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By b3dwettingpants · Posted
Chapter Ten - Found Out "CALEBBB, RYANNNNN!” Screeched Ethan, tattling. “JAMIE’S TRYNA GO POTTY!.” Footsteps thud up the stairs slowly. James recognised them as Ryan’s, all too familiar. He froze, Ethan’s grip no longer the barrier to relief. There he stood, atop the stairs. The bigger brother, one with authority and command simply a part of his aura. “Do you need the potty Jamie?” Asked Ryan, a devious smirk upon his face. Jamie remained frozen in place, unwilling to dignify a response despite an unbearable need. They stood there, engaged in each other’s eyes, gazes intertwined for what felt like an eternity. The only thing that broke this standoff was a warm flow between Jamie’s thighs. He was wetting himself again, shamefully. Regardless of the fact James could see the toilet metres in front of him, his bladder had succumbed to the extreme pressure. Pressure of his bladder and pressure of his brother who he found rather intimidating after the past few weeks. And for once, Jamie was glad for the pull ups protection, shielding the further humiliation that came with a pair of soaked pants. “Jamie wet himself again.” stated Ethan bluntly, never grasping the reality of the situation due to the fact he viewed Jamie as nothing more than a playmate of equal (or lesser) stature. Ryan gazed into Jamie’s eyes, disappointedly so. Ryan’s treatment of James seemed unfair, however he seemed to believe it was necessary and for the best. Almost like he was genuinely trying to help the boy, contrasting Caleb. “Jamie…” said Ryan. “You know what this means.”. By this point Jamie knew the drill. He wiped his now snotty nose and wet eyes, with little result, actively aware of the consequences to come. In fact, the wet sleeve would only serve to widen punishment. Caleb didn’t like him holding it, hated him getting clothes dirty, and despised the combination. Resigned to fate, Jamie marched towards his biggest brother’s abode, head hung in shame and knowing sorrow, pre-empting the coming pain. -
By SubbyHubby0121 · Posted
Im very well aware of how skilled attorneys can be, let alone counsel retained for a private school like Bishop’s Gate. My point is she undercut her own credibility by saying she was nearly dismantled by ONE of the partners at that firm; a partner who happens to have ties to the family in question. If a mere tort case could lead to near devastation, what would her conduct bring down upon her professionally by making such injurious statements? If I were that principal, I wouldn’t be as confident in her abilities, if this went to court, because she’s going up against a far more skilled opponent, by her own admission; especially after she mentioned the negative PR effects the school would face from said litigation. -
Any lawyer who rises to a high enough level to be a very expensive ($250k/yr?!) private school's legal counsel is skilled enough to tear apart an emotionally vulnerable witness on cross. It's abusive, it's at least questionably ethical, but it's something every lawyer worth their salt is capable of. It's still worth noting that she leaned the hell in on making as generous a settlement as possible to make the school not have to try and put this fire out. Frankly, I'm more interested in Amber seeing Paul in the hospital finally, and having that counter-narrative circulate in school. Because all most people knew about were the diapers, not how badly he got hurt in spite of the fact that he gave it better than he got. Paul got fucked up, Danny got fucked up way worse. What's stupid is, even back in the 80's, when I was in public school, two kids get into a fight, however many teachers needed to get involved, they grabbed arms and legs and pulled them apart by whatever means necessary, and no matter where you were fighting, if it was on school grounds, you could be assured that this would be the outcome unless you fucked that kid up quickly and were able to walk away before the crowd gathered. (I had that happen once in 9th grade, where kid challenged me in an empty hall, I punched him square in the nose (and broke it), and he spent the rest of the time on the floor throwing a tantrum with blood splattering everywhere while I walked away) -
By Kaylaindiapers · Posted
