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Trans baby girl in her 20's Abdl/Mommy Kink/Hypno 18+ Only

[daisybunz]

trading all my dignity and grown up privileges because I decided going potty in my pants was more important

[diapydemon]

Mommy who starts to full on baby you all the time and when you ask for a break…

She treats you like toddler who wants to grow up too fast and assures you that adulting isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be while changing you into a fresh diapie

[str4wberriebr4t]

[sophiexlittle]

Diaper Dream Girl ✨

See the full video on my Justfor.fans.com -> SophiexxLittle 😍

[emily8350]

The idea of diapers as punishment and subs resisting them is fun, sure. But I love when littles/subs wholeheartedly love their diapers.

They aren’t embarrassed; they’re perfectly content. They know their lives are better in diapers and don’t object.

Diaper changes might come with some whining, but only if they have to pause whatever they were doing. They’re always pleased to be given a dry diaper and never ask when they’ll be allowed pull-ups or undies.

Any conversations about potty training are met with tears and pleads of, “No, I’m not ready, I don’t want to, I need them, maybe next year.” It’s distressing for them to imagine a day without their diapers.

Teasing them about their diapers has little effect on them. You can call them leaky, or stinky, or a baby and they’ll probably just smile and shrug their shoulders. They might even suggest you give them a try, if you’re so intent on talking about theirs.

They aren’t afraid to admit that their diapers make them feel safe and loved and turned on. They don’t mind that just about all their stimulation happens on the exterior of thick, crinkly padding. It just feels right to them.

[diapersarefashion]

Raya_DL

[notpieceofsoap]

[fedexrojas9173]

''Doesn't know what it's like to receive love''

[virtualgirladvance]

Sweetie are you okay? You rebloged doesn't know what it's like to receive love 14 times today

[tordenvejr]

art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you

[soaked-to-the-skin]

Wearing a diaper while you’re high so there’s even less for you to think about and you can just piss uncontrollably. Reblog if you agree

[ashbabylittle]

Love Letter to Light-Hearted Diaper Humiliation

No shade to any and all other types of dominating but I have a huge affinity for humiliation where it's low stakes, light-hearted and fun :) For example:

"Hey stinker, come over here really quick, let me check you."

"Let's get you changed. No, I'm not mad! If I expected you to be able to hold it you would have a diaper on cutie."

"It's okay if you had an accident, dork - I'm not exactly surprised at this point. Come here, lets see if you need a change"

"You really didn't notice that you peed yourself? Adorable"

"You're lucky I'm around baby, or you'd never know when you'd need to change. Which is often by the way 😇"

"Hey! This is Ash, she's my girlfriend! - just to get it out of the way, she's wearing a diaper right now since she is struggling with her control - no worries, we have it handled!"

*Pats my wet diapered butt* "Whoa kiddo - did you have a couple more accident's since last I checked?"

"Did you try to make it to the potty? Okay well that's all we can ask for! Maybe next time, stinker 🤭"

"Girl.. you wet your training diaper twice yesterday, I wouldn't exactly say we're close to fully trained"

"I'm going to grab more stickers for the bedwetting chart at the store - I'm only going to get raincloud stickers because we still have a plenty of unused sunshine stickers..."

"I hope you don't mind I told them about your diapers since we are going to be staying the night. No, it's fine, they don't care - its not exactly a secret at this point that you're still training."

"I wish you could see your face when I notice that you had an accident - you become such a blushy mess 😍"

"Do you 'think' you had an accident or do you know you had an accident and are too embarrassed to admit it?"

"Uh oh - soggy morning kiddo? That's alright, we'll try again tomorrow - Make sure to put the raincloud on the chart so we can keep track :)"

"I'd totally believe you if you weren't wearing a unicorn onesie with a soaked diaper right now"

"I'm not going to change you yet, dork - I know you're not done having accidents today"

"Come here baby, your waistband is poking out"

"Yeah she is! Come here Ash!" As I walk over, she flips up my skirt to show my used diaper "See? Told you! She needs them since she can't always hold it when she has to go.. as you can see!"

