#ab/dl fantasy

[puddlesandpadding]

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?

[rakkausmt]

Oops

[little-abdl-blog]

So, my cg and I thought of something, and you’re just gonna have to bear with me here, but CG/L countryhumans neighbourhood groupchat, enjoy:

US: New Year, New me

Russia: the same pompous asshole I’ve always known

US: hey, no, I promise I’ll chill out

Russia: you say that every time yet you never change

Syria: I’ve also had a change

France: ohmigod! You broke up with Russia! Thank you

France: littles shouldn’t be left alone though, do you want to crash with Mommy France for a bit while I look for someone serious

Belgium: I don’t think that’s a good idea France, you’re clearly about to regress yourself

….

13/05/1949 16:40

UK: isn’t it funny how West Germany is Austria’s Mommy Domme, but East Germany is Russia’s baby girl

US (Eisenhower era): not really, it’s just a matter of who’s bigger

UK: Not true, Singapore and Thailand look after Malaya alongside me, and they’re no bigger in size nor projectable power

Canada: Awww! Can I have a play date sometime soon

UK: I can arrange that! The prospective mommies are so cute and I love them

….

20/02/1964

West Germany: *picture of Austria, snug as a bug, in bed with an Empress Sisi plush, and drool all over her* what a cute little girl I have

France: awww 🥰 that’s so sweet

Luxembourg: I sleep like that

Belgium: and it’s very cute when myself and the Netherlands wake you up and you’ve gotten drool over your blouse

Netherlands: sweet baby, messy baby girl

Luxembourg: 🥵🥰😍

….

12/12/2002

Timor-Leste: I’m curious, if you’re partnered how long have you been together

Germany: 120 years with my baby girl Austria

Belarus: 400 years with my beautiful mommy Russia

Russia: 💖 I love you too, Bella

Vatican: myself and Malta have been together since the Second Crusade

Austria: that’s 800+ years, longer than any of us

Norway: incorrect, I have been with Sweden and Denmark for a thousand years

Italy: *picture of Little Slovenia from around 2 BC* isn’t she cute?

Greece: Macedonia’s for 2450 years, we’re both switches, so we swap dynamics a lot

China: Korea for 3,000 years

South Korea: we’ve been done for 80 years

DPRK:💖💖💖😍 Mama China

Ethiopia: at minimum 40,000 years with Somaliland and Eritrea

Timor Leste: and before me, who has the most recent relationship

Uzbekistan: I’ve fallen in love with China too! 💖

DPRK: we love our protective mamas! 💖

Italy: y’all are heartwarming

[daraona]

That they pull my braids while they fuck my ass, that’s all I need today. Daddy milk milk milk milk

[yesmasterblog]

I need them to be heavier….

[maddie-dog]

The Marathon

Your caregiver decides they want to train for a marathon to get in better shape. They invite you to train with them. You happily accept, excited they want to do something so big with you for once.

The next day, you get dressed in your best fitness gear, including the thinest pull-up you have, so it won't interfere with your gait.

When you step outside, your caregiver, who is standing next to a large running stroller, laughs.

"Oh, sweetie? Did you think you were running with me? No! I just figured you'd love the long stroller rides. Plus, the extra weight will make the running even better for me!"

They then walk over and pull back the waistband of your athletic shorts.

"Oh, baby! These won't due! It's a long ride, and I don't want to stop for changies!"

Fifteen minutes later, rather than running next to your partner in your tight fitting active wear, your strapped into a stroller next to your favorite stuffie dressed in your thickest diaper with a childish onesie. Your grumpily sucking a huge bottle of milk as the gentle rocking of the stroller lulls you to sleep.

In just three short months, your caregiver finishes the marathon in the best shape they've ever been. Countless miles of running while pushing you in a stroller paying off.

In contrast, you feel softer and weaker than you ever have. Despite traversing the same miles on the road as your caregiver, you've spent them fully restrained, napping in a soggy and often messy diaper.

Despite that, you couldn't help feel a sense of pride as, after your caregiver hoisted you out of your stroller and onto their hip at the end of the race, a woman places a finisher's medal around your neck as well for, "Being such a good little baby for the whole race."

[sissikellicaptions]

Another diapered day

6 months ago you would never have thought things would be going this great. At least, you think it's going great. Life was exactly how you always wanted it to be, and you were completely on board with your current status.

It wasn't easy. You had read all the captions and stories of forced submission and blackmail, when really it rarely would have even been like that. What the captions did get right was the daddy who would happily take on a new diapered partner.

You left everything behind. Family, work, your hometown, almost everything that was in your name was sold or bought to give you enough money to start a new life with the man who promised to treat you how you wanted to be, a diapered, sissy pet.

The first week was a blur, the situation and seductive mixture of fear, shame, humiliation and bliss had your body quivering from the strong hands of your new partner as much as a light breeze from the open window. And everything you said you wanted was given to you.

