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Many partners new to Diaper Discipline struggle to increase their involvement, the below list is designed to provide ideas and inspiration for you to implement in daily life.
You don't need to do all of these every day but try incorporating 2-4 elements a day and work up in terms of frequency and progressing from Beginner items to Intermediate & Advanced.
Beginner
Make an effort to talk about their diapers. Casually ask things like:
“How’s your diaper holding up?”
“Your waistband is showing baby”
“Do you need to change?”
“Those jeans hide your diaper well”
“These diapers look cute on you”
“Do you need to order more diapers soon?”
Let them know you expect them to use their diaper, by saying things like:
- “This diaper should hold all of your wee’s and poops” when changing them into a fresh diaper
- “Remember you’re not allowed to use the toilet today”
- “Did you wet your diaper like a good boy/girl?”
- “Good boy/girl for messing your diaper.“
- “Did you poop today or do you need something to help tonight?”
Make an effort to interact with their diaper. Squeeze it, pat/smack their bottom when padded, rub the front of it to get them excited, and when hugging place a hand on their diapered bum, etc.
Implement simple Baby elements:
- Call them your baby boy/girl, etc
- Dress them in baby-style (AB) clothes at night
- Give them a bedtime drink in a sippy cup or baby bottle
- Have them use a adult pacifier at night
Each morning check their diaper, this can be done in bed by just squeezing the front of it.
It will likely be wet so comment on that by saying something like “I’m glad you had a diaper on or you’d have wet the bed” or “You really are turning into a bedwetter aren’t you”
After their morning shower either change them into a fresh diaper if you’re up, or if you're still in bed, get them to come over and drop their trousers / lift skirt so you can check they're wearing one.
Each evening lay out a thick diaper and ABDL bedtime clothing and tell them to go get ready for bed. This should be a few hours before you actually go to bed.
Before leaving the house make them drop their trousers / lift skirt so you can check they're wearing a diaper. For day trips, also ask them if they've got their diaper bag packed.
Once or twice a week force them to mess themselves by giving them either 2x Ducolax tablets or a suppository which they must take/insert.
When not wearing diapers, make them wear pull-ups, training pants, girly underwear (if male), or childish patterned pants.
When at home and not working dress them in embarrassing clothing, good options include:
- No bottoms / exposed diapers
- ABDL onesie / romper
- A skirt (male or female)
- ABDL shortalls or dress
- Childish 2-piece PJs
- Footed sleeper
Experiment with light bondage:
- Add a locking diaper cover over their diapers
- Restrain them to a bed for 2 hours after making them insert a suppository
- Chain them to their desk using locking ankle cuffs or diaper cover
- Use other locking clothing to prevent diaper access (e.g. rear zipping footed sleepers)
Intermediate
In public, ask them about their diaper or do a subtle diaper check (squeeze front/back) when nobody will hear or see.
Add more elements of babying:
- Feed them a bottle of milk each night
- Make them sleep with a teddy
- Talk to them like a baby during diaper checks and changes
- Make them use a pacifier in the daytime
Encourage them to mess in their diaper for convenience. For example, if heading out for the day ask them to fill their diaper before leaving so they won’t mess in public.
If you notice their wet diaper is starting to smell take them by the hand, lay them down, and change their diaper. Don’t ask if they need one or make it a choice.
Surprise them by buying new ABDL items (clothing, diapers, pacifiers, etc)
Punish any bad behavior by making their diaper experience less pleasant:
- Smack them until crying before changing them into a new diaper
- Add elements of forced regression such as locking mittens, pacifier gag, restraints
- Make them stay in messy diapers for extended periods
- Feed them a blended or cut-up version of their meal. Use a bib and mittens to force them to let you feed them.
- Treat him as a sissy/girl with pink diapers and female clothing or baby girl AB items.
Twice a week, force them to mess themselves. Insert a suppository into their bum (wear disposal gloves) or use a fleet-enema (no gloves required) during a change.
Make them ask you for permission to get changed and use the opportunity to inspect their diaper. If it doesn’t look full, make them wait 1-2 hours longer.
Get them ready for bed each evening by changing them into thick diapers and dressing them in ABDL clothes.
At home only allow thick or ABDL diapers to be worn.
