Cloth Diapers & Panties

Can't count to 30 without using his fingers, can barely walk, can't swear, looks like a girl, sounds like a baby, no real continence... Lucas is the last one to accept how fully babified he's become. Even the stubborn internal insistence that he's not a baby is very babyish. And like with Juliette, he's looking up to someone younger than him, letting a 12 year old lead him into mischief. I feel like Rebecca is going to ditch Lucas in a hedge maze or something. Good luck kiddo.

Chapter 127 When Besty’s mom reached our room, she paused at the doorway and explained to Lena, this is the kids’ bedroom. It has its own bathroom, which makes things easier. With Besty being in diapers most of the time now, it’s just simpler to let them have this space. Plus, it’s the only room big enough to hold a changing table and all her supplies. She turned to Besty with a gentle smile. Speaking of which… I’m sure you’d like to get a clean one put on you. Besty nodded shyly, her cheeks faintly pink, thumb still tucked in her mouth. With practiced ease, her mom began popping the snaps of the bubble jumper, lifting it up and over Besty’s head. She then scooped her up and laid her gently onto the padded changing table. The familiar routine carried a sense of care and comfort, the kind of rhythm that came naturally after many times before. Before starting the change, she picked up one of Besty’s pacifiers from the nearby basket and held it out. Do you want this? she asked softly. Besty removed her thumb from her mouth and let her mom place the pacifier between her lips. She began sucking quietly, her eyes closing slightly as she settled into the moment, reassured by the comfort of the familiar gesture. The room felt warm and calm—sunlight filtering through the window, the soft rustle of supplies being readied, and Lena watching with quiet curiosity, taking in the gentle routine that was part of Besty’s everyday life. As Besty’s mom was unpinning the diaper, Lena rummaged through the diaper bag and pulled out the messy diaper from earlier in the day. Holding it up carefully, she asked, is it okay if I take care of this? Besty’s mom glanced over, saw what Lena was holding, and chuckled. So, she gave you a present? Lena laughed, shaking her head. Yes, she did—and it was a big one. Besty’s mom grinned knowingly. Oh, I’ve gotten more than one big present from Besty before. Her tone carried both humor and the easy patience of a mother used to these routines. She nodded toward the bathroom. Go ahead. There’s a poop sprayer in there you can use. Lena blinked, clearly puzzled. What’s a poop sprayer? Besty’s mom paused mid‑change, holding Besty’s legs gently in the air with one hand while reaching for wipes with the other. She gave Lena a look of surprise. You’ve got two granddaughters in cloth diapers, right? Yes, Lena replied, still curious. And you’ve never heard of a poop sprayer? Besty’s mom shook her head with a laugh. Girl, you are missing out. It’s the best invention out there for anyone using cloth diapers. You hook it up so that when you spray, all the mess washes straight into the toilet—no touching, no mess on your hands. Whoever came up with it, I hope they made a fortune. She adjusted Besty’s pacifier gently, making sure it stayed in place as she sucked quietly, her eyes half‑closed in comfort. I’ll show you how to use it once I’m done changing Besty, she added warmly. Lena smiled, intrigued, and glanced toward the bathroom as if already imagining how it worked. The room carried a mix of laughter, routine care, and curiosity—Besty’s mom moved with practiced ease, Lena eager to learn something new, and Besty herself lying calmly on the table, reassured by the familiar rhythm of her mom’s care. Once Besty’s mom finished changing her, she asked gently, “Do you want a top on? Besty shook her head no; pacifier still tucked between her lips. Smiling, her mom turned to Lena. Bring the diaper with the present Besty made for you, and I’ll show you how to use the poop sprayer. The three of them walked into the bathroom together, their footsteps echoing softly against the wooden floor. The bathroom was simple but practical—white tile, a sturdy toilet, and shelves neatly stacked with extra cloth diapers, wipes, and supplies. Besty’s mom picked up a stand and set it near the toilet. This is how we use it, she explained. Now, it had to be modified for Besty’s size. Originally, it was designed for babies and toddlers, but as you can imagine, that didn’t quite work for her. My husband extended the height of the stand a little, and now it works perfectly. She demonstrated step by step: You place the stand on the edge of the toilet, hang the diaper from the top, and let it fall open into