I've added the options "diapered for a week" and "diapered for a month" to my throne! If you would like to keep me in pamps, you can select either of these and I'll post daily pics as well as allow followers to prompt me for "diaper checks"!
Strapping your tiny onto the changing table, you tell them to look away while you prepare a surprise. They feel pressure as you insert a toy in them. Finishing up you tell them to stand, but every time they do they fall to their knees from the strong vibrations. Poor poor baby.
Alright, baby. Since you want to mess with your diaper so much, I'm locking it up behind plastic pants. If you dare mess with that, it will become a bodysuit I can lock. With each act of disobedience, I will add more until you're completely immobile. Is that what you want?
Imaging waking up to the gentle warmth of the sun on your face. Wiping your eyes through mittens, you adjust your body and feel the soft cushion of padding between your legs. Looking around you see all of the things in your personalized nursery behind the bars of your crib.
Chained to the bed frame, laying on the floor in a mass of blankets and pillows. Your Cg has already woken and you can smell breakfast being prepared. Your only option is to wait patiently for your morning change, like a good little diaper dependent pet.
Isn't it nice to not have to worry about the nasty potty? I mean, lots of people use public restrooms and you? You have your diaper all to yourself and it goes wherever you do! It's a wonder why you would ever want to go back.
I'm getting an influx of new followers, and I just want you all to know that you're all babies. You belong on the floor crawling, filling your diapers and emptying your thoughts. A caregiver will be assigned to you shortly.
Oh come on. I don't want to hear any more about you disliking the outfit I've picked out for you, I think you look prescious! The pink frilly dress that does nothing to hide your diaper, the kitty paw shaped mittens and booties, the oversized paci. You're wearing all of it, dear.
Here's your bottle, baby. I made sure to put Mommy's special milk you like so much. Never mind the fuzzy thoughts or relaxed muscles. That's just the physical manifestation of my love for you! Drink up, we have to get you to daycare soon.
Telling your little that you have chores to run, and that they need to come with you. Getting them ready in an adorable, yet inconspicuous outfit (yes, diaper included). While they're expecting a boring day of mundane tasks, you're actually taking them to the zoo, amusement parks
My sub is so hopeless. She says she's smart and tries her best to stay dry but.. she's really just my stupid little piss baby. No matter what she does or says, there isn't a single worth while thought behind those eyes as she babbles uncontrollably.
You thought it would stop at being diapered, but you were wrong. No, no. This person would go on to restrict everything that makes you "adult." Stripping you of your ability to take care of yourself and be solely reliant on them. As they dress you in embarrassing baby outfits,
Look here, sugar. Mommy's padded because she wants to relax and can't be bothered to use the restroom while she plays with you. *You're* padded because little babies like you need the protection!
You summoned a demon in hopes of making a deal with them for your soul. All you wanted was to be rid of worry or care, no more adult responsibilities. What you didn’t realize was the demon would strip you of your intelligence and potty training, rendering you an adult sized baby.
No no, sweetheart. You're not going to work ever again. You get to stay home and be a baby all day long while I work for the both of us. Though since babies can't be trusted on their own, I've gotten you a babysitter for when I'm away! 🥰
Okay, so when I seriously drink as much water as I should I have to go to the bathroom every 15-20 minutes and it's so inconvenient. Like I almost feel like it'd be easier to be padded all the time than find and go to the bathroom wherever I am.
A Cg that takes you over to their friend's place who knows about your little side. They dress and pad you up, then proceed to coo at you in a language you don't understand for the entirety of the night. ❤️
You struggle against your restraints in the trunk of my car. Paci gagged, mitts, booties, onesie and sodden diaper are the only things you're wearing as I drive you to your new loving home and parents. I doubt they'll let you wear big clothes ever again.
Great news! An adult child development center has just opened, and your name was picked to enroll in the course! You might be asking what this means. Well, someone in your life has elected you as a participant in our state of the art nursery.
No, because the thing is.. You've told me everything you're into. Ever perverted little fantasy, every dark thought that crossed that pretty little padded bum of yours. So, with that in mind, we're going to have some fun fulfilling every. single. fantasy. Hope you enjoy ^-^
The line between your adulthood and regressing you to the point of having difficulty stringing words together or being potty trained is about as thick as a piece of yarn. What happens if we just cut it, hmm? No going back, no returning. Only babbling baby bliss forever.
Your partner turns the mirror in their hands to face you, evil delight in their eyes. Your reflection looks foreign, like... a baby? When your witchy partner told you they'd take care of you and your stress, you didn't think they'd turn you into a toddler!
As your significant other hands you a mountain of paperwork for closing on the new house, you carelessly sign away. They giggle, kiss you on the cheek, thank you and walk away. That night, they tell you to head to bed without them as they'd be up late and didn't want to disturb
You lay in your crib at the corner of Mommy's room, right where she left you before she went on a date. Restrained, gagged and padded with a vibrator affixed to the front of your diaper that's intensity is *just* low enough that you'll never achieve release. There's hypno playing
You say you're a big, but you sure do fill your diapers like a baby. You say you're an adult but you love feeling like a little baby, don't you? It's okay hon there's no need to fret. You don't have to deny it anymore, just let the *real* adults take care of you.
