I’m just a silly girl (22) with a tumblr account 🧸
i definitely don’t have accidents! I don’t know why people think I’m such a baby?? I would never wet myself, much less mess, ever!!
~maybe might be a tiny bit fibbing~
I am a lesbian (though a lot of my old posts will mention the dom as a “he”), not in a relationship
Don’t have a daddy/cg (daddy is gender neutral to me as I don’t love the word mommy, though I’ll use that too from time to time)
On top of dd/lg kink: i like dumbification and omorashi.
I’m also not all about kinks. So please, treat me as a human and not a toy for your own pleasure.
Even though i won’t post this here, i do mentally age regress* sometimes (which is non-sexual) because of trauma and other priv stuff.
*Regressing and little space are NOT the same. Regressing mentally is going back to an earlier stage of development. That would mean you cannot give consent if you go back to the age of a minor. Little space is like sub space and dom space! It makes stuff hazy, allows you to go deeper into your submission, and makes your tummy tingleee
(good thing to know for anyone in either/both communities)
Okie that’s all, byeee, let’s be friends maybe !!! 🥰
Can you count on two hands the number of accidents you've had since 18? Wait no no... that's way too long a timeframe...can you count on two hands the number of accidents you've had this year month?
:o mm🥺
um.. lemme check my potty chart!
okie so… um.. according to my calculations.. only TWO!
It doesn’t stop me AT ALL from loving to be teased. Idc what gender you are, I’ll blush and hide my face all the same. I just won’t want to do anything… yk… sexual 🫠
You're out in a pullup with a caregiver and you finally work up the courage after a bit of squirming to tell them you need to potty...they give you a smile and a "Okay Kiddo" but then seem to just continue on with what they're doing.
How does it make you feel and what do you do?
Ohmigosh!! like the dumbest, silliest little girl ><
i would loooove this!!
i’d feel too unsure of what to do, so I’d just continue squirming and unintentionally whining after a while, due to the desperation… maybe leak a bit and, if i was desperate enough, finally decide they must’ve meant for me to go in my pullies and just have an accident right there 👀 but honestly, the longer I’d wait, the more silly i’d feel doing it because ‘if they meant for me to potty in my padding, surely they would’ve said so…’ especially after noticing i didn’t do it right away… so ‘if i do it now, it’s like i held it on purpose just to wet myself’ an- ><
Are you into wedgies and if you are what's the biggest one you've ever received?
this is one of those k*nks that i am very into but find it so humiliating to to talk about 🙈 i haven't experienced anything extreme but i love getting one during a punishment. i like the humiliation of it and the sensation it causes ~down below~. i like that it can also be used to hold me in place
Wassup kiddo, what have you been up to lately so far?
ehehe >< hii
I’ve been working as a bartender at a beach bar!! Had vacation recently and now the regular summer employees are free to work so I’m not getting many hours, but I’m expecting more at the end of summer when the regulars get busy w other stuff!
A bully dom with a little that doesn’t know what a wet dream is and lies, telling them “it’s when you dream about wetting yourself”. Later, the dom invites friends/a date over and, when the little mentions having had a wet dream that night, the dom has to warn the guest/s to not explain the real meaning because it’s “too grown up” for them and “the only wet dreams they should be having are the ones where they wake up to a soaked diaper”
A bully dom with a little that doesn’t know what a wet dream is and lies, telling them “it’s when you dream about wetting yourself”. Later, the dom invites friends/a date over and, when the little mentions having had a wet dream that night, the dom has to warn the guest/s to not explain the real meaning because it’s “too grown up” for them and “the only wet dreams they should be having are the ones where they wake up to a soaked diaper”
Force you into a thick diaper then tease you about what a little baby you are. Give you the expectation that in a few hours you would be given your underwear back but your babyish behavior just gets them taken away... days later (any many full diapers later) you'd still be in a diaper and nowhere close to underwear, each day treated more and more little - in private bottles, pacifiers, crawling, bed times. In public, a thick diaper, hand holding, discreet diaper checks and butt pats.
Give us two or three details you'd add/change to this to make it something you'd really enjoy.
Oooo this is a very fun ask!!
Well…
1. i love being bullied through my own actions. a fun addition could be: accusing me of something babyish, then calling me “fussy” when i instinctively protest ><
2. not being allowed a phone when in public as a rule! When at home it’s fine, but in public? i need to rely on my caregiver to check the time, make sure i don’t get lost, pay for food, etc!
