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I would prefer whole body to be hairless. (Excluding head) But I only shave what is covered by diaper, including ass. Kinda ironic that I shave what I cover up. Mostly try to keep balls hairless. The hair above penis grows faster than the hair anywhere else. -
By Meeseeks88 · Posted
I like having a 'Teddy Bears Picnic'. We play a few games, have some snacks and even sing a few nursery rhymes. If you have a good imagination then the possibilities are endless -
By Meeseeks88 · Posted
10) A Stinky Suprise Going to bed slightly earlier than usual was starting to affect my sleep pattern and I found myself waking up in the early hours of the morning. Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered me too much, but this time, I felt something that I had been fearing since my punishment began. I needed to poop. I hadn’t pooped since my diaper punishment started and it hadn’t ever come up in conversation. I assumed that I was meant to do that sort of thing in my diaper but the thought of messing myself felt crazy. I had hoped to wait until the morning to ask if I was able to use the toilet but it felt like I was past the stage of waiting. I needed to go right now. Wetting my diaper had been easy, but this time, I had to really psych myself up. Being locked in a crib only added to my humiliation. I was trapped and couldn’t get out to use the bathroom, even if I had wanted to. At first, I attempted to go whilst laying down but it felt too strange. In the end, I found myself awkwardly getting onto all fours in the crib. As I tried to focus, I noticed my pacifier that had fallen out in my sleep. I put it back into my mouth as a form of comfort. I bit down on the rubber nipple as I gently started to push. Within seconds, I felt a warm, mushy sensation as I began to fill my diaper. Once I had started, I knew that there was no going back. I pushed slightly harder and felt my diaper expand as a second wave of poop made its way into it. As soon as I had finished, my bladder did what it was trained to do and released a long stream of pee into my diaper. It wasn’t long before the smell started to fill the room and I sighed in defeat. I gingerly lay back down in the crib and pulled the duvet back over myself. I felt very uncomfortable and was desperate for a diaper change. However, I knew that I would just have to wait until the morning. I tossed and turned for around ten minutes trying to get comfortable before dropping back off to the sleep with the pacifier still in my mouth. - I opened my eyes the next morning as I heard my mother enter the room. ‘Morning sweetie’, she beamed. The second I adjusted my eyes, I became fully aware of what I had done in my diaper. ‘Phew’, said my mother as she waved her hand in front of her nose, ‘I think someone is starting to get used to their diapers’. With the pacifier still in my mouth, I didn’t respond. My mother walked over towards me and smiled as she leaned over the side of the crib. ‘Has baby Tommy left Mommy a stinky present?’ she cooed. I could only nod whilst awkwardly sucking on my pacifier. My mother took the side of the crib down and took the duvet completely off of the bed. She went over to get some changing supplies. Without a word of warning, she quickly undid my diaper and opened it up. ‘Wow’ she exclaimed, ‘Mommy has definitely got her work cut out this morning’. I hated the way that she was continuing to refer to herself as ‘Mommy’. I started to blush as my legs were pushed high into the air and my messy bottom was fully exposed to my mother. She grabbed a few baby wipes and started to clean my bottom. Unlike a wet diaper, a messy one seemed to take a lot longer to change. My muscles tensed up as I felt a baby wipe slide gracefully through my butt crack. Just when I thought I had experienced the worst humiliation possible, something else always seemed to be waiting around the corner. I tried to focus on the ceiling as my mother cleaned around my butt hole. After an eternity, I was finally ready for another diaper. My mother disposed of my messy one before taping on a fresh diaper. While I still wasn’t the biggest fan of them, I had to admit that I felt better now that I was in a clean diaper. ‘Let’s go and grab some breakfast’, my mother said as she helped me off of the bed. I wanted to ask for my t-shirt but with the pacifier still in my mouth, I couldn’t say anything. My mother held onto my hand and led me out of the bedroom in nothing but my diaper. As we entered the kitchen, Sophie sat on the floor reading a book whilst Lana tidied up. Lana couldn’t help but smirk as I waddled into the kitchen holding onto my mother’s hand, wearing nothing but a diaper and a pacifier in my mouth. ‘Good morning’, she smiled, ‘I was starting to wonder where you were’. ‘Sorry we took so long’, my mother replied, ‘baby Tommy had a stinky diaper this morning but we’re all sorted now’. I felt myself blushing now that Lana knew I had messed myself. ‘Aw, have you got a nice clean bottom now?’ Lana cooed. My mother looked at me and I nodded my head reluctantly. ‘Don’t worry about it’, Lana smiled, ‘let’s get you some breakfast sorted’. I was happy to be able to forget about the events of the morning and have some breakfast. However, my happiness quickly faded as I saw my mother opening up the highchair. ‘I don’t want to sit in that again’, I said and took out my pacifier. ‘A highchair is where a baby eats’, my mother replied. ‘But I’m not a baby’, I argued back. ‘I think after the state of your diaper this morning, you qualify for a baby’, she giggled. I was silent. I couldn’t argue with that especially now that I was standing in the room in nothing but a diaper and a pacifier in my hand. As much as I wanted to kick and scream, I knew that I would only make matters worse. I slowly walked over to the highchair and allowed my mother to strap me in. ‘See, it’s not so bad, is it?’ she cooed. ‘I guess not’, I grumbled. I watched as she picked up a bib and quickly tied it around my neck. ‘A bib?’ I exclaimed, ‘really?’ ‘Babies are messy eaters’, Lana chuckled. I looked down and saw that it was pink with unicorns on the front. I started sulking and was desperate for this ordeal to be over with. Lana came over and placed a bowl of cereal and a spoon onto the highchair tray. However, I quickly noticed that they were plastic and were clearly designed for a toddler. I assumed that they belonged to Sophie. As my mother and Lana sat down and started chatting. I didn’t even bother complaining and started eating my cereal. As I sat in the highchair, it felt strange not being able to touch the ground with my feet. Instead, they dangled in the air while I continued eating. When I started to reach the bottom of the bowl, I was greeted by a picture of a Disney Princess and her friends. I rolled my eyes and finished my breakfast. Lana notice that I had finished my cereal and came over to tidy up the highchair tray. ‘Well done for not spilling anything down yourself’, she smiled pointing to my bib. I didn’t reply and stared at the tray in front of me. ‘Would you like a bottle of juice?’ she asked. I sighed, knowing that this was my life for the next few days. ‘Yes please, Lana’, I replied as politely as possible. She went over to the counter for a minute or two before returning with a baby bottle full of juice and handing it to me. ‘Thank you’, I said, ‘Can I go and watch TV?’ ‘Bottle first and then you can do what you want’, my mother replied from the table. I sulked and stuffed the nipple of the bottle into my mouth. As I sucked on my bottle, I watched Sophie playing with her toys on the floor and was almost jealous of her. I hated being trapped inside of the highchair. I continued drinking my juice and started to wonder what the day had in store for me. - After a having a shower, my mother taped a clean diaper onto me and helped me to get dressed. I was grateful to have my t-shirt back on again. Even though I had nothing on from my waist down, other than my diaper, at least I had something that would partially cover it. However, I groaned when I saw my mother bringing over one of my pacifiers. ‘I don’t want that in my mouth’, I told her. ‘I wasn’t going to put it in your mouth’, my mother replied before showing me what she meant, ‘look, it has a little clip. This way I can attach it to your t-shirt so you won’t lose it’. With that, she fixed the pacifier clip onto my t-shirt. I looked down as I saw the pacifier swaying back and forth on my t-shirt as I moved around. ‘This is so stupid’, I complained, ‘I don’t need this’. ‘Well, if that’s the attitude you’re going to have about it…’ she started saying before picking up the pacifier and placing it into my mouth. I knew better than to spit it out and started sucking on it. ‘You might not need it’, my mother smiled, ‘but I think I’m going to find it very useful’. She held out her hand, which I reluctantly held onto, and went downstairs. - When we walked into the living room, Lana was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine whilst Sophie was sat next to her. Lana looked up and smiled when she saw me. ‘Okay, sweetheart?’ she asked. I nodded whilst slurping on my pacifier. Just like that, she went back to reading her magazine. I couldn’t believe how unfazed she seemed by it all. It was almost as if she was getting used to seeing the ‘big baby’ walking around her house. ‘Mommy, outside?’ Sophie said. ‘Would you like to play outside?’ Lana asked. She nodded her head enthusiastically. ‘I don’t see why not’, Lana smiled, ‘it’s a lovely day today’. ‘That sounds nice’, added my mother, ‘we’ll all go and sit outside in the garden’. I quickly became slightly anxious about going outside with my diaper on show. With my mother still holding onto my hand, I could do nothing but follow her outside into the garden. Lana brought out a blanket and a big basket full of Sophie’s toys. As we walked outside, the garden seemed to be pretty secluded but I still felt very conscious that my diaper was exposed. Lana laid the blanket out on the lawn. Sophie sat down and started looking through the basket of toys. I was instructed to sit down with her. Thankfully, my mother took my pacifier out of my mouth before allowing me to play with Sophie. Despite this, the clip on my t-shirt made sure that my pacifier was annoyingly close to me at all times. I watched as Lana and my Mom sat down on some fancy garden furniture and started chatting. As I turned to Sophie, she had already covered most of the blanket with toys. Most of them were fluffy farm animals and I felt relieved that there were no baby dolls included in the basket. She picked up a fluffy cat and pretended to make it jump around the blanket. I did nothing but sit and watch. All I wanted to do was to be left alone. Unfortunately, Sophie wasn’t one for playing alone. ‘Baby have this’, she said and gave me a fluffy dog toy. I squeezed it tightly as I tried to resist the urge to shout and tell her that I wasn’t a baby. ‘Look’, she beamed and showed me how to bounce the animal around the blanket. I sighed and moved the fluffy dog around the blanket, just enough to make Sophie happy. ‘Meow Meow!’, she said loudly as she played with her fluffy cat. Shen then looked at me. ‘You go ‘Woof’’ she told me. I gritted my teeth as I started ‘playing’ with the fluffy dog. ‘Woof Woof’, I said quietly. ‘Louder’, replied Sophie. ‘Wood Woof!’ I said slightly louder. ‘No louder’, Sophie repeated. ‘WOOF WOOF!’ I bellowed and did the best impression of a dog that I could. ‘MEOW MEOW!’ she giggled in response. ‘WOOF WOOF!’ I barked again. Suddenly I heard Lana talking to my mother. ‘Aw, that is so adorable’, she cooed, ‘I think baby Tommy is really enjoying playing with Sophie’. As I heard that, I couldn’t take the humiliation anymore and angrily threw the dog half way across the garden. I instantly regretted it when Sophie started crying loudly. Lana and my mother quickly rushed over. ‘What just happened?’ Lana asked slightly confused. ‘Baby throw my toy’, Sophie cried. Lana looked at me with a disappointed look on her face, ‘why did you do that, Tommy?’ ‘I’m sorry’, I quickly replied and stood up, ‘I just felt a bit angry’. ‘I can’t believe you, Tommy’, my mother interjected as Lana cuddled Sophie, ‘I thought after last time, you’d learned your lesson’. ‘I have learnt my lesson’, I whimpered as I felt tears forming in my eyes, ‘please don’t spank me’ I had remembered how much my spanking had hurt the other day. I didn’t want to go through that again. ‘Well, clearly your last spanking didn’t work’, replied my mother sternly, ‘maybe another smack on your bottom is exactly what you need’. I suddenly started crying, almost as loudly as Sophie. I was surprised at how easily I had let my emotions get the better of me. After days of enduring my baby punishment, I couldn’t take it anymore. Even my mother seemed shocked as I broke down crying. ‘I really am sorry’, I apologised again. At first my mother remained angry but I soon saw her expression change into a slightly happier one. She wrapped her arms around me and have me a hug. ‘It’s ok sweetie’, she said softly, ‘I’m not going to spank you. I think your emotions got the better of you, didn’t they? I nodded whilst trying to stop myself from crying. ‘Having said that, if you can’t play nicely, then you can’t play at all’, my mother said, ‘you’ll have to sit with us’. ‘Hang on’, interrupted Lana, ‘I’ve got something better. Can you watch Sophie for a second?’ With that, she disappeared into the house. My mother took Sophie back over to the blanket. After a minute or two, Sophie was soon playing happily with her toys again. I remained standing in the corner as I tried desperately to calm myself down. It wasn’t long before Lana returned. However, as she walked out, she was a carrying what looked like a large piece of padding. I didn’t have a clue what it was and even my mother looked a little confused. Lana took it to where I was standing and opened it up. Suddenly, it popped up and my mouth dropped open. ‘What do you think?’ Lana asked. ‘What is it?’ I replied, although I had a pretty good idea. ‘It’s a pop-up playpen’, Lana smiled, ‘I used to take this everywhere when Sophie was younger’. ‘It’s very fancy’, my mother chuckled, ‘but what have you brought it out here for?’ ‘Well, I thought that if Tommy can’t be trusted to play nicely with Sophie, then he can play in here on his own’, Lana replied. ‘You are joking’, I exclaimed, ‘I’m not sitting in that’. ‘Oh yes you are young man’, said my mother sternly, ‘or are we going to have to think of another punishment for upsetting Sophie…again?’ I gulped and knew that she was referring to a spanking. ‘What’s it going to be?’ my mother asked. ‘I’ll go in the playpen’, I responded as I swallowed yet another piece of my pride. Reluctantly, I climbed into the playpen. Embarrassingly, the thick diaper between my legs made it difficult to get in and my mother needed to help me. As I sat down in the playpen and got comfortable, Lana fetched the fluffy dog toy that I had thrown earlier and placed it next to me. My mother then reached down and put my pacifier back into my mouth. ‘This should help you calm down for a bit’, my mother told me. With that, the two women went and sat back down. I felt stupid sitting in a playpen and regretted losing my temper. It almost felt just as bad as being in a crib. I looked over at Sophie through the netting of the playpen walls and felt like a prisoner. As I noticed Lana and my mother glancing over at me, I quickly picked up the fluffy dog and did my best to play with it. That seemed to satisfy them and they went back to their conversation. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Last week, I had been your average fourteen-year-old. I would hang out with my friends and play sports, we would go on bike rides and I would play video games most evenings after school. One week later, I was sitting in a playpen, playing with a cuddly toy, wearing a diaper and sucking on a pacifier. My transition from a teenager to a baby had happened so quickly. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. -
By Alyeskabird · Posted
Honestly your best bet is to get a tape measure and find out what your actual waist and hip is. One of the simple cloth ones you can find in sewing kits is best for this. There is no real conversion in size, in part because the different manufactures use different claimed sizes. Vanity sizing is a very real thing in women's clothing. Mens clothing is slightly better, but there is still a bit of vanity sizing. Body shape can allso effect the fit of a diaper. I know I have thick thighs, and have to oversize a bit because of it. Still, if you can not do that, see if you can get some samples. Most of the companys do sell samples, and some will give them away too, to a limited extent at lest. -
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