Man I know the feeling

Grandparents LOVE using that threat

had an aunt and unkl use that thret on me onece they even had a pack in the van when they made the threat. i was alredy traind at the time maybe 6 or 7 and we had eaten at mcdonalds. i told em i dont like bugers and they forced me to eat one anyways so i ended up throwing up and i was crying becuas they had forced me. i now wounder if they did that to my cuzens as well and if they ever falloed through with the threat on them

I would have said bring it on

Your stronger then me dude

yea i liked diapers even back then and missed them.... i realy wish i had difyed them more

defiantly

I actually had a rather similar opportunity once like this and didnt take it and i dont know what wudve happened had i taken it; but i fantasise about it a lot xD

So i entered fosfer care at the age of 14 and when they put me in the group home they had a private one on one convo with me askin various things and one of the questions was "Do you wet the bed?"

And i know i paused for way too long before sayin "No", cuz i was worried id get in trouble for lyin if i said yes or somethin idek rly. But the way i know my pause was extra long cuz the guy responded to my no by sayin how he always felt that question was rly awkward to ask and jokingly suggested he wud rather just not have to ask and find out later xD

You know i was up for over an hr that night worryin not one bit about my life and such but instd... Wonderin what wudve happened if i said yes and fantasisin about havin said yes xD

Im 32 now and i still think about what if i had said yes

If only we could go back and say yes

Awww

Thank you for sharing part of yourself with the audience here in your work.

I can totally relate. Trama and events in my life as a kid meant I had to grow up very, very fast, and the big reason I created Toroth at first was well-- besides dragons being cool... being a little kid means you're supposed to be cute and lovable by default. Being little means it's okay, expected even to be needy, to be cared for-- even if you're also a kid that can breathe fire. But yeah, even now, even as I grapple with my own identity and growing into it so late in life, having a Smol alter-ego like Toroth gives me a context where being needy is "okay". Like you can just BE.

When I was little (the first time), I rushed headlong into being very clever and wanting to be tough and seen as big and grown. Even now, I am the kind that always wants to help and support and reach out. Toroth is also a vehicle for expressing my joy, and both then and now, I always feel great joy in helpin out, being praised, told I'm a good kid, and that I'm helping.

My counselor once asked me why I seem to place such outsized value on being useful. On providing something to someone. And I had to honestly answer, "To make up for the fact that it's me," because that was how I saw myself as having any value.

But this desire for my little side reflected a wish that I could be lovable and loved for just being who I was.

"Trama and events in my life as a kid meant I had to grow up very, very fast, and the big reason I created Toroth at first was well-- besides dragons being cool... being a little kid means you're supposed to be cute and lovable by default."

This is the exact reason I created my toddler self Stacey Ayodele. I had to take care of grandparents with my folks when I was younger. I never had a childhood or a teen life to speak of...And before I was 17 I watched all three of them die so...yeah...want for being a 4 year old diaper clad toddler who has no worries, no cares, sprung to life for me.

I know how you feel.

BabyStar
It's comprehensible. But you don't have to be worried; because this kind of details don't affect my reading's pleasure.

Wow heavy stuff

mhm

First of all *hugs*. I understand dredging up stuff from the past can be hard.
But this is very important as it helps learn about who we are and why we are, and this also helps a reader like me understand Star. This is what makes your work stand out ^^

Yep, this hits pretty close to home. My mom made good on a similar threat. Thanks for the weird kink years later, mom. (⊙_◎)

This is indeed a very heavy page but it certainly showcases the complex nature of the relationships we can have with our parents and how they affect us long term. I commend you for having the courage to share something so closely inspired by your own experiences.

It's a Military Father thing I think, my dad did the same to me when I was a kid, same basic threat. Though being more DL related, I did not feel the same way, nor did I let anyone know. Still, totally understand.

Thank you for sharing this tidbit into your life

I'm not crying, you're crying ;-;

Would be funny if Mr. Bryce did diaper up all his children for their little arguments and fights. That threat may very well have gotten Star hooked on diapers. Don't think her father would be amused to see her babied.

My Mum forced me into diapers as a punishment when I was 8. I can promise you it wasnt fun. It was easily one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. but yeah it definetly was one of those points that kinda sealed the deal on most of my weird kinks

I sympathise for you. Humiliation on a child could lead to trauma and a bad scale of social distancing.

