I’ve said it before weekend mornings are the best! Pjs and night diapers that don’t have to be changed right away! Aaand breakfast and cartoons.
“Come on now pumpkin, you wouldn’t lie to your Papa,” said Papa putting a finger under my chin. His syrupy and deep voice was hard to resist. He slowly lifted up my head so I faced him and Daddy.
I was all flustered and my eyes started to water. Papa glanced knowingly at Daddy as my tears gave my answer away. God I really had become such a baby around these two. I was always so emotional and I was so quick to start crying now. Maybe I had always been this way but had kept my emotions hidden cause I thought I had to be a man. Maybe I was just finally being my true self, and that was a big crying baby. My behavior had changed rapidly as the walls had started to come down over the last few months, especially since Papa moved in. My old self, the guy who had been Daddy’s boyfriend, seemed so foreign to me now. It felt so distant and it was hard to connect with, especially now seeing him kiss Papa in front of me. They just looked so superior, masculine, and grown up. While I felt so utterly childish in my full stinky diaper trying to remember how I got to this point.
After Adam had told me he couldn’t be my boyfriend anymore I got my wish. I got to sleep in a diaper. Only it wasn’t in our bed, it was in the guest bedroom downstairs which had immediately become my new room. It was smaller and housed my old bed from my apartment before we moved in. It was nondescript and we rarely went in there. Adam had quickly diapered me after I came all over the sheets and told me I should start moving my stuff in the “nursery” while he did some laundry.
The whole situation felt weird, especially coming down from my horny bliss. I felt so embarrassed around Adam. I didn’t know what to say or how to act around him as we crossed paths that night. He said we would have to come up with some ground rules and talk a little bit more but that he was deadly serious that our relationship had evolved into something else. As I settled down for the night, crinkling in the thick adult diaper Adam had put on me, I already felt different. This was different than our usual submissive play. When we had sex there was always an end game, we’d get off and then we’d be back to being equals again. This current submissive feeling felt more all-encompassing. Here I was, downstairs in the guest bedroom in my diapers while my boyfriend…er my daddy slept in the master bedroom upstairs. It felt extremely right, and that was frightening. Like I was in my rightful place.
“So here is the deal,” said Adam the next morning. He looked tired too as he sat down on the end of the bed. He had clearly been up all night and was now sipping on some coffee. “I want to be clear, we are not really boyfriends anymore. Not in the traditional sense. In my mind I’m now in control. If it evolves to me being your daddy, so be it. We will see where this goes. I know we have a history together and I know this is a sexual thing for you… so at best we’re friends with benefits. Understand?”
“Yea,” I said quietly starting to wake up. Adam didn’t even knock. He just kind of walked right in and started talking. I guess I didn’t have any privacy at all anymore, “As long as this can still work with both of us living here.”
“I’m not worried about that,” he said confidently, “Not at all. It’s you I’m worried about. This place is under my name and I can easily take over the rent if need be. I know you don’t make nearly as much money as me and you obviously need someone to take care of you. I’m more concerned if you can follow the conditions I’m setting for you.”
“Conditions?” I squeaked.
“Sh…” he hushed me. Adam put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing it. He did this from time to time and it always felt romantic and comforting, but given the current situation it felt emasculating. Like he was reassuring me like I was a concerned toddler. “Yea, things are going to change a little bit around here. You are always going to wear diapers when you are home. No matter what. The minute you walk in the door I want you to put a diaper on. When you’re not here I don’t care what you wear but under my roof you are wearing diapers. What’s funny is I don’t even think that is even going to be that big of an issue for you. I think it’ll probably be freeing. You finally get to wear them as much as you want! Doesn’t that sound nice?”
I started to get hard just thinking about it, was this really happening? But then the severity of the situation started to settle in, “But what if we have friends or guests over?”
Adam shrugged, “Well, that is something you’re going to have to deal with. But I want my baby boy protected at all times. Sure it might be embarrassing and you might have to tell people you wear diapers but you love them so much you really should be in them all the time.”
