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Magic tapes are the greatest thing since sliced bread, prove me wrong

Does this make my butt look big❓

Quick break from work to do a diapey check. Think I’m good for a while yet

Felt cute

Fresh Diaper time! Nothing makes me happier than the feeling right after being taped up in a fresh thick diapee ❤️

Stay dry friends

Anyone else love Bluey?

This story goes out to @foxfire-midori

Once, long ago and in the land of the Stuffie Kingdom, there lived a wonderful princess. Yes, of course, she was lovely…and yes, of course, she was cute as a button (or at least a very CUTE button!) but that was not the core of what made her such a wonderful princess.

The princess was special because she truly and deeply cared for each of her stuffies and friends. They all had names, and places to sit when she was out, and they snuggled and played with her and her the King . They lived happily, and frolicked, and generally had a great deal of fun. 

However, no story would be complete without adventure, and one found its way into the stuffie kingdom when one evening, as each of the stuffies lined up for their goodnight kisses and cuddles with the princess…she was late. 

Lateness, though common amongst many little princes and princesses, was not the way that the lovely Princess Midori ran her kingdom! She might not like bedtime, especially if the King wasn’t around to help her get all comfy and cozy for sleep, but she tried her very best to keep to a schedule, so when she was late, the members of the kingdom got together and started to chat and ask where she might have gone. 

There were LOTS of people in the kingdom. The fox, Roxy (everyone called her Foxy Roxy, since she was pretty as could be!), Blümchen the (sometimes stinky but still very) snuggly Skunk, Pinky the Fennec Fox with ears so big he could hear anyone, anywhere, and many many more!

As they chatted, each of the stuffies had their own questions and ideas. Magic, the Princess’ best friend, was a great and powerful Unicorn. She was pink and bright and strong, and when she raised her voice, all the other stuffies quieted, and let her speak. She instructed, “Whatever has happened to our princess, it is our duty to help find out and save her from any danger or unhappiness! Who among you knows, for certain, what has happened?”

“Not I!” squeaked Plinfa the Penguin, as Plinfa’s flapping wings clapped against her sides in dismay!“

"Nor I!” added Mr. Fluffies, the cuddliest of all the Poros who was visiting from the far off land of Runeterra.

“I don’t know, but I could fly around and check!” offered Poldi, the selfless and brave little dragon. 

On and on it went until a voice rang out among the crowd, offering an idea. It was, in the end, Lumi, the stuffed star who knew what to do! Lumi exclaimed, “I am a star, and can rise high into the night sky. Poldi the dragon might fly, but I can see further, and I can know more of what is occurring. But be warned…when a star flies into the sky, it can be hard for us to get back down! I can fly up in a shooting star, quick and easy, but who among you could help me down? Or more importantly, who could hear what I have to say in time to help the princess? If I don’t get help coming down, it could be days before I reach you, and who knows what might happen in that time!”

Poldi’s voice piped up, “I can help you down, little star. If you make it from the heavens back into the kingdom’s sky, I can carry you the rest of the way! And as a dragon, I won’t be harmed by your brightness and starry burning! But I cannot promise to be fast enough to get you home quickly!”

Then Brain, who was an outsider to the realm (who hailed from the land of the Pokemon, an entirely different type of creature) had a bright idea. This made lots of sense, since Brain was very smart, and aptly named. 

“Alright! I have a plan!” yelled Brain over the crown in its high pitched, but piercing tone. “Lumi, you may go to the heavens and watch out for where the princess is! Then Poldi, the dragon, may fly up and carry you to safety to get home. But to make sure we know what it is you see, Pinky the fox with his big ears and bigger heart will stand on top of the highest hills and call down what he hears from you. Then the REST of us will have to work together to make a plan!”
When no one disagreed, and Magic the Unicorn arranged them all in an orderly fashion, the Stuffie Kingdom took action. 

* * *

The plan went off without a hitch. Far above, Lumi saw what had happened to the princess: She was too grumpy and tired to make it home, and was captured by the mean monsters known as “Sir Sadness” and “Miss Misery”, a horrible pair of trolls that liked to catch and prey on pretty princesses and adorable little princes. And he called down what he’d seen, and where to go to Pinky the Fox, whose giant ears and fast legs let him carry the message to the other stuffies. And then Poldi the Dragon carried Lumi back down from the heavens, ever so gently  and slowly to make sure he didn’t go too fast and turn Lumi into a shooting star accidentally!

