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By DiaperboyEddie12 · Posted
@Slomo recently retired? your age on here says 49 though that does not mean anything. But I would like to retire at 54 maybe 55. THat would be cool -
By DiaperboyEddie12 · Posted
Easier said then done. Even though I went to school for computer networking. I can not remember how to put it all together. So I will just have a local shop put it together for me. -
By DiaperboyEddie12 · Posted
@Crinklz Kat I think it is now a better time for me to win! -
By Mommy Anna · Posted
CHAPTER THIRTEEN Matt stood alone in the family bathroom, the thick silence pressing in on him. Every tiny shift of his weight caused the diaper to crinkle loudly. He turned toward the mirror and froze. The reflection staring back at him was devastating. The thin blue shorts did almost nothing to conceal the bulky diaper underneath. The padded crotch pushed his legs apart slightly, and the decorated waistband of the diaper was clearly visible above the waistband of the shorts. The bright striped shirt only made him look younger. He looked exactly like a toddler who had just had an accident and needed changing. Shame burned through him, hot and sickening. "I’m a grown man. This can’t be happening." Yet beneath the humiliation, the diaper’s soft, padded embrace felt strangely comforting—secure, warm, and forgiving. It held everything. Just like it had when he was younger. "Mommy," he whispered, voice cracking. He immediately corrected himself, horrified. "No. She’s not— I’m not—" A store announcement suddenly crackled over the speakers: “Clean up in aisle nine. Clean up in aisle nine.” Matt’s stomach dropped. Aisle nine. They were mopping up his puddle right now. He imagined all the shoppers who had seen him standing there, jeans darkening, puddle spreading at his feet. The looks. The whispers. How would they look at him when he finally left this bathroom? His lower lip trembled. Anxiety twisted tighter in his chest. "Where is she? Why is she taking so long?" Tears welled up faster. He was on the verge of full-blown wailing when the door finally clicked open. Rachel stepped inside carrying a pair of brightly colored blue-and-yellow flip-flops with little cartoon fish on them. The moment she saw his tear-streaked face, she set everything down and pulled him into her arms. “Oh, my poor baby,” she murmured, cradling the back of his head against her chest and rocking him gently. “Shhh, shhh. Mommy’s here. I’m right here. Everything’s okay.” She wiped his eyes with a soft tissue, then knelt and slipped the flip-flops onto his bare feet. Only then did Matt fully register what the large bag she had been carrying all day truly was. It wasn’t just a purse. It was a diaper bag, stuffed with everything she needed to take care of him. Rachel gathered their things, slung the diaper bag over her shoulder, and took his hand. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s go finish up.” She led him out of the bathroom. Their shopping cart was waiting right outside. “Hand on the cart, just like before,” she reminded him gently. Matt obeyed, but his eyes darted around nervously. For a moment it seemed like no one was paying attention. Then, as they moved down the aisle, the crinkle of his diaper became impossible to ignore with every step. A few shoppers glanced over. Their eyes lingered on his childish outfit, then dropped to the obvious padded bulk between his legs and the diaper peeking above his shorts. A couple of small children pointed openly. “Look, Mommy! That big boy is wearing a diaper!” Matt’s face burned crimson. His breathing grew shaky. Rachel noticed immediately and knew he was reaching his limit. She didn't want a full meltdown in the middle of the store. Not yet. She turned the cart toward the checkout lanes, cutting the rest of the shopping short. At the register, the middle-aged cashier gave Matt a quick once-over, her gaze settling on the exposed waistband of his diaper. A knowing smile crossed her face. “Well, aren’t you being such a good boy helping Mommy shop today?” she said cheerfully. Then, turning to Rachel, “Some little boys are just harder to train than others, aren’t they?” Rachel patted Matt’s padded bottom affectionately. “He’s trying,” she agreed warmly. “We’ve had a couple of accidents last night and today, but we’re making progress.” Matt wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. The humiliation was crushing. Yet at the same time, he pressed closer to Rachel’s side, clinging to her arm, desperate for the safety she represented. She paid for their items, then took his hand again as they left the store. “You did such a good job staying with me,” she murmured, squeezing his fingers. “Mommy’s so proud of her brave little boy. Let’s get you home.” Matt walked beside her in his crinkling diaper and childish clothes, cheeks still wet with tears, torn between utter humiliation and the overwhelming need to stay close to the only person who made him feel safe. CHAPTER FOURTEEN The drive home was quiet. Matt sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window in a daze. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—deep shame over what had happened in the grocery store, the crinkle of the thick diaper with every bump in the road, and the strange, unwanted comfort it provided. He kept stealing glances at Rachel, who drove with a serene look. Rachel, for her part, was quietly thrilled. Everything was progressing even better than she had planned. The triggers were holding strong, and Matt was slipping deeper into his new role with each passing hour. She couldn’t wait for the next steps. When they arrived home, Rachel led him straight to the bedroom. “Time for a nap, sweetie,” she said gently. “I’m not tired,” Matt protested, sounding exactly like a cranky child. “I don’t need a nap.” But Rachel was firm. She tucked him into bed, pulling the covers up to his chest and stroking his hair. “You’ve had a very big day with lots of big feelings. You need your rest. Close your eyes now.” Exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster, Matt eventually drifted off. A couple of hours later, Rachel woke him softly. She pulled back the covers and felt the front of his diaper with practiced ease. She stuck two fingers into the leg of his shorts and under the side of his diaper. Matt didn't know what to think as Rachel checked his diaper like any mother would check her baby's diaper. He knew he should object, but he bring himself to say anything. “You’re a little wet, but it’s not time for a change yet,” she told him cheerfully. Matt’s face flushed bright red. He was stunned and deeply embarrassed that he had wet himself again without even realizing it. They had a surprisingly normal dinner together at the table. Rachel chatted about ordinary things, keeping her tone light. Afterward, she suggested watching a movie. She coaxed Matt onto the couch, guiding his head into her lap. He hesitated but eventually relaxed against her, her fingers gently playing with his hair. Halfway through the movie, Matt felt the familiar urge to use the bathroom. He shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to do or say. Before he could decide, his bladder simply relaxed. A warm flood filled the front of his diaper. The soft hiss was audible in the quiet room. Rachel heard it and smiled to herself, continuing to stroke his hair as if nothing had happened. Matt tried to act like everything was normal, staying perfectly still. When the movie ended and they stood up, a small wet spot was visible on the couch cushion where he had been lying. Matt’s eyes widened in fresh embarrassment. “Oh no” he whispered, voice cracking. Rachel pulled him close immediately. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby." "That’s my fault. I should have taken proper precautions." "I’ll fix it, don’t you worry.” She led him upstairs to get ready for bed. In the bedroom, she undressed him completely. His shorts were wet along the sides where the diaper had leaked slightly. Rachel grabbed the diaper bag. She laid out the changing mat and diaper changing supplies on the bed. She motioned for him to lie down. “I don’t want another diaper,” Matt whined, squirming. “Sweetheart, after today it’s very necessary,” she said calmly. "It's Mommy's decision, and my decision is final." “This is what’s best for you.” She changed him efficiently, wiping him clean and applying a generous amount of baby powder before taping him into a fresh, thick diaper. Once he was rediapered, she helped him stand. “Stay right there,” she instructed. Rachel reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a pair of large, milky-white plastic pants decorated with a sweet nursery print. “These will help prevent any more leaks like earlier.” Matt’s eyes filled with tears. “No. Pwease, not those.” But Rachel coaxed him gently. “Step in, one foot at a time. There’s my good boy.” She worked the plastic pants up over the bulky diaper, carefully tucking everything in snugly. Then she slipped a soft shirt over his head. He looked longingly toward his regular pajama pants on the floor next to the bed, but Rachel shook her head. “This will be just fine,” she said, patting his padded, plastic-covered bottom. “And this way it’s easier for me to check your diaper during the night.” After he brushed his teeth, she tucked him into bed. Rachel left briefly to get ready for bed herself. When she returned wearing her silky negligee, she climbed in beside him and pulled Matt close, guiding his face to rest against the soft warmth of her chest. He whimpered softly. “Shhh… sleep now, baby,” she whispered, rubbing slow circles on his back. “Mommy’s got you.” Gradually, soothed by her warmth, her scent, and the gentle rhythm of her hand, Matt’s whimpers faded. He nuzzled into her chest. His breathing grew deep and even as he drifted off to sleep in her arms. When Rachel was sure he was asleep, she slowly moved away. She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her earbuds. Placing them in her ears, she used her phone to turn on the nighttime recordings to play through the hidden speakers by their bed. She had selected the recording she had prepared as the next step. She eased back over to Matt, wrapping her arms around him again. Rachel held him close and she knew she was on her way to having the baby she had always wanted. -
Val groaned hating how her step mom is treating her like some helpless child when she is 16 yet her step mom won't stop it as its bad enough she makes val wear a diaper to bed all cause she can't help why she has bed wetting issues and refuses to talk about it. Her own dad doesn't even seem to care and is usually working all the time practically leaving val to be home with her step mom most of the time. "Ughh beth leave me alone i'll get up when i feel like it" i say this as i still don't call beth mom even though she has been wanting me to call her that ever since her and my dad got married.
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