OLIVEEYEDDADDY

OLIVE-EYED-DADDY Male, 34 - Nebraska - Straight - Single - Caregiver & Soft Daddy Dom. Occasional switch. This blog is intended to be NSFW/18+

[oliveeyeddaddy]

Not permanently deleting my account but logging out and reducing visibility. Will I be back? Only time will tell I guess. But you followers and those who appreciate my work are the best!! Thanks for the memories

[oliveeyeddaddy]

“I just think it’s funny that when my friends are telling me a story about how their girlfriend is “hot & wet” it usually culminates in them both orgasming.

However, if I was telling a story about you being “hot & wet” it would mean us coming back in from the outdoors so you can get some A/C, feeding you a bottle of something cold to drink, and changing that thick baby-print diaper you filled with your own piss”

[oliveeyeddaddy]

Happy Birthday Princess! I tell her as I lean down to kiss her forehead. She groggily wipes her eyes and smiles back at me, melting my heart.

“Thanks Daddy.”

“We have a big day today! Remember how I promised you we’d go out and let you pick out a new stuffie for your birthday?”

She smiles and nods as she squeezes Roots her Capybara plushie.

“I’m so excited Daddy!” she tells me as I’m pulling her infantile printed sheets down to expose an expectedly soggy, pee tinted overnight ABU diaper.

She blushes. Even though it’s the norm; she clearly still gets embarrassed by her genuine overnight accidents and the need for padded nights or a lot of laundry the next day.

“I got you a little something first though princess…”

I tell her as she grabs my hands with hers and I pull her to her feet.

“Yay!!”

“Now close your eyes and I’ll take you to your special birthday present!”

She’s clearly exhilarated, but hesitates a little, “Can you change me first, Daddy?”

It’s a fair question, but changing her now would spoil the big surprise.

“I promise I will change you in a bit, my little birthday angel”

“OKAY DADDY!” She yells excitedly as her hands go up to cover her eyes.

My hand goes onto her back, slowly moving from the cute frilly pajama top she’s wearing down to her diaper that’s sagging a bit from what may be more than one overnight wetting.

I pushed against her squishy bottom, guiding her out of her bedroom and through the hallway into the living room.

“Can I open yet Daddy?” She asks with anticipation building, her hands still childishly placed over her eyes.

I smirk maliciously. “Of course baby!”

She does and her beautiful smile slowly fades as her surroundings come into focus. She’s then greeted by “SURPRISE!” from all sides, aggressively pulling her into the reality of her environment.

Our friends blow their noisemakers and the room erupts into laughter, points, and mocking baby noises and actions.

I put on her adorable sash that I got her with “Birthday Baby” scrawled across it in childish letters.

She’s still frozen in some combination of shame, shock and utter humiliation.

A familiar noise can likely only be heard by her and I as continues standing there nearly statuesque. I can feel her giving off a tangible heat of embarrassment as her skin reddens.

By the time the sound fades, almost in unison, a bead of urine escapes her at-least-twice wet diaper and travels down her leg and a tear drop moves slowly down her cheek.

“Even though you’re a year older, now everyone here knows you haven’t really grown up at all! Not that I think they are suprised my little birthday bedwetter. If anything, still needing diapers at your new age just makes you a bigger diapered loser than before.”

I cruelly address her in front of the group, and then point to a changing mat I have laid out almost perfectly in middle of all the party goers.

“Oh yes, I promised you a change after your surprise” I whisper to her, gently nudging her forward.

She stumbles, finally somewhat pulling her out of her trance. “We have a lot more excitement still my darling. Gifts, your smash cake, games, and lots of pictures.”

“Before that though, look at your special birthday diaper!” I happily express to her as I point it out.

Sitting next to some baby powder and a few stuffed inserts is a thick, plain white, Northshore diaper. However, now decorated with colorful markered happy birthday statements from all her friends. I can see the how thrilled they all are to see her wearing their little messages.

I lay my little baby doll down and begin untaping her diaper, knowing the sound of those tapes is probably defeaning to her compared to the usual case.

“Your first change at x years old! Isn’t that exciting sweetie?” I mockingly tell her as I pull back another tape. “And it is a NEEDED one. You really maxed out your portable potty this time, birthday girl.”

She looks at me teary eyed, realizing this humiliation is going to continue for the foreseeable future. “Cheer up sweetie” I condescendingly tell her as pull back the final tapes.

“It’s your birthday. We should be celebrating!”

I pause, while pulling her soaked diaper from under her… and then start in “Happy Birthday, to you 🎵🎶”

And the entire audience for her birthday diaper change join in

“Happy Birthday, to you 🎵🎶”

Happy Birthday…. Little potty pants

Happy Birthday, to you….

