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daisybunz

why I belong in diapers

I belong in diapers because I have accidents in my big girl panties

I belong in diapers because I feel safe in them

I belong in diapers because I look cute in them

I belong in diapers because I like pooping my pants

I belong in diapers because I’m too stupid to make it to the potty in time

I belong in diapers because I’m immature

I belong in diapers because I love my diapers

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Fun in the Sun, a MDLB Story

I've been feeling a bit funky with this kink recently, so sorry for my absence (as if many of you frantically refresh your tumblr feeds waiting for my content lol). Here's a story that is different from what I usually post, so let me know if you like it!

Alan was busily playing with the makeshift water table he had made in the backyard with his girlfriend Emily, splashing buckets, playing with floaty toys, and other things. He was dressed in nothing but a diaper, and it was sopping wet from both his pee and the water. Emily was having fun with her baby, too, and she chose to dress in a one-piece bathing suit and a big floppy sunhat because it made her feel extra “Mommy.” She laughed at his antics and played along, enjoying Alan’s regression. Eventually, she leaned over and felt her ward’s diaper.

“Goodness, me, pumpkin! I think it’s time to get you a change. Your diaper is about to burst!”

Alan giggled while Emily went to get the diaper bag, setting up the changing station underneath the shade of their tree. After she laid the beach towel out she went back over to him.

“Can we take a break from playing and change your diaper, baby? You’ve been playing for an awfully long time.”

Alan yawned and nodded his head in response. Taking his hand, the two went over to the changing mat with Alan awkwardly waddling.

Alan lay down on the beach towel, belly up, while Emily sat on her knees and smiled at him. She pulled out a pacifier and placed it in his mouth, then lay beside him, kissing him on the cheek. As he babbled her love for him grew, and she re-positioned herself, laying on her side and pushing her breasts into his arm and her crotch into his waist. She kissed him on the cheek again. And again. Then she slowly brought her hand down and reached into his wet diaper. Finding his penis, she re-positioned it so it pointed upward. It was already starting to get hard. Emily began stroking it while kissing him. He began to make little moans and sounds from behind his pacifier, while she talked him through it.

“That’s it, baby. It’s ok. Mommy’s here. Go ahead, make big stickies in your soaking wet diapers. Just like that. Good baby. Ah. Yea, I know it feels good. Mommy loves making you feel good.”

Alan’s breathing became more intense. His hand, sandwiched between Emily’s body and his own, twitched, and Emily moved without letting go of his cock, letting him reach behind her. He hugged her closer, grabbing her ass. Emily kept stroking.

“That’s it, baby. I know, big sensations. That’s right, grab onto Mommy. That’s right, just like that. Mommy’s here.”

Alan tensed and stopped breathing for a second as Mommy felt the heat of his cum splatter over her fingers. He then groaned a big throaty growl as he exhaled behind his pacifier, spent. Emily kept stroking a bit longer before stopping, keeping her hand inside his diaper while she kissed him passionately all over his face.

“That’s my good boy. That’s my good boy!”

After a moment, Emily pulled out her hand and cleaned off any residue with a wet wipe, then began untaping her boyfriend’s used diaper. Alan was spent, and he drowsily accepted a change without any fuss, blissed out, responding well to commands to lift his bottom or legs up for powdering and wiping. Soon he was in a nice dry diaper. Emily noticed him rubbing his eyes.

“Someone’s sleepy from all that fun in the sun! Why don’t we head inside and have a bottle and a nap, huh mister?” Emily said, patting the front of his dry diaper. Alan smiled behind his pacifier and nodded, eyes still closed.

daisybunz

why I belong in diapers

I belong in diapers because I have accidents in my big girl panties

I belong in diapers because I feel safe in them

I belong in diapers because I look cute in them

I belong in diapers because I like pooping my pants

I belong in diapers because I’m too stupid to make it to the potty in time

I belong in diapers because I’m immature

I belong in diapers because I love my diapers

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The little hippos 🦛 can help supervise my diaper 💟 I love my Happy Hippo Onesie from @onesiesdownunder

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The sisters in swim diapers and cute bikinis and floaties at the pool embarassed cuz it’s the first time going there since there mommy decided they should be babies again

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Made a friend today

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Make Me Little

I don’t want to be a grown-up right now, so I need your help to make little again.

Take off my clothes. My grown-up clothes. I’m so exhausted from being an adult that I need you to do it for me. Please, take everything off slowly. I want to savior every moment of this transformation, for it alone helps ease my distress.

The last piece of grown-up clothing to go will be my panties. I bet they’ll be damp, but from what? It doesn’t matter, because I won’t be needing them anymore. I don’t want them anymore.

For that moment I’ll be naked, and I don’t like to be naked. It has nothing to do with being shy or self-conscious. I’m in my safe place and on my way to being little, so though grown-up feelings no longer exits. I just need something against my body to cling too and bring me comfort. A security blanket. Except what I want isn’t a blanket. It’s a diaper.

Make me ask for it. Make ask you to change me into diaper. Make me tell you how much I love my diapers. Make me tell you how much I need and want them.

“Please, please change me into diaper. I don’t want to be a big girl anymore.” “I want wear big, thick diapers that make me waddle when I walk.” “I love how my diaper feels on me. Especially when you rub and pat my diaper.” “I’m too little for big girl panties and surely make puddles on the floor without the protection of a diaper.” “When I go potty in my diapers it feel so warm and wonderful. I want diaper to become bloated and I won’t to change it till it sags down to floor.” “I want to be a naughty little girl who needs diapers. Please, please put me in a diaper. Please”

The sound of a crinkling diaper always gives me butterflies. They’re the good kind of butterflies. The butterflies that make my stomach and my whole body tingle. Especially tingling down there.

Please, please pick me up, even if you’re just going to set me down again. When you set me down to put me in a diaper I’ll be good. I won’t kick or fuss, not even when the cold wipes tease my privates.

Tease me. Take your time. Make your movements slow and careful. Stop just to coo and baby-talk me. That will always make me blush and want to hide my face.

Praise me or scold me. It doesn’t matter. Am I a good baby for being so patient during my change? Or… Am I a naughty baby for needing diapers and wanting to wet them? Again, it doesn’t matter. Both will make me squirm and wiggle due to the overwhelming amount of butterflies in me.

Back to the diaper change~

Lotion and powder are a must. They smell so wonderful and further help start to shift into my little-place. They also require rubbing. A delicate gentle touch down there will always make me purr.

I’m ready. I’m so ready.

Once the diaper is on the contract is sealed. A big diaper for a little girl. I’m a little baby now and you’re charge.

My transformation will be complete. The diaper hides any hints of being an adult.

I’ll be Little. I’ll be your Little. Take good care of me, okay?