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Diaper References
Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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I've never used it for bedwetting, but I think a xanax prescription could make it happen. From the only time I've tried it, it put me to sleep like no other drug ever has (on the couch in the middle of a huge party). Apparently it is a muscle relaxant too, so maybe that could help with wetting. Edit - Not a recommendation to take unpersribed drugs. -
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By Draco_Americanus · Posted
Meet the challenge in the middle? change your diaper while on said couch then one has too never leave -
Yeah I believe that was the tally after both towers had collapsed. We lost a LOT of 1st responders going in instead of evacuating. A LOT of idiots who didn't take evac serious enough too. -
By widdlemikey · Posted
Chapter 59 Still naked, I gathered up all the clothes strewn between the bottom of the stairs and the kitchen. I loaded them all in the washer and started it. I put the highchair back in the corner and figured out how to rinse out the breast pump machine. The milk it had extracted, I put in a bottle for later and placed it in the fridge. Then I rinsed off my chastity cage and dried it. I finished cleaning up and then I went quietly back up the stairs. She was still lying just as I left her, even her hands hadn’t moved. I stepped quietly to her vanity and placed my cage in its reserved spot. It seemed symbolic. My willingly giving it back to her, letting her know that I belong to her. But I wasn’t horny just now, and I felt a slight chill. I pondered what to wear and grabbed a polo shirt. But what about some bottoms? Do I trust myself to wear a pair of her panties? I’m not sure I even HAVE any underwear anymore… Or should I do the responsible thing and… I reached for one of my diapers and walked quietly out of the room. In the guest room/ nursery, I lay on the bed long enough to tape myself into the diaper. Then I sat at the computer and unpaused my game. Time to kill that ‘boss’ monster. --- --- --- I woke up with a shiver, without opening my eyes I reached for the blanket and pulled it up around me. As I shifted and squirmed, I felt something and reached between my legs. A diaper… I had asked Tom for that… I wasn’t sure of my own body after… Oh yeah… that was incredible… just like I had fantasized several times before. Only this time, it was with Tom and he made my fantasy come true. I can’t believe I let him in on one of my kinkiest, most perverted fantasies… Ouch!!! My leg… I must have pulled a muscle… So worth it though… completely helpless… forced to cum again and again…. And again…. It was like my body wasn’t my own…. It was completely out of my control… I couldn’t get away from his treatment of me… I’m glad I had him put that diaper on me… between being fucked in the ass and convulsing like that… I lost all control and even… I felt my face flush as I remembered how it felt, after the second orgasm, my body relaxed so much I wet myself. But then the third time—the non-stop intensity of the vibrator, my muscles pulling hard, my stomach bearing down so hard it forced his cum and my own poop right out of my ass. God… who would have thought that cumming and pooping at the same time…. And dear Tom, didn’t say anything about it. Took it all in stride. He just took me into the shower, took care of me and put me to bed. I gently reached under the blanket to cup one breast. My nipple wasn’t swollen anymore but still a bit tender. When it’s time to breastfeed my little Tommy, I hope he’s gentle. Speaking of Tom… I slowly sat up. I looked around the room for a moment. I saw it on my vanity. Right where it was a week ago. I guessed that was his way of saying, ‘it’s okay Mommy… I’m happy the way things are… I forgive you for keeping it on me a week…’ I shivered again. I didn’t really want a bra, but I didn’t want anything loose, that might chaff against my breasts. I settled for one of Tom’s polo shirts. Soft cotton, snugly stretched around my boobs was just what the doctor ordered. I giggled… Or should I say… ‘veterinarian’ lol … I saw his computer game was paused, but he wasn’t in the guest room. I went downstairs to search. I heard the same loud crinkle I’ve heard from his diaper many times now. But for once, it was from me as I waddled a bit, going from room to room. I found him in the laundry, just punching the button to start the dryer. He looked up and smiled, he said simply, “Hi Mommy… have a nice nap?” I grinned and gave him a hug. I whispered in his ear, “I sure did. And look at my good little boy, doing laundry for Mommy. And I see you put away all the things from lunch.” I glanced at the closet and wondered… Hope you saved those pieces of rope. We may need them again sometime… He smiled and reached for my arms as he nodded, “cuz I’m a good boy for Mommy.” And there it is… switched back just as easily as a light switch. He’s my good little boy again. “You may have to wear a long-sleeved blouse to work on Monday.” I blinked and looked down where he was holding both of my hands. Yes, around each of my wrists were some red rope burns. I felt myself blushing a little. He was right of course, if I show up to work with these marks exposed, people will know my weekend was… ‘unconventional’. As I looked my