like the name says

28 y/o transfemme sex worker, DMs open

[aqwult]

[puppygirlcooties]

Regression Testing

you sign up for the trial because you figure it'll be an easy $400, just take the pill, stay in the observation room for a few hours, and leave.

The pill goes down easy, and tastes sweeter than you'd thought. The room, on the other hand, is a bit stranger. Wall to wall, it's a garishly pink, voluminously soft, massive playroom. Replete with toys for kids of all ages, so long as that age was less than five.

And, just on the edge of your vision as you enter the room, there is what seems to be a costume rack. Numerous childish outfits, overalls, dresses, even onesies, are all lined up on one side of the room. Under that rack, you spy a few open packs of diapers, for some reason. Definitely adult-sized, but the adorable pastel animals adorning them could fool you. Whatever they're testing here, you're starting to wonder if its worth the $400, but well, money's money.

Still, you've got to kill time somehow, and given that you're a little old for stacking blocks, you plop down on a cushion on the floor and pull out your phone. And so you reach for your back pocket only to find it frustratingly empty. Right, you turned it in at the start, something about "mitigating outside influence", science shit.

(to be continued in pt. 2 when im less sleepy)

[emily8350]

cg saying to little “aren’t you glad you wore a diaper?” after they fussed about putting one on but ended up needing it. little nodding and maybe smiling because they really are grateful to have warm squishy padding between their legs instead of cold wet pants.

[emily8350]

I place my own glass of water on the table then slide another towards her.

"What's this?" She points to the glass.

"Your water, drink up." I say nonchalantly and take a long sip from my own glass.

"But..." she glances at the digital oven clock, "bedtime is in like half an hour."

"I know! That's why you need to drink it. This is the next step of nighttime potty training."

"It'll make me pee! That's why we said no drinking an hour before bed!" She gesticulates grandly and sticks her arms out.

"Sweetie, the hour rule is like training wheels. Real grownups who don't wet the bed should be able to drink as much as they want at any time before bed without any problems. Trust me on this."

She doesn't need to know this glass will have me waking up at 2 in the morning. At least, unlike her, I wake up to pee.

She eyes the glass and bites her lip. "I don't know...I don't want to ruin my progress. I haven't had a full night time accident in a week!"

"Exactly, that's why it's time to start holding you to grown up standards. Now, drink. Then we'll brush teeth." I say with my Mommy knows best voice.

She resigns, and picks up the glass. A little dribble escapes and runs down her chin.

"There you go, just a little more, that's it!" I flash a big smile at her, hoping some positive reinforcement will get her more on my side.

After we brush our teeth and she's gone potty for the last time I guide her towards the bedroom with my hand on the small of her back.

She still is not sold. "And, what if I pee in the bed?"

"You have a pull-up on, baby." I pull back the covers and reach for my bedside lamp.

"Yeah, but that was a big glass..."

"Well, if you really are ready to be dry all night then your body will wake you up, or you will hold it all night long."

"And if I'm not ready?" She climbs into the bed next to me.

"Then you aren't. Some people just don't learn how to stay dry at night. If you can't handle a glass of water before bed then we should probably just go back to diapers. It's not a bad thing, just what's right for you. Aw, don't look so beat up, sweetheart. I know you've worked hard the last few weeks. It's just not worth if it you can't do it all the way." I shrug and open up the Magic Treehouse book I'm reading to her this week.

By the time I tuck the bookmark in next to an illustration of Jack and Annie wandering a prehistoric landscape she's squirming next to me.

"Everything ok?" I feign concern.

"Can I go potty one last time before bed?" Her eyes are wide and pleading.

"I'm afraid not. Grown-ups can hold it all night long."

"But we aren't sleeping yet! Please, you go potty before bed all the time!"

"Shhh, I don't want to hear excuses. It's bedtime. Goodnight, I love you," I kiss her forehead and pull the covers up, "Remember sweetie, not everyone is ready to be dry all night, and that's just fine.