Who the hell dose that to an 8 year old!?! Like for real

Its the same with caning or doing a bad hair cut. Its to inflict physical and or humiliation onto the child to where they will have to follow the parents rules or be faced with physical pain or embarasing humiliation. Its a way to keep their children in line. The problem comes from it scaring the child, either by it becoming a trigger for anxiety or assuming it was typical and if it works on them as a child, it should work on their child with it becoming a cycle.

An ex of mine was punished this way for bed wetting. They (her stepmother mostly) even went as far as to only let her use a bottle to drink from. Turns out the bed wetting was because of seizures.

Having this kink I had felt bad for wishing it had been me.

This panel is definitely making me consider where this kink of mine originated from...

One of the punishments I had growing up is being forced into a cold bath with ice for an hour or so naked it was terrible

With the risk of sounding like a weirdo. Did she also make u. Use them for both?!. And how long did she do that punishment to u?. And last but not least. Why???

Ugh been there done that. That thought is so familiar.. This hits close to home.

She was still a baby herself in that moment, she couldn’t be more then three at the time

Shes about 4-5 in this section

Still a smol bean

ok, I thought about this, typed a reply, then chickened-out and deleted it.
Then felt embarrassed about being embarrassed at simply making a reply in the first place!
So I'm back! :-P
Thank you for this page.
As someone who is forced to wear the damned things, I've spent many days/nights peering down the barrel of my pistol, thinking it would just be so damned easy to end what I'm enduring now, and what's worse to come in the future. That may still be an option, and that decision is entirely in my hands, no one else's. I don't expect others to agree with it, and unless I dove deeper into my personal medical condition, which I don't feel like doing atm, I'm going to politely ask any who want to immediately jump down my throat in condemnation to just take as many chill pills as they need to stay in their corner and keep said judgemental comments to themselves.
'To each their own.'
So, in an effort to wrap my mind around wearing diapers? I began my online,,, shall we call it a 'Quest'? Yeah, I like that word. My Quest to discover others who wear, and why, and most-importantly, HOW they find a way to actually like/enjoy, or at the least, NOT DESPISE THEMSELVES for doing so.
It's a pretty big Quest, because in the vast majority of cases, the art or stories I find are about people (or characters) who are ATTRACTED to wearing diapers, and not for medical necessity. A 'Fetish' for lack of a better word. That's o.k.. I'm not going to harass others for their quirks (provided of course, no innocent or unwilling person is involved). But a fetish isn't what I have, and that particular itch isn't going to be scratched in this approach.
Folks who 'Need to wear' maybe not just physically (illness/disease, injury, etc.), and enjoy it?
That's proving to be a gigantic bridge to build in my mind/conscience.
I really like how and what you did with this page. I think it finally *CLICKED* in my mind why so many are 'Attracted to wearing' diapers, and a very base, very primitive need/requirement being met when they do: a sense of safety/being cared for/protected.
I doubt this is all coming across as well here, as it is in my head, but I'm no Dr., Psychologist, Psychiatric professional. I'm just an aging person soon to meet whatever's on the other side, no matter what I may do/not do.

Just another 'Thanks, Star!' for helping me put another piece of the puzzle in place, in my head.

I too am in a bit of a rough place and have some dark thoughts. so I empathize.

otherwise, I actually have lived on both sides of this situation.

Diapers have been a very early kink of mine, but around a year and a half ago, My bladder got hurt, we don't really know how but that's not important. and since then wearing is much less of a choice at night. it did change how i appreciate the thing. i do still like them but it has changed a lot. feel free to dm me if you feel like talking about this more.

I appreciate your reply, and kind offer.
I don't really want to trouble others here with my personal demons/trials, but the kind empathy is nice to see!

No condemnation here. A long time ago, I was ready to end it all, and there I was, begging for help, and I got it. That's not a fear or a worry for me now.

