Diaperfag Millie

Always looking for some humiliation and teasing looking for a relationship with a dom as well 18+ ONLY you’ve been warned. Ask to check my diapers, or have me stop drop and potty!

[mommygloww]

DO NOT INTERACT unless you are 100% ready to get nursed by me 🥰

[littlegirlyguy]

Sooo soft 

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

Suzie was finishing up her Caesar salad as her friends passed her phone around the table and gasped, laughed or just shook their head and questioned the sanity of men everywhere.

“Okay,” Kiki finally said. “How long did it take you to do this to him?”

Suzie chewed a bit on a piece of chicken from the salad, contemplated both the question asked by her friend and the quality of that particular piece of poultry and then replied, “Mmm, six months. Six months from his first email to him being unemployed and back living with his mom as a caged, exposed, ruined, diaper-wearing sissy. Yeah, six months.”

She took a swig of her margarita and thought about her nail appointment later in the day as well as trying to remind herself to take out the trash that night.

Her friend Catherine spoke now: “Like, he was a normal guy? Worked at a bank. Had a girlfriend. Country club membership. And now…he pisses and shits his diapers constantly and had no place to go but his mom’s house? What the fuck. This is epic.”

“It’s something,” Suzie replied. Truth was she was sort of getting bored with her findom lifestyle and destroying pathetic, diaper-wearing sissies like Jason Cummings here. But it paid the bills and gave her vanilla friends something to enjoy every few months.

“So, tell us again,” Kiki said, “who did you out him to first?”

“First was his girlfriend. Pretty girl. So pretty, oh my god, seriously. I kind of felt bad but this girl deserves to have a real man in her life, and not this pin-dick pansy in Pampers. So yeah, sent her an email with three videos: One of Jason on his back pinning himself into thick Pampers while moaning, ‘I exist only for Mistress Storm.’”

“Mistress Storm. God I fucking love that,” Kiki said.

“Yeah, anyway. So that was one. Then it was him having set up his camera on a bookshelf in Barnes and Noble. He’s in the Romance section and he pulls down his pants enough to expose his diaper and then fills it, releasing a revolting load into his diapers right then and there.”

“God I wanna puke,” Catherine said.

“Totally. And then the third was him in poopy Pampers. Handcuffed. Full face on view as he blows some black guy in a seedy motel. I sent them all and just said, 'Your boyfriend has some interesting hobbies so maybe it’s time for you to find some interesting men.”

“Fuck me,” Kiki said.

“MMm, maybe,” Suzie teased and winked. Kiki blushed. She always wondered if Kiki had a submissive side to her too. Hmmmm, she thought, chewing on a crouton. Maybe someday she’d get her friend into some Pampers too, show those videos around. Might liven up her life a bit.

“Then it was his boss at the bank. He got fired within, oh, five minutes. Then to his mom, because even though I figured she would take him back when he came crawling, I wanted her to know just what kind of son she raised. She was crying when I followed up on the phone but did say, yes, of course her son would be welcomed back.”

“And now he sits in her house,” Catherine followed. “Sissified. That’s the the word, right? Sissiified? Feminized? Diapered. No way out. Ever. Stuck in Pampers for good. Jesus.”

“Yeah, something like that,” Suzie said, signaling the waitress for another margarita. She put more effort into her drink orders than into her life-ruining antics these days. Maybe it really was time to get out of the game.

Then again…having someone like Jason Cummings pay her about 15,000 dollars over a half year and then wrecking his life with ease? That was something that still provided some pleasure now and then. Okay, she’d stick with it a bit while. At least until she ruined one more arrogant guy. And at least until she had Kiki in Pampers and pigtails herself.

[transcherrybomb]

How to regress/baby me!

Just DO it! It's all about control

If you’re regressing me, don’t check; do.

Don’t ask me about my diaper, check it.

Don’t ask if I want my paci; force it in my mouth.

Don’t ask if I want a diaper change; force me to a flat surface and change me.

If I’m trusting you to regress me, just do it! Don't beat around the bush. I really don’t wanna be the big girl that needs to be checked with. I am trusting you and you have my consent to full on regress me!

When I say, “I’m not a baby!” I’m really just reinforcing your regression’s grip on me. So DO it!

