Have I ever mentioned to yall how osessed I am with the idea of sorta psychologically manipulating someone through scents? Like I always wear this one specific perfume when I domme because I want the sub to associate that fragrance with me and feelings of submission to me.
What would be really fun though, would be to subvert their expectations and wear my special lil perfume on just a random day, outside of the usual context they experience it in. Suddenly they’re looking at me all doe eyed and whimpering, and they have no clue why, but have they mentioned how good I smell today?
Like imagine getting someone all flustered just because you walked by smelling like vanilla and jasmine and coconut.
(My domme perfume also puts me in a headspace at this point, so I guess I’ve kinda psychologically manipulated myself through olfactory senses…)
i think a lot of people struggle to understand how ABDL/DDLG can be non sexual when it is considered a kink, and i think i finally thought of a good analogy to explain it:
• kissing can be sexual when you’re making out, but it can also be nonsexual when it’s a quick kiss on the forehead.
• being naked can be sexual when you’re engaging in foreplay, but it can also be nonsexual if you and your partner are both just overstimulated and don’t want clothes on.
• cuddling can be sexual when your partner has a hard-on or is groping you, but it can also be nonsexual when they are lovingly spooning you and wrapped around you.
• sitting in your partners lap can be sexual when you’re both naked and horny, but it can also be nonsexual when there’s really nowhere else to sit down.
DDLG/ABDL/really any other kink community is the exact same way. whatever the “item” is, be it a diaper, a pacifier, a collar, a position, a dynamic, a rule, etc., it can have both sexual and nonsexual characteristics.
don’t let people make you feel weird for enjoying watching my little pony while drinking from a sippy cup completely innocently one hour, while also enjoying the humiliation of being forced into a diaper the next hour. both things can exist, and i’m tired of people pretending they can’t!!
Charlie fixed her skirt, looked into the mirror, and fixed it again.
To say Charlie was nervous would be an understatement, she was downright terrified. She couldn’t seem to push away the fluttering butterflies in her tummy or the permanent blush that crept its way onto her cheeks this morning.
Charlie had a date.
Her mom smiled at her daughter as she knocked on the open bedroom door, leading to the Robin Blue room that had been her daughter's since she was in diapers.
Not that she ever left those said diapers.
Charlie wasn’t like most 19 year old girls. She, well, she never really got the hang of the whole “potty training” thing. Her parents tried—really, they did. But, by the time their brilliant girl turned eleven, they couldn’t take the constant cleaning of yellow and brown stains from their daughters' panties, so they just gave up and accepted the fact that their girl needed the extra protection.
She hadn't gone a day without a diaper since.
Charlie glanced at her skirt and top one last time to ensure she looked presentable and then turned to face her mother and smiled shyly. Her mom was leaning casually against her door frame that was adorned with her beloved circus stickers.
“Are you nervous?”
Her mother asked, but Charlie shook her head confidently. Her mother just chuckled and pushed herself off the wall and crossed her arms, her facial expression becoming a bit more stern. “Now, let's have a little chat, hm?” Charlie squirmed at her mother's tone, her eyes averted from the pointed look on her face.” We don't need to talk about it Mom.” she grumbled.
“Look, I know you're excited honey, but you still have to tell Henry when you need your diaper changed. Okay?”
Henry was the boy next door, home from college for the summer. Charlie's mother was paying him to take their daughter on a so-called “Date”—as Charlie had taken to calling it—to the amusement park.
Charlie had never been very good at taping up her own diapers, so, when her parents or another family member or friend couldn’t do it; her parents typically had to pay someone to watch her and make sure she made it to the change table in time.
Since she never figured out how to tell she needed the potty, she never really figured out how to tell she had gone potty either. But that’s what made Henry so different. Most of the time, her parents paid one of Charlie’s friends or the nice old woman down the street, but never a boy.
This would be Charlie’s first time alone with a boy - well - at least a boy her age, and conveniently, not also in diapers.
Charlie swatted her mother's hand away as she lifted her perfectly fixed skirt to check the fresh elephant-themed diaper her mother just taped her into. “I know, Mom! Can you please just drop it?” She asks defensively. Her mother backs off and puts her hands in the air as a sign of surrender. Just about that time the door rang.
Charlie all but jumped down the stairs, her mother right on her heels. Charlie bounced from foot to foot in anticipation as she stood behind her dad who opened the door. The door opened, revealing the cute twenty-year-old neighbor with a friendly grin on his face.
“Hello, Mister Dawson!” he said kindly, outstretching his hand for the other man to shake. Mr. Dawson smiled and shook his outstretched hand firmly.
“Ah, Henry! Nice to see you again, how's College?” The two exchange casual conversation before Charlie's Mother cuts in.
“Hello Henry, are you here for Charlie?” She inquires, to which the boy nods.
