Yay me!

🍓 Ichigomi || Early 30s, ♀ || NSFW || 🔞 MDNI! 🍓 I'm an ABDL switch leaning domme/caregiver.

[yaymeichigomi]

I haven’t been around much… and will probably go on an indefinite hiatus. More below the cut.

CW: mental health, grief, depression.

Truth be told, I haven’t been doing too great for the last three months. In fact, this is the absolute lowest I've felt in a while.

I’ve suffered from mild anxiety for most of my adult life, on and off. When things seemed to have begun looking up for me a couple of years ago, grief struck. The magnitude of the loss my family and I sustained turned me into a deeply depressed wreck of a human being.

So… anxiety skyrocketed and was joined by grief-induced depression. Yay. Fuck me.

But life keeps going, right? With this mindset, I tried to turn things around for me this year, both in general and kink-wise. Inspired to give Tumblr another shot (yeah, this is not my first rodeo), I set things up and got comfy in my tiny corner of the Internet.

Or so I thought.

Unfortunately, what I’d hoped would become a safe place for me to connect with like-minded people quickly turned into yet another source of stress. Feelings of being a nuisance when interacting with others, inadequacy, and self-consciousness permeated my experience to the point of making me virtually unable to enjoy being here anymore. Of course, this is just one part of the story, and much more is going on behind the scenes (work, school, health stuff). Still, it seems most relevant to mention, given how it pertains to my (lack of) activity here.

So yeah, as far as my blog goes, I am throwing in the towel, at least temporarily. At this moment, the anxiety and depression are far too intense for me to deal with any extra stressors. I'm just so damn exhausted with everything, especially feeling like a damn failure who can't even handle something as trivial as a silly website.

To however few people I’ve talked to, thank you – not only for your time, but also for making me feel welcome and far less lonely. I’m sorry I can’t reply to all of you individually; I’m just in a really shitty place right now.

[bugsterr]

Tomorrow marks one entire year of knowing this sweet little angel.

Around this time last year I had fully made peace with the fact that I'd never find anybody I'd be able to share this side of me with. This kink, like it is for many others, is so sacred to me. It's fun, it's silly but it's also incredibly healing. Being by myself forever was fine because at least I'd be able to keep this part of me safe...hidden away from any sort of judgement.

And theeeeeen...I got a message from this lil' guy. He was sweet, he was curious, he was gentle, he was affirming and we have talked all day, every day since.

I have never, in my entire life, felt a connection to anybody like I do with him - inside and, most importantly, outside of kink. It's like we share a brain. He has brought sides of me out that I didn't even know existed. He has created a space that is so safe, so encouraging...nothing is off the table. He communicates, even when it's hard. He listens, even when it's hard. He lets me know how he feels as soon as he feels it - good feelings and bad.

There is nothing he wouldn't do for me. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him.

I have something I never thought was in the cards for me. Ever.

Thank you for loving me loudly, @bugstersbabyboy.

I cannot wait to spend the rest of our lives loving you & watching you waddle around in a diaper ♥️

[cuddlesandcontrol]

Lil' boy and I have this sweet Friday routine that instantly melts away any stressors from the week. He comes home and I lead him to the bedroom. He'll take his pants off (he leaves his undies on bcos it's mommy's job to take those off :)) and I'll go and get a nice thick diaper and a onesie. He'll lay on the bed and wait patiently, with his hands sitting politely on his chest just like they are in the photo above.

Since he's always such a good boy, I'll get his undies off and usually playtime comes after but I just get him worked up :) "Mommy's missed your lil' thingy!" I'll say, "I'm just saying hi and then we'll get you in your diapy n' jammies." Usually he'll whine but he always follows it with an "okay mommy".

Sometimes if he's had a rough week I'll give him some special medicine - it helps make him feel calm n' fuzzy n' extra clingy....which is my most favorite part!

We'll order sushi n' snuggle up on the couch where we'll stay until bedtime. It allows us to put ourselves in this sweet lil' bubble that's just ours. It's safe and it's strong and it's intentional. Routines are important for babies, obv duh, but they're just as important for mommies (and daddies/cgs/etc) too!

Happy Friyay pals!

