Cloth Diapers & Panties

@Goerge yes, your nappy is obvious and as long as you are happy and the people around you do not mind, it is perfectly ok to go around like that in the privacy of your home / shared space. However, when you chose to go out in public it is not usually acceptable to impose your choices which is the bulkyness of your nappy on others. Although it may be your choice and belief, similar to many on this site, to wear and use nappies, to most of the rest of the world specifically parents who are training their toddler to use a toilet, even the image of your bulky nappy can send mixed signals to the toddler. An obvious nappy like that does not need to be wet/messy to have an impact on others. This is one of the many 'precautions' we in the ABDL world have to be aware of, and why most of us (including those who are dependent on nappies/diapers) avoid imposing our choice of underwear on another. To that agenda, we tend to hide / disquise the fact we wear nappies / diapers when in public either by wearing clothes (like a t-shirt / top) that is passes our butt. This means that both the front and rear of the bulk of a diaper is hidden behind the long top. Also, when we soil the diaper, we try to avoid doing same in crowded public which includes moving to private area / bathroom as soon as possible to change so not to impose our smells on another. In conclusion, if you are comfortable in your own home wearing a diaper that bulky and the others that are around you do not mind, then enjoy the diapers.

Yes but that’s not a problem if you don’t mind.

@Boby, there are many reasons that posts of yours do not appear and none are related to European law if you are UK based, as European law does not apply to you. International law, specifically where it concerns you or another, accessing and/or contributing to a non 'home country based website, where this website is hosted within the European Union, such laws may be applied here. However, due to the dynamic nature of websites, it is difficult to pin down the 'website country' as one to prosocute, as the site owner can easily, and dynamically transfer the site to another country and legal juristriction. It is highly likely that your internet service provides implemented some form of 'filtering' based on scare mongering from your UK government. Under UK and US law, unlike most of the the rest of the world, these citizens are not protected by Data Protection / GDPR. AS such, your personal data is available for anyone to access. Also, this data can be used against the citizen. This site, (simillarly as Google etc) being hosted within the EU, is protected by GDPR which means that this site does not have to disclose its member list nor the data within to anyone else including government and federal branches. i.e, FBI / NSA etc can request information from the site owner, but by international law, the site owner can not disclose said data. If you remember, Apple decided to 'give' their protected data to another, where the European Central Court fined said company €700 million (approx €812 million / GB£616 million) under aforementioned GDPR / Data Protection Act, specifically the Digital Marketing Act 2025. When the UK decided to leave the EU (BrExit), the UK government decided to change some of the laws in relation to Data Protection in favour of removal of the freedoms that exist within the UK. We in Ireland, as a member of the EU, although the Irish & English enjoy an open border between the two countries where it comes to travel of our citizens (that does not include any temporary citizens which would include where either country grants refuge due to war etc.) when it comes to complying with EU laws and freedoms, Ireland treats goods and services to/from UK as being exported from a non-EU country to/from an  EU country which means that Ireland has set up a virtual 'customs' border within the Irish Sea. It is still left to UK and its government to address all the concerns and set up the trade partners it requires within / outside the EU, which it has yet to do. This 'non compliance' with setting up trade partners to/from the UK is one of the many reasons local UK companies have issue with internet data, which unless the UK government correct / address this, Ireland may have to 'unplug' the UK internet connection. As it stands, London, UK / Birmingham,UK used to be the central hub for international flight - i.e. from USA to Europe. Since neither London nor Birmingham can act as a 'international / EuroZone', these flights are being directed to either Ireland (Shannon), France (Paris) or Germany, where, using excuses as 'fire / computer failure / drone inturuptions ' flights have been redirected to these three cities as a real time excercise on how each point could handle it. BrExit plus slow action by the UK government will, in my humble opinion, eventually bankrupt the UK unless the UK government fixes this. UK was originally a 'manufacturing country' (ie. Liverpool to Hull moving south as far as Birmingham - central England) where this was outsourced and UK became a 'postal delivery' country handling packages via Ireland and USA. With this country being outside the Euro Zone where each individual package is being delayed in export customs from EU to UK, this delay is being avoided by bypassing the UK. Again, I make the same point - unless the UK government address these issues, worldwide businesses will change to a different route that bypasses UK. Similar occured within the USA in relation the the 'Trump Tarrif Contraversy' where business's feeding USA / Canada from the world facing extra charges and delays in transit bypass the USA. Once these changes is logistics are made, it is very difficult to convince these companies to revert back. The primary result is that the country being bypasses looses the transport profit forever and have to rely on local business. In the USA this has a cascade effect where now large car manufacturers are either reducing or moving production to another country where they can get the parts that used to be carried past their door.    