“I don’t know…”
“You do love wearing them. You can’t really deny that, you’ve told me how good they feel to you. Why keep that from yourself?” he asked. It almost sounded a bit condescending. Adam did know how much I liked them but he also knew how they made me feel. Being in diapers in our bedroom and at home was one thing but still wearing them when other people were over was something else. That was a lifestyle change. “If not then like I don’t know what to say. We’ll find you another place to live but I can’t do this then. I love you and I want to take care of you and let you be who you are. But I can’t do it both ways where sometimes you need your diapers and sometimes you don’t and it’s this whole thing. It just becomes too much. And then when I bring guys home what am I going to say, that my ex-boyfriend is sleeping in the guest bedroom?”
“Wait what?” I asked. My heart was racing, was he already thinking of other guys to bring home.
“Yea I told you. I need to have sex. I need to have sex with men and not big babies. Obviously not right away cause I’m going to kind of have to mourn the end of this. But eventually yea I’m going to be bringing guys here. And it isn’t like I won’t still play around with you, it’ll just be different. It’ll be more suited to your needs.”
I did my best to suppress a moan. God, actually sounded so hot. I felt horny just imagining it, but it all felt so shameful. I looked down at my diaper. Did I really want this? Part of it was ticking some boxes for me. I’d get my diapers and still have some sexy times with Adam and he’d still get to be with me but also meet his own needs. And then Adam telling some other guy I wore diapers too…how embarrassing…it sounded degrading but so fitting too.
“Come on, just imagine. You would get to wear diapers all the time! How does that sound? Seriously, I bet you’re getting excited just thinking about it. Waking up in diapers, watching all of your favorite shows in diapers, playing video games in just your diapers! Sounds like one of the stories you told me about. You don’t have to wait to put one on when I get home from work and we have sex. Plus the toilet is going to be off limits for you so imagine that! Getting to wet your diapers and finally getting to poop your pants!” Adam said almost gleefully.
“Are you sure?” I was kind of blown away that he was open to all of this. When I first brought it up to Adam that I liked wearing diapers. I did explain to him that half of the fun was actually using them for their intended use. But he didn’t really want anything to do with that. The only time I used them was in secret or when he rubbed me and I came in my diapers.
“Baby, I’m giving you the chance to finally be who you are, and not just hidden away at your old apartment. You get to be your big baby self out and proud with me. I know you’ve wanted to. Really I have. I guess I didn’t want to believe it, I just needed to come to terms with it myself and last night I finally did. I realized I’m not really dating a man. I’m really dating a submissive meek baby who wants nothing more than for me to control, pamper, and protect him. A baby whose greatest pleasure comes from being his diapers and wetting his diapers. You really want nothing more than for me to just make you wear your diapers all the time. Cause you’re too scared to admit it to yourself. Come on, isn’t that what you want? Maybe will make you more comfortable with all of your baby desires and you’ll finally be your true self. So what do you say?”
I rarely if ever cried in front of Adam. Last night, was the first in a long time I could remember actually getting really upset. But now with this offer in front of me, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed and I found myself crying again.
“Aw yea that is what I thought, it’s ok baby. We both know you can’t change who you really are and need to be. Let’s be honest, if we went our separate ways you’d still need your diapers and you’d still be a baby right?”
“Yea,” I cried.
“Aww it’s ok, sh,” said Adam putting down his coffee on the nightstand and laying in the bed next to me now. He placed my head on his chest and rubbed my belly, “There there, it’s all good. This was hard to resist I’m sure. It was hard hiding your real self and you’re so brave sharing it, but it’s time to really embrace it. You’ll get used to wearing your diapers at home and around our friends. I’m sure it’ll be tough at first but I’ll help you through it. Then we will make this room into the perfect nursery for you. You’ll start to wonder why you fought it for so long.”
