This week’s craft time was making my pink paci a lil more pretty :3 I glued the beads on all by myself!!

Something about those good ol’ little boy nicknames makes me squirm 🫠 Buddy, bubba, bubs, bud, little man, little guy, tyke, etc. I dunno what it is it but they make me go feral >.< But to be fair, most babying in general makes me go feral. I am just an oversized toddler after all

You thought the new years baby was just a costume? Well that was naive of you… Anyway, you can hump a stuffy to get your wiggles out while the adults stay up til midnight! Since you don’t wanna obey bedtime, those restraints will keep you behaved. I’ll change your poopy diaper after the ball drops~

It’s fun being forced to be a toddler, but it’s unbelievably refreshing to let yourself get shamelessly lost in littlespace for a full day(s). Being talked to as if you’re just a lil tot, never having to think/talk like a big kid. Your only decisions are which cartoons, snacks, and toys you want. +

“Good otter pups who fill their seats get rewards! What, did y’think I’d take your diaper off? Silly baby, why would I? You’re gonna make another mess anyway! You’re lucky I don’t make you hump a stuffy, but you were on Santa’s nice list this year, so I suppose you’ve earned a date with mr buzzy.”

Something about cuddling with Daddy and him casually pulling the leg guard of my diaper away from my skin to check if I’ve gone potty is so 😵‍💫 Or feeling him pull on the waistband while standing behind me, completely silent because why would he need to warn a baby before checking their pampers? >.<

Imagine remaining chaste for a partner thru the relationship. You jack off by yourself, you flirt with each other, but they want to wait for the “purity of marriage.” Except, on your honeymoon, you find yourself in chastity and thick diapers, staring up at your lingerie-wearing lover from a crib. +

My top thing right now is de-masculinization 😵‍💫 You should be constantly reminded that you’re just a dumb, helpless, gross little boy whether you like it or not. Forced to sit and play with toy cars and blocks in your thick poopy diapers, your horny fussing written off as normal toddler whining. +

Nothing is better than holiday jammies! Well, the shirt of holiday jammies at least, paired with a festive diaper! Actually one thing is better: filling that diaper and cementing your place in a ‘baby’s 1st Christmas’ diaper again next year (cus Daddy’s never letting you get older than two, silly!)

There’s nothing like the sound of the sides of a pullup being ripped while you lay on a changing mat, a thick diaper and bottle of baby powder sitting beside you. “Well, no more pullups for you for a while! I knew you weren’t ready to say bye-bye to diapers. You’re lucky it didn’t leak, sweetpea!”

Waiting for Daddy to wake up is the hardest part of Christmas morning >.< Hurry uuuuupp Santa came!!

Cold Christmas Eves call for snuggling with Daddy on the couch in warm footy pajamas and eating all the cookies you baked for Santa, ignoring all the diaper-shaped boxes under the tree (because obviously that’s what you’re getting) 🎄

Thinkin about last night when Daddy had me tied up and paci-gagged and was fucking me with a big horse dildo and when I started to squirm n whine from how big it was he just held my hips down and went “Oh, shush.” like I was being overdramatic -3-

I used to think I wasn’t very obvious when I came, but lately Daddy’s been very blatantly pointing out whenever my “baby noises” start turning into “princess noises” -3- Guess that explains how he’s able to keep me on edge so well, for however long he wants to >.<

Daaaad I promise I won’t fall asleep during the Christmas Eve party! Can I pleeeease wear a pull-up? Everyone’s gonna notice the bulge of my nighttime diaper!! >.<

Oh gosh >.< ohhhhhh gosh >.<

If I hadn’t learned not to touch without daddy’s permission after giving myself a diaper rash from rubs, I sure did after he turned my butt just as sore -3- (I’ll probably do it again tho >w<)

You can cum in someone’s mouth, but with a catch of course. Sissy needs practice with Daddy, after all. So mommy uses you as a demonstration. It’s nice at first despite the repeated stop and go, but she won’t stop til Daddy finishes, no matter how many times you do. It’s a drastic difference.+

In my defense, what else are babies supposed to do while watching cartoons? 😵‍💫 NOT hump their thick diapers?

