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keepingnddry

Ways to know you are a diaper boy

1. Undies feels thin

2. When ‘a change’ means something else

3. There is always a used diaper in your trash

4. You have a diaper bag

5. At least once you forgot if you were wet or not

6. You had leaked in public

7. You can go in your diaper whenever, even while walking

8. No floods, many small wettings along the day

9. You asked yourself what is the hotel policy on wet bed

10. You giggle when someone says: “I’m pissed”

joshdiaperboi

Perfect!

azsassymommy

My Lil Bear .... exactly 💯

datlittlewarrior

“Shhh… hush now, you pathetic little baby. No more big-boy tantrums or loud opinions in Mommy’s house!” 🤫😡

The elegant 1950s housewife gripped her husband’s chin hard, forcing his wide, terrified eyes to meet hers while she shoved the thick teal pacifier deep between his quivering lips. His face burned bright red with humiliation as the silicone nipple filled his mouth, silencing every desperate protest. 😳🍼💦

“Quieter homes start with completely hushed, broken husbands,” she hissed with a wicked smile, “and Mommy has decided it’s time to regress you completely ... whether you like it or not!” 🏠👑

Behind him loomed the towering diaper cake, stacked with thick, crinkly diapers ready to swallow his dignity, alongside rows of baby powder and oil , all waiting to turn her once-proud man into a helpless, diapered mess. 🎂🧷✨

“You talked back to Mommy for the last time, little boy,” she growled, her nails digging into his cheek. “Tonight your regression begins for real. That pacifier stays locked in. Then I’m taping you into the thickest diapers you’ve ever felt ...so tight you’ll waddle, so padded you’ll never hide your shame. No more words. No more manhood. Just endless whimpering, helpless kicking, and the constant crinkle of your new baby prison while Mommy rocks and teases her big, regressed baby!” 👩‍❤️‍👨🍼😈

She pressed her lips to his ear, voice dripping with cruel delight as his muffled screams vibrated uselessly against the paci: “Welcome to your permanent new life, my helpless little diaper slave. From now on, Mommy keeps you hushed, helpless… and very, very heavily diapered ... forever.” 🧷👶😌💕

mommyameliestorycorner

Boys Drool, Girls Rule

The apartment smelled of lavender and baby powder, a scent that had become Mark’s new normal. He sat cross-legged on the living room floor, his chubby fingers clutching a stuffed dinosaur. His onesie, a bright blue with little white clouds, rustled as he wiggled his diapered bottom. The thick padding between his legs crinkled with every movement, a sound that would have embarrassed him but now filled him with a warm, fuzzy comfort.

Jessica, his girlfriend, lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She glanced at him occasionally, a smirk playing on her lips. "Look at you, sweetie," she cooed, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "Such a good little boy."

Mark giggled, his eyes sparkling with childlike joy. He didn’t remember why he was like this, only that it felt right. The world was simpler now. No stress, no responsibilities, just toys and snacks and the occasional warm, tingly feeling in his diaper.

The doorbell rang, and Jessica’s friend Emily let herself in. "Oh my god, Jess, he’s adorable," Emily gushed, dropping her bag by the door and kneeling beside Mark. She pinched his cheek, and he beamed up at her, proud of the praise.

"You’ve done such a good job with him," Emily said, her voice dripping with amusement. "He looks perfect."

Jessica grinned. "He’s a natural. Took to it like he was born for it."

Mark, oblivious to their conversation, reached for a sippy cup on the coffee table. He took a long sip, some of the sweet juice dripping down his chin. Jessica took a bib, and he happily let her tie it around his neck.

As the afternoon wore on, Mark’s diaper grew heavier. He squirmed, his face scrunching up as he tried to ignore the warm, squishy feeling. Jessica noticed immediately.

"Uh-oh, someone needs a change," she teased, nudging Emily. "Think he could stay dry if he wanted?"

Emily laughed. "No way!"

Mark looked up at them, his expression innocent. Then, suddenly, his face lit up. "Boys drool," he announced proudly, his voice high and sing-song, "girls rule!"

Jessica and Emily burst into laughter. Jessica clapped her hands, delighted. "Oh my god!" She scooped Mark into her arms, ignoring his surprised squeal. "Such a good boy!"

