Story and Art Forum

Sorry, I've nothing planned for the moment. Hope you enjoy your nappy and pyjamas though... I love mine. I think there should be regular PJ conventions where we wear our jammies, take our stuffies and have a community picnic. Who would you take to such an outing and what would you wear? 😀 Hugs

I doubt that any plastic pant or other protective panty will keep water from seeping in when swimming' but hey, your diaper is probably wet anyway, so who cares!

I am starting the week off as is usual with "Messy Monday Morning." I have a very nice warm and squishy poopies in my Kiddo Teddy Ultra Diaper...

Ohhs, I figured it out!!:))

OMG, thank you for your funny and kind words! The Impressive Clergyman killed me. Here's the next chapter for your enjoyment, featuring some unique experimental padding, including the 'Sissy Wish' diapers. We're moving along! Chapter 4: Research & Development "Off we go," said Willy Waddler, thrusting his cane in the air as he began a brisk march. "Oh no! Not again," said Princess Paddington. "Is this daft diapermonger going to rush off like last time?" For a moment, it seemed like he was, but the march stopped almost as soon as it started in front of a very unique looking vehicle. "All aboard the Waddler Express!" called Mr. Waddler while the group gaped. "Whoa!" "What is that?" "Why, it's a diaper-kart, of course!" The vehicle resembled a kart in only the most abstract sense because it was composed entirely of soft and cushy diapers, even the wheels. "Princesses first!" growled Princess Paddington, elbowing her way past the crowd to get in first. She quickly claimed the back of the cushy kart with Jeeves and sniffed. "Normally I wouldn't be caught dead in a commoner's vehicle, but this is clearly no common vehicle. It's cushy enough for a princess!" "Pushy enough is more like it," whispered Grandpa. "What, no baby seats?" asked Baby Bettina, pouting as she stepped in second. "Oh, of course!," said Mr. Waddler, smacking his head. He pulled out his Winkle Whistle. In short order, a big baby car seat had been installed, followed by a big Baby Bettina, who sat there smiling and blushing and hugging her teddy bear as she was strapped in. "Oh, this is so comfy womfy! Aww you comfy, Baby Bear?" Bettina said around her oversized pacifier. She made Baby Bear nod back. "Good." Meanwhile, Russell had his phone out and was recording in front of the Kart. "Gyat, chat! I’m about to take a ride in Wild Willy Waddler‘s totally skibidi diaper-kart! No seatbelts, no cap! What the sigma? Will we survive this sus bus, or are we cooked, chat? Anything could happen! Comment down below, rizzlers, and don't forget to like and subscriiiibe!" Grandpa Joe leaned over to Charlie as they took their seats in the vehicle, and whispered out the side of his mouth none too quietly. "Is he speaking another language?" Charlie decided it would take too long to explain the intricacies of social media lingo, so he just nodded and said, "Yes. It’s called brain rot." "Oh, good. Just checking," said Grandpa Joe. "I hoped I wasn’t losing my marbles that quickly." "Everybody in," said Mr. Waddler, tapping his cane, "we don't have all day!" Charlie hopped in and took a seat up front with Grandpa Joe. He couldn't stop touching everything, awed that a diaper vehicle could actually exist. He peppered Mr. Waddler with questions the moment the man stepped into the vehicle. "It looks like a minecart, but where are the rails? Is it made of diapers all the way through or is it just diaper clad? It smells so good, do you spray it with fresh diaper scent? What makes diapers smell like that anyway?" "My, my, my, so many curious questions!" laughed Mr. Waddler, taking the seat at the very front. "It would take me too long to explain the science behind it all, but rest assured, our best Crinkle Winkle scientists know what they are doing." Charlie nodded. "I suppose that makes sense. I mean, according to your bio you never had a degree in science, right? You’re just a billionaire entrepreneur so people assume you know what you’re talking about, but really it's the Crinkle Winkle workers who-" "Oh, would you look at the time?" said Mr. Waddler, interrupting Charlie, "We're falling behind already and still so much to see! Everyone got your hard hats on? All hands, arms, and feet inside the vehicle, and hold onto your diapers!" "But where is the steering column?" asked Charlie. "I don’t even see a control panel." "Don’t worry," said Mr. Waddler, "this vehicle has excellent crumple zones, or is that crinkle zones? I can never remember... Oops! Off we go!" The crinkly conveyance moved with a start, and all at once the factory floor became a blur as they zoomed