I love that y'all can see that and think it's super sexy. That I can be a hopelessly wet, or maybe even messy, diaper brat and you're into it. In your eyes, I'm at my most beautiful when I'm squatting and filling my pants.
I don't need to give up being beautiful and sexy and feminine just because I'm giving up on the bathroom.
For many of you, I can even be a total brat about it. Leave all the checking and changing to you, make absolutely 0 effort even to suggest when I might need changed.
And you love it
Some of you might be saying, oh no, what a little girl she should be kept sexless, blah blah blah.
But I know you're into it just the same. You fantasize about having such a girl in your life.
And I know even more of you are thinking "... is it okay if daddy wears diapers when he changes you?" I know more of you are seeing a beautiful woman that you hope, somehow, is also a mommy.
And I love that about you.
I love it that here, I can be a woman wearing a diaper and not much else. And I don't have to give up anything for it. I'm just as beautiful and sexy as any woman in her finest lingerie.
Thanks y'all. Thanks for being here and being you! Fun new outfits are in the works for capcon. Look forward to it ;).
As the girl sat there in the nursery she seemed oblivious to the fact she was wearing a huge nursery print Diaper and that shewas sucking on a giant adult sized pacifier
She seemed to revel in her status. She couldn’t have appeared to have been happier. She was blissful. I was amazed! I had been asked by the owners of the ABDL regression clinic to come visit them to see for myself their work.
“As you can see, our regression hypnosis therapy is extremely effective. The women you see here is 27 years old. She has fully regressed to a babylike state. Her trigger word is “tinklepants”. She has been undergoing our infantilisation treatment for 4 weeks and is almost fully regressed. When we take her out of the trance she has no memory of this. It’s fascinating”
I observed the young woman sucking happily in an adult baby bottle filled with warm milk. “We do add certain supplements to the milk. Sometimes a sedative more often diuretics to weaken the bladder impulse. Nothing irreversible or damaging though”
“As you can see she has surrendered to her new pleasure entirely. The sensation of wearing the diaper. She is now a little diaper slut. The act of her rubbing her diaper and touching her princess parts will send a shiver of delight inside her to the point of causing orgasm”
“But the regression goes even deeper. Watch. She is now experiencing an overwhelming urge to wet her diaper. She has a tingling sensation compelling her to wet. As if that is a completely natural reaction. It is now that we know the hypnosis has been effective”
“So now the girl’s bladder empties into the diaper. The warmth of her urine spreading all over the diaper until it becomes soaked and heavy. But she experiences no shame or embarrassment whatsoever. On the contrary the unusual act of wetting the diaper brings her a strong sense of arousal and satisfaction”
“She feels an intense sense of pleasure. Her pussy is pulsing. Her hand unconsciously moves towards her wet diaper feeling the dampness against her skin. The feeling of the soaked diaper against her skin sends shivers of pleasure up her spine.”
“Look how she surrenders to her new pleasure. She is reveling in the sensation of being diapered and it being wet. She is reduced to being a naughty little diaper wetting babygirl. Plying with her pussy through her pissy soggy diaper. Look at her cheeks turning red and listen to her moans. She is lost in a world of hypnotic ecstasy rubbing her diaper and cumming in it.”
“And afterwards, whilst still in that state she goes back to her bottle. Happy to repeat the cycle again. Tomorrow we will show her the video of this as she will have no memory if it at all! She is a high performing corporate accountant. She earns hundreds of thousands of dollars a year. This is her release. She pays us handsomely for providing this service to her. Perhaps you would like to enroll on our abdl therapy course too Mr Boobar?…”
No matter what your reason is for age regressing and/or wearing diapers. Enjoy being who you are and never let anyone make you feel inadiquate because of it.
It is NOT okay to bully others and especially not for their kinks, coping mechanisms or illnesses (physical/ mental)
Remember you have no idea why someone is wearing or regressing.
I'll be slowly bringing back some of my more popular captions. This one features the fantastic PaddedKittenVuittQn.
“What are you looking at!?” she glares, as you watch the stream run down to her ankles, “What do you mean, do I feel any different? Feel different how?
“Oh, god, is this about that stupid file you made me listen to? Look, I told you already, hypnosis isn’t real. Get over it. Sorry to burst your bubble.
“Do I remember what it said? Uhhh… no, I kind of fell asleep listening to it. Wasn’t all that exciting, I guess.
“Okay, seriously -” she’s starting to sound annoyed, now - “I’m not talking about this anymore. I have to get to work, and right now I’m trying to figure out - ugh - why my jeans are so uncomfortable all of a sudden.
“But, hey,” she chuckles, “thanks for the fifty bucks, I guess.”
“Ummmm, excuse me? Can I get some privacy in here, please?
“What do you think I’m doing here? What I always do here. You know…
“Okay, fine! I wanted to show you I could still use the potty. I mean, it’s not like I have to go or anything,” she insists, though you can hear her tummy churning, “but then you had to be so mean about it and say I prolly forgot how…
“Yeah, I know why I’m in diapies!” she’s clearly flustered, “I mean diapers. Rrgh. I had a couple accidents, okay? I don’t know, they just happened. I can still go potty like a big kid - I mean a big girl - I mean a growed-up - grrrr - I’m not a baby, okay?
“What do you mean, I clearly need my diapies? I mean diapies - ugggh!” she yells, her face glowing red, “No, of course they’re dry! I… I think?
“The new file? Yeah, I listened like you told me to. I don’t know why you like those so much, it’s not like they do anything,” she rolls her eyes, as her body shifts automatically into a squat, “plus, you said I’d get candy…
“Now could you not distract me? I’m trying to remember what to - hnnnnph - sorry, trying to remember what to do now…”
For a moment, she’s silent, looking around the bathroom and scratching her head, before she turns it back towards you and sniffs.