"I'll give you $10 right now if you are dry"

"It honestly makes sense that you're a bedwetter - it fits your vibe :)"

"I haven't seen your bunny stuffie in a while - did you guys break up? 😉"

*Grabs the front of my very wet diaper* "I dunno, does this feel like being a big girl to you?"

*a hissing sound starts coming from my side of the couch* "Wow you really had to go, huh baby?"

"Did you just piss your diaper while sitting in my lap?"

"Next time you feel an accident coming along let me know - I wanna put my hand on it feel you losing control 😈 that is, if you are able to notice when you have to go 🤭"

"Hold still, you are fussier to change than the kids I used to babysit"

"You're being awfully sassy towards the girl who decides if you get changed or not"

"No way girl. Those stripes are gone - wetness indicated!"

"I've never seen someone so happy to lay across my lap - its so cute"

"You're soaked butt is like a little pissy stressball that I can squeeze whenever I want to, because lets face it, you're not dry that often."

"I put your name as DPRGRL for bowling - hope that's chill 😘"

"You'd think after all these accidents, you'd stop getting so embarrassed you little dweeb 😋"

"Well, lets be clear - you're wearing diapers because you can't be trusted to hold it. You're wearing those diapers because they're so cute on you :) hope that clears it up!"

"I honestly just assume you're always a little wet. And I'm usually right lol"

"Yes, but counter point: You're wearing a diaper that you just peed in so."

"Hey cutie, wake up - I think you're dreaming of waterfalls"

"I don't want you to lose all of your control, but it is really cute to watch you fill your pampers so. Either way is good with me baby but it seems like we're headed in that direction ;)"

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom - wanna come and take notes?"

"Yeah no, I asked my friends, none of us have had an accident in the last month so you're on your own there sweetie :)"

"Hey, there's no shame in pissing your pants so often and so much that your girlfriend is compelled to start putting you in diapers and tracking your loss of control until you become a full-time bedwetter and pamper pisser - it's totally normal and reasonable.. totally😐."

"Hey stinker - got enough room in that thing for one more episode?"

"I could hold my breath longer than you can stay dry"

"Oh shut up, you love this."

Etc.

There's probably so much more but I can't think of anything else so.

Here ya go.

[mama-waterlily]

you load sixteen tons, what do you get?

another day older and deeper in debt.

saint peter, don't you call me, cause i can't go

i owe my soul to that trans girl's hole

[little-big-little]

Sixteen tons?

In that trans girl’s hole???

[unpotty-transing]

Well there's an entire town inside her, it has to weigh something.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Severed

Ding

The door to the elevator opened, and you immediately felt a familiar warmth spread between your legs. You shook your head in confusion and dropped to all fours.

It had felt like just moments ago that you had waddled out of the nursery and onto this same elevator. Your diaper, so full and heavy, had been drooping low between your legs, threatening the integrity of the snaps on your onesie.

But, looking down at yourself now, you were in a pair of shortalls and a white and blue striped shirt. And, judging from the relatively thin feeling of the padding between your legs, the accident you had just had was your first in the diaper you were wearing.

All of this would have seemed strange to most people, but to you and the fellow residents of BebeCo's underground nursery, this was your life. From the moment you gained consciousness, laying in the large, mesh sided playpen, this had been all you had known.

Your days were filled with feedings, playtime, nap time, and diaper changes. Despite knowing you were an adult--knowing that when you crawled onto that elevator, your body was returning to a normal adult life--you never were able to form any cohesive memory of what it was like to be treated as anything but an overgrown toddler.

"Welcome back, Baby Ricky!" The sing-song voice of Miss Milkshake, your beautiful, big-breasted nanny rang out as you crawled into the room, "Nanny has missed you, big boy!"

You both shudder and drool at her voice. Both fear and hunger tug at your heart.

Memories of your first weeks, or was it months, in the nursery flash through your head. Spankings, mouth soapings, hours spent in a bouncer in a messy diaper, and more punishments all administered by the attractive devil hovering above you danced through your mind.

Every one of your attempts to escape your life as an overgrown toddler, to fight back against your captors, were thwarted over and over again. That was, they were until one day, it finally happened. They broke you.

Your stomach rumbled as you let your weight fall onto the slightly damp padding of your diaper. You looked up at Ms. Milkshake and raised your arms, an unspoken request for uppies.