[emily8350]

little using their diaper mid make out session with cg…

lips locked, adrenaline rushing, completely oblivious to their potty signals until they feel warmth spreading and being sucked away from their skin

or maybe they really do know they need to go but don’t want to ruin the moment. they’ll be ok, they can hold it, just one more minute, this feels so good…all is well until cg catches them off guard with a nibble of their ear or grab of their crotch. they gasp and all off a sudden the floodgates open, or they unclench and a mound forms in the back of their padding

panting in between kisses, grinding their hips into cg’s lap, wet diaper stifling any real sensation for the little. cg on the other hand is getting a crotch full of warmth and weight and loving every minute of it.

maybe they’ll initiate more make out sessions right before changing time from now on…

[puppygirlcooties]

your girlfriend orders off the kids menu for you. at first, it seems like a joke. and even when your yummy chicken nuggies come out, you're willing to play along. but as you eat one after another, well...

when she dabs some sauce off your cheek with a napkin, it's a little cute. you're vaguely aware of your clothes feeling softer than usual, but you don't focus on that, you're on a date after all! when the food feels farther and farther away from you, it's only natural that your mommy gets you a high chair, and... mommy?

Right, Mommy's the one who took you to the big girl restaurant for your birthday! You're um... some number of years old, even if you can't puzzle it out on your fingers. And as you feel a grumble in your tummy, you almost think about excusing yourself to the bathroom, before you remember you're wearing it, silly!

[diapereddoe]

You should put some panties on over your diaper and show us that you're at least trying to be a big girl

[readtheroo-m]

Well since you wore a diaper to bed last night can we please have a diaper check?

No thank you, I quite like keeping my account on here, and pics tend to pipeline to termination for me.

I have pics up on fet, if anyone’s new and interested in seeing the roo behind Roo’s rambles. It’s @batarangaroo

Here’s a lil word picture, though:

I drank a bunch of water before bed. Because I was dehydrated yesterday, but also because my body never really came back from the bedwetting instinct it learned when padded from untraining last year.

Even before I went to sleep, I felt my padding getting warmer and firm between my legs, swelling almost as a surprise. I never felt the urge to go before my accidents started coming out.

When I finally drifted off, my diaper was already soaked. It was puffy under my butt as I squirmed, trying to get comfortable. I wore the Kiddo nighttime premiums, the plastic-backed ones, and they are sooooo fluffy and cozy, and I’ve never leaked in them ever!

When I woke up, the first thing I felt was my diaper and a funny warm trickling sensation… as I swam up toward consciousness, I felt myself needing to let go, and without my say-so, I was flooding my already soggy padding.

[readtheroo-m]

Also I read this ask and at first I went, “who the fuck told you I was diapered last night?!!!!”

And then it took five seconds to find my OWN post saying I was diapered last night. Attention seeking, forgetful doofus. Have a lovely day, folks

[littlepaddedprincess]

diape under jeans that keeps getting poofier n poofier...

[twinkleomorashi]

i somehow kinda pissed myself on accident a little? like im just sitting there talking and feel myself leaking inexplicably and now I’m sitting here with my pajamas a little wet?? It doesn’t show on my shorts (thank god) but huh???

[msthelmasdaycare]

Finding out the areas of knowledge your little girl never filled in during her first run through schooling. Maybe she never fully got world geography or did well in art class or figured out earth science.

Buying her a bunch of age appropriate books in that field, preparing little daily lessons and condescending so sweetly as you sit her down at the table and make her work. Checking her padding as she focuses.

Maybe make some of the assignments purposefully too hard or difficult to understand, or even in a language she doesn’t read.

Force her to stay at the table, grade her work harshly and don’t let her go play until she’s finished. When she’s done, make sure she fees every missed question.

“Awe honeybee you missed Luxembourg, I thought you wanted to do well, maybe you aren’t ready for this kind of work yet…”

Spanking her for each wrong answer until she says the correct one afterwards 😊

[lovelylambmeat]

yes transfem supremacy in the sense that I want her to use me as her personal sleeve and fuck me into the mattress

but also transfem supremacy in the sense that I still want her when she learns she doesn't have to comptop anymore. that I help her explore new ways to get off now that hrt makes her struggle to stay hard. that I learn all the ways I can help her feel good and watch her eyes roll back as her body melts into soup in my arms.

You all mean transfem supremacy like that too, right???

[mommygwenbabybruce]

Nothing to see here 🤗

[superior-mother]

Seeing a hot girl with genuinely interesting and intense fetishes be constantly pestered by men who see penetrative sex in various situations and manners as the pinnacle of kink will always be such a pity. Like leave that poor girl alone she's destined to be with someone who will fundamentally alter her mind and state of being in ways most men could never dream of...

[mommy-cazzandra]

Oh honey, no, it’s not noticeable. Mommy promises that your squishy full diapey is perfectly safe.

Mommy would *never* lie about that. So let’s keep moving! Hold my hand!

Oh, all the kind folks looking your way… they are just admiring your incredibly cute little galaxy blouse and shorts!

