ABDL Captions

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Say cheese.” I said.

I couldn’t help myself, I kinda just had to take a picture because she looked so beautiful and I felt really nice. When I saw her diaper so clearly visible, I thought I needed a picture of this gorgeous woman. I don’t know if she flashed me on purpose. 

We had a nice night. We went to a restaurant and afterward she wanted to walk in the park. And when we passed by the playground, by the swings, we stopped. She ran to not quite the nearest swing and sat there, her jeans skirt riding up and showing her diaper.

I saw it was wet, but I already knew that. I had seen it earlier when she had bent upright to fix her shoe. I’m pretty sure she meant for me to see it then. When she stood back up I ran my hand over the back of her diaper and felt the wetness and I squished her butt. I knew for a fact that she liked it, because she turned to me smiling softly with a mischievous look in her eye and put her own hand on the back of my diaper.

“You’re wet.” she said in a sing-songy tone. And she slapped my butt. Then we kept on walking and saw the swings.

I just wasn’t sure if she had meant for the skirt to ride up so high or she didn’t care. I don’t think she cared. No one was around. And even when people were around she didn’t care, people knew what ABDL meant now. They weren’t shocked to see a diapered lady anymore.

Taking the picture, I did think: is she peeing herself? When I asked her right after, she smiled.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” she said as she wrapped her arms around my back. She brought me close to her. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so bad. I dug my fingers into the back of her diaper and brought her closer to me. I might’ve done it a bit too forcefully, because I heard her let out some yelp. But her embrace only became stronger. The moment her diaper touched the front of my diaper, I nearly came. It made me turn away from her for an instant, but she put her hands on my face and made me face her. I got to enjoy looking at as she prepared to go for the kiss.

And at that moment, I thought, “I wanna marry this girl."

"Drop your pants."

"But Daddy, what if someone sees?"

"Then they'll see how cute you look."

Melissa did not have time to obey that her daddy was already pulling down her shorts for her.

"Mmm. Aren't you a cute baby." he said, staring at her padded butt. "I don't want you to care if anyone sees, baby."

He ran his hands on her stomach, on her back, on her bottom. Pigtail wearing, diaper-clad Melissa had no chance. When Daddy said so, she obeyed. His big strong hands, his commanding tone, the comfy diaper, it all made her mind go blank. No more self-conscious than a little girl, her worries melted away and she smiled back at Daddy, her pants around her ankles.

"I'm a cute baby!' she giggled and kissed those fabulous lips on Daddy's face. She turned around to enjoy the nature with childlike wonder. A butterfly delicately landed on her pointer finger. She stared at it in amazement. Thankfully for Melissa, no one was around to stare in amazement at her padded condition.

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Josephine was at home and, feeling extra confident and sexy today, she decided to have a little photoshoot. Didn't know what it was, she just felt good. Was it just her or did her butt look great in those jeans? Looked a little puffy, actually...

"Oh, right, must be my diaper!"

She giggled and wiggled, knowing full-well her padded butt was the envy of all.

Turning around, she unzipped the front of her jeans to reveal a thick white diaper covered with stars and teddy bears. She thought it looked so cute, but since when did she wear such babyish diapers?

"Uhh, since forever, duh!" she said to herself. "That's a great outfit, but I think I look better in just a diaper."

"Oh my god, I look so cute. I'm gonna send these to Jake."

She typed away at her phone, sending the photos of her proudly diapered to the guy she started dating a couple of weeks ago. Even better, she would see him again tonight.

"Mmm. Maybe it's too much. I don't need him to cream himself before our date."

But she was giddy when she saw him text back almost immediately.

"???" he answered back. "Do you like wearing diapers?"

His answer confused her.

"Yeah, how did you not notice? I'm always diapered"

"No, you're not? I've never seen you in diapers and this is the first time you've talked about this. I need to get back to work, can we talk about this tonight?"

"Sure" she texted back, and shrugged. "That was really weird, how had Jake never noticed? Anyway, doubt he's going to mind. Hopefully, he'll change me tonight!"

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“Don’t you think she looks like me? I mean, look, we have the same hair!”

As far as twenty-two-year-old Sasha was concerned, that her overalls failed to cover her diaper didn’t even register as a problem. No, she was much more concerned about what you thought of her dolly. You, twenty-two and just as overtly diapered as the girl in front of you. Because at this age, this is what hanging out with friends look like. 

You compared noses and mouths, eyes and chins, and concluded that yes they looked very similar.

“But the outfits are different.” you said.

“Yeah, but, like, we can change that!” Sasha answered. “Anyway, come on!”

