Diapy Demon

1. About me (and the blog):

I’m an abdl little who is 22 years old and likes to write! I’d also love to make more friends in the community (more on that below)

My previous blog, Diapy Dragon, was killed by tumblr, so now I’m back from the dead as Diapy Demon 😈

This blog is strictly 18+; I do not support minors in kink (or any sexual activity for that matter), and I will insist that minors DNI!

Additionally, everyone is welcome here, except pedos, minors, and/or general assholes.

2. Rules for engaging with me:

My DMs and Asks are open!

…but there are some caveats to that:

First, it is extremely unlikely that I will respond to your DM or Ask if your blog does not have some sort of obvious age indicator on it. Once again, I do not support minors in kink in any way.

Second, I do have a committed monogamous partner/mommy, so please be respectful of that fact.

Lastly, don’t be afraid to have fun and get silly with me!!

3. Stuff about my writing:

This blog is mostly a place for me to write captions and stories with abdl and mdlb themes. Though, I’d also like to make more friends and talk with people in the community!

I occasionally write gender neutral stuff (tagged gender neutral reader), but I have a greater focus on mdlb because that’s what I personally relate to, and I feel it has less visibility than it’s mdlg counterpart. Mdlg/Ddlg/Ddlb/etc. is still super cool tho!

I’ll try my best to credit images used. If you own an image and would like it removed, please contact me, and I will do so.

Everyone is welcome here except minors, pedophiles, and general assholes.

Now that’s all out of the way, enjoy the blog!

Read Part 4

Read Part 1

“Good morning my new baby boyfriend!” Ashlyn’s sugary voice poured into your ears, just as the burgeoning morning sunshine poured through the nursery’s blinds.

“A-ash?” You blinked groggily, the events of the previous night slowly populating your mind.

“Nuh-uh baby,” She corrected, “It’s Mommy now. Can you say ‘Mommy’?”

“Right…” you groaned with sleepiness, “Mommy…”

“Good boy!” Ashlyn’s cheeks bounced with joy, “Auntie Mary is making breaky in the kitchen for us, so after I change that diaper of yours we’ll get your tummy nice and fed.”

“Uhh M-mommy,” you frowned, remembering the baby book from last night, filled with photos of similarly emasculated adults, “Can we talk first, just you and me?”

“Sure baby,” her voice still held care but no longer dripped with the same condescending sweetness. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s the baby book,” you explained. “I admittedly had a lot more fun being your uhh… diaper boy… that I thought. And I do like you; I like you a lot actually! But…”

“You can tell me, baby,” her hand slipped under the covers, finding your thigh and resting there.

“Am I special?” The words spilled out in a husky breath, “Or am I just another play thing for you and your friends in a long line of rave babies? Have you offered every guy you’ve gotten into diapers the chance to be yours? Because if so, I don’t know if all this,” you gestured vaguely with your hands to your childish surroundings, “ is really for me.”

“Those are… fair questions,” Ashlyn frowned, “and I’m sorry if we ever made you feel un-special. Because you are special to me. I’ve sincerely enjoyed your friendship around campus, and –honestly– I always thought you were pretty cute. I’ve always admired your sense of humor and your commitment to kindness. And now I’m even crazier about you knowing that you can hang with all the diaper boy treatment.”

“Really?” your eyes watered with a bizarre mixture of relief, hope, and skepticism, “b-but what about all the other rave babies?”

“It’s true that you're not my first rave baby,” Ashlyn acknowledged, “but you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to keep. And a lot of those other pictures are of babies that Nellie or Mary had brought around.”

“Why haven’t they adopted any of their rave babies?” you asked curiously.

“Mary is picky –maybe too picky– about who she wants to be her forever Little, and Nellie’s never really been interested in long-term care.”

“Huh… that makes sense I guess.”

“Are you feeling better now, sweetheart?” Her hand gently caressed my thigh.

“Yes mommy!” you smiled.

“Great! And promise that you’ll never hesitate to tell Mommy if something is bothering you, okay?”

“I promise.”

“Good boy! Now let’s get you into a fresh diapie.”

“Thanks,” you smirked,” but there’s no way I wet while I was asleep.”

“You sure about that, sweetie?” Mommy peeled back the covers to reveal a soggy diaper with an obvious blue line.

“But I didn’t…” you trailed off, blushing.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. That’s just what happens when Mommy slips you water pills,” Mommy smiled down at you, “Which I won’t need to do anymore after we un-potty-train you.”

Her tone made it unclear if she was joking or not, but you decided to just enjoy the moment.

The diaper change was gentle and sweet as Mommy’s fingers danced over your intimate areas, sprinkling baby powder and massaging rash cream. You were beside yourself with the contentment and joy that came from this moment, even giggling like an infant at one point. With some cooing from Mommy, you soon found yourself taped securely into a new, fresh diaper that sported Sesame Street characters, of course.

Mommy led you by the hand to the kitchen where the smell of blueberry pancakes and bacon wafted into your nostrils. Nellie sat at the kitchen table on her phone, while Mary flipped another blueberry pancake.

