Baby Devin

Your caregiver decides they want to train for a marathon to get in better shape. They invite you to train with them. You happily accept, excited they want to do something so big with you for once.

The next day, you get dressed in your best fitness gear, including the thinest pull-up you have, so it won't interfere with your gait.

When you step outside, your caregiver, who is standing next to a large running stroller, laughs.

"Oh, sweetie? Did you think you were running with me? No! I just figured you'd love the long stroller rides. Plus, the extra weight will make the running even better for me!"

They then walk over and pull back the waistband of your athletic shorts.

"Oh, baby! These won't due! It's a long ride, and I don't want to stop for changies!"

Fifteen minutes later, rather than running next to your partner in your tight fitting active wear, your strapped into a stroller next to your favorite stuffie dressed in your thickest diaper with a childish onesie. Your grumpily sucking a huge bottle of milk as the gentle rocking of the stroller lulls you to sleep.

In just three short months, your caregiver finishes the marathon in the best shape they've ever been. Countless miles of running while pushing you in a stroller paying off.

In contrast, you feel softer and weaker than you ever have. Despite traversing the same miles on the road as your caregiver, you've spent them fully restrained, napping in a soggy and often messy diaper.

YESSSSSSS 🎉🎊🎉

littles who have been thoroughly potty trained, so much so that they simply can't use their diaper without a lot of concentrated effort... but they really want to wear them and use them

they're just so anxious about it! how whether or not their padding will absorb everything right, if there'll be any leaks, if they should get into a certain position, if they, as an adult, could/should even be wearing a diaper....

but it's okay because their caregiver is there to help ease these worries and make using their diaper something to be celebrated!!! there's praise, there's rewards, there's encouragement!

and, whenever the little tries to come up with an excuse about why they should probably be using the potty instead, it's hard to argue when their caregiver is able to give them a good reason that a diaper is actually the best choice, from explanations like:

"I just cleaned the toilet and it'll be a shame to dirty it so soon"

"we're low on toilet paper, and I don't want to have to go to the store yet"

"it'll be a long drive home, you'll hurt your bladder and risk a UTI if you don't use your diaper"

"you're too little to use the potty all by yourself, and I just started making dinner, so you'd have to wait until after dinner, because we don't want the food to get cold, do we?"

"I can't pause the movie, it'll ruin the pacing; using your diaper will preserve artistic integrity"

"babies use their diaper, and you're my baby :) "

Easter egg hunts. The idea of hiding all of your big kid undies in eggs and replacing them in your dresser with diapers sounds pretty fun to me.

Especially if we make the rules simple. Like say, you have an hour to find the eggs containing them all, what you don't find in that hour, you can say goodbye to for quite some time. And if you don't find at least 7 pairs of underwear, you will have to deal with at least one mandatory diaper day a week. Adding a day on for every pair less than 7. So say if you only find 5 pairs? That's 2 days of mandatory diapers.

🤔 Needing diapers because you don't know when you have to go.

😵‍💫 Needing diapers because you've been conditioned to forget your potty training.

😶 Needing diapers because you were never potty trained in the first place.

🔐 needing diapers because your caged nub leaks all the time.

♠️needing diapers because Daddy's friends used you too roughly at Poker Night.

🏥 Needing diapers because the Doctor gave you a 'special surgery' and now you can't feel anything down there.

The reason doesn't even matter anymore....The fact is you are dependant on your diapers now.

IS THIS WHAT YOU CRAVE?!😈

That’s right my little ones, IM BACK 😈

Daddy Max’s old account was terminated but I have made a triumphant return and plan on servicing all you diaper butts, furries and sissies again…just like old times😏

I AM MOMMY AMAZE

I AM ABDL MOMMY

SEEKING ABDL BABY OR SISSY TO OWN

Like if you are Ab/dl

Image Credit: This is NOT my image. All credit goes to @mommyandbabybruce for this incredible picture!

"Okay, baby, just like we practiced, ready?"

My husband swallowed audibly, extremely conscious of the other, more virile man with a possessive hand wrapped around my waist.

"P-please dear," he wavered. "I won't do it again, I swear. Just please don't make me do this."

I frowned and tutted disapprovingly. "Is that how babies talk?"

"I'm not a baby..." He dared to mutter.

