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Good AI News!

I was spending time in diapers last week (somehow I managed to turn a wetness indicator in a matter of minutes! Almost like I'm not potty trained at all) and it inspired me. I looked and found some rsources that helped me do LoRA training on Flux. So I did, and my initial results are, well, amazing. There are flaws - the thing does not seem to do tapes right, and it can't nail specific diapers. But look at these:

As you can see, there's some room for improvement. But the AI does an amazing job of capturing the scene that I am going for, and I am feeling renewed confidence that I can do what I wanted to do - have a character in different diapers in different scenarios

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I don’t know what to do anymore. I try to fill my days with work, friends, family, distractions. But nothing makes a difference. I fear even you guys are going to get sick of me sounding like this. Two months of this and I feel like it just happened yesterday. The idea of trying to move on someday with another person makes me physically sick. Everything sets me off and makes me tear up and it makes me feel so fucking weak. Every day when I wake up, for a second I forget about my reality and then when it sinks in, I just want to go back to sleep. I’ve never felt like this before in my life. I used to be able to move on from things so easily. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic and I’ve always believed that no matter what, I would find someone. But my mind just drifts to him. Every little detail and every little memory. Our first date specifically. Greeting him at my driveway and realizing how different it felt. The first night we spent together. When I told him I loved him. Car rides talking about our shared goals and dreams and thinking this could be my husband. I could see it. I’ve run out of ways to say this hurts. It feels like I’ll never feel that kind of love again. I’ll never meet someone so intelligent, so strong, so loving, so singular. I never even considered I could feel this way about someone, so why should I think that anyone could fill his shoes now? The only thing that feels right is to just pack myself away and work on myself, try to achieve my dreams. I just want to be safe now.

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Lucy sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the colorful package of DryNites in her hands. The boyish design stared back at her, a reminder of the choice she’d made. She sighed, running her fingers over the crinkly material. “Will these even last all night?” she muttered to herself, her voice tinged with doubt.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was a message from her best friend, Mia. “So? Did you try them yet?” Lucy hesitated before replying. “Not yet. I’m… nervous. What if they leak?” Mia’s response was quick. “Girl, it’s just one night. And if they don’t work, who cares? At least you tried.” Lucy frowned. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one wearing them.” Mia shot back, “True. But you’re the one who said you wanted to feel secure. So stop overthinking and just put them on!”

With a deep breath, Lucy tore open the package and pulled out one of the pull-ups. She held it up, examining it skeptically. “They look so… small,” she murmured. But she slipped them on anyway, adjusting the waistband nervously. The material felt snug, but not uncomfortable. She stood up, testing how they felt as she moved.

Her phone buzzed again. “Well? How do they feel?” Lucy typed back, “Weird. But… not terrible. I guess we’ll see how they hold up.” Mia replied with a laughing emoji. “Good luck! Let me know if you wake up in a puddle.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Lucy muttered under her breath, tossing her phone onto the bed.

As she climbed under the covers, Lucy couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty. She lay there, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. “What if they don’t work? What if I wake up and everything’s ruined?” She sighed, pulling the blanket up to her chin. “Stop it, Lucy. You’re being ridiculous.”

But as the hours passed and sleep finally claimed her, her doubts lingered in the back of her mind.

The next morning, Lucy woke up to an all-too-familiar sensation. Her heart sank as she realized the pull-ups hadn’t held up after all. She groaned, sitting up and running a hand through her messy hair. “Of course they didn’t,” she muttered, glancing at the now-empty package on her nightstand.

Her phone buzzed again. “So? How’d it go?” Lucy sighed, typing her reply. “Let’s just say… I’m glad I put a towel down.” Mia’s response was immediate. “Told you! But hey, at least you tried. Maybe next time, go for the heavy-duty ones?” Lucy couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, maybe.”

As she got up to start her day, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief. Sure, it hadn’t gone perfectly, but at least she’d taken the first step. And that, she decided, was something to be proud of.

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You step through the front door, kicking off your shoes with a sigh. It’s been a long day, and all you want is to collapse onto the couch and forget about work for a while. But as you pass your roommate’s door, something catches your eye.

She’s lying on her bed, legs lazily bent at the knees, scrolling through her phone like it’s any other evening. The difference? She’s still in her regression school uniform—crisp white blouse, plaid skirt hiked up nd underneath it, unmistakable, the soft bulk of her nappy peeks out.

