#ab/dl stories

[mommyameliestorycorner]

Putty in My Hands

He used to fight it. He used to squirm, whine, and insist that diapers were "yucky"—that he wasn’t really a little boy. But now? Oh, now he’s nothing but soft, helpless putty in your hands.

The proof is right there, written all over his blushing face, in the way his body responds without him even meaning to. That thick, crinkly diaper that he once hated? Now it’s the only thing he wears, wrapped snug around his waist, and instead of pouting, he’s squirming for an entirely different reason.

You coo at him, trailing a finger along the waistband of his diaper, just enough to make him shiver. “Such a fussy little thing,” you tease, watching as he wriggles, his mittened hands balling into useless fists. “What’s the matter, baby? You used to hate your diapers, but now look at you…”

His cheeks are practically glowing pink, his lips wrapped around his paci as he sucks faster, like it’ll somehow distract from what’s happening. But it won’t. Nothing will. Not when his body gives him away so easily.

You press a gentle hand against the front of his diaper, just enough to make him whimper. “Ohhh… is that what I think it is?” you croon, grinning when he squeaks and tries to turn his head away. “Such a silly little boy… getting all excited in your thick, babyish diapers.”

He whines behind his paci, his hips shifting instinctively, but there’s nothing he can do. The bulky padding keeps him right where he belongs—helpless, needy, and completely at your mercy.

And then, just when he’s worked up, just when he’s practically trembling, waiting for whatever comes next… you pull away.

“Aww, poor baby,” you giggle, standing up and ruffling his hair. “But Mommy has things to do. Be good while I’m gone, okay?”

His eyes go wide, his little muffled protest coming out as nothing more than a whimper. He squirms, his diaper crinkling, but there’s no escape. No relief. Just frustration.

You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before whispering, “Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll take care of my squirmy baby later.”

And with that, you’re gone, leaving him blushing, crinkling, and absolutely desperate.

Putty in your hands.

[littleprincessbug4]

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Daddy keeps me padded pretty much all the time, but sometimes when we're really busy, it's normal for me to pull my diaper down and pee in the potty. This was the routine we've fallen into lately- but Daddy made it clear that I am to start using my diapers 24/7 again, unless explicitly given permission otherwise- and I'm not allowed to ask to use the potty 🙈 It makes me so blushy when he takes away potty privileges!!

The next day, I was wearing a short black dress and Tranquility diaper, and we had a hobby meetup to attend that evening. I tinkled a tiny bit in my diaper in the parking lot beforehand, but it was still mostly dry. I was being lazy and I thought it would be totally fine not to change, and just to keep wearing it through the meeting... big mistake!!! For some reason we were standing most of the night instead of sitting?? I kept trying to discreetly pull my diaper up, but I felt it keep sagging. I already adjusted the tapes once in the bathroom to make it tighter, but it wasn't enough... I'm pretty sure my soggy diaper was peeking out below the back of my dress by the end of the night 😰 i was so embarrassed, I threw it in the trash in the bathroom, and was bare bottomed for the entire drive home!! My face is red just thinking about it. I will definitely have to be more careful next time!! 😵‍💫 ugh

[regressionschool]

Fix it, Daddy!

Mia stomped down the hallway, her frilly dress puffing and fluttering with every furious step. She shoved open the nursery door and planted herself right in front of Daddy, fists balled up at her sides.

“Daddy!” she whined, her face scrunching up. “My pull-up shows! It's embarrassing! I need big girl pants if we're going out!”

Daddy looked up from where he was packing a diaper bag, his face breaking into a wide, amused grin. He chuckled warmly and wagged his finger at her.

“Oh, Mia, Mia, Mia," he said with a mock sigh, "you know littles like you don’t get big girl pants. Especially not today!”

“But Daaaddyyy—” Mia’s voice rose into a sharp whine as she stamped her foot for extra effect. Her puffy skirt bobbed up, flashing the white and pastel-printed pull-up underneath. She crossed her arms tightly, cheeks burning hotter than the summer sun printed on her dress.

Daddy chuckled again, setting the bag down with a soft thump. He walked over and knelt so he was eye level with his pouty girl.

“Now, pumpkin," he said, voice dripping with syrupy patience, “what did we talk about this morning? Hm? Littles who want to go to the park have to dress properly, right?”

