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By LittleRen77 · Posted
That's super cute! My stuffie (Bonnie... a bunny rabbit) also uses a baby diaper! I'd suggest saving one or two. After cuddling and playing with her, after a few months maybe, the diaper might get a little roughed up and need replacing, even if not "used" 😊 -
By Meeseeks88 · Posted
21) The Birthday – Part 1 The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the crib bars surrounding me. The second thing I noticed was the cold, damp diaper between my legs. I sucked on my pacifier and realised that I was still holding onto the teddy bear. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself. It wasn’t exactly how most teenage boys woke up on their fifteenth birthday. Usually, on my birthday, I would wake up and start opening my presents. However, today I would have to wait inside the crib in my wet diaper until somebody came to let me out. Eventually my mother walked into the room. ‘Happy birthday, baby Tommy’, she cheered. ‘Fankyou Mommy’, I babbled from behind my pacifier. I realised instantly that my mother had referred to me as ‘baby Tommy’ but given the circumstances, it made sense. She let down the side of the crib and leaned inside. ‘How is my baby’s diaper doing this morning?’ she cooed and stuck her finger inside the leg band, ‘ooh a bit wet, I thought that would be the case’. I remained in the crib, holding onto my teddy bear as my mother brought over the changing supplies and started undoing my wet diaper. She started cleaning me up with baby wipes. ‘We’re having a little party this afternoon’, she cheered, ‘we’ll make sure that you have the best birthday ever’. I smiled and looked forward to whatever surprises were in store for me. My mother powdered my hairless crotch and attached a clean diaper. She then ushered me downstairs with the teddy bear still in my hands. ‘Morning birthday boy’, Lana cheered, ‘I can’t believe you’re fifteen’. I couldn’t believe it either as I waddled into the kitchen in just a diaper whilst holding a teddy bear and sucking on a pacifier. I was strapped into the highchair which took me by surprise. It seemed that despite it being my birthday, I was still being babied. My teddy bear was squeezed in next to me and my mother tied a bib around my neck. ‘What would you like for breakfast?’ asked Lana, ‘cereal? Toast? Oatmeal?’ ‘Can I have some cereal please, Auntie Lana?’ I asked. ‘Of course’, Lana replied. It sounded silly but I was looking forward to eating cereal again instead of my usual big bowl of oatmeal. As Lana placed the bowl on the highchair tray, my mother insisted on feeding me. It wasn’t necessary but I didn’t mind. Unfortunately, it wasn’t over easy to be spoon fed cereal. As my mother fed me the first spoonful, most of the milk dribbled down my chin and onto my bib. I already felt like a messy baby. Each time I received another spoonful of cereal, more milk trickled off of the spoon and straight down me. As I continued chewing, I could feel the milk dripping off of my chin and onto my bib. Every now and then, my mother would scoop up some of the milk from my chin and put it straight into my mouth. It was slightly embarrassing but I was much happier to have the milk in my mouth instead of down my bib. By the time I had finished my cereal, Lana had prepared my bottle of juice and handed it to me. I started sucking on it whilst my mother tidied up and wiped the highchair tray. As I looked down, I was grateful to be wearing a bib. It was completely soaked in milk. After showing my mother that my bottle was empty, I was allowed out of the highchair. ‘Let’s go and get you dressed, ready for your birthday party’, my Mom said and I followed her upstairs. After being given a quick wash, I was diapered and ready to get dressed. ‘What shall we wear today?’ my mother wondered out loud. She started going through some of my clothes. I saw her put a pair of jeans to the side. It felt like a long time since I had last worn jeans. Suddenly, my mother came across Jenny’s pink love heart dress. She held it up and admired it. ‘What a pretty dress’, she smiled, ‘is this the one from the photo that Lana showed me?’ ‘Yeah, it belonged to Jenny’, I told her. ‘I like the material’, my mother said, ‘it’s very soft’. I went over and felt it. It did feel very silky and smooth. I smiled as I wondered how cute Jenny must have looked wearing it. My mother saw the smile on my face. ‘Would you like to wear this today?’ she asked. ‘What?’ I replied as I snapped back to reality, ‘oh, I don’t really think…’ ‘It really is very pretty’, my mother interrupted as she admired the dress, ‘you would definitely look very smart in this’. ‘I’m not really sure that I want…’ I started speaking before being cut off. ‘Arm’s up’, my mother instructed. I didn’t even complain and raised my arms as she placed the dress over me. ‘Perfect’, she smiled before looking around the room, ‘was there a bow that went with this?’ Suddenly, she found the head band sitting on the side near my changing supplies. ‘Do I have to wear the bow?’ I groaned. ‘It’s your birthday’, my mother replied, ‘we want you to look extra special’. I stood there looking fed up as she placed the band over my head and adjusted the bow so that it was exactly in the middle. She clipped my pacifier onto the dress and held it up. ‘Did you want this in?’ she asked. I nodded and gladly accepted it. I needed something to focus on and the pacifier was soothing enough to make me forget how ridiculous I looked. My Mom headed down the stairs and I slowly followed behind. When she reached the bottom, she turned around. ‘Attention everybody, she said loudly, ‘here comes the birthday girl’. As I walked down the stairs, everybody was gathering around. ‘Aw, so adorable’, I heard Lana say. ‘Baby’, Sophie cheered. I almost felt like I was parading on a catwalk. As I reached the bottom, they all cheered. ‘Come on, give us a twirl’, my Mom insisted. I rolled my eyes and turned around. ‘You look wonderful’, my Mom said. ‘Fanks’, I babbled through my pacifier. - A little while later, there was a knock at the door. Lana answered it. As I turned around, I let my pacifier fall out of my mouth as Jenny walked into the room. She looked stunning. She was wearing a white dress with daisies all over it and had put a little bit of make-up on as well. ‘Sorry I’m a little late’, she smiled. ‘Don’t be silly’, replied Lana, ‘you’re just in time. That’s a lovely dress that you’re wearing’. ‘Thank you’, Jenny said, ‘I bought it especially for today’. ‘You’re almost matching with Tommy’, Lana giggled. Jenny politely smiled. Lana and my mother went off into the kitchen to set the table, leaving me alone with Jenny. ‘Happy Birthday’, she chuckled. ‘Thank you’, I replied, ‘I love your dress’ she said whilst winking at me. ‘Thanks, I wore it just for you’, I lied. Jenny started giggling. ‘How have you been?’ I asked. ‘Yeah, I’ve been chilling out really’, she replied, ‘not looking forward to going back to school next week’. ‘Me neither’, I said. ‘Do you think you’ll have to go to school…in diapers?’ she asked. I hadn’t even thought about that. I was back at school in two days and hadn’t been given any indication that I was going to be out of diapers any time soon. I decided not to think about it and moved the conversation along. ‘I enjoyed spending time with you this week’, I smiled. ‘Me too’, Jenny replied. ‘Are you meeting up with Laura again soon’, I asked. ‘No’, Jenny replied quite bluntly, ‘I’m not speaking to her at the moment’. ‘Why not?’ I asked. ‘It didn’t go unnoticed that she was teasing you a lot’, Jenny said, ‘it was only when I really thought about it that I realised just how humiliating the picnic must have been for you. I’m so sorry for inviting her. I feel terrible’. ‘It’s alright’, I assured her, ‘Laura was pretty horrible to be around, but I got to spend time with you so it was all worth it’. Jenny started smiling. ‘Really?’ she asked. ‘Yeah, I…um…think you’re pretty cool’, I replied whilst trying not to blush. ‘No one has ever called me ‘cool’ before’, she giggled, ‘thank you’. She came over and gave me a big kiss on my cheek. I started to feel all fuzzy inside. Suddenly, our eyes locked. Neither of us said anything. I gulped and slowly leant in to kiss her on the lips. However, she quickly backed away. ‘Sorry’, I immediately apologised, ‘I just thought that…’ ‘It’s alright’, Jenny interrupted, ‘I think that you’re sweet and everything, it’s just that…’ ‘What?’ I asked. ‘It’s hard to take you seriously when you’re wearing my dress and have a diaper poking out underneath it’, she giggled. I chuckled, ‘I completely understand’. Before we could say anymore, Lana called us into the kitchen. As we walked in, the table was covered in party food. It looked amazing. Sophie was already sat at the table and went to eat something. ‘Hang on’, Lana said, ‘let the birthday girl choose what she wants to have first’. I rolled my eyes at being called ‘birthday girl’, but grabbed a party plate and piled it up with food. ‘Is that everything you would like?’ my mother asked. ‘I think so’, I replied. ‘Okay sweetie’, said my Mom, ‘pass me your plate and I’ll hold it whilst Lana gets you into the highchair’. ‘Can’t I sit at the t…’, before I could finish my sentence, Lana took my hand and led me over to the highchair. Once I was strapped in, my Mom put my plate down onto the tray. Lana tied a bib around my neck which felt a little tight. ‘I hope that bib’s ok’, Lana smiled, ‘Sophie used to wear it on her birthday’. As I looked down, the bib read ‘BIRTHDAY GIRL’, in big pink writing. There were two teddy bears wearing party hats on either side of it. Usually, I would have felt awkward, but with the love heart dress and bow on my head, I was past caring that I was being referred to as a girl. Thankfully, I was allowed to feed myself. It was nice that I could retain a little bit of dignity with Jenny present. Everyone else, picked out some food before sitting around the table. I had to admit that the food was really great and I missed the freedom of eating whatever food that I wanted. Jenny would occasionally look over at me and smile. I smiled back at her and wanted nothing more than to be in her arms again. After finishing our party food, Lana stood up. ‘Who’s ready for some birthday cake?’ she asked the room. ‘ME!!’ everyone replied. My mother walked over and helped Lana to prepare the cake. Eventually, the turned around and brought the cake towards me. Everyone started singing. Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to Tommy Happy Birthday to you As Lana placed it on the highchair tray, my face dropped. It was a Dora the Explorer cake which was covered in childish decorations. Two lit candles poked out of the top of it. The first one was in the shape of a ‘1’ and second was in the shape of a ‘5’. I went to blow them out when my mother suddenly stopped me. ‘Hang on a second’, she said and blew out the ‘5’ candle before removing it, ‘that’s more like it’. I sighed in frustration as I looked down at the childish Dora the Explorer cake with a big ‘1’ candle poking out of it. ‘Make a wish’, Lana said. As I blew out the lonely candle, I looked at Jenny and wished that I could spend every day with her. Everyone applauded. The cake was sliced up and shared between the five of us. It was actually a really nice cake considering it was a Dora the Explorer one. However, as I finished the last bit of cake, I felt an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. I knew exactly what it was and started to panic when I realised that I needed to poop. I shuffled about in the highchair but that only seemed to make it worse. When I felt like I was losing the battle, I quickly called my Mom over. ‘Everything ok, birthday girl?’ she asked. ‘No, it’s not’, I whispered, ‘I need to poop…really bad’. ‘That’s alright, Mommy will change you when you’re done’, she replied. ‘No’, I continued whispering, ‘I don’t want to do it in front of Jenny’. ‘You’ve done it in front of everyone else’, my mother stated, ‘I don’t think one more person will hurt’. She went and sat back down. My heart was racing and I started to sweat as I felt the poop slowly pushing its way out into my diaper. I held tightly into the highchair tray. The straps of the highchair seemed to push against my stomach which only made it worse. I raised my bottom up as I lost the battle and filled my diaper. My face started turning read as I quietly grunted and pushed as hard as I could. Nobody had seemed to notice me until Sophie spoke up. ‘Stinky’, she said. ‘What’s that, honey?’ Lana asked. ‘Stinky’, Sophie repeated. Lana sniffed the air. ‘You’re right’, she said, ‘something is a bit stinky’. ‘I think that something might be a someone’, my mother grinned as she looked at me. As I felt everybody’s eyes move in my direction, it was painfully obviously that I was filling my diaper. ‘It’s ok’, said my mother as she walked over to me and put her hands onto my shoulders, ‘you don’t need to do that. The poo poo will come out when it’s ready’. With that, she gently pushed on my shoulders and lowered me back down into the seat of the highchair. I winced as I sat down in my messy diaper and felt the poop spreading around my bottom. Jenny looked at me with a slightly shocked look on her face before it turned into a sympathetic look. I could do nothing but sit there in defeat. I had to wait in my messy diaper whilst everybody finished their cake. The smell had filled the room but everyone seemed to be coping with it. Finally, my mother announced that she was going to change my diaper. I was let out of the highchair and quickly followed her upstairs, avoiding any eye contact with Jenny in the process. -
By PlstkBakdnghtnday · Posted
Great premise. Not a big fan of the corporate check-mate. If she were friends with her assistant and the mittens and pacifier weren't involved, and she started enjoying her diaper, I think those would all be positive. Also, who sells a diaper with the intention of making it a double? -
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By Little_Mouse · Posted
Yesterday, I bought a pack (38 count) of size 5 (9-14 kg) baby diapers for my teddy bear, Teddy. Yes, he has started wearing diapers and using a pacifier—just like me. I love him so much for it. But he doesn’t actually use them, so what was I supposed to do with most of them? I decided to see if I could use them as stuffing inside the pull-ups I wear during the day. To my big surprise, it works far better than I expected. I put on my first pair of pull-up (with a baby diaper as stuffer inside) 6 hours ago, and it still hasn’t leaked! Wow! Tonight, I’m going to use one as an insert in my Tena Slip Maxi tape night diaper and see how it works.
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