Dreams from My Crib

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[diaperederica]

hi there! im erica, and this is my 18+ abdl nsfw blog!! 🥰🐣

imma (3)3 year old pan 🩷💛💙 socialist/leftist/conservative boy's worst nightmare ✊🏻🌹 secular ⚛️ pnw 🌊🗻🌲 girlie (she/her) with multiple degrees who likes being treated like a needy baby slut on the internet!! keep reading for more about me and my kinks!!! 🥰

my free little library of smutty stories

ive been on tumblr since 2013, reblogging all the wonderful content that artists and models create with diapers! i'm an artist, a musician, a teacher, and an amateur writer! i paint, compose, and write anything from research to diaper smut!

im 4’11”, about 100 lbs when soaking wet! you can maybe guess how i got my little tendencies! 🙈 im into sooooo many abdl adjacent kinks too!

abdl 🐣 humiliation 🙈 bdsm 🤐 denial 😖 bimbofication 💖 size kink 🧚🏻‍♀️ bullying 😈 free use 👩🏼‍🤝‍👨🏿👩🏾‍🤝‍👨🏼 omorashi 💦 voyuerism 🕶️ cucking 👸🏻 dumbification 🤤 and lotsa others!!

i love chatting and playing with the many wonderful people on tumblr!

that being said, i do have a couple of hard lines! i’m married to a wonderful vanilla woman irl. she doesnt mind me chatting here, but one of our rules is no pics of me! i’ve had pics leaked before so please don’t bother asking!

as long as you dont get all desperate and beg or be a jerk, ill probably be happy to chat or play with you!

no republicans, Trump voters, y'all will be blocked faster than me wetting a new diaper!

if we do hit it off, you can expect lotsa naughty things sent to your dms! i cant help sharing what gets me all blushy and needy and wet! 🙈🤤

i hope you like my blog! i have another @naughty-eri thats more of my rougher kinks without diapies. i hope you follow that one too!

ps: i block ageless, blank, and conservative blogs on sight!!

[whiskeytangofatherr]

Fussy toddler means bottle and nap time.

Supervision non-negotiable.

[diapereddoe]

Hi, baby Doe!

Can you tell us what the Cow says?

Can you tell us what a Froggy says?

How about what a little Piggy says?

And finally, why don't you tell us all what a big pathetic diaper cuck like you says, hmm?

Cow goes mooooo

Froggy goes ribbit ribbit

Piggy goes oink oink

And I just whine and fuss and beg to be kept in pampers 🙈

[miasoftie]

fit check and pullie check! i stayed dry allllll night ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ

[mads-the-dog]

Ever Again

His hot breath brushes against your neck as he pins your hands to the wall, both of your wrists grasped easily in just one of his hands.

A cool shiver runs down your spin at his touch, memories of past encounters roll through you mind.

"Papa," you whine, arching your back in a silent attempt to offer your body to him, "Please."

Thoughts of his long, hard cock, driving into you over and over again as pleasure overtakes you over and over again dominate your mind.

You want him. You want him worse than you ever have.

You turn your head ever so slightly as you feel him press his body up against yours. You can't help but whimper at the electric feel of his skin brushing up against yours.

"Please," you whine out again, more breathlessly this time, "Papa, I need you."

He kisses your neck, and his deep chuckle warms your heart.

"Oh, you do?" He purrs.

Your heart flutters in response.

Is this actually going to happen?

The feel of a large hand cupping your ass heightens your hope. You press your ass back into his palm, desperation for his touch overwhelming.

The soft crinkle of your diaper, however, snaps you back to reality.

"Hm," Papa sighs as he squeezes the drench padding strapped around your waist with his long strong fingers, "It feels more like you need a change."

You whimper again, this time, not out of anticipated pleasure, but rather from deep disappointment.

Papa releases your wrists and spins you around, looking at you with paternal disappointment.

"30 years old and still not potty trained," He clucks, causing a blush to radiate across your cheeks. "On your knees, stinkbug, you know the rules: Little one's who can't keep their pants dry don't get to walk, and cetainly don't get 'big kid' treats."

You do as your told, letting yourself fall to all fours and feel the weight of your soggy shame droop low between your legs.

Papa laughs again. Its a harsh, taunting sound.

You keep your eyes glued to the floor in front of you, unwilling to look up at your partner-turned-caregiver as you crawl towards your nursery, wondering if he'll ever see you as a sexual object ever again.

