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I messed my wet morning diaper yesterday. This morning I am just wet, don't have to go potty for some reason, actually unusual for me, but I'll enjoy my warm, wet MegaMax Air Lock diaper. -
I am up this morning in a very wet MegaMax Air Lock diaper. I usually mess my diaper soon after I get up in the morning, but don't have to go potty this morning. I am enjoying, however, my warm, wet diapie anyway. I did have Haian plastic pants on but just took them off, so sitting here in just my wet diaper and t-shirt. squeezing and patting the front of my wet MegaMax Air Lock diaper. A better name might be a Wet-Lock or Leak-Lock diaper because I am not leaking. I am not going to change right away and will probably have another small to moderate pee pee after I finish my coffee and then time to exercise in my wet diaper. I like to go about my day as long as possible in my wet diaper. You're getting air and I'm getting wet.
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By SuperkitThePottypawStinky · Posted
I'm in a poopy Pamper at the moment. I am not planning on changing for a while. Agu! Nya! Nya! -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Yeah Belle Carter was a bully in HDWLT, but she's got a little more stable since then. One of these days, I'll find time to finish editing that story so I can report it. Thinking this story could use an edit as well. This chapter should have a version in TLNS, and I can't figure out why it's missing; unless I was worrying too much about Wattpad's 200-chapter limit. 73. Our Guest I was still stirring the gravy when I heard Ffrances’s car outside; they must not have needed to talk as much as I had expected. But I knew that this was an important day to Tess, so perhaps she had been in a hurry. She wanted to see how far I would go to meet her demands, and I really hoped this would be enough proof that she could trust me now. Ffrances took over the cooking again, while I went to set the table. We were having a proper dinner today, a traditional meal, so I wanted us to look like an old fashioned family unit. I didn’t know, but I thought that the interloper might feel out of place; his lack of manners would stick out more in a formal setting. So instead of plates on the kitchen table, we were using the dining room with my proper set of silverware and place mats set out for everyone. It wouldn’t surprise Ffrances; we did eat like this occasionally, when we had time to make dinner a big occasion, but I couldn’t remember if Tess had seen the dining table used for anything other than jigsaw puzzles before. It was certainly the first time I had roasted a whole chicken since she moved in. “Wow, we’re being fancy today?” she said with a smile. She helped out a little with making everything perfect, and explained that although her parents had never seen the need for formal dining at home, she had enough experience of posh restaurants where everybody cared about tradition. She had grown up in a dozen different countries, and learning their traditions was just as important to her as mastering the languages. “Listen,” Tess said, moving a little closer. “I want to say thank you. I know this is hard, and I’m glad you’re willing to give Spike a chance. I’m sure you’ll like him once you get to know him a bit better.” “Anything for my little girl,” I answered carefully. Pursed lips said that she didn’t quite like my choice of words, but not enough to spoil the moment with an answer. So I continued: “I just worry about you, and I don’t want you to get hurt. And I don’t want you to be embarrassed, I think he might not understand if he found out about the problems you’ve been having. You’ll be so surprised that you have an accident like a baby if he tries to kiss you or touch you intimately.” “I don’t think I’ll have a problem for long,” she answered, and my smile was completely genuine. She didn’t respond, so I must have understood correctly how this modified trigger was supposed to work. And perhaps more importantly, it looked like it would still work during the day. “Besides, if it carries on I’d have to tell him sooner or later. Own my problems, you know?” “I know. You’re a brave baby. And don’t worry, I’m getting it out of the way now so I don’t embarrass you in front of your friend. If you want to show him you’re a big girl, that’s entirely your choice.” Everything was neat by now, the dining room impeccable. We went back into the kitchen and I started to carve the chicken. I noticed that before carrying plates into the dining room, Ffrances left the room for a moment and returned with a narrow brown envelope, which she gave to the young man. He wasted no time in tearing it open and skimming the letter inside. I wanted to remind him how impolite it was to behave like that, but I held my tongue when I realised that Ffrances probably had a better