Family Vacation

i really really really need dada to see im upset and get out the big vibrating butt plug and take me for a diapie change where he puts my paci gag on and then puts in my “bottom paci” and rubs SO much baby powder all over my princess parts and then tapes me up in like 3 huge diapies so i cant even walk and then lays me down for a nap in my crib and turns on the vibrating “bottom paci” and lets me sleep.

The subtle little changes in my mental vocabulary since starting to explore omo/omu and abdl are wild to me. Like in such a short amount of time my inner dialogue has changed so much. I really am just becoming a dumb little baby bunny.

Bathroom/restroom is now “potty”

Needing to pee is now “make peepees”

Needing to 💩 is now “make pushies”

My panties are now “big girl panties”

My pussy is now my “bunny parts” or “princess parts”

Orgasms are now “cummies”

Masturbating is now “doing humpies” or “doing bouncies”

Exposure

A certain pathetic baby girl I know thinks this diaper is full enough for changies, but Dada isn't quite so sure...

She's been helplessly filling her diapers all morning. Unable to control herself at all, just going potty in her pants right then and there as soon as she feels the urge. She has no control anymore, not of her potty habits, and not of her life. She wanted this. She craved it. And now she has it. Perhaps she should have been careful what she wished for, but it's too late to go back now.

She'll be a pathetic, embarrassing little girl for the rest of her life, and as much as she fusses and complains, deep down she knows she wouldn't have it any other way. She needs this. She was just too incompetent at being an adult, at pretending to be a big girl. She needed someone to come along and manage her life. She was desperate for it.

And this is the result. A fulltime, diaper and Dada dependent baby girl who isn't even allowed to change her diapers without her caregiver's permission. Go ahead, everyone. Laugh at her pathetic state. The truth is she gets off on it. She gets off on seeing you all mock and tease her. And for those other little girls out there, reading this, feeling their princess parts become all tingly...

You know you wish this was you, too.

#diapergirl #abdlgirl #abdl #tbdl #diaper #adultbaby #diapermess

Who wants to recreate this with me!?!?

Littlest Red Riding Hood

❤️❤️❤️ Kitten recreated my Linkle drawing and it came out SO GOOD! 😍 Out adventuring in the woods with a basket full of padding ❤️ Simply wonderful 🥰

Make sure to check out littlestkittenx on Instagram! 😋

Doctor’s orders - It Is Done - Part 10

After an hour since Gregory had put Stan to sleep, the man knew he could return to the boy’s nursery. The sound already stopped and it was safe to get in. A small exposure to the sound and lights wasn’t a significant risk, and yet Gregory didn’t want to take any chances with the regression program affecting him. He stood by the door, looking at Stan in his crib, sound asleep. He learned about what these sounds and lights can do to a person. How somehow it tipped men over the edge towards infantilism. Not exactly sure how, but the results were almost a hundred present proof within a few sessions. His boy Stan, he thought, only needed one session. He was in need of an authority figure, he was in need of guidance, he was in need of letting go and just being. So many men need it, but Gregory was happy to give it to Stan.

Stan was dreaming the weirdest dream he had ever dreamed. He walked into a huge office building made of cold gray concrete with cold floor tiles and a high ceiling. 

As he walked to the receptionist, someone yelled “Stan come over here now and send these forms!”. He ran towards the voice while papers emerged in his grip. He got to an old dial landline phone and a voice screamed in his ear “Answer me now! I’m a mad client!” He let go of the forms and picked up the phone, just to hear a busy sound bip.

Hot men and women walked in front of him, smelling good, looking good, and touching each other in a non-appropriate way. He wanted to take part in that, but his feet were stuck on the cold tiles. He couldn’t move, he felt that he wanted to take part, but couldn’t. The lobby became a nightclub, and the men and women started taking off their clothes and having sex in front of him. He tried to move his feet again, but as he looked down, he saw he was naked as they were. Just in front of him people were having sex, but as he looked down again, his dick was soft and small, not paying attention to what was happening.

Waves of emotions had started to hit him. He began tearing up. His eyes were so wet he couldn’t see anything anymore. Once he succeeded in drying them up, he was in a middle of a field, looking up to the night sky. Stars and planets surrounded him from up above, it reminded him of something he saw in the past. Strange sounds echoed into the night, a lullaby maybe, with a voice talking.

