Baby Talk

Hi everyone my name is Jackie I live in Easthampton Massachusetts. I’m a full time trans girl, I transitioned to female in 2010 and though I’ve been a diaper lover for a while now it wasn’t til this March I decided to fully embrace all that me and made the transition into diapers 24/7 on March 28th and I’m glowing, I’m so happy and I’d love to get to know some of you here and make some friends who accept me for me, a wet and messy girl in diapers. 

A nice story. I think I remember reading this one at some point. But I don't remember. Agu! Nya! Nya!

How the journey going?

Hi I’m Jackie from Easthampton Massachusetts and on March 28th I went into diapers 24/7 and on this Past Tuesday May 12th I cut up and disposed of all of my underwear every last pair making Diapers my only underwear from now on. Once I tossed my underwear this amazing positive energy came upon me, I felt this glow about me. To say I’m very very happy in diapers would be an understatement. 

Chapter Fifty: The Last Stanza Adam had started something. A great many things, in fact, but the one staring him in the face was the one taking up his attention and giving him the greatest sense of joy and accomplishment. Joomi had bubbled all throughout lunch about Zhang’s and Bahgahro, taking such joy in the “baby burger” that Adam could actually hold (and no, not even her calling it that brought his spirits down), and the squishy toy burger that came with it. She was absolutely giddy, and it was infectious. Mung, Chana, and even Kang showed genuine happiness at listening and watching her. It was charming to see her so animated over such a small, mundane detail, and although there was a hint of sadness at realizing just how isolated she had been all her life, Adam wouldn’t let himself linger on it. Joomi had gone from fearing public scrutiny to feeling a sense of wonder about what else was out there. After lunch, as expected, Mung and Kang had disappeared. Adam had noticed that neither his great uncle nor mother had brought up Yoon’s unexpected arrival towards the end of the visit, and he, unwilling to sour the mood, followed that example. He played a few rounds of Go-Go-Stop with Chana and continued his losing streak, but was left to watch Bunny Holmes on the couch for a few hours. Boja, who had apparently missed them but was unwilling to say as much, spent those hours on the couch next to Adam, rather than his usual bed. The show was clearly made for Adopted, as its dialogue could be clever, but the presentation was babyish. Bunny Holmes herself would break the fourth wall, asking her viewers if they would help her find clues, asking in a slow, obvious drawl, “Do you see the footprints?” and then staring at the screen as if she could hear the answer. “You should answer her,” Boja teased. “And talk over her dead stare at me?” Adam snickered, pointing to the face of the animated bunny staring at them. “Good job!” Bunny Holmes chirped, turning towards the footprints and pulling out her magnifying glass. Those moments were awkward, but the jokes that would otherwise sail over an actual baby’s head, or references to other media that real children would have no context for, somewhat made up for it. It walked a fine line that didn’t always land from episode to episode, sometimes skewing into too infantile or too many references, but he could see why Jeong liked it enough (especially given his likely limited options). After a few episodes, when his grandmother left the room, he paused the show and glanced up at the tiger. “Hey, how hard would it be to add more languages?” he asked quietly, pointing to his ear. “Trivial. Why?” “Zhang speaks Qin, and I think Yamatoan,” he explained as he sat up to try and spot if she was coming back, and had to stand to keep vigil. “Technically, it’s called Qin-Yamatoan, which is categorized as a provincial language,” Boja pointed out as his tail flicked. “Really?” Adam frowned, arching a curious eyebrow. “Yes,” the tiger confirmed with a nod. “Yamatoan is the official language, which is used in all documentation and governmental affairs, but the local languages are maintained by the locals, and tolerated, as long as it’s appended.” “How many languages do they have?” “Officially, Yamatoa recognizes 9 other languages other than its own, but there are hundreds of dialects and variants, as well as dead languages from countries where the local population gave up keeping them alive,” Boja explained as he lowered his head and nuzzled his nose against Little Boja. ‘Language support updated,’ spoke a mechanical, younger-sounding voice in Adam’s ear. He spun around as he gasped, staring at Boja before looking down at Little Boja. “Did you give him a voice?!” he asked as he grabbed the stuffed tiger. “Yes,” Boja chuckled. “I made it while you were gone. And all ten languages are now loaded.” “You’re the best!” Adam bubbled as he wrapped his arms around Boja’s neck. The tiger chuffed and nuzzled his head against the Little. “I missed you today.” Boja paused as every bit of him became unnaturally still; Adam grinned and hugged him tighter. “I missed