Diaper References

yes we are seeing a counselor,and hes not helping out much at all about me being able to wear diapers  sorry it took me so liong to answer your question firefly. I am being careful what i say,or tell but i have changed churches felt the lord leading me to change churches. I  have ben feeling better overall since the church change. 

Drew The trip odometer rolled to 1014. Wow. Already over a thousand miles into their road trip and it felt like they just started.  The dashboard clock and starry night sky said otherwise.  So did Drew’s body. “So what do you think?” Tyler said. Drew stifled a yawn out of politeness. “Hm?” Tyler said. “What was that bud?” “The Star Wars Theory,” Tyler said, with a hint of confusion and hurt. “That Jar Jar Binks is a Sith Lord?” Drew ran his hand through his light brown, reddish hair; not that there was much left. He was still closer to thirty than to forty, but his hairline didn’t know the difference. Drew kept everything on top buzzed short so that one could always see his scalp and made up the difference with his beard. It wasn’t at hillbilly levels, but it was thick enough that he genuinely didn’t remember what his chin and cheek looked like anymore.   “Was he, though?,” Drew asked. “I don’t remember that.” Tyler narrowed his eyes, suspiciously. “Not officially,” he said. “It’s just a fan theory.”  Tyler looked confused and exasperated. They’d been friends for many years, but the pair were constantly prone to miscommunication. This was because Drew had something of a naturally flat monotone in his inflection along with a serious case of resting stoned face; even while sober.  He was excellent at bluffing in poker. His dry sense of humor, and love of trolling caused the lightest bit of friction between himself and his found family.  He loved pretending to misunderstand things and have people have to repeat and over explain themselves. The building frustration and then annoyed relief when he said “I’m just fuckin’ with you” was like poetry.  That kind of trolling was the height of comedy to him.  He’d once ad-libbed a long elaborate joke with zero point to it and strung everyone along for close to ten minutes.  The punchline had been, “No, no, Clown. Fuck you.”  He’d been the only one to laugh because the point of the joke was to waste everyone’s time in listening to it and have an underwhelming punchline.  The failure was what made it funny. The downside of being a perpetual boy who cried wolf is that Britney, Tyler, and Christy were constantly wondering if any given misunderstanding or long story on his part was just another set up for a stupid joke only he really got. “Are you fucking with me right now?” Tyler asked. “No, bud,” Drew shook his head. “Sorry. I just zoned out for a second. Kinda tired.” The sun hadn’t been up when they started this morning, and it was back down again. “Oh shit,” Tyler took on a worried and apologetic tone.  “Do you want to pull over? I can drive if you ne-.” “No thanks,” Drew shook his head. “I’m good. So what were you saying? Jar Jar? Sith?” Tyler opened his mouth to start again, and blanched, likely wondering whether Drew was being polite or not. “You sure?”  “Yeah, bud. Go ahead.” In so many ways the two men were complimentary opposites of one another.  Tyler wasn’t completely clean shaven, but only broke out a razor once or twice a week; leaving his face with a nigh perpetual five o’clock shadow.  His light blonde hair with green highlights was messy and unkempt most days. His features were rounder than Drew’s, too, though he carried it well enough to not seem fat.  It’s just that as they aged out of their twenties and into their thirties, Tyler’s metabolism had slowed down but his dietary choices hadn’t gotten the memo quite yet, even though his waistline certainly was starting to catch on. Conversely, Tyler was talkative, expressive, and an easy read. He was also something of a hyperactive geek. If anyone let him, he’d ramble for hours about different cartoons, comics, movies; whatever people allowed him to talk about, really.  Listening to Tyler talk was easy. Getting a word in edgewise once he started was the challenge. He wasn’t self-absorbed or rude; his mind just wouldn’t stay still once it started up.   Over the years, Tyler had become aware of that fact, and was now becoming self-conscious. There were times when Drew could tell that Tyler was holding back a torrent of useless trivia like a little kid trying and failing to keep a secret. Britney thought Tyler probably had undiagnosed ADHD, but had confided to her husband that she didn’t think it was her place to say.  Tyler was fairly sensitive, after all. Always had been since they were kids. Speaking of Britney, Drew’s wife tapped him on the shoulder from the backseat. “Babe? Maybe we should pull over.” Shorter and plumper with big hips, and long billowing raven hair, Brittney was group’s designated ‘Mom Friend’.  