3. give me lots of water when in public and then tell me ‘no wetting your padding unless it’s an accident!’ But also: “no potty”. Then watch me squirm and potty dance all day…
tiny changes: i’d prefer pullies in public unless the dom can reasonably convince me that i can’t handle it. i also generally prefer sippies instead of bottles. Though i like bottles when it’s for milk!
oh and… wanna have tha privlige of buzzy time some days if m a good girl…
The nursery was quiet and peaceful in the soft afternoon light.
She lay on her back in the crib, staring up at the gentle spinning mobile above her. The room smelled like baby powder and vanilla, the familiar comforting scent that always surrounded her now. She was supposed to be napping, but sleep refused to come.
It’s been so long since Daddy touched me like that, the way he used to kiss me hard, the way his hands would slide under my clothes and make me feel like a real woman… I miss it. I miss when he’d made me scream with pleasure. She thought, squirming restlessly under the blanket.
Her princess parts were tingling again, that warm, needy ache that had been building for weeks. Daddy still touched her constantly — lifting her into uppies and carrying her around the house like she weighed nothing, kissing her forehead, booping her on the nose, gently rubbing cream and powder between her legs during changes, blowing raspberries on her tummy until she giggled helplessly, cradling her close while she drank her nighttime baba. Those moments made her feel safe and loved, but lately they only made the other ache worse.
She glanced at the closed nursery door. Daddy had put her down for her afternoon nap almost an hour ago, but her body wouldn’t settle.
Her hand slipped under the blanket, pressing against the front of her thick, soggy diaper. The padding was warm and heavy from earlier leaks, and the loud crinkle echoed in the quiet room as she rubbed tentatively.
Just a little…Daddy won’t know. I’ll be quick and then I can nap like a good girl. She thought, cheeks already flushing.
She pushed her hand harder against the thick front, trying to reach inside the leg cuff, but the diaper was too bulky.
The crinkles grew louder with every frustrated movement, desperate to scratch her needy itch. She whimpered softly, hips rocking in tiny, desperate circles. The soggy padding squished warmly against her, but it wasn’t enough. It never was anymore.
Downstairs, Daddy was finishing up in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. He smiled to himself as he opened the door.
Hayley stood on the porch, looking elegant in her red dress that accentuated her womanly curves in all the right places. She was holding a brightly wrapped gift bag. Her eyes lit up with genuine excitement when she saw him.
“Hey there,” she said warmly, stepping forward to hug him. “I brought the ballerina Barbie for her. I remembered her talking about it at the little and caregiver meetups. I can’t wait to give it to her! I’ve been thinking about her nonstop.”
Daddy pulled her into a warm hug, lingering just a second longer than friendly. “She’s going to love it. Come in. She’s supposed to be napping, but I think it’s time to wake her up anyway.”
They stepped into the living room. Hayley glanced toward the stairs, her voice bright and eager. “I’m really excited to see her. She’s just so adorable. I’ve always wanted a little girl, and the moment I met you both at the caregiver and little meetup I’ve just wanted to scoop her up and feed her a bottle while I rock her to sleep”.
Daddy smiled warmly at Hayley. “I know exactly what you mean”.
Then he reached into his back pants pocket to retrieve his phone. “Let me check the nursery camera first. She’s been a bit fussy lately about naps.”
He opened the app. The camera feed showed the crib clearly. His little girl was on her back, legs slightly spread, one hand rubbing frantically at the front of her diaper. The soggy padding crinkled loudly with every desperate movement. Her face was flushed, eyes half-closed, paci bobbing, hips grinding against her own hand.
Daddy sighed softly, a mix of fondness and concern. “She’s supposed to be sleeping right now. This means I’m going to have a cranky baby tonight because she didn’t get her afternoon nap.”
Hayley leaned in closer to see the screen, her expression melting into affectionate delight. “Aww, look at her. Someone is a bit fussy in her diapie, isn’t she? Poor sweetpea. She’s so deep in little space she doesn’t even realise we can see her. She’s absolutely precious.”
Daddy nodded, watching his baby girl’s hips rock faster. “She’s been missing our old adult playtime. I’ve been denying her because she’s just too sweet and tiny for that anymore. I want to protect her, not complicate her.”
