deer belong in diapers

she/it/& - 30's - Doe - Owned - age in bio or get blocked

[soggydeergirl]

hello world

/ corruption / abdl / bdsm /

/ untagged / no cw / 18+ only / age in bio or get blocked /

about me:

/ doe a deer… venison/deer/doe /

/ she/it/& /

/ queer / t4t lesbian /

/ owned by my mommy /

/ minors/chasers/fundies begone /

[destinedfordiapers]

Everytime We Touch

This caption is for—and features—the relentlessly adorable diaper girl, @blushydollypoppy, who deserves all the attention for being so stinking cute.

You see what’s happening here, don’t you? The needy way she’s gyrating her diaper into her stuffy?

That delightful mix of obedient hesitation and greedy desperation. The way she yearns for the brief moment of bliss when her princess parts rub against her pee-soaked diaper.

A prisoner of pleasure.

Watch how each thrust is carefully tempered. Slow. Far less than what her needy mound craves. Just enough stimulation to want more, but far too little to get off.

The best part is she actually believes her ridiculous display is too subtle and sly for me to notice. Or maybe she’s just too desperate to control herself, consequences be damned.

To be honest, I don’t know which is more adorable.

All I know is the independent, ambitious, and confident woman she used to be is long gone.

The same woman who had guys eating out of her hand after simply smiling at them now reduced to surreptitiously humping her poopy pamper in the middle of the living room.

I should put a stop to it—diaper girls like her are never allowed to choose when they get cummies—but it's far too entertaining to not let it play out.

Plus, I can't help but wonder what she's thinking about right now. Is she imagining herself as a big girl having sex? Or maybe she's been denied so long she now craves her diapers?

I hope it's the big girl one. Ugh, that would make this so deliciously ironic.

I mean, how adorable is it to think she’s imagining herself having sex, like an actual adult, when all she’s actually doing is rubbing herself with four hours of tinkles?

Every stroke becomes bolder as her desperation grows and her brain fogs with desire after every unsatisfying thrust.

Barreling towards the inevitable.

There is nothing quite like watching a formerly strong, sexy woman demoted to this—humping her Build-a-Bear “boyfriend” in nothing but a very soggy, very messy diaper while Blue’s Clues plays in the background.

Nothing can possibly be cuter than her little diaper humpies as Steve teaches Blue how to tell time.

She even put her binkie in her mouth after a particularly adorable moan as if it were her soft moans, not the percussive crinkle symphony her diaper makes with every movement that gives her away.

Oh! It won’t be long now.

Each thrust is greedier than the last. She can no longer focus on anything but lustily rubbing her princess parts on her soft, squishy diaper.

One…two…three carnal, ravenous thrusts in quick succession send her into a frenzy, all attempts at subtlety abandoned.

She’s so close now.

“Having fun, buttercup?”

Her humping immediately stops, though she’s still shaking with the fruitless anticipation of an orgasm that was a heartbeat away.

“I-I-I…”

I didn’t expect a coherent answer, of course. Not when she’s consumed by the orgasm that was so close, but now so far away.

Poor thing must be so frustrated!

And even worse, knowing her unapproved, desperate performance had an audience the entire time. Caught in a ridiculously silly position.

“Awww, I think it’s romantic, little one! You and Sir Cuddles are star-crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet—if Juliet were a poopy pamper princess! I don’t remember Romeo mentioning changing any messy diapers!”

Her cheeks slowly change from pink to red to burgundy.

“Come sit on my lap, princess. We need to have a little chat.”

She whimpers an adorably quiet “k-kay…”

Her diaper squelches as she straddles my leg, wincing as her mess smushes throughout her diaper.

I boop her nose. “Was someone being a naughty girl?”

“I…m’sowwy was v—hnnngh.”

Her eyes are suddenly unfocused, body tense as I bounce her on my leg.

“Come again, princess? I didn’t understand.”

“Mmmmgh...”

“Are you trying to apologize for being a horny widdle diapie girl?”

“M-mhm…”

“And that you know poopy pamper princesses never make cummies without permission?”

I bounce her faster.

“Ngngh…mhmmmm…”

“Can you tell me why, princess?”