Every group had one, and Britney excelled in her role. Objectively speaking, ‘Mom Friend’ was just another way of saying ‘leader without leading’.  Britney planned and prepared everything. She’d introduced Tyler and Christy to one another back in highschool;  planned both sets of weddings; and was the driving force for pretty much every outing, double date, and group vacation the four friends undertook, including this one.  Now that they were all very much adults, Britney was the primary driving force behind their friendships doing something other than fading into nostalgia. When Britney wanted something done, it got done. It got done in the nicest, softest, gentlest, most diplomatic way possible, but it was going to get done.  All Drew had to do was accept that, and help her make it happen while ensuring that her own ambition didn’t stress her out. Drew let out another yawn. “I think I’ve got another hour or two in me,” he said. “We’ve driven for longer, right?” “Yeah,” Tyler said. “When we were kids. We’re getting old dude.” A soft smile crept up from Drew’s chin.  That wasn’t that long ago. Also, the man had just been giving a thesis on why a cartoon rabbit was actually supposed to be the main villain of a movie he hadn’t watched since before his voice cracked. “I might have to pee,” Christy chirped in.  “So pulling over might become a necessity.” Drew stopped an annoyed grunt. Christy always had to pee. Tyler’s wife might as well have the bladder of a four year old.  It wasn’t her fault. When you had to go, you had to go. They just would have made better time if Christy didn’t need to piss every two hours. Christy was technically the youngest, but only by a year. The way she naturally looked and dressed exaggerated the difference. Like Drew, she was skinny, though not as boney as he. She kept her light brown hair short in a bob cut, and dressed in comfortable rainbow colored clothes. The breast reduction surgery she’d had a few years ago had helped her with her back problems.  From the wrong angle, it made her look like she was thirteen and not thirty.  Until she opened her mouth and spoke.   Christy wasn’t as loquacious as her partner, but there was a good chance when she opened her mouth, that she’d say something either oddly poignant or darkly, comedically inappropriate. She’d been best friends with Britney since elementary school, the story went, practically right out of diapers. When she’d developed a crush on Tyler in highschool, some matchmaking had occurred via Britney, resulting in a positively adorkable couple that had stayed strong through over a decade. Then Drew had come across them in college and the trio had become a quartet. “Come on, babe,” Britney gently coaxed. “We covered a lot of ground. You did good today. Let’s get some sleep.” “Yeah,” Tyler agreed. “Let’s look for a hotel or something.”  His eyes were already scanning the highway.  Britney had declared it. Tyler knew what was up. “Yes,” Christy agreed. “Hotel. Hotel good.”  She was jittering in the backseat.  Nerves or just a nervous bladder? Was there a difference? “Kind of cramped.  Tired.  Overstimulated.” It had been a while since any of them had slept in a car.  They were a little bit older and just a little bit softer.  Drew was too. He just didn’t want to admit it.  For all the freedom they now had, it could be hard not being in highschool sometimes. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s start looking.”  Spending a couple hours horizontally would do his body good.  It also meant he didn’t have to grapple with somebody else driving. Tyler was a terrible driver. “You okay?” Britney asked so gently that even in the car, only he could hear. “Yeah.” Drew said.  Britney reached her hand forward and he gave it a kiss.  “Just tired.” “Let’s get some sleep.”  Tension rose half an hour later.  They’d picked the wrong stretch of interstate to get exhausted.  “Do you think transporter technology like in Star Trek is actual teleporting?” Tyler mused. “Or do you think it’s like, it kills you, clones you, and puts the clone somewhere else?” Tyler never was very good with silences. “How would the clone have your memoirs? Britney asked. She was humoring him. Trying to keep the peace by giving him someone to geek-splain to. “Your memories and stuff are just little wrinkles on your brain. If it constructs you atom by atom, same wrinkles, same mem-” “Sweetheart,” Christy cut him off.  “I have to pee.” “Got it.” Tyler gulped. “Looking.” Drew’s eyes honed in on an exit sign.  Lodging!  “Found one!”  He slammed on the accelerator so hard he could almost smell the burning rubber. They took the exit and a sharp right turn into an empty motel lot. Drew threw the car into park and exhaled.  He really was tired. He’d really thought he could make it eighteen hours on the road and had crapped out at just around fifteen. Dang it sucked getting old. “Are we sure it’s open?” Britney asked. “I don’t see any other cars. And the lights are all out. “They better be,” Christy said, “Or I’m pissing behind the dumpster!” “I’ll go check,” Drew said. There was a front area with a large glass window. It was also the only place that had a working overhead light.  