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No minors. 18+. 30 years old. Transgender, Asexual. Kink is a bridge for me, not just a pleasure.

[paddedlittleparadise]

PSA: Kinky Stories Aren't Reality

Hey, here's a quick reminder that kinky fantasies and real life are two VERY different things! Getting off on the idea of being controlled, or forcibly babied, or trained and hypnotized into mindless obedience may be hot for some of us, but listen…

If anyone in real life ever ignores your needs and wishes, doesn't ask for consent, manipulates you, gaslights you, infantilizes you, tries to use you for their own pleasure, and/or otherwise fails (unless otherwise negotiated, agreed upon, and actively consented to by all involved) to treat you like a genuine fellow human being with rights and boundaries… you're not being kinky.

You're being abused, and it is in your best interest to escape that. NOW.

[deeperdiaperdesire]

Important statement that deserves to be shared.

[stinky-in-pinky]

"Okay, so remember, once we have them in their diaper, it's really important that we praise them. They're going to be very averse to their new lifestyle at first, but they have to get used to it.

So we want them to associate their diaper with good things, at least in the beginning. Tell them they're a good boy, that they look super cute in their wittle diapurrs. Pinch their cheeks, boop their nose, and talk to them in your little singsong voice. Guys aren’t used to getting compliments and affection as much, so if they receive that sort of praise and physical touch while they’re in a diaper, they’ll warm up to the idea a lot faster than you think.

Now, once we’ve got them pampered and praised, I like to put a pacifier in their mouth. I find it really helps them regress a few years, makes them more docile, and it keeps them quiet other than their adorable little whimpers. It’s hard for them to do much arguing or fussing when they’re suckling a binky!

After they’ve been praised and regressed a bit, it’s time to *really* get them enjoying their diapers. That means: we’re going to make them cum.

I know, I know, this whole thing is supposed to be a ‘punishment’, but trust me, the ends will justify the means. If it makes you feel any better, the only time they will get to cum from now on will be when they’re in a diaper. That means no sex, and constant supervision to prevent masturbation. You control their orgasms, just like you control where they go potty.

So when we make them cum in their diaper, we never want to reach into the actual diaper. That kind of defeats the purpose. We want them to feel the padding, hear the crinkles, all while changing the way they traditionally garner sexual stimulation.

So what I like to do is place my palm right here on the outside of the diaper, right between their legs, and feel around for their winky. Those of you that have hubbies with little nubbies may have a harder time finding it, but honestly, even if you’re not directly on it, that’s okay. You’ll find they’ll aim their hips the right way for you.

Once you’re on it, you’re just going to do a simple kneading motion back and forth just like this. Long, slow movements at first. Don’t start too fast. You want them to really take in the feelings and sensations. You’ll even see them get a little desperate for more, and it’s up to you if you want to speed up and go a bit harder, keep that same pace, or just take your hand away and watch them wiggle and whimper.

But the most important thing is that this entire stimulation process is never silent. In addition to the crinkling, you want to continue praising them. Really dial up the baybee talk here. You should be reminding them what a good little boi (or gurl!) they are. Remind them what they’re wearing. Obviously they know they are in a diaper, but you need to vocalize it.

‘Wook how cute the wittle baybee is in his diapee!’

‘Hubby wooks so adorwable in his Huggies!”

Things like that.

If they have an erection—which I’m sure they will from all the rubbing—point that out to them: ‘oh my goodness! I didn’t think these pampers could make your pee pee so pointy!’ or ‘somewon sure is getting hard in their Huggies!!’

If they have messes, praise them for that as well. Nothing like getting complimented for pissing or pooping in a pamper. Again, we’re just trying to emphasize the state at which they’re in.

Another way to do that is to have them tell you. Make them vocalize these things:

“Tell me what you’re wearing little boi!”

“Why is it so plump? Did you do something in there? Tell me what you did.”

“Is that something a big boi would do??”

Make them use their little baybee voice, make them lisp, make them make it high-pitched, and make them do all of it with that pacifier still in their mouth!