Take them shopping while diapered to buy new medical diapers, pull-ups, feminine/childish underwear/clothing, and other baby supplies (powder, baby food, etc)
Make their diapered / baby status obvious around your home when visitors aren’t present:
- Have a dedicated changing area with diapers stacked up clearly
- Keep a pacifier next to their bed
- Have a few ready-made bottles in the fridge
- Hang up their ABDL clothes so they’re easily accessible
Make them wear a swim diaper on vacation (at the beach/pool)
If they're male, experiment with treating him as a sissy/girl some days:
- Use locking mittens at night
- Restrain them to a bed overnight after giving them 2x ducolax tablets
- Add ankle and chest restraints to their office chair to prevent movement while working from home
- Use a pacifier gag regularly
Advanced
Change their diaper while out in public.
Look for a changing places toilet (Europe) or a standard accessible restroom can be used by bringing a disposal changing mat for the floor. You can also change them laying down over the back seats of your vehicle if in a secluded area.
Increase Babying:
- Create a baby bed for them, ideally a single bed with childish sheets, teddies, and restraints to simulate being locked in a crib. This can be used for naps or overnight punishments.
- Regularly feed them a blended or cut-up version of their meal. Use a bib and mittens to force them to let you feed them.
- Make them wear mittens to bed each night
- Force them to crawl by using training booties (small spikes prevent standing)
- Pacifier must be attached to them at all times while at home
- Setup a playpen which they must stay in for extended periods (even if still doing more adult activities like being on a phone or gaming)
Force them to mess themselves in front of you.
Administer a suppository or fleet enema but make them stay laying or sitting next to you. Encourage and then tease them for messing themselves like a baby.
Occasionally change them out of their messy diapers. Disposal gloves and adult wipes are recommended.
Force them to mess themselves while out of the house:
- Hand them a suppository to go and insert after finishing a meal at a restaurant. They'll have to try to hold until you’ve got the bill and left.
- On long drives make them insert a suppository when you’re still 1-2 hours away from your home/destination
- Administer a suppository or fleet enema before sending them to go shopping or other out-of-home chores.
Incorporate bondage into their forced babying by:
- Use locking diaper covers, plastic pants, or onesies to prevent self-changing
- Attach hands and feet to restraints during changes
- Restrain them overnight
- Use a straightjacket
Take them shopping to buy supplies from an ABDL shop
If male, treat him as a sissy most or all of the time at home:
Dress them as a baby most or all of the time at home:
- Exposed diapers & babyish t-shirts
- Baby-themed onesies (not plain)
- Baby dresses/rompers
- Baby-style socks & tights
- No adult clothes (if working from home, adult clothes can be worn on top but the lower half should still be babyish)
Force them to lose control by adding laxatives without their knowledge to some meals and drinks (have prior consent to do this).
Restrict their diaper changes to certain times ensuring they’ll sometimes have to wait a few hours to change out of well-used diapers.
Switch to thick or ABDL diapers exclusively, making them less discrete in public.
Increase use of bondage:
- Use locking mittens & clothing most nights
- Use a straight jacket some weekends and evenings, feeding them and changing them during these times.
- Use Segufix restraints to completely secure them to a bed/crib
The gym is loud, the kind of loud that makes your ears ring even after you leave. The game is intense, sweat, sneakers squeaking, the occasional curse when someone misses a shot. You’re not the best player here, but you hold your own. You laugh when Jake trips over his own feet, and you high-five Matt when he sinks a three-pointer.
Halfway through, someone calls a timeout. You collapse onto the bleachers, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. An ad pops up on the screen, some bright, cartoonish thing about "diapers for modern men." You roll your eyes and shove it back into your pocket.
"Can you believe this shit?" Mark says, nudging you with his elbow. He’s pointing at a billboard across the street, one of those new ones with a man in a diaper, grinning like an idiot. The caption reads, "Real men embrace their inner boy!"
"You’re telling me," you scoff, shaking your head. "Feminists are really pushing this toddler crap. Like, what’s next? Mandatory pacifiers?"
The guys laugh, and you join in, your voice blending with theirs. It’s easy to play along, to act like the idea of men in diapers is ridiculous. You shift slightly on the bleacher, feeling the thick padding between your legs, the crinkle of plastic hidden beneath your basketball shorts. No one knows. No one suspects.
"Seriously, though," Jake chimes in, wiping his face with his shirt. "My girlfriend’s been talking about this new study. Says it’s ‘empowering’ for men to give up control. Like, what the hell? I’m not letting some chick turn me into her baby."
You snort, crossing your arms. "Yeah, right. Like any of us would let that happen."
The game starts again, and you throw yourself back into it, the rhythm of the game drowning out the nagging thought in the back of your mind. The thought that maybe, just maybe, you’re already there.
The game ends, and you say your goodbyes, slinging your bag over your shoulder. The walk home is quiet, the streets bathed in the orange glow of streetlights. You can feel the weight between your legs, the warmth spreading as you walk. You’ve been filling your diaper for hours.
