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A few times a day, my wife will announce that it is time for a diaper check.  It is normally after a meal or a long stay outside.    How do other partners get involved in diaper checks and diaper change?  

I read 6 chapters now and gotta say: Gabby is crazy as fuck and the spelling of the name Ffrances makes me crazy, I dont know why this grinds my gears so much😄.  But so far I really like the story. I'm always in at stories with crazy characters. 

"But honey you said you missed him and wanted to video him when you woke back up?" I say walking behind you. As ypu enter your room not answering me I follow you.  "Ok so I guess you and me can talk about the placement test you missed today. Why didn't you tell us? I'm all for giving you a skip day but princess this is big and counts against you missing today."

I felt like writing something cute and sweet. I tried to make it gender neutral, for the most part. I've been trying to get more into writing. Would love feedback, if there are any opinions. Belonging Today had been hard. You’d put your all in, and gone the extra mile, and it still hadn’t been enough. You were drained and exhausted, and it was only 2:30 in the afternoon. Right now, the main thing you wanted to do was get into littlespace. You couldn’t just yet; there were still obligations and responsibilities.  You still needed to put your adult mask on, and do what the world required of you. But there wasn’t much left to do, and soon everything was done. You entered your room; your blissful paradise. It matched practicality with your desires. The walls were painted a gentle cream color. No murals or the like, even though you would have loved those. It was still a space others needed to see, so you couldn’t have the Winnie-the-Pooh themed environment you would have had otherwise. You had a duvet with a deep blue duvet cover. Again, not the babyish one you wanted, but it was a compromise. It had been bought from the kids’ section, but was more aimed at teens, with patterns dedicated to video gaming. It reminded you that you didn’t have to be “big” in your room, even if it wasn’t as little as you would have liked. The most “little” thing you had in plain view was your three favorite stuffies. They had a dedicated space on your bed, and they always would. Even when you weren’t in deep littlespace, hugging one of them was always a way to make you feel better. You wanted to put your little clothes on, but you didn’t have that in you, just yet. Your body started heading to your bed, almost automatically. You picked up your favorite of the three bears, Cuddles, holding him as close to you as possible. You gave him a tight squeeze, bringing him up over your face, to block out the world, and to just lean into his soft and cuddly fur. You felt your shoulders go down a little, some of the tension releasing. You moved the other two to be right next to you; making it so that their arms were over you, like they were hugging you, rather than you hugging them. You just lay there for about a minute. A single tear made its way down your cheek; you didn’t bother to wipe it away. You started telling Cuddles and the others about your day. How you’d done everything just right. How it had all been going to plan, until everything just suddenly crashed down. Yes, they were just teddy bears. But they felt like much more. They felt like the people you could say anything to, and be heard and understood. But Cuddles really didn’t match the formal clothes you had on. The clothes that were required for the outside world, but they never felt like you. It was a performance, but they didn’t belong here, or on you. Sometimes, you wanted to be big. But not right now. The clothes came off one by one, you did this delicately. You neatly folded them over your chair, until the only thing you still had on were your underpants. This was the one indulgence you’d allowed yourself earlier. Because they weren’t “underpants”. They were training pants. For the little one you knew you truly were inside, even though you couldn’t show it to the outside world. They were dry, which felt like a victory, even though it made no sense. See, I can use the potty like a big kid! They were a reminder that you could be both big and little; and that you made the rules for yourself. The world didn’t have the right to tell you who you are, or how you were supposed to see yourself. But right now, it wasn’t training pants you wanted. They were a great in-between, but right now, there should be a diaper around your butt. You only had cheap medical grade ones, but those were good enough for now. You got one of the plastic pieces of perfection from the dedicated diaper shelf in your cupboard. You’d already fluffed it, and the softness in your hands already felt wonderful. You knew that it would pale in comparison to the feeling with the padding around your waist. It was hard to put on a diaper slowly. Once you got it out, your instinct was always to try and get it on you as soon as possible. You plopped the diaper down onto your bed. The powder was sprinkled haphazardly. You positioned your bottom right onto it, letting out a slight moan as you felt the softness. This wasn’t the first diaper you’d put on, but it was still quite new to you. You rushed getting the diaper taped up. Everything felt just right, both with the diaper, and with the world. Standing up, you allowed yourself to shake your padded butt, and let out a giggle. It felt like Cuddles and the other stuffies were looking at you approvingly. And they were right to approve. This was you being true to yourself. If it hadn’t been so cold, you would have been happy to just stay in your diaper. And yes, you loved saying that. Your diaper, not the diaper. You felt your face move into a smile that you knew wouldn’t go away as long as you were aware you were padded. You loved how the waistband went slightly higher over your stomach, and the tiny crinkle as you waddled. Yes, waddled, not “walked”. Your shoulders did a little shiver. You knew part of it was happiness, but part of it was from the cold. Sighing, because you wouldn’t be able to keep your diaper on display, you got out your footed pajamas from your cupboard. You loved each little step it took to get to them, with your