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By Crinklz Kat · Posted
That's been true for a couple of decades now. But it doesn't resolve supply chain crap. -
I had a lot of hang-ups when I was younger. I was in community theatre for a while, which involved getting changed in front of others. A lot of my cast-mates grew up with me and know my parents so it would have been totally weird to suddenly have a diaper on in the dressing room. When I became an adult, I tried really hard to do the "dating" thing, hoping that I would "grow out" of my asexuality (it does not work like that). I was sharing a bed and living space with people and was terrified that they would find out about this side of me. Now that I'm happily celibate and won't start any kind of romantic relationship unless the person is aware and accepting that I wear diapers. I thought I had gotten past all these hurdles, but this past year presented a few (and hopefully my final) challenges. I moved twice. Once from my studio apartment to my family's house for a few months, and more recently to an apartment that I share with 2 friends. I suddenly became very self-conscious and going back and forth between wearing and not wearing, which nearly led to an accident on several occasions. The final straw for me was 2 months ago. I was working an overnight shift while wearing a 5t-6t pull-up. I didn't bring my diaper bag with me, thinking I'd be able to make it to the toilet when needed. After a couple hours at my desk, I adjusted how I was sitting to fart and very quickly messed myself without warning. Thankfully we live in the age of instacart, and I was able to order a pack of goodnites to get me through the rest of the night, but it was a very humbling lesson that my year and a half of untraining actually had an impact and that I need to wear diapers/carry spares with me no matter what. Its not too different from my routine when I lived alone. I turned my closet into my changing-room and take the trash to the outside bins every other day. I feel so much better about this move and about life now that I'm back on track with being 24/7 and untraining. Weirdly enough, I think the back-and-forth I dealt with during the summer has strengthened my commitment to this. So yeah, all that stuff WAS stopping me, but I've gotten over it. -
By Cute_Kitten · Posted
Just a short one-shot vignette. I've hinted at a few things instead directly stating them. A few Easter eggs, if you will. 🤣 COMFORT IN THE NIGHT by Cute Kitten aka C.K. Kat The heavy curtains were shut, blocking out the moon and starlight. The room was pitch dark. Darius lay awake, listening to the tick tock of his grandmother's cuckoo clock and Lana’s snores. He lay on his stomach with his head pillowed on Lana’s shoulder. He nuzzled her wild, curly copper hair and snuggled into the warm, round curves of her body. His diaper squished, heavy and warm with pee. No leaks; the thick, absorbent diaper soaked up everything his bladder dished out. The hefty plastic backing crinkled softly. Darius knew from experience his bulky diapers would last until morning, so he was safe for a few more wettings. Not that he had any choice in the matter; his dysfunctional bladder kept him padded 24/7. All he could do was change his diaper, but he didn’t want to leave the cozy, warm bed. Lana shifted under him, pulling the thick blanket down. He shuddered as his bare, bony shoulders were exposed to the cold air. Darius rolled onto his back and tugged the duvet back up. Lana shifted, throwing one freckled leg over his. He could smell the whiskey and raw meat on her warm breath. She snored right in his ear. He winced, and she turned further into him. Her knee came up and brushed against the thick, soggy padding swaddling his crotch. He blushed and tugged on one of her curls. She didn’t respond. He pulled the numerous dark metal hoops in her ears, but she didn’t respond to that either. With a muted crinkle and squish, Darius straddled her. His thick diaper squelched as he sat on her hips, pinning her. He caught her wrists and pressed his lips to hers, taking her lower lip between his teeth and biting the fat flesh. Lana jerked awake and took control. Her pierced tongue brushed inside his mouth while her hands grabbed his sides, just above the top of his diaper. He pulled away, breaking the kiss. She groaned. "Damn it, Darius, it's…" Lana listened to the constant tick tock in the darkness. "…I don't know, but you'd better have a damned good reason for waking me up." "…I couldn't sleep…" His voice cracked on the last word, small and raw. Lana stilled at the pain in his voice; her sharp edges softened. She gently stroked his babysoft cheek, her nails sharp as lion claws careful not to scratch his tender skin. Loving