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[inyourservicelove24-deactivated]

enjoyable time

[yournewfetish]

Turned into an object. Yes please.

[ab-sissy]

So extremely sexy. Poor girl

[rubber49]

My dream to be this cocooned poor rubber slave .

[redcorridor]

Let it slowly break your mind, baby. It’ll be so much easier after 24 hours of this. Then, we’ll start to break your body.

[mommygwenbabybruce]

Pull my panties to the side and touch my wet diaper 🙏🏻🤤🔥

[lullabieswithdaisy]

such a cheeky little girl🙈

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[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

[lolita-in-the-mist]

[wicked-women-diaperdommes]

[mummydommythe3rd]

Let it never be said I don't care about my husband.

If anything I care too much!

My psychologist said I was a germaphobe with OCD and control issues. She didn't know I was also a domme. She didn't know that I took absolute protective control of my husband. She also didn't know that he spent our sessions fully padded in the waiting room, sucking a pacifier under his n94 mask.

Somehow, allowing all my neuroses to have full control over him lets me control them in other aspects of my life. When I see something filthy, or something goes wrong at work, I can feel comfort in the rock-solid fact that my husband is safely unable to leave his sterile crib where he can't do anything more dangerous than play with his blocks, fill his diaper, and hump his large teddybear girlfriend.

He used to complain. Hell, he used to fight like hell, but a few months of routine attitude adjustments over my lap had crushed any hope of rebellion.

His foods are boiled into healthy, yet germ-free mush. I bathe him twice a day. With his pacifier strapped into his mouth he's unable to eat anything that might make him sick. His hands are always sanitized and locked into restrictive fluffy mittens. He lives in his crib, his high chair, or his playmat. Anywhere else is only allowed under my close supervision.

Even with all these preventative measures, I closely monitor his health. His temperature is taken with every change. I'd be lying if I said his constant whimpers and moans as I perpetually humiliate him weren't a massive turn-on.

I can't tell you how often I've pleasured myself on the nursing chair in his nursery as he watches from his crib, whimpering as he quickly humps his load into his wet diaper. That's the closest thing to sex he'll ever experience again!

He might hate it, but it's all for his own good. Under my care he'll have a very long, very healthy, and very babyish life.

[dummy-daisy]

he spreads my legs almost cruelly wide, leaving the most private parts of my body exposed and vulnerable. i hear whispers and gasps, someone complimenting the jeweled plug that's been sitting inside of me so long, it has warmed up to my body temperature. he pulls at the base, makes my ass fight to keep it inside. the widest part stretches my rim and he holds it in position for a while, until everyone has gotten a good look at my abused hole. then he pushes the plug back inside. he ignores the wetness of my pussy, just spreads and holds me open so that everyone can examine the swollen, red nub sitting between my folds. the hours of teasing it and pumping it this morning have left my clit sensitive, raw and aching, so when he drags his thumb through my wetness and starts circling my clit, i scream. the strong hands holding my arms and legs apart never allow me to go far, so i am helpless to be played with. he rubs my clit expertly, playing my body like an instrument. within seconds, i am close. my breath turns shallow - maybe i can steal one orgasm if i am quiet about it, if i don't let him see how incredibly close i am - but the second i edge, the pressure of his thumb disappears. i cry and beg, broken and loud now, but the stimulation doesn't return until i have fully calmed down. the room watches as i get edged again and again, get turned into a begging, leaking mess. i can hear people getting off to my suffering, messy gags and chokes around cock, the huffs and moans of someone stroking themselves, quiet whines as someone gets fucked against the back wall. my own pleasure and ache is roaring through my body, dripping out of me, getting coerced from me with professional touches. i have long lost count of how many edges these expert fingers have wrung from my sore clit. eventually, someone pulls out the plug and replaces it with cock, and my asshole burns as it stretches around the familiar intrusion. now i'm getting fucked and edged at the same time, and it's almost too much, i feel myself black out for seconds at a time. more fingers start to probe at me, touching and pinching and teasing me, relentlessly. only when everyone in the room except me is satisfied, the torture stops. the chastity belt is locked around my waist, cool and protective against my overheated skin. my hands are tied, the blindfold slipped over my eyes removed, and i blink against the cruel lights. my boss is there with his wife. some coworkers, some people from my yoga class. the barista from the coffee shop where i get my coffee every morning. the mailman, someone i recognize from the bank, two neighbors. they've all seen me get edged, they've all cum to my suffering. two of my best friends step into my view, and my denied pussy weeps with the knowledge that i begged for this, that i wanted everyone in my life to know what a slut i am, and that i cannot make them see me differently anymore.

