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Diaper References
Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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By Marina Kits · Posted
If society could just get over their diaper stigma stupidity, there are a lot of situations that make sense to use a diaper. Your work is a perfect example. But then again, if diapers were "normal", would it be fun for us anymore? -
By Huggies wearer · Posted
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By bj & the bear · Posted
I agree, some regression therapy of her own just might do her some good. -
Seeking out a strong man in spite of him being toxic as fuck = Daddy issues. Maybe she does need a little regression therapy of her own. -
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By henrilakes11 · Posted
Chapter 15: Five Days Without Alice Several weeks later, Alice was invited on a 40th birthday cruise with friends from her book club. It would be her first girls’ trip since Mia was born, and she was excited. The evening before she left, Alex and Alice sat at the kitchen table while Mia did homework upstairs. Alice had spent the previous week pumping extra milk and freezing it in neatly labeled breastmilk bags. “I pumped as much as I could,” she explained. “Thaw them in the fridge overnight, then warm the milk in a bowl of hot water, just like we used to do for Mia. It won’t be the same as nursing, but it’ll keep you fed.” Alex looked at the rows of frozen bags. “You made all these bottles for me?” Alice nodded. “I know it won’t feel the same. You can still nurse tomorrow morning before I leave and again when I get back.” He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “This is great, babe. If anyone deserves a vacation, it’s you. Thank you for thinking of everything.” Alice smiled. “Sara’s also coming over every day to help with Mia so you can focus on work. She offered to warm bottles… and to help with checks and changes if you need it.” Alex was quiet for a moment. Sara and Mark had seen their routine many times without judgment, but the idea of his friend handling his changes still felt exposing in a new way. “I’ll be grateful for the help with Mia,” he said finally. “Work has been brutal lately. I haven’t changed myself in years, but I think I can manage. It’s nice to know I have backup though.” The next morning, Alice left early for her flight. Alex and Alice shared a long, intimate nursing session in bed beforehand. He latched deeply, savoring the warm, familiar flow of her milk and the steady rhythm of suckling. “Have an amazing time,” he whispered afterward, pulling her into a tight hug and kiss. “We’ll miss you.” “Love you, babe.” Alice smiled as her Uber arrived. Alex helped load her bags, then watched the car pull away. As he walked back inside, Alice caught one last glimpse of his diaper peeking above his pajama waistband and smiled softly. Alex woke Mia, made breakfast, packed her lunch, and drove her to school. “Bye, Dad!” she called, slamming the car door and running off with her friends. The empty house felt strangely quiet. For years Alice had been a constant in his daily rhythm. Alex sighed, put his hands on his hips, and got to work. After his 9 a.m. meeting, he warmed his first bottle and drank it at his desk. The rubber nipple felt odd, and the flow was different from nursing. It took several attempts to find a comfortable suckling pattern. Around noon, he changed his soaked diaper on the changing table. His hands moved through the familiar motions, though the tape job wasn’t as neat as Alice’s. The day passed uneventfully until 3 p.m., when Mia burst through the door with Sara. “Hey, Dad!” Mia gave him a big hug. Before heading to piano lessons, Sara asked casually, “Need a bottle warmed? Or anything else?” “Yeah… that’d be great. Thanks.” Later that afternoon, after Mia and Sara left, Alex realized he was overdue for a change, and it was messy. He started the process himself but opted for a quick shower to make cleanup easier. By the time he returned to the changing table wrapped in a towel, Sara and Mia were back. Sara peeked into the bedroom. “We’re home. Need help with that?” Alex hesitated, then nodded. “If you don’t mind. My tape job earlier was less than perfect.” Sara changed him with calm efficiency, chatting about Mia’s piano lesson as she worked. When she finished, she pulled a pair of gym shorts up over his fresh diaper. “Better?” she asked. “Much better. Thanks, Sara.” She grinned. “We haven’t told you yet, but Mark and I have been exploring some adult baby roleplay. You two inspired us, so I’ve been getting practice with changes.” Alex’s eyes widened, then he smiled. “That’s awesome. I’m really happy you’re both exploring what feels good for you.” The next few days followed a similar gentle pattern. Alex drank bottles while sitting with Mia at breakfast, chatting about her science fair, soccer games, and spelling words. Mia