the bowl. Always make sure the messy side is facing down into the water. Next, she picked up the handheld sprayer, a small chrome nozzle attached to the side of the toilet. This is the part that makes life easy. Start spraying from the bottom and work your way up—it’s much simpler that way. She pressed the trigger, and a fine stream of water washed across the fabric. Within minutes, the diaper was clean, the mess was gone, and the cloth looked fresh again. One last tip, she added, setting the sprayer aside. Always keep the diaper pail right next to the toilet. That way, you don’t drip water on the floor when you move the diaper. She dried her hands, then held them up with a grin. See? No mess on your hands at all. Lena laughed, shaking her head in amazement. When I get back home, I’m buying one of these for my grandkids. It’ll make my life a whole lot easier. Betsy stood nearby with her pacifier, her face turning bright red in the warm morning light as she watched, She shifted slightly, embarrassed but quiet, knowing there wasn’t much she could do—it was her messy cloth diaper being expertly rinsed clean right there in the toilet. I don’t know what I would do without the diaper sprayer now, because trying to rinse out a heavy, soiled cloth diaper directly in the toilet bowl is an absolute mess and a whole lot of unnecessary work. With the high-pressure nozzle doing the heavy lifting in seconds, our entire nursery routine remained remarkably smooth and efficient." The moment carried a mix of humor, practicality, and tenderness: Lena learning something new, Besty’s mom sharing her routine with ease, and Besty herself caught between embarrassment and the comfort of being cared for. With Lena now knowing what a poop sprayer was and how to use it, Besty’s mom smiled and said, “Let’s head out to the kitchen and meet up with the others. Mom and I were still busy putting away groceries and supplies when the three of them came walking in. Besty toddled in first, wearing just her diaper and sucking quietly on her pacifier, her little feet padding across the wooden floor. She looked both innocent and content, her cheeks still faintly pink from earlier. My mom glanced up from the counter and asked, how did everything go with the diaper change? Besty’s mom laughed, shaking her head with amusement. Well, Lena didn’t know what a poop sprayer was—but thanks to Besty’s messy diaper from earlier today, she sure does now. Lena chuckled, That’s the first thing I’m going to buy when I get home. I’ll use it on my granddaughters’ diapers whenever they make a mess. Everyone laughed at that, the sound filling the cabin with warmth and ease. The laughter seemed to chase away the last bit of travel fatigue, making the kitchen feel lively and welcoming. The three of them joined in to help us finish putting everything away. Boxes were opened, bags were unpacked, and soon the counters were lined with neatly stacked supplies—canned goods, fresh fruit, folded linens, and the familiar diaper supplies that had their own place in the corner. At one point, Besty’s mom reached into a box and pulled out a bundle of small cloth diapers. Holding them up, she asked curiously, who do these belong to? They’re far too small for Besty. I explained that Besty started wetting more than her nighttime diaper could hold. Lena offered a couple of the diapers she uses for her granddaughters as stuffers. We tried it for a couple of nights, and since there weren’t any leaks, we’ve been using them every night since. Besty’s mom nodded with approval, folding the small diapers neatly back into the box. That’s clever, she said with a smile. Sometimes the simplest solutions work the best. She turned to her daughter. Here, honey, take these diapers back to your room and put them next to your nighttime ones. Besty grabbed them from her mom with both hands, her pacifier bobbing slightly as she nodded. She padded off down the hallway, the sound of her feet echoing softly against the wooden floor. A couple of minutes later she returned, empty‑handed, and slipped back into the kitchen, content to be near everyone again. The cabin felt alive now, filled with chatter, laughter, and the comforting rhythm of family settling in. Bags rustled as they were unpacked, dishes clinked softly as they were stacked away, and voices overlapped in warm conversation. Besty moved among us, her diaper crinkling faintly with each step, pacifier still in her mouth as she listened quietly to the stories being shared. The golden glow from the lanterns in the kitchen cast a warm light across the room, bouncing off the wooden beams and stone fireplace. It gave the whole space a cozy, welcoming feel, as if the cabin itself was embracing everyone, drawing them