NSFW 18+ only---Hello,35 he/himI guess a bit in between and I like diapers, ageplay, well I am a bit confused to it all with balancing this with the rest of my life. But have undoubtedly accepted it over the years,Everyone should also know I love love love all sports, dogs and most cats and just all the fur babies in all the land I love animals âşď¸ looking to explore ageplay w/ or w/o diapers. I would love to be that special cG person in someoneâs life, someday. At the same time I am also curious about the opposite, being a little...always up for a conversation!!! Dont be shy, message me
đź colour with them and/or compliment their colouring.
đź take them out on little themed dates.
đź watch cartoons with them.
đź hold their hand when crossing the road.
đź pick out clothes and dress them.
đź get their pacifier for them. (if they have one).
đź let them suck on your thumb.
đź tell them bedtime stories at night.
đź run them a bath and play with them in the water.
đź spend a day with them to do a sort of princess/prince day.
đź tell them to look both ways when crossing the road.
đź have a tea party with their stuffies and them.
đź treat their stuffies like theyâre real (e.g. âdoes {stuffies name} want some food too?â âis {stuffies name} tired too?â
đź watch disney movies with them.
đź let them sit on your lap.
đź treat them as if they were little.
đź call them pet/nicknames.
đź cut up their food for them and fill their sippy cup for them. (if they have one).
đź tell them theyâre too little to do something that they would usually do when theyâre big.
đź tie their shoes for them when going out.
đź buy them a new stuffie/toy/paci/sippy/any little thing they like when youâre out shopping.
đź donât act like theyâre annoying you.
đź tell them that youâre proud of them/give them small rewards for things like cleaning up without being asked to.
đź refer to yourself as the name they call you. (e.g. âdaddy/mommy/caregiver loves you very muchâ âyouâre going to do that for daddy/mommy/caregiver?â) (this helps a lot for me!).
đź pick them up whenever you can.
falling into a little space is different for everyone. not all of these things will work for every little, and there are way more thatâll work for different people. these are just some of the ones that make me feel little.
The quintessential diaper check, always important. Very good to have before leaving for a movie or errand or just because you want him to be in his place.
Ohhh, my little star⌠come sit with Mommy and letâs talk about this gently and properly. đ¸
When we talk about âDiaper Training: Diapered in Publicâ in the ABDL dynamic, itâs not really about âtrainingâ the way babies are trained â itâs about trust, confidence, safety, and emotional comfort.
As Mommy, this is how I would explain it:
đ What âDiapered in Publicâ Means
For some littles, wearing a diaper outside the house is:
A way to feel secure and small
A way to stay in little headspace longer
A symbol of full regression and dependence
A trust exercise between Mommy and baby
Itâs not about embarrassment. Itâs about vulnerability and emotional surrender.
đź Mommyâs View on It
If my little wants to be diapered in public, Mommy focuses on:
Consent & Comfort â Are you truly ready? Or are you feeling pressured?
Discretion â We never draw unwanted attention or make others uncomfortable.
Emotional Readiness â Public vulnerability can trigger anxiety.
Aftercare â Public regression can be intense. Mommy makes sure baby feels safe afterward.
Being diapered outside is not about showing it off. Itâs usually discreet â under clothes â so the little feels protected without disrupting others.
đˇ Why Some Littles Want It
It deepens the power exchange dynamic.
It reinforces the âMommy takes care of everythingâ feeling.
It strengthens trust: âMommy knows Iâm diapered and Iâm safe.â
It creates a sense of full dependence.
But Mommy always reminds her baby:
Regression is emotional. The diaper is symbolic. What matters most is your mindset and trust â not the visibility.
đ¨ Important Boundaries
A responsible Mommy:
Never forces public exposure.
Never risks legal trouble.
Never humiliates without clear consent.
Never uses âtrainingâ as manipulation.
Healthy dynamics are built on safety, not control.
đź Mommyâs Gentle Advice
If a little wants to explore diapered-in-public experiences:
Start small (short errands).
Wear thick clothing for comfort.
