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the baby that u take home and keep with contract so legally bound to u

[bc666]

Me?

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"He he... oops! Puppy's getting a little overexcited. Needs a little more house-training. But then that's why I only play with you outside..."

[babywriter]

Liz was a big girl. Aced potty training, never wet the bed growing up. And she was nineteen! She felt mature, she felt like an adult. So why, oh why was she in a thick white diaper? Worse, in an unbuttoned onesie. A onesie might’ve been cute perhaps, but not when it was showing off her diaper.

“I don’t need diapers!” she said loudly for the umpteenth time. She was alone in the living room, but always made sure to complain loudly enough so that her Daddy would hear. Like everyone else, she got her caregiver during her eighteenth year. Younger than a parent, older than a peer. Someone to guide her through early adulthood. In Liz’s case, her Daddy was in his early thirties. A handsome, well-groomed man about a foot taller than her. She had finally moved in with him a couple of months back. The problem was that, like almost every young adult, Liz’s potty training declined dramatically in those few months. As a concerned Daddy, he could do nothing, but put her back in diapers. It was obvious that she would need to re-potty-train in a couple of years, when she’d be ready. Until then, Daddy made sure to diaper Liz full-time. As was also common, he dressed her, bathe her, fed her. This princess treatment was enjoyable, but it bothered Liz. Where was her independence?

There she was in the living room. Wearing pigtails, holding her pacifier, her thick diaper obviously on display. And pouting like a toddler. Then, suddenly, she felt that her bladder was full. Going to the potty by herself, that would show Daddy! Indeed, Daddy had placed a princess potty right in the middle of the living room for Liz to use. The potty was literally three steps away, but it was already too far. Liz flooded her diaper after the first step. God knows this wasn’t her first, or last, accident. Once again, the shame was so strong, she just needed someone to comfort her. She began to cry and waddle towards her Daddy in the kitchen.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she cried in between sobs. 

Of course, he found her unbearably cute and just had to give her a big tight hug and carry her upstairs where she would get a well-earned diaper change.

Photo credit: @babylizzy

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[mommychristianaa]

Need help with getting in your diapers and having them changed both wet and stinky mommy is here available 24/7 to guide and put you in diapers always don’t hesitate to message mommy instantly to get trained properly 💕💩🤱🍼🧷

[humblevisions]

In a serene corner of a public park in Japan, Kimi found herself in a surreal situation. The midday sun cast a warm glow on the sand beneath her, and the gentle breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees. Despite the tranquility of her surroundings, Kimi's current reality was anything but peaceful.

Clad in white tube socks and a cropped sailor uniform top that exposed her diapered state, Kimi squatted in the sandbox, an embodiment of her public punishment. She suckled a pacifier for comfort, a stark contrast to the image of a 23 year old college student she had once been. Curiously holding onto the small plush teddy bear she found in the sand for comfort she reflected on her past actions while doing her best to ignore her stomach cramps.

"'I spread misinformation about Goo.N diapers having toxic materials,' I thought, my heart heavy with humiliation and regret. 'Now, I'm forced to wear the very diapers I slandered, for all my toilet needs. It's poetic justice, they say, but it feels like a never-ending nightmare. I just wanted to make an interesting tiktok video. How was I supposed to know it would go viral?'

As the cramps intensified, I clenched my shrunken teddy bear even tighter, trying to find solace in its faded presence. My face turned a deep shade of red, and I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

"'I'm here, in my crop top sailor uniform, socks, holding my shrunken teddy bear, sucking on a pacifier,' I reflected, feeling the slow, inevitable large push of poop into my already soaked diaper. 'I'm being watched by other park-goers, and I'm soiling my diaper. This is my life now, a humiliating spectacle for all to see. I'm not sure if this is much better than the alternative. 10 years in prison and a 1 million yen fine or a 1 year diaper punishment, complete with having to drop out of school to be looked after by my mom, treated like an over-sized toddler, and biweekly visits to Goo.N headquarters to test new products with other actual babies.'

