Just wanted you to know you're an inspiration to me and lots of other people. Keep up the good work and keep on rocking with your cute and adorable self.
Thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to tell me this, it means a lot to me <3
Being into degradation and cnc makes it so hard to find blogs that are actually devoted to healthy and consensual experiences and not thinly veiled misogyny, homophobia, or transphobia
So, uh… please reblog this if you’re a cnc or degradation blog that also respects consent, aftercare, and people of all orientations and identities
The wedding had been fine, relatively normalizing after the initial snickers of me getting released from the car seat in front of everyone, after Piper and her bridesmaids had their fill of checking my diaper.
One of her bridesmaids was also wearing a collar, so I made sure to pat her bottom in revenge.
She was wearing a diaper under her dress as well.
The wedding was lovely, Piper and her new husband Scott were lovely together, and they had said half-teasingly that they were thinking of adopting an LG to care for, the two of them together.
The thought was incredibly blushy.
Finally, wearily, I arrived at the airport to wait through the ridiculous security line. My mind drifted to Liam as I took off my shoes and put them in a bin, removing my bracelets and my necklace and dropping them in as well. I always felt a little smaller without my heels and the people in line who had been my same height now seemed so much taller. The line for the scanner machine went relatively quickly. I sighed knowing that they’d pull me aside for an additional check due to my collar.
They always did.
And so I thought nothing of it when they asked me to identify my bags and verify my boarding pass.
What I didn’t expect, however, was when the tall man in the security uniform held out his hand.
“Okay sweetie.” His smile was gentle and kind, but he was a foot taller than me and uniformed - it was intimidating. "Let’s get you going.“
“Um… ” I hesitated, pointing to my shoes. "May I have my things back?“
"Oh no, hun. Your ride is going to be here for you in just a moment. Take my hand, let’s get you ready.”
“My ride?” I cocked my head at him, confused. All of my belongings, my purse, my ID, my laptop, my backpack, they were all in the bin under his arm.
“Well of course, you have the Little Princess pass, my dear.”
I could feel my whole head turn red.
“Wh-what does that mean?” My heart pounded, half knowing the answer.
“Your Daddy wants to make sure that you’re well taken care of. Do I have your consent to take your hand?”
I could refuse. I could say no. My eyes were wide as a woman with dark hair in an airline uniform pushed an adult-sized stroller toward me. As all the eyes of the people gathering their bags were on me.
I could say no.
But Liam would be very disappointed. This treatment wasn’t cheap. I didn’t want to make him upset, so I nodded mutely.
The security man reached out and took my hand, leading me barefoot over to the stroller and helping me sit down while the woman buckled me in. The buckle between my legs, just like in the car, made my dress ride up and revealed my diaper to everyone. Two straps went in, one over each shoulder, clicking in my crotch, forcing the wet diaper closer to my skin.
“Oh my.” Her giggles brought fresh color to my cheeks, the woman who had been next to me in line was grinning at me as she walked away. "Someone is wet.“
I nodded mutely, covering my face with my hands.
Before I knew it, my things were bundled up in the back of the stroller and I was off.
"Do you want that?” I heard a woman ask her boyfriend. Husband? He turned just as red as me, a tiny nod and a sheepish grin giving his consent. Happiness filled my heart, I remembered when Liam asked me… Even though it was embarrassing, being his LG had brought me so much joy. The thought of someone else getting to experience that bliss made me feel so happy.
Shortly, I was parked next to another girl at the gate, waiting for the plane. I hoped that Liam would at least let me sit in a normal seat, or that they’d be out of LG seats… but this girl was the only other person like me here. She was beautiful, with curly red hair that framed her face and enormous green eyes lined with winged eyeliner, her lips a bright, rich shade of red.
Her diaper was so thick that it peeked out from the leg holes of her denim shortalls, which let only the top of Vanellope’s head peek over the bib on her seafoam green shirt. Her collar was a beautiful rose gold where mine was silver. She was playing a game on her phone but put it down as our attendant locked the brake on my stroller. I looked up, part of me hoping that she’d let me out, part of me hoping she wouldn’t…
“Okay sweetie, do you want anything from your bag? Do you have a stuffed friend, a bottle, or a soother you want?”
Soother. My paci. I nodded, since it was clear that I wasn’t getting released. "Yes please. May I have my paci?“ Daddy had asked if I wanted to bring Bubbles, my stuffed bunny… but I had said no, not realizing how much time I was going to spend Little this trip.
The redheaded girl next to me smiled. "I’m Nessa. What’s your name?”
I accepted my paci from the woman, who zipped my bag back up and walked to the little booth where the airline people stood, but still watching us.
“I’m Ivy… ” I felt extremely shy all of a sudden, Nessa was so cute. She was way, way cuter than me. I wondered idly what it would be like to kiss her.
“Hi Ivy.” She brushed a curl from her face and smiled. "Do you have a caregiver?“
I blinked. Most people asked if I had a Daddy, but I guess she was being polite. "I have a Daddy. Do you?”
“Uh huh! I can’t wait to see them again!”
“Are they a Mommy or a Daddy?”
“Neither.” Her giggle was as adorable as she was. Her mischievous smirk made my heart flutter. "They’re non-binary, so they’re my caregiver!“
"Ohhhh.” I smiled warmly, I had heard of people like that. "Are they very nice?“
"Uh huh uh huh!” She bounced in her seat, causing me to giggle. "They’re very, very nice and I can’t wait to be in their arms, cuddled and loved! Your Daddy must love you a lot, since you got the Princess Pass too.“
"Uh huh… ” I could feel my grin was sheepish as I looked down. This was all still relatively new to me, at least with strangers - even after I had signed the contract and gotten the collar, we had gone slowly with me being an obvious LG in public.