I'm not going to go the usual route and tell you "DON'T DO IT!!!" because I don't know you or your life or your struggles. Maybe in your experience, it would be better.... I don't believe that, but I'm acknowledging that it's possible that your life sucks that bad. At the same time, maybe it does not... Maybe there are things to live for. You mentioned a counselor. The standard advice is go talk to a professional.... The stupidity of that is that when you do, they take away your guns, as if that's the only way you could end it. I don't know you, I've seen a couple of your posts here. You're insightful and I like reading what you think. I think I would be sad if that light was to go out. So I hope you don't do that. I like your quest, too, I like that it gives you purpose and goal. Hell, maybe there's a book in it somewhere. If so, I'd buy it.

Sadly, as much as we all wish we could go back, and most of us, probably for that unconditional, "just because you exist" love, when a parent makes this as a threat, the only thing that comes with it is the negative sides.... The loss of privilege, the shaming for being a big girl or big boy who requires all the extra trouble that no one minds giving a real baby. And God forbid you actually use the diaper they put on you, you would never hear the end of it.

The part that got me was "too small to shout at".... I'm sorry everyone, that I'm kinda in a dark place right now.... I'm not going to delete this, in the hope that when I don't feel like this, I can look at this post as a low that I got away from.

The only part that just made me curious was that none of them answered, "No sir". It just seemed a little odd that they would not, that's all.

hope everyone has a better day. <hugs>

Yes indeed!
What Star wrote/drew has MANY layers of emotion/psychological degrees of grey. While not a parent, I have MANY nieces/nephews, and am often babysitting/supervising my neighbors' miniature maniacs! lol
From everything I've read so far about this story, and the TONS of replies/comments made by so many folks, and Star's replies to them, I get her father (being a strict military type, of which I'm VERY well aware!), is the root cause of most what is troubling Star, and heck, I know very, very few children that grew up in a so-called 'Perfect household'. Most of us had some pretty nasty things to deal with/survive as we were growing up. One of the major reasons I choose to never have childlets was due to some of mine-own, and realizing I truly had no foundation to trust my skills being a parent. I choose to never risk hurting/ruining a child's life due to my own shortcomings.
As for the personal stuffs. I've gone the 'Counseling' route, and that's precisely where it went: challenging/threatening my 2A. If Govt. believes making me an EASIER victim to violence in the world, somehow makes me feel SAFER? Well, I've seen precious little from Govt. that is intelligent, or wise. I cut off all contact with them the moment that V.A. Dr. started down that road, and as I stood up I told him flatly, "If you believe making me defenseless would somehow keep me from ending this life, you're a g-damned fool." I realize the trigger reaction firearms cause many. Please, for your sake (and anyone else reading these comments), do not worry about me! A firearm is a tool. So is a razor. So is a rope. So is taking a long step off a very high perch. (I'm quite certain the perch would be highly offended at my saying that, but that's the way it is!)...
The tool is not the problem. Lack of cohesive, comprehensive, QUALITY medical care/support, is. That's an entirely different topic, and not what the comic portrays, so I'm not going to dive any deeper into it, here.
Everyone born alive has exactly one guarantee- we're going to die someday.
I'm not afraid of death. I'd PREFER to not die in severe pain, or delusional/out-of-my-mind, or worse of all, trapped in a useless body that will no longer function, while my mind is trapped inside it.
Euthanasia is not a bad word, concept, or option, and for anyone that has ever witnesses a loved one suffer, they know what I'm talking about. If someone is suffering from an incurable disease/condition that renders their 'Quality of life' into the negative, who has any right/authority to demand they continue suffering?
Again, a totally different topic, and I apologize for going sideways on this.

Be Well, enjoy all the this Life has to offer!
I promise, I will be doing the same!

:-D

Diapered_Stag

I just want to state that I took the time to read your entire comment, and let me say I appreciate you for taking the time to write it out and share it with us...

I want to go on the record and say, you aren't alone, I found myself in a similar position as I'm sure many others in the age regression community can relate to you too

Starting off back in 2017 I had just learned the hard way about what age regression is, I remember I was in a library with a few of my high school friends, and I must've blacked out for 30 - 45 minutes because I remember coming to and everyone around me was staring at me, some giggling some looking like they just seen a deer in headlights... for the life of me I couldn't figure out why all the attention was on me...that is, until my friend pulled out her phone and showed me a recording of what happened

It was of me spasing out because everyone was "total strangers" and I kept saying that "i dont know where i am, where is my mom"

And then I just went into a crying fit that wouldn't stop

My mind was in disbelief, and I was embarrassed because this had never happened before...after all this, I had left the library crying and wishing for my day to just end...

