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@babyboysecret
hi hi everyone! đ€ my name is Secret and the pretty little one is Luna. thanks for stopping by and welcome to my blog! here, i post updates of my abdl journey, post some pics and journal. being abdl, Iâve learned is a big part of who I am. itâs been a process getting to a place of acceptance but Iâm enjoying every step. Asks are open! i just ask that you be polite! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! đ iâm always up for making new friends and chatting within the community!
âFriday nights are for going out!â
unless youâre baby. đŒ then youâre home, filling your diaper and suckling a paci while watching baby showsâŠđłđ
iâm baby. baby is me. đđŁ
boys who say they hate wearing diapers actually love them
âŠyeahâŠi doâŠso what!!! đđđ
đ„° mommy appreciation post! đ„°
i am loving how confident my mommy has become with her mommy side. sheâs told me that she is loving our dynamic more and more as we live it. to her credit, she was never âweirded outâ by any of it. (i thought for sure my diapees would scare her away. đł) but lately, i see in her eyes how much she loves the softness and tenderness that goes into this lifestyle. i never wanted to pressure her but i did want her to feel the same magic that i feel. âš đ„° now, she says that she wouldnât have any of it any other way and that she only wants the truest version of me. From my first diaper change to my first baths, sheâs been so kind, open, and loving through every new step and discovery. And in return, I try to be the bestest goodest babyboy that I can be! I love my mommy so so much!!! đ„°đđ„°đ
What has been a memorable diapered experience in a public setting?
There was another experience that was also pretty special.
Daddy and I have a tradition of going to the Christmas market every year in the city where we had our first date back then. Of course, Iâm always wrapped up nice and thick in a diaper for this, because a thick diaper doesnât stand out under a thick winter coat. Last year, though, it was a little different. The diaper I got was even a little thicker than usual. Daddy got me dressed, and when I stood up, I waddled more than I walked because it was so thick. I wanted to complain, but Daddy immediately said thatâs just how it has to be and that itâs okay if I waddle. Just before we left the hotel room, I took my pacifier out of my mouth. Daddy grabbed it right away and put it back in my mouth. He then grabbed a protection mask and pulled it over the pacifier, telling me that the pacifier would stay in my mouth just like at home and could only be taken out for eating and drinking at the Christmas market. Since it was the big Rearz pacifier of course, the mask barely covered it. I was about to cry because I didnât want to wear the pacifier and didnât know how to take it out of my mouth without anyone noticing. But Daddy wouldnât change his mind and said the pacifier had to stay in my mouth and that no one would see it for sure. And even if they did, we donât know that person, so itâs not that big of a deal. On our way to the Christmas market, we first strolled through town and stopped by a few stores. Things got pretty awkward when a saleswoman in one store asked if she could help me, and I couldnât answer because no one would have understood a word with the pacifier in my mouth. I just shook my head, feeling quite embarrassed. Even on the way to the Christmas market, I noticed a slight pain in my stomach, but I didnât think much of it. When we finally got to the Christmas market, Daddy bought me a hot cocoa, and it was quite a challenge to take out my pacifier quickly and discreetly. Iâm not sure if someone noticed after all. From then on, my tummy started acting up a bit more. I realized I really had to relieve myself. But I was afraid someone would notice. I started getting a little fussy and tried desperately to hold it in. After the hot cocoa, we wanted to get something to eat. Daddy put my pacifier back in my mouth in a quiet corner, pulled the mask over it, and said it would stay in until we ate. While standing in line at a food stand, I realized that the cramps were getting worse and worse and I couldnât hold it in anymore. Right in the middle of all the people, I completely messed myself. My diaper was already so thick, and then it got really full, too. I was sucking really hard on my pacifier while I was filling my diaper. I had tears in my eyes, and that was the only way I could calm myself down a little. Whether anyone else could see me sucking so hard didn't matter at all in that moment. Daddy looked at me and asked if everything was okay, but I just nodded and didnât say anything. We then spent a really nice evening at the Christmas market, during which I wore the very full and thick diaper the whole time. The more tired I got, the more cranky I became, so Daddy said we should head back now and that it would be bedtime soon. When we got back to the hotel, Daddy undressed me and asked right away if Iâd filled my diaper. I didnât say anything because it was so embarrassing. Daddy then said that while we were waiting in line for the food, heâd thought I had a filled diaper because I was making exactly the same face I always make when I involuntarily fill my diaper. Changing my diaper took longer than usual because it was really full and the mess had spread everywhere. Then I got a fresh diaper and a bottle. After that, Daddy read me a bedtime story and told me that babies who filled their diapers now had to go to sleep.