“Do you want to play coloring with me?” She held out her phone and showed me some kind of color-by-number app, tapping a spot. "See? I’ll pick the color and we both touch the spots that should be that color as fast as we can!“
"Okay!” I could feel a few strangers watching us, not all of them approving, but I pushed it out of my mind. There would always be people who didn’t appreciate people living ‘alternative lifestyles’, but we weren’t hurting anyone. Nessa held the phone between us.
“Pink three! Go!” We tapped furiously, touching all the shapes on and around the unicorn with a number three and saying uh oh when we missed. When we had them all filled in, we admired our handiwork and she sent it off to her caregiver. "Do you want me to send it to you?“
"Yes please!” I rattled off my phone number and smiled when I heard my phone in my purse behind me chime. "Wanna do another one?“
We colored three or four pictures before our attendant came to us. I hadn’t even noticed that boarding had begun… and LGs tended to be loaded on board first.
"Okay girls.” Her smile was warmth and kindness. "Time to go. Nessa, may I put your phone in your bag?“
"May I please hold on to it? I want to play with it on the plane.”
“Okay.” She nodded, disengaging Nessa’s brake and wheeling her away. "I’ll be right back for you, Ivy.“ Even though we were both going to the same spot on the plane, we waved at each other. When the lady came back for me, I asked for my phone as well.
As I was being wheeled onto the plane, I looked at my texts.
Hi from Neasa!
I blinked at the spelling of her name, but smiled all of the pictures we had colored. I sent them to Liam as quickly as I could, before I’d have to turn my phone to airplane mode. I was wheeled down the aisle, to the row of LG seats behind the emergency exit row - the oversized car seats that were ready for people like me. It looked like we were the only two on the plane. She was seated at the window on the left side.
The flight attendant bent down and unbuckled me, the button in my crotch and the buckle at my chest. "Okay honey.” She gestured to the other side, away from Neasa.
“Um… may I pretty please sit with my friend?” I pointed to Neasa already buckled in and playing with her phone, sucking on a pacifier. I popped my own between my lips and waited.
She looked over at Neasa. "Are you okay with this little girl sitting with you?“
I giggled at her enthusiastic nod, and felt the attendant guiding me to the seat next to the gorgeous redhead, her hand on my bottom as she ushered me forward. Moments later I was nestled into the shockingly comfortable LG seat, thoroughly strapped in. She gave an explanation on how the seats had an emergency release in case of an incident… it made me feel very nervous, but Neasa put her hand on mine and smiled.
"Don’t worry. I fly like this all the time.”
I nodded and we went back to playing together, silly little phone games where we stacked blocks or shot eggs at aliens. Eventually we got bored with games, after we were in the air. It was nice to have this little island, just the two of us in the sea of strangers. We spent the rest of the flight talking, discussing how life was different before the contract, how surprisingly nice it was to have the ironic freedom that came with being owned by another person so completely.
She told me about her caregiver, Tee. I told her about Liam. About how he asked me to be his LG.
It was nice to connect with someone else like this.
I was overjoyed when I found out that we both lived in Chicago. We talked about asking our caregivers for play dates and giggled at the idea of sleepovers. Neasa apparently had an entire nursery with a crib and everything.
We were the last ones off the plane. The downside of being in these spots, I supposed. As I climbed out of my seat, she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me toward her, planting a kiss right on my lips. I blushed as I was led away and strapped into the stroller, reeling. As I was being wheeled away, I turned my phone off airplane mode.
N: I hope that was okay. Sorry I didn’t ask first… Do you hate me now?
I texted back feverishly.
I: No no no!
I: I really liked it!
I paused for a moment, wondering what to type next.
I: Thank you!
N: Oh good. I wasn’t sure if I’d see you again and you seemed like you wanted to… I really should have asked first and I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity.
That statement turned out to be quite funny as we ended up with our strollers parked right next to each other, a few other Little-types around us as we waited, Neasa for her Tee, and me for my Liam.
It seemed like the beginning of a wonderful friendship…
I woke in the morning to the feeling of fingers in the legband of my diaper, which was probably my favorite way of waking up. I smiled and stretched, expecting to see Liam hovering over me… only to find a blonde girl who had to be five years younger than me.
“Ah ah!” She didn’t miss a beat as she plucked another ridiculously thick diaper from the cart. "I’m fairly sure that you’re not supposed to be using that kind of language.“
“I’m sorry.” I scooted back on the bed, sitting up, my hair a mess, with no makeup on, being tended to by someone who was practically a child herself. "Look. I have a wedding to go to. Liam- “
“My Daddy said I can wear panties to the wedding, so I don’t need another diaper. Can you help me just get cleaned up?” Saying that I didn’t need any help was going to be pointless, she was obviously enjoying this part of her job. People like me weren’t common but we weren’t exactly rare either. I had seen a few women in strollers in the airport.
“Your Daddy left orders to make sure that you were in your dress and a thick diaper before your driver comes to pick you up.”
I was stunned as she laid me down and tore the tapes open. This wasn’t the first time this had happened to me. I had signed the contact a little over a year go, I had little shame left over the diapers - but being handled by younger women was still awkward.
She spoke casually to me as she wiped me down and powdered me again. "Your driver. Apparently you pulled a stunt on your Daddy last night and he made some arrangements for you. They took your rental car back this morning.“
I buried my face in my hands. "Noooo… I can’t believe he did this… ”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get to your car.” She patted the front of the fresh diaper she had finished taping on. "You are a cutie. I hope to have one like you someday.“
I was just stunned as she packed her cart up and wheeled it out of the room.
