My ABDL Perspective

My thoughts, opinions, and feelings on life as an ABDL.

[princescribbler]

Teases to Put Your ABDL Partner Into Littlespace

Just a few ideas of teases, jokes, taunts, and exciting promises to your little one to make them as blushy, little, and regressive as possible.

"I love you, too... but I still think you need to stay little a bit longer. Don't worry, I'll take care of you, little one!"

"Aww, you LOVE being mine, don't you? Come on, you can tell me."

"Who's my good little baby, huh? Is it you? Who's my blushing baby, hmm?" (Extra points if you peel their hands back when they cover their face)

"Well, I think my little angel might need a diaper bag, hmm? Are you big enough to hold it, or should i?"

"That's ok baby, I know you can't handle all those big adult things. That's why I made you my little baby again, isn't it, huh?"

"I love you, but I don't think you're ready to be big quite yet.. maybe if you're very, very good I can give you a shot at pullups... but not quite yet!"

"Does somebody need a trip over my lap? Somebody just needs a spanking to know how to be good for me?"

"Awww, you don't like being babied? But you seem VERY excited down here..."

"Hey hey hey, hands off unless you need mittens! Maybe you need those hands protected..."

"What, do you get EMBARRASSED thinking people can see you be my cute baby? Huh? Well... good. I love when my sweetie is nice and blushy!"

"I just love how cute you look when you're feeling nice and snuggly"

"We should get dinner somewhere nice. Do you need extra layers, or do you think you can hold your potty like a big girl/ big boy?"

"Now honey: I know you want to be big, but I'm just not sure yet. Don't you just love your stuffies, and being a good little one? Hmm? Exactly! No more of that silly 'big boy/girl' talk"

"Awww, i just love seeing you so cute and baby brained!"

"Well SOMEBODY needs an early bedtime... and I don't think it's the (big girl/big boy), or the (mommy/daddy), do you?"

"I just love how SWEET you are when you're all little and needy for me. I might have to keep you this way..."

"I just love it when you get all cute and blushy for me baby. Come on... show me those cute blushy cheeks! There they are!!"

"Awww, you LOVE it when I talk all cute and condescending, don't you little cutie?"

"Please, now, come along or do I need to show all these nice people what it looks like when you get a spanking, huh?"

"Good baby: I love finding you already nice and little for me!"

"Awww, is somebody blushing? Come on, you don't need to hide from me!"

"Oh silly, nobody cares that you're a crinkle pants, and I'm sure nobody will notice anyhow!"

"Don't you want to be my good baby? Hmm? Or do you need a STRICTER caregiver, huh?"

"Are you wet again already? Really? Did somebody go potty in their diapee, huh?"

"Well who could have known: a Wet diapee? I guess I was right to keep you nicely padded, wasn't I sweetheart?"

"Nobody will care, baby: you just let me worry about that, no reason for babies to worry!"

"Seems like SOMEONE really enjoys being my helpless little crinklebutt, huh?"

"Aww, don't hide that face! I need to see you being all flustered and cute!"

"Nope nope nope! We can't possibly leave until you've used the potty, and shown me your nicely wanted hands, little one!"

I'll add more as they jump to mind, but feel free to add your own and your favorites!

And as always, stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky!!

[minxtress]

💜 Every good boy deserves nipples to suck and nibble on to sooth them and make them forget about their worries 💜

[paddedlittleparadise]

Warm sun. Brilliant fall leaves. The road flashing by in a blur of color. The tires humming gently beneath us. I blink sleepily as another wave of drowsiness washes over me. Here in the passenger seat, next to the woman I’m privileged to know as Mommy, life is good. Life is great, actually. Vacation was wonderful, and now - well, we get to head home to our own little apartment that’s waiting for us…

“Hey there, buddy,” Mommy smiles over at me. “You doing okay?” I nod and wiggle contentedly in my seat, feeling the soft layers beneath me rustle and yield under my weight. “Uh-huh,” I mumble, suddenly aware of the pacifier I’ve been unconsciously nursing for…well, basically since we left the hotel. “You’re looking a little sleepy there,” Mommy observes kindly, her hand slipping from the gear shifter to my corduroy-covered knee. “And I know you probably want a little nap, honey, but I really think you should try to stay awake. Do you know why that is?”

