Crying

ABDL, which stands for Adult Baby/Diaper Lover, is a community that embraces a unique lifestyle centered around the comfort and nostalgia of infancy and early childhood. Within this community, crying holds a multifaceted significance, serving as both a form of emotional release and a deeply intimate expression of vulnerability.

For many individuals within the ABDL community, the act of crying while engaging in age regression activities can be a cathartic experience, allowing them to tap into a space of emotional authenticity and connect with their inner child on a profound level.

The tears shed during these moments symbolize a release of pent-up emotions, providing a sense of relief and renewal. Moreover, crying in the context of ABDL play can foster a deep sense of trust and intimacy between partners, as it often signifies a willingness to be emotionally open and transparent with one another.

In this way, tears become not just a physical manifestation of emotion, but also a language through which individuals within the ABDL community communicate their deepest desires, fears, and vulnerabilities, forging bonds that transcend societal norms and embrace the beauty of human connection in all its forms.

Bound By Blood

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Bound By Blood On a cold winters day a man named Brian and a woman named Kathy was sitting at home watching the television. Kathy is a pregnant woman and as she was talking to Brian about babies names her water broke. Kathy said,” Honey, my water broke, its time!” Brian jumped up excitedly and … Read more

Bobby 2

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Bobby 2 Bobby parted his eyes to a floating mobile overhead. He watched the space ship and stars complete a lazy revolution as his mind scrambled to piece together his current reality. He wished he could scream but he couldn’t. The giant pacifier silenced his screams and, in extension, his panic. He rolled his tongue … Read more

Bobby

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Bobby This story has adult baby and diaper themes with heavy BDSM (bondage, domination, etc.) included. No actual children are imagined in this story, only adults. Bobby stood in the garden of a stranger with a man at his side, a social worker. Together they stepped onto the porch. The social worker ran the doorbell. … Read more

Bed and Breakfast – Chapter Three

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Bed and Breakfast – Chapter Three Finally the pair returned to the room. Doreen was smiling at me as was her mother, they could both tell I was in great discomfort. “Time for a bath baby!” Doreen said as she went to the bath in the corner of the room and started to run it. … Read more

Bed and Breakfast – Chapter One

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Bed and Breakfast – Chapter One I had found the advert by chance as I passed a telephone box. I had recently won some money on the lottery. Not a great deal but enough to go travelling with. I had been looking for a place to spend the night before my flight to Spain . … Read more

Becoming a Sissy Baby Boy – Chapter Six

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Becoming a Sissy Baby Boy – Chapter Six The next day, I awoke at my usual time. EARLY. That’s my job for ya. So after wetting my nighttime diaper, I went back to sleep for a few hours. I woke back up to the sound of my doorbell ringing. Crap…I’d slept TOO long! I jumped … Read more

Becoming a Sissy Baby Boy – Chapter One

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Becoming a Sissy Baby Boy – Chapter One I’m not exactly what you’d call “manly”. Never have been, never wanna be. I’m not super fit, but not fat. Not super tall, or short. I’m average all around, weighing at 140 to 150 pounds, 5 foot 8, brown short hair and green eyes. But the idea … Read more

Because we say so – Chapter Seven

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Because we say so – Chapter Seven I’d never worn anything like them before. I’d never had such unbelievable sensations being sent through my body and which settled in my mind. I can’t remember ever being so content, and at the same time, flabbergasted with what occupied my groin. I was in awe of what … Read more

Because we say so – Chapter Three

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Because we say so – Chapter Three When I was ten a pair of blue nylon ‘briefs’ had been accidentally folded in with my neatly doubled-up terry nappy, so I took the opportunity to put them on under my shorts. I didn’t realise that they were actually a pair of my mum’s knickers and when … Read more