#incontinent pets

[scale-up-enrichment]

Dorothy is a 16 year old semi-incontinent manx cat who was dumped outside to fend for herself over a decade ago (per the actual ex-owners) and despite all I've done for her

she likes to play dead to terrorize me

[hypnowoof]

being incontinent with an omo fetish is so hard because i will always choose holding it til im leaking over making it to the bathroom on time

[shinsocest]

One of my favorite things about my senior cat is that she skitters into the bathroom behind me as if I wouldn't let her come with to begin with. As if she's not my bathroom buddy little princess

[mabelsguidetolife]

my cats pepper and kenny are getting older and frailer despite our best efforts to keep them healthy…… poor little guys

[defilerwyrm]

you know you’re at a country vet clinic when the doc says she needs to take a urine sample from your cat and what she comes back with as the collection vessel

is one of these

(yes this actually happened this morning. it was very effective)

[david-tianyi]

http://www.tyhygiene.com

The headquarters of Hebei Tianyi Hygiene Co., Ltd. is located in the scenic Guangzong Economic Development Zone in Xingtai, Hebei Province. 

It covers a comprehensive area of 100,000 square meters and has more than 500 employees, a modern sanitary products manufacturing enterprise integrating R&D, design, production and sales. It has nearly 20 production lines of various sanitary products. 

Main products include: Baby diapers, Adult diapers, Pull-ups, Nursing pads, Menstrual pants, Breast Pads, Disposable toilet seat cover etc.

The company was founded in 2012 and established its own factory in 2015. With more than 10 years of unremitting efforts, become a leading e-commerce merchant in China and exports more than 40 countries in the Americas, Europe, Asia, the Middle East, and Africa. .

Vision: Create world-class nursing brand, respected by society

Mission: 

Create value for users, create opportunities for partners

Create wealth for shareholders, create a better life for society

Values: Continuous innovation, integrity and responsibility, courage to take responsibility, true love and care

[kittnpaw]

i hope all disabled members of the agere community are having a great disability pride month!

this includes:

all physically and/or intellectually disabled / impaired age regressors, pet regressors, flips, caregivers, age dreamers, and pet dreamers

regressors who are non-verbal, lose speech, or otherwise experience difficulty with verbal communication

regressors who use mobility aids (canes, wheelchairs, crutches, braces, etc.)

regressors who use communication aids (AAC devices, communication cards, signs, etc.)

regressors who use other accessibility aids (eye tracking, screen readers, etc.)

incontinent regressors and regressors who use diapers / pull-ups to cope with other aspects of their disability

regressors who struggle with defining a regression age range because of their disability

regressors who regress because of their disability, or feel as though their regression is heavily impacted by their disability

regressors who are proud of their disability or find joy in being disabled

regressors who feel ashamed of their disability or have struggled to accept it

regressors who have difficulty playing or doing high-energy activities, whether it be due to mobility, fatigue, or self-consciousness / anxiety

regressors who feel like they don't fit in with very stereotypical representations of agere because of their disability

pet regressors who's connection to a certain animal is because of / linked to their disability

age dreamers who age dream because their disability prevents them from regressing, or if dreaming makes them feel more comfortable

caregivers who worry they're not able to care for regressors properly due to chronic pain / fatigue (you're doing great btw)

feel free to add on! /ᐠ 𒒬 ﻌ ^ マ☆

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

How OP men would comfort you after losing a pet || Shanks and Crocodile

I have to put my dog of eleven years down on the 31st (it's 7/30 when I'm writing this). Unfortunately, he has an inoperable cancerous mass on his perineum that is giving him incontinence issues.

Warning: use of (y/n), angst, pet/animal death mentioned.

Shanks would be there for you and give you anything you ask for, even if it hurts him.

Lucky Roux barged into Shanks's office, going as far as to kick in the door, and yelled, "Boss, I swear to god, you need to go check on (y/n)."

Shanks stopped conversing with Hongo, looked up, and blinked incredulously at his cook's extreme, unusual reaction. "Why's that?" he asked, instantly worried you had crossed some line, you always did have issues identifying people's unspoken boundaries, even though you did try your best.

Lucky Roux vented, "They haven't been coming to meals for several days. They haven't been coming out of their room, except for necessities, and we're all worried about them."

"I see," Shanks muttered in dismay as he averted his eyes.

The large, round man ground his teeth together in frustration before he boomed, "Is that all you have to say! There's something wrong with someone you care about, and you sit there and do nothing!"

