Rainbow Diapers

human

Hi everyone! I need a little help with leaking. Whenever I lay down, in any position, I leak. I’m especially leaky when I’m on my back.    Most of the problem is that I’m very small, less than an inch and if I’m sitting down it goes inside my body, so it kind of just sticks straight out perpendicular to my body. When I pee, it goes straight up or out not like others who can point theirs down, even just a little. So if I’m laying down, pee just goes straight up or out, the padding can only handle so much, so then it trickles onto my waist, or off the outside of my legs, only a little follows the grooves between my legs to be absorbed where there is more padding.    I also tend to pee a lot when I go. If I trickled all the time, I think it would be fine, but I’m not quite there with my un-potty training.    For those littles a with a smaller peepee, have you encountered this problem?    Does anyone have any recommendations, tips, or tricks? 

--- Chapter 63 --- By the time Charlie returned to the classroom, they had discovered he only had a little over 10 minutes remaining until lunchtime and his departure. That was certainly not enough time to accomplish much else, which wasn’t to say he was disappointed with what he had already achieved (on the contrary, he was elated). But it was enough time to introduce Kelly to his new friends and see how they responded to her, and get a sense of how Sarah ran her class. “This is Miss Kelly,” Sarah announced, gesturing to Kelly, who beamed at everyone as she set Charlie on his feet. “She is Charlie’s Nanny, and she’ll be here with him until he leaves.” “Where’s Miss Willaby?” Bucky asked quickly, his eyes darting towards the shut door. “She’s…” Sarah paused, her eyes staring downward at the floor in thought. “Bye-bye,” Charlie said as he waddled over to Jimmy, who was halfway through building a wall around Mr. Ribbits with large blocks. “Ehh, yes,” Sarah laughed awkwardly, shrugging her shoulders; Kelly tossed her a sympathetic look. “Miss Willaby won’t be running this class for the rest of the day, or, um, maybe for a while.” “Whoa, she was fired?” Lily gasped. “No,” Sarah denied quickly, putting a finger up. “No-no’s!” Charlie gasped, spun around, and pointed a finger at Sarah, who jerked her head toward him in surprise. (Okay, so, maybe he wasn’t done today.) “What?” Kelly questioned quietly, taking a step closer to Charlie. “No no’s!” he repeated, stomping his foot and crossing his arms indignantly, which made Jimmy burst out laughing; others quickly followed. Kelly looked at Charlie, helpless and confused, putting her hands out to ask for help. “It’s one of Miss Willaby’s rules,” Sarah sighed to Kelly, who looked more confused than informed (because Kelly was sane). Sarah raised both hands to ask the room for quiet, and the laughter quickly died down. “For the foreseeable future, I will be running this class.” The class ’oooo’d; Sarah cleared her throat. “And there will be changes, but –” she paused, raising a finger up and scanning the room to look each Little in the eye. “We’re going to take it slowly, okay? For now, we’re going to follow Miss Willaby’s plans and rules for the rest of the day. Except –” and Sarah looked right at Charlie and smiled. “That rule can go –” “YES!” Jimmy cheered triumphantly, pumping his arm and so overjoyed he punched his half-made toy brick wall. “If –” Sarah raised her voice, looking wide-eyed at Jimmy, who put a hand over his mouth. “Someone, anyone, can tell me why Miss Willaby had that rule?” Charlie tilted his head, thinking of his real answer, and had to consider what Choo-choo’s answer would be. Many eyes turned to Bucky, who looked alarmed by that, and he shrugged defensively. But, to everyone’s surprise, Emma raised her hand, slowly. After recovering from her own momentary surprise, Sarah smiled at her warmly. “Yes, Emma?” “To make us think first,” she said with certainty, though her body language showed nervousness as she was being stared at. “Very good!” Sarah praised, raising her hands to clap twice. “Often we say no defensively, or protectively. It can be an instinctive response that shuts down topics of conversation, or options. Miss Willaby wanted to teach you to be more open and think more before you decline. But –” she paused, gesturing her arm towards Charlie. “It’s an imperfect rule that doesn’t always work that way.” Lexi smirked over at Charlie, who beamed back at her. “So instead, I’d like us to practice this option: if anyone says no, stop, count to three, and consider if your answer is still no,” Sarah announced with pride, appearing to have given this a fair