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By Personalias · Posted
I also wrote the dialogue in a kind of cipher. It's a faux morse code with bold for dots, italics for dashes and normal font for spaces (I think). IT translates to baby gibberish so you're not missing out on much, but it was interesting. -
By cuteandfun99 · Posted
Ive has the same experience as well. If I mention Im diapered its been quick checks and move 9n. Never any other issues. -
By le Hollandais · Posted
Hoo-boy! Glad I read the original. I think I'd rather read it in a Scots translation that this whatever-it-is that passes for English. Yeah, I understood it. But there is such a thing as trying too hard to be hip. -
I just turned 73 last month and I understood it. I have no idea what that says about me though. Hugs, Freta -
Chapter 124 Of course, the next morning—just like all the mornings before—Besty would wake up with a soggy diaper. She didn’t seem to mind; her first priority was always breakfast. After eating, we would head back to our bedroom together to get her ready for the day. That was how the next five months passed, steadily and familiar, until it was time for us to spend three months at the cabin. During that stretch, the three of us often went out together on weekends, enjoying ourselves with little adventures, sometimes shopping, sometimes visiting parks, or just taking drives to explore new places. Those outings gave balance to the routine at home, adding variety and laughter to our days. Whenever Besty needed a diaper change while we were out, we always tried to find a family restroom. If one wasn’t available, we would improvise by changing her in the back seat of the car, making sure she was comfortable before continuing on. It became second nature, part of the rhythm of our outings. When Lena was with us, she always took charge of the changes. Over time, she was around more often, and whenever Besty needed a fresh diaper, Lena handled it with calm efficiency. I didn’t mind at all, it meant less responsibility for me, and Besty seemed perfectly content with Lena’s care. With the trip to the cabin approaching, we both called our moms to ask if it would be alright for Lena to join us for a while. Both of them agreed without hesitation, happy that we would have extra company. Curious, we asked how long she could stay. Besty’s mom paused for a moment and then asked a practical question: Doesn’t Lena already help you with your care—changing your diapers and giving you your bottle? Besty nodded and replied honestly, yes, she does. She handles both the wet ones and the messy ones. Her mom thought about it and then said warmly, well then, she can stay the whole three months. It’s just one more person to help take care of you. Besty smiled, her pacifier bobbing slightly as she spoke, Thanks, Mom. So now all what we need to do is to talk to Lena to come for the whole three months. We had made a dinner date with Lena to come over and talk about the upcoming trip to the cabin. On the night we picked, I was busy helping a friend move furniture out of his apartment and into a truck so he could bring in new pieces the next day. By the time I got back to our place, I was hot, sweaty, and ready for a shower. While I was in the bathroom cleaning up, Lena arrived a little earlier than expected. She found that Besty needed a diaper change and went straight to help her. By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I hadn’t realized they were already in our bedroom. The moment I walked in, Lena looked up in surprise, her eyes widening, as I was standing there naked. Besty, lying on the table, burst out laughing at the situation. She would look at my face and then down to my cock and then back up to my face. She must have done that 7 to 8 times before saying that thing is big. Besty went yes, it is and it is all mine. Lena looks at Besty and back to my cock and ask her with her being so small how does that thing fit inside you. Besty went on to say that you should see it when it is hard, then you know what big is. Lena looks over at it again; turns back to Betsy and asks you mean to tell me it gets bigger than what it is now. Besty just smiles as she said a lot bigger. Lena looks straight at Betsy and again said this is none of my business but how do you get that monster inside of you with you being so small? With lots of lube and me being on top and even then, I can’t get all the way inside of me and I very sore come the next day. After I got dressed and Lena finished changing Besty into a fresh diaper, the three of us stepped out onto the balcony. The evening air was cool and carried the faint scent of pine, a reminder of the cabin we would soon be heading to. We sat together for a moment before sharing the news with Lena. I told her that both of our moms had agreed she could join us at the cabin, not just for a short visit but for the entire three months. Besty added quickly, her voice full of excitement, that we would both love to have her there with us. We told Lena about all the things you could do at the cabin—long walks through the woods, swimming in the lake, evenings by the fire, and the quiet mornings surrounded by nature. She listened carefully and said she would have to think about it. Besty then added with a grin, if you come, you have to be okay with sunbathing in the nude the way our moms do. It’s kind of a tradition for them. Lena