Daddy’s tired of cartoons. He wants to watch his adult shows, the shows you used to watch. You find yourself restrained in the bedroom, paci-gagged, babyish mind-melting cartoons on the tv. By the time Daddy returns, your diaper will be soaked, just proving his point that you’re not big enough!

Everyday is different under Daddy’s control. You watch a different cartoon, eat different snacks, wear a different outfit! You make cummies in a different way too. Humping, bouncing, plugs, wands. Sometimes Daddy just fucks you, sometimes you bounce on his knee in a poopy diaper until you squirt.

You insist you’re grown, but are you? Adults bounce on daddy’s dick, you bounce on daddy’s knee. (With a plug up your tushy if you’re lucky) Up, down, up, down. They cum all over his cock, daddy cums inside them. You go stickies in your diaper, daddy coos at you before putting you down for a nap.

“What’s wrong, kiddo? You asked for pants, I gave you pants. They DO hide your diaper, buddy. And now you won’t make a mess if you leak! It’s a win-win. Now go watch cartoons and play with your toys until Daddy’s friends get here. They’re excited to meet the new baby~”

Took a gummy and somehow ended up like this.. but I can’t say I have any complaints :3

There’s nothing that makes me feel small like babying. Especially in response to me speaking/acting like a big boy. 😵‍💫 Doing something as simple as reminding Daddy where his keys are, only to get a response like: “Aw, such a smart little baby! Thanks buddy!” With a pat on the butt.

Instead of giving you time to whine when he takes his mouth off your no-no parts, Daddy blows a raspberry on your lower tummy and begins a tickle attack. While you can pout all you want with those grumpy eyes, you’re still gonna be giggling and squirming like a baby, against your will~

Counting is great for babies! Daddy’s just helping you when he brings a bowl of banana slices to the changing mat. “Can you show me how high you can count, sweetpea? Cmon, count with dada~” And he’ll make sure you whimper out each number thru your binky as he pushes another slice up your bottom 😵‍💫

I love when arousal is written off as ‘feeling funny’ because you’re too little to know better. You just feel all tingly and need an adult to take care of it for you. Don’t worry about those big adult words to describe it, just tell a grown up when you get those funny feelings!

What’s more refreshing than having a day or two of relentless forced babying? Waking up behind crib bars/bed rails, locked mittens and spiked booties rendering you useless til an adult wakes up. ☀️ An eventless morning diaper change followed by being dressed in the cutest babyish outfit. 🧸 +

“Based on that empty baba, I’d say you’ll be asleep in ten minutes! What? Of course I put sleepy meds in your bottle! You’ve been fussy all day, I knew you’d fuss about your strict 8pm bedtime. Now you can’t argue while Daddy has some adult time. You’ll be fast asleep like a baby! Night, cucky~”

Need a day where I’m edged relentlessly, melting my brain into a needy baby mess. Keeping me plugged, turning it on randomly throughout the day but only for a few minutes. I’ll pout the first time it’s turned off, but by afternoon, I’ll be a crying little pent up baby >w<

Maybe it’s just because they’re foods you eat with your hands, but fruits and veggies give me such baby vibes. Cut up strawberries making your hands sticky, mushy bananas on your bib, crunching on tiny carrots and smearing peanut butter across your mouth with apple slices. 🤤

PS you should be kept in a nursery and pacifier trained, diaper trained, and slowly mentally eroded by hypnotic nursery rhymes until you can't hold a single grownup idea in your head by a real grownup who dresses you in cute outfits and keeps you locked and diapered and supervised

Walking around the grocery store dressed in an outfit Daddy picked out, diapered bottom sore from last night’s spanking, holding onto the side of the cart like a good boy so Daddy might let you pick out a special treat~ Yeah, that’s becoming the average Monday >.< at least I wasn’t plugged…

