TheDadamal

While laying on a changing table and having my diaper changed by practically a stranger who just snuggled with my husband all night felt strange and embarrassing the thick disposable diaper being pulled up between my legs and tightly secured around my waist made up for it. There was something nice about a fresh diaper, I liked how it felt flat and how the tiniest breezes of trapped air blew the baby powder off my freshly cleaned bottom and collected down at the bottom of my crotch. If luck would have it, I’d have a few more of those feelings as the back of my diaper was pulled back checking its status and knowing at least one reward was on its way being praised for being dry, being praised for being wet, and of course, the scent of baby powder that would soon intoxicate me. ”So honey, let’s get you dressed and go and do fun things while your dada sleeps,” Amanda said as she removed my pajama top leaving me naked on the changing table except for my colorful bunny hops diaper.

Sarah’s last round of peek-a-boo startled Jim out of his memory which in turn made Sarah giggle and kick her feet exposing her diaper and sending a small cloud of baby powder into the air from her freshly changed diaper. Jim wasn’t sure who enjoyed the fresh diaper better, he loved how fresh diapers crinkled with every subtle move she made and thought the little air gaps around her butt were adorable. Sarah loved feeling the dry cotton around her thighs and really enjoyed how every move in a fresh diaper didn’t feel like she was sitting on a hyperactive sponge. As Sarah covered herself up with her blanket she too thought back to the first time she wore these diapers that looked like they were made for babies in adult sizes. It wasn’t long after that first night Jim had diapered her that she found herself in diapers designed for adults. Jim was always skeptical of the baby diapers he put her in and with good reason because they would frequently leak. At first he thought the leaks were due to his poor diapering skills but as he tried more things the leaks hardly improved. Taping the diaper tighter did not seem to help nor did reinforcing the sticky tapes with masking tape. He thought maybe he was trying to tape them on her too tight and that too did not help. He tried pulling them up higher on her stomach and pulling them up higher on her behind with no luck gained either way. He tried ensuring the leak guards were resting properly along her leg creases and while making her diaper more comfortable the leaks did not improve. He even tried placing multiple diapers on her at the same time which failed, adorably so. Sarah rarely wore diapers on her own and when she did she usually would change back into panties after wetting them so she had no useful suggestions too give him after all diapering herself was no fun, she loved to be babied and taken care of. Growing determined Jim took the internet and discovered a company that specialized in making babyish diapers for adults. The price was a bit high for a college student but he wanted to show Sarah he could take care of her and order a case of 40 diapers styled the exact same as he and she both wore when they were babies. He was so excited the day they arrived that he placed one in his back back and ran across campus to her dorm room to show her before her afternoon classes started. Sarah was surprised to her a knock on her dorm room door and was pleasantly surprised to see Jim but knew something was up when she saw his biggest smile on his face. He wasted no time laying her down on her twin bed and handing her the oversized baby diaper. He then asked if he could put it on her and she eagerly nodded. It was definitely not the first time he had diapered her in her dorm room so he had no issues gathering the changing supplies. Sarah laid staring at the diaper in awe as Jim removed her jeans and panties and began to clean her with a baby wipe. He popped a pacifier in her mouth and exchanged Buns with the diaper she was holding. Positioning the diaper under her was a bit more challenging then what he was used to as it was so much larger than the baby diapers she had previously worn but he quickly settled for an ideal placement and sprinkled baby powder all over her diaper area. Jim and Sarah both laughed as the top of the diaper rested slightly above her belly button and at lease 3 inches above her butt crack on her backside. Sarah could not believe how comfortable the diaper as it almost wrapped around her body before the back tabs were even brought up to secure it around her waist. She had spent her entire adult life squeezing into a diaper and not having one for her properly. Sarah kicked her legs happily as soon as he secured the second tape on the parachute bears motif of her diaper. Jim pulled her up to sitting position and she stood up, jumped into his arms and gave him the biggest kiss and told him that she loved him. She said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and asked to go back to his place. He did not protest as they walked holding hands to his apartment with her diaper crinkling under her jeans with every step.

