Rob

21+ - Look at the name, I'm a guy

[robin-abdl]

ATTENTION ANYONE WHO WEARS DIAPERS‼️ (Diaper fluffing tutorial)

It seems like a lot of people in the abdl community don’t know about diaper fluffing, so I thought I’d make a quick tutorial! If you’re not sure what diaper fluffing is, it’s basically breaking up the fibers in your diaper to let air in, and make them thicker and more comfortable! Diapers are packed SUUUPER tight to make shipping cheaper, so your diapers won’t come out of the package as fluffy as they should be! Here’s how you do it

Step 1: Unfold your diaper all the way (pretty easy)

Step 2: Fold your diaper in half hotdog style, then gently pull your hands in opposite directions up and down the fold you made. You should feel the material giving a little as you do this. BE CAREFUL AND DON’T RIP THE DIAPER

Step 3: Unfold your diaper, and do the same thing to the inside, gently pulling your hands apart

Step 4: Voilà! Fluffed and ready to go!

Here’s a picture of the diaper I fluffed next to one right out of the package

The difference is really amazing! Hope this helps you guys! Stay dry 💖

Edit: Send me a message if you had a problem or something. I tried to make the directions as clear as possible but I’m always here to help!

[paddedlittleparadise]

This is awesome and very useful. Thanks, Robin!

[dom-volk-deactivated20210522]

@princessmanamia

[christisplayroom]

Diaper Bulges

“Sweetie, how’s that diaper doing?” your wife asked you.

“it’s good, Mommy,” you replied obediently. You paused your video game and stood up. You knew what that question meant. Diaper check time. “Such a good boy for Mommy,” she said in a cooing, babyish voice. “Somebody is being a good boy today. So very obedient.” You beamed and blushed.

Her hand felt all over your crotch, poking and prodding. You knew that she knew exactly how wet you were just from looking at your exposed diaper, but this was part of the ritual. It was part of the power dynamic you’d agreed to when you became her diaper boy, and she became your Mommy.

“My my, that’s an awfully wet diaper,” she said in mock surprise. Neither of you expected dry pampers, at any hour of the day. “But I think you can hold out a little longer before we need to take you to the changing table.”

“Yes Mommy,” you agreed obediently. Even if you were leaking down your leg, you’d get a diaper change when she decided. No it’s, and’s, or but’s. Mommy kept feeling and a confused look crossed her face.

“Baby boy, I keep feeling around your wet squishy diaper, and I can’t seem to find your little thingy.” You blushed even harder. “Here I was, expecting to feel a big, strong thingy in these pampers. After all, you have quite the bulging crotch. But baby boy, there’s barely anything here!”

You were staring at the floor, face burning bright red as your Mommy humiliated you for your lack of endowment. She gently placed her hand beneath your chin and raised your face, until your eyes met hers. You couldn’t help breaking into a small smile. She pulled your face in to nestle in her breasts, and you felt a spurt of pee escape into your diaper. You knew Mommy felt it too.

“Thank you Mommy,” you mumbled into her chest.

“You’re welcome, diaper boy. Just remember, Mommy always loves you, just the way you are, diaper dependency and baby dick and all.”

You hugged her even tighter, and couldn’t imagine a better life.

[thebimbowhisperer]

They used to be activists in high school. They used to be tom boys, fighting against objectification, and discussed fiercely about women's rights and rebelled against the cheerleader squad. Now, 20 years later, at a class reunion they barely recognized each other. Different style, a different name, after some upgrades, lifting and appointments they looked at each other, a bimbo at a bimbo, a doll at a doll, owned and claimed by a man, and before they talked, before they even thought of exchanging each other stories, they kissed. They kissed because they are beautiful, feminine, sexy and sassy. They kissed, for they acknowledged each others choices. They kissed, for their mouths are built to please, not to speak or to discuss. And after their first kiss, they couldn't stop and celebrated their reunion further as bimbos by choice, as bimbos for life and soon as bimbo best friends.

[lavitadivina]

[b1tch-br3ak3r]

I think it should be required by law that women have to wear shirts that barely cover their tits.

[t0pshelfgirls]

[anythingoncetwiceifilikeit]

[mrboo59]

[jessievan-blog1]

Finally they look bigger 😮‍💨

[hotandfunnywomen]

Sydney Sweeney

[jessievan-blog1]

Awe no privacy for big dumb tiddies

[hotandfunnywomen]

Sydney Sweeney

[milfwithmaximumbimbopotential]

[jessievan-blog1]

Big milkers make women so submissive 😌❤️

[diapydemon]

Obedience Training

“Sweetheart, those naughty words aren’t very nice or productive…”

“Screw you!”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” she sighed before picking up the paci-gag, looming every closer to you.

