Abdl Stuff I Want

♡Maybe there's a reason I'm still in diapers♡

You can try to fight it, but there's not much you can in a straitjacket and leg restraints. Within a day the spirals on the headsets and the force-fed laced milk get to you, and you're already using your diapers on the slightest urge.

By day two, embarrassment is the only thing keeping you from admitting how horny you are for your diapers. The more used your diaper is, the more you're squirming, desperately trying to get some stimulation from the warm, squishy padding. As embarrassing as it is, you can't help it; it feels too good.

By the end of the week, you're on particularly thick diapers, which don't last long dry nor clean, and you're loosing yourself to the pleasure of grinding against them. The climaxes come quick and strong, and you can spend the whole day like that, trying to ignore the humiliation of being seen like that.

You wake up soaked every day, and can already squeeze out an orgasm or two before they come to change you. It doesn't get any less embarrassing to be found out humping your diaper, but the sexual desperation overrides any instincts to stop or try to hide.

Then, on the next day, you wake up back at home. Back in your normal clothes, back in your regular underwear, wondering if you just had a really weird dream.

A package addressed to you sits nearby, with a printed letter on top: "Thank you for participating in our trial as part of the control group!" It continues, but it's all been covered with black marker, followed by the handwritten addition of "most get some expensive new toy as bribe, but we think you'll enjoy these more. They're our thickest~ ;)"

Inside the package, a large case of diapers makes your heart beat faster. A card rest on the case, with the link to a website and a code underneath. Curious and half paying attention, with the diapers taking most of your mind, you go to the page and input the code when prompted. A banner pops up, congratulating you for your new lifetime supply of Superthick diapers, with a timetable of the scheduled deliveries to your exact address for the next several months.

You should be worried. About the amount of information they may have of you. About what they're doing at that facility. About what they surely did to you, control group be damned.

But you're too busy putting on one of the diapers to think of that.

“Arms in. Ankles out. That’s right, sweetpea. Just like you built it.”

You hated that she was right. You had built this monstrosity. Every plank. Every bolt. Every humiliating little measurement she’d barked out while you stood there, diapered and pink-cheeked, holding a cordless drill like a fool.

It had started when she asked for a pergola. You’d put it off. For months. Then the leaky sink. The shelves. The dog door. All conveniently forgotten.

So she gave you a different kind of project.

Now your legs are locked wide at the ankles, strapped into two thick wooden slots that make your sodden padding painfully obvious. You squirm, but there’s nowhere to go. Arms and legs bound, feet flat, cheeks burning. The seat creaks beneath you—still unpainted, still raw.

Just like you.

She hums behind you. Then the tray slides in with a sharp clack.

“There we go. My little handyman’s all strapped in. Can’t whine about your chores now, can you?”

She pinches your cheek, gripping it and forcing you to shake your head back and forth. “Noo!! You sure can’t!” She coos mockingly, giving you a little smack for good measure. You harumph behind your pacifier, careful not to let it fall out of your mouth, lest you earn another trip over her knee.

She sets a bowl of something gray and lumpy on the tray, then pops the pacifier out of your mouth with a soft click. Your stomach turns as you watch her pick up a spoon—not too big, so it doesn't go by too quickly, but not too small either. Just enough to make sure you get the full taste. She loads it up deliberately, the mush threatening to spill over the edges.

“Open wide, baby boy.”

You hesitate. She doesn’t.

Her fingers grip the sides of your jaw and she purrs, “Oooopen. Or should I get the feeding gag again?”

Reluctantly, your mouth parts. She shovels a sloppy spoonful in.

“There’s my big, helpful little man. Bet that mouth didn’t mind building this highchair once the cage went on, huh?”

You groan, barely able to swallow the mush without gagging.

She tsks.

“Aww. Does it taste yucky, pumpkin? Maybe you should’ve fixed the sink when I asked. Or changed the air filters. Or gotten off your lazy ass and shown me you could act like a grown-up.”

Another spoonful. It dribbles down your chin.