That left the rest of the kingdom to find out how to save the princess, and it was a very difficult task…you see, Pinky the Fennec Fox had heard from Lumi the Star that there were many dangers between the kingdom and where the princess was being held. It was over a tall, cold mountain covered in snow, and down through a long ravine, flooded with water and ice, and ending with the trolls themselves. 

Brain’s great mind, and Magic’s wonderful leadership prevailed, though, and they made a plan. 

“OK, fellow Stuffies, we’ve got an idea!” yelled out Magic the Unicorn. “We need a special team to go save the princess. Pinky has run so fast and so long from where he heard Lumi that he’s too tired. Lumi and Poldi are still flying, and won’t be home in time to help! Brain is needed here, to strategize, and that means that the best chance we have is to send out a few strong, brave heroes to work together to save our princess! Who volunteers?”

In the end, every single stuffie raised his or her hands (or flippers, or paws, as the case might have been) to go on the journey, but only Magic the Unicorn, Blümchen the skunk, Mr. Fluffies the poro, and and little Plinfa the Penguin were selected. And so they set out on their great adventure!

The first trouble the came to was the massive mountain, icy cold and hard to climb. Here, Mr. Fluffies prevailed. As a poro, he was fluffy and warm and kept his friends comfy as they traveled. He pushed his fur out and protected them from ice and snow and wind! And as they reached the top, he was glad Brain had been smart enough to select him to accompany the heroes on their journey!
Next came the way down the mountain, through a massive ravine. When the stuffies started to argue over the best way to climb down when it was so steep and slippery, not to mention cold, Plinfa giggled and told them to get on! They rode Plinfa like a sled down the long ravine as she slid down on her belly, as penguins are naturally good at doing. Then, Plinfa too understood why the wise Brain had included her in the journey. But when they came to the end of the long trek, up over mountains, down ravines, and through a long forest…it was the most dangerous moment of all. The terrible monsters Sir Sadness and Miss Misery were waiting, and ready to fight! 

The powerful and beautiful Magic the Unicorn stood forth, and told her stuffie friends to stand back! “I will handle these brutes,” she proudly cried out, “and save the princess!” She was ready to charge in when the quiet, but still noticeable voice of Blümchen  the skunk chimed in. 

“If I may?” asked Blümchen. “I think, Magic, that you are the only one strong enough to carry us all home…with the princess on your back, and the rest of us in a sled or something behind, we can make it in time for kisses and snuggles and sleep…but not if you get hurt fighting these monsters!”

Magic considered this point, and nodded her head. “Well then, little skunk-ling, what do you suggest?”

Blümchen stood proud, though small, and raised the stinkiest tail around and said, “Everyone knows monsters have strong noses…if you all go upwind, and I am careful not to spray anywhere near the princess, maybe I can use my own gifts like you all have, and scare the monsters off!”

Well, this plan was dangerous…and poor little Blümchen  was too small for them to think it was wise, but nonetheless they agreed. Brain, after all, would only have included Blümchen  in their group if there was a great and wise reason to do so. 

And so, approaching the mean monsters with their weapons and grumpy faces, and nasty big noses, Blümchen stood proud. “Hey you!” yelled Blümchen in a squeaky little tone. “That’s OUR princess!” and quickly turned tail, and sprayed the monsters with stink. 

The monsters cried out and yelled and clutched their mouths and noses. “It STINKS!” screamed Sir Sadness. “I CAN ALMOST TASTE IT!” wept Miss Misery. And so, defeated, they ran off, leaving the princess alone, and ready to be rescued. 

It was mere moments before Magic and friends approached, carefully breathing through their mouths to avoid any lingering stench, and untied the princess. Without another word, the princess kissed each on the forehead, to thank them, and then jumped onto Magic’s back. The other stuffies, as is their way, seemed much smaller now that the princess was around, and were all able to cuddle close to her on Magic’s back, as Magic rode off into the night!

They moved so fast that far above, as Poldi and Lumi drifted back to earth, they looked like a single bright line of light! They rode so fast they ignored the slippery slopes of the ravine as the charged back up the mountain. They rode SO fast that the heat of their movement was enough to offset the chill of the mountain. And just barely making it home in time, the princess dismounted, home and safe, and ready to give each of her stuffies a kiss goodnight.

And THAT, friends, is the story of how the Stuffie Kingdom came together, used their special gifts, and won back their princess in time for her King to kiss her, tuck her in, and let her sleep and dream many pleasant dreams.
Thanks for reading!
-Sciencescribbler.

