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In the mood to sit in mommy’s lap while she slowly rubs the front of my wet diaper and whispers blushy, embarrassing, and humiliating things in my ear…
“Aww, sweetie, why is your diaper soaked? Did you have a little accident? It’s ok, baby, little boys have accidents sometimes. That’s why mommy keeps you in thick, crinkly diapers.”
“Are you even trying to use the potty? Or are you using your diapers on purpose? It doesn’t seem to mommy that you’re trying. I think you’re pretending to have accidents because you secretly like it when I force you into thick crinkly diapers.”
“You like wearing diapers and being mommy’s little baby, don’t you? I think you wish I would keep you in thick diapers forever. Isn’t that what you want?”
“What’s this I feel in your diaper, little one? Are you sure you don’t like this, baby? Because it sure feels like someone is a naughty boy who’s turned on by wearing thick wet diapers.”
“If you want mommy to keep rubbing your diaper, you better tell me how much you like being mommy’s little diaper-wearing baby. Go on, tell mommy how much you love being my little baby boy.”
“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re all embarrassed and turned on. I think I’m gonna keep you in thick diapers forever, baby. You’re gonna be my little baby boy forever. No more big boy clothes or underwear, only thick, thirsty, crinkly diapers. Mommy likes you just like this.”
I want my daddy to do this to me! (but with girl stuff and I don’t know if I’m wet yet I hope I’m dry)
Ooo, I like that, too. 😍😍😍
“What do you mean, ‘I don’t know’, sweetie? Are you that much of a baby you can’t even tell whether your diaper is wet or not? Do I have to start checking you for accidents, little one? Is that what you want, baby?”
“Well, if you can’t come and tell me when you have an accident, I guess we’ll just have to stop putting pants on you, make it easier to check and see whether you’ve had a little accident.”
“It’s not embarrassing at all, little one! Babies don’t need pants because everyone knows they wear diapers. And only babies are too little to know when they need their diapers changed. I guess that means you must be a little baby, doesn’t it?”
Definitely needing this today. Feeling SUPER little and subby and stuff today…
This just sounds better and better! 🤤
Sounds perfect to me!!
Would love to do this to my baby boy!!
My old post! Haven’t seen this around in quite a while! So many notes!
Got any recommendations for more ABDL stories (I really like the ones with humiliation/teasing and a bratty younger babysitter/baby sister!)
Hi there! Now, that’s a very open-ended question; there’s a LOT of ABDL stories out there with humiliation, and the babysitter/sibling motif features frequently too from what I’ve seen.
Naturally, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention my own work. I’ve got a lot of stories that feature all sorts of humiliation, and I do have a longer series from months past called Mrs. Stratford’s New Babysitter. I don’t deal with underage main characters, though, so that might be less appealing to you…
When it comes to sites, basically just have fun Googling and exploring the usual suspects:
And if you’re up to exploring Patreon, consider checking out folks like Personalias, Peculiar Changeling, Allerted, and of course myself.
Finally, as for individual stories? Well, here’s a list of my top ten favorite stories that you may or may not enjoy (though #2 and #7 do deal with siblings):
Hope this gives you a few new places to explore! 😁
Molly suddenly focused back into reality from the touch of the cold window on her finger.
“Oh!” She squeaked, before blinking heavily. She shook her head a few times to regain her balance.
“Jeez where- What happened, did I…” Molly thought, feeling the cobwebs finally clearing out of her brain. She slowly looked down at the garment around her waist.
“Fuck. Molly! UGH! This is getting seriously messed up. I’m literally in a PULL-UP right now. ” Molly yelled to herself. Her hands felt around the padded undergarment. She was testing for any wetness.
Her head immediately hung in shame.
“*SIGH* This is getting out of hand. I need to control myself; I need to throw those VHS tapes away TODAY.” Molly said, feeling a mountain of regret and anxiety fall upon her. Before she looked away from the window, she saw an ice cream truck slowly driving away from her apartment complex.
“That’s probably why I was in the window anyways…” She mumbled to herself. Her feet hit the floor. The soft feeling of the carpet tickled the bottom of them. Molly quickly grabbed for her phone to message Jessica. She flicked it open and hit the green text message icon at the bottom. She clicked on Jessica’s messages.
“Hey, think I’m gonna return the tapes. I really liked them, but they’re kinda messing with my head. Wanna meet up for lunch at 1 today? I’ll return them then.”-Molly
Molly dropped the phone from her hand and onto the floor.