[cgl-bardic-inspiration]

Words of wisdom, if consented too ♡

[adultbabystories]

Number Three

“He’s doing number three,” Daddy whispered talking on the phone, watching you lay down in your crib for the night.

You haven’t paid attention to him standing there, because you were busy humping your diaper before going to sleep. You were sucking on your paci and humping your thick diaper. A onesie held it close and tight to your body.

Daddy started to call it “Doing a Number Three”. Of course, you already knew what One and Two were, but when you did your naughty business in your diaper, he always called it number three. In time the only acceptable place for you to do it was in your diaper. You couldn’t touch yourself, even daddy had stopped sexually touching you there. Maybe you were treated as a baby boy, but in your mind, you were still a big strong man, a big strong man with manly urges! You have to show Daddy you can still function as a man, you have to prove yourself.

So you humped. You humped whenever the urge came. When you woke up, when you were laid down in your crib. When watching cartoons on the floor, when hugging your best-stuffed friend.

In the beginning, Daddy praised you for doing number three in your diaper. He said you were very healthy and he wants you to do it whenever you need, wherever you are. Big strong boy need to do all their business in their diapers. Nowadays, when he sees you doing number three, rarely he comments on that, it’s not a thing anymore, but a “third” nature.

For you it was a sign that he didn’t break you, you still had authority over your own body. But the button line was, that like number one and number two, number three was a body waste to be absorbed into your diaper.

Nothing will come out of it, no purpose at all. Into your soiled diaper and being thrown into the trash can. Numbers one and two are more apparent than number three. It has no importance at all, no wonder it’s the last in the least.

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

We cut out the sissy's audio and verbal begging and pleading here and will provide a general overview of what was being said. The images will tell the rest of the story.

The diapered, bra-wearing faggot was lisping while speaking through a pacifier and begging an online daddy to expose him for the sissy he is. To the whole world. He wanted his video--and the original shows full face, don't worry--to be spread far and wide until every diaper sissy on earth was jerking off to it and every daddy and mommy was saving it to use for further blackmail material.

Meanwhile, what's happening in the actual video is somehow worse and more depressing and even bleaker. The sissy, decked out in his thick, crinkly sissy diapers he had purchased earlier that day from a real-live adult baby store not far from his house, was getting so sexually excited that he started cumming right then and there. That is, to be scientific about it, he started ejaculating into his adult diapers. He made squirties into his Pampers. He made stickies into his didees. Whatever you want to call it, his sticky sickening seed left his clitty and settled into his crinkly prison. Yuck!

As this is all happening his long-suffering wife is at a business conference. Working. Making the money that the sissy secretly spends on his absurd and quite perverted lifelong habit. To top it off he's never had sex with her in decades of marriage. That's how sad and pathetic he is. He should have just made his vows to a package of Pampers and saved the world a lot of trouble. It's all so tragic and yet sissies near and far will rub their own little clitties in their own big diapers and also squirt to it. Somehow completing the circle of life.

So, yeah, that's what we have here. In all its glory.

[mommygloww]

REBLOG IF YOU THINK MEN UNDER 6,5 INCHES SHOULD BE DIAPERED 24/7 😈

[imtellingmommytoo]

A Bit...Sticky.

Oh dear! What's this? Your wet diaper here seems to feel a bit...sticky. Hmm, yes, it definitely is! I can even smell it. I can't believe you! You know you're not supposed to be doing that in your diapers.

Are you trying to tell me something, baby? Is that what this is, another kinky confession? You've started making goo-goos in your diapers now too? So, what, you're having adult feelings when you're wearing now? Or maybe you always did? And you thought you'd just release your "urges" right into your diapers, instead of being intimate with me?

Listen, I know you like it when we have "diaper time" or whatever this is, and I don't mind changing you here and there. But I guess I had no idea just how much you love them. Perhaps I should just take it further and make "tummy time" your regular sex life, hmm? You obviously have no desire to properly use that little pee-pee with me, do you? Oh no, don't try to change your story now. Don't give me that. It's not my fault I'm indulging your fetish; I'm just enforcing what you said you wanted. And now I find that you're blowing your load in your piss soaked pampers. Well, that's fine by me! Aw, yeah, such a poor baby, you just couldn't help it, is that what you're going with? Really? That's exactly the kind of immature excuse I'd expect from someone who does this kind of thing in a dirty diaper. No, no. Since you love your diapers so much, you can keep using them, for everything now.

