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Sir fastened the yellow stripey school tie carefully around my neck, knotting it tightly around the grey polyester short-sleeve shirt. Grey elasticated shorts and grey knee socks with their two yellow stripes completed the look. Underneath, the crinkly nappy already felt bulky.

After putting on my velcro school shoes, we stepped outside and began walking toward the park. Halfway there I felt the familiar warm rush as I wet the nappy. The plastic grew heavier and warmer against my skin. I kept quiet, hoping Sir would not notice yet.

At the grass he ordered me to sit cross-legged for a few photographs. Then he stood me up again.

“Shorts down,” he said. “Nappy check.”

I glanced around. We were outside, in full view of the path. Still, I pushed the grey shorts to my knees. The front of the wet nappy was obvious - the dark, damp patch and the swollen padding impossible to hide.

Sir pressed a hand against the plastic, feeling the warmth. “Good. You used it properly. Leave the shorts where they are for a moment.”

He took several more photographs while I stood there, the wet nappy fully on display. Only when he was satisfied did he allow me to pull the shorts back up.

“This is how a boy of mine is checked,” he said simply. “Outside or indoors makes no difference.”

You jerked violently against the restraints in your stroller. You screamed mutely into the large pacifier you had been gagged with.

But Daddy and the Regression Clinic Receptionist paid you no mind. You weren't the only 'reluctant patient' in the waiting room. To them this was just an ordinary day.

They discussed the horrors planned for you with the same tone as ordering a cup of coffee.

"You've booked the little one for the Crawler package today... no more walking, no more potty training and minimal talking. Fine motor skills and reading will degrade as well."

"That's right, the Pre-Schooler package wasn't working for me... Just too hard to keep up with the little rascal."

"We get that a lot, no shame in it. Some parents prefer a less independent child too."

"I've signed the consent form... They can't really write their own name anyways"

"The Doctor will see you now"

You began to panic... No more walking. You could never get away now, escape from your baby life would be completely impossible.

You thrashed violently against the straps as your stroller moved slowly towards the examination room....

"-Uh oh Daddy, I think diapee is very soggy already😳

-Well, I’m at work buddy, so it’ll need to wait a little. Won’t be back home for a few hours.

-*sends picture* …but look, one side is fuuuull!

-Fill the other side then kiddo. Do you want to prove Daddy that you can control your little willy? Show me and fill the other side of your Pamp without leaking.

-But it’s tough with the peepee cage Daddyyy…

-Sorry buddy, nothing I can do about that. Now, be a brave and strong boy and do your best to show me you deserve to be trusted in your little Pamps. Gotta go, love you babyboy."

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Q: I don't know if you've been asked this yet but how many diapers does your little go through in one day? And do you have any tips for dealing with the cost of the diapers?

From @emonerdyboy13

A: My little guy generally goes through 3 to 5 Pamps a day. It really depends on a lot of things. The weather, if he needs to drink more, what time he gets up and what he’s up to during the day. You may remember the two editions of "Diapeefy", our very own yearly recap of babyboy’s achievements. On those posts, this little stinker achieved 978 paddings in 2024 and over a thousand in 2025! One important thing is that I have realized that he became quickly cranky when in need of a change. I am currently in the process of making him used to staying in soggy or messy Pamps for longer periods of time. Changes will not happen as quickly as in the past as I think it is important for him to enjoy the feeling of his diaps whether they are dry or soiled.

No real tips when it comes to the cost of those precious crinkly underwear unfortunately. They are expensive, that’s a fact. I would recommend not using proper AB/DL ones if those are too expensive and use simple white ones you can find pretty much anywhere. They still do the job! Don’t change right away and make sure you have really used them to the fullest before getting another one.

Q: Hey Question for Daddy. First i really like what you do and i have to admit im very jealous . Sorry if i ask something that was asked in the past but is there stuff that your baby didnt think off at first that end up being quite embarassing for him or that he actually regrets with his baby life compare to his old life.

From @littlenick24

A: Oh, there are plenty of things he did not expect when he started being my little one. I did not introduce everything to him at the beginning and still keep bringing new things, so any day can bring something new, and that’s the exciting part for me and embarrassing part for him!