[cookie-goodboy]

Admit it…

Just admit it… you don’t want grownup sex, and you never did. - you WANT to hump a stuffy

- you WANT to use the buzzy wand

- you WANT to rub your full diapers

- you WANT to be denied

Don’t pretend anyone is forcing you, you’re just getting what you really wanted all along

[oliveeyeddaddy]

Mama waterlily has a crush on youuuuuuuuu

Oh sounds Scandalous!

Well I must be doing something right :)

[oliveeyeddaddy]

do you ever make littles stay in their squishy diapers a little longer just ‘cause you know they’ll blush? asking for no reason at all 🙈🍼

Naturally.

If she didn’t want to have to sit in her thick squishy mess, smelling like pee and worried about leaking, maybe she should learn to be potty trained like a big girl.

Pathetic little potty pants’s reap what they sow.

[dl-goddess]

i will always be an advocate for diapers for more than just abdl/agere. having a secret and relatively clean way to make a girl piss herself in public? the humiliation of not just wearing diapers at *her* age, but wet diapers?

more people should know this

[oliveeyeddaddy]

Topical

[oliveeyeddaddy]

Amazing writing very hot. Curious what kind of girls are you into? I saw on your fet page you said you had never told any of your past gf’s, do you think that would change in the future?

Thank you :) I’ve been on Tumblr since I was 18 and I wanted to contribute to the abdl community here in some way, plus it’s just fun doing these writings!

That’s a great question! I have found the older you get the less you care about what others think and the easier it is to accept yourself. And I think that trend is common for most individuals as I’ve seen several people in this community often say something similar. Your circle gets smaller, you have separation from work and personal life, everyone has more baggage, etc.

That’s a long winded way of saying yes, I’m more comfortable with this part of myself and it’s something I’d share with a future partner. Now it wouldn’t be a first or second date conversation 😅 I would absolutely still need to build up some trust. Unfortunately as most people know; someone outside of our kink, especially if they are vanilla, could misconstrue the ABDL side of things. So before I would discuss it with a partner I would, to the best I am able, believe they would be open to hearing me out and at the very least not judge me or think my interests are for anything underage. Gross.

More importantly, if I got to the point of wanting an engagement, I just don’t think it would be fair to my partner to ask them to spend the rest of their life with me if I was still holding onto something like that they didn’t know! Personally, I believe a sexual match is important for the long term success of a relationship, if you’re not compatible, that certainly going to provide issues down the road.

For me, it’s unlikely I will end up with someone who I know going into the relationship is into ABDL DD/LG (although I can always hope 😄) because I’m unwilling to relocate to say Denver or the coasts where there are much larger communities. And if I’m unwilling to locate, certainly not fair for someone I meet to expect them to do so, to NE of all places. But hey, ya never know.

Anon you also asked what kind of girls I’m into… but I’m already at a novel length so I’ll leave it at this for now: Cute, nerdy, diapers, monogamous, 21+, want kink and relationship, smart, not wanting a sugar daddy, will accept I’m slow to get comfortable with someone.

[oliveeyeddaddy]

“Of course you can wear some big girl panties today. I trust you to not have an accident while we are out running errands.”

“April Fools!”

“C’mon now. A little puddle producer like you would end up having an accident and embarrassing the both of us. I’d be the fool letting you out of diapers when you’re clearly not ready.

“Oh I’m sorry you didn’t find that joke funny sweetie, but considering what a joke your bladder control is I don’t really care.”

“Now waddle that little padded bottom to the car. I’ll let you put your overalls on once we get to our first stop, but for now I think I’d enjoy watching you crinkle around in just your diaper and a tshirt until we get to our first stop.”

[switchy-diaper-daddy]

🫠😮‍💨🤤

[mothergo0se]

You’re already wet, no sense in not emptying that tiny bladder of yours 🤭

We will get you cleaned up and in something more… absorbent 😘

[oliveeyeddaddy]

As I laid her on my bed, and slowly, sensually started undressing her; I could tell she was expecting an intimate adult moment. I could feel her body slowly shaking in anticipation. I could hear her slow, excited breaths. And I could see her body and her face slowly reddening.

After a teasingly long period of time, she laid there in nothing but a cute pair of cotton panties.

I pulled them off slowest of all, as she adjusted her body to assist as much as she could without changing her position. I held them up in my left hand, her eyes making contact and her anticipation clearly growing for whatever was to come next.

My right hand opened my night stand drawer, while I smiled and maintained eye contact with the beautiful toy laid bare across my bed.

My right arm lifted up, and a thick disposable ABDL diaper found its way into her line of sight. I watched with my own anticipation as her excitement drained from her face and changed to shock, then confusion and ultimately pure humiliation.

I lifted her panties up in my left hand, holding them by my pointer finger, and gave a little shake as I wiggled them.

“These are what adults wear. These are for women who can make it to the toilet without leaking. These are for women who can sleep through the night without waking up in a puddle. These are what someone who wants to be sexy and mature should be hiding under their clothes.”

