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Bedtime, baby

After a long day of work, you came home to your caregiver taking gentle care of you.

Today was the longest day at work. At least, it felt like it. For you, the day just droned on and on. All you wanted to do was go home and relax.

The drive home felt even worse. Traffic went on for miles, and what's usually a 20 minute drive lasted for almost an hour. You were exhausted, and you just wanted to get home to your partner.

After what felt like a year and a half, you finally pulled into your driveway, hurriedly turning off your car, gathering your belongings, and walking through the front door.

To your surprise, your partner seemed to have a hunch. They had a whole set up made just for you.

On the couch in the living room sat your favorite stuffie, a small fidget toy, and a paci all laid out neatly on your favorite soft blanket. On the TV was your favorite comfort movie on pause, waiting just for you.

You shut the door behind you, setting your keys up and belongings on the coffee table, and as you walked further into the apartment, your partner was in the kitchen, holding a small plate of chicken nuggets in one hand and a sippy cup full of juice.

"Hi, honey," your partner cooed, handing you the plate and juice. They placed a hand on your back, leading you out of the kitchen and on the couch, sitting you down and unpausing the movie.

You weren't completely sure what to do. Everything was perfect, and completely unexpected. You felt like you hit a wall. No matter how wonderful this was you just... couldn't.

Your partner took notice of your awry expression, petting your hair.

"What's up?" they asked.

You set your food down on the coffee table and sighed. "This is perfect, really," you said. "I just... this is so nice of you. I just can't do it right now. I'm just tired."

Your partner nodded. "That's ok, bubbas. But I do think this would help you a lot." They paused the movie again, bringing you into a hug. "Can we try something?" You nodded. All you wanted was to just relax. You knew they were right, this would help after the day you had.

They stood up, grabbing your hand and leading you along into your shared bedroom. "Sit here, baby," they said, sitting you down on your bed, and they walked into the bathroom. You wondered what they could possibly be doing in there after hearing rustling.

They came back out holding... a piece of paper? How odd.

But as they came closer, you could see the small details on it. Your heart fluttered when you found out it was a diaper. Your face flushed, and your partner chuckled.

"Can I put this on, bubbas?" they asked. You nodded sheepishly, laying down on the bed.

Expertly, they slipped off your bottom half and folded the diaper on. You sat up, loving how soft it felt. You could already feel the wall breaking, and yourself slipping.

"Let's get you back out so you can eat your dinner, ok? It's starting to get late, honey." You nodded, letting them lead you back out onto the couch. You were much more receptive to everything that had been previously laid out.

After the movie ended and you finished eating, you felt your eyelids become heavier. You practically fell sideways onto your partner, letting your eyes close.

"Oh, is my baby getting sleepy?" they asked. You nodded, turning to hug their waist. They chuckled, moving to pick you up. "You can't fall asleep on me."

But I want to, you thought. But as you opened your mouth to tell your partner, all that came out was incoherent babbles.

Your partner smiled. They slipped your paci in your mouth, let you grab hold of your stuffed animal, and picked you up, letting you rest your head on their shoulder.

"Oh, my, you're so small! Look at you!" They danced in front of a mirror in the entry way, swaying back and forth, making silly faces at you. You couldn't help but giggle.

"Does my bubbas want a bottle before bed?" they asked. You nodded enthusiastically. They whisked you away into the kitchen, pulling a bottle out of a cupboard. They set you down on the counter, and you frowned.

"Hey honey, it's ok. I just need to get the milk, ok?" Reluctantly, you nodded, whining in response.

They poured the milk into the bottle and a splash of vanilla inside, knowing that's exactly how you liked it, and threw it in the microwave for a few seconds, warming it up to soothe you to sleep.

Once everything was ready, they grabbed the bottle, picked you back up, collected your blanket off of the couch, and laid you down in bed, changing your shirt to a comfy sleep shirt and clipping your paci onto the collar of your shirt. Carefully, they slipped the paci out of your mouth, letting it hang by your side, and set the tip of the bottle in your mouth. They smiled as they felt you drinking the milk, and pet your hair softly.

Once the bottle was empty once again, they set it down on their night stand, placing the paci back in your mouth, and slipping the blankets over you. You were content, you were tiny, and you were finally, finally, relaxed. They were right. This was exactly what you needed.

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500 Followers? Adventure time!

I’m a bit late but here is the celebration of 500 followers on tumblr! My discord friends convinced me that a double diapered hike in the woods was a good idea. I drank sooooo much water, and absolutely soaked my pants today. I had a bunch of time alone. I hope you like it.

If this posts gets 500 notes, I’ll try to redo it with an ABDL diaper next time. If this hits 1000 notes, then I’ll probably have to bring out an enema or suppository…

Like what you see? Send me messages with new ideas for embarrassing diaper adventures!

