Bunny

daddy’s baby girl 🩰🐇diapered little princess ♡ 22yrs ✧┊ 18+ only ✧┊nmik ˚୨୧⋆｡

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Welcome to my Blog!

I’m Bunny! (she/her) ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

I’m so happy you found my blog! Please read this post so you can get to know me & my rules super easily 💗

About Me:

22 years young

is actually a ✨princess✨

kinks - DD/LG & AB/DL

not a switch - just an itty bitty baby 🍼

can be shy & sensitive ><

has an IRL partner who is also my Daddy 💕

needs diapers for medical reasons 🤍

What You’ll Find Here:

This blog is my special little diary where I can be as tiny and blushy as I want! ⋆˚ʚɞ

You’ll see:

cute photos and posts 📷

short blushy stories & daydreams I write 🖊️

tiny thoughts 💭

baby blurbs 📢

How to Interact with Me:

submit asks or send me messages, I adore getting to know you! 🫶

comment, like, & reblog my stuff <3

be kind & respectful always - there’s a real little heart behind the screen 💖

Important Boundaries:

no minors - under 18 do not interact at all

no ageless blogs - if there’s no age in your bio you will be blocked

no vanilla or unrelated blogs - this is a kink space

[littledreambunny]

Caught some afternoon sun in my crinkly diaper and soft onesie ☀️🐰💕

Nothing better than a quiet, warm moment like this. Feeling extra cozy and small right now 🥹

Onesie from @onesiesdownunder

[littledreambunny]

My Fair Baby

The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, painting everything in soft golden light.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, a pale blue bow clipped neatly in the centre. The yellow sundress hugged her delicate frame perfectly, it was feminine, flirty, and just short enough to make her feel a little daring.

It’s been so long since Daddy and I had a proper romantic date, she thought, smoothing the dress over her hips. Just the two of us doing regular couple stuff. Like grown-ups.

She studied her reflection with a hopeful, determined smile. Big Disney princess doe eyes, plump pink lips, and her adorable tiny button nose Daddy always loved to kiss. She'd made sure to apply her make up carefully, highlighting all her best features. Today she looked like a proper girlfriend.

No diapers today, she told herself firmly. The thin lace panties underneath felt light and freeing. I can do this. I’m going to be his big girl all day. No accidents. Just a real date like old times.

She was smart, capable, and mature… and today she was determined to prove it!

Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.

“You look beautiful, princess,” he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “My pretty date.”

She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.

“Thank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. There’s even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.”

He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. You’ve been so excited about our big date.”

But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.

Her stomach dropped.

Daddy… no.

The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. It’s silly. Just because I get tired by eight o’clock doesn’t mean I need to be in bed by eight.

When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only “public displays of affection” Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.

She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.

“Daddy, please,” she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. “We talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. I’m going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?”

He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. You’re smart, you’re bubbly, you’re full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when we’re out having fun for hours. I’m not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.”

She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.

“But Daddy… the dress. It’s so pretty. The diaper will show and I’ll look silly…”

“You could never look silly to me,” he murmured, laying her down gently. “You’ll look adorable as always."

The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.

She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things weren’t like old times anymore.

Because now she was his baby girl.

And Daddy’s job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.

The car ride started off hopefully.

She held Daddy’s hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.

“Did you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?” she said brightly. “They started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think that’s so sweet.”

Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.”

She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.

But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.

When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.

Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.

For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.

But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.

“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging his hand. “I thought we were doing couple things. There’s a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over there…”

“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” he said patiently. “But first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.”

She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.

They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.

As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.

But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.

“Everything okay, princess? You’re doing that little dance.”

Her face went bright red. “I’m fine. I’m being a big girl today. I don’t need help.”

The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.

Tears pricked her eyes.

“I… I had an accident,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.”

Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. “Aww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didn’t you? But babies have accidents. That’s why Daddy brings extra diapers.”

She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. “I thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now… now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like I’m just a baby…”

Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.

“Because you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today… and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesn’t that feel better than pretending?”

She whimpered, face flaming. “Daddy… people might hear you…”

He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. “Let them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"

The words made her feel impossibly small.

He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.

“Look at you,” he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. “All blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesn’t she?”

She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.

When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.

The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.

Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.

Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.

“Aww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,” he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. “That thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?”

“Daddy… stop teasing me,” she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.

He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “But you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.”

For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.

She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.

They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.

They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci he’d clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.

