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Diaper Training Lv. 2
NURSERY REMIX
Here's a fun sing along 🎶 for all you diapered cuties who've gone baby brained 👶🧠. Enjoy the bright colors and comforting voice encouraging you to be a diaper dummy! 🤤🚼
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Diaper Training Lv. 2
You've done well with your training so far, baby 👶. Those thoughts have slipped out of your bottom time and time again and now you're ready for the next level. The language in this next program is a bit more appropriate for your new IQ level 📉. You might want to wear a bib. Drooling is a common response to repeated exposure to level 2. 🤤
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Diaper Training Lv. 1
NURSERY REMIX
If this remix doesn't make you blush then you must have already emptied all your brains into your diaper 🧠 💩 ��.
Congratulations! 🎉
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Kryptonite

It doesn’t matter who you are. It doesn’t matter what you’ve accomplished.
None of it makes any difference when you’re about to have your diaper changed.
“Gosh, you’re so just so stinking cute, crinklebutt! I cannot get enough of those blushy lil' cheekies when you're looking up at me.”
She’s not wrong. I can feel my cheeks burning with the all-too-familiar shame that defines my new place in life.
Stripped of any pretense of adulthood. Utterly exposed.
There is no dignity in this position.
Not when I’m lying on the kitchen floor, on a changing mat decorated with diapered teddy bears.
Not when my wife towers over me, cooing at me like I’m an actual toddler. I mean, she’s literally looking down on me.
And especially not when my diaper—my thoroughly used diaper—is on full display.
There is no hiding from the truth.
She'll never see me as the man I used to be ever again. I'll never be anything but the adorable, helpless boy with a loaded diaper she's about to change.
That's all I am to her now.
Cute.
Adorable.
Precious.
That’s all anyone in a diaper can be.
"Aww, are you being a silly willy trying to cover up that diapie, hmm?" she says as she tickles my tummy, "Do you think I don't already know you're a poopy boy?"
Ugh.
See what I mean? She used to respect me. Now I'm just a “silly, poopy boy.”
And doesn't matter how many times I've been in this same position. It never gets any easier. That voice never fails to crush whatever dignity I cling to.
It's not the constant crinkling when I walk. It's not how I'm helpless to prevent my diaper from filling up. It's not even the stupid prints on my diaper or the ridiculous baby things she insists on putting me in. It’s not even that voice.
It's this moment right now.
Diaper changes are the culmination of everything embarrassing about my life: the full, brown, soggy printed diaper; the changing mat; the baby talk; the smile on her face.
All while I helplessly wait for her to wipe me clean.
Trust me, I know how it looks. But if you’re lucky, you’ll never know how it feels to be reduced to this.
"Alright, mister, let's get down to business. Time to wipe that stinky tushy clean!"
There is no mistaking the power dynamic during a diaper change. Nobody would ever wonder if the man that's patiently laying in a poopy diaper is in charge of anything.
And she knows it.
You see, everything changed the first time she changed my diaper.
I'll never forget it. The day I ruined my life.
You might be surprised that it wasn't my incontinence or my diapers that started all of this. Nope. She was surprisingly accepting of it all.
Until I asked her to change my diaper.
It was just an innocent request—I blew out my shoulder playing beer-league softball and needed some help.
I knew I was in trouble the moment she kneeled in front of me, my soggy diaper about to burst.
I could see it in her eyes.
That's the thing about diaper changes. The lesson I learned the hard way.
There is no way to avoid looking like a helpless baby when you’re waiting for a diaper change.
It’s not a position for adults.
As soon as she opened her mouth and I heard that horrible, silly voice reserved for babies, I knew there was no going back.
Each tab that ripped was like a nail in my adult coffin. By the time my legs were lifted in the air, I knew the truth.
I was no longer her husband.
So here I am, hundreds of mortifying changes later. Waiting for yet another diaper change.
Waiting for her to rip open my tabs and reveal the mess I made for her.
Wondering if she’ll ever treat me like a man again.
“Wow, baby! This might be your biggest poopoo yet! Luckily you have your diapies to catch all your uh ohs!”
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Ok baby. Remember that all of these things below are what you want. And what you need

I want to be padded in super thick, poofy padding.

I want to be caged, and a vibrating plug inserted in me.

I want to be constantly reminded to drink lots of water so I can have lots of soggy accidents.

I want to have my padding rubbed, poked, prodded, and stroked.

I want to be reminded how I'm just a little baby, who has no control, will have constant accidents, and can do nothing about it.

I want to be restrained, unable to escape, vulnerable, embarrassed, and humiliated to the point that I'm super blushy.

I want to be teased, having a magic wand buzzing up and down my full padding.

I want to be forced to take an enema. Full and desperate, trying to hold back the inevitble mess that will end up in my crinkles.

I want to be teased about how I'm a little 'tinker, while having the mess squished around. Yet another reminder that I'm such a baby. Big kids don't wear diapers, or make messes in them. But you are no longer a big kid are you?
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Ok baby. Remember that all of these things below are what you want. And what you need

I want to be padded in super thick, poofy padding.

I want to be caged, and a vibrating plug inserted in me.

I want to be constantly reminded to drink lots of water so I can have lots of soggy accidents.

I want to have my padding rubbed, poked, prodded, and stroked.

I want to be reminded how I'm just a little baby, who has no control, will have constant accidents, and can do nothing about it.

I want to be restrained, unable to escape, vulnerable, embarrassed, and humiliated to the point that I'm super blushy.

I want to be teased, having a magic wand buzzing up and down my full padding.

I want to be forced to take an enema. Full and desperate, trying to hold back the inevitble mess that will end up in my crinkles.

I want to be teased about how I'm a little 'tinker, while having the mess squished around. Yet another reminder that I'm such a baby. Big kids don't wear diapers, or make messes in them. But you are no longer a big kid are you?
Image credit DiaperedOnline
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4 diapers is 4 times the fun 🎉😋

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“Good keep embracing him while it happens. This is an important step for him. He needs to feel your overwhelming maternal energy while he fills the diaper. Don’t let go until he’s all done. Hold him tight and feel free to reach down to his bottom to comfort him and feel his progress. He’s pushing out years of pent up negative pressure and emotions, so it may take some time”
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Ok baby are you awake

Hmm I see you haven’t managed to stay dry last night have you

That means another week in nappies for you

Ohhhh. You have really soaked yourself. Never mind. I have a treat for you here.

What’s this? It’s my hitachi wand sweetie

It’s a toy that can reach the places you’ve never been

There. Doesn’t that feel good. Ohh. Ohhhhh. You haven’t made cummies already have you? Oh poor thing you really have no control do you?

Did you just make a big sticky mess in your nappy?

Well I’d better get you changed then hadnt I

Let’s get this soaking wet cummie nappy off you and into something nice and clean shall we?
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Dolores Abernathy finally escaped Westworld.. Only to find her new world to be very different. Had it all been a dream?
(Sort of looks like Evan Rachel Wood, right?)
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