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23YO transfem pup

[radiophxbia]

my awesome unstable daughter and the army of stuffed animals that do her evil bidding for her

[pavizi]

what if the riddler was a girl. has anyone thought of this

[princess-lizzy]

"I'm an adult, I can do what I want!" I say, holding my plushie and sucking my paci and smelling just a little bit like pee

[balljointed-succubus]

breaking an awkward silence on a first date with "soooo, got any weird childhood hangups that deeply influenced you on a psychosexual level?"

[shamebats]

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

"my son turned ou-" shut the fuck up cunt thats my daughter not yours

[sunnyplushie]

middle that insists she's too big for this suddenly not much for words when she can't close her thighs together around the booster you put on 2 hours ago

[goo-goo-babies]

to any of my followers who aren't on the pervert transbian side of tumblr: please, if you do anything, kill the protestant puritan inside of you. you need to accept that people will have kinks you do not like and that your disgust is not moral righteousness.

you must accept that people will have kinks that disgust you and you must come to this same understanding.

most of all, you must come to the understanding that the attraction a person experiences is not proof of some "original sin" that lies inside of them and makes them an irredeemable human. not only because accusations like this have been used as thinly-veiled excuses to lynch brown people/queer people/name a minority group here since literal antiquity, but because you as a leftist should not look at someone who likes lolisho or r*pe kink and suddenly decide that certain people DO NOT deserve human rights

and if you get nothing out of this, at least internalize that fiction is not reality

[lilactransbian]

This is a very important thing to understand, and I just wanna add on some extra; A lot of (if not all of) "purity culture" is downwind of fascism really. Any creation of an "other" justifies the existence of "othering". Always remember that kink and queerness fought alongside each other at Stonewall; where there was queer revolutionaries fighting cops and attempts to suppress their lives and existences, there were kinksters and fetishists standing in solidarity and fighting with them. We owe our rights and lives to these people. It astounds me that people can recognize kayfabe, that people can understand actors, and not provide the same amount of understanding towards kink and fetishes; Attempts to persecute people for being into certain kinks creates the "ontologically evil human" which Fascists salivate over creating. For as long as queer people have existed, for as long as MINORITIES IN GENERAL HAVE EXISTED, oppressors have always pointed towards accusations of "degeneracy" to push social murder. Calling someone a pedophile for being into diapers is idiotic, and harmful. This effect is multiplied tenfold if that person is a trans woman, and a hundred fold if they are a black trans woman. In conclusion, disgust is fundamentally a function and limb of global fascism; by punishing deviance and pushing compliance through facades of "protect the children" (the bills which state their goal is to do this only harms queer and sexual expression, while doing nothing to actually deal with actual predation; every censorship bill from Chat Control, to EARN IT, to KOSA, any bill pushed from groups like Collective Shout, the recent rulings in the UK which ban incest porn, they are all attempts to advance a surveillance state and fascist status quo which suppresses queer people and sexuality, feeding it as "oh, we need to protect kids/women/etc.!") and other self-serving causes, it furthers the goals of fascism to create the "ontologically evil human", who deserves all bad that they receive, and who attacking is not only morally sound, but encouraged. At the end of the day, you can choose not to listen to any of this. You can write it off. Just don't start crying when the gavel you built to kill us comes back to kill you, because you were always the final target of it. We were just the easiest to deal with. Respectability is death.

[innumerable-voices]

I just adore girls who show off immaturity

Pig tails, bracers, sticking their tongue out to concentrate, pointing their feet in, babbling at me for hours about all their favourite things

*dreamy sigh*

[innumerable-voices]

Most normalist milf ever: do you ahhh, do you maybe need help tying your shoe laces? >.<

[innumerable-voices]

Obviously I'd never want to sexualise or infantalise anyone's physical or intellectual disabilities,,, unless you're into it in which case awww your lil handsies don't work like they should? You get so so sleepy all the time? You stumble over your words and repeat yourself? You can't think good like you used to and it makes you so so grumpy and frustrated? It's okay little thing mama is here I'll brush your teeth and wash your hair and tie your shoe laces and listen to you talk endlessly and make you feel so good in that special way only mamas can, just trust me and it'll all be ok

[innumerable-voices]

You deserve people in your life who will love everything about you including your disabilities not in spite of them

[katlovesshrimps]

consider age regressing with your partner but just to do sibling dumb shit

[dogpuppy]

[yorickoid-deactivated20230204]

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[btc-official-deactivated2024071]

>it’s wet

[schrodingers-blursed-kitty]

@canadiangold

[supreme-leader-stoat]

[emily8350]

“Ah-ah-ah, you know the rules about open cups on the couch,” I say with a wag of my finger. “Snacks too.”

