ABDL/DDLG Blog Collection

Wendy looked about the parking lot trying not to let her inner voice be too harsh with her. Every problem has a solution, she reminded herself, and the consequences of her mistake and bad luck wouldn't be ruinous. That didn't stop her from feeling like a failure of a mommy.

The day had been going so well too. She'd woken up refreshed, ready to take advantage of a free day. Her husband had been a ball of sunshine from the moment she walked into his nursery, smiling ear to ear at her, grabbing his crib bars and bouncing with excitement.

The morning played out like she hoped most mornings would when she decided to regress her husband back to adult toddlerhood. He behaved during his morning diaper change and breakfast, only pouting a little when she told him he'd have oatmeal for breakfast again, but soon smiling and giggling as she airplained the whole bowl into his mouth. He didn't whine when she put him in an extra thick diaper and crinkly plastic pants or complain about the bright yellow onesie and green shortalls as too babyish. He even thanked her when she attached the pacifier ribbon to his shortalls.

She'd beamed at her hubby standing there in his adorable outfit with his velcro shoes, his diaper bulging out around his waist, sucking his pacifier and clutching his favorite stuffy. She wanted to just eat him up he was so cute! Then she looked at her phone and realized how behind they were on her schedule for the day, so she hastily grabbed the diaper bag by the door and ushered him into her car.

Wendy's good mood grew when her hubby practically bolted out of the car after she parked. They'd gone on strolls and picnics here well before he was back in pampers but Wendy didn't think he'd ever been happier at the park than he was that morning. She'd been relieved, he could still be self conscious in public. She'd been an early adopter of adult baby treatment in their area, so it had been a while before he got to see anyone else his age being treated like a big baby. Wendy didn't see any of that hesitancy now though. She let her husband run around at first, then she took him on a short walk before ushering him to the empty playground. His squeals of joy as he pumped his legs on the swing melted Wendy's heart.

She'd been reluctant to tell him that they would need to go soon, but she was still trying to keep to her schedule for the day and lunch time was coming up. "Come on baby, we need to get some nummies in you before you get cranky."

"Do we hafta go now though?" The wide eyed pleading look he gave her almost made her change her mind, not quite though.

"We've got yummy food at home baby, and we can always come back!" She probed between the snaps of his shortalls and onesie. "Ooh we got a wet diaper hun! Luckily it's not too wet and you've got these new thick diapies so you can go straight in your high chair when we get home."

He took her hand and they started walking toward the car. She felt him start to lag behind after a few paces and slow down until he wasn't moving at all. She turned to let him know that they were going home now no matter how slow he walked. He face was puckered and red, he was slowly squatting slightly and standing up, grunting every time he lowered himself. After a few repetitions he remained in his squat for a few moments than slowly stood up.

"It looks like somebody went poopy." Wendy bent down and sniffed his bottom. "Smells like it too! Did you go poopy in your diapie baby? Did you make a stinky diaper so we could stay at the park longer?"

Her husband had giggled and shook his head. "Nuh huh just hadda go," he said shyly.

Wendy had been so proud in that moment of her husband no longer hesitating at all filling his diaper in public. While not thrilled to delay returning home to change a dirty diaper she thought she'd at least be able to verify the park now had an adult changing table in the family restroom, or she'd get to do her first back seat poopy diaper change.

Back at the car she'd stared at the nearly empty diaper bag. She saw the wipes, the powder, the rash cream. She saw the extra rattle, the old bag of cheerios she should really throw away, but no diapers. She'd recounted going into the nursery, reaching under the changing table, and grabbing a stack of diapers. She'd taken them back to the front door, put them down next to the diaper bag...

Wendy smacked her forehead when she remembered turning around and saw her husband standing in the doorway looking so adorable. She'd taken out her phone to take a picture, then looked at the time, and in a hurry had snatched up the diaperless diaper bag and hustled them to the car.

She'd forced a smile on her face and turned to face her husband. "Change of plans baby! We're gonna go straight home and take care of your icky diaper!" He's not that poopy, she'd thought, and it's not like he usually minds anyways. She'd have rather avoided a car ride smelling a poopy diaper, but they were only 10 minutes from their house. So she'd helped him in the back, grimacing a bit when she heard his diaper squish against the seat.

When she heard the engine sputter when she turned to key, Wendy put her head on the steering wheel. A dead batter, she left her head there and turned the key a few more times.

Her husband's whimpers in the backseat had brought her back to reality. She turned to see him sniffling in the backseat. "It's ok baby, just a little car trouble. I'll get this sorted soon, don't you worry."

"P-po-poopy Mommy, gotta go poo poo." He whimpered around his thumb.

Wendy hurried getting him out of the backseat and as soon as she did he grimaced, squatted again with his butt sticking out far behind him, and noisily went about messing his diaper again. Wendy rubbed his back as she did, hoping his diaper would hold.

So here she was, a big baby husband in desparate need of a change, one dead car battery, and no diapers.

Ok, I can blame myself later for all this, what do I do now? She glanced back at her husband, whimpering now, clutching his stuffy, and wandering aimlessly around. She wanted to comfort him and let him suckle, but she didn't want to risk any other accidents in his diaper.

It was about 30 minutes to walk back to their house, far too long after he'd already tired himself out. Her mom was out of town. Their neighbor Mia who sometimes babysat was working today. She could call a car, but what driver would take an adult baby with a loaded diaper?

Suddenly Wendy spotted a car driving towards them and park. Two young women got out of the car and starting walking towards them. They both noticed Wendy and waived at her then one wrinkled her nose before spotting Wendy's husband, the women the ribbed her friend.

"Oh uh excuse me! Sorry to bother you two but I'm in a bit a bind," Wendy walked a bit towards the young women, guessing they were in or just out of college, she nodded to her husband. "We were just on our way home but I think I've got a dead battery, you don't happen to have jumper cables do you?"

The first women to notice them was covering her nose, while the other seemed to stunned to move. "I'm Wendy by the way, and this is Petey, my husband."

The women with her nose covered ribbed her friend again, "like your brother," she said and nodded toward Petey who seemed to be trying to shrink where he stood.

The ribbed women seemed to leave her stupor. "Right yeah, we can help. I'm Rachel, and this" she handed her friend her car keys, "is Maddie. Maddie go bring the car closer. I've got cables in the trunk."

Maddie waved her hand in front of her nose and hustled back to Rachel's car. Rachel crossed her arms and looked to Petey and Wendy.

"Thank you so much! I was wondering what I was going to do. I can't believe it but I forgot to pack spare diapers. See my husband is..."

"Yeah my brother is the same. His wife put him back in diapers full time a few months ago. I was telling Maddie I just started to babysit him."

Wendy nodded and looked back at her hubby Petey, now with his back to them, pretending to look at the grass and occasionally touching the seat of his droopy diaper. She couldn't help but smile.

"Ah the first few months of diapers can be tough. It gets easier, though there are still hiccups, like leaving the house without diapers!"

"Don't beat yourself up. It seems like a lot, My sister-i-law definitely had her hands full. Still I'm glad she did, someone should've put him back in diapers years ago." Both women laughed at that.

Maddie pulled the car next to Wendy's and the women went about attaching the jumper cables. Wendy was whispering into Petey's ear and rubbing his back when she heard Rachel cry out. "I've got one! I wasn't sure but one left!" Wendy looked up to see Rachel holding a large diaper in one hand.

"Oh my god, it's a miracle!" Wendy. She turned to her husband. "Petey baby this nice lady who's helping us also has a diaper. Say thank you baby."

"Fank you," her poor stinky husband looked down and the dirt.

Wendy quickly ushered Petey onto his back in the back seat. Wordlessly Rachel handed Wendy the diaper and got in the front seat while Maddie started Rachel's car.

Wendy opened up Petey's diaper and quickly got to work, grateful that she'd at least packed wipes. "God I can smell it from over here! Is your brother this bad?" She heard Maddie from the other car over the sound of the engine.

Wendy didn't pay her any mind, and luckily Petey was distracted again by his stuffy while she cleaned him up. She started to laugh, the day had felt like whiplash. Now here she was, cleaning up an extra dirty diaper, happier than she'd been all morning.

"Wuz funny mommy?" Petey looked down at her. "Oh nothing baby, mommy's just happy getting you all nice and clean!" She taped up the diaper and balled up his used one. "Be a big bou and help mommy throw your icky diapie away ok baby?"

Petey walked toward the nearest trash can and Wendy turned to the young women. "I'm sure it wasn't what you were expecting today but that you both so much!"

Rachel had out her phone, "Yeah, here's my number by the way, I should put you in touch with my sister-in-law, you can swap tips and have... playdates I guess."

Wendy put Rachel's number in her phone. "Plus she's an adult baby sitter now so if you want a break just call her!" Maddie smiled and Rachel rolled her eyes.

