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Jesus....I will GLADLY trade ANYONE who wants to be IC! It's a LOT MORE FUN wearing for fun than need I imagine. -
CRIB BOUND “Breakfast this morning was really interesting,” Stephanie observed in between bites of her tuna salad sandwich. It was one of the healthier items on the cafeteria menu, and her go to dish when she was dining in the Student Union. “How so?” Ron was attacking the pile of fries that accompanied his cheeseburger with a bottle of ketchup. “Well, normally, I share a table with Jackie and Tom and Jerry, but this morning Cindy came over to join us. Since she always eats with Tip, Kim and Mel, the change in routine is a dead clue that something's up.” “I'm all ears,” Ron grinned. He was pretty sure that he knew what was coming. “She told us that after your rehearsal on Sunday … you were great, by the way, Romeo brought to life.” “Thanks.” Ron was still grinning, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Anyway, she mentioned that you would be good with wearing diapers 24/7 if I asked, along with pink baby pants and a pink onesie.” “Not quite. I told her that I'd be okay with the diapers, but the pink baby pants and onesie were her contribution to the conversation. They would be okay on special occasions, but for everyday wear I'd go with plain old, dull hospital issue vinyl pants. No onesies.” “Are you sure? You should talk to Mikey about that. In the beginning, he wasn't happy about wearing a onesie either, but now he's completely sold on the idea. It prevents his diaper from sagging, and all things considered that's a big plus.” “So, am I to understand that you want me to start wearing diapers 24/7.” “Yep.” Stephanie was grinning from ear to ear. “I absolutely love the idea.” “Just wear them, or use them?” “Huh? Of course I expect you to use them. Otherwise, what would be the point?” “Just for number one, or for both?” “Let's put it this way. After breakfast, Mikey came over to have his diaper changed. That's now an everyday occurrence; whenever Mikey needs to be changed, he tracks Geri down. This morning, I got to watch her cope with a poopy diaper … a really, really poopy diaper! It was beyond gross. Geri says it will get better once she gets him started on breast milk, but right now Mikey is just like you, Ron … he lives on greasy cheeseburgers and fries.” “So I take it that you want me to pee in my diapers but use the toilet for number two?” “That's the plan. But don't worry. I don't want you to leak or get a rash, so you'll be changed several times a day. And depending on where we're at, things could get interesting ...” “I like the sound of that,” Ron interrupted, “but what about when you're out on the road with the hockey team? Should I go back to wearing boxers when you're not around?” “That's one possibility, but I would rather have one of my sorority sisters look after you in my absence. You good with that?” “Why not. Sooner or later, everyone in the house is going to know what's going on.” “True. My first thought was to ask Geri, but she's not locked up, and you're such a hunk that I'm afraid she would try to seduce you. I don't want to risk it, so it has to be someone who is off limits. Got a preference?” “How about Tippi?” She's got a lot of experience changing Professor Grady's diapers, and his are always poopy. Sooner or later I'm going to have an accident, so it would be a good idea to have someone who knows her way around a messy diaper waiting in the wings.” “Good idea indeed. I'll ask her, and if she says yes, would you be good with her bottle feeding you?” “Bottle feeding me?” “Breast milk, silly. Professor Grady lives on the stuff, and Tippi nurses him every time she changes him. She says that it has made his poop as soft and manageable as a newborn's. I want to start you on breast milk; it's healthy, and again it leads us down a very interesting path.” Steph favored Ron with a seductive look that got an immediate response from his dick. “Well, I suppose we can try it,” he conceded, “though I would be a lot more willing if we were talking about your milk, and I was latching on to drain you dry. Any chance?” Ron favored Steph with a seductive look of his own. He loved sucking on her gorgeous jugs. “Not while I'm on scholarship. Big boobs kinda get in the way out there on the ice.” “I believe it,” Ron laughed. “Gotta figure that's why cross-checking is so commonplace on the women's side of the rink.” “You better believe it,” Steph laughed in turn. On the ice, boobs were an irresistible target. “But in the future, perhaps?” Ron was a keeper, and that was another reason she wanted him in diapers. Getting a college guy to wet himself was an efficient way to take him off the market. “It's definitely worth thinking about.” Steph was in her first year and he was a senior, but Law School or an MBA loomed over the horizon, so he wasn't going anywhere for the foreseeable future. Steph had captured his heart, and he didn't want it back. The kinky sex was fantastic, but