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Diaper References
Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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By YunicornSparkles · Posted
((Okay, thanks. DiaperDragonRy.)) Nanny Lyn watched him enjoy the playground, along with Aurora and whoever else of the kids joined in. He seemed like he was having a good time, now that he had energy to burn from his hearty lunch. She noticed that Ry often chose to play alone, though. Perhaps due to his larger size and the fact he was older than the other kids in their group. It made sense. She couldn’t help but think he needed other littles around his age and size to play with and socialise with. Since the manor took in new minors all the time, she decided she’d check in with the nurses, nannies, social worker Kate and Mr Balverk himself. She’d ask them to let her know when older teens were admitted. Ry could still interact and make friends with the younger children, as if they were younger siblings. But he’d probably appreciate some friends around his own age, as well. Kids who had similar interests. She sent some text messages to her colleagues while she supervised Ry on the playground, receiving a reply that told her a thirteen year old Lucario named Lucas had just turned up today. ===================================================================== “Oh, and why is that, little gem?” Merry asked Lucas, wanting to know what had put him into foster care. “Sorry to hear that you didn’t have a forever family. But you can have a home and a family here with us now. Better late than never, eh? And sure, I can. Aww, that’s cute. I don’t know what kind of things you like, yet, so I’ll choose using my best judgement. My name is Merrygold Rainbow. But you can just call me Merry if it’s easier.” She said, taking the laminated card and scanning through the many diaper designs before grinning as she landed on a good one. “Oh, this one’ll do!” She chirped, putting the card away and reaching under the changing table, taking out a rainbow tie dye diaper; a Northshore Megamax brand. Being a leprechaun, she had an affinity for rainbows, treasure and other such things. Merry set the diaper on the end of the table and gathered the changing supplies, placing wipes, baby oil and powder beside it. She then reached out and gently began to undress Lucas, telling him what she was doing so he wouldn’t be taken by surprise. “Alright, I’m going to remove your wet things now. Can’t be going around smelling of wee. We’ll put them in the hamper to be washed. If you don’t want them back, we can get rid of them, though.” So saying, she removed his clothing and dropped the smelly, dampy pants and underwear into the hamper beneath the table, yanking out a handful of wipes from the warming container and beginning to softly wipe him down. Once she was sure his lower body was clean, she unfolded the rainbow diaper and spread it out on the table. The leprechaun placed her hand against Lucas’ outer thigh, tapping it lightly. “Lift up your bottom and legs for me, Treasure, an’ I’ll slide this underneath ya. Then I’ll add some baby oil and powder.” She instructed, sweet and caring. “Now, while I’m changin’ you into your new undies, I’d like to get to know you a bit more. Would you mind telling me some of the things you like, Precious? Favourite cartoons, characters, hobbies, toys, colours? What sort of things do Pokemon types like you enjoy or find appealin’?” She queried charmingly of the young lucario. ================================================================== Nanny Tori listened, her sparkly violet eyes looking down at the open folder of options, scanning through the images of what was available. “Hmm, I think we can do that. Let’s see…what about this prehistoric jungle wallpaper? The plants and dinosaurs on it are more colourful than in real life but that’s because it’s made for young children. Bright colours are good for the brain and development, as well as sparking the imagination. Or this more realistic one, or a cartoon style? Would you be okay with that? We could put this leafy jungle carpet on the floor, or maybe a wooden floor with plant and dino shaped rugs? Also, I think adding some fake ivy or other real or fake pot plants could make it feel more immersive. Like you are really there! And we could hang a pterodactyl toy from the ceiling. Its wings flap when you tug the cord attached to it. The furniture would look good in a brown wooden style, or painted shades of green. Maybe with dino footprint designs or fake plants added. I can mark you down for a toddler bed, or a crib. Instead of a regular rocking horse, you could have one that is made to look like a plush or wooden dinosaur.” She made marks next to the boxes once Dan agreed on a wallpaper, floor, and each piece of furniture and other items. “Okay, well, your room is done. Now let us pick out a new wardrobe from the catalog at the back. Then, shall we get you something to eat, or find a fun activity to do? I don’t want you to be bored. There’s ten different play rooms in Balverk Manor!” -
