Padded Eevee 🍼🦊

Age: 21+ / Married 🎀✨= taken ABDL, CGL & DDLG NSFW blog 18+ only

[imtellingmommytoo]

Oh stop your fussing sissy it's not happening, it's already happened. It's over now, there's nothing left to do but change you into a fresh diapee!

Omg! Are you serious did my sissy finally lose control?

Yep, come feel. Your little Betsy wetsy here is ready for her fist of many changes.

I can't thank you enough for helping me train him...I mean her.

Oh of course, it's no problem I do this all the time. You wanted the best and that's me hun. Besides, I love seeing them like this for the first time, all panicked and fussy. Don't worry baby, when I come back for you six-month checkup and reenforcement lessons, you'll be nearly broken, if not fully. I love seeing that too, when they finally accept their fate, it takes a bit longer with some sissy babies but it's so worth it!

[cutedummybaby]

Poor cute little sissy baby

[laladynms]

What a day for a daydream🌷

@carptrout

[amad15]

A Summer Evening

An evening on my patio with a full grown woman… reduced to my little baby… wearing a diaper and one of my t-shirts… while she plays with sidewalk chalk, I sip a bourbon and admire her loss of adulthood…. >>>

[infantil1zed]

pilates or diaper change positions?

[littlebabecakes]

Daisy is a baby too ya know 🦌🌼

[ferngullytrees]

I love this view ❤️

[balljointed-succubus]

ughhh god the idea of words manipulating situations

being approached in public and told, "oh, sweetie, are you lost? where's your owner? there's no tag on your collar."

you reach to your neck. you aren't wearing a collar! but you are. there was no grandiose appearance, it's just there. she reaches under your skirt, giving a gentle, "let's check your diaper, sweetie." diaper? what is she talking about?

and there it is. unmistakably. you don't remember putting it on. you don't remember wearing it, but you also don't remember it appearing. it's seamlessly wrapped around your waist. and like clockwork, when you hear, "oh, sweet thing, you definitely need a change."

you do. you notice the sensations of a diaper that's reached the brink, but you never went, did you? how could you remember using it if you don't remember wearing it?

"i'll take care of you, tiny little thing." the woman a foot shorter says to you, but when she lifts you into her arms, she had always had about two feet on you. you could've sworn she was shorter, but what do you know?

clearly you're just a silly little pet who needs to be cared for.

aren't you?~

[diapereddoe]

I heard you miss the face stuff

[prettyprettypaci3]

In a bizarre way, you would have preferred if I dressed you in a onesie and a bonnet and a pair of soft booties. Sure, you would feel humiliated, but it would be like wearing a costume. Playing a role. You could look at your ridiculous outfit in the mirror and say, "this is make-believe. That's not the real me."

But after I put you back in diapers, I chose your outfit for date night: a sexy little black dress, cute heels, an expensive bra. You did your hair and makeup perfectly, like you would have in your clubbing days. If not for the fat, disgusting diaper peeking out from under your flirty tiered skirt, you would have felt confident and desirable, just like the night we met.

But then, before our candelight dinner, I clipped the big yellow pacifier to your shoulder strap. I fastened the silicone scoop bib around your neck and applied the numbing gel to your tongue and lips.

Because this is so much more delicious to me: a woman in her prime, desperate to feel sexy, being forced to nurse red wine from a baby bottle and drool truffle pasta into the scoop of her bib. You try to cross your legs coquettishly, but the diaper full of piss forces you to splay them. You cringe with shame at my amused smile, knowing that no matter how much effort you make, no matter what clothes you wear, there's no way I'll see you as a grown woman — ever again.

[prettyprettypaci3]

⛔️ Putting you back in diapers and ordering you to use them.

✅️ Putting you back in diapers and ordering you NOT to use them.

You heard me right. If I see one drop of pee in the padding of your diaper, you will be punished severely. You get 5 minutes on the toilet between your daily changes. Then it's back in dry pampers for 6 more hours.

Your life is about to become a never-ending game of holding it... 🙁 holding it... 😖 holding it... 😢

See, if I just forced you to piss yourself, you would resent your diapers. They would be nothing more than a punishment. A humiliating prison.

But now you wish you had the privilege of pissing yourself. Your body aches to use your diapers. They're your waiting savior. Your secret dream.

And the day I finally give you permission to wet your diapers like a pathetic little toddler, you will fall to your knees, with tears in your eyes.

And you will thank me.

[prettyprettypaci3]

The Little Things

❤️ The waistband of a diaper poking casually out of your shorts.

❤️ Seeing your paci in your mouth without me telling you to put it in.

❤️ Little fuzzy ankle socks.

❤️ A smudge of baby powder on your tummy.

