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As someone who’s double incontinent and has mostly liquid stools, the cheapest diaper that I trust for everything ( that leaks the least) is the Sunkiss Masterpiece. It takes a pretty significant, high absorbing diaper to deal with bowel incontinence. And, even those have had blowouts. 

My night diapers routinely go for 10-12 hours, including a couple hours in the morning during coffee and breakfast.   The biggest difference is the wicking ability.   Even when sitting or standing, cloth will wick up towards the waistline significantly more than disposables will.  For me it means that leaks are not as frequent, and it does not feel like I did not get the full value of the diaper - seeing all the dry areas in a disposable sometimes gives me that feeling.   That said, to get cloth to hold that much does take layers of good diapers and plastic panties.   My preference is for night weight prefold diapers, as the all in ones and pocket diapers don't have as much material in them.

Wow… a hundred chapters already. I certainly didn't expect it to keep going this long; especially when it only took 19 to cover the first act. Hope you're all enjoying it  Any guesses on the relationship between the Arrencani family and the ULF? Does it feel like there's going to be a James Bond action sequence to wrap this one up? I'm not sure, actually. I think she might have been, just because it was her first time undercover. But then, I expect anyone would feel a little awkward meeting friends again after a few months apart, so it might escape notice.   Anyway, here we go   100. Solidarity “And he’s like ‘What? With the pylon?’” Kaylee ended with a wide grin, and the whole table erupted in laughter. It was clear to Isadora that most of them had already heard this specific story, but they were glad to hear it again. Whether the story was true or not, it was certainly entertaining; and she wouldn’t have been surprised if Kaylee had changed some details of the conversation to make the final perverse misunderstanding harder to predict. But it was making her feel like a part of the group. As she looked around at the other girls, she could see that they were all friends; and that her absence hadn’t changed anything. The only one looking slightly distracted was Nina, whose eyes were on her own hands again. She was swishing a cup around, watching the patterns as the last dregs of green tea pushed a few loose shreds of tea leaf into different positions. “Fancy another drink, Nina?” Isadora asked, wondering if there was something she could say to get her friend and fellow-baby back into the conversation. Was Nina perhaps worried that Stella had found it easier to reintegrate with the group? Or worrying about how skilled a liar Isadora seemed to be? “I think we’ve had enough tea now,” Alison answered for her. “How about we move onto the Prosecco?” “I wouldn’t say no,” Kaylee gave the time-honoured response, and Isadora felt she was slipping back into the habits of the group as if no time had passed at all. “Oh, think I need to visit the little girls room first,” Martha countered. “But after that, I’m sure Prosecco sounds wonderful. And one of those little cakes with the sugar strands on top, yes?” “Great minds think alike,” Alisaon agreed. “Or… we could head upstairs and see what the confectionary selection is like at Emilio’s. Somehow I think we missed it last week, and he’ll be wondering where we got to.” “Right. Restrooms, then Emilio’s,” Kaylee confirmed. “Make sure you all have your bags, especially if you bought things already.” And then the conversation broke up into the usual bustle of trying to make sure everyone had the right bags as the women put their coats on and prepared to head upstairs. Some of the women paused briefly to look at the stalls they passed along the way, but they were all careful not to get separated from the group. And even if someone did end up alone, she knew where to go to meet everyone else. Emilio’s was on the very top floor of the main Exchange building, in the original roof space with a glazed ceiling which allowed views out over the surrounding countryside, if you found that interesting. And it was almost directly above the bistro where they had been drinking tea; although the public restrooms were at the other side of the building, so their path now would be up a spiral staircase, all the way around the walkways of the floor above, and then up the stairs again to the top floor. “I’ll wait for you here,” Isadora said as they reached the toilets. She realised that she had only just finished her first cup before they moved on, and the early start this morning had kept her from fixing a coffee before she left the house; so she wouldn’t need to go for quite a while. “Me too,” Nina said, stopping to look at a brooch on one of the stalls just a few feet away. They were the only two who didn’t