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Thank you! I had a lot of fun with it. And now it's time for the second to last chapter! There are still more silly surprises coming up! Chapter 7: The Last Crinklebutt Standing As they left the media room, Jeeves was invited to take advantage of the waiting area, where light refreshments and diaper-brained entertainment awaited. When Charlie realized that it was just him, Mr. Waddler, and Grandpa Joe now, the full impact of the day's events hit him. I’m the last one left. I’m the last one left. I'm the last one left. The thought ran through Charlie's head over and over again as they returned to the place where the tour had started: Mr. Waddler's office. Mr. Waddler took a seat at his desk and bade Charlie and Grandpa Joe sit across from him. "Congratulations, Charlie, for being the only winner to complete the tour. Do you know why you are here?" "Well, I got the golden ticket..." Charlie began. "No, Charlie, you've got to think bigger. Everyone on the tour got the golden ticket but you are the only one left, and that’s because you’ve been such a good listener, and you've shown respect. You've respected me, you've respected the Crinkle Winkles, and you've respected the rules of my factory." "Of course he did," said Grandpa Joe. "Charlie has always been a good boy." "Yes, that's just manners," said Charlie, fidgeting a bit at all the unexpected praise, "nothing special." "Well, good boy. Your 'nothing special' manners have served you well today. During my little tour of the factory, you showed interest in every step of the process, which is exactly what I had hoped to see from my lucky winners. Out of everyone, only you really listened and understood everything I was saying." "Well, diapers are my life," said Charlie, "and getting to be here is the dream of a lifetime. I didn't want to forget a single moment!" "Well, I’ve got good news for you, Charlie," said Mr. Waddler, "because there is a bit more to this contest than just a lifetime supply of diapers and publicity. I'm looking for a successor!" "A successor?" asked Grandpa Joe and Charlie at the same time, looking at each other in astonishment. "That’s right!" said Mr. Waddler. "I don’t have any children of my own since I only make stickies in my diapers. As for the Crinkle Winkles, well, they are interested in their own affairs. Therefore, the board, which consists of myself and the lead Crinkle Winkle from every department, decided that this contest could help us find the right person." "So what does this mean for me?" asked Charlie. "I mean, are you sure you've got the right guy? I’ve never run a factory before..." "That’s all right, my boy," said Mr. Waddler, smiling and standing up from his chair, "Because I’m going to teach you the most important lesson of all right now... But first," Mr. Waddler paused to glance at his watch, "I think it’s about time you had a diaper change." Charlie jumped up from the chair and looked down between his legs. To his complete surprise, his diapers were full to the point of almost sagging to his knees. Only his pants were keeping them up. "Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it! I guess I got so caught up in the magic of the factory that I didn’t pay attention." "And you should never have to," said Mr. Waddler. He patted the desk. "Come on and get up on my desk. Let me give you another diaper change." "It’s an honor, sir," stuttered Charlie. "You said that last time," said Mr. Waddler, laughing. "No need to say it again." Charlie lay back on the desk as Mr. Waddler began to lay out the changing supplies. Mr. Waddler then unfolded an everlasting diaper like the one they had seen in the R&D Department. "Here’s the thickest most absorbent diaper we have," commented Mr. Waddler, looking down at it lovingly for a moment before setting it down on the table and preparing to untape Charlie’s diaper. "Perfect for a padded VP in training." As Mr. Waddler pulled open the diaper tapes with a familiar ripping sound, Charlie felt the instant wave of relaxation that came with all diaper changes. The benevolent bigwig pulled open the soggy diaper, and grabbed the wipes. Charlie sighed in contentment as Mr. Waddler took his time wiping every inch of his waist, his thighs, his balls, and his pee pee. Mr. Waddler pulled back Charlie's foreskin to clean the head of his pee pee, and then crossed Charlie's ankles and lifted up his legs to start wiping his butt. "You’re so good at this, sir," said Charlie. "Thank you," said the pampered proprietor. "I always love a chance to give a good change!" Once Mr. Waddler was satisfied that Charlie was fully cleaned up, he held one hand under Charlie’s ankles while pulling the used diaper out from under his bum. With the air of a practiced magician, Mr. Waddler rolled up the old diaper, tossed it into the waste bin, grabbed another diaper, shook it open with a flourish, and slid it under Charlie's butt all in one fluid motion. Charlie’s legs were lowered down and his butt came to rest on the thickest cushiest diaper he had ever felt. He practically melted as Mr. Waddler rubbed diaper ointment all over his front and bum, followed by a little lotion. "Here's a little bit of Everslip Lotion, just for fun," said Mr. Waddler with a wink. "What's that?" asked Grandpa Joe. "We're expanding our product line to include skin care and pleasure products. This lotion will stay slippery no matter how much you wet. You can imagine all the fun uses for that." Charlie blushed deeply at the ideas forming in his head already. "We also have Willy Waddler's magic powder that will turn thick and slippery when you wet. Maybe we can try that one later, hmm?" Mr. Waddler grabbed the diaper with