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I agree @justagirl4fun that @DailyDi and the Admins and Mods do a great job at keeping creeps at bay.  And also scammers out of here. On what one wears under their clothing well that for sure is up to them or you.  I do not judge a person for what they wear.  I prefer of course thicker syled diapers as I know it can hold what I can put out.   But someone like you may choose a different brand or style of fit.   We all have a different feelings for which we wear.  So just enjoy what we like and move on with our life.  

Understandable.  The price of gas these days would make anyone shit!

Most everyone will say I'm crazy to use it, but I am currently in a vintage 6 tape Attends diaper from around 1995, the good ones!  Cleaned out a bunch of the odds and ends in the back of the closet a week or two ago, and when getting a diaper to put on this afternoon, I came across this one.  Almost didn't put it on due to it's rarity, but I'm not going to sell it, it's been sitting there for years and years, so figured I'd just use it.  It even has the 6 tapes, white with "ATTENDS" in blue on each tape.

CHAPTER 11 Anna calmly walked Sara to her own room. Sara's hands were still trembling, and her legs felt heavy. The pacifier still dangled from its chain at chest level, and the teddy bear she had found in the crib was tucked under one arm. "I'll change your diaper," Anna said softly as Sara sat down on her bed. "You deserve a dry one." Sara nodded tiredly, almost indifferently. She didn't know if she wanted a new diaper, but she didn't have the energy to resist—or even to form a coherent thought. Her gaze fixed on the ceiling, just like that feverish afternoon when Anna had first put her in diapers. Everything had felt innocent back then, almost like a game. Sara had no idea what the summer would eventually become. The scent of talcum powder and pee lingered in the air as Anna's gentle hands removed the wet diaper and carefully cleaned Sara's skin. A new diaper slid into place as smoothly as always—but something was different. Anna didn't pat the front of the diaper after fastening the tapes. She didn't smile the same way. She didn't call Sara “her little one” or “good girl”. She just lightly brushed the plastic surface and pulled back slightly. Sara lay still, staring at the ceiling. The knots in the wooden planks formed scattered patterns that vaguely resembled a starry sky. She felt empty—emptier than ever before. "That room," Sara finally said quietly, her voice hoarse. "It's… sick." Anna paused. She turned to look at Sara but didn't answer immediately, as if weighing her words to the very last moment. "I know," she finally said quietly. "It is." "Who built it?" The silence stretched on. Anna's hands clenched into fists, and her thigh muscles tensed, as if even answering required physical strength. "I did," she said at last. "I built it. Little by little, over the years. Dad helped with the crib and the changing table, but everything else I built myself. I didn't know if it would ever be used… but I wanted it to be ready, in case someday—" "In case some stupid summer girl walks right into the trap," Sara cut in, her voice sharp as a knife. Anna fell silent. Sara turned her head and looked at her directly. Her gaze no longer held only exhaustion or fear—there was something sharper and darker burning there, a rage that hadn't yet fully erupted. "I've dreamed of having my own little one ever since I was in middle school," Anna finally said, partly out of context, as if trying to explain something. Sara rolled her eyes, but the gesture was half-hearted. She didn't know whether that confession was pathetic, disturbing, or completely meaningless. "Have you enjoyed it?" Anna asked carefully. "Me taking care of you… you being my little one. Have you enjoyed all of it?" Sara was quiet for a moment. Her gaze drifted across the ceiling, but no new stars had appeared on the wooden sky. She had known the answer long before she was ready to say it out loud. "Yeah," Sara admitted finally, her voice low. A faint blush rose to her cheeks—one that no longer came from crying. "I have enjoyed it… a lot more than I should." Anna breathed in slowly, feeling a flutter in the pit of her stomach. "But I also want you to see me as a woman," Sara continued, her tone serious. "I want us to have what we had that night in the shed. I want you not to be afraid of it." "I'm not afraid." "You are," Sara answered immediately. "You're afraid that if you want me, I can't be your little one anymore. That it's either-or." Anna didn't answer. Her gaze dropped, and her eyes grew moist. "It's not either-or," Sara said, a little softer now but still firm. "I want to be both. I can be both. I can be your little one and your woman. You can take care of me, and you can want me." "Can I?" "You can… if you dare." Anna looked at Sara for a long time. Her gaze was bare, as if she had opened some kind of armor that had protected her her entire life. "I've tried," Anna said finally. "I really have. I've tried to be different. But I don't know how. I don't know how to love without taking care of someone." "It's still love," Sara replied quietly, a faint smile on her lips. Then, completely