That was most likely where he was going to get a key, if this place wasn’t abandoned.  He opened up the door and stepped out, leaving the keys in the ignition. “Be back in a second.” “We’re not going anywhere,” Tyler called back.   Drew flashed a thumbs up but kept walking.  The glass was heavily tinted and unnecessarily wide. It reminded Drew of a drive through bank teller window, without the pneumatic tubes. The little red button connected to a speaker, added to the parallels.  He pushed the button. BZZZZZT! “Hello?” A gravelly, static crackling voice called back over the speaker. “What do you want?” Drew felt himself tense up. Wasn’t it obvious?  He probably just woke a night clerk up or something.  “Yeah. I’m looking to get a room for the night.” “How many?” “Four,” Drew said. He held up his fingers, incase his voice wasn’t coming across the intercom clearly. “Rooms? Four rooms?” The unseen clerk asked. “No, no, no.” Drew shook his head. “Four people.” “How old?” That was a weird question. “No kids. Just adults.” There was a pause of about thirty seconds. Then Drew heard the squealing squeaking of metal.  He looked down and flap had opened up beneath the window, like a mailbox. In it was a single motel key.  “Okay. Here you go.” Drew didn’t reach in.  “Um…what about money?” “Money?”  The drawer closed. “Yes. Card please.” “How much?”  Drew asked, reaching for his wallet.  “Five…?” “Five hundred?” Drew gasped. This dump wasn’t worth five hundred bucks a night. “No. Not five hundred. One hundred…and five. Sorry. Bad transmission.  The drawer squeaked open again.  “Pay here.” Drew took out his credit card and dropped it in. “Do you want my I.D. or anything?” “No,” the voice crackled back.  A second later, the drawer creaked open again, now with the key. “Here’s your key.” Drew was puzzled. What was going on with this asshole?  “What about my card?” The drawer closed and opened yet again. “Okay. Here’s the key and card.” Drew reached in and grabbed both. “You ran it? The card?” “Ran? Yes.” “Do you need me to sign anything?” “No. You’re fine. Now go to bed. Room 1.” Had he been ten years younger, Drew might have raised a bigger stink about the man behind the glass’s tone.  As things stood, he was tired, and just wanted to sleep. He didn’t care.  Asshole might be the only person running the joint. As this wasn’t a Waffle House, and Drew didn’t want to get shot from behind tinted glass, he took the key, shut his mouth and went back to the car. “Room?” Britney asked. “Yup,” Drew said. “Got one.” “How big?” Tyler asked. “I told the guy there were four of us. This is what he gave me.”  Drew pulled around in the empty parking lot in front of the first room. “But is it like, two beds?” Tyler asked.  Drew shrugged. “Probably.”  Most motels had a standard two queens. He cut the engine and got back out.   Christy stopped fidgeting, and grinned big and toothy like a horse.  “It’s gonna happen...” Tyler smacked his forehead. “Stop saying that!” He whined.  He got out of the front seat and opened the door for his wife. “What?” Christy giggled. Suddenly able to ignore her bladder.  “It’s gonna happen.” “Christy,” Britney moaned, exhausted. “It’s not going to happen. Just give it up.” “No,” Christy said. “One day we’re all just gonna get naked in front of each other. It’s going to happen. I don’t even mean sex or anything. We’re just all gonna be nuuuuude.”  This prediction had leapt out of Christy’s mouth on her twenty-first birthday, and she’d never let it go.  Drew had his odd duck sense of humor. Christy had hers. “Yeah,” Drew said. “Maybe. Not tonight though.  Come on. Let’s sleep.” Christy trotted up to the door, resuming her potty dance. “First pee. Then sleep.”  Britney followed behind him. “You know, it doesn’t have to be that order…” she teased.  “Ew, no!” Christy was also something of a germaphobe.  “Gross.” Britney pressed her attack. “Just saying. Babies do it all the time. Very efficient. Maybe we’re doing it wrong.” Christy shook her head. “Just let me pee!” Tyler brought up the rear. “Dibs on the best one,” he called. “Whichever one that is that I decide.” It was meant to be a joke…not all jokes landed. Most of Tyler’s didn’t. Gathered on the stoop of the motel room, Drew inserted the key into the lock turned it, and pushed open the door. Like an atomic bomb, a flash of light engulfed the quartet, and with it a strange moistureless cold, like the vacuum of space ran over their skin.   It lasted for less than as second but it was the kind of chill that lingered after. “FUCK!” Drew cursed, rubbing his eyes.  The hell was that? Some kind of motion sensor connected to a couple of high beams? “JESUS!” More than just the light had changed. It was hotter all of a sudden. Brighter. It felt like the sun was on their skin.  