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You say you'd like to watch 4 full minutes of me struggling and fussing while tied up in my crib with a 3-layer diaper? Well...okay!

Today, I want to explore what diapers do for me kink wise as well as lifestyle wise.

Age regression:

For me, diapers give me the most little space in my head. Maybe it's the security of them, but they just make me feel safe and smol.

They tend to help my caregiver see me more as a little. Having gear to further a little space really helps the flow for our dynamic.

I really do have days where I'm glad I have them just for the emergency needs or just when I don't feel well. Being sick and not having to get up a thousand times is a plus.

I feel like gear wise. It really establishes the age you wish to act and regress too.

Comfort is out of this world.

Having Mommy coo and awe when she finds my diaper used. Makes me super blushy and feel so smol.

The cute prints make me want to watch small cartoons or color.

Kink wise:

Teasing and humiliation really make this kink 100 times more interesting to me. There are just so many scenes and scenarios to play out.

Training me to only make cummies in my diaper. This is really breaking my brain and making it harder for me to want to do them anywhere else.

Mama preforming checks and changes with others around.

Being made to be a beta baby whose soul purpose is to please her mommy.

Timed punishment. Being made to wear for extended periods of time or doubling down.

Mama using my diaper as her own personal toilet and strapping it back on me.

Being made me make pushies in front of Mama or our friends.

Some of you may heed this warning, but for some it may already be too late. And even so, many of you will be helpess to to stop it.

The more time you spend releasing and sitting in your own filth the easier it becomes, soon you'll find it becoming normalized. And before too long you lose track and struggle to remember how it got this far...making cummies in your diapers like this pathetic adult baby you see here.

- they won't get too much pleasure, which can overwhelm little ones

- no need to worry about little accidents while they play

- it's squirmy and cute!

- they won't get too long until the battery runs out, so won't get carried away

- if they're not really desperate they won't be able to cum, sometimes little boys think they need to when they don't

- little boys have a habit of having to pee after they cum, best they're in a diaper ready

- it's mean, which is good for putting them in their place

- their potty bits will stay in their diaper where they belong, pointing down nicely

- they stay safely locked up so you don't have to worry about any naughtiness

- if they are allowed to cum it'll be ruined and they'll stay frustrated and subby

Then you have to cutely ask a grown up to charge it. And when you get to play with it you never know how much charge it has 🙈

“Can you charge this for me please mommy?”

This is exactly why Emma is still in diapers. This happened in the book section right before we checked out with her new toys!

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Contains: Diaper use, punishment, ABDL

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You’d been grounded.

Grounded. For a month.

Like some kind of fussy kid who talked back to mom. 

And, well…that description isn’t exactly wrong, except that you were old enough to rent a car and you’d talked back to Mommy. And unlike ‘Mom’, Mommy had no problem playing her punishments dirty.

You couldn’t go out, not for anything fun. You could go to work, and come home, and that was it. 

The parental controls she put on the wifi, that was another matter. You could text, you could call, but the internet was a tool only accessible through her laptop, and only with her supervision. Even the TV was blocked; Mommy had changed her Netflix password. 

The real punishment was the chastity - she’d locked you up on day one, and outside of carefully supervised cleanup times, you’d have to say a long goodbye to your naughty bits.

Worst of all, though, was Mommy’s solution to make sure you were obedient when she wasn’t there to watch you.

The honor system wouldn’t cut it. Mommy wanted to know for a fact that you didn’t leave the house while she was away. She’d floated the idea of a shock collar, but found it too restrictive - what if there was a fire? An accident? No, she needed something better.

Her solution made you wish she’d gone with the shock collar.

It was simple, really - When Mommy needed to out on the weekends or in the evening, to run errands, or to spend time with her friends, or just because she felt like it, she’d take you to the bathroom, lay you down, and flood your bottom with a double-dose of fleet enemas. 

Then, once your bottom was well and truly full, she taped a diaper snugly around your hips.

Then, to truly prevent all tampering, she put on the locking cover. You couldn’t hold it, and you certainly couldn’t make it to the potty. 

If you left the house, even a little, everyone in smelling range would clock your mush tush in an instant. 

But, that was the point - You weren’t supposed to leave the house. 

You’d been grounded.

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Transcript:

“We’ll let you out when you remember how to get along.”

That had been the promise–or, perhaps, the threat. Despite having a set of interests that nicely overlapped in every way that mattered, the boys had been at each other’s throats the past couple weeks, in the sense that they’d been snippy and passive aggressive. Nobody cared what had started the tension, what mattered was that it brought the whole polycule down.

So, someone–nobody would claim responsibility–had planned the ambush. Convince both of them that they were going to get some special Baby time. But once they were tied up and too submissive to argue, the trap was sprung, and they were shoved together, buckled collar-to-collar, and pushed into a closet.

It was difficult to speak with their faces pulled together, and both were shy about the rumblings going on in their tummies, special insurance that their other partners have given them to give a little pressure to their reconciliation.

It didn’t take long for the boys to remember what they liked about each other. Without words to get in the way, their lips met, and that did all the talking that they needed.