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This morning is brought to you by the courtesy of a wet and messy blue Sunkiss diaper. Feels I was actually in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I relaxed and went poopies in my diaper; fresh clean teeth and soiled tushie and diaper, go figure. I am sitting here now sipping hot coffee feeling the warm potty in my diaper get squishier by the minute. Pretty soon I am going to put on my jogging pants and go out for an early morning run in my wet and poopie diaper. Feeling potty jiggle in my diaper as I run is a great sensation. When I get back from running I think the technical term is that I'll be "ripe" for a messy diaper change. Believe it or not, it only takes me a few minutes to get clean and fresh with a new diaper for the day. I have a Vivo cloth back diaper and plastic pants ready for my diaper change. I have cleaning up down to a science. Once in my clean, dry diaper and plastic pants, I'll wet during the day, but no messies in my diaper because my wife will be out of bed. No stinkies around her is one of our boundaries.
Upon arriving in the room, Maddison noticed that the "time-out" chair was already in place, along with the paddle bearing Emilly's name.
Maddison began to consider her options; she had a large collection of puppets—purchased because playing with them was one of Alice's favorite activities—but she wanted to cuddle with Alice instead. She grabbed the *Peter Pan* book and sat down in the armchair.
Alice climbed into the armchair with Maddison to listen to the story; she didn't want to sleep, yet her body was showing signs of fatigue. Maddison began, "Once upon a time..."
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Camilla was jotting down notes in a small notebook regarding everything she needed to discuss with her girlfriend—she always blushed when thinking of Ana as her girlfriend. Things were going wonderfully between them, and Maddison loved her dearly.
Camilla noticed a strong mix of emotions in Emilly; it seemed the girl was going through something—a growing sense of frustration and irritation, as if she were overwhelmed. So, she intervened.
"Little fairy, it’s okay. I know there are many decisions—decisions a little one shouldn't have to make alone—and a radical life change involving you and our baby." Emilly looked into Camilla's eyes. "From today on, you are our daughter—mine and Ana's, your mommy's too. We’ll help with your companies and decision-making, and you’ll keep various benefits, like your health insurance." Camilla was trying to reassure Emilly. Just as she had done with Maddison, she planned to take the little one to pick out some favorite personal belongings, since her adult clothes were no longer of use. Camilla continued, "So, tell me; your mommy is ready to listen."
I’m currently hovering between 38 and 42 inches. Even keeping this in mind sometimes the diapers I buy are still either too big or too tight. (Bambino ultra stretch. I’m looking at you.)
Well, that certainly explains a lot. When my church mom was in the nursing home, I’d look over in her closet and see those generic diapers and mentally scream. I really would’ve loved to be able to tell her “good God woman I’ve got better!” But that was still my little secret.
As for witness indicators, they really don’t make or break a diaper when I’m making that decision. However, having said that I remember seeing those in the late 90s and thought that was kind of interesting especially when with my sister having Crohn’s. She attempted to get her colon reconnected but her Crohn’s flared up again and she ended up in diapers for about three months before they can get her in to basically undo what they did the year before. Ever since that, I found myself trying to find the store brand plastic backed briefs.
I know that Depends, towards the end of the 90s and early 2000s with their plastic backs, had wetness indicators on them too. I suppose if I could find an affordable pack I’d look at that, but I’m still looking for the store brands before everybody started consolidating under one or two different corporations. (I’m thinking IGA, Safeway, Smith’s, Kmart, or Walmart were where my folks were getting those, since those seem to be the only “grocery stores” we had in that town.)
The staining is a problem, which even bleach wouldnt remove! I think that becoming a DL, with its many facets happens over time and after improvising and trying things in the early days before finding that adult sized nappies could be purchased, I wouldnt have purchased under sized pants to try messing, the accidental click left me with items which I kept and tried on, to discover and enjoy the snug PVC moulding closely to my body.
Having already tried pooping in my regular nappy cover pants, I realised that these snug ones would overcome the looseness problem and when I had time and privacy, decided to try it again. Another aspect had been discovered! It made a "normal" pooping look and feel very different and enjoyable, but not enough to buy more tight pants, which would only be used once.
Trying just wetting and finding how good and different the closely contained flood of warmth both looked and felt against my body was another pleasure, which I repeated a few times in the last pair before a seam failed.