🐛 ✨

[mommygloww]

Right where he belongs: at mommy's feet, getting all snuggly while he pee himself 🤭

[symfoni-a]

[yaymeichigomi]

One day... 🥹💕

[frank-st-deactivated20210701]

Mommy makes everything all better

[ashanaandyleigh]

Awww so cute

[soluksuret-deactivated20260516]

[troublepocket-deactivated202507]

The Soft Little In-Between.

a manifesto for the regression that doesn't fit.

I am a little—but not for your show.

I am a little because it is the only place I feel I'm finally allowed to need.

I'm finally allowed to be slow, emotional, needy, shy.

Finally seen as someone who needs care and protection and it's ok to need it.

Not dumb. Not messy. Not denied. Just held.

Yes—my regression touches desire.

But not because I want to be humiliated.

But because letting go in front of someone, is the deepest surrender I know, and that's emotionally charged.

My kink isn't humiliation. Is care.

I want to be gently taken care of.

Not used.

Not punished.

Not made to feel like I exist to be broken down.

My littleness is emotional.

It’s lonely sometimes. I feel alienated most of the time with it.

I don’t feel like i belong to ABDL.

I most certainly don't belong to agere.

I belong to a middle space, quiet and rare, where regression is rooted in care, not performance.

Where control is not about power—it’s about permission.

It's not looking for someone to be in charge, discipline, restraint, rules, and the thrill of surrendering control to an authority.

I don't want the power to be taken away from me... but to have permission to lay it down.

I don't look forward to say "Yes, sir" while my regression is being controlled - or everything i speak, do or ask for.

I don't want someone to take control. I want them to make it feel safe enough for me to let it go.

Not surrender through obedience. No script, no roles.

Just through relief.

Just me being allowed to feel soft, shy, clingy, and someone kind enough to notice.

It's about returning to a state of vulnerability I never got to safely live in.

It's not about being exposed or exhibition, it's about being protected.

You may see me in diapers, pacis and bottles and craving for a daddy or mommy.

But I am not a character, not just a helpless, drooling version for your pleasure.

I am not playing I'm a baby. Much less to get you or me off.

It turns me on, not because it's "dirty." But because it makes me feel seen in my most deeply, vulnerable hidden space.

And that isn't for everyone to reach out to.

And if I want to be seen, it's because I still crave acceptance.

My regression is still real.

It's not better. It's just different.

It's not focused on roleplay power games, like I thought for years. It resonates more as a trust based surrender. (Yes D/S dynamics function with trust, but I'm not looking for someone who decides who I am. Just someone to hold space for who I already am to come forward safely. Just an emotional response.)

I want to be made small by trust, not force.

That's when I feel Little.

Not because I have to be.

But because I finally can. I can finally be treated this way. It's okay to want to be treated this way.

My arousal doesn’t cancel that. It's just not the goal.

My desire for closeness, for forced safety, for pacis and quiet cradles and warm affirmations... it’s not wrong.

It’s just... mine.

It hurts sometimes. It hurt to be seen wrong for so long.

To be left constantly in the moment I was the most real and open.

To be infantilized and sexualized in ways that never matched what I was feeling.

I didn’t understand why it felt so wrong – only that it did.

Now I understand better: I’m not aroused by shame. I’m moved by safety.

But with all the grief, I still want to be held. I want to believe I'm still worthy of being held and accepted this way.

~ angel.

[daddyempath]

What a lovely way to describe this. I especially like how you described the Trust and Surrender aspects.

When I started my blog many years ago everyone was still using the borrowed kink terms of the power dynamic. It was only years later when I found the term Caregiver that I felt I connected with it better, and what I more often identify with. I don't walk around all day dominating my partner, but I do spend a significant amount of time doing things to make my little happy.

I shared with my little that I believe I have some kind of vulnerability kink, a desire to create an atmosphere of our love and trust, so they can truly be themselves without any worry, without any doubts. They can just exist as they want to and feel at ease, and at peace. In a way, the diapers are simply a prop. A way to feel more naked than naked. I love the vulnerability they create, and the bonding we share when I tend to the diaper.

