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[devillilly-san]

New Blog, New Notes Challenge!

Someone really smart pointed out that the other post the note challenge was kinda hidden and they didn't even realize there was one... so I figured I'd make a new one and host on my new blog!!!

So with that, For most the month of May, I am going 22/7!

And then...

If this gets below 25 reblogs, I get to c*m... If it gets between 25-75, I can only have a single ruin. If it gets 75--100 reblogs, I can only edge. If this gets 100+ reblogs... Its nothing but locked stuffie humpies... 🙈

and if it gets over 100 likes I'll go full 24/7 (Including messes, to work, everything)

and if it gets 125 comments I will spend a full day as a padded pup! Interactions on here and all! I'm sure some of my friends will make stoopid rules and embarrassing things for me to do if that one happens...

Same as last one, Y'all have until May 8th... so Good luck!!! and again, lets try and hold off on the inevitable spam until at least the last 24 hours...

[devillilly-san]

As I’m a kind and benevolent master I allowed lucy the chance to cum as it was day 51 of her current Chasity lock up.

However nothing is quite that simple for Lucy. Firstly the cage has to stay on and she had to insert a suppository and wait for 15 minutes. She was then allowed to hump the pillow until either she has a much desired orgasm or the suppositorie did its job.

As she was feebly humping away I’m afraid the inevitable happens and her bowels gave way.

This proves to me that sissybaby lucy is much happier using her nappy for the purpose it was designed for💩 rather than achieving 🍆💦

Lucy wasn’t allowed a change for 2 hours and in that time she managed two more peepees, what a good babygurl

😂🤣😈

[devillilly-san]

i got all dolled up. pretty skirt, nice boots, good makeup. went over to her house to appraise it, and once she clocked me as trans she started getting all up in my space, fussing with my clothes, brushing her hands over my shoulders and waist. sorry it’s just—sorry, but I get so particular when clothes don’t fit right. i squirmed under her touch, thankful for my tights suddenly as she leaned down to examine the hem of my skirt. she asked me all kinds of invasive questions: so how long have you been doing this? are you gonna get the surgery? have you ever seen a real woman naked? i am a real woman, i tried to say, but couldn’t over her sudden burst of mocking laughter. oh honey, you know what I mean. a woman with a cock. a biological woman. not a flat chested little cuntboy like you.

i flushed, protesting, only for her to kick me swiftly in the legs. look, you don’t even know how to wear women’s clothes correctly. those boots are alright, for a guy. but those are men’s boots. here, look at mine. she shoved me down, until my face was pressed right against the leather of her shoe. with a foot on the back of my neck, she forced me to lick. oh, good boy. good boy. i tried to tell her to stop. that i wasn’t a boy. that i was a girl like her. but my mouth was flush against the leather, drool pooling across the tip of the boot. did i even want her to stop?

she leaned down, flipped my skirt up, and bunched her hands in my tights. and then tore them like tissue paper, leaving my soaked cunt exposed. no panties? awww, dumb little tranny doesn’t have a real woman’s cock to fill them out, huh? grabbing a fistful of my hair, she yanked me up and pressed my face to her cock, rubbing the bulge in my face while i struggled for air. with a wicked, smug grin, she pulled me up and threw me on her bed, spreading my legs, my male cunt so obviously dripping, ready for her. she lined herself up with me. her hard femaleness so obvious in comparison to me. and here’s the real reason why you can’t be a woman. she groaned when the tip of her cock breached me. because in just a few thrusts i can fucking ruin your life. you want that? you want to fuck an actual woman? want her to get you pregnant? to bottom out in her little trap and pump its womb full of cum?

i could only nod and spread my legs.

[devillilly-san]

Strapping a vibrator to you on max while I bend you over my knee and spank you so your brain starts to associate the stinging pain with overwhelming feeling of cumming your brains out. Eventually, I'll have you fully trained to cum while you're spanked even without the vibrator, just from the pain. What a pretty little painslut you'll make.

[devillilly-san]

Seeing you talk about concealing the medicine in food where you'd be treating us like real animals is one of the hottest things. To truly be treated like an animal in ways like that really is a powerful thing.

