noahVmiller

It's hard to clean yourself alone in a tub. Out of pure connivence I find it easier to take a shower. It is fun to wear a diaper in a tub filled with bubbles and a rubber ducky

Showers if I'm by myself, but baths if I get to play and there's bubbles

I couldn't

This would really complete the experience

I think the story should be about a young man who is overcome by his desire to regress. He has several failed relationships until one day two of his exes reappear. His old mommy has found a man to satisfy her desires. His other ex, a little, wants to regress with him for life.

I know personally for me unless it was a dealbreaker for the girl I would have no interest in kids. Hell, I wouldn't know where to start. I grew up with absent parents myself, completely unacceapting

that would be a really fun thing to do when you're snowed in with a fire in a fireplace cuddled with a big fleece / flannel blanket

Went down the toy isle at Target for the first time in a long long time actually looking at everything for sale. I had no idea they started making call of duty figurines! That's so sick, it's like legos but it's army. It looked so realistic too

ALWAYS ask permission for soda / alcohol Ask permission for snacks Carseat always Chore charts

Cant say I ever remember this happening to me but it's certainly part of my ABDL fantasies. I wish more than anything I was with someone so acceptiong, loving, and dedicated to taking care of me that she would even think to do such a thing, I think the more you "overstep" your boundaries the more "real" it feels. I want it to feel as real as possible.

I want to be Sadie! <3 Sadie is a newborn but already got a head full of hair

It's hard for me to relate because I feel like I've only ever regressed (a few times) time in front of someone before, and a few times over skype or the phone. I was able to achieve littlespace over the phone and skype, but actually regressing in person IN PUBLIC was a whole new world for me. I remember my EXmommy let me regress and we went on "errands" to the grocery. Had I been completely 100% honest (knowing I wouldn't scare her) I would have killed to ride in one of the carts, not like the shelf, but the carts with the cars. I probably would have sucked my thumb and or used my paci, but I was dealing with my inner critic and also fighting fears that "going overboard" might make this whole ageplay go away. Another time we went to the zoo and that was so early on in the relationship I was just overjoyed she would let herself be seen with me in public (me wearing a diaper) she accepted me from the beginning and that went a long way in forming a bond that's now been broken.

Past

#progress For the longest time that is more or less the impression I kept getting in my last relationship. I am a natural submissive but further than that I take pleasure in giving pleasure. I always want someone else's needs met before mine or else it makes me feel uncomfortable sometimes. I'm not saying a relationship HAS to be this way but I feel like I would thrive under a dynamic similar to

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This girl means the world to me. She can play me like a piano, it's incredible. I have learned, and truly believe she has my best interest at heart, by letting go I trust together we can compose masterpieces. This may sound silly but imagine the teddy bear you've grown up with your whole life, it knows why you cried on Christmas when you 12. The teddy knows how much it hurt when (who you thought) was your first true love cheated on you. Then one day you realize what's been missing your entire life, and tears start showering down on teddy. As you sit there crying the teddy looks up and says, "I love you." That's when you realize your "imaginary" best friend growing up just become "real." Tears fill your eyes as you whisper, "nothing is more beautiful than this right now. You could take every sunrise AND sunset from the beginning of time - mix them all together into a blender - charge $2 or $20 a cup and it wouldn't taste half as absolutely amazing as our love." You look down at the bear, your body radiating with joy, and nod your head, "this is the only thing that's ever been "real" in my life." That's the day the grown up boy become real - the day unconditional love filled his heart for the first time - and he sat there sobbing, hugging the bear, tears streaming down his face.

My Dad