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Time To Pretend
It’s a scene I’ve witnessed countless times.
But something is different.
Your stunned silence and blushy cheeks prove it. So does the way your eyes darted down to your diaper, as if you needed visual confirmation that the sogginess spreading through your diaper wasn’t in your head.
You didn’t mean to fill your diaper.
There is no hiding the truth: you aren’t pretending to be a diaper girl anymore.
You are a diaper girl.
Wow this one really hit home 😢
Tummy Time!!
They say it like it's fun. Like it's the next exciting event on a field trip.
“Tummy time!!” Amber announces in that singsong voice she always uses, clapping her hands like I'm supposed to be excited.
Kayla is already unrolling the blanket in the center of the living room. “Let’s get those wiggles out, stinker.”
I don't argue. There isn't any point. This is just what comes after breakfast bottles and “num-nums” in the highchair.
I waddle as best I can, the heavy sag of my soiled diaper rubbing between my thighs with every reluctant step. They don't even bother putting me in a clean one first. I got my change a few hours ago, so "maybe baby needs to stew in his mess for a while."
Tummy time is better than the bouncer, at least. That stupid harness seat with the dangling toys and the padded crotch strap that’s always just a little too tight, pressing the contents of your diaper into every crack and crevice it can. The thing that forces you to bounce, like some cruel mechanical rhythm, while they watch and giggle. I hate it.
But tummy time? Tummy time is softer. Slower. Deceptively kind. Lying flat. Arms pinned beneath me. Diaper ballooned out behind me. It almost feels like a break.
But it isn’t.
Because I always mess it up.
Try to stay still, try not to get worked up.
That’s what keeps circling through my mind, over and over, even as my hips twitch again, sinking into the bloated bulk of my diaper. The warm squish underneath is unbearable. The weight of a devil and an angel sitting on my shoulders.
But it's been so long! THEY are the ones that got you worked up. It's not your fault that you're horny, even with the disgusting state of your diaper right now.
If I keep it subtle. If I breathe slow. If I don’t moan. Maybe I can rock just enough. Just enough to take the edge off. Just enough to quiet the constant ache they leave me in at all times.
The teasing. The way they rub my cock with the wipe too long during changes, making sure it's "squeaky clean", fingers “accidentally” slipping into my hole while they wipe it clean and pretend nothing happened. "Why are you getting so worked up, baby?" Amber always says as she strokes me. "I'm just trying to rub the lotion in to protect you from a diaper rash!" They know exactly what they're doing, they've learned my mannerisms well enough to know how to stop when I'm right at the edge before pulling their hand off. "Such a squirmy baby!!" Kayla will giggle as she pulls a fresh diaper over my purple, twitching, dripping dick and tapes it up tight. Amber always tapping the crotch lightly and say something like, “Keep it in your pants, Romeo,” knowing full well I don’t have any.
Then they move on with their day like I hadn’t been left trembling and desperate in my own padded prison.
Just like now.
I groan into the mat, trying to stay still, but it’s no use. The pressure. The warmth. The weight of my hips against the swollen, messy bulk, it’s all too much. Even with the mush. Even with the smell. Or maybe because of them. It’s awful. It’s overwhelming. And it’s the only time I can get close. Tummy time is the only part of the day where I might get a little stimulation.
The only moment I’m not being spoon-fed, strapped into something, or hovered over so I don't get handsy. In the highchair, they’re right there wiping my chin and tapping the crotch of my diaper with condescending coos. During nap time, my hands are mittened and strapped to keep me from "getting any ideas."
But this?
Lying flat, arms pinned beneath me, diaper ballooned out behind me. If I keep it subtle, if I breathe slow, if I don’t moan, maybe I can rock just enough. Just enough to take the edge off. Just enough to quiet the ache they leave me with after every “innocent” diaper change.
I shift forward slightly. The mush spreads. The squish deepens. I exhale through my nose, slow. They’re talking on the couch, scrolling their phones, probably not even watching me. Just like always. Maybe I’ll get away with it this time. Maybe I'll—
“Uh-oh,” Kayla murmurs, like she’s caught me stealing cookies. “Somebody’s moving his hips again…”
I freeze.
Amber doesn’t even look up. Just lifts her tumbler and smirks. “He always does this during tummy time. Right when his diaper’s at its messiest. Like clockwork.”
I bury my face in the mat. My face burns.
“You are just the squirmiest little thing!!” Kayla coos, climbing off the couch and crouching beside me.
Her voice dips into that syrupy sing-song that makes everything worse. “I think he likes how it feels. Do you like that, sweetie? That warm mushy feeling smooshing under your wittle bum-bum?”
I groan into the mat, shaking my head.
Amber kneels down on the other side of me. “Tummy time strikes again!"
I go completely still. Like if I just freeze, they’ll stop. Like if I don’t move, maybe they’ll let it go. But their eyes are on me now. And they’re smiling.
“Oh, come on,” Amber teases, leaning in close so I can feel her breath on my flushed cheeks. “You were just rocking back and forth like a little puppy trying to make happy humps. Don’t be shy now.”
“You’re not in trouble,” Kayla coos. “Not if you admit it.”
I try not to move, but the pressure is building. The warmth. The need. It’s so much worse when I know they’re watching. I hate how turned on they make me. How horny all of this makes me...
