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ok the tags on your dom/sub poll had no right making me as blushy as they did 🫣 the idea of insisting im a grown up but then being asked “what’s this then” about my diaper waistband or toys on the floor is soooooo good

hehe

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When you write your stories do you imagine the characters using cute ABDL diapers or plain medical ones?

Tbh I think I just picture white ones. The baby-looking ones are kind of cheesy to me or I don’t always like the art styles. But I understand they’re more comfortable & have better capacity too

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The story with the man messing himself at the fair and the girl helping him... God... That's sending me into a mini spiral, God I need that in my life. 😭

Hehe thank you

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I like how you described your work as “female gaze” femdom. I have been trying to figure out why I am drawn to your stories more than other ABDL fiction I have read before. It’s true that many stories are not only from the LB perspective but they do not focus much on the interiority of the MD character. Sometimes it feels like the Mommy in other works is a robot just there to enact a fantasy. I appreciate the way you depict how both characters are excited and enjoying the situation (even if it is embarrassing/messy/painful). It is hard to put this into words but I wanted to let you know!

Thank you so much!

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“Mommy, I had an accident and went poop.”

She looks up from her book. “In your pull-up? Are you serious?”

Now he wants to shake his head, but it’s true; he can feel mushy poop pressing up against his bottom. He chews his nail. “I was playing outside and I really needed to go…I tried to make it to the toilet, but I just…”

“You didn’t make it? Where did you go?”

“Out in the hallway. Like right outside the doorway. I’m sorry, Mommy.”

“You didn’t leak and get pee on the rug again, did you?”

“Noo, I didn’t.”

“Quit chewing your nail, honey. Come here.” She pulls up his sweatshirt, revealing the white waistband poking up over his pants. She gently moves his hips and he takes the cue and spins around.

“Oh, wow, you’re super saggy back here, aren’t you?”

He whines. “I knoww. I know, Mommy.”

“And you also know very well that pull-ups are only for just-in-case when you can’t make it to go pee, don’t you?” She spins him back around and he nods.

“And you know that you need to tell Mommy if you have to go number two, right, baby?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re the mommy and I’m the baby.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Take your fingers out of your mouth. I’ll go get you your pacifier instead. Clearly you need it right now.” She gets up, leaving him standing next to her chair, twisting a little in place. He’s still chewing his nails.

“Wait, Mommy, I need to go pee again,” he calls out after her.

She comes back with his pacifier and he tries to protest as she holds his chin and puts it in his mouth. “I have to—I kind of need to…”

“You aren’t trying to say you have to pee *again*, are you, baby? Jesus, you have a tiny bladder. I bet it’s just a little trickle again, too. You’re going to make a big deal out of it and then when I finally sit you on the toilet you’ll just dribble and a little and then tell me you’re all done.”

“Nuh-uh!” He takes the pacifier out of his mouth and she swats his hand, shushing him.

“Shh, shh. Don’t get fussy with me, now. Mommy’s going to change you before you get leaky.”

He follows her to the bedroom and she helps him with his pants. And then he lays down on the changing pad on the floor. She gives him a pillow to hug and hide his face while she gets the pull-up off him and cleans him up.

“Boys should know better than to do that in their pull-ups,” she tells him as she finishes wiping him down. “I really am starting to think that you need diapers again.”

He shakes his head behind the pillow. He can hear the cap of the lotion bottle click open and she starts to rub it on. Her fingers are soft and cold.

“Ohh, someone doesn’t want to wear big, thick diapers, does he?”

He shakes his head again, squirming on the mat.

“How come you’re starting to get a little hard, then, huh?”

He squirms again, squeezing the pillow.

“Do you still need to go pee?” He can hear the drawer under the bed sliding out and the familiar, crinkly sound of the diaper being removed and fluffed.

He nods. She lifts his legs under the knee and slides the diaper under him.

“I bet you’d rather go pee in a diaper than on the toilet,” she says, slowly pulling it through his legs. “That’s just the kind of boy you are.”

He shakes his head again.

“I know, I know. It’s a little embarrassing. But it’s okay to admit that’s what you want.” She tapes him up. The diaper feels secure and soft around him. “I’m going to go wash my hands. If you’re wet when I get back, it’s diapers for another week. If you’re dry, we’re trying pull-ups again tomorrow.”

The door clicks shut and he listens to her footsteps down the hallway, pacifier abandoned and fingers in his mouth, considering his options.

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“Mommy, I had an accident and went poop.”

She looks up from her book. “In your pull-up? Are you serious?”

Now he wants to shake his head, but it’s true; he can feel mushy poop pressing up against his bottom. He chews his nail. “I was playing outside and I really needed to go…I tried to make it to the toilet, but I just…”

“You didn’t make it? Where did you go?”

“Out in the hallway. Like right outside the doorway. I’m sorry, Mommy.”

