Little Eclpz's Pornatorium

nsfw 18+ this is an adult blog please leave if you are under age or don't want to see graphic content. this is an adult baby blog with hopefully md/lg themes but mostly just things I find sexy. I do need to give a warning I have dark unusual slightly messed up fantasies that I will post here so be prepared to see anything and everything. FetLife: littlemisscyn

[lovesadultbabygirls]

Show me what a little baby you are.

Show me how you can’t seem to keep your thumb out of your mouth, and how comforting it seems to make you once you start sucking on it. Show me how you can’t keep your little droolies from dribbling down your chin. Show me that no matter how many times you try to tell me that you’re a big girl, you can’t keep from making stinky messes in your panties, and you didn’t even realize your peepees had already come out, so you just sat there in your mess and kept playing until your dada noticed what you’ve done. Show me how embarrassed you get when you’re dressed in the most babyish outfits, but know there’s no sense arguing because that’s what babies are supposed to wear. Show me that you’re supposed to be kept in diapies, and they’re not just for show, and you never seem to mind how full you make them. Show me how distracted you can get from watching shows meant for little babies, or those yummy plastic keys you can’t take your eyes off of. Show me how much fun you’re having just laying on your back and playing with the cute sockies covering your little piggies. Show me how you’re not really sure how to use the little baby fork next to your princess plate, and how easy it is to use your fingers to pick up your skettis. Show me how hard it is for you to get your food in your own mouth, and how easy it is for it to wind up in your hair instead. Show me that no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to keep any of your clothes clean, because you love crawling around playing all day and it doesn’t matter how dirty you get. Show me how you clench your crayons with your whole fist, and how scribbling the colors all over the page is so much easier than staying in the lines like the big girls do. Show me you can’t be trusted to drink from a big girl cup, or even a sippy cup, you’re much too small for that and need your baba. Show me how much you need your dada to watch over you and protect you and take care of everything for you. Show me how it’s hard for you to use any big girl words when you talk because they’re too complicated for babies. Show me that you’re too little to be watching scary shows, and you can’t sleep unless you’re tucked in next to your dada in your comfy feetie jammies. Show me that babies have no self control, and can’t keep their hands out of their diapies, or off their daddies. Show me that babies aren’t concerned about health food, and ask for candies, ice cream, cookies, macaroni and cheese, and all the most yummy things for your tummy. Show me how jealous and pouty you can get if you don’t get your way or you think you’re not getting enough attention. Show me how hard it is for babies to keep from having little temper tantrums. Show me how excited you can get when you see the toy aisle or all the pretty new stuffies you want to get, and ask me to get all of them for you. Show me you need your dada for everything, from tying your shoes, to pulling up your sockies if they fall down, wiping away your boogies, and giving you bubble baths. Show me that you know your dada is there to take care of everything for you, and it doesn’t even cross your mind to go to anyone else when something is wrong, and you know you’re never being a pest or a mooch, you’re just being his baby. Show me how it’s hard for babies to remember all those rules, and that you need spankings and corner times to help you remember them. Show me how much you love your milkies by drinking your babas all up, and you need two hands to hold them. Show me how your dada’s approval and love is all you’ll ever need, and his opinion is the only one that matters to you, and you pay no mind to anyone else. Show me that all of these things aren’t just what you want, but what you need, what makes your little princess parts tingly and feel funny, and it makes you desperate and needy and clingy and ache for your dada’s touch and undivided attention at all times. Show me what a little baby you are.

[paperbackturtle]

[ahoneymoss-deactivated20181203]

“Why aren’t you wearing a skirt?” Tiffany’s mother asked.

“I wet my last spare one yesterday; and forgot to tell you that the school nurse said to bring more spares in today.”

“And the Pull-Ups?”

“I used my last spare pair of panties yesterday too; and…”

“You know how embarrassing it is as the principal to have a daughter held back twice.  Now I am called by the nurse to take my twenty year old daughter home from high  school in a glorified diaper?”

“…” Tiffany did not have a response for her mother.

“Well at least we live in such a small town that the only school serves kindergarten through high school.”

“What do you mean?” Tiffany asked sheepishly.

