usuallypaddedweirdo

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Do you enjoy making pushies in restrictive positions? For example, maybe while bound, or while sitting on the couch, high chair or in the car? Just wondered if the challenge appealed to you. Keep being the most adorably yucky baby on tumblr !!

So my super power is… I can mess my pants in any position. Normally I’m on my knees or squatting if it’s not an accident. ✨

But I loooooove being given an enema and then put in the high chair.

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Don’t tell Daddy that I had a messy accident! 😳😳 -hides-

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How to regress/baby me!

Just DO it! It's all about control

If you’re regressing me, don’t check; do.

Don’t ask me about my diaper, check it.

Don’t ask if I want my paci; force it in my mouth.

Don’t ask if I want a diaper change; force me to a flat surface and change me.

If I’m trusting you to regress me, just do it! Don't beat around the bush. I really don’t wanna be the big girl that needs to be checked with. I am trusting you and you have my consent to full on regress me!

When I say, “I’m not a baby!” I’m really just reinforcing your regression’s grip on me. So DO it!

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Only Mommy knows!

Mommy leaned against the doorway, arms folded loosely, watching her little boy fidget on the living room floor. The warm glow of the lamp bathed him in soft light, catching the faint sway of his thickly padded bottom as he shifted from side to side. She didn’t need to check to know, she could tell from the way he wriggled, the subtle slump in his posture, the distant look in his eyes.

“Do you need a change, baby?” she asked in that singsong voice that always made his stomach flip.

He froze. The words hung between them like a trap he already knew the answer to. If he told the truth, Mommy would scold him for “thinking about his diaper like a big boy.” Good littles didn’t think about what was in their pampers. They just played, and squatted, and let Mommy take care of everything. But if he lied, if he said no, she’d see right through him. She always did.

“No…” he muttered, tone dripping with that pouty, defensive edge of a toddler caught red-handed. He couldn’t meet her eyes, so he kept staring at the carpet, fingers picking at the seam of his onesie.

The corner of Mommy’s mouth twitched into a smile. She crossed the room slowly, kneeling down beside him. Her hand rested on his shoulder, warm and steady, before sliding down to pat the heavy bulge between his legs. The crinkle was drowned out by the soft squish beneath her palm.

“Oh, sweetheart…” she cooed, drawing out the words. “You can’t even tell when your diaper’s messy anymore, can you? Such a good boy for Mommy.”

His cheeks burned, and the heat spread down his neck. “I–I just didn’t…” He trailed off, flustered, unsure whether to defend himself or shrink into the floor.

She tilted his chin up with a finger until their eyes met. Her expression wasn’t angry, far from it. It was that infuriating mix of affection and amusement, the kind that made him feel both small and impossibly cared for. “Shhh. No excuses. It’s okay if you don’t notice, baby. That’s what Mommy’s here for.”

She leaned closer, nose brushing his hair, and sniffed softly. The faint, telltale scent in the air made her smile widen. “Mmm… yes. Definitely a very full diaper. I bet it’s been like this for a while.”

His toes curled in embarrassment. Part of him wanted to protest, to insist he knew exactly when it happened, that he’d been choosing to ignore it. But deep down, he knew she was right. He couldn’t pinpoint the moment anymore. One minute he’d been stacking blocks, and the next his pampers were warm and heavy, without a single thought crossing his mind.

Mommy shifted so she was sitting on the floor with him, pulling him gently into her lap despite the thick bulk squishing between them. “See? You don’t have to worry about what’s in there. That’s big-boy stuff. You’re my little boy. And little boys just play and snuggle and let Mommy take care of everything.”

Her hand rubbed slow circles over the swollen front of his diaper, pressing just enough for him to feel the fullness, the reality of what he’d been sitting in. “I think it’s cute. You used to get so fussy about the tiniest tinkle. Now? You could waddle around all afternoon like this and not even notice. That’s my baby.”

His chest tightened, equal parts humiliation and warmth. The teasing was relentless, but so was the comfort in her voice. She didn’t sound disappointed, she sounded proud. And that, somehow, was even more disarming.

“Let’s get you into a fresh one,” she murmured, kissing the top of his head. “But remember, good boys don’t pay attention to their diapers. They just let Mommy decide when it’s time.”

As she guided him toward the nursery, her palm never left the seat of his sagging pampers. Each pat and squeeze seemed to punctuate the lesson, making sure he felt exactly how much she noticed… and exactly how much she approved.

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Diaper Dance

Did you put your Little One back in diapers?

Did you make the straightforward and common sense rule that they are not allowed to ask for changes?

Are they still constantly complaining about never being able to tell you when they are leaking?

I have a solution for you both: the Diaper Dance.

When your little is desperate for a change and not allowed to ask, give them the option to beg for a change with their body.

Let them know that they can always run up to you, wiggle their little hips and shake their little booties to show you just how squishy and dirty their padded pants are. The more their dance shows off their diaper, the more obvious it will be they need a change!

Are they tired of being stinky? They can do a little dance showing off that poopy bottom.

