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Oh no, how will the interview go with Tess feeling so babyish after helplessly wetting her diaper?! I'm sure they've dealt with children who are coming back home who just need to get to their mommies. -
By Dartplayerinwvc · Posted
Most any tale will work in a pinch Tape, tape tabs -
By Dartplayerinwvc · Posted
Don't be embarrassed. IF "they" have setup a shop this way for ABDL - then they NOW KNOW You and your GF are into that and there is nothing to be emabarrased about - ASK questions and get advice. So.. from their front door ad is looks as if their Str8up White, black, Pink, Blue at 8000 ml could be Northshore Mega Max or even Trest adult diapers rebranded. Have fun. -
By Baby-Dolly Selina · Posted
sure I would love to continue it that writer block is tough but it aint your fault -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
83. Arrivals The airport was a familiar scene to Tess. They were the same all around the world, even when they did things in a different order. Tess thought she’d arrived at this one before, although she couldn’t remember for sure. There were people moving in all directions, trying to work out where to go next. Tess saw a huge room with a forest of waist-high poles sticking up from the ground, a labyrinth of tapes stretched between them. Somewhere at the far side were customs desks, where they would be checking the status of everyone coming into the country from Europe. She looked over her shoulder briefly and saw a machine dispensing cheap coffee at an inflated price; and on the other side quite a few people running to the bathroom. The queues were short now. Her flight was already twenty minutes later than they had expected due to an unusual headwind, whatever that meant, and she knew that if she took a five minute break now, it would add at least half an hour onto her time coming out of customs. She shrugged and paced rapidly towards the back of the queues. She didn’t stop moving even while she glanced at the overhead signs to see where to join the green process (“citizens returning from countries with a 138.81c reciprocal security agreement”) queue. She stood a polite distance from the back of the person in front, and pulled out her phone to send Ffrances and Gabby a message saying that she had arrived; and to let her parents know that she was back on the ground. Her instincts were proved right less than ten minutes later, by which time a good portion of the queue in front of her had already been dealt with. The doors behind her opened again and a crowd of people surged into the room. The next flight to arrive after hers, she presumed. The open spaces at that end of the room were filled with people pushing past each other and talking at cross purposes. Anyone coming out of the bathrooms now would find a solid queue that might take an hour to process. Even in the green lane, which was among the fastest moving, it looked like the queue was more than double the length it had been when Tess arrived. While she waited, Tess found time to do some important things as well. Like booking a doctor’s appointment through a confidential clinic’s mobile app. It meant she would have to travel to the far side of Ashfields, but it also meant that there was no chance anyone she knew, or their relatives, would find out about the problems she had been having. Once that was done, she alternated between playing Bubble Hunt Magnate on her phone and looking at the people around her as the queues moved in different directions. Some of the lines were moving a lot slower than others, and there were people dressed in so many different styles that she could only guess at where in the world they might have come from. Watching people wasn’t much entertainment, but it meant that her phone’s battery would probably last until she could meet up with Ffrances. She was a little excited by that; not least because she was thinking about being hypnotised again and all the fantasies that it might help her to fulfil; not just because Ffrances’s words had been dripping into the back of her mind while she listened to that recording earlier and she was eager to find out how it could make her feel. But also because she’d received a message on the way to say that Ffrances had something good to show her if Gabby wasn’t sticking her nose in. She didn’t actually know who would be coming to pick her up today; it all depended on how tired Ffrances was after a hectic week of volunteering in addition to an already packed schedule, and whether Gabby could manage to entertain herself for a day. But Tess knew she would be able to see Ffrances and find out what this message was sooner or later, and she was sure it would be something to get excited over. In a lot of ways, Ffrances seemed to spend her whole life being strong for other people, as if giving everyone else what they wanted was some kind of obligation. That was the main reason that Tess was going to go through with this childish Christmas scenario. She wanted to see Ffrances getting what she wanted for a change. As the front of the line grew closer, she started getting impatient. She had an empty water bottle in her hand now, passing it from one hand to the other. It wouldn’t quite fit into her pocket, and there was nowhere within reach that she could throw it away. But more importantly, it felt like it had been an hour or more since she got off the plane. She knew the lines were long, but they shouldn’t be moving this slowly. She should have stopped to use the bathroom before joining the queue, even if that would have meant another half hour standing in line. The pressure in her bladder was starting to feel urgent now. But she felt calmer about it when she saw that there were only six people in front of her now. It wouldn’t be long before the uniformed man at the desk was glancing over her forms and asking about her souvenirs. She tried to take her mind off it for a second, sending another XV message to Spike with the news that she