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📚Can I get a D in ur class?🤭

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N..no! I’m not tired at all and I don’t wanna take a nap! These footie pajamas are stupid and my diaper is too crinkly!!!! I don’t need a bib neither!!! I’m not gonna drool in my sleep!!! ##>.<##

But for real I felt like the diapers plus these footie jammies threw me straiiight into little space! So gahhh!!! My face was burning red the whole time!!! #>.<#

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Caught in the Act - AB/DL Story & Caption by CradleQuill

Photo submitted by the lovely @dudeyoutrippin, who requested a story <3

This content is intended for consenting adults aged 18 years and older. All characters depicted within this material are fictional and at least 18 years of age. The photo in use depicts an adult over the age of 18._

It’s one thing to catch your girlfriend wearing an adult diaper. But it’s something else entirely to come home from a long day of work, only to find your jobless, college dropout girlfriend making cooing noises and sitting in an obviously wet diaper covered in babyish prints. Such was the case for Michael, who came home and found Shelly wiggling her butt in the air, with stickers plastered all over her thighs.

“What am I even looking at?”

Shelly shot to a standing position and immediately tugged her shirt down to cover her diaper, as if he hadn’t already seen the state she was in. “Michael! I-I didn’t think you’d be home until tonight...”

“Well, I’m home early. I couldn’t bear to stay in the office any longer, so I took the rest of the day off. Now, explain to me why you’re wearing a diaper...”

“I-I’m not wearing a diaper!” A pathetic lie. Her cheeks burned bright red, and she refused to look him in the eye.

He walked over and effortlessly lifted her shirt. She had no upper body strength, and even if she did, she was no match for him. “What’s this then?” he said, looking down at the front of her diaper, stained yellow.

Tears swelled up in her eyes now. She fought them back, but Michael could tell she was losing the fight. “They’re just something stupid. I-I was just messing around...”

“Messing around in a diaper? Where did you even get this? It’s your size, but it has prints for babies all over it.”

“Please just drop it, okay? I swear, I’ll never do anything like this again.”

The tears started trickling down Shelly’s cheeks. Half of him felt bad for her. She must have been so embarrassed. The other half was just plain mad. He worked every day from 9 to 5, and here she was, filling a diaper like a little girl, laughing and playing with stickers.

“I’m not going to drop this. I want an explanation.”

She crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” she said with a huff.

“Yes, you do, if you want me to keep any ounce of respect for you. Or are you really going to stand there and pout like a child? You’re really earning that diaper, you know...”

“I am not a child!” Even Shelly understood the ridiculousness of yelling that at her boyfriend while she stood there covered in stickers and a soaked diaper. The shame in her face burned hotter, and that’s when Michael knew she was about to crack.

“I just... I saw them online, and I thought they would be fun to try,” she said between sobs. “I didn’t think you would find out... I’m really sorry.”

She looked pathetic, standing there with her arms folded, sobbing like a baby. But Michael had to admit, she looked cute, too. Adorable, even. She’d always been childish. Wearing bright, girly dresses and being too afraid to watch horror movies or go on roller coasters with him. Other people called her fragile and overly sensitive, but Michael liked those things about her. There was an innocence to how she viewed the world, with bright eyes untainted by the bleakness he always found himself surrounded by.

“So you saw them online, and you bought them. With the money I earned.” All Shelly could do was nod. He could tell by her demeanor how utterly humiliated she was. And something sadistic within him wanted to rub it in.

“And you knew I wouldn’t like it, because you hid it from me. Isn’t that right?” She just nodded again, this time slower. But that wasn’t good enough. “No. Use your words. I want to hear you admit you hid it from me.”

Shelly let out an audible gulp before complying. “Yes... I hid it from you.”

“Try again. Say ‘Yes, Sir.’”

Shelly’s eyes went wide as the words caught in her throat. “Y-you’re not serious?”

“That doesn’t sound like what I told you to say.” There was a growing intensity in his tone. He was talking down to her, and judging by the amount of squirming Shelly was doing, it was yielding results.

Shelly folded her hands together in front of her, blushing even more furiously. “Y-Yes Sir...”

“Say the full thing, and don’t stutter.”

“Yes Sir. I hid it from you.”

“Because you knew I wouldn’t like it, right?”

“Yes-“

He cut in with a sharp edge. “Try again.”

