💖 20 Things This ABDL Babysitter Loves About Diaper Boys💖

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4 Things Miss Crinkle Finds Fascinating About The ABDL Guys She Babysits

1. How some, when they’re not babies, are the most macho Alpha guys, like bodybuilders or hockey players or something, someone who never loses, that goes around smirking at everyone at the gym, flexing their muscles at any opportunity. Yeah, those losers go home and tape up their diaper with cartoon puppies over those nice lower abs. Then they pop in their paci and spend their evening watching Paw Patrol and packing their pampers. And they’re as proud of their droopy diaper dumps as they are of their ripped abs and commanding pecs. If I put them in a playpen with another big baby they would probably show off the size of their pamper load to put the other diaper boy in his place. Trust me, a stinky load is usually the only big thing these guys are packing in their pampers. As babies they’re total simps and the most whiny during discipline. Pathetic and Hilarious.

2. How some are obviously little beta boys. The ones that care way too much, who who got picked on in school. They now act and dress like indie geeks. They may be skinny but they have bodies like weak little boys with soft bellies and little boy bums. They are overly polite and pathetically anxious about offending me. I can tell right away when they’re virgins. A lot of these boys are also bedwetters. Usually they love to talk about their favorite games, movies, anime, and manga or just babble for attention. That’s why I keep a paci-gag handy. Beta diaper boys are best seen and not heard. They are often premature ejaculators, which always makes me smile and sure to adjust their diapers frequently. It always gives me a chuckle when they suddenly freeze in place and shiver with a pathetic little whimper and eyes-shut-tight squirty face.

3. I can usually sniff out a bedwetting beta boy right away, even if he doesn’t smell like baby powder and pee. Insecurity just rolls off them. Bedwetting guys have always interested me, and I have a soft spot for them. I’ve always found it so cute and helpless. Bedwetting is so revealing, so babyish and says so much about a boy without him even being aware of it. I love that they are truly diaper dependent, and will have to wake up to a wet pamper everyday, no matter how old they are or how responsible they try to act. In their deepest subconscious, where true honesty resides, they know they are helpless babies. It’s so interesting to me how many of them eventually find their wet diapers exciting. I know a lot use their wet morning diaper as a fun humpy toy like the big toddlers they are. I always wonder what moms of adult bedwetter boys who still live at home must think, hearing loud crinkling and panting every morning, lol. Guess it’s just part of #boymom life.

4. Which kind of guy do I like better? A lot depends on my mood and the type of day I'm having, but honestly, big guys with tough guy swagger are my personal favorites. It's like being in the presence of a pitbull/poodle mix. They are usually so sensitive deep down, and I like how their tough guy act is just a thin layer on top and then underneath they are such a needy bottom in denial. These guys are definitely the ones I tend to find hot. It's probably why I’m drawn to college frat guys. Just a hint that they're diaper loving bottoms is everything to me. Gives them this wounded-hero vibe, and it's definitely a major turn on.

I’ve been babysitting since I was 13 and have always loved it. I love babysitting beta diaper boys, and I find it very rewarding, but, to be honest, I see them more like asexual baby brothers who are still in diapers. They are cute, small,  and not very impressive. I’m never going to be attracted to a grown man who has a 12 year old boy body, is a total virgin, is cringey-obsessed with diapers, and is a little humpy boy who doesn’t even want to jerk off with his hand like most guys do. As far as I’m concerned, beta babies need to hump that pamper-pussy alone in their cribs because their babysitters and moms definitely deserve a real man!👨 Sorry, losers.

fell asleep on the couch last night and had a fully unplanned bedwetting, it’s been a long time so i was completely shocked. i’m gonna tell you how it happened so maybe you can make it happen too 🤣

i was wearing a diaper right up until i went to bed. i had chugged lots of water to fill it, but it ended up leaking. my bladder was still overactive so i made sure to go a couple times after i changed out of the diaper. the key (i think) is that i was absolutely exhausted. i stayed up way too late on the game 🤷🏻‍♂️ i woke up on the couch a few hours later completely soaked. luckily there was a lot of blankets so the couch isn’t too wet but i’ve spent my morning cleaning 🤕

long story short: exhaustion + rapid desperation = bedwetting ?

a brainwashing file to ensure that you can only cum in diapers from now on. becoming more and more of a babbling, brainwashed, drooling, diaper dummy…

And this is what happens to naughty boys

Playing Dress up with my tykables

Feeling little!