By diapsm24-7 · Posted
I have been a DL my whole life and finally came clean about everything to my wife last year after ten years of marriage. It was the book, "You're Not Broken", that got me rethinking everything, and my wife and I were at the point where our communication was solid, so I went for it. She understood and was supportive, but does not participate. She knows I wear everyday and have my dip stash, but she's not yet at the point where she participates. I hope she comes around, but I'm not going to push it. I'm hopeful that someday soon she will accept this side of me more openly. Until that day comes, I will keep on padding around when I can. Stay safe and padded! -
By diapsm24-7 · Posted
I wear to work everyday, and as far as I know, no one has noticed. I wear anything from a MegaMax to other ABDL brands and I don't believe anyone knows. I either wear onesies or tuck in a shirt to help conceal the waistband and I never flaunt it (i.e. wearing tight, see-through pants, etc.). Over the years of wearing dips, I have come to the realization that no one is paying attention to whether or not your underwear makes noise. People are so consumed in their own little world that they don't know, nor would they really care. Loose fitting clothes are always a good way to go, but wear what you normally do. Be confident and everything will work out. Stay safe and padded! -
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BEFORE READING: DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are of age (18+). This story is NSFW. DISCLAIMER: The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Elliot’s Accident “Sweetie, It’s not a matter of age. 25 or not, you need diapers!” “Mom! Please keep your voice down, someone might hear,” Elliot’s pleaded, eyes darting around the empty supermarket, hoping to contain this embarrassing conversation between the two of them. “It was just a few accidents, the absorbent underwear works fine.” “The Pulls-Ups have leaked three nights in a row and…” “They’re not Pull-Ups! It’s absorbent underwear, it even says it on the package,”Elliot interrupted, desperately trying to salvage what dignity he had left. “Oh baby, call them what you want but they simply just won’t do. You need something more to handle your bedwetting.” Elliot cringed hearing his mother reference his bedwetting so casually. Did she have to be so brazen in public like this? Did she not see how humiliating this whole ordeal was for him? “Fine, but please let’s just get them and go,”Elliot said, his eyes now glued to the floor. It was obvious that this was a losing battle, best for him to just relent and hope to minimize the humiliation. “Now don’t look so glum,” Elliot’s mother said cheerfully, resting her hands on her knees and crouching slightly to face her son at eye level. “This is not a punishment, just proper precaution. Why don’t you pick out a cute style, something fun”. “I don’t care what style. Let’s just pick one and go.” “Okay, Grumpy-Butt. So I guess we’ll just take these pink princess one’s and be on our way.” “NO, not pink!” Elliot whined, his eyes shooting up from the floor. He scanned around only seeing plain diaper patterns and his mother stifling a grin. She let out a giggle at his reaction. “I’m just teasing Elly, they have black, grey, or white.” she said motioning toward the limited selection. “Now pick before I call over an employee to see if they any cuter prints in the back.” “Not funny,” Elliot said bashfully as he grabbed the box diapers, white print. He figured they were the safer the choice, although he had not put much thought to it. His primary focus was getting out of the supermarket and home before anyone could see him. Holding a box of adult diapers, his diapers, was mortifying enough but he needed to make sure as little people saw him as possible. “Good choice, Honey. Now let’s get going, or should we get two just to safe? You have been extra leaky as of late.” “Not true! I’ve just been stressed from job-hunting. Once I find something, I won’t even need these.” “Oh if I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that,” she said, reaching over his head and grabbing another box, placing it atop the one Elliot was already holding. “Always so confident, then comes the morning and it’s watery eye’s and wet sheets.” “I remember those days,” a nearby shopper interjected. Elliot and his mother shifted their attention to