Lil'PinkDi-dee

I'm the happiest baby on the DD web site today, since I got 3 new ruffled sissy dresses today. One each in white and yellow and mint green. These dresses, in addition to the pink one I already have, are all the same style with tons of ruffles. All of them leave 1/3 or 1/4 of diaper showing below the bottom hem. Very cute in a naughty sort of way. They have matching color plastic panties to wear over my thick cotton diapers. They also have patent leather matching color Baby Jane style shoes and ankle sox, as well as matching color little satin bows for my hair. I can hardly wait for my mommy to dress me up so she can take me to the mall, where I can do my cute little diaper waddle in one of my pretty new dresses. She just loves to show off her "Sweet Baby Linda" to all the store clerks that she knows. She promises to buy me an ice cream sundae if I'm a good little baby girl and don't fuss or whine while patiently waddling around behind her as she goes from store to store to try on some clothing for herself.

I go back-and-forth between being Sweet Baby Linda and being big girl total slut. It all depends on how I feel when I wake up in the morning. Some days I feel total sissy and will wear cloth diapers with plastic panties under my little ruffled pink sissy dress and have little pink satin bows pinned in my hair. I just want to spend the day in my nursery being bottle-fed warm formula, or the best of all--nursing from my wife (mommy). When 'feeding time' is done, I love pooping, peeing and making the best diaper of all, which is a diaper filled with hot slippery cum to mix with my big poopy. I love to coo and giggle and waddle or crawl around in my hot slippery and quite heavy diaper, which by then hangs totally below the bottom of my dress. On other days (mostly windy days), I feel total slutty exhibitionist and will wear my 4-inch patent leather stilettos and my trademark 12 inch white pleated mini-skirt which 'billows out' in the slightest little breeze. I love to show off my pretty panties on windy days while drawing lots of wolf whistles from strangers of all genders. On those days I become addicted to flirting and/or being flirted with, and of course all the wolf whistles that go with that.

Nope! Lisa is very real, I have (had) her big brown skid marks on my face to prove it.

I loved reading your story. Very well written too. As for me, my wife is rather 'vanilla' and merely tolerates my 'habit' but doesn't want to be part of it. If I want 'vanilla' sex, then she's always eager for that. However when I want sex and my 'baby life' to happen together, she 'farms me out' to her cousin Lisa, who pounds me mercilessly with her wild orgasms as we get totally into each other's diapers. After we are finished with the first round, then Lisa and I trade diapers with her masturbating in my cum-filled diaper while I do it in her diaper which is sopping wet with her 'girl juice' and sometimes full of her poop if I'm lucky.

Yesterday morning I didn't have time to use my diaper for its intended purpose, so I removed the diaper which I had been sleeping in and tossed it into the diaper pail to soak. The diaper had no poop, only tons of pee. So I washed myself clean and put a pair of panties on. While I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror and shaving and combing my hair, wearing only my panties, I suddenly got an 'urge'. Without stopping my grooming, I shot a big poopy into my panties. The naughtiness of what I had just done was incredible, much more so than the naughtiness of pooping in a diaper. Of course I didn't have time to 'enjoy' (sexually) my big poopy, so I just enjoyed the 'naughtiness' of it for a couple minutes. After that I removed the panties, and emptied the poop into the toilet. Since the poopy wasn't a real messy one, I tossed my panties into the diaper pail, wiped my butt, then finished 'getting ready'. All during that day, I enjoyed thinking about the 'naughtiness' of what I had done. That 'naughty' feeling brought back memories of the naughty feeling I had the first time I pooped in my diaper as an adult. When I first started using diapers as an adult, it was the naughty feeling that I was after. It was only after I had been using diapers for a while that I learned how to enjoy a big poopy in my diaper sexually.

For me there is indeed magic in diapers. In fact, I don't need to even put one on for the magic to happen, it can even happen just by looking at a diaper. The "magic" that I'm talking about is the sudden urge to pee or poop or both, when there was no urge before I saw the diaper. So that means, as an example, that if I see a diaper commercial on TV where an actual baby or diaper is shown, then I need to get diapered quick before I lose everything in my underwear. The same happens when I wander down my favorite place in the super market, which is the diaper and baby supply aisle of course. Also when my wife (mommy) spreads out a diaper on my adult changing table, then she'd better get it pinned or tabbed as fast as she can. This all feels perfectly natural for me, as I've been using diapers as an ABDL for several years now. I only use the porcelain throne if I get an urge while out in public, or if I get an urge at home when there''s no time for clean-up. So I can forget the fiber or other laxatives. If I'm ever constipated, which happens fairly often, then all I have to do is put on a diaper, climb in my adult crib, and SHAZAM! the poop slides out effortlessly. Pavlovian conditioning, I guess.

