Ab Dl Lifestyle - Blog Posts

Hi hi. Are you into abdl stuffs.

omg yess! id luv a mommy or daddy to makr me ther pretty baby, so long as im still a cute horny lik bimbo~

Wie findet ihr meinen Onesie? 🤗

Mir gefällts wie der schön den Windelpo betont ^^

Ähhhhhm und natürlich sieht man die nasse Windel darunter gar nicht mehr 🙈🙈

How do you guys like my onesie? 🤗

I like how it highlights my diaper butt ^^

Uhhhhhm and of course you can‘t see my wet diaper underneath 🙈🙈

Now listen to Mummy.

I’m going to be super busy with work this week, so I won’t be around much—but you know just how much I care about your wellbeing and stress levels, don’t think for a second that my absence means you're off the hook...

So here’s what you're going to do.

I want you to make sure you relieve yourself, I want you to do cummies, but only when I say so.

Don’t let all that tension build up too much—self love is important to Mummy remember? But we have standards in this house, don't we? ...and I expect you to meet them.

I want you feeling good, not frustrated, and my poor baby struggles if he's pent up, doesn't he?? Not that you recognise it...

That little brain of yours just doesn't work...

But first, you’re going to sit there and show Mummy exactly what you do with those silly little fumbly hands. Go on—don’t be shy.

I want to watch you try and make cummies.

It’s adorable, really, how seriously you take it, like you actually know what you’re doing...

Oh and I’ll be stopping you when your breathing gets all funny and your little face goes all blushy...oh baby, you're just the cutest...

Don't worry, I'll be pointing out every little mistake, telling you to put more effort in for Mummy, setting the pace, maybe some words of encouragement—because clearly someone needs a lot of help!

Good thing Mummy’s here to teach you properly…I want 100% effort...as always.

Tell Mummy, on a scale of zero to five...how close are you to cummies?

Ohhh, only a 4.5?

...try harder for Mummy...

Faster.

Keep going baby...

That's my boy...⭐❤️

"Shoes off sweet boy," I said the moment he stepped in the door, it was late. "Phone on the shelf."

He sighed, taking his shoes off.

"Work's done, no need to think anymore, you're home."

It was an intense day, he looked exhausted- lost in that pretty little head...

"You didn't have time for lunch again", I said. Not a question. A fact.

"Mummy can tell..."

He shook his head. "My meetings ran over. I was going to, just grabbed something on the trai—"

"Shhhh", I cut in, soft but stern. "You're done making decisions. Bathroom. Now."

He didn’t argue. Just nodded, already unbuttoning his shirt as he headed up the stairs. I had the bath ready with his favourite bubbles. He paused when he saw it.

"Oh Mummy..."

“Let Mummy help you do a big boy peepee first..." —I stood behind him, my hips pressed against his back, my hands making my way round his waist, unbuttoning his fly as his trousers dropped to the floor...— "I take care of what’s mine, and you are mine." I whispered in his ear as my hands held him, his body relaxing into mine.

"Now, flush the toilet and get in the bath."

He did as he was told.

Once he was settled in the water, I sat on the edge of the bath and gently washed his face and hair, taking care to not get any soap in his eyes. I worked my way down his body, neck, shoulders, arms- washing away the day...

I watched as the assertive, directing man with never ending responsibilities slowly melted into my baby before my eyes.

He didn’t need to perform or initiate here, he needed to feel safe and protected. I took my time making sure he was clean and dry.

Then we brushed our teeth together, took my time applying baby lotion, talc, gently wrapping him in the biggest diapee I could find and my favourite tortoise pyjamas.

"Time for bed." I peeled back the sheets- he shuffled under, so sleepy...

"Come here Gorgeous boy" I whispered as I climbed into bed next to him, pulling him close to my chest and pushing his favourite dummy between his lips.

"You’ve done enough. Let Mummy take care of the rest."

Stroking his hair and covering his face with the tiniest kisses, I whispered: "I’m so proud of you, you know? You worked so hard today."

I held him a little tighter, letting my hand rest gently at the nape of his neck.

My strong, brilliant boy—peaceful in my arms, exactly where he belonged.

