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  1. BabyDreams

    Feeling less attractive about diapers

    Interest in kinks come and go, so fluctations like this is entirely normal, with or without a partner. Anyway, congratulations on finding someone; enjoy your time with her 😉 This might not be a very popular opinion on a site like this, but I think weird sexual interests correlate a lot with social ineptitude. (Please understand: this does not mean that one causes the other in either direction, it's just that they sometimes go somewhat hand in hand, I think.) This leads to a lot of people (certainly not all kinksters of course, just some of them, but still a notable number) kind of replacing normal sexual behavior (like seeking out a decent partner, and developing worthwhile relationships) with fetish-related activities, and elaborate practices of masturbation. Not to be judgemental - I do it to a large degree, after all 🤨 - but it's important to keep a perspective on your life. Especially if you are a person who never had a long term relationship, or any sex at all before. Spending years indulging in specific fetishes on the internet in this situation might not be the best for you. (Please note @ShallowBear52 that I'm not talking specifically about you here, this is just in general.) So of course your interest in solo diaper time will wane, if you have another - let me dare to say: healthier - outlet for your sexuality. And good for you 🙂 I hope you guys will hit it off and have a great time together - sexually and otherwise!
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    Messing without messing

    Underwear is cheap, so why not buy a bunch of "play clothes" for her? Try to go for something that's not a thong, so like hipster briefs, "grandma panties". These by design have a lot of butt coverage, so they are good to wet and mess. You can try interesting clothes to mess in, like yoga pants, stockings (the two-legged version that go up and over the waist), etc. If you put a few sheets of paper towel into the panties, centered on the anus, you can "catch" the poop with it. That way it doesn't directly goes into the threads of the clothes, and this makes it a lot easier to clean up. It also decreases the nasty factor somewhat. It helps if the butt has no hair - less surface are for the poop to stuck, so again, easier clean up. Offer to clean her up after - messing might not be her thing, but she might get hooked on the babying part? Or control her bathroom use, if you guys are into that? In general, she might not be into messing itself, but there are a bunch of "neighbouring" kinks that can be up her alley, and can be enjoyed by both of you.
  3. BabyDreams

    Another desperate wetting in panties

    That feeling when it turns out that even 2 hands aren't nearly enough 😅 I love that puddle by the way ❤️
  4. Don't you think that this is an extreme overreaction? 🙃 Do you know who else has moments when they feel disgusting? Everyone else. And I don't know one straight guy who watches "normal" straight porn - obviously not a huge sample of people there, just a few guys who I asked and who answered. But it's either some fetish stuff, or girl-on-girl. "Lesbian" is the leading overall search term on pornhub year after year - check out their "Year in Review" posts that they do each year. A female body is a huge fun factory indeed, but at least you can trivially pee through your fly and standing up, and can't get pregnant 😄 Ain't a negliable difference, if you ask me. Also, a wise man once said: don't envy someone, if you're not ready to change into that another person in every aspect. Just keep this in mind, because it's very easy to envy this little thing here and that another little thing there - a job, a partner, a car, a body part - and feel shit all your life because of it. Even if it would be technically possible to truly change your body, would you do it? Would you take everything else, too, just because "sex doesn't sound as enjoyable now"? How much of it did you even had so far, honestly? (And as of now you can't even do it. You'll never be a healty, normal, fertile woman of (at least) average beauty, even with infinite money. Maybe next century, when we can build up whole new bodies, or something.) You sound like any other normal straight dude in a normal straight dude body. Watch lesbian porn, pick up some sport where you can meet women, chat up the cutest one, and try to make her laugh. And +1 for tomboys, because they are cute as hell 😍
  5. BabyDreams

    Favorite part of holding your pee?

    This is a really interesting question to me, because my attitude toward holding is a bit weird, and very similar to what I experience with tickling. You see, I love to be tickled. But the second someone starts tickling me, the only thing on my mind is how to stop it (covering up ticklish parts, begging, threatening, crying - roughly in this order). As soon as it stops, there is this brief moment of relief, when I can stop squirming and laughing - which is probably the best part. But I'm not sure, because right now I'm not being tickled, and let me tell you: I'd love to be 😊 And then as soon as it starts I hate it, I want it to end. Then it ends, that's very good for a bit, I can finally breathe normally again - but as this relief fades my first thought is that "But why did it stop? I want more tickles!" This is how I feel about holding, too. I love holding. But when I'm forced to hold (so partially due to some circumstance outside of my control) I can't stop thinking about when and where will I be able to pee next, how much of a moron I am for getting into this situation in the first place, and what can I do differently in the future to prevent this happening again, ever. (Hint: I won't do anything differently 😂) This is somewhat similar with self-initiated and self-maintained holdings too; I mainly keep up my spirits during them with thinking about how good the release will feel. Then I either make it to the goal or not, but the most enjoyed part of it is when I can finally relax, and let out that deep sigh and say to myself: "I'm so glad that I don't have to hold it anymore." But then of course I can't wait for the next holding, that I might start planning almost immediately after the last one. Humans and their minds, right? 🙃
  6. Very nice choice of clothes there 😘 Nice experience overall, I'm glad you have fun! Aaah, pee shivers are one of the best parts 😊 This is honestly my first time hearing about diaper extenders - is it a bigger PVC backing with tapes, and no filling? Is it the slightly pinkish part with the bow decoration on the pictures? And the carrot-flower-bunny-on-white is the baby diaper? Sorry for being a bit stupid - I have a problem visualizing it. But I'm very interested, because most of the cute diapers that I'd love to wear doesn't fit me either. Can you link where you got it? Also, I love the plushie shelf in the background; would cuddle the shit out of that penguin 😃
  7. BabyDreams

