Icobode

24m kink really just looking for friends to talk with and if people wanna buy me cute stuff lol

[kinkedbycalliope]

If I was a flower growing wild and free, all I’d want is you to be my honey bee 🌷🐝🌱

[elvirahancuck]

[ace-trainer-alice]

Oh, I just assumed you were taking your clothes off as a tacit invitation to be forcibly dressed up in my clothes while I take pictures of you and condescend to you. I guess we could just cuddle instead if you really want to.

[kinkedbycalliope]

I want to infantilize a little one’s entire life until they’re helplessly dependent on me for guidance through every situation they find themselves in. I want them slowly over time to start letting their precious little ego go completely when they’re with me, becoming my clingy little fool.

I want to dumb down their vocabulary and trivialize their adult problems until they come home from work hardly able to contain their tears because their boss was “such a big meanie” to them today and work is too hard, they just want their blocks.

Allow them to date but only under my supervision and with my approval, selecting for them only the cruelest, most condescending partners I can find. Making them so nervous for their nights out that they’re bound to fail. And when they do, I’d want them running home to me, crying because it’s so hard trying to be big.

It would be so cute watching them try to resist it from absolutely consuming them at first. All bashful in the beginning when I ask them if they washed their hands after going to the bathroom. Then as all sense of dignity and pride is chipped away, becoming more obnoxious- making a big scene of filling their pants for me, forgetting that the bathroom was ever even an option.

Getting them so hopelessly dependent on nap time that I have to make excuses for their behavior when they get cranky because they’re overdue for theirs. I want them so helpless, they’re pawing at my shirt with wet eyes and whimpers anytime anything goes awry, taking comfort in the safety and dependability of nursing from me.

Spoiling them so rotten they can’t take no for an answer anytime they see a toy or treat their little heart desires. Nothing would make me happier than to see my little one, ego completely shattered, red in the face, kicking and screaming on the floor because I said they can’t have sweets before dinner. Letting them wear themselves out until they’re just a heaving mess of tears desperate for the familiarity of me.

I want a little one to give up themselves entirely <3

[littleeacorn29]

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[pinkducttape]

😵‍💫😵‍💫🫣🫣 I um 😳 wait I don't want... th-that, no, oh gods 😳😳😳

[stinky-in-pinky]

The Keyholder

"Coochie-coochie-coo!! Ahh-coochie-coochie-coo!! Whose da most adorwable widdle man-baybee in da whole wide world?? Who is it?! Huh?? Who is it??"

She dangled the stupid ring of rainbow plastic keys right in front of my burning face, letting them swing like a taunting pendulum. Each jingle felt like a slap to whatever scraps of adult dignity I had left. She knew exactly how much the infantilizing tone shredded me...and she loved watching it happen.

“D'awww!! look at youuuu! Look at Mommy’s big, helpless, padded princess all squirmy and desperate in his crinkly diapee! Does my sweet baybee boy see something he wikes? Hmm? Does he?”

She swung the keys closer, letting them brush the tip of my nose before snatching them back with a playful giggle. Her eyes sparkled with pure, wicked delight.

“Ohhh nooo…is something wongg??" she gasped in mock surprise, pressing a manicured hand to her chest. "Are these not the keys you wanted, sweetie-pie? These silly, jangly baybee keys that go clickity-clack and jingle-jingle-jingle? Silly me! I thought my widdle locked-up loser only wanted pretty plastic toys to play with!” She tilted her head, batting her lashes like she was genuinely puzzled. “You’re...you're not still thinking about these big, scary metal keys Mommy’s keeping nice and warm between her boobies, are you? Because those are for real grown-up boys! Not for silly little diaper messers like you!”

I whimpered, the sound coming out high, broken, and pathetic. The real keys—the ones that could finally free my aching, denied cock—were tucked right there in her cleavage, glinting just enough to torture me. My hips twitched uselessly, my cage throbbing inside the padding in protest.

