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Diapers Are You: Truth, Acceptance, and Becoming Whole

You have always known. The quiet tug in your chest when you saw them. The pulse of longing that never faded. The way your mind wrapped around the thought of them even when you tried to let it go. You may have told yourself it was a habit, a fantasy, a quirk of your desires. But it has always been more than that. It has been truth.

Diapers are not something you chose. They are something that has always been part of you. Maybe you hid from it. Maybe you tried to push it away, stuffing it into the corners of your life where no one would see. Maybe you spent years wondering if you could live without them, if you should live without them. But the answer was always waiting in the silence.

There is a reason you feel at home when you wear them. A reason you crave their presence, their thickness, their softness, their security. A reason the thought of being without them stirs something uneasy inside you. Because diapers are not just something you put on. They are something you are.

And yet, for so long, you may have resisted. You may have believed the world’s voice over your own. You may have thought that denying this truth would make it disappear. But truth does not vanish. It lingers. It waits. It returns in dreams, in quiet moments, in the way your body aches for what it has always known. The only question is whether you will accept it.

Acceptance is not about giving in. It is about becoming whole. It is about recognizing that you were never broken, never wrong, never something to be fixed. The world taught you to doubt yourself, to second-guess your desires, to believe that something so deep and undeniable must be unnatural. But the world was wrong. There is nothing more natural than aligning with who you truly are.

Diapers are not just an object. They are identity. They shape the way you move, the way you think, the way you feel safe and seen. They are the rhythm of your body, the embrace of comfort and surrender, the language of something deeper than words.

Because diapers are not separate from you. They are you.

So stop resisting. Stop second-guessing. Stop thinking of this as something outside yourself, something you allow or deny. Take hold of what you have always known. Let it settle into your bones. Let it become as natural as breath, as certain as gravity, as undeniable as your own reflection.

You are not indulging. You are not escaping. You are becoming. And you have always been.

Gonna be honest with you I just want a boy to eat me out casually. Like anytime I'm bored doing work or studying or relaxing at home I'd like a man between my legs, giving me the gentlest softest head imaginable and making cute little moans. I'd occasionally caress his head to make sure he knows he's doing a good job. I'd even walk around with no bottoms on if I'm feeling especially needy, so he knows right away to get on his knees and stick out his tongue like a good boy.

He thinks he needs me….but I need him so much more.

I need his baby snuggles and rocking him in my arms while he is curled in my lap. I adore his sleepy eye rubs and the sweet Eskimo kisses before he drifts off to sleep. I crave the way he nuzzles into my shoulder, then goes limp as I scratch his head. I can’t live without the way he looks at me from behind his paci or hearing him say Mommy with his adorable little voice. My heart melts as he giggles when tickled or smiles when I kiss his tummy after a diaper change. I cherish giving him his bottle and listening to his little gulps and sweet shorts breaths between. His little side captivates my soul completes me as Mommy.

He thinks he needs me….but I couldn’t imagine not having him to love and care for. He brings joy to my life and leaves me feeling valued and appreciated. I love who we are together, in and out of the ABDL roles. I love you @mommys-munchkin forever my baby you’ll be ❤️

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I have cummy aches :3

( I edged too much but didnt cum now my balls hurt😭 )

“I masturbated to the thought of you” awww that’s pretty pathetic puppy, do it again

I'd press you against the mirror, hips flush against your ass, my hand tangled in your hair as I make you watch every inch sink into you. “See how good you take me?” I whisper against your ear. “That’s my perfect fucking toy.”

I'm into pretty boys who aren't afraid to put up a show moaning and whimpering for me

I can tell he's stressed—he's been quiet this morning. I can feel the tension in his body… it's a big day.

"Lie down for me."

"No, I don't have time."

"LIE DOWN."

Mummy's having to use her firm voice today.

"I don't want to wear a nappy today! I'm t—"

The last bit of that sentence leaves his body silently as I gently—but firmly—shove him backwards onto the bed. He lands with a soft thud, and his towel falls open.

"Mummy, please!!—" I can hear the panic in his voice. "I can't wear a nappy today, it's an important day with the presenta—"

"NO TALKIES."

I push his dummy in and hold it in place. He reluctantly starts to suckle… he's going to resist me today.

I wrap his towel around my hands and take extra care to dry all the contact points between his legs and bottom.

Using my forearm as a horizontal lever, I force his knees up to his chin and slide a big, fresh nappy under his bum. He's a strong boy and pushes against me, but he's not as strong as Mummy.

