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Looking to make some friends, Male or female. Find some playmates, or i want to try a caregiver role. Also, I need to socialize and if you need to, you probably have some of the issues i have. 😁 -
By Kaylaindiapers · Posted
“Can’t I eat at the table I’ll be good.” He whined. Once he was strapped in he wondered if this was really his new life! “I don’t need to be strapped down like this.” He cried as he hated not having control. James was hungry so he opened he was happy as this food wasn’t bad. -
By paddedsleeper · Posted
I have always been interested in diapers and would wear them occationally here and there in secret. Lately ive been needing to pee often over night and not able to fall asleep after getting up and going to the bathroom. After a few talks about wearing diapers to bed so i didnt have to keep getting up i finally got her to agree to it but only if i put it on when im going to be and take it off when i wake up, which is still pretty exciting to me not having to hide the diapers anymore. However i am having a hard time wetting them laying in bed, its only been about a week so far ive been wearing every night to bed. That being said i can only pee if i sit up some in bed with my legs up, im not looking to become a bedwetter but would just like it to be less movement and energy to use the diapers so i can go back to sleep easier. If i drink more water i just pee more but the same issue, i cant hold it until im going to burst because needing to pee keeps me awake also. Does anyone have any sugestions that might help? Or am i just being impatient and not allowing enough time. -
💕 Thank you!! Ehehehe I'm in a hyper-fixation mode and might as well ride it out! 😂 --- "I've been thinking," Charlie spoke up fairly loudly while Greg laid out on the couch in just a t-shirt and diaper, mostly tuning out the sounds of the commercials that were peppered in throughout the football game but watching the images. "Mm?" Greg vaguely responded as he somewhat tilted his head to the side towards his brother, but otherwise his eyes were glued to the screen where a commercial for an airline was showing all the ways they accommodated Adopted Littles. "I think we should give our robot house a name," he said in a musing sort of tone, his volume returning to normal. Greg blinked, that having caught his attention and he looked over to his brother, who was sporting a real Mastodon jersey instead of the onesie and a pair of jeans while leaning back on his own Little couch. He looked a lot like their dad, when he was younger, and Greg inwardly smiled at that, but outwardly raised an eyebrow. "It has a name. Its name is House," he replied matter-of-factly. "No, it is a house," Charlie rolled his eyes, grabbing the oversized remote and muted the commercial. "We name the stuffed animals, don't we?" "They have faces," Greg retorted fairly quickly, as if he had considered that before. He didn't recall ever really thinking it through, but he must have at some point. "I'll put googly eyes on the walls, if you want," his Little brother grinned with a slight eye roll. "You gave her a feminine voice, she listens to us, talks to us, takes care of us. I think it's fair we give her a name." "It's a program, Charlie; it doesn't care unless I tell it to," Greg calmly dismissed, having had this argument online with people who claimed the robots were sentient. He noticed it was never the programmers making these claims. "And even then, it would only care because I programmed it to care. And it would care only about exactly what I told --" "Yeah, yeah, I get it," Charlie interrupted, waving a hand in the air. "It's not about sentience. It's about ... connection. Showing you care about something, even if it's nothing like you." Greg's eyebrows furrowed and he frowned; this sounded like a much deeper discussion than he had been prepared for on a lazy, slightly hungover Sunday. "Like... my dad. My first dad. He had a car," Charlie continued as his eyes seemed to look off into the distance. "A Little car. It was red and that thing was old. Passed down from his... grandfather, I think. It was a she, and her name was Veronica. Sometimes he'd call her Nica. I swear, he treated that car better than anyone else in his life and she returned tenfold. She was such a trooper. Always pulling through, gettin' him out of jams..." The game had come back on, but no one moved to unmute; truthfully, neither had noticed. Greg stared at his brother as a great realization had come crashing down upon him while he was talking... he knew nothing about his brother's life before adoption. A wave of guilt and shame washed over him, and he felt like he was drowning in thoughts of own selfishness. How could he not have bothered to learn about his life? How could he not have