Normal guy by day, Little at heart by night! I love exploring my little side. I enjoy computers,gaming, and my bicycle. no underage people, 18+ only. Real Age: 33 Little Age: 2-3
How the hell are calf nursers not used in kink WAY more?! (especially in ab/dl)
The nipple is the size and length of a penis, and the bottles can hold up to a gallon of water/milk/formula/piss/etc.
It's baby play, pet play, hucow play, and deepthroat training all wrapped up in one, and yet somehow images with them are so rare. I, for one, would die of delicious humiliation if I were forced to drink from one.
Mommy and daddy were away to an event and Poppedijn stayed home. Before we left, we put our babygirl in a thick Megamax diaper with extra stuffer to be safe and comfy. When we came home she blushed and smiled brightly and said: I've been a good girl, Mommy. I drank all my bottles and couldn't hold it in any longer. Oh boy oh boy, she really needed a change! 😳🥰👸🏼💦🍼
Watch mommy change her super squishy diaper in a delicious video and the full photoset here.
I woke up as a happy little baby in my bambino Teddy from last night.
I drank some coffee and played on my switch, like I do every morning, but my mouth was hurty, and I wanted to take Advil, which meant I needed to eat something, and so I decided to shower and get dressed and walk to the nearby coffee shop. I chose a plain white diaper and sundress ☺️
WHAT AN ADVENTURE. First, I ran into a neighbor and we chatted about the big storm yesterday. Then as I made my way down the sidewalk, a butterfly showed up!
I stopped to chat with him for a few, and then continued on & picked some flowers as I went.
I saw other pretty ones that I left unpicked
Then I finally arrived at the shop and gave my adventure bouquet a drink of water and ordered an almond milk mocha and a bagel 😋
On my way home, I stopped by a church rummage sale and found a mortar and pestle for my potion kitchen. I like that this church provides a community meal every week, and was happy to contribute to the cause 💗
While walking home from the sale, I found a group of young entrepreneurs selling lemonade! I told them I would come right back with cash, and I did - I was more than happy to be outside walking as much as possible!
Later at home I decided to tackle a little painting project on an item I thrifted for my playroom wall
From there it was a trip to the thrift store for a ren faire costume and I think I found what I needed to get it started!
(I’m going as an alchemist fairy, btw)
After all of my adventures, I badly needed a bath and a fresh diaper.
So many times today I said out loud
“WHAT A LIFE I GET TO LIVE!”
I think of so many times over the past few years that I would wake up and wish I hadn’t, and that was so scary and embarrassing to admit, and I STILL HAVE SO MANY SAD & CONFUSING DAYS,
But days like today are just so good for no reason - they keep me interested and invested and striving for another.
I wish I could bring every single one of you along with me on days like today.
I've been in this community for over a decade. I love Tumblr. I love Instagram. I love my friends. As much as I'm a little I yearn for taking care of someone else. I don't have to be daddy. Labels are weird. But i know as a switch I know what if feels like to want to be cared for... And I just want to care for a little girl with way I want to be cared for. I go through life and times I don't feel it much. But lately I yearn for someone to build a connection with I want to love someone the way I like to be loved.
How about something about a young man at the bar, having a drink, thinking his diaper is well-covered, only to have it checked by (and changed by?) an observant woman he has been building up the courage to talk to all night?
You shifted in your seat at the bar. Surely the crinkle couldn’t be heard over the music. It was so dark in this dive bar too. But some part of you was still nervous that others would see. But that would never happen, right? You’d picked your diaper specifically for stealth, and it wasn’t super duper crinkly, and your jeans kept it constrained. Plus, you weren’t even that wet. Ok, maybe a little bit. You took another sip of beer, and began to relax your bladder to let out another stream into the thirsty padding. Just as you let go, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt you?”
You turned around to find a gorgeous woman standing there. She was a little older than you, and clearly was used to being in charge. She was dressed nicely, like she was going to a fancy cocktail bar rather than this dive. You stuttered and she pressed a finger to your lips.
“shhhhh honey, no need to fuss. Just finish going in your diaper, and Mommy will go and change you into a fresh one. You did bring your diaper bag, right?”
