Holding open the front of your diaper to help your friend with a potty emergency as they scramble to yank down their pull-ups and push their rear over the lip. You see their tail bristle in your face, hear the mudslide rush out, feel the heat envelop your loins and settle. It’s mortifying.

The soft, shy diaper boy, and the bubbly, flirty diaper girl he bagged by being almost comically easy to tease into a sputtering puddle.

Sitting next to a girl in class, hearing her soft moans, her smushing every time she rocks back and forth in her chair. You can’t help stealing glances as she works her poopy training pants along the hard plastic. It’s way more interesting than learning multiplication tables…

God, I posted so much self-indulgent smut yesterday. Cringe… I’ve gotta do it more often.

I'm sorry for all the untagged posts lately. But, like, you follow me. You know what I'm about.

Kept perma-poopy against your will. All your diapers are sourced from others. You wear a medical bracelet that says: "IMPORTANT: Keep Messy". Your changing routine is carefully measured to get maximum mileage out of each diaper. Your caregiver never lets you rash, but never lets you feel clean.

Punished for poor grades by having your pants privileges revoked. Until your next report card at least, you're forced to keep your diapered rear on full display, even in public. Your parents offer you an exception, however. As long as your diaper is dirty, you can have your pants back.

#gross: Get you a boyfriend who volunteers his diaper to you rather than letting you have an accident in your pull-ups. u/////u

"Perma-poopy" is a phrase at the center of many a fantasy of mine. -/////-

Reality-shifted into an incontinent teenager in a world where it's normal for kids to potty train late. Your friends all wear diapers, sometimes openly without any clothes to cover them. It's not unusual for students to show up at school with bedhead and still in their full overnight pants.

I'm adopting a new philosophy. Sometimes, there are hurdles in the way of me doing something--a mental block, a hang-up, a subconscious rule. But hurdles are meant to be cleared. So if I have trouble going over a hurdle the "right" way? The goal should be finding a way around it instead.

A bit awkward when your cabinmates at summer camp return from their activities early to find you in a dirty diaper, humping your pillow for dear life. I mean, come on. You weren't supposed to start without them.

As a third-grader, I'm still not big enough to be trusted without diapers. I am, however, big enough, and therefore responsible enough, to be trusted with the buzzy wand.

As a third-grader, I'm still not big enough to be trusted without diapers. I am, however, big enough, and therefore responsible enough, to be trusted with the buzzy wand.

It's all fun and games when your friends tease you about your diapers, right up until you pull out the Destiny Bond on them. If you fill your pants, they get to fill theirs too. Who's laughing now~

A young, dutiful squire with a thickly cushioned rear. Despite being ten years old and self-conscious of his diaper dependence, the knight-in-training-pants gets nothing but patience and support. "Chivalry is in the heart, not the garb," as his master says.

A young, dutiful squire with a thickly cushioned rear. Despite being ten years old and self-conscious of his diaper dependence, the knight-in-training-pants gets nothing but patience and support. "Chivalry is in the heart, not the garb," as his master says.

Visiting family friends, and the first thing your parents do after you step in the door is yank off your shorts, exposing your diapered rear. You'd be mortified normally, if their friends' kid wasn't also openly diapered. Instead, you're excited to romp off and play with them.

I'm finding it hard to talk about the things I like lately. A combination of creative fatigue and this persistent feeling that no one wants to hear me yap. I'm sure it's not actually true, but...you know. Brains can be mean sometimes.

I should get my kitty cat drawn some more...

Not every kitten handles regression the same way. For some, a fresh diaper is enough to melt their brain into bliss. For those fussier fuzzballs, however, a little bit of catnip sewn into their favorite plush should put an end to any lingering adult stresses.

I like age regression. Bad ends. Good ends. The whole deal. But I like triumphs too. Give me a hero who escapes the shadowy organization before they can be conditioned to their second toddlerhood. Give me someone who outplays the evil witch and steals their adulthood back. Show me how they win.

I like age regression. Bad ends. Good ends. The whole deal. But I like triumphs too. Give me a hero who escapes the shadowy organization before they can be conditioned to their second toddlerhood. Give me someone who outplays the evil witch and steals their adulthood back. Show me how they win.

Swicshes my fluffy $$$$-ing tail.

When I have time between my current projects, I should write another gift story for someone. Those are always fun.

I haven't done it in a while. #tmituesday, if you'd like to ask me things.

This post has breached containment. Which is fine. I love seeing 'ruas from all sorts. But to any scholars (normies) who peered beyond the veil (browsed my profile) and instantly went mad with Eldritch knowledge (read my scandalous diaper smut), I apologize (get fucked, lmao).

Aeonis/Shiro@cenaeonis.bsky.social · 5mo ago

mrw you show me a Zorua.

stimky Some varied, years old @smallerludis.bsky.social comms that were colored by my good buddy @vladigaunt.bsky.social :))

Turns out I had hands too. (Of mercy. And empathy.)

Aeonis/Shiro@cenaeonis.bsky.social · 3w ago

I'm a bit late getting to the Deltarune Chapter 5 train, but I gotta say... This secret boss has got hands.

I'm a bit late getting to the Deltarune Chapter 5 train, but I gotta say... This secret boss has got hands.