“P-please, Mommy…” I tried, but she cut me off with a theatrical gasp.

“Uh-uh-uh!" She tutted, wagging her finger "No big-boy words, princess. If you want these special keys soooo badly, you’re gonna have to earn them the only way a baybee like you can. I want the most ridiculous, drooly, adorable baybee babbles you’ve ever made. I want raspberries. I want goo-goo ga-ga’s so silly they make me laugh till I cry. I want you waving those useless little mitten paws like you’re trying to fly to the moon. I want drool running down your chin, legs kicking in the air, the whole nine yards! Show Mommy how pathetic her locked-up diaper boy can be, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll think about it.”

My face burned hotter than the sun. But the ache between my legs and the way her voice wrapped around me like warm honey made resistance impossible. I hesitated at first, clinging to my last shred of dignity, but eventually the throbbing ache in my balls won out. I lifted my mittened hands and started flapping them wildly in front of my face like a little bird.

“Goo goo! Ga ga! Ma-ma! Ba-ba-baaa!” I whimpered in the highest, most ridiculous pitch I could manage. Spit flew from my lips as I blew the wettest, longest raspberry I’d ever made—ppppppbbbbbtttt!—right into the air. Drool immediately started sliding down my chin in a shiny trail. I didn’t wipe it. Just let rain across my chin and cheeks instead.

I rolled onto my back, kicking my padded legs up high in frantic bicycle kicks. The diaper crinkled so loudly it echoed off the nursery walls. “Ah-goo! Ah-goo-goo! Pwease pwease pwease, Mommy! Bay-bee need keys! Wittle baby so hawny in his diapee! Pppppbbbbbtttt! Goo-goo-ga-ga-goo!”

In a desperate attempt to earn more performance points, I flopped over onto my tummy, shoved my face into the mat, lifted my bottom high in the air and wiggled it back and forth like a happy puppy while still babbling nonsense. “Ma-ma! Ba-ba-ba! Wuv you Mommy! Pwease keys! Pwease unlocky!! Drooly bay-bee! Cage so tight! Wahhh-wahh!!!”

When I finally looked up, panting, drooling, chest heaving, my stomach plummeted. Mommy had her phone raised the whole time. The white light shining like a bright sign to show she'd been filming the whole thing.

Mommy clapped her hands together in delighted, mocking applause, her voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness. “Oh my goooodness gracious! Look at that wittle tushie shaking! And those silly mitten waves! Who’s Mommy’s most ridiculous, drooly, desperate little diaper dumper, huh?? Is it you? Is it youuuu? Awww, you’re making such a big mess of yourself! Look at all that drool! Look at how pathetic you look!!”

I cringed in shame, head hung low, but despite it all, I was proud of my little performance. I looked up at her hopefully, drool still dripping down my chin.

She tilted her head and her eyes danced across the ceiling, she even tapped her lip to show that she was pretending to think. "Hmm...that was pretty good..." she mused, then shrugged. “But…i'm afraid it wasn’t quite good enough, sweetie." Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "Not for the real keys. I think Mommy needs to see even more desperation next time.”

My heart sank. A pathetic whine escaped me, like a dog denied its treat.

“Awww, don’t cry, my precious little padded prince!” she cooed, stroking my hair with one hand while still dangling the plastic keys with the other. “Mommy’s got a special consolation prize for her brave little babbler. Here… you can try these keys instead. Go on, take them, honey. Show Mommy how you’d unlock yourself if you were a big boy.”

Before I could even process it, she reached down, popped the tapes on my diaper with two quick rips, and peeled the front down. The cool air hit me instantly. My diaper was absolutely drenched, the entire front was dark yellow and sagging heavily. And there, completely exposed, was my steel chastity cage. My balls were swollen into large, purple plums. The tip of my denied cock was pressed hard against the end of the tube, leaking a steady, humiliating ropes of clear precum that ran down the cage and soaked into the already-wet padding beneath me. It glistened obscenely under the nursery lights. I looked so completely broken, purple, throbbing, and utterly helpless.