The most recent examples have been the babbling and the drooling. I’ve already written about these, but as you can imagine it still makes him very embarrassed whenever I ask him to babble for me for some time. It has become more natural now though, so this is a work in progress. Drooling is however still not natural at all, and I still need to remind him everyday that I expect his bib to be wet by the end of his playtime or cartoon time. He’s been doing much better as he initially kept complaining that having drool on his chin was "cold and yucky". Poor little one, life is so sooo tough…

Q: In your recent post you mentioned a papa, would they ever join the account and how did they find out about your dynamic ?

From an anonymous follower

A: I will definitely write a longer post about that one day as I think it needs a proper and detailed answer. We met through ABDL connections and something clicked instantly. Surprisingly enough, he was also on the "daddy side of things" and had never had a little of his own. Since then, he’s had lot of things to discover, but also a ton of ideas to make little guy even more blushy and babyish.

Q: What do you think about little ones that have tattoos from when they where still acting big?

From an anonymous follower

A: No problem with that. Those tattoos will serve as a reminder that they were one day living as adults, but that it is now over or just play pretend. How about adding another one to balance everything out? Winnie-the-Pooh, Mickey Mouse, Bluey? Options are endless😉

Q: I’m curious to know your little one is reacting to wearing diapers for longer and to this possible loss of continence. Does it scare or frustrate him at all ? And how is dad handling it all? Has it changed your daily routine at all?

From @speedykoalastarfish

Inspired by a real scene this morning… enjoy! 😉

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You’re half asleep in your crib. It must be 5 or 6 am. Not that it matters, it’s too dark to be up anyway. You’re messy and probably soggy too, that usually goes together. It happened some time during the night but you don’t remember about it. Once again, it doesn’t matter.

If your chastity cage wasn’t preventing it, you would be very excited and hard in your padding, but that’s something from the past. Now you’re excited, but hard wouldn’t be a fitting word. Tight sounds more accurate.

And yet, it feels good. You fill up your Pamp a bit more and make it warm all over again. It feels so good, you are in pure bliss. You grab your plushie and gently place it under you before slow motions can be seen from under the covers. Up and down. Up and down. Slow, steady and crinkly.

A long time ago, before you met daddy and had never worn a cage, this would have been so frustrating. You would have whined, sighed and given up. You’ve done this a bit with daddy too, at the beginning. But now, it’s all different. It’s making you even more excited, because you know that what you are doing is forbidden, even half asleep you know that you are going against the rules and it is thrilling. This is what "thrilling" means to you now.

The squishiness of your padding, the crinkles, the comfort of your Dinosaur blanket and the softness of your favorite plushie make you hump faster and faster. The smell would repulse any man in their 20’s, but you are not a man anymore, so it makes you go harder, stronger. Daddy got you used to the smell and to the feel of being messy. Not only did he get you used to it, he made sure that your brain now associates it to "naughty pleasure". It wasn’t easy, it took time and a lot of patience, but it eventually happened.

This moment is the proof that it worked.

Your pacifier muffles your quiet moans and makes you drool on your pillow. You bite on it as you get closer to the finish line, one humping motion at a time.

And then it happens.

You shiver and moan a bit louder, still trying to be quiet, before a sticky wave fills the front of your padding. Thrust after thrust, your locked and throbbing member empties out.

You wait a few seconds, expecting to feel relief, but it does not feel so good. You had never made "stickies", as daddy asks you to call them, through the cage without Mr Buzzy Wand before.

Your frustration rises as you end up panting, drooly, soggy, sticky and messy without feeling much pleasure. You wonder if it was worth the hassle and realize that probably not. Listening to Daddy and Papa would have made more sense and would have avoided this sticky situation. Luckily, the mobile above your head soothes you and you fall back asleep within a couple of minutes, hoping that your sticky mess will disappear into your Pamps and never be discovered…

What you don’t know is that on the other side of the wall, Papa has seen it all, from the monitor in their bedroom. He enjoyed the show, to say the least, and is eagerly waiting for Daddy to wake up to tell him everything about it. Oh, how happy Daddy will be when he hears that his training worked and that you love your paddings so much that a chastity cage and a messy bum did not prevent you from climaxing.

Unfortunately for you, rules have been broken and this cannot go unpunished.