Petey walked back all smiles. Wendy thanks them again, buckled him in and got back in the front seat.

"Ok baby, let's go home and get you that lunch now!"

"Can we come back afta dat?"

So I just want to make a quick disclaimer at the start. This post is telling you how I, personally, started wetting the bed every night. To my knowledge, nobody else has tried doing this method, and even the people I have shared this with previously who wanted to do it never actually went through with it, so I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who has done this. I tailored this method completely to myself and can’t tell you that this will work for everyone because nobody else has ever tried it. 

Some of you may have originally seen this method on a Wordpress site I made back in 2016, as I uploaded it there originally and it got about 500 views, but because of so many requests, I decided to rewrite it and post it here on Tumblr : )

Scary ominous warning at the start, I absolutely detested the experience of doing this method, and even to this day, I remember how much it fucking sucked. I’m not telling you to do this, this is just what I did and what has made me a permanent, relentless bedwetter for the past almost four years.

In my strong belief, everything about each kind of untraining is hugely mental in nature. There are physical elements to it, like muscle degradation, but like 80% of untraining is essentially just retraining our body and our subconscious mind into accepting and embracing incontinence.

What I did to start bedwetting was kind of prey on and take advantage of my subconscious in a way. 

For a period of about a month straight, and I do mean a month, I drank a lot of water before bed and then went to sleep without a diaper on. As you can probably imagine, all that water before bed caused me to wake up in the middle of the night with a pretty strong urge to go to the bathroom (if you are not a light sleeper, this wouldn’t work). What I did was, instead of wetting myself as soon as I woke up like other guides mention (which would have been a bit unpleasant anyway as I wasn’t wearing diapers), I made myself get up and walk to the bathroom to use the toilet instead, every single night. 

I’ll tell you right now, doing this for an entire month was literally one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had in my entire life. I was constantly losing sleep and was constantly tired every day because of how interrupted my rest was, but I guess the reason I stuck with it was because I was pretty fucking hardcore about wanting to be a bedwetter at the time.

Finally, after all that, the end of the month came, and I introduced diapers to my probably completely exhausted and unhappy subconscious as an easy out to its current predicament. For those unaware, our subconscious mind will pretty much do anything it can to avoid pain or discomfort, and it will do everything it can to use as little energy as possible in running the body.

On that first night after the month of hell, I wore diapers to bed.

Like before, I drank a lot of water before going to sleep, and also like before, my body woke me up with a very full bladder. What was different this time though is that instead of making myself get up and walk all the way to the bathroom to use the toilet, I just let my bladder go and very happily wet my diaper while still laying in bed, before going back to sleep. 

The next night I did the same thing again. I drank a lot before going to sleep, and I wore a diaper to bed. This time though, I didn’t wake up during the night at all. I awoke actually feeling pretty refreshed for once, which in itself was a relief because I’d gone so long waking up exhausted, but that wasn’t the only thing that had happened. My diaper was completely soaked when I woke up.

This was the turnaround point in my nighttime incontinence. I had put my body and mind through hell for an entire month, before showing them both that there was a much easier way to deal with the problem than waking me up. 

From that day onwards, I started waking up wet more and more. I was still having dry nights here and there to start with, but as my body kept learning and kept finding no problem in making me wet while still asleep, it kept happening again and again. 

Over the course of months after that day, my body got fully in the habit of making me a complete bedwetter, because why would it ever wake me up when it was so much easier to just make me wet myself in my sleep? I went from three to four wet nights a week to it being incredibly strange to wake up dry even once or twice a month. I even had to get thicker, more absorbent diapers because my body just stopped holding anything back, and it wasn’t uncommon at the time to wake up in a leaking diaper in the morning. 

(An abdl/mdlb short story. All characters are consenting adults. This is my first attempt at writing a mdlb story. Comments and critique are welcome!)

“Can I pleasssssse go to the bathroom!”

“Hmmm, nope!”

This was the third time I’d asked in the past thirty minutes. I paced the living room with my hands pressed between my legs, doing what most people would recognize as a potty dance. This morning, after plenty of begging, Mommy had finally agreed to let me wear my big-boy underwear today instead of my normal diapers—but only if I asked for permission before using the bathroom. She had been kind so far, permitting me to go immediately when asked the first two times. But this time was different.

“But, I really need to go!”

She looks up from her phone with a smirk. “You just went an hour ago! Big boys should be able to hold it. Maybe it was a mistake to allow you to wear undies today. We should’ve just put you in diapers.”

“But, you’ve given me so many sippy cups today! That’s not fair!”

“I didn't force you to drink all of them. Part of being a big boy is taking responsibility for your actions.”

I'm practically vibrating from the immense pressure on my bladder. I consider making a run for the bathroom, but the memory of the spanking I got last time I used the potty without permission quickly reminds me how poor of a decision that would be.

“Pretty please?!? I really gotta go! I’ll do anything.”

The smile that spreads across her face at my words makes me regret them instantly. In my desperation, I’ve unwittingly handed her exactly the leverage she wanted.

“Anything, huh? I think I can work with that.”

She rises from the couch with unhurried grace and begins circling me, her gaze never leaving me as my desperation grows with every passing second. She taps a finger against her cheek, pretending to weigh her options, though the faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth tells a different story. Unlike me, she isn't racing against the clock. She has all the time in the world and she knows it.

"Oh, I've got it." A grin spreads across her face. "You want something from me, so I should get something in return. That's only fair, isn't it?"

She grips the sides of her shorts and panties and slowly lowers them to the ground before stepping out of them.

“How about this, little boy. I will give you permission to use the potty once you use that cute little mouth of yours to help Mommy cum.”

She walks back to the couch and gently lowers herself onto the cushions, her legs spread wide. Desperate, I quickly nod my head and start to make my way over to her.

“Nuh uh, baby. Down on all fours. Crawl to mama.”

As I go to kneel down on the floor, the sudden movement causes my bladder to spasm, but I hold on, barely avoiding an accident. As fast as I can, I crawl on my hands and knees to my position on the floor in front of Mommy and get to work, eager to complete this task ASAP so I can go to the bathroom. Suddenly, she grabs me by my hair and forces me to look up at her.

“Why are you in such a rush, honey? You know Mommy likes it when you take your time. Try again.”

A frustrated whine escapes me, but I know she's right. If satisfying her is the only way I'm getting to the toilet with dry pants, then I have to push my desperation aside. No matter how badly I need to go, I have to do this right. I begin again, this time starting with soft kisses on her inner thighs and slowly making my way inward. Her hand alternates between playing with my hair and leading me where she wants me to go.

After a few minutes, she raises her legs and rests them on top of my shoulders, effectively pinning my head between her thighs. The sudden movement and pressure startles me and a little dribble escapes into my pants. I pause momentarily as I strain to contain the rest of my bladder.

“Keep going sweetie! You’re doing such a good job!”

I fight through my desperation and continue pleasuring mommy. Just when I’m reaching my limit, her moans grow louder, her hand pushing me deeper into her, and her thighs squeeze together locking my head in place. As she climaxes, my bladder reaches its limit and I begin soaking my pants as well as the floor beneath me. Her moans of pleasure and mine of relief echo throughout the quiet apartment.

A small stream is still running down my legs as she shifts her legs back on the floor and uses her hand to gently lift my chin up so that my eyes are meeting hers.

“You did so good baby.” She’s say, before glancing downward, seemingly acknowledging my accident for the first time. “Oh honey, you were so close to making it to the potty. And such a big accident too! I think a certain little man has lost his big boy underwear privileges for the day!”

“But, mommy—”

“No buts mister! Let’s go get you cleaned up and into a nice thick diapee! If you’re good, and after we clean up the puddle you left on the floor, Mommy just might help you make a sticky in your diaper while you nurse on a bottle.”

For some ABDLs, this is just a sexual fetish where they’ll wear once or twice a week for sex and that’s it. However, for the majority, it’s much more than that and you’ll know this if your partner wears a diaper outside of sex-oriented times and especially if they talk about how diapers make them feel better/happier and less stressed/anxious.

Realizing that this was more than just a fetish for my boyfriend was a big turning point for me and I made the decision that I wanted to help him accept and embrace who he was rather than him being ashamed. The mental health improvement for him of me doing this was greater than I could have imagined and is the main driver why I produce this content to try to help others.

The vast majority of ABDLs struggle with the feelings of shame and fears of their secret being discovered which often develop from childhood and their early teenage years. This comes from a general lack of acceptance of non-conformist lifestyles and it’s although it’s something we’re seeing change positively for LGBTQ+ people, widespread acceptance of ABDL is still a while away. This shame causes stress, anxiety, binge/purge cycles, and other mental health issues.

