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I do think we'll have an even thicker more absorbent MegaMax made in the USA some day. But it's not tops on our list and we have a bunch of other new ideas already being worked on. Thanks for your patience and support.

Got a mildly wet Megamax on, chilling in my room. Almost had a panic cause my parents wanted something lifted but I doubt they could tell anything cause I have my onesie on + my hoodie and a long polo shirt I was wearing earlier. nobody noticed or cared.  

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Matthew followed Kaiser and entered the room. He was surprised by its size and luxury. It was much larger than his own private room; the luxury was the same. He stepped forward slowly, holding Astrid tightly. He could feel her tremble as she entered a room she didn’t belong to. At least, her face and eyes revealed that feeling. “Yeah, cousin,” he reacted to Kaiser question, “it’s time to reveal the surprise,” he smiled at Astrid. “Miss Astrid, my cousin offered me help. Tonight, you will pretend to be my Pet, and he will provide me and you with necessary clothing … and supplies.” … Julia stepped to Astrid and made a pirouette in front of her, ”miss Astrid, how do you like my clothes? My Kai will lend you a proper attire for this night.” She took Astrid at hand and pulled her to the bed, “Kai will change my wet diapee now. Can you stay with me please?” She acted like a little girl and didn’t show any sign of embarrassment; she would be exposed in front of Astrid … and Matthew, but she apparently didn’t mind it at all. Her adult behavior disappeared at that moment. … Matthew stared at Julia in utter shock. Was she serious? She would be changed in public even if the public consisted of two strangers only. However, her eyes were sincere and full of expectation, the eyes of a toddler. He hesitantly stepped forward but tried to keep a larger distance while Astrid stood next to the bed where Julia had pulled her.

REIKO'S DIAPER DATE “John, I thought that went well.” Ian was sitting back in his chair, mentally reviewing their presentation. “Really well,” Professor Lessing agreed. He had chosen to join the meeting with Mark Chambrey, Vickie's attorney friend, because the stakes were so high. “Amos, your thoughts?” “He says that he can get the tape copyrighted for us, and that's why we were here. As long as we can use it to move the VA off the dime, I'm good.” “So we use it as trade bait to score additional funding to help troubled vets,” John concluded. “Ian, do you want to run this through the Pentagon, or leave me to handle it on this end?” “Let's leave Washington out of this,” Ian decided. He was thinking that using the Soviet military elite to mount an operation on American soil was going to burn a lot of bridges, but it was a price he was willing to pay. The outcome would ultimately hinge on who the bad guys turned out to be. There were so many agencies in the alphabet soup; if it was small enough, he would be lionized for eliminating a rogue outfit, and the whys and wherefores would be swept under the table. “Ian, are you okay with Vickie running off to … uh … entertain Mark?” Rita was uneasy; she knew that Mark and Vickie had had a long relationship-- the kind that played itself out in seedy hotel rooms out near the airport. Ian snorted. “Rita, she's wearing a diaper, and it's locked on. The worst that can happen is she sucks his cock. I can live with that.” Rita winced. Ian was being brutally blunt, and it was not like him at all. He had come out of his private conversation with Spats Belmondo the night before a changed person. It was clear that he had a fairly good idea where Linh was imprisoned, and that he was planning her rescue. A lot of people were going to die in the process. “Eye on the prize,” she managed to spit out, and it was true. This was Priscilla's night in the rotation, and Ian and Vickie would not bed down in his crib until Saturday night, three days in the future. By then Mark Chambrey would be water under a distant bridge. . . . . “So, what's with the diaper, Vic? I mean … really … you've got a great ass! Extra padding you do not need! I hope it's not a problem with the plumbing.” “No, Mark, everything's fine. I was abused as a child, and Sarah's helping me to deal with the damage. She's the strict but loving parent that I never had when I was young. Diapers, baby bottles, spankings … I'm going back to the beginning.” “Where's Ian come into this? The way the two of you look at one another ...” “We're trying to have a baby. That's why I won't have more than this one glass of wine. And the diaper's locked on … Sarah doesn't trust me not to give in to my impulses.” Vickie and Mark had retreated from the Psych ward to have dinner at a German restaurant near the