Cloth Diapers & Panties

So far Spandi seems dead to me.

I would love to roleplay with someone where I play the wife that has found her husband's secret abdl sissy stash and punishes him by making him a full time sissy baby if anyone is interested.

SHIFT CHANGE “Pi Iota Sigma,” Suzie said. “How can I direct your call?” “Good morning, Signora. It's Antonio; have I called at a good time?” “Very much so. Antonio, Vincent and I had a wonderful time last night. He impressed some corporate executives who often contribute to our scholarship fund … useful contacts in our business community. We raised several thousand dollars in the process.” “Molto bene, Signora. My cousin can be most charming when he puts his mind to it. Aldo and my grandsons are looking forward to spending some time with him, and the boys are eager to make the acquaintance of some of your sorority girls. We do not have fraternities in our universities, but we have all seen Animal House. Are your parties really that wild?” “Very much so … and there is at least one party almost every weekend, even during the summer holidays. Christmas is a very busy time for us, and planning is well along. I hope to have a firm schedule in hand by Monday night our time, but it looks like there will be gala events on both the twenty-second and the twenty-ninth. Can your family travel next Thursday?” “Of course, but I was unable to arrange for them to visit Palermo this weekend. Too short notice, I'm told.” “I spoke to a surfing enthusiast up in Duluth. He says that they can practice in Portugal, at a beach called Praia do Norte. He does not think that they should surf Stoney Point without any cold water experience, and the waves in northern Portugal are apparently ideal at this time of the year.” “I will pass your recommendation on to Aldo. He may have contacts there who can arrange lodging on such short notice.” “Speaking of places to stay, normally I would offer your family our guest bedroom, but Ian's best man and his family are staying with us the whole weekend.” “You will enjoy their company; Elaine and the girls are real treasures.” “You know them?” “Yes, they visited Rome two years ago, and I gave them the use of an apartment I keep there. Aldo and I flew up to welcome them in person. They are most charming, and the youngsters are very well behaved.” “Their youngest is going to be the flower girl.” “A fine choice. You will not be disappointed. And don't worry about a hotel. Vincent has more than enough room in his casa.” “Then I will call you on Tuesday morning, about this time. Ciao, Signor Belmondo.” “Ciao, Signora. Until next time ...” . . . . “Here for breakfast,” Bernice laughed as she opened the door to find Ian lurking with gloved hands shoved deep into the pockets of his new winter coat. It was bitterly cold outside. “If you can spare a hungry man a free meal,” Ian joked in return. “Actually, I thought I'd stop here on the way to my office. If I put my shoulder to the wheel, I should be able to finish off yesterday's final exams before Priscilla swings by to pick me up at the end of her shift. Tomorrow's my other exam, but I won't get much done there before Monday. Wedding arrangements are going to eat up the rest of the weekend.” “Understandable. Well, I can offer you French toast now, but if you come around tomorrow morning, we can treat you to eggs benedict. It's cook's Saturday morning staple.” “I'll try my best, but I have to cook breakfast for my household, remember?” “Ah, yes, I forgot about that. Have you arranged a ride for the morning?” “Not yet.” “Talk to Sarah. It might work out better for everyone if you slept here tonight.” “True, but this is Rita's night in the rotation. I wouldn't want to disappoint her.” “Of course,” Bernice smiled. “Something else I forgot about. And I suppose it's out of the question for her to join you here.” “Not at all. But what's more likely to be out of the question is Sarah giving Rita the key to my chastity cage. The rule restricting my sexual activity to the nursery is actually a pretty good one. Special privileges could easily lead to jealousy.” “Got it. But why did you come to campus today? You could have stayed home to grade your exams.” “But there's no one at home to change my diapers, so it was either here or the hospital. I have to come in to file the grade report, so why not work here? If she's studying in the library, Tippi can walk over to change me and give me my bottles of breast milk right on schedule. Works for everybody.” “I guess so, but what are you going to do over term break? Surely you don't plan on coming to campus. The place will be a ghost town.” “Remember, Tippi will be spending the holidays with the Carlsons, who are just a few miles away. The plan is for her to drive to and fro so that I can stay home. Of course, there's this little thing called a honeymoon that's going to take most of my household to Greece at some point. I'm hoping that Tippi will want to tag along. She would be more than welcome.” “Ian, Tippi is incredibly fortunate to have you in her life. Suzie and I are scouring the woodwork, trying to find someone in the frats who would be a good match, but to date we've struck out. She needs a boyfriend, preferably someone a bit older and more experienced, but for now it's important that you go on mentoring her … you and Sarah both. I don't want her to be cast adrift; the very idea of it scares me.” “I hear you, and it won't happen. The girls are family, Bernice, but Janis and Tippi have a special place in my heart. I think of them both as my little girls.” “Well, Daddy, let's find you a