Baby Talk

Here is my thinking on this one.  In urodynamic testing, it is standard to put an EMG sensor around the anus.  That's how they measure activity of the pelvic floor.  You can DIY EMG sensors with https://myoware.com  I have not tried this myself, but have been meaning to.  It should be a good way to measure relaxation of the pelvic floor, which everyone here associates with untraining.

Any abdl diaper boys want to meet up with me in the Southport area I am looking for abdl friends and a daddy for me or I can be a daddy for a abdl boy. 

Woot. New chapter.   ---   Alicia groaned as her heavy legs shuddered, taking a small break as the music stopped and the first round of the dance competition was over. She took a few drags of her pacifier to calm down, lamenting over the fact that she agreed to this particular game. Still, taking a glance over at Bandit held prisoner in a magic circle, she knew she had to win.   The archfey that acted as judge over the game looked rather pleased as they sat on their cushioned seat over at a dining table, being fed grapes by different nymphs prancing around, catering to their every whim.   Alicia eyed her competitor—a Feywilde satyr that had introduced himself as ‘Peter’. He was a smug, little bastard, barely breaking a sweat—prancing around on his little bastard hooves, playing his little bastard pipes. Alicia shook her head. Bandit was more important than cursing her competition.   “Ready for round two?” Peter gloated, getting back into a rhythm as the music picked up once more.   Alicia locked eyes with Bandit, finding only trust. She felt her body stir with a fiery passion.   “Bring it on,” she bit back.   Her body moved before her mind could catch up, surrendering to the primal pull of the rhythm. A fierce current stirred within, rising from somewhere deep and undeniable.   Peter started looking nervous, but kept a steady pace.   She smirked, his unease becoming her strength, allowing her to push through the pain and fatigue. Another powerful sensation rippled through her, pushing her limits to the max. Peter looked more and more weary by the second. Victory was surely hers!   “Ha! Is that—”   ---   “Aww yo gawt?” Alicia mumbled, half-asleep behind her pacifier as her body shook back and forth in bed making it creak softly as she was loosening up. Her inside stirred with her movements and third time was the charm. Her bowels sighed happily as she pushed out a big load into the seat of her nighttime diaper, squishing against her tush.   She groaned as the relief washed over her as a few smaller lumps followed after, grouping together. Her movements died down as her eyes flickered, seeing Bandit nearby on the bed.    Snatching him up in a hug, she sleepily stroked his head and mumbled soft, unintelligible nothings. Victorious in her ordeal, she fell shortly back to sleep.    Later, Alicia’s eyes fluttered anew, lying on her back, notably less clothed and Bandit-less. She was not alone however, as a soft, familiar humming permeated the room.   Mom…?   She opened her eyes with a groggy expression, rubbing out the eyecrust as she felt the tapes of her diaper rip open. Alicia recognized the portable changing table she was resting on.   “Must’ve carried me down without me noticing…honestly…” She sighed and turned to look at her mother.   “Oh, good morning, lovebug,” Emily beamed towards her, “busy night?”   “W-what—” Alicia yawned, “is that supposed to mean?” She lightly smacked her lips, breathing through her nose. That’s when the smell hit her. She looked down and gasped in horror at the stained diaper.   “Oh. What. The. Hell!” she let out through gritted teeth.   Emily gave her a disapproving glance, but didn’t chide her for swearing, and merely took procured several baby wipes as the accessed the damage.   “Hmm, this might take a while,” Emily clicked her lips. “I’m going to have to restock later.”   I don’t remember going at all! Alicia, thought as her mind tried to make sense of it all. This is insane! Am I getting sick again?   “I almost found you rolled out of your bed, honey,” Emily said, noticing her daughter's stare. “Must’ve been some dream you had. You didn’t wake up at all to go?”   “No!” Alicia covered her eyes. “Maybe? I mean…I don’t know!” She caught another glance at her messy nethers. It was disgusting. She was disgusting. Alicia felt shame overwhelm her as she started hiccuping.   “Hey, it’s okay, sweetie. Mommy’s not upset with you,” Emily assured. “You probably just had a bad dream, or maybe your tummy was a little upset last night. It happens!”   Alicia eyes started to water. She didn’t want it to be a thing that ‘happens’!   