For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didn’t make her want to disappear.

It made her feel safe.

She wasn’t too big for her diapers after all.

She was exactly the right size for Daddy’s arms.

[mads-the-dog]

Eggs sizzle on the skillet in front of me.

The smell of bacon fills the air.

A pile of freshly made blueberry pancakes sit just off to the side, ready to be devoured when you finally get out of bed.

I smile to myself as I hear the patter of your feet behind me. The awkward rhythm of your steps tells almost as much of a story as the tell-tale crinkling that accompanied it.

I don't turn to face you, just leaning back into your touch as you wrap your arms around my waist and bury your face into my back.

"Morning, little one," I coo, turning to see your eyes peeking up at me from under your messy bed head, "Did my baby sleep well?"

You grumble something wordlessly behind your paci, rub your sleepy eyes, and whimper a little, before looking down at the diaper sagging heavily below the hem of the oversized shirt you wore to bed.

I shake my head and chuckle, giving you a peck on the shield of your binkie before speaking.

"Oh, does someone want a change?"

I say through a smile.

You respond with a hopeful look and nod of your head.

I laugh again.

"Oh, sweetie, no changies before breakfast. You know that! Why waist a didi when we both know that your pants will be more full than your tummy by the end of your meal?"

You let out a dissatisfied grunt.

I smack the soggy padding covering your ass.

Who knew an adult could look so adorable dressed like an overgrown toddler?

"Now, go find your seat, sog monster! Breakfast's almost done, and I made your favorite! Pancakes!"

Your eyes light up at that, and you toddle off quickly to the table.

I turn back to the eggs, grinning as I slide them onto our two plates.

Today was going to be a good day.

[littledreambunny]

Look at me being a big crinkly baby ready for sleepies 😴

Thick nighttime diaper doing its job and my onesie making me feel like the pampered little princess I am 👸🏻💕

Days like today make me extra grateful for this little escape 🌸

[littledreambunny]

Little Fantasies & What I Want to Write Next 🍼✍️

Hi everyone 💕

Thank you so much for reading my last little check-in post. It made me feel brave, so I wanted to keep sharing.

Lately I’ve been struggling a bit with writing. I keep starting captions and stories but then I get shy and delete them because they don’t feel quite right. I still love making things for this blog so much, and I really want to keep creating sweet, blushy, and fun content for you. That’s why I thought it would be nice to ask directly…

What kind of themes or scenarios would you like me to write about? Are there any older captions or posts I’ve done that you’d love to see a Part 2 of? I’m open to exploring new things too!

I’ve been thinking about writing more emotional and fluffy regression stories, mixing in some real little feelings, and…maybe even some spicier scenes as well.

What should Bunny write about next?

Part 2 of my older captions

Spicy captions & stories

Blushy DDLG & pampering scenes

Sweet & emotional regression comfort

Surprise me! (tell me in asks/replies)

Voting ended onMay 24

Please vote and feel free to reply or send an ask with any specific ideas you have! Even little suggestions like “more daddy praise” or “a story about…” would make me so happy.

Thank you for being here and supporting my little creative side. It really means the world to this bunny 🎀

[littledreambunny]

How are you doing?

Little Life Check-In 🐇🍓:

First of all thank you for asking! When I open up my ask inbox its usually full of asks for diaper checks...which I understand why hehe

I’m doing… mixed, honestly. Yesterday I heard back about a job I applied for after months of searching. I got it! It’s not in the field I'm passionate about and hoping to get into but I’m trying to celebrate the win.

At the same time I’ve been feeling a bit behind my peers. I got burnt out during my undergrad and a combination of undiagnosed adhd and dyscalculia made my studies way more difficult and my grades aren't strong enough for honours. I keep wondering what the next right move is with study, but motivation has been hard to find.

On top of that, executive dysfunction has been kicking my butt with basic daily stuff like cooking and cleaning. I upped my ADHD meds recently and now I can start tasks… but then I get overwhelmed by everything and freeze anyway. Classic.

Physically, I’ve had lower back pain for the past week that’s making everything harder, plus a stubborn diaper rash that’s finally healing but still annoying. Little space has been a nice escape when I can manage it.

Creatively, I’m in a weird spot too! I want to write more stories and captions that feel authentic and worth reading, but I keep critiquing every sentence until I delete everything. So if anyone has topics they actually enjoy reading about (whether it’s little life, fantasies, daily struggles, or random non-ABDL things), I’d love to hear!

