Baby Talk

Poor Maddy.  Considering how badly she wanted to wear diapers, she now doesn't want to have anything to do with them.  But considering her circumstances, she could very well be stuck with them. After Maddy's recovery (as painful as it will be), her next big challenge is accepting her new future.  And if that's one in diapers, that is going to be a very hard one for her.

Chapter 36: 5,000,000 subs on YouTube? 1.38 Million subs on Twitch? Salutations, my super silly saggy soggy saturated simpletons!  My dainty darling doo doo diapered dearies!  My peewee pants pissing pampered pretties!  My…is that enough? Alliterative introduction aside, Mommy Jill is back to unravel another exciting event in my memoirs detailing both mine and my sister Jen’s story of our rise as famous ABDL influencers and soon to be business tycoons. Yes.  Let that sink in.  At the time of me writing this, both Jen and I are getting ready to launch our J&J store, which is planned to be in 2,000 locations all over the country.  You’ll be able to find it as an anchor store in various malls and as stand-alone stores in other locations.  If this launch is successful (and we know it will be), the J&J brand will be everywhere.  In all your favorite big box stores where ABDL clothing will be sold alongside adult clothing.  Excited?  Both Jen and I definitely are.  It is all thanks to you why ABDL is growing so fast in popularity and is gaining more and more acceptance every day.  Including support from most of our governing bodies.  But more on that in the later chapters. For now, we are going to make a return to the platform that jump started my fame: Twitch.  It is thanks to Twitch that I can just sit on my butt and play video games every day while all of you continue to support me and Jen.  Your support is amazing and we both appreciate everything you provide for us. That night that we came back turned into a rough day. Both Jen and I were still at daddy’s house when this rough day began.  First of all, my sister didn’t sleep well again because of the “stupid Seroquel”.  This made me all the more upset about Dr. Speigel and her decision to medicate my sister with a bunch of chemicals that were supposed to help her.  Not to get on my soapbox, I will simply say that my sister struggling with insomnia is simply not helping her. My sister finally got to sleep in the morning when I got a phone call from my mother. Considering that it was about 6 in the morning, I took the call, knowing that it probably wasn’t going to be good. Sure enough, it happened.  On March 3rd, 2025, my father sadly passed away. To spare you all the sad details of the conversation that I had with my mother, I am just going to provide you with a summary here. My mother said this about my dad before he died.  According to my mom, Raymond felt a sense of peace come over him right before he died.  My mom said that my dad saw Jesus and could see a bright light.  In tears, my dad told her to make sure that every one of us finds Jesus before we die. So yeah.  It was a very sad conversation with my mother.  She said that dad died of metastatic lung cancer.  And when I asked her what dad’s very last words were, this was what she said: “Jill, these were the very last words that Raymond said before he died: ‘I love you, Jane, and I especially love my twin daughters Jillian and Jennifer.  I want to see you all in heaven with me, so don’t wait until it’s too late.  For me, I made it.  And…it’s getting bright!  Do you see it, Jane?  I see it!  He’s so beautiful…It’s all so…lovely…” That did it.  My conversation with my mother was cut short because I was wailing so loudly.  Oh, my father!” Still full of tears, I woke Jen up and told her the sad news.  Jen didn’t take it very well. “NO!” Jen screamed.  “Not daddy!  He’s not dead!” I sighed, still weeping as I wiped another stream of tears out of my eyes.  “He is, sis,” I told her.  “I just talked to mom.  Our dad died of metastatic lung cancer. This was all it took for my sister to start crying.  Her soft heaves turned into sobbing.  Finally, my sister began to wail at the top of her lungs. At this point, I began to hug Jen again, which made me start crying my eyes out again. “I’m….sorry….” I told Jen, choking out sobs.  “I didn’t want to hear it myself, but she told me.” My sister remained silent as we had each other in a tight embrace, weeping loudly over the loss of our father. “Jill…” Jen finally said in a choked sob.  “I loved my daddy.  Did he make it, Jill?” I nodded.  “My mom said that he could see heaven and Jesus was reaching out for him.” My sister’s weeping lessened a little, but she was still hiccupping sobs. Nicolas entered the room and gasped.  “Oh no.  Did you both just lose someone?  Here.  