“Nurse Parker is use to little kids peeing themselves.  She luckily even had appropriate underpants for you.”

“It was just a little accident.” Tiffany said defensively.

“Your fourth one this week she tells me.” Sandy said looking down at Tiffany. “You will be wearing disposable training pants until you can prove that you can get to the toilet like a big girl.”

“Nooo…”

“That means that you have to check in with the nurse between each period and show her that your diaper is still dry. When you can make it three weeks without any accidents, you can go back to panties.”

[regressionrevolution]

Tracy knew she had always wanted to work with kids. She studied hard in college and secured a graduate position as a trainee preschool teacher. Everyday she felt genuine joy at interacting with the excitable children and helping them to learn.

Tracy's trouble started when she decided to mix her private life with her work life.

Tracy was a diaper fetishist. She didn't know why she felt the way she did but she knew that after a long evening of preping lesson plans, putting herself in a thick crinkly diaper helped her to relax.

One day Tracy was in the school library browsing through the shelves in search of a picture book to read to her class.

Her supervisor, Judith, happened to be walking by and spotted her childish pull-ups, instantly recognising them for what they were.

Tracy was summoned to her office for a chewing out. She was told it was fine if she was having bladder problems but that fact she was using children's protective undergarments rather than adult incontince products was concerning. It might set a bad precedent to any of the children still trying to potty train.

The following day Tracy realished in wearing 'proper' diapers to work with full endorsement from her boss. This good feeling lasted for about a week until the new rules laid down by Judith began to feel tiresome. For example Tracy wasn't allowed to change her own diaper if she was wet, she had to report to Judith. This was embrassing as well as uncomfortable if for some reason Judith refused to change her, leaving her in a wet diaper for a couple of hours. Tracy could hardly complain though, she was pretending she needed diapers rather than merely having a fetish.

Once it became normalised for Tracy to be wearing diapers in class, Judith laid out her ultimatium. Under threat of being exposed to the parents and other teachers, Tracy agreed she would give up time at her weekends for 'extra tuition' with her mentor. It transpired that this meant subjecting herself being completely babied by Judith. Lying in the floor in her thick cloth diapers and a pacifier in her mouth, Tracy realised she had been regressed to an age even younger than the kids she would return to teaching during the week.

[247diapergirls]

No Control

“W-what the hell… in the day time too?” Samantha looked down at her diaper, it was sagging and obviously wet, but she hadn’t even noticed herself needing to pee or wetting it. “I… I don’t know if I can keep doing this Ashleigh, it was bad enough when I started having accidents at night, but now I’m having them in the daytime too.”

“Well that’s half the fun isn’t it?” Ashleigh gave her wet diaper a rub.

“When I decide to wet them it is, but… I didn’t even know I was peeing this time… or the last time… I’m worried that I’m like, unpotty training myself or something from wearing these too much.”

“I don’t think it’s that..” She grinned. “Besides Sammy, would it really be all that bad if we had to wear these?”

“What like all the time? I know we joked about that, but… I can’t just wear diapers out in  public like that… what if someone saw me..” The thought of how embarrassing that would be turned her on more than she would admit to herself.

“Your just worried about loosing control, worried that your just a big baby who needs to be in diapers.”

“That’s not funny Ash, I’m trying to be serious here. Don’t you think it’s weird that we keep having accidents?”

“I don’t think it’s weird, I love it. Since we talked about wearing diapers all the time I haven’t been able to think about anything else. I wanted it more than anything, you and me, in diapers forever. So I did some research online, and I found this chemical that is mostly harmless,except that prolonged exposure gradual weakens the muscles in your bladder. I didn’t know if it would work, but I’ve been putting it in the diapers for a while now. I noticed that I was starting to have accidents right after we started, so I started wearing them with the chemical all the time, and I upped the amount in yours to speed it up.”

“You w-what!? You mean that… that’s the reason I keep wetting the bed… and why I… can’t make it to the bathroom in time..”

“I know that you really wanted to loose control, but you couldn’t ask me, so… so I had to do this! Now you don’t have a choice, you need to wear them 24/7.”