You used to be so proud, so adamant that you'd never willingly use your diaper. You said you were an adult and that you'd never act like a baby. Look at you now: kneeling before me, soaked and messed diaper, as I sit on the couch. Your frustrated babbling so adorable
Slowly trading out and getting rid of your little's adult things for more babyish items and articles of clothing to ease them into permanent regression. By the time they realize what's going on, it'll be entirely too late.
Combing my fingers through your hair as you lay on top of me, I kiss you on the head and graze my fingers along your back. Tracing a heart back and forth for some time, embracing you snugly. Providing you with my warmth while we watch your favorite movie for the umpteenth time
You know, I was going to have you just be a padded maid. Have you clean and occasionally partake in some more *adult* fun.. but you just don't strike me as big enough for any of that. No, you're best suited as an adorable chaste little baby on display aren't you?
As your mind slowly shifts from its hazy and clouded state, your eyes adjust as your conscious mind takes control once more. In front of you, a large mirror displays... well, you. Though you’re not dressed as prim and proper as you typically are.
You know, I don't even think I can trust you to be a padded maid. I think you'd be far better suited to be a pampered pet! How does that sound? I'm sure a tail plug under that diaper would look prescious.
Palworld but my base is just full of my followers. The ones that listen the most get all of the freedoms, whereas the brats go through mental reconditioning and regression. How long do you think you'd hold out when even other babies are treating you like an infant?
It's always "hey how're you?"
And never
"I'm going to rail you until you can't speak properly, just a babbling mess leaking with my seed. Then I'm going to put you in a diaper and treat you like my dumb little princess"
My little, curled up against me in the early hours of morning. Fast asleep, I gently lay her across my lap and caress her soaked overnight diaper. I then carefully guide my teat into her mouth and let her mindlessly suckle. Running fingers through her hair I whisper "good girl."
That's it, my gorgeous little pet. Grind on my leg as you listen to my words of praise. The sensation of soft, wet and warm padding surrounding your crotch as you go back and forth like the needy little thing you are. Mommy's adorable diaper brained cutie~
Want to rent out a water park for bigs and littles to use for a day or two. Just imagine all the littles with bright smiling faces running around tugging at their bigs to go on the slides, dressed up in their little swimsuits, water wings and swim diapers. I swear, it'd be such a
I knew it was real when I wet my partner's bed 3 months into dating and they just ran me a bath, swapped the sheets and told me everything would be okay.
Istfg I'm not letting anyone baby me anymore. People like to come around, fuck around with a new toy for a little and dip out like it's nothing. I'm so fucking over it.
Waking up in your swollen night time diaper, a nice soft onesie, and paci bobbing peacefully in your mouth. Rubbing your eyes and looking around for your Cg, only to realize that they're not there in bed where you last saw them. Climbing down to the floor and crawling through the
Looking into your eyes, I see something magnificent. I see a person doing their absolute best whenever possible despite their bad days. I see someone with a desire to be safe and cared for. More than anything, I see someone worth loving. Someone worth sticking around for.
Caregiver, frustrated and done with the day after work. Trudging through the door and plopping into bed.
Baby toddles into the room holding their favorite stuffie, placing it onto their Cg's chest in an attempt to make them feel better. Snuggling up next to them offering kisses.
As you start to make noise your cg comes through the door, they noticed you were awake through the monitor on your shelves. They come greet you with a warm smile, a kiss on the forehead and lift you up.
Descriptive scenarios are so addictive. A scene that cannot be performed in person (yet), but vividly played out in the mind guided by words so eloquently put is intoxicating. I crave it more and more as the days go by, insatiably ravenous for the feelings another can provide me.
Imagine coming home to me after a long day of work. I notice you seem so very stressed and tired. I take the initiative to come and pick you up and ask, "Is my baby cutie all exhausted from playing pretend being an adult all day?" I take you to your crib and-
the movies, arcade, aquarium and all sorts of fun things. As their bored expression becomes that of excitement when you pull up to their favorite places to go and be little.
Now now little baby. We've been over this, haven't we? No back talking Mommy, right? Do you know what the punishment is for little babies who can't watch their tongues when speaking to their Mommy like that? That's right! A gag. I know you'd probably enjoy a paci gag but I really
This is the part where you try to tell me how much of a "big" you are and that you don't need diapers, then I look you up and down and point to the one hugging your waist and point out the fact that you've just been babbling for quite some time. Headpats and kisses 😘
Honey… listen to me, okay? No one cares how you’re dressed. No one even sees you as an adult anymore. When anyone looks at you all they see is an itty bitty baby who needs their diapers, bottles, pacis, mittens, stuffies and loving Mommy to take care of them..
A machine that breaks down targeted neurons and processes them into a complex protein able to be passed through the bladder/intestines resulting in your adult thoughts being pushed out into your diaper.
Dude, being a brat is such a fucking curse. Like, yes! I would absolutely love to follow the directions given, but I have this stupid internal drive to defy and preserve my own pride. I need: reconditioning.