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Sammy's Little Problem, Chapter 31

“So dramatic! It’s not that bad!”

“Then you do it!”

“Sorry, honey, I deal with enough poop as it is.”

Sammy glared at Allie, who returned it with a smile.

The small, thin plastic bag was all that was about to separate Sammy’s hand from Kaya’s warm, stinky poop.

Inspiration struck Sammy. “You know, poop is a great fertilizer. I bet if we leave it, we’ll have the best lawn in the neighborhood!”

“Nice try, Sammy”

Kaya sits next to Sammy, panting happily in the shade of the oak tree.

“Proud of yourself, Kaya?”

Sammy reached down and grabbed the poop.

“Ew, ew, ew!”

Allie laughed at Sammy’s clumsy, yet ultimately successful, operation.

“Okay, let’s go wash your hands.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice!”

Sammy followed Allie inside, while Kaya decided she wanted a few more minutes of sunbathing.

“It’s hot outside,” Sammy said, holding out her hand for Allie to squirt the soap.

With her hands washed, Sammy headed to the couch to enjoy her lazy Saturday morning.

One thing Sammy was grateful for—despite Allie Little-proofing all the streaming apps—was that Sammy could still access all the educational documentaries she loved.

And not just the ones for Littles and children.

Scrolling through Netflix, she found an interesting show called “A Trip to Infinity.” Satisfied after watching the trailer, she put it on.

A few minutes later, Allie came into the room holding a basket of laundry.

“This is what you watch for fun? My brain hurts and it’s only been 30 seconds!”

“It’s fascinating.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Allie said walking away.

Sammy was so focused on the show, she shook when someone knocked on the door.

She stared at the door, unsure if she should open it or wait for Allie. She was saved the trouble.

“I wonder who that could be?” Allie opened the door.

“Heyyy Allie! Hey Sammy!” Lindsay boomed excitedly.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” Allie asked.

“Jeez, a sister can’t drop by unannounced to say hello? Way to make a girl feel welcome!”

Everyone laughed as Allie let Lindsay in and shut the door.

Lindsay saw Sammy’s show and giggled. “Some things never change, eh?” She sat next to Sammy.

Sammy knew Lindsay long enough to know she was excited about something, but looking for an opening.

She gave it to her. “So, what’s up, Linds?”

“Well, I wanted to see if you and Allie wanted to come help me move into my dorm on Monday since it’ll be harder to hang out for a while.”

Sammy recognized the pure joy on Lindsay’s face, the excitement of starting her next chapter in life. She understood it. Understood why she wanted her best friend there for it.

And understood that she didn’t mean to cause the sharp pangs of jealousy and grief tearing through Sammy.

She was happy for Lindsay, of course. Genuinely, authentically happy.

“Wha—? Oh…” Sammy stammered.

It wasn’t that Sammy didn’t want to be there for Lindsay. She did.

But she should be getting ready to move into her own dorm…

Lindsay noticed Sammy’s hesitation, eyes wide with the realization that her question was vastly more emotionally complicated than she expected. She should have known.

“O-only if you want to, of course! I…” she said, looking to Allie for support.

Unlike Lindsay, Allie understood why Sammy would be hesitant. What emotions must be bubbling inside of her.

Maybe it would be better to tell Lindsay they had plans to save Sammy the burden of answering—let alone going.

But another voice, stronger and more assured, echoed in her head. Telling her what she knew was true.

Sammy needed to be the one to decide.

“What do you think, Sammy?” Allie asks.

Sammy dreaded being on campus, surrounded by peers embarking on their college experience, knowing she’ll never be a part of it.

The alternative scared her more.

What would it mean if she hid from reality in her nursery, protected by the very thing that was stealing her future?

No.

“I-I’d love to help, Linds!”

Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief before hugging Sammy.

“Yay! Thank you so much, Sam! I know it won’t be easy but…but I couldn’t imagine doing this without my best friend with me!”

Allie watched Sammy and Lindsay discuss the dorm, the move, and Lindsay’s plan to decorate it. Sammy never ran from the conversation. She had never been prouder of Sammy.

Maybe Sammy can make it to Stanford after all.

Lindsay stayed another hour before Allie hinted that it was almost nap time. Not wanting to make it seem obvious, Lindsay came up with an excuse about packing.

“Bye guys, see you Monday!”

With Lindsay gone, Allie sat next to Sammy.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? I can tell Lindsay something came up, I know it will be difficult after everything…”

“I’m sure, Allie. I…I need to do it. Even if it sucks.”

“You’re stronger than you realize, you know that?”

Sammy nodded solemnly. “It’s…it’s just how can I make it to Stanford if I’m too scared to face the world? Why should I be ashamed of who I am?”

Allie saw the determination in Sammy’s eyes. “That’s a very mature way of thinking about it. I’m so proud of you, Sammy.”

“Besides, daycare can’t be worse than being on a college campus, with people my age, as a Little, right? If I can do this, I can do anything!”

“Oh, yes. You’re absolutely right. Are you excited about daycare? In two weeks, you start your own college journey. It may not be the same as Lindsay’s, but it’s yours.”

“Y-yeah…I think so,” Sammy answered with far less confidence than before.

“Think so?”

“Well…I want to show everyone I’m not just a Little, that I’m still the same person that got accepted into Stanford…”

“Is there a but in that sentence?”

“I read the Little’s Preparatory Academy welcome packet you left on the counter and… well, did you see the supply list for the first day? Markers, crayons, stickers, and glue sticks!”

“I did, yes. I know it looks odd, but this is where Stanford recommends for you. It must be good if they chose it, right?”

“I guess…”

“Sammy, look at me. You can do this. I believe in you. And even if you change your mind, I’ll love you just as much, got it?”

“Change my mind? Never. I’ll show them; I’ll be the best student the Little’s Preparatory Academy has ever seen. It’ll be no different from high school. Well, except for…you know.”

Allie laughs, hiding the anxiety from Sammy’s determination to continue down the path. Not because she doesn’t believe in Sammy, but because she sees the version of Sammy that would be crushed by the loss of her dream.

“Maybe Lindsay will never help me move into a dorm, but by this time next summer, we will both be college students!”

