devillilly-san

[devillilly-san]

It’s the little things she does that make me feel small 🍼

🍼 Last night I was playing games on my computer having a blast and not paying attention to anything else until I saw mama out of the corner of my eye. She was smiling at me and holding out her hand toward me. I took off my headphones and asked what was up and she said “you need a Nini diapee sweetie! It’s getting late, come on I’m taking you to get padded up”.

There was no question about it. She, my authority figure, decided it was time for me to put my diaper on whether I wanted to or not. That little interaction just had me so blushy I felt like a toddler that was babbling an argument at his mommy while she smiled and gently pacified me as she laid me down and pulled out the supplies 💕

🍼 This morning we were snuggled up in bed for weekend cuddles since we both didn’t have to work. I was little spooning pretty hard, I had my poofy diaper butt pushed as far into her crotch as I could and she was holding me close. In my sleepy state I felt her gently moving her hands down my body and between my legs. She squeezed the front of my pampers a couple times and then the back. I whined something incomprehensible and she said “Shhhh sweetie, go back to sleep it’s okay. Mommys just gotta check your diaper and see if you need a change before we go downstairs for coffee. I think this one will last though.” Then she pat me on the butt and snuggled up again.

Normally when your girlfriend reaches between your legs during morning cuddles it’s to feel you up and get you hard so you’ll push her down and fuck her. That wasn’t this though. She was feeling up my squishy pampers that I had already tinkled in to see if I needed a change, again like a toddler who’s too dumb to know if he needs one or not. That diaper check just reinforced how little I really am to her… just a cute, stupid little boy who needs his mommy to check his pampers. Not a man capable of fucking her right. 💕

I notice the little things she does for me and they make me feel so special and cared for :3

[devillilly-san]

🙈😳🙈😳 what's more embarrassing than wearing double pink pampers and girly clothes???

Probably being forced to hump my soaked diapeys until I make cummies like a pathetic diaperboy 😩🙈

[devillilly-san]

Excerpts from the "ABDL and Littles' Dictionary"

STUFFICATION: Noun, meaning "To be so entirely covered in stuffies you can barely see or breathe." See also 'Stuffercation' meaning "To have so many diaper stuffers you can barely move"

GORGEOUS PERVERT: Noun, meaning "A silly pseudonym, used when teasing your caregiver about being a perv while still acknowledging you love their gorgeousness, and think you enjoy their delightful perversion!"

MOMMA-MAGIC: Noun, meaning "The catch-all term for the inexplicable and seemingly supernatural ability of your caregiver to know what mischief you're up to, or to fix a problem that seems unresolvable to the little"

ITTY-BITTY-BABYBRAIN: Noun, meaning "The cutesy term used by caregivers to explain why a little loses inhibitions or understanding when regressed or feeling cutesy"

SWITCHIFICATION: Noun, meaning "The unique ability of an abdl or'little' to switch from little and infantile behavior to serious adult and mature topics or activities with very little effort" or, the alternative meaning, "The ability to go from little to caregiver as a 'switch' with no obvious external influences or cause"

OMNOMOMMA: Verb, meaning "The act of the little suddenly licking, kissing etc on their caregiver"

[devillilly-san]

Two stuffers = Can't close legs + Slight waddle for a Mummy to tease me about

Uh oh.

Got a feeling this may be standard from hereon...

...eek!

[devillilly-san]

❤️❤️Thanks Everyone For ReBlogging My Pampers❤️❤️

[devillilly-san]

This is what happens to misbehaving brats when they get on Santa's Naughty List.

[devillilly-san]

Having a bedtime routine >>

Daddy getting me changed, fresh pair of pjs (a onesie) after a shower and a cute pull up and frilly socks.

He holds me in his arm feeding me a bottle of warm banana milk (that’s my fav) while giving me butt pats.

He sets me to bed around 8:30pm and puts me in our bed, tucking me in, and sitting on the edge of the bed. Grabbing a bedtime story and passing me one of my fav stuffies. After reading me the story he places a kiss on my forehead, turns the light off and turns my night light on, and then walks out the bedroom.

This is such a need. Not a want. A need. But also a want. But mostly a need.

[devillilly-san]

I wish more people liked hard-core degradation and abdl... like being called a good girl is nice and stuff but if doesn't make me like squirmy... calling me a stupid disgusting little girl tho... now that makes me go 😍😍😍

[devillilly-san]

Little Training Guide - Best Friends

There is nothing more adorable than watching your very own adult toddler throw a full on temper tantrum because they can't find their best friend--i.e., their favorite stuffie--only be immediately soothed when you plop their fluffy friend back in their arms.