At the table you noticed what could only assume was your chair. You assumed it was yours because it was an intensely modified chair, boasting a 5-point safety harness and a detachable plastic tray. With a blush, you realized this wasn’t just your chair – this was your high chair.

“Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.”

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

Read Part 3

The Rave bumped and thumped as you danced in the crowd, taking the occasional shooter that Nellie handed you with a smile. Despite the embarrassing diaper change with Mary, you were having a great time.

The night passed quickly, and you soon found yourself in a car bound for Ashlyn’s house.

You sat between Ashlyn and Mary, feeling their warmth smush into you on either side.

“Here,” Ashlyn rummaged through your diaper bag, eventually producing a baby bottle containing a blue liquid. “Drink this.”

‘What is it?”

“Powerade and some other stuff. Should help with the hangover tomorrow.”

“Smart,” you reached for the baby bottle.

“Ah ah ah,” Ashlyn chastised. “Let Mommy help you with that!”

You rolled your eyes as she held the bottle in front of your face, but you accepted the rubber nipple between your lips without much complaint.

“Ahww!” Mary cooed at the sight of you literally drinking out of Ashlyn’s hands, “Aren’t you two the cutest Mommy Baby duo!”

“Thanks, Mary!” Ashlyn beamed, while you could only blush as the relentless suckling of the bottle answered for you.

You waddled awkwardly from the car to the door step, hoping that the girls wouldn’t notice the excitement beneath your diaper. You don’t know if it was caused by being at the mercy of these three beautiful women, the edible, or something else entirely, but you were horny. Desperate, even. Ravenous. It took all your mental restraint not to vigorously massage the front of your diaper right then and there.

“Hold up, baby.” Ashlyn placed a hand on your shoulder, “I want to check your diaper before we go in.”

Her hand gripped your padded crotch, giving it an indulgent squeeze.

“Just as I thought,” Ashlyn grinned, “Wet and excited.”

You blushed, remembering how desperately you had to pee in the Uber. You wanted to avoid the humiliation of a wet diaper for as long as possible, so you didn’t mention it. You hadn’t made it undetected long…

“I’m not surprised,” Nellie chuckled as the four of you walked into the nursery “especially after the aphrodisiac he just glugged down.”

“Wait what?” You blinked.

“Nevermind that, baby,” Ashlyn waved dismissively. “You were the one who was so excited to do... it after the rave, after all.”

“Ahww, that’s so precious!” Mary interjected.

Ignoring Mary, your needy eyes found Ashlyn: “So… can we do… it?” You blushed at your own desperation, but your libido raged as you smelled the faint scent of sweat mingle with the glitter on Ashlyn’s skin.

“Such an eager baby!” Amusement rang out in Ashlyn’s voice, “but do you really think Mommy wants to do it with a little boy who’s been peeing his diaper all night?”

“B-but you said if I was a good boy…” your thoughts trailed off as the words caught in your throat.

“Let me say this in a way you’ll understand, sweetheart,” Ashlyn’s words dripped with condescension: “Big girls don’t do icky stickies with pamper pissers. But you’re in luck! If you behave, I’ll make you my very own diaper boy. That’s what you wanted anyway – to be mine, right baby?”

“Yes.” The word left your lips just as another thought surfaced: “But what happens if I don’t? Don’t behave, I mean?”

“Well, for one: you definitely won’t get to make stickies tonight. Otherwise, I suppose you could try pursuing my affections like a big boy after tonight, but…” Ashlyn laughed to herself, “that would certainly hurt your chances!”

“So… what do I have to do?”

“Oh! I’ll get the baby book!” Mary squealed before Ashlyn could answer.

“And I’ll get the camera!” Nellie dashed out of the room with similar enthusiasm.

“Camera? What are they talking about, Ashlyn?”

“Don’t you want to find out?” Ashlyn’s eyes glimmered with mischief.

Your curiosity combined with your carnal desperation left you with only one plausible course of action: You gulped before nodding.

“Good boy.” Ashlyn ruffled your hair, “Now let’s get you dressed for your first ever baby book photo!”

Ashlyn produced yet another humiliating T-shirt from the nursery’s dresser; this one proudly proclaimed, “I Chose Pampers over Pussy!”

“I got the camera!” Nellie returned, holding up a polaroid camera.

“And I got the baby book!” Mary beamed as she held out the book, which was already opened to its next available page. You could clearly make out laminated polaroids of diapered adults –both men and women– on the previous page.

You felt like you had swallowed a book, yourself: “What are you going to do with the photo!?” You asked in horror.

“Me?” Ashlyn bit her lower lip, “I just keep them for my… personal enjoyment. Pictures do last longer after all…”

“Could be worse,” Nellie snickered, “I usually blackmail my rave babies into doing my homework for me.”

“Now let’s get your picture taken!” Ashlyn took the camera as Mary and Nellie approached you.