"Get yourself all packed up, sweet girl. Checkout is in two hours. I’ll message your Daddy that you were nice and soaked this morning.”
I couldn’t believe how many people were willing to play along, to join in to the voluntary torment that girls like me had signed up for. I got dressed for the day, semi-formal and elegant - a stark contrast to the crinkling underwear beneath my skirt. The only visible markings that I was “one of those” was the simple steel band around my neck. Everyone would know at a glance. If Liam were here with me, I’d get ignored at restaurants while they talked to him… most people seemed to enjoy the alternate etiquette that came with dealing with an LG like me.
I packed up the rest of my belongings and got ready, peeking out the window… and sure enough, my car was gone. I blushed as I realized that the penance for my joke was going to be much more than I expected.
“Oh good, you’re all dressed.” I turned around to see the hotel staff-girl walking toward me, having entered my room again without my permission. I squeaked my surprise as she sauntered right up to me and grabbed a handful of my diapered bottom. "Good girl. I’ll make sure to send my compliments to your Daddy.“
"Th-thank you… ” I was a little lightheaded from the shock of it all. I didn’t resist as she took me by the hand, my suitcase in her other hand, and marched me from the room… straight to a car waiting out front.
“Here she is!” The cheeriness in her voice as the driver opened the back door of the car, gesturing to the oversized carseat that waited within.
“Ohhhhh no. Nope. Nuh uh. No way.” I shook my head, tugging against the hotel worker’s grasp. "No! I’m going to a friend’s wedding. She doesn’t know!“
"Sweetie.” She stopped, but didn’t release my hand. "She’s going to see your collar. She’s going to know. And it’s not like you can take that off… “
"But that’s not the same as being let out of a car seat when I get there!”
“Honey, you’re adorable, you’re very pretty, and they’re your friends. Come on.” She tugged gently at my hand. The driver just stood with a slight smile on his face. He was the sort I might have flirted with under different circumstances. Now he just waited while my “babysitter” cajoled me. "I can’t make you get in there, the driver can’t make you either. You can send him away… but both of us will be letting your Daddy know what happened… “
She had me there. I sighed and let her lead me to the car, let the driver grip my hips and lift me up and maneuver me into the overgrown infant seat. It was far, far more childish than the one in Liam’s car. This one was rear-facing, with a spot for my legs to slide comfortably and safely into as I basically laid down in his back seat.
I blushed a deep crimson as he hiked up my skirt, exposing my diaper in the process of buckling the harness between my legs, clipping the chest-buckle closed.
"Your Daddy is incredibly lucky.” He smiled, a warm, genuine smile. Part of me was scared, that now that I would helpless, this stranger would hurt me… but he had to sign for me from the hotel, the LG Transport company did thorough checks, and, well… Daddy had a tracker on me and my phone.
I just nodded, pushing the fear away.
“Oh, let me give her a bottle for the road.”
“Nooooo… ” I whined and kicked my feet some, but it was useless. I wasn’t going anywhere and I wasn’t stopping her. She held out the oversized baby bottle in front of me, branded with the hotel’s logo.
“Here you go, precious. Take it and I’ll tell your Daddy what an amazing little princess he has.”
With a pout, I accepted the bottle as she guided the driver to load my bags… I was headed straight to the airport after the wedding. I was looking forward to being back home. It was nice to get out and be in the world… but the world kept reminding me that my place was in Daddy’s lap, snuggled up with a bottle and a stuffie.
Your answer to that anon who wants to get involved in the Insta ABDL community has some real “Be the porn you want to see in the world” vibes and I absolutely love it!
So the advice of anyone you look up to that has “made it” in ANY industry/walk of life is going to be skewed by what worked FOR THEM.
Watch any interview with any successful person in any field: artists, musicians, athletes, executives. They all believe they have “the secret” to success.
Thing is - just because it worked for me doesn’t mean it’ll work for you (for the record, I don’t consider myself “successful” at this) because it ignores a HUGE factor in life: dumb luck.
I got into this originally by writing “Making the Best of It: A Tale of Love and Acceptance” because I was super into reading stories and it really felt like every single story was “Bwa ha ha, evil Mommy/Daddy forces the Little into diapers, humiliation, degradation, shame, shame, oh and they poop.” And I was in the middle of a really hard time in my life and I really needed a story that was full of love. Where the protag was forced into diapers, sure, but the dominant loved them and cared for them. I really, really needed someone to tell me that they loved me.
So I wrote the porn I needed to see in the world. And it resonated with people. I never intended to write a second book, or a third… or the smattering of short stories and unfinished novellas that I’ve left littered about.
But I made what I needed and it turned out that a lot of other people needed it too.
I only started posting pictures because I added a pic to one of my short stories and someone said, “Wow you’re really cute!”
Which made no sense to me. People told me throughout my entire youth that I’d never be cute… and I guess I just never noticed that it was possible that they’d be wrong?
So I started posting more pics here. All because of that first story, the one I wrote because I needed some love.
I want to get involved in the Insta ABDL community, but I'm a dude. Any suggestions for pics and stuff? You always give such good advice.
So I’m not in the Insta community, so I’m going to give some more general advice. Also thank you for the wonderful compliment <3 I’m glad people find my advice valuable.
Let’s think about what content is currently available, what content you can provide, and what content would make you happy to see.
If you’re not entertained by your own content, you’re not going to really be interested in continuing - don’t worry as much about appealing to your audience as appealing to yourself. Make content that makes you smile, and your audience will find you - similar minds.
