Padding women is fun and all, but what if I want to get padded myself? Do I have to go the nu-male route and become a feminized failed male?

>>41485 >But what if I want to get padded myself? Do I have to go the nu-male route and become a feminized failed male? I mean... if you want to? This is controversial every time it comes up in this thread but personally I've always enjoyed the fantasy of having a bunch of diapergirl slaves who also have to change my diapers and care for me as well. I'd still be the dominant one in the situation, and all the women involved would still be in diapers as well. But I love the idea of having women to clean my ass and sexually pleasure me while they're forced to say how much they LOVE serving me and ADORE changing my dirty diapers, all the while they're gagging on the stink but with a smile on their face. People always flip out when this idea comes up in this thread though.

>>41485 >Do I have to go the nu-male route and become a feminized failed male? Yes, now go ahead and lie back

>>41455 In general, when I first imagined it like 12 years ago. I did take a lot of PicFab's style of adversting & AlterdStates when he came around, although for Altered, his was too region specific to apply to my part of the world. For A.I art, in general they don't get the style/sizes of diapers right. I prefer my diapers to be more grounded in reality and for whatever reason, A.I seems to rarely get them right. But my dream is to someday find the successor to PicFab. I know he's still active but still the community has grown so much since he was active regularly. There is also princess poop on Tumblr but they are behind that wall.

Periods give some women IBS, thats surely at least a week every month where diapers should be mandatory

So the election is upon us anons. Clearly regardless of the outcome it will pave the way to the future glory that would be the Padded Reich. Question is how will women end up rightfully in diapers; through a return to traditionalism or by a continue disregard for their own responsibility?

