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Diaper References
Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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By DesiLover2 · Posted
took ideas from a few roleplays that were done by robehouse and Ishigreensa in past. mother - Luna ( 35 years old) daughter - Tia ( 10 years old) Brother-in-law - Jacob ( 37 years old) ( very nice and caring person) Luna had lost her husband 2 months ago but since then hasnt had any source of income to pay her bills leading to her power and water being shut off. as a last resort she ends up calling Jacob to see if he was willing to take them with him. Waiting for someone willing to join -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter Six : The living room was quiet, but the quiet felt warm, cozy, and filled with gentle purpose. Troy sat cross-legged on the couch, still adjusting to the idea of calling Sam “Mommy” and Ashley “Mama.” His small, hopeful smile never left his face. Sam pulled a notebook from the coffee table drawer while Ashley grabbed a pen. “Okay,” Sam began, flipping to a blank page, “let’s figure out everything we’ll need for Troy to fully experience being a baby under our care for the next week.” Ashley leaned closer, her voice soft and encouraging. “Remember, this isn’t overwhelming—just what will help him feel safe, cared for, and comfortable.” Troy’s eyes lit up at the words. “A… a week?” he asked quietly, his voice full of anticipation. “Yep,” Ashley said with a gentle smile. “Seven days. You get to see how it feels. And after that… you decide if you want to continue as a baby or move on to toddler stage.” Troy nodded slowly, his heart beating a little faster. “I… I like that.” Sam opened her notebook and wrote the first item: 1. Diapers – Enough for the week, in a size that’s comfortable. Ashley added a few more notes. “2. Bottles and formula. 3. Baby-friendly snacks. 4. Onesies, sleepers, soft clothes… all comfy.” Troy leaned forward, excitement threading his voice. “And… maybe some pacifiers? And… um, soft blankets?” “Exactly,” Sam said, smiling at his enthusiasm. “Blankets, swaddles, and maybe a few plush toys. Comfort items are really important.” Ashley scribbled down: 5. Pacifiers and comfort items 6. Soft blankets and swaddles 7. Plush toys Troy’s hands fidgeted in his lap. “And… maybe books? Picture books… I like looking at them.” Sam nodded. “Good idea. A few picture books, maybe some simple stories you can follow along with.” Ashley added: 8. Age-appropriate books and stories “Also,” Troy continued, a little shy but excited, “maybe… some baby-safe cups… for when I want to drink but not a bottle?” Sam jotted it down. 9. Sippy cups for water and juice Ashley smiled warmly. “Perfect. Anything else you think of, Troy, just tell us. This is about what makes youcomfortable.” Troy hesitated, then whispered, “Maybe… soft music? Lullabies?” “Absolutely,” Ashley said softly, writing: 10. Music and lullabies. Sam closed the notebook with a gentle snap. “Okay. That’s our starting list. We’ll make sure everything is ready so you can fully experience this week as our little one.” Troy’s eyes sparkled, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. “I… I can’t believe this is really happening.” Ashley reached over, brushing a loose strand of hair from his forehead. “It’s happening because you chose it,” she said. “We’re just here to make it safe, comfortable, and full of love.” Sam leaned in, resting a hand lightly on Troy’s shoulder. “One week, little one. You explore, we support, and after that… you make your decision.” Troy nodded, feeling a bubbling mix of excitement and relief. “I… I think I want to try it. I really do.” Ashley’s smile widened. “Then it’s settled. Seven days of care, comfort, and fun.” Sam glanced at Troy, her eyes warm and steady. “And don’t worry, little one. We’ll be with you every step of the way.” Troy leaned back into the couch, the soft blankets and gentle warmth of the room suddenly feeling like home. For the first time in a long time, he felt safe… small… and fully seen. The next morning, the soft glow of sunlight spilled through the curtains, dust particles catching in the warm beams. Troy sat on the couch, a little nervous but excited, while Sam and Ashley gathered the notebook and their reusable shopping bags. “Ready for your first big shopping trip, little one?” Ashley asked, her tone teasing but gentle. Troy’s cheeks flushed, and he nodded eagerly. “I think so… yes.” Sam smiled warmly. “Don’t worry—we’ll make sure everything on the list is perfect.” The trio arrived at the store, Troy holding onto a small tote Ashley had given him. The grocery carts rattled across the tile floors as they made their way through each aisle. Sam steered them first to the baby section. Troy’s eyes widened at the rows of colorful diapers, bottles, and soft blankets. He felt a flutter of wonder—like he was seeing a whole new world designed just for him. “Let’s start with diapers,” Sam suggested, picking up a pack and holding it out. “We