    How Do You Pee in the Shower?

    If I just have to pee while showering, then I just let it go while standing there - no big deal. It's just part of the baseline shower experience 🙂 Did my fair share of wettings standing in the bathtub, too. But if I'm feeling really naughty, then I plug in the drain, sit down that my butt is at the lowest point, and pee that way. There's just something about feeling the warmth and wetness slowly progress towards your knees as it tickles your thighs, and then possibly beyond, that makes it an unique experience. And sitting a bit in your own puddle afterwards is very nice, too. I'd recommend it particularly to people who like the smell of pee; I smell mine the most in these situations. And of course you can spice it up in various ways: you can do it naked or in your wetting clothes, you can do a hold or not, you have the option to masturbate before, or during, or after peeing (those are inclusive 'or's 🙄), you can include sex toys, or a pacifier if you're a baby, etc. Just one warning: please watch out, because there are a lot of household accidents that happen in the bathroom - and who wants to get rid of omo evidence before the flatmates get home with a broken leg? The cleanup is easy; I give the tub a light scrub afterwards. And if you have a heated bathtub, the pee doesn't get cold for quite some time 😁
  8. What I love about diapers is stuff like this (may or may not based on real life events 😅) : When I wake up on a weekend morning while it’s still a bit dark. It’s raining outside. I don’t have to go anywhere that day - could very well sleep in, but I woke up in the first place because I have an uncomfortable bulging bladder. Lucky me went to sleep in the thickest and most absorbent diapers that I had at home, and it’s still completly dry. So I can just switch to the most comfy pose, and let go. I'm listening to the sounds of rain as the warmth fills it up - no leaks, just a warm crotch and butt I have to push the last few little gushes out, and as I do that I get the pee shivers 🤤 (They are quite strong for me, and I love when it happens!) After finishing I hug my favourite plushie, wiggle around a little just to feel the wet diaper around me, and go back to sleep for another hour or two 💤 When I am playing video games all evening, and it’s so much fun that I forget that toilets even exist. Or pee. I fill up with it regardless, because of all the soft drinks consumed, and I start fidgeting in the seat without really noticing it. I am doing that for close to an hour now, and then either someone in voice chat makes me laugh so hard that I start leaking, or I get to a particularly hard and exciting part where I can manage this feat all by myself 😁 This makes me panic at first, obviously, but a few moments later I realize that it’s okay to have accidents now. I don’t even have to hold it at all, if I don’t want to. I managed to slow down the flow to a trickle by now, but I decide to stop holding it back. Pee gets flowing out again in full force, and it hisses into the ever-thickening diaper. I mute the mic quickly, so I can be sure that no one hears it over the comms. Change can wait until bedtime - and I have so much to play before that! But also smaller things like these: When I can feel it being thick aganist my butt as I sit in them (even before, but especially after wetting). When I can feel a normal poop "arriving", instead of clamping down I can just choose not to, and relax. Turns out that (at least for me) it just comes straight out most of the time without even consciously pushing. Probably really disgusting (I know that most probably aren't into 💩 , for good reason), but I like the release, like the sensation aganist my anus, like sitting down on it - and it's even more humiliating then peeing yourself 😊 I can just feel strangely safe and adorable in them - more so if they have cute patterns ❤️ 🎀 They go well with other cute clothes, too, like skirts and fluffy socks!
  9. This was way before widespread internet was a thing, but back in the day I was pretty sure I discovered masturbation 😂 I was doing some pee related things (among other weird things) way before that, just as a kid. So incorporating this "old" interest of mine into the new-found fun of masturbation; this was cutting edge as far as I was concerned 🤣 Then the internet happened, and I found all the other weirdos. It took some time to find other omo people, though - voluntarily peeing onto and into others seems to be much more... common? Or is it just more featured in porn?
  10. BabyDreams