“So messy! Tsk tsk. Between your face, your ‘man cave’, and that soggy thing between your legs, you just can’t keep anything clean, can you?”

You glance down. The wood grain of the tray is unfinished—rough, sanded but unsealed. Your arms ache. Your thighs tremble. Your diaper crinkles shamefully with each breath.

“Oh, and since you’re such a natural at woodworking now,” she coos, wiping your chin with the back of the spoon, “Mommy’s decided what your next few projects will be.”

You blink.

She leans in, sweet as poison. “A changing table, for starters. Sturdy enough to strap down a squirmy little handyman who gets a little too handsy while his cage gets cleaned—and who’s clearly going to be needing lots of diaper changes, the way he fills them like it’s his job.”

You whimper.

“And a crib. Full-sized. Lockable. With bars you will install, since you’re so clever with those tools.”

You try to shift. Your diaper squishes. Her smile widens.

“I’ll be checking your cuts, of course. I don’t want my crinkly little carpenter getting a splinter while he’s curled up in his pretty nightie.”

Another spoon. Another whimper.

“Oh, and the pergola?” She sighs dreamily. “Still happening. But now you’ll do it with your pampers on full display, a pacifier in your mouth, and the only time you get to stop is for bottle breaks. No more ‘forgetting,’ right baby?”

You nod slowly, defeated.

“Good. Now open up. Here comes the choo-choo for my crinkly little carpenter. Chugga chugga—”

Your eyes close as the spoon slides between your lips.

She’s still humming. You can smell the fresh sawdust on your fingers.

You built this—not just the highchair, but the whole humiliating little world you’re now trapped in.

Naughty adult babies Kimmy and Lee wake up from there nap. They both get bored and start playing very naughty with one another before mommy Adriana comes into the nursery to get both of her adult baby girls breastfed.

Full 8-minute video at the link below!

If you choose to be a naughty baby

The sissy must be in diapers and chastity 24/7, permanently.

The sissy is allowed 2 diaper changes per day, before lunch and dinner.

The sissy is not permitted to ask for or mention diaper changes or the state of their diaper.

If the sissy does not defecate for one day, the following day they will receive an enema during their morning change and must hold it until their next scheduled change.

The sissy must behave like a sissy baby for any adult.

The sissy must keep their anus available to any man and maintain it open with plugs.

The sissy will always be dressed as a girl.

The sissy can be punished by having changes withheld or by having extra diapers added.

The sissy must complete all household chores without complaining and without delay.

The sissy will use a pacifier or gag and will not remove it.

The sissy will sleep on a baby's schedule, in a crib/cage, and restrained.

The sissy will eat like a baby or a dog, as decided by the Dominant.

The sissy will drink plenty of water consistently and take laxatives to ensure their diaper is filled.

The sissy will perform household chores in various types of bondage and restraints.

The sissy will not have unsupervised phone access; it will have parental controls and may only be used for exposure/humiliation purposes.

The sissy must always have their diaper visible in some way.

The sissy can be punished for any reason the Dom decides.

The sissy has no rights and cannot refuse anything.

If the sissy must go outside, they will do so with a diaper under their clothes, without excuse.

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Awe, poor widdle girl

Not woman enough to hold onto your man.

That’s why his girlfriend sent you to me. Come on let’s get those panties off you

It must be so humiliating to get dominated so badly in front of hubby, but it's only the beginning sweetie.

His new girlfriend is going to show him just what a little girl you are.

That’s why I am powdering up your lil tushy and swaddling you in a baby diaper.

I mean I can't imagine how humiliating this must be for you, babydoll.

To have her. the woman who has been fucking your husband put you over her knee and spank you like a little girl in front of all your friends, and for you to actually have an orgasm from it!

Well, I hope you like your diapers as much as you liked that spanking, baby girl, because there will be no more big girl panties for you now.

She is waiting for you outside my surgery. I am sending you home with a huge stack of diapers. You are going to be a diapered wifey from now on. Her little diaper bitch

Image credit U.K. Diaper Girls