want something soft and comfy.” Troy reached out tentatively. “Um… maybe the smaller size?” “Good idea,” Ashley said, smiling. “We want you to feel cozy, not overwhelmed.” Next came bottles, sippy cups, and formula. Troy examined each one carefully, his curiosity lighting up his face. “I think… this one looks nice,” he said, holding up a pastel-colored bottle. Ashley nodded. “Perfect. We’ll get a few so you always have one ready.” Sam guided him toward clothes. Soft onesies, sleepers, and little socks that made him feel tiny but safe. Troy held them up against himself, giggling softly at how small he looked. “I didn’t know… clothes could be this soft,” he whispered. “They’re for comfort, little one,” Sam said gently, brushing a hand over his hair. “Everything is about making you feel safe and loved.” Troy’s hands lingered on a plush toy. “Can… can I pick this one?” Ashley smiled warmly. “Of course. You should have things that make you happy.” By the time they reached the checkout, Troy’s cart was filled with everything on the list: diapers, bottles, onesies, blankets, soft toys, books, even a little music player Ashley had found. His heart felt light and excited, like a fluttering in his chest he hadn’t felt in years. Back at home, Sam and Ashley began unpacking the groceries, taking extra care with Troy’s items. “Okay, little one,” Sam said, holding up the notebook again. “Here’s how the week will go. You’ll have your space, your things, and your routine. We’ll guide you and care for you, but you tell us what’s right and what isn’t. Agreed?” Troy nodded eagerly. “Agreed.” Ashley knelt in front of him, gently holding his hands. “And remember… nothing happens faster than you’re comfortable with. If at any moment you want to pause or stop, you just tell us.” “I understand,” Troy whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I… I feel safe.” Sam leaned down to ruffle his hair gently. “Good. That’s exactly what we want.” Ashley’s voice softened even more. “And for the week, you’ll fully be our baby. You can sleep, eat, play, and relax without worrying about anything else. At the end of the seven days… you decide if you want to stay as a baby a little longer, or move into the toddler stage. This is all about you.” Troy blinked, feeling a warmth spreading through him. “I… I think I want to try it,” he said softly, but firmly. “I really do.” Sam smiled warmly. “Then it’s official. Our little one for the week.” Ashley leaned in, brushing Troy’s cheek with her hand. “Welcome home, little guy. Let’s make this week full of love, comfort, and fun.” Troy’s grin grew wide, his heart swelling with a sense of belonging he hadn’t felt in a long time. For the first time, he wasn’t just testing the waters. He was diving in, knowing he was safe, cherished, and deeply seen. -
Yeah I’m now so afraid Marcus is about to go scorched earth on Paul. This is about to be really really bad -
Best. Snuggle. Partner. Possible! (Except maybe a Collie the size of a small horse. But even then it's really close.) I'm more than happy to inspire a silly anecdote! I ... may have had to skim the story more than once to make sure that my references line up at least somewhat. Aside form inserting a Hugh adopting a little and a bear, and the little with a backpack riding the bear. I even have like a mental movie of a showdown with a Cyclops where Hugh is trying to distract it and the Cyclops mistakes the little for a baby (of course, given the theme of the DD) and tries to take him away from the bear because like "That baby isn't supposed to be on a bear." (which is fair) and when it tries to take him, the little runs between the cyclops legs which then leans down to try to pick him up. Hugh is able to use a hastily made lasso to throw it over the Cyclops horn (It has a horn in my story, make peace with it) and catch it off balance and pull it off the hilltop where it goes rolling down a tall hill and into the a bay where there ship is anchored in the distance. Then they are able to dash into the cave, recover the golden Alpaca (I said what I said) and make a getaway while the Cyclops is trying to get free of the mud. In my mental movie the Cyclops (Named Clydeaus the Sizable) doesn't die because I like it better this way. ... I don't have an active imagination, YOU have an active imagination. Edit for flavor: For the rest of the trip, until they return the Golden Alpaca to the glade where the God that it was stolen from lives, the Alpaca keeps licking the little. The little spends several weeks doing everything he can to hide from the giant Golden Alpaca, from climbing ropes on the ships rigging to napping behind barrels. When they return the Alpaca to the God, he rewards them by opening up a new straight between continents for them to travel home through. -
By Little_Mouse · Posted
Maximum petrol price so far for octane 95 in my country during the Iran war: dkr16.09 kr. per liter equals $9.40 per gallon. It cost me $103 to fill up my almost empty tank today.
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