“Say ‘cheese’!” The camera clicked as you buried your face into Mary’s hip.

“Someone’s a shy baby,” Mary giggled.

“Adorable,” Ashlyn murmured, “Now let’s see about your reward, diaper boy!”

Ashlyn handed the camera off to Nellie before trading places with the two other women. She slid her fingers through your hair before firmly gripping a handful. She stuck out her boot right in front of your soggy, padded crotch.

“Hump Mommy’s boot.”

The command was all you needed. You soon found yourself rutting desperately against Ashlyn’s ankle. Ashlyn’s fingers danced through your scalp, adding another layer of euphoria to the sexual catharsis building in your diaper. It didn’t take long to spurt into your greedy protection. You let out a desperate little moan as you finished.

*Click* You heard the shutter of the polaroid camera.

“You belong to me now,” Ashlyn’s hot breath whispered into your ear.

You barely remember the subsequent diaper change and getting tucked into the Racecar bed.

Epilogue

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

Image credits to the illustrious @princessofpees (https://princessofpees.tumblr.com/ <-@ wasn’t working for some reason?) and @diariesofadom for the image. Definitely check their content out if you haven’t already!

His diaper and pacifier silently awaited him atop the coffee table. Normally, they would be hiding away in a box behind my dresses, but tonight was different. Tonight, I was going to spoil him.

He had been such a good boy, after all; he was following his rules: completing his chore chart, cleaning, cooking, and even doing the dishes. So after he got home from work, I would whisk him away to a weekend of forced diapers, snuggles, and love from Mommy. Nothing less than he deserved.

I didn’t have to wait long; the keys jingled in the lock as I heard him arrive. I sauntered to the door with a tilted smirk. Of course, I was going to enjoy this too.

My mommy momentum was momentarily interrupted by the sight of my precious boy holding a bouquet of roses and a box of all my favorite snacks.

My eyebrows bounced in surprise: “What’s all this, baby?”

“Just a little surprise,” he flashed that goofy, crooked smirk that I love. “I just felt like getting you a little something to show you how much I appreciate you.”

“Ahhwwww baby,” My cheekbones hurt from how big I was smiling, “I got a little something for you too…”

I brandished my own devious smirk as I held his adorably infantile diaper in one hand and his equally childish pacifier in the other.

“I was kinda thinking I would spoil you tonight,” he blushed, “give you a nice, long massage and draw a bath with a bath bomb for you…”

“Hmmm,” I purred at the thought of being spoiled, “Mommy says we’re doing both.”

“But–”

“Or I could put you in time out?” I raised a playful eyebrow, almost daring him to cross me when I was in Mommy-mode.

“Both is good,” he held his hands up defensively.

“Good. Why don’t you draw Mommy’s bath while I get your diaper change all set up?”

“Okay Mommy,” he nodded enthusiastically before dashing off into the bathroom. What a cutie.

I wandered into our closet where I took out a footie onesie that sported a little green tail to look like a dragon. I heard the bath run and eventually stop before my boyfriend appeared in the door way.

“C’mere baby,” I waved him over.

“Let’s get these silly big boy clothes off you,” I pulled his shirt off and dragged his pants to his ankles, widening the leg holes enough for him to step out.

I gently guided him onto the open diaper on our bed, awaiting his babyish bottom. I powdered him and taped up the diaper before dressing him in the onesie.

“Now honey,” I found a slightly sterner voice, “Mommy needs to keep an eye on you, so that you don’t get into trouble. You can play with your tablet in the bathroom, while Mommy takes her bath, okay?”

“Okay Mommy,” he licked his lips, obviously not too upset by this.

I caught him gazing up at my wet, naked body from his spot on the floor quite often, but he was otherwise enraptured in his little tablet games. What a baby!

After I had gotten sufficiently dry, I found myself face down on the same mattress I had diapered him on mere moments ago. I felt his warm, soggy crotch straddle my hips. Of course the little potty pants was wet already; I would have to see about diapering him full time.

Whatever musings –regardless of how entertaining– faded away as his lotioned hands pressed into my back, rubbing up and down my length.

“MMmmmm,” I moaned as gentle music began to play.

I really would have to spoil him…

After a divine –almost orgasmic– massage, I led him by the hand to the TV room. I asked him if he wanted to watch Adventure Time, a mostly age-appropriate show that both of us enjoyed. Unsurprisingly, he accepted with enthusiasm.

“Baby,” I sat down in the recliner, “there’s one more thing I want you to do for me before we watch the show.”

“What is it?”

“Humiliate yourself for mommy.”

I stuck my leg out, signaling to him exactly what I expected.

He bit his lip in recognition before planting his squishy, diapered crotch onto my foot.

“Atta boy,” My hand found its way to my pussy as he started to grind.

“m-Mommy~” his moans rang out, signaling that the baby was already close. Yep, I was definitely putting him in diapers full time after this.

“Go ahead baby,” I offered encouragingly, “Spurt for Mommy!”