“Oh my god, I’ve been in Baby mood for 3 days!?” Molly said, looking over at the TV. It was dark, but she felt her brain grow lighter the more she looked at it. She could see the faintest images of swirls and diapers. She shook her head and looked at the wall.
“I’m fucked up. Holy shit I’m…” Molly said, feeling her pull-up getting warm suddenly. “..I’m going pooootttyyyy” Molly said with a childish tone at the end and a wet giggle. Her brain kept feeling lighter. The warmth from her diaper sent yummy waves of delight and ease into her mind. Molly’s feelings about her pull-up quickly flipped.
Instead of feeling all yucky about them. She felt safe and secure. These are what they were for anyways. Sometimes she had accidents. Nothing wrong with that. And what was the harm in suddenly plopping onto her butt, and having a little fun with a pillow between her knees and warm squishy pull-up?
“Me gonna- a-… aaahhh” Molly gurgled, trying her best to form coherent thoughts and words in her brain, but her pillow humping derailed any chance of that. Her 5-day training kept her eyes glued to the dark blank screen, while lines of drool started dripping down her lips. Her brain kept lifting into a warm, lovely level of babyish pleasure.
“I need ta… ta…da..” Molly tried finishing her sentence, in hopes that she would indeed look away, but the pleasure grew too much, and she gave into her growing babyish desires.
“..ta..da…da….” Molly mumbled around her white pacifier. Her eyes were locked onto the flashy screen in front of her. Her mouth moved independently of any thought process in her brain.
“How’s our little dumb-dumb doing!” A voice echoed from the doorway. The loud exclamation dislodged Molly’s eyes from the screen. A moment of weak lucidity came upon Molly.
“Wah, mama? Was? Wha?” Molly said, trying her best to convey the jumbled thoughts in her head. It was so hard to hold onto anything at this point. It was like trying to catch puffy rabbits in her brain.
“Oh! Is our little one up? Is she trying to be a big kid again?” Jessica said, as she made her way over to the bed. Molly saw her face come into focus. Immense confusion blanketed her brain.
Her barely conscious mind knew her as Mommy. The pretty pictures told her so, and frankly, she did everything a Mommy does for the baby. Diaper changes, fresh bottles, she even made her hair pretty and blonde for her.
In the farthest reaches though, she saw her as someone else. As if she wasn’t her Mommy. Molly knew that was a ridiculous idea, but a dimming light in her brain tried to warn her of something. Feeling resigned to just not worry about it, Molly pushed it out of her head in an instant. Her deeply regressed mind scrubbing that silly thought away forever.
Still though, Jessica could notice some discomfort in Molly’s eyes. A wicked smile came across her face.
“Baby, can you remember anything up there in you dumb little head?” Jessica said, stroking Molly’s now dirty blonde hair. Molly heard the words and could barely string them together into a question. She tried sounding out each word in her head, but she lost track of the word that was in the back of that one, but also there were more in the front? The floor fell out from under her train of thought and Molly resigned with herself to just stare blankly at Jessica.
Jessica chuckled to herself. She could tell how hard Molly’s brain was working. Maybe that question was too hard for her. She thought it best to help the girl along.
“Baby.” Jessica said while snapping her fingers to get Molly’s attention. Molly shook her head and focused on her Mommy.
“Are you a baby?” Jessica said, letting the words echo through Molly’s empty brain for a moment. Molly’s eyes lit up; she knew the answer to this one!
“Da!” Molly said excitedly, she nodded her head up and down furiously for extra effect.
“Good girl! Yes, you are! But, have you always worn diapers?” Jessica said, pointing down to the swollen diaper around Molly’ waist.
That one through Molly for a loop at first. She knew her mind would forget what Mommy just said if she didn’t act fast. So, she simply blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.
“Puww-duwp?” Molly said uncertainty. She didn’t know what it meant, or why she said that. Hell, she didn’t even know what the word was. It didn’t matter though. The whole conversation quickly dissolved again though in her baby brain. She found her eyes glazing over as thoughts of pacifiers and diapers took her.
“Ha! Pull-ups. That’s as far back as she can remember, huh?” Jessica said to the now babbling girl. She was absent mindedly chewing on her pacifier while making an unassisted mess in her diaper. “That was how many months ago now? 8? 10? God I’ve lost count.” Jessica said with a smile. She patted the girls head while a few grunts escaped her.
“Go have some fun in baby land, Molly. I’ll change that stinky diaper in a bit!” Jessica said with a wink, before flipping the TV back on. The lights caused Molly’s eyes to grow wide and dull even further.
