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Looking down at my diapers always makes me think about the boy I’ve become. I think about my training and what I’ve learned. I think about who I was before and who I am now. Drool drops down from my pacifier after a while and I stare at the bulk of my diapers that have come to be the normal outline of my crotch. I think about my boy bits tucked inside and can’t remember the last time I tried to be a top or a big boy. About how I’ll never be like that again, living my new life where my boy bits are left to sit in wet padding while I learn the difference between me and big boys. I think about how I’ll probably be like this forever because daddy says that being back in diapers is the best thing for me. I think about how I’m becoming more dependent on my diapers the longer I’m kept in them. I think about how I get put in extra thick nighttime combinations of disposable and cloth diapers and plastic pants because I’m a heavy wetter and need 3 layers to keep my sheets dry. Knowing that for me to be undressed in front of anyone at anytime for diaper checks and changes is innocent for me and a normal routine part of my everyday life. About how waking up every morning to being undressed or halfway through my diaper change sets the tone of my day. All day every day revolves around being a diaperboy and I’m so accustomed to it now that I can’t envision life another way.

I don’t see myself as a big boy anymore. I see myself dressed in my clothes, diapered and drooling from a pacifier and see myself as a little boy. A little boy who needs his daddy in charge. Everyone else sees me and thinks the same. I’m known and expected to be in diapers and probably wet. Constant pats on my padded butt and comments about how cute I look. Random diaper checks and getting changed when daddy says. Doing what daddy says to do and learning that Diaperboys have nothing to be embarrassed about. Being dressed and undressed 5 or 6 times a day and coming to understand that being seen on your back, feet held in the air and your boy bits on display to be wiped down and baby powdered to get a fresh and dry diaper back on you is just a normal part of your daily routine. Coming to accept that you’re in diapers because daddy was right, you really do belong in them and they are what’s best for you.

I see myself as a boy who’s just as he belongs. A boy who’s happy to sit on the floor, drool through his pacifier, admire his diapers bulk and the colorful printed baby clothes he wears. I can’t see myself being a big boy or being out of diapers anymore. I only see a little boy in diapers and that’s all others see too.

I had a lot taken away at first when I was put back in diapers but I’ve gotten a lot back. Just in other things, and they’re better. I’m a natural submissive but I was hard to train and daddy knew it. He knew that diapers would work and made the decision to start and follow through on using it to train me to be the best boy I can be. Diaper discipline to train stubborn boys really works and I’m proud to be the boy that gets it

Thanks, daddy.

Your boy.

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Rune Factory 4 Special on Nintendo Switch arrives on February 25th

Rune Factory 4 Special: Archival Edition | $59.99 Buy-Now!

Rune Factory 4 Special: Standard | $39.99 Buy-Now!

Archival Edition - 160-page art book featuring artwork from all previous Rune Factory games, Rune Factory 4 Special original soundtrack CD consisting of 36 tracks, and ‘Swimsuit day’ DLC that adds an option to have characters appear in their swimsuits

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Witcher 3 fan portraits by Ástor Alexander

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Mikey’s Guide to Unpotty Training

My Guide to Unpotty Training

Today I want to share the tricks and tips I used to unpotty train myself. Keep in mind that some things will being to work almost immediately (3-4 days), while others will take weeks, months or even years.

So if you are ready to be a diaper wearing little boy like me, here’s how to start.

1) Make the commitment. From here onwards you will only wear diapers. When I made this decision myself years ago I opened my dresser drawer and took out all of cartoon briefs and tightie whities (I never did wear “big boy” underwear). I then took my scissors and cut up my underoes so all I was left with was a pile of cotton rags. I quickly got myself padded up before I could change my mind, put on some pants and took my destroyed underwear to the trash, telling myself that I will NEVER wear underwear again.

2. From here onwards you can only wear diapers at all times. Regardless of where you are or what the occasion, unpotty training requires you to wear diapers at all times, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. The moment you put on that big boy underwear and use that potty all that training you did will be destroyed. It takes a great degree of effort to convince your body that it is okay to just let go whenever and wherever. Potty training and all those years of using the potty have created a very strong learned behaviour.

3). Drink lots of water and juice throughout the day, this will keep you bladder full and make it much easier to practice uncontrolled wetting. It is also important to drink two bottles of juice or water within one hour of bedtime. This will help ensure you have to wet throughout the night.

