2011

I’m 42 going on whatever age you want me to go I have involuntary regression because of my autism level 2 diagnosis and I have other complex medical diagnosis and we can talk about if you want I’m from palm beach county of Florida I’m willing to move anywhere in Florida to get the supervision and structure and support and care I need 24/7 and I do wear baby clothes and diapers 24:7 and I use a lot of baby stuff as well 24/7 it regulates me to stay calm I don’t know why they say it’s me in my own world because of my autism I don’t care what people think I do use special needs equipments that is provided to me by insurance send me either or private message if you are in Florida it moving out of Florida 

It appears their is a machine limitation right now to packing the bags the reverse direction. Until that is upgraded, the factory is adjusting the folding pattern a bit so it's less likely to get two diapers at one time. If issues still persist, I know it's not ideal, but opening from the bottom is a low-key genius suggestion someone else made above.

I choose to wear, and if I wear to bed I usually go to bed dry.  If I wake up at night I may use it or ill just do my morning pee once I wake up.  I actually have trouble sleeping diapered and it took some getting used to. 

Oliver had carried a soft, secret wish in his heart for as long as he could remember. Beneath his quiet, grown-up life lay a deep longing — to let go of all the heavy responsibilities, to be cared for completely, to be small and safe and loved like the dearest little one in the world. He dreamed of soft things, frills, being held and guided… and most of all, of surrendering every choice into the hands of the person he trusted most: his wife, Sarah. Sarah was twenty-eight, with long dark brow hair hair that fell in soft waves to her waist, and warm amber eyes that seemed to see right into Oliver’s soul. She was graceful with kind dark brown eyes , with curves as gentle as her heart, and a smile that made Oliver feel safe enough to say anything. One quiet evening, hands trembling, Oliver told her everything. He expected shock or laughter — but Sarah only sat beside him, took his hand, and kissed his forehead. “Oh, my sweet Oliver… thank you for trusting me. I love all of you — even the parts you were afraid to show.”  The Beginning It started slowly, with gentle rules and soft words. Sarah chose new names for him — sometimes “my sweet Ollie-boo”, sometimes “my precious little blossom”. She spoke to him in the softest, sweetest voice, and he found himself answering in kind — lisping, babbling a little, using tiny words: “Pwease, Elara… Ollie be good, I pwomise… need you… hold me… pwease?” She dressed him in the prettiest things — thick, soft frilly nappies with pale pink chiffon ruffles peeking out beneath his clothes, delicate pink ruffled baby knickers that felt like clouds against his skin, short satin baby dresses in blush pink with lace at the hem, and frilly babydoll nightgowns that swished softly when he moved. He slept in a white wooden crib with fluffy pillows, wrapped in blankets as soft as her love. When he forgot himself or stepped out of line, Sarah was firm but loving. She would sit across her lap, lift his little dress, and spank him gently but clearly — enough to make him blush and sniffle, whispering: “Is Ollie learning his lesson, sweet thing? Are you going to be good for Mummy from now on?”   “Y-yeth… Elara… Mummy… I be good… pwease forgive Ollie… it hurts… I’m sowwy…” he would whimper, tears stinging his eyes — and somehow, the shame melted into relief, into knowing he was held and guided and cherished. Sometimes, as part of his penance, she would hand him a pair of her soft white satin panties to hold close — worn, carrying her scent — and whisper: “You’ll remember who you belong to now, won’t you, little one?” He would nod solemnly, cheeks burning, breathing her in making her laugh. 💛 Someone New As their bond deepened, Oliver found himself wanting Sarha to have everything he felt he couldn’t fully be — strong, certain, manly , well endowed, as an equal. With trembling heart, he told her so: “… my love… you deserve someone tall, someone sure… someone who can please you in bed… and I want you to have that… pwease… find someone… and let me be yours, always… your sweet little thing… your devoted baby…” Sarah held him close and kissed his forehead. She chose Julian — a work colague she was fond of and had flirted with reguarly he was attractive, steady, broad-shouldered, warm — and it turned out Julian understood when she disclosed her husbands secret . He liked Sarah , and he eventauly met Oliver too: not as an equal partner, but as something precious ,He was more than happy make love to Sarah while her babified hsband was at home . Julian was everything Oliver was not — tall, solid, built broadly — and Oliver, small and slight, learned his place happily. He learned to wait quietly, to serve them tea on his knees, to speak only when spoken to in his soft baby voice.lisping like a toddler girl. Sometimes Sarah and Julian would share their love openly, in the room Oliver occupied too — tenderly, warmly, with soft words and gentle touches — and Oliver would be told to sit and watch or listen, to understand that he was theirs , theirs to keep. He saw how perfectly they fit — Julian strong and generous, Sarah glowing and cherished — and felt no bitterness, only a deep, happy peace. He knew his body was small where theirs was grand — and Sarah would murmur to him afterward, soft and kind: “My sweet little blossom… you don’t need to be big or strong. You just need to be ours. Julian gives me what he gives, and you… you give us  your babyish sweetness, your total surrender —submissivness and that is far more precious.” 