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Daddy's lap is baby's throne ✨

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Are you interested in public outing, diaper changing, diapered check, roleplay and session with a caregiver or a mommy please feel free to message me anytime and i will surely give you the best care you ever dream of babies and sissy🥰💝💋😍🍼💗🐼💞

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The car slowed abruptly.

“Wait—no,” he said, panic already in his voice. “You’re not really pulling over here, are you?”

She flicked on the hazard lights, steering the car smoothly onto a gravel shoulder. The road behind them stretched empty and quiet, trees on both sides, but they weren’t alone alone. Not if someone drove past. Not if someone slowed down.

“You’re soaked,” she said flatly, throwing the car in park. “You’ve been squirming in it for thirty minutes.”

“I—I can wait till we get home,” he stammered, voice cracking. “Please. It’s just a little—”

She unbuckled her seatbelt with a sharp click and turned to him with one eyebrow raised. “A little? Baby, your diaper is sloshing. I can hear it when you shift.”

He went crimson. She didn’t wait.

“Back seat. Now.”

He didn’t move.

“Do you want me to carry you?” she asked, calm as ever, opening her door. “Because I will.”

He scrambled to obey, climbing awkwardly between the seats, his soggy diaper squishing beneath him. She met him on the other side, opening the rear passenger door and sliding in behind him with a practiced hand already reaching for the diaper bag.

“You can’t do this here,” he whispered desperately, glancing around at the treeline. “Someone could drive by. What if they see?”

“Then maybe they’ll learn how to properly care for a whiny little brat who doesn’t know when to speak and when to hold it,” she said, pulling out a blanket and laying it across the seat.

He covered his face with his hands as she patted the back floorboard.

“Lay back. Now.”

The car creaked as he obeyed, blushing furiously, legs drawn up as she helped guide him into place. She tugged down his pants with no ceremony, exposing the swollen, sagging diaper beneath.

She clicked her tongue. “Absolutely disgusting. This thing’s ready to burst.”

He whimpered. “Can’t you at least close the door?”

“No,” she said, tearing open one tape. Rrrrip. “It’s hot. You’ll live.”

“Someone could—”

“—see you getting changed? Then maybe they’ll understand why you’re in diapers to begin with.”

She peeled back the front of the diaper, revealing everything. He gasped in shame.

She just smiled.

“Aw. Look at the little thing. All shriveled and soggy.”

He turned his face into the seat cushion and groaned.

The wipes came next—cool, clinical, relentless. She wiped him down with slow efficiency, lifting his legs high and proud as cars hummed in the distance.

“I love this part,” she murmured, one hand holding both his legs up as the other slid another wipe beneath him. “Right here. You’re so exposed like this. So quiet.”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“You’re not sorry yet. But you will be.”

She balled up the used diaper, bagged it, and pulled out a fresh one—thicker, crinklier.

“No boosters this time,” she said as she slid it under him. “You didn’t earn them.”

“But I didn’t leak,” he said, still pleading.

“You whined.” She sprinkled powder across him with a flourish. “And you lied about being wet.”

She pulled the diaper up and over his hips, snug and final. The tapes went on tight.

Tape. Tape.

“There,” she said, pressing her palm into the front with a slow, dominating pressure. “All clean. Until you make another mess.”

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

“Next time you argue about being changed in public?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll do it in a grocery store parking lot.”

She shut the diaper bag, left his pants at his ankles, and patted his padded crotch with one soft thump.

“Back in your seat, sweetie. And don’t forget to thank me.”

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Shhhhh no one tell buuuuuut…sometimes mommy is a baby too!!

Look at her poofy diaper booty!!!!!