The crazy thing is ABDL is in no way “bad” or “wrong”, they have a preference to wear a different type of underwear which makes them feel better and enjoy not having to use dirty toilets all the time. Some might also like acting younger to destress or like the feeling of being forced to wear/use diapers. But crucially none of this has a negative impact on themselves as they aren’t causing harm to their bodies (unlike alcohol, fast food & drugs do) or harm to others around them. Equally wearing diapers isn’t even at all uncommon in the general population, in most western countries more adult diapers are sold than baby diapers now and it’s estimated that up to 10% of adults are wearing some sort of incontinent product on a daily basis.

I believe strongly that you should treat this as being part of their identity and not something that should be restricted, shamed, or avoided. 

A big challenge for partners though is because of this shame and feeling of guilt your partner is likely hiding some or all of their real identity from you. 

Discovering their true identity

Below are the key and common elements to ABDL identity and hopefully the questions under each section should help you identify which applies to your partner. You might be able to ask these to yourself but also don’t be afraid to directly ask your partner as well.

Diapers

Do they enjoy wearing adult diapers?

Does wearing diapers make them feel safer or more comfortable?

Are they less stressed or anxious when wearing diapers?

If nobody would find out, would they always wear a diaper?

If they’ve answered yes to 2 or more of these then it’s clear that wearing diapers is a key part of their identity.

Diaper usage

Are they happy to wet their diaper at home?

Are they happy to wet their diaper in public?

Are they happy to mess their diaper at home?

Are they happy to mess their diaper in public (as long as nobody is inconvenienced)?

Does the idea of being a bedwetter appeal to them?

Does the idea of being incontinent appeal to them?

These are straightforward but look for signs of hesitation. They might be embarrassed to answer these truthfully, especially the ones about messing so push hard to get an answer and tell they you just want the truth.

Middle Behaviors (4- 12 years old) 

Do they like acting like a child?

Do they enjoy childish activities such as coloring, playing with lego, and watching cartoons?

Do they like to dress in childish clothing such as bright colors & printed t-shirts?

Treat these responses as a way to work out how “middle” they are. Think of this like a spectrum from not a middle at all to they would love to live life as a middle.

Baby Behaviors  (1- 3 years old) 

* Do they often wear baby-themed adult diapers?

* Do they like to wear patterned onesies?

* Do they have or would like to wear other adult baby clothing at home?

* Do they feel more relaxed when sucking on a pacifier?

* If they could choose would they like to drink from bottles or sippy cups?

* Are they able to regress and act like a baby or toddler?

* Do they enjoy watching baby and toddler TV shows?

* Would they like to add AB furniture to our home, like a crib or high chair?

Treat these responses as a way to work out how “baby” they are. Think of this like a spectrum from not having baby tendencies, to they would love to like life as a baby if they could. Most people will be in the middle area of these extremes.

I’d divide this up into 5 levels:

No AB tendencies = answered no to all of the questions

Novice AB = Answered yes to the top two questions and maybe one other question

Intermediate AB =  Answered yes to 4 questions but potentially struggles to regress fully

Experienced AB = Answered yes or potentially to most questions

Full AB = Answered yes to everything

Forced Diapers & Regression

* Do they like the idea of being forced to wear diapers?

* Do they like the idea of being forced to use their diapers?

* Do they like the idea of being forced to be a baby?

* Do they like the idea of being treated as / dressed as a different gender? (e.g. man dressed as a baby girl)

* Do they like the idea of being restrained such as through bondage or locking clothing? 

If they answer yes to a question, ask how often they’d want to feel forced. Is it just occasional or all the the time. It would be quite common for someone to answer they’d like to be forced to wear diapers all the time but only occasionally forced to be a baby.

What’s next?

Asking these questions to yourself or them directly should now give you a good idea of their ABDL identity.

Diaper wearing and usage

Let’s start with the first two sections on diapers and usage. Seeing as you’re reading this I’m sure they answered yes to most of the diaper questions. It’s also likely they like using their diapers for at least wetting.

Given you now know that wearing and using diapers makes them happier you should ask yourself what is stopping them from wearing all the time. The answer is likely a combination of:

* They’re worried you won’t approve

* They feel guilty about having these desires generally

* They feel awkward wearing around you or asking if they can wear 

* They’re worried they’ll be discovered

* They’re in a period of low self-worth after an orgasm

The first three you can solve by actively encouraging them to wear as much as possible, you know this makes them happier and have better mental health so for me at least this was a no-brainer.

The fear of discovery is massively overblown, give them assurance their diaper is hidden when leaving the house and in the extremely unlikely event someone does notice you can easily say their having some waterworks issues. People however unless very close friends or family won’t mention anything.

This final one is extremely common in men and the best way to solve is by making sure either they have no choice but to stay diapered after an orgasm or use a chastity cage to prevent them in the first place. The latter I’ve found to be very helpful for my partner if you’re open to it and it has lots of benefits for you too.

So I overall I cannot recommend highly enough that  you encourage or force your partner to be diapered as much as possible. You might want exceptions for work and family initially but your goal (knowing that the time in diapers helps them) is to keep them diapered as much of each day as feasible.

If they didn’t answer with a hard no to any of the first 4 usage questions, then their diapers should be their toilet when wearing. If they do have a hard limit on messing then that can be accommodated but make sure it’s not just them saying what they think you want to hear.

Regression

If they identify as middle then this is easy to accommodate and just make sure you let them know that you want them to explore this side of themselves and they shouldn’t feel embarrassed to do childish activities at home. Buy them coloring books, lego sets and put cartoons on tv for them without them asking are easy ways to show this support.

Most will have identified with baby activities to some degree. If they’re in the novice or intermediate categories then your main role is to be supportive and encourage them with these simple baby elements. Help them pick out baby-themed diapers for the day or buy new ones online together. At night always have them dressed in a baby onesie and encourage a pacifier to be used before bed. Giving them a nighttime drink in a bottle will show your support and is convenient to drink in bed.

If they’re in the experienced or full ab categories you will need to consider more significant involvement. At these levels you should try help them get into a baby headspace lasting several hours at least 3 times a week. When in this headspace you should treat them completely as a baby, helping feed, check and change them and giving them baby toys or shows to watch. This time will massively destress them so it’s worth the effort. Outside of these times baby clothing and diapers should be the norm at home with pacifier usage encouraged at any time they want. If you have a spare room and can afford it, creating a dedicated nursery for them can be life-changing for them and keep everything in one easy place which can be locked when you have guests.

This might feel extreme to you right now but our experience is people become more AB over time so you should prepare the slowly move up the bands.

Forced Diapers & Regression

I don’t think this element gets talked about enough but many ABDLs are driven by the desire for it to be forced upon them.

If they’ve said they want to be forced to wear and use diapers occasionally then make sure that a few times a week you present them with diapers and tell them they’re in them until you say so. Forcing them to use their diapers can be achieved through making sure they drink plenty and using laxatives or suppositories.

If they have said they’d like to be forced all the time then the solution is clear. Read our article on making the decision for them and return them to diapers full time, make it clear you’re forcing this decision for them as you know it what they want and it will be good for them. They will resist at points but stand firm, they’ll thank you later. 

Even if they’re in diapers full time with no toilet privileges, you should still force them to truly lose control twice a week. I recommend doing one suppository a week; before watching tv or a film together, before sending them out of the house to go shopping or randomly in the daytime when their next change is a few hours away. And also using a tablet laxative once a week which can be given in the evening to ensure they lose control overnight.

Depending on their answer to being force to be baby, use this to dictate the frequency. If occasionally, then a few times a week make sure you treat them as a baby at the more extreme end. For example have an evening where you feed them their dinner while they sit in AB clothes and a thick diaper. Or surprise them with a whole day at the weekend where they must act like a baby.

If they’re like that more permanently, use the same guide as above but make sure they’re always in baby attire at home. You should also seriously consider creating a nursery room if possible.

Gender is easy as if that’s something they want just switch the types of diapers and clothing you buy for them and call them your baby girl, etc.

Bondage elements should generally be included if forced diapers is something they need. At a minimum use restrictive clothing to prevent them from accessing their diapers, rear zipping onesies or all-in-ones are ideal. Even adaptive clothing combined with padded mittens works well. When unsupervised access to their diapers should be prevented where possible and they should get used to asking to be changed or released if they’re changing themselves.

A locking diaper cover or belt is a good addition. Finally, they should experience times when they’re completely restrained and using their diapers is forced upon them. For daytime a straightjacket is ideal and it is perfect to watch TV together or prevent them from using their phone. My favorite is using bed restraints combined with an overnight laxative so they experience a true feeling of helplessness.

Summary

Hopefully this has been helpful and helps you understand what your partner identifies as. If this all feels too much I’d recommend starting with the diaper and usage elements first as this is normally the most important step and then layer in the AB and forced elements over the next couple of months.

I’m also conscious that I’ve likely missed off a big section I should have covered so let me know in the comments.