Chapter 8 “You’re seeing someone?” The question landed somewhere between curiosity and concern, edged with a protective parent’s caution. It had surfaced naturally—Bella, with her usual lack of filter, had let the bookstore encounter slip. Melissa had granted her full disclosure rights after all. “Not officially,” Melissa replied, already on the defensive. “Not yet, anyway,” she added, almost under her breath. “It’s… new. We ran into each other with Bella, so it came out earlier than I’d planned.” “Nice guy, I hope,” said Robert, his voice calm but clearly evaluating. Then, as if he couldn’t stop himself, “Nicer than Alan.” “Dad.” Melissa’s sigh was laced with restraint. “Alan was a nice guy. Don’t throw him under the bus just because we didn’t work out.” Robert gave a diplomatic shrug and glanced at Melissa’s mom for reinforcement. “Just be careful,” her mother said gently, eyes narrowing with thoughtful concern but no judgment. Bella, meanwhile, bounced on her seat with the urgency of someone sitting on a secret for far too long. “Oh, he’s cool! He wore a blazer. He’s older than Melissa—and he drives this old BMW. It’s, like, vintage. But clean.” Melissa blinked. There it was. Not wrong, but also not how she’d have pitched it. Her parents exchanged a quick, inscrutable look that only decades of parenting could make so efficient. She could already feel them drawing conclusions. “Okay,” she said, calmly but firmly. “Let’s clarify: he’s thirty-four, he lectures at the university, and yes, he drives a classic BMW that he fixed up himself. I met him at the café where I work sometimes. It just… happened naturally.” Her father leaned back, crossing his arms. “So when do we meet him? Jasper, right?” Melissa nodded slowly. “Right. Jasper.” “Well?” her dad prompted. “We’re in town. Might as well meet this mysterious Jasper while we’ve got the chance.” “I don’t bite,” her mom added with a soft smile. “And we never get to meet your friends. Coffee’s not an interrogation. It’s… coffee.” Melissa raised an eyebrow. “This feels an awful lot like an ambush disguised as coffee.” Her mother just shrugged. “Call it what you want, honey. We’re here. He’s around. Seems like a nice opportunity.” Melissa gave in with a long, slow breath. “Let me see if he’s up to this level of scrutiny,” she muttered, grabbing her phone as she stepped into the living room. She didn’t even get a chance to dial. Jasper had texted first:   Jasper: “Still alive over there or did Bella finally recruit you into her TikTok cult?”   She smirked, then hit call. He answered instantly.   “Hey! Miss me already?” His voice was light, familiar. Comforting. “Yup,” Melissa said, leaning against the window and gazing out at Piedmont Park. “Bella had such a great time with you, I think I like you even more now.” “Well, that’s high praise,” Jasper chuckled. “I didn’t expect to bump into you like that. Figured you’d be at the mall—kid magnet territory.” “Not Bella. Homeschooled, overachiever, walks like she’s got a mission. She’s got the brain of a high school valedictorian and the attitude of a CEO.” “And the heart of a Disney protagonist,” Jasper added. Melissa laughed. “Something like that.” “So…” His tone shifted, just a little. “They’ve left?” “No. That’s why I’m calling. You’ve officially been outed. And now my parents want to meet you—casual coffee, they say.” Silence. Then Jasper said, “Only if there’s ice cream.” Melissa glanced toward the kitchen. “I think Bella left some in the freezer.” “Then I’ll be there,” he said, grinning through the line. “Brace yourself,” she warned, playfully. “For coffee with the in-laws? What could possibly go wrong?” She laughed, and it felt good. Light. Real. “See you soon,” she said. - Jasper and Melissa stood shoulder to shoulder on the curb, arms crossed, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. The silver Impala was nearly at the end of the block, brake lights flashing as it paused at the intersection. In the rear window, Bella’s arm still flailed enthusiastically. Jasper raised his own hand and gave one last half-hearted wave. “She’s committed,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s at least fifteen waves.” “She doesn’t know when to stop. It’s part of her charm,” Melissa murmured, her voice a mix of amusement and fatigue. She squinted down the street as the car turned the corner and disappeared. A quiet sigh slipped from her lips, followed by a tired laugh. “Finally.” Jasper turned slightly toward her. “So… do I pass the family inspection? Or are