[babydou17]

The point of no return

I’ve recently been asked at what point I realized that my little one had hit a point of no return. What was the moment I stopped seeing him as a man?

It is a great question and something I don’t think I have ever taken time to explain, so here we go.

First of all, I guess there were a lot of steps that made me realize he was embracing his new role in the house, and that he did not need to be considered a man anymore. Of course, the easy answer would be his first messy or sticky Pamp, but I’ll try to pick a few more interesting examples that clearly indicated me he had regressed to where I wanted him to be. When it all started we had both agreed that he would be regressing to a toddler’s age. It was very much exciting, but also a bit scary for him as he had no idea how or when this would be done, but of course Daddy had a plan 😉…No need to hide and pretend to be a man anymore, Daddy’s here to make it all better.

- Bedtime. At first, he always complained about his bedtime being “too early and boring because it’s not even dark out!”. After a few months, he had adjusted to it and even felt sleepy much earlier than before. Going to bed at 8:00pm is not an issue at all anymore and it makes it all easier. He gets his sleep, and I get some time for myself.

- Drooly bibs. 24/7-AB/DL is about letting go. The first step was of course to let go in his paddings, which he quickly did. But one of the very last (and quite recent) things I have asked him to do more was to let go and have a drooly chin as much as possible to “make Dadda proud”. You know that making Daddy proud means rewards… And rewards mean a very motivated little one. From then on, he started to drool a bit more, at first on purpose and then not even really paying attention to it. A large paci does help in those situations. I even had to add bibs to his day outfits as I would often find him with wet t-shirts or pajamas after a couple of hours spent in his playpen.

Probably not very comfortable, but oh-so cute!

- Babbling. When he got used to filling his Pamps, I could see that he was not embarrassed about them as much as before (and rightly so, because there’s nothing to be embarrassed about!)… but, you know I love a blushy stinker, so I had to find new ways to make his little cheeks flush a little. The solution was very easy: by adding a few simple motivational sentences such as “Smells like someone filled his Pamps in here… Daddy better hear some “babbly babbles” for a bit, or he may forget there’s a little boy in the house and forget to change him!”.

Oh you should have seen his face the first time, and the hesitation, probably thinking “Uhm…how do I babble?”. It was extremely cute, actually one of the cutest memories I have of him to this day. Then, came some tries and an adorable babble pattern that’s now unique to him!

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Of course you need to remember this all took time and did not happen overnight. If you were to ask a grown-up to do these kind of things, you’d probably get laughed at. However, my little guy’s regression has been gradual with a lot of efforts from him and support from me, so that he could be his true-self again.

So yeah, those would definitely be some moments I realized my kiddo was not a man anymore, but why fight it? He’s been filling Pamps for over two years now (over a thousand in 2025 if you remember our previous blog!). He is changed, bathed, fed and dressed up by me every single day.

An early bedtime, a drooly bib or babbles are just small elements in his life. Nothing unusual anymore. Just a little boy living a little boy’s life wearing larger pajamas than most 😉.

- Daddy

[abdlextra]

Wrote a short, horny ABDL story based on a concept I like

Daddy’s little babygirl has a set of rules set out for her everyday on a pretty little set of engraved wooden boards stationed in the living room. There’s a lot of rules, all about how baby needs to comport herself around Daddy and be rewarded for being a good little girl. If she breaks the rules however, there are punishments. Spankings, mouth soapings, time-outs, having certain privileges like TV or toys taken away. Or, if she really messed up, more important privileges would be removed…. Like her clothes…. Or her ability to talk without a pacifier strapped to her mouth. Sometimes the punishment was that Daddy would leave her in a wet or messy diaper without a change for a long time…. But that wasn’t so bad. The feeling of a squishy diaper between her legs was almost habitual at this point.

Babygirl tried to be very good. She tried so hard. She was always as diligent as she could be about following the rules, but there were so many! And most of them never came up! She tried to remember the important ones. The ones that she knew would be a problem if she broke them in front of Daddy, but even then she still made mistakes. As much as she tried to be a good girl her punishments were still so frequent. Daddy assured her that even good girls often find themselves in the corner with a red bottom and a saggy diaper. That’s how they learn.

She wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to admit it out loud. But she had a very strong suspicion that Daddy changed the rules on her sometimes when she wasn’t looking. Every time she thought she had the rules and routines memorized Daddy would catch her doing something naughty, and she would argue that she was sure she was following the rules, but then Daddy would simply smile and point at the list of rules, and sure enough, every time she would read it and find that she had been wrong, and the rules were written out exactly as Daddy had described them.