“And these…” I lower my left hand and lift up the thick diaper, giving it a shake to make an audible crinkle, and making her squirm shamefully in return “are for big babies. These are for someone with the bladder of a child who don’t realize they need to go peepee until it’s too late. These are for potty training failures. These are for sleepy little girls who ruin their pajamas, sheets or mattresses unless they wear protection. These are what someone hides under loose fitting clothes, hoping nobody notices the bulk or crinkle, or the little waddle they do while they wear one.”

I gave her a moment of speechless realization to her current predicament. Then I spoke again.

“So, which one should you be wearing…”

She started to motion to the panties, but I moved them at equal speed away from her.

“Are you sure about that? I’m not sure your friends would agree. They told me you still have a bedwetting issue at your age. And not even just when you’ve been drinking. That doesn’t seem like someone who should be wearing these!”

I motioned the panties again before I dropped them on the ground. She went back to her original position on the bed, her face a look of defeat as I imagined some utterly embarassing bedwetting moments were grazing her memories.

“They also mentioned you have had a hard time keeping a boyfriend because of your… issues. That your previous boyfriend’s last straw was when he picked you and your friends up from the bar and you passed out on the way home. When you woke up it was to the giggles of your friends and the massive puddle in the seat of your boyfriend’s new truck. The relationship didn’t make it to the next day.”

“Does that sound like someone who should be wearing something other than this?”

I smiled, pushing the diaper slightly towards her.

“They told me another fun story at a concert. You went to the bathroom and came back a long while later. Everything seemed fine but on the ride home they could smell urine. You finally opened up that you peed your panties while in line. Since you were wearing a skirt, you figured you could hide it and nobody would be any wiser.”

At this point her face was apple red. She honestly may have been nearing tears. I picked up the panties and once again presented the option to her.

“So which one should you be in… panties? Or diapers?”

She hesitated, and motioned towards the diaper this time.

“That’s right. Something who’s as accident prone as you belongs in diapers. I’m not having you ruin anything here in my house.“

“But I need to hear you say it. I need you to own what your proper underwear should be.”

“Which one do you belong in, princess?”

She knew she had no option other than to admit the truth, and do what was being asked.

“I don’t belong in panties. I shouldn’t be wearing something so mature. I belong in diapers so I don’t make a mess if I have an accident or wet the bed.”

With that she rolled over, unable to make eye contact after forcing out those words.

“Good girl. That’s the right answer.” I grabbed her thigh and softly pulled her back to a flat on her back position. “Now let’s get you all padded up before bed, baby girl.”

[oliveeyeddaddy]

Dunno if this allowed, but do you post cumming [in diapers or not] encouragement? (>.<)

I mainly like to write short diaper related stories and posts. Would I consider one with this theme? Absolutely. But if you’re looking for engaging in this one on one it’s not something I would be interested in. Thanks for the ask!

[pisswitch04-deactivated20250518]

Pyjama shorts so short you can see her pull-up underneath reblog if you agree

[daddysdreamdollie]

Pee pee panty baby. I def need diapers I wet my panties, hope daddy doesn’t punish me too harshly

[oliveeyeddaddy]

“What do you mean you’re embarrassed? Sweetie, I don’t see how anyone could look at you and not think you are just the cutest little girl in the world.”

“You don’t want your friends seeing your diaper peeking out under your little dress? You don’t want them thinking you’re a big baby?”

“Oh Honey… Angel… I think it’s too late for that. I’m pretty sure they all already know that’s what you should be wearing.

“I can’t imagine you already forgot Layla’s wedding reception a few weeks ago? You had like what, maybe two drinks?, before having an accident. They literally had to have one of the staff come mop up the puddle. Even worse, I had leave in order to take you home because you were soaked and you could smell your wet dress and panties. That was mortifying for me, how could it not be for you? After that you’re gonna tell me they shouldn’t think you’re a baby? Or they would somehow be surprised seeing you in these cute baby print diapers? No, I think they will find this suits you.”

“They won’t even care anyway. They’re going to be gushing over this cute outfit I have you in. Your cute little pig tails. These frilly socks. These pink little shortalls with a skirt bottom and yes, a… noticeably… wet diaper peeking out.”

“You couldn’t stop me during this conversation to let me know you needed to use the little girl’s room? How on Earth are you going to tell me you don’t belong in diapers and outfits like these?”

“Princess after last time you should be happy I’m even letting you come instead of having to hire a babysitter for someone of your age. But no way am I having you humiliate the two of us again. And by the state of that diaper, without padding between your legs that would be very likely.

“Ok. We need to get going. Be sure you pack a fresh diaper before we go. I don’t think that one’s quite ready to be changed yet. Well… and maybe there’s a part of me that wants to assure my friends, and Layla most of all, that I’ve taken care of your little issues and that you’ll never do something like that again.”

[notformaintosee-deactivated2024]

“wet yourself”

“why?”

“i need an excuse to spank you”