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If you are happy and you know it pee your pants 💦

Pamper: @landofgenie (aus reseller @totallyozzytots)

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Hana is catching a breather after hearing team Marshmallow Poof passed 750 followers on IG! After a long day of practice, a full game, and now this, she hasn't had a potty break all day! Whatever can she do??

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Give me an M!! When Chelsea heard that Team Marshmallow Poof reached 750 followers on IG, she got her 5 best friends to come out and cheer them on! We got here together, team, and if we hit 750, we can reach 1000! Keep that pep up, like share and comment, and get ready for 5 days of cheerleaders to rally us through the week!

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Sincere comment Schoolgirl Sailor. Beautiful blog. Wow.

Teehee thanks ☺️ Enjoy my schoolgirl/sailor butt!

See my page for more!

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You belong in diapers super soaker baby do you ever mess?

Hehe I definitely know my place is in padding 😝 I do everything in my diaps, I wear 24/7 and don't have much control at all anymore, so I'm always grateful for the safety (and the squish hehe 🤎)

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Froggy girl 🐸 I leaked on my shortalls 😭

Onesie from @onesiesdownunder 💚

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Such a gross little girl (again) ❤️

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The sound that soaked diapers make is intoxicating.. for my little babygirl 😵‍💫💦

Das Geräusch, das durchnässte Windeln machen, ist berauschend.. für mein kleines kleines Mädchen 😵‍💫💦

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Smell Your Place

The soft tick of the nursery clock marked the passage of time with a syrupy slowness. Plush pastels and the faint, ever-present scent of powder clung to the walls like a second skin. Somewhere distant, a lullaby played.

Clarice stood at the edge of the hallway, arms folded neatly over her starched uniform, her eyes narrowed with quiet calculation. She had her rounds, as always, and her expectations—meticulously kept, unwavering.

Maid Briony had been on shift for three hours.

Three.

And yet…

Clarice’s heels clicked once, then again, as she made her way into the laundry room, where Briony stood dutifully folding a mountain of bibs and onesies. Her posture was stiff, her expression focused, almost…proud of herself. Clarice’s eyes dropped instinctively to the seat of the girl’s uniform—where the telltale puff of padding should have drooped, shifted, or darkened.

It hadn't.

Still dry.

“Briony,” Clarice’s voice came silk-sweet, but her steps were sharp as a blade slicing through butter. The maid turned, eyes wide, alert.

“Yes, Miss Clarice?”

The head caretaker didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stepped forward, gliding with the kind of presence that turned air into atmosphere. Without asking, without warning, she lifted the hem of Briony’s uniform. A rustle of stiff plastic followed as Clarice pressed two fingers against the front of the girl’s diaper, then flattened her palm over it.

Smooth. Dry. Still crinkling softly, like new.

Clarice’s eyes flicked up slowly, her smile never touching the chill in her tone. “Three hours on the clock and not even a little sag.”

Briony swallowed, eyes dipping.

“I—I didn’t feel the need yet, Miss Clarice. I thought maybe after the next feeding…”

“You thought?” Clarice echoed, almost amused. “Is that what we do here, Briony? Think like big girls?”

Briony flushed a deep red, the tips of her ears glowing.

Clarice let the uniform fall, but her fingers didn’t retreat entirely. Instead, she tapped lightly against the padding. “You’re here to follow, not think. Filling that diaper is your duty just as much as your tray or your mop. And right now, it's a failure.” Clarice’s next step was slow, deliberate. She reached forward, not harshly but with a firm grip on the front of Briony’s collar and pulled the maid to her knees.

“You clearly need a reminder of what a good woman on this staff smells like,” she murmured.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled the girl close and pressed Briony’s face snugly into the soft, warm back of her diaper. It sagged slightly from use, thick and unmistakably swollen.

“There we go,” Clarice said sweetly. “Breathe deep. Smell that? That’s what success smells like here.”

Briony shuddered, lips parting softly, her face nearly melting against the padded warmth. “You’ll be like this soon,” Clarice promised, pulling back just a little and lifting Briony’s chin. “Or you’ll be back on the street. Your choice.”

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Your favorite mouse is going to be LIVE on JFF this Thursday at 6:00 pm EST

Come hang out and watch me do a little enema surprise on the stream!

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love the hair!!!!

thank you so so much!!! bonus picture of the pink hairssss 💖✨

pampers, pink, priscilla (das the bunny!) 🐰🥰

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Eevee is my fav Pokemon

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The quintessential diaper check, always important. Very good to have before leaving for a movie or errand or just because you want him to be in his place.

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bwuhhhhh i- genuinely have no words- this combo of accessories just- i feel like a toddler 😭😖😖😖😖

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Double diaper punishment for baby girl!! ⛓💗

Vid on MV & JFF

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My daddy is the bestest ever 🥺❤️

Come see the rest of this cute (and naughty) photoset on my PocketStars🙈💫