But, one of the most important rules that she was very careful not to break was how to properly ask Daddy for diaper changes.

She had spent a long time learning this rule. And she had gotten punished a few times before she had learned to get all of the little details just right.

It was her responsibility to ask Daddy for a diaper change once she had sufficiently used her diaper enough to justify it. Asking too soon when her diaper wasn’t full would earn a punishment, but also asking too late when she’s past the point of leaking would also get a swift reprisal from an angry Daddy.

Once she was sure that she was appropriately in need of a clean diaper, the next task was to round up all of the supplies Daddy would need to change her. She would pick out a clean diaper from underneath her changing table, as well as the wipes, the baby powder and the lotion, and hold all of these oversized baby products in her little outstretched arms. Then she would approach Daddy with all of these items in her eager hands and ask in the sweetest, littlest voice she could muster, (all the more difficult if she had a pacifier she was not allowed to take out at the time) “Please Daddy? I really need a diaper change. I wet and messed the clean diaper you put me in earlier and now I really need a change. Pretty please? I’ll be ever so grateful if I could get a clean diaper!”

It was very important that she sound as pleading and desperate as possible when she asked. It was also essential that she mention what she had done in her diaper to need a change. Sometimes Daddy also insisted that she say specifically how many times she had wet or messed herself to earn a change.

She had gotten very good at the routine and was almost never punished for messing it up anymore. Which she was very grateful and just a little proud of herself for. After all, she did need her diapers changed on a pretty regular basis.

Even so, even with her little ritual almost perfected, it was still entirely up to Daddy’s discretion whether or not she got changed. Asking for a diaper change the correct way, the way Daddy’s rules specified meant that she would get her diaper changed… But it wasn’t always right away. Daddy would praise her for being such a good girl and doing a good job with her request but if Daddy was in the middle of something, or just felt like making her wait a little longer, then she just had to wait. Squishing and squelching and stinking up the house for however long it took for Daddy to turn his attention towards her again. But she was always grateful for his strong, and gentle hands putting her back in a fresh diaper whenever she finally got changed. And when Daddy praised her for being such a good girl, and following all the required rules asking for a diaper change? It was just the sweetest feeling in the world!

Today was no different. It was getting late in the afternoon and babygirl knew that it was about time to ask Daddy for a diaper change again. She grunted and groaned and with her face contorted in effort she pushed the last of her stinky mess into the seat of the swelled and sagging diaper. That was how she knew it was time. Her diaper was already saturated from multiple wettings earlier in the day. She gave her hips a tiny shake and felt the swish of her sagging well used diaper behind her. “Yes,” she thought to herself. “Daddy will have to give me a change for this one.”

Content and pleased with herself she began her required chore of collecting all of the supplies Daddy would need to change her dirty diaper and went into Daddy’s office to present her request to him like always.

Daddy was seated at his desk, working on something too complicated and grown up for babygirl to understand. But, with no concern she extended the changing supplies to him with enthusiasm and recited: “Please change my diaper Daddy? I really need a diaper change. I’ve wet and messed the clean diaper you put me in earlier. And now I’m really stinky and really need a change. Pretty please? Don’t let me keep going around in a stinky diaper like this! I’d be so grateful for a change Daddy!”

She felt like she had done a good job with conveying how desperate the diaper situation was to Daddy, but when Daddy looked around at her she immediately knew something was wrong.

She gasped as Daddy grabbed her tiny wrists and pulled her out of the office. The diaper changing supplies she had diligently collected falling to the ground.

Daddy pulled her into the living room and put her over his knee. He then proceeded to swat the back of her dirty diaper with hard, firm spanks. At first she didn’t make a sound, surprised at what was happening, but then after a moment, the repeated swats on her backside led her to start whining, and then she was wailing and crying as they continued.

It wasn’t very painful. Daddy was spanking her over her well-used diaper and so the spanking was nowhere near as painful as if her bare bottom was exposed. But it felt disgusting, and humiliating, as she felt the squish and the squelch of her multiple potty accidents throughout the day. But also, she just felt ashamed.

What had she done wrong? She had been such a good girl. She always was so sure to follow Daddy’s rules closely when it came to asking for diaper changes. She said as much to Daddy between sobs.