Sarah instructed him to remove her panties and Jim nervously did as he was asked. She then pointed to the baby wipes on the coffee table and Jim proceeded to wipe her diaper area down with them. After he finished wiping her she pointed to the powder and held her legs up in the air giving him easy access to get powder on to her bottom and back of her legs before she placed them back down letting him cover the front of her diaper area and legs. His apartment quickly smelled like a baby nursery and he immediately realized Sarah’s fragrance was that of the baby powder. He had to admit he enjoyed the smell and had a giant whiff of it as he pulled the diaper up between her legs and secured the sticky tapes.

Jim examined the diaper as Sarah handed it to him first noticing its sweet fragrance distinctively different than the fragrance Sarah seemed to carry on her body nevertheless they both were pleasant and relaxing. The top of the diaper had a purple dinosaur motif which he recognized from one of the kid shows his young nieces and nephews watched while he visiting his older siblings. He had doubts the diaper would fit Sarah but knew she would not have handed it to him had it not but to reassure his assumptions he asked her if this diaper was for a baby. Sarah nodded and pointed to herself before producing a changing mat, baby wipes, and baby powder from her backpack accidentally exposing a baby bottle, two jars of baby food, and a glimpse that there were a few more spare diapers readily available. Jim stopped her from putting away the bottle and baby food and instead placed them on the coffee table next to the couch. He hadn’t changed a diaper before but nervously asked her to stay put near her backpack as he spread out the changing mat across two of the three couch cushions and positioned the changing supplies on the coffee table next to her bottle and baby food. He knew this was going to be nerve wrecking for both him and her and went to the kitchen and filled her baby bottle full of milk and a little strawberry syrup thinking it might help keep her calm. Seeing Jim return the living room made her remove her thumb from her mouth to let out a slight nervous smile. He handed her the bottle of pink milk and led her by the hand onto the changing mat. He could not help but stare into her eyes seeing how incredibly sweet she seemed laying on it and she wasted no time nursing the bottle. He had not noticed before but her pajamas had snaps down the crotch and her legs but before he started to unsnap them he picked up Buns from the floor next to the couch and handed him to her. Sarah gave him a one handed squeeze as Jim unsnapped each snapped button of her pajamas exposing her adult panties. He asked her if she was sure this is what he wanted him to do and she blushed and nodded between swallowing gulps of milk from her bottle. Jim unfolded the diaper and placed it under her butt as she lifted it off the changing pad for him. He then pulled it up over her pink panties and went to tape it up before Sarah interrupted him and told him not to put it on over panties.

Between rounds of peek-a-boo Sarah sat quietly biting her bottom lip a look Jim knew well. Her tears and lip biting brought him back to the first time Sarah asked him to treat her like a baby. He could still see her wearing her footie pajamas with her long blonde hair in two pigtails each paired with a small pink bow standing in his college apartment’s living room in their third date when he invited her over for a movie and pajama party. Sarah took the opportunity to show her little side knowing her outfit was playful but somewhat revealing of her baby side especially because she brought her favorite stuffed bunny, Buns, a stuffy she had since being a baby. Jim was surprised by her choice of attire but immediately found it adorable and jokingly asked what childish movie they should watch. Sarah wasted no time choosing a Christmas special of Sesame Street fully knowing it was early fall and Christmas was still months away. While the choice was odd Jim found it adorable and held out his arm inviting her to snuggle in which she quickly obliged. Sarah’s thumb quickly found its way to her mouth replacing her lip biting with full on thumb sucking. Jim found this incredibly cute and jokingly said he should find her a pacifier to help her thumb from getting irritated. She smiled back at him got up and opened her backpack pulling out a pink pacifier with tether clip and handed it to Jim. He clipped the tether on to her pajamas’ collar and before placing it in her mouth asked if she was college girl or baby girl. Hearing this question made tears form in her eyes and roll down her face before she got back up walked back to her backpack and pulled out a disposable diaper. Jim asked if she wanted to wear it and she nodded while sobbing.

