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Could you do me a favor?
If you feel that there is nothing wrong with being an adult baby, if enjoying wearing diapers doesn’t make you a freak, if it’s not weird or abnormal to find happiness in acting like an infant or toddler.
If you agree with all that, could you pretty please reblog this?
Thank you ^_^
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for anyone who needs to hear it 💫
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Awweee so cute
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Boys in Diapers
I just wanted to say, the boys who wear diapers and are coragious enough to post pictures on tumblr you guys are adorable. I cant send a message to every single one of you, but if i could i would because thats how sweet and cute u all are. Boys can and should wear diapers to. You guys are great and you bring an enourmous light to the community. I love you all.
There should be tons of love for this post people, we should all be loving the little boys of this community.
Love this! 💙 #Feels
Yes post your pictures littles I ❤️ it
Really helps to hear this sometimes 💚💙
Very True Words So Many Cute Lil Stinkers On Here 💙👨👦💚
Let Daddy do that, You're just a baby.
Reasons to feel smol.
1. "Are you hungry Little one?“ Daddy catches you you standing on your tippy-toes trying to reach up to the snacks above the cupboard." Let Daddy do that, you're too little." he easily reaches the place you struggled to touch but instead of pulling down the animal crackers he pushes them further out of the way and instead slices some healthy carrot sticks and apple peices, presented in a shallow plastic bowl. "Daddy knows what snacks are best for you, you're just a baby."
2. "Are making a mess?" It's dinner time and you are trying to enjoy your mac & cheese. The problem is that hasn't given you a fork, so you have to messy and eat with your hands. "Let daddy do that." He wipes the cheese sauce off your fingers with the big bin tied around your neck and loads your rounded toddler spork with a mouthful of pasta. "Here comes the air plane." playfully he makes sure to miss and get some sauce on your cheek. You don't worry about it though, you're just a baby.
3. You watch the bubbles hugging the glass of Daddy's beer, occasionally one breaks free and fizzes to the surface. Daddy notices you are ignoring your 'baba'. "Let Daddy do that." he scoops you into his lap so that you're no longer facing the screen, instead you are looking up at him. The teat of your baby bottle presses against your lips as a Daddy hold it up for you and you suckle like a good girl. You don't want a bitter grown up drink, you're just a baby.
4. You shrug off another outfit after checking yourself out on in the mirror. Does the new jacket go with this dress? Does it go with jeans? Have you ordered the wrong size and colour?
Daddy quietly hangs up the clothes you've given him but instead or picking your adult dress, he goes to draw where your baby clothes are all folded. "Let daddy do that." before you can but in and he selects for you a cute onsie and pinafore dress. You obliging hold up your arms and let daddy clasp the snaps at your legs. When looking in the mirror you suddenly look like a little girl trying on your Mummy's jacket." I can't go out dressed like this." "You're just a baby."
5. You're snuggled In bed together. Your head rested on Daddy's chest listening to his breathing. You cuddle your arms and legs around him, he's like the biggest and bestest Teddy bear. Your other stuffies are in the bed too of course, on standby for when you decide to stop cuddling Daddy. Your comfiness and lull into sleep is disturbed by pressure on your bladder. "Daddy" you whisper, "I need to go potty." "You're just a baby." he mumbles back sleepily. So like a baby, instead of climbing out of bed, you simply relax your bladder and enjoy the feeling of warmth spreading as your thick nighttime diapers soaks up all of your wee-wees. You soon easily fall asleep.
6. It's morning time and you feel the covers shifting. Daddy is getting out of bed but you get to snooze. Later Daddy returns and gently rocks you awake again. You swing your legs off the end of the bed, your diaper is is heavy and clamy between your legs. You stand and reach for the tapes to take your sodden diaper off, you need to go pee again anyway. Daddy bats your hand away. "Let Daddy do that." He takes your hand and helps you lay down on the floor. Instinctively you raise your legs and kick them, feeling babyish in your soggy diaper as Daddy sets out a fresh change, powder and wipes. It looks like you won't be going to sit on the toilet after all. You're just a baby.
