So much more to it than that

To pad or not to pad, that is the question. LOL

Okay, maybe I won’t take Shakespeare and add the ABDL twist to his prose. But I’ve found it remarkable how the question of the diaper itself has come up again and again.

Is it possible to be an adult baby without doing the diaper thing?

Of course it is. As with every aspect of ABDL and age play, there’s no wrong way to do it. There are simply ways that are right for you and ways that are right for others.

But everything sort of seems to go together without effort sometimes. As I was writing something this morning, I got to a passage that dealt with the article of discussion … the disposable diaper. And as I wrote this passage, I thought back to that question of whether the diaper was necessary.

You decide the answer to that question. Here’s my take on it:

Since this comes from the middle of a story, let me catch you up to speed on it: Eddie-n-Phoebe are a Daddy-n-BabyGirl who are showing their friends, Scott-n-Regina, the concept.

Phoebe and Regina are lying on the floor, completely naked.

Eddie re-emerged from below, his arms filled with several items. Handing a set of things to Scott, Eddie knelt alongside Phoebe – Scott then doing the same by kneeling alongside Regina.

“BabyGirls tend to babble endlessly when they are beginning to feel the tummyflies,” Eddie explained to Scott, showing reference to the fetal position Phoebe was lying in and the fact that the naked girls were whispering to each other as if they had some hot gossip to share. “So before you do anything else, you need to get her attention and get her to settle down.”

Eddie leaned over and placed the nipple of a pacifier between Phoebe’s lips, the girl closing her eyes and doing her best to lie flat, but still having trouble as she was filled with a mixture of arousal and regression. Scott did the same, putting the nipple of the pacifier from his pile of things in Regina’s mouth, Regina then lying flat and beginning to breathe heavily through her nose as she was still uncertain of what was about to happen. But, by the looks of how affected Phoebe was before anything began, Regina imagined that she would soon be as fidgety as her BFF.

“Now, as guys, we don’t really think about all the care that girls have to take with their bodies,” Eddie said, unfolding the disposable diaper from his pile, Scott doing the same. “But now, that care is as much our responsibility as it is hers.”

Phoebe parted her thighs, Regina doing the same. Eddie placed the diaper flat to the floor between Phoebe’s legs, Phoebe lifting her bottom up slightly as Eddie slid the back of the diaper under her bottom – then easing her back down onto it.

Scott-n-Regina followed suit, Regina parting her thighs as Scott positioned the diaper under her. As Regina lowered her bottom back down onto the diaper, she immediately noticed the thickness of material but also the softness. Looking over at Phoebe, she smiled brightly behind her pacifier – Phoebe giving her a wink.

Phoebe was right. Yes, it was just a diaper, a disposable article of clothing. But there was a mindset that went along with it, a mindset comprised of touch and sensations, thoughts and regressive feelings, dependency and need. And though Regina didn’t understand all of that from just lying down on a diaper, it came to the forefront of her thoughts as possibilities of where her senses were about to be taken.

“Step number one,” Eddie said, picking up the bottle of baby powder as Phoebe instinctively lifted her legs straight up in the air – Scott-n-Regina following suit and doing the same. “Powder, the best friend of a BabyGirl’s bottom. When she pees, the pee goes straight down and until you change her, her little hiney will be wet. So give her bottom a good dusting each time.”

Eddie coated Phoebe’s bottom a little more heavily than usual to drive the point home to Scott. Scott, who was trying very hard to keep up with all of this, coated Regina’s bottom with so much powder that they both started laughing.

“Well, you can rest assured that she’ll remain dry,” Eddie said, joining in on the laugh. “Now, onto the front.”

Eddie sprinkled powder across Phoebe’s front – from hip-to-hip, then down between her legs and then along the top edges of her thighs.

“It’s important to cover all the area that will be effected,” Eddie said, pointing to the top edges of Phoebe’s thighs. “The elastic edging of her diaper will gather at the top of her thighs and can irritate her skin there. So make sure to season her skin there, as well.”

Scott took greater caution in powdering the front of Regina, Regina doing her best not to laugh and spit her pacifier out.

“Now, comes the touch,” Eddie said, caressing the powder across Phoebe’s front and then rolling his fingers down between her legs, Phoebe softly whimpering pleasant contentment at his gentle touch. “It’s a sensation that feels so wonderful that she will melt. And even if she’s being a fusspot, she’ll quickly settle.”

Scott-n-Regina watched as Phoebe’s body relaxed completely, her closed eyes and relaxing face showing the pleasantness of the sensation.

“With a simple touch of your fingertips alone, you suddenly control her completely,” Eddie said, Scott then attempting to do the same.

And as Scott caressed the powder across Regina’s front, Regina suddenly understood clearly the sense of ecstasy that Phoebe was feeling. It really couldn’t be put to words, but if it could, Regina might say that it was the next best thing to having one of those orgasms that started slowly building and rippled out of her with the same even slowness all the way – never once overwhelming her but keeping her at that summit for as long as possible.

But Regina’s mind, jumbled with all sorts of stimuli, couldn’t process talking and instead, she simply nursed on the rubber nipple in her mouth – understanding its purpose clearly.

Eddie folded the front of Phoebe’s diaper up and into place, fastening the tapes snuggly at her hips and then patting his BabyGirl between the legs. Scott folded the front of Regina’s diaper up and into place, Regina feeling that first sense of being enveloped in powdery softness as he fastened the tapes snuggly at her hips and then patted her between her legs.

Regina looked over at Phoebe and smiled brightly behind her pacifier. She understood it now. Yes, it truly was just an article of clothing, but there was so much more to it than that.