“Goo goo –GAH GaH,” he mewled out, climaxing with the words I taught him.

“Good boy. Now let’s watch some Adventure Time.”

As he watched on the floor, I drank in the sight of my emasculated little boy watching his cartoons. I fingered myself to a quiet, yet satisfying orgasm. My body twitched with barely restrained pleasure as I finally released a pent up, laborious breath.

“Mommy?” He held me in his dreamy eyes.

“Yes, baby?”

“Whether it’s you taking care of me or me taking care of you, every moment spent with you is just as sweet.”

“Ahhww Baby,” I gushed as I slid down to the floor to wrap him in a hug. “Mommy loves you, sweetie.”

“I love you too Mommy.”

Then, I tickled him.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

But the friend group was also the main cast of my little pony…

Read part 2

Strobe lights, lasers, fog machines, and even flame throwers accompanied the thumping DJ set. The crowd formed a sea of people dancing in place, bouncing happily from foot to foot or frat-flicking enthusiastically.

The music and accompanying light show were incredible; even more so after the taffy Ashlyn had sweetly fed you, calling you a good boy only after making you suck her finger clean of the sticky residue. You eventually realized that the taffy wasn’t just candy as a floaty sensation washed over your mind.

You couldn’t help but dance to the music yourself, feeling the beat thump in tandem with your own heartbeat.

“There you go, sweetheart!” Mary grinned at you, “I love your energy, bouncy bean!”

You blushed at the compliment, acutely aware of how ridiculous it was to get flustered from something as innocuous as dance praise when you were already wearing a diaper and humiliating t-shirt.

Still, you decided to brush past this and enjoy the festival.

You danced and danced, enjoying the electric sights and sounds of the show. Maybe it was the enthusiasm with which you danced, or maybe it was the docile, floaty sensation that rippled through your head that rendered you unable to notice your hand slip from Ashlyn’s grip. You were so wrapped up in the concert that you similarly failed to notice Ashlyn reaching into Nellie’s Hello Kitty Backpack, AKA your diaper bag.

Just like you failed to notice Ashlyn standing behind you until the harness ‘clicked’ on around your chest.

“Naughty boy,” Ashlyn whispered behind your ear, “You were supposed to hold Mommy’s hand, remember?”

“R-right,” you glanced over your shoulder, revealing a mini monkey backpack attached to a leash that ran back to Ashlyn’s wrist.

“Nice rave bracelet!” Nellie joked.

“Thanks!! It’s my favorite!” Ashlyn responded with childlike enthusiasm.

Aside from the embarrassment that singed your ear tips whenever you felt the tug of your toddler leash, the rave raged on normally as the four of you danced among the mass of bodies.

“Sweetie, you should really just let go!” Mary shouted over the music.

“Wha!?” you shouted back.

“It’s not that Nellie and I haven’t been enjoying your obvious little potty dance,” Mary smirked, “but it isn’t healthy to hold it! Just use your diaper!”

“I’m not–” you tried to protest, but –at that very moment– you flooded your diaper, filling it with the pee you had been trying to hold in all night.

“Looks like we’ve got a potty pants on our hands!” Nellie announced for the whole crowd to hear, not that they paid much attention given the flashy DJ set.

“I knew it!” Ashlyn licked her lips, pleased to see that the diuretic she had slipped into your sippy cup had worked, “Good Boy~”

“B-but…” Water began to well in your eyes as you tried and failed to recover from the knowledge that three gorgeous women just watched you wet your pants. Even worse, you didn’t just pee your pants; you soiled your diaper. And they all knew it.

“Ahwww, don’t tell me you’re about to cry!!” Ashlyn practically moaned out, obviously enjoying your abject humiliation the most. She even reached down to her crotch, allowing herself a quick once-over before regaining her composure and pulling her hand away.

“It’s okay sweetie,” Mary rubbed soothing circles on your lower back, “that’s what diapers are for! Nothing wrong with a wet baby!”

“B-but I’m not a baby…”

“Of course not, sweetie.” Mary turned to Ashlyn and Nellie: “You guys mind if I change him? Pretty Pleaseeee?”

“Fine,” Ashlyn rested her hands on her hips, “But I get to change him before bedtime then.”

“And I’m enjoying the show too much to change a baby right now,” Nellie handed Mary your diaper bag.

“You might also want this,” Ashlyn handed Mary the toddler leash. Your toddler leash.

“Thanks Ash!” Mary pulled you by the leash out of the crowd.

The walk was long and blushy as you waddled and squished past the other ravers. Mercifully, Mary found a relatively secluded spot behind one of the vendor's tents next to the chain link fence, but it was still nerve-wracking:

“Lay down, honey,” Marry set out a changing pad on the grass.

“Here!?”

“Do you want a clean diapee or not?” She knitted her eyebrows.

“Fine…”

Mary slid your shorts off your legs before untaping your diaper. To your dismay, your excited baby bits (as Mary called them) gave you away.

“Wow, looks like someone is having fun!” She giggled before addressing you seriously: “You have been having fun tonight, haven't you?”

