"Just go in your pants, bud, that's what your diaper's for."

Seated in the booth at the diner, soaking your diaper while Daddy orders for you.

Me wearing a conductor hat: “All aboard the potty train! Oh, sorry, kiddo, looks like you don’t have a ticket, no potty train for you. Yep, there’s no potty training in your future.”

"I thought you said you were giving me a choice!" you whine as you see Daddy enter your bedroom holding a thick white diaper. He laughs. "I am. You can wear your diaper like a good boy OR you can get a spanking THEN wear your diaper." he says.

“Woah, there, champ! What’s the rush? Let Dad check your seat, then you can go play.” I say as you come running around the corner. You begrudgingly approach with a huff. I smirk in response as I pull back the elastic waistband of your shorts. Your diaper is obviously soaked, but I take my time

Well, I went from like 6 diapers left to 80-something. Got my house to myself for a month or two finally so restocked.

My internet was down this morning and I had to watch over the air TV like I was staying home sick from school in the 90’s.

I want to erode your self-image and identity down to that of a child. I want to reduce you to the sort of person who sees yourself - unprompted - as a toddler. Someone who not just uses diapers but feels they BELONG in them, who feels most comfortable with a paci, a plushie, and Pampers.

Reward-based diaper training.

It’s not something I’ve really talked about publicly before, but I’ve been experimenting with chastity cages for a while now. I’m not wearing one daily, but here and there for a few hours at a time. They can pair well with diapers. Not sure if I’ll incorporate them into my stories or not.

He makes a good point.

This is sort of a blanket statement, but I like to cover up in bed when I sleep so I stay warm.

You can't hold it any longer, you can't help yourself. You get into a low squat. It comes easily. You feel the warm mess pushing out into the seat of your diaper. You grunt subtly from around the nipple of your pacifier as you feel your diaper sagging and straining against your denim shortalls.

Exhausted from a day of rigorous university classes you walk through the door and set your bag down. Daddy looks up from his spot on the sofa. "Welcome home, champ." he says as he stands. He approaches and takes you by your hand. "Let's get you into something more appropriate." he says paternally

"Daddy?" You ask in your most childish voice. "What is it, kiddo?" Daddy replies. He takes a sip of his coffee. "Can I use the big kid potty? Please!" You ask as your stomach rumbles. Daddy laughs, choking and slightly spitting out his coffee. "Please, Daddy!" You plead.

You sit on the floor obediently playing with your toys at Mommy and Daddy's feet while they chat with their friends. Thankfully they mostly ignore you, but you know you're obviously drawing attention. How could you not be, with the way you're dressed? Daddy selected your outfit today, a green

middle/little that is potty trained but constantly getting put back into pullups/diapers for the convenience of their cg... Road trip? Running errands where there might not be an immediate bathroom? Movie? And of course, even if there IS a bathroom available at that moment, the diaper is already on.

Oh hey kiddo, what’s up? You need a new office chair? Cool we can do that. Oh, you want one of those super cool car seat looking ones that gamers have? Sure we can do that! Oh that’s not what you meant? Honestly I suspect Dad #1 knew that deep down. Maybe not even that deep. Enjoy work kiddo!

You sit on the floor obediently playing with your toys at Mommy and Daddy's feet while they chat with their friends. Thankfully they mostly ignore you, but you know you're obviously drawing attention. How could you not be, with the way you're dressed? Daddy selected your outfit today, a green

You walk through the festival with Daddy and your little brother. You feel the pressure in your bladder growing with each step. "I gotta go potty." your brother says as you walk near the porta-potties. "We'll wait for you here." Daddy says.

Happy Valentines Day

The middle urge to be babysat and have a crush on your babysitter while simultaneously feeling like you’re too old for a babysitter, but still trying to spend as much time as possible with them because of your crush and they find the whole thing cute.

Just thinking about casual diaper changes… At home, in public. Wherever and whenever Daddy or Mommy decides. You’ll find yourself lying on your back with your pants around your ankles, your diaper fully exposed.

“That’s a funny Halloween costume.” Daddy’s friend says as he motions toward you, standing submissively next to Daddy sucking on your pacifier, wearing only your thick diaper and a T-shirt. ”What costume?” Daddy laughs as he gently pats your bottom.

Sorry, using the toilet requires face verification and an upload of your ID now. If you don’t do that you’ll be in restricted use mode (diapers).

Reminder that if you wear diapers, you always have access to a gender neutral bathroom.

😡 When you whine to Mommy that Daddy is making you wear diapers and she backs him up, agreeing that you're just their pants-pooping little boy now.

I think somebody’s got poopy pants.

You sit in your car seat smiling as you listen to the nursery rhymes Daddy's playing for you. You look up and see him smirking at you in the rear view mirror. "Did you have a good time at the doctor's office, champ?" Daddy asks.

Grown-ups talking about you as if you’re not paying attention while you run around in your jammies,excited to watch cartoons before getting dressed for the day “He sure has a lot of energy today!” “Wow, they’re fired up this morning.” “Somebody slept well.” “She’s sure excited for her cartoons.”

Daily regression gummies, but Daddy tells you they're your "vitamins". They don't immediately turn your brain into mush, but they build up their levels in your body gradually. Every day you lose a little more aptitude, a little more coordination, a little more maturity...

Remember as a kid all the marketing for toys and whatnot made it seem like adults were jealous and not allowed to play with them cause they were too lame? Maybe it was a 90’s thing, like hey parental units you suck you can’t play with this toy, kids only. Then there‘d be a cool guitar riff?

This is you.

Exhausted from a day of rigorous university classes you walk through the door and set your bag down. Daddy looks up from his spot on the sofa. "Welcome home, champ." he says as he stands. He approaches and takes you by your hand. "Let's get you into something more appropriate." he says paternally

"Thanks to your new underwear I can hear you coming from a mile away." Daddy laughs as you approach him meekly, your diaper crinkling loudly with each step you take.

Who needs a timeout?

When I hear someone say “fulfilling” I think they sound like a stuttering little announcing they’re going number two in their pants.

Is really cold. - 15 Fahrenheit and windy. I‘m looking forward to spring.

I think this book’s a little advanced for you, kiddo. Let’s find something more on your level.

I know you're not a baby, buddy. These aren't baby wipes, they're "Bro Wipes". It says so right here on the package. And you don't wear diapers, you wear...ah, who am I kidding? You wear diapers.

From “They’re just in case you wet the bed…” To “They‘re just in case you wet your pants…” To “Why do you want me to take your diaper off? Because you have to go potty? Your diapers are MADE for going potty in, silly. Just go in your pants, buddy.”

Okay, deleted my last post because it was weirdly getting attention from clearly non-little, non-abdl accounts.

Given @liononmane.bsky.social 's restocking of the change table... I don't think potty training is one of our resolutions this year... Happy New Years.

Good morning, kiddos. I hope you all enjoyed the fake New Years countdown I played for you at 8 pm right before I put you to bed.

Uh oh… 🩵

I ordered food and the driver told me the lady who owned my house in the 90’s was friends with his grandma and he used to hang out here. It was built in 1970 and I‘m the third owner. it reminded me this place has a whole history.

"Go on, sport. Open your present." Daddy coaxes. You reluctantly do as you're told. Your diaper crinkles loudly from under your dinosaur jammies as you scoot your butt forward on the floor, closer to the Christmas tree. You hear some of Daddy's family members giggling behind you, but you try to

Making a snowman with Daddy.

If your partner is introverted and gets grumpy in social settings you can just put a pacifier in their mouth or give them corner time and people will understand they cant talk right now