“I-I-I’ll just… potty train myself or something… I can retrain myself to-”

“Nope, the effects are pretty permanent, that’s why they banned the chemical in fifteen states. You and me, were going to be in diapers forever now. You better start figuring out what outfits will look good with your diapers and where you want to buy them when you get home…”

Samantha wanted to cry, she had never meant to get stuck wearing diapers permanently… had she? It was just suppose to be some fun thing they did on weekends, but now Ashleigh had… Now she had no choice… no control. Why did she find that so erotic, the thought of having no control, of being forced to wear diapers and pee herself. She didn’t know who she was more upset with Ash or herself at getting horny from the thought of having all control of her bladder taken from her.

She left the bedroom and walked down the hall, locking herself in the bathroom. She needed time to process this, and the bathroom was the one room that Ash wouldn’t need to go in. She sat down on the closed toilet seat, the wet diaper squished underneath her, a reminder that she wouldn’t need to use the toilet unless she was going number 2 now. She breathed out heavily, and moved her legs, the thick diaper crinkled and rubbed at her pussy as she shifted. She moved again, causing the wet padding to slide across her labia and send a chill up her spine. Her hand started to drift toward the diaper, and she hesitated as got close before sticking it under the tightly tapped seal and beginning to rub her pussy. Samantha stroked and rubbed her clit while moaning softly, as much as she hated to admit it right now, wearing diapers did make her extremely horny.

As she played with herself she suddenly felt a wet spray of liquid on her hand. She was wetting herself. She had no warning, and no ability to stop the flow at all. She whimpered as continued to slowly rub her clit as she peed. This was what it was like, not knowing when you were suddenly going to wet yourself… Feeling just how little control she had over her own body was enough to have her pussy aching and wet from more than just her pee. She thrust 2 fingers deep inside of herself as continued to rub her clit.

“I-I… wear diapers.. *uhhnnnn* I… have to wear diapers.. *uhnn* Forever… because… because I have no control of my bladder… *uhnnnn*” She was moaning loudly now, and didn’t care if Ashleigh heard her or not. “I’m a diapergirl *unnnggg* I… I like to wet myself and… I’m… I’m cumming!” Samantha felt an explosion in her mind, and her body melted away as her muscles relaxed and she went limp. That was the best orgasm she had ever had, and it was because she knew she couldn’t go back to her normal life. This wasn’t like the other weekends where she wore diapers for a few days then went home and back to wearing panties and peeing when she wanted to. Now she would have to take the diapers home with her, she would have to buy more, and wear them in public. There was no going back, no changing her mind, no choice in the matter. Ashleigh had made her dependent on diapers, and Samantha would be stuck living out her most secret fetish forever…

[regressionrevolution]

Sometimes people are lucky enough or talented enough that they end up in adult life working in the industry which spawned something they had obessed over as a child. Some architects claim they simply never stopped playing with lego, some surgeons trained to control their shaky hand through countless games of operation, and some racing drivers once pushed plastic cars around a track in their living room making ‘vroom vrrroom’ noises.

Serena had been an avid collector of Hello Kitty. It wasn’t uncommon for mothers to dress their little girls in Hello Kitty clothes or send to school with a branded backpack and lunch box but Serena was exceptional because when the rest of her friends grew to an age that they’d decided Hello Kitty was too childish to be considered cool, she continued to purchase Hello Kitty branded stationary and clothing. Sometimes to the point of disaster, such as the time she’d desperately tried to squeeze into children’s clothing she had outgrown and ended up ripping a skirt she was trying on at the clothes store. She’d owned up and been made to pay for the damaged item by a sour store manager. Never the less Serena had never given up her obsession and worked her way through college to earn top marks and a degree in character design with the hope of attracting the attention of the Sanrio Company. She had even gone to the effort of learning to speak and write in Japanese in the slim chance that she would find work at the main animation studio.

Serena did not get offered a flight to Japan but she did earn herself a provisional placement year at the local offices for Sanrio in her home city.

It didn’t pay great and her duties were as menial as making tea for the art team she assisted but she was in a pace where everyday she got to work with Sanrio characters, helping to comment on and approve which designs/artworks would go from concept to full production as a sticker set or a hair clip or as whatever the current phone accessory craze was.

