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By Little Sherri · Posted
I'm in a Mermaid's Tale right now, but I'll have to change shortly, to go meet my wife and look at some furniture she's thinking of attempting to restore. She'd give me the evil eye if I showed up in a giant diaper; a Mermaid's Tale can be worn under daytime clothing if it is early in its lifecycle, but this one has been on shift for about 12 hours and is just too bulky now, to reliably disguise. Great diapers, though - they were discontinued, so once I burn through my inventory, that's it. -
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By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 5: The hotel lobby buzzed softly with the muted sounds of rolling luggage, quiet conversations, and the distant hum of elevators as Bill carried the last bag inside. Chris walked close beside him clutching Patches against his chest, visibly tired after the long drive but still looking around curiously at everything. “This place is fancy,” Chris whispered as they stepped into the elevator. Bill smiled tiredly. “You should see some of the hotels out west. We’ll probably stay in a few really cool ones.” Chris leaned lightly against him as the elevator climbed. By the time they found their room, both of them looked exhausted. The room itself was cozy and warm, with two lamps glowing softly beside a large bed and wide windows overlooking the Washington D.C. skyline. Cars moved like streams of light far below while monuments glowed faintly in the distance. Chris wandered slowly around the room while Bill unpacked the essentials. “Can we really see the museums tomorrow?” Chris asked quietly. Bill glanced over and smiled. “Absolutely. Airplanes, rockets, dinosaurs… all of it.” Chris grinned sleepily. Bill picked up the room phone and ordered room service — pancakes for Chris despite it being dinner time, because “road trips have special rules,” according to Bill, along with a burger and fries for himself. He also requested a portable crib to be brought up to the room, knowing Chris often slept better with familiar comfort and boundaries during stressful transitions. The drive had been exciting, but Bill could already tell Chris was emotionally overloaded in that quiet way he sometimes became after big days. While they waited for the food, Bill started running a warm bath. The bathroom quickly filled with steam and the soft scent of soap while Chris sat in the tub happily splashing water with Patches resting nearby safely on the counter. Bill sat on the closed toilet lid watching him for a moment. Moments like this always stirred conflicting emotions in him. Chris was an adult, yes, but trauma had carved deep places inside him that often left him seeking safety in routines and comforts that made him feel small, protected, and cared for. And Bill never wanted Chris to feel ashamed of that. “You okay, buddy?” Bill asked softly. Chris nodded while drawing circles through the water. “Just tired.” “Big day,” Bill agreed. Chris looked up after a moment. “Thanks for bringing me.” The sincerity in his voice caught Bill off guard a little. Bill smiled gently. “There’s nobody else I’d rather do this with.” Chris ducked his face shyly at that. After bath time, Bill helped him dry off and get into fresh pajamas — soft blue ones patterned with little stars. Chris looked calmer afterward, his damp hair messy while he held onto Patches again. A knock came at the door shortly afterward as room service arrived along with the portable crib. Bill set the crib up beside the bed carefully while Chris sat cross-legged on the blankets eating pancakes in tiny sleepy bites. “Still good?” Bill teased. Chris nodded immediately with syrup on his cheek. “Best pancakes.” Bill laughed softly and handed him a napkin. Later, once dinner was finished and the city outside had darkened into glowing nighttime lights, Bill prepared Chris’s bedtime bottle in the small hotel kitchenette area. Formula wasn’t Chris’s favorite thing in the world, but the familiarity of the nightly routine clearly soothed him after such a long day. Bill climbed onto the large hotel bed and patted beside him. “C’mere.” Chris crawled over immediately with Patches tucked beneath one arm and settled against Bill’s chest. Bill wrapped an arm around him securely and handed over the warm bottle. “There you go.” Chris drank slowly while Bill gently stroked his damp hair back from his forehead. The television played quietly in the background, some travel show neither of them really watched. Outside, Washington D.C. glittered through the windows like another world entirely. Chris’s eyelids grew heavier with every passing minute. “You excited for tomorrow?” Bill asked softly. Chris nodded weakly around the bottle nipple. “Dinosaurs…” Bill smiled warmly. “And rockets.” Chris gave a sleepy little grin. Within minutes his body had gone heavy and relaxed