“You want to rub your squishy diaper, don’t you?” she whispers, brushing my hair from my eyes. “That’s what tummy time is for.”
Amber leans over the side of the couch. “We made it nice and soft for you, didn’t we? Fresh blanket. Warm mat. Big stinky diaper, just how you like it.”
“I bet you can’t even help it anymore,” Kayla says gently. “It just happens. Like everything else now.”
They’re right. Of course they’re right.
My hips twitch again. Barely a movement, but enough. They both see it.
“There’s our baby boy,” Amber says with a smirk. “Go on, sweetie. Just slow and steady. Nice and gentle. Let that squishy diaper do what it’s meant to.”
My body betrays me again. I rock, slowly. The pressure is unbearable.
Kayla leans in close, her voice soft. “Good boy. Just like that. That’s it. Rock your little hips. You’re not even thinking about it now, are you?”
“You just do what your body tells you,” Amber chimes in. “It’s not like you’re in charge anymore anyway.”
I let out a pathetic little whimper.
Kayla grins. “Awwww, are you getting fuzzy? Is your baby brain starting to melt?”
They’re both so calm. So encouraging. Like this is normal.
“You can let go,” Kayla murmurs. “You’re already in a dirty diaper. Just give in, baby.”
“And we’ll be right here when you’re done,” Amber adds, crossing her legs with a soft rustle. “We’re not going anywhere.”
My eyes are wet. My face is burning. And still, I keep moving.
Slowly. Shamefully. My hips rock with that pathetic, traitorous rhythm. The squish beneath me spreads wider with every motion, heat blooming between my thighs like something rotten. The smell rises. Faint at first, then stronger. Rich. Humid. Unavoidable.
Kayla rests a hand on the small of my back. Firm, steady, grounding. “Uh-uh, sweet boy. No stopping now.”
Her touch pins me in place. “Tummy time isn’t over until that diaper’s really full.”
“Like emotionally full,” Amber adds with a laugh, swirling her drink. “Not just the squishy kind. The soggy, sticky, spent kind.”
I try not to whimper. Try not to drool around the pacifier. Try not to think about what I look like. Spread out like this, squirming in my own mess while two grown women supervise.
Amber leans forward, her voice bright and awful. “That’s it, baby. Rock those hips. Work it out.”
“Aww, you’re breathing so heavy,” Kayla coos. “Is your wittle diaper getting you all worked up?”
“So mushy,” Amber says. “So squishy and full. Can you feel it all smearing under you? That’s your own stink, sweetheart. Your mess. And look at you, humping it.”
I shudder, rutting harder now. I can’t stop.
They giggle like it’s entertainment. Like I’m just a toy winding down on the floor. Kayla gives my diapered bottom a light pat, and the resulting squelch makes me cringe so hard my toes curl.
“Oh yeah,” she says, drawing it out. “He’s definitely close.”
Amber sips her drink. “Think we should count it out for him?”
Kayla grins. “Or make him say what he’s doing first. In his big boy words.”
My head shakes wildly against the mat.
“Uh-uh,” she warns again. “We let you have tummy time. The least you can do is tell us what’s going on in that squishy little pampers of yours.”
I freeze, breath caught in my throat.
Amber crouches low, grinning like a wolf. “It’s not a secret, baby. We see those little hips moving.”
Kayla strokes the small of my back with maddening patience. “So come on, sweetheart. Use your words. What are you doing in your big poopy diaper?”
I shake my head. Pathetically. Hoping somehow that they’ll let it go.
They don’t.
Amber leans in, voice syrupy and smug. “What’s wrong? Too embarrassed to tell the truth?”
“I…” My mouth is dry. The smell is thick. My whole body feels hot and heavy and low.
Kayla taps the back of my diaper. Squish. “We’re waiting.”
I want to disappear. But the pressure’s too much. Their stares. The squelching rhythm beneath me. The ache between my legs. The baby talk.
Everything.
“I… I’m…”
Kayla’s tone sharpens just enough to cut. “Say it properly.”
I close my eyes. My voice cracks.
“I’m w-wubbin’… my messy diapee…”
Amber claps her hands, delighted. “Awwwwww! Did you hear that?”
Kayla giggles, brushing my hair from my forehead. “He’s rubbing his messy diaper like a wittle stinkbug. That’s so nasty, baby.”
I groan into the mat, humiliated beyond words, except they still want more.
“Tell us why,” Amber says. “Why are you rubbing it, baby boy?”
I can’t. I absolutely can’t.
Kayla pouts, mock-sad. “Do we need to get the paddle?”
I whimper. My voice high-pitched in fear and need. “Cuz… it feews… good…”
They both melt with fake awe.
Amber wipes a pretend tear. “He’s such a brave little stink monster.”
Kayla giggles again. “Tummy time really does bring out the best in him.”
I keep moving. Because Kayla’s hand is still resting on the small of my back, warm and heavy like she’s reminding me who I belong to. Because Amber’s crouched beside my face, close enough that I can smell the sweet mint on her breath as she grins.
“Go on, wiggle worm!” she whispers. “Wriggle in your muddy diaper. Rub it in. Just like that. Nice and slow. That’s what tummy time’s for, right?”
