44/M. Soft Daddy Dom for Littles of all shapes and sizes. Creative writing that may end up suggestively erotic. If you see content that is yours, and you don’t want it here, please let me know and I’m happy to remove it.
Please read my pinned post before interacting!
Hello, and welcome! I’m so pleased you’ve decided to join me today.
I’m Mr. Waffles— Daddy Waffles to a small handful of adorable little tykes. I've loved being a gentle supportive figure to them, and they've inspired me to new purpose: to develop my more creative side. So the purpose of this blog is that I’m gonna write some stories!
The kinks I engage in on this blog are listed here (but this is by no means all-inclusive; I’m always interested in new things)
Adult Baby/Diaper Lover, including DDLG, DDLB, and whatever the gender-neutral version of that is— DDLWhatever?
Incontinence play, both bowel and bladder, and including bedwetting
Medical play, chiefly as it relates to incontinence with just a smidgen of invasiveness
Hypnosis and gentle gaslamping with the goal of regression
Teasing without shaming or public humiliation
Corrections of naughty behavior, with or without spanking
Coaxed (forced) orgasms and/or prejac play
I am happily married to a loving partner who does not quite share my kinks but appreciates them nonetheless. She is fully supportive of me and I don’t know how I’d get along without her. 💖
I am always looking to connect with new folks, regardless of gender expression or sexual preference, age, skin color, belief, whether you’re big or little or anything in-between.
This blog supports the liberal arts and positive mental health. I believe that trans lives and black lives matter. I love emotionally positive masculinity and cherish women’s rights across the board. I believe that oppression is violence. I think corporations aren’t people and that capitalism is making our world ugly at best and unlivable at worst. I believe the US medical system is broken, and I would know, because I’m in it. I am staunchly in favor of inclusivity, diversity, equity, accessibility, and sustainability (IDEAS). While I’m very happy to discuss these things in my DMs I don’t want this blog to become a political discussion platform— I have other blogs for that.
My inbox, for now and until further notice, is open to messages of all types. I will do my best to respond so long as things are kept respectful—feel free to DM me at any time for any reason. If you’ve decided to follow me or if you interact with more than a handful of my posts, please know that I will review your blog. If you have no age in your bio or your blog is blank, I’ll be blocking without further interaction. Minors: do not interact with me, please. All persons in the stories are 18+.
Real talk guys, I’ve been having kink burnout for a long time now, like a month tbh and I think that’s good for me in a weird way.
I came to a realization that I won’t be able to indulge in what I want to because I just can’t right now and it was making me sad so I decided to be off tumblr for a while.
I may not get into the relationship/ dynamic I want right now too and it was making me big sad
No need in writing my fantasies down if I can’t participate in them am I right?
I began to just look at my kinks as things that are very unattainable at this point in my life so that also played a huge role.
I’ve also been focusing on other aspects of my life that are taking a lot of time
I honestly don’t know when I’ll post again but my posts are still here so look through them for some inspiration lol
If you could assemble a team from Tumblr to be a diapered family, who would you choose to be the:
Mommy, Daddy, “oldest” sibling, middle, and the babiest of babies of the family? And who/where would you be? What would be the dynamics of this kinky family?
And maybe as a bonus, you can choose someone to be the family pet!
Oh, given who is asking this question, I think I have the perfect group in mind:
@mothergo0se is definitely Mama.
@mr-waffles-study is obviously Daddy.
Then, there is you, @destinedfordiaperstories, of course. You're the big brother that's always trying to be cool and in-charge, but never quite gets there because that potty training thing is just too hard to master.
I'd be next, of course, the middle sibling, whose a little bit bratty, a little bit bossy, and that is always trying to be independent, but really just wants some good cuddles.
And, finally, as the littlest little of all, @prettymuchpottytrained would be the baby sister! Cooing and giggling in her soggy didi's while everyone else dotes on her! Right where she belongs.
Of course, I could build tons of fun dynamics from my Tumblr moots!
@dearchloe is an AMAZING big sister! Always perfectly managing that careful balance of raising me up and keeping me in my place.
And @teeniest-spino and @andthereasonshouldjust are super cute baby siblings!
I'm sure there are so many more people that would slide right into a fun family dynamic!
The girl is tied to the office chair, panicked, struggling. The camera pans across the concrete parking structure. Her would-be lover stands behind her, calling her attention to the figure on the grass outside and several floors below. This is my favorite part of the movie.
I hear the floorboards creak behind the couch.
My hair standing on end, I quickly turn to see you standing still no more than three feet away, your long dark hair covering your face, your teddy bear held limply by one leg at your side. The moonlight through the window casts your white nightgown in an eerie light, rippling against your pale skin in an unseen breeze. You shiver slightly.