It wasn’t their first time in the laundromat and because of this they felt rather comfortable venturing in like this. Sarah gave him kisses on his cheek and poked at his nose as he maneuvered his way down the narrow isles of washing machines to the commercial washer capable of sanitizing all of Sarah’s used diapers in one go. Before he started to load the washer he sat Sarah down on the large folding table and realized her pink fleece baby blanket was left in the back seat of the car along with her bottle of apple juice. He asked her if she would be a good girl if he left her unsupervised in the laundromat while he went back to retrieve these items for her. Sarah nodded and held her pinky out initiating a non-verbal pinky swear. Her husband signed the deal wrapping his pinky around hers and kissed her forehead before making his way to the car. Sarah felt nervous as soon as she saw him exit the building even though she could see him open the car rear door of their SUV to grab the left behind items. She tried self soothing herself by replacing her pacifier with her thumb and while it helped it wasn’t enough to prevent the tears from streaming down her face. Her tears turned into a light sob when she noticed he wasn’t immediately returning after grabbing her bottle and blanket and thought for a moment he was never going to come back. Her fears soon subsided after seeing him leave the car with her items and diaper bag around his shoulder. She cried louder as he made his way back to her and became hysterical when she accidentally dropped her pacifier on the floor. He embraced her as soon as he reached her and swaddled her with her fleece baby blanket before picking her up and cradling her like a charming prince would hold a beautiful princess. He told her it was a bad daddy move to leave her alone and she’s definitely too little for that and he would not do that again. His consoling quickly changed her mood and soon she was playing peek-a-boo with him behind her blanket between taking quick gulps of juice from her baby bottle.

Sarah laid quietly in the back of her and her husband’s black SUV as he unpinned the pink bunny rabbit diaper pins that secured her cloth diaper around her waist. Her bare feet rested on the bottom of the soft vinyl coated changing mat next to the plastic baby motif panties that had just been removed. She shivered a little as her husband turned daddy wiped her with a cold baby wipe that had not had a chance to fully warm up from the late spring morning’s frost. Thankfully her large pacifier comforted her as her husband ensured her diaper area was impeccably clean. Her shivers continued as her husband applied the extra cold diaper rash cream to a few areas of concern and to the bottom of her two large butt cheeks. Once satisfied with the rash treatment and protection her husband placed the diaper rash cream and diaper pins in the side pocket of her princess themed diaper bag and retrieved a medium sized super dry kids diaper. Sarah giggled as her husband unfolded the diaper and effortlessly slid under her butt that he lifted off the ground simply by holding up her ankles. It was not often she got to wear disposable diapers as her husband did not like their environmental toll but he too preferred the ease of use of those diapers over their cloth counterparts. After situating the diaper perfectly under her bum he grabbed the large container of baby powder and covered her diaper area, thighs, and lower stomach with it. Sarah smiled behind her pacifier as he expertly applied the single tapes on each side of the diaper and pulled her into a sitting position. Sarah quickly gave him the biggest hug wrapping her hands around his neck and thanked him for changing her diaper before he picked her up and carried her with her diapered behind resting on top of his strong right arm as he pushed the cart of cloth diapers and her baby themed clothing into the laundromat.

Amanda handed me the dry diaper before pulling the front of my diaper down and started to wipe me clean with a warm baby wipe. "You still have a bit of a rash around your thighs honey" she said as she applied diaper rash creme. The cool morning air mixed with the cream felt refreshing as she fanned my diaper area dry with the diaper I had been holding, "You're such a big helper!" she said as I lifted my legs up exposing my plump behind to be wiped clean, "Can you lift your bottom up for Manders now?" I pulled my legs back towards my head and Amanda pulled the used diaper out from under me and quickly slid the fresh one under me by grabbing my ankles and push back on them every so slightly. The feeling of the dry cotton was wonderful and it was only made better by the thick layer of baby powder sprinkled all over my butt, diaper area and lower abdomen. Amanda seeing the amount of powder that landed on my stomach took her finger and drew a heart making me smile.