🧸 🍼 lil boy

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Mommy knows I have a HUGE panty fetish (I call my big three: diapers, panties, and bondage) sooooo, she’s been buying AND wearing cutie lil panties panties for me a bunch lately!! (She’s literally the best)

It’s kind of confusing though bc she swears she’s big but she’s been wearing a lot of lil girl panties lately 🤭

🧸🍼 lil boy

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16 hours later & mommy’s finally let him take his nighttime diapy off 🥰

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welcome home, dadi 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 !!

full set here

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The terms "diaper session" and "diaper activities" can sound similar but usually imply slightly different things, especially in caregiving, age regression, or ABDL (Adult Baby/Diaper Lover) contexts. Here's a breakdown of the difference:

1. Diaper Session

Meaning: A diaper session refers to a specific, often planned or time-bound period where a caregiver (like a mommy or daddy) and a little (or baby) engage in diaper-related care.

Focus: More structured; often includes changing, babying, nurturing, or cuddling time related to diapers.

Example:

Let’s have a diaper session before nap time” might mean the little will get their diaper changed, powdered, dressed, and soothed into a nap.

2. Diaper Activities

Meaning: Diaper activities are various playful, nurturing, or care-related actions involving diapers, not limited to one session or timeframe.

Focus: More general; includes a range of actions, like:

Diaper changes

Powdering and lotion time

Choosing diapers

Playing in diapers

Talking about diapers

Example:

We did lots of diaper activities today like a change, story time, and playing in my thickest ones!

Simple Comparison:

Aspect Diaper Session Diaper Activities

Time Specific period (short-term) Ongoing or spread out

Nature Structured or focused General or playful

Examples Diaper change + cuddles before nap Wearing, waddling, playing, talking, etc.

Mood Care-focused or intimate Can be fun, casual, or imaginative

Dear Little's ☺️ Let me know if you'd like this explained in a playful or roleplay-style way 🍼💦🍆🙎🧑‍🍼

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Who loves teletubbies? 🥰😋

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Weekends are for things such as this🌟

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To think, your coworker could be waking up looking like this 🤭

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Two pull ups. Two messes. I count so good!

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Reblog if you are baby enough to wear your diaper around 🩲❤️

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Time to Go

“Why aren’t you by the door?” Molly barked from the kitchen. She sounded like a mother of three running late for daycare drop-off, not a woman with a fully grown husband in diapers.

She stomped into the hallway, diaper bag already packed, keys in hand. “I’ve been ready for ten minutes. What are you doing?”

He was lingering by the mirror, fidgeting, face flushed.

“Shoes,” she said firmly, pointing.

He didn’t move fast enough.

She narrowed her eyes.

“Do you need help, baby? Hmm? Want Mommy to velcro your widdle sneakers for you, too?”

He bent down quickly, fumbling.

Molly grabbed the diaper bag and tossed a bottle inside along with a rattle and two spare diapers. Her tone softened, but not out of kindness. It was that syrupy sweetness that always made him feel smaller.

“Mommy packed your baba with the carrot-prune formula you hate,” she sang. “Maybe if you’re really good, you’ll get to drink it in the cart while we shop.”

She turned back to him, and paused.

Molly tilted her head.

“Oh no,” she said, stepping closer. “I know that look.”

She marched right up to him, turned his shoulders with one hand, and tapped the side of his thigh.

“Spread.”

He hesitated.

Her voice dropped into that clipped register she only used when he was on thin ice.

“Now.”

He obeyed, spreading his legs awkwardly and putting his hands behind his back as he'd been trained to do for diaper checks.

She crouched with a sigh and pressed the bloated crotch of his diaper. There was no mistaking the steamy warmth, the sag, the squish.

“Ohhh,” she cooed mock-sweetly. “So that’s what was taking so long. You weren’t brushing your hair or finding your shoes. You were just standing there, wetting your diaper like you had no control at all.”

He whimpered.

She gave the front two firm presses.

Squish. Squish.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered. “You don’t even try to hold it anymore, do you? Didn’t even think to tell me, hmm?” she added, voice dripping with condescension. “You’d rather soak yourself and hope I wouldn’t notice.”

When he didn’t answer, she pressed again, then noticed something stiff inside.

“Oh,” she said suddenly, voice still sweet but now laced with sharp amusement. “Somebody’s excited.”