Mark giggled, his cheeks flushed with happiness. The praise made his heart swell. He didn’t know why the phrase had popped into his head, only that it made his mommy happy.

Emily grinned. "I think someone deserves a treat for being such a good little boy."

Jessica nodded. "Definitely. But first, let’s get him out of that soggy diaper."

Jessica laid Mark on the changing table in the nursery, his legs kicking happily. Emily stood nearby, watching with amusement as Jessica undid the tapes of his diaper. The scent of baby powder filled the air as she cleaned him up, her touch gentle but firm.

"You’re doing so well, sweetie," Jessica murmured, sprinkling powder onto his skin. "Such a good boy for Mommy."

Mark cooed, his fingers twisting in the soft blanket beneath him. He loved this part, the attention, the care, the way Jessica’s voice made him feel safe.

Emily leaned in, her voice playful. "You know, Jess, I think he’s ready for something a little... thicker next time. Don’t you?"

Jessica smirked. "Oh, absolutely. Maybe even a nighttime diaper. What do you think, Mark? Want to try a nice, crinkly nighttime diaper?"

Mark clapped his hands, his eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, please!"

Jessica laughed, fastening the fresh diaper around his waist. "Such a polite little boy."

After his change, Mark was rewarded with a bottle of warm milk. He curled up on Jessica’s lap, sucking contentedly as she stroked his hair. Emily sat beside them, occasionally reaching over to pinch his cheek or tickle his toes.

"You’re so lucky, Jess," Emily sighed. "He’s perfect."

Jessica smiled down at Mark, her voice soft. "I know. He’s my good boy."

Mark, half-asleep and warm in her arms, murmured against the bottle. "Love you, Mommy."

Jessica’s heart melted. "Love you too, sweetie."

As the sun began to set, Mark’s eyelids grew heavy. Jessica carried him to the crib, tucking him in with his favorite blanket. He snuggled into the soft sheets, his diaper crinkling with every movement.

"Night-night, little one," Jessica whispered, kissing his forehead.

Mark yawned, his voice barely audible. "Night-night, Mommy."

Jessica and Emily stood in the doorway, watching Mark drift off to sleep. Emily shook her head, still grinning. "I can’t believe how well the hypnosis took. He doesn’t even remember being an adult."

Jessica crossed her arms, proud. "Told you it would work. He was always so stressed, so... resistant to letting go. Now look at him. Happy as can be."

Emily chuckled. "So, what’s next for your little boy?"

Jessica’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas. Maybe a playdate with some other regressed boys. Or a trip to the park in his stroller."

Emily clapped her hands. "I have to see that."

Jessica grinned. "Oh, you will."

As they turned off the light and closed the door, Mark sighed in his sleep, his diaper crinkling softly. Somewhere in his mind, he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be, safe, loved, and utterly, blissfully little.

And girls did rule.

azsassymommy

This is such a great read!

datlittlewarrior

He used to flex in the gym mirror and call himself untouchable. “Real men don’t cry,” he’d sneer, scrolling past anything that smelled remotely submissive.

That was six days ago.Now the sliding glass door frames him like a living diorama of ruin.Thick white socks sagging at the ankles. A threadbare plaid shirt hanging open over a once-proud chest.

And between his legs an obscene, cartoonishly bulky...an XL Overnight diaper already sagging noticeably at the crotch, the plastic outer layer stretched shiny and straining. A faint hiss had ended maybe ninety seconds earlier; the warm, heavy mess is still spreading slowly inside the padding while he stands frozen in the wooden playpen, fingers curled uselessly around the top rail, knees trembling.

Steam curls lazily up from the overfilled garment because the room is chilly and his body is radiating shame-heat.

Tears track down both cheeks in unbroken lines. He’s past the hiccupping sobs now; it’s just a low, constant, animal keening.

Behind him the living room is mid-metamorphosis.The framed band posters lie facedown in a cardboard box like executed traitors.

The black-leather recliner is gone traded already for a pastel rocking chair with a stuffed giraffe draped over the back.

