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Diaper butt 🍑🥰

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Careful what you wish for~

We had been meeting on the weekends, sharing secrets and desires over glasses of wine, the warm glow of the room fading the boundaries between us. Each laugh drew you closer, the couch becoming a shrinking island in the sea of our confessions.

One night, after too much wine, you agreed to sleep in the guest room. I guided you into the dim light, your eyes heavy, the alcohol blurring your senses. I tucked you in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, an almost wicked smile finding on my lips as I turned off the light.

Morning came with cheerful birds chirping the dawn's arrival, but as you stirred, something felt wrong—alien. Groggy, you rubbed your eyes, only to realize your hands were encased in soft mittens. Panic gripped you as you sat up, the bed crinkling and squelching beneath you.

The room was unnaturally cheerful. A changing table loomed in the corner, its white wood and pastel pink upholstery mocking your confusion. Beneath it, stacks of thick diapers taunted you, clearly far too large for any infant. A rocking horse and a toy chest sat against the wall, all in that unsettling color scheme.

It hit you with horrifying clarity: you were in a crib meant for an adult. The tall white bars loomed above you, trapping you. You glanced down, dread pooling in your stomach. You were dressed in a black and pink onesie, emblazoned with “I ❤️ Mommy.” The thick padding between your legs, the unmistakable weight and warmth of a very used diaper, sent your heart racing.

As reality sank in, the cheerful chirping outside twisted into a mocking chorus. The comfortable warmth of last night had transformed into a nightmare, and the echo of my laughter lingered on your mind.

Then a voice broke your train of thought,

"Good morning baby girl, Mommy is so happy to have you home now."

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He molded me into the sweet baby girl he always wanted...

Sure I'm unpotty-trained.... Of course I have messy accidents.... You bet I still need bottle fed and naps twice a day....

But Dada says I'm his good little girl..... and that's all the matters...right???

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Nurse's Playtime

The corridors of the hospital stretched out before the Nurse, bathed in the eerie glow from the dim overhead lights. Her freshly polished heels clicked on the tile floor, shattering the stillness with each step. A cloying, saccharine scent—flowery and stale, reminiscent of faded childhood dreams—hung heavy in the air.

Her crisp, black nurses uniform, pristine and pressed, stood out against the gloom that permeated the corridor. In her hand, she clutched a heavy key ring laden with countless keys, to the asylum's many dozens if not hundreds of rooms.

At the end of her path lay Room 008, its heavily reinforced door bearing only a simple plaque for distinction. She hesitated briefly before reaching out, her hand hovering over the cold metal handle as if sensing the weight of unseen eyes watching her every move. Suppressing a shiver, she turned the key and pushed open the door, stepping inside before quickly shutting it behind her.

The room was stark, its two adult-sized cribs pressed against the back wall. Their clean white wooden frames contrasted with the pastel pink bedding, each crib equipped with mounting points for restraints - a testament to the institution's desire to strip away dignity. Against the left wall, an adult changing table dominated the space, its intricate patterns hinting at a past grandeur now lost beneath layers of institutional use. Beneath the table, shelves groaned under the weight of thick diapers, clearly too large for an infant. Many displayed childish prints, while others were simply colorful. One shelf was entirely dedicated to white diapers adorned with the Asylum's crest. Every necessary item was neatly organized: wipes and creams, lotions and powders, all readily available for the patients' changes.

The Nurse's gaze was inexorably drawn towards the discipline cabinet, looming tall and innocuous in its pastel pink and white facade, any rational individual confined here would know to dread its presence. The cabinet loomed from floor-to-ceiling, its cute facade belying the arsenal of sinister tools it held within. Behind those doors lay an assortment of spanking implements—paddles and crops, whips and tawses—each one meticulously crafted specifically for the Asylum. On the shelves within there were bottles of suppositories and laxatives, enema bags, and other medical tools designed to administer a mixture of delicious punishment and comfort to the patients. Behind a locked cage, an array of sedatives and aphrodisiacs awaited, including specialty medications formulated by the Asylum to dull minds and make them more susceptible to hypnosis and other manipulations.

Beside it stood a St. Andrews cross, meticulously crafted from white wood and polished to a high sheen. Pastel pink padding softened its harsh edges, while six restraining points – two at the top, two in the middle, and two at the bottom – beckoned for a new captive, their leather straps laying open.

Placed next to the cross, an IV stand stood as if waiting for its next patient, with an enema bag hung on one hook and a bag of saline solution dangling from another - tools to disarm, infantilize, and strip away independence.