Overall I’m okay, just navigating a lot at once. But how are you? How is everyone on here doing?

Or if you made it this far, let me know your favourite fruit! Mine is strawberries as you can tell! 🍓 but I also like pears, bananas, nectarines, grapes, and avocados 🥑 (which classify as a fruit oddly enough!)

[littledreambunny]

This little bunny woke up with a big ouchie diaper rash today… I haven’t had one in years and I don’t like it one bit! Trying my best to be a big girl and keep it dry, let it breathe but it’s a struggle 😭

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I think it's time for a diapercheck😃

Hehe, I don’t know what you’re talking about! 🤭

Tugs waistband down and poses

See? Totally normal underwear for a big girl! 😇

[littledreambunny]

Think its about time for a diaper check

Hehe, you caught me! 🙈

I was gonna pretend I didn’t need a check but… *tugs pants down and poses* Surprise!

It’s a little puffy, a little cute, and maybe a little used… but I’ve been told I’m too itty bitty to know the status of my diaper, so you’ll have to tell me…

[littledreambunny]

Hi bunny!

What would be your biggest fantasy on how your daddy to realizes you pooped your diapers? You would fill your diapers in his lap, or waddle to the corner of the room and squat while he watches, or poopy when he leaves the room then pretend like nothing happened until he smells a stinky little girl? Or anything else? And after you did, you would tell him right away? Or you would pretend like nothing happening? Or you would run away to play in your diaper?

Oooh a very blushy question! Hmmm I am definitely shy about going in my diaper so I don’t think I would be able to do that on his lap or while he watches…I would rather make my stinkies while he’s out of the room.

I don’t know what is more embarrassing…filling my diaper in front of him with his knowledge or making pushies in secret only to be found out and forced to admit what I’ve done 🙈

My natural instinct is to just pretend nothing happened and continue playing. The state of my diaper is for Daddy to worry about, not me! 🤷‍♀️

[littledreambunny]

Diaper check little one..

Nothing to see here folks… just your average big girl✌️(still in diapers and obsessed with Bluey!)

[littledreambunny]

Dear Princess,

I hope you’re doing well and enjoying the spring, which has definitely settled in here anyway : )

I’d like to ask you a few questions: feel free to answer or not, whichever you prefer 🌺

First, I was wondering how and at what point in your life you discovered your interest in DD/LG and AB/DL? I know you’re incontinent and that it’s surely not always a pleasant experience to go through, but in your opinion, is your desire for regression closely connected to the fact that you wear your Princess special protection constantly?

Also, how did you meet your Daddy? Was he surprised that you still need to wear diapers all the time at your age? I imagine he must often offer to change you; so is it up to him to decide if you need a fresh diaper, or are you allowed to ask for one when it seem to be (how can I say, without be mean) "necessary" ?

Finally here are my most blushy questions: do you need to have your attention distracted -with little toys for exemple- while Daddy wipes your butt? And should you be happy or upset if Daddy decides to leave you wearing nothing but a thick enough diaper -to keep you dry as long as possible- while you play in your playpen with, ofc with a huge selection of your favorite baby toys? If so, do you prefer to have cute animals drawn on your diapy or a good wetness indicator who leaves no room for doubt on your Princess part?

Wish you a very very pleasant week 🌻

Oh gosh, you always ask the best and most blushy questions, daddyeole… 🙈💕

I’ll do my best to answer while I’m sitting here all blushy and embarrassed hehe

I first discovered DD/LG as a teenager when I spent way too much time on Tumblr. I was also reading tons of fanfiction on Wattpad and just starting to explore kink during all those puberty hormones. DD/LG really pressed a lot of my buttons, and because it overlaps with AB/DL, I learned about that too.

At first I wasn’t a fan at all. I was already struggling in high school with my incontinence and I hated having to wear diapers. I just wanted to forget about them. But when I turned 18 and started wanting a caregiver/daddy, I realised my “princess special protection” could actually help me drop into little space. It became a tool that made me feel extra small and safe. Over time it even helped me accept my diapers more and have a gentler, more positive view of them.

And yes… I do think my desire for regression is closely connected to needing to wear diapers all the time. Deep down I still feel like a little girl. My favourite things haven’t really matured. I love cartoons for toddlers, colouring books, crayons, nap time with my binky, stuffies, and dolls. Regression gives me comfort and permission to just be little and need my diapers.

