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Bananas are a great tool for behavior correction! I propose that you keep at least two bananas on hand at all times.

The first one is a warning sign for your little. It doesn't have to be a banana actually, any fruit is fine. You just ask "You are kinda cranky sweetie. Care for a little snack?"

In case of more extreme behavior, or if you're just feeling a little devious, you can skip the first step and go straight to the second one: The peeled banana goes straight into the back of your littles pants. Nothing humbles a cranky little as much as a messy bum that does not need to be taken care of. Why is that? Well, the banana does not smell bad and it doesn't irritate really the skin. It just sits in the back of the diaper (or even underpants, it really does not matter) and does its job. You can stuff it there in like 30 seconds, and that also means that you can basically do that anywhere.

this picture but make it alex horne

Oh anon, you’re speaking my language. :)

The gasping, high pitched shuddery little breaths as they get sprayed in the face by the hosepipe and are so taken aback by the freezing cold water they struggle to heave air into their lungs. Stumbling back in surprise. The t-shirt they’re wearing is thin and so wet it webs over their tummy all see-through, as cheap white clothing tends to do. They are so overwhelmed, however momentarily, by the sucking wetness of their t-shirt on their sun warmed tummy, or perhaps the way their now soaked hair drips fat, freezing droplets sloooowly down their face, or the tight ache of cold wetness in their cheeks, that the loss of control down below doesn’t quite register at first until the stream is unavoidably thick and hissing, spreading an intense warmth through their shorts and down their legs; strangely squelchy between the toes. They’re relieved that they are at least not leaving a puddle… but the baked-dry summer earth greedily sucks up any moisture it can get, creating a little mud slick. Unlike their t-shirt, the shorts are thicker and hang heavy on their body, terribly acrid and hot with their accident on full display. How embarrassing! Oh well… at least that’s stopped them from shivering…? Once the shock has worn off and they still, dazed and dopey looking, all they can do is waddle unhappily inside, trailing glistening wetness with every step like a little slug and leaving behind speckled, muddy footprints.

ohhhhh anon, chefs kiss. what if the one sitting had to go too though? a grumpy and very desperate A squirms and clenches over B, leaking great fat droplets and drizzles that land in slick, glimmering little beads over B’s taut, goosepimpled skin. A barking, “I cant hold it! I’m going to piss!” (on B, bc… duh, what else is B good for?), B whining and fidgeting as A’s stream sprays over them, thick and warm, but the warmth makes their own bladder pound impatiently. As A slackens—just barely— with that all-over relief, a whimpering B clutches hard between their legs as they begin to pee too, the puddle spreading thick and fast under their bum.

and yes it did fail to cross my mind that being in a ghostbusters movie would likely equal getting slimed... and i certainly didn't expect it to come with a bts blow-by-blow... :3

such gentle caressing! those tendrils! a cup that's like what i use! it looks so much like my first experiments with xanthan gum too, colour and everything <3