“I don’t doubt it for a second. But…”

“But?”

“Next summer is a long way away. It’s already past naptime.”

“I’m not tired, Allie! Please can I finish my show? Please?”

Allie sighs. “Fine, but unlike the infinity, you still have a finite amount of time before I put you down.”

Sammy sticks out her tongue. “So funny!”

Ten minutes later, Sammy is fast asleep when Allie picks her up and deposits her into her crib after changing her diaper.

[littledreambunny]

How do you always get your diapers so Plump and poofy? They're literally so perfect in every post. Whats your secret???

Hehe… I’m really flattered that you think they’re always so perfect 🥺💕

The secret is… I just keep filling them!

I’m kind of a tinkle fountain, and every single drop goes straight into my diaper… so of course they end up all plump and poofy!

There’s no special technique or anything… just lots and lots of accidents 💦

The proof is in the pamps!! 🔎

[destinedfordiapers]

Sammy's Little Problem, Chapter 30

Sammy let herself drift to the bottom of the pool, enjoying the temperature and the silence of being underwater. For a few fleeting moments, Sammy could almost believe she was free for the first time since her Classification.

Down there, under the water, it was easy to pretend she was alone, with nobody to tell her what to do, or to be careful, or to dote on her.

Nobody to remind her she was a Little.

The reprieve was short-lived as her lungs begged for air.

“Sammy! Sammy! Look!” Hannah squealed the moment she surfaced, waving pool noodles like a trophy.

“I’m sure she’s seen pool noodles before, Squirt,” Jane chided from the ledge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water. She was clearly enjoying her chance to prove she was responsible.

Unfazed, Hannah swam to Sammy to hand-deliver a noodle. “Here, you take the blue one. The pink one is my favorite!”

“Thanks,” Sammy said, taking the noodle.

“Wanna play mermaids?”

“Wait until Emily comes so we can play together,” Jane insisted.

Hannah huffed but didn’t argue. “Kay…”

“And don’t think you don’t need to tell me if you have an accident or you’ll get in trouble, remember?”

“Duh!” Hannah replied, showing no sign of embarrassment.

“That goes for you, too, Sammy.”

Sammy nodded, cheeks burning, remembering she was in a swim diaper. She somehow managed to forget. But now that she was focused on it, she wondered how she managed not to notice it.

Watching Sammy’s smile falter, Jane slid into the pool.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Jane whispered. “I guess I’m used to Hannah not worrying about her diapers.”

Sammy was grateful Jane understood. “Thanks. Maybe Hannah is right to not care.”

“Nah, she’s just used to it. Once you’re at daycare for a while and realize you’re not the only one going through this, it gets easier.”

“Yeah, daycare is the BEST, Sammy! It’s so much fun! We get to play all day, and you can be my best friend!” Hannah shouted at the prospect of it.

Hannah’s genuine excitement took Sammy by surprise. It was one thing to accept she was a Little. But how could Hannah love daycare when that was where her dreams of becoming a teacher died?

Yet, Sammy couldn’t shake the idea that maybe Hannah was the lucky one. Hannah didn’t fret over the future, her past, or anything but the present. She had no reservations about being a Little.

Wasn’t there freedom in that? Power even?

Sammy glanced around the pool, studying each person, searching for any evidence to contradict the unmistakable truth: Hannah was the happiest person there.

Why shouldn’t Sammy want that for herself?

She spends so much energy worrying about how people see her…and for what? It won’t help her stop being a Little.

All she had to do was let go.

Sammy realized Hannah never stopped talking about daycare.

“And the playground has three slides! And there’s a tower where we play Knights and Princesses! You could be a Princess!”

“The most beautiful princess in all the land!” Sammy said in her most regal voice.

“Mhm! And and your Knight in Shining Armor can save you from the dragons!” Hannah added, excited that Sammy was engaging.

A twang of sadness hit Sammy at the thought that a boy—another Little like her—would be that Knight in Shining Armor.

But Sammy resisted, determined to stop herself from another pity party.

Not today.

She looked at Hannah's expectant face, eager to play, and decided that for today, at least, she would let herself enjoy the moment. What harm would there be in being Little for the afternoon? She can worry about everything else later.

She’s earned a day of fun.

“My Knight will be the most gallant in the kingdom! He’ll protect his Princess from 100 dragons if he has to!”

At a table a few feet away, Kendra tops off Alyssa and Linda’s wine. Linda had just sat back down, her face reflecting the exasperation of dealing with a little struggling with potty training after months of success.

Kendra raises her glass. “To the joys of being a Caregiver.”

“Never a dull moment,” Linda agrees.

Allie watches Emily shyly approach the pool.

“Poor thing, she says, “Must be tough having accidents being an L3.”

“We have a meeting with her Daycare Supervisor on Monday to discuss her accidents. I’m not sure she’ll like their recommendations very much.”

Kendra nods in agreement. “Nope, but it’s what's best for her. They’re the best in the business for a reason as you’ll see, Allie.”

“I’ve heard nothing but rave reviews,” Allie said.

“Oh, they work wonders,” Linda agreed. “You couldn’t have chosen a better place to help Sammy.”

“I guess that’s why Stanford recommended them. It’s a relief knowing Sammy is in the best place for her to make it through the program.”

Allie couldn’t place the look between Kendra and Linda.

“So, Sammy is still set on Stanford?”

“Oh yes, she’s quite determined. With any luck, she’ll be enrolled for spring semester!” Allie said proudly, as if rebuffing the look.

“Well, a Caregiver's work is never easy—every Little has their own challenges. Sammy with college, Emily with potty training. You really hit the jackpot with Hannah, Kendra.”

“I wish I could take full credit, but I don’t know where we would be if it weren’t for the program. Hannah had the same issue, you know. Determined to go to college. So, I understand the anxiety.”

“What do you mean?” Allie asked.

“Having to worry about Sammy failing college courses. That’s what makes the program a lifesaver; they really focus on helping Littles accept their regression and avoid all that unnecessary trauma.”

