Mommies and Daddies

Good morning, Niece/Mommy just changed my very wet and stinky diaper. She woke up when she heard me on the baby monitor. She put me in another LFB BABY PARADE DIAPER along with a babykins teddy bear pul pants, for extra protection and a surprise pair of bubble shorts she had made special with a teddy bear on the butt. She knows that after she breastfeds me and gives me gerber baby cereal that i will again fill my diaper with pp and poopie. I hope that it happens sooner then later.

Welcome to the heart of it all.

Chapter 8 : In Public ---------------------   Lynn stepped outside happy that she had chosen to wear tights under her skirt. It was some protection against the wind and the cool winter air, even if she had only chosen to wear it in hopes of quieting her crinkly diaper. It still seemed loud.   She pulled her jacket tight around her against the chill and started walking in a direction where she knew there was a store. She had of course thought through where she wanted to go apply, but this was the first time in her life where she had had to hunt actively for a job. Her past summer jobs had come through connections from her father and her mother, not through her own active search. This was a new experience that she tried to look at as an adventure, vowing to not get disappointed if she couldn't find anything. It was a little scary and the fact that she had kept her diaper on both made it scarier and gave her something to hold on to.   She tried to quiet her mind as she walked, keeping her eyes out for any 'job student wanted' signs. She had also given consideration to just stepping in here or there to just hand in her resume, even if no help was wanted, although she wasn't sure which kind of businesses she could do that in besides maybe the small supermarkets dotted throughout the city.   The guard of her jacket and tights against the cold morning air did not extend to her face. It made her thankful for the diaper on her bottom that maintained its nice warmth on her bottom. She hoped it would remain that way, and that the diaper would remain as hidden as it was. She didn't think it would, she could still hear the diaper crinkle as she stepped. She swallowed as she continued making her way through the cold and through her fear of being discovered.   She stepped into her first prospective job opportunity: a little supermarket just a few blocks away from the house.   "Hello," Lynn told the woman behind the cash register.   The lady with a blonde ponytail and dressed in the store's colors had not seen her coming. Looking up from counting money, she smiled and said: "You're up early. Can I help you?"   Lynn ignored the part about being up early, because she easily could've slept the day away, especially in her comfortable diaper. Bringing her mind back to the real world, she said: "Yes, I wanted to apply for the job student position?" Shifting to pull her backpack off, she heard her diaper crinkle. Trying to not give anything away, she felt her cheeks warming anyway. Hiding herself for a second behind her backpack she simply tried to breathe as she pulled out a resume.   "No need to be nervous, young miss," the woman said as she accepted the resume from her. "Lynn, is it? My name is Sarah." She smiled warmly, reassuringly. "The manager isn't in yet. This is always a quiet week, so he doesn't dip in that much, but I'll be sure to give him your resume when he does and he'll contact you, okay?"   Lynn smiled back, a little relieved. "That's okay, thank you."   The woman nodded at Lynn's politeness, then went: "Now, is there anything you need from the store or do you want to try to hand out some more of those resumes?"   Leaving the store, Lynn felt a bit of a weight off her shoulders, her heart a little lighter. That had gone quite well. She had been a bit nervous, yet her first experience had largely gone well. Sarah didn't seem to have noticed her diaper and there was a real chance for getting the job. She had been hoping for something a little more exciting than a supermarket, but as long as it earned her money for diapers it wasn't bad.   Her legs carried her forward along the path in the back of her mind. For a little while she didn't pay attention to the world around her, lost in thought to how it would be to work at the little supermarket. Thick diaper on her butt as she sat behind the cash register, or a thick diaper on her butt as she stocked shelves. Suddenly a thread of worry pulled at her, making her anxious. Would they even allow her to wear a skirt so she could hide the diaper, or would she be in such tight pants that wearing a diaper would stand out. She didn't want to be caught wearing a diaper, apart from Peony and Madison, and yet she also didn't want to go without. Just like today. Lynn tried swallowing the lump in her throat.   The path followed a lot of streets, passed lots of little stores, coffee shops, any place that might need help. The sun emerged from behind the clouds, shining warm from above the rooftops, helping to fight the chill piercing Lynn's clothes as long as she stayed in sunlight. She handed out more resumes, sometimes had a short chat with the person there. A couple coffee shops and small stores of various kinds.   Around lunchtime, she wandered into a print shop. "Hello," she said with the best smile she could still manage. She needed a break, she had been on her legs and keeping herself going the entire morning. The insides of her thighs had become intimately acquainted with the bulk of her diaper. The advantage to that was that it kept her nice and warm down there, the sodden padding providing insulation. Inhaling for calm, she spoke again. "The sign said you need help?"   