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Diaper References
Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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Zoe blankly stared at the static tv in her trailer. She ate from her usual meal of whatever canned food shed managed to sneak past her daddy. She missed him. Because what that bitch, what Evelyn had turned him into was not her daddy anymore. It had been ten years since Ethan had come. She had been sure he would be the one. Now she knew that he was eating in the house with his wife with the people that used to be her parents. And the child who should have aged and died. Zoe should have known that her hope would shatter. Should have known that Eveline had been faking the aging or had found some way out of it. The status qou was unchanged. She was the outsider forced to live in a RV outside her own house. Forced to scrounge up food at risk of being beaten by her own dad if she got cuaght. There was a knock at the door. Zoe jumped. She tried to rationalize it as something else. Wind. Definitely not a person. Or one of those mold creatures. Trying not to let that creeping thought that had filled her decade of "shes finally come to kill me." The knock came again. This time louder. "Open up sister. You don't want to keep me waiting do you?" Zoe had to suppress a scream. She knew the voice. Though her voice sounded less, childlike? Zoe felt pain and looked down in panic as the skin just above her hand started to turn Grey. She rushed to the door and practically threw it open. The pain ceased. The site in front of her was almost as painful. It was Evelyn. Black hair. Pale skin. With one change. She was older. Not in the sense of the old lady she had pretended to be. No, in the sense of someone old enough to be starting college. She had changed. Zoe had not. Other then being too skinny from some bad days without food. She hadn't gained even a single gray hair. This bitch had taken even that idea of escape out. That one day she might just drop. "Wow you are mighty thin" Even the way she talked was different. More of her daddy and ma's accent. Looking closely more out of a hope to find some means of escape then a anything else. She noticed that Evelyn also had small changes. Ways that made her look familiar as if she was just another baker. Made a little bit more wrong by the attempt to combine traits of Ethan and Mia. It should have made her look ugly or monstrous. Instead it made her exoticly pretty. Evelyn didn't bother to ask as she walked in. Somehow that shocked Zoe. Like a part of her had thought that this place was a sanctuary Evelyn could not touch. Even when she knew deep down Evelyn could have had her in that damn house and no trailer was going to keep her from doing that. "I guess this place did make for a nice cage" Evelyn mused. "Cage?" Zoe asked confused. "Well yeah. Can't be letting the family pet walk around freely now. Then they might wander off." Zoe balled her fists. Of course thats how Evelyn had saw her. She'd always known deep down. It was either that or Evelyn didn't care about her. She'd have preferred the second option. At least indifference was better then being seen as the family dog. "Nope. None of that." Zoe felt her hand slowly unclench. To surprised to fight the influence. "There. Its not like a punch would do anything to me anyways. Plus! I have a proposal for you. One I think you'll like." "Your gonna kill me? Let my family go? Either sounds good." "No and maybe. Depends on the choice you make." Evelyn didn't take a seat just stood there. Zoe did take a seat. She didn't offer food or anything polite. This psychotic bitch didn't deserve that. It was also the only. It was also litterly the only act of defiance she had left to her In this situation apparently. Evelyn pulled two objects out of grocery bags Zoe had only just noticed. One was a tapaware filled with a very recognizable food. The disgusting mix of inards and mystery meat her ma made ever since this bitch had taken her. The other object Evelyn held out in her hand. A baby bottle filled with a chilled white drink. Not milk but something Zoe hadn't seen or had the choice of in years. A milkshake. "So here's your choice. Choice number one. You eat grandma's cooking. You come back to the house, we give you a room. You spend the next few months and years being tormented by me. Until you get the ol "welcome to the family." "The other option?" Zoe asked wondering what sorta of crazy bullshit this psycho had in store for her now. "You become my baby. You get to drink this delicious... well what I assume is delicious on account of my not eating. Milk shake." Zoe was about to speak but her mouth didn't respond. All she could do was glare daggers. "Uh uh! No interrupting me silly. See, this is the part I think you'll like. If you agree to become my spoiled little girl. And I do mean to spoil you. I leave the mansion. I let your ma and pa off the leash. I'll even hand them off to the BSSA if thats what you want. They have some liaisons outside my range." "No more scurrying around. You'll get home cooked meals. Ice cream. Toys. Even movies and games. All you have to do is crawl over here and let me feed you this bottle." Zoe looked at the wretched food in the container. Which made the milk shake look so inviting. And would she really let her Ma and her Daddy go? "You'll really let them go? They'll be normal again?" She asked barely surprising a hopeful sob. "Yep. It might take em a bit to get to whatcha call normal. But I wont hamper them in that at least." Zoe wagered her options. She couldn't run, the bitch would just calscfy her. So she had to choose one of two options this psychotic gir-women had laid before her. Really there was only ever really one choice. She got on all fours and started crawling. -
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By bj & the bear · Posted
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Imagine thinking the kind of people who can afford to put their kids into a prestigious academy like this could be bought off this easily. The arrogance is astonishing. The bad press that would come out of this would be much worse for the school than for Paul. -
It’s an interesting question. I don’t think that wearing diapers of itself will necessarily increase urgency and frequency but there’s a lot of reasonable-quality evidence out there that “giving in” to urgency and frequency will over time make the problem worse. Of course diapers enable “giving in” because they are a garment in which one may urinate at will. I basically abandoned any efforts to hold my pee when I went 24/7 a bit over 8 years ago. I noticed that over time, I began to pee more frequently but in smaller volumes. I never experienced any urgency because I never tried to “hold on”. I'm not incontinent. During the day I could stay dry if I need to but it takes concentration and frequent trips to the bathroom. It's just easier to use my nappies. I suspect that if I just allowed my bladder to fill normally and voided into a nappy instead of a toilet there would be zero effect on my control. On the other hand, I must consider the possibility that my urgency/frequency is a function of advancing age and would be happening with or without nappies. My bedwetting however I put down 100% to nappy-habituation.
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