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Dashing to the potty as you're about to burst! Your flustered toddles pause for a moment as you feel a trickle in your pampers Your cheeks redden as your will to hold it is washed away by the blissful loss of control and blossom of warmth in your swelling huggies... Maybe potty training can wait~
>////< <3
I feel like WADDLE Dee is obligatory :3
Huggies, Druggies, and mid-push sleeve tuggies! :3
All drinks should be in bottles! And maybe you just need an extra tot to go through diapers.. :3c
Things are happening! :3 How many of you tots have been patiently waiting for me to pack THESE pampers?~
/)////(\ buh~ okays..
/)////(\ deal~
Good diaper maids are too busy for potty breaks! But I could use a seat to rest on for a while~
BWUH WHO TOLD YOU >//////<
Once you're rendered totally helpless, stuffing you into the fluffiest princess dress you've ever seen is easy! Then you see her grab the lipstick: "Don't worry baby, this isn't for you, it's for my friends and I; they're coming over and we're gonna cover you with it while we pass you around~"
Held down by Mommy, boring blue clothes stripped away, a thorough powdering and double diapering as your inferior strength is totally overwhelmed, a frilly locking cover soon follows, your favourite pair of ruffled mittens and cuffed spiked baby booties~
Well of course you are! And eeeven cuter when you fill them to the brim~ :3
*bounce bounce bounce!~* Uh ohh, seems someone's loving their bouncies so much they forgot their grown-up words! The little disasterpants wants more? Yes you dooo~
After a very full bottle of course, that way you can bounce and make pushies at the same time!! Then bounce some more~ :3
You're more than welcome to say hi to me!! You've been nothing but a sweetie in what few interactions we've had :3
/)////(\ I packed two changes~
mew! :3 <3
On my way to MancFurs! If you see me come say hi! :3
Daddy guiding your hand to the seat of your diaper after you've made pushies, making you smush it around until you get so lost in the warm, bubbly squelches of your muck that you don't even notice that Daddy's no longer holding your hand, instead recording his huffy little mushtush~
They're great!! Really strong tapes for hook&loop, and they get suuuper squishy
>////< <3
thankyouuu! :3
Thankyouuuuu!! <3
Birthday diapers! :3
/)////(\ hmpfff~ thankyouu.. >~< <3
/)////(\ thankyous! <3
"There, all done!! All that growth you've been pretending to do is where it belongs, in your diapers, forever~ Now, time for 21 knee bounces for the birthday baby! And one for good luck~"
You can only whimper and squirm as you feel the spongy slabs forcefully push your accident around to make way for themselves, bubbling and squelching all the same until there's as much cake in there as your own stinky filth~
Mommy finally unbuckles you from the humiliating contraption that is your highchair, only to pull you to her chest, tug your diapers' waistbands back, and begin dumping the rest of the cake in!
After what felt like an endless, torrential accident, you finally finish pushing, bubbly cheeks beet red.. "Awww~ the little disasterpants couldn't finish their special cake without making pushies?.. Oh well, I guess you're too full for the rest then, hm?~"
Mommy pauses feeding to watch with glee as you push mudslide after mudslide into your rapidly staining pampers, the mess spreading to the front and back as your diapers expand against the highchair seat. Your newly chubby form is far too hefty to attempt to lift your tush up~
There's little you can do but whimper and squirm as without hesitation, you begin helplessly cramming your double diapers with stinky, doughy mush! Kicking your flabby legs and tugging against your snug restraints as you bottom out your huggies with birthday pushies in seconds~
Very quickly, your chubby tummy begins to gurgle, your tail starts to flag, and you timidly attempt to announce your need for the potty, incapable of coherent speech between the constant heaps of cake being pushed into your open mouth...
"They grow up so fast, don't they, wobbletum?~" Mommy coos as she continues to stuff you, "And the bigger a baby gets, the more they need to be fed!" She giggles, plunging in spoonful after spoonful~
Your increasingly pudgy hands lose the necessary dexterity to fight off Mommy's endless spoonfuls, but again and again you swallow, not wanting the rest of the immense cake to be forcefully shoved into your diapers right before bouncy time...