off. "I am pretty sure this violates health and safety regulations," said Grandpa Joe, his words changing into a squeal of joy as the roller coaster of a diaper ride went up onto a wall to avoid a big machine bustling with diapers and Crinkle Winkle workers. The kart sped into a dark tunnel and emerged into a massive new world. Colorful hills made of pillows rolled by. Fabric trees, and giant teddy bears dotted the softly lit landscape. Even the sky seemed to be made of fabric in this strangely cozy terrain. "Where the heck are we?" asked Princess Paddington, gazing up as if trying to pinpoint the source of the light that permeated their surroundings. "Why, this is the employee and guest quarters, where the Crinkle Winkles live! It's made to resemble Crinkle Winkle Land, which by the way is made up of mostly fabric." "Even the diapers?" asked Charlie. "That's right! Traditionally, everything is fabric for them. Even their traditional abodes are made of blankets." "You’re telling me these little purple freaks live in blanket forts?" asked Russell. "How quaint," mused Princess Paddington, "if a bit... immature." "I wike it," squealed baby Bettina, clapping. "Of course you do, dear," said Princess Paddington, rolling her eyes. "Love that for you." Ignoring the crass comments of the passengers behind him, Mr. Waddler gestured to the beautiful scenery. "I tried to make this factory as hospitable for the Crinkle Winkles as possible. I even spend some time here myself. It’s quite relaxing, don't you think?" "I wanna pway wiff da big beaws!" said baby Bettina, struggling to get out of her carseat. Fortunately, Baby Bettina was securely strapped in, so she couldn't leave if she wanted to. "Passengers are to keep all hands and arms inside the vehicle at all times," warned Willy Waddler. They were still moving at breakneck speed, but it was hard to tell just how fast until they started passing actual Crinkle Winkle domiciles and watched them whoosh by. The guests gasped in delight at what they encountered. These were no ordinary blanket forts! Some were as big as circus tents, and others were multiple stories high, extending like tree houses between the fabric trees. Charlie found himself staring at the lights in a Crinkle Winkle window and daydreaming about the lives of the Crinkle Winkles who lived inside. What lives they must lead! Based on the color of light illuminating the fabric sky, it looked to be early evening time, though there was no view to the outside to tell them for sure. "Is the day cycle different?" asked Charlie. "Yes," said Mr. Waddler. "It's about 30% faster, in fact. Makes them more productive, you see, plus it's more fun to see all the color changes. You'd be amazed at the incredible fabric sunset that happens every day. An excellent simulation of their home wor- er, country!" "Just how massive is this place anyway?" mused Charlie. "There's no way that the factory was this big on the outside..." "Who said we're still in the factory?" asked Mr. Waddler. "What?" Charlie's question went unanswered, because suddenly, everyone was distracted by the transition from Crinkle Winkle countryside to an area of greater population density: They had arrived at a miniature Crinkle Winkle city to rival the hustle and bustle of New York! But rather than the blaring horns of cars, the pervasive sound of crinkling filled the air as the Crinkle Winkles moved about, making it more of a rustle and bustle. "Are all of them padded?" asked Charlie, raising his voice to be heard above the crinkly commotion. "Yes!" yelled Willy Waddler. "Every single one! It’s part of Crinkle Winkle culture to never be potty trained!” The crinkle kart pressed through the crush of Crinkle Winkles, moving at a snail's pace now as they followed a line of crinkle karts through the blanket fort burg. The kart's destination became apparent when they reached a transitional checkpoint between two tall buildings with a booth, gate, and tunnel. Mr. Waddler smiled and turned back to the group. “I hope you enjoyed that little visit to Crinkle Winkle Land, folks. Now hold onto your hard hats, we’re about to enter the next step of the Waddler diaper development process!” A Crinkle Winkle attendant waved the group through the check point and into the tunnel they went. This time, instead of another fantastical factory floor or fanciful fabric field, the group emerged in a stark service tunnel full of crinkle karts transporting Crinkle Winkles and equipment to and fro. The vehicle came to a stop on a large lift big enough to hold several karts. “Elevator, take us to subfloor six, please!" called Willy Waddler, and the elevator began to rise. Princess Paddington scoffed. ”Did you just tell the