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"Momma, if you were a native American you'd be named 'cuddles-with-stuffies' instead of like...dances with wolves or whatever." -Me, feeling little. And momma said it was cute enough i have to post it now.

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A favor to ask...

If you WONDERFUL people see a favorite post of yours from my old blog, sciencescribbler, would you be so kind as to send it along to me so I can reblog it again? It would be deeply appreciated!

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I look forward to meeting Scribbler again a new guise. Digital reincarnation. Does this mean they'll be a baby again :p

All the best.

If you’re looking for sciencescribbler, he has had his account terminated. Feel free to reach out here, perhaps offer your support and encouragement, as this has been a bit of a blow to both of us.

We have enjoyed tumblr for such a long time! It’s how we met in the first place and it’s a real shame that a blog like his is deemed inappropriate. I know that many of his followers loved his advice and content.

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How long have you been we're diapers

Oh gosh over three years now. Time flys when you are having fun.

It never gets dull though because there are always new experiences and new products to try. The ABDL diaper market is getting bigger and bigger!

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How did you get to be a Bedwetter?

Practice! ...Sort of 😅 I didn't have a particular method or routine, I've just been wearing diapers 24/7 for quite a while now and gradually seen some effects to my continance from wetting habitually.

I don't wet the bed every night. Usually a couple of times a month and some times not even once in a month. I'm certainly far from consistent but when I do wake up wet it's a wonderfully reaffirming feeling.

Thanks for your ask.

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Lovely to see a post from you! I was only wondering how the two of you were doing the other day. Wishing you both all the best :)

I didn't know that people wonder about us ☺️ especailly since we're not the most active couple in the community.

It was lovely to receive your message and I hope you are doing well too, whoever you may be.

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Waking to a dream, I adore our Little moments.

Today I woke up on this lazy Sunday morning in a babyish mood, spurred by the infantileness of my attire. I can feel the familar sodden press of a wet nappy against my groin but I can't feel the dull pressure of a full bladder which had briefly woken me in the night. I realise I must have sleepily used my nappy in the night, or fallen back to sleep and wet myself without even realising it.

I reach to my bedside table and popped my pacifer in my mouth, hugging my big bunny securely under one arm before rolling over to cuddle with Mummy @littlekittengirliepie, nuzzling into her chest.

Mummy rises gently and softly says she's going to get up and have a glass a water. I mummble the word, "Baba" to her.

"Baby? You're a baby." she smiles and strokes my cheek.

"No, Mama. Baba. Bottle." I lisp around the pacifer.

After a few more lingering moments of cuddling, she rises and shuffles to the bathroom. As I lay cuddling bunny I can hear her greet the cat and head downstairs. She returns to bed a little while later, her arm inviting outstretched to rest my head against and I pull myself close to her flank so we we are laying together.

She offers the nipple of the large glass rearz bottle which is not a usual part of morning routine but welcomely accepted to my lips this morning. I suckle warm soy milk obediently and apprechaite Mummy's thoughtful gesture but I don't voice it because big words have flown from my head, as I focus my simple attention on drawing from the bottle which Mummy occasionally adjusts or gently teases from my lips to rest it for a moment and relief the hissing noise the bottle can make after being suckled too hard. My affection is shown rather than told, afterwards, as I cuddle contentedly against her and feel restive with the closeness.

As the day begins to break, Mummy declares it's time for her to shower and I am invited to snooze. Before she climbs out of the sheets again I tell her in a small voice that my nappy is wet. Her palm pressing between my legs confirms this for her. "Very wet nappy." she reaffirms before suggesting we take a trip to changing table before she showers.

I sleepily creep from the bedroom to the nursery with my pacifer still in my mouth and bunny in my hands for comfort. My wet nappy sags under my nightie but that's okay because I'll be in a fresh nappy soon. I wee a little more whilst laying on the changing matt as Mummy opens a package of Barnyards and sets one on my chest. It's a nappy we havn't tried before and she's keen to see me wearing the cute designs.

Freshly changed, I'm allowed to go back to bed and snooze. My new nappy is a little wet again by the time Mummy is finished showering. My lovely supprise bottle of milk must have already filled my bladder. I proudly announce to Mummy that I've been a good girl and used my nappy, garnering welcome attention and nappy pats.

