Old School AB

Cloth+Pins+Plastic Pants

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[stinky-in-pinky]

Non-Chalance

I'm staring at the ceiling again. I practically have the constellations of the popcorn plaster memorized now after 6 months of this.

“Your mom called while you were down for your nap...” She says as she tears the tapes of the diaper off. One, then the other, and the flap falls open. She barely even blinks, using the front of the diaper to scrape most of the mess down in one big swipe. “She’s still going on about that cruise.”

The package crinkles as she pulls out three wipes in quick succession. “I told her we'd think about it. But honestly, babe, I don’t know if I’m for it. Getting a passport is such a hassle these days, and those ships are gross.” She says as she wipes the shit off my creases with hardly even a wrinkle of her nose. She folds it over once, swipes again, then tosses it down into the open diaper and grabs some more.

With one hand, she grips both of my ankles and hoists my legs up. I feel so vulnerable and ashamed as my dirty crack is on display. But she doesn't hesitate, doesn't comment, just wipes me down front to back in one smooth motion between my cheeks like it's the most normal thing in the world. My sphincter twitches involuntarily at the sudden air and the wet drag. She doesn’t acknowledge it. She never does.

How does she not find it weird that she's wiping her 44-year old husband's ass? I want to disappear, I want the floor to swallow me. Even after all this time, I'm still so embarrassed and humiliated, but she couldn't be anymore non-chalant about it as her fingers dig the wipe over my butthole. She checks the cold fabric for a brown streak, folds it over, and does it again until it's clean.

“She asked how you were doing, of course.” Her voice stays light, conversational. “I told her you’re fine, no big changes. She sounded happy about that.”

My mother doesn't know that my wife keeps me in diapers 24/7. She doesn't know that call I someone else 'Mommy' now.

Ava lets my legs down, checking me over for any missed spots. Finally she takes one more fresh wipe and drapes it over my cage and balls. The wipe comes away sticky, ropes of constant pre-cum clinging to it. But once again she doesn't acknowledge or comment on it. It's just the norm now. Expected.

She drops the final wipe the dirty pile beneath me, and balls it all up inside the soiled diaper. Folding the tabs over to secure it tightly so it's a big round mound.

"I also called a plumber about the downstairs toilet." She continues casually as she sets the dirty diaper down next to us, and unfolds a fresh one, “Just because you don’t use it anymore doesn’t mean it can just sit there all backed up. He said he can probably make it out tomorrow."

A lump forms in my throat at that. A small part of me used the broken toilet as a reason why I had to use the diapers. Without that excuse, I was just left knowing it wasn't from lack of options, diapers were my only option no matter what.

She fluffs up the diaper as big as she can make it, then plants it down flat. "Can you lift up for me, hon?" she asks sweetly. Too sweetly. She slides it under my hips while she continues her one-way conversation. There's no talking while my pacifier's in.

“Taxes are coming up too," she says as she powders the area with cool, white clouds. Smoothing it in with the flat of her palm between my cheeks, over my balls, all with the detached efficiency of someone spreading sunscreen on a little one before the pool. No lingering. No teasing. Just matter-of-fact caretaking. "I’ve got most of the receipts and stuff pulled together already. Shouldn’t take long.”

Ava pulls the front of the diaper up snug. Another fresh little home for me to live in for the next several hours. She smooths it down, adjusts the fit, then grips one of the tapes. "“Oh, and Sandra texted too. She’s coming over Saturday afternoon. I told her we'd just be hanging around, doing the usual."

The implication hangs unspoken: I'll still be in diapers. Still dressed in whatever snap-crotch onesie or shortalls she picks out that morning. To Ava, none of this is taboo anymore. It's just Tuesday. Last time her best friend Sandra was over, Ava had me draped over her lap, latched to her breast, breastfeeding while the women discussed work drama. When Ava felt the warmth spreading between my legs and pressing against her thigh, she didn't even glance down or pause the story. She simply eased me down onto the living room floor, popped the snaps of my onesie open, and changed me right then and there while discussing the latest episode of Real Housewives. She even handed me a rattle afterwards to keep me 'entertained'.

And that’s the worst part.

If she laughed at me, if she smirked while taping me shut, if she yelled when I fussed, if she cooed exaggerated baby talk or spanked me for “being naughty,” if she ever turned vicious or cruel or even just triumphant: I could hate her for it. I could tell myself this is a game, a punishment, a malicious powerplay. I could cling to anger, to resentment, to the thin comfort of seeing her as the villain.