“Really?” They're holding a tall glass of juice in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other.

“Really truly. How many times have we had this conversation. There have been far too many spills, of all kinds, to warrant that rule.”

I cringe when I remember the effort it took to get the smell and stain of chocolate milk out of the cushions a few months ago. Then my mind drifts to the other cleanups we've had to do.

It started with little dribbles and leaving a waterproof pad on the cushions. After a few evenings interrupted by much bigger accidents, pull-ups became the rule. Tonight they’re in a diaper. At their own request, surprisingly. They said it was just because the movie was going to be long, and they’d be tired at the end, and would want to go straight to bed instead of changing out of an inevitably wet pull-up into a dry one for bedtime. I’m pretty sure it’s really because they like how thick and cushy their diapers are, and how wearing one means they can completely let go and not think about the bathroom at all. It wasn't easy, but I held my tongue with a retort on how they had finally accepted their accidents were unavoidable.

They turn red and squirm at my reminder about their frequent accidents. A little crinkle sound comes from under their pajamas and the ruffly waistband of their diaper is poking out. I think they're so cute like this, not quite little yet, but close enough that I can push them in the right direction with little effort.

“I’ll be extra careful. I don’t need a…spill proof cup. See, I’ll put my glass on the side table? I won’t hold it in my lap like last time.” They hover the glass over the end table and look at me for approval.

“Nope, nope, nope. I know what your elbows are capable of. Sippy cup. Now. Or, no juice.”

"Yes juice," they say, holding out. They bend their knee in a preemptive stomp.

"Ok. Yes, juice. But, no movie." I pull my phone out of my pocket and pretend to look captivated at the screen and bored with them.

"N-no, I wanted to...but...you're mean! Ughhh."

I'm still scrolling without really paying attention but I can hear them turn and go back to the kitchen. After a few moments the cabinet doors close with a little more force than I usually let slide. At last I hear their socked feet shuffling back in.

"Was that so hard?" I put on a sickly saccharine voice just to see their eyes roll.

"Uh huh, hardest ever," they pout and plop down on the couch with a crinkle. You would think someone just opened a bag of chips.

"That's ok, opening cups and screwing their lids back on is for grown ups, anyway."

"Hey! No! I didn't mean it like that. I can open and close cups just fine!" Their tone of voice is shifting from genuine adult frustration into babyish whining. They didn't even defend their title of grown up. My plan is working.

"No circus animals this time?" I indicate their sippy cup, the plainest one in the cabinet, just solid blue.

I don't get an answer, but even in the dim light of the living room I can see the blush on their cheeks.

I glance over to the side table on their end of the couch. They even followed through with portioning out popcorn into their spill proof snack cup, a small container with a lid comprised of flexible flaps. Easy for hands to go in, hard for snacks to tumble out.

We start the movie and get comfortable. Within 20 minutes they've pressed their body into mine and are clutching their sippy cup up against their mouth.

"Aren't you glad you have your sippy cup? It means you can cuddle with Mommy and not worry about any spills."

All I get back is a little nod, their eyes fixated on the screen.

I reach my hand over and lightly cup the front of their pajama pants. I like keeping my hand there, even though I know I don't need to check them. This diaper will hold up until tomorrow morning. I think it's a little wet already, but with diapers this thick it's hard to tell.

Not much time passes until I can feel warmth tickling my palm. It starts slow, and I'm not even certain the sensation is really there. Soon enough I'm sure. I can feel heat spreading before it's sucked in to the padding.

I lean in close to them, lips not quite brushing their ear and whisper. "Did you know you just wet yourself?"

They startle a bit then say, "W-what? No I didn't..." but after squirming their tush, "Oh...I guess I did."

I slip my hand under their pajama pants waistband and start massaging their diaper. It's just wet enough to be malleable. I adore the texture of smooth crinkly plastic, a layer of squish beneath, and the solid wall of their body way below. There's a very faint baby powder smell undercut with ammonia wafting in the air. The combination of sensations is getting me worked up, and I'm not even the one being touched.

Their head falls from my shoulder onto the back pillows. I hear a dull thunk and rolling noise, they must have dropped their sippy cup.

"That feels good," they say with a series of quick exhales.

"Yeah? Being rubbed through your wet diaper feels good? Why does it feel good?"

"Cause, cause, I peed in it. The pee makes it...makes it so good. I love when my diaper is wet and you touch me over it. I-it's warm and I can feel it all over."

I almost feel cruel making them speak when they're like this, but isn't that kind of the point?

I move my palm in a circular motion over their diaper, pushing in the base of my palm right where I know I should.

"What do you like more? When I touch you over your diaper, or when I touch you without it?"

"With! With my diaper! Always, always, always..."