We then both get dressed for a normal grown up day spent with friends. I'll continue to be Mummy's baby throughout, surreptitiously using my nappy until we come again, our shared reminder of our special relationship. And then, once we're home again, maybe all the big clothes will be stripped off and I'll be laying on the table for my nappy change. Infantile, cute and Mummy's.

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Very accurate… @regressionrevolution

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@littlekittengirliepie we should get more colours of plastic pants for variety don't need any more plastic pants because I'm pretty sure I'll grow out of bedwetting soon!

Plastic Pants

My poor little baby has become such a little bedwetter for her mumma, that for more than a few nights over the last couple of months her nappies have leaked in her sleep.

Despite already having a protector under our sheets for these moments… Mummy now has the rule that baby has to wear her cute little pink plastic pants to bed every night.

Cant deny this mumma adores the extra cute babyish print and crinkles between babies little leggies 🍼

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Having an accident at work would be mortifying!

When your little girl asks to go potty at work but mumma wants to tease and see her nappy first I think baby thought I had other intentions..

Baby is so tiny she can’t even spell properly 😉 I just adore seeing her nappy under her adult clothes 😍🥰

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Together

Day zero

He sat in the Uber, excitement pooling in his belly. He was finally on his way. In a little over 24 hours he would be in her arms, the flight forgotten and 10 weeks of intense togetherness ahead of him.

The thought had his throat constricting with emotion. It had been two and a half years since they’d seen each other…

She sat on the bed of the hotel room she’d booked in preparation of his early morning arrival. Her tummy fluttered with unspoken nerves. She touched her hair, giggling at the thought of his hands running through it.

The last time she’d seen him was when she had left in an unseemly hurry…her government had closed its borders and she’d had two choices…get on an earlier flight or risk being stranded overseas for who knew how long. They hadn’t had time to say goodbye and tears blurred her last memory of him.

Laughing at her attempts at sleep that night, she took herself downstairs to the lobby. She needed to be anywhere but in her head.

He looked out of the plane’s tiny window as the clouds gave way to a sparkling view of foreign lights. He could see the city in the distance, highlighted against the breaking dawn. His nerves jangled but he couldn’t stop smiling. He was going to see her, hold her, finally. He couldn’t wait.

Eyes glued to the doors, she kept trying to look beyond them every time they opened. Customs was such a pain, the waiting making her increasingly nervous. Still, her smile was unrelenting.

There! Right in front of her was her baby, her man, her partner in life. Tears fell from their eyes and they ran towards each other, their surroundings fading into obscurity. Then he was in her arms, sobbing, holding her tight.

Warm skin, dazzling smile and a laugh that sent shivers straight to her groin had her moaning into his embrace.

“Hi…” they said in unison and then laughed together. Unaware of the amused looks they were getting from onlookers, they held hands and walked out of the airport…

@sciencescribbler and so our journey begins…

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Thumb sucking..

When my baby sucks her thumb I instantly get butterflies 🦋 ..there is something so submissive and vulnerable about her all snuggled against my boobs. It usually ends with someone grinding her soggy nappy on mummas leg. Sometimes she will take her thumb out and start suckling… cue all the mummy feels and me melting completely. I have the best little princess in the world 🌎💕.

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@giggle-byte & @sciencescribbler have a genuinely lovely dynamic. If you want wholesome md/lb / switch content, look no further.

Any other blogs or posts you can recommend that are similar to yours?

Hey there, anon! Thanks for the ask! And thank you for the compliment!

By mine, I’m going to assume that you follow my adorable baby, @sciencescribbler but there are a couple of others that I can recommend.

@littlekittengirliepie and @regressionrevolution are adorable and deserve a look 👀

@mommyandbbboy are a couple that have incredible content 💕

Might I suggest that you look at some of your favourite posts on my blog and check out the people who have liked or followed them. It’s a great way of following or finding like minded peeps imo :)

Have an awesome day!!

Hugs 🤗

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Mummy @littlekittengirliepie has to keep a well stocked changing table for her little soaker 😅 there are 4 drawers under the changing table full of various diapers! We can't pretend their isn't a baby in the house!

These ABU nappies are our current favourites but they get saved for occasions because they are pricey. The prints are adorable and very babyish. Perfect for Littlespace play sessions.