[panty-adoration]

[ijwt-art]

All tuckered out

[starttheviolins-deactivated2025]

I want to make a girl starve for me. I want her ask my permission every time she eats and to punish her when she cheats. I want to force her to exercise till she pukes and to make her wear the tiny clothes I pick out for her. I want to completely transform her into my desperate, 90 lb sex doll.

[rightstuff1031]

[lady-peyton]

And when I say kiss, I mean make out

[simmered2020]

It is good for you. You need this. Embrace the ache.

[littledreambunny]

My Fair Baby

The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, painting everything in soft golden light.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, a pale blue bow clipped neatly in the centre. The yellow sundress hugged her delicate frame perfectly, it was feminine, flirty, and just short enough to make her feel a little daring.

It’s been so long since Daddy and I had a proper romantic date, she thought, smoothing the dress over her hips. Just the two of us doing regular couple stuff. Like grown-ups.

She studied her reflection with a hopeful, determined smile. Big Disney princess doe eyes, plump pink lips, and her adorable tiny button nose Daddy always loved to kiss. She'd made sure to apply her make up carefully, highlighting all her best features. Today she looked like a proper girlfriend.

No diapers today, she told herself firmly. The thin lace panties underneath felt light and freeing. I can do this. I’m going to be his big girl all day. No accidents. Just a real date like old times.

She was smart, capable, and mature… and today she was determined to prove it!

Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.

“You look beautiful, princess,” he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “My pretty date.”

She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.

“Thank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. There’s even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.”

He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. You’ve been so excited about our big date.”

But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.

Her stomach dropped.

Daddy… no.

The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. It’s silly. Just because I get tired by eight o’clock doesn’t mean I need to be in bed by eight.

When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only “public displays of affection” Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.

She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.

“Daddy, please,” she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. “We talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. I’m going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?”

He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. You’re smart, you’re bubbly, you’re full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when we’re out having fun for hours. I’m not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.”

She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.

“But Daddy… the dress. It’s so pretty. The diaper will show and I’ll look silly…”

“You could never look silly to me,” he murmured, laying her down gently. “You’ll look adorable as always."

The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.

She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things weren’t like old times anymore.

Because now she was his baby girl.

And Daddy’s job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.

The car ride started off hopefully.

She held Daddy’s hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.

“Did you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?” she said brightly. “They started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think that’s so sweet.”

Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.”

She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.

But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.

When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.

Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.

For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.

But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.

“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging his hand. “I thought we were doing couple things. There’s a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over there…”

“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” he said patiently. “But first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.”

She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.

They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.

As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.

But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.

“Everything okay, princess? You’re doing that little dance.”

Her face went bright red. “I’m fine. I’m being a big girl today. I don’t need help.”

The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.

Tears pricked her eyes.

“I… I had an accident,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.”

Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. “Aww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didn’t you? But babies have accidents. That’s why Daddy brings extra diapers.”

She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. “I thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now… now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like I’m just a baby…”

Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.

“Because you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today… and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesn’t that feel better than pretending?”

She whimpered, face flaming. “Daddy… people might hear you…”

He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. “Let them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"

The words made her feel impossibly small.

He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.

“Look at you,” he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. “All blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesn’t she?”

She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.

When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.

The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.

Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.

Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.

“Aww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,” he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. “That thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?”

“Daddy… stop teasing me,” she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.

He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “But you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.”

For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.

She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.

They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.

They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci he’d clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.

For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didn’t make her want to disappear.

It made her feel safe.

She wasn’t too big for her diapers after all.

She was exactly the right size for Daddy’s arms.

[mommygwenbabybruce]

Boosted & dripping at the seams 🤤🙈💦

[dudeyoutrippin]

Absolutely quackers for this adorable onesie from @onesiesdownunder

[kinksubbie]

[sugarbumbby-deactivated20240103]

Just a dumb drooly baby with fresh changies before bed🫣😴

[1mommy4u1]

All good girls wear diapers. 💙

[mama-scarebear]

The world needs more pictures of girls drooling in diapers