But she doesn’t. She’s gentle. She’s patient. She’s… kind.

It's incredibly disarming.

The last tape of the fresh diaper presses down firm, sealing me in with a final rip of adhesive. She pats the front once, twice, then grips my hands and helps pull me upright.

“They had a new flavor at the store today." She says, pulling out my pacifier, "Pureed Chicken and peas. Would you like to try that one, or stick with the carrot-squash?”

My nose turns upward at both options. "Carrot-squash."

"Good choice." She smiles, kissing me on the forehead, picking up the still-warm dirty diaper and placing it carefully in my hands. "Can you be a big helper and put this in the pail for me? I'm gonna go get your num-nums ready and warm you up a bottle."

She didn’t mock me. She didn’t pity me. She didn’t even acknowledge how absurd it all is.

She just continued the morning.

And somehow that made it worse. Because it means this isn’t temporary. It isn’t punishment.

It’s simply our life now.

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bliss..

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..in a perfect world

[stinky-in-pinky]

The Quickest Surrender

“Hold it right there.” Luna said as he tried to slip past.

He froze mid-step.

She already had that smug, knowing smirk plastered across her face. “Is there anything you want to tell me?” she asked,

He gave a quick, nervous shake of his head.

“Mmm-hmm… You sure?” Luna pursed her lips together. “Because someone’s got a little waddle going on… and those cheeks are turning niicce and pink...." She gave him a slow up-and-down look. "Someone’s been busy in his pamper again, hasn’t he?”

“I’m not wet!” he blurted. “I swear, it’s dry! I haven’t gone since the last change when—”

“Uh-huh. Sure, baby.” Her smirk deepened. “I didn’t even mention being wet yet, and you jumped right to it, didn't you? Drop those pants right now so Nurse Luna can check. I think we both know what we’re going to find...”

His hands trembled as he pushed his pants down to his thighs. The heavy, sagging diaper put on full display.

“Oh my! Look how plump and swollen you are!!” Luna cooed. “I don’t even need to touch it to know it’s soaked. That little sag right there? That’s what we in the business call a heavy one. I’ve changed hundreds of these, sweetie. I can spot a thoroughly used pamper from across the room. So go ahead…keep telling me how dry you are. I’ve got all afternoon...”

He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, face burning with embarrassment. “I… I really didn’t mean to…” he mumbled weakly, hands twitching like he wanted to pull his pants back up.

Luna let out a soft, amused laugh and shook her head.

“Aww, look at you still trying so hard to be a big boy for me,” she said, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But big boys don’t walk around with warm, swollen diapers between their legs, do they? They use the potty like they’re supposed to.”

She paused, letting the words hang in the air as she stared at the obvious heavy sag between his legs.

“So tell me, sweetie…you were free to use the potty whenever you needed to. No one was stopping you.” Her head tilted, eyes sparkling with amusement. “So why exactly are you standing here in a soaking wet pamper instead?”

He opened his mouth, face burning. “I… I couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time…”

Luna raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning sharp and skeptical.

“Oh really? Couldn’t make it?” She tilted her head. “It’s not like the bathroom is far. It’s not like your mittens were on. The door wasn’t locked. Nothing was stopping you. You know that you're allowed to use the potty anytime you want. You don’t have to use your diapers.”

She didn't believe him for a second, her voice dripped with condescending sweetness. "So go on, keep telling me your little story."

He tried again, sounding desperate. “I-I really had to go…”

“Did you now?” Luna cooed, lifting the half-empty bottle and giving it a little shake. “I changed you into a fresh diaper just two hours ago. You barely finished half your ba-ba. And if you really needed to go that bad, you could have just used your words and told me. We could have walked you to the potty, pulled your pampers down, and let you pee-pee like any normal, potty-trained man would. I might have even held it for you.”

She leaned in slightly, eyes sparkling with mock curiosity.

“So what seems to be the problem here… hmm?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He stammered helplessly, completely lost for words, face burning with humiliation.

Luna waited a beat, clearly savoring his silence, then continued smoothly.

“The way I see it, two things could have happened here…” she held up a finger, "One: you didn’t even realize you needed to go. You just let it happen without thinking. That means the unpotty training your wife hired me for is already rewiring that brain of yours.”

