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Never did get round to joining this thread, until now. I'm retired, and living the 24/7 dream. With the occasional nightmare of course, which for some reason often involves me getting lost just before the end of a long running race. But I digress. -
That's true of vinyl/PVC pants. Polyurethane pants don't harden up and crack - they really only fail when the elastic wears out. Or when you catch them in your onesie poppers... By the way, I don't mean PUL pants - they only have a very thin coating of polyurethane on a fabric base, which doesn't last as long, in my experience. I wear 100% polyurethane pants - made by Gary, sold by LLMedico. They're more expensive, but worth the money IMHO.
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They're good onesies aren't they? They've been my main daily onesies for years. They used to do some brighter fabrics, such as red and white stripes and a nice pale blue, but they stopped them. I must not have been buying enough of them 😁 Edit: here's where they come from. And no, I don't get commission...
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Chapter 72 I knelt beside the tub and dipped a soft washcloth into the warm water, letting it soak for a moment before wringing it out gently. Alright, I said with a quiet smile, let’s make this quick so I can get you into a cozy diaper and tucked into bed. She shifted slightly, still relaxed, her thumb resting near her mouth as she settled deeper into the warmth. The soft music played in the background, wrapping the room in a peaceful hush. I began washing her arms and back with slow, gentle strokes, letting the warmth of the cloth soothe her skin. She didn’t say much—just closed her eyes and let herself be cared for. The trust between us was quiet but strong, built on moments like this. When she turns around so that I could wash her front I stare at her boobs for a little bit, her nipples were out and when I ran the washcloth over them, they were as hard as a rock. I moved on down to where I just got done shaving her and asked her to spread her legs a bit so I could make sure that all the shaving ointment and hair had been wiped off. As the washcloth ran over her front and underneath her. She let out a moan with her thumb still in her mouth. I turned her around again and told her that I forgot to clean between her cheeks. I had her bend over just a bit so that I could do a better job, as I wiped her anus a couple of times, she let out a louder moan that time. Almost done, I said, rinsing the cloth and moving down to her legs. The water was still warm, the soft music playing in the background like a lullaby. I worked slowly, making sure each stroke was gentle and calming. As I washed her legs, I glanced up and said, Seems like you’re enjoying your bath a bit more tonight. She didn’t speak—just looked at me and gave a quiet nod, her thumb still resting near her mouth. That simple gesture said everything. She was relaxed, content, and completely at ease in the moment. Well, I think I got you clean as I am going to get you. Let’s drain the water from the tub and dry you off. I grab a soft towel and help her out of the tub, I started to dry her off and when I got to her vagina the moans came out louder, the same thing happened when I was drying off her anus. Just a couple of minutes later I had her dry off I left the towel hanging in the bathroom and carried her back to the changing table, cradling her carefully. She was warm from the bath, relaxed and calm. As I began to lift her ankles to slide the diaper underneath, she looked up suddenly and said, Wait—stop. I paused immediately, my hands still, giving her my full attention. What’s wrong? I asked softly, keeping my voice calm and open. Put my legs back down, she said, and I’ll tell you what I need and what you can help me with. I nodded and gently lowered her legs, making sure she was comfortable. Then I waited patiently, curious and ready to listen. Whatever she needed, I wanted her to feel safe enough to ask. So I gently lowered her legs and waited patiently, curious to hear what was on her mind. After her legs were back down, she open her legs like she was waiting for me to put diaper rash ointment on her. Ok what can I help you with? Remember a while back I give you that hand job. Yes, I do why? I told you that one day you will need to pay me back. Yes, and I take it today is the day. She looked at me with a big smile and said yes, it is. With all the rubbing you did on both my anus and clitoris, you got me all hot. I mean just look at my nipples and with that she grabs a hold of my hand and put it on her vagina and told me to go to town. So, I put one finger inside of her and started to move it back and forth and after a bit she told me to add another finger and go faster, so I did. I felt hand next to mine and I saw that she is now rubbing her clitoris hard and fast with her sucking on her thumb. I was a good thing that she had her thumb in her mouth because when she came. Because a very loud muffled scream came out. If our moms should have heard that they would come in investigate what was going on. After a couple of quiet minutes, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. Thank you, she said softly. That’s