Here is the post for those who are interested

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?

Ok here is how we turn you into a forever babygir!.

Repeat after me... I am a good girl. Good girls wear diapers. I am a good girl. I wear diapers

Good girls make peepee in their diapers. I am a good girl. I make peepee in my diapers

Good girls make poopies in their diapers. I am a good girl. I make poopies in my diapers

Good girls get horny when they use their diapers. I am a good girl. I get horny when I use my diapers

Good girls touch themselves when they get horny. I am a good girl. I touch myself when I get horny.

I am a good girl: Good girls wear diapers. I am a good girl I wear diapers

Good girls make peepee in their diapers. I am a good girl l make peepee in my diapers.

Good girls make poopies in their diapers. I am a good girl I make poopies in my diaper

Good girls get horny when they use their diapers! am a good girl I get horny when I use my diapers

Good girls touch themselves when they get horny I am a good girl I touch myself when I get horny

And REPEAT…. “I am a good girl…”

This story was written with, by, and features the super-talented and undeniably adorable @littledreambunny! She wrote the parts from the little's perspective, and I wrote the parts from Dada's perspective. Since it's it swaps perspectives, Dada's parts start in blue and Bunny's in pink.

I catch myself glancing over to the empty passenger seat for the fourth time in five minutes, a habit that suddenly feels all wrong.

At the next stoplight, I pulled out my phone and googled it: the opposite of deja vu is jamais vu—that eerie sense of unfamiliarity for something that should be second nature. 

Which makes sense. We’re driving down the same street, to the same park, to meet the same friends for a picnic we’ve had in the same spot countless times.

Yet nothing about this drive feels familiar—though I guess the cause of the unfamiliarity isn’t really a mystery.

After all, there is a perfectly understandable reason why Jenny, my longtime girlfriend, is buckled safely in the backseat instead of riding shotgun as my passenger princess.

That seat is for adults—a term that no longer describes the girl I see in my rear view mirror, nervously twisting the hem of her sundress, constantly checking if it hides the thick diaper underneath.

She's nervous because today is the first time we’re going out in public, not as boyfriend and girlfriend, but as Dada and his little Bunny.

You don't remember the first privilege Nanny took from you.

You were never a fan of choosing your outfits, you couldn't be bothered to dress yourself like a mature adult. Even when you were out at fancy dinners where everybody was wearing tight dresses or long tuxedos, you would always stick out like a sore thumb with your hoodie and sweatpants, dappled with stains that you could never be bothered to fully remove. Dressing yourself was a privilege, and Nanny had to take it away.

Wasn't that one of the first things they took, or was it your privilege to choose what you eat? You could never choose healthy options. You crammed instant noodles down your gullet every day because you could never be bothered to make something else. When you got sick of them, you'd just munch on a couple crackers, maybe some yogurt or a chocolate bar, and call it good. You always shied away from vegetables no matter what. Nanny was so worried, you could never eat the food they made for you. Not until they took away your privileges to choose what to eat, and started putting you on a structured meal plan.

Your sleep schedule was a complete mess. You'd regularly pull all-nighters and be unable to focus the next day. Nanny would always check in on you, ask you when you were going to bed. "Soon," you'd always say. "Soon" turned out to be five hours later, when you passed out at your desk and Nanny had to carry you to bed. Is it any wonder that they had to remove your choices about when you go to bed?

Medication? Who's she? You could never remember to take your meds unless Nanny cornered you with the pill bottle. You wouldn't take countertop medicine when you weren't feeling well, you'd just try to sleep the pain away. Maybe the potty wouldn't have been such a problem for you if you were willing to swallow your pride and take some laxatives. Ah well, too late now. Nanny takes care of your medication, for both physical and mental health.

Oh, and don't get Nanny started on your hygiene. You could never wash yourself properly in the shower, you didn't even bother to use soap or body wash or anything, and you didn't apply nearly enough shampoo to your hair! You forgot to wash your hands all the time, it's no wonder you got sick so often! And you never properly wiped after going potty either.. but Nanny makes sure you're squeaky clean in every way now.

You never had any issues with potty training, not according to you at least. Not counting the occasional tiny dribbles you'd have in your undies, or the hour and a half you'd spend on the toilet trying to make a number two before Nanny got home from work- those were surely normal, right? Time and time again, Nanny would ask if you were doing okay, and you would tell them you're fine. You weren't fine, but you wouldn't admit that. So Nanny helped you, and they took away your potty privileges.

No matter how hard you tried, you knew you had never truly satisfied Nanny in the bedroom. They'd always find an excuse to use a vibrator or their own hands to pleasure themself instead. You could never establish a rhythm, not with your hands, your mouth, or those useless little parts between your legs. Nanny never judged you for it, they found it fun to make you watch them take care of their own needs. But you were completely unsurprised about it when they started to avoid the subject of sex around you.

Even outside of how useless they were during sex, those hands could never be used for anything good. You'd constantly be sticking your fingers on the windows and leaving marks behind, picking at scabs on your face, holding that cellphone and doomscrolling until you passed out.. It comes as a surprise to nobody that Nanny doesn't let you use your hands anymore.

You know for sure one of the last privileges Nanny took was your ability to walk by yourself. You just kept wandering off in public when Nanny told you to stay close. You even tried to run away once when you thought Nanny was being too controlling. They proved you wrong, didn't they? They weren't even close to controlling back then. Not until they took away your walking privileges.

Now that Nanny dresses you every day, you feel a whole lot better in your own skin. No more baggy clothes trying to hide who you really are, Nanny loves showing off every part of their baby, especially the thick diaper always hanging between your legs with skirts that are way too short, shorts with suspiciously wide, loose leg holes, and onesies that never quite hide your crinkly leg cuffs.

There's no fussing about food now. You'll sit in the highchair Nanny built for you, your arms cuffed to the back so you can't even think about feeding yourself. And you'll thank Nanny for every last bite, no matter what food group it's from. You've put on a lot of much-needed weight since Nanny took over your feedings.

Since you were too immature to take medication orally, Nanny doesn't bother to give it through that hole anymore. All medication and supplements are given to you over their knee in suppository form. Nanny plugs you for an hour every day to keep you well-trained for your medication. You think it feels better and better every time they do it. And you feel better for it, physically and mentally.

Having Nanny hover over you while you bathed, showered, and went potty was embarrassing but necessary to make sure you kept yourself clean. But when they decided that they were still having to hover too much and that it would be easier on both of you to just start washing you themself, that was a different kind of relief. You never had to be reminded to wash your hands before you ate, Nanny would just pull you right over to the sink to clean them up. You no longer had to remember to shower, Nanny would usher you to the bathtub right after dinner every day. Your hair has never felt softer and cleaner, and the hairdos Nanny gives you every morning make you feel so cute! As for wiping properly..

You weren't allowed in the bathroom by yourself anyways, so why allow you to keep your potty privileges? Nanny thinks you look a lot cuter in thick, fluffy diapers anyways. They're embarrassing still, but you have to admit it's nice to not have to sit on the porcelain throne for an hour and a half praying that you go potty. With a diaper between your legs at all times, you can just go whenever you need. And you have to admit, the changing table is a lot comfier than the toilet.. especially when it's all wet and warm like Nanny's mouth used to be..

It's a good thing your soaked diapers feel good when you're not allowed to have sexy fun with Nanny anymore. They say you're just a bit too little for that now that you're back in diapers and filling them. Nanny really likes to play with your little kiddo parts when you're on the changing table, but they much prefer rubbing you through your soaked, soiled padding, or using Mrs. Buzzy. You're not even allowed to call what you experience an orgasm anymore. You make little baby stickies in your pampers now. You hardly understand what's happening, you just know that Nanny makes you feel really good during your special playtime.

Those hands look a whole lot cuter in thick locking mittens anyways. It's especially adorable when you try to rub your diaper now.. your masturbation was cute before, but now that you can barely feel a thing, it just makes Nanny smile every time they see it! Of course though, you're never too cute to avoid a spanking for touching your diaper, and you can never even try to escape now..

Being constantly tied up or contained in your cage or playpen already made that difficult. But when Nanny started insisting on spiked booties, you knew that you had lost the game entirely. They didn't even trust you to walk like a grown-up, what hope did you have? So you'd crawl like the overgrown toddler you are, or you'd lift those mittened little hands and make an uppies motion at Nanny, begging them to carry you wherever you needed.

The part that Nanny always teased you for the most was that you offered little to no resistance for any of the privileges they took away, or the alternatives they offered. Hoodies and sweatpants for onesies, skirts, and shorts. A dinner table and silverware for a highchair with a plastic platter and colorful plastic utensils that you could never hold by yourself. A big queen-sized bed that you could leave whenever you wanted for a big, tall crib that you needed to stay in until Nanny came to get you. Oral medications for those suppositories that feel so much better to take. Cold showers by yourself for a nice warm, bubbly bathtime with Nanny. Thin, uncomfortable underwear and a cold, hard toilet for warm, fluffy diapers that feel so good when you fill them. Sex for buzzies, rubbies, and humpies. Hands go in mittens now. No walking, only crawling and uppies.

