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Bound to bed so mommy can play.
One day at the time. After a while these restraints won't be necessary.
Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.
Might as well.
nothing to lose.
You had never really felt in control of your life for some reason. You’d always just felt like you were falling through life without really making your own decisions. It was only now when you really had no control whatsoever over anything that you realised how wrong you had been all that time. These days you were at the mercy of Daddy, a tall black man with a huge penis who was the one in control of your life. You still didn’t think you were gay but that wasn’t up to you anymore and Daddy liked to fuck your ass and have you suck his cock whenever he felt like it. You also didn’t get the privilege of growing body hair anymore as Daddy shaved you daily all over, and it really was all over your body. Worst of all Daddy wouldn’t even let you decide when you went potty. You wore diapers at all times except when getting changed by Daddy, or fucked in the ass of course. Right now Daddy was out so as usual you were cuffed to a pillar in the house with your ball gag in. You had already wet your diaper but now you needed to poop too. It wasn’t worth holding it any longer. You let go and felt your diaper drop behind you as the poop fell into it, making it sticky and starting to stink up the room. You just hoped Daddy would be home soon but you had no control over that either.
This isn’t how I expected my weekend to go…
I had to reblog my diaper challenge post, nothing was canceled out, I rolled over the count to this blog, let's continue!
Here we go!
How long can you make me wear diapers 24/7?
1 like =1 day in diapers
1 comment = 3 days in diapers
1 reblog =1 week in diapers
The challenge is now ongoing indefinitely There are the following additional tasks:
Every 500 notes: Get a new onesie (currently
250: Wear a onesie with baby prints
500: Use pacifier and baby bottle
750: Eat baby food as one meal a day (min. 2 jars)
1000 notes: Use lockable diaper pants at night. no change till morning
1250: Double diapers or doublers when full day at home
1500: Diaper change only allowed when diaper is about to leak or messy
1750: Use a pacifier gag and spiked boots Only crawling allowed at home
2000: Wear a chastity cage and feminine baby outfits. Only allowed to make #3 in diaper once a week
2250: Take an enema once a week. Diaper stays locked on for 3 hours after messing.
2500: Buy mittens to make me even more helpless as a baby
2750: Only allowed to make #3 in diaper once a month
3000: Diaper Day once a month. No changes allowed for 24 hours. Add another layer if diaper is full
3500: Only allowed to make #3 in diaper and chastity.
Will I end up as little adult baby girl?
I'm taking the challenge
Please like, comment and reblog
We currently went from 32 days to 65 days to now 102 days! just posted this morning! Oh my God, I'm going to be in diapers for a few months now!
Permanently if the votes next week decide to make me live in diapers 24/7.
Posted on 05/04/2026
Thank you to @isabellaamitas-blog for putting 57 days on the board!!
Reblog and Ask Questions If you don’t understand it please if you’re not up to 18+ don’t come to my blog I will block you immediately❌❌❌
Teilt diesen Beitrag und stellt Fragen! Wenn ihr etwas nicht versteht, besucht bitte nicht meinen Blog, falls ihr noch nicht 18 Jahre alt seid. Ich werde euch sofort blockieren! ❌❌❌
REBLOG if you would let mommy keep you like this for the whole day 😋😊🍼
As above, so below.
Would love to be tied up and left like this for hours. The perfect ensemble would include a vibrating plug, chastity cage, vibrating wand strapped to the front, and hypno tracks wiping my mind 🤤🤤🤤
Mami @youhavetoaskmommy hat das Baby für die Nacht extra dick gewindelt, zum einen als Strafe, weil es klar hieß das der kleine um 17:30 Uhr bettfertig gemacht werden sollte und er es bis 20 Uhr hinaus gezögert hat 😈 und zum anderen sind dickere Windeln für die Nacht wohl anscheinend besser. Schaut euch an wie fein der kleine eingepullert hat und wie er morgens mit seinem Schlafanzug aufgestanden ist. Wer sieht denn hier noch den tollen starken Mann? Wahrscheinlich niemand, denn so ein Kinderschlafanzug und die dicken Pampers sagen wohl eindeutig etwas anderes!
Mommy @youhavetoaskmommy put an extra-thick diaper on the baby for the night, partly as punishment because he was told he had to be ready for bed by 5:30 pm and he put it off until 8 pm 😈, and partly because thicker diapers are apparently better for nighttime. Look how thoroughly the little one wet himself and how he woke up in his pajamas this morning. Who still sees the big, strong man in him? Probably no one, because those children's pajamas and thick diapers clearly say otherwise!