To any ABDL, all diaper days are good ones, however there are always some more memorable than others, which in turn become ‘special diaper days’. The following account tells of one of my ‘special diaper days’. It began when my wife went to a bridal shower for an expectant women from my wife’s workplace. Since it was in a town about an hour away, I knew she’d be gone for several hours. Because of that, she sent her cousin Lisa to our house to be my “baby sitter”. As soon as my wife left, my ‘special diaper day’ started. Lisa said simply: “Its di-dee time”. All during my “di-dee time” she only talked baby talk or sang lullabies to me. I never talked either, rather I just cooed, giggled, pouted, or cried just like a real baby. To start our “di-dee time”, she dropped the gate on my adult crib and invited me to step in. Once she lifted the gate and it clicked shut, I knew I’d be staying in the crib until I had used my diaper for its intended purpose. First off, she undressed me, then dressed me in a pink cloth diaper and plastic panties and pinned little pink satin bows in my hair. I got a hard-on when she diapered me, probably in anticipation of what I knew was sure to come. She also gave me a little pink pacifier to suck on, as well as a few little rubber or plastic toys in my crib for me to play with. I stuck a plastic baby rattle down the front of my diaper and used it to poke at my growing joystick as I lay on my back. Whenever the one-eyed snake tried to come out the top of my diaper, I pushed it back in with the rattle. When she saw me doing that, she pulled my hand out of my diaper and slapped my wrist with a spatula she kept there for ‘future use’ and then took the baby rattle away from me. When she did that I cried and fussed just like a real baby. She turned on a small electric fan which sat on top of my nursery dresser. She aimed it toward the mobile which was suspended from the ceiling above my crib. My wife (mommy) originally put the fan there to ‘ventilate’ the room when she would change my stinky diapers. The moving air made the pieces of the mobile make a musical tinkling sound. The moving air also made the pieces of the mobile ‘twinkle’ like little stars as the room lights reflected off them. She also had my record player going, which played familiar lullabies as well as other ‘baby’ songs. The mobile as well as the music got me ‘in the mood’. She put a plastic liner in the crib for me to lay on. The liner protected the crib’s mattress in case I “leaked”. Next came ‘feeding time’. She sat me up and spoon-fed me some warmed baby food from a jar. She mixed a laxative as well as some “other things” with the baby food. Later on I asked her what those “other things” were, but she refused to tell me. I suspect it may have been some sort of an aphrodisiac. She skipped the bottle of warm formula and instead ‘nursed’ me from her bare breasts. She did that by dropping the gate on the crib, removing her shirt and bra and hovering over me while shaking her shoulders and teasing my lips or the tip of my tongue with her nipples. She also tormented me by tracing ‘figure eights’ all over my face with her nipples. After that she cradled my head between her breasts, rolling her shoulders and tossing my head side to side, with her dangling breasts slapping the sides of my face. When she was done slapping my face, she let me suck on one of her breasts for a while. I tried to get as much of her breast into my mouth as possible, almost gagging on it as my pleasure pole started throbbing. When she did that to me I had the most beautiful orgasm in my diaper. When she was done ‘feeding’ me and my joy stick had shrunk back to normal, I gushed a big warm pee-pee. I enjoyed the warm feeling of the pee, first in my crotch then eventually spreading over my entire diapered area, as my entire diaper eventually became warm and wet. I loved the way the pee just made my diaper so soft, warm and cozy. I cried like a real baby and pumped my legs as I lay on my back in my crib in my soaking wet diaper. The crying and leg pumping was due to