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@fluffbubble
Minors DNI, ageless blogs will be blocked
I'm 27
Kinks I post about:
🫧 Diapers, pee, scat
🫧 Humiliation and degradation
🫧 Ageplay and AB/DL
🫧 Feeding, bellies, weight gain
🫧 Illness, vomit, whump
🫧 General thirsting for the unobtainable
Bedwetting is the cutest. You’re just too much of a sleepyhead, too snuggled up, too cozy and content in dreamland to even think about waking up when your little bladder is full. But don’t worry about it. Accidents happen and Daddy will get you all cleaned up in the morning. And then we’ll have a little talk about how Daddy thinks it best that we put you back into diapers at bedtime.
Sunday morning cuddlz with my love
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”Tristan,” said Samantha softly, “do you need to go potty?”
Tristan knew he had been squirming on her lap for the last five minutes. He hid his face on her shoulder and shook his head.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded.
“Are you sure you’re not just saying that so that you can keep watching the movie?”
He nodded again.
“If Mommy checked your pull-up right now, would it be a little bit wet? No? It’s okay, maybe I’m wrong. Mommies can be wrong sometimes.”
But it was only a minute later that she looped one arm under his knees and stood up, lifting him off the couch.
“Don’t whine, sweetheart. You were barely watching the movie, anyway. We can come back to it.”
In the bathroom, Samantha made Tristan stand by the toilet. She was leaning down to unbutton his pants when he spoke up.
“Umm…Mommy might have been right,” he said quickly.
She gently eased his pants down. And then she gently eased down his wet pull-up and sat him on the toilet.
“I thought a pull-up would be okay since the movie was only an hour long,” she told him, “but you almost leaked on Mommy’s lap.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Are you all done?” She held out a hand to help him off the toilet and he braced himself on her shoulder as he stepped out of his pants and pull-up.
She instructed him to wipe himself off while she went to the bedroom, and then to meet her back in the living room.
When she came back, he was sitting on the floor, still naked from the waist down.
“Okay, honey, lie down on your changing mat.” She picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned the TV back on, and he turned his head to the side so that he could watch it. “Is that okay? We can keep watching the movie while you’re getting changed.”
Tristan nodded, his thumb in his mouth.
“Ohh, there’s my cute boy. You’re so cute.” She leaned down to kiss his cheek and the back of his hand, making him smile and squirm.
“Does that feel good?” she asked as she taped up his diaper. “Mhm.”
“Okay, let’s do pajamas. Can you stand up and help me with that?”
Once Tristan was all ready, there were only about ten minutes left in the movie, and they settled back on the couch.
“Okay, can you show me how you can brush your teeth?” she asked as the credits were rolling, lifting him off the couch again.
He nodded, eager to impress Mommy even though they both knew that he knew perfectly well how to brush his teeth and had for a long time.
She watched him in the mirror while she was flossing.
“Good job, buddy!” she said when he was finished, giving him a double high-five. “Can you go get your stuffy and get in bed while Mommy brushes her teeth and finished getting ready?”
He hugged her from the side before leaving the room.
When she was done, she found him already under the covers, holding his stuffy against his chest. He had brought another stuffy to bed with him and set it on her pillow.
“Did you get me a stuffy, too?” She picked it up as she got in bed with him. She held it in one hand as she put her arm around him and he rested his head on her shoulder.
“Tomorrow,” she started, “I’m going to get up early and give Tristan kisses and then get ready for work. I’m going to go to work and come home right before dinner and Tristan is going to make dinner, okay? And then we’ll do the dishes together and read or watch another movie. We could also go for a walk or something if you want. And then we’ll brush our teeth again and get in bed.”
Tristan nodded.
“What is Tristan going to do tomorrow?” she asked.
“I’m going to get up and get ready. I’m going to go to work. And…” he wiggled again—“I’m going to wear what Mommy tells me to.”
“What Mommy thinks is appropriate.”
“Mhm.”
“Okay, that sounds good to me. And you’re going to be honest with me tomorrow, right?”
“Mhm.”
