I was told to have some “tummy time” but I wasn’t allowed to unlock or make stickies 😭 I just had to hump in my crinkly diapee until I got frustrated or tired. All that humping wore me out, it might be time for a nap 😴
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I was told to have some “tummy time” but I wasn’t allowed to unlock or make stickies 😭 I just had to hump in my crinkly diapee until I got frustrated or tired. All that humping wore me out, it might be time for a nap 😴
For Every Rejection
"Yeah… It’s not you… It’s me.” “I just don’t think we are the right fit.”
How many times can you hear it? How many times can you nod, make an understanding face, and be left alone? You knew dating was hard, and you’ve put yourself out there, but you’ll do what you can to just stop doing what you’ve done so many times in the past, and try to find someone.
“I just feel we are a bit different.”
“Can we be friends?”
For so long, you were trying apps, through friends, through relatives. Nothing sticked. Nothing matched. Every time you got rejected, you felt a squeeze in your gut. Close to the feeling of needing to go. There were those rare times when you got to touch another body. It’s been a long time since you’ve touched your own, not directly. But then you’ve been touched as well, and after that touch, it ended every single time.
“You know what? Maybe not now.”
“Maybe not here.”
“Haha, oh wow. Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean that.”
You knew what it all meant. On those occasions, after they wrapped it up, you said “Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom real quick.”
Over the toilet, you took a long, weak piss. You needed to piss, but not there. You wanted to piss, in your diapers back home.
You wanted your diapers so bad. They don’t reject you, they accept you. They are not cold to you, they are warm.
They are comfortable and put you at ease.
But you said you are done with it! You said they are pulling you back from a normal life. Don’t you want to feel a real grip down there?
No. It’s much easier just to be yourself.
At home, you pulled out one thick diaper from a pack that you hid inside your closet. You throw the pack you stored at the front, but you always had a backup one. Because you knew, you knew you’ll be back in your diapers. It’s just who you were.
In the morning, you woke up in a wet diaper. You don’t remember when you woke up to wet, but there it was. It felt so good, it felt like you. From your back to your stomach, you switched positions. For every “no”, you humped. For every rejection, you humped. For every mocking laugh, you humped. Lying in bed, wearing a wet diaper, you humped. It didn’t make you sad, it made you hard. It did make you go faster, humping your wet diaper.
Maybe all of them were right. Maybe they saw something, but didn’t have the words for it. But you knew the words, you knew what you were.
You were a diaper boy.
Your caregivers put you in your pyjamas and nightnight diapers at 6:30 but still let you stay at the party... for a while.
At 7:30 sharp you were made to say goodnight to all of their guests and were dumped in your crib.
You still could hear the muted sounds of the party.
"Your Honour,
Before us today we have a case where no crime has been committed.
I submit that if the cookie was not meant to be eaten, it would not have been baked so deliciously... nor would it have been stored in such an easily accessible location ... today I intend to argue that my client..."
"NOPE ! Corner time ! 30 minutes !"
"OH COME ON ! I haven't even got to call my witnesses... "
"35 Minutes!"
"This is an abuse of process! Vindictive prosecution ! Did you even read my brief ?!"
"45 minutes!"
"You're a butt !"
"ONE HOUR !"
"Ugh... FINE !"
theres something thats so mind numbing about removal of privacy as an ageplay thing.
the idea of being so little, embarrassing, and gross all at the same time and you dont even get to hide it at all drives me wild I swear
just imagine, locked up in diapers, so pent up and desperately needing a release, but you're on the floor in front of mommy and big sis. you need to have an eye kept on you, cuz ur so small— but you also feel so needy that you can't control your impulses anymore
so you simply begin to rut in your diapers, maybe humping a beloved plushie. huffing and whimpering as the shame burns into your cheeks. youre not allowed to take your diapers off, because you are too little. you are not allowed to hide, because you are too little. your mommy and big sis will witness your humiliation and discipline you accordingly. after all, you are still just a little girl~
theres something thats so mind numbing about removal of privacy as an ageplay thing.
the idea of being so little, embarrassing, and gross all at the same time and you dont even get to hide it at all drives me wild I swear
just imagine, locked up in diapers, so pent up and desperately needing a release, but you're on the floor in front of mommy and big sis. you need to have an eye kept on you, cuz ur so small— but you also feel so needy that you can't control your impulses anymore
so you simply begin to rut in your diapers, maybe humping a beloved plushie. huffing and whimpering as the shame burns into your cheeks. youre not allowed to take your diapers off, because you are too little. you are not allowed to hide, because you are too little. your mommy and big sis will witness your humiliation and discipline you accordingly. after all, you are still just a little girl~
Boys who have no experience uncaged.
🔒Locked up before they ever touched themselves.
🔒 Have never seen another boy (or girl) naked. 🔒Taught that the natural state for boys is to be locked.
🔒Provided with a range of prostate toys to work out urges.
Locked. Forever.