❤️ Not taking your bib off after lunch because you forgot you were wearing it.

❤️ Hearing you tinkle in your pampers when the house is quiet.

❤️ Slow dancing with my hand on your padded butt.

❤️ "Can I maybe...stay in my soggy diaper...just a little bit longer?"

❤️ Hearing the rhythmic crinkle of your humping from behind a closed door.

❤️ You not stopping when I open the door.

[prettyprettypaci3]

About Last Night... 🌙

Imagine moving into your own place for the first time in your life. You go to bed in your normal clothes, but in the morning, you're shocked to wake up wearing a fluffy white diaper and childish onesie, with a giant pacifier in your mouth.

You scramble out of bed in a wild panic. Your doors and windows are locked. There's nobody here but you. You call the police, but are too embarrassed to explain what happened, and they shrug off your vague complaint as the jitters of a young adult who's scared to live alone.

The same thing happens the next night: when your eyes open, you can feel the bulky crinkle between your legs and the onesie holding your diaper snug against your crotch. The paci nipple is planted firmly between your lips.

You throw the clothes away. You get the locks changed. You set up a camera in your room at night, but there's always something wrong with the feed. You look into moving, but you can't afford to break your lease.

Again and again, every morning, you're diapered, onesied, and pacified. You feel violated. You lie awake for hours each night, waiting for something to happen, but sleep always takes you eventually.

After a few months, you stop fighting it. You're too exhausted to be scared anymore. You even go to bed wearing the onesie already, since you're sick of replacing your normal bedclothes that always disappear by morning.

It's just something that happens to you.

[prettyprettypaci3]

Wait

You've broken your brain so that you literally cannot orgasm if you're not wearing a diaper.

But you can't put them on yourself. And you can't ask for them verbally.

When you want to hump, you have to grab a fresh diaper from your basket, come find me, and hold the crinkly square out in front of you. Silently and politely. Not one word.

I make you wait like that without acknowledging you, your face growing redder and hotter as the minutes tick by. I often make you wait so long that you'll give up and sheepishly patter away to put the diaper back, feeling like a fool.

But every once in a while, when I'm feeling generous, I'll finally turn my head to look at you, standing nervously with a fluffy white diaper in your hands. It's so fun to see your pupils dilate. To hear your barely suppressed moan as I grin and rise slowly to my feet.

"Okay. Lie down on the floor."

[prettyprettypaci3]

There's something about bedwetters. 🤤

In theory, being a pantswetter should be more embarrassing than bedwetting. You're awake and fully conscious and you still can't hold your tinkles? You're so pathetic that you need to wear pull-ups or diapers everywhere you go? But then, if you're in 24/7 padding, it becomes normalized. You learn to manage your condition and it stops making you blush once you realize no one is whispering about you. If you have partners, there's no secret to hide after the first encounter. They already know, and they've either accepted you or rejected you.

But being a bedwetter. You have a transition period every night where you kiss your adulthood goodbye and wrap yourself up in childish padding, because your dumb-dumb sleepy brain can't help but go potty all over the mattress. You can't let yourself fall asleep after having adult fun with someone, because you know you'll both wake up in a wet bed; it's the nightmare scenario in the back of your mind. Bedtime diapering may become routine, but not exactly normal. Every sunset is a reminder that it's time to stop playing grown-up and put on your pampers. There's no escape.

Yes, give me bedwetters. 🥰

[pineconesanddiapers]

What if (and hear me out.)

What if both?

Both is good, too, right? 🫣

[daddy-for-my-gf]

Crotch straps! 🤤

Can we talk about soft, padded crotch straps over diapers?? The way they pull the strap into your pussy, the constant reminder of no escape, and the constant arousal at its teasing hold.

Crotch straps on high chairs, in car seats, on straight jackets, on prams and push chairs. Daddy tells you they are there to keep you safe, but safe means ‘you can’t run away from Daddy’ safe means ‘you need your Daddy’ safe means ‘Daddy will never let you go, never let you grow up, always his big adult baby’ that he will love and care for, belittle, and ridicule….. such a cute pissy baby held tight by her cute soft straps……

[diapereddoe]

Sometimes big girls need tummy time too 👉🏽👈🏽

[nanny-nova]

Girls need to be spanked until they cry all their big girl thoughts out, put in diapers so thick they can't walk, and tied down in their crib so that they don't have to. Sorry I do make the rules and this is what I've decided. If you fuss then I can add more things to that list.

[diapereddoe]

After a very full weekend of sexy big girl fun at the cabin with my friends. An afternoon sucking on my binky and going tinkles in my pampers is just what I need. And these totally babyish dorky diapers give me total unpotty trained toddler vibes 🙈