wrists over, turning them back and forth, he was quiet. He was staring at them and didn’t say anything. I could almost read his mind though. I whispered softly as I reached for his chin, “Don’t be upset sweetie… I’m not mad about it.” As I looked into his eyes, he gently whispered, “Should… should I go put it back on? It’s not Monday yet and… and I hurt you again.” I shook my head and tried to smile as I answered, “No. You did just what I wanted. Just what I asked.” He didn’t seem convinced though, I could see it in his eyes as he whimpered a little, “But… but it hurt you… and… and you even…. In the diaper I made you wear.” I hugged him against me and rubbed his back for a minute. Then I said, “think of it like how you think of spankings. I know they hurt your bottom, but—deep down, you feel better afterwards. A little mark on my wrist is like you having a little bruise on your bottom. A little painful… but something we each need sometimes.” As he hugged me and nodded against my shoulder, I was actually a bit relieved. He’s not a sadist like some doms I know of. But he’s good at his role. He can act the way I need him to, but I can trust him. The way you came running when I said ‘Denver’. Some doms might have taken their time, but you understand. I trusted you before, but now I’m more sure than ever. I gently pushed us apart and smiled, “I need something to drink. Would my little boy like some milk and cookies?” His grin was all the answer I needed. I gently took his hand and led him to the kitchen. I stopped by the counter, turned, pointed to the floor and snapped my fingers. The little darling knew just what I wanted and quickly folded his legs as he plopped his diapered bottom onto the floor, legs spread out in front of him. I smiled and simply said, “Good boy… now you stay right there while Mommy fixes us a snack.” I could feel his eyes following me as I went back and forth around the kitchen. I COULD have done it more efficiently, but I stretched it out to make more trips across the room in front of him. And sure enough, when I put the small bottle of vanilla extract back in the cabinet with the other spices, I saw his hand reaching right where I expected; between his legs and cupping the front of his diaper. I turned back and waited a moment for the kettle to finish heating some water for my tea. I rested my padded rump against the counter as I grinned at him and teased, “Is my little Tommy having some fun? Playing with your little peepee?” I smiled to myself, the way he still blushes when I treat him this way. But his hand didn’t move away. As the kettle shut off, I straightened up and reached for it. I added sincerely, “I thought it over and it was wrong of me to add on days like that. I won’t do that again sweetie. It’s been the original week now, so we don’t need your little peepee locked away anymore.” As I poured my tea and dunked the bag, he didn’t say anything. But I could hear that familiar crinkling. I picked up my cup in both hands and turned back to look at him, once again resting my diapered rump against the counter as I took my first sip. Then I looked about. The breast pump was packed up and sitting on the table. My vibrator and the pacifier he used on me were resting on a towel next to the sink. Such a clever boy, cleaning everything up for me. He’s earned a special treat I think. I set my cup down and picked up the pacifier. It was one of the larger nippled once. Then I looked over at my darling baby boy, watching every move I make as his hand rubs his crotch. After a week, I wanted him to enjoy the rest of this Saturday. I took two steps to be right in front of him, towering over him and smiling as he stared up at me. I leaned forward. He wouldn’t really get to see much with the top I was wearing, but I laid it on nice and thick, “Aww…. Is my widdle baby Tommy playing with himself? You know only little BABIES do THAT…..” I saw his eyebrows furrow a bit. Yeah, you love it when I treat you like this. And I love making you into my precious, helpless little baby... I kept going, “Is that it Tommy? Tommy just an itty bitty baby? Playing with your little peepee?” I grinned as he nodded. I could see him biting his lip. I reached down and brushed the nipple of the pacifier against his lips. I was elated how eagerly he opened his mouth for it. No fussing, no pretending to be some macho jock. His lips just opened and sucked it in. He deserved a reward for that, so I praised my little darling, “Look at you…. Playing in your DIAPERS…. Tommy is my little baby aren’t you? Yes you are!!! You’re all mine and you can’t help it anymore.” I grinned as I held his cheek in my hand. His hand was rubbing furiously now. Yes, no longer a newborn…. No longer fighting any of this… You’re the one I’m going to marry and keep you all for myself…. Now… let’s help my little darling some more… I whispered to him gently, “I’m your Mommy now… you’re my little boy…. Make your little ickies for Mommy. Make them in your DIAPER… where babies are supposed to…. Baby Tommy loves making ickies for Mommy… in your DIAPER….” I giggled a little as he clenched his eyes closed, sucking on that huge pacifier as he came. From the first day I met you… I knew you were trainable. And yes…. You’ve been trained now… Trained to be just what I’ve always wanted…. I love you so much… To Be Continued
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