Kayla got on the changing table blushing as with every step her diaper crinkled.. She laid there thinking about everything.. ”B- but will my step mom say?” She asked Dr joy starting to get worked up… Kayla was going to have a constant struggle between big girl Kayla and what appears to be baby Kayla.. ”I’m too big for diapers!” She said getting up trying to figure out was going on.. She didn’t want to admit but the diapers were cute and she had to admit they didn’t feel bad! -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 13 : Jack slowly woke from his nap in the playpen, stretching his little arms above his head and rubbing his eyes with tiny fists. He blinked several times, taking in the room around him. To his surprise, Jill and Marcus were nowhere in sight. Feeling a little curious—and a bit restless—Jack shifted in the playpen. In the process, he accidentally knocked over one of his dinosaur toys. Suddenly, the toy sprang to life, its plastic jaws moving as it spoke in a deep, animated voice: “Dino Dan says: Let’s stomp, chomp, and explore!” Jack jumped back in shock. Just as he wobbled precariously, Marcus appeared from the kitchen, his expression serious. “Careful, Jack,” Marcus warned. “It’s not safe to do that.” Jack’s frustration bubbled up. He clutched his stomach and whimpered. “Please… please let me use the toilet just this once,” he begged, his voice small and urgent. Marcus looked him over, scanning the shape of his diaper. Then he shook his head with a chuckle. “No can do, diaper boy. Little diaper babies like you are too little for the potty. You might get hurt,” he said, laughing lightly as he returned to the kitchen. Jack’s stomach tightened, cramps gnawing at him with increasing intensity. His small face scrunched up with worry, and he began to whimper and whine. Panic started to rise in his chest as he realized he couldn’t hold it. Tears sprang to his eyes as the unthinkable happened. Within moments, the discomfort turned into a mess he couldn’t contain. Jack’s cries echoed through the room, high-pitched and desperate. Hearing him, Jill and Marcus returned immediately, concern etched on their faces. No words were needed—both of them instantly understood what had happened. Jill knelt beside Jack, her voice soft and soothing. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll clean you up,” she reassured him. Jack sniffled, blinking back tears, and nodded. He waited patiently as Jill opened the playpen, helping him down gently. Together, they made their way to his new room, ready to get him into a fresh, clean diaper. Jill led Jack gently into his nursery, the soft carpeting muffling their footsteps. The room was bright and cheerful, decorated with colorful dinosaur decals and plush toys neatly arranged on shelves. A changing table stood near the corner, already stocked with fresh diapers, wipes, and a stack of tiny clothes. Jack sat on the floor for a moment, looking around nervously. His cheeks were still flushed from crying, and he hugged himself tightly. Jill knelt down beside him, her voice calm and comforting. “Hey, it’s okay, sweetie,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Everyone has accidents sometimes. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jack nodded reluctantly, a little embarrassed, and crawled onto the changing table as Jill guided him. She carefully unfastened the messy diaper, cleaning him gently with soft wipes. The smell made Jack wrinkle his nose, but Jill hummed a cheerful little tune, making the process feel less scary. “There we go… all clean,” Jill said, lifting him slightly so she could slide a fresh diaper under him. She fastened it snugly, making sure Jack was comfortable and secure. Jack watched her every move, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering shame. He tried to sit up straight, but his body slumped a little. Jill noticed and gave him an encouraging smile. “You’re doing such a good job, Jack,” she said warmly. “Accidents happen. What’s important is that we clean up and try again next time.” Once the diaper was on, Jill helped Jack into a fresh onesie, snapping it carefully at the shoulders and legs. She then picked him up and cradled him for a moment, letting him feel safe. Jack leaned into her, breathing out a small, shaky sigh. The cramps in his stomach were fading now that he was comfortable again, and a tiny smile began to form on his face. “There, all done,” Jill said, setting him down on the soft rug in the center of the nursery. “See? Nothing to worry about. And now, we can play a little, or maybe read one of your storybooks.” Jill sat nearby on the floor, watching him with a fond smile. “Ready for a story, Dino Explorer?” she asked, holding up a brightly illustrated book. Jack nodded eagerly, forgetting for a moment the earlier mishap. The nursery was warm and inviting, and with Jill beside him, he felt safe and cared for once again. Jill settled comfortably on the soft rug in the center of Jack’s nursery, leaning back slightly against a pile of colorful pillows. Jack crawled over and nestled himself against her side, leaning into her warmth. The plush dinosaur he had