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joywolff · 8 months
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New paci emergency replacement for the perfect ortho that I bit with toooooths
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joywolff · 1 year
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For My Mommy On Mother’s Day
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Mommy and I celebrated Mother’s Day a lot yesterday and a little bit today. I’ve never felt more love for my mommy than I did yesterday. Hot. Summer in Seattle. We sat together outside one of our favorite bars. I bought her beers. Technically, I bought them with money she gave me because my mom is in charge of adult things like money but still the waiter thought I paid. I drove her home in the cute little red VW bug and there’s little my mom values more than a designated driver.
I called her mom. She referred to me as her child. I wore a thick Crinklz overnight diaper with a stuffer and a clown onesie as a shirt. We talked about my diaper dilemma, of course, I wasn’t going to be alone with my mommy for hours and NOT talk about being little. ;-) We didn’t have a scene though. Talking about diapers, summer trips, my stepdad, long covid, plans for the family farm, the new puppy all blended into one big flow.
We always have a power dynamic. She’s always my mom, even if she isn’t holding my hand while I make the potty face. She’s always the person who knows the most about me—I don’t tell her everything about my life but I know I can tell her anything. Especially about all the complex feelings I have about potty training.
Yesterday, I felt supremely close to this remarkable human. We transcended our roles, our past and shared our stories. I know a day will come, soon, when we argue and another day will come when we’re expecting intimacy and we mess it up. My whole life I wanted nothing more than to curl up with a mommy and nurse, to lose my potty training, to age regress and know what it really, truly felt like to be a baby again.
Almost seventeen years ago, that dream came true. And now, another dream, hazy like the IPAs my mom adores, is our reality. Life is good. I’m the luckiest little in the world.
Let's figure out how to help you have your dreams come true. I really appreciate the re-blogging and I'd love to hear from people who are ready for reality. Thanks for reading.
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joywolff · 1 year
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Top Ten Little Things a Spouse Can Do for Their ABDL...
Been meaning to write this for awhile… my wife is not into diapers, but is very understanding of my interest in them. While she does not enjoy wearing them, she has no problem if I feel the need to put one on. Still, she finds little ways to be a part of my fetish without having to make herself uncomfortable.
Here is a quick list of the top ten ways she adds to the diaper experience without wearing one herself. If you have a spouse that does not want to play an active role in your diaper play, maybe they might still be willing to do some of these things:
10. Makes me diaper myself in front of her.
I can get shy when I decide to put on a diaper. I usually will retreat to a private area to get suited up, but she will often put her foot down and tell me to just diaper up in front of her. She’s never really looking since she isn’t really interested, but the idea that she might be watching is very appealing.
9. Draws attention to the fact that I am wearing.
She doesn’t ever do it unless we are alone (she knows I don’t want anyone else to know). During those times she will mention that I am crinkling, or give a playful slap on my butt. Sometimes she will just grab me and nod her approval.
8. Demands I strip down to check me out.
If I am wearing a pair of sweatpants or loose pajama pants and walk by she occasionally will stop me and tell me to drop my pants. She’ll then have me turn around a few times, and revel in my shyness. Sometimes she’ll drop a remark if I am wet, saying I need to go change.
7. Makes me wet in front of her.
This is pretty huge for me, since I am a bit shy when it comes to peeing. It doesn’t happen often, but there have been times where she’ll tell me to wet myself and wait until I obey.
6. Makes me wear in public.
Another huge one, since she knows I feel awkward going out in public with a diaper. Almost any trip to the movies she will check to see that I am wearing a diaper before we go. There is no feeling as awesome as when she pulls back the back of my pants to make sure I am all diapered up for a movie with her. However sometimes it is also for regular outings. We’ll be going out and she will tell me to go put on a diaper before we go. Or I have an errand to run and she’ll ask if I’m wearing a diaper.
She doesn’t do it for herself, it’s only because she knows I love it when she does it. I had to sit down and ask her to do it in the beginning, but now it’s just second nature for her.
5. Mentions diapers during sex.
She won’t wear a diaper, but she doesn’t mind talking about it. She’ll often mention what she’d look like if she put one on, using at as a form of “dirty talk” that appeals to me.
4. Never asks… commands.
She knows that it is more of a thrill for me if I don’t have a choice, so she will make it a point of forcing me to put on a diaper. She notices when I am in the mood, or just need a pick me up, and will suddenly get an evil look in hereyes and say, “Go put on a diaper. NOW." 
3. Surprises me with a prolonged diapering.
This can happen out of the blue, where she will suddenly tell me to wear diapers around the clock. Usually she will allow me to use the toilet when I need to poop, but the best times are when she doesn’t even allow that. The times that I would ask permission to use the toilet to poop, and she would say no, are probably some of my best diapered moments.
