My blanket fort makes me feel so little, but nothing makes me feel as regressed as a diaper change. With my powder and poof, a stuffer, and these babyish Bambino Classicos, I feel like the littlest baby once I'm all taped in. This firm, thick padding between my legs is very distracting in my simple-minded state, and I bat at it with my hand for the funny feeling.

Not soon after, I've folded up my pillow and stuffed it between my legs, riding it in reverie. Even dry, I'm so turned on by my diaper that it's all I can think of as I childishly hump the pillow. I eventually reach my rel...

My blanket fort makes me feel so little, but nothing makes me feel as regressed as a diaper change. With my powder and poof, a stuffer, and these babyish Bambino Classicos, I feel like the littlest baby once I'm all taped in. This firm, thick padding between my legs is very distracting in my simple-minded state, and I bat at it with my hand for the funny feeling.

Not soon after, I've folded up my pillow and stuffed it between my legs, riding it in reverie. Even dry, I'm so turned on by my diaper that it's all I can think of as I childishly hump the pillow. I eventually reach my release, relief sweeping over me as I try to catch my breath.