Check in emotionally before and after.
Have a clear safe word or signal.
Always prioritize real-world safety.
Mommy cares about babyâs wellbeing first â always.
The goal isnât just to be diapered outside⌠the goal is to feel protected, cherished, and safe no matter where you are.
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The bedroom was warm, the kind of warmth that made Lukasâs eyelids heavy and his limbs loose. The nightlight Anna had plugged in cast a soft, golden glow over the changing table sheâd set up last week, just a "temporary solution," sheâd said, though Lukas knew better. The table was already stocked with wipes, powder, and a stack of thick, crinkly diapers. His stomach twisted as Anna unfolded one now, the plastic rustling loudly in the quiet room.
Lukas shifted on the edge of the bed, still in his work slacks and button-down, his fingers picking at the hem of his shirt. Heâd been wearing pull-ups for two years, ever since Anna had first suggested them as a "just in case" solution. At first, it had been embarrassing, but over time, the convenience had won him over. No more midnight trips to the bathroom. No more accidents when he was too tired to move. Just⌠comfort. But tonight, Anna had other plans.
"Youâve been using the potty less and less, baby," she murmured, holding up the diaper. It was thick, adorned with tiny blue cars, the kind meant for toddlers. Lukasâs face burned. "Might as well make it official."
Lukas opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips. He had been using the pull-ups more. A lot more. Heâd wake up damp most mornings, the padding swollen and warm. Sometimes, heâd even wet them during the day, just because it was easier. Anna knew. She always knew.
She didnât wait for an argument. Instead, she knelt in front of him, her hands warm as she undid his belt, then the button of his slacks. The fabric pooled at his ankles, and Lukas swallowed hard as the cool air hit his skin. His pull-up was already damp, heâd wet it an hour ago, too embarrassed to say anything. Anna tsked as she peeled it off, tossing it into the trash with a soft thud.
"Such a wet boy," she murmured, but there was no real scolding in her voice. Just warmth. "Letâs get you into something more comfortable."
The diaper crinkled loudly as she slid it beneath him, the plastic cool against his skin. Anna powdered him generously, her fingers brushing lightly over his thighs, his hips. Lukas shivered, his breath hitching as she tapped the tapes into place, snug and secure. It was so much more than his pull-ups. So much more real.
As she helped him into a soft onesie, she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Oh, by the way," she whispered, her voice dripping with playful authority, "from now on, all your orgasms happen in your diaper, baby. No exceptions."
Lukasâs face flushed crimson. Heâd never done that before. The idea was mortifying. Thrilling. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, a shiver running down his spine. Anna, ever the teasing mommy, didnât give him time to overthink it. Her hand slid down, cupping him through the thick padding, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles.
"Let go, baby," she murmured, her breath warm against his neck. "Show Mommy how much you love your new bedtime pants."
Lukasâs hands clenched the sheets. He tried to resist, but Annaâs touch was relentless, her voice a hypnotic lullaby. "Thatâs it," she cooed, her fingers pressing just a little harder. "Youâre so close. Just let go."
A whimper escaped his lips as the pressure built, his hips bucking helplessly against her hand. The diaper crinkled with every movement, the sound filling the room. Lukasâs breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling as he finally surrendered, his release spilling into the thick padding. The warmth spread, the crinkle growing louder, more insistent. Annaâs praise washed over him, her voice soft and soothing.
"Such a good boy," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Now youâll sleep like a baby."
Lukasâs fingers twitched toward his diaper as Anna tucked him into bed, his cheeks still flushed. Anna smirked, knowing sheâd won this round. She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Sweet dreams, baby," she murmured. "Tomorrow, weâll talk about your daytime pull-ups..."