The fact that you can remember all of this at all tells Nanny that their work isn't done, though, even if you've forgotten what you lost first. Until your mind is completely free of those memories of your old "adult" life are gone, they won't be finished. They're going to take everything away until you have nothing left but Nanny and the nursery they've turned your old home into. That's all you need now. Hasn't Nanny proven over and over that they can take better care of you than you can? ♡

1. I am too little to be trusted without diapers.

2. I leak, I whine, I cry – and Mommy still keeps me.

3. Big thoughts aren’t for me. Mommy thinks for both of us.

4. Potty training is for grown-ups. I’ll never be one.

5. I belong in thick diapers, whether I like it or not.

6. Mommy doesn’t ask me – she tells me.

7. I earn privileges by staying quiet, padded, and obedient.

8. I don’t get to choose what I wear under my onesie.

9. Accidents aren’t embarrassing… they’re expected.

10. I’m not a big boy. I never was.

11. I get praised for staying soggy and submissive.

12. Mommy locks me up because I can’t be trusted.

13. I cry when my diaper is full – like a proper baby.

14. Being helpless is what I was made for.

15. My hands are useless when Mommy puts my mittens on.

16. I exist to be changed, fed, and controlled.

17. Mommy decides when I get touched – and where.

18. My crib is my cage, and I feel safest inside.

19. Even my whining is cute… because it’s powerless.

20. Mommy doesn’t need my permission – she owns me.

21. I waddle because I deserve to feel my shame.

22. My diaper is always the thickest thing I wear.

23. The bigger my tantrum, the tighter my rules.

24. I feel most myself when I can’t even hold a bottle alone.

25. My voice doesn’t matter when my paci is in.

26. I’m dressed for who I am – not who I pretend to be.

27. I can’t undo my diaper, and I shouldn't even try.

28. I’m not trusted with words, choices, or control.

29. Wet, whiny, or whimpering – I’m still Mommy’s little thing.

The Keyholder

"Coochie-coochie-coo!! Ahh-coochie-coochie-coo!! Whose da most adorwable widdle man-baybee in da whole wide world?? Who is it?! Huh?? Who is it??"

She dangled the stupid ring of rainbow plastic keys right in front of my burning face, letting them swing like a taunting pendulum. Each jingle felt like a slap to whatever scraps of adult dignity I had left. She knew exactly how much the infantilizing tone shredded me...and she loved watching it happen.

“D'awww!! look at youuuu! Look at Mommy’s big, helpless, padded princess all squirmy and desperate in his crinkly diapee! Does my sweet baybee boy see something he wikes? Hmm? Does he?”

She swung the keys closer, letting them brush the tip of my nose before snatching them back with a playful giggle. Her eyes sparkled with pure, wicked delight.

“Ohhh nooo…is something wongg??" she gasped in mock surprise, pressing a manicured hand to her chest. "Are these not the keys you wanted, sweetie-pie? These silly, jangly baybee keys that go clickity-clack and jingle-jingle-jingle? Silly me! I thought my widdle locked-up loser only wanted pretty plastic toys to play with!” She tilted her head, batting her lashes like she was genuinely puzzled. “You’re...you're not still thinking about these big, scary metal keys Mommy’s keeping nice and warm between her boobies, are you? Because those are for real grown-up boys! Not for silly little diaper messers like you!”

I whimpered, the sound coming out high, broken, and pathetic. The real keys—the ones that could finally free my aching, denied cock—were tucked right there in her cleavage, glinting just enough to torture me. My hips twitched uselessly, my cage throbbing inside the padding in protest.

“P-please, Mommy…” I tried, but she cut me off with a theatrical gasp.

“Uh-uh-uh!" She tutted, wagging her finger "No big-boy words, princess. If you want these special keys soooo badly, you’re gonna have to earn them the only way a baybee like you can. I want the most ridiculous, drooly, adorable baybee babbles you’ve ever made. I want raspberries. I want goo-goo ga-ga’s so silly they make me laugh till I cry. I want you waving those useless little mitten paws like you’re trying to fly to the moon. I want drool running down your chin, legs kicking in the air, the whole nine yards! Show Mommy how pathetic her locked-up diaper boy can be, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll think about it.”

My face burned hotter than the sun. But the ache between my legs and the way her voice wrapped around me like warm honey made resistance impossible. I hesitated at first, clinging to my last shred of dignity, but eventually the throbbing ache in my balls won out. I lifted my mittened hands and started flapping them wildly in front of my face like a little bird.

“Goo goo! Ga ga! Ma-ma! Ba-ba-baaa!” I whimpered in the highest, most ridiculous pitch I could manage. Spit flew from my lips as I blew the wettest, longest raspberry I’d ever made—ppppppbbbbbtttt!—right into the air. Drool immediately started sliding down my chin in a shiny trail. I didn’t wipe it. Just let rain across my chin and cheeks instead.

I rolled onto my back, kicking my padded legs up high in frantic bicycle kicks. The diaper crinkled so loudly it echoed off the nursery walls. “Ah-goo! Ah-goo-goo! Pwease pwease pwease, Mommy! Bay-bee need keys! Wittle baby so hawny in his diapee! Pppppbbbbbtttt! Goo-goo-ga-ga-goo!”

In a desperate attempt to earn more performance points, I flopped over onto my tummy, shoved my face into the mat, lifted my bottom high in the air and wiggled it back and forth like a happy puppy while still babbling nonsense. “Ma-ma! Ba-ba-ba! Wuv you Mommy! Pwease keys! Pwease unlocky!! Drooly bay-bee! Cage so tight! Wahhh-wahh!!!”

When I finally looked up, panting, drooling, chest heaving, my stomach plummeted. Mommy had her phone raised the whole time. The white light shining like a bright sign to show she'd been filming the whole thing.

Mommy clapped her hands together in delighted, mocking applause, her voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness. “Oh my goooodness gracious! Look at that wittle tushie shaking! And those silly mitten waves! Who’s Mommy’s most ridiculous, drooly, desperate little diaper dumper, huh?? Is it you? Is it youuuu? Awww, you’re making such a big mess of yourself! Look at all that drool! Look at how pathetic you look!!”

I cringed in shame, head hung low, but despite it all, I was proud of my little performance. I looked up at her hopefully, drool still dripping down my chin.

She tilted her head and her eyes danced across the ceiling, she even tapped her lip to show that she was pretending to think. "Hmm...that was pretty good..." she mused, then shrugged. “But…i'm afraid it wasn’t quite good enough, sweetie." Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "Not for the real keys. I think Mommy needs to see even more desperation next time.”

My heart sank. A pathetic whine escaped me, like a dog denied its treat.

“Awww, don’t cry, my precious little padded prince!” she cooed, stroking my hair with one hand while still dangling the plastic keys with the other. “Mommy’s got a special consolation prize for her brave little babbler. Here… you can try these keys instead. Go on, take them, honey. Show Mommy how you’d unlock yourself if you were a big boy.”

Before I could even process it, she reached down, popped the tapes on my diaper with two quick rips, and peeled the front down. The cool air hit me instantly. My diaper was absolutely drenched, the entire front was dark yellow and sagging heavily. And there, completely exposed, was my steel chastity cage. My balls were swollen into large, purple plums. The tip of my denied cock was pressed hard against the end of the tube, leaking a steady, humiliating ropes of clear precum that ran down the cage and soaked into the already-wet padding beneath me. It glistened obscenely under the nursery lights. I looked so completely broken, purple, throbbing, and utterly helpless.

“Awww, would you look at that leaky little mess!” Mommy cooed, voice dripping with fake sympathy, then she pressed the plastic keys into my mittened hands. "Here, why dont you try to unlock yourself, sweetie! You never know...maybe one of these silly keys will actually work!" She inclined her head and gave me a firm look. One that told me I better play her little game for her amusement if I knew what was good for me. She lifted her phone again, and aimed it at me once more.

With a defeated sigh, I fumbled with the keys as much as my useless mittens would allow. Eventually, I managed to press one against the tiny lock with a clack. Nothing, of course. But I did it again anyway, more out of frustration than anything. Clack clack clack.

“Awww! Looks like that wasn’t the one…” she tsked, lips pursed in exaggerated disappointment. “Maybe try another, baby. Mommy’s rooting for you!”

I whimpered and whined pathetically as I performed another pitiful display for her. Fumbling the stupid plastic keys until i had one pressed between my mittens so I could pretend to give it an honest shot at unlocking me. Even with how futile the exercise was, my caged cock still twitched and bobbed in anticipation each time I pressed the plastic against it. Like it was too dazed to even understand. It just wanted out. But instead it had to endure this cruel torture.