What about me, what do I need? Well, I certainly don't need a little stiffy that's been marinating in yucky diapers! So yeah, I think we'll keep you padded up more often now, and those diapers can just take care of one more thing. Right? So, truly. Thank you, baby, for showing me what you were hesitant to say. I know it can be difficult to communicate your needs clearly like a big boy. I appreciate you trusting me to understand. And after what I've seen today, I'm confident this is the right decision for both of us.

[sissybabyrose-deactivated202605]

🚫🚫 have fun

[crinklemommy]

Your First Diaper

It was all because of your neighbor. Your stupid, stupid neighbor.

You had never even heard your upstairs neighbor until last week. Even then, the asshole was barely home. And yet, they had somehow managed to flood your entire apartment. Didn’t even bother apologizing after ruining nearly everything you owned. Luckily, your girlfriend had just closed on her own house and was eager to share the space with you. Sure, you had only been dating for a few months, but you loved Phoebe. Everything about her. 

Summer was on its last legs when she brought it up for the first time.

“How about a couple’s costume for Nate’s Halloween party?” your girlfriend had asked innocently.

“A couple’s…sure, babe. Whatever you want. Have something in mind?”

Phoebe smirked. “Yeah, I saw a TikTok. Remember that Baby Reindeer show?”

You hesitated, putting down your controller and looking over at her. “Uh, yeah?” 

She nodded, gesturing her hand, as if the implication should be obvious. “I’d be the reindeer. Obviously.”

You scoffed, a playful roll of the eyes. “Sounds insensitive. Wasn’t that show, like, messed up?”

“Oh, hush now. If I don’t get our costumes, you’ll embarrass me in some terrible Party City Stormtrooper outfit. Not happening.”

****

A large package was delivered and quickly squirreled away into your girlfriend’s office the next week. You didn’t think much of it. She was always ordering things for her job. Whatever it was she actually did. You could never quite figure it out.

The strange package came back to mind that night after dinner while you were watching the game. Your attention was diverted when she stood in front of the TV.

“Babe? Move.”

Phoebe put her hands on her hips, her jaw setting tightly. “I told you at dinner, we need to try on our costumes.”

You didn’t quite remember her saying that, but there were a lot of things you seemed to be forgetting recently. “Fine. I’ll be upstairs in five minutes.”

Ten minutes later, when you finally dragged yourself upstairs, you were met with what you assumed was a practical joke. Laying out on the bed was an outfit fit for a six foot tall baby. A pink bonnet. A bib the size of a dinner plate. And worst of all. The diaper.

Diaper didn’t even feel like the right word for that…that pillow lying on the bed. It was at least four inches tall and there was a small stack of white stuffers sitting next to it. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Your entire company was going to be at Nate’s party. They would never let you live this down.

“Ab-so-lutely not.”

Phoebe’s face fell. Her heart skipped and she looked at you like a kicked puppy.

“You don’t love me. Is that it? You’re cheating on me? That’s why you don’t want to do a couple’s costume because you don’t want to post me–” Mommy didn’t even have to commit to the fake tears to break you. “Baby, baby, stop! Stop. Fine, alright? Fine. I’ll wear the dumb costume. Will you calm down?”

Mommy nodded. She smirked. She wasn’t sure what the best part was. That you were now entirely hers. Or that it only took renting an apartment in your shitty building for a month to get you here.

Mommy grinned. She laid you back on the bed and pulled down your pants, rubbing your unpadded princess parts for the last time.

[diaper-dyke]

Okay but imagine me forcing you into diapers and strapping you into a baby bouncer with a rattle and a little remote-controlled vibrator underneath your diaper's liner. I keep you there all day, working on grown-up things that you're just too dumb to understand.

Every hour, I take a quick break to feed you a big bottle of milk, before resuming my adult activities. Since you're just a baby who can't control when you pee yourself, you're making peepees in your diaper in no time at all. As a reward, I turn on the little buzzy toy inside your diaper.