“Buh… ouch! Wha did I do wrong? Ouch! I followed da rules! Ouch!”

Then Daddy stopped and put her back down. Wiping away her tears and looking her in the eyes. His expression was serious but not cruel.

“The rules baby? I don’t think you read the rules very closely then.”

Dumbfounded, the babygirl stared at the list of rules posted in the same place as the living room. Her previously remembered ritual was nowhere to be found on the long list. Burned into the wood just like all of the other rules it said very clearly: “Babygirl must never ask Daddy for a diaper change. Verbally or by otherwise indicating the state of her diaper. Babygirl gets her diaper changed at Daddy’s discretion, and must wait until Daddy checks her and decides it’s time.”

Still reeling from the shock and disbelief babygirl just stood there whimpering as Daddy assured her she would get a diaper change before bedtime…. In about five hours.

[cookie-goodboy]

"Uh-Oh is someone feeling the tummy rumbles?! Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap, and just let it all out for me ?" Your caregiver said

... knowing full well that they gave you a suppository just before the party so you'd have to let it out in front of their guests.

[hockeynhandcuffss-deactivated20]

I love when a little tells me "that's not fair" as if I am in any business of being fair. This isn't about fairness, it's about me getting what I want and you being the little stupid enough to come visit me. And what I want is a stupid little horny baby that is so embarrassed and small it hurts. I will manipulate you, break your spirit, use as many tools as I need to get that.

[cookie-goodboy]

Some Mommies and Daddies still let their regressed little ones cum...

They just make sure it's as humiliating as possible.

You can't let them think this is an adult privelege, or that it makes them in any way mature.

All the parenting blogs have suggestions:

🚫 ban them from using adult words to describe it (call it special snuggles, or silly spurts) .

🎶 Make them sing nursery rhymes, or childish songs while they are doing it.

🪫set restrictions on using hands or vibrating toys. Make them learn how to hump.

🫣 have them do it with an audience. Either Mommy/Daddy's friends or their former peers.

🧸 Pick out a special plush for them to make 'special feelings' with.

⭐ Track their 'GooGoos' on their diaper training chart, compare notes with other parents.

👀 make them do it in the living room or in a public place. Ensure that they don't have any privacy.

⏲️ Set time limits, take away sticky time if they go too long.

😵 Make sure their diaper is heavily used before granting them permission. To associate pleasure with full diapers

Any permission you give as a parent to a regressed 'child' should be designed to reinforce their infantalization.

Any 'sexual experience ' they are allowed to have should be as far away from what real adults do as possible.

After all , all the parenting blogs say so....

[lilbabybren]

If your pacifier is longer than your peepee, then 1) stop pretending to be a real man, and 2) your peepee needs to be locked up and disappeared underneath thick emasculating diapers. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them 🤭

[adultbabystories]

Number Three

“He’s doing number three,” Daddy whispered talking on the phone, watching you lay down in your crib for the night.

You haven’t paid attention to him standing there, because you were busy humping your diaper before going to sleep. You were sucking on your paci and humping your thick diaper. A onesie held it close and tight to your body.

Daddy started to call it “Doing a Number Three”. Of course, you already knew what One and Two were, but when you did your naughty business in your diaper, he always called it number three. In time the only acceptable place for you to do it was in your diaper. You couldn’t touch yourself, even daddy had stopped sexually touching you there. Maybe you were treated as a baby boy, but in your mind, you were still a big strong man, a big strong man with manly urges! You have to show Daddy you can still function as a man, you have to prove yourself.

So you humped. You humped whenever the urge came. When you woke up, when you were laid down in your crib. When watching cartoons on the floor, when hugging your best-stuffed friend.

In the beginning, Daddy praised you for doing number three in your diaper. He said you were very healthy and he wants you to do it whenever you need, wherever you are. Big strong boy need to do all their business in their diapers. Nowadays, when he sees you doing number three, rarely he comments on that, it’s not a thing anymore, but a “third” nature.

For you it was a sign that he didn’t break you, you still had authority over your own body. But the button line was, that like number one and number two, number three was a body waste to be absorbed into your diaper.

Nothing will come out of it, no purpose at all. Into your soiled diaper and being thrown into the trash can. Numbers one and two are more apparent than number three. It has no importance at all, no wonder it’s the last in the least.

[cookie-goodboy]

Some Mommies and Daddies still let their regressed little ones cum...

They just make sure it's as humiliating as possible.

