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please detail the bladder training I want to try it with my little

My daddy has two methods: hands-free and hands-on

Hands-free:

We've discussed how ridiculously down bad for my partner I am, yes? How handsome and quick and smart and funny and sweet and hot he is? All that wonderfulness has made me... a little fuzzy brained (and weak-bladdered) sometimes. In particular scenarios.

For example, when my daddy's on facetime with me and his camera starts to move up and down a little bit, my brain starts to melt a little bit.

When he pushes his head back against the pillow because he's making himself feel good, something in my bladder kinda pushes too.

When he turns his camera so I can see his hard cock straining against his boxer briefs, or his hand pumping, I black out a little bit with the knowledge that I'm the one turning him on.

When that happens, it feels a little like a mini orgasm for me. My core contracts but something down there stays relaxed.

I can't really control it, but when I see any of those things, everything tightens up, and I end up sitting in a puddle.

When my core contracts and I start to leak, sometimes I hunch over a little bit, like someone would move mid-orgasm. As soon as I can't see him, my daddy brings in phase two, which is his voice.

When he makes sounds like he's feeling good, or he's close to coming, I get all loosey goosey and little, and I can't control myself much at all.

After months of this, my daddy's implanted a kind of trigger in my brain. He can call me when I'm out with friends, leave a voice memo when I'm at work, or be on speaker phone in my car.

A few seconds of him breathing heavily, whimpering, and moaning in pleasure has me wetting my pants (or whatever I'm wearing) uncontrollably.

After a few instances of that (or many, depending on how sadistic and teasing my daddy decides to be), my bladder feels pretty weak. That's hands-free bladder training.

Hands-on:

This method happens in-person (though the other one can too), and anything involving my partner's hands on me is a game changer. It's also something much harder to resist, because he can physically force me to wet myself.

When we were just talking and flirting on Tumblr, before we even met, I told my daddy about an embarrassing thing. I told him that there's a spot inside of me that when I press on it, or massage with my fingers, I can't help but wet myself a little bit. We did some research and discovered it's my bladder I'm pressing on, basically, from inside my vagina.

When we started playing in-person, he really wanted to find that spot and use it to his advantage. A physical button, almost, that forces someone to wet themselves — who wouldn't want to use it? He got a lot of practice.

When my daddy starts touching me down there, I get very overwhelmed and needy very quickly. He has dextrous fingers and when he slips them inside of me, I kind of dissolve into whimpers and "please"-s.

When his fingers find that spot juuuuust inside me, on the front wall, they rub softly at first, teasing, and then hard.

When he feels my body clench up a bit, he slips his finger out from inside of me to lightly, gently tease my urethra. Something about that combination of pressure on my bladder and teasing on the outside makes me absolutely lose control.

My daddy has made me have a full accident on multiple occasions using that method. In my sweatpants after being a brat. With his hand down my diaper to prove me wrong after I claimed to be a big girl who doesn't need to use her diapers. As a blushy way to wake me up in the morning.

If you're doing this, be careful and communicate, because pee, like water, is not lube, and might make the rubbing uncomfortable. Be gentle and keep an eye on how you and your partner are feeling. We don't want anyone getting hurt or uncomfy during fun time blushy play time.

The combination of these methods have definitely sped up the process of my losing control, and they've been a really fun addition into our play. I especially like that my daddy uses the hands-off method from afar as a way to put me in my place and a way to reward me, interchangeably.

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Dear Daddy (and also Tumblr),

Gmorninnnn😊 I'm sleepy, I just woke up.

My daddy told me I was s'posed to post a post today so you all know I'm still being untrained and being a good girl. Most of the time.

We've taken a lighter week of training, but Daddy says next week, he's stepping it up because he wants me nice and leaky for the next time he sees me.

I don't know how much more leaky I could be — this is what I woke up to yesterday:

Today's Sunday, which means it's time for my second week of The Potty Training Challenge! I'm honestly not super confident this time. Last time my daddy had me drink two bottles of water and hold it three hours; I made it an hour and a half. This week, who knows what he could dream up!

Daddy, when you read this, may I please have a change? My nighnight diaper is all full and swollen and warm and saggy. And down there feels all tingly... can you help?

Cuddles n snuggles,

Roo

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Update: when I was with my daddy earlier this month, we did this for real, and he worked and watched me while I came five times in my diaper, on my playmat. After, I finally got to feel his cock inside me as he changed my soaked diaper on his bed.

Someday

You could be working at your desk, and out of the corner of your eye you would be watching me on a playmat in our living room.