4) Now for the unpotty training. Wet as soon as you feel it, DO NOT hold it. You want to train you body to just “release” on its on. I repeat NEVER HOLD IT. By holding it you are strengthening the bladder, rather then weakening it. It’s a muscle that needs training, so ensure you are constantly training it to relax. It is not initially possible to “ignore” the conscious awareness of needing to wet, but by telling yourself to relax and “let it happen” you will find your subconscious, the part that actually keep your from wetting yourself and controls the autonomous behaviour responses, will begin to accept and adopt the new patterns and responses until you do just void unconsciously. A few days to a week of unconscious natural voiding and you will be wetting and messing just like a little baby. Continue rewarding yourself mentally for being such a good baby, and wetting and messing yourself naturally and easily, and you will never feel ashamed or humiliated or embarrassed about what you now can do. Unpotty training is a combination of both physical and mental training.

5) Night-time wetting will take FOREVER. So have patience. Go to bed every night with a full bladder. Falling asleep with a bottle or sippy cup of water works great. Since you went to bed with a full bladder you will likely wake up and at some point and need to pee. Try to picture yourself remaining asleep as you wet, and “pretend” you are still sleeping. After you wet your diaper, relax again, and picture this happening while you sleep soundly, contentedly, and happily. Soon this is exactly how it will happen. It may take a few months [my experience] for you to sleep soundly through the night, and to wet naturally in your sleep. You may find yourself waking a while after you have wet, or just as you are wetting, but ignore it, and keep your eyes closed and fall back asleep. Remind yourself how wonderful it feels and fall asleep sucking your pacifier and hugging your teddy bear.

6) Remember what you are doing is potty training in reverse, so have patience. It took time to become potty trained in the first place and more important it is something you have been doing for decades, so it will take patience and time to unpotty train. Continue to reward and reinforce the “good, nice” sensations of wetting (and messing) and you will soon teach your body that it is okay to be a diaper boy.

And this here is how I became diaper dependent. But I have some bad news. Potty training is like learning to ride a bicycle, it’s something you never forget. In your subconscious you will still have that “potty training”, but this is a way to override that training and enjoying being in diapers 24/7. If you want something that is 100% effective surgery or a catheter is the only way to go. But for this little boy it’s 100% natural unpotty training for now.

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Is there any plans on continuing the "Trained" storyline? It stopped right when it was getting good! If not, any other stories in the pipeline right now?

Sorry (but not really XP), but Trained is, for all intents and purposes, dead.  In reality, it really isn’t.  I still love the world that I’ve crafted around the story, especially all of the crazy shit that’s happening behind the scenes, so I’d be really surprised if I don’t come back to it eventually.  Still, my enthusiasm for the story itself has been gone for some time and doesn’t seem to be coming back.

As to other stories in the pipeline, I do have one actually!  I was planning on holding off posting this here until I finished the second half of the first chapter, but hell, I’ve already posted it on Twitter, so why not here as well.  It’s a bit of a ABDL/mental AR horror mix and this first bit doesn’t have too much action, but still, I hope you enjoy ^.^

Nothing in Life is Free

HUGE Pack of Adult Diapers - FREE!

Found these adult diapers while I was cleaning out the house of a friend that passed. I’m not sure where to offload them, so I figured I’d just let them go to whoever came by to grab them first. Package is unopened, brand must be pretty old since I can’t find anything online about them, so hey, maybe they’re worth something! The package shows that they have some weird baby print, which honestly makes me question just how well I knew my friend…Anyways, all I know is I need to have the place cleaned out by end of day and this is the last thing that needs to go.

I left the package outside, right by the mailbox. I’ll be out of here by the time anyone comes by to pick them up, so feel free to just grab them. If they aren’t there then someone must have picked them up already. Better luck next time! The address is 1521 Maple Street.

Thanks,

Jim

Maxwell Carter, Max to everyone he’d ever known besides his parents, sat quietly in his rusty green hatchback as the engine idled, gaze fixated on something beyond the rain-spattered windshield. The listing which had brought him here had popped up in the cursory search he made every day on Gregslist, hoping to find the disposable items he needed to satisfy his sexual proclivities on the cheap. The address had only been a few minutes away from home, too, making today his lucky day. So why, he wondered as his windshield wipers clicked back and forth, was he so apprehensive now that he’d finally arrived to claim his prize?

