At this point it might be the Mickey Mouse stuff...

I would move mountains for the math symbol diapers, the only recurring character in all of my postings >u>

I have a comm of Gabriel (boy in my pfp) being turned into a Monokuma drone by having his big stupid head dropped on him xd, so this is right up my alley yesyes

"Youwh shuch a th'tupid idioth!", puffy dress failing to veil her humongous diapers, unable to admit that being questioned on her math capacity threatens to prompt a huffy dorky sputtering... visible too are her frilly Jigglypuff sockies, and the strain of her backpack in company with pins galore~

Reality changing mid-argument, you instigate a debate on the quality of man's mathematics, he chants in annoyed steps: "I. Am. Not. Good. At. Maths! Leave me alone" to an equipped new reality, "I'm. Tho. Goohd. At. Mathh!", thick braces growing and math symbol print diaper bouncing per her steps.

Biokiddification.,.,.,

a close up of a person in a video game holding a baby . ALT: a close up of a person in a video game holding a baby .

I feel like Kieran would be too afraid to present his boy bits to me so the strategy is to hump him until he spills all over himself (including peeing his pants)

A blush dyeing the kid's face, perhaps the last remnant of shame or consciousness... or maybe fudging his tush and leaning against Mummy's chest to "stand" just took LOTS of effort.

"Bah-hhguh!" The boy lifts himself up from his position with a great struggle and without mind for the monologue, scrunching his face up. "HhhnnnNnnnnn...!", the great Pampers logo warping to the weight of the boy's babypants, that tummy knot comprised of his intelligence had to give some time soon!

"I knew your appetite for uncharted paths would take precedent over all rationality. Enlisting a bandit wronged by you to catch your blind spot darts imbued with my magic, well... your reputation doesn't matter anymore in permanent babyhoo-"

But now you're all little, all little and unlike the man once casting a long shadow over the baby within him. As my baby, you can be reformed." The very... human-esque woman softly whispers. No word contents occur to the former swordsman, the tone is just enough to giggle and burble.

well, not face of whoever carries him, he can only see a ginormous bare bosom. "Muhmmuhhmm" The boy babbles.
"That's right, I'm your Mummy. You've been quite a rowdy rugrat, haven't you? My sisters would know, with a smile on your face you killed them, I heard of all you had done to them.

the boy is lifted from his collapsing frame. His helmet is plucked off his head with a casual lift and toss, the boy is cupped by his armpits as his big Pampers diaper requires wiggling to break him free. Now easily flipped and comfortably carried by his bottom, he can meet the...

*RRRRIIPPP*, a big Pampers logo adorned diaper threatens to burst the ex-man now-boy's armour, easily overcoming anything without plates, its size much more snug than the now poorly fitting defenses.
"Aawhhnn... Muhmuhhhhh!" Tears fall and their source cries, bouncing off the walls of the dungeon,

*Sniffle*, he lets out, something feels wrong... his feelings are very persuasive at the moment, it's so difficult to think when you only feel in extremes, the extremes felt by a rowdy infant bouncing from jubilee to tears in minutes.
"Uwhh..hh" The preamble to the unexplainable bawling of a baby...

But its sight and connotations don't prevent the dart's transformative effect. Rushing to the abrasive man's head, it's a series of VERY strong emotion, not any product of the mind he raised over decades of sharpening... he's now critically challenged. No smarter than the kids he saved with a smile.

despite their nonverbal whines and cries for their mothers when the abducting monster is vanquished. Seated as the exclusive smiting force is the very swordsman now marked with a Pampers dart...

Its only identifiable trait is a 'Pampers' logo, even the most bone headed adventurers bearing a surmise on what's about to happen, the brand's popularity ballooning from introduction to now in a manner most conspicuous... diaper-clad kids found in places requiring rescue,

Shielded from head to toe in spiked armour, an anti-hero swordsman marches into the Meikyuu dungeon without a care in the world. Only on the third floor, a pin-sized dart finds a cozy home in his left thigh, an uncovered leggings spot to puncture with ease.

Maybe Mommymaxxing has given you insider knowledge to truly excel as a silly tumbly baby , , , making you the most worthy ever.
In all seriousness though, I rarely participate in this role stuff so I can't talk deeply about it, but my mind also walls off similar things, I hope you can overcome that.

How do I stop thinking about this...

My friend sent me a message saying "Okay *dumb* Mickeypants baby boy :p" and my brain turned into mooooshy mushymush

For the last month I have only produced completely unreadable personal button pushy NONSENSE butlikeohmybbfbcfhfhchhd

I keep integrating Disney (usu. Mickey) stuff into my ideas oh gosh >//////> how do I prevent this virus

It is the Rain World 2 I've always wanted to have
The base game is very precious to me, wasn't huge on Downpour so it took a lot of friend-side rallying for me to play Watcher. I loved it to bits however, it's one of those experiences that emotionally moves me just talking about how cool it was x3!

I have workshopped the word "bulgefrot" now because I just want to , , , touch big bulges , , , and nothing else

also I am split between 2 Gen 9 boys and 2 Gen 5 b- wait this completely spoils who I wanna pick

I want to c*mm this aftermath with two awfully cute housewife Pokéboys but I won't spoil >:)

My brain has become so rotted by the bulge at this point that I find spherical tenting through underwear like 1000000000000000X better than actually visible boy bits. The undies propaganda caught me...

become the pooltoy you wanna see in this world