#Tape Style diapers

[dimpy2020]

Teddyy Tape Style diapers are designed for maximum comfort. The preferred diaper brand for new-born babies, Teddyy’s new born size comes with navel protection–a feature that helps the site where the umbilical cord was attached heal better and more quickly. Our Tape-Style diapers come with refastenable tape so you can take off and put on the diaper as many times as you like!

[lolaandthens0me]

Lola, you ought to try some more "medical style diapers" like InControl/Rearz. They aren't printed but some do have like color on the front panel. These diapers have very good absorbency volumes. The Air Active is thin and cloth backed but has a 4300ml volume, the newest BeDry has a 7500ml volume, and their prices are very low compared to a few of the diaper companies that sell their print diaper. White diapers are just as adorable on a baby butt as any ABU, Tykeables, or Bambino diaper. They also have a white two-tape dip like the ABU two tape but just no front panel stickers. Buying diapers is expensive and I thought I'd give you a heads up in case you weren't aware of them.

Hello there and thank you for the tip!

I have been wearing Rearz InControl Elite Hybrids lately. Daddy absolutely adores them on me. ☺️

I probably wear medical dips more often than ABDL specific brand dips. They are cheaper and great for everyday use. I just got a giant order from NorthShore and am so excited to be restocked!! I’m also quite partial to M4s. I don’t think I’ve tried Air Actives yet! (runs to Google to find)

[maddiethedogstories]

Sarah's Playground - 2

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

As I open the door to my apartment, I'm greeted by the beautiful plants, ample daylight, and modern furniture that suits my mature tastes so well. Little things give away the presence of my little 'guest' in the house though.

A large mesh-sided playpen full of stuffies, dolls, and blocks is shoved into a corner of the living room. An extra large highchair sits in the dining room, with a bottle still perched on the tray. Rather than a recliner in the living room, there is a large rocking chair. Also, sitting out on one side table is a hospital quality breast pump.

Looking at the breast pump causes me to rub my breasts. They feel warm, hard to the touch, and tender. Just the act of touching them causes them to leak milk into my bra. It's definitely time to feed the baby! I must have taken longer on my walk then I planned.

I quickly walk to the hallway in my apartment and open the second door on the right. I can't help but smile as the smell of the room hits me before I can even see it. The room has an overwhelming odor of lavender baby powder and bleach that almost covers up the underlying smell of ammonia and messy diapers. In essence, it smells like a daycare or nursery, exactly how I want it to.

As I open the door and look inside I'm greeted by a familiar sight. The room is a fully stocked nursery, but sized up to handle an adult baby. An extra large, fully stocked changing table sits along one wall next to a large diaper pail. Set into another wall is a closet with white doors which, I know, is filled with onesies, baby dresses, fleece pajamas, and other baby clothes sized up to fit my precious little one.

Next to the closet is a large toy chest. Beyond the standard baby toys, it also contained more adult toys I let my charge use for my own pleasure and entertainment. There is nothing more fun than watching a fully grown adult, wearing a poopy diaper and sucking on a pacifier, hump her favorite stuffy while pushing a vibrator into her crotch. The combination of arousal, submission, and humiliation is perfect.

Finally, placed against another wall of the room is a queen-sized crib with locking railings that reach 6' into the air. It's the perfect location to keep my precious little adult baby safe and contained while I am out.

I look to the crib and see exactly what I am expecting. Crouched on her knees is a five-foot tall woman wearing a pastel pink onesie with the phrase "Mommy's Little Pampers Packer" emblazoned across the front. Her small but noticeable breasts push against the soft fabric of her onesie. The onesie is also stretched almost to its limits around the woman's waist and bottom where the extra large, and, based on what I am smelling, extra messy, diaper is taped onto her. The small woman's blonde hair is cut short and styled into short pigtails high on her head. A pacifier is tucked snuggly between her lips. Above her pacifier, the woman glares at me angrily. She looks exactly like the petulant toddler I have strived to turn her into. I subconsciously reach up and rub my magic necklace between my thumb and forefinger in satisfaction.

The woman in front of me, Lidia, despite all appearances, is four years older than me. We grew up on the same street, and our mom's were best friends. Growing up, Lidia was the stereotypical perfect girl. She was beautiful, a straight 'A' student, a varsity soccer player, and the most popular kid at school. Basically, everything about her stood in stark distinction to the pants wetting adult toddler locked in the crib in front of me right now.

In contrast, growing up, I was always a little small and immature. My mom was a helicopter parent who didn't want me participating in anything where I could get hurt or into trouble. I wasn't allowed to play sports, go to sleepovers, or even have a boyfriend or girlfriend.

My mom also didn't trust me. She always saw me as a small child, all the way until I was 18. So, whenever she left town or had something to do at night, she'd call Lidia's mom and have the neighborhood's golden child come over and babysit me.

Having your mom hire a babysitter at 16 was bad enough, but Lidia was the worst. Lidia had a dark side that no one knew about or even believed when I told people about it.

I was a bedwetter growing up, and, as my babysitter, Lidia knew all about it. I eventually grew out of it at 13, but that didn't keep Lidia from blackmailing me with it. You see, when Lidia babysat me, she thought it was hilarious to treat me like her little baby doll. I had to comply, or Lidia threatened to reveal how long I was a bedwetter to my classmates. I was already a social outcast and knew that information would ruin me.