>>41407 Been thinking more about the concept of a world with diaper-fascism and having a harem of diaper girls who have to change each other. Also, been a little inspired by the election. I wrote a little something based off the concept. Part 1: The appraiser’s desk was a tall, stately construction of dark wood. Stacey thought that it didn’t make sense for it to be quite as tall as it was. She didn’t usually feel this small sitting in front of a desk. Perhaps the chair was unnecessarily low or the appraiser was especially tall. Either way she felt dwarfed by it as she sat on the spindly little schoolhouse chair in front of it. She was nervously adjusting her pleated skirt and her tight blouse. However, neither piece of clothing did anything to obscure the bulky, shiny white plastic of her diaper as she squirmed in her seat. The crinkling of the plastic echoed through the room with her every movement. The appraiser was an older man. Some gray in his hair. But tough looking, and attractive, with a smug air as he read through Stacey’s file. Her schoolgirl-esque skirt and blouse combination, along with her brunette hair in pigtails, looked like a slutty Halloween costume variation on a Catholic schoolgirl. Although it was feasible that this was a real uniform, there were many ‘finishing schools’ where women were sometimes sent that had similar outfits. And although it was possible she was just wearing it to look appealing to any men who saw her, the truth was something else… She had chosen this outfit for today because she thought it was likely the most grown up looking outfit she could get away with wearing before her ‘Daddy’ or someone else told her to dress more appropriately ‘Little.’ The appraiser smiled and looked up from his notes. “Well Stacey,” he said with a condescending tone, “It looks like someone wants to be a big girl today. You’re applying for government permission to raise your status from ‘girl’ to ‘babysitter’? Or possibly even ‘matriarch’ status? Quite the ambitious young woman aren’t you?” Stacey gulped with trepidation, but she had prepared herself for this meeting, and for these questions. “Yes sir,” she said respectfully. “My ‘Daddy’ is also my husband and has been quite pleased with how capable I’ve been with my household duties. So much so that he’s even seen fit to have me educated beyond what would normally be required for a babywife. We both think that I am more than capable of taking on more responsibilities both in his household and in society and so he has signed the forms to officially recommend me for promotion to ‘babysitter’ status, or ‘matriarch’ if you see fit, sir.” The appraiser continued to smile at Stacey for a beat without saying anything, before abruptly rising from his chair and gesturing with his pen. “Stand up Stacey.” A little caught off guard Stacey still responded almost automatically to the commands of an adult man. Quickly rising from her chair and standing upright with perfect posture. The appraiser went around Lizzie in a circle, poking or prodding at various aspects of her appearance with his pen, as though he was inspecting a prize pet at the dog show. He looked over her subtly provocative attire without comment, and lifted one of her pigtails with his pen, nodding approvingly. Then while he was standing behind her he poked the crease of her poofy diaper seat with the pen. “And you came here in a clean diaper today! Good job.” Although there was, of course, no expectation at all for her to keep her diaper clean for the meeting today, Stacey did feel a vague sense of pride at the comment. Although it was understood that women had no control over when they wet and messed themselves, Stacey couldn’t help but feel like showing up here in a dirty diaper would have undermined her chances at attaining a higher status. He motioned for her to sit back down as he walked back around to the other side of the desk. Stacey’s diapered butt met the small wooden chair with a puff and obvious crinkling noises as she squirmed and waited. The appraiser seemed to be going over some notes. “So, you’re clearly a very intelligent and educated young lady. You seem to be quite capable of helping your Daddy with various household duties. And you conduct yourself very well in public. Do you have experience managing other Littles such as yourself? Fellow babywives?” “Oh yes!” She said excitedly. “My Daddy keeps two other babywives in the house besides myself and he’s decided that I’m in charge of them when he’s not at home.” Stacey had a real sense of pride with this. The terminology differed but many prominent men would keep multiple babywives in their home together. They were often referred to as ‘sisters’ and encouraged to treat each other as such. However, inevitably, a hierarchy would always develop between the women in such situations. Usually based on whoever had the most legal authority or status, but also just on whoever had Daddy’s favor that day. Stacey’s Daddy had named her the permanent leader of the three babywife women whenever he wasn’t in the house, which had been a huge accomplishment and source of pride for Stacey. Although it really was understandable if she thought about it. Rebecca was kind and sweet but couldn’t read and couldn’t really help their husband out with anything even slightly more grown up. And Cecilia was content to spend her time lounging around, playing with toys, and filling her pants, when she wasn’t doing chores, so she couldn’t help Daddy with much of anything either. The appraiser nodded, looking at his notes. “And you help keep them fed and occupied? You help prepare meals and assign them tasks?” Stacey nodded. “Yes, of course sir.” “Very good,” He responded, still looking at his notes, then he smiled. “And diaper duty? How often do you change your sister’s diapers?” “Oh well… Erm.” Stacey squirmed in her seat, her own diaper crinkling loudly. Women were not allowed to change their own diapers in modern society. Besides the fact that it would bring down repercussions from her Daddy or anyone else who found out about it, it was also just seen as a cultural taboo, and generally agreed that it wasn’t really how diapers worked anyway. Wearing diapers just meant that you had to have your diapers changed by someone else. Doing it yourself would be a haphazard job at best. So, in general, women’s Daddies would change babywive’s diapers whenever the need arose. But if he wasn’t around or simply didn’t want to, then women had to change each other. Often, men with multiple babywives living under the same roof would train them to change each other’s diapers. And if out and about, there were government sponsored changing stations all over the country, as prominent as convenience stores, where any woman could have her diaper changed by one of the cute attendants for a small fee. It was one of the most common jobs available to women who possessed ‘babysitter’ status or above. Stacey had had her diaper changed at one of these places on her way to this meeting, and had appreciated how efficient, and professional the smiling changing attendant had been while she had wiped and cleaned Stacey’s private parts, and had admired how cute the woman looked in her bright blue uniform with her pastel baby blue diaper being prominently and proudly displayed with no other clothing below her waist. However, Stacey hated to admit it, but one of the perks of her Daddy being an established, wealthy man, was that he had a nanny at the house while he was at work on the weekdays. While he was at home he would of course change all three of his needy babywive’s diapers, but whenever he was out, a slightly older woman with matriarch status would come by. Her name was Keira. While Stacey and her ‘sisters’ had their own chores and took care of the house, Keira’s focus was on simply changing the three other women’s diapers. Whenever she came by the house, she was on a constant rotation of checking, and changing each of the three babywives into clean Pampers, as well as taking out the diaper trash and making the nursery smell fresh, so that whenever the girls’ Daddy showed up at the end of the day. He was greeted with three sweet smelling young women in clean diapers. As such, Stacey had never really been called on to change her sister’s diapers that much. It was almost always handled by someone else. Sadly, Stacey knew this was a mark against her in the appraiser’s eyes, and although she briefly considered making an excuse or lying about her experience, she could tell by the appraiser’s stern, frowning face that he knew the reality of the situation. “Um… Not so much.” She managed to stammer out. “I’m sorry to hear that Stacey.” the appraiser said. “We can’t have someone so spoiled as that taking on the big girl responsibilities of being a babysitter or a matriarch.” Stacey’s stomach churned with anxiety. She crossed her legs and sat up. “No sir! I apologize. I might not have as much experience but I swear I know what I’m doing. I can handle all of the duties associated with being higher status.” The older man seemed thoughtful about this for a moment, before apparently changing his mind and giving her a friendly grin. He waved his hand for her to stand up. “Alright then Stacey. Why don’t you come with me?”

