Bbabybbear Reboot

🌷 Hi, I’m Bbabybbear 🌷

Welcome to my page! I’m an early 30s abdl kinkster. I started documenting and sharing my journey with diapers in 2017 and haven’t stopped since (though different accounts have been deleted and resurrected over the years). I’m hopeful that this tumblr will stick around for many years.

My kinks center around loss of control, gentle care, and incontinence (and diapers of course). I’m a big fan of omorashi and potty-training role play. This is a factory-installed kink for me and my relationship to it has changed over the years. Right now I’m in a place where I’m figuring out how to nurture my kink in the absence of a partner who shares my particular proclivities.

I’m in a committed and open vanilla relationship and would love to meet someone relatively local (east coast) to play with perhaps and be friends. I’m particularly interested in exploring babygirl /mommy domme dynamics.

In my more vanilla time, I love to garden, play board games, make music, run, and giggle.

In an effort to keep this blog up and running, I can’t post much of the content I make. All my naughty content (including 💩 stuff) you can find on my Just For Fans. I post almost every day, videos and pictures!

Lena's tummy had been feeling really weird over the last two days. She called her sister to see if she was having the same diarrhea and stomach cramps after they ate at the new café, but no—it seemed to be only Lena.

She decided to stay home from her Monday classes. The urge to go was coming on too suddenly, and she worried about making it out of the classroom and down the hall to the restroom in time. Instead, she spent the day in her bedroom lounging, reading, and jumping up to run to the bathroom at the slightest twinge in her stomach. When she made it to the toilet and looked down to find a small stain on her favorite strawberry panties, she sighed. That was enough. She taped on a thick white diaper and spent the afternoon napping.

Lena woke suddenly with a heavy pressure in her belly and instinctively clenched, trying to keep from messing herself. Still groggy from sleep, she pushed herself onto her knees to hurry toward the bathroom, but her body had other plans. She froze as her knees buckled slightly and her hands flew to her stomach. Lena felt her diaper grow warm beneath her as a soft mess escaped against her will. Her eyes widened as she lost control of her bladder as well and felt the diaper expand further between her legs.

Hot with embarrassment, she slowly waddled toward the bathroom, trying her best to keep the mess from smushing any more than it already was. As she peeled the tapes away, Lena sighed. This probably wasn't the last time she'd need one today. She cleaned herself up, taped on another thick white diaper, and climbed back under the blankets with her novel, hoping the worst of the stomach bug would pass before morning.

Firstly, great job with your answer and I'm happy you were able to enjoy that with your partner.

I hope you don't mind if I add my own three cents.

First, each person is different and this is only my own perspective.

Second, It's a delicate balance but it can be possible provided you can demonstrate that you can confine the fetish and keep it distinct a) from the person and b) from the disability. If you can show that the fetish doesn't change how you feel about them or the disability then there is a possibility that you will be able to play with some of those elements to add some sexual spice. This might sound obvious or the same thing that bbabybbear said so well but in my own head I feel there's an extra nuance. If you say "[disability] is my fetish," get out. If you say "I like and respect you, and by the way I know it really blows and makes your life harder in all sorts of ways but for some reason I actually get turned on by [aspect of disability] or by some of the ways it lets us interact, (think service or control or things like that) I hope that doesn't bother you too much," you're more likely to get a chance to explain and maybe you'll even get to play with it.

Third, Understand that sometimes it's just not going to be able to mix. I am very sensitive and have trust issues around my disability so I would never even be able to be with somebody that fetishized that even if we never engaged with it. The first time I found erotica centered around my disability, even though it was a fictional character and was reasonably respectful, I felt physically ill. So you need to decide up front that you're okay with never exploring that with them and if the person is more important to you than the play.

That’s convenient, since it seems you’re someone who experiences occasional legitimate moments of lost control.

From your perspective, it seems fairly straight forward to make lemonade from lemons with ABDL whenever an accident strikes.

My question is: As someone who also counts loss of control, incontinence, and diapers as their primary cluster of fetishes, what are your thoughts on engaging in these kinks with someone who is medically incontinent, and how to do so without negatively fetishizing their disability or objectifying them?

Hi @grat3fuldad! This is a great question and I don’t feel like an expert here, so I’ll just give my thoughts (which might be different from someone else’s). I’m a factory-installed DL and have been ~interested~ in diapers for as long as I can remember, even before I ever needed them for disability stuff (Crohn’s disease and Bbabybbear Bad Bladder).

I had an abdl partner several years ago who was super into the idea of 24/7 and very fulfilled by being involved in my care. He loooooved it when I actually wet the bed or actually needed diapers for a colonoscopy prep or hospital stay. So whenever these things happened, it was actually a silver lining, knowing that this was satisfying his ultimate fantasy. And he was very gentle and kind and prioritized being my partner above being obviously turned on by what was going on. What I mean is that I never felt he was fetishizing my condition when I was sick or actually upset/embarrassed/frustrated. He was my partner first and he wasn’t hiding anything from me. What made this particular dynamic feel healthy was that we were both aware of it (and I also loved it) and we chose to opt in together.

So I think it totally depends on the people negotiating the dynamic/relationship. Is it one abdl person and one non-kinkster who is incontinent? That would be super different and I think that would be a lot more delicate to figure out. Though I don’t think it’s out of the question! Sometimes, having someone who finds your stuff hot is a nice thing. But “fetishizing” assumes that you’re seeing their disability above their personhood or perhaps failing to be able to empathize and care because you’re so wrapped up in the sexual fantasy of it all (even when care is part of the sexual fantasy, tricky stuff!).

So how can you love someone with a disability without objectifying them (when you have a kink like ours)? I don’t totally know, but I think I has to do with being exceptionally cautious about approaching a dynamic like this, both people being super open and choosing to opt in (and when to opt out), and then making sure that in times of frustration or sadness that disability can bring, being able to step out of the kink-stuff and prioritize real needs and psychological safely.

Woah, didn’t intend to write a novel this morning, sorry about that! That’s my two cents and I hope it answers your question :) 📚

Disclaimer that this response assumes we all know that approaching someone or commenting on an incontinence forum as a fetishist is Not Okay. I recently saw this happen and it made me sad. Spaces for people with disabilities are sacred and kinksters should never disrupt that. (That’s not pointed towards you @grat3fuldad, I just feel I should include this since it’s on topic).

I think @resonantyes did an episode on this on LIB about the intersection of kink and disability! It was fantastic as always!

I was feeling so cute and fresh in this get-up. In non-diaper news, I spent a lovely evening yesterday visiting a friend and trying out their new hot tub! ✨ It was so much fun with the changing lights and bubbles. (I don't think you're actually supposed to have bubbles in a hot tub, but it was so fun—I felt like I was sitting in a giant bubble bath.)

Of course, I had to pee well before everyone else. I don't know if it was the saltwater hot tub, the drinks, or both, but I suddenly had to go so badly. When I was climbing out, I felt like I could barely hold it and a little leaked out.

I didn't think I'd make it all the way inside, and I didn't want to drip water all over the freezing house, so I just ran over to the grass and peed through my bathing suit instead. 🌿 Everyone was laughing, but they all thought I'd simply decided to pee outside instead of going inside. Little did they know that if I hadn't, I probably would've left a trail of pee all the way through the house. (Which would not be the first time I’ve done that). I think because I was a little tipsy, I didn't really care—I just hopped right back into the hot tub afterward. 💦