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Enough reposts and I'll post part 2

Mom made me wear swim diapers?

The Cyprus door knocked as mom's voice floated in.

"Hey, can I come in?"

"Yeah." I responded, just loud enough for her to hear through the door. It creaked open towards me.

"Sugarbug," Mom crept around the doorway, holding something behind the wall. "I thought we could go to the beach today. It's a beautiful day outside and you're just wasting it being inside."

"Um." I put my phone face down on the bed. "Maybe? What are we gonna do?"

She let out a breathy laugh. "Baby we definitely need to go. Just look at how pale you are, we need to get some sun on you."

My heart started to race a bit when she walked towards me hiding something behind her back. It was the same thing she did when she made me wear a pull-up for the first time.

"Mom-" I tried to interrupt her as she lifted up my arm.

"It'll be good for you! We're gonna go get some fresh air and feel the sand beneath our toes. And I'll let you pick out where we go to lunch on our way back." Now I definitely felt nervous. Mom didn't offer that sort of thing unless she was trying to bribe me.

"Mom-"

"And we're gonna have such a fun time and-"

"MOM!" I half shouted, just loud enough to interrupt her train of thought. She paused. "What are you holding?" I questioned, and she let out a guilty look.

It was a plasticky crinkly abomination. Still folded, it was in a neat rectangle, but you could clearly see the design. Pastel blue with a cookie monster wearing swim goggles loudly emblazened across the front of it.

"MOM!" I yelled at the sight of it. "I'm not going to wear that out it's-"

"Katie." She said calmly, yet stern enough to cut in. "We're going to be taking a long drive to the beach, and you know how I feel about you being in my car without protection. I know that you think you don't need them during the day, but we might not be able to find a restroom when we're at the beach."

"But..." I trailed off not knowing what to say. I just looked at the embarassing swim diaper mom was holding up, almost in shock that they made them in adult sizes like that.

"But nothing baby. Nobody's going to be able to tell you have it under your swimsuit. And it's just for emergencies, okay."

Tears clung to my eyes, "Okay mom." I wanted to tell her no, that we just didn't need to go out, but I knew better. Mom wasn't asking me, she was telling me.

"Now, I can help you put it on, or I can give you a minute and you can put it on yourself." She looked at me waiting as I just sat there. I already knew my answer, I just didn't want to tell her.

"I can do it."

Mom placed the swim diaper just inches next to me with a smile. "I know you think this is embarrassing, but you are being very mature about this. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks mom..."

She closed the door behind her. I just started at the awful thing. I didn't have time to sulk. I knew mom would come right back in here and put it on me herself if I took to long. Dejectedly, I got up and looked through my closet. My swimsuits were buried at the end of my clothing hangers, and my heart began to pound as I centered them on the pole.

"No..." My heart raced. They were all to short. I didn't have anything that would actually cover them. The closest thing I owned was some one piece from junior high that I still had for whatever reason. It definitely wouldn't fit me. "Mom dresses more modestly than me, I could borrow-" The thought ended as quickly as it began. Mom was a size larger than me. Anything she owned would just fall off me, and then everyone would definitely see what I was wearing.

I quickly rummaged through my closet, praying to miraculously find something, but nothing appeared.

"Kaitlyn?" Mom called out from the hallway

"JUST A MINUTE!" I yelled back. My heart was pounding. Everyone was going to see. There was no way you wouldn't be able to tell what I was wearing under any of the bikini bottoms I had, but I didn't have any time left to think. I shedded my hipster panties and sweatpants off, and wormed the swim diaper up my legs. It fit snugly, and didn't really come off as discrete. It audibly crinkled as I made my way back to the closet, steeling myself and just grabbing the one piece off the hook.

"Katie?" The door knocked. "I'm going to come in now, okay?" My heart raced as the door slowly crept open, giving me just enough time to force myself into the swimsuit. It clenched at my stomach and I could just barely get the straps over my shoulder.

Mom calmly walked towards me and crouched down. Her finger crept into the side of the crotch and peeled it open, revealing the embarassing pull-up underneath. "Good job." She said, as if I were two and not twenty.

"Mom-" I said trying to interrupt whatever train of thought she was forming before she actually said anything. "M-"

"Are you sure this is what you want to wear?" She said, looking up at me. "It feels a little tight. Do you want to try that red swimsuit you have? The-"

"MOM!"

"Geez, okay. I'm just trying to help baby. You sure you're not uncomfortable?"

"No mommy, I'm fine." I lied, it was definitely too small for me. I could still breathe in it and it was better than just going out with something half covering my little swimmers.

"Alright." She smiled, "Do you wanna use the restroom before we leave?"

"No, I'm good." I lied, again. I could kind of go if I tried right now, but something worried me that if I got this swimsuit off, I wouldnt be able to get it back on.

"Are you sure?" Mom was dressed a lot better than me. Curvy, with stretchmarks showing over her black bikini.

"Yeah mommy. I'm fine."