hospital. They were both having Wiener schnitzel with all the trimmings, and limiting herself to one glass of her favorite Riesling was testing Vic's willpower. “He really stepped into the spotlight when he confronted that reporter on live TV. I asked around … the guy's a genuine war hero but his family history is tragic. First his parents and then his wife and little girl. And I spoke with Julia Canon the other day. He's also trying to have a baby with her daughter, Priscilla. Vic, what's going on?” “We have formed a commune, modeled on one in San Francisco that I visited this summer. Ian is the lone male in a collective with seven women, six of us living in Rita's house. We all want to have him father our babies, but one-- a Lesbian-- by way of artificial insemination. He gets two nights off in an eight day rotation.” “Is he marrying anybody, or simply living out the ultimate male wet dream?” “Sarah.” “And you're all good with this? None of the usual catfighting?” “None whatsoever. Ian doesn't play favorites, although it's obvious that his feelings for Pris and I run really deep. By the way, the Canons are adopting me. I'm about to become Victoria Canon.” “I know. I've been coaching Julia on the legal technicalities. She's already lined up the judge-- one of her neighbors.” “We're planning on doing two adoptions and the wedding at the same time. Cuts down on the expense to fold it all into one ceremony.” “Two?” “Bernice Miller, the house mom at ZAP, the sorority that Ian has taken to heart, is adopting him.” “Yeah, I saw the segment on that 'diaper your favorite nurse' auction on the news last night. That was nicely staged by the way, but the close-up with Ian and the sorority girls warmed even my cold heart. There was so much love there ...” “So, any problem with the copyright?” “None whatsoever. I'll draw up the paperwork tomorrow, and I'll have a courier stop by the university and then the hospital to get signatures from Ian and Amos. The courier is also a Notary Public, so we just need two adults to witness each signature. Piece of cake.” “Want an invitation to the wedding?” “For sure. Seat us with the Carlsons.” “You know Andrew and Emily?” “Hey, we've been representing Andrew for years. He keeps our corporate attorneys happily occupied. Word on the street has it that he also wants to steal Ian away from the university. Just how many languages does the guy speak, anyway?” “Hard to know since Ian doesn't bother counting. But Langley can't replace him, which explains why the Agency is searching worldwide for his daughter and wants Ian to have children with all of us. If our children inherit his gift, we'll be raising an entire family of secret agents to take Ian's place.” “Jeez. The way you put it, I don't know whether to envy the guy or pity him. What you're describing is not exactly the way I've raised my kids.” “Look into the Kerista commune out west, Mark. You might be impressed. I was.” “And as I well know, Doctor Victoria Robinson is not easily impressed. And with that, dinner is served!” Vickie paused to take another small sip of her wine before picking up her knife and fork. She wanted to sample the schnitzel before attacking it with a wedge of lemon. Ian's love affair with food, she realized, had begun to rub off on her. . . . . “Ian, I'm beginning to think that both of us need to quit our day jobs. We'll open a restaurant; I'll manage the front, and the kitchen will be your province. We'll offer fine dining with a menu that rotates daily. The rich and famous will besiege us for reservations. We'll make a fortune.” “Thanks, Sarah. I take it that dinner was satisfactory, although it was all leftovers?” “Are you kidding? It was fabulous! Does that wrap have a name?” “Several. In the Caucasus it's called shashlik, and in the Levant shawarma. Doner kebab in Istanbul, and gyro in Athens. Pretty much the same meat everywhere, with lamb being the favorite. Bit of variation in the spices and the sauces; ours was the Greek variety. Add some fresh onion to the lamb, coat with our breast milk tzatziki, and we're good to go.” “Incredible. And it went well even with iced tea. Thanks for that. I want you to lay completely off the booze until we all have buns in the oven. Deal?” “The breast milk's gonna get old, but yeah, I can survive without alcohol for a while.” “Breast milk during the day, but we'll treat you to something else at dinner. As long as it's non-alcoholic, you can have anything you want.” “Vic's still not home, so who gets cleanup?” “Pris. Your next stop is the nursery. We'll lose the diaper and the chastity cage; you hit the shower while Pris takes care of the kitchen, and then you settle into your crib while she freshens up. She wants to surprise you.” “Where's Vic gonna sleep?” “In her crib, silly. Ian, you need to get used to this. You