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Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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Looking forward to the next part everytime i come to this forum, Hope there is more to it. Maybe a surprise twist and Sophie is a bedwetter herself... -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
That's why I need feedback… it's hard to know whether things are obvious (especially when you're working with an unreliable narrator). That's not something you need to apologise for. 19. My Art of Persuasion After that late-night marathon of Captain Kairo, it was a long time before we stayed up so late again, or drank so much. I didn’t know what had possessed us to be so careless. Perhaps it had been a reminder of when I was young and stupid; when I hadn’t felt the pressure of responsibility weighing me down. But I wasn’t going to get into that state in a hurry. Our lives settled into a more regular routine. Ffrances stayed over more often, visiting for a day or two in between returning to her own apartment. Now that we knew Tess wouldn’t be intimidated by the presence of another adult in the house, and that she wouldn’t have any problems with the wilder side of my lifestyle, we could go back to doing whatever seemed like a good idea at the time. I did find more time to help Tess with her schoolwork. She tried teaching me what they’d been learning in history, which included a whole slew of names and dates I’d never even heard before, and which I would surely have forgotten if they’d been important while I was in school. But quite often, when I asked for clarification, she seemed to be actually thinking about what she was teaching. It was true what they said about teaching someone else; it needs you to understand the subject rather than just memorising it. And I hoped that perhaps it would help Tess with her upcoming exam. I was working late more often as well, over the next week or two. We had a new contract with Claughton Innovative, and that required a lot of extra hours in the office. But I felt safe now, knowing that Tess was quite capable of looking after herself if I called to say I was going to be back late. I didn’t like letting a little kid sort out her own dinner, and would often try to make sure Ffrances would be there if I wasn’t. Once or twice they even had dinner waiting for me as soon as I came through the door. Having a child in the house was a big shake up in all of our lives, even more so than I had expected. But within a week or three, our lives were starting to settle down into a new kind of couple. A couple of wild former party-animals, or at least former students (which I assumed was roughly the same thing) were becoming a family. I didn’t talk to Tess again about her little problem. I hoped that she would turn to me again when she felt more comfortable, or when she realised that the situation wasn’t going to change. But she didn’t seem to be quite so frustrated when she came down to wash her sheets after an occasional night of deep sleep. She knew that I knew now, and as long as I didn’t push the baby thing too hard she wasn’t going to waste time trying to deny something that we already knew. But one evening after work, I decided it might be the right time to broach the subject with my girlfriend. For all the promises I’d made to Tess, I was still less than a hundred percent certain about my ability to convince her. And after a long wait, I thought tonight would be the perfect opportunity to talk. Tess wasn’t here tonight. She’d told her parents that she would show them around the area on a video call, so now she was taking a moonlight walk in the park just to make sure that she could find her way around. To Ffrances that still sounded strange, but I’d been using video conferencing to meet with clients for so long that it was almost as natural. I guess in that way I was already a little closer to the mindset of the next generation. There was a park opposite my house, a long narrow one that followed where land had once been set aside for a railway line that never happened. The park was long and thin, but spread out where the odd shape of plots had meant it was never worth anyone’s money to develop it properly. Tess would be getting off the school bus a few stops early today, and walking back along the park while showing her parents the places where she was now living. They had said they would also be treating her to a virtual stroll around a sculpture trail near their new home, and they expected it to take several hours. When I got home, there were no lights on. That didn’t surprise me, because I knew that Tess would be talking to her folks. But at the same time, it felt strange to see the house empty after a couple of weeks in which there had almost always been someone here when I returned. I stepped across the threshold, and reached out to the light switch with one hand. I didn’t find it