What content is currently available from boys and men? A whoooooole lot of crotch shots that all look functionally identical. Oh look. He’s in a diaper. Yep! That’s definitely a diaper. There are hundreds of people on Twitter and Tumblr (and probably Insta) doing this, so if you do the same… no one is going to find you.
In business, this is the principle of Core Differentiation. You have to stand apart from the other providers in your field. So… don’t just do crotch shots.
- Write captions! Take that crotch shot and write a story. I know for a fact that the audience out there is hungry for fiction involving a male subject.
- Draw, enhance, or otherwise modify your pictures! Use filters, make them interesting, make them stand out.
Figure out what you can do that’s different and why it makes you happy.
I really didn’t see anyone putting out pics of thiccccc diapers, and I really like to look at that and imagine myself in them… so that’s what I started with! My very first pic ever posted was me in a sloth kigu, sitting on the floor with a thick diaper. The second photo was a triple Molicare, lol!!
So you want to get involved? Do it! Make something you love and put it out there. Do your best and good luck!
Panties almost felt odd at this point. Too thin. I only got to wear them on trips these days, my ID said clearly that I was owned, so diapers in public weren’t a big deal. Liam barely let me cover them these days. Not all married couples go that extra step, for one to literally sign themselves over to the other… but it was the way we loved each other, and it felt right.
But I certainly wasn’t the only diapered wife in town, either.
Still, it was nice to be out and about, on my own. I was here for a wedding, Piper - an old friend from college - was tying the knot. The metal band on my left hand clicked against the metal band around my neck as I smiled, wondering if Piper would take that extra step someday.
The world was overcrowded, there was something noble about being your partner’s baby instead of bringing another one into the world. Some of my more out-there friends thought I was crazy for buying into that, but honestly… it was nice. Nice to be cared for, nice for people to know that I belonged to Liam. That he wasn’t just my husband, he was my Daddy.
That wasn’t going to stop me from enjoying a few days of freedom.
Just to be cheeky, I sent him a shot of my panty-covered behind.
L: Enjoy it while you can, Flower. You’re going right back in diapers when you get home.
I grinned as I read his words below my butt. He couldn’t get me here, I was six states away and in a nice hotel. There was no better time to brat than when they had no way of reaching you.
I: I don’t think so… I think I’m back to panties full-time.
L: Oh really. How many accidents have you had this trip?
That pulled a blush from my cheeks. There had been a close call at the airport. The security line had been longer than I expected, and I drank a lot on the trip…
I: None! I don’t NEED diapers, they just look cute on my butt!
L: Or maybe I’ll keep you double diapered for a week or two, just to remind you of your place. You belong to me, Ivy.
A shiver ran down my spine. Those were the words he had said to me when the collar closed on that magical day. Those words had special meaning. I have no idea what came over me, but I decided to escalate my bratting.
I: Maybe I’ll put YOU in diapers when I get back, Little Mister.
L: Ivy Rose.
I winced at the text. The middle name was coming out. Part of me hated my hippy parents for the moniker.
L: You have one chance to thank me for LETTING you wear panties on this trip. One. Chance.
I slid a hand across my hip, across my bottom. It would be so easy to get used to panties again, to be able to walk with no interference, without that constant crinkle. Maybe just a liiiiitle more prodding.
I: I think I’ll put you in the pink ones. I bet you’ll be cute.
L: Your panty privileges are now revoked. You are in trouble.
I: Well I don’t have any diapers here!
I grinned as I tapped out the message, a thrill coiled in my stomach.
I: So I guess trouble will have to wait for me to get home ❤️
…he didn’t respond. I stared at the screen, a sinking feeling in my stomach.
I: Liam? Daddy? I was only teasing. I love you, of course I’ll go back to diapers when I get home.
L: Oh I know you will. But your punishment starts tonight.
I blinked, just as there was a knock at the door.
“Housekeeping.” A woman’s voice, someone around my age…
“No thank you! I don’t need anything!” The door was opening regardless. I dashed for the bed and slid under the covers, not wanting to be seen half-naked by the hotel staff. The housekeeper was probably three inches shorter than me, in a hotel worker’s uniform - a collared shirt and slacks. "Please, I don’t need anything right… now… “
She pulled a cart in behind her. I knew then that I was doomed. On the top of it was a few boxes of various things, but my eyes were instantly drawn to the middle shelf. Which held stacks upon stacks of diapers.
“Miss, are you Ivy Thompson? May I see your ID?”
“Y-you’re in my room, you can’t just ask for my ID!” But I knew she could. I had one chance. I typed furiously.
I: Daddy please. Please. Call them back, don’t let this stranger diaper me!
L: Be good or I’m upgrading you to a room with a crib. You’ll have to be let out by the staff in the morning. Does that sound better?
With crimson cheeks, I reached over and pulled my ID from my purse, handing it to the woman.
“Okay Miss Ivy.” She handed it back and gestured at me. "Off the bed. Your license is clear that you’re owned and your Daddy has let us know that you - and the bed - need protection.“
"You can’t do this to me… please… ”
With a single motion, she yanked the covers away, leaving me in the bed, in just my shirt and panties.
“You can refuse me. I’m not allowed to put my hands on you if you don’t consent to it… but we will have to ask you to leave for not complying, and your reservation will be canceled. Shall I contact your Daddy?”
The matter-of-fact way that people referred to Liam as my Daddy never failed to bring heat to my cheeks… and my princess parts. Dejected, I climbed off the bed and watched as she stripped away the sheets, putting on a rustling plastic mattress cover. The sheets she put on after were pink unicorns in diapers with baby blocks here and there.
“Lay down.” She gestured to the bed. "Because you’ve been good, you get to pick what diaper I’m going to put you in.“
"Wh-which one is the thinnest?”