Hongo stood up, lifted his hands towards Lucky Roux, and tried to ease him down, "Whoa, whoa."

Shanks declared, "It's alright, Hongo, he has every right to be upset." When the blonde sat back in his seat, Shanks sighed, "They're sad because their cat had gotten into that field of lilies on the last island."

"So? Their cat frolicked in a field of flowers." Roux snapped.

Shanks fixed his friend with a stern gaze, and growled, "Lilies are poisonous to cats. It developed fatal kidney failure a few hours later, and we had to put it down before it started to suffer."

Lucky Roux visibly deflated as Shanks continued, "I know better than any of you how much they're hurting right now. I sleep in the same bed as them, I've woken up to them crying next to me during the night every night since it happened. They asked for some space to process their grief, so the only thing we can do, until they're ready to reach out, is make sure they're comfortable and taken care of."

Lucky Roux unclenched his fists, as a tense silence briefly filled the room. All three men grimaced, dissatisfied with the anguish, from feeling like they couldn't do anything to help, gnawing at their hearts. Shanks broke the silence, "They've been eating, they're just taking them in their room."

Lucky Roux huffed, "Why wasn't I informed? It's usually my job to take people their food when they're under the weather."

"They asked me to not make a fuss, they didn't want to worry anyone." Shanks groaned, "Fat lot of good that did."

Hongo piped in, "He came to me to discuss healthy strategies to help them get out of this grief-funk they've sunk into."

Lucky Roux hummed thoughtfully for a moment, before snapping his fingers, "Why don't we have a crew meeting about this?"

"That's a wonderful idea because I've been feeling lost on what to do." Shanks thundered, slapping his knee as he leaned back into his chair.

Sir Crocodile would empathize with you in silence, while he gives you physical comfort and considerable amounts of leniency.

Crocodile walked into his office to see you sitting on his couch, silent and seemingly dazed, clutching a tissue box as tears ran down your face. He eyed you, noting that you weren't moving, and showed no knowledge of his presence. The large man shook his head in disbelief, pulling his lighter and a cigar. He took off his coat, threw it over the couch on the other side of the coffee table, and plopped down next to you on the couch. Crocodile took his sweet time to light up, to give you a chance to say anything before he leaned back into the couch cushions, and asked "What's the matter with you, Kid?"

Unsatisfied with your lack of response, Crocodile put his arm over the couch behind you and used his hook to tap your shoulder farthest from him. When jerked away in surprise, he blew out a large plume of smoke. As you coughed and tried to fan away the smoke, Crocodile cocked his head and enunciated, "What is the matter?"

When you stopped coughing, you rasped, "Why would you think that something is the matter?"

Crocodile rolled his eyes, and grumbled, "Cut the crap, you are visibly a wreck."

"My dog died." You admitted.

Now feeling like an ass, Crocodile muttered, "Fuck, the one in the picture on your desk?" When you nodded, he silently allowed his hand to rest on your shoulder and offered his cigar to you. As he watched you take the cigar from him, Crocodile asked, "How did it happen, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Cancer," You sniffled and took a long pull off his cigar. "It was inoperable, and the tumor grew rapidly over six-ish months. I decided that given all his health issues, age, quality of life, and the number of tumors he had, it was best to put him to sleep before he really started to suffer."

Crocodile nodded, slightly relieved that it wasn't anything violent. "Knowing you, he had a good life, and at least he wasn't in pain." Crocodile offered.

The tall man started to panic as tears filled your eyes once more and your face twisted in grief. "I felt I should have done more for him, I could have done more for him." Crocodile, using his free hand, guided the cigar to your lips and shushed you, "Take a hit, dear, it'll help."

You took a shaky hit and leaned against his shoulder.

"Oh! And that's silk you are getting your snot on," Crocodile grumbled but made no move to push you away, before he tisked, "I guess it's fine." In resignation to the fate of his waistcoat, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, lifted the cigar in your hand to his lips, and took a hit. He'd sit there for as long as you needed him to.

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[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🥛 ┊boba time ┊ Hana ; #02 ꒱

『♡』 Post-Partum urinary incontinence is the bane of your existence, ruining everything, but Katsuki kisses you like it doesn’t matter.

『♡』 having a baby and all that comes with it, post partum anxiety, urinary incontinence, comfort, suggestive scene, insecurity, healthy relationship, pet names : bunny, angel, baby, f!reader

You keep peeing on yourself and it’s fucking infuriating. The stitches have healed and you’re coming along nicely but you just keep peeing on yourself.