I ponder, slipping my pacifier out so she can better understand me. “Is it ‘cause I might have a sleepy time assident?” Yes, I’m an adult, with a degree and everything. I know how to talk - in three languages. But in this moment, safe and secure in Mommy’s company, I can be whatever age I want to be. And right now, I’m back in my beloved two-year-old state, a querulous Little toddler who needs Mommy to explain everything for him. And so, knowing this, she chuckles. “Oh, sweetie, that’s definitely going to happen, whether you’re awake or asleep. Remember how well you’ve been doing with your diaper training lately?”

She flicks her turn signal to pass, and my Little’s attention span is momentarily distracted by the rumble of a giant semi truck slipping backwards right outside my window. Wow, it’s big! Once it’s gone, I return my attention to Mommy’s question. “Uh-huh?” I venture, having essentially forgotten what she just asked. But of course she can tell. “You’ve been doing super well with your diaper training, honey!” she enthuses, her free hand patting the telltale bulging crotch of my overalls. “So well, in fact, that Mommy had to make up that special, cute little seat cover there just for you. Remember?” I nod, hearing anew the soft, plasticky crinkle of the waterproof liner beneath my padded bum. Mommy really was good with her hands. I had watched her sew it herself just a few weeks ago: cutting up a plastic mattress protector, fitting it to our car seat, adding a cute layer of brightly colored fabric over it…making it for me and me alone.

She laughs and pats my knee again. “No, thanks to your seat cover and that super cute dipie you’ve got on, honey, we don’t need to worry about any accidents at all anymore. Good baby boys like you are supposed to make happy little peepees in their diapers, after all!” I nod, a blush creeping up over my cheeks. I may be mostly in littlespace, but even there I can feel the sweet, gentle humiliation that Mommy loves to deal out…and that I love to receive.

“Anyway, the real reason you need to stay awake, buddy, is that I need you to be nice and sleepy for me when we get home tonight. You don’t want to be all rested and energetic and bouncy when you’re supposed to be sleeping back in your cute little crib, are you?” I shake my head instinctively. Of course it isn’t a real crib - just a four-poster bed with baby gates and mesh around it - but still it’s my bed, and Mommy and I can call it whatever we want. Oh, I do like the idea of crawling into my crib tonight for the first time in a week: feeling Mommy tuck me in, patting my bulky, double-diapered butt and kissing me goodnight…

“So why don’t we put on some music to keep you awake?” Mommy asks brightly, carefully fiddling with the touchscreen on the dash. “I think I know just the song, too…” And then, as I stare quietly out the window at the blazing autumn colors, I hear the stereo murmur to life: not with one of the little kids’ songs I love, or a quiet lullaby, or even one of our favorite kink podcasts. Oh, Mommy… This one is the very special song that Mommy played me once, years ago, soon after I had first dared to tell her about the tiny little boy inside me that wanted out so badly…

“I’ll walk in the rain by your side, I’ll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand I’ll do anything to help you understand, I’ll love you more than anybody can…”

I smile behind the pacifier that has somehow found its way back into my mouth, feeling a pricking of sudden, grateful tears. I’m always more emotional as a Little, but even outside of that vulnerable headspace this would still get me - every time.

“And the wind will whisper your name to me, little birds will sing along in time The leaves will bow down when you walk by, and morning bells will chime…”

Mommy sings along softly - not all that melodiously, admittedly - but to my ears it’s the best music in the entire world. And as she beams warmly at me, I nod and grasp her hand in a burst of joyful gratitude. “Fank you, Mommy,” I lisp through my binkie, blinking back the happy tears that come every time I think of how incredibly wonderful and loving and accepting she is to me. “Fank you tho mush…”

You see, we’re traveling together, Mommy and me. We’re a little quirky, it’s true. But somehow I don’t think either of us could ask for a better companion. 

[mommybear98]

She's Mommy

She’s mommy because she can handle me at my weakest.

She’s mommy because she picks up on things I don’t even realize I’m conveying.

She’s mommy because she can calm me when my world is a mess.

She’s mommy because she knows the things I’ve never told anyone and still finds away to love me.

She’s mommy because she saw potential in me when I barely saw potential in myself and for that I will forever be grateful, Love you Mommy

[mommys-little-baby-boy]

@mommy-forever

[ladyprincessmommy]

This made me smile

[little-panda-stitch]

Ways to make a little feel "extra little!"

Some ways for CG’s to make their little feel safe and less anxious; these make our hearts melt and make us feel loved and accepted!

