Rainbow Diapers

Works for me now too, must have been a short outage. Pretty crappy.

Nice to see them offering adaptive options!

Mission Improbable (Part 8 of 13)   When Tracy woke up, she felt a little like she was cuddling an octopus. Not in a cold and clammy way, but there were limbs everywhere. There were arms wrapped around her from both directions, a warm breath tickling her neck and soft, bunched-up cotton against her face.   Tracy opened her eyes. The morning sunlight filtered in through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the bed and the three naked bodies on it. Well, one naked and two almost naked bodies. Kat's tank top had slid up and she had managed to get one of her arms out of it, exposing half her chest.   Tracy smiled and reached down to check her diaper. Still dry. She tried to wriggle out from between Kat and Cory.   "Don't," Cory murmured from behind Tracy's back. She slid closer to pin Tracy in place.   "Hmm?" Kat opened her eyes. She pulled her tank top away from her face and looked down at Tracy. "G'morning," she said sleepily.   "Hey," Tracy replied, suddenly feeling very awkward lying between the two women.   Kat noticed how high up her top was and grinned mischievously. "Aww, did my little baby want some breakfast?"   Tracy blushed furiously as Cory chuckled behind her back.   "Be nice babe," Cory said and brushed the hair out of Tracy's face. "You don't always have to try to embarrass people you know."   Tracy wasn't quite sure how she felt about Cory defending her like that. I felt nice to have an ally against Kat, but on the other hand, she did kind of like it when Kat babied her. Up to a point, at least, and as long as it was in private.   "I'm sorry sweetie." Kat kissed Tracy's forehead. Then she reached over her to run her fingers through Cory's hair. "So, did the two of you sleep well?"   "Like a log." Cory reached over Tracy to grab Kat's butt. "But next time we do this, we do it at my place. My bed is bigger."   "Mmmm, now you're just giving me ideas." Kat smiled.   Cory moved her hand from Kat's butt to Tracy's hip, letting it rest on the plastic of her diaper. Do you two want some time alone to... you know, handle things?"   Kat looked down at Tracy again. "Well Häschen? Do you need to be changed?"   "Kaaat," Tracy whined, her cheeks reddening again at how straight-forward Kat was being about her using diapers.   "Oh come on. You've been lying between us wearing nothing but a diaper the whole night." Kat leaned closer and whispered theatrically: "I think Cory may have noticed it."   "No, I'm still dry," Tracy mumbled into Kat's chest where she'd buried her pink face.   "Well, I have work in a little while, so I have to get going anyway." Cory sat up and half crawled, half slid off the bed. Standing naked in the stripy morning light, she stretched and sighed softly, looking like something out of a soft-core porno movie. Then she cracked her neck, immediately ruining that mental image.   Tracy watched her before looking back at Kat. "Kat, you're drooling," she said, amused that Kat actually reached up to the corner of her mouth.   Cory laughed. She leaned down and gave Tracy a kiss on the cheek, then she gave Kat a significantly longer kiss on the lips. Tracy couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy at that kiss, although she wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to be the one to kiss Kat like that, or if she also wanted a kiss like that. Before Tracy could make up her mind, however, Cory had left the room.   While Cory got dressed in the living room, Kat played with Tracy's hair. "So..." she said when they heard the front door close, "are you still OK with this?"   Tracy thought about it a little while before she spoke. "I didn't expect her to be so..." She paused.   "Unbelievably hot?" Kat suggested.   "Yeah, that too," Tracy admitted. "But I was going to say 'nice'."   "Aww, I just knew you'd like your new auntie."   "Kat." Tracy rolled her eyes.   "Oh stop that. You can let mommy have a little fun with her little bunny." Kat pulled Tracy closer and nuzzled her neck.   "Mmm-kay," Tracy murmured as a delicious shiver made its way down her back to set up camp between her legs. She gave a small gasp as Kat's hand found its way down there as well.   "Are you sure you're still dry?"   "Mm-hmm."   "Well, it's a shame to waste a perfectly good diaper, so I'm not changing you until you're wet." Kat ran her hand slowly across the taut, white plastic.   "But Kat..." Tracy began.   "Sshhh." Kat began to slowly rock Tracy back and forth. "Just relax. Let it all out. It's OK."   "But I can't do it like this. Not with you holding your hand...there."   Kat just kept rocking Tracy and stroking her diaper. "It's OK. Just relax and let it go," she repeated over and over until it was almost like a mantra.   The warm sun, the gentle rocking and Kat's whisper all made Tracy feel like she was floating on a cloud. A soft, fluffy cloud that smelled just like Kat. She leaned her head against Kat's chest and closed her eyes. Listened for her heartbeat; inhaled her scent.   God, she smells good.   Then, after a little while, there was a momentary twinge of pressure, followed by the familiar bloom of heat spreading across her crotch and down between her legs.   "Kat, I-"   "Shhh. I know." Kat leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting her hair fall to create a golden cage for their faces. She kept stroking Tracy's diaper and rocking her. "Just relax; just let it all come out," she whispered.   Tracy felt divided. Part of her wanted to just snuggle up to Kat and let her take care of her, floating away on that imaginary cloud for the rest of the day. Another part said that she should get dressed and get to work. After all, there were blackmailers to expose and money to be made. The former won out, at least for the time being, and Tracy surrendered herself to Kat's gentle touch.   "That's a good girl," Kat whispered. "Such a good little girl."   Tracy closed her eyes and sighed. She couldn't help smiling at the praise, despite its childish tone. She wasn't really a big fan of Kat talking to her as if she was a baby, but right now it just felt... right. She was Kat's little girl. It had felt so perfect spending the night just being held by Kat and Auntie Cory...   Tracy stopped herself. Did she actually already think of Cory as 'Auntie Cory'? Was she really ready to share Kat with someone else? Share Kat's... love? And was she ready to share herself with Cory? Figuring out her relationship with Kat had been hard. And adding another variable to that equation would only make it that much more complex.   All these thoughts whirled around Tracy's mind as she lay close to Kat. Kat's hand between her legs, stroking her wet diaper; not so much arousing her as reassuring her that Kat would love her no matter what she decided. Kat's arm around her, holding her close and making her feel safe and protected. And Kat's hand gently petting her hair...   Hang on. Three?   Tracy paused as basic arithmetic and anatomy caught up with her. She opened her eyes to see two pairs of eyes looking adoringly down at her. One pair framed by a blonde rats' nest, and the other, a luscious auburn mane.   "Cory? What..."   "I forgot my bag," Cory said sheepishly. "And then I heard the two of you. When I peeked, you looked so adorable that I just couldn't help it. And Kat said it was OK."   Tracy suddenly became extremely aware of her very wet diaper. "Did you watch when I..." Tracy felt as if her entire face burned with embarrassment.   "Um... kinda, yeah," Cory said. "But you don't have to feel ashamed about it," she quickly added. "I know how you feel. Trust me."   Tracy looked away. She felt like she wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever, but Cory slipped a hand under her cheek and turned her face to look into her eyes.   "Trust me," she said. Something in her eyes stirred something deep inside Tracy. A feeling of kinship maybe? Of mutual experiences?   "Have you...?" Tracy asked hesitantly.   Cory nodded.   "Still?"   Cory shook her head. "It wasn't my thing," she said and looked away. After a few seconds, she stroked Tracy's cheek. "But I'm glad Kat's found someone. Someone to care for. This way, I mean."   Cory stood. "I'm sorry for intruding like this. I didn't mean to..." She paused. "Can you forgive me?"   Tracy didn't say anything, but reached out for Cory's hand. When Cory offered it, Tracy brought it to her face, letting it cup her cheek as she kissed the palm. Cory breathed an audible sigh of... relief? Then she hurried out again, leaving Kat and Tracy alone once more.   "Weeeell... that went well," Kat said after a long, awkward silence. Tracy looked up at her and Kat looked back. Then she began to laugh. A giggle at first, but soon they were both rolling on the bed, laughing and gasping for breath. Kat almost fell off the bed and Tracy was pretty sure her diaper got just a little bit wetter.   Eventually they both calmed down enough to talk without breaking into new fits of laughter. Kat held Tracy close and rested her head against her chest. Tracy wondered if she should play into Kat's mommy-thing and seek out her breast, but decided against it.   Maybe another time. If I do it now, we're never getting out of here.   "I'm sorry," Kat said. "I shouldn't have invited Cory back in without checking with you first. I wasn't really thinking."   "It's OK," Tracy said, drawing lazy, little circles on Kat's stomach. "I think I'm going to have to have a little talk with her about a few things though."   "Oh?"   Tracy nodded. "But not just yet."   They lay there for a while longer, just enjoying the closeness. Eventually, Kat spoke again.   "So, I suppose we should get you cleaned up and changed."   Tracy sighed. "Yeah, I guess it's time."   Kat grabbed a box of wipes and knelt between Tracy's legs. After slipping a small towel under Tracy's butt, she undid the diaper and pulled it off. Despite the warm room, Tracy couldn't suppress a shiver as the fresh air hit her clammy skin.   Kat quickly pulled Tracy's diaper out from under her and rolled it up. Then she began cleaning her. Tracy giggled as the edges of the wipes tickled her inner thighs.   "You like that?"   "Yeah. It tickles." Tracy answered while biting the tip of her thumb.   "Well, try to stay still Häschen; we're almost done."   A minute later, Kat crawled backwards off the bed and stood, leaving Tracy lying naked and spread-eagled on a tiny towel on the bed. She picked up the wet diaper and the used wipes and put them in a plastic bag.   "And does my little baby want a nice, fresh diaper?"   "Yeah, kinda. But I might have a meeting with a client so I think I should pass?"   "Are you suuuuuure?" Kat waved one of Tracy's diapers back and forth. "These look aaawwwfully comfy?"   Tracy smiled. "Maybe later. When this whole mess is done."   "OK." Kat sounded mildly disappointed. She put the diaper down. "Can I at least make sure you eat a proper breakfast before you go?"   Tracy pretended to think about it. "Okay," she said, trying to make it sound like a big sacrifice. Kat rolled her eyes and left the bedroom.   Tracy picked up her clothes and dressed quickly. She felt sort of sticky with day-old sweat and decided that a long, hot shower would be at the top of her to-do list for when she got home.   When she walked through the door Kat handed her a fresh cup of coffee and a bread roll. Tracy sipped the coffee and sat down to check the results of the malware scrubber. According to the summary on the laptop, the computer, and four of the thumb drives had all been infected, but the phone and drone controller had been clean.   I guess they didn't have time for those.   Tracy updated her defence programs to look for similar programs. She also sent the quarantined malware files to a couple of hacker acquaintances. Then she took the phone off airplane mode and checked the messages that had accumulated over the last eighteen hours. A few spam messages that had managed to evade her spam filter, two messages with some background information for an old case that she had finished already and a reminder to renew a subscription to a website. None of them were particularly important. The only thing that really mattered was the message from Marko that had been sent only two hours earlier.   According to the long, rambling message, Marko had found half a dozen cameras and microphones in her office. He also said that he cleared them out and installed a couple of cameras to keep an eye on the door and windows in case someone else broke in. The passwords and frequencies for them had been left on a thumb drive with "the old guy in the parking garage".   Tracy bit into the roll which sprayed a shower of crumbs and earned her a disapproving look from Kat.   "What. You gave it to me. Did you expect me not to eat it?"   Kat rolled her eyes. "Just get out of here before you spill your coffee too."   "Okay mom." Tracy tried to sound like an exasperated teenager. "Talk to you tonight?"   "Sure sweetie. Try not to get bugged again." She gave Trace a quick smack on her butt as she wrestled the suitcase with all her electronics out the door.     ***     Tracy wrapped the towel around her head like a turban and tied the bathrobe closed before leaving her bathroom. Showering had felt wonderful and it had been the second thing she did after entering her office. The first had been to change all the frequencies and passwords on the hidden cameras Marko had installed for her.   She sat down at her desk and began putting her thumb drives and other electronics back in their place. Then she started up the laptop and continued going through the records she had been working on the day before.   Annoyingly, the final records yielded no useful information and Tracy glared at the computer screen.   "Why couldn't you be the regular kind of stupid target," she growled at the screen. "Just parking near surveillance cameras, or using crap equipment. But nooooo. You had to be good at your job; and have equipment that's so expensive and fancy that Marko needed new underwear after seeing it. And, and..." Tracy's little rant was interrupted by her burner phone ringing. It was Ms Wilford.   "Yes?" Tracy sat up straighter. Ms. Wilford couldn't see her, but it still felt right to seem somewhat professional, even if she was only on the phone. And was wearing a bathrobe.   "Ms. Bullit. Are you free for dinner? My client would like to meet."   "Um, yes, dinner's fine,"   "Good. You familiar with El Campo Verde?"   "No," Tracy admitted. "I can't say the name rings a bell."   "It's a god-awful, Mexican sports bar downtown." Tracy could hear Ms. Wilford's grimace of disapproval.   "And that's where he wants to meet?"   "Thank god, no. But there's a small Indian restaurant above it that serves a surprisingly decent chicken korma. Seven thirty." Ms. Wilford hung up before Tracy had time to answer.   "Well, I guess I'm having Indian tonight," Tracy said to the dead phone line.     ***     Finding El Campo Verde proved to be easier than Tracy had expected. Things there were so loud they could probably be heard half a block away. Tracy put one of her smallest drones on top of the sun shade to act as a spy camera before leaving the car and locking it.   Getting to the door of the Indian restaurant was almost like an obstacle course of chairs and bodies. The sports bar was packed with people; many of them dressed in black and purple football jerseys. When Tracy finally managed to reach the door and climb the stairs on the other side, the noise abated somewhat, but it was still loud enough to make it hard to hear what was being said six feet away. Tracy was beginning to see why Ms. Wilford had picked this place for their meeting. Unless there was a microphone at their table, it would be virtually impossible to hear what they said.   "Yes? Can I help you?" Tracy's train of thought was interrupted as a short man in a bright green Nehru jacket. Tracy was relieved that he didn't have a fake Indian accent. It really wouldn't have matched his pale, freckled skin and ginger hair.   "Ms. Wilford's party?" Tracy looked around the man, trying to get a look at the other guests. She needn't have bothered. The place was almost empty.   "This way please." The man led Tracy around a corner to a table where Ms. Wilford sat with a handsome, dark-haired man in his late thirties.   "Ah, Ms. Bullit. Please sit." Ms. Wilford gestured to one of the empty chairs.   "Ms. Wilford." Tracy sat down. "Mr...?"   "Novak. Gustav Novak." Mr. Novak had a little bit of a generic eastern European accent.   Tracy sat down and picked up the menu.   "Oh, we're not here for the food," Ms. Wilford said. Just as she did, a roar of noise rose from the bar.   "Ah, I see." Tracy looked around. "Well, the decor is nicer than the street market."   "Now let's make this quick. We only have..." Ms. Wilford checked her watch, "...a little over ten minutes until half-time."   "Right. So like I told you before, I think the ransomware and blackmail was just a smokescreen for your loss of that deposition. I'm guessing you still haven't heard from them?"   Ms. Wilford shook her head.   "Hang on. Blackmail?" Mr. Novak looked from Ms. Wilford to Tracy and back again. "Nobody said anything about blackmail."   "They weren't blackmailing you Gustav." Her lack of patience audible.   "Now, you said the deposition you lost was related to a divorce case; I'm guessing yours Mr. Novak. And you have no non-digital records of it?"   "God, who uses those any more," Ms. Wilford said dismissively.   "And is there enough money to justify the use of equipment so sophisticated that it makes my security guy drool?"   "Easily," Mr Novak said. "My wife may not be a technical genius, but she knows how to spend money wisely. If she hired people for something, she would hire very well qualified people."   "I guess the easiest way to find any information linking her to this whole thing would be to have a peek at her computer." Tracy picked up one of the small cakes that looked like a coil of rope and took a bite.   "Thought about that. Whatever computer she used is either long gone or, more likely, cut off from the net."   "So we reconnect it. You could probably do that Mr. Novak, right?"   "Hardly. Whenever I'm in the house, she has a guy watching my every move. I wouldn't even be able to get into her office during her parties."   "Parties?" Tracy and Ms. Wilford both asked.   "She hosts these wild sex-parties every month or so. I told you about those, didn't I?"   "No, you most certainly did not. So it's not just that she's trading you in for a younger model, it's this too?"   "Well, yes," Mr. Novak admitted. "Anyway, like I said, even if I were to go to one of those parties, I wouldn't be able to slip away."   "Well, if we were to get someone else to break in, that'd be illegal and legally I can't have any part in that."   "Of course, of course." Tracy nodded, her expression one of faux seriousness. "I wouldn't dream of getting you involved in anything unethical."   Ms. Wilford rose. "I have to get going. I hope you both have a good evening."   "Oh, before you leave, do you know any reliable computer intrusion specialists. I may have a lead on a completely unrelated matter. Absolutely nothing to do with this whatsoever."   "Of course. Call me when you have the details. I may know someone." Ms. Wilford nodded to the waiter and then headed for the door.   When the door closed behind her, Mr. Novak turned to Tracy. "What was that about?"   "Oh, we're totally breaking in to snoop through your wife's computer. We just can't say it in front of her. This way, she can claim we lied to her if we get in trouble."   Mr. Novak nodded. "And the computer intrusion specialist?"   "A hacker. I can do your everyday, run-of-the-mill hacks, but based on what you said about your wife's hiring practices, we're going to need somebody who is a lot better than me."   Tracy noticed there was a lull in the noise from downstairs. "Maybe we should get some food while we wait for the second half of the match to start." Tracy eyed the menu hungrily. "How long do these half-time breaks last?"   "Only fifteen minutes."   "A quick snack then."   Five minutes later there was a small tray of some kind of deep-fried, small buns on the table along with cups of milky tea with a deliciously spicy smell. Tracy and Mr. Novak sipped their tea silently and waited for the second half of the match to start.   "So what are you planning?" Mr. Novak asked once the noise had risen to an acceptable level again.   "Your wife's parties; what kind of party are we talking about?"   "What do you mean?"   "Swingers? Furries? Good, old-fashioned orgies?"   "They spank each other. And lead each other around on leashes and things like that," Mr. Novak said, obviously feeling very awkward.   "Ah, I see." Tracy took another sip of tea. "Did you ever go to any of these parties?"   "Good heavens no. I steer well clear of the house whenever she throws them."   "Well, you're going to the next one. Do you know when it is?"   "Sometime next week. Friday or Saturday, I think. I was planning to leave town for the whole week."   "Find a reason to stay. We're crashing the party."   "You and me?" Mr. Novak's eyes were wide with surprise.   "Oh no. Your wife's people undoubtedly know my face. But I think that could work in our favour." Tracy sat back. She had the beginning of a plan.     ***

Or maybe twosies. https://www.jcpenney.com/s?searchType=Predictive+Search&searchTerm=adaptive+clothing+boys&predSearchTerm=adapti   Some of these onesies if you select the Husky XXL are about the same as a Men's Medium.   I called them twosies because there is the outer printed t-shirt and an inner onesie. Definitely not for hot summer days.   There are some much smaller ones on the girls page.

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