And why stop at just that?

Let's collar and leash you too, have your new name engraved on the tag, one that would never belong to a real person. Only someone's adored, obedient pet.

You can eat from bowls, or from my hand if you're very lucky. I'll let you sit at my feet while I'm busy, idly scratching the top of your head when you nuzzle against my leg. And we'll have to take your words away from you too. Because good pets don't use people words. You'll learn to communicate in other ways.

Top it all off by giving you a favourite toy to hump when you get all pent up. Can't have you rutting against my leg and making a mess all the time. That'll be for special occasions only.

You're going to take so well to your training. Aren't you, pet?

[devillilly-san]

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?

[devillilly-san]

If this triggers your MAGAt ass you can go f-ck yourself with a porcupine carcass.

[devillilly-san]

[devillilly-san]

what’s in Miss E’s Diaper Bag?

now, of all the supplies a cute little abdl sitter like me keeps with her, there’s one in particular that serves so many purposes. it can be used as positive reinforcement or a punishment, an obedience training tool, even Miss E uses it herself sometimes!

can any of the smart little tumblr babies guess what it might be? 🤔

that’s right my little smarty pants! it’s Miss E’s strap!

straps are the perfect reward for that little one who’s been working so hard to be a big kid!

they’re also excellent for those mouthy brats who need a little quiet time to consider their choices.

and every once in a while, a lucky baby might get Miss E when she’s feeling a little needy for some grownup fun 😏 which is why i love fastening the harness over your big baby diapers! 🤭

what better way for Miss E’s babies to help their perfect babysitter with her grown up needs? 😘

[devillilly-san]

Daddy has me bent over the bed, his hand in my hair, his body pressed hot and heavy against mine. I’m panting, gripping the sheets, already trembling as he rolls his hips slow and deep into me — just enough to drive me insane, not enough to let me tip over the edge.

He leans in close, breath hot in my ear. “Mommy,” he growls, voice dark and thick with need. “You gonna be a good girl for Daddy?”

I moan — high and needy — pushing back into him. “Yes, yes, please, Daddy…”

It’s perfect. Our boy is finally down for his nap. After three cups of warm milk, two lullabies, and one meltdown over the wrong-colored paci, he’s out cold in his crib — snug in his footie jammies, bunny tucked under his chin, paci gently bobbing.

We’ve got maybe twenty, twenty-five minutes of silence — just enough for me to come undone on his cock and maybe, maybe get round two if our baby sleeps long.

His hand slides between my legs, and I gasp, arching into him— and then we hear it.

“WaaaaaaaAAAAH!!”

The monitor lights up like a damn siren. Loud, hiccupy sobs, that awful broken wail that means something’s wrong.

We both freeze.

“…Fuck,” I whisper, heart still racing, now for all the wrong reasons.

Daddy stills behind me, forehead dropping to the back of my shoulder. “Of course.”

We both look toward the dresser where the monitor blinks bright red, our little’s cries filling the room. Not the fussy whines we can ignore. These are the real ones — wet, panicky, dream-twisted sobs that punch right into the gut.

I flop over onto my back, tossing a pillow dramatically. “I shaved, Daddy.”

“I know,” he groans, standing up and running a hand through his hair. “I was literally about to be inside you.”

I smirk, even though I’m already tugging my nightgown down. “He sensed it. He always knows when we’re about to fuck.”

We both listen for a second. The crying doesn’t stop — if anything, it’s getting more frantic. He’s probably sitting up now, cheeks wet, arms reaching for one of us.

Daddy sighs and pulls his shirt on. “I’ll go.”

I blink up at him. “Really?”

He leans over and kisses me, slow and sweet. “It’s my turn. Last time, he soaked your boobs and you still rocked him for thirty minutes.”

“…Fair.”

He grabs the bottle we always keep by the door and heads out. “Keep the bed warm, Mommy.”

I smile, heart melting. “Tell him I love him.”

He pauses at the doorway, turning to wink at me. “Always.”

