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How'd you find out you liked diapers?

How often do you wear diapers?

Do you use your diapers?

What do you use your diapers for?

Are you incontinent?

On a scale of 1 to 100, how much do you love diapers?

How long have you been wearing diapers for?

What's your favorite diaper(s)?

What's your least favorite diaper(s)?

Do you wear onesies over your diapers?

Do you wear diaper covers over your diapers?

Do you wear plastic pants over your diapers?

What type of clothing do you prefer to wear with your diapers?

What's your favorite thing to do while diapered?

What's something you hate doing while diapered?

Do you wear diapers to work?

Do you wear diapers to the doctor?

Do you wear diapers while working out or playing sports?

What's your favorite diaper print?

What's your least favorite diaper print?

If you could design a diaper print, what would it look like?

If you could design a diaper, what features would you give it?

If you could have a lifetime supply of 3 different diapers, which brands and types would you choose?

Do you prefer to wear medical or abdl diapers?

Do you prefer high, medium, or low absorbency diapers?

Velcro, or adhesive taped diapers?

Cloth backed, or plastic backed diapers?

Do you wear pull-ups at all? Do you like them?

Do you own underwear anymore? Or do you only have diapers now?

Have you ever had sex while diapered?

Do you wear diapers during sex?

Are diapers sexual for you?

Has anyone ever changed your diaper?

Have you ever changed anyone else's diaper?

Do you have a diaper bag? If so, do you bring it with you everywhere you go? What's in it? What's it look like?

Have you changed in public before?

Have you changed at someone's house before?

Does anyone know about your diapers?

Do you have any diaper lover friends?

Did you make changes in your life to accommodate you wearing diapers? If so, what?

Have you ever been caught wearing diapers?

Have you leaked your diaper in a bad situation? What happened?

What position do you like to change in? Standing, sitting, laying down?

Do you have a changing table?

Have you ever bought diapers from a real store? Was it embarrassing?

Do you own a swim diaper? Do you wear it to the pool? Do you have to wear it to the pool?

Do you use cloth diapers?

Have you ever tried to make your own makeshift diaper? What was it made of? Why did you make it?

What's something you DONT like about diapers?

Are you ready to be diapered by mommy and been taking good care of?

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#PIED & #docile

Mommy couldn’t help but smile as she finished fastening the tapes snugly into place. Her little had tried so hard to sneak diapers out of the nursery again, and now here he was—blushing, pouting, but secretly relieved to be taken care of.

“Oh sweetheart,” Mommy said gently, brushing her hand across his back, “you don’t have to hide who you are here.”

The nursery was her favorite room in the house. Soft blue walls, neatly stacked diapers, tiny outfits folded with care, plush toys lined up on the shelf—it was peaceful. Safe. A place where her littles could set down the weight of adulthood and just exist in softness.

Watching him relax on the changing table, she felt that familiar warmth in her chest. Taking care of him wasn’t about embarrassment or teasing. It was about comfort. Routine. Security.

And lately… she’d been thinking.

The extra crib space in the corner. The empty shelf waiting to be filled. The quiet that sometimes settled in when her little was at work pretending to be grown up.

Mommy leaned down and kissed his temple.

“You know,” she whispered with a playful smile, “Mommy’s heart is big. I think there might be room for more babies in this nursery one day.”

His eyes widened slightly, and she giggled softly.

“More cuddles. More story times. More sleepyheads who need diapers and reassurance.”

She wasn’t replacing him. She wasn’t taking anything away. Her love wasn’t something that ran out—it multiplied.

She straightened up, adjusting the blanket over him.

“This nursery was made for nurturing,” she said warmly. “And Mommy was made to take care of her babies.”

In that cozy little room, surrounded by soft toys and gentle light, she imagined it—more giggles, more shy smiles, more littles finding their safe place in her arms.

And mommy smiled, knowing her family was only just beginning 🧑‍🍼🤱🍼.