Later, Daddy admitted that he had given me a laxative beforehand so that exactly that would happen at the Christmas market.
ohmygooness!!! iâm getting second hand blushies from this little tale. đđ€
how to be so cute that everyone can't help but dote on and baby you forever and ever
wait this isn't google...
ABDL Asks
Do you prefer sippy cups or bottles?
Do you like to use your diapers?
Have you ever worn a diaper under clothes in public? (If so, how was it?)
What causes you to throw tantrums?
What's your favorite little accessory?
How often do you wear diapers?
What is your most embarrassing ABDL experience?
Would you wear diapers 24/7?
What's your ideal ABDL outfit?
What would your dream nursery look like?
Do you find diapers sexual?
What is your top 3 favorite diapers?
Do any other kinks mix with ABDL for you?
What piece of ABDL furniture would you want?
What is a perfect ABDL day for you?
What's your preferred way to be forced to use your diapers?
What's more embarrassing, an accident in big kid undies, or diapers?
Do you like pacifiers more, or stuffies?
If you could design a diaper, how would it look?
FREE QUESTION: Ask what you want!
â ïžThis is an 18+ only game!! Minors and people who interact with minors, do NOT interact!!â ïž
feeling suuuuper baby today and i just wants to talk about little stuffs. ask away! đ
Forced regression by making you write down everything using a crayon
Welcome to Your New Life
You will wear diapers full-time.
No "ifs," no "ands," no "buts." This isnât a negotiation. This isnât a phase. This is your reality now, and the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for both of us. You donât get to argue, to bargain, or to pretend this is temporary. It isnât. Youâre here because you need to be here. Because youâve proven, time and time again, that you canât be trusted to manage even the simplest parts of your own life.
So letâs start with the basics.
You no longer wear âgrown-upâ underwear. Those days are over. No more briefs, no more boxers, no more pretending youâre something youâre not. From now on, your bottom is wrapped in thick, crinkly diapers, diapers that will hold everything you canât. And you will fill them. Youâll wet them when youâre nervous, when youâre excited, when youâre just sitting there, squirming in your seat because youâve forgotten how to do anything else. Youâll mess them when youâre overwhelmed, when youâre tired, when youâve had too much to eat and your body decides for you. And you wonât ask. You wonât dare to ask. Because good boys donât ask. Good boys let their caregivers handle it.
And you? Youâre not a good boy yet. But you will be.
You are not trusted to manage your bathroom needs. Thatâs why youâre in diapers. Thatâs why, when you shift in your seat, when you clench your thighs together, when you whimper because you feel it coming and you know you canât stop it, no one will rush to help you. Youâll sit there, your face burning, your diaper swelling, and youâll learn. Youâll learn that resistance is useless. That your body doesnât belong to you anymore. It belongs to us. To the people who know whatâs best for you.
You are not trusted to regulate your emotions, either. When you pout, when you cross your arms and try to look defiant, when you stomp your foot like a child throwing a tantrum, weâll just laugh. Because thatâs what you are. A child. A little boy who doesnât know how to behave, who needs firm hands to guide him, to remind him of his place. And when you cry? Oh, youâll cry. Youâll cry when youâre frustrated, when youâre embarrassed, when you realize just how small youâve become. But no one will comfort you. Not the way you want. Instead, youâll get a pacifier pressed between your lips, a bottle shoved into your hands, a firm voice telling you to settle down. And you will. Because you have no other choice.
You function best when someone else is fully in control. Thatâs the truth youâve been running from. You like it when decisions are made for you. When you donât have to think, to worry, to try. When you can just⊠let go. And thatâs exactly what youâre going to do here. Youâll let go of your pride, your dignity, your silly little delusions of independence. Youâll let us dress you, feed you, clean you up when youâve made a mess of yourself. Youâll let us decide when you eat, when you nap, when youâre allowed to speak. And youâll be better for it. Happier. Because deep down, youâve always known this is what you needed. Someone to take the reins. Someone to remind you, every single day, that youâre not in charge anymore.
You will be changed, fed, dressed, and quieted as needed. Not as requested. Not when you beg. Not when you think youâve earned it. When we decide itâs time. When we say youâve been good enough, or when we simply feel like it. Youâll lie on the changing table, your legs kicking uselessly as we wipe you clean, as we powder your skin, as we slide a fresh diaper beneath you and tape it snugly around your waist. And youâll stay still. Youâll take it. Because thatâs what good boys do.
