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⚠️ ABDL (ace!)/diaper/agere account!! ⚠️

plural system (subset) | they/she 🏳️‍⚧️️ ΘΔ&∞ | age 20–25 (Gen Z) | 🥚🐛cohost.org veteran🥚🐛

🔥️🔥️🔥️ THIS SYSTEM WEARS DIAPERS 🔥️🔥️🔥️

We are the littles, middles and caregivers of the weirdzoning.org plural system!
💚 we still haven't adapted our cohost works onto our website yet, or indeed onto here either (if we can?), but we plan to at least archive every abdl/agere piece of writing we've made onto squishies.weirdzoning.org

might tease them over here too! it's just that they're very Long, hard to thread lol
June 4, 2025 at 4:56 AM
💚 like i'm glad we took the time off from social media! i'm also kinda glad we didn't hard-commit to any particular platform!

ooh and having our own website is EXTREMELY flexible and freeing, like we have an archive of our works just, There, ready to go
June 4, 2025 at 4:56 AM
💖 woa!! funny u say that, we just found your account on here!!! no idea if u rember us but hai :'3
June 4, 2025 at 4:29 AM
💖 ohhh god we typo'd the year in the story URL ;W; good thing we can just plop in a lil redirect so the link still works =w=;;;;
June 2, 2025 at 1:35 AM
You lay down on your backpack like it's a pillow, cozy in your little thoughts, your adult clothes acting like blankets to get snug in, ready for a relaxing, snuggly weekend with your found family.

With a deep breath, you know you'll be okay. <3
🧵(23/23)
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
It'll only be minutes until they'll come pick you up, cradle you in their arms, and gently drive you home to care for you, giving you everything you could ever need.
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
"Ohhh, okay, alright honey, everything's gonna be okay, alright sweetheart? I'll come getcha."

"okie..."

"Hang tight, little one.~ I'll be there soon. Love you!"

"I-I love you too,! Thank youu!"

Your neo-parent giggles sweetly as they hang up the call.
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
"Hello?" Thank goodness! It's them!!

You stammer out, "u-um.. help..!"

They can just tell from your voice. "Oh- Oh no, are you somewhere safe, sweetie??"

"Mhm... The bathroom from last time,," You try to stifle a sniffle, but you can't.
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
You drag yourself on the floor closer to your backpack, reach in, and grab your phone out of it. You tappy tap away on that anxiety rectangle with your tiny paws, navigating over to contacts, and hope desperately that they can pick up... C'monnn, pick up, pick uupp...!!
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
You get the sense that your caregiver would be so proud of you for getting safe if they were with you right now. ...Oh right! Your partner, who you lovingly rely on for help and comfort! You need them to come pick you up.
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
Click! You managed to lock the door. Your tired body sways softly, and you limply fall back down to the hard floor. Ouch... Your body needs all the energy it can get for the shift, and there's barely anything left for.. big-person thoughts..,,
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
Your trembling little body continues to shift, as you can feel your developing tail poking your *very* loose clothes that are barely hanging on you. Your head is itchy with the ears and snout growing in, all of your skin is changing, but you can't focus on any of that now! Just a bit closer, and...!
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
"Is there a kid crying in there..?" you hear from somewhere outside the door. You gasp and cover your mouth with your paws. Oh no, someone might decide to come in here..! You have to think quickly! You writhe out from under your backpack and step onto it to reach up towards the door lock...
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
You break down sobbing with a much smaller voice than you had just minutes ago. Held under the weight of your backpack and, really, your responsibilities, you're just too overwhelmed to handle it. It's so, so much....
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
The weight of your now-disproportionately-sized backpack shoves you to the ground with its momentum as soon as you whip yourself inside. You think about having to lock the door behind you, having to reach out for help, preparing your excuses, your route, and it's all hitting you at once and—
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
You push your body to its limit to close the distance to the door fast enough, and finally, you reach up and grab a hold of the handle with your—paws. The skin on your "hands" already shifted, your small paws barely resembling a human's anymore. You pull down on the handle, and zip inside.
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
*Ignore them, ignore them,* you repeat to yourself in your head, as everything around you is already starting to look taller and bigger and farther away... You can only move so fast with your short, weak, increasingly shorter legs.
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
You let out a yelp and trip over a short distance onto your knees, with shivers and goosebumps cascading across your whole body. You can sense eyes on you from the nearby chairs and tables of people eating lunch. You force yourself up onto your feet, and scamper ahead, tears welling up in your eyes.
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
At the far end of this hallway, you see the bathroom. Single-stall, full-room, vacant. Tantalizingly close, yet so far. There's a glimmer of hope that things will be alright, that you'll make it there in time and keep this from becoming a huge mess.

...Except your body lets go.
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
Hallways, posters, and people all whiz by as you're running as fast (and safely?) as you possibly can. You know you should be focusing on your breathing and taking deep breaths, but all you can think about is getting safe. It doesn't matter if panicking loses a bit of time, right? Go, go, go!
June 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM