Maribel Melody
@maribelmelody.bsky.social
34 year old amorphous mixture of grown ass woman and baby ass toddler. | Wordsmith of no renown. | Hypnotist in training. | Diaper dependent.
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The warm snuggle of a plush friend, the inviting cling of drool to a pacifier rested face. These are treasures few will allow themselves to understand.
December 7, 2025 at 10:46 PM
The warm snuggle of a plush friend, the inviting cling of drool to a pacifier rested face. These are treasures few will allow themselves to understand.
The soft swelling of her diapers and the thick richness of her thighs.
December 5, 2025 at 4:40 PM
The soft swelling of her diapers and the thick richness of her thighs.
Imagine the photographic record of your regression. Reams upon reams of cake stained faces on first birthdays, family Christmas cards where the baby is only growing cuter and more infantile year by year, all easily accessible and handily offered to any and all guest of Mommy & Momma faces with pride
December 1, 2025 at 7:27 PM
Imagine the photographic record of your regression. Reams upon reams of cake stained faces on first birthdays, family Christmas cards where the baby is only growing cuter and more infantile year by year, all easily accessible and handily offered to any and all guest of Mommy & Momma faces with pride
A rumble in the tummy on the highway home. Makes me feel like I'm not alone. Full focus on driving leaves no focus on pushing. Until a grimace and slight whine gives way to smoshing.
And all is well.
And all is well.
November 30, 2025 at 12:02 AM
A rumble in the tummy on the highway home. Makes me feel like I'm not alone. Full focus on driving leaves no focus on pushing. Until a grimace and slight whine gives way to smoshing.
And all is well.
And all is well.
Sure some piss seeped out of my diaper went I got up to go change. But that's just how it is when awareness grows ever more slim and the hydration levels are high.
November 28, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Sure some piss seeped out of my diaper went I got up to go change. But that's just how it is when awareness grows ever more slim and the hydration levels are high.
Happy MST3k Turkey Day to all who celebrate the reason for the season.
November 27, 2025 at 3:31 PM
Happy MST3k Turkey Day to all who celebrate the reason for the season.
Name a better dream team than an incontinent cutie and her diapers.
November 26, 2025 at 12:36 AM
Name a better dream team than an incontinent cutie and her diapers.
Waking up in the morning and risking not changing out of the nighttime diaper until after breakfast. An endeavor riskier than the World Series of Poker.
November 25, 2025 at 7:17 PM
Waking up in the morning and risking not changing out of the nighttime diaper until after breakfast. An endeavor riskier than the World Series of Poker.
Mornings like this make me realize that a dry night is far, far away.
November 25, 2025 at 2:54 PM
Mornings like this make me realize that a dry night is far, far away.
Soaking your nighttime diaper during breakfast to the point of a leak without awareness. Sunup Deluge...
November 24, 2025 at 1:48 PM
Soaking your nighttime diaper during breakfast to the point of a leak without awareness. Sunup Deluge...
How easy it is to just go blank to stimuli.
What was once a cacophony of crinkles becomes silence to your ears.
What was once a waddle befitting a penguin or an uncoordinated toddler became your normal gait.
The throne in the washroom transitioning to occasional towel storage.
Never going back..
What was once a cacophony of crinkles becomes silence to your ears.
What was once a waddle befitting a penguin or an uncoordinated toddler became your normal gait.
The throne in the washroom transitioning to occasional towel storage.
Never going back..
November 23, 2025 at 7:20 PM
How easy it is to just go blank to stimuli.
What was once a cacophony of crinkles becomes silence to your ears.
What was once a waddle befitting a penguin or an uncoordinated toddler became your normal gait.
The throne in the washroom transitioning to occasional towel storage.
Never going back..
What was once a cacophony of crinkles becomes silence to your ears.
What was once a waddle befitting a penguin or an uncoordinated toddler became your normal gait.
The throne in the washroom transitioning to occasional towel storage.
Never going back..
A strange game. The only winning move is to change and play again.
November 22, 2025 at 11:54 PM
A strange game. The only winning move is to change and play again.
When I use the Magic Wand on my diapers? I am standing on the shoulders of giants, of the women who came before me to ensure that my increasingly infantile existence meets unfathomable sexual pleasure.
November 22, 2025 at 4:39 PM
When I use the Magic Wand on my diapers? I am standing on the shoulders of giants, of the women who came before me to ensure that my increasingly infantile existence meets unfathomable sexual pleasure.
Bedwetting so bad that you are doomed to complete multiple loads of laundry after waking up. Bedwetting so good that you are delighted to wand to the fact that you have to complete multiple loads of laundry after waking up and taking a bath ASAP.
