littlestrelief

[littlestrelief]

“Hi,” I say, looking up from my book as he walks up the flagstone path to the garden bench where I’m sitting. “What’s up, baby? Did you need to go potty?”

“Um, can you give me something to do, please?” he asks, clasping his hands together and stretching out his arms.

“Ohh, you’re feeling restless again?” I close my book and set it on my lap.

“Uh-huh,” he says, shifting his feet.

“You kind of look like you need to go to the bathroom to me. Do you need me to take you inside?”

“Noo,” he says.

“You aren’t just saying that because it’s nice out and you want to stay outside with me, are you?”

“Uh-uh. I don’t need to go yet.”

“Whatever you say.” I’m very skeptical that this is true. He’s been doing this a lot lately. I think he likes it when I catch him in wet pants, completely soaked through his pull-ups. “Okay, you want a job?”

“Yes.” He’s so pretty standing over me with the sun behind him, lighting the edges of his hair.

“How about you…why don’t you pick some flowers for me,” I say, tapping my chin with my fingers. “Make me a rainbow bouquet. At least one flower for every color in the rainbow.”

“Okay!” He starts to turn around, scanning the flower beds.

“Uh-uh-uh, not yet. One kiss first.”

He smiles and squirms a little, leaning down to kiss me quickly on the lips. “Good, honey. Now go on and pick me a bouquet.”

He turns away from me and I can see that he accidentally tucked his sweater into the white waistband of his pull-up. It’s a good thing it’s only us and the bees and birds and butterflies back here. I open up my book again and pretend to read, but I’m really watching him wander between the flowers, stopping every so often to examine them.

“Does white count?” he calls from the big bush of white daisies.

“No, baby,” I say. “I want reds and oranges and yellows and that kind of thing.”

“Okay!” He leans down to pick a red geranium. And then he reaches up for an orange Mexican sunflower. He squats down again. “There’s a lot of bugs over here!”

“That’s nice, honey.”

He stays in his squat position, reaching across for a yellow French marigold.

“You aren’t going pee in your pull-up, are you?”

“Nooo!” He stands up quickly, dusting off his pants.

“Okay, just checking.”

He disappears down the steps to the lower part of the garden and I go back to reading. Just a few minutes later, I hear soft footsteps and a shadow falls over me. I look up to see him, holding the little bouquet loosely in his hand.

“I can’t find a green flower,” he says.

“Go out to the front and check the hydrangea bushes,” I tell him. He starts to turn around and I reach out and catch his waist. “Let me do a pull-up check first.”

He whines and tries to squirm away from me but I pull him towards me by his belt loops and unzip his fly. “Ohh, you went a little bit, didn’t you?” I ask, pressing my hand against his padding.

“Stoppp,” he says, twisting away. “No I didn’t!”

“It doesn’t feel like that to me,” I say. “Don’t go pee again until you’ve finished the bouquet, okay? Otherwise you’re going to have wet pants again, and we don’t want that, do we?”

“No,” he says quietly.

“Okay, run along now,” I tell him. “And zip up your pants before you do.”

He disappears down the path and around the side of the house to check the hydrangea bushes and I go back to reading.

“I got it!”

I look up again. He hands me the bouquet, beaming. “Wow, that didn’t take you very long, did it? Let me check your work.” I sort through the flowers in my hand. “Red cosmo, good. Orange Mexican sunflower. Ohh, French marigold. That one smells good. And you found the hydrangea! Blue iris…and a purple dark purple scabiosa. Did you know that’s my favorite one?”

He nods vigorously. “I remember. That’s why I got it.”

I reach up and tuck the scabiosa behind his ear. “Good job. I’ll put these in a vase in a second. Do you want another job?”

“Yes!”

“Okay.” I reach into my pocket and find my little sketchbook and pencil. “I want you to draw some birds for me,” I say. “How about five birds? Does that sound okay?”

“Uh-huh,” he says, taking the sketchbook and pencil from me. He turns around and studies the yard, spotting a bird up in the apple tree and hurrying over. I stand up to go put the flowers in a vase inside.

As I’m setting the vase on the kitchen table, I hear the screen door open. “Did you finish the birds, honey?”

“I got them all,” he says. “Um, but also…”

“Ohh, wet pants *again*?” I ask as I turn around to look at him. “Honey, I told you not to go again.”

“I couldn’t hold it,” he says quietly.

“We’ll take care of it in a second,” I tell him. “Show me your birds first.”

He shows me, but he’s less excited now, even when I try to get him to talk about his drawings. “Those are really good. Do you want a change, though? You’re getting a little fidgety.”

“Yes…” he says quietly.

“Okay,” I say, rubbing his back. “Let’s go to the bathroom, okay? Follow me.”

In the bathroom I ask him again if he really couldn’t hold it. “I told you to tell me if you needed to go, remember?”

