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A very wet and messy Kiddo Fluffy Fly diaper this morning. Ahhhh so nice...🫠😌 -
It's also nice to walk around with a poopie diaper as if nothing has happened and feel warm potty jiggle inside my diaper as I walk.
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Really lovely chapter. Superb addition to this ABDL story and remaining true to the title, 'the road to becoming of a teenage toddler'!! The chat between Lilly and Kim about the lifestyle has been long flagged and Kim's knowledge of it has been made clear from very early on in the story when she initially advised Lilly on protection options including ABDL printed diapers. I have long been curious about her background in this and am looking forward to this chat, so now I can't wait to see how its handled and what might be revealed about Kim and others. I had hoped Charles was part of it with her but that is clearly not going to happen. Still should be interesting and maybe there'll be a surprise or two in there! The larger private jet home, what a fab reveal for everyone for Christmas. Such vulgar wealth on display in this chapter -
I messed my wet morning Kiddo Fluffy Fly diaper 30 minutes ago and now I am sitting here sipping hot coffee while I enjoy the cascading cacophony of intense pleasure of warm poopies in my diaper squishing against my perineum. I will get my morning exercise while wet and messy and then change in about two hours. Vaseline and baby lotion keeps me from irritation "down there" so that I can enjoy the warm potty in my diaper for awhile. I don't think I have to go potty any more but I'm sure that I'll have a little more tinkles in my diapie. I know messing a diaper is not for everyone but for me relaxing and going poopies in my wet morning diaper is just a simple pleasure of life. As I have said before, cleaning up only takes me a few minutes even after sitting down and going about normal activities for several hours. I will only change my messy diaper earlier if I have a diaper blow-out or my mess squishes to the front of my diaper; I don't want to risk a uti. This morning's "little package" in my diaper is behaving so I should be fine for several hours.
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By Kitty Angel · Posted
130. All Change Actually moving Spike’s possessions into a new house didn’t take as long as Tess had expected. Ffrances drove them both back to Gabby’s house, with about as many boxes as her car could hold. It would have been easier with Gabby driving, but Tess had already planned around that. Most of his possessions would be delivered some time around noon by a next-day parcel service; and they knew that Gabby wouldn’t be home at lunch time. It turned out that the planned date was at a pretty fancy place, and Gabby called to ask if Ffrances could pick her up to drive there. In the circumstances it made sense; Gabby’s truck would have looked so out of place at a high-class romantic restaurant. But everything still went smoothly; when Gabby was almost home, Ffrances went outside to meet her as if she’d arrived a little early, while Tess and Spike sat quietly in the spare room hoping that they wouldn’t be noticed. Gabby rushed upstairs, and they could hear the nursery door open for some reason, but that was only for a second before Gabby bounded up to her own room, and shortly afterwards she was rushing out of the front door. Ffrances texted them when they were safely away, and then Tess and Spike had the house to themselves until the remaining boxes of stuff appeared. “Five boxes?” Tess asked, looking at the three larger boxes that had just arrived, and the two that had fit into Ffrances’s car earlier. “This is really all your stuff? I had so much, I needed a proper moving truck. It was almost impossible to get everything in.” “There’s not much that I can say is mine. Anything I own gets ruined anyway. Or stolen. No privacy at h– back there.” he corrected himself. After a brief break for lunch, it turned out that ‘not much’ even meant he didn’t have his own bedding or toiletries. Tess was trying to think of a way they could get to the shops and pick up some stuff to make his new home feel more like a home; but he insisted that everything was fine. “I’ve got the razor and soap you got me at the hospital,” he said. “That’s good enough. And I’ll pay you back for it. If you don’t mind sharing, I know there’s shower gel and stuff in the bathroom. There are sheets on the bed. Something more personal can come later.” “You sure? I’d think you should have at least something to make the room feel like it’s a home. I mean, right now it feels more like a hotel room. A little grey box. I know what it’s like waking up here, and it can be a bit depressing some days.” “You sleep in the spare room?” “I have done. Sometimes my room… You’ve seen it now, haven’t you? All the nursery stuff gets a bit much sometimes. I’ve been staying in the spare room for the last few days… well, the days before Pine Ridge. Just so I’ve not got all these reminders of how much Gabby wants me to be a little kid. I don’t want to be ungrateful after she’s done so much for me, and I can cope with all the baby stuff if I have to, but I prefer the grey when I have the choice. Don’t worry, it’s not like having a boring grey room is something I actually need, it just helped me feel a little bit more like myself.” “If you ever need a break from the baby stuff…” he said, and then hesitated. Clearly not wanting to finish saying what had just crossed his mind. Tess couldn’t even guess what had been on his mind; and then she understood. “Were you going to say I could join you in the spare room?” she said with a little grin. “Well… it’s your room now. And I know Gabby would be mad at that, but if you meant it, well…” Now she was the one blushing and unable to finish the thought. “I don’t think that’s something I’d say,” Spike answered. “But I think maybe I’m starting to understand why somebody would. And if I were going to say that to anyone, you’d be my first choice. Actually… I thought… Heck, you’re going to think it’s so selfish, when I couldn’t even manage being a good Daddy for one