As usual, inspired by a real recent scene… 😉

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You squirm in your car seat. You’re seated at the back of the car while Daddy is driving and Papa is in the passenger seat. You can hear them chatting about a new film that just came out, already trying to plan a night out and check if your "uncles" could possibly babysit you one evening. It’s none of your business anyway, so you just go back to looking to your right through the tinted window. Luckily for you the back windows are tinted so you can be your true self and not have to worry about anyone seeing you.

How embarrassing would that be… Daddy and Papa always tightly secure you in your oversized car seat. On top of that, since you made a mess on the seats with a lollipop a couple of months ago, they never leave you in the car without a "drool" bib as they call it. Of course, this comes with a pacifier as well to soothe you during the car ride, they say.

Today is a hot summer day and it’s very hot in the car. The kind of temperature that makes it feel like a giant heat wave hits you as soon as you open the car door. So, papa removed your dungarees and left you in your yellow and white onesie and your slightly soggy padding. Nothing else needed after all, and it feels much better. You wouldn’t want to be too hot and be a cranky boy, that could get you in trouble.

About half an hour into the car ride, a very common feeling creeps in. Your tummy is sending you a message and you know there’s no escaping it. But it’s always so embarrassing to go in the car, especially when both papa and daddy are there. Maybe you can hold a little and wait 10 more minutes until you’re home.

Holding it in…This is not something you do much anymore. Why bother? You’ve been in Pamps for the last two years and have no way of convincing Daddy nor Papa of letting you use the "big boy potty" ever. So you do not hold. There’s no point.

Six long minutes go by and it’s too much already. You start squirming and whimpering a little through your pacifier which catches Daddy’s attention. You can see he’s looking at you from the rear mirror.

"Everything OK back there babyboy?", he says raising an eyebrow.

You ignore him and try to hold a bit more. Only two minutes left until you’re home now, so you think you can make it. You can already see the Main Street near home.

Daddy discreetly winks at papa and they share a knowing smile.

"Oh, silly me!", one of them says. "I needed something from the grocery store. One more stop it is!"

Daddy proceeds to turn around and your chances of making pushies out of your car seat disappear.

It’s too much for you to take in and you start crying. Literally crying like a baby as you are about to miserably fill the seat of your Pamps with no chance to escape.

"Aww kiddo, what are those tears for, uh? I know it’s past nap time, we’ll be home in no time, okay? Keep making pushies for Daddy and Papa, you’re doing a good job. You’re going to stink up the whole car, but we love you for it. We know it’s too hard for a little boy like you to hold it in like a big boy. There’s no need to try and prove us anything, okay? Now keep pushing and if you’re a good boy, I’ll buy you some big kid cookies instead of the baby ones for snack time."

In a symphony of sounds that make Daddy and Papa silently laugh, you lose control and become the messy boy your daddies love so much.

"Pheeew buddy, this is not a small present you’re leaving us. What a stinker!", Daddy says. "I wonder who will be the lucky one to change this diapee. Would you like to pick who gets to change you when we’re home?"

“Papaaa”, you reply with an unmistakable grin barely hidden behind your oversized pacifier. You know he’s the one who always tries to escape messy changes duty, even after hundreds of those. So, it’s always fun to get your revenge however you can.

“You little rascal, don’t be surprised if you get attacked by the tickle monster once you’re in your fresh diapee…. Someone may start his nap soggy already", papa jokingly warns.

About 20 minutes later, you finally get home and are lifted up by Papa. He gently rubs your back as he carries you upstairs.

"I don’t think there’s anytime to lose, kiddo. This Pamp is on the verge of exploding!"

He sits you up on your changing table and starts unsnapping your onesie and stops.

"Before I change you. Look at me in the eyes and tell me what you’ve done, buddy."

You’re surprised and remain silent, before Papa’s insisting look take the words out of your mouth.

"I…I went boom boom in my diapee, papa”, you say blushing a little.

"Mhm, and where did you do that?"

“In the car…”

“That’s correct, in your car seat. Is that what big boys do? Are you a big boy?”

You shake your head.

“Indeed, you are not a big boy. Who does that?”

“Little boys, Papa.”, you reply with a reddened face.

