Velan

18+. A 40-ish year-old little from Finland. I'm into diapers, ageplay and other kind of odd stuff with some of them being NSFW. Feel free to contact me! #ageplay #AKDL #ABDL #diapers

[lil-diapered-dolly]

twirling like a princess in my sundress! this counts as a diaper check, right??

[bb-elsie]

my friendly fantasy . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ᯓ★

[bb-elsie]

Better luck next time ◡̈ ◡̈ ◡̈

[tobias-north-dl]

I love these before bed and after bed comparisons. Its so cool to see how much the diaper has puffed up throughout the night.🥵💦

[tobias-north-dl]

The difference a good nights sleep can make. 🤔

First picture is from last night, second is this morning. 💦💛

[littlexballerine]

A quiet, peaceful spot in the garden, nestled in the soft shade of the overhanging trees. There she lies on a blanket, completely lost in her own little world, carefully coloring with her favorite pencils.

She gently shifts, making a soft, sweet crinkle. Her thick, candy-patterned padding is full on display as she concentrates on her pages, looking so small, safe, and perfectly content. Just a sweet little girl, entirely untroubled by the big world outside. 🎀✨🍭

Onesie: @onesiesdownunder

Diapie: @landofgenielittle

[diaperedpuppet]

morning outfit 🫣

[hypnocatabdl]

Why does it feel so mushy? 😳 💩

[prettyprettypaci3]

🚽

Simulating urge incontinence with strict toilet discipline.

I write a program that sets random alarms for you throughout the day. Your smart watch vibrates...

1-2 times an hour while you're awake

2-3 times in the middle of the night

The moment you feel the vibration, you must stop whatever you're doing and rush to the nearest toilet. It doesn't matter if you don't have to pee; the alarm won't stop until you email my bot a timestamped photo of your panties around your ankles as you squat on the potty for the umpteenth time.

After two or three days, you're exhausted and frustrated. You can't get anything done. You can't get a good night's sleep. Every decision in your life revolves around making sure you're never too far from a toilet.

By the end of the week, you just want your life back. You want to be free from the stupid fucking toilet. And you know my price for ending the game.

You squirm and blush and stare at the floor, clenching your teeth and fighting back tears...as you quietly ask me to diaper you.

[destinedfordiapers]

This game is also known as the DestinedforDiapers Experience Simulator™️

[not-your-reach]

🩷 My New Blanky...

Hmmm....now what else do I need?? 🙈

[thepaddedswitch]

Scenario living rent free in my head today:

A mommy “helping” her little boy with potty training. Bringing him to the bathroom, sliding his pull-ups down, and holding his thingy for him as she shows him how big boys pee standing up. Just as his stream is starting to slow down, she yanks his pull-ups back up, forcing the last quarter of his bladder to empty into his pants. As her little boy whines about it, she’d say “I don’t know what you mean baby. You were done!”, while making sure he washes his hands properly. Later, she’ll “discover” that his pull-up is wet and use that as proof that he should go back to diapers.

[thepaddedswitch]

Update: still living in my head rent free WITH bonus ideas for mommy’s to “help” potty train their littles

- Mommy helping her little boy stay hydrated in the hot summer weather by bringing him extra sippy cups of water throughout the day.

- Keeping the little on a STRICT potty schedule. Only allowing access to the bathroom once every 2-3 hours because if they can’t hold it for that long then they aren’t ready for pull-ups!

- Frequently checking the littles pull-ups for any signs of wetness, to the point that it’s a constant distraction for the little. “I wouldn’t have to check so often if I didn’t have to worry about you leaking! Maybe you should wear something thicker?”

- When he does make it to the potty, making him sit there for a while to make sure he’s “actually done” and wasting his precious playtime.

Basically, mommy doing everything in her power to make pull-ups and potty training an inconvenience to get her little boy back into diapers where he belongs.

[thepaddedswitch]

Underrated scenario:

Little that is caught by their CG wearing big kid underwear when they should be in diapers! There’s just sooo many ways the CG can make the little regret their decision

A spanking over their underwear would be a good reminder that their thick diapers offer much more protection!

Give the little extra fluids and lock the bathroom door. See how long it takes them to come begging you for their diapers!

Put a diaper on over their big kid undies! Wet undies are very uncomfortable so when the little inevitably wets their pants they’ll be begging you to take them off!

Give the little a wedgie and leave it on display as you send them off to some well deserved corner time! Don’t forget to give their undies a little tug every few minutes to remind them why they are there!

Allow them to use the potty, but make them keep their underwear on when they go! Have them pull their pants back up over their wet undies and make them write 10 reasons why they should be put back in diapers before changing them out of their peepee stained clothes.

Edge them over their big kid underwear. Sounds counterproductive but bringing them up to edge just to deny them an orgasm will leave them a fussy and leaky mess. The second they leave a little wet spot on their undies make sure to point out their “accident” and get them properly protected!