Down the block, several houses away from where he was parked, was an off-white mailbox with the number 1521 fitted to it in tarnished brass digits. Its cracked and fading color reflected the run-down house that it belonged to, a two-storied Victorian affair with paint so worn and peeled by the elements that it was beginning to show the brown siding underneath. The lawn leading up to the structure was a mixture of bare earth and scattered tufts of patchy, yellowing grass, looking closer to a dirt pit than any sort of way to welcome visitors. It reminded Max of the “haunted” house at the end of his childhood street that all the kids would whisper about when he was young.  A place to be respected and feared.

Jerking his gaze away from the building, Max focused once more on his quarry. The package of adult diapers sitting beneath the mailbox was red, with balloon-font text scrawled all over that he couldn’t quite make out from his vantage. He could see rain pooling at the top and hoped that they hadn’t been ruined. In truth, he wasn’t quite sure why he wasn’t already running out to save them from the weather. Maybe it was the dreary day, the inhospitable house, or the lack of other people or cars in the immediate area since he’d arrived, but there was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t shake. Something ominous. Still, he thought to himself shakily, he was poor and the diapers were free. Besides, he was 24 years old now, not 10. The house was just a house.

Taking a deep breath, he turned and pulled the keys from the ignition and stepped out into the autumn downpour, his shaggy brown hair immediately becoming drenched. Making a frenzied dash down the sidewalk, eyes intent on his target, he quickly reached the large rectangular plastic package. Crouching down, he wiped the rain from the package’s front and was met with the brand name in balloony bright yellow letters, Playdates, along with a large, light-blue human silhouette behind the lettering with a question mark where the face would be. Quickly checking the package over for any sort of tears or damage, surprised at how large it was compared to any other pack of diapers he’d had the pleasure of indulging in, he wasn’t able to find anything wrong. Hefting it up with the convenient plastic strip attached to either end of the top, he stood and turned back towards his car.

As he pivoted, movement caught his gaze from the direction of the house, specifically from a window on the second floor. Several missing shingles in the window’s lowered blinds revealed only darkness behind them. Just as Max was about to dismiss it and turn away, he saw it again! A brief flash of something passing by the window. Turning to face the house fully, rain pouring down his face and soaking into his clothes, adult diapers hanging weightily from his hand, he stared intently at the window. After several moments he saw them: a pair of eyes with no perceivable face behind them, bright yellow and shimmering, like a cat’s eyes catching the moonlight. They had simply faded into visibility, almost as if his vision had needed to adjust to a darkness that wasn’t there in order to perceive them. The eyes stared back, calmly, patiently.

Unnerved, Max slowly began to back away from the house, the sick feeling that had been knotting his stomach since he’d arrived slowly coming to a boil. The house was supposed to be empty! Was this some sort of prank? The eyes followed his movements, seemingly content to simply watch. After a particularly dangerous backwards stumble, he wrenched his gaze away, turning his body with all his strength and fleeing back to his car. Throwing the driver’s-side door open with fear-addled force, he hurled the pack of diapers to the passenger seat.

As he put one foot into the vehicle, he realized a loud, dry cackle could be heard in the distance. Ripping his head up to look for the raspy sound’s source, he saw the window was now open, blinds shaking in the storm’s wind, and the wide, glowing eyes were still fixated on him as the peels of laughter poured out. Not wanting to take the chance that they would somehow exit the house and come after him, Max dropped into the driver’s seat, shakily forced the keys into the ignition, and burnt rubber as he flipped a U-turn to speed off, the laughter still echoing inside his head.

* * * * * *

Max let out a long sigh of relief as he stumbled into his well-lit apartment from the rain. The place was sparsely furnished, just a couch, chair, and television in the living room, but it was comforting to cross the threshold. It was home. And he needed a good dose of comfort after that whack-job experience.

Tossing the package of diapers onto the couch and giving them a wary side-eye, he made his way into the apartment’s sole bedroom and stripped off his soaked clothes, depositing them in a half-full laundry basket. As he toweled his hair dry he began to finally relax. He even laughed at himself a bit. Some assholes playing a prank on some weird fetishist, that’s all that it was. He’d fallen for it, too!  Jason did always say that he was a “gullible little guy”, he thought to himself with an embarrassed blush.

To be fair, he considered, it had been a pretty convincing prank. Those eyes must have been some sort of reflective contacts, or maybe just some weird LED setup. He wondered how much something like that would cost. Rich assholes, he decided. Max wasn’t about to let them get the best of him though. He’d come through the situation unscathed, with a massive pack of diapers no less, so everything seemed to have worked out in the end.