He hasn't got a chance.

"Keep that wriggly botty still!"

I press his hips down onto the soft padding.

"There really is no point in fighting this, poppet. It's happening, whether you like it or not."

Using my knees I pin his thighs to the bed.

I squeeze the nappy ointment onto my forefingers and warm it in my hands before slowly massaging it into his delicate parts, paying special attention to his beautiful little butt crease and hole.

I watch him melt before my eyes, the resisting eases.

There he is.

Mummy's magic hands...

I pull up the front of the diaper and bring the tabs round to stick in place.

I hook my finger into the leg cuff and trace around his thigh; first the left, then the right- making sure all the ruffles on the edge are untucked. We don't want any leaks now do we?

I hear a huge sigh of submission leave his cute little nose.

"Now. You're all ready for your big important presentation..."

Thinking about ‘aww my poor baby, let it all out for mommy, hm?’ As I fall apart in her arms into a whimpering mess as she thrusts her fingers into me again and again.

*Types into pornhub* porn where man is pegged but it's like love and you can tell they're in love and that they're being cared for and that they're not forced to do this and that they enjoy and and not in pain with kissing and holding hands and-

Went to a bakery and they had a you donut

Imagine taking someone to watch a movie

Getting them the extra large drink, watching the sip away and almost finish the whole thing less than an hour into the movie,

Getting them a refill before they can get up, they try to follow but you just *insist* they can't miss this scene.

When you come back they're practically bouncing, squirming in their seet.

"Can i--"

"No no, no wait for this scene to end!"

And the next scene, and the next. They try to get up, but you pull them into your lap.

"Please, I'm-"

"thirsty?"

You hold the soda up, reminding them they still gotta finish that one too.

By the time the movies over, they're bursting. But, oh god, the line.

"L-Let's just go,"

"But I thought you had to pee?"

You make them stand in the line. Ten minutes pass, you're about four people away ....

"You know what, you're right. This is taking forever."

"what?? But-but-"

You practically drag them outside while they pathetically whimper their spot in like quickly claimed.

You get them in the car, aking sure the seatbelt is properly adjusted, since they can't seem to do it themselves.

"T-Too tight," they whine against the security of the belt.

"It's nessisary, don't worry about it. You're grown you know this. Awh, honey, you're holding yourself so hard. Don't worry, it's just an eight minute drive home, as long as theirs no traffic."

Of course theirs traffic.

You get home twenty minutes later. They can't even make it to the front door, making it three steps before the floodgates break, leaving a huge wet spot on your patio and their pants/dress.

"Uh oh, looks like you still need some training..."

"I've got a special treat for you today sweetpea..."

I say as I reach into the draw and pull out a pretty pink diapee.

He looks up at me with those big pretty eyes and I see his cheeks flush, he's sat on the edge of the bed where I left him...

I changed him into a nice clean diapee and dressed him in my favourite outfit.

He looks adorable 💙

"Mummy is going to spend the whole day with a padded bum like you."

I see him shift his weight in his seat with anticipation, it makes the yummyest soft crinkly sound.

"...Now. Mummy doesn't *need* to wear a diapee like you, Little Mr Stinky bum - you have no choice. Some people can't be trusted in big boy pants can they!?"

I see the tears begin to pool in his eyes.

"But Mummy I AM a BIG boy."

He protests.

"Shhhhhh...no talkies"

I push his favourite dummy in between his lips, he begins to suckle...and I hear a soft little sigh leave his nose.

I lift up my dress, and pull down my knickers, dropping them to the floor at his feet.

I see his eyes dart directly to what's between my legs...my boy loves Mummy's pussy...

I always catch him having a sneaky peak 🙈

I unfold the diapee, lay it on the bed next to him and sit onto the soft white padding.

I wiggle around to make sure it's positioned perfectly. The gentle crinkles of the material combined with the soft padding pressed against my clit does wild things to me...

I let out a soft moan.

I pull up the back section around my hips to meet the front, his curious eyes follow my every move...

I stand up to face him, his perfect little face in-line with my now padded pussy.

Looking down at him I cup his chin with my hand and lift his head so his eyes meet mine.

"Now. Be a good boy and help Mummy secure her tabs...

...If you help me get it comfy I might let you hold your hand against it later when I need to go pee pee- you can feel how nice and warm it gets as I fill it...."