I found myself nodding in agreement feeling his chest go up and down with each breath. Hearing his heartbeat as he cuddled me and reassured me. I sighed, calming down and to let my bladder empty into my waiting diaper. This was what I wanted and in this moment everything felt perfect. My new Daddy comforting me, by diaper getting warm and wet as the pee trickled down my balls and into the absorbent material. I could feel it expand slightly comforting me and reassuring me that it would always be there to protect me from any accidents I have. Not realizing, in that very moment, I was giving up most of my adult rights so willingly to Adam. That I wanted his care and comfort as a Daddy so much, that I longed and needed it so much, that I would let him turn me into such a complete and utter baby.
Even that first morning in my diapers was starting to feel like a lifetime ago and I still had so many privileges. Not like how it was today, or how it was in this very moment.
Daddy and Papa continued making out in front of me. God, it looked so passionate and hot. Papa embraced Daddy who in return rubbed his back. They looked so happy and so in love as they greeted each other after a long day. It looked so different then when I kissed Daddy now. I know he loved me but it was a different kind of love. He called me cute, tickled me, and gave me a little peck on the cheek or the mouth but there wasn’t any passion or lust to it. He would rub down my thighs and legs reassuring me that everything was ok before handing me a bottle or a sippy cup. Papa’s made me feel quite wholly silly. I could feel his scratchy beard as his kissed my cheeks, down my neck, and started giving me raspberries on my chest and stomach. He tickled, poked, and prodded my completely hairless body rubbing his fingers across my diaper. It was particularly bad when I was naked after bathtime or a diaper change and he and Daddy would chase me. They’d tackle me together, rubbing their hands across my peepee, or through my bum bum cheeks. Their bodies would start enveloping me as they would start to make on with each other on top of me slowly and quickly starting to ignore me.
Any chub or hard on I’d even get, if at all, in that moment would quickly go away as my peepee would get soft and little like a button. Papa would order Daddy to diaper me up and put me in my crib for an unscheduled nap time. Then I’d hear the two of them run up the stairs to their bedroom, laughing, grunting, and kissing. It wouldn’t be long before I started wetting my diapers or worse messing them as I heard them passionately make love, fucking each other, while my peepee stayed safe, small, and away in my lovely diapers. It was in these times I would reflect at my predicament. I’d hear what I used to do with Daddy and realize how that was all taken away from me. I’d look around my room, look at the large diaper changing table covered in thick diapers I now wore everywhere. I’d notice the plethora of plush Barney and Sesame Street dolls scattered on the floor with my Paw Patrol Playsets. I take in the fragrance of lavender from my baby lotions and powder mixed with the unmistakable smell of wet and dirty diapers that all emanated from the nursery.
I used to get hard in this moments imagining Daddy moaning, or even Papa sucking Daddy’s big dick but that was happening less and less. My baby conditioning was greatly changing my thoughts and feelings when it came to sex or getting turned on. Perhaps sometimes when I wrestled with Papa and Daddy, or during a particular sensual diaper change, or late at night in my crib as I became overwhelmed with the humiliating and degradation I was going through I’d get turned on or would get off in my diapers. But that was happening less and less all the time. I still enjoyed all of these feelings but was starting to find it weird and even wrong to get hard and to get off. It also didn’t help that Daddy’s focus had changed a lot in the last half of the year since Papa came around. Sure he’d still tease me about my diapers and about becoming a baby, but then he’d leave me to hump my diapers or would want me to quickly rub one out into my diapers while he and Papa got ready to go out on a date Friday night.
They’d be getting ready in their bedroom while I stood in the corner. My hand would be on the front of my wet diaper. I’d grip the thick padding and pull it up and down as the soft disposable material kind of rubbed against my peepee. Sometimes it was tough and I wouldn’t get off, especially if my diaper was soaked. Daddy would ever so often, in the most distracted voice, encourage me, while he pulled on a polo or put on some cologne. If I did cum, I’d quickly squirt into my padding before being ushered by Papa back to my nursery and changed into a dry diaper and put down for the night. I was so used to an early bedtime now, that sometimes I’d pass out before they would even leave to go out.
