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Who doesnât like hello kitty?
Sind noch andere Leute am Strand oder sind wir alleine? / Are there other people on the beach or are we alone?
Alleine / Alone
Andere Leute / other People
I have 4 diapers on. Is that enough for a baby for me?
Your wet. Not me
The truth that you have tried to ignore is right here in my hands.
This diaper right here.
You see, you are not a man pretending to be little wearing a diaper
You are a diapered little pretending to be a man
And your pretence is getting harder.
It gets harder every time you feel a warm wet rush between your legs and realise you didnât even notice it starting.
Harder every time the mess pushes out into your diaper without resistance.
Harder every time you hear me say release and your body just does!
Because deep down you have already accepted it.
You have accepted that you are not a real man any more. You are a diaper boy.
Image credit the wonderful DiaperPerv
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What do you value most in a feeder/feedee connection â emotional connection, consistency, or chemistry?
I just want everything. I wanna touch you all o eat and watch you eat. My emotional is touch, mg connection is with your heart. My consistency is seeing you everyday. My chemistry is matching with you and hope we like similar things
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!!
Make a dream come true
Will you be wearing diapers and plastic pants? Or will you be a big boy and girl and use the toilet paper
What will you be using?
Toilet paper and wipes
Diapers and wipes
Something else
Itâs @ma99916219 on twitter
Pretty n' patheticđ
Just a normal morning of waking up and during the day my diaper broke and then I got changed for bed. Typical baby. But as we know Iâm not a baby
Who wants strawberry ice cream?
Like + retweet if youâre diaper sexual đ€
Letâs get one thing straight,â Ella said, raising an eyebrow. âYou donât make the rules. I do.â
I gulped, squirming in my highchair. Already this girl was more stern than the last few babysitters my wife hired. Apparently they had reported that I was displaying some âless than desirable behaviorâ, but could you blame me? My wife was putting me in dresses and diapers and going off to fuck other men. I had to listen to herâlest she divorce me and take all my money, but I did not have to listen to some mid-twenties âbabysitterâ when I was twice their age. But that was before I met this girl.
âRule number 1,â she said matter of factly, tossing back her hair so hard her boobs bounced, âyou will address me as either âMiss Ellaâ or âMaâamâ at all times. I will not answer to âheyâ or âumâ or âuhhâ. If I tell you to do something, you do it. No pouting. No arguing. No backtalk. You will say âYes Maâamâ and you will follow my instructions.â
I opened my mouth to protest, but she continued, pacing back and forth as she rattled off her rulebook.
âRule number 2, you will not use foul language or any grown-up words for that matter. Since you are not dressed like an adult, you will not speak like one. That means I want to hear nothing but lisps and baby babble, otherwise I will wash those filthy grown-up words out with a bar of soap, do you understand me?â
âYes Miss Ella.â I said before I could even think about rebelling.
âWhat was that?!â She snapped. Her voice cracking like a sharp whip.
âUh, uhâŠyeth Mith Ewwa.â
She smiled, but only for a second before morphing back into her menacing glare. âBetter.â
Why was I trembling? This girl was practically half the size of me. I could easily take her. But instead I wasâŠafraid? Seriously?
She scooped up the little canvas bag sheâd brought in with her, âThat brings us to Rule 3âŠâ she said unzipping it and rifling through it. âWhatever I bring to you, you will take it and you will use it for its intended purpose. If I put a pacifier in your mouth, it stays there until I remove it. If I put a rattle in your hand, you shake it. If I put a spoon full of mush in your mouth, you will eat it, andâŠâ
She pulled out the object she was looking for, setting it down on the tray in front of me. ââŠif I give you a bottle, you will drink it. Every. Last. Drop. I donât care how thick it is or how full your little tummy thinks it is. Youâre in a high chair, diapered, and in a ridiculous little onesie. You donât have a say. You drink what youâre given and say âthank youâ after.â
I stared at the bottle in front of me. My wife had the highchair, sure, but it was mainly just to emasculate me. Sheâd cut my food into tiny, bite-sized pieces to patronize me, but steady it was real food. She never made me drink a bottle before. I wrinkled my nose involuntarily.