The once loose buckles of your highchair start to squeeze your fattening form as you're fed more and more cake, your double diapers almost pinching you at the waist as your tummy begins to spill over their waistbands and balloon out~
In no time at all, you're being stuffed with more creamy, lax-packed cake than you've ever had prior, your cheeks perpetually full as you struggle to down each mouthful before the next one is rammed between your lips, and your tummy gradually bloating and beginning to churn...
Your birthday cake, big enough to feed a whole party, sat on the tray of your highchair, with you buckled in tightly after a thorough double diapering. The "2" candle that once formed "21" had been removed... Mommy brushes your lips with a spoonful, and reluctantly, you open up~
"Since it's baby's FIRST birthday, I think they should have the cake all for themself~" Mommy plunges a big baby spoon into a spongy, creamy cake, barely making a dent in the huge, layered concoction of sugar and fluff: "Open up. It's going in your diapers one way or another~"
Thankyouu! <3
thankyouuuu! :3
WOOOO :3
Thankyou!!
Thankyouuu! <3
I make no promises!! >////< <3
thank! <3
>/////< hmph! Thankyouu
thankyouuuuu! <3
thankyou! :3
thankyou so much! <3
Thankyouuu! Hmph!! I'll figure this potty training thing out one day.. >////<
It's my 2nd 1st birthday or something! Maybe this will be the year I finally graduate diapers :3
Trained to lose your grown-up thoughts at the sound of a special bell, only to have that bell tied around your tail! Now, every slight waggle leaves you dribbling into your diapers, leading to giddy, gleeful tail swishes that exacerbate things until you've dumped out all of your potty training!
Stuck bobbing in your walker in front of the big TV, you see your favourite characters coo and cheer in front of pretty swirls, encouraging you to use your diapers: "Good babies pack their pampers! A mushy tot is a happy tot! Don't think, just stink!~"
Weed and stuffies are the secret brain reset cheat code
With Summer coming to a close, get ready for Mommy to start dressing you in muuch thicker outfits So much so that when your tummy starts to get all rumbly, you won't be able to fiddle your way out of them before your diaper's as brown as the autumn leaves! Have fun, waddlepants~
Normal for a baby princess pottypants, for sure! :3
My birthday is coming soon!! If you wanna see me pack more pretty diapers, sport new baby outfits, send a 1st birthfay gift or simply show some love, give my Throne or Ko-Fi a peek!! Much love babies, I'm gonna be a big kittycub soon enough! :3c ko-fi.com/kittycubbear throne.com/kittycub_bear
mew :3
Happy birthday!!! <3
Having my work compared to Shine is HIGH praise, thankyou! >////>
You've been an overachiever your entire life But now you're squirming on Mommy's lap as your tummy gurgles.. And when she whispers "it's okay to fail, baby.." All you can do is whimper and grunt around your thumb as you helplessly cram your diaper with muddy babymuck~
/)////(\ bwuh~
Hmpf~ i can't help it..
That's a leading question! To answer at all is to admit to having full-ups! ...my full-ups are very 'tinky and droopy.. >////<
You make a much better potty than any porcelain or plastic one: Your body warmth against mine as I tug your diaper's waistband back... Your precious little whimpers as you feel me fill the back of your pampers The feeling of them swelling and squishing against my paw when my work is done~
Much better! <3
I thought your language was closer to "buh~" :3c
More drool spilling from your loose smile every time you grunt around your thumb and release another wave of muck into your padding, pushing out any sense of urgency or worry until you've dozed off in your brimming pampers, still suckling on the digit @////@
buh~ >///< <3
@////@ i- uhm.. well~ uhh ><
/)////(\ i couldn help it!!
