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By diapered charles · Posted
I would imagine over 50% here share your feelings about diapers in a non sexual way. -
Yes. I was probably 11 or 12. I’d diverted a couple of clapped-out bath towels that my mother had put into our rag bag. With 3 younger siblings, safety pins were in abundance around the house. They seemed to be everywhere. In those days (1970s) white plastic supermarket shopping bags were similarly abundant: even the sea turtles were choking on them. Making small holes in the 2 bottom corners of such a shopping bag before stretching/overlapping them open turned them into something that looked like (and more importantly, worked like) plastic pants. There was no top elastic but it could be folded back over itself and tucked into the towel-nappy. As long as I was careful, it worked quite well although washing and drying the towels was logistically difficult (until my parents discovered religion and I was left home alone for long periods of time). -
By Mommy Anna · Posted
Here are the next two chapters. I know this is a slow build. There is plenty of diaper content coming in this story. 😉 (Though I may take a short detour to explore the mindset of each of the two characters along the way.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER FIVE The swirling colors on the tablet gradually faded, replaced by soft, drifting clouds and a gentle lullaby. Matt’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they closed completely. Time passed in a warm, formless haze. “Time for bed, sweetie,” Rachel’s voice drifted through the fog, soft and coaxing. “Come on, baby. Wake up for me.” Matt stirred slowly, blinking in confusion. His mind felt thick, like cotton stuffed behind his eyes. Everything was fuzzy and slow. He tried to sit up on the couch, but his body didn’t want to cooperate. His arms felt weak, and the room tilted slightly when he moved. “Mm… Rachel?” His words came out slurred and clumsy, the consonants soft and imprecise. Rachel was standing over him now, no longer in her elegant dinner dress. She wore a silky white negligee that draped gracefully over her body, the thin straps and delicate lace glowing softly in the low lamplight. The sight of her should have stirred something familiar and hungry in him. Instead, Matt looked up at her with heavy, unfocused eyes and felt only a deep, childlike comfort. She looked warm. Safe. He stared at the gentle swell of her chest, not with adult desire, but with a different, simpler longing. He felt a yearning to be held close, to rest against that softness and let everything else disappear. “There’s my sleepy boy,” Rachel cooed, bending down to stroke his cheek with the back of her fingers. “Look at you, all groggy and sweet. Did my special show make you nice and tired? That’s okay, baby. I'm here.” She slipped her arms around him and helped him sit up properly. Matt leaned heavily against her, unsteady on the couch cushions. His legs felt wobbly when she guided him to stand. “Easy does it, sweetie. Hold onto my hand. That’s it… good boy.” Her voice was pure honey, patient and endlessly affectionate. “One foot in front of the other. We’re going to get you all tucked into bed like a good little boy.” Matt shuffled forward, his footed pajamas making soft padding sounds. He swayed slightly and clutched her arm tighter, needing the support. Speaking felt difficult — the words tumbled around in his foggy head before he could push them out. “Feels… funny,” he mumbled thickly. “Head… all spinny.” “I know, baby,” Rachel murmured, kissing the top of his head as she guided him down the hallway. “You don’t have to talk clearly right now. Just let me take care of everything.” “You’re doing such a wonderful job just walking with me.” She kept up a steady stream of gentle baby talk, her hand never leaving his back or arm. “Such a tired little guy. But you were so good tonight, watching your special show and putting on your jammies when I asked.” “I'm so proud of my obedient little boy.” In the bedroom, the covers had already been turned down. Rachel eased him onto the edge of the bed, then helped swing his legs up. Matt flopped back against the pillows with a small, helpless sigh, his eyes blinking slowly. Rachel pulled the blankets up over him, tucking them snugly around his body. She smoothed the fabric over his chest and patted his tummy affectionately. “There we go, all snug as a bug in a rug,” she whispered, brushing hair from his forehead. “My sweet baby in his cute dinosaur jammies.” “You’re safe now. No more big-boy worries. Just rest.” She slid into bed beside him, the silky negligee whispering against the sheets. Matt instinctively turned toward her, drawn by that deep, comforting pull. Rachel opened her arms and guided his head to rest against her chest. He nuzzled in closer, pressing his cheek to the soft warmth, breathing in her familiar scent. A contented little sound escaped him. Rachel wrapped one arm around him, cradling his head while her fingers resumed their slow, soothing strokes through his hair. “Shhh… sleep now, baby,” she whispered tenderly. As Matt’s breathing grew deep and even, slipping fully into sleep, Rachel reached over to the nightstand. She