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Bee-lieve it or not… this diaper’s getting full 🐝

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i think this might be my new favorite onesie 🩵

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a vewy messy baby…

. https://justfor.fans/lullabieswithdaisy

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I like my men all incompetent 🍼🤤

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Admit it, you’re just a little diaper loser for Mommy💕✨

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The sound that soaked diapers make is intoxicating.. for my little babygirl 😵‍💫💦

Das Geräusch, das durchnässte Windeln machen, ist berauschend.. für mein kleines kleines Mädchen 😵‍💫💦

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It 's like a Ying Yang in a diaper! 🐼

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Can you help me check my diaper please? 🥺

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“𝗙𝗮𝗲 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴”

💦 watch it here

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Who's going to diaper me?

Onesie: @littleforbig

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"Be a good girl and show everyone your diapie~" you say in a gentle voice.

The girl looked up at you and giggled with an absentminded look in her eyes.

Drool dripped down her chin as she shook her rattle and lifted up her dress for you and your friends to see.

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New blog…same cute girl! 😋 Please help me reconnect with everyone! 🥺🙏❤️

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Rule Six

None of the orginal photos are mine. I respect all owners. I have left all watermarks in place. However, if you wish me to remove/delete any photos, please do hesitate to contact me.

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after regression school

You never thought regression school would work. When you signed the papers and sent your wife away, you half expected her to come home breathing fire, furious at you for daring to make such a decision for her. You imagined slammed doors, shouted insults, a fresh war in the marriage.

But it’s been two days since she came home, and there’s been none of that. No fights. No nagging. No tension. Just giggles, squeals, and the chirpy energy of a girl whose biggest concern is whether she colors inside the lines. She’s been a dream, your dream, since she stepped off that bus.

Right now, she’s sprawled out on her stomach in the middle of the living room, legs bent at the knees and swaying lazily in the air as she colors. Her t-shirtis short, leaving her thick, pastel-printed diaper on full display. You can see the way the elastic hugs her thighs, the way the smooth plastic shell shifts every time she reaches for a new crayon. She’s humming to herself, entirely absorbed, as though the rest of the world has vanished.

And then you notice it, the way her hips settle deeper into the carpet, the slight spreading of her knees. She doesn’t stop her coloring, not even when a faint crinkle-and-squish sound carries across the room. The front of her diaper bulges slowly, imperceptibly at first, then more noticeably as she… relaxes.

You watch the telltale signs: the subtle rocking of her hips, the tiny sigh slipping past her lips, the momentary flutter of her toes. She isn’t just not hiding it, she’s not even aware of it. Or maybe she is, and she just doesn’t care. The faint smell reaches you before long, and you lean forward on the couch, resting your elbows on your knees.

“Someone’s making a stinky,” you murmur, just loud enough for her to hear.

She freezes for a split second, then tilts her head to glance at you over her shoulder. Her cheeks are pink, but her smile doesn’t fade. “I’m coloring,” she says in a sing-song voice, as if that explains everything.

“Oh, I can see that, princess,” you reply, letting your gaze flick deliberately to the swelling seat of her diaper. “And I can see you’re doing something else, too. Keep going, I don’t want to interrupt your little… project.”

Her eyes dart down for a moment, catching her fully exposed diaper. She giggles, actually giggles,and goes back to coloring as though the matter is settled. The crayon scratches along the page while her diaper quietly expands beneath her, warm and heavy.

By the time she turns the page in her coloring book, it’s undeniable. The seat of her diaper hangs noticeably lower, the plastic stretched and wrinkled where it’s been filled. You can’t resist a little jab. “Good thing I kept you in the thick ones, huh? Wouldn’t want any leaks on the carpet.”

She wrinkles her nose in mock protest, but doesn’t argue. She’s too busy deciding whether the castle turrets should be blue or yellow. The complete absence of shame is almost more humiliating than any blush could be,it’s the casual acceptance, the way she treats using her diaper like breathing.

You let the moment stretch, enjoying the view from the couch. “When you’re done, we’ll get that soggy thing changed.”

Her shoulders lift in a little shrug, and she hums a cheerful “Mmkay!” as if the thought of sitting in her loaded diaper a bit longer is no big deal at all.

And maybe, after regression school, it really isn’t.

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When you love your Lil Monster diapers THIS much, there’s nothing left to do but dance it out! 💃🦖✨

Model: @sophiexlittle

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