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  1. Logan Abernathy was on the move again, leaving the office after a busy day at work. He hadn't had any real "cases" in a while; he was just a paper-pusher these days, and it was boring work. The man had a haggard look to him; his eyes were tired, his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, and his suit was rumpled. He'd forgotten to shave the day before, and the stubble on his cheeks and chin lent itself to his worn-out appearance; he wanted to get home and groom himself, make sure everything was neat. Before the man could truly leave, however, the door to the law firm swung open with a loud bang, "Mr. Abernathy, sir, you forgot this!" Compared to him, the subordinate was weak-looking, small and weedy, with no muscle at all. He simply took the proffered suitcase from the shaking man with a curt nod, and walked away, one hand crammed deep into his pocket after he took a moment to loosen his tie. The dark-haired lawyer didn't even bother to thank his subordinate, simply carrying the suitcase slung over his shoulder with one hand on the handle, cigarette smoking between his lips. When he was sure the kid had retreated, he smirked; the little bastard was just a baby compared to him, so small and pitiful. In this world, he was on the top of the food-chain, the boss of the firm who'd crush everyone underneath his leather, wing-tipped shoes and leave his weak competition begging for mercy, choking in the dirt. A cruel smirk made its way onto his face as he stomped away from the law office, contemplating exactly how easily he could handle his next case. Sometimes, all it took was a little flattery, a little under-the-table bribery, and the clients fell to their knees in front of him and kissed the ground he walked on. It was almost sad, how easily he could twist these people around his finger without even expending any effort; part of him felt just a touch bad, but he soon quashed that sentimental nonsense. He had no time to pity anyone, not when he was in pursuit of prestige and nothing else. Besides, they were weak and he was strong; that was simply how life went. Those who were too sentimental usually also wound up being people he scorned; why waste time feeling bad about something when it doesn't involve or impact you in any way? As long as something didn't impact him, Logan was content to ignore it; he felt was above others' trivial affairs. Over the years, many people had tried coercing him into marriage, asking him out on dates, or convincing him to have children, but what purpose would that serve? It would only hold him back, to be attached to someone else; such sentimental things were just signs of weakness. He knew people who'd had babies-god forbid-and the shitting, pissing creatures often deprived them of their jobs until they were able to sustain themselves. To him, infants and those who behaved like them were the most disgusting examples of humanity rather than the most innocent; they were the weakest of them all, so helpless it made his stomach churn. Helplessness was something he despised in any person, no matter how young; it was better to grow up hardened by experience than to be trampled underfoot later in life by someone stronger and more self-sufficient. That was simply how life was; either you made yourself strong, or you were at the bottom of the food-chain. He didn't make the rules, he simply circumnavigated them to his own convenience, and now he was on top, a predator with enough strength and cunning to topple any obstacle. Over the years, he'd made quite a few enemies among those who saw him as unnecessarily cruel rather than efficient, but he'd long since stopped bothering to keep track of them all. They were a tiny minority in a sea of people who looked up to him and accepted their rightful places beneath him; a dirty speck in a clean ocean. Not worth his time in the slightest. Logan Abernathy simply kept walking, making his way towards the parking lot as he removed the cigarette from his freshly-parted lips, blowing smoke into the air. He looked bored, his expression set in a disinterested sort of frown as he strode forth with a lazy sort of confidence, his voice a tired drawl, "What do you want? Can't you see that I'm busy?" @dontyouloveyourmommy
  2. BunBun is my bestest friend ever.
  3. I'm truly 42. But it's really true that inside I'm just a scared 15 year old. Always. When I'm 15, I need diapers cuz I have accidents. So what? That doesn't mean I'm a baby, like my sister always teases me. And...okay, I sometimes use my pacifier. Big whoop. It has a calming thing to it. Stop teasing me! By the way, I do not think you can hear or see that I'm wearing diapers when I'm wearing my basketball nylon pants. No way. Anyone else feel like that 24/7/365 like me?
  4. From the album: Amytheil's Diaper Bag

    This thing holds onto everything I need, including pockets on the outside for bottles, and pockets on the inside for pacifiers, clips, and additional bottle nipples.
  5. From the album: Amytheil's Diaper Bag

    Is this not the most adorable thing ever?
  6. Edit 7/8/2017: Thank you guys SO much for the recent support! I really appreciate all your favorites and page views. Use Code: 30FREESHIP for free shipping on orders of $30+ now until 7/25/17 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Use code: ILOVEYOU for 10% off your purchase of $5 or more until June
  7. I sleep with my pacifier fairly often its a Nuk5(i think i have no idea how to measure it, was a gift from a friend) buts im unable to sleep with it wihtout putting up with pain on my two front teeth on the top of my mouth after waking up. Is this a sign the pacifier is sitting to far forward in my mouth and i need a longer neck? Other than the pain there is no chance on tooth position and this is after nearly a year of sleeping at least once a week with a pacifier. How should a pacifier sit on your mouth??
  8. I finally got a Visa gift card and I'm using it to buy an adult pacifier online. Does anyone know of any cheap brands that make decent quality adult pacifiers? Cheap meaning $11 max. Thanks!
  9. http://mashable.com/2016/06/02/justin-bieber-pacifier/#Gf61BoLSbgqQ An excerpt: "Justin Beiber, 22,
  10. From the album: Pipsqueakstevie

    This is me just relaxing as a sissy.