“I’ve heard it can be devastating for Littles. I imagine it’ll be such a relief when Sammy lets go of Stanford, and you have a sweet Little like Hannah. I got lucky Emily wanted to be an artist. All I needed to help her was a few hundred dollars of art supplies.”

Allie forced a smile, fighting a storm raging inside her. She watched Hannah splash around, giggling.

She wanted Sammy to make it to Stanford, of course. Sammy was her Little; her job as a Caregiver was to help her be happy. The thought of holding a heartbroken Sammy, knowing she would never make it to Stanford, was almost too devastating to imagine.

But deep down, she wondered if Kendra and Linda were right.

Was it not more loving—compassionate even—to guide Sammy away from Stanford? Isn’t it her duty to ensure Sammy avoids unnecessary trauma? Would she be a bad Caregiver to even let Sammy try, knowing the odds are stacked against her?

Allie watched Sammy playing mermaids with the girls, lost in thought.

Laughing and out of breath, Sammy and Hannah swam to the ledge, both smiling ear to ear.

For the first time in days, Allie saw the same joy that Hannah radiated on Sammy’s face. An authentic, reflexive happiness.

Seeing Sammy embracing the moment, enjoying herself as a Little, Allie let herself imagine a world where Sammy was always this happy, this free, this unburdened. A quiet, aching wish to keep Sammy right here. Laughing and small and safe.

A world where she never has to mend Sammy’s shattered heart from a future determined to crush it.

And the terrible thing, the thing that frightened Allie most, was how much it sounded like love.

[littledreambunny]

We’ve got a NEW Sammy’s Little Problem chapter!! 🥹🎉

Pees myself in excitement 🤭

[littledreambunny]

Bedtime protection-maxxing 😴🌙

[littledreambunny]

Hi Bunny!

I have a question for you!

Cloth or Plastic backed diapers?

Excellent question! I recently tried the Lacy Loves cloth diapers from Lilcomforts and usually I’m not the biggest fan of cloth backed but I wore it to bed and it held up surprisingly well!

It did however give me a GINORMOUS DIAPER BUTT when I woke up and resulted in this picture:

BUT if I am choosing between a plastic or cloth backed diaper I’m still gonna choose a plastic backed diaper because I find cloth diapers are harder to hide under my regular big girl clothes and I get anxious about it in public.

I don’t really like the feeling of cloth diapers when it rubs against my skin occasionally. Also they don’t seem to come in plain colours without prints so I don’t really buy them.

Sticking to what I know works best for me and while I think trying out different diapers can be fun for little space, they are too costly to justify.

[littledreambunny]

The Seven Year Squish

The nursery was quiet and peaceful in the soft afternoon light.

She lay on her back in the crib, staring up at the gentle spinning mobile above her. The room smelled like baby powder and vanilla, the familiar comforting scent that always surrounded her now. She was supposed to be napping, but sleep refused to come.

It’s been so long since Daddy touched me like that, the way he used to kiss me hard, the way his hands would slide under my clothes and make me feel like a real woman… I miss it. I miss when he’d made me scream with pleasure. She thought, squirming restlessly under the blanket.

Her princess parts were tingling again, that warm, needy ache that had been building for weeks. Daddy still touched her constantly — lifting her into uppies and carrying her around the house like she weighed nothing, kissing her forehead, booping her on the nose, gently rubbing cream and powder between her legs during changes, blowing raspberries on her tummy until she giggled helplessly, cradling her close while she drank her nighttime baba. Those moments made her feel safe and loved, but lately they only made the other ache worse.

She glanced at the closed nursery door. Daddy had put her down for her afternoon nap almost an hour ago, but her body wouldn’t settle.

Her hand slipped under the blanket, pressing against the front of her thick, soggy diaper. The padding was warm and heavy from earlier leaks, and the loud crinkle echoed in the quiet room as she rubbed tentatively.

Just a little…Daddy won’t know. I’ll be quick and then I can nap like a good girl. She thought, cheeks already flushing.

She pushed her hand harder against the thick front, trying to reach inside the leg cuff, but the diaper was too bulky.

The crinkles grew louder with every frustrated movement, desperate to scratch her needy itch. She whimpered softly, hips rocking in tiny, desperate circles. The soggy padding squished warmly against her, but it wasn’t enough. It never was anymore.

Downstairs, Daddy was finishing up in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. He smiled to himself as he opened the door.

Hayley stood on the porch, looking elegant in her red dress that accentuated her womanly curves in all the right places. She was holding a brightly wrapped gift bag. Her eyes lit up with genuine excitement when she saw him.

“Hey there,” she said warmly, stepping forward to hug him. “I brought the ballerina Barbie for her. I remembered her talking about it at the little and caregiver meetups. I can’t wait to give it to her! I’ve been thinking about her nonstop.”

Daddy pulled her into a warm hug, lingering just a second longer than friendly. “She’s going to love it. Come in. She’s supposed to be napping, but I think it’s time to wake her up anyway.”

They stepped into the living room. Hayley glanced toward the stairs, her voice bright and eager. “I’m really excited to see her. She’s just so adorable. I’ve always wanted a little girl, and the moment I met you both at the caregiver and little meetup I’ve just wanted to scoop her up and feed her a bottle while I rock her to sleep”.

Daddy smiled warmly at Hayley. “I know exactly what you mean”.

Then he reached into his back pants pocket to retrieve his phone. “Let me check the nursery camera first. She’s been a bit fussy lately about naps.”

He opened the app. The camera feed showed the crib clearly. His little girl was on her back, legs slightly spread, one hand rubbing frantically at the front of her diaper. The soggy padding crinkled loudly with every desperate movement. Her face was flushed, eyes half-closed, paci bobbing, hips grinding against her own hand.

Daddy sighed softly, a mix of fondness and concern. “She’s supposed to be sleeping right now. This means I’m going to have a cranky baby tonight because she didn’t get her afternoon nap.”

Hayley leaned in closer to see the screen, her expression melting into affectionate delight. “Aww, look at her. Someone is a bit fussy in her diapie, isn’t she? Poor sweetpea. She’s so deep in little space she doesn’t even realise we can see her. She’s absolutely precious.”