“D… daddy?” your soft voice emanates from behind your thick, unruly, black hair.
I reach over and pause the movie. “sweetie…? What… what are you doing up?”
Your body start to vibrate. My skin grows cold.
“There’s been… an accident, Daddy….”
My mouth is almost too dry to respond. I swallow, my throat clicking.
“What kind of accident, little one? What’s happened?”
You stay silent and still for what seems like an eternity. I realize I’m holding my breath, my knuckles tight around the remote.
“I… I… “
You sniffle and sob.
“I wet our bed, Daddy!”
I blink. Oh. Oh.
You lift your head, your eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to Daddy!” You begin to bawl.
“Oh! Honey no, it’s OK!” Relief washes over me and I quickly rise from the couch and squat in front of you.
“Let’s check the damage,” I say, lifting your nightgown.
Your sleeping shorts are saturated at the crotch. I gently spin you around and see a much larger yellow stain on your bottom.
“Awwww, my poor little one! Did we forget to take you to potty before going to bed sweetie?” I coo at you softly.
“Now we gotta do laundry, I hate laundry,” you cry.
I lift you under your arms, wet things and all, and carry you on my hip. “That’s for Daddy to do, sweetie pie. Your job right now is to get into the bath, alright? Let Daddy run the water for you,” I reassure you warmly as I carry you toward the bathroom.
After your bath, I dry you off and take you to the bedroom. A pink Megamax in your size lays atop the fresh sheets. You don’t fight or complain, you’re too tired to do more than make a fussy face when I insist that you’ll be in diapers for the next week at night. You know better than to argue, and if we’re both being honest, you sleep better protected by your diapers anyway.
Your thumb is in your mouth when I apply the powder; your eyes are heavy lidded and closing quickly by the time I tape you up. The movie can wait for another night; I curl up with your diapered bottom against my lap, but you’re already asleep. I softly kiss the back of your head.
Hi! Thank you sm for the diaper girl story list, it’s the best! And chance you do one for mdlb?
and who are the best caption writers in your opinion I should follow?
I'm glad you enjoyed it! But probably not. It was way more work than I expected. I could be persuaded to do one for my titled mdlb captions if enough people ask nicely.
As for writers, I assume most people already follow a lot of them, but I'll still add a few of my favorites.
For MDLB: @all4thedips is just so talented as a writer. He thoroughly thinks out plots, you'll rarely find any grammar mistakes, and he's so knowledgeable in ABDL that his stories are always engaging.
@boysrbabies requires no introduction. She can do more in 3 paragraphs than I can in 3 pages.
@mothergo0se is where you go when you just need Mommy to make everything feel better. She'll never tease or humiliate you for needing diapers!
@mommyameliestorycorner is the MDLB version of Regression School. You get all the squirmies while wrapped in warm embrace of acceptance.
For DDLG: @regressionschool pumps out bangers like the Beatles. And for good reason. Writing talent + Experience = Amazing Captions. One of the best to ever do it.
@prettymuchpottytrained02 may be the most creative person I've ever met. Most of my best captions were her brainchild; I just wrote them. But now she's finally writing herself, and Tumblr is all the better for it.
@mr-waffles-study just gives Daddy vibes. His blog is like being in a cozy office that smells vaguely like pipe smoke, fine leather, and biblichor, yet he never minds being interrupted by the crinkles of a needy little.
For Switches: @mads-the-dog is criminally underrated. Extremely talented, super engaging, and far more creative than I am. Amazing ddlg and mdlb stories.
For Littles In Need of a Babysitter: @missebabysitter is always there to tease you and change your diapers. You'll never forget your place with her.
Cuzz I was naughty yesterday by cussing(not that much btw) whilst talking to @missebabysitter. She told me that actions have consequences(whatever that means) aaand that i needed to write lines with my non-dominant hand!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
The lines say: " Miss E is right, babies don't cuss.
Pity you showed such kindness. Clearly the lesson has not sunk in for this unrepentant, naughty lil' tree nut. Thought you deserve the opportunity to demonstrate what happens when littles take advantage of your kindness.
Oh my goodness. Naughty little @littleacorn29 was cussing and lying to @destinedfordiapers. I’m pretty sure that warrants way more than 10 spanks with the paddle. 🤨
that’s just 10 spanks from me, Mama Goose! maybe another grown up would like to give me a hand reminding this naughty nut just how little they are? @mr-waffles-study maybe?
Cuzz I was naughty yesterday by cussing(not that much btw) whilst talking to @missebabysitter. She told me that actions have consequences(whatever that means) aaand that i needed to write lines with my non-dominant hand!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
The lines say: " Miss E is right, babies don't cuss.
