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Minty Winters

@pampergen.bsky.social

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Welcome! • ABDL and NSFW content • 25 • He/She/They • 18+ only • Minty • Protogen • BLM and Trans Lives Matter 💙 my kitty @Bluelynxpaws.bsky.social 🩷 my puptoy @Djonesie02.bsky.social HRT: 9/30/25

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · Oct 30

Hey y’all I’m Minty!

Welcome to my space where I’ll be exploring Kink, Pup, Babyfur, and Caretaker content!

I look forward to interacting with y’all <3

This profile is 18+ only, please have age in bio, minors will be blocked

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Littlest Bignose @ hoem| COMMZ CLOZED @itchynet.bsky.social · 22h

Verry pleazed with this.

Would you do HRT with him ?

Littlest Bignose @ hoem| COMMZ CLOZED @itchynet.bsky.social · 23h

✨🌟

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Hex! ☆ @babyfur.bsky.social · 1d

Trying to teach my babyfur the alphabet but all she knows is E and K 😭

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 1d

Can’t stop thinking about a scenario where my puppygirl is teething so I offer my neck for her to nibble on. Ending up covered in bite marks and hickeys 😵‍💫

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 2d

Can’t resist… dangling… toys 😵‍💫

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PoofyPuppy🏳️‍⚧️(Open Comms) @law-azure.bsky.social · 2d

Colors for @pampergen.bsky.social falling for some jingly keys~

protogen fur on their hands and knees reaching out for floating cursed hypnotizing glowing toy jingle keys, blorting their diapers as well
#abdl #abdlart #messydiaper #diaperart #diaper #hypnosis

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Assdog69: 42 CUPS VANILLA EXTRACT @assdog69.bsky.social · 3d

mech girls make do, both on and off their shifts~

Comm for @zhayde.bsky.social 🤍
(good diaper bunny!)

#diaperfur
#wetdiaper
#messydiaper

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 3d

It’s funny that friends I talk to regularly have started going “Awawa”

Though now I catch myself going “Bweh” and “bleat” from the deer furries around me 😅

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Jeffy @jeffyfox.bsky.social · 6d

playpen made of these

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KOJAMF🤘🖤🤘 @kojamf.bsky.social · 6d

Dr. Jane Goodall filmed an interview with Netflix in March 2025 that she understood would only be released after her death.

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 6d

Awruff! Happy Birthday Soma!

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Cashew @mintcashew.bsky.social · 8d

Bathtime! 🫧🛁

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Puddle @puddlepamps.bsky.social · 10d

Puddle's Locktober Rules

The Practical:
-Diapers, duh.
-Change diaper every 8 hours.
-Drink 500ml every 2 hours.
-Fiber every day.
-Cage when possible. Prioritize comfort over duration of wear so owies don't prevent wear altogether.
-No rough rubs. Only plushy/bed humps and gentle diaper squishes.

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 11d

Dog bless our letter board

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 11d

Wow! Today marks two whole weeks having worn diapers everyday!

I’m starting to get used to my daily diaper enforcement.

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Snazzy the Dragon 🧷🖤🩶🤍💜 @snazithus.bsky.social · 12d

Self-messing diapercritters are extremely top-tier

Like it's so indulgent and that's what I want. I want to love diapers so much that I'm MADE of diapers and also my diaper-self is constantly extremely full because my form can handle that extreme amount of messing

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 13d

Noita gamer >:3

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Fox 🔜 BLFC2025 @foxcouncil.com · Aug 9

Reskeet if your account is a safe space for puppies, or you're a pup yourself and in that case; good puppy! *pit pat pot*

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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social · 16d

New zine: “Look Into My Eyes One Last Time”

A final love letter to the self I shed
A prayer for the creature. Becoming
A reckoning, a surrender. Homecoming

This is my deepest wish laid bare—needle, fur, breath, & mercy. Being held with a care I never found.

#AnimalHRT #Therianthropy #ShortStory

[Art on Page] A detailed graphite drawing of a wolf’s eyes. One, the left is more formed than the right — indicating a near but not complete transition. The fur around them is dense and wispy, rendered in fine pencil lines that suggest softness and depth. The eyes are highly realistic and expressive, staring directly outward with intense, soulful focus. They seem alert but ancient—wide with instinct, watching as if waiting for something to begin. The drawing fades at the edges into blank white space, giving the eyes a floating, disembodied presence.

