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PA announcement: to all of the FAKE mommies out there trying scam us Littles out of money.. SCREW YOU, you’re a PLAGUE on our community!

And to all of the REAL mommies out there, I’m sorry that you are effectively being blocked from finding your true little one. Ya know, it’s all their fault that you hadn’t found me right away!

Seriously!! I’m sick of this crap! This is Tumblr’s version of those Chinese phone calls we all get. Annoying AF!!

See?! if I had a mommy right now, I’d be getting spanked for my potty mouth.. AND THATS NOT HAPPENING RIGHT NOW CAUSE OF FAKE MOMMIES!!!!!!! Errr!!

#diapered boy #ab dl lifestyle #abdl community #abdl thoughts #fake mommy

diaperedbaby212

mommysparadise

Caught being mommy’s helpless little baby in front of the big girls 🧒 hiding those crinkly diapers now so redfaced and cute but that’s what happens when you’re not big kid school

Confident and cute diaper in public 💕😒

Like and reblog if you wear diaper in public 🥰

If you’re incontinent, and you wear dips 24/7 to manage it, can you consider yourself “diaper dependent”? …per its meaning in the community.

Cuz usually “diaper dependent” , I would think that your saying that you’re NOT inco and are wishing to find yourself dependent on diapers for all your toileting needs but still have control over your bladder and bowels, right?

#diaper dependent #ab dl lifestyle #diaper training #diaper discipline #diapered24/7 #abdl community

Sopping wet&messy!!!

Still 24/7/365

Abena M4+2booster= confidence!

#diapered boy #diaper dependent #diapered24/7 #abena m4 #diapered life #messy diaper

glwblog

Reblog If…

nomorepantsforme

To continue the reblog series on kinky stuff I am into: Random Diaper Checks in public.

This one really pushes my buttons. The thought of having someone inspect the state of your diaper in public at random intervals has some unexpected appeal to it. To have a caretaker you trust so much that you can submit to him/her to such degree would be really wonderful. The mixture of the embarrassment of having to expose your diaper in public and the comfort of having someone to take care of your every need, combines to an experience that really makes you feel what submission is about. You can trust your caretaker. You don´t need to worry about the potty. You don´t need to worry about the state of your diaper. Just be yourself and let go of all those responsibilities. If your caretaker decides that you need to be checked, who are you to oppose it? After all, they know what they are doing and they only want the best for you…

If you are also into very revealing random diaper checks in public, reblog this and reach out to everyone who feels the same.

agere-guide

How to regress (AGERE)?

🧸 1. Create a Safe Space

Find a private, quiet, and comfortable place.

Use soft lighting, cozy blankets, and items that feel safe.

If you have a caregiver (CG), let them know you're regressing. (If possible! some littles may be nonverbal <3)

🎨 2. Gather Comfort Items (Optional but Helpful)

Stuffies/plushies

Blankets or pacifiers

Sippy cups or bottles

Snacks (like applesauce, juice boxes, goldfish crackers)

Toys, coloring books, or sensory items

🎧 3. Choose Comforting Activities

Watch cartoons or kids’ movies

Color or play with toys

Listen to lullabies or soft music

Nap or cuddle with a stuffed animal

Use kids' apps or games

Talk in a childlike voice if it helps

🫧 4. Let Go of Adult Worries

Try to mentally "put away" responsibilities

Use affirmations like: "I am safe." "I don’t have to worry right now." "It’s okay to be small."

🛑 5. Set Limits

Set a timer if you have things to do later

Avoid regressing in unsafe or inappropriate environments

Practice self-care after regressing — drink water, reflect gently, and ease back into your usual mindset

Optional: Journaling or Memory Triggers

Some find it helpful to keep a regression journal or make a playlist of comforting songs, shows, or smells that help trigger the regressed mindset.

⚠️ Important Notes

Please keep an eye on yourself; keep safe when regressing.

Remind yourself: “It’s okay to need comfort.” There’s no shame in wanting to feel little or cared for.