“This one.” She tapped a stack of cloth-backed disposables. "Is that what you want? We’ll be sending a picture to your Daddy next.“
My heart sank. "Which ones are the thickest?” I watched as she gestured to a stack that was the same height as all the others… yet only had four diapers where the others had nearly ten.
“These are by a fair margin.” She held one up, showing me the soft pink plastic, with the word ‘princess’ written across the bottom.
I closed my eyes before answering. "That one please.“
I laid still as she stripped my clothes from me, as she unfolded the diaper and slid it under me. It was as thick as the double-diapers that Liam was threatening me with. I covered my face with my hands as she sprinkled powder over my shaven pussy, just the way he liked it. Moments later, the diaper was drawn up between my legs, forcing them apart as she taped me in tightly.
I looked down just in time to see her draw a line over the tapes with a sharpie.
"Why did you do that?”
“So when the morning attendant comes to check you, she’ll be able to report to your Daddy if you fiddled with your tapes at all, silly girl. Now, do you consent to me taking your picture to send to your Daddy, or are you going to do it?”
“I’ll do it!” The last thing I wanted was to have a picture of me like this on some stranger’s phone. I regretted picking at Liam now, I didn’t think he would be willing to pay the extra fees for this sort of thing… I grabbed my phone and snapped a selfie, making sure that the absurdly thick diaper was in view. Moments later, it was sent to Liam.
“I will tell your Daddy you were a very good girl.” She handed me a baby bottle of water from her cart. "You’ll be checked in the morning. I’ll be locking the toilet down, of course.“
I simply nodded mutely as she walked into the bathroom, followed by several beeps.
"Sleep well, baby girl.” There was a little too much glee in her voice as she pulled the cart back into the hallway. "It’s been a pleasure taking care of you.“
L: There, now isn’t that better? All is as it should be. Is there anything you would like to say, babygirl?
I: I’m very sorry for teasing you, Daddy. Thank you for taking good care of me, the bed is safe now.
My hand went to the front of the diaper, rubbing gently at the plastic. It was funny, every girl liked to dream of her wedding… but very few of them dreamed of ending up where I was. I sure hadn’t. I wouldn’t have believed anyone who told me then that someday being taped into a clean, thick diaper would get me aroused.
Conditioning was a funny thing.
I arranged the pillows the way I liked them and let my bladder go, warming the crotch of the delightfully crinkly diapers… it was always best when they were wet. It felt the very best when they were well and truly soaked, but I was horny and missing my Daddy, so this would do. Shifting my hips, I began grinding on the pillow, letting a fold of the diaper find its way between my lips. I grinned as the feelings spread, as I humped the hotel pillow.
It didn’t take long for me to tire myself out, moaning loudly with my face pressed deep into a fluffy pillow.
…um… is there anything better in the whole world than being torn down and made into a messy little fuck toy by someone who truly cares for you?
I don’t think there is.
He groaned. A mix of exhaustion and frustration, the sea of taillights attached to snails of cars. The day had stretched on and on, a nightmare of drudgery from the moment he stepped foot out of the house that morning. Neither of them had known that his commute would be such a strain, they hadn’t moved that far… but the construction in this part of town had been unexpected. And awful.
Work had been terrible, his boss breathing down his neck with so much of his department out sick, on paternity leave, or laid off. His workload had tripled and now the manager only had two employees to oversee instead of seven. Which turned a normally enjoyable job into a horror show of micromanagement.
As he neared the bottleneck of the construction, the left two lanes ending, an old beat up white pickup with only half a bumper came flying up the shoulder. He slammed on the gas, veering to the right, his heart pounding in his chest as the asshole knocked over three of the barrels, careening through the space where his Mazda had just been.
Most people would have frozen in that moment, slamming on the brakes instead of the gas, and it would have potentially cost him his life. The pickup cut off the next two lanes, moving across the whole of the highway before riding the other shoulder to the next exit. As the shock dissipated, rage bubbled in his heart as he leaned out the window, screaming. A vein bulged in his forehead, and the car behind him honking to move forward into the two car lengths that had opened in front of him was maddening.
Fury driving his hand much as he drove the vehicle, he pulled back into his lane and made it through the bottleneck. Where normally the renewed flow of traffic, that moment of bliss when two lanes becomes four and the road is open, would bring him peace… he had only rage. Visions of the white pickup clobbering him wouldn’t go away, and his chest was tight as he finished his drive home.
By the time he pulled into his driveway, his fury was gone and only weariness remained. He wanted nothing more than to sink into his couch with a beer and let his mind empty in front of the television. He wanted to not move, not think, and not exist… just for a little while. Her car was in the driveway - she beat him home, as usual. He hoped she wouldn’t need much attention tonight, he didn’t think he had it in him to be comforting and consoling about whatever inane gossip was going on with “the girls at work” today.
He stopped, his hand on the doorknob, and banished those thoughts.
I love her. Yeah, I had a shit day but if she needs me, I’m there for her.
With a deep breath, he stepped in through the door.
“Sweetie, I’m home!”
Silence. Maybe she was asleep? With a weary sigh, he closed the door and pulled his shoes off, leaving them in the entryway before trudging to the kitchen. Beer in hand, he lowered himself onto the couch and grabbed the remote, looking for something completely mindless.
Even in his exhaustion, he couldn’t help his smirk as he heard the crinkling coming down the stairs. He stilled his face, hiding the growing glee as the crinkling came closer.