remained completely unfazed. “Finished too? I never get the joy of doing your dishes too.” she said with a smirk. Alex laughed. Mia brought the dishes over to the sink, rinsed her plate and fork, putting it in the dishwasher, and then turned to Alex. “Can I put your nipple in the dishwasher or do you handwash it?” she asked, without any hesitancy. “Handwash the nipple, bottle goes in the dishwasher. I’ll handwash the nipple later.” Alex glanced down at his watch, “Yikes, we’re running late — go grab your stuff.” At school drop-off, Alex gave Mia a quick hug. “Sara’s picking you up today. We’re meeting at the Pizza Palace tonight before your game. Mark’s coming too, it should be fun.” “Awesome! See you later, Dad!” Mia called, slamming the car door and dashing off to join her friends. Alex’s day turned out to be surprisingly productive. He observed several therapists in the field, something he always enjoyed even if he missed being hands-on himself. He appreciated the flexibility and benefits his new role offered. Between patient houses, he would reach for the small insulated bag on the passenger seat, and drink a bottle on the road. The bottles, as strange as they felt at first, had proven surprisingly convenient. When he arrived home, Sara was already there, gathering Mia’s soccer uniform and tidying up around the house. “Hey, Sara!” Alex called, setting the insulated bag on the counter. “Thanks again for all your help.” “No problem, Alex. Any time,” she replied with a warm smile. “We’re excited for Mia’s game tonight!” “I’m going to change real quick. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes.” “Need help?” Sara asked, already moving toward the bedroom. “That’s why I’m here, after all.” The two headed into the bedroom. As Sara changed him, they chatted casually about her and Mark’s evolving dynamic. “So Mark’s wearing diapers now?” Alex asked. “Not all the time, but a couple times a week,” she said. “We’ve both been exploring the AB side of things - pacifiers, onesies, light regression, that sort of thing. Your bottles actually gave us some new ideas.” She chuckled softly. “You’re welcome to take a few once Alice gets back,” Alex offered, genuinely happy for his longtime friends. Once the change was finished, Alex pulled on jeans and Mia’s soccer team T-shirt. In the kitchen, Sara was packing several bottles into the insulated bag. “Figured you’d want a couple while we’re out,” she said. Alex wrapped up his workday while Sara picked up Mia. The three of them rode together, collected Mark, and headed to the Pizza Palace. In the car, Alex sipped from a bottle while Sara, Mark, and Mia chatted animatedly about her day. They enjoyed pizza, then made their way to the soccer field. Mia’s team won, and she scored a goal. On the way home, Alex treated everyone to ice cream to celebrate. He finished another bottle in the car as the sun began to set. Back at the house, Alex said, “Gonna go change. I’ll be right back.” “I’ll help you,” Sara replied. “Mark and Mia, go pick out a movie. We’ll be out in a minute.” After Sara changed him, Alex smiled gratefully. “Thanks again, Sara. For everything. I’m really glad you guys are part of our family.” The four of them settled onto the couch to watch Zootopia. Mia fell asleep about fifteen minutes in. The adults kept the movie going. Sara warmed a fresh bottle for Alex, then returned with something else: a pacifier. She gently slipped it into Mark’s mouth. He nestled against her chest and contentedly sucked on it while they finished the film. Once the movie ended, Sara and Mark headed home. Alex carried Mia to her room, tucked her in gently, and went to bed himself. Alice returned five days later, looking relaxed and sunkissed. Mia ran to her with a hug. “Mom! I scored a goal while you were gone!” Alex pulled her into a long embrace and kiss. “We missed you so much.” That evening, the family gathered at the table. Mia worked on a craft while Alice lifted her shirt. Alex latched on gratefully, the warm, sweet milk and familiar rhythm feeling like coming home. Alice animatedly shared stories about the cruise - ports, shows, karaoke, and food, gesturing with both hands. Alex remained latched, occasionally reacting with his eyes or soft chuckles while Mia asked questions and laughed along. After catching up, Alice took a shower while Mia played outside. Alex waited for his change. As Alice changed him on the table, grateful for the familiar sounds of ripping tapes, cool wipes, soft powder, and snug taping, he told her about the week, the bottles, time with Mia, and Sara and Mark’s new explorations. Alice smiled warmly. “I’ll have to talk to Sara about that. Sounds like it’s been good for them.” The couple slipped back into their comfortable rhythm with a deep sense of gratitude. The week apart had only reinforced how well their lifestyle worked for them, and how grateful they were for each other.
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