The team she assisted with largely worked with the ‘Choco Cat’ character. Undoubtly an iconic character but it wasn’t the same as working with Hello Kitty herself. In the 6th month of her internship Serena was finally given the opportunity to switch over to the team she really wanted to work with and she jumped at the opportunity.

****

“Product testing? I thought you needed a character designer.” Serena asked as she read through the job description form set out on the table before her. Across the table was her new manager and a member of the human resources team. Serena didn’t want to seem ungrateful but her confused expression as she continued to read the document made apprehension clear.

“Yes that’s right Serena. We think someone qualified as a character designer is perfectly suited to this role. As you know character design is the most significant factor of the Sanrio brand, so we’d be looking for feedback on whether or not we’ve got the design looking fabulous on the products you’ll be wearing, aswell as letting us know how you find the absorbancy.” the manager at toned reassuringly but last remake left nervous Serena chewing on an awkward pause for a moment. The job description was explicit but she still found it humiliating to verify the fact of her new role.

“You want me to test baby products?“

“Yes. Unfortunately babys can’t give us feedback themselves but don’t worry, the prototype products we’ve made are exactly the same as the real items we hope to market, just scaled up to fit you.

`including diapers?!` Serena thought to herself. They surely didn’t need to take the product testing to that extreme? Although the suggestion of testing ‘absorbancy’ hinted otherwise. Serena tried to make a value judgement. Was humiliation worth the chance to be a part of how Hello Kitty merchandise made it to the shelves?

****

These are the are reference photos for the marketing team working on the hello kitty baby merchandise for the next quarter. They are pinned up in the design office referece board whilst graphic designers and product designers swipe styluses across graphic tablets, touching up the design proposals before release to the factories. Serena herself doesn’t get to see this part of the process. She spends her working hours in the 'nursery’. She thinks of it as a sort of 'set’ to help her ennact the fantasy of being a baby but everyone else just thinks of it as a literal nursery. Everything is functional after all. The adult sized diapers stacked under the changing table are real. The Hello Kitty curtains open to veiw over the office plaza were people eating lunch might happen to glance up and see Serena playing with her branded plushie toys. The cute pink dress Serena wears which partially reveals her breasts is obviously designed for an actual little girl, not an woman, sometimes Serena’s outfit for the day might be only diaper cover, in which case she has to go bare breasted.

Obviously it’s been a big investment making baby clothes to fit Serena, as well as employing a professional Nanny to make sure she’s treated as an infant for the purpose of simulating the real conditions the products are tested for. It’s worth it though as Serena has really put herself into her new role. In fact she’s even starting taking her work home with her, a recent spat of waking up to wet sheets means she’s been borrowing some items from the nursery.

[blvrx]

[paddedlittleparadise]

“Mmm, that’s right, little baby Sara… You want some of this so badly, don’t you? But you know you can’t drink from Mommy Allison’s boobies until you finish that ba-ba - so drink up!”

The singsong voice of her tutor-turned-babysitter-turned-mommy stung Sara’s ears - but still she kept drinking, desperately suckling to drain the formula from her baby bottle. She had to. There was a fire inside her, a craving that turned her joints to jelly, that made her practically start drooling at the sight of Mommy Allison’s generous warm breasts. She could no longer ignore their pull, not after these past weeks. She’d do anything to get close to them, to drink their rich, creamy milk… But she hadn’t quite understood why - not, that is, until just last night.

She’d been padded up in her now-customary triple-thick nighttime diapers and onesie, obediently slurping down her last bottle before Mommy Allison let her nurse. “You, know, dearie,” she’d cooed maternally, stroking Sara’s tousled head. “Before landing this amazing job with your rich-ass family I’d never have thought I’d get such a kick out of regressing a spoiled little heiress like you into babyhood. But then, I met you!” She chuckled and wiped a stream of milk drool from the corner of Sara’s mouth.

“It really is quite simple, you see,” she’d continued softly, watching Sara gaze inquiringly up at her from behind her bottle. “Didn’t you ever wonder how and why you began having all those accidents last fall, or why you ended up needing a psychologist who just happened to recommend regression therapy? And don’t you wonder yet why you can’t go more than a few hours now without me breastfeeding you?”