“B-because…mmm…m’a ba-baby innn d-diapies…an…mgh…m'a t-toy…d-dolly…n’only ad-d-dults ch-choose wh-when…I…c-cummiessss…”

“That’s right! Your princess parts belong in diapies! You love being a denied cumquat, don’t you?”

“I-I..HNNGH…y-yes!”

“All you need is the touch of your diapies, huh?”

“M-mh-mhmmm…”

“And cummies feel best in poopy diapies!”

“Unnnnnngh!”

“No, no, babygirl, say it.”

By now she’s practically vibrating, unable to open her eyes, lost in pleasure.

“Cum-cummies a—mmmgh…a-are…ah ah ah…poo-poopyyy-ahhhhh!”

She collapses on my shoulder, breathing heavily.

Content.

I wonder if she ever expected to end up like this. Making cummies while bouncing in a poopy diaper, screaming how much she loves it.

Addicted to me. Addicted to her diapers.

The woman she was nothing but a distant memory.

[soggydeergirl]

#halp #this is so blushy #now im all fussy and my tummy feels funny 😵‍💫

[filly-that-belongs-to-mama]

Jesters privilege is when Mommy lets you talk back to her because it was objectively funny

[yellowlikelemons]

Anyone else crave having their teeth brushed? The way you mumble out how you want to do it yourself, but somewhat certian already that Mommy or Daddy won't listen to you. The way you'd feel warm a bolt of shame strike the moment they pat their lap, wait for you to come sit with prepared brush in hand. "I can... do it" you mutter, but your caregiver only needs you to look at their face... there's no way you're getting out of this. "Nonsense, sweetheart." They chirp, donning an unsettlingly calm smile. "I care about your hygiene." The oversize jammies (that were picked out for you today by Caregiver, of course) flutter around your legs as you hesitantly drag your feet, shuffling forwards slowly before plopping down on their lap. "There we go," they coo so soft that that stab of embarrasment shoots up in you again. "Say 'aah."

[soggydeergirl]

#ahhhhh

[ace-trainer-alice]

For the "really wants to be forced into doing things it isn't into because they're super embarrassing and its own fawn response to it is terrifyingly erotic" girlthing, the thing that it's really into and is still really embarrassed by is a kind of glowing weak point.

[soggydeergirl]

#arf

[pretty-kitty-titty-committee]

seeing girls say they started wetting the bed on spiro and I've never been more jealous in my life

[cassadism]

The best thing about puppygirls is that I'm a cat person, and puppygirls are the kind of dog it's okay to kick

[fairiesthesecond]

“Oh wait oh no no no!!” He stands up quickly, scattering the pillows and blanket he had been sitting on.

“You good, bud?” He ignores me as he walks swiftly towards the bathroom. I pause the movie and follow him. “You okay?”

“No!! I peed my pants!!”

“Let me see. Oh no, you soaked them, didn’t you? Sit down on the toilet and see if you need to finish up. I’ll help you get your pants off.”

“I can’t believe that happened.” He keeps saying it as I coax his pants off over his bare feet. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“I knew you were doing it on purpose,” I say quietly, not really meaning to say it out loud.

“No, it wasn’t on purpose! I just was so relaxed and I just kind of…started going…”

“Uh-huh? You just kind of started going?”

“Well, yeah, well, kind of…” He trails off, looking down at the floor.

I help him to his feet and turn on the shower.

“I don’t know why I did that. I’m sorry.”

“You said you just started going because you were relaxed, right? Were you expecting to have a pull-up on?”

“No!!”

“Uh-huh…” I’m helping him take off his shirt now. There’s a bit of a wet spot on the hem.

“Okay, um, fine. I kind of didn’t realize…um…”

“You didn’t realize what?”

“I didn’t know I just had pants on.” I motion for him to step into the shower and he does. “I wasn’t expecting it to soak through my underwear like that but then I felt it and I realized I was peeing my pants…”

“But you didn’t stop?”

“No, I couldn’t…I had to get up, um…”

“You’re meant to be trying to make it even when you have a pull-up on. Do you remember that? Turn around, I need to rinse your bottom.”

“Ummm…I usually always try…” I turn him back around and he meets my gaze before looking away. “Almost always…”

“Uh-huh…Is this why you keep having a wet pull-up in the evening? Because you only almost always try?”

“Ummm…”

“What? Are you getting shy about telling me? Pick up your left foot. I saw it had some pee on it.”

