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do you see my diaper peaking out above my sweats? me too and that’s one subtle thing I do love about diapers ✨ guys my birthday is coming up, and I’m sooo low on diapers. if ya wanna get me a lil gift, i would love it if you helped me refill my stash :)
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most adult diapers have a pretty high rise on me so I end up folding them down a little 🙄
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Do you have a favorite thing a caregiver does that makes you feel extra little?
Oh my gosh naming a single thing will be very difficult! Here’s a few…
My previous daddy used to come into my room before he went to work at like idk, 5-6am, give me a hug and kiss goodbye whilst checking my diaper. He would say something cute and then change me while I’m half asleep. I really loved these tender moments because being sleepy just makes me feel like a sweet soft girl haha.
He would warm up a bottle of milk (or water haha) right before bed and hold me and the bottle too. He would say cute things like “you’re almost there”. This was such a tender moment because I would look up into his eyes as he fed me.
I think caregivers who let their littles run around all naked or just in undies is super adorable and making comments like “where are your clothes” or “you’re all nakey” are top tier. Being naked definitely makes me feel very little because as we grow up, we are taught so much to cover up, but there is innocence in nudity.
Other small things in public that aren’t necessarily abdl related include holding hands when crossing the street, being told to “wait for me” as cars pass by, or ordering for me at restaurants. These are actually vanilla gestures I’ve seen too.
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digger545 · 2 days ago
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Goodmorning ❤️ night diaper
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Goodnight! ❤️
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Home ❤️
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Wet diaper sex>>
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Even from the corner of her eye, Emma could see he was moving funny. He usually had that crinkly waddle, his legs forced wide by the padding between his legs. But she didn’t even have to glance up from her book to notice that something was…off. His movements were more measured, more tentative as he shuffled back and forth in the living room. A quick sniff of her nose confirmed her suspicions, but she decided not to say anything—not just yet.
Her book forgotten, she watched him meander back and forth across the room, waddling aimlessly, not really searching for anything other than something to say.
After several more minutes of silence, Emma finally spared him.
“Ryan,” she called,. “Do you have something you need to tell me?”
He turned slowly, his expression a mix of nervousness and resignation. “I’m fine,” he mumbled.
“Are you sure?” Emma asked, smiling despite herself. “You don’t have anything…weighing heavily on your mind?”
He hesitated, eyes dancing back and forth meekly.
Emma uncurled on the couch, sitting up straight and putting her feet flat on the floor. “Come here.” She said, soft yet firm.
Ryan rocked back and forth on his toes, unsure, but the look from Emma finally convinced him. He sighed, then slowly shuffled over in front of her, his cheeks a bright pink.
He there stood awkwardly, his hands fidgeting at his sides, head lowered. The silence between them stretched out, thick with tension. The padded bulk between his legs was unmistakable — and Emma’s sharp eyes hadn’t missed the subtle change in his posture.
“Ryan,” she said, her tone cool but not cold. “You’re sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”
His eyes flicked up to meet hers, then darted away just as quickly. His face was crimson now, lips pressed into a thin line. The scent was stronger now, telling her everything she needed to know, even if he wouldn’t.
“N-no…” he whimpered, voice so small.
“Pull down your pants, Ryan.”
His fingers trembled as the gripped the waistband of his joggers, his breath quivering as he dropped them to his ankles.
He stood back up, his large disposable diaper on display. He lifted his shirt—but only because his arms were raised up to hide his face—giving Emma a better view.
She let the moment hang for a minute. The silence (and the diaper) doing all the talking. Ryan rubbed his face anxiously, wanting to move or run or hide, but all he could do was stand there.
Emma uncrossed her arms and rested her hands on her thighs, giving him a look that was soft around the edges but firm at the core. “I’ll ask you once more: Did you do something in your diaper?”
Ryan’s shoulders slumped. He gave the smallest of nods.
“Do you want to tell me what it is?” She asked, as if the evidence wasn’t on full display.
His face flushed again, he hid behind his hands, then shook his head.
“Well then I guess ‘Mommy’ will have to check,” Emma sighed, gently taking him by the wrist and making him shuffle closer with his pants still around his ankles.
She slowly poured her eyes over him, tracing her hand up his cowering thighs, running it over his crinkly pamper—but not stopping—her fingers raising his shirt even further, nails dragging across his tummy.
“It’s pretty swollen, Ryan,” she observed, giving the front a gentle squeeze. It was quite warm, and the smell of piss competed with that of the powder and…other things.
Carefully coaxing a finger into the leg bands, she ran it back and forth teasingly, “Did you wet your diaper, Ryan?”
He let out an embarrassed huff, but nodded.
“Use your words,” Emma said, running her palm over the front of the squishy diaper, “tell me what you did in your diaper, honey!”
His bottom lip quivered, “I…pissed myself.”
Her hand stopped abruptly, ceasing his labored breathing. “Say it in little speak!”
His face screwed up again, he shifted, but his voice creaked out in a higher pitch “I-i went pee pee’s in mah diapee, Mommy!!”
“Goood boiii!!!” Emma cooed, patting his pissy pamper affectionately, squeezing it around his hardening cock and giving it a couple good strokes for some positive reinforcement. “Thank you for telling me!”
She released her grip on his swollen padding and sat back a bit, “Now…is there anything else I need to know…?”
Ryan immediately went back into his shy and timid mode. His head hung low, his body deflated, hands subconsciously rising to his face again.
“N-nuh—“
“Turn around.” This time Emma’s tone was sharp, pointed, meaning business.