    Unsatisfactory Indulgence

    Have you ever tried overstimulation? Just a quick rundown for what I mean: get a strong vibrator that can do patterns too - a constant level of vibration isn't doing it for some, but maybe you'll like that. Put it to your most sensitive place (typically on or close to the clit on women, just under the head of the penis for men). Ideally make it so that you don't have to hold it (use tape, string, rubber band, thight clothing, or combinations of these), and set it to a mode that you like. It might take a few tries, but if you can reliably cum with it, and you keep it on after one (or more) orgasms, you could trigger a wetting. Messing I'm not sure, but never tried specifically. I'm not sure how widely applicable or reliable the method is (please try it and report back?), but it works for me well.
  11. BabyDreams

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    Yeah 😊 That headpat right after this - when she's alarmed at first, but then realises that everything is okay now - is absolutely heart-melting. The only one cuter than this is maybe the one where she eats.
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    Source anime: The Rising of the Shield Hero Unedited screenshot from Episode 2, ~13:24 --- Anyway, little Raphtalia is so cute, I just want to protect her ❤️❤️❤️
  13. BabyDreams

    Wetting in the City Park

    Thank you 😊 It's nice to get some praise from such superstars of the site, as you.
  14. BabyDreams

    My Kink is not your Trademark

    Yeah, I read this in the site's news before - check that out for more info. It's nuts.
  15. A little bit of background: the majority of this story is stitched together from multiple real life experiences, that either happened to me, or I witnessed them. I originally wanted to post the relevant part to Wetting Experiences, but I think it wasn't good enough in that form. So I decided to put together all these different parts into a single story happening with a single person instead. I hope you people like it 😊 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I had to pee a bit already while I was still at work. I tried to go to the bathroom, but since it was a Friday the cleaning lady overlapped her work with ours - so she can go home enjoying her weekend sooner. Can’t blame her, but I’m extremely bladder shy. She already started doing the bathroom when I entered the corridor leading there; I saw her big blue mopping bucket partially blocking the toilet’s doorway. I’m not just bladder shy, but also normal shy, and a little awkward at times - naturally, I didn’t want to ask her to leave. And there was no way that I’m gonna do it while she’s in there! I just brushed it off and pretended that I was looking for someone in the nearby room. “I could go into a café on my way home or something.” - I thought. There were plenty of such opportunities on the way from work to my bus stop. I was wearing a nice blouse, a skirt, and stockings that came up to my waist under it, with (not very high) heeled shoes. You know, pretty typical office lady stuff. I finished whatever work I had left at that point, said goodbye to everyone still in the office, and left the building. I walked towards my stop on the right side of the street, while looking for a crossing to the left where all these bars, cafés, and small shops were. As I was looking around I’ve noticed my bus in the distance. This wasn’t a very busy line, so if I don’t catch it the next one is in something like 30 or 40 minutes. “There is no way that I’m missing that.” - I thought. “It’s only half an hour until I’m home. And I’m already late, so peeing can wait a bit more.” I was going to a small gathering of friends later, so I had to go home, have an early dinner, have a shower, get ready, then travel through the city again to meet my friends. It was a cramped evening, and I had no time to waste now. I picked up the pace, and arrived to the bus stop at the same time as the bus rolled in. I felt this roughly grapefruit sized thing gently pushing forward in me, as I jogged. But I was fine. To much of my annoyance traffic was so heavy on the road after we turned from the smaller street, that it was a constant crawl. Based on the number of stops covered after half an hour it would take about another hour to get home. And to add to my dismay the driver always pushed the brakes a little bit too hard, doing a lot of sudden stops. It felt like riding a race car or something. The sudden jerking motion that these stops introduced, sometimes several of them in a single minute, were somewhat annoying on their own. But considering their effect of it on my bladder they were seriously upsetting. Every time we stopped I had to hang on not to fall over, and clench muscles in my legs and abdomen. But I was kind of already occupied with clenching a very specific muscle to be honest, and every time I had to brace myself I could feel the extra effort that I needed to hold. And the desperation was growing and growing. After about half an hour of this sudden starting and stopping I had the idea to discreetly zip my skirt down a bit. It didn’t have an elastic band in its waist, but it was a perfect fit for me zipped all up. Normally. Now my bladder was bulging against it, making it uncomfortably tight and adding much to my misery. I had an idea - “I just pull the zipper down like half the way. It will stay on for sure, but will ease the pressure a bit.” Covering the area with my bag I lifted the zipper handle up to get the little peck out of the teeth, so it can be moved, then... it didn’t move at all when I pulled. I tried a little harder. No avail. I put my bag on my other shoulder after another brake-flooring, and checked it out. Just casually. You know, it’s not that I was threatened with a situation, that will make me the center of attention in an utterly humiliating manner 😅 I couldn’t see anything wrong with the zipper. Looked