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dad and coming home from work I wanted to show him my dry diaper because I waited for him to come home to show him how I pooped in it I held him by the hand put him on the bed, I leaned forward and pushed the big sticky poop into my white diaper which had turned brown with poop dad took me by the hand to change my stinky diaper

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Guess whats inside …😇

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Was wohl drine steckt😇

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Hi daddy! Am I being a good girl using my diapee? Since I’m not allowed to use the big girl potty.🤍

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Filling our diapers for mommy from the enema she gave us

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Good boy messes and wets his diaper after an enema. Diaper patts at the end too. Moaning the whole time.

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Messy accident

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🖤 Smallbabyrose 🖤

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Hard to Concentrate

“So this is where you snuck off to!”

I jumped much more than I should have. The last thing I needed was to look more conspicuous than I did.

“I…just needed some air,” I lied, desperately trying to play it cool. I bounced a bit, doing everything I could to not fill my diaper in front of the girl I’ve been crushing on for years.

“I see,” she said in a disbelieving tone, “I guess ocean air on the beach wasn’t enough.”

I laughed, trying to play along. “Just needed a break from everyone, that’s all,” I added.

“Well, why didn’t you invite me along? Especially since you seem to be dancing along to the music,” she said, taking a few steps closer to me.

I couldn’t tell if she was being snarky or serious. All I knew is I was in trouble either way. But if she was serious…

“Umm,” I said, fighting another cramp, “Well, I…”

She took another step forward. She was close now. So very close. Her intoxicating perfume tantalized my nose.

I knew I needed to get away. There was no time. Yet, I couldn’t move. I’ve dreamed about being this close to her in private for so long.

“No one’s here, Tom,” she said casually looking around, “What are you thinking?”

That I’m about to poop my diaper in front of you…

“That we should finish this conversation after I run to the bathroom,” I say, trying to sound playful through another cramp.

She smiled again. The same smile in between a smirk and authentic.

“The bathroom?” she asked, “You passed two on the way here. Why didn’t you go to those if that’s what you had to do?”

“I…uhhh,” I rambled, terror growing. Not only was I losing the battle to hold it but she was still inching closer.

I could almost feel her breath on my face.

“Tom, you can tell me,” she offered, “What’s going on?”

“I-I,” I started before it happened.

A low, ominous fart escaped me. A harbinger of the disaster that was now impossible to delay.

I was going to mess my diaper in front of her and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Oh!” she said stepping back as my knees buckled, “That’s why you left.”

I grunted as the first mass loudly forced its way into my diaper.

“Ohhhhh!” she said like a detective breaking over a case, “This makes so much sense!”

I wanted to respond, to say anything to her, but I couldn’t. Not when I grunted again to push out the next mass into my diaper.

“I always wondered why you never just wore a swimsuit. But now it makes so much sense! You didn’t want everyone to see your diaper!”

I open my mouth to argue, N-n mmpgh,” I grunted like a toddler.

“Wow, well I guess this also answers how you managed to stay single! I’ve always wondered how someone as handsome as you hadn’t been taken. But this…makes sense. You wear diapers!”

My face burned in utter humiliation. But finally, after one last, loud push, I was done. I could feel my diaper sagging pathetically.

I tried to think of something to say, though nothing came to mind.

“Are you all done? That looked like a big poopy!” she cooed, her demeanor completely changing.

“I-I,” I stuttered.

She walked over to me, turning me around without a word. Her hand pushed up against my messy diaper, bouncing it a few times.

“Wow, you really filled that diaper up, Tommy!”

“T-Tommy?” I spluttered.

“Well, Tom is a bit too mature for someone in a loaded diaper, wouldn’t you agree? That’s why in Rugrats he was Tommy Pickles, not Tom Pickles. So, it fitting for you!”

I take a step back before her hand grabs my shoulder.

“Oh no, Tommy! You’re not going anywhere until I get you into a fresh diapee!”

“I can do it myself,” I argue.

“No, silly. Not anymore. You’re too precious to be changing your own diapers. Let’s go find a secluded spot so I can get you out of that icky, stinky diaper.”

“No, please!” I whine.

“Oh, stop,” she hissed, “I came here thinking I’d make a move on you because you clearly weren’t going to. And that’s what I’m doing.”

My heart flutters. “A…a move? You wanted to hook up with me?” I asked hopefully.

“Well, yeah. You’re hot. But those plans are out the door. I’m not gonna hook up with you, Mr. Poopypants! But I think this will be fun!”

My heart sinks like a lead balloon. “Y-you won’t tell anyone about this, right?” I beg.

“Of course I am, silly! But don’t worry, I’ll be there with you making sure they don’t tease you too much. Nobody is gonna be mean to my baby.”

Her hand reaches out, pulling me down the path before I can respond. I do my best to keep up, fighting the heavy, drooping diaper between my legs.