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Up until this point it had just been subtle nuances. The slight wiff of a childlike fragrance, an underlying smell of stale urine, or his deliberate skipping of college PE class. But as Jonathons friends secretly entered his private dorm room next to the campus nurses quarters, with the intention of finding out more, the penny dropped.

Two things happened as Marcus, Robbie and Jess puzzled over the small corner bed decked out as a nappy changing table.

Firstly, and quite abruptly, an adjoining door swung open into the room catching Jess' foot limiting its opening range and effectively forming a division between the three friends and whoever was coming through the door.

Secondly, a naked body was thrust into the room and steered towards the bed.

"Come on Jonathon, let's get your nappy on and get you ready for bed. I've got your bottle warming but you can have milkies from my breast as a treat for being such a good boy in... Oh, who are you three?"

No more than a minute later Jonathon was laying on his back, legs in the air, his dummy in his mouth and his cheeks flushed crimson in embarrassment. While Robbie and Marcus had their phones out, having refused the nurses request to help out, Jess and the nurse were busy applying baby talc and taping Jonathon into the shamefully thick plastic nappy.

"Now if you're any kind of friends" the nurse began, "I'm sure Jonathon would appreciate you keeping his bedwetting problems between the five of us. After all, he's got another three years at college and his Step Mother give me strict instructions he's to be kept babied the entire time."

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Completely soaked! Finally time for a change!

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Jus one of those days, always good to just relax after a long day of work ^.^

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So wet, I definitely need a new diaper! 👶🏻🚼💦

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Hi there! I’m Baby Ganymede 💛

I’m a full-time little and ABDL author, and I’ve just published my first full-length book: Daddy’s Boy.

It’s a deeply personal story about love, care, and finding your forever Daddy — told through the eyes of a boy who gives up adulthood to live the life he’s always needed.

I’ll be sharing chapter previews and extras here over time, alongside little thoughts, pics, and soft things that keep me feeling small and seen.

If you’re into ABDL, full-time regression, gentle discipline, and emotionally rich kink — you’re so welcome here. 🌙🧸

Now, let’s start at the beginning…

PROLOGUE

Dylan turned forty a few weeks ago, but the milestone left him feeling empty. Deep within him, an insistent voice echoed a yearning he could neither suppress nor ignore. His birthday celebration had been a grand affair, held at one of London’s trendiest bars, filled with laughter, friends, and merriment. Yet, little did he know, this would be the last adult birthday he would ever celebrate.

On the surface, Dylan’s life appeared enviable. He had built a successful career with a prestigious company, thriving in the high-pressure world of corporate negotiations. The thrill of closing deals and navigating complex challenges was exhilarating. However, beneath this professional success lay an unfulfilled personal life. Dylan’s true desire was to find a partner, someone who could love and understand him completely. This quest was complicated by his identity as an adult baby, a core part of him since before puberty, and an aspect of himself he could never abandon.

Dylan’s journey to find companionship had been fraught with difficulties. He had ventured into relationships with men outside the ABDL community, hoping to find acceptance. However, these attempts invariably ended in heartbreak. The need to embrace his ‘little’ side was too intrinsic, too powerful to be set aside. Conversely, relationships within the ABDL community brought him closer to understanding, but often fell short of fulfilling his emotional needs. Many of his partners, whether older brothers or Daddies, treated the lifestyle as a part-time role. They lacked the deep emotional investment that Dylan craved, leaving him feeling more isolated and desperate with each failed relationship.

His adult baby desires were not his only passion. Dylan was also captivated by various kinks, with a particular obsession for rubber. He relished dressing in sleek, shiny outfits, immersing himself in the vibrant atmosphere of London’s rubber clubs. These escapades allowed him to indulge in anonymous sex, momentarily quelling his sexual urges. However, these encounters failed to satisfy his deeper need to be ‘little’ and to find a partner who would take control of every aspect of his life, providing the nurturing and structure he so deeply desired.

Dylan’s unique set of desires made his quest for a partner challenging. He longed for a man who would not only accept his adult baby lifestyle but also enforce an extreme level of control, taking responsibility for his day-to-day life. This combination of needs, intense emotional connection, strict control, and acceptance of his ABDL identity, was rare and difficult to find.

As Dylan reflected on his life, he often felt a sense of failure. Despite his successes in the corporate world, his personal life seemed to be a series of disappointments. The loneliness and isolation weighed heavily on him. Yet, even in his darkest moments, Dylan knew he couldn’t give up. His dream of finding someone who would understand and love him for who he truly was kept him going.

