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Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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Three year olds are pretty damn fast. Even with 2 they sometimes run around like Speedy Gonzales -
Don’t reach for the phone!! Lol this has been my mantra the last few days. Most nights I am without my stent (it doesn’t work well when lying down anyway) as I expel it after lying down for a bit before sleep. this is great for my secondary incontinence training of bedwetting. I am following the prescribed model of just letting go when I wake up, whatever position I happen to be in. I have great trust in my diapers of late and have not had any leaks, which helps with the mental blocks. The mental block I have to fight though is the the urge to grab my phone to check a game or restart the the show I play through my earbuds to help me sleep. The goal is to stay half asleep and drift back to full sleep. Looking at the phone would destroy that and make me move which eliminates the training of teaching the body to just go. Unfortunately I am still in the phase of having to quiet my body down to initiate flow, but it is getting easier. I know it will take a long time, but I am happy I am on the journey. another fun insight. Goodnites hold a surprising amount and the XL fits me perfectly. They can last 2-3 hours comfortably so as a transitional diaper for workouts or between events where I don’t want to waste my premium diapers, they are awesome. still no response from silicone nozzle, but that’s fine. My stent is still awesome and making my life bliss. And I have the backup in the wings if ever needed. -
By Personalias · Posted
Tyler “I’m a big kid, I do the potty dance. I don’t pee-pee in my pants!” It was early that next morning. All but Drew had been wide awake by the time Granny put them in their highchairs and fed them breakfast. No one complained about the pureed mush or the bottles. No one commented or complained about their matching sailor rompers, blue trim for the boys and pink for the girls. No one insisted that they were adults as Granny wiped their asses and changed their soggy and messy diapers. There would have been no point. The closest to it was a pathetic, quiet, whining, “Nooooooooo,” from Brittney when Granny refreshed the orgasmic rash cream yet again. “Please don’t.” “It’s okay dear,” Granny smiled. “You’re allowed to enjoy your diapers as much as you want. No one will mind. Get aaaaall the humpies out of your system until you can’t do it anymore. Then we’ll let one of your friends have a turn. Now drink your milk. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.” Multiple sources of addiction and despair collaborated to coerce her into accepting the rubber nipple then and there, or so Tyler reckoned. “Mommy yay! I’ll be big someday!” Tyler stared through the mesh of the playpen at the pull-ups commercial. Just like with the diaper commercial, the actors looked the appropriate age for such a product. “There aren’t any babies like us on T.V.” “Thash cush we’re not babies,” Drew growled, bitterly. The good nights’ sleep had given him some of his spirit back. “We’re ersatz,” Tyler said, pointing downwards in self-pity. “Poor substitutes.” “We should be illegal,” Christy whispered quietly. “This is so wrong.” Tyler’s head jerked up. Eureka! “Maybe we are...” “What are you talking about?” an haggard looking Brittney whispered. Tyler stood up on tip toes so he could check on the kitchen. Granny was feeding the other four. No need for them to help babysit. No need to justify the quartet watching a hypnotic cartoon. They could just be forced if she wanted to. “What if we are illegal?” Tyler asked. “She doesn’t think we’re aliens,” Christy spat. “She wants to make us babies.” Tyler rolled his eyes. “I know that. But that doesn’t mean that she’s not afraid of the police. Think of everything we know. She doesn’t want us escaping. She doesn’t take care of any real babies. There aren’t babies like us on T.V. There isn’t any signs saying this is a daycare; it just looks like a house. Maybe we’re still a type of human trafficking? Maybe we’re like…tiny padded gimps to them. Living sex toys.” “Please…” Brittney huffed. “Don’t…say that.” “I’m just saying…” Tyler hunkered down and lowered his voice even softer. “What if not all the giants are like this?” “We can’t get out,” Christy said. “I don’t even remember what we tried the first time.” They exchanged regretful nods, confirming their short term memory had all been equally wiped. Tyler expected as much but… “Maybe we don’t need to get out,” he said. “Maybe we just need to get somebody else in! Send an email. Call 9-1-1.” “They might not even have 9-1-1 here,” Christy said. Drew covered his mouth to hide his gums. “They do. Shaw it on Tee Fee.” “How do we…how do we…get…” Brittney huffed and centered herself- that or came- “How do we get to a phone?” So bizarre. Nine out of ten times, Brittney was the one with the plan. Tyler was the idea guy, Brittney made the plans, Drew saw it through, and