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Lisa lies on the changing table, her legs spread wide and her thick diaper snugly secured around her. The pastel designs on the front are still visible—for now. Mommy stands over her, smiling down with that mixture of adoration and teasing that always makes Lisa squirm. The soft hum of the vibrator hidden in Lisa’s diaper fills the air, low and steady, sending teasing vibrations through the thick padding.

“Look at my little princess,” Mommy coos, her tone dripping with playful mockery. “All snug in her nappy, and already wriggling so much. Can’t even hold still for Mommy, can you?” Lisa whimpers softly, gripping the sides of the table. Her body reacts despite herself, her hips shifting slightly in response to the persistent buzz between her legs. The crinkling sound of her diaper is loud and unmissable, a reminder of exactly where she is—and what she’s become.

Mommy leans closer, resting her hand lightly on the front of Lisa’s diaper. The vibrations travel through the padding, into Mommy’s palm, and her grin widens as she presses down just a little. “That’s it,” Mommy murmurs, her voice almost a purr. “Let it happen, baby. Just let go for Mommy.”

And then, Lisa feels it. The last shred of control slips away, and warmth begins to spread through her diaper. It’s sudden, unstoppable, and utterly humiliating. Lisa gasps, her face turning bright red as the wetness saturates the padding. Mommy freezes for a moment, feeling the unmistakable heat beneath her hand. Slowly, her grin deepens. “Oh, my,” she says, her voice dripping with mock surprise. “Did my little girl just go pee-pee in her nappy? Right here, right now?”

Lisa whimpers, too embarrassed to respond, but that only seems to encourage Mommy. She presses her hand firmly against the soggy diaper, squeezing the warm, squishy padding. “That’s what I thought,” Mommy teases, her tone now both proud and condescending. “You couldn’t hold it, could you? My little one doesn’t even try anymore. You’ve given up all your potty training… all for Mommy.”

Lisa squirms, her body trembling beneath Mommy’s hand. The teasing, the warmth, the relentless buzzing—it’s too much.

“That’s a good baby,” Mommy whispers, leaning down to kiss Lisa’s forehead. “Now, let’s see just how much more my little princess can handle.”

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My Roommate, My Caregiver? Pt. 1

Moving in with Shannon was supposed to be a temporary thing. Just a few months, long enough to get back on my feet, save up, and find a place of my own. That was the plan. But plans have a funny way of unraveling when faced with reality. At first, I told myself it was just how they were—practical, nurturing in the way some people just are. But the longer I stayed, the more I started to feel something warm and unfamiliar curling up inside me, soft and fragile. Like maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t just kindness.

I came home last night after my first shift at a new job, exhaustion settling into my bones as I slipped off my clothes and turned on the shower. Steam curled around me as I let the water heat up, eager to wash away the weight of the day. From down the hall, I could hear them in the living room—the soft hum of a record spinning, the occasional rustle of a page turning. They were probably curled up in their chair, lost in a book, unwinding in the way they always did. I envied that—how easily they could slip into a story, how literature seemed to soothe them the way nothing else could.

My idea of unwinding was far less academic. It was soft. Comforting. Intimate. Thick, fluffy diapers and the scent of baby powder.

As I let the hot water run over my body, rinsing away the suds, my fingers wandered lower. A quiet whimper slipped past my lips as I imagined it—being wrapped in a warm towel, led gently to bed, laid down with practiced care. Strong hands taping me up snug for the night, gloved fingers spreading diaper cream over my skin, soothing and deliberate. My breath hitched as I squirmed, hips tilting into the imagined touch, letting myself get lost in the fantasy.

Then—a knock at the door.

"Hey, sorry… do you mind if I step in to grab my lotion?"

I froze. Heart racing, I barely managed a reply. "U-uh, yeah! No problem, come on in."

The door creaked open. I quickly finished rinsing, willing my body to calm down as they crossed the room.

“How was work?” they asked casually, their voice warm and familiar.

I forced my breath to steady. “Oh, not so bad. The assistant manager was really chill. I think it’ll be a good place to start.”

“That’s great, Polli! I was hoping they’d treat you well. I’ll let you finish your shower—wanna hang out after?”

I smiled, eager to spend time with them. “That sounds great. I’ll be right out.”

After toweling off and slipping into my comfiest lounge clothes—an oversized sweatshirt and soft cotton shorts—I padded barefoot into the living room, where they were waiting. The record was still spinning in the background, something mellow and low, the kind of music that made the whole apartment feel safe.

They were stretched out on the couch, one leg tucked beneath them, nursing a mug of tea. “There’s more in the pot if you want some,” they said, nodding toward the kitchen. “Figured you might need something warm after your first day.”