2. Interrupts me in the bathroom and gives me a diaper.
To be fair, when I need to poop I can be in the bathroom for thirty minutes or more and my wife hates to wait. On occasion she will come in and give me a diaper, telling me to get off the toilet. I don’t get any say in this and have to vacate the bathroom for her immediately.
There have also been instances where I need to be doing something (like cleaning or packing to go out for a weekend) when my stomach starts cramping up. This usually means that I am out of commission for twenty minutes while she continues on her own. Sometimes she gets fed up and makes me put on a diaper instead so I can keep helping. 
1. She is accepting, even though it is not her thing.
Bottom line, she accepts me for who I am and doesn’t let my love of diapers bother her in the least. She finds little ways to add to my experience without allowing it to affect her. She recognizes that this is something I need, and has always helped to make me feel better about myself. She makes sure I don’t look at diapers as a negative aspect of my life.
BEST. WIFE. EVER.
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joywolff · 1 year
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joywolff · 1 year
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A Long Hard Night in the Crib
Many origin stories about age regression feature a miserable, long, often wet and/or messy, night in a crib. I’ve been a diaper-wearing, pacifier-using, stuffie-collecting little in the world for a long time but I spent last night in my crib—miserable. It all started when I had a nightmare about my car. My daddy and I had a fantastic, wonderful day. I picked up my Mommy from the airport and gave her a ride to other side of the city where she and my boring stepdad live. When I got back Daddy and I got in bed together and had naked naughtiness together. Then we went to IKEA (!!!) and came back, walked the dogs, watched TLC and ate dinner. Perfect.
My nightmare woke me up. I had a bad dream about my car, very grown up worries about not being about to afford the parts of fix it. I woke up and had the darkest, bleakest thoughts, I remember calling out for my mommy and daddy very sweetly offering to cuddle me. “No, I’ll be up for hours.” I kissed him and crawled into my crib.
If the soft blankets and the pastel colors were magic potions then it would have been a better night. It wasn’t. A few minutes in I remembered all those ABDL erotic age regression origin stories where the protagonist comes to need diapers after a few nights in a crib. I was wearing a diaper. I did use the diaper for its intended purpose. I did reach inside to see if touching my princess parts would ease the horrible headlines in my head.
Nothing worked perfectly. I felt safe though. I felt safe and cozy. I did not age regress. I knew I was loved. My giant plushies kept me company. Being alone in the crib, next to the high chair, tucked under the diaper tower, within sight of the changing table under the watchful eye of ‘Rocky’ the rocking horse, it isn’t the same as being alone in a big grownup bed.
Morning now. The dark night is past and everything is okay. There’s a thousand things to worry about but there’s also a sleeping puppy next to me and a cute outfit waiting—my life is special and I am grateful for it.
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joywolff · 1 year
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Mommy making a list—the view from my crib
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joywolff · 1 year
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The happy place
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joywolff · 1 year
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Waking Up To A Wet Spot
Woke up at 4am to a big, cold, wet spot in the bed. This true sentence speaks volumes about my life and why you want to know more about it. I decided to make it my intro tumblr post because if you relate to it or aspire to know it yourself then we are already kindred spirits. The reason I want to shift from being a reader to a poster on this platform is because I feel ready to share my life’s experiences and it’s attendant wisdom, entertainment, glee, wonder, happiness, gobsmacking good fortune. I’m the luckiest little in the world and I’d like to be a sort of Auntie to you as we inspire and guide each other to more fulfilling lives.
Now . . . about that wet spot. I’m a 24/7 diaper-wearing, stuffie collecting, paci using bedwetter. Really. Truly. I have a Daddy who slept next to me last night (but not in the wet spot!!!) and was adopted by a Mommy almost 17 years ago. My Daddy and I are partners, like boyfriend and girlfriend, live together and figure out who does the dishes partners and my Mommy? She’s become my mom. My kinda boring, loves me very much, lives in the suburbs not far from the family farm, married to my epically boring, very vanilla stepdad. We collected a lot of stories along the way and are making more. I’ll share as many as I can.
Maybe I made a mistake diapering myself in the groggy darkness last night. Got the tapes wrong or something. I certainly didn’t intend to wet the sheets. Waking up in a wet diaper? Feeling little? and safe and snug and sexy? All things I love. Cold clammy smelly wet sheets? Not so much.
My experiences, all the fantasies fulfilled and heartbreak and happiness, have taught me a thing or two. Sometimes, maybe a little more often than not, when littles ask me what to do about this or that, I know the answer. I know what to do. This rainy spring morning I know exactly what to do about the sheets. I put them in the washer and right after I post this, I’m going to put fresh sheets on the bed.
Thanks for reading.
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