“Yes sir. I knew you wouldn’t like it, so I hid it from you. I’m very sorry.”

Michael let out a deep sigh. What was he going to do with her? He wasn’t going to break up with her; he knew that much. He loved her too much. And besides, making her go through that little song and dance just to break up with her after would have been cruel. Too cruel even for this sudden sadistic side that was cropping up. Still, she needed to be put in her place.

“Alright, now I want you to listen to me. I earn all the money around here, while you sit at home, doing whatever you want, and buying trivial things like... well, like diapers. And you know what, I’ve been patient with you. I understood when you dropped out of college six months before you would have gotten your degree. You told me you needed a change of pace, that you needed to ‘find yourself,’ and I supported you, emotionally and monetarily.”

“And I’m very grateful for that-“

“I’m not done. Now hush and listen to me while I speak.”

Shelly stood up straighter, tightening her grip on her hands. Michael noticed, and he liked how compliant she was being. How pliable.

“As I was saying, I supported you when you dropped out of school. And I’ve been patient while you’ve been telling me you’ve been looking for a job. But it’s been months, and you have nothing to show for it. Not even an interview. I haven’t even seen you write a resume. But still, I didn’t say anything, because I respect you, and I want to be Mr. Supportive Boyfriend.”

“But then I come home today, and I find you like this. Not just wearing a diaper, but one that looks like it was made for an overgrown toddler. Is that what you are?”

He waited, but she didn’t answer. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. You may speak.”

“No Sir. I’m not an overgrown toddler.”

“I’m not so sure about that. Because that diaper you’re wearing is soaking wet, and it doesn’t look like you just wet it once. You’ve been wearing it all day, I bet. Sitting there in your own filth, covering yourself with stickers like a little girl who doesn’t know any better. And maybe that’s what you are.”

“Michael, please, I know how this seems. But I swear to you, it’ll never happen again. I won’t do this anymore. Just please don’t embarrass me like this... I’m really sorry, okay?”

“Where is the pack of diapers?”

A twinge of fear struck her face. “What do you mean?”

“You didn’t just buy one diaper, I’m sure of it. Show me the rest of the pack.”

“We really don’t need to do this...”

“You don’t make those decisions anymore. I gave you an instruction, and you’re going to listen to it. Now.”

“Or what? I’ve asked you to drop this, but you just keep going. I’m not going to play this game anymore.”

“Three.”

“Oh, really? You’re counting now? I’m not a child, Michael. I’m not afraid of you counting.”

“Two.”

“Sure, keep going. It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it, anyway.” She crossed her arms once again, clearly tired of the games. But she seemed to forget she was the one who started these games, and much to his surprise, Michael was enjoying his time playing.

“One. Last chance. Show me the bag of diapers.”

“Make me.”

That was the final straw. Michael grabbed Shelly by the arm, and though she tried to resist, she never stood a chance. In one swift motion, he had her over his knee as he sat down on the couch. Shelly gasped. He took his hand and struck her once, hard, right over her diaper. He hit the padding with a puff, and immediately he recognized the issue.

“This just won’t do.”

“What are you doing? Stop this right now!”

He placed his hand inside the back of her diaper, right at the waistband, and ripped it off her. The tapes came undone with little force, and the back half of the diaper fell onto his lap. Shelly’s thighs were dripping wet, and not from the pee that had long dried.

“You’re really going to pretend you don’t like this? Look at how soaking wet you are.”

She struggled, but it was no use. He overpowered her without even really trying. “That diaper has too much padding to give you a proper spanking. So we’ll just have to see if you can handle my raw hand on your bare butt.”

With one smack, then another, Michael took out his pent-up frustration on Shelly’s perfectly round cheeks. She cried out along to each slap, providing the vocals for the drum solo he was playing on her behind. As he spanked away, her cheeks reddened and slowly began to bruise, and her thighs grew more and more sopping wet.

“You’d better not be peeing yourself again. Or can’t you hold it anymore? Do I need to try re-potty training you, is that it?”

Shelly just sobbed. There were no words to be said. Michael was sure she knew, deep down, how much she deserved this. And there was no pretending it didn’t excite her.

“You didn’t think I’d punish you for behaving like an insolent child? You didn’t think I’d bend you over and spank you like the pathetic little girl you’ve been acting like? I think you need this. You need someone to put you in your place. Isn’t that right, little girl? Say it. Tell me just how right I am.”

