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letsbebabies · 2 days
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New favourite onesie 🥺
@onesiesdownunder 🌸🐝
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frdiaprgirls · 2 days
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« RrrawwRzZRrrr »
Deep conversation between Charlotte and her stuffed dino... 🦖🦕
Dragoonz diaper by @lngu-abdl
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sunnywittledayss · 5 hours
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They fit so seamlessly, I guess I just belong in diapers
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regressionschool · 22 hours
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The Success Story
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To you, this picture might not seem anything out of the ordinary—a cute girl proudly showing off her adorable diapered behind. Fairly classic, right? But let me tell you, this is a very special picture indeed. It's not just about a girl in diapers; it's about dedication, hard work, and, most importantly, self-acceptance and truth. This picture captures a milestone moment in Amie's life—her 1500th day of diapers, 24/7. Can you believe it? That's right, she's officially, unequivocally unpotty-trained.
Just think about it for a moment. 1500 days of diapers. That's commitment right there! It's not easy, you know? It takes determination, courage, and a whole lot of self-love to embrace who you are, fully and unapologetically. And Amie? Well, she's rocking her Pampers like a champ.
Sure, some might raise their eyebrows or pass judgment, but who cares? Amie knows who she is, and she's not afraid to show it. And you know what? That's something to celebrate.
So here's to Amie and her 1500 days of full diapers! May she continue to embrace her true self, unashamed and unstoppable. And to anyone out there struggling with self-acceptance, take a page out of Amie's book—embrace who you are, flaws and all, because that's what makes us truly beautiful.
featuring the aptly named @unpottytrained
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abdlwivesclub · 2 days
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Uh oh do you think she’s wet?
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babywriter · 10 hours
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It was surprising how little shame Jenny felt from hanging around the living room in just a diaper. She would play all day with a somewhat vacant look in her eyes. Swinging her Wii remote all over the place and rarely having much success in whatever game she was playing. Then, at some point, Daddy would have to check her diaper and make her stop playing. Because, of course, it was full nearly to the point of leaking.
“Jenny. Didn’t you think of going to the bathroom?” he would say.
And Jenny, mouth slightly open, wouldn’t say anything.
“Come on, let’s get you changed.” Daddy would eventually say.
To which Jenny would finally seem responsive. Every single time, she would stomp her feet and cry till she was red in the face from the absolute anger of being forced to not play for about five minutes. 
“NO, I WANNA PLAY!” she would scream while forcefully resisting any attempt from Daddy to drag her away. She would scream, scratch and cry. Very often, she would do so until she had an accident. As if her emotional release needed a physical one as well. Sometimes she would leak, sometimes not. But always, this accident seemed to calm her and allow Daddy to finally carry her away for a diaper change. Sometimes sobbing, sometimes already back to her vacant look.
Photo credit: Dolly from DiaperedOnline
For more stories by me: https://reamstories.com/babywriter
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babienana · 2 days
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Buuuuuut daddy, I want to go out and play! :(
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Would you make a video of the princess pull ups review?
Totally!! It’s funny you asked, I actually just filmed it and it’s in the editing process 🎬💕 so you can look forward to seeing it soon! ☺️
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regressionschool · 3 days
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What’s that stinky smell?
As Daddy swung open the nursery door with a playful grin, a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. His nose crinkled at the familiar scent wafting through the air, and he couldn't resist teasing, "What's that stinky smell?" You felt a warm flush creeping up your cheeks as you squirmed ever so slightly, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "I dunno," you murmured softly, trying to conceal your embarrassment.
Undeterred, Daddy took another exaggerated sniff, his expression feigning exaggerated disgust. "Could it be Sir Lancelot?" he pondered aloud, his voice laced with playful suspicion. "After all, he hasn't had a bath in a while. Maybe he's the little stinker!" With a giggle, you obediently crawled over to where Sir Lancelot lay. As you reached your beloved teddy bear, you carefully lifted him to your nose, and cautiously sniffed.
To your relief, Sir Lancelot smelled just as sweet as ever, his soft fur offering no evidence of the mysterious scent that had filled the room. With a shake of your head, you turned back to Daddy. "Nope, Sir Lancelot smells just fine," you confirmed, your voice tinged with amusement. Daddy's brows furrowed in mock concern as he responded with a pensive "Hmm," his eyes twinkling with mischief.
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Then, with a mischievous grin spreading across his face, Daddy teased, "Well, if it's not Sir Lancelot, what else could it be? Perhaps my little princess's feet?“
You're still on all fours from crawling, attempting to sniff your feet, but you can't quite reach them. With a frustrated sigh, you plop down on your diapered bum, feeling the mess squish against you. Determined, you grab one foot and pull it towards your face, taking a deep whiff.
To your relief, your feet smell just as they should—fresh and clean. But then, an idea pops into your head. Maybe it's not your feet after all, but your diaper! Daddy lets out a hearty laugh at your deduction and nods, saying, "That's a possibility, little one."
With a mischievous grin, Daddy scoops you up into his arms, his hand gently supporting your messy diapered bottom as he carries you over to the changing table. You giggle as you're lifted, feeling a sense of excitement mixed with a hint of embarrassment about what might be awaiting you on the changing table.
As Daddy sets you down on the changing mat, you wriggle slightly, feeling the squishy mess between your legs. You look up at Daddy with a playful expression, "Uh oh, looks like someone's been a messy little one!" you say, trying to lighten the mood.
Daddy chuckles softly and nods, reaching for the supplies he needs to change your diaper. With gentle hands, he begins to unfasten the tapes, exposing the contents of your soiled diaper. You blush at the sight, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation as Daddy gets to work cleaning you up.
Once the messy diaper is removed, Daddy grabs a pack of baby wipes and starts to gently clean your bottom, his touch both soothing and ticklish at the same time. You squirm and giggle as he wipes away the mess, feeling a sense of relief as the fresh wipes leave your skin feeling clean and dry.
Finally, with a fresh diaper unfolded and ready to go, Daddy lifts your legs and slides it underneath you, expertly fastening the tapes snugly in place. You sigh contentedly as the soft padding of the new diaper envelops you, feeling safe and secure in Daddy's care.
With the diaper change complete, Daddy gives you a playful pat on the bottom and lifts you back into his arms, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "All clean, little one," he says with a smile, his eyes warm and reassuring.
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lilsuccubunnie · 2 days
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