Unknowingly purchasing a magic sketchbook at an antique shop that makes whatever is drawn in it True. You leave it on your desk where your little sister find it and eagerly begins scribbling away. You catch her defacing your new purchase an- .̶̨̨̢̧̤̗̥̺̥̣̼̹̘͉̤̯̩̖̗̝̖̞̱͖͖̭̫̲͎̙̰͙͎̪͉̻̣̯͕̲̏̀̈́͌̅́͊̍͗͌̌̓͐̾̐͒̇̇̓̌̈̽̊̿̌̈͆̃͘͘͜͜͝ͅ ̷̢̧̧̡̛̭͔͚̺̰͉̻̱̼̰͚̺͉̱̩̯̰͕̼̙̺̘̘̲̩̜̺̮̞̳͉̭͚̞̗̋̐̊̇̃́̑̍̀̇̽̊̌̈́̐͆̀̅̄͊̉́̄̎̈͑̎̈̔̚͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅ ̴̨̧̡̰͖̮͓͕̩͔̥̳̗̖̼̭̦͖̞͎̣̪͙͇̰̙̦̘͓͇̦͉̤̘͍̪͕̹̰̆̑͆̍̀͑̈́͐́̈́̓̈́̈́̊͋̂̇̎͘͘͜͝ͅ ̸̡̨̨̛̪̳̠͍̩̳̝̟̜̯̮̣̇͂͆̑̾̐̇͆̌̑͑̾͒̂͐͗̐̌̾̄̈́̏̆̈̄̄̄̉́͝͝͝͝͝͠ ̶̨̢̨̙̣͕͚͖̙̤͆͑͛̅̀̇̂̀͌͐̓͊̅̋̚̚̚͝ͅ ̵̢̧̨̯̘̝͖͎̞͇͎̗̫̙͈̬̗̝̺̜̜͈͚̼̞͙͕̮̫̥͍̦͕͖̻̮̰̼̏̂̉̒͑̿͒̾́̆̋͒̇͑̄̚͜͜͝ͅ ̶̛̛̜͔̬̘̳͕̘͎̬̮̮̽͗̈̿̑̀̆̓̉̏́̈́̍̏̍́͑̎̂͆͗͛̂̏̓͑̋͛̉̿̈̓͌͑̋̚̚͝͝ ̸̛̛̻͈̗͉̠̘̼͚͉͙̣͇̲̰̖̣̙̼̣̦̖̃̌̋̾̈́̈́̑̓̂́̅̾̐́́̈́̐͊͋̃͗̅̋͆͐͑̔̓̀́̔̂̃͛̕͝͝͠͝͠ ̴̢̨̢̨̡̹̗̻̬̤͙̫̙̳͚̹̫̠͔͙̖̣̦̹̮̖̼̜̭̯̗̞̲̝̫͙̖͈͌͂̐̈͒́̓̂̚̚ͅ ̸̧̡̛̯͇͎̠̜̰̣̪̬͎͇̝̖̞̭̮̟̜̲͕̤̲̘̝̼̘̭͍̮̝͓̤̤̌́̾̾̅́̾̋͋́̈́̿̈́̌̎͂̊̑̇̋͋̀͌̽̾̃́̈́̚̕̕͘͜͝͝͠͠ ̸̧̛̛͎̗̰̀̎̉͛̄́̾͌̌̒͂̏̂̋̇̕͠ ̸̢̨̤̮͉̟̬͓͚͈̦̫̲̥͓͉̺͙̻͇͈͉̗̺̮̘͓̭̊̓̎́̌͐̎̊̆̉̊̀̈̉͑̀̇̀̐͜͜͠͠͝͠͠͠͠ ̴̛̛͍͎͍̠̂̔̆͑͋͂̎̀̉͋͋̆̏̓͗͌̽̅̅̑͆̑̾̿̀̄͛̉́̔͛̊̈́̒͒̉͘̕͝͝͝ͅ ̴̢̧̨̦̯͕̹͕̬͍̪͓̪̤̦͚̙̹̖̠͙̲̜͉̲̭̫̑̆̌͑̅̊̓̆̌̈́̐͛̆̅͂̾̊̉̈́̎̾̐͂́̇̍̾̒̃̀̑̀́͛͘͘͝͝ ̶̧̢̡̨̛͔̜̣͔̝͎̩̦͕̰͕̦̻̠̥͍̣̩̌̿̓̇̂̿͑̿̑͊̕ ̵̡̢̛̛̛̳͙͙̩̗̮̓͋͂̈́̍̊͑́̇̈́̿̇͌̎̐̂̌̂̾͗̀̿͊͂̏̄̈́̑̋͊̋̚͠ ̷̨̧̧̨̨̢̬̞͔̮̙͙̰͔̦̘̼͔̤͖̬̫͖͈̖̦͈̫̞̰̺̟͔͕̭̪̩̬̬̱́͌̓̊̿͜͜͝ ̴̡̨̢̨̧̛̹̣̻̘͎͕̲̰̙̱͉͉̻̜̩̯͚͓̣̹̱̙̣̙̹̮̪̰͖̫̖͓͚̲͑̅͛̑͒̾̆̎͌͆͐̔͊̈̌̎̏̓͆̈̈́̈́́̽͛͐͊͜͝͝ ̵̡̨̨̨̢̧̢̛̘̳̞̟̘͔̲͎̦͔̳̯͎͍̣̪̲̻͉̱̠͎͙͓͓͖͚̽́͊̈́̒͒̓̐̃̃̕̕̕ ̵̨͍̞͉̩̳͓̝̓̎̄̌̿̐̾́̉̇͆̄̋̊̊̒̈́̈́̔͂͜͠ ̴̨̧̛̛̬̰͈͎̣̲̩̜̥͖̭̦̞̥̖͔̂͒́͒̈́̉̈́̐͗̀͘͘͝͝͝ ̷͎̦̤̺͙̩̰̥͓̩̝̖̺̟̪̎̈́̑̓̈́̓͊̉̃͋͑̿̃̉̈́̚͝ ̸̢̨̢̢̧̜̺͓̺͎̯̦͙͓̤̼̝̬͓͍͕̹̞͓̥̙͍̄̉̔̆́̐̂̅̂̓̊̈̄̉̓̋̾̂̇̆̈́̽̈̔ͅ ̸̧̡̢͇̗̗͉͇̩͙̩̝̺̣̰̪̳̣̬͙̜͚̱̙̜͕̫̦͙̔̓͆͜ ̴̝͉̰̝͈̜̰̲̘̖̹̙͇͕̹̯͍̣̝͕́̅̿̓̈͐̈́̊̅̐͋͝ͅͅ