machine please? Please should have no place in the vocabulary of a leader. Isn't that right, Jeeves?" "Yes, your highness," sighed the regal's rueful retainer, looking to the heavens in exasperation. "It never hurts to be polite," said Mr. Waddler, a response which only drew a haughty harrumph from her highness. The lift brought them to a massive space filled with all sorts of advanced looking equipment. Crinkle Winkles in lab coats were all about, analyzing materials and making notes or monitoring diaper testers in their various exercises and activities. "This is our Research and Development Department. Prototyping and testing all happens there," announced Mr. Waddler. "After we complete the concept design process, it’s time to manufacture and test out the prototypes. Let's step out and take a look around, shall we?" The first thing to draw the group's attention was a padded box with a clear plexiglass door and a digital timed lock on the front. Inside, a diaper tester was secured in a straight jacket and an orange diaper so big that it pressed against the door and walls, making movement impossible. A feeding tube and sensory deprivation mask completely concealed their identity and big block letters printed on the front of the diaper read "INSTITUTIONAL USE ONLY." "What did they do to get put in the box?" asked Baby Bettina, unconsciously beginning to rub the front of her diapers. "They must have been really naughty." "Oh, he volunteered," said Mr. Waddler, "quite eagerly, in fact, but who knows how he feels about it now." The padded proprietor patted the front of the box and the figure came to life, struggling and letting out a few muffled groans. "I think he wants out," said Charlie. Mr. Waddler shrugged. "I'm afraid that's not possible, Charlie. Correctional equipment testers sign an agreement that they're not to be released under any circumstances until testing is complete. They tend to get a bit fidgety after their first few days, but they settle down in the end. That's how we know it works! Mark my words, my boy, by the end of the week, he'll be begging to go back in!" "Wow, that's pretty extreme," said Russell, pulling out his phone. "Can the diaper really last that long?" Mr. Waddler put out a hand to stop Russell's arm before he could lift the camera up. "No photos allowed in the R&D department. In fact, I'll have to collect everyone's phones for this part of the tour." "Aww, man," said Russell as a Crinkle Winkle came by with a phone bucket. "Company secrets," said Waddler, wagging a finger. "We wouldn't want anyone stealing our plans for 'correction boxes' or anything else we have under development." The group moved on to the stress testing area, where a man was running on a treadmill in a diaper labeled 'prototype' all across the backing. He was drinking from a sports bottle and sweating profusely while a crinkle winkle in a labcoat took notes. "This is Dr. Crinkle Dinkle, everyone. He's leading research into our new line of sports diapers. How’s the testing going, Dr. Dinkle?" The scientist looked up from his clipboard and smiled. "Excellent, sir. There’s full range of motion, so no chafing, and the MagicWick lining is working like a charm to provide rapid wicking and cooling where he needs it most. We also took care of the clumping problem, so Team Waddler stays cushy and comfortable on the field!" "And the tapes?" asked Mr. Waddler "How are they holding up?" "The tapes are holding perfectly," said Dr. Dinkle, shooting a thumbs up. "We're just looking at ways to decrease wind resistance now." "Very good, keep up the good work!" Mr. Waddler turned back to the group. "Athletic incontinence is a common affliction among athletes affecting up to eighteen percent of males and sixty nine percent of females, and we're going to be the first to tackle this important gap in the market. Speaking of gaps in the market, the world is still waiting for a quality diaper for heavier contact sports such as wrestling, but that's about to change, pun intended!" The group walked over to an area with wrestling mats. Two muscular men were chatting, each wearing a thick square of padding attached to a skinny waistband. Waddler nodded to them and addressed the group. "Folks, meet famous pro wrestlers Peter Piddler and Hammerlock Hank. They've agreed to help test our new jockstrap diapers! Why don't you give us a demonstration, you two?" The two men faced off, and Peter was promptly pinned. "Nice pin, Hank!" said Mr. Waddler. "How are those diapers holding up?" "You've really done it this time, Mr. Waddler, sir! Not a drop has hit the mat!" "Piddler here has stress incontinence to where any time he's pinned he loses complete control of his bladder, see?" Following