Hi there. I'm a Daddy and sometimes Diaperlover from Munich in Germany (40) and here i want to show you some of my favourite pics on tumblr. Also sometimes i present you some pics from my owm lovely Babygirls (35/36). Have fun. You can find our own posts with #babysteffi, #babycas and #badtenaboy. You can also find me on: https://fetlife.com/tilted6 and https://diaper.community. This blog is #abdl, #diaperlover, #nsfw, #bdsm
Girlfriend who is so determined to get you into diapers she forcibly takes your potty training from you 😵💫 every night she pretends to go to sleep with you only to slink out of bed, coming back with a bowl of warm water. She puts your hand in it and watches as you wet the bed helplessly.
She wakes you up in the morning to show you what you’ve done and you promise her through tears it’s just a blip! “Aw baby, don’t worry! I’m sure it’s just a one off…” and here comes this but “but just in case maybe you should wear a pull up tonight?”
You don’t even question why she has pull ups just on hand but she talks you into it with that silver tongue of hers over the course of the day and you find yourself standing as she helps you into a pull up, sliding it up your hips as you stand there rethinking your life choices.
Rinse and repeat… she stands and watches as you wet your pull up, hand in the bowl again. Just as she hoped, your pull up overflows and you wet the bed anyway. This time, she wakes you up feigning concern as her lovely girlfriend is clearly a proper bedwetter now and she just must have you wear thicker padding tonight, no ifs or buts!
Again, you don’t question why she has a pack of adult diapers in the wardrobe, you’re just thankful that she’s so prepared for your accidents! Your girlfriend praises you as she tapes you, her adult partner, into a diaper! “Gosh you look so cute in this! You should totally wear these all the time!” She says as she presses a quick peck to your lips and helps you up.
She does this for months until you’re a genuine bed wetter, never waking up with a dry diaper ever again. At least you’re okay during the day right? Sure… until she starts adding those pills to your juice…
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Today my vanilla friends talked about how it's so annoying that they have to pee so much right before going to bed and how they wake up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet.
I hate that I had to keep to myself that the solution to their problem was so simple. So simple and so comfortable.
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I squirm from my seat in the playpen, the crinkling from beneath me causing me to immediately blush. I'm not supposed to be here, reduced from a 27-year-old man to some sort of overgrown toddler.
I should be sitting on the couch with Lydia kneeling on the floor, blushing as she sucks me off in that slutty cheerleading outfit she absolutely hates.
Instead, I'm sucking on a binky, watching the clock, hoping that Lydia decides she's had enough fun with me before I lose the battle with my bladder that feels full to bursting.
I should never made that bet.
I should have known better.
Fucking Patriots screwed me again.
"There's my little football star," an all-too-familiar, sickly sweet voice coos as my wife walks into the room, "Are you enjoying your day as Mama's special little man?"
I scowl up at her, frustration and embarrassment boiling in my belly as she approaches.
"Uh oh!" She coos as she catches my expression, "Is someone feeling like a wittle grumpy goose?"
I groan and roll my eyes at the childish treatment, absolutely hating being treated like a child.
"Hm," Sheila says, placing a thoughtful finger to her lip, "Are you cranky because you need a change?"
In a moment, her hand is between my legs, squeezing and massaging the crinkly padding between my legs.
She shakes her head in disappointment.
"No? In fact," I feel a carefully manicured finger slip under the leg band of the diaper, "You're bone dry! No, no, no! That won't do! You must be dehydrated! Give me a minute, big guy, and Mama will get you all fixed up!"
I whimper as my wife walks off and my bladder twinges.
Wearing the diaper for losing a stupid bet is one thing, but, wetting it?
I shudder.
It doesn't take long before my wife is back, a large bottle of what appears to be juice in her hand.
She smiles as she unlatches the gate to my pen and gently pats her thigh.
"Come on, big boy! Crawl to Mama! I've got some delicious num-nums for you!"
In a moment she stepping back, slowly backing away until she reaches the couch and sits down.
Sighing, resigned to my fate, I do as I'm instructed. I shift to all fours and crawl, diapered ass swaying behind me, to where my wife sits waiting.
"Good baby," she coos at me as she reaches down and helps me crawl into her lap, "Such an obedient little loser! Yes you are!"
I whimper at her sing-song at the reminder of why I'm in this position as she settles my head on her thighs. As I blush, looking up past her beautiful breasts to her grinning face, for a moment, I can't help but think this whole situation isn't too bad.
That thought is short lived, though, as Sheila reaches over and squeezes the bulge involuntarily forming in my diaper.
"Oh," she giggles, "Does my little football know-it-all actually like his little didi's? Just you wait until their wet! I hear that's when most silly little things like you learn to love them the most."
I kick my legs, blush, and moan as her hand works its way back up my body to the ring of the binky in my mouth, before she plucks it from between my lips.
"Now," she coos, "Let's get you fed."
In a moment, the rubber nipple of the pacifier is replaced by the nipple of the bottle. A single drop of sweet juice drips from the tip of it and hits the back of my tongue.
