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[babywriter]

You knelt down to look at the plushies. The Sonic one attracted you as you had fond memories of playing the games as a kid. A woman, an employee of the toy store, approached you and your boyfriend with the intention of helping this nice-looking couple.

“Can I help you?” she asked

“Oh, we’re just browsing.” you answered

“Looking for stuffies.” your boyfriend chimed in.

“That’s great! Do you have children?”

“No.” you say, staring contently at the blue plushie.

“Niece? Nephew?”

“No.” you say again.

“It’s for her.” your boyfriend says.

The woman laughed politely.

“Come on, show her your diaper.” your boyfriend told you.

The lady’s laugh stopped when you pulled up your dress to reveal the very childish print of your diaper and the plastic pants that covered it. Yet, none of it bothered you. You smiled at the woman and then at your boyfriend.

“Oh. …I’ve heard…It’s the first time, I’ve seen a couple like you here!” 

“Daddy, can I have the plushie?” you asked.

“Of course, honey.”

And while handing the Sonic plushie to your boyfriend, diaper still on full display, you peed yourself. You felt the warmth in your crotch. Your boyfriend recognized the hissing sound.

“Oh. Is somebody making pee-pee?” he asked.

You happily nodded.

Meanwhile, the woman was blushing furiously, but couldn’t help being curious.

“Do-do you change her diapers?”

“Well, yeah. What else am I supposed to do when a little girl pees herself?”

She was stunned, perhaps. The lady remained silent. Her eyes were wide as she took all the information in. That is, until a wet patch ran down her black jeans.

“Huh. Seems you have a big sister now.” your boyfriend said.

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[regressionschool]

Is there anything better than this? The quiet, intimate ritual of unsnapping their onesie, revealing what you already knew was waiting—a diaper so utterly soaked it sags heavily against their skin. A diaper you put on them. It’s not just a piece of padding; it’s a symbol, a quiet reminder of how much they trust you, how much they’ve given themselves over to your care.

You let your fingers trace the edges of the fabric, feeling the faint dampness where it’s pressed against them, and you can’t help but smile. There’s a strange kind of pride in it, isn’t there? You didn’t just put them in that diaper; you chose it, snugged it up perfectly, and secured those tapes with the full knowledge of what would happen next. And now here it is—proof that they’ve completely let go, literally and figuratively.

There’s no rush, no urgency to move forward. You savor the moment. That adorable onesie, now loose and pulled aside, was once perfectly neat and tidy. The contrast between its innocent look and the very not-so-innocent state of what’s underneath is… well, it’s delightful in a way words don’t quite capture.

And, of course, there’s the future. The wet diaper you’re admiring now is just one in a long line of many. It’s not the first, and it certainly won’t be the last. You already know what comes next: the warm scent of powder, the soft crinkle of a fresh diaper being unfolded, and the satisfying sound of tapes being smoothed into place. It’s a cycle, one you both share, and one you wouldn’t trade for anything.

So no, there’s nothing better than this. The quiet pride, the tenderness, the knowledge that another diaper is always waiting. Always.

[diapergirllucy85]

My thick padded diapered bum!💜

[mommy-amelia-real-page]

🍼💋

[ukdrynitesboy]

My younger sister has recently started wearing diapers for fun when we hang out together. We change each other and play with each other whist where both diapered. She said as long as I don’t show her face I can post these photos of her wearing pull-ups diapers!🩷

How do you think my sister looks diapered???

[mommy-hezelll]

[mommy-stellar]

[mommyvaanya]

[mummybasma01]

[sissybabyrose]

[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.

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[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."

[mommypof]

[mommy-katmarie]

Message mommy now for your abdl session training 😍🥰🍼🤱

[mommy-hezelll]

[kyerablog]