Daddy nodded, watching his baby girl’s hips rock faster. “She’s been missing our old adult playtime. I’ve been denying her because she’s just too sweet and tiny for that anymore. I want to protect her, not complicate her.”

Hayley gave him a sympathetic look and placed a gentle hand on his arm. “I went through the same thing with my previous little boy. Once I helped him realise how good his diapers made him feel, he became addicted to his soggy padding for pleasure instead. No more icky adult stuff he couldn’t handle. It was the best thing for him.”

Daddy looked at her, grateful. “That’s exactly where I want to get her. She’s not there yet, but I think having a Mommy will help. Co-parenting her… two of us to look after her when I’m at work. She needs constant care.”

Hayley smiled brightly, squeezing his hand. “I’m already wrapped around her little finger. I can’t wait to be her Mommy. Let’s go wake up our baby girl.”

Upstairs, she was still lost in her frustration. Her hand rubbed faster against the thick, soggy front of her diaper, the loud crinkles filling the nursery. The pressure was building, but it stayed just out of reach. She whimpered around her paci, hips grinding desperately.

The nursery door opened.

Daddy and Hayley stepped inside.

She froze mid-rub, eyes wide with shock as she saw both of them standing there. Her cheeks exploded into deep crimson. She yanked her hand away from her diaper, but it was too late. They had seen everything.

Daddy approached the crib with a gentle smile, reaching in to scoop her up into his arms. He settled her on his hip, one hand supporting her padded bottom.

“Aww, my poor baby girl is feeling all frustrated and horny in her soggy diaper, aren’t you, princess?” he cooed, bouncing her lightly. The wet padding squished audibly with each movement.

She couldn’t speak. She could only stare back at Mommy Hayley, mortified that this lovely woman from the little and caregivers meetups they had been attending was seeing her like this, flushed, paci in mouth, humping her diaper like a desperate little baby.

“Mommy Hayley has come over to play with you today, princess,” Daddy said gently bouncing her some more, his voice warm and reassuring.

“She’s bought you a present. Would you like to see it?” Daddy tells her excitedly trying to distract her and take her mind off the tingly feeling in her diaper.

Hayley smiled softly at Daddy placing a hand on his shoulder. “Aww look the poor girl is still frustrated. She needs to learn to use her diapers to make her feel good, and then she can have her present.”

Daddy looked a little hesitant, glancing at Hayley, but she nodded her head encouragingly. So Daddy began, “Okay princess, Daddy is going to show you what to do with your horniness whenever it arises.”

He turns to look at Hayley and she smiles and walks out of the room without a word.

“Where’s she going Dada?” She lisped around her pacifier.

“To get your pillow sweetheart,” he says.

She stared at him confused. My pillow? I don’t need a pillow. I already have plenty.

Just then Hayley returns holding a small pink pillow and places it in the middle of the crib. While Daddy simultaneously lowers her onto it so that it’s laying between her legs and her diapered mound.

Her princess parts started tingling again as she felt the pressure of her princess parts being pressed into her soggy diaper and the soft pillow beneath her.

“This is your humping pillow baby girl,” Daddy says gently. “It’s for you to use to make your cummies. The only way you’re allowed to do so.”

She looked at Daddy unsure, and then at Mommy Hayley, who was now standing close to Daddy — very close — looking at her with a fond expression.

Daddy smiled at her and said, “Go ahead baby girl, do what feels right. Hump your soggy diaper and make cummies for Mommy and Daddy.”

Did he just say Mommy AND Daddy?

She definitely heard him say that, but her diaper was making her too squirmy and her brain had been in a fuzzy daze ever since Daddy stopped looking at her the way he used to when they met.

And now that she thought about it, he’d been looking that way at Mommy Hayley whenever they saw each other at the little and caregiver meet ups.

But with both of them peering down at her in her crib with such love and affection in their eyes, she couldn’t even fight it anymore. Her hips began to rock and glide her soggy diaper against the pillow.

“Good girl, that feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” Mommy Hayley spoke.

Now completely focused on the warm feeling growing in her diaper and enjoying the bolts of pleasure each movement sent through her with each glide of the pillow. She whimpered behind her binky, finally feeling like she might get the release she’d so desperately been craving.

Daddy speaks with a syrupy-rich tone, “Daddy’s going to teach you how to have a diapergasm sweetheart and you will become obsessed with it.

“You see, a diapergasm comes from your princess parts being pressed up against and swaddled by your thick soaked padding, creating wonderful feelings everytime you glide against your pillow. There’s no penetration involved and a diapergasm is not only intense but leaves you wanting more.”

The sound of Daddy’s voice mixed with the loud, soggy crinkles coming from her humping as it sped up.

Daddy continues, “A big girl’s orgasm comes from sex with a man. There’s penetration and mutual exchange of pleasure. But you’re a precious innocent babygirl and can’t handle a big girl orgasm and that’s why you’ll have diapergasms instead.”

Her humping was fast and loud now. The sounds of soggy crinkles could be heard all throughout the nursery. Daddy’s words weren’t lost on her.

I’m never going back. Diapers are my pleasure from now on.

With one last desperate, crinkly thrust into the little pink pillow, she climaxed into the most intense, mind-numbing diapergasm of her life. Her whole body trembled, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of fuzzy pleasure washed over her.

Her brain turned completely gooey, thoughts melting away until all she could feel was the warm, sticky mess in her diaper and the overwhelming bliss.

Daddy and Mommy Hayley watched their little one with soft, loving smiles for what seemed liked forever.

After a few more moments of bliss, Mommy Hayley moved the pillow aside while Daddy pulled out a pair of pink plastic pants printed with nursery animals and easily guided her legs through and pulled them up snugly around her poofy, soggy diaper.

“I was going to change that soggy diaper,” Daddy murmured, kissing her forehead, “but a nap is more urgent right now, huh my sleepy little princess?”

She could only stare up at them, blinking slowly, suckling softly on her paci.

Mommy Hayley leaned in with a sweet, excited smile. “Those cute plastic pants will ensure you can have a nice nap without worrying about any leakies. Then once you’ve woken up and been changed, you can open your present! How does that sound, buttercup?”

It sounded perfect.