- Calling us kiddo and other cute petnames - Diaper checks and hugs that are just sneaky diaper checks - Talking to us in third person (“Does somebody feel little?”, “I think somebody had an accident…”) - Playing with our plushies! Make them nuzzle and pounce us! - Making sure we have a paci and a stuffed animal before bed and telling us our plushie will keep us safe at night. - Noticing we dropped our paci or plushie during a nap and fixing it for us - A well timed hug after a diaper change - Inconspicuously making us feel little in public - Subtle reminders of why we are diapered - Telling us you are proud of us when we do something cute - Butt pats - Telling us we are too little for something - Telling us it’s “Time to get diapered for bed” and having us bring you the diaper bag/supplies - Kissing us goodnight - Reading us bedtime stories - Involving our plushies in storytime - Helping us cuddle our plushie - Raspberries on our tummy - Nose boops (during changes, when you tell us we are too little)

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[paddedlittleparadise]

Ideas for Supporting Your AB/DL Partner

Not into diapers or ageplay yourself, but want to make your AB/DL partner happy? Here are a few simple things you can try!

Pick out an outfit for them at bedtime so when they wake up they have to wear whatever you’ve chosen.

Use special terms of endearment. Ask what names they prefer, or simply experiment! Sometimes even a simple “good boy”, or “good baby” can make them melt.

Instead of letting them wear their special clothes or diapers whenever they want, set up a rule that they need to ask you first. It’s simple and quick - and it’s pretty fun to watch them blush and stammer trying to ask if they can put on a diaper!

Pick out a special “Little” item for them to wear. Like number one above, but this time add a onesie or diaper.

Ask them if they need to go potty - anytime, anywhere.

Casually put their pacifier in their mouth when they’re working or gaming or watching TV.

Cut up their food for them at meals.

Order for them at restaurants. Doesn’t have to be anything super childish - just that act alone can make them blush!

If your partner is padded up, give them plenty to drink. Remind them that you really wouldn’t want them to get dehydrated. Bonus points if you’re out in public and order them a giant beverage!

Pat their bum. If they’re padded, watch them melt and squirm at the sound of their own diaper. If they’re not, tease them about how strange it feels when that padding is missing!

Deliberately walk down the baby aisle with them while shopping. You don’t need to buy anything, but bonus points if you go slow and start examining the baby foods (or better yet, the diapers!).

Refer to underwear as “big boy/girl/kid pants.”

Ask if they need a sippy cup or bib if they ever happen to spill something while eating.

Get a warm washcloth and wipe their face with it after eating - even if they’re perfectly clean. Watch them melt!

Stop by the swings at the park, and if they’re empty, try them out. Heck, you’ll probably enjoy this one too!

Pat and stroke their head, especially if they like to ageplay. Littles are often very sensitive to touch when regressing, so that sensation combined with the caring and condescension it implies will likely bring them a lot of pleasure.

Give them a padded weekend; simply replace the underwear in their drawer with diapers. (Or even make them do it themselves!) Tell them they’ll get their underwear back once they’ve used those up.

Remind them how cute they are. Many age players can be intensely embarrassed of their appearance when wearing baby things, so communicating that you find them attractive can mean the world.

Encourage them to “use their words” when talking about what they want. Don’t expect them to wax eloquent on what they’re craving, though; it’s often embarrassing and hard to articulate these things. Be patient and listen.

Try talking to them in an enthusiastic, bright tone - just like you might talk to a three-year-old - and see if they like it.

Let them show you love in return. Maybe they’ll be embarrassed, or turned on, or both - but above all they’ll love you and be grateful for your acceptance. So if and when they try to return the favor by doing things for you, let them.

This is just a starter list, so feel free to add more in the comments! 😊

[bust-in-my-pants-deactivated202]

“Open up sweetie! I know you’re crying and making a big fuss in your soaking wet diaper, but before you know it I’ll have you in a fresh dry diaper. Then I’ll give you a bottle for you to wet yourself all over again because I know how much you love ‘mommy time’ and getting your diaper changed”

[rutabagabubblegum]

A perfect evening

All characters in this story are consenting adults well over the age of 18.

I’m in the bedroom with my LittleOne. The door is closed because baby boys are curious and I don’t want to be chasing him all over the house tonight. There’s a playmat on the floor with some stuffies and legos and other toys. My BabyBoy is playing quietly with his legos and it gives me a chance to do some ‘Mommy stuff’. I’m on the bed planning out the week on my iPad. As I start to fill in LittleOne’s chore chart I get a whiff of something stinky. Just a hint of it and it isn’t even enough to be sure what I smelled so I take another sniff of the air. Oh yes, I definitely smell poopies. Hoping I didn’t miss the whole show, I subtly glance over at my Babyboy. I can’t help but smile when I see him squatting and leaning on one of his toys for balance as he scrunches his face. It looks like this is quite a pushie and I make a mental note to make sure my littleguy eats some more fiber at his next meal. He is grunting and straining and struggling. Finally I see his diaper start bulging downward as I hear a big sigh. He takes in another big breath and bares down again. That’s when he notices me and catches my eye. Blushing, he diverts his gaze to the floor.

