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[mrsuperbaby-deactivated20220317]

I can be a daddy too! Love reducing a grown woman to a helpless infant

[staplesaucey]

Daww, this is really cute! Love your content ❤️

[wild-wild-unicorn]

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[picturepamps]

When Mommy comes to change you… and she’s diapered too 😮‍💨

Full set on JFF

[hannahs-humiliation]

Effective Embarrassment, Part 1: It Can Always Get Worse

I’ve gotten a lot of questions about how exactly I go about deciding rules about Hannah’s diapers. After all, the point is for her to focus on learning how to hold herself accountable to accomplish her responsibilities, follow a schedule, and listen to rules. These are all important things that any adult needs to be able to do and if she can’t do them, clearly she’s not an adult. To remind her of her goals, I try to make sure that she’s always a little humiliated. After all, if she gets too comfortable with her pull ups or diapers, it might start encouraging more laziness on her end. So I’ve decided to start a series on ways that I incorporate bits of embarrassment and humiliation into Hannah’s life. Nothing is cuter than watching my baby girl squirm and blush just a little.

Just as I said I don’t want her to get too comfortable with wearing diapers, I also need to provide her with an incentive to work hard at her rules even when she is in diapers. If she gets used to her punishment and knows that it won’t be ending for awhile anyways, the incentive she has to learn those skills diminishes greatly. I’ve made it very clear that she won’t be back in big girl panties for awhile, so how do I keep her motivated to reach smaller markers?

The answer lies in the philosophy, and the title of this first part, “it can always get worse”. What do I mean by that? To give you an example, the last time Hannah was punished, for the first full week of being in diapers she wore a pull up under her diaper every single day. The diaper was changed when needed, but her pull up stayed on all day, ensuring that she didn’t have a moment of dryness. Some part of this was because I wanted her to get used to spending her time in a wet and squishy diaper. But mostly it was because, when at the start of the second week where I removed the pull up and just used diapers, she got to experience the comfort of being cleaned and dried and wiped regularly. So when she started to throw any fits that week, I had the leverage to remind her that we could always go back to wearing that pull up. It was a great piece of leverage that had nothing to do with getting out of diapers, but motivated her to follow her rules anyways.

A few other ways I’ve employed this method is putting a cloth diaper over her disposable diaper just for the sake of bulk. While she can walk around, albeit with a little waddle, wearing 1 disposable diaper, by adding a cloth diaper over it her waddle is extremely pronounced and the bulge becomes almost impossible to hide under clothing. I’ve also taken away her privilege of wearing clothing around the house, and getting to decide her outfits when we go out. Really, the options are limitless. But most importantly it keeps Hannah motivated to follow her rules without the motivation being freedom from her diapers.

[mellowsadistic]

Whether she's lost her grown-up privileges as part of a temporary punishment or a permanent change in her lifestyle, it's normal for your girlfriend to sulk a bit. She might complain that wearing baby clothes makes her look ridiculous, or that wetting and messing her pants is disgusting. Tell her that's the point.

It's fine to let her know you think she looks cute as a button in her silly little frocks, and to reassure her that you have no problem changing her adult diapers, but don't let her forget how absurd it is for a woman her age to dress like a toddler and go to the bathroom in her own pants, because it's the humiliation that will break down her ego and turn her into a sweet little girl who knows her place.

There's no need to mock her too cruelly (and any teasing that results in tears should be immediately followed up by a lot of cuddles and kisses), but I do recommend making fun of her on a regular basis. Ask her what her friends would say if they could see her with her legs up on the changing table. Comment loudly on the state of her nappies whenever you check them. Call her infantilizing names like "potty pants" and "princess puddles". If she's constantly pouting, that's a sure sign you're on the right track!

[hannahs-humiliation]

Day 2: Losing my Big Girl Clothes

I've gotten a lot of questions about what trouble I got into and I answered that here. But I'm realizing just how serious he is about me losing my big girl privileges for the summer. I knew I wasn't going to be getting much use out of my panties or wearing my shorter shorts/skirts now that I'm in diapers. But yesterday Daddy came over with two boxes and a lot of trash bags and said we were going to go through all my clothes.

Since this is now my summer job and I need lots of content, Daddy doesn't see any reason why I should still be wearing big girl clothes. So anything that was too mature would be taken out of my wardrobe. For the nicer, more expensive, and professional clothes of mine he made me neatly fold them and put them in the boxes which he brought down to our storage unit in the garage of our building. But for everything else he made me either put it in bags to donate or I had to put them in trash bags to throw away. A lot of my clothes are really cheap and were wearing anyways.