you now disowned for bringing a ‘man in a blazer with an old car’ into the sacred inner circle?” Melissa looked at him, her expression unreadable for a second. “Let’s see… my mom hugged you twice, Bella practically adopted you, and my dad—well, you survived the handshake. That’s a win.” “I’m still not sure your dad didn’t dislocate something,” Jasper muttered, rubbing his shoulder. “I think that was a test.” Melissa grinned. “You passed. They liked you.” Jasper gave a small nod, then looked out toward the empty street again. “Does that make us… something?” he asked, his voice a little hesitant. “Like… officially unofficial?” Melissa turned to face him, her smile mischievous. “Nope.” His eyebrows rose. “No?” “Now you have to pass my approval,” she teased, folding her arms and lifting her chin in mock seriousness. Jasper blinked. “Tough crowd.” “But,” she added, tapping her lip thoughtfully, “I do have a test in mind.” “I’m listening.” She leaned a little closer. “My kitchen is a disaster. My apartment is a war zone. If you survive that… and help me clean up… I’ll buy you a beer.” Jasper crossed his arms, pretending to consider. “Cleaning in exchange for a beer? What kind of deal is that?” “A good one. The bar has giant screens and wings. And you get to keep charming me while scrubbing pans.” He grinned. “Deal. But I’m using your fancy dish soap.” Melissa pointed a finger at him. “That stuff’s expensive.” “Exactly. I’m earning that beer.” She laughed and bumped her shoulder into his. “Come on, you approved goof. Let’s see how you handle dried spaghetti sauce and a sink full of judgment.” They started walking toward her apartment, side by side again. Jasper glanced sideways at her. “So… what happens after the beer?” Melissa smirked. “Depends how well you scrub.” - The apartment had fallen quiet after the laughter and teasing of the walk back. Now, it was the gentle hum of a home returning to order that filled the air. Jasper rolled up his sleeves and stood at the kitchen sink, already halfway through a mountain of dishes. His blazer was draped over one of the dining chairs, and he’d pulled his t-shirt taut as he leaned forward, arms elbow-deep in suds. The faucet ran steadily, filling the small space with a low hiss, and the scent of lemony dish soap floated through the air. His hands moved methodically—plate, rinse, rack; cup, rinse, rack—his brows slightly furrowed in quiet focus. Every now and then, he wiped his damp palms on a dish towel looped through a belt loop, glancing at the cleared dining table and rearranging what was left: drink rings, cookie crumbs, a forgotten spoon. Across the apartment, Melissa was crouched beside her bed, folding clean sheets into hospital corners with practiced ease. Her hair was tied in a loose bun, and her expression was set with purpose. She worked quickly, efficiently—stripping pillowcases, fluffing the comforter, smoothing over corners until the bed looked like a department store display. Every movement was precise, from the way she replaced the fresh towels in her bathroom to the vacuum she ran quickly over the living room rug. Though neither of them spoke, the silence was companionable. There was something grounding, even intimate, about the way they occupied her space together—dividing the chores without needing to ask, working like they had done this a hundred times before. It wasn’t romantic. It was something better: real. Melissa peeked her head into the hallway just as Jasper set the final mug on the drying rack. “Wow,” she said, leaning her shoulder against the wall. “You didn’t just pass. You’re on the Dean’s List of dish duty.” Jasper turned with a smirk and wiped his hands on the towel. “Well, I aim to impress.” Melissa smiled, then scanned the apartment one more time. “One last thing,” she said, pointing toward the small hallway. “Would you mind checking the guest room? I haven’t gone in there yet—Bella might’ve left something.” “On it,” Jasper replied, tossing the towel over his shoulder like a short-order cook. He crossed the hall and pushed open the door to the guest room. The bed was neatly made, as if Bella had made a careful effort to leave no trace. But Jasper knew better. He glanced around: the folded blanket at the foot of the bed, the small stack of books on the nightstand, a lone sock poking out from under the chair. He bent down and picked it up, holding it like a small, silly artifact. “Found a sock!” he called. Melissa appeared at the doorway, laughing. “Of course. That girl sheds layers like a golden