together after the long journey. The air carried the faint scent of pine and the promise of dinner soon to come, making the moment feel complete—family gathered, laughter flowing, and the start of summer memories already unfolding. My mom asked Lena with a smile, “Do you like corndogs? Lena laughed, shaking her head. The only reason I go to a fair is that I can eat a corndog. Perfect, my mom replied, clearly pleased. That’s what we’re having for dinner tonight. And don’t worry—they’re homemade, not the store‑bought kind. I leaned toward Lena with a grin. Mom’s homemade ones are ten times better than anything you’ll find at a fair. Lena’s eyes lit up. Sounds like I’m in for a treat then. Besty, bouncing a little with excitement, added through her pacifier, you’re in for a very big treat with those corndogs she makes. The kitchen was filled with laughter, the kind that made the cabin feel even warmer. Just then, Lena turned to me. Did you bring the cooler in from the car? I shook my head. No, not yet. We need to get it, she said firmly, so we can get the milk into the freezer. Besty’s mom raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering across her face. You don’t need to bring milk with you—we can just run into town when we’re out. I gave her a look and said, not this kind of milk. She tilted her head, puzzled. What are you talking about? The cooler was so large that it took both Lena and me to carry it inside. The handles dug into our hands as we lifted it together, the weight reminding us of just how much was packed inside. We set it down by the freezer, the lid creaking as we opened it. Inside were neatly sealed packages of milk, frosty from the ice packs. Besty’s mom leaned closer, inspecting them. Why are the milk packages like that? And what’s so special about it? I glanced at Lena. You should answer that one. Lena nodded, brushing her hair back. Well, as you know, my daughter has two girls, and she breastfeeds them both. She produces so much milk that she must pump three times a day on top of feeding them twice a day. That means she ends up with a lot of extra breast milk. Besty’s mom blinked, still curious. Okay, but that doesn’t explain why you brought breast milk here. Lena smiled knowingly. Remember when I babysat Besty for those ten days? Yes, Besty’s mom said. I heard you two had a good time together. We did, Lena agreed warmly. But let’s get back to the breast milk. During those ten days, I was also babysitting my grandkids for six of them. Each time I made bottles for them, I asked Besty if she wanted breast milk or chocolate milk. At first, she always chose chocolate milk, though I could tell she was thinking hard about it. Lena paused, smiling at the memory. On the third night, while I was preparing a bottle, I told her I’d make a deal. If she wanted, she could try breast milk—and if she didn’t like it, we’d toss it out and I’d make her chocolate milk instead. She thought about it for a while, then said she wanted to try. So, I made a bottle of warm, fresh milk and gave it to her. Once she had it in her mouth, she never set it down until it was empty. She chuckled softly. Since that night, Besty has been drinking two bottles of breast milk a day. The only thing is, here at the cabin she’ll only get one a day because we couldn’t bring enough with us. Besty’s mom looked at her daughter in surprise. So, do you like drinking breast milk? Besty pulled her pacifier out just long enough to say, it’s better than chocolate milk—and you know how much I like that. Her mom laughed, shaking her head. Well, I guess I didn’t need to buy as much chocolate milk then. The whole kitchen erupted in laughter, the sound echoing warmly through the cabin. Between the promise of homemade corndogs, the cooler safely tucked away, and the playful teasing about Besty’s new favorite drink, the evening felt lighthearted and full of family closeness. The smell of hot oil and cornmeal batter filled the kitchen, hinting at dinner soon to come. My mom glanced at Besty’s mom with a knowing smile. Isn’t it about time for you to surprise your daughter with what we bought for her? Besty’s mom nodded. Well, it is dinnertime, and she’ll need it for dinner. She disappeared down the hall, and after a few minutes returned carrying a brand‑new high chair. Besty’s eyes widened, her pacifier bobbing as she smiled. Her mom set the chair down proudly. Since you like to use one at home, we thought you should have one here at the cabin too. Besty’s face lit up, and she mumbled a thank‑you around her pacifier. Her mom leaned down, scooped her up, and settled her into the seat. She clipped the tray in place and fastened the strap snugly between her legs. We don’t want to take a chance of you slipping