“Awww, would you look at that leaky little mess!” Mommy cooed, voice dripping with fake sympathy, then she pressed the plastic keys into my mittened hands. "Here, why dont you try to unlock yourself, sweetie! You never know...maybe one of these silly keys will actually work!" She inclined her head and gave me a firm look. One that told me I better play her little game for her amusement if I knew what was good for me. She lifted her phone again, and aimed it at me once more.

With a defeated sigh, I fumbled with the keys as much as my useless mittens would allow. Eventually, I managed to press one against the tiny lock with a clack. Nothing, of course. But I did it again anyway, more out of frustration than anything. Clack clack clack.

“Awww! Looks like that wasn’t the one…” she tsked, lips pursed in exaggerated disappointment. “Maybe try another, baby. Mommy’s rooting for you!”

I whimpered and whined pathetically as I performed another pitiful display for her. Fumbling the stupid plastic keys until i had one pressed between my mittens so I could pretend to give it an honest shot at unlocking me. Even with how futile the exercise was, my caged cock still twitched and bobbed in anticipation each time I pressed the plastic against it. Like it was too dazed to even understand. It just wanted out. But instead it had to endure this cruel torture.

Every clumsy attempt made the cage bounce and more precum ooze out in a fresh drip. I looked utterly ridiculous, drool still on my chin, soaked diaper open like a flag of surrender, mittens flapping as I poked at my own locked-up, leaking genitals.

Mommy’s giggles bubbled up brighter with every futile clack. “Ohhh, listen to that little symphony! Clack-clack-clack… drip-drip-drip… Poke-poke-poke! Look how swollen those poor balls are! So purple and tight and so full. And still nothing opens. Isn’t it just the cutest thing?? My big strong husband, reduced to drooling and leaking while he pokes his own cage with baybee toys… poor widdle guy!!"

She leaned in closer, the phone still rolling, her tone dipping into something sharper, sweeter, more cutting.

“Maybe if I hadn’t found a key to another woman’s apartment on your ring, we wouldn’t be in this little situation now, would we?? Hmm? Maybe if my husband hadn’t been sneaking around into someone else’s front door… Mommy wouldn’t have had to take away the only key that really matters. The one to your pathetic, leaky little pee-pee!”

The words landed like a slap. My stomach twisted. Heat flooded my face anew. The plastic key I’d been fumbling slipped again, landing in the sodden landscape of my diaper. My cock gave one last helpless throb, another thick rope of precum sliding free, but the shame burned hotter than the ache.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The babbling spilled out before I could stop it. High, broken and desperate.

“Pwease… Mommy… pwease…” My voice cracked into that humiliating infantile whine, mittens flapping weakly. “Pwease… pwease open for bay-bee… I sowwy… I so sowwy… no more bad boy… just Mommy’s bay-bee… pwease unlocky… pwease pwease pwease…”

The words tumbled faster, wet and garbled around the drool still coating my chin. “Goo goo… ma-ma… bay-bee need keys… weal keys… no more secwets… pwease Mommy… I be good… I be good widdle bay-bee fowevew… pppbbbttt… pwease open cage… pwease…”

I kept poking anyway. Clack, clack, clack. Each useless jab punctuated by another whimper, another plea, another fresh drip. The mittens slapped against my thighs, the keys kept sliding, and my whole body shook with the effort of debasing myself further, trying to erase what I’d done with sheer, ridiculous surrender.

Mommy’s smile widened, slow and satisfied, like she’d been waiting for exactly this collapse.

“That’s it, princess,” she cooed softly, almost tenderly. “Let it all out. Tell Mommy how sorry you are. Keep babbling, keep leaking, keep poking like the pathetic little diaper boy you are. Show the camera what real remorse looks like.”

I didn’t stop. The words kept coming. Goo goo's, pweases, sowwy's, ma-ma's, all mixed with wet raspberries and broken sobs, until finally the last key slipped from my useless mittens and clattered onto my wet, throbbing balls with a final, pathetic tinkle.