If they do it properly, reward them with rubbies, if they’re stubborn or not performing up to your standards, pull your hand away. You’ll have them babbling like a baybee in no time!

I know some Mommies that will only do the rubbies while their hubby is jiggling a rattle. If the rattling stops, so do they. Feel free to be creative, as long as they’re being patronized while they’re pampered, you’re doing the right thing!

Alright, so after a few minutes—or maybe even a few seconds—they’re going to be ready to cum. Make sure you emphasize that they have to tell you when they’re close, and they have to do it in baybee talk. I like to have them tell me they have to make a ‘goo goo’. But you can use whatever term you want.

At this point we’re gonna do what’s called a ‘ruined’ orgasm. For those that don’t know, that’s where you get them right up to the edge when they’re babbling and rattling and goo goo ga ga’ing, wait until you see them first start to spasm—then lift your hand away. If you do it right, they’ll be past the point of no return, and all their little stickies will leak out, but they’ll only have a fraction of a pleasurable orgasm.

This is important, because it puts them in this sort of limbo. Where they’re a little satisfied but also still a bit horny and desperate. Don’t be surprised if they whine and cry about it either—you know how men can be. But that’s when you tell them one of your most important lines:

‘Maybe next time!’

That will leave them literally cumming back for more. They’ll be desperate for their next diaper, their next rubbie, or the next stage of their training.

But another important step here is to make them sit in their shame. Keep them in their sticky diaper for a bit, at least an hour or two. Let them feel the warmth of their little load that they made—all while they were in a diaper. And the only way they get to make a load like that again is…in a diaper. We really want to drive this point home. They are not going to cum without the constant sound of crinkling coming with it. They don’t get the love, touch, and affection while they’re in silly boxers and big boy clothes. The only way they get pleasure is when they’re in their pampers.

Wives never believe me, but i promise you, eventually, they’ll actually beg you to put them in a diaper, just so you can make them cum again.

But what we’re not going to tell them is that we’re eventually going to wean them off. They’re not going to get to cum every time they put on a diaper. For the first dozen times or so, yes, they get an orgasm (even a full one) every single time. But then it becomes “well only if your diaper is wet”, which makes them feel good about wetting, cause then they get a rubbie reward. But then they’ll grow used to that as well, so we have to constantly find ways to push their limits.

Wait until you see their face when they push their first poop into their pamper. They’re sooo embarrassed, but they’re willing to do it, all because you said you would give them a goo goo if they make a poo poo. But of course, what you don’t tell them, is that they’re gonna have to cum while they’re still inside their messy diaper. Don’t worry girls, if you get too disgusted, just make them turn over and turn their rubbies into humpies!!

Ohh I just love helping wives turn their useless/ungrateful husbands into helpless and desperate diaper dumpers! I know some that have their husbands wearing huggies 24/7, and sometimes even in dresses too! Even the most homophobic, chauvinistic pig can be turned into a pamper packer, all it takes is a little TLC.

Men are so easy, you can literally control their whole life, as long as you control when and where their balls get emptied. Which reminds me: next week, our workshop is going to talk about a little thing called a ‘chastity device’!!

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[lilbabysammie]

Diapie Break

That diapie-filling break during our date walk, stopping to push, the warm mess spreading in my diaper as you just stare, mesmerized by my shameless, messy surrender

[lilbabysammie]

Embarassing thought NO.2

Kissing with a hot guy at the club, his hand sliding down to squeeze my bottom, feeling the full warm diaper underneath, him pulling away in disgust and rushing off, leaving me standing there humiliated in my messy loaded diapie.

[crinklelife-deactivated20181018]

[diapered-distopia-deactivated20]

Shame these folks aren’t around anymore. Great content.

[missdiapergirl-deactivated20210]

God I miss these two

[poopybutt127]

This is so cute

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

[gooddiaperboy]

[acutiepatootie]

Someday, I'm going to do this to my ex-boyfriend. Don't worry, he still gets notified when I post. love you, baby bird 😘💖💖💖

[stinky-in-pinky]

The Quickest Surrender

“Hold it right there.” Luna said as he tried to slip past.

