Hi hi, Iām Dolly! Iām just a babydoll whose box fell off the back of a truck - Iām so glad you found me!
Iām 26 (but Iām really just a toddler), I use she/her pronouns, and Iāve been on and off of tumblr for the better part of a decade now. I am blissfully engaged to the love of my life, they are both my best friend and my Daddy! My Daddy is non binary and uses they/them pronouns. While they are plenty kinky, diapers and darker ageplay aren't as much their thing - so this is my space to explore! Please note that, while I love to chat, any and all conversation or flirting is purely casual!
Feel free to send asks, anons, or dms - I love to chat and make connections!
š¼ newly on the lookout for a babysitter! Interested? Send me a dm!
Some things I'm into: ageplay, ab/dl, cg/l, dd/lg, md/lg, omorashi, cnc, fauxcest, intox play, degradation, praise, Stockholm syndrome
went outside to smoke a joint with a very full bladder and a very dry pull-upā¦ came back inside with a very empty bladder and a VERY full pull-up š³ā¦
Then the tiny huffs every time mama asked babygirl to do something as simple as drink a little water or pick a favourite outfit for the day.
Nothing seemed right.
The blue socks were "wrong."
The cereal was "too crunchy."
The blanket wasn't her favourite.
Even the cartoons that usually made babygirl giggle couldn't chase away the grumpiness that had settled over her from the moment she'd woken up.
Mama never raised her voice. She knew mornings like this happened sometimes.
She checked babygirl's nappy, making sure it was clean and comfortable, rubbed a little lotion onto her skin and helped her into a fresh, soft nappy decorated with little stars, bubba's, before pulling on comfy shorts.
"There we go," mama smiled warmly. "All fresh."
Babygirl only crossed her arms with a dramatic little "Hm."
Mama hid her smile.
"Oh dear," she teased softly. "Someone's forgotten how to smile today."
That earned another grumpy huff.
The morning carried on much the same until lunchtime.
Mama asked bubba to help put one toy back into the basket before they ate.
"No!"
"Just one toy, sweetheart."
"No!"
Mama knelt so they were eye to eye.
"I know you're having a hard morning darling, but shouting isn't kind."
Babygirl's tiny frustrations finally bubbled over, she stomped her feet, she threw a bunny across the room.
Then another toy followed.
"No! No! No!"
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she cried and kicked at the carpet, unable to find the words for everything she was feeling.
Mama waited until the toys stopped flying.
Her voice stayed calm.
"Bubba..."
Another loud cry answered her.
Mama took a slow breath.
"I love you very much, but throwing toys isn't safe."
Babygirl buried her face in her hands.
"I know you're upset, baby"
More sniffles.
"So it's time for a little timeout to help your body calm down."
Babygirl's eyes grew wide.
"No timeout mummy..."
"I'm afraid so, sweetheart."
Mama gently took her hand and led her to the little timeout cushion in the corner of the living room.
There were no angry words, no lectures, just a quiet reminder.
"You'll stay here for three minutes. When the timer is finished, we'll have a cuddle and talk about what happened, darling."
Babygirl sat with her arms folded dramatically.
She pouted, she sniffled.
Every now and then she looked over to see if mama was watching.
Mama was nearby, folding laundry quietly, giving babygirl the space to calm her busy emotions while still letting her know she wasn't alone.
The timer finally chimed. Before mama could even stand, babygirl's lip wobbled.
"I didn't like timeout mummy..."
"I know, baby"
Mama opened her arms. Babygirl hurried across the room and practically melted into the hug.
"I'm sorry mama..."
Mama kissed the top of her head.
"Thank you for apologising, bubba"
"I was... really grumpy."
"I noticed."
A tiny giggle escaped between sniffles.
Mama gently rocked her.
"Everyone has hard mornings sometimes. Even grown-ups."
Babygirl nodded against her shoulder.
"But throwing toys isn't okay, sweetheart."
"I know."
"What could we do instead next time?"
Babygirl thought very hard.
"...Ask for cuddles?"
Mama smiled and kissed bubba's forehead.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea."
"...Or my paci?"
"I think that's another excellent idea."
Mama reached into the little basket beside the sofa and handed over babygirl's favourite pacifier.
The familiar comfort immediately helped her shoulders relax.
She sucked quietly while mama stroked her hair.
"How about one more nappy check before lunch?"
Bubba gave a sleepy nod around her pacifier.
Mama guided bubba to the nursery, laid her gently on the changing mat and found that the nappy needed changing again.
"Oh good thing we checked, sweet girl."
Babygirl stayed still this time, watching the little mobile spin overhead while mama cleaned her carefully, added fresh powder and lotion and taped on another soft diaper.
"There."
Mama gave the waistband a playful little pat.
"All comfy again, bubba"
Babygirl reached up with tiny grabby hands.
Mama laughed softly and wrapped her arms around babygirl.
"I've got you, sweetheart."
Nestled safely against mama's shoulder, pacifier bobbing gently, babygirl finally let out the biggest yawn.
"Feeling a little better?"
