littlestrelief

[littlestrelief]

“My spidey senses are tingling!” whispered the boy to himself as he woke up next to 5 of his friends after their sleepover, each boy in superhero-themed pajamas.

He rubbed his eyes as he stood up, and immediately felt a sudden urge to pee, and before he could hold it back, a stream of pee shot into his already swollen diaper. The boy clenched hard, and managed to stop the flow of urine, and keep back his bladder from emptying further.

He thought about walking over to finish on the toilet like a big kid should, but he knew a dry big kid Goodnites pull-up was waiting for him in his bag anyway, and trusted his thick nighttime diaper had more room. And so, he let it rip, flooding his diaper so loudly - he noticed one of his friends in Star Wars pjs was not only awake, but looking up, and listening to his downpouring stream of pee being caught by his diaper and splashing around his boy parts. The other boy lifted his blanket revealing he was in nothing but a tee shirt, goodnites, and dirty pair of white socks with his pull-up also very saturated by this point, and winked at him in acknowledgment.

After finishing, the spiderman pj boy quietly untaped his diaper, slipped on the dry goodnite, and climbed back under the blanket with the Star Wars kid in his soggy goodnites, and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before closing his eyes to snuggle until the other boys woke up. The other boy whispered in his ear “hey, my spidey sense is tingling too!”.

[littlestrelief]

Underwear for Boys with Potty Problems

Opinion: Hanes and Fruit of the Loom only!

Boys who still wet their beds at night, and especially those who sometimes leak into their underwear during daytime, don’t get to own any expensive, “sexy”, grown-up underwear like fancy trunks or thongs.

Boys who wear Goodnites at bedtime, and especially those super soakers who need tape diapers, should only be allowed to wear the same kid-tested and mother-approved bleachable Hanes and Fruit of the Loom tighty whities underwear that most of America’s good boys wear around potty training. For decades, boys struggling to train have peed into their tighty whities, but it’s no problem for mom and her laundry bleach. Boys who poop into their briefs need to get that underwear thrown out, but the costs of either Hanes or Fruit of the Loom briefs being so cheap makes an occasional accident hardly an issue.

Bedwetters who pass as “cool” kids can only wear boxers as shorts if they are Hanes/FTL boxers AND they have got real tighty whities on underneath. Underneath it all, they are tighty whities boys trying to be big, even if they’re not quite so big!

There is no truer picture of an American boy struggling with potty training than a kid playing so hard outside that he forgets to use the potty, and helpless to stop it, starts wetting through his briefs and into his jeans… His bladder suddenly releasing his urine out of his urethra in a stream of warm yellow being fired right into his barely-absorbent white cotton briefs…. Then, gravity pulling his stream of pee all the way down his jeans and into his shoes; his pee staining his previously-white briefs and white socks bright yellow and not-so-well hidden by his blue jeans which are now drenched with have a massive dark zone of wet pee.

For some boys, potty training is a lifelong struggle, and as cute as they look in their pull-ups or diapers where they can forget about their bladder, the little tighty whities bulge of the boy with potty problems that works extra hard every day to stay dry is very special. When he gets big, he still has every justification to wear a pull-up, so his briefs bulge is specially earned - especially when he gets a long streak of keeping his underwear dry. But underneath it all, there’s always that thrill for his future girlfriend or boyfriend whenever they cuddle and brush past the tighty whities bulge, knowing it could become wet and yellow at any moment.

These boys wear Hanes and Fruit of the Loom tighty whities, and look great doing it, even when they don’t quite make it! To all the middles out there with potty problems that still try to keep their tighty whities white, I solute you!

[littlestrelief]

Up until this point it had just been subtle nuances. The slight wiff of a childlike fragrance, an underlying smell of stale urine, or his deliberate skipping of college PE class. But as Jonathons friends secretly entered his private dorm room next to the campus nurses quarters, with the intention of finding out more, the penny dropped.

Two things happened as Marcus, Robbie and Jess puzzled over the small corner bed decked out as a nappy changing table.

Firstly, and quite abruptly, an adjoining door swung open into the room catching Jess' foot limiting its opening range and effectively forming a division between the three friends and whoever was coming through the door.

Secondly, a naked body was thrust into the room and steered towards the bed.

"Come on Jonathon, let's get your nappy on and get you ready for bed. I've got your bottle warming but you can have milkies from my breast as a treat for being such a good boy in... Oh, who are you three?"

No more than a minute later Jonathon was laying on his back, legs in the air, his dummy in his mouth and his cheeks flushed crimson in embarrassment. While Robbie and Marcus had their phones out, having refused the nurses request to help out, Jess and the nurse were busy applying baby talc and taping Jonathon into the shamefully thick plastic nappy.

"Now if you're any kind of friends" the nurse began, "I'm sure Jonathon would appreciate you keeping his bedwetting problems between the five of us. After all, he's got another three years at college and his Step Mother give me strict instructions he's to be kept babied the entire time."

.

[littlestrelief]

Playing with the crawler in the nature is so much fun, that you don't have time for any other things. So it wasn't just the Landy that got wet and messy.💦💩🙈

Promise not to tell, we can change my diaper later, now the expedition must go on🤫

[littlestrelief]

As the baby boy appeared on FaceTime, he giggled and babbled, showing off his colorful diaper with pride. His fingers went into his mouth and sucked on the thumb, the soothing rhythm of sucking calming him. His handsome daddy watched his boy on the screen, while the boy cooed and smiled, making his tiny heart flutter. With a playful wiggle, he revealed his soggy diaper, the evidence of his recent bladder release, but he didn't care. His attention was wholly on the comforting presence of his daddy's energy. A soft sigh escaped around the edges of his pacifier, a little drool trickling down his chin as evidence of the constant spills he makes on his shirt. But he's forever Daddy's boy and content ❤️

[littlestrelief]

C est comme ça que vous serez au sec

[littlestrelief]

As Kevin stood on all fours at the edge of his bed, feeling his warm pee spreading to the back of his padding, he was thinking, "How did this happen? Why doesn't my body listen to me? I should resist!" His constant stream of thoughts was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Aww, is my baby boy making peepees in his cute baby diaper?" The guy was speaking to Kevin as if he were a toddler, emphasizing the word "baby." Then, he put his hand on the back of Kevin's diaper and squeezed the wet padding before continuing to talk.

"You're probably wondering what's going on right now. Let me explain while you can still understand me. My name is Tennet. Does that sound familiar to you? I hope so, because I can't forget the name of the guy who made my high school years miserable. I hated every day at school because of you. Even after we graduated, I still have nightmares where you beat me until I looked like a living meatball. I started seeing a psychiatrist to deal with my nightmares, and he introduced me to the world of hypnosis. He helped me overcome my fears, and when I mentioned you, he suggested that your aggressive behavior might stem from your childhood. That's when I got the idea to use hypnosis to give you a new, happy childhood."

"I'm glad you were excited when I told you about this. Oh, you probably don't remember because you were too busy sucking me off in front of your friends. You were so cute when you messed your white briefs and begged me to put you back in your baby diapers."

" Now, when I snap my fingers, you'll push out all of your big boy thoughts in your diaper and become as smart as a two-year-old baby."

With a snap of his fingers, Kevin began pushing. The warm mess spread around his bottom, as he forgot how to drive a car, do algebra, basic math, tie his shoes, read, and even use the potty.

Now, Kevin sat with a load in his diaper, thinking, "It's so warm. I love when it's warm and squishy, and the sound I make when I push my poopies is so funny." Then, he heard a hissing sound. "I love how peepees sound. I want Daddy to squish my diaper."

NOTICE: this picture is edited. If you are the owner of the picture you may ask me to take it down

[littlestrelief]

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, Adam and James made their way back home after a night out with friends. James, with his tall, muscular build and rugged good looks, had always been seen as the dominant one in their relationship. But as they entered the cozy confines of their apartment, it was clear that things were not always as they seemed.

James playfully nudged Adam as he heard whispers of admiration from their friends about his 'alpha' persona. Adam simply chuckled and patted James on the back, a knowing smile playing on his lips. It was only behind closed doors that their true dynamic revealed itself.

As James stripped off his clothes, revealing a large, soggy diaper with adorable childish prints, Adam couldn't help but chuckle. He checked the diaper, confirming it was indeed very wet, but the telltale signs of a messy diaper were still absent. He knew James would only be changed once he had fully used his diaper.

James, with his innocent gaze and soft features, looked up at Adam as his stomach let out a small gurgle. "Do you want your baba, little one?" Adam teased, to which James nodded eagerly. Adam ruffled his hair affectionately before heading to the kitchen to prepare a bottle for his little potty pants.

When he returned, he found James humping his soaked diaper on the bed, a look of pleasure and desperation on his face. Adam couldn't help but find the sight both pathetic and endearing. Stopping in his tracks, Adam watched as James reached his climax, a mix of moans and sighs escaping his lips. “Yeah, you are such a dom, best in topping your bed” Adam teased as he sat down beside James, patting his wet padding and feeling a little warm and mushy surprise within.

"Well, well, looks like someone made a stinky in their diapers too," Adam chuckled. But instead of changing him right away, he settled in to feed him the bottle, "I better prepare my nose for this," he joked to himself as he squished the messy diaper.

As James squirmed and wriggled, Adam couldn't help but smile at the sight of his 'dominant' partner reduced to a vulnerable, needy state. It was in these moments, when James let go of his inhibitions, that Adam saw him for who he truly was – his baby boy, in need of care and affection and currently a diaper change. Phew! 

NOTICE: this picture is edited. If you are the owner of the picture you may ask me to take it down.

[littlestrelief]

You was so proud of yourself, you finally made it to the urinals and can use the potty as the big boy you are! You put a hand on friends shoulder, he was sure you won't make it but you clearly proof him wrong. Your triumph thoughts got interrupted by your bros hand squishing you butt:

"Sorry to tell you, but I think you forgot one crucial step big guy" He smirked and continued to pee in his urinal. What does he mean, you thought than a warmth started to fill up your crouch with loud hissing sound. Your diaper was still on and you was wetting it right in front of strangers. "What! It can't be true, I clearly put it down! " You said out loud.

"Well, better luck next time, I guess" Your bro chuckled as he shook off his big dick and proceed to go and wash his hands.

You quickly started to put your pants on but the diaper got pretty bulged up by your pee and your pants struggled to fit, so you jumped a little bit and finally made it than you heard a couple younger guys laughing as they saw you jumping in your diaper, one of them even said it was cute. You felt your dick hardening and teared up a bit by the thought you liked it.

"Come on potty pants, we still have the rest of day ahead! " Your bro called and you quickly made your way out feeling your wet diaper rubbing against your tight jeans

Notice: This picture is edited. If you are the owner of the picture you may ask me to take it down

[littlestrelief]

Good boys who make their diapers super soaky deserve lots of rubs, right?

📸 @thediaperedhylian

[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]

internet find

Please donate if you like this blog/project and wish for it to continue in the same pace. Any donation is welcome. You can find a Paypal donation button on the page if you open the link in your browser: http://ares857.tumblr.com/ And keep tuned, more pics to come.

[littlestrelief]

All posts from me are to be taken as 18+ only and consentual between play partners.

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.

[littlestrelief]

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

[littlestrelief]

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!

[littlestrelief]

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 🫣*