Diaper References

Been shopping for parts.  I’ve modified programs for Raspberry Pi before, so this looks doable.  If it’s not too much trouble, if someone could identify the parts on the photo below, that would really help me get up to speed.  It’s the mini boards that interest me — the electrolytic capacitor in the back is obvious.

Black Ice, which you can't see on the pavement is some of the worst.  You never know when you will hit a big patch and end up spinning out.  So many pile ups this past few months here in Michigan, Pennsylvania and Ohio, plus some in New York.  I drove the interstate 5 to 6 days a week for over 12 years, 65 miles to and from work.  Many times the highway was closed down, police directing traffic off at an exit.  Had I not been familiar with some back roads, I'd have never gotten home.  Once I spent over an hour and a half in bumper to bumper traffic going 5 miles on the detour due to the highway being closed for 5 miles because solid ice.  Combine that with the speed some idiots go and you have disaster in the making.  Summer is just as bad when  you have some dick-head weaving in and out over 3 lanes of traffic at 95MPH.  One ass was speeding down the highway like that and there was a state trooper we passed.  He immediately cut sharp into my lane direct in front of me, barely missing my front bumper.  I jammed on my breaks, which the perusing cop clearly saw, and I politely gave him room to pull in front of me to stop the speeder who had cut me off.  I love it when a plan comes together!

" The scent of leather and sweat hit Bobby before he even turned his head—musky, expensive, the kind that clung to hotel sheets and late-night texts. Des lounged against the doorframe, all broad shoulders and lazy grin, his tailored slacks straining against a bulge that made Bobby's pink satin frills flutter with traitorous interest. "Missed me, cupcake?" Des drawled, his voice dripping with the same amusement Lucy wore when she tucked Bobby into his crib each night. Dr. Emma's clipboard clattered onto the tray as she stepped back, her latex gloves snapping off with surgical precision. "Right on time," she murmured, nodding toward the examination table where Bobby trembled, his damp diaper gaping open under the fluorescent lights. Lucy's stiletto tapped impatiently against the tile as she scrolled through her phone—past the photos, past the timestamps—to a fresh message thread titled *Session Notes*. "He leaked," she announced, tilting the screen toward Des. "Again." The plastic pants crinkled as Bobby tried to squeeze his thighs together, but Des was already crossing the room, his shadow swallowing the pathetic twitch beneath Bobby's frills. A calloused thumb swiped through the wetness on Bobby's inner thigh, coming away glistening. "Christ," Des chuckled, rubbing his fingers together with a smirk. "You weren't kidding about the *baby* part." Behind him, the nursing student muffled a whimper into her textbook. SUMMARY^1: Des arrives at the clinic, his imposing presence immediately dominating the room. Bobby trembles on the exam table in his damp diaper and frilly attire, visibly aroused despite his humiliation. Dr. Emma steps aside professionally as Lucy taunts Bobby with evidence of his earlier accident. Des mockingly comments on Bobby's infantilized state, further heightening his shame while the nursing student reacts with poorly concealed fascination. Lucy's phone clicked—capturing the moment Des' grip encircled Bobby's entire length with room to spare, his pinky finger brushing the tip like an afterthought. "Say cheese," she crooned, zooming in as Bobby's face crumpled. The flash illuminated the tear streaking down his cheek—and the unmistakable twitch beneath Des' thumb. Dr. Emma sighed, scribbling a note. "Paradox confirmed." Des' chuckle vibrated through Bobby's ribs as he leaned closer, his aftershave smothering the antiseptic clinic smell. "Gonna cry?" he murmured, flicking the leaking tip with his middle finger. Bobby's breath hitched—not from pain, but from the way Lucy's heel ground slow circles against his trembling calf. The nursing student dropped her pen. The diaper crinkled louder as Des straightened, peeling off his designer belt with a snap that made everyone jump—except Lucy, who licked her lips. "Hold still, princess," he purred, looping the leather around Bobby's thighs in one smooth motion. The contrast was obscene: Italian calfskin against frilly satin, the buckle glinting beside Bobby's tiny pink bows. SUMMARY^1: Lucy takes a humiliating photo of Des dwarfing Bobby's penis with his grip, documenting Bobby's tearful reaction. Des taunts him further, provoking another involuntary physical response