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“Hey, what’s going on with you? Ohh, you’re pooping.” She grabbed his head and pulled it onto her lap. “Good boy for going in your diaper. Little baby, huh?” She reached her hand into the back of his shorts. “Wow, you really loaded it up this time. That’s a lot.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing it close to the scalp and tugging at it every so often. “Tell you what,” she said after a few moments of peace on her lap, “if you’re going to go that much why don’t I just change you into your overnight diaper early? Does that sound good?” He nodded against her lap and she started to stand up. He pulled his head up reluctantly and sat up on the couch.

She pulled him to his feet and he started to walk towards the bedroom. He didn’t make it very far before she grabbed his arms and pinned them to the sides of his body. “No way you’re walking. If you’re going to act so little I’m going to carry you.” With a little bit of struggle she managed to pick him up bridal style.

“You can lift me, but are you sure you can carry me to the bedroom?”

“Shh,” she said sternly, walking him out of the room and down the hallway. In the bedroom she let him down hard on his changing mat, a little rough, but not enough to knock the wind out of him.

He liked how rough she was being with him and she could tell, lifting his hips without warning.

Nothing eventful happened during the change except that he dribbled a little bit of pee, which was embarrassing. “Aw, you’re starting to have trouble controlling it,” she said.

Once he was all diapered again, she dressed him in pajamas and carried him back out to the living room. “See, working out is starting to pay off,” she said, letting him down on the couch and withdrawing her arms.

“Is that why you’re going to the gym so much now?” he asked. “Just so you can carry me?”

“I mean, it’s kind of a perk,” she said, sitting down next to him and pulling him onto her lap.

“Can it be the only reason?” he asked.

“Do you want it to be the only reason. Aw, you’re feeling super little right now, aren’t you?” She pet his hair away from his forehead and he closed his eyes, leaning into her shoulder. “Use your diaper anytime you want,” she said. “It’s a little early for it but I don’t mind changing you again. I mean, we haven’t even had dinner yet, and you know what usually happens after we eat dinner…”

“I have to go again after dinner,” he said.

“Yeah, you usually have to go again after we eat. But that’s okay. Here, drink a little bit of water.” She reached out for his water on the table and he clung onto her as she leaned forward. She flipped the cap off and held it up so he could drink. “You’re going to have a good day at work tomorrow, aren’t you? I bet you’ll sleep really good tonight after I baby you.”

“I’m already getting sleepy.”

“Uh-huh, aren’t you? I can tell. Stay awake so we can eat, okay?”

“I can stay awake. I just need to rest for a second…”

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I think (could be wrong) you can change ask settings to “followers only”. That might help with stopping blocked accounts from sending stuff in from side blogs

thank you❤️

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You were definitely missed on your break! I want to say how much I have appreciated your writing and perspectives in the few months I have been following you. It is refreshing to have someone as thoughtful and articulate as you in kink writing. I relate to the loneliness and frustration of attempting to explore sexual and romantic relationships. Regardless of whether you chose to stay/continue to write or not I just wanted to say thank you! Do whatever feels right for you.

thank you so much❤️

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Hi - I saw your post about your concerns about airing your sexuality so heavily on the blog, and whether it really represents *you*, as well as the real world loneliness that comes with being into kink that mostly happens on the web in blogs like yours. I understand. I’m sorry that this has to be such a common struggle for all of us. I don’t have any answers for you.

You are probably the most gifted writer in the gentle femdom MD/LB space right now. Your vignettes are just so “authentic” for lack of a better term. I can tell you “get this” even if it’s not your main interest. You don’t owe anybody on Tumblr anything. You could close your blog and leave knowing you were at the top of the game l, and I feel that you should be proud of that.

As an ABDL genre writer myself, I know how much personal emotion and feeling goes into each piece. It’s like there’s a real piece of you out there on the page. That can get mentally wearing.

Look after yourself. Do you.

thank you❤️

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I got so little while reading your last post and I need to go change too god help me 😭 great work btw ur stories always manage to make me all soft and fuzzy >\\\\\\<

thank you :) I don’t remember what this one was but thank you

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These stories you write are simply incredible. Like a really, really good sandwich.

I'm not sure what I mean by that?

thanks!

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Hi! Your writing is fantastic!

thanks!