Papa nods and continues looking straight into your eyes. "Now, I do not want to see you holding in your boom boom when we’re in the car, kiddo. Or ever. You are not a big boy. You are not supposed to be holding anything in. Everything ends in your paddings and I do not want to see you resist this in any way. Alright? You have nothing to prove us. You are and will always be filling those Pamps anywhere and anytime. Is it understood?". Papa’s voice doesn’t sound upset or loud. He is very calm but very assertive. So assertive that you just nod in return.

"Good boy, I love you so much, you know that", he says giving a kiss on your pacifier.

⬆️ The first breakfast baba of the day I mention below. Laying on daddy’s chest to start off the day…

One of the most recurring questions I get on this blog is: What does a full day in your life look like? What does little one do during the day? Is daddy home all the time? Does kiddo get any break during the day?

I had written a post last year about how routine made AB/DL work. At least for us. Like a lot of posts, you may have missed it because our blog got banned, but no worries, there have been a few changes since then, and I will explain everything below. If you have been wondering what happens in a typical day for my little boy, my partner or me, just keep reading…

Before I start, I would like to remind everyone that this is based on our life and our dynamic. There is no rule or model to live an AB/DL life and you can live it however you want to. Everything below may not be adapted to you, but this can serve as inspiration for others. Feel free to also comment any suggestions or ideas you may have, or simply share how you live your AB/DL life!

As a Daddy, one thing I have learned over the years is that AB/DL requires a strict schedule. If you are willing to fully commit, your days are inevitably reshaped and a routine is needed to go through feeding, changing, dressing up, baths and much more. As you can imagine, living like this for a weekend is very fun, but when it’s been going on for almost 30 months, there needs to be a structure.

Without a routine, I would probably have struggled managing work + taking care of my little one. With one, I was able to do it perfectly fine and still enjoy some quiet time in the evening to relax.

I know some of you enjoy those “daddy tips” I post as you might someday be in a position to have a little of your own, or you are simply curious and interested ! Below is how our routine works, so maybe it can inspire your own. Make sure to like and reblog, those posts take a long time to write and it keeps me going!

A quick summary for those of you who don’t feel like reading a post for 10 minutes.

A day in the life of my little pamperpacker contains:

- 4 babas (including one of formula)

- 3 or 4 changes

- 1 bath a day

- Several hours in his playpen

- At least 6 hours wearing a bib

- Yummy numnums and dindins lovingly spoonfed by Papa or Daddy…

- …And a lot of daily fun with Papa and Daddy!

For those who have been asking, our little one does get access to his phone when he’s in his playpen. There’s no parental control on his phone, but my partner and I have full access to his phone. We particularly enjoy when he’s on Tumblr scrolling through AB/DL content or talking to some of you guys as it never fails to make him a bit excited in his paddings and it is extremely cute to see him wriggle and try to get any kind of release through his cage and very thick Pamps. Daddies gotta have their fun…🤷🏻‍♂️

Our babyboy generally does not watch or read any content aimed towards an adult audience. It wouldn’t really fit his mindset. Occasionally, we will watch a movie with him that’s not too babyish, but he has to be a very very good boy for this.

Typical day

(weekdays or weekends are very similar)

7:00: Daddy and Papa wake up and check on monitor -

Alone time to get ready for the day, including morning run, shower and breakfast.

8:15: Daddy/Papa is ready and wakes Kiddo up.

First Pamp check of the day. Generally no change before breakfast no matter if soggy or messy except if already leaked.

8:20 : Breakfast for Kiddo

First baba of the day 🍼: Hot chocolate or regular milk only + a jar of fruit baby food spoon fed by Daddy or Papa.

8:30: First Pamp change + dressing up.

Most likely outfits: Onesie + dungarees in the summer & onesie + pajamas in the winter. A bib is always worn from that time until lunch time.

8:45: Kiddo goes and brushes his teeth on his own (now you understand why he’s wearing a bib already) and washes his face.

09:00: Daddy leaves for work and Papa works from home, or vice versa.

Babyboy used to have some time alone at home when Papa hadn’t joined our family, but it doesn’t happen as often now.

From 09:00 to 11:45: Kiddo is in his playpen, plays with his toys, watches cartoons.

Daddy/Papa regularly checks on him. He’s usually soggy by around 10:30, but no change in the morning.

11:45: Lunch (or "numnums") time.

