Girlfriend who is so determined to get you into diapers she forcibly takes your potty training from you 😵💫 every night she pretends to go to sleep with you only to slink out of bed, coming back with a bowl of warm water. She puts your hand in it and watches as you wet the bed helplessly.
She wakes you up in the morning to show you what you’ve done and you promise her through tears it’s just a blip! “Aw baby, don’t worry! I’m sure it’s just a one off…” and here comes this but “but just in case maybe you should wear a pull up tonight?”
You don’t even question why she has pull ups just on hand but she talks you into it with that silver tongue of hers over the course of the day and you find yourself standing as she helps you into a pull up, sliding it up your hips as you stand there rethinking your life choices.
Rinse and repeat… she stands and watches as you wet your pull up, hand in the bowl again. Just as she hoped, your pull up overflows and you wet the bed anyway. This time, she wakes you up feigning concern as her lovely girlfriend is clearly a proper bedwetter now and she just must have you wear thicker padding tonight, no ifs or buts!
Again, you don’t question why she has a pack of adult diapers in the wardrobe, you’re just thankful that she’s so prepared for your accidents! Your girlfriend praises you as she tapes you, her adult partner, into a diaper! “Gosh you look so cute in this! You should totally wear these all the time!” She says as she presses a quick peck to your lips and helps you up.
She does this for months until you’re a genuine bed wetter, never waking up with a dry diaper ever again. At least you’re okay during the day right? Sure… until she starts adding those pills to your juice…
After a morning of fighting over who gets what toy, lots of teasing, and sticking tongues out at each other, mama decides you need some help getting along with her new friend's little girl.
"On your knees, both of you. Legs apart and face each other."
"But mama she started--"
"Nuh uh! She was the one who--"
"I don't care who started it, you both need to learn how to play nice!" mama says, cutting off the simultaneous whining. "Now girls, hold each other's hands."
You hesitate, but after a glare from mama you slowly reach for your playmate's hands. She does the same and you two awkwardly interlock your fingers, pressing your palms together. You refuse to make eye contact, but can't tell if it's out of petty rivalry or embarrassment. You look up at mama instead and pout. The position she has you in makes it impossible to clench your legs together, suddenly making you aware of a pressure building in your tummy.
"Aww, there's my sweet girls" mama coos. "Mama wants you to get along with your new playmate. You're going to kiss each other until both of you use your diapers"
You both look at each other wide-eyed, deeply blushing. You both slowly start to move closer before you close your eyes and touch your lips to hers. Her lips are soft and work their way around your own. Didn't she stick her tongue out at you earlier? Maybe you should repay her for that! You push your tongue into her mouth and she whimpers around it before slipping her own into yours. Before long you're drooling over yourself, soaking the front of your dress.
Her hands clench tighter around your own as her breathing becomes more strained. Your heart races at her telltale signs of messing, prompting you to start pushing too. With little effort you release both your bladder and messies into your diaper, making it sag between your legs. Your playmate's diaper is in a similar condition now too, an audible hissing coming from her saggy padding as the wetness indicator quickly changes color. The warm, squishy padding wiped your brain of any thoughts other than getting off with your new playmate. You're far too worked up to remember her teasing or arguing, or even that you're allowed to stop now.
With a satisfied smile, mama goes back to her book. The girls seem to be having fun, why interrupt? They can have changies later once they're all tuckered out~
sometimes it feels hard to indulge in ab/dl b/c like
I'm 99% silent and sleepy
i cant brat for shit and i'm not whiny enough
i am the most boring ass little ever
as littles, they should never be standing and walking as babies don’t know how. tummy time encourages crawling as a much more appropriate way for little ones to explore their surroundings
tummy time also is a perfect time for activities such as coloring, playing blocks, or even tea parties with their stuffies.
most importantly, it allows them to get used to being small and helpless and always looking up at their care givers.
it’s also a good position so that the only kind of stimulation they get is from humping in their diapers
something about a gentle yet manipulative bladder dom really does a lot for me.
"is it tender when i press there? i'm sorry, sweetie, but mommy/daddy has to feel how full you've gotten. you want to be a good baby and show me your round little bulge, don't you?"
explaining that it's rude to squirm and that a good baby should stay still and polite when talking to others.
"that's it, drink a little more. you have to go potty? no you don't honey, that's just another way of your body saying your thirsty! mommy/daddy knows what's best for you, trust me."
constantly brushing a hand against their sub's bladder bulge "on accident" and then apologizing when the sub whines and pouts at the sensation.
doing "potty checks" where they inspect their sub's underwear for leaks, claiming that in order to be a grown up, you have to stay dry at all costs.
"hm? did you dribble a little? oh honey, i may need to put you in diapers if you can't keep yourself dry."
taking their sub to the bathroom but making them wait just a little longer to watch as the dom relieves themself first, insisting that the sub needs to be shown how to use the big potty.
helping the sub hold by slipping a hand between their legs, squeezing and stroking until they're flushed and panting. "what's wrong, honey, is it that bad? ohh, is my little thing needy? but why, mommy/daddy is just helping you keep your undies dry. what a filthy baby, getting all worked up over a kind gesture."
just a reminder that your “little age” doesn’t need to realistically make sense. i am 7 and use a sippy cup and wear pull ups. but i color perfectly in the lines and can play stardew valley no problem. this is PLAY PRETEND!!
🖤♥️✨A Quick Guide on How to Dress Your Diaper Girl for Going Out✨♥️🖤
1. Bike shorts, bloomers, and any kinds of stockings reduce diaper crinkles by quite a lot. So if you are genuinely anxious about that, work those into the outfits you wear.
2. Tying flannels or zip up hoodies around the waist cover up diaper booty if you have concerns about that. Long cardigans or jackets work the same.
3. If you’re worried about diapers under dresses, the style of dress may be a thing to consider. While you might not want a bodycon style dress, looser A-line dresses or high waisted skirts cover diapers well.
4. Sometimes you may go for something a lil more risqué on purpose: a shorter skirt/dress, maybe clothes that risk minimal exposures. Absolutely be mindful about your environment when you do this, but it can add a fun element of embarrassment risk to have fun with.
5. LISTEN TO YOUR SKIN. If your thighs are rubbing in a diaper, if a diaper is biting into thighs, or if your skin is irritating you, adjust accordingly. Use lotion on your thighs, possibly size up with diapers, and don’t stay in a diaper if your skin is actively irritating you.
6. Borrowing from ancient wisdom of an old ABDL friend @resonantyes: “Nobody is listening to the sound of your pants.” As much as we get self conscious hearing the noise and knowing our butt looks bigger, people will not really be listening for it. It feels way scarier to do than it actually is, especially at first.
Nothing compares to the feeling of absolutely soaking a pull-up to its limit and still having to pee. Feeling the padding swell enough it’s keeping your legs apart and squirming because the wetness is making it harder to hold it. Giving in and flooding it, watching wet spots appear on your pants where your accident is overflowing the leg guards of your diaper. Or if you’re not wearing pants, feeling it start to drip down your legs then turning into a steady trickle because you can’t stop now, even as a puddle starts forming. Whining because it feels so good to let go and you’re getting turned on by the soaked padding and the embarrassment of leaking. Poor thing. Even with the extra protection of the pull up you can’t be trusted not to make a mess.
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