In the corner the disassembled crib is slowly reappearing: mattress still in its original plastic, drop-side rail leaning against the wall like a guillotine blade waiting to be bolted on.

Mommy ... she insisted on the capital M the moment the first suppository slid in ...steps into frame holding a pale-yellow onesie folded over one arm and a skein of baby-blue yarn in the other.

She stops, tilts her head, smiles the smile that used to make his stomach flip in an entirely different way.

“Look at my big strong man,” she coos, loud enough for the neighbors to potentially hear if the window were open. “Still think you’re too tough for Pampers?”

He tries to speak. All that comes out is a wet, broken sound and another small, involuntary push that forces more mush forward. The diaper visibly swells another half-inch outward. A tiny dark shadow begins to bloom at the seat.

She laughs... bright, delighted, merciless.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let it all out for Mommy. You fought so hard… and all it took was one little glycerin bullet up your naughty bottom, a slick finger full of Vaseline, and...” she gestures at the changing mat still spread on the floor, stained with lotion and oil and shame-smeared cream “...a crib-sized diaper taped on so tight you can barely toddle.”

She crouches just outside the playpen bars so their eyes are level.

“Remember the changing table coming out of storage tomorrow? I already ordered the extra-wide one with the restraint straps. High chair arrives Friday. And guess who’s coming to Sunday dinner?” She taps his nose with one manicured finger. “Aunt Lisa. Cousin Mark. Your old college roommate Jake. I told them you’ve been… going through something. They’re dying to see how the ‘alpha’ is adjusting to his new routine.”

He chokes on a sob. The diaper crinkles loudly as his hips jerk in helpless reflex.

“Long naps. Bottle feedings. Early bedtimes. No more big-boy clothes, no more late nights, no more pretending you’re anything but my helpless, leaky, poopy little baby.” She stands, smooths the onesie across his tear-streaked cheek. “And when you wake up from that first three-hour nap in the crib with a thoroughly wrecked diaper? Mommy’s going to film the un-taping. For the family, of course. Proof you finally found your proper place.”

She turns toward the hallway, calling over her shoulder without looking back.

“Keep filling, pumpkin. You’ve got a long night ahead… and an even longer life as my permanent nursery resident.”The playpen gate clicks shut.

He sinks slowly to his padded knees in the center of the pen, both hands clutching the front of the sodden, ballooning diaper as if he could somehow hold back the inevitable next wave.

He can’t.He never could.The only thing left that still resembles the man he used to be is the broken, endless crying echoing off the bare walls that will very soon be papered with pastel trains and smiling animals.

And even that sound…

…is starting to sound exactly like a baby who finally understands he’s never growing up again.

littled-22

azsassymommy

💯

mommyameliestorycorner

a boy's world: Welcome Home, Big Boy

The airport was busier than Lukas remembered. He dragged his suitcase through the crowd, scanning for a familiar face. Six months in Iceland, a place where men were still treated like adults, had felt like a dream. He had missed home, but not the creeping regression that had taken hold of his friends.

And then he saw them.

Adam stood near the arrivals gate, bouncing on his toes, his hands clutching a stuffed dinosaur. He wore nothing but a bright blue t-shirt and a thick, crinkling diaper, the padding sagging slightly between his legs. His expression was blank, his mouth slightly open, a pacifier clipped to his shirt. Beside him, Rebecca stood with her arms crossed, a fond smile playing on her lips. She wore a simple blouse and jeans, her posture relaxed but authoritative.

Lukas froze.

The last time he had seen Adam, his roommate had been wearing pull-ups, hidden under pants, dry, and a source of quiet embarrassment. Now, Adam looked like a toddler, unashamed, unburdened by the weight of adulthood.

Rebecca noticed Lukas first. She waved, her smile widening. "Welcome back. I see you’re still trying to be a big boy."

Adam’s head snapped toward the sound of her voice, his eyes lighting up. He let out a happy squeal and waddled forward, his diaper crinkling with every step. "Lulu!" he cooed, the nickname he used to call Lukas when they were kids.

Lukas swallowed hard. "Hey, Adam."

Adam didn’t respond with words. Instead, he grabbed Lukas’ hand and tugged, his grip surprisingly strong. "Mommy, Lulu’s home!"