Pity you showed such kindness. Clearly the lesson has not sunk in for this unrepentant, naughty lil' tree nut. Thought you deserve the opportunity to demonstrate what happens when littles take advantage of your kindness.
You gaze through the window, fascinated at the fabrics and colors. Your hand drags at mine as your pace slows; I slow down and let you linger, staring longingly at all the big girl clothes.
We’ve been together nine years now, six years since we said our vows at the altar. And only three years since you told me you didn’t want to be an adult any more, that you wanted to go back to being a baby. My baby.
Your tastes haven’t changed one bit, though: you love mall shopping.
Jean jackets, sequined tank tops, wide brimmed hats topping faceless white mannequins. Your eyes dart back and forth, taking it all in. I slow my pace to make sure you don’t trip over your Maryjanes.
I remember when you had a store credit card for this place. You turn your wide eyes to me, tugging on my arm, then when you know you have my attention, you point at what’s got you so tongue-tied.
It’s a pleather mini-skirt, fishnets, and Doc Martens. The complementary leather jacket is open at the front, boldly showing the curve of the mannequin’s scant breasts. It’s almost the exact same outfit you wore to your sorority’s Halloween Party where we first met.
I stifle a chuckle, then bend down and put my ear next to yours momentarily. I ruffle my hand through your wavy hair playfully.
“I think you’re far too little for those, sweetie. And besides…”
My hand slides down the back of your peekaboo dress to the seat of your soggy diaper, gently pressing the wet padding against you, as if to remind you of your chosen state.
Hi everyone! I'd love to say if you're reading this, you've made it past my Day of Banishment, but that's not the case. Obviously we've had some kind of failure to communicate here since I just had like six new follows from people who don't have an age in their bio. Let me be as clear as possible.
Put an age in your bio or a pinned post or I'm blocking you
If you're uncomfortable putting your exact age, you can put "thirtysomething" or "fortyish" or whatever, no one's asking you to post your date of birth, just please make it clear that it's your age
your Not Tonight story was really wonderful! 💖❤️💖❤️ thank you for writing it!
Thank you for commenting! I'm glad you liked it. It was actually more difficult writing that one than any of the others, because it's an emotion I'm not entirely familiar with. I've never been personally bitten by the Purge Bug, somehow. I just always accepted this for myself, for better or worse, and never had an urge to be rid of it despite how many relationships it's caused incompatibility issues. But I know from a lot of Littles I talk to how powerful that feeling can be, how devastating. I just wanted to write something a little longer than "it's gonna be OK."
Hi everyone! I'd love to say if you're reading this, you've made it past my Day of Banishment, but that's not the case. Obviously we've had some kind of failure to communicate here since I just had like six new follows from people who don't have an age in their bio. Let me be as clear as possible.
Put an age in your bio or a pinned post or I'm blocking you
If you're uncomfortable putting your exact age, you can put "thirtysomething" or "fortyish" or whatever, no one's asking you to post your date of birth, just please make it clear that it's your age
“Peaches,” I say, my voice sharp with warning. “Do you have something you need to tell me?” I cock one eyebrow up in my best stern look. On one finger hangs your blue and white striped pair of underwear, a light yet unmistakable brown stain in the seat. You don’t turn around at first, and I expect a blush and a stammer.
“Honestly I don’t want to talk about it,” you say, your face an unreadable mask. You toss your hair and walk out of the bedroom, leaving me holding your stained underwear.
Not the response I was expecting. My eyebrow comes back down, and I toss your soiled undies in the hamper. I bite back the response that Daddy would’ve had— you think it’s wise to walk away while I’m talking to you?— and take a breath. Something’s wrong.
I follow you cautiously and find you in the kitchen, putting away dishes. Which is my chore. As I come around the counter, your foot shoots out and closes the open garbage disposal behind you without even looking. “I’ll take that out later, don’t worry about it,” you say.
I grab a towel and start drying next to you, staying silent for now, but my curiosity gets the better of me. As I put away some glassware in the opposite cabinet, I quietly open the garbage disposal and peer inside.
Resting on a pile of last night’s uneaten popcorn and this morning’s coffee grounds is your baby bottle and pacifier.
Ah.
I gently close the garbage disposal and go back to drying dishes next to you. “I can do this myself, y’know,” you say. “I’m not a baby.”
I put one hand on your arm and gently turn you toward me until your eyes meet mine.
“I know that. I know you can do it by yourself, but I want to help.”
I pause until you know that I’m not talking about the dishes. You take a shuddering breath.
You let me lead you over to the couch to sit, leaving the dishes where they are. The way you sit on the edge, ankles crossed, facing me, one hand absently moving your stray hair out of your face, tells me what I need to know.
“I don’t want you to be upset,” you start.