[devillilly-san]

I know it doesn't work like that, but I think being hit with Feeblemind during a fight against a villainous mommy domme, only for her to win and take me as her trophy baby girl, would fix me; especially if she breaks my legendary gear and turns it into new items for my new existence~

just imagining strolling in, super confident, spells all prepared for a fight, as the battle starts, I blink, and suddenly, I wake up looking at a mobile, in a crib, filling my diaper~ magically enchanted mage robes meant to boost my spells power and my prowess, broken down and transformed into a magically enchanted onesie that lowers my strength~ my enchanted amulet meant to ward against magic (which of course, failed~) taken apart and repurposed into an enchanted pacifier with a strap that suppresses my ability to cast magic~ Every piece of enchanted equipment I had, transformed into a new babyish thing for my new life~ weapons into toys, big girl clothes into onesies and diapers, jewelery into pacifiers and bows, hats into bonnets~

going from a legendary adventurer to a legendary diaper filler in the blink of an eye~

[devillilly-san]

[devillilly-san]

Cuckquean diaper hood ideas :

Taping the diaper around your cuck’s face and drawing a big smiley mouth on the tape so everyone knows how much she loves her pissy diapers all over her face (alternatively, letting your lover do this to the cuck..)

Gagging your cuck with your lover’s wet panties before wrapping her diaper around her head. Nothing cuter than a cuckie girl with a wet diaper hanging from her neck, whining and pleading as she dreads the inevitable, only to be silenced by a superior woman’s panties shoved in her mouth, and a diaper taped firmly over her face.

You or your lover pissing a diaper to then be taped around your cuck’s face. Make her tell you both how much she loves to wear her superiors’ peepees. And when her words are too muffled by the diaper to make out what she’s saying, have her keep repeating it louder and clearer each time (maybe you or your girlfriend can film this even).

Taping a picture of your lover’s face over your cuck’s dumb diaper face.

Securing the diaper to her head by tying it in a stupid little bow under her chin.

Referring to your cuck as you and your lovers little peepee head.

Writing mean and embarrassing things all over her diaper hood for you and your lover to laugh at (bonus points because cuckie won’t know what you wrote until it’s taken off, if you even let her see then, letting her know also you and your lover snapped some great pix beforehand.) Hoods are so dehumanizing as is, but now that you’ve turned her into a faceless pisshead, replace her identity with whatever you and your lover like for that day and write it all over her diaper hood.

Take a group photo of you three while she’s hooded. You and your lover embracing with only eyes for each other, while cuckie kneels on the floor with just your hand atop her diaper hooded head. What a nice memory to have of you, your lover, and who else was that again?

Calling for cuckie to come to you while she’s blindfolded by her own piss. Mocking and laughing at her when she runs into something or goes the wrong way or falls over. Asking her what’s so hard about it and encouraging her that it might be easier if she just crawls.

Making her beg and plead to be hooded during you and your lover’s intimate time, in effect training her to be turned on by the smell of her used padding and to desire being your depraved, nasty little bitch. Make her admit how much she loves it and prefers to be this way, how much lower she sinks when like this.

If/when a used diaper/pull up can’t be used, pull your lovers panties over her head, maybe even multiple pairs, maybe secure them all in place with a pair of panty hose tied in an adorable bow under her chin. Letting her know how stupid and clueless she looks wearing your girlfriend’s underwear on her head like that.

Putting her little girl panties over the used pull-ups around her face (so close, yet always so far..) Or putting a pair of your lover’s panties over it, as a reminder of what she’s too immature to be granted access to (Or, fuck it, stack them all up- pull-up hood first, then her moronic little girl panties, then your lover’s sexy lace; a perverse little display of the hierarchy in the relationship)

Refer to it as her princess crown, and invite your lover over unannounced while your little cuckie princess prances around with her used pull ups on her head. Sneak into her playroom taking videos as shes lost in play with her idiotic crown on. Grab her attention as you and your lover stand there filming, and tell her to wave to the camera for mommy and dada!

If cuckie leaks in the night, rub her face in those piss soaked sheets in front of your lover before you tape her sodden diapers around her head. Tell your lover it’s your cuck’s bedwetting hood of shame.

