lilalexthediaperkitten

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

You meet a beautiful domme at a bar, really hit it off, and eventually she invites you back to her place. She's made it clear she's polyamorous, and when you arrive she introduces you to her wife. "I keep her in diapers, that's how I like her", she adds, grinning wickedly. You laugh, mumble a timid comment about how it suits her. Everyone has their thing, right? Nothing to be ashamed of, even if its not something you like. The domme takes you back up to her bedroom. Leads you to her bed, pushes you down, and after some kissing and groping, starts to undress you. "Wait a moment, I have to grab something" she says, slipping away for a moment. As she comes back, you hear the crinkle of the thing she's holding before you can make it out. You realize, with a shock, that she's holding a pastel-colored printed diaper and a bottle of baby powder. Seeing the horror on your face she laughs, "You'll learn to like it, sweetheart. I'll make sure of it"

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

"my son is fine"

My daughter wears diapers and sucks on her paci and is such a good little girl~

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

Imagine (AB/DL Story by CradleQuill)

This content is intended for consenting adults aged 18 and older. All characters depicted within this material are fictional and at least 18 years of age. _

Imagine still needing diapers at your age. Imagine liking them too. You just sit there all day, filling your pants like a helpless little baby. That's what gets you off, isn't it? Feeling helpless and pathetic. Knowing you're too little to even make it to the potty on your own.

You just want to be a complete and total baby all the time. You don't want to have to worry about adult responsibilities. You just want to sit there in your full pampers, literally wearing your potty. Letting your mind get dumber and dumber as you slowly unpotty train yourself a little more each day.

Because in the end, deep down, you don't want to be able to go back. There's a part of you secretly hoping one day you'll wake up in a wet diaper that you're certain was dry when you fell asleep. And that part of you hopes it won't realize how far you've fallen until it's too late to go back. You don't want to have to make choices, isn't that right, little one? You might as well have every choice taken from you, even if that means never getting to decide when it's convenient for you to fill your pants.

Something tells me you'd be happier that way. You'd get to be the little baby you've always dreamed of being. No more adult worries or expectations. Just diapers and stuffies and Daddy changing you after you've pottied all over yourself again. This really is the life you want, isn't it? If you admit it and beg me, maybe I'll make all your little wishes come true.

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

Say it with me

I am a baby

I am a good girl and a good girl fills her diapers

I fill my diapers

I love my filled squishy diapers

Cause I am a diaper dummy

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

um of course i use protection in bed??? (diapers)

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

Nice argument sweetie, unfortunately you're in a printed diaper + its wet + you smell like baby powder + your onesie has ruffles on the butt

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

 A Sleepover Welcome

Lena bounced excitedly on her toes as she flung the front door open. “Miaaa!” she squealed, throwing her arms out wide.

Mia grinned, stepping forward into the warm glow of the house. “Lena!” she echoed, just as excited, her overnight bag slung over one shoulder.

The two littles hugged, giggling as they swayed in place for a moment. It had been a whole day since they’d last seen each other at Regression School, which was basically forever.

But as they pulled apart, Mia’s eyes drifted downward.

Her breath caught slightly at the sight of Lena’s diaper—uncovered, on full display beneath her ruffly pajama top. At school, Lena’s diapers were always tucked under shortalls, dresses, or the occasional romper. Even when she got changed, it was quick, discreet, a moment in time before she was dressed again.

Here, though… it was different.

Lena stood there completely at ease, totally unaware of Mia’s stare. The thick padding hugged her bottom snugly, the pastel-colored waistband peeking above her thighs as if it belonged there—as if she belonged in it.

Mia shifted her weight, suddenly unsure what to do with her hands.

She had never really thought about it before, not like this. She wasn’t in diapers—she didn’t need them, not like some of the others at school. Sure, she had accidents sometimes, but that was different. Right?

Lena’s daddy appeared in the doorway, smiling warmly. “Hey, Mia, good to see you again,” he said, ruffling Lena’s curls as she beamed up at him. “Lena’s been looking forward to this all week.”

