I'm an early 30s ABDL boy! I've been exploring and learning new things about ABDL for close to 9 years now, and I still have a lot to learn 😀
I'm sorta experimenting with tumblr right now, but I've always wanted to kind of open myself up a little more than I had about my interests in ABDL ☺️
My kinks center around (mostly) diapers, and I enjoy aspects like loss of control and humiliation, and I am always looking to discover new interesting dynamics for ABDL! Initially, I plan to post photos here and there while also writing a few fun posts when my brain hasn't flowed into my diapers 😅
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What were these sounds coming out of her mouth? How on earth could she be doing this… and in front of hundreds of random people on the internet? What was she even doing… or thinking?
Assuming she even was thinking?
Her hand slipped rhythmically back and forth, up and down, pausing and then in its fitful stroking at the thickened bulk between her legs. Yes, she was wearing a diaper: an oversized, bulky, undeniably thick and infantile diaper. Beneath a pair of tights it might be, sure – but sheer as they were, there was zero doubt about exactly what sort of mortifyingly babyish underwear she was wearing… and in full view of everyone.
But of course. Of course her diaper was on display. No sense in hiding the very garment that was the main attraction, right?
The fingers of her right hand clenched around the little baby bottle, its familiar warmth pulling her back into the hazy memories of the many previous times she'd held it like this. Sure, there'd been a time when she'd winced and grimaced in disgust at the idea of posing with such a babyish accessory – let alone drinking from it.
And yet… it was so useful. Its contents were so delicious. And when, in full view of the camera, she slipped it between her rosy lips… when she suckled and was rewarded, gulp after pulsing gulp, with the creamy, mind-soothing formula within… well, it no longer mattered just how babyish it might be. It tasted heavenly, and the viewers went absolutely wild over it. Besides, the longer she suckled and stared over the pastel plastic into the swirling depths of her special trance video, the more fuzzy and happy and stupefied she began to feel…
She'd grown to love that sensation: the feeling that even now she felt approaching like a familiar friend. The sensation of being limp as a warm dishrag… safe as a dreaming kitten… wrapped securely in warm happiness and the unspoken conviction that all was right in her dream-shrouded world…
Yeah, her ba-ba was probably hella medicated. But that wasn't really a problem, was it? The streaming platform she worked for provided all the formula she could drink, gratis. And if she was ever tempted to worry about things too much… well, there was always that custom-made trance video to take her mind off things, and to remind her that any trips she was taking were also fueled, at least in part, by its mind-bendingly shimmering swirls.
Was she hypnotized? Was she tripping? Or maybe both, simultaneously?
She didn't know… but neither did she really even care anymore.
Sure, she sometimes felt her adult brain kicking back – as it had been just now. She was embarrassing herself, it would scream. This wasn't normal. No sane person would ever dress up like a literal baby and whore herself out, playing on camera for hundreds of presumably horny strangers. She had to stop – take control – end her contract and with it this massive, horrifying nightmare of a mistake…
But fortunately those moment were becoming less and less frequent as time trickled by.
"Bbhhuuuhhhh… Gguuhh- gguuhh…" she babbled, no longer aware of the muscles within her throat that were producing such sounds. They were simply happening: emerging from the world around her, the soundtrack of her own mindless regression. Her eyes shifted, threatened to focus…
…and then went blank once more.
Into the screen she stared now, limp and calm. Her hand, which had paused in momentary confusion, lapsed back into its rhythmic ministrations. In the quiet room, nothing now could be heard but the steady, soft ssshhhhh of her hand over her babyish white tights… and crinkle of the bulky diaper beneath… and now and again, amid the pulse of her heavy breathing, the little burbling moans of longing and pleasure from her wordless lips…
In other words, the perfect soundtrack to titillate her ever-devoted fans.
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I wanted to take a try a story inspired by the classified universe as well because it hits very close to home. @destinedfordiapers' character Sammy has always been a relatable favorite of mine, and I'm also really enjoying @josies-corner's "A Rose By Any Other Name" so go read those if you haven't already!
The sky glowed a deep midnight blue as the summer sun finished setting. The night was calm and silent except for the hum of the crickets outside. A warm breeze gently drifted through the open window of our shared bedroom; The kind of breeze that just seems to invite deep conversations with your best friend that, more often than not, last well into the morning. The movie we'd been watching on Hannah's TV played indifferently in the background, long forgotten.
