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Diaper References
Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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By iluv2crinqle · Posted
I'm a diaper fanatic, very, very consumed and invested in my diapers.not only do I enjoy tight snug fitting diapers, but I have never enjoyed using, wetting or messing my diapers.once I get into my diapers I simply experience massive phenomenal gratifying enjoyment.each diaper,I get endless pleasure wearing the entire day,I begin with s,m depend underwear pull up, which I tug into my cheeks similar to a thong, very up my crack, with heavy lotion.then another pull up, then a cloth back then either a northshore supreme or mega max.its very thick waddles and crinkles that's obvious.i always poop and shower before I get into my diapers,if I need to poop during the day I can slip my diaper down and slip it back up.i can easily pee over the top, this cleanliness allows me to have the best and most comfortable incredibly amazing pleasure all day, tomorrow I will slip my diapers down and change out the pull up with a fresh one and more lotion.i got a steal on Northshore supreme diapers at the thrift store where I work, the whole pack for 6 bucks, it's a 45 dollar bag, instead of using the tapes, I tied the sides into a knot so it fits nicely and tight, being so clean in my diapers really makes them last a very long time too,I like to use clear packing tape around the waist on the mega max diapers going over the taping panel, I know this sounds like a chore but man do I ever have diapers pleasure. -
Glad there is an update and I love the stroller bar. That is really cool thinking! -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 14: Marcus was already home by the time Jill stepped through the front door, the warm scent of dinner filling the house. Pots simmered softly on the stove, and he stood at the counter, focused but relaxed. Jill eased the stroller inside as quietly as she could. Jack had dozed off on the way back, his head tilted slightly to the side, both Flopsy and Trike tucked close. She gently lifted him out and laid him in the playpen, making sure he was comfortable before draping a light blanket over him. He stirred just a little but didn’t wake fully. He needed that rest, she thought. ⸻ Jill made her way into the kitchen, and Marcus looked up just in time to see her. “Hey,” he said, smiling. “Hey,” she replied softly, stepping in and kissing him. He returned it easily. “How was the park?” Jill let out a small breath, leaning lightly against the counter. “A lot,” she admitted. “Good… but a lot.” Marcus handed her a glass of wine. “Tell me.” She took a sip before starting—walking him through the afternoon. Meeting Mrs. Turner, the playground, the ups and downs, the moments Jack struggled, and the ones where he really tried. Marcus listened the whole time, nodding occasionally. “Sounds like he pushed himself,” he said. “He did,” Jill replied. “More than I think he realizes.” They moved into the living room together, settling onto the couch. The house felt calm, steady again after the long day. Jill took another sip of her wine, exhaling softly as she leaned into Marcus. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. For a moment, they just sat there—quiet, close, grounded in each other. Then Marcus leaned in, kissing her again—slow, unhurried. Jill responded just as naturally, her hand resting against his chest as they melted into the moment. It wasn’t rushed or intense—just soft, familiar, a reminder of the connection they shared outside of everything else. ⸻ In the playpen, Jack stirred. His eyes blinked open slowly, still heavy with sleep. For a second, he just lay there, adjusting to being awake again. Then he shifted. The discomfort hit him almost immediately. His diaper felt heavy… warm… uncomfortable. Jack sat up slowly, rubbing at his eyes before looking around. His gaze drifted toward the living room—and landed on Jill and Marcus. They were close, quiet, wrapped up in each other. Jack watched them for a moment. Something about it made his chest feel… different. They look… happy, he thought. He hugged his knees slightly, the feeling settling in deeper. I want that someday… the thought came quietly. Someone who… stays like that with me… But the moment didn’t last. The discomfort returned, stronger now—pulling his attention back to his body. His face tightened as the feeling built again, that sinking, unavoidable sensation. Not again… He shifted, trying to hold it back, but it was already happening. His shoulders tensed, his hands gripping the edge of the playpen as he let out a small, strained sound. And then it was done. Jack froze for a second, the weight of it settling in—both physical and emotional. Then the smell followed. ⸻ In the living room, Jill paused first. Marcus noticed it a second later. They both turned at the same time. “Oh—” Jill said softly, already setting her glass down. Marcus stood. “I’ll grab the bag.” Jill was already moving toward the playpen. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said gently as she reached him. Jack looked up at her, his eyes already glossy again, that familiar mix of embarrassment and discomfort written all over his face. “I’m sorry…” he mumbled. Jill’s expression softened immediately. “Hey,” she said, crouching down. “You don’t have to be sorry.” Marcus returned with what they needed, staying close but letting Jill take the lead. Jack reached for her, and she lifted him without hesitation, holding him close. “I’ve got you,” she murmured. He tucked into her shoulder, small and tired, the emotions from the day catching up again. Marcus rested a hand lightly on Jack’s back. “Rough afternoon, huh, buddy?” Jack didn’t answer—just held on. Jill rocked him gently for a moment before shifting. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” There was no frustration. No disappointment. Just the same steady care as always. And for Jack, that made all the difference. Jill moved quickly but gently, laying Jack down and getting to work with the same calm, practiced care he knew so well. Her touch was steady, reassuring—never rushed, never frustrated. Jack tensed at first. He always did. He hated the feeling—being messy, uncomfortable, out of control. Normally, it would have already sent him into tears, his emotions spilling over before anything else. But this time… it didn’t. Because they were already there. “Hey, look at me,” Jill said softly, brushing his hair back. Before the panic could fully take hold, Marcus leaned into view beside her, pulling an exaggerated face—eyes wide, cheeks puffed out. Jack blinked. Marcus crossed his eyes next, then stuck his tongue out just slightly, making a ridiculous expression. It caught him off guard. A small sound slipped out—half breath, half laugh. “There it is,” Marcus said with a grin, keeping it going. “I knew I could get one.” Jack’s grip tightened slightly on the edge of the pad, but the tension in his body eased just enough to keep the tears from coming. “I know you don’t like this part,” Jill murmured, continuing to clean him carefully. “But you’re doing really well.” Marcus reached over and picked up Trike, gently placing it into Jack’s hands. “Here,” he said. “Got your buddy.” Jack immediately pulled the plush close, hugging it to his chest. His fingers clutched the soft fabric as he focused on that instead—the familiar comfort grounding him. It’s okay… he thought. They’re here… Between Jill’s steady care and Marcus’s lighthearted distraction, the moment passed without the usual spiral. Before he even realized it, Jill was finishing up. “All done,” she said softly, fastening everything securely and helping him sit up. Jack looked down for a second, then back at her. No tears. Just a quiet, lingering sensitivity—but manageable. Jill smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “See? You made it through.” Marcus ruffled his hair lightly. “Tough kid.” ⸻ A few minutes later, Jack was dressed again—clean, comfortable, and a little more settled. Jill carried him back to the couch, where Marcus had already turned on the TV. “Alright,” Marcus said, settling in. “What are we watching?” Jack shifted slightly, still holding Trike. “…Dino Dan,” he said softly. Jill smiled. “Good choice.” Marcus nodded. “And maybe some Mighty Pups after?” Jack gave a small nod, curling slightly into Jill’s side as the familiar show began to play. The room softened again. The earlier stress faded into the background, replaced by the quiet comfort of being home—safe, clean, and surrounded by people who understood him. Jack hugged Trike a little closer, his body finally relaxing fully. This is better, he thought. And for now… it was enough. -
Awesome update!! I think she will not make it far but there have been many close calls with the Police. I do wonder if they show up at all but she still is kept as a baby?
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