Secret Hyena

30s (she/her) | Minors DNI - 21+ | bi | Midwest USA a place for all my secrets | equal parts AB/DL mommy and babygirl | a pot of water always on the verge of boiling over | I’ll block you if you don’t have your age in you bio or pinned post

[secrethyena11]

Secret Hyena - an introduction

big feelings; sensitive; feminist; bisexual; high sex drive; misunderstood; unabashedly myself; massive cock (metaphorically)

BDSM Background

The first time I was able to masturbate was from the AB/DL episode of My Strange Addiction. This life chose me! In my late teens/early 20s, I quickly got involved with scary men as an uneducated and sheltered young person. The first IRL ‘daddy’ I met pulled a weapon on me, so I put myself back into the kink closet for close to ten years to focus on building a healthy life for myself. I’m back with years of therapy and discernment skills under my belt.

That being said, I’m ✨inexperienced✨in every way—relationships, sex, kink, all of it. It’s horribly embarrassing. I’m in awe of all the littles on here who can embrace themselves so freely, and I’m intimidated by the caregivers who know what they’re doing. I feel like I’m not little enough to be little and not hardcore enough to be a caregiver.

What I’m Looking For

Generally. To me, ageplay is the deepest expression of love. Please honor my softest parts and give me the honor of taking care of your softest parts. I switch pretty equally between little girl and mommy, and I’m 100% a softie. Because of my vanilla life, it’s much easier for me to access my mommy side, but I deeply crave being little. I don’t desire any negativity in play, though, I understand why that is appealing to others. The sexiest thing is trust. My biggest kink is emotional support. My ultimate fantasy is using ageplay to help us grow as people.

I’m single, bisexual, and open to all genders! Feel free to shoot your shot (unless you’re a blank blog, then fuck off)! I’m open to roleplaying with long distance people (once they’ve taken the time to get to know me as a person), but I’m extremely sensitive, so please keep that in mind. I will become emotionally attached, and when you’re dealing with such intimate topics, I don’t know how you wouldn’t. Also, due to my demanding job, I really only check Tumblr on weekends, so it may take me a week or so to respond.

Little Side. Being little seeps out of my every pore—for those who know about this dynamic, it’d be very easy to tell I was little if you interacted with me in real life. I wear hairbows and have a Winnie the Pooh backpack instead of a purse. I don’t have a poker face and wear my heart on my sleeve. But actually exposing my little side to another feels almost impossible; I can’t imagine someone actually wanting me to be little. I need a lot of reassurance. Little me is a good girl. As long as I understand and agree with your rules, I want to be an obedient little princess. My little side is very sexual, and I typically use masturbation to get into little space because both are vehicles of joy and self expression. My little interests are identical to what I liked as a child: Barney, Disney (especially Winnie the Pooh and princesses), stuffed animals, reading, and coloring.

Mommy Side. Because of my job (I boss around intelligent attorneys most of the day), my mommy side feels more easily accessible. I’ve been single most of my adult life, and I’m very independent. I largely disrespect men and assume I will dislike them until proven otherwise. I got my tubes tied at 25. I know who I am and what I want. Though being single can be lonely, I’m proud of not settling and being able to enjoy my own company.

While I’ve only been able to explore being a mommy to one person (virtually), it’s such a high. I understand the difficulty of exposing such vulnerability to another, so I want to cherish and nurture that inner child.

Looking back on my vanilla relationships, I was incorporating my mommy side into our dynamic without realizing it. For example, I always take my partners to the bathroom to wash them after sex. I’ve learned this isn’t the norm. But boys are sticky afterwards and need help 🥺

Interests

Vanilla Me. I’m a paralegal in Big Law, and that takes up most of my time. I find my work and the people I work with to be incredibly sexy. As you can probably guess, I’m very Type A and organized. I’m pretty introverted, and I grew up sheltered, so I’m working on trying new things. I write fanfiction and very much identify as a fangirl. I’m extremely close with my family (and cat!) and see them almost every day. Singing is one of my favorite activities, but I keep that to myself. Feeling as much as you can, especially as a result of art, is the point of being alive.

Worldviews. Anyone interacting with my blog under 21 (and ageless profiles) will be blocked. Any Trump supporters, fascists, white supremacists, and transphobes, will be blocked. Fuck AI, fuck the police, fuck ICE, free Palestine, and death to all billionaires.

Ageplay is kink, and I do not support the agere community that is largely propagated by minors and attracts puritanical, immature, and unsafe adults.