Mommy Allison’s word echoed now in Sara’s ears as she gulped down the last of her bottle, ignoring a pang from her bloated belly in her haste to satisfy her craving. Allison had confided, in terms she still didn’t quite understand, how she and that “psychologist” were actually well-connected to pharmaceutical reps; how those reps had gladly offered to concoct any mixtures Allison needed in order to subdue her target and make her mentally incompetent; how her target - Sara, the sole heiress and titular owner of her late father’s own massively wealthy pharma company - was actually a grave threat to competitors. Eliminate her, Allison had been told, and the board of directors would have just the opening needed for a new member to swing the balance of power in favor of the competitors…

So Sara was being served chemical cocktails of some sort, she now knew; Allison had made clear that every bottle of formula contained enough relaxants, diuretics, and laxatives to ensure that she’d be essentially incontinent for days. She’d gotten well accustomed to that over the last few months, true enough; she no longer even really noticed when she was wetting, since she seemed to be slowly dribbling literally all the time… But the real shocker came when Allison revealed that she herself was also taking a cocktail of drugs that had most wonderful effects…

“Yeah, bet you never thought about how I wouldn’t be lactating without drugs, hmm? Well, there’s a lot more than milk coming out of me, dearie - and all for you! My precious little baby Sara can’t live anymore without all the opioids, sedatives, and relaxants I give her every day, can she?” She’d giggled and squeezed a few arm drops from her ample breasts - and Sara, shocked, ashamed, and entranced despite herself, had begun to drool.

As the draining bottle between Sara’s suckling lips emitted a series of gasps, Mommy Allison smiled once again. “Aww, such a good, thirsty baby! Who could ever imagine you heading a great big company when you can’t even keep your pants dry or go without drinking from your Mommy’s boobies? Come on up here then, little one - let’s give you another round before bedtime!”

Image Credit: ABDreams.com

Please don’t remove my caption; if you do, may your hairdresser accidentally mess up…badly.

[lovesadultbabygirls]

Show me what a little baby you are.

Show me how you can’t seem to keep your thumb out of your mouth, and how comforting it seems to make you once you start sucking on it. Show me how you can’t keep your little droolies from dribbling down your chin. Show me that no matter how many times you try to tell me that you’re a big girl, you can’t keep from making stinky messes in your panties, and you didn’t even realize your peepees had already come out, so you just sat there in your mess and kept playing until your dada noticed what you’ve done. Show me how embarrassed you get when you’re dressed in the most babyish outfits, but know there’s no sense arguing because that’s what babies are supposed to wear. Show me that you’re supposed to be kept in diapies, and they’re not just for show, and you never seem to mind how full you make them. Show me how distracted you can get from watching shows meant for little babies, or those yummy plastic keys you can’t take your eyes off of. Show me how much fun you’re having just laying on your back and playing with the cute sockies covering your little piggies. Show me how you’re not really sure how to use the little baby fork next to your princess plate, and how easy it is to use your fingers to pick up your skettis. Show me how hard it is for you to get your food in your own mouth, and how easy it is for it to wind up in your hair instead. Show me that no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to keep any of your clothes clean, because you love crawling around playing all day and it doesn’t matter how dirty you get. Show me how you clench your crayons with your whole fist, and how scribbling the colors all over the page is so much easier than staying in the lines like the big girls do. Show me you can’t be trusted to drink from a big girl cup, or even a sippy cup, you’re much too small for that and need your baba. Show me how much you need your dada to watch over you and protect you and take care of everything for you. Show me how it’s hard for you to use any big girl words when you talk because they’re too complicated for babies. Show me that you’re too little to be watching scary shows, and you can’t sleep unless you’re tucked in next to your dada in your comfy feetie jammies. Show me that babies have no self control, and can’t keep their hands out of their diapies, or off their daddies. Show me that babies aren’t concerned about health food, and ask for candies, ice cream, cookies, macaroni and cheese, and all the most yummy things for your tummy. Show me how jealous and pouty you can get if you don’t get your way or you think you’re not getting enough attention. Show me how hard it is for babies to keep from having little temper tantrums. Show me how excited you can get when you see the toy aisle or all the pretty new stuffies you want to get, and ask me to get all of them for you. Show me you need your dada for everything, from tying your shoes, to pulling up your sockies if they fall down, wiping away your boogies, and giving you bubble baths. Show me that you know your dada is there to take care of everything for you, and it doesn’t even cross your mind to go to anyone else when something is wrong, and you know you’re never being a pest or a mooch, you’re just being his baby. Show me how it’s hard for babies to remember all those rules, and that you need spankings and corner times to help you remember them. Show me how much you love your milkies by drinking your babas all up, and you need two hands to hold them. Show me how your dada’s approval and love is all you’ll ever need, and his opinion is the only one that matters to you, and you pay no mind to anyone else. Show me that all of these things aren’t just what you want, but what you need, what makes your little princess parts tingly and feel funny, and it makes you desperate and needy and clingy and ache for your dada’s touch and undivided attention at all times. Show me what a little baby you are.

