POV: you're on a playdate with me and I need a cute face to smother with my full pampers! Go ahead, come closer and open wide~

Easily embarrassed diaper dependent tot who's constantly having humiliating accidents in their huggies despite all efforts x Casual and shameless pamper packer who eagerly bottoms out their seat with muck at every opportunity and is an awful influence on the other's potty control..

Once the star player of an esports team, after your team learns of your crinkly pastimes, they decide to demote you to the team baby! Forcing you into bulky printed diapers, padded mittens, and a baby carseat fit with a 5-point harness! And with every loss, they'll add more gear~

Yes, that includes you, pushiepamps~

Hypnotically trained to push in your pampers whenever you see someone else do it! Mommy brings a playmate who's similarly trained; once one of you makes pushies, you'll be setting each other off over and over again! Hopefully you regain control before your huggies hit the floor.. Or maybe not~

Happy Valentines Day! You may be too much of a pathetic little baby to have a real valentine today, but at least you have my full, stinky diapers to snoof and kiss all day.. Go ahead, they're waiting for you~ <3

I also designed a pamp print as part of a little art contest a friend of mine hosted, here it is: Nursery Nightfalls! From dry days to soggy nights~ Also a silly little scribble i did of it! Feel free to share your own diaper designs if you have any: THERE ARE ALWAYS ARTISTS WANTING TO DESIGN! <3

All your plushies are waiting for you! And they have just what a baby like you needs.. Come on, don't be shy, join them~

So focused on humping your stuffies to notice your flagging tail, too lost in huffy baby bliss to try to hold it~ Paci-muffled moans interrupted by grunts as you suddenly push a mudslide into your soaked pampers, the rapid bloom of mushy warmth instantly making you spurt into your fwumping diapers~

It's play play play! Until i get stopped for lots of squishy diaper checks.. maybe knee bounces too?~

Mommy loves measuring you against the wall with a ruler and a crayon But it's not your height she's tracking, it's how round and squishy that pudgy tummy of yours has gotten! You heft your chubby legs with a crinkly waddle over to the wall for your weekly weigh-in:

My take on the new expanded ABDL-adjacent kink tier list!! Link's here if you fill it out: tiermaker.com/create/diape... The favourites may be obvious if you've read my stuff.. @////@

A recent haunted nursery escapee, you're left with only a shred of your continence, having to wear diapers 24/7.. But every time you helplessly pack your pampers, you can't help but revel in the blissful loss of control and mushy warmth~ Maybe you should pay your old friends a visit~

This dumb tail won't stop hiking my skirt up!.. All the squishing paws and compliments aren't helping either! I can't stop wagging! >////<

Bringing your most experienced friend with you to explore a diaper dungeon! Little did you know, they've been itching to see someone fall victim to all of its traps Sabotaging you and luring your way into puffy diapers, frilly dresses and swirly eyes Enjoy being their stinky little dungeon crawler~

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~