The Nose knows
The steady tap of keys fills your office, soft light from your desk lamp casting a warm glow on your keyboard. The house is quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional squeak of the living room floorboards down the hall. You pause, roll your shoulders, and stretch your neck.
It's been a productive morning: emails sorted, project timeline finalized, and your second cup of coffee cooling slowly beside you. You glance toward the baby monitor perched beside your monitor. Not a camera, just audio. You believe in giving your little girl some freedom… but with boundaries. And one of those boundaries is knowing when Daddy needs quiet time—and when she needs supervision.
She’s been playing in the living room for the past hour, and aside from a few soft squeals and giggles, she’s been calm. A good sign. You smile softly to yourself, picturing her there: sprawled on the plush nursery rug, her favorite stuffies scattered around, maybe her stacking rings beside her.
She’d insisted on wearing her blue denim shortalls this morning, the ones with the pink heart buttons and the silly cartoon bear on the front pocket. Underneath, she had on a pale pink t-shirt with ruffled sleeves. The moment you finished dressing her, she tugged at the hem of the shorts and asked if her “diapee was pokin’ out.” You’d ruffled her pigtails and told her it was supposed to poke out a little.
"That’s how Daddy knows what to check," you teased, tapping the seat of her padded bottom until she giggled.
Now you lean back in your chair, trying to recall how long it’s been since you last changed her. Right before her second bottle… so maybe… three hours?
Then it hits you.
It drifts in slowly. Faint at first. Almost nothing. Just a subtle shift in the air.
You inhale lightly again, lips pressing into a knowing smirk.
It’s that smell. Warm. Slightly earthy. And unmistakable.
The scent filters in like a whisper at first, clinging just under the neutral scent of your office. But you know it. It’s a scent that clings to nursery rugs, to onesies left in the hamper too long, to the back of a diaper pail when you open it just a second too slowly.
You sigh, stand up slowly, and give your back a stretch. The air swirls a little as you move—confirming what your nose already suspected.
“She didn’t even call for me,” you murmur.
You leave the office, walking down the hallway. The scent grows stronger with each step still not overpowering, just present enough to trigger that Daddy switch in your head.
She’s in the living room, just as you expected.
And oh, the picture she makes.
She’s sitting cross-legged on the floor near the toy bin, completely absorbed in whatever tiny drama she’s invented between her stuffies and her dolls. The late morning light pours through the curtains, casting golden stripes across the rug. Her pigtails bob gently as she tilts her head, murmuring something to her plush bunny.
You pause at the doorway, arms folded across your chest. Your lips twitch into a subtle, amused smile.
The denim shortalls ride a little high on her hips. One strap is twisted, the cartoon bear now staring sideways from her chest. Her bare feet are splayed out lazily on the carpet, and the pink ruffled sleeves of her t-shirt puff with each motion. And most of all...
In that stinky little cloud hovering softly in the air.
It’s not offensive—not to you, at least. It’s just… real. Warm. Lived-in. Familiar in the most primal, parental way. It’s not the air-freshener gloss of a nursery commercial—it’s the scent of a little girl who's fully regressed. A little girl who doesn’t ask for potty breaks, because she doesn’t take them. A little girl who uses her diapers—without thinking twice.
You take a step closer.
Still, she doesn’t look up.
She’s too busy pretending that her unicorn plushie is getting married to a rubber duck.
“…an’ then you say ‘I do,’ an’ then you get kisses on the nose,” she mumbles matter-of-factly to the toys, unaware of your approach.
You crouch down beside her, resting a hand gently on her back.
“Hey there, stinker.”
She glances up at you, bright-eyed, grinning wide.
“Hi Daddy!”
There’s zero hesitation in her tone. No guilt. No shyness. Just sunshine. She squirms a little in place, the thick crinkle muffled by her shortalls as her weight shifts from one thigh to the other. Her bottom presses deeper into the rug for a second, and you hear the faintest squelk of padded compression beneath her.
You arch an eyebrow.
“Ohhh… I think Daddy’s nose knows something...”
She blinks.
Then she shrugs casually, her hand reaching down to pat one of the toys absently.
“Mmhmm,” she chirps.
