Bearly There

Kink positive, Seattle-based babyfur and ABDL. 18+, please. Assume NSFW.

[pampertush]

Your 24/7 regressed, diaper-dependent baby structure.

For when you're truly committed to making this lifestyle your permanent reality.

1. Environmental Control:

Baby-Proof Your Space: Make your living environment completely baby-safe and baby-themed. Remove any adult items that might tempt you to revert to adult behavior.

Constant Reminders: Place reminders everywhere, stickers, posters, notes, that reinforce your role as a baby. See them every time you look around.

2. Routine and Structure:

Strict Daily Schedule: Create a detailed daily schedule that includes diaper changes, feedings, nap times, playtimes, and bedtime. Stick to it religiously.

Consistent Rituals: Develop consistent rituals for each activity. For example, always change your diaper in the same way, with the same songs or stories.

3. Accountability Partners:

Find a Caregiver: If possible, find someone who can act as your full-time caregiver, someone that you can trust and has your best interest in mind. This person should enforce your routines and punish you when you slip up. A good mommy or daddy should guide you every step of the way, reinforcing your training with love and firmness.

Online Communities: Join online communities of people living similar lifestyles. Share your progress and challenges, and get support and encouragement.

4. Physical Conditioning:

Exercise Like a Baby: Engage in physical activities that reinforce your baby identity, such as crawling, rolling, or playing with baby toys.

Sensory Play: Incorporate sensory play into your daily routine. Play with slime, finger paints, or sand to keep your hands busy and your mind focused on being a baby.

5. Mental Reinforcement:

Constant Self-Talk: Use positive self-talk that reinforces your baby identity. Talk to yourself in a baby voice, remind yourself that you are a baby.

Visualization Exercises: Regularly practice visualization exercises where you imagine yourself as a baby in various scenarios, feeling the emotions and sensations. Do not forget to take care of your mental health.

6. Dietary Control:

Baby Food Diet: Gradually transition to eating only baby food. Purees, soft foods, and finger foods should be your staples. Let your caregiver help you, so they can make sure you get enough nutrients.

Milk: Ensure you drink your milk every night before bed, reinforcing the humiliation and dependency.

7. Sleep Training:

Crib or Playpen: Sleep in a crib or playpen to reinforce the baby identity.

Consistent Bedtime Routine: Follow a strict bedtime routine that includes a bath, storytime, and being tucked in by your caregiver.

8. Social Isolation:

Limit Adult Interactions: Minimize interactions with people who treat you as an adult. Surround yourself with people who understand and support your lifestyle.

Online Presence: Create an online presence that reflects your baby identity. Use social media to document your journey and connect with others in the community.

9. Punishment and Reinforcement:

Consistent Punishments: Establish a system of punishments for when you slip up or act like an adult. These could include spankings, extra chores.

Rewards System: Create a rewards system for successfully completing baby tasks and following your routine. Rewards could be special toys, treats, or extra playtime.

10. Long-Term Planning:

Set Milestones: Set long-term milestones for your regression journey, such as being fully diaper-dependent for a month, then three months, and so on.

Reflect and Adjust: Regularly reflect on your progress and adjust your strategies as needed. Celebrate your successes and learn from your setbacks.

Remember, little one, this lifestyle is about more than just a fantasy; it's about becoming who you truly are. Embrace the humiliation and shame; they are your path to true dependency.

[tbarx]

I feel like being able to delve into this as far as I could push myself (or be pushed) would fix me. Alas!

[babyboy406]

[docileindiapers]

Gentle pats are the simplest of gestures that send endearment like pats on fresh diaper. Highchair time can push my buttons too, Do you get overwelmed the same way passively sitting on display in a shiney bib with your baby bottles? Maybe being fed the blandest of bland, can each spoonful seem like a pat? The face washey afterwards is where i get an intense feeling of the full captivity of lifelong babyhood too.

[tbarx]

Who invented and who actually liked the ABDL posts with a series of 6-8 similar photos, usually with some hot woman, broken up by 1-2 lines of text? Worst comic format ever! Occasionally, the captions are good but then you have to scroll a long ways to get to them.

Just my grouchy observation on free porn.

[imtellingmommytoo]

How'd ya sleep?