Can be babyfood or mashed "big boy food" depending on days. Spoonfed by Daddy/Papa most of the time. Morning bib is supposed to be soggy from drool and is changed to food bib.

12:30: Done with Kiddo’s lunch, but usually stays a bit with Papa/Daddy when it is time for him to have his lunch.

Depending on his Pamps, there may be a change after lunch. It is all about checking if it can hold any more, or not.

12:45: Second baba of the day🍼: Regular milk.

From 13:00 to 15:00 (length can vary): naptime for Kiddo.

He doesn’t necessarily sleep the entire time, but it gives him some time to cuddle his plushies and rest a bit after a tough morning in the playpen! (Well, the main reason we make it at least two hours long is because it gives Daddy/Papa some time to work with no noise around, but don’t tell him I said that, or I will have a cranky boy around nap time😉)

15:00: Second or third change once Kiddo is up from his nap.

This one is the most likely to be the messy change of the day. It happens mostly during his naps, which Daddy/Papa can always hear and see on the monitor. Makes for very happy and proud daddies!

15:15 to 17:30: More time in playpen + third baba of the day🍼: regular milk.

Generally more crafty activities like drawing, painting, sticker books, flower pressing, etc. If an activity is too dangerous i.e. requires the use of scissors, Daddy/Papa must be in the room.

17:30: by that time, Daddy or Papa who was at work is back home and generally takes the lead to spend some time with babyboy.

17:45: Third or fourth diaper change & Bath time.

That’s the time of day the chastity cage may be removed for cleaning and put back on.

18:15: Dress up for the night.

Onesie of pajamas depending on the season and the thickest padding of the day. Either a double pamp, or a regular one with a booster. It is the last change until the next morning no matter what.

18:30 : Dinner time for Kiddo (or called "dindins").

Can also be babyfood or mashed "big boy food", even though evening meals tend to always include babyfood nowadays, whether only partially or completely depends on Daddy and Papa. Always spoonfed by daddy or papa.

19:00 : Playtime, TV or video game time

Next to Daddy and Papa who are having their dinner. This is the time Kiddo can play a bit of Switch if he wants to. He’s particularly a fan of "Bluey, the videogame", "Paw Patrol: World Adventure" and of a few "Mario" games if we’re playing all together which can happen from time to time. This also includes, just before bed, the fourth baba of the day🍼: formula.

19:45: Kiddo gets ready for bed.

20:00: 💤 Bedtime! 💤 Kiddo is tucked away in his crib. (21:30 during the weekend)

Daddy and/or papa read him a quick story and spend some more time with him until 20:15 or 20:30. Monitor music is turned on and all lights are off. Pacifier is in, a few Pamp rubs over his pajamas to make sure his little locked parts are all happy to get a good night of sleep and off we go.

From 20:30: Alone time until bedtime for Daddy and Papa.

You will see that this routine matches perfectly the Diaper Chart I shared with you all a few months ago on our previous blog. It gives a chance to our little guy to earn his weekly points if he behaves like a good boy. Once again, it’s all about creating a frame that works for you.

PS. : Nothing is set in stone in this routine, but 90% of the days follow this pattern.

Rabbit hole:

“Morning bro, how did those new diapers we bought you turn out?” Jacob’s roommate Mark asked.

“Fine” Jacob mumbled. “Could I please get some pants?”

Mark smiled.  ”You know the rule little guy, diapers until you get rent paid, and diaper boys don’t need pants inside, do they?”

The woman finally chimed in. “I can’t believe you really did that to him. I thought you were joking!” She sounded much more excited than sympathetic.

“Well little Jakey here hasn’t paid rent in two months, and like I told you as punishment we took all his pants and underwear and put him back in diapers.  As soon as he’s caught up we’ll give him his clothes back.”

Jacob finally jumped in. “But I lost my job!  I gave you all the savings I had and I told you I’d find a new place!  Besides, how will I ever break even if you keep buying these expensive diapers you make me pay you back for!”