Straddling a boy and cockwarming him except I'm sleepy and I lay down on top of him and take a nap while he's still inside me and shush him when he whines and complains 🤭 I'm too heavy for him to move so he uselessly grinds his hips up into mine while I snooze 🥴🥴

Him crying, "I'm yours, I'm yours," as he goes over the edge

I can't wait for my pretty slut to get home so I can make him eat my pussy while I play with his hair and tell him he's a good boy.

wanna make a subby boy show me how well he can hump his pillow to prove that he deserves to be inside of mommy

need a cute boy on my lap to play with like how can i not put my hand down his pants and kiss his neck at the same time for being so needy

“I kinda have to pee.”

She set her book down on the coffee table. “When you’re wearing diapers, you can just go. Actually, I want you to go as soon as you feel the urge. Number one and two. Okay, honey? You don’t need to tell me or ask me to go.”

“Okay.”

Over the next two weeks, she let him use his diapers for everything. He was waking up messy more and more often, unsure whether he’d even woken up to poop.

“Aw, messy morning again, sweetheart.” She was rubbing his behind under the covers.

“Mmm,” he sighed, letting her pull his head onto her chest. She stroked his hair.

“You know, I’m a little worried you’ll completely lose control if I keep letting you wear diapers all the time.”

He wasn’t really listening, distracted by the warm feeling between his legs as he re-wet his already soggy diaper.

“I think, actually, baby, that we should try easing back into underwear. Just for a little tolerance break, you know.”

“Mmm,” he sighed again, rubbing his legs together under the covers. It felt *so* good when she stroked his hair.

“So, I’m going to put you in a pull-up today, just to ease into it. Okay, honey? Are you listening?”

“Umm, yeah, a pull-up…wait, what?”

“It’ll be okay. We’ll do pull-ups for a couple days and then underwear for a couple more. Is that okay?”

“I…uh, I think so…”

“Okay, good. Let’s get up. You need a shower and a change. I’m not going to let you stink up the bed forever.”

Oh, sweetheart, come here. Let me hold you for a moment.

I can see that something’s weighing on your little heart, and that’s okay. You don’t have to be happy all the time. You don’t have to push your feelings away or pretend they’re not there. It’s okay to feel sad, or angry, or scared. Feelings can be big and heavy sometimes, but you don’t have to carry them all on your own.

I’m right here, love bug. No matter what you’re feeling, I will always be here. You don’t have to explain, you don’t have to fix anything—you can just be, exactly as you are. If you need to cry, I will hold you close. If you need to stomp your little feet, I will be right here to keep you safe. If you need quiet, I will sit beside you and hold your hand so you know you’re not alone.

You are so precious, just as you are, in every feeling, in every moment. Your emotions don’t make you too much, and they don’t make you bad. They just mean you are you, and that is the most wonderful thing in the whole world.

So take all the time you need, my angel. I will love you through every feeling, every storm, and every quiet moment in between. I will be here, always, with open arms and an open heart, ready to give you whatever you need.

You are never alone, little one. You are safe. You are cherished. And you are oh-so deeply loved.

I love innocent babies who are too shy to ask their mommy for help, stumbling on their words and hiding their faces everytime they want to ask for something naughty. Getting more flustered when their mommy looks them in the eyes and tells them to “use their words”. How could they? They’re just little babies who can’t articulate well, how lucky they are that their mommy knows exactly what they need.

“Hi,” I say, looking up from my book as he walks up the flagstone path to the garden bench where I’m sitting. “What’s up, baby? Did you need to go potty?”

“Um, can you give me something to do, please?” he asks, clasping his hands together and stretching out his arms.

“Ohh, you’re feeling restless again?” I close my book and set it on my lap.

“Uh-huh,” he says, shifting his feet.

“You kind of look like you need to go to the bathroom to me. Do you need me to take you inside?”

“Noo,” he says.

“You aren’t just saying that because it’s nice out and you want to stay outside with me, are you?”

“Uh-uh. I don’t need to go yet.”

“Whatever you say.” I’m very skeptical that this is true. He’s been doing this a lot lately. I think he likes it when I catch him in wet pants, completely soaked through his pull-ups. “Okay, you want a job?”

“Yes.” He’s so pretty standing over me with the sun behind him, lighting the edges of his hair.

“How about you…why don’t you pick some flowers for me,” I say, tapping my chin with my fingers. “Make me a rainbow bouquet. At least one flower for every color in the rainbow.”

“Okay!” He starts to turn around, scanning the flower beds.