Christy was the wild card and emotional support. That might have just been for outings, but it was also the making of a really good heist team. Too bad their planner was severely handicapped. Tyler took a deep breath and pretended not to notice the faint smell of baby powder and urine emanating from all of them. “Leave it to me.” *************************************************************************************** It was a painful four hours, playing on the floor, pretending to be compliant. Tyler almost despaired when he was put into a baby bouncer, afraid he would be left there. Then he broke out into a cold sweat when Granny pulled him into her lap and popped a bottle in his mouth, afraid he’d be drugged out of his mind. He was so happy when the artificial cherry flavor hit his tongue that he didn’t mind so much that he was peeing his pants simultaneously. When his diaper was changed just before lunch, he feared that he’d be creamed like Brittney and rendered almost useless. None of that came to pass. It turned out that Granny was a creature of habit. She fed the brain drained babies their lunch first, and left the television to babysit the other four. The terrible rendition of Baby Shark made Tyler feel like strings had been tied to his brain and puppetted him around helplessly, forcing him to giggle and drool. “Crawl around, doo doo doo doo doo doo Crawl around, doo doo doo doo doo doo Crawl around, doo doo doo doo doo doo Crawl!” The only command Tyler hadn’t obeyed was ‘Wet your pants’. He lacked the control to force that. It was a small mercy that the hypnotic programming ran its course before Granny was done feeding the others. It was an even bigger one that it didn’t have an auto replay feature. Once the video was over, the four mentally and physically exhausted friends were placed back into their playpen, so that Granny could hustle back into the kitchen with a playful but exasperated “I’m coming I’m coming!” This was good. Granny had habits and security. That meant that her control over them wasn’t absolute. They were prisoners, but she was weary of them. Now they just needed to wait for the right time. It came at the end of the other group’s lunch. Granny walked by carrying Jon, transporting him to the room with all the cribs. She already had one leg over the baby gate blocking travel deeper into the house and Jon started grunting. “Really?” she grinned and shook her head. “Couldn’t have done that in the kitchen? Had to wait until I was halfway over the gate?” She threw a look towards the changing table in the living room and shrugged. “I’ll change you in the other room,” she sighed. A diaper change AND putting him down for a nap! Optimal! “Boost me over the top!” Tyler said. “Then send Christy.” Drew cupped his hands and the girls spotted. He mouthed the words “One…two…three!” Tyler practically flipped over the top rail, thankful for once that the majority of the floor, as well as his underwear was padded. Tyler would have groaned or said something if not for the need for stealth. Granny had big steps. It wouldn’t take ten seconds for her to cross her own house in a rush. Tyler instead, settled for breaking his wife’s fall. “Do your best to keep quiet,” he whispered through the mesh to Brittney. “Try not to draw too much attention. Just start…I dunno stealth humping each other.” He didn’t tell them that it might be their last opportunity to do so. He grabbed Christy by the hand and they dashed as much as their not-quite-fresh diapers allowed them. “Gaba gaaa!” The girl in the towering highchair shrieked. “Shhhhhhhhhhhh!: Christy put her finger to her lips. Remarkably, the other captives quieted. Tyler scanned the kitchen countertops, a difficult task considering the bad angle they were at.. “Come on…where’s the phone? What kitchen doesn’t have a phone?” “Ah-Ah!” Michael pointed straight across from his spot. “I see it!” Christy said. Tyler dashed across the kitchen floor. “Help me move one of the chairs!” They grabbed a leg and shoved the closest chair, groaning and grinding till it was up against the kitchen counter close to the refrigerator. “Should have got…Drew…” Chirssy panted. “I wanted you,” Tyler said. While not as athletic, adrenaline and a ticking clock helped him climb up to the seat. “Why?” “Because I want to do this together.” That was Tyler-ese for wanting to put her at ease and so he’d feel less guilty. If this worked, it’d be their accomplishment together. He was also pretty sure that they could still escape through the garage attached to the kitchen together if worse came to worse. Unless that was their failed first attempt… He scrambled onto the counter and grabbed the receiver off the wall with both hands and cradled it like a baby. “Nine…one…one…” he whispered. “Please let this work, please let this work.” The phone rang once. Twice. Why wasn’t anyone picking up? Three ti- “Hello Nine-one-one what is your emergency?” “Hello?” Tyler could barely hear his own voice over his racing pulse. “Hello?” “Yes, sir, this nine-one-one, what is your emergency?” Sir! To be