You let out a happy gurgle as she picked you up with almost inhuman strength and placed you on her hip.

"Oh, my sweet boy, did you miss me?" Your nanny cooed as she walked you to the large rocking chair in the room.

You didn't respond with words. You never responded with words anymore. Words got you punished.

Instead, you laid your head on Ms. Milkshakes breast and tugged at the collar of her shirt, exposing her ample cleavage.

"Oh, someone is hungry?" The large woman laughed before sitting down and settling you in her lap, "Lucky for you, Nanny is extra full this morning!"

You couldn't help drool running down your chin as Ms. Milkshake exposed her giant breasts. You felt a twinge of pleasure in your diaper as you stared at her luscious mounds, a feeling you've grown to recognize as a sign of your repressed adulthood.

Ignoring your 'no-no parts,' like the good baby they have turned you into, you let Ms. Milkshake press your head into her nipple before beginning to greedily suckle on her tit.

Ms. Milkshake let out a sigh of relief as her milk began to drip down the back of your throat. She then began to gently massage your cheek as you suckled, looking down at you with a familiar, maternal gaze.

Softly, she began to speak.

"Your outie is fully potty trained."

You moan softly into your captors breast as she speaks.

"Your outie was never even a bedwetter."

You close your eyes and try to imagine a life without diapers.

"Your outie graduated from college."

Tears start to roll down your eyes.

"Your outie's favorite food is pizza, and," Ms. Milkshake bends in and whispers conspiratorially, "I'm going to tell you a secret, no one cuts it up for him!"

You close your eyes and start to grunt, as, without conscious thought, you mess yourself.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you continue to drink at Ms. Milkshake's breast and mess yourself.

You come to a sudden realization. This moment, imagining your life as an adult outside of these four walls as you breastfed and messed your diaper, was as close as you ever would come to actually being an adult.

[asleepydoe]

time to mindlessly game for hours and mindlessly fill my diaper like a good girl 💭

JFF | More…

[planetarytransformation]

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation, the goal of which was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-denial that so many of us once learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

[planetarytransformation]

i love this fucking post. just thousands of deeply and profoundly wounded people in the notes recognizing their past and present selves in a picture of self-abnegation, ignorance, and despair. some are weary, some are shocked, some are hopeful; all have tried at some point to make themselves disappear. they failed, and must now work thanklessly to undo a lifetime of shame and starvation in favor of the happiness, abundance, and pleasure which is their birthright.

so many of my siblings, especially those who are awaiting or beginning transition, step into transgender life as fragile, apathetic beings who have spent their lives being coerced, beaten, and tricked into winnowing themselves to nothing, doing the work of the murderers for them, because they have been taught to believe that trans people deserve to live suspended, half-dead lives as punishment for their abhorrence.

they do not. you do not.

if you put your thoughts in the tags or the notes on this post, whether they were hopeful, despairing, reminiscent, or terrified, know that i have read it, and i love you. keep fighting.

[stitchthisfiona]

Today in niche genres of joke that I can never get enough of and will probably still be secretly thinking about four years later

[cleolinda]

[cleolinda]

[lotus0kid]

[lotus0kid]

[pomme-poire-peche]

[lotus0kid]

[sashaforthewin]

[jack-of-no-cows]

[ghirahimbo]

[waterhobbit]

[paci-papa]

Adulting is hard. Like really, really hard. And, you suck at it.

At least, that's what you're telling yourself right now as you squat in front of Papa's friends, grunting as you load your diaper for their entertainment.

Because if adulting wasn't hard, if you were good at it, how else would you justify willingly embarrassing and demeaning yourself for Papa's pleasure?

You smile as Papa walks up to you, leans down, lifts your chin, and gives you a kiss on your paci.

"Whose a good baby? Whose Papa's perfectly little pampers packer? That's right, you are! Yes you are!"

He says in a tone reserved for toddlers and dogs as he tickles you under the chin, causing you to blush, giggle, and fall on your messy, padded behind.

As Papa's friends laugh, and he looks at you with big, loving eyes, you know you made the right choice.

You are infinitely better at babying than adulting, and this is precisely where you should be.