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a boy's world: Welcome Home, Big Boy

The airport was busier than Lukas remembered. He dragged his suitcase through the crowd, scanning for a familiar face. Six months in Iceland, a place where men were still treated like adults, had felt like a dream. He had missed home, but not the creeping regression that had taken hold of his friends.

And then he saw them.

Adam stood near the arrivals gate, bouncing on his toes, his hands clutching a stuffed dinosaur. He wore nothing but a bright blue t-shirt and a thick, crinkling diaper, the padding sagging slightly between his legs. His expression was blank, his mouth slightly open, a pacifier clipped to his shirt. Beside him, Rebecca stood with her arms crossed, a fond smile playing on her lips. She wore a simple blouse and jeans, her posture relaxed but authoritative.

Lukas froze.

The last time he had seen Adam, his roommate had been wearing pull-ups, hidden under pants, dry, and a source of quiet embarrassment. Now, Adam looked like a toddler, unashamed, unburdened by the weight of adulthood.

Rebecca noticed Lukas first. She waved, her smile widening. "Welcome back. I see you’re still trying to be a big boy."

Adam’s head snapped toward the sound of her voice, his eyes lighting up. He let out a happy squeal and waddled forward, his diaper crinkling with every step. "Lulu!" he cooed, the nickname he used to call Lukas when they were kids.

Lukas swallowed hard. "Hey, Adam."

Adam didn’t respond with words. Instead, he grabbed Lukas’ hand and tugged, his grip surprisingly strong. "Mommy, Lulu’s home!"

Rebecca chuckled, stepping forward to give Lukas a hug. "I see you’re still in your big boy underwear."

Lukas felt his face heat up. He glanced down at his jeans, then back at Adam, who was now pressing his face into Lukas’ side, his diaper rustling loudly. "Yeah, uh, they don’t really do the whole regression thing in Iceland."

Rebecca’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "No, I suppose they don’t. But you’re home now."

The car ride back to their shared apartment was surreal. Adam sat in the backseat, his diaper crinkling every time he shifted, his pacifier bobbing as he hummed to himself. Lukas sat stiffly in the passenger seat, hyper-aware of the contrast between them. Rebecca drove.

"You’ll have to get used to it," Rebecca said, glancing at Lukas. "most boys have accepted their fate."

Lukas risked a glance at Adam, who was now sucking on his pacifier, his eyes half-lidded. "He didn’t really have a choice, did he?"

Rebecca’s smile didn’t waver. "Of course he did. But why would anyone choose to struggle when they can just relax and let someone else take care of them?" She reached into her bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "Speaking of which, there’s a petition going around campus. They want to remove all the toilets from the male dorms, replace them with changing rooms. Adam signed it this morning."

Adam clapped his hands, his diaper squishing with the movement. "More changing rooms! Yay!"

Lukas stared at the petition, then at Adam. "He signed it?"

Rebecca nodded. "Enthusiastically. He said it’s about time."

Lukas didn’t know how to respond. He turned back to the window, watching the city pass by. It was the same place he had left, but it felt foreign now.

Back at the apartment, Lukas dropped his bags in his room and took a deep breath. He could hear Rebecca in the living room, her voice soft and patient as she talked to Adam. Curiosity got the better of him, and he crept to the doorway.

Adam was lying on the floor, his t-shirt ridden up, his diaper fully exposed. Rebecca knelt beside him, her hands deftly unfastening the tabs. The diaper was sagging, the padding thick and swollen. Lukas’ stomach twisted as Rebecca lifted Adam’s hips and slid the diaper out from under him. The scent of urine filled the air, but Adam didn’t react. He just lay there, his expression peacefull, his hands clutching his stuffed dinosaur.

Rebecca cleaned him up with practiced ease, her movements gentle but efficient. "Such a good boy," she murmured, sprinkling powder onto his skin. "Mommy’s so proud of you."

Adam giggled, kicking his legs slightly. "Love you, Mommy."

Rebecca leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Love you too, baby."

Lukas backed away, his heart pounding. He had known things had changed, but seeing it his best friend getting changed was something else.

Later that evening, Lukas sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Adam was on the floor, playing with a set of blocks, his diaper crinkling with every movement. Rebecca sat beside Lukas, her leg pressed against his.