The soft swell beneath the padding twitched.

“Well this won’t do,” she said, pressing firmer. “You’re not riding in my car all backed up and leaky like that!"

He whimpered louder.

“Aww, shush. You always make such a mess if I don’t help,” she added with a sigh, like it was a task she had grown used to. “Hold still, baby.”

She rubbed the front of his soaked diaper with practiced ease. Small, circular motions that made his knees buckle slightly. His pacifier clip bounced against his chest with every breath.

“There we gooo!!” she cooed, watching his face. “Make stickies in your pampers for Mommy. That’s it. Go on. You're already soaked, might as well finish the job!"

He gasped, legs trembling, quaking so bad she thought he might collapse.

The front of his diaper pulsed under her fingers once, twice, then he let out the most pathetic whimper as the last of his control gave out.

“There it is!” she whispered triumphantly. “That’s my little mess maker!!”

His hips twitched. His knees continued to buckle.

Molly didn’t stop right away. She gave him a few more slow, deliberate strokes, watching him flinch, before finally letting go.

“All done?” she asked mockingly, peeking a finger and a look into his into his diaper. “Oooh!! Somewon made a big goo-goo!!"

Molly smiled, sharp and satisfied.

She let the diaper snap back into place with a wet smack, then patted the swollen front twice and stood up.

“Sticky and soggy,” she said cheerfully. “Perfect for a store trip.”

His cheeks burned.

“What?” she said with mock surprise. “You thought I was going to change you?”

She grabbed a wipe from the bag, cleaned her hands with a sigh, then pointedly shook her head.

“No way. You made that mess, you’re going to wear it. I’m not wasting a fresh diaper just because you can’t keep your wittle winkie under control for five minutes.”

From the bag, she pulled the final touch: a pair of bright red shorts. Thin, clingy, and humiliatingly tight.

“Step in.”

He hesitated.

“I said step.”

One foot. Then the other.

She yanked them up his legs and over the bloated diaper, tugging them until the waistband stretched high over the thickest part.

The back sagged slightly. The front was impossible to ignore.

Molly stepped back, admiring her work.

“Adorable,” she smirked. “They don’t hide anything, do they?”

She gave the waistband a sharp snap, then turned toward the door.

“Grab your baba and your rattle. You can hold them in the cart.”

She looked back over her shoulder, smiling sweetly. Then her voice dropped. Low, sharp, and unmistakably serious. “And you better not make poo-poos while we’re out. I mean it.”

She stepped closer, her tone tight and maternal.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you lately. You can’t hold it, you don’t warn me, and you act like it’s normal to just... let go whenever you feel like it.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“If you lose control again, we’re going straight into the women’s restroom. Right back to the changing station. Just like last time.”

She let that hang there for a moment.

“Awww! You remember, don't you? When those college girls walked in and saw you on your back, legs in the air, bawling like a brat in his own stink?” Her expression turned almost pitying. “Poor baby. I’d be mortified too. But maybe this time you’ll think twice before filling your pampers in public.”

She opened the door, holding it wide.

“Let’s go, pamper prince. And you better waddle fast, Mommy wants to beat the lunch crowd!”

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“Awww! You don’t like Auntie Scarlet anymore, do you?”

Scarlet’s voice was sing-song and laced with cruel amusement as she crouched in front of him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. He sat on the floor, knees pulled up tight to his chest, the thick diaper taped around his waist unmistakably sagging.

Ava, having just returned from her evening out, smiled in amusement. Her makeup was fresh, her dress elegant, her wedding ring catching the light. She looked him over and frowned. “Awww! What happened?”

Scarlet’s tone turned mock-offended. “Your precious little boy refused to eat the lunch I made him. Threw the bowl on the floor like a little brat. Refused the bottle, too. Said he wasn’t hungry. Said he didn’t want baby food.”

Ava slowly turned to face him, eyes like wildfire. “Is that true?”

He looked away, his voice soft and pathetic. “I-I didn’t mean…”

“She asked if it’s true,” Scarlet said sharply.