Daddy and Mommy slowly walked out of the nursery, switching off the lights. They turned one last time to look at their sleepy little girl, gently humping the pillow even in her sleep as she drifted off.

Downstairs, Mommy and Daddy couldn’t stop gushing about how sweet their little one was.

Daddy let out a long sigh. “I’m glad she knows that her pleasure comes from her diapers now. The poor thing kept asking for ‘big girl time like we used to’ and I was running out of ways to distract her. I’m glad she now has a way to scratch that itch”

He turned to Hayley, eyes full of gratitude. “Thank you for helping me do it. I think having a Mommy will be the best thing that’s ever happened to her.”

Hayley reached her hand out and placed it on top of his. “She’s as cute as a button and I’m gonna spoil her rotten!”

Daddy chuckled. “Well wait till she sees the Barbie doll you bought her. She’s gonna drag you to every toy store from now on!”

Hayley smiled with a hint of a smirk, “Well I’m looking forward to every toy store trip with the little cutie pie!” She then moved her hand from where it was resting, on top of his hand, on his knee, and began inching it towards his pants zipper.

She leaned forward and spoke into his ear “I’m especially looking forward to showing you how Daddies have orgasms…”

“You see a Daddy’s orgasm comes from sex with a woman. There’s penetration and mutual exchange of pleasure but you’re a caregiver to an itty bitty baby girl. You haven’t had the touch of a woman in so long that’s why you’ll have me instead…”

He cut her off by crashing his lips into hers as they both raced to take off their clothes, craving the passionate embrace of another adult.

All the while, their soggy little one slept soundly upstairs, none the wiser to the adult activities happening below her nursery.

But that was alright.

After all, she would always have her diapers.

[theneedfulthings]

CAFé CON RON

Throngs of beachgoers lacquered in oil glisten along the beach, bodies bare and unburdened, offered up to the sun’s incessant demand to kiss every inch of their exposed skin.

Salty air mingles with the aroma of fresh Cafecito—dark, sugared, sinful—unspooling from some café, along with coconut-scented tanning oil.

The wind came off the ocean like a benediction, a reprieve from the stifling summer heat, sweeping through the palms. The fronds sway in the wind, as if dancing to the rhythm of the reggaeton playing in the distance.

The heat and the salt and the low insistent beat and the oiled and glistening skin all converged and melted into one thing.

Appetite.

Carnal and sumptuous and everywhere all at once. Thick and dark and sweet as the Cafecito on the wind.

Miami Beach radiated sultry, sexual energy. A playground for the debaucherous.

Which is why I chose it.

Sweat trickled down my face as I finished setting up the green-and-white-striped Cool Cabana and placed a large beach blanket in the shade it provided.

“Alright, honey, let’s get some sunscreen on you so you can play. Those cheeks already look like they’re burning.”

It takes you a second to answer. “Wha--? Oh, yeah, okay..”

Your focus isn’t on me—you’re scanning the beach full of beautiful bikini-clad women tanning in the sun and the handsome, muscular men hoping to get with them.

The men notice you, too. Men have always noticed you. Not that I blame them.

With the breeze rippling through your hair, revealing the yellow floral tankini that accentuates your figure and complements the linen pants beneath it, you’re as beautiful and elegant as ever.

Your linen pants aren’t the only thing your tankini complements, though.

From a distance, your linen pants are opaque enough to render the patterns beneath them indistinct and unrecognizable.

Up close, I can easily spot Griffin the lion, Zack the zebra, Lily the hippo, Alex the monkey, and Johnny the parrot on your Rearz Safari diaper.

“Arms up, eyes closed, princess.”

You whimper when you notice the pink bottle of Banana Boat Baby sunscreen in my hand, but let me rub the sunscreen into your arms, shoulders, back, and face without any fuss.

The moment I stop, you open your eyes. “Can I have a soda, please?”

“Sure, let me just finish with the sunscreen. Thank you for asking, honey.”

“Do you need me to help you with your sunscreen?” you suggested, a bit too eagerly to hide your attempt at distraction.

“You’re a silly girl. What about your little leggies, hmm?”

Blushing wildly, you bite your lip, desperately trying to come up with a way out. “Umm, I..I already did it! Yeah, at home. I just forgot to tell you! So, all good, Daddy!”

By now, your cheeks were blushing shades of red I didn’t have names for. You looked around to make sure nobody heard you say Daddy after practically shouting it.

“Hmmm,” I say sniffing the air, “You’re hiding something. Did you make a boomboom? Is that why you’re acting so silly?”

“N-no!”

“I'd better check. A stinky diapie in this heat is a recipe for rashies.”

I could practically hear the gears turning in your head, knowing that if you argued, it would draw attention, but not wanting to be checked so openly.

“Let's see,” I teased, using your hesitation to spin you around and pull back your diaper, “No poopies! But then why are you being so silly?”

We both knew the reason, but this game was far too fun.

“Oh no, did Daddy forget to shave your legs? Are you a hairy baby?”

“N-no!”

Your eyes meet mine, an unusual mix of neediness and daring. Not that it matters—there’s no going back to the way things were before.

This is what you begged for.

And where better to learn your rightful place in the world than here, surrounded by all these beautiful people?

Miami is where people go to see and be seen. To touch and be touched. A place that celebrates and perpetuates all the adult things that you gave up.

The people on the beach are no longer your equals.

No man will ever look at you in your thick, soggy diapers with the same lust as the women sunbathing on the beach.

Women will no longer be jealous of your beauty—the girl getting her diaper changed is adorable, not a threat.

All anyone will see is a silly girl.

“No? Hmm, this is quite the conundrum. Surely the baby isn’t scared of everyone seeing her friends?!”

I kneel in front of you and poke each character as I name them. “I thought you loved Lily..and Zack…and don’t forget Griffin!”

“D-Daddyyyy.”

“Princess…you’re not a big girl anymore. You’ll never be a big girl again. Look around, do you see anyone in diapers? No. They’re the adults—not you. This is your life now.”

“B-but…Daddy…”

Poor baby.

“No buts, sweetie. It’s time to let go of who you were, she’s not coming back. You’re never getting out of diapers or getting a second chance at adulthood. It’s time to show everyone the real you.”

