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Ello! This is the tumbler of a 20 something male, ageplayer, pansexual. This is for all the groovy nakkid people I find on tumblr, and all the groovy science stuff I find also. I'm a 4 year old Little Boy to my lovely Miss Mommy. KIK: lilclownkid

[reflections-dujenoir]

Valeria Ko

[maviyenot]

[littermated]

thinking abt the pretend aspect of ageplay and the amount of love and raw acceptance of it. of sitting in their lap as an adult sized person, but they dont care and still baby you bc youll aways be their little kid. being picked up and maybe they have to HEAVE you up but by god theyre gona carry you because youre their baby. idk. the rawness of "this is what i want to be right now" and for it to be met happily.

[frdiapergirlsss]

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[akinkycouplereturns-deactivated]

🌻sunflower fields and little girls in shortalls🌻

[pamperpixie]

jammies with thick crinkly diaper underneath !!!!!!!!!!!!!! so basically. its jammies. and underneath? theres a thick crinkly diaper . (cheering and applause)

[pamperpixie]

AND. inside the diaper? piss 🩷

[a-campbell14two]

lots of requests for these, but hey, i gotta wait for the organic moments!

well today was one of those days where i needed to remember why i deal with protection. anywayyy, that created a pretty natural opportunity to satisfy requests for this kinda stuff.

enjoy ;)

[hockeynhandcuffss-deactivated20]

Been really thinking about fun abdl party games/themes recently. Figured I would share some of my thoughts.

Language Learning: everyone shows up in vanilla clothes but all of the subs/littles have an assigned word that if they were to say it all the bigs would immediately take them and strip them and then put them into a baby outfit for the rest of the night. The catch is that the littles don't know the words. So all the bigs sit around like wolves asking weird questions hoping to get them to say a specific word so they can take all your adult hood away.

Ethical perving: all the littles draw a word on their diaper somewhere on their butt or the bottom of their diaper and wear skimpy clothes. The whole point is if someone guesses your number then you are either punished or have to do something for this person. I'll leave it up to the imagination. But I just love the thought of all night all these people being creepy and trying to look up their skirt or bend over so hopefully the number sticks out of their waste band. Because who doesn't love upskirts?

Secret Adult: Have everyone show up to the party after following discreet discussions on how much to drink and how long before the party you have to go pee for the last time. The point of the party is to figure out who among you is faking having to pee really badly. Each time everyone votes on who the secret adults are they have to drink another cup of water. If you vote out the secret adults before everyone pees themselves then the other team wins. If everyone pees themselves before all the adults are figured out then the secret adults win.

[mr-waffles-study]

OK hang on-- Secret Adult is fucking gold Mr. H! I'm gonna do a write up on that one, with your blessing!

[qubesos-official]

[pretty-kitty-titty-committee]

there's something really amazing and powerful about kink dynamics that are like. it's not really 24/7, but the dynamic isn't ever really off either. even when we're not actively playing the power dynamic still exists it's just, like, not as intense. not as strict. not as active. we're not always In A Scene but I am always your sister, or your daughter, or whatever. you know?

[pretty-kitty-titty-committee]

my mama is always my mama. my little sisters are always my little sisters. we don't have to be in a scene and nobody has to be actively submitting for that to be true

[bees-with-swords]

"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

[hearnoweevil]

Last year I finally had an excuse to illustrate this simple little Tumblr story I've had bookmarked forever for class.

I hope you like it :]

[paddedlittleparadise]

Please, Mommy. Take me.

Make me yours, Mommy. Not just in name. Make me yours in every single way. Turn me into your little toy, your sweet little plaything. Transform me into the wonderful, mindless little sweetie you’ve always wanted…that I’ve always longed to be…

Leave your mark upon me, please, Mommy. Gently lead me into my nursery. Not *A* nursery. *My* nursery. Push me gently, ever so firmly and sweetly, down onto my changing table, Mommy. Strip me - not only of my clothes, but of my adult self. Lay me bare, Mommy, I beg you. Off with my shirt will come my pride. My jeans will slip off…and so too will my ego. Socks too - and with them my independence. Free me from my undershirt, and you will free me of my defensiveness. And yes, Mommy, take them. Take my big boy panties, please, please. And as you gently tug them from my yielding body, with them too will come my control, my masculinity, my modesty, my last shreds of adulthood…

Let me lay naked before you, Mommy. Leave me shivering and vulnerable, stripped of everything I call mine, everything the world sees as who I am. For I am something quite different in your hands. You will make me yours, taking my vulnerability, my trust, my yielding bare body, and turning me into a rare, wonderful being…for you.