So, everytime my mom would hire Lidia, within minutes of her leaving I would find myself wearing nothing but a diaper and shirt, sucking on a pacifier, sitting on a baby blanket in my living room, and watching Cocomelon while Lidia laughed at me. I have horrible memories of spending entire weekends being forced to act like a toddler by perfect little Lidia. It was horrible.

As a result, when I realized the power I had, one of the first things I did was turn the tables on Lidia. I shrunk her down as I made myself bigger. I took away her independence, changing her reality so she lived with her parents again. I made her a bedwetter. I made it so her parents, like my mother so long ago, didn't trust her, and hired me to babysit her.

From there, just like she did to me, I've blackmailed her over time to becoming my personal adult toddler. Without changing her, I've changed reality such that Lidia was forced to choose to become my plaything--choosing to act like a toddler rather than being forced to--despite remembering everything that happened prior to me reshaping reality. Watching her devolve to my naughty little girl by choice, all while I know she remembers bullying me, has been the most satisfying part of using my new found powers.

Now, after months of Lidia agreeing to be my permanent baby doll, I can't help but smile as she glowers at me, locked in her crib, sitting in a poopy diaper.

"Oh, my little pamper packer is awake! It smells like you made Mommy a present? Did you make me a present, Lidia?" I say as I walk up to the crib, stick my hand between the bars and rub her cheek affectionately.

Lidia scrunches up her nose behind the pacifier and I can see her willing herself to act like a toddler to avoid any punishments.

"Yeth, Momma! Lidy makes poopies for Momma!" Lidia lisped out from behind her pacifier with a false sweetness to her tone.

"Good baby!" I say as I reach over to unlatch the side of the crib and begin lowering it. "With such a full diapy, I bet Lidia has an empty tummy. Let's get it all filled up with some of Mommy's num-nums."

I watch as Lidia grimaces at the idea of suckling at my test and carefully avoids putting her weight onto her poopy diaper. I know, from history, that she wants to ask me for a change before she eats. I also know that she knows she is not allowed to ask for a change.

"Yeth, Momma, Lidy 'ungry," Lidia tells me as I lift her from her crib and place her on my hip, making sure to mush as much if her mess into her butt as possible as I carry her out into the living room and sit in the couch.

"Good, baby, because Mommy needs you to empty me out!" I say as I sit down, laying Lidia on the couch with her head in my lap and pop her pacifier out of her mouth. I pull out my breasts, exposing my nipples that are now dripping with my creamy white milk.

Lidia looks at my massive, milky breasts with disgust. She then shuffles her body in discomfort, probably trying to get to where she can't feel the shit sitting in the back of her pants. But, as she is expected to, she opens her mouth like a hungry baby and waits for me to help her latch.

I smile in satisfaction at how well trained Lidia is now. Hundreds, if not thousands, of punishments, tears, and public humiliations have turned Lidia from the bully who loved to play mommy to my perfect bratty little girl.

I grab Lidia by the back of the head and pull her mouth up to my left breast. I moan in pleasure as she begins to suckle, relieving the pressure that's been building for hours. I run my hand through Lidia's hair lovingly.

"That's it, good girl," I moan out as Lidia continues to suckle.

The relief of pressure, the dominant feelings I am having, and the knowledge of how much Lidia hates this is incredibly arousing. Like almost every time I feed Lidia, I'm tempted to rub myself. I resist though, and settle for throwing my head back and closing my eyes, imagining what tortures I can work up for Lidia next.

While my eyes are closed, I feel Lidia's hand drift up to my breast and begin to press. I'm not concerned by this. She does this often to help fully empty me, and, frankly, the pressure feels good.

I keep my eyes closed and moan as she suckles me with her mouth and milks me with her hand. I didn't notice as her hand drifted to the magically ruby pendant on my necklace. I didn't feel her grip it firmly in her fist.

Before I realize what is happening, I did feel Lidia unlatch from my breast and hear her rapidly call out a wish.

NEXT CHAPTER

[disfunctionaladult]

I am experimenting with Sticker paper and diapers tapes. This is a Megamax with the Luvs style Barney tape. Looks pretty legit. Lol

[kayleeheartkins]

Do you prefer pullup styles or taped styles? With either one, effete your favorite?

I like both for different reasons 😁

Pull-ups are amazing for periods, gym, and public.

Diapers are great for at home comfort, the cushy hug 🫂, endless couch potato 🥔, and the prints just keep getting better and better 🫰🏻 waiting for floral… or plant vibes tho 🤔 the DL in me would loveeeee that!

[littlestspy]

I'm a big kid now! Sized up pull-ups and goodnites tutorial

My second tutorial post! This is not as detailed as my first post (I'm sick and struggling a lot with words, I may come back and update when I feel able to), so please make sure to check that one out for more info on all the steps.

Sizing info: the Pull-Ups (5t-6t) actually fit me unaltered. The Goodnites (S/M) didn’t, but I think if I'd been more patient and actually stretched them before I'd tried, they would've. So these probably fit bigger than my estimate for Easy-Ups, not to mention for Goodnites, you could do the same thing on a L or even an XL

As Pull-Ups and Goodnites are made by the same company, they're structured very similarly. The only difference between them that matters here is that Pull-Ups have velcro sides for easier changing.