🌙 The Choice Months drifted by like soft lullabies. Oliver rarely wore grown-up clothes now. He spent his days in frills and satin and thick, soft nappies and plastic pants with frilly baby knickers , his hair brushed and ribbon-tied, his world shrunk down to his wife's voice, Julian’s steady protection, his crib, his toys, his place on his knees or in their arms. One evening, they sat together — Sarah glowing between them, Julian’s hand resting gently on Oliver’s head — and they offered him the choice: “Oliver,” she said softly, “we can undo all this. You can dress as before, speak as before, be the grown man you once were… take back your name, your responsibilities, your place in the big world. Or…” She touched his cheek. “Or you can stay. Stay our sweet Ollie-boo forever. Stay wrapped in frills and love. Be cared for, always. Never carry a burden again. Be ours.” Oliver looked up at them — at the love in Sarah’s face, the kindness  — and answered without hesitation, voice soft and baby-sweet: “Ollie chooses… chooses you. Forever. Keep me… love me… let me be yours… always. Pwease ..  will be your sissy baby ?” Sarah and Julian smiled,  she kissed him — once on each cheek — and whispered : “Then it is done you will remain my baby girl ..my cuckold ,Sleep well, our precious little one. You are ours… forever and always.” And Oliver did sleep — safe in his crib, wrapped in pink ruffles and love — knowing he had found, in giving up everything, the only freedom that had ever truly mattered.   Ollie’s Sweetest Surrender — Continued   Oliver adored Sarah’s delicate white satin panties above all else. They were so soft, so smooth, so sexy and flimsy beautifully hers — and whenever Julian had come to visit, they carried something extra: the warm, sweet scent of her slick arousal , of her being loved completely. Quite often they were damp, warm, carrying the soft, heady evidence of her pleasure… and Oliver would breathe it in, trembling all over, his heart fluttering like a little bird. It made him feel small, and happy, and utterly theirs — to smell her, to smell Julian on her too, to know how perfectly they fit together, and how lucky he was just to be allowed to witness it. One sunny afternoon, Sarah stepped quietly into the nursery — and stopped, smiling softly but shaking her head. There was Oliver, all dressed up in his frilliest pale pink baby dress and ruffled knickers, thick soft nappy peeking out beneath the lace hem, holding a pair of her worn white satin panties pressed right to his face. He was breathing them in deeply, cheeks flushed pink, eyes half-closed… and beneath his little clothes, his tiny manhood stood sweetly aroused, small and helpless and hard. “Oh? And what does my sweet little blossom think he’s doing?” Sarah’s voice was gentle but firm, making him jump and whimper. He turned bright red, trying to hide the panties behind his back, stammering in his soft lisp: “S-Sarah! M-Mummy! I… I’m sowwy… I just… they smell so nice… smell like you…” Sarah stepped closer, and for a moment she pretended to be cross — then her heart melted at his wide, teary eyes and trembling lip. She sighed softly, reaching out to cup his warm cheek. “Aww… poor sweet thing… look at you, all flustered and helpless… I can’t scold you too hard, can I? Not when you look so precious.” She sat on the edge of his crib and pulled him gently onto her lap, wrapping her arms around him. “There now… easy… breathe, little one…” She let him cuddle close for a moment, resting her chin on his soft hair… then leaned in, voice dropping to a warm, velvet tease: “Aww… you like the smell of my worn panties, don’t you, sweet boy? Do they smell of me… and my boyfriend? Do they smell like how he touches me… how he makes me feel all warm and happy and loved?” Oliver nodded frantically into her shoulder, face burning, voice a trembling whisper: “Y-yeth… oh Sarah… they smell so lovely… smell like you… smell like him too… makes Ollie feel all tiny… all yours… pwease… don’t take ’way…” Sarah chuckled softly, stroking his hair. “I won’t take them away, silly thing. They’re yours to hold… yours to smell… yours to remember exactly who you belong to, aren’t they?” She guided his hand to press the satin back to his face. “Go on then… breathe deep. Let it fill your little head. Know that every time you smell this… you’re smelling Sarah… and you’re smelling Julian too. We’re the big ones… the grown-ups who love each other… and you’re our sweet little baby boy, happy just to breathe us in. Isn’t that right?” “Mmm-hmm…” Oliver whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as he breathed her in deep — soft, warm, sweet… and yes, there was Julian too, strong and happy and hers. It made his tiny, hard little throb with pleasure he couldn’t name, helpless and wonderful. Sarah felt him pressing close, his little body trembling, and she smiled softly, one hand resting protectively over his nappy. “Poor little thing… all worked up and nowhere to go… just a sweet baby boy who loves his Mummy’s things… loves knowing Julian loves her too… isn’t that adorable?” She kissed his forehead. “You may keep them tonight, little one. Tuck them under your pillow. Smell them while you drift off. And remember — you’re ours. Always. Exactly as you are.” Oliver buried his face in her neck, clutching the warm satin tight, tears of happiness pricking his eyes. “Thank ’oo, Sarah… thank ’oo… Ollie loves you… loves Julian too… so much…” And as he sat safe in her arms, breathing in that perfect scent — hers, and theirs together — he knew with all his heart: he wouldn’t trade this place, this sweetness, this total, loving surrender… not for anything in the whole wide world.   