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Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups

You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable!  What are the expectations for littles?

Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!

Using your diaper (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do (you are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it).

It’s never an “accident” to use your diaper, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).

If you hold it and then go all at once, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault.

You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate).

If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and other needs) for you).

If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).

If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!

Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”.

You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)

Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).

You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.

Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers.  Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).

Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and and get put into a fresh pull-up.  Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then tape you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off.

If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.

I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!

No mommies or FINDOM!!

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The opportunity to enact my plan came unexpectedly one Friday evening after work. Vaughn was in the office gym, his usual post-work routine of lifting weights and showcasing his physique. I had prepared the serum in a small syringe hidden in my gym bag. As he finished his set and was stretching, I approached him with a friendly smile, holding a protein shake in one hand.

"Hey Vaughn, I made this new protein shake recipe. Want to try it out? I think you'll love the results," I offered, feigning camaraderie. He looked at me, a bit surprised but intrigued, and nodded. As he took the shake from my hand, I quickly moved behind him, pretending to adjust the weights. In one swift motion, I plunged the needle into the side of his neck, the serum entering his bloodstream before he could react.

Vaughn's eyes widened in shock, his hand reaching for his neck, but it was too late. The serum worked fast, his body beginning to tremble as I stepped back, watching the process unfold. "Sorry, Vaughn," I whispered, "but I need this more than you do."

His body started to deflate, the muscles losing their definition as if the air was being let out of a balloon. His skin sagged, becoming loose and pliable, his once proud physique collapsing in on itself. Within minutes, what stood before me was not the muscular, confident Vaughn, but a hollow shell of his former self, his skin now a suit ready to be worn.

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As I reached his face, I paused, looking into the empty eyes of what was once Vaughn. "I had no idea what package you were hiding under those pants." I said to the empty shell, a smirk playing on my lips. I pulled the skin over my head, adjusting it around my features until I was looking through his eyes, feeling his beard on my chin.

Finally, I stood fully transformed, adjusting to the new muscles, the new face. "But now, it's mine. All of it. Your strength, your charm, and yes, even this body," I continued, speaking to my reflection as if he could hear me.

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And as I stepped away from the mirror, I felt no remorse, only anticipation for what was to come. "Welcome to your new life, Vaughn," I whispered, knowing full well that it was now mine.

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!

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I wish i'd come back one day at home to find the Big living room table setted into a live changing table. With big packs of diapers, a Big babyish diaper bag (the most possible with design and all), a big changing mat, all the lotions, creams, powders displayed on the side. I'd be stripped of my clothes and put back in Big thick diapers while i'd be told how i will "fill them like a good baby for mommy."But not before being a crying baby After she'd locked me in chastity and milked me dry while making sure i'm open and stretched to be a good baby and do my duty.

Then explaining me how regressed she wants me to be, she would dress me up in the baby doll outfit of her Dreams. Explaining me i have no choice anymore but what mommy decides for me. Promising me to mercilessly and forcefully be sure to make me as close as a baby than she can.

Then having my full first set of baby bottles, she'd have a full pleasure to detail my program: babyish food, 24/7 diaper treatment, chastity and to make sure i have a baby tiny thing milking me dry each day doing a combo stretching and lubing my baby bottom, early bedtimes, two full naps (morning/afternoon), and most of all giving her the pleasure that she needs without bothering her or i would have a good otk spanking.

Then, making me waddling and still crying to lose all control (but accepting it) she'd put me in my nursery (of her Dreams) and the most babyish infant cot ever seen. Lying me down and securing me to be sure i don't misbehave. She'd wish me a goodnight, cooing at me, but most of all wishing me a good time filling my diapers as my now main activity. Then explaining me the fun adult activities she'd have before to leave me here, being a full regressed baby for her. Knowing i'd be her living baby-doll.

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Twitter: @SirBertram1    Feeling your best friends Doc Marten boot weighing heavy on your chest as you looked up at him staring down at you. “And you’re going to be chill and not embarrass me in front of them anymore right?,” you hear him say as he shakes his foot on your chest. Half smiling but coming off as serious you reassure him that you’ll be cool and not embarrass him. He look’s down at you and is satisfied with your answer. “Good… now kiss my boot,” he responds lifting his boot up off your chest and hovering it just over your face.  You lift your face up and give his Doc Marten several kisses. He lowers his foot back to the floor and smirks down at you saying,”Since you did embarrass me today, I think you need to be punished by the feet.”  This has been a game you both have fallen into since you’ve known him. Your best friend having a bit of an alpha complex toward you and seem’s to get satisfaction in seeing you squirm under his stinky feet. You would plead with him at first when he’d start making you his foot slave, resisting his feet when he’d trying covering you with them. But over time grew to like the feeling of being under his feet, being his unspoken foot slave when he wanted. Your friend obviously picking up on this but still liked the little resistance you gave when he’d try and consume your face with them. Now him sitting on his bed with one boot on your shoulders keeping you down, he slipped off his other boot and sock. You grunted, turning your face from it. He lowered his bare foot down, up righting your face, so his whole under foot rested on top of it. “My feet have been baking inside my Doc’s for most of the day so the smell should be pretty bad. Right? Say you like it.”  You grunt and move your face against his sole as you inhale the hot stink of his bare foot. He get’s his other boot and sock off, now smothering you with both of them, rubbing their odor over your nose as you take deep inhales. “Say you like it,” he repeats, now making you sniff under his toes. You suck in a deep sniff and wheeze out,”Yes, I like it foot master.” Your friend continues making you inhale his feet for several more minutes,  before having you lick between each of his toes and dragging his soles across your tongue.