stranger, both a little startled. The older woman stood behind her shopping cart with a warm smile, peering at the two through her bifocals. “It was always a fight getting mine in diapers.” “He threw a bit of tantrum early but he is all settled now.” Elliot’s mother said warmly, patting his head. Overwhelmed by the humiliation, Elliot returned his focus to the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow him whole. Most 25 year olds were well on their way to adulthood, meanwhile Elliott was cowering beside his mother, holding two packages of sorely needed adult diapers while the two women spoke as if wasn’t there. He felt the tears begin to form and, even worse, his nervous bladder began to ache. “M-Mom. Can we get going? I need to use bathroom,” Elliot said to his mother, placing the box of diapers into their cart. “Just a second, honey. I’m talking to our new friend Margaret here” she said dismissively, never breaking eye contact with the older women. Elliot did not bother to push any further and instead shifted his attention back to his feet, praying this nightmare would end soon. As he stood obediently next to his mother, he could not help but listen to their conversation. Throughout their chat, Margaret explained that she was caring for her granddaughter, Grace. Grace, like Elliot, had recently graduated college, was having trouble finding a job, and recently returned to diapers due to frequent accidents. Elliot perked up upon hearing another adult his age shared his nighttime struggles. Despite his mother’s constant assurances, he could not help but feel he was the only person his age who still struggled to keep his bed dry. As his mother and Margaret droned on for what seemed felt like hours, Elliot’s thoughts drifted away from his current humiliation to imaging what Grace was like, how she looked, and how she handled being a college graduate who hadn’t mastered potty training. Elliot’s short reprieve from embarrassment was interrupted as he felt a small spurt of pee escape him and dampen his underwear. He gasped in surprise and immediately looked down to inspect the damage. He was relived to find there was no visible stain but shifted uncomfortably as he tried to get used to dampness around his crotch. “Are you okay, Sweetie?” his mother said, sensing his discomfort. “Do you still need the bathroom? Is it an emergency?” Elliot felt another spurt release from him as he jumped a little at his mother’s question “N-No, i-it’s okay,” Elliot lied, mustering all his willpower to remain calm as his bladder begged for release. While it was most certainly an emergency, he was determined to maintain some dignity in front of Margaret, less any word of this get back to Grace. “Well I will let you two get to it,” Margaret said, rotating her shopping cart as she prepared to leave the aisle. “I’ll be sure to give you a ring.” “Oh please do, it was so nice meeting you. We should definitely set a date,” his mother’s said cheerfully. “Certainly, it was nice meeting you,” Margate said, giving one last goodbye for leaving. “You too, Sweetheart.” Elliot was barely able to process what either of the women were saying as he desperately tried to keep from full on wetting his pants. Once Margaret was out of their sight, Elliot dropped the act and immediately started hopping from foot to foot with his hands over his crotch. “P-P-Please Mom, b-b-bathroom.” “Oh honey, you should have told me sooner,” his mother said. Sensing his urgency, she began speeding their cart through the store as Elliot continued his potty dance behind her. “Sorry for chatting so long while you had to go, we just had so much in common. I can’t wait to see her again next week and to meet Grace”. “G-G-Grace?,” Elliot stammered. “You weren’t listening? We exchanged numbers and are going to setup at lunch at her place,” his mother said enthusiastically as she spotted the bathroom at the back of the store. “She was so excited that Grace can finally have a friend that wears diapers too.” “Grace is going to know I wear diapers!” Elliot shrieked, too focused on his aching bladder to care if others heard. “Come on, there is no reason to feel embarrassed. Grace wears them too and Margaret says she even wears them during the day at times,” his mother said casually, trying to ease her son’s concerns. “Who knows, maybe you two will hit it off. It will be a funny story to tell at the wedding,” she said jokingly, looking back, hoping her son could find the humor in all this. Elliot had stopped anxiously following his mother, and instead fell to his knees, desperately clutching his privates hoping to stop the inevitable. The thought of Grace, a woman he has yet to meet, knowing he had been relegated to diapers, broke his concentration just enough