FOR Diaperlovers✅

Never getting potty trained.. staying in diapers all throughout elementary school, then middle school, then high school, then as an adult.

Not being allowed to wear clothes that look too "grownup." Not allowed to wear boxers or plain clothing. Only allowed to wear shirts with cute designs, onesies, and footie pajamas.

Not being allowed to drink from a cup. Only from a baba or a sippy cup. And always being required to wear a bib when eating.

There's no transition from a crib to a toddler bed. Only the cribs get bigger as you get bigger. Your room always stays as a nursery. Cute designs on the walls, a changing table, baskets filled with diapers, and a closet full of adult baby clothes.

- sharing smiles in soft small moments

- watching the waddles intensify as their diapers grow fuller

- making someone blushy about how bodacious they are as Mommy's

- diapers being so used to the absolute max that the little tries to hide it

- creating new crinkly memories

- providing peace for others to play while being padded

- giving gentle guidance through the mutual giggles

- catching a cutie trying to be naughty in their wet diaper

- soothing fussy ones

- the sound of soft coos mixed with babbling

- teasing during tummy time with tantalizing touches

- pleasuring a padded pee pants

- feeling the latching of lips during nursing time

- when someone fully embraces themselves and their headspace

Your aunt, knowing you didn’t wear diapers at home in spite of your occasional bedwetting insisted you wore them for bed at her place

She fastened it onto you with a quiet firmness.

You blushed but were too shy to say no.

Over time, she diapered you earlier each evening, the ritual starting right after dinner.

Later she even began reassuring you it was okay to wet before bed since it was just more convenient.

Eventually she even started hinting that poopy diapers were normal for bedwetters, her tone soft but deliberate.

One night, after her hints, your curiosity got the best of you and you filled your diaper with poop.

When she smelled it her chest instinctually pushed out and she quickly peeked down the back of the diaper like you were a little boy.

As she changed you, wiping you clean with steady hands, she slipped a pacifier into your mouth to “calm you down,” her eyes gleaming strangely.

Soon, afterwards a baby bottle was introduced. Finally, she offered time at her breast, but strangely you noticed she only fed you that way if you’d filled your diaper with poop, her gaze intense with maternal fulfillment

Image credit Milky Shell

“Let me do that for you, sweetie.”

“You’re too little for big-boy tasks!”

"Oh my god, already soaked?😅"