laughed softly and replied, “That’s no problem. I’ve done that a couple of times myself. Besides, both of you have seen me nude at bath time, so it’s really no big deal. Lena said she would let us know later if she could make the trip, so we left it at that. About two weeks later, she told us with a smile that she would be able to spend the entire three months at the cabin with us. Besty and I were both thrilled at the news—it felt like everything was falling into place. With just a week to go, the three of us went into town to stock up on supplies for the trip. We filled our cart with all the essentials, including a three‑month supply of baby powder and diaper rash ointment for Besty. Lena, always thoughtful, suggested trying something new and picked out a barrier ointment called Butt Paste, designed to help prevent diaper rash. She explained that it might give Besty extra protection during the long summer days at the cabin. The shopping trip had a sense of excitement to it. Each item we added to the cart was a reminder that the cabin adventure was almost here. By the time we loaded everything into the car, the anticipation was building—three months of fresh air, quiet mornings, and shared routines were waiting just around the corner. When we got home and checked the mail, there was a letter from the medical school. Besty hesitated to open it—she was nervous because it contained her grades for the past year, and she didn’t think she had done very well. Seeing her reluctance, I opened the envelope for her. After reading the letter, I handed it to her and told her she should take a look. The way I said it made her think the news wasn’t good. She unfolded the paper slowly and began to read. As her eyes moved across the page, her expression shifted. A small smile appeared, then grew wider. Her GPA for the year was 3.65. Besty’s face lit up with happiness. Relief washed over her, and the weight of worry she had been carrying seemed to vanish in an instant. With that news, the summer ahead suddenly felt brighter. It was going to be a great season for her—three months at the cabin The night before we were set to leave, Lena arrived with all the things she wanted to bring for the trip. To our surprise, she rolled in five suitcases, each packed to the brim. I couldn’t help but laugh and asked her, “Did you leave any clothes at home? Compared to her, I had already packed everything I needed into just a couple of bags, neat and simple. That left only Besty to finish her packing. She sat nearby, watching Lena with wide eyes, amused at the mountain of luggage. We went into our bedroom to pack the things Besty would need for the trip. The first priority was making sure her diaper bag was ready for tomorrow. I asked Besty to go fetch her bag while I told Lena to set four diapers and a pair of plastic pants on the changing table. When Besty returned with the bag, I asked Lena to check that all the changing supplies were inside. Once she confirmed, I added the diapers and plastic pants to it. In the meantime, I told Besty to pick out a bathing suit for swimming—though I teased her that she didn’t wear one very often when we were at the lake. I also asked her to choose a few onesies she could wear around the cabin. Lena soon announced that the diaper bag was ready to go. She then asked how many diapers we should take with us. I explained that Besty already had a good supply waiting at the cabin, but since we were adding one of Lena’s granddaughters to Besty’s nighttime diaper routine, I wondered if we could bring a few extras. Lena agreed without hesitation. She went back to her apartment and returned with five of them. With that, we were finished. Together, we carried everything downstairs to the car. The sight of the packed bags stacked neatly in the trunk gave us a real sense of accomplishment. The preparations were complete, and the excitement of the trip was beginning to feel very real. The only thing left to remember for tomorrow was Besty’s diaper bag. We placed it by the door so it wouldn’t be forgotten in the morning rush. With everything taken care of, Lena changed Besty into her nighttime diaper and then asked her to wait out on the balcony while she prepared a bottle of breast milk for her. A few minutes later, Lena stepped outside carrying the bottle and settled into her favorite chair. She motioned for Besty to climb onto her lap, and Besty did so with ease. As Lena fed her the bottle, she turned to me and asked for more details about the cabin. I told her about the drive up there—the winding roads, the mountain views, and the small towns we’d pass through. I also described some of the hikes we could take once we arrived, trails that led to waterfalls and quiet overlooks where the forest stretched out as far as the eye could see. When Besty finished her bottle, I reminded everyone that it was time to head to bed. Five‑thirty will come before we know it, I said. Together, Besty and I walked Lena to the door. Before leaving, Lena bent down to give Besty a hug. She gave her diaper a gentle pat and teased, maybe tonight will be the night you keep this one dry. Besty grinned and replied, I don’t think so. Lena laughed softly, shaking her head. You’re probably right, she said warmly. With that, she slipped out the door, leaving us with quiet anticipation of the early morning ahead.
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