The man looked at her as he accepted the resume she handed him. "Yes, I could use a young lady to help around here." His smile was sincere and his eyes kind. He took a quick glance over her resume, though he did not seem all that concerned about the content. "You put effort into this, did a good job printing," he complimented.   The whole store had a warm good feeling to it, not that Lynn could tell exactly why, except that the man was very genuine.   He looked at the resume again and offered: "You can have the job if you want it."   Lynn hesitated for a second. It was the most direct and instant offer she had received all day. She had already gone quite a few places and her legs had already gotten a good workout. Though not quite sore yet, she was already dreaming of sitting in the chair in her bookcorner reading.   "You hesitate," the man observed.   Looking down for a moment, she said honestly: "I did not expect an immediate offer." And in the back of her mind she thought about what a nice quiet print shop this was. Nice and quiet enough for the crinkling of her diaper to stand out.   "Ah." The man still smiled. "Then maybe you can hand out the rest of those resumes you have and let me know tomorrow or maybe next week if you want the job." He didn't seem bothered by her hesitation in the least. "I think you'll fit in very well here, but you should do what's best for you."   "That sounds fair," Lynn answered, giving the man a smile before heading back out.   She needed a break. That last man had been friendly and pleasant, and neither of those made up for the fact that he and any customers would find out very quickly about her diapers in the quiet of the store. Lynn swallowed again as she found a bench to sit down on for a while. She had put a lot of energy in her search so far and her best lead was also one she didn't dare risk.   Just breathing, she simply sat for a while. She was sitting on a swollen wet pillow, a nicely warm swollen wet pillow in the chilly winter air. In that regard she was happy that she was wearing the diaper, it felt like she had breach a piece of warmth from home with her. A weird way to think about the swollen diaper she was wearing.   Grabbing her backpack, she dug up a snack to eat for lunch. She had figured out before she left that the house would be too far away for a lunch stop, so she'd brought a snack for lunch and she'd eat a proper meal when she got home.   When she rose from the bench, she checked the back of her skirt for wet spots. Her diapers had not failed her yet, and she wasn't going to let that happen while she was out with one either. It was still safe, it still felt snug around her, keeping in her warmth and caressing her with it. With a deep breath and soft crinkles every step she continued her jobsearch tour.   The afternoon passed much like the morning: walking, handing out resumes where she could, a short chat with whoever she gave her resume. The major difference was more people out and about in the streets, not like during the school year, but enough of them that they frequently looked at her, and when they did look at her, Lynn felt like checking her diaper each and every time. She had to stop herself from doing so, trying to keep in mind that they couldn't see what she was wearing underneath her skirt and her backpack would disguise her backside regardless. Telling yourself something and believing something are two different things however and so she simply tried not to pay attention to the other people.   Her legs and especially her feet began complaining by mid afternoon, deciding that she had walked enough. Stubbornly she kept going. Well, not so much stubborn persistence as the simple reality that she was nowhere near home. She handed out her last resume while trying to stand still on aching feet. She kept the conversation very short.   Turning away, she was very aware that her diaper was pulling at her hips, the padding swollen enough to start drooping even with the tights still keeping it mostly tight against her body. Nonetheless, even with support her diaper was starting to lose the battle again gravity, like a book in her hands while falling asleep. That gave her a little more urgency to get home, so instead of following her route, she turned a different road that should get her home quicker. She didn't have any resumes left to hand out anyway.   Lost in thought, suddenly she found her feet no longer moving and she was staring at a "help wanted" sign. The sign was in the shape of a book, the windows showed books, and there was an old-fashioned sign like was used in medieval fantasy movies above the door. And that depicted a book too. She was excited and scared at the same time. She hadn't though a bookstore would look for a jobstudent, and the ones she passed on her tour hadn't been looking. And now here there was one. While she was out of resumes and with her diaper soaked and sagging.   She should come back tomorrow, with a fresh resume and a fresh diaper. Clean, dry, respectful. Her feet wouldn't take her home, they wanted her to go in. She couldn't miss this opportunity and her body wasn't going to let her miss this opportunity. This was destiny, the unexpected treasure near the end of her quest.   Her heart was beating in her throat as her inner thighs rubbed against her swollen diaper, the old-fashioned little bell jingling as she opened the door to the store.   A rough looking bearded man appeared behind a counter, smiling widely. "Welcome, young miss. How can I help you?"   