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Uh oh spaghettio baby needs a changieo

I really love the picture I sent you, I think it's really nice, really beautiful. You could also send me a video of it, showing how you do it, how you use it.

Im sorry I dont think you sent me anything!

Was scrolling twitter when the image on the right came across my feed, i thought it looked familiar and then instantly i realized that it was me! Gotta say its pretty cool when your pics are being used in captions, just wish the creator had given me credit lol

Felt really smol

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Yep, I used this diaper up 🥴

All tuckered out

Its a prancin and dancin kinda day

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🌟 Pacifiers 101 🌟

✨ Whether you call it a pacifier, soother, dummy, paci, or any other name, many cadets aboard the little space station enjoy them! Here’s the rundown of things you should know about them before you buy one! ✨

🌠 An adult sized pacifier is the safe and best choice. 🌠

While baby pacifiers are more easily accessible, they aren’t meant for people with bigger mouths/teeth. Baby pacis are too short and are only able to reach just past your teeth. Pacifiers are supposed to end up at the roof of your mouth, which is why different sizes exist in the first place. If a paci is too short/small, then there are two outcomes:

Instead of your tongue keeping your paci from slipping out, you would bite down on it to keep it in place. Clenching your jaw shut for too long can cause aches and pain in both your jawline and your teeth.

If you attempt to suck your baby paci, your tongue will push itself against your front teeth repeatedly. This repeated force from your tongue is strong enough to push your teeth forward, which, if done excessively and over a long enough time frame, can lead to either an overbite or underbite. Long before that happens however, your front teeth will ache.

Adult pacifiers should not cause these problems. There are only a very few exceptions where they would not help, and I’ll list them:

You have barely lost your front teeth. Teeth and genetics are weird, and while the majority of people will have lost their front teeth when they were 6 or 7, some people lose their baby teeth later than that. Some individuals even get an entire second set of adult teeth! If any of these situations apply to you, then using any pacifier (but especially a too small one) after your new teeth have grown in is an unwise idea. There are gaps in the bone underneath your gumline, which means your teeth are especially sensitive to any type of pressure and are highly susceptible to shifting out of alignment. It typically takes a year for the bone underneath to solidify, in which case you should wait to use a paci until then.

You have braces/have barely gotten your braces removed. Similar to the circumstances above, if your teeth have recently been purposefully shifted into alignment, using a pacifier can cause aches and movement in your teeth. This can be prevented with the very important tool your dentist gave you: a retainer! Adult pacifiers fit perfectly behind your retainers, which will prevent any movement and/or pressure on your teeth. I would recommend not using your pacifier without a retainer until: you are instructed to stop using a retainer altogether or a year after you are instructed to use your retainer only while you’re sleeping. These times are greater than if you had new teeth because the older you are, the longer your body takes to grow - this includes bone. The older you have dental work done, the longer it’ll take for this bone to fully fill the space your teeth have vacated; if your dentist has instructed you to use your retainer for the rest of your life, I do not recommend using a pacifier for long periods of time without a retainer in place, as you have an increased risk of developing an overbite.

Your mouth is too small. The question is in which way your mouth too small? For example, if your teeth are too big for your mouth (and you may have even had some of them removed to make space/have straight teeth) then chances are that you would have to use an adult paci. However, if your teeth are short and otherwise child-sized, then you may instead find that the largest baby paci (36 months) will suit you fine and cause no pain. In this very specific circumstance, a baby pacifier may suit your needs better, as, to reiterate, as long as the paci ends at the roof of your mouth then you shouldn’t have any problems.

🌠 The Care and Cleaning of Your Pacifier 🌠

All pacifiers should be properly cleaned and sanitized when you first get one. Afterwards, they should be routinely cleaned to prevent bacteria and germs from growing and entering your mouth, even if they don’t seem dirty.

Wash it with warm water and dish soap. Take a clean cloth or towel, damp it with warm water, add a squirt of dish soap, and carefully clean the nipple and the back of the shield. Other soaps may not be food safe - as in, suitable for something you’re going to be putting in your mouth - so it’s best to be careful.

Use pacifier wipes. In stores, there exist specific wipes to clean pacifiers with! Some are vaguely flavored, so even if you might pop your paci in right after cleaning, it won’t leave a chemical taste in your mouth.

In the event that your pacifier needs to be completely sanitized (such as dropped on the ground or other unsanitary place or if used during an illness) your options are:

If you have an undecorated pacifier, as in one without any added embellishments, then you can bring some water to a boil, disassemble and toss the paci in there, stir it around for 2-5 minutes, remove it, and allow it to cool completely before putting it back together and placing it in your mouth.

