Yes Please!

Reblog if you want  ‘Diaper Checks’ or ‘Stop, Drop, and Potty’ asks

*Make sure your anonymous asks are on* Diaper Checks: -Anyone can send one at any time -If you get an ask that says “Diaper check!” or similar, you must reblog with the status of your pants or diaper, no cheating and no exceptions. Alternatively, If you get an ask that says “Stop, Drop, and Potty” you must go to the bathroom in whatever you are wearing the moment you see the message, as you would with a CG.  This is harder than it sounds! Only for wearers up to the challenge and the embarassment!

I’m wearing 8 diapers so can’t imagine

You better pull those shorts up quickly or else everyone is going to get an eyeful of diaper. They’ll see you in your diaper and then everyone will know what a little diaper baby you who needs daddy to change his wet and messy diapers.

Upstate NY near Syracuse

Here we go again🥺😩...

Because January wasn't already hectic and stressful enough with the holidays and losing my Little, why not just make me lose my Tumblr too?

Life has a wonderful way of kicking you while you're down.

Anyway, I guess this is the new Account now. Go ahead and follow this other account as a backup to the backup of the backup:

@suprememommytaylor @strictmommykeyy

Make sure you follow me on other account so it's easier to get the word out when this inevitably happens again.

@suprememommytaylor

Please boost and share this post so we can get back to starting from scratch...again...

(Really getting sick of this shit, for real.)

Love you guys.

Es geht wieder los 😩😰...

Da der Januar mit den Feiertagen und dem Verlust meines Kleinen nicht schon hektisch und stressig genug war, warum nicht einfach auch dafür sorgen, dass ich meinen Tumblr verliere?

Das Leben hat eine wunderbare Art, dich zu treten, während du am Boden bist.

Wie auch immer, ich vermute, dass dies jetzt das neue Konto ist. Fahren Sie fort und folgen Sie diesem anderen Konto als Backup zur Sicherung des Backups:

@suprememommytaylor @strictmommykeyy

Stellen Sie sicher, dass Sie mir auf anderen Konten folgen, damit Sie es leichter verbreiten können, wenn so etwas unweigerlich erneut passiert.

@suprememommytaylor @strictmommykeyy

Bitte boosten und teilen Sie diesen Beitrag, damit wir wieder von vorne beginnen können ... wieder ... (Ich habe diesen Scheiß wirklich satt, wirklich.)

Ich liebe euch.

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Wheres his diaper and daddy?

im gay and want a boyfriend

reblog if you are also gay and want a boyfriend

cw: ab/dl, md/lb, humiliation,

"Go wait upstairs for me baby, pull out a diaper and lay on the bed. Don't do anything else until I come upstairs."

My eyes follow my sweet baby boy until I can only hear his footsteps up the carpet stairs and the door shutting. I busy myself tidying up the mess we left from dinner, throwing out our trash, and putting our dishes in the sink. I can only do my best to hide my excitement at the thought of my brain-dead baby waiting upstairs for me.

Once I figured we were tidied enough I slowly and quietly make my way upstairs, hoping to find my baby misbehaving, any excuse for a punishment. We both find punishments fun, oddly enough. I push open the bedroom door to find a perfectly behaved, obediently waiting baby; diaper laid down and little legs crossed. "Good job baby, you did so well listening to my directions..." I cooed. He smiles stupidly up at me and I crawl across the bed and move to take his sweats and boxers off. He lifts his hips to help me and I pull his clothing all the way down, off his ankles so he lays bottomless in bed.

I pull apart the diaper, taking my time, but noting the excitement in his eyes as the plastic material crinkles in my hands. I adjust the tabs to ensure ease of use and start guiding the diaper toward his bottom. On reflex, he lifts his hips for me to place it beneath him and helps me situate it in the right spot. I push his hips back down, seeing him smile as the diaper crinkles beneath him.

Before I can even pull the padding up between his thighs he gets hard. I made quick work of securing his diaper, pulling the tabs tight to make sure he doesn't leak. He knows he won't get out of them until I decide he's ready to be changed tonight. Once secure, I pat his hip to let him know he can get up.

"You did such a good job baby. Can you sit up for Mommy?" He does as he's asked and I pull him toward me and make him face the full-length mirror beside the bed. "Look at you baby... what do you see?"

He hesitates and finds my eyes in the mirror and looks away quickly before saying "Me and Mommy..."

"That's a good boy... you know what else I see?"

"What?" His inquisitive eyes find mine in the mirror once more.

"I see a pathetic grown man who gets off on being put in diapers by a woman who's half his size. What would your friends think if they saw you like this?" I punctuate the question with a gentle smack on his bottom, just enough to create an audible diaper crinkle.

He lowers his head in dog-like submission and nods at me, diverting his eyes from my gaze.