She raised another finger, “Or two… you knew you had to go, but instead of using the potty you were freely allowed to use, you deliberately chose to piss all over yourself, to wet your diaper…on purpose."

She crossed her arms, eyes gleaming expectantly.

"So which one is it, baby? Was it an accident? An 'uh oh's'? Or did you decide a diaper was where you preferred to go pee-pee?”

He stammered, eyes darting away. “I… I don’t know… it wasn’t like that…”

Luna’s smirk grew wider, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

“It’s only been two weeks since your wife hired me,” she said calmly, considering. “Full unpotty-training can't have taken hold yet in such a short window, even with a professional like me. Which usually means one thing…”

She let the words linger, watching his reaction.

“I’ve seen this pattern before with quite a few clients. They pout, they whine, they throw little tantrums and swear they hate their diapers.”

Luna gave a small, knowing pause.

“Some of them like the attention. Some of them like to be spanked. And some of them?” Her voice dropped into a soft, conspiratorial tone. “Some of them get so excited the second I start changing their diapers that they pop a little baybee boner right there on the table. I have to be extra careful when I wipe them so they don’t make a goo-goo mess all over the place from just the slightest touch.”

She looked him up and down slowly, her smirk deepening.

“And you… you’re starting to act just like them.”

“What?? That’s ridiculous!” he protested. “You think I actually like wearing these stupid things?!”

“That’s exactly what I think,” Luna replied calmly.

He scoffed. “You’re crazy.”

“Am I?” She raised an eyebrow. “So if I check inside your diaper right now… am I going to find anything a little… stiff?”

He backed up half a step, hands moving to cover himself.

“Nu-uh. No running.” Luna set the bottle and fresh diaper down. “You stay right here. Hands behind your back so I can get a proper look.”

He stood quivering as she stepped in close and groped the front of the soaked diaper firmly.

“Hmm… definitely wet,” Luna murmured, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze. Then her voice suddenly jumped into exaggerated, mocking delight. “And… ohhh my goodness! What’s this?" she gasped, "Is that a little stiffy I feel twitching away in there?”

He let out a mortified whimper, hips twitching involuntarily under her hand.

She tugged the waistband forward and peered inside, grinning wide.

“Oh my! It sure is!!” she exclaimed, eyes lighting up with glee.

He tried to twist away, face burning crimson, but she held the diaper open with one hand and kept him in place.

“Awww! Look at you!” Luna cooed, voice thick with fake sympathy. “Soaked like a widdle tottler and your tiny tinky winky is rock hard in its pissy pamper! Throbbing and leaking like crazy…”

She gave the front another playful squeeze, watching him squirm.

“Well, well, well,” she purred. “Just like I thought. I’ve seen this exact pathetic little routine dozens of times: grown men swearing they hate their diapers right up until their tiny widdle wee-wee starts leaking in one. Pathetic… and sooo predictable.”

Luna gave the front of his soaked and tented diaper one last firm, possessive squeeze, watching him tremble. She pulled her hand back slowly, clearly savoring his humiliation, then tilted her head with that signature smug smirk.

“So tell me the truth right now, loud and clear...” she continued, voice sweet but commanding. “Are you going to keep pretending you want to be a big boy who uses the potty...or..." She leaned in closer, eyes locked on his, her face only inches away, "...are you going to admit you prefer pampers?”

He squirmed desperately, shifting his weight from foot to foot, the heavy soaked diaper crinkling loudly between his legs. His hands clenched into fists behind his back as sweat beaded on his forehead. He tried to look away, but she gently caught his chin with two fingers and turned his face back to hers.

“Say it,” she whispered, almost tenderly. “Say ‘I don’t wanna use the potty anymore, Nurse Luna. I love going in my diapers. I only want to use my pampers!’”

The silence stretched painfully long.

Luna simply waited, patient and utterly confident, still holding his chin so he couldn’t escape her gaze. The only sounds in the room were his ragged breathing and the occasional wet crinkle of his sagging pamper. His face burned crimson. His erection throbbed visibly against the front of the soaked diaper. Every second that passed made the humiliation worse. He knew she could see exactly how conflicted and excited he was.

“Go on, baby… We both know it’s true. Say it for Nurse Luna.”