For some reason them saying my diaper instead of a or the diaper elevates my own arousal even higher. It isn't any old diaper. It's theirs, their diaper that they wet. It belongs to them because they need it and they want it.

I haven't decided yet if I'm going to let them finish. I love hearing them whimper and moan, I might try and prolong that as long as I can. Maybe they need to pay me some attention first, I'm certain there's a damp stickiness in my underwear.

The movie, their sippy cup, and the popcorn lay abandoned while I keep rubbing and think about what to do next.

[emily8350]

Macy lay propped up atop the covers, scrolling on her phone. Georgie lay beside her on their side, turned away. They blinked bleary eyes at the wall and sucked their thumb slowly. Macy had come in a few minutes earlier to wake Georgie up. If they'd slept any later they would have missed dinner and had no chance of going to bed at a reasonable hour.

Macy's left hand was idly stroking up and down Georgie's back. It traveled from their shoulder blades down to the exposed strip of skin above their waist, occasionally scratching lightly. Every time Macy's hand got below Georgie's ridden up t-shirt it skimmed the crinkly waistband of their diaper.

"It's embarrassing when you do that," mumbled Georgie.

"Hmm?" said Macy, still looking at her phone.

"It's embarrassing when you touch my diaper like that."

Macy put down her phone and pinched the diaper waistband, giving it a little tug.

"Oh? Like that?"

"Stooop," whined Georgie.

"Come on now, let's get up."

Georgie rolled over and sat up a bit. The covers were kicked off on their side of the bed. Their diaper spread their thighs slightly but wasn't bulging tremendously.

Macy gave it a pat and ran one finger on the inside of a front leg cuff.

"Noooo."

"All this whining today! Maybe we need to start your naps earlier so you won't be so cranky in the afternoons," said Macy. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. "That diaper can hold a good amount more. We'll change you later."

--

At the dinner table Georgie pushed the fallen remains of a taco around on their plate. They'd been a little quiet while they cooked with Macy, which she chalked up to residual sleepiness. But when their mood didn't change during dinner Macy knew this was sulkiness, not sleepiness.

"I don't need longer naps, by the way," Georgie muttered, eyes focused on their plate where they mashed individual beans down with their fork.

"Is that why you've been pouting? You're mad I called you cranky?"

Georgie shrugged their shoulders and smeared their fork across their plate.

"Stop playing with your food. Are you done, or do you need me to feed you a little? Here, have some salad," Macy hovered her own fork in front of Georgie.

"No! I can do it! You're always telling me what to do."

Macy practically laughed. Of course she told Georgie what to do.

"And you want that to stop?" Macy raised an eyebrow and stood up to put her own plate in the dishwasher.

"I want you to stop controlling everything I do all the time! I can make my own choices, you know?"

"Is that so?"

"Uh huh! I can choose when I go to bed, and...and what I can watch! And I can eat what I want! I am a grown-up after all."

Right, thought Macy, grown-ups get super fussy over bed time and screen time and eating veggies.

"Sure, you're 25. But, there's a difference between being a grown-up in years and being a grown-up in life."

"Ugh! That's what I'm talking about! I could be a grown-up for real, you just never let me."

"Hm, I guess that's true. Fine, you can be a real grown-up now," Macy shrugged her shoulders and leaned her back on the kitchen corner.

Georgie's head whipped up, eyes bright.

"Really?"

"Sure. You can be a grown-up. You know what that means though, right?"

"Yes! I'm going to have two cookies tonight! And you have to take the YouTube time limit off of my tablet!"

"Well, maybe. I meant more like how diaper changes from Mommies are for babies. Grown-ups don't get their diaper's checked, either. So that means you have to deal with all this yourself."

Macy waved her hand around Georgie's middle. Georgie looked down at their lap, where their diaper had grown significantly more saturated in the last hour or so. Their brows furrowed for just a second, but they blinked off their concern.

"I can do that! I might not even wear a diaper at all!"

"Ok, grown-ups clean up their own puddles, too."

Macy smirked and turned to leave the kitchen. Georgie followed after, glowing with excitement. They stood in front of Macy once she was seated on the couch and leaned to straddle her lap.

Macy wagged her finger. "Ah-ah. Grown-ups don't sit in their girlfriend's laps."

"Oh, right." Georgie sat on the couch awkwardly, like they didn't know what to do with their body if they weren't skin to skin with Macy.

Macy clicked on the show they had been watching weekly. Immediately Georgie put their thumb in their mouth, like they did whenever they watched something.

"None of the grown-ups I know suck their thumbs, either," said Macy.

Georgie's face fell, but they dropped their thumb.