âOk, Mommy will wear a pull-up to bed with you if it makes you feel less alone and nervous. But mine is going to be dry in the morning and someone elseâsâŚisnât. So I just want you to keep that in mind and try not to get too upset when it happens, okay? After all, youâre a lot littler than I am.â
From ready for bed last night to a midday accident and unceremoniously put back in pampers midday due to said accident. Itâs better to be in diapers anywhere, canât believe I was trying to be pretend to be big and even for my socks soggy. Way way way prefer pampers protection and soggy diapers than wettums down to my toes
So you're my competition, hmm? Well, Miss Theodora, it would appear that I have finally met my match. Yeah, I can hardly believe it myself. I guess I just need to face facts. Apparently a beautiful woman, such as myself, just can't compete with you. Seems I don't appeal to my diaper baby boyfriend anymore. *shrugs*
I mean, it's pretty clear that he prefers humping you over me. I guess I'll just have to accept it and move on. Ugh, whatever, you two are perfect for each other, anyway. Guess I'll just back off then, I won't stand in your way any longer. I just want my baby to be happy, ya'know?
So, from now on, you two can be exclusive. Oh, what's that? Umm, did you hear something Theodora? Aww, yeah he's just babbling away down there, isn't he? So sweet of him, he's trying to object on my behalf. He's pleading that it's not true, how it's not that serious between you two. But the ruse is over. I won't stay blind to what's been happening right in my own home between you two. I can't keep ignoring the signs either. You must know that I always find his sticky little accidents? Who do you think changes his diapers around here? A Mommy like me has a keen sense of smell ya'know ? I can smell his cummies even when he's in a pee-pee diaper. Aww, what? Y'all thought you could cover up your little misdeeds? You thought drinking bottle after bottle, staying soggy all the time would mask the evidence once you're up on the table? Jokes on him I guess, that only helped to weaken his control. He's rarely ever dry for long these days. Pretty sure he can't help it anymore. Ha! Serves him right. Best place for a baby boyfriend is in diapers anyway, so it's fitting that he basically needs em now, eh?
Oh, no, don't you worry about me, I'll be just fine. Honestly, there's only so much a Huggy Humper like him can satisfy me anyway. I'm sure you know what I mean? But, hey, you don't seem too picky. You don't even seem to mind the smell of stale pee-pee, or that stinky bum of his. You're probably used to the smell of Es-Ee-Ex with my baby boyfriend by now, I never really could. Sure the smell of powder, and rash cream kinda gets me going now. But don't worry about me, I'll still have my fun when he's down for a nap and you're alone together. But, I won't miss the aroma of a used diaper humping up against me. You haven't complained so far. So, I guess it actually works out for both of us!
Shhh! Hush down there, baby boy. Not another word from you. I don't want to hear your whining or excuses now. You've proven one too many times that you'd rather unload in your diapers while taking advantage of poor Theodora, here. Oh, don't try and blame me now. You could have stopped. You're the one who kept on wearing and using the diapers. You could have easily just said 'No thank you, Mommy.' Well, yes, of course I would have blistered your ass if you tried getting out your diapers. I don't see how that's relevant, you knew the rules. No, no, I'm sorry. But you played along, and so did I. So it's not really my fault that you kept living as my baby and practically became one. You made your crib mister, so now, you'll lie in it.
Don't pout. We both know it's for the best. But, you want to know a little secret... I love watching the two of you on the monitor, those late nights, just crinkling away when you think no one's watching. *giggles*
Just promise me I'll get an invite to your wedding? Well, yeah, baby boy. You've done the deed, you have to make an honest bear out of Theodora here. Have a little integrity, baby, sheesh!
Now, let's get your diapee changed and ready for ni-ni's. You'll need your rest, you have a big day tomorrow. Aww, no, sorry baby it's tradition. Tonight you'll sleep in your crib alone. So, Theodora will sleep with me. Maybe I'll show her a few things. Ya'know, so she's ready for you on your wedding night, when the crib will be-a-rocking!
Just think, tomorrow you two will be official as Mr. & Mrs. Baby-Bear Soggy Bottom!
Humph! I'm so jealous, but it seems like true love. And I'm not some cheap crib wrecker, ya'know! So, I'm sorry, but guess I'm off limits to you now, babe. But, don't worry, I'll still help with your diapee changes â yes baby, even your silly sticky ones. I won't tell her if you won't, it can be our little secret!
