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By Lost Little Neppy · Posted
No humble bragging! -
(Straight up went missing for like 2102910 gazillion years) "Just be "wucky"? awwww you can't even speak proper now can you sweetheart?" Asana would tease without holding back. -
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By henrilakes11 · Posted
Any feedback would be welcomed! I've been busy writing Part 2, and would love any suggestions or ideas you all have! Chapter 18: Mia and Rachel Mia and Rachel were randomly assigned as roommates. Mia spent her first night in the dorm alone, buzzing with nervous excitement about meeting the stranger who would share her space. The next morning, she woke up, changed her diaper, and waited. At around eleven, Rachel burst through the door with a cardboard box in her arms. The moment Mia saw her, a warm spark flickered in her stomach. Rachel was gorgeous. Rachel was feeling nervous. New college, new town, new room. She stepped inside feeling anxious, but the sight of Mia instantly put her at ease. The quirky, cute girl on the other side of the room felt… safe. Within minutes, the two were talking like old friends. Mia helped Rachel unpack, and they spent the rest of the day swapping stories about their families, hobbies, favorite shows, and fall classes. By two o’clock, they were thick as thieves. “I’m starving,” Rachel announced. “Moving took everything out of me. Want to hit the dining hall?” “Sounds perfect,” Mia said. “I just need a minute to take care of something. Meet you outside?” “Sure,” Rachel replied, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. She grabbed her purse and stepped into the hallway. Something had shifted in Mia’s tone, but she couldn’t quite place it. Maybe she needed to change clothes and felt awkward? Maybe she needed a minute away from Rachel? That was the best thing Rachel could think of. Several minutes later, Mia emerged wearing the same clothes. Weird, Rachel thought, but she let it go. They headed to the dining hall, chatting easily the whole way. Over pizza and salad, Rachel kept thinking about that brief moment alone in the room. She wanted their friendship to start honestly, without awkward secrets. On the walk back to the dorm, she found her opening. “So, Mia… can I ask you something before we get inside?” Mia glanced over, already anticipating the question. “Of course. What’s up?” “Earlier, when you asked for a minute alone… I just wanted to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong. If you need private time, that’s totally fine. I don’t want us to start off on the wrong foot.” Mia smiled gently. “Deep breath, Rachel. I wear diapers. I had to change.” Rachel stopped walking. “Wait… what?” “I wear diapers,” Mia said simply. “My dad has always worn them, and my mom changes him. I started wearing them this summer just to try it… and it stuck. I was nervous about how to tell you, so I’m sorry if I made things weird.” Rachel stood there, stunned. Not by disgust, but by how calmly and openly Mia had said it. “Thank you for telling me,” she said softly, reaching out to take Mia’s hand. “Really.” The moment their fingers laced together, butterflies exploded in Mia’s stomach. A small rush of warmth spread into her diaper. “I hope this doesn’t change anything,” Mia said. “I’ve really loved getting to know you today. I’m still just… me. I just need to change my diaper a few times a day.” When they got back to the room, Rachel asked thoughtful, practical questions. Mia answered honestly and without shame. By the end of the conversation, Rachel’s confusion had melted into genuine curiosity. From then on, Mia stopped hiding. She pulled her diaper pail out of the closet, left her supply cabinet unlocked, and changed openly, on her bed when Rachel was there, or down the hall in the bathroom stalls when she wasn’t. The semester unfolded in the usual whirlwind of classes, new friends, and late-night talks. Through all of it, Mia and Rachel grew closer, until their friendship quietly blossomed into something deeper. Mia had always been open about being pansexual. Alex and Alice knew and were always supportive. Rachel, raised in a strict household where same-sex attraction was never spoken of kindly, found safety and permission in Mia’s presence. By October they were officially girlfriends. By November, deeply in love. When Thanksgiving break approached, Mia asked Rachel to come home with her to meet her parents. On the long drive, Rachel’s nerves fluttered. Mia kept the conversation light at first, then grew more serious. “So… you already know my dad wears diapers like I do,” Mia said, eyes on the road. “But there’s something else. He breastfeeds from my mom. He doesn’t eat solid food, he only nurses or