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"Squishy Saturday" morning as I sit here with a wet and messy Crinklz Aquanaut diaper; very comforting to be in a wet, warm, squishy, poopie diaper sipping hot coffee while it is 25 degrees F. outside. I understand that going potty in a diaper is not embraced by everyone, but for me messing my diaper is an innocent pleasure of life with a cascading cacophony of a physical and emotional catharsis. Waking up in the morning with my warm, wet diaper is comforting, then waiting in anxious anticipation for my first peristaltic contraction, relaxing, sometimes with a little push, the stimulation of the vagus nerve and anal mucosa as my potty leaves my colon and begins to fill my diaper, feeling the warm load spread in my diaper with a bulge to match the wet bulge in the front of my diaper, feeling the poopie settle in my diaper so soft and warm against my perineum, walking to my laptop as I feel warm messies jiggle in my diaper, sitting down for the ultimate warm squishiness is . I don't change right away unless I have a diaper blow-out and/or poopie squishing to the front of my diaper; I don't want to risk a uti from E. coli. This morning my loaded diaper is perfect that will allow me to enjoy the warm sensations for awhile. When it comes time to change, I really don't mind, cleaning up is simply a perfunctory responsibility that only takes me a few minutes to get nice and clean and fresh. As the Charmin commercial says: "Everyone goes, why not enjoy the go." I just wet a little more making me shiver with a new warmth in my diaper...ahhh! My Crinklz Aquanaut diaper is doing its job, no leaks. -
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By DiaperPunishmentStories · Posted
Chapter 7 – Christmas Eve Christmas Eve was here. My house was a mess, I was a mess. The last two weeks I had fought my demons, and I had lost. Maybe it was because it was just before Christmas. I didn’t like the cheeriness, the lights, the happiness. I couldn’t stand that everybody around seemed to like Christmas, but I would be alone. This would be the first time I would be alone for Christmas. I had a lot of good memories to help me through it, but I knew it would end in tears. Luckily I had wine and Vodka to help me through these two days. I was tempted to already open the first bottle. I even contemplated if I would start with the Vodka and skip the wine altogether. The doorbell rang. I looked up in surprise. I didn’t expect anything, and I didn’t expect a delivery either. I quickly looked down at myself. I wore an oversized jogging trousers with some red spots from the pasta sauce from yesterday, and a shirt that had seen better days. And besides that, my hair would probably be a mess too. I still walked to the door. I opened it careful and hid myself for most part behind the door. I didn’t want to be seen like this. I saw a woman and I didn’t recognize her right away. She wore a long red dress. Her shoulders were bare and she was shivering. Her blond hair was pulled behind her head in a tail. She was tall, and her bare feet in high heels made her tower over me. Suddenly I remember who she was. I had seen her in the club not so long ago. I had seen her flirting with Tom. It was the day that Tom tried to speak with me. Had he tried to apologize? Or did he wanted to explain what he did? I didn’t know anymore, but I know that was the day I hit him and had walked away. It was the day I decided I would solve my own problems. That day I had been hopeful, but that hope had gone for most part. I wanted to close the door, but she was faster. She pushed the door open. I had to step backwards or else the door would have slammed into me. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. She turned towards me again and I saw her eyes on me. I was overwhelmed for a moment and didn’t know what to do. She had forced her way into my home, against my will, and she didn’t seem in a hurry to leave again. “What… What do you want?” I asked meekly. The difference in attire made me feel uncomfortable. She was dressed up in nice clothes, clothes that fit her perfectly, and she looked beautiful. She was clearly heading to a nice party. And I just stood there in my old clothes, some needed to be washed and others needed to be thrown out. “So, you are Jessica. I heard so much about you.” She said. She walked past me, into the living room and she looked around. I saw disgust on her face, while she slowly walked around. She got to the bottles of wine and Vodka, picked up the Vodka and looked at the label. She sat the bottle down again. “You are ready for Christmas Eve, I see.” She laughed at me. Her eyes wandered to the room again before they settled on me. “That’s none of your business.” “No, it isn’t. It really isn’t. I couldn’t care less.” She said and laughed again. “But Tom does. He is worried about you. I’m not sure what kind of spell you put on him, but he is miserable ever since he met you.” I hadn’t moved since I had stepped away from the door, and from that place I watched a woman that seemed extremely out of place in my house. Her whole appearance was totally different that anything in my living room at the moment. She was the complete opposite of it, as if she was superimposed in it. As if she wasn’t really here. “So Tom sent you. You can tell him that…” “Tom didn’t do anything, and I’m telling nothing.” She said angrily. “You two need to work things out. I don’t care how, but it has to happen soon. It’s ruining his Christmas, and therefore everybody else’s too. We are having some sort of a party at his place, with friends, and I already know Tom won’t be dancing on the table tonight. He will be miserable and brooding all night.” She looked at me, angry. “And that’s your fault.” She seemed really angry. She said it was my fault, but what did I do to Tom? I didn’t ask him to help me. I asked him to stop, and leave me alone. How could this be my fault? “I didn’t ask for his help. I’m doing fine, thank you!” I reposted cynically. She laughed out loud. “And how is that working out?” She picked up the bottle of Vodka again and swung it around. “Ready for a nice and quiet evening?” She grabbed a paper handkerchief from her purse and walked towards me. I wanted to step away, but had nowhere to go to. Her free hand went over my shoulder and held the back of my head, while I saw the handkerchief moving to my face. She wiped my mouth like I was a child. She wiped it again, now from the other side of my mouth. I had been so shocked that I hadn’t tried to move my head away. She let my head go, but she grabbed my shirt and pointed out the stains. “If this is fine, I don’t want to know your ‘bad’.” She snorted. “I don’t think you are doing fine at all. I think