CosmicCuteness

You set it up, she was going room to room cleaning and making the beds. No one else was home so you took your pants off, put your fresh diaper, wipes, and powder on the bed. Then laid down and started untapping your soggy pamper. You were so excited to get caught your little PP was hard when you opened your diaper and pulled your legs back for her to see upon entering. You pretended not to notice her, and proceeded to wipe your own hairless ass and balls.

She came in the room and was surprised. She at first probably thought she caught you masturbating and put her head down and said sorry in Spanish. But as she went to close the door her eyes drifted back to your tiny little stiffy, she tried to stifle a giggle unsuccessfully, and then lingered a little longer. Your horniness turned from excited to ashamed. What the hell were you doing? But at the same time your Nanny's shock and amusement changed to apathy when she noticed your diapering supplies.

Thinking she had just laughed at a kid with special needs in her care. Horrified, she went into Mother mode. She dropped what she was holding and approached you to help. She said a few words in Spanish you didn't understand then grabbed a wipe with one hand and your ankles with the other some how. She held your legs back and proceeded to wipe your ass clean. She then grabbed the fresh pamper and slid it underneath you with one motion. She powered you, taped the diaper up over your stiff little willy, and patted your freshly padded bottom. She then got up and proceeded to continue cleaning your bedroom.

You were left stunned, shirt on, no pants, diaper out for anyone to see. Humiliated, yet so turned on, not knowing what to do next. You tried not to make eye contact with this woman who had just seen you naked and changed your diaper. So naturally you stared at her big natural bust that was swaying as she cleaned. At your age it was hard not to focus on that once you noticed it. Especially with a tiny boner that would not seem to subside.

She watched you out of the corner of her eye. Still feeling guilty for laughing at your baby penis. When she took this job she had really no idea what your Mother told her to do. So she just made it up as she went along. Cleaning and doing laundry, cooking and watching her son. Had she missed something? Did this woman expect her to diaper and care for her son as a baby? She noticed he wore diapers around the house a lot. But she figured they were for bedwetting and he was too lazy to change out of them in the morning. Did white family's keep their kids in diapers this long?

Noticing you staring at her breasts still, she stopped and looked at you thinking to her self. "Is this boy horny or hungry." Feeling like she already messed up this day, she decided to throw caution to the wind. She sat on the bed next to you, dropped the top of her low cut dress and looked you dead in the eyes. Shocked by her perfect natural Mommy milker's, the humiliation, the shame, and the EXCITEMENT that had unfolded today! You felt your little PP start to switch. "Oh no," you thought as this had happened to you quite frequently around women. You were building up, your balls were tightening, and you were about to premature ejaculate into your diaper in front of this woman. In one last grand gesture to communicate with you, she stared in your eyes and made a sucking face, indicating she wanted you to SUCK HER BREASTS! Overwhelmed with hormones you leaned in to FINALLY feel a real boobie, with your MOUTH! But the change in the angle of your body when leaning caused the smallest amount of friction in your diaper and you exploded in pleasure! Shaking, moaning, and probably going cross-eyed, you caught your self from falling over and leaned back at the last second. Convulsing, whimpering, and instinctively humping your baby load into your fresh pamper with your thumb in your mouth... It became clear to anyone what had just happened. Especially your Nanny.

That's it, baby. Crawl to Mama. Good boy! You can do it, sweetie! Oh, you look so cute! Having you mentally regressed was definitely the right choice. I should have done this years ago!

What's the matter, little one? You're making a funny face... Awww! I know what’s going on! Is my former husband doing a whoopsie in his diapie? Is he? I think he is! I think someone’s having a biiig accident in his pants! Hahaha! What happened to that big ego of yours, huh baby? Did Mama make it go bye-byes? Did Mama turn you into a silly, messy baby who’s utterly dependent on her for everything? I think she did!

Big diaper butt for Big Diaper Friday!

🙈 you must have spidey senses or something! I haven’t been wearing much lately, but this past weekend I enjoyed some kinky time!

"So...I see you've had some more changes at home."

