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@not-a-big-boy-yet
Is it weird that my hottest fantasy is having a Daddy who forbids me any sexual pleasure unless its cumies in my diaper after I mess myself to earn a change? Is it too much to be turned on by the idea of being put to sleep in a crib all babied up just to wake up to hearing Daddy enjoying naughty stuff with an actual grown up woman because I am too little to satisfy him this way? Is it okay that I am such a degradee? Such a baby? 😇♥️
Highchair Humiliation at 26 years old, for Baby Rachel ! Spoon-fed babyfood, as she wet herself in her NAPPY.
Having been put into a Highchair by her soon-to-be Sister-in-law, there was nothing that Rachel could do except to eat the babyfood that she was being spoon-fed like a baby, despite being 26 years old.
It had been embarrassing enough for Rachel when her Mummy had decided to put Rachel back into NAPPIES at 26, but getting fed babyfood in a Highchair by her future Sister-in-law was even worse, as she teased her, and enjoyed treating Rachel like a baby at 26….
“That’s it, Baby Rachel, eat up all your lovely babyfood ! Good baby ! I’ll give you a nappy-check in a minute, Baby Rachel ! Because I think naughty Baby Rachel has just gone & wet her nappy like a little baby ! You just wet your nappy as I fed you babyfood in your highchair at 26, just like a baby, Rachel ! Oh poor Baby Rachel ! How embarrassing !”
Immersion
Years ago, Miku used to worry. She worried about what would happen if she accepted her daddy’s invitation, if she flew halfway around the world to be with the handsome dom she had met online. His country, after all, was a foreign one, and the culture and language seemed terribly strange to her.
But Daddy assured her that everything would be okay, that there was nothing at all for her to worry about. Through immersion, as he put it, she would learn everything she needed to know. And learn she did, though perhaps not what she was expecting.
Miku still didn’t know much of the local language. Daddy taught her a few words for animals and colors and shapes, but that was about it. She had picked up a few words for her favorite yummy foods, but could tell from Daddy’s chuckles that she wasn’t saying them quite right. She thought she might have figured out the word for bathroom (or was it potty?) early on, but Daddy hadn’t used it in a long time - and judging from how much her body had gotten used to her new way of life, that was no surprise.
What she did learn was how little she actually needed any of those silly words. If she was hungry, Daddy could tell. If she was tired, Daddy could tell. If her diapers were getting droopy or dirty, Daddy could tell. And if she was out and about, and found herself blushing from the looks she received in her stroller, well, what good would words be anyway?
Miku wasn’t immersed in the funny sounding language or the strange culture, but it didn’t matter. She was immersed in her new world. She understood that Daddy knew her needs better than she did herself, and that he would take care of them, so that she wouldn’t have to think about all those grownup words and worries.
And that was the most important lesson of all.
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Image Credit: Momo Aoi
🌈🦆Hihi It's Riley 🌈🦆
Today I asked Daddy if it would be okays to get padded up and of course he said I could as long as I took pictures. So I decided to be sillies with the photos and shows him that I was teaching Mumbles to fly. Hes my peguin Daddy got me.
I was a bit sad todays and a crinkle really help center me and get me in a better mood. PLUS Daddy always helps me feel better and knows bestest.
Im officially a little kings fan girl 🥺 (more of me)
Touhou project color commission of Reisen Udongein Inaba in a high chair, upset and humiliated with Tewi feeding her,
Playing outside!
Can you tell these are wet? She loves her Paw Patrol pull-ups!
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Well, mystery solved.
Daddy’s “Very” Big Girl (NSFW 18+)
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She burbled happily as his eyes opened.
“Daddy! Daddy! Lookit what I got!” She grabbed at her feet and rocked back, overflowing with energy.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and cracked a lopsided smile. “Did you buy that all by yourself?”
She smiled smugly and gave him a queenly nod. “Yep. Aren’t I a big girl?”
He leaned over to ruffle her hair. “Yes, you are. You’re my big baby girl. Come here.” He sat back in bed and motioned for her to join him.
She curled up in the crook of his arm and looked up at him, lip curling in a sulk. “I’m not a baby girl. I’m a BIG girl. Cause I bought this all by myself and babys can’t buy stuffs.”
His hand wandered over her bottom. His eyebrow raised. “You must be quite a big girl, walking around with only pullups on. What are the rules about leaky babies and diapers?”