Dunno if it’s an official toddler achievement to gross out your well-seasoned Daddy with the mess that ensues after a coffee enema but I’ve earned it IN MY DEFENSE, it was Friendsgiving this past weekend and I’ve been constipated -3-

It’s fun to mindlessly horny post until Daddy uses one of them as inspiration Last night, for example, when I was forced to read a babyish book about how much I loved Daddy and if I stopped reading, he’d pull the buzzy wand out of reach. Unfair, if you ask me -3-

Prostate play + treating you like a clueless baby = 🫠 “Daw, somebody’s clenching around my fingers. Does that feel funny? Is that your tingly spot? See, we don’t even have to touch your lil bits! Just play a bit of horsey on Daddy’s fingers and you’re squirting after a few rubs on your lil button!”

You can argue you’re big enough for sex, but you’re gonna end up humping a plushy through a thick pamper or getting diaper rubs til you spurt. “Hush, just bite your binky, baby. We’ll talk about big kid cummies when you last longer than the Barney theme song. For now, focus on filling your diaper~”

Potty training must be frustrating for parents, cus I’m doing the reverse (having to sit on the potty in my diapers to trick my brain into messing) and it’s infuriating how my body just doesn’t cooperate -3- Need a cute lil training potty to use and slowly wean off of >.<

Timed orgasms are a great concept, both ways — counting and count down. Having a lil stop watch proudly display the pitifully short amount of time it took you to cum like a cute little prejac toddler. Or watching a timer tick down as your chance to cum before it goes off gets slimmer and slimmer.

“Oh please, you act like your life didn’t get better after I illegally adopted you.” You didn’t take care of yourself, just came in a sad tissue every night to porn. Now dad bottlefeeds you, plays enriching cartoons, brushes your teeth, keeps you chaste, and changes your diapers! Much better, hm?”

You can squirm in your restraints, thick pampers, spiked booties, and locked mittens as if you have a chance at getting away, but your efforts are just gonna be written off by the grownups. “Daw, someone’s a wiggly worm. Such a restless toddler today! You need to get those wiggles out, huh baby?”

Eventually you’ll be so sensitive that you’ll cum just from a lil tickle on the special button in your tushy. The adults can tire you out with a methodical flex of their fingers over and over until you’re too limp to fight as they use your hole, pumping into that swollen spot with every thrust!

“Are you sure you’re too big and tough for butt stuff, love? You say that, but that cute little pucker of yours is swallowing the plug right up! Lucky for you, that toy should boop your sensitive button aaaaall day inside your thick diaper, every time you move. Doesn’t that sound fun, bubba?~”

I knew I was a pretty squirmy boy but I have to say it was an embarrassing surprise to basically get a diaper rash/burn on my dick from rubbing too much.. Apparently baby powder and a dry hand isn’t a good idea. Guess I learned my lesson -3-

Hi everyone! Otto’s daddy here. He’s up stairs snoozing so I thought I’d take a min to share an idea I had a while ago. I got him this cute little journal and asked him to start keeping track of our scenes. But it’s turned out to be a wonderful tool to reference when I need ideas!

I love the idea of fleshlights being used on small wieners or tiny cages. You’re barely even penetrating it, feel so small inside it, look so adorably pathetic trying to fuck it. Could be a stuffie fleshlight, or one with a rattle attached. Anything to make it as embarrassing as possible.

You’re discreet while humping and bouncing on Daddy’s lap as he talks with his friends. You know Daddy knows when his leg starts teasingly bouncing. But it doesn’t matter how subtle you were when Daddy stands and announces: “Alright, I guess it’s time we head out. The little one’s getting horny.”

I knew I’d like being around Daddy’s friends, I’ve had lots of fantasies >w< But that did not prepare me for falling asleep on Daddy around his friends and waking up to him nudging me with a “hey kiddo” followed by “aw”s from everyone else in the room Will be thinking about this for A WHILE -3-

Haven’t been in a super full diaper in a while and if there was any question as to if I’ve been corrupted to toddler brain, me missing thick squishy diapers kind of answers it -3- Nothing more mind melting than crawling around in a droopy diaper >.<