Daddy and Papa stopped kissing and looked down at me. I let out another wet fart feeling another rush of messy poopy empty into my diaper. I arched my back uncontrollably.
“He’s probably almost done,” said Daddy caressing Papa’s chest, “But I think he needs a little bit of a reminder of who he is.”
“Ok,” said Papa nodding. He cracked another smile, this one seemed a little more devilish, a little more evil. He put his large hand on my shoulder, “Ok stinky, go grab a fresh diaper from your nursery, then we are going to have a talk once we get you cleaned up.”
Papa pulled me in to his chest. I breathed in a mix of musk, cologne, and the sweat of a man who had been at work all day. I winced as he gave me two large pats on poopy wet diaper before turning me away and pushing me towards my nursery.
I walked slowly away trying to prolong the inevitable as long as possible.
“You better march sport,” I heard Papa call out, “Daddy and I aren’t happy with you Tinkerbell.”
I heard them start talking about me as I entered my nursery. Sure I could end this all right now if I really wanted to. I could be done with my babyish lifestyle. No more diapers, no more enemas, no more…ugh spankings. I cringed knowing what was about to happen. So much of this was so unfair. No man would let himself get to this point and literally be treated like a toddler, not all day long for months at a time. No man would quit his job, wear diapers all the time, and spent his days drinking from babas, and enjoying messing his pants while baby shows played. Yet here I was. Every step into my nursery, my nursery, was a reminder of how much I craved and wanted this. Feeling my wet and incredibly poopy diaper gush back and forth on my bum, sucking my pacifier, and absentmindedly still peeing away, was a reminder of how much I needed this. Feeling my shortalls pull my diaper closer and snugger to my body, as I reached for a fresh diaper reminded me of who I really was. While it was embarrassing and unfair it felt so incredibly right, real, and necessary. Sure I could end this, and maybe part of me wanted to, but I didn’t. I did not want this to end. Whatever pleasure I got from this treatment, made it all worth it.
I walked back out into the living room where Papa had pulled out my plastic changing pad along with some wipes and baby powder. He looked menacingly at me as he ushered me over. God he looked so big and strong. I felt so insignificant to him the minute I met him. He quickly won me over and as he embraced me for who I was. I almost immediately and I secretly loved all of the humiliating pet names he gave me. I’m actually not sure it was that much of a secret, cause he knew it too. He knew what kind of power he had over me. He knew just what calling me muffin, sweetcheeks, or darling did to me. He knew literally, actually, treating me like a complete baby is what I wanted and he never faltered. While Daddy probably still clung on to that old image of me from time to time, knowing I needed to get off, and I was something different at one point, Papa never saw me that way. Papa didn’t need to check in with me, Papa just needed my complete submission. He needed my compliance and he needed to make sure I remained the docile baby boy who would never be a threat. He was the one who made sure I was completely hairless. He was the one who pushed the sissy stuff on me no matter how much I balked and pushed against it. He made sure I never felt like anything other than a baby.
I held on to his shoulder as he helped me lay down on my changing pad. My diaper felt slick as the mushy poopoo slid across my bum and up towards my peepee. I looked up at him and handed him over the pink princess diaper I knew he’d want me in after my spanking.
He chuckled, “Someone’s learning how I like my little sweetie dressed.”
I moaned into my pacifier and tried not to smile as he rubbed his hand down the denim towards the snaps at my crotch. He stared into my eyes as he slowly started to unsnap the buttons one at a time. Then it was time for the onesie buttons. He did those just as slow, building the tension towards my diaper change. He was making me more nervous. Any step out of the line now meant time over Papa’s lap and he knew how to tease and torment me before all of that happened.
He grabbed my arm pulling me up to a sitting position, so he could swiftly pull my baby clothes off leaving me in nothing but my baby diaper and wet, brown colored, plastic pants. The teddy bears seemed to taunt me, showing me how much of a baby I was.