Standing in the middle of the space; a full-sized rocking horse stood tall. The saddle's padding was the same pastel pink as the rest of the room's accents, containing a powerful vibrator built into it. At the neck of the horse, a port was present for a feeding gag to be attached. An internal pump would activate when it was connected, forcing the user to rock themselves or be met with a mouthful of laxative filled glop.

The nurse's gaze lingered on Patient 0068, nestled within one of the cribs. Her eyes traced the girl's form - she was of average height and weight for a girl in her twenties, with delicate features that seemed incongruous in this setting. Pale skin stretched taut over prominent cheekbones, while long, dark lashes cast shadows upon cheeks flushed from sleep or perhaps something more. Her nighttime diaper, once pristine white, now bore the signs of extensive use - a testament to her training at the Asylum.

As the nurse watched, 0068 shifted slightly in her sleep, her breathing steady and even, blissfully unaware of the intense, dark impulses stirring within the Nurse.

Turning and walking over to the changing table, the Nurse stripped off her skirt and tossed it in the laundry hamper. An assortment of diapers awaited her - thick, disposable diapers in various colors and prints arranged in rows. She traced the edge of the changing table, selecting a glossy white diaper with a red pentagram on its front panel, the Asylum's special diapers. Unlocking the discipline cabinet, she retrieved a fleet enema, and placed it on the edge of the table.

Climbing onto the changing table, she positioned herself on all fours, her lacy black panties sliding down her thighs before tossing them to the floor. She watched them fall to the floor before her fingers explored between her legs.

She gasped at the first touch, her clit already engorged and sensitive, yearning for more. Her hips shifted, grinding against her hand as she began to touch herself; long, slow strokes began as she ground against her hand, intent on kindling the fire within her. The cool air of the ward room caressed her bare pussy, a stark contrast to the heat building inside of her.

Pausing her ministrations, she removed the cap from the fleet enema and pressed its tip against her anus. Taking a deep breath, she slowly inserted it, feeling strange yet not unpleasant sensations. She squeezed the plastic bottle, feeling the cold saline fill her body, creating a pressure that sent shivers down her spine.

Clenching her lower lip between her teeth, she squeezed the plastic bottle of the enema, feeling the cold saline fill her body. The sensation was intense: a pressure building with each wave of fluid, a strange intimacy that left her feeling simultaneously vulnerable and empowered.

Having administered the enema and cleaned herself somewhat, the Nurse lay on her back atop the cold changing table, shuddering at its touch. She lifted her hips, bending her knees and letting her feet rest upon the table's edge.

She clutched the thick diaper in both hands, tracing its buttery-smooth plastic surface with two fingers. Each of the special white diapers were specially produced for the Asylum, imbued with an aphrodisiac that would be slowly released into her body through intimate contact with their fluffy interiors.

She retrieved a small bottle of powder, shaking some onto the diaper's absorbent core. The subtle scent of lavender filled the air as she gently rubbed the powder into the fabric with her fingertips, ensuring even coverage to help prevent irritation and keep her skin dry.

Positioning the diaper beneath herself, the Nurse mentally prepared for the task ahead. She pinched the back waistband between her thumb and index finger, adjusting its position and feeling the soft material that would soon secure her plastic prison snugly against her body. Next, she grabbed a tube of diaper rash cream from the table's edge. Squeezing a small amount onto her index finger, she carefully applied it in a thin layer to her labia, inner thighs, and buttocks. The cool, slightly sticky sensation made her self proclaimed "princess parts" throb with anticipation.

She gripped the edges of the front panel of the diaper and stretched it taut over her trembling pussy, its waistband snug against her abdomen just below her navel. Carefully, she peeled back one of the bottom tapes and anchored it firmly at an upward angle. She repeated this process on the other side before securing the top two tapes at a downward angle, soon admiring the flawless tape job - a testament to years of practice done in private.

With her new diaper secured around her hips, the Nurse concentrated on perfecting its fit. She lifted her back slightly from the table, sliding her hands beneath the material at her waist. With meticulous care, she began to smooth the plastic taut, ensuring it lay flat and snug against her body, free of any wrinkles or folds.

She lifted each leg in turn, inspecting for any bunches or twists in the material. With careful adjustments to the leg gatherers, she ensured they were properly positioned and lay flat against her skin. Satisfied with the fit around her hips, she gave herself a gentle pat on the front panel of her diaper, grinning as she felt the soft padding beneath her bottom.

