Diaper References

Glad I made someone smile!  Yeah, I've been told I should be a stand up comic or write books.

Awesome story! I’m excited for his birthday and for him to see him return home still in diapers, maybe even go to school in them!

My god..... they've gone to plaid! Now I have this need to watch Spaceballs again! 

Chapter 19 It felt a little bit surreal. Katherine served each course from a sideboard. Mommy and Francine chatted about the economy, Francine’s pottery, her gardens. I managed to contribute a little, but clearly, they held up most of the conversation. I could almost feel like a part of things, like an adult. Then I’d shift my hips a little and I’d feel my diaper squish. Or I’d catch a glimpse of my place card. Mommy said to relax, we’re among friends… Each course was rather small portions. Just a few bites, but they tasted a lot better than any of the takeout or drive-thru food I usually have. As Katherine served each one, I noticed she always served from one side, and took the used dish from the other. Maybe it was my upbringing, maybe because I was feeling ‘little’. But each time Katherine put something in front of me or took something away, I whispered, “Thank you Katherine,” and she’d give me a tiny smile. I was feeling more and more calm as the meal progressed. When the main course was finished, Katherine reappeared to clear it away. Francine and Mommy were engrossed in a conversation about politics and taxes when I whispered “Thank you Katherine” again. But instead of her usual efficiency, Katherine paused and leaned close to my ear to whisper, “You can call me MISS Katherine if you want. That’s what the other little ones call me.” I blinked and turned to look up at her, but she just gave me that same tiny smile and turned to fetch dessert. It wasn’t an order. It wasn’t a reprimand. It was… permission. I sat there and watched as she put a small dish of some sort of strawberry and cream in front of me. She… she said I COULD call her that. As if… as if I’d want to?? The other little ones? Others? Permission to… to be ‘little’? Or encouragement? My thoughs were interrupted, “Don’t you like strawberries dear? Julia’s little Sammy just LOVES them.” Francine asked. I looked up to see both her and Mommy watching me. I was feeling a bit dazed. Permission to be ‘little’. Julia’s ‘little Sammy’? Didn’t Mommy say her daughter Julia was married to a woman named ‘Sam’? Wait… The proverbial light bulb went off over my head. I suddenly realized why Francine and Katherine were so casual about this. But I had to be sure. I whispered, “Little… Sammy?” Mommy answered, “Sweetie… Julia’s wife likes to play ‘little’ too. A lot like you dear. Francine loves her like a granddaughter. I told you… we’re among friends. Now, eat your dessert.” When I looked at Francine, she was just smiling softly at me. She nodded and said simply, “It’s all right dear, they’ll be here tomorrow and you can meet little Sammy for yourself. But no pressure, just relax and be however you want.” Then she turned to Mommy and said, “OH! Did I ever tell you about the first time I met little Shelly? The little devil! She had the cutest panties on over her diaper… crawling around looking for her mommy Sarah…” Mommy giggled and asked, “Aww… do you have a picture?” Francine said she didn’t. I picked up my spoon and ate slowly, listening to their conversation. It had subtly changed. Francine seemed relaxed talking about ‘little Sammy’ and ‘little Shelly’ (whoever that was). Mommy giggled a few times and would say things like, “Why those little dickens!! Sounds like their mommies have got their hands full!” And I get to meet one of them! Tomorrow! I’ve known of others like me; chatting online with a few. But I’d never actually met anyone in person that was into being ‘little’. I mean there was my friend Julia, but she wasn’t into it. She just knew about my inner little and accepted it with a shrug. I was starting to relax more. Mommy’s right there and everyone seems to already know some of my deepest secrets. And yet, nobody is judging, nobody seemed to mind. When Katherine cleared away the last of dinner and reached for my empty dessert dish, I wriggled my diapered butt and screwed up some courage. I spoke in a clear tone, “Thank you MISS Katherine.” For my bravery, she simply gave me that same smile. For a moment, I thought nobody even noticed. But then I saw Mommy glance over at me with a smile of her own and wink at me. I felt my face break into a big grin. Whenever Mommy smiles at me, I’m happy. Finally, as Katherine retreated through a door that obviously led to the kitchen, Francine placed her napkin on the table as she said, “Well now, why don’t we move to the living room? We can continue our chat.” We all stood but instead of moving towards the living room again, Mommy waved a hand, calling for me, “Cindy sweetie, come here for a second.” Francine was moving towards the archway we had entered from as I went to Mommy. Before I realized it, Mommy’s hand was squeezing my bottom. I felt my diaper squish and