But, how do you develop such a deep, emotional connection between your little and their favorite toy?

1. Pick the Perfect Plushie

The importance of selecting the perfect plush friend for your little one cannot be overstated! I suggest letting your baby help select, and even create their new best friend, if possible.

It's impossible for your adorable little pamper packer to complain about being forced to carry their new symbol of infantilization everywhere when they were the one that picked them out.

I also urge you to carefully consider size. Many littles will try to convince you to get them the biggest stuffie possible. Much like real children, littles tend to think that bigger is better (and may have ulterior motives if they are particularly 'attached' to their stuffies).

However, I urge you to consider the fact that your perfect little adult infant is going to be carrying around their favorite stuffie everywhere. Oversized stuffies, while adorable and useful for stimulating your cutie in more physical ways, are impractical as a full time source of comfort.

A medium sized plushie, large enough to be a visible reminder of their childish status yet small enough to be easily transported, is really the only way to go.

2. Bed Time Dependence

The next step into turning your little one's plush toy into their best friend is creating bed time dependence.

Make sleeping, cuddled up with their stuffie a requirement. Be it their bedtime, nap time, or a quick snooze on a long car ride, make sleeping without their fluffy companion result in a hefty punishment.

Pretty soon, your adorable adult baby won't be able to sleep without their favorite snuggy!

3. Make them Inseperable

Once bed time dependence is established, it's time to make your little one Inseperable from their plush friend.

Maybe you make the hard rule that they will be punished if they are caught without their stuffie. My inventive rules are more effective, however.

Create situations where not having their stuffie around is a detriment.

Maybe, diaper changes can only happen with their stuffie in their hand. Maybe the "stuffie," not your little one, is the only one allowed to ask for adult food. Maybe your little one is only allowed clothes over their diaper when they're with their friend.

Tying a plushie to comfort will ensure your little one will never leave their crib without it more than 1000 spankies ever will.

4. Treat them Like One of the Family

Creating attachment to your little one's stuffed animal is not enough. You want total dependence. To do that, your adult baby needs to see their stuffie as more than a toy. That means you need to treat it as more than one too!

Talk to your little one's stuffie just like you talk to your little one. Punish the stuffie for bad behavior. Ask for a special seat for it when you go out to eat. Ask it's preferences on bedtime stories. Maybe even ask if it needs to go potty.

The more you treat their stuffie like a person, the more your little will believe it is one too.

Plus, this all provides an excellent opportunity to reinforce your little one's infantile status by way of comparison--i.e., "Look at Mr. Fluffy in his highchair! It's just like the one you use at home;" "Oh, Beary is getting spankies for naughty language just like you did yesterday;" and, "Don't you wish you were a big girl like Sally Dog? Look how good she is at using the potty!"

5. Make them your Little's Closest Confidant

The final step in establishing compete stuffie dependence is making the stuffie your little's closest confidant.

Don't just encourage your little to treat their stuffed friend like a person, but get them to trust their deepest emotions, fears, and dreams with their fluffy companion.

Encourage little to write letters to their stuffie like a pen pal (in crayon with their non-dominant hand of course). Set up situations post punishment where their stuffie is the only one to vent to about the 'unfairness' of the world. Make your little one have 'counseling' time with their plushie, where they talk to their stuffed animal like it is their therapist.

By following these steps, over the course of just a few months, you'll find your adult baby just as dependent on their stuffed best friend as they are on their padded baby pants!

[devillilly-san]

Hygiene as an Autistic and ADHDer

A.J’s Brain

[devillilly-san]

started calling my executive dysfunction issues my board of dysfunctional executives and treating it like a room of frail old white men and it hasn't fixed everything but it sure is fucking funny

[devillilly-san]

feedist kinktober 27 : boozy belly

this was one of the first things i wrote about em. i'm not the best at writing dialogues so i hope it's not to clunky, enjoy!

[devillilly-san]

I dooo 🥺😳

Who wants a ride?

[devillilly-san]

Good morning everyone 🎀

With the holidays almost here i know it can be a really nice time for some but I also know that it's not like that for everyone, so I just wanted you to know that if the holidays aren't something you look forward too or not the best time for you and you would like some company, feel free to reach out, I'll be on and I'm more than happy to have a chat 😌🎀

[devillilly-san]

[devillilly-san]

You asked for this, sweetie.