Reflexively, you pull your eyes away from the wall you've been staring at for the last 15 minutes and meet the gaze of Miss Heather. For a split-second, you even feel the urge to speak, but running your tongue along the rubber nipple of the pacifier in your mouth reminds you that Quiet Time isn't over yet.

That's how every therapy session has begun since your step-mom started sending you here. Miss Heather says that when they arrive for all-day counseling sessions, patients are often bursting with disorganized thoughts: rants and imagined fights and jumbled lists of wants and needs. You were one of these tricky patients for her, talking a mile a minute about how your cruel step-sisters had tricked your step-mom into thinking you were wetting your bed.

So now every session starts with Quiet Time. Miss Heather sets a timer on the TV screen for 30 minutes and you just...wait. Once in a while she makes an observation or poses a question, but you're not meant to respond: just listen and think. When you struggled with this, that's when the pacifier was introduced. Gigantic with a baby-pink shield that bobs ridiculously when you swallow, it ensures that Quiet Time lives up to its name.

You go back to staring at the robin-egg blue of the office wall. What had she said, "changes at home?" If there were a Pulitzer Prize for understatement, Miss Heather would be a laureate a hundred times over. You shift uncomfortably, grimacing at the soft squeak your patent leather shoes make against the hardwood. This is the first time your step-mom forced you to go to therapy in one of your new outfits: a frothy little gingham dress with opaque white stockings and ridiculous pink ribbons fastened to your hair. You feel your face flush as you imagine how you must have looked, mincing into the office on 4-inch heels and sitting gingerly on the couch.

Always careful movements like that. You're not sure why you put in so much effort: Miss Heather knows about the diapers. Every night and now every day, your hips are bound in the bunny-soft padding of a thick, disposable diaper. They crinkle when you walk, they crinkle when you eat, and they seem to crinkle when you don't move a single muscle at all. But still, you try not to crinkle so much with Miss Heather. She may be the last person in the world who thinks of you as anything more than a diaper dumping loser.

Or is she? As if reading your mind, Miss Heather speaks again: "Did you have any accidents since our last session?"

You can practically feel the blood rushing to your face and turning it scarlet. She KNOWS you don't have accidents! Not real ones! You've told her a hundred times. Your step-sisters Lauren and Olivia had faked all those accidents by splashing liquid on you or your bedsheets when your step-mom wasn't looking! The only reason you use your diapers is because you're not allowed to take them off! "They're too expensive to waste," your step-mom would say. And with all the bottles Lauren and Olivia forced you to drink when they pinned you down, you could never hold it long enough to have a dry diaper at changing time.

You make a facial expression at Miss Heather to communicate that you're angry and you want to talk. The TV screen shows there are still 8 minutes left on the Quiet Time clock, and you chew your bobbing pacifier furiously. She continues to look in your direction, her expression unchanged.

A minute passes and you're still feeling tense; your bobbing pacifier settles into a rhythm as you count down the seconds to when you can make your feelings known. Tick. Suck. Tick. Suck. Tick. Suck.

"You're so pretty today with those ribbons in your hair. Do you feel pretty when you're dressed like that?"

That's it. The pacifier shoots out of your mouth like a projectile as you spit it across the room. It clatters across the hardwood. You rise from the couch and stamp your foot, the block heel of your patent leather shoe clacking comically.

"Are you kidding me right now?! I look ridiculous!" You yell. You're practically trembling. You're an adult who just refused to keep sucking on a pacifier: a perfectly reasonable reaction in any other context, but there's an icky feeling in your stomach like you just did something very bad.

Miss Heather's expression remains unchanged. For a few agonizing moments, you simply stare at each other across the room. Then, slowly, she rises to her feet, saunters across the room in her tight jeans and converse, and retrieves your pacifier from the ground. With non-chalance, she walks back over to you, and you're practically hyperventilating as she pushes the rubber nipple between your lips again. Your cheeks bulge as you reflexively swallow, suckling for air. Suddenly your moment of rebellion feels so stupid, so futile. So immature.

Miss Heather slides back into her chair and gestures for you to sit. You obey, more hyper-aware than ever of the giant crinkling diaper under your butt.

Without a word, Miss Heather reaches over to her smartphone and taps at it a few times. With a blip, the timer on the TV screen changes from 05:17 to 60:00. She's reset the clock to a full hour.

