SlowSundial
@slowsundial.bsky.social
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I point north and tell the time. I sometimes write stories about big boys being babies. 27 | AUS | he/him | ABDL | NSFW 18+ only Shit-posting and self-promoting 24/7 😩👌🔥💦🍼
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Some wonderful art of me changing my little dino boy @littleaussiedprboy.bsky.social. Poor little guy needs daddy's help sometimes 🥰💕

With many thanks to @artsyabdl.bsky.social for running a free art contest and being generous with their time. Go support their work!
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This scene is going to be in my head for weeks... 😵‍💫
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Men only want one thing and it’s freaking disgusting…. Kerchow 🚗

‘Chill’
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Having trouble beating Exabyte on your Pixel Pals? Ask your daddy about Two Player Mode. That should help 😊
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4d6 drop the lowest has been RAW for decades now so you're not really house ruling it.
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Rolling is fun, but fairness is also fun. IMO, the best compromise is:

Everyone rolls a full array with RAW rules (4d6 drop lowest).

Any player can choose any of those arrays for their starting stats.
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Doing a new thing I'm calling Go To Work Wednesday.

Every Wednesday I will go to work, look at spreadsheet and they will pay me money.

No interaction is required on your part and no nappies are involved. Go To Work Wednesday is not fun.
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Climb up the furniture looking for shinys in hard to reach places and then eventually get stuck behind the fridge.
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~

You looked back at your roommate, trying to hide your growing blush. “I dunno what to tell you… We just chilled…”

“Yeah right,” he scoffed, but let you go, not following with any more questions.

You scampered off back to your room, hoping the soft crinkle beneath your pants wasn’t too obvious 🌞
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Your body spasmed, moaning into your kiss as you came, spurt after spurt soaking into your soft padding. Your date soon followed, eyes rolling back as he panted your name.
When he was spent, he collapsed on top of you in a sweaty heap, breathing softly. You could feel his heartbeat through his chest
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Pressed between you it whirred to life. You let out a gasp and he let out a chuckle, returning to his heady rhythm. Your arms wrapped around each other, holding on for dear life as the couch creaked beneath you.

You were so close. He was so warm. You were gonna… you were gonna…
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You pulled him close. Your lips locked. Tongues exploring each other’s mouth. Gently at first, then harder, more hungrily. You let him control the pace, guiding your bodies into a sensual rhythm.

At some point he paused, his hand reaching below the couch. Then a wand appeared.
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It started with touching. Gentle caresses of his torso, his hand feeling between your thighs. Taking each other’s shirts off had been a blur. They were quickly tossed aside, unneeded and unwanted.

Soon you were on top of each other, plastic crinkling as you grinded into each other needily.
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You remembered how he moaned as you rubbed in the powder, how his hips squirmed as you encased his privates in the thick, fluffy padding. He repaid the favour for you, of course. It was the softest thing you’d ever worn.
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He had looked cute in the pics. He looked even cuter when you pushed him down and diapered him right there on his couch.

Your mind flashed back, remembering how your breath hitched as you pulled his underwear down, his dick already enticingly hard, leaking pre.
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“Sooooo, how’d it go? You two get up to anything fun?”

You shrugged innocently. “I dunno… we just… hung out. Chilled…”

Your roommate rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t born yesterday you know. C’mon, tell me about it. Give me the deets! He looked cute in the pics.”
courtjestarart.bsky.social
Chillin’ Like A Villain~ 🧊

This week’s prompt is:

‘Chill’!

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Yes, yes very sure 😇

Only a baby wouldn't be able to tell if they were soggy or not
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Oh my goodness... 🫠

Willing to bet the little one didn't catch a single frame of the movie after this moment. More important things to focus on ☺️
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Proud of myself for staying dry last night 🥰💖
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“You could’ve told me you dad was strict like that,” you sulked, pouting at your friend through your crib bars.

Matty was silent for a moment.

“You could’ve just not been naughty…” he mumbled.

You sighed, your bottom throbbing gently. You knew he was right.
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Matty too was laid in his bed, tucked in snugly. He, at least, was allowed to get up in the night to go potty. With Papa’s help, of course.

Papa left the room and turned out the lights. Matty sucked his dummy. The night-light cast a starry pattern above you, spinning slowly as it played a lullaby.
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“You’re going to stay in here until I come and get you in the morning. You will not try to climb out of your crib. Only naughty boys do that. And you know what happens to naughty boys, don’t you?”

“Yes Papa,” you mumbled softly.

“Good boy,” your Papa affirmed.
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Matty’s dad led you both to the bedroom. Matty by hand, you, on his hip.

“Matty, you’re in the toddler bed. The baby gets the crib.”

You whimpered softly as the bars raised around you. Your footed sleeper made your hands and feet feel helpless. Your nappy made you feel like a 2-year-old.
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“Matty here wears pull-ups while he’s home. It reminds him of his place and how he’s expected to behave while under my roof.”

“You, on the other hand…”

He grabbed a set of clothes from the ground, clothes that looked babyish, even by Matty’s toddler standard.

“Need to be sent back further.”

***
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Taut against the man's waist was a crisp white pull-up, Paw Patrol designs matched to his PJs. His dad groped the front of them, feeling for wetness.

“Still dry? Good boy” he rumbled, punctuating his praise with a pat on the butt. You wished the pats you'd received had been anywhere near that soft.