need a bathroom break, it seemed, and Isadora wondered if this was fate’s way of giving her a chance to speak to Nina privately, about the best ways to hide their shared experiences. “Nice badge,” she said, as the last of their friends went into the restroom. Nina was peering down at an iridescent butterfly in the display case; and Isadora thought that if Nina decided against buying the piece, it might actually go with some of her own outfits. “That would look lovely on the dress you were wearing the other day.” “Huh?” Nina asked, looking startled for a moment. “Oh, the… Yeah, it’s kind of cute. You’re not using the bathroom?” “No,” Isadora shrugged and shook her head. “I’ve not had much to drink yet.” “Same,” Nina answered, and looked down at the badges again. This time Isadora paid a little more attention to her body language, and realised that she wasn’t really looking at the display. She was more likely using it as an excuse not to meet Isadora’s eyes, though it wasn’t so easy to guess her reasons for that. And then Nina’s voice lowered, barely above a whisper as she continued: “I mean… I had a tea at the bistro, just a little one. And one of those energy shot things they have at Morning Press. They’re smaller, but with the caffeine I’m not really sure how much difference it makes. I’m kind of glad we moved on, because another couple of minutes and someone would have noticed my cup was empty. But if we’re on Prosecco, it might be hard to nurse a glass for too long. I can probably offer a couple of pointers, though. How to get away with a couple of drinks less than everyone else.” “Oh?” Isadora said, not quite sure what to make of that advice. It sounded like Nina was deliberately trying to reduce the amount she drank while she was out for some reason. It was a secret; hence her walking over to look at accessories while the others went into the ladies’. And it was a secret she thought she could trust Estelle with, which surely must narrow it down a little. But it felt like there was still some key fact that Isadora was missing; something she should have been able to guess, but was still in the dark about. “Yeah. It’s… I could probably have used some tips when I graduated back to the real world, you know? It’s kind of nice to have someone I can talk to at last. Someone sharing the same experiences.” “Yeah…” Isadora muttered slowly, and practised her next few words in her head. In the circumstances, it seemed appropriate to include a little nod to what they had in common, just to help Nina feel at ease. “Sorry, I think I’m kind of missing the point here. Do you have to drink less? Daddy hasn’t told me anything about that. Not yet, anyway.” “Oh!” Nina squeaked. “I’m sorry, you weren’t going…” Her eyes darted towards the bathroom doors, and then she gulped and quickly lowered her voice again. “You didn’t go to the bathroom, so I thought you might be getting punished too. See, I’m not allowed to change until I get home…” “Oh?” Isadora asked, and then the realisation clicked: “Oh!” “Not the case for you, then?” Nina asked. “I mean, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…” “No, it’s fine,” Isadora said, trying not to panic as her heart started to race. She hadn’t even considered situations like that. Was it something specific to Victor and Nina, or would they expect Bernard and Stella to be doing the same at some point? If they had to show off that kind of relationship, it would be useful to learn a little more. “I never imagined we’d have to do… something like that. Is that something he’s likely to spring on me? Punishment?” “I… uhh…” Nina whispered. “I might have been cheeky to Daddy. I told him I was going to go play with my little friends, instead of asking permission. And he said… he told me if I’m going, I need… protection. To remind me that he’s in charge.” “Oh…” Isadora said again, trying not to get overwhelmed by all the different thoughts that were starting off in her own mind, so that she could talk to Nina. The others still weren’t back, so there was nobody to overhear anything she said. “I never even thought about things like that. So far, my Daddy’s just been like… Well, like a Daddy, I guess. Nurturing. Helping me get used to living at home again. I never thought about punishments or… to be honest, being cheeky to him never crossed my mind.” She hadn’t expected to say quite so much, but the words all came bubbling out, and Isadora realised that this was probably as close to the truth as she would be able to get with anyone. “You’re a good girl, I guess,” Nina said, and then blushed furiously as her eyes stared at the array of badges in front of her without really seeing. “Daddy says I can be a real brat. I think that’s what they call it… I’m still getting used to this stuff. I mean, we never really talked about it before. I think he tried to ask if I’d be his baby girl once, but I didn’t understand, and I probably told