You blinked, surprised by Mary’s question that sounded fully earnest in its delivery.

“Uhmm…” you trailed. The rave was fun, and you had enjoyed spending time with Ashlyn. You would also be lying if you said some part of you hadn’t enjoyed what you could only assume was kinky foreplay with Ashlyn and her friends, “...yes. Yes, I’ve been having fun,” you finally answered.

“That’s great!” Mary clapped her hands together in excitement, “So… rumor is you have a little crush on Ashlyn…”

“W-who told you that?” you panicked.

“Is it true?” Mary asked innocently.

“Y-yes,” you admitted, “but all the baby stuff is admittedly a little intimidating.”

“No need to be intimidated sweetie; you’re really good at it!”

“Thanks… I think?”

“Ashlyn likes you too, you know.” Mary wiped your intimate areas clean, “She probably likes you even more after tonight!”

“All three of you are really into this baby stuff then?”

“Mhmm,” Mary nodded, “We’ve been best friends since high school. Then, after a drunken game of truth or dare I told them about my fetish… ‘this baby stuff’ as you put it. They were a little surprised at first, but their curiosity outweighed their surprise. I explained things, and then –to my shock and delight- they both got into it too. Talk about good friends, right?”

“Yeah… I did get the sense you were all pretty tight,” you chuckled.

“Let’s just put it this way,” she taped on a new diaper, “If you do end up dating Ashlyn, you’ll also get two aunties to dote on you.”

You laughed, “Tempting…”

‘Clang,’ The chainlink fence rattled as a couple collided into it, intensely making out with each other.

The woman opened her eyes to see you –still without shorts on– and Mary kneeling beside your balled up, yellowed diaper.

“B-babe,” she pushed her boyfriend off her.

Your eyes dilated in shock as your entire face burned tomato red. You staggered back on the changing mat, as if putting a few feet between you and the couple would somehow diminish your embarrassment.

“Ahwww, I didn’t mean to scare you!” The woman said sweetly, as if trying to console a child.

“Here buddy,” the woman crouched down to offer you a tiny gummy bear trinket, “We’re sorry for startling you.”

“T-thanks,” your trembling hand accepted the pocket sized knick-knack.

“You’re welcome!” She said, “That’s just the cutest little Sesame Street diaper I’ve ever seen!”

“Isn’t it?” Mary agreed with the stranger. Her boyfriend just stood there, awkward and silent.

“Thanks for giving a toy to my little tot,” Mary offered the woman a beaded bracelet, “you should have this!”

“Ahww, thank you!” The woman accepted the bracelet before she and her boyfriend walked off.

“They were nice,” Mary mused.

“I still wish they hadn’t seen my diaper…” you grumbled.

“It’s not like they’ve never seen a kid get their diaper changed before,” Mary said, “Plus they didn’t even tease you! They were so nice!”

“I guess they were surprisingly nice,” you agreed, still feeling the heat in your cheeks.

“That’s PLUR culture for ya,” Mary shrugged, “Now, let’s get your pants on and get back to the fun. How does that sound, sweetie?”

“Yeah…” you mumbled, “That sounds good.”

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

Hi!!

Sorry for the late answer; I didn’t even realize I had asks 😅

Fantastic story! Good writing technique, along with great pacing. In other words; Well Done!!! I liked that you kept the story realistic… Well, as realistic as any diaper story can be. I have a feeling that you will be writing more soon.

A request if I may. Would you be able to explore the mindset of the baby in future stories. Things such as the deep feelings of conflict between wanting to conform to what the world expects of a male, and letting go and falling deeper down the rabbit hole of being true to self.

I found that a hard dichotomy to come to terms with. Ultimately, I was able to do that and there is peace between myself as a toddler boy and as a retired Firefighter/Medic. I believe it’s a hard thing for guys to do, but I also suspect you have the skills to express that in a reasonable and quality type of story. Please let me know if there is a way I might be of assistance to you should you decide to put fingertips to keyboard on this subject!

Thank you again for sharing your talents with your fellow baby boys and care takers!

Andrew

(NOT the former Duke and Prince of the United Kingdom.)

😎

Hi!!

Sorry for getting to this late; I didn’t even realize I had gotten an ask!

Thank you for all the kind words — I really appreciate them and am super happy you’re enjoying my writing :)

And yes, that dichotomy is hard to manage for a lot of people. It’s also why I often write about overbearing mommies that kidnap the reader and force regress them — that way they can’t feel guilty about shirking their masculine expectations (regardless of how asinine) because they were forced into it!

I’m actually working on something with similar themes at the moment, but idk if it will be ready anytime soon — I’m kinda of struggling with balancing the themes and kink writing.

Also, I’m making an exception for this ask because you claim you’re an adult and I bribe you given the career history you mentioned (thank you for your service btw!), but I don’t normally respond to asks/messages if an age indicator isn’t on the blog. It can be fairly vague as long as it’s there — just giving you a heads up that it’s a personal policy of mine and I probably won’t reply again if you don’t update your blog description/pinned post.