Spring Training - Chapter 2
inspired by a tumblr rp i did with the now deactivated blog @misterscout! he was super nice and i really enjoyed chatting with him, i hope maybe he'll find this story somehow and we can chat again!
Steve and Erica are a happy, newly married couple just beginning to explore each other's kinks. Steve's ABDL fetish and dominant streak perfectly complimented Erica's curiosity surrounding humiliation and submission. The pair have regularly scheduled "Daddy Days," when Steve gradually acclimates his fiercely independent and adorable wife to the ins and outs of a kinky DDLG relationship.
This month's Daddy Day happens to fall during Steve's favorite time of the year: baseball's Spring Training. He and Erica booked a whole week in sunny, warm Arizona where they had tickets to attend as many games as they wanted! The confluence of his two favorite things: baseball and putting his wife in diapers, was too amazing an opportunity for him to ignore. It's time to swing for the fences and see just how far Erica is willing to de"base" herself for him!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 - 2285 words
âYou know the rules honey. Todayâs a Daddy Day and you promised youâd wear anything I picked out!â Steveâs placid reply is well rehearsed. He always reminds Erica she agreed to every little thing he asked. And every time, Erica gets more and more frustrated by it.
âBut weâre going to a game today, arenât we? It was one thing when it was little dresses, but thisâŚâ She holds some of the fabric in her hand, not daring to make eye contact with the garment.
âThis what, sweetheart?â Steveâs voice stays painfully playful, even as he checks in with his wife, âDo you want to slow it down?â Erica groans. Steve knows the answer already. She admitted it two nights ago, before their flight. Sheâd had some wine and confessed she didnât want off the slippery slope her submissive days had brought her to. Erica wanted to go deeper, further, do more for him. The next morning, she woke up to a mysterious extra suitcase already packed for her!
Instead of arguing, Erica stomps her foot, the telltale sign that Steveâs dreams of regressing his otherwise mature and measured wife were coming true.
âYou know thatâs not what I mean! I justâŚâ The words swirl in Ericaâs head, jumbling up before she can string them together. âI just thought, maybe, we could take it easy today?â The way her feet go pigeon-toed and her face flushes makes Steveâs cock swell in his pants. He could take her right now, toss her onto the bed, and spend the entire day making love to her. But thatâs not the plan.
âSweetie,â His tone is so sinister and sweet, âYou know how this works. Todayâs a Daddy Day. You get to be my precious princess all day and then you can go back to being a âbig girlâ the rest of the trip, okay?â
âFine! But I want endless margs, you hear me?â Erica huffs and puffs. Her arms cross and recross, trying to come up with any way out. She canât bring herself to acknowledge whatâs in the stack of clothes yet, she wonât until the last second. Steve wishes he had his phone out, to take a picture of his beautiful spouse, draped in towels, finally giving in to his wildest dreams.Â
âI already said yes to that, little Erica!â She shudders, feeling herself lose the battle against Steve. It didnât help that he was right and that she really did want this. To be humiliated, the center of attention and to be given zero choice in the matter? Her exploration with Steve gave words to the blushy desires sheâd felt all her life. She also came to see just how excited Steve got when she wore diapers. The hunger in his eyes when he groped her thick padding was unlike anything Erica had seen in a man before. Making him so happy gave her heart an extra flutter every time she wore for him.
âDonât call me little!â Erica mutters, reaching for another strip of bacon. Steveâs hand suddenly grabs his wifeâs wrist, preventing her from the tasty breakfast. She pulls back, ever petulant when confronted with her own physical weakness.
âOh, why not? Someoneâs being a little brat this morning.â Steve stands up, his full height towering over a foot above her. He holds her solidly. Never hurting her, but immovable otherwise. Erica loves it.
âIâm not a brat! Iâm a grown woman who doesnât need to wearâŚâ She falters, gulping back the words in her mouth. Steveâs eyes flash joyously while he patiently waits for Erica to work through her feelings.