[avapandapants]

It’s my birthday! Looks like it’s gonna be another year in diapers for me 🤭

[unicornwithdiaper]

🔆🤍

[thomasreuter]

[daddys-back-again]

Pro tip: make your gf pick out her diapers… while she’s wearing a diaper 😳🙈

[thebabiestghoul]

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[little-forestbaby]

After our breakfast in the forest…

Nach unserem Frühstück im Wald…

[ssnugglebuggie]

good girl happy thoughts 🍼🍼

[littleprincessbug5]

bouncy bounce 🙈💕

full video: Scatbook 💖 'clean' version: JFF / C4S

[diapereddoe]

Getting to play pretend and use the big kid potty! I even remembered to unsnap my onesie first 😇

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Featuring the Duckies Onesie from @onesiesdownunder

[littlexballerine]

In the warm afternoon, her pink bodysuit was all she needed for their little outing — soft, simple, and easy for Daddy to keep an eye on her diapee.

The little elephant in her arms was apparently on a very important adventure. She carried him carefully toward the cornfield, pausing every few steps to make sure he was still enjoying himself, while the matching elephant backpack bounced softly on her back. Its little lead remained safely in Daddy’s hand. Without it, she might have toddled straight between the tall rows, happily following whatever caught her attention next.

Outfit: @lilcomforts1

[destinedfordiapers]

Sammy's Little Problem, Chapter 32

Allie slowed her pace to check her phone when they reached a fork in the foot path.

“It must be that one over there,” she says, pointing to a five-story building swarming with people. “I’ll let everyone know we’re here.”

Sammy nodded, staring at the crowd.

She always loved USC’s campus, having been her second choice after Stanford. And today it was buzzing with palpable, electric energy, with the epicenter being the dorms.

A steady flow of people trickled inside, arms full of suitcases, Target bags full of supplies, and college-aged kids taking it all in. Elsewhere, parents hugged their children before leaving them for their first day of college.

“Lindsay is coming down to meet us. How are you feeling, Sammy? Doing good?”

“Y-yeah, I’m okay.”

Sammy was grateful Allie did her best to minimize the obviousness of Sammy’s Little status. Between her jeans and Stanford t-shirt, Sammy didn’t look out of place. She even thought her diaper bulge wasn’t as obvious as normal.

Even the diaper bag Allie chose wasn’t immediately identifiable as one. More like an oversized bag that nobody would guess held her diapers, pacifier, and changing supplies.

Before they left, Allie promised Sammy that she would try to be as discreet as possible out of respect for this big step, but that didn’t mean that Sammy should expect a hall pass from being a Little.

Allie rubbed Sammy’s back, guiding her to the dorms. “You got this Sammy. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

“Thanks, Allie.”

As they approached the building and the conversations got louder, Sammy watched a group of girls huddling in a circle, animatedly talking about something enjoyable.

One of the girls was wearing the Zara skirt that Sammy had in her shopping cart online the day before she was Classified. It looked even better in person. Sammy understood why she carried herself with such confidence.

What Sammy would give to be the girl in the circle, wearing that skirt, unburdened by the tyranny of her diaper.

“Sammy!” Lindsay shouted, running over to them.

Her shout drew far more attention to Sammy than she would have liked, especially when Sammy wrapped her in a bear hug.

“I’m so glad you came!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Linds!”

Sammy had barely escaped Lindsay’s clutches when Carol and Henry swooped in to greet her.

Carol hugged Sammy, too. “Hello, dear. It means the world to Lindsay that you came.”

“That’s what family does!”

Henry smiled at Sammy. “Ain’t that the truth!”

A mother near Sammy caught Sammy’s eye and smiled. Not the cursory, polite smile made in passing to strangers in a crowd. No, it was softer than that. Her mouth and eyes pressed into something gentle and sad, haunted by the ghost of a grimace.

For a second, Sammy thought she might say something. But the moment passed. Just a smile held a beat too long.

The mother turned back to her daughter and squeezed her shoulder as if to say count yourself lucky.

Sammy stared at her shoes.

She had braced herself for the stares. Expected whispers. Laughter. Even disgust.

But somehow the way the woman looked at her—like Sammy was a baby bird chirping in its nest—was worse.

She didn’t want to fight back. She wanted to disappear.

“Wanna see my room? I need your touch to decorate it.”

“Sure!” Sammy answers, trying to sound unfazed by the onlookers.

“We’ll meet you up there,” Henry says. “Someone’s gotta carry all your things upstairs.”

Allie grabs Sammy’s elbow, sensing an opportunity. “Do you want to go alone with Lindsay?”

Sammy nods excitedly. “Can I?”

“Sure, but stick with Lindsay, okay? I won’t be gone long.”