Kinks. Diapers (pretty much anything to do with diapers I will likely be into it), ageplay, pegging, fauxcest, DD/lg, MD/lb, MD/lg, all wrapped up in a blanket of gentleness

Limits. Pain, really anything scary or negative (even spanking is too much for me lol), orgasm denial (for women, but even for men, only in small doses), actual misogyny, cucking, IRL open relationships/poly dynamics (I’m monogamous but have some leniency with online dynamics)

[princessofnuance]

switchy night night routine

(this is a work of md/lb fiction. all characters are consenting adults!!)

inspired by a lovely lil guy 🍯🐻 he knows who he is! thanks for the inspiration, honey

“how was your day?” i asked sam when he walked in our apartment in his work clothes, dropping his bags and slumping over to me. i wrapped my arms around him and he buried his face in my neck.

“not good. i screwed up this report and it affected the whole team. i feel so stupid.”

“oh, baby. im so sorry that happened. you’re not stupid, sweet pea.” i said, running my hands through his hair. “you’re very very smart, and you work so hard.”

i held him like that for a few minutes until he finally pulled away.

“do you wanna have a special little night to take your mind off things?” i asked.

sam shook his head.

“i’m gonna shower and go to bed early. sorry, baby. just not in the mood to be little tonight.”

“okay” i said gently. “i’ll leave some dinner out for you, and there’s some leftover brownies if you want those too.”

he nodded, giving a small smile. i could tell he was still stuck in his head.

there was nothing to do but give him some space and let him come to me when he was ready.

after sam showered, ate dinner (and two brownies) he sat down on the couch next to me to watch some TV.

“feeling better after your shower and some food?”

he nodded, curling up into my side. “so much better.”

i wrapped my arms around him and played with his hair, ruffling his curls gently.

he leaned into my touch, whimpering softly.

“i love when you make that sound.”

he blushed. “what sound?”

i mocked the little whimper, causing him to blush even darker.

“i don’t sound like that.” he huffed.

“yes you do, grumpy boy.”

“no i don’t.”

i giggled. “okay, fine. no need to get all worked up about it.”

i kept playing with his hair, then my hands when down to his back, slowly and rhythmically rubbing.

he whimpered again.

i giggled. “you did it again, baby.”

his brown furrowed slightly. “no i didn’t!” suddenly his thumb was finding its way to his mouth. he sucked it, soothing himself as he curled back up against my side.

“it’s okay, sweet pea. nothing to be embarrassed about. there’s nothing wrong with making your lil whimpers and moans when you’re relaxing.” i kept rubbing his back. “in fact, i really like it when i can hear that deep manly voice of yours suddenly sound not so big.”

with his thumb still in his mouth, he whined, “mommyyyy, you’re doing it again.”

“doing what, hun bun?”

“makin’ me feel small…”

“oh, i thought you were going to be a big boy tonight?”

he sucked harder on his thumb, looking up at me, his eyes already starting to glaze over as he melted into littlespace.

“i am a big boy, mama!! i promise!”

“you promise?” i teased. “if i recall correctly, just yesterday you woke up in a onesie and a very full diaper, sucking on your paci like a lil baby.”

sam blushed “maybe…”

“does that sound like something a big boy would do?”

sam buried his face in my neck. “no, mommy, it sounds like something a little boy would do…”

“that’s right. and you are just a little boy, aren’t you?”

he whimpered. “yes mama.”

i kept rubbing his back, cooing at him for a few more minutes while he nuzzled into me.

i patted his back firmly, queuing him to get up.

“go bring me a diaper.”

he looked at me with wide eyes. “a diaper? why?”

“because you need it, honey bun. i can tell. bring me a diaper and your changing basket.”

he looked embarassed, but he obeyed, shuffling off to his nursery and coming back with one of his favorite dino diapers and his little basket that held wipes, barrier cream, and lotion.

i laid out his changing mat on the floor, helping him lay down on his back. he was so pliant for me when he got all subby.

i rubbed his tummy gently, and he kicked his feet in the air, giggling.

“squirmy lil worm.”

i took off his pajama pants and big boy boxers, exposing his lil boy parts to the air.

“is cold mama!!!” he said, rubbing his eyes and squirming some more.

i put my hand on his tummy firmly to hold him still. i reached into the basket to find his emergency paci that we kept in there for changes.

“open.”

he obeyed, and i slipped the paci into his mouth.

i watched as his brain melted even more, my big, smart, emotionally mature boyfriend suddenly dissolving into a little boy as he sucked and chewed on his paci. his eyes were glazed over and locked on mine, like i was his whole world.

“legs up, you silly worm.” he obeyed, and i slipped the diaper under him.

after some powder and barrier cream, i taped him up securely, and rubbed the front of his fresh new diaper.