Rebecca chuckled, stepping forward to give Lukas a hug. "I see you’re still in your big boy underwear."

Lukas felt his face heat up. He glanced down at his jeans, then back at Adam, who was now pressing his face into Lukas’ side, his diaper rustling loudly. "Yeah, uh, they don’t really do the whole regression thing in Iceland."

Rebecca’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "No, I suppose they don’t. But you’re home now."

The car ride back to their shared apartment was surreal. Adam sat in the backseat, his diaper crinkling every time he shifted, his pacifier bobbing as he hummed to himself. Lukas sat stiffly in the passenger seat, hyper-aware of the contrast between them. Rebecca drove.

"You’ll have to get used to it," Rebecca said, glancing at Lukas. "most boys have accepted their fate."

Lukas risked a glance at Adam, who was now sucking on his pacifier, his eyes half-lidded. "He didn’t really have a choice, did he?"

Rebecca’s smile didn’t waver. "Of course he did. But why would anyone choose to struggle when they can just relax and let someone else take care of them?" She reached into her bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "Speaking of which, there’s a petition going around campus. They want to remove all the toilets from the male dorms, replace them with changing rooms. Adam signed it this morning."

Adam clapped his hands, his diaper squishing with the movement. "More changing rooms! Yay!"

Lukas stared at the petition, then at Adam. "He signed it?"

Rebecca nodded. "Enthusiastically. He said it’s about time."

Lukas didn’t know how to respond. He turned back to the window, watching the city pass by. It was the same place he had left, but it felt foreign now.

Back at the apartment, Lukas dropped his bags in his room and took a deep breath. He could hear Rebecca in the living room, her voice soft and patient as she talked to Adam. Curiosity got the better of him, and he crept to the doorway.

Adam was lying on the floor, his t-shirt ridden up, his diaper fully exposed. Rebecca knelt beside him, her hands deftly unfastening the tabs. The diaper was sagging, the padding thick and swollen. Lukas’ stomach twisted as Rebecca lifted Adam’s hips and slid the diaper out from under him. The scent of urine filled the air, but Adam didn’t react. He just lay there, his expression peacefull, his hands clutching his stuffed dinosaur.

Rebecca cleaned him up with practiced ease, her movements gentle but efficient. "Such a good boy," she murmured, sprinkling powder onto his skin. "Mommy’s so proud of you."

Adam giggled, kicking his legs slightly. "Love you, Mommy."

Rebecca leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Love you too, baby."

Lukas backed away, his heart pounding. He had known things had changed, but seeing it his best friend getting changed was something else.

Later that evening, Lukas sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Adam was on the floor, playing with a set of blocks, his diaper crinkling with every movement. Rebecca sat beside Lukas, her leg pressed against his.

"You know," she said casually, "Adam fought it for a long time. But once he let go, he was so much happier."

Lukas didn’t look up. "I’m not sure it’s for me."

Rebecca reached over and plucked his phone from his hands, setting it aside. "You don’t have to decide right now. But you’re home, Lukas. And things are different here." She gestured to the petition on the coffee table. "The world is changing. Even if you don’t want to admit it."

Adam crawled over to them, his diaper rustling. He climbed onto the couch and snuggled against Lukas, his head resting on his shoulder. Lukas stiffened, but Adam just sighed contentedly.

Rebecca smiled. "See? He likes having you back."

Lukas looked down at Adam, then at Rebecca. "What if I don’t want to change?"

Rebecca’s smile softened. "Then you’ll be the odd one out. But you’re welcome to try, if you ever want to. Adam can show you how nice it is."

Adam looked up at Lukas, his eyes wide and trusting. "Lulu try? Please?"

Lukas exhaled, his resolve wavering. "I... I’ll think about it."

azsassymommy

I love my lol bear...

How i went from wife to mommy...

Dating was amazing and I love him endlessly... but he told me about his little side and that didn't make me run.. but made him run at first. Who would love a man child?? Finally he confessed he loves me and that I was his choice.. make my heart swell...I love him worn everything i am... finally engaged and beyond happy...we set our lives to come... his little side needed to be tended to and set free... after taking to him and telling him that he needed to be completely happy in who his is... finally my lil bear agrees he needs to be diapered 24/7...