place to sit. Coffee's on the table, and the French toast won't take long. And will that be one rasher of bacon, or two?" . . . . “Got a minute,” Vickie hesitantly asked as she walked into Rita's office. She placed her coffee cup on the desk, but remained standing. “Sure, have a seat.” Rita beckoned at the only chair on the opposite side of the desk that was not buried under a stack of files. “Not a good idea,” Vic murmured. “I need you to change me.” “WHAT?” Rita couldn't believe what she had just heard. “What? You changed at home only an hour ago. What's going on?" “Diarrhea,” Vic shrugged defensively. “It came out of nowhere, between the cafeteria and the elevator. I'm a mess.” “Okay.” Rita swiveled her chair so that she could open the bottom drawer of one of her filing cabinets. She pulled out Vickie's makeshift diaper bag and changing pad. “Here, or in the ward?” “Not sure. You might have to hose me down.” “Let's start here, and see how it goes. Get undressed.” Vic gingerly kicked off her shoes and stripped down to her undergarments while Rita spread the pad out on the floor and pulled Vic's diaper pail close. The key to her locking canvas diaper cover was in a zippered pocket on the outside of the gym bag, and Rita wasted no time unlocking it and sliding it down Vickie's legs. However, she took her time with the pink baby pants, worried about the mess that might be lurking inside. “My nipples are sore and my breasts enlarged,” Vic whispered. “Right on schedule. Poor Ian. I can get really moody at this time of the month, and I'm up in the rotation on Sunday.” “You really did a number on your diaper,” Rita commented as she removed the baby pants. “But at least it contained the mess. I may have to use an entire tub of wet wipes, but I think we can avoid hosing you down.” “The diarrhea is new,” Vic quietly noted. “I know PMS can induce it, but this has never happened before ...” “And you're wondering,” Rita said as she looked down at her friend. Both women knew that it was commonplace in the early stages of pregnancy. “Yeah. I could do a blood test, check my progesterone count, but it's going to be elevated either way. And I still crave coffee … can't get the motor running without it.” “Cut back on it today, and avoid it over the weekend. You don't want Ian to see you at your worst.” “Good advice. By Tuesday I'll know. My period is not to be confused with light menstrual bleeding ...” “This is going to be the longest four days of your life,” Rita observed, “but we'll all do what we can to help.” “That's the nice thing about communes,” Vickie softly laughed; “none of us will have to go through the waiting game by ourselves.” Impulsively, Rita leaned down to kiss Vickie on the forehead. Her friend wanted a baby so badly that Rita could only pray that this wasn't a false alarm. . . . . “Hoped you would stop by.” Suzie was beaming as she opened the door to welcome Ian to PISS. “If your office phone is bugged, it's best for us to meet in person.” “Oh, it's bugged, all right. Happily, there are a lot of pay phones on my side of the campus.” “I spoke with Antonio,” she indicated as they walked to her office. “We limited the conversation to surfing and fraternity parties. Palermo didn't work out, so I passed him your Portuguese suggestion. Aldo and the boys will try and fly out today, and they are keeping Thursday open as a travel date. I told him to expect a call from this end on Tuesday morning, our time. Now, it's up to Spats.” “Well done, Suzie. You have the makings of a fine agent. Now, how's the party planning coming?” “I've been working the phones to try and spread things out. The last weekend before classes resume is an easy sell, and we'll kick things off next Thursday night. A couple of low key events on Friday, and three formals on Saturday, including ours. Your out of town guests should be well entertained.” “Bernice tells me that Cindy is keen to hold off until the last weekend. You got them penciled in?” “They'll have that Saturday night all to themselves. Trust me, Ian; no one wants to compete with one of Cindy's extravaganzas. It will be the same way come the Spring. There's a pecking order on this street, and PISS, ZAP, the Lambdas, the Betas and the Deltas occupy the top perch.” “And the Alphas? Karen Walsh is an Alpha.” “Good point. Historically, the Panhellenic Council has been mostly chaired by Alphas and Lambdas. They keep their noses clean, so the other houses rely on them to restore order when the party houses get too far over the line. Believe me, running around town stealing diapers is merely the latest in a long line of outrageous stunts; my favorite is the time the Deltas smuggled a billy goat into the Dean's office.” Ian shook his head in disbelief; clearly, life on Fraternity Row marched to the beat of a very different drum. The guys in his command had partied hard and they had done some crazy stuff, but no one had ever suggested turning a saltwater crocodile loose in the officer's mess. “I have lived a very sheltered life,” Ian sighed. “The craziest thing I've ever done is pick my high school football coach's VW Beetle up and park it atop a fence post. That took six of us, and it wasn't even my idea.” “And now you are trying to have babies with six different women at the same time, each of them a distinctive personality in her own right. That's pretty far out there, don't you think?” “You're right. Maybe I'm just a late bloomer.” “A late bloomer who needs to have his diaper checked. Let's retire to the guest bedroom … and don't forget your diaper bag.” Like his cane, Ian no longer went anywhere