She approached Patient 0068's crib with measured steps, her heels clicking softly on the carpeted floor, a sound that seemed to punctuate her determination. She paused briefly at the foot of the crib, one hand resting on the sturdy wooden railing encircling it before lowering it, ready to claim what was now hers by right - an eager plaything to satisfy her every desire.

Positioning herself at the head of the crib, the Nurse felt her heart rate quicken as anticipation surged through her veins like liquid fire. She inhaled deeply, drawing in the unique blend of scents that permeated the ward room: the faint antiseptic tang of cleaning products, the underlying musk of well-used night-time diapers, and the slightly sweet, slightly floral note of the powder used in every patient's diapers.

Climbing into the crib, she carefully positioned herself above 0068's head, her thighs straddling either side of the sleeping girl's face. Her hands rested on either side of 0068's hips as she pressed her diaper-covered pussy against the girl's face, feeling the soft give of flesh beneath the thick padding. The Nurse could feel the warmth of the girl's breath through the thick padding, a hard contrast to the coolness of the crib mattress beneath them.

The nurse had such a plan to enact, and she wasted no time in putting it into motion. She ground down hard against 0068's face, feeling the soft give of flesh beneath her diaper-clad pussy. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through her, and she reveled in the deviancy of the act. With deliberate, measured motions, she began to rub herself against 0068's face in earnest, seeking to stimulate her own clit through the thick plastic of her diaper. She could feel the heat building within her, a fire that threatened to consume her whole being. Her hips shifted, grinding in rhythm with her touch as she became increasingly lost in sensation.

Her rhythm grew more consistent as she sought to stimulate 0068's clit through the thick padding and plastic. She wanted - no, needed - to feel the power of giving and taking pleasure in equal measure. With each passing moment, the Nurse became acutely aware of every detail: the subtle give of 0068's muscles beneath her, the faint scent of arousal mingling with the musk of her soiled diapers, and the warmth of their shared body heat radiating through the thick padding.

Leaning in, she pressed her cheek against the well-used nighttime diaper still clinging to 0068's hips. The heat of the girl's body radiated through the thick padding and plastic, sending a heady rush coursing through her veins. Her pulse quickened as she became acutely aware of every detail – the buttery smooth texture of the diaper against her skin, the subtle give of 0068's muscles beneath her, and the faint scent of arousal mingling with the musk of her soiled diapers.

Even as she became lost in the moment, she remained acutely focused on her purpose. She could feel the tension mounting within 0068's body, sensing the girl's impending release like a gathering storm. And as that storm crested, so too would they - together.

As 0068's body began to tense on the rapid climb towards release, the Nurse let out a soft, pleasured moan. Her voice barely above a whisper, she commanded, "Cum for me, little one," her breath hot against the girl's diaper. "I want to feel you cum in your filthy, mushy diapers."

Her words sent a shiver down 0068's spine, causing gooseflesh to spring up across her body. She smiled, a slow, predatory curve of her lips that spoke volumes about her intent.

With deliberate intent, the Nurse released her enema, waves of warm mush rushing out to stain her diaper slightly as she pressed it firmly against 0068's face. She could feel the waves of pleasure racking her body with each audible squelch and blort as she filled her plastic prison, a sensation that threatened to consume her whole being. The sensation was almost overwhelming - a combination of intense pleasure and primal satisfaction that threatened to consume her.

As 0068 cried out, her voice muffled by the Nurse's padded pussy, she came hard against her. She could feel the girl's muscles clenching, her body writhing both to escape and seek more, even as it was overwhelmed by sensation. She held on tight, grinding down harder still, feeling 0068's orgasm pulsate through the plastic of her diaper.

Their release was explosive, the culmination of months of pent-up edging finally finding an outlet. The Nurse could feel her muscles tightening, her whole body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body as she rode out her climax.

As she pulled back, her body still trembling from aftershocks, the Nurse looked down at 0068. The girl's eyes were open now, gazing up at her with a mix of fear and awe. She could feel it too - that overwhelming sense of bliss that threatened to shatter her very core. In that moment, she experienced a power unlike any other, not the cold clinical control of an Asylum nurse, but something primal and all-consuming.

In the aftermath, the Nurse carefully climbed out of the crib and raised the railing back into place before stepping away. As she walked away, leaving the girl to recover in the aftermath of their passion, a small smile played at the corners of her mouth. The cold silence embraced her once more as she made her way back down the hospital corridor, her padded rear swaying gently. She knew this was merely the beginning.

