Thunder Echo's Forever

I'm black, I'm irish, get over it.I’m 43 years old

[blackthundablog]

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[coralgardendreamertaco-blog]

[blackthundablog]

I want this

[blackthundablog]

Who doesn’t like hello kitty?

[littlegirlanddaddy]

Sind noch andere Leute am Strand oder sind wir alleine? / Are there other people on the beach or are we alone?

Alleine / Alone

Andere Leute / other People

Voting ended onAug 21, 2023

[blackthundablog]

I have 4 diapers on. Is that enough for a baby for me?

[blackthundablog]

Your wet. Not me

[boobarsmurf]

The truth that you have tried to ignore is right here in my hands.

This diaper right here.

You see, you are not a man pretending to be little wearing a diaper

You are a diapered little pretending to be a man

And your pretence is getting harder.

It gets harder every time you feel a warm wet rush between your legs and realise you didn’t even notice it starting.

Harder every time the mess pushes out into your diaper without resistance.

Harder every time you hear me say release and your body just does!

Because deep down you have already accepted it.

You have accepted that you are not a real man any more. You are a diaper boy.

Image credit the wonderful DiaperPerv

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[blackthundablog]

What do you value most in a feeder/feedee connection — emotional connection, consistency, or chemistry?

I just want everything. I wanna touch you all o eat and watch you eat. My emotional is touch, mg connection is with your heart. My consistency is seeing you everyday. My chemistry is matching with you and hope we like similar things

[babyhexgirl]

I had to reblog my diaper challenge post, nothing was canceled out, I rolled over the count to this blog, let's continue!

Here we go!

How long can you make me wear diapers 24/7?

1 like =1 day in diapers

1 comment = 3 days in diapers

1 reblog =1 week in diapers

The challenge is now ongoing indefinitely There are the following additional tasks:

Every 500 notes: Get a new onesie (currently

250: Wear a onesie with baby prints

500: Use pacifier and baby bottle

750: Eat baby food as one meal a day (min. 2 jars)

1000 notes: Use lockable diaper pants at night. no change till morning

1250: Double diapers or doublers when full day at home

1500: Diaper change only allowed when diaper is about to leak or messy

1750: Use a pacifier gag and spiked boots Only crawling allowed at home

2000: Wear a chastity cage and feminine baby outfits. Only allowed to make #3 in diaper once a week

2250: Take an enema once a week. Diaper stays locked on for 3 hours after messing.

2500: Buy mittens to make me even more helpless as a baby

2750: Only allowed to make #3 in diaper once a month

3000: Diaper Day once a month. No changes allowed for 24 hours. Add another layer if diaper is full

3500: Only allowed to make #3 in diaper and chastity.

Will I end up as little adult baby girl?

I'm taking the challenge

Please like, comment and reblog

We currently went from 32 days to 65 days to now 102 days! just posted this morning! Oh my God, I'm going to be in diapers for a few months now!

Permanently if the votes next week decide to make me live in diapers 24/7.

Posted on 05/04/2026

Thank you to @isabellaamitas-blog for putting 57 days on the board!!

[diapersatnight]

Make a dream come true

[blackthundablog]

Will you be wearing diapers and plastic pants? Or will you be a big boy and girl and use the toilet paper

What will you be using?

Toilet paper and wipes

Diapers and wipes

Something else

Voting ended onMay 10

[bbcharlotte]

It’s @ma99916219 on twitter

[lildaisydemure]

Pretty n' pathetic😙

[blackthundablog]

Just a normal morning of waking up and during the day my diaper broke and then I got changed for bed. Typical baby. But as we know I’m not a baby

[blackthundablog]

Who wants strawberry ice cream?

[prettyandpadded]

Like + retweet if you’re diaper sexual 🤭

[stinky-in-pinky]

Let’s get one thing straight,” Ella said, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t make the rules. I do.”

I gulped, squirming in my highchair. Already this girl was more stern than the last few babysitters my wife hired. Apparently they had reported that I was displaying some “less than desirable behavior”, but could you blame me? My wife was putting me in dresses and diapers and going off to fuck other men. I had to listen to her—lest she divorce me and take all my money, but I did not have to listen to some mid-twenties “babysitter” when I was twice their age. But that was before I met this girl.

“Rule number 1,” she said matter of factly, tossing back her hair so hard her boobs bounced, “you will address me as either ‘Miss Ella’ or ‘Ma’am’ at all times. I will not answer to ‘hey’ or ‘um’ or ‘uhh’. If I tell you to do something, you do it. No pouting. No arguing. No backtalk. You will say ‘Yes Ma’am’ and you will follow my instructions.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but she continued, pacing back and forth as she rattled off her rulebook.

“Rule number 2, you will not use foul language or any grown-up words for that matter. Since you are not dressed like an adult, you will not speak like one. That means I want to hear nothing but lisps and baby babble, otherwise I will wash those filthy grown-up words out with a bar of soap, do you understand me?”

“Yes Miss Ella.” I said before I could even think about rebelling.

“What was that?!” She snapped. Her voice cracking like a sharp whip.

