POV: Your defiant attitude towards potty-training got you sent to the toughest school for diaper-boys in the state and you've fallen in with the wrong crowd. Hanging out behind the building, your new buddy is about to offer you your first candy cigarette before getting you blitzed on root beer.

You can extend your weekly backyard tea party all you want, but eventually it's time to go, and no amount of pouting will save you from the cruise the adults have booked. Yes, you're trembling in your heavy long-haul Huggies - but soon this will be the least embarrassing moment of the entire ordeal.

"Ah gee-whiz fellas, what do you mean where are my boy clothes? The grownups say these ARE my boy clothes now."

TBT to a pair of @abuniverse.com Little Kings overlooking their native habitat of Japan from my Tokyo hotel room two years back - looking forward to returning again next month!

Busy working on making today's outfit even more yellow...

The perfect outfit for helping Daddy in the garage doesn't exi...

Locking eyes with your neighbor from their 2nd story window, you realize that your private sissy-time isn't as private as you thought. Don't worry, they'll keep your secret, provided their new maid arrives on-time, properly dressed and heavily padded for his first weekend shift of house-cleaning...

"Live & learn, and then get Luvs" - it wasn't just a slogan, it was how you ended up here. Your partner wanted to "live" together... ...but then they "learned" about your secret kink... ...so now you "get Luvs" - and thanks to the new boyfriend they found, that's all you'll be getting, lil' man.

Daddy says you need to start contributing to the diaper budget but he won’t let you leave the house without him or allow you on the internet, so a job was unlikely… Until Papa contacted an agency for party entertainers… No time for pouting, Baby New Year, you're fully booked from noon to midnight!

Just a quick shot of this soggy, sleepy lil' sailor reporting in for changies before bedtime.

Some extra backyard sissy shots to brighten your Friday✨ (even more on my Tumblr)

“Boys don’t wear pink!” “Okay, two questions: Is Piglet a boy? Do boys wear camouflage?” “Umm…yes?” “Good, now let’s get you dressed for naptime.” Laying in your crib, hearing the muffled giggles as the mailman scans dozens of packages, you realize that this is only the first step of their plan.

I'd like to get out now...

You thought the voices coming down the hallway meant that you'd be getting released from your crib soon, until you recognized the sound of the adults fooling around & heading into their bedroom. Now, you just hope it doesn't take all afternoon & try to ignore the ceaseless thumping against the wall.

"No, no, no. I refuse to wear this in public. It's a fun idea but it's just too embarrassing. Can we please take it off?” "Sure thing, sugarplum, let me fix that for you…" "There we go, no more need for embarrassment! Now let's get you strapped into your carseat before the farmer's market closes!”

"C'mon champ, there's no reason to pout. I promised I'd get you a puppy if you agreed to walk it everyday, but I never said it'd be an actual dog. Now then, I think two more laps around the block should be enough to get your new "pet" familiar with his daily routine!"

"Smiling causes wrinkles, so we try to keep our lil' sissy in a constant state of misfortune & humiliation. Based on his reaction to the sudden introduction of a weekly garden party with the ladies of the neighborhood, I don't think we'll need to worry about any pesky smile-lines developing soon!"

Another day, another diaper and another Disney jacket.

"Daddy, are you sure it's supposed to rain today? Doesn't look like it." "Buddy-boy, which one of us has a phone with a weather app, and which one of us has a phone that only calls Bluey, hmmm? Let's just wait for 20 more cars... errr, minutes to pass and if it's still dry, I'll just use the hose."

Naptime was when you accepted that The Regression Clinic was real and not just a prank, after suddenly blacking out at your wedding rehearsal. Poor lil’ baby, this was always your intended place in the family. Soon, you’ll make the cutest lil' ring-bearer at the REAL wedding for your new “parents.”

"I know the transition into 24/7 babyhood isn't easy, but you’ve just got to accept that once I put you into the crib, that’s where you belong until I come back… even if you’ve severely “pooh”ed your Pampers. I'm going to sleep late tomorrow, but I trust you won't go anywhere... except your diaper."

Being the backup driver for the Disney/Huggies sponsored NASCAR team seems like a great career move, until touring your new living quarters and being "suited up" for your first day of (un)training camp. Once the coaches are done, you'll make the perfect spokesman for their exciting new product line!

