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This is true. For two years I used 4mm id 6mm od silicone tubing. After stepping down to 3mm id 5mm od I find myself just as incontinent and often more comfortable because there is less pulling or drag from the tubing on the urethra. each of my current stent lasts 1-3 months before needing to be replaced and they cost less than $7 to make. I have thought of what would having a rib cage like these medical stents do to the flow, but a) I would need to find one that is 3mm and b) be ok with spending $200-300 for something that might not be better than what I am already using. -
By Kaylaindiapers · Posted
“I guess not!” She said after joy began changing her. Kayla couldn’t help but feel like a baby as the tapes are ripped open and the mobile above her head going round and round. Kayla gave a long pause as her legs were lifted. “I- I d-don’t know.” She said stuttering nervously. -
By Kaylaindiapers · Posted
Kyla was so mad and embarrassed how did her little sister take over her life.. She stood there at the sink feeling like a toddler.. As she spits she lunges forward from the smack to her diaper. “Wot woo!” She said confused and hating herself for the stupid baby talk. Kayla felt so embarrassed standing there in a diaper reduced to a baby by her younger sister in her home!! -
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By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 34 : A soft rustling came from the nursery, followed by a faint whimper. Marcus looked up from the couch, his attention snapping toward the sound. “I’ll check on him,” he said quietly, already standing. Jill gave a small nod, watching him go. Marcus stepped into the nursery slowly, careful not to startle him. “Hey, buddy…” he said, keeping his voice low and calm. Jack was sitting up in the playpen, Flopsy clutched tightly in his arms. His eyes were a little wide, still heavy with sleep—but when he saw Marcus, he hesitated. “…Hi,” Marcus said gently. Jack didn’t respond right away. He shifted back just a little, his grip on Flopsy tightening. Marcus noticed. Okay… still shaken, he thought. He crouched down, keeping a bit of distance. “It’s alright,” he said softly. “I’m not mad. Earlier… that wasn’t about you.” Jack looked at him uncertainly, searching his face. “…Okay,” he said quietly, though he didn’t move closer. Marcus gave a small nod. “Can I check your diaper?” Jack hesitated, then nodded. Marcus moved carefully, lifting him out and setting him on the changing table. He kept his tone steady, slower than usual—making sure every movement felt predictable. “Just making sure you’re clean and comfortable,” he said. Jack stayed quiet, watching him. The diaper was soaked. “Yeah… definitely needed a change,” Marcus muttered, reaching for a fresh one. As he worked, he kept talking—not too much, just enough to keep things calm. “You had a big day today,” he said. “Class, talking, all that stuff…” Jack blinked, listening. “…You did good,” Marcus added. Jack looked away slightly, but there was a small shift in his posture—less tense. Once finished, Marcus helped him sit up again. There was a pause, then Marcus spoke again, a little more casually this time. “Hey… you wanna see something?” Jack glanced back at him. “…What?” “My room,” Marcus said. “I’ve got some computer games. Thought you might like them.” Jack’s eyes flickered with interest despite himself. “…Games?” Marcus nodded. “Yeah. Cool ones.” There was a brief hesitation—then Jack gave a small nod. “Okay,” Marcus said, offering a hand. “Come on.” Jack took it this time, a little more willingly. They walked into Marcus’s room, the atmosphere shifting again—less tense, more curious. Marcus gestured toward his setup. “So… this is my computer.” The desk held a monitor, keyboard, mouse, and a headset off to the side. The screen glowed softly, already on. Jack stepped closer, eyes widening slightly. “It lights up…” he said. Marcus smiled faintly. “Yeah, it does.” He pulled out the chair. “Go ahead—sit.” Jack climbed into it, settling back. The chair was big compared to him, but soft—padded, supportive. He shifted a little, testing it. “…Comfy,” he said. Marcus chuckled. “Told you.” Jack leaned back, the feeling oddly familiar. Like the stroller… or the chair, he thought. Safe. Marcus moved the mouse, bringing up a game menu. “These are the ones I’ve got,” he explained. “Some are simple, some are a little more complicated.” Jack watched closely, curiosity replacing most of the earlier hesitation. “What’s that one?” he asked, pointing. “This one?” Marcus said, clicking it. “It’s just a basic game—nothing too crazy.” He kept things simple, showing Jack how things worked without overwhelming him. Jack leaned forward slightly, more engaged now. “…I like this,” he said quietly. Marcus glanced at him, a small smile forming. “Yeah?” Jack nodded. From the doorway, Jill stood watching. The tension from earlier had softened into something else—something quieter, more hopeful. Seeing them like this, side by side, talking calmly… She pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture. Neither of them noticed. Jack, sitting comfortably in the chair, Flopsy tucked against him, eyes focused on the screen. Marcus beside him, relaxed, patient. A moment worth keeping. Jill lowered her phone, her expression thoughtful. Then she stepped back into the living room and pulled up her messages. She typed quickly: Hi, Mrs. Turner. I was hoping to speak with you privately about a few things regarding Jack—some things that came up today. When would be a good time? She hit send and waited. It didn’t take long for a reply. Of course. Thank you for reaching out. You can come by my office tomorrow afternoon. We’ll talk then. Jill exhaled softly. “Okay,” she murmured to herself. She glanced back toward the bedroom, where she could still hear the faint sounds of Marcus explaining something and Jack asking quiet questions. Tomorrow would bring more conversations. But for now, at least, things were steady again.
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