Above all, make her behave as though she genuinely enjoys it and likes it and wants it. She better be laughing and smiling and begging hard for it. Enforce gratitude when she’s hooded, you and your lover want to hear how thankful she is to you both for making her into your stinky, gross, undesirable, little peepee head.

[devillilly-san]

Wisdom Teeth Wetting (AB/DL Story, CNC, Medfet)

By reading this, you certify that you are at least 18 years old and consent to viewing adult-themed material. All characters depicted within the contents of this post are adults aged 18 years and older. _

Piper had put off getting her wisdom teeth removed for far too long. When she turned 26, her boyfriend, Miles, told her it needed to get done. They were impacted, and though they didn't cause her much pain, Piper was always in some level of discomfort because of them. There was constant mild pressure in her head, and she got frequent headaches. Miles had enough of seeing his girlfriend suffer in pain, so he urged her to make the appointment.

On the day of the operation, Miles drove Piper to the oral surgeon. She fidgeted in the car during the whole trip. She nervously knocked her knees together and folded her hands in her lap. Miles did his best to soothe her, gently caressing her shoulder. "Hey, it's gonna be okay," he said. "I promise, you'll be in and out in no time. You won't feel a thing. It'll be just like falling asleep and then next thing you know, you're in bed with me getting all the snuggles! Plus, ice cream!"

His words did little to ease her anxiety, but she put on a brave face and nodded along. When they arrived at the dentist's, Miles gave Piper a quick hug and wave before the dental assistant ushered her into the operating room. Piper sat in the dental chair, doing her best to remain still and keep from fidgeting. "Nervous, honey?" the dental assistant asked. She was just a few years older than Piper, probably in her mid-30s, but the way she spoke to her made Piper feel like a little kid sitting in the big dentist's chair.

"Mhm," Piper nodded. "I've never had any teeth pulled before."

"I know it can be scary, but you're doing such a great job. Just hold tight for me, okay? We'll get you out of here in a jiff."

Piper took a deep breath. The dentist walked into the room. He was an older man with gray hair and a short, well-trimmed beard. He had a stern look on his face that made Piper quiver. "All ready to go?" He asked his assistant.

"Everything's ready," she replied. Piper watched in terror as she pulled out a long needle and gave it a flick. She knew this was coming. Still, the sight of the thing made her cheeks go cold. She tensed up, gripping the arms of the chair tightly. The dentist took the syringe and walked over to Piper. Just before he inserted it into her arm, she tried to pull away.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I've changed my mind, I don't want to do this!" Tears welled in her eyes.

"It'll be fine, dear," the assistant said. She walked over and held Piper down as she struggled. The woman was remarkably strong, much stronger than Piper would have guessed. She kept her from leaving the chair with ease. Despite Piper's protests, the doctor gave her the injection.

"You've already signed the consent forums," he said. "Don't be a baby. We'll get you sorted soon enough. Now, count down for me from ten. Ten, nine..."

As the dentist continued counting, Piper felt her eyes grow heavy. All the light in the room began fading fast as the people around her went blurry and wavy. She tried to wriggle free, but there was no use. Any strength she had was gone now, lost to the drug. She felt the tears streaming now. And just before her eyes closed, she felt another sensation. A warmness growing beneath her bottom, soaking into her jeans. She wondered what the sensation was as she drifted off to sleep.

***

The next thing Piper knew, she was on the road in the passenger seat of Miles's car. The ground beneath her bobbed and weaved as the car glided across the road. She fell in and out of sleep along to the rocking, feeling more relaxed now than she had all morning. "You awake over there?" Miles asked, but his voice was quiet and distant, as if it were a hushed echo. She just smiled at the sound of his voice.

***

When she opened her eyes again, this time she was back in her own bed in the apartment she shared with Miles. He was in the process of undressing her. "What are you doing?" She asked. "We shouldn't... not when I'm like this..." She slurred her words.

"No, silly. Not that. You wet your pants. You don't remember?" A hot embarrassment filled her cheeks as she processed his words.