offered to reconnect him with his first family? Greg sat up on the couch, the crinkling of his diaper muted by his thoughts as his eyes now also looked distant towards the ground. "I'm sorry," Greg announced rather robotically due to pushing the words out despite the storm of thoughts. Charlie, who had been joyfully reminiscing, blinked out of his past and looked to his brother, confused. "For?" "... Never asking," he replied shamefully, quietly, his eyes glued to the ground. "You did," Charlie corrected as he closed an eye, thinking, maintaining a casual tone. "Several times." "As a kid," Greg mumbled. "But you always made some crazy shit up." "Pfft, yeah, because you were too young," his Little brother shrugged, chuckling. "And what the hell was I going to do if I told you anything close to the truth and you blabbed it to mom?" "I wouldn't have," Greg sniffed, leaning against the back of the couch, still drowning in misery. "You did," Charlie flatly responded and the two made eye contact for a moment; then he chortled, "Not that she believed you. 'Oh, Greggy, Charlie doesn't know what he's saying. Poor baby confuses TV for reality'." His impression of their mother was alarmingly good. "Oh yeah," Greg laughed as he recalled that, his eyes looking up as the details were coming back. "You told me you used to be a pirate on one of those sailing ships... and that your captain threw you overboard because you were wetting yourself." "Arrr, he be pissin' his pants, mateys!" Charlie announced in a scratchy pirate voice as he slapped his left hand over his left eye to simulate a patch and pointed to Greg's diaper. "Send him to the fishes -- maybe the murr-maids will adopt him!" Greg earnestly giggled, which felt strange given his size and role in their small family, but damn if it didn't feel good to just be himself and not care about the optics. "By the time you were old enough, you had stopped asking. And I don't blame you for that," Charlie shrugged, kicking his legs up on the couch and leaning back, his hands lifted up and cradling the back of his head. "Plus we always had bigger fish to fry." Greg nodded, biting the inside of his cheeks for a moment. "Still," he added with a sigh. "I'd like to know now." Charlie arched an eyebrow, eyeing his much larger brother suspiciously. "Why?" "Why?" Greg repeated, confusion overtaking his expression. "Because you're my brother." "And I've been your brother all this time without you knowing a damn thing. We've got a good thing going," Charlie smiled, trying to discourage the topic while remaining his usual, casual demeanor, though the cracks were showing; he was forcing it. "I don't want that to change." "It won't," Greg promised with a nod. Charlie clearly had to suppress a frown, choosing instead to clear his throat as he placed his feet back on the ground and stood up from his Little couch. "Greg, c'mon, let's just name the damn house," he prodded, gesturing upwards towards the ceiling and then to the screen. "And get back to the game." He stood from the couch and stepped forward to reach for the remote, but Greg had the advantage of much longer arms and was able to grab it first. "Why would learning about your past change anything?" Greg questioned curiously as he pulled the remote into his lap, growing determined to, at the very least, understand the resistance. Charlie knew everything about him, more than even their own parents -- how could his life before Adoption do anything other than make them closer? "Are you seriously doing 'keep away' right now?!" Charlie asked indignantly as he pointed to the remote. Greg looked at the remote, blushing slightly as he realized that's exactly what he was doing... but then, he grinned as he felt playfulness surging inside of him, drowning out the guilt. "Yeah, I am," he grinned even wider as he lifted the remote higher in the air on display. "What're you gonna do about it?" Charlie blinked, opening his mouth slightly though no noise came out... then he grinned too as the telltale mischievous glint came to his eyes. "First of all, I'm proud of you." Greg blinked in surprise, slightly disarmed at the unexpected response. "And second?" "House!" Charlie bellowed upwards, but kept eye contact with his brother, a devious expression on his face. "Greggy needs a diaper change!" "Wha -- No I don't --" But he wasn't fast enough to process the pronouncement. A feminine noise hummed an affirmation as one the robotic legs grabbed an ankle, the other coming behind his head to caress it so it didn't slam into anything when his leg was pulled up into the air. The commotion caused him to drop the prized remote as he was trying to command House to stop, but it wasn't in the configuration to listen to him right now. It had two modes: family and guest. When in family mode, it prioritized Charlie's