away like something interesting is happening over there, and tried pulling it again, but it still stayed up. “Great. It’s stuck.” I was really looking forward pulling down that zipper, and being robbed from that was annoying. I could swear that it made the pressure even worse. I felt the tears of frustration welling up in me, but I held back. At that point I would happily pee into the cleaning lady’s bucket given the chance, even while she watches. But that ship has sailed, hasn’t it? Instead of that here I was, stuck at a public place, with what felt like a small melon sized iron ball down there, nagging me every second. We were turning onto this smaller two-lane road that goes through a huge park. I knew the route like the back of my hand, since I was on it every day for a year now, and I was still too far away from home even at normal travel speed. “I had to find a place to pee RIGHT NOW.” - I decided. We had one stop coming up right at the edge of the park, and I knew that there is one in the middle, and all the rest are in the city again. The one coming up now is too open and possibly crowded, but the next one is usually less populated. “I’ll just pee behind a tree or in the bushes, or something.” There was even a public bathroom somewhere in that park that I used before, but I quickly put it out of my mind; tried not to think about toilets at that time. I might start peeing. Yeah, but this smaller road was full of cars as well, at least in my direction. It took something like another 15 minutes to get to my new destination in the middle of the park. I tried not to potty dance or very obviously push my thighs together, since the bus had quite a few people on it, but I did it a few times regardless. I honestly don’t know how I survived, but we finally arrived. I stepped off, the bus rang its bells and closed its doors, and went back to crawling in traffic. I looked around, noticed these very inviting bushes about a minute away. Finally I could see the light at the end of the tunnel! I walked along the road on the side walk for a bit - strangely the other side of the two way road had barely any traffic. I walked as fast as I could without pissing myself in the open. I suddenly heard water splashing - a street cleaner truck was coming the other way. “Of course you have to splash fucking water around right when I’m almost pissing myself!” - I was fuming inside 😡 But honestly I could only blame myself for this. Acting as casually as I could manage at that point, I went away from the road on this footpath and deeper into the park, towards the bushes. They were a little bit short and sparse to squat down, and there were people around, so I started looking for a denser patch nearby. That’s when I saw this somewhat elevated place a little farther away, with trees and big dense bushes. “Oh, that’s just perfect.” - I was breathing heavily and occasionally whimpering at this point. With one hand grabbing the side of my skirt nervously and my bag with the other, I marched on. “I’m never ever delaying peeing again. Ever!” - I vowed to myself. Probably not the first or the second time either 🤔 I was well outside of sight from the road, but had to cross this smaller one perpendicular to it. It had a wheelchair-compatible curb on one side, but where I was going there was no slope. Right as I stepped up onto this unusually high curb and lifted my other foot up I lost control. It started slow, just a trickle. But with each passing second I can feel the muscle getting looser and looser, despite me trying to clamp down on it. While this trickle gradually grow to a full-bore peeing, I started running. I also pulled up my skirt and held it in one hand, so at least it doesn't get wet. It wasn’t the first time that I peed myself in stockings by the way, so I kind of expected the stream to just pass through my panties and the nylon with minimal flood damages. But this time I happened to have a panty liner in, since I was close to those days. That little fighter soaked up pee for like two or three seconds early on. Good for small accidents, perhaps, but it ultimately blocked the path of the stream. So instead of just coming straight out, and maybe wetting one of my legs a bit, it started flooding my panties backwards, and flowing down both my legs. I ran into the bushes, and squat down behind the first tree. Tried to pull the zipper on my skirt much more aggressively now, but it looked like I caught some fabric with it when I pulled up, so I couldn't get it off even then. I tried pulling the stockings through it, so I can get it and my panties off, but it was too much for one hand. So I just ended up squatting there with my skirt in my hands, and listening to the sounds that the rest of my pee made, as it splattered onto the ground from my entirely wet butt. "Well, at least I don't have to pee any more." As I could feel my poor sphincter finally relax into normal position, I tried to fish some tissues and random napkins out of my bag, so I don't slowly flood my shoes with all the pee still in the fabric. This is when I heard a voice behind me. “Look Mommy, the lady peed herself!” - as I turned towards the voice I saw this little boy pointing at me with one hand, with his mum holding his other, going away from me deeper into the bushes. Most likely for the same reason I was there. I could feel the heat creeping into my face as I turned away and looked down 😓 “Yeah, this grown up baby managed to piss herself.” - I thought with a frown on my face. “Maybe I need someone, too, to grab my hand and take me to the toilet sometimes.” I wanted to call a taxi, but I couldn't sit down like this. I had to wait for the next bus, and hope that either my pee doesn't smell, or that the bus has someone even smellier. I don't know if anyone noticed me, because I was bright red from the second that I walked to the bus, and only looked out the window or down. And of course I was late for that night 😒