juniper commons

she is a medieval abbess. you have, again, been caught adding unnecessary flourishes to the illuminated manuscript. it is the letter Q. it has a small rabbit in it. she sets it down. she picks up the ruler. she pulls the stool away from the desk and sits on it and says nothing and you already know.

you are the only marine biologist on a research vessel in the north atlantic and you have filed the specimen report incorrectly and there is nowhere to go. she has printed it out and annotated it in red. the north atlantic is very large. the cabin is very small. she pats her knee once. you have written books. you have explained your reasoning. she pats her knee again.

What are some things that make you feel big even when you’re alone?

Do you also wear or do you prefer it if only partners do?

Should littles be forced to wear diapers or do you prefer it if they wear because they want to?

Have you always been interested in abdl or was it an acquired taste?

Do you think accidents in padding or in clothing are cuter?

Do you have any abdl-related icks?

Are you more of a gentle dom or do you enjoy dominating in harsher ways?

How much should a little help out (by cleaning up, getting out their changing supplies, doing chores, making dinner, etc)?

What’s your favorite way to tease a little or make them blush?

Do you have favorite diaper designs or prints?

How many strikes can a little get away with in underwear or pull-ups before they need to be diapered?

Do you prefer to spank, give time-outs, withhold desert, or a give someone different punishment?

Are you okay with baby talk?

Would you take care of more than one little at once?

“But I need them! The bed will get wet!”

“Then why are usually only wet when I check you when *you* wake up and not when I check you when I get up half an hour earlier?”

For reall bro

To anyone suffering at the hands of domestic abuse, please know you are not alone and there is an incredible life waiting for you.

At the height of my abuse, I truly believed death was my only escape. I was wrong, I was so wrong.

It took me 17 years to escape. 99% of people here don't know the full extent of what I went through.

I have been diagnosed with complex PTSD and remain in therapy over 5 years later. Healing is long and hard and messy but progress is made with every passing week.

I am now safe, loved, adored, needed, wanted, appreciated. I am seen. My voice is heard.

Oh, boy, there are so many other authors I enjoy reading on here! This list has been made before, and is definitely not exclusive (I often make these and end up adding to them as people remind me of who I miss)!

These are the blogs that I love who write more long form fiction:

@destinedfordiapers

@prettymuchpottytrained

@dearchloe

@mothergo0se

@diaperederica

@josies-corner

@hiddenbabygirl32

@diapydemon

@imtellingmommytoo

@rotten-apple-juice

@ameliemommy

@shushythedl

@fairiesthesecond

@emily8350

@the-girl-with-the-red-hat

@junipercommunes

@regressionschool

@rinicloverr

@diapergirlstories

@littlespace-astronaut

@paddedlittleparadise

@personalias

@all4thedips

@littledreambunny

@omnomnomdom

@boysrbabies

@paddeddweeb

@peculiarchangeling

@babyspank

@nycbabyjoey

@tentativetitlee

@thekinkyplayground

1. Super childish, as if you dont know how they could have possibly gotten wet, just that they are. Which proves you shouldnt be in underwear.

2. Bratty, almost a “come change me, now!” tone to it. “My pants are wet, fix it!”

3. The least embarrassing way you could describe peeing yourself while not admitting you’re too big to still be doing that sort of thing. “Noooo i didnt pee myself… my pants are.. just wet…”