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Bringing you to your high school reunion with a deep blush and pronounced waddle.

“No one will notice, sweet one. People only pay attention to themselves.”

Patting your (currently) dry diaper on the way in, giggling at the hollow thump.

“As long as you don’t let the suppository win, babydoll.”

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i was instructed to wear locking clothes each night.

this special jumper zips-up in the back and then can be locked with a timer (usually set to 8hr - you can see it next to my ponytail). they are then impossible to remove. this protects my protection from any fiddling, there's zero access.

here's how it looks in the morning - pretty obvious what's happened overnight. 🙈

sometimes, if i get up early or go to bed late, the jumper remains locked and i have to start my day anyway...

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You didn't complain when I asked you to start calling me mommy. Or when I starting putting you to bed early. Or when I began dressing you. Or cutting up your food.

What makes you think you can say no to mommy now? Put on the diaper, love. It's time for bed.

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I love to play with my stuffed animal 🧸 when my diaper is full 💦🙈

More content on my JFF! 💦

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What a little explorer! Crawling her way through the jungle of foxglove. Be careful not to touch though baby! We don’t want you getting an ouchie. Don’t worry though, I’m sure we’ll need to get you inside for changies soon enough…

*photo courtesy of TeddyBearWithMe*

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I'm thinking a lot about psychward forced regression. Some doctor making sure you're all padded up, paci gagged, and straitjacketed while you're forced to watch baby shows.

Maybe there's some subliminal messages to make you more baby brained and you're so bored all you can do is watch.

You try to escape and an orderly needs to spank you and report your naughty behavior to the doctor.

The doctor praises you when they let you out of your bondage and you struggle with simple math questions.

Maybe after a few weeks of treatment you genuinely mess up on the shape sorter. Done in mitts of course.

It's not your choice to be so baby brained. Might as well just give in. Isn't it easier?

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A pretty little kitty named @lolaandthens0me came to curl up by the fire on this first chilly night of the year, and take herself a sweet little cat nap.

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As someone who's worn a boosted Megamax in public before with people not noticing, I can assure you – you can get away with far thicker diapers than your self-conscious mind thinks! And even if someone notices… well, they'll just assume you're incontinent.

Which might not be so far from the truth, if you keep it up day after day… 😁

how much padding do you think i can wear to class without anyone knowing?

i have this fantasy of wearing thicker and thicker padding out everyday until all i can do is awkwardly waddle down the hall with a huge diaper bulge straining my jeans, just blatantly obvious i’m diapered.

i start out with a pull-up, then add a booster to it the next day. halfway through the week i graduate to diapers, thin ones all the way up to a thick abdl one. just the thrill of trying to hide a double abdl diaper in public? i’d probably end up just helplessly humping it in the back of class. if by some miracle or just dumb ignorance no one notices? i keep going thicker. three abdl diapers and a few stuffers later it might seriously be faster to crawl to class rather than my toddler waddle.

i’d never do it of course, consent wouldn’t really be possible, but the fantasy has me humping my diaper every night 🤤

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Daddy...you cannot be serious

You're funny little one. Now let's go.

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You asked for this, sweetie.

You were the one who asked for training panties, remember? Early this morning, when Daddy told you about his friends coming over for the holiday party? Oh, how you pouted! You even threw your stuffie and spit our your paci. And believe me, when my little Maggie actually drops those, Daddy knows something's wrong.

Except it wasn't. Not really.

"Aww, Daddy – I'm not a baby! I can be a big girl!" Those were your exact words, babydoll. Words which Daddy couldn't help but smile at. Especially since they were coming from the bratty mouth of a young woman, lying prone on her crinkling bed with splayed legs, while her Daddy-hubbie wiped the nightly sheen of urine from her smooth-shaven crotch.

Not a baby? Oh, sweetie. You wish, perhaps. But that loaded diaper pail in the corner begs to differ. So do those stacks of fresh diapers and boosters and plastic pants filling half of your entire dresser. So does the pacifier you unthinkingly accepted into your mouth from Daddy's hand not a minute later. And so does the very air of your room, filled as it is with the powdery scent of lotion and talcum and the faintest whiff of bodily waste.

You're a baby in everything but mind, sweetie. And let's be honest: Daddy knows that's exactly how you want it, deep down.