When pacifier training your little girl,

it’s important to start small. Offer it to her at the slightest sign of discomfort or inconvenience. She may refuse at first, finding it too silly, but consistency is key. Once she begins to accept it, be sure to shower her in praise and affection as positive reinforcement for this type of behavior. There are days she may regress in her training and claim she doesn’t need it. Use these moments as learning opportunities for her by strapping her pacifier in her mouth for as long as is deemed necessary to help settle her down. As the dependency takes deeper root, keep her pacifier clipped to her top, so it’s never too far from her fussy, little reach. Soon she’ll be lost without the comfort she takes in nursing on her pacifier.

Encourage her to make her suckling obvious. The puffy cheeks and loud, greedy, wet smacks emitting from behind her pacifier shield provide her caregiver with the much needed proof that not only does baby have her pacifier securely in place where it belongs, but also that she is adequately acquiescing to her new accessory even when she’s out of sight. Sure, she’s guaranteed to have a chin that’s permanently drenched and dripping with drool, but that just means it’s time to add another accessory to her repertoire - her ✨bib✨

🍼✨ Just Sissy Mommy Things! 💖🩰👯‍♀️🎀

OMG, okay, so, MAJOR life update!!! 🚨💋 my life is so hectic right now, you guys have no idea! 😭🤪😩 Like, between the hormone therapy 💉💊, hypnosis maintenance sessions 🌀✨, and managing two literally exhausting sissy babies 🎀, your girl is working even more overtime than she did back in CoRpOrAtE wOrLd (blegh! 🤢💼). But honestly? I’m actually ~*thriving*~. 💅

Sooooo, say hello to Bunny and Lulu’s new Mommy! 🌸 Yes bittchess 🤭, Victor is ooofficially dead and buried ⚰️😇, and Victoria is in the house! 🏠💃 (Or, well, in the ballet studio waiting room 🩰🎭, which is baaasically my entire life now, am I right fellow sissy ballet mommies?! 👯‍♀️💕).

But ugh, let’s be real for a second—being a mom is so hard. 😤 Especially when your "babies" are actually two grown-ass former men who used to be your sons. 👨‍👦‍👦➡️👩‍👧‍👧 As all my followers know by now, Bradley and Luke are long gone 👋, and now I have Bunny and Lulu! They cry constantly (literally, look at their faces, they are such drama queens, hubby always says they get it from me 😭). But good thing Mommy knows exactly how to quiet them down. 🍼🤫

Okurr, I'll spell it out: these new tatas (ty hubbster!!) aren't just for show. 🍈🍈✨ Nursing time is just about the only way for Mommy Vicky to keep these two quiet when they start throwing a tantrum in public. 😤🤱➡️😴💤

Hubby, hubbster, Daddy—I keep mentioning him, and that's because he's a ~dreamboat~! 💘😍 Ever since he bought out our contracts from Samantha (bee-tee dubs I am, like, so grateful for her starting me on this journey 🙏🌈), I've learned alllll about what it means to have strong, real man taking care of everything. 💪🧔 Daddy actually builds things for a living, swooon! 👷‍♂️🛠️🫦 He spends all day in the hot sun, bossing around his construction crew and busting ass. 🗣️🔨 And when he gets home all sweaty at the end of the day, he still has more than enough energy to boss me around 😉—and yass girlies, you better believe he’s an expert at busting my ass! 😅🛏️🔥🤪

The thing you hated most about your incontinence being public knowledge was how everyone treated you after learning you were in diapers. Before it happened they treated you like the adult you were.

Now you're just treated like a silly boy in diapers. It's like the diapers give them cover to act goofy. How can they possibly embarrass themselves in front of the guy in diapers?

They act silly because they don't need to worry about impressing you like they would with a guy they may be interested in. There is no pretense of sex with a guy in diapers. You're like a puppy to them. A cute plaything they want to cuddle and protect. Sex is the last thing on their mind.

Now all you get are the funny faces, puppy talk, and playful comments about your diapers that do little to hide the mockery in their voice. They may not call you names like "diaper boy" or "baby" or anything like that, but its the subtext in everything they say, every interaction.

You hate it. You just want to be normal. Like you were before. You're sick of being treated like this. Just because your bladder doesn't work the same as theirs shouldn't make you less of a man.

I'll tell you a secret: there's a difference between being "incontinent" and being "diaper dependent."

Incontinence is a twist of fate, usually brought on by an unwelcome medical condition. There are countless guides published online that promise to take away your bladder control, but the reality is that continence is physiological, not mental. A healthy person can't train themselves to be incontinent any more than they can train themselves to stop seeing the color orange.