He took a moment to admire her when she stepped between himself and the TV. Light brown hair tied back in pigtails with huge pink bows, shining green eyes and a smattering of freckles across her nose. That one tooth that wasn’t quite straight in her otherwise flawless white smile. The tiny dimple in just the left cheek. Her shirt was three sizes too small, making her pert breasts seem larger. It proclaimed “Daddy’s Princess” in sparkly white letters on the pink fabric. The skirt she wore was short, soft, and frilly - a light blue to match one of the striped knee socks she wore, the other a pink that matched her shirt.
And her diaper was impossibly thick and unhidden by her skirt, she had to be wearing three layers, making her walk an absurd waddle, a cacophony of crinkles. Happy stars and clouds showed that she was dry - but that was expected with the amount of padding she had on, she could be soaked under there and the wetness indicator would lie for her. He felt a stirring in his pants at the thought. She had introduced him to this idea, to being his baby girl… but he loved it. With effort, he kept the shining beam of glee from his face with incredible willpower.
“Hi Daddy.” She put her hands behind her back and rocked from side to side. "Can I have a drink of your pop pretty please?“
“Oh princess, this isn’t for little girls. This is a daddy drink.” He watched her face fall, her lip poking out as she pouted at his refusal.
“But Daddy.” He moved his drink quickly as she climbed into his lap, scrunching that padding against him as she spread her legs wide to put a knee on either side of him. "I’m real real thirsty. Real thirsty.“
"What does my pretty little girl want to drink?”
“Your pop!” She sniffled dramatically, tilting her head so her eyes looked larger, batting her eyelashes at him. "I’m soooo thirsty, Daddy!“
He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her soft, pouting lips.
"Let’s get you a bottle, sweetie. We’ll lay you down in my lap and you’ll have a nice bottle while we watch some cartoons.”
“I don’t want a bottle, daddy! Bottles are for babies and I’m a big girl.” Her diaper crinkled loudly as she shifted in his lap, crossing her arms. "Please please pretty please may I have some pop?“
With a stretch, he set his beer on the table beside the couch, wrapping one arm behind her back before plunging a finger through the legband of her diaper, brushing his fingertips through the bush hidden within. She squeaked and wiggled, turning a bright shade of red.
"Well, you are still dry - does that mean that someone changed you just before I got home? Were you good for the babysitter?”
“She was so mean! I had one tiny accident and she put me in extra diapers!” She rubbed her eye dramatically with the back of one hand. The fictional babysitter often set the mood for their play, whether his princess was going to be a good girl for him… or if she’d need some adjustment.
“I’m sure her note will tell me exactly what was going on.” He slid his hand down her back and patted her bottom while he brought her head to his shoulder with the other hand. She melted into him as he tapped a rhythm gently on her backside before standing, settling her on one hip easily. His friends had teased him about dating a girl a foot shorter than he was… even he had no idea how wonderful that would turn out to be.
He walked toward the kitchen, he stress and worry left on the couch as he carried the most precious treasure in the world to the kitchen as she snuggled against him.
That childish whine, that tone, that word - filled him with more joy than he would have believed possible before he had lived it. His precious little girl was giving him the loveliest of gifts. Her submission fulfilled him. This was no tedious task, this was doting on the most precious person in the world. And as his hand gripped the soft padding of her diaper, he felt the last of his stress melt away.
With effort and only one free hand, he prepared a bottle for his princess - her favorite one, adorned with sparkles and unicorns - full of chocolate milk, and settled back down on the couch. Her padded bottom was gentle set in his lap, her head cradled in one arm as she lay back. He placed her stuffed turtle in her arms as he reached his hand around, her head turning to accept the nipple of the bottle between her lips without fuss.
As she suckled, as he watched her throat bob with the rhythm of the bottle, his free hand rested between her thighs, rubbing her thick diaper gently, patting every so often and drawing a soft moan from her. His own manhood was throbbing in his jeans as his love sucked at the offered nipple, her eyes closed, her hips grinding ever so slightly against his hand.
He took the bottle gently when it was drained, a small trail of chocolate milk trailing from a corner of her mouth. Setting it aside, he drew her closer as he kissed it away, tasting the chocolate on her face and tongue. Her own tongue slid beyond his teeth as their lips locked, dancing with his own as she held his hand between her legs, pressing his fingertips against her diaper. A long, low moan came from her as they kissed, a tiny gasp as it broke.
“I love you Daddy.” Her voice didn’t have quite the same degree of innocence it had earlier. "Fuck me. Please?“
"Oh but you’re so beautifully padded, princess.” He grinned wryly as he rubbed against her diaper. "Maybe we should just slip some nice locking panties on over that thick diaper and put you in your crib for the night?“
"Nooooo!” Lust was in her eyes as she whined, sitting up to straddle him again, her back arched and leaning in close as she slowly ground her hips back and forth, sliding the diaper against his pants. "Daddy, I’m horny. Please? Please daddy?“
Those little pouting eyes were back, but there was a different glint to them, a hungry one. She leaned forward and kissed him again, dragging her diaper against his pants, rubbing against his member and making his blood stir in him.
"Please daddy.” Her teeth against his jaw, his neck, his ear. A flick and touch of her tongue. A sultry whisper. "Fuck me… “
Without another word, he stood, hooking a finger in the waistband of her innermost diaper and giving a tug, yanking them down over her body. Her hands went to his pants, unbuttoning them quickly and yanking them down in kind. He grabbed her hips and lifted, hoisting her into the air, her skirts bouncing. He sat back down on the couch, holding her close, holding her to him as he lowered her gently onto his cock.
She was warm and wet, a sharp gasp coming from her as he slid deep.