To my excitement he sees i am his mommy forever more.. but just his wife...

More to come as I went from wife to mommy..I love my little bear totally

#abdl

dippersaurus

The Changing Mat Monologues

Hi. I’m the mat.

The changing mat.

The one who lives on the table. Or the floor. Or wherever someone decides to plop their soggy butt today. 🙃

Do I look like I’m okay? I am not okay.

My surface is permanently baby lotion-scented and lightly damp. At all times.

I have witnessed things.

Things.

I have stared into the abyss of a full nappy and the abyss… squelched back.

This morning? He got put down on me all giggly, like “teehee, no biggie!”

Then he stretched. And tooted.

Direct hit.

No warning. No mercy.

The wipes were too far away.

The nappy was only half open.

The mess was… active.

And guess who took the brunt of it? Me. I did.

I am not just a mat. I am a battlefield.

Powder falls like snow.

There are faint stars drawn in sudocrem across my corners.

Somewhere near the top right edge is a mysterious squiggle that used to be banana.

And the Little? He doesn’t care. He kicks his feet. He hums “Twinkle Twinkle.” He tries to grab his own toes and shouts, “I’m a potato!!” like that explains anything.

I am the last line of defence between chaos and the carpet.

And yet I am never thanked.

But I carry on. Because someone has to.

Because behind every good stinker… is a loyal mat.

azsassymommy

Love this

mommyangiesstuff

azsassymommy

Love changing my lil bear.. clean and fresh... makes him happy boy 👦

dippersaurus

The Changing Mat Monologues

Hi. I’m the mat.

The changing mat.

The one who lives on the table. Or the floor. Or wherever someone decides to plop their soggy butt today. 🙃

Do I look like I’m okay? I am not okay.

My surface is permanently baby lotion-scented and lightly damp. At all times.

I have witnessed things.

Things.

I have stared into the abyss of a full nappy and the abyss… squelched back.

This morning? He got put down on me all giggly, like “teehee, no biggie!”

Then he stretched. And tooted.

Direct hit.

No warning. No mercy.

The wipes were too far away.

The nappy was only half open.

The mess was… active.

And guess who took the brunt of it? Me. I did.

I am not just a mat. I am a battlefield.

Powder falls like snow.

There are faint stars drawn in sudocrem across my corners.

Somewhere near the top right edge is a mysterious squiggle that used to be banana.

And the Little? He doesn’t care. He kicks his feet. He hums “Twinkle Twinkle.” He tries to grab his own toes and shouts, “I’m a potato!!” like that explains anything.

I am the last line of defence between chaos and the carpet.

And yet I am never thanked.

But I carry on. Because someone has to.

Because behind every good stinker… is a loyal mat.

azsassymommy

Love this

dippersaurus

The Stinker Strikes Again (But Mummy Doesn’t Blink)

(Tactical Toots: Book 5 - The Nappy Never Wins)

---

It was meant to be just a quick stop.

Mummy said so herself as she tied your shoes and handed you your water bottle.

“One hour. In and out. We’re just popping into The Range,” she promised, as if those words meant anything anymore.

You narrowed your eyes. “Is that a shop or a trap?”

Mummy grinned. “It’s a wonderland, sweetheart! There’s crafty things and decorations and even a little snack aisle…”

You squinted at her with suspicion.

“...and no changing room,” you muttered darkly.

---

Twenty-five minutes later, you had officially had enough.

She was comparing drawer organisers.

You were comparing levels of despair.

You had trailed behind her through lampshades, artificial flowers, fake succulents, three kinds of chalkboards, and something called a “decorative duck wearing wellies.”

Your patience had worn out faster than your socks inside your trainers.

You whined.

You moaned.

You flopped dramatically on a display beanbag chair.

“Mummyyy, I’m booooored!”

She didn’t even turn around. “And I told you, we’re almost done, little grumpasaurus.”

“I don’t LIKE the range! It’s got range anxiety!”

Mummy snorted. “You don’t even know what that means.”

“Yes I do. It’s when you run out of mummy and snacks!”