Soft, locked, easily corruptible 🥰
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Okay your punishment is that you have to tell me exactly what is you desire. No keysmashes, whines, or hiding your face. Your punishment is to tell your dom in clear and explicit detail what you want from them
Oh it’s too hot for diapers? You’re itchy.
You’re sweaty.
You’re uncomfortable.
Well that’s too fucking bad, The diapers are staying on!
You don't get a choice.
I looove your pfp so much, scout littles are so underrepresented it's amazing to see something about them >_<
Boy Scouts are a very specific flavour of GOOD BOY that I adore for ageplay;
Rule following
Cute Uniforms
Group mentality
Merit Badge system tied to praise and authority.
special tents for bedwetters
fooling around with other boys after lights out
There is just so much to love.
dropping you off at the adult boyscout camp, you look adorable with the uniform, those shorts ironed to perfection, your cute socks and your neckerchief. but the cutest thing about your appearance right now is the lanyard hanging from your neck, which has a small card that reads "BEDWETTER, NOT POTTY-TRAINED, DO NOT REMOVE PACIFIER" in a childish font, this is just to make the grown-ups know about your special "restrictions". oh, and the clip-on cord for your pacifier that's dangling from your shirt's collar is also pretty cute. And maybe the stupid smile you have right now, trying to pretend you don't hate this and that you aren't dripping at the sight of your new accessories. that one might actually be my favorite!
Do you ever get turned on while writing and reading back your own stories? Halfway through reading some I am helplessly humping and dribbling in my diapers 🙈
my own stories do make me squirmy.
but I’m a Good Boy, and I’m locked away under a thick diaper almost all the time…so nothing comes of it 😇
School Memories:
Sitting in the nurses office. Sniffling. Waiting.
Your shorts are in a plastic bag on the floor, stained.
Your bottom is protected only by a full leaky pull-up. You're trying not to move too much to avoid your mess squishing against you.
The Nurse lays out the thick babyish diaper that your parents packed 'just in case'.
The school had called your parents already, they were on their way to pick you up. You knew what was coming...
Your attempt at potty training was going to end here, it was back to diapers for you.
A supportive, but tired, parent trying to spoon feed you in a highchair as you explain to them all the deep lore of the toddler show you are currently obsessed with...
For the third time.
They try to guide the spoon into your mouth every time you stop to catch your breath.
A diaper change was now deemed a privilege.
No matter how wet, how messy... how destroyed, you needed to wait for an adult to change it.
You had to show them:
- That you earned it
- That you deserved it
- That you needed it
Or you would stay in your dirty diaper.
How do you view you and your baby’s relationship? I know he is your baby, but do you also think of him as your boyfriend or is he too little for that?
For me, I want a boyfriend as well as a baby. But I expect my partner to work as well, and we’d go on dates and normal boyfriend stuff. But he’d also always be my baby as well. I like the idea of even when he’s having to pass as a big boy, we both know that he’s my baby.
Though from your blog, I know your baby doesn’t work, and doesn’t really ever have to pretend to be a big boy ever. Which is awesome for you, not many can pull that off! I don’t think a full time baby would work for me anyway. Mainly because of family, which I remember you mentioning wasn’t an issue with you two.
So I was just wondering if you thought of him as both or not? Also does he think of you as his boyfriend or only his Daddy?
Hi there, another great question right here, thank you! I feel like I have been writing a LOT these past few days so, apologies for our followers who prefer pictures, but I do like a question that dives into the intricate details of a full time AB-DL relationship.
Short answer: I don’t see my little one as my boyfriend anymore.
It’s a thing of the past and it does not mean I don’t love him anymore. It’s actually the opposite. My love for him has taken a complete other shape where I feel like he’s under my care and needs me. It is a very special feeling and I really enjoy it. I’ve always wanted to be an AB-DL Daddy and this was not a decision I made hastily. Once committed, there’s no going back! My life right now is all I could have asked for. So no, there is no couple intimacy anymore between us, but instead more intense cuddles in daddy’s arms and paci kisses. Why do you think he’s (almost) permanently locked? No need for that anymore except maybe for a special crinkly cuddle with his plushie! 😉
I personally don’t see a way that would make me see him as a little one and as my boyfriend at the same time, because it doesn’t fit in our dynamic anymore. When changing someone’s full Pamps for two years, feeding him and wiping his drooly chin, the relationship becomes naturally different. The main thing to understand about how we live is that he is constantly in little space, except if something special requires him to be a “big boy” for a bit, but that pretty much never happens.
However, I’ve said it before; there’s no model to follow and to each their own. This is how it works for us, and it probably would work differently for anyone else.
So, to put it simply, I only see him as a kiddo and that’s all. I guess he also only sees me as his Daddy though that’s not something we have ever really discussed, so I could ask him.
The good thing is, we’re both very happy and content as it is. And you know what? It does not prevent me to still go on dates. I may even have a second pair of hands to help me deal with this little pamperpacker, but this may be a story for another day…😉
- Daddy