You love Hana, her pretty little blonde curls and red eyes. You love her giggles and her cries, even when she makes you cry. But you keep peeing on yourself and it’s the most embarrassing part of having a baby thus far.

Katsuki doesn’t mind, he laughs a little with the baby in his arms when you shove her to him. He watches you waddle to the bathroom grumbling and muttering curses.

It really doesn’t bother him, but it bothers you.

Hana stretched your pelvic floor to hell and back and now, as the doctor said it, you have urinate incontinence.

You change your pad in a haste, wiping gently with a baby wipe and look in the mirror. A cry comes from the other room and you shoot out, darting toward your husband.

“What happened?!” You bite, rushing over to the pair.

Nothing. Nothing happened. Hana is happily sucking down a bottle of breast milk in her fathers arms. She’s getting milk drunk, happy as can be, and he’s bouncing her and humming.

“What’re you talkin’ about baby?” Katsuki mumbles, head tilted to look at your eyes.

“I-I thought I heard her crying..” You mumble and he gives you a pitiful look.

Katsuki moves to sit on the couch, flicking on some random shoujo anime he swears he doesn’t watch. And you follow suit, sitting next to him on the black leather.

His spare arm wraps around you, pulling you closer to his body. His other thick, muscular arm holds Hana and the bottle. He’s gotten amazing at that, multitasking.

Plush lips come down to the top of your head and he murmurs reassurance. You turn and curl into him, breathing in the familiar scent of him.

It’s interesting, smelling the mix of caramel and baby powder all at once. It isn’t something you though you’d find comfort in until now. You feel with your arm for the throw blanket and drape it over the two of you.

“What’s wrong angel?” He ponders, watching the way you close your eyes slowly and sigh in response.

The anime girls on the show are confessing their undying love with roses and bento boxes. It’s kind of cute.

Hana let’s out a satisfied noise and he pulls the bottle from her mouth with a pop, setting it to the side. You lick your thumb and wipe the excess milk from her face and giggle at her features scrunching up in disagreement.

“Just.. worried? What if something happens, you know? And and i- I can’t stop freaking peeing on myself. Even if it’s just a little. I don’t see why you’d be interested in me when I’m constantly- just- yeah.” You let out, breathless and frustrated.

Katsuki hums, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He unwraps his heavy arm from around your middle and turns, lifting your face using his thumb and hand. And he kisses you.

He kisses you deep and slow, sighing into it. And he breaks away when Hana makes a noise, bouncing her momentarily before going back in.

His lips are so soft and remind you of the first time you ever kissed. It reminds you of the day he asked you to marry you. The day he found out you were pregnant.

And his tongue is hot and heavy in your mouth. Patiently exploring and soothing the deep need in your bones to feel wanted.

“I don’t care that you’re peeing on yourself. I don’t care that you need to wear pads cause of it n’ I damn sure haven’t lost interest.” He breaks the kiss, forehead pressing to yours.

You open your mouth, then close it again, then speak.

“But you haven’t touched me..” You whisper, tears pricking your eyes.

“Oh bunny, is that what this is about?” He rasps, worried and kissing over your cheeks where tears begin to spill.

You nod and tremble in his grip.

“The only reason I haven’t fucked you on every surface in our house, haven’t licked every inch of your body, is because you’ve been tired, baby.” His thumb brushes over your lip and he kisses you again, softly.

“I’ve seen how much work you’ve been doing with Hana n’ all. And you’ve been so upset with yourself cause of the peeing situation I thought’cha weren’t ready, angel.” He explains.

Relief washes over your features and you sigh, weight lifted from your chest. You grab him by the jaw and kiss him as hard as you can. He deepens it, and only breaks when Hana begins to make noise.

“Is that- is that really why ?” You murmur, eyes wide and full of hope.

Katsuki nods, crimson eyes boring into your own. His arm bounces your daughter over and over, keeping her snoozing against the fat near his pec.

You spend some time watching the anime, drinking water and lightly snacking. Mundane things, domestic things. Everything that makes life worth it.

He gets up, walking through the house and into the nursery and places her in the crib for her nap time. When he gets back, Katsuki all but slings you into his lap.

You don’t have sex, but the shoujo anime is drowned out in the back regardless. He takes his time with you, exploring new ridges and curves of your body.

Momentarily, you worry about the pad pressing against him. Just how embarrassing it is, at least to you. But that goes away when he kisses up your throat and groans out a praise.