“Mmhmm what?” you ask, voice low, teasing.
She gives you a beatific smile, one finger tapping her lip in mock thought. Then, as if stating the weather, she replies:
“I’m poopy.”
Just like that.
Clear as crystal. No shame. No giggle. No whisper. Just a simple truth from a girl who clearly doesn’t even consider what’s sitting in her pants to be out of the ordinary.
Your heart gives a warm little tug.
Not long ago, she would’ve whined for you the moment she felt a cramp. She might’ve pouted, clung to your leg, begged to be changed right after. There would’ve been fuss. Sniffles. Maybe even a blush.
But now?
Now she just goes when she needs to. Right in her diaper. Right in the middle of playtime. And then? She keeps right on playing.
That, right there, is progress. That’s regression done right.
You gently ruffle her pigtails.
“Poopy, huh?” you say, nose scrunching with exaggerated Daddy-drama. “That would explain why it smells like a little stinky-pants in here.”
She giggles.
“It’s not pants, Daddy! It’s my diapee.”
“Well, your diapee is doing some very hard work today,” you tease, giving her back a soft rub. “I bet it’s extra full by now.”
She shrugs again.
“Yup.”
And then she reaches for her stackable donuts, completely unbothered by the status of her diaper. No request for a change. No pause in her play.
You can’t help but smirk.
You sit beside her quietly for a moment, watching her organize plastic toys by color. The air still carries that unmistakable stinky warmth, but there’s no rush. She’s not upset. She’s not uncomfortable. And more than anything, you want to let her be little a bit longer.
So you let her play.
Five more minutes.
Ten, maybe.
Just long enough to enjoy the view of a happy little girl sitting in her messy diaper without a care in the world.
And when you finally do scoop her up?
She’ll giggle, squirm, and probably pretend she forgot she was stinky again.
But you’ll remember this moment.
Because she didn’t call for you.
Because she didn’t try to hold it.
Because she knew her diaper would catch it—and that Daddy would be there, when she needed him.
Flare Corona teases Baby Slave Lucy with some rather mature toys…but reminds the dumb, blonde bimbo baby she’s never gonna get to REALLY enjoy such delights, as long as she’s stuck in diapers, of course~
Haven’t drawn Lucy in a hot minute, so I figured I’d give her another go since it was birthday yesterday~!
And make sure to check out the site for even more artwork~! www.cushypen.com/
Enjoy~!
Art by @34qucker
Some amazing ai generated images here showing that Mommy (and nurse!) knows best.
Often you are given no opportunity to do anything except the things Mommy says. But that’s only because this is want you always wanted
Mommy reminds you of this - Welcome to diaper dependency - population: you
Nurse repeats it too. You are feeling extra snuggly in your fluffy diaper tonight. Just a little princess with the puffiest padding ever ...
I mean who needs pants when diapers are this cute? Nurse’s smile gets bigger every time your diaper does
Rainbows on the wall, pink leather restraints, forced feeding and super thick diapers - that’s your vibe.
Of course ruse also has the correct equipment in case you disobey or resist your pathway to baby bliss. You had better hope she is going to apply a lot of lube to that buttplug
Pigtails swinging, diaper crinkling, heart happy. You know you are Mummy’s girl. Paci in, worries out, cuteness level maxed out. The world is softer when you're padded and precious
And just when you had doubts about this life, a nice firm pink pvc clad nurse reminds you that you need diapers. In case you were thinking of rebelling, that hypodermic needle will help,you relax and take away any doubts about your true destiny. I mean it’s a lot easier for Nurse to diaper you when you are unconscious
And you wake up where you began. With. Mommy smiling at you as she stands over you in your giant adult sized crib, feeling extra snuggly in your fluffy diaper tonight. Blushing because she just called you the cutest baby ever. Pretty in pink and padded to perfection
Image credit Sapphic Pendant (Deviant Art)
Kidnapped for babyhood!
Welcome to the Punishment Nursery, where students at our college are sent for a week if they repeatedly misbehave.
Once they’re checked into the Punishment Nursery they will immediately be spanked and diapered by the nurses before spending the entire week under the nurses care.
While most students throw a tantrum and fuss at first, many eventually grow to accept the treatment and even grow attached to their assigned nurse.
Yes, it does smell of dirty diapers and baby powder just like any nursery does.
After a week in diapers in the Punishment Nursery, students are usually much better behaved.