a loud crinkle and pulled it up to enclose Charlie’s most personal and sensitive area in warm, cushy, slippery comfort. Charlie looked down at his diapered crotch, his heart racing at the sight of himself in the thickest, bulkiest pair of diapers he had ever worn. "Thank you, sir! I never dreamed an ordinary boy like me could find himself in a diaper as thick as this one!" "No worries, my boy," said Mr. Waddler. "You’ll never want for diapers again." And with that, Mr. Waddler gave the front of Charlie’s diaper a little squeeze, causing Charlie to gasp in pleasure as the Everslip Lotion did its work. "All right, Grandpa Joe, you're next," said Mr. Waddler. "And what about you?" asked Charlie. Mr. Waddler's eyebrows went up, then he laughed a high, mirthful laugh. "My dear boy. You are kind and thoughtful, but not very observant. Have you noticed how many diaper changes I've had today?" Charlie thought for a second. "Come to think of it, I haven’t seen you change all day! But I know you’re diapered... That big thick diaper bulge under your plastic pants makes it obvious and it crinkles so loudly that no one could miss it." Mr. Waddler smiled and stood proudly with his hands on his hips and his legs spread wide. "And just how do you think I managed to go all day without a change?" "Magic?" asked Charlie. Mr. Waddler laughed again and shook his head. "No, no, though I'd be happy to let people believe that. Actually, I’ve been wearing an everlasting diaper this whole time! I’ve wet about five times so I’m on the green stage. I've still got blue and purple to go through." Charlie took a look as Mr. Waddler lowered his purple plastic pants to show off his diaper. "So you have!" Once grandpa Joe was changed into his own everlasting diaper, he and Charlie struggled to waddle around without falling over. "It takes some practice," chuckled Mr. Waddler. "You’ll get the hang of it." "I just don’t understand how you can make them so thick yet keep them so soft," said Charlie. "Usually when you make diapers too thick, they turn into a hard shell." Mr. Waddler winked and ruffled Charlie's hair. It was clear that Mr. Waddler had taken a shine to him over the course of the day, aided in no small part by the contrasting behavior of the other contestants. Still, Charlie had one question left. "Mr. Waddler, you said that there was a secret that you were going to teach me. The most important lesson of all?" "Why, that’s right! I believe I did." "And what is that?" asked Charlie, leaning in to hear Mr. Waddler's Response. Grandpa Joe leaned in too, just as curious to hear the answer. "Do you remember that question I asked you a moment ago... About how you thought I avoided changing this whole time?" "Yes," said Charlie, nodding. "And do you remember your answer?" "I do. I thought it was magic." "Exactly," said Mr. Waddler. "But it wasn't, Charlie, you know that now. And the same goes for everything I do. It may appear as if what I do here is magic, but there’s nothing special about it. And if a 'nothing special' man like myself can create this wondrous place, then a 'nothing special' boy like you can maintain it and even grow it. The truth is, you don’t have to be special or extraordinary to accomplish great things, Charlie, you just have to do the work and believe in yourself. If you do that, others will believe in you too, and there's no limit to what you can accomplish!" "But what about all those ads that talk about the magic of Willy Waddler diapers?" asked Charlie. "People will see anything they want to see - especially if you tell them what that something is. We give them something to believe in while supporting them in the most fundamental way possible. But the real magic... it's not in any of my diapers... It's in you." "Well, I'm going to have to think about that for a while," said Charlie, finding himself unable to fully absorb everything this great man was telling him. "That’s okay, Charlie," said Mr. Waddler. "Think about it as long as you like. You’ll have all the time in the world to contemplate as you're learning to be the next diaper wiz." "So what now?" asked Charlie "Yeah, what now," asked Grandpa Joe "Well," said Mr. Waddler. "I have one more thing for you to sign. I would like you to officially accept the role of Vice President in training." And with that, the padded purveyor pulled out a very short contract that he put on his desk. This one had none of the fine print and stipulation-laden language that was in the first contract: It was just a short and simple agreement. "I accept," said Charlie, gladly taking the pen from Mr.Waddler's hand and signing on the dotted line.

Ruby's face immediately brightened at Penny's suggestion. "A movie marathon? Sure! That sounds awesome!" She happily followed Penny toward the screening room, already wondering which movies they would watch first. "This is gonna be great. We can get some snacks, too!" As they walked, Ruby noticed she needed to use the restroom. She briefly hesitated, then shook her head. "Eh... I'll go later." Ruby thought to herself She quickly caught up with Penny, determined not to miss the beginning of the film festival. "Come on, Penny! Let's get this started!"

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I know I have size 6 which fits perfect and a size 7 which I don't use because it sits too far back in my mouth. Hugs, Freta

I’ve now gone over a week in diapers. I do feel like getting past that first week was the biggest hurdle. Now that I’m past that I’ve given myself permission to go back to underwear but still find myself choosing a diaper every time. I kind of feel like I’m getting used to diapers to where I’ve kind of just accepted that I wear them now and am okay with it.