When I got home however, I chose to research what could be linked to what had happened, and the closest thing I found was 'Age Regression' and that it was strongly linked to childhood trauma and PTSD

I took an online behavioral analysis quiz that put me into subcategories (age ranges) with in the age regressive spectrum, and I placed in early toddler 2-4 range, and one of the things it had mentioned was the strong possible likeness for diapers and pacis... and at first I wasn't set on the whole idea, but it grew on me and now I use them whenever I go little

For me I think the reason I like using diapers is because it provides comfort and makes me feel small, also when I regress diapers provide more of a convenience aspect...mainly because I forget how to stay on my feet, so having them on and changing them when I return to adulting is essential... less messes that way

Just remember you got a whole community behind you, we will tell you again and again that you are not wrong for liking diapers and that its completely normal behavior...this is coming from a community that is geared towards keeping each other safe and we provide a long distance "blanket of reassurance" because we all have been there and done that

Stay strong kiddo, we gotchu 😘

That is a very touching and supportive reply to make, and if I could, I'd happily share a safe *HUG* with you for making it!

I'm sorry about your own experience with such a thing. I've had issues, both growing up and later when I was recovering from 3rd degree burns, where diapers were weaponized and used to cast shame/humiliation on me, the child/patient. I don't come from a perspective of 'Liking diapers.' If I'm being brutally honest, I hail from a perspective of HATING them. When I first admitted I couldn't control my own plumbing, reliably, and went out and bought my first package of undergarments? Even in the military I doubt I had ever been so freaked-out/nervous, because anyone/everyone around me could see what was in my shopping cart, and I had to then put it on the belt and pay for it.
Then, I put the first one on. I nearly had the same mental collapse as you, but for differing reasons. To me, it was admitting defeat, admitting I was too weak, too incapable, and so many long years of debilitating up-raising/etc. crushed me flat for a long, long time. I can't type more, 'cause it's going to throw me too far back, and I'm now wise to the things that happen and how, so can more easily dodge around the landmines!
:-D
The ABDL as a 'Community' seems for the most part, to be extremely supportive/empathic, and that's a good thing. Of course, we're all just human, and humans are hardly perfect. I've seen some reprehensible things happen over the past few years, that has forced long standing 'ABDL Artists/Writers' completely disappear/leave the fandom entirely. That's horrible, but,,, I don't know enough and am in no position to actually step in and render any sort of aid, now. :-/
Mostly, I try to stay away from all things political, 'cause that seems to be like tossing gasoline on dry tinder, and THEN throwing a lit match! O.o!?
For as long as I/we have, we'll just have to make the best of the time we've got left!

Thank you.

I got into ABDL stuff very young too, like 7. and most of my childhood to my early adulthood I thought I was sick and disgusting. Until a friend that wasn't into abdl but other kinks, and they helped me accept myself,

Oof. I really love this page, and at the same time it hits like a punch to the nards. I've often thought very similar things about my own dad, though, I never had fledgling ABDL thoughts regarding him.

Star's train of thought in the last panels though reminded me of how I'd often wish for another timeline where dad actually had patience for me, instead of spending time with everyone -but- me, or not constantly yelling at me for the mildest things. I'd often wished I could've heard a genuine "I love you" just once before adulthood, without everyone -else- having to tell me he loved me. Dad wasn't a military guy but he was a hardened construction worker type with his own heavily abusive parents (in his case physical too-mine never went that route), and so when I'd come home after being bullied and was upset about it, instead of support I'd find yet another bully in my own home. Hiding away from him in particular because I was upset at -everyone- is how my ABDL spark got really lit, hiding in my oldest, disabled sister's room and getting curious after noticing her stack of diapers.

Damn, this page sent me down a whirlpool of memory lane. Hurts, but also refreshing in a way.

Damb same

Just drenched in feels, oh my goodness, the pain.....it's wonderfully excruciating.

I know this feeling it hurts so much I should know I’ve been alone for a long time but its through pain we gain wisdom compassion and understanding

I understand this kind of threat, my mom use it many times on me when I was a kid, and every time I didn't have the guts to say no, even with me understanding how this is a simple question and I doubt on say yes...