"Okay, I packed towels, sunglasses, extra swim diapers, wipes, a changing mat, juice boxes, sunscreen, and some healthy snacks. You want me to bring anything else?"

My face was beet red and I could almost feel my heart lodged in my throat. She was carrying my diaper bag, from when I was a baby. An actual diaper bag, with wipes, and extra changes if needed. I wondered if killing myself was an option for a moment.

"Sweetie?"

"No, I'm good. Thank you." Like it or not,

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I'm a prime age! at least for another year. spent the night padded and I will tonight too

it's almost my bdayy

not a big bday person but still

fun fact, at least twice this last year when I couldn't remember how old I was / didn't want to do the math (as everyone knows mathematicians and babies can't do basic math), I looked at this blogs bio lol

[paddedpigeons]

it's almost my bdayy

not a big bday person but still

fun fact, at least twice this last year when I couldn't remember how old I was / didn't want to do the math (as everyone knows mathematicians and babies can't do basic math), I looked at this blogs bio lol

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I haven't posted too much recently for a few reasons, not that I particularly want to get into them, but I just wanted to say I just hit 300 followers and that feels really nice. I used to feel so Alone in this space and it's nice to know that at least 300 people and probably more who have liked posts along the way enjoy some of the same things I do. 💜

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I love how indulgent abdl is. It tastes like a great olive oil ice cream that is meant to be savored.

Like oh we're gonna put this item of clothing on for foreplay but it won't get taken off for hours.

Oh I'm not gonna tell my sub what to do but I'm going to make them ask for everything, not able to feed themselves or even touch themselves without my consent.

For most of us, the thicker the diaper, the poofier the dress, the frillier the socks, the bigger the bow, the more turned on we are.

A bed needs bars, a chair needs straps, our spanking benches must rock, our vibrators need to on top of plushies.

And of course our stories need voices, our kisses need to extend to plushies, our hugs come with butt rubs, and our control needs to come from love.

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just a reminder: age in bio or I'll block you-- some of y'all look like you have cool blogs but I'm trying my best* not to make exceptions

*as in I'm sure I haven't caught everyone but still

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hehehe blankie fort! thank you for the paci tho I'm not sleepy... the blankie fort is... just... comfyyy... 😴😴

nerdy autistic kiddo sleepily rambling to you about how today's date, 2/25/2025 has a number of interesting properties, like

2252025= (1500)^2 +(45)^2, or

2252025 = (1545)^2 - 5(30)^3, which has three different multiples of 15 when written out, or --

before shoving a paci into their mouth and telling them it's bedtime

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if you point out one of the two mistakes I made I will block you

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gotta get more tenas after having just Leaked through this one omL

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I was so worried the other day that I'd wet the bed when I wasn't wearing padding, which was a bit embarrassing to be worried about. But I didn't wet! So!

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"I got you something," says your partner, a glint in their eye.

"Oh?" Your curiosity is piqued. You've learned that something could be anything from a treat from the bakery to a humiliating new punishment.

"Close your eyes, take my hand."

You obey and reach out. Their hand is soft and warm in yours, fitting together perfectly, just like puzzle pieces.

The front door clicks open and your socked toes hit the scratchy door mat. The spring air outside is warm, finally. A dog across the street barks and the rumble of a truck goes by.

"We're going outside?"

"Uh-huh, almost there!"

You can tell you're in the driveway, the way the textured cement grips your socks. Your partner drops your hand and you hear the chirping of the car keys and the door open. What could they possibly have to show you in the car?

"Ta-da! Open your eyes!"

You open, and it takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the bright outside light. You gather your bearings and realize you are, in fact, in the driveway, facing the passenger side of the car. You gaze around, not quite sure what you're looking for. Squinting into the dim car you finally see it. The passenger seat has been fitted with two long straps coming from the top of the seat, just below the headrest. There's a set of conjoining plastic clips at shoulder height and a set of metal prongs further down. Another strap coming from the bottom rests on the seat, a receiving clip with two slots on the end. A bright red button sits in the middle.

A five point harness. Your partner installed a five point harness, just like the one on a toddler car seat, in the passenger seat of their car.

"F-for me?" you say, as if it could be for anyone else.

"Of course it's for you, silly! I want you to be as safe and comfy as possible in the car," they say with a grin. "Do you like it?"

You nod your head so fast you're almost dizzy. "Uh-huh!"

You like it. You really like it. In fact, you even feel a little excitement in your pants at the idea of being strapped in tight, lower clip up against your padded crotch, shoulders pressed back against the seat.

You duck your head and push forward to start to climb in. You want to try it now. Something stops you abruptly, though. Your partner has curled their fingers in one of your belt loops and is holding you back. The slight tug on your shorts reveals your diaper waist band, you can feel the breeze on your lower back. Normally you'd be scrambling to get your pants back up while outside, where anyone could drive or walk by. However, the allure of your new seat belt overpowers any embarrassment.

"Woah, woah!" they say.