“Uh, uh…yeth Mith Ewwa.”

She smiled, but only for a second before morphing back into her menacing glare. “Better.”

Why was I trembling? This girl was practically half the size of me. I could easily take her. But instead I was…afraid? Seriously?

She scooped up the little canvas bag she’d brought in with her, “That brings us to Rule 3…” she said unzipping it and rifling through it. “Whatever I bring to you, you will take it and you will use it for its intended purpose. If I put a pacifier in your mouth, it stays there until I remove it. If I put a rattle in your hand, you shake it. If I put a spoon full of mush in your mouth, you will eat it, and…”

She pulled out the object she was looking for, setting it down on the tray in front of me. “…if I give you a bottle, you will drink it. Every. Last. Drop. I don’t care how thick it is or how full your little tummy thinks it is. You’re in a high chair, diapered, and in a ridiculous little onesie. You don’t have a say. You drink what you’re given and say ‘thank you’ after.”

I stared at the bottle in front of me. My wife had the highchair, sure, but it was mainly just to emasculate me. She’d cut my food into tiny, bite-sized pieces to patronize me, but steady it was real food. She never made me drink a bottle before. I wrinkled my nose involuntarily.

Ella stopped mid-step and turned slowly, eyebrow raised. “Was that a face?”

She leaned over the tray, hands on her hips, her face so close to mine I could feel her minty breath from the gum she was smacking. “Is there a problem, babygirl?” Her voice was smooth, but dangerous. “Do we need to go over the consequences of you disobeying me?”

How was she so intimidating?? “N-No Mith Ewwa!” I squeaked.

“I think we should! If I catch you making any sort of face I don’t approve of, you will be facing the corner in timeout. Mmk, pumpkin?”

“Y-yeth ma’aam…”

“Good!” She smiled, sliding the bottle forward, “then drink up!”

Reluctantly, I picked the bottle of milk up, trying my best not to make a face. She watched closely as I brought it to my lips, took the nipple in my mouth, and started sucking. It somehow tasted worse than I expected. I’m sure I made a face, or at least cringed, but luckily she only found that amusing. I suckled the bottle slowly, trying not to groan at the weight of it in my mouth or the embarrassment blooming in my chest.

“Rule four…” she continued, pacing once more. “No touching your diaper without asking. If I see you tugging at it or sneaking a feel, you’ll spend the rest of the day in mittens. If I catch you trying to rub your pathetic little penis against anything, I…well…do you know what a chastity cage is?”

I did, but I didn’t want to learn what it felt like. I squeezed my legs together, because erections tended to have terrible timing. I could feel the dampness of my diaper between my thighs—already there from earlier—or had I done it just recently? People didn’t actually piss themselves from fear…right?

She crossed her arms, staring at me like I was the most pathetic thing she’d ever seen. “Rule number 5,” you don’t ask for a diaper change. Ever. You wait for me to check you. Only I decide when you get a fresh pamper.”

I whimpered softly around the nipple of the bottle.

She raised an eyebrow. “Was that a whine?”

I shook my head frantically.

“Good. Because one more noise like that and you’ll be making all kinds of noises when I pull that diaper down and put you over my knee! Think I won’t?”

My heart raced. I believed her.

“Rule number 6: I don’t change poopy diapers. So if you make a poopy diaper, you can expect to stay in that poopy diaper until your wife gets back. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Miss Ella…”

“What was that?” She snapped.

“Yeth, Mith Ewwa…”

“Now,” she said, her voice softening just a notch as she reached forward and brushed a lock of hair from my face, “you focus on your bottle like a good baby. When you’re done, I’ll check your diaper. If you’re wet—and we both know you are—you’re getting changed on the living room floor. No whining, no hiding. You’re the baby. You don’t get to feel shy anymore.”

My face was so hot I thought I might faint.

“Oh, and rule number…what rule are we on now? Doesn’t matter,” she shrugged with a smirk, leaning in close for added effect, inches away from the bottle I was choking down. “If you pull any of the shit you did with those other sitters, I will bring out the reins, and you’ll crawl. On all fours, in nothing but your wittle baby diapers and a pwetty pink tutu, and I’ll parade your ass around the block!”

I nodded quickly, then forced the words out, my voice high and broken.

“Y-yeth, Mith Ewwa…I’ll b-b-be good!! I pwomise!!”

She laughed wickedly, obviously taking pride in already breaking me. “Oh, and one more thing…” she pulled out her phone. “When I want to take pictures—and I will want to take pictures—you will smile like the big, happy baby I know you are!! Now say ‘Cheese and baba-squeeze!!’”

I popped the bottle out of my mouth, milk—or whatever it was—dripping down my cheek as I said the words and flashed a wide smile.

“Good girl. ” she said, standing back up with a satisfied grin. “I need other Mommies to see how good I am at putting their bratty husbands in their place! Now finish up your ba ba, I have much more in store for you today!”

[thesissytinkerbell]

Average day for SissyTinkerbell, if any dirty is found during inspection she must clean it with her tongue hahahahaha