You scampered backward on the floor, ultimately unable to outrun her due to the locking mittens and “crawl-encouraging” spiked booties she had fastened onto you.

“N-no, wait; I’m sawrry!” You pleaded as she forced the rubber nipple between your teeth.

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, sweetums!” She clasped the gag around your head.

“mmMmm!” You attempted to complain.

“Oh don’t give me that!” She giggled, “I know why your fiancée —mommy now, I mean— sent you to my nursery.”

She sauntered over to the changing table, grabbing a babyish adult diaper that, to your dismay, looked like it was just your size.

“It’s because you were a brat, weren’t you? Yes, yes hims was! I also know that your fiancée only agreed to marry you if you spent a few weeks learning obedience here in my special nursery. And really, who can blame her? Especially after you gambled away the money you were supposed to hire an engagement photographer with…”

She unfurled the diaper as she stepped towards you. You backed up against the wall of the nursery, finding nowhere else to run. Worse still, what she said was true: how were you supposed to know the dealer had 21?

“But you won’t have to worry your silly little head about anything mature like your personal finances ever again.” She laughed as she approached, “Soon, you’ll even have to ask your mommy to buy you something as innocuous as a lollipop!”

“And that’s not all you’ll rely on mommy for!” she grabbed you by the wrist and led you to the changing table, “After I’m through with you, you’ll need Mommy to change you out of your soiled diapiee into a fresh one, just so you can helplessly wet it all over again like the silly little thing you are!”

“Oh, and don’t you worry about the engagement photographer either,” she pulled out her phone with a predatory smile as you nakedly squirmed atop the changing table, “we have plenty of time to take… engagement photos for your mommy!”

*Click*

“Ahww, and it looks like my new little one is a little excited about all this, huh?” She giggled, “That’s cute; it’ll only make it that much more humiliating for you when your mommy shares your engagement pictures with her friends.”

You cheeks burned crimson hot as she wrapped the diaper snuggly around your genitals, sealing your fate.

“I’ll give you some time to adjust to your new accommodations,” she unlocked the door to the nursery, “After all, you and I have loads of time to have all sorts of fun together before your mommy picks you up!”

The door closed behind her and locked shut. Worse, you already had to potty…

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As Always, All Characters Depicted are 18+

Image credit goes to @mommyandres

[diapydemon]

“Hi sweetie,” she waved from the library steps, “I’m so glad you could make it to our little study date.”

“W-well,” I blushed, flustered at her flirtatious wording, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

It was true; I would never ever miss this. I’m still surprised that the prettiest girl in my biology class asked me to study with her.

Firstly, I was surprised because we hadn’t really talked outside of a few passing words, and I knew she was out of my league, so I mostly tried to mind my own business.

Secondly, I was surprised because I knew she didn’t need my help studying. While I was no academic slouch, she would usually score insanely high on the quizzes and tests. There were only a handful of times I scored higher than her throughout the semester. I guess she took the upcoming final seriously.

“So you ready to lock in and hit the books?” She offered a gentle smile that made me blush at its tenderness.

“Mhmmm,” is all I could squeak out.

“I know we’re just going to ace this final together, sweetie!”

Her energy was infectious, and I couldn’t help but grin —even through the sweetly condescending pet names that I —honestly— didn’t mind at all.

We didn’t need to walk far to find a secluded spot in the library; despite it being finals season, our ‘date’ was happening late enough into the night that the library was more or less abandoned.

As she sat down at a table of her choosing, I grunted as I heaved my heavy backpack off of my shoulders.

“That must be one heavy bag,” she raised her eyebrow in a gently inquisitive manner, “What’s in it? Must be full of textbooks… or maybe something else…?”

She offered the last question as if trying to imply something. I blushed, knowing full well what was actually in my backpack, but I chose to ignore the implication. There was no way she knew; no need to be nervous.

“Yep,” I chuckled nervously, “So many textbooks.”

“Uh-huh… right,” the corners of her lips tucked into a barely perceptible frown, “Well, let’s get started with studying then.”

I did have textbooks in my bag, but they weren’t the only items in my bag. I also had a couple spare diaper changes.

I liked to wear diapers for as long as I remembered. There was something about them that just drove me crazy: the security, the vulnerability, the… cuteness. It all just made me feel deliciously small and little.