amount of thought before. The class looked around in thought, at each other or at nothing as they considered. “No!” Charlie declared loudly, and all eyes snapped to him; funny enough, Kelly and Sarah’s eyes widened to the same size. Quickly, he thrust his arm into the air and pointed his index finger up. Then added a second. Then a third. Then he giggled. “Okay!” Kelly closed her eyes and sighed in relief, and Sarah put a hand on her chest, chuckling as she let out her nervous energy. The rest of the class laughed approvingly. “Great!” Sarah said, clapping her hands together, then looked at her watch. “We have five minutes before lunch, so let’s say our goodbyes to Charlie.” “Is he coming back?” Lexi asked quickly, her eyes darting to Charlie for an answer first, then to Kelly. “Well, I - I don’t know,” Kelly fumbled slightly and, of course, Charlie spun around and gasped dramatically at her. She winced (making him feel a little bad), and she put her hands up. “If not, we’ll make sure to come back and do a proper goodbye, okay?” Charlie let out a whine, but as Kelly’s shoulders deflated, he nodded, then hung his head. “You’ll be back,” Jimmy grinned, lightly punching Charlie on the shoulder from behind. “You better be,” Lexi replied, running over to him and wrapping him in a tight hug. He giggled and hugged her back, matching the tightness. “And if not,” Bucky added as he stepped forward and extended his hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” “Oh, Bucky,” Sarah chuckled. Lexi stepped back to give Charlie room to hug Bucky, but instead he shook his hand. “Same, Beuford!” Charlie declared happily, and he laughed a little too hard when he heard Sarah groan quietly. The soft knock at the door revealed Greg, Sam, and Casper, and Charlie made haste to hug the rest goodbye: Lily, Allie, Emma, and Amelia. Charlie left without complaint from here on out, eager to sync with the rest of the family about the morning. And bonus: not a single person made a comment when Charlie wouldn’t let go of Rascal. Sarah started a half-hearted attempt, but she seemed to talk herself out of it. They did, however, take the accursed band off his wrist. He lurched forward to grab it, wanting a better look at the inside of the band, but the receptionist deftly outmaneuvered him and chattered on about not wanting to leave yet. From Kelly’s squeezing hug, he figured she wasn’t in the mood to deal with more of his shenanigans. Lame. Understandable, but lame. Buckled in with chunky Rascal in his lap, Charlie stared at the window as the car backed up in silence. Though perhaps a bit paranoid, he didn’t want to drop any of his act until they were well out of range of Little Steps’ cameras, so he waited until they were on the road. “HOLE –” “There it is,” Greg murmured. “LEE –” Kelly let out a laugh. “SHIT!” Sam threw her head back and burst out laughing. “GREGGY!” Charlie bellowed with delight, then pinched his fingers to his lips and made a MWAH sound, giving a chef’s kiss. “My guy! That was AMAZING!” “Yeah, yeah,” Greg grumbled as he gripped the steering wheel, a grin creeping over his lips despite himself. “No, seriously!” Charlie insisted, gaping and looking between Sam and Kelly for support, but they were too busy muffling their laughter. “That was stupendous! Ten out of ten! Definitely doing it again!” Kelly both laughed and groaned at that. “I’m looking forward to the full story,” Greg diverted, scratching at his neck and blushing. “Pfft, like that’s interesting anymore,” Charlie dismissed with a wave of his hand, looking dramatically out the window; he didn’t mean it, but he didn’t want to take Greg’s bait and move off the topic of his performance. After all, Charlie was really proud of him. Unfortunately, Kelly wasn’t aware of that. “Uh, screw that!” Kelly gasped, twisting in her seat as her jaw dropped and she playfully glared at him. “After what you put us through, we’re hearing everything!” “I did get a diaper change,” Charlie teased with a devilish smirk and dancing eyebrows, and Kelly flushed as her eyes grew twice their size; she shrank slightly in her seat and briefly glanced at Sam. The Little looked confused for a half-second, then gasped in understanding, thinking she needed to play along, and began to nod dramatically. “Ohhh yeah,” Sam marveled, putting her hands up high in the air. “We’ve just gotta get the details on that!” “WEEEELL,” Charlie began, but stopped when Greg held up a hand. “Aaall right, all right,” he protested, shaking his head, and Sam giggled. “I’ll bribe you with your pick of drive-thru for lunch as long as we get the full story.” “That depends,” Charlie started, pursing his lips as he adjusted the golden crown of leaves on Rascal’s head. “What did you and Casper decide?” “We have options,” Greg said flatly, shooting his brother an annoyed look in the rearview mirror. “But: story first.” “Fiiiiiiiine.”     