---

And that’s when the idea squirmed into your brain again.

Your old secret weapon.

The ultimate escape plan.

Tactical. Poop. Deployment.

You stood still behind a trolley full of baking tins, locked eyes with a shelf of glitter glue…

And gave a little push.

Warm.

Mushy.

Effective.

You didn’t smile. That would give it away.

You just stood there like a silent little stink-hero.

Waiting for the sniff… the gasp… the rescue.

But instead?

Nothing.

Mummy kept browsing. She held up two picture frames. “Oli, sweetie, gold or silver?”

You blinked. “...I did a poop.”

“Oh, I know.” She said it so calmly it made your tummy flip.

You blinked faster. “You... wait...you knew?!”

She finally turned, one eyebrow raised.

“You got that pushy look in your eye and then stood suspiciously still by the glitter glue. It’s your tell.”

You gasped. “I have a tell?!”

“Like a cartoon villain.”

She leaned in close. “Only thing missing is you twirling your dummy like a moustache.”

---

You tugged your shorts awkwardly. The squish was immense.

“...Don’t you wanna go change me now?”

Mummy grinned sweetly. “Nope.”

You blinked. “...Nope?”

“Nope. We’re gonna finish our shopping like a big, brave stinky-pants.”

You stared at her in horror. “But...but it’s itchy!!”

She nodded solemnly. “Then I guess you’ll remember that next time you try to gaslight me with your bum.”

You gasped like she'd just told you Santa was fictional.

“This is illegal!” you squeaked.

Mummy laughed and gave your padded butt a pat. “Nope. This is consequences, mister.”

---

And so…

You squelched your way through the rest of The Range.

Every aisle.

Every wobble.

Every shameful crinkle.

You tried everything. Guilt whimpers, leaning dramatically, frowning as hard as your eyebrows would allow.

Mummy?

Unmoved.

You were trapped in the prison of your own making… wrapped in fluff and your own stubborn defeat.

---

It wasn’t until you were back home, on the changing mat with your legs in the air and the baby wipes being unleashed like the army of justice they were, that Mummy finally smirked and said:

“You know I love you even when you’re a total poop bandit, right?”

You pouted. “I don’t feel loved…”

She kissed your knee. “Well that’s because your bum betrayed you again.”

You huffed and crossed your arms.

Mummy smiled.

“You can scheme all you want, lovebug. But the days of being rescued by a poopy nappy? Are over.”

You stayed quiet.

But secretly?

You were already plotting…

---

The End.

azsassymommy

This was an awesome story and I could totally see my lil bear trying this too.... hehe. Mommies aways know what our littles are doing...lol

datlittlewarrior

A Humbling Regression: January 6, 1987

In the cozy confines of their suburban home, Mark and Lisa had been exploring the depths of their Female-Led Relationship (FLR) for months. What started as playful power exchanges(Lisa setting rules, Mark submitting to her whims)had evolved into something more immersive. Mark, once the confident breadwinner, found himself increasingly stripped of his adult privileges. It began with small humiliations: enforced chores in frilly aprons, bedtime stories and early bedtime, and eventually, the ultimate surrender: forced babyfication. Lisa, embracing her Mommy Domme role in their MDLB dynamic, had decreed that any "big boy" tantrums would result in diaper discipline. Last night, after Mark argued about her decision to lock away his "grown-up" clothes, she calmly prepared the nursery, a pastel haven she'd secretly outfitted with oversized baby gear. Sedated with a warm bottle laced with a mild relaxant (all consensual in their agreed-upon play), Mark awoke this morning regressed, bound to the changing table, his protests turning to futile squirms as the reality sank in.

Now, in this pivotal moment of light humiliation, Lisa hovers over her "little boy" with a knowing smile, her hands deftly adjusting the crinkly diaper she's just fastened around his waist. Mark, flushed and writhing in mock protest, tugs at the tapes in vain, his laughter a mix of embarrassment and reluctant thrill as she coos, "There, there, baby:Mommy knows best. No more big boy pants for you today." The forced diapering seals his babyfied state, a delicious reminder of her loving control.

frank-st-deactivated20210701

Mommy makes everything all better

azsassymommy

Yes, yes we do 🥰

diapydemon

Making Progress

He was so cute like this. I’m so happy he told me about this side of him, and I’m even happier that I was able to turn him into the adorable little boy I knew he really was deep down.