[bury-she]

Los Angeles was the first city to trial the new fertility boosting formula, in a move to trial a solution for the nations lowering birth rate. A controversial move birthing plenty of critics from across state lines harping on and on about “violations of human rights” and the “irresponsible” use of “untested” drugs in the public water supply. But the world need mavericks, it takes a rule breaker to make a change these days. And what should really matter is how the citizens of the county feel, and being one of those citizens, you have to say you’re quite satisfied with how things are developing here.

Sure, your girlfriend was pretty opinionated on the topic at first, but she eventually came around. She wouldn’t stop going on and on about getting a water filtration system installed, her anger punctuated by having to throw out pair after pair of ripped pants. However, she started to change her tune after she realized she was the biggest girl on the block, and you notice that she subtly started going out of her way to drink more water than usual, which has only cemented her lead.

These days she always has a straw to her lips, the only exception being refilling her bottle with more water, or when her lips were busy with you. She’s probably the biggest girl in the county, by now- if not the world. Coincidentally, the paper-pushers who first thought of putting formula in the water system were right- it has had a positive effect on the frequency, and intensity, of your intimate meetings. You’ve have to continue to relearn a few things to work around her perpetually larger mass, but she makes a point to reward your diligent effort putting up with her new hobby.

[Phew, THAT was a fun one to whip up. Nothing makes me happier than finding a picture where the pose is just right, theres no occluding objects, the colors are vibrant, the framings right.. this thing practically morphed itself!]

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[glfcollection]

[binkieprincess-deactivated20230]

My lil happy place.

[dprdom-deactivated20240905]

“Stop looking so shocked and dry up those alligator tears before I give you a real reason to be crying like a little baby”  

She stood frozen in the doorway of the “secret room” that she had been warned about.  The depths of humiliation that she felt rushing through her made her momentarily forget about the tears and concentrate on the tingling in her kitty.

“I don’t want to sleep in a baby crib!  Please, I’ll be a good girl, I promise,” she said as he took her by the hand and slowly walked her towards her embarrassing fate.  The butterflies in her tummy were at full flutter as he forcibly led her to the side of this extra large crib.  

As he let down the side, he pointed at the crib and said, “Get that diapered bottom into your new baby crib where you will be spending the nights when Daddy thinks you’ve been naughty.  Did Daddy’s little humiliation baby think she was going to sleep in Daddy’s bed when she gets sent to bed with wet diapers?  Awwww, don’t be a silly little one, Daddy’s bed doesn’t have a plastic sheet to protect it from a little bedwetter like you….. you’re so silly.”  

The tears rolled from her eyes even as she was tightening her thighs to alleviate the throbbing she felt.  How she absolutely hated this embarrassment, the humiliation of being forcibly regressed to a diapered little baby and treated like a dumb little toddler that can’t make adult decisions.  

“What a Big Cry baby you are!  Are you crying because you look so ridiculous in your diapers and toddler jammies?  Are you crying because I spanked you earlier?  Are you crying because you’re realizing that I’ve figured you out and I’m going to humiliate you just as you fantasized about?  Are you crying because you’re the one that asked for all of this?”  