He froze mid-step.

She already had that smug, knowing smirk plastered across her face. “Is there anything you want to tell me?” she asked,

He gave a quick, nervous shake of his head.

“Mmm-hmm… You sure?” Luna pursed her lips together. “Because someone’s got a little waddle going on… and those cheeks are turning niicce and pink...." She gave him a slow up-and-down look. "Someone’s been busy in his pamper again, hasn’t he?”

“I’m not wet!” he blurted. “I swear, it’s dry! I haven’t gone since the last change when—”

“Uh-huh. Sure, baby.” Her smirk deepened. “I didn’t even mention being wet yet, and you jumped right to it, didn't you? Drop those pants right now so Nurse Luna can check. I think we both know what we’re going to find...”

His hands trembled as he pushed his pants down to his thighs. The heavy, sagging diaper put on full display.

“Oh my! Look how plump and swollen you are!!” Luna cooed. “I don’t even need to touch it to know it’s soaked. That little sag right there? That’s what we in the business call a heavy one. I’ve changed hundreds of these, sweetie. I can spot a thoroughly used pamper from across the room. So go ahead…keep telling me how dry you are. I’ve got all afternoon...”

He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, face burning with embarrassment. “I… I really didn’t mean to…” he mumbled weakly, hands twitching like he wanted to pull his pants back up.

Luna let out a soft, amused laugh and shook her head.

“Aww, look at you still trying so hard to be a big boy for me,” she said, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But big boys don’t walk around with warm, swollen diapers between their legs, do they? They use the potty like they’re supposed to.”

She paused, letting the words hang in the air as she stared at the obvious heavy sag between his legs.

“So tell me, sweetie…you were free to use the potty whenever you needed to. No one was stopping you.” Her head tilted, eyes sparkling with amusement. “So why exactly are you standing here in a soaking wet pamper instead?”

He opened his mouth, face burning. “I… I couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time…”

Luna raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning sharp and skeptical.

“Oh really? Couldn’t make it?” She tilted her head. “It’s not like the bathroom is far. It’s not like your mittens were on. The door wasn’t locked. Nothing was stopping you. You know that you're allowed to use the potty anytime you want. You don’t have to use your diapers.”

She didn't believe him for a second, her voice dripped with condescending sweetness. "So go on, keep telling me your little story."

He tried again, sounding desperate. “I-I really had to go…”

“Did you now?” Luna cooed, lifting the half-empty bottle and giving it a little shake. “I changed you into a fresh diaper just two hours ago. You barely finished half your ba-ba. And if you really needed to go that bad, you could have just used your words and told me. We could have walked you to the potty, pulled your pampers down, and let you pee-pee like any normal, potty-trained man would. I might have even held it for you.”

She leaned in slightly, eyes sparkling with mock curiosity.

“So what seems to be the problem here… hmm?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He stammered helplessly, completely lost for words, face burning with humiliation.

Luna waited a beat, clearly savoring his silence, then continued smoothly.

“The way I see it, two things could have happened here…” she held up a finger, "One: you didn’t even realize you needed to go. You just let it happen without thinking. That means the unpotty training your wife hired me for is already rewiring that brain of yours.”

She raised another finger, “Or two… you knew you had to go, but instead of using the potty you were freely allowed to use, you deliberately chose to piss all over yourself, to wet your diaper…on purpose."

She crossed her arms, eyes gleaming expectantly.

"So which one is it, baby? Was it an accident? An 'uh oh's'? Or did you decide a diaper was where you preferred to go pee-pee?”

He stammered, eyes darting away. “I… I don’t know… it wasn’t like that…”

Luna’s smirk grew wider, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

“It’s only been two weeks since your wife hired me,” she said calmly, considering. “Full unpotty-training can't have taken hold yet in such a short window, even with a professional like me. Which usually means one thing…”

She let the words linger, watching his reaction.

“I’ve seen this pattern before with quite a few clients. They pout, they whine, they throw little tantrums and swear they hate their diapers.”

Luna gave a small, knowing pause.