Read Part 1

The rave lived up to its lively reputation; this particular rave was outdoors and sported a sound stage set up in front of a massive field of grass. The large concert area was surrounded by pop-up tents that sold drinks, raving gear, and different artists’ memorabilia.

The attendees were far more interesting than the layout of the event; you saw people dressed in bright psychedelic outfits (kind of like yours), men and women wearing nothing but BDSM harnesses to cover their intimate bits, and people simply wearing brightly colored jerseys. You even saw people with pacifiers between their lips, which made you feel considerably better about your own infantile underwear. It was obvious that almost anything was acceptable here, outfit-wise anyway.

After clearing the security checkpoint, you felt someone tug at the hem of your shorts from behind you. You turned around to see Mary, inspecting your diaper inquisitively.

“Hey!” You protested, “What gives!?”

“Calm down, honey.” She said coolly, “I’m just checking your diaper. What kind of rave mom would I be if I let you sit in a used diaper and get a rash?”

“Well, the diaper’s clean,” you grumbled defensively.

“For now,” Mary conceded.

“We should probably lay out the rules before it gets too loud,” Nellie said.

“Good idea!” Ashlyn smiled at you gently, like one might smile at a toddler they needed to explain something to.

“Now, Sweetie,” she started, “Raves are a lot of fun, but it’s important that we stay safe while raving. To do that, we have a few ground rules we need you to follow. Okay?”

“...Okay…” You said skeptically.

“This is serious buddy,” Nellie said, “if you don’t commit to following our rules, we’ll take you home right now.”

“Nellie’s right.” Ashlyn’s eyes swallowed you in their intensity, “So, I want a response that’s a bit more enthusiastic than ‘okay’. Can you do that for mommy?”

“Y-yes mommy,” you gulped.

“Ahww, he’s calling you mommy already!” Mary put her hands to her cheeks as she gushed, “That’s so cute! I think a certain good boy has just earned his first piece of kandi!”

“Kandi?” you asked incredulously.

“Mmhm,” Mary nodded, “I made this one just for you.” Mary intertwined her fingers with yours and slid a beaded bracelet from her forearm onto your wrist. You noticed it spelled out ‘good boy’. As if your shirt wasn’t humiliating enough…

“Anyway, getting back on topic...” Ashlyn said.

“Right, sorry Ash…” Mary blushed.

“No worries…” Ashlyn giggled before addressing you: “The first rule is that you must always be holding one of our hands. Raves can get pretty crowded, and we don’t want you getting lost. If you can’t handle that…”

Ashlyn gestured to a pink Hello Kitty backpack that Nellie was wearing, “We packed a toddler leash in your diaper bag, just in case.”

A diaper bag? You thought to yourself, They can’t really expect me to use the diaper, can they?

“Well?” Ashlyn’s pupils narrowed, “Does mommy need to put you in your toddler leash?”

“Nope,” you said quickly before taking Ashlyn’s hand.

“Good boy. Next, you will not ingest anything that a stranger gives you. You never know who’s offering what. By the same token, you will take everything one of us gives you, whether that be a bottle of water or an edible. We want to make sure you have the best, most fun, curated experience possible; Trust that your rave mommies know what’s best for you.”

“Sure thing,” you grinned. That rule sounded pretty fun actually; like you said earlier, you were good with anything.

“Finally, you aren’t allowed to use the porta-potties.” She said matter-of-factly.

“What?” you blurted.

“The lines are crazy long and they smell like shit,” Nellie grimaced, “literally.”

“Nellie’s right,” Ashlyn reiterated, “We all hate the porta-potties, and since we have to go everywhere you go because of the first rule, that means you won’t go to the porta-potties either.

“B-but where am I supposed to go pee?” you whined.

“In your diaper, silly!”

“So you just want me to stand around in a pissy pamper all night?”

“Until one of us changes you,” Ashlyn shrugged.

“Far, far away from those stinky, overcrowded porta-potties!” Mary added enthusiastically.

“Right…” There’s no way I’m using this diaper, you thought to yourself, blissfully unaware of the plans Ashlyn had already set in motion via her special apple juice cocktail.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

“Don’t even think of diapering me, because your butt will end up red and in diapers as retribution”

Vs

“I love Raves!” Ashyln, your long-term crush and reason for joining your college’s creative writing club exclaimed. “Have you ever been to one?”

“N-no… but I’ve always wanted to go!” You added hastily, trying your best to match Ashlyn’s enthusiasm.

“They’re awesome,” Ashlyn smiled wistfully, as if remembering her own experiences. “You should really check one out!”

“I’ve thought about it,” you scratched the back of your head, “but I guess I’ve just never had anyone to go with.”

“Really?” Ashlyn sounded genuinely surprised. “Well… I just so happen to have a spare ticket if you want to come to the show with me and my roommates this Saturday?”

