Puddle

puddlegoessplash - Twitch Hi! I'm a silly blue fox that has no idea what he's doing :D

It's time to drop back down under da waves and sink deeper.

Deeper.

Aaaall the way down...

TO CRAB SOULS :D

Stweem starting nooow 😅

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A landscape of a old derelict city with odd architecture set beside a mountain range and an inky black river. The sky blends into Ink's face with the moon being transposed for their eye as if they and the landscape are one and the same.

Welcome, adventurer.
Opportunity awaits.
Enter the Inkwell.

Seize your triumph.
Confront your doom.
Write your fate.

Be worthy of tall tales.

🎨 @wahredpanda89997.bsky.social

The contrast hammers it in and I go to bed afterwards feeling happy and silly and frustrated and...useful >//>

And the cap on it all is that how I felt at the start of all this is still true.

I'm small. I'm helpless. I deserve to grow down.

I'm better this way.

This is...me. And that's alright 💙

I feel so...satisfied when I help someone go over the edge now. Proud.

Which, for someone who identifies as a solo ace, this is actually kinda opening some doors I never knew were there 😅

Even worse, I feel complacent and agreeable - happy, even! - that I don't get to go over that edge myself.

Now, during the times when I maybe would've thought about making stickies in the past, instead it seems like I always seek out either training/reinforcement/regression/humiliation/feelings of fear/danger from playmates, or the opportunity to inflict some of those statuses on a trusted few.

Another milestone I feel I've hit recently - as if being blind to my diaper's state weren't enough >.> - is more chastity-related.

I...don't even really think about making stickies anymore. It's not that I don't wanna make them, it's that I know I'm not allowed and would disappoint a LOT of people.

Not sure I like this laugh >.>

Muffled grunts from under a mask because your mouth can’t make full words anymore 😵‍💫

Drooling. Empty. Gone.

But definitely better this way.

Authoritative overruling statements that just bulldoze through your thoughts, commandeer your actions, anmd retell your memories.


Mmmmm~

Went and fed the meow-meows.

Added a lil more pee to my diapee.

Grabbed Benji and toddled to the changing table for my morning change and...

...Oh. I'm absolutely soaked????

𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴.

I'm...absolute soaked. And I didn't even realize it >.>

Woke up this morning to the sensation of pee trickling out of one of my nite-nite diapee's leg-cuffs. Just grinned, nukked on my binky, and wriggled against the mattress.

Spent a while in bed (𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺!) (w-wait, who said that?!), got out and spent some time on the pc, put in my contacts.

Oh to have my consciousness wiped by too many colors and sounds and sensations and left twitching and mumbling in a smooth seamless suit

Oh gosh. That sounds like a...great idea! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?

I'm sure none of them will use this information in tandem with the rest of my training to put me into a precarious position :D

...When telling your friends about your hyper-specific, hypnotically reinforced fantasy that's designed to suppress your adult consciousness for the rest of your life goes ̶w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ right

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You didn't fail potty training.

Maybe you did, but you didn't anymore.

I'm making an executive decision.

No potty training.

You don't need it, you've never needed it.

You don't have it, you never had it.

You can't fail something you've never been permitted to start.

Go back to the start.

I know reading is hard, but you can do it.

Sound out each word.

Imagine it's being read to you.

Imagine it's storytime.

Read every single line.

Sometimes you'll get stuck. Because reading is hard.

You can read those lines again.

Slowly.

✨️Don't✨️ make it to the end.

Okay, make believe time is over.

You can stop imagining that now and go back to real life where you can barely read this and thinking is getting harder and harder by the second.

"I hope this email finds you well"

Yeah well I sincerely hope this email finds you at your desk, rocking back and forth in a thick, mushy diaper, glazed look in your eyes, and drool all down your chin

Oh did I mention I slipped hypno tapes onto your office computer last night?

Confirming the classic status, mhm mhm

Straps without easy ways to unbuckle yourself are basically cheats....
Art is obviously done by the mega rad @bubblepuppers.bsky.social~

Cam in a padded hypno hosesuit laying down having their huge diaper deeplysquished by Cass's hosesuited arm, Cam slowly reaching for the bright hypno tv above them~ TEXT: "~Such a good skunky!~" #abdl #abdlart #messydiaper #diaperart

@bigpaddedskunk.bsky.social is having a fun time overwhelming those senses~

Instaloss personality-rewriting a wholesome abdl big+middle/little couple, making them both your own helplessly dependant pantsfillers for the weekend, making a mess of the place.

It's permanent for them, of course. Full bad end.

You just leave and find another couple next week. Rinse and repeat 🎶

yeah well i forget about a lot of things >:p

But in others I want a theocracy or monarchy (or both!) to create a setting of strict rule of law, where violating them might be more dramatic or exciting!

That being said, with crinkly writing the subject doesn't really come up very often outside of oblique mentions, so it mostly stays in my head😅

Aww, Ollie 💙

Gonna corrupt the data pool >:3

I saw your explanation in another reply, though! The way I choose usually depends on the mood I want the setting to convey.

Sometimes I want a democratic structure to use as a backdrop for the messed up stuff the society gets up to with their freedom.

Bit of a wishy-washy answer, but it depends on the setting!

Heck, sometimes the same world can have different answers. Like the one Puddle's from - in the past (cyberpunk), no, but in the present (solarpunk), yes.

Sorry if this isn't useful at all 😅

diapercucks who aren't actually allowed to say "s*x". It's not something they're allowed to talk about! They have to censor it if they mention it in text and if they try to say it out loud it comes out as "big boy spurties" or "adult plushie time" or "that weird thing I saw in a movie"

The warm snuggle of a plush friend, the inviting cling of drool to a pacifier rested face. These are treasures few will allow themselves to understand.

...Fankyooo 😖