baby 🫧

22 | mdni | baby girl

[prettyprettypaci3]

Step 1: Invest in a waterproof mattress cover.

Step 2: Intentionally wet your bed in the middle of the night.

Step 3: Calm yourself down and try to fall back asleep.

Step 4: Wake up in your soaked bed smelling like piss. Blush and get shamefully turned on when you remember what you did last night.

Step 5: Open all the windows and wash your bedding while shaking, wondering what the hell is wrong with you.

Step 6: Repeat steps 2-5 until you finally internalize the fact that you're a pathetic bedwetter.

Step 7: No more excuses. DIAPER.

[prettyprettypaci3]

There's something about bedwetters. 🤤

In theory, being a pantswetter should be more embarrassing than bedwetting. You're awake and fully conscious and you still can't hold your tinkles? You're so pathetic that you need to wear pull-ups or diapers everywhere you go? But then, if you're in 24/7 padding, it becomes normalized. You learn to manage your condition and it stops making you blush once you realize no one is whispering about you. If you have partners, there's no secret to hide after the first encounter. They already know, and they've either accepted you or rejected you.

But being a bedwetter. You have a transition period every night where you kiss your adulthood goodbye and wrap yourself up in childish padding, because your dumb-dumb sleepy brain can't help but go potty all over the mattress. You can't let yourself fall asleep after having adult fun with someone, because you know you'll both wake up in a wet bed; it's the nightmare scenario in the back of your mind. Bedtime diapering may become routine, but not exactly normal. Every sunset is a reminder that it's time to stop playing grown-up and put on your pampers. There's no escape.

Yes, give me bedwetters. 🥰

[diapereddoe]

Getting to play pretend and use the big kid potty! I even remembered to unsnap my onesie first 😇

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Featuring the Duckies Onesie from @onesiesdownunder

[mads-the-dog]

Ever Again

His hot breath brushes against your neck as he pins your hands to the wall, both of your wrists grasped easily in just one of his hands.

A cool shiver runs down your spin at his touch, memories of past encounters roll through you mind.

"Papa," you whine, arching your back in a silent attempt to offer your body to him, "Please."

Thoughts of his long, hard cock, driving into you over and over again as pleasure overtakes you over and over again dominate your mind.

You want him. You want him worse than you ever have.

You turn your head ever so slightly as you feel him press his body up against yours. You can't help but whimper at the electric feel of his skin brushing up against yours.

"Please," you whine out again, more breathlessly this time, "Papa, I need you."

He kisses your neck, and his deep chuckle warms your heart.

"Oh, you do?" He purrs.

Your heart flutters in response.

Is this actually going to happen?

The feel of a large hand cupping your ass heightens your hope. You press your ass back into his palm, desperation for his touch overwhelming.

The soft crinkle of your diaper, however, snaps you back to reality.

"Hm," Papa sighs as he squeezes the drench padding strapped around your waist with his long strong fingers, "It feels more like you need a change."

You whimper again, this time, not out of anticipated pleasure, but rather from deep disappointment.

Papa releases your wrists and spins you around, looking at you with paternal disappointment.

"30 years old and still not potty trained," He clucks, causing a blush to radiate across your cheeks. "On your knees, stinkbug, you know the rules: Little one's who can't keep their pants dry don't get to walk, and cetainly don't get 'big kid' treats."

You do as your told, letting yourself fall to all fours and feel the weight of your soggy shame droop low between your legs.

Papa laughs again. Its a harsh, taunting sound.

You keep your eyes glued to the floor in front of you, unwilling to look up at your partner-turned-caregiver as you crawl towards your nursery, wondering if he'll ever see you as a sexual object ever again.