[mads-the-dog]

A sharp tug.

Knuckles brush against my lower back.

Pain, dragging me up and into my tip toes.

"And what do we have here?"

Your cool, sharp tone sends shivers down my spine.

"Who told you that you were allowed to wear big kid undies?"

I whimper, a deep blush blossoming on my face as you tug harder on the waistband of my cotton undies.

"I... uh... I..."

I stutter out, grasping for an answer that's not there.

I jump, as much as I can already standing on my tiptoes, when I feel a hard swat fall on my backside.

I immediately regret the action, my movement only serving to wedge my underwear deeper between my cheeks.

"That wasn't an answer," you bark, punctuating your smack, "I asked you: Who said you were allowed to wear big kid undies today?"

You tug up hard on the waistband of my undies, torturing me further for my failure to comply with your demands promptly.

"I... I did," I manage to sputter out between groans and whimpers.

Heat grows in my lower abdomen as I can feel disapproval radiating off of you behind me.

My blush deepens.

Why does your manhandling and bullying turn me on so much?

"Oh?" You growl, weakening your grip on my undergarments and allowing me to gather myself for a moment, "You decided, did you? I didn't think that was a choice you were allowed to make."

You release me completely, allowing me to reach for my backside to pick my cotton undies out of my cheeks as I spin to face you.

I immediately regret turning when you place your hands on my chest, shoving me to the ground before I know what's going on.

Once I'm on the floor, spread-legged, you press a foot to my crotch, pinning me in place.

The physical contact causes a wave of pleasure to radiate through me. I let out a small, pathetic moan, revealing my aroused state and causing a smirk to blossom on your face.

"You know?" You purr, putting more pressure between my legs, "Now that I think about it, you definitely are not allowed to choose what sort of undies you wear."

I whimper again as you increase the pressure on my groin further, turning the sensation from pleasure to pain.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that," you chirp merrily as I squirm under your weight, "Now, show me what a good little baby you are and wet yourself for me, or your punishment is going to be worse."

A low, guttural whine escapes my throat as I feel my blush spread to my whole body.

I'm completely under your control, and we both know it.

It only takes a moment until warm, hot piss fills and overflows the seemingly mature underwear I put on this morning.

Your laugh is confident, powerful, and demeaning.

"Such a pathetic little thing, aren't you?" You say through guffaws, "And you thought you could decide if you wore underwear or not?"

I whimper as a puddle begins to form under my ass.

"Good thing I packed your diaper bag today, isn't it?" You ask rhetorically, removing your foot from my nethers and fully exposing my shame.

"Now, you stay right there, while I go get you a big, thick diaper, so that adorable little tush can get back exactly to where it belongs."

[mommy-cazzandra]

A quick one for my first post.

“Mommy” you groan, a protest. “Mommy I really need to go”

I take my eyes off the stain I’m scrubbing in the sink, look down your direction, your legs crossed so tightly and face pained.

“Honey, I’m finishing this last dish. The very last one. And then I can run you to the potty!”

I go back to cleaning. Over the water running “I know we are so good at training! You are so good at telling me when you are ready.”

Today is your first full day without a pullup. You’ve had your accidents here and there but fewer and farther. And a pullup just in case! But today, this morning, you bravely said “I can wear big girl undies” and I of course believe you and admire your tenacity.

“Mommmmmmmmy!” You are still attached at my hip.

“Hmm? Alright, alright, I’m alllll done, hand me that towel.” I point.

You don’t move.

“Dear, please…” I turn my head again to you. Your face pale, your hands squeezing the sides of your jeans.

A dark stream running along the inside of the legs.

Oh dear… I think. Then “oh dear…”

I kneel in front of you, you recoil unsure what to expect. I wrap my hands around and pull you in, a big warm embrace… well, I feel your damp cold pants push against my thighs…

“It’s ok. You were so so brave to trust yourself. I know you still need me to go with you… but”

The “but” rings in your head a moment. You wouldn’t have made it to the potty when you told me.

“But, I only looked away a moment. It’s ok, it’s all new feelings.

I’m not upset honey. Not at all! This is part of the journey! But.”

That “but” again. You close your eyes, still in my embrace.

I pull back, rest my hands on your arms.

“But, I think you need to wear your pull-ups again. Just for the week and we can revisit.”

You look down, dejected, flustered, sad, little.

I give you one more big big squeeze “I love you my little sugar plum. Mom loves you so much.”

Let’s go clean you up.”