retriever.” Jasper smiled, then looked back at the room. “She really didn’t want to leave, huh?” “No,” Melissa said softly. “She loved it here.” Her voice held something deeper now—pride, maybe, or longing—and Jasper looked at her, sock still in hand. “You really do make a great home,” he said. Melissa looked at him for a moment. Then, without saying anything, she walked over and took the sock from his hand. “Come on,” she said, her voice warmer now. “You’ve earned that beer.” - “Wait,” said Jasper, crouching down beside the guest bed. His fingers had caught on something just beneath the frame. He reached in, the plastic rustling faintly, and fished out a half-hidden package. He stood up with it in his hands, holding it gently like it might embarrass the walls themselves. “She must have forgotten these,” he said softly. Melissa turned, eyes widening as she saw the familiar packaging. She pressed her lips together in a faint smile as Jasper handed her the half-full pack of Bella’s Goodnites. For a second, she hesitated, simply holding them. “I always wondered where she kept them,” she said quietly. “She’s been sleeping on my bed most nights. This room didn’t get much use.” “She was probably hiding them,” Jasper offered, voice low and understanding. “Most kids don’t go around advertising their comfortable pajamas.” Melissa looked up at him sharply, then her expression melted. Something about the way he said it—comfortable pajamas—stripped the stigma right out of it. She gave a soft huff of breath, amused and touched at once. “Probably,” she admitted. “But she was cool about it. Eventually. Since she insisted on sharing my bed, the secret came out. These things aren’t exactly bulletproof.” “Part of life,” Jasper said, his tone even. “Nothing to be ashamed of.” Melissa glanced at him, unsure for a beat whether he meant Bella or… her. She chose not to clarify. Instead, she opened the closet and placed the pack on the top shelf with care, like she was tucking something safely away. “She’ll grow out of it. I hope.” Jasper leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “Growing is the word. Out of what, though? We grow out of fear. Out of awkwardness. Out of shame. But some things… some things are just part of who we are. We learn how to live with them. No big drama.” Melissa turned back to him, hand on her hip, an amused arch in her brow. “You sound like Gandalf.” “As long as I don’t look like him, I’ll take that as a win.” “You have many wonderful attributes, Jasper. A long white beard is not one of them.” He grinned. “What a relief.” She smirked, nodding toward the kitchen. “Now, do you want that beer, Professor Wisdom?” “Lead on,” he said, giving a theatrical bow. “Your humble dishwasher awaits further rewards.” Melissa laughed, the sound light and free as they walked side by side out of the room. The apartment didn’t feel messy anymore. It felt lived in. And for the first time in a long while, it felt like home. - Melissa set the pint down in front of Jasper with a little flourish, followed by the hot wings on a small metal tray lined with parchment. She grinned as she settled into the high stool across from him. “Beer. Wings. Domestic tranquility,” she said, mock-serious. “You’ve earned it.” Jasper gave her a slow nod of approval. “You know how to treat a man.” “I’m just repaying the hero who braved rogue dish soap and emotional debris in my apartment,” she replied, raising her glass of sparkling water. They clinked. He leaned back, taking a long sip, his eyes wandering lazily around the half-filled sports bar. The chatter, the low hum of a game playing on the screens above, the clatter of cutlery—it all made a kind of background music to the moment. Melissa tilted her head, watching him. “You know… you have this whole studied art of appearing unstudied.” Jasper raised an eyebrow, licking some hot sauce from his finger. “What now?” She waved a hand at him. “The way you dress. It’s got this very curated ‘I don’t care’ look. But it’s good. Like… movie director or architect good. You roll in with those old-school sneakers and a blazer like you just wandered out of a shoot for an indie film.” He laughed, genuinely. “Guilty. A little. My sisters have had their say in it. One of them is basically a fashion consultant by instinct. I just take what feels right.” “No shirts?” “Hate them.” “No slacks?” “Only if I’m mourning someone. Or giving a lecture that comes with a dress code.” She smirked. “So, the blazers?” He pointed at his chest. “Armor. Pockets. Freedom of