Regardless of which path they choose, it should always end with the little being put back into diapers where they belong and forced to watch the CG toss their big kid underwear in the trash while waving bye-bye!

[thepaddedswitch]

I finished all my chores so I was allowed to use the big boy potty! But, I kinda sorta didn’t need it by then 😵‍💫

[kayqueuetee]

All you have to do is change one single word. Instead of allowing your little to say "can you change my diaper" require them to ask "can you check my diaper"

All of a sudden they seem so much more helpless, they don't even know if they need a change or not. They just seem so unsure all of a sudden. Even if their intention is to get it changed you've turned a request into them asking for help and that is adorable.

[thepaddedswitch]

Being A Big Boy is Hard Work

(An abdl/mdlb short story. All characters are consenting adults. This is my first attempt at writing a mdlb story. Comments and critique are welcome!)

“Can I pleasssssse go to the bathroom!”

“Hmmm, nope!”

This was the third time I’d asked in the past thirty minutes. I paced the living room with my hands pressed between my legs, doing what most people would recognize as a potty dance. This morning, after plenty of begging, Mommy had finally agreed to let me wear my big-boy underwear today instead of my normal diapers—but only if I asked for permission before using the bathroom. She had been kind so far, permitting me to go immediately when asked the first two times. But this time was different.

“But, I really need to go!”

She looks up from her phone with a smirk. “You just went an hour ago! Big boys should be able to hold it. Maybe it was a mistake to allow you to wear undies today. We should’ve just put you in diapers.”

“But, you’ve given me so many sippy cups today! That’s not fair!”

“I didn't force you to drink all of them. Part of being a big boy is taking responsibility for your actions.”

I'm practically vibrating from the immense pressure on my bladder. I consider making a run for the bathroom, but the memory of the spanking I got last time I used the potty without permission quickly reminds me how poor of a decision that would be.

“Pretty please?!? I really gotta go! I’ll do anything.”

The smile that spreads across her face at my words makes me regret them instantly. In my desperation, I’ve unwittingly handed her exactly the leverage she wanted.

“Anything, huh? I think I can work with that.”

She rises from the couch with unhurried grace and begins circling me, her gaze never leaving me as my desperation grows with every passing second. She taps a finger against her cheek, pretending to weigh her options, though the faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth tells a different story. Unlike me, she isn't racing against the clock. She has all the time in the world and she knows it.

"Oh, I've got it." A grin spreads across her face. "You want something from me, so I should get something in return. That's only fair, isn't it?"

She grips the sides of her shorts and panties and slowly lowers them to the ground before stepping out of them.

“How about this, little boy. I will give you permission to use the potty once you use that cute little mouth of yours to help Mommy cum.”

She walks back to the couch and gently lowers herself onto the cushions, her legs spread wide. Desperate, I quickly nod my head and start to make my way over to her.

“Nuh uh, baby. Down on all fours. Crawl to mama.”

As I go to kneel down on the floor, the sudden movement causes my bladder to spasm, but I hold on, barely avoiding an accident. As fast as I can, I crawl on my hands and knees to my position on the floor in front of Mommy and get to work, eager to complete this task ASAP so I can go to the bathroom. Suddenly, she grabs me by my hair and forces me to look up at her.

“Why are you in such a rush, honey? You know Mommy likes it when you take your time. Try again.”

A frustrated whine escapes me, but I know she's right. If satisfying her is the only way I'm getting to the toilet with dry pants, then I have to push my desperation aside. No matter how badly I need to go, I have to do this right. I begin again, this time starting with soft kisses on her inner thighs and slowly making my way inward. Her hand alternates between playing with my hair and leading me where she wants me to go.

After a few minutes, she raises her legs and rests them on top of my shoulders, effectively pinning my head between her thighs. The sudden movement and pressure startles me and a little dribble escapes into my pants. I pause momentarily as I strain to contain the rest of my bladder.

“Keep going sweetie! You’re doing such a good job!”

I fight through my desperation and continue pleasuring mommy. Just when I’m reaching my limit, her moans grow louder, her hand pushing me deeper into her, and her thighs squeeze together locking my head in place. As she climaxes, my bladder reaches its limit and I begin soaking my pants as well as the floor beneath me. Her moans of pleasure and mine of relief echo throughout the quiet apartment.

A small stream is still running down my legs as she shifts her legs back on the floor and uses her hand to gently lift my chin up so that my eyes are meeting hers.

“You did so good baby.” She’s say, before glancing downward, seemingly acknowledging my accident for the first time. “Oh honey, you were so close to making it to the potty. And such a big accident too! I think a certain little man has lost his big boy underwear privileges for the day!”

“But, mommy—”

“No buts mister! Let’s go get you cleaned up and into a nice thick diapee! If you’re good, and after we clean up the puddle you left on the floor, Mommy just might help you make a sticky in your diaper while you nurse on a bottle.”