Uncle Charlie was funny. At least, Sam thought so. She smiled throughout the entire recounting of his morning at the school, and Kelly had to remind her twice to keep eating because she was so enthralled by his antics. He was unlike any Little she had ever met. He was confident and brave. Manipulative, but also blunt and honest. Hilariously patient and impatient when it suited him. She somewhat remembered meeting him before. Back in high school. It was often in passing, and he never paid her too much mind. Mostly, she remembered how happy he seemed. And she remembered being glad about that. And especially now, despite his anger and indignation about the school, he still seemed incredibly happy. “So?” Gregory asked, leaning back in his chair and arching an eyebrow. Charlie had just finished explaining the biometric data collection from the bands and how Sarah inadvertently showed him that on the high-tech mirror. “There are all kinds of technology that collects biometric data these days.” “Voluntarily!” Charlie scoffed, gaping at his brother. “Dad wore one of those watches because he liked the data, but he decided that!” Gregory tilted his head down, giving him a long look. Sam glanced at Kelly, who looked equally confused by the telepathic conversation they seemed to be having. “They didn’t SAY that was a part of the program, Greg!” Charlie bellowed as he threw his crumpled napkin towards his much larger brother, but it caught in the air and flopped uselessly onto the table. It barely made it two inches beyond his plastic pirate plate. “We had that whole freaking tour and not once did they mention that!” “Was it in the paperwork?” Gregory asked plainly. Just then, as the two men’s gazes turned to Kelly, she made the cutest ‘eep’ sound Sam had ever heard, and she couldn’t help but giggle. “Well - I -” Kelly stammered, shrinking back in her seat. “You didn’t read it?” Gregory questioned with a hint of bemusement. “Hey, you were sick,” Charlie defended, pointing to his brother before Kelly could muster a defense. “A-and Sarah was in a huge rush,” Kelly added after a swallow. “I get it,” Gregory conceded quickly. “I’ll review it and see what’s in there. But,” he paused, looking back to Charlie. “Something tells me this goes deeper than not knowing about it.” “Yeah, much,” Charlie grumbled, stabbing a handful of fries into the ketchup. Kelly and Gregory stared at him and patiently waited for him to elaborate. He looked up at each of them, his shoulders slumping in irritation, then shoved the fries into his mouth dramatically and chewed them with a grumpy expression on his face. Sam knew Gregory and Kelly made noises or reactions, but she was utterly focused on Charlie’s irritation. She felt it. Not her own, but his, and she thought she understood not only why, but why he wasn’t saying it. He was avoiding looking at her for a reason… right? “It’s another way… to force it,” she sort of vomited out the words, and Charlie locked eyes with her; the corner of his mouth tugged upwards. She smiled and nodded as she looked up to Gregory, then to Kelly. “Nicer than hypnosis, of course, but… it means they won’t take us at our word. They want the data that shows we’re complying… that proves we’re regressing.” She swallowed as she looked back to Charlie, whose chewing had slowed and his eyes hadn’t moved. “Where even Uncle Charlie’s baby mode could be considered… not good enough.” Charlie snapped his fingers and pointed to Sam to indicate her correctness, then continued eating (sloppily). Gregory sat very still, while Kelly leaned back in her chair, frowning. “Okay,” Gregory said after a long pause. “Then you don’t go back.” “No, that’s not – damnit, Greg!” Charlie blustered with a mouth full of fries. Gregory leaned back and threw his hands up in confusion. Kelly handed him his glass of water, which he chugged and slammed down on the table, throwing his hands out to mirror his brother’s. “That’s not what I want!” “Why not?” the Amazon brother scoffed calmly. “Because this isn’t about me – mostly!” Charlie stumbled slightly as his face shifted between annoyance at himself and Gregory, but he pushed on; Sam noted with awe how quickly he processed his own inner dialogue. “What about Lexi? Beuford? Even Jimmy, the dope?” “Charlie,” Gregory sighed, rubbing his hand on his forehead. “What happened to helping Littles?” Charlie pressed quickly, seemingly trying to