Hey there, 'big guy!' How'd ya sleep? Well, my name's Brad, I'm Tiffany's boyfriend. Y'know, Tiffany, your 'babysitter?' Oh, right, you only know her as 'Miss Tiffy.' Well, let's just say I'm a good friend of Miss Tiffy, sort of a...'special' friend. Anyway, she asked me to help out here and bring you this. Gotta have your morning ba-ba, right? Alright, look, this is totally weird, but I'll level with you, buddy. Tiff filled me in on a few details this morning. This is supposed to be a typical week-long sitting gig, for a single mom who's out of town. Now, Tiff and I usually take advantage of these longer jobs and hang out together. It can get lonely being stuck with little ones. This job, though? This is a new one. Haven't come across a 'tot' like you before. But Tiff assures me that you're just like any of her other jobs, mostly.

I'll admit, there were some red flags when she told me about you (still are). And I'm not too happy about her 'changing you.' Yeah, that just sounds like some F'd-up way to get her to touch your junk! Luckily, (for your sake), she calmed me down. She says that it's tucked away, locked up in some cage...down there? Just know, at some point here, I'm gonna need to see proof that little dick of yours really is out of the picture. And don't think just because you're dressed up like a baby doesn't mean you're not old enough to get your ass kicked here, guy.

So, a single mom, huh? Jesus! Well, I guess it makes sense you'd still live at home with your mother. Wait, what, she isn't? Oh man, this keeps getting better! Not sure if it's more or less pathetic that it's actually your wife who's your...' Mommy.'

But here you are, in a big nursery, all dressed up for the part. And your 'Mommy' had to go out of town for work? Right, right. This is a lot to take in, man. So, are you always, you know, dressed up like this? Are you 'special needs,' or something? No? Well, I guess I've heard of kink play before, but this is a new one for me.

So, what's your angle here? Are you just some perv pretending to be a baby? Yeah, do you get off on exposing yourself to my girlfriend during a diaper change? Aw, what's the matter, loser, wifey not giving it to you anymore? Can't imagine why! So, what? You thought you'd get lucky with my girlfriend? Tiff's not some fetish worker, ya'know, she's an actual sitter/nanny for families.

But apparently, your wife convinced her. And Tiff says she feels 'totally safe,' that you're 'no threat of any kind,' and that she 'treats you like all the rest, just with bigger diapers.' Well, I still don't trust it. You'd better be paying Tiff well. Actually, how much is this costing you? Oh, right, I'm sure your 'Mommy' handles all the finances around here, huh? Yeah, I imagine it's tough for someone like you to hold down one of those 'big boy' jobs, hmm?

So, last night, when I came over. I'm sure you heard me and Tiff, right? Yeah, well, I didn't know what was going on with your 'situation' here, or whatever. I figured Tiff had already tucked…I guess that'd been YOU… in for the night. So, it seemed like we had the house to ourselves.

Heh, sorry if we were a little loud last night there, champ. But, ya'know how it is when your woman's ready for some action, right? Well, in your case, maybe not so much. I mean, a full diaper like that, you're playing more of a 'little man,' than 'ladies' man,' am I right? Yep, I thought you were just some little tyke back here, put to bed, sound asleep.

Hmm. I guess if you really had any agency here, you would've confronted us, though, right? I know you had to have heard us. Tiff can get...pretty loud. So, I imagine if you could, you would've 'pressed pause' on this whole 'baby thing' to kick a stranger out of your house, interrupting your sleepy time, no?

Yeah, so why didn't you just hop out of your crib here, waddle your little butt down the hall, and say your…I don't know, like your 'safe word,' or something? I mean, this is your house, right? All this is for your entertainment, yeah? Your wife hired my girlfriend as 'Miss Tiff the Babysitter,' giving you an 'authentic baby experience,' or whatever. I'm sure hearing the two of us having 'adult time' doesn't really fit the 'infantile ambiance' you're going for. Yeah, I bet you didn't appreciate the two of us fucking like rabbits in YOUR house, especially since 'Miss Tiff' is technically still on the clock this whole week, right?

Although...maybe this isn't YOUR house? What I mean is, maybe you're not actually the one who's truly 'in charge' here. Tiff did say your wife runs the household; most of the mothers that hire her kinda do.

So, answer me this, buddy: if that little pee-pee of yours is all caged up under your diaper there, then what the hell are you even getting from all of this? It's not like you can rub one out, right?