“You didn’t leak and get pee on the rug again, did you?”

“Noo, I didn’t.”

“Quit chewing your nail, honey. Come here.” She pulls up his sweatshirt, revealing the white waistband poking up over his pants. She gently moves his hips and he takes the cue and spins around.

“Oh, wow, you’re super saggy back here, aren’t you?”

He whines. “I knoww. I know, Mommy.”

“And you also know very well that pull-ups are only for just-in-case when you can’t make it to go pee, don’t you?” She spins him back around and he nods.

“And you know that you need to tell Mommy if you have to go number two, right, baby?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re the mommy and I’m the baby.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Take your fingers out of your mouth. I’ll go get you your pacifier instead. Clearly you need it right now.” She gets up, leaving him standing next to her chair, twisting a little in place. He’s still chewing his nails.

“Wait, Mommy, I need to go pee again,” he calls out after her.

She comes back with his pacifier and he tries to protest as she holds his chin and puts it in his mouth. “I have to—I kind of need to…”

“You aren’t trying to say you have to pee *again*, are you, baby? Jesus, you have a tiny bladder. I bet it’s just a little trickle again, too. You’re going to make a big deal out of it and then when I finally sit you on the toilet you’ll just dribble and a little and then tell me you’re all done.”

“Nuh-uh!” He takes the pacifier out of his mouth and she swats his hand, shushing him.

“Shh, shh. Don’t get fussy with me, now. Mommy’s going to change you before you get leaky.”

He follows her to the bedroom and she helps him with his pants. And then he lays down on the changing pad on the floor. She gives him a pillow to hug and hide his face while she gets the pull-up off him and cleans him up.

“Boys should know better than to do that in their pull-ups,” she tells him as she finishes wiping him down. “I really am starting to think that you need diapers again.”

He shakes his head behind the pillow. He can hear the cap of the lotion bottle click open and she starts to rub it on. Her fingers are soft and cold.

“Ohh, someone doesn’t want to wear big, thick diapers, does he?”

He shakes his head again, squirming on the mat.

“How come you’re starting to get a little hard, then, huh?”

He squirms again, squeezing the pillow.

“Do you still need to go pee?” He can hear the drawer under the bed sliding out and the familiar, crinkly sound of the diaper being removed and fluffed.

He nods. She lifts his legs under the knee and slides the diaper under him.

“I bet you’d rather go pee in a diaper than on the toilet,” she says, slowly pulling it through his legs. “That’s just the kind of boy you are.”

He shakes his head again.

“I know, I know. It’s a little embarrassing. But it’s okay to admit that’s what you want.” She tapes him up. The diaper feels secure and soft around him. “I’m going to go wash my hands. If you’re wet when I get back, it’s diapers for another week. If you’re dry, we’re trying pull-ups again tomorrow.”

The door clicks shut and he listens to her footsteps down the hallway, pacifier abandoned and fingers in his mouth, considering his options.

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Kudos to you for putting out here a very wonderful part of yourself, so uniquely, naturally and honestly, and then receiving such a welcoming response. I concur your stories hit a much unhit nerve on the "other side."

Some suggestions from your readers have not been of much interest to you, like transgender themes.

How do you feel about the humiliation of punishments, liked being spanked for wetting, or any behavior you might find needing correction? Do corrections or lessons naturally fit into any of your story ideas?

Hi!

Thank you :)

I have written about spanking a few times but probably not in very much detail. I do like punishments. I like the idea of denial (in a “vanilla” way, lol, like not buying a toy) by having the domme say “No because you were bad earlier remember?” and ignoring him if he whines. I also like the idea that the sub is genuinely a little scared (still consenting obv) and not just misbehaving or having “accidents” or whatever because he wants the punishment so bad. I don’t know; a lot of stuff kind of rides a line with me because if the sub is too eager for it, it puts a lot of pressure on the domme and loops back around to him being more in control of her. If that makes any sense lol

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I think it’s important that the human pet guy interacted with me once but I wish it had happened on my main so I could brag about it

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“Aww, you had trouble making it, huh?” Gently and carefully she undid his fly, fingers brushing the waistband of his pull-up. She eased his pants down to his knees. “You can finish up in your pull-up, sitting over the toilet. Come here.”

He sat down and almost immediately felt more warmth saturating the pull-up, a little leaking and trickling into the toilet under him. She took out her phone and started checking her texts, running a hand over his hair absentmindedly.

“All done, honey?”

“Mhm.” The front of his pull-up was starting to feel tight and he squirmed a little, rubbing his legs together. The feeling was almost as intense as the need-to-pee feeling had been just a few minutes earlier.

“Okay, just a second.” She types something on her phone with her free hand while the other keeps petting his hair. She’s focusing so much on texting that she accidentally brushes her finger over his eye.

“Ouch…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Are you good?” She turns her phone off and slides it back into her pocket.