“Such a good boy” I coo wanting him to know this is what I want too.

He shyly smiles at me as he finishes his poopie with a big groan. He turns and goes back to playing. I can’t help but feel bad. My poor baby must have had quite the tummy ache. He looks like he feels so much better. Maybe I need to be pushing more water sippys throughout the day along with his fiber.

“Hey sweetie? Can you please come here?”

“But I’m trying to build my castle mommy.” He whines.

“What did Mommy just ask?” I say, so he knows there is no getting out of this.

Immediately he comes over looking at the floor. I stand up from the bed and motion for him to turn around. I cup the bulge in the back of his diaper and give it a firm squeeze up agains his bum and his head instinctively falls backwards, his mouth open. I love how much he loves that.

I turn him around facing me and run my hand over the bulge in the front of his diaper before sliding my hand between his legs and reaching around again to his bum to press his messy bulge forward towards his balls. He whines about getting messy.

“Honey, you don’t need to worry about that. Mommy is here and I’m the one cleaning your messy bottom. Mommy wants a nice messy boy to clean.” I say and I see his apprehensions disappear as he lets himself truly experience his desires.

I turn him around once more and give him a firm smack right on his poopy bulge as he lets out an involuntary moan. I lay him on the bed on top of the changing mat. It takes every ounce of self control I have to not rip off the diaper and mount his cock but I want to do this right.

I slowly untape the diaper and peel off the front. But my desire gets the best of me. Seeing my man so regressed and allowing me to take care of such an intimate moment of his makes me so wet and wild. His cock is standing straight up practically pulsing.

“Babyboy, do you want mommy to ride your chubby?”

“Oh yes Mommy, please.” He begs

I climb on top of him and guide his thick cock into my dripping pussy. He may be my little boy but, he has the most perfectly exquisite cock of any man I have ever been with.

“That’s my boy.” I say as I ease down on his cock. God he feels so good.

“Does it feel good being in mommy’s kitty? You make mommy feel so good baby boy. You did such a good job making a poopy for mommy in your diapers.”

When I feel both me and him getting close I can’t help myself and the words spill out of my mouth. “Does it feel good fucking mommy on top of your diaper with your big poopy pressing up against your bottom? You are mommy’s dirty dirty boy. Mommy loves how naughty you are.”

“Mommy I can’t…I’m gonna”

“Cum in your poopies for mommy Baby”

And with that my man erupts into me and I explode in a furry of pleasure.

We catch our breath and I hop off him grabbing the wipes and cleaning myself before tending to him.

I make sure to tell him what a good boy he is and how happy he made me by using his diapers while I clean and wipe down every inch, crack, and crevice. I roll up the dirty diaper and put a clean one under him sprinkling powder and taping him up.

“How bout some cuddles?” I say “grab a stuffie while I put this in the trash and wash my hands”

I discard the dirty diaper in the pail and wash my hands. When I return my baby has his favorite bear stuffie and is waiting for me on the bed. Sucking his thumb.

“That’s my SweetBoy. Come here” I say as he cuddles close. I take out my breast so he can nurse and I know we will both fall asleep this way shortly.

“I love you StinkyBoy” I say as I kiss his head. And my baby instinctively squeezes my breast as he falls into dreamland.

[pitmommy1985]

This right here this is heaven!!!! This is the perfection

[matchewsstudio-deactivated20170]

I gripped the sheets tightly and sucked my thumb intensely. As I felt the headboard I knew my retreat was over and my surrender was about to begin. She gently pressed the front of my diaper with her finger which in turn caused some pee to escape. Within minutes I would soak myself in front of her proving that I really did need diapers. I couldn’t speak but I didn’t have too. Everything was clearly written on my face. I was her little diaper boy…I belonged to her…and she knew it.

[paddedlittleparadise]

“Let’s see. Now for some oatmeal… and some flour too. Whole wheat, for my baby’s fiber cookies.” Mommy spoke absently as she glanced down at her shopping list. “Doesn’t that sound yummy, honey?”