I make eye contact with my wife and shake my head no.
My bladder aches as I silently plead with her for some relief to this humiliation.
"No?" She hums softly, looking down at me with a raised eyebrow, "Someone wants to welch on his bet? He never wants to see this in that cute little cheerleader outfit he loves?"
I blush and avert my eyes in shame.
As humiliating as this is, am I really willing to give up any chance of retribution to avoid this?
I feel my cock press against the dry padding of my diaper again as I think of Sheila looking up at me with her mouth full, wearing an embarrassing outfit, instead of the other way around.
I shake my head, 'No,' again.
"That's what I thought," my wife clicks, "Now drink."
I do as I'm told.
Slowly, I start to suckle the sweet liquid out of the small hole in the nipple of the bottle.
Sheila brushes my hair back, cooing at me like an actual infant, while a drink.
"Such a good boy, such a good little boy," she purrs.
My bladder screams.
I know I'm on the verge of losing control.
I know there is no escaping my fate.
I close my eyes, slow my suckling, and give in.
HHHHHIIIIIIIIIISSSSS
The sound of urine splashing against the filling of my diaper announces my defeat.
Sheila grins.
"Oh! Looky here! Is my big, strong husband making tinkles in his didi?"
Her hand is back on my crotch in a moment, pressing the warm, swelling, sogging padding into me.
"Good boy! Doesn't that feel much better?"
I can't make eye contact with her as she begins to massage my growing member through my infantile pants.
"Oh, it definitely does! At least your no-no bits say so!"
I whimper into the nipple of my bottle, the juice nearly drained from it.
"You know what would make it feel better? I bet if you got to nurse a little straight from the tap? What do you think, little man?"
I don't have time to even comprehend what is happening before my wife is using her free hand to pull out a breast and replacing the bottle in my mouth with her beautiful, round areola.
Suddenly, I'm overwhelmed with sensations of pleasure, embarrassment, and submission all day once.
It takes what feels like seconds until I am bucking my hips into my wife's palm, squirting a sticky load into my already soaked diaper.
I pant around my wife's breast as the world slows down and the reality of what I've just done washed over me.
"Good boy," Sheila coos, brushing her fingers through my hair as I nurse on her chest like an infant, "I think you and I are going to have lots of fun for the rest of the day. This was the best bet I've ever made."
She kisses my forehead.
I close my eyes and let regret wash over me like the waives of the ocean.
Oh sweetie you’re not going anywhere. Just sit on your playmat and embrace the boredom of being a baby. Entertainment is a pleasure no longer at your fingertips. You’re an adult baby now. You gave up any say in how you spend your time when you begged me to keep you in diapers 24/7
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It was one of those unbearably hot summer mornings.
Before she even had the chance to get out of bed, Daddy quietly walked into the room carrying a little breakfast tray. Fresh fruit, something light to eat… and, of course, a big baby bottle filled with cold water.
“Good girls stay hydrated,” he smiled.
She happily took a few long sips while still wrapped up in her blankets. Daddy always made sure she drank enough, especially on days like this.
Once breakfast was finished, Daddy had already prepared a nice cool bath.
The tub was filled with floating sea animals, little boats, bubbles, and plenty of toys. She spent what felt like forever giggling, splashing, and making tiny whales and turtles swim through the water while Daddy played along, laughing every time she accidentally splashed him.
After bath time, Daddy wrapped her up in the fluffiest towel before walking over to her dresser.
“Hmm…”
After a moment, he smiled.
“I found the perfect one.”
He picked out a blue diaper covered in little whales, turtles, fish, and starfish. To match, he chose a soft blue onesie.
She looked absolutely adorable.
Daddy carefully diapered her, buttoned up the onesie, kissed the top of her head…
…and less than ten minutes later, the onesie was lying on the floor.
It was just too warm.
Daddy sighed dramatically, helped her put it back on…
…only for it to end up on the floor again.
And again.
By the third time, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“I think you’ve won this battle.”
She looked up with the biggest smile.
“So… just your diaper today,” Daddy finally said. “But only if you keep drinking your water.”
She nodded immediately, reaching for her baby bottle without being asked.
“That’s my good girl.”
The rest of the day was spent building little block towers, coloring pictures, cuddling between water breaks, and staying nice and cool.
Sometimes taking care of a little isn’t about planning something big.
Sometimes it’s simply making sure she’s comfortable, hydrated, safe… and smiling all day long.
With her favorite bear pacifier in, a pink watering can nearby, and a padding peeking out from under her overalls, her only focus is taking care of her plants. She loves being a good girl and nurturing her little green friends, completely unaware of how sweet she looks hiding half her face behind the leaves.
"Look how big the leaf is, Daddy!" she might mumble proudly, looking up with wide, innocent eyes. While she is busy looking after her garden, Daddy’s whole world is focused on looking after her. And the moment her arms get tired and her padding gets squishy, she won't have to worry about a thing—Daddy will be right there to scoop her up, carry her inside for a fresh change, and take care of the rest of her cozy evening.
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