I met my Daddy through DMs. He messaged me after seeing my cute posts, and we were both looking for a real relationship with a DDLG dynamic. We clicked because we share similar values and wanted the same things. He already had experience with DDLG and AB/DL, so he wasn’t new to keeping girls in diapers. I told him right away that I’m incontinent and wear diapers because I need to, not just for fun. He was a little surprised at first, but he’s so open-minded and accepting that it didn’t bother him. It did mean he had to learn how to support me emotionally as my boyfriend too, and he does an amazing job at both.

He loves changing me (which still makes me giggle because it makes him feel so “daddy”). He does frequent diaper checks (much to my embarrassment!) but I know it’s necessary so I don’t leak. I’m allowed to ask for a change whenever I need one, and he never says no because my comfort and happiness always come first. When I’m with him I slip into little space so easily because he dotes on me and constantly reminds me I’m just his baby. It’s his job to worry about my diapers while I’m told to just relax.

Eeeeek the last questions are making me so blushy and squirmy! I still get really nervous and shy when Daddy changes me, especially if I’ve done a poo poo and he has to wipe my butt. He’s very good at distracting me though! He gives me my stuffies or other baby toys to play with and talks silly to me until I’m giggling and smiling again. If I’m extra fussy he pops my binky in my mouth and hands me my favourite stuffie to cuddle, and I calm down right away 🥰

Daddy often keeps me in thick diapers because he calls me his “tinkle fountain” hehe. He loves dressing me in cute onesies and baby outfits, but he would absolutely leave me in nothing but a thick diaper in my playpen with lots of toys and Bluey on the tv, and I would be completely happy with that!

As for your final blushy question… Mmmm I prefer cute animal prints on my diapie! Daddy doesn’t really need a wetness indicator because he likes to just feel and check my diaper himself (and I’m usually soggy more often than not). Even so, I do like printed ABDL diapers sometimes, but plain white ones feel the most babyish and classic to me.

Thank you for the sweet questions and for being so kind! I hope you’re having a lovely spring too! 🌸🍼

[littledreambunny]

Do you post messy or poopy diapers on here?

No I don’t. I have a love/hate relationship with diapers and sometimes I don’t even like taking photos of myself in my diaper at all…even though I post diaper pictures of myself because that’s what my account is for, sharing my little space. I feel cute at the time but later I look at it and cringe and want to take it down.

Posting my soggy diapers are easy because…well…I’m usually always soggy but for a messy diaper I feel extra vulnerable sharing that.

Maybe I will one day. Maybe I won’t.

[littledreambunny]

Do you use your diaper for all intended purposes?

Answering this question makes me blush 🙈 but um yes I do use my diaper for everything most of the time! I get very shy and blushy when I make poo poos in my didis because I’m choosing to make pushies in my pampers like a baby instead of taking my diaper off to use the potty.

I was opposed to the idea entirely at first but the more I regressed, the more okay it felt. And honestly it feels very natural now…like the other day I went to the shops early and grabbed some breakfast while I was there and pretty soon after felt the need make pushies. The first thought that popped into my head was where’s the best place for me to hide so I can squat down and let out all the ickies into my diaper?

That’s how baby brained I’ve become! I did not end up doing that in public because I would be too nervous and embarrassed but just the fact that the second my tummy starts feeling funny my brain immediately tells me to just squat and fill my diaper…

[littledreambunny]

I love your blog! Are you from the U.S.? When did you start wearing diapers for bedwetting/incontinence? Do you wear 24/7?

Thank you so much! I really do love the community here on tumblr. I spend hours scrolling and often forget that I would like to post on my own blog haha. Now, to answer your questions:

No I’m not from the US but I’d like to visit one day when it’s less chaotic over there.

I started wearing adult diapers to manage my incontinence when I was around 16 or 17. I wore pull-ups as a kid but when I got older and bigger they were no longer sufficient.

I don’t think I’d use the term “24/7” but I wear diapers basically full time at this point. OAB and leaks are a pain so I’d rather be protected than stressed.

[littledreambunny]

Soft pastels, teddy bears, and a tiny peek… perfect recipe for the bear-y best playtime ever! 🧸💕

Who wants to join me for princess tea parties and peaceful naps in the nursery? 🍼🎀

Teddy Time Peekaboo Onesie releases on April 28th at 8PM EST @onesiesdownunder