instantly, and when I did there was no sudden burst of light. There were, however, suddenly two hands on me, one gripping my arm while the other came up to cover my eyes. “Surprise!” The whisper so close to my ear made me squeal like a little kid, and for a few seconds my mind reeled, desperately trying to understand what was happening. “Guess who!” It was only a second before I recognised that gentle touch, and that voice. One clue was that she had to reach upwards to cover my eyes; Ffrances was a good five inches shorter than me, a fact that was easy to forget when she put on the powerful, dominant persona that made her so happy. “Love you,” I answered. “So, who is it? And what are you going to do to me?” “Sorry,” she whispered through a fit of giggles. “I think you need a new light bulb. I was groping around in the dark, trying to figure out where you keep them. And then I heard you pull up, I just couldn’t help myself. Thought you’d like a little surprise.” “Groping around in the dark sounds like fun. But it’s not that dark. It’s barely twilight; and Tess won’t be back for an hour still.” “I know, but you know what I mean. The nights are really drawing in now, I don’t think we’d be able to cook without the light on.” I was already pulling a bulb out of the right drawer, and she turned on the flashlight on my phone while I pushed it into place. Then I tried the switch again, We were rewarded with light, and Ffrances looked just as seductive as she had sounded. “Did you talk to Tess about…” she started, and my train of thought quickly switched to a branch line. There were things that we needed to talk about, I’d decided that before I realised she was already home. “Her little problem? Not yet. We had a brief conversation on Sunday, and I offered a subtle reminder last night. She’s less assertive about denying it now, but she still feels like she has to pretend. I told her you’ll understand as well, but she still goes out of her way to hide it when you’re in the house. Like putting off her laundry for a few minutes if she doesn’t know who’s up.” “She’ll have to trust me sooner or later. Or stop doing it, I guess. I would have thought that if she’s that nervous, she wouldn’t do it when I’m here. But then… it’s about feeling like she doesn’t have the choice for her, isn’t it? So perhaps that’s important to her. She needs to feel like she’s hiding it, for the feeling of helplessness. It’s a weird coping mechanism, but I’ve seen worse. At least it’s not hurting her. But it might be a good idea to cut down on the laundry. I’d suggest adult diapers, but I don’t know if that would be too extreme. I mean, it would be kind of embarrassing, but she’d only need to wear them when she’s going to…” “I did suggest it. Well, not adult diapers, but they make those overnight ones for kids who still have that problem. And she’s so small for her age, she’ll probably fit the ones that are aimed at real kids. They have Disney characters and everything, so perfect for helping her to feel like a little kid. But I think that’s making her even more nervous. Ashamed to admit to herself that this is what she wants. I’ll get some, and let her know that we have them if she wants them. But I think she’ll have to open up about the whole ageplay thing before she can bring herself to wear them.” “As long as she’s okay with it, I guess that’s the best we can hope for. Do you think it would be easier if she knew that I know?” “I don’t know. But if she found out that I’d told you, I think I’d lose all her trust. We need to wait until she’s ready, I think, and give her the opportunity to open up. But there is… one thing I’ve been wondering about. It’s a bit weird, though, and I don’t know if you’d say it’s dangerous for some reason.” “There’s not many dangerous things that I would even consider doing, so I don’t think there’s anything I would be skilled in. All I can do for her is listen, and I wouldn’t be talking much because I really can’t understand these desires. I can open my ears, but if she’s talking about mental trauma, or anything a real psychiatrist should be concerned with, I’d have to recommend she makes an appointment through the regular channels.” “I wasn’t thinking of therapy. I was just thinking… You remember that hotel in New Orleans? I was your prisoner, and–” “Like I could ever forget that. You want me to hypnotise her? I really don’t think that’s a good idea. To start with, you need a specific licence to work with minors, and you can make any repressed memories seem larger than life when you start getting close. That’s right on the high-risk side of psychoanalysis, and certainly not something I’d consider outside a professional environment.” “You didn’t need a professional environment with me. Look, I’m not talking about fixing the underlying problems, whatever they might be. There might not even be a problem. But either way, that’s something to deal with in a professional context. I understand