“I’ll be fine!” Sammy assures her, cheeks flushed.

“Don’t worry, Allie, I got her,” Lindsay says, pulling Sammy towards the entrance.

Sammy let herself be pulled, reveling in the opportunity to be alone. Who would think she’s a Little without a Caregiver watching over her?

“Allie is probably jealous because they destroyed the old athletic dorms she stayed in like a year after she graduated. These are much nicer.”

Lindsay was not wrong, Sammy thought. Entering the foyer, Sammy would’ve believed it was a resort, not a dorm.

“Best part is, I’m on the first floor. No stairs!”

As they walked down the hall, Sammy looked inside the dorms as they passed. Most doors were open, with people walking in and out and getting to know their floormates.

Each room was its own little world. It took no effort to determine which had boys living in it and which had girls.

The first room she passed, Sammy saw a poster of Bob Marley next to a poster of John Belushi drinking a bottle of Jack Daniel's in a sweater that said “College.”

Definitely not a girl's room.

The next room was mostly white with tasteful pops of pastel highlights and lace curtains. Elegant. Feminine. One Sammy would happily live in.

Whenever the occupants noticed them walking by, they waved or smiled. One already knew Lindsay by name, though that didn’t surprise Sammy.

Lindsay was always a social butterfly.

But the farther they got from the loud, chaotic entrance, the quieter the hallway got. Every step forcing Sammy to wonder if anyone else could hear what was so loud to her.

Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle.

Her diaper seemed determined to blow the cover she was thoroughly enjoying.

Sammy slowed to a snail’s pace as a boy carrying a heavy-looking box passed them by, smiling at them both.

“I’m in room 32A, come say hi!” he said to both of them.

When he was out of earshot, Lindsay whispered in Sammy’s ear. “You’re fine, Sammy. Nobody can hear you.”

“H-how did you know? Am I really that loud?”

“No, silly. You’re just walking like a penguin. So, it was either that or you had an accident. And I don’t smell anything.”

“Very funny.”

“Just get out of your head and enjoy yourself. Besides, we're here.”

Lindsay walked through the open door.

“Ta da!”

The room was only half decorated, but it already had Lindsay’s fingerprints all over it: creamy whites with flourishes of forest green everywhere.

Sammy was so focused on the Lindsay side of the room, she didn’t notice the two bunk beds to her right. Or the two girls sitting on the bottom bunk.

“Hey, Lindsay! Your parents leave already?”

“Oh, no, they’re grabbing some more things from the car. I went to meet my friend here. Sam, meet my roommates, Cecilia and Jasmine.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam,” Jasmine said. “Oh, you got into Stanford?”

Sammy beamed with pride but was terrified of any follow-up questions. Questions that she didn’t want to answer.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Lindsay answered for her. “I was secretly hoping she’d have to come here so we’d be roommates.”

Lindsay laughed before adding, “Not that I mind you guys!”

“Good save,” Cecilia added, laughing.

Neither asked any more questions about Stanford, content to show Sammy their plans for the dorm, having apparently discussed their designs before moving in.

Sammy was more than happy to let them. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a normal conversation that wasn’t tainted by being Little.

She did her best to show how thankful she was to Lindsay in furtive, appreciative glances.

For the first time in months, she felt like an adult. One of the girls. A college student like Lindsay.

Maybe Allie will realize how independent Sammy was after this. That she didn’t actually constant supervision. That she could have some independence from Caregivers.

Lindsay’s phone buzzed. She made a show of laughing at it, like it was an inside joke that Sammy needed to see.

“You have to see this, Sam!” she said, showing Sammy a text.

It was from Allie. “How’s Sammy? She doing okay? Let me know if she needs me to come get her.”

Sammy’s heart drops. Somehow she was still being treated like a Little by phone.

“That’s great Linds! But a hard pass for me.”

Lindsay nodded, understanding the meaning and texted Allie.

Sammy tried not to dwell on it. Even if hearing Lindsay and her roommates talk about college parties, boys, and social lives caused a pang of jealousy, they were also giving her something special.

Being treated as an equal. An adult.

Not a Little who needed to be cared for.

There was only one problem.

Sammy felt pressure building in her stomach. She knew what it meant.

And was determined to fight it. To prove she wasn’t a Little. Not here. Not right now.

She looked at Lindsay, eyes begging for a savior.

But she was too deep in a conversation about the parties tonight to notice her best friend struggling…

[mommygwenbabybruce]

Being a drooly good girl 😇🦋🌞💦

[emersynsdiaperjourney]

You can’t really tell tho right?