He nodded slowly, cheeks burning.

Ava crossed her arms. “So you refused the food I left for you. Refused your bottle. Talked back to Aunty Scarlet…”

He looked down at the floor, quivering like a puppy that knew from the tone of their voices that he was in big trouble

Scarlet stood and smoothed out her skirt. “He threw a fit the moment you left. I had to lock up the wine cabinet and everything. He told me he was tired of being treated like a baby. His words.”

Ava raised an eyebrow. Angry and embarrassed that her husband misbehaved in such a way.

“So,” Scarlet continued, her tone turning pointed, “We got our dirty mouth washed out with soap, and we had a long visit with Mr. Hairbrush. Didn’t we, sweetheart?”

He looked down again.

“Answer her,” Ava said sharply, now standing behind him.

He flinched. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

He winced involuntarily, shifting his weight on the floor. His bottom still throbbed from the spanking, every smack Scarlet had delivered echoing through the apartment like a gavel in a courtroom. 

“She made me count,” he mumbled, finally, voice small and hoarse.

Scarlet leaned in close. “That’s right. Loud and clear, so the whole building could hear. And you were crying like a baby by twenty, weren’t you?”

The tears welled up again, like the scene was playing out all over again. “Y-yes ma’am.”

Scarlet smirked and stood up. “By 30 he was BEGGING me to stop. Whining and blubbering and sounding like SUCH a pathetic little bitch. But you said no safewords, right?”

Ava nodded. “No safewords. Not for him.” She stepped around to face her husband and crouched, her voice lowering. “And yet you still mouthed off. Told Scarlet she wasn’t your ‘real mommy’. Tried to act like a man while I was gone.”

He tried to say something. To plead his case. To stand up for himself. But no words came.

“Did you forget why I was out tonight?” Ava asked, gently stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. “Hmm? You knew I had a date.”

Scarlet laughed, kicking off her flats and flopping onto the couch. “Oh, he remembered. He threw a fit right after your car pulled out.”

Ava’s smile sharpened. “Did you think that would stop what happened?”

He shook his head quickly. Too quickly.

“Mmm. I think you did. Poor baby. Did you imagine I’d turn the car around?” She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a purr. “Or did you hope I’d cancel because you pouted and kicked and whined?”

She let the silence stretch.

“I didn’t even check my phone,” she added. “Not once. I was too busy.”

Scarlet grinned. “Tell him. Tell him everything.”

Ava smiled without taking her eyes off him. “Oh, you want to know how it went, sweetheart? Fine. Let’s make it educational.”

She stood up slowly and began to pace leisurely, confidently, while he knelt and listened.

“He met me at the wine bar. Held the door. Paid for everything. Said I looked like a woman who deserved to be worshipped. And unlike you, he meant it.”

Scarlet hummed approvingly.

Ava continued, her tone soft but cutting. “His hands were on me before the appetizers arrived. Under the table. Bold. Possessive. I told him about you. About your little diapers. Your tantrums. You know what he said?”

“He said it made perfect sense. That a woman like me shouldn’t waste time on little boys. He said I deserve a man who can make me moan so loud the neighbors complain.”

Scarlet whistled.

“And guess what, baby?” Ava said, turning toward him. “He did. We didn’t even make it back to his house. I was bent over his car, right there in the parking lot, skirt hiked up around my waist, screaming into the hood.”

She stepped closer, watching the tears fill his eyes.

“Then we got in his car and I blew him. He tasted delicious.”

She crouched, voice lower now, crueler. “And afterwards, what do you think I did?”

He whimpered.

“I showed him you. The nursery. Your little crib. I told him you’d be full and crying by morning.”

Scarlet burst into laughter. “I bet he loved that.”

“Oh, he did,” Ava said. “He said he might come visit sometime. Give me a real man’s company in your nursery chair. While you sit in your playpen. Maybe he’ll even let you watch.”

She gently tapped his pacifier against his lips, then clipped it in.