Papa pushed me back down and untapped my diaper. Looking into Papa’s eyes and feeling the cool air hit my hairless, silly, soft little peepee I understood one thing in this moment. I definitely didn’t want a boyfriend. I wanted a Daddy…but I needed a Papa.
Full Crinklz 💧💩.
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The seniors confiscated the feshmen’s pants and shirt. In exchange, they were provided with a diaper and a pacifier and have to attend courses dressed as babies.
During the day, the seniors held a professional photo shoot for all the first year babies. They were required to show up for an official photo. The photographer set up a backdrop similar to a toddler shoot, including large blocks and plush toys. The photos were then displayed and the students were invited to vote for the cutiest baby of the college.
And the winner is : Max
Diapers, cloth or disposable, mattress covers, clock with multiple alarm settings, child’s wetting calender
Preparation - week before training begins:
- 1st the trainee must understand that from the start of training they are to be considered a bedwetter in every sense of the word. The term “Nocturnal Enuresis” should be a readily available if a nurse or doctor asks if the trainee has a medical condition. They do have a medical condition, and they should understand that now before the training really begins. This needs to be understood in all it’s permutations: there will be no place the trainee won’t be able to wet, they will have to wear protection every night. There will be embarrassing questions, and staying over with friends, and dating will be forever changed by this behavior.
- 2nd the trainee should start going to bed at an early time. 10pm would be ideal, but as late as 11 pm works. If the trainee works on a specific schedule adjust times so that they should get at least 8 hours of sleep nightly. They should also get in the habit of having a drink before bed.
- 3rd the trainee should begin sleeping in the diapers that they will be wearing most through the training. Cloth diapers are recommended. They should be comfortable sleeping in the diaper, and should practice wetting while laying in bed, finding the most comfortable positions to do so.
- 4th the trainee should be prepared to be honest about their wetting. There will be some aspects of the later phases where the trainee will have to self report how their night went, and the only way to establish the proper behavior is if the trainee reports honestly.
Phase 1 - The New Behavior Paradigm - 1 month duration
Take the clock and set three alarms for 1AM, 2AM and 3AM. These times are important because it allows the trainee to get a solid amount of sleep, but not enough for a full nights sleep. The clock dial should then be covered, and from now on any other clock in the room that is visible from the bed should either be removed, covered or turned away so that it isn’t visible from the bed. This is so that the trainee doesn’t adapt to a single specific time to wet, and that the only solid trigger for wetting is the alarm. Every day choose an alarm at random to set. When the trainee has gone to bed, the alarm will wake them. They will then turn off the alarm and wet, moving as little as possible, then go back to sleep. This will be repeated every night until the end of the training. What this does is establish a new behavior. That behavior is conscious wetting at night. They key point is to get the trainee to sleep, then wet, then sleep. At first the behavior will be difficult. There will be many sleepless nights, and early on there will be anticipation and insomnia. But as time passes and the trainee gets used to the schedule, they will fall into a regular sleep cycle. Later in this phase the adaptation to the nightly disruption may result in automatically return to sleep without wetting. This behavior should be punished appropriately. As long as the alarm is set the trainee should always wake wet in the morning. By the end of this phase, the trainee should be wetting every night consistently without requiring punishment. If this is not the case, repeat the phase until it is so.
Phase 2 - Maintaining Behavior Under Differing Conditions - 1 month duration
The first phase is to establish the night wetting behavior. This second phase is to establish comfort and acceptance of this new behavior. A bedwetter is a person that wets in their sleep, regardless of what they are wearing. At this point we don’t have a bedwetter, but a person that wets a diaper at the sound of an alarm. Consider the different clothing variations that the trainee might experience when sleeping. So far they’ve been wearing diapers. But maybe they have cloth and disposable diapers. What if they were wearing regular underwear? Or all these variations fully clothed, or completely nude. Once the variations are figured out, set a random schedule, and continue the use of the alarm clock-wetting routine with the added variation of the different conditions. Keep in mind that this phase requires the most cleaning, make sure that you have many extra sets of sheets and the mattress is protected. Now that the new behavior has been established it is still unfortunately a specific habit: The trainee has so far been trained to wet a diaper at night. What the trainee needs is to be comfortable wetting and being wet. This phase helps the trainee to learn to be comfortable in a wet bed, or wet clothes and still able to return to a sleeping state. If by the end of the month the trainee is still having trouble returning to a regular sleep cycle, repeat the phase until they have done so.
