Social Structures of a Diaper Harem

Abe Dell had been indulging his diaper love, and while the gender ratios and harem structure were certainly for the indulgence of power dynamics, he had yet to incorporate elements of Ageplay. Now here he was with 4 beautifully diapered women that serve him hand and foot, but there was not the disparity of power between infant and caretaker.

The only problem was the infinite number of permutations and nuance that could be applied.

The quick thought of all women having the social status of infants jumped front of mind, but as gender ratios stand, how could any one man support 3-6 helpless adult women, any number of daughters, sisters, aunts, and still have the world function? As much as he would love to see adult women squirming delightfully on the floor, mouthing a teething ring, barely stringing words together to ask "dada gimmie cock hard", that wouldn't be feasible world-wide. Maybe some kind of daycare or resort, a possible hotel of pleasures, Abe Dell made a mental note of that idea for later.

So maybe total regression was a bad idea, maybe that idea about harem dominance would be good to play around with. Would top harem sister take the motherly roll and the bottom harem sister be humiliatingly infantalized, the other sisters living under threat of demotion by the harem mother? Maybe the favored harem sister is rewarded by being totally pampered, with the other harem sisters jealous of her freedom of responsibility? Either way, Abe Dell would be setting the pecking order, these girlfriends were new and he didn't want to be source of resentment.

Maybe some quirk of genetics made some women have a sort of aphasia to adult behaviors, they were lifelong babies but not directly through the fault of Abe Dell, if you ignore him writing the rules, he wasn't specifically targeting Aberdeen, Abbelina, Abebi, or Abigail as trapped or exalted as an adult baby.

Something framing Abe Dell's thoughts, he enjoyed being little, so no matter how a woman ended up as an adult baby, they should be happy about it. So no punishing humiliation should be the driving factor. All women should want to be treated as an infant, but should also want to be the mommy. How to square that circle. What if that drive is tied to the woman's sexuality, a woman wants to be a submissive bottom and give power to others, easy to advertise that by slurring around a pacifier while holding a cuddly toy. A woman is a more dominant top and craves to show power over others? As a mommy they decide when and how a Little eats, sleeps, orgasms, outside of the direct wishes of a man. They would advertise a lack of infantile paraphernalia. And there would be no problem if a woman was more fluid in their wants.

Abe Dell cracked the Notebook open and started putting thought to ink.

Old Rule: Beyond the submission of women to men, female sexuality toward their harem-sisters is expressed on a spectrum of dominance and submission. A purely dominant woman is Big, or Mommy, wanting to hold power over their harem sisters in some way. A purely submissive woman who wants to give power to their harem sisters is Little, or a Baby. A Little, while still a functional adult, will express themselves as immature. The extent differs Little to Little as to how far to go.

Satisfied with the addition, Abe Dell closed the Notebook and headed to his bedroom.

A new door in his floorplan took his notice. Cutesy block lettering announced it The Nursery. Curious, Abe Dell slowly opened the door. A night light projecting stars dappled the walls in light, a low set crib the size of a full bed was against a wall, Abbelina was all tucked in, pacifier laying limp by her mouth, butt foisted up in the air. Tinkling music from a mobile played as it lazily spun, dangling little plastic bottles, pacifiers, safety pins, and rattles. Looking around, a more traditional changing table lined the opposite wall, a low plastic table stood near the window and had stuffed animals sat around it, a trunk near it was open and teething toys, blocks, stacking rings, were piled to the rim. Clearly Abbelina was more submissive and was a Little. There would be time to observe that tomorrow.

Like the change in the floorplan, Abe Dell's room was once again altered slightly. The wide accommodating bed had narrowed to a more standard king sized. In it were Abebi and Aberdeen, looking much the same. The redhead and the negress were Bigs, or at least both felt Big tonight, though Aberdeen had a thumb barely resting on a lip, she must switch it up a bit. Abe got in bed between the women, who woke up enough to cuddle closer to their man, Abe Dell drifted to sleep, enveloped in the warmth of their bodies, soft flesh caressing his sides, padded crotches rubbing against his thighs.

Sleep took Abe easily.