Neither of us could not focus on any kind of plotline or follow the story at all, no matter how exciting. How could we? The prospect of receiving our test results in the mail tomorrow morning dwarfed anything the movie was capable of making us feel. If you remember how it felt the night before your birthday as a kid, it feels kind of like that, but with a hint of anxiety. At least, that's how it felt for me anyway.
"I feel like I messed up the mental evaluation test, I was soooo busy studying for the written portion that I totally forgot about the one on ones with the shrink. I probably seemed so distant, he probably put me down as displaying neutral tendencies!"
I felt a pang of annoyance, but said nothing as Hannah yammered about her evaluations for the what felt like the millionth time that summer. Her and her family have done so much for me in the past 3 years, and I didn't want to give them any trouble, regardless of how many times I heard Hannah fret about it.
Back when we'd just graduated highschool, I wanted to hang out with Hannah and some other friends at the afterparty but my dad had work at the crack of dawn so he had to get going, and since dad was going that meant mom was going too. Normally they were fairly strict with me staying alone at these kinds of things, but they surprised me, saying I should to stay and make the memories that would last me a lifetime.
I ended up sleeping over at Hannah's that night, and when I awoke in the morning it was not to the sound of my alarm. It was still dark and I was shaken gently awake by Hannah's mother, Claire. I remember following her to the living room where she turned on a lamp, and gestured for me to sit next to her on the couch. She then carefully broke the news to me that a drunk graduate from my class who'd skipped the afterparty was doing double the speed limit in his brand new graduation gift ignored the stop sign, and hit my parents sedan. It still hurts to say to this day, but they didn't make it.
I don't know how Claire broke that to me gently, but she somehow did. Obviously I was still distraught, but it could have been so much worse. Before I knew it, she'd given me a hug, and a cup of soothing chamomile tea with a bit of honey. I don't remember getting myself back to bed, or much about the rest of the day to be honest, but I woke up the late in the afternoon tucked into the bed on the bottom bunk, which was my default spot whenever I stayed the night. Little did I know that I'd still be sleeping in that same bed three years later.
Hannah and I had been in and out of each others houses for years at that point. Often enough that we might as well have had two homes. Anyone outside the situation would assume, but I was still shocked when Hannah's parents invited me that same afternoon to live with their family while Aly and I completed our post secondary studies for the next 3-4 years. From that day onward, they treated me like I was their own daughter.
That brings us to today. We'd both finished our third year in mid June, and we'd been hoping all summer we'd be eligible for the fourth, and final year of the placement program. Truthfully it was mainly Hannah who was wanting to take the fourth year, but I wasn't so sure myself.
To make a long story short, here's a summary of the 12 page document they send everyone upon enrollment in the program.
During our schooling, we prepare for a series of scientifically crafted tests at the end of the third year which will determine how we will proceed.
The reason this system is in place is because people in the pre-little stage are all different. While some regress hard and fast, others regress slowly and take a while to display symptoms, and still others might experience a mix of symptoms.
This impacts society because unclassified littles may make mistakes that can have anywhere from minor to major concequences based on the adult role they find themselves struggling to keep up with. They might hurt themselves or others in the workplace, behave inappropriately or disruptuvely, etc.
There are three possible results that exist, with an predicted accuracy rating of 99.32% based on an average of all test results. This helps ensure that families and littles have more time to adjust to natural regression that is on a somewhat unpredictable timescale depending on the person.
CAREGIVER:
To take the fourth year, you had to achieve the classification of caregiver. At year three caregiver classifications are offical, but there are a few restrictions as the caregivers are still novices. You rid yourself of novice status by adopting a little and completing the final year of schooling. Luckily the schooling is less frequent in year 4 so novice caregivers may look after their little adequetly while completing the program.
NEUTRAL:
If you were classified as neutral, it means you are fit to go out into the broader world and pursue any career you put in the work to become competent at. You may or may not require additional training, but these individuals are not generally suited for long term caregiving for a variety of reasons. This does not exclude them from temporary supervision of a little. (Little supervisation specialist, or "babysitter" is a common career path for many neutral graduates).
LITTLE:
If you were classified as a little, it means you are not fit to go out into the broader world without supervision from an adult. This is for the little's own safety due to the changes littles experience after their classification. They may only work a select few "safe" jobs part-time, under special circumstances (this clause is currently under scrutiny & may be revoked for the safety of littles & the productivity of non-little employees in the workplace)
Hannah was somehow scared she wasn't going to be classified as a caregiver. It's what she'd always wanted and been working towards so I understand being nervous, but I personally thought she was just comparing herself with her mother. Hannah usually got between 93-99% on past exams, but she was still convinced she somehow managed to bomb the final evaluations.