“You’re the sexiest thing on this planet.” He declares, nipping at your jaw, fingers digging into the plush of fat above your hip.

“So glad I made you a momma..” He murmurs, kissing your mouth. And you look to find him staring at you with love struck eyes, looking over your entire body.

He looks between you and let’s put a breathy sigh watching your hips rock into his. Satisfied, he tries to take it a little bit further.

And you forgot about all the water you had. You forgot about the fact that you’ll pee on yourself a little too easily.

So he jostles you, pulling you down so he can get a little more friction. And when he tries to adjust himself by scooching up more, your thin pad gets soaked through.

You screech, embarrassed that you just wet yourself while making out with your husband. It reminds you all too well of every little awkward thing you’ve ever done.

And he doesn’t care, he just ignores it, for a moment. Grabs you by the back of the head and kisses you nice and deep, squeezing your ass. He pats then, telling you to go ahead and change.

When you come back, you don’t notice that he’s changed his sweats to the most similar he could find. You don’t need to know that it got on his pants.

[krisiverse]

i don't know what pet owner needs to hear this, but "spiteful" behavior does not exist.

your dog isn't chewing on your shoes when you're out of the house to spite you, it's just lonely and gravitating to the thing that smells most like you.

your cat isn't urinating outside of the litter box to spite you, there may be a sensory reason such as the smell or feel of the litter, or medical incontinence

your parrot isn't making lots of noise to spite you, they're highly social animals that evolved in a dense jungle and that's how they keep in contact with their flock. you're their flock

i'm not an expert or anything but ive been seeing this kind of attitude all over the place. stop ascribing human motivation to animals, it does both of you a huge disservice

[soft-bugs]

Keep seeing shout-out posts and it's putting me in a positivity mood hehe, so here's one from me. It's a bit all over the place, but 🤷

- Shout out to regressors who've "fallen behind" their peers! Those who don't have their license/permit yet, those with poor grades, those who dropped out of school, those who still live with their parents/guardian(s), those who are unemployed! No matter the reason for it, be it physical health, mental health, financial struggles, whatever the case may be, YOU ARE NOT ALONE!! 💕

- Shout out to regressors struggling with their mental health right now or going through/preparing for seasonal depression right now! WE CAN GET THROUGH THIS!! WE GOT THROUGH IT BEFORE AND WE CAN DO IT AGAIN!! 💙

- Shout out to regressors who lost their childhoods/teenage years to trauma/mental illness and feel like they'll never catch up or get to do fun things again! YOU STILL HAVE TIME!! YOU'RE STILL YOUNG!! YOU HAVE THE REST OF YOUR LIFE TO DO ALL THE THINGS YOU WANNA DO!! IF YOU'RE 40 OR WHATEVER AND WANNA BUILD SAND CASTLES AT THE BEACH DO IT! WHO'S GONNA STOP YOU?! 💚

- Shout out to regressors who are exhausted from working a lot! I SEE YOU! YOU GOT THIS!! GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE YOU DESERVE IT!! YOU ARE NOT A MACHINE!! 💛

- Shout out to introverted, anxious, shy and/or agoraphobic regressors!! Shout out to autistic regressors and those with ADHD! AND those with bipolar disorder, BPD, NPD, OCD, schizophrenia, schizo affective disorder, DID, and any other stigmatized disorder/mental illness/neurodivergence!! YOU'RE NOT ALONE AND PLS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF! ❤️

- Shout out to incontinent regressors and those who just wear diapers to feel safe/comfy/etc. in their regression!! Y'all are so valid, and one thing that you're wearing shouldn't and doesn't define you as a person!! 💜

- Shout out to therian regressors and pet regressors!! 🤎

- Shout out to all the sweet people in this community! Even if you struggle with having positive thoughts, you still spread positivity and love on here and that makes people feel much less alone and I just love that! The world needs more positivity in it and you add to it! Take care of yourselves, and apply the same positivity to yourselves!! 💞

And lastly, don't forget: LIVE YOUR LIFE!! HAVE FUN!! NO MATTER HOW OLD YOU ARE, WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE, WHAT INTERESTS YOU HAVE!!! SCREW CRINGE CULTURE & HATERS, DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY SO LONG AS YOU'RE NOT HURTING ANYONE!!! BE YOURSELF!!! IF SOMEONE DOESN'T LIKE IT, THAT'S THEIR PROBLEM!!!