So, I'll ask again, what's the deal here? Did you and the wife flirt with some roleplay and fall down the rabbit hole, or something?

Whoa! Yikes! I mean, look, man. I get it. Tiff's got a bit of a dominant streak, too. But, dude, I think you messed up here. You gave up way too much power.

Some chicks, man. Once they get a taste of that control, watch out! Not sure here, but it seems like your wife may have tapped into some feelings of being intensely needed? Or maybe she just likes putting you in your place. Whatever it is, there are obviously some powerful emotions surrounding this. And well, with these types of power exchanges, you don't just give'm up easily. There's this buddy of mine, when his girl figured out how to run his ass. Granted, not as intense as your situation, but still, he's been a pussy whipped bitch ever since. He seems happy, though. So, who am I to judge?

(Sigh)

Alright, I suppose in some weird way, this whole needing a babysitter thing makes a little more sense. If your wife sees and keeps you as a baby now, then, like any good 'Mommy,' she'd hire a sitter to look after you, right? And, technically, Tiff vouched for you, too. So, I guess, this whole 'baby thing' with your wife is legit. Ah-well, guess you can't be trusted home alone anymore. Huh, little guy? Damn, you actually live like this, crazy, man, crazy!

Ah, jeeze. Now I just kinda feel bad. Sorry about the threats before, man. I just had to make sure you weren't some weird perv trying to trick and assault Tiff. You understand? I mean, this is definitely strange. But you're actually helpless here. And from the smell of you, I can tell you really are committed to… well, I'd call it a 'bit,' but at this point, it's more of a 'lifestyle.' So, just keep playing your part, I guess, and live that best-baby-life. Keep it innocent, and we'll get along fine, lil-guy.

Hey, I know! Later on, this evening, after you've been put down for the night. Maybe Tiff and I will 'sleep' in your Mommy's room. We could do it on her bed this time. How's that sound? Hey man, don't worry, I'll hook you up. I'll leave the door open and let you have another listen! You probably don't get to watch much porn these days with parental controls and all. Seriously, though. We'll put that bed to good use. I mean, someone should be satisfied in your Mommy's bed, right? Because she's probably not with a 'big baby' like you around. Hey, man? Want me to help your Mommy out sometime, throw a piece her way? Woah! Shh! Shh! Calm down, I'm just teasing ya, bud.

Hey, one last thing, though, before I forget. I saw some beer out in the fridge. You wouldn't mind if I… Ha-ha, wait, why am I even asking you? Of course, you don't mind, that's not for little ones like you. Never mind, buddy, don't worry about it. Tiff and I got it handled around here. You just work on that ba-ba, and I'll let Tiff know you're ready for a new diaper.

See ya around, sport!

[imtellingmommytoo]

Due for a Change

You slowly wake up with a big stretch. Your eyes are blurry, but you feel a firm hand between your legs, gently patting the bulk of your swollen diaper, then the feeling of those familiar fingers probing for wetness at your leg guards.

"Aww, yep. He's pretty wet, sis. I think he's due for a change."

That voice, it's familiar but unexpected. Confused, you blink rapidly and rub away the sleep. You recognize a feminine silhouette, but that voice, the perfume, it wasn't Mommy's...!

Coming into focus.

"Of course, I've got this. I've changed my fair share of dirty diapers, ya'know. None, quite this big and pathetic, though." She says the last part under her breath, only for you to hear.

Frozen, you're unsure of what to do next. But your sister-in-law maintains her composure. She is cool and calm. Your face feels warm as the embarrassment washes over you. There's no hiding. No plausible excuse, no reasonable 'misunderstanding', no attempt to brush this off to save your dignity. You're exposed, vulnerable. It feeds her confidence. She stares down, taking in the sight. But her expression softens seeing you in this new light; a faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, and you know, her perception of you has irrevocably shifted.