the pains in my tummy as the laxative started working. I passed tons of gas, during which she nick-named me ‘thunder butt’. After that the helpless feeling came as the poopy started coming out, despite my desperate efforts to hold it in. Realizing that I was losing the battle, I finally surrendered and pushed the rest of it out while giggling with glee as I filled my diaper to capacity. I had a very naughty feeling as I giggled and cooed with delight and rocked back-and-forth on my hands and knees in my crib in my sopping wet and fully loaded diaper. The rocking motion caused my big load of poopy to shift to the front of my diaper where it pounded and slapped my balls as I kept rocking back and forth. When I stopped due to exhaustion, she ‘took over’ by slapping my poopy diaper crotch with the spatula as the poopy continued pounding my balls. She did that until I got my breath back. Then I started in again, increasing the tempo of my rocking and slapping until I had another orgasm. After that she fondled me through my diaper and plastic pants making me have a third orgasm. After that I fell exhausted in peaceful bliss onto my tummy with my entire 'male anatomy immersed in a warm, mushy and slippery mixture of cum and poop. I waited for the spanking that was certain to come, while moaning with great satisfaction from all of my orgasms. When she noticed that I was squirming in my mess and enjoying my ‘time after’, she scolded me and spanked me with the spatula and told me what a naughty little baby I was, just in fun of course. When she spanked me, I cried just like a real baby. Because of the spanking, I got hard again, but I couldn’t cum because I had ‘run the well dry’ from all my previous orgasms. My wife came home as Lisa was cleaning me up. She noticed my dirty diaper. It was sitting on top of my dresser, dirty side up, since Lisa hadn’t disposed of it yet. She noticed that my diaper had just as much cum in it as it had poop. So she said to Lisa: “It looks like baby Albert had a good time, but how about you? Were you (sexually) satisfied too? Lisa said: “No. not really”. Then my wife said to me: “You just get in your play-pen now and let Cousin Lisa climb on top of you and sit on your face and do her thing for as long as she wants”. Once Lisa was sitting on my face, she pulled her skirt back down over my head “just for privacy”. Since the bottom elastic on her panties was pretty well shot, I pushed her panty crotch to one side with my tongue, so I could get my tongue inside of her. By that time I had ‘re-charged my batteries’ and was ready for more orgasms. Words can’t describe how incredible her orgasms were, as she continued pounding my face and tugging at my tongue. Her orgasms came like waves rhythmically pounding the sea shore. I eagerly gulped her ‘juice’ as she continued bouncing up and down on my face. I could hear my wife chanting in the background: “Giddy-up go, giddy-up go, get him good! Atta’ girl Lisa, I knew you could do it!” I reached around back and hung onto Lisa’s butt cheeks for the wild ride. Since she had gulped so much air during her many orgasms, her tummy looked like she was pregnant. After she finished and seeing that I hadn’t come yet, Lisa said: “Let’s try something altogether different”. So she turned around, facing the other way. She then lowered herself as she spread her cheeks to trap my face in her butt crack. Without hesitation or prompting by her, I worked my tongue up her butt as far as it would go. She started pounding my tongue with her wild farts. I reached around and put my hands on her tummy and enjoyed the feeling of her tummy muscles alternately tensing and relaxing as they worked to push all that hot, moist and stinky air out while she bounced up and down. I kept my tongue in her hole, in spite of her wild bouncing. When her farts made my tongue vibrate, that’s what took me ‘over the top and made my rock-hard pleasure pole shoot more of those hot slippery ropes all over the inside of my play pen. Call me a hearse, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