Every clumsy attempt made the cage bounce and more precum ooze out in a fresh drip. I looked utterly ridiculous, drool still on my chin, soaked diaper open like a flag of surrender, mittens flapping as I poked at my own locked-up, leaking genitals.

Mommy’s giggles bubbled up brighter with every futile clack. “Ohhh, listen to that little symphony! Clack-clack-clack… drip-drip-drip… Poke-poke-poke! Look how swollen those poor balls are! So purple and tight and so full. And still nothing opens. Isn’t it just the cutest thing?? My big strong husband, reduced to drooling and leaking while he pokes his own cage with baybee toys… poor widdle guy!!"

She leaned in closer, the phone still rolling, her tone dipping into something sharper, sweeter, more cutting.

“Maybe if I hadn’t found a key to another woman’s apartment on your ring, we wouldn’t be in this little situation now, would we?? Hmm? Maybe if my husband hadn’t been sneaking around into someone else’s front door… Mommy wouldn’t have had to take away the only key that really matters. The one to your pathetic, leaky little pee-pee!”

The words landed like a slap. My stomach twisted. Heat flooded my face anew. The plastic key I’d been fumbling slipped again, landing in the sodden landscape of my diaper. My cock gave one last helpless throb, another thick rope of precum sliding free, but the shame burned hotter than the ache.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The babbling spilled out before I could stop it. High, broken and desperate.

“Pwease… Mommy… pwease…” My voice cracked into that humiliating infantile whine, mittens flapping weakly. “Pwease… pwease open for bay-bee… I sowwy… I so sowwy… no more bad boy… just Mommy’s bay-bee… pwease unlocky… pwease pwease pwease…”

The words tumbled faster, wet and garbled around the drool still coating my chin. “Goo goo… ma-ma… bay-bee need keys… weal keys… no more secwets… pwease Mommy… I be good… I be good widdle bay-bee fowevew… pppbbbttt… pwease open cage… pwease…”

I kept poking anyway. Clack, clack, clack. Each useless jab punctuated by another whimper, another plea, another fresh drip. The mittens slapped against my thighs, the keys kept sliding, and my whole body shook with the effort of debasing myself further, trying to erase what I’d done with sheer, ridiculous surrender.

Mommy’s smile widened, slow and satisfied, like she’d been waiting for exactly this collapse.

“That’s it, princess,” she cooed softly, almost tenderly. “Let it all out. Tell Mommy how sorry you are. Keep babbling, keep leaking, keep poking like the pathetic little diaper boy you are. Show the camera what real remorse looks like.”

I didn’t stop. The words kept coming. Goo goo's, pweases, sowwy's, ma-ma's, all mixed with wet raspberries and broken sobs, until finally the last key slipped from my useless mittens and clattered onto my wet, throbbing balls with a final, pathetic tinkle.

She tapped the screen her phone a few times, and I heard the unmistakable swoosh of a message being sent.

“We’ll see what my girlfriends decide. Maybe they will think your pathetic little baybee babble and apology is enough” she said sweetly. “Or maybe your little followers on Tumblr will have mercy on you. But judging by the last few polls… I wouldn’t get your hopes up, princess.”

She snapped the same cold, wet diaper back up tight over my still-leaking, still-throbbing cage with a few rips and crackly crinkles. "But until then..." she scooped the plastic keys back up, going right back to giggling and cooing once more.

Based on the people who have been in touch alone, 7 couples have embarked on this journey so far. 4 found this article as part of trying to help their ABDL partner and 3 were sent it by their partner as something they felt may be good for them.

As of this weekend, all are now underway and so far all reporting positively 🙌🙌

Some additional guidance focused on the first few days and weeks:

The timelines provided are just a rough guide

Several partners decided to start almost immediately (1-3 days) as they knew their partner already had enough of a diaper supply for the first week or two (around 30-50 diapers).

Equally others have encouraged diaper training from the start and made sure to not stop doing their normal activities getting them quickly used to wearing in public, etc. Months 1-6 could in theory be condensed to weeks 1-6.

There is very positive feedback around creating a dedicated changing area

This comes from both the ABDL and their partner, with the main benefit being a feeling of accepting this is part of them and not trying to hide it.

The most important parts are having a range of their diapers visible (at least 20), changing supplies like wipes and powder next to the changing area and having at least a wipe clean changing mat on a bed. 2 couples have built a dedicated changing table with the biggest benefit being the height making changes easier.

Expect some resistance

The novelty factor wears off after a few days and this often leads to requests for exceptions, to stop or to change the rules. Everyone has got through this period but it can be testing, make sure to hold firm and say you want to at least give it a go for a few months.

Males post orgasm also enter a period of low where they may hate being diapered. This is born out of insecurity about their interest and you shouldn’t pander to it. If it becomes a big problem I’d seriously recommend trying chastity.

Changes aren’t a pain

A common worry for the partners was the time overhead of having to check and change them. Doing both is definitely best but if you’re time limited I’d highly recommend you opt for doing all their changes.

You will quickly find you become a pro at doing it in a few minutes with the dedicated changing area helping massively.

Any initial awkwardness fades quickly and these become great bonding times. It also helps prevent cheating.

The strictness can vary within reason

4/7 opted for pull ups at work and with family/friends

2/7 opted to start straight with diapers at all times but using thin, cloth backed for work / friends.

1/7 allows childish / abdl underwear in these scenarios

2 tried initially allowing 💩 in the toilet but over the first two weeks backtracked as it caused issues with cheating and diapers breaking while going to the toilet.

The disposal of all of their normal adult underwear was a critical step for all couples.

The “fashion show” and subsequent shopping is a key stage of acceptance

I’d now recommend you do this on day 2 when your partner is in a half used diaper. Make them try on all their bottoms making two piles of diaper friendly and diaper unfriendly. You can choose to keep a few diaper unfriendly bottoms for exceptions but this should be 2-3 items at a maximum.

Remember this should include clothes for vacations as well. Normal adult nightwear should be all discarded as abdl clothing should be worn exclusively at night.

Diaper friendly doesn’t need to mean it completely makes the diaper invisible but it shouldn’t be obvious to someone looking quickly that they are diapered.

Tops generally don’t need to change as much but longer ones are preferable. For women dresses and skirts should be checked that they cover the diaper even if it was sagging slightly.

Ideally straight after this while they’re still in the same diaper take them clothes shopping to replace any items as required. This trip is also the ideal time to buy a dedicated diaper changing bag for them (can just be a backpack).

Do a diaper inventory and increase their diaper stockpile

They’ll likely be using around 100 diapers a month so I’d recommend aiming to have 2 months worth in stock.

Create piles of their current diapers and do a stock check. Using an app like DiapStash makes this easy.

Then order them enough diapers to take it up to around 200. At home it’s generally best to keep them in thick diapers like MegaMax. It’s also worth having a good stock of ABDL diapers to be used when their diaper will be exposed. For public wear initially I’d recommend something like Tena Slip Ultima’s or Northshore Supreme’s.

This is an important step in showing them that this isn’t a short-term change.

Dealing with cheating

It’s very likely that they’ll try cheat in the first few weeks and having a strict response to this is CRITICAL.

A punishment should be used like spanking, the use of laxatives or the loss of a privilege. Also if the cheat happened around one of the exceptions threaten to take it away and have them diapered at those times instead.

If this happens more than once I’d recommend switching to using a locking diaper cover or other locking clothing to prevent them taking off their diaper.

Make them feel accepted

The best cure for cheating which often is trigger by feelings of shame is making them feel accepted. The above steps will all help but most important is to make them feel comfortable being diapered around you.

Diaper pats and checks are great for this. Also at home try and have their diapers as indiscreet as possible, exposed or under an abdl onesie is best.

Poopy diapers will cause the most anxiety so being positive when you detect those is key.

Tell them how much you think this is good for them, to help them know you’re supportive and not having second thoughts.

Don’t allow exceptions to be abused

Exceptions of not wearing diapers are often required to make it work initially but it’s important you don’t allow them to bleed over.

For example if they come home from work they should be diapered within 5 minutes of coming in. If driving more than an hour to visit friends or family then they should be diapered for the drive, changing just before arriving or just after leaving. Again at night even when staying with friends or family they should be diapered.

Most importantly even if them messing their diaper will be inconvenient don’t make exceptions and be serious when you say diapers are their new toilet.

Picking diapers

Often partners struggle with selecting the correct diaper. If you’re changing them this should be your choice but don’t be afraid in the first week to ask them if they think this diaper is the right one.

