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By HappyNappin · Posted
Ah I'm pretty sure I know exactly which company this is, I experienced exactly the same thing, it took almost a month to actually dispatch my order, but then it was delivered the next day. I don't know if there too busy actually making the products to actually post them out or if they wait until there's a van load of stuff for the courier to pick up. Either way, there snappy vests are very good quality, mine lasted for years wearing them every day at work. The fit is kinda weird though, very large made compared with other disability clothing, they could be doing with a slim fit range -
By Sarah_Hillcrest · Posted
Chapter 11 Pumpkin took a drink of her latte and smiled big, “Wow, so he really offered to daddy you?” “Yeah, so?” Daniella asked. Pumpkin put down the cup and cocked her head. “Well, It's just that, Logan’s kind of… Well it’s just he’s selective.” “So I should be proud or something?” “Yeah, he must see something in you. What I mean is that he’s not into one night stands, he doesn’t take in strays, you saw how bare his fetlife account is?” Daniella nodded and absent mindedly looked around Boardwalk Brew. The coffee shop was one of those boutique places with mismatched furniture and warm string lights zigzagging across the ceiling. A chalkboard menu behind the counter listed drinks with names like “Cinnamon Cloud” and “Autumn Hug.” Indie music played just loud enough to fill silences, and a shelf near the door overflowed with books and board games no one ever actually played. The front windows looked out onto the little town square, which had recently been decorated for Christmas. Pumpkin leaned forward, her tone softening. “What I mean is… Logan doesn’t chase people. If he’s giving you that kind of offer, it’s because he thinks you’re worth investing in.” Daniella stirred her coffee absentmindedly. “He said I’d have to wear a diaper and call him Daddy and give up bathroom privileges for the night. That’s not investing. That’s… weird.” Pumpkin smiled again, but it wasn’t mocking. “Of course it’s weird. All of this is weird, until it’s not. That’s how it works. Littlespace doesn’t make sense from the outside. It’s like a language you have to live in to understand.” Daniella looked out the window, then back down at her cup. “I just don’t get it, I’m supposed to hand over control? Let someone dress me, change me, decide when I go to bed?” “You’d be surprised how freeing that can be,” Pumpkin said, tracing the rim of her mug with one finger. “But only if you want it. Only if it fits you. No one’s going to force you. Logan least of all.” “OK, but this whole, ‘you must submit to me, call me Sir, call me Daddy, I will control your life and make everything, better doesn’t it feel kind of… cultish.” Daniella’s voice dropped, and she glanced around as if afraid someone might overhear. Pumpkin let out a short breath through her nose and nodded slowly. “Yeah. It can look that way. People seem so deep into it, like they’ve given up their own agency.” Daniella leaned back in her chair, arms crossed tightly. “Exactly.” “But here’s the thing,” Pumpkin said, her tone leveling. “A cult takes away your choices. Littlespace, real Littlespace, with a partner who respects you, gives you a safe space to surrender choice voluntarily. You can say no. You can walk away. You already did. What happened when you told him no and left?” Daniella stared into her coffee, the foam starting to break apart. “He was nice, just left the offer open if I changed my mind.” Pumpkin leaned closer. “See, no pressure. I speak with experience, you can trust Logan and Christopher.” Daniella twisted her face into a mischievous grin, “Wait, you’ve done it?” Pumpkin smiled and blushed a bit, “Yes, Logan’s a sweetheart, but I prefer my Daddy or Mommy to be a bit more… You’re not old enough to hear this,” Daniella nearly spit out her coffee and the two of them giggled so hard an older couple gave them the side eye. Pumpkin got herself under control and took the volume down a notch, “Lets get back to basics here, first off. You had no interest in ABDL before you met Christopher, right?” “Yeah, I mean I knew it was a kink, vaguely I guess, but I never thought about it.” Daniella answered. Pumpkin nodded “Excuse me for asking, but how long have you been transitioning?” Daniella knew the correct answer to this question would set off red flags. Technically it’d only been a couple months and it was pretty much impossible for most biological males to look as feminine as she did now in two months of transition. “Over a year now,” she lied. “And Christopher is your first ‘boyfriend’ I guess?” Daniella blushed, she still hadn’t wrapped her mind around the fact that she was attracted to guys now. “Yeah,” she said. Pumpkin leaned even closer, “And you’ve not even worn a diaper yet, have you?” she asked. “Nope, I mean not since I was two. ” Pumpkin smiled and slapped the table, “I’ve got the answer, you need to dip your toes in. I’ll host a “littles game night Friday. You can get padded up