He swallowed hard, lips trembling. His eyes darted around the room, desperate for any escape, but there was none. The weight of her stare, the warmth of his own mess pressing against him, and the undeniable stiffness between his legs finally broke him.

“I… I don’t wanna use the potty anymore, Nurse Luna,” he whispered, voice cracking with shame. “I love going in my diapers. I only want to use my d-d-diapers...”

Luna’s smile widened, slow and deeply satisfied.

“There we gooo!!” she said softly, almost tenderly. “That’s exactly what I thought. I’ve seen this dozens of times, you know. Grown men swearing they hate their diapers, fighting it so hard… right up until they finally admit they love using them. You’re not becoming incontinent, sweetie… you’re choosing your diapers because you like them. Perfectly capable of holding it… you just don’t want to anymore! Do you?!?"

She gave his throbbing front one last teasing pat. “And because you were so honest with me, I’m going to give you a little reward!" She said, smirking. "Part of unpotty-training is getting you properly sensitized to your diapers, teaching that little brain to associate them with pleasure. So Nurse Luna is going to be extra nice today…”

She let the words hang for a moment, watching him squirm with anticipation and lingering shame.

“So here’s how this is going to work, sweetie,” she said. “You’re gonna get down on all fours like you do for tummy time… but this time you’re going to grind that hard little thing against your warm, pissy pamper until you make a biiiigg sticky mess in it!”

He flushed deep red but didn’t argue. In fact, he was surprisingly intrigued. As he started to obey and drop to his knees, her hand pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him.

“Nu-uh uh!" She clicked her tongue, "Not until I hear you say it again, baby. Not until you admit to me exactly how much you wuv your widdle diapurrs!! Say it, baby...use your words.”

His face burned crimson. “I… I wuv my diapurrs, Nurse Luna…”

“Louder.”

“I wuv my widdle diapurrs!!!” he repeated, voice shaking.

“Good boy." She grinned, "Now get down on the floor.”

He dropped to all fours immediately and began humping frantically, grinding his rock-hard erection against the heavy, soaked, squelching padding with wild, shameless abandon. His hips bucked desperately, the loud crinkling and wet squishing sounds echoing through the living room as he rutted like a desperate animal in heat. Soft, needy whimpers and moans spilled from his mouth as he humped harder and faster, completely lost in the filthy pleasure of his own mess.

“Keep saying it, honey,” Luna cooed. “Tell me while you hump. Tell me you never want to use the potty again.”

“I love my diapers…” he gasped between frantic thrusts. “I never want to use the potty again… I only want my pampers… I love my diapers…!”

His movements grew even more frantic, hips slamming harder against the warm, heavy mess. “I love my diapers… I only want my pampers… I never want to use the potty again…!”

Any last reservations had completely vanished. He was moaning openly now, repeating the humiliating phrases over and over like a broken record while he desperately fucked his own soaked diaper.

"I never want to use the potty again! Just pampers! Just pampurrs! Just...just..."

Less than twenty seconds later his whole body locked up. His hips stuttered violently as he came. Hard. Flooding the already-soaked pamper with thick ropes of cum, groaning loudly into the carpet. Luna watched with a delighted smirk as his pathetic little spasms continued, milking out every last drop into his padding.

He collapsed forward, gasping and trembling. The heavily soaked diaper crinkled and squelched as he sluggishly rolled onto his back. His eyes fluttered open, still glassy and half-lidded, only to widen in sudden horror as he spotted Luna’s phone aimed straight at him...recording everything.

“Oh my goodness! Done already??” Luna exclaimed in exaggerated shock, pointing the camera at her own mock-surprised face. “In twenty seconds? Aww! Someone must really love their pampers, huh?”

Post-nut clarity slammed into him like a truck. The shame hit hard. He cursed himself silently for letting his horniness take over, for saying those pathetic things, for humping his own pissy diaper like a desperate addict while she watched. And now it was all on video. Proof. Irrefutable evidence for his wife.

He tried to cover himself and reach for the phone, but she smacked his hands away.

“Nu-uh! No hiding now.” She leaned over him and drew up the waistband so she could peek inside his diaper. Eyes going exaggeratedly wide.

“Wow… such a big, nasty sticky mess in there!!” she laughed softly. “Look at all that cum mixed with your pee-pee. You really creamed your pamper like a proper little diaper boy. So fast, too! How pathetic.”