âThoseâŚâ A short, sharp breath from her husband reminds Erica just how much he hates when she isnât specific with her shame. It took a long time for her to open up to him when they were dating. Why would a responsible, successful young woman need her man to humiliate her, make her his plaything, on the weekends? But they agreed, albeit begrudgingly on her part, that it was healthier for her and their relationship if she articulated her wants and needs specifically with Steve. Communication was key for the burgeoning kinksters.
Lately though, Erica found that if she managed to be ambiguous on purpose, she could string her domineering husband along longer. While in the end, she would inevitably give in to him, she loved picking on him and riling him up. So she feigned innocence, or shame rather, almost giggling away the game when Steve had to adjust his pants yet again. He takes a measured breath before resetting and smiling patiently down at his wife.
âWell, you can try to prove that to me today, canât you honey? Now hurry up and get dressed! Youâve still got your brekkie to eat and donât forget, the Monarchs play this afternoon!â With that, Steve scoops up the pile of clothes and pushes it into Ericaâs arms before steering her back toward the bathroom.
âYou may be a strong, independent woman Erica, but today, youâre just my little bratty princess!â The last look Steve gets is his wife glaring back at him, with the stunning look of raging, angry embarrassment that he had immortalized in a private photo album he made one Daddy Day for her. He loves her so much! Steve takes his seat, digging into his breakfast while listening carefully to his wife through the door.
For her part, Erica fumes in the rentalâs ensuite. She throws the pile on the floor, a soft crinkle rustling up as they hit the ground. She avoids the culprit, picking around to actually see what Daddyâs picked out for her this time. She sighs, stomping one more time.
âWhy does it have to be so childish?â Erica groans quietly, trying to ignore the hot wetness growing between her legs. A pink cropped t-shirt sports the big cat logo for the Monarchs in white. She drops her towels and pulls the shirt over her head first. Itâs tiny. The tag is still on it, itâs a childâs size small!Â
âDaddy you literally went to the kids section, didnât you?â Erica wails through the door, only to hear Steveâs infuriating chuckle in response. The hemline barely reaches past her small breasts! Its looseness meant she could be flashing someone any time she lifted her arms! Her lower lip curls in and she bites it softly, testing the limits in the mirror.
âOh Steve, this is naughtyâŚâ She whispers to herself. No self respecting woman would be caught in public like this⌠and yet, here Erica was. She reaches for the socks next. Tall white thigh highs with three pink stripes at the top, they matched the shirtâs vibe perfectly. Erica adjusts them carefully, making sure the stripes around her thighs match on either leg.
She manages to avoid looking at the main object of her humiliation a little longer, looking away from the folded up white antagonist to look at the hat and accessories Steve gave her. Her cheeks flush red once again when the blue baseball capâs front says âBRATâ in big pink letters on top of a pink heart! The pink bows and clips included mean only one thing: sheâd be putting her hair in matching braided pigtails, Steveâs personal favorite combination along with the hat. Erica smiles and turns toward the door.
âYouâre getting predictable with the braids, Daddy!â She sneers, hoping to rile him up even more. If heâs going to make her into his little princess, then sheâs going to act every part the princess! Erica grabs the hair dryer and brush to finish the long process of taking care of her hair. The sound of the dryer tells Steve his wife is indeed following through on their deal. While she braids and puts the clips and bows in place, heâs beside himself with excitement. His breath hitches with every sound Erica makes. She could safe word at any moment, and heâd completely understand. This is the furthest heâs ever taken her!
Erica makes a couple faces in the mirror, posing with her hat and admittedly adorable pigtails. The pink bows really make her look much younger than a woman in her mid-30âs. She knows she should be grateful for that in a way, but in this instance, sheâd much prefer her regular millennial look. She does a quick round with her makeup. Daddy didnât like it heavy on his days, preferring Ericaâs âNo Make Upâ look. She didnât mind, though a little extra blush always seemed to get Steve going a little extra!