“Y-Yes Sir... You’re right...,” she said between each spank. “Yes, Sir...” Spank. “You’re right, Sir...” Spank, spank. One on each cheek. Michael continued working away to the chorus of obedience she sang directly into his ears.

By the time he had finished, Shelly’s butt was every shade of pink and tan and brown, red and purple and blue. The tears that had been streaming down her face were mostly dry, and any hint of disobedience had been vanquished from her spirit.

“Now. Be a good girl and show me where that pack of diapers is.”

She hobbled to her feet, barely able to walk straight after the ruthless spanking. Slowly, she moved to the bedroom, and he followed. Buried deep within her closet, behind all her personal belongings, there was an open pack of diapers. Just one.

“Give it here.”

Shelly handed it to him hesitantly. When he looked inside, his suspicions were confirmed.

“Just as I thought. The pack is more than halfway empty. This wasn’t the first time you filled a diaper while I was at work. You haven’t even been looking for a job, have you? You’ve just been here at home all day, mindlessly filling your diapers without a care in the world. Admit it. Tell me the truth.”

“I... I really did look for a job at first. B-But... when I got the diapers... I just loved them so much. I really loved them. I just wanted to wear them all the time... But I’ve learned my lesson now. I promise. I won’t ever wear them again, and I’ll look for work right away.”

“Oh no, silly girl. I never said I was going to let you stop wearing them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Clearly, I can’t trust you to behave like an adult. And you just said it yourself, you love them and wanted to wear them all the time. So that’s exactly what you’ll do. You’ll be my good little girl from now on. I’ll change you in and out of your diapers, and you’ll use them whenever you have to go potty. Maybe in time we can move you up to Pull-Ups and try potty training you again. But clearly you aren’t ready to be an adult, so I’d be a fool to treat you like one.”

“You’re not serious...”

“I’m completely serious. Now go lay down on the bed.”

Shelly did as she was told without hesitance or backtalk. Michael could definitely get used to that. There was disbelief in her eyes, as if she were waiting to wake up from a dream any moment now. But Michael was determined to prove to her she wasn’t dreaming. This would be her life now, whether she liked it or not. He had a feeling she would love it.

Michael took one of the remaining diapers from the package. He opened it and spread it out before placing it beneath Shelly. He had never changed a diaper before, but it was a fairly intuitive process. He knew the tapes went in the back, though it surprised him to see this diaper have four tapes instead of two. Still, it wasn’t so hard. He just made sure each tape was fastened snuggly around Shelly as he pulled them into place, watching as she blushed a new shade of red for each one. She couldn’t stop squirming, and he had to hold her down a few times, but she was mostly well behaved for him.

At one point, about two tapes in, she pointed to the same spot where the diapers were hidden. “Use your words, baby girl.”

With a small squeak, Shelly let out, “P-Powder...”

When Michael checked what she meant, he found a bottle of baby powder sitting there waiting for him. “Ah, so maybe I was wrong to call you a toddler? Maybe you’re just a baby after all.”

He sprinkled the powder over her and smoothed it into her skin. Shelly could no longer hold back and let out one glorious moan like music to Michael’s ears. “Aww, so my baby girl really enjoys her powder, does she? I’ll have to remember that.”

Michael finished taping Shelly’s diaper into place and lifted her into a sitting position. He sat down beside her on the bed and pulled her into a hug, just holding her there for a bit. She snuggled into him, clearly in need of the affection.

“I had a feeling my baby girl would need some lovies after such a hard spanking, but you really deserved it, sweetie. Isn’t that right?”

Shelly nodded.

“Ah ah ah, let me hear those words. You’re big enough to use your words, aren’t you, kiddo?”

“Y-yes Sir,” she said for the last time.

“No baby, that’s not quite right. It doesn’t have the right ring to it.”

“What do you mean, Sir?” She had baby doll eyes, wide like a doe’s. Those big, beautiful eyes finally met his, staring deep into his soul, knowing what he wanted to say next, but not daring to hope her wish would come true. But Michael had every intention of fulfilling that wish, and every wish his little girl would ever have from now on.

With a deep breath, Michael said the words he knew Shelly wanted to hear. “No more ‘Sir,’ baby girl. From now on, call me Daddy.”