The search for his perfect partner continued, driven by the hope that one day, he would meet the man who could fulfil his deepest desires. Dylan longed for happiness and a sense of belonging, believing that somewhere out there, the man of his dreams was waiting. This relentless pursuit of acceptance and love was his guiding light, promising a future where he could finally live authentically and be cherished for his true self.

CHAPTER 1 - Introduction

Two weeks after his birthday, Dylan’s life had returned to its usual monotonous daily routine. The excitement of his birthday celebration had faded, leaving behind the familiar cycle of work and solitude. One night, while browsing DiaperBois.com, a message notification caught his attention. It was from a user named StrongDaddy45. Dylan was taken aback; it had been a while since he had received any messages on the site, and he had started to worry that his age might deter potential partners.

StrongDaddy45’s message read: ‘Hi baby boy, how are you? Your profile looks interesting. Let’s chat more.’

Dylan’s heart raced with excitement as he quickly typed a response: ‘Hi, your profile looks good too. Here is my number.’

Eagerly, Dylan clicked on StrongDaddy45’s profile. The description was exactly what he had been longing for: seeking a baby boy for full-time care. The profile picture showed a man in his mid-forties with a strong, manly presence and slightly greying hair, just Dylan’s type.

Within moments, his phone buzzed with a text message: ‘Hi baby, can you share your details?’

Dylan quickly replied: ‘5’7’, average build, green eyes, 6 inches uncut.’

He hesitated briefly before adding: ‘What should I call you?’

The response came swiftly: ‘Great, thanks baby. My name is Michael, but please never call me that, okay? Please respond with ‘yes Daddy’.’

Dylan’s fingers trembled slightly as he typed: ‘Yes, Daddy.’

Almost immediately, another message popped up: ‘Good boy. Here is what I am looking for: someone I can fully own who will be my little boy. There will be very little control from your side, and once committed, there’s no turning back. Are you interested?’

Dylan’s heart pounded. Despite the brevity of their exchange, he felt a strong connection and the thrill of something new and promising. Trying to temper his excitement, he replied: ‘Yes, very interested, Daddy.’

The next hour was a whirlwind of messages. Michael and Dylan exchanged details, interests, and fantasies. Dylan found himself opening up more than he had in years, and Michael’s responses were exactly what he had been longing to hear.

Finally, Michael sent a decisive message: ‘Let’s meet tomorrow. I live just outside of London. Get the train, and I will pick you up. You can stay with me for a few days. Bring only the clothes you are wearing, and make sure you are in a nappy. Your underwear is not welcome in my home. I will send you a list of other items to bring tomorrow.’

Dylan’s pulse quickened. He had some holiday days booked but no plans. He quickly replied: ‘Yes, Daddy, I will be there at 10 am. Any other instructions?’

Michael responded: ‘No, that’s all for now. Be a good boy and head to bed; it’s past your bedtime, and you have a big day tomorrow. Put on a thick Little Rascals nappy with a booster, make sure you have your dummy in your mouth, and drink a bottle of milk before you sleep. I will send instructions in the morning about what to bring tomorrow. Night-night, baby.’

Dylan felt a rush of excitement and obedience. He followed Michael’s instructions meticulously, putting on the nappy, inserting the dummy, and drinking a bottle of milk. As he lay in bed, the thrill of the upcoming meeting filled his mind.

Before going to sleep, Dylan decided to ensure everything was perfect for the following day. He set an alarm for 7 am, giving himself plenty of time to prepare for the journey. He then checked his phone one last time, reading through the messages from Michael again, each one making his heart race with anticipation.

He got up and carefully packed a small bag with the essentials he would need, excluding the clothes Michael had instructed him to leave behind. Dylan meticulously arranged his outfit for the next day, making sure it was comfortable for the trip yet simple, as he knew his main attire would be his nappy.

After double-checking everything, Dylan brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was of a man who was about to embark on a significant new chapter of his life. He smiled, feeling a sense of nervous excitement mixed with a deep longing for what tomorrow would bring.

Crawling back into bed, Dylan pulled the covers up and snuggled with his favourite stuffed animal, a small teddy bear he had since childhood. The familiar comfort of the bear and the thought of Michael’s care made him feel safe and secure.

He closed his eyes, sucking gently on his dummy, and let the day’s excitement wash over him. His thoughts drifted to the possibilities of the coming days, filled with care, structure, and the fulfilment of his deepest desires. Slowly, the rhythm of his breathing steadied, and Dylan drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the day ahead where his fantasies might finally come true.

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Someone got a timeout for being too fussy

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Do you think I had the right outfit for the spa? 🧖‍♂️

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I told Daddy I wanted to be a cool big kid when we went to the pool. He said I still needed to wear my thick diapees so I wouldn’t make a mess in the pool, and I needed my paci so I wouldn’t annoy the grown ups with my babbling 😡