Mommy said simply, “Thought so.” Then she called out, “Francine? I need to take Cindy up to our room and change her diaper, we’ll be there in a couple of minutes.” I felt my face burning again as I heard Francine’s voice from the other room, “Of course dear. You’re in Julia’s old room, top of the stairs, down the hall and on your right.” Mommy’s hand took mine as she said gently, “Come along sweetie… Mommy will get you fixed up.” --- --- --- Dinner was five-star, as always. Catching up with Francine was great. But a part of me could tell my little fawn was nervous. I saw that ‘look’ when she found her place card. That look all little ones have when they wet themselves. But I didn’t say anything, I wanted her to feel at ease. To know that Francine’s home was a safe space. And Katherine… well, she was as I remembered. Demur, deferring to Francine. Even playing ‘servant girl’ tonight. Hey, she likes it. Who am I to judge. I took the lead in the conversation, and I think Francine understood. We chatted about all sorts of things, but I made a point of avoiding talking of her daughters and their own ‘little ones’. My darling spoke a couple of times, but I could see she was nervous. I did what I could to reassure her that we were among friends. Then about time for dessert, I saw Katherine lean over and whisper something to my frightened little fawn. I couldn’t hear, and I let it go. But when my little girl spoke loud and clearly, “Thank you MISS Katherine,” I knew she’d gotten over her shyness. At least some anyway. I gave her a smile and a wink. Knowing the ice was melting so to speak, as we rose from dinner, I openly and boldly checked her diaper. After the car ride and knowing her nerves were on edge, how could it not be wet? … The room had a huge mural on one wall, and our cases were on small luggage stands. I knew just what I was going to do. I turned her around so I could reach the zipper of her skirt. I spoke softly to help her nerves, “Now you just relax, Mommy will take care of everything. You’ve been a brave little girl for me.” I heard in her voice, that she was still a bit nervous when she replied, “Y…yes Mommy.” So I took it slow and easy. After having her step out of her skirt, I turned her to face me as I unbuttoned her top. I figured a running monologue might help as I slowly stripped her down, “You’ve done very good for Mommy. I’m proud of you. See? I told you they were my friends. Poor little Cindy…. Having to sit through the whole dinner in your wet didees…. Now you just lay back and Mommy will make it all better….” Soon, I had this gorgeous woman nearly naked and I was reaching for the tapes of her diaper. And there… naked. I stared for a moment, fighting against my own lust for this creature. She looked so innocent, but I knew better. A part of me wanted to climb into bed with her but it wasn’t her bed and it wasn’t mine. We were guests in Francine’s house and Francine was waiting downstairs. So, I settled for leaning down and kissing that perfectly smooth, perfectly shaped pussy. I heard her whimper and whisper softly, “Mommy… that feels so nice…” Her fingers reached for my hair. But one of us had to be strong, so I pulled away gently and whispered, “Later. Now… let’s get my baby girl ready for bed.” She pouted but didn’t speak. She lifted her hips when I asked and soon, I had my darling little girl. Diapered, wearing a thigh-length nightgown covered in cute, diapered, teddy bears. But when I took her hand to lead her to the door, she balked. When I looked at her, that nervous fawn was back. She whispered, “In my jammies? What if they see my….” I’ve been patient sweetie, but my patience has its limits. I raised an eyebrow and tried to keep my voice even and calm. Keep my ‘mommy mode’ in check. This wasn’t some client, this was Cindy. She’s not fighting because she wants a spanking, she’s a strong confident woman, but sometimes she gets scared. I took a step and sat on the bed, gently tugging her to sit on my lap. One arm around her waist, my other hand holding hers as I spoke, “Dear, they KNOW you wear diapers. They KNOW you’re my little girl.” She bit her lip in that way that brings out the ‘mama-bear’ in me. Makes me willing to do anything to protect this helpless creature. I tried to meet her halfway. I told her, “Tell you what, you can stay up here, in the room all by yourself. Or… you can come downstairs with me. I promise that nobody will be mean to you, and you can hold my hand the whole time if you want.” She raised her other hand and nervously bit a fingernail. But then she asked, “Cans I has a cookie if I comes wif Mommy?” My face broke into a grin. Her choice of words, asking for a childish treat, my brave little girl, I felt so proud of her. --- --- --- When Mommy kissed me right on the kitty, I felt the thrill of being with this woman. But then she diapered me and put me in one of my more childish nightgowns and started for the door. My reflexes kicked in and I hesitated. Like the previous night, when she had stripped and changed me in front of the others. Going