Tom is right, and you should find some help.” She looked me in the eyes. With her high heels she was almost as tall as Tom, and she was towering over me. “You are a mess, Jessica. I see now that Tom is right. You need help. I was hoping he was exaggerating a bit, but now I see he is not. And I’m afraid you might have ruined my Christmas now too. I will be worried too.” I escaped. I stepped aside and quickly ran to the other side of the living room. She had invaded my home and I was afraid of her. I wasn’t exactly sure what she came here to do, but it wasn’t feeling OK. I wanted her to leave. It didn’t matter that I wouldn’t have a good time tonight, she couldn’t fix that anyway. “I want you to go away.” I said softly. I looked at her and she looked back at me. I immediately looked away. It hadn’t really bothered me that my living room was a mess. It had been fine for me, but now this woman had disturbed my peace. She was clean, beautiful and graceful, and the contrast with everything here was enormous. Only now I realized that it indeed was a mess in here. And that I was a mess too. Only now it started to bother me. “You want what? You want to be alone in this garbage dump, drink a few bottles of alcohol, and then? Then all your sorrows will go away? Magically?” I heard her cynical laugh again. She shook her head in despair. She looked around again before she fixated her eyes on me again. “Yes, you are an adult. You may not look like one at the moment, and you definitely don’t act like one, but yes, you can do what you want.” She said. “But maybe this is not about what you want anymore, but about what you need. I’m not sure if you are the best judge to tell you what you need. I don’t think you should be alone, and I don’t want to leave you here.” She said. “What… What do you mean?” She sighed loudly, almost theatrically. “I will so regret this, but you will come with me. We’ll go to Tom, he’ll find you some clean clothes… and a bath first… and then you’ll spend the evening with us. We will have more than enough food.” She said and then she pointed at the bottles of alcohol. “And better drinks.” “What? No! I’m not…” I protested. “O yes, you are.” I heard. The woman stepped towards me and wanted to grab me by the arm, but I moved away quickly. “No!” I yelled. “And I… I need to… first…” I realized that in my mind the decision had already been made, and that there was no discussion anymore about where I would spend Christmas Eve. I noticed that the woman was looking at me and she seemed to realize the same thing. She started smiling. “You don’t need anything. It’s already bad enough I have to take you in my car, so please leave all your trash here.” And then she winked at me. “And I heard Tom has enough clean underwear for you for at least a week.” She laughed and I felt my face starting to get red. How did she know about the pull-ups and the diapers? What else had Tom said about me? Was everything already out in the open? “Come!” She said, now with a stern voice. She extended her hand to me and she wanted me to start moving. “My car is in front, so let’s go!” I shook my head. I was nervous and afraid. Fifteen minutes ago I was preparing for an evening alone on the couch, in front of the television, with a bottle of wine close by. Now suddenly everything seemed to change. It felt that I had lost control of the situation, but I still had a choice. But I didn’t feel like I had a choice. It felt like I had to go with her, and that the decision was already made. It felt like I wasn’t in control, and for a moment the thought that this was maybe for the best surfaced, before I buried it again. I didn’t want to go, but I slipped my feet into some old sneakers, I turned down the lights and we left the house. -
By Personalias · Posted
Just leaving this here. Some people on dailydi have told me that they WOULD subscribe to subscribestar, but they have negative feelings about letting subscribestar take their personal info. I think I might have a workaround for those interested who also have discord. If you're reading this and want to support me and get access to my discord channel where you can see all of Unfair as it's written, plus have access to an organized library with pretty much everything I've ever written, AND be the first to see any one shots, short stories, and commissions I'm writing- many of them having nothing to do with the Diaper Dimension at all- AND get access to the latest demos of "The Hive" ABDL Video game that me and Piece of soap are working together on: Send me a message in DMs. I think I figured out a compromise. -
By LittleFenny · Posted
It seems to me that intentionally ruining someones holiday because you are mad at them or you're greedy is a sign of maturosis. It would be a shame if that accusation landed on whoever is responsible... First name, Wyatt? Just a long flight or is she being hit with something slower and subtler? What? I was not expecting that twist. I wonder if she was actually involved or not? If she was then it would appear whoever she worked with considered her a loose end. They tell her they're going to get her out by doing a reversible regression. Have her passed onto whoever was originally going to have her for that final official regression, grab her after a few weeks once she isn't being watched since the authorities will think she's regressed in a way that will wipe her memories and personality, then use another batch of nanites to speed up a regrowth to young adulthood with just enough change in appearance to prevent being recognized by face recognition. Then oops, they used the same type of nanites that would have been used for a judicial regression with personality and memory loss. Probably she made the mistake of arranging to pay them their complete fee before she was free. Or just enough they decided there wasn't any point in taking more risks when they can pocket what they have and silence her for good. And if they get caught, it wasn't a murder, murder. She's still alive. It was just death of personality. Not that I expect that is seen as anything other than just slightly less of a crime than physically killing. I'm not sure if I believe it, but I ran across a rumor that they might release the original theatrical release of Star Wars next year. Down to 19 chapters behind. And I'm about to read another one so it will soon be only 18 behind. You surprised again. The trope is starting with how to fall. Sneaky author. Oops, did I accidentally pour nanites onto Reila's mom? I mean Reila's new little sister? Nanites are so useful. I mean, be careful with nanites, they're dangerous, and I have no idea why we're talking about them when none of use have ever used them. Ever.
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