Happy songs of teddy bears and full diapers filled her head. The only thing that would fill Molly’s head for the rest of her life.
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Anonymous asked:
Anne abdl konusmasi
What are you trying to say friend?
Anonymous asked:
Как начать носить памперсы 24/7
You put one on, and then after you used it you take the next one.
Вы надеваете одну, а после того, как использовали ее, вы берете следующую.
@cutethingstolove writes amazing diaper stories, and I have reblogged a few already. But people where asking about more parts of the Stephanie and Courtney story, Cutethingstolove told me there are 18 parts! So I compiled a master post:
Have fun!
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A New Stage of Life
It did not take long for Emily to get accustomed to her new environment. Three weeks after her arrival, she felt like she had been living here forever. Sure, she really missed her mom and had a phone call with her almost daily, but on the other hand, living with Grace was really great, too. Although she had made an agreement with her aunt to take on duties in the household in return for the free accomodation, Grace had not asked her for a single favour since she had been here. Consequently, Emily had just decided to give her a hand whenever there was an opportunity, for instance vacuum cleaning, hanging up the laundry and washing the dishes. Secretely, she was convinced that Grace was not asking her to do anything because she was in fact just really glad to have her as a guest. Being a single-mom can probably be a little bit lonely sometimes, Emily thought. Moreover, she really enjoyed playing with Leon. Growing up as a only child, she had always wanted a younger sibling.
However, despite being comfortable and happy about her overall situation, for some reason her bedwetting had started to get worse. Although she had worn a pull-up every night, there had been some dry mornings when she had still lived with her mom. But since she was here, she has not had a single dry night. On the contrary, on some mornings her pull-up was so wet that Emily checked her bed for wet spots, and the following evenings she tried to make sure to reduce her fluid intake two hours before she went to bed. Since she still wanted to keep her little ‚problem‘ a secret from Grace, she had decided after her first day to put her wet pull-ups in small, opaque trash bags instead of the bathroom bin, and then disposing it outside in the trash can later that day. She could not tell exactly why keeping her bedwetting a secret from Grace was so important for her, but somehow she considered herself more of a grown-up since she lived at her aunts place and regularly took care of Leon. And admitting that she also still had to wear padded underwear at night to keep her bed dry, exactly like Leon, would simply destroy her self-perception of being a mature adult.
Despite her attempts of handling her bedwetting discretely, she did not want to spend too many thoughts on the matter. While still living with her mother, she never gave her ‚special undies‘ a second thought, simply because they had always been a part of her life. However, she felt that she had put more focus on them since she was here in an attempt to hide them, and was not comfortable doing so. Consequently, she decided to counteract by pushing herself to maintain the same routines she had before, meaning that besides the disposal, she was not particularly careful with her pull-ups. Just like before, she kept them simply in her underwear drawer, and since she was responsible for her own laundry she was also not worried that Grace would accidentally stumble upon them. She even continued with her habit of getting dressed in her nighttime attire, i.e. her pyjamas and a pull-up, when she went downstairs into the living room in the evenings in order to watch TV together with Grace or having chats with her. She was just way more comfortable laying on the couch like that, and after a week or two she stopped worrying about accidentally revealing her underwear.
One evening, Emily was laying on the couch on her stomach, supporting her upper body with a big pillow and watching TV. The program here in the US was a little bit different than what she was used to, but she really enjoyed it. While being focused on the show, she could hear Grace in the other room talking on the phone, apparently with a friend of hers. Since her voice was coming closer, Emily concluded that the phone call was about to come to an end.
„… oh, we will have a wonderful time together … I totally agree, it was a good decision of hers to come a few weeks before the semester starts to get acclimatized to her new environment … exactly … okay, and we said Saturday at 7pm, right?! … great, Susan, then see you on Saturday, bye … Thanks, you too, bye!“
Grace came into the living room, still holding her cellphone in her hand and looking at Emily with a grin on her face.
„That was Susan, a friend of mine“, she said and sat down on the couch, putting her phone on the couch table. „I know her from the yoga course last year … gosh, I really wonder how a person can talk so much“, she continued and laughed. Emily just laughed back in response, not telling Grace that she was convinced Susan and her seemed to be a perfect match.
„Whatcha watching, sweetie?“, Grace asked, changing the subject.