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Watch me make a Super Loud Mess in my Diapee

I can’t afford more Diapees and I’m only $10 away from my first JFF payment!

🥺

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Belt whipping in sheer panties.

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Baby Strikes Out

“No! No! No! Noooooo!”   I stamped my feet and chewed furiously around the invasive pacifier bulb filling my mouth. My cheeks burned, fully aware of the spectacle I was making as my wife and her friends looked on in surprised amusement, and perhaps a bit of second-hand embarrassment. But I didn’t care. This had gone far enough!   She could take away my video games, dress me in this ridiculous outfit, drag me through humiliation after degrading humiliation, but a bed time?? This was the last straw! Over the last year Mommy (wait, no I mean Sara!) had managed to strip every past identifier of my old life and the man I used to be, and with each privilege and cherished article gone I found myself becoming the person… the baby she wanted me to be. But dammit I was still a fan! And it’s the World Series! I’ve been waiting for this moment all year, my whole life even! She can’t make me go to bed now.   “You said… You said I could stay up! And watch with your friends! I want to watch!” I cried. I had even agreed to join them in the living room wearing the ridiculous new onesie she got me, the words “Mommy’s Lil Slugger” emblazoned over a cartoon ball and bat across my chest, all with the expectation that I could watch my team take the field on the greatest stage. Just to feel normal again, for even one night.   I could feel the hot tears rolling down my cheeks now. Sliding under the plastic guard of the pacifier, already slick with my spit, collecting with the drool running down my chin. The leg gatherings of my embarrassingly thick diaper rustled with each frustrated stomp. It was a full on tantrum now. She did it, she finally broke me. Months of restraints, supplements, spankings, all to force me into submission. But this finally broke me.   “I want! I want! I want!” I wailed, shook my mittened fists, and stomped my feet, the soft booties making only the dullest of thuds on the carpet. What was I doing?? I’ve never thrown a fit like this! Not since I was an actual baby. Not with Mommy watching. Not with her friends watching!! But I couldn’t help it, I was fully in it now, singularly focused on this final act of resistance.   And that’s when I felt it. The tummy gurgle. Suddenly ripped from my infantile tunnel vision, I felt myself brought soberingly back to a few short hours ago, before the guests arrived, confined tightly in the kitchen highchair, struggling in vain against the pastel leather straps as Mommy shoveled spoonful after spoonful of orange mush past my quivering lips. I suddenly remembered watching helplessly as the occasional dollop of slop splattered pathetically against the white plastic tray, and thinking that something was off. I wasn’t able to focus on it then, having to quickly steel myself for the next disgusting mouthful, much of which destined to end up smeared across my face anyway, but I was right. It wasn’t a trick of the eye, I had seen the unmistakable white powder carelessly mixed in with baby food. Laxatives! But why? Why Mommy? I was good today! I was good!   *Gurgle*   Another violent churn of my bowels brought me back to the moment. Frantically I looked around the room. To Lauren and Michael watching fixated from the couch. Alyssa sitting on Brad’s lap on the armchair. All looking on in a mixture of amazement and horror as the diapered boy before them doubled over, now clutching his stomach. I took one last look at Mommy and caught the slightest smirk firming on her gorgeous lips. And then it happened. Rivers of thick, gooey mush forced their way out of my backside, filling every crevice of space in my previously pristine white diaper. I bit down on my paci, grunted, and cried softly to myself as the back of my already thick diapers crinkled loudly, bulging further outwards. The adorable felt catcher’s mitt sewn onto the butt expanded to hold the softball sized lump growing in the seat of my pants. I moaned pathetically as my bladder surrendered as well, urine flowing endlessly through the opening of my baby blue cage, pooling and mixing with the shameful mess below. Finally finished with the humiliating ordeal and drained from my screaming fit, I felt my bowed legs suddenly give out beneath me and before I could stop myself, I was falling. Though only a couple feet, it felt an eternity before SPLAT, my bottom collided with the carpeted floor, smearing my mess deeper into the confines of my plastic prison. I could feel it threatening to creep up my back past the waistband, straining against the leg guards, and coating my naughty bits. Parts that even I didn’t get to touch.   