Involuntarily, your eyes dropped to your backpack, which had spare diapers, wipes, and powder. You looked up to find her looking at you knowingly. Another spurt escaped into your diaper. Apparently your eyes weren’t the only part of your body behaving involuntarily.
“that’s what I thought. Finish up that beer and bring your diaper bag. Mommy doesn’t want to let her little guy get a diaper rash. I bet you thought you were so sneaky too.” She laughed to herself. “You diaper boys are all the same. You think nobody knows about that soaked pamper under your pants, but us Mommies can spot you from a mile away. Come on sweetie, time to change your diaper.”
domme who sets up an art project for her little but makes them do it in just their pull-up/diaper because "we don't want to get paint on your clothes!"
the fact that their padding is on full display and she can catch the exact moments it gets used is irrelevant, of course.
putting you in a diaper and declaring that for the night, the safeword will be literally any word. if you want this to continue, you will babble or you won't speak at all. i expect an excited, "abah!" in response :3
i can always tell when ive had a rough day at work because i start fantasizing about having more and more loss of control. i want someone to give me a paci gag and diaper me and lead me around a con or event or something showing me off. and of course i do everything they say. i play with the other babies. i sit on a stranger's lap when they ask to hold me.
the paci gag has a water bottle attachment that leads to my kiddy leash backpack, like a camelbak. i'm not even being forced or coerced into drinking the water and special juice my cg keeps putting in there, because no matter how full my bladder gets, my oral fixation is such that i keep on sucking at it.
i just keeps on getting fuller and fuller and i whine and mumble around my paci and tug at my leash towards the bathroom. i'm really full... and i keep letting little trickles out into my diaper. is it on accident or because it feels good? i'm not really sure. i'm kind of drunk from the special juice. my cg is still pulling me around to all the different stations at the event. i'm given a stuffed animal and i smile and press it to my face. my new buddy...
my cg tells me to use my words whenever i mumble or tug, and of course i can't. i'm a baby. my paci is just there to signify that. i keep holding it... i'm pressing my legs together and i keep leaning forward a bit to feel the fullness inside. it feels really nice, the little sharp bursts of sensation.
i'm gonna pee. my cg can tell from my stance. i'm frozen with my legs pressed together and i'm leaned over, hugging my new teddy, and they invite anyone who wants to to watch. they adjust my stance a little so my diapered front is more visible.
"it's okay, you've been good. you can let go," they whisper in my ear. and i do.
it feels really good to let all my potty out. i can hear it hissing into my diaper as it gets warm and wet and heavy. i let out a little moan.
my cg takes me aside and changes me, and even teases my little dick a little before taping me up in a fresh one. i'm a little overstimulated and overwhelmed, but in the good way that comes with the loss of control. "want your paci out?" they ask, just in case. i shake my head. i like it too much.
they take me home from the event. i fall asleep in the car on the way home and when we get there i wake up in that weird kind of mid-nap wakeup way where the inside of your mouth tastes like dust and your head feels like it's only halfway out of the water of sleep.
when we get home, they insist on taking the paci gag off because i've had it on too long, it's time for dinner, and the straps were kind of rubbing when i fell asleep with it on in the car. i whine a little, but they promise me my voice can stay off, so i let them take it away.
Caroline has to go into witness protection to hide from a criminal gang, but she’s less than happy about her new identity as Betsy, an incontinent young woman living in a trailer park with her strict Mommy.
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“So I’m getting a new name?” Caroline asked dubiously, as the car sped down the highway. She didn’t like the idea of witness protection. She was used to the life of a wealthy young socialite from the city, and she wasn’t keen at all on leaving it all behind, even if it was only for a few weeks like the agency promised. But what choice did she have? She shuddered at the thought of the De Vries getting to her. The crime family were notorious for the cruel and unusual punishments they inflicted on the people who had wronged them.
“It’s not just your name,” Mr Harris, the agent, replied. “You can be tracked by your habits, your tastes, your sense of style, so all of that’s got to change as well. The agency has a full character profile for you to adopt.” Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over to open the glove compartment and take out a brown file, which he handed to her. “That’s the new you.”