Diarrhea has never been a problem with me. Usually the opposite is true. I have dropped many big firm logs in the porcelain throne, simply because I didn't have time for the cleanup after enjoying it in my diaper. I then "mourn the loss" of a big brown friend that I wish I had the time to enjoy in my diaper. I usually poop only once every 2 or three days, so my poopies are usually big firm logs which I enjoy between my legs in my diaper whenever I can.

Mark, have you ever thought of letting your wife's lover put his dick into your diaper while your wife watched? I think that would make him and your wife very happy. I base that on my own experiences before I was married . Back then I was a lover to another man's wife. I had some pretty wild times on top of the husband too, with my dick either in his mouth or his pants (diaper in your case). So much fun on top of him with him laying on his back as I tickled and teased his tummy with my half-hard cock as we both giggled with glee. I also had indescribably intense pleasure during foreplay by dangling my cum-filled balls in his face as he kissed or licked them. As a change-up, I'd sometimes stay out of his mouth and just spray his face after I pleasured myself by slapping his face with my rock-hard cock. What a sight he was with strings of my cum all over his face while he passionately kissed my still-hard dick that put them there. Mere words can't describe how happy I was whenever I humiliated him that way. The wife would have several orgasms by herself as she watched me humiliate the husband. She moaned or screamed with delight each time she climaxed. After a while I had the husband trained so that every time I snapped my fingers, he would get down on his knees, pull down my shorts and take my dick in his mouth or start licking my butt crack. One finger snap meant suck my cock, two snaps meant lick my butt crack. Other people's tongues are so much more fun than toilet paper! Here's another thing. The husband would sometimes lick my crack and butt hole clean while I was humping on top of his wife. That intensified my orgasms, much to his wife's satisfaction as well as mine too of course. I just hope I didn't fart too much when he was licking me. He became quite a sight with my big brown skid marks all over his face. Just a few suggestions, should you ever want to "spice things up a bit".

What is the one thing that a wife can say to her husband that will make the parakeet extremely nervous? Honey, I don't think Fluffy has enough cat food to last until payday.

My favorite term when doing a woman is simply "woman pleaser". My favorite term when doing a guy is "my joy stick" , simply because I get so much gratification from slapping a guy's face with it and tormenting him endlessly before I take my plunge into his mouth. Here's another one that I think we can all identify with: Diaper pounder.

When I was caring for my parents in their final illness(es), they were both in diapers, out of necessity. They both were embarrassed, ashamed and humiliated. That made them also very irritable and angry and a challenge to deal with. I on the other hand, am none of that. I'm very happy as well as easy to get along with. I realize that I'm the way I am because I want to wear diapers as well as use them for their intended purpose(s), namely peeing, pooping or having sex. However I realize that if I live long enough I will need to wear diapers out of necessity rather than out of choice. When I get there, will my attitude change, making me become like my parents as I've described them? Or will me being a DL voluntarily allow me to avoid all the negative feelings/attitudes of my parents? I can't answer these questions, since I'm not 'there' yet. However there may be some members here who do wear diapers out of necessity (fecal or urinal incontinence). If so, did being a DL previous to needing to wear diapers help you with feelings/attitude? I need input here, so let's hear from any of you guys or gals who, from personal experience, can answer my questions. Thanks, and happy diaper loading to all.

I love those thick cloth diapers too. I also love the crinkle sound that my plastic panties make when I waddle around the house in them. Of course when I drop a big poopy in my di-pee the diaper bulge makes my plastic panties crinkle too. Such a heavenly sound.

I personally don't care what you call it. I will continue to just enjoy being an adult male who enjoys not only loading my diapers, but also drinking formula from a baby bottle and eating baby food from a warmed jar. I also love my adult crib as well as my nursery and everything in it. My joy will not be altered by any labels or lack of them.

Mark, you're no different than the rest of us sissies. We all love another man's cock to fondle, kiss and lick passionately, and ultimately take in our mouths as the other man's rock-hard cock explodes in wild orgasm, filling our mouths so full of his hot slippery cum that we have no choice, either choke or swallow. It is doubly erotic of course if your wife is cheering her lover on as he's pumping his load of cum into your mouth. That said, be careful what you wish for. A friend of mine, whose wife has a 'lover', recently had his mouth filled by her lover, with the lover's hot slippery cum shooting straight from his rock-hard cock into the husbands mouth. For the lover's 2nd orgasm, he simply sprayed the husbands face with his hot slippery ropes and then rolled his balls around on the husbands slippery face until the lover came for a 3rd time. Pure delight until the lover, while still on top of the husband, dropped a big heavy poopy on the husband. After he was done pooping he turned around and sat on the husbands face, forcing the husband to lick the lovers butt crack clean as the lover started farting. At the same time the lover's big brown log remained draped across the husbands chest from armpit to armpit. The husband was brought to orgasm by the lover's farts when they made the husbands lips and tongue vibrate. All the while the wife kept cheering her lover on and casually fondling herself and laughing at her husband. The wife told her husband to eat her lover's poop, saying she wanted to photograph him with that big brown slippery log hanging out of his mouth, but that never happened. That became the husbands ultimate humiliation, the husband in effect becoming his wife's laughingstock and her lover's toilet and toilet paper and butt kisser and licker. At that point the husband became hopelessly and helplessly addicted to his wife's lover's orgasms and ready to pay any price to have the lover cum in the husbands mouth. So the lover effectively became 'head of the family' and the husband became his wife's lover's sex toy. The husband and wife never had sex together after that. The only involvement the husband had with the wife after that was just licking the wife's butt crack clean whenever she pooped, or licking the lovers butt crack while he pounded on the wife as he filled her with another big beautiful load of his hot cum. So Mark, if you do pursue your wife's lover, be prepared for any eventuality. Again, be careful what you wish for. Good luck.