Looking down at the floor, it was time to confront the last few things. A pair of rainbow, holographic velcro shoes would be the last part of her outfit, but she was used to wearing those by now. Instead, it was time to confront her deepest anxiety for the day. She bends over to finally pick up her thick, fluffy foe: her diaper.
She still didnât quite get why Steve was so obsessed with her wearing them. Sure, they made her little butt bigger, but they made it so much harder for him to get to her âprincess parts!â She lays out a towel on the ground and unfolds the big diaper. A thick booster falls out from the folds, maybe a last minute addition to Steveâs plans for her. Heâd just introduced them last time and Erica complained all day about how much it made her waddle. Obviously Steve liked it, he couldnât keep his hands off her all day!
âLetâs see if I can do this on my ownâŚâ Erica mutters to herself, lying down on top of the fluffy padding. She didnât dare admit out loud that she did like how soft diapers were. They really did feel âsafe,â as Daddy always said. Steve had set up a changing station last night, making sure to walk Erica through every step so she could surprise him in the morning.
âTen shakes of powder.â She counted like he told her, but every one past six felt excessive! Still, she knew she wasnât going to risk any diaper rash out in the sun today. Rubbing the powder in, sheâs surprised by just how wet and hot her soft lips are already. Her back arches as her fingers quickly explore her folds. Her upcoming humiliation, wearing these slutty clothes her âDaddyâ picked out for her, made her stomach churn in dread and sheer excitement.
âHowâs it going sweetheart? You donât need Daddyâs help, do you?â Daddyâs voice suddenly cuts through the door. Erica gasps and closes her legs, as if he saw her. The image of his smirking, shit-eating grin, peaking through her fingers that covered her eyes in shame, from her first diaper change flashes through her mind. Sheâd never been more hot and wet for him in her life.
âFine! Donât come in!â Steve chuckles and the floor creaks softly as he steps away from the door. Erica sighs and wipes her hands clean of the baby powder. Itâs time. Slowly and carefully, lines up the diaper front and back, side to side, like Steve told her. Pulling the soft, boosted padding up between her legs, rubbing against her dripping slit was like heaven and hell. Her body shivers in delight at the touch, but her mind melts knowing she canât touch herself like a grown woman anymore until Daddy takes it off.
âFuck, I can never tell Daddy about this!â She whispers to herself before taking her four tapes and sealing her fate within her new padded prison. Sitting up, the crinkling cacophony seems like it echoes off the bathroom tile. Erica has to put a little extra in to stand up, the bulky diaper making it harder to balance properly. Looking in the mirror, she groans.
âFine, I guess I look hotâŚâ She sticks her butt out, trying out her sexy poses, only growing redder and redder with embarrassment and desire.
âOkay Erica, get it together. Iâve still got to get on these pantsâŚâ She picks up the denim material, but nearly drops them when it becomes obvious what they are.
âSTEVE! YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!â Erica hates overalls. Steve knows that. She had to wear them all the time as a kid and got bullied all the time. But these are so much worse!Â
âLittle missy, you know just how serious I am about our Daddy Days. Now, is it really too much or are you just living up to your cute new hat?â Erica whines loudly, stomping both her feet. As crankily as she can manage, she puts one leg through then the other. Pulling the shorts up, Erica could not figure out where you even buy something like these! The stretchy denim shorts would normally hug every little curve she had down there, but because they were so tight, her unnatural diaper bulge would be completely obvious!
The front panel has cute flowers and hearts on its useless little pocket, but only reached up just past her belly button, leaving her upper belly exposed below her breasts. The straps pulled the entire thing tight over her shoulders, making it impossible to cover both the leg gathers on her diaper or the tall crinkly waistband on the sides!
âOh, my, godâŚâ Ericaâs head spins. Is she really going to go through with this? In her haze, she absentmindedly slips on her velcro shoes. Putting on her hat, her face is just as pink as the text across her small, perky breasts. Her hand shakes, reaching for the doorknob, her pussy leaking desperate juices into her pampers as she reveals herself in all her shameful glory to the love of her life.