“Okay, maybe sometimes when it’s late and I’m tired it’s a little bit…um…a little bit on purpose.”

“Just a little bit?” I run the soapy washcloth over one foot and then the other while he grips my shoulder.

“Yeah, um, like…I just don’t really think about it and I want to go potty but I just end up…”

“You just go in your pull-up?”

“Yeah…kind of…”

“A ‘kind of’ doesn’t make your pull-up all wet and saggy.”

“No, um…”

I turn the shower off and get him his towel.

“No, I guess not really.”

“But you don’t want to interrupt what we’re doing, huh? Like when we’re watching a movie or you’re in my lap on the couch.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Okay. I thought this was happening. But what did you tell me last time you had a wet pull-up when I was changing you into your bedtime diaper?”

“I said I had an accident.”

“Right. You said you didn’t notice that you had to go. Are you cold? You look like you’re starting to shiver. Let’s go get pajamas on.”

He follows me to the bedroom and I let him pick out his PJs.

I watch him set the PJs neatly on the rug. “I think you forgot something.”

“Oh yeah, my…” He opens the bottom drawer and fishes out his diaper.

“It was really naughty to go pee in your pants,” I tell him, pushing him back onto his changing mat.

“I know, but I said I didn’t realize I was…”

“You said you didn’t realize you didn’t have a pull-up on. You did know you were going.”

He puts his hands over his face. “I swear it’s a different thing! It’s not going on purpose it’s just not trying not to go!”

“Say that again and see if it makes sense.”

“Nooo, Mommy, it’s not…”

I have his diaper all the way on. I take his hands and pull him to his feet. “Help me get your PJs on you.”

“I can do it by myself.”

“Uh-huh? All by yourself? Whose PJ shirt was on backwards last night after he did it by himself?” That shuts him up.

“Diaper feels good, huh?” I ask. He quickly takes his hand away from the front of his diaper and plays his hair instead while I help him into his pajama pants.

He follows me back out of the room. “Can you make sure all the pillows and blankets survived your ‘accident’ without getting wet?”

He gets on his knees and sorts through them. I take the opportunity to smack his bottom.

“Hey!!!!” He looks over his shoulder, frowning.

“Keep picking up your pillows, silly. Any wet spots?”

“No, I think everything is good. Oh. Wait. No. The blanket is all wet in the middle…” He turns around, face burning.

“Okay. What do we do with that.”

“Oh! The washing machine.” He goes to the bathroom to get his pants and I listen to him make his way to the laundry room.

When he comes back I’m sitting on the couch. He has a new blanket draped over his shoulder.

“Can I sit in your lap this time? I don’t want to be by myself on the floor anymore.”

I pull him towards me and make sure he’s comfortable. I find one of his hands and slip mine over it, but his other arm is reaching down in front of him again.

“Are you feeling your diaper again?”

“No!! Stop!”

I kiss the back of his neck and pick up the remote to play the movie again. “What are you thinking about?” I ask softly in his ear.

“Um…kind of, like, um, I’m thinking about…um. Stuff.”

“Come on, dude. Try that again.”

“I’m thinking about peeing myself earlier! Okay? Is that not okay?”

“That’s okay. Do you want Mommy to do that for you?”

He starts to try to say something again but gives up and lets me loop my arm under his and find the same spot on his diaper.

“That feel better?”

“Go slower.” I slow down.

“You’re kind of demanding tonight, huh?”

“I didn’t mean to talk back! I’m sorry.”

“Maybe we need to turn the movie off and go to bed right away.”

“No!! Um…I mean, I don’t want to go to bed yet. Please.”

“Okay. No more telling me what to do. Who tells who what to do?”

“You tell me.” He squirms.

“Right. And I’m going to tell you that you need to get up and go in the potty. Even if you’re relaxed and sleepy.”

“Okay…”

“Unless you want to wear diapers all the time. Even when your friends are over.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? Repeat that back.”

“I’m going to try to be better…unless I want to wear diapers all the time.”

“That’s right.”

“Do I need to decide right now?”

“No, baby. We can wait until tomorrow night and see what happens.”

