2011

Online crap is so invasive now days, look at something on Google and it shows up everywhere (Facebook.....). So now I use a VPN and am mindful of where I surf or how I pay for things. Quite sure with more and more AI, things will be more interesting to come.

Chapter 138 That evening, we all gathered around the fire pit. The logs crackled softly, sending sparks drifting up into the dark sky like tiny fireflies. The girls’ faces glowed in the firelight as they roasted marshmallows, concentrating hard as they slid the gooey treats onto graham crackers with chocolate. Sticky fingers, melted chocolate, and giggles—it was the kind of simple perfection that made the whole day feel complete. As the night grew later, Terry called her two girls over, as they were walking over Terry pulled down her top. Settling them close so she could nurse them. They both latched on and were sucking on her boobs like there was no tomorrow. There was something tender in the way they curled against her, the firelight catching in their hair. I slipped inside to make a warm bottle of milk for Betsy, then came back out and settled her on my lap. She relaxed instantly, her hands resting against me as she drank, her eyes half‑lidded with sleepiness. Feeding her beside the fire, with the quiet night wrapped around us, felt unexpectedly peaceful. While Terry tended to her kids, our moms sat nearby, talking softly about the day—how much fun everyone had, how smoothly things had gone, how good it felt to all be together like this. Their voices blended with the crackle of the fire, creating a kind of gentle background music to the moment. As I sat there feeding Betsy, her body relaxed against me, I glanced over at Terry. She was nursing her twins, gently patting their diapered bottoms in a slow, rhythmic motion. The look on her face said everything—soft, peaceful, completely content. It was clear how much she loved moments like this. About ten minutes later, Betsy finished her bottle, her eyelids drooping as sleep crept in. I lifted her carefully, resting her against my shoulder for a moment before checking her diaper. One touch told me she needed to be changed. I looked over at Terry just as she was checking on her twins. She gave me a knowing smile. Yep, she said quietly. These two need changing too. I nodded and headed inside, dropping Betsy’s empty bottle in the sink before carrying her to the changing room. When I stepped in, Terry was already there, changing her girls with practice ease. I told Betsy gently, “I’ll change you right after I help Terry get her twins into the crib. Betsy nodded sleepily around her pacifier. Okay, she murmured. The room felt warm and calm—just the soft rustle of diapers, the quiet breathing of tired kids, and the easy teamwork that had settled naturally between all of us. When we laid the twins down in the crib, they sank into the blankets with that soft, sleepy heaviness that only comes at the end of a full, happy day. The way they curled toward each other, breathing slowly and even, made it clear—this really had been the perfect first day for them. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Betsy was already waiting beside the changing table, small and patient in the soft glow of the night‑light. Her eyelids drooped heavily, and she clutched her pacifier with the kind of sleepy determination that said she was more than ready to be tucked in. I told her I’d be right with her—I just needed a quick stop in the bathroom. Once inside, I figured I might as well get undressed before heading back out. If I was already ready for the night, I could get Betsy settled even faster. When I stepped back into the bedroom, the air felt warmer again, carrying that faint, sweet scent of baby lotion. Betsy’s eyes lifted to mine, and in an instant, they brightened—like someone had switched on a tiny light inside her. Her whole face opened into a wide, sleepy grin, the kind that makes your chest warm just to see it. As I walk over to her all what she said as she was pointing to my penis was, I need to see and feel that more often. I just smiled at her and said, well tonight is your lucky day because you get to see it and tomorrow, I will make sure you get to feel it before I put you into your night diaper. When I walked over to her, she grabbed ahold of it and rubbed it a few times as she was rubbing, she had a big smile watching it glow to its full size. Before letting it go and said I still cannot believe how big that gets. I just smile at her. I gently lifted her shirt over her head and helped her climb onto the changing table. Once she was settled, I paused, letting the quiet of the room settle around us. The soft rustle of fabric and the faint scent of baby lotion hung in the air, warm and familiar. As I was removing her plastic pants I went, hey, can I ask you something? I said, keeping my voice low. She looked at me with those tired, steady eyes—still sleepy, but listening. Yes. I just want to make sure you’re okay with everything that happened today, I said. With Terry and her twins, all the noise and excitement… I want to be sure you’re comfortable. Because with you being 20 and still wanting to wear diapers all the time, I just want to make sure you are comfortable with them around. Terry just said that she is ok with it. Besty said remember the twins stayed with us not too long ago and they got used to seeing Lena changing me out of a wet or messy diaper of mine. They also saw me sucking my thumb or on a pacifier, so it doesn’t affect me in anyway when they see me like that.  Now the first time that you changed my diaper in front of Terry I had felt a brief wave of embarrassment, but she stood far enough with her two girls waiting her turn to diaper them. That wasn’t too bad. "But once you had me pinned up fresh in a new diaper and I was standing right next to the changing table, you looked over and asked me plainly if I wanted a top to put on, and without taking a single second to think, I told you no—the diaper would be just enough for the morning.   "Then I turned around and there Terry was, standing exactly five feet away from me and looking down straight at my boobs.   That was the exact moment when I felt the most embarrassed, with her standing right there looking at my boobs in the morning light. They might be small compared to the others, but I am incredibly proud of them! I didn't completely get over that initial sting of embarrassment until I sat down, thought about it for a while, and remembered that later on in the afternoon, our moms would also be completely nude and walking around the yard. Realizing that absolutely everyone in our close family circle was fully uninhibited and comfortable being naked made all my worry completely melt away." From that point on I didn’t think too much of it. When we were down at the lake, I didn’t even think about it when I asked you to take my diaper off to play with the twins in the lake. So, I take it you are ok with everything going on. Yes, I am she said, but she is not going to be changing me. I just went ok Terry is not allowed to change you. With a smile I laid her down on the table and started to remove her plastic pants. As I was doing that, she put her thumb back into her mouth and gave me a big wide smile. By the time she was done talking I had removed the wet diaper from her, and she had spread her legs wide so that I could wipe her front. Once the completion of wiping her front was done, I was getting ready to pick up her ankles and wipe that sweet bottom hers. "The door to the room opened softly, and that’s when Terry walked straight in, wearing just a short t-shirt and bikini panties.   "I looked up at her, and the very first thing what I noticed was that her headlights were fully on, and they were on absolute high beam under the thin fabric of her shirt. I then looked down slightly and could tell from the brief layout of her bikini underwear that she had just as much dark, thick pubic hair as her mom had, if not even more. It literally looked like she had a thick rug coming straight out of both sides of her panties. Terry stopped in her tracks, a sudden, completely surprised look breaking across her face as she saw the two of us standing there completely naked."   "She blushed slightly, looking between us, and said that she was incredibly sorry that she had just walked in on us like this, but she added that she had a quick question for Betsy if that was completely okay. I looked over at Betsy, whose face had instantly turned a bright, blazing beet-red color from the sudden intrusion, but she took a deep breath, adjusted her pacifier, and told Terry that it was perfectly okay for her to ask.   So that's exactly what Terry did. She asked her directly if Betsy wanted to travel with us tomorrow morning into town. Betsy blinked, thoroughly curious about the sudden trip, and asked, 'Why exactly are you guys going into town tomorrow?'  With that question asked, Terry smiled warmly and immediately went off into a full explanation of what our major game plan was for tomorrow's errands, her voice full of total, relaxed cabin solidarity as our close team stood unified and ready to map out the next day's adventure.   "I waited for a couple of minutes hoping that they would get done with their talk, but they just kept on going, completely locked into their conversation about tomorrow's errands.   "I could tell that they were going to be talking for a while, so I just said to hell with it and decided to keep moving forward with the routine. I picked up Betsy’s ankles, lifted her legs, and slid the wet diaper out from underneath her bottom, setting the damp cloth right at the end of the changing table. What surprised me was that while Terry was talking to Betsy, she didn't miss a single beat; she just reached over, picked the wet diaper up, and casually added it to the diaper pail for me. She acted like it was a completely normal, everyday occurrence, showing just how used to the family layout she had truly become."   "With that unexpected help, I just went back to our usual care routine, pouring out some baby oil and baby powder and making sure I covered her bottom completely to protect her skin. After I finished, I slid a fresh, new cloth diaper straight under her and sat her ankles back down. What surprised me next was when Betsy spread her legs wide apart on her own so that I could easily take care of her front. It was like she didn’t care at all that Terry was standing right there five feet away seeing everything. As I was taking care of her front, I kept looking up at Betsy's face. Every single time that she was talking to Terry, she took her thumb out of her mouth, and the very second she wasn’t talking, she would put it right back in to self-soothe."   "By the time I was fully done with rubbing in the powder, those two were still talking non-stop about going to town the next day. I just shook my head with a warm, amused smile, reached down to pull up the thick front of her diaper, and securely pinned it on both sides. I helped her slide off the table and finished the layout by pulling her plastic pants right up over the padding, leaving her perfectly clean, comfortable, and leak proof. I looked at both of them and told them they could pick things up again tomorrow—right now, it was time for bed. Terry glanced over at me, a little sheepish, and gave a small nod. Sorry, she said. I’ll see you two tomorrow. "On her way out, Terry paused directly in the doorway, studying me for a second with a highly amused expression.   "'My mom’s completely right,' she said with a quick, playful grin, her eyes tracking my form. 'You are big.'  She stood there, looking down straight at my rock-hard salute without a single bit of hesitation. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at her blunt honesty, but the absolute best part came when Betsy chimed in right from her spot, her voice soft but completely certain under her pacifier. 'Yes, he is—and it’s all mine,' Betsy stated proudly, locking in her total cabin solidarity and staking her claim with a giant, beautiful smile. Terry just smiled broadly as she finally headed out the door into the hallway, shaking her head with that amused, knowing look only she could pull off, leaving the room completely filled with shared laughter." I helped Betsy into bed and sat beside her for a moment. I was a little surprised you were okay with Terry being in the room earlier while you were getting your diaper changed, I admitted. She let out a small sigh, her voice soft in the dim light. I wasn’t at first, she said. But she has seen me getting changed three times now, and she’s going to be here for another five days. It’s probably going to happen again, so… it’s not that big of a deal. But she’s not going to be changing me, Betsy added quickly, her voice firmer than before. She shifted on the pillow, pulling the blanket up to her chin as she looked at me with that earnest, matter‑of‑fact expression she gets when something really matters to her. Right Terry isn’t allowed to change you, I said. With that, I leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. She let out a soft, content little sigh, her eyes already half‑closed. I slipped into bed beside her, and she instinctively curled into my arms, settling against me as if it were the most natural place in the world. The room felt quieter then, wrapped in that soft, end‑of‑the‑day stillness that only comes when everything finally slows down.

Made the mistake of using shop-pay to check out quickly somewhere, and now they are on to me, emailing me diaper ads lol.

They'd be so dry!

My most embarrassing moment was at the grocery store. I was standing in a queue at the checkout and needed to poop. I messed my diaper because it felt thrilling to do it in public. However, the person at the checkout was having an issue with the card machine and so the queue stopped moving. After a few minutes, the smell of my diaper started to attract the attention of some of the customers. I avoided eye contact and hoped that they didn't know it was me. Needless to say, after I'd paid for my shopping, I made a very quick exit. I always think twice before pooping in public now