I shake my head and interrupt. “I’m allowed to be upset if I feel the need, but I’m not going anywhere, no matter what. Alright? We’re in this together.”
You wipe away tears but your voice is steady, strong, like you. “I just… it feels stupid, you know? To keep doing this. Like,” you hesitate. I wait. “This kink.”
I nod appreciatively. “Talk to me. How does it make you feel?”
You frown. “Well for one, it’s too expensive!”
“We’re making really good money now. It’s expensive, yes, but we’re worth it,” I say. “
“Yeah but it’s gross!” You make a face.
My eyebrows raise dramatically. “Gross,” I repeat slowly, as if I don’t recognize the word. We’d been playing for years now and if anything was clear it was that neither of us found this kink gross.
“And it’s sick,” you continue. “Who in their right mind likes wearing diapers and being made fun of for shitting on themselves?”
I hold my face steady and nod in understanding. “I know it must seem crazy sometimes. But it doesn’t feel crazy to me because I’m not alone— I have you to enjoy this with, and you have me, and there are thousands of other people just like us. Yeah, most people don’t understand, but that doesn’t mean this is wrong or sick. We enjoy what we enjoy and we’re not hurting ourselves or anyone else when we play.”
You wipe away more tears. “well… but what if someone finds out? We had Danny over last week and I freaked out when he was looking in the closet for a blanket. He could’ve found all my-- all that… stuff.”
I smile. “Oh! I can move that stuff to the locker box under the bed. Danny’s always had a certain lack of decorum when it came to personal space,” I chuckle. “And,” I add, “none of that has to leave the house. Ever, if you don’t want. Not wanting to wear in public isn’t a dealbreaker for me. This can be just between you and me. I want you to feel safe and secure.”
You don’t look relieved.
I pause, and take a breath, then adjust where I am on the couch so I can put my arm around you.
“These are big feelings, honey. Thank you for sharing them with me, it was very brave of you.”
Your eyes meet mine, tears welling. “You’re not upset?”
“You’ve struggled with these feelings before and it’s OK. I’m not upset, you’ve said nothing to me that I would be upset about.”
“You’re not bored of it? Tired of having to tell me the same thing over and over?” I see your lower lip trembling. My heart swells. I adore you so much, big and little.
I shake my head. “It’s OK,” I repeat. “I don’t mind telling you again and again how much I love playing with you, as many times as it takes and more. I hate that you struggle with this and I’m so proud of you for fighting it as well as you have.”
You sob quietly in my arms, slowly shaking. I pull you into my arms. I murmur reassurances to you as the night goes by: there’s nothing gross about you, nothing wrong, nothing dirty. Your little side is full of joy and beauty, and you are allowed to enjoy it the way you want without shame or guilt. This struggle is temporary and tomorrow will be different, maybe only a little, but different. We eventually decide to pick up fast food for dinner, and I put on Hunchback of Notre Dame (your favorite). I make popcorn. We stay up too late, laughing and joking and having a good time, but eventually we get to bed.
Later, I’ll retrieve your pacifier and baby bottle from the garbage. I’ll sanitize them, rinse them thoroughly and dry them by hand. I’ll dutifully return them to the lockbox under the bed where they belong, to await the day when this cycle is forgotten, and you can get back to what you enjoy.
Been really thinking about fun abdl party games/themes recently. Figured I would share some of my thoughts.
Language Learning: everyone shows up in vanilla clothes but all of the subs/littles have an assigned word that if they were to say it all the bigs would immediately take them and strip them and then put them into a baby outfit for the rest of the night. The catch is that the littles don't know the words. So all the bigs sit around like wolves asking weird questions hoping to get them to say a specific word so they can take all your adult hood away.
Ethical perving: all the littles draw a word on their diaper somewhere on their butt or the bottom of their diaper and wear skimpy clothes. The whole point is if someone guesses your number then you are either punished or have to do something for this person. I'll leave it up to the imagination. But I just love the thought of all night all these people being creepy and trying to look up their skirt or bend over so hopefully the number sticks out of their waste band. Because who doesn't love upskirts?
Secret Adult: Have everyone show up to the party after following discreet discussions on how much to drink and how long before the party you have to go pee for the last time. The point of the party is to figure out who among you is faking having to pee really badly. Each time everyone votes on who the secret adults are they have to drink another cup of water. If you vote out the secret adults before everyone pees themselves then the other team wins. If everyone pees themselves before all the adults are figured out then the secret adults win.
Oh hi everyone! Later today I'm going to go through my follower's list and look at all your profiles. If you're not following the rules (if your blog is ageless or devoid of content; please see my pinned post), I'll be sending you on your merry way. Last chance to fix it!
Mr. Waffles' Study @mr-waffles-study - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