I let out a pathetic sound, somewhere between a groan and a sob.
Kayla hums gently, “Wub-wub-wub that mushy diapee… that’s a good baby…”
Amber bites her lip dramatically. “I can see your little bum trying so hard. Are you almost done, baby boy?”
I clench my eyes shut.
The pressure is unbearable. The squish. The friction. The warmth smeared everywhere. The sound. The smell. But worst of all: their voices.
“Tell us what’s happening,” Kayla croons. “Tell us what you’re doing.”
I shake my head.
Amber isn’t having it. “Use your words, mister. Or we’ll make you start all over.”
“I…” I’m breathless. Desperate.
Kayla whispers right above my ear. “What do you say when you’re making a mess, baby?”
I can barely speak.
“I’m makin’… a goo-goo…”
The words fall out of me like a confession.
Amber gasps, hand over her heart. “Oh my god. You are. You’re making goo-goo in your diapee like a good little mushy huggie humper!”
Kayla pats my back, sweet as anything. “That’s it. Ride it out, baby. Rub your nasty little stink diaper. Let your body do what it wants.”
I’m shaking now. Rocking harder. I can’t stop.
Amber giggles. “Does that feel good? Does your mushy diaper feel soooo nice on your little bits? Aww, are you gonna make cummies in your poo-poo pampers??”
Kayla’s tone stays calm. Maternal. Inescapable. “Make your goo-goo, baby boy. Make it all gone!”
And I do.
With a shudder. A gasp. A whimper into the mat. My muscles clench and tense. My knuckles turn white as my hands grip the blankie and my body rocks back and forth. All filth forgotten, only focused on the feeling.
I cum.
Right there. Face-down. Diaper full. Everything sticky and awful and hot and wrong. Kayla strokes my back. Amber claps like I just took my first steps. And neither of them moves to change me.
Not yet.
Kayla giggles. “I knew he had it in him. Or, well… not anymore.”
They let me lie there. Chest rising and falling. Face burning. Pacifier half-falling from my lips.
The warmth isn’t comforting anymore.
It’s just… gross.
The mess I made, the squish beneath me, the smell clinging to the air and my skin, it’s all too much now. My hips don’t move. My breath doesn’t hitch. It’s over. Whatever fog had taken over my brain is gone, and all I’m left with is the awful truth of it.
I came in my diaper.
While they watched.
While they talked me through it.
Kayla must see it hit me, because her smile changes. Softer. Meaner.
“Ohhh,” she coos. “There it is. There’s that little crash. Poor baby. You’re all done now, huh?”
Amber leans forward, resting her chin on her hand. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Not feeling so proud anymore?”
I bury my face deeper into the mat. I want to disappear. To melt through the floor. To not exist. But the diaper clings to me. It’s sticky and bloated and shameful. I can feel everything now. The squish, the smell, the cool air on the back of my thighs. Every word they say cuts deeper than before.
“You were such a little animal a few minutes ago,” Amber sighs. “Just humping and humping your poopy pampers like a good little perv.”
Kayla tilts her head. “But now? You look like you want to cry.”
I do. I honestly might.
Amber nudges my ankle with her foot. “Tell us what you did. Use your big boy words.”
I shake my head weakly.
Kayla’s voice turns mock-gentle. “Oh, honey. We saw. You might as well say it.”
I don’t answer.
Thwack.
Her palm lands hard across my diapered backside, making the mess squelch. I let out a sharp yelp.
“Say it!” she snaps.
My voice cracks, barely audible. “I… I made stickies…”
“In what?” Amber prompts. “Be specific, baby.”
I shut my eyes. “In my… m-my dirty diaper.”
They both squeal in mock delight, clapping like I just recited the alphabet.
“Yaaay! Honest little diaper freak!” Amber sings. “A gold star for stinky post-nut clarity!”
Kayla crouches beside me, fingers tracing lazy circles on my back. “And how do you feel now, hmm? All done. All empty. Just lying there in your own mess while two grown women laugh at you.”
I don’t answer.
“Do you feel like a man?” she asks sweetly. “Or do you feel like what you really are: a drooly little hump-toy who blows his load into his own mushy pampers?”
I flinch. My cheeks are wet. They’ve made their point.
Amber pulls out her phone again. “Smile. Or don’t. Honestly, the shameface is better.”
Kayla pats my head. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before rutting like a horn-dog. But probably not.”
“Either way,” Amber adds, setting a timer with a cruel little grin, “You’re sitting in that mess another twenty minutes. Consider it part of your post-rut cooldown.”
Kayla nods, brushing imaginary lint off my onesie. “Let it really soak in, baby. That’s what tummy time’s for.”
And then they leave me.
Right there on the mat. No towel. No wipe. No change. Nothing left to say. Nothing left to do. Just lie there on my tummy.
And feel it.
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In all seriousness I was fantasizing today about what it would be like listening to an abdl or sissy themed radio program and got the idea to try and make a fake ad for the sorts of humiliating diaper advertisements you only read about in kink fiction. Anyways here's what I came up with. Hope you all enjoy!
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"Okay, so remember, once we have them in their diaper, it's really important that we praise them. They're going to be very averse to their new lifestyle at first, but they have to get used to it.