That's not the change that bothers you, though. In big block letters at the top of the TV, you see that Miss Heather renamed the timer. Your therapy sessions no longer begin with your Quiet Time. They begin with your...

Binky Thinkies.

Hmm... It smells like someone in here has a little surprise for me. Now who can it be?

Not me…

Oh, of course not, Bella. And since you’re innocent, I suppose you don’t mind if I take a quick look inside your diaper?

(silence)

Hmm... It smells like someone in here has a little surprise for me. Now who can it be?

Not me…

Oh, of course not, Bella. And since you’re innocent, I suppose you don’t mind if I take a quick look inside your diaper?

(silence)

These unicorn diapers are only for girly little babies, and a good baby fills her diapers to the brim. 🦄🎀

Super cute design.

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A while ago, I answered someone who asked if I could recommend more ABDL blogs here on Tumblr. Since my post received lots of likes but is a bit outdated by now, I decided to provide another (most likely incomplete) overview for all of you diaper-weirdos out there.

All blogs are of course exclusively run by and about adults.

If your blog is not included but you wish to be added, please send me a PM and which category you would like to see your blog added to. Keep in mind you need to be a content creator, just re-blogging is not enough.

Some of the blogs are mentioned in several categories.

Blogs mentioned have been active within the last few months.

No blogs with mainly commercial interests.

Let’s start with …

Girls living their best 24/7-diapered life (… or at least wear and enjoy their diapers a lot):

@onemoretime-99

@asiandiapeecutie

@diaperedlexi

@misspandapants

@diaperlexi

@blackrasbaby

@babyfluffybutt

@bitsybunbun

@fetishalex1900

@soggystrawberry

@kayleeheartkins

@little-lucy-morningstar

@lilbabyfae

@ann277

@yesyouneeddiapers

@serah-in-diapers

@diaperedlilgirl

@dainty-dollette

@crowindiapers

@requincouche

@littlefroganddaddy

@fairyprincessjess

@lolita-in-the-mist

@daddyslittlesnugglebunny2

@iamprincessbabyluna

@lil-ariel-and-daddy

@dominanovem

@littlesiren-song

@reagansweetsxo

@mutineer123 ( @consecratedbelle )

@daddysdreamydollie

@sweetasme

@jejes-world

@daddy-and-hislittlegirl

@littlegirlanddaddy

@akinkycouple

@werenotadulting

@cumpliantly

@josiedl

@littlehunnybee

@wildishbambinaa

@diapergirlfaye

@lolaandthensome

@kittenwears

@ma-diapercouple

@padded-princess

@cutelilbutterfy

@prinz34

@hi-its-babygirlcora

@paddedfordaddy

@littlefina

@littleskittle19

@laura-iwittlesissybabys-weird

@monsieur–s

@nicasnursery

Mommys who know how to make sure that their littles are properly diapered:

@mommykandbabylove

@ickymommy

@badbehaviorxx

@foxiemystique ( @missfoxiemommy )

@themissvee

@bbboyandsnacktress

@begoodformommy

@bebadformommy

@mommy-wants-to-play

@mommyandme1

@babygirlandmommy496

Amazing AB/DL story writers, either as single/multi-part stories or captions:

@all4thedips

@deeperdiaperdesire

@boysrbabies

@paddedlittleparadise

@3yobbg-2

@helplesslyregressed

@crinklyfantasies

@tobereadindiapers

@infantilebliss

@quietlyhumiliated

@diapergirlstories

@wittl3sissybaby

@bby-kimmy

@mellowsadistic2

@regressionrevolution

@2sissy2christi

@dprdom

@picfab

@thediaperedathlete

@alteredstates14

@omnomnomdomcaps

@moodxxl

@nannychloetales

Tips & tricks on how to enjoy the AB/DL world (e.g. diaper training, wearing at work, …):

@kali-is-an-abdl

@serah-in-diapers

@diapertrainingashley

German community:

@deletedtom

@windelgirl32

@littlefroganddaddy

@prinz34

@temporarilyunavailable-404

@tamagottchy

@mamilena