The mixture of shame, embarrassment, and the physical sensation of the poop spreading through my diaper overwhelmed me. The stares from other park goers is too much. Yup, I'm about to start sobbing. And here comes my mother to comfort me...Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sat in the sandbox, my emotions growing more intense with each passing moment. It was a punishment that cut deep, a stark reminder of the consequences of my actions, and I could only pray that this year of regression would eventually come to an end. I'm not sure I can take much more of this.

[babywriter]

You’re cool, you’re sexy. You know it, everybody knows it. You’re so bursting with confidence that you can wear a thick diaper under your jeans and dare to show off your midsection. It doesn’t matter what clothes you pick off the rack, you can pull off anything. You take a leather jacket with you in the fitting room, along with an assortment of pants. When trying on the jacket, you can’t help but look in the tall mirror and think “damn I look good”. You let your pants fall away. Shouldn’t a grown woman look ridiculous in such a babyish adult diaper? You certainly don’t think so. No, you embrace it. You can wear diapers and that doesn’t make you less cool, less sexy. It makes you cooler, sexier.

Call it vanity if you must, but you lost track of time trying all the different clothes on. So much so that while another pair of pants was around your ankles, you feel yourself go. No biggie, that’s to be expected. Your bladder isn’t what it once was. The real problem is that the diaper is leaking. Part of it is absorbed into the pants, the rest of it pooling on the floor. Instinctively, your mind goes to that of a little girl. Perhaps it’s those nerve of steel, that cool demeanor, that allows you to do this act of complete vulnerability. But you know that the accident you’ve just had isn’t your fault. Unashamed, you exit the fitting room with your pants around your ankles and your soaked diaper on display. You look at the woman waiting for your cabin and say, in your best impression of a little girl : “I had an accident.”

Photo credit: @babypeachy-16

[wicked-women-diaperdommes]

[junipercommunes-deactivated2024]

Five Steps

They’d dared each other into it, that was the long and the short of it all. To see how bad they wanted to, to see how long they would keep at it.

The rules would be simple. Whenever Squirt asked, he would hurry over from his apartment a few blocks away to attend to whatever was appropriate to her level that week. Within reason, of course - if there was grading that needed to be finished up or a zoom that couldn’t be delayed, she would wait patiently, like big girls do.

She started off at level five. Five was supposed to be easy: she could still wear her panties; all she had to do was let him know when she had to use the bathroom, and he would come over to check she was still dry, supervise her on the toilet, and wipe her clean afterwards. Easy. It was only a few blocks. How long could it take to walk a few blocks?

At level four, the panties went into their locked drawer, he took the key with him, and out came the pull-ups and a training potty they’d picked out together. He was supposed to come and help her take them off and set her on the potty, but at least there were fewer cracks about her cleanliness. After all, she was just a little Squirt. She couldn’t help it if there was a wet spot or two. And it still wasn’t that bad, how long would it take him to go around a couple corners?

At level three, she still had the pull-ups, but now she was supposed to keep them on when he sat her down on the tiny little potty in the corner of her room. She could always expect a teasing, too, when she flooded them or blew out the sides. “Such a big mess,” he’d say, smiling and ruffling her short hair, “for a Squirt who still wets herself like such a little girl.” So she texted for him to come over more often. C’mon, how long could it take to come check on her?

At level two, the pull-ups went into their own locked drawer, and that just left her to lounge around the apartment and take her calls in the crinkly, fluffy, puffy white diapers that were always available on top of her dresser. At least at this level she got to sit on the toilet again, even if it was just so he could make sure she filled her diapers sitting there. “It’s good practice,” he would say, “for when you get some of your privileges back. Who knows, if you do well enough, maybe you can even skip ahead.” But at least he wouldn’t tease her any more if she gave herself a little relief while she waited for him to get over there, if he found her damp or slick or the indicators starting to fade. How long could it really take to go a few blocks?