The main choice is between discretion and absorbency. At home discretion shouldn’t be a concern so normally pick a thicker diaper. The only exception to this is if you know your baby often goes 💩 in the mornings a thick diaper might be a bit of a waste. Go with a thinner option to last until around lunch where they can then be changed into a thick diaper to get them to bedtime. Nighttimes should always be a thick overnight diaper and often an ABDL one which will be exposed.

At weekends at home I also use more ABDL diapers with them being exposed or visible under ABDL clothing.

For public generally a thinner more discrete diaper is best. However if you’re doing a longer activity which is less active like watching a movie then thicker might be better. Equally long journeys suit thicker diapers. If leaving the house for more than a few hours then taking a stocked diaper bag is essential.

After the first week your decision should be final so if you put them in a thick diaper to go out to a restaurant then they can’t complain.

Many partners new to Diaper Discipline struggle to increase their involvement, the below list is designed to provide ideas and inspiration for you to implement in daily life.

You don't need to do all of these every day but try incorporating 2-4 elements a day and work up in terms of frequency and progressing from Beginner items to Intermediate & Advanced.

Beginner

Make an effort to talk about their diapers. Casually ask things like:‍

“How’s your diaper holding up?” “Your waistband is showing baby” “Do you need to change?” “Those jeans hide your diaper well” “These diapers look cute on you” “Do you need to order more diapers soon?” ‍

Let them know you expect them to use their diaper, by saying things like:

- “This diaper should hold all of your wee’s and poops” when changing them into a fresh diaper - “Remember you’re not allowed to use the toilet today” - “Did you wet your diaper like a good boy/girl?”  - “Good boy/girl for messing your diaper.“ - “Did you poop today or do you need something to help tonight?” ‍

Make an effort to interact with their diaper. Squeeze it, pat/smack their bottom when padded, rub the front of it to get them excited, and when hugging place a hand on their diapered bum, etc. ‍

Implement simple Baby elements:

- Call them your baby boy/girl, etc - Dress them in baby-style (AB) clothes at night  - Give them a bedtime drink in a sippy cup or baby bottle - Have them use a adult pacifier at night ‍

Each morning check their diaper, this can be done in bed by just squeezing the front of it. ‍

It will likely be wet so comment on that by saying something like “I’m glad you had a diaper on or you’d have wet the bed” or “You really are turning into a bedwetter aren’t you” ‍

After their morning shower either change them into a fresh diaper if you’re up, or if you're still in bed, get them to come over and drop their trousers / lift skirt so you can check they're wearing one. ‍‍

Each evening lay out a thick diaper and ABDL bedtime clothing and tell them to go get ready for bed. This should be a few hours before you actually go to bed. ‍

Before leaving the house make them drop their trousers / lift skirt so you can check they're wearing a diaper. For day trips, also ask them if they've got their diaper bag packed. ‍

Once or twice a week force them to mess themselves by giving them either 2x Ducolax tablets or a suppository which they must take/insert. ‍

When not wearing diapers, make them wear pull-ups, training pants, girly underwear (if male), or childish patterned pants. 

When at home and not working dress them in embarrassing clothing, good options include:

- No bottoms / exposed diapers - ABDL onesie / romper - A skirt (male or female) - ABDL shortalls or dress - Childish 2-piece PJs - Footed sleeper

Experiment with light bondage:

- Add a locking diaper cover over their diapers - Restrain them to a bed for 2 hours after making them insert a suppository - Chain them to their desk using locking ankle cuffs or diaper cover - Use other locking clothing to prevent diaper access (e.g. rear zipping footed sleepers)

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Intermediate

In public, ask them about their diaper or do a subtle diaper check (squeeze front/back) when nobody will hear or see.

Add more elements of babying:

- Feed them a bottle of milk each night - Make them sleep with a teddy - Talk to them like a baby during diaper checks and changes - Make them use a pacifier in the daytime

Encourage them to mess in their diaper for convenience. For example, if heading out for the day ask them to fill their diaper before leaving so they won’t mess in public.

If you notice their wet diaper is starting to smell take them by the hand, lay them down, and change their diaper. Don’t ask if they need one or make it a choice. ‍

Surprise them by buying new ABDL items (clothing, diapers, pacifiers, etc)

Punish any bad behavior by making their diaper experience less pleasant:

- Smack them until crying before changing them into a new diaper - Add elements of forced regression such as locking mittens, pacifier gag, restraints  - Make them stay in messy diapers for extended periods - Feed them a blended or cut-up version of their meal. Use a bib and mittens to force them to let you feed them. - Treat him as a sissy/girl with pink diapers and female clothing or baby girl AB items.

Twice a week, force them to mess themselves. Insert a suppository into their bum (wear disposal gloves) or use a fleet-enema (no gloves required) during a change.

Make them ask you for permission to get changed and use the opportunity to inspect their diaper. If it doesn’t look full, make them wait 1-2 hours longer.

Get them ready for bed each evening by changing them into thick diapers and dressing them in ABDL clothes.

At home only allow thick or ABDL diapers to be worn.

Take them shopping while diapered to buy new medical diapers, pull-ups, feminine/childish underwear/clothing, and other baby supplies (powder, baby food, etc)‍

Make their diapered / baby status obvious around your home when visitors aren’t present:

- Have a dedicated changing area with diapers stacked up clearly - Keep a pacifier next to their bed - Have a few ready-made bottles in the fridge - Hang up their ABDL clothes so they’re easily accessible ‍

Make them wear a swim diaper on vacation (at the beach/pool)

If they're male, experiment with treating him as a sissy/girl some days:

- Pink / girl-themed diapers - Feminine ABDL clothing (onesies, rompers, etc) - Women’s clothing (dresses, skirts, leggings) - Butt plugs - Chastity

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Experiment with more bondage:

- Use locking mittens at night - Restrain them to a bed overnight after giving them 2x ducolax tablets - Add ankle and chest restraints to their office chair to prevent movement while working from home - Use a pacifier gag regularly

Advanced

Change their diaper while out in public. ‍

Look for a changing places toilet (Europe) or a standard accessible restroom can be used by bringing a disposal changing mat for the floor. You can also change them laying down over the back seats of your vehicle if in a secluded area.

Increase Babying:

- Create a baby bed for them, ideally a single bed with childish sheets, teddies, and restraints to simulate being locked in a crib. This can be used for naps or overnight punishments. - Regularly feed them a blended or cut-up version of their meal. Use a bib and mittens to force them to let you feed them. - Make them wear mittens to bed each night  - Force them to crawl by using training booties (small spikes prevent standing) - Pacifier must be attached to them at all times while at home - Setup a playpen which they must stay in for extended periods (even if still doing more adult activities like being on a phone or gaming)

Force them to mess themselves in front of you.

Administer a suppository or fleet enema but make them stay laying or sitting next to you. Encourage and then tease them for messing themselves like a baby.

Occasionally change them out of their messy diapers. Disposal gloves and adult wipes are recommended.

Force them to mess themselves while out of the house:

- Hand them a suppository to go and insert after finishing a meal at a restaurant. They'll have to try to hold until you’ve got the bill and left. - On long drives make them insert a suppository when you’re still 1-2 hours away from your home/destination - Administer a suppository or fleet enema before sending them to go shopping or other out-of-home chores.

Incorporate bondage into their forced babying by:

- Use locking diaper covers, plastic pants, or onesies to prevent self-changing - Attach hands and feet to restraints during changes - Restrain them overnight - Use a straightjacket 

Take them shopping to buy supplies from an ABDL shop 

If male, treat him as a sissy most or all of the time at home:

- Pink / girl-themed diapers - Feminine ABDL clothing (onesies, rompers, etc) - Women’s clothing (dresses, skirts, leggings) - Chastity cage - Pegging

Dress them as a baby most or all of the time at home:

- Exposed diapers & babyish t-shirts  - Baby-themed onesies (not plain) - Baby dresses/rompers - Baby-style socks & tights - No adult clothes (if working from home, adult clothes can be worn on top but the lower half should still be babyish)

Force them to lose control by adding laxatives without their knowledge to some meals and drinks (have prior consent to do this).

Restrict their diaper changes to certain times ensuring they’ll sometimes have to wait a few hours to change out of well-used diapers.

Switch to thick or ABDL diapers exclusively, making them less discrete in public.

Increase use of bondage:

Step 1: Train yourself to wet in a diaper anywhere any position by wetting yourself multiple places and positions.

Step 2: Train yourself to wet while barely awake. Wet yourself first thing as you wake up or if you get up in the night with a need, pee then. Then go back to sleep. Consequences and leaks be damned.

Step 3: Repeat until you begin to wet while increasingly less awake and aware. Eventually you will wet while asleep or so barely awake you don't realize it happened.