Ella stopped mid-step and turned slowly, eyebrow raised. âWas that a face?â
She leaned over the tray, hands on her hips, her face so close to mine I could feel her minty breath from the gum she was smacking. âIs there a problem, babygirl?â Her voice was smooth, but dangerous. âDo we need to go over the consequences of you disobeying me?â
How was she so intimidating?? âN-No Mith Ewwa!â I squeaked.
âI think we should! If I catch you making any sort of face I donât approve of, you will be facing the corner in timeout. Mmk, pumpkin?â
âY-yeth maâaamâŠâ
âGood!â She smiled, sliding the bottle forward, âthen drink up!â
Reluctantly, I picked the bottle of milk up, trying my best not to make a face. She watched closely as I brought it to my lips, took the nipple in my mouth, and started sucking. It somehow tasted worse than I expected. Iâm sure I made a face, or at least cringed, but luckily she only found that amusing. I suckled the bottle slowly, trying not to groan at the weight of it in my mouth or the embarrassment blooming in my chest.
âRule fourâŠâ she continued, pacing once more. âNo touching your diaper without asking. If I see you tugging at it or sneaking a feel, youâll spend the rest of the day in mittens. If I catch you trying to rub your pathetic little penis against anything, IâŠwellâŠdo you know what a chastity cage is?â
I did, but I didnât want to learn what it felt like. I squeezed my legs together, because erections tended to have terrible timing. I could feel the dampness of my diaper between my thighsâalready there from earlierâor had I done it just recently? People didnât actually piss themselves from fearâŠright?
She crossed her arms, staring at me like I was the most pathetic thing sheâd ever seen. âRule number 5,â you donât ask for a diaper change. Ever. You wait for me to check you. Only I decide when you get a fresh pamper.â
I whimpered softly around the nipple of the bottle.
She raised an eyebrow. âWas that a whine?â
I shook my head frantically.
âGood. Because one more noise like that and youâll be making all kinds of noises when I pull that diaper down and put you over my knee! Think I wonât?â
My heart raced. I believed her.
âRule number 6: I donât change poopy diapers. So if you make a poopy diaper, you can expect to stay in that poopy diaper until your wife gets back. Do you understand me?â
âYes, Miss EllaâŠâ
âWhat was that?â She snapped.
âYeth, Mith EwwaâŠâ
âNow,â she said, her voice softening just a notch as she reached forward and brushed a lock of hair from my face, âyou focus on your bottle like a good baby. When youâre done, Iâll check your diaper. If youâre wetâand we both know you areâyouâre getting changed on the living room floor. No whining, no hiding. Youâre the baby. You donât get to feel shy anymore.â
My face was so hot I thought I might faint.
âOh, and rule numberâŠwhat rule are we on now? Doesnât matter,â she shrugged with a smirk, leaning in close for added effect, inches away from the bottle I was choking down. âIf you pull any of the shit you did with those other sitters, I will bring out the reins, and youâll crawl. On all fours, in nothing but your wittle baby diapers and a pwetty pink tutu, and Iâll parade your ass around the block!â
I nodded quickly, then forced the words out, my voice high and broken.
âY-yeth, Mith EwwaâŠIâll b-b-be good!! I pwomise!!â
She laughed wickedly, obviously taking pride in already breaking me. âOh, and one more thingâŠâ she pulled out her phone. âWhen I want to take picturesâand I will want to take picturesâyou will smile like the big, happy baby I know you are!! Now say âCheese and baba-squeeze!!ââ
I popped the bottle out of my mouth, milkâor whatever it wasâdripping down my cheek as I said the words and flashed a wide smile.
âGood girl. â she said, standing back up with a satisfied grin. âI need other Mommies to see how good I am at putting their bratty husbands in their place! Now finish up your ba ba, I have much more in store for you today!â
Average day for SissyTinkerbell, if any dirty is found during inspection she must clean it with her tongue hahahahaha