Staying a couple night in a hotel away from home, helping a friend with a project outta town annndddd having a hotel room all to myself means i get to little down without worrying about any interruption 😌😌
“oh I’m too old for stuffed animals” skill issue. sorry you can’t appreciate little creatures made to hang out with you, I on the other hand am full of joyous whimsy and therefore vastly superior.
So my best friend has a 3 year old, and when I go over to hang out, i get to use and play with lots of fun little things with the kid and it's fun and adorable.
And i found he has this lil' book of like "practice clothing fasteners" and it is sooooo cute and so much fun to play with. And i just wanted to share this with some folks who might appreciate it a lot 😊
✧ things that littles with abandonment/insecurity issues would like their cgs to know . . .
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1. please tell them when you are tired while chatting over messages, those changes caused anxiety if they don’t know.
2. always do your best to communicate with them, communication is key. also, communication is very important so they don’t overthink things, which can lead to crises.
3. when you just disappear out of nowhere because you slept (for example), it causes anxiety and scares them.
4. if you are busy, always let them know.
5. they like to know if they can send some spontaneous messages throughout the day. because they feel like a burden.
6. offer reassurance even when it’s not necessary. validate their feelings, even if they seem small or irrational. feeling heard is extremely healing.
7. sometimes they just need you to remind them that you love them and are not going anywhere.
8. words of affirmation and quality time are essential to help a little one’s hurt heart.
9. send random messages throughout the day, it makes them feel remembered and cared for too.
10. always show as much love and care as possible. fully surround them with your affection, letting them feel and see how much you care.
11. avoid harsh criticism or words that could be interpreted as rejection. for an insecure little, this can quickly shake their trust.
12. celebrate small achievements and progress. this helps build self-esteem and shows that you notice and value every effort.
13. avoid long disappearances or unexplained silence. for insecure littles, this can create anxiety and fear of abandonment.
14. be consistent in your actions and promises. predictability creates trust and safety for a little heart that’s been hurt.
15. give space for them to express fears and insecurities without judgment. acceptance is healing.
inspired by tny.kitten and my own experience being a flip and taking care of littles, i decided to make this post! thank you so much for read 🤍.
Some ways for CG’s to make their little feel safe and less anxious; these make our hearts melt and make us feel loved and accepted!
- Calling us kiddo and other cute petnames
- Diaper checks and hugs that are just sneaky diaper checks
- Talking to us in third person (“Does somebody feel little?”, “I think somebody had an accident…”)
- Playing with our plushies! Make them nuzzle and pounce us!
- Making sure we have a paci and a stuffed animal before bed and telling us our plushie will keep us safe at night.
- Noticing we dropped our paci or plushie during a nap and fixing it for us
- A well timed hug after a diaper change
- Inconspicuously making us feel little in public
- Subtle reminders of why we are diapered
- Telling us you are proud of us when we do something cute
- Butt pats
- Telling us we are too little for something
- Telling us it’s “Time to get diapered for bed” and having us bring you the diaper bag/supplies
- Kissing us goodnight
- Reading us bedtime stories
- Involving our plushies in storytime
- Helping us cuddle our plushie
- Raspberries on our tummy
- Nose boops (during changes, when you tell us we are too little)
ATTENTION ANYONE WHO WEARS DIAPERS‼️ (Diaper fluffing tutorial)
It seems like a lot of people in the abdl community don’t know about diaper fluffing, so I thought I’d make a quick tutorial! If you’re not sure what diaper fluffing is, it’s basically breaking up the fibers in your diaper to let air in, and make them thicker and more comfortable! Diapers are packed SUUUPER tight to make shipping cheaper, so your diapers won’t come out of the package as fluffy as they should be! Here’s how you do it
Step 1: Unfold your diaper all the way (pretty easy)
Step 2: Fold your diaper in half hotdog style, then gently pull your hands in opposite directions up and down the fold you made. You should feel the material giving a little as you do this. BE CAREFUL AND DON’T RIP THE DIAPER
Step 3: Unfold your diaper, and do the same thing to the inside, gently pulling your hands apart
Step 4: Voilà! Fluffed and ready to go!
Here’s a picture of the diaper I fluffed next to one right out of the package
The difference is really amazing! Hope this helps you guys! Stay dry 💖
Edit: Send me a message if you had a problem or something. I tried to make the directions as clear as possible but I’m always here to help!