“Some of them like the attention. Some of them like to be spanked. And some of them?” Her voice dropped into a soft, conspiratorial tone. “Some of them get so excited the second I start changing their diapers that they pop a little baybee boner right there on the table. I have to be extra careful when I wipe them so they don’t make a goo-goo mess all over the place from just the slightest touch.”

She looked him up and down slowly, her smirk deepening.

“And you… you’re starting to act just like them.”

“What?? That’s ridiculous!” he protested. “You think I actually like wearing these stupid things?!”

“That’s exactly what I think,” Luna replied calmly.

He scoffed. “You’re crazy.”

“Am I?” She raised an eyebrow. “So if I check inside your diaper right now… am I going to find anything a little… stiff?”

He backed up half a step, hands moving to cover himself.

“Nu-uh. No running.” Luna set the bottle and fresh diaper down. “You stay right here. Hands behind your back so I can get a proper look.”

He stood quivering as she stepped in close and groped the front of the soaked diaper firmly.

“Hmm… definitely wet,” Luna murmured, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze. Then her voice suddenly jumped into exaggerated, mocking delight. “And… ohhh my goodness! What’s this?" she gasped, "Is that a little stiffy I feel twitching away in there?”

He let out a mortified whimper, hips twitching involuntarily under her hand.

She tugged the waistband forward and peered inside, grinning wide.

“Oh my! It sure is!!” she exclaimed, eyes lighting up with glee.

He tried to twist away, face burning crimson, but she held the diaper open with one hand and kept him in place.

“Awww! Look at you!” Luna cooed, voice thick with fake sympathy. “Soaked like a widdle tottler and your tiny tinky winky is rock hard in its pissy pamper! Throbbing and leaking like crazy…”

She gave the front another playful squeeze, watching him squirm.

“Well, well, well,” she purred. “Just like I thought. I’ve seen this exact pathetic little routine dozens of times: grown men swearing they hate their diapers right up until their tiny widdle wee-wee starts leaking in one. Pathetic… and sooo predictable.”

Luna gave the front of his soaked and tented diaper one last firm, possessive squeeze, watching him tremble. She pulled her hand back slowly, clearly savoring his humiliation, then tilted her head with that signature smug smirk.

“So tell me the truth right now, loud and clear...” she continued, voice sweet but commanding. “Are you going to keep pretending you want to be a big boy who uses the potty...or..." She leaned in closer, eyes locked on his, her face only inches away, "...are you going to admit you prefer pampers?”

He squirmed desperately, shifting his weight from foot to foot, the heavy soaked diaper crinkling loudly between his legs. His hands clenched into fists behind his back as sweat beaded on his forehead. He tried to look away, but she gently caught his chin with two fingers and turned his face back to hers.

“Say it,” she whispered, almost tenderly. “Say ‘I don’t wanna use the potty anymore, Nurse Luna. I love going in my diapers. I only want to use my pampers!’”

The silence stretched painfully long.

Luna simply waited, patient and utterly confident, still holding his chin so he couldn’t escape her gaze. The only sounds in the room were his ragged breathing and the occasional wet crinkle of his sagging pamper. His face burned crimson. His erection throbbed visibly against the front of the soaked diaper. Every second that passed made the humiliation worse. He knew she could see exactly how conflicted and excited he was.

“Go on, baby… We both know it’s true. Say it for Nurse Luna.”

He swallowed hard, lips trembling. His eyes darted around the room, desperate for any escape, but there was none. The weight of her stare, the warmth of his own mess pressing against him, and the undeniable stiffness between his legs finally broke him.

“I… I don’t wanna use the potty anymore, Nurse Luna,” he whispered, voice cracking with shame. “I love going in my diapers. I only want to use my d-d-diapers...”

Luna’s smile widened, slow and deeply satisfied.

“There we gooo!!” she said softly, almost tenderly. “That’s exactly what I thought. I’ve seen this dozens of times, you know. Grown men swearing they hate their diapers, fighting it so hard… right up until they finally admit they love using them. You’re not becoming incontinent, sweetie… you’re choosing your diapers because you like them. Perfectly capable of holding it… you just don’t want to anymore! Do you?!?"