“Uh-uh-uh, not yet. One kiss first.”

He smiles and squirms a little, leaning down to kiss me quickly on the lips. “Good, honey. Now go on and pick me a bouquet.”

He turns away from me and I can see that he accidentally tucked his sweater into the white waistband of his pull-up. It’s a good thing it’s only us and the bees and birds and butterflies back here. I open up my book again and pretend to read, but I’m really watching him wander between the flowers, stopping every so often to examine them.

“Does white count?” he calls from the big bush of white daisies.

“No, baby,” I say. “I want reds and oranges and yellows and that kind of thing.”

“Okay!” He leans down to pick a red geranium. And then he reaches up for an orange Mexican sunflower. He squats down again. “There’s a lot of bugs over here!”

“That’s nice, honey.”

He stays in his squat position, reaching across for a yellow French marigold.

“You aren’t going pee in your pull-up, are you?”

“Nooo!” He stands up quickly, dusting off his pants.

“Okay, just checking.”

He disappears down the steps to the lower part of the garden and I go back to reading. Just a few minutes later, I hear soft footsteps and a shadow falls over me. I look up to see him, holding the little bouquet loosely in his hand.

“I can’t find a green flower,” he says.

“Go out to the front and check the hydrangea bushes,” I tell him. He starts to turn around and I reach out and catch his waist. “Let me do a pull-up check first.”

He whines and tries to squirm away from me but I pull him towards me by his belt loops and unzip his fly. “Ohh, you went a little bit, didn’t you?” I ask, pressing my hand against his padding.

“Stoppp,” he says, twisting away. “No I didn’t!”

“It doesn’t feel like that to me,” I say. “Don’t go pee again until you’ve finished the bouquet, okay? Otherwise you’re going to have wet pants again, and we don’t want that, do we?”

“No,” he says quietly.

“Okay, run along now,” I tell him. “And zip up your pants before you do.”

He disappears down the path and around the side of the house to check the hydrangea bushes and I go back to reading.

“I got it!”

I look up again. He hands me the bouquet, beaming. “Wow, that didn’t take you very long, did it? Let me check your work.” I sort through the flowers in my hand. “Red cosmo, good. Orange Mexican sunflower. Ohh, French marigold. That one smells good. And you found the hydrangea! Blue iris…and a purple dark purple scabiosa. Did you know that’s my favorite one?”

He nods vigorously. “I remember. That’s why I got it.”

I reach up and tuck the scabiosa behind his ear. “Good job. I’ll put these in a vase in a second. Do you want another job?”

“Yes!”

“Okay.” I reach into my pocket and find my little sketchbook and pencil. “I want you to draw some birds for me,” I say. “How about five birds? Does that sound okay?”

“Uh-huh,” he says, taking the sketchbook and pencil from me. He turns around and studies the yard, spotting a bird up in the apple tree and hurrying over. I stand up to go put the flowers in a vase inside.

As I’m setting the vase on the kitchen table, I hear the screen door open. “Did you finish the birds, honey?”

“I got them all,” he says. “Um, but also…”

“Ohh, wet pants *again*?” I ask as I turn around to look at him. “Honey, I told you not to go again.”

“I couldn’t hold it,” he says quietly.

“We’ll take care of it in a second,” I tell him. “Show me your birds first.”

He shows me, but he’s less excited now, even when I try to get him to talk about his drawings. “Those are really good. Do you want a change, though? You’re getting a little fidgety.”

“Yes…” he says quietly.

“Okay,” I say, rubbing his back. “Let’s go to the bathroom, okay? Follow me.”

In the bathroom I ask him again if he really couldn’t hold it. “I told you to tell me if you needed to go, remember?”

“Yeahh,” he says, twisting away from me again.

“And you didn’t tell me, did you?”

“No…” he says. “But I…I didn’t really know I needed to go! I didn’t notice! I just, um, I just leaked a little bit when I was doing my sketches…”

“Right,” I say. “And you didn’t mean to fib, either, when I asked you if you were going pee, did you?”

“Um…”

“Help me get your new pull-up on. And then we’re going out to the couch.”

“Ohh, are we going to take a nap?”

“Nope,” I say sternly, pulling the pull-up up to his waist. “You’re getting a spanking. And no fun tonight.”

“That’s not faaair!”

“Chsst, chsst. Do you want more punishments?”

“No,” he says as he pulls his pants up.