Her mother merely gave a little sigh and reached for a clean pacifier by the sink, holding it out towards her daughter’s mouth. Alicia took it on mere instinct and started suckling. A few moments passed as her breathing became more controlled.   “There we go, my sweet girl,” Emily cooed. “Don’t you worry, I’ll have you clean in a jiffy.”   “N-no…I should—” The words got caught in her throat. What was she going to do? Clean herself? She could barely look at it without bursting into tears.   “Honey, please let mommy worry about your diapers at home, like we talked about?” Emily said softly. “Your practice run should probably be something more…manageable, yeah?”   Alicia just shook her head. She didn’t want to think about it anymore. “J-just cwean me awready, pease, mommy,” she whined behind her pacifier.   “Already on it, lovebug,” Emily said, wiping Alicia’s bum.    Alicia took another few soothing drags on her pacifier and leaned back, taking in the ceiling view.    Damn, that’s a lot of wipes, she thought to herself, before she was interrupted by her mother humming a familiar tune.   “Awe yu—” she took out her pacifier and looked incredulously at Emily.  “Are you seriously humming ‘Wheels on the Bus?’”   “Oh,” her mother looked sheepish. “It’s just something I remembered from when you were little. It went something like this~”   “No you don’t have to—!”    “The wipes on the bum go swish swish swish~Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish~The wipes on the bum go swish, swish, swish~All day long!”    Alicia balked as her mother continued singing with childish glee, all the while accentuated the lines with rhythmic strokes with the wipes against Alicia’s tush.    She was in hell.     “Mom!”   “Not a fan?” she asked innocently.   “No! Sing literally anything else, if you have to!”   “Okidoki, sweetheart,” Emily smiled and took a deep breath.    “Pretty little baby~yah yah~Pretty little baby~yah yah.”   “Oh you are asking for it,” Alicia scowled, crossing her arms. When she was finally clean she was going to give her mother such an earful. Yeah…she’d wait until then at least.    “Pretty little baby. You say that maybe~You’ll be thinking of me, and try to love me,” Emily continued as she finished wiping, balling up the used diaper before taking out a new and taping it snuggly around her daughter’s waist.   “Pretty little baby, I’m hoping that you do~ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ohh.”   “That’s it!” You’re banned from singing during changes! Alicia threatened, pointing an accusing finger at her mother.   “Oh, let’s hurry and leave then, so I can continue to sing to you outside the bathroom,” Emily quipped.   “No! That’s not what I…Mom! You’re embarrassing me!” Alicia huffed.   “Hmm, no more sad tears then?” Emily smiled.    Alicia felt her veins pulse in her forehead. What kind of gall did her mother possess to…to…   Huh…   Slowly the gears turned in Alicia’s head. Emily had essentially uno-reversed their situation from before and taken Alicia out of her funk. She gently squeezed her nose bridge.   “You’re unbelievable,” Alicia delivered with a deadpan expression, before eventually settling on a faint smirk. Seriously, her mother was such a dork.   “Aww there’s my happy girl,” Emily beamed. “Come on, let’s get you dressed and ready for breakfast, okay?”   “Fine…you goober,” Alicia said, waiting to be picked up. If her mother wanted to play those kind of cards, then she could very well work for it. It’s not like Alicia was developing a habit of being carried around, that was just absurd.   “By the way, I looked through a few more boxes in the attic,” Emily said, as she set Alicia down on the fuzzy carpet.   Uh oh…   “And look what I found!” Emily beamed, revealing a denim attire. “Your old shortalls!”   “Yay…” Alicia stared at the blue outfit with white flowery print. “Do I have to wear that, mom?” Alicia said, pointing at it before grabbing a fresh, white t-shirt from the drying rack.   “No? Just figured it could be fun for a lazy day in? If you rather wear something else that is completely fine.”   Alicia pondered. “Just a lazy day in?”   “Unless something else comes up? You could always wear what we bought yesterday?” Emily said.   “...Fine,” Alicia said, stepping inside the shortalls, adjusting the straps. They hugged her diaper so snuggly she shuddered a little.    Tried as she might, Emily couldn’t help but giggle as she closed the snaps around the crotch.    “What’s so fun—aw come on!” Alicia let out, staring into the mirror, noticing the bunny tail poking out from behind. Not to mention she had total diaper butt.   “So, so precious,” Emily said, scooping Alicia up, assaulting her with kisses.   “Mom, Shtap!” Alicia tried in vain to push her mom’s advances away, but in the end, she also giggled.   “Come on Your Heinie:ess,” she joked. “I’ve got waffle batter ready to be cooked.”   Alicia gasped, and added poshly. “Well, lead the way, madam.” She cared not that was carried all the way and ceremoniously plopped into her seat. She was ready to receive the waffly goodness.   “What would you like to drink?” Emily asked as she poured the batter in the waffle-maker.   “Oh, I get to choose, huh?” Alicia smirked. Time for another bit.. “Then I require your strongest potions, potion-seller!””   “You cannot handle my strongest potions, sir knight,” Emily smiled back.   “Rats…strongest coffee then?” Alicia tried.   “Heh, when you pay for it, I suppose you can have it, sweetie,” Emily rolled her eyes theatrically.   There’s a thought, Alicia cocked her head. Mom wouldn’t usually cede such a thing, always telling how bad it is for me…   “Oh, I guess milk then, for now.”   Emily’s eyes lit up as she went over to the fridge and took out one the containers of breastmilk.   “No, no, regular milk, mom,” Alicia said. “In a normal glass, thank you.”   “Aww.” She disappointedly took out the milk jug instead and poured a glass for Alicia.   “Thanks.”   “You’re welcome. Mommy’s milk is for special occasions anyway, hmm?”   “Yeah it’s…hey!” Alicia pouted.   “Oh look, first batch done!” Emily sang and turned around, serving up the waffles on a platter, putting out the jar of jam and whipped cream on the table.   As Alicia slathered the waffle with toppings, her mother looked at her and grinned.   “What?” Alicia asked.   “Hmm, nothing,” Emily mused.   “...You want to feed me, don’t you?” Alicia accused.   “Just the first one?” Emily asked gently.   Alicia rolled her eyes and sighed. “Get it out of your system.”   “Yay!” Emily said, breaking Alicia’s waffle into pieces, feeding her one bite at a time.   “You’re…mm,” Alicia said, chewing, “lucky this is so good.”   “No talking with your mouth full, sweetie,” Emily giggled. “If you ruin your pretty clothes, I’ll have to get you that bib after all.”   “You’re joking, right?” Alicia swallowed.   “Hmm, maay~beee?” Emily sang, holding out another piece of waffle.   Alicia narrowed her eyes, turning away from her mother with crossed arms. If that’s how her mother wanted to play things, she could certainly oblige.   “Oh no,” her mother lamented, “grumpiness detected!”   Alicia harumphed, but felt the corners of her mouth wiggle. It felt strangely nostalgic.    “Whatever shall we do?” Emily wooed for a moment, theatrically lamenting before re-slathering the waffle piece with more jam and whipped cream. “Mayday, mayday, Aircraft 1337 carrying delicious cargo seeking emergency landing!”   She spun the piece around Alicia’s face, getting the toppings all around her mouth and cheeks. Alicia rolled her eyes, bursting out in a giggle before turning her face and chomping down on the waffle-plane.    “Wow, good job you were there to save the day, sweetheart!” Emily applauded. “Still some cargo left though.”   “Just keep it coming,” Alicia said, chewing with gusto, quickly finishing off the remaining waffle. True to her word, Alicia got to eat the second one in peace by herself.   After gorging herself, Alicia retreated back to her room. So much had happened in the last few days she’d barely played any games on her computer, and she was ready to get lost in the world of CRPG:s.    About two hours later, her mother knocked on her door. “Coming in”   Alicia merely grunted in reply, her eyes taped to the screen.   “You’ve been staring at that screen for a while now, honey. Take a break?”   Alicia swiveled in her chair. “But mom! I just got past the entrance to the Underdark. It’s so cool!”    “You can play some more later tonight, okay? I’m sure…” she squinted at the screen, “your tiefling and githyanki girlfriend will wait for you. My…that tiefling is really buff though…I can see why your approval rating is so high.” Emily chuckled.    “Mom…” Alicia blushed. Her mother knew just a little bit too much about these games sometimes. Alicia saved and quit the game out of embarrassment.   “Mhm, hold that thought, sweetie,” Emily said, patting around Alicia’s butt, letting out a satisfied hum.  “Seems fine for now.”   “I think I’d know if I need a change, mom.” Alicia groaned.    “Well, you know where to find me if you do,” Emily said, looking around the room. “ By the way…it’s a little empty in here, no? Need any help getting out your toys again?”   Alicia crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, letting out a sly smile.  “Are you bored, mom?”    “...A little,” she replied sheepishly   Alicia rolled her eyes and went over to the closet where she had left stuffed her toys after their previous argument. Emily helped her get the box out and they went about redecorating her room. Once she pulled out the grey pusheen plushie, she frowned.   “Sweetie?”   “Yeah?”   “What did you name this one?”   Alicia gasped. “Oh damn, I completely forgot!” In the Ericksson household, it was considered bad luck not to name a plushie. It was a sacred tradition, and they were on the verge of a tragedy should they not act posthaste.   “Well that just won’t do, Alicia,” Emily chided.    “Okay, okay, hmm,” Alicia furrowed her brows, deep in thought. “I’ll dub thee…Sir Nibblesworth, Nibbles for short.” She crossed her arms and nodded, satisfied with her decision.   “Welcome to the family, Nibbles,” Emily said, giving an approving smile. “That was close, sweetie.”   “Crisis averted,” Alicia agreed.    They both looked at each other seriously before breaking out into giggles. They started building up the lego-city again, now under dual management. Alicia felt a small tingle in her bladder, but with a diaper so thick and in the midst of playing, she merely stopped, closed her eyes and then resumed building.   Later in the afternoon, Alicia lays on the living room couch, watching some TV. Her diaper was considerably poofed out at this point, squishing against the shortalls, but not uncomfortably so. Alicia perked up as she caught her mother talking on the phone in the kitchen.   “I’ll ask her, yeah, but I’m not making any promises…okay, call you back in a bit? Alright, bye bye.” Emily walked in and sat beside Alicia.   “What’s up?” Alicia asked.   “So that was Jenny,” Emily began. “She was wondering if we wanted to come over for a barbeque this evening.”   Alicia quirked her head. That sounded kind of fun actually. “Sure, I’ll—”   “Together with the Carters,” Emily finished.   “Oh…Oh!” Alicia said, feeling her anxiety rising. “That’s…”   “A bit much?” Emily said knowingly.   “I mean…” Alicia tried to find the right words. “I think they are decent people…but in a way that just feels worse, since we’re kind of hiding things? It feels…dishonest?”   “I hear you, honey,” Emily said.    “I do want to spend more time with the Palmers though,” Alicia pondered. “They are really nice.”   “Yeah? I think so too.”   “What do we do then?” Alicia asked.   “I’d say…we go and just try and have a good time. Feel things out and just see how we feel about them knowing? If they aren’t cool about it, then it’s their loss,” Emily said.   “You don’t think they’ll be mad though?”   “What for, honey?”   “That I’m working at the preschool?”   “Sweetheart none of that. You are an adult and allowed to work and make a living,” Emily proclaimed.   “Yeah, it’s just what the principal told us,” Alicia said.   “She did say we didn’t have to lie about though, remember?” Emily said.   “I guess…”   “Want to hear what I think?” Emily asked.   “Shoot.”   “In a roundabout way, I think she made up that ‘policy’ to protect you, sweetie.”   “Really?”   “Sure. She probably figured it was easier for you to play a part than being upfront about who you are,” Emily deftly moved Alicia into her lap for comfort. “Now, people might find out in the future, but ultimately they don’t really have a say who is employed there.”   “B-but they may not see it that way, because of…” Alicia trailed off.   “Because of your diapers, honey?”   Alicia winced. “I guess…”   “Honey, if someone worked there, but needed a cane or wheelchair to move around would you tell them they shouldn’t be there?” Emily asked.   “...No? As long as they could do the job?”   “There’s your answer. Don’t let other people decide your limits, Alicia,” Emily said with a serious tone. “You are allowed equal opportunity like everyone else. You are Isabella’s personal aide who helps her socialize and thrive. And from what I can tell, you’re doing a great job.”   Alicia beamed. Her mother’s words resonated deep within her. Still, there was an inkling of a foreboding feeling in her mind taking root. She took a deep breath and slapped her cheeks, burning with determination.   “We’re going to that barbeque!” Alicia declared.   “That’s my brave girl. Let’s get you changed beforehand, yeah?” Emily patted Alicia’s squishy bum.    Alicia blushed. “Okay, mommy. But let’s go with pull-ups while we’re there?”   “Of course, dear,” Emily said. “Do you want to try out one of your new outfits?”   Alicia nodded. About an hour later, they were both dressed for the occasion. Alicia in her new checkered dress and her mother wearing a midi sundress, sporting oversized sunglasses.    Even though her pull-up featured Supergirl on the front, it felt rather weak and flimsy, not comfortable and secure like her diapers, but Alicia vowed to herself that she’d definitely keep herself dry this time. She adjusted the pull-up one last time before they left.