So Daddy didn't pay you the slightest mind. He's learned well how to avoid your bratty kicks, to maneuver those booster-filled diapers underneath your squirming bum. He knows the low octave of command, the stern clipping of syllables needed to make you whimper down into pacified, doubtful-eyed submission.

And yes. He also knows how sweetly gullible you are. Which is why he sweetly promised you as he worked that he'd let you wear your training pants to the party.

So on they went: those two MegaMax diapers, each stuffed with their own bulk-adding, thirsty booster. It gave Daddy such a quiet thrill, seeing you reach down those trembling bare fingers between your splayed legs to touch their massive bulk. Oh, those adorable eyes of yours! Widening above your dummy-filled mouth… filling with fear and shame… dropping down to take in the massive, glossy bulge of infantile shame forcing apart your thighs…

"Almost perfect." That's what Daddy said, and that's what Daddy meant. But almost isn't good enough – not for your Daddy. He knew there was something missing, even after he pulled your cotton T-shirt over your head and down to cover your petite breasts. And it was this special something that would put his darling little Maggie's outfit over the top.

"Where are you going, little Waddle-Butt? Come here. Daddy promised you something, don't you remember?"

Oh, the look on your face when you turned back and saw Daddy, holding out those girly training panties you'd begged so hard to wear! There he knelt on the carpet, holding them open expectantly. He was inviting you to take your waddling steps forward, to raise one clumsy bare foot, to slide your naked leg through, down into that thickly padded cotton mockery of underwear…

You shuddered. You glanced into Daddy's eyes and saw the sadistic twinkle. You saw, too, the set of his jaw, the determination he had to tolerate no resistance. And so, you gulped. You lifted one leg, and then the other.

And oh, how Daddy cooed and cheered as he tugged them on! How his low voice rumbled in your ear as that padded cotton jerked upward, straining and stretching over the balloon-like bulk of your babyish butt! He was soothing you, congratulating you, telling you what a good idea it was for you to wear your training panties. They looked so cute, after all. So adorable. So exactly like what a baby princess should wear.

Yes, that's what Daddy told you. What he didn't tell you was how his breath caught upon seeing your wondering gaze. How his groin twitched and ached as you tugged the pacifier free from your rosy, glistening mouth to protest. How his hungry eyes followed your soft, shaking hand as it slid down, down, down over the humiliating bulge of your now even more swollen and babyish rump. How his entire being shivered with longing at the sight of you: his partner, aghast and mortified at the dawning realization of what Daddy has given her.

Because he'd given you exactly what you'd asked for. He hadn't lied. He'd merely exercised his grown-up discretion in the most delightfully sadistic of ways. Sure, as his darling you could beg and plead to wear what you thought would be more discreet. But Daddy will do everything in his power to make sure you knew your place. You're the baby in this relationship, after all. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

In fact, Daddy will make it crystal-clear once more. Feel his hand now, dropping firm and comforting onto your shoulder. Here is his soft whisper in your ear: warm with masculine amusement, but not nearly loud enough to drown out the sound of the ringing doorbell and the burst of his friends' laughter outside.

"Sweetie, don't worry. You look simply… perfect."

Image Credit: ABDreams.com

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Let's do this! 😁

okay def don’t see this gaining traction but i’m a college student going on break and it’s the perfect opportunity to maybe pad up some more sooooo for some encouragement:

abdl notes challenge!

stops counting dec 16th and all goals met last through jan 12th

(edit: meanie pants dom made me add more goals to help with my “unpotty training” 😳)

every 5 notes - day in diapers

every 10 notes - mandatory hypnosis before bed

20 notes - mandatory diaper checks to anyone via asks or dm

30 notes - can only cum in diapers

50 notes - paci in constantly when alone

75 notes - no longer allowed to hold my bladder when in a diaper

100 notes - do an enema in a diaper and post proof

125 notes - drink extra water before bed (essentially insuring i wet the bed 🙈)

150 notes - just wet my diaper on command for anyone via asks

175 notes - post a video in a wet diaper

200 notes - only allowed to wear nighttime thickness or abdl diapers

300 notes - no more touching! only allowed to cum from a vibe or humping

400 notes - thumb in mouth whenever i get off

500 notes - have to wear childish clothes or a onesie everyday

600 notes - no more adult shows, only kids shows

700 notes - upload custom voted upon diaper video

800 notes - must mess my diaper on command for anyone via asks

900 notes - no longer allowed to hold my poopies when diapered

1000 notes - double diapers only

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finally back to shooting photos 🤗