The Final Frontier

🩷NO THINKS, ONLY STINKS🩷

At 25 and I’m still a stinky baby girl, making big BLOORTIES in my diapers and drooling while my whole baby room smells like a nursery. >~<

Keep me in forced infantilization, keep me being your dumb baby girl.🎀

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Whether she's lost her grown-up privileges as part of a temporary punishment or a permanent change in her lifestyle, it's normal for your girlfriend to sulk a bit. She might complain that wearing baby clothes makes her look ridiculous, or that wetting and messing her pants is disgusting. Tell her that's the point.

It's fine to let her know you think she looks cute as a button in her silly little frocks, and to reassure her that you have no problem changing her adult diapers, but don't let her forget how absurd it is for a woman her age to dress like a toddler and go to the bathroom in her own pants, because it's the humiliation that will break down her ego and turn her into a sweet little girl who knows her place.

Super Fun Sleepover - Part Two

As Amber pulled the waistband down on my pajama pants, I could feel myself getting a little flush. Flush with excitement, flush with embarrassment, flush with anticipation. Here we were, two diaper girls, totally in their element. Who cares why we wore diapers? The fact was, we both did. And I could not have been more delighted.

“Let’s take our pants off! There’s nothing to hide anymore”, I said. But before we did, we both checked our diapers to see what state they were in. Mine was squishy, and Amber’s even squishier. As she took her shorts off, I could see just how full her diaper was, and yellow too! Why did that turn me on so much?!

Amber caught me checking out her diaper butt, and I immediately hid my face in my hands. “It’s OK”, she coaxed, “there’s nothing to be ashamed of here. I like your diaper butt too. Here, can I see how it feels?”

Her hand on my butt felt so sweet and also a little naughty. No one had ever checked my diaper like that before. I wanted more of it. I wanted her hand all over my diaper. But for now, I was happy to sit there with my butt in her hand. Soon, my hand found her butt too.

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Find the other parts of this story on JFF. @bbabybbear-reboot and I had a blast making a blanket fort and shooting these photos together! So many more photos over on our JFF pages! Come join us!

Cooking up something in the kitchen this morning. 🍳 😉

Happy Messy Monday!!

I've gotten a lot of questions about what trouble I got into and I answered that here. But I'm realizing just how serious he is about me losing my big girl privileges for the summer. I knew I wasn't going to be getting much use out of my panties or wearing my shorter shorts/skirts now that I'm in diapers. But yesterday Daddy came over with two boxes and a lot of trash bags and said we were going to go through all my clothes.

Since this is now my summer job and I need lots of content, Daddy doesn't see any reason why I should still be wearing big girl clothes. So anything that was too mature would be taken out of my wardrobe. For the nicer, more expensive, and professional clothes of mine he made me neatly fold them and put them in the boxes which he brought down to our storage unit in the garage of our building. But for everything else he made me either put it in bags to donate or I had to put them in trash bags to throw away. A lot of my clothes are really cheap and were wearing anyways.

But now, the only clothes that I am left with are the most babyish of my big girl clothes that I had and the actually baby onesies and outfits that Daddy has gotten for me over the years. The worst part is that he made me cut up all of my thongs. He says he'll buy me some more appropriate panties to have for the rare exceptions to the diaper rule. He says that as I earn money (he has a whole system for me, I'll explain another day) that I can use that to buy whatever clothes I like and if I am good for a few months then I can earn the privilege of wearing big girl clothes again. But until then my wardrobe really looks like it belongs to a toddler. I hate all of the pink and flowers.

My boyfriend, Zach, started this blog a couple of years ago. When he told me he was doing it, I was absolutely mortified. He also didn’t let me see what he was writing on it and until a few weeks ago I hadn’t. As anyone who’s been following knows, Zach is super busy and has only kept up with this blog intermittently. 

Which, I guess, is where I come in. From now on I’ll be the one posting on here. First of all, this blog blew up more than Zach anticipated and he felt bad about not having the time to back and write more. He's talked about having me document my own humiliation on here, but it wasn't until this weekend where he actually decided to have me log in here and write.

I’m sure I’ll go into everything a lot more, but a big part of our relationship has been Zach supporting me by helping me with self discipline and holding me accountable. I have ADHD and struggle with focusing a lot. It’s how diapers were first introduced. Even though Zach’s been using them to discipline me for years, I still find the entire experience embarrassing, even though the humiliation definitely turns me on. I’m not one of those types who is attracted to “being little” (nothing against those who are) but I am definitely attracted to giving up control, even if the humiliation that comes from it makes me blush and want to hide. Probably why he decided to make me blog to the masses about it instead. 

This weekend I got in a lot of trouble and I know my punishment is far from over. Zach took away my potty privileges on Saturday night. It's been a long time since I've had to wear them all day and I forgot why diapers are such an effective deterrent for me, I can't stop squirming or get used to the wetness. He hasn't told me how long I'll have to be in diapers, only that it will depend on how well I do on this blog. But of course he wouldn't tell me what he meant by that. He thinks it’s good for me to have long-term responsibilities of things that I have to plan out and remember to do. He might still post some captions and updates, but I guess now I will be the default. He

Part of my responsibilities include taking pictures and posting regularly with good grammar and spelling, answering questions honestly, reflecting even when it's embarrassing, and growing the blog's following. I will be posting more but for now send me your questions...? Nice to meet you all.

Can’t talk 🖐 busy building my island 🌸🍃

can someone please help me with my onesie? 🥺🎀