"You know," she said casually, "Adam fought it for a long time. But once he let go, he was so much happier."

Lukas didn’t look up. "I’m not sure it’s for me."

Rebecca reached over and plucked his phone from his hands, setting it aside. "You don’t have to decide right now. But you’re home, Lukas. And things are different here." She gestured to the petition on the coffee table. "The world is changing. Even if you don’t want to admit it."

Adam crawled over to them, his diaper rustling. He climbed onto the couch and snuggled against Lukas, his head resting on his shoulder. Lukas stiffened, but Adam just sighed contentedly.

Rebecca smiled. "See? He likes having you back."

Lukas looked down at Adam, then at Rebecca. "What if I don’t want to change?"

Rebecca’s smile softened. "Then you’ll be the odd one out. But you’re welcome to try, if you ever want to. Adam can show you how nice it is."

Adam looked up at Lukas, his eyes wide and trusting. "Lulu try? Please?"

Lukas exhaled, his resolve wavering. "I... I’ll think about it."

mads-the-dog

Unconventional Caregiver Prompty Prompt!

✨Your boyfriend/Daddy’s brother✨

It might not sound suuuper unconventional, but this scenario came to mind 🙈:

A month ago your boyfriend decided to reveal to his entire family the truth of your relationship and your dynamic - how he was your Daddy now and how for the past year you’d been completely living as a 2 year old baby behind closed doors.

Very reluctant at first, they’ve been trying to accept it the best they can and slowly but surely, though a bit clumsily, adapting to treating you as such.

One day your Daddy is called in to the office on an emergency and your usual babysitter isn’t available. So he asks his brother whose apartment is on the way if he can ‘babysit’ you for a couple of hours.

I just imagine this little scene of your ‘Uncle’ having to change a fully loaded diaper and being like “Ugh… I don’t know how my brother does this”

- An Anon Baby still trying to accept his AB/DL side

Oh, sweet baby boy, thank you so much for being brave enough to send me an ask! I really hope you come to cherish and love that little AB/DL kernel in your heart!

Also, this prompt hits the nail right on the head for unconventional caregivers! You also provide such good background! Plus, you get a 10/10 for formatting!

As a reward, you get three virtual diaper pats and a story that hopefully lives up to the prompt.

padded-sugarskull

💛💛💛

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robin-abdl

ATTENTION ANYONE WHO WEARS DIAPERS‼️ (Diaper fluffing tutorial)

It seems like a lot of people in the abdl community don’t know about diaper fluffing, so I thought I’d make a quick tutorial! If you’re not sure what diaper fluffing is, it’s basically breaking up the fibers in your diaper to let air in, and make them thicker and more comfortable! Diapers are packed SUUUPER tight to make shipping cheaper, so your diapers won’t come out of the package as fluffy as they should be! Here’s how you do it

Step 1: Unfold your diaper all the way (pretty easy)

Step 2: Fold your diaper in half hotdog style, then gently pull your hands in opposite directions up and down the fold you made. You should feel the material giving a little as you do this. BE CAREFUL AND DON’T RIP THE DIAPER

Step 3: Unfold your diaper, and do the same thing to the inside, gently pulling your hands apart

Step 4: Voilà! Fluffed and ready to go!

Here’s a picture of the diaper I fluffed next to one right out of the package

The difference is really amazing! Hope this helps you guys! Stay dry 💖

Edit: Send me a message if you had a problem or something. I tried to make the directions as clear as possible but I’m always here to help!

robin-abdl

Also here’s this for anyone who hasn’t seen it! Diaper fluffing is super cool if you haven’t tried it

abmikey

After days of holiday eating this boy woke up with a VERY full diaper. Just going to have to lay here and wait for a daddy or big bro to come change me. Hope I don’t have to wait too long.

littledayvee

You’re sitting in the living room playing the PlayStation with your best friend when I shyly approach you, diaper in hand.

“Mom says you need to change me.”

Your best friend laughs and looks at you. “Dude, it smells like your brother took a major dump in his pants!”

You pause the game and grimace, pulling me toward you and peeking down the back of my diaper. “UGH!! Did you SIT in it?!” Before I can reply, you turn me around with one swift motion and deliver a fierce, open-palmed swat directly on the seat of my full diaper.”

