😺Babygirl😺

STEP 1 :

LEVEL 1 : sleep in a diaper every night

LEVEL 2 : integrate leaving the house in diaper

LEVEL 3 : wear a diaper 24 hours

STEP 2 :

LEVEL 4 : wear a diaper for 1 week (24/7)

LEVEL 5 : integrate diaper to socialize time

LEVEL 6 : integrate diapers into your sports routine and your hobbies

LEVEL 7 : integrate to buy diapers in real stores

LEVEL 8 : integrate diaper to go shopping (buy new clothes) while wearing a diaper

STEP 3 :

LEVEL 8: wear diapee during 1 month (24/7)

LEVEL 9 : integrate the diaper at work

LEVEL 10 : integrate the diaper when traveling

STEP 4 :

LEVEL 11 : wears a diaper for 6 months (24/7)

1 : wear loose-fitting clothing and wear panties that keeps the diaper in place on top, such as: underwear, compression clothing, latex panties ect... ! the best being the underwear

2 : I advise you to go outside with your diaper under your clothes, as if nothing happened! with practice you will even forget that you are wearing a diaper...

3 : remember that no one will notice your diaper (even if it is thick) if you have done the 2 things above... people don't pay attention to the detail of your body...

Leila worried about the door. Mommy slammed it open faster than any S.W.A.T. team could ever do. “Wakey wakey! Nap time is over, it’s showtime!”.

The day had come. It definitely wasn’t a year since her last birthday party, but Leila had no way to know what day or week it was anymore. All she knew was that there hadn’t been a winter since her last party.

“Yeth mummy!” she squeaked with that ridiculous lisp that she was expected to have at all times.

“Come on cutypie! Let’s start preparing you for our guests, they’ll be here soon!”

Leila knew all too well what that meant. But there was no way to get around that procedure.

After prying the girls diaper open, mommy immediately went to town with the wipes. She was very thorough, especially around Leila’s little bud.

“Wow, you really are a little bedwetter! How did all that pee get into that diaper in less than two hours? You know what, I think it would be better if we added some extra protection, don’t you think?”

“Yeth mummy. Of coawse.”  It had it’s upsides. More padding around her butt would mean -

“UUGH owwwww mommy” the little baby whimpered.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. I was a little rough, wasn’t I? I’ll turn it on as soon as we’re finished here so you’ll soften up a bit, alright?” Mommy asked.

But before Leila could reply, her diapers were already taped shut and she could watch her mommy grab the remote.

“oooh” she moaned as the powerful toy in her sprang to life. Rendered defenseless by the diversion in her crotch, the pink chastity belt was locked shut before Leila could even realize that mommy had pulled it out.

“Come on babygirl, let’s get you to your playmat.” Mommy ordered before lifting her off the changing table.

The ‘playmat’ was a euphemism for the towel she would spend her birthday party on. There weren’t any toys, but in exchange for that, handcuffs and a few diapers.

“Why can’t I sit on the table mommy? Can I pwetty pwease sit in the high chair?”

“I’m afraid you can’t sweetypie,” her mommy declined, “You’ll disturb our guests with your incoherent babybabble. But you know what, I’ll get you your bib once you’re tied up nice and tight, alright?”

And so it happened. Handcuffed, diapered and tortured by the vibrations inside of her, she waited for the guests to arrive.

And as she finally heard the long awaited Ding Dong, mommy turned the vibrator up a notch.

It was showtime.

Poor baby, you must’ve really had to go

Soft, clinging arms around my neck. The soft scent of baby powder perfuming the air. The quiet crinkle of my little girl’s fresh diapers as she nestles closer to me, her daddy. The sight of her tender body, innocently naked but for the clean white bulk around her rear. Her warm breath on my neck as she mews in quiet contentment… Such a wonderful sensory overload she brings to me…

She’s deep in little space now - so deep that she no longer has words. “That’s okay,” I mentally whisper, my hands wandering gently over her petite frame, wordlessly communicating my love for her. She’s my baby right now, not the cheery and capable executive assistant that everyone else sees during the day. She’s my baby, and no one else’s.

Sure, we have our games too. Like any good baby, she loves to play - and as befits a big baby, she loves to play some very big girl games too sometimes. We love make-believe of all kinds: that I’m a big bad villain who’s kidnapped her and sadistically watches her struggle in her bonds; that I’m a mad scientist gleefully brainwashing her into babyhood to find an elixir of youth; that she’s a shy little bedwetter whose old-fashioned stepfather is forcing back into diapers… Oh, we have fun; no one who’d hear her shrieks of pleasure or see the post-orgasmic glow on our faces would doubt that…

But sometimes little babies are too tired and stressed for games. Sometimes all they need is to come home from work on a Friday evening and let everything melt away in their daddy’s embrace. At times like that, I carry her to our nursery, strip her gently, and watch her mind quietly, easily slip backward into infancy as I softly massage the cool baby lotion into her skin. I watch the unconscious smile of pleasure emerge as I tape one, then a second, and finally a third diaper around her; she knows now that she’s going to be in baby mode for a very long time indeed. And that liberates her mind and her body even more…

I feel the stress and tension draining from her sweet body now as I hold her close. “Good baby,” I croon gently. “Daddy’s here… Daddy’s got you.” She mews again in wordless satisfaction, and I smile softly. “You’re home, baby. And everything’s going to be all right.”

The shy smile that she hides in my shoulder is absolute perfection. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such a sweet baby girl…but I’m never going to let her down. I’m her Daddy, after all.