And so I sobbed. I sobbed for myself, the poor, miserable position I found myself in, and the person, the baby, I had become. But honestly? I mostly sobbed as a scared little boy, who needed his Mommy and who needed a change. I felt her delicate hands cup my chin as she raised my puffy red face to meet her maternal gaze.   “All I said was to go brush your lil teefies and get ready for bed. I didn’t say that it was your bed time…”   My cheeks burned even redder than before, I tried to look away but she had my chin firmly now. I chewed my pacifier nervously.   “But after this? You clearly aren’t old enough to stay up with us big kids. Maybe it is somebody’s bed time. Sorry everyone, someone gets a bit cranky this late at night. Let me go tuck this lil stinker in and I’ll be back to watch the game in a few minutes. There’s beers in the fridge!”   She turned back to me. “Come, baby.”   She began to walk past the foyer and up the landing to ascend the stairs, pausing only to look back and give me that look that said “you had better come right now if you know what’s good for you.”   Feeling more humiliated than ever before but terrified of what Mommy might do if I didn’t comply, I rolled over, feeling the soppy squish of my loaded diaper as I came to a kneel, and began the long crawl up the stairs, thankful the buttons holding my onesie, strained though they were, hadn’t popped. As I climbed, I tried to ignore the hushed whispers and excited gasps from below, opting to stare intently at each wooden step and hope I could turn invisible. Still, I couldn’t help but look up to glance at Mommy’s pert figure. Her luscious curves moving with each swaying step. Her skirt flared and I caught the slightest glimpse of her delicate lace panties and I felt my member begin to harden in my baby print prison before the plastic of the cage uncomfortably reminded me of my unenviable situation. As if the squelching stew in the seat of my pants couldn’t do that enough.   Finally, we found ourselves at the door to my dreaded nursery. Despite the pastel walls, colorful block lettered mat, and general softness radiating from every conceivable angle, I couldn’t help but shudder to think of every painful memory to take place here over the last year, each one robbing me just a bit more of my old self. I couldn’t reminisce for long, though, as I heard mommy’s syrupy sweet words of encouragement. “Come on baby!” I began to crawl towards the changing table, towering above me in the opposite corner of the room, its shelves stacked high with row upon row of fluffy, white, cartoon imprinted diapers, bottles of baby powder, tubs of wipes, and many more exotic implements meant to regress and humiliate me ever further.   “Ah, ah, ah! This time Mommy did say bed time. And Mommy meant it.“   Stunned, I looked back at her to see if she might be kidding. Or if my pleading gaze might change her mind. But I saw no such remorse in her eyes, or in the mischievous grin curling up her lips. “Crib. Now.”   Defeated, I crawled over to the adorable, oversized baby bed that had become my nightly prison, slumped over the lowered side and lifted one leg after the other as I clambered gingerly inside, my full diaper squishing and churning with each awkward movement. Mommy stepped over, raised the bars and I heard the telltale click locking them in place. I sighed deeply, resigning myself to an early night and what was sure to be an uncomfortable morning highlighted by a diaper rash I knew I wouldn’t soon forget. Mommy leaned over the railing, handed me a bottle of warm milk and kissed me on the forehead, her butter-soft breasts swaying gently underneath her loosely buttoned baseball jersey.   “Night night sweetie, I’ll check on you in the morning. Behave yourself!”   She turned and strutted out of the room, turning out the light as she went, leaving me in almost total darkness, the shapes of the changing table, my play pen, toy box and the dreaded punishment corner barely illuminated by the soft orange glow of my Winnie The Pooh night light. The smell from my mess permeated the nursery and mixed with the ever-present aroma of powder, ointment and stale urine. I wish I could say it bothered me, but truthfully I had grown used to it. Delicately, I rolled over onto my back, trying to avoid disturbing the toxic sludge below, the constant reminder of my infantile state, and spat out my pacifier. Reluctantly, I began to suck on my baba as I strained to listen to the sounds of the game below, wishing desperately that someone would suggest turning up the volume, as the sounds of the night air outside began to swell with the chorus of summertime, punctuated only by the occasional cheer from the living room, or from the neighbors next door. “Must be a good game,” I thought to myself as my eyelids began to droop. My head hit the pillow, and soon I was born swiftly off to dreams of hitting a home run and rounding the plates, blissfully unaware of whatever new adventures, and newer lows, the morning would surely bring.