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, let’s stand up. Oops, you’re dripping a little bit. Ohh, someone’s going to need new pants. Help me take these off. Good boy…”

She folds the pants loosely and sets them on the floor next to the counter. Then she opens the cabinet to get him a new pull-up.

“Um, I kind of need…”

“What’s that?” Her back is to him as she digs in the cabinet.

“I’m, a little bit, um…”

“You’re what? You need to go more? You just totally soaked that pull-up, I don’t think…”

“No, I…”

She turns back around and eases off his soggy pull-up. “Ooh, yeah, look at that. No wonder you were dripping. Are you going to remember to tell me next time you have to go?” She bends over and discards the pull-up in his pail, totally ignoring his throbbing erection. He rubs his hands over his face in frustration.

“Step in, honey.” She pulls the pull-up snug around his hips and spends a while adjusting the waistband. He feels all squirmy and fluttery inside. “Come on, let’s go get your pants on.” She laces her fingers through his and pulls him to the bedroom.

She spends so long rifling through his drawer. “Those are going to be a little warm for today…oh, these are the ones you spilled on…ahh, this will work.” She’s holding a pair of jeans. Kind of tight jeans. He wants to argue but he knows he won’t get anywhere. She helps him step into them again and pulls them up all the way to his hips and yanks the zipper up and buttons them. The fly is pressing uncomfortable on his belly.

“All dry, aren’t you? Soo good.”

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I’ve really enjoyed reading your stories as of late. Is there a name for the “style” you work with? Gentle femdom, maybe? It’s kind of MD/LB but not really that either. Regardless, it’s good and pushes lots of buttons. I’m not into AB per se, but more of DL with a strong humiliation kink. So being forced into diapers or punished with them. But also with a strong sexual aspect. Your stories seem to really line up with all that.

Hi thank you so much!

I don’t know whether I’m working with a specific style or genre, but I’m glad people like it and that they think it is fresh or original. I think gentle femdom definitely factors into it. And female gaze femdom?

Thanks for the ask!

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I am so glad I stumbled across your blog!! Your stories are a perfect mix of cute and hot.

I saw that you’re open to requests, I would love to see a story where the sub wears a diaper on a plane, please. Maybe it even gets detected during security and he has to get pulled aside? Or the turbulence scares him and he pees.

No pressure, of course! I read and love everything you write

I thiiink I’ve done something similar to this before but I think they were mostly in the airport. I will def take this into consideration!

And thank you :)

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“Aww, did you wet yourself? I think your pull-up leaked. You’ve got a little wet spot right here on your overalls.”

He felt her fingers slowly close around the back of his hand and pull his hand away from from his face.

“Okay, let’s go find your mommy.” She pulled him by the hand through the party, past people chatting and drinking and he doesn’t know what. It was all a blur right now.

“Do you know where Sheila is? Davie had a little bit of an accident…” He heard his friend’s voice from far away, through the drone of music and the sound of people talking.

“Aww, he did wet himself, didn’t he? I thought she put in him in a diaper tonight.”

“No, he just had a pull-up on when I checked.”

“Oh, really? That’s strange. I thought I remembered her telling me he needed to be diapered if he wanted to drink…”

Soo embarrassing. He tried his best to hide behind his free hand, wishing he could just disappear. It was true that his mommy usually put him in a diaper before they went out…but this time he’d begged for just a pull-up. And, clearly, he hadn’t been able to handle that.

“I want Mommy.” His voice sounded quiet and far-away.

“Oh, oh, don’t worry. We’re going to get you to Mommy. Shh, shh, shh, honey.” She lead him down the hallway and toward the kitchen. As they passed the bathroom, he heard the toilet flush, which made him squirm a little. Oh no…I definitely still need to go a little bit…

“Sheila!” They were finally in the kitchen. He could see his mommy standing by the island in the middle of the room, wine glass in hand, talking to her friends. “Your boyfriend’s having some trouble…”

“Oh, no, sweetheart!” She set the glass down on the counter and hurried over. “Ohh, baby, you couldn’t hold it, could you?”

“I didn’t know it was going to be that much,” he said, shifting from foot to foot.

“Does he need anything?” Oh no. The host was in the kitchen too. Now everyone was looking at him, asking Mommy what they could do.

“Yeah, actually…could we use your bedroom?”

“Of course!!”

Mommy guided him out of the kitchen, hand on his back. The door to the bedroom opened and then shut behind them, latch clicking into place. He wiggled his toes against the soft carpet through his socks. The room smelled like scented candles. There was all kinds of grown-up lady stuff in here, a makeup vanity and books on the bedside table. “I know you, honey. I can tell you need to go more, don’t you?”

“Umm…no, I’m…”

“Come on. Don’t fight tonight. You’re already…well…you already kind of lost the battle, didn’t you?”