I gasped and put a hand to my lips. "You're not?! Do you hear that, Daddy?" I asked, leaning in to my boyfriends chest. His arm tightened around me and my kitty started leaking. "The little guy here says he's not a baby. That means I don't have to do any more of that silly 'boobie' time stuff." I said, referring to the times when I graciously let my poor hubby suckle on my nipples while I stroked the crotch of his fat diapers. I grinned widely as he let out a long, pathetic whine.

"Wait, wait, no please. I'll do it. I'll do it, please let me do it!"

As pathetic as it was, we both knew it was the last shred of sexual activity he had with me and I knew he was desperate beyond belief to hold on to it.

I used a finger to start tracing the hard muscles of my boyfriends chest. "Mmm.. I don't know. What do you think, Daddy?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Damn, I'll never get used to this shit. Did he really beg you for this?"

"Oh, absolutely," I replied. "He kept whining and begging to call me Mommy. It was all so sad so I decided to play along with the little tyke." It was true, at least partially. He had wanted to try some more femdom play in the bedroom, and I saw a chance to work in some of my... interests. It was a win-win, really. Plus, its not like it's my fault his little dicky never gets harder than when I'm taping him into a fresh diaper.

My husband started to protest. "But that's no-"

"Shush!" I said fiercely, giving his toddler harness a warning tug. "The adults are talking."

Daddy chuckled at my husband's meek compliance and grabbed my ass. "Ok, fine. You got me interested. Go ahead and let him do whatever fucked up thing you thought up." He laughed again.

I grinned sweetly and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, sir."

I stepped forward and bent down. "Come on, honeybunny. Show-time. Can you be a big boy and scoot around to face Mommy? Can you do dat? Hmm?" I patted my legs for effect, the way you do to get the attention of a distracted toddler.

His diapers crinkled loudly as he turned around and sat back, studiously avoiding any eye contact with the superior man in the room.

"Good boy!" I cooed approvingly, leaning forward just a bit more and patting his head.

His eyes were locked on my cleavage and I knew his little nubby would be hard and compressed as a diamond in his inch-long baby cage.

"Okay, sweetie. Just like we practiced. On three."

He nodded and looked away. "Yes, Mommy..."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"If you're a cucky and you know it, clap your hands."

...*clap* *clap*

"If you're a cucky and you know it, clap your hands."

*clap* *clap*

"If you're a cucky and you know it, with a tiny dick to show it, then you're a cucky and you know it, not a man."

*clap* *clap*

...

Except for my husband's quiet sniffles of shame, the room was quiet until my boyfriend let out a bark of laughter and pulled me back into his arms.

"Ok, you got me. I guess I'm a little fucked up too cause for some reason that turned me on."

I leaned in to put my lips against his ear while reaching down to grab at his thick cock through his jeans. "Mmm, good."

We started kissing and pawing at each other, movements getting more and more frantic until a plaintive whine cut through the haze.

I rolled my eyes and gently pushed my lover away. "You head upstairs, I need to take care of the little-guy real quick."

He snorted in annoyance and glared at my husband, who in turn cringed and began to suck on his thumb. Daddy looked back at me. "Fine, but unless you want a spanking you'd better hurry the fuck up."

As he stomped upstairs I reached for my phone and pulled up the app I was looking for.

My husband's eyes went wide as saucers. "Mommy NO!" He cried.

I tapped the screen.

Signals from my phone zipped through the air to connect with the two tiny receivers inside my husband's diaper. The first one set the head of his chastity cage buzzing, relentlessly stimulating the sensitive head of his baby dick. The other caused the hollow-inflatable plug filling his pansy-pussy to rapidly deflate.

The back of his diaper rapidly ballooned outwards with a day's worth of "smushies" even as he had a #3 accident in the front, his cucky clit dribbling its mess all over the interior of the diaper. He was wailing and crying as he lost control over seemingly every bodily function and I stopped the vibrator to shove a fat paci-bulb between his lips and lock it tight around his head.

He looked at me, teary eyed and weak.

I smiled and cupped his cheek in one hand. "Mommy needs to go play wrestle with Daddy now. You be a good boy and make squishies while I'm gone. I'll change you when he's done with me, kay?"

I'm back! Please reblog so others can find me again. Getting a little tired of having to restart from scratch, but Tumblr seems set on getting me off (tehe) of their site. Not today, Tumblr. Not today.

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I'm back! Please reblog so others can find me again. Getting a little tired of having to restart from scratch, but Tumblr seems set on getting me off (tehe) of their site. Not today, Tumblr. Not today.

Please like, follow, and reblog! Help this wittle sissy get her followers back!