H-hey! Quit -nnhhff- staring..! Nnhh~
When one feels something coming, as we walk through the store together, they let the other know so they can hold their paws, look them in the eye as they tell them its ok to have accidents, dont clench or push, just let it come out naturally into your pants <3 <3
When one feels something coming, as we walk through the store together, they let the other know so they can hold their paws, look them in the eye as they tell them its ok to have accidents, dont clench or push, just let it come out naturally into your pants <3 <3
We need advocates & allies, we need presence in kink spaces. Be your own best advocate.
We need advocates & allies, we need presence in kink spaces. Be your own best advocate.
THIS, THIS, THIS, THIS, 1000% *THIS*. LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK, PLEASE. THANK YOU.
Source: genderkoolaid.tumblr.com
THIS, THIS, THIS, THIS, 1000% *THIS*. LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK, PLEASE. THANK YOU.
Source: genderkoolaid.tumblr.com
"That bottle tasted a little funny..? Hey- Why are you putting the rest of my undies in the back of my dia-... uh oh..."
"That bottle tasted a little funny..? Hey- Why are you putting the rest of my undies in the back of my dia-... uh oh..."
Look at the cute babyfurs on this onesie—wait, one’s squatting, another’s grunting, and that diaper’s turning brown! With a diaper pail and wipes nearby, it’s clear—they’ve all got one thing in common: stinky babies!
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This thing was like 5 tons by the time I took it off lol, if only this puppy had an owner to change this bomb He just made~ 😳😳😳
This thing was like 5 tons by the time I took it off lol, if only this puppy had an owner to change this bomb He just made~ 😳😳😳
"I -hmf... I P-ppooopinnnhhhhh~"
"I -hmf... I P-ppooopinnnhhhhh~"
Outwardly, in the real world where people exist: "I'M POOPING MY PAMPS"
#abdl
Outwardly, in the real world where people exist: "I'M POOPING MY PAMPS"
#abdl
But it's hard not to feel that way when you've made stickies while soiling those diapers. Again.
You little runaway.
You orphan in a basket, waiting on a doorstep for someone to answer the door.
And bring you in.
And never let you out again.
But it's hard not to feel that way when you've made stickies while soiling those diapers. Again.
You little runaway.
You orphan in a basket, waiting on a doorstep for someone to answer the door.
And bring you in.
And never let you out again.