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By astrodiaper · Posted
At work, so the only padding I have is in my backpack. I wore a LFB Baby Parade for church and bed. I wet it before I went to bed and wet it again as I got ready to come out to work. Leaked slightly. -
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By wetdiaper55 · Posted
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By LittleYena · Posted
Jace's rain grey eyes flicked open, locking onto her face with a somewhat manic intensity. His whole body was full of fear and stress. Fortunately Anya's mere presence seemed to be a balm on the little boy's frayed nerves, as his sobs became less pronounced. He clung to her as tightly as his weak hands would allow. In between his now quieter sobs he managed to speak. "B-bad dream, scary, was a bad boy... got locked out." -
By LilGirlLya · Posted
Willow followed a few steps behind, dodging the muddy spots she had left in her wake on the carpet. The kindness so far had been unsettling. She was obviously grateful for not being shot or having the police immediately called, her former teacher's mercy wasn't unappreciated, but everything about her serene demeanor and the way she would speak just soft enough that Willow would have to lean in to hear had her on edge, constantly guessing and trying to figure out what would come next. She sat on the bed as directed, smoothing out the towel under her before she did, she waited, eyes locked on Ms. Braginskaya, searching for some hint that might suggest a change in mood or potential harm being directed at her. She expected her captor to lash out but she didn't and that just kept the tension in her shoulders so very tightly wound. Willow took the gown first, she was thankful to be allowed to put on some clothes before whatever would come next, the pull-up though was shocking. The tone was so confident that Willow didn't question the command for a second. She anxiously nodded taking the thing and shimming it up her legs and onto her narrow hips. Her heart pounded as she sat back down in the toddler underwear. It was snug, for sure, but that it didn't just snap instantly was disconcerting and reinforced just how powerless she felt in the moment.
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