That’s new. Normally, the second she gets home, she ditches it—grumbling about the routine, eager to reclaim her independence. But today, she’s still wearing it.

At first, she fought it—every morning, every drop-off, every humiliating rule that came with it. But lately, you’ve noticed something shift. The resistance has faded. The routine has settled in.

You clear your throat. "Long day?"

She startles, twisting around halfway before realizing it's just you. Her cheeks turn pink, and her hands tug at the hem of her skirt, though it’s too late for that. She shifts, as if suddenly aware of the crinkling beneath her.

"Oh… yeah," she mumbles, rubbing the back of her neck. "I just got distracted. Was gonna, uh, change out of it in a minute."

You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You sure about that?"

She gives a sheepish little laugh. "I mean… yeah. Just got caught up in stuff."

But she doesn’t move. Doesn’t reach for fresh clothes. The excuse rings hollow, and you can see it in her eyes—she’s not in a hurry. Maybe she even forgot, for real, but now that she’s aware of it, she still isn’t rushing.

"You’re getting used to it," you remark, watching her closely.

Her blush deepens. "No," she protests quickly. Too quickly. "It’s just… easier sometimes."

She doesn’t meet your gaze. You nod, not pushing further. "Right. Well, don’t let me stop you."

As you turn to leave, a thought flickers through your mind—one you’ve entertained more than once. She doesn’t know yet, of course. But soon, she won’t have a choice about whether she takes it off when she gets home. Soon, regression school won’t just be her daytime reality.

Because you were the one who tipped them off.

And by the time she finds out, it’ll be too late.

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someone was just messaging me about dating.

in case this is a thing for you, i have probably missed out on hundreds of dates or flirts because i was in my own head about diapers and just didn't have it in me (either the emotional vulnerability to get rejected or the mental energy to have "the conversation") to address it. who knows what i missed out on. i don't even know if i am regretful (probably). but it is, so far as i can tell, not abnormal to let this happen.

with the benefit of age, i think what i understand now that was much harder to grasp in younger years, is that meaningful dating, relationships and people you spend your life with are all FAR more likely to happen if they begin on a foundation of vulnerability and honesty. life is too damn hard and filled with curveballs for "easy things" to be the basis of a relationship that survives ... life.

so, while it's super hard, there's a way to interpret whatever your most vulnerable "feature" may be as a massive advantage in finding lasting relationships. the sexist thing in the whole universe is being partnered or in a relationship where you feel unconditionally loved.

or so i tell myself 🤪

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I can’t believe I’m stuck in a wet diaper like a goddamn baby

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throw back to when i wore this without knowing it was see through till i took this pic 🫣

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can you tell i need a change?

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Oops @laladyinms

Gonna be something bigger from now on.

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She does such a fantastic job!

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Soaking my little kings I did a good job right daddy? 🥺🧷

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"Hmm... I wonder..." she thought aloud, a stream of pee warming her crotch.

"Daddy!" she shouted. And Daddy came in her office, their bedroom, running and slightly worried.

"What?"

She looked at him with a flirty smile and suddenly Daddy wasn't all that worried. She looked beautiful, his babygirl. Just a t-shirt, a diaper and a diaper cover. Actually, she never looked like that on a workday.

"Daddy" she started in a pleading high-pitch. "I went in my diapie."

"Mhm." he nodded, waiting for more information. She went in her diapers all the time, what's the big fuss?

"And I'm havwing so many accidents, I don't twink I should weaw panties anymowe."

Giving Daddy her best puppy dog eyes, she figured he'd agree in a heartbeat. She could see he was perching a tent.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, Daddy. I need diapies." her voice a little more strident.

"No, I mean, really, are you serious? I thought you didn't like going number 2?"

"Yes, I'm serious." her voice suddenly went much lower to her normal pitch. "Now that you mention it, I would rather use the toilet. Happy?"

"No, I think you're going back to diapers."

He headed to the drawers and pulled out her underwear. All of it.

"Won't need that anymore." he added, heading out of the room.

"Hey! I'm over it now." she said, following him to the kitchen.

"Too bad, I'm not, mrs. Pottypants." And he threw them all in the garbage. "What do you say?"

"WTF?"

"No, those aren't the word, baby. What are the magic words?"

He approached her, hugged her, and patted her diaper in a way that made her feel so good, so little.

"Thank you, Daddy."

She meant it, as she buried her head in his shoulder. She was a diaper girl. Daddy's diaper girl.