Huh would you look at that, it’s Tuesday again! Feel free to ask me anything, or if you can’t think of a question tell me what your potty chart looks like!

Diapered girlfriend who loves plopping herself down in your lap after her morning coffee hits and effortlessly grunting a giant load into her pants, giggling at how flustered you get

People warned you about gaining relationship weight after you moved in with your partner, but they should’ve been more worried about relationship continence. Sure your partner wore big thick diapers and had never used a potty in their life, but there’s no way you were going to stop using the potty!

Big series of Skyrim-esque skill trees where every skill you take causes you to lose that corresponding bit of potty training ability/knowledge. You were so excited to level up! …now you’re nervously reading the skills & realizing you can’t exit until you’ve spent all your skill points…

Smug big sister who constantly teases you about your big diapers despite only being in pull ups herself. It’s so unfair how when you poop your pants you’re “a big dumb stinky baby”, but when she poops her pants she’s “actually super smart for choosing not to waste time going to the potty”

Getting bullied in highschool by a big strong cow girl jock who loves to pin you down and sit her big padded butt on your chest, grunting mud pies into her pampers until they’re full enough to smush over your face.

World where filling your pants causes you to physically regress, the fuller your pants the younger you get. You squat and begin to push as an adult, and then- *FBLRRT* *SPLORCH* *FWUMP* *SQUISH* You fall back on your massively bloated diaper as a very stinky toddler!

Embarrassed big brother who tries to cover up his big droopy diapers by wearing loose/baggy jeans, but that just makes it even easier for his little bro to pull them down and show off his big bro’s sagging dumpy diapers to all his friends.

All of you should go touch some grass. And by touch I mean huff & squish, and by grass I mean my giant mushy sagging diaper of course

Sending a Snapchat to a friend and using a baby filter, only to find yourself much smaller with a thick pamper strapped around your waist after sending it.

Like heat shimmering off pavement on a lazy summer day, a reality wave sweeps through a highschool leaving empty heads & full seats in its wake, the occupants completely oblivious to the changes.

