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Reposting a favorite of mine from our previous blog.
Throwback to when I showed you all how I helped my little guy associate babyfood with a “feel good” sensation… 😉 A technique I still use from time to time just to make dinners a little bit more eventful and exciting!
Let’s show the whole city how much of a baby you are, Buddy.
And there’s no escape from these pajamas until this diaper is filled to the brim.
- Daddy
Dadda says I’m all dressed, what do you think? 🤔
The importance of Bibs
Bibs are underrated. It’s a fact. In our community, we often hear about and see pictures displaying Pamps, pacis and onesies which definitely are a main part of this lifestyle. However, the power of bibs should not be ignored.
As a 24/7 Daddy, I do rely on them and find them particularly useful and cute when on my little guy. So, what types of bibs are there and why should you consider using them?
The food bib: The usual one. A life saver for caregivers. If you’re into baby food, it is a must have. If you’re into normal food, then there should be less trouble, but use one just in case. It’s never hurt anyone! My little one has not eaten without a bib in months and his onesies and pajamas thank me for it everyday. Those clothes are expensive and we wouldn’t want any baby bolognese to stain those pretty white pajamas, would we? It also allows me to have a bit of fun when feeding him and *purposely* miss his mouth a few times. Makes for very cute pictures every time… Shhh, don’t tell him anything or he could get fussy.😉
You can use a fabric one if you think the meal won’t be too messy, or a plastic one if a bigger mess is anticipated. Plastic ones also have a receptacle so that we don’t waste any of this baby food. Missed it the first time Kiddo? No worries, right back into your mouth!
The baba bib: This one can be smaller, worn for a shorter amount of time and for occasional dribbles. It is here to create a whole routine around bottle-feeding but isn’t generally needed. However, you want it on for peace of mind so that both Daddy and little one can enjoy this very very special moment without any worry. Can also be useful when it’s "burpie time", of course.
The drool bib: I added this one to my little Pamperpacker’s outfits recently. In 2026, actually. One of my goals was to see him more drooly. I think it’s extremely cute and is the symbol of absolute regression. So from now on, every afternoon in his playpen must be spent with a bib around his neck to catch any drooly mess coming from under his paci. You know me, there’s a reward at the end of the week/month if this bib ends up wet constantly over a certain period of time.
Results? I’ve got a drooly little guy when I come back from work almost every day!
The arts and crafts bib/ smock: A bib can be used for painting or drawing activities. Ideally, a smock can be better but if that’s all you have, it will do half the job and that’s better than nothing.
In any case, a bib will make any picture of your little one even cuter. If you enjoy this lifestyle occasionally it may be the perfect accessory to make any little Pamperfiller enter in little space instantly.
My little guy’s situation is a bit different since he is always in this headspace, so bibs have just become a normality and a necessity and I’m very happy about it 😉
- Daddy
Not sure if your into boys in pink. Better cover it up with my footed pajamas 🙊
Let’s show the whole city how much of a baby you are, Buddy.
And there’s no escape from these pajamas until this diaper is filled to the brim.
- Daddy
Daddy and I agreed to "upgrade" my cage from 2.75 to 1.5 inches. The only bulge here will be from diapers.
Daddy woke me up to a soaked diaper, which was changed first thing. He pulled plastic pants up over my freshly padded bum, then slid my favorite Dino onesie over my head. I looked down as Daddy buttoned the snaps until it was nice and snug over my diaper. Then, he put me in my denim overalls, securing the straps over my shoulders.
You can’t tell, can you?
Rare “big boyish” post from Baby incoming🤭
Even though our blog got banned this week and we have to restart it all over again, it will not prevent me from being the best babyboy for Dadda!
I have made a lot of progress this year and wanted to share it here because Daddy says I should be very proud. 😇
In 2025:
- Onesies, pajamas and dungarees have become my everyday outfits.
- Bibs, pacis and toys have been around me all year long.
- Bottles and more babyfood than ever have filled my tummy…
- …and I spent a full year filling diapees without any exception! ❌🚽❌
- Cuddles and kissies from Daddy motivated me to be a good boy.
- My peepee stayed in his locked house almost all the time, except for some naughty fun in my full diapees, bathtime or changies.
- My plushie friend came with me everywhere and even helped me make stickies in my diapees anytime Dadda allowed it (as shown in the picture 🙈).