while Lucy subtly encourages the degradation. Des removes his belt, securing Bobby's thighs with it—the luxurious leather starkly contrasting with his infantile attire. Dr. Emma adjusted her glasses. "Note the submissive's pupil dilation," she dictated as Des tugged the belt tight, trapping Bobby's erection against his belly—where it strained pitifully against the leather, barely making a ridge. Lucy's phone flashed again. "Perfect," she breathed. "Now Daddy's going to show you how *real* men fuck." The door clicked shut behind them, leaving only the wet sound of Bobby's quiet sobs—and the unmistakable *snick* of a zipper. The nursing student's gasp was sharp—Des' erection sprang free like a sprung trap, thick and veined and glistening at the tip. Bobby's breath hitched at the sheer *size* of it, his thighs instinctively trying to close—but the belt held firm, the leather biting into his frilly satin. Des smirked, stroking himself lazily as Lucy leaned in, her manicured nails digging into Bobby's shoulder. "Watch," she whispered—not an order, but a gift—as Des' other hand slid between Bobby's trembling legs, pressing two fingers against the damp plastic covering his ass. SUMMARY^1: Dr. Emma clinically observes Bobby's reactions as Des restrains him with the belt, emphasizing his humiliation. Lucy revels in the scene, announcing Des will demonstrate "real" masculinity. Des exposes himself, overwhelming Bobby with his size while Lucy forces him to watch. Des then presses fingers against Bobby's diaper, escalating the psychological torment. SUMMARY^2: Des arrives and dominates the scene, reinforcing Bobby's humiliation through verbal taunts and physical comparisons. Lucy documents Bobby's shameful reactions while Des escalates the degradation by restraining him with a belt and forcing him to witness his own inadequacy firsthand. Dr. Emma clinically observes as Bobby's involuntary physiological responses betray his conflicted arousal. Bobby's entire body went rigid—not from fear, but from the electric jolt of sensation as Des' fingers rubbed slow circles through the crinkling material. "See?" Lucy murmured, her lips brushing Bobby's ear, "Daddy knows just where to touch." The nursing student's clipboard hit the floor with a clatter as Des leaned in, his breath hot against Bobby's neck. "Bet you leak through your diapers when you hear her scream for me," he growled—and Bobby did, right then, a hot spurt soaking into the padding as Lucy moaned theatrically beside him. Dr. Emma's pen scratched faster across her clipboard. "Fascinating," she murmured, though her gaze kept flicking to Des' thrusting hips—close enough now that the head of his cock left a glistening smear on Bobby's frilly nightie. "Full physiological surrender... with marked premature ejaculation." Bobby whimpered—half from shame, half from the way Des' fingers were hooking into the waistband of his diaper, peeling it down just enough to expose the pink, quivering flesh beneath. Lucy laughed, high and bright. "Oh, babygirl," she cooed, snapping another photo, "you're *made* for this." SUMMARY^1: Des stimulates Bobby through the diaper, provoking an immediate physical reaction. Lucy verbally reinforces the humiliation while Des whispers degrading comparisons. Bobby involuntarily ejaculates, which Dr. Emma clinically records while Des exposes him further. Lucy captures the moment triumphantly, declaring Bobby's inherent suitability for this dynamic. The scent of leather and sweat thickened as Des pressed forward, his erection bumping against Bobby's trapped cock—mockingly gentle—before sliding lower. Bobby's breath hitched when he felt the blunt pressure against his entrance, the plastic crinkle of his diaper the only barrier left. "Wait—" he gasped, but Lucy shushed him with a fingertip to his lips. "Shh," she murmured, her other hand already lifting her skirt to reveal bare skin beneath. "Daddy's just getting started." Des chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening on Bobby's hips as he leaned in close. "Count the thrusts for me, princess." Bobby's world narrowed to the撕裂痛 of stretch, the obscene squelch of lubricant—when had Emma even handed it over?