“Even if something embarrassing happens, right?”
“Mhm.”
“You’ll tell Mommy if you’re wet, or messy, or if you leak again like last—“
“Mommy, stop!”
“Okay, I won’t tease you.” She paused. “Are you hard right now?”
“No!”
“Are you sure? Not even a little bit? Does Mommy need to check?” She slipped her hand under his pajama pants and gave his diaper a squeeze. “I think Mommy’s right again.”
He wiggled.
“Are you not done having accidents tonight? Do you need to go again?”
She could feel his face getting hot against her own and he nodded.
“Okay, baby. You can grind on my thigh like last night if you need to. But I’m tired and I want to go to sleep, okay?”
“Okay…”
“Maybe we can fit in something we can do together tomorrow, okay?”
He nodded. That sounded good.
Really wanna put a naked little in my lap with a pacifier in their mouth and just encourage them to relax and go potty whenever they start feeling the urge. They’re just too little to worry about holding it.
Petting them gently all over and watch as their eyelids droop and they fall further and further into headspace. Praising them when they start leaking, drops of warmth hitting my thighs. Eventually all of the water I gave them earlier hits their bladder and they obediently let it all out, pee flooding both of our laps.
And if they get worked up, hard and wet pressed against me, that’s ok. I’m here to make my baby feel good, and that includes getting them off as they whimper into their pacifier and rut against my hand in the little puddle they made.
It’s golden week on twt… you know what I had to do
Me when I was a teenager discovering "prank" content on YouTube (that was probably already thinly veiled fetish material) that had adults being made to do baby things and feeling relieved that this was actually a totally normal thing that others must also find entertaining, and thinking that it was ok if I watched it and sought it out: I am so normal. This is not a fetish for me at all.
I distinctly remember one video where guys were made to pretend to be babies and play with toys and get naked except for a diaper as a prank, as part of a fake job interview or a fake film shoot or something lol...
This is really dumb and stupid but I have nowhere else to post this or anyone in the fandom to talk about this with but here are my diaper-adjacent headcanons for my F/Os
I think it would depend on his ^ mental state tbh, if he was doing well mentally I could see his partner convincing him to put on a diaper for their own pleasure and he might try to hide how much he enjoyed it, if not so well: his job is stressful and dangerous and the warmth and the safety it makes him feel make him more interested in wearing and using them... I would baby him so hard. Not to headcanon him with neglect or anything but IRL he was the oldest out of 6 siblings so I want to nurture him so much, I can't decide if it's more sexual or more wholesome but I like both so both I guess....
I would tentatively allow him ^ to put me in diapers
But he doesnt seem particularly caring or nurturing, even in a dom role so not a concept I feel a particular amount of attachment to
He is my weirdest F/O but. controversial opinion. maybe. but I think he would enjoy being a weird and perverted daddy figure. I would let him put me in diapers and do more to me, without getting too detailed but I think he would be the best lol.... I kind of feel like he would oblige his partner a bit if they wanted him to wear diapers, but it's not something he would seek out on his own volition. He would tease you though for how much you like diapers so you will have to temper yourself lol.
He ^ is a big baby in canon and I said so. I would baby him so hard but he's already kind of been groomed in a way to tolerate things he doesn't enjoy so that kind of takes away some of the pleasure for me, he would let me do it to him but he doesn't really seem like he'd be into it
”Good morning, sweetheart.” It was Mommy’s voice. Vivian opened his eyes. One of Mommy’s hands was under his pajama pants, squeezing the front of his diaper.
Mommy gently pulled the blankets back and took his hand, helping him to his feet. She guided him out of the bedroom and into the living room, where she sat him on the floor with his back against the couch.
“You wait right here while I get breakfast together, okay?” she said softly. “Then we can change your diaper and get ready for the day.”
Vivian didn’t answer. That warm, fuzzy, very little feeling from last night hadn’t dissipated yet. His middle and ring finger were in his mouth. Mommy just smiled at him and ran her hand through his hair. She turned on the TV on her way out of the room.
