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Super excited to try out this new diaper and be a little fireman!

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Since Tumblr is currently fighting me on posting right now I'll add part 2 of Uber Ride Regression

Uber Ride Regression Continuation

Mark stepped out of the taxi, glancing at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Damn, he was late. Again. His boss, Mr. Kramer, was going to rip him a new one. With a fresh shave and crisp suit, Mark usually looked sharp as hell, but today, none of that mattered. He tightened his grip on his briefcase and started walking briskly down the street toward his office building, the looming high-rise just a block away.

No time to waste.

As he powered down the sidewalk, his thoughts a blur of excuses and apologies he’d have to feed Mr. Kramer, something caught his eye. Just a few feet away, there was… no, that couldn’t be right… a grown man wandering aimlessly down the street in what looked like a black onesie. At first glance, he looked like a toddler with his babyish outfit, but he was definitely a full-grown adult. Mark blinked, his pace slowing for a second as the man waddled uncertainly, a soft, confused look in his eyes.

A strange tug pulled at Mark from deep inside, a weird instinct to help the guy. But he quickly shook his head and pressed on. *Not your problem*, he told himself. He was running late—**can’t afford to stop**. The briefcase in his hand felt like a lead weight, anchoring him to the world of responsibilities and real-life adult stuff.

He was just a few steps away from his office when he felt a light tug on his elbow. Mark spun around, irritated, ready to brush off whoever was stopping him.

It was the man in the onesie.

“Daddy?” the man said, looking up at Mark with wide, innocent eyes.

Something in Mark’s chest stirred, a strange softness overcoming the sharp edges of his mind. For a moment, everything else seemed to freeze—the office, the meeting, the angry boss. His heart warmed at the sight of the man looking up at him, so helpless, so… **adorable**.

But then reality kicked back in, and Mark’s heart raced. **You’re late! You’ve got no time for this!** He shook his head, trying to clear the fog.

“Sorry, kid, I’m not your daddy. I gotta go,” he muttered, swatting the guy’s hand off his arm and turning to walk away.

But then, the man’s voice stopped him again.

“Daddy, I need a diaper change,” the man—no, the **boy**—said, voice soft but needy.

Mark’s brain short-circuited. **A diaper?! This guy’s wearing a diaper?!** He whipped back around, ready to react with shock or confusion, but instead, the words caught in his throat. As his eyes fell on the boy’s bulging, sagging diaper beneath the onesie, a strange warmth flooded Mark’s chest again.

That’s… so… **cute**.

The boy stood there, his diaper clearly full, the smell now unmistakable. But instead of disgust, all Mark felt was an overwhelming need to care for him. To protect him. His face softened, and he found himself smiling despite everything, his posture loosening.

Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense in a way it didn’t before. Mark’s instincts—those long-buried feelings he didn’t even know existed—surfaced all at once. **This boy needs me**, he thought. **And I’m his daddy.**

Wait… **his daddy**?

The word echoed in Mark’s mind, swirling with a strange power. He blinked, trying to wrap his head around it. This wasn’t just some random guy. No, this was **his boy**. His sweet little diaper boy named Eric.

Eric.

Mark’s thoughts became jumbled, the confusion of his situation warring with the growing sense of purpose inside him. His body began to shift, muscles swelling, his clean-shaven face itching as a full, thick beard started to sprout across his jaw. Dark hair began to cover his chest and arms, and his once-perfectly tailored clothes strained against his growing frame.

Eric reached up, grabbing Mark’s hand and pulling it down, resting it against the front of his sagging diaper.

“It’s gonna be okay, Daddy,” Eric said softly, his innocent smile calming Mark’s racing mind. “You’re the best daddy out there.”

Mark’s head cleared instantly, like a fog had been lifted. **That’s right**, he thought, his hand instinctively sliding under the elastic of Eric’s diaper. **I am the best daddy. And my boy needs a change.**

Without a second thought, Mark slipped a finger inside the leg of the diaper, feeling the warmth and wetness inside. “Looks like my little boy’s soaked,” he said, his voice filled with affection. “Not sure how much longer this diaper can hold.”

He glanced around and spotted a small store nearby, taking Eric’s hand in his own. “Come on, buddy, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Leading Eric inside, Mark headed straight for the restroom and guided him into the family stall. His mind was oddly calm now, his purpose clear. The changing mat folded out from the wall, and Mark effortlessly lifted Eric onto it, laying him down with ease.

As he unsnapped the onesie and lifted it past Eric’s belly button, he couldn’t help but blow a loud raspberry on his boy’s stomach, causing Eric to giggle uncontrollably. Mark grinned, his heart swelling with pride at the sound of his boy’s laughter.

“You’re such a stinky boy,” Mark teased, rubbing Eric’s hair as he untaped the soiled diaper and lowered it. He reached into his briefcase… wait, his **diaper bag**… pulling out wipes, powder, and a fresh diaper. Mark’s briefcase quickly morphed into a large diaper bag full of all supplies needed for changes.

It all made sense now. Of course he carried changing supplies around in a diaper bag. Daddies were always prepared. Always ready to take care of their little ones.

Mark wiped Eric clean with practiced precision, tossing the used diaper in the trash and sliding a fresh one underneath him. He sprinkled powder generously, sealing it with a loving pat before taping it snugly around Eric’s waist.

“There we go, all better,” Mark said, planting a soft kiss on Eric’s belly and then forehead. He snapped the onesie back up and lifted Eric down from the changing table, placing him on the ground.

Mark grabbed his diaper bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he took Eric’s hand again. Together, they left the store, walking down the street, a daddy and his diaper boy.

Mark didn’t give work a second thought.

He had something far more important now.

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Forgot to label my last post as mature so it's been blocked. Sorry for the gap in diaper content!

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Do you need. Daddy

Yes! I would love a daddy. Even though I suspect you might be AI 😅. Crazy the amount of AI on Tumblr these days.

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Sometimes you're made for diapers.

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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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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!