So, for Pull-Ups, you can just unfasten the sides to open them. For Goodnites, I'd recommend using scissors- they don't tear neatly like the Easy-Ups did, and for me, trying to tear them basically destroys the sides being usable. Fine for taking them off to change, not so great for this. They have this distinct seam. If you don't care to keep it, just snip right below the line of dots on both sides. If you do, carefully cut so that on the pant you're using that will become the FRONT of your finished one, you cut like in the first picture below, and for the BACK, cut like the second picture.

The cotton layer is much harder to peel from both of these, due to the different construction. I didn't bother, it looks just fine with the outer cut edge folded and tucked under for a neater finish, but you don't even really have to do that.

The back sides have a curve, rather than just being straight. There's a few ways you could go about gluing the curved part to the straight part. I glued the top, then trimmed the curved part into a smoother slope and attached it like that.

I only extended the back part, but if you use the extra front part as well, you can glue it down or just use the velcro to attach. It's a big strip, so it's very good at staying in place.

Conclusion:

Both of these feel more comfortable and secure than the Easy-Ups do, in my opinion. I think they might be more absorbant, too, but I haven't tested much yet. The Pull-Ups have the added bonus of the velcro sides which means a little less gluing needed. Pull-Ups are definitely the ones I'd recommend starting with, if you don't feel confident in your crafting skills.

Next up- swim diapers, which won't get their own tutorial, as the Huggies ones are the same style as Pull-Ups and the Pampers ones are the same as Easy-Ups, and then tape style diapers, which will get a tutorial.

[princesscandijane]

You’re a very beautiful sissy girl and as someone who is starting out in their sissy baby journey, what would you recommend for diapers and cages?

Thank you 😊 it is a journey and no two are alike. We live in a wonderful time that there are lots of selections of diapers. It goes to your preferences of cloth of plastic back, there is tape or hook n loops that is nice for conserving diapers, and there are so many different colours and patterns. I like plastic backed with tapes, crinkly, and some cute baby style print. Cages too are a preference. I like the pink holy trainer because it looks cute and covers it completely. Though metal cages are better for sanitation. Enjoy your journey through being a sissy baby ❤️🔐🍼🧸

[dimpy2020]

Have your little one wear Teddy, the best diapers for newborn in India while you go shopping, listen to your favorite radio show or while taking a quick power nap.

[stylessupremacy]

ophelia going through the stage where she doesn’t want to wear any clothes

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It was a Sunday and in the Styles household, Sundays were chill and lazy days.

Whether it was watching movies, napping, playing, or even having Anne over for the evening. It was always a fun day.

Yesterday Harry and Ophelia did their weekly food shopping and while Phee was napping Harry finished up some chores he wasn’t able to do throughout the week.

The house was spotless when Harry woke up. He learned from his mum that having your house clean is a great start to the week.

He quietly got up and ready for the day opting for some comfy joggers and a plain shirt. He made his way downstairs for some coffee after he checked and saw Phee fast asleep.

While his coffee brewed Harry got the pot roast in the crock pot that he, Phee, and Anne would be eating later.

Harry sighed contently as he sat down on the couch with his cup of coffee. He hasn’t had a quiet and peaceful morning like this for a while.

With all the chaos from work, the holidays, and having a baby on his hands - these quiet and peaceful times are a blessing.

The quietness and peacefulness did not last long when he heard a rustling noise coming from the baby monitor.

He looked at the baby monitor and could see Ophelia slowly waking up from her slumber.

Harry took another sip of his warm coffee before getting Phee knowing when he came back down it would be cold.

He quickly walked upstairs and to Ophelia’s cracked nursery door.

When he walked in and his eyes landed on his sleepy baby he couldn’t help but coo, “Hi, love bug.”

Phee had balled up her fist and was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, but stopped when she heard her father’s voice.

As fast as her little wobbly legs could, she stood up in her crib and made grabby hands towards Harry.

“Daddy,” her toothy grin making Harry’s smile even brighter if that was possible.

He placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her up and out of her crib bringing her to his chest for a morning snuggle.

The father-daughter sat there for a few as Harry rocked them both, slowly helping Phee wake up a bit more.

“Let’s get you changed so we can get some yummy food in your tummy.”

He gently tickled her tummy causing cute little baby squeals to erupt from Phee.

Harry placed her down on the changing table and got to work ridding her of her dirty pajamas and diaper.

As he taped the clean diaper on her hips, he blew raspberries on her chubby tummy, “What would you like to wear today?”

Harry placed Phee on his hip and walked over to her small closet where her tiny baby clothes were stored.

“Are you feeling pajamas or do you want some sweats?”

Ophelia’s brows were furrowed as she was deep in thought about what she wanted to wear.

Harry read in one of his baby books that letting your child help pick out what they want to wear is good because it helps their creativity and practices their decision-making.

Phee shook her head, “No clothes!” Her baby lisp was prominent when she mispronounced her words but Harry could still understand it.

“No clothes?” He questioned, “But you’ll get cold.”

“How about you wear just a t-shirt and a pair of socks?” He compromised.

He didn’t mind her not wearing any clothes but it was a bad habit to start, considering she will be going to daycare three times a week in the fall.

Ophelia agreed and Harry let her pick out her shirt and socks she wanted to wear.

“Now let’s get you dressed so we can go watch some movies before nana comes over!”