Vivian listened to the sound of dishes being set on the counter from the kitchen. How long was she going to take? It sounded like she was just making cereal. He was feeling a little bit of pressure in his lower belly and shifted from side to side.
It would be really embarrassing to go potty at the kitchen table. And it wouldn’t be nice to Mommy to go after she had showered and changed him. And he really wasn’t feeling like it was a toilet day. He was probably going to pee in his pull-up as much as he could get away with it.
Vivian crawled behind the couch, face burning even though he was alone. He had just started pushing when he heard Mommy’s voice again.
“Where’s Vivian?”
And then footsteps across the floor.
“Is he behind the couch?”
The cushions made a shuffling sound and Vivian looked up. “What are you doing back here, silly?”
“Nothing…”
“Uh-huh?”
Vivian was watching dust motes swirling in the sunlight that streamed in through the crack in the curtains, trying not to look at Mommy. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to find out that his diaper was a little messy yet.
“Okay, well, I made you a bowl of cereal. Do you want to come out and eat it?”
Vivian nodded and slowly crawled back out from behind the couch. He still really needed to finish going. Mommy had set his cereal on the coffee table. He picked it up and took it to the middle of the floor, where he knelt facing the TV.
“Do you not want to sit at the table with me?” asked Mommy.
Vivian shook his head.
“Okay, you can watch TV instead. But that means no TV after dinner tonight, okay?”
Vivian nodded, even though he really did want to watch TV later when he wasn’t distracted. He stirred his cereal, watching Mommy leave for the kitchen.
As soon as she was out of sight he sat up on his heels and started to push again. Mommy reappeared in the doorway and he quickly sat back down, feeling his diaper squish against his bottom.
“I’m going to eat out here, too, I think,” she said.
“Okay,” said Vivian quietly. Now he’d need to be really sneaky. Mommy was sitting right behind him on the couch, but she was eating and watching TV. He slowly raised his bottom off his feet and adjusted so that there was some room under him. It wasn’t as comfortable as squatting or going on all fours but he could make it work.
He focused hard on being really still and quiet and pushed one time, and then another. More mess was easing out of him. He glanced over his shoulder at Mommy and she seemed invested in the TV show.
He pushed a little bit more, feeling his eyebrows scrunch together. Slow, slow, almost done…he relaxed again, trying not to breathe too hard.
After the episode was over, Mommy crossed the room to pick up his cereal. “Are you all finished?” she asked, rubbing his back.
“Um, I think so. I’m sorry I didn’t eat it all.” He offered her his bowl.
Mommy laughed. “Noo, buddy, that’s not what I meant. Can you sit up for me?”
Vivian raised his bottom off his heels and felt Mommy’s hand on the back of his diaper. He could feel himself blushing again, not just in his face, but on his neck and ears, too.
“Can you tell Mommy if you’re finished going potty?”
Vivian nodded, thumb tracing his lips. “I’m all done.”
“Okay, good. Can you help me take your bowl into the kitchen? Then we’ll get you in the shower. I’m so glad you went while you still had your diaper on.”
Vivian covered his face with his free hand as he followed her to the kitchen. She hadn’t only been completely aware of what he was doing in the living room; she also clearly knew that he had no intentions of using the bathroom today.
A little that is so busy picking their nose they don't seem to realize they went poopy in their pants.
Ohhhh dear - this is the very definition of an icky little one who doesn't care how they look or what other people think! They're too little for that, it's CG's problem! CG better get the wipes... And the tissues!
Thanks for the ask!
someone sighing and moaning shamelessly in relief as they pee, their stream hissing hard against the ground and splashing everywhere as they finally empty their bladder after holding for so long 😵💫😵💫
You should show the world how much of a poopy babygirl that you are..