I was pretty sure I was going to be classified as Neutral. As fulfilling as being a caregiver sounded, it also seemed very overwhelming and time consuming. It's a big responsibility to have, and it's not a role that can be taken lightly.
Then again, the prospect of working a normal 9 to 5 job was daunting in its own right. Every career path always seemed to be incredibly complicated, unreasonable, stressful, or demanding, and I didn't really want to do anything that would be considered a normal career. I wanted a career that was.. well, something that was fun.
"I'll probably end up working as a waitress for the rest of my life.."
Three years. I could hardly believe it had already come and gone that quickly. Hannah
PART 1:
The fog was so thick that I couldn't see more than a few feet in any direction on my way to the university. I gratefully followed our shortcut's well worn trail through the forest that was on campus. It was oddly quiet, like when a fresh snowfall mutes the surrounding area.
Every footstep I took pierced the silence; twigs and leaves occasionally snapping or crunching with a clarity of detail that was often lost on a such a noisy world. A gentle trickling sound slowly became noticable as I continued to walk. Puzzled, I looked around, tried to identify the source of the sound.
I spotted a small river a bit off the path, and wondered how I'd never noticed it there in the three full years Hannah and I had been using the shortcut.
Turning slightly off the path, I began to walk alongside the river instead, appreciating the rhythm and beauty of the flowing water and wondered how I could possibly have been so unobservant before now.
An indistinct but deafening noise suddenly distracted me from the river and I tripped over an exposed root that protruded from the ground, stumbling to regain my balance. I overcompensated and fell head first toward the river. I saw my face's distorted reflection in the reflection of the flowing water and braced myself
I woke up with a jolt. Hannah had unceremoniously shaken me awake, and was now jumping up and down, squealing with joy.
"I've been classified as a Caregiver Lena! I'm actually a caregiver!! I was so worried oh my god!! You were right Lena, I really could have just relaxed all summer!"
Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I nodded my head in a supportive gesture and clapped lightly, still laying comfortably in the position I woke up in.
"Oh my god I'm so rude I'm sorry, here's your letter. I couldn't wait to open mine, but at least we can be together to celebrate yours now!"
I rolled my eyes, taking the letter from her outstretched hand. "I'm going to get neutral Han, there's nothing to celebrate. I don't mind though, I'm just happy that you got what you worked so hard for. If anyone deserves it, it's you."
Hannah smiled broadly, and turned away trying, and failing to hide the fact that she was tearing up. Turning back after a moment she said.
"You're a good friend Lena. I know you're not really sure what you want to do quite yet, but Neutrals can do literally anything! And if you get assigned caregiver, you can always rescind your status and default back to neutral."
I smiled in reply, unsure how to respond in a way that didn't sound overly pessimistic. Still laying down, I clumsily began to open the letter with my fingers, seeing Hannah cringe out of the corner of my eye as I did. Ignoring her reaction, I continued until the piece of mail slid through the now mangled top of the envalope. I knew what the letter was going to say before I opened it. As I unfolded the letter Hannah said quickly
" Maybe you should at least sit up, it'll feel like more fun!"
Begrudgingly humoring her, I placed the still folded letter on my bedside table and began to sit up, but faltered, still hidden beneath my fluffly blanket. Something wasn't right.. My legs felt.. cold?
"What's wrong? I know classification letters are nerve wracking but you have to see the results sometime!"
Hannah, sensing now that something was wrong leaned in on the bed to look at me more closely, concern in her eyes.
"Are you okay Lena? You seem like you're somewhere el..
Hannah let her words trail off, carefully lifting herself off of the bed. A patchy, yellowish wet spot that was vaguely shaped like Hannah's hand had seeped through the fluffly blankets and become visible to both of us.
My eyes widened in horror as I finally understood why I was cold.
"It was probably just the stress!"
Hannah reassured hastily in reply to the expression on my face. She said it with just a little too much enthusiasm, trying desperately not to imply what we both immediately feared.
One of the first courses we took at university was Physiology & Psychology of Littles: 101. It explained everything that pre-classified littles may experience before and after their classification, with bedwetting or thumb sucking being the most common early indicators.
I'd already woken up wet twice this year, but it had been easy to write them off. The first time I'd been drinking with some friends and woke up with a little wet spot that had soaked into their couch, which I had hastily covered and hoped people would assume was a spilled drink.
