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By diaperjack101 · Posted
I'm not sure why some of us get all crazy about cleaning up a messy diaper. There is a way to do this without grossing out others or yourself. First, I always use internal deodorants (chlorophyll) daily. My poo isn't that bad. It might not be a bouquet of roses but the smell isn't terrible. I've been using these for years. It works. Second, I also use psyllium husk (like Metamucil). Everyday. It gives me gigantic loads (multiple) and fairly solid. Not actually firm but it's no way like super soft. You can wear your diapers all the time. I do so almost everyday. I love to do some "fiber loading" a few days before I know I'll be able to spend some time. It's healthy (along with a good diet). Using psyllium the load is massive but it doesn't really smear my skin. Clean-up is fast and easy. Sure, you can use oat meal if you want to. But I like feeling the actual pooing. I don't push or strain. When I know I have to go, I just let it go naturally. I like a strong surge that spreads up around my crotch. When I'm doing some fiber loading, I can expect several massive loads. Usually I'll have about 3+ poos every 2 or 3 hours. I've had these when I'm at the library, my coffee shop and sometimes when I'm playing golf. I'm retired and I have all the time I like. Now you'll have to excuse me while I go do whatever I want. All the time. -
By Crinklz Kat · Posted
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By Little BabyDoll Christine · Posted
After a long bubble bath, from which I still smell like the BabyDoll Bubble Bath, I have been in a BabyDoll diaper with a rather thick insert. 3 rubber panties and a pearl colored babydoll. I have not wet yet and will not be in bed until I do. Doll Andrea and Dolly Lisa cannot wait until I am in bed with them -
By Crinklz Kat · Posted
I have no idea how close the ABU Kiddo were in the cut/fit of the actual Kiddo brand. (Kiddo launching in the US might be the principal reason that it was discontinued from ABU - but that's conjecture). They fit me OK - but I wear XL, which the regular Kiddo line does not yet come in. I also only ever used them in the daytime as the very few times I ever tried wearing to bed I was guaranteed leaks. If they ever do come out with an XL I'll probably still buy some - basically a mixed case so I have a few of several different styles. But they'll never be my primary choice. -
By PeculiarChangeling · Posted
Chapter Fifteen Daniel fumed to himself, letting his thundercloud of frustration carry him through the halls of the university. Nobody stopped him, and nobody got in his way–he got a few looks, but his foul mood kept away any further bullying. He was going to have to deal with those girls again–they’d caught the scent of weakness on him. He’d almost had them off his back, almost clear of the trouble. Everyone knew the best way to shed a bully was to stand your ground and show you didn’t care, and he’d been so close to that goal…and then Jen had gone and shoved her nose in where it didn’t belong. Even if she had good intentions, she’d just set him up for weeks of further harassment. “Idiot,” he muttered to himself, though he couldn’t have said who the word was directed at–Jen, for stoking his bullying problem, or himself, for putting himself in that position to begin with. Storming past the great hall where students had begun to find seats for lunch, he paused. He was starving, more than ready for a meal. He could look for his coven and try to sit with them, get a bite, vent to some of the girls who'd been friendly, but instead he continued past. Putting the whole school behind him, he ducked down a side hall in the direction of his dorm room. He only went halfway down the hall, instead turning to knock on a very particular door. His gesture was met with giggles. “You know, the knocking doesn't really help with anything,” Ismella pointed out. “What are you going to do, walk in on me while I'm changing?” Daniel shrugged, pursing his lips. “It's the principle of the matter–and for the record, this is my second time coming to visit you.” Ismella didn't respond for a couple seconds. “Thanks.” “Can I come in?” He asked, gesturing to the door. “Or are you not decent?” “That’s mean.” “But you just–” “Only ghosts get to make ghost jokes.” She waited just long enough to make Daniel think he might have genuinely upset her before giggling again. “Come in, dummy.” He pushed open the door to the defunct classroom, pulling up a chair and leaning back. “How have you been?” “Hell if I know. Ghost memory, remember?” Daniel thumped the palm of his hand against his forehead–she couldn't sort her long term memories, of course she wouldn't be able to answer that. “Right. Sorry, I