Ranked competitive diaper filling competition where the loser with the least full diaper gets forcibly potty trained and changed into undies forevermore

Magic dating app where you can adjust the stats of your matches. You swipe right on someone who’s the picture of maturity: sharply dressed, highly educated, a love of literature & theatre… All of that evaporates as you alter their potty training status to ‘Diapered 24/7’

Clumsily clambering onto a training potty in the middle of the playroom. A daycare worker notices you & comes over to watch, giving you a patronizing pat on the head. “Awww is the little baby gonna use the potty?” they ask with a chuckle.

Speeding down the highway when you suddenly hear sirens & see flashing lights behind you. As you go to pull over, reality warps around you and you feel your undies thicken. Your hot rod morphs into a Little Tykes Cozy Coupe, and the road melts away into your childhood backyard.

Portal Pamps connected to your CG so that they can tease you about accidents they’re having in your pants. “Looks like the *hng* little baby is packing their pants and doesn’t even know it!” they tease, watching your diaper bulge & sag while they squat & grunt

Sure your little brother warped reality again, but this time you were ready! You go to find him as soon as you feel your undies poof up into pampers, determined to give him a piece of your mind. You waddle from room to room until you find him sitting on some weird looking white thing…

Being victim to a padded reality warp, but you retain barely enough knowledge to remember what you lost. “Change me- *fblrrt* back dude! I know I used to know how to use that- *Fblurch* weird lookin’… ‘pod-dy’ I think you called it? *crinkle* I’m s’posta be a big kid!” *FWUMP* *SQUISH*

Swapping your potty training with your new puppy, certain it’ll be easier to retrain yourself than housebreak your pet. Fast forward a month later to you proudly squatting & pooping your pants out on the front lawn, convinced that potty training means going outside after watching your dog for tips

Standing outside the open bathroom door and crossing your arms in huff, stomping your foot & blushing at the diaper crinkles while your little bro smugly uses the potty. “B-but I’m the big kid here!” You whine, your tummy rumbling.

Pantsing your little bro and 𝗅̶𝖺̶𝗎̶𝗀̶𝗁̶𝗂̶𝗇̶𝗀̶ 𝖺̶𝗍̶ being jealous of his 𝖽̶𝗎̶𝗆̶𝖻̶ 𝖻̶𝖺̶𝖻̶𝗒̶ 𝖽̶𝗂̶𝖺̶𝗉̶𝖾̶𝗋̶𝗌̶ cool big kid undies. “You’re such a 𝗉̶𝖺̶𝗇̶𝗍̶𝗌̶ 𝖿̶𝗂̶𝗅̶𝗅̶𝗂̶𝗇̶𝗀̶ 𝖽̶𝗈̶𝗋̶𝗄̶ mature grown-up! Have fun pooping 𝗒̶𝗈̶𝗎̶𝗋̶ 𝗉̶𝖺̶𝗇̶𝗍̶𝗌̶ in the potty while I 𝗎̶𝗌̶𝖾̶ 𝗍̶𝗁̶𝖾̶ 𝗍̶𝗈̶𝗂̶𝗅̶𝖾̶𝗍̶ pack my pampers like a proper 𝖺̶𝖽̶𝗎̶𝗅̶𝗍̶ baby!” *FBLUORCH* *FWUMP*

Baby bro who alters reality to put you back into diapers, but the change affects the whole world. Now you and your friends are hanging out like usual, blorting your shorts and comparing favorite diaper brands while your little bro realizes he accidentally erased the entire concept of potty training

Quick crafting question for all you padded stinkers; how many inches wide is the gap between your legs when you’re wearing a diaper? I’m finishing up a crochet onesie and not quite sure what size to make the gusset…

Geez, it’s TMI Tuesday again? Funny how it keeps popping up! Feel free to ask me anything ☺️ And if you don’t have any questions, feel free to tell me all about any cool hobbies you have/projects you’re working on! (Besides packing your pants of course 😏)

Swapping potty training with your little bro for the weekend sounded like such a good idea at first. You were able to have a marathon gaming session with no pauses for bathroom breaks!

Getting regressed by your little brother and immediately peeing your pants while smugly grinning at them, the diaper under your now elastic waisted pants expanding and sagging while you babble about how ‘diapies are way better an’ cooler actually!’

Squatting and pushing with such a loud and forceful *SPLUORCH* that it reverberates back through your past, poopy pants retroactively becoming a constant throughout your entire life. Your first day of school? You remember your trusty diaper squishing as you sat down at your desk.

Cursed diaper where everyone sees you as a baby when your pants are clean, and as an adult when your pants are full. The choice is yours whether you want to be praised as a baby for your clean diaper, or teased as an adult for the mushy mess sitting heavily in your padded seat!