Amanda set the baby monitor's parent handset down in the crib next to my leg and gently rubbed my back while telling me it's ok, she's here to take care of me. While she patted my back she skillfully pulled my pajama shirt up slightly while pulling the back the waistband of my pajama bottoms and diaper ensuring nothing was going on with my backside. Her motions seemed almost instinctual and in a weird way put me at ease. "It's okay sweetie pie, we'll feel soooo much better when we get you all nice and dry, won't we baby?" I nodded slightly but it was enough for her to notice. "Oh yes we will, yes we will." she answered rhetorically while lowering the railing of the crib because she was obviously not strong enough to lift me out of it like my husband was. "Now honey, I know we talked about this last night but I just want to make sure you know that you can tell me no," she reminded me as she embraced me with one hand under my bottom and the other one around my back and carried me with her stomach touching mine over to the changing table. "I do want you to know that I'm a pro when it comes to taking care of babies but you're certainly the oldest one I have seen" she continued as she laid me down on the soft vinyl changing pad and secured the cloth safety belt across my tummy. I could not help it or understand these feelings but smiled at her and felt completely relaxed as I resumed kicking my legs feeling how the wet diaper moved against my crotch. My leg motions become much quicker as I squirmed on the changing table reacting to the tickles to my sides and stomach. I blushed and felt my face get hot as I let out the loudest giggles when Amanda advanced the tickling with raspberries on my bare tummy. "S.... S.... Sttt. Stop!" I giggled as the raspberries continued. Luckily for me she complied but not before she rubbed her nose with mine and kissed my forehead. "Amanda, you make me happy." I said. "You make ME happy!" Amanda responded as she kissed my forehead three more times. "Yes YOU do" she said rubbing her hand over my tummy. "You make me happy too!" I smiled and felt the most safest and loving feelings come over me. I could not explain it but it was wonderful. A few days ago I had so many worries and my days were consumed with anxiety and the unknown of tomorrow would bring. I did not feel that now. I knew Amanda slept next to my husband last night and I know they had to be cuddled up next to each other. She was too pretty not to be and given her lack of clothes left no doubt to that. It would be a lie if I said I found her attractive but her large breasts that sat behind her lacy bra made me fall in love with her in a non sexual way. It was like I immediately admired everything she did and was capable of. She was capable of dressing like an adult, she was capable of keeping my husband company, she was capable of taking charge, she was capable of using the potty, evident by her black lace panties, she was capable of taking care of me, and I immediately loved that about her. "Tank you Manda" I said behind my pacifier. "Thank you honey!" Amanda said pulling my pajama bottoms off and dropping them into the clothing hamper. "I am so happy I get to take care of you." she said with a dry diaper in her hand and undoing the tabs of my diaper.

I woke and laid on my back gazing toward the nursery curtains that were clearly blocking the morning sunshine. Between the sounds of the furnace kicking on I could hear the slightest sounds of birds chirping outside. I wondered if they were hungry and waiting for their breakfast to be fed to them like I was. Part of me thought about calling out to my husband but another part wondered how long he’d keep me in here if I didn’t. I knew he could see and hear me on the baby monitor which I passively used to try to wake him and get his attention. My diaper was wet and the area between my thighs and up felt squishy and warm. The fresh scent of the nursery mixed with the smell of stale urine really making me feel like a baby. I thought about pulling down my pajama pants and undoing the velcro tabs to air out but as I bent my legs to do so I was met with a pleasant surprise. I noticed as I moved my legs the diaper felt a bit cooler and the more I moved the closer it felt to the cool gelled padding that covered most of my butt cheeks. That cool damp feeling was something I was realizing I enjoyed, it was almost pleasant, kind of like sitting on an ice pack that had been left out overnight. The rash cream must have worked wonders on my thighs because the ruffled leak guards certainly did not bug me today. I kept moving my legs almost as if I were pedaling a bike and while doing so plopped my pacifier still tethered to my pajamas in my mouth. I’m not sure how long I kept this up as the mobile above my head and the crinkles of my diaper and crib mattress put me into a trace until the nursery door opened. ”Good morning daddy!” I said to the silhouette that appeared against the bright living room light momentarily blinding me and making me cover my eyes with my hands. ”Definitely wet aren’t you?” A voice asked that was clearly not my husbands and immediately made me feel worried, scared, embarrassed, and extremely vulnerable, so much that I began to cry.

