Made oyakodon with cheese spätzle this morning. Call me Chef Bobby of Robota Chane with the way I mix Japanese and German cuisines in new and unique ways.

She has curves for days and new pj pants

It started with some piss (How did it come to this?) I think it always will

She has that hourglass waist she has that bountiful chest and she has that big soggy DIAPER

Wake up to a wet shirt (that smelt faintly of ammonia) and a wetter diaper. I must have been really relaxed last night.

Showers busted but the incontinence don't stop. Pray for me, the tons of wipes now in the garbage, and my hands which still don't feel fully clean despite multiple washes.

A single diaper for an entire shift? Easy peasy when it has a liter and a half capacity.

Baseball manga can be so inspirational.

Week Three was kind of a nightmare with my landlord pressing on me and then my own fear and desire for avoidance in actually getting this done. And of course, I decided on something experimental to challenge myself. And yet I persisted. archiveofourown.org/works/70355511 #ABDL #ABDLWeeklyPrompts

Feel like I need a hero aura that follows me around saying WETTER OF THE BED

Another summer fades away in diapers. The weather turns cooler, the need for bottom covering besides your diaper becomes more and more apparent. Seasons change and yet there is always that one constant.

The vert act of documenting bedwetting. Of showing on social media the results of yet another storm cloud on your chart. Of presenting a soggy diaper hugging your hips which protected your bed. I love it.

The fulling of urgency that builds as the airing out period ends. Sure, you're on your incontinence pad in bed, so it wouldn't be that big of a problem if it just leaked out. You're far and away from any sort of intentionality with it at this point but at least you can rustle up and get padded.

Bedwetting hit me like a truck last night.

I had an initial plan for how this was going to go, but more pressing matters took me away from writing last night. I gotta say, I like how this ended up being even more than the original concept. archiveofourown.org/works/69597891 #ABDL #ABDLWeeklyPrompts

The feeling of the empty page being defeated in contemplation. When you get just the right idea to move the story forward that nothing can stand in your way until the first draft is done.

Curves and delightful staining in the contemplative mood that accompanies afterglow.

This was exactly what I needed to get out of a bit of writer's block I've been facing with a longer story. archiveofourown.org/works/69131201 #ABDL #ABDLWeeklyPrompts

This is who runs this account.

My heart is drawn to bags and pouches. Not even as storage for things to put in them, but to the actual kit. There's something about the protentional of what you can put into them that always holds more of a sway over me than the actual reality of packing and transit; buying how we want to be always

O muse of nocturnal enuresis hear my plea You have soaked my sheets, wet my pads, and bepissed my diapers What have I done to earn the benefits of your bounty, muse? Is it in preparing for you overnight? Or is it through acts of devotion? I will sing your song tonight and tomorrow and tomorrows

Presenting an image of casual coolness as an adult to neglect the needy infantile toddler within. Transcending history and the world, a tale of souls and diapers, eternally retold.

Diaper dependency like cut flowers. Something that can beauty a room, a life, a world but is inherently disposable, is full of the transient beauty of it all. Tape tape tape tape and a few hours gone into a plastic bag and then next day onto a landfill or furnace to never be seen again.

The moment before you change for the night, the task that punches the ticket for the Dreamland Express 999, the end of the weekend and the start of the day.

Sometimes writing is reading poetry so you can reference it in a diaper fic. Sometimes writing is watching a film so you can use it as grist in writing references to poetry for a diaper fic.

Bought this shirt just to pose for a picture while wearing it lol.

Staining piss at night Lady's delight Staining piss in morning Sailor take warning

Waking up heavily soggy is one thing. It's normal, expected even. But to have my bladder unleash a deluge so bad that the bottom of my shirt got wet after I briefly got out of bed to fix a sheet? That's special.

Last night I had a vision before bed of a brilliant greenness in a field of violet ultramarine. And this morning I woke up to a soggy diaper. One must conclude that all is well.