I've been threatened like that multiple times, wish I wasn't, but we can't control the people around us.

I used to have this very same thought being the oldest.
My little brother had learning issues so it felt like every little thing he did was praised and encouraged, which it should have been.
But since I was seen as normal I was never allowed to be less than perfect.

As soon as I turned 6 all the shouting and spankings and punishments got worse for me.
But my brother and much younger cousins could still run around and play.

I remember being 2. I remember preschool and my 4th birthday.
The way my family treated me was so different back then.
I remember my mom being amazed that I memorized songs on the radio. My grandma would talk about how cute I was.
Then I turned 6 and suddenly everyone wanted nothing to do with me.
It was traumatizing.

ahh yes and dad wonders why his relationships are strained if not broken in star's case. An adult's first reaction shouldn't be insulting children and belittling them. I've seen drill srgts with more empathy than this guy. Yeah they're fighting over something stupid but they're kids. Heck most of them look to be under ten years old of course they're going to argue of little things.

I remember my father threating me that way when I was eight years old.
"Do I have to go buy some diapers for you?" I still remember it. Back then I felt ashamed as hell... now I wish he'd carried out that threat XD

Wow. This might be one of my favorites yet.

*offers hugs* One of the things about being a creative is putting yourself into your art, and you've always done a stellar job with that. I had a pretty good upbringing but I know I consider myself lucky, and that not everyone was so fortunate. I look at this and I see a wonderful piece of art but also a creation that really means a lot more than the face value, and I say that you're doing a great job with this and I look forward to more.

🥺😭

I go early completely relate. During my childhood the older I got not only the more turmoil I went through but the more my family would say "you used to love this" to question why I've changed or the opposite "why arnt you our happy little girl any more"
All of that to say I've honestly engaged in age regression since my early teens, and kink since around 17. There's always been so much shame about all of it and I didn't start accepting any of it till I was around 18
Even now at 20 I have trouble accepting my kinks for certain things, but my age regression is mostly just a part of me and I am greatful to have it
Just alot of self reflection here.
A pretty cathartic page despite it's heavy and dark topic
Amazing framing and colors

Yes I very much relate to this comic.
Being born two months to early.
Things did not develop as they should.
My dad being a kid having accidents with wetting. He being treated like he was lazy for not making it to the bathroom in time. Plus him being raised he had to be tough be a man . Then being military. Made it hard .I remember him slapping me not knowing what I did picking my self off the floor.
How our parents are raised we get raised the same way in some ways.
I'm the oldest of two by 3 years.
Now my mom was not touche feeling mom.Oh just what was needed to take care of the children. When little.
And we need to little gentile men and ladies then my my dad ruled the house old. No in the timeframe I was growing up. Your acting like a baby was used a lot and threatened.
You don't want to be a baby do you!
Everyone critical of how children acted.
No the selusion was if a child has accidents wetting you put them in diapers as a punishment or a fix to the problem it was the time back then.
There were no pampers or pull-ups back then at around first grade my first diapering happened mom had enough.
When I got the feeling I need to go I had to hurry fast or not make it.
I had to have easy take down clothes.
Too .the day I was diapered I remember every part of it . There had been something missing from my life .
I slipped back to a feeling of being loved taken care of there was a feeling when I was a baby. From that time on I wanted to be a baby .I don't remember how long I had to wear diapers a week or days
But school was mean so when I felt bad I wanted to be little.but could not.
Yes I had accidents in school.
First grade the principal call my dad and he came t school to spank me which he did. And on the ride home he ask if I wanted to be put back in diapers
Inside I did but I said no .
A lot of parents do things that do cause trama to there kids not knowing it.
They take a lot of advice form other's or how they were raised that's why things happen to us as kids and some not realizing what they did.

Honestly, despite the heavy context it's good to see something like this being put into this work to explore some of those feelings that I think end up plaguing a lot of us. So thanks Star for putting this out there.

Oh, Star. This hits me deep. Thank you for sharing this.

Miss Babystar, this is why i like this comic, it incites Emotion, an emotional response.
Thank you for creating this piece and i ask to apologise it if this sounds wayyy stiffer than you would like it.