without warning, something inside Sara gave way. She couldn't hold herself together anymore—the rage smoldering in the corners of her mind rose to the surface and consumed her entirely. "Besides," Sara's voice tightened again, "I'm really fucking angry at you." Anna nodded slightly. "I know." "You built that room," Sara's voice began to rise. "You built it for me. Before I was even here. And then you waited. And planned. And I just walked right into the trap, and you…" Sara swallowed. She couldn't choose her words, couldn't control her expressions or her tone. Everything came out exactly as it was in the deepest layers of her mind. "You were so fucking gentle that I didn't even realize what was happening." "I didn't know—" "What didn't you know?" Sara interrupted fiercely. "That I love you? That I trust you more than anyone? That you're the only reason I haven't left this hell?" Anna fell silent again. "And you know what?" Sara continued, her voice lower but even heavier. "I thought it was Liisa. I thought she was the one who wanted to make me into a little one. That Liisa had built that room. It would have been so much easier." Sara's breathing was ragged; her tear-choked speech was already causing her physical pain. "Liisa has been harsh. She's threatened me, forced me, pulled my hair. But you…" Sara's voice broke mid-sentence, but somehow she managed to force the last words out. "You're worse than her," she whispered. A bitter silence settled between them. "You made me trust you. You made me feel safe. And you used it against me," tears now streamed freely down Sara's cheeks; she didn't even try to hold them back. Sara clenched her hands into fists and let her lost gaze wander across the walls of the room. Anna moved carefully and gently took Sara's hand, afraid that she would pull it away. Sara didn't, but she didn't squeeze back either. "You're allowed to be angry," Anna said quietly. "I deserve it." "I need time now." Anna nodded, stroked the back of Sara's hand with her thumb for a moment, and then let go. "I'll get you some food," she said, rising from the edge of the bed. "You haven't eaten all day." Sara didn't resist. She turned her face toward the wall and disappeared under the warm blanket. Anna carried the tray carefully upstairs. The porridge was still lightly steaming in the bowl, and the butter spread on the bread had begun to melt. Sara lay in bed on her side, her back to the door, the blanket pulled up to her chin. She didn't turn around, but she was clearly awake. "I brought you something to eat," Anna said softly, setting the tray on the nightstand. Sara didn't answer. Anna hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the edge of the bed and gently touched Sara's arm through the blanket. "Try to eat a little. Even just a couple of spoonfuls." Sara didn't turn around, but she nodded almost imperceptibly. Anna rose slowly and let her gaze linger for a moment on Sara's curled-up form. Then she left the room and closed the door quietly behind her. Anna descended the stairs to the living room and noticed Liisa sitting in a white rocking chair. Joppe had stayed in the garage, washing his car and making sure nothing had been taken from the farm while he was away. "Well?" Liisa asked sharply as soon as Anna stepped over the threshold. Anna took a breath before answering. "Sara's awake. She ate a little… or at least tried to." "Good." "I'm going to the barn now to feed the animals." "Sure. Take a knife with you and bring back a couple of birch branches." Anna felt her heart lurch in her chest. "Why?" she asked, even though she knew the answer all too well. Liisa's feet lifted off the floor as she straightened her back and set the rocking chair into a gentle motion. "You know why." "It wasn't Sara's fault. She was trapped in there. She couldn't take care of anything," Anna bit her lip as she tried to make Liisa change her mind. "Sara went in there herself, even though it was forbidden. The chores went undone, the animals weren't taken care of. In this house, that earns a spanking. It's always been that way," Liisa stated calmly, and Anna knew immediately that there was no room for negotiation. "You can't hurt Sara!" "I'm not hurting her, I'm teaching her. Tomorrow before breakfast. Now go do your chores and bring the branches with you." Anna's insides churned, but she had no choice other than to put on her boots and head to the barn to tend to the cows. The wind swayed the thinnest trees in the nearby birch grove; they bent heavily from side to side but always straightened back up. Anna tried to keep calm, but it wasn't easy. Sara would be severely spanked the next day, and she would have to take part in it by making the switches. Sara lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of the house—the walls creaked, the wind hummed outside, somewhere in the distance a machine droned steadily. Her diaper was dry, the blanket was comfortably warm, but sleep wouldn't come. Her thoughts circled endlessly. Anna's face, Anna's words, Anna's tearful eyes. Despite everything that had been revealed, Sara missed Anna terribly. Again and again, she caught herself constructing different scenarios in her mind where she and Anna could still be together