You don’t have to “act like a child” — regression is about your internal experience, not outward behavior.

Everyone's regression looks different; there is no wrong or right way to regress.

lovingmylipssealed69

Good luck sweetie 😘 we gotta get ready for tomorrow.

I know I know but you will get used to things in your mouth and throat 💅

pup-stolas

😍 Leave it this way allllllll night

sissydiaper22

adultbabystories

Daddy having his friends over can be so tiring. Sometimes it’s too much and I’m finding myself almost falling asleep on the floor.

It begins when daddy dresses me up in the most babyish way that he can. It means a huge diaper butt, double diapered and stuffed. Then over it, my favorite printed skunk onesie and a tight overall that his friends wouldn’t miss my juvenile giant padding. He prepares the living room with my playing mat and all my favorite toys that he chose for me.

When the doorbell rings and they’re coming in, I feel my cheeks flushing red from the embarrassment. These older men are going to treat me like I’m no older than two years old. I hate it but I’m getting a stiffy in my diaper.

They’re greeting me by caressing my head, patting my back, hugging me, then they are off to say hello to daddy. One by one they are taking turns playing with me. One stands over me, baby talks to me, and makes me beg for my pacifier back. One sits by me and tells me what colors should I use for my coloring book. Another takes me into his lap and feeds me a bottle. I notice all of them are having a hard-on and touching themselves as they are playing with me. My stiffy hurts.

It becomes so late and I’m so tired. Daddy and his friends are talking and laughing, touching each other, kissing each other, while I sit on the floor, watching the men being men. They are starting to take off their clothes and move to the bedroom. I was their appetizer, just an early treat, now they are moving to the real meal. My peepee hurts so bad. I want to join them, but I can’t. Daddy says I’m not a man enough to have sex anymore. I take my trusted dog plushie to hold and lay on the floor. I’m so tired and daddy wouldn’t be available to put me to bed anytime soon. I might just take a little nap while moans come from the bedroom.

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@kinkpup4luck will just have to ignore his stiffy. You can find him on Twitter - @pup_skunk (click on the handle to get there)

mommyameliestorycorner

Commission: Naps, nappies, and his new reality!

It was just after lunch, that heavy, drowsy part of the day when the littles start rubbing their eyes and their energy dips into giggles and whining in equal measure. At our adult daycare, that meant one thing: potty time.

I clapped my hands together softly, coaxing smiles from a few sleepy faces. “Alright, darlings, before we get our blankies and cuddle up for nap, it’s time for our potty checks.” I said it in the same sing-song tone I always did, and a few of them wiggled in place with that half-proud, half-nervous look they got.

Not everyone here was in the same place with their training. Some had taken to it nicely—pull-ups mostly dry. Others were still firmly padded, bottoms bulky and squishy, and at least making it to the potty for their number twos...then… there was him. My special case.

But I didn’t start with him. I liked to build up to it, because the comparison made the lesson sink in better.

“Emma, honey, come here first,” I said, patting my thigh. She skipped over, her little sundress swishing as she stopped right in front of me. I crouched down, lifted the hem just slightly, and tugged at the waistband of her pull-up.

I poked the front gently, giving a little squeeze, and smiled. “Ohhh, look at you! Nice and dry as a daisy. Someone’s a big girl today, aren’t they?” Emma beamed and nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“See?” I said to the others. “That’s what we like to see, clean and dry, ready for nap with no fuss.”

Next was Anna. She waddled over, already tugging at her waistband, cheeks pink. I leaned close, slipping two fingers under the stretchy edge of her diaper. The padding was just a little swollen, squishy against my fingertips.

“Mmm, just a teeny bit wet,” I teased, giving her a playful tap on the hip. “But…” lowering my voice like we were sharing a secret. “You did your big poopy on the potty today, didn’t you?”

Anna’s shy little grin gave her away. She nodded, and Emma clapped for her.

“That’s right!” I said, ruffling her hair. “So one tiny wet spot in a diaper isn’t the end of the world. I’m still very proud of you.” She blushed brighter but leaned into my hand anyway.