"Well, hi there, lil-guy. Good afternoon. How was your nappy-nap? I'm just so delighted to be meeting you this way. I mean, I kinda had my suspicions. I knew you guys got up to some naughty stuff. And my sister can indeed be rather...unconventional. But I'm a little surprised to find you so 'committed' to 'the bit,' or whatever is going on here. But that's just the thing. It's not really 'a bit', now, is it? Oh, I'm sure it may have started that way. Daww, was-da-matter? Did my sister indulge you? Humor some fantasies? Well, I don't have to warn you. When she likes something, she can go all out. Heck, I remember as a kid she would get so obsessed with dolls and whatnot. Hmm, yeah, I guess even then, she kind of had this domineering maternal-like streak." "Oh, calm down, it's not that surprising, not really. You should've known that I'd find out eventually; she and I don't keep secrets for long. Although I can see why she took her time with this one. Living like this doesn't just happen overnight, right? She probably needed some time to get you adjusted. Ya'know, normalize your whole situation, here. I bet you don't even realize how helpless you've become. Just look how far she's taken you already. I see your diaper's well used. Speaking of, how's your control these days? Or do you even notice things like that anymore? Well, no matter. I don't think you'll have to worry about making it to 'the potty.' "She does seem rather pleased with herself, though. Yes, yes, you have a very proud Mommy over there. In fact, I've never seen her so glowing, and that's including your wedding day. I'd say she's very smitten with you. "Well, I suppose this was no accident; me seeing you like this? Probably just the next step of your regression, hmm? Yeah, you get it, right? Well, the more people who see you this way, the more it reinforces this dynamic, and the more trapped you become. So when the people in your life become comfortable and see you as 'the baby,' expectations for you change. Sure, there'll be some short-term embarrassment. But soon, even your perception, your own sense of self, will adjust. Just think, how exciting! You'll be free to explore and act in ways you may have thought too silly or humiliating. You can be free of your ego. You can let go of your old self, be less inhibited, more innocent, and carefree. Look, it's going to be difficult to maintain the 'adult act' when you're crawling around in messy diapers. And look at you, now. You're already well on your way! My advice. Just embrace it, because I don't see her changing her mind anytime soon, if at all. And this kind of 'social normalization' she's doing is a kindness. She's establishing your new place in her heart, and your new place in the world." "Just think how truly awkward it'll be if you don't play your part, baby. Because after today, even I can't unsee you like this now, not really. It would be strange to pretend that I didn't just wake you from your nap and change your diaper, right? So, my advice: Just be the best baby you can. Not play, not pretend…just be. There's no way but through! Besides, you'll have all of our love and support along the way." "Well, I'm just so honored to be the first to meet my new little 'baby-in-law.' And would you look at that, I already prefer you more this way now. It just feels right, ya'know?" "Oh, by the way, you can call me 'Auntie' from now on." *Winks*

[babydou17]

The importance of Bibs

Bibs are underrated. It’s a fact. In our community, we often hear about and see pictures displaying Pamps, pacis and onesies which definitely are a main part of this lifestyle. However, the power of bibs should not be ignored.

As a 24/7 Daddy, I do rely on them and find them particularly useful and cute when on my little guy. So, what types of bibs are there and why should you consider using them?

The food bib: The usual one. A life saver for caregivers. If you’re into baby food, it is a must have. If you’re into normal food, then there should be less trouble, but use one just in case. It’s never hurt anyone! My little one has not eaten without a bib in months and his onesies and pajamas thank me for it everyday. Those clothes are expensive and we wouldn’t want any baby bolognese to stain those pretty white pajamas, would we? It also allows me to have a bit of fun when feeding him and *purposely* miss his mouth a few times. Makes for very cute pictures every time… Shhh, don’t tell him anything or he could get fussy.😉

You can use a fabric one if you think the meal won’t be too messy, or a plastic one if a bigger mess is anticipated. Plastic ones also have a receptacle so that we don’t waste any of this baby food. Missed it the first time Kiddo? No worries, right back into your mouth!

The baba bib: This one can be smaller, worn for a shorter amount of time and for occasional dribbles. It is here to create a whole routine around bottle-feeding but isn’t generally needed. However, you want it on for peace of mind so that both Daddy and little one can enjoy this very very special moment without any worry. Can also be useful when it’s "burpie time", of course.

The drool bib: I added this one to my little Pamperpacker’s outfits recently. In 2026, actually. One of my goals was to see him more drooly. I think it’s extremely cute and is the symbol of absolute regression. So from now on, every afternoon in his playpen must be spent with a bib around his neck to catch any drooly mess coming from under his paci. You know me, there’s a reward at the end of the week/month if this bib ends up wet constantly over a certain period of time.

Results? I’ve got a drooly little guy when I come back from work almost every day!