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LOVE your last story. We as a culture need to focus more on making boys cry in 2025.

Thank you :)

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After I’m finished diapering him, I’m sitting on the closed lid of the toilet while he stands in front of me by the bathroom counter, smiling in that quiet, shy way. He opens his mouth like he has something to say but then he closes it again.

“What’s going on, honey?” I ask, reaching out and looping my fingers through his belt loops and pulling him towards me. “Do you like your diaper? Yeah, I thought so. And you like how I’m talking to you all sweet, right?” He nods, still smiling. His hands are getting all twisty up by his face.

“And you liked it when I called you naughty boy earlier, too.” He wriggles and looks away from me, out the frosted glass of the bathroom window. “Hey, what are you looking at over there? There’s nothing to see there.” I pull at his belt loop again. “Come with me.” I stand up and take his warm hand and lead him into the living room, where I sit down on the couch and pull him onto my lap.

He relaxes into me and I pull something up on the TV. I have one arm around him. He reaches out for the other and moves it near his belly. “What are you doing?”

“I want you to…you know.” He moves my hand closer to his waistband and looks at me expectantly. “I want you to touch me. Right in here.” He points at his bulge and then looks back at me again, smiling. “Okay?”

“Honey, you can’t get turned on just because I helped you change. That’s totally innocent. I just had to change you out of your pants because you had such a big accident in them.”

He moves my hand onto his crotch as if he doesn’t hear me.

“I don’t think you’re getting this,” I say, whispering right in his ear. “I just changed you because you’d pooped and peed all over yourself, baby.” I feel a little shockwave pass over his body at those words. “I didn’t do it to turn you on. You’re being really naughty right now.” I sit back against the couch. “Now let’s just calm down for a bit and watch TV.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes and then I feel a little shudder come from him. I look down and his eyes are all red with tears. He shudders again, trying to hold it in. “Oh, what’s going on now, sweetheart? You’re upset?”

“It’s not fair,” he says. “You’re teasing me. You were teasing me in the bathroom and now you’re lying.” He lets out a little sob and a tear rolls down his cheek. “You KNOW I like it when you change me and you kn-know I like it when I get to have a diaper!”

“Oh, you’re getting yourself all worked up.” I pause the TV and he crawls away from me onto the couch. I pull him back onto my lap. “Come here. Stand up right in front of me.” He does, hiccuping as the crying slows down. I swat him a couple times on his bottom. “Go wash your face and come back,” I tell him, and he trots down the hallway, back to the bathroom.

He comes back rubbing a wet washcloth across his face. “Are you ready to be good now?” I ask, and he nods and sits down on my lap. “You’re not going to try any funny business again?”

“No, ma’am.”

“You remember I’m in charge, don’t you? I can tell you do. Doing everything I say, huh?” He hides his face again. “Look at you…so much stronger than me and right under my thumb.” He squeezes his arms tighter across his face. I pull them down one at a time and weave my fingers through his hair, dragging his head to my shoulder. “You’re going to be a good boy, now, aren’t you? Because that’s really what you are, isn’t it? You’re a good boy under it all.”

He squirms on my lap. “Calling you a good boy is having the same effect as calling you a naughty boy did, isn’t it? I guess I’m going to have to use that more often, too…well, if you’re good for me.” I turn the TV back on and he settles down after a little bit more writhing in my lap. I can tell he’s still frustrated but now he’s worn out and can’t focus on it. One of his hands is rubbing at his lips and his eyes are getting glassy. I know I should let him get some relief sooner or later but I really want to keep him like this for just a little longer…

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“Hey, hey. What’s going on? You need a change?” She lifted him up and adjusted him on her hip. “Okay, let’s go get you changed.”

He was holding onto her with one arm but the other was behind her shoulder. When she glanced at him he had his thumb in his mouth. “Aw, do you need to suck your thumb right now? You know that’s not really good for you, right, baby? But it’s okay, we’ll get you a pacifier when we get to the changing table, okay, honey?”

He let his hand drop out of his mouth and wrapped both arms around her shoulders, looking away from her.

“Aw, are you embarrassed?” They were in the doorway of the special room, now, the room where they kept his changing table and supplies, along with old cardboard boxes and whatever junk that didn’t have a place in the rest of the house. “Here you go,” she said. “You’re going to go down now, okay? Oof, you’re so heavy.” She let him down gently on his back. As soon as his hands were free they were covering his face.