Your partner sleeps around because you're "never in the mood” “He isn’t romantic in the bedroom" (You only sleep in the nursery) “There’s never a bulge in his pants" (Thick diapers/small chastity cage) “He refuses my sexual offers" (Because you only get to listen) “He's seeing someone else" (Eeyore)

"Thanks for noticing me."

"Daddy, this isn't what I meant when I asked if this costume came with matching bottoms!" "Oh, it does! But you'll need to use your spider-senses to figure out exactly where I dropped them off yesterday. That, or you'll just have to ask at every house - because we're not coming back without them!"

"The only way your getting the keys to that dress, or your cage, is by trading them for a pumpkin full of candy, so you'd better get out there and start ringing those doorbells, lil' Miss Mouse."

Thanks, I hate it.

Left unsupervised, I can be a little stinker sometimes (no, not in that way... well, right now anyhow.) I'm just using this photo from an old story that's too long to post that I've decided to start a side account for anything outside my main photo/caption content: @pudgeafterdark.bsky.social

If you've got a huffy lil' caged cuck on your hands, keep them busy for 20 minutes by telling them if just sit quietly for a full episode of Mickey Mouse Funhouse and get to "The Wiggle-Giggle Song" at the end, they'll have a "whole song" worth of tummy-time to get their wiggles-giggles out!

The adults tell everyone you're "really into trains." 🚂 Un-Potty-Training 🚂 Trained to carry a stuffed buddy everywhere. 🚂 Trained to only speak when spoken to. 🚂 Trained to "open the station gate" for the spoon in your highchair. 🚂 Training for pacifier-dependency (currently in progress.)

If you follow my Tumblr, you're likely aware of the 'Nursery PSA' screens that run on my nursery TV, but here are a few Locktober-adjacent ones for anyone new. Some are better than others and I need to get back to them, but there are 100 currently available. drive.google.com/drive/folder...

"We're reached my soggy explorer's "favorite" bench on the walking trail, so I'm going to need a visual on those dino-diapers, buddy. Your new shortalls still need to be sent out to have a snap-crotch installed, so you know the routine - time to Stop, Drop & Pop for me, Littlefoot."

Voted "Most Likely to Need a Mid-Class Diaper Change"

If you should ever notice that I unfollowed you, it's almost always b/c there was just too much properly sexual content in your feed (which is fine!) and it's not personal. TMI: My brain has been entirely wired for diapers/babyhood from as far back as I can remember and tummy-time is all I know.

Just a reminder to folks - if you're going to shoot in outdoor/public spaces, please choose your locations carefully and don't do it in populated areas or businesses. If you see a public shot from me, it was planned out like a military operation and done in a remote location.

TFW you realize that next Easter is only 6 months away. 🥺

Mittens. It wasn't just what your hands fumbled around inside of 24 hours a day, it was your new name. You'd been warned what would happen if you touched your diaper too many times, but you figured it was just an empty threat. That is, until the day you found out how many times was "too many."

I only get to play on easy 🙁

I'm not saying that Holiday Inn Express has a file on me, I'm just saying that it's a little suspicious that I seem to always get a room with a chaise lounge - aka the perfect hotel changing table.

Just because I'm not a babyfur doesn't mean my icons aren't. (Open to fursona interpretations if anyone wants to give it a go! I'm most likely a puppy.)

"Whoops! Looks like I left the wipes back in the car after I cleaned my messy lil' eater up from lunchtime. Just hang tight buddy, I'll be back in about 5 minutes..."

Chips & guac—your favorite! You loved it so much, you didn’t mind it becoming daily. You barely noticed it growing thinner and milder, with one less chip each day... until it was far too late. Now, fully weaned off solids, you bounce excitedly for your big bowl of plain pureed avocado—your favorite!

🎵 It's the most frustrating time of the year! 🎵

Getting dolled up in the new dress you were surprised with before your birthday party is all fun and games, until you discover that the zipper locks.

"What was that, my sweet lil' sailor? I couldn't quite understand." "Hmmmhhbbmnhmmbhnn!" "Gee, good point. With so many bags of diapers to bring with us, two full suitcases of clothing for one tiny baby really is overkill for a weekend beach trip. I guess we'll just leave the "boy bag" at home!"

Ideal Daddy: Dry sense of humor, professor vibes. Rarely smiles, but smirks when I fall into his little traps. Dresses me up because it makes me submissive. Taskmaster. Ideal Mommy: Nurturing but firm, comfortable navigating a man’s world but notably feminine. Dresses me up because I look adorable.

C'mon - let me out!