I totally love wearing my adult pink sissy dress. The dress is a perfect length because it lets the bottom 1/3 of my diaper be seen below the hem when I'm standing. The dress has several layers of sheer chiffon, which together add up to a totally opaque dress with tons of ruffles on it. My wife (mommy) dresses me by putting pink cloth diaper under pink floral patterned plastic panty, then the dress. She finishes me off with 2 pink satin bows in my hair and pink patent leather Mary Jane shoes and short white ankle sox. My favorite time in that dress is when she shows Sweet Baby Linda to all of her woman friends. The best part is when all of her woman friends take turns changing me, done for "mommy practice". Mommy practice is my mommy's idea to introduce other first time mothers to the fine art of diaper changing. So much fun having all those other women fondle my 'privates', when its their turn to change my dirty diaper and clean me up. One of the women named Carol even went so far as to bend down and kiss my we-we when she finished cleaning me. Then I started growing a bone. When she noticed that, she started passionately kissing my bone up and down it"s entire length until it eventually exploded in her face. That day Sweet Baby Linda became Naughty Baby Linda, much to my mommy's chagrin, and much to my delight. Carol looked so silly with all those strings of my cum dangling from her cute face! I couldn't stop my naughty little giggles. All of the other women thought it was pretty funny too. After all the women left, I got the appropriate spanking for being such a naughty little girl. Call me a hearse, I just died and went to heaven.

First off, I need to tell you that my friend Jeff always "has his way with me" once he starts slapping my face with his big beautiful cock or straddles me and shakes his hips, making his balls do their wild dance on my face, which totally hypnotizes me. The other night started out that way, meaning that he was unmistakably the "man in charge". He said he wanted to have sex both ways, meaning he would spray my face for his first orgasm, then I would swallow his second one. He explained it all ahead of time, conveniently failing to mention his "big surprise". For his first orgasm, he shot his hot slippery ropes all over my face after I had been licking his balls and passionately kissing his big dick for several minutes. His "big surprise" came when he licked his cum off my face. His hot slippery tongue sliding back-and-forth across my face was heavenly beyond words. He relaxed me so totally that I actually fell asleep. What eventually woke me up was the feeling of his giant throbbing cock in my mouth, as he started humping me for his second orgasm. I reached around backside and tightly grabbed his buns, hanging on to them for the wild ride. Those muscles back there are so beautiful and so powerful, but under-appreciated by a lot of guys. After all, those are the muscles that power a guys hips for each and every cock thrust! I really didn't need to swallow, as his squirts were so powerful that his cum just flew down my pipe. After he got done with me, I started passionately kissing his body in thanksgiving for sharing himself with me the way he did. My kissing was mostly concentrated on his beautiful and powerful butt cheeks. My kissing alone brought me to orgasm, which made me shoot my load all over him. One of my shots even went into one of his ears! We both became a couple of "bucks well spent" as we fell fast asleep while tenderly kissing each other while laying in the "69" position.

Your first photo looks a lot like mine. I wear this kind of diaper, only in pink rather than white. I wear it under my "Sweet Baby Linda" dress, which is actually a pink ruffled sissy dress. The dress is short enough that about the bottom one third of my di-pee shows. Cute. My favorite part is when other people put their finger in the groove and tickle Sweet Baby Linda. Sometimes they also turn me around and tickle the groove in the back of my diaper. The gender of the tickler doesn't matter, as the tickling always feels so good that I can't stop giggling with delight as I continue to grow a bone and eventually shoot a giant load of hot slippery cum in my diaper. When I finish cumming, I usually let off a loud obnoxious diaper fart, to the shock or amazement of the tickler. Just another way to have sex in a diaper. After all, isn't that what diapers are for, besides peeing and pooping?