If you have a decorated pacifer, check with the seller to see if there are any specific cleaning instructions.

After using your pacifier, make sure it is dry before putting it in storage to prevent the development of germs and bacteria - if possible, cleaning it after usage is recommended for long term storage.

Storage can be any container or location that is clean and dry: an old lunch box, a new pencil case/box/bag, a new make-up bag, a tin container, a tupperware container, a mason jar, a Halloween pail, an Easter basket, a Valentine’s Day box/tin/mailbox, and even a drawer are all examples of what you can use. If your pacifier storage can be easily cleaned, then feel free to use it!

🌠 Pacifier Usage 🌠

While using your pacifier, it’s best to avoid the practices that can lead to aches and pain, as previously mentioned.

Your tongue should not be touching or pushing against your front teeth at any point in the process, as this is what commonly leads to teeth aches and teeth shifting out of alignment. On top of this, you run the risk of becoming comfortable resting your tongue against your teeth even when you aren’t using your pacifier, which can also lead to your teeth shifting out of alignment.

Instead, your tongue should be resting along the bulb of the nipple, which should be right below your hard or soft pallet. Suckling may push the bulb towards the back of the mouth (or, your tongue moves along the stem of the nipple), but as long as your tongue doesn’t brace the nipple against any teeth, you shouldn’t experience any discomfort.

You may be tempted to bite down on your pacifier to keep it in your mouth, but as long as it’s properly sized, that’s not necessary. In fact, biting down on it can strain your jaw, similar to how teeth grinding can do the same. If you find yourself doing this often, with the jaw pain to go along with it, you may find it better to buy a mouth guard - some models even have a pacifier-like exterior, and you can view them as a more teether-like alternative.

When using your pacifier for long periods of time, you may begin to notice discoloration alongside the corners/edges of your mouth. This is common for people who use pacifiers, people who have retainers, or people who produce more saliva/drool more than average.

Don’t fret! Lip balms that promise “lip repair”, “intense therapy”, and “skin protecting” can be used at the corners of your mouth to soothe any irritation and prevent future discoloration from occurring again. If these are unavailable, petroleum jelly may help.

✨ Class dismissed - now go ahead and get the pacifier of your dreams, cadet!✨

ameliaodyssey

Corner Table in the Back, Ask for Lemon Water (2/2)

TW: ABDL Story. Non-Consensual. Sexuality. All characters are adults: Namid (29), Jae (30), Jessica (27). What do you think the ABDL community will run out of first: cute diapers or iterations on careful what you wish for stories?

Corner Table in the Back, Ask for Lemon Water (Part 2/2)

by AmeliaOdyssey

My harrowing journey was behind me. I stripped off my yoga pants and flopped onto the couch. My pullup gave a plaintive squish. But that was never something I had to worry about. Besides, the couch had a plastic cover under the blankets. I let myself doze off, pillow poking into my half-agape mouth.

I woke up to find Namid changing me. Her hands were practiced and gentle. She squinted a bit as my eyes opened. “Wipes are a bit cold, sorry.” She wiped along my inner thigh.

A groan as I tried to force my brain awake. “S’all good…”

“Says the leaky pants.” Namid said, winking. A brief puff of powder and she slipped my feet into the new pullup. When I was clean and dry, she slid into the couch next to me and held me. “Leaky pants that could have gotten herself in trouble today.” She kissed my neck.

I turned my head to look at her. “Not my smartest move.” I kissed her gently.

She reciprocated with a measured tongue, before pulling back. “You’ll have to make it up to me. I was late on a deadline for helping you get home.”

At once, I was lip-deep in her neck, hand sliding down to her skirt. A long drag of my finger provoked a shuddering breath. A deeper suck on the flesh of her neck. A dancing finger playing the simple scale that always drove her wild. A chance nibble at the ear. I slid away, to the other end of the couch. With teeth and fingertips, I pulled down her skirt to pay my penance.

When the fun was over, for the moment, we slid into our normal routine. It was stir-fry night, according to the meal plan. Namid cooked, I chopped and washed. I was better with a wok, but I wasn’t allowed within feet of the stovetop. Imagine how long it took to convince her to let me use a knife.

When dinner was ready, Namid wrapped the butterfly-patterned bib around my neck, and we dug in. We chatted aimlessly. Our dialogues always weaved minutiae—weekend plans, gossip—into spirited discussions of every big thought under the sun.