>>42437 Part 2: Stacey immediately stood up straight and hurriedly followed after the man as he walked her through a nearby door. The plastic of her bulky, obvious diaper crinkled loudly in the hallway as she followed after him. The only other sound was their footsteps. After just a moment, the man stopped at a nondescript door, and opened it up, ushering her inside. On the other side of the door was a small, but very well furnished adult nursery. This wasn’t strange to Stacey. Her own house had a small nursery where her and her sister’s were expected to play and it was outfitted with various childish activities and an adult diaper changing table. However, that was outfitted more like an elementary school classroom with interactive, educational toys, arts and crafts, and some books. This was set up like a nursery for infants. Everything was plush and padded. Brightly colored cartoon characters adorned most of the surfaces. Soft toys were spilling out of every corner, and there was an oversized children’s playgym with a soft mat underneath, and babyish mobiles dangling from it. Also, lying on the floor of this small nursery room, her eyes blankly looking up at some colorful shapes on the wall as she drooled on a teething ring in her mouth, was a tall, voluptuous blonde woman with flawless skin and long legs. Who also was wearing a clearly bloated and over-full diaper. Although at first Stacey had been distracted by taking in the spectacle of the nursery room around her, after a moment of standing in the doorway the ripe, pungent funk of this woman’s obviously dirty diaper hit her and she involuntarily grimaced and covered her nose as the appraiser laughed at her discomfort next to her. “Stacey, I’d like you to meet Katherine,” The appraiser said, indicating the woman lying on the floor. The man had a chuckle in his voice as he introduced her. Close to laughter already seeing Stacey’s distaste. Stacey looked at her. The woman on the floor was objectively gorgeous. She was tall, with long, shapely legs, a slim waist, and massive breasts bouncing around as she rolled on the floor. Her hair was long blonde locks that would be the envy of absolutely anyone. And her face was cute and cherubic, accentuated all the more so by her giggling, innocent smile as she chewed on an infantile piece of colorful rubber, meant for teething infants. There was some drool at the corner of her mouth as well. Looking at her, this woman looked like the stereotypical blonde bombshell that you would have seen on a billboard selling light beer, or in a lingerie commercial. In another life, in another reality, this woman would have been lounging around in the grotto at the Playboy Mansion. But here she was, laying down on the floor of a nursery too childish for toddlers and wearing nothing, but a distended, sagging diaper that was very obviously full to the brim of several large accidents worth of her poop. The stench in the room was unbelievable. Stacey covered her mouth and nose with her hands, although she was in disbelief that the appraiser who was still standing next to her was grinning and seemingly unbothered by the smell and Katherine, the woman in the dirty diaper on the ground, seemed not only unaware of her filthy state, but perfectly happy as she babbled mindlessly and chewed on her toys. The man chuckled again and held out his hand presenting the situation to Stacey. “Well Stacey. Since you’re eager to prove what a capable young woman you are, why don’t you change Katherine’s diaper for me today? I brought her from home to spend time with me in the office today, but unfortunately I’ve just been far too busy to check up on her. Luckily though, you know what you’re doing when it comes to changing other women’s diapers and what a great opportunity for you to show me your skills!” The man looked at Stacey with a smug expression. Stacey looked around the room and did see a very well stocked shelf with massively thick plastic disposable diapers, as well as powder, wipes, and any other supplies you would need for changing a cartoonishly incontinent young woman’s diapers. Stacey grimaced behind her cupped hands, but signed in resignation. “Yes, of course!” She said as cheerily as she could manage despite her disgust. She took her hands away from her face and held back a cough or choke as the pungent, dirty diaper fun hit her nose again. She looked down at Katherine who was giggling and kicking her legs up in the air. Her full diaper stretched out beneath her. And Stacey resignedly began to pull some supplies off of the shelf. It seemed that all of Katherine’s diapers were remarkably thick, covered in white plastic, with Sesame street characters being shown off on the tape panel. They resembled baby diapers from the 1990s but blown