She stops at a clearing of grass. “This should be perfect,” she cheers, “Lay down, Tommy. Now.”

I look around in a panic. This is not private. “But you said secluded.”

“This is secluded! Nobody can smell your poopies here! And if they see…they see. Now, on that tush, mister,” she demanded pushing me down.

I meekly obey, covering my eyes as she opens my diaper bag and empties all the supplies.

As the first tab rips I hear a cacophony of giggling girls.

“Don’t mind them, Tommy,” she sings, rubbing my exposed tummy, “You’re right where you belong.”

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“No, silly, that’s not where the ornaments go!”

Just enjoying a diaper-filled weekend with @lolaandthens0me. It’s definitely a luxury for me to be able to change out of one diaper and into the next. There’s just something so right about having a wet diaper underneath you during a change and then a few minutes later, you’re taping up a dry one. *fresh and clean*

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You can’t believe it, this can’t be happening. You signed up for an ABDL center and only imagined what it would be like, but you never contemplated having to go in your diaper for the first time in front of a real, adult woman who knew you were an adult, deep down at least.

You were in a fuzzy onesie, with animal patterns, which covered you head to toe but couldn’t hide the outline of the big puffy diaper they’d put you in. Your hands were in mittens, locked, and also under the onesie. The idyllic scenario you’d imagined turned to fear as she walked into the room, the mommy assigned to you. You had never seen her before and suddenly thought this might all be a trap, that everyone would find out and your life would be over.

Instead, her gentle feet coming down the wooden hallway calmed you. As she walked in, she smiled at you and cooed at you, talking in a soft, motherly voice: “Hi babyyy, welcome! How was your first nap?” You spit out your paci and tried to speak through your quivering lips, starting to say “I’m sorry” but she responded with a concerned look and shushed you before you could. “Shhh shh, no no, no cries baby, it’s okay, mommy’s here now.”

You started tearing up, either from the red embarrassment on your cheeks or the kindness you received. In any case, you had to go, and the muscle contractions gave away your predicament through your face.

“Baby, mommy needs to know: did you go pee pee or push push yet?...number 2”

You couldn’t believe those words, you felt butterflies and your face turned red, you wanted to end this whole scenario right away. Before you could say anything though she put her arm next to her dress strap and you heard a snapping sound. “I know, I know, you feel embarrassed but momma will help you.” She moved her hands around and revealed she had a nursing bra as she pulled down the straps from one side of her dress.

As the veiny, white breast, the pink, milky nipple came into view closer and closer your mind started to go blank. As soon as you latched on to mommy and the milk hit your mouth you let out soft babyish grunts.

“Good baby, let it all out. Push out those pee pees for me! Babies go poo poos, it’s okay, push for mommy!”

You forgot everything except mommy’s vanilla smell, the warmth of her breast, the sweetness of her milk, and the muscles tensing behind you, letting out a stream of pee into your diaper. Small, muffled toots escaped you and mommy smiled. “Push baby, let the poo poo out, you’re safe with me, mommy’s got you.”

They might as well have lobotomized you since at that point your brain was solely focused on the pure comfort of this bond. The warm mass filling your diaper, the small sharp bits surrounded by hot mush did not cross your mind, the crackling noises. Mommy held you, kissed your head, and said “good baby.” She hummed softly and your consciousness drifted away.

Every day became a routine, your brain lobotomized by mommy's love and support...

(caption from an old blog of mine)

(3 new AI generated photos)

(inspired by @dailymommymilky)

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🗽Diaper changing in New York🗽

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I know I’m always talking about messy, messy, messy in my posts but in reality being messy is no laughing matter. I do enjoy my babygirls in their messy diapers and sometimes a messy diaper punishment is needed, but it’s not something that should be over used. Generally speaking, when your Princess gets messy, you actually don’t want it all squished and smooshed around. You want to get her cleaned up with the least amount of hassle. If a babygirl gets too messy, especially after a punishment like a messy diaper spanking, she might even need a shower on top of her initial diaper change. I don’t know why some caretakers give their messy little ones baths… there’s nothing wrong with baths but to specifically clean your little one up after a big messy should not be the place of a bath.. I think you can already tell why. Generally speaking you want to change your babygirl in a timely matter (unless they’ve given you a reason not to such as being bratty) then they can stew for a little longer.. but in the event of a standard messy, you want to get your babygirl cleaned up as fast and efficiently as possible. We all know the ramifications if messy gets inside and around Princess parts too often. We do not want that. We want clean babygirls and we want diaper changes with little to no hassle… but I must say one thing…To truly be a babygirl is to mess her diapers.. it is a necessity.. and I will be making another post further explaining that distinction.

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Wonder what happend after it for door number 15…🥰

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Was wohl dannach passiert ist bei nummer 15….🥰