Little Gribouille

One of the only asexual activists is Yasmin Benoit, a Black woman. She has raised so much awareness for the community. She was the first asexual person to lead Pride in London, she started the #thisiswhatasexuallookslike movement and is THE leading voice for the community.

And you all will celebrate international asexuality day on April 6th but we wouldn't even have that if she hadn't cofounded it.

A declassified World War II-era government guide to “simple sabotage” is currently one of the most popular open source books on the internet. The book, called “Simple Sabotage Field Manual,” was declassified in 2008 by the CIA and “describes ways to train normal people to be purposefully annoying telephone operators, dysfunctional train conductors, befuddling middle managers, blundering factory workers, unruly movie theater patrons, and so on. In other words, teaching people to do their jobs badly.”  Over the last week, the guide has surged to become the 5th-most-accessed book on Project Gutenberg, an open source repository of free and public domain ebooks. It is also the fifth most popular ebook on the site over the last 30 days, having been accessed nearly 60,000 times over the last month (just behind Romeo and Juliet). 

Link to the Guide at Project Gutenberg can be found here

A Wikisource entry can be found here.

Rule #1: Never believe a child who tells you they've already showered.

Rule #2: Don't give them a choice when you undress them, especially if they say they can do it themselves.

“I’m so glad you learned to settle down for your after school nap little guy. So much better than the first few day I would babysit you. I guess those spankings really did the trick. Now you’re so calm and happy to lay down on the changing may while I take off your big boy clothes, powder you up, and tape a thick diaper over your smooth little peepee. And you’ve been so good at not spitting out your pacifier. Such a good little guy!”

Mark stared up from the ground and resisted the urged to spit out the bright pacifier and tell Mr. Miller how he really felt. After all what good would it do? They’d been through all that the first few days Mark was sent to Mr. Miller’s house after school and it hadn’t done him any good then. His tantrums had cost him withering spankings and all the body hair below his neck and he still ended up diapered. He tried to resist for almost a full week until Mr. Miller showed him a special baby book filled with pictures of Mark’s red butt after a spanking, Mark in the tub playing with baby toys and sucking his pacifier after he’d lost all his body hair, and most embarrassingly Mark asleep in his playpen with a soaked diaper between his legs. Mr. Miller threatened to make sure all the boys and girls in Mark’s class would get a copy of Mark’s Baby Book if he didn’t settle down and accept that he was a baby in Mr. Miller’s house.

It was something called clothed male, naked male play. Simply put, he’d go over to this dude’s house, strip down and just sit around nude for the man, who remained clothed. Strange. But the man was paying 100 bucks for an hour of time. Wow! There were other guys there too he paid which somehow made it weirder but made him more comfortable.

After a few visits the man offered $150. But this time, he wanted Mike to wear a diaper. What? No fucking way! 150, the man said. Just an adult diaper. Nothing to it. Old people wear them all the time. He handed Mike a plain white giant fucking diaper and after some work in a private room Mike figured out how to put it on. As did the other guy with him and the two of them went out and sat in their diapers while the man looked at them and smiled.

A few trips later, something new. 300 bucks an hour, but the man wanted to put the diapers on the college guys. “It’s fine, nothing sexual,” he assured. Mike wasn’t sure but 300 dollars an hour? He soon found himself on the floor, legs being lifted, the white diaper slid under him. The man took his time powdering Mike up but aside from sticking a finger in his ass “to make sure you’re clean,” there wasn’t anything sexual. Although the guy really seemed to enjoy rubbing the front of the diaper after taping Mike into it and Mike had to shamefully admit that his cock did start to harden a bit. But then the man pulled him up, gave him a pat on the rump and that was that. Mike felt quite submissive as he waddled in front of them man, knowing the man had put him in this diaper, and the crinkling was so loud it nearly drove him insane, but still, he just sat there and watched Mike and the other guy and they got paid.

