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IT’S TIME FOR A PUBLIC SERVICE.

I’m appalled at how many ABDLs don’t use lotion or powder to protect their sensitive skin against the constant contact of pee in their pampers. Daddy knows that powder on fingers can reduce the stickiness of tape tabs, but if you use a powder puff, you can minimize that.

I’m also surprised when babies who really like sitting in a wet diaper will double up without poking any kinds of holes in the inner diaper (which wastes the padding in the outer diaper), or worse, they put on the diaper and THEN poke holes in it (which is dangerous for the baby). Use a Wartenberg Wheel to poke holes in the outer surface of the inner diaper BEFORE putting it on (but be careful, too many holes can make the inner diaper rip apart as you’re putting it on).

And finally, I’ve seen many ABDL photos where the baby is wearing cute pastel clothing and ugly black socks. You can make your own simple pair of booties from socks to get the right effect, and you should try to find socks that are white or in a pastel color that matches a color in your outfit.

So please follow these tips, and don’t make me come over there, or you’ll get a spanking!

vincentvangoo

My Baby Brother: Version 2.0

These images are Photoshop fakes from images found on the web. The people in these images are not really dressed as they appear here. But I think they look better this way…wink, wink.

vincentvangoo

These images are Photoshop fakes from images found on the web. The people in these images are not really dressed as they appear here. But I think they look better this way…wink, wink.

teescurry

runawayofpersonas

Still can’t believe you agreed to let me make you half your size four times in a row. It’s obvious you thought that meant I’d be shrinking you to half your original size on four separate occasions, implying you’d grow back each time. That would probably be fun for someone nicer, but as far as I’m concerned, growing back would require a whole other agreement. That’s right, instead you shrunk to half your size, then half that size, then half that size, then half that size, a sixteenth of your original height. You were like 5'6" to start with and eye level with my mouth, then you went to about the height of the inseam on these jeans, then to a head (of yours) shorter than my knee. From there you shrank to eight inches, smaller than even your feet were, and then to half that, smaller than your dick was.

Get closer, I want to see how big my toes are compared to you.

blankeyboy

Video games and padding are always a winning combo and a great way to spend a Friday night

Diaper #8

weresasquatch

Lars Motza 22US (57EU)

shoeburst

Jeff gets stinky size 16 feet!

“Here we go…” Jeff muttered to himself, still apprehensive about this. The size 16 cleats heated up against his feet. He grunted as the heat grew and it became very warm. His feet began to ache, it felt like they were being squeeze in a vice. He heard soft popping sounds coming from inside the shoe. “Holy shit, it is working?!” He said to himself. He felt around for where his toe was. He found his big toe through the dirty material. Oh wow, it was an inch further than it should be! His foot was actually growing! This is crazy! The tops of his feet started to itch like crazy but he couldn’t do anything about it. His feet kept getting warmer and warmer and he could feel his feet start to sweat. It was making the already grimy material in the shoe get slimy. Gross! That was when he notice the nasty foot odor got exponentially worse. Oh jeez, it didn’t just smell like old shoes any more, it smelled fresh. Like a sweaty gym sock but way worse. “Oh fuck is that me? Is that my feet? They don’t stink that bad, do they?”. It truly was a strong musk, that Jeff was sure people would be able to smell from several feet away. He really hoped it wasn’t that bad and he could keep his new foot odor under control. The itching got more intense. It felt like there were ants crawling all over the tops of his feet and toes. The stretching and the pulling was getting more intense, as did the heat around his feet. By wiggling his toes, he could see that his feet were almost to the end of the cleats. Holy shit, his feet were going to be so big. Already, he guessed they were bigger than most guys at his high school, and he was still growing! As this was happening, the stink was still bothering Jeff. It was like a persistent cloud around him! The heat was subsiding a bit, but the itching still persisted. His joints and foot muscles were cracking and popping from the rapid growth. Jeff was very curious as to what they were going to look like when they were done. The grungy material kept getting tighter and tighter, pressing down on his feet. His feet must be getting so big! It was around this time, that Jeff began to be a bit confused; when were the other changes going to happen? He was excited to be a huge muscle bound jock by the end of this! Maybe it took longer than just the feet? The popping and pulling sensations were slowing down and the heat was almost gone. The smell, however, certainly wasn’t gone. flexing his toe, Jeff could see his big toe was practically at the end of the massive shoe. “Holy shit, it worked. My feet are HUGE!”, Jeff said. As the last of the itching on the tops of his feet died down, he reached down and began to undo the grimy laces, and see what had happened to his feet.

shoeburst

from Lost City of Growth

guysbigfeet

19US vs 15US

worldunderyourfeet

huge & sexy this. size 15 seems really small isn’t it :P

look1977

graybeards

“Hello, little man,” a deep voice boomed so loud I felt the bass of it in my chest as I slowly opened my eyes. I felt dizzy and my eyes were blurry. I could feel the hardness of wood against my bare skin. Did I pass out?

As my vision started to sharpen, I found myself looking up at my boss, Nick. in his signature blue suit. But I realized I wasn’t just looking up at him, I was looking way up at him.

I scrambled to my feet and saw the now-vast expanse of our office around me. Looking back at Nick, with his furry hand the size of a sedan resting on the floor in front of me, I realized I was standing on my boss’ desk. I screamed up at him, “What’s happening?”

His wolfish grin shifted into a boyish laugh. It sounded like he was whispering into a megaphone when he said, “What do you mean, Chuck?” He reached his hand forward and pinched my tiny waist between his tree trunk fingers, lifting me off the ground effortlessly until I was right in front of his face.