commands and tended to Greg's needs, and the reverse was true in guest mode. It had been Greg's 52nd birthday gift to Charlie. And this was the first time he was truly using it. "You --" Greg tried to curse his brother but he couldn't get any words out due to bursting out in laughter, which was drowning out House's melodic tune it played during diaper changes. Charlie laughed maniacally as he ducked and dodged Greg's arms that were trying to push him away, but he successfully nabbed the fallen remote, then disappeared under the couch. "House!" Charlie announced from under the couch as the new diaper was coming down from the ceiling. "Add a booster!" "NO!" Greg bellowed out between his laughs, fruitlessly trying to fight off the robot arms which were only multiplying the more he fought. "Affirmative," House responded gently as it continued to unfold the diaper, then folded it lengthwise, before placing it down under Greg's exposed bottom, his legs still held in the air; it kept him there, two arms down holding each ankle while two held his arms, and one was placed on his chest to keep him pinned to the couch. By this point, he was resigned and stopped struggling and just let himself cry from laughter. The large, amazon sized booster pad (remnants of a purchase for their parents, but his father had thrown a bit about it, so they were never used) emerged from the ceiling and was placed on the open diaper beneath him. Finally, his bottom was lowered gently onto the diaper, though it was clear House's cautionary programming had kicked in and wasn't going to release him until it was completely done. His legs were still held somewhat in the air and spread open so the front of the diaper could easily be folded up over his exposed, powdered privates. Once the tapes were secured, the hands did a few fit and comfort checks, sticking fingers into the waist band and around the legs. Satisfied, all hands released him simultaneously and receded into the ceiling, playing a gentle tune to indicate its task was complete. Greg put his hands over his face which was now beat red and his laughs were calming down. He squirmed a bit, having never felt such bulk between his legs before. Even a heavy, wet diaper squished and conformed to him more than this dry thickness -- though, a little voice deep within him had to admit, he didn't exactly hate it. "Soooo," Charlie coolly and confidently started from his Little couch, the remote resting in his lap and a cocksure grin on his face. "What're we naming her?" "You know," Greg wheezed as he wiped the tears from his eyes, his cheeks and face radiating heat. "I can change her programming, you Little shit." "Yeah, but you won't," his Little brother asserted, placing a hand on chest and giving a mock expression of hurt. "You wouldn't ruin my birthday present." "Veronica," Greg deflected in a content yet defeated sigh, remaining on his back on the couch and turning to look at his brother with a dopey smile. He had lost, he knew that, and wasn't going to be a sore loser about it. "How about Veronica?" It was rare -- quite rare -- to see Charlie genuinely caught off guard and now Greg had seen it twice in the last 24 hours. First, when their grey haired mother thought she could still breastfeed him, and now. Greg stared, feeling his heart still pounding from the excitement just before this, though now it was due to anxiety; had he offended him? Hurt him with the suggestion? Would naming the house after his first father's car be a painful reminder, instead of a good one? "T-that's," Charlie stammered, his eyes dropping to the ground as he leaned back against the couch. "It's your call," Greg quietly added after a few lingering seconds of silence, when it seemed clear the sentence wasn't going to be finished. Though he often struggled to recognize other's emotions in real time, he felt he had built up a good system at recognizing his family's cues; but if any of them were shocked, he still struggled to know if it for a good or bad reason. "But I think it's a good name." "It is," Charlie replied almost automatically, his eyes seeming distant again, like when he was first recalling his past. He nodded a few times, likely not realizing it but nodding to his own thoughts, and finally looked to Greg again and brightened up. "Veronica it is." -
So a good conference trick if you can’t change or carry your diaper bag is to carry several baby diapers. I used them as stuffers and this greatly assists. I was able to step into the bathroom, exchange the baby diaper with a new one and dispose of the used diaper in the trash while my main diaper remained largely dry. a problem I am stil dealing with is migrating stent when seated on a hard chair…. But it’s not the worst issue. Just pee it out and reset it.
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