downstairs in just my nightie and diaper… in front of those other women. A part of me would never have done that. But I let Mommy lead me out the bedroom door because Mommy takes care of me. She reassured me, letting me know she’d be right there. So, I asked for a tiny bribe, in my best little girl lisp, and we started for the stairs. But near the top of the stairs, Mommy stopped and put a finger to her lips as if to say, ‘quiet’. Then she turned to the side and opened another door. Almost on tiptoes, she led me into another bedroom. A larger, primary suite. She clicked on the light and pointed. I looked and let out a gasp. Someone had mentioned it, and there on the wall, larger than life, was a painting of two nude women. One sitting, leaning on one hand, on a day lounge. Clearly, it was Francine. The face was remarkably accurate. It was like some Renaissance painting. Full figured, her breasts were bare and natural, aged and sagging a bit. Facing nearly full frontal, but her legs were together, stretched out to one side towards the other. Only a hint of pubic hair exposed. Her face was calm, almost expressionless, as she looked downward at the other. There, on the floor at her feet was Katherine, also naked. Reaching up towards her mistress, both hands holding a bowl of some sort. Looking up to her, her expression as if she were offering her very soul to her mistress. They were gazing at each other and somehow, I could see a kind of love in their eyes, both of them. The mistress looking down at her devoted servant. The servant looking up at the woman at whom she was devoted. Mommy let go of my hand and stepped closer to it. She whispered, “See? Not all submission and dominance is about pain and pleasure. Some is… is this. They just… belong together, to each other.” I stared, looking, taking it all in. Then I saw it and pointed, telling Mommy, “Not entirely… there…” For there in the corner, in Francine’s opposite hand, held away from Katherine, I saw a small object. About the size of a hairbrush, but not a hairbrush. It was thin and smooth on both sides. Neither woman was looking at it, but it was there. There in Francine’s hand, held away to the side, a subtle reminder, a small paddle. Mommy didn’t say another word. She just reached for my hand again and led me out. Turning off the light again and quietly closing the door. … As we entered the living room, “Ah, there you are! And I see little Cindy’s all ready for beddy-bye! Don’t you look cute!” It was Francine. She hadn’t said anything mean or hurtful, but being the only one in pajamas, I felt my cheeks blush. She was sitting in a large wing-back chair. She gestured towards the large couch opposite her as she said, “Have a seat with your Mommy dear, I promise I don’t bite.” As Mommy gently pushed me forward into the room, Francine paid me another compliment, “Do tell me where you got such a cute nightie. It’s just the sort of thing my little Shelly loves. She loves teddy bears too you know. Takes her nap with a huge teddy bear in her nursery. Do you have a nursery of your own Cindy?” I sat down next to Mommy, clinging to her arm and as close as I could get without literally crawling onto her lap. Mommy’s hand patted my leg as she spoke for me, “No naps for this one. We both have to work during the week still.” Francine sat back a little and replied, “Of course, silly of me.” She sighed and looked at me, “The grownup world is like that. Not always fun. But then it makes the weekends so much more fun to enjoy. Enjoy being a child again, even if only for the weekend.” I just nodded and leaned against Mommy. I drew up my knees and cuddled against Mommy. After a moment, Francine spoke again, “I can see why you like her Angela. She’s such a darling little thing…. And so adorable!” I frowned at being talked about like this. Something about years of being teased for my size, both my height and my boobs. But I kept quiet and just hugged Mommy’s arm. Then the two of them resumed their conversation, but now I seemed to be the topic at hand. “Tell me Angela, where did you find this darling creature?” Francine asked. I blushed when Mommy said rather matter-of-factly, “She was playing with herself in the multi-plex at the mall. Poor thing was in a wet diaper and touching herself.” I buried my red face in Mommy’s shoulder, unable to look Francine in the eye. But all she said was, “Tsk. Julia’s little Sammy does that a lot too. Little ones just can’t help themselves.” She paused and then added with a giggle, “Well, except for Sarah’s little Shelly. But then, she doesn’t exactly have a choice.” Mommy seemed curious, “Oh? Sarah keeps it…” Francine was quick to answer, “Oh heavens no. Michael puts it on himself when playing ‘little Shelly’. My Sarah’s not one of those bitches that would keep him locked up all the time.” Mommy’s hand reached and gently patted my thigh as I curled into a ball, placing my knees in her lap. I heard Mommy say, “Well I just had to take this poor thing home and changed her diaper and… well it wasn’t long and this darling was