Wait -- you DON'T like her?? Damn and here I thought she'd be a favorite! 🤪

Chapter 20 - A blessing in Disguise  The sensation of a semi soft log sitting in the wet and now cold diaper reminded Heather of her involuntary indiscretion while secured in the carseat at the police roadblock. Embarrassed she dropped her head only to be reminded again of her dilemma by the way she was now dressed, a pink t-shirt with an applique, ‘Mommy’s Little Angel’ splashed across the front in cursive script for anyone who cared to read it and a thick white plastic covered disposable diaper. Not just any diaper, a baby diaper with sticky tapes fixed to a smooth plastic landing zone with graphics of diapered teddy bears nursing pacifiers or holding milk filled baby bottles. Tensing her leg muscles the sound of rustling plastic filled the pram as the diaper wrapped around her bottom rustled loudly with  conformed to the shape of her bottom with every movement. It was only then that the reality of the situation she had willingly participated in brought her back to earth with a crash. While the soiled disposable that she was now wearing had been designed for an amazon baby it contained her bottom and her mess so effectively that she could just as easily have been one of the babies that it had been designed for. A hand probing the soggy diaper between her legs got her attention as the girl she had befriended at the mall fidgeted, gripping the side of the pram, hopping from one foot to the other in dance that could only mean one thing. “If you need to go Becky use your diaper, Mommy needs to change the baby so we can do your diapee as well at the same time.” The look of horror on the girl’s face at her Mom’s edict told the story before she could reply, clearly being put in another diaper wasn’t something that she was remotely looking forward to. “NO… NO Mommy… I don’t need diapers… I’m a big girl now… can I have my own clothes back now?.” Hearing the girl telling her Mom that she was a big girl and didn’t need diapers drove a metaphorical stake through Heather’s heart. The previous day she had been wearing a thong, jeans, a cut off top and sneakers. Now she found herself barefoot, being wheeled around in a baby pram wearing an amazon toddler’s t-shirt and a plastic backed baby diaper that was in need of changing. As the pram was pushed inside the mall she was overwhelmed by masses of Amazons - Moms, Dads, teenagers, families and single adults on their own or in pairs shopping. It was a heaving mass of humanity, if she wasn’t in the pram she would have become quickly lost or even trampled by giants. Looking up at the woman who was pushing the pram she a determined look in her eyes. She was clearly focussed on an objective further inside the mall navigating the pram through the crowd with practised ease, this wasn’t her first outing with a pram that much was clear to Heather. When the direction of travel changed Heather glanced to her left and saw the two young Police constables that she had first seen at the Burger Lion in La Enfantaine then again at the roadblock. They were now inside the mall and speaking to another red haired Amazon woman with a kindergartener restrained by a walking harness and a diapered little in a stroller. “Poolaa.. poolaa…. hupp maa… hupp maa,” she blurted out pointing toward them with her free hand while the other gripped the now almost empty bottle of baby formula. The girl’s reaction wasn’t lost on Diane, she also recognised the two clowns from the Burger Lion as she made her way toward the family bathrooms with her prize, all the while wanting to distract the passersby who had heard the girl trying to call out to the two policemen for help. “Mommy needs to change your pants first Baby-girl, then we can go shopping.”   The sensation of being in a dirty diaper was something Heather had long forgotten, as the pram rolled forward across the polished tiles of the mall she could feel the mushy log that now sat in the seat of her diaper and wasn’t happy. Long forgotten memories of toddling around her Mom’s house and outside in nothing more than a soggy or a poopy diaper on hot summer days resurfaced, all she wanted was her own panties and clothes back. Every time she tried to wriggle into a new position the load in her diaper reminded Heather of how far she had fallen. Two weeks ago she had been waitressing at the diner in California where she worked, being called baby, cutie and little one by her work colleagues and customers because she was so petite. Now those nicknames would be an accurate reflection if her work colleagues and the regular customers could see her, barefoot, wearing nothing more than t-shirt and a disposable baby diaper in need of a change while riding in a pram that she could not escape from because the white soft leather safety harness around her torso and over her shoulders kept her in place.  