“If you get out of the crib without my assistance, it will be a bare bottom spanking.  There are no warnings, zero tolerance,”  he said as he picked up the hairbrush on the nightstand to show it off.  “You will be spanked like a naughty girl, you will be scolded like a naughty girl, stood in the corner like a naughty girl and talked to like a naughty girl.  If you’re in trouble or talking entirely too much, then you can expect a pacifier.” he lectured as he slowly held the large pacifier in front of her before forcing it into place.  

“Awwww, more tears from the little crybaby.  Don’t worry baby, you’ve already told me all of your fantasies and darkest secrets and we both know that this is what you need and what you want…. even if you won’t ever admit it again,”  he said in a soft but understanding voice.  

His worlds were mesmerizing to her even though her tears of defeat and humiliation.  The fear is what caused most of her tears, the fear that he was a master at humiliation and seemed to push her boundaries just beyond their points of breaking but with gentle tenderness in his intent and firmness in his hands.

“Sleep tight little baby, tomorrow I’ll explain how tease and denial work before we start your chastity training.  Big girl releases will be earned with good girl gold stars and you currently don’t have any.  If you’re a naughty girl then it will be quite a long time before you see a big girl release or pair of big girl undies!” 

He let out a laugh as he was closing the door but stopped and took one last look at the grown adult woman that he had just reduced to a little baby in a wet diaper that is about to fall asleep in her very own crib.  He smiled with contentment knowing that he was bringing her fantasies to reality…. a very new reality that she was going to learn to accept.   

He said, “Don’t forget little princess, That you asked for this.  Your reality has now changed little one and you will be slowly integrated into a new reality that comprises all of your fantasy ideas and dreams.  You said, “I feel like I should be treated and humiliated like a little baby since I look like a baby.”  What bra size is tinier than a training bra? Do they have sizes that go negative?   Those are not womanly breasts young lady, they are just little baby bits.  Where are your womanly hips?  A grown woman has hips strong enough to give birth, but you have no hips at all, just a cute little bottom that looks like it needs to be powdered and diapered!  No worries, I promise to be dedicated and loyal to your much-needed humiliation and tender loving care.  Night Night baby girl…. “ 

[onelittlekingdom]

Repeat After Me...

It is better to have no Daddy, than a shitty Daddy… It is better to have no Daddy, than a shitty Daddy… It is better to have no Daddy, than a shitty Daddy…

I speak to far too many little ones who come tell me about how they are afraid their Daddies, who are treating them with little regard, are going to leave them. Here’s the truth little girl/man: I hope they do. That type of dynamic is damaging. 

Gaining any old half ass Daddy, isn’t the prize that validates your submission. Gaining a good Daddy, who sees who you really are, and treats your submission with respect, is what will validate your submission. 

Don’t sit on the pot, when you deserve the throne.

JerseyDaddy🌹

[dprdom-deactivated20240905]

Put your sippycup down and pay attention! Good advice.

[milky-jugs-blog]

Finished this one today after i asked for ideas of what to draw :D I think she came out fine :D

[sshafer71]

[regressionrevolution]

Cindy was being punished for smoking on the school grounds.

You might think the thick cloth diaper and pink plastic pants she is wearing are her punishment but you’d be wrong. Every pupil at the academy wears them, it’s a part of the uniform.

Cindy’s punishment is twofold. Firstly she’s being held back after school to clear up the bric-a-brac and litter left by smokers like her who had thought they could turn a secluded and unused porch of the school building into there own private clubhouse. The second part of punishment is unseen, bubbling away inside of her. After a spanking earlier, the principal lower the seat of her diaper and administered an enema. Not only is this uncomfortable for Cindy but she is well aware she is not going to able to hold it in before she finishes clearing the porch. Which in turn means walking home in a dirty diaper. She knows it’s going to be next to impossible to argue with her mother that she should be allowed to go to the concert next week without a diaper, after now having to ask the same woman to wipe her messy bottom clean.

[paddedlittleparadise]

Well, now what? What do you want me to do now? I mean, you told me that you wanted to see me dressed up like a silly baby girl, that it would turn you on…and, well, here I am. It’s stupid and humiliating, sure - but I did it anyway. I really wanted to see what you’d say, you know. So…is it everything you dreamed it would be? everything you’ve ever fantasized about?