I wish I could remember when this clicked in my mind, but it wasn't a threat of diapers; never had that happen.

Yea me too I have all time these feelings

This. I distinctly remember being threatened like this, and honestly it was likely also a turning point. That last line hits a bit different..

Damn this page got hands

damn that feel like exactly where it all started for me. My family always threatened if i acted like a baby they would treat and buy nappies from the local shop and that genuinely engrained into me and i feel so much like star does in this page.

I totally get what you mean! I'm having trouble loving myself unconditionally like a father loves his little son. Maybe that's a bit different, but I understand your feels... *HUGS*

Thank you for another incredible page, the layout is so good!
It also feels very familiar, very similar to the warnings my father would use when I was was a kid.
I still vividly remember him threatening to tape me into my younger sibling's diapers, and being horrified and embarrassed, yet, still wishing that he would

Ah maybe I shouldn’t have opened Furaffinity after a dream about a real life event where my mom abandoned me 🤣

that one
this one hurt for sure

This is really great! It's not my experience but I love to see the examination of those feelings, past and present. I'm not really interested in how I became interested in diapers but I'm very interested in how we deal with it and this kind of thing is instructive. I'm thankful that you were able to expose yourself in this way and I hope you're okay as a result.

The next page digs a little deeper but is also more positive so it doesn't feel quite so engulfing

*Hug*

Can't really think of words to say to this but... What a feeling, yeah...

To this day I still couldn't tell you why I'm into this thing. I figured out some trauma, I figured out some abuse, I can psychoanalyze my mom all day long, but I just have this thing with me. None of that past seems to have any indication why I'd love to crawl into a tiny space with a diaper on and fantasize about everyone being in diapers. But now that I've stopped being so ashamed of it, I feel like I'm missing out somewhat. It's easier to put on a diaper but it's also more of a chore lately even though I end up enjoying it. Agh it's jsut not easy.

Deep feels.

"Hey, if it'll make you stop shrieking and acting like an authoritarian asshole, I'll wear the diaper. Slap that sucker on me and shut the hell up, I'll be in the corner sucking my thumb and wishing for better parents."

I don't think I need to tell you that your father is a douche. That seems to be a commonality among babyfurs. Anyway, my own personal experience was getting sent off to a babysitter's from Monday to Friday while my mother worked in a factory. As the boy who was a lower priority than the sitter's already full family and even my brother, I'd tuck myself in at night and escape into the fantasy of being Jerry's sidekick Tuffy in the old Tom and Jerry cartoons. Fun animated antics with a diaper hugging your waist, what could be better?

When you need affection, you find it wherever it exists, even in your own imagination. Naturally, being a baby gives you a double dose of the stuff.

x_x talk about hitting home

"its all in the past so it doesnt matter really."

Like hells it doesn't. ._. I still get intrusive memories from 10, 20, 30 years ago that damn near cripple me sometimes. You don't gotta apologize for bad memories making your head go fucky Star.

I have been through this same situation. Some of my elementary school teachers even used the diaper threat on the class but never did anything. Public shaming and humiliation is something I will never condone.

Also: I wonder how well this threat would work if kids had the presence of mind and the bravery to challenge it. "Do you really want to try that? Somehow I doubt you're any happier about the idea than I am."

If you knew for each of your kinks, or even habits, its full genesis from the beginning.
So you truly understood yourself and what shaped you…

… would you choose that over just enjoying yourself?

Very adult question!

"Shared pain is lessened. Shared joy is increased. Thus we refute entropy." ― Spider Robinson
Thank you for sharing this part of yourself with us.

must hug tiny floof ;_;

dang the feels...

I would totally see tot Annie going “yes because then you would like me more” then bursting into tears, her dad then comforting her would be a very cute Image,

Also wtf are these tags?

Gosh this definitely hits a note. I didn't have the best childhood either and gosh that's just a thing that exists.