„It‘s the late night show with Jimmy Fellon“, Emily responded, again focused on the TV. „He has Jennifer Lawrence over as a guest … I really like her and her movies!“
Grace looked over to her 19-year old niece laying next to her on the couch. Without doubt, she was completely oblivious of the fact that her pyjama top had ridden up a bit, clearly exposing the waistband of the pair of pull-ups she was wearing, making her smile a bit. She had to admit that she had been slightly confused when she had found the used pull-up in the bathroom bin on Emily‘s first day here. In the beginning, she thought that maybe Emily was just on her period and simply preferred those DryNites over other hygiene products. However, after Emily had unconscioulsy revealed several times parts of her pull-up, in particular in the evenings when they were watching TV together, Grace started to wonder if she maybe wore them all the time. Although she had to admit that she was a little bit curious about it, she respected Emily‘s pivacy by not asking her any questions and just pretended to be completely unaware of it. Besides, somehow it looks really cute, she thought.
„Oh, I almost forgot!“, Grace suddenly exclaimed. The thoughts on pull-ups brought back to her mind what she wanted to ask Emily. „I‘m gonna meet up with Susan on Saturday evening and wanted to ask if you could take care of Leon … you know, getting him ready for bed and reading him a bedtime story?!“
„Sure, Grace, no problem!“, Emily responded. She sat up on the couch to get into another position. Immediately, her top slid down again, leaving no trace of her padded underwear.
„Great! Thanks, sweetie!“, Grace said. Once the show was over, both women wished each other a good night and went to bed.
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Sisterly Stuggles
Maddie and her older sister Holly sat at the dinner table eating supper with their parents as they did every evening.
As seemed usual in their home Holly liked to dominate the conversation, telling their parents about her day at school and how well she was doing in every class.
“So Mum today in biology Mr Hartford said I’m on track for one of the best marks he’s seen on our individual coursework”
“oh that’s great sweetie I’m really pleased for you” replied Mum seemingly proud of her daughter
“And can you believe it in the child care course they even had these massive baby dolls and they made us show that we knew how to change a nappy, I mean why do they need to teach us how to change nappies for gods sake”
“Well you never know love it might come in handy one day, maybe if you have children of your own”
As Holly carried on and on Maddie found her boastfulness increasingly annoying, she had finally had enough and just couldn’t help but say something….
Ally’s Pyjama Experience
Prelude
Sue sipped her coffee absentmindedly, listening to her sister Jenny’s latest update. Jenny had moved back into the neighbourhood a few years ago, and while they were no longer as close as they had been as children, they did their best to catch up from time to time. This time it was Jenny’s turn to play the host.
“And Brandon’s doing really well at college”, Jenny boasted. “He just got his first exam results back – all distinctions and high distinctions!”.
“That’s great”, Sue replied, smiling. Brandon always had been a high achiever, and she was glad to see her eldest nephew was getting on so well.
“How are things going with Ally?” Jenny enquired, always keen for an update on Sue’s only child.
“Not so well right now, I’m afraid”, Sue exclaimed. “You know how Ally still wets the bed. Well, I think someone at school must have found at and spread it around”.
“Oh, how awful for her. Still, you know how it is with kids – give it a couple of weeks and they’ll all be talking about something else”, Jenny sympathised.
“To make matters worse, she’s now refusing to wear her diapers to bed. The teasing has really gotten to her”. Sue elaborated. “I mean, I really do sympathise. There aren’t many kids who still wear diapers at eleven, but all that washing is really getting to me, and worst of all her room is really starting to smell”.
“Really? I would have thought she’d rather wake up in a wet diaper than a wet bed”. Jenny commented.
The White Ribbon
Was there a law against driving a car under the influence of depression? Sure, it wasn’t as obviously dangerous as, say, drugs or alcohol but there was something to be said for the way that a sad state of mind had trouble reacting to the world around it. Still, perhaps, that was the point. If things were to end right now, on the highway at night, it’d be a lot easier than having to face life tomorrow.
The White Ribbon. She must’ve seen the sign a million times. Ever since she was a little girl, driving up this road with her parents, she had seen that sign. It was a bar…or something. At least, that’s how she remembered it being described to her once. She liked the idea of it being a “something” more than she liked it being a bar. Bars were just dimly lit smoke-infested pits of self-despair, and she could get enough of that at home. Hell, that’s why she left home.
A Rosie By Any Other Name
Rosie stood nervously in front of a strange door in a strange hallway. There was nothing outwardly strange about them. It could have been any other apartment door in any other hallway, but the reason she was here was certainly strange.