Rifling through a dresser drawer for a moment, he finally came upon his favorite shirt for being little. Tugging it over his head and settling it into place, he looked down fondly on the diapered brown teddy bear that was snoozing in the dip of a crescent moon. While the shirt’s text, “I’m beary sleepy”, didn’t quite apply to him just this moment, it never failed to make him feel smaller. That much closer to being the little toddler he felt he was on the inside.

Dressed for the task ahead, Max grabbed a bottle of baby powder from the dresser and padded softly back to the living room, his considerably sized member swinging gently between his legs. Sitting on one end of the couch and dropping the powder onto the floor, he hefted the primary red package of diapers into his lap and studied it intently. Aside from the bright yellow branding and the blue silhouette, multiple cartoonish bubbles covered the front.  Some of them were empty, but some contained advertisements for various features of the diapers within. Things like “triple-thick Super Soaker™ core”, “standing Playproof™ leak guards”, and “strong, toddler-resistant tapes”, all of which began bringing his soldier to attention as he imagined truly needing them.  Grabbing his phone from the end-table, he snapped a quick picture of the packaging, thinking excitedly about sending it to a friend later.

One oddity he noticed as he took the picture was a statement in the corner, where a size might typically be displayed, claiming, “One size fits all!” Max wasn’t exactly flush with cash, minimum wage work and all that, and hadn’t had the chance to try all of the different diapers out there, but he did know that one size fitting all was practically impossible. Come to think of it, even though the ad had mentioned the diapers were obscure, he’d never heard of a brand called Playdates before.

Suspicions aroused, thinking that perhaps the prank was still happening, he turned the package and tore open the top half of one side. As the plastic stretched and eventually ripped, a slight warming sensation ran through his fingertips, something he attributed to his sudden panic and curiosity. Revealed beneath was a folded up diaper made of stiff white plastic and sporting a whimsical print of teddy bears, blocks, and ring-stackers in various primary and pastel colors. Max’s breath caught as he stared at the diaper, feeling himself become fully stiff beneath the package’s plastic. What he was seeing wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

Yellow trim and a smiling blue teddy bear on the tape panel, he thought to himself as he tugged the diaper out from the package with a loud rustle, the crinkling louder than any other diaper he’d handled previously. Unfolding the diaper and stretching it out, his jaw dropped as the pastel yellow trim revealed itself along the leg cuffs, the tape panel stretching out to show a blue teddy bear with crossed arms and a knowing smirk. Quicker than if he’d been holding a red-hot coal, Max dropped the diaper and shoved the package off of his lap, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud and revealing his now-waning erection.

Staring down at the infantile garment, he shook his head, still unwilling to believe his eyes. It was the diaper of his dreams. The design, the thickness, how noisy it was. All of it, exactly the same as the diapers that he fantasized about and occasionally liked trying to draw while playing with crayons. It just wasn’t possible, he thought to himself for what felt like the hundredth time in the last several seconds.

Warily reaching down, he picked the diaper up between finger and thumb, holding it up in front of him as if it were toxic. It looked normal enough, besides the fact that it had been ripped straight from his mind. Just like any other diaper, really. The more he studied the thing, however, the more he found his eyes drawn to the pastel printed baby items. The longer he looked at them, the more he could swear they were…moving? Not from one place to another, but almost swirling, like he remembered the wood of his kitchen table swirling that one time he had tried mushrooms with Jason.

Max felt himself become relaxed, almost sleepy as he stared at the colorful baby blocks and teddy bears, feeling his member come back to full attention and begin to throb. Another urge started building inside of him as well: he wanted to put the diaper on. He wanted to feel the leg cuffs wrapping snugly around his thighs, the soft internal padding cradling his oversized baby dick. He wanted to be able to look down and see that smug teddy bear grinning back up at him, as if it was proud that he was wearing his protection like a good baby. He wanted to use the diaper, soaking it with pee and filling it with poop, until it became so soaked and heavy that he’d need an adult, a real grownup to come help him change.

Some distant part of his mind warned him that things were already strange enough, that he didn’t know what would happen if he taped this strange diaper, seemingly crafted from the fabric of his dreams, around his waist. The longer he looked into the babyish prints, the quieter that part of his mind became, until it simply fizzled out, ejected from the soft, fuzzy stream of consciousness that his mind had become.

