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Hello! My name is Stoney or Alex! I'm glad to be here to meet yall and share a glimpse into my pampered life as a diaper packing baby bimbo 👶🍼! I'm a 23 year old trans girl 🏳️⚧️. My little age is 6. I can't wait to share tons with yall and make tons of friends on here! 🥰💝
Cherry Pie
I spent two hours today writing the most adorable DDLG caption I’ve ever written. It was loving, sweet, and tender. Not my normal humiliation. I was so excited. But tumblr didn’t save it. So now you get the original version of Master of Puppets. Very disappointing.
Who chooses “The Great British Baking Show” for Netflix and Chill?
Now all I can do is pretend I am fascinated by a bunch of Brits making pastries. That I care who makes the best frangipane tart.
I don’t even know what a frangipane tart is.
But it sure beats pretending that I don’t see—and hear—everything that’s happening on the other side of the couch.
It’s much easier to let them think I’m enthralled by the drama of amateur bakers with quaint accents than them getting hot and heavy right in front of me.
Destined's Diaper Girl Compendium
Have you ever been on my blog and just wanted to find some ddlg or mdlg captions, but didn't want to wade through mdlb captions?
You're in luck! Now you don't have to. I put them all here in this post.
At least I think so. All the important ones are here for sure.
I labeled them as DDlg, MDlg, or M+D for both Mommy and Daddy doms.
And put a brief description of the caption. Anything with Cuckquean is labeled, as some love it, while others hate it.
The Chilies are a humiliation measurement. Five chilies means you want pure humiliation. One chili means it's a sweeter, loving caption. Squirmies can be found at every chili level.
Anyway, like this so you can always find what you're looking for.
Running Up That Hill
This caption is for a very shy diaper girl. She’s a widdle scared of the world knowing who she is. But I do!
“Oh my gosh, this is so cute! It looks just like a real nursery! She actually lives like this? Isn’t she older than me?”
You cower behind Daddy as the new woman Daddy brought home takes in your nursery. They discuss you and your diapers so casually, so matter-of-factly that you feel like the toddler she obviously thinks you are.
“Seriously, I can’t right now. I mean, look at all the colors, the decorations, the diaper supplies! Ugh, it’s adorable! I’d have no idea this was an adult’s room if it wasn’t for the massive crib, changing table, and stacks of oversized diapers!”
Daddy laughs. “Adult? Don’t get it confused, my little pamper packer here may be older than you, but she’s not an adult, are you, Princess?”
It was already too late when you realized that you two were the last in the room at a party. She smiled at you. You awkwardly smiled back hoping to avoid a conversation. She was the first girl you asked out after becoming incontinent. It obviously didn’t go well.
She looks down at your diaper. “What’s it like?” she asks?
“No, I don’t mean what’s it like to wear a diaper. Gross as it would be, I could put on a diaper and see what it feels like. No, what I mean is: what is it like to be in diapers.”
“Of course there is a difference. There’s a huge difference. If I put a diaper on I would be in a diaper, but I wouldn’t be in diapers. When you’re in diapers, people expect you to be in a diaper no matter what. People say babies are in diapers because nobody expects them to stay dry without one. Just like you.”
“Unlike me if I tried one, when you take off a diaper you need to put another one on immediately. You live your life one diaper at a time. Whether you’re at work, a date, on vacation, or at home, you’re in diapers. And it will almost always be at least a little wet.”
“So what I’m asking is, what is that like? Knowing you’ll be toddling around in diapers every time I see you? Knowing you will have pee wrapped around you from now until the moment you die? Knowing everyone you know will always wonder if your diaper is wet whenever you’re with them?”
“But especially knowing that every girl you ever try to date will involve you telling them you’re sitting in front of them in a wet diaper, hoping they can ignore the infantile diaper long enough to try and date you? Because I assume most will end like it did with me.
“And that means you pretending you’re a man at a party when we all know you’re just a diaper boy. The only thing we think about when you walk in is diapers. And no women associate sexy, intimate encounters with diapers. Which means no women will ever associate you with sex.”
“Anyway, good to see you. I need a drink.”
Moments like these always make you wonder if it’s all worth it. Life as a beautiful woman’s incontinent diaper boy certainly has its benefits, but the downsides go hand in hand with the perks.
Today was no different. Sure, they let you come with them on their “girls” trip. And with that you get to see the girls in a way that few men ever would. With no “men” on board, they are free to relax and get wild without wondering what the men would think. Most men would kill to see it.