Before they leave students are firmly reminded by the nurses to remember that “if you act like a baby you’ll be treated like one.”
Some students require repeated visits though before they reach suitable standards
And suspiciously a handful even seem to intentionally act up to get sent back to the Punishment Nursery again and again and again.
And since they didn’t appear to learn their lesson last time, they get to have two laxative suppositories slid into their bottom as well as a spanking
They are then put in a crib fastened down with restraints and left to spend the rest of the day in baby diapers!
Image credit ABDreams
Nurse Cara
if you act like a baby you’ll be treated like one.
Beach Day
“Which one is yours?” the gorgeous lady sprawled out on the beach towel next to me asked.
I nodded my head in the direction of my boyfriend, who was currently building a sand castle with another boy on the beach, “You see the little guy with the baby shark floaties and the diaper peeking out over his swim trunks? That’s my little one.”
“Ahwwww,” the woman cooed, “He’s such a cutie patootie. And it looks like he’s made friends with my tot. He’s the one building a sand castle with your boy.”
“Oh, maybe we should set up a play date then,” I smirked as I proposed the idea, already relishing in the potential humiliation. It was important for little boys to learn their place for their own happiness, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t also enjoy that process.
“That’s a great idea!” My new acquaintance excitedly clasped her hands together, “My little Bryan has been putting up such a fuss about his diapers; it would be good for him to spend time with another boy already in them. Bryan’s in pull ups right now.”
“My little munchkin put up quite a fuss too,” I giggled.
“Really? How did you handle that?”
“It was nothing that consistent discipline and positive reinforcement couldn’t fix,” I shrugged, “I started with spankings –hard spankings– and allowing him to blow his little load in his pampers if he was good. Now, I’m able to use much more childish punishments and rewards like taking away screen time or rewarding him with some candy.”
“Wow, that’s adorable,” she giggled.
“You want to see a little demonstration?” I smirked.
“I’d love to!”
“Sure thing,” I smiled as I shot my boy an admiring look, “Jakey, can you come to mommy for a minute, sweetheart?”
He looked back at me, and then looked back at the sand castle he was building with his new friend. I was glad he was having fun, but I also wanted to reward obedience.
“Now, please.” I commanded more than asked. Jake knew the tone and quickly toddled over, obviously carrying a droopy diaper between his legs.
“Are you having fun, sweetie?” I asked.
“Uh-huh!” he beamed, “I made a new friend Mommy! His name Bryan!”
“That’s great sweetie,” I turned to the woman next to me, “this is actually Bryan’s mommy. Can you say hello?”
“H-hello Bryan’s mommy,” Jake looked down at the sand with flushed cheeks. It was still hard for him to not get embarrassed in front of new people. He was so adorable, I could just eat him up!
“Hi there, cutie,” Bryan’s mommy replied, “I’m glad you’re having fun!”
“Mommy needs to check your diaper, sweetie,” I reached for Bryan’s swim trunks, gripping them in a way that would allow me to yank them down to his ankles.
“R-really Mommy,” Jake’s blush only got deeper as he glanced at my new friend, “Do we really have to do this here?” He was still shy about his diapers around new people, which I would have to train out of him, but –for now– I relished in his adorable discomfort.
“Baby,” I raised my eyebrows, “Do you need a time out?”
“N-no Mommy.”
“Good. And if you behave, maybe we can get ice cream on our way home.”
My baby boy’s smile immediately lit up his face at the mention of ice cream: “Okay mommy!”
I remember the days when he would scoff at such a childish reward. He was so little and submissive now. I spared a brief smile for myself at the result of all our hard work in regressing him. There was still a long way to go, but I was definitely proud of our progress so far.
After yanking down his swim trunks, I discovered what I already knew: his diaper was sodden and yellowed. I laid out a beach towel to change him on. He was fidgety but voiced no complaints or threw any tantrums, so I counted that as being well behaved enough.
When I was done, I pulled up his shorts, patted his poofy bottom and told him to “go play”, which he happily did.
“That was adorable!” the woman next to me gushed.
“Wasn’t it?” I beamed.
“I’m Luccile by the way,” Luccile smiled at me, “You want to exchange numbers? I do really think your boy would be a good influence on my little tot.”
“Sure! I’m Jasmine. I’m sure our boys will be the best of friends!”
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As always, all characters depicted are 18+
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