With that, she stands, takes my hand, and leads me toward the bedroom. My wet pants, now rapidly cooling, cling uncomfortably to my legs with every step. I keep a pout on my face, but deep down, I'm secretly relieved to be going back into my soft, crinkly diapers. Being a big boy is hard work.

[thepaddedswitch]

Being A Big Boy is Hard Work

(An abdl/mdlb short story. All characters are consenting adults. This is my first attempt at writing a mdlb story. Comments and critique are welcome!)

“Can I pleasssssse go to the bathroom!”

“Hmmm, nope!”

This was the third time I’d asked in the past thirty minutes. I paced the living room with my hands pressed between my legs, doing what most people would recognize as a potty dance. This morning, after plenty of begging, Mommy had finally agreed to let me wear my big-boy underwear today instead of my normal diapers—but only if I asked for permission before using the bathroom. She had been kind so far, permitting me to go immediately when asked the first two times. But this time was different.

“But, I really need to go!”

She looks up from her phone with a smirk. “You just went an hour ago! Big boys should be able to hold it. Maybe it was a mistake to allow you to wear undies today. We should’ve just put you in diapers.”

“But, you’ve given me so many sippy cups today! That’s not fair!”

“I didn't force you to drink all of them. Part of being a big boy is taking responsibility for your actions.”

I'm practically vibrating from the immense pressure on my bladder. I consider making a run for the bathroom, but the memory of the spanking I got last time I used the potty without permission quickly reminds me how poor of a decision that would be.

“Pretty please?!? I really gotta go! I’ll do anything.”

The smile that spreads across her face at my words makes me regret them instantly. In my desperation, I’ve unwittingly handed her exactly the leverage she wanted.

“Anything, huh? I think I can work with that.”

She rises from the couch with unhurried grace and begins circling me, her gaze never leaving me as my desperation grows with every passing second. She taps a finger against her cheek, pretending to weigh her options, though the faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth tells a different story. Unlike me, she isn't racing against the clock. She has all the time in the world and she knows it.

"Oh, I've got it." A grin spreads across her face. "You want something from me, so I should get something in return. That's only fair, isn't it?"

She grips the sides of her shorts and panties and slowly lowers them to the ground before stepping out of them.

“How about this, little boy. I will give you permission to use the potty once you use that cute little mouth of yours to help Mommy cum.”

She walks back to the couch and gently lowers herself onto the cushions, her legs spread wide. Desperate, I quickly nod my head and start to make my way over to her.

“Nuh uh, baby. Down on all fours. Crawl to mama.”

As I go to kneel down on the floor, the sudden movement causes my bladder to spasm, but I hold on, barely avoiding an accident. As fast as I can, I crawl on my hands and knees to my position on the floor in front of Mommy and get to work, eager to complete this task ASAP so I can go to the bathroom. Suddenly, she grabs me by my hair and forces me to look up at her.

“Why are you in such a rush, honey? You know Mommy likes it when you take your time. Try again.”

A frustrated whine escapes me, but I know she's right. If satisfying her is the only way I'm getting to the toilet with dry pants, then I have to push my desperation aside. No matter how badly I need to go, I have to do this right. I begin again, this time starting with soft kisses on her inner thighs and slowly making my way inward. Her hand alternates between playing with my hair and leading me where she wants me to go.

After a few minutes, she raises her legs and rests them on top of my shoulders, effectively pinning my head between her thighs. The sudden movement and pressure startles me and a little dribble escapes into my pants. I pause momentarily as I strain to contain the rest of my bladder.

“Keep going sweetie! You’re doing such a good job!”

I fight through my desperation and continue pleasuring mommy. Just when I’m reaching my limit, her moans grow louder, her hand pushing me deeper into her, and her thighs squeeze together locking my head in place. As she climaxes, my bladder reaches its limit as well and I begin soaking my pants as well as the floor beneath me. Her moans of pleasure and mine of relief echo throughout the quiet apartment.

A small stream is still running down my legs as she shifts her legs back on the floor and uses her hand to gently lift my chin up so that my eyes are meeting hers.

“You did so good baby.” She’s say, before glancing downward, seemingly acknowledging my accident for the first time. “Oh honey, you were so close to making it to the potty. And such a big accident too! I think a certain little man has lost his big boy underwear privileges for the day!”

“But, mommy—”

“No buts mister! Let’s go get you cleaned up and into a nice thick diapee! If you’re good, and after we clean up the puddle you left on the floor, Mommy just might help you make a sticky in your diaper while you nurse on a bottle.”

With that, she stands, takes my hand, and leads me toward the bedroom. My wet pants, now rapidly cooling, cling uncomfortably to my legs with every step. I keep a pout on my face, but deep down, I'm secretly relieved to be going back into my soft, crinkly diapers. Being a big boy is hard work.

[thesugarylittle]

Pampers baby 🍼🍼

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