Abdldaddyspain - Littlebabyboy

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Exposure

A certain pathetic baby girl I know thinks this diaper is full enough for changies, but Dada isn't quite so sure...

She's been helplessly filling her diapers all morning. Unable to control herself at all, just going potty in her pants right then and there as soon as she feels the urge. She has no control anymore, not of her potty habits, and not of her life. She wanted this. She craved it. And now she has it. Perhaps she should have been careful what she wished for, but it's too late to go back now.

She'll be a pathetic, embarrassing little girl for the rest of her life, and as much as she fusses and complains, deep down she knows she wouldn't have it any other way. She needs this. She was just too incompetent at being an adult, at pretending to be a big girl. She needed someone to come along and manage her life. She was desperate for it.

And this is the result. A fulltime, diaper and Dada dependent baby girl who isn't even allowed to change her diapers without her caregiver's permission. Go ahead, everyone. Laugh at her pathetic state. The truth is she gets off on it. She gets off on seeing you all mock and tease her. And for those other little girls out there, reading this, feeling their princess parts become all tingly...

You know you wish this was you, too.

It was one thing when your boyfriend said you had to start wearing diapers again at night after one too many wet mornings.

You even saw some logic in him suggesting you wear "protection" during the day on long trips and flights. Even shorter trips where you might fall asleep had some reasoning behind it when you considered the alternative of waking up wet in the car.

Weeks went by and the simple white plastic underwear became normalized for you. You even found that it was more convent at times, and your partner was always offering to help when you needed a change.

But you realized sometime later that maybe this wasn't an innocent, natural progression of a control problem...

He started checking your diapers more, and began taking more responsibility for changing you. The amount of time spent in your old underwear dwindled. He started encouraging you to hydrate more, first with large cups of water at bedtime, then by handing you gradually more childish sippy cups throughout the day.

One day though, he came over and checked your diaper and decided it was time for a change. Leading you upstairs, he turned into the spare bedroom rather than heading down the hall into the room you usually share.

You stood there, mouth agape, realizing instantly that this was the planned outcome all along. He wanted you to be in diapers. And he'd been doing everything in his power to ensure you end up in them.

A large white changing table hugged the far wall. Its color contrasted by a bright, nursery print vinyl pad on top. Below, stacks and stacks of diapers lined the shelves. But not the crisp white medical diapers you haf become so used to... these diapers looked like adult-sized versions of modern baby diapers, sized up to fit you. Their bright colors and playful patterns a clear indication of what your new status was, not just in the relationship, but to everyone.

"Alright princess, hop on up, Daddy will get you all cleaned up, I've got lots of wonderful new diapers for my baby to wear....which is a good thing since I threw out all of your old undies yesterday."

How I usually can be founds when I’m little 🙈🙊

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Tell us why you like your diapers more than dick

We know it’ll get you wet to type it out and tell the world

I love my diapers more than dick because they’re warm and squishy and bulky. I love filling them up and feeling them get more and more soggy and uncomfortable. I love playing in them (when I’m allowed), they always make me cum so much (when that’s allowed). I love being made to make them thicker and thicker until I have an unmistakable diaper bulge and waddle. They make me feel like an embarrassed oversized toddler; keeping me firmly in my place and reminding me what I am with every movement and wetting.

Jamie smiled up at her little man, her little hero. It didn’t take her long into her marriage to discover that her husband, like most men, desperately needed order and discipline in his life. His years as a bachelor had taken their toll but it wasn’t anything a firm and loving hand couldn’t address. In many respects her hubby was just an overgrown toddler and she didn’t mind providing what he needed, even if he didn’t want it. What he wanted was a man cave to have his freedom. What he got was a separate bedroom fit for a toddler, complete with diapers! The day she placed her big boy back into pampers was the day their relationship took a turn for the better. The maternal hand he needed was now the hand of his wife; the hand that would spank, bathe, diaper, dress and nurture him. He offered some resistance at first but once he realized that disputes were settled over his wife’s knee and the changing table he shaped up to being her sweet little boy. If you’re tempted to think this a cruel form of control I might add that her hubby is not without his rewards. All Jamie has to do is reach her hand between his legs and give his thick diaper a rub, or unbutton the front of her blouse to offer a breast, and he is quite content.