You finally reach your apartment, the door clicking shut behind you. The silence is a relief, the weight of the day lifting slightly. You drop your bag by the door and kick off your shoes, already reaching for the waistband of your shorts.
"Hey, baby."
Her voice cuts through the silence, and you freeze. You turn slowly, your heart pounding. She’s leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. You swallow hard, your fingers still hooked in the waistband of your shorts.
"Did you have fun with the boys?" she asks, pushing off the doorway and walking toward you. There’s something in her tone, something that makes your stomach clench.
"Y-yeah," you stammer, your voice cracking slightly. "Just a game."
She stops in front of you, her eyes flicking down to where your fingers are still gripping your shorts. "Good. Now let’s see how my good boy did tonight."
Before you can protest, her hands are on your waist, pulling your shorts down in one swift motion. The cool air hits your skin, and you can feel the heat rising in your face. Your diaper is swollen, the front sagging and discolored.
She lets out a soft, approving hum. "Look at you. Such a good boy, peeing all afternoon for Mommy."
Your breath hitches, the words sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel your face burning, but there’s something else, too something warm and fuzzy in your chest.
She kneels in front of you, her hands running over the front of your diaper, pressing gently. "Did it feel good? Being out with your friends, knowing you were Mommy’s little secret?"
You nod, your throat too tight to speak. It did feel good. Better than the game, better than the laughter, better than anything else tonight.
She stands, cupping your face in her hands. "That’s my good boy. Now let’s get you cleaned up, huh?"
You nod again, your body relaxing into her touch. The embarrassment is still there, but it’s drowned out by the warmth in your chest, the relief of finally being seen. Of finally being you.
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"Let's get you out of these clothes, you won't need them any more. And such a cute butt too, it's going to look so good plugged up."
Victoria felt her arousal grow between her thighs as her freshly caught new slave squirmed uselessly beneath her. This one would make a fine addition to her basement.
I’d like to see more content of littles who just like,… don’t care
As an example: no matter what, they’re not holding it. Their CG can have them in undies, a pull up, a triple boosted diaper, bottomless, it doesn’t matter. They’re not holding it. It’s not their job to hold it. They’re not focusing on it because they have more important things to do! So their CG’s job is to make sure that whatever happens, they’re prepared to either clean it up or contain it.
Another thought: arrested development. No matter what happens, they’ll only ever be so big. Bring them to a restaurant and they’re gonna order off the kids menu. Bring them to the zoo and they’ll display childlike wonder. When they’re tired, they can’t even try to hold in their emotions. They are who they are, and it’s CG’s responsibility to happily take care of them, not to try to make them the adult that they just can’t be.
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The idea of someone "potty training" me and acting really sweet and nice but secretly making their goal to un-potty train me and slowly break me down into a baby is like my biggest fantasy... I have an accident and she's very insistent on it so I'm like, okay, whatever, I'll play along. I'm an adult with a functional bladder anyway, so it's not like I'll actually need to use these training underwear. And at least they're fabric ones, it's not like they're pull ups or diapers or anything.
She loads me up on water and juice and is taking me to the potty every 15 minutes before our road trip, so I'm "plenty hydrated, but can still get it all out before we get going!" I'm still allowed to use the big potty toilet, for now, as long as she walks me over and holds my hand while I go. I don't know what "rapid desperation" is, but I do end up peeing a little every time, since I've been drinking so much water and juice. And... the attention is nice. The way she says "good job, baby boy!" after every time I go makes my whole face red with embarrassment, but it also makes me feel really good. Like I did a good job and she's proud of me.
Then comes the road trip to our weekend getaway It's a short one, only 2 hours. Usually on a drive that short I wouldn't even need to think about the bathroom. But this time... Oh boy. I'm looking around frantically about halfway through, even though I know there are no rest stops nearby. I'm pressing my legs together as tightly as I can, trying not to show how badly I need to go. She clocks it right away, of course. "Do you need the potty?" She asks, sounding a little amused. My face goes red again.
"Nooo..." I say. I sound horribly unconvincing. Horribly unconvincing and small. That's not allowed, stop that. I straighten up in my seat. "I, uh. I could use the bathroom for sure. But, I think I can hold it?" Big voice. That's better.
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"Are you sure?" She says, a knowing look on her face. "You look pretty tense. If you need to go, I brought a potty— it's in the trunk. I can pull over."
I shake my head. "I think I'll be fine. I should be good. Let's just focus on something else." I try to keep my eyes on the road.