She looked away haughtily. “I don’t gotta wear diapers, cause that’s the rules and I said so. My clothes look cuter with pullups anyways. Hmph.” She held that pose for about half a second before she was over his lap. The blankets rushed up and smothered her yelps as he began to correct her attitude.
“Since you’re such a big girl, I guess you won’t mind getting spanked like one.” He landed a smack on her lightly padded bottom, the pullup doing nothing to mitigate the blow.
She began to kick her legs. “No, Daddy! No spankings, I’m sorry!”
Another slap sounded. Her ass began to turn as red as the heart on her clothes. “Sorry, sweetheart,” *smack*, “daddys have to punish their big girls when they get out of line.”
She stopped kicking and tried to shield her bottom, mewling in frustration as she felt him easily take her hands into one of his own while the other continued its work. *SMACK* The sound of the blow reverberated through the room. She buried her face in the sheets, sniffling. He let her go and began to rub her back. The soothing sensation helped distract her a little and he waited for her to calm.
He leaned in, lips brushing her delicate ear as he spoke in a low voice. “Now, if you were my baby girl, I wouldn’t have to be so mean. Daddys can’t be mean to little babies. Those are the rules, honey.”
His voice thrummed through her. Starting at the tips of her ears and vibrating along her spine to end, quivering in her pullup. She wiped at her nose and mumbled. “Pffez, Dddy.”
He rubbed her back. “Please what, darling?”
She flipped over and threw her arms over his shoulders. “Please let me be your baby, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
He lifted her up, hiking her legs over his hips and placing a hand protectively over her reddened bottom. “Shh, it’s ok, kitten. I’m not mad at you. Of course you can be my baby girl, silly. You never stopped. Now, let’s get you into a proper diaper before little miss bratty butt gets puddles all over the floor.”
He brought her to their living room and laid her down on the soft blanket they used for changes. Little pink animals danced across its surface as he unsnapped the onesie. She blushed and covered her face as he took the pullup away. He’d changed her so many times before. It shouldn’t be this embarrassing, she thought. He chuckled and reached for her stuffy.
“Here, baby. You hold Squish while Daddy finishes up, ok?”
She cooed happily and reached out for Squish, giggling as she pulled him in close. “Otay, Dada.”
He worked efficiently, unfurling the diaper and lifting her up before beginning to rub in the lotion. He smiled at the little wiggles and moans that came from her as he spent just a little longer than necessary on her princess parts. “Ohh, what a wiggly little baby. Who’s the wiggley little baby? That’s right! It’s you!”
She giggled and kicked her legs as she looked at him over the curve of Squish’s soft head. Her expression turned to one of puzzlement, seeing him turn around. “Daddy? Whatcha doin?”
“Oh, nothing really. Just trying to pick the other diaper you’ll be wearing.”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted in protest. TWO diapers? “But, Daddy-“
Her blurt of denial was cut off, replaced with a baby blue and pink pacifier. “That’s enough talk, little one. Now keep that paci in until I take it back out. Bratty girls get two diapers. One to keep them from making messes, the other to remind them what they are.”
She nodded meekly and laid back, blushing madly. She gasped as his lotioned fingers suddenly entered her, retreating before she had time to react.
“Pacifier in, baby,” he reminded her, cutting off her question.
He pulled the padding up between her legs, repeating the motion with the second diaper before snapping the onesie shut. He smiled satisfactorily. “There. All soft and sweet. See how nice that feels? Much better than a spanking, I imagine.”
She nodded.
“Ok, sweetie. Time for breakfast.”
A grin plastered his face they walked to the kitchen, inspired by the sight of his girlfriend trying, and failing, to not waddle as they went. The bulk between her legs made it impossible to walk straight, pushing her legs out at an adorable angle. He lifted her up into the high chair he’d bought for her last birthday and clicked it shut. Her legs dangled off the ground and she crinkled noisily as he came back with a plate of yogurt and sliced fruit.
Removing the pacifier and setting it on the feeding tray, he spooned the first scoop of yogurt into her mouth. “Here comes the airplane! Zoooooomm!”
She gurgled happily around the spoon as he fed her. “That’s silly, Daddy. That’s a spoon, not an airplane.”
He affected a confused expression and scooped another serving. “Did you say something, baby? I can’t understand you. Maybe when you’re older you can talk like a big girl.”
Her eyes twinkled and she opened wide for another bite. Without warning, her princess parts began to vibrate weakly. Her hands clenched and she tried to reach down to her crotch as she her mouth shut with a surprised yelp. The spoon missed and smeared the yogurt across her cheek.