Prepare me to become something new, Mommy. With your warm washcloth strip me of all adult scents, of the grime of the world, of my very own sweaty and dirty odors. Wash me clean. Make me your blank canvas upon which to repaint an image of the new me…of the me you wish to see. Stroke my body now with your warm, reassuring hands, Mommy. Caress me with that incomparably lovely baby lotion. Cover me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes in this beautiful scent, please. Let the scent of powder and nursery and innocent love wash over me, fill my nose, permeate my skin, enter my very being. Make me your baby, Mommy. Please. I beg you.

Remake me, Mommy. As you smile down at my naked body, as you stroke and massage the lotion into my bare skin, I will feel your fingers invading even the most private and intimate spaces of myself. I ask you to do this, Mommy. For I am yours…entirely. Let no part of myself resist, let no particle of my being remain untouched by you. I give you myself: naked, vulnerable, trusting. All I ask is love, Mommy…love and acceptance for the bare, trusting, shy self that I am.

Reshape me into your little plaything, your precious infant. I beg you, Mommy. Let me hear the wondrous rustle and crinkle of the diapers you will enfold me in. Let me watch, wonderingly, innocently, helplessly, as you unfold these garments that you know I crave with every fiber of my being. Show them to me, please, Mommy. Whisper to me about how endearingly sweet I will look in them, how much I need them, how all good babies deserve nothing else… Tell me, Mommy. Teach me. Train me. And oh, I will assent. I will gurgle and coo my joyful acceptance of every word you speak. I will shiver with breathless joy as you lift my naked ankles in your warm hands, as I hear my very own crinkling padding laid lovingly under me, as you settle me gently into the cloudlike comfort of my very own diaper: the very first of many hundreds and thousands to come…

You know what to do with me, Mommy. Let me feel the snowfall touch of the powder you softly rain down upon my naked belly and groin. Massage that beautiful powder deeper, penetrating my skin, perfuming my entire body with the heavenly, unmistakable scent of a true baby. Cover me with that powder, with the diaper that you pull softly up between my bare thighs. And as you cover me, know that as you do so I feel you covering me too with your love, with your motherly smiles and kisses, with the incredible gift of acceptance that you show me each and every day. Tape my diaper shut, Mommy. Please, oh please. And in that finality, in that secure tightening around my waist, in the incomparable thickness that will swaddle me and cling to me and follow my every movement, know that in it I sense the security of your love for me. You will never let me go, Mommy. I know it…I sense it. I feel it all around me.

Enrobe me in my most babyish clothing, Mommy. Please? I do not care what. Babies and playthings and helpless innocents like me do not know or care what Mommy chooses for them. All they ask is that they be warm, and soft, and comforting. And whatever you choose for me to wear, Mommy - whether sleep sack or onesie or adorable little sleeper or frilly dress - know that I love you for it. You are remaking me in the image you desire. I am your baby doll, yours to dress and undress and make and remake, precisely as you please.

Care for me, please, Mommy. I am delicate, I am fragile. I have needs, Mommy…infantile needs. Satisfy my instinctive craving to suckle, please, Mommy. I need to feel that soft, heavenly nipple yielding gently between my lips. I need to taste the warm spurts of milk on my tongue, the rich creaminess of your sweet, warm breast milk slipping easily down my gulping throat. Feed me, Mommy. Hold me close. Press me ever closer to your beating heart, to your nourishing breast. Nestle me in your bosom, cradle me in your strong arms, shield me from the world. Let me drink, Mommy. Let me fill my belly with your liquid love…and as I feed, know that you are my everything. You are within me, you are without me. You surround me, you make me, you suckle and swaddle and care for me as no one else does. I am your creation, and you are my universe.

And when I am done, Mommy, when I as your infant have hiccuped and burped and you have softly wiped my sticky mouth clean…carry me, please. Take me to my crib, to the safe haven of my dreams. Slip the wonderfully comforting nipple of my pacifier between my lips. Please, Mommy? It reminds me of you, you see. Let me feel you lowering me into my warm crib, pulling the blankets gently over my prone form, tucking them tightly around me. You know I will sleep, Mommy. I cannot help it, any more than I can help the sudden rushes of wetness that I now feel blossoming outward into my beautifully soft diaper. I will suckle, and slumber, and wet, and dream sweet dreams of you here in my crib. For there is nothing else I can do, and nothing else in the entire world I long to do, more than this.

Thank you, Mommy. Oh, thank you. I need this, and I need you…so incredibly much.

[oh-hi-welcome-to-my-soft-side-d]

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[transstuffandmore]

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

[bees-and-voids-deactivated20210]

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

[abdlpetmonsterfurfur-deactivate]

If you could reblog so I could find my old tumblr friends.

[tikkety-tok]

This is what Rasputin would've wanted.

[vin-nl]

Forever reblog ❤️