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When you realize that you woke up wet đŠ
I would never do 24/7.. but fuck it sounds so nice.
Imagine being a baby at home with the caregiver(s) everyday.
Wake up in the same crib, with the same plushies, in the same wet diaper.
The same diaper change.
Getting put in the living room on your tummy to watch TV with Mama or Dada as they rub your back and shake stimulating toys in your face. Maybe they even bottlefeed you while you watch.
Can you already feel the sun from the 10 am morning shining down on you from the window as you crawl to the sunspot to your caregiver?
Maybe they'll even play with you! Will they tickle you? Play peek-a-boo??
Maybe they'll even take you outside or to the park!! You can go in the baby swing or sandbox or play with bubbles!!
And they'd definitely take photos for your baby album!
Imagining the sweet way they'd talk to you, with encouraging, developmentally healthy language for babies. "Can you say ma-ma?" "Do you see the blue butterfly?"
Except for there's no expectation to grow up. Only getting younger or staying the same. And always with your caregiver.
Ending every night with story time and lullabies and cuddles to sleep.. and maybe a few hypno tapes..
Oh, it's such a dream.. to go back to true babyhood..
Dad: Boys, It smells like someone needs a change.đ€š
Me and @Little_Tore: It's him, not us.đ€Ł
hey little Missy! We need a diaper check and to see that amazing crib!!
Hello!!! Happy Friyay!! You mean this??
AMAZING weather today late April đđ
Getting my vitamin D đ
This is what the start of a bedwetter's day looks like.
As long as being an abdl isnât completely ruining your social life, then you should make a little time for it.Â
Pushing these feelings back could actually make you feel more stressed out.Â
I know thatâs the case for me, when I donât get time to be little, I am a walking stress case. Itâs really the best outlet for me to relax and clear my mind.Â
Sometimes my boyfriend looks at me when Iâm stressed out and saysâokay, whereâs your pacifier? You just need to chill out.â He knows itâs so therapeutic and relaxing for me.Â
It brings me back down to earth.Â
Maturity comes from knowing when you do need to do grown up things and also, when itâs perfectly acceptable to realx. Relaxation can include enjoying a glass of wine or sucking on a binky. Sure one is more taboo and unusual, but they both help you relax.Â
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Stop Doddling
Wait Mommy, NO! Wait, wait, hold on. I'm not wearing my shorts. I need my shorts, Mommy! Wait, please!
Oh, hush, sweetie. Come along, now. We don't have time for this. We're already running late.
But, but... People might see me. They, they'll, see my, my, diaper.
Oh, I'm sure they will, sweetie. A cute little crinkle butt like you, waddling around, following his pretty Mommy like a silly little duck. Quack! Quack!
MOMMY!
I'm just teasing. No one's paying attention. So, stop your fussing, potty pants. I've got your diaper bag right here. There's an extra pair of shorts in here somewhere.
Can I have em, now? Mommy, PLEASE!
Oh, that's enough, now. You know as well as I do, once we get there it'll be time for a change anyway. Once you're in a clean diaper again, Mommy will get your shorts for you. Don't worry, we'll get your diaper booty coverd up before you're out of the car.
In the car? You can't change me in the car! Someone might see me!
Again with this? Just stop. Mommy most certainly can, and will, change your butt in the back seat of the car, or anywhere else, if I see fit! Ever since you wanted Mommy to 'take charge,' you no longer have any say in how I handle your care. Remember you wanted all this. You should have though long and hard about giving up control, and what 'back to babyhood' really means. I'm not playing around at this, you don't get to just pick and choose whatever you feel like in the moment.
Now, stop worrying, I'll be quick, I can't have you waddling around in a yucky diaper while we're out and about, baby. Besides, even with your shorts on, I'm sure you'll still attract a few stares and giggles. But it's fine. Soon you'll adapt, and you won't even notice after awhile. Just like how you use your diapees now, you hardly even notice, anymore. Now, stop doddling, baby butt, and hurry up!
Such a beautiful place đźđčđ
It's always fun having buddies come to the warehouse, even more so when they're people like LittleTore âșïž
PS: We both need change in this photo.đ
Uh Oh... you have a little too much energy at daycare.
So you are getting sent to the "Wiggle Corner"!
"Mr. Wiggles" the teddy bear, is going to help you work out all your extra energy, while a grownup supervises.
You get sent to the Wiggle Corner a lot, but you don't mind. Thrusting your diapered crotch into Mr. Wiggles is practically automatic at this point.
"That's right sweetie, just like that, keep up that rhythm" the daycare worker coaxes you to help work all your 'wiggles' out.
You know you're not allowed out until you make stickies ... twice.
Hoppy Easter! đ°đ§șđ„đ·
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I'm usually the little girl, but lately I love seeing you in diapers and dominating you my baby đđđŠ
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How to Spot a Little One Messing Their Diaper
These are things I have noticed when babysitting little ones âșïžđ„čđ
1. Sudden silence
Chatty little? Playful energy? And then⊠quiet. Thatâs your first clue. Babies often go quiet when theyâre concentrating on making a âpresentâ in their padding.