But now, the only clothes that I am left with are the most babyish of my big girl clothes that I had and the actually baby onesies and outfits that Daddy has gotten for me over the years. The worst part is that he made me cut up all of my thongs. He says he'll buy me some more appropriate panties to have for the rare exceptions to the diaper rule. He says that as I earn money (he has a whole system for me, I'll explain another day) that I can use that to buy whatever clothes I like and if I am good for a few months then I can earn the privilege of wearing big girl clothes again. But until then my wardrobe really looks like it belongs to a toddler. I hate all of the pink and flowers.

For the first week of my new situation Daddy says that when I'm in the house I'm not allowed to wear anything other than my diaper. He wants me to see it all the time. I absolutely hate being all naked like that, I feel exposed and because of things like mirrors or even the fan on my bare skin, it's impossible for me to forget what I'm wearing. After this week, if I'm good, he says that when we're home I will be in a onesie or just a shirt with my diaper and when we go out he'll pick out a skirt or a pinafore or overalls to go over the onesie. But even with it covered, the idea of being outside in a onesie is so scary! What if someone realizes what I'm wearing? This whole thing is making me feel so babyish, I'm reminded of it all day every day and now everyone online knows exactly what I am too.

[hannahs-humiliation]

Day 1: Introducing Hannah

My boyfriend, Zach, started this blog a couple of years ago. When he told me he was doing it, I was absolutely mortified. He also didn’t let me see what he was writing on it and until a few weeks ago I hadn’t. As anyone who’s been following knows, Zach is super busy and has only kept up with this blog intermittently. 

Which, I guess, is where I come in. From now on I’ll be the one posting on here. First of all, this blog blew up more than Zach anticipated and he felt bad about not having the time to back and write more. He's talked about having me document my own humiliation on here, but it wasn't until this weekend where he actually decided to have me log in here and write.

I’m sure I’ll go into everything a lot more, but a big part of our relationship has been Zach supporting me by helping me with self discipline and holding me accountable. I have ADHD and struggle with focusing a lot. It’s how diapers were first introduced. Even though Zach’s been using them to discipline me for years, I still find the entire experience embarrassing, even though the humiliation definitely turns me on. I’m not one of those types who is attracted to “being little” (nothing against those who are) but I am definitely attracted to giving up control, even if the humiliation that comes from it makes me blush and want to hide. Probably why he decided to make me blog to the masses about it instead. 

This weekend I got in a lot of trouble and I know my punishment is far from over. Zach took away my potty privileges on Saturday night. It's been a long time since I've had to wear them all day and I forgot why diapers are such an effective deterrent for me, I can't stop squirming or get used to the wetness. He hasn't told me how long I'll have to be in diapers, only that it will depend on how well I do on this blog. But of course he wouldn't tell me what he meant by that. He thinks it’s good for me to have long-term responsibilities of things that I have to plan out and remember to do. He might still post some captions and updates, but I guess now I will be the default. He

Part of my responsibilities include taking pictures and posting regularly with good grammar and spelling, answering questions honestly, reflecting even when it's embarrassing, and growing the blog's following. I will be posting more but for now send me your questions...? Nice to meet you all.

-Hannah

[paddedjammies]

When mommy comes to check your nighttime diapers after she let you sleep in on Saturday morning. 😴🧷💦💦

[diapereddoe]

the baby is turning 3(3) next month. Here’s her baby registry diapers, onesies, everything a little tot needs for her third birthday. Most three year olds are potty trained by now. But she’s not like other girls. This little Leo will be in pampers for many more birthdays to come.

[davidevensart]

Is she asleep yet? Let’s check the baby monitor…

[diapereddoe]

Oh sweetie you’re not going anywhere. Just sit on your playmat and embrace the boredom of being a baby. Entertainment is a pleasure no longer at your fingertips. You’re an adult baby now. You gave up any say in how you spend your time when you begged me to keep you in diapers 24/7

[anonymommy98]

saw this and thought you all might agree 🫶🏻

[boysrbabies]