movement. No bunching. Can dress it up or down. I’m telling you—blazers are the hoodies of adulthood.” Melissa giggled into her drink. “I should quote that.” “Feel free. Just give credit where it’s due.” By the time his second beer arrived, the wings were reduced to bones, and the conversation had drifted to family again. “So,” Melissa said, propping her chin on her hand. “Older sisters: advantage or curse?” Jasper made a face. “Advantage. And curse. Bossy. Controlling. Relentless. But weirdly… it’s like being loved with a laser focus. They never miss anything. Not your mood. Not your haircut. Not your lies.” Melissa nodded knowingly. “Bella’s like that. Younger, but terrifyingly perceptive. She’ll call you out while eating cereal. And somehow make you feel grateful for it.” “So it’s a sister thing,” Jasper mused. “No matter the age.” “I think it’s a girl thing,” Melissa said. “Instinct. Empathy. Brutal honesty.” “Sounds like you,” Jasper said, softly. She blinked, caught off guard. But she smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “You should.” They sat there for a moment, just letting the hum of the bar surround them, the kind of silence that only comes between two people who are starting to know each other deeply. Melissa reached for one last wing and pointed it at him. “You know what this means, right?” “What?” “You owe Bella ice cream. And books. And maybe a blazer when she turns sixteen.” Jasper grinned. “Only if she promises not to out-dress me.” - Jasper accepted the third beer from Melissa with a crooked smile and a teasing lift of his brows. “You’re really trying to get me drunk, huh?” Melissa leaned in, resting her elbows on the table, her sparkling water untouched. “I’m just encouraging your truthfulness. You’ve had opinions tonight. Might as well go three for three.” He took a sip, eyes narrowing playfully. “Well then. Since we’re speaking truths…” He set his glass down carefully, leaning back a bit, gaze dropping briefly to the fit of her jeans before returning to her face. “You know you don’t dress like someone who wants to go unnoticed.” Melissa rolled her eyes with a chuckle, but she was already blushing. “It’s not studied provocation, if that’s what you’re fishing for.” Jasper smiled slowly. “So, what is it then?” Melissa lifted a shoulder, letting her gaze drift across the bar, suddenly shy. “The jeans… show what needs showing. And the blouse…” She plucked at the soft, loose fabric near her chest. “…hides what needs hiding.” “You’re hiding?” he asked gently, his voice lower, more serious. Melissa bit her lip. “I’ve always been self-conscious. I never felt like I had the… presence.” “Melissa,” he said, and she looked at him. There was something different in his expression now—softness wrapped around certainty. “You are beautiful. That’s not the beer talking. It’s me, finally saying what I should’ve the moment I saw you.” She gave him a skeptical squint, but her eyes shimmered. “I mean it,” Jasper continued. “I don’t know what you see when you look in the mirror, but I see this agile, smart, stunning woman who moves like a gazelle—confident but light, quick, graceful. You’re all the right proportions in all the right places. You don’t need to be taller, or fuller, or louder. You’re just… you. And you’re exactly right.” Melissa gave a little huff of disbelief, looking down into her glass. “Gazelle?” He nodded. “Yeah. With better hair.” She laughed. “That’s definitely the beer talking.” “No. The beer just loosens the brakes. This stuff’s been idling under the hood since day one.” He paused, sipping slowly. “But also, I probably can’t drive home tonight. I really don’t want to end this perfect day with a DUI.” Melissa looked at him for a long beat, then offered a slow, careful smile. “We’ll talk about that.” Jasper arched an eyebrow. “Talk about it?” “We’ll figure it out,” she said, standing up and grabbing their check from the table. “Come on, Professor Charming. Let’s close the tab before you start quoting Shakespeare at me.” He stood too, pulling on his blazer, eyes never leaving hers. “You say that like it’d be a bad thing.” Melissa grinned as she led the way home. “Only if you misquote.”

“Yeah, it is ridiculous,” Annie nodded, “remember the poor girl. How did she feel? Now you will face the same experience. One more thing …” Annie looked into Kayla’s schoolbag to check if Kayla didn’t smuggle a pair of panties to change into. The cubicles in the school building were quite small, and changing diapers inside them was almost impossible.