You struggle to reply, surveying the crowd knowing every one of them is about to see your diaper.

“Now, are you ready to let Daddy put on your sunscreen?”

“Y-yeah, Daddy…”

“Do you want your binky?”

Your eyes flitter trying to decide. A binky will only draw attention to your infantile state—but you crave its calming power.

I smile at your teeny head nod.

“Good girl!” Inside your favorite binky in your mouth. “Daddy is proud of you, Princess.”

A weak, nervous smile creeps behind your pacifier.

I tickle your tummy before grabbing the sides of your linen pants, the last vestige of your adulthood, and slide them down, exposing your soggy Safari diaper.

“There’s my friends! Hi Lily!” I coo playfully, acting as if this is the most normal thing in the world. I grab the sunscreen and rub them into your legs, not even glancing at the reactions around me.

Because it doesn’t matter what they think. All that matters is ensuring my princess is properly protected from the sun.

Especially when the UV is at 11!

Your leg muscles are tight, locked in fear. I can feel your nerves in the way you're swaying and timidly fidgeting.

I ignore it.

You're not the woman I met two years ago. Not the woman one could shame a bartender with her dirty martinis. Or the woman who dominated every interaction at work.

That woman—whatever remains of her—is the one that’s nervous being seen in the diaper by all these hot twenty-something’s.

She’ll fade away into oblivion as the sweet, needy babygirl that I love gains more confidence. The one that belongs in diapers. The one that isn’t worried about things like sex, success, and fashion.

All I care about is the adorable little thing that yearns for the tender, intimate moments lying in Daddy’s lap, suckling on a baba, lost in my eyes. Hearing her silly giggles when Daddy makes funny faces during diaper changes.

And most of all, the way she blames her stuffy for her poopy diapers with such conviction.

“All done! Ready for that soda, princess?”

Your binky bobs a few times before you nod.

She has no idea how adorable she is right now. I almost feel bad that she’s struggling when I’m barely able to contain myself.

Here we are in the middle of South Beach—and she’s standing under a cabana in a floral print tankini and a soggy Rearz diaper, suckling on a pacifier.

Every bit the baby she’ll be for the rest of her life.

From the cooler, I grab you a soda and myself a Pacifico. You grab the soda but don't drink any, looking at me expectantly.

“Whoops, Daddy forgot to clip your binky to your shirt!”

Your cheeks are the most adorable shade of red as you stand there, letting me clip her pacifier to your top so you can drink your soda.

“Do you want to play in the sand for a bit before we go in the water?” I ask, knowing she’s not ready to venture beyond the relative safety of our cabana.

She nods.

I kiss your forehead before guiding you down to the sand. “I’ll grab your toys, sweetie.”

I’ll never forget this moment as long as I live. The way your diaper poofs out as you sit criss-cross applesauce looking up at me, waiting for Daddy to bring your toys play in the sand.

Luckily, I couldn’t help myself at the store, buying every adorable shovel, bucket, and sandcastle mold in sight.

I place them all in front of you.

In an hour, you're no longer glancing around at the curious beachgoers, consumed in play. As I work on another beer, you look up at me and smile.

“Having fun, baby?”

“Mhm!”

“Wanna go in the water?”

“Ummm…” you stares out at the water, debating. As she does, her face suddenly focuses on something.

“What ya looking at princess?”

No response.

“Princess?”

Your hands ball into fists as she leans forward, still starting at nothing in particular.

“Mmmghhp.”

“Are you making a boomboom for Daddy?”

“Mmmpgghhh.”

Three college girls in University of Miami sorority shirts, walking by, hear your little grunts and stop to watch a girl their age mess a diaper with cartoon animals grunting behind a pacifier.

A loud, bubbly toot trumpets into your diaper, which they take as their cue to move on. But not before giving me sympathetic smiles—especially after you grunt again.

You're too lost in your pushie stupor to notice anything around you. Every grunt and every push is another step into babyhood.

A small, needy voice breaks the silence.

“D-Dada….”

Your voice cracks, small and needy barely louder than the distant crash of the waves. Your cheeks are the deepest shade of crimson I’ve ever seen, eyes wide and glistening as you glance towards the sorority girls still lingering a few steps away.

They’re pretending they aren’t watching your babyish display but their knowing smiles and whispered giggles tell a different story.

I lean in closer, my voice low and velvet-soft against your ear.

“What’s wrong, Princess? Use your words. Tell Daddy what you need.”

“I…I…”

“Did my princess make a boomboom?”

“M-mhm…”

“You silly baby, c’mon, let’s get Daddy’s lil’ stinker changed!”

I don’t even bother finding anywhere secluded to change her. This is her life now—and mine.

All around us the hot and sweaty dance of Miami Beach continues on as if we were never there. As it will for every summer after.

But not for you.

Next summer I’ll take you somewhere age appropriate.

[littledreambunny]

Love your content, is there any aspect of abdl thats inherently degrading or humiliating to you?

Oh…yes. All of it is. That’s exactly why we’re here, scrolling Tumblr at all hours, hearts and likes flying on those specific pictures and captions that hit just right.

The ones we keep coming back to, again and again, because they scratch that deep, squirmy itch we can’t quite explain to vanilla people.

For me, the humiliation is everywhere… but in the sweetest, most thrilling way. There’s something so blushy and exciting about letting myself be all helpless and little, handing over every bit of big-girl control to Daddy.

Diapers, pacis, soft onesies-it all makes me feel so small and vulnerable. And even though it’s embarrassing, I love it.

It’s like… I get to choose to lose all my power, and somehow that feels really empowering and safe because I trust him completely. We both enjoy it so much. 💕

[littledreambunny]

Staring out the window, head among the clouds…reaching for the stars…it’s too bad I’ll never reach those stars with this droopy diaper weighing me down ☁️⭐️

Footed Pyjamas from @lilcomforts1

[littledreambunny]

*steal your plushies and make them evil*

Aww, an anonymous little mischief-maker sneaking in…That’s actually kinda cute… but also a perfect moment for a gentle reminder!! 📢

If you’re over 18 and want to chat plushies, mischief, or general bunny nonsense, feel free to come off anon next time so I can actually trust the vibe!