Sliding off the couch to come to a resting position on his knees, Max turned the diaper over and spread it out flat on the floor. Absent-mindedly grabbing the baby powder, he sprinkled a thick coating across the diaper’s interior, making sure to avoid the wings so he wouldn’t accidentally get any on the taping panel. Crawling over the diaper, his plank-stiff excitement prodding his tummy gently, he flipped over and set his butt down on the soft, luxurious padding. He took a moment to revel in the cloud-like texture, feeling how the diaper almost pulled his bottom into it, like a pit of quicksand enveloping its unwitting prey.

Not wanting to waste any time before getting to look at himself in his new cute, comfy diapers, he grabbed the front and pulled it up over the ramrod pole between his legs. The thick plushness, the comfort, and the babyish connotations of the entire situation, it was almost too much for Max. He felt himself approaching the brink of orgasm, but somehow managed to maintain control. He wanted to wear the diaper, not cum in it. Not yet, at least. Almost as if responding to his thoughts, he felt his straining member relax and swiftly shrink down to its normal size.  Gently reaching it to tuck his penis down, he smoothed the diaper’s front across his waist with a loud rustling.  Reaching to each side in turn, he slowly, deliberately taped the diaper on, three sticky strips to each side.

Diapering complete, he let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and stood, happily soaking in the sharp crinkling that sounded out as he did. Max gasped as he tried squeezing his legs together, thighs barely able to make a dent in the fat, plush padding between them. His diaper was so thick! Thick enough, he thought hazily, to keep a big baby like him dry and happy forever and ever.

Looking down at the teddy bear grinning back up at him, he felt a wide smile spread across his face. Without any conscious will to do so, he pulled a hand to his mouth and seated the thumb firmly inside, sucking happily on it without a care or worry in the world. He could almost swear that the blue bear was nodding approvingly as he did so.

A sudden knock from the door startled Max from his reverie, head jerking up to look in that direction. Thoughts clearing enough to process the noise, he shook his head, thumb still solidly planted within, and toddled over to look through the peephole. His neighbor, Jason, was on the other side of the door, carrying a case of beer in one hand and what looked to be a pacifier in the other.

Max had been an open book to Jason about his fetish from the first week he’d moved in, when the taller, somewhat intimidating man had helped him to clean up after a trash bag full of diapers had torn open in the apartment parking lot on the way to the dumpster. While his neighbor often made fun of him for his infantile interests, it was always with a kind, understanding warmth that helped him to feel safe and normal, rather than degraded or weird. Things had gone a bit beyond teasing over time, with Jason taking a more fatherly approach to their relationship to make sure Max was doing his house-work, eating well, and taking care of himself, but there had always been a very well-defined space between the two of them that had kept things from going further. Mostly, he felt, due to the embarrassment he held about his fetish.

Normally Max would have balked at the thought of Jason seeing him like this, but the haze of putting the strange diaper on was still strong. Flipping the deadbolt, he opened the door wide and waved shyly, sputtering out a, “Hi Jason!” from behind his thumb.

His neighbor’s shock was apparent and strong, but lasted for all of a few seconds. The dumbstruck look twisted into an amused grin as the stocky, jeans and polo-clad man patted Max on the head, generating a combined burst of pleasure and pride within the full-grown boy.

“Hey there, kiddo. I brought you a gift, but I didn’t think you’d be needing it so soon!” Jason lifted the pacifier up for Max to see. The nipple was one of the large ones he’d seen in stores online and the guard was a deep orange, with acrylic paints used to craft the facade of a fox’s face on the button.

“Cuuute!” Max squealed, “Fankyou Jason!”

“You’re very welcome, little fox! Now come on, out with the thumb so we can get your new binky in.”

Pouting for a moment, a thought jumbled up through his mental haze.  He didn’t wanna stop sucking his thumb!  It felt so nice and…and right!  Max struggled against the feeling and finally managed to wrest his thumb from his mouth with an audible pop! His neighbor wasted no time in presenting the pacifier’s nipple to his mouth as a replacement and he eagerly opened up to let it be pushed in. As he closed his lips around the latex nipple a subtle wave of relaxation spread throughout his body, causing him to slump a bit as he began nursing in earnest, eyes falling to become half-lidded. A gentle tap on the pacifier’s button brought his attention back to the man standing before him.

“Good boy. Now, are you gonna invite me in, or just stand there showing off your pampers to the world?”

Heat rushed to Max’s face, a blushing red fading into his cheeks as he realized his state of dress would be apparent to anyone that might walk by. He stepped to the side so Jason could enter, closing the door behind.