calling me ‘Mommy’.” “Wonderful. You do seem quite happy together,” was Francine’s only comment. Michael? Little Shelly? Something about a lock? I’ll have to ask Mommy later. But just then, I was still a bit shy and nuzzled against Mommy and shifted down a bit. Soon I was curled up with my back to Francine, my head in Mommy’s lap, her fingers stroking my arm and occasionally my hair. Her touches made me feel safe and I felt more relaxed. Mommy was right, these friends of hers are nice. Francine giggled a couple of times, but wasn’t mean about me being ‘little’ around her. And Katherine, she was nice too. Kind, patient with me. I heard the tinkling of that silver bell again. I didn’t bother to twist around; I was comfy now and didn’t care if Katherine saw me in my ‘jammies’. In fact, I even poked my bottom out a little, getting more comfortable. Francine said something about some wine. Some glasses and a bottle. I just nudged my face against Mommy’s tummy a little and relaxed. I heard Francine say, “After that, you can relax Kathy.” Then I heard Mommy ask Francine something and she replied something about a small shop somewhere. … It was only a couple minutes I think and then Katherine said something to Mommy about a bib? I felt Mommy gently push at my shoulder to roll me onto my back as she said, “Here sweetie, something new for my little girl to try.” I blinked open my eyes and looked up at her as she tucked something soft under my chin. I tried to look down at it but then Mommy’s arm was reaching across my face and came back. Just as I saw her hand holding a large baby bottle, she whispered, “Now open wide… be a good girl for Mommy now…” I started to say something, “But I….gack…” she quickly had the nipple of the bottle in my mouth. All she said was, “Shhh…. Time for your baba little girl….” But it wasn’t milk, it… I sucked tentatively and swallowed… wine. Some sweet white wine. My eyes looked up at her and Mommy was beaming a huge smile at me, “That’s a good baby… just relax… Mommy’s got you.” It wasn’t her nipple, but it was ‘a nipple’. I started to suck slowly. My eyes crossed as I tried to look at it in her hand. It wasn’t huge, and it seemed to have some colorful picture on it. As I swallowed again, I heard Miss Katherine’s voice, “I cleared away dinner, I’ll get up early to start brunch in the morning Frannie.” Then Francine, “That’s fine darling, I’ll give you a hand.” I squirmed a little, but Mommy kept the bottle to my lips, so I suckled and swallowed again. Francine said, “It’s one of Sammy’s bottles, but I’m sure she won’t mind sharing with your little Cindy.” I was staring up at Mommy as she took her eyes from me to look at Francine as she answered, “She’s doing pretty good for her first time having a bottle. Maybe I’ll have to get a few for her very own.” Baby bottles… I’d never had one… why haven’t I ever thought about this? It’s…. it’s a baby thing after all… Why? Because I prefer sucking on Mommy’s boobies… But this is… kind of nice. As I thought about it and sucked some more, I realized, ‘Here I am, diapered, jammies, laying in Mommy’s lap as she feeds me a baby bottle. The other two women barely commenting… as if this were all perfectly natural…’ As natural as Mommy changing me into my jammies last night in front of my friends… I’m just Mommy’s little girl… I heard Miss Katherine, “She seems to enjoy it. Almost as much as Sammy.” I twisted my head to look. I saw her sitting on the floor at Francine’s feet. But still fully dressed in her ‘servant’ outfit. But the image of that painting flashed through my mind. Katherine, sitting at the feet of her mistress. Mommy’s hand gently pulled my head back around as she whispered, “Just a little more sweetie. It’ll be bedtime soon.” I looked up to see her smiling down at me as the nipple of the bottle wiggled in my mouth. I latched on and took a few more swallows as I closed my eyes. … It was a dream… had to be. Everything was quiet, my body was so relaxed. I was laying in Mommy’s lap as she gently pushed my pacifier to my lips. I blinked my eyes open for just a moment to see her smiling down at me. As I closed them again, I wriggled my hip and felt the soft comfortable padding of my diaper. I reached my hand and squeezed it against my kitty. It felt nice, just snuggled with Mommy. Her hand shifted a little and cupped one of my boobies. I sucked my pacifier and turned my face against her tummy. I inhaled, smelling her particular scent. Part perfume, part just her skin. It all mixed in my head and seemed to just say, ‘Mommy’. My hand gently started rubbing. There was a whisper somewhere, then Mommy’s voice said softly, “Cindy is Mommy’s good little girl.” Mommy’s here, Mommy likes when I do this… She likes watching me… I spread my legs and moved my hand, slipping it inside my diaper… Touching my kitty in my special way. I’m a good girl… Mommy knows… Mommy puts good girls in diapers… I was soft and gentle at first, but I felt my little bud swell, wanting my fingers to touch. I knew what I’d feel when I traced my finger down. Wetness… It’s