Definitely an interesting introspection into an ABDL type person, I can say I do understand the community a little better just from this page alone, more than I've learned in the past 8-ish years. But now I also understand more why I do not fit into this place that much. This is a very good page and will probably lead to a lot of soul-searching for a lot of people

Ahhh no. Look. This was one of a number of Eureka moments for me. The whole "if I'm little-er I'll get the love and attention I want that I'm not allowed anymore" but there's so many other factors that moukded me I to this ...scene/fetish/lifestyle/kink.
But this is MY journey this isnt EVERYONES journey. Your route/experiences are just as valid and your journey is just as important.
I hope you find a place to fit if this isnt working for you. I'm always around if you wanna note me

Well it was more like, I do hear a lot of people saying their parents were abusive or just mean is some way. Like the whole "too small to shout at" thing was what kind of "clicked" it for me about the general reason some people desire this stuff. Then again its more likely I don't know what the fuck I'm saying and am trying to make a connection to something idk. My parents are/were less... antagonistic towards me and more just kinda ignored me I guess. Maybe thats the connection I'm trying to make somewhere in my brain. Idk, sorry for the weird comment, I'm not good with words x.x

Idk, unless I completely misunderstand , your situation sounds valid, too... and, frankly, very similar. If they ignored you when you were older, then maybe you had thoughts along those same lines: maybe they'd pay more attention to you if you were more dependent on them, aka younger.
The only "weird" part I gathered from your comment was the bit about not fitting in... wherein, yeah, I think Star mighta been a bit abrupt in trying to say that everyone's experience is their own, doesn't mean you should feel out of place just because yours differs from "the norm"... especially because, I think, there probably really is no "norm" amongst this group of misfits trying to find where they fit.
The only other "weird" part is in your second response... sounds like you're apologizing for something you needn't be apologetic about. Correction of a misunderstanding, like Constructive criticism, comes from care... if you came off as "weird," or off-base, or intentionally offensive, or whathaveyou, deserving apologies, I doubt Star would've even responded.
"Don't be so hard on yourself" eh?

The keywords spell "Star the boner killer strikes again"
Oh ok

damn that makes a whole lot of sense, I'm sorry you went through something like this star ; - ;

Relatable uwu I also, when I was about 10 years old, realize the same thinking: What would feel to be a baby again and everybody loves u? That time even I was smiling, got depression by many stuff along the years.

So I was into this feelings of babyhood before I knew was a hole community.

I remember that my aunt and uncle once used that punishment. I wore a goodnite because that's what my youngest cousin was wearing. I think it had motorcycles on it. Nothing changed for me. I didn't get into abdl for another few years.

Wow, looking at the comments... That phrase our parents used really did set up a lot of folks up to go down this path...

Thank you for this I've been binge reading all your carp lol and it's helped me through the crap I'm going through right now I feel so comfortable reading this. I'm a 16 year old still closeted and I'm still do scared if anyone found out about my off kinks it's not only kinks though it loosens me up from all this stress. Thank you
Fun fact I'm typing this on my touch screen Alexa right now because my parents took my phone for to failing grades.

Sorry if this sounds silly but...what's the CW stand for in "Shine page 414 - CW?"

Content Warning. For people who might get upset from this page

Between Peter (the star's father), Jack (gemma's father) prizes are distributed for the fathers of the year😔

The last bits of this page had me sobbing pretty hard, realizing while this isn't a particularly huge kink aspect in my life, it's still one i've had interest in and I can see the reasons why a little easier. My dad was an alcoholic, screamer, would fly off into rages at whatever and mom was neglectful, so I got a double whammy of awful. Ontop of that I didn't really... get to experience being a toddler, or just little, much? My early years of consciousness were all filled with hospital stays since I was born with 6 toes each foot and webbed toes and 2 webbed fingers on each hand. That also can just, take away you experiencing an actual childhood and being an adult and seeing what nice things you could of experienced or love and nurturing you could of(even should of) gotten makes you envious and wish you could experience it still.
That's at least my personal experience with how I was brought up, and just the part about wanting to be small again and be loved unconditionally like that hit a deep note.

I'm sorry that all happened to you :(

Heyhey, it's alright, it was very cathartic to have a cry about this and have words that i couldn't form put out there as well as art that displayed them beautifully, it made the impact I think you were going for as well as was personally relatable in how i've felt considering my own rough upbringing. You're extremely good at evoking a lot of emotions with how you've paced your story and how you've written everything honestly pretty casually and realistically. I especially relate to Star's shyness and issue with feeling like she has had to apologize for everything all along the way while learning more about this world of one of her biggest kinks. I love watching how she's growing up while also growing down, learning more about the more complex parts of the spectrums with sexuality, gender and romance while also trying to find her comfort zone within the kink she's never explored before, and how small she wants to be.