Mia huffed, scuffing her toe against the carpet. “Yeah, but I look like a dumb baby…”

Daddy’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Well, good, because you are Daddy’s little baby girl. And besides…” He gently flicked the hem of her skirt, making her squeak as it flipped up again, “you chose the cloud and sunshine dress, didn’t you?”

Mia scowled. She had picked it, but only because Daddy had taken away all her other choices.

Still, she wasn't ready to give up. She gave Daddy her very best serious face, puffing her cheeks out like an indignant chipmunk. “If I hafta wear a pull-up," she bargained, "I don't wanna everybody seeing it! It's not fair! Can't you do something?!”

Daddy tapped his chin, pretending to think very hard. Mia watched him eagerly, hope flickering in her chest.

“Well," Daddy said slowly, his eyes gleaming, "if you really don’t want your pull-up showing... Daddy can fix that.”

Mia bounced on her toes, her bows jiggling. “Yes! Fix it, Daddy! Please!”

He smiled sweetly, taking her hand. “Alright, princess. Let’s get you fixed up.”

Mia followed him over to the changing mat, her frilly skirt swishing with every step. She climbed up onto the soft surface and lay back obediently, happy that Daddy was finally going to make her look less babyish.

Daddy hummed a lullaby under his breath as he rummaged through the diaper bag, finally pulling out a thick, crinkly square of white plastic.

Mia blinked. “Uh… what’s that for?”

Daddy smiled wider, unfolding the heavy, pillowy diaper with a dramatic flourish. “You wanted to hide your pull-up, didn’t you, pumpkin?”

Mia swallowed nervously, her excitement wilting. “Y-yeah...?”

“Well, nothing hides a pull-up better than a nice, thick diaper!”

Before Mia could protest, Daddy gently lifted her by the ankles, sliding the bulky diaper under her bottom. The pull-up made a faint crinkle as he patted it down, smoothing the thick padding over it.

“W-wait—” Mia stammered, but Daddy was already sprinkling sweet-smelling powder across her thighs and belly, making her squirm.

“No backing out now, baby girl," Daddy cooed as he pulled the front of the diaper up snugly over her tummy. "You asked for this, remember?"

With practiced ease, he taped her in securely, each tape making a loud rrrip sound that echoed in the nursery. Mia whimpered softly, feeling the fresh bulk forcing her legs apart.

When Daddy sat her up, the diaper crinkled so loudly that Mia blushed down to her toes.

"There!" Daddy said proudly, giving her thickly padded bottom a few firm pats. "Now nobody can see your pull-up... because they'll be too busy seeing your diaper!"

Mia looked down at herself, mortified. The diaper peeked out from under her too-short skirt even worse than the pull-up had. It was thick enough that she could feel it puffing out behind her, like a pillow strapped to her bottom.

"B-but... Daddy...!" she whimpered, lip wobbling.

Daddy just chuckled and booped her nose. “Uh-uh, little missy. You said you didn’t want your pull-up showing. Daddy solved the problem!”

Mia wanted to argue, but Daddy was already bustling around again, gathering wipes, bottles, and a soft pink pacifier.

"Now," Daddy said brightly, clipping the pacifier to her dress with a smiling sun clip, "let’s go to the park, sweetheart. Everyone’s going to think you’re the cutest little baby girl!"

Mia’s heart sank as Daddy scooped her up onto his hip. The thick diaper crinkled loudly with every little wiggle she made. Outside, she could already hear the sounds of children laughing and playing.

As Daddy carried her out the door, she buried her red face into his shoulder. The warm smell of his shirt and the soft, rhythmic bounce of his steps were almost comforting — almost enough to make her forget how very, very babyish she looked.

Almost.

[mommy-stellar]

[babywriter]

Fertility rates had been plummetting for decades. It wasn't only because people wanted fewer children, it was also because sperm quality had reached a critical low point. Children were still born here and there, but nothing approaching a global replacement rate. Fortunately, we'd fixed aging. Bodily and mental decline were things of the past which prevented society from collapsing.

Of course, in a society of only adults, having children became highly prized. To fix that issue, every year the people turning 21 were offered to go through state-sponsored regression. Using the same technology used to keep the rest of the population young and able, the minds of the volunteers were youthened to that of a two-year-old while keeping all their personality and memories intact.