I would later find out as I slept freshly changed on my back with the diaper’s plastic edge slightly over my exposed belly button blanketless in the nursery’s crib my husband and Amanda continued their conversation in the living room just outside the nursery’s door. They seemed to really take a liking to each other bonding on how much they loved to take care of someone, evident by both of them focusing on the baby monitor’s video every time I made a subtle move. I could not lie, a large part of me felt very special knowing two people were watching me sleep. While the crib was lonely, knowing they could see me made me happy and feel safe. ”She’s precious, isn’t she?” Amanda asked glancing at the monitor and then to the three stacked diapers on the coffee table sitting next to it and her wine glass. ”She sure is!” My husband gleamed back. “I’ve waited for this for so long, I’ve always wanted to care for her like this and she seems to be adapting so quickly. I’m really getting the feeling she’s loving it.” ”She sure is adorable. I think she likes it too. Once you get past the embarrassment, what’s not to like?” Amanda inquired. ”Do you want to see for yourself?” My husband asked unfolding one of the disposable diapers on the coffee table and handing it to Amanda. ”It’s really not my thing but these diapers are sure cute. How about we just let her play in one of these and her T-shirt in the morning?” ”Oh, are you planning on staying the night?” My husband asked. ”If it’s ok, besides, you should take advantage of this free babysitter while you can.” Amanda smirked while taking a closer look at the baby monitor. “I’d love to watch her a bit more in the morning and maybe you could sleep in.” ”Are you sure?” My husband asked. ”I just need something to sleep in, I can’t sleep good in these clothes. Tell me your wife has something more adultish to wear?” ”Well, she does but I’m not sure how she would feel about you wearing the lingerie set we just got when we went shopping. But you could wear any of her pajamas that are in the nursery.” ”Or how about I sleep in these?” Amanda asked as she unzipped her jeans revealing sexy black panties. “They match this” she said as she removed her shirt exposing her matching bra and leaving her large breasts and cleavage out for my husband to see. ”I… I… I…” my husband stammered. ”I know, you’re used to panties that crinkle aren’t you? I promise I’m potty trained. How about I sleep snuggled up to you big daddy?” ”Amanda...” ”Shhhhh, it’s ok, your wife told me it was okay. But she said only if she got to be the one in diapers.”

Question for the mommies and daddies out there: what’s your go to when you need to re-tape a non hook and loop disposable back on your little when the built in tabs have failed or you discover there’s no need for a new diaper yet?

I looked down at the adorable 34 year old woman laying down on the changing table in her vacation rental’s nursery. She looked so relaxed half asleep instinctively sucking on her Halloween styled pacifier. “Shhhhh honey, it’s ok baby, I’ll have you in a nice dry diaper as soon as I finish cleaning all that icky pee pee off you.” I felt her thighs tighten and saw her soft abdomen flex and was worried she would sit up and feel scared as my first attempt at calming her didn’t seem to do the trick. “It’s ok sweetie, yes it is, everything will be ok, I promise” I said gently rubbing her tummy with my left hand and running my right hand through her hair. After a few seconds her muscles relaxed and her eyes closed as she drifted back to sleep. I grabbed a couple wipes from the baby wipe warmer and began to clean up her diaper area. To my surprise she slept through all of it. Satisfied with my clean up job I balled up the large printed adult diaper and placed it in the diaper genie surprised that it fit without issue. I grabbed a dry diaper from the changing table shelf and before I could do it myself her husband grabbed her ankles and lifting her bottom off the changing table’s thick changing pad allowing me to slide it under her rear end. “I like the team work” I said smiling at him. “She’s got quite the rash doesn’t she?” He nodded and said he had been treating it with the cream next to the bottle of powder. I opened the tube and and rubbed a good size amount of it on to my fingers and began working it over her irritated skin. “Poor baby, that rash has to hurt. You’re so strong for handling this so well,” I whispered to her knowing she likely could not hear me at all as she still seemed sound asleep. I grabbed the bottle of lavender scented powder and sprinkled it generously over her diaper area before pulling the diaper up over her crotch causing her to wake up briefly enough to smile and say “thank you daddy” before falling back to sleep. I suppose it made sense she was used to him changing her and his hands were still holding her ankles ensuring I made her diaper for nice and tight as I secured the tapes. I finished her diaper change by pulling her pajama bottoms back up to her waist and pulling down her pajama’s shirt letting it rest on the waistband of the new diaper about 2 inches above her pajama bottoms’ waistband. I didn’t realize how much I needed someone to careful until I was done with the diaper change. I knew she needed to be placed down in her crib for the night but I didn’t want to leave her. I felt a strange connection to her which did not make much sense as I had met her just a few hours earlier. “A little snuggle never hurt anyone right?” I asked myself as her husband had left the room presumably to pour a glass of wine for me in the living room. I picked her up and carried her to the rocking chair and began to rock her gently kissing her forehead. “You are the sweetest baby girl I have ever known” I said to her knowing she couldn’t hear me but wishing she did. It felt good being able to share the love I had to give and care for someone who voluntarily depended on someone else to take care of them. It made me feel strong, loved, and accepted, all feelings I had been missing for quite sometime. I wanted to rock her close to my chest all night but knew I couldn’t and finally carried her over to her crib and kissed her goodnight. As much as I enjoyed her husband’s company I wished I could have snuggled her all night in my bed but I knew the crib was safest place for her and reluctantly closed the door to her nursery before meeting her husband in the living room. In my mind I imagined him trying to seduce me or regress me to a baby like his wife. I pictured myself having my panties taken away and being put in one of those bunny diapers perhaps getting bottle fed or held in his lap and bottle fed. It wasn’t something I wanted but I had made myself believe that’s all he was interested in. To my surprise, I was wrong. He thanked me so much for taking care of her and asked what he could do to make sure I was comfortable with him, her and what inspired tonight and by the tone of his voice and the obvious look of solace in his face I knew he was being genuine. I felt silly having those other thoughts about him making me his baby or seducing me enter my mind l, though I wouldn’t be lying if I said I wasn’t starting to feel attracted to him. ”Just let me babysit again, ok?”

