Hi! I'm waffflecones! I'm a 30-something guy into abdl, ddlg, and sometimes mdlb (when you can get me to admit it). My pronouns are he/him, I'm single, and I live in New York.
This blog is 18+ only.
Below are some of my more popular stories and other posts that you might enjoy. Also, feel free to ask me literally anything.
Stories
Sunday Morning part one, part two, and part three
Ice Cream Diaper Girl
The Big Girl Challenge
His Brave Girl
Shorter text posts
Send her to bed early...
I'm not doing it because I'm mean...
You know what's hotter than checking her diaper?
Let's sleep in until noon...
Come stand next to me while I'm working at my desk...
Let's get in bed and I'll touch you through your PJs...
which parts are from real life if you don't mind saying?
The idea for the story was inspired by a trip to Hawaii I took with my ex who was a really nervous about flying over the ocean. There were no diapers or an overt ddlg dynamic in that relationship, but taking care of her before and during the flight brought out a lot of my daddy energy.
At the very end, the girl asking if she could suck her thumb was inspired by a different ex who I was in an abdl/ddlg relationship with. She always asked me permission to suck her thumb. It wasn't something I told her she had to ask permission for (I would never make that rule!) but I think thumb sucking felt so babyish to her that she wanted some affirmation before doing it. And I always thought that was really sweet.
Finally, I've been stuck in NYC traffic in the back of a taxi plenty of times. And sometimes a diaper would have been very useful!
This story had been sitting in my drafts for over a year! Then yesterday I read @princessofnuance's adorable story about a diaper-dependent pop star and her manager accidentally stumbling into some ddlg vibes and it reminded me that I had this story in the works.
Switch brain is confusing. I woke up this morning thinking I'd maybe enjoy a diaper tonight. But then I got hit with inspiration and spent the afternoon writing a ddlg story, so now I just want to take care of someone cute.
She clung to his arm like a koala as their plane sat at the end of the runway, San Francisco Bay barely visible through the thick fog outside the oval window.
"The pilots can see, right?" she asked.
"Yes, baby," he responded, kissing her on the temple. "Hundreds of planes fly in and out of this fog every day."
She knew that, but her fear of flying wasn't calmed by facts. This was the first time she's been on a plane since she had to fly to her uncle's funeral four years ago. And that flight was barely more than 90 minutes. When she took off today, she would be in the air for nearly six hours. And thenâunless a wing fell of the plane or the pilots both had heart attacks or gravity suddenly decided to become twice as strongâshe would land in New York City.
The plane began to accelerate. She hugged his arm tighter as they sped down the runway and started to tilt upward. She shifted in her seat, the crinkle of her diaper masked by the hum of the engines. And they were in the sky.
****
Three months earlier, on a typically gloomy San Francisco morning, they lazed in bed together, tapping and scrolling on their phones.
"If I went to that conference in New York, would you come with me?" she asked.
He turned slowly in her direction, his face displaying a mix of shock and amusement, as if she had just asked, "if I became a lion tamer, would you come to my circus?"
"New York?" he asked in response. "New York the city that's all the way on the other side of the country? Shall we make the journey by boat or by steam engine?"
"I'm serious! Getting asked to speak at this conference is a really big deal and I feel silly saying no just because I'd have to fly. So I was thinking that, as long as you were there with me and as long as I could wear my seatbelt the whole time, I could probably deal with the airplane."
He was flooded with affection and admiration for her.
"Of course I'll come with you," he said, rolling on his side to face her. "I would love to come with you! I'll go anywhere with you! But may I respectfully point out one potential issue with this plan?"
"You may." She pecked him on the lips. "Respectfully."
"Respectfully, you have the world's smallest bladder. You pee every 15 minutes. I don't want to discourage you from making this trip, but sweetie, you're going to have to be okay with taking your seatbelt off a few times. It's perfectly safe."
"Nope, seatbelt will be staying on. I'll figure it out."
"Baby, figure what out? Are you not going to have anything to drink for a day before the flight? I know you're not skipping coffee. You get grouchy when you skip coffee."
"Hey!" She swatted him on the arm. "I am not grouchy when I skip coffee. I'm grumpy. There's a difference. Anyway, I have a plan. Would you like to hear my plan?"
"Okay, Miss Grump, let's hear your plan."
"It's a serious plan. So no laughing."
He lowered his eyebrows to make a serious face. "I'm ready. Serious plan."
"I'm going to buy diapers," she declared. "Really, really big diapers."
Despite her instructions, he laughed. (How could he not?) And he rolled on top of her. "I love you so much. You're a weird girl. Respectfully."
She kissed him. "I love you too. Thank you for coming with me. And thank you for going along with my plan."
****
The taxi crawled through traffic on its way to the hotel. This was her first time in New York and there was no way she was getting in an Uber when there was a line of iconic yellow NYC taxis waiting outside the airport.
"I feel like Annie," she mused, gazing out the window at the dusky Manhattan skyline rising in the distance.
"The orphan?" he asked.
"Yeah, she comes to New York and sings a whole song about it."