"Daddy… ohhh… ”
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he rocked, his hands on her hips, moving her back and forth, lifting her slightly as he fucked her, pulling his own hips back to withdraw just to plow into her again, drawing a small grunt from her each time.
“Who’s my precious princess?”
The feel of her surrounding him was amazing, the nails raking his back equally so, as he kissed her neck, bouncing his girl on his lap.
“Me Daddy, me!” She arched her back, letting out a long moan.
“And what’s my princess good for?”
“Fuck me!” She howled as she bounced in kind, rolling her hips and biting his lips. "I’m good for fucking. Use me, Daddy! I want you!“
"I’m in you.” His growl rumbled in his chest as he thrusted, his fingers digging into her soft skin. "You’re mine. You’re my princess, my doll, and my fucktoy.“
Each word drew a new moan from her as she spasmed, her thighs shaking as she came. He knew her buttons well.
"When I’m done fucking you… ” He pumped furiously as he held her tightly, grinning madly at the line of drool that slid down her face, her tongue hanging out. "I’m going to lay you back down, I’m going to put those diapers back on you, and you’re not allowed to speak the rest of the night. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll only have baby babble tonight!“
She let out a piercing moan as she spasmed again, squeezing his manhood inside her. Their breath was in ragged unison as they moved, her skirts bouncing over his bare thighs.
"What do you say?”
“Yes Daddy!” She gasped between words, barely coherent. "Thank you Daddy. Oh god… “
"Cum for me again, princess. Now!”
She shuddered another climax as he felt himself peak as well, lifting them both off the couch with his thrusts. He arched his back and let out a long moan as she continued to grind against him, driving him completely over the edge.
When they were done, when they had a moment to breathe, he laid her down as promised.
He put her carefully back in those three diapers, knowing that they would be soaked by bedtime.
And she didn’t say another word the rest of the night, pointing and babbling and bouncing, bringing joy to his heart.
Kimmie may I ask something how does yew du it your so pwettyyy you have depression yet everytime I here you in the old podcasts you always bring a smile to me mainly cause dat food in da trash XD buh i guess what I'm saying is I'm so very proud of you about how far you have come you give me strength to keep trying sorry if that's weird iv been looking for a cg who will accept that I'm trans and yet nu luck yet any suggestions thx for everything you do UwwU xxxx ya gurl melly
You’ve got a few questions in here, darling.
I suffer from depression, the mental illness. I have a chemical imbalance in my brain that makes it hard to function some days. Some days are great, some days are hard. Some days it’s hard to get out of bed and the smallest thing can make me cry, other days I’m great and I have all the energy I need to accomplish everything I need to do.
Having depression doesn’t mean that I’m really sad, it means that I have a medical condition that requires medicine and treatment to cope with. As long as I take my meds I can function pretty normally, but there are good days and bad days.
When you hear me on a show, I’ve had time to prep and center myself, to put my best foot forward and project the right energy. There are LOTS of episodes of Usual Bet where I’m not on it at all, oftentimes because I couldn’t muster the energy to go pester them lol.
Thank you for your kind words, and I’m glad that my positive energy has been an inspiration and that it has given you strength.
Dating right now during Covid is very, very hard, but the best way to find a partner is as it has ever been, trans or no. Put up your dating profile, put up your prettiest pictures, put your best foot forward, and BE ACTIVE.
The best way to meet people (in a non-covid world) is to go out and DO THINGS. If you have a hobby, go find a group of people who do that thing. I’ve made good friends in tai chi classes, at board game meetups, etc, etc.
People like talking about the things they like. And if you like the same thing, you can talk about it together!!
How many followers do you have?
So Tumblr followers is a real strange thing since the Exodus. I have a lot of “followers” but I have no idea how many of those are current accounts. I have different posts that appeal to different audiences, so some of my posts will get 1,000 notes and some will get 10.
Like, I doubt that many people care that Tee is officially my Daddy now? Some people are waiting for the next megathicc diaper pic, some people are waiting for the next LGWorld short story. Some people really like it when the blog is more of an advice column? For a while I had people requesting my cooking recipes lmao
Tumblr tells me that I have 6,667 followers right now… but I don’t get NEARLY that many interactions, and I bet half of those are Pre-Exodus that may or may not still be around?
So. I’ve been seeing this girl Tee online for 6 months now, she’s amazing. She’s smart and funny and sensitive, she has a good job and a kind heart.
And she’s a sadist. Some of our earliest conversations centered on knifeplay and rope.
She’s also like 5″ taller than me and a great deal stronger than me.
Emotional Intelligence + Kind Heart + Great Sense of Humor + Great Breasts + Sadism + Cute Lil’ Dimple on One Cheek + So Dang Smart = O///////////O
She’s amazing. Covid has made the start of our relationship difficult, but vaccines are happening and it’s in the cards that we’ll meet up for the first time soon.
She’s not into ABDL, she’s not into DD/lg, she’s not really into “scene play”, when she plays, it’s usually just “I have some rope here, let’s do this.”
…so we’ve been talking for months, she knows I do porn that’s not her thing, and I’ve been showing her some DD/lg content, specifically…
…and she’s liking it.
And then this happened:
I nearly burst into flames.
I ended up going to the store later, getting dressed for the first time in DAYS (thanks depression!) and I had the motivation to finally wear my new shorts from Hot Topic.
…y’all, I have a daddy…
Kinda an odd question but like, how do you find time/ energy for doing work, life, AND porn? I've always wanted to start doing a little porn on the side for fun but I feel like I can never find the energy or free time or Focus for it.
Well, you may note that I don’t post as many pictures lately as I used to. I get wayyyy more into making porn when I have a photographer. Doing everything as selfies is a real drag, even though I have tripods and remotes, it’s just not the same.