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Having a beary fun time in my play pen 🥰

Disclaimer: All content is fictional, consensual, and intended only for mature audiences. All characters depicted are adults aged 18+ _

I want to slowly unpotty train you. I’d start by having you wear pull-ups at night beneath your jammies. You’d be so comfy, snuggled up beneath the covers with Daddy’s arms wrapped around you. I’d give you soft pats on your padded bottom and make you feel so at ease. I’d gently encourage you to wet them. That's what they're for, after all. And before too long you’d be wetting then every night.

I’d convince you to wear them during long car rides, just in case you fall asleep or can’t hold it quite long enough to make it to the potty on time. But then I’d make sure not to stop until after you’d had an accident. Then I’d gradually have you start wearing them more and more often during the day, like when we’re out shopping. I’d make sure to keep us busy so there’s no time for bathroom breaks. Besides, you don’t really want to use those nasty public bathrooms, do you? Using the protection under your pants is a much better option.

You’d be wearing pull-ups almost all the time. And most mornings, you’d wake up unsure whether or not you had wet during your sleep. Until over time, more and more often you’d wake up with a leaky pull-up and soaking wet sheets beneath your bottom. I’d put you back in thick, crinkly diapers, because the pull-ups just aren’t enough to hold your accidents anymore.

You’d be in diapers every night and pull-ups during the day, until I pointed out how much you love your diapers. How safe and swaddled they make you feel. I’d tell you Daddy loves you in diapers too, and I’d start putting you in then during the day as well. You’d let little leaks out here and there until you barely noticed when you were wetting anymore.

Soon enough, you wouldn’t have any control left at all. You’d helplessly fill your diapers wherever we are, even in public and in front of friends, family, and strangers. And you’d just grow more and more embarrassed, and more and more dependent on Daddy’s kindness and care. You’d grow to love your diapers until you were nothing more than the helpless, thumb-sucking little diaper baby you’d always secretly wanted to be. _

“Yes, but our original bet was that you’d wear them until you could stay dry for a full eight hours, like an adult. Remember sweetie?

“I AM an adult!” You said hotly.

“I’m still waiting for you to prove it to me. Maybe diaper #154 will be the one you keep dry. Now hush.” I said, pushing the mega-sized pacifier between your lips.

Before taping you into your new diaper I literally coated you with the powder you thought was baby powder.

You’d never suspect that the powder was composed of incredibly potent crushed up diuretics and laxatives. It was so concentrated and so powerful that the amount in your diaper would probably have been several lethal doses, if taken by mouth as instructed.

All I had to do was wait for the warm diaper to make you sweat, dissolving the powder and allowing a small percentage of it to diffuse into your body through your skin.

No matter how suspicious you got, you never solved why you were suddenly unable to go more than a few hours before filling your babyish padding.

You’d even tried eating and drinking sealed and prepackaged water bottles and foods, out of suspicion I was dosing your food, but of course that didn’t solve anything.

“Don’t get me wrong, the bet is fun, but another few used diapers, and I might just extend your babyhood indefinitely.” I said as I pulled your hair into the now-standard pigtails.

“WUH?! YU CANTH DO THA!!” You exclaimed into your pacifier.

“Think of it as extra incentive to keep your diapers clean.” I said with a smile.

Your stomach gurgled and you whimpered as the ‘baby powder’ began it’s work. To you it was like magic.

By now I had all the photos I needed to keep you obedient…and once your body got dependant on the laxatives, I’d start using real baby powder, cutting you off from the laxative you needed to pass stool.

Soon you’d be on all fours, pushing and straining to mess yourself. I wondered how long you’d try before you would be begging me to push the dildo-shaped enema nozzle deep into you and fill you to bursting with a quart of soapy warm water.

“maybe I’ll make it a nightly thing….fill you up before bed so you can enjoy your squishy diaper all night.” I thought as I helped you into the infantile dress you hated.

Strawberry can’t come to the phone, she’s a bit tied up at the moment.

Rachel had decided to go to college out of state. Tuition was higher because of it and she also needed to find a place to stay. Like many, she left college with heavy debts and a diploma that didn’t go very far on the job market. Things looked a little grim until she found an ad online on some kinky dating website she liked to browse. A couple in their thirties wanted a little to live with them. Actually, they were very specific. They wanted a young woman to roleplay as their teenage daughter who had never quite grown up. The couple were childless and they wanted someone who would fluctuate between a baby girl, a little and a middle. Rachel, just about to turn 23, already felt that life was going by pretty darn quickly and was attracted by the idea of playing younger.  It did pose some restriction. Diapers for one, which were expected to be used. Losing quite a bit of independence, she wouldn’t drive, cook for herself anymore, do laundry or have her own money. There was also the humiliating aspect of having to wear thick ABDL diapers at all times, even in public, and having two adults change her diapers whenever they wanted. It did come with some perks. Doting surrogate parents. No chores, no job, Rachel would have all the free time in the world to play games and lie around the house.

As you can see from the picture, Rachel took the deal. She loves the school girl uniform she gets to wear and at this point she doesn’t really notice the diapers. They feel just like underwear. Rachel has happily gave in to all her more childish preferences like sleeping with stuffies and taking naps while developing new habits like throwing petulant teen tantrums. And sure, dating had become a whole lot harder, but she could always hump her unicorn through her diaper. Rachel had adapted to her new lifestyle and, despite being in her twenties, was gladly living the life of a teen diaper girl.

Photo credit: Rainbow from DiaperedOnline

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