Birds chirped and squirrels chittered. Sounds of car engines humming and horns honking signaled in the periphery, as did lawnmowers. The smell of grass filled their nostrils.  It was daylight, and they were outside. “The fuck was that?” Tyler spoke up after much groaning and grunting. “Why is it daylight?” “Guys?” Britney said. Drew blinked away the fuzziness.  More than the time was wrong.  There were rows of houses and picket fences. They’d gone from a roadside motel next to the highway into the middle of suburbia.  “Where are we?” Drew thought asking out loud might get him an answer.  It didn’t make any sense.  There was no rational explanation. “Did we get teleported?” Tyler asked. “Am I a clone?” “Not funny dude.”  “Sorry. “Guys?” Britney said again. “What?” Drew asked, trying to hold onto his calm. “What’s wrong, babe?” “Why is everything so big?”   Britney cut to the heart of the matter.  There were houses and front porches, and lawns with gnomes, but they all seemed much, much bigger than they should.  Drew took a couple steps forward, to see if it was a trick of the light or forced perspective.  Chain link could have been closer to rock climbing walls at the gym. The empty street was a gray asphalt river. The houses all seemed like they were only one story, structure wise, but everyone was still unconsciously craning their necks. Ten steps forward, and ten steps back, and the eerily pleasant neighborhood seemed no less huge. “Is it big?” Tyler wondered.  He jogged up to a bush that went up to just above his head. “Or did we shrink?”  He looked at his clothes and his hands, as if that would help anything.  “Help!” Christy squeaked.  The other three whirled around. Christy was standing in the exact spot she’d found herself in after Drew opened the door. Everyone else had paced or moved or turned around and taken in the bizarre sights. Christy hadn’t, and it was evident from the puddle at her feet. “I…I peed!”

ethier it be spring, summer, fall, or winter, its the same thing nothing but my diaper.

Hey everyone I am Fay, I am new to modding and creating ABDL related topics but I have made texture packs and pixel art so when I found out NappyCraft didn't include any ABDL related mods I opted to create a add-on for it. Cutie Bootie adds at this time 6 new ABDL related diapers, also a wet meter rather then a command that NappyCraft needs, We are fully working with NappyCraft 1.21.1 version 1.1.1.0 and up but I have also made a lightweight library for people that dislike Regressia's ideas but I think more diapers the better so I say use NappyCraft and enjoy is diapers we don't need to worry about his ideas. You can find my mod on my website https://quimisfay.co.uk/cutiebootie.php and you can find NappyCraft on Modrinth https://modrinth.com/mod/nappycraft Diapers I have added so far  - Rebels  - Cammie Pink and Blue  - Classico My own brand  - Pride V1  - Bio-Mass I have 3 more diapers in the works You can also ask here or on discord for me to try and add a different diaper style. I am new to this so please give me time, I am also autistic so I do take things to heart a lot, like right now Modrinth as taken 3 weeks and counting to review my work and I seen other mods that was posted 3 days ago reviewed and accepted to day so I really upset with them no reason given part from it's in the list to be done, well why isn't it been done it's not a complex mod and it's unfair to leave me waiting. See the rant above, I go really deep in to my head lol  But I have loved making this diaper mod so far  I plan to add  - Bottles - More food  - Dummies

Hi 👋 everybody. I hope you all are having a wonderful day so far. Getting down to the final 10 chapters of the story. Don’t forget to like and comment below your favorite parts. After this story concludes I’ll be taking a break from posting stories. Please check out my other stories, “Group Project”, Missing Piece”, and Walk In The (dog) Park”. Without further ado…..   Chapter 55: By the time they started making their way out of EPCOT, the sky had softened into evening.   Jack’s energy had finally run its course.   He sat in the stroller, quiet at first… then quieter.   His head tilted slightly to the side.   Flopsy tucked under his arm.   Mickey ears still perched, just a little crooked.   ⸻   “…Daddy…” he murmured, voice fading.   “I’m here,” Marcus said gently.   Jack didn’t answer again.   His eyes had already closed.   ⸻   The walk to the bus was calm, unhurried.   Jill adjusted the stroller blanket lightly, making sure he was comfortable.   “He made it,” she whispered.   Marcus smiled. “Barely.”   ⸻   On the bus ride back to Disney’s Art of Animation Resort, Jack didn’t stir once.   The gentle motion kept him asleep, his breathing soft and even.   One small hand still rested on his lanyard.   Pins lightly tapping together with each subtle movement.   ⸻   Back at the hotel, Marcus carefully lifted him from the stroller.   