Cloth Diapers & Panties

Thank you! I think you've picked up on something very important here. 😊 Aino's memory loss puts Elisa in a very uncomfortable position, because for a moment she has the possibility of simply accepting the version of their relationship that Aino still remembers. And with Aino injured and needing so much help, there's also a real imbalance between them right now. I don't want to spoil too much, but Aino is going to have a very strong reaction when she learns what actually happened between them. Even though her current situation is difficult and she needs a lot of help, it definitely shouldn't be taken for granted that she'll simply go back to Elisa. Whether she still wants Elisa in her life after learning the truth is something Aino will have to decide for herself. Thanks again for reading and commenting! ❤️

Chapter 9   “Put her down!” Mother hissed as the sound of a car pulled in front of the house.  Long slender fingers dug into my shoulder. Forced to stand between my father and her. It did not escape my notice the way he subtly leaned away, as if too disgusted to touch me. His own flesh and blood. But I didn’t let that get to me. There were more important things to worry about like the fact my family from hell had arrived.  I kept my expression neutral with a smile behind the plastic shield and hands folded neatly in front. My feet were already starting to hurt in the too small Mary Janes but I could not complain. I could not move. I was nothing but a doll. Malleable, bendable, expendable.  Mother broke the silence first. “Lizzie, darling, it’s been too long!”  Not long enough.  Stepping aside as they embraced, they placed two light kisses on each other’s cheeks. The resemblance between my mother and her sister were minimal.  Aunt Elizabeth was five years younger and her aging youth was apparent compared to my mother’s sixty years. Her hair still held its natural golden tone despite the growing streaks of grey. Her hands remained unblemished but the crows feet and lines around her mouth were more severe. Her thin body gave a sickly impression rather than young appearance.  The man beside her, Uncle Aruther, was heavy set with a large belly and slimy personality. I always did my best to stay away from him, and thankfully, he never seemed to have any interest in me.  “My oh my, has it really been two years?" Aunt Elizabeth gasped. “It feels like just yesterday you were all in Amazonia City. That was a beautiful summer, wasn’t it?”  A shudder slivered its way down my spine. I remembered that July specifically for how horrifyingly terrible it was. It gave me my first true glance into the dire mistreatment of Littles and how good we actually had it here in Astoria.  Watching as Father and Uncle shook hands, they patted each other on the back the way men did and I was almost hopeful that they had forgotten my presence.  Of course, that was never the case. “This can’t be!” Sutton gasped, stepping out from behind her mother. She bent down to my face so close that our noses almost touched.  Automatically, I backed up only to run into the legs of my mother. Jabbing me in the shoulder blades, I was forced forward.  Sutton took after her father with her coffee brown straight hair, overly pointed noise and thinly upturned brows. Her brother, Chance, was quite similar. Strongly built with dark fluffy hair, a severe jaw line and light eyes. They stood at nearly eleven feet tall.  “How old is she now?” Chance smirked in their posh, aristocratic tones that unnecessarily drew out every word. They talked over me as if I was not in the room. “Twenty-two last September.” “You’d think she’s two by the looks of it.” Arthur scoffed, earning a round of patronizing laughter.  My cheeks burnt pink, eyes turned down to the ground when Mother demanded, “Greet your family, Maddie. They’ve come a long way to see us.”  That was my queue.  Toddling forward, my eyes raised and I mumbled, “ith ish nife ooh ‘ee ooh.”  Courtseying low to the ground, I felt myself begin to tilt side to side from the thick diaper but caught my balance last minute.  “Such a darling!” Sutton gushed in absolute delight despite being two years younger than myself. “Can I take her to play? Oh please, Aunt Catherine!”  Oh God.  My stomach dropped in dread.  Please no.  Sutton was as harmless as Amazons come and stupid beyond belief. It seemed that when she was born they’d forgotten to deliver her brain. While she never tried to be cruel, her inherent actions always were due to the complete idiocy that made up her very being.  “Of course, you can!” Mother cooed. “But only after we eat. Frida has made up a light lunch for us on the back patio. I am sure you are all famished from the long journey.”  I knew that I would be expected to toddle mindlessly along, but I’d hoped I’d be excused, even for the briefest period of time. No one liked to eat with a messy little, at least, that’s what mother always said, but I was out of luck. For some unknown reason, she appeared to be trying extra hard to impress her even wealthier sister’s family.  Sutton decided to take charge, scooping me up in her arms before I could process what was happening.  A small “eep” burst from my lips and a trickle of pee dribbled from my lower half. She held me to her body with one arm secured around my waist, and the other between my legs with my back against her chest. Her hand rested over my crotch and at the audible squelch and dampening of padding, Sutton began to giggle.  “Silly girl!” She crooned and I was  helpless to escape as she attacks my face with a bundle of wet sloppy kisses. “I’d adopt you in a heartbeat if I could!”  Thank god she couldn’t.  