Taking Him To The Potty

When he’s not in diapers, something I like to do with my boyfriend is take him to the potty when he has to pee. It’s a fun little ritual for when you don’t have any diapers to hand (they can be expensive!) or just want a break from them. I have him ask me nicely, “Mommy, I need to go pee-pee! Please will you help me?” while doing a cute potty dance. I check him first to make sure he hasn’t already had an accident, then I take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom like he’s a silly little boy who can’t go by himself. Once we’re at the potty, I undo his belt and pull his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles. Then I stand slightly behind him and hold his little willy for him while he pees. Sometimes when I try and direct his pecker at the potty, he gets a stiffie! Boys can be so silly! When he’s done, I pull his pants back up and show him how to flush the toilet and wash his hands like a big boy. He usually finds it a mortifying experience from start to finish. He hates being treated like a child almost as much as he loves it, and the drawn-out experience of being taken to the potty to do a pee can end up being even more embarrassing for him than just wetting his diaper. He gets to use the toilet, but he doesn’t get to feel like a grown-up.

On a related note, before I started doing this I never realized how often boys dribble into their underwear after peeing. They do it pretty much every time! And it’s not always a few little drops either, sometimes it’s quite a big spurt! I think a lot of women know about this issue, but they don’t appreciate the extent of it. The belief that men belong in diapers would be much more commonly held if they did. It’s even worse when they’re drunk. When my boyfriend goes out with his friends, I always put him in pull-ups, but he’s not actually expected to use them. They’re only meant to be a reminder of his place. But I take them off and inspect them when he gets home, and they’ll often be quite wet! He won’t have done a full pee in them, but he’ll have dribbled so much after using the toilet that there will be a noticable pee-pee smell, even if the padding isn’t obviously stained. It’s crazy how this problem is totally ignored! It warrants the use of pads at the very least, but since it’s a permanent state of affairs, unlike a woman’s time of the month, it really justifies full-time absorbent underwear in my opinion.

[elizabeth-chambers-author]

50 things to say to your diaper wearing little!

1. I’m glad you’re home from work sweetie, why don’t you tell me about your day while I put you in your diapers.

2. Come over here little one, I thought I smelled something stinky and I need to check if it was your diaper!

3. Is your diaper squishy baby? It looks like you’ve already had an accident.

4. Behave baby, there’s only 2 ways that diaper is coming off: when mommy/daddy needs to change you, and when they need to spank you.

5. Let me check your diaper honey, I need to make sure I put enough powder on you so you don’t get a rash today.

6. I think this store has a family restroom, let’s go inside and do a quick diaper check to see if you’re going to leak prince/princess.

7. You can’t sit on the couch baby, sit on daddy/mommy’s lap. Your diaper has more than enough padding to keep you comfy.

8. I hope your hungry baby, because you’re not getting out of that diaper until you make stinkies for me.

9. Bend over baby, I need to check the leg cuffs of your diaper, otherwise you’re going to leak with how much pee pee you make!

10. I think you’re just too little for pull-ups baby, let’s try again later. For now, let mommy/daddy put your diaper on and we can forget about the potty for a while.

11. Uh-oh, I think I smell poopies! Did you make a messy in your diapies baby?

12. Up on the changing table little one, you know the rules, it’s either a padded bum or a paddled bum in this house.

13. Now that’s a thick diaper you’ve got on baby! I guess you’re just going to have to crawl around the house now.

14. Do you want daddy/mommy to hold you while you make a pushie baby? It’s okay, mommy/daddy will help you get comfortable.

15. Of course you need to wear a diaper to the park baby, a little one like you isn’t going to want to stop playing to go to the bathroom!

16. Let’s practice counting by seeing how many diapers we have left before we buy you new ones baby, I think we’re running low!

17. Well, I could put a plug in your bottom if you aren’t going to go poopoo, it’s your choice baby.

18. You’re waddling again prince/princess, mommy/daddy knows that means your diaper is full. Come over and let me check.

19. I’m putting a booster in your diaper baby, and don’t fuss over it, you know you can’t control yourself on long car rides.

20. Sit next to me baby, that way I can check your diaper under the table during dinner.

21. I can’t believe I have to change you in the backseat! You must be just a little baby if you can’t make it through a car ride without a diaper change.

22. I love how these jammies have a flap in the back baby, perfect for checking for stinkies before bedtime!

23. I think I’m gonna put you in the crib for nap time baby, but not before I put a nighttime diaper on you, you’re such a heavy wetter when you sleep.

24. Hold still for your diaper change little one, mommy/daddy needs to put cream on your bottom so you don’t get a rash from your stinkies.

25. Don’t make me tie you down during nap time baby, you know not to try and use the bathroom. Mommy/daddy will change you when they come to wake you up.