“Peaches,” I say, my voice sharp with warning. “Do you have something you need to tell me?” I cock one eyebrow up in my best stern look. On one finger hangs your blue and white striped pair of underwear, a light yet unmistakable brown stain in the seat. You don’t turn around at first, and I expect a blush and a stammer.
“Honestly I don’t want to talk about it,” you say, your face an unreadable mask. You toss your hair and walk out of the bedroom, leaving me holding your stained underwear.
Not the response I was expecting. My eyebrow comes back down, and I toss your soiled undies in the hamper. I bite back the response that Daddy would’ve had— you think it’s wise to walk away while I’m talking to you?— and take a breath. Something’s wrong.
I follow you cautiously and find you in the kitchen, putting away dishes. Which is my chore. As I come around the counter, your foot shoots out and closes the open garbage disposal behind you without even looking. “I’ll take that out later, don’t worry about it,” you say.
I grab a towel and start drying next to you, staying silent for now, but my curiosity gets the better of me. As I put away some glassware in the opposite cabinet, I quietly open the garbage disposal and peer inside.
Resting on a pile of last night’s uneaten popcorn and this morning’s coffee grounds is your baby bottle and pacifier.
Ah.
I gently close the garbage disposal and go back to drying dishes next to you. “I can do this myself, y’know,” you say. “I’m not a baby.”
I put one hand on your arm and gently turn you toward me until your eyes meet mine.
“I know that. I know you can do it by yourself, but I want to help.”
I pause until you know that I’m not talking about the dishes. You take a shuddering breath.
You let me lead you over to the couch to sit, leaving the dishes where they are. The way you sit on the edge, ankles crossed, facing me, one hand absently moving your stray hair out of your face, tells me what I need to know.
“I don’t want you to be upset,” you start.
I shake my head and interrupt. “I’m allowed to be upset if I feel the need, but I’m not going anywhere, no matter what. Alright? We’re in this together.”
You wipe away tears but your voice is steady, strong, like you. “I just… it feels stupid, you know? To keep doing this. Like,” you hesitate. I wait. “This kink.”
I nod appreciatively. “Talk to me. How does it make you feel?”
You frown. “Well for one, it’s too expensive!”
“We’re making really good money now. It’s expensive, yes, but we’re worth it,” I say. “
“Yeah but it’s gross!” You make a face.
My eyebrows raise dramatically. “Gross,” I repeat slowly, as if I don’t recognize the word. We’d been playing for years now and if anything was clear it was that neither of us found this kink gross.
“And it’s sick,” you continue. “Who in their right mind likes wearing diapers and being made fun of for shitting on themselves?”
I hold my face steady and nod in understanding. “I know it must seem crazy sometimes. But it doesn’t feel crazy to me because I’m not alone— I have you to enjoy this with, and you have me, and there are thousands of other people just like us. Yeah, most people don’t understand, but that doesn’t mean this is wrong or sick. We enjoy what we enjoy and we’re not hurting ourselves or anyone else when we play.”
You wipe away more tears. “well… but what if someone finds out? We had Danny over last week and I freaked out when he was looking in the closet for a blanket. He could’ve found all my-- all that… stuff.”
I smile. “Oh! I can move that stuff to the locker box under the bed. Danny’s always had a certain lack of decorum when it came to personal space,” I chuckle. “And,” I add, “none of that has to leave the house. Ever, if you don’t want. Not wanting to wear in public isn’t a dealbreaker for me. This can be just between you and me. I want you to feel safe and secure.”
You don’t look relieved.
I pause, and take a breath, then adjust where I am on the couch so I can put my arm around you.
“These are big feelings, honey. Thank you for sharing them with me, it was very brave of you.”
Your eyes meet mine, tears welling. “You’re not upset?”
“You’ve struggled with these feelings before and it’s OK. I’m not upset, you’ve said nothing to me that I would be upset about.”
“You’re not bored of it? Tired of having to tell me the same thing over and over?” I see your lower lip trembling. My heart swells. I adore you so much, big and little.
I shake my head. “It’s OK,” I repeat. “I don’t mind telling you again and again how much I love playing with you, as many times as it takes and more. I hate that you struggle with this and I’m so proud of you for fighting it as well as you have.”
You sob quietly in my arms, slowly shaking. I pull you into my arms. I murmur reassurances to you as the night goes by: there’s nothing gross about you, nothing wrong, nothing dirty. Your little side is full of joy and beauty, and you are allowed to enjoy it the way you want without shame or guilt. This struggle is temporary and tomorrow will be different, maybe only a little, but different. We eventually decide to pick up fast food for dinner, and I put on Hunchback of Notre Dame (your favorite). I make popcorn. We stay up too late, laughing and joking and having a good time, but eventually we get to bed.