Look into my eyes one last time

Look into my eyes. Hold them close until you can see the last scrap of me — the part that counts thoughts in lists, that weighs choices against rules, that folds shame into tidy, human-shaped pockets. Watch it loosen. Watch the corners of doubt unhook themselves like small animals from a net and dart away. There is no melodrama here, no violent yanking; it slips. The human mind peels like old bark, and underneath, the thing that always was settles warm and terrible and simple.
They give me the last injection in a room that smells faintly of cedar and lemon. No needles, no cold clinical lecture — only the careful hands of doctors, veterinarians and nurses who know which bones to cradle and which stories to leave untold. I breathe. I lost the ability to count days back. I let the bracing liquid be a gate, not an instruction manual. I do not want to name it; names are the thin net that caught me for years.
The burn is a rumour. It goes through me sideways — a quiet rearrangement, like a convent bell that signals not death but a calling. My limbs answer first. They stop thinking of movement and begin to remember it: how to fold, to coil, to push.

Tendons unlearn the polite phrasing of two-legged steps and curve toward the old, fourfold geometry of running. My hands tighten and flatten; the knuckles find a new logic. Fur prickles along my forearms as if a thousand small moths take flight together and settle again. Each hair is a note in a chord I’ve felt… no… known in my bones since childhood.
Look again. See how the pupils widen, how the whites retreat like a shy moon. My last maps of metaphor — the maps that turned hunger into lists and longing into projects — dissolve. Where there had been a ledger of self, there is now only the immediate ledger of scent and sound and the earth’s exact tilt beneath my weight. I do not mourn the maps. I never used them as well as the human world predicted and as I pretended.
Sound changes. Those little, trivial noises of the room condense into a chorus: the slow tick of breath in the person beside me, the whisper of fabric, the distant wet confluence of gutters. And underneath that: a low, patient life-frequency — root and soil and river. It is not music so much as an acknowledgment. I find I can hear the insect conversation inside the walls, the sap walking up the birch, the small, stupid heartbeat of a mouse two blocks away. There is an intimacy to it that is almost rude.
Breath becomes work and worship at once. My ribcage narrows, then widens in ways I know but cannot name. Milk memories — a thing to shame into silence when human — rise like a tide: the cadence of suckling, the doctrinal simplicity of being called to feed and to protect. A swelling around my belly that is not fat but purpose.
I think of my children who never were, of the packs I have loved in mute pieces. The notion of motherhood is larger than gender; it is a compass with teeth. My children! You are my children and you are my all!

My jaw shifts. I feel the slow, inevitable rearrangement — a socket loosens, a hinge finds its voice. A tooth erupts where an organised thought had lived. The smell of iron, rain-damp soil, and sleeping bodies that have waited for me — flooding my mouth like saliva.
Tears come and I do not know if they are human or creature; they taste of salt and release. There is a tenderness in my own trembling that I have never allowed before.
Outside the window, someone whose scent I knew laughs and it sounds to me like a distant bell. The handlers murmur: careful, gentle, let her and her pack decide. My mouth forms the shape and bark of guttural assent I could not voice when I was wholly human. Somewhere a crate opens as if the world is taking a breath with me.
They will test me further, yes. They will see whether my newness walks toward the wild or clings to the small, safe hands of fosterers who will teach me boundaries, how to pass in a world of paved things. I do not fear them. I am no longer wrapped in that ledger — of consent, of cost, of consequence. I am wrapped in appetite and mercy. The choice, if there is one, feels less like an argument and more like a direction: toward den or home, toward the kill lovingly taken or the bowl lovingly given.
Look once more. There is no human drama in my eyes now — only depth, like a riverbed where stones remember every footstep. The last scrap of thought, the tiny librarian of my life who loved lists, things and order, exhales and steps back through the doorway we are leaving open. I feel it go, and where it is gone there is fullness, a pulse that answers the creature’s call without translation.
This is not a loss. It is not my obliteration. It is the solving of a long, clenched equation. I am not lessened. I am finally the shape I have been learning.
Look into my eyes, one last time.
I am awakening.

— Shimi & Critter
@shimi.bsky.social

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 15d

The mech pilot is augmented in a way where they are so dependent on the mech to perform any function that when outside of it are solely dependent upon the care of their handler to function in any capacity 🥴

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 15d

When you ask a protogen what kind of music they listen to they should respond MBR

Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 15d

Yo Lightning it was a pleasure getting to meet in person! Also, the furring on your suit is gorgeous :3

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Salem Bunny 🐰💜🔞 @frillybunny.bsky.social · 15d

I’d like everyone to meet my new bunny sona, Salem!
I’ve wanted to embrace this name & identity ever since I started transitioning back in January and I’m so happy she’s finally here 💜
(Art by the always incredible @wenbunbun.bsky.social thank you so much! 💖💖💖)

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 15d

and you helped to foster that care.

Take the time and space you need to grieve.

Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 15d

I’m sorry to hear about the passing of your childhood friend and Bassett.

It’s tough to deal with the end of life of a family pet that you’ve grown to know and form a close relationship with.

If it’s any condolence, having a close relationship with a pet means they led a fulfilled life…

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Minty Winters @pampergen.bsky.social · 15d

Happy Birthday Teddy!!!