TO DO!

• Jump on mommy/daddy until they wake up and give us attention and get us breakfast. 
  
• Be really sleepy and adorable all morning. Or, if this is too hard, be hyper and crazy. THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN!!!!!!
• Pretend we don’t want to eat breakfast, but we’re just being fussy because it’s fun to be silly on the weekend. And when you get fussy, caregivers tend to get all serious and that reminds us we’re cared for and watched over, so it’s actually kinda nice….
• PRETEND WE DON’T EVER ACT FUSSY FOR ATTENTION BECAUSE THAT’S A SECRET ONLY LITTLEs ARE SUPPOSED TO KNOW!
• Lose stuffed animal (Emergency!!!)
• Find the same stuffed animal. (Emergency Cleared!)
• Lecture the stuffed animal on not getting lost like that. 
• Be REALLY FRIGGIN’ CUTE some more.
• Have (hopefully tiny) internal crisis about whether or not it’s ok to be little.
• Get over it because being little is awesome. 
• Lose stuffed animal again. 
• Suddenly realize we are desperately deprived of cuddles….and need to find mommy/daddy THIS INSTANT.
• Interrupt caregiver while they do something genuinely productive.
• Realize we never found the stuffie the second time. 
• Throw tantrum or get extra scared until caregiver helps find stuffie. 
• Find stuffie again.
• Cuddle the ever loving HECK out of both the stuffie and the caregiver. 
• Realize it’s still early on the weekend. 
• Repeat the list above as needed. 

And MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL?

• BE ADORABLE.
  
  
• BE LITTLE.
  
  
• BE AWESOME.
  

1) What if I fail them?

It’s a constant thing. It’s a fear of not being enough, not caring enough, not showing enough…it’s a fear of failing not just as a significant other, but as more than that; Failing as a mommy or daddy and leaving your little adrift and afraid.

2) What if I don’t SHOW it enough?

What happens if you don’t show them structure, or rules, or guidance? What if you do don’t show them you understand their needs, or show them you appreciate their littlespace? What if, forbid-it, you don’t show that you are invested? What if every time you struggle to say the right thing, or act the right way, they don’t feel like you MEAN it or FEEL it or CARE like you do? What if they don’t know or understand that your position as a caregiver is hard but valued…is something you can care about or want, even if it’s hard or scary sometimes?

3) What if your little loses faith or interest?

What happens to a caregiver when their little no longer trusts them, abides by their rules and regulations and efforts? What happens if the little decides a caregiver isn’t the right match, but instead of expressing those fears just decides to act out or ignore and fight them at every last step? It’s a burden to be a caregiver, but one that is a POSITIVE thing….but there’s no defense you can muster if your little decides they don’t want you! What then?

THESE are what caregivers fear. A lot.  Of course there’s more, and everyone is unique in terms of their own personality and relationship, but these are real fears. And sometimes, just hearing a little say that they understand and want to reassure the caregiver that they’re OK and trying hard and are appreciated? Well, that can be HUGE. If you appreciate your caregiver…if you see these fears and want them to be reassured?  Well, let them know. It WILL help.

1) CUDDLING!

Anyone who says they’re not into cuddling…is either crazy, or has probably serious reasons they’re against physical touch. And even then, I’ve known a few people who don’t like much physical touch who still see cuddling as not just acceptable, but AWESOME. 

2) WHO DOESN’T LOVE KID MOVIES?!

“Kid” movies is a misnomer. I mean, Shrek is a perfect example of a movie that includes sex jokes, bad puns, serious talks about self-image, self-destructive behavior, loneliness…basically, HEAVY topics thrown together in an awesome way. Heck, they have a fart joke that assumes you understand the meaning of ‘brimstone’/’sulfur’ (depending on the edition and translation). So, it’s a movie made for kids that is all about ANYONE enjoying it…and it’s an amazingly fun cinematic experience. CG/L relationships mean movie night can be fun for everyone, not just ½ the partners. 

3) Being Needed/Wanted

I’m not saying that this is unique to DDLG/MDLG/DDLB/MDLB/CGL relationships. I’m just saying…this is something almost every adult I’ve ever known struggles with. Some people are more about being needed…and some are more about being wanted. Some people strive to feel like they aren’t being too clingy, and some people are desperate to not make their partner feel like they’re overbearing or controlling. For those people, for the ones who don’t know where they fit in a lot of vanilla relationships? CG/L is great. One partner tends towards being kinda clingy and needy…and one tends to feel more fulfilled when they are wanted or needed. In that way, it’s kind of like having a partnership made up of two halves who didn’t know they were missing part of their proverbial ‘whole’. 