get the jab in before Gregory could say more. “What happened to one at a time?” Gregory countered, gesturing towards Sam, who felt compelled to smile. “I never said that,” Charlie scoffed, flashing Sam a smile to acknowledge her, but otherwise staying focused and irritated with Gregory. “I said worry about things closer to you before going bigger. YOU –” he immediately clarified by pointing to Gregory, who had started to point back at him. “Not me! I get my own goals too!” “Of course you do,” Gregory sighed, shaking his head. “Guys,” Kelly tried in vain to inject calm. “But you involved me,” Gregory added as he pointed to himself. “Oh yeah, like your shit doesn’t involve me?” Charlie huffed. “Not purposefully,” Gregory grumbled. Sam was smiling ear to ear, looking between them as they argued back and forth like she was watching a tennis match. It was so… normal. If she had closed her eyes, she could have imagined it was an argument between two Amazons or two Littles, not one of each. “Uh huh,” Charlie mocked with a slight roll of his eyes. “So what did you and Casper talk about then? What are the options?” Gregory swallowed a grumble and adjusted himself in his seat. “She’s desperate to keep you in at least for a week,” he began, and just like that, the conversation was normal again. Sam’s eyes widened as she sat forward, putting her chin in both of her hands and her elbows on the table, watching and listening with rapture. No corrections, no assertions of authority; just family flowing effortlessly between arguing and talking. “So the first option is that Kelly stays as your personal aide,” Gregory explained with an apologetic smile to the Amazon, who leaned on the table with one elbow and covered her eyes. “Oooo,” Charlie hooted with delight, his eyes growing twice their size. “I thought you didn’t want that,” Kelly complained, turning to face him. “I didn’t, at first,” Charlie admitted, shrugging. Kelly’s head reared back, then she squinted at him. “What changed?” she asked suspiciously. “My mind, Kelly. I changed my mind,” he smirked, and Sam burst out into giggles, covering her face to hide from the looks she received as a result. “You’re such a booger,” Kelly snorted after a pause. “If,” Gregory continued, pausing after the word to make sure he had the table’s focus again. “We don’t like that –” “Which I do,” Charlie added. “Then she offered to have Sarah draft a new lesson plan with less structure while you’re there in the morning,” Gregory went on without missing a beat from his brother’s interruption. “She even suggested including an hour of play in Little Town for the whole class.” “Whoa!” Charlie gasped as he slapped his palms on the tabletop. “Damn! She IS desperate!” Gregory inclined his head with a wide grin. “There’s one more!” Sam eagerly added, then nervously bit her lip as she smiled sheepishly at Gregory. “True,” Gregory confirmed with a smile. Sam breathed out a quiet sigh of relief, then looked down, unsure why she still felt so nervous about reminding him of things, or interrupting him, or any of it. She didn’t feel like that before. And he had yet to respond negatively to it. Still, her nervous system felt hardwired in that way. “But it’s the most complicated,” he sighed, bringing a hand up to scratch his neck. “Essentially, you’d do a full day at Little Steps, but you’d be in and out of class and Little Town. You’d join class when it’s free play, and go to Little Town when it’s a structured time.” “Nah,” Charlie declined with a wave of his hand. “I’d like to do option number one, ideally also two, but I’ll take what I can get.” “Now hold on a minute!” Kelly squeaked indignantly. “Don’t I get a say?” “Of course you do,” Charlie smiled up at her. “And once you hear my ultimate, amazing plan, I think you’ll say yes.” “Okay…” she replied warily, somewhat leaning away from him, while Sam eagerly leaned in. “I think,” Charlie began, scanning the table in a dramatic pause, then lifted his chin and spread his hands to the sides, looking like some kind of religious leader praying to the sky. “We should open our own Little daycare.” Sam’s eyes grew wide. Kelly’s jaw dropped. Gregory didn’t move. Until he laughed. Well, chuckled. He angled his head down and began shaking it. This shook Kelly from her stupor, and she let out a single, breathy laugh and shook her head in disbelief. Sam placed her forearms on the table as she leaned forward. “How come?” she asked curiously, since no one else seemed to want to know the root reason. “Excellent question, my favorite niece!” Charlie chirped, pointing at her. “Because every other system is aiming to force Littles into a