“Goodness, what a messy little, baby. Can’t even sit still for Dada for a whole two minutes.”
She squirmed in her seat and her hands alternately flexed and balled in frustration. The vibration was just low enough to send tickles racing through her pelvis but nothing more. She couldn’t even reach down to do anything because of the dumb feeding tray. It was maddening and she whined. “Daddy, my princess pa-“ she was interrupted as he pushed a thin slice of apple into her mouth, running his finger along the inside of her cheek as he pulled back.
“What was that? You want more num nums? Ok, darling. Just try to be still for me.”
The teasing vibrations continued throughout the rest of breakfast, randomly spiking and drawing little gasps and shudders while painting more of her breakfast across her reddening cheeks.
The vibrations stopped with the last slice of fruit and she sighed in relief. He reached for a damp rag and began to clean her up.
“Let’s get you all nice and cleaned up. I’m sure there’s an adorable wittle baby underneath all this muck.”
She pouted. He laughed. He released her from the highchair and picked her up again, this time placing her in the makeshift play pen he’d built in his home office. Rattles, plushies, and other baby toys lay haphazardly across the alphabet blanket covering the space. She looked up at him standing over the rails.
“Daddy has to get some work done. I want you to be a good baby and play while I’m busy, ok?”
Her thumb worked its way into her mouth. Wait, wasn’t she supposed to be a big girl?
“Yeth, Daddy.”
He stood up abruptly and snapped his fingers. “I almost forgot your bottle! Sorry, darling. I’ll be right back.”
She had just begun arranging an elaborate soap opera between Squish and Ms. Teddy when he came back holding her bottle.
“Sorry about that, little one, drink up.” He handed her the bottle. She grinned and kicked her feet happily as she began to suckle.
She rolled around on the floor, little cooing noises and babbles as she lost herself in play time. Eventually, though, despite all the colorful distractions around her, and the interesting conversations she had with Squish and her other stuffed friends, the inevitable came and she grew bored. Her bottle was empty now, lying discarded to one side of the play pen and she sat back, trying to figure out what to do next. Suddenly, a sly look crept across her face and she looked around mischievously. His back was turned to her, too engrossed with his work to pay her attention for now. She was still frustrated from breakfast. Maybe she could just reach into her diaper and… play a little. Just a little. She knew she wasn’t supposed to but Daddy couldn’t punish her for something he didn’t know about, and none of her stuffies would ever rat her out. Moving stealthily, her hand started to slip down the front of her diapers. That was when the first wave hit her. Her tummy began to grumble. The disobedient thoughts flew from her as she wrapped her arms over her stomach.
“Daaaaddy,” she called, trying to get his attention.
He didn’t turn around. Another cramp hit her and she tried again, louder. “Daaaaaaaaaddyyyyy!” His head turned slightly and she relaxed slightly, feeling her hopes rise. She gasped when she saw the small black shape filling his ear. He was wearing earbuds. Another wave came. It was stronger this time, and she fell back on her knees, fighting fiercely. Another wave hit. She lost. A little toot escaped her, and she groaned in defeat as her diaper began to fill. The cramps continued to pulse through her, emptying her out as her bladder released simultaneously. The diaper quickly grew warm and heavy, and she moaned with displeasure. Ewwww. It’s so yucky. Please turn around, Daddy.
The vibrations returned, hitting her like a thunderbolt. The vibrator he’d slipped inside her roared to full life and she fell back in surprise, squishing the warm mess across her bottom. Yucky! Its.. so.. oohhh… Gross! I… oooo. She grabbed feebly at the bulky padding and moaned like a whore as the vibrations rolled on. The diaper was positively swollen now, forcing her legs apart as the toy continued to stimulate her throbbing kitty. Her breaths came heavier, and her face was flushed with pleasure. She turned half lidded eyes to Daddy and they widened as she saw him staring right at her, a knowing smirk on his face and a small remote in his hand. He clicked a button and the vibrations intensified. She threw her head back as she felt her kitty begin to clench. Her hands rubbed frantically at the front of her diaper, trying to push the wet padding into her throbbing clit. “Daaaaaaaaaaaddd-OHHH!” she cried out, a wave of a different sort ripping through her. Her toes curled in and her cunt spasmed wildly as she came. The vibrator continued its devious work throughout, driving her into several more spastic convulsions before finally relenting. She lay back on the floor, breathing hard. Her head lolled to the side and she closed her eyes, uncaring of the delirious grin painted across her face. Maybe being a baby wasn’t so bad after all.