2. The telltale squat
Slight knees-bent, hips lowered, or even a full crouch. That posture is iconic. Some try to pretend theyâre just âplaying on the floor,â but the truth squishes out quickly.
3. That face
Eyes unfocused. Mouth slack or sucking their pacifier extra hard. A tiny wrinkle between the brows. Maybe even a soft grunt. Thatâs a âpushing faceâ if Iâve ever seen one.
4. Shy glances
Littles who know theyâre being watched might try to sneak away behind a couch or into a corner. Constant glances to see if anyone notices? Total giveaway.
5. Clutching a stuffie
Sometimes they squeeze their favorite stuffie when they mess. Like it gives them the courage. Itâs sweet. And obvious.
6. Subtle rocking or shifting
As they fill their diaper, a little might shift from foot to foot or slowly rock their hips. Sometimes itâs to help the process⊠sometimes they just feel extra little when itâs happening.
7. The smell
Obvious. Immediate. Instant diaper check.
8. Sudden clinginess or hiding
After a big accident, a little might get very cuddly or very shy. Some want to bury their face in your chest and melt. Others try to disappear under a blankie.
9. Waddling gets worse
That squishy crinkle gets louder and their steps get wider. When their diaper starts sagging low between their thighs, you know exactly what happened.
10. That helpless little whimper
The one that says: âI messed⊠I canât clean myself⊠and I donât know whether to cry or cuddle.â That sound is pure baby.
**30 Humiliating Affirmations for a 24/7 Baby**
1. I am too little to be trusted without diapers.
2. I leak, I whine, I cry â and Mommy still keeps me.
3. Big thoughts arenât for me. Mommy thinks for both of us.
4. Potty training is for grown-ups. Iâll never be one.
5. I belong in thick diapers, whether I like it or not.
6. Mommy doesnât ask me â she tells me.
7. I earn privileges by staying quiet, padded, and obedient.
8. I donât get to choose what I wear under my onesie.
9. Accidents arenât embarrassing⊠theyâre expected.
10. Iâm not a big boy. I never was.
11. I get praised for staying soggy and submissive.
12. Mommy locks me up because I canât be trusted.
13. I cry when my diaper is full â like a proper baby.
14. Being helpless is what I was made for.
15. My hands are useless when Mommy puts my mittens on.
16. I exist to be changed, fed, and controlled.
17. Mommy decides when I get touched â and where.
18. My crib is my cage, and I feel safest inside.
19. Even my whining is cute⊠because itâs powerless.
20. Mommy doesnât need my permission â she owns me.
21. I waddle because I deserve to feel my shame.
22. My diaper is always the thickest thing I wear.
23. The bigger my tantrum, the tighter my rules.
24. I feel most myself when I canât even hold a bottle alone.
25. My voice doesnât matter when my paci is in.
26. Iâm dressed for who I am â not who I pretend to be.
27. I canât undo my diaper, and I shouldn't even try.
28. Iâm not trusted with words, choices, or control.
29. Wet, whiny, or whimpering â Iâm still Mommyâs little thing.
30. The more humiliating it feels⊠the more perfect it is.
Someone make me say these to you. Perhaps while you laugh at me? Idk
That one time Mommy caught me sneaking out of my diaperâŠ
So⊠this happened a few weeks ago. I thought I could be a big boy for one night. Mommy had just diapered me like alwaysâpowdered, snug, soft, and taped up tight in my favorite nighttime diaper. She kissed my forehead, tucked me into my crib, pulled up the bars, and whispered, âNo funny business tonight, little one.â
And I nodded, of course. I always do.
But deep down, I was feeling rebellious. I donât even know why⊠maybe I wanted to prove I could be grown-up for once.
As soon as I heard Mommyâs footsteps fade down the hallway, I got to work. Slowly, carefully, I wriggled out of my onesie, trying not to make the snaps pop too loud. Then came the diaper. I peeled the tapes offâquietly, like a little diaper ninjaâand slid the whole thing off. I stashed it under the crib and pulled the blanket over me, feeling so proud of myself.
No crinkles. No bulk. No baby smell. Just me.
Free.
I fell asleep feeling smug⊠and woke up in cold, wet shame.
The bed was soaked. My onesie clung to my skin. The mattress squished under me.
And then I heard it: the door creaking open.
âGood morning, babyâwait⊠what is this?â
Mommyâs voice dropped an octave.
She stepped closer, sniffed the air, pulled down the blanket, and saw the whole mess.
âWhere is your diaper?â she asked, crossing her arms.
I froze. Caught. Busted. Completely humiliated.
All I could do was look at her with wide, guilty eyes. I think I even whimpered a little.
But Mommy wasnât mad. Oh noâshe was disappointed.
She picked up the soggy blanket, shook her head slowly, and said, âSo you thought you were ready to be a big boy? This is what happens when you make that decision without Mommyâs permission.â
Needless to say⊠I didnât get a choice the next night.
Triple-layered, booster inside, locking onesie, and mittens. No escape.
And she made sure to tell me every night that week: âBabies wear diapers. Always.â
Lesson learned.