was back in the same country, and asking if he would like to meet up sometime soon. Then there were only five people in front. Tess hopped from one foot to the other, trying to find a comfortable way to stand. She hoped she didn’t look too nervous; but this was probably one situation where her size and baby face would help her. She clearly wasn’t some political dissident or drug mule trying to smuggle who-knew-what into the country. She squirmed again, suddenly nervous. Three people in front of her. She checked her phone again, but the only response to her messages was from Ffrances. She typed out a reply, saying that she was almost at the front of the line. Apparently Gabby was here too; Ffrances hadn’t been able to dissuade her from coming, but Tess didn’t really mind that. She would find out the news sooner or later, and the flight had already left her feeling tired. She just wanted to get through customs, and take the weight off her feet. Not to mention the pressure off her bladder. She looked up from her phone. There was a desk ahead, with a man in uniform behind it. He was currently speaking to an elderly couple, and then it would be Tess’s turn. The older man seemed a little confused, but she didn’t think it would be too long before she could step forward. She couldn’t look at the other lines anymore; she was between a slalom of high security screens now, almost back into the real world. Her phone vibrated in her hand, and she glanced down to see who the new message was from. “Are you okay, Miss?” a man in a security uniform greeted her, and she looked up again. “Yes,” she said, glancing around. He probably thought she was a child separated from her parents; so she needed to be polite and dismiss him as quickly as possible. She was almost out of here now. She pressed her legs together, hoping it wouldn’t be too long before she could walk to the desk and present her papers. “Nearly home.” “Can you come this way please?” Tess had almost turned away, and was starting to step forward as she saw the old people move away from the desk. She glanced to the man who was speaking, and then back to the guy behind the desk. “I’m at the front of the queue, I need to–” “Come with me, please.” His voice was firmer this time, but still trying to sound kind. He posed in a way that drew her attention to the badge on his uniform. She sighed, guessing that this wasn’t something she could just talk her way out of. She walked with him to a door at the side of the room, and averted her eyes as he punched an access code into a keypad. She hoped that this wasn’t going to take too long; but now all her plans had been derailed and she could only follow instructions and hope this wouldn’t take too long. He led her into a long waiting room, with a dozen chairs fixed to one wall and four doors on the opposite side. He asked to see her passport, and scanned it with a tablet; probably getting a copy of her ID. He quickly explained that this was just a routine interview; that a portion of travellers were selected at random for a spot check on their paperwork and luggage. Slightly more in depth than the standard inspection, but in no way indicating that she had done anything wrong. “Can I use the bathroom?” she asked, desperation finally overcoming her desire to get this over with. She was sure that an in-depth inspection would take more than ten minutes, and by now she was really starting to wish that she had been less impatient when she got off the plane. Sure, she might have been still in the middle of the line waiting for customs, and she was sure she would be regretting it. But she probably would have escaped this extra-long interview, and she was sure her wait would have been more comfortable. “Someone will be with you right away,” he said. “Just wait here for now.” And he turned and left, closing the door behind him. Tess wasn’t entirely surprised to see that it was locked. Instead of a door handle, there was only some kind of card reader. This place could be where people under suspicion were brought while a proper decision was made. That could have explained why there was no restroom here either; they didn’t want to give anyone a chance of disposing of evidence. What kind of evidence, she had no idea. She was kind of aware that the security people here were supposed to guard against contrabandistors bringing whatever they were carrying into the country; which was why the green line offered a quicker inspection if you were coming from a country that had a good reputation for screening people at the other end. But aside from a vague notion of narcotics and weapons, she had little idea what people might actually be trying to smuggle through. She didn’t know what they were going to ask her, either, or whether she would be searched. Her knowledge of airport procedures and protocols around the world was quite detailed, but only on the right side of the law. She should have taken a seat, but she felt the need to keep moving now. To keep hoping that one of the doors would open and somebody would appear to whom she could repeat her request. She paced a dozen steps, wondering how soon ‘right away’ was likely to be. There was no sign of activity, and then she couldn’t take another step. She stopped and pressed her legs tightly together, hoping she could delay the inevitable; but it was already too late. She felt her bladder give up under the pressure, and then a rush of warmth. Glancing down, she found herself grateful that she was already wearing a diaper. At the side of the room, there was an electronic buzz, and a light came on over one of the doors. It opened a fraction, just a second too late. Tess struggled to stop peeing, but her muscles wouldn’t respond. She stood frozen in place, whimpering quietly while she slipped her phone back into her pocket. When the flow finally stopped, she walked through the door to see what was in store. Now, more than ever, she wanted to get this interview over with.
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