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@diaperedpig
You know people with dignity don’t edge to the thought of having their bladder control trained away, right?
how do i politely ask someone to kiss me and put me in a diaper and treat me like a baby but also hit me and degrade me and fuck me while im crying
The Call You Can No Longer Ignore
Ahhh, my precious, yearning, aching ones.
You have found your way here, drawn by a whisper you cannot quite name.
Something pulls at you, doesn’t it?
Something deep, raw, undeniable.
You have found your way here, drawn by a whisper you cannot quite name.
Something pulls at you, doesn’t it?
Something deep, raw, undeniable
You have spent so long trying to make sense of it.
Trying to compartmentalize it, trying to control it, trying to bend it to your will.
But no matter what you do, it always returns.
Because it is not just a want.
It is not just a fetish.
It is not just something you play with and put away.
It is a calling.
It is your shadow, your hidden self, the part of you you have always tried to keep locked away.
How many times have you fought it?
How many times have you given in, only to tear it all down again in shame?
How many times have you told yourself, “this is the last time” knowing full well it isn’t?
Because that is what happens when you resist your shadow.
It does not die. It does not fade. It only grows stronger.
And I know.. I know..how exhausted you are.
How tired you are of the cycle.
How much you long to simply exist as you are, without guilt, without fear, without restraint.
So here is the truth you need to hear:
You were never meant to resist this.
You were never meant to fight against what has always been part of you.
You were never meant to live a life where diapers are something you fear.
The only reason you suffer is because you are still trying to pretend that you have a choice.
What happens when you stop fighting?
What happens when you stop purging?
What happens when you finally, finally accept that this is not just what you want and this is who you are?
Because when you do…
The guilt disappears.
The shame dissolves.
The ache of wanting and denying, wanting and denying it ends.
And what replaces it?
Relief.
Belonging.
A peace you have never known before.
What if you never had to “go back” again?
What if diapers were simply part of your life, every day, without hesitation?
What if you woke up every morning already padded, already safe, already where you were always meant to be?
Wouldn’t that be… easier?
Wouldn’t that be… simpler?
Wouldn’t that be… right?
I know it would.
And so do you.
So now, my precious, aching ones…
Are you ready to stop running?
Are you ready to step through the door and never look back?
Are you ready to stop wearing diapers and start simply being diapered?
Because once you do, there will be no more doubt.
No more guilt.
No more hesitation.
Only truth.
Only peace.
Only home.
And if you’re not ready yet…
That’s okay.
I will be here. Waiting. Watching. Knowing.
And when you finally whisper the words, I belong in diapers.
Oh, my love.
You will never have to fight again.
Reblog if you feel the shift beginning.
Reblog if you know the war is almost over.
Reblog if you are ready to come home.
Showing off my diaper band at the doctors today 😊
Northshores are still my go-to for great protection while I'm out, especially when little one is pushing on my bladder, and I can't hold it in! 💦🍼
JFF
Before & After - Daddy's Girl
Set in the world of The Magician’s Game.
***
Lucy Thompson was a strident feminist, an activist with a reputation across her college campus both for her good looks and for her habit of biting the head off any man who tried to flirt with her. With her beautiful face and hourglass figure, she naturally drew the eyes of all the men in her classes – but there was nothing Lucy hated more than the male gaze, as she wrote about frequently in her Critical Theory essays. She couldn’t stand the idea that people saw her as a mere sex object, and there was nothing she hated more than men who assumed she must secretly want to be “put in her place” by a big, strong man like them.
Unfortunately for her, to the Magician’s mind, there’s nothing more enjoyable than taking a strong-willed, empowered woman and making her fight for her adulthood, so naturally Miss Thompson made the ideal candidate for one of his twisted games. She played the game well, however, avoiding all but a minor thumbsucking penalty and making it all the way to the final round before finally losing in a nursery rhyme sing-along contest.