He was so shy when first telling me; his face stained crimson with his adorable blushes and his voice soft and squeaky as a mouse. He had gotten better about embracing how little he really was, but there was still progress to be made.

There were still times where he would try to hold on to his ridiculous sense of adulthood. I called these times his little temper tantrums.

Even after all his big kid underwear disappeared in favor of diapers. Even after his wardrobe was stripped of anything remotely mature in favor of pastel onesies, Sesame Street shirts, and cartoonish overalls. Even after moving from an adult bed with a monochromatic comforter to a crib with Bluey sheets and a myriad of stuffies. Even after only being able to sleep with his paci in his mouth. Even after all this, he’d still cling to the absurd —and admittedly adorable— idea that he was, in fact, actually a big boy.

That’s what I thought this was when I saw the crocodile tears welling up in my little one’s eyes during playtime.

I thought he had realized that big boys don’t wear diapers and certainly don’t potty in their diapers. I thought he was crying because he held on to the silly notion that he was supposed to be a big boy, despite the pacifier faithfully bobbing from his lips and the droopy diaper around his waist — two facts that I’d be sure to remind him of.

“Sweetheart,” I approached him, “Shhh Shh, Mommy’s here.”

He looked up at me with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“It’s okay,” I reassured him as I reached out to lovingly hold his face in my palm.

“Little ones like you potty in their pants. It’s why Mommy put you in diapies in the first place, silly! There’s nothing to cry about!”

He looked up at me with a dash of confusion.

“Ith nawt that,” he mumbled behind his paci.

This was a surprise, albeit a welcome one. If he wasn’t crying about being a big boy who could supposedly keep his pants dry, I wondered what he was actually cringing about. Maybe he just needed to be put down for a nap?

“Then what is it, Sweetheart?”

“M-My blockies fell over!” He whimpered as more tears rolled down his cheeks, “I mades a tower, an I worked weally weally hard on dem, mommy!”

My heart melted even more for my little baby boy in this moment. He had come so far from denying his true childish nature, and I was so proud of him. I almost joined him in tearing up from how proud I was of my baby boy. We had made such good progress in his regression.

“Ahww darling,” I hid a smile behind my sympathetic coos, “that’s why you’re so fussy?”

“Mhmmm”

“Tell you what baby, how would you like to rebuild the tower with Mommy? And after, we’ll change your diapie and get you down for your nappie. Mommy knows you’ll feel so much better after your nap!”

“Otay mommy!” He giggled behind his pacifier.

——————————————

As always, all characters depicted are 18+

diapydemon

Don’t fear, Mommy’s here!

“Sweetheart, this is what you wanted,” mommy sighed, “you said you wanted to be little more often, and I happily agreed, remember?”

“Yeah, but not in public!” I pouted.

“It’ll only be a picnic in the park. It’ll be a fun outing with Mommy, super casual.”

“B-but I’ll be in diapers.”

Mommy chuckled at that, “Baby, you’re in diapers most the time anyways these days. I don’t want you to be trapped in the house just because of some silly fear about someone seeing your diapers. What I do want is to spoil my baby boy by taking you on adventures to amusement parks, playgrounds, the zoo, you name it! There’s nothing to be afraid of sweetie, I promise.”

Mommy gave me one of her signature radiant smiles, and when I saw her lovingly looking down at me, I got the sense that everything was going to be alright. After all, she was my mommy, and she was going to take care of me.

“Mmmm okay mommy,” I crossed my arms trying to accent my point but probably looking more like a toddler than I wanted to, “but I want to wear big boy clothes!”

“Hmmm,” mommy put a thoughtful finger and thumb up to her chin as if she was some sagely philosopher, “Well, I don’t know about big boy clothes, but how about these.”

She showed me a pair of khaki shorts and a Barney t-shirt.

“I don’t wanna wear a Barney t-shirt, mommy!”

“But sweetheart, you’d look so cute in it!”

“Nuh-uh Mommy!”