Maggie had always wanted to be a princess ever since she'd been a little girl. Growing up, she didn't mind telling people that she wanted to be regressed once she turned 21. But then came beer and boys and various interests like painting and reading and psychology and suddenly getting regressed seemed a lot less interesting. By the time she turned 21, she was in a serious relationship. The boy in question was very open to her ABDL tendencies and babying her. They had talked at great lenghts about the possibility of Maggie being adopted by him. But, they agreed, they needed someone to be the mommy. Maggie was anxious about how enthusiastically her boyfriend seemed to search for a romantic partner that wasn't her and how quickly she came into the picture. She was a long-time friend of both of them and very soon the dynamic was put in place and an appointment for Maggie's regression was scheduled.

It was quick and painless, a few injections here and there that would only need upkeep every week until her situation became stable.

Losing her continence was wonderful, but slowly getting dumber felt a lot scarier. Thankfully, Mommy and Daddy were there to take care of her. They loved each other very much, but most of all, they loved her. Nothing can be scary when Mommy blows raspberries on your tummy! Getting picked up and carried everywhere, wearing pretty dresses and pink all the time, Maggie definitely felt like a princess.

Photo credit: @sophiexxlittle

For more stories by me: https://reamstories.com/babywriter

[mommyameliestorycorner]

The Great Soggy Escape

“Oh-ho, where do you think you’re going, little mister?” I tease, watching my little one crawl away with a telltale crinkle and a saggy-bottomed waddle.

He doesn’t answer—just keeps scooting forward, knees pressing into the soft blanket, his padded bottom swaying with every determined movement. Oh, he’s trying so hard to make a getaway, but all I can do is smile. Because really, what’s cuter than this?

This is the same little boy who used to whine the moment his diaper got even the tiniest bit wet. Who used to pout and squirm at the mere idea of staying soggy. And now? Now he’s actively crawling away from his fresh, dry diapee like it’s some kind of punishment. Oh, how things change.

I reach out and give his squishy bottom a little pat, just enough to make it squish in a way I know he feels. “Uh-oh, someone’s a soggy little thing,” I coo. “And yet… you’re running away from a change? My, my, what happened to all those ‘icky diapee’ complaints, hmm?”

A tiny huff, a wiggle of his hips, but no answer. He knows exactly what I’m getting at.

“You know, I don’t mind letting you stay soggy,” I continue, amusement lacing my voice. “I mean, if my baby wants to waddle around with a big, swollen diaper all afternoon, who am I to stop him?”

That gets a pause.

He glances back at me, eyes wide, like he’s actually considering it. Oh, the little stinker.

But I see the hesitation, that little flicker of indecision. Because as much as he thinks he wants to keep crawling around all squishy, we both know the moment his diaper starts to really droop, he’s going to get all shy and fussy.

I inch closer, slowly, playfully, like a lioness circling her prey. “Buuuut,” I sing, wiggling my fingers, “that does mean I get to tease you about your big, soggy bottom all day long.”

His whole body tenses, like he’s debating making a last-minute dash for it. But before he can, I swoop in, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him into my lap. He lets out a dramatic little whine, kicking his sock-covered feet, but I just giggle, rocking him gently.

“Aww, my little squish,” I murmur, giving his diaper a few playful pokes. “Such a soggy escape artist.”

He pouts, but the warmth in his cheeks tells me everything.

“Alright, stinker,” I chuckle, “let’s get that bum all dry again. You can go back to being my squirmy little troublemaker after, deal?”

A sigh. A wiggle. And then, at last, a tiny, reluctant nod.

The photo is take with permisson from @diaperdino77

[regressionschool]

almost

The brightly lit store buzzed softly with faint chatter and the hum of fluorescent lights. Ava bounced alongside Daddy, her steps light and eager. Her eyes darted across the shelves, the colorful packages of diapers and pull-ups gleaming under the harsh lighting. She felt proud—Daddy said she'd done well enough during the day to earn this special treat. Pull-ups! She was finally getting pull-ups!

Her heart thumped as they reached the aisle. Ava’s face lit up at the sight of the packages adorned with cheerful cartoon characters and pastel patterns. She tugged at Daddy’s hand, her voice spilling over with excitement. “Look! That one has little unicorns on it!”

Daddy smiled warmly, giving her a playful nudge toward the shelf. “Go ahead, princess. Pick your favorite.”

Ava nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bobbing, and crouched down in front of the lower shelves. The cutest pack—bright pink with sparkly rainbows and unicorns—was tucked just out of reach. Her tongue poked out in concentration as she stretched forward, the hem of her floral hoodie riding up as she squatted.

And then, it happened.