26. If you’re such a big girl/boy, why did mommy have to change your diaper when you woke up wet today?

27. Baby, you haven’t made poppies in nearly 2 days, does mommy/daddy need to give you medicine to make it better? Let’s go to the changing table and put a suppository in your bottom little one.

28. I think it’s time to go honey, you always get fussy right before you have an accident in your diapers.

29. It doesn’t matter that you don’t want to wear diapers baby, I want you to wear them and what mommy/daddy says goes.

30. Don’t hide from me baby, I can smell that stinky bum all the way from here!

31. Did you just leak through your diaper into your pants? Okay, come over my lap baby, you’re getting a spanking for not telling me you were already wet.

32. Now that your home let’s lock up all your big boy/girl clothes, I think you need baby time for this whole weekend. Changing table, now.

33. Look at how cute this onesie is baby! It’s for crotch snaps so mommy/daddy can clean up your messy bottom, and it would go great with your pink diapers!

34. Don’t pretend like you don’t like your diapers baby, mommy/daddy sees how excited you get down there when they change you.

35. It’s been almost 2 hours since I changed you baby, are you sure you aren’t wet yet? I think we need to do a diaper check.

36. Cry all you want baby, maybe that’ll make you feel better for having an accident in your panties yesterday. It’s diaper time for you from here on out.

37. Hush baby, daddy/mommy will change you when you fully use your diaper. One wetting doesn’t cut it when they’re that thick.

38. I love it when you wet your diapers baby, it’s so fun to squeeze and squish your soggy bottom!

39. That’s your third cup of juice today baby, you must really like wetting your diapers since you’re definitely not using the potty today.

40. Don’t touch your diaper baby, if you need something come to mommy/daddy first, they know how it needs to fit best.

41. I’ll check on you during the night to make sure you don’t leak baby, so don’t be afraid to have an accident while you sleep.

42. It’s too bad you can’t touch yourself like mommy/daddy, you’ll just have to rub the front of your diaper if you want to cum.

43. I love the way these tights fit you baby, they really show off the diaper you’re wearing!

44. Don’t move a muscle baby, I can smell that poppy diaper from a mile away! Let’s get you changed in the nursery right now.

45. Don’t you love your diapers baby? They’re so soft and thick, perfect for mommy/daddy to pat your bottom over.

46. You’re not leaving that bouncer until you wet your diaper baby, end of story.

47. Oops, I think I put too much baby powder on you little one, I can’t wait to see it poof out the back of your diaper when you sit down!

48. Shhhhhh it’s okay prince/princess, daddy/mommy knows you can’t control yourself, that’s why you had your diaper on. Come on, let’s check and see the damage.

49. Rise and shine baby, let’s get you on the changing table right now, mommy/daddy knows that you can’t wake up dry.

50. Mommy/daddy loves you little one, diapered bottom and all!

What’s your favorite thing to hear while you’re wearing diapers?

[littlespace-astronaut]

Fair Trade

"Oh? Does my baby like that?" Mommy cooed around my moans as she slowly moved the vibrator in small circles. She paused the wand at one particular spot and held it there just long enough for my breath to catch followed by another moan sneaking it's way past my traitorous lips.

"I think she does! Oh yes she does! My little one *loves* her buzzy time!" Mommy made the vibrator wander along the front of my diaper, carefully *avoiding* that spot this time. I pushed my hips into the vibrator, trying to reposition it.

She shifted her body slightly, getting one arm around my waist while the other continued to tease me with the promise of sweet vibrations if I could only make her hit ... the right ... spot!

"But I wonder, which does she like more? Her buzzy wand..." Mommy finally let the wand land on that spot again and pushed my hips down into the bed. "Or her *diapers*". At that moment, she grabbed a fistful of my diapered bottom and pushed me up into the vibrator, trapping my body between her kneading hand in the back and the wonderful vibrations in front.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck" I moaned as the vibrations seemed to tear through my body, reach her other hand, and reverberate through the rest of me. I reveled for that moment as I felt climax approaching.

Then I heard a click and the vibrator stopped.

"Oh no. We don't use that language in this house. Guess we're done for now".

"Noooooo..." I whined, desperate for that release. Just a few more seconds were all I needed. Surely she wouldn't be so cruel!

But looking up into her deep violet eyes, seeing the smirk hiding at the corners of her lips, I knew I was fucked. She could easily be that cruel. I felt a shiver run through me in anticipation of what was to come.