“It’s okay to cry.” the voice said.

A figure appeared from the distance, it looked like a giant teddy bear, with a loving and warm facial expression. 

“Are you Stan?” the teddy bear asked.

“I am, yes” Stan sniffled.

“Why are you naked?” the bear looked down at Stan’s soft penis.

“I don’t know” he answered with a worried tone.

“All these horrible people with their horrible demands. I can take that away from you. Would you like that Stan?” the bear asked and spread his arms for a hug.

“Yes Teddy” Stan answered and went in for a hug.

In his dream, Stan opened his eyes to find out he was in a playpen, inside a huge nursery. The smell of baby powder was in the air. He was wearing a thick diaper, a full PJ, and a dangling pacifier clipped on him. Uncle Gregory came by the playpen and kneeled.

“How is my good boy today? Having fun watching his shows?” he raffled Stan’s hair.

A big screen TV was playing some kind of babyish show, which seemed to calm Stan down. Uncle Gregory grabbed the pacifier and stuck it into Stan’s mouth.

“You need it. Now, here’s your best friend Teddy. Put your little head down and take a nap.” he presented a stuffed teddy bear that looked like the same one from before. Stan took the bear into his chest and laid down. He felt so content, so warm, so safe. His uncle was watching over him, his best friend was in his arms, not a single worry. A warm feeling started in his diaper, he peed, but he didn’t care, it felt great. Looking at his fuzzy friend, he rolled over to his stomach, holding his friend with one arm, he felt the need to hump his wet diaper.

Gregory was standing there for twenty minutes. He loved to watch the first hyno night process. Especially the part when the boys start to hump their already-wet diapers. Stan’s diaper came up and down, softly, slowly, in a rhythm. In the dark, Stan made soft cooing and whining sounds while he was humping a bit faster than before. With a final whine, the boy lowered his diaper to the mattress and stopped moving.

He broke Stan, he is now the little boy he needed to be, it is done.

This is a work of fiction depicting consenting adults over the age of 18 made for the purpose of entertainment. This material should not be viewed, read, or interacted with by those under the age of 18. By reading this you are agreeing that you are at least 18 years old

(Be kind this is my first written piece, art also by me - RiniClover)

"Oh dear that's another raincloud for the chart little one"

This was supposed to be easy, stay dry and get sunny stickers all week. Then Allie's Mummy would let the babygirl try out pull-ups. Allie had been so confident too. Rubbing it in her Domme's face that it would be a piece of cake, even getting sassy. But Mummy wasn't going to punish the little bratty sub with a spanking. Oh no. The little one was in for a week of constant bottles of milk and water. Deliberately scenic car rides, even some treats of her favorite sody-pop. Couple that with the nighttime lullabies having some..... Interesting suggestions laced between the soothing tones and it all stacked up to this moment.

Allie had been playing with her chalkboard humming a nonsensical tune. The feel of the chalk, the smell of dinner cooking somewhere in the home, the warm spring evening. It was perfect to just zone out as it was home, it was safe and her Mummy was nearby. Eventually, Mummy found her little one drooling and cooing to herself, chalk and drawing long forgotten as the blissed-out little let out a soft sigh and another stream of piss filled her now very full diaper, it was warm and squishy and just right for a dumb little thing like Allie. The padding didn't have anything left to give so now there was a very large puddle on the floor around her.

"Maybe in a few months, we can try again pumpkin. Now let's get that soggy butt changed"

Mummy smiled as she helped the once prideful girl up to her feet and gently nudged her towards the bathroom for some quality time with the rubber duckies and bubbles. Maybe a few months was too soon, Mummy thought to herself, maybe it would be another year for them to try again.

Diapers are such a brilliant tool to put sluts in their place… It’s quite hard to act all strong and independent while you’re waddling around in that haha <33

Imagine throwing one of your feminist tamper tantrums about equal rights, only for me to interrupt you mid sentence with:

„Do you need a change, honey? Is that what it is?“

This will immediately take you down a few notches and it’s also a great way to deal with other forms of female entitlement <3