I'm an early 30s ABDL boy! I've been exploring and learning new things about ABDL for close to 9 years now, and I still have a lot to learn 😀
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I've been enjoying these Kiddo Premium Nights lately, but I cannot for the life of me remember why I have them in a size large. They're almost too big for me to wear safely. And they go up to my boobs. Not ideal!
Did someone gift them to me? Did I accidentally order the wrong size? Were mediums out of stock and I convinced myself a large would be fine? What was past bbabybbear thinking?! 😂
It's a shame because I still have quite a few left. Maybe I should use them to double up over a smaller diaper…
I've been enjoying these Kiddo Premium Nights lately, but I cannot for the life of me remember why I have them in a size large. They're almost too big for me to wear safely. And they go up to my boobs. Not ideal!
Did someone gift them to me? Did I accidentally order the wrong size? Were mediums out of stock and I convinced myself a large would be fine? What was past bbabybbear thinking?! 😂
It's a shame because I still have quite a few left. Maybe I should use them to double up over a smaller diaper…
oh no, you fell in the spring of drowned princess! you'll turn into an adorable diapered princess whenever you get wet, and turn back when you stay dry for a day! but, i mean, you're an adult, right? that shouldn't be so hard for you!
CW: This one starts out more horror than kinky. If you don't like spiders, I might skip the start of this one.
"Love, are you sure you heard something down here? It looks pretty empty to me," I say as I slowly pan my flashlight through the entrance to our crawlspace.
Rosalyn's small hands squeeze my shoulders firmly, gently holding me in place where I crouch.
"I'm sure!" My wife answers determinedly, "It sounded like some small animal was stuck down there."
I feel Roz lean in close behind me, peering into the dirty, cramped, and dark space herself. She shudders a bit as she notices a large, nearby cobweb--a physical reminder of just how long it's been since anyone crawled under our house.
"It could be a baby rabbit, love. One of the ones we saw in the yard the other day? I don't want a bunny dying under our house."
I don't need to turn and look at my wife to know how upset she is at the idea of an animal dying. Her soft heart has always been one of my biggest reasons for loving her. That said, I am not excited about stuffing all 6'2" of myself into that tiny hole to hunt for a hypothetically stranded rabbit.
I let out a deep sigh.
"I don't know, babe. If it is down there and found a way in, I'm sure it can find its way back out."
Roz lightly kisses my cheek as she lets her hands drift from my shoulders to my biceps. I'm no bodybuilder, but I am proud of my frame. Rosalyn knows this.
"Oh, Alex," she purrs in my ear, "I'm sure my big, strong man afraid of something as silly as crawling around in the dark for the bit?"
I blush a little at her words prick at my ego before craning my neck a little to look back at her.
"I'm not afraid!" I protest, "I'm just not a fan of crawling through spiderwebs. Maybe you should go look instead?"
My words have the exact effect I am expecting. A short flash of panic followed by embarrassment crosses my wife's face. Her love of all animals has never extended to spiders.
She quickly shakes off the words though, slapping my arm playfully.
"You're the man of the house," she responds playfully, "Playing in the dirt and dark with all of those spiders is in your job description. Actually, wasn't it even in one of your vows?"
I shake my head and sigh in resignation.
"Fuck feminism, I guess?" I chirp back as I drop to all fours and begin to crawl through the small portal to the unseen world of whatever creepy-crawlies reside there.
Just before the hole completely swallows me I feel a familiar sharp slap to my backside.
"No," Roz chuckles, "Fuck spiders."
Those are the last words I hear from her before I am completely consumed by the darkness.
Underneath my house is like a hole different world. Despite being mere feet from where I live everyday, I feel like I am crawling through some alien landscape.
Dry dirt crunches underneath me as I awkwardly shuffle my hands and knees beneath me, scurrying through the space like some overgrown, uncoordinated toddler.
The air is warm and dry, but tastes stale in my mouth. It's as if the oxygen in this cramped space hasn't been disturbed at all in eons.
I stop after about 10 feet of crawling and pick my flashlight up, slowly illuminating the world in front of me. Posts and beams cast long shadows as I stare into the darkness, squinting as I look for an sign of the hypothetical baby rabbit trapped under my house.
All I see is the dark, dirty, cave-like space I could see from the crawlspace entrance.
I let out a deep sigh and place my flashlight between my teeth. I put my head down and begin to crawl towards the nearest corner I couldn't see past in my brief survey.
I've never regretted buying a large house with a complex footprint before today, but, boy, am I regretting it right now.
As I blindly scurry towards the corner in this alien world, I start to get the uncomfortable feeling that I'm being watched.
"Rothhe?" I call out behind the flashlight gagging me, "Are chu back dere?"
I turn and don't see any shadows darkening the entrance to the crawlspace.
"Rothhawyn?" I call our again.
My wife doesn't respond. But, I still can't shake the feeling I'm not alone.
Determined not to drag this experience out longer than I have to, I choose to ignore the feeling and crawl on.
I make it to the corner, pull the flashlight from my teeth, and pan it around the small space. All I see is dirt, wood, concrete, and cobwebs.
But, from this new vantage, I see another corner that could easily be concealing a small animal.