Caroline opened the file. “Betsy Jackson?” she read with distaste. That was a hick name if ever she’d heard one. Surely nobody could look at her with her sleek, silver-blonde hair and elegantly made-up face and think she was a Betsy Jackson. It got worse. “What the fuck?!” she exclaimed, staring down at the paper. “What is this, Harris? It says I live in a fucking trailer park!”
“A trailer park out in the country is the perfect place for you,” said Mr Harris. He was the very model of a government agent with his dark suit and glasses, and his totally impassive expression. “It’s the last place the De Vries will expect you to be.”
“That’s because it’s the last place I’d want to be!” Caroline shrieked. “I am not going to live in a trailer park! Put me somewhere else!”
“The arrangements have already been made, Caroline,” Mr Harris said flatly. “We can’t just create a whole new identity for you because you didn’t like this one. It’s either this, or nothing.”
Caroline flushed with anger and went back to reading the file, scowling. It’s just for a few weeks, she told herself. Just a few weeks until the agency makes its move and all the De Vries get locked away, then you’ll be free to go home. Something on the page caught her eye. “It says I live with my mother,” she said, confused.
“Mrs Jackson works for us,” Mr Harris explained. “She lives in the trailer park, and she’s helped us with witness protection programs in the past. She’s firm, but she loves to take care of people. She’ll be your Mom, and you’ll be her formerly estranged daughter who’s come back to live with her after things in the city fell through. Mrs Jackson used to live in another park, so the sudden return of a daughter won’t raise any eyebrows here.”
Caroline’s lip twisted at the thought of having to pretend to be the daughter of some middle-aged trailer trash woman, but she held her tongue. Just a few weeks. She looked down at the file again, and something else jumped out at her. For a moment she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She read it through again, sure she must have misread. But the writing was plain. Betsy’s return to her mother is motivated by the car accident she was involved in several months ago, which left her with severe and permanent… “Incontinence?!” she shrieked. “You don’t mean… Like when you can’t control when you pee?!”
“That’s right,” Mr Harris said calmly. “Betsy is diaper dependent.”
“No!” Caroline screamed, revolted.
“No?”
Caroline looked at him as if he’d gone mad. “No as in I’m not doing that! I’m not going to be seen wearing diapers!”
“It’s an important part of Betsy’s backstory, Caroline,” Mr Harris insisted.
“It’s ridiculous!” Caroline shouted. Some of her friends were the types to go gooey-eyed over babies, but she never had been. The idea of having to deal with diapers was so gross! And even though she was sure there was no way she’d actually be expected to use them, just the idea of adult diapers was enough to make her feel nauseous. “Why incontinence?!” she demanded. “Why does it need to be part of her stupid backstory at all?!”
“It gives you a believable incentive to go back to living with your mother. Don’t take this personally, Caroline, but I doubt you’re that great of an actress. It’s going to be pretty clear to people that you’re not too happy about living in a trailer park with Mrs Jackson. Your incontinence creates an explanation for that. Betsy thought she’d escaped from the sticks, and her mother, and made it to the big city where she was finally free to be an independent young woman, but then she got into that accident, lost her potty training and her prospects, and is forced to toddle back home to her Mommy in Pampers.”
Caroline blushed furiously. This was insane!
“It’s also an additional layer of protection,” Mr Harris went on. “The rich young lady the De Vries are after isn’t likely to hide away in a trailer park of all places, and she’s definitely not likely to be that new girl who can’t even keep her pants clean. This will keep you safe. It’s for your own good.”
“Complain about it all you like,” said Mr Harris, “but everything has already been set up. There’s no changing it now. The fact is that Betsy can’t control her bladder or bowels, and starting today, Betsy is you.”
“But I can control my bladder and bowels!” Caroline shouted.
“I know that,” Mr Harris said, patiently.
“Then what do you expect me to do?!” she demanded.
“It’s simple,” the agent said, and for the first time he actually smiled. “You’ll just have to pretend like you can’t.”
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