him I wasn’t interested. I didn’t know what it was really like, and I didn’t want to learn. So I was completely in the dark until… you know.” They were both silent then. Isadora wanted to answer; to ask Nina how she felt about her situation now she knew more. But before she could say anything, most of her thoughts were concentrated on working out what she could tell Nina about her own knowledge of the adult baby lifestyle. She didn’t think she could tell the truth this time… but then maybe she could. “I kind of…” she started, and felt her voice trailing away. Was she seriously thinking about sharing such a big secret with Nina? Not one of Stella’s secrets, but her own. Maybe that would mean it was a part of Stella’s backstory as well. “When I was young, I had a friend. Who tried to grow up too fast. You know? Got involved with an older guy, and didn’t want to hang out anymore because she’s a grown-up now. I guess that’s not a good way to be, in the long run. But I reacted by kind of doing the opposite. Like, watching little kids’ shows on TV again, pretending like I was still the age when we were the best of friends. And ever since, it’s been kind of… It’s a way to relax when things are tough, you know? Just being childish sometimes was an escape.” “What kind of…?” Nina responded, but then stopped herself. She could clearly see that this was coming from somewhere deep inside. And as caught up as she was in sharing this with someone, she also noticed on some level that she wouldn’t be a real operative until she could simulate this level of emotional intensity without sharing real truths. “Little kid stuff. Like I’d watch Teddy Lupin, maybe, or stuff for younger teens. Do you remember Princess Elle?” Isadora paused for a moment, lost in memory lane. She realised that she couldn’t remember Nina’s actual age, and wasn’t sure how far apart in time their childhoods had been. “Maybe you’re a little too young for that? Anyway, I kept some of my old toys without my folks knowing. Told myself it was kind of a nostalgia thing. Maybe that’s part of it. But it was always just kid stuff. Like, things that the less-mature kids in my class were still into, and then I guess that part of me never grew up.” She stopped, and tried to work out how she had gotten to sharing so much of her own history. She was sure that she hadn’t intended to say so much. There was something she’d wanted to say, but this wasn’t it. And after a moment of confusion, she remembered. She was supposed to be talking about how she had felt about her childish side, about age regression, before Brock sent her to the Pink Room. And she tried to bring the monologue back to that point as quickly as she could. “Anyway,” she said, “I was never a baby. Just a little kid, and I never thought about going beyond that. Is that weird? I don’t even know. There was just a part of me that I was holding onto, that didn’t want to grow up. It was more stopping, rather than going back. But I learned pretty quick that if anybody found out about this, they would laugh. Or they’d be disappointed in me, or disgusted. I learned to keep it to myself. Until Brock stayed at my place the first time, and found a bunch of teddies and colouring books I’d not put away.” “Oh, wow,” Nina gasped, glancing around nervously to make sure nobody overheard them. But everyone had their own conversations; their own lives. Most of the people around them now were deep in conversation with friends, or hurrying past to meet someone. Not eavesdropping on two women they didn’t even know. “How did he take it?” “He was supportive,” Isadora said, and looked down at her hands. She wanted to keep on sharing the memory, but now she realised that this could be a good point for Stella’s experience to be different. Here, she could add something to make her story feel more real, while still rooting it in parts of her own emotions and suspicions. “I mean, he was amazing, said all the stuff about doing whatever made me happy. But looking back now, he was suddenly so intense after that. Like opening a door I didn’t know was there, and he felt like he didn’t have to hide that side so much. Bernard… he was always a good boss. And we could have a good laugh after work, or he’d ask me to accompany him to sales conferences and stuff. But after that, it was like he really wanted me. Started buying me presents, really thoughtful stuff, and talking about how good it felt to be together. “I mean, if it was a milestone in our relationship I guess I thought it was because we’d shared our darkest secrets and he felt he could trust me now. Or maybe I didn’t notice the change until later. But now, thinking about where we’ve come to, I have to wonder if he… If this was always something he wanted, and my little confession showed him that he could get me into it. Like, is that why he was interested in me?” “I think he loves you,” Nina said. “That much is obvious. Don’t