The other time was just a random night a few months ago, which Hannah had convinced me was purely caused by the stress of exams.
This third time seemed a lot more real, amplified by the unrevealed results of my classification letter. Hannah looked me in the eyes, and ignoring the current state of my bedding she asked cautiously,
"Would it be easier for me to read your results and let you know..?"
Emotion was swelling up within me. My life might be about to change forever. I nodded my head quickly, looking away and closing my eyes tight; begging the universe to spare me from what I feared the letter would say.
Hannah began to read aloud, clearly and deliberately:
Dear Ms. Smith, we are pleased to inform you that your classification has been officially codified. Please see below for your updated information. Your existing ID card will be updated & mailed to your current address.
Name: LENA SMITH
Age: 21
Official Classification: NEUTRAL
Age of Majority: CONFIRMED
I let out a sigh of extreme relief as Hannah jumped up and down for me, almost as relieved as I was.
"Thank god. The bedwetting was just the stress after all" she said confidently.
I nodded my head in agreement, relieved but now slightly frustrated and embarrassed again because my bed was still soaked. Hoping for some privacy, I told Hannah timidly
"I'm just going to.. um.. clean up, but did you wanna meet me at the cafe in an hour and we can celebrate with an overpriced breakfast?
Taking the hint, Hannah agreed and left, closing thd door behind her. I waited a few minutes until I heard her leave the house, then I stripped the blankets and sheets off the bed and ran to the washroom to throw them into the laundry. I then quickly hopped in the shower, and finished getting myself ready for the day.
I thought to myself as I locked the front door 45 minutes later "It's been an annoying morning so far but I guess I should count myself lucky I'm not on my way to Littles R Us right now.."
Another AMAZING story in the Classified universe. And written by the adorable little who helped me turn Sammy into the character she is today! She was my little consultant way back then!
All of your friends coming over for a “baby shower” except there’s no actual baby and it’s just your first night as a fully infantilized adult.
Your partner having a conversation with everyone about your regressive progress as you quietly find a spot behind the couch to squat and push. A friend catching your embarrassing escapade and announcing to the party that your diaper’s full as your face flushes deep crimson.
Being laid down on a changing mat in the middle of the celebration so your partner can show everyone how an adult’s diaper change is performed. A willing participant is called up to place the tapes of your fresh Huggies as you absentmindedly suckle on your pacifier and look up starry-eyed.
Having your adult boundaries completely ignored for the rest of the night. People you considered as your friends openly pull back your waistband to check for damages. Former crushes pinch your cheeks and coo at your adorable, babyish outfit as you cling to your caregiver’s side
Being sent to bed early as the crowd continues the night’s festivities, falling asleep in your crib to the sounds of your now-parental figure’s sounds of pleasure in the room next over. Waking up the next morning to a soggy diaper, and absolutely no chance of going back.
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When you're thickly diapered and planning to use it fully - so not when you're trying to be especially mindful of things - do you still monitor when you go or do you just let it dribble as it comes? Like you mentioned about your car ride that you might have wanted to get out every thirty minutes to go. So were you holding all that time until you deliberately had a "proper/full" wetting?
Oooh I love this question. *Blush.* When I’m well hydrated, I have to go so often that I kinda just wet every 15-30 minutes or so. I should keep a log honestly. I rarely get to the point of desperation to have a full/proper wetting. It also depends on what level of protection I’m wearing and if I’m sitting on my absorbent car pad (thanks @resonantyes for sending this particular accessory to me back in the day). If I’m wearing a thick diaper and sitting on my pad, then I don’t think about it at all and just release all the time. If I’m close to leaking or worried about leaking, then I’ll try to be more conscious. I’ll admit that I’ve leaked onto my car seat enough times to be kinda cautious!
Hi! I’m Mouse & I’ve been in the community for a little over 10 years now. Over the past few years I’ve noticed a trend in the online scamming so I just wanted to take a moment to teach some of the knowledge I’ve learned & you can used this knowledge to practice good online safety! Please reblog so not just you will be informed!
✨ Most scammers will use apps like signal or zangi to scam you on! Typically they will tell you to DM them and they will give you the number to either of these apps… They are starting to become more trickier and come up with telegram/Whatnot numbers. If you feel like someone gave you their number and they are a known scammer ask for verification. Have them take multiple pictures doing certain poses or heck have them hold up the newspaper for that day if needed. 