Mr. Waddler's explanation, everyone leaned in to get a close look at the Peter's jockstrap, which yellowed and swelled but did not leak. "And it really keeps him covered?" asked Charlie, "Even when he's upside down?" "Believe me, I've pinned him in every position possible!" Hank Hammerlock began listing off all the ways he'd made Peter piddle. "I did the hammerlock, then the bearhug, the gonad grinder, the 69 piledriver, the stinkface, the stinkpit..." "O-okay, they get it," said Peter Piddler, his face going red. "Could you let me up now?" "Sure thing, bud," said Hank, patting Peter on his padded patootie before letting him up. "Don't look now, but I think Peter's peter is poking up!" noted Grandpa Joe, pointing to the tiny tent in the front of the wrestler's jock, causing the embarrassed athlete to cover his face in shame. "We thought of that," said Mr. Waddler. "Spontaneous sports erections are common enough that we added extra tall leak guards and a little pee pee pocket for athletes that are longer than a few inches." "Of course Piddler here doesn't need that, do ya, buddy?" asked Hank, laughing and slapping Peter's back. The smaller wrestler's boner jumped and squirted a dark yellow patch into the front of his already wet diaper. "Wow," commented Charlie. "Look how thick the padding got! Peter Piddler must have pissed a pint!" "Why don't we weigh it and find out?" asked Mr. Waddler, unhooking the soggy pad from Peter Piddler's reusable waistband. He walked it over to a nearby scale and plopped it down. "That's about two pints to be precise! Pretty impressive for a single wetting, but this pad could hold twice that much easily!" "It has to," chuckled Hank, throwing his arm around his blushing companion's shoulder. "Otherwise we'd be switching out his pad all the time!" "Thanks for the demonstration guys," said Mr. Waddler. We have to move on now, but keep up the good work. Peter, you better get diapered up quick before you leak." "Don't worry, I'll make sure Petey gets his protection on," said Hank with a smug grin. The next stop was back toward the kart, where the Crinkle Winkles had covered a table with diapers of all designs. "We have quite a few prototypes for your perusal, but this may be the most gobsmacking innovation of all: Our everlasting diaper!" Waddler picked up a white diaper with splatters of color all over it. "It looks just like a jawbreaker!" Charlie exclaimed with delight. "Indeed," said Mr. Waddler. "Tastes like one too!" "Tastes like one?" asked Princess Paddington, "Why would-" "It even changes colors as you use it!" said Mr. Waddler, quickly passing over the question. "That's right, just like a jawbreaker, the everlasting diaper cycles through every color of the rainbow before being used up. Beneath this white shell we have red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Each stage has the capacity of an ultra thick diaper making it seven times as absorbent as the thickest diaper on the market!" "Wow, really?!" asked Charlie, looking on in awe. "I'll bet that looks super cool! But how would you ever turn a profit selling a diaper that lasts so long?" "Well, that’s the rub," said Waddler. "This isn’t for the consumer market. It's better for specialized uses such as astronauts and deep sea divers who can't carry a lot of bulk on their long trips." "Gee," said Charlie, "it seems like everything we've seen here today is for a specialized market of one kind or another." "That's an astute observation, Charlie!" said Mr. Waddler. "We've pretty much saturated the broad consumer market, if you'll pardon the pun, so we're looking for new untapped markets. That's the excitement of entrepreneurship, Charlie!" "Hey," said Baby Bettina, "That's nice and all, but where are the cute and girly diapers, huh?" Mr. Waddler didn't miss a beat. "Actually, we're developing a diaper that might be right up your alley, though it's not quite ready for testing yet..." "I'll be the judge of that," bellowed Baby Bettina, "Show it to me!" "Alright," said Mr. Waddler, shrugging. He picked up a pink diaper with white hearts on the sides and a big red heart on the front. "These are called Sissy Wishes. We still haven't worked out all the kinks..." "What’s wrong with them?" asked Baby Bettina, sounding offended as she grabbed the garish garment. "They look absolutely precious!" "Didn’t anyone teach her to keep her hands to herself?" asked Grandpa Joe. "That’s the first thing you learn in preschool!" Mr. Waddler brought up his palms in a gesture of uncertainty at Bettina's question. "Well, I'm sure they will have a limited, though very enthusiastic, customer base. The problem is that they make permanent changes to the wearer's body and