4) Honesty

This probably goes for almost every relationship, but the truth is that I think it’s harder to fake in caregiver and little relationships. Honesty is the foundation of any serious, meaningful personal interaction, along with communication (or just ‘honest communication’ if you want to put it all together into one serious thing!) As such, a relationship that’s about constantly discussing needs, feelings, desires, wants, rules, structure, and roles? Well that can be just awesome. 

5) Little Love and Big Love

Littles love differently than bigs…and bigs love so differently from littles that much of the time, littles struggle to understand WHY their big/caregiver loves them the way they do. And I think this might go hand-in-hand with my #3 above: Littles love the way most caregivers need, and bigs love the way most caregivers crave. It’s like having someone tell you that maybe you can have someone love you in a fashion that isn’t fulfilling, or they can love you in a way that makes you feel excited, needed, wanted, important, valued…which do you choose? 

At LEAST 9 times out of 10? I choose ddlg/mdlb personally. I choose ageplay, and being a caregiver or little. I choose this kinky, confusing, often misunderstood world. 

And maybe, just maybe, you should too. Who knows? It might bring you a great deal of joy. 

• Text you randomly throughout the day?
  
• Tell you good morning, or good night?
• Call you by a cute nickname?
• Tell you they love you, a LOT?
• Play with you in little space?
• Remember the names of your stuffies?
• Try to help you remember your rules, even if that means an OCCASIONAL punishment or talking to?
• Pat your bum or rub your back when you’re cuddling and need attention?
• Just somehow KNOW what all your fussy noises mean?
• Love the way you wake up all confused and grumpy?
• Hold your hand when you feel nervous?
• Give you a paci or toy when you feel bad?
• Give you rules, and structure, and comfort?
• Tease you and make you feel little when you don’t know how to relax?
• Care for you, and make sure you’re safe, and comfy?
• Tell you bedtime stories, or sing you a lullaby?
• Miss you like CRAZY when you’re not talking, even for a few minutes!?

Well if any of the above sounds like YOUR mommy or daddy…you’ve got a great caregiver, and they deserve to know it!  So thank you caregivers! You deserve LOTS AND LOTS of love and affection!

A little is full of a LOT of great things,
Like cuddles, and cuteness, and bright angel wings!

They’re nearly so full that they might someday pop
And all of their cuteness would burst out the top!

They’re full of affection, full of love, joy, and needs.
And if you share your heart, it grows stronger, like weeds!

Because Littles have many great things in their heart!
They have cuddles, and cuteness, and crayon-filled art!

They have kindness, and beauty, and a way to feel young,
So it’s time that the littles had their sweet praises sung!

So thank you, dear littles: You are worth quite a lot. 
Even if you doubt yourself (though most of you should not).

Just remember to take care of yourself every day,
Whether you have a caregiver, near or far away!

Because littles are lovely, they are full of great things…
Like cuddles, and cuteness, and bright angel wings!

Though lying isn’t good…many times caregivers end up lying just a little, in order to make things in their little’s life a bit easier. And even if they might not be 100% truthful statements, they’re only said because a good caregiver knows that sometimes their little one might need to be reassured, even if it’s hard to do. Here are a few good examples;

1. “Don’t worry, I didn’t really want (other, non-preferred food) for dinner anyway!” 
   
2. “Of course I have time to cuddle before work! I’ll just be a bit quicker, don’t worry about me being late…”
   
3. “No, I’m not smiling at you, I’m mad!” (Said almost always when a little is naughty and the caregiver gets entertained and finds it cute, but doesn’t want to lose their authority by seeming OK with rule-breaking!)
   
4. “You didn’t wake me up, really. I was just resting my eye! Now tell me…what was that about a bad dream?”
   
5. “I don’t want to punish you either. This hurts me more than it hurts you.” (This is only a lie SOMETIMES, to be fair!)
   
6. “I am not going to tell you again!”
   
7. “Of course I remember! But…in case your stuffie forgot, why don’t you tell the story over again. From the beginning.”
   
