21anni,napoli AiutoCuoco in settore ristorativo Videogamer ed appassionato di anime In questo profilo segnalero le cose ingiuste che vengono dette nei gruppi. E condividerò con tutti voi i miei pareri e le mie impressioni.
Amber took a long drag and stared up as the smoke lifted up toward the orange street light. A car approached but sped past. She checked her clock, it was 9:34 and she said she’d be there by 9:30. Another car didn't stop. Amber sighed and dropped the cigarette butt and stomped it out. Looking back towards the light before jolting at the sound of a horn.
“Amber!” A lilting voice called out as a door shut.
Maddie excitingly shuffled to her offering a big hug, wrapping around her to be face level with her tits. Amber was in her usual late night fit, baggy oversized shirt and running shorts. Maddy smelled of vanilla perfume and wore a tight black corduroy dress. Her tattoo sleeve, covered in various animals, was still cracking from newness. A purple duffel bag hung from her shoulder. She was a bit older than Amber expected and clearly had seen a thing or two.
“So this is your place ya?” She said looking back and forth at Amber’s sub-basement apartment.
Amber nodded along, fidgeting with her hands and avoiding eye contact as the two walked to the door.
“Hey Amber… I know it’s all a lot but don’t worry I’ve been exactly where you are. But you have me to help you move along better than I did!” Maddy stopped to say this, eyeing up the ball of nerves in front of her.
As the two stepped inside and Amber’s cat greeted them. Plopping down on the couch, Amber searched for small talk.
“So you know Dani from LA-“
“So what diapers have you been using?”
The two stared, trying to figure out who should answer first. Amber smiled gently.
“I know Dani thru LARP, my girlfriend does it and I watch most weeks. You know Dani thru kink stuff right?”
Amber swallowed, pausing to gain courage in front of this near-stranger.
“Yeah… yeah, Dani and I met through Shibari classes, I mentioned being into… ya know stuff… and she said she knew someone whose done it more…”
“Stuff?” Maddie called back, blinking to feign ignorance.
“Ya know…” Amber spoke in hushed tones “diapers and ABDL stuff”.
Maddie smiled back.
“Oh sweetie… show me what you’ve done so far.” She rose and started to walk towards Ambers bedroom.
The two stepped through the door as Amber pulled a box from under her bed. Inside was a large, ragged and faded Fraggle Rock t-shirt and 2 2-packs of diapers.
“Oh babygirl… you deserve better than this. How long have you been exploring ageplay?”
“A few months.”
“And you haven’t had a mommy or daddy or sitter to walk you through stuff?”
Amber shook her head. Still chewing on her nails.
Maddie took her hands and looked up, shame was welling in Amber’s face alongside a recognition.
“Hey… hey… it’s okay little one. Don’t bite them. You’ll be okay, you wanna know why?” She said, the smile returning. “I always wanted a little sister.”
Chuckling and tearing up, Amber sat on her bed as Maddie retrieved her bag. Opening it up, it was almost tactically packed. Row’s of diapers alongside mitts, wipes, changing pads, powder, two pacifiers, and a bottle and sippy cup.
“Do you want to change yourself? Or can I show you how I do it?”
Amber nodded and starred blankly, her mind whirling.
Maddie rolled out the mat and began undressing. Stepping out of the dress to reveal a black lace bra and a pair of pull-ups. Noticing she was staring she let out a chuckle.
“My Mommy has me 24/7, due to… well accidents and me begging her.”
Amber undressed as well laying beside Maddie on the unfolded white diaper.
Maddie patiently described how to properly diaper yourself, showing how to fluff it and get the leak-guards in place, and how to move.
Next, Maddie grabbed a purple onesie from her bag. Amber went to speak but was cut off.
“Oh… does Lil Sis need help dressing herself?” Maddie said with a smile before sticking her tongue out.
Amber felt her face grow red with heat and her padding shift.
Quickly, Maddie pulled the onesie on and snapped it on. She then grabbed a folded up white dress and pulled it on.
Seeing Amber blush, Maddie turned and placed a hand on the front of her diaper.
“You know Ambie… I was gonna show you how to use your paci and color and use your bottle. But I think my Lil Sis needs to see something. And I don’t think she’s big enough to understand if I explain it.”