up to ridiculous proportions. Each one felt like a full sized pillow in Stacey’s hands. “Whew, Katherine really filled up her diaper!” The appraiser said mockingly from behind Stacey. “Good thing these new SuperHuggies can hold so much.” Stacey tried to ignore the man’s obvious enjoyment of her predicament, gathered the changing supplies and got down on her knees on the floor in front of Katherine before once again having to resist choking from the stench. It’s not like Stacey had never been around dirty diapers before. She messed her own diapers at least twice a day, and then being around her sisters at home, she occasionally had to smell that. But normally her and her fellow babywives were changed right away, and even then, it never tended to smell THIS bad. Maybe she really was kind of spoiled…. Stacey got distracted from this reverie though, as the adorable, but rank, baby brained woman in front of her let out a loud rumbling fart, causing the infantile woman to giggle and kick her legs in entertained satisfaction while Stacey looked on in disgust. Stacey steeled herself and tried to reassure Katherine. “Now, there there Katherine. You’ve got a really messy diaper. Just let me get you into a new one and we can get this over with.” Katherine innocently cooed and drooled looking up at Stacey. Passively awaiting her diaper change. With trepidation Stacey undid the tapes on Katherine’s disposable diaper and opened it up. Her expectations were realized. There was just… so… much… mess. Stacey gagged on the stink of it once again as it hit her. Behind her she could hear the appraiser laughing at her discomfort while Katherine giggled in front of her. Stacey simply gritted her teeth and did the best she could. Wiping down Katherine nether regions and legs with care and delicate precision. Katherine seemed to be enjoying the experience. She was obviously used to the sensation of having a dirty diaper change laid out on a playroom floor. While trying to clean around the woman’s still kicking legs, Stacey vaguely wondered how it was possible that Katherine seemingly had the mind of a newborn, and yet maintained the figure of a model? How could her legs and butt be so shapely if she really did spend a day lying around in a messy diaper? Stacey continued the arduous task of cleaning the shapely woman’s diaper area. Eventually, after an interminably long and disgusting ordeal, she was clean, and the previous diaper was balled up like a massive, smelly balloon. Stacey sighed with relief and laid out the plush, pillowy new diaper beneath her. Katherine looked excited. Eager for the sensation of a new diaper being wrapped around her sensitive private parts. Finally, Stacey completed the process and Katherine was taped up into a fresh, new diaper. She squirmed excitedly in her spot, obviously grateful to be in clean Huggies. Looking down at the woman with the cartoonishly round and thick white undergarments, it seemed so strange contrasted against the woman’s superb beauty. Stacey disposed of the dirty diaper in a massive diaper pail that occupied one corner of the room, before at last turning to look at the appraiser again. He had been observing the whole time, and was nodding approvingly. “Well done Stacey. Glad to see you’re not so spoiled by your position that you can’t handle getting your hands dirty for the real work and responsibility that comes from being higher status.” Although feeling exhausted and humiliated at this point, Stacey felt relief at his words. “So, does this mean my raise in status is approved?” She couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice. The man’s expression didn’t change as he told her reassuringly. “My evaluation is done. You’ll know our decision on your status in the next three to four months.” Stacey felt crestfallen. After all this work? Even now she’d have to wait months to know whether it had amounted to anything? She felt the urge to protest, to argue, but she knew that arguing with a man in a position of authority would do her no good in this situation. Despite her emotions, she simply managed to stammer out. “Erm… Thank you sir…” The man nodded, pleased. “Very good then. I’ll show you the way out. And I think you might find that you’re in a somewhat similar situation to Katherine now.” Stacey didn’t realize what he meant at first, then she looked down and realized that at some point during her meeting today she must have wet herself several times. Her own diaper was oversaturated and stained yellow. The next step she took she could hear an audible squish, and she wondered if she could get out of the building without leaking. Stacey groaned with frustration, while Katherine giggled from her position on the playroom floor and the appraiser laughed a deep chuckle.