Sutton was the Bake Sale mommy type. Always with her hair have blown out and not a strand out of place, fresh-pressed wrinkle-free clothes, and a good night's rest despite the screaming children just two doors down. My legs kicked aimlessly and what could have been seen as a hint of naughtiness is brushed off as a fussy little being, well, fussy.  The intricate long winding halls were a maze but we made our way outside, settling down where finger sandwiches and a charcuterie board awaited. We had a big yard that spanned just over two acres with a pool and expansive garden of flowers that mother ruled over with an iron fist. Those were her babies that no one was allowed to touch.  “Let’s get some nummies in your tummy!” Sutton gleamed, grabbing at my stomach and frowned sullenly when there was no thick fat to squeeze.  Strapped in tightly to the awaiting high chair, the only thing I could move were my arms and just barely.  I was situated between Mother who sat at the end of the table opposite of Father. On my left was Sutton who graced herself as my informal feeder as there was no cutlery on my tray table and only a cold bowl of yellow mush.  A person - I’m not sure who - stepped forward from behind. A bib snapped around my neck. It took all the strength within my tiny body not to rip the dreaded thing off. Knowing what I was thinking, mother caught my eye and I could only clench my hands into fists hidden in my lap. “I’ll feed her!” Sutton exclaimed, grabbing a spoon from her set.  “That’s very responsible of you, darling.”  her father commented.  Chance snickered, earning an irritated glare from his sister and they began to bicker.  Who are the children now? I suppressed a smirk. “Littles deserve a loving hand,” Sutton sniffed, glaring at her brother. “There’s nothing loving about you- ” “Enough!” Quickly the argument was brought to a halt by Aunt Elizabeth’s shrill tone. “If you want to behave like babies then you will be treated like one!”  That shut them up immediately. “You know I only meant it as a compliment, Sutty.” her father reassured.  “Before you know it, you’ll have one of your own - both of you,” Mother cut in and Chance frowned. “It’s good practice for the future.”  Before I could blow a casket, a mouthful of mush was shoved into my face. Startled by the sudden intrusion, I began to choke, spitting it out everywhere and my arms briefly flailed.  “Bad girl!” Sutton chastised, wiping at my messy face. Thankfully the bib caught most of it and the rest of the table regarded me in varying reactions of disgust, adoration and complete disregard.  Another spoonful came and then another. Those times, I managed to  swallow most of it. The others settled into comfortable conversation about me, the journey, and various happenings around the dimension but I knew that the purpose of the visit was not to talk about the weather.  And I was right.  Catching sight of Maria, she stood patiently at the door, awaiting when she would be called forth. She gave a subtle nod of encouragement and that did make me feel better as the conversation shifted.  Father sipped whisky, finishing up about something business related. Uncle Arthur came from an already well-to-do family in the tech industry, most specifically, surveillance. In the new digital age, it was all the rage right now, something that Father detested.  That was when Uncle Arthur began,“I was going to wait until dinner tonight to share the news, but now is as good of a time as ever I suppose.” “What is it, Arthur?” Mother frowned.  Uncle and Aunt share an excited look which could mean nothing good. “You know how well Exploratum Inc has done…”  “Of course.” Father grumbled We all knew the sacrifice it took to acknowledge their success and Uncle Arthur’s chest visibly puffed out. “Well, you know how well Exploratum Inc has done and the President has finally taken notice. Last year, he called us about a revolutionary deal. He wants us to bring state-of-the-art surveillance technology into the Portal World.” “How revolutionary are we talking about?” Mother could not help but ask.  Aunt and Uncle share a look. “Forty million Amazonian dollars.”  It’s so silent you could hear a pin drop. “Forty million dollars?” Father sputtered.  I already knew Mother was green with envy. The Lacroix’s were rich but not forty million dollars rich. It was grating on my parent’s nerves.  They never liked Arthur. He was considered new money. Gaudy and tasteless. Mother always said that her sister could do better.  I bet they weren’t thinking that now.  “I know, I know,” Arthur laughed deep. “That was our first reaction.”  “You must imagine the shock,” Aunt Elizabeth had a haughty tone to her voice.  “And what is behind this deal?” Father said when he was finally able to compose himself.  “Simple. The current administration has been facing pressure from Republicans to tighten security measures for Littles. Advocates for the Freedom of Littles Cause has gotten a bit too rowdy.”  “Why do they need Exploratum Inc?”   “To monitor, track, and detain those immature miscreants. Protests have broken out against this so-called ‘unfair’ treatment treatment of littles,” he rolled his eyes. “With Exploratum Inc, hiding will be impossibile. Any so called resistance group can be squashed before they even have a chance.”  “And nobody knows?” Father’s calm teetered at the edge. “Nobody.”  “They’re calling the Gaga Movement.” Aunt Elizabeth absentmindedly hummed.  Gaga? My brows furrow together in confusion as did the others.  “They think they can mock us and our way of life!” Uncle Arthur humphed.  Mother snickered. “It just proves our point in the end. They will never grow up if their first action is to throw a tantrum everytime they don’t get their way.”  “Tell that to the Portal World,” Father huffed.  Everyone fell silent at that.  It was no secret that the other dimension was a contentious topic, proving every stigma and bias wrong against us shorter-sized people.  