I am so happy and lucky to be living with Daddy and to be able to live like this. Thank you Dadda for taking care of me and feeding, bathing, changing, dressing me up and giving me all your love. I know it is a lot of work but hopefully it’s all worth it!
I hope I will be an even better babyboy for you in 2026 to make you the proudest. 🥰
Scene inspired from real life (from yesterday morning)
(Including with it one of my favorite pictures of 2025, from our previous blog - it includes both culprits: Baby & Plushie😉)
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* 6:26 - A faint voice can be heard through monitor*
- “Dadda? Da…ddaaa? Are you sleepin’?”
*Daddy grabs monitor and activates push-to-talk option*
- “It’s not even 6:30 on a Saturday Buddy, of course I was sleeping. What’s wrong?”
- “Can you come?”
*gets out of bed and goes to Baby’s room*
- “What’s going on baby? Are you feeling alright?”
- “Yes dadda. It’s just… I was sleepin’ and givin’ kisses and cuddles to plushie, and then I think I made stickies.”
- “What do you mean you think you made stickies, kiddo? Did you or not?”
*Baby nods*
- “Okay, well I’m proud of you for telling me but you could have waited to tell me in the morning.”
- “Can you check Dadda?”
- “Sure, but what for? I’ve seen stickies diapees before. Lay down and I’ll have a look.”
*unbuttons onesie and untapes diaper and feels the inside*
- “Wow. Well I can’t see much with your night light only, but it sure does feel soggy and sticky in there babyboy. I’m not mad at you because you did not try to hide it. Did the cuddles and stickies feel good at least? It didn’t hurt, right? It’s the first time that happens in peepee’s new cage.”
- “Hmm, no it didn’t hurt Dadda, but I didn’t feel much.”
- “Good. That’s why we got this smaller peepee cage Buddy. I know you love your plushie very very much but you weren’t supposed to have naughty fun right now, so your stickies should not feel good.”
*Baby nods, clearly embarrassed*
- “Get changies?”
*Daddy chuckles*
- “Aaah that’s why you told me this early, I get it now. No, no changies. There’s still plenty of room in this diaper and it’s still warm. I’ll go back to sleep and wake you up in a couple of hours with your baba. And then this weekend, we’ll let everyone on Tumblr decide if you deserve a little punishment, or not, okay?”
*tapes diaper and snaps onesie back on. Grabs paci dangling from paci clip and pushes it in Baby’s mouth*
- “And next time you call Daddy without your paci in your mouth, I’ll get mad buddy. You’re supposed to have it in at all times in bed, you know that.”
- “Sowwy Dadda, I wuv wou.”
- “I love you too silly goose, try to go back to sleep and no more humpies.”
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Should there be a punishment?
No - It was an accident and he was honest about it
Yes - A small/medium spanking
Yes - Buzzy bum plug in all day to tease him with no release
Yes - Allow him to go humpy on his plushie again once he’s messy but no stickies
Yes - He can watch Daddy get his “Special milkies” ready for his baba as teasing
Yes - Time for a “Baby food only” kind of Sunday
ABDL : Organizing your little’s wardrobe
Daddy tips - 6
Our Daddy Tips posts aim to give you insight, ideas and information about living ABDL 24/7. The commitment it implies but also all the fun and imagination that goes with it. I hope you find them useful.
Find my other “Daddy Tips” below:
Daddy tips - 1 - ABDL : How to make your little crave for their diapers (click here!)
Daddy tips - 2 - Diaper Chart : How to keep your little obedient and motivated (click here!)
Daddy tips - 3 - Baby food : A gourmet journey (click here!)
Daddy tips - 4 - ABDL : How routine makes it work ? (click here!)
Daddy tips - 5: ABDL 24/7 : Is it the right thing for you? (Click here!)
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A baby’s closet should only be used to store his or her baby things. Diapers, powder, lotion, wipes, onesies, pajamas and any other baby clothes. Nothing else needed and especially no big boy clothes allowed here!
We know that not every baby can go 24/7, and that’s okay! Even my little guy has some “big boy clothes” to put on over his diaper when we go out (although Daddy knows he secretly prefers when I put him in his dungarees). But these are kept in Daddy’s closet, so Daddy can control if and when they are used. Not something a baby should be worrying about! It is important - if at all possible - to have a separate closet with Baby’s items kept separate to reinforce that this is their only option when getting ready for the day.