in private, even borrow something cute to wear if you want. Nothing too kinky, just a social event.” Daniella frowned and crossed her arms, “Who’s going to be there?” “No Christopher or Logan, probably Jack and Jill, Charlie might come. Do you play Catan?” “No but I’m a quick learner,” Daniella answered. Chapter 12 Emily smiled as she placed the home made pizza on the table, “OK guys, bon apatite. Martha lifted Jamie into his high chair and locked the tray in. “That smells amazing hun,” she said. Daniella poured three diet sodas and placed them at the table, then filled a bottle of apple juice for Jamie and sat it on his tray. The boy quickly plopped the bottle in his mouth. Martha began spooning out the salad. Soon the family was all gathered at the table and relishing in Emily’s cooking, which seemed to be getting better and better. “You should have invited Christopher over,” Emily said as she cut up a slice of pizza into tiny pieces for Jami. An awkward pause followed before Daniella said, “It’s a long drive for him.” “Ought oh, trouble in the boyfriend department?” Martha asked. Daniella rolled her eyes and took a sip of soda. “Not trouble, just… figuring things out.” Emily gave her a knowing look as she wiped pizza sauce off Jamie’s cheek. “Relationships are always complicated, especially when you’re still getting to know yourself.” “Exactly,” Daniella said, sounding a little too grateful for the out. “Besides, we’re not official or anything.” “Oh please,” Martha said, spearing a cherry tomato. “You bring him to the Fall Festival, feed him pudding at Thanksgiving, and now you’re dodging him like he’s contagious. Sounds official to me.” “I’m just taking a step back,” Daniella replied, pushing her salad around. “I’ve been trying to make space to figure out… what I want.” Martha raised an eyebrow. “And what do you want?” Daniella looked at her, then at Emily, then at Jamie who was happily munching on a piece of crust, juice dribbling down his chin. She shrugged. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Jamie banged his tray with glee, oblivious to the tension. Emily smiled softly. “Well, whatever it is, just make sure it’s something you want. Not what someone else wants you to be.” “I’m working on it,” Daniella said quietly. There was a lull as everyone returned to their food. Martha stood to grab napkins from the counter and winced, subtly crossing her legs. “Everything okay?” Emily asked. “Fine,” Martha muttered. “Just need to… take a quick break.” She shuffled toward the bathroom, leaving Daniella and Emily to exchange a glance. “Is she okay?” Daniella whispered. Emily leaned in, “I think she’s managing it.” A few minutes later Martha came in and sat down, “Sorry,” she said. “Is work going OK,” Daniella asked. “Actually it’s going great, I thought they would only need me 20 hours a week, but I’ve already worked 28 and it’s only Thursday,” Martha explained. Emily finished a bite of salad and said, “It’s got to be exhausting taking care of all those kids, one here is plenty of work.” “It is, but me and Hailey manage,” Martha answered. Daniella looked up “Who is Hailey?” “She’s the head caregiver, my boss I guess, but I’m technically like 40 years older than her,” Martha chuckled. “Oh by the way, I’m going out with her Friday night, dancing.” Daniella nearly dropped her fork. “Wait, what? You’re going dancing with your twenty-something boss?” Emily blinked in surprise, then smirked. “Well, look at you.” Martha grinned and took a sip of her soda. “What? I still got moves. Besides, she invited me. Thought it’d be fun.” “Fun?” Daniella echoed. “Do you even know what clubs are like these days?” “It’s actually 80s night so I’m going to fit right in. Anyway Clubs have been the same since they were dance halls,” Martha shot back. “Loud music, sweaty bodies, overpriced drinks.” Emily laughed. “Okay, now I’m curious. What are you even going to wear?” “I don’t know,” Martha said with a little sparkle in her eye. “Maybe something cute. I’ve still got some stuff packed away.” Daniella raised an eyebrow. “Martha… you do realize people might assume you're, like, dating her.” “Oh please,” Martha waved her off. “She’s just a sweet girl being nice to an old lady. Anyway, she doesn’t have many close friends and neither do I, so shut up and let me enjoy my new social life.” Daniella shook her head and smirked. “Just don’t end up on TikTok.” Martha laughed. “Only if the filter makes me look twenty again.” Emily leaned back in her chair and gave them both a contented look. “It’s kind of nice, isn’t it? Seeing everyone figure themselves out again.” Daniella nodded slowly, thoughtful now. “Yeah. I guess we’re all kind of… starting over.” Jamie giggled and dropped his bottle with a dramatic splat, breaking the moment. Martha reached across the table and dabbed at his face with a napkin, murmuring, “Don’t worry, little guy. We’ve got time.” After supper Daniella went to get her stream started, while the rest of the family cozied up on the couch with a movie, but she first checked Fetlife, as she was doing more and more