>>42437 >>42438 Interesting read anon. Feels honestly quite corporate. Will you be writing more?

>>42461 Probably not with these characters, but I do love the setting. I'm debating writing a story that's set just after these sorts of laws get passed, and it follows a model/actress who wants to attempt to continue her career despite the current rules and regulations so she gets work as a spokesmodel for a company selling babyish adult diapers for women. She absolutely hates how demeaning the job is though and there's a director or producer who's actively trying to humiliate her but she keeps trying to suck it up so she can keep her career despite the new state of modern society. There's also possibly another actress who embraces the whole experience and as such becomes more successful. But I don't have a name for the setting or any formalized rules for it. I just really love the concept and would love to have some more stories set in it.

Some images for the Padded Reich. We really need more diapered fascists

>>42574 ughhh this guys name is on the tip of my tongue whats his @?

>>42638 https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/96240049

I had the thought today of an alternate reality version of the 4B movement where in a world where women are diapered 24/7 and not potty-trained, a fledgling feminist movement starts up, causing the men in that society to respond with the 4B movement, translating to: no more disposable diapers, no more free diaper changes, no more getting cleaned up with modern baby products, and of course, no more sex.

>>5793 BASED

Think this needs a padded reich edit

>>42767 To be honest with the way such movements have backfired on feminists I can see a reverse 4B movement where the demands put on women to reverse the damage requires them being spanked, being diapered, being babied and being subservient. Imagine this event becoming reality in a Padded Reich world, where the day it becomes law ends up a national holiday, maybe call it surrender day where a million feminist bottoms ended up spanked and padded before becoming the babygirls they really are?

>>45568 Bump

>>46072 Don't just bump by saying bump. Just say a stupid diaper-fascism related thought. Like if Elon Musk is actually an ABDL and a Nazi then it is my sincere hope that were are one step closer to having women sent to breeding farms where they are perma-diapered and brainwashed into being perfect tradwives.

>>46078 ill bite, whats the bay area babyfur community of 2009 story?

>>46079 It's unverified but according to some people in the furry community in the Bay area, Musk did show up to some events and meetups but ended up pissing the wrong people off or just ended up not gelling with the people there and so fucked off. That and the supposed twitter account where he roleplayed as a four year old. All just hearsay but big if true.