afternoon.” “That time doesn’t count,” Tess told him, and stepped closer on impulse to offer a hug. It was a little more awkward than it might have been, because she had to take extra care not to hurt him again, but his tentative response told him that he was happy to be held now. “It was your first time trying all that stuff, and reality isn’t always close to your fantasies. But I hope one thing you took away from that is that I want you to be happy. I will try anything you want to do. Now, I might not be willing to do everything you can think of, but I’ll try it once at least. You never know what you’ll enjoy until you try it, right? And there are no bad ideas. If something doesn’t work out, then at least we know. So… if there’s something you wanted to do, anything at all, just say. It’s not selfish until we’re sure I wouldn’t enjoy it too, and even then I’d wonder if we can both ask for something selfish occasionally.” Spike looked back at her. It was hard to see his expression behind the remaining bandages, but she could look at his eyes now. “I mean it,” she said. “It’s better to be open than just about anything else.” “It’s just, after that one time… At the end, you joked about like… swapping roles next time, to get a better impression how it feels. And I’ve not been able to get that out of my mind. I keep on wondering how it would feel to be… you know, like that. Regressed and innocent, not worrying about anything. I mean, I could say that if I’m going to be Daddy, I need to know how it feels to be on the other end of that. But that wouldn’t be the true story. Really I’m just curious. And I think you know how it feels when you have to take responsibility all the time, the pressure slowly builds up and you need a break. I feel that too, you know? There’s a part of me that just wants to have nothing else to worry about. I don’t know if it’s jealousy, or curiosity, or… what. But when you said you might want a break from the nursery, my first thought was what if we trade places for a day or two. But it wouldn’t be just swapping rooms, would it? I’d get carried away, and get my hopes up thinking maybe I could be the baby one of these days. And I can’t focus on getting a break from all the stress, not when you’re already sorting everything out for me, and when I couldn’t give you that same break for just a couple of hours.” Tess sighed, and she could feel Spike’s hands pulling away from her back, ready to break the half-hug. “Spike,” she said. “Don’t punish yourself, and don’t blame yourself. Just say what you want, and wait for me to reply before you make assumptions. I wasn’t sure if that little suggestion was a joke or not. But if you want to be the baby next time, I would be perfectly happy with that. And you deserve it. You’ve missed a big chunk of your childhood, having to grow up and look after your family when nobody else was there for you. You’ve been a substitute dad for Nik, you’ve done all the chores to protect your mother, and if anyone’s earned a break it’s you.” “But–” “I’ve told you before, haven’t I? It’s never been like that for me. You’re the mature one because you have to be, and I can see that it’s taking its toll on you. But I’m acting more mature than I should because… Well, because I feel good there. The only pressure I’m under now is Gabby insisting that I’m still a baby, trying to push me into that headspace at every opportunity whether I want to or not. And yeah, that’s something I would like a break from. More than she gives me, at any rate. I want a chance to be the adult, and to actually be treated like one. You want a chance to be a child. And maybe those are both selfish desires, but if we can both get what we want, then where’s the downside?” They stood there in silence for a while, and Tess wasn’t sure if she had gone too far again. She didn’t know if she would be any good at looking after a little boy; the few times playing the role of Ffrances’s big sister represented the entirety of her childcare experience. But she was willing to try, and if Spike was really curious, she couldn’t see any reason not to give it a try. She noticed that Spike was sobbing softly, and for once she was at a loss. She’d been making all the decisions for what felt almost like a week now, but this time she didn’t have any idea what was the right thing to do or say. Until he spoke up again, barely above a whisper. “You’d do that for me?” he asked. “You’d be my… babysitter? Big sis? Mommy? Whatever you call it?” “No,” she said, and then quickly corrected herself. “I mean, yes, I would. I would do anything for you, if I thought it would help you to stop worrying. But I don’t need to do that for you, because I’d be doing it for me too. I don’t know if I’m any good at it, but I’ve tried being the big sis for Ffrances before. It makes me feel better if I’m not… Not at the bottom of the chain, I guess. So I’ve been big sis when I’m regressed, and when I’m not. And I don’t know if I play the part well, but I enjoy it. So if you want to let go of your responsibilities, if you’d trust me like that, then I am totally there for you. And I would love that. Believe me.” “Thank you,” he whispered. Two words, but the emotion in his voice said more than any monologue. “So, next time… Next time you can be the little one. But I think we’d better hold off on switching rooms for now. Not least because I’ve got so much stuff, I swear there’s no way I could get half of my clothes in the closet in the spa– In your room. But that’s a bridge we can cross when we come to it. If you find that you feel more comfortable in there, once you’ve actually tried being the little one, I’ll work out how to make that happen.” “We can take turns?” he suggested. “Both get a chance to put our responsibilities on one side sometimes. And if we go so far as sleeping in littlespace, then whoever’s the baby can have the nursery. Like an ad hoc, whatever seems right at the time, that kind of thing. For now, let’s just get me moved in here. And I’ll look forward to whatever happens in future, whenever you think it’s the right time.” I bet that's a twist nobody saw coming. Right?
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