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Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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I think I've mentioned before the possibility that the nappy user experience may well be different in this case. If he's been left double incontinent then clearly hyper-miling a full nappy is a terrible idea. Terrible for the user, more specifically the user's skin and also for anybody else in the same building... I'll leave it to you to figure out how to delicately discern THAT little data point. Assuming double IC though, the whole value proposition of those ABDL diapers gets a little degraded. I'm not sure what the answer is there. -
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By Kitty Angel · Posted
133. Our Household “Tess?” I called out as I kicked off the uncomfortable formal shoes. “Are you here?” Ffrances called as well, in case Tess somehow hadn’t heard us come in. I could hear movement upstairs, but this time it sounded like she was in the spare room. No matter how much I tried to help her, it seemed that she was determined to keep playing at being a grown-up. I didn’t know what else to do. I might have sighed with my frustration then; Ffrances could certainly tell that my happiness after today had just taken a knock. “Don’t be a bitch, Gabby,” she said. “Please?” “I won’t,” I answered right away. “I promise. I’m sorry, I just… I promise, I only want to–” I might have said more, but I didn’t want to have this conversation in front of Tess, and I could hear her footsteps at the top of the stairs. I stopped talking quickly, and turned to kiss my fiancée instead before she came around the corner. When our lips parted, I turned to see Tess halfway down the stairs, looking as nervous as I had ever seen her. And behind her, there was… I blinked, and did a double-take. My first impression was that I had somehow strayed into a horror movie, but once I forced myself to think clearly I could see a figure partially obscured by bandages. And protruding from the bandages, a straggly beard that seemed kind of familiar. Spike. The predator was here in my house, and he hadn’t even asked for my approval. My fist clenched involuntarily, and then I forced myself to relax. My mind was racing now, and there were more details to account for than I could process at once. He was hurt. I thought back to Ffrances telling me about the incident with Tess and Duke. They were in the hospital. That was what she had said. I’d skipped over it at the time because I was terrified to think that I had caused harm to come to my little girl. But if Spike was still in bandages, I knew that I should have felt guilt over that too. And I should have been angry because Tess thought she was mature enough to do something like this without my approval. But as the words were forming behind my lips, I knew right away that I couldn’t say that. Ffrances had made it very clear. I had told Tess that the jerk could move in unless Ffrances said no; and Ffrances had told her that she could assume she had approval until she explicitly heard otherwise. If I went by the letter of what I had promised, that boy was entitled to be here until I could persuade Ffrances otherwise; and as soon as I thought back over what she had said in the car, I knew that I’d been the only one in the dark. Ffrances had known that this guy was going to be here. She knew that Tess and Spike were spending the day together. I didn’t know how much detail their conversation had gone into, but I knew when I looked at my fiancée that she approved of this. And she had said in no uncertain terms that I was on thin ice. I couldn’t say no to whatever Tess planned. Of course, Ffrances hadn’t thought anything like this would happen when she demanded that. But now I had to prove to her that I could keep my promises. I could try to persuade her later that she needed to put her foot down so that we could protect the innocence of the children. I might have said something on impulse, and tried to take back the words. But Tess was glaring at me, telling me that Spike had moved in. He already lived in the spare room; that would have been why she was hiding all of her diapers back in the nursery this morning. Now that I knew, I hated that I’d missed that interpretation. “I said I’d ask you!” I said to Ffrances. I was already sure that she knew, but it was hard to believe that Tess had gone behind my back like this. Sure, Ffrances didn’t mind. But shouldn’t Tess have waited, to give me time to ask her first? As soon as I said the words, I remembered what I had said to Ffrances earlier. And that I’d had plenty of chances to ask her today, like I’d promised Tess I would. I was in the wrong here, and there was no way to deny it. On the day I’d expected us to become a proper family, I found that there was a very real possibility of my fiancée leaving me if I said the wrong thing. Because I had lied to her. Because I had lied. That was the important thing. It would have been so easy to reframe this as some kind of trickery. But when I really thought about it, I knew that this was all my fault. And now I just had to ride out the storm, because I had no idea what else Ffrances and Tess had agreed on. If I wanted my little girl in the nursery, and my fiancée by my side, I needed to go along with whatever they demanded. Until I could make Ffrances realise that it wasn’t a good idea, at least. “Were you intending to lie to Tess?” Ffrances was asking, while I was lost in my thoughts. “Because it might surprise you to learn this, but I actually care about her mental health. She asked me, and I said I approve. Then she asked you, and you said that it’s okay for Spike to be here as long as me and her parents approve. So I called John to double check, and he gave his blessing. So… where’s the problem?” There was no problem. Or there was, but I couldn’t mention it. Because Ffrances didn’t see a problem, and kicking the stalker out now would destroy Ffrances’s trust in me. Plus, if I hadn’t completely misunderstood the conversation whirling past me as I was lost in my thoughts, Spike had been staying in Ffrances’s spare room in Pine Ridge for a while? And she was proposing that he and Tess could both go back there if I didn’t let both stay here? I might not have approved of two teens spending time under the same roof, but having them in the same room would surely be worse. And after the last message from the Naylors, I didn’t doubt which side her parents would be on. They thought that Spike could be trusted, just because he’d convinced them he was gay. I couldn’t just say that I didn’t trust him; I needed to find some evidence to prove it, or convince him that he didn’t want to do anything to Tess. Well, I already had plans that could help with that. But for now, I had to put up with the presence of a boy in my house. And perhaps, I told myself, I could actually learn that he wasn’t so bad. I couldn’t believe it, not now. But Ffrances had seemed so sure, and I had promised that I would always respect her decisions. She owned me, more than I was comfortable admitting to