[fairiesthesecond]

most egregious typos fixed. Everybody say thank you fairies but only if you want. And tell me what you think he should decide to do!! Note that tomorrow he gets underwear for one last try

[noise-misato-boy-destroyer]

crying isn't my safe word, screaming isn't my safe word, begging isn't my safe word, saying it hurts it hurts isn't my safe word, when I want you to stop I'll fucking call red or yellow just ignore all that other shit coming out of my mouth like fucking please tho

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

We meet somewhere public, somewhere neutral as way of formality. It's something we both know should be done before engaging in what was discussed. You notice a tremble in my hands and I assure you it goes away during a scene.

"It's just a consequence from my youth. Don't worry little lamb."

Lamb. It's such an apt name for you, isn't it?

Lambs can be so trusting.

They'll bleat so sweetly for you while you lead them to the butcher's block.

I'll have you on my bed, face down, naked, your wrists and ankles lovingly restrained at each corner.

"Lamb, are you comfortable? Do you need any water before we begin? It's alright if you scream. It's alright if you cry. I'll tell you when you need to hold still." My voice is so sweet, you can hear the smile on my lips. Maybe you'll wonder if I'm capable of the violence I've promised you.

Lamb you let a wolf take you to Its den.

"Do you know what a pinwheel is?" I've found conversation keeps a sub/victim calmer. It keeps them out of their own head, and lets them focus on something tangible. "It's a tool neurologist use. A small steel handle, no longer than my hand from wrist to fingertip, that ends in a spiked wheel. About 20 spikes surround the entire wheel, each one shorter than my pinky nail and honed to a sharp point. "

The bed shifts and you'll feel my weight on top of you. Kneeling with a thigh on either side of your ribs. I give you a playful squeeze with my knees and it makes it a little harder to breath. I giggle and settle my weight till we're both comfortable.

Without warning I'll scruff you. My left hand anchored around your neck, fingertips brushing close to your windpipe on the other side. Your throat fits so perfectly in my grip.

"Easy lamb."

The spikes begin to gently prick down the muscles of your neck. Where your trap branches out across your shoulder blade. I'll follow the clean lines of your form down with delicate slowness. The spikes don't hurt, much, but they do draw your attention to what I'm doing. They make it impossible to do anything but hyper focus on the way they advance and follow the trails of you.

"This is your trapezius. Flex your neck under my hand. Good. Feel how it pulls in this spot at the same time. It's almost like a cape in how it drapes over your back to....here. Struggle. Feel how it tightens under the pins?"

I could spend hours like this. Bodies fascinate me. How they move. How they work. How they fall apart.

"Make a fist now and pull your wrists back. Perfect. These are your deltoids. Pull harder. See? The way they layer with your infraspinatus, teres minor and major is a work of art."

All your focus will be on me. On my voice. On what I'm doing to you. You may never care about the things I say, but for the night I'll make sure you're enraptured with me.

You'll be so focused, you'll notice when I trail off. For a moment my hand will leave your neck. My own attention somewhere else. The sound of a wrapper being opened, a plastic cap coming off.

When my hand wraps back around your neck, I'll give you your warning. "Hold still little lamb. Hold your breath if you must."

There's no shake to my hands when I lower the edge of a scalpel to your flesh.

"This is the shoulder cut. You set the blade here before you follow this line like this." The pinwheel was a warm up. A way to make sure you'd feel every movement of the honed blade across your body. You can feel it glide across the surface of your skin, threatening to cut into something delicate with each pass "You have to be careful not to cut into the rib meat. Each of them have different cooking methods after all."

How long could you last? If you struggle even the slightest bit I may cut you. You be forced to spend the entire time listening to me describe how I would cut you apart, feeling the blade taunt you with every second.

How long before your body gives a twitch and my knife inadvertently nicks you?

How long before you give in like a panicking prey animal?

How long before the tears, before you start to sob? Those deep gasping breaths serving only to push your rib meat into the slow passes of my blade.

"This blade has gotten dull little lamb, let me fetch another."

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

This post was inspired by @spiteyote and its beautiful back. Specifically the post I'll link at the bottom. Please check it out and support all she does!

https://www.tumblr.com/spiteyote/807888193848590336/details?source=share

[ace-trainer-alice]

Anyway. If you want to better understand training, if you want to practice clicker timing, or if you want to play a fun game with erotic undertones, I highly, highly, highly recommend "the training game", which I will now describe here.