‘Yes ma’am”
Charlie's mother smiles and turns back, outstretching her hand to signal her daughter to come forward. Charlie sheepishly steps into Henry's line of sight and he smiles. She's just as pretty as he remembers.
Too bad she still poops her pants.
“Hey Kiddo! Ready for the Park today?” Henry says in a sickly sweet tone as if speaking to a shy toddler.
Charlie, having always been spoken to like that, smiles and nods before stepping out onto the porch with Henry.
“Okay! Wave bye to your parents, and let's hit the road!” Henry says, offering Charlie his arm, which she blushingly takes.
“Oh! Henry, here's her diaper bag!” Her dad shouts, running out to meet them as they load up the car. Charlie blushes as her diaper bag is handed off from one caregiver to the next before saying their final goodbyes and heading off to their fun-filled “date”.
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Charlie bounded off the ride giggling uncontrollably as Henry followed close behind her laughing just as hard. Despite the diapers, and the occasional tinkle smell that came from her, Charlie was actually quite fun; making this so much better than the other babysitting gigs he had had in the past.
As they made their way back to the main walkway, Henry caught Charlie's arm and pulled her off to the side, excluding them from the rest of the people deboarding the ride. Charlie blushed as she was pulled in close to Henry, his breath hot on her cheek. He looked sweetly into her eyes, brushing her hair out of her face gently. Was he going to kiss her? Charlie’s eyes fluttered close, her lips pursing slightly to prepare for the landing of Henry’s own butter soft looking lips.
“How's that diaper holding up Kiddo? You've had a lot of soda.”
Moment ruined.
Charlie's cheeks turn a comical circus red as Henry lifts the front of her skirt and squeezes the front of her soggy diaper, inspecting it intently. “Hm, looks like we've got time for one more ride before I change you,” he says, speaking more to himself than the girl he just checked.
To which Charlie let out a meek little “Oh.” He glances up, smile fading a bit as he notices Charlie's dejected look. She didn't seriously think he was going to kiss her, right? She’s basically a toddler for crying out loud! That can’t be appropriate.
“And perhaps a Cotton Candy,” Henry smiles cheekily, “What do you say?”
Charlie smiles and nods quickly. And Henry finds himself feeling a bit relieved he hadn’t crushed the poor girl’s spirits; it’s not that she wasn’t pretty,and she was super cool, but he’d seen her poop her pants once before while playing in the sprinklers out front with the other children last summer. And you don’t really want to date the girl who was the only kid that needed laying down and changing.
Henry takes her hand and leads Charlie to the Cotton Candy stand as she toddles closely behind him, trying her best not to stumble due to the sagging diaper between her legs. They make their way up to the register and Henry promptly orders and pays for a Cotton Candy with the money Charlie's parents had given him to “Treat” their little pamper princess.
Charlie hastily gobbles up the sugary sweet treat, her fingers and cheeks now sticky from the yummy endeavor. The tiniest bit of drool glistening at the corner of her pink lips.
Henry cringes slightly, he had always hated mess. Charlie is far too engrossed in the task of licking her dirty fingers clean to notice Henry rummaging around her diaper bag, pulling out a diaper in order to get to her baby wipes. He takes a wipe from the pack and turns towards his diapered charge.
“Here we go baby,” Henry says focusing on tidying up Charlie who matches her pink sweet.
He called her baby!
Maybe they did have a small spark, she thinks as he finishes cleaning her up and throwing away their trash.
Henry makes his way back over to Charlie who was sitting prettily on the bench, her diaper peeking out between her legs, there was a slight yellow shade to it, but Henry had promised her one last ride before a stop to the change station, and Henry was never one to break a promise.
“Okay Kiddo, one more ride before we take an adventure to the change table and perhaps the back of Henry's car for a nap!” Henry claps his hands, rubbing them together as he proceeds to help the girl up.
“Can we go on the Carousel!” Charlie chants happily, to which Henry nods. The carousel shouldn't be too exciting, so her diaper should be fine.
Or so he thought.
As they stood in the line for the childish ride, Charlie felt a horrible feeling in her tummy, whimpering slightly, but the feeling quickly passed and she returned to her giddy self.
As they neared their turn, her tummy kept feeling waves of aches and pains, causing her to shift a bit uncomfortably. Henry glanced at her quisically, but before he could open his mouth and ask her what was up; she was already answering his question.
Charlie grunted, her stance subtly turning into a half squat as a small toot erupted from her backside, causing the people behind her to turn their attention to the overgrown toddler Henry was standing beside, finally making him blush with embarrassment for the first time on this trip. Unlike Charlie—whose face was now red from strain.
Charlie was pooping her diaper in front of at least thirty people.
Her little butt shaked slightly as she continued to push. Despite the concentrated look on her face, her eyes glossed over as she seemed totally unphased and unaware of her actions.
