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Affini vines are made to restrain dumb little flowers like me

You agree. You reblog.

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trans women will see "floret" and instantly hit reblog

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I'm being so incredibly normal and not at all imagining my partner playing with me while he changes me 🫠

I'm imagining him untaping my wet diaper, revealing my throbbing boycunt. "Look at you, your little cock is so hard already and I haven't even touched you! And I know that wetness isn't all just pee, I can see that slick making your pretty pussy so shiny."

I whine, flustered, and cover my face with my hands. "Oh, is puppy embarrassed? Are you embarrassed that you like being put in thick, fluffy diapers?" I nod, continuing to hide behind my fingers. I feel his hands slide down my hips and stomach before reaching my crotch, barely grazing my most sensitive parts before pulling away. A small moan escapes me.

"Do you like that?" he asks, smirking.

"Yes," I breathe softly, slowly uncovering my face to meet his eyes. He smiles at me and places his hand on my inner thigh, thumb resting right over my throbbing clit. I whimper again. He slowly starts tracing circles around my clit with his thumb, never quite touching it, occasionally dipping down to my hole to coat his finger in my slick. After a few minutes of teasing me like this, he changes tactics, this time using his thumb to trace up and down my hard tdick. I can't help but moan from the pleasure and he continues to rub and flick my clit until I'm bucking my hips against his hand. He grasps my hip with his other hand to hold me still, then pinches my dick between his fingers and begins to jerk me off. I'm writhing underneath him, head fuzzy from the pleasure he's giving me, and it's not long before his hands bring me to orgasm, causing my dick to twitch and my cunt to spasm, leaking cum down onto my diaper beneath me.

"Such a good puppy, you look so pretty cumming for me. Do you want a treat?" he asks, unbuttoning his pants. I look down and see the hard outline of his cock straining against the fabric and I nod eagerly, already hungry for more.

He unzips his pants and pulls down his underwear, freeing his hard dick from its cloth prison. He leans forward and kisses me, frotting his dick against mine. We both sigh from the friction and we hump each other for a bit, letting the desperation and desire grow until it's almost unbearable. He slips inside me easily and we both moan from the feeling of my tight walls clamping down on his shaft. The thrusts are slow at first, as if he's trying to hold back, but as we continue to fuck his thrusts get harder and faster and my soft moans get louder and louder until I'm almost yelling.

"That's a good puppy, that's my good little piss pup, you like this don't you?" I whine in response, unable to formulate words. "You were such a good boy today, peeing in your diaper like a good puppy!" I moan again - his words are sending me deeper and deeper into pupspace. I can barely grasp what he's saying, but I understand the words "good boy" and "good puppy". He continues to thrust hard into my dripping boycunt, our bodies making lewd wet noises with each thrust. My moans turn to whines and barks, and at the first bark he smiled widely. "Good boy! Bark for me as much as you want, you're being such a good pup for me!" I buck my hips against his and I can feel an orgasm growing. My barks and whines get higher pitched and my voice cracks hard. "Is puppy gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me?" All I can do is nod my head and whine before burying my face in his shoulder, digging my fingers into his back as an orgasm rips through me. I scream in ecstacy and he strokes my hair, soothing me, helping me ride out my orgasm - but he never stops fucking me. I writhe underneath him, blissed out, feeling another orgasm slowly growing. Suddenly he clenches my hips tightly. "I'm gonna cum inside you," he growls in my ear, "and after I fill you up, I'm putting you right back in a diaper." I gasp, and he starts thrusting faster. My barks mingle with his moans as we both near climax, and soon enough I feel him twitching inside me as he fills me up with his cum. I can't hold back any longer and I cum too, listening to him moan in my ear, feeling him grip my hips hard as we buck frantically against one another, riding out our orgasms together.

He lays on top of me for a bit, panting, before pulling away and kissing me deeply. "Such a good boy," he says to me, patting my head. He slips his cock out of my hole and goes to the closet to pull out a fresh diaper. He walks back to me, smiling, and says "let's get you out of that wet diaper and into something dry, okay puppy?" He tapes me into a new diaper and I sit up, feeling his cum leaking out of me into my diaper. "Such a good boy," he says. "Make sure to keep filling up your diapers and you might just get another treat!”

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need a sicko to tell me in detail how they’d gaslight/force me into wearing pull-ups 💕

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need a sicko to tell me in detail how they’d gaslight/force me into wearing pull-ups 💕

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Religion and Childhood development

Imagine that for the first 20 years of your life, you had never heard of any of the stories or beliefs of the major Western religions. If you encountered these stories for the first time at the age of 20, would you believe them?

The integration of the Abraham religions into a majority of countries in the world is not something that can be overstated. The proliferation and seeming prosperity of Christianity, Judaism, and Islam is so great that anyone would be hard pressed to find a single individual who had never heard the name Jesus, Mohamed, or Moses at some point in their lives and the mere idea of having lived my life to this point without knowing of them seems an incredibly daunting task. This is no small part because of my background, living in a small christian town with more churches then stop signs, and a fair portion of my adolescence was spent either considering these religions or actively opposing them, a position that was rather immature much to my present chagrin.

If my first interaction with these famous stories at age 20, given all else remained the same, I would be extremely unlikely to adopt it as my religion. For practicality, I am a practicing Hellenistic Wicca n and every iteration of the Bible, Torah, and Quran has had very negative views on witchcraft (Exodus 22:18 and Noble Quran 7:117). Common sense would dictate it is easier for a person to convert to a religion similar to the one they currently hold, and extremely difficult to convert to one that exclaims need for their death and details their eternal torture. Furthermore, while the cycles of development for religion in children isn’t truly understood, it seems very apparent that the religion their childhood home followed is significantly correlated with what religion they follow. Not only did I grow up in a non-christian home, but a fiercely agnostic one at that. It was instilled in me to be critical of religion, specifically institutionalized religion, from the beginning of adolescence. 

As children however, we tend to be very trusting of the adults around us. While this does go part of the way to explain the commonality of Sunday schools and bible camps it can also highlight the common experience of children to not fully understand the scope of religion. I distinctly remember being in grade school when I first heard the concept of evolution. When I brought it up with my mother that evening she started telling me about the argument of evolution vs creationism. In my youthful innocence I responded “can’t they just agree that god made the apes and they evolved into humans?”, confused at the seemingly needless conflict. My mother, seemingly not willing to begin a theological lecture about the meaning of the existence of God, simply asked what I wanted for dinner. 

What can be taken away from this? For one, an acknowledgment of the overwhelming influence that adults have on a child’s religious view. In particular, parents play a very large role in this development but moreover the culture that surrounds a child can influence their future development into a religion severely, as will be discussed more in a moment. There is seemingly a sort of cut off point in which religious teaching becomes much less effective outside of personal crisis, and puts some level of moral ambiguity on those attempting to indoctrinate children. 

But what of children who revoke faith, as I had once done? Well this will depend a great deal on the environment that surrounds you. In my personal experience, my parents were very supportive of my choice in the matter and would have supported me whether I became a theist or atheist. The community was much less receptive. The fact that I never attended any of the churches in my township meant that I was one of very few kids who didn’t get that opportunity to socialize outside of school. As you can imagine the trauma that could be caused by a child revoking belief in a fervently christian home could be terrible. Even if the parents are merely upset at the child with no plans to ‘enforce’ their religion on them this could create a gap that would full family feuds for years and years to come. 

Overall, what are the most important takeaways here? While it is most likely impossible to know the exact stages a person’s religious beliefs go through we can still acknowledge a general trend of increasing complexity, as a person goes from a rudimentary understanding of faith through stories to a more specific and philosophical version of faith.