🖤 🤎 ❤️ 💛 💚 💙 💜 💕 💞

[bunjywunjy]

hey bunjy. i have a question. i have an old cat whose incontinent and recently weve had to resort to putting her in our outdoor pool cage (closed off. she cant go wandering out into roads without someone opening a door for her) becauses shes become incontinent and our house reeks of cat piss. i feel bad for her and want her to be happy out there so i was thinking of getting some furniture. we live in florida and shes a fluffy black cat and i dont want her to get overheated or deal with the heat. ive been looking for shaded furniture for her but all the outdoor, weather-proof furniture ive found is too high up for her as she has arthritis and wont climb any step unless she has to. do you know of any weather-proof, low-lying cat furniture that gives cats a a shaded respite from the sun?

uh. I'm not really pet care adjacent, but it sounds like you have more problems than just furniture. does anyone have (constructive) suggestions for improvements?

[romanestuffsposts]

hi love your writing so much and you seem so sweet :) would you feel comfortable writing about reader who has to wear pull-ups and feels embarrassed about it but her daddies comfort her and make her feel better about it? maybe she even tries to take them off or hide them but daddies explain it’s ok that she needs to wear them? as someone who struggles with incontinence due to a health issue ive been very embarrassed in the past. thank you sm!

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much for this sweet request! I'm so sorry something bad happened and that it made you feel that way! I really hope you're doing better now <3

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : pulls up, reassurance, cuddles, pet names, teasing, bath time, changing time

Pairings : daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : there’s nothing to be ashamed of. We love you the way you are

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"stop moving" your Daddy groans. He grabs your little toes and keeps them in his strong hand so he can paint your toenails without being kicked.

You giggle because it's so funny to annoy him. It's been ten minutes and he only paints two nails. He's being really careful so he doesn't exceed.

His tongue even stick out of his lips every once in a while. Just like you when you're oncentrate on something really important for you. So the fact that he sticks his tongue out make you blush.

"if Daddy doesn't hurry up with your little nails we'll have to change the water of your bath because it's gonna be colder than the ice" Your Papa jokes as he leans against the armrest, where your head is resting

You laugh at his teasing while your Daddy rolls his eyes "i'm not that slow" he says "and why did you already prepared her bath ? You knew it'll take me time to do that" he complains, pointing at your toenails.

"how should i know it'll take you so much time to do such a simple thing. It takes me only ten minutes" he shurgs, winking down at you.

You grin up at your Papa and bite your lower lip as you look back down at your Daddy "get out" your Daddy sternly says. Your eyes widen because you thought he was serious but when you hear your Papa laughing behind you, your face relax.

"want me to finish ?" He asks, nodding at your Daddy's hand who's painting now your third nail. "No, I wanna do it" he mumbles as he frowns down because he tries to concentrate and everyone is distracting him.

"Okay" Your Papa laughs "We'll just add hot water in her bath when you're done" He leaves the living room to go in the kitchen to finish the dishes while your Daddy start the fourth nail.

You watch him struggling but still succeeding and after minutes, almost one hour, he's finally done.

He breathes out a long breath and sits back up "here. Done’’ he smiles satisfied as he looks down at his work ‘´we just have to wait some minutes so the last nails can dry and then, bath time’’ he winks.

Like he said, after some minutes he checks if it’s dry and since he got up and lifts you up in his arms, you assume your nails were ready.

He walks upstairs and sits you on the counter of the sink making you grimace at the uncomfortable things that’s in your pants now.

See the things is, you were having such a good time in the couch with your Daddies and then with only your Daddy that you didn’t wanted to move nor disturbing him. You really thought you could hold on until he’s done but you forget he’s much more slower than your Papa..

Your Daddy starts to undress you, he removes your shirt, he lets your hair falls down and then he lifts you up so he can grab your pants and panties.

He stops his movements and looks down ‘´oh’’ was his only reaction.

You look down, ashamed, and wait for him to yell at you or showing you how annoyed he is because of you.

But the only thing he does is kneeling Infront of you and stroking your cheek with his thumb ‘’look at me baby girl’’ he softly say

Your bright eyes meet his beautiful one. His gaze is soft and loving, the opposite of what you expected.

‘’It’s okay’’ he smiles as he tilts his head ‘’it happens sometimes, you don’t need to be ashamed of it’’ he kisses your nose ‘’we’ll just clean you before you bath and after we’ll put something that will help you if it happens again today, alright ?’´ he stands up and lifts you up so you would sit on the changing table

‘’No’ you pout as you shake your legs ‘’don wanna pulls up’’ you whine.

