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Latest Posts by diaperhero247 - Page 2
POV to be diapered by me
Imagine if I put you in not 1 but 2 diapers, this would be your point of view 😈
Using him as my toilet
I couldn't think of a better way to use the toilet other then filling my husband's diaper for him 😈
BOOOM💩💩
Das große Geschäft geht auch ausschließlich in die Hose! 💩
Toiletten sind absolutes Tabu‼️‼️
Wow - vielen Dank für 10.000 Follower und so viele liebe Kommentare unter den Bildern 🥰
Zur Feier des Tages war ich heute mal nur in langer Jacke ohne Hose unterwegs 😉
16:20 Uhr:
16:24 Uhr:💩💩💩
Hi
Hi
Nun, dank der BetterDry habe ich wunderbar geschlafen. Sie wurde aber so voll, dass sie ohne Unterwäsche einfach runtergerutscht ist.
Was ein super Gefühl sicher und gut schlafen zu können.
DL Días que llegas a casa porque necesitas hacer cambio...
Eine duftend, durchnässte und eingekackte Tena-Maxi Windelhose🥰🚫🚽💩💦
Game Over 😖
At a lively party filled with guests chattering and laughing, the atmosphere was electric with excitement. The music thumped in the background, and the colorful lights danced around the room, casting playful shadows. Amidst this vibrant setting, a scene unfolded that caught the attention of many.
In the center of the room, a woman dressed in a bright, rainbow-colored onesie was standing awkwardly, her face flushed with embarrassment. Her dominant partner, a tall man with a commanding presence, approached her with a mischievous grin. The guests, intrigued by the dynamic, began to gather around, their curiosity piqued.
"Time for a diaper check," he announced loudly, ensuring everyone could hear. The woman squirmed, her eyes darting around, meeting the amused and curious gazes of the partygoers. Her partner gently lifted the back of her onesie, revealing a very full and messy diaper adorned with playful balloon prints. The room fell into a hush, then erupted into whispers and chuckles.
The woman's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as she felt the weight and the fullness of her diaper being scrutinized in front of everyone. Her partner, with a firm yet caring touch, patted the back of her diaper, making a show of checking its contents.
"You've been quite busy, haven't you?" he remarked, his voice carrying a playful yet authoritative tone, amplifying her humiliation. The crowd's reactions varied; some laughed softly, others watched with a mix of fascination and sympathy.
Her humiliation was palpable, her vulnerability on full display. Yet, in the midst of her embarrassment, there was a strange connection between her and her dominant partner, a silent understanding that this was part of their dynamic, a dance of power and submission that they both engaged in willingly.
As the moment passed, the party resumed its lively pace, but the memory of the scene lingered, a topic of whispered conversation among the guests. The woman, still flushed, was guided away by her partner, who whispered reassurances, reinforcing their bond in the quiet aftermath of public exposure.
They moved to a quieter corner of the house, where a makeshift changing area had been prepared in advance. The room was softly lit, providing a stark contrast to the bright, bustling party outside. Here, privacy allowed for a more intimate exchange. He laid out a changing mat on the floor, and with a calm, authoritative voice, he instructed her to lie down.
As she complied, her face still warm with the flush of embarrassment from the public display, he knelt beside her. With practiced ease, he began the process of changing her diaper. First, he carefully removed her onesie, lifting it to expose the very messy diaper fully. The diaper, heavy and sagging from the fullness, was gently untaped on one side, then the other.
"Relax, let me take care of you," he murmured, sensing her lingering discomfort. He slid the diaper out from under her, taking care to keep her as comfortable as possible. The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of the diaper being removed and the gentle background music from the party seeping through the walls.
He took a moment to clean her up with baby wipes, ensuring she was fresh and ready for a new diaper. The care in his touch was evident, a contrast to the public humiliation, showing the depth of their dynamic. He then unfolded a new diaper, this one also adorned with cheerful designs, and slid it under her.
With precision, he adjusted the diaper, making sure it was snug but comfortable. He taped it securely, checking the fit with a gentle pat. "All done," he said with a soft smile, helping her sit up. He then helped her back into her onesie, smoothing it down with care.
The intimate moment of the diaper change, away from the eyes of the guests, was a soothing balm to the earlier humiliation. It was a reminder of the care and trust within their relationship, a balance between public play and private tenderness. With a final kiss on her forehead, he stood, offering his hand to help her up.
They rejoined the party, her embarrassment now mixed with a quiet pride, knowing that the care she received was as much a part of their dynamic as the public display had been. The guests, having moved on to other conversations, barely noticed their return, allowing them to blend back into the celebration with a renewed sense of connection.
Sorry I haven’t posted much recently. I just bought a house! Here is a picture of my morning diaper
Woke up wet and messy
so here it is, a familiar site except I couldn't make it to the toilet last night, more like I couldn't be bothered to move to get out of bed to go number 2. So decided to just let it all out into my nappy.
It's been way too long 😌 🥰💩
😢🐷💩🤤✨️ yucky
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🙈💩 hehe I a stinky girl <3
Game Over 😖
Meine Lieblingswindel: Abena Abri Form M4
Bis ich 14 Jahre alt war, war ich Bettnässer, dann war ich drei Jahre trocken und habe anschließend wieder mit Bettnässen angefangen.
Also trage ich seit ca 20 Jahren Nachts Windeln.
Das Besondere daran ist, als ich circa 17 Jahre alt war, musste ich mit meiner Mutter zum Arzt, um das Bettnässen gesundheitlich abklären zu lassen. Mir wurde eine zu kleine Blase und eben starkes Bettnässen diagnostiziert.
Er übergab mir das Rezept… “Aufsaugende Inkontinenzprodukte“ stand darauf. Windeln also…
Ich bekam anschließend auch noch ein Telefonat meiner Mutter mit. „Nein, Stuhl-Inkontinenz hat er nicht, nur Nachts sehr starkes einnässen.“
Sie redete mit dem Geschäft, welches uns die Windeln verkaufen sollte. 
Zwei Tage später hatten wir 6(!) Pakete Abena M4 Windeln zu Hause und ich musste sie nachts tragen. Das waren meine ersten richtigen Erwachsenen-Windeln.
Wie man es an diesem Blog erkennt, haben mir die ersten richtigen Windeln für Erwachsene gut gefallen🥰

Good morning🤗
Guten Morgen ☀️ Ich wünsche euch allen einen schönen Start in die Woche 🥰
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