She tapped the screen her phone a few times, and I heard the unmistakable swoosh of a message being sent.

“We’ll see what my girlfriends decide. Maybe they will think your pathetic little baybee babble and apology is enough” she said sweetly. “Or maybe your little followers on Tumblr will have mercy on you. But judging by the last few polls… I wouldn’t get your hopes up, princess.”

She snapped the same cold, wet diaper back up tight over my still-leaking, still-throbbing cage with a few rips and crackly crinkles. "But until then..." she scooped the plastic keys back up, going right back to giggling and cooing once more.

“Coochie coochie coo! No coochie or goo goo’s for youuuu!”

[drdaddy19]

[drdaddy19]

Not a single thought behind those sweet little eyes.

Just look at her.

Blank expression on her face. Wandering wondering eyes. A little mouth that just begs to be busy. Hence the baby toy she’s currently slobbering over. Along with her little fingers.

Her hair brushed into tight little pigtails. Making her every sway and turn even more adorable. Just playing with her baby toys in the corner like a good girl. Unaware of the adult world happening just a few feet above her head. All those big words. All that business. She couldn’t be less aware of all that. Just babbles and nonsense.

She is aware, however, of one sensation. The one going on between her legs.

She’s warm.

She’s wet.

But with what exactly you’re not quite sure. It doesn’t matter anyways. That’s what her particular plastic backed padded underwear is for.

Her diapers keep her safe. Her diapers keep her secure. So she doesn’t make puddles everywhere and embarrass herself.

But why, one might wonder, is why her wandering hand started to press down there. Maybe she saw the special way that daddy kissed mommy when he got home

Maybe she feels good as the padding expands when she makes potty in her pants. Squishing warm wetness against her inner most regions. Maybe there’s still that connection from her past life as a big girl. Her old self. That lingering tingling still making her act like a doggy in heat infront of all the adults. Oh what could it be ?

Either way. She’s cute as a button and definitely deserves some special tummy time. Maybe even with her new bestie Mr. Snuggle Bear between her legs. She could even have some crayons and coloring books too.

[lilienprinzessin]

just wanted to show my outfit

[bust-in-my-pants-deactivated202]

“She kept telling me to go use the boys room because she somehow instinctively knows when I have to go potty. I kept pleading with her, ‘Just one more minute’ because I wanted to finish my game. Well ‘One more minute’ turned into 2 or 3 more minutes. Just as my game was about to be over, it was also GAME OVER for my dry diaper. I was releasing a full stream and couldn’t stop, I just stood there frozen as I helplessly filled my diaper up. Suddenly I couldn’t hear the sounds of the pinball machines or smell the popcorn in the air. All that my senses could focus on was the sensation of my diaper getting really warm as it swelled up nice and thick between my legs. I was disappointed in myself, but it felt so good to be getting relief. The flow reduces itself to a trickle and then stops, leaving me with a soaking wet diaper in my pants. Now I have the shame of telling my girlfriend that she was right, I was wrong and that my diaper is no longer dry. Out of the two of us, she’s the only one that has access to the diapers. I have to ask her forgiveness before she’ll grant me a diaper change. Sometimes as punishment, she refuses and makes me wet my already wet diaper. It’s all up to her, she’s the one in control. I have to be a good boy and submit to her. As she would say, she wears the pants in the relationship and I wear the diapers”

[babyspank-deactivated20260501]

sometimes i forget how bizarre my kinks really are after being so deeply immersed in it online that it will shock even myself to be out in public with my friends, who respect me as a woman in my twenties and think “wow none of these people even have a clue that i would love to willingly be forced back into nappies and treated like a baby” so weird!!!!!!

[originalmeganprincess]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

[dx-archived-deactivated20250826]

[cloudbbyx]

*crosses my legs and shifts around uncomfortable holding my tummy*

‘Aw is my little princess missing potty privileges? Only good little girls get to use the big girl potty’

“But daddy I gotta go! I got real bad tummy ache” I say messing with the edge of my diaper.

