Regression training has taken away your object permanence - out of sight; out of mind. When you're buckled into your highchair for your fifth daily feeding of lax-laced baby food, its tray blocks your view of your pampers, even if they're on broad display for everyone else~

Humping Daddy's knee in your swollen pampers despite knowing what it does to your tummy.. Trying to make stickies quickly, bouncing harder but worsening the tummy gurgles It ends in you losing control, making pushies, and immediately cumming as Daddy's knee smushes your accident against you~

Just minutes before the turn of the New Year, Mommy and Daddy have a wonderful idea. You nervously babble nonsense around your paci as you watch them muttering and chuckling to each other from your playpen. This never ended well..

Mommy seems overwhelmed by all the diapers Santa left you for Christmas.. Her solution? Keeping you double diapered at all times! She loves watching you waddle through the snow like a crinkly little penguin, especially when you warm yourself up~ But don't expect a change any time soon!~

Filtered sunlight through soft, star-printed curtains guides you out of sleep You stir, soft and pillowy padding keeping your legs spread, crinklesquishing with each drowsy shuffle A low sigh escapes you through the vents of your pacifier, which bobs gently between your lips as you nurse on it..

You always "make room" during your highchair feedings, but this time Mommy has you buckled in so tight that you've no space to make pushies! But as soon as you're fed and unbuckled, dinner rapidly rushes out of you in a stinky mudslide.. "So you DO have room for more, sit back down pushiepamps~"

Stuck in pampers so immensely thick and squishy from your incessant soaking, that when your tummy rumbles with the need to empty itself, your clumsy little legs can't even stay balanced as you toddle towards the potty! Waddling and stumbling over yourself as your belly growls~

Slipping, slowly; endlessly.. :3

Mommy filling you with a warm, soapy enema before taking you to see santa! Paci firmly lodged between your lips, and doubly thick huggies taped snugly around your waist, you're planted on the lap of the jolly old man, squirming as he asks you what you want for Christmas..

Daddy's tired of your endless proclamations that you're a big strong boy, so he's going to make you his helpless little princess. Stuck in the most obnoxiously pink diapers and dressed in so many frills you've no hope of getting them off before you end up helplessly making pushies in them~

A haunted nursery with a reality warp curse that causes every denial of your infancy and helplessness to exacerbate it.. Sentient plushies approach you making teasing comments, but your declaration that you're not a diaper wearing baby only has your underwear puffing out..

Forced and buckled into a highchair, stuffed full of fattening baby food to round you out and pull your diaper taut, then unbuckled! So much pudgier and chubbier that your squidgy tummy has you stuck in the seat anyway.. And if you're still sat, may as well feed you even more! Open wide, tubbytot~

Dumped in quarantine after a regressive virus has run rampant, a data management error landing you in a chamber with several contagious regressees.. Only seconds pass before they surround you, pin you under their droopy diapers, and begin messing with your head~

EXP-drain paci that steals your levels in order to unlock new powers! Lvl 2: Sweet teat Lvl 3: Perma-equip~ Lvl 4: INT-drain... Lvl 5: Addictive! Slowly suckling all your hard earned levels away, Too lost in drooly bliss to notice the Diaper trap tile, which hosts many of its own babyish curses~

Your stuffies are grumpy that you never bring them new fluffy friends home anymore, so they're gonna turn you into one! Feeling lighter and warmer with every second, underwear puffing into thick pampers as you stare into their swirly eyes~

Regression feedback loops! The more you use your diapers, the more your potty training detiorates.. The more you suckle on your paci, the more dependent you become on it for comfort~ The more you obey Mommy, the harder it is to resist her requests..

Something stinks around here.. Can you help me find it?

I'm in love with these already :3

Now appropriately dressed :3

MY FRIEND TURNED ME INTO A MARKETABLE PLUSHIE!!!

Now halfway through Locktober, Daddy has grown addicted to the sight of your ceaseless pent-up fussing and endless attempts to find release in your diapers, be it via plushie humps or your buzzy wand.. So he's decided to keep you caged even longer! Flushing your keys down the potty you can't use~

Mommy says that if your diaper isn't clean, there's no need to let you use the potty until you're in a fresh one! Worse? You don't get to choose when you change.. she'll wait until your huggies are drooping to your knees! Aw.. your tummy's rumbly? Then it's a shame you're already damp, gurgleguts~

MancFurs is today! Come tug on my sleeve if you find me! :3

Snugly stuck in a baby carrier facing out from Mommy's chest, her friends smoking all sorts and taking turns kissing you, slowly turning your brain to mush as it's swarmed with a cocktail of drugs, your pampers quickly swelling in your dazed, mindless state Don't worry; you won't remember a thing~