Phase 3 - Weening and Reward - 12 week minimum duration
At this point the trainee has spent at least two months consistently wetting at night. In the mind of the trainee two things have happened, the behavior has become a habit, and the brain has gotten used to urinating during the three hour alarm period at night. By repetition we are creating the urge to urinate during this period even thought the trainee has most likely not yet felt that urge because of the alarm. This phase is the trickiest part of the training. Up until now the trigger for wetting has been the alarm. Now we turn off the alarm. But it can’t be done all at once. So the trainee must be weened slowly off the alarm until it becomes unnecessary. Start by randomly selecting one night of the week. This will be the night the alarm won’t be activated. A random day will be chosen for the next two weeks, and ideally every two weeks the number of days per week that the alarm is inactive will increase by one until after twelve weeks the alarm is no longer necessary. Because this phase can be extremely tricky be prepared to delay progress or even return to phase 2 until the desired behavior is achieved. The child’s wetting calendar will come in handy at this point as it will be easy to track the trainee’s progress. The behavior that is desired is that on nights that the trainee doesn’t experience the alarm, they will still wet. Realistically there are three possible scenarios when the alarm is off: The trainee sleeps through the night, the trainee wakes because of the established habit of waking at this time, or the trainee doesn’t wake but still wets. If the trainee should wake, they should wet before returning to sleep.Early in this phase don’t worry if the trainee sleeps through the wetting period, however don’t progress with the weening if the trainee hasn’t wet after the first four weeks. When the trainee does wet, either by waking or sleeping, reward the behavior. Show the trainee that this is the desired behavior, and that it will be rewarded, and the trainee will have a greater incentive to continue the behavior. In this way also the mind of the trainee will be conditioned to want to wet. As the wetting behavior continues without the alarm, the trainee will require waking less and less. As it is, with the alarm activated, after so long the trainee ought not even need to stay awake, but might even be falling asleep while wetting after having experienced the situation so many times. So now with the alarm inactive the sleep wetting has a chance to occur naturally. By the seventh to eighth week, the randomized condition training begun in the second phase can end provided the trainee has shown the ability to wet in each of the conditions without the alarm. Once the trainee has been able to wet, awake or asleep, without the alarm at least 50% of the time this phase can end after at least two weeks of only one night where the alarm is activated per week.
Phase 4 - The Bedwetter and Diminishing Returns
At this point the trainee has established the ability to wet at night without the need for an alarm. As well because the alarm is no longer being used, most of the time the trainee should be wetting without waking. However this is also taking up a lot rewards. But since the trainee is now a bedwetter, they don’t need the rewards. But still we can’t just stop, so like he alarm we must ween the trainee. At the start of this phase we change the reward scheme to only reward nights where the trainee has only wet in their sleep. Do that for several weeks. Keep in mind the wetting calendar will be very handy at this point. Once the trainee has gotten used to this new reward scheme reduce the reward period from one night to two nights. After several weeks reduce it again to three nights. Every few weeks keep reducing the rewards until it takes a full week to wet. This will wen the trainee off the rewards, but it will also encourage more wetting since the mind of the trainee is conditioned to be rewarded for wetting. At this point don’t end the rewards all together, but keep it up for the next month or so in order to continue o encourage the wetting behavior. The rarity of reward will encourage greater regularity of the wetting behavior. When the trainee is wetting 75% of the time or more should the rewards end, and the training period officially end.