“Are you embarrassed that you went pee?” she asked, undoing his fly. He shook his head. “Orrr are you embarrassed that I caught you sucking your thumb?”

He didn’t nod or saying anything, but he didn’t shake his head, either. She was easing down his shorts.

“It’s okay, honey. I know you like stuff like that. I mean, why else would I be changing you right now, huh?” She lifted his hips and slid his shorts all the way off. “I mean, I’d do it anyway if you needed me to.” She pressed the front of his diaper. “You really soaked yourself this time, huh?”

He wriggled on the changing mat and she leaned down to kiss his forehead. The little part that wasn’t covered by his hands, that is. She turned around to get him a new diaper from the shelf next to the door, and when she turned back his thumb was in his mouth again. “Okay, honeypie, I’m getting you a pacifier. Hold tight.” He shook his head. “No, baby, you don’t get to suck on your thumb right now, okay? Here you go.” She held his jaw as she slipped the pacifier into his mouth. “Was that so hard?” He squirmed again.

“How come you’re so squirmy today?” she laughed, untaping his diaper. “Ohh, I see…somebody’s turned on.” She turned away to get his wipes and lotion. She hummed as she wiped him down, cleaning his penis as if it was just incidental, even when he whined and squirmed, trying to get some friction against her hand.

“Shhh,” she said. “Quiet. Imagine if the neighbors could hear you…” Now she was pulling his hips up again and sliding the new diaper under him. “This is going to feel so nice and fresh,” she told him, gently pushing his hips down. Even the slightest pressure from her warm, steady hands was driving him crazy. It felt like something crawling under his skin. Like butterflies everywhere she touched.

“Mm,” he whined, rubbing his hand over the pacifier.

“Shh, shh, honey,” she said, taping him up. “We’ll be done in just a second. Let me just make sure you didn’t leak on your shorts.” She turned them over in her hands, checking thoroughly. “Oh, good job. These are totally clean. Good thing you had a diaper on, huh?”

She ignored the bulge in his new diaper as she pulled the shorts back on and zipped him up, patting the side of his hip. “All clean. I’ll carry you back out to the living room and we’ll get our shoes and coats on and go for a drive, okay?”

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Holiday parties were always fun in Larissa’s friend group, especially when they had a diaper boy to pass around. This year it was just a few women, all sitting in a circle on the floor playing board games and drinking hot cider and tea.

“Give him here,” said Larissa when her turn was over. “I want him.”

The boy was shoved in her direction and he stumbled over. She reached up, pulling him down into her lap. She pressed his head into her shoulder while Felicity shook the dice in her hand.

“I’m going to check his diaper,” said Larissa, undoing the boy’s fly. He squirmed a little bit as she reached her hand down his pants and squeezed his padding. “He’s a little bit wet,” she told her friends. “Naughty boy,” she added, swatting the back of his diaper. “Are you even trying to hold it?”

“It’s your turn again, Larissa,” said Mina, the hostess, to her left.

“Okay, who wants him?” asked Larissa, giving him one last squeeze.

“I do!” said Heather from across the circle.

Larissa heaved him off her lap.

“Do *not* mess up our board,” said Mina, and he got all conscious and clumsy, trying to step over all the pieces without knocking anything over.

He stood next to Heather, wringing the hem of his shirt between his hands. “Come on,” she said, reaching up and grabbing the back of his shirt and yanking it. “Is he always this shy??”

“You have to keep in mind that he’s super overwhelmed right now. He’s not used to being around so many pretty girls,” said Lola from Larissa’s left. “And he always wets himself a lot when he gets overwhelmed…”

Heather managed to get him to sit down in her lap and pulled him close.

“Aw, look at how red he is!” said Felicity, leaning towards his face. “It’s okay, baby.” She ruffled his hair.

“I think he’s wetting right now,” said Heather. “When do you think he’s gonna need a change?” She had the least experience in dealing with this kind of thing.

“Probably not for a little while,” said Mina. “He usually can’t make it through the evening without messing, and he hasn’t done that yet.”