But this time…this time the man showed Mike a new diaper. Not plain white. All done up in ridiculous babyish designs. “Come on, no,” Mike said, but 400 bucks for the hour convinced him. He went to grab it from the man but the man said, “No, daddy will put this on you.” Daddy? Mike felt weird. He looked at the other guy who always came with him and he looked scared too. But Mike let the man, daddy, take his hand and again bring him to the ground. This time the man took his time powdering, rubbing it into his crack, rubbing Mike’s cock a bit, rubbing the powder on Mike’s stomach. “Daddy is so happy Mikey’s going into Pampers now.” Pampers? The fuck? When the man was finished, he pulled Mike up and holding his hand marched him over to a full-length mirror so Mike could see the whole ensemble. He felt so emasculated, humbled, ludicrous. He started dipping his head but the man pulled him up by the hair. “Don’t be ashamed, Mikey. Look at your cute Pampers.” The man rubbed the rear of the diapers the whole time while Mike felt tears forming.

But the man rewarded Mike and the other now diapered guy with some video game time.

The man watched his two diaper boys with glee. Now things would really be picking up. The next trip he’d have them in bonnets and their Pampers. Then bibs. Then sucking pacifiers while wearing T-shirts that read, “I poop my Pampers.” Then they’d be actually pooping those Pampers for real. Next trip he’d spank them. Next trip he’d stick them in cribs and tie them up for a bit. Eventually he’d be paying them 1,000 bucks an hour for these deeds.

Our blog Babydou16 got terminated this morning after we managed to get almost 2,000 of you back following us. This is definitely hitting hard and disappointing as we put a lot of effort into making fun, informative and entertaining posts on both our previous blogs and everything is now lost.

For now, we will take a break from posting and will potentially consider opening a Bluesky account in the future.

We are always happy for private messages in the meantime if you ever wish to ask any questions or simply have a chat!

Please follow us and reblog this post so that you’re aware when our (potential) Bluesky account is on, or if we decide to post on Tumblr again and give it another try. Probably not before a few weeks as this is not a great time for us, but we will make it work.

Thanks to you all for your support and kind messages — let’s keep spreading the positive vibes of ABDL despite Tumblr’s senseless target onto us. And most of all, stay padded! (I know someone who will for sure 😉)

"No, no, no. I refuse to wear this in public. It's a fun idea, but it's just too embarrassing. Can we please take it off?"

"Sure thing, sugarplum, I don't want you feeling like I'm not attentive to my precious baby's feelings. Let me fix that for you..."

I woke up from my last night at Gearblast in a surprisingly barely used diaper, which I decided to use for the long drive home.

By the time I arrived, it was pretty well sogged— except for the back. Still, I was tired from the drive and hadn’t been the most hydrated, so I was excited to change before bed early for work in the morning.

My roommates had different ideas…

The new Patches diapers had arrived, but unfortunately, they only come in a size large at this time. Given that they probably wouldn’t fit without an extra layer or stuffers, they decided that my road trip diaper would stay on to test out Patches.

I fussed, as I earnestly just wanted to change, but was threatened with my blackmail folder and chastity if I didn’t comply. As punishment, I was strapped into the high chair in front of non-ABDL friends and fed my dinner.

After some mandatory bong time, I was sent to bed and told that I couldn’t change until both diapers were thoroughly soggy. Before I could change or have an orgasm, I had to provide pictures and videos proving I was obeying and using my diapers.

Focusing on work was hard— the diapers were so tight and full that every movement caused sensations to run wild and smells to escape. There was enough powder to make me smell like a nursery but enough piss to make me smell unwashed bedwetter. Every hour, the thickness and rubbing increased, along with the smell. I was trapped in a horny prison of shame and desperation.

Eventually, the first layer could take no more and began truly overflowing into Patches. He hungrily drank it all and spread my legs further and further… every movement a reminder of what I was wearing.

After a sufficient amount of humiliating evidence had been shared, I was given the go-ahead to change, but only after I came.

I thought this would be a challenge due to the thickness of my diapered prison— I was wrong. As soon as the wand made contact, I felt the movement through every part of my body that the oversized padding touched. It sent wave after wave of scent to my nose.

Having been rubbed by the padding all day, within 5 seconds, I could tell I was getting close. In under 30 seconds, I was having another accident.

In under 60 second, I knew my Roomate’s were right, and that this was exactly how I belonged.