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And that’s a wrap🥲…weekend goes too fassss🥺
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everyone on campus thinks i’m just a regular student struggling to keep up with kant’s word salad but what they don’t see is the sweet little baby underneath that would rather be reading the very hungry caterpillar ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡
diaper from @rearzinc (lil bellas are discontinued 😔)
bow is from target!
book is from daddy kant
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My little sissy baby got a toy plug in her butt plus diaper on lol, bouncing on it for mommy 😊😆🧷
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In case anyone was wondering….
Just wanted to come on here and tell you all I turned (2)4, May 21st. (So hard hiding the tats and I think it’s so silly no one here knows I had any until now). Hope you all love the changes I made to my page because I sure do!
Fill my inbox, I miss being on here and engaging with you all 🩷



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Diaper Training Lv. 2
NURSERY REMIX
Here's a fun sing along 🎶 for all you diapered cuties who've gone baby brained 👶🧠. Enjoy the bright colors and comforting voice encouraging you to be a diaper dummy! 🤤🚼
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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.
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Getting undressed 😊
Littlegirl chose a lovely outfit to go out with daddy. But first she needs to undress. Always such a wonderful sight. 🥰
Get a full peek on JFF!
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I tinkled and uhm pooped last night before bed!!! Super wet now in the morning and messy. Just gotta wait for mommy to change me!!!
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