"They'd make fun of you, wouldn't they baby? You pretend to be a big strong man but look at you now..." I take hold of his chin and make him look at himself in the mirror. "Look at you baby, so weak. You're calling me Mommy and wearing a diaper, all because I told you to."

He nods again, taking in his reflection in the mirror. He recognizes that if anyone caught him like this he wouldn't ever live it down. I reach around to the front of his diaper to feel him, still hard, enjoying the humiliation. I smirk at him in the mirror and he drops his head in submission once again.

"Now, do you want to play video games with Mommy? We can play our new favorite game together... how does that sound?"

He looks up and nods eagerly, a smile crossing his face with glassy eyes. "Can I put my pants back on Mommy..?" He asks hesitantly, already knowing my answer.

"No baby, I want you to sit in just your diaper and play the game with me so I can check you easily whenever I need to. Do you understand baby?"

"Yes, Mommy..."

"Good boy, I'm going to get my things set up downstairs so we can play, are you going to be okay up here all by yourself?"

"Yes, Mommy..."

"That's my good boy. Go on, get ready to play. I'll be downstairs." I say as I move to get off the bed. I head to the door and close it behind me, trusting him to behave on his own. We both settle into our game together and after about 20 minutes I ask to take a quick break so I can run to the restroom.

"I have to pee too..." I hear him say quietly.

"Well you're lucky baby, do you know why?"

"Yes..." He hesitates to say, not wanting to use the word diaper.

"Why is that baby? Use your words." I press.

"Because I'm wearing a diaper..." He almost whispers.

"That's right baby, good job. You can go to the bathroom any time you want, aren't you lucky!"

I stand and head to the bathroom and on my way back I decide to check on my sweet baby. I make my way up the stairs to find him patiently waiting for me to return to our game, hands folded in his lap. As I walk into the room he looks up at me and smiles stupidly, eyes completely vacant. I cross to him and reach down to feel his diaper. It's wet and warm and almost completely soaked.

"Good job baby, you made such a mess in your diaper... come here." I pull him out of his chair and make him follow me to the bed and I crawl in, pulling him into my arms. "You did such a good job making a mess for Mommy, you know what would please Mommy even more?" I say as I start to pull off my shorts and panties under the blankets.

"What Mommy?"

"If you'd get on your hands and knees and eat Mommy out until she cums on your face baby... go on, do as your told..." He moves until he's settled between my thighs and puts his mouth to my already sensitive clit and starts lapping at it.

"Fuck baby, that feels so good... you're doing such a good job already... good boy..."

That would be fun!! I just wish there was a second part that Brian gets roomed with Jake and turned into his permanent baby

Gap Year

“Still, Mrs. Dean? But I’m 19 now,” Brian asked, frustration evident in his voice. He already knew the answer, but he had to ask.

“How long have you boys been friends now? I think you know by now that Tim’s situation isn’t going to be changing.” She fluffed out a large white diaper and laid it on the bed. “And neither are the rules.”

The diapers had grown larger over the years that Brian and Tim had been friends, but little else had changed, including the rule that both boys would be diapered for sleepovers. It had started as a way to make Tim feel better at their very first sleepover. Unfortunately for Brian, it had worked.

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ABDL Punishments

Last post, I posted a list of rules which my daddy/boyfriend gave me when I moved in, here are a list of punishments which will happen if I break any of the rules.

1. Spanking - You will be spanked however many times I choose, with whatever I choose. This may be a spanking on your bare bottom, or maybe onto your messy diaper.

2. Enema - You will be given an enema (around 1.5 quarts) from the enema bag, then thickly diapers up and made to hold the enema for aslong as I say. If you can’t and decided to release the enema into your diaper, then you won’t be changed for a long time.

3. Suppository - Similar to the enema, you will be given a suppository and then thickly diapered. We (daddy and I) will then go grocery shopping or to the movies so I can watch your face as you desperately try not to mess your diaper and then see the embarrassment on your face as you have to walk/waddle around with a great big messy diaper in public.

4. Chastity - If you have been very bad, you will be placed in your chastity belt/cock cage for as long as I say.

5. Locking pants - Although the pants are used on many occasions to stop you changing your own diaper when I leave the house, they will be used as punishments on rare occasions. Considering I am away from home some weekends with work, you will be thickly diapers, then you will be locked in plastic pants and I will take the key away with me. When I return 2 days later, I might decide to unlock them, depending if I can cope with the smell.

6. Humiliation - We will go out in public and you will be wearing shorts which clearly expose your diapered state. We will them go out to the pharmacy where we will buy some new diapers for you. You will then have to ask the person behind the counter if there is anywhere for you to try them on.

There are a few more punishments which I have had, however I am not going to post them on here. Thanks for stopping by;

- Jack ABDL