Ingredients:

- 0-1 Clicker. Not technically required, but ideal. Will be conditioned to be associated with positive feedback/praise from an audience.

- 2-8 Interested Participants. Ideally 4-6 in my experience. Much more than that and not everyone will be playing, but watching is very fun, too, so if you somehow have a large group, having a smaller group of participants and a larger audience works great.

- 1 Room To Play In. Ideally with stuff in it. Living rooms, bed rooms, office rooms, any kind of room works. Maybe even outside. Though, ideally also with an 'outside the room' that cannot hear what your group is saying inside the room.

- 30-120 Minutes of Time. You can play the training game for as long as you want or as short as you want. The more experienced you are and the more creative you are, the faster it'll go, also. First sessions are frequently quite slow moving.

To Play:

Step 1: One participant is selected to be the "animal", and another participant is selected to be the "trainer" and given the clicker.

Step 2: The animal leaves the room, and while they're not listening, the trainer and everyone else decides on a desired behavior.

Example Behaviors I've Seen or Done Before: "hug the blahaj", "sit exactly still for 30 seconds", "kiss two plushies together", "put a piece of trash in the trash can", "turn off the lights", "kneel in front of me", "twirl and then curtsy", "do a push-up", "throw a specific plush", "touch your nose to the bed", "take off your shirt".

Step 3: The animal is brought back to the room, and everyone (except the animal) is no longer allowed to speak. (laughter, groans, and non-volitional responses are permitted, but please no attempts to communicate by the audience.)

Step 4: The animal and the trainer will then cooperate to have the animal performed the desired behavior. The trainer will give clicks to indicate when the animal has done something correct, and the animal will have to figure out what it's supposed to do from this alone (usually as well as a bit of reading the audience).

Step 5: Once the desired behavior is performed, everyone congratulates the animal, and go back to step 1 and select a new animal, new trainer, and new behavior.

Additional Notes:

A lot of the time it's going to be a good idea to "reset the room" after the first few clicks with each new animal. This'll help that animal not get caught with the first thing it sees. To do this, put back everything it touched or moved around and have it return to the door.

Many of you are gonna be like "I wanna play but I only wanna be the animal" or "I wanna play but I only wanna be the trainer". No! Bad! This is a game about building empathy, about learning. Ideally, everyone should do every role. Maybe you won't equally enjoy every role. Maybe you'll want to talk with your fellow participants about what kinds of behaviors you are or aren't okay with. But please if you're going to play, play as both roles.

In general, talking through what kinds of tasks you're okay doing before starting is a good idea, and I highly recommend the trainer only okaying tasks that they have an idea of how to do.

And, yes, it was very embarrassing taking all my clothes off because my partner wanted me naked as revenge for me winning every single game of strip Danmaku!! but it was worth it because I achieved my task very, very quickly.

[axolotlrealm]

shirt that says "i ❤️ violent mommies"

[princesscrinkle]

tykables? yeah pretty good. when will they make dykables

[destinedfordiapers]

Everytime We Touch

This caption is for—and features—the relentlessly adorable diaper girl, @blushydollypoppy, who deserves all the attention for being so stinking cute.

You see what’s happening here, don’t you? The needy way she’s gyrating her diaper into her stuffy?

That delightful mix of obedient hesitation and greedy desperation. The way she yearns for the brief moment of bliss when her princess parts rub against her pee-soaked diaper.

A prisoner of pleasure.

Watch how each thrust is carefully tempered. Slow. Far less than what her needy mound craves. Just enough stimulation to want more, but far too little to get off.

The best part is she actually believes her ridiculous display is too subtle and sly for me to notice. Or maybe she’s just too desperate to control herself, consequences be damned.

To be honest, I don’t know which is more adorable.

All I know is the independent, ambitious, and confident woman she used to be is long gone.

The same woman who had guys eating out of her hand after simply smiling at them now reduced to surreptitiously humping her poopy pamper in the middle of the living room.

I should put a stop to it—diaper girls like her are never allowed to choose when they get cummies—but it's far too entertaining to not let it play out.

Plus, I can't help but wonder what she's thinking about right now. Is she imagining herself as a big girl having sex? Or maybe she's been denied so long she now craves her diapers?

