Aeonis/Shiro

I just realized, I hopped straight into crossposting from Twitter that I didn't even introduce myself properly. For anyone who's never seen me before: Hello! My name is Aeonis (pronounced Ay-oh-nis), or Aeon for short. I also go by Shiro. I don't go by Cen. Gotta stress that last part!

Having trouble diaper training your kiddo? Hypnotic suggestions just not sticking? Spanking not enough to deter them? That's okay. Ask your doctor if medical incontinence is right for them. A couple surgical snips and severed nerves, and your tyke'll be pottying their pants like a champ in no time!

Having trouble diaper training your kiddo? Hypnotic suggestions just not sticking? Spanking not enough to deter them? That's okay. Ask your doctor if medical incontinence is right for them. A couple surgical snips and severed nerves, and your tyke'll be pottying their pants like a champ in no time!

Wearing diapers because, yeah, you're not potty trained, and you don't plan on being.

Wearing pull-ups because you're trying to potty train, but they're more for your self-esteem than for any practical purpose, because there's no way the adults will ever let you succeed. Every time you make even the slightest progress, they raise the bar or put more rules in your way.

Wearing diapers not because you're not potty trained, but because you like the aesthetics of thicker, puffier underwear that doubles as your own personal, portable restroom (or a restroom for others!).

Wearing pull-ups not because you're potty training, but because changing into/out of one by yourself is a lot easier than learning to tape up your own diaper.

Teenage punk opossum girl and teenage preppy secretary bird girl hanging out together after school, swapping gossip and diapers both as they wand each other senseless into the evening hours. It always hits a bit different when you've got someone else's mess pressing up against your bits.

What I do back here is between me and the couch.

I've officially filled out my (first) Telegram sticker pack! (Did you know packs have a limit of 120 stickers? Wild.) Here's just a handful from this final batch for your viewing pleasure~ This is your regular reminder to commission @bunanana.bsky.social. She's utterly fantastic to work with. :3

I've officially filled out my (first) Telegram sticker pack! (Did you know packs have a limit of 120 stickers? Wild.) Here's just a handful from this final batch for your viewing pleasure~ This is your regular reminder to commission @bunanana.bsky.social. She's utterly fantastic to work with. :3

Teenage secretary bird girl bending over, rather deliberately, to give the third-grade students an upskirt view of her rear. Her pink teen Pampers are visibly blotched, the shell mottled, the leg-gathers swampy and swollen. Is she teasing the kids, or is she showing them how a grown-up does it?

Oh yeah. I'm a bit dirty, in case anyone needed a warning about that.

Teenage maned wolf boy and fellow TA joining her for a mutual pawing session in the empty classroom. Tanya's content to use whatever gets her across the finish line, but Ben prefers the nerdy kitten boy's still-warm, mucky diaper, soft bucks and supple strokes bringing him to a much-needed climax.

Teenage secretary bird girl using her position as TA for her third-grade class to indulge some of her...dirtier fantasies. When the kids are at recess, all those diapers she helped change throughout the morning are just sitting around in the pail, unloved. So why not find a warm one to repurpose~

Third-grader arctic fox boy, splayed-eared and red-faced, standing still while a queue of his classmates lines up behind him waiting to spritz the back of his Pampers. This isn't quite what he envisioned when the teacher asked him if he'd like to start "potty training".

Boy, I'm glad I'm financially stable enough to help friends with big emergency payments, because this month has been brutal. >w>

Anyway, hi, I'm back on my bullshit again.

Third-grader badger girl slipping on poopy pull-ups for school because they’re somehow the cleanest underwear she’s got, and her moms only just realized they need to restock her diapers. She doesn’t mind, but she’d prefer if the designs were something more inspired than butterflies…

I gotta start getting some of these ideas drawn.

Fifth-grader wolf girl watching over the playground with stony vigilance like a guardian protecting her flock. Her expression hardly shifts an inch when her tail hikes, her skirt lifts, her diaper sinks. Although, she gives a content waggle of her rear as the mucky warmth settles in her seat.

"Muddying her Pampers" is a phrase currently living in my head rent-free.

Shiro's so soft that his paws squeak when he walks. Kit Darling-coded.

God, I'm such a fucking mess sometimes. But I'm doing my best, in spite of it all. Thanks to everyone for being so patient with me.

The desire to sadpost vs. the desire to not be annoying.

If I ever get my Hrothmom drawn, it'll be as a diapered babysitter.

Teach the rua how to spell basic words.

Hold the rua. Pet the rua. Cherish the rua. Forfeit all wordly possessions to the rua.

I'm sorry to anyone who's messaged me on Telegram lately. Busy. Tired. Easy to forget to respond. -w-

Comparison really is the thief of joy.

Small update: I think I've landed on my final look. Had to switch out my Stormblood-era pieces for Endwalker versions for some better color matching and textures. It feels great to say this was 100% my own creation~

Getting recognized in duty finder for being a regular on hunts is a very special feeling. uwu

They'd be overjoyed. It took a lot of work getting here. A lot of pain and stress and fear. But we made it, little buddy. And we'll go even farther. Just you wait. ❤️

The reason I'm immune to Fighting-type moves isn't actually my Ghost typing. It's because I'm so dang fluffy, all the punches bounce off.

Customary greeting Hello, @aweirdferret.bsky.social <3 #diaper #diaperfur #diaperdoodle #zorua

Sometimes, it feels like I need permission to be imperfect. I've built my standards up so high that they're impossible to reach.

Third-grader arctic fox boy whose single mom works long hours to provide for them. He's become very self-sufficient in her absence, but never learned how to change his own diapers. Thankfully, his neighbors are always willing to help--provided he doesn't mind getting their daughter's hand-me-downs.

Took me a bit, but I finally found a glam I like for my BLM set. It feels good to be back.

It feels great to have my opinions on the toxic part of a community totally vindicated. ❤️ (This ain't about us, don't worry.)

Teenage secretary bird girl in extra thick Huggies who helps take care of a class of 30-some-odd diaper dependent third-graders. Changing diapers, supervising class activities, distributing snacks, providing lap time and cuddles, assisting with the buzzy wand—she does it all with a smile and style.

Holy crap, I forgot how good it feels to have a full 8 hours of sleep on a workday, let's goooooooo.

Third-grader arctic fox boy picked up and whisked away by the class TA, a teenage secretary bird girl, for knee bounces in his muddy diaper. Between his squishing bottom and her comforting coos, he finds it hard to follow along while the teacher continues their grammar lesson.

Third-grader arctic fox boy loudly filling his pants in the middle of a lesson. The volume is enough that it gets all of his peers' eyes on him. His face and bottom both feel hot as he sinks in his chair, deep into the seat of his freshly mulched Pampers.