*daddy shakes his head* ‘you keep your hands off that nappy young lady, it’s not coming off and you know it’

*20 minutes later, daddy walks into the bedroom*

‘I thought my little girl was quiet…and what’s this’ he says forcing me to my feet he picks the nappy I’d taken off and thrown across the floor.

“But daddy…I wanted to use the potty”

‘I don’t care what you wanted young lady! You’ve been naughty and you need to learn you don’t make the rules around here so cmon let’s get this back on you’

*shakes head* ‘no daddy no!’

*effortlessly picks up my short body and lays me in my cot before I feel the restraints secure my wrists and my ankles. I writhe and pull to get free shouting and kicking*

“That’s not going to help you little one, they are staying there”

*before I can protest the pacifier goes into my mouth and the strap fastens behind my head - instantly silencing me!*

“There. Much better. Now honey if you don’t go potty soon your tummy ache is going to get worse so I brought a little surprise.” He says holding up a tube and hooking the bag up.

I murmur and try and spit some words out but I’m silenced with my pacifier gag so all I can do is squirm ever so slightly.

I feel the tube push against my resisting little hole and the balloon on the end is inflated making sure the hose doesn’t come out. I immediately feel the warm water flow into me and already my tummy is filling up.

‘There’s a good girl’ daddy says as he places a new nappy underneath me and nearly secures it into place before patting my kitty.

He rubs my tummy as the cramps set in ‘not too long to go now sweetie, half a bag left and then I’ll take it out and you can be a real baby and mess your diaper for daddy and I’ll decide when I change you.

‘Now be a good girl and don’t go anywhere’ he teases with a smirk

[wetpantsdummi]

being upset at getting degraded and treated like a dummy just for him to say "aww sweetie, do you need a nap? you're having one of your temper tantrums again"

[boobarsmurf]

Baby mode is activated by Mommy.

Sweet dreams start with Mommy's kiss.

Mommy makes baby time the best time.

I'm happiest when Mommy says "good
girl".

Nothing beats Mommy and me time.

In Mommy's world, I am always enough.

Mommy's rules are the best rules.

I just love cuddles, cuddles, and more cuddles

Nap time always feels best with Mommy nearby.

Diaper days and baby ways

Loving my soft little space because Mommy loves me.

Image credit Mommy Gwen

Mommy and Baby Bruce

[smolbailey]

Having someone check my diaper without warning and like it's just the most normal thing to do would make me SO blushy I think I would actually literally just melt

[storiesagehumiliation666]

The first night

the first night after you’ve been sentanced is the hardest. The moment your adult life comes crashing to a halt as your mummy prepares you for bed

your adult clothes removed and your nappy placed on hanging heavy between your legs. You know at any point you will fill it with wee wee and have to call your mummy for help.

Once your nappy is secured you are led into the crib and the side is raised. There is no escape. You lay in just a nappy as mummy sits singing nursery songs. Until you fall asleep

when you do mummy has to put on an app that your sleeping and In your nappy. She takes a pic which gets uploaded to all your social media accounts

as you lay sleeping your awoke by a warm wet mess secured in your nappy but making its way to all your holes. You blush hard knowing the rules. You take a breath and say it. Mummy I’ve gone wee wee please can you change me.

you hear the sigh from mums room as she gets up grabs a fresh nappy and wet wipes. You cry knowing it’s going to be a long long year

[tentativetitlee]

Your partner knowing you have a bunch of work to get done today and strapping you into your pampers first thing in the morning to “minimize distractions” knowing damn well the real distraction is the soon to-be-saturated padding bulging in between your thighs.

But at least the potty isn’t an issue, how thoughtful of them!

[apapachodl]

My favorite love language? Grabbing her squishy wet diaper and giving it a playful squeeze. 💕🍼 #

[laodysseus]

Sameeee