you, too,” the tiger replied quietly. “Maybe you can come with us next time,” the blonde suggested as he plopped back down and leaned against the tiger, who only chuckled in response. Adam grinned as he resumed the show, but he had to restart the episode because he hadn’t paid attention; he had let his mind wander as he tried to think of a way to include Boja in their future outings. Mung left before dinner and agreed to broach the topic of bringing Jae-yung for the next outing with Bak that evening. Dinner was surprisingly somber, as Chana and Kang had decided to return home the next day. “But how will I get better at Go-Go-Stop?” Adam complained, albeit playfully, as he gaped at his grandmother, who put a hand on her chest, touched. “You will practice with your Eomma,” she smiled. “And we will visit all the time.” Kang nodded in agreement, but the topic didn’t linger. Adam looked down at his food as he smiled sadly as he realized he was going to miss them, and marveled at how much had changed in such a short time. After a few minutes of his reflection, he wondered what their house looked like, and filed that away for a future idea. Which also gave him a moment to ponder if he could visit Jae-yung’s house - or, he supposed, Mung’s. After dinner, since it was the final send-off, Adam convinced them all to play a round of the board game. Chana, likely hoping not to be in last place, tried to convince Adam to play on his own, but no one else thought that was a good idea (thankfully). So, once more, it came down to Team Adoomi versus Kang. As they neared the end, Kang became a little more competitive, unwilling to hold back his shouts as much as before when Adam told the story component. After a fail on his part, Joomi assisted by covering his ears on his next try to prevent the shouts from interrupting him. “That’s cheating,” Kang remarked as she lifted her hands from Adam’s ears, gaping at her father. “It is not,” she defended, gesturing towards the box. “It doesn’t say a player can’t cover their own ears, if they wish.” “No, the point of making the noise is to force the player to withstand it,” he debated, riding the same line Joomi did in taking the topic seriously, without the emotional attachment that usually came along with such a debate. Adam grinned at the two, enjoying seeing some similarities between them. “I think the timer is the more important part,” Joomi contested as she drummed her fingers on top of Adam’s head. “And the game doesn’t account for Little ear drums.” “Please,” Kang dismissed with a wave of his hand. “The entire point is to offset your opponent. If I were yelling directly in his ear, I’d concede that.” Adam blew a laugh out of his nose. Honestly, he sided with his mother on this. Amazons had no idea how frightening their voices could be when they raised them loud enough. That wasn’t a matter of trust or fear; even Joomi raising her voice, despite knowing in his bones she would never hurt him, was a scary experience. Yet there was a comfort in hearing Kang dismiss her point so quickly and casually. As if the very idea that Adam would be scared of him raising his voice was now absurd, or didn’t cross his mind. It was nice. “Fine, I won’t do it again,” Joomi relented, bending over and kissing the top of Adam’s head. He leaned back to smile up at her and nodded in agreement, and the game resumed. Aaaaand Kang won. Again! “We’ll get him one of these days,” Joomi reassured Adam with a giggle and set him on the ground, giving him a loving pat on his diaper. He gave an awkward laugh and jumped slightly, increasing his pace to half-run over to the couch as the women cleaned up the table. He felt bad not helping, but it wasn’t as if they let him do anything actually helpful when he offered. The last time he did, he was given the lid to hold until they needed it, and his eyes nearly rolled out of his head in response. He climbed up onto the couch and settled in with his tablet and leaned against Boja’s stomach, who curled his tail around him. “You haven’t been working on your translations lately,” Boja noted just as Adam went to open the video app. The blonde pursed his lips, glaring at the tiger briefly, who all but confirmed his timing was on purpose when he chuckled. “I’ve been busy,” he defended as he drew a circle in the air with his finger, tempted to open the app to breeze through the final two lines, but he paused as he looked over at the table, specifically at Chana. It was the last night she’d be here, at least for a little while, and he smiled, setting the tablet down. “I’ll finish it tomorrow.” Boja nodded, his face shifting curiously as he watched Adam slide off the edge of the couch. “I’m going to pick out a few books,” he whispered to the tiger and winked, before waddling his way down the hall and into his room. A night of his grandmother reading him books sounded like a perfect send-off; just the right amount of warm fuzzies to hopefully carry them both through the following grandmother-and-sonless nights. He stepped through the open door, intent on turning towards the books to his right, but he froze, seeing the