against Bill’s chest, bottle hanging loosely in his hands as sleep finally overtook him. Bill carefully took the empty bottle away and simply held him for another minute. Looking down at Chris like this always made something ache inside him. Not pity. Just… protectiveness. A fierce kind of love. Eventually Bill stood carefully and carried him to the portable crib beside the bed. Chris barely stirred as Bill tucked the blanket gently around him and made sure Patches was safely beside him. “There we go,” Bill whispered. Chris shifted slightly, pacifier resting between his lips now, already deeply asleep. Bill lingered there for a long moment just watching him. Tomorrow they’d explore museums together. Walk the National Mall. See giant dinosaur skeletons and airplanes hanging from ceilings. More memories. More firsts. Bill finally climbed into bed himself and flipped through television channels quietly while the city lights glowed outside the windows. For the first time in a long while…Things felt peaceful. Chapter 6: Soft morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, casting pale gold across the quiet room. The television Bill had fallen asleep watching sometime during the night now played silently with closed captions drifting across the screen. Bill stirred first. For a moment he forgot where they were. Then he looked toward the portable crib beside the bed and smiled instantly. Chris was still asleep curled beneath the blanket, one arm wrapped around Patches while his pacifier rested crookedly between his lips. His messy hair stuck up in every direction and his star-patterned pajamas had twisted during the night. Bill sat up slowly, warmth settling deep in his chest. They were really here. Washington D.C. First stop of the adventure. Bill stretched quietly before walking over to the crib and crouching beside it. “Morning, buddy,” he whispered gently. Chris stirred with a sleepy little groan before blinking his eyes open slowly. “Daddy…?” “Yeah.” Bill smiled warmly. “Ready for our first adventure day?” Chris looked confused for half a second before remembering. “The dinosaurs!” Bill laughed softly. “Yep. The dinosaurs.” Chris immediately smiled around the pacifier. Bill lifted him from the crib and instantly felt the thick heaviness beneath the pajamas. “Well,” Bill chuckled. “Looks like somebody definitely slept good.” Chris buried his face against Bill’s shoulder in embarrassment. “It’s okay,” Bill reassured softly while rubbing his back. “That’s what nighttime diapers are for.” The familiar routine helped ease Chris fully awake. Bill changed him carefully on the portable changing pad spread across the bed while Chris held onto Patches nearby. Afterwards Bill dressed him in a fresh outfit for the busy day ahead — soft sneakers, a green t-shirt with cartoon dinosaurs across the front, and denim shortalls again because Bill secretly thought Chris looked adorable in them. “There we go,” Bill said proudly while adjusting the straps. “Very official museum explorer.” Chris giggled quietly. After a quick breakfast downstairs in the hotel lobby, Bill packed up the diaper bag carefully — wipes, snacks, spare clothes, extra pacifiers, bottles, water, sunscreen. Dad mode fully activated. Soon they stepped outside into the bustling morning city streets. Chris immediately clung closer to Bill as taxis honked nearby and crowds moved along sidewalks in every direction. Washington D.C. felt alive in a completely different way from home. Bill reached down and took his hand. “You okay?” Chris nodded quietly. Just overwhelmed. But in a good way. The National Mall stretched before them beautifully beneath the bright morning sky. Grass rolled endlessly between towering monuments and museums while tourists filled the sidewalks snapping photos. Chris looked around in awe. “It’s so BIG.” Bill smiled. “Pretty cool, huh?” Soon they climbed aboard one of the city tour buses, settling into seats near the open windows while a speaker crackled overhead explaining landmarks as they passed. “And to your left is the Washington Monument…” Chris stared upward wide-eyed as the towering obelisk slid into view. “It’s huge,” he whispered. Bill loved watching his reactions more than the sights themselves. Every expression felt like a memory being created in real time. As the tour continued, Chris bounced gently between excitement and quiet observation. Sometimes he’d ask questions nonstop. “Who lives there?” “How old is that?” “Why are there so many flags?” Other times he simply leaned against Bill and watched the city pass by. About halfway through the tour, Bill noticed Chris shifting slightly in his seat with a familiar expression. “You okay, buddy?” Chris nodded shyly, clearly aware he’d used his diaper again. Bill just squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “No worries.” By the end of the tour, they found themselves waiting in line for the