idea what the letter was about, and would probably chastise me if he had a legitimate reason to be excited. So I said nothing as he refolded the letter and stepped out into the hall to put it into his coat pocket. I nodded to Spike as he joined us at the table, and he seemed polite enough. He even waited for Tess to join us before picking up his knife and fork, showing more restraint than I would have expected from someone like that. There was a little small talk over the food, and both Tess and her friend complimented the cooking. But I was too nervous to pay much attention to the conversation, thinking about all the terrible things that could happen now that I had opened the door to this little pervert. And he became more of a threat in my eyes when he was polite, respectful, and even charming. He could hide his true motives so well that I could have bought the ‘gay best friend’ act if I didn’t know better. There were few enough clues to his depraved background, but I could see him for what he was. He kept fiddling with a worn leather bracelet bearing some kind of gang slogan; I could just about make a word that might have been ‘Daddy’, which hinted about the worst side of gay culture. That messy beard looked like it had never seen a razor, and he was wearing a T-shirt on which I could make out the words ‘Death’ and ‘Finger’. What kind of hooligan would buy something with those words on? The conversation over dinner started with general topics, although nobody wanted to bring up politics. They talked about upcoming movies, human interest stories in the news, and speculation about some construction work that was going on between Raybridge and Palmerston. By the time we had almost finished dinner, I was already getting impatient to leave. The conversation was friendly, but there was still a little awkwardness there; That man didn’t fit in, and he must be able to tell on some level that he wasn’t really welcome in a family like this. Ffrances was pretty good at hiding her feelings about people, a necessity given some of the unhinged people she had to help as part of her job. But I wasn’t so good at it, and I didn’t want him to pick up on that right now. “Ice cream?” I offered. Everyone agreed, but Tess insisted she be the one to go into the kitchen for bowls. She brought a second bottle of wine as well; I would normally have been reluctant to offer it to our visitor, but I reasoned that the more relaxed he felt, the easier it would be for him to say or do something stupid. “Actually, I’ve still got papers I need to file this evening,” I said, hoping nobody would ask any more detail. “Stuff for work. If you want to keep chatting, I’ll join you when it’s done.” They’d started talking about Millhouse Underground a few minutes before, and I could probably have added so much to the conversation. But there were more than a couple of reasons why I needed to take a break from socialising. So I made my excuses, told them all to have fun, and carefully avoided treating Tess like a child as I passed her. It would have been so easy to ruffle her hair, and I doubt she would have minded, after how easily she had become content with stuff like that. But if she rebelled because she wanted to look like an adult in front of a man, that would set a precedent. And I didn’t want him to laugh at her because of what I was doing. The rift between them had to come from her reaction to seeing his true desires, or his reaction to something she did. I couldn’t give her a reason to blame me for their quarrel. The kitchen door was still ajar. After I left them and went into the hallway, I could duck back into the kitchen for just a second without anyone noticing. Long enough to add one of the diuretic pills Tess had been taking a couple of months before to her late-night tea flask. I didn’t think she really needed it. But once that sheet of tablets was empty, I left the blister packaging on the counter next to the bin. Nobody else would notice; we’d been cooking and the room would need tidying. But if Ffrances saw it, she was sure to know what had happened when Tess had an accident later. I wasn’t in the room. Ffrances and Tess had gone together to pick Spike up while I was cooking. It was a lot more likely that a little girl who had already shown she wanted to lose control would have taken matters into her own hands. And Tess had been eager to go into the kitchen herself to fetch dessert, making the right conclusions easy to draw. I should have gone upstairs, leaving them to talk among themselves. That was the plan. I would have time to skip through the recordings of today’s conversations, and find out before rejoining them this evening whether there were any new changes to the baby’s triggers. I also thought that there was more chance of the young man driving a wedge between Tess and himself if I wasn’t there. But before I set foot on the stairs, I saw