okay… Mommy has me in diapers… My diaper will absorb every bit… It will even absorb when I… I relaxed and let out a trickle… warm as it splashed on my finger. I sucked my pacifier harder as I let out a tiny moan. The warmth now trickling under my bottom as my finger gently spread my slit, letting my tinkles splash against my diaper. My diaper… Mommy kissed it before she put my diaper on… Her lips… right… I stroked the spot she had kissed, I felt my legs spreading wider as I touched. I heard a tiny voice but couldn’t understand it. Then Mommy’s fingers gently pinched my nipple a little… I slipped a finger inside. No more disguising it… not just exploring now… I’m fingering myself. Mommy’s fingers in my hair, her other hand sliding across to my other boobie… Her little girl’s little boobies… I gasped as I slid a second finger inside with the first. See Mommy? See? Baby Cindy is playing… Playing with my kitty for you Mommy…. See? Watch me Mommy… watch…. When I do this Mommy… it… it feels so nice… See Mommy? See???? I felt myself shivering, I squirmed my hips in my wet diaper, rocking upward, eager for my own fingers to pump deeper as I moaned. Mommy’s voice whispered, “That’s it sweetie… do your little cummies for me…. It’s okay… Mommy’s here for you… Watching my baby girl…” Her soft voice, her permission… I shivered and bucked as I climaxed, feeling a wetness on my fingers as my tummy convulsed. Gasping around my pacifier as my mouth opened and it fell. My body went limp and I fell back as Mommy’s fingers stroked my hair a couple of times. “So cute… Just like little Sammy….” My eyes sprang open. Mommy was smiling down at me. I jerked my head to the side and there was Francine, sitting in the same chair. Katherine still sitting on the floor at her feet. I felt my face turning red. They just… It wasn’t a dream!?!?! I realized my hand really was in my diaper. I jerked my hand free and rolled towards Mommy and whined, “Mommyyyyyy!!! Mommy nooooo… I… I didn’t mean to….” I felt her arms hugging me tight. She leaned over, her breasts pressing against my face as she kissed my head and whispered, “It’s okay sweetheart, They know little girls do it sometimes… You’re safe here… “ But I… I just fingered myself in front of… They watched as I… Then I heard Katherine, “Maybe I shouldn’t have put so much wine in her baba. That Sauvignon Blanc can be pretty strong.” I heard Mommy whisper, “Not your fault Katherine, she just likes to finger herself sometimes.” Then everyone was quiet, but I just kept my face buried against Mommy. After what seemed like an eternity, Mommy nudged me and whispered, “Come on now sweetie, time I get you to bed.” I shifted slowly, avoiding any eye contact as I stretched my legs out straight again. Mommy stood up, and I missed the warmth. Her hands were strong as they pulled me to my feet. I still couldn’t look at the other women and let Mommy’s hand reach and lift up my nightie slightly. Her hand squeezed my bottom and she announced, “And time for another diaper.” Then in a louder voice she spoke to them, “We’ll see you two in the morning. Say about nine?” Francine’s voice answered, “Nine will be fine. Good night, Angela. Sweet dreams Cindy.” Mommy’s arm slipped around my shoulders as she whispered, “Say good night baby girl…” I turned and stared at the floor in front of Katherine and whispered, “Good night Miss Francine… Miss Katherine…” With that, Mommy gently turned me and led me to our room. She didn’t say a word as she changed my diaper. But I was very aware of my wetness as she wiped me with a baby wipe. Then as she started to get undressed, I finally said quietly, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to do that in front of your friends. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She tugged her flannel nightgown over her head and straightened it. As she walked towards the bed and started to climb in, she simply said, “What? Masturbate in front of them? I’m sure they didn’t mind. You heard Francine, she said Julia’s Sammy does it too.” I was grateful when she cuddled me in her arms. I whispered, “Yeah? But… But you’re the only person I’ve done it in a diaper in front of.” She reached and turned out the light. Then I felt her arm moving and then her hand palmed the back of my head as she whispered, “Shhh… I’ve told you… little girls do it all the time…. Now, this doesn’t have wine come out of it, but suckle baby… suck Mommy’s titty, it’ll make you feel better.” I felt the velvety softness of her nipple against my lips and latched on. Then her fingers softly stroked my hair as she kissed my head. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was her whispering, “Mommy loves you… Mommy’s right here…” To Be Continued

Ive just mentioned it to the PCP in sept. Did an ultra sound and urinalysis so far. Things wint dark after that. So just this last week i Messaged them for a follow up and to request some absorbent briefs. That got things moving along. Now i have to schedule an MRI and got referred to urologist. So progress is being made. Again.