>>46078 >>46081 >>46084 Interesting if true. Musk comes off as eccentric enough I wouldn't be surprised, but seems like an obvious lie from people with Musk Derangement Syndrome which has been found to be highly comorbid with Trump Derangement Syndrome. It's at least confirmed Amber Heard cosplayed and roleplayed as Mercy for him which suggests he's at least into nurse/doctor and caretaker stuff. ABDL wouldn't be much stretch from that for common related fetishes, Also never got why anyone who isn't an internet naive idiot would seriously believe Musk would have an alt account that obvious with no proof. Cyberpunk ABDL antifeminist Mars colonies sounds cool and interesting though.

>>46084 Please don't fall for Twitter bullshit oh my god. The image is a six-year-old post from r/trees of a woman who vaguely resembles Elon. There's no actual evidence outside of that. https://www.reddit.com/r/trees/comments/bj81gx/some_people_need_a_party_animal_we_have_a/

>>46092 >Amber Turd Does she shit on command for him as well?

>>46092 >It's at least confirmed Amber Heard cosplayed and roleplayed as Mercy for him which suggests he's at least into nurse/doctor and caretaker stuff. Or he just likes the character design? I think it's a bit of a reach to say everyone jerking it to Mercy wants a caretaker gf

>>46092 >Cyberpunk ABDL antifeminist Mars colonies sounds cool and interesting though. Mean astronauts do wear diapers so may develop from a necessity to part of the culture? >>46093 >woman who vaguely resembles Elon Christ what sort of meth do you have to take for that to alter your appearance?

Are women deported from the US already arriving in their countries in diapers?

>>46140 Depends on the country. Afghanistan is a padded caliphate so any woman returned there is going to be diapered before she touches the ground. Columbia not so sure, unless there is drug mules that stash the drugs in their pampers?

>>46157 >Columbia not so sure, unless there is drug mules that stash the drugs in their pampers? Mandatory coffee enemas got them so loose, they're practically incontinent. They'd have to be diapered to avoid messing up the place. No pun intended.

>>46157 Brazilian women also use a lot of drugs, they should be searched and handcuffed to their chairs, wearing only diapers

>Be member of feminist extremist group >Day of the Stroller arrives >One of the first to have my bottom bared and over the lap of my new "daddy" getting spanked till my ass glows red >Start crying after a few minutes, spanking seems to last an eternity with no end in sight >Eventually daddy stops and bends me over a table and handcuffs me to it >Daddy wants to give me the "Columbia special" >Confused at first till I start feeling the warm coffee flowing into my butt, start to scream >Enema feels like it is burning my insides, daddy makes me hold it for a while >Eventually made to release it into a potty, daddy cleans up my rear >Daddy then starts to fuck me up the ass, says he wants to make me nice and loose >He fucks me for a while, cums several times >Was screaming at first but after a while start to enjoy it and settle into giving quiet moans >Finally he is finished and uncuffs me, takes me to a changing table >Powders and diapers me, I am too exhausted to resist >Get put in a playpen with cushions and blankets to rest >Fall asleep for a bit >Start dreaming about what happened, start feeling excited by what was done to me >Wake up suddenly with urge to pee >No potty in sight have to use my diaper >Try to hold for a bit but then give up, warm pee flows into my diaper and it swells up >Feels surprisingly good >Think about what daddy may do in morning >Maybe he'll punish me? >Instantly feel horny >Want to feel relief >Grab a pillow and start to rub my diaper against it >Words cannot describe pleasure >Grind against the pillow till I orgasm >Collapse down and drift off to sleep sucking my thumb >Can't wait till tomorrow

I can see a variation of pic related being the fate of beta males in the Padded Reich.

>>46319 where is this pic from if you don't mind me asking

>>46875 https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/108839220 It's AI art, but AI art that has some effort so isn't just slop.

It's happened, The Fire Rises now officially has ABDL art. May god help us all.