Yeah I Definitely Need To Change This Thing..

Yeah I definitely need to change this thing..

Newcastle

Could you all be so kind and reblog if youre a UK nappy wearer/adult baby :) need to see whos around!

Uk here

(via dirtyirishdom)

(via shak36, shak36, wet-n-sweat)

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Do You Want to be Diaper Dependent?

I wanna see how many people want to be diaper dependent, to only be able to realize that you’ve wet yourself by feeling your diaper get warmer and thicker between your legs.

REBLOG IF YOU WANT TO BE DIAPER DEPENDENT!

LIKE IF YOU JUST LIKE WEARING DIAPERS OCCASIONALLY!

<3

Reblog if you want  ‘Diaper Checks’ or ‘Stop, Drop, and Potty’ asks

*Make sure your anonymous asks are on* Diaper Checks: -Anyone can send one at any time -If you get an ask that says “Diaper check!” or similar, you must reblog with the status of your pants or diaper, no cheating and no exceptions. Alternatively, If you get an ask that says “Stop, Drop, and Potty” you must go to the bathroom in whatever you are wearing the moment you see the message, as you would with a CG.  This is harder than it sounds! Only for wearers up to the challenge and the embarassment!

Same here 🫠

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Each and every monthly piece comes with a story. Here’s a short preview for this one:

Jack found himself nervously glancing around the office unnecessarily, before hastily replying to the mystery messenger on his phone. His workplace had nowhere where he could take a photo of a mirror privately. This wasn’t what he expected, and despite his reply in semi-protest, he knew he couldn’t disobey either. “4 mins boy. Face & paci inc, or everyone sees the other pics.” Jack almost cursed out loud at his desk, catching himself from the attention calling act at the last minute. He didn’t need eyes on him right now. He replied once more, submissively. Time was running out, and sitting around fretting wouldn’t help. He needed to make a move towards the bathroom. He was carrying his pacifier in his pocket all day, also as ordered. He stood up from his desk, trying to be as innocuous as possible. Jack was wearing a onesie under his shirt to help hide, but was sure he could hear himself crinkle as he walked away.