Then it was his turn.

I didn’t even need to call him. He stood off to the side, shifting from foot to foot, refusing to meet my eyes. His pull-up days were still far off, and both he and I knew it. I crooked a finger.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s not keep everyone waiting.”

He shuffled over, face pink as a rose, and I lowered myself onto the padded mat to meet him. Even before I tugged at the waistband of his thick diaper, I caught the faint sour-sweet smell that confirmed what I already knew. Still, I slid a hand to the back, pressing just gently, and my palm squished against the unmistakable bulk of a very, very full nappy.

I wrinkled my nose dramatically. “Oh dear… I was hoping maybe today you’d surprise me.” My tone was sweet, but laced with a teasing lilt that made him squirm. “But nooo, here we are again. A big, messy baby bottom, right when we were all getting ready for nap.”

Emma giggled behind her hand. “He’s stinky again!”

Anna nodded seriously, adding, “He always is. He never makes it.”

He whined softly, trying to hide his face, but I gently took his wrist and pulled him closer. “Shhh, don’t pout. We all know you are not ready for pull-ups yet. That’s why he still needs thick nappies, hmm?” I gave the swollen seat of his diaper a light pat, and he yelped softly at the squish.

“Come on, down you go.” I guided him onto the changing mat while the girls knelt nearby, curious eyes glued to the ritual. I hummed softly, untaping one side, then the other, folding back the front of the swollen diaper. The smell wafted up stronger now, and I wrinkled my nose again playfully. “Pee-yew! Did someone have an accident?”

His cheeks burned red, but Emma leaned forward, wrinkling her nose too. “It’s so stinky. My pull-ups are never like that.”

Anna chimed in, “I use the potty for that. I don’t need a messy diaper anymore.”

I smiled at them both, handing Emma the wipes box to hold. “See, girls? That’s what practice and trying your best looks like. Unlike somebody here…” I teased as I cleaned him up, each wipe making him flinch with embarrassment. “Somebody who still makes big messies right in his pants like a little baby.”

When he was clean, I slid a fresh diaper under his hips, thick and crinkly. The girls leaned close, fascinated, as I powdered him and pulled the padding snug around his waist. The tapes landed with firm little rips, and just like that, he was securely back in his baby bubble.

“All done,” I cooed, patting the front of his diaper so it gave a soft, puffy squish. “Fresh as a daisy…well, almost.”

Emma poked at his padded front with one finger, giggling. “It’s so thick! Mine’s way thinner.” She tugged at the waistband of her pull-up for comparison, showing off the slim padding. “See? Big kids don’t need all that.”

Anna added, “He’ll never get pull-ups if he keeps being messy.”

I grinned, smoothing his shirt down over the waistband of his fresh diaper. “That’s exactly right, girls. Pull-ups are for littles who can keep their pants clean and dry most of the time. And our friend here…” I gave his diaper a light pat, making him squirm. “…well, he’s not there yet, is he?”

He mumbled something into his thumb, which only made the girls giggle harder.

By then, the clock was ticking toward nap, so I herded all three of them toward the padded mats lined up in the corner. I helped Anna settle down first, her damp diaper making a faint squish as she curled onto her side. Then Emma, tugging her blanket up proudly, whispering, “I’m still dry.”

Finally, I eased him down onto his mat, fluffing his blanket over him. His diaper crinkled loudly, the fresh padding already ballooning between his thighs. Emma reached over once more, giving his front a playful poke.

“Goodnight, baby,” she teased. “Don’t make another stinky.”

The girls giggled, and I smoothed hair back from each of their foreheads. “Shhh now. Time for quiet, all of you. Naptime means rest, not teasing.”

Still, as I watched their eyes flutter shut, Emma proud, Anna content, and him flushed with shame in his fresh diaper, I couldn’t help but smile. Some littles just take longer than others. And until then… well, that’s what babysitters like me were here for.

Thank you for commisisoning this story!