“Can we go to the bathroom, please?” He asked as she set her big bag on the floor and opened it. She pulled out a towel and spread it on the bed. “Am I going to get to go in the toilet?” he asked again as she put her hands under his arms and pulled him up onto the bed, sitting him on the towel.

“What does it look like is happening?” she asked, unfastening the buttons of his overalls. “Here, shimmy out of these for me. Ohh, good boy.”

“Um…maybe I’m…maybe I can go to the bathroom after this?”

“Don’t be silly, honey.” She guided his legs out in front of him and gently pushed his shoulders back onto the towel. He lifted up his butt and let her slide his overalls all the way off. She examined the wet spot on them carefully, running her fingers over the fabric. “You leaked a lot, huh?”

“I thought I could hold it, okay? I think I can this time…I just need you to help me up and…”

She set them on the bed next to him. “Look at how you start sucking your thumb as soon as I get you lying down and ready for a change…No, I really don’t think you’re ready for the toilet.”

“You used to let me,” he said, taking his thumb out of his mouth. He haated it when she pointed out how little he was acting. So mean. It made him feel all red and hot in the face, and…

“Hmm,” she said, tapping her fingers against her chin. “If you really hate this so much, what’s going on down here right now?” She smoothed his wet pull-up over his obvious erection.

“Stopppp.” He squirmed on the bed, rocking his hips from side to side.

“Don’t do that and mess up the towel. You are not leaking on someone else’s bed.”

Immediately he stopped rocking. His thumb slipped back into his mouth.

“You’re tired, too, aren’t you? I think we might need to head out soon, huh?” She smoothed his hair away from his face. It was true, he did feel sleepy…and warm…and relaxed. A little dribble of liquid in his pull-up…he stiffened. He could hear the crinkling sound of her fluffing a diaper. And then she was lifting his legs in the air and taking the pull-up off.

“Ohh…” She clucked her tongue. “You leaked a little bit on the towel. I hope that didn’t soak through…” The diaper was under his butt. Soo soft. “See, I told you just a pull-up wasn’t going to work so good.”

“I think I could do it…next time…”

“Uh-huh, that’s right, honey. Never heard that one before.” Now she was sliding on his “just-in-case” pants that she brought everywhere. “Butt up again, okay? There we go. You are being so good for me. Minus your bratty tongue.”

“I’m good! I can be good!”

“Okay, baby. I believe you.” She pulled him back up into a sitting position. Immediately he felt himself start to pee again. “Aw, going already? I know your peeing face, honey, you don’t need to blush like that. Come on, let’s get this all cleaned up and go say goodbye to everyone. We’re going to go home and read a story and go to sleep, okay? Does that sound good?”

Leaking in front of a friend who says “let’s go find your mommy…” and takes you by the hand to look for her

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Leaking in front of a friend who says “let’s go find your mommy…” and takes you by the hand to look for her

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Go ahead, lay your little head down. I know honey, you're embarrassed about having to wear your diapers to bed, but that's just how it has to be for helpless little bedwetters like you. Oh baby, there's no use in getting all embarrassed, although it is super cute when your little cheeks turn all pink. That's what you are, isn't it? A helpless little bedwetter? Why don't you go ahead and be a good baby for me and admit it. Admit that you can't make it to the potty like a big kid at night.

That's why you wear diapers to bed, right kiddo? Look at you in your big, thick, crinkly diaper. You can't even hide it under your pajamas. Everyone who sees you will know that you have accidents at night, and that you need the extra protection. No honey, it's not "just in case." You wet the bed every night, so really no one expects you to wake yo dry. That's why I call you a bedwetter; it's your permanent state of being. No one could ever mistake you for potty trained.

I mean, come on, you're in full fledged diapers at night with cute designs and everything, but we both know you're in pull-ups during the day, too. And you wear those pull-ups during the day because sometimes you just can't make it to the potty on time, can you? You're so helpless and pathetic. It's honestly a wonder why we ever tried treating you like an adult in the first place; clearly you weren't ready for it.

Oh well, this is just how things will have to be from now on. But I certainly don't mind. I love seeing you like this. I love making you into my adorable little kiddo, always needing to rely on me for a helping hand and a diaper change. That's right, you can't even change your own diapers. You're just too little for that. Babies don't get to change their own diapers, and that's clearly what you are. So next time you've filled all that little padding between your legs, you come tell me and I'll make sure to get you changed right away, okay little one? <3

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Holy shit. Making little “picture books” to read at bed time but they’re all dirty abdl stories. And then teasing him for getting worked up over a story and pretending it’s innocent. And definitely not letting him finish

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I’ve been so so busy and stressed lately and haven’t looked at tumblr that often and saw your stories this mornin an immediately was smilin heh 🙈 thank you for always writin 🥰 I don’t care what you write ima read iiiiittt

Thank you :)