Mia nodded quickly, still a little distracted. “Yeah, me too,” she said, forcing a smile as she tried to shake the weird feeling in her chest.

Daddy glanced at her bag. “You got everything you need?”

Mia hesitated. “Uh-huh.”

“Good,” Daddy said with a nod, then gave Lena a knowing look. “Did you tell Mia about the rule?”

Lena gasped, clapping her hands together. “Oh! I almost forgot!” She turned back to Mia, eyes twinkling. “Everyone has to wear diapers for the sleepover!”

Mia’s heart skipped. “Oh.”

Lena giggled. “It’s not a big deal,” she reassured quickly. “I mean, almost everyone at school wears them anyway, and Daddy says it’s just easier if everyone wears them tonight.”

Mia swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the soft crinkle that came with every little shift of Lena’s stance. “But… I don’t have any,” she admitted, her voice quieter now.

Daddy smiled, calm and unbothered. “That’s alright, sweetheart. We’ve got plenty here.”

Mia bit her lip, her fingers curling around the strap of her bag. She glanced at Lena, who was still grinning like this was the best idea in the world.

Mia sat cross-legged on the floor, shifting slightly as the unfamiliar bulk of the diaper hugged her bottom. The soft crinkle it made every time she moved sent a nervous flutter through her tummy.

She wasn’t used to this.

Sure, she had seen plenty of other littles in diapers at Regression School, and she had even been around when Lena was getting changed. But actually wearing one? Feeling the thick padding around her waist, between her legs—it was something else entirely.

Her fingers traced the pastel prints on the front, then hesitantly poked at the padding. It was soft, thicker than she expected, and oddly comforting… but also strange.

Lena, sprawled out on her tummy beside her, noticed immediately.

“You keep poking at it,” she giggled, kicking her legs playfully behind her. “Feels funny, huh?”

Mia’s cheeks warmed. “A little…”

Lena rolled onto her back, pulling her knees up with a crinkle. “You get used to it,” she said with a grin. “It’s way better than big-girl undies.”

Mia bit her lip. “I dunno. It’s weird.”

Lena giggled again. “It’s ‘cause you’re still thinking about it like a big girl.” She sat up on her knees, hands resting on the front of her own diaper. “You’re supposed to use it, silly.”

Mia blinked. “Use it?”

Lena nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh! That’s what diapers are for.”

Mia swallowed, suddenly more aware of the soft bulk wrapped around her. “I… I don’t know if I can.”

Before she could say anything, Lena spun around on her knees, facing away from Mia. She shifted onto all fours, her ruffled pajama top lifting slightly as she stuck her bottom out just a little.

Mia blinked. “Lena… what are you doing?”

Lena giggled, peeking over her shoulder. “Showing you,” she said simply.

Mia’s stomach flipped as she realized what Lena meant.

Lena took a deep breath, her body relaxing as she let go. A soft sigh left her lips as her tummy tensed, and Mia didn’t have to guess what was happening—the faintest shift in Lena’s posture, the way her padded bottom pushed out just a bit more, and the sudden, unmistakable bulk forming in the seat of her diaper made it very clear.

Mia’s face burned. She knew littles at Regression School used their diapers all the time, but she had never actually seen someone do it on purpose.

Lena let out a tiny, contented hum, giving the back of her now-bulging diaper a little wiggle. “See?” she said brightly, turning back around to face Mia, completely unfazed. “Easy peasy.”

Mia was definitely not ready for that.

Her fingers curled against her knees as she tried to process what she’d just watched. “You just… went?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lena giggled, flopping onto her bottom with a soft squish. “Well, duh,” she said. “That’s what they’re for, silly.”

Mia’s stomach did another nervous flip as she shifted in her own diaper. She couldn’t imagine just… doing that. But Lena looked so relaxed, so happy—like it was the most normal thing in the world.

 Lena yawned as she snuggled under the blanket, her freshly changed diaper crinkling softly as she shifted. The room was dim now, the soft glow of a nightlight casting gentle shadows on the walls.