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I'm the words of Willy Wonka, "Scratch that, reverse it."
Let Mommy do that for you 😁
@iamnotmylittleself, lol in my case, yes, it is Mummy @littlekittengirliepie who reminds me that I'm just a baby.
Thank you for reblogging.
Mommy and I were out picking up a few necessities when she recognized a certain guilty little look on my face. She gently pulled me aside and quietly began checking my pants while I turned bright red with embarrassment! I was even more embarrassed when she said that it's much easier to have me poo poo in my pants than to listen to me whine and get fussy when I try to hold it. 😮 She gave me a swat on my full seat and I spent the rest of the shopping trip in a wet, messy diaper! Anyone else have a sub who still messes his pants? 😳
Being a good little boy for Mommy!
Be Careful What You Wish For: A Diaper Fantasy Comes True (New Full Length Novella!)
Mommy flipped on the lights, and I realized I was standing in a nursery.
Not just a nursery, but an adult nursery!
There was a large diaper changing table, complete with all sorts of puffy white and colorful disposable diapers stacked beneath it. What I thought was a bed in the corner was actually a crib with bars so high they reached the ceiling.
Adult baby clothes, restraints, spanking paddles and all sorts of accessories filled the closet. And cartoons, tell-a-tubbies, and babyish prints covered all the walls and furniture.
“What is this place?” I asked her in shock.
“Oh, I told you I sometimes babysit incontinent boys your age. This the nursery I have for bigger boys like you,” she said as she started walking toward me. I started backing toward the door.
“And Leo, I figured that since you have such a perverted desire to be in diapers again, I should put you back in diapers and teach you what it really means to lose control. Maybe then you’ll be less likely to act out in such naughty ways,” she said with fire in her eyes.
Part of me recognized that I was standing in the nursery of my dreams. The one I had fantasized about ever since I was a child.
And yet, because I didn’t have a choice, because she was springing all of this on me as a real punishment, I felt mortified, trapped and scared. It felt like my dream had become a nightmare.
“No, please, no thanks. I really don’t want to,” I pleaded as I continued backing up toward the door of the nursery. I was still naked, my bottom was still sore, and I just wanted to get out of there.
She laughed again. “Leo, I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you. Now, come on over to the diaper change table so Mommy can change you into a diaper,” she said as she patted the table with her hand.
“Please don’t do this,” I begged as I backed up toward the nursery door. She picked up a large, puffy white diaper off the shelf and approached me with it, crinkling it in her hands.
“Aw, what’s wrong Leo? I thought you wanted to wear diapers? Isn’t that why you tried to buy them earlier?” She asked in a menacing tone.
I turned and tried to open the nursery door, but it wouldn’t budge. She had locked me in.
“Why are you doing this?” I pleaded.
“Because, Leo, the only way for a pervert like you to learn the consequences of your naughty fantasies is to experience them. And guess what? You wanted to be put back in diapers by your Mommy and treated like a baby? Well that’s what you’re going to get,” she said as she got closer and closer. “Maybe then you’ll learn your little fantasies aren’t so fun, after all,” she added.
I was starting to regret ever walking into the diaper aisle to buy diapers for myself. I regretted ever fantasizing about diapers, let along coming with this woman tonight and masturbating in my wet pants in her house. I felt so humiliated for all of my perverted desires.
“Please, please don’t do this,” I continued to beg, tears in my eyes.
“Shhhh, sorry Leo, Mommy is doing this for your own good,” she said, then grabbed my wrist.
I tried to pull away, but she spun me around and planted a hard smack on my bare bottom, stunning me. “One more word out of you and I’ll spank you ten times longer than the first time!” She scolded. I froze. Her threat worked. I knew anything would be better than another spanking. I bowed my head and let her drag me over to the diaper changing station.
I was trembling in terror as she picked me up by the armpits and placed me on the table. I shivered as my bottom landed on the cool plastic. She then put her hand on my forehead and guided me back so I was laying down on the table.
“Good boy, Leo. Who’s a good baby,” she coo’d. “Now, I know you like to play with your peepee, so let’s get those hands up so Mommy can change your diaper,” she said as she guided each of my hands up over my head.