hands guided him down to the mattress, tucked him against her side. The soft crinkles of his wet diaper filled the quiet of the night. He pressed his body closer to hers, one arm around her waist. "You're still thinking about what happened earlier." Her gentle tone gingerly probed a raw, deep wound. “...I hate it. I hate feeling like a hamster trapped on a wheel. These feelings. Thoughts. Won’t go away. I can’t make them stop.” Darius pressed his palm to her neck, where he could feel her pulse beating. Lana sighed. "You shouldn't give a rat’s ass what others think, or say. They don’t get to define you." She kissed his cheek and nipped his smooth flesh with her sharp teeth. The ball of her tongue stud traced his wet skin, making him shudder. Then she kissed the corner of his mouth. "Don't let that bitch get to you. Focus on me. I’m much better to think about.” Darius laughed then moaned as Lana moved over top of him, kissing him on the mouth and chin. She ran her toes over top of his foot, tickling and enticing. He pushed her back and slid his leg along hers to return the tickling touch. But instead of his foot meeting hers, the stump where his ankle should've been brushed against her skin. He stiffened. She kissed him, but he pulled away. "Darius." His eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he glanced at her, even though he could barely see her. "She's right. I hate to admit it, but my brother’s whore is right. I'm a stupid gimp." Lana lay partially on top of him, her leg once again flung over his. She growled softly in his ear. "I should knock her teeth down her throat." Darius tilted his head against hers and spoke in a low voice. "You've already done enough of that." "I'm not going to apologize for punching that fucking cunt. Not after what she said about you." "I didn't ask you to apologize." "But you wish I would." Darius turned on his side, wrapping his arms around her. "It's true. Sheila's words hurt, but they're true. What hurts is that she’s right about me." "No; what hurts is Sheila's face from my fist." Darius nearly smiled at the self satisfaction in her tone. He kissed her cheek, snuggled closer and laid his head on her shoulder. The cold metal on her nipple piercings pressed into his chest; he shivered. She cradled the back of his head with one hand, running her fingers through his dark, tousled hair. “Thank you.” His voice was barely a whisper. “My brother’s upset.” “You’re upset. And hurt.” “ ‘m just being stupid and too sensitive. A crybaby.” “Bullshit.” Darius winced at her harsh tone. Lana’s embrace tightened around him, strong and secure as a python. With no warning, his diaper grew warmer and wetter as his bladder released on its own. “You’re not putting yourself last. I won’t let it happen. You matter, too. Even if you think you don’t.” Her fingers gently carded through his hair again. Her voice held absolute certainty, no room for argument. He wished he could see himself through her eyes. He didn’t have her strength, her tenacity. Life wore him down, opened wounds that left him vulnerable in the dark, quiet hours and reinforced insecurities that festered. Her arms around him, the steady beat of her heart, the warm huff of her breath, and the reassuring weight of her hand cradling his head promised security, refuge, protection. A place to heal, renew and regroup. Maybe, just maybe, he could borrow her courage until he found his own. Until he could build himself up again, piece by fragile piece. Lana’s hand cupped the back of his diaper. The soaked stuffing squelched and the plastic backing crinkled under her touch. She patted his padded bottom rhythmically, like she did when he woke up from nightmares and unwanted memories. Darius slowly relaxed under her touch, her calm confidence soothing the inner turmoil that churned and kept him awake all night. His limbs grew heavy, his breathing evened out, and his lashes eventually fluttered shut. THE END -
Its still mid 70's here, we hope it will snow this weekend, we haven't had a good snow for about 3 yrs, when we moved up to the mountains almost 7 yrs ago that yr we had 19" for Thanksgiving and then 12" just after Christmas, but never more than a few inches since. We thought we would have cooler than the 70's this time of yr. I don't want the 4 ft like we had many yrs ago when I left the east part of the country, but we don't use our heater until it gets down to the 20's and the main reason is to keep the water pipes safe... as long as the dumb fireplaces and pellet stoves are blowing away from our home we have the doors open even at 40 degrees...But we hope for snow this weekend 😀 -
By stuckinpamps · Posted
commenting so i can find this again >.< so so good.
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