Slowly pushing her back onto the crinkling seat of the diaper, Maddie moved Amber to the bed just by applying pressure to the outside of the diaper.
“I’m… uhh… I’m not…” Amber stuttered as Maddie waddled over, putting one knee right beside her ribs.
“Color, lil sis?”
“Gre- gree-“
Maddie swung her other knee up until she was on top of Amber, straddling her with their diapers crinkling into one another. As she slowly moved her hips up and down she felt Amber’s breathing shift. Amber put her palm to her forehead and muttered something incomprehensible as the grinding slowly began.
With a smile, Maddie lifted a hand and stared right at Amber's tear-stained cheek.
“Who are you?”
“Amber-“
-SLAP-
“Who are you?”
“Ambie…”
-SLAP-
“Who are you?”
“I dunno wha…”
-SLAP-
“Who are yo-“
“Lil sis!” she yelled in a pitch she didn’t know she had.
“Good! Good lil baby sister! Now repeat after me!”
Amber nodded, focusing as her cheek stung.
“I love my diapers!”
Amber stuttered for a second.
-SLAP-
“I love-eee my-my dia-dia-diapers.” Amber felt her shame leave her, like she was no longer possessed.
“And if big Sis in in pull-ups or diapers all the time than what are you?”
Amber did logistics, she had only ever had money for two packs at a time there’s no way-
-SLAP-
The calculations stopped and she happily admitted.
“I need to be in diapers all the time.”
“Goooood… “ she cooed.
Swinging off the sweating Amber. Maddie looked in her underwear drawer.
“When I bring Mommy around you probably should get rid of these… she’ll get really upset if they’re here.”
Delirious and heaving for air, Amber just nodded along.
Maddie sat beside Amber, placing one of the paci’s in her mouth before putting it in hers. Amber slowly suckled and she felt two arms pull her close for comfort and run hands thru her hair.
The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, painting everything in soft golden light.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, a pale blue bow clipped neatly in the centre. The yellow sundress hugged her delicate frame perfectly, it was feminine, flirty, and just short enough to make her feel a little daring.
It’s been so long since Daddy and I had a proper romantic date, she thought, smoothing the dress over her hips. Just the two of us doing regular couple stuff. Like grown-ups.
She studied her reflection with a hopeful, determined smile. Big Disney princess doe eyes, plump pink lips, and her adorable tiny button nose Daddy always loved to kiss. She'd made sure to apply her make up carefully, highlighting all her best features. Today she looked like a proper girlfriend.
No diapers today, she told herself firmly. The thin lace panties underneath felt light and freeing. I can do this. I’m going to be his big girl all day. No accidents. Just a real date like old times.
She was smart, capable, and mature… and today she was determined to prove it!
Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.
“You look beautiful, princess,” he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “My pretty date.”
She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.
“Thank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. There’s even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.”
He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. You’ve been so excited about our big date.”
But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.
Her stomach dropped.
Daddy… no.
The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. It’s silly. Just because I get tired by eight o’clock doesn’t mean I need to be in bed by eight.
When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only “public displays of affection” Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.
She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.
“Daddy, please,” she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. “We talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. I’m going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?”
He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. You’re smart, you’re bubbly, you’re full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when we’re out having fun for hours. I’m not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.”
She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.
“But Daddy… the dress. It’s so pretty. The diaper will show and I’ll look silly…”
“You could never look silly to me,” he murmured, laying her down gently. “You’ll look adorable as always."
The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.
She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things weren’t like old times anymore.
Because now she was his baby girl.
And Daddy’s job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.
The car ride started off hopefully.
She held Daddy’s hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.
“Did you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?” she said brightly. “They started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think that’s so sweet.”
Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.”
She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.
But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.
When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.
Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.
For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.
But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.
“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging his hand. “I thought we were doing couple things. There’s a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over there…”
“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” he said patiently. “But first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.”
She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.
They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.
As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.
But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.
“Everything okay, princess? You’re doing that little dance.”
Her face went bright red. “I’m fine. I’m being a big girl today. I don’t need help.”
The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.
Tears pricked her eyes.
“I… I had an accident,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.”
Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. “Aww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didn’t you? But babies have accidents. That’s why Daddy brings extra diapers.”
She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. “I thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now… now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like I’m just a baby…”
Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.
“Because you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today… and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesn’t that feel better than pretending?”
