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I always seem to find myself back in ABUniverse Diapers. They're just so adorable! If only I could wear diapers everyday.

Diaper Day Every Day would be such a good slogan

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Boy can these diapers hold a lot. Loved hearing the squish as I sat down. This one still held another wetting!

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Diapered lumberjack

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Caught mid diaper check.

"It's not what it looks like! I was just trying them out!"

"Looking awfully soaked for someone trying them out."

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Uber Ride Regression

As soon as the Uber pulled up, Eric felt a twinge of relief. It had been a long day at work, and he was looking forward to a nice dinner out. But as he approached the sleek black car, he noticed something different about the driver. The man looked rugged, with broad shoulders, a strong jawline, and a thick beard—a total daddy vibe. Eric couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated.

The driver rolled down the window and barked, “Get in. Quick now.”

Taken aback, Eric hesitated for a moment but then complied, sliding into the back seat. The door shut with a firm click behind him, almost like a seal being tightened.

“Buckle up. Tight,” the driver ordered, glancing at Eric in the rearview mirror with piercing eyes. There was something in his tone that made Eric immediately fumble for the seatbelt, yanking it across himself and snapping it in place.

“Good boy,” the driver muttered, almost to himself, and then they were off.

Eric tried to settle in, but something felt off. His surroundings seemed to blur, colors becoming brighter and more vivid. He blinked, shaking his head as if to clear it, but the feeling only intensified. The seat under him began to feel strange, almost soft and pliable, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the sensation.

But then, he felt it. His underwear seemed to be expanding, thickening between his legs. Panic rising, Eric reached down, fingers trembling, and gasped when he felt the crinkling plastic of a diaper. He looked up, wide-eyed, catching the driver’s gaze in the mirror again. The man’s eyes twinkled with something knowing and mischievous.

“What the hell is happening?” Eric tried to say, but his voice sounded muffled. He looked down in horror as his suit began to melt and morph, the fabric fusing together into a sleek black onesie, complete with a snap crotch. His tie slithered around his neck like a snake, thickening and transforming until it was a pacifier attached to a strap. Before he could react, the pacifier floated up, pushing its bulb into his mouth, silencing him completely.

“Mmmph!” Eric struggled, trying to spit it out, but the strap held it firmly in place. He yanked at the seatbelt, but it felt like steel, holding him snugly against the seat. He looked down, heart pounding, as the seat itself began to expand, growing softer and larger until it became a padded booster seat. A thick belt buckle appeared in front of him, pressing against his newly bulging diaper, making it impossible to ignore the absurd reality of his situation.

The driver glanced back again, his smile widening. “Look at you, all safe and snug in your seat,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

Eric squirmed, the urge to pee suddenly hitting him hard. He clenched, trying to hold it in, but his mind felt foggy, every coherent thought slipping away. It was like a voice inside him kept whispering, *Just let go. You know you want to. It’ll feel so much better.*

He shook his head frantically, trying to resist, but the urge was too strong. With a helpless whimper, he felt the floodgates open, warmth spreading through his diaper as he wet himself, the thick padding swelling and pressing even more firmly against the belt buckle.

As the humiliating sensation washed over him, Eric’s head lolled back, a dazed smile tugging at his lips. His brain felt like mush, the last remnants of his adult self slipping away. And then, his stomach churned. He let out a soft, involuntary grunt, feeling his bowels start to push.

“No… no…,” he thought weakly, but there was no resistance left in him. With a final, defeated push, he filled his diaper, the mess spreading and the soft booster seat giving way to accommodate his expanding state. The relief was overwhelming, and Eric’s eyes fluttered shut, his mind regressing further until all he could feel was a blissful, babyish contentment.

“Good boy,” the driver cooed mockingly, slowing the car to a stop. “We’re here.”

Eric barely registered the words, lost in his regressed haze. The driver got out and walked around to open the back door. Reaching in, he unbuckled Eric’s harness with practiced ease and lifted him out of the car, setting him down gently on the sidewalk.

“Pee-yew! We’ve got one stinky boy here!” the driver announced loudly, giving Eric’s drooping diaper a playful pat. “Looks like someone needs a daddy to get him all cleaned up.”

Eric looked around, blinking in the bright lights of the city street. People were staring, but he didn’t care. He felt warm, safe, and strangely happy, completely unaware of how absurd he looked standing there in a sagging diaper and onesie, pacifier bobbing between his lips.