The Baby Doll
Chapter 1
Lindsay was frustrated. She had scoured the internet searching for a birthday present for her friend Allan, yet nothing she found was the right gift. He simply wasn’t interested in the latest technologies and trends. They were opposites in that regard, but despite Allan’s old (some might say hipster-esque) sensibilities the two of them always ended up at the same bar with their group of friends on the weekend. With time running out and technology failing her, Lindsay finally decided to check out someplace befitting Allan’s style: an antique store.
Diaper Reality
Part 1
Evan sighed and breathed in the cool night air. It was late spring, close enough that summer would be coming soon but still brisk at night. Usually he would have stayed inside but tonight he had a once in a lifetime chance to watch a meteor splinter directly overhead in the night sky. He checked his watch. It wouldn’t be long now.
There was a flash as it hit the edge of the atmosphere and then little white pieces flew in all directions like some kind of eerie firework. It lasted less than a minute. Evan watched until they had faded and then walked back to his house. Such large meteors were rare, and even rarer that they hit the atmosphere so directly. The chances that it would happen right over his small town, it was amazing.
Sydney walked into school the next morning, bleary eyed and grumbling. One month, she had one month until she graduated. Honestly she didn’t see the point of school, she was doing it for her mother.
The bell rang. She checked the clock. No point going to her first period class, the teacher never took attendance anyways. She wandered towards the nearest bathroom where she knew she would hide from any inquisitive teachers until second period.
She was so busy staring at her phone that she didn’t even notice her outfit changing as she walked into the bathroom. She absentmindedly tugged at her jeans to adjust her underwear which seemed to have gotten bunched up. Except her jeans seemed to disappear in her hand and she touched plastic.
Roses
Chapter 1: The Rules
Jonathan nodded. “Of course.”
“Good. Everything will happen in private. If you want to do public play, we will renegotiate. If at any point I say the word ‘roses,’ you will immediately stop whatever you’re doing. Oh, and I take payment in advance.”
He nodded again. “Absolutely. I won’t hurt you. Quite the opposite. I want to take care of you. That’s kind of my thing.” Jonathan handed her the cash, and she put it away in her purse.
“Okay, then the formal shit is taken care of. I’m yours until tomorrow morning, unless you break our contract. Starting now.”
Reversed World
‘No Cindy! I want the report completed and done right now!’ Yelled Margaret as she started to change her daughter’s diaper, ‘Look I can’t fax you the details, I’m changing my daughters diaper’
Margaret groaned as she cooed toward her baby girl Sarah, who is babbling and playing with the mobile over her. She taped up the diaper and carry her out of the nursery. ‘We’ll get it done ok?’ She hung up as she put her phone back in her suit jacket, she looked at a mirror, her neat short black hair in a stunning suit, her husband is a lucky guy to have this bombshell as a wife.
‘Ok let’s get you dressed for daycare’ she grab a pink dress and dress Sarah in it. Sarah giggles as she lift up her dress. ‘No Sarah, that’s a no no’ she pull it down, ‘save it for when you’re in your twenties’ she winked as she grab her keys and they walk out of the house.
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The Rings of Fate
“David, I’m going to the mall, keep your eye on Susie?” mother called up the stairs.
“O.K. mum,” I called back, my heart rate picking up.
As soon as she was out the door I searched through her bedroom for the rings that I’d seen her and dad use. Dad was an archaeologist, he had obtained these rings from an Arabian associate, they were very, very special.
The TBDL, the bedwetter and the sleepover
Chapter 1
It was a Friday afternoon and I was round at Jakes house, we were both in his living room playing on his Xbox whilst his mother was doing some paper work.
I’d met Jake through school, we were both aged 15 at the time and I’d be at the same school since I was age 11, Jake however had moved from a different school about a month ago so we hadn’t known each other that long, but we were fast become best friends which was great because whilst I’d made lots of friends I hadn’t got anyone else I would say is a “best” friend.
We were getting on so well we had already decided that same day to have a sleepover that evening.
Jake had just beaten me on a racing game that we were playing, text on the screen said ‘GAME OVER’ which was kind of a relief as I needed the bathroom anyway.
I told Jake I did and he told me his bathroom was upstairs.
“Back in a minute” I said as I got up and made my way slowly upstairs.
As I made my way to the top, I overheard Jake and his mother start talking: I could hear them pretty well and was curios at the time if they’d say anything about me.
“Jake honey” his mother said “I know your friends staying over tonight but you still have to wear a diaper tonight as usual”
“Yeah whatever” Jake replied as if implying he would but she didn’t need to point out the obvious.
I stood there at the top of the stairs still as a statue; I felt a mixture of surprise and excitement and had butterflies in my tummy. This news to be honest was brilliant to hear as I wore diapers to.