speedshagon
Daddy's favorite little girl
23 year old 🇧🇻 inter girl, into omorashi/wetting, ddlg, exhibitionism and chastity. Partially incontinent, daily diaper enthusiast. Looking for a daddy/mommy
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Please stop! I don’t want people from school seeing me in a wet diaper!
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Both of us were in car seats for da trip we went on
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does anyone know where the jammies are from? they're so cute
Thick diaper with two stuffers 🥺🍼
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Please stop! I don’t want people from school seeing me in a wet diaper!
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My first time wearing a diaper in public 🩷
The thing about being agoraphobic is when I do finally get the courage to go out I have a good time, especially eating ice cream, thrifting, and ofcouse books a million 🩷
It always takes a lot for me to go out. The last time I went out I wore pullups. If you know me and my content pullups don't do anything for me anymore. They can't handle my pee 🤣 So I wore my NS Airlocks and I didn't leak once! But actually wearing made me so nervous. Like my safe "thing" was being exposed. So to take these was hard but I proved to myself I could and it's nothing I need to hide. I will absolutely wear again when I go out 🩷
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Friends who pee their diapers together stay together! 💦🥰🫶🏼
For the full beach diaper changing and peeing video follow the link to my JFF! 🥵
Featuring the besties @littlestkittenxx and @soggystrawberry make sure you check out their pages too! 🥰
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A Nation in Transition (Part 5)
Haruka sat alone in her apartment, the weight of her situation pressing down on her like a physical burden. The silence around her was suffocating, each tick of the clock a reminder of the decision that lay ahead. She had to ask one of her neighbors for help, a thought that filled her with a deep sense of dread.
She paced back and forth, her movements restricted by the snug diaper that rustled with each step, a constant reminder of her humiliating predicament. Haruka stopped in front of the mirror, studying her reflection. The sight of herself, a grown woman dressed in such a way, brought a fresh wave of tears to her eyes. Her snug shirt just barely reaching her belly button. The tab style Goo.N diaper designed for younger children fitting her pitiful petite body all too well. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, steeling herself for the task ahead.
In her mind, she rehearsed what she would say, each word carefully chosen yet sounding absurd even in her head. "Hello, I live next door, and due to the new law, I need... assistance." The words felt alien, ridiculous. How could she possibly ask such a thing? The fear of rejection, of judgment, was paralyzing. She imagined their reactions – confusion, discomfort, maybe even disgust. Each imagined scenario ended with her standing alone, her request denied, her humiliation compounded.
Haruka's gaze drifted to the door leading to the neighbor on her left, John, the foreign single man in his late 20s. He was the more logical choice, she reasoned. The single mother, Ms. Suzuki, had enough on her plate already. But the thought of approaching a man, a near stranger, and asking him to perform such an intimate task was overwhelming. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the mere thought of it.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her racing heart. "It's just a question," she whispered to her reflection, trying to summon a semblance of confidence she didn't feel. "He can only say no." But even as she spoke the words, the fear of that 'no', the fear of the look on his face when she asked, gnawed at her.
She took a step towards the door before hesitating again. Her hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob, her resolve wavering. Caught in a tug-of-war between her desperation and her dignity, each force equally compelling and crushing.
With a final look at her reflection, a mix of determination and despair in her eyes, Haruka opened the door to her apartment. The hallway outside seemed longer, more daunting than ever before. Each step towards her neighbor's door was a battle against her own instincts to retreat, to hide from the reality of her situation.
She raised her hand to knock, her heart pounding in her ears, Haruka braced herself for what was to come. This was more than just asking for help; it was exposing her vulnerability to someone whose reaction was a terrifying unknown.
Haruka stood hesitantly before her neighbor's door, her hand frozen in mid-air. Gathering the last shreds of her courage, she finally knocked. The door swung open, revealing a young woman a few years younger than Haruka, standing there in stark contrast to Haruka's current state. She was tall, about three inches taller than Haruka, clad in a way that exuded confidence, and holding a lit cigarette between her fingers.
The woman looked down at Haruka, a faint smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes quickly took in Haruka's attire, and a sharp, quick laugh escaped her.
"Wow," she said, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Didn't expect this."
Haruka felt a flush of embarrassment heat her cheeks. "I... uh, I'm looking for John, the man who lives here," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
The young woman's smirk widened. "John's still at work. But, funny enough, I got with him mainly to avoid ending up like you," she said, gesturing towards Haruka's diapers with a flick of her cigarette. Her laughter had a mocking edge to it, one that cut deep into Haruka's already fragile state.
Before Haruka could react, the woman pulled out her phone and quickly snapped a photo. "This is just too good," she chuckled.
Humiliation engulfed Haruka. Tears welled up in her eyes, her humiliation compounded by the young woman's callous words and actions. She tried to muster a response, but the words caught in her throat.
"Stay like that for a second, will you?" the woman asked, amusement clear in her tone as she eyed Haruka.
The request, so demeaning and casual, was the final straw. With a choked sob, Haruka turned and hurried back to her apartment, the sound of the young woman's laughter and the click of the camera echoing in her ears.
Back inside the safety of her apartment, Haruka leaned against the door, her body shaking with a mixture of sobs and suppressed anger. The encounter had stripped away what little resolve she had left. But the reality of her situation was unyielding; she still needed someone's help.
Wiping her tears, she steeled herself once again. The only option left was approaching the single mother next door, Ms. Suzuki. The thought of burdening another woman, especially one with children, weighed heavily on her, but she had no other choice. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, Haruka moved towards Mrs. Suzuki's door.
Her hand was steadier this time as she knocked, her mind set but her heart still aching with the fear of another rejection, another wave of humiliation. But she had to try, for the alternative was a series of legal and social consequences she couldn't bear to face.
(photo credit goes to @sugarylittlexxx)
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”Aren’t we lucky these diapers have such good leak guards? Look at this!”
”Yeah, they can really keep an incredible lot of mess in place. But really, what did these young ladies eat last night...”
”Exactly. Hey, I’m out of wipes here, can you… Leah! Please hold still, we’re not ready yet!”
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