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Happy Hump Day Eddie! Best of luck to you on increasing your earnings! I know how difficult that can be!

Hey all I just wanted to come out and speak my mind about myself. For a full year I was able to wear diapers for about half a day as I was making enough money to support wearing half a day.  As I would wear 1 a day and my income went down and then not able to buy them.   One thing is for sure is I do need to wear them as I do have issues with my #2 area and protection is very important. I am working on ways to make extra money so I can buy me a case a month so I am back on track. Thank you for reading  Have a wonderful Wednesday.

A short chunky woman picks the girl up. "Oh honey are you OK!? That was a rough spill! Come on we will get you fixed up." The woman is a motherly type with very kind eyes and honey in the voice.

21.             Each day of the trip was a struggle. In some ways it was monotonous, as the highlights of a baby’s day involve being changed out of nasty diapers and mealtimes of unpalatable mush and bottles of who knows what, neither of which merited excited anticipation. He was left in Anne’s care for at least part of each day, even when Katie wasn’t, and she continued to taunt him within the restriction of treating him as a real baby, pre-wetting each diaper she taped on him when they were alone and several times adding her own “girl juice” to his bottles. At least once or twice each day he was brought to the day care center, even if just to be breastfed.              The routine became so boring he yearned for some sort of excitement to enliven his day, but he spent hours puzzling over what form that would take that wouldn’t involve extreme embarrassment on his part. The contradictory desires of remaining as anonymous as possible and wanting something to happen to break up his day muddled his thoughts. Before coming to the resort, he feared being exposed to a large number of strangers and having to endure their looks and comments of curiosity, amusement, or distain. That never happened, which should have been a relief. But the fact that he’d been fed, changed, and paraded around in front of hundreds of women, none of whom showed any sign that he was anything but an ordinary baby, bothered him, and the fact that it bothered him annoyed him even more. Was it better to have his adult self acknowledged beneath his dirty diapers and frilly dresses even if it meant being humiliated or to be treated as if he’d lost all claim to being an adult and was now perceived as nothing more than a true infant in every respect? And another thought niggled at the periphery of his mind. Virtually everyone he interacted with at the resort, whether strangers or the women at the daycare center, were thrilled to see him and often showered him with complements and affection, a reaction that never happened to him as an adult. What did it mean that their attitudes toward him gave him a least a brief feeling of happiness? He shuddered at what the answer might reveal about himself, and pushed the thought to the depths of his brain.             As the week drew near its end, he was no closer to any answers and his mind shifted to wondering how his home life might change once they returned. Was Amy so used to his full-time infantile status that she’d insist it continue? That would be a problem. He’d still been allowed some of his adult status even after the unfortunate surgery that rendered him incontinent, although that had begun to be eroded slightly with mild incidents of public exposure and the women of the family losing any modesty about going topless in his presence or using the toilet while he was in the tub. Another question to ponder: How much will other people’s perception of him affect how he sees himself? Put in the context of his increasing failure to know that he’d wet himself, it was a worrisome issue.             It was easy to lose track of time when every day was like every other day and naps and nighttime sleep ran together in his mind. It was only when he overheard Amy and Lily talking about packing up the car the next morning that he knew that their time here was coming to an end.             “Are we going to bring the girls to tonight’s farewell bash on the beach?” Beth asked her sisters. “It might be nice to all be together for our last night even if it means keeping them up past their bedtime.”             “And the other guests might want one more chance to interact with Kristie,” Lily added. “You know that several asked about getting a picture with her.” She chuckled. “Probably simply because she’s so darn cute and the outfits you designed for her are to die for, but maybe also as a not-so-subtle threat to their men back home.”             “I don’t see why not,” Amy said. “It might help to have our babies there to keep us from any temptations with all those scantily clad or naked nymphettes that’ll be there. I’ve heard it gets pretty wild sometimes.”             The three sisters exchanged glances before dissolving into a fit of giggles. “I’m going to pass and order room service,” their mother told them. “So if they cramp your style and you need to bring them back to the room, I’ll be happy to watch them.” Her daughters laughed even harder.             Anna dropped by to say her farewells then stayed to put makeup on Kristie that made her look like a doll, finishing up by applying a light pink nail polish to her fingers and toes, to the women’s delight. Amy pulled out a calico dress and matching diaper cover for her with an identical dress for Katie, causing Beth to give her a huge hug. Checking to make sure they had enough supplies for the babies, they ventured out the door.             The beach was already crowded when they arrived, and not a single guest had a stitch of clothing on. Several couples made out openly, causing Chris discomfort but mere curiosity among the adults. A naked disc jockey spun music at one end of the beach while food trucks serving tacos, wraps, seafood, and more lined the other end. The smell of the food drifted over to the area around where the family spread their towel. Chris knew it was too much to hope for that he'd be allowed to eat anything being served there. He’d seen Amy pack the diaper bag with two large bottles of formula and plastic containers of glop room service had delivered.              Unlike his first trip to the beach, this time they had to squeeze in between other groups of women, so matter which direction Chris looked in there were large numbers of nude women pressed close together. Try as he did, it was impossible not to stare. Unfortunately, this didn’t go unnoticed.             “I assume seeing all of these boobs is making you hungry,” Lily said loud enough for the women on either side of them to look their way and snicker. “We can take care of that.” She pulled out one of the oversized bottles from the diaper bag and fastened a drool bib around Chris’s neck.             “Oooh, would you mind if we fed your baby?” a voice from nearby chimed in. “If it’s okay, we’d all like a chance.” Chris risked a glance over in the direction of the voice, where three young women, a blond, a brunette, and a redhead, eagerly looked at Lily in anticipation. He couldn’t help but notice how busty each of them was and prayed that Amy would intervene. She did.             “Of course not,” Amy said. “Although she might be a little shy. Or a lot stinky,” she added with a giggle. “This stuff seems to encourage her to make a mess pretty quickly.”             “Not a problem,” said the blond. “My niece is the same way. If that happens, I’d be happy to handle it for you.” As she spoke she took a cloth diaper Amy handed her and spread it over her arm, then helped her guide Chris over across her lap. Chris’s face was immediately buried deep into her cleavage and he could her titters from all around. The woman soon freed him enough to accept the bottle’s nipple into his mouth.             “Such pretty nails,” one of the other women commented. “Does she always, um, look so girly and infantile when you guys go out?”             “We’re still in the early stages of her transition,” Amy replied. Chris’s ears perked up. “So it’s been a slow process. But ultimately our goal is to erase the line between perception and reality, so that she won’t just look like a baby girl, she’ll be one. So to answer your question, yes I think the nail polish is here to stay, and when we get home we’ll be moving into more age-appropriate clothing around the clock, hair styling, and diaper changes will occur where convenient for me, not for her. And,” here Amy’s voice dropped to a whisper, “she’s already on a course of medications to move her in the right direction, gender-wise. She may never move up to training pants, but a training bra is definitely in the future.”             Chris was shocked and stopped suckling, which the blond took as a sign to move him over to the waiting lap of the redhead. He barely took notice of the conversation that was going on around—and about—him, even as he was again passed to the brunette to finish feeding. He began sucking air and broke out of his trance just long enough to hear Amy say, “Really? All three of you? That’s only ten minutes away from our place.”             The two groups by this time had merged together. Beth and the redhead took orders before heading off in the direction of the food trucks. Amy stuck a pacifier in Chris’s mouth and gave him some soft blocks to play with as she and the neighboring women continued their conversation. He tried to tune them out, afraid of what he might hear, but the words “babysit” and “playdate” got through anyway.             When the food arrived and the women started to spread out plates and pass drinks around, everyone stopped and looked in Chris’s direction. He had no idea why until he saw Beth pull the back of Katie’s diaper back, sniff, and shake her head ‘no.’ Only then did her realize what he’d done.             “I won’t let Miss Smelly Pants spoil your dinner,” Amy told the group. “I can take her back to our room to change her.”             “Don’t be silly,” the blond said. “This is fun for me. My niece is potty training and I kind of regret seeing her get older. I insist. Give me Kristie’s food and I’ll take her against the wall over there to feed her her dinner, then I’ll change her myself.”             Amy put up an obviously token resistance, and soon the blond woman was cradling him in her arms while she shoveled various colored mush into his mouth while she kept up a constant chatter of baby talk. Twice a blob of food fell onto her breast, and rather than scoop it up with the spoon she raised her boob to his mouth and had him lick it off. Every once in a while she’d manage to take a bite of her taco, giving him a short reprieve.             “Can’t really taste my carne asado,” she told him with a smile. “Its flavor gets masked by the fumes coming from your rear. What do you say we take care of that diaper?” She laid Chris down on the beach towel, set his diaper cover off to the side, and got to work. She’d barely begun to untape him when her two friends joined her, one on each side of the dirty baby. The brunette took ribbing from the other two as she constantly turned her head away to gag as the cleaning process took place.             “It looks so tiny,” she said as she helped clean his penis with a wipe. “No wonder she never said anything about having a baby of her own. I’m guessing it’s less embarrassing to have strange women clean poop off it than to expose it for the first time to a woman you’ve met on Tinder and expect to have sex with.”             “If that was even possible,” the redhead added. “But I guess that’s moot now. She’s as sexless as any other baby, at least until her boobs come in.” She giggled at the image in her head. “That should be interesting for her mommy. I wonder if she’ll go through puberty.”             “Well, she’s already wearing protection from all the nasty things coming out of her body,” the blond said as she grabbed the powder. “And like any other girl, has pretty much a lifetime of that ahead of her. Oh, look. The poor thing is crying.”             Chris rejoined her family just as fireworks began appearing over the water. Pondering what he’d heard that night, he cuddled close to Amy and nuzzled his head on her shoulder. He was confused and his head was spinning. His initial reaction when he heard Amy’s plans for him was anger and resentment, but then he saw the pride and love in Amy’s eyes as she spoke. He should have been upset at having his diaper changed by three strangers and by their commentary as they wiped him clean, but he also felt their acceptance of his status—no, that wasn’t the right word, it was their affection, something he never felt from anyone other than Amy in his adult life. And there was that question again he’d tried to bury. He wanted to resist his treatment, he thought he wanted his adult life back, but did he really? Was it really all that wonderful? The next thing Chris knew, he awoke in his crib as the women scurried around in the next room to pack everything up to leave.  

The longest I ever stay in a single diaper without a change is when I am sleeping and that can be up to about 10 hours at the max.