The boy chewed on his knuckle. The game was picking up and everyone started to ignore him. Heather was leaning forward, and then backward, and then cheering right in his ear…

When they were done playing, Heather moved him off her lap and took him to sit on the couch next to the Christmas tree while they cleaned up.

“Do you need help?” he started to ask as Lola put the box away and Mina left to get them more snacks.

“Shhh,” said Mina over her shoulder. “Diaper boys are seen and not heard, remember?”

The women sat around the coffee table and ate crackers and cheese and gossiped and showed each other TikToks on their phones for a while. Every so often someone handed him a cracker and cheese to eat.

“Aw, I think he’s getting tired. He was rubbing his eyes a second ago. That’s what that means, right?” said Heather.

“Yeah, that means he’s tired,” said Felicity. “And his eyes are getting all red, too. Are you tired, baby?”

He nodded.

“Do you want to put him down to sleep?” asked Mina, looking up from Larissa’s phone, where she’d been showing her an Instagram post.

Heather’s face lit up. “Yeah! I’d love to!”

“Okay, he can go in the guest room, next to mine. I already set it up with a mattress protector and everything. If you want you can read him a book, there’s a couple in there. But he’ll be fine if you don’t want to. Just make sure he brushes his teeth.”

Heather stood up and walked over to the couch. “I’m gonna lift you up, okay?” She leaned over him, arms outstretched. She tried to pull him up. “Oof. Oh my god, dude, give me a little help here, okay? Grab onto me. There you go.” Soon she had him on her hip. It looked a little ridiculous with his long legs hanging on either side of her, but Heather was stocky and strong and carried him easily now that he had his arms right around her.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon,” she said to the group.

“Wait, is his diaper messy?” asked Mina.

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

“Make sure he messes, too, before he goes to bed. If you don’t want to change him, or you need help, just give us a shout, okay?”

“Okay! No problem,” said Heather, turning around and carrying him towards the bathroom. “You aren’t going to give me any trouble, are you?” She smiled at him as he buried his face in her shoulder. “I bet you’re going to be super good.”

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I slip in my bookmark and I turn my head to say goodnight to my boyfriend. His head is on the pillow and his eyes are half-closed and unfocused, a little blush on his cheeks.

“Hey, you’re not pooping, are you?” I ask him. He smiles shyly at me. “That’s not really going to help with your pottytraining, is it?”

His thumb slips into his mouth and he shakes his head. He knows I think it’s cute when he sucks his thumb.

“Okay, well you can get away with it this time, just because you’re so cute. But next time I’m taking you over my knee, I’m serious.”

He cuddles closer to me. “And it’s a pull-up tomorrow,” I tell him.

“No,” he says quietly. “I just want diapers.”

“You can’t have diapers all the time, baby. We’re working on this, remember?”

I reach my hand under the covers and cup his bottom. “Oh, you were going, weren’t you? Okay, finish up. Are you going to go and change yourself or do you need my help?”

“I need your help,” he says, face on my shoulder.

“Okay, okay. I’ll help you out. Let me know when you’re finished, okay?”

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Hi everyone.

I took a short break and password-protected this blog and it was good.

I did it because I got scared that someone had found me and it made me realize that I am really scared of that happening and I’m afraid that I’ve been careless about making sure that it doesn’t. It turned out to be totally fine but the amount that I panicked made me think I should take a break.

In addition, I think I want my sexuality to be more private than it was becoming here. There are a lot of fantasies that I don’t post and I don’t really feel that what I post here represents my interests exactly. Sometimes I feel like I’m playing a character, which is fine I guess because compartmentalizing this part of my life makes it easier to not tell anyone about it or mix it with who I am in real life.

I think, however, that some people take my stories too seriously or project an image onto me. I’m not really sure if I’m sensitive or if it’s inappropriate on their part.

Writing and publishing a story is different than keeping it in your head or for personal use. Every time someone reads it a slightly different version is created by the reader. I thought that posting about fetish specifically would feel different than putting myself out there sexually, which I really struggle with, but in the end it kind of felt the same.

I’m so lonely when it comes to romantic and sexual relationships in real life. While working on this blog I’ve realized just how little sexual interest (outside of fetish) I have in comparison to a typical person. It’s frustrating that this didn’t really prove to be a satisfying outlet. It’s frustrating that people in real life think I’m basically asexual and I’m not really able to correct them. It’s just hard. And this is not a place where I expect to meet anyone I will date in person or have a long relationship with.