‘’baby doll’’ he sighs, he rests his hands on each side of you and looks at you deep in the eyes ‘’nothing will change, you would just wear those pulls up instead of your panties but nothing else will change’´ he drops his forehead against yours ‘’we will not find you disgusting or weird because you need it. You’re still our pretty, joyful and innocent little princess’’

You smile a little through your discomfort and nod your head. You let your Daddy cleans you, his soft voice that’s reassuring you each time he sees you wiggling on the table or his gentle caresses on your belly helped you getting through that.

After your bath, he changed you into your pulls up, even tho you tried to negotiate with him to not put it on you -you obviously failed- and then walked with you, hands in hands , downstairs.

He brings you to the kitchen and sits you on the counter so you can be near your Papa who’s cooking ‘’how is my big girl going ?’’ He asks with a soft smile as he peers at you.

You groan because you’re not happy with the fact that you have to wear a pulls up and kick your heels in the cupboard underneath you

‘’Hey! None of that here’’ your Daddy warns as he points at you.

You let out a crying whine before looking away. They both know you have trouble accepting the fact that sometimes you need pulls up or a bottle or a paci for sleeping but who cares ? They find it adorable and love preparing it for you.

After eating, you quickly and discreetly disappeared to the bathroom, you did what you had to do in there and then come back down immediately. They don’t say a thing because they thought you were at the toilet when in fact… you were doing something else.

When the time for changing you came, you didn’t say a thing which surprised both of your Daddies. They walked with you upstairs -since they’re gonna put you to bed right after, they’re both there- and when your Daddy went to grab a pull up while your Papa undressed you, he noticed something was wrong

‘’Buck ?’´ He calls

‘’Mh ?’’ Bucky answers as he removes your pull up.

You bite your lower lip.

‘’Where did you put the pulls up box ?’’ He asks after checking each cupboard.

‘’Where it usually is’’ Bucky chuckles, still looking down as he’s cleaning you.

‘’Yea, well it’s not there’’

Bucky frowns and looks up at his husband ‘’you sure ?’’ This one nod.

Both of them look down at you and from the moon on your face, they both know immediately.

‘’Little one ?’’ Your Daddy says. You’re not even looking in their eyes, it’s so obvious now, more than before.

‘’What did you do ?’´ he asks, both is his hand resting on your hip

‘’Nothin’ ´’

He raised an eyebrow making you wanting to look away

‘’Didn’t do anythin!’’ You shake your head ‘’wanted to pee but then I saw the pull up sumping by the window’’ you say playing with your fingers.

‘’try again’’ your Daddy sternly says

Your face drops and you look down, giving them the answer they were waiting ‘’now tell us where it is’’

‘’Under ‘m bed’’ you mumble.

Your papa goes get it and comes back with the box on his hands ‘’here’’ he gives one to Bucky

Your Daddy changed you while you stay completely quiet, your eyes fixed on your fingers.

‘’Look at us, please’’ your Papa grabs your hand and you look up at him, you see your Daddy standing beside him

‘’There’s nothing wrong with needing a pull up, sweetie. It’s just a plus, this is not for degrading you or making you feel guilty because you can’t hold it’’ he tilts his head

‘’We love you’’ your daddy says ‘’we love every aspect of you, no matter what it is. We love all of the things that make you yourself, even that’s

‘’Even that’’ your Papa repeats ‘’there’s nothing you need to be ashamed of when it comes to us’’

‘´Yeah, you’re so weird that we’re used to it now. Nothing shock is anymore’ your Daddy teases you making you giggle, just like he wanted.

‘’Now about we read a wonderful story before closing those beautiful eyes of yours ?’’ Your Papa proposes.

You nod and let him carrying you to the bedroom. You start rubbing your eyes as soon as your neck touches the mattress. Your Daddy clicked his tongue in his mouth and removes your hands, he kisses your eyes softly before laying beside you

He hates when you’re too agressive with your eyes.

As soon as the caring and loving voice of your Papa is heard, your mind is softly slipping away.

All worries with your need forgotten for the night in your Daddies bed, under the protection of their loves and their arms.

[mj-iza-writer]

Human Caretaker/ Monster- hybrid - pet Whumpee. I got the idea while putting a diaper on my dog. He is old and incontinent, so he uses diapers.

Whumpee hid shyly in the corner as they heard Caretaker walking into the room.