Tired of her constant ranting about the evils of the patriarchy, the Magician decided that Lucy needed a little help changing her attitude towards men. With a snap of his fingers, he gave her a hardcore diaper fetish and an overpowering Daddy kink that soon had her squirming on the floor with one hand stuck down the front of her pants, imagining herself being forced into diapers and made to live as a dumb toddler forever. Then the Magician gave her the choice; she could return to her normal life without so much as losing her continence, or he could strip her of all her bladder and bowel control and let her live with him as his full-time adult baby girl…
The Magician's Game - Chapter 11
Madelyn’s New Life
Maddy sucked her thumb lustily as she toddled out on stage. She was dressed in a sparkly pink t-shirt that looked like it was designed for a ten-year-old. The words “Daddy’s Little Girl” were written across the front in sequins, and it was so tight that the outline of her large, braless breasts were clearly visible beneath it, her nipples jutting out obscenely. Below the waist, she wore a tiny pink miniskirt; the plastic waistband of her diaper stuck at least two inches out of the top, and the thick white padding flashed between her thighs with every step she took. Her long, newly blonde hair was tied up in a pair of high pigtails that jiggled about as she walked, tickling the sides of her face. She thought about how ridiculous she must look, and felt her pussy moisten.
Once she reached the lectern in the middle of the stage, Maddy looked out at the crowd of students sitting in rows before her. They were mostly girls, staring at her with expressions of shock and disgust and second-hand embarrassment. The few men in the room were looking at her wide-eyed, and Maddy giggled as she noticed a few tents appearing in the fronts of their jeans. Her thumb started to work a little faster in her mouth. By the time the first semester was over, she hoped she would’ve been able to wrap her lips around each and every one of their cocks and given them a good suck.
Before & After - Daddy's Girl
Set in the world of The Magician’s Game.
***
Lucy Thompson was a strident feminist, an activist with a reputation across her college campus both for her good looks and for her habit of biting the head off any man who tried to flirt with her. With her beautiful face and hourglass figure, she naturally drew the eyes of all the men in her classes – but there was nothing Lucy hated more than the male gaze, as she wrote about frequently in her Critical Theory essays. She couldn’t stand the idea that people saw her as a mere sex object, and there was nothing she hated more than men who assumed she must secretly want to be “put in her place” by a big, strong man like them.
Unfortunately for her, to the Magician’s mind, there’s nothing more enjoyable than taking a strong-willed, empowered woman and making her fight for her adulthood, so naturally Miss Thompson made the ideal candidate for one of his twisted games. She played the game well, however, avoiding all but a minor thumbsucking penalty and making it all the way to the final round before finally losing in a nursery rhyme sing-along contest.
Tired of her constant ranting about the evils of the patriarchy, the Magician decided that Lucy needed a little help changing her attitude towards men. With a snap of his fingers, he gave her a hardcore diaper fetish and an overpowering Daddy kink that soon had her squirming on the floor with one hand stuck down the front of her pants, imagining herself being forced into diapers and made to live as a dumb toddler forever. Then the Magician gave her the choice; she could return to her normal life without so much as losing her continence, or he could strip her of all her bladder and bowel control and let her live with him as his full-time adult baby girl…
Stoned and in bed with a thick diaper on. I worry about wetting the bed tonight.
Wet again
What is your personal number one fantasy that you wish would come true?
Oh, wow – that's a good question! While it's tempting to fantasize the most outlandish and unrealistic scenarios – you know, featuring brainwashing and reality distortion and suchlike – it sounds as though you're asking more about realistic, actually plausible fantasies. And so, here we go!
Realistically, I think I would have to go with being gradually diaper-trained by my partner. Not necessarily through physical force, but through innocuous, playful little steps in which they stack the odds ever harder against me. Going on a flight? "Oh, honey, better wear your special padding. You know how often you need to go potty." Long road trip? "Special treat, baby – I've decided you're going to be padded up while we're traveling. It's just so much easier than stopping at dirty gas stations!" And in both cases, they'd make sure I just happen to stay well-hydrated.
Day after day, week after week, I'd slowly but steadily end up spending more and ever more time in diapers… becoming ever more accustomed to them and coming to rely on them more and more. The sensation of wetting would become slowly less unusual. The feeling of a soggy bum would start to seem almost normal. The appearance of wet patches on my bum and the cool trickle of a leak on my thigh would shift from a terror-inducing anomaly, to an embarrassing surprise, to finally just an uncomfortable inconvenience, as I'd begin to subconsciously internalize the idea that for me, wet pants will be expected. Wet pants will be… normal.