The arts and crafts bib/ smock: A bib can be used for painting or drawing activities. Ideally, a smock can be better but if that’s all you have, it will do half the job and that’s better than nothing.

In any case, a bib will make any picture of your little one even cuter. If you enjoy this lifestyle occasionally it may be the perfect accessory to make any little Pamperfiller enter in little space instantly.

My little guy’s situation is a bit different since he is always in this headspace, so bibs have just become a normality and a necessity and I’m very happy about it 😉

- Daddy

[liong]

This show will free you from the daily worries of adultlife, but be careful, you could spin that billion-dollar mansion into an all-paid 24/7 daycare!

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[datlittlewarrior]

Don’t let her sweet, enchanting smile fool you 😏💕 Her flawless hair, her perfectly put-together look, that soft polished Mommy aesthetic… it’s all a trap.

This Mommy in my head couldn’t care less about what I want or don’t want. She’s already decided.

From now on → I’m her baby.

A real one.Thick crinkly diaper 24/7 🍼 Warm bottle pressed to my lips 🍼 Two long naps a day 😴 And a strict 12-hour night sleep… whether I like it or not 😤💤

No negotiations. No big boy privileges. Just complete, helpless, humiliated babyfication under her loving yet iron control 👩‍🍼🔒

Mommy Dom energy ♀️💪 MDLB sweetness & strictness 🍼😌 FLR rules forever 👑

Forced regression & deep public/private humiliation 😳🫣 She’s not asking. She’s already dressing me for naptime. 💕🧷

[diapered-dork]

i’m obsessed with baby bouncers

I love the way the make your feet dangle just above the floor, enforcing the idea you’re a small baby. they’re also great at keeping you in place so you can’t move so mommy doesn’t have to worry about you. bouncers are also good ways to tire out fussy littles so they can take a nice nap later.

but also that they display your status as a baby to all who pass by. no matter what, you’re not getting out until your cg says otherwise. and they’re great for embarrassing littles who think they won’t have accidents and forces them to use their diapers. and when they finally admit defeat and use them, they get to sit in it and bounce in their wet and messy diapers.

perfect balance of cute and humiliating. 10/10

[mads-the-dog]

Drool

Just look at yourself, sitting there in the mirror.

You'd think the most babyish thing about you is the diaper, soggy and swollen, forcing your thighs apart.

Or maybe you'd think it was the giant binky, bobby in and out rhythmically between your lips.

Some people might say it was the look in your eyes, blank and innocent, like the overgrown infant you've become rather than the respectable adult you used to be.

But, that isn't it at all.

It's the wet, thick rivulets of drool running down your chin.

It drips onto your onesie, soaking it in your saliva.

It declares to the world that you're nothing more than a giant, messy, drippy toddler. Someone who is beyond controlling any of their bodily functions.

That's alright, though, sweetie. It's exactly how I want you.

Now, keep sitting right here while I get you a bib. We've got to protect that cute little onesie, don't we?

[abdlprejac-deactivated20260302]

I love how weak I've made you. I remember whenyou couldfuck me for hours,making me cum my brains out like a real man, but now you're just an helpless baby, wetting your Pampers and spurting your premature cummies in them. Do you remember how it all began?

First, I locked your cock in chastity for 16 months, until it shrunk to just 4 inches. Then, I started giving you handjobs while encouraging you to finish as fast as possible, until you could barley last a minute. Then I started stroking your little pecker with just to fingers to reduce the stimulation you needed to cum. The chastity made you so small that with just two fingers I could basically run up and down your whole wee wee. Anyway, after that I moved on to just rubbing your tiny head with my index, and that made you so sensitive that when we tried to have actual sex you came all over my ass after just 3 pumps. Remember? I had an amazing laugh. But I wasn't done there. I started making you wear diapers while rubbing your pathetic dick trough them, and not only did it make you eve more sensitive to the soft padding, but it also made you associate Pampers with sexual relief. Once I realized that, I started setting triggers for you. Initially I would rub your diaper naked as usual, but then I started wearing lingerine, then sport shorts and a top, and then just regular, baggy clothes. In the end the only parts of me you'd see were my hands andmy face. I guess that's why now you cream your diapies when I give you a certain look.

Then it came the diaper training. It was easy regressing your bladder muscles to give you the capacity of a 4 years old. You went from wet boxers to training panties, to Pull Ups, to full diapers.