massive, suited form of his grandfather standing in front of his dresser, staring down. The blonde swallowed, quickly realizing he was staring at the framed photo of him, Mung, Bak, and Naji. His eyes darted to the left, towards the couches’ general direction, tempted to back out of the room and pretend he hadn’t seen this since he hadn’t appeared to be noticed (there were some benefits to being this small, after all). After a few seconds of indecision, and noting that Kang hadn’t moved, Adam swallowed and found his courage. “Halbo?” he asked quietly, and Kang took in a sharp breath, snapping his head up first, then to the side. He paused for a beat, then turned around, holding the frame in his hand. Their eyes met, but as always, the Amazon had an impassive expression. Adam felt his throat tighten for a moment as his eyes looked to the frame, then back up to meet the dark blackness of Kang’s eyes. “I…” He didn’t know what to say. Should he defend his choice? Compliment the photo? Apologize? He did feel guilty for having no photos of Chana there, but truth be told, he didn’t look at the top of the dresser often enough to think of it. Kang stared at him for a long moment, then looked down at the frame. “She would have adored you,” he stated quietly, but confidently. Adam’s mouth dropped open, stunned. Kang’s eyebrows flickered, pinching in a glare, but his eyes looked distant; he wasn’t glaring at the photo, but something else. Something not visible. His jaw tightened. “You need another photo for your dresser. One with you in it.” “I…” he breathed, his mouth hanging open in the pause. “I’d like that.” Kang’s eyes moved to him again, and they stared for a long moment. Adam felt a flurry of questions come to mind, things he wanted to say… but he was paralyzed by the feeling that Kang was doing the same. Running through a bevy of questions or thoughts… but in the end, he turned around to set the frame back down without another word. He stared at the photo for another beat, walked up to Adam, and patted his head as he walked out. The goodbyes with the grandparents were not nearly as difficult as the first time. Chana was sad, but not overwhelmingly so; in fact, she was looking forward to the next visit to test his proficiency in both Goryeoan and Go-Go-Stop. Kang was present for the goodbye rather than buried in his phone, and he ordered Joomi to keep him in the loop about any further outings. “Mung will take you anywhere you want to go,” he stated, his eyes moving between the two of them. “You’re his priority.” “Thank you, Father,” Joomi replied warmly as she bowed in appreciation. All in all, while it took them 20 minutes to say goodbye last time because of Chana, it took them 15 minutes this time because of both of them. Mother and son bowed, waved, and wished them off, and when the front door closed, the pair equally sighed. “I don’t know about you,” Joomi began as she bent over and set Adam down on his feet. “But I could use a relaxing day.” “As long as I can finish my translations, I’m good with that!” he chirped, and Joomi smiled widely as she inclined her head. He exaggerated a leg up in the air and marched past her towards the couch, where Boja was once again lying, guarding both Adam’s tablet and Little Boja. He briefly glanced at the wall, tempted to ask for it there, but the tiger had been a little needy since yesterday, so he decided to lean into that. He climbed up onto the couch and settled in. Joomi barely had time to find her book and settle down on the couch by the time he had finished the second-to-last line. “Attend every word,” Adam read out loud as the Albionic translation came up, and he arched an eyebrow. He took in a breath to start the next, but Joomi spoke up. “What do you make of it?” she asked curiously, leaning forward as her hand braced against the cushion. “Oh, I thought –“ he stopped, glancing over at her, then down to the translation. He had intended to translate both so he could mull them over and talk about them, but he shrugged as he leaned back, staring at the words for a long, silent consideration. He thought back to the format of the stanzas; the first and third had a lot of overlap, but with subtle differences. The first was a directive: a list of things to do for the Adopted. Provide him with intellectual resources, a healthy environment, and opportunities to feed his curiosity. The third was more flexible. From his understanding (and from what Boja had told him), it could also include directives like the first, but it was more centered on relationships, caring guides, and possibilities, as in how the Adopted might respond and grow within an ideal environment. Thus, it could have negatives, as well; don’t do this, warnings, so on and so forth. The first line of this stanza had been translated in haste and never truly discussed, but his gut reaction had been accepted. Guide him towards the answers or solutions, but never provide them outright. It was also how he discovered Boja was following the scroll’s guidance, too. “Well, it’s a positive command to listen to me,” he started after closing his eyes to