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I just keep getting spanked no matter what I do😭😭😭

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This is what happens when the school bully finds what underwear you wear.

Me: No please don't do that.😱

Bully: Why? That's all a big baby like you deserves.😆

Me: I'll do what you tell me to do.😣

Bully: Oh really, Then start with my homework and for the rest we will see.🤔😏😈

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big shirt, bigger diapers… tiny cage……👉👈

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Stinky Boy at the Park

I sighed with frustration as I stood at the top of the quarter pipe. This trip to the skate park was going to be a busy because of a rumbling in my stomach. I couldn’t focus on my tricks and the slightly crampy and bloated feeling was proving to be a total nuisance. I was diapered under my tan joggers, but there was no way I wanted to walk home with a load in my pants.

Deciding it was best to take care of my discomfort, I decided to start for home. As I walked through the park, the dull cramps in my stomach gave way to some soft gurgling. My body grew tense and I clutched my stomach through my soft black hoodie. Ugh, this was bad!

I felt a cold sweat break out across my brow as my steps grew uneasy. My muscles we’re beginning to clench and I suddenly felt my desperation growing. I was a champ at holding it; why was I freaking out?

I increased the speed of my careful, small steps. It felt like at any moment, my mess was going to make a swift exit into my seat. To make matters worse, I realized there was some kind of large gathering going on in the main park. I couldn’t turn back now. The fastest way out of the park was to quickly navigate through the crowd.

As I carefully and quickly weaved through the people, the desperation intensified. I could feel a warmth signaling that the load was ready to make an exit. My jaw tensed up and I drew in a breath. Just a few minutes and I would at least be out of the park.

Suddenly, someone bumped into me with enough force to knock my skateboard out of my arms. It was like slow motion. As I reached out for it, my concentration broke and my muscles unclenched.

As my board went crashing to the ground, my stanced bowed as a warm, sticky log forced it’s way out into my seat. The pressure caused it to mash into a sticky, muddy pile as more poop came churning out with a stream of loud crackling.

“Are you okay?” I didn’t even realize that the guy who bumped my board out of my hands had been watching me with a mixture of pity and hesitation on his face. I immediately felt the searing heat of embarrassment wash over my face as this guy watched me helplessly poop in my pants like a toddler. I silently nodded slowly and scrambled to crouch down to retrieve my board.

Crouching was a mistake. The mess intensified and the sticky, thick warmth spread and smeared across my seat. A slight scent wafted upward, but luckily my hoodie kept too much from wafting further.

“Unggghhh!” I gave a push and kept my eyes down to the ground. Crouching in my shameful state of filth, I couldn’t bear to look at the people staring at me. Overcome with embarrassment, I began to uncontrollably wet my diaper as well. I grabbed the front of my pants out if shock and gasped. The flood of sticky poop finally stopped, but it felt as if I had five pounds of warm fudge sitting in my diaper.

I quickly grabbed my skateboard and waddled away from the crowd. I knew that the back of my pants were bulging and sagging badly at this point. As I walked, the messy warmth mashed against my bottom and I felt myself instantly get hard. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, which made me feel strangely hotter. Once I was out of sight from the crowd, I hid behind a dumpster and felt my seat.

The warmth was intoxicating and I sighed as I began to knead it slowly and heavily.

I would have to take care of the tent in my pants when I got home, preferably before cleaning up…

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Sounds like she needed that

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Due to Popular Demand

well…😖 Go see for Yourself JFF🤎

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Samara & Taylor Mae: Wet Diaper Rubbing

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“I'm really sorry I have to spank you baby, but you're wearing a messy diaper and the picture just isn't complete unless you're crying”

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Can’t Sleep without a Thick Soggy Diaper between my legs >///<

Sub to my JFF 🤎

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💖 20 Things This ABDL Babysitter Loves About Diaper Boys💖

1. The timid look on their faces when I tell them to lay down on the changing table and their facial expressions when I spread their legs, pull down their dirty diaper front, and giggle at their somehow always tiny wee-wee, while gagging on their pamper stink and making disgusted faces.

2. The sound of crotch snaps snapping on a cute baby blue onesie, snugly holding up a helpless diaper boy’s saggy pamper.

3. The way diaper boys move their hips and try to hide their little moans and grunts when I pull their new pamper front tight and start fastening the tabs. And the whimper they make when I make sure their pee-pees are pointing snugly downward in their fresh diaper.

4. How they blush and look down or away when I ask them how their diaper is doing when we are out in public.

5. The way a diaper boy's eyes look when he looks up at me from the changing pad while I'm putting a paci in his mouth and patting his pamper.