She felt warmth rising to her cheeks and she had to fold her hands together in her lap to keep herself from trying to check her diaper. "I uhm... I mean, it said you are looking for help."   "Yes, I could definitely use a little help running this place!" He said with a good dose of enthusiasm. "Do you like books?"   Lynn was definitely blushing now. "Yes sir," she answered, then after a quiet moment. "I study literature."   Consideration painted his face. "Ah, a jobstudent. I do need a little more help than a single day a week. Is that okay?"   "Yes," Lynn blurted before even thinking about it.   The man smiled again. "That's good. I see you have a backpack, did you happen to bring a resume?"   Lynn looked at her backpack for a moment before she said defensively: "No. I had a bunch of them, but I already handed them all out." In her head it sounded a bit like: "I totally did my homework, teacher, but my dog ate it."   The man leaned on the counter to come a little closer. "Ah, let me guess, you've been on a quest to find a job all day?"   Lynn giggled, then nodded. She was still blushing, the good kind of blushing now. The charmed kind, the way that few people could make her feel.   "That's okay then," he answered. Then with a sparkle in his eye: "Let's do it this way: some customers put these books back in the wrong place or left them on the counter. Put them back in the right places in the store and the job's yours. Consider it the final challenge of your quest." He pushed forward a stack of books, or well, four books set atop one another.   Forgetting about her diaper for the moment, Lynn grabbed the books in her hands and whirled around, her skirt flying up. With a keen eye she observed the bookstore, found the labels for the different sections, checked the books she was holding and she was off into the store. She could get lost in there easily. It wasn't a massive store, just made to feel like one. The book cases were all classic dark wood that reached to the ceiling, cozy reading corners were set throughout and that gave the place a roomy feeling. There was also an upstairs. It took her maybe five minutes to find the exact places for the books. Two of them were easy, the other two were the only copy, making it a little more tricky.   When she returned to the man, she announced: "Challenge completed. I hope my quest too?"   He was smiling again. "My name is Thaddeus, but call me Thad. Welcome aboard miss." He held out his hand over the counter.   "Miss Lynn Lemaire, nice to meet you," she smiled as she reached out to shake his sizable hand.   With a thoughtful finger tapping his lip, he said: "One more question, miss Lemaire, when do you want to start and which days can you work?"   Lynn hesitated for just an instant, her day going from absolutely perfect to maybe falling apart. It was her anxiety speaking of course, worried about the whole world falling apart because pulling at this one loose bit of glue would make the whole binding fail. For that single instance, she wished she had brought Mister Bunnybutt with her. She took a breath and answered: "Oh, I don't have my full schedule yet, just the first few days."   Thaddeus didn't show any sign of having noticed the hesitation. "Alright. Let's say Saturdays for now then, starting next week, and we'll work out the details for the rest then. Gives me a little time to prepare a contract."   "Sounds good," Lynn said smiling, turning around to go, then turned back. "Thank you for giving me this job, Thad, really thank you."   Thad was already turning away behind the counter, pivoting when she spoke again. "You're welcome, miss Lemaire."   "Call me Lynn," she told him and subsequently turned around and left the bookstore.   Lynn's heart fluttered with joy so hard that she could barely feel the ache in her legs and feet anymore. Her sagging diaper was definitely was still there, but as far as Lynn was concerned she could leak all over herself right now and it would still be the best day of the year. As much as she wanted to rush back home, she made herself walk the whole way. Well, some parts she skipped. Even so her legs could use a lot of calm, they had worked very hard today.   By the time she reached the house, her feet and legs had resumed letting her know just how sore they were. She turned the key in the door and walked in, out of the winter chill and back into the warmth of her home. Just crossing the treshold made her release into her diaper again, like how she always needed to pee harder when she had to go and she came home. She felt relief, even though she hadn't realized she had been holding anything. The diaper still held, but she needed a new one. Or at least, she had to take this one off. She put down her backpack in the hallway, put her coat on the rack, and stepped into the living room to grab a diaper.   "Peony!" She blurted, taking a precious moment to realize her housemate was standing there with a diaper in one hand and holding the package on the table with the other.

Maddison started opening her backpack, which had several keychains and cute things inside, and took out her iPad with a Wonderland case and notebook. She looked at the girl and said about the food: "I'm okay with whatever food you want to order." Maddison then methodically organized his things and said: "What do you want to study first?"

My desire to wear and use diapers and a pacifier, and to be a little child, has been with me ever since kindergarten age. For me, it has never been about sex. As a young teenager, I experienced getting an erection and ejaculating in my diaper, which I found annoying. Once I reached adulthood, this "habit" finally stopped, allowing me to enjoy being "little me" – without unwanted erections.