shape. It’s a top-down enforcement system that grinds us down until we give up. Instead, we can offer a better solution, one that Littles will want.” His eyes moved to Kelly, who took a few seconds to realize the implication, and her face began to redden. “Oh, nonononono,” Kelly laughed anxiously, lifting her hands in a ‘stop’ motion and shaking her head. Sam giggled again, unable to help but find Kelly adorable. “Why not?” Charlie challenged, with the corners of his mouth tugged up. “You’re great! It’d be no different than when Lexi visited! And - AND -” he raised his voice over Kelly’s protestations. “I can help other Littles like her! Give ’em tips, figure out where they’re struggling, pass along any nasty shit going on to you!” “What about Sarah?” Kelly gaped at him, putting her hands on her chest. “I - I can’t betray her like that! Taking her students? This is her big chance, Charlie!” “Well, I’m not done testing her yet,” Charlie admitted, a touch of darkness in his tone as he tapped his finger on the table. “Now that she’s running the class, I can see how she really is.” “Even with me there?” Kelly questioned (something in her tone sounded like she hoped the answer was no). “Oh yeah,” Charlie nodded confidently. “And the best part of that? You’ll be able to see firsthand the bullshit tactics they use.” “I…” Kelly stopped, her shoulders deflating, then she turned to Gregory for help. He leaned back in his chair slightly and frowned. “You’re going to give Kelly a stroke,” Gregory started, shaking his head slightly; Kelly nodded in agreement, giving Charlie a panicked look, and he laughed as he rolled his eyes at her. “You’re much stronger than you think,” he declared, reaching out to place his hand on hers. Sam took a quiet breath as she looked to Kelly, who was blushing and beaming down at him. The Little’s lips parted slightly in surprise as she could have sworn for a moment that she saw something… more between them. As if what they shared was far more loving than a normal nanny and her not-so-babyish charge. Sam fell quiet, trying to parse whether she was doing what she always did (read into things too much), or if something was there. For the longest time, her reading into others had been a sort of superpower of hers. She had been able to pick up on intentions and angles, and react quickly to counter or flee. Even after Adoption, it had served her well enough, if she recalled correctly, until the hypnosis and other measures were brought in. Once she started having gaps in her memory, or unexplainable feelings that felt incredibly powerful, her ability to observe and process the people around her was severely degraded. And her superpower had atrophied. That much was evident by the sheer number of times she had already tried to figure something out with Gregory and failed. In such a short span, she had read him so poorly that she was now questioning a trait she had been proud of. One that had been very closely tied to her identity. Gregory cleared his throat, and Sam’s eyes snapped to him; he was looking right at her. In a moment that felt frozen in time, Sam gave him a questioning look, wanting to ask if it was true. His eyebrows twitched as if he’d read her mind and answered. Her jaw dropped, and time began to move again as she looked to Charlie and Kelly, both of whom stared at her, looking like teenagers who had been caught. “Are you…” Sam whispered, lifting her hand to point between them. Charlie blushed and looked down, looking irritated with himself. Kelly nervously scratched at her chest, glancing down at him for a moment, then back to Sam. “Well… it’s…” “Wow,” Sam whispered, knowing the truth from their reactions. “Sam?” Gregory reached his long arm out and touched her shoulder. “Why are you crying?” Sam took a sharp breath, only realizing after he asked that her eyes were filled with tears. Blinking as a few ran down her cheeks, she lifted a hand to wipe one, then the other, and shook her head as she looked down at her hand. “I… I don’t know.”

I use multiple diapers, sometimes 4 or more.  I tape up the top one and cut up the rest so that it's just the padding left (usually I can reuse most of them as they stay mostly dry) and then fill it for 24 hours or so.  Then I wrap the inner padding around and pump until whatever happens happens. 😇 Always been hands-free.  Took me a good amount of trial and error to figure the rest out.  Used to double diaper and it would get all over which feels gross to me.  Now when I have fun it's all contained and easy to clean up after, and it feels great as an enjoyer of the slow cum. 😄

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