He was mine to guide. Mine to protect. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed to a rhythmic pace...

And now, finally, he could rest knowing he was safe, wrapped in Mummy's love...

❤️

"Have you had any water this morning?"

I ask the question softly, but my eyes lock onto his. I don’t look away. I watch him.

There it is—the flicker of guilt, the way his gaze flinches just slightly before that little crease forms between his brows.

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.

"Say it," I murmur.

"I… forgot," he admits, voice low. Shameful.

I take a step closer. "No. You ignored it. There’s a difference."

He opens his mouth—probably to argue—but I raise a brow. One slow lift, paired with unbroken eye contact, and he shuts it again.

"Water." I say, the word sharp as a command.

He grumbles something under his breath as he turns toward the sink, but he goes. I don’t even have to repeat myself.

He fills a glass and starts to drink.

"That’s one," I say smoothly. "Pour another. That attitude earned you extra."

He pauses mid-sip. "But Mummy I don't like water and I have lots of meetings this afternoon and I’ll have to pee..."

I walk up behind him, close enough that he can feel me behind him. My voice brushes his ear.

"And whose fault is that?" I ask, soft but firm. "Do you think being careless with your body doesn’t come with consequences? Remember how important your kidneys are."

He swallows. I don’t even have to see his face to know he’s blushing.

He starts pouring the second glass and turns around to look at me making my way over to the rug.

I point to the floor and he knows it's his cue to come and lay for changies.

"Can I just use the big boy toilet today?"

I remain silent as I kneel down and pull over his changing bag, open it and start to pull out what I need.

"This is non-negotiable, and I don’t want to hear another word about—"

I stop mid-sentence as I turn and see him.

He’s standing there, arms crossed, a little spark of defiance in his eyes—testing me.

I let the silence stretch.

I lock eyes with him.

"Come. Here. Now."

He doesn’t move. Stubborn boy...

"I'm not asking again."

His arms drop. His shoulders dip.

"Please, no diapees today...these meetings are important..."

His voice wavers—but it’s enough. I know what’s coming.

"But Mummmmy I don't wanna..."

Here he is.

My little whiney boy.

I say nothing. Just lift one eyebrow and point to the floor in front of me. One sharp, deliberate gesture.

His eyes widen, just for a second. A soft sigh leaves him, full of resistance he doesn’t have the strength to act on.

He drags his feet, slow and sulky, but I don’t move. I watch him.

Each reluctant step is a little surrender. A quiet admission.

When he finally reaches me and sinks to the floor, I let the silence hang.

"Look sweetie..."

I pull his dummy out of the bag and push it between his lips,

"...stop being such a fussy boy. You have said yourself that this afternoon is going to be busy, if you don't have to leave your computer to do pee pees it will be easier. Have we already forgotten our little accident the other day? 'Little Mr Leaky Pants"

I gently *boop* his nose with my index finger then yank down his trousers and 'big boy' pants.

"Bum up for Mummy"

He does as he is told and presses his hips into the air as I slide a fresh nappy under his butt and he starts to lower them...

"Nah uh, Keep them up now for Mummy."

His tear filled eyes watch as I reach into the bag and pull out a second diapee and position it on top of the first.

Some inaudible muffled words attempt to navigate his dummy but it's pointless, I can't understand him. Silly baby...

"Shhhh. No talkies. Two nappies for my fussy boy" I say as I open his legs and push his knees up to his chin... "Hold them up for Mummy"

Taking my time, I gently swirl cream around his cute little hole with my finger, smooth some talc in my favourite creases and carefully tape up both nappies.

One on top of the other.

I direct him as he reluctantly places a foot, one-by-one into the legs of his trousers and shuffle them up to his hips. It's a tight squeeze over all that padding.

"There. Now you're ready for your big boy meetings."

I reach out with both hands and I pull him to a seated position so his face meets mine.

He doesn’t resist. Just lets me guide him, pouting the whole way.

That little frowny forehead of his—creased in the middle like he’s trying to stay mad, trying to hold onto some tiny shred of pride.

I let my thumb brush over the wrinkle.

"Such a face," I murmur, as I lift his chin up with my hand, more amused than anything.