"What do you mean? There's no way I-" But then she remembered. The warmth spreading beneath her. It reminded her of when she was a kid, when she used to wet the bed after waking up in a stupor sometime in the middle of every night. Memories of lectures and scolding flooded her mind. She covered her face to hide the deep red hue, and the waterworks began once more.

"There there, honey. It's alright." His voice was so gentle, so soothing. There wasn't a hint of judgment in his words, just patience and acceptance. "You'll be okay, I made sure of it," he said as he continued undressing her. He pulled off her wet jeans and soaked panties. She wished she hadn't worn pink ones with a little bunny on the crotch. They just made her feel even more childish.

When he slipped them off, she felt an unmistakable tingle, and her face somehow grew even more hot. She hoped he didn't notice. But of course, when he touched her, she knew she couldn't hide from him. "Oh my, someone seems to be wet in more than just one way," he said with a devilish grin. "I had a feeling this would happen. That's why I got you these."

She opened her eyes just in time to watch him pull out a large pack of diapers. Goodnites. The same ones her parents made her wear when she was still a bedwetter. "Th-there's no way I'll f-fit in those..." she said, but she knew it wasn't true. She was a petite girl, and she watched her figure. Still, she would say anything to stop this from becoming a reality.

But her words fell on deaf ears. Miles pulled out a package of baby wipes and cleaned her up, making sure to linger around her privates for that extra tease. All Piper could do in her stupor was sniffle. He pulled the Goodnites over her ankles and up to her thighs, then lifted her butt so he could get the childish undergarment around her waist. "There we go! Isn't that all better?"

The padding felt wonderful against her crotch, and she could already feel it absorbing her wetness, though it still wasn't pee this time. She peaked out at Miles from behind her hands. He stared back at her with a soft, inviting smile. "It's okay, honey. I think it's adorable that you had a widdle accident. It's just like old times for you, eh? But tell you what, we can keep this our little secret, just the two of us. What do you say?"

Piper sniffled one final time as two feelings rose up within her. Two distinct urges, but both baffled her brain. She had no idea why she longed to submit to this, to let Miles take care of her in this way. Maybe she was just high. Or maybe she liked being fawned over. Either way, there was no denying the ecstasy she was in. At once, she gave up on resisting both urges. She released her bladder, which had grown in pressure once more, and felt the warmth spread into her padding. It made her feel like a baby, like such a good little girl. But the second urge, that made her even more blushy. In the softest voice she could sqeak out, she said two simple words.

"Yes, Daddy."

[devillilly-san]

The Early Days 🎀

Little one check her bag for the second time, she wanted to make sure she had everything she needed. After a third check  she nodded with a smile, yep she had everything!!

She had been talking to mama for almost a year, they chatted online for a while, then on the phone whenever possible and then met in person a few times in a public space, just so it wasn't so intimidating at first. They had spoken about everything they would like to do together and all the things little one would like to try, like nappies.

And today!! today she was gonna go over to her mama's house for the first time ever and spend the whole weekend together!!! She was so excited but a little nervous. After making sure everything was locked she made her way to her car. Now an hour later and she is standing infront of her mama's front door, her tummy was feeling a little funny but that's normal right? She nodded to herself before ringing the bell.

Mama rushed to answer the door "hi baby, come in please" little one shyly stepped in, she really wanted to hug her mama. Mama closed the door behind them and turn to her baby "can I have a hug sweetheart?" It was like mama could read her mind, little one nodded and quickly wrapped her arms around her mama "I missed you mama" mama gives her baby big cuddle "i missed you too darling, should we get you settled in?"

Babygirl smiled shyly, mama took the bag from little one and set it aside for now, before leading little one to the lounge "mine, mama?" Babygirl asked pointing at the playmat and toys neatly setup on the floor "yes baby, those are yours" little one couldn't help but giggle "I play mama?" Little one was slowly relaxing "in a minute darling, mama needs to get your bum padded first"

babygirl looked over to her left and saw the changing mat and nappy waiting for her on the sofa. Babygirl chewed on her sleeve nervously, mama and her had spoken about it and she wanted it so bad but she was still shy about it. "Let's not chew on your sleeve baby, that's yucky, here darling" mama offers little one her paci and she gladly takes it "can you lay down for mama please?" Babygirl girl lays down and uses the blankie to hide her face.

