I knew when I went to bed that I was unbelievably soggy. But in an altered head state it felt like the most right thing in the world. And of course, waking up after additional deposits due to bedwetting meant the diaper was completely tapped out. It made the subsequent wanding all the more a delight

In my private moments I wonder how much further this whole thing can go. I imagine losing the ability to even manage my own incontinence to a figure who would delight in nothing more than even thicker and noticeable solutions and frills galore. How much more infantile with a steady hand at the helm?

I got so incredibly high last night that I kept being amazed at my diapers and how infantile I am in temperament, lifestyle, and appearance. Chat am I cooked?

Why is it that when I barely drink anything before bed I still end up in a saturated diaper?

Diaper full of piss and sweat from a cookout today.

Trying on a maid uniform I got recently and yeah, this is the perfect peak for play parties.

Learnt about Pink Pearl the other day and I've never been so inspired to go through my still growing art skills to draw a character in a diaper. Lord knows she needs it. Lord knows it'd help her healing. Pink Pearl I see myself in you and I know what you need and what will help you accept yourself.

Only one way to send off a diaper this well loved.

You know, there is so much beauty in this world. That's what I'm struck by even in these times.

Any semblance of not needing my diapers has all but faded away.

What's the point of fade when wet designs when you're always wet?

Suffice to say, this was proven a worktime necessity.

I've been wearing higher capacity diapers with a booster for work days. It was inevitable, really. Sometimes I'd leak through my second change of the work day and that would negatively affect my mood (and to say nothing about my poor chair). Moodwise it feels right. Appropriate. Truly necessary...

Suffice to say, waking up in a diaper as soggy as this and then wanding myself until I'm babbling and coo-ing for "Mama" is doing wonders for my sense of maturity and adulthood.

The usual boudoir on Big Diaper Friday.

I was so drunk when I put on this diaper that when I got back to my desk chair there was a massive wet spot from the previous one.

In my mid-thirties and I'm still going to bed dry in cartoon print pajamas and waking up sogged up.

Bsky preaching to the choir because it knows I know how important it is.

Is the blue line defeat or victory? Is it a loss to not make it to the facilities night after night or is responsibly managing that inevitability a win?

I was setting up a webcam yesterday after taking a bath, as one does. The interesting thing to me was that seeing myself from a new angle in different light made me realize how beautiful my physical form actually is. I felt the same amorous feelings that I exhibit towards other women of volume. Nice

Oh Polyhymnia, hear my plea This verse, this diaper of pee All offered, in lust and glee My twenty-four spree This princess sits not on a pea So important is being your devotee That of toilet she is everfree!

I'd say this diaper is not so big for BDF but any level of sog is big to a greenhorn.

All the real ones know that I've been accepted by little baby pugs as one of their own. And this wonderful sketch by @omopurrr.bsky.social proves it!

This is closer than I would have expected. The link is here: southernriverotter.github.io/twitter-anal...

Took a picture of myself in a water logged diaper and thought "Wow, I look really pretty".

Gold Star Lesbian? Terrible, leave it in the past. White Star Lesbian? As in, a lesbian whose only ever cum in diapers? Wonderful, need to see more of it today and tomorrow.

It's funny. I woke up in the middle of the night in the middle of wetting the bed. I didn't think to try and make it to the restroom or anything. Instead I thought that I should clean my comforter in case I leaked.

Cool and casual BDF!

I was changing post bath and after getting my tapes taped I unconsciously muttered "I feel normal again". My sense of normalcy at this point is when I'm wearing my diapers rather than the odd moments (a little bit before, during, and after ablutions/changes) when I'm not. Adaptation is wonderful.

It's contrast, you know?

In a diaper full of last night's piss and this morning's offering The woman of toddler learnings and her magic wand do proffering The slickness inside meets the gossiping out Until the mutual pleasure of both arrives without doubt Leading to recharging for two and for one, coffering!

Pulled a tape off when changing into a mint Trest. I hope this doesn't mean anything for the rest of today.

Any other diaper I can pretend to myself is just absorbent underwear, you know? It can come in pretty colors or in adorable if juvenile prints and still just be underwear. But when the diaper is this thick, this white, and with a wetness indicator? No chance. No excuses, I need my diapers. Badly.

Nine Games in no particular order~~ my9games.com

The oversaturated night time diaper on her hips. The gentle vibrations of the buzzy wand on her front. The luscious thighs which can't meet to kiss due to all the piss. The realization that this is one of the better ways to reap the promise of a new day.

Upon reflection, the "Just My Size Barbie" really did plant a seed in my heart that grew into a full sized watermelon. There's just something about an idealized version of yourself who's the same size, you know? Twinning with how you wish you could be. And if that twin is "smaller"? Oh good golly.

The plastic food in the toy kitchen. The satchels of flour and sugar to be cooked under lightbulb for an easy bake. A doll that looks just like you that you can baby and mother again and again. The toys that prepare you for adult life. Wait. Can't put away that childish thing. She really wets...

Dangerous curves ahead Simply laying in bed Blanket in hand And showing her gland Leave her unread?

Some of those last ones were devious.

Bedwet and leaked so bad that I'm up hours earlier than normal. Que sera sera.

Made it into Cap 2027!!!

Woke up, took this photo, and had to change a couple minutes after. What in the world kind of damage did I do to this poor diaper last night!?

The inevitable end of a bedtime diaper. To get sogged. To get blessed with the offerings of the morning. Now if only there was a fellow waddler of the way to enjoy the encore about to be performed with my magic wand as conductor's baton.

It's so normalized at this point. You perform the daily ablutions and change back into your diapers. A short time later they become warm.

Drinking a sports drink at the Costco this morning I took a big gulp and then sneezed it out everywhere. Wearing a unicorn shirt with soggy shirt and pants I looked more like a toddler than I intended but at least it was relatively easy to clean up the resulting mess.

Bedwetting hit me like a truck last night jeez louise.

Finally getting the kind of weather where I can go around in just a t-shirt and diaper again. Love it!

Starting at the bottom of the stairs amidst the blinding floodlight peering from above. I don't join the safety and stillness of the darkness but instead I continue to grow and ascend. Step by step in any way I can to thrive and continue advancing towards my ideals every day.

The meditative aspect of changing your diapers throughout the day. A moment to assess how you're feeling, how you felt, and to address both. A way to directly treat yourself a little bit and to feel more connected to the world as the sodden garment plops onto ground and bepissed skin reacts to air.

Bedwetting means you slept restfully. A tummy means you're taking care of your needs. Reframing what can be used to harm to instead glorify taking care of yourself in a world that would rather you didn't.