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@little-trident
At LNGU, we’ll never let you stop wearing diapers!
We’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth…
(Well… mostly Charlotte will. 👀😂)
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Hahahaha! This is SO cute! LOVE this SO much! Charlotte is VERY persuasive! ;)
“That’s it, my thick-diapered little mess… keep that tongue working exactly where Mommy needs it 🍼😈”
She rocks gently in the creaky wooden chair, her floral dress hiked up around her hips, legs draped possessively over his shoulders. The bulk of his triple-layered, crinkly diapers presses against the floorboards as he kneels helplessly between her thighs...face buried deep, nose filled with her scent, mouth sealed in obedient service.
His padded bottom wiggles pathetically with every denied throb trapped inside the soggy prison she taped on him this morning. No relief, no touching, no cumming-ever again if she decides so. Just endless edging frustration while he worships.
She threads fingers through his hair and pulls him tighter, grinding slowly against his eager, humiliated mouth.
“Mmm… such a good baby boy using his special kissy place like Mommy taught you 👅💦 No big-boy privileges anymore, remember? Only diapers, bottles, and serving Mommy’s pretty pussy whenever she snaps her fingers.”
A soft whimper vibrates against her as his tongue swirls desperately—trying so hard to please, knowing any slacking means the paci gag, the crib, and another week locked in denial.
She sighs contentedly, sipping her tea with one hand while the other keeps his head locked in place.
“Deeper, sweetie. Flatten that tongue and lick like the pathetic, permanently babied little denied toy you are. If you make Mommy cum hard enough… maybe-just maybe-I’ll let you hump your soggy diapee later while I laugh at how tiny and useless you stay 🍆⛔️🍼”
She clenches her thighs around his ears, rocking faster now, voice dropping to a mocking purr:
“Say thank you for forcing you back into babyhood… for taking away your manhood… for making you Mommy’s oral-diaper slave forever.”
Muffled, broken, dripping with shame and need, the words come out against her slick folds:
“Th-thank you… Mommy… for—forcing me… into diapees… and—and making me… your denied… baby…”
She smiles wickedly, hips bucking as pleasure builds.
“Good boy. Now don’t stop until I’m finished… and remember-good babies swallow every drop and thank Mommy afterward ♡👶🚫💦”
🍼😈👅⛔️🍼
😛😛😛😛
I will do this
I will do this for you Mommy❤️
I think, Not and Mommy will do this
(all characters are 18+) Mommy’s little boy thought he could still be a man tonight. He begged for sex, whined for her to touch him like a grown-up. She only smiled, sat him on the nursery floor, and pulled the thick white diaper up over his hips herself.
“No more big-boy privileges,” she cooed, rocking slowly while he knelt between her thighs, face pressed against the soft fabric of her nightgown. Her hand rested heavy on the back of his neck, keeping him right where babies belong.
“You don’t get to fuck Mommy anymore. You get to be changed, powdered, and kept soft and helpless. Look at you… already leaking into your diaper just from being denied. Good. Stay down there and remember who decides when and if you ever get to be a man again. Now lick me well.”
He whimpered against her, diapered and denied, while she rocked and hummed, claiming every last scrap of his dignity.
Have you recently your partner's secret vaping habit?
Replace that e-cig with a paci!
It's a much healthier outlet for their oral fixation, and there's nothing cuter than catching a supposed adult sneaking off to 'take a hit' off their binkie!
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Oh just hanging out at work cleaning inside the ovens lol
I yearn for a dad boyfriend who braids my hair and calls me kiddo while I sit on his lap
Get you a kidnapper who will also kidnap your stuffies.
dad kink because i need someone to make me eat regular meals and go to bed on time
Every girl needs a car seat. Not just from a safety perspective but in general. She’s much to little to function like an adult so she should be treated age accordingly. Baby’s have to be placed in car seats and so she does to. Force her into the back seats while the grown ups sit up front. Make sure she’s strapped in extra tight and securely. (Additional wrist and ankle cuffs may be needed if she wants to protest and fuss about it but ultimately at the end of the day she doesn’t get a choice in the matter.) make sure she has her paci gag nice and tightly strapped on as well so you don’t have to listen to any little moans and protests from your sweet little princess in the back.
It’s a good idea to make sure she isn’t wearing anything between her legs. It keeps her nappy visible at all times and makes sure she can’t hide it or shy away. Making sure the crotch strap is nice and tightly secured between her legs to force her nappy to rub against her private areas getting her nice and frustrated. Hearing all the little crinkles and muffled moans as she shifts; desperately trying to fight against her restraints - it’s futile, it never works but it doesn’t stop her from trying.
She has to use her nappy for everything as well. The grown ups aren’t going to unstrao her to use the bathroom. She is wearing her bathroom after all and it must be fully used before she even thinks about getting a change, knowing that someone is going to be very wet and very tired from all of her fighting by the time that the journey is over. Girlie has to use her nappy for everything, if she needs to go pee pee she needs to learn to relax and let go all while barely able to move. Safely restrained and embolised. if she needs to go messy and make a slushy accident as well that’s going to end up in her pants too. Fighting to lift herself up for a moment only to be held down against her mess. Forced to sit and stew in her accidents all the while the nice tight straps holding everything in place and keeping all of her accidents tightly held against her.
She has her age appropriate baby toys and favourite stuffed animal to keep her company at all times and her blanket safely clutched in her hands when she needs it. This is her life now, permanently. She has no choice, no chance to escape and once she learns that she will be much happier. She can plead and beg but nothing will change her predicament, no matter how much she rebels, cries and throws tantrums like a toddler the grown ups keep her this way out of love, kindness for there little princess, there perfect doll.
Having to mess your pants way past your bedtime, and helplessly wriggling and groaning in your spiked mittens and booties behind the confines of an impossibly large wooden crib.
Your each everyone movement and complaint is outlined audibly by your bulky nighttime padding. Your caregiver doesn’t even need the baby monitor, they can hear your discomfort from a few doors down.
They sleepily undo the nursery door lock, and walk over to the crib, unlatching the side wall and plucking you into their arms and over their shoulder like you weigh less than nothing.
Tears form at the corners of your eyes in both pain and embarrassment as your stomach begs for relief. Your caregiver rubbing your backside softly, cooing in a sing-song voice:
“There, there. Such a grumpy baby tonight, hm? Just let go for me, hun. Your trusty Huggies will keep it all under control.”
They kiss the side of your forehead and it’s like the spell has been lifted. Your body goes limp on demand, and you burrow your face into your caregiver’s neck as you slowly and softly push, your padded backside bulging slightly above the arm supporting it.
The diaper shifts and sags under its new weight, and the nursery begins to smell a tad more authentic. In your dozy, baby-brained state, you hardly even realize what just transpired.
Your eyes snap closed and you drift off almost immediately, too sleepy to complete anything more than your most basic bodily functions.
Your caregiver grins, happy with how thoroughly they’ve broken you into the perfect little infant. They lay you down gently on the changing table, carefully so as to not disturb your sleep.
Your old nighttime padding is replaced with blinding efficiency by another of the same brand and thickness, and you’re hoisted up and back into your crib like the whole incident never even happened.
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can we see the princess' ootd? also, dip check!
wearin skort!! n im still dry :p
it's not what it looks like....