[maddiethedogstories]

The Playdate - 3

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Once in the nursery, Sasha immediately began giving Mia orders.

"Arms up!" The Mommy Domme ordered.

Shell-shocked from the days events, Mia immediately complied. Sasha bent down, grabbed the wet hem of Mia's dress and yanked it over her head. Mia almost gagged on her pacifier as the petticoats soaked in Tammy's pee touched her face.

Once the dress was removed, Mia found herself standing completely naked in front of Sasha. Quickly, she moved to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands. Sasha just swatted them away.

"Ah, ah, ah! You heard your Mommy. You're a baby now, just like you wanted and deserved. Baby's don't care about being modest," Sasha reprimanded the blushing Mia.

Mia wanted to run away, to find Lisa and convince her to change her mind, to escape this madness. But, Mia knew she couldn't. Sasha was bigger, stronger and more capable than her. Plus, how was Lisa ever going to believe her again after catching her in wet panties and being so thoroughly, if wrongly, convinced that Mia was lying. Mia was well and truly screwed.

While Mia dwelled on her situation, Sasha went to the changing table and pulled out a pair of scissors. Mia's eyes grew wide as Sasha approached her with them.

"First things first, baby, let's take care of that icky, sticky hair of yours!" Sasha said as she grabbed Mia by the wrist with her free hand. "Now, hold still! You wouldn't want me to cut off more than necessary, would you?"

Mia froze. Sasha was right. She did not want to lose more hair than necessary. She loved her hair.

"Good girl," Sasha said as Mia stood perfectly still, waiting for the haircut to be over.

SNIP SNIP

Mia felt Sasha grab each of her pigtails in turn and cut. Sasha looked down to the floor to see the damage. When she saw her two braids laying on the ground, Mia immediately threw her hands to the sides of her head and looked in the mirror.

Sasha hadn't only taken what was necessary. She'd taken inches more. Two, eight-inch long braids laid on the floor at Mia's feet despite, at most, only four inches of each being ruined by the pink bubblegum. When Mia looked in the mirror, her worst fears were confirmed. Her hair, once long enough to drape down her back, now barely reached the bottom of her earlobes.

"Maaahhhhh, waahhh," Mia gargled in dismay around the giant pacifier taped in her mouth.

"Don't worry, baby girl! Miss Sasha will make your hair look cute," Sasha said as she approached with two hair ties with little butterflies adorning them.

With an expert hand, Sasha bunched Mia's hair into two even tufts high on either side of her head. The hair in each pigtail was short enough that it didn't fall evenly down her head. Instead, it stuck out in all directions, giving Mia the appearance, especially with the giant pacifier in her mouth, of a giant, naked baby with nice tits.

"Nahhhh!" Mia said, reaching for the hair ties to take them out. Even having nothing styling her hair would make her look less babyish than she did currently.

Sasha didn't give the babified woman any time to fix her hair though. Deftly, she grabbed Mia under her armpits, lifting her up.

"Good girl, princess! It's time for uppies!" Sasha croaked out as she took Mia by surprise, placing her on the changing table and quickly locking all of the wrist and ankle cuffs in place.

"I saw you fantasizing about being strapped to this table earlier. I bet your cute little princess parts are soaking wet right now you adorable little brat," Sasha whispered as she fastened and tested all of the cuffs.

Mia's pussy was, in fact, not wet at all. Nothing about this turned her on. She loved age play. She loved being Mommy's little girl. She even loved acting like a brat and getting punished. She had never, under any circumstances, wanted to be bound up and diapered. Mia shuddered as Sasha fingered the tied up woman's crotch to confirm her suspicions.

"Hm, dry?" Sasha said, "that won't do! You need to enjoy this! There is nothing more intimate than giving up all of your control. You should love this!"

Mia thrashed against her restraints as Sasha opened a drawer in the changing table and pulled out a pink, lush vibrator. Sasha coated the device with lube and slowly slid it into the restrained woman. The sensation was so overwhelming that Mia didn't even notice her tormentor slip a pill up her anus at the same time.

Mia moaned into her pacifier as she was penetrated. Fear, embarrassment, and anticipation for what was to come began to turn to arousal, increasing her shame and embarrassment. It became a horrible, self-fulfilling cycle. Then the vibrator buzzed to life inside of her.

Mia, with her hair cut short and put in babyish pigtails, wearing nothing but the straps holding her pacifier in place, started to squirm in pleasure and humiliation as Sasha began to tape a diaper onto her.

"Mmmmm, mmmhhmmm," Mia groaned as she tried to fight of the seemingly inevitable orgasm building inside of her.

"See, I told you I would teach you to like this baby," Sasha said as she tapped a button on her phone, causing the pulse of the vibrator to change. "You know, Tammy hated playing baby at first?" Sasha asked as she dumped copious amounts of baby powder all over Mia's exposed groin and ass. "She used to throw temper tantrums just like you! She used to say she was a big girl, not some pathetic pants wetting baby," Sasha continued, pushing another button on her phone, changing the vibe's pattern again. "I proved her wrong, just like I'll prove you wrong."

"Mmmmmmm," Mia screamed in pleasure into her pacifier as Sasha played with her phone, increasing the intensity of the vibe again.