She abruptly stood up and skipped her way down the garden. There was a stone path down the stretch of the house that she liked to play on. She would stand on one leg and hop from stone to stone. Very often, she would need the wall to stay upright. You followed her down the path, doing the same. You were on the stone just behind. She had a hand on the wall, the other holding her dolly, her diaper peeking from below her overalls. The jean fabric and the plastic of the diaper would rustle at every jump. She stood on one leg so adorably that you felt those little butterflies in your stomach that meant that you wanted to hold her and kiss her very much. And, yeah, you couldn’t keep yourself from looking at her butt as she was just ahead of you. That sight made you feel the impulse to lunge forward and tap the padding, but you didn’t, because you weren’t sure if she’d like that.

This actually seemed like a good private spot, between the wall and the wooden fence, to tell her all the other things you wanted to do with her. But that moment went away as she hopped to the next stone and by the time you had made up your mind, she was out on the grass and already thinking of another game to play with her friend.

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"Hmm... I wonder..." she thought aloud, a stream of pee warming her crotch.

"Daddy!" she shouted. And Daddy came in her office, their bedroom, running and slightly worried.

"What?"

She looked at him with a flirty smile and suddenly Daddy wasn't all that worried. She looked beautiful, his babygirl. Just a t-shirt, a diaper and a diaper cover. Actually, she never looked like that on a workday.

"Daddy" she started in a pleading high-pitch. "I went in my diapie."

"Mhm." he nodded, waiting for more information. She went in her diapers all the time, what's the big fuss?

"And I'm havwing so many accidents, I don't twink I should weaw panties anymowe."

Giving Daddy her best puppy dog eyes, she figured he'd agree in a heartbeat. She could see he was perching a tent.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, Daddy. I need diapies." her voice a little more strident.

"No, I mean, really, are you serious? I thought you didn't like going number 2?"

"Yes, I'm serious." her voice suddenly went much lower to her normal pitch. "Now that you mention it, I would rather use the toilet. Happy?"

"No, I think you're going back to diapers."

He headed to the drawers and pulled out her underwear. All of it.

"Won't need that anymore." he added, heading out of the room.

"Hey! I'm over it now." she said, following him to the kitchen.

"Too bad, I'm not, mrs. Pottypants." And he threw them all in the garbage. "What do you say?"

"WTF?"

"No, those aren't the word, baby. What are the magic words?"

He approached her, hugged her, and patted her diaper in a way that made her feel so good, so little.

"Thank you, Daddy."

She meant it, as she buried her head in his shoulder. She was a diaper girl. Daddy's diaper girl.

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"Daddyyyy!"

It was sunday morning and Natalie was running around in her PJ and nighttime diaper. On the weekends, Daddy knew his babygirl enjoyed sleeping in to recover from that very tough week she'd gone through. But, always the energetic little, Natalie sprang up from bed when she realized that Daddy wasn't there to be cuddled. She ran to the kitchen, where he was making pancakes.

"Daddyyyy!" she whined.

Suddenly, she stopped her whining and uncoordinated twirling. Her body was telling her she needed to go.

"Mm." she grunted cutely. Thankfully, the sound of the pancakes getting cooked covered the sound of her peepee flowing into the diaper and that little toot she let out. Natalie also happened to have terrific timing.

"Pancakes are ready!" Daddy said as he flipped them on a plate.

The woman squealed in delight and ran, saggy diaper and all, to the kitchen's table. She nearly jumped on the chair. As such, the mess in the back of her diaper mushed and spread. But she didn't care. A bib was tied around her neck and Daddy brought the stack of pancakes that he covered in real maple syrup and lovingly cut and fed to his girlfriend. Even though tomorrow she wouldn't look like a baby to her coworkers, she could be assured that Daddy would tape her up in one of those same thick babyish diapers for her to go potty in. And well, she's still a baby on the weekends.

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Cindy was making dinner in the kitchen. She often did, as she liked to cook. It was a happy place. A skill that she felt confident in.

"Can you set the table? I'm almost done." she said to her boyfriend.

"Of course." he answered.

On his way to take the plates from the cupboard, he smacked Cindy's diapered butt, which made her yelp. She never wore pants around the house anymore. Her boyfriend enjoyed the full view of his beloved's butt that looked too damn cute and sexy in a white diaper. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. The thick crinkly undergament, the formless padding when dry that became droopy when wet. That woman in a diaper was the sexiest thing he could imagine. And, my god, she was living with him, diapered and pantless.

