#diapered24/7

[paddedfluffyears]

I've been in the same diaper for 13 hours

[playfulsubspace]

Cami's complaints about her tummy were the prelude to a descent into a very different kind of discomfort. One minute she was whining, the next she was being led, not to a comforting bed, but into a dimly lit "dungeon," her protests silenced by the quick work of the nurse. The mittens were the first sign of her impending helplessness, a deliberate move to prevent her from interfering with the impending humiliation.

The pink pacifier gag came next, a final surrender of her voice, the soft plastic pressing against her lips as her world narrowed to a muffled silence. Deep into the strange space between her ears, where protest was useless. But the real violation was only just beginning. She hardly noticed the hand slipping down her diaper, the subtle intrusion of the tube into her soft, padded tushie, the preliminary steps of a cruel and unusual procedure.

The nurse, a figure of cold and calculated precision, moved with a clinical grace. "Nurse, fond of her medical kink equipment, loved using her syringe to deliver a soaking surprise to her worthy diaper sub." Pump after pump, the syringe pulled water from the small tank and pushed it back, deep inside her, a slow, insidious invasion. "Watch Cami squirm and wiggle while she feels herself getting fuller and fuller." The sensation was strange, a mix of discomfort and growing panic as her body expanded with an unnatural fullness. It was a meticulous torture, her every squirm and wriggle a testament to her complete lack of control.

[steppvc]

Juste relax

[independentdiaperjourney]

I have had a huge breakthrough this week in my relationship with diapers that I had been battling with my whole life. I’m now grateful to be able to be 247 and completely dependent

[disfunctionaladult]

I had to do a backseat diaper change in the Walmart parking lot.

[cutemessylilgirl]

Daddy caught me on the toilet trying to poopy and made me stop and not poopy no more in the toilet wipe and get a diaper on but before I put it on I have to scoop out the poop that was in the toilet and not mash it up getting it out in the process then put it in my diaper and poop the rest of what I have in my diaper he said it's my portable potty and has to be on me at all times so I don't miss a poopy he knows I love to poop and is always trying to catch me using the toilet he says baby's don't use toilets k daddy no toilets 🥺🥰😁.

#ABDL #DIAPERED24/7 #INCONTINENCE #ILOVETOPOOP #MAKEMEPOOP #NONSTOPPOOPING #IBSLOVE

[eastcoastdl]

Had a bladder spasm while making a pot of coffee at the office. Trying out the Supreme Lites from Northshore, not sure how they rate in comparison to the Supremes.

[paddedfluffyears]

I am the mommy now. Ignore my undies.

[playfulsubspace]

The pink of the diaper was a stark contrast to the humiliation etched on his face as he knelt there, a pathetic offering in his wife’s twisted game. It wasn’t just the diaper, it was the painted nails, a subtle mark of forced femininity, and the final, blatant indignity - the funnel, jutting out from his diaper like some cruel, mechanical appendage. "My wife has her own mobile toilet"

He knew better than to resist; his struggles were always met with a cold amusement that did nothing to soothe his pride. He was no longer a person, but an object, a convenient receptacle for his wife’s needs, a walking, talking, diapered… toilet. The funnel was the final piece of the puzzle, a clear message that his body, his most basic functions, were now entirely hers to command.

The humor, or rather the absurdity of his situation, was lost on him, but it was there, simmering under the surface of his shame. A living, breathing, mobile toilet. He was both ridiculous and disposable, a perfect example of her control, and it was this grotesque, objectifying view that was the real punchline.

[wettenaboy]

Better Stock up, during this untraining program 🤗

[aurora-jane-o]

So I don’t usually wet st night without noticing but I did last night #DL #ABDL #Diapered24/7

[wingedloverconnoisseur]

All girls should be diapered24/7

[disfunctionaladult]

Today's diaper I'm wearing to go hunting.

[cutemessylilgirl]

Woke up as I always do in the mornings 🤤🤭🥰❤️ my usual routine cup of coffee 1 scoop of laxative and that's it the rest is history I love pooping 🤤🤤 esp the big long fat turds they Def make my diaper swell and me squishy then when the lax kicks in is my fav part cause it just comes out fills my diapers the pee makes it wet and soggy to and keeps it that way mmmmm yes 🥰🤤❤️😁 im 4yrs old 👼 #neverchangeme #diapered24/7 #incontinence #laxativelove #lovepooping #makemepoop #regressionschool

[playfulsubspace]

The bright lights of the streaming setup felt like a spotlight on my shame, every shadow a reminder of the small, padded cell that was now my prison. I shifted against the restraints, the medical straps digging into my skin, a futile attempt to escape the humiliating reality. I was dressed in this ridiculous blue onesie, a stark white diaper peeking out from beneath, and the cuffs on my arms and legs were a constant, chafing reminder of my captivity. My mouth was gagged, and I could only watch the taunting messages flood the chat as the camera zoomed in, my terror laid bare for all to see.

I glanced at the chat box, a tidal wave of cruel words washing over me – some mocked my predicament, some made lewd suggestions, a few even offered to “help” my tormentor. This wasn’t a game; this was my life, reduced to a public spectacle. I tried to yell, to scream, to do something, but the white ball in my mouth robbed me of my voice, and the straps held me firmly in place. This was her doing, this "Mistress," who had stolen my freedom and now was showing me off like a prize.

Then she moved into the frame, her voice amplified by the microphone, a honeyed poison that dripped with mockery. "Look at our little boy," she purred, her hand tugging at my restraints, and a wave of laughter flooded the chat. "He tried to trick me. He thought he was smarter than me. But who is laughing now?" I could only watch as she adjusted the camera, giving the audience a closer look at my tearful face. "Our little Ethan can't talk with that big ball in his mouth. But he can see all of you. He can see what his actions have caused." This "punishment," as she called it, was about more than the diaper and the straps; it was about stripping me of everything, making me feel as pathetic and powerless as possible. I was trapped, a live-action punishment play performed for the twisted amusement of strangers and my cruel captor.