I love it when babies nappy drawers are full of cute options for mummy to pick from 💕 all under her changing table too!

They look even cuter on and soggy…🥰😉 @regressionrevolution

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Happy Easter

Easter is a time for celebration. For young 20-something Hester that meant going out with her friends for a wild night of reckless carefree partying since no one would have work or college to get up for in the morning.

The play bunny outfit had seemed like a brullent idea. Bunny ears at Easter time, it was sure to get a laugh, although the outfit was harder to finalise than she had anticipated. It came down to a question of commitment. At first she had been willing to wear bunny wears and dress. Then she swaped out for a shorter more hugging dress but it still wasn’t the right ‘look’. She just looked like a girl wearing bunny ears. What was it that made the playboy girls so eye catching? They were lingerie models. It was the most daring and exposing thing she had ever done in public but she steeling herself with the knowledge it was a 'costume’, after all Wondermen essentially thought crime in a leotard. After getting her first 'up and down’ look from a grinning taxi man arrived to deliver her to the venue, she felt empowered by her bold choice and text her friends to let them know they’d soon get to see the outfit she’d been working on secretively.

Needless to say the next day was effectively written off with a horrendous hang over. She tried to sleep through most of it but while she lay in bed she frequently checked her social media feed which was ablaze with pictures and comments from the night.

The next day she had drive round to her Mom’s, it was a family tradition to get together and have a roast.

“Hi Mom. Hey am I early? We’re is uncle Stevie and his kids?“ she asked. Uncle Stevie lived just down the road and Mom was always babysitting his kids so it was surpprising they weren’t already here painting eggs.

Hester’s mother looked up from the breakfast counter with a troubled expression.

"No one is coming this year. I cancelled. Its just gonna be us this year.”

“Oh. That’s too bad. How come? ” Hester anxiously rubbed her arm. She could sense a subtle hostility, her mother was annoyed at something.

“Hester we need to have a talk. Let’s go sit in the living room. I’ll make some tea.”

Hester’s mind was reeling as she sat at one end of the sofa. She could hear the kettle froth and the tinkle of her mother stirring tea cups. She dreading hearing some bad family news but she thought it was stranger that her Mom hadn’t called her straight away.

It wasn’t too long before her mother returned with a tray and sat down beside her.

“Is everything okay Mom?“

"Not really hun.” her mother paused, exhaled and drowned. “Hester were you at a party on Friday night?“

"Yeah, all my friends went. Why?“

Her mother had taken her phone out and was peering down the end of her nose through her glasses as she scrolled and found what she was looking for. She passed the phone to Hester. It was the online version of the local paper. There was photo of Hester from the party. She hadn’t been named but she knew local people would recognise her. Hester felt her a lump rise in her throat as she read the defamatory comments in the article about how today’s youth were 'bad eggs’. The pun was bad but the rest of the visceral language effectively labeled her as a slut. It was really upsetting, all she had wanted was to have some fun, she hadn’t even gone home with a guy that night.

"Mom, I can explain.”

“No. Just drink your tea sweetie. I want to say something first.”

Hester’s mother rubbed her back but the lecture she rattled off was hard to stomach and Hester found herself in tears.

“Mum I’m sorry I disappointed you but its not like that…” she sobbed but her mother wouldn’t listen, she continued to berate her.

“… I love you and I know you’re a good girl at heart. Which is why i’ve decided you need a second chance. We both need a second chance. I’m going to be a good mother a re-raise you from the start.”

“Mom what does that mean?“ Hester asked but she noticed her words were slurred and she felt sluggish. "Mom, I don’t feel good.”

“Shhh sweetie. Just close your eyes. Why don’t you take a nap?“

By the time heavy eyelids opened again her mother had already carried her up to the spare room, now an adult sized nursery.

Hester didn’t need to repeat her earlier question about what her mother had meant. It was now obvious. As she flex her exhausted legs she heard a crinkle from the thick disposable diaper she’d been put in. She tried to protest but the blub of a huge pacifier sealed the words in her mouth. She couldn’t seem to think straight and simply spit it out.

Her mother smiled pitifully at the confused expression on her daughters face.