You both need them.” Nicolas reached for the box of tissues off the nightstand and gave a handful of them to both me and Jen. We both blew our noses and continued crying into each other’s arms. Our crying continued for the next 20 minutes. At this point, Jen wanted to know everything about my conversation with mom, so I told her everything.  I told her about what happened with dad and I told her dad’s very last words. Jen nodded upon hearing my dad’s words.  “We will, dad!” she shouted.  “We all will see you in heaven!  We’ll have a nice reunion, okay?” My tears began to dry up as I began to smile.  “Sis,” I told her.  “Call it a hunch, but I don’t think that dad wants us to be sad right now.  Even though I feel like crying again.  Is it really going to bring him back?  Let’s have our time of grieving and then move on.” Jen nodded.  “I’ll try to save the rest of my tears for the funeral.” In the days that followed, we found out that dad’s funeral was that next weekend on March 8th. We had the memorial service in Indianapolis, since my mom and dad’s headstones were there (my grandma and grandpa bought headstones for every one of his children and their spouses.) Almost everyone who spoke at the funeral was crying when they were talking about my dad.  And…I can’t.  I can’t share anything about my dad because…*sniff* *sniff*  Every time I think about it now, I just get all…teary-eyed.  Dad, even as I’m writing this, I still miss you! Our streaming was delayed for another week because of my dad’s passing. But on Mario Day, both my sister and I decided to resume streaming. And for those of you who are not in the know, that day is called Mario Day because March 10th spells out the letters of MARIO, okay? As much as I wanted to continue on my Tears of the Kingdom game, I delayed that for another day because of Mario Day.  To celebrate, I played Super Mario Bros. 1, 2, and 3, along with Super Mario World.  Unlike starting my stream at a normal time, I decided to make it an all day marathon. In the middle of my Super Mario Bros. 2 game, I smiled and glanced at my audience of 88,243 viewers along with my sister, who was making silly comments as usual. “My fellow JJPlayers,” I announced.  “I have a mission for all of you.  Help me and Jen reach our monthly goals and there WILL be a special weekend stream.  Want to see Tears of the Kingdom beat sooner?  Help us reach our goals.  To motivate all of you, Jen is holding a copy of The Legend of Zelda: Echos of Wisdom.  Want to see this game played?  I need to beat Tears of the Kingdom first.  And if you have been in this community long enough, you all know how I play games.  I don’t just play them.  I COMPLETE them.  I try to explore everything that there is to explore and tear each game wide open.” Jen smiled jovially as she shook the copy of Legend of Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom for all to see.  “My sister is right.” Jen added.  “I’m sure you’re all tired of my sister making all those silly contraptions.  It’s what she does half the time in the game anyway.” Hearing this, I gave my sister a playful jab in the shoulder.  “Hey!” I said with a laugh.  “It’s fun to build things!” “But you stink at it!” Jen said, trying not to laugh.  “Everyone, let’s get those goals completed and my sister will have more time to complete the Zelda game that never ends.” I nodded and smirked.  “Yeah.  And maybe I’ll stop making all those contraptions that my sister says that I STINK at and actually finish the game!  Maybe I’ll finally finish fighting all those Gleeoks, huh?” “What about upgrading all your equipment?” Jen said, bursting into laughter.  “Or farming dragon parts.  Isn’t it fun just spending forever riding on a dragon?” I nodded.  “But Link loves to imagine dragons!  Let Link enjoy his little dragon obsession, okay?” Our funny banter continued as I saw a few resub alerts happen, triggering a hype train. Considering my extended absence, this hype train lasted for 45 minutes, and generated 315,046 bits and 784 gift subs. And besides streaming, I have been hard at work in taking care of my twin sister Jen.  I have been taking her to her weekly physical therapy appointments every Monday.  On March 3rd (the day after we came back from CAPCon), Jen was taken out of her wheelchair and given a walker.  And from her first couple of weeks with it, Jen finding her balance beginning to improve.  From what I have seen, her legs get weak causing her to slouch on the walker.  From seeing that alone, my sister was still months away from being able to walk on her own again. And while I just talked about Mario Day, one thing that I forgot to mention was that I was able to decrease Jen’s dosage of Seroquel from 550 milligrams to 500 milligrams.  