✨Dada's Little Prince✨

To pee or not to pee, that was a question my body settled for me.

Okay, maybe it would be pretty bad with jeans or pants in general... But nothing a zipper or a bum flap can't fix :3

The point is, you need changies so often that taking your bottoms off is actually more trouble than just pulling them up unsnapped, and *that*, is button-pushy 🥴🫠

But they are truly so good when you are wearing a onesie and shortalls. There's no denying they are useful in that situation, and getting them snapped on *twice* after getting out of your soggy pamper will never not melt my brain 🫠

#ABDL I don't care about how impractical or useless they actually are for some clothes, but everything is better with snaps on the crotch. Shorts? Yes you could just pull them down, but after getting your stinky butt wiped, having your snaps done just adds so much to the humiliation 🥴🥴🥴

CW: #ABDL #messy #diaper
When daddy squats down, he's trying to get to your level, to get your attention.

When you squat down, you are surrendering your adulthood, pooping yourself, filling your diapers, being the baby you actually are.

It's not the same, stinker.
Now to find the changing room...

With a pat in the bum, he sent you off to work: "Have fun packing pamps today, little one, but try keeping it less stinky, yeah, stinkaroo?"

You quickly ran inside the building, trying to hide from daddy's teasing, knowing well your padded colleagues would take over for him sooner or later.
(11/11)

The very thick diaper he put you in, the same ones he put you into during bedtime, was an unavoidable reminder of what you've done. Daddy fetched some spare work pants, and finished getting you ready for the second time today. (10/11)

The rip was the peak of your humiliation, as your mess was revealed to the world... But also your raging hard-on. You couldn't believe you were getting public changies. Daddy wiped your bum, receiving some amused looks from your co-workers.
(9/11)

"Babies that can't keep their pants clean don't get to argue."

You heard some of your co-workers as they went in, and chose silence. Daddy then took you out of your blown-out work pants, and ripped the sides of your pull-ups. (8/11)

You were not a baby! You were just about to go into work!
"Please daddy!"
"No point squirt, I've got to go to work too, and you can't go in smelling like a barn."
"B-b-buh!"

Daddy lays you down on the backseat, shoving the paci kept on the door card on your mouth.
(7/11)

You barely registered him unstrapping you off your car seat, and opening the other side's door. You snapped out of it as you felt yourself being pushed down back into the car.
"D-Daddy wait!!! Everyone will see!" You cried out desperately.
"Yeah, and you are a baby, babies poop their pants." (6/11)

An abnormal lack of movement in the backseat. As he fully turned to meet your gaze, he met mortified eyes and a pale face. A bottom strap clearly struggling, and work pants with newfound colours near the crotch.
Daddy sighted.

"Couldn't even hold it to daycare, huh, poopy pants?"

(5/11)

Daddy pulls over, right in front of the building, and pulls the handbrake. *Grrkkkkkkk*

*BRLOPFPFT* UH-OH.

Daddy looked confused at his hand. Why did the sound keep on going after he fully pulled on the handbrake?
From the corner of his eye he noticed:
(4/11)

Daddy had noticed. As a new wave of pain struck your tummy, you had barely yelped a simple "ye".

"We're only 1 minute away, baby. You can hold it until daycare, yeah?~"

You nodded. You had to make it. You were in a pull-up, your first one, and you were just about to meet your co-workers! (3/11).

The highway seemed endless, as daddy drove you to "daycare", or so he called your job. Your tummy angrily grumbled, and the 5 point harness of your car seat, pressing down on your diaper tightly did not allow for any relief.

"You are squirming a lot, sport. Ya need the potty?"

(2/11)

CW: #messing #diapers #ABDL

Your tummy hurt. *BAD*.
There was no way you were going to poop your pull-ups, daddy had just trusted you enough to have you in them! You tried to distract yourself with the trees rapidly disappearing behind the car, daddy driving with no care in the world. (1/11)

example,
(2^3)*-1 + (2^2)*0 + (2^1)*1 + (2^0)*0 = -8 + 0 + 2 + 0 = -6.

So, yeah. This is a more in-depth explanation of integers... But yes, things behave really weirdly on overflows. You suddenly go from the highest number to the lowest on overflows, and that causes bugs.
(2/2)

An alternative way to look at binary, is a sum of 2^n, where n is the "index", starting at 0 and growing from right to left.

So the unsigned number, "1010", is (2^3)*1 + (2^2)*0 + (2^1)*1 + (2^0)*0 = decimal 10.
For 2's complement, the highest (leftmost) bit becomes negative. For the previous (1/2)

Not to be pedantic, and I'm sure you only did it for simplicity:

Computers actually use 2's complement internally.

To make a negative number, you actually flip all the bits and add 1.

Therefore:
decimal 1 -> binary 0001
decimal -1 -> {
Flip 0001 -> 1110
Add 1 -> 1111
}
-1 is 1111.

3 months since I last posted! Yeah, am still here, still diaper brained, still cuddling Eddie, and still thinking about writing! Not sure what I could write about, though. Suggestions appreciated :3

I think that's enough of a portfolio 🥺

Won't be reposting the others... Didn't quite make the mark I think.

Need to get more inspo though! Maybe one day I'll write something real good :3

Bab thoughts:

Grunties.
Hghnnmff---!!!
*BLORT FWUMP*

A sigh of relief, lulling out your tongue, dropping the paci and drooling all over.

So saggy, stinky and good...

Crayons (5/5).

Soon you are yet again alone with your crayons and colouring book, and a warm feeling in your tummy.

You resume your colouring, wondering if there could ever be anything better than Daddy's love.

Crayons (4/5).

As he places the reddish-coloured crayon on your hand, you hurriedly suck on your paci.
Daddy gives your diaper a squish, smiles, and leaves as quickly as he came.

Crayons (3/5).
"I see they found themselves a new home!"

You blush, completely unaware that you were soaked until Daddy pointed that out.

Daddy squats down, and picks up a crayon and holds it up to your blushing cheeks.
"I know just the right color for you to paint Mars with!"

Crayons (2/5).

"Oh, there they are!" — Daddy says through a laugh.
Not understanding what was so funny, you stare back at him with a confused face.

He explains: "Oh, I've been looking for them... Ever since they've been missing from your pamper's print!"

Bab Thoughts:
Crayons (1/5).
Ah, nothing like laying on your tummy, drawing up yet another piece for the art gallery (the fridge)! You love drawing for daddy! Today, your crayons gave life to some martians in your coloring book.

Playing on the floor (3/3).

"*sniff* Are you... pooping your pants?" — As you hear the last words you'll understand from Daddy today, you sit back down with a smush into your warm, mushy, stinky diaper, drool seeping from under your paci, in pure infantile bliss.

Playing on the floor (2/3).

You stop in your tracks, grunting against your paci as a loud BLORT is heard. A newfound warm mess tents the back of your crinkly diapers.

Bab thoughts:
Playing on the floor (1/3).

You got your best stuffie friend and your blankie with you, sitting on the floor on top of your legs as you "nyooom" your toy car in-between your blocks.