anyone else. If I really trusted my Mistress to make the decisions, I had to give serious thought to the possibility that she was right in every situation. Even when it went directly against what my instincts were telling me. “You didn’t say today,” I grumbled, hoping that they would take it as a sign of resignation rather than a complaint. He was in my house now, and there was nothing I could do to change that. Thankfully, Ffrances thought it was a good moment to change the subject, and all of this could be put off until later. Ten minutes later, we were all sitting in the lounge. I was facing Ffrances over the coffee table, putting me in a perfect place to watch her expression as she turned the pages of her gift. Thankfully she was able to act as a buffer between the two teens; ensuring that I could trust the bandaged boy just a little more so long as he wasn’t in a position where he could actually touch my baby girl. I wanted to say something, but I was still trying to get my mind around what Tess had told me a few seconds before. She said that she was willing to be my baby. She made it sound like it was some kind of reward for letting her friend stay; but I could see how much she wanted the chance to be little. She had promised me that Spike’s presence here wouldn’t stop her from regressing, as if she thought that was my biggest worry. I’d thought it was crazy that she would think that was more significant than what he might do to her when nobody else was around. I knew better than anyone what subtle gaslighting from a boy could do to a young person. But now I was sitting here, I wondered if she was actually right. I’d thought so many times about this boy hurting her, and how I could prevent it. But I still couldn’t imagine it actually happening. Maybe what I’d feared all along was her not being a baby anymore. So if she promised me she would keep her innocence… Would that be good enough to stop me worrying about her? I didn’t know, but the fact that she had been willing to get changed before we all sat here, and now had fluffy socks on and ribbons in her hair. Enough that I knew the oldest set of posthypnotic suggestions would be working in her subconscious, pushing her to feel and act like a child. In that state, I was sure, any boy trying to take advantage of her would be put off by her seeming more innocent than she had before. I knew that he’d tried to do something awful to her when he’d seen her regressed before, but I was also confident that after that first attempt, she wouldn’t put up with him pushing her limits again. Tess was safe tonight; she was too innocent to let him corrupt her, and if he pushed harder she was sure to make a fuss. I took a deep breath as Ffrances opened her comic book. As she turned each page, I was reading upside down. That meant I was taking a little longer to read than I normally would, but there was plenty of time. The illustrations in the comics were detailed. I had known that even before I actually gave in and started reading them. An ornament on a character’s desk, or all the titles on his bookshelves, could yield a whole novel worth of secrets. These subtle clues would tell the careful reader what had happened to a bunch of characters who weren’t actually taking part in the main story. And Ffrances was always determined to find as many of these subtle pointers as she could, to understand the meaning of every little detail, before she read what her online friends had found. She would spend an hour on each page, pointing out all the details she had spotted to the baby and the boy; and the three of them would dive into conversation about what all those little things might mean, or whether they agreed with Ffrances’s conclusions. I felt left out of the conversation for a good part of that. I could understand what some of them had said, but I couldn’t really join in the conversation, because my whole attention was focused on the ring in my pocket, and spotting when was the right moment to take it out. Still, I chatted along a little, and tried to work out if I could learn to really be a part of the comics community that had made my fiancée so happy. A couple of pages went past before I realised that I was laughing when Spike added his own joke interpretations to some of the sillier details. He was good at coming up with something that sounded entirely serious, like what the more obsessive fans would come up with, but drew more from crazy conspiracy theories than the mythology of Kernigan’s comics. It was a style of humour that I had come to associate with Isaac Malarkey’s husband; but the Spike kid carried it so well that it was hard not to laugh when he said those things. And I started to wonder if I had misjudged him. If I’d met him in a comic shop talking about this stuff, without me knowing anything about his background or his dangerous obsession with my little girl, I might actually have grown to like him. If I saw him as a person, rather than a young man, he was positively charismatic. But I couldn’t analyse my feelings on that matter any longer. Ffrances was turning the page again, to a large spread of Mnemonic Harry diving through the screen with a cloud of other people’s emails represented as paper notes in the air around him. In one corner of this page was a message that Kernigan had included for me, telling Ffrances just how much I loved her. And I needed to be ready to pull the ring out the instant she read it. My heart was pounding, and I knew that I wouldn’t even be able to speak. But that didn’t matter now; my words were already on the page. In only a few minutes, a half hour at the most, Ffrances would be my fiancée for real. And when I thought about it I knew right away that there was nothing more important to me in the whole world. I watched her expression, and I waited. -
By Lilmisschipmunk · Posted
You’re a very talented writer. I really liked this story with its antics right up to chapter 53 and the insanely abusive daycare worker. Alexa should 1000% have been allowed to press charges and Diane had no right acting the way she did. Alexa has literally saved her kids lives, her husband’s life, her life; and then her reaction to the situation is “well you deserved it for not shutting the fuck up and obeying!” I miss Carol, with her it was a sweet story full of misunderstandings but a caring friend, with Diane it’s just controlling and abusive in a very uncomfortable way. I originally thought that while she was super unlucky with events, she was super lucky in the people she had to care for her, but Diane broke that streak. This is a woman who previously beat Alexa until she nearly bled, her children should be taken away by the government. The mixup’s and misunderstandings were funny and cute when I knew Alexa had someone in her corner, but now the antics are just painful scenes of abuse. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
I'm thinking Tacos when I get off work. I have to get that hamburger used up. I'm also waiting to hear if I'll be off this weekend or next weekend, since my relief is on medical leave.
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