Photo credit: @babypeachy-16

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Josephine was at home and, feeling extra confident and sexy today, she decided to have a little photoshoot. Didn't know what it was, she just felt good. Was it just her or did her butt look great in those jeans? Looked a little puffy, actually...

"Oh, right, must be my diaper!"

She giggled and wiggled, knowing full-well her padded butt was the envy of all.

Turning around, she unzipped the front of her jeans to reveal a thick white diaper covered with stars and teddy bears. She thought it looked so cute, but since when did she wear such babyish diapers?

"Uhh, since forever, duh!" she said to herself. "That's a great outfit, but I think I look better in just a diaper."

"Oh my god, I look so cute. I'm gonna send these to Jake."

She typed away at her phone, sending the photos of her proudly diapered to the guy she started dating a couple of weeks ago. Even better, she would see him again tonight.

"Mmm. Maybe it's too much. I don't need him to cream himself before our date."

But she was giddy when she saw him text back almost immediately.

"???" he answered back. "Do you like wearing diapers?"

His answer confused her.

"Yeah, how did you not notice? I'm always diapered"

"No, you're not? I've never seen you in diapers and this is the first time you've talked about this. I need to get back to work, can we talk about this tonight?"

"Sure" she texted back, and shrugged. "That was really weird, how had Jake never noticed? Anyway, doubt he's going to mind. Hopefully, he'll change me tonight!"

Photo credit: @peekaboo-diapers

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"Mommy" you said. "Don't you think we're here early?"

"They said to be here by two."

"And it's one?"

"Ok, fine we're a little early, but maybe we're not the first ones to arrive. Look how many cars there are."

The parking was far from full. A handful of cars were parked in the spots nearest to the high school's entrance. You guessed those cars must have be the reunion committee's. Who else could be there an hour early? Mommy and you got out of the car and walked towards the entrance. Mommy was wearing a black dress on the shorter side, a blazer and a deep red lipstick. Her heels clicked with every step and her purse swung in the wind of late spring. She looked so beautiful and put together, mature. A gorgeous woman that made you feel foolishly underdressed. As far as the outside world knew, you were wearing jeans and a very tight fitting baby blue t-shirt that you had tucked in your pants. In reality, this form fitting t-shirt was a onesie that was holding in place the damp diaper in your pants.

When you got in the school, a table with three women welcomed you. You recognized two of them, one you barely ever spoke to and the other you had a crush on in grade 11.

"Hi!" your former crush said. "What's your name?"

"Robbie." The other woman you recognized was going through a list with a yellow highlighter, trying to find your name. "Carlsen" you added. Finally, she saw her highlight while the third woman handed you a sticker and a pen for you to write your name.

"And you are?" asked your former crush to mommy.

"I'm his wife." she said as she turned her head to you with a smile and put her hand on your back. Her hand slid down to your butt where she gave a squeeze that crinkled.

"Ok! Spouses and partners are more than welcome, there's some people that are already there."

Mommy gave you a glanced with a cheeky smile.

"You can find them in the cafeteria, and otherwise, we've set up a classroom to act as a daycare for the little ones!" your former crush continued.

"We will certainly check out that daycare, thank you." your Mommy said.

She took your hand and walked quickly, leading you to the cafeteria. It was disappointingly empty. Two men were awkwardly standing next to each other and immediately looked your way when you entered their field of vision. Mommy, who must've looked particularly dreamy to them, walked directly towards them.

"Do you know where's the daycare?" she asked.

Sadly for you, the taller and more ruggedly handsome of the two men replied.

"Sure, it's right over there. I just dropped off my baby girl."

"Great! I'll be right back!" your Mommy said.

You arrived in a classroom where the floor was covered in rugs and fluffy blankets. A couple of toys were scattered and a few changing supplies were on the teacher's desk. Two people were in the room. Sitting behind the teacher's desk was a woman you didn't recognize. Meanwhile, playing in the corner in almost just a diaper, was another woman that you immediately recognized. You met Katie in your senior year and the two of you became fast friends and after a while you developped feelings for her. Nothing really came of it.

It was a hell of a trip to see this same girl diapered when there used to be a time where both of you seemed to be on the path to proper adulthood. As those complicated feelings came to the forefront of your mind, Mommy was unzipping you pants ready to show your old friend how much of a baby you had become yourself.

Photo credit: @sophiexxlittle

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