*grabby paws* <3
If you hold my paws.. >////<
I got bottlefed so much milk today and being the good baby i am I suckled it all down.. But then my tummy got super bubbly and before I knew it I'd utterly destroyed my diaper /)////(\ It's full to the brim with plushie pushies.. >~< Any laps open?~
It's perfect! Innocent and docile little tots just wanna behave and listen, not knowing that complying seals their destiny as huggie dumping permababies :3
Indulging you with the softest onesies, the cutest of diapers, smothering you with comfort with no pressure to make progress.. Leaving you stuck at the stage of waddling, thumbsucking pottypants for as long as you like: "There's always next time, baby~ <3"
Praising you for trying even when you pack your pampers, gentle smushes subtly conditioning you to feel rewarded for your accidents despite their supposed role of helping you grow up... Never urging you to try sippy cups over bottles or go without your paci for comfort
Daycare staff that are VERY casual about your potty training and big kid progress: Gently guiding your thumb back into your mouth when you pluck it out... Encouraging you to walk when they see you dashing for the potty with a gurgling tummy~
thankyouuu @////@
These onesie buttons are too fiddly! I couldn't get it off in time >////<
I'd seal those lips unless you want mine against them and your 2% pushed to 5 >:3
And yet, you're so much of an utter disasterpants that you contribute a non-negligible fraction of all our cumulative stink!! Keep at it, mushtush ;3
So lost in the bliss of your diapers, that when you feel that rumble in your tummy, and Mommy looks down at you with that knowing, adoring smile... You already know what you have to do.
"Wow! You really did a number on these, didn't you my little puddlepamps?" Every squish of your accident against your tush and crotch, be it from Mommy's hand or her knee, is almost hypnotically addictive, earning whimpers and moans around the paci you're eagerly nukking~
The padding almost doubles in volume as you release into it. The spreading warmth is intoxicating, the feeling of total helplessness is exhilarating, and the praising coos from Mommy linger in your head for minutes Then you feel her palm squish against your now soaked huggies~
She cups your face and tilts it to meet her gaze: "No more fighting; be a good baby for Mommy~" Those last few words strike you like nothing ever before. You instinctively nod and release, whining around your paci as you feel your diaper rapidly warm and swell around your tush
You feel the pressure build and attempt to squeeze your legs together, but the bulky padding keeps them spread wide, making it even harder to hold it. Soft squeaks escape around the paci as you begin to helplessly dribble in your diaper like a toddler.
Your face glows red, and you fall silent save for soft, reflexive suckles on the surprisingly soothing teat Your partner holds you close, lovingly patting the front of your pampers and whispering: "It's okay precious, you're in them for a reason..."
You squirm and fiddle with the diaper's tapes, unable to find a seam: "A-alright, we've had our fun.. but I've had en-" Your partner shushes you with a pacifier, holding the shield to your lips with her index "Shhhh.. we're just getting started baby~"
Soon your inability to ignore your padding becomes curious attention to detail; the waistband hugging your tummy, the cloudy warmth hugging your tush.. You feel that curiosity slowly blossom into enjoyment, until you're brought back to reality by a soft twinge You have to go.
For whatever reason, you feel a smile tug at your lips every time her hand strokes its crinkly surface, every time you take a seat and feel powder cloud around, every time she calls you "crinkletush, waddlepants" or whatever other condescending petname This is ridiculous! Right?
It's impossible to ignore: the loud crinkling with your every movement, the way it forces your thighs apart a little, inducing a humiliating waddle, which never fails to get a giggle from your partner- And the fact that ever so slowly, you're starting to enjoy it...
"This is ridiculous." You shyly mumble to your partner as you assess your reflection. Your eyes can't look away from the diaper around your waist. It looks obnoxious, it feels silly. "Aww don't be such a grumpy baby, you promised you'd try it for at least a bit~"
I redrew my sona! Lookat them!
Frequently asking you if your bladder's tingly or your tummy feels rumbly, constantly having a paw pressed to your pampers to assess their state, encouraging words when you make it to the potty, and the many many times that you don't... :3
The words hardly register as they enjoy the warm muck squishing against their stinky tush, coming to the excellent solution that the confusing pang of shame they feel is simply for not filling their pampers even more! The proud, dumb grin remains around their thumb, even as they continue to drool~