are not going to have a lot of privacy.” “A threesome would be nice. Can we get a bigger crib?” Sarah burst out laughing. Leave it to Ian to find the silver lining in any cloud. “When we get our new digs, we'll have one custom made,” she teased. “That's a promise.” “Up on the changing table,” she directed as they entered the nursery. Ian hastened to comply, and in less than a minute he was off to the shower. In his absence, Sarah put a pad and a fresh diaper down for him to lay on. She positioned a diaper pail on the floor within easy reach, and attached their diaper bags to the bars on the back side of the crib. Everything was in order when Ian returned. “Pris is going all out tonight, Ian, so try and make this a memorable evening for her, okay?” “Pris makes every moment I'm with her special, Sarah. Not to worry.” In response Sarah kissed Ian on the cheek. She needn't have worried; Ian's feelings for Priscilla were as plain as day. Unsure what to expect, Ian carefully rolled onto his side so that he was facing the door. Resting his head in the palm of an open hand, he waited expectantly. Priscilla walked in a minute later, and what he saw took Ian's breath away. Priscilla was wearing a pink baby doll negligee with matching panties, and for the first time he had an unimpeded view of her incredibly long, lean legs. “My God, but you're beautiful,” he breathed. “And you're my stud muffin,” Priscilla laughed as she closed the door and turned out the light. “Now, roll over onto your back while I lose these panties. They're very pretty and I don't want to tear them.” “Like what you see,” she asked as she climbed into the crib and pulled the railing up, locking it in place. Sitting on Ian's thighs, she ran her fingers over the thin material covering her breasts. “You remind me of a little boy waiting for his first bite of the ice cream cone.” “More like his first lick,” Ian corrected as he reached out to touch the silken nightie. His fingers wandered inside and found their way down to Pris' hairless crotch. He began to play with her clit, trying to get her juices to flow. “Umm,” Priscilla murmured as she closed her eyes. “Where do you want to lick first?” “Wherever you would like, but could I first have a kiss?” “Of course, Darling.” Careful to leave his hand free, Priscilla leaned forward to plant a kiss on his eager mouth. Ian forced his way inside, and they French kissed as he brought his hand up gently to pinch one of her nipples. “Mommy wants you to use your mouth,” Pris murmured as she removed the nightie and slid up his body so that a nipple was directly over his tongue, which was already in motion. Ian licked and then began to nibble before opening wide to gorge on one of Pris' beautiful breasts. Like her legs, her breasts were firm, and destined to become incredibly sensitive once she was pregnant. “Umm,” she said a second time as he continued to nurse. “You make Mommy feel so good!” In response, Ian reached up to pinch the other nipple, rolling it through his fingers while he nursed. Blindly reaching behind her, Priscilla began to play with Ian's cock. She wanted these moments to be pleasurable for him as well. “Not too hard,” he warned. He was feeling it, and it wouldn't take much for Priscilla to send him over the top. Abruptly, Priscilla decided to shift to a position that she had never tried before. It was awkward, but she managed to turn completely around, presenting her backside to Ian's eager tongue. She wasn't interested in anal, so she wiggled around until her vagina was lined up to receive his tongue. She waited for him to begin exploring before leaning far forward to take his cock in her mouth. It was still flaccid, but as she began sucking on his shaft, she could feel him beginning to harden. Ian moaned, his tongue struggling to maintain its rhythm as his cock responded. He was familiar with Venus aversa but had never experimented with it. With his tongue buried inside Pris and her lips gripping his growing erection, he was imprisoned, his body pinned to the diaper spread out beneath him. He moaned again, redoubling his own efforts, the waves of pleasure rolling through his body more electric than anything in his previous experience. Carried away by Ian's knowing tongue, Priscilla reached up to pinch one of her nipples. She was so close, his strokes grazing a particularly sensitive spot on her wall. She pinched harder, and her body shook as the orgasm washed over her. Letting go of his cock, her moans turned into a scream that she knew would easily carry to the living room. On this night, she was the one supplying the entertainment. “Are you ready,” she somehow managed to ask. With his tongue still lodged inside her, Ian could only pound the mattress with clinched fists. Easing up very slowly, Pris waited for Ian to free