“Hmmm well would you prefer your little onesie that says ‘Mommy’s little stinker’ on it? Or maybe your shortalls with the adorable little teddy bear on the front? Oh you’d look so adorable!”

“No! No! No! I wanna wear a big boy shirt, mommy!” I stomped my feet in a budding temper tantrum. Mommy’s smile faded, and I immediately regretted my brattiness.

“Careful baby,” Mommy raised an eyebrow, “if you keep throwing a tantrum, you’ll wear the onesie with a red bottom peaking out for everyone to see.”

“S-sawry mommy,” I tilted my head downward.

Mommy lifted my head to meet her gaze with her fingers under my jaw, “it’s okay little one. Thank you for apologizing like a good boy.”

“Heh you’re welcome Mommy!” I giggled. I loved when she called me a good boy…

“Now,” Mommy smiled, “Let’s get you dressed. And no more fussing. Honestly, I don’t think you have any ‘big boy’ shirts left. Remember how we threw out most of your big boy clothes? Barney might be the most big boy shirt you have left.”

“Okay mommy,” I sighed, resigned to my fate.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart; we’re going to have a great time!”

Before I knew it, I found myself on a picnic blanket in the middle of the park with a sippy cup between my lips and a Barney shirt on my chest. Mommy dressing me and strapping me into my car seat usually felt like it took longer, but it probably went by so quickly because of how anxious I was.

Still, whenever I looked at Mommy’s gentle smile, I felt safe, and the world seemed perfect, even if the world felt like it only encompassed the park Mommy and I currently occupied.

Mommy had packed me diagonally sliced peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches as well as animal crackers! They were so tasty!

After awhile, I forgot about my anxiety in lieu of all the fun I was having! Mommy was right —as per usual— picnics were fun!

That is, until she decided to check my diaper.

Without so much as a word, I felt mommy’s hand squish against the seat of my diaper over my khaki shorts.

“Sweetheart, you’re soaked,” Mommy said, “I need to change you before you leak. Lay down for mommy.”

“B-Buh mommy,” I stammered, “people will see…”

“Well baby,” mommy gently yet firmly guided me down to the ground with a hand on my shoulder, “people would definitely see if you wet your shorts and you had to walk around in only a diaper. Is that what you want, little one?”

“N-no mommy.”

“Then be a good boy for mommy, and behave during your changie, okay?”

“O-okay mommy.”

Mommy unbuckled and pulled my shorts down to my ankles as if this were as casual to her as rummaging through her purse for something. I could feel the tomato-red blush singe my cheeks.

To my dismay, a couple waking their dog sauntered by on the walking path at the edge of the park. If they hadn’t seen me before, they definitely noticed when the loud plasticky rip of my diaper tapes came undone.

Tears started to well up in my eyes, as I saw the woman glance over at me, quickly followed by her partner.

“Hey. Hey, baby,” Mommy recaptured my attention, “shhh it’s okay. We don’t know them, and they don’t know us.”

I nodded, but the tears in my eyes didn’t go away.

“Shhhh,” Mommy soothed me again, “look at me. Look at Mommy. I’m going to take care of you. That means changing your diapers when they need changing, and that also means protecting you from the big scary world when you need it, okay? I won’t let anything or anyone hurt my baby, okay?”

As I saw her trademark smile grace her face, the tears in my eyes subsided. I didn’t have to worry. I was with Mommy!

“O-okay Mommy.”

“That’s a good boy!” Mommy beamed.

I loved her so much.

Before I knew it the diaper change was over, and my shorts were back around my waist, once again covering my babyish padding. Mommy was right, all I had to do was trust her.

“You were so good today,” mommy commented as she strapped me back into my car seat, “how about some ice cream as a treat for my good boy?”

“YAYYY ICE CREAM!” I enthusiastically agreed.

Mommy kissed my forehead, “and next week we can explore the Aquarium! Getting changed in a family bathroom should be nothing to you after this!”

I blushed but still managed to smile. To my surprise I was actually looking forward to all of Mommy’s adventures that the future held. I knew as long as she was there to take care of me, I would be okay.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

Anything to make my

Lil bear happy 😊