Now that I've made both your dick and your bladder underdeveloped, I can't help but enjoy how helpless and cute you've become. Now let's go sweetie, my friends are waiting for us.

*Hissssssss*

Oh my, baby, did you just go potty? Well, at least you won't have to meet them with a creamy diaper beetween your legs. Lay down sweetie, let's change your padded bum.

Top image credit to: @zcelebrate

[stinky-in-pinky]

“There,” she said cheerfully, as the small silver lock snapped shut over the 3D-printed bracket. “Now there won’t be any more confusion about where you’re allowed to go.”

He stared down at it, heart sinking. No more pleading. No more hovering near the edge of control. The porcelain throne, the last symbol of adulthood in his life, was sealed—off-limits.

“You’ll get used to it,” she said as she gave his diaper a firm pat. “It’s what they’re for, baby.”

And he did get used to it, in a way. The warmth. The crinkle. The slow squish of inevitability. She started timing his changes strictly—twice a day, no exceptions. He’d fill them. She’d decide when to deal with it.

But he still had his chastity cage. Locked, yes, but there were moments when it pulsed with pressure, when he could still feel something. Hope, maybe. Need.

That, too, became a problem.

One morning she found him grinding his padded crotch against the side of the playpen, flushed and whimpering.

“That’s enough of that.”

The cage stayed, but now it was tighter. Crueler. She added a secondary lock to the waistband of his onesie, keeping wandering hands firmly out. “You don’t get to pretend it’s yours anymore,” she told him.

He cried that night. She cradled him. Rocked him. Told him everything would be okay.

And, for a while, it was. There was still the wand.

She would let him use it sometimes—on her terms. Sometimes while he squirmed in his soggy padding, twitching and desperate. Sometimes while he watched her, humiliated, knowing he couldn’t finish.

But he still had it. Until he didn’t.

One day, after he begged, she walked in holding the power plug… with a padlock clamped firmly around its prongs.

The cage was containment. The wand? That was mercy. And mercy’s been revoked.

He wanted to protest. To scream. But she just slipped the pacifier into his mouth, and that was that.

TV? Parental locks. Cartoons only. Volume capped. Channel access pin-coded.

Snacks? Locked cabinet. His shelf held only squeeze pouches and formula bottles. Everything else—chips, cookies, sodas—were for big boys. And he wasn’t one.

One by one, the doors in his world closed.

One by one, the locks clicked.

Toilet. Cage. Wand. Pantry. Television. Autonomy.

And now, as he sat on the floor, soggy and silenced, chewing his locking pacifier gag and watching brightly colored animals dance on the screen, he felt the weight of it all.

Everything was locked.

Except the one thing that no one could close: his eyes.

But he kept those locked on the the screen with the dancing purple dinosaur.

[lokilion]

I want to be immersed in the unfair aspects of being a baby.

The hours spent in the playpen with nothing but baby toys. Mommy was extremely concerned when she saw that the toddler toys you were playing with were rated ages 2-5, and since then your playpen has been filled with soft sensory toys that encourage exploring texture, sound, and other play more fitting for a 12 month old.

Meal after meal of jarred baby food of every type, only ever washed down by the blandest of baby formula on a strict bottle schedule. The airplane game was fun when it was applesauce and baby oatmeal, but mommy and daddy have been insistent about "growing your palette". Chicken and gravy, green beans, turkey dinner, have all become frequent staples in your new diet.

Television for toddlers for when your very good, being made to sing babble around your paci and clap your mittened hands to yet another episode of the wiggles, or worse yet cocomelon.

The 12 hour minimum sleep schedule that has you in your crib half of everyday, swaddled tightly on your back like a newborn for naps and early bedtimes, only ever interrupted for your late night feeding of formula.

You wanted to be a baby, but you should be careful what you wish for.

[smolbailey]

need this pls

[infantilebliss]

Not sure if this is even enough for a little one like @smolbailey since it expects that she is even mature enough for that. Such a silly baby would probably still find ways to hurt herself. Not to mention the amount of messes she will make having all of her food fall down her lips into her bibby, and she would still be sleepy and cranky after only 12 hours of sleep.

