Who needs a timeout?

When I hear someone say “fulfilling” I think they sound like a stuttering little announcing they’re going number two in their pants.

Is really cold. - 15 Fahrenheit and windy. I‘m looking forward to spring.

I think this book’s a little advanced for you, kiddo. Let’s find something more on your level.

I know you're not a baby, buddy. These aren't baby wipes, they're "Bro Wipes". It says so right here on the package. And you don't wear diapers, you wear...ah, who am I kidding? You wear diapers.

From “They’re just in case you wet the bed…” To “They‘re just in case you wet your pants…” To “Why do you want me to take your diaper off? Because you have to go potty? Your diapers are MADE for going potty in, silly. Just go in your pants, buddy.”

Okay, deleted my last post because it was weirdly getting attention from clearly non-little, non-abdl accounts.

Given @liononmane.bsky.social 's restocking of the change table... I don't think potty training is one of our resolutions this year... Happy New Years.

Good morning, kiddos. I hope you all enjoyed the fake New Years countdown I played for you at 8 pm right before I put you to bed.

Uh oh… 🩵

I ordered food and the driver told me the lady who owned my house in the 90’s was friends with his grandma and he used to hang out here. It was built in 1970 and I‘m the third owner. it reminded me this place has a whole history.

"Go on, sport. Open your present." Daddy coaxes. You reluctantly do as you're told. Your diaper crinkles loudly from under your dinosaur jammies as you scoot your butt forward on the floor, closer to the Christmas tree. You hear some of Daddy's family members giggling behind you, but you try to

Making a snowman with Daddy.

If your partner is introverted and gets grumpy in social settings you can just put a pacifier in their mouth or give them corner time and people will understand they cant talk right now

Definitely noticing some improvements.

Definitely noticing some improvements.

I've been lifting weights consistently for I think about 4 weeks now. I used to before the pandemic, but haven't really since. I know they say it takes 6-8 weeks to see any changes, but I swear I'm noticing some small physique improvements already. I hope I can stay with it.

The perfect hoodie for diapered hypnosubs

a Thanksgiving themed pic to get everyone ready for those awkward family conversations

The Hercules Prime booster seat is designed for up to 5'9" and 175 lbs. I assume if someone who doesn't actually need positional support uses it it'd be fine to go over that so now my issues are. 1. Cost 2. Who would I be putting in said seat 3. I actually hate driving

"Daddy?" You ask in your most childish voice. "What is it, kiddo?" Daddy replies. He takes a sip of his coffee. "Can I use the big kid potty? Please!" You ask as your stomach rumbles. Daddy laughs, choking and slightly spitting out his coffee. "Please, Daddy!" You plead.

I had hair past my shoulders for the last 15 years, but I cut it all off a couple days ago, close cut with a trimmer all the way around. No regrets, but I find myself reaching up to play with my hair or to tie it back occasionally. Gonna take a while to break those habits.

Pants are a privilege, sport. Have you been a good boy this morning? Do you think you deserve to wear pants today?

"Daddy?" You ask in your most childish voice. "What is it, kiddo?" Daddy replies. He takes a sip of his coffee. "Can I use the big kid potty? Please!" You ask as your stomach rumbles. Daddy laughs, choking and slightly spitting out his coffee. "Please, Daddy!" You plead.

the characters from Little Valley having a little trip to the theme park

You walk up hesitantly to your boyfriend, or as he's taken to referring to himself, your "Daddy". He insists that's what you call him too. You've somewhat gotten used to it in private, but you're still quite embarrassed to call him that in front of others. He's chatting with a

Mental regression virus trope, but those diagnosed don’t feel any different. They feel as if they’re being gas lighted by the whole world, by everyone who “doesn’t have the virus”, forced to play the role of overgrown toddler no matter how much they insist nothing’s changed about them.

You begin to run out the door with your cousins to play, but are stopped by a tug on the back of the elastic waistband of your shorts. “Not so fast, kiddo.” You hear Daddy say. You turn to him sheepishly. “I think somebody’s got pee-pee pants. You can play after we get you changed.” He says.

Nonchalant Daddy: Yeah, you gotta be my kid now. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. Well, actually I do. Anyway, time to put on your diaper.

The middle urge to be babysat and have a crush on your babysitter while simultaneously feeling like you’re too old for a babysitter, but still trying to spend as much time as possible with them because of your crush and they find the whole thing cute.

Totally rad 1990’s style babysitter that gives older sibling’s cool friend you have a crush on vibes.

"Almost done, champ." Daddy reassures you as pulls your new diaper up between your legs. You feel yourself blushing. You don't think you'll ever get used to the humiliation of having your diaper changed. Daddy carefully positions everything then tapes up both sides of your

Grown-ups talking about you as if you’re not paying attention while you run around in your jammies,excited to watch cartoons before getting dressed for the day “He sure has a lot of energy today!” “Wow, they’re fired up this morning.” “Somebody slept well.” “She’s sure excited for her cartoons.”

You sit on the floor trying to ignore the stupid video your "Daddy" has played for you. You see him enter the room out of the corner of your eye, towering over you. You quickly grab your recently discarded nearby stuffed lion. You hug it tightly against your chest in an effort to

"'What's that smell?' That's the little guy here. I'd know that face anywhere. It's the face he always makes when he's poopin' his pants. I know, I know, he's such a charmer, ha ha."

“Are you going to be good for me today?” I ask as I change you out of your nighttime diaper and into your equally thick daytime diaper.

Good news! You've graduated...to thicker diapers.

Being treated like you’re too old for diapers, but still young enough that bigs find it funny rather than weird when you tell them you want to wear diapers…They joke with each other about it right in front of you as if you’re too young to feel embarrassment over it.

Daily regression gummies, but Daddy tells you they're your "vitamins". They don't immediately turn your brain into mush, but they build up their levels in your body gradually. Every day you lose a little more aptitude, a little more coordination, a little more maturity...

"Just go in your pants, bud, that's what your diaper's for."

Just thinking about casual diaper changes… At home, in public. Wherever and whenever Daddy or Mommy decides. You’ll find yourself lying on your back with your pants around your ankles, your diaper fully exposed.

“That’s a funny Halloween costume.” Daddy’s friend says as he motions toward you, standing submissively next to Daddy sucking on your pacifier, wearing only your thick diaper and a T-shirt. ”What costume?” Daddy laughs as he gently pats your bottom.

Okay, I’ll try it.

You can't hold it any longer, you can't help yourself. You get into a low squat. It comes easily. You feel the warm mess pushing out into the seat of your diaper. You grunt subtly from around the nipple of your pacifier as you feel your diaper sagging and straining against your denim shortalls.

You walk through the festival with Daddy and your little brother. You feel the pressure in your bladder growing with each step. "I gotta go potty." your brother says as you walk near the porta-potties. "We'll wait for you here." Daddy says.

You can't hold it any longer, you can't help yourself. You get into a low squat. It comes easily. You feel the warm mess pushing out into the seat of your diaper. You grunt subtly from around the nipple of your pacifier as you feel your diaper sagging and straining against your denim shortalls.

You walk through the festival with Daddy and your little brother. You feel the pressure in your bladder growing with each step. "I gotta go potty." your brother says as you walk near the porta-potties. "We'll wait for you here." Daddy says.

Your diapered status being used as a comparison for a joke. At a crowded public event. Your Sibling: I gotta go to the bathroom. Mommy/Daddy: Hey, too bad you're not wearing a diaper like <You>. Your Sibling: NOT funny. They blush as if wearing a diaper like you is the most embarrassing thing.