So we want them to associate their diaper with good things, at least in the beginning. Tell them they're a good boy, that they look super cute in their wittle diapurrs. Pinch their cheeks, boop their nose, and talk to them in your little singsong voice. Guys aren’t used to getting compliments and affection as much, so if they receive that sort of praise and physical touch while they’re in a diaper, they’ll warm up to the idea a lot faster than you think.
Now, once we’ve got them pampered and praised, I like to put a pacifier in their mouth. I find it really helps them regress a few years, makes them more docile, and it keeps them quiet other than their adorable little whimpers. It’s hard for them to do much arguing or fussing when they’re suckling a binky!
After they’ve been praised and regressed a bit, it’s time to *really* get them enjoying their diapers. That means: we’re going to make them cum.
I know, I know, this whole thing is supposed to be a ‘punishment’, but trust me, the ends will justify the means. If it makes you feel any better, the only time they will get to cum from now on will be when they’re in a diaper. That means no sex, and constant supervision to prevent masturbation. You control their orgasms, just like you control where they go potty.
So when we make them cum in their diaper, we never want to reach into the actual diaper. That kind of defeats the purpose. We want them to feel the padding, hear the crinkles, all while changing the way they traditionally garner sexual stimulation.
So what I like to do is place my palm right here on the outside of the diaper, right between their legs, and feel around for their winky. Those of you that have hubbies with little nubbies may have a harder time finding it, but honestly, even if you’re not directly on it, that’s okay. You’ll find they’ll aim their hips the right way for you.
Once you’re on it, you’re just going to do a simple kneading motion back and forth just like this. Long, slow movements at first. Don’t start too fast. You want them to really take in the feelings and sensations. You’ll even see them get a little desperate for more, and it’s up to you if you want to speed up and go a bit harder, keep that same pace, or just take your hand away and watch them wiggle and whimper.
But the most important thing is that this entire stimulation process is never silent. In addition to the crinkling, you want to continue praising them. Really dial up the baybee talk here. You should be reminding them what a good little boi (or gurl!) they are. Remind them what they’re wearing. Obviously they know they are in a diaper, but you need to vocalize it.
‘Wook how cute the wittle baybee is in his diapee!’
‘Hubby wooks so adorwable in his Huggies!”
Things like that.
If they have an erection—which I’m sure they will from all the rubbing—point that out to them: ‘oh my goodness! I didn’t think these pampers could make your pee pee so pointy!’ or ‘somewon sure is getting hard in their Huggies!!’
If they have messes, praise them for that as well. Nothing like getting complimented for pissing or pooping in a pamper. Again, we’re just trying to emphasize the state at which they’re in.
Another way to do that is to have them tell you. Make them vocalize these things:
“Tell me what you’re wearing little boi!”
“Why is it so plump? Did you do something in there? Tell me what you did.”
“Is that something a big boi would do??”
Make them use their little baybee voice, make them lisp, make them make it high-pitched, and make them do all of it with that pacifier still in their mouth!
If they do it properly, reward them with rubbies, if they’re stubborn or not performing up to your standards, pull your hand away. You’ll have them babbling like a baybee in no time!
I know some Mommies that will only do the rubbies while their hubby is jiggling a rattle. If the rattling stops, so do they. Feel free to be creative, as long as they’re being patronized while they’re pampered, you’re doing the right thing!
Alright, so after a few minutes—or maybe even a few seconds—they’re going to be ready to cum. Make sure you emphasize that they have to tell you when they’re close, and they have to do it in baybee talk. I like to have them tell me they have to make a ‘goo goo’. But you can use whatever term you want.
At this point we’re gonna do what’s called a ‘ruined’ orgasm. For those that don’t know, that’s where you get them right up to the edge when they’re babbling and rattling and goo goo ga ga’ing, wait until you see them first start to spasm—then lift your hand away. If you do it right, they’ll be past the point of no return, and all their little stickies will leak out, but they’ll only have a fraction of a pleasurable orgasm.
This is important, because it puts them in this sort of limbo. Where they’re a little satisfied but also still a bit horny and desperate. Don’t be surprised if they whine and cry about it either—you know how men can be. But that’s when you tell them one of your most important lines:
‘Maybe next time!’
That will leave them literally cumming back for more. They’ll be desperate for their next diaper, their next rubbie, or the next stage of their training.
But another important step here is to make them sit in their shame. Keep them in their sticky diaper for a bit, at least an hour or two. Let them feel the warmth of their little load that they made—all while they were in a diaper. And the only way they get to make a load like that again is…in a diaper. We really want to drive this point home. They are not going to cum without the constant sound of crinkling coming with it. They don’t get the love, touch, and affection while they’re in silly boxers and big boy clothes. The only way they get pleasure is when they’re in their pampers.
Wives never believe me, but i promise you, eventually, they’ll actually beg you to put them in a diaper, just so you can make them cum again.
But what we’re not going to tell them is that we’re eventually going to wean them off. They’re not going to get to cum every time they put on a diaper. For the first dozen times or so, yes, they get an orgasm (even a full one) every single time. But then it becomes “well only if your diaper is wet”, which makes them feel good about wetting, cause then they get a rubbie reward. But then they’ll grow used to that as well, so we have to constantly find ways to push their limits.
