littlecglthings

[littlecglthings]

(cw; sex, messy diapers)

As a Diaper Slave, you will have to get used to doing things in a dirty diaper;

- Cleaning in a dirty diaper

- Laundry in a dirty diaper

- Sleeping in a dirty diaper

- Greeting guests in a dirty diaper

- Serving drinks in a dirty diaper

- Being forced to cum in a dirty diaper

- Giving oral pleasure to your betters in a dirty diaper

... You will have to earn each and every diaper change.

Your owner will decide what you need to do to earn the privilege of being clean... But that privilege is fleeting. You will always end up in a dirty diaper eventually.

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Mantras I think are important to say everyday....

“Grown-up clothes are for grown-ups. I wear what makes changing easier.”

“My accidents aren’t mistakes. They’re reminders that I’m not in control.”

"I’m not allowed to act grown when I can’t even keep my diapers clean".

"I'm not dressed for independence — I'm dressed for supervision".

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What I wanted

This is how I was wishing my wife was going to do to me .

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What I wanted

This is how I was wishing my wife was going to do to me .

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💗💕💕💕💕

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Im not packing my pampers! You are!! 😭

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show mommy’s friends how well your diaper training is going sweetie, don’t be shy!” <3

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So true

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Such frilly sissies deserve nothing but teasing!💕

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Being cute ! I love my diapers cause they keep me safe !

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18+ day time diapers ! Yay

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Inspired by “Let it Go,” by the talented @destinedfordiapers

CW | Consensual Exposure, Messing

The Trip

Mommy takes you by the hand and leads you out the front door, your little sneakers squeaking across the hardwood as you’re ushered towards the car. She has you in the cutest little outfit today: overalls concealing a pastel blue princess t-shirt complimented by thigh-highs and the aforementioned sneakers, adorned with Winnie-the-Pooh prints. You get a glimpse of yourself in the rear window reflection, suckling calmly on your pacifier as you’re strapped into the modified booster seat now a permanent fixture in your partners’ SUV.

Today’s a special day, and not just because it’s the first day of your honeymoon. After weeks of protest and mostly-dry diapers, you’re being allowed to try potty training. Not without constraints, of course. You’re not adept at keeping your pants dry, regardless of recent success. You’re reminded of this as you wriggle around in your seat excitedly, the soft, subtle fabric of a pull-up hugging you gently with each twist of your body. Mommy glances at you through the center window, bringing call to your infantile movements: “Someone looks awfully excited back there, hm? Squirming won’t get us to Disney any faster.”

You doze into a nap as the drive begins, letting a few hours pass by unknowingly. You’re brought to at a gas station as Mommy slows the car down next to a pump. Your bladder aches softly, and you squeeze your thighs together as your caregiver finishes up with the gas. She climbs back into the driver’s seat, immediately noticing your potty-dance. “Uh-ohs. You need to go?”

You blush a bit as you nod your head sheepishly. She parks the car with finesse at the front of the station before walking to the back and unbuckling your seat with the efficiency, leading you again by the hand into the store and towards the bathrooms. With calm hands she undoes the overall straps, letting the garment fall to your ankles. Your pull-up is slid down as well before she lifts you carefully onto the porcelain seat. “You’re doing such a good job with all of this. I might see some big-kid undies in your future.”

She beams motherly and claps her hands softly as you do your business, praising you for what should be natural at this age. Before long you’re finished, and your little outfit is fastened back up as you’re instructed to wash your hands so you two get back on the road.

You’re fidgety as you’re placed back in your toddler seat, and are given a handheld games console to keep you occupied for the journey ahead. The console is produced from a diaper bag with all your necessary caregiving supplies, and you shudder seeing a few of your soft, colorfully-printed ABDL diapers among a consortium of your pull-ups, baby powder, and other toys. Hours pass uneventfully, before the car comes to a halt at the Disneyland front entrance.

It’s littles’ day at the park, an adults-only event where couples with your particular dynamic are allowed into the park with no restrictions. The staff is even replaced for the day by kink-positive folks, most of whom are into these exact kinds of things. You beam with curiosity at the other littles and middles being toted around childishly by caregivers of their own, and you wave awkwardly at a cute boy in a similar get-up to yours, albeit with a much more conspicuously padded bottom. “Ooooh looks like someone has a little crush!” Mommy coos in response. You’re so excited you don’t mind, and hardly even notice the pressure growing in your tummy.