mind, so once you test them, you can't go back." "Permanent changes? Like what?" "We've developed some proprietary feminizing hormones that make the physique of the wearer more feminine, eliminate all body hair, make the wearer incontinent, and shrink their, ahem, equipment, if you know what I mean, to two inches or less. There's also a locking mechanism: once a wearer puts them on, they don't come off until the transformation is complete." "Sold!" said Baby Bettina, hiking up her miniskirt and dropping her diaper to the floor with a plop. "Hold on!" said Mr. Waddler, "I haven't told you all that these diapers do! You won't be able to-" "I said sold!" Baby Bettina was already in the process of putting on the Sissy Wish Diaper as Mr. Waddler tried to warn her. "But it hasn't been approved for human use yet," he said, again protesting (though not too hard) as he covertly waved over the nearest Crinkle Winkle scientists who immediately began to take notes. As soon Baby Bettina got her diaper on, a lock symbol appeared in the middle of the red heart in front. "Oh!" exclaimed Baby Bettina, instinctively reaching down to play with her crotch. "These are so comfortable and thick! I can’t wait to... hold on a second..." She began to rub more insistently, then tried with two hands, looking suddenly distressed. "W-why... why can’t I feel anything?" "Oh, that would be the first effect," said Mr. Waddler, "a chastity feature eliminating all pleasure and sensation from the genital area. It helps with both reorienting libido and inducing incontinence. After all, if you can't feel when you're wetting, it's hard to control it." "But- but- but... I need to get off. Feeling like a baby diaper girl makes me so euphoric and horny that if I don't get off, I'll go mad!" "I'm afraid you're in for a bit of a difficult experience, then, Baby Bettina... because the second effect of this diaper is a hormone induced arousal that some would describe describe as a 'heat', and you won’t be able to stimulate yourself one iota until the changes are complete and permanent and that diaper comes off!" "What?! You never told me about that part," groaned Baby Bettina, as she tried in vain to stimulate herself through her diaper. "That's because you never let me finish," said Mr. Waddler, glibly. "And now, neither will you." "F-for how long?" asked Baby Bettina. "I'm afraid it's at least a two year process. Thank you for being our first tester!" Baby Bettina tried desperately to take the diapers off, but no matter what she did, the tapes wouldn't budge and the plastic wouldn't tear. Suddenly, she let out a gusher into the front of the diaper, causing it to swell and expand in full view of everyone, but not feeling a thing as it happened. That is what finally broke her. She burst into tears, giving up entirely. "There goes the third effect... heavy wetting without control," commented Mr. Waddler. Baby Bettina went into a full toddler tantrum, falling to the floor and banging her fists on the ground as she yelled, "It's not fair! It's not fair!" "Oh dear, baby Bettina is having a meltdown," said Mr. Waddler, not seeming worried at all. "Hard to say if that's an effect of the diaper or her disposition. We'd better send her to the nursery for her nap." He pulled out his Winkle Whistle and summoned the Crinkle Winkles to take her away. "Crinkle Winkle dinkle dee dee. We've got a problem in R&D. Crinkle Winkle dinkle dee doo. Listen up or this could happen to you. What do you get when you act like a brat? Even big babies know better than that. Whiners, bullies, and know-it-alls too. Don’t know as much as they think they do. Listen up and learn to behave. Or you can end up in trouble most grave. Pay attention and get a clue. Like the Crinkle Winkles dinkle dee doo." And with that, the Crinkle Winkles frog-marched the bawling Baby Bettina toward the elevator with her teddy bear in tow. "Where are they going?" asked Charlie, seemingly the only one concerned for the big bratty baby. "They’ll take her off to the Crinkle Winkle nursery where she can calm down," said Mr. Waddler, tucking away his Winkle Whistle. "Don't worry, she won't be crying for long. The next effect will take care of that: Without any outlet for her adult desires, she'll regress into a sweet baby girl. And believe me, the Crinkle Winkles know how to entertain big babies!" "Poor Bettina," said Charlie. "Oh, sweet boy," said Grandpa Joe, putting a comforting hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Don't feel bad for her. Change can be scary at first, but Baby Bettina's on her way to living the life she always dreamed of." "That's two happy customers," said Mr. Waddler. "Let's continue with our tour, shall we?"