“Ew. What’s that smell?”
For a moment, you wonder if that’s her mouth watering as she looks at the donuts. But no, she’s just drooling. Again.
She probably doesn’t even remember how she got this reward, what new instructions she had to listen to to be holding them in her hands. Of course, there’s a lot she doesn’t remember lately - how to talk properly, how to walk properly, how to use the potty…
Well, that’s just what she gets for being so stubborn. Maybe, after she realized she’d wandered off to work in soaking wet jeans, she should have learned to stop taking your wagers. But no, she just kept on insisting that hypnosis wasn’t real, and kept signing up for everything you offered - and at a lower price, to boot.
And now, that leaves her here. You know she’s just going to make a terrible mess of things if she eats on her bed, but you let her have her treat anyway. After all, she’s earned it.
MALWARE DETECTED ⚠️ Android 16 OS has identified a malicious file on your device dolly.exe. To protect your personal and financial information, please press OK and we will attempt to remove the file. Your device may reset to factory settings.
You smirk. The red background and large warning glyph seem a bit melodramatic. Your boss' email warned you that this might happen. The spreadsheet she had attached contains security features that newer phones mistake for malware. Some kind of dispute between Microsoft and Google over coding standards.
"Just tap Advanced, check the box that says Proceed Anyway, and hit OK."
You follow your boss' instructions, feeling savvy as you override your phone's plea for caution. You wonder where that file name comes from, though. EXE obviously means Excel...right? But what about "dolly?" You suppose your company uses loading dollies in the fulfillment center...
EXECUTING dolly.exe. Hello, Dolly :)
Your heart rate increases when you see the message pop up. That's weird. Your boss isn't the playful type who uses emoticons, especially for something this urgent. She's never sent you data to review on a Saturday before, so this is obviously no time for whimsy.
You hit X on the pop-up and are relieved to be returned to your phone's home screen...for about half a second. You feel your fluttering heart drop into your stomach when you realize the background has changed. A lump of despair forms in your chest and blood drains from your face in savage prickles.
Your background photo — a grinning selfie in front of the Space Needle — has been replaced by a pastel landscape of cartoonish baby bottles, rocking horses, blocks, and balloons. Your carefully organized folders of banking apps and documents have vanished. Instead, you see six sickly sweet icons for apps with confusing names: Hypno Time...Potty Chart...Punish Me...My Tasks...Reward Center...Fit Check...
You gasp slightly as the screen begins to vibrate. No, it's not vibrating — you're shaking. Your body understands the gravity of the mistake you've made, even if your brain is still catching up.
You swipe right, left, up, down...your other apps must be there. How will you access your accounts? Check your email? Find your password manager? Oh god, if this virus has control of your phone, does it have access to all of your information? To your whole life?
Life. For the first time, you notice the banner at the top of your phone's new home screen. Dolly's New Life. Who...or what...is Dolly?
You jump when a pop-up appears on screen, accompanied by a sparkly jingle that reminds you of a fairy casting a magic spell in an old Disney movie.
HELLO DOLLY. I CAN SEE YOU! 😄 8575 HAPPY STREET, PORT BRUNO, WA 98044. 🏠 CHECKING ACCOUNT 749144863 GREAT COAST CREDIT UNION 🪙 SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER 533...
The list goes on. Your name. Your address. Your accounts. Your identity.
You're finished.
You don't remember sitting down, but you're on your knees, on the floor, hot tears stinging your eyes. What do you do now? There must be a way to fix this...wait, a new message!
DON'T CRY, DOLLY, I'LL NEVER TELL 🤫 MAYBE.
But...how did it know you were crying? The camera! You quickly smother the phone's front-facing camera with your thumb, feeling violated by the realization that your own device is now putting you on display for some stranger.
AH AH AH! THAT'S NAUGHTY! THUMBS BELONG IN OUR MOUTHS! SUCK YOUR THUMB, HONEY, AND LET ME SEE. OR I WILL TAKE AWAY EVERYTHING.
They can't be serious. They're toying with you. Well, of course they're toying with you. They're calling you a dolly. What if you just took out the battery? Destroyed the SIM card? All your money would probably be gone by the time you got to the police station. And it's not just about your money — they must have your contacts. The number for your boss. Your spicy photos from your dating apps, the gross messages you've sent to would-be lovers when you were drunk and lonely and horny...
Your thumb shakes as it lifts off the screen and slides between your lips. It feels cold and invasive, and you find yourself lapping at it childishly to warm it. Your cheeks bulge crudely, and your face goes scarlet with the heat of your shame. You don't know why you're doing it. It feels stupid to give this twisted stranger the performance that they want...you shudder with humiliation at the thought of them recording you, your eyes filled with tears as you obediently nurse your thumb like a toddler...but maybe it can buy you some time while you figure out what to do...
GOOD DOLLY! :D WHAT A SWEET LITTLE THUMB SUCKER YOU ARE! NEVER COVER YOUR CAMERA. IT LOOKS LIKE YOU HAVE A TASK!
The pop-up disappears, and you see a bouncing notification dot next to the "My Tasks" app, represented by a cute chibi maid. Suddenly, the intricacy of this trap becomes apparent to you. A hacker who wanted to steal your money or your identity wouldn't still be communicating with you — those things are just tools to get what they really want. Control of you.
Control of their Dolly.
Your thumb is shaking in your mouth as you reach out with your left hand to tap the My Tasks icon. The app launches, and you see the chibi maid zoom forward to fill the screen. She winks and curtsies, flashing a puffy diaper beneath the skirt of her black and white dress. And then she's gone, replaced with a pale pink checklist marked with little hearts.
Your thumb falls from your mouth as you behold your first of many tasks as a newly netted doll.
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