Reconditioning (Part 1)

Summary: Two boys enter a haunted asylum after losing a bet. Before they can hope to escape, they must accept dramatic changes. This story involves pup play and diaper training. Which fate would you prefer?

The slightest crunch of debris under Connor’s footsteps broke the hush of the abandoned insane asylum. The boy froze and traded glances with his friend, Ash. Connor put on a confident grin and stepped fully into the foyer.

“Do you think the rumors are true?” Ash whispered, as if he feared waking the long-dead wardens.

“Don’t be such a baby.”

“I’m not,” Ash shouted, flinched, and slipped inside the room. “…a baby.”

“Well we lost the bet, so you better man up,” Connor growled.

Both Ash and Connor sighed, thinking of the humiliation they felt after losing the bet. Their friends had challenged themselves to see who could shoot their loads the farthest. The boys that came in last and second-to-last place would have to spend an hour in the scariest place they knew. The insane asylum.

“Do the spirits really come alive at night?” Ash asked, peeking down a dark hallway.

“We’ve heard the noises ourselves. The moaning and screaming,” Connor said, leading the way. Everyone in town talked about how the perverted wardens of the asylum tortured their patients with bondage, edging, milking, a hypnosis. Even in death, the spirits continued their erotic practice.

“The spirits only wake at night. That’s why the guys let us come an hour before sunset,” Connor said. Despite the threat of the asylum, both boys felt their cocks grow in their shorts.

Connor and Ash wandered the hallways for some time. Most doors were bolted shut, or lead to rubble filled rooms. They were looking for some kinky gear to show their friends, to show how brave they were to explore the ruins.

As he passed a closed door, Connor felt a warm sensation flood his body. He felt soothed and calm, like a hand was stroking down his ear and cheek. The comforting touch continued down his neck to his chest. He thought he heard someone whisper: “Good boy.”

“Connor, come here.”

“Don’t tell me what to–” Connor snapped as he turned to see Ash peering through the now-cracked door.

“Look,” he grunted and inched open the heavy metal door.

The dusty room had an examining table and a small cage. But the cluttered shelves drew the boys’ attention.

“It looks like stuff they use to ‘secure’ the crazies,” Ash said as he slipped into the room. “Aren’t you coming?”

“And get us both locked inside? The spirits may be asleep, but I’m not stupid,” Connor said.

“Fine, guard the door like a good boy,” Ash teased. “Oh look, there’s even a collar and leash in here.”

“I hate you so much right now,” Connor groaned. Ash was one of only a few that knew Connor spent a week as a dog–a literal dog–as punishment for skipping a day of his apprenticeship with a mage.

“Come one,” Ash laughed. “Put this on and I’ll let you pick anything for me to wear.”

“Fine,” Connor said, snatching the collar as he and Ash traded places. After a few minutes of rummaging, Connor returned with a dusty jacket. And a grin.

“Is that a…”

“Straitjacket,” Connor beamed.

“Ew, look how dusty that is.”

“A deal’s a deal. Or is this too much for little-”

“Don’t call me a baby!” Ash shouted. Or at least he tried too. The next thing Ash knew, his face was covered in the dusty canvas. The fabric wrapped down around his body, and the boy struggled through coughs of dust. He felt his arms pulled apart, then across his chest. He slammed against the door to break free, but only managed to get his head to pop out.

When his vision cleared, Ash found himself fully bound in the straitjacket. He thrashed and squirmed, only to lose his breath again.

“What the fuck did you do! Connor?” Ash realized he was alone in the hallway. That’s when he heard banging on the heavy door.

“Dude, let me out!” Connor was looking through the door’s small barred window, tugging at the collar tight around his neck.

“How did…”

“It happened to me too!” Connor cried. “This damn collar just… strangled its way on me. It’s okay, though. The spirits might be able to play tricks on us, but they can’t keep us in here. Not until–did you piss yourself?”

Ash looked down at his pants, slightly bunched up under the crotch straps of the jacket. A spot of warm, dark denim spread from his groin.

“Shit! This hasn’t happened since… since…”

“Dude, stay calm.”

Ash gave Connor an unsure glance, then bolted down the hallway.

“Fuck!” Connor shouted, throwing all his weight at the locked door and its lever. With a sore shoulder, he turned to a window across the room. The sun had nearly set.

(Read Part 2.)

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