Diapered Girls

Thirsty baby 🍼

But can i take my bib off? don't need that daddy🎀

Bib + bottle: @littleforbig

Daddy noooo 🥺

I’m not tired at all soo I don’t need a nap 🐇🥱

Onesie: @onesiesdownunder

A quiet, peaceful spot in the garden, nestled in the soft shade of the overhanging trees. There she lies on a blanket, completely lost in her own little world, carefully coloring with her favorite pencils.

She gently shifts, making a soft, sweet crinkle. Her thick, candy-patterned padding is full on display as she concentrates on her pages, looking so small, safe, and perfectly content. Just a sweet little girl, entirely untroubled by the big world outside. 🎀✨🍭

Onesie: @onesiesdownunder

In regressing prison for adults you follow a very strict routine. You wake up at 6am in your cots you are taken out and in your dorm of men and women you are stripped bare and washed down and placed into your uniform

you then head to breakfast in high chairs where you are fed mushy puree food and then cleaned down. As you are fed the Nannie’s take you one by one for a nappy change

you then follow a strict lesson plan where you are sat like children at a desk where you are taught kind hands, kind words, how to share, how not to speak loudly and how to follow the rules

the mortifying lessons are the same for the entire year and you have to repeat back what mrs has said.

Of course not all adult women listen and follow the rules. For these women the punishment is simple. A public outing to the local park

you are visible for all to see as you are made to play on each price of equipment, if you say no then it’s a spanking and clothes are removed

one women once came back sobbing stark naked

nappies and bottles are of course bought and the women will know they will have a minimum of three nappy changes infront of everyone

on return three months will be added to there sentence. It’s another level of humiliation but these women must learn

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It was something she never wished to stop and hoped for no one outside of her family to ever know.

Elizabeth Salazar, highly competent lawyer in her 32 year prime would hate to admit that she acts more like a babied ten year old than a fully grown adult whenever around her mommies. She would melt into a puddle and hide under a rock if her ck-workers ever saw her in her pampers. Or if they knew that she goes without pants like a potty training toddler whenever she's in her diapers because it's easier for mama and mommy to check when she's wet (blushhhyyy). And she hates that mama only lets her use her baba if she’s watching tv to drink anything (after spilling one too many drinks).

But what was worse was that although she found it embarassing to have to do all of these things because her mama and mommy say so, it also was something that she absolutely loved. It was almost everyday that she asked Vicky or Alyssa for her baba so that she could watch Barbie and take a nap with her milky.

Ahem, I mean milk. She defientely doesn't ask for "milky, mama!'

And oh my god her diapers. She had such a complicated relationship with them. They were diapers that were always cute and never simple. Mama said it was a reminder of the fact that she was mama's little girl always.

And for now, Ellie was okay with that.

But then came after her nap when her diaper was all askew and the back sagged heavily,

That always meant that it was time to go upstairs and wait for mama to come in and change her pee peed tushy.

“Look at that wet hanging diapie Ellie!” Vicky would scold. “Get on that bed and suckle your bottle with your botty up please!”

Abd Ellie would do so while mama gathered all her diaper changing items.

Ellie wanted to complain! I promise she did! It’s just that she had no leg to stand on as she laid in her tinkled pampers, drinking from her bottle. The worst part was when mama made her lay there with her legs up in the diaper changing position 🙈😭. It always seemed like an eternity before mama came back to wipe her soggy botty and woo woo 😔

I think when most guys fancy the idea of finding a manic pixie dream girl who has daddy issues..... they assume it's just going to be a moderate amount of whimsy and maybe a stuffed animal or two.

Pertaining to me? There's a certain type of energy that I require and attract. I like to joke around that I'm not looking for a boyfriend.... I'm looking for a parent. Although realistically, I do support and bring worth to all of my relationships.....But my type of partner has to get comfortable with the multiple daily diaper changes, needing teethers at the ready, and constant coddling.