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I'm in my favorite "post poopie position" sitting here with a nice pottie getting compressed and squishy in my Bellissimo v2 diaper. -
I got up with a wet Bellissimo v2 diaper and within five minutes I messed my diaper. Thirty minutes later I am sitting here content, warm, squishy potty in my diapie feeling soooo nice against my perineum. ahhh!!! 🫠🤗 Bambino has a Thanksgiving sale with 25% discount if you order 3 or more bags. I am going to take advantage of this diaper sale. I am also listening to midterm election results. Politics makes me want to go poopie even more, but I am done with no more urge, so I just wet my diaper a little more, a new surge of warmth. ☺️
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By Kitty Angel · Posted
146. My Final Solution By the time I’d finished my half of all the paperwork for Ffrances becoming a homeowner, I realised that it was almost time for her to be home. I’d been planning to make something special for lunch, so that she would have time to relax after a long day at work. I knew that morning shifts were always stressful for her. I cursed under my breath, hoping that she would be excited enough about the movie not to notice if my preparation for this afternoon wasn’t quite perfect in other ways. But when I got down to the kitchen, I realised that the delicious aromas tempting me probably should have been a clue that I didn’t need to hurry. “You don’t need to do that,” I told Tess with a smile. I didn’t want her to get into the habit of taking on chores that would be better handled by an adult. But I couldn’t deny that I’d failed to sort things out today; or that the fancy buffet she was preparing looked – and smelled – amazing. “I could have…” I said, a half-hearted attempt at saving face, before I turned around and saw that Spike was helping to lift a tray out of the oven with some bite-size fancy pastries on. She looked different, and it took me a couple of seconds to process what I was seeing. Of course, she’d said that she was going to try wearing more feminine clothes to make me more comfortable. But I hadn’t expected her to have changed already. I felt like I should have found that strange or something, but I couldn’t for the life of me see why. A couple of seconds passed before I realised what was weird. Not the girls in front of me, but my own reaction. I was sure it should have taken more than just a change of clothes to get me thinking of her as a girl. But as soon as I saw her, it hadn’t even occurred to me that I was looking at a boy in a dress. One of Tess’s outfits, I thought, now I looked more closely. I asked Tess if it was hers, and she confirmed it. But that didn’t address the biggest question on my mind right now. My perceptions and instincts weren’t doing what I thought they should, and I knew that somebody would have found it funny. “So does this mean…” I said, and then realised that she might not know what had surprised me so much. How much would Ffrances have told them? She probably would have kept it to herself. After a second, I settled on just asking “Did Ffrances talk to you?” I’d told Ffrances that I wanted Spike to be a girl more, so that I would be more comfortable. So it might have seemed only natural that she would tweak my responses, so that could happen more naturally. Making me think of Spike as a girl whenever she dressed the part. She might not even have told Spike what she was doing; might have let her think it was her own idea. Tess thought I meant talking about the movie we would be watching today. I’d told Ffrances that I had a treat for her, but not what it actually was. Spike realised that I meant the dress, and said that it was all her own idea. Well, that was entirely possible. Or maybe this was something that she’d been talking with Ffrances about for longer than I had realised. Still, I didn’t want to explore the idea any further, not in front of Tess. If she realised that I’d been trying to push her girlfriend towards something like this, she might have been pretty upset. Of course, it was clearly working. But I still wanted to ensure that Spike changed mentally, rather than just her clothes. I didn’t know if there was anything I needed to say about that right now, but I figured it was as good an excuse as any to separate the two, so that I could catch Tess on her own before the movie started. “Can I talk to you for a second before we start the movie?” I asked. Spike nodded, and it seemed that Tess was quite capable of serving up all the food that she’d made by herself, while we waited for Ffrances to get here again. I took Spike aside into the hallway, so that we wouldn’t be in the way while Tess was setting out whatever she was offering us for lunch. “I just…” I mumbled, not quite sure what I needed to say. And then a totally trivial question distracted me: “How does that dress actually fit you? I mean… Tess barely comes up to your chin.” “I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “I mean, I think it’s supposed to reach past your knees, but for something like this, I don’t think it makes that much difference. But how does it look? I mean, I think I look kind of silly at the moment. I should probably pay more attention to the facial hair if I’m going to keep this up. But you seem more comfortable, I think?” “Yeah,” I nodded. “I think I can blame Ffrances for part of that, at least. I think she’s done something to make it easier for me to think of you as a girl. It’s the kind of weird surprise she’d think was funny.” “That doesn’t sound too… I mean, wouldn’t she ask you about that first? She seemed to be really, really serious about getting consent for everything.” “Well, yeah,” I said, wondering if I actually had the courage to admit something so personal. “But Ffrances is… Well, I call her Mistress. And she knows that she has permission to do whatever she wants in my head, if she thinks it will be good for me. Or fun. But that’s something she’d only even consider once we’d already been together nearly two years. Once she knew me well enough to have a good idea what I’ll be comfortable with. It’s not like something you just dive into easily.” “Well, if you’re happy with it…” she said, and gave a little shrug. “Hope it helps you to be more comfortable with my presence. But I’m surprised you couldn’t just ask Ffrances to help you take those worries away. Seems simpler, doesn’t it?” “I asked her about things like that in college,” I answered, hoping I didn’t have to go so far into it. “It’s not healthy to cover up old trauma. That stuff can cause lasting damage unless you’re really careful. That’s why so many people use different coping mechanisms. Like the way Tess can escape from responsibility a bit through littlespace. Ffrances will help us to make those headspaces more accessible, and feel more real, but it’s not good to directly play with the serious stuff. I think?” “I think I understand that. So like, you see me as a girl?” “Not completely,” I had to reassure her; even though it was taking some effort to