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wowwww this is not a veggie sandwich

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I love these diapers cuz they’re the closest print to baby diapers 🥹

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Peepee in my diapy 🙈💦💦

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Laying on a sofa with a nice goodnite

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She makes me happy beyond what I ever thought possible

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Just an innocent saggy SDK :)

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Those socks went on for days!

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A little day drinking!

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Took a little lazy drive today

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Sneaky sneaky

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POV you check me and find another "accident"... 😖😖😖

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smallest spark

You can feel every humiliating piece of your captivity. The first is the weight on your head, two oversized pink bows, tied high and tight so they bob whenever you move. You can’t see them, but you can feel the constant tug on your scalp each time the ribbons sway. They’re ridiculous, childish, and impossible to ignore. That’s why they’re there, to make sure you never forget how small you’ve been made to look.

The second reminder is on your feet. The thick, fleece booties are dyed the same babyish pink as the bows, but inside, against your bare skin, tiny plastic spikes press into the soles of your feet. They’re not sharp enough to pierce, but every attempt to stand or walk grinds them into your skin, turning even the smallest movement into a punishment. The soft, padded soles give you no balance, and the spikes rob you of any desire to try. You are meant to stay still, and the booties make sure you do.

Then there’s the pacifier. Oversized, bubblegum-pink, the shield flush against your lips, the bulb is inflated inside your mouth until your jaw aches. You couldn’t spit it out even if you tried, it’s locked behind your teeth, pressing your tongue flat, filling your mouth so completely that breathing through your nose becomes the only option. Each shallow breath reminds you of the seal, the absolute silence it forces on you. You can’t plead. You can’t scream. You can only whimper into it, the sound muffled to nothing.

But the straightjacket makes the helplessness complete. The snug, pink cotton sleeves pin your arms tight across your chest, buckled brutally in the back so you can’t move them even an inch. The mitts sewn into the sleeves make it impossible to grip or scratch, your fingers trapped in soft, useless padding. Your shoulders ache from the constant pressure, but no position offers relief. The jacket doesn’t care about your comfort. It exists to deny you the ability to act.

And then… the most degrading reminder of all. The sagging pink diaper between your legs. It’s thick enough to force your knees apart, crinkling loudly with every involuntary shift. The front is warm and swollen, heavy from earlier accidents, while the back sags obscenely low, dragging against your skin with each tiny movement. The weight swings slightly whenever your hips shift, a pendulum of shame.

There’s nothing in your day to break the monotony. No comfort. No hope. No freedom. Except… for one thing. The only change, the only sensation you have left, comes when your bladder gives way. That slow, spreading warmth that blooms in the padding between your legs is the closest thing you have to stimulation. You’ve come to crave it without meaning to, counting the minutes until the next time.

You tell yourself you hate it, that it’s disgusting, but each time it starts you feel your pulse quicken, your breath hitch behind the pacifier. The flood soaks into the waiting bulk of your diaper, adding to its weight, its squish, its cling against your skin. By the time the stream ends, there’s a tiny flicker of happiness deep inside you, the smallest spark of relief in an otherwise empty day.

And you know, without wanting to, that you’re already waiting for the next time.

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snoopy snoopy

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Jordyn Aka Starstruckkink

Check out her tumblr she is incredible!

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Jordyn Aka Starstruckkink

Check out her tumblr she is incredible!

@starstruckkink on Tumblr