Puddle

@puddlepamps.bsky.social

30's, ace, pastel foxboy. Probably needs a change. I write silly stories about big dumb babies. You can find my work on FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/nystel Or Telegram: https://t.me/+UfXh0DsDGtViM2Ex

"Hey there, kiddo." "Oh, hi again!" "Hmm, you're missing something. Here, open up wide for the choo-choo!" "..." "C'mooon, it's just your pacifier. It wouldn't be strapped to your cute li'l shirt if you didn't like using it, right?" 𝘏𝘶𝘧𝘧. "Fine. Ahhh - mph!"😖 "There we go, isn't that better?"

Sometimes I know I should feel fussy about how much adulthood has been stripped away from me. Another change, another twitch of cage-locked bits. I 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 complain and pout and demand to be unlocked, but instead it's. Listen. Blush. Wag. Accept. ❤️ 🎨: @littlebeauboy.bsky.social!!!

Listen, big boy thoughts. I'm sorry that the more I learn (from the dumb drooly baby hypnosis), the more you're slowly going bye-bye (disappearing forever). But I'm not going to stop.

Eye lenses booting up with Active Censor Targeting (ACT) one day blurring or garbling anything above a kids (or lower!) rating, random servo maintence disabling legs or hands for a while, occasional very public updates about pants state sent from an internal server... Im very normal today

Been consumed lately with thoughts of little creatures that follow big babies around and handle the tuff stuff for them. A plushy, or a pixie, or maybe a familiar. Talking to the grownups for you. Telling them aaalll about how you're too little to handle much more than filling your diapees anymore.

Imagine if you loved in the 60s economy where one person in the couple could have a relatively low stress job that supported them financially and the other could be a live-in diaperdork who they trained to be needy and kinda hopeless and got left house chores pinned to the fridge every morning.

Realizing that it doesn't matter how long I've been doing this. It's 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 going to feel good to have a new trance trigger installed. I could have a million of them and the millionth and first would still get me feeling dumb and drooly and oh so suggestible in all the right ways 🫠

Finding yourself idly singing cocomelon songs while you waddle around the house, teddy bear dangling from one paw. Realizing that you now sing-song and giggle in all of your quiet moments. About ipples and ininis, or the cow jumping over spaghetti, or mice climbing clocks. It's more fun this way!