without it. . . . . Hollie stifled a yawn before taking a small bite out of her toasted English muffin. Sitting opposite her, Russ Carmody was methodically working his way through a platter piled high with bacon, eggs, hash browns, and that venerable truck stop favorite-- biscuits submerged in sausage gravy. He had checked them out of the motel a little after seven, foregoing another morning romp in favor of an early start on breakfast. Now he was eating like a man possessed, shoveling the food in and chewing more or less non stop. “Does sex always make you this hungry,” she asked with a smile. They had gone at it for a couple of hours, and it struck Hollie that Russ was attacking his plate with the same ferocity that he had displayed in bed. “No sex for the next three weeks,” Russ got out. “But worse yet, we have to eat our own cooking. Believe me, after a while it gets really dull.” Coming up for air, Russ reached for his coffee cup. “You gonna be here when I get back?” “Not sure.” Hollie saw no reason to take refuge in a lie. “We're all pawns on the chess board, and the players move us around. I'm flying up to Vegas on Monday to meet with my boss. Gotta be honest, Russ; for someone in my line of work, Vegas is where it's at. The casinos pay girls to work the floor and flirt with the high rollers. We don't charge them for our services when we connect, but we do expect to be tipped well. So I'm hoping to move up, but it's not my call.” “So who do I talk to on this end if you don't come back and I want to track you down?” “Jerry. And if he's not here, leave your number with the bartender. Or head to Vegas and work your way around the lounges on the Strip. Ask for me by name, and if I'm in town, someone will hook us up.” Russ nodded his head before returning to his plate. He liked what he was hearing. “Guy I'm going to run by you down at the dock … Ken McElroy … he was in my unit in Nam. Be straight with him and he'll treat you well. Couple of guys in the crew are real hard asses, so talk to Lana and Maureen before you dive into the pool.” “Thanks for the tip, Russ. Yeah, there are some guys you just don't want to mess around with.” . . . . Pulling off the main drag onto Anchors Way, Johnny Spagnoli eased off the accelerator as he went through the shallow curve and allowed his Caddie to come to a stop on the unpaved shoulder. The road now paralleled the harbor to the left, the piers eventually giving way to the Harbor Patrol Office in the far distance. He had a clear view of Marlin Hunter, but the converse was also true: any member of the crew who cared to look would have an equally clear view of his ride. Even in the dim early morning light, there was simply nothing else on this landscape of sand dunes and hard pack that would draw the eye. Unable to park out in the open without drawing unwanted attention, Johnny knew that he had only one option, and that was the parking lot at the Harbor Patrol Office. He could close the distance with a telephoto lens, take his photos, then follow the guys coming off the boat to wherever their vehicles were stored. If they were staying in the same inn as the outbound crew, he could film their license plates at his leisure. Vegas would take care of the rest. . . . . “It's a beautiful craft,” Hollie enthused as she stared at Marlin Hunter. After breakfast, Russ had driven them directly to the pier. They were among the first to arrive, the two crews beginning to mingle, exchanging greetings and car keys alike. “The boats where I've partied in Santa Barbara are simply not in the same class.” “I'd give you a tour, but the Skipper is touchy about that sort of thing.” Russ had a regretful look on his face. “But you could arrange a charter … maybe throw a party here at dockside, or sail up to Santa Barbara and invite all your friends aboard. I'll put in a good word for you.” “Thanks, Russ.” Hollie reached out to pat him on the arm. It was getting harder and harder for her to think of him as one of the bad guys. “It's a great idea, but I don't have the money, and as I told you, I might not even be here much longer. In my trade, a girl learns not to plan too far ahead.” “Understood. But I want you in my life, Hollie; I'm not letting go.” Hollie leaned over to kiss him lightly on the lips. She couldn't think of anything to say. “Here comes. Ken,” Russ said as he pointed at a broad shouldered man on the gangplank. Ken McElroy was nothing much to look at unless you were into muscles and tatoos. He was wearing a cutoff shirt, and it displayed his arms to good effect. “Ken, this is Hollie. I met her at The Pirate's Roost. She's on the game, so it will cost you, but she's worth every penny. But no rough stuff, okay? I want her back in one piece.” “Got it,” McElroy growled as Russ slipped him the keys to his truck He didn't like anyone telling him what to do, especially when it came to women. He had enlisted in the Marines to duck a felony charge back in Missouri, and his time in the service hadn't improved his outlook on life. Women were there for his amusement, nothing more, nothing less.        

Shame, as a child I felt no shame in wetting, I loved it.  I regretted my infrequent pants and regular bed wetting only because mom would inevitably find out and be disappointed or worse.  Wetting, especially accidental, was magically exciting.  After the fact I’d feel and admire the stain.  I’d rub my face in the wetness to fully take in the aroma.  Wetting was irresistible, some of my early “accidents” were not accidental and mom certainly knew it.

Ok sounds good messsge me please and we can talk.   Thanks, K