…..😳
thinkin about a baby boy little and his mommy, who is patiently coaxing him toward being comfortable with wetting his pants. he always feels so small when he does it... normally he wears diapers, and that feels nice and babyish too, but part of his "I'm a little boy" identity is specifically tied to having potty accidents in his clothes. it's something he was bullied and shamed about as an actual child though, so he's pretty shy about making pee that way.
it's something really special when he quietly goes to his mommy, and tugs on the hem of her shirt... and when she turns around, she sees him fidgeting, knees shuffling together, with his hand in his crotch, and a tiny wet patch already started... he's so bashful he can barely talk, but mommy is so gentle and sweet with him. his lil thingy is making a tent in his shorts, but he's being brave and showing mommy anyway as the wet spot glistens and grows a tiny bit. she boops him on the tip as his pee starts coming out beneath the fabric... he kinda really can't hold it anymore!
he's making piddles and dribbles down his legs... and it's hard to tell if he's trying to hold it back and he can't, or trying to go but he's shy. but soon enough he starts to pee pee full force. he's doing a cute little nervous marching-in-place sort of thing as more urine pours down his legs, dribbles off his knees, and wets his lil socks!
by the time he's all done and standing in a puddle, he feels like a total baby, 100%
Awwwwww, so cuuuuuute! Sometimes you gotta work through the difficult childhood memories to get to the REALLY good kink stuff, because that's often where the kinks started! At least mommy is kind and supportive, encouraging him to wet, probably telling him just how adorable he is - he'll be a good little pants-wetter in no time! And a rather needy one, probably-
Thanks for the ask!
She hears him practically running down the hallway and the bathroom door swings open and hits the wall. Even over the water of the shower, she can hear him fumbling with his belt.
“Honey, can you just get in the shower with Mommy? You can leave your pull-up on the floor for now. Just put it on top of you pants, okay?”
She reaches for the shampoo while he steps out of his pants and wet pull-up. When he pulls back the curtain to get in the shower she can tell that he’s feeling shy, thumb tracing his lips and eyes downcast.
“Come here. You get under the water while I leave my shampoo in, okay?” She picks up the soap and starts to rub it onto her hands. “Ohh…did you still need to pee more?”
He looks down at the stream steadily flowing onto the bathtub and down the drain. “Oh…maybe.”
‘Maybe’ is a little silly when both of them can see that he’s going.
“Can I get your armpits while we wait for you to finish? It was hot today and I know you got sweaty playing in the yard.”
He nods. Now his thumb is all the way in his mouth.
“Okay, are you all done?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Did you just get in the shower right away because I told you to?”
“Yeah…”
“You are soo good. But you know that you can finish in the potty if you need to, right?”
“I was just listening to Mommy.”
“Right. You were being good. But, like I said, just tell me if you need to go potty more, okay? It’s not a big deal this time because we’re in the shower. But remember when you went pee again after I told you to change into new pants?”
He nods.
“Can you tell me what happened? Turn around so I can get your butt.”
“I forgot I needed to go pee and I was doing the dishes. And then I couldn’t ignore it and it started to just come out when I was almost to the bathroom.”
“Did your pants get wet?”
“Umm…yeah.”
“Did you go potty in your pull-up while you were outside today?”
“Ummm…”
“Yes?”
“I was crouching down to look at a flower and maybe umm…”
“Maybe you went a little bit?” She turns him back around. “I think I should have been out there supervising you is what I’m hearing.”
“Yeah, maybe…”
“Okay, let me rinse my hair and then we’ll dry off.”
She turns off the water and he reaches out to get their towels.
“Do you need a little bit more protection than pull-ups?”
“I think mommies decide that, right, not babies?”
“That’s true. Here, can I get your back for you? You got your shirt wet when you dried off by yourself yesterday.”
He blushes and turns around. Then they step out onto the tile and he picks up his pull-up and pants.
“Do you know what to do with those?”
“Throw this part away…and put these in the laundry?”
“That’s right.”
“And then get my changing mat, right?”
“Uh-huh. And what else?”
“Umm…put it down in the bedroom and get wipes and…”
“And what? I think you know that Mommy knows what you should be wearing if you’re going to pee yourself.”
He pulls his towel over his face with the hand that isn’t holding his wet pull-up and pants. “A…a diaper.”
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I love how the ABDL community is divided over pooping in diapers, why do people get so weird about it lol. Live a little, keep pooping in that diaper