“Stop it!” I whine.

You take the diaper from my hand. “Why? Your ass is already covered in your own CRAP, Dayvee! Go get the wipes!”

I feel myself turning bright red as your best friend grins while watching the spectacle before him. “Change me in my room.”

You snap your fingers and point. “Go get the wipes RIGHT NOW or you’re staying in your filthy diaper for the rest of the day!” You turn me around and give me two more swats before I waddle to my room to get wipes and powder.

Your best friend gives an incredulous chuckle as I come back, shamefully holding powder and a big pack of baby wipes. “Dude... I can’t believe your brother still wears diapers. Does he ever use the toilet?!”

You take the wipes and powder from me and set them aside. “Nope! He just stands there and pees and craps on himself! My mom got tired of him crapping in his underwear like a damn toddler, so we just keep him in diapers.”

Your best friend’s eyes grow larger. “And he just takes a dump in his pants and SITS in it?!”

You nod while laying the changing mat on the floor. “Yup! If we don’t catch him quickly enough after he poops, he just sits and squishes it around in his diaper!”

He laughs hard. “Aw man! That is so GROSS!”

You nod emphatically. “It IS gross! He’s like a damn baby!”

I stomp my foot. “Don’t change me here!!”

You pull me towards you. “If you’re going to crap in a diaper like a little baby, I’m going to change you RIGHT HERE like a little baby! Maybe if you get embarrassed by other people seeing what you do in your pants, maybe you’ll stop doing it! Now, get on the mat!”

I whine and start sniffling as I drop down to the mat and lie down on my back. You untape my diaper and open it up, causing me to whine in humiliation.

Your best friend laughs again. “Oh my gosh, dude!! That is a seriously dirty diaper! He smashed a monster dump in there!”

You give my bottom a hard swipe with the diaper. “He does this all the time. It drives my mom up the damn wall when she catches him sitting in it and smashing it around. She went ballistic the last time he did it! Squished it around so much that it came out of his diaper and destroyed his jeans!”

Your friend is cracking up at this point as hot shame overcomes my face. I feel you giving hard swipes to my bottom with the cold baby wipes before you toss them into the dirty diaper.

“Don’t talk about me!!” I whine and cover my face.

You laugh as you slide the clean diaper under me. “Awww, is the baby embarrassed that we’re talking about his poopy pampers??! Well, too damn bad! Maybe someone will start using the TOILET like he’s supposed to do!” You sprinkle powder on me and pull the diaper up over me.

Your best friend chuckles. “Don’t worry, little guy. My baby nephew gets changed by me all the time.”

You grin. “Maybe next time you can change my baby brother!” You tape up my diaper and begin rolling up the dirty one. I wipe the angry tears away from my eyes before you hand the stinky package to me. “Now, be a good boy and throw this in your diaper pail. And you better not crap yourself for the rest of the night or you’ll be sleeping in your warm, squishy mess, understand?”

I sniffle and nod before shamefully waddling to my nursery.

dom-wolf

Neglect of a Little

It doesn’t take much to make a girl feel invisible, especially one so delicate as a baby girl. Little space can be an overwhelmingly powerful state of mind for some littles. And not being able to comfortably express an inner child is often all it takes to cause great frustration and even depression in a little’s life. It takes a Daddy Dom’s constant attention and praise to keep a little feeling both wanted and appreciated. Just like an actual child a little’s heart is very sensitive to her Dominant’s reactions. For some baby girls all it takes is a stern look from Daddy to bring her to tears and make her feel incredibly guilty even if she did nothing wrong.

Proper attention is absolutely necessary to keep a baby girl happy and healthy. Without it she dwindles. Her playful attitude vanishes and her little side fades away. When completely ignored a baby girl commits to all manners of behavior, both good and bad, in a desperate attempt to get the attention she so badly needs. This often leads to unnecessary discipline and punishment from her Dominant that further compounds the issue. Littles are often viewed as “needy” but this is not the case at all. A little is merely craving the love and affection her heart desires. The purpose for having a D/s relationship is to form a bond with your lover that can’t be achieved through having a vanilla relationship. Making a baby girl feel guily for wanting this attention is one of the most redundant and destructive things a Dominant can do. But even worse than that is when a Dominant actually shuns and abandons a little for wanting closeness. This can devastate a baby girl. It often leads to depression and self-harm for many littles. No one deserves to be treated like a burden. Pain and suffering can often cause a baby girl to enter into regression. And feeling alone, unloved, and unwanted is an utterly awful thing to have to go through while in little space. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.