I can’t trust or engage with age-ambiguous accounts, so this is your soft nudge to either add your age to your bio or respect my boundaries if you’re not.

Same message goes out to all my followers and anyone new here: please have your age clearly visible in your bio if you want to chat, send asks, or interact.

Now, back to the important stuff: my plushies!! 😤

What was the evil plan exactly? Turning them into tiny goth bunnies with black ear ribbons? Teaching them to hoard snacks at 3am? Plotting world domination via maximum cuteness?

Spill the details (on main next time 😉) I need to know how worried I should be!

[littledreambunny]

Stinky Street

The living room glowed with soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.

She sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug right in front of the television, wearing her favorite Sesame Street pajamas. The long-sleeve shirt had a big smiling Elmo on the front, and the cozy bottoms were covered in the colourful characters.

The soft fabric was comfy and babyish, and the pj bottoms did nothing to hide the obvious padded bulk of her diaper underneath.

Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she watched Sesame Street. Big Bird was teaching Elmo and Abby Cadabby how to share toys in the most cheerful way possible. The bright colors and happy music filled the room.

She suckled steadily on her warm morning baba, the sweet milk tasting so comforting as she rocked gently side to side. The bottle was almost empty.

Every now and then she let out a tiny, contented hum around the nipple, completely lost in the bright puppets and silly songs.

Elmo’s so silly today, and Big Bird’s feathers look extra fluffy. Everything feels so nice and warm and safe… she thought dreamily.

In the background, Daddy hummed while washing dishes after breakfast. The clink of plates and running water mixed softly with the cartoon music.

She barely noticed. She was too busy finishing her baba, too happy sitting right here in her favourite little spot with her blankie draped over her lap.

With one last big suckle, the bottle emptied. She set it down carefully beside her and popped her paci into her mouth instead, clutching her blankie tighter against her chest. The soft fabric brushed her cheek as she bounced lightly to the next song, eyes never leaving the screen.

A funny, warm pressure started growing in her tummy.

She shifted a little, but her eyes never left the screen.

Elmo was laughing now, and Abby was flying around with sparkles. It made her giggle behind her paci.

But that familiar pressure only stayed there in her tummy, threatening to interrupt her Sunday morning cartoons.

Nooo… not now, she thought, cheeks already tingling with a faint blush. I don’t wanna stop watching…I can just stay right here.

She ignored it, bouncing gently on her knees as Elmo and Abby sang. The pressure grew stronger, but she was too deep in her floaty headspace to care.

A tiny toot slipped out. Then another. She barely noticed, content in her carefree bubble.

Daddy walked in from the kitchen, drying his hands on a dish towel. He slipped on his glasses, sat down on the couch with his tablet, and smiled softly when he saw his baby girl.

Just the sight of her paci bobbing steadily, blankie clutched tight, and being completely mesmerised by the bright noisy characters made his heart melt.

“Is your tummy all full now from breakfast and your baba, princess?” he asked warmly, his voice full of gentle affection.

“Uh huh, Dada…” she mumbled around her paci, eyes still glued to the screen, not even turning her head.

Daddy opened his tablet and started reading the morning news, but he kept glancing over at her with that knowing little smile.

He already knew exactly what was coming. His baby always made her morning stinkies after breakfast.

It was her body’s sweet, predictable routine, and he loved every part of taking care of it.

She kept bouncing happily on her knees as the characters sang even louder and more joyfully. The pressure in her tummy grew stronger and more urgent, but it still felt distant and unimportant, like background noise in her perfect little headspace.

Another toot escaped and this one was louder but surprisingly she didn’t even register it.

Then, without any conscious thought, her body took over completely.

She subconsciously shifted forward onto her knees in that classic toddler pose, bottom slightly raised, back arched just a little, legs spread for balance.

She didn’t even realise she was doing it.

Her eyes stayed locked on the bright, colourful screen as Elmo and his friends started a lively new dance song about friendship.

She suckled harder on her paci, clutched her blankie a little tighter against her chest, and pushed ever so slightly.

A warm, mushy fullness slowly began to fill the back of her diaper. The soft, heavy load came out with almost no effort at all, it was warm and thick and smooth, spreading gently and steadily against her skin in that unmistakable squishy way.

It kept coming, filling the seat of her diaper more and more until the padding felt noticeably heavier and warmer, the mess pressing softly in all the squishiest, most intimate places.

Her tummy finally felt so much lighter and better, but her diaper felt so much fuller now, the warm mush cradling her in a way that was both embarrassing and strangely comforting.

Still facing the TV and deep in her happy little world, she relaxed completely and sat back down cross-legged without thinking. The mess squished noticeably underneath her, warm and mushy, spreading even more as she settled into her soaked nightime diaper.

She let out a tiny, contented sigh around her paci and kept watching, completely unbothered, her eyes sparkling with delight as Elmo and friends danced across the screen.

Feels better now, she thought feeling relieved and still in a daze.

Daddy watched the whole thing unfold from the couch. He saw the bouncing, heard the little toots, and noticed the exact moment she filled her diaper. He cringed slightly at the thought of the cleanup, but his smile stayed soft and loving. His baby looked so peaceful sitting there in her messy diaper, completely lost in her cartoons, paci bobbing happily.

He set his tablet down and approached quietly, crouching down behind her.

“Hey baby girl,” he said casually. “Do you smell something funny?”

She didn’t answer, still staring at the screen.

He tried again, gently tugging the back of her Sesame Street pj bottoms. “Princess, I asked if you can smell anything funny… because I certainly can.”

She finally turned around, paci still in her mouth, and gave him a sweet, innocent smile. “I can smell something funny, Dada. Did you toot?”

Daddy’s eyebrows rose in amusement as he let out a low chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. “No little one, that wasn’t me”.

Deciding not to humour her today and risk his princess getting a diaper rash, he wasted no time revealing exactly where the funny smell was coming from.

He gently lifted her to her feet and spun her around, pulling back the waistband of her pj bottoms and diaper to check the mess.