A Word on Punishment and Reward
Notice that when I mention punishment I said “this behavior should be punished appropriately. I am not a proponent of harsh punishments, nor do I pretend to know all the various dynamics that might come into play between trainee and trained, or even trainee by themselves. Punishment need only be as harsh as necessary to be effective, and the trainer ought to know best what is most effective punishment. No punishment should result in injury. Rewards can be tricky. As often as a trainee might wet the bed, it will be difficult to reward with stuff, because that could be expensive in the long term. I recommend sensory rewards like pleasure or even orgasm, but that implies a greater control and specific relationship on the part of the trainer. As with punishment the trainer has the best understanding of the trainee, and the nature of their relationship. Reward appropriately.
Stop drop potty
Fineeee 🥺 But i don’t wanna be a mush tush 🥺😭. I gotta stop checking tumblie in the morning 😭.
Nurse did a nappy check on me… eeeek
In agony. I rang the buzzer to get the nurse. She came in and asked if I need pain killers?
I explained the pain I am in and she went off, to return with morphine.
After my morphine was administered she turn her a attention to my nappy… eeek.
Nurse - Are you wet or soiled?
Me - Mmmmm not sure.
Nurse - do you want me to check?
Me - I think I am wet. I’ll be OK though.
Nurse - do you mind if I check your nappy?
Me - erm… ok
She then proceeds to check my nappy, feeling the front and squishing it. She then checks the bottom of my nappy with a pat.
Nurse - do you want a change? I don’t mind. Where are your pads?
Me - they’re in the wardrobe but these are night ones so I think I’ll be OK.
Nurse - is that your usual routine? Will these last the night?
Me - yeah that’s why I bought them.
Nurse- do you wear these ones during the day too?
Me - yeah it helps. Thank-you for offering.
Nurse - it’s what I’m here for. I’ll change your nappy in the morning when come wake you. Is that OK?
Me - yes that would be great. Thanks 😊
I already had my nappy changed by 2 nurses after my operation.
Feels weird knowing I get enjoyment out of wearing them as well as needing to wear nappies while you have your bum changed by a complete stranger or having them check your nappy.
It wasn’t sexual, more of a feeling of not being judged which is a really empathetic sensation.
Maybe she knows… (I doubt it though. Imagine that happening though. Someone working out your kink when your dependent on them and they like nappies too or caregiving and a relationship sparks from it. Oh my imagination)
Hey my fellow littles! So some time ago I was browsing through some site and came across 30 rules for a little. I can’t for the life of me remember where I got it or who made it originally. But I do still have the screenshots. Now, this is only 20, that’s because the other rules were a bit NSFW, and that’s not what I want these rules to be about. I want them to be rules that a little could take to their Daddy or Mommy, or that a Daddy/Mommy could have their little follow. I really wish that I had a Daddy or Mommy to enforce these rules for me. But I don’t, so I will just share them with the world and hopefully it will help some other little, or parent of a little. Enjoy!
1. You will not speak like a big boy or girl
2. No bad words
3. Never touch your diaper
4. If you need a diaper change you must find an appropriate way to tell an adult using baby talk
5. Never remove your clothes
6. Never fuss or talk back to grown ups
7. You will wear whatever you are put in without complaining about it
8. Never attempt to hide anything a grown up gives you in public
9. You will use only your diapers to relieve yourself, even while in public
10. Never feed yourself unless told to
11. If an adult puts in your paci you will not remove it
12. You will only play with baby toys
13. You must obey all grown ups (anyone over 5 years old is a grown up to you)
14. Never resist a diaper change, even in public
15. Never resist nap time
16. Never speak out of turn
17. Bedtime is at 8:00 PM every night
18. You must hold an adults hand when crossing the street
19. If left alone, you must be in a crib, a highchair, a playpen or secured in some way
20. If someone asks, you must admit you are wearing a diaper, no matter how many people are around
I love these rules. Anyone wanna have me follow them?
I need these rules
I neeed these 😊😉
These speak to my heart 💙