She gave his throbbing front one last teasing pat. “And because you were so honest with me, I’m going to give you a little reward!" She said, smirking. "Part of unpotty-training is getting you properly sensitized to your diapers, teaching that little brain to associate them with pleasure. So Nurse Luna is going to be extra nice today…”

She let the words hang for a moment, watching him squirm with anticipation and lingering shame.

“So here’s how this is going to work, sweetie,” she said. “You’re gonna get down on all fours like you do for tummy time… but this time you’re going to grind that hard little thing against your warm, pissy pamper until you make a biiiigg sticky mess in it!”

He flushed deep red but didn’t argue. In fact, he was surprisingly intrigued. As he started to obey and drop to his knees, her hand pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him.

“Nu-uh uh!" She clicked her tongue, "Not until I hear you say it again, baby. Not until you admit to me exactly how much you wuv your widdle diapurrs!! Say it, baby...use your words.”

His face burned crimson. “I… I wuv my diapurrs, Nurse Luna…”

“Louder.”

“I wuv my widdle diapurrs!!!” he repeated, voice shaking.

“Good boy." She grinned, "Now get down on the floor.”

He dropped to all fours immediately and began humping frantically, grinding his rock-hard erection against the heavy, soaked, squelching padding with wild, shameless abandon. His hips bucked desperately, the loud crinkling and wet squishing sounds echoing through the living room as he rutted like a desperate animal in heat. Soft, needy whimpers and moans spilled from his mouth as he humped harder and faster, completely lost in the filthy pleasure of his own mess.

“Keep saying it, honey,” Luna cooed. “Tell me while you hump. Tell me you never want to use the potty again.”

“I love my diapers…” he gasped between frantic thrusts. “I never want to use the potty again… I only want my pampers… I love my diapers…!”

His movements grew even more frantic, hips slamming harder against the warm, heavy mess. “I love my diapers… I only want my pampers… I never want to use the potty again…!”

Any last reservations had completely vanished. He was moaning openly now, repeating the humiliating phrases over and over like a broken record while he desperately fucked his own soaked diaper.

"I never want to use the potty again! Just pampers! Just pampurrs! Just...just..."

Less than twenty seconds later his whole body locked up. His hips stuttered violently as he came. Hard. Flooding the already-soaked pamper with thick ropes of cum, groaning loudly into the carpet. Luna watched with a delighted smirk as his pathetic little spasms continued, milking out every last drop into his padding.

He collapsed forward, gasping and trembling. The heavily soaked diaper crinkled and squelched as he sluggishly rolled onto his back. His eyes fluttered open, still glassy and half-lidded, only to widen in sudden horror as he spotted Luna’s phone aimed straight at him...recording everything.

“Oh my goodness! Done already??” Luna exclaimed in exaggerated shock, pointing the camera at her own mock-surprised face. “In twenty seconds? Aww! Someone must really love their pampers, huh?”

Post-nut clarity slammed into him like a truck. The shame hit hard. He cursed himself silently for letting his horniness take over, for saying those pathetic things, for humping his own pissy diaper like a desperate addict while she watched. And now it was all on video. Proof. Irrefutable evidence for his wife.

He tried to cover himself and reach for the phone, but she smacked his hands away.

“Nu-uh! No hiding now.” She leaned over him and drew up the waistband so she could peek inside his diaper. Eyes going exaggeratedly wide.

“Wow… such a big, nasty sticky mess in there!!” she laughed softly. “Look at all that cum mixed with your pee-pee. You really creamed your pamper like a proper little diaper boy. So fast, too! How pathetic.”

She slipped two fingers into the warm, sticky interior, slowly stirring through the thick mixture of his cum and piss. When she pulled them back out they were coated in glossy, stringy goo. “Look at this…” she murmured, holding her glistening fingers up in front of his face, spreading them so he could see the stringy ropes between them. “Open up, baby. Taste what you just did.

When he hesitated, she simply pressed the sticky fingertips against his lips until he obediently opened and began to lick. The salty, warm taste of his own mess filled his mouth as she watched with smug satisfaction.