When I moved away to college and eventually got my own room, I decided to start wearing diapers full time. After all, why not — they made me happy, and I was living alone now anyway.

That’s all well and good, but you’re probably wondering why I would risk compromising hanging out with the hottest girl in my biology class by wearing on this date? Well… while I wouldn’t say I’m not potty trained anymore, I definitely am not totally 100% as potty trained as I used to be before I started wearing diapers 24/7.

So I chose to go the better safe than sorry route and continue wearing diapers for this study session.

I was ripped from my nervous inner dialogue by a seemingly innocuous question about the cell cycle.

I’d be lying if I said I was really focused on studying after that. My thoughts were consumed by the gorgeous girl in front of me; she was flirtatious yet condescending, and I didn’t quite know what to make of it. Not that I wasn’t enjoying her company.

I was once again distracted from my thoughts when I heard her pencil gently drop to the table.

I looked up from my own notes to meet her eyes. She was sniffing the air curiously, as if trying to place a certain smell that had no business among the well curated library.

I blushed. I hadn’t had an accident… had I?? I squished my thighs together and felt clearly soggy padding between them. I guess I hadn’t noticed while being distracted by studying and flirting.

I just needed to calm down. If I just focused and acted like nothing was wrong, she wouldn’t—

“Do you need a change, sweetie?”

My whole world shattered with that simple question, asked as if it was as innocent as asking to borrow a pen.

“Uhh-uhh,” I stammered, “I d-don’t know what you’re—“

“Sweetie,” she giggled, “I know you’re in diapers. The bulk is obvious if you know what to look for. I also know that your bag isn’t bulging at the seams from just textbooks; I imagine you have a few spare diapers in there. I also know that it smells just a little bit like pee, and the culprit is sitting right across from me. Isn’t that right mister?”

Tears started to well in my eyes. I didn’t expect this, and I honestly wasn’t prepared for it. Why would she want to hang out with me if she knew?

“I uhmm— why??”

“Hey, hey… save those alligator tears, okay?”

She gave me the same tender smile she’d worn all night that somehow seemed to portray generous understanding and vigorous curiosity simultaneously.

“I knew you were in diapers before I asked you out on this date,” she reached across the table to wipe a tear from my cheek, “I really don’t mind —in fact, it’s the whole reason I asked you out.”

“R-really?” I asked between tears.

“Yep,” she assured, “I think littles like yourself are just so cute, and I’ve been dying to find a little of my own to care for.”

“O-oh,” I blinked, astonished at the scenario unfolding before me.

“Plus, I think you’re pretty cute…” she blushed.

“T-thanks.”

“So how about I change your diaper, and we get back to studying. Then, if you like, we can get coffee —or hot chocolate for you I guess— sometime after this? What do you say?”

“O-okay.”

Because the library was so deserted, she asserted that it would be fine to change my diaper right on the table. She gently unzipped my shorts and pulled them around one ankle.

“Ahhhww sweetie,” her eyes softened, “these turtle diapers are just adorable! Do you like turtles?”

“Y-yes mommy…”

The title felt strange on my tongue; not unpleasant, and she seemed to beam down at me for using it.

“Can you hold your shirt up for mommy?”

I nodded before holding it with my mouth.

“You’re so cute,” Mommy giggled, “I just know we’re going to have a great time together!”

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As Always, all characters depicted are 18+

Credit to @ah-bagels for the image

[diapydemon]

Didn’t feel the writing motivation this week, but this is one of my semi-older faves

[diapydemon]

“Small dicks in Ancient Rome were considered to be indicative of intelligence”

“But I don’t want to be perceived as intelligent; I want to be condescended to for having a pee pee so small that I get forced into diapers”

[diapydemon]

Mommy who starts to full on baby you all the time and when you ask for a break…

She treats you like a toddler who wants to grow up too fast and assures you that adulting isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be while changing you into a fresh diapie

[thehandthatleads02]

You will feel so much better once you stop fighting and accept the truth. Your life will be so much more fulfilling once you commit yourself to your true purpose

[tamedmother]

Very true!!!

[sleepbroken]

YOU, are the sweetest thing

[tamedmother]

Those happy eyes...❤️❤️❤️

[jsc-elea-gondawa]

More intimate angles of Elea in her floral marina dress… The way the sunlight kisses her skin, the graceful poses, the knowing look that speaks directly to the heart. A lady who understands the art of timeless romance. Would you like to see the full uncut series in private? → elea.jsc-team.com 🌹