When I get a new outfit (I just got some more clothes in from Hot Topic), I want to model them for the camera - with diapers peeking out, OF COURSE. Otherwise, I really don’t spend that much time on it?
Most of my free time is going into Final Fantasy 14 lately.
Do you hide the fact that you’re polyamorous at work or in any public setting for safety?
Nope. I don’t consider it a safety issue. There are certain co-workers that I talk MORE about it to, but that’s true for anything.
Being married to more than one person is a crime (for tax reasons, it’s a whole thing), being involved with more than one person is just… uncommon.
I have privilege, I worked my way up to management in my company and I’m not at risk of my job being affected. I’m openly gay and poly at work, when I have multiple partners, I talk about each of them.
My boss even knows that I do porn - just not what KIND of porn lolol.
I find that if you’re open about things that are lifestyle choices and not inappropriate for the setting (I don’t tell my co-workers about sexual acts or fantasies, for example), people are generally accepting.
The world is a kinder place than it was 10 years ago, I’ve found. Your mileage may vary depending on your community, your gender, your sexual orientation, etc.
People know, in general, that I’m pretty “weird”.
Hey, it's the one that asked about that thick diaper romper! I appreciate the info! I noticed that they also sell a standalone spreading diaper which I might get instead of a romper, considering your experience with that. And I definitely agree that it looks great in photos!
They do! I just didn’t like the whole drawstring thing, which is why I went with the romper. I hope you like it! I will say, as a fan of thiccccc padding, it feels great.
Haha! You’re wet. You’re such a BABY.
Pssst Kimmy, you’re cute
THANK YOU :D
Nice try! You’re not gonna fool ME into telling you I’m wet :P
Hi! Out of curiosity, where did you get that big, thick, shiny pink diaper cover thing that was shown in that captioned picture of you that recently came around? I kinda want something like that for myself. 💖
Hi! I got it from: https://adult-baby-shop.de
It’s one of their “spreader rompers”. Honestly, it hasn’t been worth the money I spent on it, but it does look great in photos! The velcro is pretty scratchy and even though I gave my measurements, the straps are wayyyyyyy too long for my body.
Sending love for the new podcast. just listened on the way home from work. Great pilot episode. Smiled the whole way through. Very well done. I dont have a good way of letting skye know this so please pass it on if you'd be so kind.
Ps there is no way you get more the a couple episodes before Sophie or Chloe find and spank you.
I’m really glad you enjoyed it. You can find Skye on Twitter here: https://twitter.com/cloudpuddles
Not sure yet what our schedule is going to be, we’re trying to gauge interest with this first one.
P.S.: That sounds like a bet… but that’s a different podcast entirely ;)
Look, it’s me and my friend Skye. We’re trying out the podcasting thing, this is the first (pilot) episode of our bratcast!
I hope people like it! It was fun to make.
Any advice on pet play cages??
My advice is this: get one you can SIT UP IN. I should have gotten one size larger ;_;
You can get a good-sized dog crate on Amazon for a decent price, just look for ones designed for large dogs: St. Bernards, Great Danes, etc
I can’t sit up in mine, I have to lay down - and it’s not big enough for me to extend my legs all the way. The combination of these facts means that I have to limit my time in there for health reasons. I have to at least get out and stretch my legs, and it’s tough to sleep in there.
But I love love love my cage. When I’m in it and still sassing people, Chloe will throw a blanket over the whole thing, if I make noise after that, she shakes the cage and I get a wonderful rush of fear.
It’s a great prop and it’s wonderful for headspace. I highly recommend it!
…now I just need a giant kitty tent.
I want it so baaaaad ;_;
How did you meet pudding?
I met Pudding through Sophie! Sophie and I were both writers on an ABDL forum, they’ve been best friends forever. I became friends with Sophie, then Soph introduced me to Pudding.
That’s also how I met Chloe :P
So I was chatting with Tee last night, she showed me an adult coloring book that she bought for a friend.
It was titled:
“Fuck Off Covid, I’m Coloring”.
And I laughed so much, and showed her the DD/lg coloring book Lizzy bought me (also, I don’t color enough). Which includes lovely things like unicorns and mermaids and kittens.
And there’s this page that reads in nice, big letters:
And she says, “Would it be weird if you called me daddy?”
@bby-kimmy is this not one ur works someone took
It’s honestly not a big deal. I’m not selling them, this person isn’t depriving me of any income, and they’re making new art from mine. These are good things.
I love it when people caption my pictures.
I’m not super thrilled that they turned it into a sissy caption lol, but that’s just because I’m sensitive about my boobs. I’ve gotten enough “boy chest” and “itty bitty titty” jokes in my lifetime.
Youre a beautiful little girl kimmy, and im sorry someone made you feel icky for their own satisfaction.
I blocked them preemptively so they can’t take my content. Keep being awesome you lovely little. ^.^
Oh darling, they didn’t make me feel icky, it’s fine. I’ve seen the sissy-captioners take all sorts of women and turn them into sissy captions. I had a laugh with Aaliyah Taylor about this once. I’m really not upset that this person used my picture at all.
I really, honestly do love it when people caption my pics.
If you do, show me!! But I’ll be happier if it’s not a sissy caption lol
@bby-kimmy is this not one ur works someone took
It’s honestly not a big deal. I’m not selling them, this person isn’t depriving me of any income, and they’re making new art from mine. These are good things.
I love it when people caption my pictures.
I’m not super thrilled that they turned it into a sissy caption lol, but that’s just because I’m sensitive about my boobs. I’ve gotten enough “boy chest” and “itty bitty titty” jokes in my lifetime.