She slipped two fingers into the warm, sticky interior, slowly stirring through the thick mixture of his cum and piss. When she pulled them back out they were coated in glossy, stringy goo. “Look at this…” she murmured, holding her glistening fingers up in front of his face, spreading them so he could see the stringy ropes between them. “Open up, baby. Taste what you just did.

When he hesitated, she simply pressed the sticky fingertips against his lips until he obediently opened and began to lick. The salty, warm taste of his own mess filled his mouth as she watched with smug satisfaction.

She gave the soggy, cum-filled front a patronizing pat, pressing the warm, sticky mess firmly against his sensitive skin.

“Looks like we have all the evidence we need,” Luna said with deep satisfaction. She finally lowered the phone, giving him a long, amused look as he lay there spent and humiliated. “Wait until your wife sees this. She’ll see exactly how effective I am at unpotty training you. Look at you… repeating how much you love your diapers and how you never want the potty again, while you humped your messy pamper like a desperate little bitch!”

Luna smiled down at him sweetly, clearly savoring the shame washing over his face. She casually tossed the fresh diaper onto the coffee table.

“You won’t be needing this one,” she said lightly. “You’re going to stay right there in that warm, sticky one you made for yourself.”

She pulled him up to his feet and guided him over to the blue couch. Luna sat down and firmly draped him across her lap, cradling his head in the crook of her arm. She picked up the half-empty bottle and pressed the nipple to his lips.

He squirmed and turned his head away with a weak, embarrassed whimper.

“Nu-uh,” Luna cooed. “Don’t fuss, baby. I think we're way past that by now. Do you need a little reminder of the state you’re in? Hmm?! Should we look inside your diaper again? Do you need to see what you did?”

She reached down and lifted the waistband of his heavily soiled diaper, holding it open so he could see the glistening, stringy cave of cum coating the entire inside.

He shook his head frantically, eyes wide with shame.

“Yeah… I think we do need another reminder..." Luna said with mock sympathy. She slipped her fingers back into the warm, sticky interior, scooped up a thick, glossy glob of his cum, and slowly smeared it all over the rubber nipple of the bottle until it was shiny and dripping.

She pressed the goo-coated nipple firmly against his lips.

“Open up, baby. Taste what you made while you drink your ba-ba.”

He whimpered, but didn't protest anymore, just hesitantly took the cum-crusted bottle into his mouth.

“Good boy,” she praised softly, rocking him gently as he began to suck. Her free hand slowly patted between his legs, pressing the warm, sticky mess against him with every rhythmic pat.

“Feel that?” she whispered tenderly. “That warm, sticky goo-goo you just made? That’s all yours, honey. I didn’t make you do that. You didn’t have to say those things. You didn’t have to hump your pamper like a desperate little cum-pumper…”

He let out a soft, mortified whimper around the bottle nipple, his cheeks burning hotter as he suckled. The pathetic little sound only made Luna’s smile widen.

She continued rocking him, her voice calm, soothing, and utterly condescending.

“You know...most men I get assigned to take months to become fully diaper-dependent” she cooed. “Daily hypnosis sessions, constant punishments, positive reinforcement when they use their diapers, negative reinforcement when they even think about the potty… the whole program. Some of them fight me for half a year before they finally break.”

She leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head, her hand still patting the soggy, cum-filled front of his diaper.

“But you? You broke completely in just two weeks.” Her voice dripped with mock amazement. “So eager to give up the potty! Forever. How adorable… and how pathetic.”

He whimpered again beneath the bottle, a high, embarrassed sound that vibrated around the nipple as he nursed. Luna chuckled softly.

“So while you’re suckling your ba ba like a good widdle baybee, I want you to really let this sink in…” She rocked him a little slower, pressing the sticky mess more firmly against his skin with each pat. “I didn’t unpotty train you, sweetie… you did it to yourself. You chose your pampers over a potty. You’re going to be pee-peeing and poo-pooing in nothing else from now on. And now you get to sit in everything you chose like the good little diaper boy you wanted to be.”

Luna smiled sweetly down at him, watching his eyes glisten with shame.

“That’s right… Let allll the choices you made soak in… until your wife gets home… and you can show and tell her yourself.”

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💧Wet (Not mine)

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Oh my o my.. #1 & #2 at once..