Hayley gave him a sympathetic look and placed a gentle hand on his arm. “I went through the same thing with my previous little boy. Once I helped him realise how good his diapers made him feel, he became addicted to his soggy padding for pleasure instead. No more icky adult stuff he couldn’t handle. It was the best thing for him.”
Daddy looked at her, grateful. “That’s exactly where I want to get her. She’s not there yet, but I think having a Mommy will help. Co-parenting her… two of us to look after her when I’m at work. She needs constant care.”
Hayley smiled brightly, squeezing his hand. “I’m already wrapped around her little finger. I can’t wait to be her Mommy. Let’s go wake up our baby girl.”
Upstairs, she was still lost in her frustration. Her hand rubbed faster against the thick, soggy front of her diaper, the loud crinkles filling the nursery. The pressure was building, but it stayed just out of reach. She whimpered around her paci, hips grinding desperately.
The nursery door opened.
Daddy and Hayley stepped inside.
She froze mid-rub, eyes wide with shock as she saw both of them standing there. Her cheeks exploded into deep crimson. She yanked her hand away from her diaper, but it was too late. They had seen everything.
Daddy approached the crib with a gentle smile, reaching in to scoop her up into his arms. He settled her on his hip, one hand supporting her padded bottom.
“Aww, my poor baby girl is feeling all frustrated and horny in her soggy diaper, aren’t you, princess?” he cooed, bouncing her lightly. The wet padding squished audibly with each movement.
She couldn’t speak. She could only stare back at Mommy Hayley, mortified that this lovely woman from the little and caregivers meetups they had been attending was seeing her like this, flushed, paci in mouth, humping her diaper like a desperate little baby.
“Mommy Hayley has come over to play with you today, princess,” Daddy said gently bouncing her some more, his voice warm and reassuring.
“She’s bought you a present. Would you like to see it?” Daddy tells her excitedly trying to distract her and take her mind off the tingly feeling in her diaper.
Hayley smiled softly at Daddy placing a hand on his shoulder. “Aww look the poor girl is still frustrated. She needs to learn to use her diapers to make her feel good, and then she can have her present.”
Daddy looked a little hesitant, glancing at Hayley, but she nodded her head encouragingly. So Daddy began, “Okay princess, Daddy is going to show you what to do with your horniness whenever it arises.”
He turns to look at Hayley and she smiles and walks out of the room without a word.
“Where’s she going Dada?” She lisped around her pacifier.
“To get your pillow sweetheart,” he says.
She stared at him confused. My pillow? I don’t need a pillow. I already have plenty.
Just then Hayley returns holding a small pink pillow and places it in the middle of the crib. While Daddy simultaneously lowers her onto it so that it’s laying between her legs and her diapered mound.
Her princess parts started tingling again as she felt the pressure of her princess parts being pressed into her soggy diaper and the soft pillow beneath her.
“This is your humping pillow baby girl,” Daddy says gently. “It’s for you to use to make your cummies. The only way you’re allowed to do so.”
She looked at Daddy unsure, and then at Mommy Hayley, who was now standing close to Daddy — very close — looking at her with a fond expression.
Daddy smiled at her and said, “Go ahead baby girl, do what feels right. Hump your soggy diaper and make cummies for Mommy and Daddy.”
Did he just say Mommy AND Daddy?
She definitely heard him say that, but her diaper was making her too squirmy and her brain had been in a fuzzy daze ever since Daddy stopped looking at her the way he used to when they met.
And now that she thought about it, he’d been looking that way at Mommy Hayley whenever they saw each other at the little and caregiver meet ups.
But with both of them peering down at her in her crib with such love and affection in their eyes, she couldn’t even fight it anymore. Her hips began to rock and glide her soggy diaper against the pillow.
“Good girl, that feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” Mommy Hayley spoke.
Now completely focused on the warm feeling growing in her diaper and enjoying the bolts of pleasure each movement sent through her with each glide of the pillow. She whimpered behind her binky, finally feeling like she might get the release she’d so desperately been craving.
Daddy speaks with a syrupy-rich tone, “Daddy’s going to teach you how to have a diapergasm sweetheart and you will become obsessed with it.
“You see, a diapergasm comes from your princess parts being pressed up against and swaddled by your thick soaked padding, creating wonderful feelings everytime you glide against your pillow. There’s no penetration involved and a diapergasm is not only intense but leaves you wanting more.”
The sound of Daddy’s voice mixed with the loud, soggy crinkles coming from her humping as it sped up.