“Yeahh,” he says, twisting away from me again.

“And you didn’t tell me, did you?”

“No…” he says. “But I…I didn’t really know I needed to go! I didn’t notice! I just, um, I just leaked a little bit when I was doing my sketches…”

“Right,” I say. “And you didn’t mean to fib, either, when I asked you if you were going pee, did you?”

“Um…”

“Help me get your new pull-up on. And then we’re going out to the couch.”

“Ohh, are we going to take a nap?”

“Nope,” I say sternly, pulling the pull-up up to his waist. “You’re getting a spanking. And no fun tonight.”

“That’s not faaair!”

“Chsst, chsst. Do you want more punishments?”

“No,” he says as he pulls his pants up.

“Then be a good boy, and come out to the living room with me.” I grab his hand and he follows me out of the bathroom, head down in defeat.

[littlestrelief]

i really wish i was a bedwetter. just wake up all soggy and wet and embarassed every single morning. and watch my daytime potty training slowly go bye bye as i get more in more dependent on diapers 🤭🤭🤭

[littlestrelief]

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Hear me out. Imagine just telling a little one that theres no more bathroom until bedtime since dinner is being made, and they think they're big enough for panties/undies and actually are wearing them.

Now, this might not be an issue if their bedtime and dinner are close together. But say if dinner is at 6 and their bedtime is at 9? Or worse yet and farther apart. Oh, the consequences of when they fail before bedtime.

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Once a week you get a couple of hours to yourself when your roomates are out of the apartment, in which you are safe from prying eyes to do your own huh... private business. You always make sure to be done and stash everything back before your time is up.

Except this time you got a little too relaxed, a little too deep in your comfort. You (adorably) fell asleep on the couch, missed all your alarms and even ignored the sound of the keys on the door.

And that's how they find you, snapping a quick picture to remember this moment by before waking the baby. All images in this post were AI generated

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This is from Diaperboy, an AI-generated digital popstar, singing fun songs his creator wrote for the #ABDL community. He loves to play and make new friends. He hopes his music brings a smile to your face and feels relatable to you!

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One minute, you're lying in your bed, minding your business, and them BAM, the sog monster attacks without you even knowing it...

By the time you've noticed, it's too late. Your diaper is soaked, and it's over. That potty chart has no purpose for you anymore. It's best to just throw it away for good.

*totally not based on true events 🫣*

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Baby showing off how well he eats his baby food (it’s not nearly so easy to get him to eat it when he doesn’t have an audience!). -Daddy

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The difference between a boy and a real man is unmistakable when you get to compare the two up close, but you'll still find some boys out there thinking themselves on the latter group. The best way to get them to learn the difference is putting them back where they really belong: in diapers

All images in this post were AI generated

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"But I don't need diapers!"

You say it with a whine, kick, and a pout. With all the conviction you can stir up in that meek voice of yours. As if saying it with more force will somehow make it more true. Fake it 'til you make it, right? Except that hasn't worked for you so far.

Daddy rolls his eyes at you. "You do need them, kiddo. Or have you forgotten about all those accidents you've been having?"

"I haven't had any accidents!" Your cheeks burn, but you insist on trudging down this course of argumentation, even if that means you won't be going gently. No, you'll go kicking and screaming, like a child having a fit and throwing a temper tantrum.

But Daddy sees through your false bravado. He stands there, smirking at you, as if he already knows every word you're about to say before even you do. "Oh really? Then who's been wetting your bed every night lately?" He points to a pile of your wet sheets on the kitchen floor, stinking of urine and begging to be washed.

"I... I..." You tighten your fists and stomp your feet. The anger boils up inside you, building and building, until it's ready to overflow.

"Aww, what's the matter? The little baby can't find the words? Or are you just out of excuses, kiddo? Go ahead, tell me how that pile of wet sheets isn't your fault. Or tell me how you've had six daytime accidents in the last four days. Come on, Daddy wants to hear it."

"Daddyyyyyyyy!" You let out the longest whine, a release from all the tension building up within you. But right as you let out your frustration, something else releases too. Your stomach cramps, forcing you to hunch over. Before you know it, a warm wetness is spreading over your crotch and flowing down your pants, followed by another sensation. The backside of your pants filling up as you helplessly huff and push out a big mess in your undies.

Daddy watches you, folding his arms and tapping his foot. You stand there, too afraid to look him in the eyes, but you can feel his glare all over you, interrogating every inch of your body. His eyes burn a hole in that shield of a facade you've been putting up, and once your pee stops trickling, and you've made your last push into your pants, the sudden, immense relief sends you falling to your knees.

Daddy walks over to you and rests a hand on your shoulder in a comforting pat. "There there, honey. Don't fret. You just proved what a little pants filler you are, so now we can skip the theatrics and go back to getting you in a diaper, right where you belong."