“Sowwy,” he lisped around his mouth’s bulbous latex occupant, “It’s kinda hard to think right now.”

When Jason cocked an eyebrow questioningly at this, Max wondered why that might be strange.  As he pondered this over several moments, the reality of the situation slowly came crashing down on top of him. The infantile haze was still there, but suddenly it was as if some of his normal thoughts were there too, acting in parallel with the baby thoughts, struggling to be heard.

Looking down, his flush in his cheeks deepened as he realized how he was dressed in front of his friend, in nothing more than his massive, waddle-inducing baby diaper and his favorite sleepy bear t-shirt. The humiliation of showing off his deepest secret to someone else, of looking and acting like an overgrown toddler around a normal adult, overwhelmed him and glassy tears began to form, trickling down his cheeks. Looking back up at Jason with wide eyes, he sniffled helplessly.

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” Jason asked with genuine concern, setting the beer down and approaching Max, “What do you mean it’s hard to think? Did you take something?”

Max shook his head, struggling to find his words and explain everything. Instead what came out was a muted sob from behind the pacifier and a stuttered reply. “N-no, didn’t take nuffin. Iunno what happened.”

Jason looked him up and down, clearly not believing him. Max wracked his brain, trying to focus all of his concentration on his ability to speak, and finally was able to burble out past his tears, “It was the diapies. They made me all funny.” He pointed to the pack of diapers still laying where he’d dropped it earlier on the living room floor.

His friend gave him a skeptical look, making Max briefly worry that he was about to get in trouble for fibbing, before stalking past the chair and couch to lift up the pack of diapers for inspection.

“Wow,” he heard Jason mutter, “These things are huge. No wonder you can barely walk. And what the hell? They look so professional, but you never told me you did any modeling. Did you have these things made custom or something?”

“N-no. What you mean?”

Jason turned, holding the package up for Max to see and the sight made the diapered boy’s blood run ice cold. There, where there should have been a vague blue silhouette with a question mark for a face, was Max.

The image of him was naked, save for one of the Playdates diapers spreading his legs to shoulder-width. He was bright-eyed and smiling cheerfully, hands balled into fists and placed on his hips as if he had just accomplished a great feat and felt confident and proud. The toony bubbles that had been empty before were now filled in as well. “Enough absorbency to last day and night!”, “Max’s #1 choice!”, “Perfect for work, home, or playdates with friends!”, “Recommended by 9/10 professional Diaper Trainers!”, “Proven to help beary sleepy little diaper boys get to bed on time!”

Max’s soft sobs turned into a full, hiccuping wail as he looked at himself on the diaper package, pacifier falling from his mouth to the floor. “It…it…it wasn’t a prank!” he choked out between cries. “What’s happening to me?”

Jason dropped the diapers and was across the room in an instant, hugging the diapered boy close and petting his hair. “Shhh, it’s okay kiddo, it’s alright. Just let it out.  Everything’s going to be all right.  It’s okay.”

Max wrapped his arms around his friend’s chest, burying his face into the blue polo shirt and just letting the tears, hiccups, snot, and sniffles come out, helpless to stop them. As he sobbed and sobbed, he became aware of a warmth blossoming around his crotch and, shortly after, the sensation of liquid moving through his peepee. He hadn’t felt the need to pee, let alone given his body permission to let go, and the sudden loss of control just made him cry harder into Jason’s chest.

Thank goodness for daddy, he thought. Wait, that wasn’t right. Thank goodness for Jason, for his friend. Not his daddy. He really did need his daddy though. Was Jason not his daddy?

As Max sputtered and whimpered, struggling with his thoughts, his friend, who somehow seemed to appear bigger and bigger in his mind, more caring and authoritative, continued to shush and comfort him. He felt the taller man begin to gently coax him over to the couch, crying out in despair as he was briefly removed from the tear-soaked shirt so that he could be laid down with his head in Jason’s lap, aware more than ever of the noisy crinkling of his wet diaper.

Snuggling his face into Jason’s shirt once more, Max continued bawling, confused and scared by the absurd, impossible situation he’d found himself in. Somewhere in the minutes that followed, his thumb found its way back into his mouth and his wails turned into choked, halting sobs. Feeling exhaustion from all of the energy he’d spent on his childish fit begin to creep up on him, he slowly, fitfully, cried himself to sleep in Jason’s arms.

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Do You Want to be Diaper Dependent?

