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Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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By BloncoCraven · Posted
Part 1: I remember her. Maria, my wife. In flashes. In moments a flicker of her exists in my brain but before I can grab it- “Good morning baby.” She said sweetly. “Mama?” I looked up at her. “Yes, my prince?” “When can I see Maria again?” I asked. She grew angry. “Who's Maria?” I thought carefully, “I don't know.” She patted my head. “My silly little dreamer.” She put down the bars of my crib and lifted me up, supporting my padded butt. She carried me across the room, her long gold entangled dread locks bouncing with every step. Her touch was tender and the most loving thing I had any memory of. “Mama?” “What is it baby?” “Why do we never leave here?” I asked. “There is no outside, Maxi.” She said with a smile, “Not anymore.” “And never again!” I smiled back, clapping my hands as she sat down in the rocking chair. She laid me across her lap and took out her breast. I was practically drooling at the sight of it. “My hungry boy.” She laughed. I latched on her nipple immediately and began to suckle. The more I suckled the more numb my brain became. I could feel my thoughts of Maria slipping away, but the more I suckled the less I cared. Mama was all I needed and Mama was in this box with me. “Why would I want to be anywhere else?” I wondered. In time Mama's breast was empty. She pulled my head back to stop my suckling. She held me over her shoulder and patted my back. I burped and blushed. Smiling as Mama's soft shoulder was on my chin. This woman was my universe. The only other person in the world. In this box. “In this box. Mama.” I mumbled. Mama stood up and carried me to the play corner and sat me in it. She let go of me and I reached out in desperation for her. But mama went back to her rocking chair. She opened up her scrap book to look through old pictures of me. I was comforted to know that just as much as she was my one and only, so too was I hers. “Maria.” A thought crossed my mind, “Mamaria. Mama Mama Mama.” I thought of her, this woman who drifted in and out of my mind. But like a flicker of a flame on a candle she was gone. After all Maria was not in this box, and Mama was. “Mama is better.” I thought as I stared at her. “She has the feeder boobies, she's so pretty and gentle with me. Maria was a meanie. She made me go to work place. Cook the chicken. I don't like to cook the chicken. I'm Mama's baby.” I started to bounce up and down in my diapered seat. “Mama!” I called out. “Yes baby?” “I'm Mama's baby!” I said. “Yes you are! And you're learning so good!” She smiled wide. “Yes Mama Ma-Ma.” I clapped. “Don't think too hard, little one. You don't wanna remember the outside.” “You're right Mama.” I said. I looked down at my toys, all my favourites from childhood. “But my childhood is now, or future. I'm a baby now. No. Where's Maria?” I started to panic until I looked up at Mama and fell into calmness. I looked down at my toys and picked them up. I thought of a story as I moved them around. My Ironman toy and my Cyclops toy went on a time traveling adventure and met my Conan the Barbarian toy. They had to battle the time cops. It was a noble and epic story, filled with strife and tragedy and as it carried on a semblance of something grew in me. A feeling of tragedy. The sadness crept up in my heart like a black widow threw a darkened shed. My heart ached. “Maria would make me feel better. I wanna hug Maria.” I looked up to find her, but I saw Mama and forgot her again. “Mama!” I said, as I climbed unsteadily to my feet and waddled to her as fast as I could. “I was having so much fun with my toys!” I hugged her. “I know! I was watching you the whole time, little man!” She pulled me into a hug and my face grew warm with love. I felt her tug my diaper back. “I thought I smelled some poopies.” She said. I smiled and wiggled, “Yes Mama. Just like you said to.” “Such a good boy!” Mama said. “Mama. I have a question.” I told her. “What is it baby?” She asked softly. “Mama doesn't wear diapers. But there's no toilet in this box.” “That's right baby.” She agreed. “Where do your poopies go?” I asked. “Don't you worry about it, sprout.” She tickled my tummy and I fell onto her lap. “My cute little boy, so curious. Go play in your corner baby. Mama needs some rest.” “Ok Mama.” I agreed. I toddled back over to my play corner and flopped down, for tummy time. I pulled over my colouring book and crayons, getting to work on a picture of Po, my favorite teletubbie. “Mama. Can we watch teletubbies?” I asked her. “I'd love to, baby. But you know there's no tv in the box. If there was a tv we might see someone who's not us. Can't have that.” She reminded me. “Ok.” I said. But I began to think, “Maria loved tv. If she was here she'd get me tv. But how would she get out of the box?” I looked around for a door but the more I searched for one, a sickening sense pooled in my stomach, getting worse and worse until I realized, “No door means no work, no chicken place.” I smiled, “Just baby time. Just baby time with Ma-ma.” I began to wonder what Maria looked like. I couldn't remember the woman. The love of my life who I had dedicated my life to. “She has such a pretty smile.” I thought, “I wish she had smiled more. Mama smiles so much more than Ma-Ma… Who?” I forgot her again when I spotted my teddy. I crawled over and grabbed him. I cuddled up nice and warm and laid down on the rosey carpet. “I love teddy almost as much as I love Ma-Mama.” I said. “Good boy. You love no one more than Mama, right Maxi?” She asked. “Yes Mama!” I said as my brain filled with pleasure and clouds. There was fear in the background of it all, but for some reason I didn't want out of the box. My fear was that someone would take me out. -
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Thanks for this. Tanaka is based on the guy you're thinking of-- Akio Kashiwagi. -
Mikey is first year, and Ron a senior. The difference in age translates out as a difference in maturity. Same thing with Stan and Alex. They all end up in diapers, but the girls use different strategies to get them there.
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