"You pout like you’re not the one who put yourself here..."

Oh sweetpea, you're grinding so hard on Mummy's leg, are you excited about something?

Do you want to play grown-up humpies?

*Giggles*

What was that sweetie? I can't hear you...use your words...

You want to do it like you see them do in the films?!

Oh Pudding, both you and I know you're just a baby so you won't be able to manage it properly, but that's ok with Mummy...we can play...

Let me untape that big soggy nappy, it must be so heavy and BULKY inbetween your legs!

Oh my goodness! It's so warm — and FULL!

Has the big wet diapee got you all excited? Does it feel good rubbing against your little special bits???

So cute...who's Mummy's soggy botty boy??? Is it you?!

I think it might be....

Now, come closer to Mummy...

I want you between my thighs...

I need you to feel how wet you've made Mummy's pussy—

—not in a pissy way like your diapee...

That's it baby, just hold still.

There's no pressure, you'll probably get too overwhelmed...

Let Mummy's hips do all the rocking...

Keep still. Hold on tight to Mummy's hips...

All you have to do is lay there and look pretty while Mummy rubs against you...

Feels nice huh? — Mummy using you to get off like this...

...but don't forget- we are pretending to do grown up humpies- just playing...it can be our little secret...

Come on baby, don't be shy...

...if you're a very good boy I'll let you feel how warm Mummy's Diapee is...

I spread the blanket across the grass and begin unpacking the picnic I thoughtfully prepared— the sun is shining, it's a beautiful day.

"Sit down baby, it's time for some lunch"

He sits down with his legs crossed and looks up at me patiently. 

"Mummy, after we eat can we do the kisses???"

"Of course we can!" I giggle, "Make sure you drink plenty, we don't want you dehydrating do we? Cause that would be bad!"

He shakes his head furiously.

After the long walk, he drains the juice in one go and makes quick work of his lunch. We lay kissing and touching on the blanket in the sun, the world slowing around us- until I notice him starting to wriggle.

"Are you ok poppet? You're getting figety."

"Uhmm..—" he squirms, "I-I need to, um…—" his voice is so soft and quiet, there's a little frown forming on his forehead. 

"I need a wee wee Mummy..."

I adore him when he's so desperate.

It was a mistake letting him wear his big-boy pants today.

"Awwwww, see this is why you need diapees- then we don't have to worry about things like this. Do we?"

There's a long pause...

"No Mummy."

"Now be a good boy and get onto your knees."

"But Mummmmmy, people will seeee"

"Oh sweet boy, no one will pay attention to a baby doing a pee pee in public..."

I pull gently- but firmly on the buckle of his belt, lifting his hips up so he's on his knees and start slowly unbuttoning his jeans.

His cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he does as he's told as I position myself behind him - my body pressed up against his. 

Wrapping my arms around his hips and I feel his hands move to assist mine—"No touching! That's Mummy's job" — Feeling the inevitability of the situation, his hands drift to his sides, and he let's out a little relenting sigh...

I reach into his pants and pull him out, aiming at the grass and whisper into his ear;

"Okay baby...now just relax. Do a big wee wee for Mummy...Then we can get back to the kisses."

Oh sweet boy, you have no idea how much Mummy needs you.

After a long day you're the only one who can help.

I crave your grabby hands reaching for me as soon as I walk in the door, I'm exhausted and drained.

Soothe my busy mind and tired body- it's your job to make Mummy happy at the end of the day.

I want to feel your mouth all over me, pleasuring me in a way that only my boy can do...

I want that beautiful face nustled between my legs where it belongs... feeling your cheek pressed up against my thigh as you kiss me slowly, fully belonging to me.

I need to feel each gentle suck and flick of your tongue, as you please me- pushing your fingers deep inside...feeling my hips start to buck and the pressure start to build...

"...I'm so proud of you baby..."

That's it beautiful boy, do your best to make Mummy moan, you're the bestest at helping- such a keen bean to please...I love that...

You're the bestest...

And when I'm satisfied, and only then, I'll pull you up to snuggle beside me in bed, you're sleepy-

"Oh sweetie, I can feel how hard tasting me has made you"

You haphazardly attempt to grind against my thigh.