8. “No, no, little one. I’m completely sure, I wanna (drive/carry something/buy something).” (The lie used to reassure your little when you don’t want to admit that you’re actually doing it for them…because you never ever want them to feel guilty. You really DO want to do it…but that doesn’t mean you’d be against someone else helping…)
   
9. “IGUESS we can watch the disney movie…if you want to!” (Said only because sometimes caregivers don’t wanna admit they like it too!)
   
10. “If you don’t listen right this minute, no more cuddles!” (A COMPLETE lie, since not cuddling a little is pretty close to impossible!)
    

This post is in response to someone’s query about the difference between using little space as an escape/coping mechanism, and using it to hide from reality. And honestly…it’s a good question. 

Let’s start by defining the key terms here:

• “Littlespace” is generally accepted to be a mental state in which an individual regresses in behavior or mental patterns to a more youthful, and generally more carefree mindset, often taking on personality traits and mirroring interests that are more in keeping with a younger individuals’ interests or patterns. 
  
• “Escapism” is a tendency or behavioral pattern that involves avoiding or trying to distance oneself from uncomfortable or unpleasant thoughts or experiences by ‘escaping’ into other things, like littlespace, fantasy, a book, etc. 
  
• “Avoidance” is a huge term to define, but the way that I’m using it here is to explain someone who is not trying to distance themselves from something in order to gain new energy, perspective, or comfort, but rather as a term that means someone is trying to distance themselves from a problem or situation so much so that they simply hope they can completely ignore it, and hope it’s taken care of by someone else, or that it goes away on its own. Effectively, I mean ‘avoiding the problem instead of dealing with it’. 
  

With that on the table, let’s talk about something that I think might be scary and hard to admit for many littles, and scary to even think about for many caregivers, who are afraid that their little might sometimes do this. 

SOMETIMES, LITTLESPACE IS USED IN AN UNHEALTHY WAY IN ORDER TO FORCE A CAREGIVER OR SOMEONE ELSE TO DEAL WITH A LITTLE’S PROBLEMS, INSTEAD OF CONFRONTING THEM DIRECTLY. 

Why might that be? Well, escapism is a normal thing most people do…we find hobbies, we love genres of movies or books, we escape into games or tales of adventure and fantasy, or even just obsess over sports so we can ignore the million little questions running through our minds. That, actually, can be very healthy. It’s not necessarily a good idea to spend 24/7 going after everything you want to fix in your life and pushing back with ferocious obsession. In fact, more often than not, that ends up being pretty exhausting, counterproductive, and unhealthy in and of itself. And that’s how the majority of littles use littlespace to de-stress. They find themselves in a situation or position where they want to regress not just because of a caregiver (though it helps) but because life might make them feel like the ‘true’ person on the inside, their little personality, needs to help out sometimes, and give them a break from stress. IN THAT CASE; Escaping into littlespace, into that more vulnerable and yet almost contradictingly-carefree headspace can be a great escape that gives balance and comfort to someone who is struggling with stress and worry. 

However, when it’s used for avoidance of life, littlespace can be a problem. 

I’m NOT judging people who live 24/7 or close to 24/7 lifestyles, nor am I saying people who use littlespace to deal with stress are weak, doing something wrong, etc. What I AM saying, however, is that far more often than may be wise, some littles develop a coping mechanism for stress that involves always regressing when faced with trouble, to the point where they struggle to handle any situation as an adult, or without relying almost entirely on their partner. This puts excess stress on their caregiver, this puts them in a position where they are viewed and often feel as though they are unable to take control of their own life, and it makes it so they can often lose their own healthier traits that assist in dealing with life’s many troubles. 

So what’s the difference between the two? What’s the difference between escapism and avoidance behavior? Sadly, I don’t have a magic clear-cut line to differentiate the two. Even healthy people use avoidance behaviors at times, and that’s not necessarily a big deal. But if you (a little) or your little (speaking to the caregivers as well) is someone who is unable to deal with life, and often feels powerless, empty, hopeless, or espouses a need to completely empty themselves of responsibility or choices in favor of littlespace…you might want to talk. Figure out what’s going on, and why you/they feel the way you/they do. And do so now. Because it’s harder to break a bad habit once it becomes something you’re accustomed to than to simply avoid creating the bad habit at all!

Regards,
-Scribbler

I’m going to discuss one of the harsher, and possibly scarier things I’ve written about: WHY AND WHEN CAREGIVERS LEAVE. 