Oh, she was just rubbing it in now. Of course she knew she wouldn’t get an answer out of me. I drew in a sharp intake of breath, swallowing uncomfortably around the bulky, desiccating wad of cotton diaper fabric that filled my mouth. Even if I tried shouting my pent-up protests, all that would escape was a meek little murmur - scarcely even a moan. Believe me, I’d tried while we were in the car. But Mommy knew far too well how to gag a sub like me. I’d given her plenty of practice, after all. And so, what with our quarantine-induced bored and the sudden shift to face masks, it hadn’t been long before she’d dreamed up a sadistic, yet completely discreet new way to humiliate me…

I stared mutely back at her over the dark cloth mask that concealed my lower face. That was the key, you see; my poor gaping mouth could be jammed full of pretty much anything Mommy saw fit to insert. For once she tied that all-concealing mask over my face, literally no one was the wiser. It was just our dirty little secret, and no one else. Just like… the other things. The other little secrets also hidden away on my person at this very moment.

Mommy smiled brightly back at me as she hefted two bags of flour into the cart. “What, don’t you think that sounds yummy?” I nodded grudgingly, trying to glare in resentment even as I felt my subby little self melting with the delicious humiliation. “Good! Now, let’s see - we need lots more dried fruit to keep my little one regular…” And into the cart went a large bag of prunes and another of dried apricots, alongside the oatmeal and flaxseed. Uh oh, she really did seem to have a very messy week in store for me, didn’t she? Normally I would have protested, whining quietly like a bratty toddler for her to stop being so mean. But now, with this humiliating, yet strangely invisible gag stopping my mouth, all I could do was waddle behind, silently acquiescing to my own impending humiliation…

Oh, yes - waddle was the word for it. I winced as I felt my caged member vainly attempting to stiffen as I contemplated my predicament: stuff-gagged under my mask, thickly double-diapered under my jeans, and locked away to boot. And yet all this was happening in plain sight of perfectly ordinary, vanilla people. That was what made discreet humiliation so hot, I mused, even as I heaved a muffled little sigh and let another stream of pee flood out into the already soggy padding around my nether regions. I was bound and gagged almost as thoroughly as if I were chained in some leather-clad dominatrix’s dungeon, and yet none of these sweet little old ladies or store clerks had the slightest idea…

At least, so I hoped as I gamely followed Mommy toward the paper goods and medicine aisles. Double PeekABUs weren’t exactly the most discreet things, even if I did have my hoodie around my waist… Oh, no. Here came the diaper aisle - the haunt of my wildest fantasies when I was growing up, of course, though today I knew full well that Mommy would never venture to try something as flimsy as Goodnites or Depends on me, her “little fire hydrant”. But wait - why was she stopping?

“My baby wets so much!” she complained good-naturedly - and far more loudly than I was comfortable with - as she lifted a large pack of size 6 overnight Huggies into the cart. “I just hope these will do the trick.” Oh, my. We both knew a great deal about baby diapers and what good stuffers they made… and I also knew without her saying that I’d be busy this afternoon, perforating every single one of them with my own Wartenburg Wheel, readying them for use in my own already bulky diapers…

“And while we’re here…” she paused and consulted her list before turning to the rows of medicines behind her. “I really don’t want him to get plugged up.” My cheeks reddened as she winked at me and tossed a box of Ex-Lax and a jar of Metamucil in atop the Huggies. I could see it all coming. There would be such sweet condescension in her tone as she would fill my mouth once more - not with gags or pacifiers, but with spoon after spoon of laxative-laced oatmeal forced between my unwilling lips. I would squirm in my restraints and gurgle my ineffectual protests, but she would laugh and merrily keep tormenting me with her “kindness”. And no matter how hard I would try, she would win - and I, in my humiliatingly sodden, filthy diapers, would lose… so terribly, wonderfully badly.

For even as another flood of urine warmed my padded groin and I stared, blushing and mute, into Mommy’s dancing eyes, I knew deep down that I wouldn’t change my current situation for the world. I was Mommy’s plaything. I needed this, just as she needed me. And so, I nodded, mute and obedient - just the way I was meant to be.

[stepmotherdearest-deactivated20]

“I read through your journal and I know that this is what you’ve been craving sweetheart. Aww…Is my stepson blushing? Embarrassed that your stepmom found out that you have secretly wanted her to make you wear diapers and fuss over you? I know you’ve been wondering what it would all feel like; what it would be like to have me change you out of dirty pooh pooh diapers…You will get to experience everything you’ve been wishing for.”

[jamesmasn]

[stepmotherdearest-deactivated20]

Your stepmother called you over, seeing that you were watching her prepare the baby bottle through a crack in the door. She smiled at you as you walked over to her, your face blushing. You tried to make up an excuse and she cut you off.

“Shhh. It’s alright. No need to be embarrassed dear. I’ve already guessed that you have been curious about this all since the new baby came home… I’ve heard it’s only natural for step-siblings to be a little jealous of all the attention the newborn gets, even big boy adults.”

“Would you like to lay across my lap and try drinking from the bottle? Does that sound nice?… Now don’t blush, it’s only natural that you would be curious to try…”

“Good boy. Of course stepmommy doesn’t mind at all. But we do have to change you into a diaper first.”

[paddedlittleparadise]

I’m waiting, baby.

You know you want it. I see that look in your eyes: that mute craving, that groveling longing for someone to take complete control of you. I see you gulp, I watch your breath hitch as you tremble there before me. Your heart must be beating as wildly as a hummingbird’s wings: so titillated, and yet so ashamed and so terrified of the very ideas that titillate you…

You’re here because you answered my advertisement, of course. You want a Mommy, and you’re willing to do anything to have that experience - even if it means showing up at a complete stranger’s house and letting them know the basest and most humiliating desires in your naughty mind. You’ve come all this way. You see me standing here, ready and willing to fulfill your every fantasy.

So why are you still hesitating?

I can do exactly what you want, dear… and more. I know how to pull you in. I know just the right tone of voice to use as I order you to strip for me, just the right condescending smile to give you as you blush and obey. I know well how to tease you when those trembling fingers of yours fail even at the simple task of undoing the buttons of your shirt. I know how that, when I step in and unbutton them for you, you’ll feel that wave of helplessness and juvenile shame wash over you, stronger than ever before…

Oh, but that’s only the beginning, honey.

I’m sure you’ve fantasized about the rest of it thousands of times over. You can already see in your sordid little mind’s eye how you’ll lie down on the changing table for me… how you’ll look up and see Mommy smiling down on you… how she’ll take a gloriously thick diaper and slip it under your naked bottom… and how she’ll wrap you up in it, forcing your hardening little cock into abject obedience as she tapes you into a humiliating diaper - the garment that belongs to babies, and that will make you into a baby, too. You know all that, I’m sure, not least from having replayed it in your mind for all these years.

But do you know the rest?

Do you know exactly how those tingles of pleasure will sweep over you when Mommy pulls you, her naked little diaper baby, close against her? as she feeds you, and the angel-soft silk of her pretty dress brushes against your cheek? Can you imagine the warm glow of her full breast yielding as she pulls you even closer? Can any amount of fantasizing prepare you for the soul-tingling intimacy of these moments, or the rush of infantile memories that my gentle touch can trigger? Think about the heavenly scent of powder and milk and Mommy’s perfume mingling as, with mouth full and busily suckling, you breathe in through flaring nose the scent of infancy… of what it truly means to be Mommy’s baby. Can you sense that? Can any imagining even begin to do these heavenly moments justice?

No, baby. Of course not. How could you?

So come here now, little one. You want this, and I want this. I have more to give you than you can ever imagine, and it can all start right now. All you need to do is nod, and step forward, and let Mommy guide you into the paradise that waits for you…

Come to me, then, darling. Don’t be shy. Mommy only want to make you the happiest little baby on earth.

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[justabeautifulheart-deactivated]

[begoodformommy-deactivated20250]

✨Poor little baby... having to stay in that wet diaper the whole car ride. Mommy’s here to get you all cleaned up✨

[paddednappy]

He'd fantasized about it hundreds of times. Meeting a "Mummy" who would lay him on a changing mat, slip off his adult clothes and tape him into a deliciously thick disposable nappy. A humiliating nappy - the very object that defines a baby and now would define him for exactly what he was. A big baby.

He didn't realise she was going to make it so realistic though. When she suggested going for a walk he had no idea she'd be changing his nappy right here, in the open, next to the picnic tables at the local beauty spot. The shame was overwhelming, he tried to hide his face. Mummy had made him wet and dirty his nappy in the middle of the busy car park as soon as they'd arrived. That's what big babies do, don't they, she'd said as he waddled behind her down the wooded path. And as he laid there his little cock began to stiffen in its damp swollen confines, his mind torn between his sordid little fantasies and the humiliation of having his dirty little secret played out in front of a group of innocent onlookers.

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[babyxxangelxx-deactivated202211]

Stressful workweeks require lots of diaper time ☺️