Since I had all the tapering reminders on my cell phone calendar, it was easy to keep track of when to taper her meds again.  While this was the case, her dosage of Zoloft was unchanged the whole time she was on Seroquel. On St. Patrick’s Day, I was able to wrap up Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom at last.  Everything was done on the game.  All outfits and all upgrades.  All 1000 Korok seeds.  All side quests completed.  All memories and all collectables obtained.  And finally, I was able to go and defeat Ganondorf with my OP Link.  With the game completed, I promised stream that I would start on Legend of Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom the following day. And whoopsie.  I almost forgot to mention that my sister Jen was now attending my weekly therapy sessions on Friday mornings with Dr. Stillman!  Here is what happened on the first initial appointment (which had to be brief since we would be boarding a plane later on in the afternoon to Indianapolis to attend our father’s funeral). Both I and my sister entered Dr. Stillman’s office.  I walked beside my sister, who made fragile and labored steps, her legs beginning to buckle from standing for too long.  I help my sister to a chair and had her sit there next to Dr. Stillman while I sat next to her. Dr. Stillman wrote in her notebook and smiled as she looked at my sister, who was frowning. “It appears that you are not happy,” Dr. Stillman said to my sister, giving her an inciteful nod.  “What seems to be the problem?” But Jen didn’t respond.  Instead, she started to cry. I gave Dr. Stillman a somber look and nodded.  “Both me and her are very bothered at our father’s recent passing.  It happened on Monday and we are getting ready to board a plane this afternoon since the funeral is tomorrow.” “Oh dear,” Dr. Stillman said with a frown.  “Well it appears that this isn’t a good time.  Would it be okay if I give you both time to properly grieve for the loss of your father?  There will be no therapy today and you will not be billed for this appointment.  But I will want you both to try to process these feelings over the next week as I feel like we can talk through this sad event at our next session.  Maybe talk about your recent trip to CAPCon to try and improve the mood a little bit.  How does that sound?” This resulted in Jen hugging Dr. Stillman while she cried. “Thank you…” Jen said as she wept. Dr. Stillman nodded while trying not to cry herself.  “It’s okay, Jennifer.  Jen.  It’s okay to hug me, okay?  Take as long as you want.  Release those feelings.  Release everything. Jen did more than release her tears as I heard a loud sound of flatulence come from her. I nodded as the stench began to fill the room.  “I think we should end it here.  I gotta go and change my sis.” Dr. Stillman nodded.  “Yes.  You told me about your sister also being incontinent.  Go and take care of that and go to your funeral.  Is it today or tomorrow?” “Tomorrow,” I answered quickly, now smelling the increasing odor that filled the room.  “See you next week, doctor!” For next week (Pi Day), Dr. Stillman let Jen introduce herself and we spent most of the time talking about the funeral and processing our feelings.  We were just beginning to talk about CAPCon when we ran out of time. And of course, the following appointment was nothing but CAPCon discussion.  Jen even opened up about meeting her crush Calvin there. But in the days that followed, I saw a sadness in my sister that was very noticeable.  I noticed it right after the physical therapy meeting on the 24th. From the jeans that my sister was wearing, I began to notice that they were fitting her a little more snugly.  From her most recent weigh-in, Jen now weighed 138.8 pounds. “This stupid medication!” Jen shouted.  “It’s making me fat!” I nodded and tried to make my sister feel better.  “We’re beating this game, sis.  Guess what?  Today is another tapering day.  You’re going from 500 milligrams to 450 milligrams of Seroquel.” Jen scowled.  “I want it to be zero milligrams, Jill!” I sighed.  “We have to follow the quack’s orders until you’re off of the stuff.  Then we never have to see her again.” Jen’s depression continued over the next few days.  While her mobility was slowly improving, her mood wasn’t. And when I saw that we got to 5 million subscribers for JJ Plays on YouTube, Jen didn’t even care.  She was too depressed to care.  Even when I told her about having 1.38 million subscribers on Twitch, it didn’t even matter to her. Her Monday appointment with Dr. Speigel wasn’t any better and only served to fuel her frustration.  First of all, the quack doctor completely avoided talking about CAPCon or anything to do with little space.  The one time that I brought it up, the doc made a suggestion to bump Jen’s medication up just a little bit.  