🍼 If somebody messages you and says that you have to pay to be in the community. Where if somebody tells you that you have to pay for a license To post or have a potty license. This is false information. No one one is the actual community will ask you these things. This is the biggest red flag! Sex workers or artists are the only people I can think of who will provides services/content (Please vet the people you buy from! I’ve heard of so many people being taken advantage of due to not looking for reviews!) If they don’t have a JFF or even a throne as well. Most diaper peeps in the community have one or the other if they are actively posting!
🐱 If you see a post that you really like instead of just quickly liking it and re-blogging it take a moment to see who shared it. Do they have any info listed on their page? Is their age listed? Does any of the photos match? (For example do they all have the same person involved and if not is the person being tagged/credited) These are good questions to ask yourself so you don’t reblog something that’s stolen!
🥰 Is their post watermarked if so does it match the account name? Most of the time people use the same username throughout all of their social media. For example, I tried to use Mouseabdl for all of my platforms now. (just with the exception of Reddit and JFF because those are harder to update.) Also if you post any kind of original content remember to watermark it! I didn’t at first now I have a known impersonator on TikTok. They have stolen hundreds from people that I know of!
🧃 Next, look at the hashtags listed. When you see the hashtags are they using ones that don’t really make sense? I’ve been seeing an influx of hashtags that are being shared for example naming all the continents with the word ABDL with it. 
🎂 Another good rule of thumb is photo reversing on google images to see if it’s been uploaded in other places and who is the original person! Normally these scammers don’t spend much time on covering their tracks so they will use stolen images on here, stock photos or even random vanilla women on Facebook/other places!
👀 If the photo or video is AI. A lot of content creators are against using AI due to the fact that people are using it to scam others & other reasons. (Recently to modify photos if that be to remove watermarks or make things look different so you’ll be confused.) you can always check online to see if the photo is authentic! You can easily Google for AI authenticator website!
👑 If they are posting on TikTok! Most people who are in the community do not post on TikTok especially diaper content because it goes against their ToS! Tiktok does not like porn of any kind so if you’re seeking it on there it’s 99% a scammer who isn’t even in the community.
👽 These are just some of the things that I have noticed on what you can do to protect yourself from a known scammer. A lot of the time I’m noticing that they are portraying to be AB mommies but sometimes they will pretend to be famous ABDL models. please do not give ANY money or private information to someone that you do not know within the community. I’ve heard of so many horrible experiences lately of people losing hundreds to thousands of dollars because they truly wanted to believe the scammer was real. 
If you made it this far enjoy this photo of mine as a good well done! :’)
Follow these steps to protect yourself and your wallet! If you see a scammer report/call out & block them!!
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Hi if you're an ageplayer its actually kind of your moral obligation to get a library card and check out children's books. Libraries often get funding according to how often they are used and since most of us will be doing this for the rest of our lives you can have a variety of stories without being wasteful of the materials to make them. I also feel like they may allocate funds depending on book type so you could be helping provide resources for children by doing so. I am a bearded man and will stop on my way home from work and always have an excuse about renting them for my niece and haven't needed to use it because no one has ever batted an eye at me.
I have an all day event today, so I decided this was the day to test out my Rearz Omutsu Purrfection diaper. It’s holding up great so far! The top right picture is before heading out on an hour drive and the bottom picture is 3-hrs later. I’m not dry, but I’ve got lots of room to go!
Diaper dorks who chug lots of water are so adorable. 😆
Like, it's not embarrassing enough that you're an adult wearing pampers. You literally cannot wait to piss yourself.
You're so desperate to breathe in your own stinking perfume of stale pee. To feel the sagging weight of your "accidents" grow and grow as you intentionally flood your bladder.
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How does a little know they're in littlespace..?, I'm curious, I just get into this and I want to know if I'm getting closer or getting away from it...
good question! i think it’s subjective and different for everyone. in my own experience it’s a very slippery headspace. i don’t really feel it turn on or off. it comes and goes in strength during my allotted “little time”.
for me it feels like a lot of my emotions are more on the surface and less regulated. not necessarily in a bad way, but in a way where im just more expressive with them. kind of an unmasking of sorts. i also feel relaxed, generally content and not concerned with anything.
i didnt ever feel properly little until i was like 22 lol and had consistent access to diapers and other little gear. i’d had on and off access to diapers for around 3.5 years but never in the right circumstances to help me feel little. it’s super environment dependent (for me).
things like getting high, being diapered, talking to mutuals, watching old shows, and playing with my toys helps me get there. and sometimes it doesn’t come or only lasts a very short while.
if other ppl have tips for feeling little or understanding their own headspace pls contribute!
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