I felt her clip the medical straps around my wrist to a bar at the top of the table, over my head. I squirmed and tried to wriggle my hands loose, but they wouldn’t budge.
She then buckled another strap across my chest. “We don’t want fussy little babies falling off their changing table,” she said with an evil grin. I realized she had tied me down tight on the diaper change table, and I was now hers to play with.
I began to panic and try to pull my arms free even harder. In response, she began tickling my stomach, causing me to uncontrollably squirm and giggle. “Stop, stop!” I begged as I wriggled and laughed. She began laughing too.
“Aww, see, diaper changes with Mommy can be fun, too,” she said with a grin. I then watched her hold up the large, puffy adult diaper again and crinkle it in my face. “Oh yes, you can’t wait to be back in these crinkly, bulky, babyish diapers, where you’ll make all your peepees and poopoos,” she said.
And while I was still terrified, all of the sudden, I realized she was right. I couldn’t help but stare in aww at the adorable, plastic-y diaper she held in her hand that I had been dreaming about since childhood. I suddenly realized this was the closest I’d come to wearing an actual diaper… well… since my earliest memory.
All my panic and claustrophobia quickly gave way to excitement as I watched her unfold the diaper and slide it underneath my butt. It felt heavenly. Even though she hadn’t even folded the diaper up over my crotch yet, I quickly became intoxicated by just feeling its soft, crinkly plastic around my bottom. I could also sense my penis becoming rock hard.
“Aww, isn’t that cute,” Mommy said as she stroked my hard cock. “You got a boner for your diapers, don’t you little boy,” she said as she cupped my balls. I gasped in pleasure. “Don’t you?” She asked a little louder, giving my testicles a squeeze.
“Yes, Mommy!” I said, remembering my mandate.
“Yes, what?” She teased.
“I have a boner for my diapers, Mommy,” I said in a babyish voice, instinctively regressing and submitting to her control. She giggled, then snapped on a pair of latex gloves. I watched her pump an excessive amount of lotion into her palm, then she began to swiftly massage the lotion into my crotch, my thighs, and my butt cheeks. As she massaged the cool lotion into my reddened bottom, the pain from the spanking dissipated, and was even replaced with the cool, pleasurable sensation of her touch.
She then worked the lotion into my butt crack, my balls and then up and down my shaft. I closed my eyes, put my head back, and found myself suddenly in ecstasy.
I had never had a sexual experience before, so having Mommy massage my balls and my stiff penis while I laid back on the diaper changing table was an undeniably magical experience.
She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, tenderly squeezing and stroking my genitals in all the right places. As she performed her magic, the terrible spanking I had received before seemed to dissipate in the magic of her palms.
It was funny, I thought. If someone didn’t have a diaper fetish before, after letting Mommy do this to them, they would certainly have one now! I felt Mommy’s hand pick up the pace as she stroked my shaft. It didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of an orgasm from deep inside of me to begin to build.
“Mommy! Mommy!” I moaned.
I felt it coming closer… and closer… and just as I was about to come… She pulled her hand away!
“Yes?” She asked, as if nothing had happened. “Did you need something, little Leo?”
I helplessly looked up at her, then down at my unsatisfied cock still pointing straight into the air. “I uh… Can’t you let me… uh… finish?” I begged.
She stared at me, then let out a huge laugh. She shook her head as if I were a naive child asking for a cookie before dinner.
“Sorry Leo, but if you’re not old enough to use a toilet, you’re certainly not old enough to be making naughty cummies,” she lectured.
“But, but—“ I begged. I didn’t know what to say. I had never felt so horny in my life. It felt so humiliating that she would bring me so close to the edge, then pull away like that.
“What’s that, little Leo? Maybe it’s not so fun to be in diapers anymore, is it? After all, little babies are too young to rub out their cummies,” she said with a sadistic grin.
I squirmed against my restraints on the diaper table, desperate to find some way to free a hand so I could reach down to my cock and bring myself to orgasm. But it was no use. And Mommy just stood back and laughed as I wriggled around and whined like a baby.