I’d be wearing nothing but a tshirt of yours or a babyish onesie, and an incredibly wet, swollen diaper pushing my legs apart. I’d have a stuffie or a blanket shoved between my legs, with my sucky toy in my diaper and my hands locked into helpless little mittens.

And I’d be rocking my hips mindlessly, rhythmically, until I hit a groove and surge forward, accidentally wetting my diaper more. I’d go right back to it, making tiny whimper sounds you’d have to take off a headphone to hear.

Eventually my eyes would glaze, my mouth would drop open, and my body would stiffen as I came all over the toy stuck in my diaper. I’d helplessly flood my padding past its capacity, leaving a puddle beneath me... but that’s what my playmat’s for!

I’d look around innocently until I lock eyes with you, but you’d tell me I have to play quietly on my mat a while longer, until you finish doing your Daddy work. Then I can finally have a change — because of course, the only time I get Daddy’s cock is on my changing table.

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Post-challenge photos

These are my super cute new shorts, as described in my new story "The Challenge". The sweats are what I'm wearing now to disguise my diaper (with the frilly waistband tucked down, of course).

I really shouldn't have accepted my daddy's challenge today, since this is what my bedwetting diaper looked like when I woke up this morning:

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The Challenge

Today, I texted my daddy to brag about how I planned to go commando under my cute new shorts all day.

He was… concerned, and a little amused by my confidence. Don’t worry, he turned it right back around on me. 

He said I had a very special task to complete for him today: I’d have to drink two full bottles of water from my sippy cup bottle, then hold it for three whole hours before I’d be allowed to use the potty. 

And…

For the rest of the WEEK!

He gave me a choice.

Either I could stay commando and complete his challenge, or

Drink the water and wear my diapers all day, and let go whenever I felt the urge.

I wanted to prove how well I could still hold it, after all of our untraining this year! So I told him I’d go commando. 

Not to worry, I felt super confident. 

Okay, maybe not super confident, but I felt okay about it!

After we started, Daddy got pretty turned on and tried to get me to wet myself by looking at his hard cock and hearing the sounds he made as he masturbated.

That’s usually my kryptonite—something about hearing my daddy feeling good, watching his cock pulse—it makes me tense up and feel overwhelmingly aroused, and all of a sudden I’m sitting in a puddle. I have a wet towel in the wash right now, from an ill-timed Daddy check yesterday where I was all nakey when my daddy called. Miraculously, though, this time I was able to focus really hard and hold it the whole time. 

Then came the next part of the challenge. I drank both full bottles of water, and was just starting to feel the urge to go, when I had to run an errand. I drove in my car about 15 minutes to get there, and was in and out pretty quickly. That was good, because I was feeling increasingly like I needed to find a potty.

Driving home, though, I made a wrong turn. It just about doubled the trip length, and by the time I was pulling into my driveway, my legs were clenched together and my only thoughts were “I gotta pee I gotta pee I gotta pee.”

As soon as I stood up, I almost wet my shorts. I was bouncing foot-to-foot, but outwardly, I think I was pretty calm about it (😳). Here’s the live play-by-play:

As soon as I got to my room, where I was ready to put on a diaper so I could finally have relief, I felt like I might have another kind of accident at the same time. 

It felt so good to finally let go. My daddy was so sweet to me, even though I didn’t make it all three hours. In fact, I asked, and embarrassingly, he told me I’d only managed to hold it for an hour and a half!

When we started training wayyyyy back in November, my daddy had me do a preliminary holding test for a benchmark. That time, I held it for two hours and some minutes. That means since then, my ability to hold it has decreased by a whole half hour🥺🫠

After I had my accident (even though I made it to the potty), my daddy had me put my diapers back on. They felt so cozy and safe, and since then, every few minutes I feel a little dribble warming my padding. It’s wonderful. 

My daddy also told me I have some new rules he’ll be implementing: 

I’m gonna start potty training every Sunday!! I’ll show my after photos in another post, and I’ll let my daddy tell you guys all about my new rules from his perspective later this week. 

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Late morning changes can be a little... soggy

– Roo's Daddy

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Roo, are you back? Are you back posting?

Nope! I'm starting a new job and gonna be a little less present here. Tumblr is a fun and weird and supportive place, but also a very easy time/energy suck, and I've not much to spare right now. This morning, my daddy and I were once again on facetime, and he was talking about how much he wanted to read a new post from my perspective, and I'm only so strong. He's so wonderful and handsome, I wanted to make him all horny and fond from reading my thoughts😇

We spent a whole week together and got up to all sorts of hijinks (and cuddles), and also took many, many photos worth posting. There were also more... pushies... if anyone's interested in hearing about that.