Diaper dependence, however, is a mental state. It's your brain's understanding of where it's okay to void. Humans didn't co-evolve with the flush toilet. Even in the 21st century, different cultures have different rules on when and where to make tinkles. For your Little, the goal is to make that: anytime and everywhere.

This can be trained.

So! You've watched your pamper packer romp around the house in just their t-shirt and diaper, crinkling to and fro, and the thought occurred: today is the day. They're just too adorable. I'll never let them wear anything else on their butt again. After the tears, the corrective spanking, and lots of cuddles, they'll come around to the idea. But in order for them to truly accept and embrace their diapers, you'll need to train them to be diaper dependent.

Enter: The Potty Diary 📒

Get your leaky little lamb a cute journal (you can also install a bladder tracking app on their phone). Require your Little to record every single time they make lemonade in their diaper, and approximately how much they think they went. They should try to pee at least once every 30 minutes; no less than once an hour. If they wake up to flood their padding in the middle of the night, that should be recorded, too.

"But Miss Natalie," you say. "I'm trying to make my Little forget about their pee-pees! Now they'll be thinking about their bladder more than ever!"

True! And your kiddo will be hyper-aware of how much they're soaking those pampers for a while. But ask any incontinent person who's had to keep a bladder diary for their doctor: it's a lot of work and it's very annoying.

That's why it's going to be such a relief when, after a couple of months, you tell your Little:

No More Potty Diary! 😃

What a relief! They can finally go tinkles without having to record it for you! They can saturate their bedtime diaper and just fall right back asleep! All of the RAM their tiny little brains were devoting to their bladder has been freed up for more important matters. And they'll find, to their amazement (and your amusement), that peeing without thinking has become a reward.

No, they won't lose their ability to hold it if they're concentrating. They won't stop feeling the urge to go. But you just tricked their brains into realizing that it's too much work to think about their bladder. They'll start having little accidents when they're distracted. They won't remember how many times they peed. And the idea of going a day without diapers will start making them very, very nervous.

It's not about losing control. It's about losing your mind 💛

You faced the corner hands on your head. You heard your mom drag a chair into the room and sit down. "A cummy diaper means a hard hairbrush spanking mister"

Earlier that day:

you had messed your diaper pretty badly, as you approached your mom for a change she was wearing a tight dress that really hugged her figure, it also perfectly showed off her large breasts. She inspected you poking and prodding the back of your diaper pushing and expanding the mess in the back of your diaper tutting away as she looked over the damages.

"Hmm seems someone really blowout their nappy huh" she lightly patted the mess again "I only changed you two hours ago and now here you are. When you were a newborn I think I changed you less" you cringed at the comment. "Alright stinky butt let's get you changed, I'm only changing you cause I don't think this can hold anymore.

Now get into your room and lie on the bed, legs up and fresh nappy layed out" she turned you and whapped your butt making you jump a little. You entered your room and grabbed your changing mat layed it out on your bed, you took out your changing supplies like wipes, powder and finally a thick fresh diaper. You layed down and stuck your legs in the air your full Pamper on show you could only wait. Your mom entered the room each step her boobs bounced, she walked over to you putting your legs down and pulling them apart. She gently ran her hand over the front your nappy your penis twitched back at her hand.

"These heavy messings during the day have to stop mister, your room smells like a nursery" she giggled. You couldn't look in her the eye but instead was lost in her large swaying breasts. She popped off the tabs on one side and rusted the nappy making it rub hard against your cock.

"Do you think I want to spend my afternoons wiping down your stinky bottom" she reached for the other tabs her hand once again brushed against the front of the soggy diaper rubbing against your penis. You couldn't take much more the combination of her mature tits and the wet diaper rubbing against set you off. You began to spasm a telltale sign you were about to cum in your diaper right there and then. Your mom noticed this and with a disappointed look in her face she expertly and swiftly tapped the back up the loose side of your diaper. You came hard in your full filthy diaper, a wash of shame came over you.

diaper pic: @d1ap3r (please check out their awesome blog!)

It was just coming up on 8pm on a Sunday night and Audrey was in the kitchen making up a warm bottle of milk as per instructions left by the mother of the charge she was babysitting.