Wait until you see their face when they push their first poop into their pamper. They’re sooo embarrassed, but they’re willing to do it, all because you said you would give them a goo goo if they make a poo poo. But of course, what you don’t tell them, is that they’re gonna have to cum while they’re still inside their messy diaper. Don’t worry girls, if you get too disgusted, just make them turn over and turn their rubbies into humpies!!
Ohh I just love helping wives turn their useless/ungrateful husbands into helpless and desperate diaper dumpers! I know some that have their husbands wearing huggies 24/7, and sometimes even in dresses too! Even the most homophobic, chauvinistic pig can be turned into a pamper packer, all it takes is a little TLC.
Men are so easy, you can literally control their whole life, as long as you control when and where their balls get emptied. Which reminds me: next week, our workshop is going to talk about a little thing called a ‘chastity device’!!
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Wow this is such a good read. Lost myself in it
When your girlfriend finds your stash
You were at work and had no clue what was going on at home… You recently gave your girlfriend the spare key to your place and she had come over to surprise you. But in this case she was the one surprised, at least at first. You had done a poor job hiding all your little things and she found everything! Not knowing what to do or how to think about it she turned to her best friend Ashley for some support. Boy were you in for a shock when you got home. And after it’s all said and done. You’re happily diapered playing with your new mommy. There’s still one more surprise for you left. And it’s happening now as you hear your front door open and Ashley steps inside immediately locking eyes with you sitting in the living room in full little space.
Thanks @abdlsg for the pics!
So so good!
How can I get more involved?
A theme of questions I’ve been getting from partners is how can they can get more involved. Specifically, being that taking on the role of the person forcing their partner to wear/use diapers doesn’t come naturally and so they never seem to do it.
I can’t stress enough how important it is for you to be in control of your partner’s diaper wearing and babying. Being accepting is a great first step but they’ll never really feel accepted if you’re not actively involved.
The good news is it’s not that hard and using some of the ideas I’ve already shared I’ve put together this article as a guide to situations which you can leverage to take control.
This can be learned and become natural over time, I know as I wasn’t wired with a natural ABDL mommy role.
Scenario examples where you can get more involved:
Partner not currently diapered:
They come back from work
- Meet them at the door with a diaper in hand and take them straight to get changed.
- Check their underwear upon arriving home. Comment that it smells like they had an accident (even if a lie) and say you think it’s best you get them diapered to avoid any in the house.
You’re away
- If your partner is at home or will come home and you’ll be away, leave a diaper and maybe some ABDL clothes out with a note telling them to get changed into this.
- Leaving for a few days? Hide their underwear and replace it with a note saying diapers are their underwear while you’re away.
- Ask for a diaper check over a message or video call, if not diapered, tell them to put one on.
- Require them to ask before changing and deny it until it looks near leaking.
They ask not to be diapered
Maybe they’re embarrassed, just not feeling it today or it will be inconvenient for some reason, you have a few choices:
- Tell them that’s not an option and they’re getting diapered anyway (this should be the default)
- Tell them you’ll allow it but as a consequence they’ll get some form of punishment. This should make them think twice so might be something like “you can wear adult underwear today but you’ll be getting a smacking and suppository tonight” or “ok but you’ll be diapered 24/7 for the rest of the week”
- Tell them to prove they deserve adult underwear. (This one needs a few hours spare so is best when they’re resisting wearing as they’re bored of it, feel ashamed, etc.) Your goal here is to prove they need diapers = they have an accident. Make them drink 3-4 large glasses of water and then say that they can use the toilet in 3 hours time to prove they don’t need diapers. Most won’t make it near that and will either beg to use it or have an accident. If you’re feeling nice when they ask to use the toilet, say no and diaper them or alternatively make them wet their pants before diapering them.
- A variant of the above also works if they don’t want to mess their diapers. Swap the water for 1 or 2 suppositories and set a time of an hour. The consequence of resisting and then being proven to need diapers should be long term, e.g: “ok now we know you’re not a big girl you’ll be using you diaper for everything for the next few months and then maybe you can try again”
It’s bedtime
- Have a diaper and some cute ABDL clothing laid out waiting for them.
- Ask them if they’re ready for bed and if they say yes, tell them that it doesn’t look like it and babies need to be diapered for bedtime.
On the way to the toilet
Stop them and tell them babies don’t use that and to go put on a diaper or better still, diaper them yourself.
You notice the toilet isn’t clean
If you go to the toilet after them and notice some stray pee on the seat, toilet surround or floor (all common with boys) or if they’ve left skids, then tell them off for being messy. Most importantly tell them that if they’re not grown up to use the toilet you’ll put them back in diapers permanently.
The first time this can just be a threat but on the second time you should enforce this and diaper them 24/7 for at least a few days but ideally a few weeks.
Underwear Inspections
Another great way to trigger some diaper wearing time is to inspect their underwear. After peeing many males leak a small amount so checking their underwear after they used the toilet can yield a small wet patch. Equally check at the end of the day but this time focus on the rear, and tell them that you can smell poop (even if you can’t).
Then use these findings to tell them they’re obviously too little for adult underwear and take them to be diapered. Again as before, this should last a few days. You can also step things up more slowly by going to pull ups first and then diapers.