hugged tightly moments ago now rested beside him, a comforting companion for the story ahead. Jill held the brightly illustrated book in her hands, tilting it so Jack could see the pictures. The pages were filled with vibrant dinosaurs—some roaring, some running, some peacefully grazing in prehistoric landscapes. Jill’s voice was soft and gentle, rising and falling with the rhythm of the story. “And then, the little triceratops took a deep breath and—” Jill paused, making a playful gasp, “—stomped through the forest with all his might!” Jack’s eyes widened in delight, and he let out a little squeal of excitement. He pressed closer to Jill, wrapping his small arms around her as if to make sure he didn’t miss a single word. His earlier worries and embarrassment had melted away, replaced by curiosity and wonder. Jill smiled down at him, her voice warm and engaging as she continued. “The other dinosaurs heard him coming and watched in amazement. They had never seen such a brave little triceratops before!” Jack’s gaze flitted between the colorful pictures and Jill’s animated expressions. He giggled softly when she made the triceratops stomp again, his tiny body bouncing slightly against hers. “Do you see him, Jack?” Jill whispered, pointing to a little pterodactyl on the page. “He’s soaring high above the trees, just like he dreamed. Isn’t that amazing?” Jack nodded enthusiastically, his hands clinging to Jill’s arm for comfort and stability. He felt safe and happy here, in this cozy room, with Jill’s voice wrapping around him like a gentle hug. The story continued, each page unfolding a new adventure. Jill’s tone shifted from suspenseful whispers to joyful roars, matching the action in the book. Jack leaned further into her, occasionally resting his head on her shoulder, completely absorbed in the tale. By the time Jill reached the final page, Jack’s eyes were wide with awe, a small smile tugging at his lips. He let out a contented sigh and whispered, “Again… can we read it again?” Jill laughed softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. “Of course, sweetie. Dino adventures are always better when we read them together.” Jack snuggled closer, holding his plush dinosaur tightly, ready to relive the story all over again. The nursery was quiet except for their soft voices and the occasional rustle of pages turning, a safe and magical world just for the two of them. Jill closed the book gently, smiling down at Jack as he remained cuddled close against her side. He was calm now, his earlier distress completely gone, replaced by a soft, content expression. “You’ve been such a good boy, Jack,” Jill said warmly, brushing her fingers lightly through his hair. “Listening so nicely, staying calm… I’m really proud of you.” Jack beamed at her, leaning in a little more as if soaking up the praise. Jill shifted slightly and gave his diaper a quick check, her expression thoughtful. “Well,” she said softly, “I think someone’s going to need a bath soon.” She smiled playfully. “How about it, huh? Would you like some bubbles?” Jack’s eyes lit up immediately. He nodded eagerly, a small excited sound escaping him. “Bubbles it is,” Jill laughed. She pulled him into a gentle cuddle, rocking slightly side to side for a moment, letting him enjoy the comfort. Jack rested his head against her, hugging his plush dinosaur loosely as he relaxed in her arms. After a minute, Jill reached over to the nearby baby monitor and pressed the button. “Hey, Marcus? Can you come up and help me with Jack’s bath?” There was a brief pause before Marcus’s voice crackled through, clearly less than enthusiastic. “I’ll do it another time. You’ve got it.” Jill sighed softly but didn’t argue. “Alright,” she replied, setting the monitor back down. She looked at Jack and smiled again. “Looks like it’s just us, little guy.” Jill lifted Jack into her arms and carried him into the bathroom. She set him down carefully on a soft mat while she turned on the faucet, adjusting the water until it was just right. Steam began to rise gently as the tub filled. She reached for a bottle of bubble bath and poured some in—then a little more… and just a bit more after that. Within moments, thick, fluffy bubbles began to form, growing higher and higher until they started spilling over the edge of the tub. “Oh—oh no!” Jill exclaimed, quickly trying to scoop some back in, but it only made things worse. The bubbles continued to overflow onto the floor in soft, foamy clumps. Jack watched the whole thing, eyes wide—and then he burst into a delighted giggle. The sight of bubbles tumbling everywhere was too funny to him. Jill couldn’t help but laugh nervously. “Okay, okay… maybe that was a little too many bubbles…” Just then, Marcus