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Dr. Joy gives a small nod. "That was good kayla but evry diaper change i want you to repeat that same line out loud, ok?" She also looks at Sandy.   Dandy nods at the doctor then looks at Kayla bending down to Kayla's eye level which all but make her large breast look like they were about yo fall out of her top.    "Kayla thank you for saying that sweetheart. I know that must have been hard and I know you wanna be embarrassed, but I'm here for you. Step mommy is here and I'll help you too. I love you as if I gave birth to you myself." Sandy says in what sounded like a very heartfelt way as she opens her arms to Kayla to waddle over for a hug.

My wife was the one who told me I had to wear nappies in the first place many years ago when I restarted wetting the bed as an adult. She does all my washing for me and makes sure I have my nappies on at all times. She will also often say in front of others that it is time for me to go to the toilet, which is a bit embarassing.

My wife knows about my nappies. I do wear them around her. I go out in them and sleep in them sometimes. I have even gone 24/7 for a month or two here and there. In a way my wife is supportive. But will not get involved. When I or we try talk about it. She gets very angry. She cannot explain why she gets angry. Then she says she is letting me down and beats herself up for it  not physically.  So we are in a sort of status quo. I can wear when and where I want to. I finally told her, after the last time we attempted to to talk about it that I will never bring it up again and I will deal with this side of me on my own. But she cannot say or do anything. I do take precautions and use my discretion as to when I wear. I do take my wife and what we are doing into consideration. If I feel I can be confident in my Nappy, then ill wear and go about my day.  The funny thing is that she will check to see if im wearing or not. But wont say anything. Or if I have my back to her she will say my Nappy is showing as in the crotch area. Tou know when your Nappy is wet and starting to sag. She has a keen eye. But thats it.   

Chapter 8 : Chris sat at the bus stop, shoulders slightly hunched, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. The bench was cool beneath him, and every passing car seemed louder than it should have been, each one pulling his attention for just a second before fading away again.   He checked his phone.   Then the street.   Then his phone again.   Okay… still on time. You’re good.   The minutes stretched, slow and uneven. His foot tapped lightly against the pavement, a quiet rhythm that matched the nervous energy buzzing under his skin.   Just get on the bus. One step at a time.   When the bus finally came into view, a wave of relief washed over him—small, but real.   There it is.   He stood up quickly, adjusting his bag and steadying himself as the bus pulled to a stop with a soft hiss. The doors folded open, and Chris stepped on, offering a quiet greeting to the driver before moving down the aisle.   A few passengers glanced up as he passed.   Not staring. Not judging. Just… noticing.   Still, Chris felt it.   They’re not looking at you. You’re fine. Just sit down.   He slid into a seat by the window, setting his bag on his lap, hands resting over it like a shield. As the bus pulled away, he turned his gaze outward, letting the passing scenery give him something to focus on.   Buildings blurred into storefronts, then into stretches of road lined with trees and signs. The steady motion of the bus, the low hum of the engine—it helped, just a little.   Chris exhaled slowly.   Okay… one bus down. Then the transfer.   He adjusted slightly in his seat, hyper-aware for a second, then forced himself to relax.   You’re fine. Everything’s fine.   The bus slowed as it approached another stop, pulling over near a small cluster of businesses. Chris’s eyes drifted outside again, idly scanning—until something caught his attention.   A BBQ restaurant sat on the corner, warm lights glowing through its windows.   And just inside—   Chris blinked.   …wait.   There, near the front, was a young man—maybe in his twenties—sitting in what looked unmistakably like a high chair. A bib was tied loosely around his neck, bright and colorful, covered in familiar patterns.   Dino Dan.   Chris leaned slightly closer to the window, his breath catching just a little.   No way…   The scene felt surreal. The man sat there calmly, being fed spoonfuls of baby food by someone beside him, completely at ease. No hesitation. No visible embarrassment. Just… present.   Chris’s chest tightened—not in panic, but in something harder to define.   He’s just… doing it. Out in the open.   For a moment, the noise of the bus faded into the background.   Then, as if sensing it, the man looked up.   Their eyes met.   Just for a few seconds.   But it felt longer.   Chris froze, caught in the moment, unsure what to do, what expression to have, what it meant.   There was no obvious reaction from the other man—no shock, no shame. Just a quiet acknowledgment.   And then the bus began to move again.   The moment broke.   Chris leaned back slowly, his heart beating a little faster.   What was that…?   His thoughts tangled together, trying to make sense of what he’d just seen.   People really… live like that. Just… openly.   A mix of emotions stirred—confusion, curiosity, maybe even a flicker of something like recognition.   Could I ever…?   He cut the thought off quickly, shaking his head slightly.   Focus. You’ve got somewhere to be.   Chris glanced up, listening more carefully now as the bus announcements crackled overhead.   “One more after this…” he murmured under his breath.   He shifted in his seat again, grounding himself, eyes returning to the window—but his mind wasn’t as steady as before.   That brief moment lingered.   Not overwhelming.   Just… present.   The bus carried on, and so did he.   Two more stops to go.

I am up this morning in a wet and now messy yellow CutiePlusU diaper. When I decide to change, I think I will put on a MegaMax AirLock diaper and plastic pants I'm actually going to go out for a jog in my wet and poopy diaper.