But they invited you for a reason. You’re only there because they don’t even see you as a man. You’re a prop, a toy, a confidence booster. You’re there for their entertainment.
You watch as they pretend to hump the boat. In any other setting it might even be sexually suggestive. But not for you, not right now. No, they’re only doing it because they’re showing you how to hump your diapers to the thought of them.
You hear all their humiliating comments. You endure all the embarrassing diaper changes. You do it because if not for this, you’d be some loner diaper virgin, sitting alone in your room, looking through pictures of beautiful women with a wet diaper.
You accept their humiliation because even though you’re no closer to actually getting with a woman here than in your room, at least you get to be there in person. Your dignity is less valuable than the attention, however cruel, you get here on this boat.
And, at the very least, you have something to hump your diaper to tonight.
Púpi - Part 1
"Púpi! It is like...erm..."
Mina brings her arms together in a gentle rocking motion, pursing her lips as she smiles down at some imaginary bundle of joy. You catch yourself staring at the soft, round breasts which are now perfectly framed by her limbs, though they're still veiled in the thin black bodice of her academic uniform.
"...and it says WAH WAH WAH," Lilita grins, flicking her wrists back and forth at the corners of her eyes. She giggles girlishly at your confused look, her bright eyes sparkling with mischief.
PRETTY PRETTY PACI IS BACK!!
And already back in diapers. Poor thing barely lasted 20 minutes before her sass got the better of her. Luckily for me, nothing is more enjoyable than sass when accompanied by silly little crinkles!
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"Is this a joke?" Darcie tugged at the bottom of her shirt in a vain attempt to cover her crinkly underwear. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. "You'd better give me a good explanation or I'm taking this... this thing off. What kind of photoshoot is this?"
“You said you wanted something innocent,” said the cameraman. “Sexy but innocent, that’s what you said. What could be more innocent than a diaper?”
"But they're for... you know, peeing in."
"And pooping in, yes."
Her face went even redder. "How is this supposed to be sexy?!" she demanded, gesturing down at the thick nappy bulging between her thighs. "I look ridiculous!"
“It’s sexy because you look ridiculous," the photographer said slowly, as if he thought she was a bit dim. "No self-respecting woman would ever dress like this, right? So you’re showing that you've got no self-respect, and that willingness to humiliate yourself is hot as hell!"
Darcie clenched her fists. “But I don’t want to humiliate myself, and I do have self-respect!"
“I know, sweet-cheeks," the man sighed. "Your manager told me all about your little ego, how you think you're too good to pose in the nude. But since you won't get your tits out on camera, we have to go with this instead. There’s a lot of money to be made in niche markets, you know.”
Darcie felt the fury rising in her like bile. "I am not doing fetish porn." She spat the words at him, but before she could clamber out of the absurd oversized crib he'd told her to stand in, the camera went off. Flash. The light was dazzling, and she blinked in confusion. Her mind suddenly seemed oddly blank. What had she been doing?
“You’re incontinent," said the cameraman.
“What?" Darcie's lips twisted in disgust. The very idea of not being able to control her bladder or bowels was revolting to her. "I’m not inconti-”
Flash.
“You need diapers.”
What was this lunatic talking about? “No I don-!”
Flash.
“You’re too stupid for toilets.”
“I'm… What?” She felt like her head was full of cotton wool. Too stupid for toilets? Was she?
Flash.
“You flunked out of potty training.”
"Uhhh...." Darcie tried to speak, but all that came out was a whine. She realised she was drooling.
Flash.
The cameraman was saying something, but she couldn't focus on the words. Whatever they were, they floated into her brain and settled there. There was a warmth in her pants, and a moment later the smell of urine reached her nostrils. “I'm… I’m peeing," she said. A giggle burst out of her. "I peed my nappy."
“Good girl!" the cameraman cooed. He was standing right in front of her now. "Good girl for peeing in your diaper, Darcie!"
Darcie giggled again and smiled. She was glad she'd made the man happy, even though she hadn't wet herself on purpose. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, feeling her sodden nappy squelching between her legs. It was soaked to the brim and sagging heavily, but Darcie knew that was completely normal. She hadn't messed herself yet, but it would happen soon. She was just a stupid, overgrown toddler who couldn't control herself. She'd spent all her life in nappies, and she'd spend the rest of it squishing about in them too.
"Now let's get your top off," said the cameraman. "Arms up! I got some great pictures to send to your manager, but the next shots will look better if you’re in nothing but your diaper!”
Darcie smiled vacantly and did as she was told.