diaper rustling. I’m gonna be a teddy bear like my teddy bears! There were upsides and downsides to the pajamas. Yes, you couldn’t see your diaper. But it was comfy and cozy, and definitely not something that someone Big would wear. It was something a little one like you was expected to wear. And you could play dress-up! And it also meant you could clip your pacifier, so it would be right with you. And it would keep your diapie right in place properly, making it hard to forget you had it on. Your paci was soon in your mouth, and you were sucking contently. You blended in with your teddy bears: you were the biggest of them in terms of physical size, but you felt littler than them. The plan was to color and maybe play with your toys, and watch a show. But your eyes were already droopy, and the paci and stuffies and diapie made it so hard to keep your eyes open. You were cradling your bears, trying to ignore the bed covers that felt too big for you, the boring room decorations, and everything that was a reminder of who you were supposed to be, but that always felt like a chore. I dun wanna sleep, was the last thought you had before dreamland took you. *** Cold air hit you first. And then a sense of indignation. “Hey!” You shouted, or at least tried to. It came out more like a grunt, as you still had your paci in. Your diaper snapped back into place. It felt quite different from when you’d gone to sleep: soggy and squishy, but still wonderful. But that was scary. I’m not a bedwetter. But maybe you were? You reached out for Cuddles, wanting some reassurance:  Only to find that he wasn’t in your arms. Also, the sheet felt wrong. It was still soft, but there was a plastic rustling noise. The bed felt way too solid for you to be on a mattress. Your eyes started slowly peeking open: the first thing you saw was a grinning cloud painted on the wall: a tiny, blue figure that seemed absurdly happy. With that, you opened your eyes widely, coming straight to attention. You were on the floor, in a nap mat. You saw your name sewed on to the mat: it took you a moment to actually parse the letters. It was Winnie-the-Pooh themed, with a grinning Tigger the most easily identifiable character. It smelled a little like pee, but you didn’t mind. Of course your diapies sometimes leaked. That was normal for a little one like you. Next to you, you saw your teddy bears in their own nap mats. The two bigger ones were stretched out, snoring a little. They had no pacifiers and the clothes that they were wearing (or at least what you could see of them) looked like preschool clothes. Bright T-shirts, and their legs weren’t really split apart enough for them to be wearing a diaper. Cuddles was asleep, sucking his thumb. It seemed normal to you. Of course, your teddies would be in daycare with you. Of course you would be in daycare. Why would it be any different? You felt a little embarrassed about having had your diaper checked, but it didn’t really bother you. It was just that the cold air had woken you. Not that you were too sad about that. It had been a terrible nightmare you were having. No wonder your diapie was so soggy. “Changies?” You asked around your pacifier. The diapie felt great, but it was starting to get a tiny bit cold and itchy. But you didn’t want to take your pacifier out either. And you didn’t need to. “Of course, kiddo. Sorry for waking you,” the daycare worker ruffled your hair, and gave your bum a slight pat. You giggled happily. She took your hand, and you walked together to the changing table. You were a little bit confused: it seemed that your hands were the same size. You didn’t think she’d be able to pick you up. But that also didn’t seem like a problem. But your brain immediately made it make sense: Some little ones are just bigger than others. And you saw your cubbie, with your diapies in, and a change of clothes. Inside the cubbie, it looked like there was the footed sleeper you thought you’d fallen asleep in. You wondered what you were wearing at the moment. A grin reached your face as you looked down. You forgot you’d been playing dress-up earlier! You were in clothes that a Big would wear, when going to Big School. It was a school uniform, complete with a tie and shorts. Shorts that were getting darker by the second. Your diapie was leaking on to your Big clothes! That wasn’t fair. You wanted to show that you could be Big. Even though you knew in your heart that you weren’t. You were about to start crying, and the teacher noticed. She took stock of the situation immediately. Your paci had fallen out your mouth, and she popped it back in. You started sucking automatically. Your shorts were gently pulled off; you let it happen. “Someone needs a new diapie, don’t they?” You blushed and nodded. You hated when your diaper leaked, but you couldn’t help it. And that was fine. Wet and leaky diapers were just a fact of life. You got onto the changing table. You didn’t need to be carried there, or asked to sit down. You’d done this a bajillion times before. But that didn’t make it less special. A diaper change always felt good, and a diaper always felt wonderful. “Such a good little one!” You wanted to melt in happiness. You loved being good. “Do you wanna try and take your diapie off yourself? I know you can do it.” You shook your head rapidly. No. Cuz if you started changing your diapers yourself, maybe they’d think you were ready for potty training. And that was a one-way ticket into sadness. “Didn’t think so,” the teacher giggled. She started tickling you right under your ribs with one hand, and started undoing the tapes with the other. You couldn’t stop laughing. The change went quickly: one second you were in a soggy diaper; the next you were in a clean one. And one that looked so much nicer than the one you were in before. The old one looked boring; the new one had little pictures of Winnie-the-Pooh and his friends. And felt like the kind of thing you should have been wearing. It was softer, thicker, and more comfortable than the other one, too. No shorts were put on after the diaper, and that was perfectly fine. You liked being able to see your diapie. You liked being reminded that you were a little one. You were ready for an afternoon of playing and having fun with Cuddles and your other friends. You were right where you belonged.