The faintest, almost imperceptible moment of release. Ava froze, her eyes widening. A telltale warmth bloomed in her diaper, followed by a heavy, unavoidable sensation settling in the seat of it. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she whimpered softly, shifting her weight uncomfortably. The squish of the sudden mess was unmistakable, betraying her to anyone within earshot—or smell.

"Oh, Ava…" Daddy chuckled, shaking his head as he knelt down to her level. His tone was soft but dripping with amusement, and he gently tipped her chin up to make her look at him. "You didn’t even last long enough to pick the pull-ups, did you, baby girl?"

Her cheeks burned crimson, and she squirmed in her squat, the fullness of her situation unmistakable now. “I… I didn’t mean to, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

He kissed her forehead with a grin. "I know, sweet pea. Almost made it, though. Almost."

[mommy-stellar]

[babywriter]

“Those are cute.You want one?” you asked your girlfriend. You were referring to the huge stack of squid plushies.

“Can I?” Her voice was higher-pitched than usual, because this wasn’t quite like the usual. For the very first time, you had decided that you and your girlfriend would have a diapered outing. Nothing more exciting than going shopping…diapered! You watched your girlfriend pick one of the squids up and seemingly get lost in thought. You heard the faint hissing sound. 

“Lift your skirt up, diaper check.” You had waited for her to finish, but also to make sure the coast was clear.

Happily, she obeyed and proudly showed off the lion on her padded butt just above the wetness indicator that had just turned blue.

With proper credit to @littlestkittenx/@littlestkittenxx

[mommy-agnes]

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[mommyameliestorycorner]

a boys world: Adam

Adam had been one of the first.

Long before most men had been stripped of their rights, before the Matriarchy had truly settled into its rightful rule, before regression centers became the new normal—Adam had chosen this.

He had believed in A Boy’s World from the very beginning.

While other men had fought, cried, or resisted, he had seen the truth. Men weren’t meant for responsibility. They weren’t meant for stressful jobs, tough decisions, or complicated thoughts. The Matriarchy had been right to take all that away.

And Adam had been so excited to embrace his new place in the world.

He had begged his girlfriend—his Mommy—to help him. Long before men were being sent to regression schools, long before they were stripped of adulthood, Adam had been ahead of the curve. He had handed over his bank accounts, quit his job, and let her guide him into forever boyhood.

He still remembered the first time she helped him step into pull-ups.

He had shivered at the soft crinkle, his heart pounding in his chest as she patted the front of the training pants and cooed about what a good boy he was.

From that moment on, he never looked back.

Now, sitting on the soft playmat in his nursery, Adam suckled happily on his pacifier, hugging his favorite stuffed puppy close. He loved his nursery. His Mommy had filled it with all his favorite things—big, colorful blocks, soft plushies, noisy rattles, and plastic baby books. Not that he could read them anymore.

He used to be able to read.

But just like so many other things, that skill had faded away.

At first, it had been little things. Words blurring together, letters looking funny, sentences feeling too complicated. He had stopped trying, letting Mommy read to him instead. Now, when he picked up a book, it was nothing but pretty pictures. He didn’t need to read anymore.

Just like he didn’t need to cook.

Or tie his own shoes.

Or dress himself.

Or use the potty by himself…

Adam grinned around his pacifier, glancing up at the two women in the room—his Mommy, standing tall and elegant in a stunning black dress, and his babysitter, kneeling beside him.

He loved when he had a babysitter. It made him feel even smaller. Even less responsible.

His friends were finally starting to understand.

One by one, they had stopped resisting. One by one, they had joined him.

He had seen it happen again and again—big, strong men, former leaders, thinkers, adults�� all of them slowly regressed, softened, turned into giggly, babbling, diapered little boys.

Just like him.

Just like they were supposed to be.

Adam shifted on his bottom, feeling the snug pull-up between his legs press softly against his skin.

He paused.

Oh. He had to go potty.

A little frown crossed his face. He peeked up at his babysitter, reaching for her hand. “Missy… potty?” he asked around his pacifier, his voice small and hopeful.

His babysitter smiled at him sweetly.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t help him up.

She just stroked his hair and cooed, “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay.”

And then…

Warmth.

A slow, creeping heat spread through his pull-up, soaking into the training pants as his body let go without him even meaning to.

Adam gasped softly. His cheeks turned pink as he instinctively pressed a hand to the front of his pull-up, feeling it swell warmly beneath his fingers.