He had a stockpile of diapers and dresses, skirts, low cut shirts, pink cloth and frills, all at the ready. Your diet and his exercise plan was making your body look how you always wanted, and your hair had been growing out well. The evenings were full of both bondage and freedoms, and you were surprised at how despite the whirlwind opening, the uncertainty of fetish and normal activities from day to day kept you feeling content and everything fresh.

It's funny how perfect things ended turning out. Daddy was what he said he was and gave you what he said he will. You work from home allowing you to provide funds for fun time and keeping your secret enough, while the thrill of working in thick used diapers was still exhilarating. There was no catfishing, there was no bait and switch, and there was no forced exposure to your previous life acquaintances. You just left and moved into a new life.

Today was just another day in your diapered new life. You had a new name given to you by daddy, who knew that the no walking in the house rule was being followed since you asked for it. You loved not knowing if you would be in your nursery, tied up and listening to him enjoy the company of a woman, or if you'd spend the night alone with him, and even then not sure if you would be laying and relaxing next to him, or kneeling and serving in front of him. But you knew that today would be exactly what you wanted. A life that was as calming, warm, and enjoyable as the feeling of a freshly used diaper.

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Photo is not mine, credit goes to original owner. Contact me if you would like credit for it, and if you would like me to remove it from the page.

Photos of me for captions coming soon, promise. Have time frame for photo shoot set, just waiting for it to arrive.

Story is a work of fiction. All events, people, and places involve potential problematic behaviors and depict scenes for fantasy purposes only.

[littleprincessbug3]

Bug's diapered maid service 🤍

jff / more links

[diapee-girl]

Sleeping in my last diapee, til the delivery man arrives with more 🥹

[daraona]

GN

[hollythedopamineslave]

cute guys or girls who start to cry when they wet themselves but aren't shamed for it and instead receive comfort and hugs nhnuhnjuhnjhnhnjh >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[rakkausmt]

Relaxed

[daraona]

SPOOKY SEASON 🎃🎃🎃🎃

[soaked-to-the-skin]

Imagining wearing a pull-up under my skirt to the club because I can’t be trusted to hold my pee in when I get drunk. I finish two drinks really fast then start dancing with my friends, I get tipsy right away and feel the alcohol hit my bladder like a rock. I hold it at first but all the jumping around makes a spurt come out. I’m glad I’m wearing a pull-up so I don’t have to worry about it! I keep dancing and leaking more and more until I’m just peeing hard and soaking my pull-up. Ah, feels so much better!!

Later I get a third drink, and I can sort of feel the need to pee but everything’s getting fuzzy, I’m such a lightweight. I get a fourth drink, and I barely know what’s happening or how I’m still standing and dancing. Warm pee starts leaking into my cold, totally soaked pull-up, I don’t even notice I’m having an accident until I realize that I suddenly feel warm. I’m struggling to control it and I’m peeing steadily now, until I feel something wet dripping down my leg. That sobers me up enough to grab my crotch and stop the stream, but just barely.

My friend sees me squirming in desperation and says “oh do you need the potty?” I nod miserably, shuffling my feet. “Is it an emergency?” I nod again, whimpering. They grab me by the arm and I stumble with them to the bathroom, one hand tightly gripping my crotch through my soaked padding. Luckily the line for the potty is short, I can’t stop squirming the whole time. We make it inside but there’s no stalls open, so my friend drags me to a urinal. I’m stuck with my hands wedged between my thighs, on the verge of leaking again. Without asking, my friend reached under my skirt, grabs my pull-up, and pulls it down, making me lose my grip. It hits the ground with a wet smack and people turn to look, and my friend says “this one can never keep their pants dry, what a baby!” The people who were looking all giggle or smirk at me, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I’m too drunk to stop any of this, though, and about to pee all over the floor.

My friend lifts up the front of my skirt for me and I aim for the urinal the best I can, but a lot of pee splashes down my legs and onto the floor instead. My stream feels endless, and the sensation of emptying is orgasmic. I can’t hold back a moan as I piss in the urinal and on myself, and my friend smirks. “You almost done there, potty pants?” I nod, breathless, and feel the last trickles drip down my legs. They pull my cold, clammy padding back up, guide me to the sink, and wash my hands for me.

We meet back up with the others and I’m so far gone that I don’t know what they’re saying, but there’s a lot of gesturing at me and glancing at my wet legs. They all steer me outside and the same friend grabs my hand. It appears that we’re leaving because I peed all over myself, which would be embarrassing if I was sober enough to care.

It’s a short walk, but halfway there, I feel an urge and suddenly start peeing full-force into my soaked pull-up, which overflows within seconds, making my legs feel warm again. I stop walking and stare down at my feet as my piss splatters on my boots and the sidewalk. “Oh you poor thing,” my friend says, “your little bladder is so tired!” When I’m done going, we keep walking home, well my walk is more of a staggering waddle because of how full my pull-up is. All I can think is, I really hope someone helps me shower tonight.

[tales-in-abdl]

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