“Oh honey,” he said, voice warm with loving tease. “That’s one very messy didi. You sure did make a big stinky for Daddy, didn’t you? Look at all that mushy surprise you left for me in your cute little Sesame Street pants.”

She froze. The realisation hit her like a tidal wave. The warm mush, the heavy weight, the fact that she had just happily sat in it while watching cartoons.

Her cheeks burned bright red. She covered her face with both hands, mortified, squirming in place as the mess shifted again.

Daddy gently pulled her hands away and looked her right in the eyes, determined to make her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink.

“Baby girl, when Daddy asks you a question, I expect an answer. Now… are you Dada’s little stinker? Hmm?”

She squirmed harder, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Her voice came out tiny and shy.

“Y-yes…”

Daddy chuckled softly and tilted her chin up.

“Yes what, princess?”

She pouted, cheeks flaming hotter than ever.

“Yes… I’m Dada’s little stinker.”

“That’s right,” he praised warmly, pulling her into a big hug and rocking her gently. “You’re Dada’s sweet little stinker who made a big messy stinky in her diaper. I’m so proud of you for telling me like a good girl.”

She hid her burning face in his chest, but a tiny, shy smile appeared anyway. Daddy’s praise always made the embarrassment feel a little warmer, even as the heavy, squishy mess reminded her exactly what she’d done.

He scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, cooing softly as he carried her upstairs. “Now that you’ve told Daddy about your dirty diaper like a good girl, how about we go get that messy butt all clean and into a fresh diapie, princess?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, still blushing furiously as he carried her, fussing over her with gentle kisses and whispers the whole way.

[littledreambunny]

Grown ups wear a diaper and onesie for bedtime right?? Because I'm definitely a big grown up girl and I go to bed like this every night 🥺🐇🎀

[somethingmage]

Once upon a time in the quiet village of Elderglen, there lived a young woman named Elara. At twenty-three, she worked as a herbalist’s apprentice, gathering rare flowers and roots from the whispering woods that bordered the town. Elara was independent and curious, often wandering farther than others dared, drawn by tales of forgotten magic hidden among the ancient trees.

One misty afternoon, while searching for moonbloom petals, Elara stumbled upon a small, ornate chest half-buried beneath a cluster of glowing fungi. The chest was carved with playful symbols—stars, rattles, and smiling clouds. Inside, nestled on velvet, lay a single pacifier. It was beautifully crafted: the shield was silver etched with swirling runes, the teat made of some soft, luminous crystal that pulsed with gentle pink light. A faint hum of enchantment surrounded it.

“Strange,” she murmured, picking it up. It felt warm in her palm, comforting even. Without thinking, she brushed the crystal teat against her lips, testing its strange allure. A spark jumped from the pacifier to her tongue.

The world tilted.

A wave of tingling magic rushed through her body, starting at her mouth and spreading outward like warm honey. Elara gasped, dropping to her knees as her limbs softened and her height began to shrink. Her simple tunic and trousers shimmered, transforming into a fluffy, pastel-pink onesie with embroidered stars and a snap-crotch that appeared with a soft pop. Beneath it, a thick, padded diaper materialized, crinkling gently with every tiny movement.

“No… what’s happening?” she whispered, but her voice came out higher, softer, with a childish lilt. Her once-athletic frame rounded into the chubby, adorable proportions of a baby—plump cheeks, tiny hands and feet, and a smooth, innocent face framed by bouncy curls that had replaced her long brown hair. She couldn’t have been taller than three feet now, sitting in the moss with her legs splayed out helplessly.

The pacifier, still in her hand, floated up on its own and gently pressed into her mouth. She tried to resist, but the moment the crystal teat touched her tongue, a profound calm washed over her. Sucking instinctively, she felt her worries melt away. Adult thoughts—bills, responsibilities, the pressure to prove herself—faded into a happy fog. In their place bloomed simple joys: the softness of her new clothes, the secure hug of the diaper, and an overwhelming desire to be cared for.

Elara (or Ellie, as the magic seemed to whisper she should be called) crawled forward on all fours, giggling around the pacifier. The woods, once mysterious and slightly dangerous, now felt like a giant playground. Fireflies danced closer, forming playful patterns above her head. A nearby stream babbled invitingly, and she splashed at the water with her pudgy hands, laughing delightedly as droplets sparkled in the air.

As evening fell, a kind traveler—a tall woman with silver hair and a traveler’s cloak—happened upon the scene. She had been following the same old legends of the Enchanted Chest.

“Oh my,” the woman said, smiling warmly. “It seems the Pacifier of Eternal Youth has found a new little one.”

Ellie looked up with wide, trusting eyes, sucking contentedly. The traveler scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her against her shoulder. The magic pacifier stayed firmly in place, its enchantment ensuring Ellie would remain safe, happy, and regressed for as long as she wished—or until someone removed it with a willing reversal spell.

Back in the traveler’s cozy wagon, Ellie was changed into a fresh diaper scented with lavender, fed warm milk from a bottle that never emptied, and rocked to sleep under a blanket of stars. Deep inside, a tiny spark of her old self remained, content and grateful for this unexpected escape into pure, magical innocence.

From that day on, travelers through Elderglen sometimes spoke of a cheerful adult baby seen playing in the woods, guarded by an ancient silver-haired guardian. And if you listened closely on quiet nights, you might hear the soft, rhythmic suckling of a glowing pacifier… and the happy gurgles of a girl who had finally found the simplest kind of magic.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

[littledreambunny]

I often think it’s funny and kinda cute how I always smell like a baby. It’s that faint smell of baby powder mixed with pee that follows me wherever I go… 🍼🤍

Like I’ll forget about my padding and go about my day, then I’ll randomly get a whiff from my diaper and it’s just so comforting 🙈😌

[littledreambunny]

After being sickies for a while I’m baaa-ck, 🐑 and I haven’t changed! (my diaper) 😇

[littledreambunny]

Caught some afternoon sun in my crinkly diaper and soft onesie ☀️🐰💕

Nothing better than a quiet, warm moment like this. Feeling extra cozy and small right now 🥹

Onesie from @onesiesdownunder