think, then he grinned sheepishly as he rubbed his neck. “Presuming it’s not also meant for me.” Joomi’s smile widened, but she offered no commentary; he took that to mean it very well could be a command for him, and he paused in that consideration. “I don’t think it’s trying to say I’m always right,” he said quietly after he thought it a bit through, adding commentary in his mind, but then decided it was best to say them out loud, “Because I’m not. But -“ he paused again, looking up at the ceiling. “I usually am careful with what I say and when. So it’s saying… if I am talking, it’s for a good reason. Or, at least, I think it is.” Joomi stared at him with a wide smile, looking distinctly proud. “You’re getting better at this,” Boja observed. Adam smiled in appreciation, then his head jerked in surprise. “Wow, you complimented me without sarcasm!” the blonde bubbled as he placed a hand on the tiger. “Thanks!” “What if that was the sarcasm?” Boja retorted, and Adam let out a belly laugh. Joomi lifted a hand to cover her mouth as she chuckled, then set the book that she hadn’t even opened yet down. There was a restrained, subdued quality to her demeanor as she descended onto the floor, placing a hand on Boja’s paw. “I agree with you,” she whispered as she looked to Adam. “You do not speak idly, and I must always remember that.” She paused, her eyes falling down for a moment before locking back into his gaze. “Now, please do the final line.” He blinked and stared at her. She gave a nod after a few seconds, and he licked his lips nervously, feeling put off by the moment, but he pulled the tablet up all the same. While the time it took to translate it was no greater than the line before it, time seemed to crawl by because of the discomfort of her sitting there, staring. And when the translated words appeared on the screen, he finally understood. “Bends many, breaks once,” Joomi said before he could, when she saw the look of recognition on his face. He gave a weak nod as the tablet lowered, and he looked into her eyes. He could hear a memory of her gasping, see the look of horror in her eyes, and hear Boja read the four words out. He had blocked out their first reading of the scroll — that whole day, in fact; it was not a time he had cared to revisit or keep at the forefront of his mind. But hearing those words seemed to unlock them. Joomi’s eyes watered as she, too, relived that moment, and she scooted closer to him, her arms flanking his body as her hands rested on his padded hips. “You are the element of wood: growth and flexibility. You are adaptable and full of life, like spring,” she breathed, lifting one hand to brush his hair back away from his eyes. “But like wood, if you are pushed too far, you will snap and break. And lose that spark…” She gained a pained expression as she fought back a tide of emotion and bowed her head. He could hear her hold her breath, and he put one of his hands on hers. “Eomma…” “I thought… I thought we had broken you that day,” she whispered downward on the exhale, which was quickly followed by a sniff. She left the hand he was touching in place, while the other retracted to wipe at her eyes, and she shook her head slightly before lifting it, her gaze still averted towards the floor. “That I had pushed you too far, too quickly. I was so scared, Adam.” She paused to sniff again, and her lower lip quivered. Once more, she wiped the tears from her eyes and finally met his, which had begun to water, too. “When you came back to me… I made a promise that I would never push you again. And I know…” she paused, her jaw clenching as a rare sign of anger flashed over her face. And he could sense it was directed at her. “I know I… while I can keep myself to that promise, I have not been well suited to protecting you from others who would have you… change.” She wiped away the tears with her palm and placed her hand back on his hip, giving it a squeeze as she looked purposefully into his eyes. “But I have a plan,” she smiled at him. “It may be slow – I may be slow… but… I promise you that every day, you are my top priority. And I won’t let anyone push you to your breaking point.” “I know,” he whispered in response, wincing slightly as the tears fell down his cheeks, fearful of how dismissive that sounded, but he had just wanted to convey he felt that promise from her long before this moment. Thankfully, she smiled. Neither of them could talk after that, despite seemingly wanting to; tears fell down both of their cheeks, and after a few silent beats, Joomi leaned in, and they hugged and cried. It wasn’t sobbing; in fact, neither of them made too many noises. They breathed deeply or shallowly, flipping between them, sniffing, and sighing as they let the emotions spike and fade in each other’s embrace. Without a word or request, they then brought Boja into the hug and remained there for another long moment, sniffling and patting down their eyes until both felt drained. The rest of the day was pure relaxation. They left the topic alone, they talked about nothing important or emotional, and they watched a whole lot of Star Trekking.