Something about the way they always thought ahead for me—without me asking, without me even realizing I needed it—made something tight coil in my chest.

“Thanks,” I said, pouring myself a mug. The warmth seeped into my fingers as I curled up next to them on the couch, tucking my legs beneath me.

For a while, we just sat there, the only sounds the occasional turn of a page and the gentle hiss of the record. It was comfortable, easy. But beneath it, a current of something else buzzed in the air, something unspoken.

“So,” they finally said, closing their book and looking at me. “Tell me the truth—how are you really feeling?”

The question made my stomach flip. I could give them the easy answer. The one that brushed things off, kept things light. Or—I could let myself lean into that feeling. The warmth. The safety.

I swallowed, staring into my tea.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I think… I think I just like being here. With you.”

They tilted their head, eyes soft but curious. “Oh yeah?” A teasing lilt crept into their voice. “You like being here with me?”

I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my tea to hide my smile. “Don’t get cocky.”

They chuckled, stretching lazily, their socked foot nudging against my thigh. “Too late.”

The warmth of their touch—casual but deliberate—sent a tiny shiver down my spine. They always did this. Teased. Touched. Slipped into this quiet, caretaking role like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I set my mug down and flopped onto my side, resting my head against their leg. “You know, you’re a little too good at this whole responsible roommate thing,” I murmured.

They hummed in amusement, absentmindedly dragging their fingers through my damp hair. “Oh? And what part of my flawless domestic skills are overwhelming you?”

I let out a dramatic sigh, nuzzling further into their lap. “The cooking, the making sure I drink water, the tucking me in when I fall asleep on the couch—”

“That happened one time.”

“Twice,” I corrected, grinning. “And you patted my head after.”

Their fingers paused for half a second before continuing, slower this time. “Okay, maybe I did,” they admitted, voice softer. “You just looked… comfy.”

I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into their touch. “Mm. And what if I liked it?”

Their hand stilled completely now, and I could feel the weight of their gaze on me.

“Polli,” they murmured, and I wasn’t sure if it was a warning or a question.

I peeked up at them through my lashes, mischief curling at the edges of my lips. “What if I liked all of it?”

A beat of silence. Then, a low chuckle, like they were catching on.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” they murmured, fingers resuming their slow, soothing strokes through my hair.

I let out a contented sigh, shifting just a little closer. “I don’t mind playing.”

They exhaled through their nose—part amusement, part something else. Something deeper. Then, to my surprise, they dipped their hand down to the curve of my back and patted it.

The same way you would a sleepy child.

Gentle. Protective. A touch so familiar it made my stomach flutter.

Oh.

Heat rose to my cheeks, but I didn’t move away.

“You really do like it,” they murmured, almost to themselves.

I swallowed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”

Another pause. Then, softer than I expected—

“…That’s okay.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

Yeah. It really, really was.

They didn’t move their hand from my back. If anything, their fingers traced a slow, thoughtful pattern between my shoulder blades, absentminded, like they were testing something. Maybe testing me.

I stayed quiet, letting them.

The record on the turntable crackled softly in the background, the kind of warm, familiar sound that made the apartment feel impossibly cozy. I could’ve stayed curled up against them forever.

“You’re getting sleepy, aren’t you?” they murmured, the amusement in their voice barely hiding something gentler beneath.

I huffed. “M’not.”

They snorted, fingers trailing up into my hair again. “Uh-huh. Sure. You’ve been half-melting into my lap for the last five minutes.”

“Maybe I just like your lap.”

“Oh, do you?” Their voice was teasing, but I could hear the warmth in it.

I hummed sleepily. “Mmhmm.”

They exhaled, a mix of affection and quiet amusement, before shifting a little. “Alright, come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

I blinked up at them, my pout immediate. “But I’m comfy here.”

They arched a brow, a slow smirk tugging at their lips. “Uh-huh. And if I don’t make you move, you’re gonna fall asleep on the couch again, aren’t you?”

I bit my lip. Maybe. Probably.

“Polli,” they chided gently. “Come on, up.”

I groaned dramatically but sat up, rubbing my eyes as they stood and stretched. Before I could protest again, they reached for my hand and tugged me up with them. I let them lead me down the hall to my bedroom, still clutching onto their fingers even as we reached the doorway.

They glanced down at our joined hands but didn’t say anything about it. Instead, they gave my fingers a little squeeze. “Get comfy,” they murmured. “I’ll be right back.”

I flopped onto my bed, watching as they disappeared down the hall. A minute later, they returned—mug of tea in one hand, a book in the other. My stomach did a little flip.

“You’re gonna read to me?” I asked, my voice quieter now.