there was more to Steph than sex. She was great company, and had a good head on her shoulders. She was a keeper. “I love cradling you in my arms, having you sucking on my breasts. You make me feel like a woman in a way that I've never experienced before. It's addictive.” “Glad to hear it because I'm happiest when I'm in your arms, and I would love to have you nurse me. Your milk might be the only thing that would ever take the place of a good cheeseburger. Now, when do you want to start diapering me?” “When you get back from Florida. When you are presiding over your end of term party, rest assured that you will be well and truly diapered!” . . . . “Wow! Is this for me?” Marilyn and Wendy had walked back to ZAP together, one last grueling final exam bringing the fall term to an end for both of them. “It is,” Wendy smiled. “Jannie and I brought everything up from the basement this morning. It took us a while to assemble it, but now it's ready and waiting for you. Even the sheets are clean!” Wide-eyed, Marilyn reached out to run her hands along the bars of the crib railing. A thrill ran through her as she came to terms with the fact that, when she moved in, this is where she would be sleeping until sometime in June. “It looks like it was made for me,” Marilyn exclaimed. She was sure that the mattress was long enough to house her comfortably. “It's the largest sized baby crib Missus Miller could find. She was thinking in terms of a three year old, but it looks big enough for you.” “Can I try it out?” Marilyn was beyond excited. “Of course. Take off your shoes and undress, right down to your diaper and baby pants. For now, I'll put you in a nice, pink onesie, but when you are going to sleep, you'll be wearing a warm and cozy sleeper, complete with padded hands and feet. You will be so comfortable.” Kicking off her shoes, Marilyn hastily undressed, and another thrill ran through her as Wendy held out the onesie. She had to step into it, and she was surprised to discover that it zipped in the back. Wendy fastened a small clasp over the zipper, which was tethered to a tiny pin sewn into the fabric with heavy thread. “This onesie is for babies old enough to take their clothes off when Mommy isn't looking. You can't remove it, and from now on you will be wearing this or a similar onesie whenever you're up and about. Jannie and I will change you here, Professor Mortenson will do so on campus, and your sister will look after you at home.” “Enjoy your second childhood,” Wendy added as she reached out to hug her new sister tight. She watched contentedly as Marilyn hoisted herself into the crib. “The pillow is really small,” Marilyn observed as she laid down and tried to position it under her head. “A baby pillow,” Wendy noted. “Too big to go into your mouth, but too small to suffocate you.” Marilyn scowled, but she supposed that she would get used to it. “Now remember the rules,” Wendy went on. “You're a baby, and babies only know a few simple words. So, no big girl talk when you're crib bound unless you fancy a spanking. And don't think for a second that Jannie and I will hesitate to put you over our knees. If you're too sassy, you will have a date with Mister Holeywood. Understand?” Marilyn nodded vigorously. The message was coming through loud and clear. “Are you thirsty?” Again, Marilyn nodded. She didn't want to say something that would get her spanked. “Okay, I'll go downstairs and grab something out of the frig. Be back in a jiff, but for now this pacifier will do the trick.” Marilyn smiled, and opened wide. She loved the pacifier that Reiko and John had given her, and she was now sleeping with it every night. Blowing Marilyn a kiss after raising the railing into place, Wendy waltzed out of the room. She pulled the door ajar, but did not close it completely. Marilyn decided to take advantage of the opportunity to explore her new world. Rolling first to the left and then the right, she was pleased to discover that she had enough space to roll over completely. She was a side sleeper, so freedom of movement was key to getting a good night's sleep. Getting up on her knees, Marilyn grabbed onto the bars and awkwardly pulled herself to her feet. The top of the railing came to her belly button, which would make it difficult if not impossible for her to climb out of the crib. Feeling around on the outside for a latch and finding nothing, it dawned on her that, like a real baby, she couldn't get out of her crib until one of her new mommies released her. Sucking madly on her pacifier, Marilyn felt a warm sensation in her groin, and realized that she was wetting herself. Incredible! I didn't even know it was happening. I'm becoming incontinent. Now I have to wear diapers! Still holding tightly onto the bars, Marilyn settled onto her knees. Looking out at the rest of the room as she waited for Mommy to return, she wondered how she was supposed to let Wendy know that she was wet if she couldn't speak more than a few baby words. Part of being a baby, I guess. Mommy will