Mia sat beside her, pulling the covers up to her chin. Everything felt weird, but not in a bad way. She had never spent a sleepover like this before—wearing a diaper, being around someone like Lena, seeing how normal it all was.

She peeked over at Lena, who was already half-asleep, her thumb lazily resting near her lips. But something caught Mia’s eye.

The back of Lena’s diaper, the one Daddy had just changed her into… it wasn’t dry anymore.

Mia furrowed her brows. “Lena…?” she whispered.

Lena let out a tiny hum of acknowledgment, eyes still closed.

Mia hesitated, then glanced again at the faintly puffier padding around Lena’s waist. “Did you just…?”

Lena blinked sleepily and gave a tiny giggle. “Mmm… probably.” She stretched a little, wiggling deeper into the blankets. “My diaper’s never dry for long…” she mumbled, her voice fading as sleep started to take her.

Mia swallowed, her heart fluttering strangely.

She let her gaze drift down to her own diaper—the one she still hadn’t used. It felt soft, thick, a reminder of the rule for the sleepover. But now, for the first time, it didn’t feel like a rule at all.

She shifted slightly, biting her lip. Could she really just… let go?

Her mind wandered back to earlier, to the way Lena had been so carefree, so confident in just using her diaper like it was nothing at all. Like it was right.

Mia hesitated for a moment longer, then took a slow breath.

She relaxed.

The warmth spread into her diaper almost instantly, soaking into the padding as she sighed softly. It was different than she expected—strange, but also comforting, like a fuzzy blanket wrapping around her.

She felt little.

Really little.

A tiny smile crept onto her lips as she wiggled under the blanket, feeling the fresh squish beneath her.

Maybe Lena was right. Maybe big-girl undies were overrated.

As she drifted off to sleep, she dreamed of tomorrow—of playing with Lena, of more giggles, of waking up just like this.

Safe. Comfy. And not a big girl. featuring the adorale @liljams

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

You know what I find interesting about kink particularly ones based in humiliation. In my experience the more into it you are the more effective it is. Like oh you've been wearing diapers for a decade, surely a diaper check would not embarrass you anymore. But that's not true, you feel the weight of your intensity every single diaper check don't you? You have desired this your whole life and dreamt of it with such intensity that you have this guilt over how much you need it. You can't even say the word diaper without feeling warmth in your cheeks. So despite the fact I've seen you in diapers more than lingerie, when I take you bend you over and remind you of the fact that there's this thick warm material between your legs, it almost hits harder after all this time.

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

painfully long, embarrassing diaper changes where the little is constantly covering her face and whimpering in embarrassment while her mama constantly teases to make her blush as much as possible

or:

diaper changes being so normalized in the mind of the little that they're treated like a simple--albeit very intimate--procedure. the two having a casual conversation, the little playing on her switch or on her phone, her mama showing or teaching another partner/little/babysitter the procedure and explaining every step to prep them for taking care of her, while the little acts like nothing out of the ordinary is happening

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

The advantages of a Stuffy Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Sexual Partner 🐻

(because you are too little to have one for real)

✅ You already share a bed/crib.

✅ You don't have to explain your bedwetting habits to them.

✅ You know they won't tell anyone else you are *still* in diapers at 25.

✅ You already know Mommy/Daddy approve of them.

✅ They're always available for dates.

✅ They don't complain about how bad your diaper smells.

✅ They are an ideal shape to rub your diaper against.

✅ They don't get disappointed when you cum within 30 seconds.

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

:3 i know a lot of you probably dont follow my furaffinity, but i ordered a new art sequence thats in the works, will post the full thing there when its done!

hmm? hypnotized? hehe, silly~

@w@ my eyes ALWAYS look like that~

(( no joke, Luna is canonically permatranced, thats just her eyes now. ;3 they just get MORE spinny when you show her something pretty. ))

(( Art by DarkSideFighter on furaffinity. ))

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

I shouldn't be allowed to be an adult. I should be forced to be a baby for the rest of my life.

Someone should come pick me up and make me live with them as their baby girl forever... Any takers? 🥹🥹

[lilalexthediaperkitten]

From Domme to Diapers 😳