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Cw playtime pushies

Part of my 1K follower thank you post 😁

Have a tummy ache during playtime?

Just pushh!!

Scrunch your face, clench your fists, lean forward and pushh!!

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Playtime pushy..

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Motherly..

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My crib is my safe space.. I love being in my crib

[prettyprettypaci2-deactivated20]

Put Your Thumb in Your Mouth 👍😲

Right now. As soon as you read this.

Don't take it out. Just count with me.

One... 👍😖

Two... 👍😖

Three... 👍😖

It's a little strange, isn't it? But not...entirely unpleasant. There's something satisfying about the way it fits in there. Just the right size to fill up the space.

Four... 👍🙁

Five... 👍🙁

It's odd how quickly you adjusted, isn't it? That cold, dry thumb is all warm and wet now. Without even trying, you've probably suckled it a bit, or swirled your tongue around it. Wasn't that an interesting sensation?

Six... 👍😳

Seven... 👍😳

Eight... 👍😳

You could get used to this, actually. Close your eyes. Focus on breathing. Inhale. Suck. Exhale. Suck. Inhale. Suck. Exhale. Suck. What a relaxing rhythm! Imagine a pretty rainbow of energy traveling down your throat, then up your shoulder, along your arm, and back to your thumb: this is your body in tune with itself.

Nine... 👍😊

Ten... 👍😊

You don't have to stop. You can just keep counting. Suck your thumb while you scroll, while you read, while you watch TV, while you sleep...

There's really no reason not to.

Do it.

Be a thumb-sucker 👍🥰

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..beats a paci for going all the way into little space

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Bring on the bliss..

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I love my yellow ducky diaper pins.. ❤️

..and my perfect plastic pants..

Prefolds rule..

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Just ducky..

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Wishful thinking..

“Have you been sneaking into my pantie drawer little boy”

“Uh huh.. cuz I wish I had a pretty pussy like you, mommy. You’re so lucky!”

You’re right.. mommy does have a pretty vagina. All us ladies are so very very lucky to have a pretty vagina between our legs”

“AND.. we get to wear pretty panties too!”

“I don’t mind if you want to wear my panties honey, but take them from the hamper from now on, ok?”

“But aren’t those dirty mommy?”

“Well..yes honey. But trust me, you will love the way they smell like mommy’s juices..”

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Mommy’s panties

[cozynursery]

Caught being Mommy’s helpless little baby in front of the big girls 💕👶 No hiding those crinkly diapers now So red-faced and cute, but that’s what happens when you’re not ready for big kid school 💦📚

Mommy loves when her baby is extra embarrassed and extra soggy in front of others 😘 …Who else wants Mommy to lay them down for a change while the girls giggle?

✨ Like & reblog if you’d be blushing just like this cutie ✨

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See my last post

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Yes please..

[robbie-little]

What I love as a little and WHY

1. Wet and dirty diapers - I love giving my trust to someone to take care of that and fully letting myself give into it.

2. A snug binky shield - Self soothing is so important but when you feel that shield right up against your face it’s a constant reminder of your status.

3. Being disciplined - depending on what it is being punished is again a level of trust that I hand to someone else.

4. Being fed - you don’t make, you don’t pick you just accept and your attitude can certainly be random on what it is your being fed.

5. Breast feeding - connect with another person on a primal and instinctive level it’s literally brain melting.

6. Humiliation - “you stink, let’s change that diaper” “no, you can’t do that” “its bed time NOW” “milkies now before I leave” - you take away my choice and given in normal moments I have so much stress with things I need it taken from me.

7. Wearing in public and not obvious little moments - wearing and using my diaper in public, wearing my solid color onesie and peek-abu hat in public it’s not obvious unless you know what to look for. It’s like secret known by few.

Leave comments let me know your thoughts!

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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 25000 likes!

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“It’s ok baby, you can come in the bathroom and watch.. See? Mommies have to go potty too!” 3/30

Hi baby!

Oh.. I forgot to close the door..

..tinkle tinkle

..almost done honey..

..time to wipe..

..let’s pull up our panties..

Oops.. one more wipe

yes.. this is where you came from, sweetie

[diaper-girls-ai]

[pamperedinpink]

Madeline had the house and horse stable to herself since her husband was out of town on business for a few days. A big coffee drinker, Madeline was planning to wear a diaper while she did her chores today, hoping to save time running back and forth from the barn to the house for pee breaks.