check my diaper, and change me when she thinks it's time … Marilyn was happy, almost deliriously so. Diapers had filled out her figure, giving her the sex appeal that had been missing in high school. She had wowed a member of the faculty, and her sister had also taken to wearing diapers to please the handsome, young professor whom they shared. It remained only to cultivate a boyfriend in one of the fraternities to honor her promise to John-- that she would put her feelings to the test. Had she fallen in love, or was this mere infatuation? “Oh, how cute,” Wendy grinned as she returned from the kitchen. “Kneeling in your crib, holding tight to the bars while madly sucking on your pacifier … baby girl, you are adorable. I need to get you a rattle!” In response, Marilyn stuck her head up against the bars, her lips closing tightly around her pacifier over and over again. She was happy. “Now, what have we here,” Wendy teased as she sat a can of Tab and a baby bottle on her desktop. “Ba ba … ba ba,” Marilyn shrieked as she pulled the pacifier out of her mouth and reached out through the bars of her crib. “Yes, baby girl, your ba ba. Now, lay down and Mama will give you your ba ba.” While Marilyn was getting settled, Wendy opened her can and took a long pull on the diet soda. Exams always left her thirsty. Reaching through the bars, Wendy handed the baby bottle to her sister, and smiled when she saw the surprised look on Marilyn's face. “What,” she asked, "you were expecting formula or breast milk? Sorry, you'll have to settle for Tab.” Marilyn smiled in return. If she wanted breast milk, all she had to do was ask and Jannie would get her a supply from the hospital. But what she really wanted was to be cradled and bottle fed the way Suzie Marshall had looked after Professor Grady on Rita's living room floor the morning after the party. It was being cradled … being nursed … that Marilyn longed to experience. A bottle filled with champagne would have been heavenly, but for now Tab would have to do. Practice, she kept telling herself as she slowly drained the bottle. You need practice … in time, Mommy will take you in her arms. Be patient … . . . . “This is a strategy session,” Ron pointed out as he pushed bottles of beer around the table. He was hosting his counterparts at Omega and Zeta, Zeke Mitchell and Greg Harper, as well as the three bedwetters in their houses. “Cindy Carlson paid all three of our houses a visit this afternoon,” he went on. “She knows that each of our houses has a bedwetter in the ranks, and she wondered whether their social lives were suffering as a result. Paul, I didn't mess about; I told her that yours was down in the dumps.” “That's not exactly classified info,” Paul Symonds answered. “I haven't been out on a date since God knows when.” “Cindy's come up with an answer that's inspired by the relationships that Geri and Laura at ZAP have forged with Mikey and Tommy at Delta. You all familiar with the story?” Paul nodded, as did Beau Travis and Randy James. “Well, there are other bedwetters like Cathy Erickson and Wendy Stafford who have moved into ZAP, and Cindy has been canvassing the dorms as well. She's found a couple more that she's recruiting for next term. Brenda Lee is definite, but Gwen Cooper is only a maybe. It depends on her parents, and that's where we come in.” “Gwen's in my Geography class,” Randy sighed. “She's a knockout.” “Well, the six of us have been invited to dinner at ZAP on Friday night. Brenda and Gwen will both be there, so here's your chance to get acquainted. Pair off with the bedwetter of your choice, guys, and then we'll be back on Saturday night for dinner with their parents before moving on to the end of term party at PISS. Are you game?” “Count me in,” Randy blurted out. He fantasized about getting it on with Gwen. “Me too,” Beau sighed. “But is Marilyn Matsumora going to be there?” “As far as I know,” Ron observed. “She turn you on?” “For sure. I mean … like, she's cute, but more than that. She's so smart that she leaves the rest of us in the dust. But that diaper … have you noticed what it does to her caboose?” “Yeah,” Zeke laughed, “she does stand out from the crowd!” “She's incredible, and she doesn't have a boyfriend. I want to ask her out, but I haven't had the courage.” “Well, here's your chance,” Greg laughed. A Senior, he had seen it all before. “But remember, come Saturday night we've got to convince Gwen's parents that Fraternity Row is not Sodom and Gomorrah incarnate. So, casual on Friday night, guys, but on Saturday it's suits and ties, and being on our best behavior.” Greg looked around the table, and was pleased to see everyone nodding in agreement. “There won't be any alcohol at ZAP or PISS-- Missus Miller and Miss Marshall both follow the rules laid down by National Panhellenic to the letter.” Ron wanted to drive the point home. “So don't get cute and tank up before we get our act in gear. Leave the booze for the fraternity parties.” “Will Cindy and her sisters be trooping down to PISS