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That sounds a lot but checking the tracking spreadsheet I created a few years ago it turns out to be pretty much exactly the weight (dry) of one of my 60" x 60" terries with a 24" x 24" terry nappy soaker (1039g or, 2lb 4oz). That's a LOT of nappy and I'd only usually wear that kind of gear to bed! I can't imagine that I'd leak wearing something like that during the day although it wouldn't be hard to tell what I was wearing. -
By Crimson_Wolf · Posted
You're welcome it just takes practice, you can also find another Mommy Dom or a workshop to teach you how administer punishments as a caregiver. This isn't you being a dom in the strict BDSM sense. Like a said before, when you have a little visiting you sit them down and explain the rules and the punishments for an infraction and subsequent infractions of the same rule. Amd after the punishment is over you have them explain why the punishment was administered. I would take it like having a dog they'll give you the eyes like a little would but you have to stick to your guns. Not saying littles are dogs but they both give those big begging eyes. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Camila new Emily should be kept in the mittens and booties but decide to give her new little one a break as long as she behaved, besides with the lockable baby pants the girl would be staying in diapers for the time being, Camila carried Emily in just her top and diaper down to the dining room where both Madison and Alice were finishing up their meals, "Hey girls glad that you've eaten I'm going to feed Little Emily here so you go and pick out outfits to were in fact why don't you take out an outfit for Emily to wear as well." Emily was then put into Madison's old high chair before Madison herself was taken out of the other high chair. -
By Little Sherri · Posted
It's cool that you've spoken with your therapist, and have their support, @Primcess Mauve. I don't have a therapist, but so far, I have talked to, for example, exactly zero medical or psychological specialists about my wanting (and now needing) to wear diapers. I'm thinking I might have the conversation with my new doctor, when my current octogenarian doc finally retires - I assume he has a gambling problem, or dislikes his wife, because he is still going. But when that time comes, I'm not going to cop to wanting to wear them; I am planning to just say that I've been wearing them for a long time, that I need them, and that it's working for me, so I am uninterested in medical adventurism, looking for a "cure." I don't want a prescription, I don't need my insurance to pay for them, I just want to go about my business, wearing plastic underpants that tape on. A few medical people have seen my diaper, generally accidentally, or because I had no choice, but I have never spoken of it, specifically, so you are ahead of me there. I was reminded again this weekend that I do "need" diapers, at least at night; I was at Dave & Anne's, and we went out for dinner, and then ended up back at his place, and some whiskey came into the picture, and I don't really recall exactly when I went to bed, but I did manage to change my diaper, and I did manage to get into my lined plastic pants, before retiring. The lined plastic pants did not see any action, but the diaper, a Crinklz, was soaked up front, and I had zero recollection of when that happened. It seems to have been while I was on my front, and ground zero was the lower front of the diaper, suggesting that "mini me" was pointed downward. Had things been pointed upwards, I might have leaked over the front - I think that's what's happened during a couple of my bed-tastrophies, or the near-misses I've had since I bought the protective covers. Normally, events transpire while I'm on my back, even though I don't sleep on my back - if I am not absolutely comatose from exhaustion, ethanol, or some other intoxicant, such as cold medication, then the most used area of the diaper is usually around the back, indicating that even though I no longer record memories of these events, I am "stirring" a bit, and rolling over, to "make water". Whereas last night, it happened while I was in my "dead to the world" position. I had a diaper dream that must have been playing out right when I woke up - Dave had tapped on my door, because they'd ordered breakfast in, as it was one of their (adult) kids' birthdays. In the dream, I had slept on the outdoor couch under Dave & Anne's gazebo, which in itself is interesting, because they don't have a gazebo. They do have outdoor furniture on their deck, but it's not under a structure. However, my brain had built one for them, on their deck. And having slept on it, I had then gone inside the house, for coffee or breakfast or whatever, and at some point, Dave & I were walking past the gazebo, on our way to somewhere else in their yard, and I noted in what I would call "muted horror", that I'd left a couple of diapers on top of one of the cushions. They were new ones, IE not like the one I'd left in their guest bedroom a few weeks back, but I was disappointed at my lack of attention to detail. One of them was a white one, that read to me as cloth-backed, and was probably an Active Air, while the other one was plastic, and had some kind of print on it, but I couldn't really tell what it was - call it a generic ABDL diaper. Maybe a Bambino Classico or something. I tried to make light of it, in the dream, and said something like, "I'll grab those on our way back in...", and he said "I've been meaning to talk to you about that...", but then I woke up, so I don't know what he meant to talk to me about. Leaving diapers on his deck? Being in diapers? The aforementioned bedroom slipup? I'll never know. I had that in mind as I went to breakfast in my Crinklz, which was pretty puffy up front. The front of my jeans are usually a featureless, puffy wonderland, even on the best of days, but today, it looked like I had maybe a grapefruit stuffed down there, under some layers. I was happy for the cover that eating at their formal dining room table provided me, rather than their island, which has bar stools around it. Were I at home, or perhaps if their daughter hadn't been there, I might have just rolled with it, but I didn't feel completely comfortable, so I decided to abide by that feeling, and I went after breakfast, and put a new diaper on, a BeDry (the standard version). Crinklz are prone to extreme localized swelling, and being in the BeDry felt less conspicuous. Their daughter left, and Dave & I ended up doing a tune-up on his lawnmower, during which I was up and down a fair bit, but my longish t-shirt provided adequate discretion, I felt. I had an impact driver hooked to my belt while we were working, and at one point after using it, I hoisted it to rehang it handily within reach, while we farted around with sockets, and I idly noted that there was some diaper folded down over my belt, and I was technically hanging the tool on my diaper. I lifted it back up and very obviously folded the waistband of my diaper back, so that the tool could hang on my belt; I didn't really give it a second thought, even though I knew Dave could see what I was doing - I was standing right in front of him. All of which reaffirmed that my decision to not wear the diaper with the baby tigers all over it, was the right one - I'd have been a lot more self-conscious in an ABDL diaper, even if Dave & Anne have been wonderfully nonchalant and non-judgmental about having a friend who dresses like a toddler under his clothes, and often sleeps on one of their beds. -
By little_madd · Posted
Camilla discreetly watched her point to the "Princesses" diaper; she quickly changed it, liberally applying baby powder before fastening it shut. Emilly squirmed a bit, but the changing pad's safety strap kept her from getting away. Along with the diaper, there were plastic pants and pink ruffled diaper covers; Camilla decided to pick out Emilly's outfit for going out later. She set aside a new pull-up for Maddison—which was much thicker than the standard baby ones but still discreet—and the "Princesses" diaper for Alice, then said: "Let's get a nice bib on that little tummy, and then we're off to the market—I need to buy your new special diet." Emilly, who had been happy to be free of her mittens, was startled.
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