During Sex
Experiment with mentioning diapers or them being a baby during sex. You’ll likely find this turns them on more. Little things like saying:
- “Do you feel like a big boy/girl not wearing your diaper tonight”
- “I think I should diaper you after this”
- “I prefer you in diapers for this, maybe we’ll make that permanent”
- “Will you cum so we can get you back in your diapy”
- Etc
Going; on a drive, to see a movie, a day trip?
These should all be used as reasons for your partner to be diapered. Tell them that you want them diapered as it would be easier and pick an appropriate diaper for the occasion.
For long drives or movies I’d recommend a thick diaper. For day trips a thinner diaper, which can be changed, may be better. Remember they likely will object to wearing out of fear or it being inconvenient but this is exactly why this is a perfect opportunity to diaper them.
They’re already diapered:
They say they’re going to the toilet
- Stop them and tell them to use their diaper. Likely this means they need to a poop but don’t relent and tell them their diapers are for everything. This is one of the most powerful things you can do to show them you accept their diaper wearing and be actively forcing them to mess their diaper.
They walk past you
- Try give them a “diaper pat” when you’re nearby or if they pass you. This shows you know they’re diapered and that you accept it!
- Stop them and do a diaper check. You can do this by squeezing the front and back of their diaper through clothing but ideally get them to expose their diaper to you. This shows you accept them and are expecting them to have used their diaper.
You’re sitting together
- If their diaper is exposed, make a small comment about it, like “These diapers look cute on you”
- If the diaper is hidden by clothing, do a small diaper pat or squeeze it to show you know it’s there
- Make a comment on their diaper’s state, like “you’re already a bit wet”, “I might need to change you soon”, “it doesn’t look like you’ve used your diaper yet”
You’re about to head out of the house
- Quickly check they’re wearing a diaper either subtly by lifting a shirt to see the waistband or even better is to get them to show you their full exposed diaper by dropping their pants or lifting their skirt.
- If longer than an hour ask if they’ve got their diaper bag with them.
They need a change
If you notice their diaper is nearing capacity you have a few options:
- Tell them they need a change and guide them to the changing area to do the change.
- Say that it looks like their diaper is getting full but you’ll change them in a bit. Delay it an hour and if they do leak tell them how you might need to switch to thicker diapers
- Don’t mention it but just bring diaper supplies to where they are and without comment start the changing process. Make it as if this is the most normal thing in the world.
They’re smelly / messy
You notice that they’ve messed their diaper, this might be expected or a surprise but it’s very important you don’t react negatively.
Some options:
- Mention it in a teasing but not disgusted way; “oh, do I smelly a messy diaper”, “I think my baby might need a change”, “Is someone a messy baby”, etc
- Check their diaper by pulling back the waistband or if it’s not exposed, grab and squeeze the back of their diaper through their clothing.
- Ask them to come over and sit on your knee. This is one of the most embarrassing things as it will cause their mess to spread and they’ll feel very babyish. Cuddle and bounce them for maximum blushing.
- Tell them you’ll change them in a bit. Making them wait even a short while shows you’re in control. For even greater effect, tell them that you don’t think that diaper is full yet so you’ll check them again in an hour. Or my favorite is to say I’ll change them but after lunch, dinner or some other activity that means it will be at least an hour and they’ll have to sit in it.
- Shower them with praise. As I mentioned they’ll likely be feeling some shame so tell them how good they are for using their diaper as they’re supposed to.
- Ideally when the time comes, change them yourself, but if not, be waiting with their new diaper after they’ve cleaned up.
You’re in public
- Lightly smack or squeeze their bum to remind them they’re wearing a diaper and you know it.
- Ask them if they’ll need a change soon
- Check their diaper subtly, this works best when you’re out of sight of others such as in an elevator or on a secluded section of a hike.
- Comment that their clothes hide their diaper well, or point out their waistband is showing.
- See a sign for a restroom? joke that they won’t be needing that.
At bedtime
- Prepare a bottle for them (milk, juice or water) and feed this to them in bed. This feels incredibly loving and should become part of your daily routine. It’s especially good if your partner struggles to sleep or is stressed.
- Insert an adult pacifier into their mouth before sleep, perfect straight after their bottle.
- Make a comment that you hope their diaper will hold all their accidents tonight
- Place mittens onto their hands (ideal for partners who like using their phone in bed)
- Give them a teddy to sleep with or read them a bedtime story.
During Sex
- If they’re diapered then it’s likely you’re using a vibrator or similar. Try also physically interact with their diaper at the same time to make it so you’re more intimately involved in it.
- Most importantly after the orgasm DO NOT allow them to change out of a diaper. This is a time they’re most likely to experience shame so actively tell them they’re good for being diapered and keep them diapered. If they do need to change it must be into another diaper. This is probably one of the most important pieces of advice I can give!
In the mornings:
- Check their diaper physically by touching, squeezing etc
- Make a comment that you’re glad they’re diapered otherwise they’d have wet the bed.
- Keep them in their night diaper and ABDL clothes until after breakfast or longer if possible (normally at weekends).
- Tell or encourage them to mess their diaper as then they can shower to clean up. Or force the matter by inserting a suppository or fleet enema.
- Re-insert the pacifier and/or give them another bottle.
Having a meal:
- Make them wear a bib. For maximum effect wait until a meal where they spill something on themselves and then introduce this rule.