I could see every detail of the older man’s handsome, gargantuan face as waves of hot, acrid breath spilled over my helpless body and filled my tiny lungs. I clasped my hands over my ears when his voice rumbled through my body as he said, “You’re so adorable like this. Don’t you like it?”

I roared back at him, but by the amusement on his face I knew it must have sounded more like a squeak, “You need to put me back!”

Nick’s face went cold and he bared his teeth as he growled, “I’m the boss, little man.” He swung his fingers down against his palm and encased me in his massive fist, slowly blocking out the fluorescent lights of the office until it was pitch black and I felt his rough skin closing in around me. “I could crush you like a bug.”

I screamed as his powerful hands clenched until it was tight as a vice. But it didn’t hurt. I felt the pressure his fingers flattening my tiny body against his palm, but there was no pain. And then he released, opening his hand with me lying on his palm unharmed as he laughed. “Got you,” he declared.

“It’s not all bad, little buddy.” He grabbed my thigh between his forefinger and thumb as he explained, “You’re little, but you’re basically immortal. Watch.” My eyes went wide as I watched him flatten my leg to nothing and then release. It just inflated back to normal in seconds.

He lifted me up to his lips, pushing his massive red tongue between them. In one lick, he drenched my naked body in his warm saliva and said, “Heck, I could swallow you down and you’d just pop out the other end a few hours later no worse for wear.” He tipped his hand toward his waiting mouth and I scrambled away from it until he broke out laughing and pulled me away on his palm. “But we’ll save that experiment for the next time you misbehave.”

“Did you do this?” I yelled, stifling my anger in light of that last threat.

Nick nodded and said, “Yup.”

“How?”

“Don’t you worry about that,” he condescended as he patted me on the head with such strength it knocked me on my ass. “You’re mine now. So just focus on getting used to it.”

Before I could say anything else, his eyes flicked toward his computer and he muttered, “Shit. I’m late for a meeting.” He looked back at me and grinned. “Better keep you somewhere safe. I don’t want you falling out of my pocket after all.”

He glanced around the office before I felt myself plummet in his palm and heard a great ripping noise. Looking over the edge of my fleshy platform, I saw Nick unzipping his fly. I looked up at him and screamed in protest, but he just pulled the waistband of his briefs loose and dumped his hand over to send my tumbling down into his bulging underwear.

I fell face-first in and landed on a fleshy sack covered in hair, but when I reached around to right myself, I felt a bowling ball-sized globe inside that shifted when I touched it. Enough office light pierced the fabric of Nick’s briefs that I was able to see a tube of flesh longer than I was tall curled up inside this prison with me.

He slammed me into he massive cock with a light pat as he said, “I hope you like your roommate. He’s certainly taking a liking to you.” He wasn’t kidding. It was a magnificent thing to watch this close as Nick’s manhood swelled against the fabric. As he grew, his briefs pressed me tighter and tighter against the great, meaty shaft. And then everything went dark as that great ripping sound filled my ears again and his pants were again zipped up.

I was trapped in here with a cock the size of a truck. When I stopped to consider that on its own, I wasn’t sure whether it sounded more like a dream or a nightmare to me. I didn’t realize it then, but I was already getting used to this new life.

mycloudballoon-blog

adultbabystories

You don’t need naps, or do you? Daddy had decided that you do, and maybe he was right?

You were used to getting up every morning at 6 AM and going to sleep every night at 11 PM. You went to work, to the gym, met some friends, watched your favorites shows. 7 hours were more than enough. You felt energized, you felt good.

Not too long after you met daddy, you were introduced to the ABDL fetish. In the beginning, daddy dressed you as a baby. He let it all set in first. No baby talk, not forcing you to anything. After some time, you got lazy to walk to the bathroom, and just used your diaper, you knew daddy will change you. One time while daddy changed you, he showed you that he bought a pacifier for you. It was weird, but you were already being changed, like a baby. Dressed, like a baby. Having a daddy figure in your life, like a baby. A pacifier was weird, but in a way, the idea wasn’t foreign.

The bottle came next. One afternoon, while you laid on the couch, daddy put on the coffee table a bottle filled with your favorite drink then left the room. You already got fixed on your pacifier, and you were thirsty, so a bottle won’t be on your way. You drank and drank, your belly got full. It made you sleepy, and in years, you fell asleep at noon, with a bottle’s nipple in your mouth.

The next day, at 4 PM, daddy took your hand and led you to the bedroom. You thought it was weird because he changed your diaper not too long ago. He laid you down and put a bottle in your mouth.

“Take a little nap baby, apparently you need it” he said.

You looked at him as you sucked from the bottle. Your eyelids got heavy, although it was only 4 in the afternoon. Your body relaxed, and the bottle was so tasty. You got sleepy, very sleepy, as you watched daddy leave the room. The bed felt so nice, the diaper was so comfy, you might just do as you were told.

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Daddy @dutch-abdl-daddy regress his boy @daddys-lilboy

hmh452002

Was it the Booze? Disney Donkeyboy#1

Donkeyboy Brandon found the ever flowing beer cellar at Pleasure Island a real treat. To bad he just lost his mug holder!

harrybacks

Hairy Shoulders 91

orc-br

Each day he was getting hairier, more primitive, more hungry and less brainy. He already forgotten all his college education and how to use computers beyond basic stuff. He shouldn’t have wished to be the most manly human that ever lived. He throwed his cellphone across the room in frustration because his rough fingers were having trouble dialing his witch friend. His anger were making thinking difficult already. He needed to do something before was too late.