![[DD] Boards & Chat](https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/uploads/monthly_2021_11/DDweb-02.png.0c06f38ea7c6e581d61ce22dffdea106.png)
Mommies and Daddies
For the grown-ups to discuss ABDL topics. No babies unless you're looking for a 'pankin!
322 topics in this forum
-
- 3 replies
- 7.5k views
-
- 0 replies
- 10k views
-
- 4 replies
- 389 views
-
- 1 reply
- 144 views
-
- 3 replies
- 1.3k views
-
- Guest
-
- 4 replies
- 767 views
-
- Guest
-
- 19 replies
- 3.4k views
-
- 0 replies
- 132 views
-
- 0 replies
- 139 views
-
- 2 replies
- 235 views
-
- 11 replies
- 2.1k views
-
- 2 replies
- 777 views
-
- 23 replies
- 40.8k views
-
- 7 replies
- 2.3k views
-
- 3 replies
- 481 views
-
- 1 reply
- 564 views
-
- 4 replies
- 2.2k views
-
- 6 replies
- 2.3k views
-
- 23 replies
- 5.6k views
-
- 3 replies
- 838 views
-
- 5 replies
- 669 views
-
- 4 replies
- 1.1k views
-
- 3 replies
- 698 views
-
- 4 replies
- 1.8k views
-
- 5 replies
- 1.7k views
.thumb.jpg.b7829887217ecda9275fe0828c77126f.jpg)
-
-
Posts
-
By HoustonJLN · Posted
Howdy y'all. For those that are diapered 24/7, and it doesn't matter what gender you are now: Do you prefer to wear a nice skirt or dress over pants or shorts because of diaper access, like checking to see if you're full, changing your diaper, or the breeze you get over your diaper, OR because of no diaper bulge or chafing that you get with wearing pants and shorts? -
By Meeseeks88 · Posted
15) A New Home When I woke up the next day, my head was spinning. My mother had returned home and left me here with Lana and Sophie. As I looked around, even the crib bars felt like a prison again. I didn’t want to be a baby anymore. I wanted to go home. No matter how much I wanted it, I feared that I was stuck here for another week. I sat up in the crib and realised that I needed to pee. However, this time was going to be different. I was going to prove to Lana that I wasn’t a baby and didn’t need diapers, so I decided to hold my bladder for the time being. The embarrassing thing was that I couldn’t go anywhere until Lana came in and let me out of the crib. Thankfully, it didn’t take too long before the bedroom door opened and Lana walked in. ‘Morning Tommy’, she smiled, ‘how did you sleep?’ ‘Not great, I mumbled, ‘I don’t want to sleep in a crib’. ‘Ooh dear, someone sounds a bit cranky this morning’, she said and took down the side of the crib, ‘is your diaper wet?’ ‘No, I’m not wet’, I replied bluntly and got out of the crib. ‘I’m not sure I like your attitude this morning’, said Lana, ‘maybe you need your pacifier’. ‘I don’t need my pac…mmmph’, I tried to talk but Lana pushed the nipple of the pacifier into my mouth. I started sucking on it reluctantly as she held onto my hand and led me downstairs in just my diaper. As we walked into the kitchen, Sophie was doing some colouring at the table. She was more than used to seeing the ‘big baby’ walking around the house and didn’t bother to even look at me. ‘In you get’, Lana said as she stood me in front of the highchair. I groaned behind my pacifier and got into the highchair. As she locked the tray into place, I was filled with regret about getting myself back into this position and the thought of another week as a baby felt daunting. Lana came over and put a bottle of juice onto the highchair tray along with a bowl of oatmeal. ‘Why do I have this?’ I asked as I took out my pacifier. ‘It’s healthy for you’, Lana replied whilst tying a bib around my neck. ‘I don’t want oatmeal’, I complained, ‘I want cereal’. ‘Well, you’re living in my house now, so you’ll eat what you’re given’, Lana replied sternly. For the first time, I was starting to see a slightly sterner side to Lana and felt a bit confused as to what was happening. Lana came back over with a spoon. However, as I tried to grab it, she patted my hands away. ‘It’s alright’, she smiled, ‘I can feed you’. ‘I can feed myself’, I argued. ‘Not anymore’, she replied, ‘things are going to change around here’. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked nervously. ‘We gave you the chance to grow up but instead you decided to suck your thumb and pee your pants all over the house’, Lana replied. ‘I said I was sorry’, I apologised. ‘Sorry isn’t good enough’, she replied, ‘if you want to act like a baby then that’s exactly how I’m going to treat you’. ‘This isn’t fair’, I cried. ‘Maybe after spending another week here, you’ll learn to act your age’, she replied, ‘now stop fussing, it’s time for Auntie Lana to feed baby Tommy’. With that, she scooped up a big spoonful of oatmeal and put it straight into my mouth. I had no other option but to swallow it. It didn’t taste bad but I would have preferred a bowl of cereal. After eating another spoonful, the pressure in my bladder began to make me feel uncomfortable. ‘Lana, I need to…mmmph’, I once again couldn’t speak as another spoonful of oatmeal entered my mouth. ‘Don’t talk sweetheart, just eat your oatmeal like a good baby’, she smiled, ‘and it’s ‘Auntie Lana’ from now on, understood?’ I nodded my head with my mouth full of oatmeal. After I had finally eaten it all, Lana instructed me to drink my bottle of juice. ‘Auntie Lana’, I said nervously, ‘I need to pee’. ‘Drink your juice sweetheart’, she replied and completely ignored my last sentence. I reluctantly started sucking on my baby bottle and washed down my oatmeal with juice. As I continued to drink the juice, the pressure in my bladder became unbearable. I couldn’t even move around in the highchair due to the straps keeping me in place. It didn’t take long before I lost the battle and started wetting myself. Although it felt better to be peeing in a diaper again, I felt pathetic that I hadn’t been able to control my bladder. I sobbed slightly as I finished my juice. ‘Lana’, I said as I put down my bottle, ‘I’ve wet myself’. ‘What did you call me?’ Lana asked. ‘Sorry…I meant…um…Auntie Lana’, I blushed. She smiled and came over to me. ‘Does baby Tommy need his diaper changing?’ she cooed. ‘Yes, Auntie Lana’, I replied. ‘Okay sweetheart’, she cooed, ‘let’s go and change that soggy diaper and then you can watch Dora the Explorer for a bit’. I got out of the highchair and held onto Lana’s hand as she took me upstairs. It was going to be a long day. - As we entered the bedroom, I was told to lay down in the crib. Lana brought over the changing supplies and started to undo my diaper. I felt slightly awkward as Lana had never seen me naked before. My mother had diapered me the previous night and Lana had never been present at any of my other changes before. I didn’t have much time to feel embarrassed as Lana immediately opened up my wet diaper and got to work on cleaning me up. ‘I know it might seem a bit harsh’, Lana said, ‘but after being babied for a week, you’ll soon want to grow up and be ready to turn fifteen next week’. ‘I’ve learned my lesson’, I begged, ‘please Lana, I don’t want to do this for a whole week’. I quickly received a hard smack on my bottom which made me yelp. ‘It’s Auntie Lana to you’, she said firmly, ‘this is happening whether you like it or not and so I don’t want to hear any more about it’. With that, she placed a pacifier into my mouth and slid a clean diaper underneath me. I sucked anxiously on my pacifier and worried about the week ahead. Lana applied a generous amount of baby powder onto my crotch before taping on the fresh diaper. I noticed that the diaper felt much tighter and snug than when my mother had diapered me. I guessed that Lana had experience recently with Sophie. After she was finished, Lana stood me up and we went back downstairs. Once again, I was denied any clothes and knew that I would have to get used to walking around the house in just my diaper like a real baby. When we got downstairs, Lana instructed me to sit on the carpet. I looked at her slightly puzzled. ‘You can sit on the carpet’, she said, ‘I don’t trust you to sit on the sofa after your little accident’. I wanted to complain but the pacifier in my mouth made sure that I remained quiet. I actually found it quite comforting considering my current situation. Lana came over and started flicking through the TV channels. ‘Let’s see if we can find your favourite’, Lana smiled. I rolled my eyes as she pulled up a playlist of Dora the Explorer episodes. As it began playing, Sophie came in and sat down next to me. ‘I’ll leave you guys to have fun’, said Lana and walked into the kitchen to tidy up the breakfast pots. I hated the fact that I was sitting on the floor sucking on a pacifier in nothing but a diaper whilst watching Dora the Explorer. - I usually spent most of my Sundays playing my video games and eating snacks but this particular Sunday had been very different. I had spent my day watching cartoons, drinking bottles of juice and receiving diaper changes. I was starting to miss my teenage life more than I realised. After another awkward feeding in the highchair, Lana announced that it was time for my bath. I very rarely had a bath and would usually shower. There wasn’t much time to negotiate as I was taken into the bathroom. Sophie went into Lana’s bedroom to watch TV. I felt embarrassed that I was having a bath before she was. Lana filled up the tub with warm water