to open the floodgates. The occasional spurts of pee were replaced with a heavy stream, soaking his entire lower half, and creating a pool around him that grew rapidly on store’s tile floor. He felt the warmth spread across his crotch, then down to his knees, and the uncomfortable stickiness of his now soaking wet pants. The tears came without warning as he began to cry loudly, hyperventilating as he reached out his arms for help. “M-mommy, help me please,” he cried. “Oh my goodness. Ellie, it’s okay, it’s okay,” his mother said sweetly. “Accidents happen. Now let’s get you cleaned up, okay baby?” She said as she slowly guided him to his feet, walking him by his hand to the women’s bathroom, with a spare diaper in her free hand. “Not here, not the women’s room,” he whined. “Oh baby, no one will mind. This wouldn’t be the first time I changed your diaper in the women’s room,” she said, using her elbow to push open the restroom door. Elliot could only look to the floor in shame, gripping his mother’s hand, and hoping this nightmare would be over soon. “Now be a good boy for mommy and hop up,” she said, pulling down the changing table fixed on the bathroom wall, and lifting Elliot by his armpits. Elliot compiled, hopping back onto the unsteady table, letting his mother adjust him as needed. As far as twenty-five year old men go, he was certainly on the shorter side, but even he could barely fit on the changing table, his legs dangling awkwardly over the end. While Elliot stared up at the bathroom ceiling, lost in shame, his mother made quick work of removing his soaked pants and undies. Without a word, she lifted Elliot legs, and gave his thigh a gentle pat and, on instinct, Elliot lifted his bum momentarily, falling back down to the all too familiar padded sensation of a fresh diaper. He felt his legs part as his mother brought the front of his diaper to his belly button, and began applying the tapes. He looked away, attempting to avoid eye contact, only to catch his reflection in the mirror, his leg dangling helplessly, tear stains on his cheeks, and an impossibly thick diaper was all he had on from the waist down. “All done,” his mother said cheerfully. “That wasn’t so bad was it? Now let’s get you to the car, you can wait there while I check out and tell a clerk about the mess.” she said, balling up Elliot’s soiled clothes and dumping them in the nearby trash before washing her hands. “B-but I-I need my clothes. I can’t walk around in just a diaper,” he stuttered, his voice still shaken. “I know it’s embarrassing sweetie, but we don’t have much of a choice. Your jeans are soaked, and I didn’t bring a change of clothes. Now be a good boy for mommy,” she said calmly, reaching out for his hand. “The sooner we get you to the car, the better.” Elliot hesitated, but thought better of pushing back. He just wanted to go home. He took his mother’s hand, and the pair began their walk back. A crowd of confused shoppers had formed around Elliot’s puddle, talking amongst themselves. Upon the bathroom door opening, all eyes shifted to Elliot, specifically his diaper, as him and his mother hurriedly made their way through the store. Elliot’s shivered as the cool air conditioning brushed against his bare thighs. The diaper forced him to waddle awkwardly, and he began absentmindedly sucking on the collar his shirt in an attempt to soothe himself. The laughter from the crowd was deafening. While some tried to show restraint, giggling quietly before looking away, some unruly shoppers openly pointed and laughed. “Aw, someone couldn’t quite make it to the potty.” “Eww, so gross. He should have been wearing a diaper in the first place.” “Be nice, he’s probably special needs.” “They make diapers for adults?” Elliot put his free hand to his face in a feeble attempt to hide his identity. He tried to tune out their comments, but they only echoed in his mind, bring on another flurry of tears. His mother turned back to face the onlookers “Mind your fucking business,” she said forcefully, a tone that Elliot never heard from her. The shoppers quickly dispersed, both weary of the angry woman and bored of the unusual scene. The walk past the checkout was made better only by the fact that most shoppers were outside of earshot. Once outside the store, and safely back to the car, his mother opened the backseat and guided him in. “I’m going to go back and pay for the rest of the diapers, okay? You stay here and be safe,” she said, enveloping Elliot into a big hug, and patting the his back. “Don’t listen to those assholes in the store. You are smart, kind, adult, and one accident does not change that,” she said lovingly, but she could tell that her words fell on deaf ears.
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