The answer to “What would my little guy like to wear today?” is therefore much easier as “jeans”, “sweatshirt” or “sweatpants” are not even options to consider. It will either be “onesie” or “pajamas”. No time lost for Daddy, no whining for Baby, everyone is happy!
As far as my little guy is concerned, this closet contains his only options. Another reminder he is, and will always be, Daddy’s baby boy.
Hey! Um.....do you wanna play with me??? I have Legos and hot wheels and stuff 🥺 it's ok if you don't wanna 🥺
I’d play with this cutie! How else do you make new fwiends 😋
🍼 Was cheeky to Daddy so got sent out into our very exposed garden to play with Pooh Bear. 😅
(Don’t know why tumblr has to kill the colour quality)
Daddy is enforcing a new bedtime and keeping you in your new crib for the night.
In time you and your partner explored a new fetish, ABDL. You found your place in the baby’s submissive role, and he found his place in the daddy’s dominant role. You started to call him daddy, and he called you all kinds of cute names. He bought more and more diapers, baby clothes, and toys for you. In a way you liked it, but it was definitely overwhelming. After that, Daddy had started to control the way you dressed, what you ate, the shows you watched. Last week daddy surprised you with a new nursery with a giant crib.
You liked being kinky, but you liked your freedom even more. But, now you need your diapers, or you’ll have an accident in your pants. You need daddy to dress you because you don’t have any big boy’s clothes anymore. It’s much easier letting daddy feed you, you don’t know how to cook.
Daddy was planning to watch a scary movie, which he didn’t think you should watch. He told you to hop to your crib. You tried to protest, it was only eight o’clock, but nothing helped. He pressed your favorite pacifier to your lips, which you took passively. Thickly padded for the long night, sucking on your pacifier, you were warned not to get out from your crib, while daddy is having a grown-up’s evening. —————————————– @bienen-kind had to stay in his crib, or else.
Doesn’t Deserve To Be Potty Trained
I just stare at them, my mom and my former girlfriend turned babysitter and I suck away on the pacifier trying my best to ignore the thick diaper that I was wearing, something a man my age shouldn’t be wearing. But then again I did also used to be potty trained.
The diaper is triple thick making it impossible for me to walk properly any thicker and I’d be forced to crawl. I never realized just how cheating on my girlfriend and in college would change things for me. But my mom and Sarah made sure to take everything I once had and turn it on his head.
I didn’t know how it was done but before I knew it I went from wetting my pants, to wetting constantly in a diaper, from being able to go to college to now facing going to a daycare center to learn how to be a baby all over again. I miss the days when I could use the toilet like a normal 20 year old, to stand and pee or sit and poop and to wipe myself. Now I had no choice but to do all of that in a diaper.
I’m forced to deal with the humiliation of my diaper being undone not only exposing my former manhood but the mess within the diaper as well. All I can do is whimper and cry around my pacifier as my bottom and my now refer to baby weenie is wiped clean of pee and poop, it didn’t matter whether we were inside or out I had to suffer, what made it worse was being told that I was being a good baby whenever I didn’t make a fuss about it.
Now I sit here my legs widely spread apart wearing a brand new outfit that left my legs completely exposed and made my obvious diaper bulge much more visible. Today was the day I was to be shown off to every person in my family including my friends from college.
Today everyone would be told that I was nothing more than a baby boy again that I failed at being a good adult, teenager and little boy. I would have to face my little cousins that are just being potty trained knowing full well that they’ll see me and smell me use my diapers and be changed on my changing table in my new Nursery. But I knew I had to be good if I didn’t want them to see me be spanked over my mom or babysitter’s knee.
I just had to focus and hope the humiliation wasn’t so bad. Then I heard the doorbell ring and my mom gleefully took my hand and walked me out to the living room as I waddled behind her and she told me to sit and play in my playpen. I sat there beginning to play with the toys trying to ignore as everyone I had ever known entered into the house. What made my situation much worse as they all entered said hi to me told them all how cute I was and how better off I was as a baby completely ignoring me after like the little boy that they all thought I fit.
All my friends thought it was hilarious that I had lost my rights to be a big boy, there was really no fighting it as before too long I had completely messed in my diaper. Some of my former friends and newly potty trained cousins followed my babysitter who was pulling me behind her to my Nursery to get my diaper changed.