You make it past the main gates, the operator even handing you a mickey-mouse shaped lollipop as you pass by along with a nod to your Mommy. “Potty-training?” he inquires. Your carer winks back but can’t manage out a word as you start impatiently dragging her around the park. “Here! Here!” You exclaim as you rush towards the first of many coasters you’d been so excited to ride. You’re pulled to a stop a few meters away from the line entrance as your overall straps are undone from behind, allowing for a quick assessment of your pull-ups. “Mommyyyy!” You whine.

“Oh, hush. I’m just checking. Let me know when you need the potty.” Other littles and carers witnessing the scene giggle softly, relating to and relishing in your embarrassment. Your overalls are barely fastened up again before you’re bolting into the queue. The ride is everything you’d dreamed, but the sudden jerky movements have your stomach in knots even more than it was before. You keep this to yourself, not wanting any second of the day to slip by due to what you see as an unwarranted potty-break.

A few more rides are enjoyed before Mommy begins leading you to the park’s castle, hoping to make reservations she’d reserved for a magical princess dinner, complete with meet and greets. Your stomach is practically doing backflips as the meal comes to an end and patrons get up to leave, and you almost vocalize your discomfort before mommy cuts you off, leading you towards Jasmine and Belle for a much needed photo-op. The princess pair notice your discomfort immediately, but decide not to say anything. They’re in on it after all, and what’s more precious than a little filling their pants in the middle of a princess photo? They hide their amusement as picture after picture is taken, your facial expressions visibly growing in distress with each one.

By the time your Mommy wraps up it’s too late. Your potty dancing is to no avail, and you squat down into what is obviously a messing stance as you grasp gingerly onto the Jasmine actor’s dress for support. She giggles incessantly, before reminding you of just what you are: “Let it go, hun. No judgements at all today for big babies like you.” With that, your strength over your bowels is voided completely. You expel your mess into the backseat of your pull-ups, grunting with gentle exasperation and panting a bit as you finish up. Your Mommy rubs her brow and softly mutters through additional giggling, “I told you to let me know! I knew they weren’t ready for training pants.”

You whine a bit as you’re led by hand to the bathroom yet again, your accident pressing itself against your body with every little step. “Why didn’t you mention anything? I’d almost think you want to stay in diapers,” Mommy whispers sharply.

“I-I… I forgot.” you reply sheepishly and unconvincingly as you’re lifted onto the changing table. “And I guess I forgot, too. Forgot you’re obviously not ready for pull-ups.” She tears your sagging protection off and wipes you down quickly before producing two childish diapers in both hands. “Princesses? Or Sesame Street?”

You reply in a hush, “Sesame Street… please.” She’d figured your answer already, and is sliding the padding under you by the time you verbalize your decision. She’s careful and exhaustive as she powders your bottom, knowing full well you won’t need a change until at least the evening. By the time your tapes are fastened you’re feeling much littler, and you hide behind her back as you’re led out of the restroom.

You sit back down as you’re given the check, the fresh padding crinkling against your bottom. The two princess actors are chatting with their coworkers and looking back at you every once in a while, no doubt relaying the embarrassing events of just moments prior. Before leaving Jasmine stops you both, handing you a small Aladdin figurine and your Mommy a white card with her number, labeled: Need a sitter? She gives you both a wink before sending you off, saying, “Take care! And tell grown-ups when you need to potty, stinker~” Your cheeks flush a deep red as you walk down the hall and back into the California sun.

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Daddy’s pathetic little diaper cuck isn’t even allowed to use the potty without permission

And when she gets home she goes straight back into diapers because she can’t be trusted to be a big girl

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I cant believe I'm standing in my living room wearing sissy clothes and a DIAPER! I feel a sudden urgency behind me and dare myself to actually mess myself right there while standing up! So I focus and give a little push and suddenly feel the most babish feeling of a small buldge starting to push against the back of my diaper! I cant believe I'm doing this! I actually get a little nervouse and try to hold it back! Just a little bit is fun, but i don't want to actually fill my diaper. MY DIAPER... The weight of my soft, plastic tits resting in my bra distract me a little. I reach up and grab them imagining that I have actual tits hanging off my body. The thought makes me giggle a little. I let out a little "guhhhh.." as bit of drool dribbles down my chin. I'm just a giggly baby with big bouncy titties! I relax and suddenly feel the biggest, mushiest oopsie start to fill my diapee! Feels sooooo good!!! I let out a little baby grunt, and push even more to fill my diaper up as much as possible! After all, im just a silly, diaper wearing baby that loves filling up her diaper!!!! 💗💗💗

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Show daddy how full your diaper is little girl. Only little girls in very full diapers get changed.