This is the first time I've heard the term "pulley" used to describe a pull-up and I love it

it me #abdl

I was very productive today, so I could be a stony baby tonight

happy marijuana day

Spiderman says "Yoshi!" (he says hi)

relationship goals: cool goth mommy and emo diaper cuck girlfriend <3

I recall once finding a Rugrats website w/ plot synposuses. I would frequently just read the description for Angelica's Birthday and disassociate.

Our family computer was in the living room, behind the couch and in view of the TV. I was fucked up on shit they could not even comprehend

happy #BDF from your resident baby disaster #abdl

New OC! Cammie The Rat!
LORE: She lost all her money in a timeshare scam

guy tied to the tracks and his best friend, the trolley operator

Adult Ori is wearing their usual clothes. Shortalls, croptop, socks and chunky shoes, with plenty of accessories. And they don't give a single fuck. Ah, you can also see they are wearing a diaper :P Behind the, you can read "I'm hella weird, and I'm fine with that"

Idk, it's ok to be weird.

I love stories about people warming up, and learning to love their kinks. Stories where guarded people are finally able to show vulnerability... that's the good shit.

it's TMI Tuesday, so ask me questions about my soggy diapers

only being allowed to get off when you have something in your mouth

thumb, pacifier, bottle, toy, anything occupying your mouth

gaining an oral fixation fetish through positive reinforcement

RUSHING to shove a thumb in your mouth before you spurt because you're about to climax and you need it

I can't. I have to babysit...(myself)🍼

#abdl #babyfur #kidfur #diaperfur #diaperlover #diaper #diapers

Old faithful

thank you!

Your pics are always super adorable, and I couldn't help but play with the premise.

Her jeans hit the floor, revealing a matching diaper of her own - only with a notable lack of stars around the crotch.

"There. Now, why don't we have some fun?"

This was going to be an interesting week.

"Cuuuute. There's a good little one."

You caught a glance of yourself in the mirror, and saw the same waistband that captured your eye earlier. It was just now on your ass instead of hers.

"And just so you don't feel so alone..."

Your mind raced. Obviously you could just talk some sense into her. There had to be some combo of words that would get you out of this.

Your butt was in the air before they came to you. The soft padding on your ass was abnormal, yet nostalgic. An avalanche of powder chilled your genitals.

You tried to interrupt, but the finger on your lips suggested it was a bad idea.

"Your parents put me in charge. I'm not intending on screwing up this job with a piss stained rug. You get in my way, and your wet pants end up in every group chat on your phone."

She laid the towel down on the floor.

As you opened the curtain, she greeted you with a towel and a smile. She sat you down on the (closed) toilet and dried off your hair.

Her demeanor was sweet and comforting, even as she spoke the words that signed your fate. "Well, looks like I was right not to trust you with potty privileges."

She gave you the courtesy of showering with the curtain closed, giving you a moment to process how all of this was making you feel.

You weren't sure how long your head was under the running water, long enough for her to toss your wet clothes in the wash - and grab a bag from the living room.

You wanted to scream at her, to shout "WHAT THE FUCK!?", and call her every four letter word in your vocabulary.

But words escaped you. As she consoled your side, turned on the shower, and helped you undress - it was easier to accept her assistance than put up a fight.

Mind racing, you tried to figure a way out of this. Maybe the shower? Would it help if she only looked in the mirror at you?

But before you could come to a compromise, your dam broke.

It didn't feel like urinating. It felt like water was falling out of your body, slipping from your grip.

"I told you, you're not leaving my sight for the next seven days."

She had forced her way into the bathroom.

The two of you argued for what felt like hours, as the pressure in your bladder increased.

You could feel the heat radiate across your face, soaked with embarrassment.

"If you want this back, you'll need to earn that trust back from me. But you have a LOT of trust to earn back, buddy."

The dawning reality of this situation was not lost on you.

"From now on, you do not leave my sight. Period."

At first, you thought you'd gotten off easy. Until you needed to pee.

Without realizing it, you ended up on the floor. The babysitter towered over you, like a stern teacher scolding a mischievous toddler.

While stunned, she flashed your phone to your face and unlocked the device. Her thumbs moved like mad, no stranger to the settings.

You tried to explain yourself. Tried to say you were just curious about her...

Saying the word felt impossible. It caught in your throat.

"Stop talking."

You stopped talking.

"We are going to be in this house together for one week, and you've already proven why I'm here. You can't be trusted."

She sighed, having long lost her patience for mischievous boys with cell phones.

"Do you want your parents to know about what you just did?"

In hindsight, saying yes would have been the smart answer. You'd be in trouble, but she'd be without leverage.

Instead, you panicked.

She moved without hesitation, like a trained professional catching a child with their hand in the cookie jar.

Your phone fell out of your hand and into hers.

"Were you taking a picture of my ass?" she accused.

She only had a few inches on you, as you slunk down in shame - it felt like feet.