Ryan was taken aback at first but—perhaps more out of fear than anything—he whimpered and waddled around in a circle, droopy diaper dancing back and forth as he did.
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Emma placed her hand under the hefty load in the back of Ryan’s diaper, it was even warmer than the front. “So you don’t want to tell me what this is??” She scolded, pressing her palm inward and smushing the mush into his backside, watching him visibly cringe. He groaned, whimpering.
“Tell me what it is, Ryan!” Emma roared over his pathetic whining and crying. “Tell me what you did in your diaper, sweetheart!”
Ryan continued to squeal as Emma pressed the mess into him, wriggling it around, using her other hand on his hip to serve as a firm reminder that he was not to move or run away. He was to stay in place and take her torment.
He knew it wasn’t going to stop until he voiced it. As hard as it was to say out loud, it was harder to endure such gross humiliation.
“I made a poopy diaper!!” Ryan cried, “I went poo poo’s in my diapee!!”
Emma stopped, dropping her hand. The hefty load fell back down as gravity took over.
There was more silence for a while. Ryan’s breath heavy and labored. His eyes and cheeks moist.
Eventually, he felt Emma’s soft, cool skin as her hand gently took his. With a firm tug, she guided him to stand beside her. Her fingers curled around his wrist, warm and steady. “Over,” she instructed, tapping her thigh.
That got Ryan blubbering again. “No, Mommy pweez! I sorry! No spankies! PWEEZ!!” Even through his pitiful pleas he instinctively started dropping to his knees to climb over her lap for a punishment—but she stopped him.
“No, no, baby!” She said,stopping him. Softly, comforting, “like this…”
She guided one of his legs over hers, keeping him facing forward, away from her. Emma adjusted him with little effort, settling him so that his bottom was properly positioned — thickly padded, snug in his diaper, and directly over her knee. She rubbed his back for a moment, grounding him, then slowly pressed him down so that his weight was fully on her thigh.
“Shhh…it’s okay!” She whispered softly in his ear when it made him cringe.
Peeling back the waistband, she gave the diaper a quick, practiced peek. Again, not because she didn’t know the contents, but to get him familiar with the process.
“You certainly did some damage in there, little man!” She said, patting the waistband closed. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, like a big spoon, “but if you want to wear diapers, you’re going to have to learn to tell Mommy when you use them.”
Before he could reply, Emma shifted slightly, spreading her knees just enough for a better seat. Then, without warning, she began to bounce him — small, controlled lifts of her leg beneath him. The motion was firm, rhythmic, and deliberate. Not punishing, but undeniably corrective. Each bounce jostled him gently but unmistakably, the thick padding exaggerating every motion.
He tried to move away, but she tightened her arm across his lower back, steadying him, pressing him down. “You’ll stay here until you remember this feeling,” she said, not breaking the rhythm of her knee. “Get used to it. It’s going to be happening a lot more from now on. You didn’t think you were going to get to wear diapers and not use them for all of their intended purposes, did you??”
Ryan whimpered and whined.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Each rise of her knee sent a flush of warmth through his cheeks, not just from the physical sensation of the mush on his bottom, but from the emotional exposure of it all rushing to his face. And yet, as her other hand brushed slowly up his spine, comforting even in the middle of discipline, the duality of it soothed him. She waited for him to finally have his cathartic moment before coming to a stop.
“Come here, honey…” she said softly, turning him around but in the same position, wrapping her arms around him so he could bury his face in her chest, sobbing softly. She patted his back, shhhing him. “I know that was hard, sweetpea, but this is why you need to tell Mommy when something happens in your diaper! You’re supposed to ask for help — not try to hide it.””
“I was embarrassed,” he whispered.
“I know you were, honey.” She cooed, brushing her hand along his back “it must be humiliating being a grown man pooping in a diaper, huh?”
He whimpered at that, but she held him closer and rocked him back and forth.
She knew that he liked to be degraded, but he needed the other part too. “Trying to hide it only makes it worse. I’m here to help you through the hard stuff, even the messy stuff. Especially that.”
He softened at that, melting in her arms.
“You’re safe,” she whispered close to his ear. “I’ll never judge you or leave you or make you feel less-than for the things you enjoy.” She let that hang, then shrugged, “well…other than when we’re in scenes.”
Moments like this—where they were having their kinky play time, experimenting with the dominant and submissive dynamic—always seemed to lead to a breaking down of barriers of some kind. The years of shame and guilt and baggage that Ryan had carried with him about his stupid little fetish all seemed to fade away in that instant. He felt safe in her arms, protected. Accepted, as she rocked him back and forth in his mushy diaper. The smell was horrendous, but she didn’t have a single wrinkle on her nose as she kissed his forehead softly. She loved him. All of him.
“There,” she said gently when he lifted his head off her damp shoulder, his cheeks and eyes still misty. “Better?”
He nodded, hands wiping his face.
She helped him up carefully, her hands guiding him with the same firmness that had corrected him. Their eyes met — his shy and grateful, hers steady and affectionate before she closed them and gave him a kiss.
“Let’s go change your diaper,” she said, standing up, but she had that devious look in her eye again. The one that said she wasn’t done playing. “Then you’re going to go over my lap the other way, I’m going to get the wooden spoon, and we’re going to give you a reminder of why you need to be honest with Mommy.”
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digger545 · 2 days ago
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Not TOO dissimilar to how my hubby-baby and I met! I put him in diapers quick, but not as quick as these two! That hubby didn't stand a chance!
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I would show this to my hubby-baby as a warning, but he's already in diapers ;)
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Full video here-
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