I think its basically because Star is me. the things she says and feels and thinks are things I feel and say and think, and some of the situations she goes through are sort of polished or slightly tweaked versions of things Ive been though so um I guess what I want to say is you're not alone. none of us are, even if sometimes we feel like we are theres lots of people who are feeling similiar to how we feel

Oh look, another episode from my childhood.

God, this speaks to me. I think that's a big part of where my interests came from. A while ago, I read Kate Bornstein's book, "Queer and Pleasant Danger" and she talks about "cute as a survival strategy."
I think this fits in the same category.

that is soo super adorable sweetie, thank you^^

whew! i caught up in about three days :)

...ouch... critical hit right in the feels

It just occurred to me (a week later -_-) My dad made this same threat when I was around 5 years old. I don't think much would've changed, but I often wonder how things would be had I taken him up on that~ XP

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God, I cried. This hits so hard. This is exactly one reason why I may have developed this kink. My parents never loved me for me. They wanted a son, and I was a girl. When I was little, it was okay to be girly, and my parents still loved me. It was okay to be vulnerable. They liked me more back then. They didn't yell, and they didn't kick me out. So today, I feel very me when I am little because it makes me feel loveable. I know through therapy that I'm always loveable, but I still like being little because I feel cute and loved.

I'm now having memories of my parents calling me a baby for whining sometimes as a young kid. I want to reflect on that.

I think about this page sometimes, is that weird? xD I was today and came to look at it again, it's really powerful. <3

It's not weird. This page messes me up...it's like going back to my origin story and I'm 5-6 years old.
I don't tell many folk this but back then. There was a night where there was a raging storm the power had gone out, we lived near a wood and the trees were being blown down. I was terrified. Just getting out of my bed to make it to my parents room was terrifying enough....I got there and asked if I could sleep with them and was shouted out of the room, told I was big enough to deal with stuff by myself. I remember begging and pleading...I wasn't a kid who slept with my folks often but the sound of the storm just really REALLY terrified me
Anyway no amount of begging got thru to my folks so I had to go back to my own bed and I hid under the duvet and pretended I had a parent who was protecting me. I imagined someone holding me and keeping me safe and I fell asleep imagining being kept safe with love and imagined being cherished and weirdly that's how I sleep every single almighty ever since. Imagine someone holding me close and actually caring about me. So this page kinda personifies that realisation

Wow sorry that was a bit of a rant

Noooo it’s fine haha, it’s weird how experiences like that never leave you. Makes me wonder what interactions I’ve had with people I love that never left them.

All we ever wanna do is feel safe, it’s important, I hope you feel that way a lot more these days.

hey star, idk if youll read this but i just wanted to say that im reading the whole comic for first time and learned a lot of myself, im just starting my jouney on this community but ive known about it for years now and now this page kinda give me an awnser that i was searching for since i looked to part of your comic back in 2021, why do i like looking small and girly and indulging in things like that

i rememeber that when i was on first grade my parents were already expecting big things from me, like they basically told me that getting good grades for entering the best uni would be my biggest archievement and ive grown up thinking that they would love me only if i archieved that goal and i lived with that pressure for most of my life, trying to grow up as fast i could and be though and responsible and looking for others, but in reality i just wanted and still want to have someone who doesnt care about my archievements, i couldnt get those expectations that other people put on me and that made (and still makes) me feel worthless. ive been thinking of that time that i was just allowed to exist and still being loved

and i want to thank you a lot for (indirectly) introducing me to what (even if i hated it and was ashamed for a while) could be a way to just experience that kind of paternal love that my inner child has been craving for a while

It's nice that artists get to exorcise their demons a bit by playing out these narratives.
The second panel struck me as kind of strange. In looking at furry art, one gets used to a multitude of species all mixed together in a scene. The line of lynxes with their family resemblance really caught me off guard for some reason.

same with being a puppy for me. dogs were given toys, treated well, never told they were stupid, if i was just a dog i would be loved unconditionally v-v
LET HE BE THE BABY! she deserves it!