Author’s note: Don’t worry. No littles were endangered in this work! It’s unsafe to leave your little one unsupervised with no way to talk to you. The Daddy in this story had a nanny cam set up in the room and connected to his computer to keep an eye and ear on his little stinker despite the headphones. (It’s how he knew she was up to nefarious work, lol).
P.S - Apologies for all the typos. I’m extremely busy at the moment and didn’t have time to proofread this before posting it. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.
Lockdown wardrobe.
This is a cute baby fursona!❤❤😁😁😘👶❤
i can't decide which i'd like better
to be slowly coaxed back into diapers, slowly being deprived of chances to go to the potty by my daddy and put into them as a precaution against my accidents first. every time i don't make it (which happens more and more, as i'm forced to drink more and allowed to go the potty less as time goes on) my daddy is soooo disappointed, he really thought i was bigger than i'm acting with all my accidents, and it's really his responsibility to put me back into the diapers i truly need. the more accidents i have, the more babyish he treats me, until finally, i'm nothing more than daddy's little baby, diapered 24/7 because i can't even tell when i'm starting to have an accident anymore, i don't have any control over that part of my body anymore. it's easier to just keep me dressed in a diaper only, maybe a t shirt, so daddy can always tell exactly how wet i am and when i need to be changed. there's always a paci gag on hand, in case i ever try to be a rebel and talk my way out of wearing my diapers, and locking plastic pants and restraints if i ever really try to be naughty and take my diaper off. on good days, when i don't complain about my diapers at all or use them just the right amount, daddy gives me an orgasm and maybe even big girl sex. because they are my diapers, right? for me, and me only, because i need them. because i'm daddy's little baby who still has accidents. i genuinely believe and know that i need my diapers or i have accidents.
or
to be absolutely and violently forced back into wearing diapers. i wake up one morning, stripped completely naked except for the giant thick diaper hugging my private parts. my hands are locked in mitts and tied to the bedposts, and my ankles are strapped into a spreader bar that's chained to the lower legs of the bed. as i wake and begin to struggle, my daddy approaches, trying to shush and calm me. a hollow paci gag is shoved in my mouth and fastened with a harness around my head, while daddy calmly explains that he's decided i need to be a baby again. headphones go over my ears, blocking out all noise and playing daddy's voice repeating a mantra for me over some babyish instrumental music. my head is propped up slightly and daddy lifts a bottle, pushing it through the hole in the gag and beginning to fill my mouth with warm milk (mixed with a nice cocktail of diuretics, laxatives, and muscle relaxers) and i have no option but to swallow it down. he'll feed me the same bottle every other hour, so i never go hungry and i never have a chance to stay dry. i'll get changes only when my diaper is bursting at the seams, and only after he's attached a vibrator to my diaper and forced me to have a orgasm in my soiled diaper. this happens every day until my mind relents, and he doesn't need to keep me tied anymore. i'm nothing more than daddy's baby, and my mind is blank and broken enough to dribble into my diapers constantly, and get aroused by diaper changes.
like how's a baby to decide???
I choose scenario #1 because the gradual regression thing is sooo much more blushy to me... and I love it 🙈🙊
Ooo I love both!!! Depends on what mood I’m in or should I say what mood my dom is in 😉
Decisions
Choice #2 for me!
So I really have a thing for potty training charts 🍼
Except I like when they help me with my un-potty training 🙈
So I made one quick with an idea I had...
Rules so simple even a baby can understand 😊
- The goal for the baby, is to fill the board as fast as possible. All to get to cum as often as possible. No touching while potty training without permission though. (Punishment below.)
- Only 1 star at a time. You can't earn more then one star per diaper or change. If you have a wet and messy diaper, you only get a messy star 🤎. (Or if your caregiver feels mean, just a soggy star 💙 or just changing star 💜.)
- When you fill a row of stars, you get one star of the next row without the action required. I.e. 5 soggy diaper stars 💙 equal 1 messy diaper star 🤎.
- When fill the final row of dirty morning diaper stars 💚, you get to cum one time however your caregiver deems appropriate. They make the rules after all 🥰.
- If you cum without permission you lose 1 star in every row for every offense. If you fill the whole row of 5, you wipe the board and start again. But this time, with chastity until you finish 😘.
Thats about it! Its meant to be doable, but difficult. If you guys like stuff like this, I can try to make more. Just let me know 😊. Happy potty training 🥰.