With a final chuckle, the driver climbed back into the Uber and drove off, leaving Eric swaying slightly on the sidewalk. He looked around, clutching his hands in front of him, his eyes wide and innocent.

He knew he needed something, but what was it again?

Oh, right. A daddy.

He began to toddle down the street, his soaked and messy diaper swaying heavily between his legs. As he wandered, he gazed at the people around him, his mind empty of all but one simple thought:

Find a daddy.

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How does this toilet thing work? It's awfully confusing.

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I was told I wasn't allowed in bed unless I was diapered :(

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Thought I'd share another one of my kinks with you all. I'm a huge fan of speedos. Love the feel of spandex and the tightness of it all. Diaper picks will return soon but wanted to share this with you all.

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Still not sure how I feel about these ones but gotta admit the sag from them is real nice

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Went a size bigger on the diapers this time and I'm not a huge fan. They ride up a lot higher.

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Soggy morning diaper check! Seems like I really do need diapers at night! Who wants to change me?

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Felt very cute in this diaper today. Hope you are all doing well! 🥰😊

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Waking up padded and wet never felt so good!

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Was giving myself a diaper check and thought it wasn't full enough so I'd push it to capacity. Was a very wet night 😖

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Whelp. That didn't stay clean for very long. Maybe I really do need diapers 🤔.

Also sorry for bad video quality didn't realize how bad the lighting was 😅

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The Forgotten Nursery

It was supposed to be just another weekend adventure for Nick, Jake, and Ethan three friends, barely twenty, looking for a bit of fun and maybe some harmless mischief. They'd heard rumors about the old abandoned research facility on the outskirts of town. Supposedly, the place had been part of some government project, long since shut down. Curiosity got the better of them, and on a Saturday afternoon, they made their way through the overgrown woods, eventually stumbling upon the facility's decaying entrance.

Nick is tall and broad-shouldered, standing around 6'2" with a muscular, thick build. His arms are well-defined from years of lifting weights, with prominent biceps and forearms that show the physicality of his sport. His chest and legs are equally strong, giving him a bulky, powerful appearance. Nick's jawline is square, with a bit of scruff on his face, and his short, dirty-blond hair is styled in a messy, athletic cut. His tan skin, often a bit weathered from outdoor practice, adds to his rugged, athletic look.

Jake has a lean, sculpted physique, standing around 5'10". His body is built for speed and endurance, with long, toned limbs and a sleek, athletic frame. His chest and shoulders are defined, but not bulky, showing the streamlined look of someone used to cutting through water. His skin has a slight bronze glow from spending so much time in the pool under the sun. Jake's dark brown hair is short and neatly cut, often slicked back from the pool water.

Ethan is lanky, with a wiry, slender build. Standing around 5'9", his frame is much more delicate compared to Nick or Jake. His arms and legs are long but thin, with just a hint of muscle definition, more the result of occasional activity rather than any dedicated sport. His pale skin has a slight flush, with a face that is more youthful and boyish, giving him a softer, almost innocent look. Ethan's black hair is longer, falling messily around his face, often covering his light blue eyes.

"Looks like no one's been here in years," Nick remarked as he nudged open the rusted door. The heavy metal groaned, revealing a dark hallway beyond.

As they ventured deeper, their flashlights flickered across old signs and faded labels. Most of the rooms had been gutted, but one door caught Ethan's attention. "Nursery Wing - Research in Progress." His heart raced with excitement, fueled by the thrill of the unknown.

"Bet this is where they ran some freaky experiments," Jake chuckled, shoving the door open.

The room was pristine, completely untouched by time. Large cribs lined the walls, soft lighting illuminating shelves full of stuffed animals and pastel-colored furniture. In the middle of the room stood a large central console with a blinking light-a sign that, against all odds, this place still had power.

"What the hell is this?" Nick muttered, stepping inside. It looked like a nursery, but everything was sized for adults-oversized cribs, high chairs, and baby toys that were far too large for actual infants.

"Looks like someone had a thing for some twisted baby roleplay," Ethan joked, his laughter echoing eerily in the sterile room.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them. Before any of them could react, the console in the center lit up, and a voice-mechanical, calm, and nurturing-filled the room. "Welcome, little ones. Playtime is about to begin."

"What the fu-" Jake started, but he was interrupted as a robotic arm extended from the wall, grabbing him by the arm. "Hey, get off me!"