"I'm so happy that you worked up the courage to get on the flight. And I can't believe you slept through almost the whole thing. I watched two whole movies while you were zonked out."
"I just felt really comfy and safe with you next to me," she said. "Plus, it's impossible to be nervous when you're asleep."
He rubbed her thigh and lowered his voice to a whisper. "May I ask you a very personal question?"
She locked eyes with him. She knew the question already.
"It's absolutely soaked." she said, giggling at the absurdity of actually going through with her "plan."
She took his hand and put it between her legs.
He pressed his fingers into her swollen padding. It was thick and heavy, firm and a little squishy. "Wow baby, how many times did you pee?"
She shushed him and motioned to the cab driver. "I told you! I bought the most absorbent ones I could find."
"These are the diapers they make just for girls with plans to wet their pants on airplanes?" he teased.
"Yep!" she said. "Exactly what it said on the package. And this wasn't part of the plan, but maybe they're for airplanes and also taxis stuck in traffic."
"World's smallest bladder," he said. "We gotta get you in the Guinness Book."
****
The conference organizers put her up in a five-star hotel, in a room on the 38th floor with big windows framing a view of the city, a beautiful jumble of buildings.
Just after three in the morning, he woke up to find himself alone in the hotel's king bed. He spotted her standing at the window in her sleep shirt and no bottoms, her butt cheeks peeking below its hem.
"Giving the neighbors a show?" he asked, with vocal cords that were still half asleep.
She smiled and turned to him. "Hey. Why are you awake?"
"Why are you awake?" he responded. "You have a big day tomorrow."
"I think I'm awake precisely because I have a big day tomorrow," she said. "I don't know. It's going to be a big crowd and all of the other speakers have presented at big conferences like this before and I wanna do a good job and I'm just anxious."
He got out of bed and joined her at the window. He held her around her waist from behind.
"Baby, you were such a brave girl getting on the plane this morning. I was so proud of you. You're always giving me reasons to be proud of you. You can do anything."
"Thank you," she said, leaning her back into his big chest. "It was really helpful to have you there with me."
"You're so welcome, baby. Can I suggest something that I think will help you feel better?"
"Yeah," she said, turning around in his arms to face him.
"Do you think maybe the reason you felt relaxed enough to fall asleep on the plane was the diaper? Like maybe it helped you feel safe and calm, even if it was subconscious?"
He knew it was a vulnerable question and he pulled her in closer while she thought. After a few beats of silence, he lifted her chin with his thumb and felt tears on her cheeks.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. It was just a thought. I didn't mean to imply..." he trailed off, not quite sure what he didn't mean to imply.
"No," she said through sniffles. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just so embarrassing. I'm so embarrassed. As soon as I got dressed in that diaper this morning it was so good and comfy. I didn't want to tell you that because I don't really know what to make of it and... I don't know. It's obviously really embarrassing. I'm sorry."
He hugged her tight, his hand pressing into her back to bring her little body all the way into his.
"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Not with me. Nothing is embarrassing with me, okay?"
"But..." she began to respond, but he stopped her.
"Baby, there's no but. You have nothing to be embarrassed of in this room with me right now. Do you understand?"
It didn't matter that she was still embarrassed. He was giving her no choice but to agree.
"I understand," she conceded.
"Good girl," he said. "Now, we need to get you to sleep for your big day tomorrow. Do you think your diapers might help you get to sleep?"
She nodded.
"I think so too. Do you want to put your diaper on yourself or do you want me to do it for you?"
"You," she said softly. She was surprised how easy the decision was.
"Perfect. Let's get my brave girl in her diaper for the night" he said, kissing her forehead. "Lie on the bed for me. I'll be right there."
****
The iPhone alarm woke them at eight. Disoriented and groggy, they turned to each other for their usual morning cuddles. As their bodies tangled, he felt her warm diaper against his thigh and remembered last night.
"Did you have a good sleep, baby?" he asked.
"Mmhmmmmm!" she responded, sleepy and content.
"Good," he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
As their eyes woke up, they took each other in. They didn't quite have the words for it yet, but they both saw that they'd found something new in their relationship. Something deep and intimate and special and fun. They kissed.
"I'm not supposed to be embarrassed with you, right?" she asked.
"Never," he answered.
"Can I suck my thumb while you cuddle me for a little bit?"
"Of course, baby."
He watched her intently as her hand found its way to her face and she sealed her lips around her little thumb. She closed her eyes and felt him rubbing her diapered bottom while she gently sucked, thinking about everything that's possible for a girl who's not embarrassed.
(this is a work of ddlg fiction. all characters are consenting adults!!!! also, i have no idea what pop starsâ managers actually do. itâs probably not change their diapers oops
also yall, why did i tear up writing this? i want a daddy so badly, i guess the yearning just came bubbling out)
âthis is the biggest show youâve ever played,â gracieâs tour manager logan said, striding into her dressing room. he was holding a packet of her favorite strawberry lemonade electrolytes. she hadnât even asked for them, yet here he was: always knowing exactly what she needed before she even asked.