"Oh my. It smells in here. Did we have another accident?", Caretaker switched on the light.

Whumpee looked over themself with embarrassment and nodded. They held their head in shame.

"Did you pee while you were napping?", Caretaker approached them.

Whumpee shyly nodded again and tried to tuck farther into the corner.

"It's alright, accidents happen. We are still learning the potty cues, but it's harder to feel it when you sleep", Caretaker gently patted Whumpee's head, "let's get this, and you cleaned up. This is why you stay in this room, so accidents happen safely and can be easily cleaned. You remember that right?"

Whumpee quickly nodded and looked around. The room was larger than anything they had before. No cage doors or electric fences. Just the one rule to stay in there, and Caretaker trusted them to follow it.

Whumpee was a good pet. They would obey the rule for their kind Master.

Whumpee was happy when they saw that Caretaker wasn't mad at them.

They followed Caretaker quietly as they went about cleaning the floor.

"My, you had a lot in you", Caretaker commented as they worked at soaking up the mess, "I guess you are fairly large in size, so it makes sense that you have a larger bladder."

Whumpee cocked their head to the side as Caretaker talked. How they wished to be able to communicate with them.

"Well today was your bath day. Your fur looks a little damp, so you must have gotten into it. Even waking up in the puddle I imagine", Caretaker continued, "lets get a bath done now. You'll be nice and clean then."

Whumpee nodded quickly. They loved bath time.

"I do have something I would like to try with you. We can try it until you are fully potty trained. You have left several messes now. I'm not mad, but this is a lot of pee to keep cleaning", Caretaker sighed, "you may not like it though."

'Anything... anything to make me a better pet for my new master', Whumpee's inner thoughts pleaded, 'anything not to be taken back.'

Whumpee gently bumped their head into Caretaker's arm.

"Alright we will give it a try", Caretaker rubbed Whumpee's snout.

Caretaker set a bag on the table and watched as Whumpee came over.

"Alright, let's try it", Caretaker pulled out a pack.

Whumpee sniffed it a few times.

'What is it?', Whumpee thought to themself. They looked up at Caretaker curiously and whined.

As if reading their mind, Caretaker booped Whumpee's nose.

"These are called diapers, and I'm hoping they fit you", Caretaker sighed, "they are human diapers. Pet diapers are too small. I will have to make a hole for your tail."

Whumpee looked at the pack again.

"Do you promise to let me try this? No teeth Whumpee", Caretaker frowned, "you'll have to be patient."

Whumpee quickly nodded.

"Alright", Caretaker started to open the pack and pulled one out.

Whumpee stood sideways to offer Caretaker a full view of their body.

"Good Whumpee", Caretaker cooed as they unfolded the diaper.

To say it felt weird was an understatement. Whumpee felt shivers up and down their spine every time they moved a muscle and felt the papery fabric move along their lower body. They wanted to run and buck it off.

'Be a good pet', Whumpee sat up on their hind legs and looked down. The diaper covered everything.

"Do you want to try one out? I'm curious at how much it will hold", Caretaker had put the rest of the diapers away, but pulled out a second diaper, "come over to your litter corner so I can shovel up any leaks."

Whumpee followed Caretaker to a corner of the room. A tarp lay on the floor and it was full of kitty litter. This was where Whumpee was supposed to potty. This or outside.

Whumpee looked at Caretaker weirdly.

"Go potty", Caretaker ordered softly.

Whumpee attempted, but was embarrassed at the request.

"Come on, I know you have to. You haven't gone for a while", Caretaker started to message Whumpee's floppy ears.

Whumpee bumped their head into Caretaker's chest and kept it there while their ears were massaged.

Caretaker knew it was a quick way to get Whumpee to relax enough. This was how Whumpee had their first accident.

Whumpee moaned happily as their head laid into Caretaker's chest.

Caretaker hummed until they finally heard liquid spilling.

Caretaker chuckled, "works like a charm."

Whumpee looked up sadly, then down at the droopy diaper. This felt gross and soggy. Even worse than what the diaper felt like when it was dry.

"Hmm, a couple of drips are coming out, but not bad at all", Caretaker inspected, "I might just stick a pad in the diaper as well to help soak up everything."

Whumpee whined.

Caretaker nodded in understanding and started to take it off.

"What do you think? Can this be something to try for a little while until you're potty trained? Maybe you'll have to sleep in them after that", Caretaker carried the used diaper to the trash bin, "maybe we can even have you venture into the other parts of the house. I know you would like to follow me around more often."