Jack shifted slightly but didn’t wake—just leaned into him, completely relaxed.   “…got you,” Marcus whispered.   ⸻   Inside the room, the lights stayed low.   Jill quietly helped with a quick, gentle change—keeping everything as smooth and minimal as possible so he could stay asleep.   Then Marcus laid him down in the portable crib.   ⸻   Jack settled instantly.   Curled slightly to one side.   Pacifier placed gently in his mouth.   Flopsy tucked close.   ⸻   Marcus turned on the baby monitor, the soft glow confirming everything was set.   “He’s out,” he said quietly.   Jill nodded. “He had a full day.”   ⸻   They stepped out onto the balcony together, closing the door softly behind them.   The night air was warm.   Calm.   A contrast to the busy parks.   ⸻   Marcus handed Jill a glass.   “Disney-themed wine,” he said with a small smile.   Jill laughed softly, taking it. “We earned this.”   ⸻   They clinked glasses lightly and took a sip, leaning against the railing.   In the distance—faint but unmistakable—fireworks lit up the sky near Magic Kingdom.   ⸻   Jill watched them quietly.   “…four parks,” she said.   Marcus nodded. “Four days.”   ⸻   She exhaled softly.   “All that planning…”   Marcus glanced at her. “…paid off.”   ⸻   Another burst of fireworks lit the sky.   Colors reflecting faintly in their eyes.   ⸻   Jill rested her head lightly against Marcus’s shoulder.   “He was so happy,” she said.   Marcus smiled. “That’s what matters.”   ⸻   They stood there in comfortable silence for a while, watching the distant show.   No crowds.   No noise around them.   Just the two of them—and the quiet knowledge of everything they’d shared.   ⸻   Inside, Jack slept peacefully.   Outside, the last of the fireworks faded into the night.   ⸻   Jill squeezed Marcus’s hand gently.   “Last park day,” she said.   Marcus nodded. “But not the last memory.”   ⸻   And as the sky darkened again—the fourth Disney day came to a close, leaving behind a quiet, full, and unforgettable kind of happiness.     Chapter 56:  Morning came gently on their final day at Disney’s Art of Animation Resort.   Soft sunlight slipped through the curtains, and for a moment, everything was still.   Then—   a small stir.   ⸻   Jack shifted in his portable crib, blinking awake slowly.   “…Mommy?” he murmured.   Jill was already moving, stepping over quietly and lifting him into her arms.   “I’m right here,” she whispered.   ⸻   Marcus stretched from the bed, glancing over with a sleepy smile. “Morning, buddy.”   Jack leaned into Jill, still waking up.   “…morning,” he said softly.   ⸻   Jill carried him over to the changing area, keeping everything calm and gentle.   “Let’s get you ready for the day,” she said.   Jack held onto her shirt lightly, still a little sleepy but cooperative.   ⸻   A quick check confirmed it.   “Time for a fresh one,” Jill said softly.   Jack nodded faintly.   “…okay.”   ⸻   Marcus grabbed a towel on his way to the bathroom. “I’ll jump in the shower.”   Jill nodded. “We’ll be here.”   ⸻   While the shower started, Jill finished getting Jack cleaned up and comfortable again.   “All done,” she said, smoothing his outfit.   Jack looked up at her, eyes softer now.   “…snuggle?” he asked.   ⸻   Jill smiled warmly and settled into the chair, holding him close.   “Of course.”   ⸻   The room stayed quiet, the sound of the shower running in the background.   Jack relaxed against her, calm and content, easing fully into the morning.   Jill gently brushed his hair back, her thoughts drifting.   Last morning here, she thought.   ⸻   When Marcus finished, he stepped out, drying his hair.   He paused for a moment, watching them.   A small smile forming.   ⸻   A little while later, Jill stood, now fully ready for the day.   Marcus stepped in, reaching for Jack.   “Alright, my turn,” he said playfully.   Jack went willingly, a small grin forming.   “…Daddy.”   ⸻   Marcus lifted him up slightly, making a silly face.   Jack blinked—   then giggled.   A real one.   ⸻   “There it is,” Marcus laughed, bouncing him gently.   Jack laughed again, louder this time.   “Again!”   ⸻   Marcus leaned in closer, exaggerating another silly expression.   Jack squealed with laughter now, the last bits of sleep completely gone.   ⸻   Jill watched from nearby, smiling as she finished getting herself ready.   The sound of Jack’s laughter filled the room.   Light.   Easy.   Happy.   ⸻   Marcus spun him just a little, careful but playful.   “Ready for one more Disney day?” he asked.   Jack nodded quickly between giggles.   “Ready!”   ⸻   Jill stepped over, placing a gentle hand on Jack’s back.   “Last day,” she said softly.   Jack looked between them.   “…best trip,” he said.   ⸻   Marcus smiled. “Yeah. It really has been.”   ⸻   And just like that—the final day began, not with rushing—but with laughter, warmth, and the kind of quiet happiness that only comes from being exactly where you want to be.