As I finished and Namid poked at her last few bites, I summoned some courage. I leaned my soy-soiled chin into my overturned wrist and gazed moonily at my love. “Do you ever think about marriage, Namid?”

She smiled, innocently, and took a wet wipe to my food-coated mouth. “In the abstract, sure. Seems like a nice idea. Lot of hangups, but I get why some people want it.”

“And…in the specific?”

She crumpled the wipe and put it on her plate. I knew she was pretending a bit, but she gave it some real thought. “If someone asked me? They’d have to be a really special someone. I can think of at least one such person. I don’t know if that person put much into the idea.”

I nodded, listening. “If the person did…I think they’d get the hokey-ness of it all. I doubt they’d hate it, though. You can struggle and fight a world that wants to work a certain way, but still take part in the little rituals, and find what kernels they have in them.”

“But Marlow was not typical…”

“And Conrad was a bloody racist, but he wrote pretty sometimes.” I tilted my head. “What if this person got you the most beautiful ring, bent on a knee and proposed?”

Namid laughed. “I wouldn’t need a beautiful r—” A knock at the door. “Jessica’s here. Let’s table this one for a bit.” She winked, knowing what a tease she was.

I took the dishes to the sink and began to wash up. My goofy grin wouldn’t be chased away by a bit of a pause. When I was finished, I entered the living room. “Hey Jessica, nice to see you.”

Jessica pointed at my messy bib. “Did you get any of the food in your mouth?”

“Oh, a good half-portion, at least,” Namid said, coming behind me and undoing the strings.

“I brought cheap wine.” Jessica said, raising up a bottle with a shredded label. “It was at the ass bottom of the rack. I think I got half-off of half-off.”

I checked my phone. 7:01. I shrugged. “Bedtime.”

“Damn, I didn’t even notice. Jess, you okay for a few so I can get this one tucked in?”

Jessica had no complaints. She stood, gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead and a tap on the butt. “Night Jae-Jae.”

In the bedroom, Namid pulled the curtain shut as I crawled into our bed. She sat down, nestling my favourite stuffies around me. “I feel like I’m forgetting something.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Guests are guests, but you know I’m not heading to dreamland without a ‘story.’”

She played it perfect. “A story! Of course.” She drew the covers half up my body. Her hand came to rest on the front of my pullup. A teasing stroke.

“Tonight’s story is about a lovely woman who tried to go walking in the city by herself.” The strokes gained pressure and rhythm.

I moaned.

“She thought that her big important errand was cause enough to go strolling down the sidewalk with no one to hold her hand.” She leaned in, voice taking on a husky whisper. “But the poor girl couldn’t handle it all. The noise and the pedestrians were too much.”

My breath quickened.

“Alone on concrete and bereft of her caregiver, she called the only one who could help her. Her dear sweet partner answered quick. She guided the woman home, a gentle presence on the phone just like a warm hand.” On the word hand, she pressed deeper into my pullup—into me. “Do you know what the lesson is?”

I was a quavering body and a whimpering voice. “T-that I need…I need…”

“Uh huh?”

“I need someone t-to take c-care of me.” I was primed for the finale.

“You’re barely out of diapers, my sweet, no matter how old you are. Let the feelings take over. And think about who takes care of you.”

The instant of climax came in a rapturous burst. Before reality could snap me back into its cold embrace, Namid stepped in with warm covers and a hug. “Sleep well, Jae-Jae.”

And I did.

I snuck out of her embrace the next morning. I squished out of the room to find my purse. I felt a grumble in my belly and rolled my eyes at the obnoxiously huge unicorn potty. A brief push and I expelled my morning movement into my pullup.

I was done waiting. Today was the day. I picked up my purse and removed the ring box. As I opened it, I started turning words around to come up with my proposal.

The ring was gone. Or, replaced, rather. The brilliant red stone had been replaced with a dorky plastic ruby—cheap plastic, no less.

What had I done? Did I screw up? I did something wrong. I ruined everything. With each breath, more ragged than the last, tears formed. Namid would never accept this.

I heard her shuffling towards the living room. I closed the ring box, dropped it in my purse and turned.

“Hey, stinky.” She said, rubbing her eyes. “It’s just a little poopie, don’t get upset.”

“We—we have to go back!” I begged, as I was lead to the changing mat on the floor.

Namid was all business, focused solely on cleaning me up. “We can go wherever you want tomorrow. I have work, and you got that daycare spot starting today.”

I gripped Namid’s wrist, to pull her focus. “We have to go today. Please.” I was desperate, and it was obvious.