"Now, she can't even cum unless she humping one of her poopy pampers," Sasha said, rubbing the front of Mia's diaper with one hand. She then reached over and pressed another button on her phone, turning the vibrator off. "I think you'll enjoy only being allowed to cum in your stinky pants, too."

Mia let out a low, soft whine as her stimulation was ripped away. She had been so close! She just wanted to finish! What use was being so humiliated and embarassed if she didn't even get release? Mia looked up at Sasha with pleading eyes.

"What's that baby? Did you want something?" Sasha said malevolently. Mia nodded her head up and down in reply. "Here, let me take the pacifier out so you can tell me what you want like a good baby!"

Sasha unstrapped the pacifier gag from Mia's mouth, freeing her tongue at last.

"Please turn back on the toy, Miss Sasha," Mia asked politely, her face glowing red as she wiggled her hips in frustration.

"That's how a big girl would talk. You heard your Mommy, your a baby now. If you want something, ask me like a baby. If you do good enough, I might even let you make cummies in your clean pampers, instead of waiting until you make a stinky little mess," Sasha instructed as she picked up her phone to record Mia's shame.

Mia struggled internally. Was debasing herself like this worth it just to cum? She was already so humiliated and embarrassed, was this any worse? Sasha placed her hand on Mia's diaper and started squeezing rythmically to accelerate the diapered woman's decision. Mia moaned and thrust herself into her tormentor's hand.

"Pwease let me make cummies in my diaper, Mith Sasha," Mia croaked out hesitantly as she humped the other woman's hand.

"Are you sure, you know, big girls don't make cummies in diapers? Only babies do that," Sasha said, continuing to tape and tease Mia.

"I know. Pwease just let me make cummies!" Mia moaned out.

"Okay, baby, if that's what you want."

Sasha turned back on the vibrator. An overwhelming waive of sensation overtook Mia. Her whole body felt like it was tingling from the deep shame and arousal she was feeling. She started to convulse in pleasure, pulling against her bonds. Her mouth was now free from the pacifier gag. She started to yell out in pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mia cried as she came.

Sasha stood over her laughing, recording the whole thing.

"I knew this is what you wanted you little brat. I'm sending this video to Lisa. There is no going back for you after the show you just put on," Sasha laughed out malevolently.

"No! Please don't!" Mia pleaded. But, her cries fell on deaf ears. Mia watched as Sasha pressed send and sealed Mia's fate.

"I think that's enough talking from you for now," Sasha said, shoving the pacifier gag back in Mia's mouth and strapping it back in place. "Let's get you dressed in something more comfy, then maybe you can take a nap. I'm sure Tammy is fine with you using her crib."

Mia just looked away, timidly allowing Sasha to unstrap her from the changing table and guide her back to the ground. Mia wasn't surprised at all when Sasha grabbed the horrid onesie she had shown her earlier and dressed her in it. Mia didn't struggle at being dressed at all. The fight had left her body with her dignity.

After dressing Mia, Sasha pulled her best friend's girlfriend in front of the full length mirror in the nursery.

"Look baby, what do you see? Do you see a big girl who can take care of herself? Or do you see little baby princess just waiting for her next diaper change from Mommy?"

Mia looked in the mirror and immediately tried to look away. She hated what she saw.

Her once long and beautiful hair was cut short and tied into wild pigtails on the side of her head. Her mouth was hidden behind the shield of a large pacifier. Rather than the T-shirt and jean shorts she started the day wearing, she was wearing nothing but a pastel pink onesie. Worst of all, clearly wrapped around her waist was a thick, thirsty diaper, peaking out from the leg holes of her onesie.

Mia didn't look like the mature lawyer she actually was. She didn't look like the precious elementary school student she loved to pretend to be. Instead, Mia looked like the big, stupid, smelly baby, she always made fun of Tammy for being.

Despite Mia's efforts to turn her gaze away, she couldn't. Sasha wouldn't let her. The larger woman held Mia's head in place with one hand.

"Look baby. Look at who you really are. Look at what you deserve to be. Look at what you want to be," Sasha said before activating the lush still tucked away in Mia's diaper again.

Mia knew what Sasha was doing. She knew she was trying to force Mia to associate the image of her self as a baby with sexual pleasure. Mia tried to fight it. But, like on the changing table, Mia couldn't help herself. Her shame, her embarrassment, her powerlessness, it all drove her arousal. Her knees almost buckled as she moaned around the pacifier, forces to accept the version of herself staring back at her in the mirror.

"See! You do like being a little baby," Sasha told Mia. "But, I think that's enough of that. Let's get you put down for your nap."

The buzzing in Mia's diaper stopped as Sasha lifted Mia up and carried her to the giant crib on the other side of the room. Sasha laid Mia on the mattress and slid the side of the crib into place, locking the small woman in.

"Nighty, night, princess," Sasha said as she turned off the light in the room, leaving Mia alone in the darkness with her shame.

It only took moments after Sasha left before Mia was hit with the first stomach cramp. No, was all Mia could think as she grabbed her stomach. This couldn't be happening, not right now. The cramps became more intense. Mia began to lightly mewl in desperation behind her pacifier. She had to poop, bad.

The nightlight next to the nursery door illuminated the room just enough that Mia could make out the plastic, pink training potty next to the changing table that Tammy had been using to 'potty train' today. Mia knew there was no way she was going to make it to an actual toilet. But, she had hope, if she could find a way out of this crib, she could at least use that small, plastic bucket instead of her pants.