At level one, they’d decided, at least she got some privacy back. If she couldn’t keep herself dry and clean, she wouldn’t need to call him until she thought she needed a change. Then he would decide if it was really time, and if it was he would scoop her up in his arms, carry her over to the bed, lay her out on the changing mat, make sure she was clean — giving extra post-wipe attention to the most sensitive areas with his tongue — and wrap her up in her fresh, dry, crinkly, soft prison like a present. “But I don’t imagine we’ll ever get to that point,” she remembered she’d said that first night, as she hoped her mic couldn’t pick up the squish as she shifted on the couch and waited for the meeting to be over. After all, how long could it take to walk a few blocks?

[juliaedwardabdl]

“Her frustration level spiked, and the assertive blonde raised a pointy index finger before scolding, “Look, mister, this is the last time we will discuss this- you have no job, no money, no other place to go, and no ability to escape from me. And if you try to escape, you won’t succeed, and you will be severely punished for a very long time after. Trust me, you won’t like it.’” -Society at New Heights ABDL series now available at the Kindle store. https://www.amazon.com/s?i=digital-text&rh=p_27%3AJulia+Edward&s=relevancerank&text=Julia+Edward&ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1

[abdljrjameslyle4ever]

# I am giving the same

[abdlgifs]

[abdljrjameslyle4ever]

I want this forever n always

[daddyindiaper]

Goodnight Tumblr 😘

Sleep well and don’t let the sog monster bite 🥰

Actually, on second thought, we’ll be incredibly disappointed if the sog monster doesn’t bite and you wake up dry.. Please don’t wake up dry! 😘

[daddyindiaper]

Goodnight Tumblr 😘

Sleep well and don’t let the sog monster bite 🥰

Actually, on second thought, we’ll be incredibly disappointed if the sog monster doesn’t bite and you wake up dry.. Please don’t wake up dry! 😘

[msminadiapertales]

I know you want boobies baby, but only if you have a clean diaper😜, now your in a bad spot for me to diaper check you, but I can still see your excited and standing at attention for Ms.Mina good baby😅🙈

#mdlb #diaperhumiliation #mommydom #femdom #abdI #submissive #diaperboy #humiliation #abdlcouple #fetish #diapersub

[crinklebuttart]

“Listen to me very carefully, Mommy’s friends are coming over this morning to do yoga. You will lay on the couch in your diaper like a good boy while we enjoy our time together. You will whine at us when you need a change. My friends will hear you and come over to you to check your diaper to make sure you filled it up. Then they will go through your diaper stash and pick out the biggest baby diaper you have. Do you understand how this is going to go? Mommy loves you so much. They’re almost here! Lets get you in your onesie now so the girls can see how cute Mommy’s baby is as soon as they walk in the door!“

[crinklebuttart]

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Shush. You know how this goes by now, honey. You get home from work and I expect you to drop your pants. There is always a diaper waiting for you, sometimes more. Today I would like you to be quiet and lay there while I have my way with you. Mommy has had a hard day, baby, and the only thing that is going to take this stress away is forcing you into a diaper. 🥺

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[bbcharlotte]

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[3yobbg]

“…Well, you certainly blubbered like a big baby when I spanked your bratty little ass earlier, and then when I forced you into those shamefully crinkly little ‘underthings’ you’re wearing as well, so I think the words on the bib are entirely appropriate, don’t you? Anyway, ‘forced-feeding’ by spoon is all part-and-parcel of your ‘big baby’ punishment this week, Princess, and it could get messy. Especially with you Helplessly cuffed in those restraints like that, and because I intend to see that lot’s of baby-food winds-up on that pouty little face of yours, so the ‘baby pictures’ I’ll be taking will show you at your most embarrassingly ‘babyish’…”

[just-panties21]

[onemoreroxie]

Is baby boy ready for his diaper change? It looks like you couldn’t keep your pull up dry, so a big thick diaper seems to be what you need! 🧷🍼

P.S. I will forever love this photo 🤤