DragCoon

I'm extremely good at controlling my bathroom needs, so what I enjoy when I mess is when it feels like an accident. That total loss of control instantly puts me as far into little space as I can go. I'll often achieve this with laxatives, like marshmallows or a cleanse. I'll stuff a bunch of marshmallows up there and then put on many, many layers of padding, so many I have to remove most of them before I release or else I'll get a blowout. I don't like the mess, so I generally remove all but the first diaper and then stand in the shower and let go. There's something so fantastic about the feeling of doing the potty dance, physically shaking, trying to hold it in, and when I do it in the shower, I can see the toilet and remind myself that I'm too little to use the big boy potty. Then, I remove the diaper and shower as soon as I know I'm finished, and often as a self-imposed "punishment" for making a mess, I'll give myself an enema and make myself "bottom," so to speak, with a toy, which is a massive act of submission for me because I'm usually a pretty strict "top."

Wet, definitely. I really like the feeling of making a mess, but I don't like sitting in it because I'm really paranoid I'll get a rash or an infection. Wet are nice and warm and cozy, and I really like seeing how many floods I can fit in a single diaper before it leaks.

Hi all. I didn't find this anywhere else. If I missed it, sorry about that. So, uh, I'm pre-op FtM, meaning I've still got an "innie" where there should be an "outie." I know people assigned female at birth are at higher risk of getting UTIs and yeast infections and other nasty stuff. This is, of course, mortifying to me, because I'd hate to have to interact with that thing anymore than I have to. Because I'm so anxious about it, I find it difficult to really enjoy messing or being messy. It feels really good at first, but then I can't stop worrying that I'm going to get an infection if it starts creeping towards the front. Can anybody set my mind at ease about this so my anxiety doesn't interrupt my little space? Thanks.

Hai! You're cute.. For a girl. There aren't lots of other babyfurs here. Wanna be friends?

I'm around your age! And I get wanting to talk to somebody about where you are in life, cause it's easy to feel lonely and intimidated when you're the youngest around. Sort of a "new kid in town" kinda feel. That said, I'd way rather talk to somebody twice my age and pleasant than someone younger who speaks in such a carelessly abrasive way. As much as I'd love to know more ABDLs in their early 20s, I know there's a lot I can learn from people who've been here, and done this, so much longer than I have. If you're having trouble reconciling your identity, who cares if the person who can offer you the most help happens to have twenty years on you? Take what you can get, be humble and attentive, and you'll find yourself feeling better and better everyday.

I don't mess much, mostly just wet, but I've found scented bags to be a lifesaver where discretion is concerned. Little baby powder-scented diaper sacks are pretty useful, though they can run on the small side for a really swollen diaper, but my go-to on the uncommon occasion where I do really wanna mess is scented kitchen bags. I mean, the things are made to seal out and disguise the scent of rotting food, so they can also help a fair bit with the smell of a messy diaper. Bag, or even double-bag, it and get it outside as soon as possible, but once the thing is outside, nobody will notice. They can also be visually discrete; there've been a few occasions on which I just added the rest of the bathroom trash to the bag and carried it out of the apartment, past my roommates, without them thinking anything of it. Best of luck. Parents can be tough.

My adult self teeters on the catch-22 of lonesome and shy. I need "me time" regularly to recharge my batteries. I tend to shy away from taking risks. I often think "I can't." When I'm little, I'm still fine by myself, but I would like to try being little with a CG or a playmate sometime. If I am alone, which is usually the case, I'm not usually particularly lonely. I'm much less anxious in little space. I get more submissive, and I also become extremely curious. A lot of kink exploration that I would never try as a grown-up is possible, and even fun, in little space. I really wanna try it with a CG. As it is, I've noticed my inner monologue has me assume that role as well. It's like instead of me just intuitively knowing what to do to be responsible after years of conditioning, I have to actually talk myself through it in little space. I self-reference (in my mind) with "we;" i.e. "Ok, we need to go get veggies cause we need them to grow up big and strong.. Now we need to drink a bunch of water.. Now it's time for a bath, we gotta take off our clothes, get in the shower.. If we're good and we do our homework now, we can have cookies and watch Pokemon once it's finished.. etc, etc" My vocabulary in text-based communications remains at an adult level (unless I'm specifically RPing otherwise with someone), but I'll use simpler words or phrases in my internal monologue.