himself. Frantically, he resumed pleasuring her clitoris, wanting to slow things down. He didn't have a history of premature ejaculation, but Pris was on the verge of writing the first chapter. He reached up to grip her hips in both hands, willing her not to move. “I'm ready,” she mumbled. “Give me time,” he begged. “I'm so close that I might explode before I penetrate you. You've got to back off a bit.” Giggling, Priscilla reached down to run a fingernail along the top of Ian's erection. She could feel him shivering as another wave of pleasure coursed through him. For his part, Ian resumed his journey across the surface of Priscilla's clit. “Umm,” she moaned yet again. “I wonder if we could auction off your tongue, strictly for charity of course. 'Step right up, ladies, and bid for eight hours of Ian Grady's time. His tongue will be at your disposal throughout'. Think you could raise more than Sarah?” “Does the winner get to change my diaper? Play with my cock?” “Nooo. You'll be locked in chastity the whole time. Perhaps a sorority will buy you. What do you think? Could you give seventy girls an orgasm in eight hours?” “Unlikely unless you and Francie were warming them up for me.” “A tag team? Now that might be fun.” “Especially if you were being spanked while doing the honors.” “Ooh, now you're getting kinky. I like it.” Pris ran the edge of her fingernail up and down Ian's shaft. He was rock hard, and she wanted to keep him that way. “And I want you inside me,” she added as she raised up and began to scoot down his body. It was trial and error for both of them, and the first few times she tried Priscilla missed the mark. And then suddenly she was sinking, his engorged dick easily entering and finding its way to her cervix. Its touch was painful and she was glad that she was on top and in control, but she also knew that the shortest route that his sperm would take to reach her eggs started at this precise spot. Reaching for the tampon that Sarah had placed in the side pocket of her diaper bag, Priscilla began to rock back and forth, sliding up and down his shaft, her juices flowing. She was well lubricated, and varying the tempo allowed her to ease him towards the finish. She timed it perfectly, Ian coming when he was deep inside her, shouting out her name at the top of his lungs. For a time Priscilla did not move, content to use Ian's penis as a plug to prevent any of the little swimmers from trying to escape downstream. Only when his dick began to shrivel up inside her did she lift up and roll to the side, crouching only long enough to drive the tampon home before stretching out, her head resting on his shoulder. Ian wrapped his free arm around her waist and hugged her close. Neither felt the need to talk; they were content simply to hold each other tight. Priscilla knew that she would soon have to diaper him, and that he would then return the favor. At some point Vickie would return home and crawl into her crib, and the three of them would fall fast asleep. . . . . “John, how did you ever stumble across this place? It's a great find, but it feels like we're in the middle of nowhere.” Reiko took another small sip of her wine. It was a pinot noir from a small vineyard in the Napa valley, and it had beautifully complemented her steak and garden salad. At dinner the night before, he had promised to take her for a ride out in the countryside in his high performance sports car. She had been taken completely by surprise when he had called her at lunchtime to see if she would be free for dinner. She was. “I was down in Stillwater shopping for olive oil, and I decided to take the scenic route home. Marine on Saint Croix was so charming that I decided to stop. Brookside beckoned, and now here we are.” Professor John Mortenson was one of Ian's colleagues, a second year Assistant Professor in the History department. He had been at Moby's on Saturday night, and had fallen hard for Reiko's younger sister, Marilyn Matsumora. Marilyn had fallen equally hard, and worried about the age difference between them, they had decided to get Reiko's take on their relationship. She had been ambivalent, wondering if Marilyn's first love, like so many other examples of a young girl falling for an older man, would fade in time. They promised to take it real slow, with Marilyn jokingly agreeing to date the frat boys who had eagerly pursued her at the Delta kegger. But she didn't want John to stray, and so she made him promise that he would date Reiko and no one else. John had laughingly declared that he was now off the market, destined to marry one of the Matsumora sisters, though it might be a few years before he knew which one. Later that night, explaining all of this to her mother on the phone, Reiko found her parent very receptive to the idea of her marrying a university professor. She