Thank you for writing this and sharing it with the community. We all have our own needs and wants. And it's okay if someone reads this and doesn't relate. It's important for the people that do relate to it to know that they're not alone. Don't give up hope. Finding love is worth it.

[curiousmxmmy-deactivated2025052]

Shy little boys that blush and get too nervous to ask for cuddles, as if he isn't gonna bury his face in my boobs and whimper right after I say yes. Come here, sweetheart. Did you really think mommy would say no?

[nirmiti]

imagine someone adoring your existence.

[goofybunnysblog]

need her to hold me like this

[haardyaoii]

[cuddlesandcontrol]

I picked my little man up from the airport earlier this week and got him into a pull-up before we left the parking garage. Then we went to lunch and he asked to use the big boy potty all by himself! How brave is he?!

Even though he used the potty, I wasn't expecting to find a dry pull-up when I laid him down to change him into a diaper.

Is my little boy ready for big boy undies? Maybe?

No lol. My lil' forever baby boy was just a lil' dehydrated 🤭

bugster 🐛 ✨

[mademoisellemurder]

Resting

[emily8350]

Standing at the sink, washing dishes, spacing out, you feel like any other adult. You have a job, a credit card, hell, you have dental insurance.

Then, she comes up behind you. First she kisses the back of your neck, which makes your hair stick up a little. Her hands tickle your ribs, then head lower. And lower. She grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes.

Your diapered ass. Your wet diapered ass.

"Hey, how's your diapey doing?"

Your cheeks flush red, and you're sure she can see it spreading to your neck as well. You flip around to face her, backside pressed against the sink.

"D-don't call it that..."

"Call it what?"

"A...diapey."

You aren't feeling particularly little. You just like wearing sometimes for the comfort and convenience.

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because, I'm not little. I'm just wearing a diaper right now,"

"Oh? Is that right?"

"Yes," you assert, hands on your hips, chin pointing up.

"Ok, fine. You may not be little but your diapey is rather wet. Let me change you."

"I can do it myself."

"I know," but she reaches her hand out anyways. You take it and get led to the couch where she pushes your shoulder's down, "here."

She hands you a set of plastic keys on a ring, colorful and textured.

"I don't need that..."

"Shush, you always get so squirmy during changes if you aren't holding something."

You huff, but hold the keys above your face, rubbing your fingers over the bumps and ridges. It feels good. You're not going to put them in your mouth, though.

"Hips,"

You lift, and look down as the old diaper is pulled away and a new one is slid underneath you. Your used one was just plain white, a reliable medical one from your stash. The new diaper is a little gregarious, honestly. Pastel colored baby items and animals pattern it, and the crinkle it produces is far from discrete.

"Not that one..."

"Hm?"

"It's so...babyish," despite your earlier assurance of bigness, her tactics are working. You feel fussier and smaller with each passing second.

"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed."

Liar, you think.

You cover your face with your hands, still holding the keys. They clack and jingle with the movement.

"Aw, good baby playing while I change you. You're so patient, almost done."

"I wasn't play-" you start, but don't bother to finish. What's the use if she's just going to push you even further down?

She fastens the last tape and gives the diaper a smooth down. In a quick series of movements they lift your shirt, exposing your belly, and blow a wet raspberry right above your navel.

"Hey!" you shriek, laughing and squirming. An unexpected squirt of pee escapes you. It catches you off guard, and that's the final straw.

"Mommy..." you sigh, once you're done laughing.

She pulls your arms into a sitting position and tugs you into her lap, sans pants.

"Yes, baby?"

"Hi," you say, bashful.

"Hi! I knew you were in there somewhere."

You nod, and rest your head on her shoulder, fingers creeping towards your mouth.

[paddedlittleparadise]

Daily Ageplay Quote:

“Men are but children of a larger growth.”

-John Dryden, All for Love (Act 4. Sc. 1)

Image credit: paddedpwincess.tumblr.com & biglittleblaze.tumblr.com

[kysluts]

wanna use a pretty boy like a little experiment doll. lay down for me and be a good boy while ‘m testing everything out and seeing what makes you twitch the hardest or moan the loudest, but we gotta keep going no matter how much you cum because ‘m just too determined to figure my pretty boy out, okay? <3