I wanna see how many people want to be diaper dependent, to only be able to realize that you’ve wet yourself by feeling your diaper get warmer and thicker between your legs.

REBLOG IF YOU WANT TO BE DIAPER DEPENDENT!

LIKE IF YOU JUST LIKE WEARING DIAPERS OCCASIONALLY!

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my version of TLJ

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By pascal quidault

https://www.artstation.com/pascalquidault

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How to Guide Your Little into Little Space!

Enjoy this step by step guide on how to make your little one fall into little space!

Since consent is everything, talk to them the night before and see what their boundaries are, then respect those boundaries the next morning. Making your little nervous or afraid of what’s going to happen will absolutely prevent them from dropping into little space, so it is very important to listen to them and respect their needs and boundaries.

When you’ve come to an agreement for what you’re going to do tomorrow, diaper them up, then snuggle with them as you both fall asleep.

1. In the morning, wake them up with cuddles and kisses. Congratulate them for not wetting the bed last night, and tell them you’re so proud of them. Pat their diaper a few times to check if they’re in dire need of a change, because we all know that littles can’t hold their tinkles at night; that’s why you make them wear thick diapers to bed!

2. Guide them to the bathroom and undress them, because sometimes littles have trouble doing that by themselves. Fill the bathtub up with warm water, and ask that if they promise to be a good little and if they don’t make any splashies during bath time, you’ll make their favorite breakfast for them! You’ll see their eyes light up with joy and excitement, and they’ll promise over and over that they’ll be the best little ever!

Take your time washing your little. Use baby shampoo and nice-smelling body wash to help guide them into little space. You don’t want to push them right into it, you have to guide them there little by little. Having them wake up in a wet diaper is key to this.

3. As you dry your little off with a pink fluffy towel, stick a baby diaper between their legs to catch their little tinkles (Luvs have that super babyish smell, so you should use those!) and tell them to stand there while you fetch their diapers for them. Don’t say that you’re getting a diaper for them, say that you’re getting their diapers. This reinforces the fact that your little owns diapers, and that they need them. Take them by the hand and lead them back to the bed, where you’ve laid out a changing pad and their favorite diaper. Remind them that they need diapers just in case because they’ve had accidents in the past.

Gently guide your little onto the changing pad and diaper them up, taking time to sprinkle their naughty parts with baby powder, then apply baby lotion to their tummy and upper legs. The strong scent of the lotion will awaken memories tucked away decades ago from when they were a toddler. To heighten this effect, rub baby powder in their onesie and shake it to get the extra powder out. These two strong scents will completely relax your little and make them slip into little space, whether they know it or not.

4. Dress them up in their favorite onesie. Littles have difficulty putting on their clothes, so you must do it for them. Tug some cute socksies up their legs, then stick a pacifier in between their lips. If they protest, give them the Daddy or Mommy stare until they simmer down, then smile and tousle their hair when they start suckling on it. Take them by the hand or scoop them up into your arms and carry them into the living room, where you set up a little playpen the night before after you put your little to bed. Place them inside of it, then turn on some cartoons for them. Fill up a couple of sippy cups for them and place them inside the playpen, then tell them that they must be a good little girl/good little boy and wet their diaper for you by the time that you finish making breakfast.

Cartoons and sippy cups are notorious for dropping littles deep into little space, so take your time making breakfast.

5. When breakfast is ready, scoop them up in your arms and carry them over to the kitchen table, where you have a booster seat for them. You can buy a smaller chair that sits lower than your normal ones to put a booster seat onto, and from here on out, that seat will always be your little’s seat; they’re not old enough for adult seats, after all! Take out their pacifier and set it on the table, then tie a baby bib around their neck. (Littleforbig makes some cute ones!)

Fill up their sippy cup again with their favorite juice as the cartoons play in the background, and feed them their breakfast from their plate. Littles can’t be trusted with adult plates and cutlery, so you should have gone out the night before and replaced their dishes with children’s dishes. Adult dishes don’t come in cute colors and they don’t have pictures on them, either, so make sure that you have at least a few of them for meals throughout the day. Cut their food up into tiny little pieces for them, and use their plastic fork to feed them, smiling all the while as you tell them how cute they are.