I hope it's the big girl one. Ugh, that would make this so deliciously ironic.

I mean, how adorable is it to think she’s imagining herself having sex, like an actual adult, when all she’s actually doing is rubbing herself with four hours of tinkles?

Every stroke becomes bolder as her desperation grows and her brain fogs with desire after every unsatisfying thrust.

Barreling towards the inevitable.

There is nothing quite like watching a formerly strong, sexy woman demoted to this—humping her Build-a-Bear “boyfriend” in nothing but a very soggy, very messy diaper while Blue’s Clues plays in the background.

Nothing can possibly be cuter than her little diaper humpies as Steve teaches Blue how to tell time.

She even put her binkie in her mouth after a particularly adorable moan as if it were her soft moans, not the percussive crinkle symphony her diaper makes with every movement that gives her away.

Oh! It won’t be long now.

Each thrust is greedier than the last. She can no longer focus on anything but lustily rubbing her princess parts on her soft, squishy diaper.

One…two…three carnal, ravenous thrusts in quick succession send her into a frenzy, all attempts at subtlety abandoned.

She’s so close now.

“Having fun, buttercup?”

Her humping immediately stops, though she’s still shaking with the fruitless anticipation of an orgasm that was a heartbeat away.

“I-I-I…”

I didn’t expect a coherent answer, of course. Not when she’s consumed by the orgasm that was so close, but now so far away.

Poor thing must be so frustrated!

And even worse, knowing her unapproved, desperate performance had an audience the entire time. Caught in a ridiculously silly position.

“Awww, I think it’s romantic, little one! You and Sir Cuddles are star-crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet—if Juliet were a poopy pamper princess! I don’t remember Romeo mentioning changing any messy diapers!”

Her cheeks slowly change from pink to red to burgundy.

“Come sit on my lap, princess. We need to have a little chat.”

She whimpers an adorably quiet “k-kay…”

Her diaper squelches as she straddles my leg, wincing as her mess smushes throughout her diaper.

I boop her nose. “Was someone being a naughty girl?”

“I…m’sowwy was v—hnnngh.”

Her eyes are suddenly unfocused, body tense as I bounce her on my leg.

“Come again, princess? I didn’t understand.”

“Mmmmgh...”

“Are you trying to apologize for being a horny widdle diapie girl?”

“M-mhm…”

“And that you know poopy pamper princesses never make cummies without permission?”

I bounce her faster.

“Ngngh…mhmmmm…”

“Can you tell me why, princess?”

“B-because…mmm…m’a ba-baby innn d-diapies…an…mgh…m'a t-toy…d-dolly…n’only ad-d-dults ch-choose wh-when…I…c-cummiessss…”

“That’s right! Your princess parts belong in diapies! You love being a denied cumquat, don’t you?”

“I-I..HNNGH…y-yes!”

“All you need is the touch of your diapies, huh?”

“M-mh-mhmmm…”

“And cummies feel best in poopy diapies!”

“Unnnnnngh!”

“No, no, babygirl, say it.”

By now she’s practically vibrating, unable to open her eyes, lost in pleasure.

“Cum-cummies a—mmmgh…a-are…ah ah ah…poo-poopyyy-ahhhhh!”

She collapses on my shoulder, breathing heavily.

Content.

I wonder if she ever expected to end up like this. Making cummies while bouncing in a poopy diaper, screaming how much she loves it.

Addicted to me. Addicted to her diapers.

The woman she was nothing but a distant memory.

[soggydeergirl]

#halp #this is so blushy #now im all fussy and my tummy feels funny 😵‍💫

[dumbdoghorsething]

God forbid a girl’s need to experience some casual t4t4t cnc intox pet play with a bit of mild biting.

[dislusted]

Captivity but cozy style. I want the fluffy pet bed in the covered crate next to your bed, the soft warm onesie, the thick padding, the restraints that are locked, secure, and comfortable. Would it take less time, do you think, to make me accept my place that way? When I realize how eager I am to get to go back to my cage and get comfy? The security i start to feel in there, even though im trapped and ever in your reach? How long til I start feeling grateful for the little ways you show your "care"? How many times would you need to punish me by removing these comforts for a night before Id be oh so compliant?

Its simple animal husbandry, really.

[meltedknives-deactivated2023110]