Later, I’ll retrieve your pacifier and baby bottle from the garbage. I’ll sanitize them, rinse them thoroughly and dry them by hand. I’ll dutifully return them to the lockbox under the bed where they belong, to await the day when this cycle is forgotten, and you can get back to what you enjoy.
This is beautiful 💖so so sweet and lovely, and definitely a part of this that doesn't always get the attention it deserves. But the communication in this lil' story is beautiful.
for the first time in a very long time, I actually have a variety of diapers to choose from! Usually i just get like a 40 case or 36 whatever and call it good. Buuuttt i've got 4 different styles to choose from now 😊 which is pretty fun and colorful!
you dont have to be medically incontinent. you dont have to be an age regressor or a little. you can just wear them because you want to, or because theyre convenient, or because you think public bathrooms are gross, or for no reason at all. and the best part is, if you wear one youre doing a good thing for everyone by normalizing it.
so yeah. put on the diaper, you have nothing to lose.
“Wait—no,” he said, panic already in his voice. “You’re not really pulling over here, are you?”
She flicked on the hazard lights, steering the car smoothly onto a gravel shoulder. The road behind them stretched empty and quiet, trees on both sides, but they weren’t alone alone. Not if someone drove past. Not if someone slowed down.
“You’re soaked,” she said flatly, throwing the car in park. “You’ve been squirming in it for thirty minutes.”
“I—I can wait till we get home,” he stammered, voice cracking. “Please. It’s just a little—”
She unbuckled her seatbelt with a sharp click and turned to him with one eyebrow raised. “A little? Baby, your diaper is sloshing. I can hear it when you shift.”
He went crimson. She didn’t wait.
“Back seat. Now.”
He didn’t move.
“Do you want me to carry you?” she asked, calm as ever, opening her door. “Because I will.”
He scrambled to obey, climbing awkwardly between the seats, his soggy diaper squishing beneath him. She met him on the other side, opening the rear passenger door and sliding in behind him with a practiced hand already reaching for the diaper bag.
“You can’t do this here,” he whispered desperately, glancing around at the treeline. “Someone could drive by. What if they see?”
“Then maybe they’ll learn how to properly care for a whiny little brat who doesn’t know when to speak and when to hold it,” she said, pulling out a blanket and laying it across the seat.
He covered his face with his hands as she patted the back floorboard.
“Lay back. Now.”
The car creaked as he obeyed, blushing furiously, legs drawn up as she helped guide him into place. She tugged down his pants with no ceremony, exposing the swollen, sagging diaper beneath.
She clicked her tongue. “Absolutely disgusting. This thing’s ready to burst.”
He whimpered. “Can’t you at least close the door?”
“No,” she said, tearing open one tape. Rrrrip. “It’s hot. You’ll live.”
“Someone could—”
“—see you getting changed? Then maybe they’ll understand why you’re in diapers to begin with.”
She peeled back the front of the diaper, revealing everything. He gasped in shame.
She just smiled.
“Aw. Look at the little thing. All shriveled and soggy.”
He turned his face into the seat cushion and groaned.
The wipes came next—cool, clinical, relentless. She wiped him down with slow efficiency, lifting his legs high and proud as cars hummed in the distance.
“I love this part,” she murmured, one hand holding both his legs up as the other slid another wipe beneath him. “Right here. You’re so exposed like this. So quiet.”
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.
“You’re not sorry yet. But you will be.”
She balled up the used diaper, bagged it, and pulled out a fresh one—thicker, crinklier.
“No boosters this time,” she said as she slid it under him. “You didn’t earn them.”
“But I didn’t leak,” he said, still pleading.
“You whined.” She sprinkled powder across him with a flourish. “And you lied about being wet.”
She pulled the diaper up and over his hips, snug and final. The tapes went on tight.
Tape. Tape.
“There,” she said, pressing her palm into the front with a slow, dominating pressure. “All clean. Until you make another mess.”
She leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
“Next time you argue about being changed in public?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll do it in a grocery store parking lot.”
She shut the diaper bag, left his pants at his ankles, and patted his padded crotch with one soft thump.
“Back in your seat, sweetie. And don’t forget to thank me.”
At the moment it's unquestionably Rears Mermaid Tales! Love the theme/designs, extremely absorbent, ridiculously comfortable. And they don't start to smell after being in one all day, they trap the odor super duper well!
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