called sir! Yes! This was the right call. Tyler’s mouth leapt into action. “My family and I are being kept prisoner against our will. I don’t know the address but if you can trace this number maybe you can figure out where-” “Where is the address?” The operator, a woman by the sound of it, asked. “I don’t know,” Tyler repeated. “I didn’t see the address. I don’t even know what city I’m in. I’ve been kidnapped. Can you trace this number?” It was difficult to use the phone .Tyler kept having to pivot his head from the ear piece to the microphone again and again so that he could hear and be heard in turn. There was a pause. Tyler thought hadn’t readjusted the phone in time. Tyler turned his head and looked fearfully out of the kitchen. His audience of brain drained big babies peered with quiet curiosity. “Is your diaper wet or dry, Little boy?” the woman on the other end of the phone asked, a sudden playful menace in her voice. Tyler swallowed and dread washed over him. “Diaper? How did you-?” “Hang up now, Little boy. This line is only for emergencies and a naughty Little trying to pretend to be a grown-up is not an emergency.” “Lady, I have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m not a baby! There’s just this crazy person who is treating me like one!” Another pause. “Please stay on the line, sir. I’ll transfer you right away.” Tyler held the phone up to his ear, waiting for instructions. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!” Rusty nails scratched against Tyler’s brain. Hot red pinballs surged in his head and rattled everything around. Tyler dropped the phone and gripped his ears. He shut his eyes and screamed in agony till his throat rattled just to block out the pain he was experiencing. Raucous laughter from the highchairs and a smattering of giggling applause contrasted. “TYLER!” Christy screamed up at him. “TYLER WHAT’S GOING ON? ARE YOU OKAY? TYLER?! TYLER! SAY SOMETHING!” The pain faded as fast as it had come and Tyler found himself in control once more. “I’m okay. It didn’t work. But I’m okay” They were screwed. Even the cops were in on this. No help would be coming. THey’d have He rolled back down to the chair, and scooted off it back onto the floor. “Come on,” Tyler said. “Let’s try the garage. Maybe we can-” The look on Christy’s face was one of disbelief and dread. “Tyler?” she interrupted him. “What?” “Tyler? Can you understand me?” Tyler frowned. “Of course I can. What are you talking about?” Christy gripped him by the shoulder. “Tyler? Do you recognize me? It’s me, Christy! Your wife!” She looked like she was about to start sobbing. “Of course I-”. Tyler stopped and listened, really listened, to himself. “Gagagaga?” He hadn’t been speaking English at all. “Bata bama?!” Every single syllable out of his mouth was pure gibberish. Simple baby babble with no discernable rhyme or reason. Christy pulled him in tight and wrapped her arms around him and squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, baby! Please come back to me! Please come back!” A thousand thoughts powered through Tyler’s skull. Stupid mistake. Not enough information. Too many assumptions. Still mentally cognizant, but no way to verbally communicate. And the dumb bitch was accidentally pinning his arms. “MAAAAAAAA!” He screamed and pushed her way. Come on! He pointed towards the garage. “GA! PUH PUH!” The three in the highchair laughed. “What?” Christy stammered. “What is it? What do you want? What do we do?” Let’s run away and get out of here! Just us! That’s what Tyler had intended to say. His mind already ran laps around his mouth, but now his mouth was a veritable paraplegic. “Papapapapapapapapa!” “You want your Papa?” Christy asked. “What does that mean?” The other ersatz babies went silent. A shadow fell over the pair. “It doesn’t mean a thing, baby girl.” Granny said. “Sometimes baby boys just babble.” She reached down and snatched Tyler up by the armpits. “They chatter and chatter and chatter, but got nothing to say,” she looked Tyler in the eye. “Don’t they?” Tyler shut his mouth and bit down his tongue. Christy broke down and sobbed. Tyler was set down on the counter long enough for Granny to hang up the phone. It rang immediately, and Granny picked it up. “Thank you very much. Yes, I apologize. New Little. Very Naughty. I’ll make sure to correct it. Okay. Have a nice day,” and then she hung up. “Wamawamawama?” What was going to happen now? “Good effort,” Granny said. “Very clever. I think all four of you earned some more cartoon time with Uncle Klownso!” She picked Tyler up and whispered into his ear. “And after that, I think I’ll give you some of my special diaper cream. Doesn’t that sound nice?” -
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By Rubber Duckie · Posted
Usual poo is softish from a high fibre diet, I like to load up on the bulky foods before trying to fill a diaper. Haven't managed to overwhelm it yet but have been close, lots of fun to feel it moving between my legs and up the front of the diaper
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