I keep it on a low setting at first, and I turn it off whenever you're close. After all, that diaper can get fuller, and you haven't earned cummies yet. I continue to feed you your bottles, and as you fill your diaper more and more, I turn the setting up more and more.

Eventually, I'm satisified with how much you've filled your diaper. I turn the buzzy toy to its highest setting, allowing you to cum. Your little whimpers and cries are music to my ears, but it's time for the pacifier gag to go in, since Mommy has to go on a call soon. It's a good thing that you'll be occupied with what's going on in that diaper.

Oh, you're so helpless, aren't you baby? There's no thoughts in that little baby brain. All you're able to do is bounce while you make peepees and cummies inside your diaper, over and over and over again. And don't think that I don't see you leaking. I bet you love that all the more, being able to bounce in your own mess both between your legs and beneath your feet while making cummies.

I don't think you'd be coming out of there anytime soon, unless it's for a change. I think you belong there, and I'll make sure you stay there. Don't worry, little one. Mommy will take care of you and all your needs. All you'll need to worry about is bouncing and keeping those diapers nice and full for Mommy. But judging by your performance today, I'd say you'll have no trouble doing that.

I bet you'd enjoy that. I bet you're squeezing your legs together just reading this. Or trying and failing to do so because your diaper is too thick~ Now, come here, baby, and we can make it happen. After all, Mommy knows best! ♡

[crinklemommy]

Hi I was just curious, sorry if this is too personal but I was just curious what you think are must have traits in a little for you personally

There are definitely no must-haves to be a little!

I’ve been with littles who 💖love💖 nothing more than when mommy straps a thick diaper around their waist and bounces them on her knee.

And I’ve been with littles who 💖love💖 to pretend they don’t need diapers. Act like brats. Receive a paddling or two.

Every time I’ve 💖LOVED💖 it!! There’s no wrong way to be a little :3

[crinklemommy]

Mommy who ~promises~ not to tell anyone about your first daytime accident. And she doesn't. At least for a few hours. But she can't help teasing you when you look so pretty with that blush, baby.

[crinklemommy]

Mommy that gave you an enema ONCE and now finds any excuse 💖

Tummy hurts? Let's clean it out.

Fever? We should bring that down.

Dehydrated? Hold it for fifteen minutes.

Back talk? A nice cold enema should take care of that.

[crinklemommy]

Mommy telling you to get on your hands and knees, pulling down your diaper. Mommy rubbing your locked up princess parts for a painfully brief moment. Teasing you. Mommy shoving a suppository into your tight little hole and pulling your diaper back up.

[crinklemommy]

💖 50 Ways to make your little 🔥COMBUST🔥 💖

1. "Not now, sweetheart. The adults are talking."

2. "Come over here and sit on my knee. You're getting too worked up, hm? Let mommy rub your back."

3. "How's our diaper looking?"

4. "Wet already? I changed you thirty minutes ago."

5. "What's that smell, little stinker? Waddle over here."

6. "Are you going to be quiet or does mommy have to get your paci?"

7. "I'm going to count to three and you better be over my knee. One..."

8. "How about an extra stuffer today? I want to prevent a blowout at the mall."

9. "Mommy's a little worried you're only having one messy diaper per day. Let's start adding a lot more fiber into your diet and talk to your doctor, hm?"

10. "Stop squirming or mommy will plug your other hole, too."

11. "Hump mommy's foot, baby doll. I want to see you moan."

12. "Oh, don't pay any attention to those people, sweetheart. They're just not used to someone so cute."

13. "Let's count to twenty together. Mommy has to let the suppository dissolve all the way."

14. "Early bedtime tonight, kiddo. You've been grumpy all day."

15. "Straight jacket or cuffs tonight? You know what, silly mommy. Both is safest."

16. "Can you please try not to leak all over floor, darling? Mommy's washing your playmat."

17. "I know you want stickies, but do you DESERVE stickies? Prove it to me. Good baby."

18. "Mouth closed. Legs open. Don't make mommy get the soap. She'll put it in both ends."

19. "What a sweet little one you've been. Let me make you feel nice and good."

20. "Someone had another accident, huh? That's it, baby. We're going back to the nighttime diapers."