slipped her wireless earbuds into place, then activated the small hidden speaker concealed near the headboard. A faint, nearly inaudible hum began — another layer of her carefully crafted recordings playing softly through the night. She smiled in the darkness, holding him close against her body. “Sweet dreams, my little one,” she murmured. “Tomorrow we take another step.” CHAPTER SIX Morning light filtered softly through the bedroom curtains. Matt stirred slowly, his body heavy with the deep sleep of the night before. He lay there for a long moment, blinking at the ceiling, trying to shake off the thick fog still clouding his thoughts. Something felt… wrong. Warm. Uncomfortably warm and damp between his legs and under his bottom. At first he thought it was sweat. He shifted slightly, and the cool, clammy sensation spread. The thick fabric of his dinosaur jammies clung heavily to his skin, saturated and cold where it touched him. A distinct, unmistakable smell reached his nose—faint but unmistakable. His hand moved hesitantly beneath the covers, pressing against the front of the pajamas. The material squelched softly under his fingers. Matt froze. Realization hit him like a slow, sickening wave. He had wet the bed! Not just a little. A full, soaking accident that had spread across the sheets beneath him. The confident twenty-seven-year-old salesman was lying in a wet spot of his own making, dressed in childish footed pajamas. His heart began to pound. The bedroom door opened cheerfully. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” Rachel sang as she stepped inside, carrying a small tray with what smelled like fresh coffee and toast. She was still wearing the silky negligee from the night before, her hair loose and glowing in the morning light. “Did my sweet boy sleep well?” Matt’s eyes widened in panic. Shame flooded his face, hot and prickling. He sat up quickly, pulling the blanket tighter around himself, but it was too late to hide anything. His lower lip trembled. “R-Rachel… I…” he stammered, his voice small and thick with sleep and embarrassment. The words wouldn’t come out right. “I didn’t mean to… it’s…” Rachel’s smile softened as she set the tray down on the dresser. She could see the fear and shame written plainly across his face. “Oh, sweetie, what’s wrong?” she asked gently, coming to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. Her hand reached out and rested on the sheets near his hip. The moment her palm touched the cold, wet fabric, she knew. She felt the extensive dampness that had soaked through. Rachel had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling with satisfaction. Instead, she kept her expression full of tender concern. “Baby…” she said softly. Matt’s eyes filled with tears. A choked sob escaped him as the full weight of his humiliation crashed down. Rachel immediately pulled him into her arms, cradling his head against her chest just like the night before. She rocked him gently, one hand rubbing slow circles on his back while the other stroked his hair. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, my sweet baby,” she cooed, her voice overflowing with motherly warmth. “I'm here. It’s going to be alright.” “Accidents happen, especially when little boys are going through big changes.” “You don’t have to be scared. I'm not upset with you at all.” Tears rolled down Matt’s cheeks as he clung to her, trembling. “It’s Saturday, remember?” she continued brightly, kissing the top of his head. “No work, no big-boy responsibilities today.” “Just you and Mommy taking things nice and slow.” She eased him back slightly and peeled the blankets down, revealing the full extent of the accident. The front and seat of his colorful jammies were darkly stained, and a large wet patch bloomed across the sheets where he had been lying. Matt’s face burned crimson with fresh embarrassment. He tried to cover himself, but Rachel gently moved his hands away. “None of that, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” She coaxed him to stand on shaky legs, then slowly began unsnapping the front of his wet pajamas. The soggy fabric peeled away from his skin with soft, sticky sounds. She worked patiently, sliding the drenched top off his shoulders and then easing the footed pants down his legs, leaving him completely bare and vulnerable. When the pajamas pooled around his ankles, Rachel gave his bare bottom a light, playful slap. “Off you go to the shower, baby. Get nice and clean. I’ll take care of these messy sheets.” Matt didn’t argue. Overwhelmed and still sniffling, he hurried out of the room toward the bathroom, his bare feet padding quickly down the hall. Once he was gone and the sound of the shower started, Rachel finally let the broad, radiant smile she had been holding back spread across her face. She gathered the soaked pajamas and stripped the bed with practiced efficiency, her eyes sparkling with quiet triumph. “Perfect,” she whispered to herself, already thinking about the next steps in her carefully prepared plan. “Such a good little boy already… and we’ve only just begun.” She hummed softly as she carried the wet linens toward the laundry, excited for the day ahead. -
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