Daddy continues, “A big girl’s orgasm comes from sex with a man. There’s penetration and mutual exchange of pleasure. But you’re a precious innocent babygirl and can’t handle a big girl orgasm and that’s why you’ll have diapergasms instead.”
Her humping was fast and loud now. The sounds of soggy crinkles could be heard all throughout the nursery. Daddy’s words weren’t lost on her.
I’m never going back. Diapers are my pleasure from now on.
With one last desperate, crinkly thrust into the little pink pillow, she climaxed into the most intense, mind-numbing diapergasm of her life. Her whole body trembled, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of fuzzy pleasure washed over her.
Her brain turned completely gooey, thoughts melting away until all she could feel was the warm, sticky mess in her diaper and the overwhelming bliss.
Daddy and Mommy Hayley watched their little one with soft, loving smiles for what seemed liked forever.
After a few more moments of bliss, Mommy Hayley moved the pillow aside while Daddy pulled out a pair of pink plastic pants printed with nursery animals and easily guided her legs through and pulled them up snugly around her poofy, soggy diaper.
“I was going to change that soggy diaper,” Daddy murmured, kissing her forehead, “but a nap is more urgent right now, huh my sleepy little princess?”
She could only stare up at them, blinking slowly, suckling softly on her paci.
Mommy Hayley leaned in with a sweet, excited smile. “Those cute plastic pants will ensure you can have a nice nap without worrying about any leakies. Then once you’ve woken up and been changed, you can open your present! How does that sound, buttercup?”
It sounded perfect.
Daddy and Mommy slowly walked out of the nursery, switching off the lights. They turned one last time to look at their sleepy little girl, gently humping the pillow even in her sleep as she drifted off.
Downstairs, Mommy and Daddy couldn’t stop gushing about how sweet their little one was.
Daddy let out a long sigh. “I’m glad she knows that her pleasure comes from her diapers now. The poor thing kept asking for ‘big girl time like we used to’ and I was running out of ways to distract her. I’m glad she now has a way to scratch that itch”
He turned to Hayley, eyes full of gratitude. “Thank you for helping me do it. I think having a Mommy will be the best thing that’s ever happened to her.”
Hayley reached her hand out and placed it on top of his. “She’s as cute as a button and I’m gonna spoil her rotten!”
Daddy chuckled. “Well wait till she sees the Barbie doll you bought her. She’s gonna drag you to every toy store from now on!”
Hayley smiled with a hint of a smirk, “Well I’m looking forward to every toy store trip with the little cutie pie!” She then moved her hand from where it was resting, on top of his hand, on his knee, and began inching it towards his pants zipper.
She leaned forward and spoke into his ear “I’m especially looking forward to showing you how Daddies have orgasms…”
“You see a Daddy’s orgasm comes from sex with a woman. There’s penetration and mutual exchange of pleasure but you’re a caregiver to an itty bitty baby girl. You haven’t had the touch of a woman in so long that’s why you’ll have me instead…”
He cut her off by crashing his lips into hers as they both raced to take off their clothes, craving the passionate embrace of another adult.
All the while, their soggy little one slept soundly upstairs, none the wiser to the adult activities happening below her nursery.
And… when removing my tampon earlier today, I stood half-naked in the bathroom, reaching over to throw it in the trash, and suddenly I felt something warm slip down my thigh and thought “oh no, am I really bleeding that much already?” looked down and… nope. I was peeing right onto the bathroom floor… without realizing it. Only a little bit, but enough to make me feel like a helpless potty training toddler…
Daddy/Mommy says: Here's your clothes for the day...I picked out big girl underwear for you. I want you to show me you can still be a big girl if you focus hard, keep these clean for me.
They don't have to say it but you know if you have an accident you'll be heavily babied. How long does it take before you've had an accident?
:O
Wellll… depending on how i felt that day it would probably end one of two ways🩷
1, feeling needy and babyish: i drink as much water as i possibly can and pretend i’m in a rush to the potty, then call out from the bathroom for them to help cause i “didn’t make it”… like at all…
2, feeling big and independent: i forget to go potty because i never really notice my bladder, then squirm for a good while before i realize it’s because i needa potty, then i leak into my undies, enough for them to be uncomfortably wet but not enough for it to make my pants wet in any way.
Safe to say… potty training hasn’t been my strongest quality…