And humiliation? Oh, sweet, naive thing. Humiliation isnât a punishment here. Itâs a reminder. A reminder of who you are. Of why youâre wrapped in plastic and tape, why youâre drinking from a sippy cup, why youâre sitting in a high chair while the world moves on without you. Itâs a reminder that you donât get to be ashamed. You donât get to be anything but what we say you are. And what we say you are is this: a baby. A little boy who needs to be taken care of. Who wants to be taken care of, even if he wonât admit it yet.
So hereâs your first lesson: Stop fighting it.
The diaper between your legs isnât going anywhere. The bottle in your hands isnât a suggestion. The way the other boys look at you, the way the caregivers smile when you squirm, the way your own body betrays you again and again, none of it is an accident. Itâs design. And you? Youâre exactly where youâre supposed to be.
Now. Are you ready to be a good boy?
BIG diaper restock because i been put in diapers much more frequently. đł
mommy even got me some âtraining pantsâ to help me feel like a big boyâŠđâŠ
âŠeven though i really not acting much like a big boy latelyâŠđ«Łđ„č
I wanna be a dumb hypnotised baby, waddling around in my stinky diaper, babbling stupidly, giggling and sucking my pacifier
uuuugghhhh meeeee tooooooo!!!! đ©đŁ
Putting a paci your boyfriendâs mouth just to say âsorry, baby, I canât understand youâ to end the argument, complaining, or just âcause >>>>
ifmymommydidthistomeohmygosh!!!!!!!!!! đł
mondays can be the toughâŠbut playing mario party with mommy and luna makes it all better. đ„č
My big strong man is not so big anymore..
Come here babe, crawl to mummy itâs time for your diaper change..
No no, donât be fussy honey.. youâre not a man like your friends anymore as you keep going potty in your pants so mummy keeps you in diapers like a baby and look.. youâre soaked!
Here, suck on your paci and relax for me like a good boy.. Iâll make it all better đ«¶đŒ
A boys world: The Last Holdout
The living room was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the floor. Richard sat on the couch, his fingers nervously picking at the hem of his shirt. The news anchorâs voice droned on in the background, but Richard wasnât listening. His mind was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts he couldnât shake.
"Honey?" he finally said, his voice hesitant.
Anna looked up from her book, her eyebrows lifting in surprise. She marked her page and gave him her full attention. "Yeah, Rich?"
He took a deep breath. "Do you... do you still love me?"
Anna blinked, her expression shifting from curiosity to gentle amusement. She set the book down and reached for his hand. "Of course I love you, Richard. Otherwise, I wouldnât have married you."
Richard exhaled, but the knot in his chest didnât loosen. He looked down at their joined hands, his thumb tracing circles over her knuckles. "Itâs just... I see it everywhere now. At work, at the park, even at the damn grocery store. Guys my age, guys I went to college with, theyâre all back in diapers. Even Sarah put Liam in pull-ups and they donât even talk to each other anymore. But she still cares enough to make sure heâs taken care of."
Annaâs smile faded slightly. She squeezed his hand, her voice softening. "Richard, look at me." She waited until he met her eyes. "You think Iâd stop loving you because youâre not in diapers yet? I thought you didn't want to go back to diapers."
He bit his lip, his gaze drifting to the window. "But what if I want to? What if Iâm just... tired of fighting it? I see how happy they all are, Anna. Even Liam, he might not love Sarah anymore, but he's happy as a boy."
Annaâs expression softened. She studied him for a long moment, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. "Richard... are you saying you want to be in diapers?"
Richardâs breath hitched. He had never said it out loud before, not even to himself. But now that the words were out there, hanging in the air between them, he realized how true they were. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yeah. I do."
Annaâs eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, she was silent. Then, slowly, a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, Richard," she said, her voice warm. "Why didnât you ever tell me?"
He shrugged, feeling a flush creep up his neck. "I didnât know how. I didnât think youâd... understand."
Anna let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. "Youâre my husband. Of course I understand." She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "And if this is what you need to be happy... then I want that for you."
Richardâs heart swelled. He had spent so long feeling like the last holdout, the only one left clinging to a world that no longer made sense. But now, with Annaâs words wrapping around him like a warm embrace, he realized he didnât have to fight it anymore. He could let go.
Annaâs smile turned playful. "So, Richard... does this mean I get to pick out your first diaper?"
mommy made a special breaky this morning!!! đ„°đ„°đ„° I love her so much!!!! đ„čđđ„°