Usually Audrey babysitted kids around the age of 8 or 9 but tonight her charge was 23 years old. Granted, he had the potty training skills of a toddler and the temperament to match. But Audrey thought it was pretty cute a guy his age couldn't control his bladder and had a strict bedtime regime. Naturally a diaper dork like him wasn't her type.

Audrey screwed the bottle top onto the baby bottle and called up from the kitchen.

"Alright little squirt I got your milkies and I think we should be getting you ready for bed now. It's nearly 8pm wouldn't want you seeing a show past a PG rating on TV" chuckling a little to herself.

Audrey entered the room to find her charge lying on his bed wet diaper butt facing her focused on texting someone on his phone. As she looked over her shoulder she couldn't help notice her name was involved in the conversation which had her a little confused. But whatever, she had to remain focused on the task and get this tush a clean bedtime diaper.

"Okay mister, lets get you a fresh bedtime diaper." Audrey prodded the current diaper "wow this thing is really soaked, well I'm sure you're going do a great job keeping your night time diaper dry. You have such a good track record" Audrey said glancing over at the bedwetting chart on the wall, night after night littered with frowning face stickers.

Audrey gathered up the changing supplies and got to work. She wasn't taken back at diapering the 23 year old, he on the other hand was blushing red as soon as she began to untape him. She undid the tapes, an erect penis stood to attention in front of her. She let out a giggle

"Seems you're really enjoying this diaper change. You know guys always tell me I give the best blowjobs. I know you probably never have gotten one of those before but I bet you have seen plenty of them in all that porn you watch" Audrey teasingly wrapped a baby wipe around the erect cock giving it a few gentle tugs before, cleaning around him and covering him in a generous amount of sweet smelling baby powder.

Audrey's phone buzzed distracting her from the current task, leaving her charge lying awkwardly with their diaper open and everything on display. Audrey read the text on her screen, it was from her friend. Asking Audrey how her date was going. Audrey was pretty confused until her friend sent her an Instagram story from the boy she was babysitting. It was a pic of her bending over a the the fridge with the caption "My date grabbing me a beer". Audrey's blood began the boil as the brat had not only taken the pic without her consent but obviously lied implying they were on a date.

"Care to explain this you lil lying perv." Audrey turned the phone towards her charge his face going from confusion to instant fear realising he has been caught out in a lie. "You really think posting something like this is going make you seem like one of 'the boys' huh? Well, we're going set the record straight."

Audrey got up from the bed and began browsing a few disciplinary items in the room. Thats when she noticed a certain jar of pills, an idea came to her.

She returned to her charge flipping him over onto his stomach. She spread his cheeks and gently lubed up his ass with some vaseline from his changing supplies.

"Now at most I'd only ever think about using one suppository. But what you posted on IG was just completely unacceptable mister. I'm going make sure you never do that to me or another girl again. So, I'm thinking three of these should do the trick"

Audrey flipped her charge back over and tapped up his diaper tightly. Knowing that there was going be a oncoming explosion on that thing very soon.

"Now hand over your phone and you're going do a little five minute corner time while I get some thing ready"

Her charge stood in the corner, stomach grumbling a good tell the extra strong suppositories were getting to work.

Audrey looked at her watch "Ok that should be enough time, wanna make sure I time this just right. Now come her and sit on my lap" Audrey gave her firm thighs a little tap, indicating her charges new seat. As he walked over to her he couldn't help notice his phone was setup to record where he was going be sitting down.

Just before he did sit Audrey tapped the go live button to start an Instagram live stream. Her charge settled into her lap, his large puffy padded butt on show and unavoidable to hide.

People began to pour into the live stream confused but curious to what was going on. "Hi everyone, we're just going live to clear up I'm not on a date with this pampers packer but actually here to babysit him. That story he put up was a total lie. Well mister potty pants anything to stay for yourself...?"

To embarrassed and humiliated to say anything he buried his head into Audrey's shoulder like a scared child who got caught lying by their mommy.

Audrey grinned to herself as she looked at the comments and reactions "Oh, here's a question from your friend T. 'Does he really fill those things'. Well T... " but before Audrey could answer the question her charge let out a large, loud embarrassing fart. Clearly the suppositories were working hard.