Desperately, Mia stood up and ran her hands around the sides of the crib, feeling for any sort of latch she could undo to lower the side. Looking up, she knew she couldn't crawl over the top of the bars. They were so high that, even if she could climb them, there was not enough room for her small body between the ceiling and the crib's railing.

As Mia fumbled in the low light, her need for release got worse, and her focus on her hands deteriorated. It didn't take long before she had to stop her search completely, strongly gripping the railing, and put all of her effort into clenching her sphincter as tightly as possible.

PLOoooOorT

A loud, trumpeting fart rang from Mia's ass. Mia bent at the waist as she almost lost her battle with her intestines while being subjected to the strongest cramp yet.

Must… Not… Give… Up! Must… Get… Out… Of… Here! Mia thought to herself as she continued her quest for the latch. She ran her hands over every convincible part of the crib, searching for any sign of a release. Unfortunately for the humiliated woman, her eventual release didn't come in the form of a latch.

After less than a minute of searching, the cramps became too intense. Grabbing the bars of Tammy's crib, Mia lowered herself into a crouch as, involuntarily, she let loose. With a resounding squelching sound, Mia felt the weight of her mess settle into pants. As she squatted, she felt the diaper between her legs pulled down with the weight of her excrement.

Mia began to sob. She wasn't just crying, but balling her eyes out like the infant she'd been reduced to. The once proud middle had now done something so disgusting, so babyish, so humiliating, that it nearly destroyed her own self-image.

Mia wasn't a baby. She was a big girl. She didn't waddle around the house in a messy diaper. She didn't suck on a pacifier. She didn't cry for her Mommy. But, now, was any of that true?

She was stuck in a crib dressed like a baby. Her diaper was loaded with shit. She was now willingly sucking on the pacifier strapped to her head, desperate for any form of comfort. And, worst of all, all she wanted to do at that moment was call out Lisa's name, be held by her, and let her make this all better.

Careful to delicately lay on her stomach to not squish the mess now enveloping her bottom, Mia closed her eyes and let herself drift off to sleep as she cried.

Some time later, Mia was woken up by the door to the nursery opening. Three familiar figures walked in. Bleary, Mia rubbed her eyes and moved to sit up before remembering the mess in her pants.

"Wow! Smells like we have quite the stinker on our hands here!" Sasha said as she walked in, waiving a hand in front of her face for emphasis.

"Mia, did you poop yourself? Really? I thought you were a big girl!" Lisa said, disappointment sounding resoundingly in her tone. "You know, I thought maybe you were just playing around today? Maybe just wanted to try this out for the day? But, after seeing that video Sasha sent me and smelling… this… you've made it pretty clear what you really want."

Mia's heart dropped. Lisa was right. There was no coming back from this. She wanted to cry more, but, before she could, she felt an all too familiar sensation overtaking her from her vagina. Sasha had reactivated the vibrator.

Immediately, Mia started to flush and moan. Why did this feel so good? The overwhelming sensation of the vibrator massaging her overtook her concern over her messy diaper, her humiliation, and her dignity. Desperate to get release before Sasha cut her off again, Mia pressed her hand to the front of her diaper and started rubbing furiously.

Feeling like a naughty baby and a desperate slut in ways she never imagined before, Mia vigorously rubbed herself through her diaper as Sasha, Tammy, and Lisa all looked on. In moments, Mia, with the assistance of the vibrator, brought herself to an earth shattering orgasm. As she came, the only thing keeping her screams of pleasure from reaching the neighbors was the pacifier strapped firmly into her mouth. As Mia finished, she collapsed onto the crib floor, breathing heavily and as red as a tomato from the shame she felt about the show she had just put on.

As Sasha lowered the side of the crib, she turned to her best friend. "I'd say she's made it very clear to all of us that this is what she wants." Sasha reached in, picked Mia up, and settled the woman on her hip, further squishing the mess trapped in Mia's diaper. "How about this, you go get your stuff gathered and ready to go? I'll change this little stinker here and pack you a diaper bag that should have enough to supplies to get you through the next few days, and we'll meet in the kitchen," Sasha asked Lisa.

Lisa pondered the idea as she watched her girlfriend suckle a pacifier while wearing a diaper and sitting in her best friend's arms. "Are you sure, Sash? That diaper smells pretty bad, and she had to have just made it worse with her little show there," Lisa responded.

"It'd be my pleasure. Consider it a baby shower present. Go get your stuff packed up, we'll be out soon," Sasha reassured Lisa.

"You're really the best, Sash," Lisa said as she walked out the door, Tammy toddling behind.

In moments, Sasha had Mia strapped to the changing table for the second time that day. Efficiently, she changed Mia's messy diaper, removing the small, remotely activated vibrator in the process.

After taping Mia in a new diaper and snapping her onesie closed, Sasha brought her head close to the tied down woman's ear. She spoke softly.

"Welcome to the world, Baby Mia. We're so happy to have you!"

Baby Mia shivered, accepting that was who she was now and that there was no going back.

[kikiswitchgc]

Kikis Sub Kinks and Limits

First things first: Consent is key! I will not force you to do anything that you are uncomfortable with.

Second: Some of these kinks and especially scenarios are fantasy only and do not reflect my view on the world. That’s why they are fantasies.

