#cg time

[layraket]

when your older brother is being called out by dad for something you did

goodnight

[codacheetah]

smile for the camera! :)

[egophiliac]

starting off with an amuse-bouche of some of my initial favorite bits! y'all, this update was WILD.

[maddiethedog2]

The Marathon

Your caregiver decides they want to train for a marathon to get in better shape. They invite you to train with them. You happily accept, excited they want to do something so big with you for once.

The next day, you get dressed in your best fitness gear, including the thinest pull-up you have, so it won't interfere with your gait.

When you step outside, your caregiver, who is standing next to a large running stroller, laughs.

"Oh, sweetie? Did you think you were running with me? No! I just figured you'd love the long stroller rides. Plus, the extra weight will make the running even better for me!"

They then walk over and pull back the waistband of your athletic shorts.

"Oh, baby! These won't due! It's a long ride, and I don't want to stop for changies!"

Fifteen minutes later, rather than running next to your partner in your tight fitting active wear, your strapped into a stroller next to your favorite stuffie dressed in your thickest diaper with a childish onesie. Your grumpily sucking a huge bottle of milk as the gentle rocking of the stroller lulls you to sleep.

In just three short months, your caregiver finishes the marathon in the best shape they've ever been. Countless miles of running while pushing you in a stroller paying off.

In contrast, you feel softer and weaker than you ever have. Despite traversing the same miles on the road as your caregiver, you've spent them fully restrained, napping in a soggy and often messy diaper.

Despite that, you couldn't help feel a sense of pride as, after your caregiver hoisted you out of your stroller and onto their hip at the end of the race, a woman places a finisher's medal around your neck as well for, "Being such a good little baby for the whole race."

[shira-ceres]

I can be your angle or ur devil

[mooneggtarts]

"You are their hope"

I love to associate Orange (or his power? Same thing) to that of a north star ☆

[simikae]

She asks that I tell you to remember her. You won’t.

[itslilacokay]

oh would you look at that

part 1!

[minjeungsno1fan]

A while ago I did a set of MILGRAM x DRDT drawings, so I decided to post them here as well, since most of my art deals in screenshot redraws (like the TDLOSK au I did)

[solplease]

SPOILERS FOR DAY 4 OF 14DWY!!

i was actually losing my mind when i played day 4 lmao, so.... redraw time!!

i hope i drew it well enough haha

[carrinth]

Hey! I love to see Fox giving riyo one of the bear hugs that puts everything back together ❤️

Everybody Lives (Except Palps) AU ending. Big hugs. The Clone Wars ends. During the Battle for Coruscant, Fox and Master Shaak-Ti succeed in defeating General Grevious and pushing back the Seperatist invasion. However, Supreme Chancellor Palps is tragically killed when Seperatist forces attempt to kidnap him. So tragic. Later a new Chancellor is elected and the Seperatist surrender. Fox retires to be rich house husband.

Meanwhile...

"Since when does Fox have a girlfriend???"

[layraket]

enjoy whatever this is while i work in some things for the au

reference

[rui-drawsbox]

ruri,,, but in keyframes by @blank-house (again) ((help im obsessed this is not a joke))

[princesspottypantss]

jus a dry diape butt ૮ ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა

[loserrrrs]

pink pull up and my favorite top

it's cute under the onesie

[maddiethedogstories]

The Birthday - An Interlude - Halloween

"Mommy says when you get scared, you forget your potty training," a soft feminine voice whispered in my ear.

"Mommy says Halloween makes you a scaredy cat, ready to jump at the tiniest spooky or scary thing," the voice continued.

I moaned in my half-asleep state, wondering what was going on, and beginning to feel a deep anxiety form in the pit of my stomach.

"Mommy says that she is the only one who can console you when you get scared."

At the third strange command, I opened my eyes and the reality of what was happening hit me. I was greeted by my wife's grinning face.

"Mommy, please, no!" I said exasperated as Melody gave me a soft, motherly kiss to my forehead.

"Good morning, baby. Happy Halloween!" is all she said as she ignored my futile protest.

It had been nearly six months since the fateful weekend where my wife had discovered my AB/DL kink and treated me to a birthday weekend of both my dreams and nightmares.

Since that weekend, very little had actually changed in my life. Melody had lifted most of the hypnotic triggers she had implanted in me (although I was still forced to refer to her as Mommy, exclusively). She almost never used her 'Mommy says' trigger against me, only reminding me of it if I got "too big for my britches" as she liked to put it.

The only major change is that my little hobby as an AB/DL smut author had become a little more complicated. Melody still allowed me to write my 'little stories' as she liked to put it, but I was no longer the final arbiter of what got posted.

Mommy made me show her each and every story I wrote, and she decided whether it was good enough and 'appropriate' enough to get posted. She also made me make a post apologizing for the treatment of the female characters in my story and explain her newly assumed role of Mommy-editor-in-chief.

My reputation as a big and a dom took a drastic hit. But, over the course of a few months, things settled back down and we settled into comfortable dynamic and rhythm.

That was, until I woke up to my wife's new commands this morning.

"Mommy, please, what did I do? I've been a good boy! You can't do this to me!"

I hated how whiney and small I sounded pleading with my wife like this, but I had long since had my pride beaten out of me.

"Halloween is my favorite holiday! If I can't control myself when I'm scared, if I get scared easily, if I need you to calm me down, I'll… I'll… I'll…"

I couldn't finish my sentence as I realized that, in the early morning hour, the room was still dark. I noticed shadows dancing around the corners of the room and suddenly, a pang of terror, raced through me.

I felt my sheets grow warm and wet beneath me as I let out a panicked cry.

"Mommy!"

I dove for my wife's arms, horrified and desperate for her, the only person I could see as my protector, to help me.

She laughed softly as she pulled me into her arms, and I felt my rational mind retake control.

"Aw, is my little baby afraid of the dark? And," I feel her pat my wet butt, "did you have a little accident! Let Mommy help make it all better."

I whined as she got out of bed and turned on the light, subconsciously rebelling against the lose of the comfort being held by her provided.

As the light turned on, a feeling of relief washed over me as the phantoms in the corners of the room dematerialized. At the same time, I blushed as the light revealed the shameful puddle I had just made in the bed.

"Mommy, please, Halloween is my favorite, you can't make me, force me, let me… I can't be this," I pleaded as Melody walked over to inspect the damage to our bed.

She reached over and brushed her fingers lightly on my cheek as she responded to my pleas.

"Oh, my precious little pants-piddler, you and I both know that Mommy can and will make you be whatever I want," She bent over, making eye contact with me as she showed off her ample cleavage, "And today, I want you to be Mommy's perfect little scaredy-cat toddler."

I groaned, knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do to resist Melody's power over me.

"Ok, Mommy," I responded, defeated.

"Perfect, now, let's get you diapered up before some little ghoul or goblin scares you again, and you make another mess."

I just sighed and laid on my back as I waited for Melody to diaper me so the worst Halloween of my life could begin in earnest.