Her diaper now drooped comically low below her skirt. Henry had to cover his mouth to stop from laughing like the people around them. The smell wafted over Henry—it took everything in him to not gag;
She smelt just as stinky as the other kids he babysat.
The people behind her now waved their hands in front of their faces, disturbed by the infantile smell coming from the nineteen year old.
As Charlie finished up, Henry watched the realization slowly clink and clunk its way through her brain.
Did she really not realize what she was doing?
Then it hits him again like a circus car. Of course she’s not aware—she’s not potty trained! She’s just like any other baby, peeing and pooping the moment she feels and not thinking twice about it.
Charlie slowly stood back up to a normal stance, her hand slowly making its way to the back of her diaper, not evening having to lift her skirt in order to feel the crinkly bulge she had just left in its seat. ‘No, surely she hadn’t just pooped!’ She thinks mortified at the prospect.
“Next!”
The ride conductor shouted ushering the line forward. Henry is promptly swept away with the rest of the line before he can swipe up Charlie and take her to the change station.
“W-wait!”
Charlie starts to protest, but she's cut off by the ride conductor and a swell of people pushing her toward the carousel. She stumbled clumsily, the sag of her diaper making it impossible to walk even remotely like an adult she felt she was at the beginning of this “date”.
Charlie wanted to cry, her cooling messy becoming uncomfy as her eyes filled with tears as she noticed Henry's slight look of disgust.
But worst of all, he looked…amused.
“Alright, stinker butt, up you go!”
He laughs as he makes his way over to her, scooping her up and gagging slightly as he lifts Charlie up and sits her on the back of a porcelain horse—the only porcelain her butt has probably ever sat on, Henry muses.
Charlie bursts into tears as the mess in her diaper mushes against her butt, surely Henry wasn’t serious! Surely he’d change her diaper right away so they could go back to their fun grown up date.
But just like a baby, Henry fully intended to change her when it was most convenient.
“Oh, don't fuss little one! Henry promised you one last ride after all,” he chuckles condescendingly before popping Charlie's pacifier in her mouth which he had promptly dug through her diaper bag to get. This of course gets a giggle from the audience around them.
Charlie's eyes widen in shock as she subconsciously suckles her paci, cries turning to muted sniffles. Henry snorts, booping her nose.
She still was the cutest little poopy pamper princess he remembered.
“Your dad was right, binkies make the perfect little mute button!” Henry says amused as he climbs atop the elephant next to Charlie.
Charlie could die, as the ride jolts forward, the up and down motion of the carousel squishing her shame even deeper into her skin which further causes the mess to ooze from the leakguard of her diaper. Charlie wails again in humiliation and great, childish discomfort.
Henry doesn’t hold his laugh back this time as he realizes what’s just happened.
Charlie had a blowout like a newborn baby.
“Hold on tight Kiddo! It's going to be a messy ride!”
The solo caregiver-little dynamic is great, but what the caregiver-little-little dynamic is incredibly underrated for a number of reasons.
1. The Humiliation.
Yes, having your dirty bottom cleaned by Daddy is INCREDIBLY embarrassing. But how much worse is it when your little sister, friend, or rival is watching you get changed while they're wearing their own soggy diaper, teasing you for being a bigger baby than them.
2. The Companionship.
Caregivers are great, but everyone can admit that no matter how hard they try, they just aren't the best at playing. They don't ever quite do what they're told or engage as deeply as they should. The can't! They have too many silly responsibilities to think about.
Stuffies are great because they are always obedient, but they aren't goid at thinking on their feet. They don't talk back, but they don't ever come up with good ideas.
Little friends, however, know how to play GOOD.
They are imaginative, cheery, and generally never complain about a game being too childish or boring like a Mommy or Daddy would. They also get totally immersed in the game, just like you, because their minds are unencumbered with the worries of the adult world.
Little friends are the perfect playmates.
3. The Competition.
Being the only apple of Mommy's eye is wonderful, but doesn't her affection mean more if you have to really earn it? Don't those snuggles feel better if you have to compete for them? Aren't you more satisfied knowing Mommy had options and picked you over someone else?
Plus, isn't being a brat more fun if you can avoid getting caught? Pinning your childish little schemes on someone else and watching them get punished for something you did is incredibly satisfying.
Plus, isn't there a rush that comes with losing? The tingly embarrassment from having to listen to your Mommy read your brother YOUR favorite story while your butt is red and your nose is stuck in a corner? Or listening to the low hum of Bluey coming from the other room, while your stuck in your crib because your 'just too little' to stay up like your sister?
Having a little companion is great because you get to compete with them! You get all the fun and satisfaction that comes from winning (and losing) your silly little games!
Now, go forth! Find a play group, a sibling, a daycare, or nursery and explore the joys of being little with others!
Just don't forget to always listen to your caregiver! 😘
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