Adult diapers were a productivity trick her friend Nancy had suggested. Nancy had even given her a box of diapers to try out, and today was her third time using one. Nancy was right. She could keep working and not skip a beat! As practical as the diapers were, though, Madeline didn’t have the nerve to tell her husband about them. He probably wouldn’t understand. Something told her she’d best keep this to herself.

Madeline had been working for four hours already, and it was only now 11:30 am. Time for a break. Still new to diapers, a lifetime of conditioning meant she couldn’t help hesitating briefly before letting go when her bladder called for relief. Still, she had given in fairly quickly today, and with three large tumblers of coffee and two glasses of water under her belt, her latest diaper was getting a workout.

Maybe it was the fact that her husband was out of town, but there was something different about today. The convenience of diapers had been evident from the start. But Madeline had not anticipated the sensory pleasures of the experience. Nancy didn’t mention anything to her about how cozy and snug they were. And so very intimate. Madeline felt a rush each time she flooded the padding. Mmm, the way her diaper swelled so dramatically… and got squishy… it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It reminded her of when she was a carefree toddler, except now she was as an adult, using an adult diaper, and it was causing a decidedly more adult response. Even the gentle trickling sound was creating new sensations. Distracting sensations. She didn’t know exactly why she liked it — ASMR? — but she couldn’t deny that she did.

By this point her diaper was pretty soaked. Unsure what the capacity was, she thought this was probably a logical time to switch out of her diaper and maybe go back to her usual underwear. Maybe wash up a little. Maybe eat some lunch.

The thing is, the distractions made her less motivated to take the diaper off. Back to normal sounded boring. She liked wearing the diaper. She liked using it. She liked that it was soaked. She had an inclination to use this one until it started to leak. Or better yet… her mind started wandering in yet another direction. She needed to do more than pee. She needed to do the other thing babies do in diapers. Normally she goes numero dos within a few minutes of waking up. For whatever reason, though, her body was just not ready to purge at 6 am today — nor, for that matter, all of yesterday. This presented an unexpected opportunity. 

Madeline was aware she had a significant, ahem, backlog, and the need to release it was growing urgent. For the first time in her adult life, she found herself weighing two options: whether to head back to the house and use the bathroom… or simply go right here, right now, in her diaper. She felt ashamed but intrigued by her own thoughts. She stared straight ahead and considered her choices. It was going to be a big one, wherever it ended up.

The internal debate abruptly ended. No, she thought, she was not going to pass up the opportunity. She would not be going inside for this.

“Oh, why not, the diaper is wet anyway,” Madeline reasoned aloud.

She discarded her shorts to avoid any potential interference and crouched there in the barn. She began to push, gently at first. Nothing doing. This was a boulder, and she would need to be more purposeful. She placed her hands on a bale of hay to balance herself and pushed harder. And pushed again — this time emitting an audible grunt. That seemed to break the logjam. Yes... things were starting to move. Oh yeah, it was definitely coming now. Slowly but surely the big mass emerged and began to slide into her diaper.

She could hear the plastic backing of the diaper crackling as it stretched forcefully downward and outward to accommodate the firm, fat bundle. One last grunt and it was all out. It was warm and heavy as the massive load came to rest.

Madeline let out an involuntary sigh of relief. “Oh my God,” she moaned loudly. “I can’t believe I just did that.” She reached behind her back to feel the bulge in her diaper. She liked the way it felt, plump and sturdy and substantial, buried in the soft padding. Well, that was a weirdly enjoyable experience, she said to herself. Her pleasant reverie was quickly disrupted by a familiar voice.

“Oh, you definitely did it, baby girl,” the voice said. “Yes, you did. You sure did.”

Madeline jerked her head to the right. It was Nancy. Madeline had long ago told Nancy she could come by anytime she wanted, but she wasn’t expecting her today. And now Nancy stood no more than 15 feet away, smiling.

Madeline turned beet red as her hands swung reflexively to her face in shame. “Oh hell, how long have you been standing there?” she blurted out.

“Well, I walked up just as you were squatting down, and I could tell right away what was happening,” Nancy replied. “You looked so cute, I didn’t want to interrupt. It’s OK. I do it all the time. Matter of fact, I hardly ever use a toilet anymore. Isn’t it fun?”