Mama works on getting little one's bottoms off "oh dear where did babygirl go?" Little one peeked from behind her blankie "there's she is!!" Mama tickles baby's tummy making her giggle as mama tapes her bum nice and snuggly in a nappy, mama leaves little one in just a tshirt and nappy for now "there we go baby all done, would you like to go play now darling?" Mama sits little one up "mama mama mama" babygirl makes grabby hands for mama.

Without hesitation mama lifts little one onto her lap. Babygirl playfully boops mama's nose "mamamama mama mama" gently mama moves baby's hair from her face "that's right baby, it's mama and where is babygirl?" Babygirl shyly boops her own nose "clever girl!! Babygirl clapped happily, mama couldn't help but smile as her baby seemed to be getting more comfortable

"alright bubba should we get you some yummy food for lunch?" Babygirl shook her head "no nummies" cheekily little one covered mama's face with her blankie and giggled. Mama chuckled as she moved the blankie away "isn't your tummy hungry sweetheart?" Little one nodded "so mama will make you some food darling" little one shook her again "noooo" she fussed and patted mama's chest repeatedly, they have talked about nursing before and she really really wanted to try it.

"Can you use your words and tell mama what you want baby?" Little one patted mama's chest once more "mama mama" mama softly caressed her baby's face "yes mama is right here baby, can you tell mama what you want bubba?" Little one nuzzles her blankie and shyly tells mama "milkies pease" mama kisses baby's temple before laying babygirl across her lap and lifting her top, little one wasted no time and quickly latched on.

Mama gently stroked baby's nose "can you open your eyes for mama please" little one brings her blankie to her face trying to hide, before peeking. Mama carefully moves the blankie and smiles at her baby "there's my sweet baby" little one rested her hand on mama's chest as she kept looking up mama. "Mama's babygirl" mama let little one nurse for as long as she wanted too 🎀

[devillilly-san]

A fantasy a day keeps the littles at bay 🙃🙂🙃🙂🙃🙂

Well here's the 4th for today hopefully satisfying you all.

I do genuinely fantasize about having my girls do public displays of humiliation and obedience. Having them wear little outfits at the most tame or having them absolutely ruin their pants openly at the most unhinged. I want them and everyone around them to know that obedience to me and my power comes before any other societal norm. I decide what my girls are and do, simple as. If I want a girl to wear a diaper and use it when we go out then she will. If I want her to piss her pants publicly then she will. If I want her to announce everytime she goes potty clearly then she will. Embarrassment is but a trial and tribulation of your faith. Do not let it guide you off the path darling. There's so much more pleasures to be found in embracing it my children

[devillilly-san]

Soooo… about being forced to act out the perfect 1950s little girl role…. Could you share more on that, please? :)

Well first and foremost you'd be expected to follow strict gender roles of the time. Proper little girls are quiet, demure, helpful, and polite. You'd be expected to help around with domestic life and learn your forever future role as the woman you'll never grow into. You'd be helping me clean and cook above all else. However I do expect you to frequently fail, after all you're just a little girl trying her best. Furthermore you'd be expected to never play rough or any other such silly pursuits for boys. No you're a soft quiet little girl. Manners would also be of utmost importance! For you manners aren't just a way of being polite, they're a series of strict laws by which you must adhere or face terrible punishments.

That covers most of the behavior aspect, there's also the aesthetic side of it. You'd be dressed and expected to maintain the aesthetics of the perfect 1950s girl straight out of the ads of the time. Little dresses and Mary Jane's with tights over your diapers. I'd specifically select the most Retro looking ones to suit your newfound lifestyle. Your toys would have no screens and few batteries. Best learn how to play pretend once again or you risk some serious boredom.

I suppose you could basically summarize it as stepfordisation for babies. A veritable future house wife in training, forever <3