Whumpee looked down over themself while Caretaker talked.

'This is kind of embarrassing, but if I could be around you more often... I'd do anything', Whumpee whined and nudged into Caretaker's side.

Caretaker took it as a yes.

"Alright, we will start tomorrow", Caretaker happily petted Whumpee's head, "who's my good pet. I'm so happy I rescued you."

Whumpee nodded, 'me too.'

"Come on out Whumpee", Caretaker called from the hall.

Whumpee had just gone to the bathroom and now wore one of the diapers. They had worn one through the night with no accidents.

Whumpee shyly looked at them before crawling into the hall. Caretaker watched as Whumpee's hind legs stretched out weirdly.

"I suppose you will have to get use to walking in those", Caretaker hid a grin at how silly Whumpee looked.

Whumpee followed Caretaker like a second shadow. Caretaker purposely went throughout their entire home so Whumpee could see everything.

Whumpee tiredly trudged into their room an plopped down.

Caretaker followed behind them.

"Wow you didn't have any accidents", Caretaker felt the diaper, "you did so good."

Whumpee was so tired they could only wag their tail.

"Such a good pet. I'm sure you are ready for a nap. I'll wake you up for dinner", Caretaker knelt down and stroked Whumpee's head, "you are so good for me."

Whumpee looked up at them longingly.

'Anything for you', Whumpee thought as they slowly blinked, 'my kind Master."

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[bougiebutchbinch]

anyway my love to all my fellow Disbleds engaged in the thankless job of gently taking the hand of the OFMD fandom and whispering in their ear

'hey..... this show is in fact, objectively ableist in multiple ways on multiple axes......:

:gently pets the hand as they start to shake in fear:

'you are still allowed to like the show. we certainly do! But... and this is the important part..... maybe stop acting like all the disabled people criticising their own representation within the show are Just Overreacting. And think critically about how you talk about canonically disabled characters - especially That One You Hate!'

:strokes little circles over the knuckles:

'I know this is really difficult for you. I know you don't think much about disabled people, or what we face. I know it hurts and it's scary to realise that you are, in fact, encouraging and enabling ableist - and at times eugenicist - rhetoric. But imagine how much worse it is for those of us who are listening to you, and deal with this shit every day. So no, it's not okay to spout shit like 'dying was kinder for this disabled character, actually' or 'he deserved to be traumatically abused to the point where he became permanantly physically disabled because that is a Just Punishment for the crime of :checks notes: being a bit of a cunt', or -

:digs nails into the hand so they can't get away:

'I'm not done. Sit the fuck down. It's also A Wholeass Ableism to say 'I think my fave has a fanon physical disability, so therefore he is equally important rep as a canonically physically disabled character, and you should all like my favourite character instead', or 'mental and/or invisible disability is actually worse than visible physical disability :)', or 'this one character's addictions (which are directly and explicitly linked to him dealing with trauma and painful disability) are Bad And Shameful', or 'haha, what if we relentlessly mocked this character for puking and incontinence'.'

:returns to patting the hand:

'If we can all agree, this fandom would be a much better and kinder place, yes?'

[august-beee]

I am begging non disabled people to please be normal about disabilities and please be more accommodating

Please stop staring at people with mobility aids or medical devices, it’s just uncomfortable for everyone.

People with visual disabilities don’t need to be told they’re “beautiful anyways”, they more than likely know that they don’t fit societal beauty standards and that’s more than okay!!! There are 5 million other things to compliment that mean way more, tell them you like their style or just something else that is actually below surface level.

Stop fetishizing and infantilizing people with incontinence. This one really bugs me. The amount of diaper fetishists is so weird and gross. Stop putting your fetish content under incontinence or disability hashtags.

STOP BRINGING PETS INTO AREAS THAT ARE NOT PET FRIENDLY!!! This is for multiple different reasons, some people are severely allergic to pets and a service dog that is working does not need to be yapped at or harassed by your pet.

I’m autistic but call me out if I say something that makes you uncomfortable. Like you would with anyone else. I may not understand some social things but that doesn’t mean I don’t care to.

ADHD is not a disability in any sense and people with mental disabilities also need to just stop acting like they are treated the same as people with physical disabilities, especially ones that people can see. As someone who is autistic with a physical disability, it is not the same.

And finally, please stop acting like disabled is a dirty word. “Specially abled” or “differently abled” just sound demeaning.