Replaying the mornings events in her mind didn’t help. Had she made the wrong decision at the Burger Lion? Would she have been better off staying with Ivy? Heather was conflicted, every time she closed her eyes images of that morning flashed behind her eyes, lighting up like billboards in Times Square. Well, at least she though it was like Times Square, NYC, Midtown Manhattan,the vibrant crossroads of the famous for dazzling billboards, Broadway theaters, top end stores, and the massive New Year's Eve ball drop that she had watched on TV every New Year once she was old enough to stay up as a kid and see the New Year in. The first year she had been excited by the idea of being allowed to stay up with her older cousins and their neighbourhood friends, until her Aunt decided that as the youngest and the smallest she would get to play a special role in the New Year celebrations… a role as it turned out that she wanted no part in but because of her petite size was perfectly proportioned for and had to play that part from kindergarten to her last year in high school when one of her older cousins finally produced a baby to take on the role of ‘Baby New Year’.  Now the memories came flooding back, a thick cotton toddler diaper pinned around her hips, the Baby New Year sash across her naked chest and being told to be a good baby and drink her baba. The first year she had no idea what to expect and played along thinking it would all be over once the New Year had been rung in. It was almost immediately after midnight that her Aunt had said its baby’s bedtime and whisked her away from the party to what she had expected was a bedroom only to find herself flat on her back on a kingsize bed while a pair of milky white pull on plastic baby pants were pulled over her feet, roughly tugged up her short legs and over the the cotton diaper. She had complained and tried to wriggle away but her Aunt had maintained the upper hand, easily manipulating her small body into a footed toddler girls sleeper and zipping it closed then depositing her in a large white wooden crib that sat opposite the end of her her Aunt’s bed. While being diapered and playing the part of Baby New Year one thing, being put in baby pants, a footed sleeper and a crib for the night as if she was a real baby was something else entirely. Heather still remembered that night and the next day vividly. When she tried to complain her mouth was plugged with a pacifier and a warning given that it better still be in there when her Aunt came to bed or there would be trouble. As things turned out the next morning she had more to worry about than the pacifier. That was then and now was now, now that first New Year being babysat by her Aunt seemed like a lightyear ago.  While she still yearned to experience New Year in new York’s Times Square, "Crossroads of the World," famous for its dazzling digital billboards, theatres, flagship stores, and New Year's Eve ball drop that was an adventure for another day. Conflicting points of view now swirled inside head, Ivy had threatened her with a diaper at the hotel then relented and put her in a pull-up. But for how long? That was the sixty four dollar question. Ivy was all ‘Im in charge and you will do as I say’, and while that had resulted in her being made to wear a pull-up and amazon kids clothes rather than her own. Making her own assessment of that situation Heather had not liked the idea but it was certainly better the her current position with Diane where she was now wearing a diaper, not just any diaper, a baby diaper, a diaper no doubt very similar to those she had tried so hard over the last two weeks to avoid. It had started out OK at the Burger Lion, Diane’s offer to help had seemed genuine, then she had suggested a disguise to get past the Police roadblock. While she hadn’t expected the suppository that had been slipped inside her bottom before a baby diaper had been taped around her loins. It had done it job and added realism to the disguise, there was no doubt about that, but why was she now riding in a baby pram? Surely Diane could have just changed her back to her own clothes in the back of the SUV again?