Yeah, that’s right. I even went out and found some adult diapers; check if you want, but you’ll see I’ve got one on under this silly onesie. I don’t do things half-assed, you know! I even looked up kid hairstyles online and did up my hair like this to match… Guess you can’t say I never do anything for you now, can you?

Wait, what are you doing with your phone? Are you…taking pictures of me like this? Well, I guess if you want to jerk off to them later, why not? No…wait! You- you- You’re not going to send those to anyone, are you? You wouldn’t dare! Don’t you fucking joke around with me, Steve - this isn’t funny! Please, no, really, I’m serious. I’m begging you, please. Don’t send those to my sister; she’d never let me hear the end of it…!

God, are you serious? What are you saying - you’ll, like, use them as blackmail or something? You bastard! You absolute bastard…! Okay, fine. What do you want me to do now? Give you a blow job or something? Wait, what? No, no way. That’s some fucked up shit right there. You seriously think I’m going to piss myself in this outfit just to make you happy? 

***

And yet, despite her loud complaints, you knew that in only a few minutes you’d have her flooding her cheap department store diaper just as you commanded. Sally was such a pushover when it came to her reputation, so blackmail worked like a dream… And this would definitely be only the beginning. She was too dim to realize it, but with every recorded act of compliance, she was only digging her grave deeper. You wondered absently: think she’ll be messing herself by the weekend? There was only one way to find out - and you were more than happy to give it a shot. 

Image Credit: Privatina.eu?

Please don’t delete my caption; if you do, may any and all diapers you use leak and clump!

[paddedlittleparadise]

Chris, AKA Christina, gazed dreamily up into the nursery ceiling’s painted clouds, drifting amid the wonderfully seductive softness of his babyish surroundings. Legs splayed, bottle in mouth, and wearing her cutest Hello Kitty shirt and an extra-thick diaper, Chris was in her own luscious world of pretty colors, soft sounds, and comforting sensations. As she steadily drained the gently psychoactive contents of her bottle, her mind slipped further and further into a wonderfully infantile world, in which there were no grown-up worries, no cares, not even any feelings of guilt over allowing himself to become such a girly girl…

It wasn’t that difficult to explain. “Chris needs some serious psychotherapy,” the college counselor had advised last fall, in her typical no-nonsense tone. “Consequently, I’m strongly recommending that he be enrolled in our Psychological Wholeness and Betterment Program. Perhaps there they’ll be able to find a way to work out his problematic anti-social behaviors…” And so he had come there last fall, scoffing at the entire idea and griping about how he’d rather be playing Halo or hooking up with some hot girls than talking to a head doctor.

All that had changed one rainy afternoon in November, when the real breakthrough had come. He’d been given a mild sedative and a round of hypnotic therapy…and though he didn’t remember any of it later, they informed him that he’d confided how insecure he felt, how much he missed his old stuffed animals, how he wanted mommy to take care of him, and how cute he wanted to feel. “It’s clear where we need to go now,” his therapist had explained smilingly, as Chris merely shuffled his feet and tried to salvage whatever scraps of manly bravado he had left. “Next session, I think we’re going to start on a little journey to the past. I think you’re really going to enjoy it, Chris…”

***

Fast forward to now. After four months of steady treatment, Chris - Christina now whenever she was in the therapist’s improvised nursery - was a completely different character. Thanks to some well-administered hypnosis, relaxants, and other aids, she’d come to embrace not only her inner girl but her inner toddler as well. From the moment she entered the nursery and her therapist dressed her in her babyish outfit, she was the girlie baby. She giggled, crawled, sucked her thumb, drank bottle after bottle - which the therapist thoughtfully laced with varying combinations of sedatives, diuretics, and laxatives to help her patient’s emotions and digestive system - and effortlessly wet and filled her diapers like a true infant. The old Chris had disappeared, his macho and aggressive behavior eliminated entirely.

For who could ever feel truly macho when perhaps only an hour before they had been wearing the most babyish and girly clothes, hungrily sucking their baby bottle and soaking their Pampers?

Image Credit: Adultbaby.xxx

Please don’t remove my caption; if you do, may you be stricken with an incurable case of everlasting hiccups.