I also fully anticipate blowback for this post, and people disliking it or me, and probably losing some followers. But unlike my cuter posts, this is one that has been building for a long time, and I think needs to be addressed…

FIRST…

Let’s start by admitting the truth; Littles are idolized and generally seen as exceptional, special, valuable, sensitive, and in some ways more important than their caregivers. This probably comes from a lot of things, but in part it comes down to the nature of any relationship with the sort of power exchange dynamic; The person who gives up some of their power (littles/submissives/pets for examples, depending on your dynamic) gives it up as a gift. Yes, they crave someone else helping them, yes, they want to be loved and cared for and controlled…but their submission is a choice, and that puts a LOT of emphasis on them, because now the purpose of the relationship, in some ways, changes. It’s at least described in a fashion that suggests that the nature of the relationship is:

• Less about how the two partners interact, and more about how the interactions or behaviors of the big/owner/dominant impact the little/pet/submissive. 
  
• Must be dependent on the acceptance of the submissive/little.
• Doesn’t require the big to necessarily be happy as much (particularly in ageplay or little/big relationships).

So what does that do? That brings me to my second point. 

SECOND…

This means that the relationship can feel like someone is telling the big that their little is MORE important, or that if the little isn’t doing well or isn’t happy, the big/dominant is the one at fault every time. Sure, sometimes they are! But…let’s not lie. Sometimes, a little has other things going on. Life isn’t exclusively about your dynamic! so if life is hard for them because of vanilla stuff, work stuff, depression, or any of a million other things, the big/dom doesn’t need to feel like they screwed up! 

And if the little doesn’t recognize the two-way nature of the relationship, or if the big themselves don’t put attention and care into their own wellbeing…then things can go bad. They can resent the little, they can feel worthless, their mental health can degrade, and they can start to genuinely believe that this situation isn’t going to work, or that they aren’t worthy of the love they feel they’re given. Or, worse, they might not feel love BACK because they resent or are hurt by their perceived lack of attention and care. And where does THAT go?

THIRD…

When your big doesn’t feel cared for, important, or valued…they don’t want to be with you. It’s brutal, it’s scary, but it’s true. Remember that despite every lovely post on tumblr telling us all how precious and perfect and sensitive and rare and incredible and delicate and on and on and on….despite EVERY one of those flowery descriptions of littles, that doesn’t mean their relationships aren’t a two way street. Dom-drop exists! Daddy/mommy-drop exists! Bigs have stress! Bigs are sensitive too! The most aggressive, dominant, in-control and serious daddy dom might still need someone to ask about THEIR day. They are no less powerful, in control, masculine, or whatever else they fear they aren’t just because they need help and attention too! 

And if you’re in a relationship that focuses so completely on one partner to the detriment of the other that they resent, regret, or dislike what’s happening, they might leave. They might not tell you the whole story, they might tell you they’re sorry they aren’t enough, but the truth is, it’s a two-way street. A submissive is supposed to be a PARTNER, even if the power dynamic isn’t equally shared. A little is a COMPANION, who needs to show that they aren’t just their to be pampered and cared for to the exclusion of all else. Because that doesn’t make them NEEDY or DEPENDENT or  any of the flowery words we use…it makes them, bluntly, selfish. And no matter how much you want to deny it? If you’re that kind of little, you know. 

Finally…
I am bringing this up because I’m seeing people posting things that seem to say any unhappy little is a failed caregiver, and any caregiver who is anything less than flawless, perfect, eternally giving, and accepting of ANY problem is not a good one. And that’s not fair. 
Not to get into specifics, but i dated someone who was the sort of little that was…just unfair. They required my attention, sure, but it wasn’t just that. If they wanted to talk, I was a bad person if I was at work! If they met me and we spent a lovely whole day together, then I was a bad person for not being able to spend the night, because I had work in the morning. They wrote about how littles need to respect and understand their bigs and their bigs’ needs, but then ignored mine, were selfish, cruel, and made me feel like every effort I put in was nothing, insufficient, and not appreciated. It made it REALLY hard to keep giving of myself when nothing I did was enough, or right, or fair. To be told that 100% of your energy is worth 0% appreciation? It kills any relationship on the spot. 

So appreciate your littles, caregivers. Appreciate your caregivers, littles. Dominants, remember that your position is one of control and respect, but also remember that you are allowed to have needs. Submissives, remember that submission is a choice you made, but that doesn’t mean you can’t choose to help your dominant when they clearly need it. And everyone remember than no matter the NATURE of a relationship, it’s still a two way street. It requires two (or more, for poly couples/groups) people working together to work out well. And it means that EVERYBODY INVOLVED needs to know when to speak up, admit what they need, and ask for help when they require it. 
Sound fair?
I hope so.