Hard Limits:

Minors are the only nonnegotiable thing! I will not participate in anything with a character or person under 18 years.

Soft Limits:

Soft Limit means „Not Never… but pretty much never!“. These soft limits are negotiable, and if I am in the right mood and they are executed well, they can be part of a role play. But it’s in general best to assume I won’t enjoy these kinks.

Scat

Puke

Blood

Extreme Body Modifications (Amputations)

Snuff

Diapers

Now onto the Kinks:

Clothing, Accessories and Restraints:

Bondage, all kinds, ropes, chains, cuffs, leather belts or strips…

Collars or ropes tied around the neck used as a leash

Blindfolding

Hair bondage

Gags, ball gags, bit gags, ring gags, spider gags, dildo gags… not as much a fan of duct tape, but thats also fine

Suspension bondage

Leather harnesses, other fetish lingerie

Nipple Clamps

Butt plugs

Dildos inside me

Socks and panty hoses

Garter belts

Skirts in fetish style

Leather clothing

Latex clothing

No panties

Overknee boots

High heels

Platforms

High Heel Boots etc.

Piercings, in my face preferably ear rings (large hoops), but also depending on the story ear studs, tunnel piercings etc. for my nose, I rarely can withstand a nice nose ring, ranging from small, to thick and sturdy, to large hoops just like earrings; tongue piercings are always lovely!; depending on the story more piercings in my face can be appropriate; on my body, I love nipple piercings, may be rings, barbells, or anything really, belly button piercings and cunt piercings; bonus points for incorporating the piercings in bondage (i.e. being leashed by the nose, connecting nipples and cunt)

Tattoos

Shaved Head

Brands

Anything that is considered goth, emo, grunge or metal aesthetic

Cosplays

Clothes that scream slut or bimbo

Clothes appropriate for a particular scenario (business dresses for the office, a school girls uniform, cow outfit etc.)

Kinky Actions performed on me:

Spitting in my face

Emptying alcohol over my head

Golden showers

Forceful drinking alcohol

Drinking piss

Drinking sperm

Using my hair as a towel to clean the floor

Licking anything nasty (floor, toilet, shoes/boots, etc.)

Being told to pleasure (blowjobs, rimjobs, cunnilingus)

Slapping

Choking at the neck

Hair dragging and pulling

Choking in the throat

Breathplay

Slapping my tits

Torturing my tits

Torturing my nipples

Slapping my ass

Torturing my ass

Slapping my cunt

Torturing my cunt

Breast bondage

Insertion of random items

Fucking in all three holes

Tickling

Being dosed in freezing cold water

Humiliating writing on my body

Humiliating tattoos

Whipping

Flogging

Public disgrace

Kicking

Punching

Humiliating names

Overstimulation

Denial

Wax

Being used as an ashtray

Putting out cigarettes on my body

Water Bondage

Scenario Kinks:

Being tied and used in Public

Being tied and used outdoors

Being held in a basement or attic as a secret kidnapped slave

Walking into wrong part of town and getting used then and there

Being a teacher that gets used by students and other staff

Being in an office and getting used by the staff

Threesomes, Foursomes etc.

Gang Bangs and Orgies

Glory holes

Prostitution, Pimping

Pet play, pony play, hucow, pig

Age play (As long as every person participating and every character in the story is 18+)

Incest

Zoophilia

Race play

CNC kidnapping and breaking, then Consensual abuse and use

Based on my mood, fantasy(as in elves and magic)/science fiction/horror

Misogynistic fantasy (as in imaging a parallel universe) worlds

Some scenario ideas:

- Prison break with me as a hostage

- A lesbian mistress being broken

- A girl at a party getting drunker and drunker, everybody starts using and abusing her, more and more, until an entire orgy starts, and the drunken girl is completely broken and afterwards enslaved

- A real estate agent getting tied up by the potential buyers and used, then left behind

- A policewoman getting assaulted and used

- The successful CEO of a company getting dominated more and more, until she gives up her position to her master/mistress

- a racist white girl getting kidnapped by a group of non white people and abused

- a white girl that is leftist and queer, getting kidnapped by a group of white supremacists or nazis and abused for being a race traitor

-a female boxer getting demolished in a fight and used thereafter

-a female boxer winning an important fight and getting kidnapped and abused by the loser as revenge

-being brought by my owner to a public place (like an erotic cinema or sex shop/like a normal store, gym locker, public space like libraries, etc., public open space as in a park, public restrooms) being chained or tied up there and to be used and abused

- Being forced by my captors to mate with dogs

- being held in a dog cage with another dog

- being trained as a pony girl

- being held as a hucow slave, bred and milked

- being held as a pig in a mud pit

- Being trained by my parents to be their sex slave

- Being trained by my father, to be a sex slave together with my mother

- Being trained by my brother(s) to be a sex slave

- Being trained by my son/daughter to be a sex slave

- Being the class/university/office slave

- being kidnapped and sold to another country

- Being left in a trash can, for anyone to find me

Any of these can have additional subs or bottoms besides me, like a friend, a sister, a colleague…

You have a kink, that is not listed on here? Go on and ask me about it. It is very likely I won’t have huge feelings either way about it and will probably be okay.

If you are looking for my list for kinks I am into as a domme, click here!

Thank you for reading! <3

[unbindingisaac]

Pre-Transition

The Beginning

I've felt uncomfortable in my body and in the world my entire life. I had a traumatic birth and was born with my eyes swollen shut, a dislocated shoulder, and jaundice. Within a year, I became very ill and had to take a medication that wiped both the bad and good bacteria out of my body. I dealt with pain, illness, and discomfort and didn't like being held or touched. I hated how clothes felt on my body, and one time my dad even duct-taped a diaper onto me because I kept escaping them (I ended up escaping that one too).

Childhood

My discomfort went beyond physical pain and illness. I have always struggled with my gender identity and fitting into society. Growing up with two sisters, it felt clear to me that I was different from "other girls". When I was potty trained, my parents let me pick out my own underwear as a reward. I chose the boys Ninja Turtle underwear. I still hated wearing clothes, so I could often be found naked or just in my underwear. Whenever my family and I did go clothes shopping, I always picked out "boy" clothes (usually basketball shorts and t-shirts).

(note my Ninja Turtle undies)

Elementary School

When I entered elementary school, I did get bullied for being "weird" and wearing Spider-Man clothes because Spider-Man "isn't for girls". I loved Captain Underpants and wanted to make comics just like George and Harold--I even sent in a letter to Dav Pilkey.

I don't think the adults around me were worried too much about my gender presentation--I was always just constantly told that I was a "late bloomer". As time passed, the girls around me became more and more feminine, but I stayed the same. In my mind, I thought that everybody was born androgynous/gender-less and that becoming a girl/woman is something that one grows into. I figured that this "late bloomer" thing was taking effect and that I would grow into a girl, but I didn't.

Middle School

Then puberty began setting in. I cried when I had my first period and my sister said, "you're a woman now!" One of the most upsetting moments was when my chest grew too big for all of my t-shirts to fit comfortably. My body was blooming into girl/womanhood, but my mind and spirit weren't blooming with it. The bullying got worse and worse as I entered upper elementary and middle school, and I was so miserable that I ended up switching schools in 7th grade. I felt so uncomfortable all the time.

While I had more friends at my new school, I was still unhappy. After discussing options with my parents, we decided that maybe a more stimulating and mature environment would improve my life, so we talked to my school about skipping a grade.

High School

I skipped 8th grade and started high school as a 13-year-old. This change just led to feeling more isolated, uncomfortable, and behind my peers. My family encouraged me to present more femininely. My mom took me shopping for more "girly" clothes and had my older sister show me how to put on foundation and mascara. My mom told me that I had to try wearing makeup for 6 months before I decided it wasn't for me--she thought that I would get used to it and become more comfortable if I just gave it a try. Really, I felt strange and embarrassed, and I still remember when someone laughed at me for how my makeup looked--makeup that I didn't even want to be wearing. But I kept trying. I wore my hair long and sometimes styled it, and I experimented with more feminine versions of my usual outfits (like wearing t-shirts with a lower neck and tighter cut and wearing shorter jean shorts instead of basketball shorts).

Despite my efforts, things weren't going well for me. At lunch, I sat alone in the hallway, hidden next to a stairwell. I started being sexually harassed at school by a couple of older girls and began having panic attacks. More and more, I felt imprisoned by my body and the world around me. But that's when I got an idea....what if I cut my hair? For so long, I had hidden behind long hair and side-swept bangs that covered my face, but what if I let that all go? I told myself and my family that I wouldn't be sexually harassed if I looked less like a girl, and I got really excited about looking up short hairstyles. Finally, I scheduled an appointment at a hair salon and got my long hair cut into a truly terrible pixie-style haircut.

(okay, so it didn't always look like this, but you get the idea XD)

Although the haircut was objectively not good, I felt really free. One of the first things I did was post pictures of myself on an alternate Facebook account where I pretended to be a boy.

Still, I was scared and confused by my feelings, so I occasionally tried to make the "girl-with-short-hair" thing work, but that never really lasted long.

(notice that I'm wearing a Finn hat--I wanted to be him so bad)

Most of the time, though, I looked like this:

When I went out in public, people started calling me "young man" and "bud", and I was surprised that being perceived as male didn't particularly bother me. I kept thinking to myself, "I can't be transgender, there's no way." I would look at myself in the mirror and struggle to connect with the person I was seeing and to figure out what it all meant. I'm not exactly sure how I ended up on LGBTQ+ Tumblr blogs, but I did. That's where I first learned about different gender identities, saw people who looked like me, and heard stories from people who had similar experiences. I wasn't fully ready to accept the idea of being a transgender man, but I felt really excited when I learned of the term "gender fluid". That's when I started having.....

The Realization

[cinawol]

It's clearly been on your mind for awhile so how do you feel now that you've taken the plunge back into full tape on style diapers? Everything you hoped for?

i'm still reeeaally not a fan of adhesive tabs 🥹 i'm hoping i'll feel better about velcro tabs!

[ducktaildl]

Where do you buy your diapers and what kind brand/style do you get? Thanks.

Thank you for your question. I buy from many places, mostly german site SAVE but also diaper ministry and some Swedish sites like Max Diaper. The brands are too many to line up here but the M4 and L4 are favourites and also diapers with reusable tapes as I tend to wear really thick with multiple layers.

[diapion]

I Have FINALLY Found A Pullup Diaper Brand That I LOVE!

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