A sleepy nod.
"A little nap after lunch, perhaps?"
Another nod.
Mama kissed her forehead.
"I'm proud of you, sweet girl"
Babygirl blinked up at her.
"For saying sorry, mama?"
"For calming your body, using your words afterwards and remembering that even when you make mistakes..."
Mama squeezed her just a little tighter. "...you're always loved."
The last traces of the grumpy morning seemed to disappear.
Safe in mama's arms, wrapped in a fresh nappy, warm cuddles and the familiar comfort of her pacifier, babygirl finally felt small enough to let the difficult feelings drift away.
Sometimes even the biggest tantrums ended exactly where they needed to...
well today has definitely not been the day i thought it would be! it started with a routine appointment for Daddy and we are now at the hospital, waiting for tests and answers. Daddy and I are both okay, just tired and stressed and worried and ohhh baby do these lights give me a headache š
since I have like all month off, todayās project is to putz around and clean the house and then work on a temporary lil nursery space for me to hang out in with all my time off! donāt worry, I have a pull up on so I can lock in and get to work without needing stupid potty breaks
Daddy is inside talking politics while dolly is outside looking pretty on her pool floatie. When Daddy gets frustrated or bored, they can just glance out the window at their pretty little girl on display for them!
(Obstructed view? Donāt worry, thatās what the cameras were installed for!)
Iām about to be off work for a (planned) prolonged amount of time and Iām telling you now, yall are about to be SICK of the amount of content imma be making. Catch me all up in your feeds, everyoneās annoying little sister,
āOoh lemme show you this! And this! And look what else I made!ā
*sitting next to you at our sketchy daycare facility that our parents have to be part of a secret club for us to get into*
*wipes snot off nose* āoh? You canāt go outside? That stinks. My Dada said she stole me before I could even walk because I was so perfect she couldnāt wait. so I get to go everywhere with my Daddy because no one knows what I look like now! So like you canāt even go to toy stores or nothin? WOW getting kid-er-nabbed that old must be terribleā
*puts down sippy cup* *wipes apple juice off of chin* āyeahhhh, it was hard at firstā¦ but itās okay cuz my Daddy always makes sure to bring home lots of toys and snacks and everything I need! also if your Dad says youāre allowed to come over, we can still play in my back yard because my Daddy made sure to put up a biiiiiiiiiiig fence!ā
She clung to his arm like a koala as their plane sat at the end of the runway, San Francisco Bay barely visible through the thick fog outside the oval window.
"The pilots can see, right?" she asked.
"Yes, baby," he responded, kissing her on the temple. "Hundreds of planes fly in and out of this fog every day."
She knew that, but her fear of flying wasn't calmed by facts. This was the first time she's been on a plane since she had to fly to her uncle's funeral four years ago. And that flight was barely more than 90 minutes. When she took off today, she would be in the air for nearly six hours. And thenāunless a wing fell of the plane or the pilots both had heart attacks or gravity suddenly decided to become twice as strongāshe would land in New York City.
The plane began to accelerate. She hugged his arm tighter as they sped down the runway and started to tilt upward. She shifted in her seat, the crinkle of her diaper masked by the hum of the engines. And they were in the sky.
****
Three months earlier, on a typically gloomy San Francisco morning, they lazed in bed together, tapping and scrolling on their phones.
"If I went to that conference in New York, would you come with me?" she asked.
He turned slowly in her direction, his face displaying a mix of shock and amusement, as if she had just asked, "if I became a lion tamer, would you come to my circus?"
"New York?" he asked in response. "New York the city that's all the way on the other side of the country? Shall we make the journey by boat or by steam engine?"
"I'm serious! Getting asked to speak at this conference is a really big deal and I feel silly saying no just because I'd have to fly. So I was thinking that, as long as you were there with me and as long as I could wear my seatbelt the whole time, I could probably deal with the airplane."
He was flooded with affection and admiration for her.
"Of course I'll come with you," he said, rolling on his side to face her. "I would love to come with you! I'll go anywhere with you! But may I respectfully point out one potential issue with this plan?"
"You may." She pecked him on the lips. "Respectfully."
"Respectfully, you have the world's smallest bladder. You pee every 15 minutes. I don't want to discourage you from making this trip, but sweetie, you're going to have to be okay with taking your seatbelt off a few times. It's perfectly safe."
"Nope, seatbelt will be staying on. I'll figure it out."
"Baby, figure what out? Are you not going to have anything to drink for a day before the flight? I know you're not skipping coffee. You get grouchy when you skip coffee."
"Hey!" She swatted him on the arm. "I am not grouchy when I skip coffee. I'm grumpy. There's a difference. Anyway, I have a plan. Would you like to hear my plan?"
"Okay, Miss Grump, let's hear your plan."
"It's a serious plan. So no laughing."
He lowered his eyebrows to make a serious face. "I'm ready. Serious plan."
"I'm going to buy diapers," she declared. "Really, really big diapers."
Despite her instructions, he laughed. (How could he not?) And he rolled on top of her. "I love you so much. You're a weird girl. Respectfully."