"I don't know..." She mused, while her left hand continued to cup and squeeze my diapered butt. A diaper that was now soggy. When had that happened? "That was an awfully *naughty* word for such a little one to say. And naughty Little ones don't get to have fun things like time with their buzzy wands."

My body tensed as I sensed a trap. "But!" She exclaimed "maybe my little baby didn't know what she was saying. Maybe she'd be willing to give up saying such naughty words if it means getting to finish."

Her eyes locked with mine as I felt the Contract hover, like an open question. I could always say no; a Contract couldn't be entered unwillingly, after all. Last time, I had bartered away "my ability to use the potty when diapered" when she discovered I was a "little baby whose panties were all wet" after she'd been toying with me for the better part of an hour.

Before that, I had been moaning her name over and over while she edged me closer and closer to orgasm but never reaching it. That time, I traded her the ability to "call her anything other than 'Mommy' when turned on". Which beat the alternative she had offered: "Needing a pacifier in my mouth to orgasm".

And just like those other times, I knew this was a mistake. But my rational mind wasn't in the driver's seat. She wanted me not to cuss? Fine. I didn't need to be able to say "Fuck". I could scream incoherent nonsense for all I cared. I needed to cum. Now.

"Yes" I whispered in agreement and felt the Contract click into place. There was a moment of disorientation, but it subsided as quickly as it had arrived, leaving behind a sense of .... something missing. Not a gaping hole, but noticeable. Like the last two times, it felt like there was a forgotten thought hovering just out of reach.

Mommy wasted no time bringing back the vibrations and thrusting my body into the vibrator.

"Ohhhhh Fuuuuuuuudge" I moaned as she angled the vibrator more directly, hitting the right spot over and over. "Frick, it feels so good, Mommy!" My brow furrowed. Had I just said ....

Mommy turned the vibrator up and the thoughts evaporated. "Oh gosh! I just want to make cummies, Mommy!" I nearly yelled, before my cheeks heated, realizing the words that had just come out of my mouth. "Sorry, Mommy. I meant 'cummies'. No, not cummies, 'cummies!' Gosh darn it, I'm trying to say 'cummies'! Frick!"

Mommy looked down at me with a predatory glee. "Well what kind of Mommy would I be if I denied my little one her 'cummies'?" she cooed as she puppetted my body, gyrating my hips into the still humming vibrator. "Nooooooooo!" I cried as I felt the climax approaching. "Fudge! I didn't mean this, Mommy! Fudge! Fuuuuuuudge!" I tried to resist the oncoming wave, but my body had other plans.

Orgasm finally took me, the cresting wave pouring through my body. I felt another warmth pooling beneath me as my back arched and my body crashed back down to the bed over and over. As the spasms turns to shudders, Mommy leaned over and kissed my forehead. When she pulled back, there was an orange glowing thread trailing from her lips. I could feel a faint tugging followed by a *snap* in my mind as she pulled the thread free. She wrapped it around her finger next to a pair of identical strands, one in azure and one in violet.

"Oh you deliciousy desperate little thing" Mommy said contentedly, staring at her hand and eliciting tiny whines from me as she patted the front of my soggy diaper. She turned back from admiring her collection of my Fragments to look down at me with that insatiable hunger of hers. "Mommy cannot wait to see what you're willing to part with next".

[littlefabi]

Make me give up…

I don‘t want to wear a bib…

…make me eat with my hands whilst you‘ve cut my noodles before or put me in mittens and let me eat just with a tiny spoon and make a mess all over myself

I don’t want to wear diapers…

…take me for a walk or go shopping without’em, make sure I drank a lot before or give me a suppository or a small glycerin enema, just to wet or mess myself and admit that I should’ve worn them

I don’t want to be called small or a baby…

…make me wear my cutest little outfit with triple diapers underneath, pacifier in my mouth and make me “stand my grounds” to your grownup friends that I’m “big” and “an adult”, just so I need to admit that obviously no one sees me as such

After that I come to you crying, you take me in your arms to comfort me. With a satisfied smirk you whisper that I should have been a good little and listened what you’ve told me BEFORE 😈

[c0ulrophilia]

Pervert maid jerking off over the sleeping princess' face, wearing a condom because she accidentally finished in her hair last time and got scolded for it.

Unfortunately she shoots so much that it bursts and her poor princess is covered anyway... now she'll have to endure extra spankings when she wakes up.

[kinkedbycalliope]

Let’s play outside together 💛

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