6. When they stand perfectly still and try to act casual while I check their diapers and adjust the diaper in back, making sure to sniff.

7. Their reaction to the loud crinkle of their wet diaper or a butt pat when we are out in public.

8. That blank “pee-pee” face boys make while doing a pee in their diaper and their happy relieved expressions afterwards.

9. How they can be so embarrassed but also so ready to put their old stinky pamper in the diaper pail like a good boy and the look on their face when I make them sniff it and then wave and say “bye-bye” to their poopy diaper before dropping it in the pail.

10. The sweet smell of lavender body lotion, baby powder, guy scent, and wet pamper.

11. How they give up all of their dignity and are totally humiliated and contrite but silently thankful for their babysitter and their clean soft pamper and safe crib at night.

12. That scared look in their eyes and their hands trying to cover up their pamps when I have a friend over and I’m babysitting a diaper boy loser.

13. The rush I get when a little one is almost asleep but wakes up because he realizes that his cold pamper is soaked and wants a diaper change right now. And the bigger rush I get from letting him wait in his soggy cold and eventually poopy pamper, crying like a real toddler, while I watch on the baby monitor and calmly sip tea.

14. I love how diaper boys on social media ask me to watch them while they poop in their pamper. Even though it’s in private in a locked room and just for me and the camera, I can sense their humiliation. It’s hot when they stop suddenly after making grunting sounds. How they shift awkwardly and make the most adorable scrunchy faces, knowing full well a woman on is watching them on a full length video camera zoomed in on their bulging pamper and blushy blank poo-poo face. And then when they look so proud after and waddle over to show me the sag and want to be praised, I love telling them that I’m glad I can’t smell their stanky loser butts and to get a life! Diaper boys are so needy!

15. I especially love when a cute diaper boy has had a laxative and then he is playing or watching television distractedly when, suddenly, he starts to fill his pamper without warning. I adore the loud sounds and his his face first expresses discomfort and then panic, as he starts to realize what is about to happen. So adorbs. But my fave thing is when they can feel themselves starting to poop their diaper, there is this cute blank face with fear building up, and an awareness that they are going to look so dumb helpless and are no match for the physical act and mess going on in their pamper.

16. I love it that these spoiled toddlers always want out of their wet and poopy diapers so they can go play or watch tv, only to complain and fuss when its diaper change time. I love teaching them that babies don’t decide when they get a new pamper.

17. I love the small grunts and eye bulging expressions when I strap them down on the changing table and rub their pamper like a metronome, edging them with an unstoppable rhythm until I hear that special whine. Then I walk away, with a bored look, and ignore them as I scroll on my phone, text, and talk to my besties. Repeat when bored :) No release. No mercy, as they get progressively more desperate.

18. The cute confused look and then gasping burst of energy when I give them a time limit to make diaper humpies. For example, twenty seconds on, ten seconds off, just to drive them crazy with frustration, till they almost make a sticky diaper. Then I make them beg and only then do I allow one more twenty second session. Their eyes stare like the world is about to collapse in on them, their heads droop, they don't seem able to vocalize clearly, they whimper and quiver their lower body, trying to finish in their pamp, they stammer and force out words that don't mean anything just like the babies they are. And if they manage to get a release in time I make them yell “baby make goo-goo!” It’s hilarious!

19. To see a sweaty panting diaper boy’s face redden with humiliation as he senses he might not be able to make stickies in time with his lil wee-wee contained inside double dry stiff diapers, no matter how fast and hard he humps, but he just keeps trying until the timer goes off, and then he whines like then immature crybaby that all diaper boys are.

20. Seeing them trying to squat without being noticed (failing, of course). I imagine their humiliation and desperation as they realize they will soon be stuck in a poopy diaper. I find it fascinating, and I just get a nice rush seeing it. This is one of my faves for sure, and I have spoken with other ladies who also mentioned how nice it is to see a diaper boy squatting like the helpless immature toddler he is and trying to stifle his grunts and farts while making an invariably silly, cranky, and guilty poo-poo face. Cute diaper guys squatting, making dumb scrunchy poo-poo faces, their hands on their hips, their pamper starting to droop, is the stuff dreams are made of for this diaper boy fangirl :) I always wonder what goes through their mind in that moment.