that. But maybe you could help her live out her fantasies.” “I don’t know if that’s healthy.” “More healthy than using drugs?” I laid down my trump card. “That’s all I’m thinking. Like that thing you did with me, making me feel drunk when I hadn’t touched a drop. You said back then that you’d wondered whether that would be helpful for an addict, helping him get a fix without the side effects. You’d never do that with a real patient, but for someone like Tess who wants to live out a single fantasy? I mean, we know she’s prepared to try anyway. Maybe it’s just a phase, maybe it’s a sign of something that one of your colleagues will be able to get to the root of once she learns that she can admit it without being judged. But until we know that, don’t you think it would be worth giving her a chance to enjoy those moments without risking permanent damage to her bladder?” “I…” I could see that she was still thinking about it, but I knew I’d made a good point. I had spent a lot of time thinking about it, and the safety talk Ffrances had given was the one part of my psychology module that I had learned by heart. The conversation was cut short when the door opened, and Tess walked in with a cheery greeting. “Hey Tess,” I called. “Had a nice walk? I find that park’s kind of spooky as the lights are just coming on.” “Yeah, it was kind of cool. I’ll get into some comfortable clothes. Can we order pizza, if you didn’t cook yet? I got a coupon, guy was handing them out near school.” “That sounds great,” Ffrances smiled, and then turned back to whisper to me: “I’m not sure if I could do what you’re suggesting. It’s not something I’ve ever tried. But you’ve certainly given me ideas for something we could enjoy.” The way she purred left me in no doubt about the kind of enjoyment she meant; and I knew that she wasn’t thinking about Tess right now. “Something we can enjoy when the baby’s gone to bed?” I hazarded. “No. Something that you’ll never see coming. I know how you love surprises…” -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
I'll bet you can't guess what the final family dynamic will be 24. Older and Wiser Breakfast turned out to involve croissants and a variety of different fruit jams. Gabby had set them out on the table before going to the shops, so there would be something here if Tess woke while she was out. They worked out that she must have arrived back with her shopping just after the shower shut off, so she didn’t hear the water running. Seeing breakfast still on the table, she had gone to poke her head into Tess’s room without realising she was already awake. It was a simple mistake, and the worst luck imaginable for a girl who was hoping to hide her wet sheets. Tess saw the food still waiting on the table when she came down carrying a bag of laundry, and started to load it into the machine. “I’ll do that,” said Gabby, tipping a couple of slices of freshly cooked bacon onto the side of Tess’s plate. “I’ve got some stuff that needs washing as well. Like this top, it’ll stain if I don’t get bacon grease out right away. You just eat.” Tess couldn’t argue with that, so she sat at the kitchen table, putting Gabby behind her so that she didn’t have any more reminders of what had happened. The bacon was perfectly crispy, and she dipped a mini croissant into her fried egg. It was a perfect breakfast, so much that by the time she’d eaten she had almost managed to forget what had been bothering her. “Feeling better now?” Gabby asked, taking the seat opposite. “Yeah…” “Good. But I know you’re scared to talk about your problems, and I think it’s only going to get harder, the longer you leave it. So I think we need to talk before you put all the strain on yourself.” “I said I’d think about that thing. It’s not such a big deal, I can do the laundry myself.” “Yeah, but I can see how much it’s bothering you. It won’t always be easy to hide it, from me or from Ffrances. And as long as this is happening, I think you won’t be able to invite any of your friends to stay over.” “But what can I do about that? Okay, I’ll try the hypnosis thing. See if she can help me with my sleep cycle. That’s something a lot of people could use help with, right? But if that doesn’t work, what else can I do?” Gabby looked down at her hands, and for a second it seemed she was almost as embarrassed as Tess. “Okay, there’s two things I can suggest. First off, I’m wondering if you’re putting too much pressure on yourself to be an adult. I mean… it’s hard to say, but sometimes I wish I could be young again. Less responsibilities, and less people expecting the impossible of you. I know you’ve always been told that you need to grow up to impress people, but trying to mature before you’re ready can be a huge source of repressed anxiety. Maybe when you saw the decoration in that room, some small part of your mind wondered if it might be enjoyable to let yourself be young. Like, they say everyone has an inner child, and