She kissed him. "I love you too. Thank you for coming with me. And thank you for going along with my plan."
****
The taxi crawled through traffic on its way to the hotel. This was her first time in New York and there was no way she was getting in an Uber when there was a line of iconic yellow NYC taxis waiting outside the airport.
"I feel like Annie," she mused, gazing out the window at the dusky Manhattan skyline rising in the distance.
"The orphan?" he asked.
"Yeah, she comes to New York and sings a whole song about it."
"I'm so happy that you worked up the courage to get on the flight. And I can't believe you slept through almost the whole thing. I watched two whole movies while you were zonked out."
"I just felt really comfy and safe with you next to me," she said. "Plus, it's impossible to be nervous when you're asleep."
He rubbed her thigh and lowered his voice to a whisper. "May I ask you a very personal question?"
She locked eyes with him. She knew the question already.
"It's absolutely soaked." she said, giggling at the absurdity of actually going through with her "plan."
She took his hand and put it between her legs.
He pressed his fingers into her swollen padding. It was thick and heavy, firm and a little squishy. "Wow baby, how many times did you pee?"
She shushed him and motioned to the cab driver. "I told you! I bought the most absorbent ones I could find."
"These are the diapers they make just for girls with plans to wet their pants on airplanes?" he teased.
"Yep!" she said. "Exactly what it said on the package. And this wasn't part of the plan, but maybe they're for airplanes and also taxis stuck in traffic."
"World's smallest bladder," he said. "We gotta get you in the Guinness Book."
****
The conference organizers put her up in a five-star hotel, in a room on the 38th floor with big windows framing a view of the city, a beautiful jumble of buildings.
Just after three in the morning, he woke up to find himself alone in the hotel's king bed. He spotted her standing at the window in her sleep shirt and no bottoms, her butt cheeks peeking below its hem.
"Giving the neighbors a show?" he asked, with vocal cords that were still half asleep.
She smiled and turned to him. "Hey. Why are you awake?"
"Why are you awake?" he responded. "You have a big day tomorrow."
"I think I'm awake precisely because I have a big day tomorrow," she said. "I don't know. It's going to be a big crowd and all of the other speakers have presented at big conferences like this before and I wanna do a good job and I'm just anxious."
He got out of bed and joined her at the window. He held her around her waist from behind.
"Baby, you were such a brave girl getting on the plane this morning. I was so proud of you. You're always giving me reasons to be proud of you. You can do anything."
"Thank you," she said, leaning her back into his big chest. "It was really helpful to have you there with me."
"You're so welcome, baby. Can I suggest something that I think will help you feel better?"
"Yeah," she said, turning around in his arms to face him.
"Do you think maybe the reason you felt relaxed enough to fall asleep on the plane was the diaper? Like maybe it helped you feel safe and calm, even if it was subconscious?"
He knew it was a vulnerable question and he pulled her in closer while she thought. After a few beats of silence, he lifted her chin with his thumb and felt tears on her cheeks.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. It was just a thought. I didn't mean to imply..." he trailed off, not quite sure what he didn't mean to imply.
"No," she said through sniffles. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just so embarrassing. I'm so embarrassed. As soon as I got dressed in that diaper this morning it was so good and comfy. I didn't want to tell you that because I don't really know what to make of it and... I don't know. It's obviously really embarrassing. I'm sorry."
He hugged her tight, his hand pressing into her back to bring her little body all the way into his.
"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Not with me. Nothing is embarrassing with me, okay?"
"But..." she began to respond, but he stopped her.
"Baby, there's no but. You have nothing to be embarrassed of in this room with me right now. Do you understand?"
It didn't matter that she was still embarrassed. He was giving her no choice but to agree.
"I understand," she conceded.
"Good girl," he said. "Now, we need to get you to sleep for your big day tomorrow. Do you think your diapers might help you get to sleep?"
She nodded.
"I think so too. Do you want to put your diaper on yourself or do you want me to do it for you?"
"You," she said softly. She was surprised how easy the decision was.
"Perfect. Let's get my brave girl in her diaper for the night" he said, kissing her forehead. "Lie on the bed for me. I'll be right there."
****
The iPhone alarm woke them at eight. Disoriented and groggy, they turned to each other for their usual morning cuddles. As their bodies tangled, he felt her warm diaper against his thigh and remembered last night.
"Did you have a good sleep, baby?" he asked.
"Mmhmmmmm!" she responded, sleepy and content.
"Good," he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
As their eyes woke up, they took each other in. They didn't quite have the words for it yet, but they both saw that they'd found something new in their relationship. Something deep and intimate and special and fun. They kissed.
"I'm not supposed to be embarrassed with you, right?" she asked.
"Never," he answered.
"Can I suck my thumb while you cuddle me for a little bit?"
"Of course, baby."
He watched her intently as her hand found its way to her face and she sealed her lips around her little thumb. She closed her eyes and felt him rubbing her diapered bottom while she gently sucked, thinking about everything that's possible for a girl who's not embarrassed.