They all began to speak baby talk to me as the snaps on my outfit were undone revealing my wet and messy diaper. They just cooed at me as I whimpered as my bottom was wiped clean and I was diapered up this time in a thick white disposable. My outfit wasn’t put back on, the pacifier was unclipped but left in my mouth and I was told that I would crawl back out to the living room.
I saw the look on my former girlfriends face and I knew I had better do what she asked. I crawled my way back out to the living room in just my diaper my younger cousins giggling and laughing and telling everyone about how messy my diaper was.
I was presented different gifts, mostly baby toys and baby clothes for my size. I was told that I’d be going to a very nice daycare in a couple of days and that a couple of my cousins would be there to watch and make sure that I didn’t misbehave. At dinner I was placed in my large high chair and a bib was placed around my neck and a bowl of baby food was sat in front of me next to a large baby bottle full of formula.
It had been such a long time since I had anything outside of baby food. This was something else I was told I no longer deserved to have that until I grew up and got out of diapers again that I was a baby and any other food would just upset my stomach. So now I sit here with a messy face watching everyone else including my much younger cousins eating hamburgers hot dogs and fries knowing I was not allowed to eat anything beyond the mush and the formula.
Before I was even finished eating and drinking my formula my diaper was soaked and messy again. I knew the night was almost over but there was just one more real humiliation that I’d have to suffer through and that was bath time.
When everyone was finished all eyes were back on me, couple of my cousins called out saying that I was such a messy baby. All I could do was blush as my mom took a baby wipe and wiped down my face, then my pacifier was slipped back into my mouth as I was let out of the high chair. I knew that everyone was able to see how wet and messing my diaper was. My youngest cousin even asked how I was ever even older than them, since I used so many diapers.
There was so much laughter after that, that I almost wanted to speak up and yell out something, but a couple pats on my diapered bottom from my mom stopped me. She called out “bath time” and asked who wanted to help. This time only one of my cousins wanted to join the rest where my two closest friends. I figured that my other cousin’s grew tired of the surprise of me being a baby and wanted to do other things.
I followed my mom crawling behind with my friends and my one cousin giggling and laughing behind me. Once in the bathroom I was told to lay down on the floor as my diaper was going to be removed. My cousin was asked to start the bath as my mom got to work getting me out of my used diaper. While this was happening my friends completely ignored me and asked my mom things like if I was ever going to be potty trained again or if I was ever going to be allowed to grow up at all. My mom simply said that he’s far too little to even think about letting him grow up anytime soon.
As the diaper was completely pulled away and I was completely wiped clean I was told to lay down on the towel until the bath was ready completely naked. A had longed stopped covering myself up knowing that my modesty wasn’t for someone my new age. My friends laughed looking at how excited my baby weenie looked. Overall it was true I did start to like my diapers but it was the only release and sensation I got anymore.
I finally got into the bath and I was washed by different people my friends and my cousin. I bit back the tears fighting so hard not to break down knowing it would get me nowhere. The bath seemed to take forever but when it was done I was dried and told to crawl back to my Nursery, and wait for my diaper and bedtime. I sucked harder and harder on my pacifier try not to think about every movement as I crawled naked down the hall to my Nursery followed behind by my mom cousin and former friends.
But before too long I was back to laying on my changing table as I was Triple diapered into cloth diapers and pair of footie pajamas were slipped over me and zipped up in the back. My mom said good night and told my friends and my cousins that they could say good night to me as well as she left the room.
“good night big baby were going to have so much fun at daycare soon” my youngest cousin said as he patted my head from between the bars of my crib.
“Well goodnight baby brain can’t believe you let this happen to you, but I guess you really are baby. Too bad I guess I’ll be having fun partying without you” Frankie said with a laugh.
“You know I warned you about what cheating on your new babysitter would do to you. Now I get to show her a good time as you sit in daycare filling your diapers, have fun enjoying your new baby days” Mark stated as he and everyone else left.
It was then that I cried hard at everything that happened today. Knowing it’s only 7pm and I was laying in a crib thickly diapered and dressed like a baby at 21. I new everyone else would party longer, and my friends and former girlfriend would drink like normal adults. Before to long I cry myself to sleep.
I hope only to have good dreams, dreams of everything I once had. I know they wouldn’t be real but at least I would know I was a man still. Not a baby that I’ve become. But I new everyone was right I didn’t deserve to be potty trained anymore…
Today I had some great time at the playgorund hihi 🙈🙃