She whimpered, face flaming. “Daddy… people might hear you…”
He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. “Let them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"
The words made her feel impossibly small.
He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.
“Look at you,” he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. “All blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesn’t she?”
She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.
When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.
The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.
Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.
Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.
“Aww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,” he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. “That thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?”
“Daddy… stop teasing me,” she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.
He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “But you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.”
For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.
She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.
They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.
They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci he’d clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.
For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didn’t make her want to disappear.
At first glance, no one would have ever said that Julia would have a very promising career in the business world. Before college her parents - perhaps wise, perhaps overindulgent - had encouraged her to focus on what she really loved doing rather than on employability. Consequently she’d decided, late in her second year, that her lifelong passion was going to be psychological therapy and counseling. Sure, it didn’t appear to offer the same sort of lucrative career prospects that engineering, programming, or business majors did; but then again, as she rationalized, who wanted to be those sort of people anyway? Not her!
Few could have foreseen that thanks to a bit of ingenuity and a nice stroke of luck, she would get hired on by a major international banking corporation; its board was just then trying to expand the HR department to safeguard the mental well-being of their high-strung and highly stressed analysts, investment portfolio managers, and finance officers. She’d quickly worked her way up through HR thanks to her charm, common sense, and brains, and within five years she’d become the head of her very own sub-department branded the Positive Mental Health Zone.
It was here that Julia began dabbling in age regression as a means of relaxation. It had gotten a bad rap because of its association with attachment theory and hypnosis, she argued - not to mention its dubious implementation by amateurs. What was needed, she maintained, was to salvage the demonstrably relaxing and psychologically integrating effects of age regression and to leave the hypnosis and false memories issues out of it. In short, she proposed providing an environment in which stressed-out employees would be encouraged and even expected to regress as young as they liked without fear of judgment or negative consequences.
Julia’s techniques, though controversial at first, began to receive positive attention due to the unusually positive results she achieved. See that lovely “toddler” in the above photo, trying her best to make a clumsy little curtsy for Miss Julia? That’s actually one of the company’s senior portfolio managers; she’d been on the verge of breakdown just a few weeks ago… And now? Well, what do you think? Look behind that ruffled dress, that adorably silly waddle, that bulky ruffled diaper, the pacifier jammed in her mouth - and you’ll find a genuine smile. She’s in her happy place now - a place where none of her everyday worries can find her…
As for Julia? Well, she’d say she’s just happy to be able to make a difference and contribute to a great advance in psychotherapy. But get her in private, maybe over a few drinks, as I have - and she just might confide a naughty little truth. After all, she’d slur in her charming voice, it’s such an absolute pleasure to see those hoity-toity executives reduced to waddling and crawling about in diapers…completely in Julia’s charge. And with a final alluring wink, she might even tell you that she’d love to do the same with you…
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So...this video is so embarrassing to watch back!!! I can’t believe how..how...how the onsie actually helps with stopping the crinkles be so loud!!! The moment i I snapped those snaps and moved around I could hear the crinkles of my diaper so loud!!! That’s not fair at all!!! How am I supposed to hide my diaper if my only options are being crinkly or wearing a baby onsie!?? I got so cranky and embarrassed when I found out! ###>.<###
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Emily knows she can’t escape. Her wrists are tied to the bed/crib. She nervously eyes the enema bag at the foot of her crib.
Natalia picks up the nozzle “Are you ready for your enema Emily?”she asks
When Emily gets fussy--out comes the enema kit as Natalia forces her to take two quarts of like warm soapy water into her bowels delivered via a nozzle and rubber tube.
It's guaranteed to bring the her down several pegs. Natalia sticks the nozzle up her bum and releases the valve.
The 2 quarts of water quickly empties inside her. Emily squirms and moans.
She doesn't think she can hold it in.
It's intense. But Natalia makes her take the whole bag
Emily is already crying and cramping. Natalia tells her to stop being a baby and that she must hold the enema in. Natalia grabs a diaper. A big, thick padded disposable adult baby diaper which she tells Emily should hold it all up...
Oh my God. You want me to go In a diaper!?!?" Emiky shrieks. Her voice reaching a pitch revealing her thoughts about what's about to happen.
“Of course, in a diaper” Says Natalia “Duh!”
Image credit DiaperMess
Models Natalia and Emily
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