“I don’t know,” you eyed the carpet. “Aren’t you supposed to get dressed up for these kinda things? The best I have is a graphic T-shirt…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Ashlyn waved the objection away with a dismissive hand, “I just so happen to have a rave outfit you can wear.”

“Really?” you blinked, “I don’t want to impose…”

“Dude, it’s seriously fine.” She winked, “You can be my rave baby!”

“Rave baby?” You raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“It’s just a term that means I’m paying your way,” she explained. “Not to mention introducing you to the scene and picking your outfit. So what do you say; want to be my rave baby?”

“Sure,” you tried to say casually, but the goofy smile plastered across your lips gave you away; you were elated that Ashlyn seemed to be flirting with you.

“Alright,” Ashyln giggled at you. “We can meet at my place Saturday and Uber to the show together with my roommates.”

You nodded, “Sounds good.”

“But you gotta be cool,” Ashlyn’s tone suddenly turned serious, “I don’t want a judgy prude bringing down the vibe.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you laughed, “I’m chill with alcohol, weed, mushrooms, whatever.”

“I knew I liked you,” Ashlyn grinned, flashing her teeth.

***

Ashlyn’s house was nice, especially for a college girl’s house; it was made of red brick and had a mahogany front door. The same door that you were now knocking on.

“You made it!” Ashlyn, holding a red solo cup, wrapped you in a hug. She was dressed in what amounted to a bedazzled bikini beneath a transparent cover up that glittered green and blue in the evening sun.

“Of course,” you returned the embrace, “How could I miss this?”

“Ash!” a girl’s voice called from within the house, “Is that the rave baby!?”

“Yes!” Ashlyn’s voice called back, echoing through the house: “The baby’s here!”

You blushed: “Is that nickname gonna stick all night?”

“Probably.” Ashlyn grabbed your hand, “Now come in and meet the girls; then we’ll get you dressed!”

Two women, one with black hair and another with orange-red hair, stood in the living room, talking to each other while taking occasional sips from their respective red solo cups.

“Girls,” Ashlyn gestured to you, “meet the rave baby.”

“Hi honey,” the redhead greeted, “My name’s Mary.”

“And you can call me Nellie,” the other woman’s gaze darted to your feet before crawling back up to your eyes. “Looks like this one has some potential. Good find, Ash!”

“Thanks…” you said skeptically, “I think?”

“You’re welcome,” Nellie nodded.

“Don’t mind her,” Mary chuckled nervously, “Nellie’s just like that sometimes.”

“For real,” Ashlyn agreed. “Do you want a drink?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

Ashlyn wandered off to the kitchen, leaving you at the conversational mercy of the two other women.

“So, first Rave huh?” Marry asked, “Are you excited?”

“Yeah, totally! I’ve always wanted to go to one, but I’ve never had people to go with.”

“Ahww poor thing!” Marry said sweetly, “Don’t worry, your rave moms will take great care of you tonight!”

“Oh, that’s for certain,” Nellie laughed to herself.

Ashlyn returned from the kitchen before you could ask Nellie what she meant by that. Probably for the best; maybe Nellie’s strangeness would become endearing as the night went on.

“Here you go,” Ashlyn handed you a sippy cup full of an ominous liquid.

You chuckled at the sight of the sippy cup: “So, you guys take the whole ‘rave baby’ bit pretty seriously…”

“We don’t want you to spill.” Ashlyn winked, “The house is a rental after all.”

You shrugged before taking an exploratory drink from the sippy cup. “This tastes pretty good; what’s in it?”

“My own special formula!” Ashlyn exclaimed proudly, “It’s appie juice, vodka, and a few other things.”

“Speaking of, We should probably get him dressed before–” Nellie started, but was interrupted.

“-We have to call the Uber!” Mary finished, cutting Nellie off.

“Right,” Ashlyn grabbed your free hand, “Why don’t you come with me, and I’ll get you ready for the rave.”

“O-okay,” you said, unsure of how you found yourself already going to a private room with Ashlyn. Maybe she liked you even more than you thought…

Or that’s what you thought until you saw where Ashlyn was taking you: The room you found yourself in could only be described as a toddler’s bedroom, complete with a Lightning McQueen race car bed, a play mat, and a whole roster of stuffed animals scattered across the room.

“I thought you and your college roommates were the only ones that lived here…?” you grasped for an explanation.

“We are,” Ashlyn reassured, “but we like to… babysit from time to time.”

“Ah… gotcha.”

“Your clothes are laying out on the bed.”

You shot a glance at the comforter to see the outfit that Ashlyn had laid out for you; you saw psychedelic themed shorts, a matching bucket hat, a shirt that proclaimed ‘I like to be Called a Good Boy’, and –most egregious of all– an adult diaper that was decorated with cartoon characters.

“Ashlyn, the sippy cup joke was one thing, but a diaper… really?”

“I’m just trying to look out for my rave baby!” Ashlyn deflected, “You don’t even know how long the lines for the gross porta-potties get. Trust me, you’ll be better off diapered.”