worry about what part of you he loves most, or why. Just be glad he does, right? And when he does something like this for you, it’s obvious it’s really important to him. That he really wants to be your Daddy forever. And you want to please him, don’t you? To do all these things, if that’s what he wants.” “Yeah,” Isadora said slowly. “It’s like… I was into one kind of childhood, but this is something else.” “And you love it?” “I don’t know,” Isadora answered, and somehow that was the hardest thing to say. There was no way to know if the simple joy she felt as Baby Stella was just something the hypnotist had told her to feel; or if the shame she felt when she found her way back to adulthood was simply what she had always been taught was the appropriate response. Was either of them real for her? She didn’t know how to even address that question, but she was sure that discussing it with another baby who could have a similar conflict could make it easier to decode her feelings. She could ask Nina if she felt anything similar, to at least get some foundation. “Don’t worry,” Nina said, while Isadora was still hunting for the right words. “Emotions can be complicated things. You don’t have to understand them right away. You’ll have plenty of chances to find out. Heck, maybe you do know, and it’s just hard to tell me. In fact, I think I’ll have a chance to see Baby Stella smiling soon enough, so you won’t have to tell me in words.” Isadora’s mind shifted gears in an instant. This wasn’t a comment about some vague, abstract thing like how Brock felt about her, or where the divide lay between Brock’s desires, Bernard’s, and the things they would do for the sake of the mission. This was a concrete reference to some plan, something that Isadora should know about so she could anticipate it. But before she could ask anything else, she saw Alison returning from the toilets, and a few seconds later they were joined by all of the Evergreen Girls. This wasn’t something to discuss in public, she was sure. “Ready for Emilio’s?” Martha called out, the first to notice Isadora and Nina. “I’m thinking one of those little lemon tarts they do.” “I thought you said…” Alison answered almost immediately. “A lady can change her mind,” Martha reminded her, and then the conversation turned quickly to food, and to the eclectic minutiae of all their neighbours’ business. Nina reached out to squeeze Isadora’s hand before they walked back around to the staircase. A simple gesture, showing some kind of solidarity and perhaps a promise to talk more later. More than any answers, that was what Isadora had hoped to get out of today. And here she was surrounded by friends again; a part of the community, so that she could listen to the word on the street, and show Brock just how useful she could be. Kaylee was the first to mention the ULF video, once they had managed to order more confections than their small group could possibly eat. It was a news headline; the biggest story right now, but nobody knew anything concrete, so of course every group of friends had some speculation. Isadora found that the conversation only reminded herself of all the analysis she hadn’t been able to complete yet. “Let’s not talk about things like that,” Martha stopped her. “There’s nothing we can do about it. And I’m sure the authorities are doing all they can.” “Do you think it’s real?” Alison added. “I’d rather not think,” Nina said. “Either way, you’ll regret it if you were wrong.” “Or if you’re right,” Isadora added. “Let’s talk about happy things, right? Leave that stuff to the people chosen by the authorities, it’s not our business.” The irony of that wasn’t lost on her, but she couldn’t show it. Thankfully the conversation shifted away quickly, with Marthe and Zannah agreeing that they didn’t want their day out to be diminished by such depressing topics of conversation. And then it was back to neighbourhood gossip; and to Isadora’s inner determination that before anyone spoke to her about that video again, she would actually have some answers to share with her Daddy. Her partner, she corrected herself. He didn’t want to be her Daddy outside of their assigned roles for this investigation, so she needed to stop thinking of him like that.

Haha yeah, Nana certainly has a full time job caring for Lucas so she’ll need all the breaks she can get! Glad you’re enjoying, hoping to have the next chapter done today!

"Because we wouldn't want it to leak now would we, and Mommy still has a company to run, so I won't be able to change you, besides we can't have little sissy Tiffany running away now, can we?" Kara says with a smirk as she begins to wipe Tim down. She's not exactly gentle, but she could do a lot worse. One of the other women brings out a large changing mat and lies it on the floor. Kara pushes Tim down onto it and begins powdering his crotch, all the while commenting on his little baby peepee.