Step 4: Reward yourself for waking up wet without awareness with a small treat like an orgasm.

so, inspired by @tanyapiankova12 's dice holding challenge, i decided i wanted to make my own that's more suited to my own tastes. its a little meaner if you want something a little harder/more punishing!

you'll need water (obviously), a D6 (a virtual dice roller works best if you dont have one!), clothes youre okay with wetting/leaking in, and diapers (these are optional, dont worry if youre not into that!)

start by rolling the Drink table one or two times. i recommend waiting until you can feel your bladder starting to fill before starting rolls. once you start, unless otherwise instructed, roll your dice every 10-15 minutes!

Firstly, roll one d6 for the table below- afterwards, roll another d6 for the results on the table! the game ends when you either get permission to pee, or, you know, wet yourself.

if you leak without permission, or have an accident, roll the corresponding leak or accident tables. finally, if you do this challenge, feel free to message or ping me in a post and tell me how it goes! <3

as with any holding challenge, listen to yourself and your body! if you start to feel sick, or hurt to the point its not enjoyable, stop immediately! make sure to stay safe!

First Table;

Drink

Wait

Challenge

Clothing

Tease

Relief

Drink;

Drink half a cup of your choice of fluid

Drink a full cup of water

Drink a full cup of diuretic (tea, soda, coffee, etc.)

Drink 2 cups of water

Drink 2 cups of diuretic

Unlucky! Drink a cup and a half of water and diuretic each.

Wait;

Wait an extra 10 minutes before your next roll

Press on your bladder for 30 seconds per minute until your next roll

Wait 30 minutes before your next roll

Roll Drink table, then wait an extra 10 minutes before next roll.

Keep your legs spread until your next roll

No waiting, roll again immediately.

Challenge;

Relax your muscles entirely until your next roll; squirming, holding etc. is fine, but your muscles must not be tensed.

Take an ice cube, or something else frozen, and leave it ontop of your bladder until your next roll.

Place something firm underneath you, and lay with your bladder pressed onto it until your next roll.

Listen to water noises until your next roll.

Squat for a full minute, pressing on your bladder for 5 seconds while you do.

No holding yourself or crossing your legs until your next roll.

Clothing;

Strip to just your underwear. Let out a one second leak- if it hits the floor, you're not allowed to take your underwear off at all for the rest of the challenge.

Put on tight bottoms that squeeze your bladder.

Add an extra layer ontop of what you're already wearing.

Put a diaper ontop of what you're already wearing. If you're already wearing a diaper, double up. If you don't want to wear a diaper or don't have any, put on two layers of pants.

Use a belt, or something similar (rope, string, etc.) to tie your bottoms to yourself. Make sure it's pressing into your bladder. You cannot remove this until the end of the challenge, or to place extra layers on when instructed.

Strip completely nude. If you prefer wetting clothing, or have failed #1 previously, re-reroll this table.

Tease;

Edge yourself once before your next roll.

Rub yourself slowly with your legs spread until your next roll.

Post a detailed description of how you're feeling right now- how your bladder feels, if you're wet or dry, how turned you are. etc.

Hump the nearest soft object to you until your next roll. This can be a pillow, a plushie, a rolled up blanket or towel, etc.

If you have one, hold a vibrator against yourself until your next roll. If not, re-roll this.

Bring yourself to the edge, then roll this table again. If you get 6 again, you can cum. If not, edge.

Relief;

Leak for 2 seconds into whatever you're wearing.

Fill a cup with water, then slowly pour it into the toilet. Doesn't that feel better?

Take a bottle cap, and pee into that. If you overflow, roll leak punishment table.

Sit on the toilet until your next roll, then flush and wash your hands as if you used the bathroom. Do not pee.

Leak until a wet spot appears on the outer layer of your clothing. If nude, leak one second.

Roll this table again. If you get this again, spread your legs and press on your bladder, letting out a 5 second leak. If you manage to stop it, roll this table again. If you get this a third time, congratulations! You have earned permission to pee. Try not to have an accident on the way to the toilet <3

PUNISHMENTS

Leaking;

Post a detailed description of how you leaked, and write about how pathetic you are for failing to control your bladder. Then, roll Drink table.

For the rest of the challenge, you must have something constantly pressing into your bladder. Be it a belt, or something pressing against you while you lay on your stomach, or your hand. Get creative. But your bladder must always be squashed.

For the rest of the challenge, you must listen to loud water noises.

Sit on the toilet fully clothed, and turn on your bathroom sink. Press on your bladder until your next roll. If you leak during this, press harder.

Turn on your bath or shower, and stand next to the running water until your next roll.

You are banned from using the toilet for the rest of the challenge. No matter what, you are going to have an accident. Stay dry next time, and maybe you'll get your toilet privileges back.

Accident;

You failed to hold it, and now you're soaking wet. Clearly, someone needs to teach you a lesson.

For the next 24 hours, any time you need to pee, you must lay down a towel or puppy pad, kneel on it, and pee on it through your underwear. Post about it every time you do.

Roll 1d6. This is the amount of days you are banned from the toilet entirely.

For the next 48 hours, you must hold it until you start to leak before running to the toilet. If you don't make it, post about it.

Clearly, your potty training has failed. For the next 24 hours, any time you feel the urge to pee, you must immediately wet into either your pants or a diaper.

For the next 24 hours, you must hold it until you have an accident every time you need to pee.

First two rolls were simple. Starting with pressing on my bladder (easy at this level) and drinking another can of soda. The amount of diuretics here is worrying me, as I don't usually involve those in my holds. Legitimately I don't know how it will affect me.

Then I rolled on clothing, so now I'm totally nude except for a chastity cage.

As a final note as I wait for my fourth roll, I'm only counting a leak if it's substantial. Firstly because I produce a lot of pre-cum. It can be hard to tell what's pre and what's piss sometimes. And secondly because I quite frequently let out absolutely miniscule squirts, even if I only kinda need to pee. I should be able to have some control here.

Roll #5: Number 1 from the challenge table. At this point this is a good thing to see. Could be a lot worse. Again while I wait I might also elaborate a bit on being in a chastity cage. Pink has me strictly denied. No cumming, no edging, no anal, no vibrators, no pleasure of any sort. But because it wants me to play along with the challenge, I am allowed to edge and the like if I'm told too! I'm even allowed to cum, if I manage to roll it. And if I roll the tease table at all I can take my cage off for the rest of the challenge! Yay! But if in my edging I cum accidentally (this happens a lot for us) I'm going to get a massive massive punishment of some kind. So... I'm really hoping I roll the tease table once and get something easy. I am really really afraid for what will happen if I cum accidentally.

Roll #8: Yay!! Roll again immediately! Thank fuck!

Roll #9: Hump an object until my next roll... I can do this caged, so I guess I'm not allowed to take the cage off yet... boo. Actually now that I look a lot of the tease results don't really need me to take off my cage for. Only the edging ones. Damn it. Although now that I've started... fuck I think humping feels better when I need to pee.

Still Roll #10: Halfway through the 40 minutes. I'm looking at the punishments for leaking and accidents. Firstly I'm really fortunate that 1/3 of the leaking punishments just involve listening to water noises. We've discovered long ago that water sounds have zero effect on is. If I roll this I'm just gonna treat it like I managed to luck out and not get a punishment, because it's gonna have the same effect. Not sure how bad a bladder press would be at this point, or what I'd do to set it up. Of course though there's also the chance for the guaranteed failure. Not even an instant failure, that would be too easy. A slow and painful but absolutely certain failure. The punishment table is just terrifying in its own right. It ranges from incredibly inconvenient (being banned from the toilet; I still have sinks so this is only a problem in public restrooms) to a toss up between terrible and manageable (holding over night) to fucking nightmarishly awful (all other four options).

Still Roll #10: I am zen. I am fine. The mini-leaks in my underwear will not lead me to a bigger leak that makes me do a punishment. I am fine. I am okay. I can do this. If I leak I'm probably going to get an easy punishment. If I have an accident it will only be me being banned from public restrooms for a day. But neither of those things are guaranteed to happen in the first place!

Roll #13: Lie down with something hard on my bladder. No idea how hard or easy this will be. Okay I just lied down and thus is instantly unbearable. But...Im coping.

...as soon as I pressed down I just had the most massive leak. I think moving into the bathroom for the squat made it a bit easier too. like, psychologically. im trying to let it all out now just in case i roll the hold overnight one. god im so fucking mortified. got so unlucky. didn't even roll the relief table once.

okay, I guess that means it's time to roll a punishment. please be no toilet. please be no toilet. pleeeeeeeeeeease.

For the next 48 hours, I must hold it until I start to leak before running to the toilet. If I don't make it, I need to make a post about it.

here we see my generous understanding of what a leak is come back to bite me. FML.

oh, and apparently this is what the additional punishment is. Apparently I'm going to do all of these punishments! Starting with 6 (the potential bed wetting) and then going from 1 to five. I should note that we're a system, so this is probably gonna take a while until I'm fully done with the punishments. So I guess this is just my life now when fronting for the next... god knows how long.