Yes, I like those big brown bricks in my di-dee too. So much fun waddling around the house while the big brown monster teases my inner thighs. The feeling of it rocking back and forth in my di-dee as I waddle is a big sexual turn-on for me. It eventually results in me going from waddling to crawling, causing the "brick" to work its way to the front of my di-dee. After that, I collapse on the floor and roll over on my back. I stick my legs in the air and start kicking wildly. That makes the big brown brick pound my balls until I explode in wild orgasm, causing me to scream with delight as waves of intense sexual pleasure sweep across my entire body. When I've finished cumming in my di-dee, I fall fast asleep. Nothing like the sleep of the 'just after', because when I wake up I'm rock-hard and ready for another round. That keeps up until I "run out of gas" later in the day. Such a fun day when I have the house to myself.

Here's another one that I think you folks might enjoy, since its now around Easter time. THE EASTER BUNNY’S DILEMMA Recently a young man was driving down the street when a rabbit jumped out in front of his car. Being an animal lover, the man tried desperately to stop. However he couldn’t avoid the bunny and he heard the agonizing “thud” come from under the car. When he got out, he saw the bunny laying motionless on the road. Colored eggs and jelly beans were strewn all over the road. He wept bitterly as he thought of the thousands of children that would be deprived of surprises on Easter morning. A young woman, who was driving in the opposite direction, spotted him and stopped to help. She said that she might have something in her car that would help. She went to her car and got a spray can of something and began to spray the entire contents of the can on the motionless bunny. The bunny twitched and quivered a little, then eventually stood on all fours. The bunny took a few steps, turned toward the man and the woman and waved at them. The bunny took a few more steps, turned toward them and waved at them again. The bunny kept doing this until he was out of sight. The man was simply dumbfounded!! He picked up the spray can to read the label. The label said: “This product will restore life to dead hair (hare?). This product also guaranteed to produce permanent wave”. Its a miracle what a can of hair spray can do.

My fantasy would be to have my wife (mommy) plus maybe 8 or 10 of her woman friends take turns pooping in my diaper, rolling me over and alternating between front and back. They would keep filling my diaper until it was so heavy I couldn't stand up, rather I could only lay helpless on my back while all their poop forced my legs further and further apart and my manhood exploded in wild diaper orgasm. It's beyond my imagination how I could have room for my huge 'bone' in my diaper when it was already packed so full of their poop, but then who am I to argue with success? After that first orgasm they would then take turns bouncing on my face until I licked their dirty (and very shapely) asses clean and ate their un-digested corn kernels that flew out of their holes when they farted in my face. Can't let good food go to waste, you know. Of course their hot moist farts would make my tongue vibrate, causing yet more and more diaper orgasms. Of course I would fall fast asleep from total exhaustion, only to awaken an hour later for a 'repeat performance'. Kismet!

Another little poem: "In days of old, when knights were bold, and pottys weren't invented, you'd drop your load beside the road, and walk away contented." That little poem brings up an interesting question for us diaper lovers: What was invented first? Was it the potty or was it diapers? So I did a little research and here is what I found: British archeologists digging somewhere in Denmark in 2017 found the remains of a 1000 year old outdoor privvy or outhouse. Diapers were invented in England around 1570. An Englishman named John Adamson invented the modern flush toilet in 1853. Although Sir Thomas Crapper was a real person and indeed a plumber, he did not invent the flush toilet, although he did patent a few improvements to it. So, God bless the English! They are always so pre-occupied with the practical aspects of life.

A few of my favorite sounds (maybe you can add some of your own). #1 That crinkling sound my plastic panties make when I'm "tenting" the backside of my diaper and stretching my panties. Also the plastic panty sound when I'm waddling around in my loaded diaper. #2 The gentle hissing sound when I'm shooting a powerful pee in my diaper. #3 The screeching sound of a powerful fart in a soaking wet diaper. #4 The crackling sound made by trapped air bubbles bursting as my magic brown bunny exits my butt hole . I could go on forever, but I'll let somebody else take over......

I enjoy reading poetry. I thought I'd start a little poem about our lifestyle, with the hope that some of you more creative folks could add stanzas of your own. I'll start the poem like this: The magic brown bunny jumps out of your tummy, and fills your diaper full. It'll glide and move and tickle your groove, and totally that's no bull.