takes bottles. It’s completely normal to me, but I wanted to warn you before you saw it.” Rachel was quiet for a moment. Then, unexpectedly, a warm flutter stirred in her chest. “Okay,” she said. “Thanks for telling me.” Mia exhaled in relief, her own diaper growing noticeably wet. She didn’t realize how much tension she was holding. A little later, she pulled into a gas station to change. While she was inside, Rachel sat in the passenger seat, mind spinning with new thoughts - thoughts of nursing, of closeness, of wanting. When they arrived, Alex and Alice greeted them with joyful hugs. Rachel noticed the subtle outline of diapers on both Mia and her father as they embraced. It should have felt strange. Instead, it felt normal. Inside, conversation flowed easily until Alex gave Alice a familiar look. “Mia, Rachel… is it okay if I nurse?” he asked politely. “Of course,” Rachel said, surprising even herself with how steady her voice sounded. “Mia told me. It’s totally fine.” Alice smiled warmly as she unbuttoned her shirt. Soon the soft sounds of suckling filled the room while the rest of the conversation continued as naturally as before. Rachel watched quietly, that same warm wanting blooming again inside her. Later that night, in Mia’s childhood bedroom, Rachel curled against her girlfriend. “Hey, Mia?” she whispered. “Have you ever thought about the breastfeeding part of your parents’ relationship?” Mia turned to face her. “Honestly? No. Diapers felt right for me, but that never did. Why?” Rachel hesitated, then spoke softly. “Seeing your dad today… hearing about it… it made me want to try it. With you.” Mia searched her eyes, then pulled her closer. “I’m willing to try if you are. I know my mom induced for my dad. I could do the same for you.” Rachel’s eyes shimmered. “Thank you.” She swallowed. “And… I’d really like to start changing you. Like your mom does for your dad.” Mia grinned, playful again. “Oh? You want this sexy diapered butt all to yourself?” “Absolutely,” Rachel laughed, already reaching for her bottom. Their laughter turned to kisses, then to something deeper. Rachel’s hand found the warm, damp front of Mia’s diaper and rubbed gently. Mia lowered the strap of her tank top. “Here,” she whispered. “Try.” Rachel latched on, sucking with slow, rhythmic pulls. No milk came, but the comfort that washed over her was immediate and profound. Mia stroked her back, eyes half-closed in quiet bliss. “This feels good,” Mia murmured. “It feels right,” Rachel whispered around her nipple. “Welcome to the ‘feels right’ club,” Mia teased softly. “Now you get why I love diapers so much.” They fell asleep like that, Rachel’s mouth gently around Mia’s breast, her hand resting protectively over Mia’s padded hip. The next morning, Rachel woke first. She looked at her sleeping girlfriend, soaked diaper sagging between her legs, and felt a surge of tenderness. She gathered supplies and began changing her. Mia stirred, blinking sleepily. “I must’ve been soaked.” “You were,” Rachel said with a soft smile, wiping her clean. “When I’m done, I’m going to help your mom with breakfast.” Mia closed her eyes again, sighing happily. “You’re the best, you know that?” The rest of the weekend flowed beautifully. Thanksgiving dinner was warm and full of laughter. Rachel felt strangely liberated, free to be herself in a house that celebrated honesty and love in all its forms. Mia, watching her girlfriend fit so naturally with her family, felt her heart swell with quiet joy. For the first time, both of them felt completely, wonderfully seen. -
By Shannara6767 · Posted
Be careful if you do get them to make you one as what they make is very flexible silicone. I made and tried the one you use and is way more rigged that what they make with pourable silicone. They won't be able to make the walls as thin as well. Let me know what they say, I might get them to make my design idea. Thanks -
By Little Sherri · Posted
I don't use my diapers for #2 very much, but my favourite outfit is generally just a diaper and a t-shirt - that's how I sleep, pretty much year round. And if I'm doing a dirty job around the house, like cleaning the bathrooms, I'll wear just a diaper - a disposable outfit is perfect. My wife will roll her eyes, but that doesn't stop me. In the summer, on dark nights, I will also sometimes sit in my backyard in just a diaper and a shirt, when I can. My goal is to eventually have a house where the yard is private enough to let me be outside during the day in just a diaper. Where I live now, we have a large yard, but there are no fences, so during the day, there would be a danger of giving a neighbour PTSD, if I were to sunbathe in a Rearz Lil' Monster, or whatever.
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