Saw the new 4K release of Summer Wars in the theater earlier today. It hit much harder than when I first watched it, especially in this age of genAI slopification. The importance of communicating with others on a personal level is something that I'll keep with me moving forward. And my, what a cast!

There's something to be said about the concept of maintenance spankings. A spanking is already something that is entwined with so many concepts, you know? A potpourri with scents of child abuse and adult endorphin release. But maintenance is something else entirely. It's taking something special to

When the light is running low And the shadows start to grow And the dry bed that you knew Seem like fantasy There's a diaper on your bum That’s still shining like your thumb With the truth The promise in our hearts Don't forget It's with you in the dark

You know I stay true to Rosemary.

Going absolutely feral this morning thinking about being shown off to Mommy and Mama's curious friends. "Oh that's Maribel, she failed adulthood so she's a baby again." "Poor girl just couldn't handle it, huh? Attagirl for trying." "Isn't this what you wanted? Babies don't get to make decisions."

The sweet naive babygirl princess: I'm not *that* soggy, I can totally go to bed without changing. Her diaper:

You change your diaper. You wipe wipe wipe, you powder, and you smear barrier cream into your most intimate of areas. And then you fluff another diaper and tape tape tape tape. You're almost surgical in your precision. This all comes so naturally to you now. It's so easy to shift what's normal.

I have posted my first (but not last) Homestuck fanfic on AO3 (and will be posting it other places like DA and DD soon). You can find it right here: archiveofourown.org/works/68084736 Perfect if you like Homestuck, film noir, and diapers. Or if you just like well written goofy stories.

You know she wet the bed and then had a brief tummy rumble still in bed after waking up!

One time, in Japanese class in high school, we had to sign the body parts song. You know the one, I'm sure. The classic "head, shoulders, knees, and toes" ditty. It was fun in the moment even if a little embarrassing to do covered in angst hormones. But then another student came in and shattered it.

Putting up records like you wouldn't believe. Hump Day combo with the big stuffie and wand on max setting until I see stars, crying out so babyishly that it's making all the Mommies in the county start leaking ambrosia. I am the peak baby! I say it loud and proud with gentle nuking in afterglow.

Waking up in the middle of the night not because of the bedwetting, but because your throat is parched enough to demand a glass of water before slumber can resume. And this is the result. Worth it, isn't it?

Inspired by a recent posting from @ducksandquacks.bsky.social I decided to see if this old pair of underwear would fit over my diaper. And honestly? I don't think you can even tell I'm wearing one!

The buzzing of the wand, heavy in hand Meets purchase with the diaper enclosing the gland As the grown woman's pretentions fade away fast To emerge once as the girl needing gratification at last Encouragement fills her soft ear As a sticky wetness coats her rear And all is right in this heat.

Bedwetting is great, no complains at all about it. But when you leak past the incontinence pads onto the sheet and have a load of laundry to do in the morning? Ahhh, how frustrating.

So the climax for the story I've been writing is a parody/tribute to "The Third Man", specifically the carousel and chase scenes. I rewatched the film to make sure I could nail down the feeling oh, three months or so ago. I gotta get better at longer writing efforts!

The view from the floor was striking at first. Cast down to accompany the coffee table and toys while your caregiver gossiped and networked with a friend of hers from work. It wasn't the biggest shock, her friend assured you, more and more women are choosing the toddler life. Plus you wear it well!

I made a little guided bedtime oral fixation file. It's not got any triggers or solid induction, just a bit of hypnotic patter and guided imagery. If that's up your alley grab something to suckle on, and get ready for bed little ones. soundgasm.net/u/MommyRika/...

Being a little is sometimes remembering Timmy the Tooth while hanging out with friends and then nearly crying over the lost Timmy the Tooth stuffie you had when you were young.

Trickles of sunlight beam down on the betinkled diaper, its owner in quiet understanding that bedwetting happens even during a short nap.

Jeez, I can't believe I got got by a genAI "art". Gotta redouble my efforts to avoid that shit.