"Even through all that padding! Such enthusiasm for Mummy!" 🥲

Your eyes are heavy, you're fighting it- I can tell...

"Let's put your dummy in—"

I giggle

"—You look so pretty with my juice all over your face"

I lower my hand to your hip and pull open the tab on your diapee, slipping my hand in, pulling you towards me, slowly guiding you inside me... squeezing around you.

"It's so warm and wet for you. See...That feels good doesn't it.?"

You let out the softest little sigh as I wrap my arms and thighs around you simultaneously.

"Shhhhhh..."

With me gently kissing your forehead and stroking your hair you drift off to sleep, all safe and warm in Mummy's love...

"Nunight my gorgeous boy, sweet dreams..."

💋

"I've got a special treat for you today sweetpea..."

I say as I reach into the draw and pull out a pretty pink diapee.

He looks up at me with those big pretty eyes and I see his cheeks flush, he's sat on the edge of the bed where I left him...

I changed him into a nice clean diapee and dressed him in my favourite outfit.

He looks adorable 💙

"Mummy is going to spend the whole day with a padded bum like you."

I see him shift his weight in his seat with anticipation, it makes the yummyest soft crinkly sound.

"...Now. Mummy doesn't *need* to wear a diapee like you, Little Mr Stinky bum - you have no choice. Some people can't be trusted in big boy pants can they!?"

I see the tears begin to pool in his eyes.

"But Mummy I AM a BIG boy."

He protests.

"Shhhhhh...no talkies"

I push his favourite dummy in between his lips, he begins to suckle...and I hear a soft little sigh leave his nose.

I lift up my dress, and pull down my knickers, dropping them to the floor at his feet.

I see his eyes dart directly to what's between my legs...my boy loves Mummy's pussy...

I always catch him having a sneaky peak 🙈

I unfold the diapee, lay it on the bed next to him and sit onto the soft white padding.

I wiggle around to make sure it's positioned perfectly. The gentle crinkles of the material combined with the soft padding pressed against my clit does wild things to me...

I let out a soft moan.

I pull up the back section around my hips to meet the front, his curious eyes follow my every move...

I stand up to face him, his perfect little face in-line with my now padded pussy.

Looking down at him I cup his chin with my hand and lift his head so his eyes meet mine.

"Now. Be a good boy and help Mummy secure her tabs...

...If you help me get it comfy I might let you hold your hand against it later when I need to go pee pee- you can feel how nice and warm it gets as I fill it...."

"It's time to check that diapee-butt sweetie, have you made a yummy warm squishies for Mummy???..."

I whisper into his ear as I stand behind him. He's been sat there for hours...

I turn his computer chair around and pull him towards me, taking his little hands in mine, he looks up at me with those big pretty eyes...

His cheeks flush with a rosy glow as he looks away and I enjoy watching him squirm.

"but Mummmmmmy..."

He protests.

"I'm busy working!....I am a big boy!!!"

He genstures towards his computer screen and whines under his breath. I notice his voice start to break. I giggle. I love him all whimpery.

"Now sweetie, I know you're playing grown-ups, but you need a check...You've been so engrossed in that screen, I bet you haven't even noticed you needed a pee pee..."

He visibly squirms and his bottom lip starts to show...

"But I AM a big boy!!"

He huffs- frustrated- he stamps his feet.

I can't help but giggle again, but try to hide it when I notice a little frown appear on his face. It melts me.

He's so cute when he resists...

"No sweetpea, you're not a big boy, you're a baby... And you're my baby and you're wearing a diapee..." I say softly.

"Big boys don't need diapees now do they? Big boys don't need diapees because they know how to use the big boy potty..."

I gently slide a finger into the waistband of his jeans, exposing the top of his cute diapee, the soft crinkles accompanied by his pathetic little moans are the most beautiful sound...

💗💗💗💗💗

I love being diepered

El otro día pasé más de 20 horas en este pañal y fue realmente increíble (después de pasar más de 3 días en pañales).

Ya quiero hacer un buen rato en 24/7. En serio fue increíble