remember that she was really a boy. “But enough to make it easier. Maybe if your mannerisms were a bit more… You know? I actually wondered if you might be interested in using hypnosis to see yourself as a girl as well. The same way you did for the regression thing. But I know that’s a big thing to ask for, and Tess is likely to tell me I should learn to compromise. But if it’s not such a big deal to you, maybe I could suggest it. To see if that makes a difference, I mean. It might be fun to try something a little different, rather than always sticking to the same headspace Tess is exploring.” “Well, I’ve not got any problem trying it,” she said with a smile. “I’ll mention it to Ffrances. Maybe experiment a little with the clothes, see how much we’ve got that will fit me.” I cheered on the inside then. If Spike mentioned it to Ffrances, then it would seem like her idea. Even if she said that she was doing it for me, Ffrances could read a lot into that. Especially if I could plant the right ideas in her mind up front. I would suggest to Ffrances that I thought Spike might be one of the trans girls who I’d heard so much about in the news lately; the request would seem to support it even if she gave an excuse. And if Ffrances could help push her towards being a girl full-time, she couldn’t be Tess’s boyfriend. There would be nobody standing in the way of full regression for my little girl. But I didn’t say any of that. Because even if I had to think through all the steps to help Tess realise she was a baby at heart, it still made me sad to see a girl who’d fled her abusive stepfather having to borrow clothes. “Maybe we can take you shopping,” I said. “Get you some dresses of your own, so you’re not having to borrow from Tess all the time. And if you’re up for it, maybe we could get you a bit of a makeover. New hair style, some makeup. Maybe it’s a dumb idea, but it’ll help you look a bit girly. And I bet that’s the kind of thing you couldn’t even experiment with, with the people you’ve had around you.” She nodded, and gave a nervous smile. It was something she’d do to try making me more comfortable, I was sure. Maybe she was even curious about looking pretty. But it would make it so much easier for Ffrances to believe my diagnosis. And, I had to admit, teaching a young girl from a broken home all about makeup and fashion seemed like a pretty good way to spend a day out. “That sounds like fun. I’m always into learning new things. But, you know, it might be a bit weird going out to the shops. I wonder if I could find something to wear that won’t make people think… I mean, something more androgynous, I guess? Is there a way to make you comfortable around me without other people staring?” “I’m sure I can think of something. But I also think I heard a key in the door a few minutes ago, so I guess Ffrances is here. So, movie time! And thanks for being so understanding. I really appreciate it, and I’m sure Tess will be impressed too.” Spike headed for the lounge to make sure everything was ready, while I took a moment to take a bathroom break. While this movie was going to be so much longer than the actual released version, I thought that it would be good if I didn’t have to excuse myself so often. And just as I was coming out, I saw Tess coming towards me. This would be perfect. I stopped to lift the DVD out of my bag, so we would be a few steps farther from the lounge when she reached me. I didn’t want to be overheard. “Hey, Tess,” I said. “Everybody ready now?” “All eager to start. I’ll be with you in two minutes, okay?” She gestured towards the bathroom, just in case I hadn’t picked up the obvious hint “Sure. It’s hard to believe something so plain looking is next year’s big blockbuster. It’ll be a long one, though. Think you might need some protection?” “Trying to diaper me?” she said, and forced a laugh. I could tell that she was worrying about it, and I didn’t want her to have any stress. “Seriously, Gabby. I want to be an adult today. It’s going to take a lot of brainpower to get everything out of this movie, I bet.” “Okay,” I said. “Just teasing. But you’re going to surprise yourself by having an accident at the climax of the movie. Right?” “Yeah,” she said, and turned back towards the lounge. I still couldn’t get over just how powerful Ffrances’s hypnosis had proved for her. Maybe it was because she had those recordings now, to make sure the words were always being strengthened. Or maybe it was because she was so desperate to get the full effects of those suggestions. But I could be confident now that Tess would find some excuse not to relieve herself until the movie ended; because she had no way of knowing whether she would need to pee again when the credits rolled. And the surprise suggestion meant that she would do whatever seemed necessary to make sure she could have an accident at the specified time. As she went through to the lounge, I decided to return via the kitchen, and picked up the last tray of drinks. I hesitated a second when I thought about giving Tess something a little extra. The diuretics were right there in the medicine cupboard, in a little bag that Tess thought belonged to Ffrances and vice versa. But I wasn’t eager to make Tess uncomfortable. She would already be pretty desperate, making sure she drank enough to make sure she could have an accident, and then having to hold it for maybe an hour longer than she had expected. She might even be visibly desperate, but she would refuse to relieve herself because her subconscious mind was aiming for an accident at the end. Whether she could actually hold it that long or not, I was confident that we would see her squirming or something before the show was over. And in the circumstances, her refusal to excuse herself would be all I needed to convince Ffrances that Tess was doing this deliberately, and that she clearly wasn’t mature enough to be in control of her own regression. I decided that it was better not to overdo it at this stage, and left the box of pills untouched at the back of the counter. Then I picked up the drinks, put the DVD on the tray beside them, and swept into the lounge to treat my family to a very special experience. -
I have been diapered at the dentist and even wet my diaper a little. Really no different for me than wetting my diaper at work. I am discreet.
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I am not incontinent, therefore I have control over wetting and messing my diaper. I wet my diaper all the time in public but no messy diapers in public. I try not to change my wet diaper in public and wait until I get home. On the few occasions that I was too close or just started to have a small leak, I just go into the bathroom, pull my pants down untape my wet diaper, and make sure no one else is in the bathroom if it has multiple stalls. I roll up my diaper, pull my pants up, and discard my wet diaper in the trash. I've only had to change in public a few times, and although a little nervous I was successful and discreet.
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