- Feed them a meal. This can be fun!
- Make them sit in a highchair! These can be made using a director’s chair and an accessible feeding table and it’s worth the investment as it will make them feel very babyish sitting in an exposed diaper eating with with their hands or baby cutlery.
- Give drinks in a bottle or sippy cup.
Other situations:
It’s their birthday, Christmas or you just want to get them a gift
- Buy them a diaper / ABDL related gift and ideally from now on at least one but potentially even all of their gifts from you should be ABDL related. This unprompted involvement from you will show them how accepting you are of it. They will be delighted I guarantee!
- Gift Ideas:
- New ABDL diapers; buy a few packs of adult diapers. I’d recommend ABDL ones as they’re prettier and also you can buy a few different styles which they might not have.
- ABDL clothing; onesies are the easy option but to really wow them try something like shortalls, rompers, footed onesies.
- ABDL accessories; bottles, pacifiers, bibs, mittens or a new changing mat are great choices. These are especially good if the ABDL side has been something you’ve shy’d away from to date.
- Sexual; Some bondage gear like a straitjacket, bed restraints or locking clothing is a great gift. Or a Chastity cage will fill a boy with excitement and fear.
- Small filler gifts: baby powder, rash cream, etc
- As part of their gift, change their diaper wearing frequency or rules. “For Christmas I’ve decided that from now on you’re always going to be diapered at night”. “You’ll see I’ve got you some new diapers and from now on you’ll only be in these ABDL diapers, even in public”
Clothes shopping
- When clothes shopping ask them if this will fit over their diaper
- Make comments about certain items being good for hiding their diaper or “I think this might show your diaper a bit much”
- Comment on items being too adult for them or things looking childish as being perfect
- Make them wear a diaper out shopping so they can make sure things fit well
Grocery shopping or at a pharmacy
- Buy baby essentials regularly
- Comment on the baby diaper aisle that it’s a shame you can’t buy diapers their size here
- If you see adult diapers stop and look and ask them if you should buy some.
- Add a pack of goodnights to your cart if they fit them and comment that these might be useful for when you’re not in diapers.
- Buy suppositories, laxatives, etc
You have a vacation coming up
- Check they’ve packed enough diapers
- When they’re not around remove any underwear and replace with diapers (if you want them 24/7 for the trip)
- Discuss how them being diapered will impact the vacation. “I wonder if they’ll be somewhere I can change you on this day trip”, “Can you google if there’s accessible restrooms available at …”, “I wonder if I should ask the hotel for a medical trashcan in the room for your diapers”
- Buy a swim diaper if you don’t already have one.
Summary:
- Find reasons to diaper your partner even at times where it will be inconvenient
- Try increase the reasons and frequency of their diaper wearing over time. I’s start with 25% of the time they’re diapered and work up from there.
- Encourage and force them to use their diapers
- Interact with their diapers and acknowledge the fact they are diapered
- Introduce baby elements as much as possible
I’m assuming they’ve given consent to be diaper disciplined and because of this remember you’re TELLING them what to do, not asking.
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Time for more baby brainwashing. This file is about Public Diaper Checks being a necessity for any dumb baby...
Today is finally the day to try this 😅
I finally found a good copy of Nikki Cox in a diaper :)
If you dont know Nikki Cox was in a TV series in the 90s called Unhappily ever after, it’s a rip off of married with children.
Here is a scene of her and her friend dressed up as babies to get into a sorority.
Very happy I found a good copy of it and she does look very cute.
Enjoy :)
saw this and thought it was cute so i did my own :3
This was fun 😊
Reblog if you want ‘Diaper Checks’ or ‘Stop, Drop, and Potty’ asks
*Make sure your anonymous asks are on* Diaper Checks: -Anyone can send one at any time -If you get an ask that says “Diaper check!” or similar, you must reblog with the status of your pants or diaper, no cheating and no exceptions. Alternatively, If you get an ask that says “Stop, Drop, and Potty” you must go to the bathroom in whatever you are wearing the moment you see the message, as you would with a CG. This is harder than it sounds! Only for wearers up to the challenge and the embarassment!
Absolutely up for this.
It wasn’t the thick diapers you were wetting yourself in, or your butt cheeks still stinging from the last spanking..
It wasn’t the embarrassingly babyish clothes you had to wear, or the high chair you get fed in now..
It wasn’t even the institutional restraints, or those big, poofy, padded mitts that rendered you completely helpless, or the chastity cage that gave them total control over you..
No, it was the moment you realized that not only have they made you -want- your pacifier, but the fact that they’ve made you -need- your pacifier, to deal with all of the infantile frustrations and feelings you have now.
That’s the moment you realize that they’ve won.
It’s real.
They have completely dominated you, both mentally and physically.
They’ve transformed you into their helpless little plaything, and they have total control over you, now.
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Mouth Soaping in her Poopy Diaper
Kelly let out a low groan as her tummy let out another violent grumble.
She was hunched over in the corner of the living room, trying not to draw attention to herself as the other kids her Nanny was babysitting that day ran around and played behind her.
Her tummy gurgled even louder, and Kelly was starting to seriously panic that she might not make it to the toilet in time.