if you refuse to listen to it, you have trouble coping with more things.” “What are you saying?” Tess wasn’t sure if she understood or not, but she had to ask. “I’m saying… if you’re having problems, it might be healthy not to push yourself too hard. A little make-believe, pretend you’re a child again and let someone else take care of it. There are studies showing that it can be an effective way to deal with things like this. If worrying about your little problem is causing stress, and that stress keeps you awake, and lack of sleep makes the problem continue, then perhaps… If you say to yourself something like ‘It’s okay, I’m just a child, it’s not a problem’, then the worries will fade away. And you’ll be able to sleep properly.” “I don’t think so,” Tess shook her head. “You said two things. Both weird new age ideas? Because I’m not a baby and I’m never going to say I am.” “Well, rather than rushing to do laundry… you know that for some girls, the pelvic floor muscles aren’t fully developed until they’re sixteen, or a little older? Changing hormones can set your development back a bit in some ways, so it’s not entirely unusual for someone your age. So perhaps you could deal with the situation the same way others your age do. In your room, there’s a lot of stuff left behind by the people who lived here before. And I think I saw something in one of the drawers on the changing table–” “I don’t need diapers!” Tess almost yelled. “I know. But you should look. There’s some… padded underwear, for girls in exactly your situation. They’re not just for children, you know? The largest size says it’s for ages thirteen to sixteen, although I’ve never looked into what measurements that corresponds to. If you try some of those pyjama pants, it will at least mean you’re not rushing to do laundry without Ffrances noticing in the morning.” “But I’m not a baby,” Tess repeated, even though she knew the claim made little sense now. “I don’t need to–” “If you’re trying to be responsible, then you should be happy to use practical methods to deal with your problems. Refusing to take precautions is _not_ the behaviour of an adult. I’ve tried to cut you some slack while you’re adapting to a new place, but if you keep on acting like a toddler, throwing a tantrum when I suggest logical steps forward, I think I might have to reevaluate how we treat you.” Tess blinked, and searched for the words to reply. She’d never expected that aggressive tone coming from the cousin who had been so supportive. She wanted to argue, to yell that she wasn’t a baby, but she couldn’t see anything in there to argue with. Of course she should take some kind of precautions. Like Gabby said, it was the adult thing to do. But that would mean admitting she had a problem; to her cousin, and to herself. She’d even thought about it already, but decided that wearing diapers she didn’t really need was somehow even more embarrassing than having to wash her sheets two or three times every week. “I guess,” she mumbled. “Maybe just for a little while, until I’m sure it’s not going to happen again. It’s probably just stress anyway, it won’t keep on happening.” Gabby seemed satisfied with that. And Tess started to understand that her cousin really wasn’t trying to force her; she just wanted there to not be a problem anymore. “Did you talk to Ffrances?” Tess continued, hoping for any suggestion that might help her to avoid wearing diapers. “About the other thing. You said she might be able to help me sleep better.” “I didn’t want to bring it up unless you’re sure. But I can mention it to her. Ask if she’d be willing to help you out, just with a simple thing. But I think you’ll need the courage to ask her yourself. I’ll let her know you’re having trouble sleeping, and ask if that’s something she could help with. I won’t go into any detail about why, but I’ll ask her to help. And then if you want to ask her, you can decide how much you want to share.” “Thanks,” Tess mumbled. “Don’t worry. I promise, we’ll get this sorted out. And if you can take care of it like a big girl, I won’t have to talk to you about it again until you’re ready.” -
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By DiaperboyEddie12 · Posted
Last night well Sunday night I didn’t get much sleep either @DailyDi. But after I type this I’m am going to bed. I had wondering brain syndrome. couldn’t such the brain 🧠 down. -
By DiaperboyEddie12 · Posted
@Babypants I have mentioned the “About me” section on a few threads. But I see a lot of people on here don’t utilize it. Especially the ones looking for a mommy or daddy. I don’t suggest The female’s do it for looking for a daddy as they will get a lot of private messages. That are probably unwanted. But for someone like @peelover he should do an “About Me” profile add on. plus a normal profile pic doesn’t have to be them. can be of anything like a flower or just something.
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