21. "You're getting too dependant to the buzzy wand. Tonight you're going to bounce on mommy's knee until you make stickies."

22. "Of course you need to wear your diaper to the check up, sweetheart. Would you rather pee on the table? I didn't think so."

23. "Oh, you're dry, huh? Do you want to remember the last time you fibbed to mommy and try again. That's what I thought, little one."

24. "If you wont make pushies yourself, baby, that's nothing a healthy dose of Miralax and tunnel plug won't fix. Your choice, darling."

25. "Mommy's hand is getting quite tired of your bottom. Won't you consider behaving?"

26. "Come here. Mommy wants to play with her pet."

27. "You think YOU'RE being punished? Mommy's the one that has to smell your stink all day."

28. "What was that noise? Is someone about to make a present?" 29. "Go get the mail. No, the neighbors don't care, darling. They all know." 30. "That back talk is starting to sound a lot like 'I want an enema' to mommy." 31. "Sit down. Shut up. Suck your paci."

32. "Why are you waddling, darling? Is it from the spanking or do you need a change?"

33. "A few minutes over the knee will turn that attitude around, hm?"

34. "Tonight you get to chose: stickies or a change before bed? Cummies are nice, but that tummy is gurgling, huh?"

35. "If mommy has to say 'quiet hands' one more time, you'll be in your snugglejacket for a week."

36. "Bend over so mommy can check you. No one's looking, darling."

37. "You didn't eat much dinner. Do you want to suckle off mommy instead?"

38. "Don't worry, mommy emailed ALL your professors about your condition, baby. They promised to keep a close eye on you for me."

39. "Try and touch your legs together, baby. Mommy's trying to see something. Aw, so cute. I bet those haven't touched in a while, huh? Good baby."

40. "Uh oh, I know that face. Someone's making pushies, huh? Mommy can change you right after her show is over."

41. "That's a lot of sass coming from the one in the blown-out diaper."

42. "Don't give me that look, baby doll. You know you need the diaper. That's why you're wearing it."

43. "Well, you can tell all your mean coworkers that even big kids wear diapers. Not you, of course. But I'm sure some big kids do."

44. "If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. No pants on when we're home. How else will mommy know you need a change? Get over here."

45. "That's it, keep rubbing against mommy. She'll let you make stickies if you moan sweetly enough."

46. "Is mommy's good baby finally home? I could smell you down the hallway."

47. "Oh, you know ALL your letters, baby? I could've sworn you pooped those out yesterday!"

48. "Come rest your head on mommy's lap, sweetie."

49. "Roll over. Close your eyes. Mommy's gonna make you tingle nice and good."

50. "Come on, baby. Time for a change. No, I don't need to check. You're always a little damp, aren't ya?"

[abdlbikemachanic]

STEVE ETTERY IS A DIAPERED SISSY BABY TRANSVESTITE SHE WANTS TO BE OWNED AND SISSY BABY SHE WANTS TO BE FORCED TO WEAR NAPPIES 24/7 NEVER TO USE TOILET SHE WANT SOME ONE TO LOCK HER IN CHASTITY CAGE SHES WANTS TO BE A COCK SUCKING DIAPERED SISSY BABY PLESADE MAKE SURE SHE ENDS UP SAME AS THIS SISSY DIAPERED FAGGOT AND REBLOG PLEASE MAKE SURE SHE REGRETS EVER ASKING MAKE SURE SHE CAN NO LONGER BE A REAL MAN ONLY KEPT A DIAPERED SISSY BABY TRANSVESTITE FOREVER

[abdlstories777-deactivated20250]

as molly crawled through chasing her son who just wouldnt listen

she had a feeling of embarassment and utter shame wash over her. she felt and looked like a silly infant

she also felt a strange feeling of pure joy. she liked it. she liked that adults were giggling at her. she liked it when another mum jokingly cooed at her

molly was at home with feeling like a little girl. she thought about going wee wee. the thought made her wince and dip in shame. how silly would she feel.

how would she smell. would anyone clean it up or would a child shout and point and tell everyone a grown women wet herself

imagine having to watch as another mum cleaned up her shame. maybe someone would take her to the bathroom and undress her

making sure to give her lots and lots of cuddels and kisses. molly crawled out without wetting this time but did agree she would come back next week