With a resigned sign, I pop my flashlight back in my mouth and crawl on.
As I dive deeper into the space, the darkness begins to feel oppressive. I turn back, looking for the entrance to remind myself that the outside works exists, but I can't see it anymore.
I shake my head, reminding myself that I am just under the house and these feelings are just my mind playing tricks with me. But, no matter what I do, I can't escape the growing feeling that something is wrong and that I am not alone.
I move faster, desperation to finish this project and get out of here growing.
I make it to the newest corner, grab my flashlight and look around again. I still don't see anything of note, although, the cobwebs under this part of the house are seemingly getting thicker.
Just like at the last corner, I see yet another turn in the house, hiding part of the crawlspace from me. I consider turning back. There can't be much house left past that point, and the odds Roz's hypothetical baby bunny is hiding back there feels low.
I move to do just that, but, as I do, I hear scratching precisely from that location that is just out of sight.
"Fuck," I curse, knowing that I can't turn back now.
I place my flashlight between my teeth again, put my head down, and crawl forwarded with determination, despite my growing unease.
As I crawl forward, I have to move slowly. With each movement, I feel cobwebs sticking to my face, arms, and body.
I move to brush the sticky webs off of me, but, that quickly proves to be useless, as new ones replace the old ones the moment I move forward.
How many spiders live down here anyways?
I press on, putting my head down and closing my eyes as I crawl for the corner.
The scratching is louder now that I am only feet from the yet unexplored part of the crawlspace.
I move a little faster, a pit of anxiety growing in my stomach with each movement.
I want to grab Rosalyn's bunny and get out of here.
I cry out in pain as my head rams hard into a wooden post. My flashlight drops to the ground, rolling away and flickering out as I scream.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuccck!"
I blindly paw at the dirt floor with my hands, desperately groping for my flashlight. My world has fallen into seemingly complete darkness now.
The scratching I heard earlier is suddenly much closer as my heart races in my chest. My anxiety has grown into fullblown panic as I suddenly am struck by a deep certainty that I am not alone in this crawlspace.
My fingers brush against the plastic handle if my flashlight at the same time I feel multiple long, strong, and hairy appendages brush against my leg.
In a rush, I desperately wrap my fingers around my flashlight as I flip to my back, kicking my legs to escape whatever monster just touched me.
As I do, however, said monster just scurries up my body, planting its weight on my chest.
I thrash, trying to throw it off with my free hand as I flick on my flashlight with the other.
Fear overwhelms me as light returns, illuminating my adversary.
Eight, glistening black eyes stare down at me from behind large, menacing, fang-tipped mandibles.
Eight, long, lithe, hairy legs press themselves into my chest, shoulders, and arms.
A large, black thorax decorated with a red, hour-glass shaped design lays just behind the creatures head.
The monster sitting on my chest isn't some soft, cuddly baby rabbit.
It's the largest, most horrifying spider I have ever seen in my life.
I open my mouth to scream, but, for some reason, no sound escapes my lips.
I try and will my body to move, but, nothing happens. It's as if I am completely paralyzed.
The spider crawls closer to my face before reaching out with one of its front legs and gently caressing my cheek.
"Oh, sweet boy," the spider purrs with a deep, feminine voice, "Don't be afraid. Mommy's here."
The words don't soothe me at all. I am certain I am about to die in the darkness.
"You know," the spider continues, still lovingly brushing my cheek, "Mommy heard what you said up there, in the world of light, 'Fuck Feminism.'"
I begin to shake in fear as the spider continues to talk, the only movement I can muster.
"That wasn't very nice, now was it? We all know this world belongs to women. Little boys like you are just allowed to live in it."
I can barely comprehend the words the giant arachnid is saying, fear overwhelming me.
"I think Mommy needs to teach you that lesson. Sweet dreams, my little prince."
In a instant, the spider lunges for the side of my neck. I feel two painful pricks before, suddenly, everything goes dark.
been wearing diapers again recently... wore one yesterday and the day before, but today I'm on my second one... also feelin super cuddly and thinking about being cuddled and babied and cared for and dressed up and having my hair brush and my teeth brushed and and anda skakdkskd
someone keeping me tipsy or high and treating me like their cute dolly to play with and dress up and baby... bwehhh🥺🥺
I was feeling so cute and fresh in this get-up. In non-diaper news, I spent a lovely evening yesterday visiting a friend and trying out their new hot tub! ✨ It was so much fun with the changing lights and bubbles. (I don't think you're actually supposed to have bubbles in a hot tub, but it was so fun—I felt like I was sitting in a giant bubble bath.)
Of course, I had to pee well before everyone else. I don't know if it was the saltwater hot tub, the drinks, or both, but I suddenly had to go so badly. When I was climbing out, I felt like I could barely hold it and a little leaked out.
I didn't think I'd make it all the way inside, and I didn't want to drip water all over the freezing house, so I just ran over to the grass and peed through my bathing suit instead. 🌿 Everyone was laughing, but they all thought I'd simply decided to pee outside instead of going inside. Little did they know that if I hadn't, I probably would've left a trail of pee all the way through the house. (Which would not be the first time I’ve done that). I think because I was a little tipsy, I didn't really care—I just hopped right back into the hot tub afterward. 💦