Missy just giggled.

“There’s a good boy,” she cooed, patting his head. “See? You don’t need the potty.”

Adam’s lips wobbled slightly around his pacifier. His old instincts told him this should be bad. That he should be embarrassed.

But when he looked up at Mommy, she was smiling.

And when he looked back at Missy, she was beaming at him like he’d done something wonderful.

A little shiver ran down his spine.

He liked that look.

He loved that look.

Slowly, his lips curled into a dopey, pacifier-suckling grin.

Missy gave his now-soggy pull-up a playful pat.

“Such a good boy for us,” she praised.

[paddedlittleparadise]

Just Thinking Aloud

So you know how adult diaper companies like LLMedico and Northshore offer free samples? I'm thinking about someone being super devious and signing up their friend/relative/roommate for sample diapers.

Making sure the packages arrive at their victim's main address.

Practically ensuring a roommate or family member notices.

Of course, the unlucky recipient would deny it! They don't know anything about DIAPERS, after all!

But then another pack arrives.

And a few weeks later, another.

The conspirator plants one or two used ones in the victim's garbage.

Maybe they dribble water on their victim's dirty laundry, in choice areas around the crotch.

They might even drop in on the victim's computer and pump a bunch of searches for diapers into their browser history.

Soon, they go so far as to "accidentally" mention to friends how the victim has been dealing with such an embarrassing wetting problem.

And before the victim realizes, they've been framed so neatly that there's no escape.

Friends and family assume they're just embarrassed and assure them there's no reason to lie. The doctor can't find anything wrong, but that just means they deserve that much more condescending compassion.

Waking up in a bed soaked through mysterious and unknown means is just the culmination of a long and sadistic process.

And in the end, the victim can't argue anymore. The evidence is just too strong. They themselves come to believe it. They ARE losing control. They DO need protection.

So they become what their sadistic friend wanted the whole time: a diaper-wearing bedwetter, socially locked in with no easy way out.

[regressionschool]

little women: tummy time 

You sit on the couch, a book in your lap, but your attention keeps drifting to Valerie. She's sprawled out on the soft rug, her legs kicking lazily in the air. Her favorite onesie, a green one covered in giraffes, clings snugly to her as she lays on her tummy, hands busy with a set of colorful blocks. The soft crinkle of her diaper is just barely audible with every little shift she makes, and every now and then, she hums a quiet, contented tune, lost in her little world.

The TV hums in the background, the low drone of a news anchor’s voice barely cutting through the atmosphere of the room. Your eyes flick back to your book, but you're not really reading. Instead, you close it with a soft thump and glance at the TV just as the news anchor begins speaking a bit louder, something about a new legislation passing. The headline catches your attention: “New Law Allows Adults to be classified as ‘Little’ – Legal Regressions Begin Nationwide.”

Your lips curl into a smirk. Oh, this is too perfect. “Hey, Valerie,” you call out teasingly. “Hm?” she replies without looking up, still focusing on her puzzle. You wait a moment, just watching her, then say, “Guess what? They passed a new law. From now on, anyone who doesn’t want to be a grown-up anymore can officially become a ‘little.’ You could spend every day like this. Every single day, playing with your toys, having tummy time... Filling your diapers.”

You watch the way her back stiffens slightly, the little wiggle of her legs pausing. There's a small twitch in her body, like she's caught between excitement and embarrassment. She still doesn’t lift her head, but you can see the color blooming on the tips of her ears, creeping down her neck. “Y-You’re just teasing...” she mumbles, though her voice wavers, betraying just how much she wants this.

“Am I?” you lean forward, setting your book aside, now fully focused on her. “Soon, you’ll have no choice. You'll have to do tummy time every day. Maybe even in front of everyone else. And I’ll be right there, making sure you don’t wiggle away. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Her fingers fumble with the blocks, one clattering out of her hand and falling over. She finally glances up at you, her face flushed, wide eyes filled with both nervousness and something softer, a shy excitement she can’t quite hide. “Stop it,” she whines, shifting slightly, the crinkle of her diaper filling the quiet. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Aww,” you coo, leaning down a bit more. “But you love it, don’t you? Being my little girl... And soon, everyone else will know it, too.” Vallerie’s cheeks go even redder as she quickly ducks her head, trying to bury her face into her stuffed giraffe. She’s trying so hard to hide, but you can see her little smile tugging at the corner of her lips, hear the tiny giggle she can’t quite suppress.