6. When breakfast is done, tell your little to finish their sippy cup while you clean up, then they can have another half hour or an hour of cartoons for being a good little. Shower them with love and affection, and tell them they did a great job for not making a big mess like last time. Once you are done cleaning up, have them stand up so you can check their diaper. Pull the back of their diaper away and check to see if they made any stinkies for you, then run a finger past the leg gathers and into the crotch of their diaper to see if they need to be changed. Lovingly pat their diapered rear, then guide them back to the living room.

If they haven’t made stinkies for you, push a suppository into their butt and tell them that it is important and healthy for them to make stinkies. If they protest, stick their pacifier back in between their lips, then wrap your arms around them and tell them it’s okay to go poo poo in their diapers because that’s what they’re for, and because littles like them need their diapers for little accidents. Make sure they feel loved and that they’re in a judgement-free area, and they’ll melt in your embrace.

7. If you have to go run some errands, you can dress your little up in some cute overalls over their onesie. Tell them that they’re coming with you because you wouldn’t be a responsible Daddy/Mommy if you left your little one at home all alone. Have them suckle on their pacifier as you pack their diaper bag full of diapers, baby powder, baby wipes, and a few sippy cups of their favorite juice, and make sure you do that in front of them.

Make sure that your little’s outfit is public appropriate. There are some onesies made by Littleforbig that look like adult clothes, but still have that babyish element that’ll drop them into little space. Make sure that they feel like their outfit is decent to wear in public, but it still has to have some babyish elements to it.

By now, the suppository would be making them feel like they need to go poo poo, but since you’re in a rush, you don’t have time to wait for them to mess and then change them, so you guide them out to the car and buckle them in the backseat, constantly assuring them that their diaper will protect them.

8. When you run your errands, make sure to always hold their hand and never let go of it. Holding their hand makes them feel safe, cute, loved, and above all, little. At this point, they have no choice but to mess themselves, and since they might try to hide it from you, you should check their diaper every twenty minutes. Diaper checks always makes a little feel littler! You can tell when your little needs to make messes just by how their grip on your hand changes, so pay attention to their body language.

9. When you smell that they made a stinky, pointedly ask them if they had an accident. If they respond with, “Yes, Daddy,” or “Yes, Mommy,” smile at them and reassure them that everything is okay and that you’ll take care of them. Hug them and hold them close, then place your hand on the seat of their diaper and apply a little bit of pressure to see if they truly had an accident. That’ll make them blush a ton and drop them deeper into little space. If anybody asks what that stinky smell is, tell them that you stepped in dog poop in the parking lot, and they’ll leave it at that. At the very least, it’ll make your little giggle at you!

When appropriate, stick their pacifier back in between their lips and guide them to the backseat of the car. Lay out the changing mat and take care of their needs with as much love as you can provide, constantly telling them that they were a good little for telling you that they had an accident. Promise to reward them with cookies and chocolate milk when you get home as a treat for messing their diaper in public as you tape on a fresh diaper, and as you put their outfit back in place, give them a sippy cup to help them keep tinkling in their diapers; it should be damp by the time you get home.

10. When you get home, hug them again and kiss them on the cheek for being such an amazing little. Tell them how proud you are of them, and that they deserve all the cookies a little can eat! Help your little eat their cookies, put their chocolate milk in a sippy cup for them, then carry them to the couch, where you have cute baby-styled blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals for them. Tuck them in, and tell them that it’s nap time! Place their pacifier in between their lips and turn their favorite cartoon on, but on a very low volume. Close the blinds and turn off all the lights in the room to make it as dark as you can, then go do adult stuff as your little drifts off to their cute wonderland of dreams.

When they wake up from their cute wittle nap, they may or may not still be in little space. Slowly guide them out of it if they are, and ask what they liked most about the experience and what they didn’t like so that you can be better for them in the future. Have a long and open discussion, take what they say to heart, and respect their boundaries in the future. Guiding your little into little space is a wonderful thing for them, so you must always push yourself to be the best Mommy or Daddy that you can be! <3

Spoil the princess?

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Reblog if you also WET YOUR DIAPERS

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I don’t know about you, but I bet this island would make for a sweet skate park with just a little work. We’ll just need to install some rails here and there, a little pavement, and then kill all the native Sahuagin seafolk so their tridents won’t trip me up while I’m shredding the ramps. I think I’ll call it Uncle Gnarly’s Skate Haven. 

Download the full resolution image of this map at my Patreon, as well as alternate gridless, night, and outlines-only versions!

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I tried to draw the purple dragon

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Unused Type Eeveelution Drawings made by Abz-art

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“I’m a faun, you dork.” (x)

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