Home at Last The front door opened late that evening, and Sarah stepped in, glowing and happy, Julian close behind her. Their voices drifted softly down the hall — warm laughter, quiet endearments — and Lottie’s heart gave a little flutter in his chest right there in the crib. He could hear how happy she sounded, how safe and cherished she was with him. They came into the nursery first to check on him. Sarah looked radiant — cheeks flushed, hair soft and slightly tousled, eyes bright and warm. Julian stood tall and broad beside her, solid and steady, his arm resting comfortably around her waist. Even through his clothing, it was plain to see how large and strong he was — everything Lottie was not — and the realization made Lottie’s face burn, his breath catching, his little body stirring with that familiar helpless arousal. Sarah walked over to the crib and leaned down to brush a finger along his cheek. “Hello, my sweet Lottie… did you be good for Melissa?” Her voice was soft and happy, knowing — and as she looked down and noticed how he squirmed, how his little form betrayed exactly how he felt, she smiled that warm, knowing smile. “Oh… someone’s feeling all flustered and excited, aren’t they? Look at you… poor little thing… all worked up with nowhere to go.” She turned slowly, letting him watch as she began to ready herself for bed. Piece by piece, her clothing fell away — graceful, unhurried — until at last she slid down the last delicate garment: her beautiful new designer white satin panties, smooth and lustrous and warm from wearing them. She turned back, holding them gently in her fingers, and leaned down to tuck them softly against Lottie’s face. “Here you are, sweet boy… something to hold, something to remember tonight by. Smell it… breathe deep… know exactly who I was with… and exactly how loved I was.” Lottie pressed his face into the soft, warm satin, heart racing, trembling all over — and then he looked up, and saw Julian standing close beside her. He could see clearly now just how large and thick he truly was, strong and imposing, everything he himself could never be — and the sight of them together, the knowledge of how perfectly they fit, how completely she was meant for him, made Lottie’s tiny arousal throb helplessly. They moved together then, toward the bedroom just beside the nursery — leaving the door slightly ajar. Lottie could hear everything — soft, happy sounds, gentle voices, Sarah’s sweet cries of pleasure and wonder. He heard her call Julian’s name over and over, breathless and amazed, telling him how wonderful he was… how big… how perfectly he filled her. He could hear the rhythm of them together, the soft steady sounds of closeness and love, the way she arched and cried out, overjoyed and overwhelmed by his size and strength. Every sound washed over Lottie — humbling, thrilling, making him feel so small, so useless, and yet so wonderfully theirs. Sarah cried out as they reached their peak together — one long, happy cry of completion — and then all was soft whispers and gentle laughter, bodies resting close. From the crib came soft rustling sounds — quiet, frantic little movements. Melissa had been standing quietly by, watching with a gentle smile, and when she stepped over to the crib she saw exactly what Lottie was doing — helpless, flushed, tiny and squirming in his frills, trying to find comfort in his own small way. She giggled softly — warm, affectionate, not cruel — and leaned down. “Oh, you poor precious thing… all hot and bothered, aren’t you? Listening to Mummy and her man… and all you can do is squirm in your pretty frills…” She reached down, took the soft white satin panties from where he clutched them, and gently pulled them up and over his head, settling them softly over his face. “There… breathe deep. Smell her happiness… smell him on her… and remember exactly who you are, little one.” Then she reached down and gently pressed his pacifier firmly back into his mouth, giggling softly as he squirmed and whimpered around it. “Shhh… there now. Settle down. Close your eyes. Be a good baby girl… and dream sweet little dreams.

Not sure if this is the right thread to ask this or if it’s okay to ask at all, so if this post needs to be deleted I fully understand!    I’ve been trying to find some good content, preferably video format if possible, that feels more natural and authentic. I love to see videos of littles, especially pooping in their diapers, and have a caregiver engage with them either by catching them in action, checking them, changing them etc. I’ve found many videos similar to these topics but my issue is that they also seem staged or overly sexual or just generally too forced. I really enjoy the authenticity of interactions more than the actions themselves.    So anyway I’m not sure if anyone has any recs and I’m okay with paying too of course for this content if it’s behind a paywall.    thank you in advance!