Got so high last night that I had to say goodbye to friends in the middle of a game to go put on a wet diaper over my already saturated diaper and then sniff another in the bathtub with the magic wand. This is the first time I've ever felt so compelled and honestly I hope it isn't the last time.

On this Valentine's Day let us join a woman and her teddy bear as she looks back and does an inventory on herself in: archiveofourown.org/works/79544336 Shoutouts to @omopurrr.bsky.social for talking with me about this as it was being written!

I've been using La Petite Creme before applying powder and then barrier cream. It feels really nice and just adds to the various goops and anointment that accompany a diaper change in a really pleasing way.

Nothing more normal than waking up in a soaked diaper only to soak it more as you begin the day.

Finished my latest story and now I get to enter the editing mines.

The sweet and innocent hearted attempt to air out after a particularly soggy night time diaper only to meet with a pair of soaked pants and a lesson learnt.

Pressure cooked a boneless chicken leg half in some Slap Ya Mama and chicken bouillon. Made some gravy with that and having mashed potatoes along with organic sweet peas. This is like the perfect wintertime breakfast I can *feel* myself getting more resistant to cold by the bite.

There's waking up and having a bladder void, a way of bedwetting with plausible deniability; "Oh, I can make it next time if I rush." Waking up already this soggy though? No walking this back. You need overnight protection for when you are most comfortable. And there's no going back...

My mom makes me tape my dips 'Cause my dips get sticky when the landing sticks 'Cause I wear a thick diaper that hugs my hips Everybody likes poofy dips!

She's a 10 and her body takes doing the dishes as a sign to unleash even more piss than normal.

Love that feeling when the beginnings of a story hit the brain right as you're falling asleep.

The game group is locked-in. Conflicting schedules scheme no more as you unite for progress in your survival crafter. Nothing can go wrong until your mic picks up a cheerful maternal voice & sounds of a minor struggle. Then "Looks like this little gamer needs a power-up" followed by involuntary AFK.

The winter sun augmented by the snow on the ground beaming down as you lay in your crib, face sticky with drool from the pacifier that is your constant companion. No matter the season the infantile accoutrements of your day-to-day accompany you still.

It's fascinating how strong relationships just work, as someone who's been in some less than ideal ones. Like, wow you and your partner(s) just like work together and adapt and grow with something becoming a mutual interest instead of having to fit a particular mold and falling out of that is wrong?

When does working oneself stop feeling like cleaning an unopened museum? Does the howling wind calm down when you can talk with others but what you know you need continues to elude you?

Powder only for night time is unwise in any situation. So airing out before a change is the only computation. Alas you had forgotten the charge on your bladder. You see, it drains without care as it makes it gladder. And that was why I had to do a load of laundry this morning.

Dark Ageplay: Every diaper change is bet on DiapKings dot com or on PissyMarket and you are an unwilling participant in futures manipulation.

The feeling of breakfast in the overnight diaper. Knowing that at any moment the dam could burst and only reveal a flood when you stand up. Taking the bowl to the sink to clean only to feel a deluge that would end the little dutch boy and any confidence you can exist without your everpresent diapers

Incon Gamer Swag is when you wear a nighttime diaper during the day to ensure you spend less time having to consider a change.

My body's been making sure I understand how much I need my diapers as of late. Little leaks in the brief moment between changes, a period of airing out that becomes more about rushing to the restroom and back, and other reminders. What else can be done besides more cream and powder and prayer?

Merry Christmas!

The graceful lighting illuminates the contours and curves of her body including the soiled overnight diaper. And not one piece is out of place.

Even with all this time I still have to get a little fussy at times before I change my diaper. In this I feel more empathy with babies and realize we are truly kindred spirits of sorts.

Learnt last night when getting ready for bed that I somewhat change diapers even better while high. I wonder what that means.

You know, I used to resent having to buy cases of diapers. I hated spending the money and I always felt like I could never fit them right leading to leaks and general malaise. But now it just feels right. It's almost a happy thing, you know? I'm in diapers now and that isn't changing anytime soon.

You know, bedwetter tea is so established that it has an entry in BitterGrey's website. I wonder if adding a cup of peppermint tea to the mix would augment the qualities of the other two component teas (dandelion and catnip) or take away.

This morning I woke up while voiding. We're reaching new forms of bedwetting previously thought impossible.

Feeling very called out by the Costco app's push notifications.

Dark ageplay: you touch a doorknob and then put a finger in your mouth.

The warm snuggle of a plush friend, the inviting cling of drool to a pacifier rested face. These are treasures few will allow themselves to understand.

The soft swelling of her diapers and the thick richness of her thighs.

Imagine the photographic record of your regression. Reams upon reams of cake stained faces on first birthdays, family Christmas cards where the baby is only growing cuter and more infantile year by year, all easily accessible and handily offered to any and all guest of Mommy & Momma faces with pride

A rumble in the tummy on the highway home. Makes me feel like I'm not alone. Full focus on driving leaves no focus on pushing. Until a grimace and slight whine gives way to smoshing. And all is well.

Sure some piss seeped out of my diaper went I got up to go change. But that's just how it is when awareness grows ever more slim and the hydration levels are high.

Happy MST3k Turkey Day to all who celebrate the reason for the season.

Name a better dream team than an incontinent cutie and her diapers.

Waking up in the morning and risking not changing out of the nighttime diaper until after breakfast. An endeavor riskier than the World Series of Poker.

Mornings like this make me realize that a dry night is far, far away.

Soaking your nighttime diaper during breakfast to the point of a leak without awareness. Sunup Deluge...

How easy it is to just go blank to stimuli. What was once a cacophony of crinkles becomes silence to your ears. What was once a waddle befitting a penguin or an uncoordinated toddler became your normal gait. The throne in the washroom transitioning to occasional towel storage. Never going back..

A strange game. The only winning move is to change and play again.

When I use the Magic Wand on my diapers? I am standing on the shoulders of giants, of the women who came before me to ensure that my increasingly infantile existence meets unfathomable sexual pleasure.

Bedwetting so bad that you are doomed to complete multiple loads of laundry after waking up. Bedwetting so good that you are delighted to wand to the fact that you have to complete multiple loads of laundry after waking up and taking a bath ASAP.

Felt it was time to throw my hat in the ring and attempt to defeat Exa myself. Based on my first result it looks like I'll have to challenge again.

Dealing with syntax errors for a good thirty-forty minutes made me glad that I set my imaginary deadline for the visual novel project I'm working on to next year's Halloween.

I had to wash my blanket this morning because it was slightly damp with the unmistakable scent of aged piss. What a nostalgic smell, you know? It's almost pleasant when it ages a tad and lacks the acridness of a more vintage variety. Giving off notes of adolescence and vanilla before the wash cycle.

The best part about wearing diapers? It's wearing diapers. The worst part about wearing diapers? Diaper disposal day.

You know the baby vaseline and lotion maybe aren't the most mature solutions for lubrication during masturbation. But they could be waved away with "any port in a storm" or some other excuse. It's the thinking about playing peak-a-boo during climax that really is key to the infantile nature at play.

Inside of me are two wolves. One is saying "arrrrgh I gotta spend money to buy diapers" and the other is saying "yay I get to spend money to buy diapers". Either way, I have to buy diapers today.

"Why does this bad ending not work in Ren'py?" Hmmm, I wonder if moving the bad ending to before the continued gameplay will fix it. "*works without issue*" We're going to have a fun time, you and I.