Breck 🌲✨💦

little/middle who is unreasonably smug about being in pullups and brags about being "practically a grown-up" even if their chart is full of rainclouds, because they SOMETIMES manage to make it in time.

Huh would you look at that, looks like you got straight A’s in all your classes: Diaper training, naptime, double layering 101, pushies practice, and of course recess!

They have my undying loyalty! It’s family owned and has the best iced Vietnamese coffee in town, I shudder to think about just how much I’ve spent here over the last several months (but it’s completely worth it of course 😅)

Stopped at my favorite local cafe to play some piano as usual and the owner surprised me with an absolutely massive banh mi on the house, I would die for her 🥺😭💚

It’s one thing to have your potty training abilities regressed, but it’s another thing entirely to have your mentality about it regressed as well.

“Why are you being so weird about my pull-ups? Sometimes I poop my pants and don’t wanna make a huge mess, it’s not like it’s a big deal or anything!”

Parents who actively work to get you back in diapers but want it to seem like your idea

Constantly keeping you busy with chores, making sure all your food & drinks are properly spiked, and being right there to console you & bring out a convenient padded solution when you inevitably fill your pants…

Little bro who finds your college diploma and replaces your major with Diaper Filling.

Your pants melt away as you drop into a deep squat, proudly giving your pampers a pat as you fill them with a muffled *FBLURCH*, years of classroom instruction on how to make the biggest pushies filling your head

Little bro who alters reality to put you back in diapers but doesn’t think about the consequences of such a change. Your poofy pampers & lack of potty training immediately become the norm, their own undies poofing out into a similarly thick diaper as potty training becomes a foreign concept to all!

There’s just something so extra squirmy about packing a pull up with a big mushy mess as opposed to a diaper.

Being given a modicum of trust from a grown up to make it to the potty, wearing this thinner padding ‘just in case’, then proving just how big a baby you are by packing your big kid pants!

That’s way too many big words, I bet they’re just grumpy cuz their tummies hurt or something! Dragons are supposed to just push all that grumpiness into their big padded seat, I’m sure that’d make em feel a lot better!

…Wait, are you telling me that there’s actually dragons out there who DON’T make big poopies in their crinkly hatchypants??

Being so dependent on your diapers that you can’t even tell when you’re filling them or how full they are. Needing to rely on everyone else to check your pants and tell you just how soggy and stinky you are, completely oblivious to just how much you may be stinking up any room you waddle into

Having finally finished making an extra large, mushy mess in your pants you give it an approving squish before waddling off, now having always been a proud (and stinky) potty training dropout!

‘And I almost did it too!’ You blush a tiny bit as you remember the new version of that fateful day. ‘I totally would’ve passed if I hadn’t filled my pull ups that one time!’

*SPLUORCH*

*FWUMP*

‘Not that any of that dumb potty stuff matters anyways since my parents gave up on it after that!’

You reminisce a bit as your squat deepens and your seat continues to bulge.

‘Potty training?’ You think to yourself. ‘Wasn’t that something my parents tried to get me to do way back when I was a little kid?’

*SPLORCH*

Your tummy rumbles as every memory of using the potty disappears from your head, but you pay it no mind.

*Fffblblbrttt*

After allwould you pay any attention to what’s happening in your diaper? It’s not like you’ve ever known anything different!

*BRAAP*

*FBLURCH*

That simple change exponentially grows as your old life melts away. Your pants explode out as a thick, soggy diaper hangs heavily from your hips.

You poke at it, confused for only a moment before its weight feels deeply familiar, the crinkling between your thighs being a normal, mundane sound.

Lazy reality warper who makes small changes in your past and lets the butterfly effect take care of the rest.

With a snap of their fingers they make a teensy change to your toddler days, causing you to have actually filled your pants on the final day of potty training.

Diapered gf who’s able to win any argument you have with her by squatting down and grunting a big mushy mess into her pants, letting her stink fill the room & refusing to let you change her until you admit that she’s right

Of course the theater department at diapered high school has ‘The Couch’, but instead of being used for the usual activities it’s covered in plushies and the go to spot for theater nerds to grind in their mucky pamps

That game changer episode was a back door pilot!

Nope that’s @meghancherry25.bsky.social who is much more courageous than me! My unique fact had nothing to do with this community lol

There can never be enough diapered Deku art! You’re doing the lords work Snazzy

Meanwhile across town yet another magic dating app user chuckles to themselves as they swipe left on you, having sealed your fate the same way you sealed your date’s.

Turnabout is fair play after all, too bad you never considered that your stats were as easily editable as everyone elses!

You fall back onto your mushy seat with a carefree *SQUISH* as you contentedly sigh, certain that you’ve uncovered the mystery.

Giggling you open your phone back up and eagerly swipe right on your fellow diapered date, eager to get up to lots of stinky adventures!

Clambering up to your feet you waddle for a moment before dropping into a squat.

*FBLURCH*

*BROURP*

*FWUMP*

A grin flashes across your face as your warm, hefty mess smushes into the seat of your pamps. That must’ve been what was wrong, you had to make some pushies!

You furrow your brow and pop your pacifier in your mouth, looking around your nursery in slight confusion. Something felt off, but what could it possibly be?

You glance down at your lap, unsnapping your shortalls and inspecting your diaper; it’s just a little soggy, nothing unusual there!

Within moments your little alteration finishes rewriting every aspect of their life, leaving nothing but a padded pamper packer waddling where an accomplished adult once stood.

Chuckling, you go to swipe left and mess with some other profiles before feeling a momentary shift all around you.

Several new entries appear in their likes including ‘making pushies’ and ‘playing with my stuffies’, and their dislikes disappear, being replaced with ‘the dumb yucky potty monster!’

A photo of them at their college graduation twists as their diploma morphs into a potty chart, their smile now directed at the single gold star they managed to stick on there amidst weeks of storm clouds.

Their interests are the next to go, theater & literature giving way to Bluey & baby books