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By astrodiaper · Posted
But that kind of gas causes internal damage to vital parts. 😁😜 $4.22 at the corner truck stop out by work. 85 octane. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
I think it will be kill the hall pizza morning. I did have this awesome idea of going to Subway and get two footlong subs to last a couple of days, I placed my order and when I got to the store, they had closed about 10 minutes before I placed my order, but no notice online. 🤬 -
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By diaperboy187 · Posted
Made using Grok AI. Two more chapters to go for the first arc. New parts posted every Monday Part Thirteen: Mirrors of the Past and Changes in the Ruins Raven and Mira walked deeper into the overgrown ruins, the only sounds the steady crinkle of Raven’s thick diaper and the soft rustle of leaves overhead. The lavender romper felt far too short and far too revealing with every step; the blue tapes on her diaper flashed visibly with each waddle. Mira stayed a few paces behind, quiet but watchful, her own diaper crinkling softly under her lavender gown. She had never been this far outside Pamperton before, but she showed no fear — only calm concern. They pushed open a heavy, vine-covered door and stepped into a long, narrow room that had once been a grand wardrobe and dressing area. Rows of wooden racks still stood, now draped in thick vines and dust. Hanging on them were dozens of old outfits — frilly pastel dresses, footed pajamas, and rompers in every size, many with built-in diaper covers that had long since faded. On the floor were scattered piles of clothing, some neatly folded, others torn or trampled. Raven’s eyes widened as she spotted a lavender romper almost identical to the one she was currently wearing, but clearly much older and smaller. She picked it up and stared at it, her fingers tracing the snap crotch. “This… this looks exactly like what they put me in this morning,” she muttered, voice tight. Mira knelt beside a lower shelf and pulled out a small stack of sealed packages of diapers — the same brand and star pattern as the ones Raven wore now, but yellowed with age. “They kept making the same things for decades,” Mira said softly. “Whoever lived here tried so hard to make it feel normal.” Raven dropped the romper like it burned her. “Normal? This place was never normal. None of it.” Mira didn’t argue. She simply continued looking through the racks. “There are so many different sizes… some for tiny new arrivals, some for bigger ones who fought it for a long time.” Raven moved further down the row, kicking aside a pile of old clothing in frustration. Her foot hit something solid. She knelt and pulled out a small wooden box tucked behind the racks. The lid was dusty but still latched. She opened it. Inside were handwritten tags that had once been pinned to the clothes. She read them one by one. “For the new little one – Size Tiny.” “Please be gentle with her.” And then one that made her freeze: “She keeps trying to take it off. Maybe a romper will help.” Raven dropped the tag like it burned her fingers. It fluttered to the floor. Her hands started to shake. Mira noticed immediately and stepped closer. “Raven… what is it?” Raven’s voice came out hoarse. “They… they wrote notes about girls like me. Even back then they were planning how to keep us in these stupid outfits.” She kicked the box away, breathing hard. “I’m not like them. I’m not staying here.” Mira picked up the dropped tag gently and looked at it for a long moment. “No one is planning anything for you now,” she said quietly. “But I think we both might need a change soon. The walk was longer than I expected, and I can see you’re uncomfortable.” Raven’s face burned. She could feel the warmth in her own diaper, but she crossed her arms tighter. “I’m fine.” Mira gave her a small, understanding smile. “I’m not. And I’d rather not walk around uncomfortable. Would you help me? I brought supplies.” Raven stared at her. “You want me to change you?” Mira nodded calmly. “Yes. I’ll talk you through it. It’s only fair — you’ve had to let us take care of you so many times already.” Raven wanted to refuse, but the look on Mira’s face was so patient and non-judgmental that she finally muttered, “Fine. But only because we’re out here.” They found a relatively clean stone bench near the back of the wardrobe room. Mira lay down on her back without hesitation, lifting her lavender gown. Raven knelt awkwardly between her legs, the thick diaper between her own thighs making the position humiliatingly familiar. Mira’s voice stayed gentle and instructional. “Untape the sides first — one at a time, slowly. Then fold the front down. Good. Now wipe me clean, front to back, just like the dolls do for you. Yes, like that. When you’re done, ball up the old diaper and set it aside so it doesn’t make a mess.” Raven’s hands shook as she followed the steps. She wiped Mira clean, balled up the used diaper, and set it to the side. Then she sprinkled powder and taped on a fresh diaper from Mira’s satchel. As Raven worked, Mira spoke softly. “You’re doing it right, Raven. See? It’s not so different from what they do for us every day.” When Mira was freshly changed and her gown smoothed back down, she sat up and gave Raven a small, grateful smile. “Thank you. Now… would you let me return the favor?” Raven opened her mouth to refuse, but the heavy, warm squish in her own diaper made her hesitate. After a long, stubborn silence she finally muttered, “Fine. But make it quick.” Mira was just as patient and gentle with her. As she worked, she spoke softly. “Untape the sides… fold it down… wipe clean… ball up the old one… powder… new diaper. You’re doing great, Raven. I know this feels embarrassing, but you don’t have to do it alone.” Raven said nothing. She stared at the ceiling, cheeks burning hotter than ever, while Mira efficiently changed her. Once both were fresh and powdered, they continued deeper into the ruins. They entered a grand but ruined throne room. The stone throne was cracked and covered in moss. The walls were covered in massive, fading murals that told the history of the kingdom. One section showed the first arrivals being welcomed by a much younger Queen Rosabella, who looked exhausted and lonely herself. Another mural showed people walking away from Pamperton, only to return looking happier and more at peace. Raven stopped in front of a particularly detailed section that showed a girl who looked remarkably like her — short stature, dark hair, angry expression — standing at the edge of the ruins with a princess beside her. The painted girl was crying while the princess offered a hand. Mira read the small inscription beneath the mural aloud: “Some hearts fight the longest before they find home.” Raven’s voice cracked. “This mural is wrong. I’m never choosing this life.” Mira stood beside her, voice calm and kind. “I’ve never been here before, Raven. I’ve never felt the way you do about the baby stuff. I chose to stay because Pamperton gave me something I never had outside — safety, sisters, and a place where I didn’t have to be strong all the time. But I understand why you’re fighting so hard. I really do.” Raven turned away, fists clenched. “Then why are you still here? Why follow me if you’re so happy being a padded princess?” Mira smiled gently. “Because even happy princesses don’t want their new sister to be alone and scared in the dark.” Raven had no answer. She kept walking, Mira following quietly behind her, the ruins stretching on and on. The day was far from over. And the path ahead still held more secrets than either of them expected. -
Just to be clear, the diapers are at most a bit wet. I never mess them out of respect of other people (and also I hate the cleanup). The wearing is mostly for comfort.
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