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Wie alt ist Ihr Baby?

Wie liebst du es, umsorgt zu werden?

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ABDL Punishment Experience:

These pictures were taken after being punishment by suppository. My daddy inserted 1 glycerin suppository into my butt then diapered me up in the usual M4. We then got ready and headed off on a shopping trip. Considering the place we were going was about a 20 minute car drive, the suppository had already started to work by the time we got there. About 10 minutes into shopping, I started getting abdominal cramps and the urge to mess my diaper was getting stronger. My daddy loves using this method of punishment because he enjoys watching my face as I try to beat the cramps and urge to go. After about 20 minutes of shopping the cramps got too much and I filled my diaper. The problem with suppositories is that they make you mess a lot so my diaper was extremely full. It was difficult not to waddle around with such a full diaper which was embarrassing as i’m already paranoid that people will notice my diaper already, let alone when it’s full! For about 45 minutes me and my daddy continued to shop where he’d instruct me to grab items from the lower shelves which required me to bend down therefore squishing the contents of the diaper around which was really unpleasant. Although the worse was yet to come…

After we’d finished grocery we packed the groceries into the car and started the 20 minute drive home which required me to sit in the messy diaper which was gross and the worse part about the punishment. I kept trying to sit in a comfortable position but it was impossible with such a full diaper. When we got home, I packed the shopping away and only once that was done could I get a change out of this very messy diaper.

- JackABDL

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Need someone to say these to me irl

God, diaper humiliation is such a rush though…

“Just changed you x amount of time ago and you’re already wet again?”

“You’re such a little baby, sitting in your wet diaper.”

“You don’t have potty privileges. You can sit right there in your diaper and go potty like the baby you are.”

“Show Mommy/Daddy how wet you are baby. Knowing you, I’m sure you’re not dry. You never are for long.”

“No you’re not allowed to change. You’re just a baby. You’re not to be concerned about your little diapies. That’s Mommy’s/Daddy’s job.”

“Time for a diaper check baby. I don’t care if you didn’t go. You’re too little to be able to check on your own.”

“Go put on a diaper, then you can potty. No toilet for my little baby.”

“You’re so fucking wet and you love it don’t you?”

“Put some panties on over that wet diaper. I want every inch of that pressed against you so you don’t forget what a little baby you are.”

“Piss yourself for me, like my little baby.”

“Tell me how much of a baby you are while you press that wet diapie against yourself.”

“Mommy/Daddy is going to go potty in the toilet while you sit there in your little wet diapie like a proper baby.”

“Oh you want to be sassy? There’s goes your opportunity for a change. That’s another hour for you. I don’t care if you leak.”

“Let’s see how much those can hold. I’m sure Mommy/Daddy’s little one can fill those up in no time.”

“No big boy/girl panties today. I think today will be a no potty privileges day for my baby. “

“You’re not a baby? Why don’t you say that to me again but this time press on that soaking diaper between your legs.”

“Aww you leaked? That’s okie sweetheart that’s what happens to babies that can’t control when they potty.”

“You wanna use the big kid potty? Alright go sit on it but keep that diapie on. You can pretend you’re a big kid. Oh no, that’s not what you meant? I don’t care. Go. Now.”

“Go sit on the potty with your diaper on baby. Mommy/Daddy wants to see you try to go like a big kid. Your diaper will hold up, don’t worry.”

“Go put on a diaper. I don’t trust you to keep those pants clean. You’re just a baby after all.”

“Aw sweetie did you have an accident in your diapie? Such a good boy/girl for Mommy/Daddy.”

“That diaper is sagging something fierce baby. Good. Now you look like the baby you are. Sit down.”

“Since you like to not do what you’re told so much, why don’t you just go and pee your little pants. Show me how much of a big kid you are without your diapers.”

“If you don’t want to listen, you can put a fresh diapie on over that one. Then we will see how much you feel like being bratty, hm?”

“I want that diaper thicker. My baby is such a little potty pants, we have to make sure you’re properly protected.”

“You can’t walk properly? Good. You can crawl.”

“You’re squishy? Aw darling that means your diapers are working well.”

“My baby had an accident? Aw aren’t you glad Mommy/Daddy knew enough to put you in diapers?”

“Today is diaper day. No excuses or negotiation.”

“Look at my baby trying to be all tough when you’re sitting there in a soaked diaper. You’re cute when you try to be all big.”

“It’s little time. Diaper on, and pacifier in until Mommy/Daddy says. You talk with it in and you ask permission to take it out.”

“I said keep your paci in. Ten minutes humping that soaking little diaper of yours. Maybe that will teach you to listen to Mommy/Daddy.”

“I think you need a reminder of who owns that cute little tushy. Diapered and in the corner. Time out time. Don’t worry, your diapie will catch all your accidents”

“Yes sweetie, you look very big in those big kid undies. Now stop playing dress up and lets get you in a diaper.”