Amanda could not stop with the questions and I was loving it. She understood what I felt and why I agreed to this dynamic for the week. She asked what would happen next week? Would I miss being a baby? How did my husband feel about this all ending? It was a lot to think about. “I’m looking forward to using the potty and wiping myself,” I joked likely due to the amount of alcohol I consumed. “But I’m going to miss my pacifier and my night time bottles.” I thought about the things that were uncomfortable like having a diaper bag tag along everywhere we went or worrying about my diaper being exposed to someone accidentally. “‘My not going to miss the logistics that goes along with being a baby” I continued, “and I don’t think he will either” I said leaning into my husband. “But I will miss the naps, the baths, the lotion applications, and the snuggles.” I wish I could have the best of both worlds but did not know how that would work. I wanted to be babied but not be a baby. I wanted to be an adult but didn’t want the stresses that went with it. “I just want to be a permanent adult baby.” My husband smiled hearing this but he didn’t understand what I meant. Amanda seemed to get it though. She said you can just be my best friend and it’s ok if you wear diapers. Then she insisted that if I wanted extra love and attention that’s ok too. I smiled at her and she wrapped her hands around me giving me biggest hug gently rubbing the back of my pajama pants as I flooded my diaper with the alcohol I had drank tonight. Sensing my embarrassment Amanda hugged me tighter and whiskered it was ok in my ear and she would be happy to change me when I was ready. She then picked me up and sat me in her lap bouncing my wet diaper on her thigh as my husband emptied my drink into my baby bottle and handed it to her. The nipple would soon land in my mouth and the last thing I remembered before having my diaper untapped on my changing table by hands much smaller than my husband’s was snuggling into her chest as she fed me my bottle.

“Saaa…. Saaa. So you’re not weirded out? You’re bit weirded out that I have been treated like a baby all week? You’re ok with all of this? I don’t understand. I’m still struggling with accepting his desires to see me like this.” Amanda seemed surprised by this and asked why did I go along with it if I didn’t like it. She said she wasn’t offended by any of it and didn’t expect a couple to share this part of them. She also said she had also felt like someone who wanted to care for someone I conditionally and caring for an adult like a baby was the epitome of unconditional love. A baby could not choose to love someone unconditionally. They did not have that concept and they really just relied on their parents for survival. An adult got to choose, and nothing was more beautiful than an adult choosing another adult to care for their every need. Then she said what I had been thinking but unable to verbalize all week, and the adult being babied gets to choose how vulnerable they want to be. In her opinion the one being baby was the strongest of the group. Changing diapers was easy, wearing and wetting them and having someone you trusted change them was not. Trusted. That word meant everything to me. I trusted my husband and I began to trust Amanda. Why Amanda? She got it and I could tell she meant what she said. I didn’t trust many people outside of these too for reasons I do it want to share, at least not yet. ”Daddy? Can Amanda have a sleepover tonight? I want to show her my nursery and can she take me to the bathroom? I really have to pee.” My husband looked at me not knowing what to say. He said babies use their diapers sweetie and staying over is up to Amanda. Amanda without skipping a beep said she knew how to change diapers and would love to stay over before ordering another round for all of us.