My ABDL Life
New Fabine Exklusiv Design

I recently receive this newsletter from Buntewindel whit some info that they going to soon have a new design on the Fabine Exklusiv.

New Fabine Exklusiv Design

I recently receive this newsletter from Buntewindel whit some info that they going to soon have a new design on the Fabine Exklusiv.

diaper-pee:

#diaperedbutt #diaperboy #diaperteen #teenbaby #diaperlover

diaper-pee:

#diaperedbutt #diaperboy #diaperteen #teenbaby #diaperlover

thelittlevryk:

I kind of like how my diaper looks this morning. I just sort of wished it had stayed dry.

d1ap3r:

Wet night time nappy… Still a bit sleepy

twinkbaby:

Diaper change… My SDK split :-/
I’ve got my Baby Pants training undies as insurance, under a onesie shirt, with my Eeyore onesie holding it all together.

dl-freak:

Sunday in a diaper. M4 + stuffer. Got wet.

crashageplay:

Embie’s Art pic for Sadie Hawkins Week! Plus story from Embie!
Adventures in babysitting
"Crash, I said no." “Ahhhhh, come on Embie! You know how much naps suck!” “Doesn’t matter. You still have to take one.” “But Daddy’s not home!” Crash pouted, stomping his foot a little. “Exactly. Daddy said I’m in charge.” “I don’t know why he put you in charge, you’re just a diaper baby like me.”  “You’ll do as I say, or else.” Crash hugged his rhino to his chest. “Or else what, diaper baby.” “I’ll paddle you.” “Will not!” “Oh no?” Crash seemed to consider for a moment, his cheek on his rhino. “Nope. I don’t have to listen to you.” Crash stuck his tongue out before making a break for the stairs. If he made it out the back door, he might be able to trap her in the backyard and be able to skip naptime. He was so thrilled with his plan that he failed to notice she wasn’t chasing him. He skidded through the kitchen and out the back door, bounding off the deck. He turned to see he was alone. He stood in the middle of the yard panting, his rhino hanging against his thigh. It didn’t make any sense. “Embie?” He called out tentatively. “Embie? You ok?” He tried again, a bit louder. He stepped cautiously back onto the deck, straining to hear any noise in the house. “Embie? This isn’t funny.” He peeked inside the back door, noticing nothing out of place. He stepped through the door, moving on tiptoes through the kitchen. “Embie!” He stage whispered. Crash made a very manly squeak when a small firm hand appeared out of nowhere, pulling on his ear, hard.  Embie, who’d been hiding in the pantry, pulled him over to a kitchen chair and made short work of pulling him over her lap. “No! Embie, wait! Wait! I’m so so so sorry, please!” He squeaked as she reached under him, untaping his diaper. “Daddy plugged you this morning so you’d remember to behave for me, he’s gunna be so disappointed to hear it didn’t work.” Embie hummed as she picked up the rice paddle she’d left on the table. “Nooooo! Embie! Please don’t tell daddy! He said he’d use the strap if I wasn’t good!” Crash pleaded, hugging his rhino tight. “Oh, Crash. I’m not gunna tell him. You are.” Embie said, laying down a heavy round of swats with the bamboo cooking utensil. “And once daddy spanks you and puts you to bed,” Embie said over Crash’s wailing. “I’ll get treats.” “Please! I’ll do your chores for a week! Ahhh! Two weeks! Please Embie!” “Hmmmm, offer me anything I want.” “Anything Embie! promise!” “I wanted to spend the afternoon with an obedient respectful little boy. But since you can’t manage that on your own…” Embie moved the paddle to his thighs, smacking vigorously, “I’ll have to help you.” Crash squealed and struggled to get away, but a firm hand between his shoulder blades kept him in place. A few “gentle” smacks against his plug made him writhe, his wee grinding against her thigh, but if she noticed she didn’t mention it. She helped him up and back into his diaper, studiously tucking away his leaky wee.  He obediently took her hand and follower her up the stairs, nodding emphatically when she asked if he’d like to make it up to her. Daddy came home an hour later to find Crash nose deep in Embie’s panties. After he took the belt to both of them, he promises that next time it’s Crash’s turn to babysit. embalmer56

crashageplay:

Embie’s Art pic for Sadie Hawkins Week! Plus story from Embie!

Adventures in babysitting

"Crash, I said no."
“Ahhhhh, come on Embie! You know how much naps suck!”
“Doesn’t matter. You still have to take one.”
“But Daddy’s not home!” Crash pouted, stomping his foot a little.
“Exactly. Daddy said I’m in charge.”
“I don’t know why he put you in charge, you’re just a diaper baby like me.”
“You’ll do as I say, or else.”
Crash hugged his rhino to his chest. “Or else what, diaper baby.”
“I’ll paddle you.”
“Will not!”
“Oh no?”
Crash seemed to consider for a moment, his cheek on his rhino. “Nope. I don’t have to listen to you.” Crash stuck his tongue out before making a break for the stairs. If he made it out the back door, he might be able to trap her in the backyard and be able to skip naptime.
He was so thrilled with his plan that he failed to notice she wasn’t chasing him. He skidded through the kitchen and out the back door, bounding off the deck. He turned to see he was alone. He stood in the middle of the yard panting, his rhino hanging against his thigh. It didn’t make any sense.
“Embie?” He called out tentatively. “Embie? You ok?” He tried again, a bit louder. He stepped cautiously back onto the deck, straining to hear any noise in the house. “Embie? This isn’t funny.” He peeked inside the back door, noticing nothing out of place. He stepped through the door, moving on tiptoes through the kitchen. “Embie!” He stage whispered.
Crash made a very manly squeak when a small firm hand appeared out of nowhere, pulling on his ear, hard.
Embie, who’d been hiding in the pantry, pulled him over to a kitchen chair and made short work of pulling him over her lap.
“No! Embie, wait! Wait! I’m so so so sorry, please!” He squeaked as she reached under him, untaping his diaper.
“Daddy plugged you this morning so you’d remember to behave for me, he’s gunna be so disappointed to hear it didn’t work.” Embie hummed as she picked up the rice paddle she’d left on the table.
“Nooooo! Embie! Please don’t tell daddy! He said he’d use the strap if I wasn’t good!” Crash pleaded, hugging his rhino tight.
“Oh, Crash. I’m not gunna tell him. You are.” Embie said, laying down a heavy round of swats with the bamboo cooking utensil. “And once daddy spanks you and puts you to bed,” Embie said over Crash’s wailing. “I’ll get treats.”
“Please! I’ll do your chores for a week! Ahhh! Two weeks! Please Embie!”
“Hmmmm, offer me anything I want.”
“Anything Embie! promise!”
“I wanted to spend the afternoon with an obedient respectful little boy. But since you can’t manage that on your own…” Embie moved the paddle to his thighs, smacking vigorously, “I’ll have to help you.”
Crash squealed and struggled to get away, but a firm hand between his shoulder blades kept him in place. A few “gentle” smacks against his plug made him writhe, his wee grinding against her thigh, but if she noticed she didn’t mention it. She helped him up and back into his diaper, studiously tucking away his leaky wee.
He obediently took her hand and follower her up the stairs, nodding emphatically when she asked if he’d like to make it up to her.
Daddy came home an hour later to find Crash nose deep in Embie’s panties. After he took the belt to both of them, he promises that next time it’s Crash’s turn to babysit. embalmer56