The little shark is better off going even further in strictness, for her own health and happiness~ 16 hours of sleep at least, with multiple naps a day to make sure that the little toe muncher that isn't even mature enough to crawl around without getting tuckered out is needed so that she can have enough energy to grab her toes and slap at her plush toys~ All of her toys should be extra large and extra plush so that the baby doesn't choke on any of them nor tumble onto a plastic and cause themselves to mewl in surprise and pain... just massive plushies, stuffed teethers, and fabric toys that keep the baby safe and entertained~ Most of her babyfood should be replaced with bottles as her primary meals, since she can't be trusted with using her lips for anything without making a big mess, since she is going to be coated with drool all over her face.

Just a simple infant that needs to be treated as she is. Treating her as 12 months is already way too mature for the little one... I don't think that even 6 months is the right age for the little pamper packer. I'm sure the adult infant would be happy being constantly coddled and dressed as if she can't be expected to do anything for herself, being taken cared of and pampered without her ever using her pretty head to think of doing anything for herself~

[adultbabystories]

Today you look like a cute baby boy. If someone walked in, he would see a perfect little baby boy, that knows his place around real men. A submissive precious tyke who is happily playing with his new favorite stuffed animal, while he waits for his man to change his wet diaper into a fresh one. 

Definitely a boy, certainly not a man. But it wasn’t always like this.

You gave your regressors a good fight at first. You hated the way they had begun to treat you. Like you are a boy who needed their special treatment. You tried to argue, you tried to yell, you tried to cry. All led to a firm bare bottom spanking. But they knew how to manipulate you, even how to turn you on, getting you to think you wanted to be treated as a boy. At some point, they made you come to the changing mat all by yourself. They used sexual pleasure as a tool, one thing led to the other, and you found yourself sexually excited by the baby treatment. Eventually, you loved it all. The diapers, the toys, the bottle, the pacifier, the clothing. But most of all, the way the treated you, how they teased you. One day, after you’ve been played with all day long, as a baby, and as a toy, they let you hump your diaper and make stickies while they watched a game. After they saw you came, one of them opened the diaper, cleaned you up, and while you were still hazed, he locked you in chastity. I took you by a total surprise. When you tried to protest, a pacifier was shoved into your mouth, and you were told to keep quiet or else. You knew better, and went silent, while your caged little penis was diapered again.

Today if someone will see you, he would just see the cute baby boy that they mold you to be.

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Some boys like @ladlylad-pupwindel need to learn their place in the hard way.

[hbombcollector]

[gentle-switch-uation]

Is that good, hmm? Is that yummy, baby? That’s right, suck quietly on your baby formula honey. Mommy can give you some milk later, I’m on an important zoom call for work. Now that I’m supporting both of us and making sure your nursery has stacks and stacks of diapers, stuffies, toys, a crib and changing table and never ending baby supplies , it’s extra important that mommy is focused with her big important job. Shhh Baby, don’t fuss or I’ll have to put you down in your crib, hmm, is that what you want? I’ll have to turn the baby monitor on for my cutie. Now no fussing, drink up and just be the little tiny baby mommy wants you to be.

[dumbbnuuy]

Downsides of being in the infant section at the Re-School Daycare: The burning jealousy from seeing how the "Big Kids" (toddlers) get to watch Sofia the First or Bluey or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse... While all you get is hours and hours of Barney and Cocomelon from your bouncer >///<

[babyeeveesstuff]

Dreaming about losing my big things and having them all replaced with little versions by my mommy 🍼

No more front seat in the car, mamas bought you a special car booster seat baba! Let’s get your diaper booty buckled up safe in the back princess 💕

No more eating at the table like a grown up! Nuh uh, you’re way too little for that. Here’s your new high chair, and look! A locking tray, to catch all your messes! Go ahead and fuss all you want but this is how you’ll be eating your nanners and appy slices from now on sweetie 💕

We can’t have your little diaper butt making messes on the couch baba! That’s way too grown up for you, so mama bought you a playpen! Here’s your stuffies, and all your blocks, and your sippy… got everything? Perfect, sit down and play quietly crinkle tush, mommy’s gonna call her grown up friends. Those bars should keep you from getting out and getting in trouble 💕

And of course, only going tinkle in your baby pants from now on. The toilet is a privilege you lost long ago when you asked your mommy to pamper you and treat you this way 💕

Pleeease just take away my choice, leave me no other option but to obey you and your authority over me while you casually regress me like it’s the most normal thing in the world 🍼

We both know I love being yours and you love that I’m yours to own 💕