Before they could fully comprehend what was happening, similar arms shot out, pulling Nick and Ethan toward separate changing tables. The friends struggled, but the mechanical grip was too strong. The tables adjusted automatically, creating straps to hold them in place.

"System activation: Regression protocol initiated," the voice chimed sweetly. "Let's get the little ones ready for their nap."

Panic surged through the trio as they were stripped of their clothes, the mechanical arms working quickly and efficiently. Within moments, they were diapered -thick, crinkling, adult-sized diapers with smiling and playful animals printed on them wrapped snugly around their waists. Soft baby powder filled the air, and the scent only added to the surreal nature of what was happening.

"What the hell is going on?!" Nick shouted, but his words started to feel fuzzy. His mind grew foggy, the sharp edges of his thoughts dulling as if something was gently erasing them.

The same was happening to Jake and Ethan. Their struggles weakened, replaced by confusion and a strange sense of comfort. The mechanical arms lifted them from the tables and placed each of them into a large crib. Blankets, warm and soft, were pulled over them. Their diapers hugged them tightly seemingly draining their will to fight with each moment that passed.

"There, there" the voice cooed. "The little ones are safe now. No more big boy thoughts, just soft, simple feelings."

Jake blinked, his eyelids growing heavier. "What were we doing here...?" he mumbled, unable to remember why he was even scared.

Just as the trio was starting to settle into their new reality, more robotic arms extended from the ceiling, each holding a large baby bottle filled with a warm, creamy liquid. The scent of milk filled the air, but there was something else in it too-something sweet but slightly off.

The arms positioned the bottles at their mouths, and the voice returned, calm and insistent. "Time for a nice bottle before your nap, little ones. Drink up."

The boys tried to resist, shaking their heads, but their bodies felt heavy, almost too relaxed to fight back. Each of them was forced to start drinking. The liquid was smooth and comforting as it slid down their throats, and within moments, all three bottles were emptied.

Unbeknownst to them, the milk was laced with laxatives-a powerful dose designed to break down any remaining sense of control.

"Good boys finish their bottles," the voice purred. "And good boys use their diapers."

Nick was the first to feel the uncomfortable pressure building in his stomach. He groaned, shifting in the crib as his body reacted to the laxatives. "Oh no... what the hell did they put in that?"

Jake grunted beside him, clearly feeling the same pressure. "Man, I don't wanna... I can't..."He clenched his stomach, trying to hold it in, but the urge was overwhelming.

The voice returned, its tone soothing yet authoritative. "There's no need to hold it in, little ones. You're wearing your diapers for a reason. Good boys let go. Good boys use their diapers."

Ethan whimpered, clutching the front of his diaper as the pressure became too much to bear. He squeezed his legs together, trying to resist, but the voice echoed in his mind. "Good boys use their diapers. Don't fight it. Let go."

The boys squirmed, each of them desperately trying to maintain some sense of dignity, some sliver of control. But the urge was too strong, the pressure too intense. One by one, their resolve broke.

Ethan was the first to lose control. His body tensed before he let out a soft gasp, feeling the warm mess filling the back of his diaper. As the release hit, a strange wave of relief and euphoria washed over him. The humiliation of messing himself melted away, replaced by a growing sense of freedom. His mind felt lighter, as if every adult worry and concern was being emptied out along with his bowels.

Jake followed shortly after, groaning as he felt his body give in. He let out a breathless laugh, the feeling of the warm, mushy diaper oddly comforting. The regression sank in deeper as he let go of any lingering thoughts of resistance with each load he filled his diaper with. His mind was free-childlike, simple, and content.

Nick held out the longest, but even he couldn't resist forever. His body betrayed him, and as he filled his diaper, a powerful sensation of surrender overtook him. The weight of his "big boy" thoughts and responsibilities seemed to drain away, leaving only the blissful, empty feeling of someone without a care in the world.

"There, there," the voice cooed once more. "Good boys use their diapers. Doesn't it feel nice to let go? No more big boy worries, just soft, simple thoughts from now on."

The boys, now fully regressed, lay in their cribs with content smiles on their faces. Their minds were blank slates, free from the burdens of adulthood. Their diapers full of what used to be their big boy thoughts. With each movement their diapers squelched in response. They had become exactly what the nursery wanted-obedient, happy, diapered little ones, without a care in the world.

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"I swear I don't need diapers! It was an accident!"

"That's not what the sagging diaper around your waist tells me"