About twenty minutes later, the urgency has only gotten worse, and I realize that I just leaked. We were listening to an episode of a podcast, something about dinosaurs, and it was making me laugh, and a little piss spurted out, I can feel the warmth of it and then the rapid cooling as the wet spot soaks into my training underwear. I frantically feel the front of my jeans. No wetness yet. But I need to go. The pressure is intense, I can feel it continuing to build up and I rock back and forth in my seat a little. "I really, really have to go," I admit with a whine.
"The potty's right back there, baby." She reminds me. "Want me to pull over? It's our last chance before we get into town."
I briefly consider it, but... I really don't want to use that potty, especially not on the side of the road where someone might drive by and see me. "No," I insist, although my confidence in my bladder is shrinking. "I think I'll be okay."
Twenty minutes later, I am not okay. I'm leaning forward in my seat with my head and arms resting on the dashboard, hunched over my bladder, trying desperately to keep everything in. I can't do it, I leak again. It's a big one this time. I don't even need to check to see if it's showing through the front of my pants, I know it is. I need to go, the strain on my bladder hurts. I let out a moan, muffled by my arms. "I need to go, I can't hold it, can you please pull over, please," I beg, even though I know the answer. We're in town now, so I can't do that, everyone would see, and I can't let go, because I'm in her car, so I have to hold it.
She puts a hand on my shoulder. "Just a little further, baby. Almost there."
When we get to the airbnb place, I almost lose it as soon as I step out of the car. I stagger towards the door, then freeze as I leak again, substantially. There's a huge wet patch halfway down my legs when I manage to get it to stop. I can't do words, it's too much. Luckily, she interprets what I need, and grabs the potty from the trunk and tugs me inside.
I don't even think about the potty or what it looks like. I'm grateful when she sets it on the floor behind me, and I shove my half-wet pants and the utterly soaked training underwear down to my ankles and sit down and piss, my stream audibly spraying the plastic. It feels like I'm going forever. It's a few moments before the relief kicks in, and I sigh as the tension slowly leaves my body along with the contents of my overfull bladder. I worry, irrationally, for a moment that I might overfill the potty. But it's an adult-sized one, and it has plenty of room.
As my flow peters off, the stream going from a spray to a stream to a dribble, I can see the situation more clearly and I begin to realize how embarrassing it is. I'm sitting on the potty, a white plastic thing adorned with primary colors, and my cold, soggy pants and training undies are down around my ankles. I "made it," sure, technically, but I only made it to the plastic training potty right in front of the door, and I sure leaked a substantial amount— my pants are soaked. I shamefully wipe myself, although my legs are damp with piss too. I'll need a shower if I don't want to get a rash.
I stand up, trying to decide what to do about my wet pants. I know I shouldn't just walk upstairs with my pants around my ankles, but I'm not asking her to get new pants for me, that would be rude. But I can't make myself pull the cold wet pants up, or take my shoes off, they're wet and yucky too, so I can get the pants off.
It's all just a little too much, and to my further embarrassment, I start to cry. I'm trying not to, so it's quiet. But I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. I sit back down on the potty. I'm sure she's going to hate me. She's been watching from afar, but now she comes closer.
"What's wrong, honey?" She asks. Her voice is soft. I can't get the words out at first, but she's patient. She puts her hands on my shoulders. I hold onto them.
"I, it's yucky, I'm yucky," I manage to get out before the crying starts again and cuts me off. I just wanna get clean and dry but I'm not sure how to make that happen at the moment, I'm crazy overstimulated and embarrassed and regressed, which I've never done around her, I shouldn't let myself, but I can't make myself be big right now, it's just not happening.
"Okay, baby. Want me to make it better?" She asks.
She's... not mad? I nod. I need her to make it better, I need her help. She begins undoing my shoes, and I start crying again, because they're yucky and she's so nice and she shouldn't have to touch them just to help a stupid baby like me. But she does, and takes them off, then slips my wet pants off as well. Then, she offers me her hand, and I take it, and follow her upstairs wordlessly. She's murmuring little encouragements to me.
We get to the bathroom, and I wait for her to turn on the shower, or to leave me to do it, but she starts a bath, instead. And she puts bubbles in it. Then she takes my shirt off and tells me to get in, so I do.
The water is warm and comfy and it immediately washes away the drying pee that was starting to get a little itchy on my legs. And she brought me a bath toy, the kind that suctions onto the wall and you can pour water in and watch it go through different little sections, along with cups in bright primary colors to pour the water. I reach for it, then hesitate. I'm not supposed to be little, it's already too much for me to be accepting the bath like this. She smiles. "Can you help me out? I need someone to please pour some water in the toy for me. I want to make sure it works."