“See, sweetheart? Tantrums don’t stop me. They remind me why I need better.”

He squirmed and gave a slow, mortified nod.

Ava gave a disappointed sigh and looked down at him. “You embarrassed me, you know. I left you in Scarlet’s care because I thought you’d behave. And instead, she has to spank you, wash your filthy little mouth out… and you still throw tantrums?”

“I—I’m sorry,” he whispered, barely audible.

She crouched, cupping his chin and lifting his gaze to hers. “Ohhh no, sweetie. You’re not sorry. Not yet.”

He whimpered as she stood, pulled the ottoman into the middle of the room, and sat down with a commanding presence that made his legs tremble.

“Over my knee. Now.”

Scarlet leaned back on the couch, a smug smirk playing on her lips. “Time for Round 2, loser!” she said.

He waddled forward reluctantly, every crinkle of his diaper magnified in the quiet room. Ava didn’t wait for permission. She reached out, took his wrist, and pulled him down across her lap.

“You don’t disrespect the women who take care of you,” Ava said sternly, peeling back the tapes of his diaper. “Not while you’re mine. Not ever.”

The cold air hit his already bright red, punished bottom, and he winced.

“You’re not just some sissy little husband anymore,” she continued, resting one hand on his lower back. “You’re my baby. And if I have to humiliate you in front of every friend I have in order to get that through your thick little skull, then so be it.”

The first smack landed sharp and fast, and he cried out.

Scarlet giggled. “Sounds like you’re starting from scratch, Ava.”

Ava didn’t respond. Her hand rose and fell in steady rhythm, each spank deliberate, echoing with authority. She scolded him between blows, a litany of reminders layered with shame:

“This is for making Auntie Scarlet raise her voice.”

Smack.

“This is for even thinking you could pour yourself a drink like a grown man.”

Smack.

“This is for forgetting your place.”

Smack. Smack. SMACK!

“Next time,” Ava said, swinging again, “you will eat what you’re given.”

SMACK!

“You will drink your bottle.”

SMACK!

“And you will say thank you to whoever is KIND enough to give it to you!!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Each strike forced a fresh whimper out of him, and with every one, Scarlet giggled softly like she was watching a comedy show. He was sobbing by the 50th or so swing, legs kicking, cries echoing through the taste of soap that still lingered in his mouth. 

When she finally stopped, his bottom burned and his pride was in tatters. Ava let him lie there across her lap, chest heaving, diaper peeled open beneath him like a banner of defeat. 

Then, gently, she whispered: “You’re going to apologize to Auntie Scarlet now.”

He turned his head to look at Scarlet, face streaked with tears.

“I'm s-s-s-sowwy… Auntie Scarlet…”

“For what?” Scarlet teased, sipping her wine.

He swallowed hard. “For… b-b-being naughty. Fow thinking i'm still a man…”

Scarlet leaned in so close that he could feel her breath on his skin, whispering in his ear, “Next time you sass me, we’ll see how far you can take my strapon down that mouthy little throat of yours!”

He trembled.

Ava took his hand and guided him to the corner, pacifier already dangling from her fingers.

“You don’t get to misbehave just because I’m out enjoying a real man,” she said as she clipped the pacifier in. “You just get punished.”

“You’ll be sleeping in the punishment crib tonight. Gagged. Mittens on. And in this same diaper. Maybe by morning, you’ll really be ready to be sorry.”

She stood up and addressed Scarlet without even looking at him.

“Do me a favor. Bring me the suppositories and the locking plastic cover.”

Scarlet beamed. “Of course.”

Ava stepped close to her husband’s ear and whispered, “You’ll listen while I tell Scarlet everything my date did to me. Every inch, every moan. And you’ll stand there and think about the choices that brought you here.”

She popped the gag into his mouth, buckled it tight, and spun him by the shoulders.

“Face the wall. Hands at your sides. Spread your legs.”

And with that, she left him in the corner. Silenced, sore, and stewing in the consequences of forgetting his place.

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