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Paulina had to spank Kayla to finally take the rubber nipple of the baby bottle and start sucking on the formula... But Kayla didn't know that Paulina had added a sleeping pill and a strong diuretic to the formula. This baby formula gradually disappeared and soon completely finished, and Kayla became increasingly drowsy. Paulina laid head Kayla's on her shoulder and gently patted her back. "Doing good burpy for Mommy, babygirl," Paulina cooed continued cradle and patted Kayla? while until she burped...

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Magda wasn't my mother but the gesture was universal and from the small squeese at my shoulder, I felt reasured. I still wasn't happy about the situation but I was at least able to transition to an agreeable state of mind. I wore a petulant pout on my lips as I broke away from Magda's embrace to confront the next awkward step, getting myself diapered for the first time since infancy. "D'accord. Auriez-vous des couches ici que je pourrais porter ?"

Chapter 17 – Baby Blues Christina began putting the shopping away whilst my mother sat me down on a blanket in front of the television. It felt slightly belittling that I wasn’t even allowed to sit on the sofa and had to remain on the floor. ‘A little birdy told me that somebody enjoys watching Bluey’, she grinned. I blushed and began to feel awkward. However, as the theme tune to Bluey started to play, I smiled and actually felt excited to watch it. ‘You stay here and watch Bluey like a good boy while I help Auntie Christina with the shopping’, instructed my mother. It didn’t even bother me that my mother was starting to baby me again. As long as I was watching Bluey, I was happy and content. I continued watching episode after episode whilst the two women put away the shopping. I could hear them talking and laughing and wondered what they could have planned for me. I sat up slightly and adjusted my seating position to get more comfortable. However, as I sat back down again, I felt my nappy squelch. It was an odd sensation and I moved around some more. Once again, my nappy began to squelch. I stretched open the front of my shorts to see a big yellow stain on the front of my nappy. To my horror, I realised that I had wet myself again. This morning I’d had a few seconds warning before peeing but this time, I couldn’t even remember doing it. ‘Maybe I was just distracted by Bluey’, I thought. However, the more I began to think about it, the more I started to panic that I was becoming incontinent. Despite, having a dummy in my mouth, I felt myself beginning to sob. It wasn’t long before the dummy fell out of my mouth and I began to cry loudly. Christina and my mother quickly rushed in from the kitchen. ‘What’s the matter sweetie?’ asked Christina concerned. I continued crying and couldn’t even speak. The thought of being incontinent was terrifying. My mother walked over and stood me up. Without any warning, she pulled my shorts down to my ankles to reveal the soaked nappy. ‘I thought that might be the problem’, said my mother. ‘I’m sorry…I…I..I…’ before I could get anymore words out, my mother placed the dummy back into my mouth. Despite sucking on it, I continued to sob loudly. Suddenly, my mother placed her hands under my armpits and lifted me into the air. As my shorts fell away, my gut instinct was to wrap my legs around her waist. As I did, she adjusted her arms and wrapped one arm around my waist and the other arm underneath my nappy. I managed to stop crying as I went into slight shock. My mother had always been strong but I had no idea that she could still carry me. Even Christina looked surprised. ‘Come on darling’, said my mother and kissed my cheek, ‘let’s go and get this icky thing off you’. With that, she began carrying my up the stairs. I rested my head on her shoulders, completely defeated. I looked at Christina who was following behind. When we entered the nursery, my mother carried me straight over to the changing table and laid me down on it. Christina began to get out the changing supplies whilst my mother undid my wet nappy and opened it up. I sighed with relief as she raised my legs and began wiping my bottom with a cool baby wipe. ‘Aw, is that nice?’ cooed my mother. ‘Yeth Mummy’, I babbled from behind my dummy. It was strange. I had felt awkward having my mother baby me before but now I was beginning to feel more comfortable around her. Maybe it was her motherly instincts, but when I was crying, she had instantly recognised what the problem was and was now taking care of it for me. I suddenly realised that I didn’t just want Christina, I wanted my Mummy as well. After taping on a clean nappy, I had a big smile on my face. ‘Aw, that’s better, isn’t it?’ my mother smiled. I nodded my head. ‘Now then’, she said, ‘we’ll get you some lunch and then I’ve got a little surprise for you’. I was slightly sceptical but excited to find out what my surprise was.   After heading down, I was allowed to sit in front of the TV and have a sandwich and a Bluey cookie which tasted delicious. It was embarrassing at the time, but I was really happy that Christina had bought the cookies. I just prayed that Samantha hadn’t realised that they were for me. I was praised for clearing my plate before my mother turned off the TV and was ready to reveal my surprise. ‘I’ve been doing a bit of shopping myself this morning’, she said excitedly. I was curious about what she had bought. Christina sat down the sofa and looked equally intrigued. My mother popped outside to her car and returned with a large shopping bag. ‘Wow, it’s like Christmas’, giggled Christina at the sight of the large bag of gifts. My mother sat down on the sofa next to Christina whilst I remained on the floor, looking up at the two ‘grown-ups’. ‘First of all’, said my mother, ‘this is for you Christina’. She reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of wine. ‘What’s this for?’ Christina asked. ‘It’s just to say thank you for looking after my little bundle of joy’, she replied. ‘That’s so kind of you’, said Christina, ‘thank you’. My mother then turned to me. I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be getting any alcohol. The first item she pulled out was a stuffed dinosaur. ‘Aw, he’s cute’, smiled Christina. ‘I thought it would match his romper’, replied my mother before handing the stuffed toy to me. I accepted it awkwardly and placed it next to me. I didn’t exactly want to play with a stuffed dinosaur but my gifts were only just beginning. The second gift she pulled out was a collection of numbered building blocks. ‘These will keep you busy’, my mother giggled. I once again awkwardly thanked her for my ‘useless’ gift. My mother then pulled out a colouring book along with a set of new crayons. I had to admit that I was quite excited about having a new colouring book as I had almost finished my other one. ‘That’s it for the toys’, smiled my mother, ‘these last three gifts are more of a necessity than anything else. I watched eagerly as my mother pulled out a set of 10 dummies. Each one was a different colour and had a farmyard animal on the front. ‘Ooh aren’t you a lucky boy’, cooed Christina. Although it felt slightly patronising, I enjoyed using a dummy and so it felt like a gift that I would actually use. My mother then took out two packs of the adult nappies that I was used to buying from the pharmacy. ‘I thought these would come in handy’, chuckled my mother. ‘Ooh yes’, agreed Christina, ‘you can never have enough nappies with this little one around’. I blushed at her comment but I could hardly argue. I went through a lot of nappies. ‘One more to go’, said my mother as she pulled out a package. I wasn’t sure what it was until she turned it around to show me. ‘Ta da’, she exclaimed, ‘what do you think?’ My jaw dropped as she showed me a package containing a large blue baby bonnet with a matching pair of mittens. ‘Wow, where did you find mittens in Jakes size?’ asked Christina. ‘You just need to shop in the right places’, winked my mother. ‘I’m not wearing those’, I said. ‘Jake!’ said Christina firmly, ‘don’t be so ungrateful. Your mother has spent a lot on these gifts’. I felt myself slightly cowering and felt like a little kid who had just been told off by an adult. ‘Sorry’, I apologised. ‘I didn’t realise how much stuff I’d bought’, my mother joked, ‘I’ll be needing to get Jake a playpen for all these toys’. The two women laughed. I didn’t like the idea of having a playpen. I was in my crib for long enough each day as it was. ‘Did you want to play with your toys, Jake?’ asked Christina. Before I could reply, I suddenly let out a loud yawn. ‘Aw, I think maybe we’re ready for a nap first’, smiled my mother. I was starting to get used to my afternoon naps and felt a bit sleepy. Christina headed into the kitchen to make me up a bottle while my mother led me upstairs. As we entered the nursery, she quickly checked my nappy. To my relief, I had managed to stay dry although I feared that I would wet myself whilst I slept. I made my way over to the crib but was stopped before I could get in it. ‘Hang on a second’, said Christina as she walked into the room, ‘I think this would be a great opportunity to test these out. She held up the blue bonnet and mittens which made me cringe with embarrassment. ‘Excellent idea’, replied my mother as she took them from Christina and opened them up. I looked at them closely. They looked like they were made from a soft material like silk or satin. ‘Hold out your hands sweetheart’, instructed my mother. As I did, she placed one of the blue mittens over my hand and tied it on using the thick ribbon that was attached to it. It felt snug but not too tight. She then proceeded to do the same with the other hand. After finishing, I looked at my hands and realised that I had now lost all control of my fingers. My mother then took the bonnet and placed it over my head before fastening it under my chin. Although, I couldn’t see myself, I felt very silly and could only imagine how babyish I looked. Afterwards, I was instructed to climb inside the crib. My mother tucked me in and wound up the mobile whilst Christina closed the curtains. As the side of the crib was locked into place, Christina handed me my bottle that was full of warm milk. ‘Have a nice nap sweetie’, she smiled. My mother looked down at me and admired her handywork, ‘night night my little cutie’. The two women then left the room. I attempted to drink my bottle but it slipped out of my hand. The smoothness of the mitten made it very hard to hold onto anything. I eventually found that the only way I could drink my bottle was to hold onto it with both hands like a real infant. As I started drinking the warm milk, I felt a dampness in my nappy as I began to uncontrollably wet myself once again.

I've had a weird outcome with these XXL's, the male-oriented ones; I bought a box of them just because I had to know how they fit, even though pull-ups in general are not part of my wardrobe, and anything youth-focused wouldn't have enough capacity to be of much use, given I wear diapers fulltime. There were two sleeves in the box, and the pull-ups in the first sleeve fit surprisingly well, given my dimensions, as compared to the weight range on the box, and I would wear them for short missions when I didn't want to burn a real diaper, knowing that I was going to be having a shower, or getting changed to go out, or whatever, in a short while. The first batch performed admirably, withing the confines of only being good for maybe an hour or two, and only at a constant trickle, no flooding.  The second sleeve in the box performed differently - the stretchy material on one side or the other eventually pulled most of the way away from the front panel, on all of them, evoking a bikini-esque fit. They never failed completely, but without that support from the sides, they would leak unpredictably, allowing a few drops to escape, while containing most of a wetting, for example. I once ended up with a wet spot above my knee, of all places. I'm assuming I haven't changed dimensions much in a couple of weeks, so I think the second sleeve of they're-not-diapers diapers had some kind of manufacturing flaw. ("They're not diapers" was an argument my daughter used to mount). I'm curious as to if anyone else has experienced this.