frequently. She had messages, Pumpkin: OK, everything is set for tomorrow night, but first some ground rules. If you’re not OK with these things then let me know. Diapers and ABDL clothes showing, you don’t have too but we will be. 420 friendly? maybe some light drinks, no one is getting wasted. Pizza toppings, any you hate? Wet diapers, no stinkers! If you want to wear, (kind of the point) I’ve got some that will fit you. Love, Pumpkin “I seriously can’t believe I’m doing this,” Daniella said. Curious_Bri: It all sounds great, I’ll be there. Her next message was from Chrisopher Hey Dani, I’ve missed hanging with you this week. I’m sorry about last Friday, that was way over the top. But it’s kind of like pulling a band-aid, the pain is quick and fast. I’d love to spend time with you, even if all you want is friends. Love, Christopher Curious_Bri: No I’m sorry I should have called you, and texted back. I’m still trying to figure things out, I’m hanging out with Pumpkin Friday night. Lets get dinner or something on Saturday. Love, Dani Next she had several variations of the same message in her inbox, “How’s it going, How are you tonight, Are you wet?” “My God these people have no social skills,” Daniella said as she deleted the messages. Finally she had a minute to just scroll through pics. Jack and Jill’s photos made her blush and turn her head, Pumpkin had posted herself in a completely destroyed diaper this morning, and a few cuties that she followed had posted pics of themselves. Daniella felt a stirring in her panties, absent mindedly she reached a hand under her skirt and touched herself through the soft cotton. Her cock was hilariously tiny, even when hard, but the sensations were still there, just packed into a smaller space. She shivered as his fingers brushed the sensitive tip. She massaged the tiny little grape sized balls that were retreating into her body. She checked her stream and camera, still off, but out of habit she turned it facing the wall. This wasn’t her first “pre-stream” masturbation session. What was happening to Daniella should have scared her, but it didn’t. In fact, she was looking forward to the changes, welcoming them, even. Each day brought her closer to the body that matched how she was beginning to feel inside. The shrinking, the softening, the strange but gentle rewiring of her whole being, it was all becoming familiar, almost comforting. She let her head fall back against the chair, fingertips still teasing gently, not chasing release so much as staying present with the sensation. Her breath hitched as a little spark fluttered through her body. It wasn’t the same sharp surge she used to feel. This was deeper, slower, warmer. Like being touched from the inside out. A hand slid to her breast, so much sensation. She imagined Christopher’s mouth suckling a big full breast, cute little drops of milk on his mouth. His diaper soft and swollen, so precious. Stroking her tiny cock was out of the question, but her finger was rubbing away furiously now, her thoughts turned to Logan, strong tense muscles. His tanned body lifting her on the changing table, a thick warm diaper between her legs. “Oh my…. Ohhhhh…” Daniella came, her body spasming, and unlike when she was a man it wasn’t a quick spurt and then finished. The pleasure radiated up and down her body, through her breasts, like her whole nervous system was electrified. Her panties were soaked. She blinked, shook her head, and stood up, adjusting her skirt. “OK, that’s enough of that,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. She crossed to the mirror above her dresser and caught her reflection. The eyes looking back were softer now, more open. The shape of her face had shifted just enough that she barely recognized the man she used to be. What would Daniel think of you now? But that voice was quieter these days. Less judgmental. Less certain. She reached for clean panties, tied her hair into a loose side ponytail and prepared to entertain her fans. -
That's what I'm hoping, feeling better today so going to keep treating it and hopefuly knock it out. -
By longislandguy · Posted
As someone who is fully intending to wear diapers for the rest of my life, I've been slapping around the idea of this procedure as well. -
By longislandguy · Posted
What's actually been annoying me lately is that recently I've been waking in the middle of the night to wet. I'm already a pretty regular, but conditional, bedwetter. I guess I wet once while asleep. Although in recent days, I've woken up at like 2, already wet but needing to wet again. This is a relatively recent thing....usually I wet overnight and keep sleeping. Now, I wet, keep sleeping, wake up to wet, go back to sleep. I don't know if this is another step in the cycle or if it's vasopressin's last gasp? I'm guessing it's a mix and eventually, I will stay asleep and just wet more during the night rather than just the once. It's not psychological......I have zero fears of leaking and having been wearing to bed for over two years now.
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