So please be good to your baby girl. They’re the most precious and wonderful creation you’ll ever know. Each and every little is absolutely worthy of the all the love and affection a man can give. It makes them shine brightly, beautiful, and strong. Give them the tenderest of care.

A baby girl deserves nothing less.

~ Dom Wolf

padded-sugarskull

THIS APPLIES TO BABY BOYS / MALE LITTLES AS WELL!!! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

thegayfleet

You can quote me on that.

drinkyourjuiceshelby

padded-sugarskull

The legally blonde photo at the end is just too accurate...

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padded-sugarskull

How I want to be kept always

enigmaboy

Back by popular demand: my thoroughly humiliating, utterly embarrassing video confessional. Enjoy.

lilscruff

I love this video. Its kinda hot listening to you spill all your diaperboy secrets.

totallydiapers

This *is* kinda hot watching this confession. Mine would be pretty similar if I ever made a video like this!

mrsuperbaby-deactivated20220317

Waking up at Teddycon

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Looking down at my diapers always makes me think about the boy I’ve become. I think about my training and what I’ve learned. I think about who I was before and who I am now. Drool drops down from my pacifier after a while and I stare at the bulk of my diapers that have come to be the normal outline of my crotch. I think about my boy bits tucked inside and can’t remember the last time I tried to be a top or a big boy. About how I’ll never be like that again, living my new life where my boy bits are left to sit in wet padding while I learn the difference between me and big boys. I think about how I’ll probably be like this forever because daddy says that being back in diapers is the best thing for me. I think about how I’m becoming more dependent on my diapers the longer I’m kept in them. I think about how I get put in extra thick nighttime combinations of disposable and cloth diapers and plastic pants because I’m a heavy wetter and need 3 layers to keep my sheets dry. Knowing that for me to be undressed in front of anyone at anytime for diaper checks and changes is innocent for me and a normal routine part of my everyday life. About how waking up every morning to being undressed or halfway through my diaper change sets the tone of my day. All day every day revolves around being a diaperboy and I’m so accustomed to it now that I can’t envision life another way.

I don’t see myself as a big boy anymore. I see myself dressed in my clothes, diapered and drooling from a pacifier and see myself as a little boy. A little boy who needs his daddy in charge. Everyone else sees me and thinks the same. I’m known and expected to be in diapers and probably wet. Constant pats on my padded butt and comments about how cute I look. Random diaper checks and getting changed when daddy says. Doing what daddy says to do and learning that Diaperboys have nothing to be embarrassed about. Being dressed and undressed 5 or 6 times a day and coming to understand that being seen on your back, feet held in the air and your boy bits on display to be wiped down and baby powdered to get a fresh and dry diaper back on you is just a normal part of your daily routine. Coming to accept that you’re in diapers because daddy was right, you really do belong in them and they are what’s best for you.

I see myself as a boy who’s just as he belongs. A boy who’s happy to sit on the floor, drool through his pacifier, admire his diapers bulk and the colorful printed baby clothes he wears. I can’t see myself being a big boy or being out of diapers anymore. I only see a little boy in diapers and that’s all others see too.

I had a lot taken away at first when I was put back in diapers but I’ve gotten a lot back. Just in other things, and they’re better. I’m a natural submissive but I was hard to train and daddy knew it. He knew that diapers would work and made the decision to start and follow through on using it to train me to be the best boy I can be. Diaper discipline to train stubborn boys really works and I’m proud to be the boy that gets it

Thanks, daddy.

Your boy.

totallydiapers

Thanks Daddy

💖😇💘

abmikey

Mikey’s Guide to Unpotty Training

My Guide to Unpotty Training

Today I want to share the tricks and tips I used to unpotty train myself. Keep in mind that some things will being to work almost immediately (3-4 days), while others will take weeks, months or even years.

So if you are ready to be a diaper wearing little boy like me, here’s how to start.