Namid removed my hand from her wrist, perfectly gentle. She looked at me, heard me. She considered. “Okay…okay. We’ll get you cleaned up, and we’ll go. I’ll call in. Are you sure this is important?”

I could only nod, trying to communicate the importance. I didn’t have the words.

She didn’t ask for words. “I trust you.”

And she did. Despite my general care needs, despite my immaturity and foolishness, she trusted me. I could be trusted to know what was best for myself. I was her equal. Her peer. Her partner.

Bless her, truly, for not questioning me. We needed muted clothing. We couldn’t take the car. We had to take the 21 North and we couldn’t speak to anyone. Hand in mine, she let herself be dragged across the quiet streets.

It was early, but the dim Open sign was alight. I put my hands on Namid’s cheeks. “I’m going to be right back. Everything is fine, it’ll all be okay.”

Namid smiled, but her concern was clear. “I’m your girlfriend, not your Mom. Be safe. And you’re going to explain yourself as soon as you do what you need to do."

I promised with a kiss. My rapid gesture startled her, but she leant into it.

The server’s hair sliver was blue that day, and their studded bangle was on the other wrist. “Back table, please. In the corner.” I said, hurriedly.

The server nodded. I rushed to the back of the room, sat down in the booth. The server was still walking over when I called out “Lemon water, please!”

The server shrugged. “Sippy cup fine?”

I sighed in frustration. “Do I look like I can drink out of a regular glass?”

No response. The server lifted the nearby wall-curtain and walked through into darkness.

I dug out the ring box and smacked it on the table. I put my phone down next to it, taking another look at the summer memory of my lock screen. I steeled myself.

Brick scratching behind me. The distant voice of dead worlds spoke. “Was the ring not to your lover’s taste?” Still nothing in the tone. No bemusement, no criticism.

“It changed. It’s wrong. The ring is different now.”

“It is appropriate for the gesture.” A statement, a fact, and I would have none of it.

“It’s not. I need a ring that will prove…prove what I can give her. One that will remind us of the happiness we have and the happiness to come.”

A pause. “She loves you, as you said. Who is the ring for?”

I had no patience. I said what I meant, and I didn’t consider the words. “It’s for me! Sure. For me. Something that I can look at—something to remind me of what we are. A—a way to confirm that I am to her what I know that I am. Something that brings me joy, something that reminds me of my value in her life.” I held the ring box to my side, where the gnarled hand had come before. When it emerged, it took the box. It took its price.

Without pause, the hand sunk away. It returned with a larger box. This one was hard plastic, adorned with barn animals. But my eyes were greedy, my heart was sure. I took the box.

Namid was hurrying down the restaurant, pushing my stroller. She apologized to the server. “I’m so sorry, she got away from me. Jae-Jae, what were you thinking? We have babas and animal crackers galore packed. We don’t need to bother these nice people.”

My proud smile was undeterred. I plopped out of the booth onto my padded bottom with a poof. I opened the box. “Will you marry me?”

Even frustrated, Namid was kind. She plucked the brightly-coloured teething ring from the box. “You want to marry Mommy, huh?”

I affirmed with a nod. Namid pulled me off the ground, sat me in the stroller and strapped me in. “Okay, okay. We’ll get married, then.” She absentmindedly handed me the teething ring and I began to chew and drool all over it. “Is it okay if she keeps this?”

Pure indifference. “Free of charge.” The server got out of the way so Namid could wheel me out.

We strolled in the morning sun. “Can Mommy still date Mama Jessica if we get married?”

“Uh huh!” I answered, as if it was the silliest question I’d ever heard.

~Thanks for reading!

I have perpetual Twilight Zone brain, but I never actually watched more than an episode. All I had growing up were reruns of weird knockoffs like Outer Limits. I did once binge a bunch of Tales from the Crypt. Horror is kind of my favourite genre, so no surprise it influences me.

Love,

AmeliaOdyssey

An old set but a great one! Who else is excited for the holidays coming up?

little space realizationz

so im filling up my sippy cup like an adult when i over flow it and spill juice on my tights...now i have red stains on them like an actual toddler wtf this is bs. it got on the floor too...im about to regress sooooo hard omgmfgfgffg

#little space #littlespace #little #padded agere #padded little #abdl

Luv this skirt from @lilcomforts1

Stinky sunday…

See??? Im totally still dry! Cause im a big boy!

These diapers from CutiePlusU, while the look really cute, gotta say they are pretty low quality, dont hold much, and fit poorly, and are prices the same as quality diapers. Not worth the print IMHO

Ok its changin time!

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