It didn’t take long for me to realize my mission was fruitless, and I put my head back down and sighed as Mommy continued her work of putting me in a diaper. I heard Mommy open up a jar of Vaseline, then she lifted my legs straight up, as if changing the diaper of a toddler. I felt the palm of her hand land on my butt cheek, then I felt her digit trace my butt crack, then work its way toward my rosebud.
My eyes immediately went wide as her gloved finger began to massage my butthole.
“What are you doing?” I asked, squirming from the sensation of her intrusive fingers.
“Aww, poor little Leo doesn’t like mommy touching his bum-bum?” She taunted as she continued tickling my butthole. “Well too bad little Leo. When Mommy changes your diapers, she needs to check down here as well,” she said with a wink.
I felt her plunge her finger straight into my anus. I gasped. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It was like I was taking a poop, but in reverse.
I clenched my butt cheeks to stop her intrusion, but she effortlessly pushed her finger deep down inside of me and wriggled it around. She pulled it back out, then pushed it right back in. I couldn’t help but moan. “I need to make sure my little Leo isn’t backed up down here,” she coo’d. I continued helplessly moaning as she held my feet up and effortlessly fingered my hole, first using one finger, then two fingers to spread and stretch me out.
I had fantasized about diaper changes, but I had never thought that this might be an aspect of them. I felt so powerless as I looked up at Mommy standing over me, violating and ‘inspecting’ me.
While part of me felt like I had never wanted anything like this when I fantasized about diapers, the other part of me felt like this was suddenly more erotic and satisfying than anything else I ever could have dreamed of.
I closed my eyes and receded into a sort of daze as she did her work on me ‘down there.’ My cock, for its part, was still rock hard. Soon I felt her withdraw her finger and I let out a sigh of relief. I smelled baby powder, and I looked down to see her thoroughly sprinkling my crotch with the magic substance.
Then finally, the moment I had fantasized about for so long. Almost as if in slow motion, I looked down and watched Mommy pull the front of my big, puffy diaper, up, over my hard penis, and tape it closed. She let my feet down and I realized it had finally happened. I was wearing a diaper. A real diaper! It was puffy and big and tight and warm. It was everything I had dreamed of.
I stared up at Mommy as she unstrapped my midsection, then freed my wrists. I reached down with my hand and felt my soft, pillow-y diaper around my nether regions. It was magical. I felt so babyish and cute.
I then looked up at Mommy standing and smiling over me and I felt waves of adoration for her. She affectionately stroked my hair and I giggled. It seemed like all my fears and concerns about her and what I was doing here seemed to melt away as I regressed into a childlike bliss underneath her gaze.
As if on instinct, I brought my hand up to my mouth and began to suck my thumb—an act I had no conscious memory of ever doing before.
“Aww… Little baby,” she said. She then retrieved a large, adult size pacifier from a nearby drawer, pulled my thumb from my mouth, and inserted the giant dummy.
I intuitively began to suck the dummy and smile. I was in heaven.
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Be Careful What You Wish For: A Diaper Fantasy Comes True
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Anyone else just like trying to see how much they can get a peekabu to swell up?
Pink isn’t my normal go-to but this seems to work.
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Nounou est très sévère !
He'd fantasized about it hundreds of times. Meeting a "Mummy" who would lay him on a changing mat, slip off his adult clothes and tape him into a deliciously thick disposable nappy. A humiliating nappy - the very object that defines a baby and now would define him for exactly what he was. A big baby.
He didn't realise she was going to make it so realistic though. When she suggested going for a walk he had no idea she'd be changing his nappy right here, in the open, next to the picnic tables at the local beauty spot. The shame was overwhelming, he tried to hide his face. Mummy had made him wet and dirty his nappy in the middle of the busy car park as soon as they'd arrived. That's what big babies do, don't they, she'd said as he waddled behind her down the wooded path. And as he laid there his little cock began to stiffen in its damp swollen confines, his mind torn between his sordid little fantasies and the humiliation of having his dirty little secret played out in front of a group of innocent onlookers.
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