was twenty-five, and her lack of prospects worried her mother deeply. For her part, Reiko was really interested. John was a few years older than her, a good looking, intelligent man with a warm smile and a good sense of humor. She preferred him to any of the doctors whom she had scouted at the hospital, so she jumped at his invitation to dinner. She gave careful thought to how to dress for the occasion, and in the end decided to emulate Marilyn, who had worn one of their thick hospital diapers on Saturday night. Young men had swarmed her at the kegger and at Moby's, and Marilyn was convinced that she owed her new found sex appeal to what her diaper was doing to the shape of her ass. She was so certain that she had decided henceforth permanently to wear and use diapers, and to move from Alpha to ZAP, where her diapered state would fit right in. John made it clear from the beginning that he had no problem with Marilyn's diapers, so much so that he was now changing her on the floor of his office in mid afternoon. Marilyn insisted that these moments were warm and tender, and that was enough for Reiko. Dinner was only the first step in her plan for the evening. She was going to invite him back to her apartment, ask him to change her, and see how things progressed from there. She had been celibate for a long time, and she wanted a good man in her life. “Reiko, can I ask you sort of a personal question?” “You want to know about the diaper,” she laughed. John was blushing, and she thought he looked really cute. “Yeah. I mean, you weren't wearing one last night, and now it looks like you're sporting the same monster that Marilyn wears. It looks great on you, by the way; fills you out in all the right places.” “That's what I'm aiming for. Since you like Marilyn's look, I thought I'd copy her and see if that would draw your attention.” “Well, you've succeeded. When I helped you out of the car, all I wanted to do was pat your bottom. Reiko, you look sexy as all get out.” “Thanks, John; and for the record? You can paw me any time you want.” “Front and back? I want to explore the front as well; press down and discover whether you can feel anything when I start rubbing away.” “Maybe when I'm wet and squishy-- and my clit would love some action!” John's jaw dropped open as he stared at the beautiful woman sitting on the opposite side of the booth. “Reiko, that's a pretty open invitation. Are you sure?” “Positive. I'm going to wet this puppy, and invite you in to change me. But first I want you, as you so well put it, to rub away … see if I can feel anything. One of my colleagues is wearing a thinner diaper that she bought at an infant's and maternity wear shop in our favorite mall. She says that the action really turns her on, so I'd like to try it. I'll run out and buy some of my own … unless diaper play turns you off.” “No way! I love the look, so wear away and I'll happily change you whenever you're wet or poopy!” “I don't plan on using them for number two.” “You won't have a choice if you wearing one of those locking gizmos Marilyn was bragging about on Saturday night. I'll never share the keys, so you'll be mine forever!” “And no more toilets?” “No more toilets,” John agreed. “You're so hot that I want you under lock and key!” “Umm,” Reiko quietly moaned. “John you are really turning me on; can you stay the night, and change me again in the morning?” “When we get out to the parking lot, feel my cock. You'll have your answer.” Staring into his eyes, Reiko was licking her lips. It was time to haul her IUD out of its resting place in her dresser drawer. . . . . “Welcome home, baby girl,” Sarah cooed as Vickie walked into the living room. “Let's use my room to get you ready for bed. The babies seem to be sleeping soundly.” Sarah nodded at the baby monitor. Vickie smiled as she listened in. She heard gentle snores coming out of the nursery. Sarah was right. Pris and Ian looked to be sound asleep. “Do you want a bottle before we brush your teeth?” Sarah had got into the habit of brushing Vickie's teeth for her. “Yes, Mommy, please! It helps me sleep. But do you have time?” Sarah needed to get to the hospital to fulfill her part of the “diaper your favorite nurse” auction. “Then go get undressed and lay on my bed. I'll warm your bottle and change you first, then we'll brush your teeth and put you down in your crib. But you have to be quiet! I don't want the babies to wake. And yes, I have time.” “I be good, Mommy.” “When we get our new home, I'm going to have a crib built that will be large enough to hold all four of my babies. Won't that be fun? You'll be sleeping every night with Prissy, Francie and Ian.” Vickie's eyes lit up. She didn't know Francine very well, but she loved the idea of sharing a crib with both Ian and Priscilla. “You're the bestest Mommy in the