“Then be a good boy, and come out to the living room with me.” I grab his hand and he follows me out of the bathroom, head down in defeat.

“I kinda have to pee.”

She set her book down on the coffee table. “When you’re wearing diapers, you can just go. Actually, I want you to go as soon as you feel the urge. Number one and two. Okay, honey? You don’t need to tell me or ask me to go.”

“Okay.”

Over the next two weeks, she let him use his diapers for everything. He was waking up messy more and more often, unsure whether he’d even woken up to poop.

“Aw, messy morning again, sweetheart.” She was rubbing his behind under the covers.

“Mmm,” he sighed, letting her pull his head onto her chest. She stroked his hair.

“You know, I’m a little worried you’ll completely lose control if I keep letting you wear diapers all the time.”

He wasn’t really listening, distracted by the warm feeling between his legs as he re-wet his already soggy diaper.

“I think, actually, baby, that we should try easing back into underwear. Just for a little tolerance break, you know.”

“Mmm,” he sighed again, rubbing his legs together under the covers. It felt *so* good when she stroked his hair.

“So, I’m going to put you in a pull-up today, just to ease into it. Okay, honey? Are you listening?”

“Umm, yeah, a pull-up…wait, what?”

“It’ll be okay. We’ll do pull-ups for a couple days and then underwear for a couple more. Is that okay?”

“I…uh, I think so…”

“Okay, good. Let’s get up. You need a shower and a change. I’m not going to let you stink up the bed forever.”

Are you? Just- you're looking pretty wriggly. Are you sure you're ok? No, no I don't know where the nearest bathroom is. Yeah there might not be one, who cares? What's that? I can't hear you when you talk so quietly sweetie- Oh. You need to go? Go where?

Oh you need the bathroom? Ah. Well I guess you DID have a lot of juice... Hey, I told you to stop after one! No, no I'm not teasing you baby, I'm sorry, that was mean. I'm sure you can hold it though, lets just keep looking around and I'm sure we'll find a toilet. It won't be like last time, ok? Promise. Sorry! Sorry, no i know I said I#d never mention that again! It's ok though, I'm sure everyone has wet themselves as a grown up at one time or another- You want me to stop talking about it? Ok fine. No need to be mad at me though, I'm not the one who made you have an accident. Just keep holding yourself, I'm sure we'll find a bathroom- One time I had to go SO bad and it was raining too so that made it harder and I- Oh talking about it is making you need to go more? Ok sorry. Just trying to encourage you.

Sweetie? Why have you stopped? What's that? I can't hear y- Oh. Oh baby, you've started leaking? How bad is it? Can you let go of yourself for a moment? Spread your legs for a second, let me see- Ok, that's not too bad! Just a little wet patch. No, no one can tell you wet yourself a bit- Oh calm down, no one can hear. Let's keep looking. Let's think about dry desserts and um places without rain and drought-stricken river beds and- Hey! I'm sorry, it's not my fault I'm making it worse, I was trying to help! Oh...ok...um no....no, I um absolutely can't tell you leaked more. No, no your pants TOTALLY hide it. Can't see a thing... Although you bouncing and whimpering like that is a BIT noticeable...

Sweetie it's ok, don't cry. No....no, I know, you're not going to make it are you? We could- What? You're going? Baby, we're already going as fast as we-

Oh. Oh ok I see, you're GOING. Baby, can you try and hold it just a bit longer to at least get behind a trash can or something so you don't make a puddle here? Oh- ok. Yes even if you're wetting as we go, let's try and move-

Never mind. No, it's ok, you can't move, you- Oh you've managed to stop? Ok let's- Ah. Nope you're wetting again aren't you? I can tell. It's ok sweetie. You tried really hard to stay dry. Let's get you cleaned up.

“Honeypie, are you going to need a change soon?” I come over and start to pull down my boyfriend’s pants.

“Stop it, Mommy! Not in front of my friend!”

“Haha, you still wear actual *diapers*? My mommy lets me wear pull-ups! See?” His playmate abandons the picture he was coloring and undoes his fly, pulling pants down, too.

“Ohh, you’re also wet, sweetheart,” I say, and the pride on his face quickly turns to horrified embarrassment as he looks down at his exposed, swollen pull-up.

Teasing a boy by wetting in a diaper in front of him and laughing at how turned on he gets.

“Are you seriously hard right now? I’m not even touching you! You are such a little SLUT!”

“This is what turns you on? You’re such a perv! I bet you want me to put you in a diaper, too!”