out, she said warmly. My mom walked over with a grin, holding a fresh bib. We also picked up some new bibs for you. She tied one around Besty’s neck and stepped back. The bib reads Mom’s Little Stinker in playful letters. Both Lena and I chuckled—it was cute, though I could tell Besty wasn’t thrilled. After all, what nineteen‑year‑old girl would be happy wearing a bib? The sizzling sound of corndogs frying grew louder, and the smell became irresistible. Lena inhaled deeply. Wow, this smells so good. I grinned. Just wait until you taste one. Soon Mom came over with a platter piled high with golden corndogs. She placed two on Besty’s tray and set the rest on the table. I made two for everyone, so dig in. Before taking her first bite, Lena laughed. These are so big—I’ll only be able to eat one. I raised an eyebrow knowingly. We’ll see about that. My mom chuckled at the exchange. Lena took two bites and her eyes widened. This is amazing. Besty, already munching happily, nodded. I told you they were. By the time dinner was over, not a single corndog remained. I leaned back and teased Lena. I thought you were only going to eat one. She laughed, wiping her hands. They were so good I’m glad there weren’t three, because I would’ve eaten the third one too. I smiled at her, enjoying the easy laughter that filled the room. When the plates were cleared, Besty’s mom spoke up. Why don’t you kids show Lena the cabin while we clean up? That sounds like a good idea, I agreed. Lena walked over to help Besty out of her high chair, unfastening the strap and lifting her gently down. Besty’s pacifier bobbed as she smiled, ready to join us for the tour. I said, Let’s start in the back, in Besty’s and my room. When we got there, I looked at Besty and said gently, put away your pacifier for now—you’re going to help show Lena the cabin. Besty nodded, slipping onto her nightstand, and stood a little taller, ready to play tour guide. I told Lena, I’ll let Besty explain where everything is for her changing time. Besty walked over to the table and pointed proudly. On top, this is where we keep wipes, powder, and creams. She crouched down and tapped the shelf below. And here are my diapers. The ones on the left are daytime diapers, and the ones on the right are nighttime diapers. I added, While Besty shows you the bathroom where more of her supplies are kept, I’m going to grab one of the baby diapers and add it to her nighttime one, so it’ll be ready at bedtime. Both agreed that was a smart idea. By the time I finished, Besty and Lena were walking back out of the bathroom, chatting easily. We moved on to Lena’s room. She stepped inside and her eyes widened. Wow, this is bigger than I expected—and that view out the window is beautiful. I’m definitely going to enjoy my stay here. After that, we showed her both of our moms’ rooms, and finally the main bathroom. Besty took the lead again, pointing out the shower and explaining how it worked. I glanced down at the drawers and smiled. I can tell you’ve been welcomed here by our moms. Lena tilted her head. How’s that? I pointed to the drawers with her name neatly labeled on them. They moved some of their things, so you’d have space for yourself. Lena’s face softened. Well, that was very nice of them. As we were walking out, Besty suddenly stopped and turned to Lena. You’re going to have to get used to our moms, because they don’t close the bathroom door much when they’re in there. Doesn’t matter if they’re just peeing, taking a bath, or showering—most of the time the door is open. Lena laughed, shaking her head. I can get used to it. I mean, all but one of us have the same parts, if you know what I mean. Besty giggled, her cheeks pink. That’s very true. The three of us walked back down the hall together, the cabin feeling even more like home now that Lena had seen every corner of it.

Really great sequence, I'm not into any kind of medfet afaik, but damn this made me question my interests...

Last night, I slept in my Blue Stich & Angel sleepsuit from Vanilla Underground over my Tena Slip Maxi Active Fit diaper. When I got up this morning, I changed from my wet night diaper into a new clean Tena diaper and put the sleepsuit back on. After a few hours, I took off my diaper—which was by then both wet and soiled—and took a shower after thoroughly cleaning the diaper area. After the shower, I put on a Libero pull-up in size 10 (35–60 kg) along with a long-sleeved, dark brown bodystocking to keep the pull-up in place. Finally, I put on striped socks and my dark red Hoss Intropia dungarees/romper for the rest of the day. My pull-up is already wet, and I need to change into a new, dry one before I go out shopping.

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