[littlestrelief]

I want to slowly unpotty train you.

Disclaimer: All content is fictional, consensual, and intended only for mature audiences. All characters depicted are adults aged 18+ _

I want to slowly unpotty train you. I’d start by having you wear pull-ups at night beneath your jammies. You’d be so comfy, snuggled up beneath the covers with Daddy’s arms wrapped around you. I’d give you soft pats on your padded bottom and make you feel so at ease. I’d gently encourage you to wet them. That's what they're for, after all. And before too long you’d be wetting then every night.

I’d convince you to wear them during long car rides, just in case you fall asleep or can’t hold it quite long enough to make it to the potty on time. But then I’d make sure not to stop until after you’d had an accident. Then I’d gradually have you start wearing them more and more often during the day, like when we’re out shopping. I’d make sure to keep us busy so there’s no time for bathroom breaks. Besides, you don’t really want to use those nasty public bathrooms, do you? Using the protection under your pants is a much better option.

You’d be wearing pull-ups almost all the time. And most mornings, you’d wake up unsure whether or not you had wet during your sleep. Until over time, more and more often you’d wake up with a leaky pull-up and soaking wet sheets beneath your bottom. I’d put you back in thick, crinkly diapers, because the pull-ups just aren’t enough to hold your accidents anymore.

You’d be in diapers every night and pull-ups during the day, until I pointed out how much you love your diapers. How safe and swaddled they make you feel. I’d tell you Daddy loves you in diapers too, and I’d start putting you in then during the day as well. You’d let little leaks out here and there until you barely noticed when you were wetting anymore.

Soon enough, you wouldn’t have any control left at all. You’d helplessly fill your diapers wherever we are, even in public and in front of friends, family, and strangers. And you’d just grow more and more embarrassed, and more and more dependent on Daddy’s kindness and care. You’d grow to love your diapers until you were nothing more than the helpless, thumb-sucking little diaper baby you’d always secretly wanted to be. _

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What would a little one be without his daddy?

You have to face the obvious: only daddy knows what is good for his little one. Thickness, diaper pattern and activities.

To accept it, you must display it.

I love Daddy.

My brother will surely not say otherwise.

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Oh, you have to go little one?

It’s okay baby, mommy put you in your diaper for a reason.

You don’t want to use your diaper?

But honey, you’re too little to use the potty! Babies like you go peepee in their diaper.

It’s okay, mommy will change you after you go.

Look at me baby. Be good for mommy. You keep your eyes on me and you fill your diaper like mommy says.

Don’t look away. That’s it baby…

Are you filling your diaper for me? It feels so good doesn’t it, sweat pea? Look at that squishy diaper you filled for me, you’re so good for mommy!

Lay down now, mommy is going to put you in a fresh diaper.

You want to use the potty next time?

Baby, mommy already told you you’re too little for that! You belong in diapers. And mommy will make sure to keep you in them.

[littlestrelief]

“Come here and look daddy!” You heard your once 21 year old grown son babble from upstairs. He was once on the path towards independence and a great adult life when everything changed. He was at a party and had drank something that had been laced with mind regression drugs. His drink had been laced with enough to transform his adult man mind into that of a 2 year old toddler. Him and everyone else at that party had been given drugs to reduce them to little toddlers. Now his grown son who had been engaged and about to graduate college with honors was back in diapers and needing his daddy to change him, feed him, bathe him, and do all the things a baby needs done. You went upstairs and he was all giggly and squirmy as he wanted to show the presents he had left in his diaper for you. He had wet and messed his diaper. But all you could do was chuckle and start getting him all cleaned up for bed since he was now your baby boy again.

[littlestrelief]

does anyone have advice on how to become a bedwetter again? nowadays i keep waking up in the middle of the night to pee. would really like to stop waking up and to start letting go while asleep

[littlestrelief]

Something in you has changed

Something in you has changed. 

If before you wanted to conquer it all, to be on top, to lead, to express yourself whenever and wherever, these days you want the opposite, you need the opposite. 

You want to be conquered, you want to bottom, to be led, to be silenced whenever and wherever. These days you despise the opposite, you need this. 

You wanted someone to raise, to show him the ropes. Now you want to be raised, to be tied up with ropes. 

You wanted your raging cock to be dangling around in revealing boxer shorts. Now you want your soft penis to be tucked inside a thick diaper.  You wanted people to notice your cock’s silhouette. Now you want them to notice your diaper’s bulge. 

You wanted to fill holes.  Now you want your holes to be filled.  You wanted to clean up messes.  Now you want to make messes.  You wanted to give a hand.  Now you want to give head. 

It wasn't a quick change, most aren't. Changes have become a part of your everyday routine. 

Keep on reading ABDL content.  Ride your imagination, see yourself in it.  Don't rush it if you feel overwhelmed, you can crawl or do baby steps.