Parasaurus

The nipple is the size and length of a penis, and the bottles can hold up to a gallon of water/milk/formula/piss/etc.

She really needed a change 😳💦

Mommy and daddy were away to an event and Poppedijn stayed home. Before we left, we put our babygirl in a thick Megamax diaper with extra stuffer to be safe and comfy. When we came home she blushed and smiled brightly and said: I've been a good girl, Mommy. I drank all my bottles and couldn't hold it in any longer. Oh boy oh boy, she really needed a change! 😳🥰👸🏼💦🍼

I woke up as a happy little baby in my bambino Teddy from last night.

I drank some coffee and played on my switch, like I do every morning, but my mouth was hurty, and I wanted to take Advil, which meant I needed to eat something, and so I decided to shower and get dressed and walk to the nearby coffee shop. I chose a plain white diaper and sundress ☺️

WHAT AN ADVENTURE. First, I ran into a neighbor and we chatted about the big storm yesterday. Then as I made my way down the sidewalk, a butterfly showed up!

I stopped to chat with him for a few, and then continued on & picked some flowers as I went.

I saw other pretty ones that I left unpicked

Then I finally arrived at the shop and gave my adventure bouquet a drink of water and ordered an almond milk mocha and a bagel 😋

On my way home, I stopped by a church rummage sale and found a mortar and pestle for my potion kitchen. I like that this church provides a community meal every week, and was happy to contribute to the cause 💗

While walking home from the sale, I found a group of young entrepreneurs selling lemonade! I told them I would come right back with cash, and I did - I was more than happy to be outside walking as much as possible!

Later at home I decided to tackle a little painting project on an item I thrifted for my playroom wall

From there it was a trip to the thrift store for a ren faire costume and I think I found what I needed to get it started!

(I’m going as an alchemist fairy, btw)

After all of my adventures, I badly needed a bath and a fresh diaper.

So many times today I said out loud

“WHAT A LIFE I GET TO LIVE!”

I think of so many times over the past few years that I would wake up and wish I hadn’t, and that was so scary and embarrassing to admit, and I STILL HAVE SO MANY SAD & CONFUSING DAYS,

But days like today are just so good for no reason - they keep me interested and invested and striving for another.

I wish I could bring every single one of you along with me on days like today.

You shifted in your seat at the bar. Surely the crinkle couldn’t be heard over the music. It was so dark in this dive bar too. But some part of you was still nervous that others would see. But that would never happen, right? You’d picked your diaper specifically for stealth, and it wasn’t super duper crinkly, and your jeans kept it constrained. Plus, you weren’t even that wet. Ok, maybe a little bit. You took another sip of beer, and began to relax your bladder to let out another stream into the thirsty padding. Just as you let go, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt you?”

You turned around to find a gorgeous woman standing there. She was a little older than you, and clearly was used to being in charge. She was dressed nicely, like she was going to a fancy cocktail bar rather than this dive. You stuttered and she pressed a finger to your lips.

“shhhhh honey, no need to fuss. Just finish going in your diaper, and Mommy will go and change you into a fresh one. You did bring your diaper bag, right?”

Involuntarily, your eyes dropped to your backpack, which had spare diapers, wipes, and powder. You looked up to find her looking at you knowingly. Another spurt escaped into your diaper. Apparently your eyes weren’t the only part of your body behaving involuntarily.

Think the neighbors watch me from their second-story windows? 🤔

Cooking up something in the kitchen this morning. 🍳 😉

Happy Messy Monday!!

the paci gag has a water bottle attachment that leads to my kiddy leash backpack, like a camelbak. i'm not even being forced or coerced into drinking the water and special juice my cg keeps putting in there, because no matter how full my bladder gets, my oral fixation is such that i keep on sucking at it.

i just keeps on getting fuller and fuller and i whine and mumble around my paci and tug at my leash towards the bathroom. i'm really full... and i keep letting little trickles out into my diaper. is it on accident or because it feels good? i'm not really sure. i'm kind of drunk from the special juice. my cg is still pulling me around to all the different stations at the event. i'm given a stuffed animal and i smile and press it to my face. my new buddy...

my cg tells me to use my words whenever i mumble or tug, and of course i can't. i'm a baby. my paci is just there to signify that. i keep holding it... i'm pressing my legs together and i keep leaning forward a bit to feel the fullness inside. it feels really nice, the little sharp bursts of sensation.

i'm gonna pee. my cg can tell from my stance. i'm frozen with my legs pressed together and i'm leaned over, hugging my new teddy, and they invite anyone who wants to to watch. they adjust my stance a little so my diapered front is more visible.

"it's okay, you've been good. you can let go," they whisper in my ear. and i do.

it feels really good to let all my potty out. i can hear it hissing into my diaper as it gets warm and wet and heavy. i let out a little moan.

my cg takes me aside and changes me, and even teases my little dick a little before taping me up in a fresh one. i'm a little overstimulated and overwhelmed, but in the good way that comes with the loss of control. "want your paci out?" they ask, just in case. i shake my head. i like it too much.

they take me home from the event. i fall asleep in the car on the way home and when we get there i wake up in that weird kind of mid-nap wakeup way where the inside of your mouth tastes like dust and your head feels like it's only halfway out of the water of sleep.

when we get home, they insist on taking the paci gag off because i've had it on too long, it's time for dinner, and the straps were kind of rubbing when i fell asleep with it on in the car. i whine a little, but they promise me my voice can stay off, so i let them take it away.

Caroline has to go into witness protection to hide from a criminal gang, but she’s less than happy about her new identity as Betsy, an incontinent young woman living in a trailer park with her strict Mommy.

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“So I’m getting a new name?” Caroline asked dubiously, as the car sped down the highway. She didn’t like the idea of witness protection. She was used to the life of a wealthy young socialite from the city, and she wasn’t keen at all on leaving it all behind, even if it was only for a few weeks like the agency promised. But what choice did she have? She shuddered at the thought of the De Vries getting to her. The crime family were notorious for the cruel and unusual punishments they inflicted on the people who had wronged them.

“It’s not just your name,” Mr Harris, the agent, replied. “You can be tracked by your habits, your tastes, your sense of style, so all of that’s got to change as well. The agency has a full character profile for you to adopt.” Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over to open the glove compartment and take out a brown file, which he handed to her. “That’s the new you.”

Caroline opened the file. “Betsy Jackson?” she read with distaste. That was a hick name if ever she’d heard one. Surely nobody could look at her with her sleek, silver-blonde hair and elegantly made-up face and think she was a Betsy Jackson. It got worse. “What the fuck?!” she exclaimed, staring down at the paper. “What is this, Harris? It says I live in a fucking trailer park!”