JoJoe753

I want to be padded in super thick, poofy padding.

I want to be caged, and a vibrating plug inserted in me.

I want to be constantly reminded to drink lots of water so I can have lots of soggy accidents.

I want to have my padding rubbed, poked, prodded, and stroked.

I want to be reminded how I’m just a little baby, who has no control, will have constant accidents, and can do nothing about it.

I want to be restrained, unable to escape, vulnerable, embarrassed, and humiliated to the point that I’m super blushy.

I want to be forced to take an enema. Full and desperate, trying to hold back the inevitble mess that will end up in my crinkles.

I want to be teased about how I’m a little ‘tinker, while having the mess squished around. Yet another reminder that I’m such a baby. Big kids don’t wear diapers, or make messes in them.

I want to be dressed up in a girly outfit, full diaper exposed, and forced to suck on a cute padded boy’s “special pacifier”.

I want to be teased, having a magic wand buzzing up and down my full padding.

Being into ABDL can be a lifelong struggle…

Many of us seek acceptance from others but little do we know that it’s acceptance of ourself, by ourself, that will lead to fulfilment and gratification.

I began my acceptance journey years and years ago, and have gotten to the happiest point of my life. I don’t say this to brag. I say this to show you that it’s possible. There’s nothing special or remarkable about me, aside from the fact that I’ve looked at this interest as a benefit and not a crutch.

What I realised is this: life is bloody short so you might as well make the most of it. So, I like to wear diapers? Damn right I do. Am I doing good at this thing called life with my relationships, career, and health? Perhaps. I know I’m getting better at it! And this goes for all of you too - this whole ABDL thing, kink thing, or whatever you involve yourself in… it’s just a small part of what makes you YOU.

I love wearing outside!