It did have one drawback, Cindy wasn't as confident in her potty training skills as she once was. In fact, when her boyfriend slapped her butt, she realized she'd used her diaper and felt the mushiness on her skin. Her heart jumped and her cheeks reddened. She was already thinking about the change ahead. That man wiping her butt, because she couldn't help pottying in her pants like a two year-old was the sexiest thing she could imagine.

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"Aww. She's so cute like that. I never get tired of staring at that butt. Yep, baby, those diapers are alllll for you. No need to worry about that potty monster princess. You're going to be safe and soggy in your diapies."

"I don't think she's listening."

"No, she hears me. She's still a big smart girl somewhere inside. Aren't you? Aren't you? Yes, you are! But you'd rather play with your silly toys and frilly dresses like a cute little baby. Because you're so cute, I could eat you up! Gna gna gna!

"Is it wrong of me to think it's really hot you turned your ex into a baby?"

"No, I think it's pretty normal. Yes, honey, that's a diaper you're wearing! Do you know what it does? It holds all your peepee and poopoo. That's nice, right? Can you feel when you go? Oh, someone is wet. Do you know who? It's not daddy, it's not mommy, so who could it be? It's you, that's right! Do you wanna pick the next pack we open up?"

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Emily and Daddy went on a walk in the woods. It was early fall. The nights were cold enough to turn the leaves brown, yellow and red, but the days were warm, albeit with a crisp cool wind. As they were walking, Emily enjoyed picking up the fallen leaves. Squatting down and picking leaves. Bending down and picking leaves. Daddy thought it was adorable to see his girlfriend so childishly involved in her little world.

There was a small problem, however. This sweater, high boots and skirt-wearing girl looked like a young woman, but wasn't wearing panties. She was wearing diapers, as she always does, because she liked it and Daddy loved making sure his girlfriend was always padded. Normally, this wasn't an issue. But because she kept bending and squatting, Emily's diaper kept peeking. Even worse, at some point, her skirt got stuck and her diaper kept showing even when she was standing.

Daddy didn't bother fixing it, though. She was just too cute like that and no one was around. That is, until he heard footsteps on the crinkly leaves. He then went to his baby girl and fixed her skirt just in time. Not for a moment had Emily realized that her skirt was riding up. She simply kept playing in the leaves. Lost in little space and confident that if there was a problem, Daddy would fix it.

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"Uhhh- Sara? Why are you wearing a diaper?" You asked.

Your heartbeat was going absolutely insane. She didn't know you were ABDL, right? She wasn't ABDL, right?

"What do you mean?" Sara looked back at you.

"I didn't know you wore diapers, that's all. It's fine by me, by the way. I'm completely comfortable with it."

She wasn't wearing anything over her diaper. Which means that she was just hanging around the apartment in her underwear. Which you didn't remember her doing too many times.

"You didn't know I wore diapers?" She frowned and seemed to look at you for more explanations.

"Well no, I didn't."

"You know girls who DON'T wear diapers?"

You silently went back to your room to calm down. Furiously browsing your Instagram feed, then Google, and even old pictures on your phone, you realized she was right. Every single woman was diapered.

You went back to your roomate trying to act cool.

"Yeah, yeah sorry, I was just joking."

"Okay, good cause you were kinda scaring me hahaha. Can you change me? I have to go to work."

You nearly fainted.

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You had wanted this. When one day you were offered to unpotty train, you took it up. Do you know what unpotty training means? It means going back, step by step, every step of your potty training. Whatever success you achieved, milestone was reached, one by one they would fall.

It started with a noticeably smaller bladder. Shrinking every day. Then, you had your first accidents. It had shrunk just a bit too much and you hadn't adapted yet. You wet your pants. Your caregiver kindly decided to put you in pull-ups by that point. What was the use of you being out of them? Your bladder could only regress. These colorful pull-ups would be the most adult looking underwear you would ever wear. Soon the bedwetting would come and the daytime accidents would become daily. Soon, soon you will be in diapers. Forever.

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“Blaglabuhhhpfft” you babbled at your doll. With every sound, more drool ran down your chin. A small wet spot had formed on the blanket. You played on the gray blanket in the living room, dressed in nothing, but your thick and babyish diaper and knee-high socks.

Everything felt so soft and it felt so good to have your thumb in your mouth. Sucking it with great abandon. Your butt crinkling slightly as you repositioned yourself. Mommy watching you while reading a book. Smiling at her little angel. You didn’t squirm or feel any pressure when some warmth spread over your crotch. A small dribbling in an otherwise dry diaper. 

Then you heard a car park in the driveway. Excitedly, you raised your head and screamed when a man walked through the door.