"I wanna go somewhere!" You whine, instantly feeling a lot smaller than you did a few minutes ago.

"We can test it out, baby, but you need shoes first! Come one, let's go inside and get ready. Then we can take it for a test drive."

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ended up getting more tenas, cuz they make me happy 😤

officially all out of padding for a bits .-. but also had a fun week so can't complain!

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Sticky Fingers

you used to wonder how baby's fingers always ended up so sticky, but as you lay on your tummy watching your favorite show and eating your favorite fruit gummies you get it. it just happens. you're too busy being cozy under your blankie, with your fingers grubbily hunting around your snack bowl, to be paying attention to things like that. but, much to your chagrin, your mommy notices.

she comes over with a baby wipe (or two, or three) and begins wiping up for face before you can begin to protest:

"stoppppp, im watchinnn!!"

"I know you're watchin baby, but we gotta clean you up!" she finishes wiping you down and says "all clean! now what do you sayyy..."

but already distracted again with your show, you quietly mumble out "fank you..." as your hand searches for your last gummy mindlessly. you ultimately cave in and start to look for the elusive snack in your bowl when you feel a light tug on your chin.

mommy lifts your chin up to look at her as she says "No no. You gotta look grownups in the eyes when you thank them now try again."

you gulp a little, embarrassed and feeling intensely little with her hand lightly gripped onto your face. you look her into her eyes (god mommy has lovely eyes) and say slightly apologetically "thank you..."

"Good! Now time to get up and head towards the bath!"

"but!" you begin to protest, wanting to finish your show.

"No buts, except for your butt in that tub. I don't plan to tell you twice."

You begrudgingly get up and head to the bath, a little pouty but complying nonetheless.

...

After your bath you're changed into your nighttime diaper and jammies, and tucked into bed with a bottle. Before kissing your head goodnight, she softly says "Good job being such a good listener tonight sweetie. I know you wanted to finish your show, but bedtime is bedtime."

You yawn "but i wasn't tiredd..."

"Maybe not then, but now? You're all tuckered out kiddo. If you're good and stay in bed throughout the night, you can finish your show tomorrow. Okay?"

"hmphh okay..." you mutter out. But learning your lesson you look into her eyes again and say "thank you mommy..." And after receiving your forehead kiss, are practically already asleep.

(inspired by convos with @emily8350)

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officially all out of padding for a bits .-. but also had a fun week so can't complain!

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Soooo….I’m on a long drive today and was planning on getting padded right when I got home. However, I ended up having to pee really bad like 40 miles before my planned stop. I let myself dribble into the overnight period pad I was wearing. I must have let out a little more than I thought, because when I finally got to the gas station and stood up I could feel my butt was all wet!

Thankfully I had black sweats on so it wasn’t noticeable! I also had a *break-in-case-of-emergency* diaper with me. One single stall bathroom floor change later and:

Now I’m all comfy and dry for the rest of my drive! I can drink as much coffee and water as I want without worrying! And NO, this does not violate my “no diapers over spring break” sanction because I’m driving back to school so not on break anymore technically!!

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Little Pauses

There’s a stillness in the room, but not an empty one. It’s the kind of calm that settles only when everything is just right. She lays back against the soft rug, arms folded loosely over her tummy, her legs slightly apart in quiet invitation. There’s no tension in her body—no hesitation. Just a quiet trust, the kind that doesn’t need to be spoken.

Her onesie is unbuttoned, the little snaps left open like petals peeled back, revealing the thick diaper beneath. There’s even a faint crescent-shaped spot near the seam where her diaper leaked a little, just enough to darken the grey fabric and remind you how full she really is.

The diaper beneath her is soaked. Not just damp, but heavy, clinging low and swollen. It’s sagging between her thighs, the shell faintly tinted, the tapes still holding strong against the fullness pressing out. It’s not just worn—it’s used. Completely.

And she knows it. That’s the beauty of it.

She doesn’t fidget, doesn’t glance down to check—she just waits, calmly, silently. Because that’s her role now. To lie back, warm and small, and let you notice. Let you take over. She’s already done her part, after all. You feel it in the way her legs stay so still, so trusting. In the way her fingers rest gently across her chest, not even trying to cover anything up.

There’s a kind of intimacy in this pause—this space between—where she’s soaked and leaking and not even thinking about what comes next. Because she doesn’t have to. That’s what you’re for.

Your fingers skim over the edge of the diaper, tracing where the plastic gives way to softness. The warmth beneath is obvious, even through the thick bulk. It’s a mess, but it’s hers. And in a way, it’s yours too. You made this moment happen. You’re the one who dressed her, snugged her up, told her it was okay to just be. To let go.

And now, here she is.

Silent. Waiting. Diaper soaked. Onesie damp. And not even a flicker of concern on her face.

Only that dreamy calm.

That little pause.

That perfect in-between where she knows she’s loved, and cared for, and that everything—everything—is taken care of

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What are you?

eep! um... I'm... I'm an itty bitty hufflepuffer... hmph!