“This is my first time doing this,” Madeline explained as if she had been caught shoplifting.

“Awww… sorry I caught you off guard, but I’m so glad I could witness your first,” Nancy said in a giddy voice.

Normally Madeline would have been too embarrassed by her circumstances to speak, but Nancy was clearly sympathetic, and the secret was already out, so there was no point in trying to hide. She stood up slowly and said, “I guess I should have been more careful. Oh well. What’s done is done.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, cutie. You’re such a good little girl. You must’ve really had to go!” Nancy said, her tone resembling a mom speaking to her toddler.

“Yeah, I did. I should go get cleaned up.”

“Hold up, babygirl. I’ll take care of you. You just let Mommy change your diaper,” Nancy said. “It’s best to have a grownup do it for you.”

“No, I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Madeline said.

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. In fact, as your mommy, I insist!”

“Well… OK,” Madeline replied.

Nancy stepped closer and patted the back of Madeline’s bloated diaper. “Yep, it’s a big one, all right. My goodness!”

“I couldn’t go yesterday,” Madeline said. She was blushing again.

“Honestly, that’s the best way… when you’re unable to go so you have to wait till the next day. So much more satisfying when you’re a little backed up, and then it’s day two and suddenly you can’t wait another minute! Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up.”

Madeline felt another wave of humiliation waddling toward the house, her overloaded nappy sagging noticeably from her hips as her friend followed her. Once they were inside, Nancy went into caretaker mode. She opened Madeline’s linen closet and found an old plastic tablecloth, then spread it out on the guest bed.

“This will serve as a changing pad. Lay yourself down so Mommy can change you,” Nancy said in an exaggerated, motherly tone.

Madeline did as instructed, slightly surprised yet amused by her friend’s roleplaying approach.

With Madeleine on her back, Nancy gently unfastened the tapes from her friend’s thoroughly used diaper and pulled the front of it down, revealing the contents within. Madeline felt terribly exposed as a slight breeze of cool air descended on her, and she blushed again. It was a surreal, humbling position, yet Nancy remained unfazed and steadfast, acting as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Legs up, sweetheart! We’re going to get babygirl all cleaned up,” she said.

Madeline was so embarrassed, yet so calmed too, by Nancy’s maternal demeanor that she felt a new kind of safety and security. And love.

Madeline didn’t want to watch, so she stared at the ceiling as Nancy continued working. Minutes later the used diaper had been removed and disposed of, Madeline was thoroughly clean, and Nancy was sprinkling baby powder over her lower body. Soon a fresh diaper had been taped into place. “Now. You should be good for a few hours. Ready to start the whole process again?” Nancy said.

“Thanks, Nance. You’re so good to me.”

“Of course! Just one more thing,” Nancy said. She reached into her purse and pulled out a colorful little bundle of plastic.

It was a diaper cover—a pair of plastic pants featuring a babyish print of ponies and bunnies festooned with little pink ribbons and bows. “Aren’t these cute? They go over your diaper,” Nancy said. “They’re nice and thick, and they fit so snugly that your diaper won’t sag as much. They also add to the crinkles and the little feeling.” Madeline shivered with delight as Nancy pulled the plastic pants up to her navel. It was another layer, literally, of tactile awakening. And noisy. Again with the auditory stimuli!

“Check it out,” Nancy said, pulling up her shirt to reveal a similar diaper cover peeking over her waistband. “I ordered two and figured I’d give you one. That’s actually why I came over today. I was going to confess to you how much I love diapers. But then I saw you squatting, and well, now I don’t have to!”

“Ha! I was wondering if you had a diaper on,” Madeline said.

“Always. I’m basically 24/7 now,” Nancy said. “I’ve also been buying a bunch of cute adult baby clothes. It’s even more exciting to dress up like a baby and get into the little head space when you’re diapered. Maybe tomorrow you can come over, and we can be baby girls and have a daylong play date! We’re the same size, and I have a ton of precious little outfits you can wear. Little-girl toys and activities too.”

“Ooh, that sounds like fun,” Madeline said. With that, she got up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was delighted by the look and feel of the babyish plastic pants.

“Adorable,” Nancy said, planting a quick kiss on Madeline’s forehead. “Just adorable!”

Madeline realized she had entered into a new era in her life. It was unusual and a tad confusing, but she was looking forward to more diaper adventures with her friend.



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