better than me doing it to myself. Her words carried a quiet honesty, and I could tell she meant it. I smiled, touched by her trust. Are you ready for your diaper now? I asked gently. She nodded without hesitation, calm and content. I gently lifted her ankles once more, cradling them in one hand as I lifted her bottom of the changing pad and slid the fresh diaper beneath her with the other. The soft rustle of the material was barely audible over the quiet hum of the room. As I glanced down, I noticed a faint smudge near her thigh—evidence of our earlier, enthusiastic playtime. Hmm, I murmured with a smile, reaching for the container of baby wipes on the nearby shelf. Looks like we need a little extra cleanup. She lay still, her eyes following my movements with calm curiosity. The light from the window cast a warm glow across her face as I gently wiped her skin, taking care to be thorough but tender. The coolness of the wipe made her flinch slightly, then giggle. Why did you have to clean me up again? she asked, her voice soft and inquisitive. I paused, brushing a stray curl from her forehead, and smiled. Well, I said, keeping my tone light and reassuring, sometimes after a big adventure, we need a little extra cleaning to stay fresh and comfy. It’s just part of taking care of you. She nodded thoughtfully, her fingers playing with the edge of the table beneath her. I finished the cleanup, folded the used wipes neatly and toss them away. While her bottom was still lifted, I gently applied a thin layer of diaper rash ointment between her cheeks, taking care to be thorough but tender. The soft scent of baby powder followed as I dusted it lightly across her skin, creating a comforting cloud that settled gently. As I lowered her ankles back onto the padded changing table, she shifted slightly, opening her legs with quiet trust. I smiled and continued with the same gentle rhythm, applying a touch of ointment between her thighs where her skin was most delicate, then finishing with a sprinkle of powder to keep her fresh and dry. She watched me calmly, her eyes relaxed and curious, as I completed the routine with care and affection. The moment felt peaceful—just the two of us, wrapped in the quiet rhythm of nurturing. With everything in place, I carefully pulled the front of her diaper up and fastened the pins with practiced ease. The soft click of the fasteners felt satisfying, a quiet signal that the routine was nearly complete. I looked down at her and smiled. See? It’s so much quicker now that your hair’s gone, I said, brushing a hand lightly over her forehead. The final step was slipping on her plastic pants—smooth and snug over the diaper, sealing in comfort and protection. With that, she was all set for bed, her little body relaxed against the changing mat, eyes still watching me with quiet trust. Just then, her mother called out, urging us to come watch a movie with them. I glanced at Betsy, her eyes still locked on mine, and felt a rush of heat flood through me. When I looked down, the evidence of my arousal was unmistakable—hard, insistent, and impossible to ignore. I reached for a pair of underwear, hoping to conceal it, but the thin fabric did little to help. Betsy gave me a look, one eyebrow raised in mock disbelief. You’re really going out there like that? I sighed, tugging at the waistband of my underwear in a half-hearted attempt to make it look more presentable. Not much I can do about it now, I said with a shrug. Besides, our moms have seen me in worse—this isn’t exactly breaking news. She giggled, and together we stepped out into the hallway—me in just my underwear, Betsy in her fresh diaper and plastic pants. As we passed through the doorway, I gave her a gentle pat on the back, the soft crinkle of her diaper answering back. Her mom looked up from the couch, remote in hand, and raised an eyebrow. What took so long getting Betsy ready? I smiled, settling onto the carpet beside Betsy. Just the usual—powder, pins, and a little extra giggling. and we were just talking. Figuring out what we want to do with the last three weeks we’ve got left here. Her mom’s eyes lingered on Betsy’s boobs for a moment before she waved us toward the couch. Yeah, right. Now sit down—the movie starts in ten minutes. I’m going to help your mom make some popcorn. Betsy and I settled in, but we could still hear them chatting in the kitchen. Their voices carried just enough for us to catch snippets. Betsy’s mom laughed softly and said, Every time I see him like that, it’s bigger than before. My mom chuckled as they came back into the room, each carrying a bowl of popcorn. She handed ours over, then paused for a moment, her eyes drifting down to my underwear. A sly smile tugged at her lips. That’s my son, she said, almost proudly, before turning and heading back to her seat. As the movie began, Betsy didn’t exactly help me relax—her hand stayed wrapped around me, keeping my arousal steady throughout the film. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
Predatory win. I've got a reservation from a person that owes us money from their last stay. I'm kind of hoping that they don't show when we get ready to run audit, but I hope to catch him so we can get this bill paid up.
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