—and the way Des' cock seemed to *pulse* inside him, reshaping his insides with every brutal snap of hips. The nursing student's moan was unexpected—her fingers twitching toward her own throat as she watched, mesmerized, while Lucy arched against Bobby's shoulder, her breath coming faster. "That's it," she panted, nails digging into Bobby's satin-clad thigh. "Take it like a good little cuck." SUMMARY^1: Des positions himself against Bobby, using degrading language while Lucy escalates the psychological torment. He penetrates Bobby despite weak protests, with Emma facilitating silently. The nursing student reacts viscerally as Lucy praises Bobby's compliance, reinforcing his submission through physical and verbal dominance. The clinic's fluorescent lights buzzed louder, bleaching the scene in sterile brightness—Emma's clinical notes, the studen's bitten lip, Lucy's smeared lipstick as she came untouched just from watching. And Bobby? He was floating somewhere beyond shame, his body jerking in time with Des' thrusts, his tiny cock spurting helplessly against the leather belt with a high, broken whine. Des groaned—a deep, satisfied sound—as he buried himself to the hilt. "Fuck," he growled, "you really *are* just a hole." The wet slap of skin echoed off the tiles as Bobby's vision whited out. Dr. Emma's pen froze mid-scribble when Lucy suddenly straddled Bobby's chest, her skirt riding up as she ground against his tear-streaked face. "Clean me up, baby," she ordered, her thighs trembling—not from pleasure, but from the power of it. Des chuckled, his thrusts turning lazy now, possessive. The nursing student's clipboard slipped from her fingers entirely when Lucy arched with a gasp, her fingers twisting in Bobby's curls as she came again—this time with his tongue between her legs, his whimpers vibrating against her. SUMMARY^1: Des achieves orgasm while degrading Bobby, who experiences involuntary physical responses. Lucy then mounts Bobby's face, demanding oral service as Des continues slow thrusts. The nursing student is visibly overwhelmed as Lucy climaxes from the combined domination and Bobby's forced participation. Bobby barely registered the cold wipe Emma used to swab his stomach—sample collected, humiliation quantified—or the way Des finally pulled out with a wet pop, leaving him gaping and slick. All he could focus on was Lucy's heel digging into his thigh as she reached for Des' softening cock, guiding it toward Bobby's swollen lips. "Say thank you," she murmured, her thumb pressing down on his tongue. The taste of salt and leather flooded his mouth as he obediently sucked—not for pleasure, but because even now, his body craved the degradation. The students were breathing hard, their cheeks flushed darker than Bobby's abused ass when Emma finally cleared her throat. "Well," she said, snapping her gloves off, "I believe we've confirmed the hypothesis." Des smirked, tucking himself away with a casual zip as Lucy patted Bobby's damp curls. "Good boy," she purred, though her gaze was already sliding toward her phone—toward the next text, the next man, the next performance. Bobby shut his eyes. Somewhere beneath the ache and the stickiness, beneath the crinkle of his ruined diaper, he felt it—the traitorous twitch of renewed arousal. SUMMARY^1: Emma collects samples while Lucy forces Bobby to orally service Des, reinforcing his conditioned submission. The students react with visible arousal as Emma concludes the session clinically. Lucy's praise is hollow, her attention already shifting to future exploits, while Bobby's body betrays him with another humiliating physical response. SUMMARY^2: Des escalates Bobby's degradation through physical stimulation and penetration, reinforced by Lucy's verbal humiliation. Bobby's involuntary responses confirm his conditioned submission while Emma clinically documents the process. The nursing student observes with fascination as Lucy climaxes from the domination, reinforcing Bobby's role before concluding with forced oral servitude, leaving Bobby visibly broken. Des tossed the belt onto the exam table with a thud, the leather still warm from Bobby's thighs. "Keep it," he said, nodding at the mess between Bobby's legs. "Something to remember me by." Lucy laughed, high and bright, as she snapped a final photo—Bobby's glazed eyes, his swollen lips, the glint of saliva on his chin. The nursing student bit her knuckle, her knees pressing together. Emma merely scribbled another note. "Fascinating," she murmured. "The refractory period appears to be... negligible." The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting everything in a harsh, unflinching glow. Bobby's legs trembled as he tried to sit up, his frilly dress twisted, his diaper sagging. Lucy sighed, tapping her phone screen. "Des, baby, can you grab his party dress? We can't have him leaking on the Uber." Des chuckled, reaching for the pastel pink satin dress adorned with pink and white lace ruffles garment draped over the chair. Bobby flinched when the soft fabric brushed his skin—another layer of humiliation, another costume. Emma adjusted her glasses. "I'll email the full report," she said, as though discussing bloodwork. "Though I doubt you'll