    © pipsqueakstevie

  11. Hello! Apologies if this is in the wrong place. I've been trying to find a source where I can buy silicone pacifier nipples. Does anyone know where they're sold? Preferably they'd be nuk 3's or 5's. I want to modify and glamify pacifiers to sell on etsy. It looks like fun.
  12. Chapter 1 He awoke to the sound of a car's engine starting up, and immediently knew that something was wrong. For one thing, he was in a great deal of pain-something he hadn't felt for God knows how long-he was sitting in something that was soaked, that clung to his bottom, and his thighs and bottom were hurting so badly that he couldn't help but start crying. What didn't help was the alteration of his vision; every bright light made his eyes ache, and everything looked to be larger than he was. As he moved himself around, he felt something tighten around his body, and unleashed an annoyed curse when he found that it only served to put pressure on his already aching thighs and bottom. Sobs erupted from his lips before he could hope to stop them, and he heard someone sigh. "The bastard's awake, Fazbear." The name automatically sent a wave of hate and anger throughout his body, and before he could react, opening his mouth to scream, something was forced into his mouth. "He's just being difficult; just check his diaper and make for damn sure he's nice and wet." At the sound of that, he felt confused; what did they mean, nice and wet? If they put him into a diaper, didn't they intend to get him out of it? He was about to ask, when a hand jerked back the waistband of the wet diaper and a man with black hair peered into it with a malicious grin on his painted face. "The poor thing didn't wet his diaper enough yet; thank God. I guess he's just cranky." What in fresh hell was this? Frustrated, he spat out the rubber thing that had been in his mouth and tried to speak, "What the fuck is going on-" Nobody seemed to pay his words any heed; whoever had spoken earlier was silent, and the painted man just plucked the rubber object up from the ground, dusting it off before plopping it back in his waiting mouth. Bothered by this development, he spat it out once again, and began talking once more, "Tell what's happening! I didn't sign up for this shit-" when, once more, the dreaded object created to make him placid was forced back into his mouth. The painted man smiled when he sighed in surrender, folded his arms, and began sucking on the rubber. "What a funny baby; you just want attention, don't you? Spitting out your cute little pacifier and babbling like that; you're just so adorable, trying to be a big boy." This was strange; did they not hear him, or were they just not listening to a word he said? Bothered by being ignored, he plucked the offending rubber from his mouth again, and this time, he screamed his words at the top of his lungs in hopes that somebody would listen, "Why am I here, and who are you people?!" After a moment of heavy breathing, he saw the painted man smirk coldly as the engine stopped, and heard a loud click when the man pressed down on the thing that had been holding his body in place, lifting him from it with ease. He was bounced up and down gently as the man carried him out of the car, murmuring in his ear, "Be quiet, baby; it's okay. You're just confused because you're in a new place, aren't you?" For a moment, he was silent, attempting to digest whatever was going on, when he realized something that was truly horrifying. This man wasn't much larger than he was; his long, now fleshy legs were still dangling from the man's hold on his bottom right over the arms that clutched him, and he still retained his budging muscle. His wavy, brown hair remained as long as ever, and he was wearing a sodden cloth diaper big enough to swaddle him. He was human again, still an adult, but how, and why? As he tried desperately to escape the grip that held him firmly in place, he saw the other problem with this. The man who had just left the car, the one who had an oddly large diaper bag slung over his shoulder and walked at the flank of the one who held him, was carrying a loaded machine gun that was aimed right at his body.
  13. Hello there! this is a post aimed to people who: Live with their parents, live with roomates, or overall, don't live alone at all. How many baby things have you lost or have been caught by the people surrounding you? I think this is an interesting topic and a way to let out some steam... For example here are some stories of mine: I've bought a boy pacifier and I always was hiding it but suddenly I forgot about that and my mom found it and she thought it belonged to my baby cousin so she gave it to my aunt and I was like:
  14. Hey everyoneCan I get some feedback on pacifiers and bottles.No mention of Nuk or custom made ones.I want to know where to get good pacifiers and bottles?At the moment I have the extra large tommee tippee super soft ones from Australia which are my favourite.Also happy baby extra large from Australia.
  15. *This is my first poll so if I've messed up the format please forgive me.
  16. Purple Pacifier:http://www.ebay.com/itm/181862525153Sport Print Onesie:http://www.ebay.com/itm/181862499128Sport Print Training Pants:http://www.ebay.com/itm/181862510508Tan Shortalls:http://www.ebay.com/itm/181862540478
  17. I'm interested in being in touch with people over 50 who also love to wear pretty much only cloth diapers (esp. prefolds) and who also love to regress into infancy while wearing them, as I do. I do not wear my diapers often, once or twice a week, but I can't resist the feeling of a double- or triple-thick cloth diaper (usually with a soaker pad) covered with a roomy pair of yellow or pink baby panties. I love to suck my paci while reading a sissy baby story (I'm a sissy baby too) and it's very important for me to wet my diaper and then to make baby creamies in my diaper after reading for awhile. What about you?
  18. I have been thinking about getting myself a pacifier to suck on and every time that I go into somewhere like the co op or pound land to buy myself one I somehow get scared and leave with out buying one