She gave the soggy, cum-filled front a patronizing pat, pressing the warm, sticky mess firmly against his sensitive skin.

“Looks like we have all the evidence we need,” Luna said with deep satisfaction. She finally lowered the phone, giving him a long, amused look as he lay there spent and humiliated. “Wait until your wife sees this. She’ll see exactly how effective I am at unpotty training you. Look at you… repeating how much you love your diapers and how you never want the potty again, while you humped your messy pamper like a desperate little bitch!”

Luna smiled down at him sweetly, clearly savoring the shame washing over his face. She casually tossed the fresh diaper onto the coffee table.

“You won’t be needing this one,” she said lightly. “You’re going to stay right there in that warm, sticky one you made for yourself.”

She pulled him up to his feet and guided him over to the blue couch. Luna sat down and firmly draped him across her lap, cradling his head in the crook of her arm. She picked up the half-empty bottle and pressed the nipple to his lips.

He squirmed and turned his head away with a weak, embarrassed whimper.

“Nu-uh,” Luna cooed. “Don’t fuss, baby. I think we're way past that by now. Do you need a little reminder of the state you’re in? Hmm?! Should we look inside your diaper again? Do you need to see what you did?”

She reached down and lifted the waistband of his heavily soiled diaper, holding it open so he could see the glistening, stringy cave of cum coating the entire inside.

He shook his head frantically, eyes wide with shame.

“Yeah… I think we do need another reminder..." Luna said with mock sympathy. She slipped her fingers back into the warm, sticky interior, scooped up a thick, glossy glob of his cum, and slowly smeared it all over the rubber nipple of the bottle until it was shiny and dripping.

She pressed the goo-coated nipple firmly against his lips.

“Open up, baby. Taste what you made while you drink your ba-ba.”

He whimpered, but didn't protest anymore, just hesitantly took the cum-crusted bottle into his mouth.

“Good boy,” she praised softly, rocking him gently as he began to suck. Her free hand slowly patted between his legs, pressing the warm, sticky mess against him with every rhythmic pat.

“Feel that?” she whispered tenderly. “That warm, sticky goo-goo you just made? That’s all yours, honey. I didn’t make you do that. You didn’t have to say those things. You didn’t have to hump your pamper like a desperate little cum-pumper…”

He let out a soft, mortified whimper around the bottle nipple, his cheeks burning hotter as he suckled. The pathetic little sound only made Luna’s smile widen.

She continued rocking him, her voice calm, soothing, and utterly condescending.

“You know...most men I get assigned to take months to become fully diaper-dependent” she cooed. “Daily hypnosis sessions, constant punishments, positive reinforcement when they use their diapers, negative reinforcement when they even think about the potty… the whole program. Some of them fight me for half a year before they finally break.”

She leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head, her hand still patting the soggy, cum-filled front of his diaper.

“But you? You broke completely in just two weeks.” Her voice dripped with mock amazement. “So eager to give up the potty! Forever. How adorable… and how pathetic.”

He whimpered again beneath the bottle, a high, embarrassed sound that vibrated around the nipple as he nursed. Luna chuckled softly.

“So while you’re suckling your ba ba like a good widdle baybee, I want you to really let this sink in…” She rocked him a little slower, pressing the sticky mess more firmly against his skin with each pat. “I didn’t unpotty train you, sweetie… you did it to yourself. You chose your pampers over a potty. You’re going to be pee-peeing and poo-pooing in nothing else from now on. And now you get to sit in everything you chose like the good little diaper boy you wanted to be.”

Luna smiled sweetly down at him, watching his eyes glisten with shame.

“That’s right… Let allll the choices you made soak in… until your wife gets home… and you can show and tell her yourself.”

[tommy404fhkcghmk]

[littlexballerine]

In the warm afternoon, her pink bodysuit was all she needed for their little outing — soft, simple, and easy for Daddy to keep an eye on her diapee.