just…never know what to say when I'm small talking.” “So…skip the small talk.” Her voice didn't sound like it was coming from a specific point, but Daniel still got the sense that she'd leaned herself against the desk at the front of the room. Daniel almost cut straight to asking about the mysterious voice he heard, but his mouth started running before he knew why he wanted to say it. “I'm so fucking sick of people treating me like I'm incompetent.” He blinked, catching up with his own words, but once he got up to speed he kept going. “Like, I know I'm not the best at fine control, but I'm not helpless, I'm not some baby bird that needs its mommy just to eat.” Realizing the setup he'd put down, he waited for the inevitable “baby” joke, but none came. Ismella waited for a moment, and when he didn't continue, she asked, “What happened?” “I was in the library with Jen,” he explained. “Do you remember her? Glasses, big blue eyes, always has that scarf–she was with me when I overheard the voice.” “I still haven't been able to remember that,” Ismella admitted. “Sorry–I did try, though, I promise.” “Eh, it's alright,” Daniel said, leaning back a bit further in the chair, pushing the front legs off the ground so he could recline. “It doesn't matter. We'd been trying to get into the restricted section, but after we gave up and I left, these other girls started giving me shit.” “Oh, yeah. Bullies suck–and, don't take this the wrong way, but you're kind of an easy target.” “I know, and that's…whatever. I don't care. But I was handling it, until Jen decided to intervene, and just–you know how bullies work, right? Stand up to them, they leave you alone, but now it looks like I have to run crying to someone else for help every time I'm in trouble.” “What did she do?” Ismella asked, voice seeming closer than it had a moment before. “She just…kinda got in their faces, told them to leave me alone,” Daniel explained, shrugging. “It's not how she did it, it's that she did it.” He felt a slight tingle on his shoulder, like a gentle touch. “I'm sure she was just trying to help.” “Yeah, well, that's the thing. I didn't need her help, I didn't want her help, but she just assumed I couldn't take care of myself.” He shrugged his shoulder, brushing off her phantom touch. “I don't need her to fight my battles. I don't need my coven to act like I can't hack it, either. Everyone at this school either thinks I'm useless, or they hate me, or both.” The room fell silent, and the pins-and-needles contact faded. “I don't think you're useless.” He couldn't help but smile. “Hey, you don't know any tricks for getting into the restricted section of the library, do you?” “I'm a third year,” Ismella explained, managing to sound like she was shrugging. “Or…I was. I didn't need any tricks.” Daniel snorted. “That tracks with my luck.” “Hmm?” “I have a third year friend’,” Daniel explained, “But you’re the one person in the school who’s probably least able to help me get into the library.” “Oh…yeah. I'm sorry I can't help more.” She'd fallen quiet, or perhaps moved to be distant, it was hard to tell. “It's okay, it's not your fault,” Daniel assured her, sitting forward. “Just…” He glanced down, frowning. His watch read 12:46, well over halfway through his lunch period. “Oh, hell,” he said, getting to his feet. So much for having plenty of time. “I'm going to be late.” “What's your next class?” “P.E.,” he replied. “‘Voxavin Practice’, I guess, so I’ll be learning what that is.” Excited, Ismella quickly asked, “You’ve never seen Voxavin?” “I mean, I’m aware of it, but I never watched much sports,” Daniel began. “It’s like, group dueling, kind of, right?” “I mean, if rugby is group wrestling, sure,” she said. “It's–it’s the best. If you see Penny, tell her I said hi, okay?” Daniel nodded, shifting from foot to foot. “I will, but I really need to go. See you soon?” “Please,” she replied. “It…gets boring here.” He nodded, rushing to the door. “Oh, Daniel,” Ismella added, interrupting him before he could leave. Glancing over his shoulder, he asked, “Yeah?” “I can see your diaper under your skirt, you, um…might want to do something about that.” Blushing, Daniel pulled down at the hem of his garment, trying not to direct his frustration at Ismella. “Thanks…” Hurrying out the door, he looked left and right, trying to make a quick decision. He was starving, he needed a change, and his next class was coming up fast. There wasn't time to deal with all three, he'd have to skip a meal, skip a diaper change, or be late to class. He was already on thin ice with the faculty, and his stomach was growling furiously at the mere idea of skipping a meal, so… Grumbling, he turned left, speedwalking towards the great hall. He needed lunch. Besides–he