They gave me a soft look. “Yeah. Figured you might like it.”

Something about that made my chest go all warm and fuzzy, but I didn’t try to name the feeling. I just scooted over, making room as they sat on the edge of the bed beside me.

I tugged my blanket up, already sinking into the comfort of it all. “What book?”

They held it up. “Something easy. You always say you like listening to me read, so I picked something soft. No thinking required.”

I let out a pleased little hum, snuggling in deeper.

They opened the book, flipping to the first page. “Alright, settle in.”

I did. And as they started reading, their voice smooth and steady, I felt the last of my resistance slip away. The words became a quiet lull, their presence a steady warmth beside me.

My eyes started drifting shut.

At some point, I felt the weight of the book shift as they set it aside.

And then—the gentle rustle of blankets. The soft tug of fabric being tucked around my shoulders.

A quiet, steady hand smoothing over my hair.

A voice, barely above a whisper—

“Goodnight, Polli.”

I barely managed a murmur in return before sleep pulled me under.

Safe.

Warm.

Home.

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Time for youre weekly diaper check.

Is the baby dry or soggy?

A fresh bedtime diaper after being a soggy girl this afternoon

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Baby’s date night ready, see Daddy 🤭

Early valentines Day Adventures to a romantic planetarium show and then a cute lil’ Italian place 🍝

Skirt: @littleforbigjp

Pampers: @tykables from @littlesdownunder

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🍼nummy milk recipes!🍼

One thing that can always make me little is a nice bottle of milk! Sometimes regular milk can get boring tho; so here are some things that can spice up your plain milk life hehe!

💤Angels tears!💤

♡1 1/2 cups of milk in a bottle or sippie

♡1 tbps of sugar or more hehe!

♡A little vanilla extract

Mix it all up and heat to your liking!!

💤strawberry shortcake 💤

♡1 cup of sliced strawberries

♡ 1 1/2 cup of sugar or more

♡ 1 1/2 cups of milk

♡ drizzles of Hershey strawberry syrup

I would recommend heating it on a stove on low-medium so everything mixes nicely!

💤 sleepy smooches 💤

♡ 1 1/2 cups of milk

♡ 1-2 tbsp of honey or more

♡ a sprinkle of nutmeg

♡ a little cinnamon

You can also heat this one on the stove or in the microwave but it’ll come out great either way!

💤 THE GINGERBREAD MAN 💤

♡ maple syrup or honey

♡ a sprinkle of cinnamon

♡ a sprinkle of nutmeg

♡ a pinch of ginger

♡ a drizzle of vanilla

♡ 1 1/2 cups of milk

Heat up and mix nicely while you think about the GINGERBREAD MAN!!

Lots of inspo from @blueplushpup

Ig: the_fluffy__mellow

FEEL FREE TO REPOST WITH CREDIT TO ME

DNI DDLG/DDLB/MDLB/MDLG/ADLB/KINK

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Went apple picking with Daddy 🥰 have you ever been fruit picking before ?

Pamper: @abuniverseca-blog

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Maid Mondays 🫧

Pampers: @Bambinos from @littlesdownunder

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Padded for Master’s convenience

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Pamper: @landofgenielittle // @totallyozzytots

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When I'm back in my hotel room on business trips 🩷

I wonder what my clients would think? 🤭

If they only knew...🙈

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f-fine but everyone pls be rly rly nice to me im rly shy abt this...

@disastermommy @zias-dreamshades

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Oh? You thought this “forced regression” was going to be hot? You thought you were going to be “forced” to watch your beloved Bluey, be put in a snuggly onesie with matching mitts, and get special buzzy time?

I think you forgot that this was a punishment, sweetheart. No, no, no- this is going to be anything but hot for you. It’s going to be humiliating.

Hope you finished everything you had to do today, because this is what the next few hours are going to look like for you… You’re going to be double-diapered, in a straight jacket, and you’re going to be watching Cocomelon. Yes I know you hate it- punishment, remember? And once I get these headphones on you, in one ear you’ll be hearing those insipid and boring nursery rhymes… the other? Oh, hypno of course. You’ve been so bratty lately I hand-picked a track that’ll scrub your brain free from those stupid thoughts. Now, come over here, you’re going to sit in the middle of the living room where I can keep an eye on you, all you have to do now is relax and hump your teddy for me. And I better not hear any complaining come out of that pretty mouth.

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Transgirls in chastity cages and diapers

Reblog if you agree

dni if a sissyblog!

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Padded for Master’s convenience

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Pamper: @landofgenielittle // @totallyozzytots

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When Daddy says “get dressed, let’s get you some dinner”

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Onesie is from: @onesiesdownunder