She especially recommended this when she saw how sad Jen was as she thought that it would “improve her mood”. At this, I scowled.  “You up her dose, then me and her are walking out of this office right now.” I threatened.  “The tapering is going to continue as planned until she’s off of it.” At this, Dr. Speigel gave me a frustrated frown, telling me that Jen would be “my responsibility” if she relapses. Jen looked very upset after the appointment. “They’re NOT briefs!” Jen shouted as she buckled her seatbelt.  “They’re diapers!  Seriously, if I hear the word ‘brief’ one more time, I’m going to scream! Urrrrrrrrrr, I hate that bitch!” I gasped.  “You just said it again, Jen.” Jen nodded.  “I know, Jill.  I just can’t help but swear when I think of that woman.  Why, she should have her license taken away!  Look at me, Jill!  I weigh almost 140 pounds!  Pretty soon, I’m going to need your old clothes!” I gave my sister a compassionate nod.  “Yeah.  It’s a good thing I didn’t donate my old clothes.  You are welcome to wear them, sis.” That night, Nicolas wanted to take me over to his house and take care of me.  Knowing how sad my sister was, he told me that she was invited too. While I thought that this would help my sister feel better, her reaction totally surprised me. “Just go!” Jen shouted.  “I don’t want YOUR boyfriend taking care of me!  You’re both steering the vehicle!  I’m just along for the ride…So just go and have fun being babied while I stay here by myself…” This sent a chill down my spine.  No.  I did not trust my sister to be alone by herself.  Considering that she has already had two different suicidal episodes, I just couldn’t bring myself to go over to Nicolas’s house. With that, I made the right decision: I stayed home with my sis. I wiped some tears out of my eyes as I talked to Nicolas that night. “Sorry,” I told him.  “My sister freaked out when I told her that I was going over to your house.  She said that she didn’t want you taking care of her.” “I get it, Jill.  Your sister wants her own boyfriend to do this for her.  Not me.” I nodded.  “Yup.  So I just can’t come over.  What if she gets desperate again?  That’s a risk that I do not want to take this time.” “You’re doing the right thing for her, Jill.  Just stay home.  Believe me when I tell you this.  I think that staying home with her tonight is a better decision than our original plans.  Just remember.  Jen has been through a lot.  She lost her job, her old boyfriend, her mobility, and her continence.  That’s a lot of things to lose in such a short time.  I think that I have something that can cheer her up, so why don’t you go and be with her, okay?” “Okay,” I sat on my bed and took a deep breath.  “Thanks for being so understanding, Nicky.  You’re such a sweetie.” “I am, pumpkin.  You’re also my little one and I’m your daddy, remember?  And if you know anything about daddies, they know best.  Go and see your sister.  Have a nice evening.  Bye baby!  Love you!” “Bye daddy!” I shouted back.  “Love you mostest!” After hanging up, I hurried to Jen’s room. To my relief, Jen was not doing anything dangerous.  Instead, her head was hunched over her pillow, and she was drenching it with tears. I approached Jen, who continued to press her face into her pillow while she continued to wail. At this, I sat down on Jen’s bed and slowly cupped my hand over my sister’s shoulder.  “Jennifer,” I said in a warm and compassionate voice.  “Can you tell your sister what is wrong? What is pulling you into despair?” Jen sat up and flinched, as if she felt the sting of the same question that she used to ask me.  “What do you think, Jill?” she sniffed.   “It’s your boyfriend!  It’s this stupid medication!  It’s my medically induced obesity that’s worsening by the day!  You know what?  I wish that we never went to CAPCon!  Then I would’ve never met Calvin!  Why, I don’t even have his number and I think that he has moved on from me!  Nothing but false hope, Jill.  So go and be with your boyfriend!” Jen now pressed her face into my shoulder and continued to cry.  “It’s stupid, Jill.  Me hoping for something that you already have.  Calvin only gave me false hope.  Just…go.  Go and be with your DADDY!  Go while I be a poor unwanted orphan.” BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! Jen glanced at her phone to find a number that she didn’t recognize.  She immediately swiped the ignore button, thinking it was a spam number. “Stupid spam,” Jen muttered.  “I never answer calls that I don’t know. Seconds later, Jen’s phone rang again. BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! It was the same number.  Jen once again swiped the ignore button. “Stop calling!” Jen shouted.  “One more time and I will block this number!” BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! It was the same number calling for a third time.  Jen swiped the ignore button. “Leave me alone!” Jen shouted.  “That’s it.  I’m blocking this number!” Just as Jen was about to block the number, her phone vibrated again. BUZZ! This time, it was a text message. As Jen began to read the preview of the text message, she let out a deep gasp. “Is it?” Jen gasped.  “Him?  Cal?” Jen immediately opened her text message and read the whole message out loud. “This is Calvin Jacobs.” Jen read.  “I’m sorry that I didn’t get your number during CAPCon but a friend of mine was able to give me your number.  I have been very busy in moving to Philadelphia and would like to know if you have found a daddy/switch yet.  I myself am looking for a mommy switch that can take care of me and can also be my baby to take care of.  Can you please call me back, Jenny?” “DADDY!” Jen screamed, wasting no time in calling Calvin back. “Hello?  Jenny?” “This is, my baby.” Jen said with a motherly smile.  “Now can you be my daddy?” “First of all, I would like to know why you ignored my three times I tried to call you.” Jen now had a smug look on her face.  “Well, mommy’s got to be careful that no bad people call her!  Mommy only talks to people she knows!  Now, daddy, you just said that you were moving to Philadelphia.  Can you give me some details as to where?” “Gladwyne, Pennsylvania mommy.  One of the finest houses on the Main Line.  Just finalized the closing on a house worth $6 million.  9,000 square feet.  All ours.” “Ooooooh!” Jen said with a smile.  “Nine thousand?  Now will you need some help with moving in, dearie?” “That will not be necessary, my baby.  Everything is moved in already.  I made the master bedroom into a full-blown nursery.  We’re talking pastel colors here.  Baby blues and pinks.  A nice play area and changing mats for both of us.  There’s two king-size beds in this room with removeable railings so we can switch our roles back and forth on a dime.   Plenty of bottles, formula, baby food, baby clothes, diapers, changing supplies, and toys to keep us both happy.  Just finished organizing all the diapers in all the closet cubbies.  I even have a table where I have organized all the changing supplies.  There is also a gated playpen in the master bedroom and living room with all kinds of baby and toddler toys.” Jen now had a giddy smile on her face.  “That’s wonderful, honey.” Jen said in a sing song voice.  “And you did this all by yourself?” “I do it all by myself!” Calvin’s voice echoed in a toddler voice.  “Can you give me milk, mommy?” Jen smiled with a naughty look on her face.  “Not yet, my baby. Right now, that would not be right.  But mommy promises to nurse you after we get married, okay?  Now, daddy.  We need to figure out what days we can be our roles!” “I have already formulated a list, Jenny baby.  But I wanted to discuss it with you first so we can make any changes as necessary.  After that, we will both know what days we can be littles and what days we can be caregivers.” Jen smiled.  “I’m fine with whatever list you have, daddy.” “I know, my pumpkin.  But let’s look at it first, okay?  How does that sound?” “Akay!” Jen shouted. “There’s my little girl.  Now, how would you like to come over to my house in Gladwyne this weekend?  Now you are not going to believe this, but I just got a car seat installed in my car.  It’s my size so it should fit you perfect.  I already tested it the other day.  You are going to love it.” “How tall are you, Cal?” Jen said, smiling. “Five foot four.  You?” Jen gasped.  “We’re both the same height!  The car seat will work for both of us!” “Then it will be perfect for the weekend, Jenny.  Nothing but the best for my little princess.  Pick you up Friday for our fun playdate?” Jen glanced at me.  “Can my sister come?” “Sure!  Now my friend Nicolas wanted to come but I want it to be just us for the first night.  We’ll pick up your sister Jill on Saturday, okay?” Jen nodded.  “Okay daddy!” Jen then frowned.  “I can call you daddy, can I?  Will you be my daddy, Cal baby?” “Only if you can be my mommy, Jenny baby.” Jen nodded.  “Certainly, sweetie!” “Sounds good.  Now make sure your diaper is nice and full because daddy is coming over to pick you up on Friday.  Okay Jenny bee?” “Okay daddy!  Bye bye, daddy!” Jen hung up her cellphone and let out a loud and happy squeal. “I got a boyfriend!” Jen shouted, her eyes now filling with happy tears. I hugged my sister and smiled.  “That’s good to hear.” Jen glanced at her calendar on her phone and frowned.  “I can’t WAIT until Friday! Can’t it come faster?  Stupid time.  Hurry up!  I wanna see Cal!  