You were the one who asked for training panties, remember? Early this morning, when Daddy told you about his friends coming over for the holiday party? Oh, how you pouted! You even threw your stuffie and spit our your paci. And believe me, when my little Maggie actually drops those, Daddy knows something's wrong.

Except it wasn't. Not really.

"Aww, Daddy – I'm not a baby! I can be a big girl!" Those were your exact words, babydoll. Words which Daddy couldn't help but smile at. Especially since they were coming from the bratty mouth of a young woman, lying prone on her crinkling bed with splayed legs, while her Daddy-hubbie wiped the nightly sheen of urine from her smooth-shaven crotch.

Not a baby? Oh, sweetie. You wish, perhaps. But that loaded diaper pail in the corner begs to differ. So do those stacks of fresh diapers and boosters and plastic pants filling half of your entire dresser. So does the pacifier you unthinkingly accepted into your mouth from Daddy's hand not a minute later. And so does the very air of your room, filled as it is with the powdery scent of lotion and talcum and the faintest whiff of bodily waste.

You're a baby in everything but mind, sweetie. And let's be honest: Daddy knows that's exactly how you want it, deep down.

So Daddy didn't pay you the slightest mind. He's learned well how to avoid your bratty kicks, to maneuver those booster-filled diapers underneath your squirming bum. He knows the low octave of command, the stern clipping of syllables needed to make you whimper down into pacified, doubtful-eyed submission.

And yes. He also knows how sweetly gullible you are. Which is why he sweetly promised you as he worked that he'd let you wear your training pants to the party.

So on they went: those two MegaMax diapers, each stuffed with their own bulk-adding, thirsty booster. It gave Daddy such a quiet thrill, seeing you reach down those trembling bare fingers between your splayed legs to touch their massive bulk. Oh, those adorable eyes of yours! Widening above your dummy-filled mouth… filling with fear and shame… dropping down to take in the massive, glossy bulge of infantile shame forcing apart your thighs…

"Almost perfect." That's what Daddy said, and that's what Daddy meant. But almost isn't good enough – not for your Daddy. He knew there was something missing, even after he pulled your cotton T-shirt over your head and down to cover your petite breasts. And it was this special something that would put his darling little Maggie's outfit over the top.

"Where are you going, little Waddle-Butt? Come here. Daddy promised you something, don't you remember?"

Oh, the look on your face when you turned back and saw Daddy, holding out those girly training panties you'd begged so hard to wear! There he knelt on the carpet, holding them open expectantly. He was inviting you to take your waddling steps forward, to raise one clumsy bare foot, to slide your naked leg through, down into that thickly padded cotton mockery of underwear…

You shuddered. You glanced into Daddy's eyes and saw the sadistic twinkle. You saw, too, the set of his jaw, the determination he had to tolerate no resistance. And so, you gulped. You lifted one leg, and then the other.

And oh, how Daddy cooed and cheered as he tugged them on! How his low voice rumbled in your ear as that padded cotton jerked upward, straining and stretching over the balloon-like bulk of your babyish butt! He was soothing you, congratulating you, telling you what a good idea it was for you to wear your training panties. They looked so cute, after all. So adorable. So exactly like what a baby princess should wear.

Yes, that's what Daddy told you. What he didn't tell you was how his breath caught upon seeing your wondering gaze. How his groin twitched and ached as you tugged the pacifier free from your rosy, glistening mouth to protest. How his hungry eyes followed your soft, shaking hand as it slid down, down, down over the humiliating bulge of your now even more swollen and babyish rump. How his entire being shivered with longing at the sight of you: his partner, aghast and mortified at the dawning realization of what Daddy has given her.

Because he'd given you exactly what you'd asked for. He hadn't lied. He'd merely exercised his grown-up discretion in the most delightfully sadistic of ways. Sure, as his darling you could beg and plead to wear what you thought would be more discreet. But Daddy will do everything in his power to make sure you knew your place. You're the baby in this relationship, after all. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

In fact, Daddy will make it crystal-clear once more. Feel his hand now, dropping firm and comforting onto your shoulder. Here is his soft whisper in your ear: warm with masculine amusement, but not nearly loud enough to drown out the sound of the ringing doorbell and the burst of his friends' laughter outside.

"Sweetie, don't worry. You look simply… perfect."

Image Credit: ABDreams.com

Be sure to check out my Ream Stories if you want to read more of my naughty fiction!

[devillilly-san]

What does mommy always say, little one? “Sharing is caring.” Now, hold still. Mommy’s not walking all the way to the bathroom when your diaper is right here.