Some sketches of a fun idea @rockhardhudson.bsky.social had of Jack's rocky transition back to big boy undies after a whole summer in diapers.

Are you a consumer furry (Rick Owen’s twink poodling with $10k suit head) or creator furry (3 phd math wizard with a fedora creating light up floors for dance competitions)

IJ is definitely satirical, but it’s also very sincere. It’s encyclopedic in density and has a 100+ characters but it’s sort of like a funhouse mirror on contemporary American society—exaggerated and extreme but also hyper realistic. It’s also hard to understand overall until like 150~ pages in.

The audiobook is great for acting out the characters but be ready for some footnotes (like Incandenza’s filmography) to go on forever in audio form. There’s also a good amount or visual gags and playful structure in the book that don’t make sense/aren’t conveyed in the audio version.

I enjoy the implication that diaper tf gives you out-of-body-experience third-person vision

In about half an hour (9AM), I'm gonna open up for a YCH commission! Just two slots this time but hoping to open more soon after!

In my data chamber viewing a live heat map of every big diaper being put on after work this Friday

I carry something like these and I really like it www.bleu-de-chauffe.com/en/204-busin...

This is a knock off too. A bouclé wool version (lame!) I saw in a store here was 22k. It was fun to sit in though.

Gufram Pratone® Infinito Designed in 1971 by the Strum Group - Giorgio Ceretti, Pietro Derossi and Riccardo Rosso - and produced by Gufram, Pratone Infinito stands out for its experimental identity. This room-object, which re...

Hopefully he’s got a phone to call an SA too cause the new production model offered last year is “price upon request” shop.mohd.it/en/pratoner-...

Need to figure out a way to reverse-engineer G/ufram’s process to make custom foam furniture…

conundrum

And with that, he quickly turned heel, attending to some other business in the camp, while your could only squirm in your loaded diaper, and try to ignore the growing tent in your crotch, as your fellow Pokémon teased you endlessly for the stinky, poopy charmander you’d become.

“Either way, I’ve got no problem training an oversized toddler to know how small he really is. You’ll be in these until I think you’ve learned your lesson. You can spend the rest of the morning in your poopy accident, until you’re begging for daddy to give you a new diaper. Have fun, big guy!”

On your bulging, overpacked seat, and smushed your accident back against you. You squirmed away instinctually, but involuntarily moaned, shocking yourself at your own reaction.

“Maybe now you’ll listen to what I tell you to do, big guy.”

He kneaded your bulging seat. You moaned again. Fuck.

“Oh man, good thing we picked up the extra protection ones, huh guys?”

Your trainer was taunting you, as your fellow Pokémon fully burst out laughing at your display. With your heart beating out your chest, and your face blushing hot, you could only close your eyes while your trainer placed a hand-

you from having a blow out in front of all of the Pokémon you used to bully. Your brain breaking as you whimpered through the yucky, poopy sounds coming from your thickly rounded butt, closing your eyes as you could focus on nothing but the feeling of your diaper getting fuller and fuller.

If the sound hadn’t made your potty failure any less obvious, the sudden ballooning out of the cartoons on your seat certainly didn’t do you any favours. You grunted like a big baby as you pushed out a full monster-sized accident into your diapers, feeling the leakguards expand to keep-

You were bigger than this! This wasn’t right! You were going to get out of this and kill that damn brat once and for-

Oh no. A cold sweat hit you. This is actually happening. That feeling in your tummy just getting heavier. You’re going to-

*FLBRRRRROOOORT*

*FBRRRRRT*

You let out a huge, bass-y fart as your trainer continued to tease you about how much you needed to poop.

You. A big, scary charizard. The one the other Pokémon were afraid of getting in the way of.

Woken up to an audience of weaklings watching you struggle to not poop your pants.

-extra large diapers, forcing the cartoon art on your butt to suddenly warp out of shape before deflating again.

“Uh oh. Someone’s ready for their morning boom boom, aren’t they?”

You trashed more. But it was no use. Your trainer was easily able to lift your tail even further,as the urge only grew

Your tail being hiked up betrayed any of your physiological instincts for ‘house training’ that you’d been taught as a charmander, and as if on queue your trainer placed his hand on your tail and hiked it ever-so-slightly higher, forcing out a squeaky burst of gas that inflating the seat of your-

Before you could thrash any harder trying to twist your neck to burn this punk’s eyebrows off, you felt a telltale gurgle from your rounded tummy. Nature always called for you right after waking up. Except this time you wouldn’t be given the dignity of flying off for privacy to do your business.

Your trainer was standing over you from behind, just out of reach of any flame you could throw from your maw at him, and began to let you know that since you were too tuff and high level for him to command, he’d have to treat you like a baby charmander until you learned to listen.

-found state. Squirming and wiggling frantically as you became aware that the rubber strap attached to your chest and crinkling your monster-sized rump against your diaper’s tail-hole was also holding your arms and legs together, & that you were helpless to free yourself from this humiliating state.

-and a extra thick, baby-print diaper pressed against your crotch, lifting your big reptile haunches a few inches into the air and displaying your new pampers for your fellow Pokémon to see. All around you, your trainer’s smaller companions held back from giggling as you tried to rise in your new-

A powerful charizard like you was never concerned about taking commands from a weakling trainer. The dumbass had managed to capture you with some fancy high-tech ball, but you’d realized quickly that you could just refuse his command. That is, until you woke up with a rubber strap flagging your tail

This conditioning *works* too.

Just the same as only ever being allowed to spurt in diapers.

And slowly replacing any associations of sex with stimming w/ your Huggies.

Until being horny just makes you want to suck your thumb and smush your padded butt onto your nursery floor.

Zoom in of shiny and soft G/uflac finish on various furniture

This is the material I imagine the furniture in fantasy abdl nurseries is made out of.

Imagine your whole room transformed from hardwood or metal to squishy, toddler-safe foam in bright colours. Flooring soft enough for you to safely toddle over on without risk of boo boos.