with us,” Paul wanted to know. “Those thick diapers that they're wearing? God, some of them are so hot!” “And locked away, out of reach,” Ron laughed. “Go for it, Paul, if that's your cup of tea; otherwise, zero in on the bedwetting babes like Wendy Stafford. She pals around with Marilyn, so you should get together with Beau and plan a joint assault on their virginity. I'd suggest a double date to start … dinner and a movie, if you can afford it.” “I'm curious, Beau, what would you say if Marilyn agrees to go out with you, but only if you're wearing a diaper and baby pants to match hers. Would you still be keen to date her?” Being in this exact same situation, Ron really was curious to learn how far their three bedwetters would be willing to go if sex on a regular basis was the payoff. Beau furrowed his brow as he thought about his answer. “I guess I'd give it a try,” he tentatively responded, “but I wouldn't want to go overboard the way Tommy and Mikey have.” “Even if Marilyn was willing to put out several times a week?” Beau shook his head. “I don't know … I just don't know. I mean … if the sex was really good … yeah, I'd definitely consider it. But the sex would have to be really good … mind blowing.” “Not just blow jobs or a hand job in the back seat of the car,” Randy tossed out. “I mean, we're talking about intercourse here, right?” “Third date at the latest,” Zeke offered. “Mind your manners on Friday and Saturday night, and if they're interested, be open to the possibilities. As the saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained.” “I don't see why it would be a big deal,” Paul volunteered. He was chewing on his lip, thinking it over. “I have to wear diapers and baby pants to bed every night as it is, so it's not like we're talking about something totally off the wall. I'd even use them if I had to, though I would try hard to hold it in.” “And when your girlfriend sleeps over, will you let her change your diaper in the morning even if she's going to be wearing panties throughout the day?” “No way,” Beau interjected. “I don't care how good the sex is … that's where I draw the line!” “I'd do it,” Randy sighed. “If Gwen wants me to wear a diaper … even use it? If that's the price I have to pay, I'll pay it.” Ron smiled. Randy James was young, but he had a bright future. -
@rusty pins I agree, which is why I was CAUTIOUS with what I posted...I believe I have to delete some...no one is laughing, so they obviously aren't going over well.. The joke you just told is awesome....OLD too! I used to tell that one every day in school LOL, I knew it with "Raspus & Leroy" though, so racist! Here's a less offesnive one: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two Polish hunters managed to shoot a deer. They started to drag it back to the truck by the hind legs, but the antlers continuously were stuck in the brush, making their job difficult. It took them an hour to get within a couple hundred yards of the truck, when they came across a 3rd hunter who told them it is a LOT easier to drag it by the antlers. YAsh & Stash took the man's advice. A while later, Yash says to Stash "You know, that guy was right! This is a LOT easier!" Stash agreed, then stated I agree, but now we're over a mile from the truck."
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By Crinklz Kat · Posted
Yeah, I remember getting the samples of the stretch diaper - and at the time not liking it at all. I suspect I got the M/L, not L/XL. I've got some L/XL Magnificos and they fit just fine. I was fine with their lower capacity as long as I could get them at a decent price, and for the longest time they would run so many sales you didn't have to wait long for a decent deal. Looks like those days are over. At $3/ea now, I might as well go buy the stuff with near double the capacity for only a few cents more each. -
As an adult Boy Scout leader, if my memory is correct, the organization started both youth and adult training programs to actively combat this around 1985. On the youth side, we had a film to show the youth titled “A time to tell”, with instructions to tell the parents / guardians in advance of when it was planned to be shown so they could make decisions about if their son would see the film. The initial adult training was a bit disgusting from my perspective. This was one of the earliest training material provided to work this issue. Now, I believe all youth based organizations have annual training requirements for all adults involved with such programs. So, yes, these days there is more open discussion on this issue and a lot more likely to get caught early than prior to 1985 or slightly later. Any youth involved in a Boy Scout program (at any level) since the training started has been told to tell appropriate adults if they run into this issue — either themselves personally or if they see it. And, yes, some of that training is to get past the “my fault” thoughts that can naturally come to one’s mind.
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