I’m going to post a draft or two that I have tonight and then I’m just going to think about it more. I don’t know if I’m going to fully come back or if I’ll take another break, but I don’t think I’m going to private the blog again, at least not right away.

I really appreciate everyone’s kind comments about my writing. It’s really boosted my confidence in my art, both in this context and outside of it. Thank you all very much.

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Baby...did you have another accident? No?? Its just juice?? Are you sure? It doesn't look like you just spilled juice on yourself, sweetheart....Its okay, you can tell me. Mommy won't be mad at you. Its Mama's fault for not taking you to go potty. I'm so sorry I didn't notice you had to go, sweetie. Next time just come and tell Mommy you have to go. Can you do that for me, angel? I know you're too little to use the potty all by yourself, just come ask Mama and she'll take you, okay? 💓

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Did you get deleted?!

No, I'm still here. I just set a password. Let me know if you can see this

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Imagine a girl telling a boy like actual lies about supposed accidents that are completely invented. “Remember that time last week when you wet yourself in the hallway and got it all down your pants?” Both of them know it’s fiction, but he just wants to hear more.

“Yeah, I remember that…”

“Uh-huh, and when you went pee while we were driving on Tuesday…it got allll over the seat, didn’t it? And I had to change you into a diaper, didn’t I? See, you’re having accidents all the time now…no wonder we have to keep you padded!!”

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“I’m on break so I only have about fifteen minutes, okay?” she tells him, pressing the phone between her chin and shoulder as she opens the door. It just rained and there are still a few puddles on the sidewalk, but the sun is out. She starts to walk along the block.

“Okay,” he says. “You don’t need to eat or anything?”

“I’m okay,” she says. Silence. She glances over her shoulder, back at the building. Then across the street. There’s no one around. “What are you wearing?” she breathes into the phone.

“Umm…just my sweater, my shirt, and jeans…and my socks and shoes, I guess.”

“That isn’t everything, is it?”

“And, um, and my…and a diaper.”

“That’s everything, isn’t it, honey?” She passes by a couple who are out walking, too.

“Yeah, that’s everything…”

“Wet or dry?” she asks, passing another woman who seems to be waiting for her dog to finish sniffing the base of a telephone pole. They could be talking about anything, the weather, the air in the house, maybe some kind of food…

“Um…I’m a little bit damp…”

“Aww, honeypie. Are you going to be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah, uh, for now…”

“I’ll get you…um…I can help you out as soon as I’m home, okay, baby? Just make sure there aren’t any leaks again.” Maybe they’re talking about an issue with the car, the roof after the rain, maybe the toilet needed to be repaired…

“There won’t be any leaks,” he says, laughing. “I’ll be okay, Mommy.”

“Just go ahead and sit over the toilet if you’re worried you’ve gone pee too much, okay?” Uh-oh. That was a little more explicit. Luckily no one is around.

“Mommy! Aren’t you in public?!”

“Oops, I know, I know. Just…just remember not to change it before I get there, okay?” She’s walking by another pair of people. Maybe it’s that there’s an air purifier filter that he needed help with, or…

“I won’t. I mean…I wouldn’t want to do it by myself, anyway.”

“No, of course not.” She’s pretty far out from the office, now. She turns around and begins the walk back.

“There is just one thing though…I’m definitely going to need to mess at some point, uh…”

“Aww. Soon?”

“Yeah, um, probably kind of soon. I just had lunch and you know how I…oh, I think I’m peeing again.” There’s a soft crinkling over the phone. “Oh, yeah, I definitely am.”

“Okay, baby boy, we’ll get you sorted as soon as I get home. Go ahead and just poop if you have to, okay? Shh, shh, it’s fine. There’s literally nobody on this block, okay? Besides, why should I be embarrassed? I’m not the one who goes…”

“Mommy, stop!!” She hears a little thump and she’ll bet anything he’d hit his hand down on the table like he always does when she makes him feel really embarrassed and shy.

“Aw, I’m sorry, honey. Okay, Mommy has to go back to work now. Text me if you think of anything you need and I can pick it up on the way home.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“You are such a good boy.” She’s almost back to the door. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”