I wanna see daddy!” I then saw Jen’s face looking all giddy, which reminded me of my face that I had when I first finished talking to Nicolas in late August of 2024. So having that said, my JJ Lovely Littles, let’s all give my sister our congratulations for finally finding a daddy to take care of her.  Or is it a little for Jen to take care of?  To be honest, my JJ little besties, the switch dynamic is complicated even for me. So what happens next? With Jen’s reject boyfriend Joey out of the picture, it is now time for a new chapter to begin (pun intended!).  One where Jen goes from being a responsible adult to being a pampered princess and back.  And Calvin?  It will be just as fun to watch him go from daddy to baby and back. My JJ Little Besties, get ready for the next one, because are about to switch things up in here.  Baby to Caregiver.  Caregiver to Baby.  Dom to sub.  Sub to dom. The switches are united and we’re all going to have fun watching things go back and forth.  So whether you’re a little or a caregiver, get ready because the sparks are going to fly in this fun dynamic between two switches. See you in the next chapter, daddy and my babies!

Your Choice Imogen looked around the small room, and her nerves made themselves felt for just a moment. Since Daddy had rescued her, the whole day had seemed like a dream. From lunch to walking through the mall, it was like something out of one of her late-night fantasies; but now it was moving into something different. This was a restroom; a little larger than most she had seen, but it was still a private space. And before her thoughts drifted back to the trusting excitement she expected for a small child, she wondered if this was something she should have thought about more critically before she had even considered manipulating her way into this kind of situation. There was a toilet in the corner, and a sink on one wall. There were shiny tiles all around them, and a long countertop with a built-on changing table. Everything a parent would need with a troublesome child. Somewhere in the back of Ginny’s mind, she was still excited and nervous, knowing that this should be a common situation for a kid her age but also knowing that she’d never done this before. And she knew that this was the moment when everything changed. “Can you look after yourself?” Daddy asked. “I don’t want to invade your privacy, but… I don’t know what’s best here. I don’t want to touch you until you’re sure that’s what you want.” Imogen looked up at him, sure she was bright red like a traffic light now. She didn’t know how to answer; that was too much of a grown up thought. “Do you want me to diaper you?” he said. “Or can you be a big girl?” On some level she knew that those words were special. But it was a question, not a statement, so she let those thoughts drift past and just looked at Daddy. Nothing mattered more than being good for him right now. She nodded, slowly, and she wasn’t quite sure what she was asking for. “Okay, sweetie,” he said. “I’m sure you know best. Now, can you take those soggy clothes off by yourself?” Ginny nodded, and tried to unfasten her skirt. But if she was a little kid, her fingers would fumble at the waistband, not quite managing to unfasten the buttons. She needed Daddy to help her, and she knew that. “Daddy?” she asked. “I umm… I don’t… Can you…?” “It’s okay,” he said. “Let Daddy do it.” He knelt down in front of her, and unfastened her skirt like it was the easiest thing in the world. Then he asked her to sit down on a little step at one side of the room, decorated in the same blue and white tiles as the floor and walls. And when she raised her feet one by one he could easily unbuckle her shoes and peel off sodden socks. He moved like he knew exactly what he was doing, although he kept on staring down at her feet like he didn’t really want to look at her. Imogen knew that she knew why he was doing that, but she also knew that she was supposed to be too little to understand, so she couldn’t reach those thoughts right now. “Now,” he said. “Underwear. Can you do that by yourself? Do you want me to look away?” “I…” she mumbled. She could feel the anxiety that was filling her mind over such a simple task, even if the reason it mattered so much kept slipping away from her. Those feelings were too big to simply forget. She knew that she should probably be able to do everything by herself, and that she probably should; but she was also kind of aware of how long she’d hoped for the chance to be completely helpless; needing Daddy to do everything for her. And she knew that even if she should be able to look after herself, she couldn’t do it right now. She wasn’t allowed to do big girl things. “I dunno how. I’m too little.” “It’s okay, baby,” Dan took this detail in his stride, just like everything up to this point. “Now, do