1) Make the commitment. From here onwards you will only wear diapers. When I made this decision myself years ago I opened my dresser drawer and took out all of cartoon briefs and tightie whities (I never did wear “big boy” underwear). I then took my scissors and cut up my underoes so all I was left with was a pile of cotton rags. I quickly got myself padded up before I could change my mind, put on some pants and took my destroyed underwear to the trash, telling myself that I will NEVER wear underwear again.

2. From here onwards you can only wear diapers at all times. Regardless of where you are or what the occasion, unpotty training requires you to wear diapers at all times, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. The moment you put on that big boy underwear and use that potty all that training you did will be destroyed. It takes a great degree of effort to convince your body that it is okay to just let go whenever and wherever. Potty training and all those years of using the potty have created a very strong learned behaviour.

3). Drink lots of water and juice throughout the day, this will keep you bladder full and make it much easier to practice uncontrolled wetting. It is also important to drink two bottles of juice or water within one hour of bedtime. This will help ensure you have to wet throughout the night.

4) Now for the unpotty training. Wet as soon as you feel it, DO NOT hold it. You want to train you body to just “release” on its on. I repeat NEVER HOLD IT. By holding it you are strengthening the bladder, rather then weakening it. It’s a muscle that needs training, so ensure you are constantly training it to relax. It is not initially possible to “ignore” the conscious awareness of needing to wet, but by telling yourself to relax and “let it happen” you will find your subconscious, the part that actually keep your from wetting yourself and controls the autonomous behaviour responses, will begin to accept and adopt the new patterns and responses until you do just void unconsciously. A few days to a week of unconscious natural voiding and you will be wetting and messing just like a little baby. Continue rewarding yourself mentally for being such a good baby, and wetting and messing yourself naturally and easily, and you will never feel ashamed or humiliated or embarrassed about what you now can do. Unpotty training is a combination of both physical and mental training.

5) Night-time wetting will take FOREVER. So have patience. Go to bed every night with a full bladder. Falling asleep with a bottle or sippy cup of water works great. Since you went to bed with a full bladder you will likely wake up and at some point and need to pee. Try to picture yourself remaining asleep as you wet, and “pretend” you are still sleeping. After you wet your diaper, relax again, and picture this happening while you sleep soundly, contentedly, and happily. Soon this is exactly how it will happen. It may take a few months [my experience] for you to sleep soundly through the night, and to wet naturally in your sleep. You may find yourself waking a while after you have wet, or just as you are wetting, but ignore it, and keep your eyes closed and fall back asleep. Remind yourself how wonderful it feels and fall asleep sucking your pacifier and hugging your teddy bear.

6) Remember what you are doing is potty training in reverse, so have patience. It took time to become potty trained in the first place and more important it is something you have been doing for decades, so it will take patience and time to unpotty train. Continue to reward and reinforce the “good, nice” sensations of wetting (and messing) and you will soon teach your body that it is okay to be a diaper boy.

And this here is how I became diaper dependent. But I have some bad news. Potty training is like learning to ride a bicycle, it’s something you never forget. In your subconscious you will still have that “potty training”, but this is a way to override that training and enjoying being in diapers 24/7. If you want something that is 100% effective surgery or a catheter is the only way to go. But for this little boy it’s 100% natural unpotty training for now.

possessivelaufeyson

So someone said to me that you can never meet a good person off the Internet. I want to prove them wrong. Reblog if you've met someone from the Internet and they've turned out to be one of the best people to ever exist.

littlelockedotterbox

@sealittlebro

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@soggydiaperboy

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@keebler88

sandandglass

diaryofatransgenderwoman-deacti

I’ve posted about this before, but saw it on my dash today and had to reblog it… This segment (and it’s a whole lot more than just these statements, so go watch it if you haven’t already) remains (IMHO), to date, the single best, most straightforward, error free, in your face, and valuable piece of trans reporting/education in the entirety of mainstream media coverage. Once again, it’s a news satire show showing all the “real” news how it’s supposed to be done. Last Week Tonight with John Oliver is an absolute gift to the world. <3

Kaydee

tacomatransgenderwoman-deactiva

This never gets old to reblog

extrasad

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too.

martinawrites

this need to be on everyone’s blog

sleepybambi

this makes me think..

janoskipornhub-deactivated20150

God bless whoever wrote this.

ioanaslovesongs

im crying

phanscuddles

I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.