“that’s much better, huh?”

he nodded, giggling as he sucked his binky. “mommy?” his voice was muffled by the pacifier.

“what is it, honey bear?”

“can i wear my favorite onesie tonight?”

“of course you can! that’s a very good idea. should we go to the nursery and get you all cozy?”

he nodded.

i led us to the nursery, sammy following behind like a lost puppy. he looked so cute in nothing but a t-shirt and his diaper. i patted his poofy diaper butt as he walked into the nursery.

“can you find your favorite onesie for me?” i asked my little guy.

sam grabbed the onesie with the cute teddy bears on it. he handed it to me without saying a word. i could tell from that doe-eyed look in his eyes that he really needed this. he needed to be babied and taken care of and be treated like my actual little boy.

“oh this is a good one, isn’t it, honey bear?”

he nodded, lifting his arms for me to take off his t-shirt. so eager.

i tugged his shirt off until he was standing in front of me in nothing but his diaper. i ran my hands over his tattooed arms, admiring how gorgeous this grown man looked when he was reduced to nothing but a sweet little diaper boy.

“i can’t believe such a baby has all these grown up tattoos!!” i said with a laugh.

sam giggled, covering his face with his hands.

i pulled them away. “c’mon, let’s get you in your onesie.”

i helped him step into his cozy onesie and then i had him lay down on the nursery floor rug so i could snap up the buttons on the crotch. i would never get sick of seeing how his diaper looked bulging underneath the onesie.

it was the hottest thing i’d ever seen, and i could not get enough.

i gave his tummy a few rubs and tickles, causing him to giggle and kick his feet up again.

“mommyyyyy” he whined.

“yeah, baby?”

“stop tickling”

“oh, like this?” i tickled his tummy again, pinching the side gently, which made him wiggle and scream with laughter.

“mommyyyyy!! stoppppppp”

i finally stopped, watching sam roll around, cheeks blushing and eyes full of laughter. i wanted to eat him up.

“okay, okay, enough riling up the little one before bed. do you wanna sleep in your crib tonight, or with mommy in the grown-up bed?”

sam’s thumb went into his mouth as he started pondering his options.

“want my crib. but i also want mommy.”

i laughed. “you can’t have it both ways, baby.”

sam pouted.

“okay, how about this: you can have your sippy cup and we can read some books in your crib, but then when it’s night-night time, you need to get in the grown-up bed with mommy. does that sound fair and fun?”

sammy nodded. “fair and fun, mama.”

“okay good, pick out some books, while i go get your bottle going. do you want chocolate milk tonight?”

sammy nodded again. “yes please. in my dinosaur sippy cup?”

“sure, baby. i’ll be right back.”

in the kitchen, i found his favorite sippy cup with the cute little dinosaurs on it. i filled it up with chocolate milk, and made my way back down the hall.

back in the nursery, i found sam laying on his tummy, playing with his play-food. there was a stack of three books next to him, his picks for storytime.

i felt a wave of affection wash over me as i watched him playing, kicking his feet back and forth, so focused on the plastic vegetables he was playing with.

“i’m back sammy, you ready for some stories?”

he got into his crib, snuggling up with his blankie and favorite stuffie. i gave him his sippy cup, and he happily started to drink it.

there really wasn’t enough room in his crib for two adults, but some nights like this, we made it work. i sat beside him, pulling him into my lap for storytime.

he snuggled into me as i started to read him “if you give a mouse a cookie.” even though it was one of his favorites that we read allllll the time, he was completely entranced by it.

the only sounds in the nursery were my voice reading the story, sammy gently sucking on his sippy cup, and some occasional crinkles as sammy wiggled in my lap.

we stayed like that for two more books, and then it was night night time.

“you ready for bed, lil guy?”

sammy looked like he was half-asleep already. i kissed the top of his head and helped him stand up.

i led him back to our bedroom, watching as he curled up in bed with his stuffie, blankie, and paci.

i gave his diaper a quick check, feeling that it was only a little soggy in the front. he must have wet it during storytime.

“mommy, what’re you doing?” sammy asked sleepily, words muffled through his paci.

“just giving you a lil check before bed. only a teensy bit soggy. plenty of room for my little bedwetter.”

sammy blushed. he hated when i reminded him that he sometimes actually had accidents at night. nothing was blushier for him than going to bed dry and waking up soggy.

“all good.” i said, patting his diaper through his onesie. “that’ll last you through the night.”

sammy giggled. “c’mere mommy, wanna snuggle.”