The little elephant in her arms was apparently on a very important adventure. She carried him carefully toward the cornfield, pausing every few steps to make sure he was still enjoying himself, while the matching elephant backpack bounced softly on her back. Its little lead remained safely in Daddy’s hand. Without it, she might have toddled straight between the tall rows, happily following whatever caught her attention next.

Outfit: @lilcomforts1

[elvirahancuck]

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

My parents always had high hopes for me. Bless them. Athletic hopes. Academic hopes. Career hopes. And in many ways I've fulfilled many if not most of their expectations.

But they also were always convinced--and even as they near 80 years of age remain convinced--that I was going to be a world-famous writer. People would know my name. My fans would number in the millions, as would my bank account. I would have folks dedicating fan pages to my way with words. Creepy stalkers--like Annie from Misery, but hotter--would track me down because they needed to be closer to the man who wrote so beautifully and powerfully.

Instead I have superfans like this. These are my people. An obese, diaper-wearing, exposure-addicted, Pampers-pissing, crinkling, waddling, pacifier-sucking mess of a human being. You've seen him online, I've seen him online and people in public have probably seen him parading around in the thickest of diapers and the dumbest of looks. This is a man who has devoted his life to becoming one of the most exposed diaper fags on the entire world wide web. Really, that's his goal. He wants to be like, I don't know, the next Christopher John Ryan, another world renowned diaper fag. And I do mean worldwide. From Mexico--his home--to the United States and points around the globe, people have probably jerked off to his diaper-wearing antics and theatrics.

And he credits many of his adventures to me. Yeah. My stories over the years--you've read them, so you know they're always about pathetic diaper freaks whose lives are ruined--turned him on so much that pretty much everyone in his life now knows he's a diaper fetishist with no hope for a normal life. His employers know, for god's sake. The characters in my tales made him want to get out there and experience humiliation just like them. My own tales of diaper sissy patheticness also turned him on and inspired him. Every time he shows his deer-in-the-headlights face online--which is frequently--he's thinking of something I wrote or experienced and wondering if I'll next use his travails in another story.

My god. THIS is not what my parents had in mind, nor did I. But here we are.

But wait! Wait, wait, wait. You thought this couldn't get worse, didn't you? Well, it can. Because here's another twist on this twisted tale: I LOVE when this fag in turn humiliates me. Many times he's turned me on to the point of madness by talking about how I should let him expose me to the world as a diaper sissy so I can be forced into a life of permanent Pampers prison. No more escape, my face plastered everywhere just like his mug. I dream of serving him, a successful white dude serving an overweight Mexican diaper sissy. I'm sure a psychologist could do a lot of work with this, right before forcing me into an institution. Maybe my life will be so ruined by him I'll be forced to move in with him and live in some small Mexican town and sleep in a dirty room on a filthy mattress in my messy diapers as this fag rules over me. All the while he makes me keep writing stories to turn him on and force him into more extreme moments....Jesus, it would be our very own Misery script.

Okay, so that last part probably isn't gonna happen but you never know. You never know. I mean, did you ever expect that someone's words on Tumblr could force a young man like this to throw away his life for the cheap thrills that come with pooping your Pampers in public and then creaming them from the exquisite embarrassment? No, right? Yeah, neither did I.

And I bet my poor parents never expected this out of their writer son either. Oh well.

[breathlesspuppy]

be nice about the stupid face i was making okay

(HE/THEY) MDNI

[dolliiisabella]

i love when men don’t even ask to fuck u, like yes ofc just force it in and make me take it (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[passionateking30]

I'm at the point in my life, if you look at me wrong, I'm taking your holes. Idgaf and you're gonna appreciate it

[beanblogsabit]

Ever been friend zoned…? Imagine being Baby zoned!!!

“Oh sweetie it’s so cute you think you could even have a chance with me!!! Now let’s have some tummy time so I can scroll and find someone to really pleasure me mmmkay...?”

[lilbabysammie]

Six years of butt workouts, just to hide it under bulky diaper

[lilbabysammie]

Diapie Break

That diapie-filling break during our date walk, stopping to push, the warm mess spreading in my diaper as you just stare, mesmerized by my shameless, messy surrender