Regards,
-Scribbler

From Anon: “Hi mr I wasnt sure how to do this but could you write me a story about my bear bumbum? he got named that b/c he got made for me by my old daddy but at buildabear the bears stuffing was all bunched up so the only thing he had was a big butt! lol! And even though me and daddy aren’t together anymore i miss him and holding bumbum makes me feel little and special so i was wanting a story. Since you asked for details i guess you should know im a babygirl aged 1 or 2 when i get little and i like using my paci a lot. My daddy used to say that bumbum was perfect for me because we both had big butts lol! I hope that’s enough. Please?”

Sure! Though I think this one will have to be rather short. And I’m going to have to assume that babygirl and aged 1-2 with a paci MIGHTmean you like diapers? OR at least….for the sake of the story I’ll assume it? This is why it’s easier for me to write stories for non-anonymous sources, so I can look up a bit of what they like! 

BumBum the Bear was a very special sort.
He was not as tall or thick or tough as the other stuffed bears. He wasn’t quite as strong. Since all the stuffing in his body got all bunched up, instead of having tough arms, and a tough head and a strong tummy….he just had a super fluffy booty! And perhaps most obvious of all, his fluffy booty was HUGE in addition to being fluffy and soft and stuffed! 

Well, as you imagine, he got teased quite a bit. Every time he walked into a room, his bullies would sing “FAT BOTTOMED BEARS” (a not too clever satire of ‘fat bottomed girls’ by Queen), and when the poor BumBum backed up, his tormentors made a beeping sound like a truck or bus backing up. Sometimes they even called him ‘KimKim’ instead of BumBum, because apparently some silly celebrity named Kim had a big booty too! BumBum was so tired of it, and so annoyed, that he made every effort possible effort to get adopted! Sadly, not everyone seemed to WANT a stuffie with a big caboose.

So, as time went on, and BumBum got a little more sad, he tried everything he could to be just a bit more normal looking (just like many little boys and girls try!) He tried to move his stuffing around, but ended up just getting a sore booty. He tried to eat less, before eventually remembering that stuffed animals don’t need to eat! He tried to work out, but despite doing quite a few squats and running laps around the toy store every night, his booty never shrank!

When all seemed lost, and he gave up on trying to find the best position to be seen by people wanting to adopt a stuffed bear, he decided to sit in the back of the case, so no one else would be able to see him. This, he hoped, might at least make it harder for the bullies to notice him…which would have been true, if it weren’t for the fact that the very first day he sat in the back of the case, a tall, dark, handsome and rugged man came along with a little girl holding his hand. First, the man (who the little girl quietly and privately seemed to be calling ‘daddy’) looked at his little one, and then he looked at the bears. He quietly and sneakily pinched her booty, and although BumBum couldn’t hear what was said, he did notice she blushed, and whispered something back about ‘being dry’ and ‘diapees’, whatever that meant. And the other thing he noticed was…she TOO had quite the badonkadonk!

Yes, that little girl whose booty crinkled as she walked seemed to also have a bit of ‘junk in the trunk’. Maybe it was her natural shape! Maybe she was like whoever that famous Kim celebrity was, who made an effort to get a big booty. Or maybe whatever caused her to crinkle as she walked was to blame. But whatever the case, the girl seemed to have quite the noticeable derriere. 

And so, the same day he gave up and moved to the back of the case, BumBum was chosen by this daddy and little girl to be hers. And he found, in that wonderful, unusual little lady, a friend who not only didn’t mind his backside, but found it cute. And as time went on, he found that he liked her having a big booty too, and they spent a long and happy life together, snuggling, shaking their booties, and being happy, big-bummed friends for good!

The end!

NOT sure it’s what you wanted. NOT sure it’s perfect. But I’m trying to still make it through. I don’t have as many requests for stories as I did, so I’ll get through the ones I have left eventually, if no more come in (though I’m FINE with more coming in!). Further, I’m glad you seem to like it, people..though I admit, I’m a TINY bit sad the only ones who seem to read, share, or comment are the people any given story is written for. Still, any and all appreciation or feedback is loved, and i hope you like what I’m writing for you. 
Be well folks!
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