I nod. I can do that. I am a good helper. I take the little blue cup on the rim of the tub and diligently pour a cupful of bath water into the toy. It dribbles down and makes the sections spin. I smile. It's cool! I pour another cup, then another, forgetting myself and my reservations entirely. I like the bath.
She watches me play, and joins in with the yellow cup, splashing me occasionally. I giggle. Eventually, the tub starts to get cold, and I'm getting a little hungry and sleepy. She pulls the plug and allllll the water goes down the drain. Bye bye bath time.
I step out and dry off. She gets me dressed in some comfy pajamas and then we go downstairs and eat the dinner we packed for tonight. I'm so sleepy after the ordeal of the day. I normally would have slept on the drive over, but I didn't due to my desperation.
I use the bathroom, again with her supervision, and then I'm ready for bed. I'm about to climb in under the covers when she stops me. "Baby, one second."
I stop, yawning. "What's up?"
She's holding something in her hands. I squint. Is that a diaper? "Is that a diaper?" I ask, out loud, realizing I've just been standing there staring.
"No, no," she reassures me. "It's just a nighttime pull-up. Just for tonight, you know? I know you ended up making it to the potty today, but you still left quite a mess. And I had to clean it up, you know."
"I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, crestfallen. I hadn't even thought about the dribbles I must have left on my way to the potty, or my soaked pants and shoes, or anything. She had cleaned them up and not even said a word. Guilt lodges itself in my stomach. "You didn't have to do that, I really am sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you, somehow. Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, there is." She says, putting it simply. "You can wear one of these tonight." She waggles the nighttime pull-up up and down with her hands. "That way, we can guarantee there are no more accidents. Is that okay with you?"
I nod, my face going red again. I don't want to, but... I do want to make it up to her. So I put it on, and we both go to bed.
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the best thing about keeping her in diapers is that there are so many ways to casually embarrass her:
“Honey, do you need to be changed, or are you still good? Just want to make sure you’re comfy, okay?”
"You’re waddling a bit, sweetie. Let me check if you’re wet. No need to act shy, it’s just us.”
"Oh, let’s not worry about finding a bathroom today, okay? Just relax, and we’ll take care of you later.”
“It’s a long car ride, so I think it’s best we make sure you’re extra protected today.”
“Nobody’s gonna notice. I mean... Daddy can hear you crinkle when you walk, but I’m *sure* nobody else can tell."
"It's not obvious. They'll just think your butt looks cute. They're not gonna guess that you're still in diapers at your age."
“Let’s get ready to go. Can you bring your daytime bag in the car for Daddy?”
“Yes, honey, we do need to pack your changing pad this time. There probably isn’t gonna be a family restroom with a changing table big enough for you...”
"Make sure to tell me if you feel wet down there, sweetheart. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to pull you aside in front of your friends, and you’re not gonna like that.”
“She’s been having a lot of issues lately… yes, all the time now. We’re just trying to make sure she’s comfortable.”
“Honey, come here… you’re looking a little squirmy. Is there something you need to tell me?"
“Do you have a quiet room somewhere where I could take care of her? We’ll just be a minute.”
“Oh - do you think I could borrow some wet wipes? We just ran out.”
"Sweetheart, could you come with me to your friend Katie's bedroom for a minute? I just need your help with something real quick."
"She'll be right back."
“Oh baby... you’re soaked! Why didn’t you tell me? Did you know you had an accident?”
“Do you want to be a big girl for Daddy? You do? Good girl. You need to stop fussing and hold still so we can get you changed.”
“Yes, I know you don’t want to smell like baby powder in front of your friends. But we don’t want you to get a rash...”
"It’s so much easier now that you don’t have to worry about the bathroom, isn’t it?"
"I had to explain to the hotel staff why we needed the mattress protector. They were super understanding, though…”
“It’s okay... No one expects you to stay dry at night, sweetie. You haven’t had a dry morning in months.”
“Let’s put a towel down under you for the movie… just in case."
“Can I borrow her for a minute?”
“Let’s get your shirt tucked in back there. You were sticking out of your pants a little bit.”
"Maybe we should try a onesie for you when we get back home, huh? We could button you up, so you don't keep accidentally... showing off. Would you like that?"
"Hold still please. I need to check your diaper. It’s gonna be a lot quicker if you stop squirming.”
“Now. Come here. We need to get you ready for nighttime. I don't want any arguments.”
"Aww, you want to try to use the potty tomorrow? How about we try that another day? We’re not ready for potty training with you right now."
"You looked so cute today when you tried to act like a big girl.”
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