and made sure to add plenty of Sophie’s bubble bath. After my diaper was removed, I was asked to get into the tub. As I did, Lana picked up a wash cloth from the side. I tried to take it from her but once again my hand was patted away. ‘It’s alright’, she smiled, ‘Auntie Lana can wash the baby’. I could have argued back, but by this point, I knew that it was pointless. I awkwardly sat there whilst Lana rinsed the warm water over my body before cleaning me with the wash cloth. She was very thorough and made sure that every part of my body was cleaned. I stared at the wall and tried to block it out. After my bath, Lana guided me me out of the tub and helped me to dry myself off. We made our way into the bedroom. As my towel was removed, I knew the routine and laid down in the crib. However, as I looked up, I noticed something different. It looked like there were fluffy stars dangling above me. I wiped my eyes before realising that I wasn’t seeing things. ‘Do you like it?’ Lana asked, ‘it’s Sophie’s old crib mobile’. ‘Why have you put it on the crib?’ I asked back. ‘You said earlier that you hadn’t slept well in the crib’, Lana replied, ‘I thought this might help’. I sighed and didn’t bother arguing. As Lana started to diaper me for the night, Sophie walked in. ‘Mommy?’ she asked, ‘bath time?’ ‘I’ll be with you in a minute sweetie’, Lana smiled, ‘I’m just putting the baby to bed’. Sophie ran into the other room. I hated the fact that I was being put to bed before an actual toddler. Just as Lana tucked me in, Sophie returned holding a teddy bear. ‘What have you got there?’ Lana asked. ‘Teddy’, Sophie replied gleefully, ‘for baby’. ‘Aw, that’s so sweet, thank you Sophie’, said Lana. With that, Lana took the teddy bear and placed it next to me before putting my pacifier into my mouth. She raised up the side of the crib and locked it into place. I watched as Lana wound up the crib mobile and suddenly the stars started to rotate as lullabies began filling the room. ‘See you in the morning’, Lana said, ‘we’ve got a busy day tomorrow’. I looked at her confused. ‘We’re all going to preschool’, Lana giggled. I spat my pacifier out, ‘preschool?’ ‘Yes, Sophie is going back to preschool tomorrow’, explained Lana, ‘I work there as well so you’ll be coming with us’. ‘I’m not going to preschool’, I blurted out. ‘Well, I’m not trusting you here on your own’, replied Lana, ‘besides, I’m sure you’ll fit right in’. She placed the pacifier back into my mouth and said goodnight. She then picked up Sophie and headed towards the door. As she turned out the light, Sophie looked back at me. ‘Night night baby’, she said. Lana closed the door and left me with nothing but the sounds of lullabies. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It sounded silly at my age, but I was dreading my first day at preschool. -
I giggled at the sight of my big boy, completely absorbed in his play, his overalls pooled around his ankles. I couldn't help but sigh as I loaded the grocery bags into the trunk, realizing that this wasn't going to be the most productive day after all. We were already running behind schedule thanks to Jake's diaper changes, and now I had to get him dressed again before we could finally leave. "What are you working on, Mr. Chef?" I asked playfully, crouching down to his level. I couldn't help but notice that he had clearly outgrown his baby diapers. As he eagerly launched into an explanation of his elaborate creation, most of which came out in an adorable jumble of half-formed words and excited babbling, I pulled his overalls back up. The front felt a little damp, probably from playing with water, but I decided it wasn't worth delaying our departure any further over something so minor. I patiently waited for him to finish explaining the intricacies of his culinary masterpiece before helping him into his car seat. "Oh, really? You've managed to do all that in your kitchen?" I asked with an amused smile, playing along with his little story. Then, just as I was fastening the straps, a faint smell caught my attention. My smile faltered, and I paused for a moment, looking at Jake with sudden suspicion. "Jake... have you pooped your pants?!" I asked, my tone noticeably firmer as I tried to make sense of the smell. -
By HoustonJLN · Posted
Hi! For my first post: I'm John, non-binary from Houston, Texas USA I'm 41 and more of on the DL side than anything. I wear and use diapers 24/7 for comfort, convenience, and sensory needs. My favorite diaper to wet and mess in would be a BetterDry Overnight, and hands down, I would rather be diapers then have to use the potty. -
-