Is their diaper full to leaking? They can wiggle their little hips, showing how close that wet padding is to sliding down their legs.

The Diaper Dance give your little one the sense of agency they are begging for, it does so while reinforcing how pathetic and silly they really are.

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You would think that the most embarrassing outfit to wear my diapers under would be my most childish: The onesies that are so tight they make it clear I'm wearing a soggy diaper or the shortalls that make me look like a literal toddler.

You might think I'd be even more embarrassed wearing nothing but a diaper. The infantile symbol of my submission being on full display to the entire world.

You would be wrong though.

Wearing a diaper carefully hidden under my adult clothes is the absolute worst.

The slight crinkle, the soft padding pressed to my skin, the thickness between my legs that gives me an almost imperceptible waddle, they all serve to remind me that even at my biggest, I am just pretending to be an adult.

I am a fraud.

A fake.

The diaper under my adult clothes is that constant reminder that, even if no one else but Mommy knows, even at my most mature, I am still just an overgrown toddler masquerading as an adult.

Nothing is more embarrassing than that.

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Littles will be strapped down to the changing table, butt five inches off of it due to the thickness of their diaper, blind folded and wearing a paci gag, dealing with the realization that they have no choice but to wet themselves and still say "mmmf mmf mmnmffffff". So silly.

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You have the hots for your babysitter... You've never felt such a strong crush for anyone in your entire life.

They get real close to you, reaching in for a hug, you lean in... This is your moment, you might get to kiss them.

Your stomach is full of butterflies...

Suddenly you feel them reach down to your waistband and tug it back. You feel a cool rush of air into your warm mushy diaper.

"Just like I thought, you're poopy kiddo... "

You wanted to die of embarrassment...they didn't want to kiss you... They were just checking your pampers.

...and you didn't even know you pooped. 😳

You never had a chance with them, they only see you as a toddler, who hadn't even potty trained yet.

"...come on, let's go get you a fresh bottom."

You tear up slightly, feeling all sorts of big feelings your little brain can't handle. But you follow them anyways.

...maybe a fresh diaper will help you feel better...

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LITERALLY YES!!!

GO AHEAD

SEND IT!!!!

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Taking good care of my little girl 😈💕

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Yes baby, diaper checks are mandatory It doesn't matter if you're an adult, in this nursery you're my baby 🧷❤️

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Daddy says no one can see my diapee under these pants.

Rule number 1 to being a good baby : Always trust daddy 🤭

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Bad language is not tolerated

Make sure to spank your princess if she uses any bad language to describe her bodily functions. Words like "shit" and "piss" are never acceptable. Set a good example, by avoiding using bad language in her presence yourself. Grown-up language is not acceptable either. She is to say "big girl potty", not "toilet". She is of course not allowed to use the big girl potty, but sometimes she might get to keep others company while they're doing so. Nor is she allowed to use words like "defecate" or "bowel movement". Of course, after a few weeks of regression treatment, she'll have forgotten those words anyway. When she's filled her nappy, she should make sure to tell you in an appropriate way. "I did a poo in my nappy" is perfect! "I made a stinky" and "Pwease wiww you change my smelly nappy?", and other similar turns of phrase, are also acceptable. Of course, you'll already be able to smell what she's done in her nappy, but you should make her say it out loud. If you have company, she should announce it to the whole room. Be sure to congratulate her, call her a good girl, and tell her that her poo stinks. Her smelly nappy should stink out the whole house. If it doesn't, it might be time to change her diet.

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Some people got thoughts in the their head. All I think all day is “mess mess mess oo squishy mess”

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Who else loves a good set-up-to-fail situation? Between the mitts and the safety doorknob cover, they never had a chance.

Did this on a day where I wanted to draw but was stuck closely supervising a situation all fuckin day. So I did this intermittently and managed to end with a lil colored sketch

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things mommy says to little princesses when company is over (not me ofc!)

1. “Sweetheart, if you’re going to keep making those faces, just tell everyone the truth… you’re trying not to mess yourself right now, aren’t you?”

2. “Go on, show them your outfit! Mommy matched your onesie to your diapers today. Isn’t that cute?”

3. “If you don’t stop whining, I’ll check your diaper right here in front of everyone. Don’t think I won’t.”

4. “You don’t need to speak, baby. We all know littles don’t get a say once their diapers start crinkling like that.”

5. “Aw, you’re fussy because you’re overdue for a change, huh? Do you want Mommy to tell them how long you’ve been sitting in that soggy diaper?”

6. “Go ahead, crawl over to Mommy. Everyone should see how sweetly you move when your diaper’s that thick.”

7. “You told me you wanted to be babied more. Well, standing here red-faced in front of your friends with a squishy butt is exactly what more looks like.”

8. “Don’t pout. They’re not laughing at you…. they’re just surprised such a big baby could make such a big stink.”

9. “Do you need to go potty, or should Mommy just lay you down right here and let everyone watch you try to hold it?”

10. “You’re so quiet now. Not so confident with your paci clipped on and your diaper peeking out, are you, sweetheart?”