was wet, but it's not like he'd soaked the thing to capacity. There was barely any smell, and unless someone got a good look at the wetness indicator stripe, he doubted they'd notice. (Right?) Checking that the coast was clear, he walked out of the side hall and pushed open the double doors, rushing inside. Meals worked on a conveyor system, plates of food floating down a current of power across the long bench tables that cut across the dining hall. Hopping up the nearest available spot where he could reach without leaning over someone, Daniel snagged a plate with a couple slices of pizza. He folded the first in half, eating it in a handful of bites, mindful of the moments slipping by. While he hurried through the meal, he heard another set of doors fly open and glanced over. Cassandra rushed in, mirroring Daniel’s own haste, scooping up an available sandwich and devouring it in huge, hungry bites. The two of them made eye contact, sharing a brief moment of acknowledgement before returning to their respective face-stuffing. With six minutes to spare, he tossed down the empty plate, just in time for Cassie to rush past him to the door. Jogging to follow, he kept a hand on his plain pointed hat so that it wouldn’t blow away as he asked, “Do you know the way?” She shrugged. “Sorta?” They ran down the hall together, puffing for breath. “Well at least we'll both be late together,” he said, struggling to keep up–he wanted to blame his speed on having shorter legs than Cassie, and the heavy diaper chafing and rubbing between his thighs didn't help, but mostly he just wasn't much of a cardio person. Or a weight lifting person. Or a stretching person. Or a– He just wasn't an active person, really. Daniel managed to keep up with Cassie as they jogged down the austere university halls, weaving through other girls who were on their way to their own classes. They made it, barely. The marble hallway split out into a wide V, with open archways instead of walls separating them from the university’s athletics complex. On the other side of the open archways were bleacher-style stairs that went down, offering both seating and a walking path to get down to a lower level, punctuated by ramps every forty feet or so. Seven hexagonal sections were arranged below, each roughly the size of a pair of tennis courts set side-to-side, marked with chalk lines in a labyrinthian pattern. Each hexagon would be a Voxavin court, though with no barriers between them, it seemed that they would have a lot of interference from adjacent games. Each court had also been prepared with several large barrels marked with red hazard symbols, which made Daniel think of every arcade game ever, half-expecting that the barrels would explode at a glance. Fourteen sets of girls waited in the hexagons–separated into two teams in each–and a quick glance told Daniel that these were all covens. Six girls were in each team, save for one cluster off to the far left, where four familiar faces were waiting for the rest of their coven to arrive. Hopping down the stairs two at a time, he scrambled alongside Cassie to catch up with their group before the bell struck one. “What were you two doing?” Hazel asked, as the final pair of their coven ran into their hex, panting and wheezing as they caught their breaths. “Lost track of time,” Cassie panted. “Got sidetracked,” Daniel confirmed. “You two move fast,” Manju added, snickering. Mathilde groaned, but Daniel just rolled his eyes, blowing off the comment. “We weren’t doing things together, we just ran into each other because we were both late to getting food,” he explained, glancing at Cassie, who wore a rather pronounced blush. “Right?” Nodding, Cassandra added, “Yeah, I just forgot some books and then when I went back to get them I kinda spaced. We weren’t–yeah.” “Oh, hey, sorry,” Manju said quickly. “I was just–I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable.” Cassie shrugged, looking over to the end of the athletics compound, where a tall, slightly overweight woman wearing a light top and yoga pants under her uniform skirt stepped up. “It’s fine.” “Shh, class is starting,” Asami added, turning to fully face their teacher. Catherine Glinse cleared her throat, reaching up to tap her wand–a simple wooden thing that’d been painted with the school’s colors–to her throat, before beginning to speak words that were conveyed to every student's ears with volume and clarity. “Welcome to Voxavin,” she announced. “The most important class of your life.” ... Taxes ended up being a big problem this year, with a major bill being sent my way that totally wiped out my savings. If you're able to pitch in a little support, I'd very much appreciate it. 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