“coming, honey bear.”

i crawled in bed with him and let him cling to me like a needy little koala. i rubbed his back soothingly, listening to him sucking on his paci and letting out little whimpers and moans every few minutes as he got comfy.

“night night mommy.” he finally said, drifting off to sleep.

i was so lucky.

[darlinglilmia]

They don't tell you this but trans girls in diapers are the foundation of the LGBTQ+ community btw it's like if you removed the foundational block of Jenga it would all collapse without them

Everyone say thank you trans girls in diapers

[prettyprettypaci3]

Diaper humiliation.

I know, I know. You're picturing a big, dramatic scene where I pull down your pants, spank you into submission, tape you into a thick diaper and lock it into place.

You know what's so much more delicious to me? Diaper humiliation as routine. As lifestyle. As background noise.

You come home from work and swap out your house keys for a big pacifier, which you clip to your collar. You pull out your phone as you walk to the living room, casually removing your pants and underwear with your other hand. You lie down on the floor and spread your bare legs in the air, assuming the expected position as you submissively wait for your nightly diaper. Your legs dangle there stupidly as you suckle and scroll.

I let you dawdle like that for a minute or two before coming to oil and powder your bottom. You tell me about your day, drooling a bit through your paci, and I tell you about mine. I fold up the diaper nice and tight against your waiting bum and seal it.

No scene. No roleplay. No taunting or threats. Peeing in diapers and sucking pacifiers are just your everyday home life, as much as Netflix and takeout would be for a normal couple.

Because every once in a while, when you're not expecting it — as you're waddling to the kitchen in your soggy pampers or feeling a rope of drool ooze onto your dinner bib — it hits you like a ton of bricks: What a silly diapered dummy you are! When did being drooly, padded, and humiliated become so natural to you? So unremarkable? Your face will get hot, you'll feel squirmy in your tummy, and it will be so delicious, because it came out of nowhere.

Make it routine.

[littlespace-astronaut]

And once it's made routine for you, you will sometimes forget that it's *not supposed to be*.

You'll lay down in the living room for a diaper after a long day of work, not realizing that Mama's friend's car was in the driveway when you got home and they walk into the living room while you're just lying there, oblivious. Mama's got you halfway changed into your diaper before it registers that her friend *hasn't seen you like this before* and is acting like this is totally normal.

You'll walk up to Mama while she's on the phone and after telling her something you'll realize that your paci was still in and the person on the line heard you lisping adorably around it and you'll have to pray Mama can come up with some excuse for what they just heard.

Your adult friends will come over and you'll be scrambling at the last minute to make sure you didn't leave any baby toys stuck in the couch cushions or a bottle in the drying rack ... again.

"Baby" will eventually become your everyday state and you'll have to work to remember what real adults talk about with each other. You haven't *forgotten*, you just haven't thought about it in a while so the memories are a bit *fuzzy*. Harder to recall. Buried in your memory under an ever growing pile of stuffies, bottles, and diapers.

Slowly slipping further and further into this "new normalcy" and each time you come up for air, finding it a bit harder to find the surface and shift back to your grown-up mindset. And when you do, how beautifully red your face will get as it dawns on you just how long you had stayed under that time.

[secrethyena11]

Even as a big girl, I’m a baby underneath

[webkinz-t0yb0x]

care bear stare 🌈

[gifs-of-puppets]

Bear in the Big Blue House (1997-2006)

[maisouestlechat]

Rebeca Fleur Trick or Treat

[bugsterr]

@bugstersbabyboy did some diapered vacuuming this weekend and the cute!!! aggression!!! I feel!!! when he is laser focused on a task n’ his lil pissy diapy is peekin’ out 😭 I love hiiiiim so much

[sstrange-cloudss]

[secrethyena11]

I elevated my baby setup 🙈

[bunnymedley]

girl too sleepy to realise what shes doing and feel embarrassment when u offer her a binky and she instinctively makes whiny grabby hands for it

[back2pamps]

when you pee pee in your pull-up you have to sit on the potty to think about what you did and try to make more pee pees but nothing comes out… then i get changed back into diapers because i’m not ready for potty training 😫

[kaitlitty]

[mollymason-abdl]

Fresh diaper feels soooo good!

[littlepaddedprincess]

so what’s it going to be today? An all out potty in your pants type day? Or a “fake big girl day?”

i saw this and took piccies n forgot to respond!!

m wearing a diape today!! i was gonna change into a pullup cuz people are coming over... but i think its discreet enough that i might just stay in it...! it was dry in these piccies but now its a little soggy

[johnbee4]

Some babies never grow out of diapers and that’s OK!