need it." Bobby's breath hitched as Lucy leaned in, her perfume cloying, her lips brushing his ear. "Next time," she whispered, "we'll invite the neighbors." His cock twitched again—pathetic, eager. Des laughed loud and cruel, as the door swung shut behind them. SUMMARY^1: Des leaves the belt as a degrading souvenir while Lucy captures Bobby's ruined state. Emma notes his lack of refractory period clinically. Bobby struggles to sit up as Lucy arranges his transport, ensuring further public humiliation in his soiled attire. Emma promises a formal report, underscoring the session's clinical detachment. Lucy whispers plans for escalated exposure, provoking Bobby's involuntary physical response as Des mocks him during their exit. Emma's fingers lingered on the clipboard, her gaze flicking to the nursing students—one flushed, the other gripping the counter like she might collapse. "Debrief in five," she murmured, though her eyes stayed fixed on the damp stain spreading across the exam table paper. Bobby's whimper was muffled by the crinkle of his plastic pants as he curled into himself, his tiny fists clutching the ruffled hem of his dress. nappy ,plastic pants and frilly knickers on dispaly for all to see. Outside, rain began to patter against the clinic windows, a rhythmic counterpoint to the wet sounds still echoing in Bobby's ears. Lucy's heels clicked down the hallway, her laughter mingling with Des' low growl—voices fading, but the humiliation clinging like the scent of latex andp sweat. The younger student finallyin exhaled, her knees bucklingk  as she sank onto the abandonedfrilly k stool. "Jesus," she breathed, staring at Bobby's trembling form. "That was... crazy .. shit." SUMMARY^1: Emma dismisses the overwhelmed students while observing Bobby's lingering shame. The rain outside contrasts with the vivid memories of degradation as Lucy and Des depart. The younger student collapses, stunned by the intensity of the session, while Bobby remains curled in his infantilized state. Emma snappedcker her pen against the clipboard,s an her smile sharp as a scalpel. "Take notes," she saidastic, nodding toward Bobby pan's twitching thighs. "ts Section 4.3—'Post-Coital Regression in Adult Infantilism.'" The other student swallowed hard, her fingers shaking as she reached for her own pen. Bobby shut his eyes, the crinkle of his diaper deafening in the sudden silence. Somewhere, a phone buzzed—Lucy's, probably. Another text. Another man. Another night. His tiny cock gave a feeble pulse against the soaked padding. The clinic door creaked open again, letting in the scent of rain and car exhaust. The maure attractive female  cleaner paused in the doorway, hermop bucket sloshing as she took in the scene—the ruffled dress, the plastic pants, the way Bobby's breath hitched when Emma's gloved finger traced the outline of his useless little nub. "Uh,,,oh dear she  said, blinking.hen stifling a laugh . Emma didn't look up. "Closed for maintenance," she lied smoothly, nudging the belt off the exam table with her shoe. It hit the floor with a thud that made Bobby flinch. Outside, taillights streaked through the wet glass as Lucy's Uber pulled away. Des' laughter lingered in the air like cigar smoke. The younger student finally unfroze, her voice hushed. "What happens to him now?" Emma peeled off her gloves with a snap. "Same as always." She glanced at Bobby, curled fetal in his frills, and sighed. "He'll go home. He'll cry. He'll beg." Her pen hovered over the final checkbox. "And tomorrow, he'll ask for it again." Rain drummed harder now, a steady tattoo against the windows. Bobby's fingers crept toward the belt—the one Des had left behind. The leather was still warm. He pressed it to his cheek and inhaled, his hips jerking in tiny, frantic circles. The student gasped. Emma just smied, jotting down one last note. "Case study concluded," she murmured. "Subject remains... compliant." The cleaner  backed away, her mop forgotten. The younger student—Jenna, Bobby remembered suddenly—licked her lips. "Dr. Forbs?" she whispered. "Can I... stay?" Emma arched a brow, then shrugged, handing her the clipboard. Jenna's fingers brushed Bobby's thigh—hesitant, then bold—as she traced the lace trim of his frilly pink satin knickers His breath hitched. Emma's phone buzzed—Lucy's name flashing beside a photo of Des, already shirtless in her bed. "Ah," Emma sighed. "Home improvements." Bobby whimpered as Jenna's fingers dipped beneath the elastic, hernails scraping in a way his thighs tremble. The older student groaned, her now fumbling with scrubs. "Jesus, Em, can we—?" Emma was already at the door, turning the lock  with a decisive click. "Ten minutes," she said. Then, softer: "Mind the diaper. He leaks when overstimulated." The rain blurred everything beyond the glass—streaks of neon and headlights, the distant honk of traffic. Inside, though, the clinic ligh hummed, unflinching, as Jenna's breath hit Bobby's neck. "Pathetic," she murmured, but her palm pressed down harder, her hips grinding against the exam table's edge. The other student moaned, her fingers tangled in Bobby's curls, yanking his head back. Somewhere, Emma's pen scratched across paper. The belt forgotten now, slid to the floor with a sound like surrender. Bobby's thighs trembled under Jenna's touch, the wet crinkle of his plastic pants amplifying in the small room. The cleaner had left her mop propped against the door, but no one cared—not when Jenna's teeth sank into Bobby's shoulder, not when the other student gasped, "God, he's *soaking* through," her fingers coming away glistening. Emma adjusted her glasses, clinical, detached, but her pupils dilated as Jenna's nails raked down Bobby's chest. "Fascinating," she murmured, though her knuckles whitened around the clipboard. A knock. Three sharp raps, then silence. Jenna froze, her hand still fisted in Bobby's dress. The other student whimpered, pressing closer, her thigh slippery against Bobby's. Emma exhaled through her nose. "Ignore it," she said, but her eyes flicked to the door—to the shadow stretching beneath it. Another knock. Then a voice, low and rough: "Doc? You in there?" Des. Bobby's stomach lurched. Jenna's grip tightened, her lips curling. "Missed us already?" she called, her free hand slipping beneath the diaper's waistband. Bobby sobbed. Emma's phone buzzed—Lucy's name, again—but this time, the text was just a photo: Bobby's belt, looped around Des' thick wrist, the caption *Forgot something*. The older student moaned, her forehead dropping to Bobby's shoulder. Jenna laughed, high and bright, as the doorknob rattled. "Too late," she singsonged, her fingers working faster. Emma sighed, snapping her gloves back on. "Ten minutes," she repeated, but her gaze lingered on the shadow under the door. Bobby squeezed his eyes shut. The rain kept falling. The clinic lights hummed. The knocking turned to pounding, the door shuddering in its frame. "Open the fuck up," Des growled, his voice muffled but unmistakable. Jenna rolled her eyes, her grip tightening on Bobby’s hips. "Busy," she called back, popping the "s" like bubblegum. The other student giggled, her fingers tangling in Bobby’s curls, yanking his head back to expose his throat. Emma’s pen hovered over her notes, but her breath hitched when Jenna’s thumb brushed the soaked padding between Bobby’s legs. "Christ," she muttered, scribbling something illegible. "Case study *indeed*." The pounding stopped. A beat of silence. Then—a slow, deliberate scrape of metal against the doorframe. Des’ voice dropped to a whisper, oily with promise: "Better hurry, Doc. Lucy’s getting *impatient*." Bobby’s breath hitched, his thighs trembling as Jenna’s nails dug into the soft flesh above his frilly garter. Emma’s clipboard clattered to the floor. The older student whimpered, pressing closer, her lips brushing Bobby’s ear. "He’s *dripping*," she breathed. Outside, the rain blurred everything—streetlights, laughter, the sound of a car door slamming. Jenna’s phone buzzed—Lucy again, this time with a video: Des, shirtless in the Uber, his belt coiled around his fist. The caption read *Coming back for seconds*. Jenna smirked, shoving the screen in Bobby’s face. "Look at that," she purred, her free hand slipping beneath his diaper. "Someone’s *popular*." Bobby’s whimper was lost in the sudden screech of tires outside, the clinic lights flickering as the door shuddered one last time. Emma sighed, peeling off her gloves. "Time’s up," she said, but her eyes never left Jenna’s fingers. The rain kept falling. The belt lay forgotten on the floor.

With some help from @NorthShoreAdam (he sent me the cheat code) and the head of my local VA Pharmacy, I am now getting MegaMax Lite diapers monthly.

I have had to deal with one messy diaper in public, it was not the easiest but I went as I was trying to transfer from my wheelchair to the toilet, all the other times it has happened in public I have waited until I got home and cleaned up and changed there as I have generally been on the way home when the urge hits, so I would say I do have some bowel incontinence already.  There was another time when the temptation was really strong because I was staying in a hotel with a ridiculously high bed which was tricky and tiring to transfer on and off of which made it tempting but I didn't have the right supplies in wipes or a disposable bed mat to make it feel safe