“Are you trying to hide that you’re wet? Oh silly, Mommy/Daddy already knew you were. Why do you think we asked for a diaper check?”

“I know you’re wet. The question is, how wet?”

“Lay on your tummy baby, and keep your paci in. You need some tummy time.”

“I love my little potty prince/princess.”

“You look so good with that paci in your mouth, why did I ever let you take it out?”

“Is my baby fussy? That’s get that little rush changed and down for a nap. No, you don’t get a choice.”

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"You lost our bet, so now you are mine for a month." Danny spoke while pointing his socked foot towards his tiny friend on the floor.

Greg had made a bet with Danny on who was stronger. The loser would get shrunken down to size and belong to the winner for a month as his toy. Danny completely bet him in the weight class, showing that he was much stronger than him. He reluctantly admitted defeat and let himself get shrunken down to just 3" tall.

"I know I lost our bet. But it's only for one month anyway." Greg spoke, wishing he had won. Looking up at his friend's giant foot made him feel extremely small.

"It might not be as much fun for you, though." Danny smiled. "Some time in my shoe under my foot might having you wish you were stronger." He laughed as he reached down and picked up tiny Greg. He dangled him over his shoe and then dropped him in. He tilted his shoe so that he was at the toe end.

Greg saw the massive socked foot coming towards him, blotting out the last of light he could see. There was no way out as massive socked toes covered him and began to play with him by flipping him over and over.

Danny found it a little fun playing with his friend as a tiny toy under his toes. He could tell it really was going to be a fun month for him. He might have to bring his toy to every work or wherever he is wearing any of his shoes, for that matter.

Josh’s New Perspective

Josh had always felt weighed down by the expectations of adulthood. Living at home during university, his dad's constant nagging about getting a job only added to the pressure. When Mr. Carter offered him a babysitting job, Josh eagerly accepted, hoping it would ease some of the tension. However, he never imagined how much that job would change his life.

From the moment he arrived at Mr. Carter's secluded, two-story house on the edge of town, Josh could tell this wouldn’t be an ordinary job. Toys littered the yard, a black minivan sat in the driveway, and the house itself exuded a strange mix of family warmth and mystery.

When Mr. Carter, a tall man with a large beer belly, answered the door wearing only a strained shirt and tighty-whities, Josh had been caught off guard. Apologizing for arriving early, Josh was assured he was right on time. Mr. Carter rushed him inside and gave him a tour of the house.

The nursery upstairs was the biggest shock. It was outfitted like a toddler’s room, complete with a crib, changing table, and playpen. However, the occupant wasn’t a toddler—it was Max, Mr. Carter’s 20-year-old son. Max was “special,” as Mr. Carter explained, and still lived like a baby. Josh’s job was simple: care for Max, feed him, change him, and make sure he got to daycare safely.

When Max left for daycare that morning, Josh couldn’t stop thinking about him. Max’s carefree lifestyle, free of adult responsibilities, seemed almost enviable. Curiosity took hold, and Josh decided to explore the nursery. One thing led to another, and before long, Josh found himself wearing one of Max’s diapers and a truck-themed onesie.

What started as a moment of curiosity quickly turned into a full experience. Josh climbed into the oversized highchair, made himself some banana creamy porridge, and used a sippy cup he found in the cupboard. For the first time in years, Josh felt relaxed, unburdened by adult expectations.

That’s when Mr. Carter came home unexpectedly.

Catching Josh in the highchair, wearing baby clothes, was a moment of shock for both of them. Josh tried to explain, but Mr. Carter simply smiled. He reassured Josh that there was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, he offered Josh the chance to live like Max whenever he was at the house.

Over the following weeks, Josh embraced his new role as Mr. Carter’s “baby boy.” He spent his time at the house dressed like Max, cared for by Mr. Carter, and free from the stresses of adult life. It was a strange but comforting arrangement that made Josh feel safe and loved.

One day, however, Mr. Carter decided it was time to involve Josh’s dad. When Josh’s dad arrived to pick him up, Mr. Carter sat him down and explained everything. At first, Josh’s dad was stunned, but as he listened, he began to understand.

“I had no idea Josh felt this way,” his dad admitted.

Mr. Carter smiled warmly. “Sometimes we all need a break. And I think you might benefit from this too.”

Josh’s dad raised an eyebrow, but before he could protest, Mr. Carter pulled out a spare diaper and onesie. By the end of the conversation, both Josh and his dad were dressed like babies, sharing the same carefree lifestyle.

From that day forward, Mr. Carter cared for them both, treating them with love and kindness. Josh and his dad discovered a new bond, free from the pressures of the outside world, as they embraced their shared journey of rediscovery and innocence.

The End.