“Da-da!” 

He came to pick you up, his hand resting on your padded behind. Your head resting on his shoulder. You were still sucking your thumb and a small wet patch of drool had formed on his shoulder. But the man was beaming and so was the woman who came to kiss him. And there you were, in the middle of their hug.

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Yeah, graduating from college felt pretty good. And, hey, you were leaving without debt! Actually, soon enough, you’ll have enough to buy a house. A little help from the parents here, a little scholarship there, a little paid internship here. I mean, things were really good. The only real downer here was your love life. Or social life even. It went real south, real fast. First thing was when you broke up with your boyfriend. It just…wasn’t working out. But then, one of your best friend, Eric, seeing as you were now single, decided to spill his feelings for you. Bad call on his part, you two stopped talking.

It’d been almost two years since you’d seen Eric, but then you got a text from him out of the blue. Strangely enough, his profile picture was that of a girl and his name was…Erica? You thought Eric was this straight cis dude, turns out he wasn’t! While you did miss Eric, you weren’t sure you would’ve answered a text from him. Erica on the other hand? You had hope that she was completely over you.

“Come in, come in.” said Erica’s mother. “She’s in the living room.”

You had been briefed that she was regressed. But still. This was a lot to take in. She was so pretty! And so cute! An absolute doll. But seeing a twenty-two-year-old woman dressed like that felt pretty weird. Pigtails, pacifier…a toy in her hand and a frilly dress on her. She looked so sweet, though. Then, you saw that huge bulking diaper.

When you talked to Erica, it felt like talking to your old friend, but a childish and feminine version of that old friend. A side you hadn’t really seen. She’d been regressed for a while now and, as it turns out, was into men! You did feel a bit giddy about that news. She wasn’t going to be into you anymore! Not only that, but it seemed you’d just made a girlfriend. Erica was easy to talk to and you were both so open to each other and you got to gush about your love troubles with the guys you were seeing recently and Erica got to daydream about wanting a big strong daddy to pick her up.

After a few hours, Erica’s diaper was soaked and needed changing. This was your signal that it was time to leave. But you couldn’t help yourself and offered to adopt Erica or at the very least babysit her. To have a babygirl like that would be so, so much fun, you thought.

When leaving Erica’s house, you daydreamed of a life with a boyfriend and your babygirl. Able to live your fantasy of a family life while giving your babygirl the mommy and daddy she wants. You could take her to the park, change her diapers, breastfeed her. All the mommy things! Your boyfriend wouldn’t be threatened after all Erica was a girl in diapers, a baby! And Erica wouldn’t mind one bit you’d have a boyfriend to have sexy time and go on dates with. I mean, what a life!

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“Mmm-mmm-mmm.” Elise sang to herself, unbothered and feeling cute as a button. Life got a lot easier after accepting herself. ABDL are adorable, why not wear them? Much more fun than medical diapers. She enjoys sleeping with the bunny and carrying it around her apartment even she’s well into her 20s. Who cares. Pink and purple knee-high socks? Yes, please! Cute onesies, pacifiers, bottles and toys? The more, the merrier! 

At some point, you have to come to terms with the fact that walking around in a diaper feels pretty damn wonderful. And no one is going to stop you from doing it.

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‘Twas the last few days of August. Kate and her boyfriend were renting a cabin in the woods up in the Pacific Northwest. It was the second year that they’d done so and, this time, were well aware of how quiet and isolated the cabin was. For them, this meant they could rejoice in each other and some activities best done away from strangers’ eyes. 

Diapers! Kate loved diapers. She liked how snugly they fit her, how crinkly they were and how adorably cute the prints were, especially her Little Kings. Meanwhile, Daddy loved seeing his little princess in diapers. All dependent on him. A beautiful woman giving up her bodily functions, because he thought she looked cute when she pissed herself. That, he loved.

The young lovers were taking a walk in the woods. Kate was thickly padded under her leggings. The diaper bulge was obvious, but who was there to see?

“Take off your leggings.” Daddy said on the wooden bridge.

“What?”

“Take off your leggings.” 

Kate obeyed and couldn’t stop smiling. There she was, in public, diaper visible for all to see. And she was wet. She loved when Daddy pat her butt and squeezed the wetter, saggier parts.

“You wish you were in diapers all the time, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You wish you were my little diaper dependent baby girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, honey, because…” Daddy whispered the last few words in Kate’s ear while massaging the front of her diaper. “That’s what you’ll be, forever.”

Kate came, unbearably excited by the thought of never using the potty again, and moaned so loudly a couple of sparrows flew away.

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