whole wide world!” Vickie was positively glowing as she retreated to Sarah's bedroom. . . . . “Be it ever so humble,” Reiko murmured as John pulled into one of the parking stalls reserved for visitors to her apartment complex. The drive home had been fun. John had vigorously patted her ass as he helped her into the car, and he had occasionally reached over to pat her diapered crotch. He had even pinched her thigh, which had released a torrent of pee to saturate her diaper. She would definitely need a diaper change, but not until she had stripped down and given him a chance to run his hands over her all too boring hospital issue vinyl pants. . She wanted a wet and squishy orgasm or two before they had sex. If it was good, then she would start planning outings for the three of them, and she and Marilyn would introduce John to their parents at their annual New Year's Eve gala. If it was good, she would also start laying the groundwork for moving in with him. She would begin by asking him for closet space, so that she would have fresh clothes to hand when staying overnight and going directly to work in the morning. She would lead him by the hand, but leave him with the illusion that he was in control of their relationship. Marilyn was right; John would definitely meet with her parents' approval-- all the more reason not to let him slip through their fingers. John said nothing as he took off his shoes in the entryway, and looked around. What he could see from where he was standing was dull and surprisingly lacking in personal touches. It had the feel of a mid-range hotel room, a place where one stayed for a night or two before moving on. Reiko was standing in the middle of the living room when he joined her. She had removed her sweater and unbuttoned her blouse. Her pants would be next. Not bothering to offer him a drink, Reiko took John by the hand and led him into the bedroom. She had laid out a changing pad on her side of the bed when she got home from work, and she flopped down on it. She patted the other side of the bed, making it clear that she wanted John to join her. “Should I,” he asked uncertainly as he fingered his tie. “Please do,” she replied in a husky voice. John began to undress. Remembering how the conversation had gone at the restaurant, he didn't stop until he was down to his boxers. Sliding onto the bed, he took Reiko in his arms and kissed her deeply. Then his hand dropped down to her diaper, and he began briskly to rub her baby pants. He wanted her to cum at least once in her diaper before mounting her. “It's too thick,” she mourned. I can't feel a thing.” Unwilling to suffer defeat, John began to pull her baby pants down, and Reiko raised her hips to make it easier for him. Then he attacked the diaper pins, deftly opening them so that he could stroke her clit. “Like the bulky diaper when we're out and about, but definitely need something thinner during play time.” John's voice was little more than a whisper, his fingers doing all the talking required in this particular conversation. He was experimenting, trying to learn what really turned Reiko on. When he sensed that she was close, he paused just long enough to pull the diaper into place, then returned to his ministrations. When Reiko cried out and her hips began to gyrate, he withdrew his hand and pressed the wet diaper into her vulva. When Reiko came, it was the soaking wet diaper that caressed her skin. “My turn,” she said as she stuck her hand inside her diaper and dipped her fingers into her vagina, wetting them with her juices. When her fingers felt well lubricated, she reached out to grip John's penis, then she began working it in long, slow strokes. She took her time, wanting to bring him along slowly. “Condoms are in the bottom right drawer,” she whispered as she nodded in the direction of her dresser. “Right next to my IUD; I'll insert it in the morning.” “Sure you don't want me to give you a baby,” he teased. “Wouldn't be fair to Marilyn,” she replied. “Don't want it to happen unless we're getting married.” “Either of you will give me beautiful children.” John was trying to be diplomatic. He handed a condom to Reiko, still in its wrapper. He was kneeling inside her legs, her fingers still tracing patterns on his dick. She would decide when he was ready, and then they would make love. When they were finished, he would remove the diaper that he could feel squishing beneath his knees, clean and powder her, pin her into a dry diaper, and pull her baby pants into place. Then he would hug her close,and invite her to use his shoulder as a pillow as they drifted off to sleep. He would check her diaper in the morning, and change her again if she was wet or dirty. How would she explain her new underwear, and her suddenly shapely ass, to her friends and co-workers in the hospital?