someday. It was pathetic and embarrassing, but Sara couldn't help it. Worst of all, what Sara missed most was being Anna's little one. She wanted to press herself into Anna's arms, feel her stroking her hair, and listen to her gentle cooing. Sara sat up. "Don't go there," she thought half aloud, but her feet were already carrying her toward Anna's room. The upstairs hallway was dark, and no light shone from the staircase anymore. Everyone was probably already asleep. Sara considered turning back, but when she noticed that Anna's door was slightly ajar, she decided to step inside. Anna lay in bed with her eyes closed, her hair tousled, one hand resting on top of the blanket. The summer night cast a glow through the window, painting her face in shades of blue. "Hey," Sara said softly, taking a small step toward Anna's bed. Anna opened her eyes, yawned once, but quickly became alert when she realized that Sara had come to her. "Sara?" Anna whispered. "What's wrong?" Sara didn't answer. She stood in front of Anna in her nightgown and diaper, feeling foolish. "I can't sleep," she finally said. Anna sat up and patted the mattress near the foot of the bed. "Come here." Sara hesitated for a moment but eventually walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Anna looked into her eyes, and neither of them spoke. "I want to…" Sara began, but her voice died. Anna looked at her softly and smiled slightly, giving the girl time to gather her courage. Sara bit her lip. This was embarrassing and stupid. "I want to be your little one," Sara finally managed to say. "Tonight." Anna looked at her for a long time. Then she smiled—warmly and gently, but also a little sadly. "Come into my arms," Anna whispered, opening her arms invitingly. Sara immediately pressed herself against her and felt Anna's warmth, her scent, her heartbeat. Anna wrapped her arms around Sara and began to stroke her hair gently. They sat in silence for a long time, held close. Something inside Sara fought back at first, but gradually she began to melt, feeling safe and small. Anna's touch still held magic. They breathed in sync, steady and calm. "Anna," Sara suddenly whispered, breaking the perfect silence that had settled over the room. "What?" Sara hesitated. This was even more embarrassing than the last thing. "Could you… could you breastfeed me?" Anna didn't say anything. Sara felt her cheeks grow hot. "That was a stupid idea, sorry." "No, it wasn't," Anna interrupted gently. "I've dreamed about it. For a long time." Sara lifted her gaze. Anna's eyes glowed in the dim room. "Are you serious?" "Yeah" Anna let go of Sara and slowly lowered the straps of her nightgown. The fabric glided lightly over her skin, finally revealing Anna's breasts. The faint light of the summer night made her skin look pale. Sara had never seen anything so beautiful. Sara's gaze lingered on Anna's breasts for a long time before finally traveling up her neck to her face. Anna looked back at her softly, expectantly. Sara felt warmth rise to her cheeks. "Just take it," Anna whispered, sweet smile on her lips. Sara leaned forward carefully, almost fearfully. She pressed her cheek against Anna's left breast and closed her eyes. Sara could have stayed there forever. The warmth of Anna's skin, her heartbeat, the way she smelled—it all washed over her. She pulled away for a moment, just so she could press her face back against Anna's soft breasts, sink into them again. It felt that good. Finally, Anna placed her other hand behind Sara's neck and gently guided the girl's mouth to her nipple. "Just suck, darling. I'm here for you," Anna whispered into Sara's ear, her own stomach swarming with butterflies. Sara opened her lips and took the nipple into her mouth. For a fleeting moment, it felt strange, but after just a few sucks, Sara's body relaxed. Anna held Sara's head in place and gently stroked her hair as the girl sucked her breast in a calm, rhythmic motion. Anna's other hand caressed Sara's side, occasionally feeling for the edge of her diaper. The crinkle of the diaper only deepened Sara's experience; she felt small, loved, and cared for. Anna breastfed Sara for a long time. Sometimes she felt tears welling up in her eyes; this beautiful moment meant a lot to her too. Small, contented sounds escaped Sara's mouth from time to time—sounds the nursing girl didn't even notice herself. Anna answered them with light kisses on Sara's forehead and hair. They both felt good. Sara woke up next to Anna when she shook her gently but firmly by the shoulder. "Sara, wake up now." Sara grunted sleepily and blinked her groggy eyes. "Mhmm… Anna." She was still half asleep. She had fallen asleep in Anna's arms at the end of the long breastfeeding session, and she would have wanted to stay there until at least sunrise. But Anna had decided otherwise. She had spent the whole night stroking and kissing Sara, watching the clock and going over the plan she had formed that evening. "Is something wrong?" Sara asked in a clear voice, a little worried. "Shh, don't speak loudly. Gather your things as quickly as you can. We're leaving this place now," Anna answered firmly and pressed a quick kiss to Sara's lips.  

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