stepped into the bathroom, taking in the scene—the overflowing tub, Jill trying to manage the foam, and Jack giggling uncontrollably. “Wow,” Marcus said dryly, grabbing a towel. “You really went all out.” Together, they quickly cleaned up the excess bubbles, wiping the floor until it was safe again. Once things were under control, Marcus stepped back while Jill turned her attention fully to Jack. “Alright, mister,” she said gently. She helped him out of his clothes, setting them neatly aside before lifting him carefully into the warm, bubbly water. Jack immediately relaxed, splashing lightly with his hands as the bath toys floated around him. A small rubber dinosaur drifted nearby, and he reached for it, giggling as it bobbed in the foam. Jill smiled, sitting beside the tub. “Having fun already?” she asked in a soft, playful tone. Marcus, lingering in the doorway, pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture of Jack happily playing in the bath. “Got it,” he said, satisfied, before turning and heading out again. Jill barely noticed, her attention fully on Jack. She picked up a small cup and gently poured water over his shoulders. “Let’s get you all nice and clean,” she cooed. Jack squealed softly at the sensation, kicking his feet and sending little splashes across the tub. “Aww, look at you,” Jill continued in a warm, sing-song voice. “Such a happy, clean little guy… yes you are…” She carefully washed him, moving gently and patiently, making sure he stayed comfortable the whole time. Jack continued to play with his toys, occasionally glancing up at Jill with a bright, trusting smile. The bathroom was filled with soft splashing, quiet laughter, and Jill’s gentle voice, turning what could have been a simple routine into a warm, comforting moment. Marcus stood in the kitchen, carefully preparing another bottle for Jack. He measured everything just right, giving it a gentle shake before testing the temperature. Satisfied, he nodded to himself and headed upstairs. When he entered Jack’s nursery, he found Jill putting the finishing touches on Jack’s outfit. She carefully smoothed down the fabric of his onesie, making sure it sat perfectly, before slipping a pair of soft mittens over his hands. “There we go,” Jill said with a pleased smile. “All set.” Jack, however, did not share her enthusiasm. He squirmed slightly, looking down at his mitten-covered hands with clear frustration. He flexed his fingers, testing the soft restraints, and let out an annoyed huff. “I don’t like—” Jack started to protest, trying to form the words. Jill gently shook her head, kneeling beside him. “Ah, ah,” she said softly. “Remember, Jack… you need to use your baby words.” Jack frowned, struggling to translate his thoughts. “Ba… ba… no…” he attempted, his voice wavering as he tried to get it right. Before he could continue, Marcus stepped further into the room. “Bottle’s ready,” he announced. Without hesitation, Marcus scooped Jack up into his arms and carried him over to the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery. As Jack settled against him, he suddenly noticed something new—a bib neatly tied around his neck. He blinked, confused. He hadn’t even seen Jill put it on. Jack let out a small, annoyed grunt, but Marcus simply adjusted him comfortably in his arms. “Alright, time to eat,” Marcus said casually. He guided the bottle to Jack’s mouth, gently placing the nipple between his lips. Instinct took over, and Jack began to drink. Marcus held him securely, one arm supporting him while the other kept the bottle steady at just the right angle. The room grew quiet except for the soft rhythmic sound of Jack drinking. Jill stood nearby, smiling at the peaceful scene before lifting her phone and snapping a quick picture. Jack’s frustration slowly melted away as he drank. His body relaxed, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. The warmth of the milk and the gentle rocking of the chair made it impossible to stay awake. By the time the bottle was nearly empty, Jack’s eyes had fully closed. His breathing slowed, soft and steady, as he drifted off to sleep in Marcus’s arms. Marcus carefully removed the bottle, setting it aside before reaching for Jack’s pacifier. He placed it gently in Jack’s mouth, and Jack instinctively began to suckle, still fast asleep. With quiet, practiced movements, Marcus stood and carried Jack over to the crib. He laid him down gently on the soft mattress, making sure he was comfortable. Jack barely stirred, his small body relaxing completely as he settled in. Within moments, he was fast asleep once more—peaceful, content, and unaware of anything beyond the quiet comfort of the nursery.
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