Other Fetishes

If you successfully noodged him to make skirts, good on you. I have half a dozen of ths silvery clear ones, a couple clear, and a couple of the frosty-clear taffeta-patterned ones.

Borderlands (Pre-Sequel)

Hi Ababybill lovely to meet you and be here, I look forward to talking to mummy's and daddies too, i was a bit worried about my photos as not all so my diaper

Nothing atm.  Had a Tykables Camelot for bed.  I eneded up getting woke up around 2 in the afternoon, when my mom's husband accidently dialed my number.  I wet it a little bit before I went back to bed.  Got up around 8, but surprisingly, I didn't have to go.  

Chapter Sixty-Two   John laid propped up across the pillow he had stolen from the couch as he finished the draw by numbers farm house.  The drawing was more intricate than any he’d seen in his own dimension, and credit where it’s due, it was definitely challenging and he had to squint every so often. But it got boring VERY quickly. Long before finishing the picture, he gave up and started doodling. The farm house had a giant lightning rod on top. Through the window he was able to press hard with the pencil and put a little chinchilla on the kitchen table with wires running to it (possibly from the lightning rod) and when he finished drawing a squirrel in a lab coat on the roof looking up to the sky, he reached peak boredom. Letting his head flop down onto the mat, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. With a small groan he lifted his head back up and did his best to make a big bushy tail coming out from under the labcoat.  After scribbling a tiny “Rise my monster, RISE!” in tee tiny italicized font (because squirrels are obviously squeaky when they speak English) he just dropped his pencil and looked around. MeMaw was in the kitchen preparing to cook something. Mr Mike had been absolutely railroaded into helping so that he could ‘make some conversation.’ (MeMaw was interrogating him so subtly and so consistently that he expected that MeMaw would know his entire family and work history by the end of the day.) … John mumbled to himself “Where’s Xerxes?” Crawling to the edge of the playmat, he stood up and half waddled to the screen door. The thin child gate between the main door and the screen door was open. And there through the glass, staring at him with a big ol’ goofy grin was a giant Border Collie. Looking up, John knew he couldn’t reach the handle … but it didn’t look fully latched. So he leaned into it fully and grabbed onto the door frame to pull against as well and slowly opened the screen door to let the dog in.  Xerxes stopped in the doorway to smell him all over the face before he dashed inside to the food bowl. As a dog is going to do. Looking out across the yard, John saw a familiar shape on the back fence line.  Steve was there preening himself. With one quick, guilty look inside, John tried to ease the door back mostly shut, hoping it wouldn’t latch. Not wasting a single second, he then went across the porch, climbed awkwardly down the giant steps and went to his wagon that pretty much lived in front of the porch to get an acorn. The one he picked had a crack in it, but it would do.  With a quick-ish waddle right down the stone path in the middle, as fast as he could manage with the by-now fairly wet diaper, he got to the fence and looked up at the squirrel. Steve was just staring down at him, his nose twitching almost expectantly. Dragging an upside-down bucket over, John had to put one foot on the fence and push against it as he clamored awkwardly on top of it. Reaching up and stretching as hard as he could, he was rewarded by Steve reaching down and taking the acorn from him. But this time, instead of taking it and running off with it, Steve inspected the acorn, found the crack in it and stayed right there on the spot chewing into it and eating it there above John. John couldn’t help but watch in fascination as the large-to-him squirrel made quick work of the acorn that he wouldn’t have been able to crack with his bare hands, let alone his teeth. When Steve was done eating, he crawled upside down from the top of the fence to the board that ran sideways along the top, smelling in Johns general direction. Holding up his hand, palm up, the squirrel pressed his cold nose against his palm and he couldn’t help bit giggle as the tiny whiskers tickled his palm. Suddenly Steve froze, looked up behind John and was gone in a flash, leaving behind only the sound of scrabbling claws speeding into the distance. *AHEM.* The clearing of a throat behind him made him suddenly wish that he could jump the fence and go hide in a tree. “Little boy.” John heard MeMaw’s voice behind him. The voice did not sound amused.  