However! I'm being a big girl for a bit! So if you'd like to see or hear about our adventures, please bug my daddy about it in my asks and he might post some :)

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Last night I fell asleep on facetime

I always sleep better when I fall asleep with my daddy, even when he's across a screen. But this time I felt even more relaxed than usual. I slept so deeply and soundly... it was like I was in some sort of trance.

When I woke up, I did my morning stretch-squirm, and felt my nighttime diaper more soggy and full than I've ever woken up to. It felt like I needed a change within the hour, when usually I can wear my nighttime diaper through breakfast and be protected.

My daddy told me I'm not allowed to ask for changes much, since someone without bladder control shouldn't be in control of what's protecting their butt. But I was so tingly. And my diaper was so swollen.

When my daddy woke up, I told him how wet I'd been. I told him that I almost woke up once during the night, and remembered feeling so relaxed down there, I felt trickles coming out of me without even thinking about it. It was one of the most blushy and comforting feelings ever. I highly recommend it.

My daddy was so proud of me! He said the reason I felt so out of control and leaky this morning was because he'd said some magic words to me once I fell asleep. I guess he put me in some kinda trance or planted some triggers or something? Maybe it was just Daddy Magic. Either way, he changed me this morning and I've already dribbled in my new diaper more times than I can remember.

Is this a bad sign? You tell me.

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Daddy may I please have a change?

I’m in your apartment with you but I had to go number two and just went in my diaper🥺 it feels squishy.

Help?

thanks dada

–Roo

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“Baby, what are you doing over there?”

Nothing, Daddy! Nothing😳🫠 I’m just practicing my squats!

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Diapered graduation

My daddy was so proud of my accomplishment, he wanted me to be comfy and protected the whole ceremony. It's a good thing he did, too, because I had to go three or four times, as you can see by my puffy diaper butt under my graduation gown.

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Why cat make me sick? Why cute little kitty cat make me cough n sleepy n ouch? 'S mean. Someone poof my allergies away? Poof?

Please?

I'm all protected, I'm bein a good diapered baby, why I gotta feel yucky? Don't like🥺

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My daddy finally broke me

He told me back in January that by graduation, I'd need to be diapered to walk across the stage. Here we are, Daddy. Now what?

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Are you a science major you give off nerd vibes

Hi!

No, but as someone who wanted to be a physicist for years because she watched Mythbusters, and who watched all her friends struggle bus through science majors, that’s such a compliment!!

I found science very difficult once it involved math. I pulled a D in AP Chem in high school after two weeks and had to drop to below-grade science class because I’d already taken the above-grade level class the previous year. They saw me struggling with the periodic table and molecules, and went, “I think she needs to relearn cloud types and ROY G BIV.” (That’s not an exaggeration somehow)

Also (you know this but I’m gonna take the opportunity to soapbox about my interests) — science and nerdiness are not mutually exclusive. I’m a DND, superhero, mythology, spreadsheet, English, baseball, art, and kink-nerd. And probably ten things I forgot about. 

Thanks for the fun ask! I was a liberal arts major. 

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You ever look at the “new post” button and go,

“I WOULD LIKE TO SHOUT INTO THE ABYSS NOW! HELLO ABYSS!”

Nah? Well what kinda mindset are YOU coming into this with, because that’s certainly mine.

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Walked home from my graduation barefoot today (oh, she was in college? She graduated? Woo hoo). My heels were hurting my heel, which struck me as counterproductive. So, as an act of urbanist rebellion (Daddy did I do that right?), I walked a mile through campus barefoot.

Don’t be fooled into thinking my use of the word “campus” meant lush greenery, dear readers. It was all varying pavement, concrete, and cobblestone.

Point to the city for the trek being fairly broken glass-free.

Point to me for being a stubborn doof who had to monitor every step because she was afraid of glass.

And point away from the city for not having bikes accessible to rent cheaply and ride around campus.

(I’m really laying the urbanism nerd-banism on thick here for a niche Roo’s Daddy interest)

Something something zoned city development!

Anyway, anyone who read all this please note:

I was diapered through my whole graduation ceremony, and yes, I have pictures. Would you like to see them?

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da kitty cat is nice I feel bad I said he's mean he's nice he's just apparently my personal allergen

Daddy still fix please?

Daddy the mean kitty cat keeps making my throat itchy n sneezy n eyes all red🥺 n I keep falling aslepep

Daddy fix pease?