It’s okay to let Baby have a little look outside, you know. She’s forgotten what it’s like being in the big world, she’s only curious. Everybody’s been asking where she went, how she’s doing. Baby had a lot of company and some impressive ambitions before she met you, and now they’ve all gone away.
Thanks to you, her new life consists of baby toys, baby shows, bottles, dummies, nappies, sleeping in a crib, dainty little dresses, high chairs, etc. All of her adult responsibilities have been removed; no more “independent woman making her own self-standing decisions”, that naughtiness results in a hard spanking and being sent to the corner (and a tearful glare of contempt from her that makes you laugh). All she needs to worry about now is not having you at her beck and call for when she needs a cuddle and a cry in your lap or a change out of her waterlogged and soiled diapers.
She’s just a little doll trapped in a doll house with a big, bad wolf. She doesn’t even know her own name anymore—she’s just a baby. Why did you do that to Baby? How cruel you are. The least you could do is let her watch everybody outside, living the life she used to have, while she stays cooped up in your little nest. It’s fun to just imagine anyway.
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Love And War - Part 2
“No! No! No!” Jessica pouted, stomping her feet. “I don’t wanna wear dem! I don’t wanna! Not during da day too!”
“Sweetheart, you have to,” Daniel said gently, holding up the large disposable nappy. “You can’t go around leaving puddles everywhere.”
“Please, Jessie,” Ally implored, working hard to keep the smile off her face, “if you pee on the carpet again we might lose our deposit. Wasn’t having to pay for a new mattress bad enough?”
“But it won’t happen again!” Jessica whined.
“You don’t know that, baby,” said Daniel. “Until these accidents stop, you need to wear protection.”
“What’s wong wif me?!” Jessica screeched, her face flushed with anger and shame.
“It’s okay, my darling,” Daniel cooed, pulling his tearful girlfriend into a hug.
Love And War - Part 1
Ally decides to mentally regress her best friend in order to steal her boyfriend. Jessica might be pretty, but Daniel isn’t going to find her quite so attractive once she’s toddling around in soggy diapers. Then he’ll be sure to fall for someone as stylish and mature as Ally. Or at least, that’s the plan...
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Ally admired herself in the mirror, leaning forward and enjoying the way her low cut black crop-top framed her generous cleavage. She gave her chest a quick shake, blew herself a kiss, and straightened up with a satisfied smirk on her face. There was no way Daniel was going to be able to keep his eyes off her when she was dressed like this – especially if her plans for Jessica succeeded.
She left her room and walked into the kitchen with her short miniskirt swishing, exposing the base of her bubble butt. Jessica looked up as she entered, and Ally noticed a slight frown appear on her friend’s face when she saw what she was wearing. Jessica herself was wearing a tight white t-shirt and jeans, figure-hugging but certainly not as flashy as Ally’s outfit.
“I’m going to get started on cooking, okay Jess?” Ally said brightly, moving over to the hob.
“Alwight,” said Jessica, and then a blush spread suddenly across her cheeks. “I mean, alright.”
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 1
Three women compete in a game show where the penalties are humiliating, infantilizing, and possibly permanent.
When I first released this story, I let readers vote on what happened to the contestants in a series of polls, so that’s why the structure is the way it is. All voting is now concluded!
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“Welcome everybody!” called a strong, male voice. “I’m Jacob, your host, and this is Babe or Billionaire, the game show where our contestants either walk away with more money than they could ever dream… or they say bye-bye to their big girl privileges forever!”
There were loud cheers and applause from the live studio audience as a spotlight lit up Jacob’s tall, well-built frame and ruggedly handsome features.
“Before we start, let me fill you in on the rules! The contestants will compete in a game of rock, paper, scissors each round. The winners will gain points, and the one with the most points at the end of the game will win our fabulous cash prize! But when one (or more) of our girls loses, our game master behind the scenes will bring up a selection of delightful penalties that you the audience get to vote on!”
Waterloo
This caption is for @baby-erica, a squirmy little Ducky who wanted a blushy caption of her own!
“Wakey, wakey, Ducky!” Mommy cooed, smiling down at you in your crib. “Today is going to be an extra fun day! But first, Mommy needs to check that diaper.”
You stared at your Mommy, dumbfounded. Ever since she “demoted you back to babyhood,” her idea of fun radically differed from yours.
What truly worried you was all the commotion in the house. Nobody was home when Mommy put you down for your nap. But now, a steady boom of bass and distant voices trickled into your nursery.
Before you could say anything, Mommy thrust two fingers into your swollen diaper. You shivered—and not because you knew she would find a soggy diaper.