Not amused at all. Turning around slowly while still standing on the bucket, he still only came up to MeMaw’s ribs. Looking up, she had a very stern expression.  MeMaw was upset. “Uhhhhh….” John tried to think of what to say, but it wasn’t happening like usual. “And WHAT...” MeMaw put a lot of emphasis on that what. She wasn’t upset. She was mad. “Do you think you are doing?” John tried to tear his gaze away from her eyes and look down, but the moment he tried she snapped her fingers twice and pointed back up toward her eyes. “Ummm… I was feeding Steve.” John admitted around the feeling like there was a frozen rock in his throat. “M-mm.” Came the negative sound. “But I’m allowed to feed the squirrel!” John tried to defend his actions. “You are. But are you allowed outside without a grown up or even a dog to keep you safe?” “But …” He tried. “No buts. You’re going in time out for ten minutes little boy.” She said with a stern tone. Despite what little common sense John had, he couldn’t help but feel indignant. “Are you serious??” he asked incredulously. “TWENTY minutes.” came the only reply he got. “Ah…. Y…”  With hands that felt like steel now instead of like the gentle hands they were even minutes before, MeMaw picked him up around the ribs, put him down on the ground in front of the bucket and pointed to the house. When he didn’t move right away he felt a muted thump on his wet padded booty and heard “March or it’ll be thirty minutes.” He almost puffed up and yelled at her. He wanted to SO badly right now … But one glance up and he had a very distinct feeling that would be a mistake. And so, the same path he had quickly waddled excitedly down a moment ago, he now begrudgingly trudged back toward the house on. When he got to the steps, he usually expected to be picked up and put on the porch by now. But MeMaw just stood there and watched as he had to lean forward and work to get one leg up at a time and stand up awkwardly in the swollen diaper, just to go up the next step, and the next, and finally up onto the porch. She made no move to help. He had gotten himself into this mess, and he would make his way back to the house. MeMaw reached over him and opened the screen door as he got to it. The baby gate was still open.  With one glance at Mike, John could see that the man looked sympathetic to his plight, but he clearly couldn’t do anything to help. So it was that John went to his stool in front of the couch and tried to pick it up, and when he couldn’t because the swollen diaper made it too awkward, he just dragged it haphazardly like a sulking toddler to the corner where Mommy had put him in time out just a week before. Finding the cushion for the top of the stool in the corner where it lived in case he had to be put in time out, John grabbed it and put it on top of the stool. With a huff he turned around, crossed his arms and plopped down onto the stool dramatically. Sassily, even. Hearing a snapping of fingers above his head, he looked up to see MeMaw looking down at him.  With a terrifying coldness in her voice, MeMaw explained “John, I need you to realize that you are being punished for sneaking outside without PROTECTION. There are even birds here that can carry you away. And if you have to be punished to learn to behave so that you don’t get eaten, then so be it. Now face that wall and do not move or speak for twenty minutes.”  John opened his mouth as he thought about saying something. But before he even had the chance to change his mind about saying anything, two hands the size of his face gently took the sides of his head and aimed him so that he was looking at the corner. From above he heard a whisper. This time much gentler than the scolding he had just gotten. “I don’t want to spank you, so just take the time out and learn from it. If you speak or leave that corner, it’s a spanking and another time out. Please don’t make MeMaw spank you. Remember, MeMaw loves you, but you messed up. Be a big boy now like you weren’t a moment ago.” There was a kiss on top of his head and then she was gone. FINE. John huffed, uncrossed his arms, recrossed them, and then tried to stare a hole in the wall in the corner. Mentally, John was conflicted. On one hand, she had a point about the wildlife. On the other hand … THIS IS SO STUPID. Uncrossing his arms, he put his left hand under his chin with his fingers on his cheek and tapped his cheek as he thought to himself. ‘At least I’m sitting instead of standing up. And she didn’t put the pacy in my mouth, so there’s that.’ ‘But still, I’m an adult. This is ridiculous. Why am I in time out for feeding a squirrel. I had to go outside to feed him, that’s where he lives.’ Rolling his eyes at his own inner monologue, John huffed again when he realized that twenty minutes should be so easy that it’s not even a punishment for him. He’s an adult, he can sit still for twenty minutes.  Rubbing his face with both hands for a moment, he resumed staring a hole in the wall. There was a slight dimple in the wood paneling in one spot. He stared at it. Surely he was halfway done by now. It hadn’t been two minutes. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, John slowly came to the realization that he just really sucks at sitting still when he’s supposed to. By the time five minutes were past, John heard the door open. He started to reflexively turn his head to look, but he heard MeMaw a few feet behind him snap her fingers once loudly before he turned his head far. His head snapped back forward to the corner. Behind him he heard the sound of bags being put on the counter and Mommy said “Hi Mike! Oh … Mom?” Without looking away from the corner, he could hear MeMaw answer “We’re just correcting something, don’t you worry about it dearie. You just go handle what you need to with your nice boyfriend here and I’ll take care of dinner when I’m done helping my sweet grandson remember something.” There was a pause before Mommy responded. “Ohhhhhh… umm… Okay. Mike, do you know how to make the computer on a riding lawn mower work?” Mikes awkward affirmative came and then he could hear the door open, this time he could distinctly hear the child gate swing shut and latch, then the screen door close. Before he even made the ten minute mark he wanted to be able to get up and go see what was going on. He was being forced to miss out on things. Inner monologue spinning back up, John had a think: ‘Why is this so hard?’ ‘Okay, so maybe I knew I wasn’t supposed to go outside.’ ‘This is stupid, I’m an adult’ ‘If they have birds big enough to pick me up, I wonder if I could feed them?’ ‘No, I guess a hawk would kill me before I could try.’ ‘Owls are probably more dangerous.’ ‘Wait no, it’s day time.’ ‘Holy crap this is so stupid, I’m an adult’ Rolling his eyes at the wall and then taking a deep breath for one last sulking exhale, John finally sort of accepted: ‘Okay, it’s dumb but they ARE trying to keep me alive.’ ‘I hate this corner, this is dumb.’ ‘Next time I’ll bring Xerxes with me.’ Balling up his fists in frustration for a moment, he went slack as he decided: ‘Okay fine, next time I’ll ask. This shouldn’t be this hard, why can’t I just space out?’ He noticed that there was warmth spreading through his diaper, but he didn’t feel himself going like usual. The warmth continued spreading until his legs were forced even farther apart by the swelling. There was no way he was going to be able to walk after this. The next four minutes, he sat there with his head tilted slightly to the left. He was absolutely positive that if he weren’t being punished like a child, he could have just zoned out like he did all the time when he was tagging small boxes at work. Eventually, he heard MeMaw stirring behind him, but wasn’t brave enough to turn around. The entire stool was lifted and rotated 180 degrees and placed back down facing MeMaw. Her stern (and scary!) expression from earlier was gone.  Reaching out, she put a palm softly against his cheek, her fingers easily reaching the back of his head as she held her warm hand there gently.  “Now I know that was hard, and I could see you were struggling. But you took your time out like a big boy, and MeMaw is proud of you.” He stayed quiet, not sure he trusted himself just yet. But after a moment he held up both arms in the universal gesture. Wordlessly asking for a hug always seemed to win over the giants here. As a reward for knowing at least one way to soften up the giants, MeMaw got him under his arms and gently hoisted him up against her chest.  Being held by MeMaw felt so much safer compared to being carried by that awful woman from LPS. But it still wasn’t the same as Mommy holding him.  He still felt plenty of love, but it didn’t quite click just so. It was nice, but it was not Mommy carrying him. After a minute of a good, gentle hug, he could feel himself shuffled slightly as a large hand cradled the incredibly swollen diaper around him.  “Well, it’s a good thing you behaved for that time out, this thing wasn’t going to hold much longer!” she exclaimed. She seemed happy to have a diaper to change, even if it meant that he had to fill it for her. She turned and they headed to his bedroom and he found himself deposited on the changing table with a squish on padding that was a few inches thick by now. With a kiss on the forehead, he was tilted back and laid gently where the bars could flop against him. Where the mean giantess had just taken his arms and shoved them into the cuffs, MeMaw just let him be with his hands free. So he just kind of held onto the padded bars for the time being.  As she opened up the diaper, he noticed that he felt cold air everywhere but where the Karen lady had sprayed something on him. Stranger still, as he was cleaned up with wipes, he felt nothing at all ‘down there’ Finally, he had to ask “Umm… MeMaw?” “Yes, sweety?”  “That umm… mean lady sprayed something on me down there…” “Oh, she did?” He just nodded quietly. “Can you feel this?” she asked. There was nothing to feel, so he just shook his head. She nodded “Don’t worry about it sweety, that’s just a spray that we sometimes use to help littles control their grown-up like urges. It just tells all the nerves down there to go nighty nighty for a bit! It wears off after a day or so.” While John was left to ponder the implications of littles not being allowed to have ‘grown up’ urges, he heard her sing something that sounded like an advertisement above him. Humming a mock cheerful tune, she sang to herself as she slid another diaper under him “One spray a day keeps the naughty away!” She even cheerfully said ‘boop boop boop’ each time she shook some baby powder onto him before pulling the front up and taping the diaper up. Before he could fully come to terms with the fact that this world had a spray that kept you from feeling anything where it sprayed, and it was marketed to keep littles from touching themselves, or relieving sexual urges in any way, the diaper change was over and he was being sat up and carried to sit on his dresser. His legs were pinned in place with her thigh as she pulled his shirt up and off and pulled out a drawer. “Hmmm” she mused out loud. “You really don’t have many clothes. But MeMaw will fix that soon!” When John saw a onesie pulled out of the drawer, he couldn’t help rolling his eyes. Why always with the onesies? MeMaw absolutely caught his eye roll and bopped him lightly with the still folded garment. “A onesie is functional, and adorable. Plus this one has a raccoon on it and I know you love animals.” With a sigh, John held up his arms, but tried to give it a twist “Yes MeMaw, may I have a pet raccoon?” Pulling the onesie down over him, MeMaw said “No sir, I think a dog and a squirrel is enough for you for now.”  After being laid back and the onesie snapped with the little snaps that he couldn’t undo himself, he was lifted up and carried to the living room. MeMaw placed him not on the playmat, but on the couch.  With a finger to point at him, she said with a hint of the stern in her voice “You won’t move from that spot for a moment.” before she walked away hurriedly.  Before he could have even tried to get off of the couch anyway, MeMaw was back in his field of view with a damp rag and a small bag with a bow on it. He had to stay still as she insisted on cleaning the dirt from his bare feet from his trek across the garden and back before she held up the little bag. Wasting no time, he opened it up and found … Two bow ties with little clips. One was larger than the other. Much larger. Smiling at him MeMaw nodded while she waited for him to figure something out. He just shook his head, having trouble with this one. Finally she relented “You said you wanted a bow tie for Xerxes!” “OH!!!!” Now John realized with a fit of laughter. While he was still laughing, she took the small bow tie and squeezed the little clip and put it on the front of his onesie. Then with a snapping of her fingers and a little kissey sound, Xerxes came running from where he had been sulking by his water bowl and he immediately started smelling Johns legs with his cold nose.  MeMaw made quick work of putting the larger bow tie on Xerxes collar. Xerxes looked very dapper! Despite still being a bit grumpy from being put in time out, and a bit weirded out by learning about the spray, he couldn’t help laughing a little at the sight. Leaning down, MeMaw reminded him “MeMaw spoils.” John slid down off the couch, and seemed to be allowed to, and hugged Xerxes around the neck. The dog may not have known what was going on, but he was getting a hug from his little and his tail was going so fast that it slapped MeMaw in the ankle hard enough for her to yelp out a ‘yeowch’ and step out of the path. After a few moments, MeMaw interrupted him and said “Okay, how would you like to do something very very helpful for your Mommy before we have to come back inside to cook dinner?"