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kloeedl 1 month
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princesscaterpee 28 days
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Hello all!
My name is princess caterpee. I'm a long time lurker, first time poster. I've been wanting to join the space for a while but I never had the nerves. That said, let's all play nice and enjoy our diaper kink together 馃槈
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humblevisions 4 months
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(KIMI'S PUNISHMENT PART 1)
In a serene corner of a public park in Japan, Kimi found herself in a surreal situation. The midday sun cast a warm glow on the sand beneath her, and the gentle breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees. Despite the tranquility of her surroundings, Kimi's current reality was anything but peaceful.
Clad in white tube socks and a cropped sailor uniform top that exposed her diapered state, Kimi squatted in the sandbox, an embodiment of her public punishment. She suckled a pacifier for comfort, a stark contrast to the image of a 23 year old college student she had once been. Curiously holding onto the small plush teddy bear she found in the sand for comfort she reflected on her past actions while doing her best to ignore her stomach cramps.
"'I spread misinformation about Goo.N diapers having toxic materials,' I thought, my heart heavy with humiliation and regret. 'Now, I'm forced to wear the very diapers I slandered, for all my toilet needs. It's poetic justice, they say, but it feels like a never-ending nightmare. I just wanted to make an interesting tiktok video. How was I supposed to know it would go viral?'
As the cramps intensified, I clenched my shrunken teddy bear even tighter, trying to find solace in its faded presence. My face turned a deep shade of red, and I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.
"'I'm here, in my crop top sailor uniform, socks, holding my shrunken teddy bear, sucking on a pacifier,' I reflected, feeling the slow, inevitable large push of poop into my already soaked diaper. 'I'm being watched by other park-goers, and I'm soiling my diaper. This is my life now, a humiliating spectacle for all to see. I'm not sure if this is much better than the alternative. 10 years in prison and a 1 million yen fine or a 1 year diaper punishment, complete with having to drop out of school to be looked after by my mom, treated like an over-sized toddler, and biweekly visits to Goo.N headquarters to test new products with other actual babies.'
The mixture of shame, embarrassment, and the physical sensation of the poop spreading through my diaper overwhelmed me. The stares from other park goers is too much. Yup, I'm about to start sobbing. And here comes my mother to comfort me...Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sat in the sandbox, my emotions growing more intense with each passing moment. It was a punishment that cut deep, a stark reminder of the consequences of my actions, and I could only pray that this year of regression would eventually come to an end. I'm not sure I can take much more of this.
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que0215 6 months
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maybe just a bit wet馃ズ
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babyabdlboy 4 months
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Feeling like a little baby laying in bed with a pullup on..
Don't forget to react on my latest post witch diaper i need to buy to pee when i hit 2000 followers
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crinkledbooty 1 month
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diapersexygirls 5 months
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humblevisions 3 months
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A Nation in Transition (Part 4)
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Haruka sat alone, the echo of the door closing still reverberating through the now-still apartment, leaving her in a silence that was almost suffocating. She was acutely aware of her state of undress, the air cool on her exposed skin, a stark reminder of the surreal and deeply humiliating edict she was now compelled to follow. Her heart was a frantic drumbeat in her chest, each thump a resonant reminder of the indignity she had just endured.
She drew her knees up to her chest, the motion instinctive, a futile attempt to shield herself from the invisible eyes she felt upon her. The reality of her situation settled like a heavy shroud. The walls of her apartment, once a refuge from the world鈥檚 demands, now felt like the confines of a very different reality, one that was both absurdly comedic and tragically oppressive.
With the pack of Goo.N diapers鈥攁n absurdly juvenile item, now her stark reality鈥攍ying beside her, Haruka was the picture of dejection. She was a caricature of the independence and adulthood she had once embodied, her agency stripped away as effectively as her clothing. The thought that she, a competent and once-autonomous adult, was reduced to such infantilism, was a blow to her sense of self, leaving her feeling small in more ways than one.
In the dim light of her apartment, Haruka's reflection was a ghostly presence in the room. The contours of her body, usually concealed under layers of fabric, were now starkly visible, illuminated by the soft glow from the streetlamp outside her window. Her skin, pale and smooth, seemed almost luminescent against the dark backdrop of her surroundings. Each curve and angle of her body was thrown into sharp relief, her bony hips and the gentle curves of her bottom more pronounced in her current state of undress.
She shifted slightly, the movement causing her skin to brush against the cool hardwood floor. The sensation was a stark reminder of her vulnerability, a physical echo of the emotional exposure she felt. The chill from the floor seeped into her skin, a cold embrace that contrasted sharply with the warmth she longed for.
Haruka wrapped her arms around herself, seeking comfort in her own embrace. Her fingers traced the lines of her ribs, the softness of her stomach, a silent testament to the fragility and beauty of the human form. Yet, in this moment, her body felt like it belonged to someone else, an object caught in the maelstrom of circumstances beyond her control. The hem of her t shirt fell back down to her belly button as she stared at the Goo.N package with her hands at her side.
Haruka tentatively reached for the diaper, unfolding it with a sense of disbelief. The baby powder like smell was quite pungent, the front waistband adorned with soft pastel patterns, and the outer surface was plastic and slick like a garbage bag. The embarrassment of being told she would have to wear diapers wasn't quite as humbling as putting it on. When put into position the snug fit against her body only amplified her humiliation. The diaper, designed for much smaller bodies, stretched around her hips, its snugness a constant reminder of her new, infantilized reality. The rustling sound it made with every movement was a mortifying chorus to her thoughts, echoing in the silent room. She couldn't help but question, with a pang of despair, how she would ever find love or companionship in such a state. The very idea of a romantic future seemed grotesquely unattainable, the image of herself in diapers, reduced to the most basic and undignified of human conditions, was a barrier that felt insurmountable.
Haruka鈥檚 thoughts turned back to the words of Ms. Sato, the social worker, who had left her in this state of vulnerability. The mandate was clear: she needed someone to assist her, to change her, an idea so demeaning that it churned her stomach with discomfort. The thought of asking anyone to undertake such a task was unbearable, yet it was a necessity imposed upon her by an uncaring law.
Her mind raced as she contemplated her limited options. The neighbor to her left, the handsome man in his late 20s, seemed approachable, yet the idea of revealing her situation to him, a near stranger, filled her with dread. How could she even begin that conversation? The mere thought of it flushed her cheeks with embarrassment. Would he look at her with pity, or worse, disgust? Or would he simply turn her away, unable to confront the awkwardness of the situation?
To her right lived the single mother of two, already burdened with her own responsibilities. She seemed kind and understanding, but Haruka couldn鈥檛 shake off the guilt of potentially adding to her neighbor's load. How could she ask such a favor from a woman who was already juggling so much?
Each option spun in Haruka's mind, a carousel of embarrassment and anxiety. The humiliation of her predicament was overwhelming, a heavy cloud that threatened to suffocate her spirit. The thought of exposing her most vulnerable self to anyone, let alone her neighbors, was a bridge she never thought she鈥檇 have to cross. The social worker鈥檚 words were a cold reminder of the reality she now faced: find someone to assist her, or face the legal consequences of non-compliance. It was a choice between two humiliations, and Haruka felt trapped by the weight of her dilemma.
(photo credit goes to @sugarylittlexxx)
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diaper333 1 month
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I didn't mean to
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p4vlek 2 months
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1x Pull-Up + 1x Diaper + 1x Plastic Pant = Happy Boy? 馃檲馃槍
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babyabdlboy 2 months
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Who wants to care for this little baby馃懚馃徎
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Wet the diaper very much it was so full馃き馃き
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