Daily I have a plushy humping session (I call it faffing). I role a die, and depending on the result, it’s 5-9 minutes. I’ll raise the time based on the number of likes this gets between now and this time Friday. The more followers I get, the more I’ll explain my PlushyHumpHypnovember.

I'm considering doing Denial December on top of NNN, since I really do enjoy being pent up and I beat NNN every year. 50 likes on this and I'll do Denial December with the exception of my birthday (The 4th) If I gain like 15 followers I'll skip my birthday too :3

I'm considering doing Denial December on top of NNN, since I really do enjoy being pent up and I beat NNN every year. 50 likes on this and I'll do Denial December with the exception of my birthday (The 4th) If I gain like 15 followers I'll skip my birthday too :3

It's a murky Monday morning, your coffee hasn't hit yet, from down the hall you can hear crinkles and moans, your baby is already awake in his nursery. You’re just in time to see him uselessly grinding his little cage into his plushies, and ope- Time for morning pushies 💕

So, why hasn't anyone made big blocky velcro shoes with lights in the heels but for adults? Certainly this is a well desired niche within our communities, no?

Floppy-eared baby bunnies who start crying because their ears covered their eyes and now they can't see anything. They immediately switch to giggling when you move their ears out of the way and say "peek-a-boo!"

Since I've found my actual regression headspace, I've discovered that it has its own regression headspace. I can only properly regress to around 9, but regressed me can totally regress further once I'm there.

icky momma who stinks and never changes and makes you huff her diaper for hours, just underneath her, unable to breath anything in but her poopy pamps until its the only smell you know anymore, humping your diaper as you huff deeper, needing her to push and mess more with no end in sight for you~

Putting bottoms' underwear over their own face so they can smell themselves while you lewd them Send tweet

I was a big fan of the push a couple years ago to make July a 24/7 month. Having to not touch the potty from the first til the 24th, at least (7/24, 24/7, get it?), but bonus points if you make it all month. We should do that next year if you guys will participate!

Grinding against your non-diaperfur friend's hard length, the two of you making out in your throes of passion. You spurt hard into your padding, coaxing them over the edge too as they paint their chest.

Might miss my NNN post today, sadly. Work blocks up my creativity. I'll be stockpiling on my days off from now on.

Huffffff I need mommy to anticorrupt me. I need her to rewrite my brain where I can’t tell what sex is and it just looks like silly cuddling with lots of moans. I want my uhohs to be treated like they are normal for any little one and that the have no adult connection. Take away my maturity >.<

Is anybody looking for a roommate whereever in the US? (Not a done deal for sure rn) I'm really looking to just, get away from here and start over somewhere, I'd be paying for transporting my stuff there, but I may need like a month or so to find work once I'm moved in?

#RythesNNN Day 3 This morning went similarly to yesterday, another dirty diaper in your high chair, after watching something you can't remember. Will this be every day? Later in the evening. You're playing some video games and unwinding when you've suddenly got some very intrusive thoughts. (1/2)

#RythesNNN Day 2 You woke up strainy, soggy, and very fussy, calling out to daddy, who rushes in promptly to soothe you. Once the soothing is over, Daddy speaks. "Hey kiddo, I almost forgot, it's not only No Nut November, but Hypnovember as well~" What did that mean? (1/2)

I always feel really good when my diaper gets droopy

#RythesNNN Day 1: Fresh out of locktober, but not fresh out of your cage, or your diapers. "Now, little one, I know how much you haaaate that cage, but it stays on til I'm sure you're gonna be good, okay? That means no fuss for one whole week, think you can handle that? Good!" (1/2)

Apparently I'm not allowed buzzy time if I'm not stinky which is quite frankly completely unfair and cruel ....and yet I don't want to break any rules. hmph..

Should I try to do a series of NNN stories? I need at least 2 people to reply yes to be even remotely interested in doing so x3

I always feel so funny after I get my weekly injection. Every time I try to remember what it is I end up grunting into my paci and pushing 😵‍💫

Maybe I should start writing some stories from a caregivers perspective, yknow. Gushing over a little one in front of you? Would anyone be interested in that? Of course for the non carers, you can always imagine you got the ability to read Daddy's mind :3

your diapers are what make you special!

guys i think were forgetting that in a world with no potty training, diapers cant be a kink and thus none of us would know eachother.

Caretakers need baby time too. It helps them unwind from taking care of all their little ones, and cubs need time to be in charge so they can remember just how much they need a grownup to be in charge. It's important for cubs to from time to time, gang up on the grownups and forcefully regress them.

I haven't posted in a long while (not been feeling the best mentally at all), but I just want to say, I LOVE to RP. One of the quickest ways to cheer me up, really. It's a huge shame that almost nobody does it, and the few that do tend to be the type to do it with AI only. Makes me sad.

People will fuck an AI trained on stolen work before they accept that erotic roleplay with a friend is healthier, more genuine, and a creativity boost.

Create ERP with your friends. Just do it. Nobody can stop you.

CW: Feet/Paws Get a whiff :3 Art by @zanky.bsky.social !

paws....................... they all deserve copious smooching

Daddy's brought you to the store, the candle aisle. Is it because you stink? Maybe. "Okay kiddo, pick out any candle you'd like!" You spend a bit sniffing different candles, til you find the perfect one, and a big size too! Once you're home, Daddy lights the candle, letting the wax melt (1/2)

You come home from a long stressful day at work. Daddy's car isn't in the driveway. Usually he's home a bit before you. In you go, tired. You get yourself into your post-work PJs, then lounge around on the couch, wondering where Daddy is. About an hour goes by and you hear him pull in.

Daddy's kept you in diapers for so long, but today he's letting you try undies. Out at the park, moving unrestricted due to the lack of a thick pamp between your legs, you suddenly feel something warm going down your leg. You didn't even try to hold it, didja kiddo? Oh well, back to diapers for you!

Bathtime's over. Daddy's got a warm towel ready for you to step into. All wrapped up and warm, he carries you to the changing table. "You've got two choices here kiddo!" On the left is your favorite kind of diaper, a buzzy wand, and a small chastity cage. (1/2)

Despite warning after warning from Daddy, you've decided to brave the potty. Tip toes as you approach the door to the bathroom. Slowly, you open the door, then approach the potty. Opening the lid, you're met with a loud growl! You jump and fall back on your tush. You don't gotta go anymore, do you?

Now that @ryther.bsky.social is on bsky, I get to tag him in this drawing that I made of him back in December, and you should go welcome him with a follow, too!

"Of course you're too big for baby cartoons! Let's sit you down with South Park!" Hours go by. Somehow, your naughty big kid show has gone soft. Is that... A blue dog? Since when did this show have a blue dog? And... When did your undies become a thick and soggy diaper! What were you watchin again?

You feel a pain in your tummy. What could it be? You whine and try and get Daddy's attention. "Hm? What's that kiddo? Oh gosh! Tummy ache? Okay, here's what we'll do... On the count of three, puuuush with all your might! 1... 2... 3... Puuushh! There ya go kiddo! Good job!" (1/2)

Buckled up in your carseat, you gotta go potty, so naturally, you tell Daddy. Big mistake. He takes you down the bumpiest roads imaginable, while feigning sympathy, telling you "We'll be home soon! Don't you worry, kiddo!" Inevitably, that accident ends up in your padding.