Of course, I silently routed for the Portal World. There wasn’t a little in our dimension that hadn’t dreamt of making it to the other side where freedom lay but the current happenings were not looking promising.     “Did you come to gloat?” Father grumbled angrily.  Uncle Arthur only smiled knowingly. “Oh no. We came to invite you on the project. We want Maddie to be the face. What do you say?” ooOoo Me?  My eyes just about popped out of my head and I was not the only one.  “Wha- no!” Father sputtered. “Madeline? Why?”  Blotches broke out across his skin.  Mother looked faint.  I held my breath.  Waiting.  Heaving.  Blinking.  Me… “The mission is simple but if we are to convince the public of our cause it might help to have a friendly face - one of their own.”  “But Madeline?” Mother repeated wobbly, clutching her pearls.  “It’s a family business,” Uncle Arthur shrugged. “Shouldn’t we keep it in the family?”  “What’s in it for us?” Father countered, gripping the glass so tightly in his hand that I feared it would break.  “Thirty percent of the profit and dimension-wide recognition”  “No.”  “No?” Mother and everyone else gasped at the same time.  “It’s not in our best interest. We’ve pissed enough people off - “ “But - “ “No!” Father roared. His face darkened in a mix of red and purple as veins bulged from his neck. “We’re done with this conversation!”  No one even thought to ask me what I thought of this! Monitoring free citizens like they were everyday criminals. It went against every human right that our constitution laid out.  I wanted no part of this.  But unfortunately, I rarely got a choice.  Sutton dragged me away, stroking my hair and humming softly into my ear in what was attempted to be a comforting touch. Chase reluctantly followed along, grumbling the entire time.  Maria lagged in the distance, keeping a careful watch as we perused the gardens while Sutton mumbles meaningless words into my ear and attempts to start a game of pattycake.  “Oh boo,” she pouted when I refused to engage in her fun. “I suppose you are too little.”  Am not! Pulled back into reality, I was tempted to glare but Chance caught my drift, wiggling a dangerous eyebrow over her shoulder.  A warning… or a challenge.  But I was smart enough not to give him what he wanted because nothing good ever came from that.  Temporarily distracted by Chase and his scheming ways, a shriek emit from my chest at the sudden intrusion of the elastic waste and being pulled back. Sutton made a noise from her chest. “Mary!” It took less than a second to realize that she meant Maria and the fury only grew at the indignation of not even learning Maria’s name as if she was just the help.  But Marie Was used to the constant slights and took it unfazed with her head held high.  “Yes miss?” Maria doesn’t waste a moment's time and stands before us as if she were there all along.  “Make a bottle for little Maddie here.”  “What for?” Maria wearily questioned, not liking the direction this was heading and neither did I. “You’ve just eaten.”  Sutton scoffed, not used to being contradicted. “She hasn’t used her diaper in the last hour. You know how important it is for a little to potty regularly or else they could get backed up.”  There’s a silence that follows and an intense stare off between the nanny and cousin, neither willing to break first.  But all battles must come to an end. This wasn’t a fight Maria was willing to risk everything over.  “Of course,” she conceded with great regret. “It’ll just be a moment.”  Sutton hummed satisfied, bouncing me in her arms with forceful pats to the back and I know that this was retribution for refusing to play the game. The rest of the evening was spent distracted and squirming, as Sutton all but forced the gallon sized bottle between my lips and I gulped down the thick grainy formula against my will. Lounging on a checkered blanket, Maria found for us in the garden, Sutton delighted in her control as I too soon lost control of my bowels.  Chance’s faced turned a shade of green as my stomach grumbled and a silent gas passed through my body that Rene I didn’t know could smell that horrendous.  “Jesus Christ,” he groaned, moving away. “Keep her away from me!”  However, for all she took pleasure in my suffering, even Sutton could not resist the noise of disgust. Placed on the ground, I maneuvered myself into the most comfortable position I could find. Squatting low to the ground, my stomach churns and cheeks tinge pink. Breathe in. Breath out. From previous experience this was going to be a messy one.  And I was right.  I’d hardly even pushed when it all came pouring out.  The response was instinctive. Wails of disgust wrack my body as my eyes were blinded over by hot tears.  In the distance, everyone remained as before. I watched as they briefly glanced over at our direction before resuming whatever is what they were so importantly discussing. The truth of the matter was that I was the least important person here.  “Take her.” Sutton gagged and handed me off to Maria. “She shit through her clothes!” ooOoo Author’s Note:  Hey everyone! I’m so sorry that it has been so long! I started my first ever 9-5 job and underestimated how exhausting it would actually be 😭! On top of that, I had the story completed at just over thirty chapters, but have gone back and added more in so now it’s looking closer to forty. If there is anyone still reading, I hope to update soon. As always, I love hearing what you all have to think so PLEASE REVIEW! It makes my day! There’s a lot more to come, you’ll just have to wait and see!

I had one of those also... We bought one for my son way back..

Yrs ago I used to poor warm water in my diaper. But its not an issue now, as I wear 24/7 and I wet soo often, I fill mine up and now I need to do diaper checks and decide how much longer till I have to change. But I love it..

Really soon?