"I know this is confusing for you. How about we get you out of these adult clothes and into some of your cute new baby clothes. That’ll help you adjust to your new age sweetheart.”

A year of drugged regression passed.

To the outside world it seemed like Hester had had some kind of mental break down. There had even been a follow up in the local paper after she spotted at the supermarket being wheeled on a pushchair by her mother. Her close family knew the truth of course and so sometimes she received small kindness in acknowledgement that she was still an adult. Uncle Stevie for example would usher his kids and himself out of the room if Hester’s Mother decided to change her on the floor rather than up in the nursery. Her aunties however would usually just keep gossiping and talking over her even as she lay naked in front of them, limply kicking her legs.

Hester’s adult mind came in and out of what she thought of the 'fog’ the chemical concoction which made it hard to think straight and rendered her effectively incontinent.

Around Easter time, Uncle Stevie had come around with a present for her, a larges stuffed bunny to mark the season since she didn’t have the dexterity to sit patiently and paint eggs with her 'older’ cousins.

The easter period had stirred something of a rebellion in baby Hester. Over the course of the year she had gradually seemed to become more accepting and happy in her role as an adult baby, even when her adult thoughts surfaced, she deluded herself that she should continue to be a good girl and act like a baby for her Mommy. However with Easter came a clearer memory of what her Mother had done to her and a stronger sense of what she had lost.

Her mother had noticed her daughter sulked more, laughed less and refused her babas. She devised a solution.

On Easter Sunday Hester woke feeling particularly clear headed. She recalled that for whatever reason her mother had forgotten to feed her with her usual nightime bottle.

Her mother appeared shortly, lowering the crib bars and popping a couple of the snaps at the crotch of her onsie to feel the wetness of her soaked night time diaper.

“You look bright eyed today Baby…” she got to work setting out changing supplies. “Can you understand what Mommy is saying?”

Hester nodded behind the pacifier she rhythmically sucked on, whilst her mother wiped clean her mound and bare bottom with a cool wet wipe.

“Good… Do you remember what we talked about at Easter last year?“

Resentment burned behind Hester’s brown eyes. She remembered, that like now, it had been a onsided conversation. She nodded cautiously.

"Good.” her mother looked wistful maybe even reproachful but busied herself folding Hester’s clean nappy over her midrift and smoothing the strong adhesive tabs against her abdomin.

“You’ve been a good little girl. Mommy’s thinking maybe you are ready to be a good big girl again?”

Hester nodded vigeriously and moaned wordlessly behind her pacifier. Her mother smiled.

“First a little game to check that your not too far gone as my little baby girl to come back to being an adult again.”

Hester gulped.

The game was simple. All she had to do was find all the Easter eggs her mother had hidden in the room. Her mother even helped her out by reaching down any eggs from places Hester pointed at buy couldn’t reach because she wasn’t able to stand for very long without assistance.

“Hewy!“ Hester lisped as her mother cheekily ate one of her eggs in front of her.

"Don’t worry baby. It still counts as one you found. I think that must be all of them now. Why don’t you count them up for me?“

Hester’s mother changed the adult babys top, which had been drooled down the front, and left her to count eggs while she took the laundry basket down to the washing machine.

Hester frowned in concentration

'One. Two. Um?’

Her mind was clearer than it had been year but she was struggling to recount her numbers. Then she had a brillent idea. If she ate some of the eggs, there would be less to count.

When Hester’s mother returned after making a descreet trip to the bathroom. She found Hester has eaten only three of the laxative chocolate eggs but she seem could smeel the lumpy mess the adult baby had excreted into her diaper. The poor girl was in tears.

"Aww. I’m sorry little one, it looks like I was wrong about you being ready to be an adult again. Oh well, we can try again next year.”

Easter is a time of celebration. For two-year-olds like Hester that means being dressed in an adorable Easter dress and being fussed over by all the realitives at the Sunday roast.

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I hope you all enjoyed my caption and have a great Easter break!

Please reblog.

I’ll try to do more of these long muti-picture captions but they are likely to appear around holidays or on patreon because they much longer than usual to plan, gather images and to write.

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Mummy can send little reminders too ;) @regressionrevolution I love you babygirl

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Lil bit soggy this morning glad daddy is working from home 🙈💕 @regressionrevolution not that he was dry either….