You can't let them think this is an adult privelege, or that it makes them in any way mature.

All the parenting blogs have suggestions:

🚫 ban them from using adult words to describe it (call it special snuggles, or silly spurts) .

🎶 Make them sing nursery rhymes, or childish songs while they are doing it.

🪫set restrictions on using hands or vibrating toys. Make them learn how to hump.

🫣 have them do it with an audience. Either Mommy/Daddy's friends or their former peers.

🧸 Pick out a special plush for them to make 'special feelings' with.

⭐ Track their 'GooGoos' on their diaper training chart, compare notes with other parents.

👀 make them do it in the living room or in a public place. Ensure that they don't have any privacy.

⏲️ Set time limits, take away sticky time if they go too long.

😵 Make sure their diaper is heavily used before granting them permission. To associate pleasure with full diapers

Any permission you give as a parent to a regressed 'child' should be designed to reinforce their infantalization.

Any 'sexual experience ' they are allowed to have should be as far away from what real adults do as possible.

After all , all the parenting blogs say so....

[leossparkle]

Never let your cage stop you from making cummies in your soaked diapers 💦

[babypudge]

"Live & learn, and then get Luvs" - it wasn't just a marketing slogan, it was how you ended up here.

Your partner wanted to live together...

...but then they learned about your secret kink...

...so now you get Luvs - and thanks to the new boyfriend they found, that's all you'll be getting from here on, lil' man.

[babypudge]

"Ah gee-whiz fellas, what do you mean where are my boy clothes? The grownups say these are my boy clothes now."

[reblogspamps]

The cabin.

The sun shines bright in your eyes as you rub them trying to remember where you are or how you got here. You don't recognize the house or the view of the vast forest. The last thing you remember is drinking at the bar just before closing, talking to the overly friendly bartender about your trip to Europe tomorrow.

As you get acclimated to your surroundings you realize your pants are missing. Placing your hands down where your boxers used to be you feel warm smooth plastic. You squeeze the front and quickly realize you are in a thick diaper. You quickly realize why it is warm. You've soaked it more than once. Disbelief causes you to freeze and stare at the bedside table next to you. More thick white diapers laid out.

You hear someone else in the room. As you look for the noise of someones footsteps behind you, you are caught off guard by a very hard smack to your ass. The blow is deadened by how thick your diaper is but the sound was amplified as you look up and see him with a smile on his face.

You instinctively start pulling down the diaper in an attempt to escape the damp padding but before you can even get both thumbs into the blue diaper tapes, a tall handsome guy grabs both of your wrists and pulls you closer to him.

He sits on the bed and manages to force you to sit on his lap. You are stunned with disbelief that a total stranger has taken advantage of you that you are like a deer in headlights. He grabs you tight around your waist with one hand and squeezes the front of your diaper with the other. You may not remember his name but you remember he was the bartender from last night.

All you can get out of your mouth is "Hey..." when he speaks over you and says.

"you are not going anywhere, you are in the middle of nowhere and nobody knows where you are and there are no phones. I am going to take care of you for a long long time and you will do what I say. Here are the rules of the cabin".

•You are wearing your new outfit. I burned all your clothes with your cellphone so get used to it. You're lucky I let you wear a T-shirt.

• You probably want out of that wet diaper. Tough shit. You stay diapered 24/7 and will use them and like it.

•I will dress and diaper you as I please. If you ask for a change, you will NOT get one plain and simple.

•Touching your diaper in ANY manner will get you a spanking you'll never forget.

• You will eat whatever i put in front of you and you WILL eat all of it, drink all of it, swallow all of it.

• You will be conditioned to want your diapers, need your diapers, crave your diapers.

•Being a good boy will get you rewarded with positive reinforcement like playing outside or going swimming.

• Refusal to wet your diapers will earn you a catheter tube. Refusal to mess will earn you an enema. So show me how much you don't want either of those.

• When you are downstairs you must crawl everywhere. Standing up when not told to will result in one of many methods of immobilizing your feet.

• If I catch you humping anything or pleasuring yourself in any way, just remember a chastity cage is waiting for you and will be a new addition to your new outfit. So be a good little baby for daddy and this will be a vacation I'm sure you won't forget!

[pampaboy1]

I want to be taken to the cabin

[abdl-thor]

[bduhang]

[megabootman]

[flmanjax]

[leatherboibr]

[desertkinks]

boot worship