November 22, 2025 at 4:24 PM
Bedwetting so bad that you are doomed to complete multiple loads of laundry after waking up. Bedwetting so good that you are delighted to wand to the fact that you have to complete multiple loads of laundry after waking up and taking a bath ASAP.
Felt it was time to throw my hat in the ring and attempt to defeat Exa myself. Based on my first result it looks like I'll have to challenge again.
November 19, 2025 at 12:40 PM
Felt it was time to throw my hat in the ring and attempt to defeat Exa myself. Based on my first result it looks like I'll have to challenge again.
Dealing with syntax errors for a good thirty-forty minutes made me glad that I set my imaginary deadline for the visual novel project I'm working on to next year's Halloween.
November 18, 2025 at 5:53 PM
Dealing with syntax errors for a good thirty-forty minutes made me glad that I set my imaginary deadline for the visual novel project I'm working on to next year's Halloween.
I had to wash my blanket this morning because it was slightly damp with the unmistakable scent of aged piss. What a nostalgic smell, you know? It's almost pleasant when it ages a tad and lacks the acridness of a more vintage variety.
Giving off notes of adolescence and vanilla before the wash cycle.
Giving off notes of adolescence and vanilla before the wash cycle.
November 17, 2025 at 9:48 PM
I had to wash my blanket this morning because it was slightly damp with the unmistakable scent of aged piss. What a nostalgic smell, you know? It's almost pleasant when it ages a tad and lacks the acridness of a more vintage variety.
Giving off notes of adolescence and vanilla before the wash cycle.
Giving off notes of adolescence and vanilla before the wash cycle.
The best part about wearing diapers? It's wearing diapers.
The worst part about wearing diapers? Diaper disposal day.
The worst part about wearing diapers? Diaper disposal day.
November 15, 2025 at 6:16 PM
The best part about wearing diapers? It's wearing diapers.
The worst part about wearing diapers? Diaper disposal day.
The worst part about wearing diapers? Diaper disposal day.
You know the baby vaseline and lotion maybe aren't the most mature solutions for lubrication during masturbation. But they could be waved away with "any port in a storm" or some other excuse. It's the thinking about playing peak-a-boo during climax that really is key to the infantile nature at play.
November 15, 2025 at 12:16 AM
You know the baby vaseline and lotion maybe aren't the most mature solutions for lubrication during masturbation. But they could be waved away with "any port in a storm" or some other excuse. It's the thinking about playing peak-a-boo during climax that really is key to the infantile nature at play.
Inside of me are two wolves. One is saying "arrrrgh I gotta spend money to buy diapers" and the other is saying "yay I get to spend money to buy diapers". Either way, I have to buy diapers today.
November 14, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Inside of me are two wolves. One is saying "arrrrgh I gotta spend money to buy diapers" and the other is saying "yay I get to spend money to buy diapers". Either way, I have to buy diapers today.
"Why does this bad ending not work in Ren'py?"
Hmmm, I wonder if moving the bad ending to before the continued gameplay will fix it.
"*works without issue*"
We're going to have a fun time, you and I.
Hmmm, I wonder if moving the bad ending to before the continued gameplay will fix it.
"*works without issue*"
We're going to have a fun time, you and I.
November 13, 2025 at 5:39 PM
"Why does this bad ending not work in Ren'py?"
Hmmm, I wonder if moving the bad ending to before the continued gameplay will fix it.
"*works without issue*"
We're going to have a fun time, you and I.
Hmmm, I wonder if moving the bad ending to before the continued gameplay will fix it.
"*works without issue*"
We're going to have a fun time, you and I.
Making a sound novel naturally means you gotta take a picture of one of your babypants and make it look all stylish, right?
November 12, 2025 at 11:37 PM
Making a sound novel naturally means you gotta take a picture of one of your babypants and make it look all stylish, right?
I recently traveled to see some concerts and what I walked away with was a deeper appreciation for percussion in composing/producing music. It's not that I've avoided it before but its possibilities feel everso greater than before.
November 12, 2025 at 6:51 PM
I recently traveled to see some concerts and what I walked away with was a deeper appreciation for percussion in composing/producing music. It's not that I've avoided it before but its possibilities feel everso greater than before.
The warmth of the heater mixing with the cooler piss as it enters my diaper is one of the delights of the colder months of the year.
November 11, 2025 at 8:28 PM
The warmth of the heater mixing with the cooler piss as it enters my diaper is one of the delights of the colder months of the year.
To be a sick little, to be dependent on a defining feature, means having to brave the cold and the phlegm overwhelming your throat for a Costco run.
November 9, 2025 at 9:42 PM
To be a sick little, to be dependent on a defining feature, means having to brave the cold and the phlegm overwhelming your throat for a Costco run.