âhow many people?â gracie asked as she scrutinized herself in the vanity mirror, touching up the makeup under her eyes.
âclose to 25,000.â
gracie shot logan a look. âno fucking way.â
âlanguage.â logan said back.
it was an inside joke between them. logan was quite a bit older than gracie. a grumpy bearded man in his 40s who saw gracie as somewhat of a daughter figure.
the first time heâd heard the 20-something year old old cuss on set, heâs instinctively grumbled, âlanguage.â
now, he still said it, but with that teasing gravely voice that gracie loved so much.
he was technically employed as her manager. in charge of booking events and managing her schedule and making sure her team was where they needed to be. but he really did so much more than that. he kept her steady. he made her laugh. he took care of her on set, protected her.
logan was also the only one on her team that knew about gracieâs little secret. what she was currently wearing under her sparkly little silver dress.
âhere, you need to stay hydrated.â logan said, dumping the electrolyte packet into a plastic water bottle and shaking it up for her.
âthanks.â
âyou nervous at all?â he asked, as gracie accepted the water bottle and took a long sip. then she cleared her throat.
âjust the usual amount of nerves. it never exactly goes away.â she stood up, shimmying back and forth in her slinky little dress. âyou canât tell, right?â gracie asked logan with a knowing look.
he knew what she was asking.
âbend over.â he said, his voice commanding and casual.
she bent.
he knelt behind her, hands going under her skirt to adjust the bloomers under the dress, hiding her padding. his hands were warm and big and practiced. she trusted them completely. and secretlyâŠshe liked feeling them on her.
âall clear.â he said, patting her padded butt through the dress. âno one will know a thing.â
âthank you.â she said breathlessly. âand logan?â
he looked up at her from where he knelt on the ground, hands still on the back of her thighs. his eyes were so kind, his touch so familiar.
âwhat is it? you okay, kiddo?â
she simultaneously felt tethered and untethered to him. he was keeping her grounded, but he was also unraveling her with his every move.
âthank you for everything you do for me.â
logan cracked a crooked smile. âof course, kiddo. itâs almost like they pay me to do it.â
they both laughed, but gracie felt a little embarassed by her earnestness. of course. this was loganâs job. he didnât bring her electrolytes and ask her how she was feeling and check her diaper for godâs sake just because he wanted to. it was his literal job.
âright right, of course.â gracie said, swallowing her embarrassment. she could feel her cheeks blushing. âwell, i should go get in position.â
âweâve still got some time,â logan said, checking his watch.
gracie shook her head. âi want to go early. like you said, big show. i need to get in the right headspace.â
she left logan kneeling in the dressing room, while she hurried off to her position under the stage.
for 25,000 people in the crowd, the show was pretty uneventful. gracie hit her marks. she sang the songs sheâd written in her bedroom years ago. she performed the role of the charming yet courteous, personable pop star.
she was used to this act.
but there was one person she couldnât act in front of.
the show ended with silver confetti blasting into the crowd, and gracie waving and smiling as she walked off stage.
sweaty and sore and exhausted after performing, she headed backstage, ignoring the cheers and compliments of the rest of her team. they were lovely, but they werenât what she needed right now. they werenât who she needed.
backstage was a flurry of colors and people and muffled sounds. sets being moved and disassembled, technical crew running back and forth to take down the show.
somebody accidentally jostled gracie, bumping her hard in the waist. she tensed up.
her waist hurt, and she suddenly became aware of the soggy diaper underneath her dress. she wanted it off. she wanted everything off.
she felt overwhelmed as she made her unsteady way back to her dressing room. overwhelmed from the chaos of backstage, and over-exhausted from the show she just put on.
her head swam. her throat thickened.
god, where was he?! he always met her right after her shows. and now, she felt alone and unsteady andâŠlost. she felt like a lost little girl alone in the crowd.
gracieâs lip quivered and fat tears started to fall as she finally got to her dressing room and swung the door open.
logan was standing there, by the changing table, a fresh diaper in his hands. his eyes met her, and it was like something immediately clicked.
âoh, gracie.â he said, dropping the diaper and running over to her. he immediately held her, and she melted into his arms, holding him like an anchor in a stormy sea. âwhatâs wrong, sweet girl?â he asked gently.
she sobbed into his chest, overwrought with emotion. and now loganâs arms were around her and she overwhelmingly felt at home.
she let herself cry ugly, slobbering, messy tears. because she knew logan had already seen her at her most vulnerable. she trusted him with every part of herself.
she squeezed him tighter, breathing in his familiar smell. her tears soaked into his t-shirt, but she didnât care. all she cared about was being in his arms.
âdaddy.â she sobbed, the word slipping out before sheâd even thought it. but she felt it with her entire being. it wasnât anything she could explain away. and she hoped she wouldnât need to explain it.
logan paused. she felt him pause. she felt the tension in his whole body from hearing that one word. then, he relaxed. like a wave of acceptance.
âdaddyâs here, sweet girl.â he said, his hand stroking her hair gently, holding her even tighter. âdaddyâs right here.â