I do it a lot at night, after I'm finished with classes, homework, etc. It is for me almost what meditation is for others. The more stressed I am, the more I crave an opportunity to slip back into the safety of little space. I also want to regress when my "introvert batteries" are running dry from too much social interaction. It does sometimes trigger seemingly randomly, though. Some days I'll just wake up and go "well, I'm wearing a diaper to class today, better find my sweats." I also sometimes let little things take over instead of fully regressing, like taking a break when I'm really anxious to just watch some Powerpuff Girls and drink a bit of Pedialyte. It's basically therapy.

It's kinda therapeutic for me. I do it as a chance to briefly minimize or escape from debilitating Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. When I'm in little space, I still have OCD, but it's a lot more manageable because being little puts me in a more carefree mindset. I like it so much because it reduces an otherwise excruciating load of anxiety. Though I don't do it for sexual reasons, it does have sexual effects. I often feel naughty and submissive when I'm in little space. I also find it a lot easier to get turned-on, and I'm more open to experimentation, because the drop in anxiety and the adoption of the youthful persona gives me a sense of innocent curiosity. I don't feel bad masturbating when little because little boys are pretty notorious for playing with themselves. I haven't really explored it much with other people yet, though. I'd like to see how that goes.

I've always had a really shy bladder. I'm trying to get less shy about it, but I'm still pretty new to this, and it's a work in progress. My shyness, along with gender dysphoria before I got my first STP, means I can literally go an entire day without using the bathroom without too much difficulty or discomfort. I usually average something like 2-4 times per day on a regular schedule. I measured the output of an average wetting the other day and got to about 825 ml (about 28 oz or 3.5 cups). I don't particularly want to lose my bladder control; it's done me a lot of good in life. As such, I am absolutely a flooder, and my best diapers can hold maybe 1.5 wettings before they overflow XD It works for me, though, cause my ageplay is at a point where I am potty-trained, but can occasionally get too engrossed in playing or watching cartoons and have an "accident." Damn. I think that's my cue to regress, if you'll excuse me ^,^;;

I brush my teeth right before bed and wouldn't want to undo that effort, so I stick to water, but I love having a bottle in bed with me. My new (since I accepted ABDL in my life) bedtime routine is to watch/listen to kid stories on my tablet till I'm really sleepy, then roll over and fall asleep. I usually take a sip or two off my bottle throughout the stories and right before I crash. Not only is it soothing, it's also super convenient because it's less likely to leak or spill than regular water bottles.

I guess it depends. Always stand in public, but at home, if I'm not wearing or I just don't want to waste a diaper, as long as I'm not in a hurry, I'll often sit. If nothing else, it's a chance to check Tumblr.

The longest time I went without sleeping with at least one stuffed critter was three months, when I studied abroad and tried to quit cold-turkey. Even then, I slept with a bundled-up old t-shirt in place of a toy. There are a few who have really special meaning to me, who currently live at my parents' house, and whom I desperately requested to be rescued after the house caught fire while I was in Norway, but the ones I have at uni with me don't have particular significance. I currently sleep with all of Eevee's (the Pokemon) possible evolutions, and I've got a Fennekin and a little dragon beanie-baby near where my computer sits.

I used to collect Pokemon cards, and now I play Magic. I've also got the GBC version of Pokemon as a rom on both my computer and my phone.