The bathroom was just down the hall, of course. But Kelly wasn’t allowed to use it. Not yet. Instead, her new Nanny had her on a strict toileting schedule.
8am. 12pm. 2pm. 5pm. 9pm.
Those were now the only times Kelly was permitted to use the toilet throughout the day. No exceptions. The rigid toilet schedule was part of Kelly’s new ‘potty-training’ rules that her new Nanny was subjecting her too.
The humiliating ‘potty-training’ rules were instituted by Kelly’s Nanny just a few days after Kelly’s Mom first dropped her off at her new Nanny’s house for the summer.
They were a result of Kelly having just a couple small potty accidents in the first few days of her stay.
The first accident was when one of the other kids Nanny was babysitting happened to tickle Kelly to the point of her slightly peeing her pants while they were playing.
And to Kelly’s immense embarrassment, that other kid immediately went running across the house to tattle on her to their Nanny about how, “Kelly went peepee in her pants!”
And the second accident was after someone else in the house accidentally left the bathroom door locked behind them. Kelly had kept thinking someone else was in the bathroom every time she tried the door, and she was too shy to knock, and so she ended up just continuing to hold her bladder for longer and longer.
When Kelly finally got to the point of nearly bursting, she finally worked up the courage to ask her Nanny to help her with the situation. But by time her Nanny walked her to the bathroom and used a bobby-pin to unlock the bathroom door, Kelly fully soaked her jeans right in front of her new Nanny.
Her Nanny was immediately furious with Kelly about the multiple accidents in such a short timeframe.
“Young lady, when your mother dropped you over at my house for the summer, she assured me that you were potty-trained. But I can see now that you’re one of the least-potty trained kids I’ve babysat for in years!” Her new Nanny scolded her.
It took Kelly lots of crying and begging to convince her Nanny that she was potty-trained. That these accidents were just a bizarre fluke—the first accidents that she’d had in years.
But her Nanny remained skeptical. Therefore, she immediately instituted a highly rigorous potty-training regimen on Kelly, “Just to give you the extra training you clearly need. Besides, if you really are potty-trained, you’ll be able to prove that to me in no time by not having any accidents,” her Nanny explained.
The strict toilet-usage times were explained as an important training measure, “For troublesome and lazy potty-trainers to learn some discipline, routine, and restraint when it comes to their regular eliminations.”
Kelly was mortified, of course, but she had little choice in the matter. Her Mother made it clear that she was to obey her Nanny completely. And in this case, this meant a humiliating, supervised toileting schedule.
But the worst part of all?
Kelly was now forced to wear diapers.
Adult-sized, disposable, brightly-printed-with-cartoons diapers.
Every morning since her new ‘potty-training’ began, Kelly’s Nanny laid Kelly down, powdered her privates on the nursery changing table next door (a leftover from when her Nanny took care of little ones still young enough to need diapers), and taped her into a large, disposable diaper, just like she was a baby again.
It was utterly humiliating, to say the least, and Kelly usually found herself tearing up in embarrassment during her morning change.
“Kelly’s wearing diapers! Kelly’s wearing diapers!” The other kids at the Nanny’s house for the day would always chant when they found out her humiliating secret, either by seeing the telltale babyish plastic sticking over the waistband of her jeans, or smelling the baby powder, or detecting the bulky crotch under her pants.
Kelly hated every second she was forced to wear the utterly demeaning, crinkly, babyish garments.
But at least, she told herself every day, she didn’t actually have to use the diapers. That would be an unimaginable humiliation.
In fact, her Nanny made it clear to Kelly that she would be sternly punished if it was discovered that she ever did use her diaper.
“The diaper I’m taping you into right now is sparkling clean and dry, young lady, and I expect it to stay that way all the way until I take it off of you tomorrow morning,” her Nanny explained to her every morning as she taped her up.
“You are wearing it for two reasons. One, to keep you from making a mess on my floor again, should you fail your potty-training by having another one of your unacceptably childish peepee accidents.
“And two, to serve as a constant, embarrassing, crinkly, reminder to you of what fate awaits you should you not take your potty-training seriously enough. That is, wearing diapers every day, all day, all the time from here on out. And not just wearing them… but using them, too. Just like a stinky little baby.”
Instead of using her diaper, which Kelly would be mortified to even imagine doing, Kelly was led by the hand to the bathroom by her Nanny at her allotted potty-times.
Her Nanny removed her diaper while Kelly sat down on the toilet in front of her (something Kelly was forced to do whether she actually had to ‘go’ or not at that particular time).
And while Kelly did her business, her Nanny methodically scrutinized the dry diaper for any signs of an accident.
When Kelly was finished on the toilet, her Nanny had her lay right down on the bathroom floor, and she taped her right back into her diaper again, using additional scotch tape to secure the tabs if needed.
Kelly hated every day of her utterly humiliating new ‘potty-training’. But thankfully, she had been successful every day of it so far. Through serious determination, Kelly had avoided having any accidents in her diapers, despite the punishing potty-training schedule making it quite difficult for her to do that at times.
But now, as Kelly squatted in the corner of the living room, clutching her stomach and sweating, she was beginning to seriously worry that she might not be able to keep from having an accident in her diaper for much longer…
And the worst part was, it was the kind of ‘accident’ she was sure she would never be having at her age…
A ‘messy’ one.
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