his coat hanging in the hallway. There was a letter in there, and I wanted to know what it was about. Had Ffrances been talking to him without me knowing? Why would she even do that? It could have been related to their current conversation; perhaps they’d spoken when she drove him home that one time, and she’d introduced him to her favourite comic books. But I couldn’t understand why that would lead to her giving him a letter. I looked. Only briefly. But I saw an official-looking stamp in the top right corner, and a return address which was a government mail center. Something important, then. Maybe it would help me to find out his real name; and somehow I felt like things would be better if I knew at least something about him. Perhaps I could get in touch with other concerned parents through the school; they needed to know if a man was hanging around young girls, and perhaps some of them would have suggestions on how to deal with him if my plan didn’t work. “Spike Luger,” I read from the envelope. The address below it said “Mental Health Clinic, Pine Ridge Municipal Care Trust”. That just made me worry more; was he living at the hospital? Was that how they had gotten back here so quickly? If so, I certainly didn’t want him to see Tess again. But now things had to play out as I had planned. I wouldn’t go near them. I would let him think he had his chance, and then she would have an accident and drop straight into her baby headspace. The man would no longer want her, or he would show how disgusted he was with her preferences. Either way, he wouldn’t be a risk to her anymore. I returned the letter to his pocket; if it didn’t have a real name on, it was no use to me. Just another cause for concern. I shook my head and went to the bottom of the stairs as quietly as I could. “Looking through someone else’s mail?” I jumped when I saw Ffrances standing in the kitchen doorway. “I just wanted to know. He seemed weird and furtive, like there’s something he’s not telling Tess. Please, don’t say–” “I won’t tell her anything. He asked me if he could have mail sent to my office, things his stepfather would disapprove of. I said I’d get Tess to pass it on, but while he was here it seemed easier to give it to him directly. She knows about it, but she doesn’t know all the details. He doesn’t want her to be congratulating him if it’s going to fall through in the end. So you’re not going to mention it. Understood? He’ll tell her himself, when he gets the final letter. And that’s his triumph to enjoy.” “Fine. But seriously, he even puts ‘Spike’ on forms? Can’t he use his real name? That kind of delinquency is–” “Spike is his real name. I’ve seen it on his birth certificate. Not a common one, but I assume there was a reason his parents chose it. You need to stop projecting your opinions, Gabby. Focus on things that matter.” And she held up the pill packet, raising an eyebrow. “I came to get more wine. A low alcohol one this time, I think. And I found this.” “What is it?” “The same pills as before. She hasn’t touched them since her first regression experience. So why now, of all times?” “I don’t know. But… she was trying to ask for a trigger before. Like hinting instead of outright asking. Said she thought…” I mumbled like I was having trouble remembering, but then inspiration struck and the words came flooding out. “She was thinking about telling Spike how much she enjoys it, and she wants to feel like she’s being forced. Hinting that her trigger could help. Then it wouldn’t be her choice, and she could pretend to herself that she hadn’t chosen it. Like she wanted to feel desperate, in case that motivated her to say it. But the trigger can’t do that as far as I know, unless you already made the changes she was asking for. Is that what it was about, being able to trigger desperation instead of just…” “No,” she said. “These can fill her bladder, but none of the suggestions I’ve given her so far will. I’ll think about that. And if that’s what she wants, I won’t stand in her way. But I’m going to be having words with her if I catch her using these at a time when she could have used the trigger instead. As a one off, I will let her make her own choices. But in future…” “Yeah. I would have confronted her later this evening,” I said, knowing that I would only ever have been supportive. Whether it was Tess who rejected Spike or vice versa, she would need comfort from someone who really understood her. “But you’re right. She knows what she wants, and once a month isn’t likely to cause problems.” Ffrances nodded, and went back through the kitchen to rejoin the kids. I was pretty sure she believed me. And perhaps a few minutes alone would have made Spike bolder, ready to do what he really wanted to. I went upstairs, to listen to those recordings while I waited for the sounds of chaos from the lounge. -
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