Other: I would wish for a Y-chromosome. The money is incredibly tempting - get rid of student debt, be comfortable forever, be able to afford my surgeries - but I genuinely want nothing more than I want to be rid of dysphoria forever. I don't wanna start over, even if I could do so assigned male. I can do ageplay just fine as an adult, and I have the ability to be an adult when it's more useful. I want to be a 21 year-old man just like I am now, except with a penis, a prostate, some testicles, a beard, and a couple more inches in height. Oh, and no more "demon hole," if that wasn't implicit.

H-hi.. I'm FtM and I also joined to look for friends!

I'm trans FtM, so I see little space as a chance to relive my boyhood with my preferred name. Since I chose the name "Lance," it's really reaffirming to hear it. That said, I'm also babyfur, and while dragon babies are called "hatchlings" or "wymlings" and baby raccoons are "cubs," my stubborn little self has decided baby dragon/raccoon hybrids are "pups." As such, I like it when people call me "Pup" when I'm in little space.

Took about 45 minutes. Didn't really have cramping, like most people said, it was just a very quick build-up of the need to "go." I also found I really had to pee, and when I finally gave into the pressure, I both messed and wet. I lost a pound. Was honestly hoping for a little more of a weight drop, but whatever. Wasn't nearly as terrifying as I thought it would be. Now, I'm gonna drink several bottles' worth of Pedialyte and wear nothing flimsier than a GoodNite for the next 24 hours, just in case.

This is literally nightmare fuel for me because I'm legitimately afraid of pooping. Like, in general. I have an iron bladder and an even tougher colon because I'm so shy about the bathroom. But I'm actively trying to stretch my comfort zone right now, so this should be good for me, right?

Pull-ups and GoodNites just can't hold enough. If I'm doing ageplay, I want the ability to wet without being scared. When I go to class or somewhere else where I need to be a "big kid," I'll do GoodNites cause they're discreet.

I only had one messing accident. I was in kindergarten or first grade - so about five or six, I guess - and I wanted to go down the slide one last time before going home after class. I hadn't really even realized I needed to go. It was small, not a particularly messy mess, as these things go, and really rather insignificant overall, but my mom made a big deal of it. When we got home, she made me watch as she cleaned my underwear, then made me wear a PullUp for the rest of the day. She told my dad I had diarrhea, which I resented because it wasn't true, I was just a little kid and wanted to play just a little bit longer. I secretly didn't mind being back in a diaper for the day, but her intentions kind of ruined it for me. I dunno, I was a bedwetter from 4-10 or so, so it wasn't the diaper itself that bothered me, but that she had to be so nasty about it. As for wetting, well, that's a bit of a different story. I ordinarily have a cast-iron bladder; I can literally hold it for a full day without too much discomfort. The only exceptions to this are when I'm really nervous and when I'm drinking alcohol. Sometimes as a little kid, I'd voluntarily wet myself just because I was fascinated with the process, but two accidents really stand out in my mind. In both cases, I was in fourth grade (9 or 10), and feeling pretty stressed, dysphoric (I'm FtM) and lonesome. The first time, I couldn't get my teacher's attention during recess, so by the time he said I could go, I was full to bursting, and tripping over a chair on the way caused me to lose it all. Then, some weeks later, the class went on a camping trip (it was a private school for kids who are as brilliant as they are broken), and I just remember not making it to the latrine in time. Both times, I hid it and never told anyone.. until now, I guess.

It really helps to read this article. I'm really still coming to terms with it, but thinking about it, some of my earliest memories are of wishing I could stay in diapers longer. My mom was really emotionally abusive and my dad pretty absent. She'd still freak if she knew I was wearing a diaper right now, but I'm trying to work on accepting myself.

H-hi.. I just found this community through Tumblr and I'm looking for a safe space in which I can express myself without judgment. I'm a furry (dragon/raccoon hybrid), I feel my ageplay age is pretty varied but generally from 3-6. I joined cause I live in the middle of nowhere, so I don't know anybody else in real life who does this, and I want friends who can tell me I'm not a freak for feeling this way. So, um, yea. Hi.