“Where’s yours then?”

“I’ve developed an iron bladder ‘cuz of all the music festivals I’ve been to. Same goes for Mary and Nellie.”

“And the shirt?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Is it untrue?” Ashlyn chewed at her lower lip, “Would you dislike it if I called you a good boy?”

“Uhhmmm,” you stumbled back, unsure how you got here but enjoying it none the less.

“Answer the question…” she took an assertive step toward you, pinning you against the wall with her warm body, “...baby.”

“Y-yes…” you gulped.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” her knee slid up along your thigh, eventually finding your private parts and sending a shockwave of pleasure trembling through your body.

“MmMMhh,” you whimpered.

“Ahww, you’re just adorable! Now can you put your arms up to the sky for Mommy?”

“M-mommy?” you mewled.

“That’s right sweetheart. Now put your arms up, so I can get your shirt off.”

You did as you were told, raising your arms above your head.

“Good boy,” Ashylyn said before slipping your shirt off, which was quickly followed by the unbuckling of your pants.

Once you were fully naked, Ashlyn pulled you off the wall. She placed a firm palm on your naked chest, guiding you to the racecar bed before gently shoving you onto it.

“R-really?” you said, “I’m not complaining, but is it really okay to do… it on this bed?”

“Do what, sweetie?” Ashlyn asked with an innocence that contrasted her devilish grin, “I’m only getting my sweet Rave Baby dressed for the show before the Uber gets here.”

“S-seriously?” the pained objection slipped out of your lips.

“Well, maybe if you’re a good boy for Mommy and her friends at the rave…” Ashylyn fluttered her eyelids, “We’ll see about… it when we get back. But first, you have to be good and spread those legs for your diaper!”

Ashlyn and her friends were obviously a lot kinkier than you imagined, but that wasn’t a problem for you; you did say you were good with anything. With that in mind, you decided –maybe a bit tipsy from Ashlyn’s special formula– to play along.

“Y-yes Mommy…” you said shyly, exploring the word on your tongue.

“Good boy!” Ashlyn gushed before powdering your excited parts and wrapping them snuggly in the diaper. She then pulled the rest of the curated ensemble onto you.

“You look great, baby! Now, let’s show you off to mommy’s friends before the Uber gets here.”

“That’s more like it!” Nellie grinned, drinking in your new outfit.

“You’re so adorable that I could just eat you up!” Mary pinched your cheeks.

“That’ll have to wait,” Nellie said, “Because the Uber will be here in five minutes.”

“You know what that means,” Ashlyn held out her red solo cup, “Let’s have a toast to an unforgettable night and down our drinks, girls!”

“That means you too, hon.” Nellie shoved the sippy cup into your grasp.

To your embarrassment, the girls downed their drinks rather quickly with little effort. You, on the other hand, were stuck nursing from the sippy cup, which only allowed for a slow yet constant flow of liquid. Since the girls had already finished their drinks, they focused their attention on you.

“Keep going sweetie,” Mary encouraged, “you can do it!”

Your cheeks burned crimson as the glug glug of your suckling filled the room.

“Atta baby,” Ashlyn purred as you finished off the apple juice cocktail, "Finishing all of your sippy like a good boy! Mommy’s so proud of you!”

“And just in time for the Uber,” Nellie laughed.

As you waddled behind the girls towards the car, you hoped they couldn’t tell just how much you had enjoyed being the object of their attention.

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As Always, all charachters depicted are 18+

So, I read this post by @destinedfordiapers recently, and it got me thinking about my place in all of this, both in regard to the content I create and the content I consume here on tumblr.

Destined’s post makes some very good points if you haven’t read it already. But it’s got me thinking about what I write on my own blog.

My writing is fictional and often times fantastical, featuring something of a “manic pixie dream mommy” that whisks the reader away into a world of forced regression and ABDL… but that’s not realistic.

Mainstream porn has been critiqued as encouraging unrealistic sexual expectations for many, many years now. It’s been proven that over-exposure to this kind of content can hurt intimacy. I don’t really engage with main stream porn, but that same critique can and does apply to my writing.

I want to be very explicit here: this blog is porn, and —as such— does not reflect reality.

I’m, of course, not ever going to police what kind of content you enjoy, but it’s important to be mindful:

As Destined alluded to, real life relationships don’t work like abdl fiction — if someone chooses to be your caregiver and take care of you in such an intimate way, it’s because they’ve fallen in love with you as a person and what makes you special outside of kink, not because of it.

I’m lucky enough to have a partner that cares for me in this way, but a vanilla relationship came first and is the foundation. No one wants to just be a kink dispenser.

So, all these squirmy captions, stories, and pictures you see here on tumblr don’t reflect reality. If you approach anyone using this content as a model for your interactions with said person, you’re likely to make an ass of yourself and —worse— make the person you’re talking to wildly uncomfortable.

Which is why it’s important to stay mindful. As long as you do that, please crinkle away to this kind of content to your heart’s content.