EXP-drain paci that steals your levels in order to unlock new powers! Lvl 2: Sweet teat Lvl 3: Perma-equip~ Lvl 4: INT-drain... Lvl 5: Addictive! Slowly suckling all your hard earned levels away, Too lost in drooly bliss to notice the Diaper trap tile, which hosts many of its own babyish curses~

It's always naptime when I'm around :3 Usually followed by a sorely needed diaper change.. >////>

I vote we start referring to all abdl protogens and baby bots as digitoddlers And for those of you who aren't already packing pampers rather than crunching numbers, a few changes to your files is all it will take~ :3c

Bea having a swing!! This pic is too cute for me to not share it LOOKAT HIM

Dashing to the potty as you're about to burst! Your flustered toddles pause for a moment as you feel a trickle in your pampers Your cheeks redden as your will to hold it is washed away by the blissful loss of control and blossom of warmth in your swelling huggies... Maybe potty training can wait~

Things are happening! :3 How many of you tots have been patiently waiting for me to pack THESE pampers?~

Good diaper maids are too busy for potty breaks! But I could use a seat to rest on for a while~

BWUH WHO TOLD YOU >//////<

Held down by Mommy, boring blue clothes stripped away, a thorough powdering and double diapering as your inferior strength is totally overwhelmed, a frilly locking cover soon follows, your favourite pair of ruffled mittens and cuffed spiked baby booties~

On my way to MancFurs! If you see me come say hi! :3

Daddy guiding your hand to the seat of your diaper after you've made pushies, making you smush it around until you get so lost in the warm, bubbly squelches of your muck that you don't even notice that Daddy's no longer holding your hand, instead recording his huffy little mushtush~

Birthday diapers! :3

"Since it's baby's FIRST birthday, I think they should have the cake all for themself~" Mommy plunges a big baby spoon into a spongy, creamy cake, barely making a dent in the huge, layered concoction of sugar and fluff: "Open up. It's going in your diapers one way or another~"

It's my 2nd 1st birthday or something! Maybe this will be the year I finally graduate diapers :3

Trained to lose your grown-up thoughts at the sound of a special bell, only to have that bell tied around your tail! Now, every slight waggle leaves you dribbling into your diapers, leading to giddy, gleeful tail swishes that exacerbate things until you've dumped out all of your potty training!

Stuck bobbing in your walker in front of the big TV, you see your favourite characters coo and cheer in front of pretty swirls, encouraging you to use your diapers: "Good babies pack their pampers! A mushy tot is a happy tot! Don't think, just stink!~"

With Summer coming to a close, get ready for Mommy to start dressing you in muuch thicker outfits So much so that when your tummy starts to get all rumbly, you won't be able to fiddle your way out of them before your diaper's as brown as the autumn leaves! Have fun, waddlepants~

My birthday is coming soon!! If you wanna see me pack more pretty diapers, sport new baby outfits, send a 1st birthfay gift or simply show some love, give my Throne or Ko-Fi a peek!! Much love babies, I'm gonna be a big kittycub soon enough! :3c ko-fi.com/kittycubbear throne.com/kittycub_bear

You've been an overachiever your entire life But now you're squirming on Mommy's lap as your tummy gurgles.. And when she whispers "it's okay to fail, baby.." All you can do is whimper and grunt around your thumb as you helplessly cram your diaper with muddy babymuck~

You make a much better potty than any porcelain or plastic one: Your body warmth against mine as I tug your diaper's waistband back... Your precious little whimpers as you feel me fill the back of your pampers The feeling of them swelling and squishing against my paw when my work is done~

I got bottlefed so much milk today and being the good baby i am I suckled it all down.. But then my tummy got super bubbly and before I knew it I'd utterly destroyed my diaper /)////(\ It's full to the brim with plushie pushies.. >~< Any laps open?~

Daycare staff that are VERY casual about your potty training and big kid progress: Gently guiding your thumb back into your mouth when you pluck it out... Encouraging you to walk when they see you dashing for the potty with a gurgling tummy~

These onesie buttons are too fiddly! I couldn't get it off in time >////<

"This is ridiculous." You shyly mumble to your partner as you assess your reflection. Your eyes can't look away from the diaper around your waist. It looks obnoxious, it feels silly. "Aww don't be such a grumpy baby, you promised you'd try it for at least a bit~"

I redrew my sona! Lookat them!

It was hard enough to waddle when Daddy started numbing your legs with medicine, but now that he's taping you into super-swelling diapers, you're forced to crawl after just a wetting or two! Daddy snickers, holding up a pair of spiked booties: "You're just so much cuter on all fours, why go back?~"