Tangoh’s Dirty Diaper Pail
@uhohtangoh
Vulpes Rancidus Crinklus | Manchester 🇬🇧 | He/Him ‼️ My shitposting alt, figuratively and literally.
You're left alone in the school nurse's office just long enough to hunt for the diapers you *know* are hidden somewhere.
Spare a thought for Goodnites social media manager, out there on FBook posting memes for an audience of a Wine Mom’s and Boomers.
Wanted to contribute to @northshoreabdl.bsky.social’s ABDL pride videos.
I know I’m being hypocritical, but these are some grown ass kids. If I saw these on store shelves when I was younger I’d be having genuine existential “why can’t this be me?” crisis on the daily.
Waking to the comforting weight of having completely surrendered control to your diaper.
POV messy diapers changes, anyone? 🤔 (Actually going to be used for fursuiting, but…)
That look when you ask for a diaper change minutes after the last one.
Yeah, while I was travelling through Europe. It wasn’t all that exciting. They just had me lift up my tee so they could poke and prod around the waistband. The only odd thing in hindsight was that they had me do it there and then in the security lane rather than moving me somewhere (more) private.
I enjoy the smell of *my* messy diapers. To my shame, I’ve actually very little experience being around other stinkers (while they’re stinky). It’s not something I intentionally avoid, just few opportunities.
All the time, literally. I’ve messed in places that would cause the average r/ABDL poster to spontaneously combust.
Armpits are my weakness more so than diapers. Always happy to be snoofed.
Just down to my fursuit being a fox. Easier to present myself as Tangoh alone rather than doing a balancing act of online (and off) identities.
The deed itself is pretty mundane at this point. But what it represents in terms of how I’m perceived by others is huffy evergreen.
Like a couple of boosters? Haha. Big, thick diapers aren’t really my thing. I’m more of a cruisers type of critter.
The sensation of literally carrying around the weight of my “mistakes.” There’s obvious associations with embarrassment etc, but I find shamelessly having a poopy diaper (why would I care? It’s what diapers are for.) a confidence boost.
Overnight and then some, so let’s say 10-12 hours approx? It’s usually leaking that prevents me from going longer.