"They also don't get nursed to sleep, or read to at night. They don't get to pick out stuffed animals from the zoo gift shop, by the way. That stuff is super for babies, which you've made very clear you are not. We should probably take all the sippy-cups to Goodwill tomorrow," she continued.

Now their eyes looked close to watering.

The two sat in silence while the show played for a few minutes. Then, the silence was broken by a whimper from Georgie. The whimper grew louder, and when Macy looked at them their were fat tears rolling down their red cheeks.

"Something the matter?"

"I leaked," said Georgie softly.

Macy looked down and sure enough their sodden diaper had reached its limit. Trickles were traveling down Georgie's bare thighs and a wet patch was creeping across the (washable, thank goodness) couch cushion. Georgie was sniffling.

"Ah. I see. Good luck with that." Macy turned back to the TV.

Macy could practically hear Georgie's lip quivering next to her. They were sniffling and even let out a few hiccupy-sobs. Macy started a countdown from ten in her head and before she reached three Georgie cried out, "I take it back! I don't think I can be a grown-up!"

"Is that so?" Macy feigned surprise, "what makes you say that? I thought you said you were ready?"

"I don't like it! I wan- I need you to help me. I don't like it, I'm w-wet and icky. I miss my thumb!" Georgie wailed, "I'm sorry, Mommy. P-please let me be your baby again, please. Can I?"

"Of course, sweetheart. You'll always be my baby. Being grown-up doesn't seem so fun does it?"

Georgie plunged their thumb in their mouth and shook their head.

"You see now, right, why Mommy makes so many choices for you? You just aren't ready. You might not ever be, and that's just fine. I might do things you don't always like, but I know what's best for you."

Georgie nodded their head and sniffled. Macy pulled them close and kissed their head.

"Don't give my cups away. Or my books or special jammies."

"I would never. Now, let's get the baby into a nice bath and then a night-night diaper."

[daydreaming-scheming-demon]

tumblr staff will let the thousands of porn bots on here run rampant yet will take down trans comics with no actual nudity

i originally reblogged this post, but since staff took it down you can't fucking see my reblog anymore. well i liked this comic, i want it on my blog, and it does not include any fucking nudity. especially compared to all the straight up porn staff allows to go free

so here it is

untitled by Pas (paxiti), all pages from May 23, 2018 to June 22, 2023

[littlemisspeetulant-deactivated]

Leigh’s Favorite ABDL Words and Phrases

As a writer, I am often intrigued by certain words or word combinations, and I was thinking about which ABDL words really hit me right in the caregiver or little feels. So here’s a list 💕 There will be a fair amount of ageplay words as well, so be warned!

“Accident-prone”

“Baby cuck/cuckie baby”

“Baby sub/subby baby”

“Babygirl” (spelled this way specifically)

“Bedwetter” (spelled this way specifically)

“Big girl undies”

“Couldn’t hold it”

“Crinkle baby/baby crinkles”

“Diaper baby”

“Diaper brained”

“Diaper butt”

“Diaper check/let Mommy check your diaper”

“Diaper dependent”

“Diaper girl”

“Diaper waddle”

“Did someone have an accident”

“Did you go potty in your pants”

“Did you make a mess” (I find this one less embarrassing for some reason)

“Didn’t make it on time”

“Does someone need a change”

“Goodnites”

“Goony girl” (shut up)

“Huggie humper”

“I don’t think you’re ready for pull-ups”

“Kiddo”

“Leaky girl”

“Let Mommy change your diaper”

“Let’s change that diaper, little one”

“Like a big girl”

“Little girl”

“Little leaker/leaky little girl”

“Little miss ‘still-pees-her-pants’”

“Little one”

“Make tinkles”

“Make an uh-oh”

“Messy girl” (ignore this one it’s embarrassing)

“Mommy’s girl”

“No more big girl undies”

“Not big enough for that”

“Padded princess”

“Padding”

“Pamper bottom”

“Pissy pants”

“Poopy pants” (we’re ignoring this one too)

“Potty accident”

“Potty chart”

“Potty pants”

“Princess parts”

“Pullups” (it’s cuter when spelled this way)

“Put back in diapers”

“Silly little thing”

“Sweetie”

“Still needs diapers”

“Tinkle bell”

“Tinkle fairy”

“Too little for that”

“Too little to use the big girl potty”

“Training pants/training panties”

“Unpotty trained/training”

“Waistband peek”

I’m sure there’s a ton I’m forgetting, but a lot of these are interchangeable or variations of the same thing, so I’m gonna leave it here. Let me know if you have any favorites I missed!

[mollyjames]

I once went to a girl's house with the intent of playing games but was so exhausted I instead fell asleep in her lap for two hours while she pet my head

[mollyjames]

Yayy!