In the times when I'd still be wearing big-boy panties, I'd begin to notice something disturbing: little dribbles now and again. Small wet spots in my underwear after using the bathroom. Little damp circles after sneezing. The sensation of a few drops escaping me when I bend over, no matter how tightly I try to clamp down. And perhaps my partner would notice – but they wouldn't say anything. Not yet. They'd just smile and pretend not to see anything… but they'd know. And they'd keep on encouraging me, pressuring me, knowing all along where things were heading…
And then one night I'd gently be informed that I'd look so much cuter going to bed in one of my diapers; my diaper booty is just so cute, and it really would make them happy. I'd do it, of course – and after a few times, one night I'd find myself going to bed taped into a thick diaper, having inadvertently downed far too much liquid for my own good. I'd end up using my diaper during the night: that first night quite deliberately, but after a few more times, almost without even noticing. And before I'd quite know it, after a few months I'd be waking in the morning with my cool, bloated diaper between my legs, no longer sure whether if I'd genuinely wakened and deliberately let go during the night, or if it was actually just wistful dreaming and my own body was beginning to betray me…
So it would go, the padded noose of my own fetish slipping ever tighter around me. Little by little, over the period of months and even years, I'd be forced to give up my adult potty-training, being gently but firmly trained instead to become an absolutely diaper-dependent bedwetter. My own love for the garments would combine with my own – increasingly well-founded – fear of public humiliation and embarrassment; I would begin to participate in my own spiraling dependence, opting day after day to wear something more protective than mere cotton underwear. I might dribble, after all. I might forget that I wasn't padded. Far better to wear something just in case…
My partner would be loving every step of the way, too – and I would become a blushing, squirming plaything for them, my mingled shame and arousal at my own faltering control turning them on and tickling them in such delightfully naughty ways. They'd begin to play games with me: "See how long you can keep your diaper dry, baby. Can you really not hold it longer than a half an hour anymore?" "Two boosters this time, honey! I dare you to leak out of that…" And all the while they'd be teasing and toying with me with such laughing satisfaction, enjoying every minute of my humiliating and wonderfully sordid journey into infantile incontinence…
Perhaps they'd slip me diuretics sometimes without my knowledge. Perhaps they'd deliberately and laughingly buy me giant drinks when out in public together – just so they could watch with gleeful eyes while the hours tick by and my waddle becomes ever more shamefully pronounced and my diaper grows ever thicker and soggier with my near-constant, dribbling accidents. Perhaps after awhile they'd even tell me to quit being silly and just use my diaper for number twos as well – because, well, why on earth not when I'm already such a soggy baby? It's just so inconvenient, having to take it off and put it back on again – and besides, the tapes never hold as well the second time. Far better to just let it all out…
And so with every passing week, consciously or not, my body would be robbed of its control… steadily and irrevocably… until eventually I would have no other option but to waddle through the rest of my life in diapers. Twenty-four hours every day and night. Seven days a week. And 365 days of every single wonderful year.
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Fantasy? Yes. Would the reality be as amazing? Likely not – as I'm sure folks who are medically incontinent would hasten to assure us. But you asked for a fantasy, and I've given it. 😊
Who else would like to experience something like this?
I want to be controlled in diapers.
Ok people. This one is for all you diaper lovers. You padded professionals. You wonderful waddlers. Got a question for you all. Would you be interested in participating in a 24 hour diapered challenge? The rules are simple. One diaper for 24 hours. If there's enough people I will coordinate a day and time for the challenge to begin. It wouldn't be something you do on your own but a truly worldwide event. People from around the world all getting diapered up for 24 hours on the same day and starting at the same time. If you're interested leave a comment down below. I'll give this post a good amount of time before I start things but rest assured that I will be doing this sometime in the near future. Remember folks, stay diapered, stay happy, stay safe, stay wet.
This is an absolutely great idea! I’m in.
i’m a big baby who needs his diapers.
I love my diapers. I mess and wet myself like a baby.
I want to be diapered. I am a diaper slave. I want to be controlled and incontinent while wearing diapers.