you have spare clothes with you? Because I think you’re going to need a change. Is there anything in your bag, or do we need to open your suitcase?” Imogen wanted to answer that. She wanted to tell him that she hadn’t thought ahead that far, because she wasn’t even expecting this to happen. And on a different level, she wanted to tell Dan that she had some spare clothes in case she spilled something or slipped in a puddle. But that was yet another big girl thing, that the unexpected sentry sitting at the back of her mind wouldn’t allow her to mention. She had to keep on being helpless, just like a real baby. She reached out for her backpack, where she was sure she had a change of clothes hidden in an inside pocket, and fumbled clumsily with the zipper. “Oh, it’s fine,” Daddy said, and she knew that she didn’t need to think. She could let him take care of everything. “Let’s see about getting you out of those wet clothes first. Okay?” He reached out and a jolt went through her body as his hands rested on her bare hips for a moment. She didn’t know if it was because he was taking her underwear off; the powerful presence he carried with him, or just her thrill at all the things she had been looking forward today – things that she couldn’t even remember right now – but something told her that this was the most important moment of her life so far. She found herself automatically raising her hands to cover her blushes, but by now the red aura had probably spread well beyond her face. She felt like she should be standing in a cloud of pink mist, and that was the most wonderful feeling she could imagine. She barely noticed as Daddy peeled off her underwear and turned away. She was half naked now, just another way to highlight the embarrassment of a girl who had done a weewee in her undies like a little baby. “Okay, now, can you step here for me?” Daddy asked, and she realised that he had spread out a towel on the floor. She hadn’t even noticed what he was doing, she was so caught up in her own delicious humiliation. Or maybe Lady Larsen’s words had made every little detail feel like a complete surprise; she couldn’t be sure. She stepped onto the towel. Daddy wiped her legs down with cleaning wipes, and then dried them off with the towel so she wouldn’t smell like pee at all. And then he signalled for her to step forward again. Into a pull-up, which he was holding out flat for her with the leg holes the right way around. She kind of wished that he’d been able to do this himself, so she didn’t need to move; but she knew that she had to do what Daddy wanted. So she stepped into the nighttime diaper, and then covered her eyes again as if that would keep her from noticing as he pulled the soft padding up her legs. A second later he was tapping her heels, urging her to take another step, and then he was pulling up a pair of leggings as well. Ginny giggled and did a twirl when he was finished. It felt strange to be wearing a diaper at last, after so many months wondering what it would be like. But it just felt like thick, soft underwear. It wasn’t nearly as unusual as she had thought, although that didn’t reduce the embarrassment at all. And she knew that it was exactly what she needed to feel. Finally, Daddy put her coat around her waist again. And as he turned to fasten up her suitcase, she realised that he’d had to go through all her things to find some clean clothes. But that was all okay. Daddy knew best, and she would do whatever he wanted her to do. “Come on, Ginny,” he said. “Let’s get you to the hotel now. Okay? Or would you rather have a look at some of the amazing things they’ve got around here?” “I gotta…” she mumbled, but she didn’t know what she had to do except be a good girl. “I dunno. I gotta be good for Daddy.” “Yes, you do,” he said. “Come on then, let’s show you where you’re going to be sleeping this weekend. I don’t know if you asked for a crib, but I’m sure we can get you one if we ask nicely.” “Yaaaay!” Ginny giggled, and followed eagerly as Daddy led her out into the mall again.

It's interesting that I found the listed on a third-party site but not the main site. Maybe sort of specialty item like those unisex toy story pullups?

Just trying to keep this topic alive to see who's interested. The appropriate venue is one major issue to over come. It would have to be safe and secure and ok with what we're doing. Also, event garbage would have to be a safely considered issue as well but I'm still always thinking about this. I think there should be a dress code, shirt and shoes required but pants optional, but diapers would have to be clean at all times in social area's. I would also like to reach out to some adult diaper companies to see if they wanted to be there to possibly advertise products