family restroom near the museums while Chris leaned sleepily against Bill’s chest. “Big morning already,” Bill murmured while brushing hair from Chris’s forehead. Chris nodded. “Tired a little.” Inside the restroom, Bill changed him calmly and efficiently while chatting softly to keep things relaxed. “So,” Bill said while fastening the clean diaper. “Important question.” Chris looked up curiously. “Dinosaurs next or airplanes?” Chris didn’t even hesitate. “DINOSAURS.” Bill laughed immediately. “Dinosaurs it is.” The Natural History Museum completely captivated Chris from the second they stepped inside. Towering skeletons loomed overhead while giant fossils filled enormous halls echoing with excited voices and footsteps. Chris practically froze beneath the massive Tyrannosaurus rex display. “Oh my gosh…” Bill grinned at the pure wonder on his face. Chris slowly stepped closer, clutching Patches tightly. “It’s REAL?” “Well… the bones are real.” Chris stared upward open-mouthed. Inside, his thoughts raced wildly. This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. For a little while, he forgot about anxiety. Forgot about feeling small. Forgot about everything except giant dinosaurs towering over him. And Bill noticed. He noticed how relaxed Chris looked. How bright his eyes became. How freely he smiled. That alone made the entire trip worth it. They wandered through exhibits for hours — gemstones, ocean life, ancient mammals — but Chris always wanted to return to the dinosaurs. “Can we see the T-Rex one more time?” “Again?” Bill teased. Chris nodded enthusiastically. “Again.” After grabbing a quick lunch at the museum café where Chris somehow managed to get ketchup on both his shirt and cheek, they headed toward the Air and Space Museum. This stop hit Bill differently. The second they entered the giant aviation hall, something almost boyish lit up in him. Old fighter planes hung suspended from ceilings while historic aircraft stretched across enormous exhibits. Bill slowed near one display almost reverently. “Oh wow…” Chris looked up at him curiously. “You really like this one.” Bill smiled sheepishly. “I really like airplanes.” Chris found himself smiling just watching Bill get excited. Usually Bill was the calm one. The caretaker. The organized planner. But here, Bill looked genuinely amazed. And Chris loved seeing that side of him. Bill pointed eagerly at different aircraft as they walked. “That one flew in World War II.” “That’s an old spy plane.” “And over there— buddy, that’s part of an actual moon mission.” Chris listened intently even when he didn’t fully understand everything. Mostly because Bill sounded so happy talking about it. By evening both of them were exhausted. Their feet hurt. Chris’s hair was messy. Bill’s shoulders ached from carrying bags and occasionally carrying Chris too. But neither of them wanted the day to end. On the walk back toward the hotel, the smell of grilled onions and hot dogs drifted from a nearby street vendor. Bill smiled immediately. “Oh, we’re doing that.” Chris giggled. A few minutes later they sat together on a nearby bench eating hot dogs wrapped in foil while city traffic rolled by around them. Chris made an absolute disaster of his. Mustard ended up on his fingers, shirt, and somehow near one eyebrow. Bill burst out laughing. “How did you even manage that?” Chris laughed too while trying unsuccessfully to clean himself up. “Hot dogs are messy.” “Apparently.” Bill wiped his face gently with a napkin, still smiling. Back at the hotel later that night, exhaustion finally caught up with Chris completely. Bill bathed him, changed him into fresh pajamas, and helped him settle onto the big hotel bed afterward with Patches tucked under his arm and his nighttime bottle warm in Bill’s hand. Chris curled immediately against Bill’s chest while the city lights shimmered outside the windows. “Today was fun,” Chris mumbled sleepily. Bill kissed the top of his head softly. “Yeah?” Chris nodded against him. “The dinosaurs were my favorite.” Bill smiled. “The airplanes were mine.” Chris giggled weakly. The bottle slowly emptied while Bill stroked his hair gently. Chris’s body relaxed more and more against him until eventually his breathing deepened and steadied. Half asleep, Chris found himself thinking something he couldn’t quite say aloud. I feel safe. And maybe that was the biggest adventure of all. Bill held him for another quiet minute before carefully tucking him into the portable crib beside the bed. Tomorrow there would be more roads. More cities. More memories waiting for them. But tonight… Tonight they rested together in a glowing city far from home, already becoming closer with every mile traveled. -
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By Huggies wearer · Posted
A wet Huggies snug and dry. Getting ready to put on a fresh dry one.
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