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By wetdiaper55 · Posted
Yes ,littlebopeeper it does . I just give in in retirement .I wear diapers 27/7 . Cloth prefold diapers as much as I can . It does same alot of money, and a lot softer . -
By ValentinesStuff · Posted
Antique Malls/Stores sell "old" pre-owned items at a premium. Flea markets sell anything that the seller got cheap and thinks they can make a buck on. -
I am up this morning in a wet Fluffy Fly diaper...wait...oops, make that also messy! -
Speedy recovery brother... Thanks It shows that we have the same fate. During my stay at the hospital, the nurses didn't even treat me as a weird guy knowing that Im wearing cute diaper. They also remind me so I don't wear the diaper for a long time. I might get my hands on that critters caboose, looks cute too.. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
PART TWO Donna's Story I was about ten or eleven years old when I first started touching myself and sleeping with a pillow between my legs under my nightgown. I don't think my mother ever found out about it, but if she did she would probably attribute it to my budding sexuality. Any how it felt good to fall asleep with something there between my legs. I guess that fact helped me become addicted to wearing diapers. The story you will read is an account of how I was re-introduced to diaper wearing by, of all people, my mom! It all started one September, my mom had asked if I had any ideas for Halloween. I told her not really, but she pushed the issue, stating she wanted to get an early start on making something for me and not wanting to wait for the week before Halloween. I was my usual pain in the neck, come to think of it, I was acting sorta like a baby about it. Maybe that's why she decided to make me into a big baby for Halloween! She made me a costume that I could wear as a PJ set after Halloween. It was a cute pink trimmed babydoll with big ruffled panties. I wondered about them for a while, that isuntil she had the whole costume finished and had me try it on! Part of the costume was a quilted diaper! She wanted me to wear it in public! Well right then and there I let out with a temper tantrum that made her mad enough to give me one of my infrequent spankings. So naturally I submitted to her whims, gee maybe I could get the measles for Halloween! To get the right effect she had me take a bath and then she gave me a liberal powdering with baby powder, all over my body. We then went into my room, where she had brought the costume. She had me lay on the bed and then pinned not one but two of those quilted diapers tightly above my hips! (She said it was for effect.) She opened up a package of plastic pants, there were three in the package, remembering my spanking, I didn't protest her helping me on with a pair. Then I tried on the ruffled panties, they did not look as bulky as she wanted them to, so off they came. "Stay Put." was all she said as she left the room. Shortly she returned with a batt of cotton like she used in quilting, unrolled it on my bed and then folded it back over itself twice. Then she had me pull another pair of plastic pants up to my knees. She lay the folded cotton between my legs and helped pull up the plastic pants positioning the cotton stuffing as she went. My behind felt huge! I mentioned this but she remarked that it was to exaggerate the effect of a diaper, to make it more proportional to my larger body. We tried the ruffled panties again, and I walked around the bedroom. The effect of the bulk between my legs made it difficult to walk, but it felt kinda neat, I might like this after all! Another problem, she said I did not rustle enough when I walked. Rustle? I asked, she said my behind should rustle as I walked, The plastic pants should make some noise rubbing against the inside of the panties. She said to wait a minute while she went back into her sewing room and returned with some white nylon netting and some cellophane type plastic. She pulled the panties down to my knees and lay the plastic between my legs with the bunched up nylon netting on top. She pulled it up and positioned the netting and plastic so that it was equally distributed between my legs, in front and behind. Then when I walked around the bedroom, I rustled alright! With every step! Next she had me put on one of my old bouffant slips, only it was different. Fuller because she had used some of the nylon netting to make it fuller and had shortened it too. Then came the babydoll like top. Actually it was a sort of A line dress with short padded puffy sleeves. A pair of knee socks, folded over with pink and white lace trim and new white patent leather shoes soon were on my feet. Finally came a pink and white lace trimmed bonnet that matched the ruffled panties and top. "Oops, I almost forgot.." She said as she rushed out of my bedroom soon to return with a cute bib and a baby bottle! She put the bib on me and had me go into her bedroom to see myself in her full length mirror. I remember distinctly that first time waddling with all that padding between my legs and the seemingly loud rustling of my behind as I tried to walk down the hallway. She handed me the bottle as I stepped in front of the mirror and what I thought. The bottle was full of a warm liquid. I asked about it and she replied with her favorite words that it was for effect. Again she asked about what I thought. "Well," I stammered, not wanting to hurt her feelings, "I sorta look like a big baby girl!" and I did. From the white patent leather shoes with the lace trimmed stockings to an impossibly large looking pair of panties filled with what looked like quite a few diapers, partially covered by the lace trimmed hem of a full A line top that looked like a baby's dress. All topped off with a cute baby bonnet, I looked adorable ! "Honey I want to get a picture of you in your new `outfit' today, because on Halloween we'll be too rushed and we might forget it." I started to protest but was quieted by the stern look she gave me and that my behind might another warming. She found out that she had neither flashbulbs nor film. "Stay dressed until I get back from the store, don't take a thing off. I'll only be gone twenty minutes." she said and grabbed her purse and coat and went downstairs. I heard her close the door and moments afterward heard her start her car. I put the bottle on the dresser in her room and decided to go downstairs myself. Wow, I was beginning to get turned on by the bulky stuffing between my legs ! At the stairs I found out I had to take the steps one at a time with my hand on the railing to prevent myself from falling. Downstairs, with more room to walk around, I found I was reaching new heights of extasy with the diapers rubbing between my legs. Soon a fold of the innermost diaper worked it's way against my budding clitoris and wow!!! I experienced my first real orgasm! My knees were going week, I sat down in an over-stuffed chair. I was dizzy with extasy, and it felt so good! I must have dozed off for only a few minutes but woke up when my mom came in. "Is my big baby girl tired?" she said. "Aw mom..." "Just kidding honey, I couldn't help it, you just look so precious in that new `outfit'. Let's take these pictures and you can get changed. Damn, these are the wrong flashbulbs. I'll be right back." and again she was off before I could say anything. "Well now what?" I said aloud to myself. I went back upstairs, one at a time and with great difficulty, to my bedroom to try and find something to do. Nothing seemed to interest me and when I tried to sit in the chair by my desk, I found I kept sliding off. The added bulk of the diapers and padding made sitting in a straight backed chair nearly impossible. Hummm, I'm thirsty I thought, so I waddled back to the stairs and thought I'm not going down them again. I remembered the bottle and wondered what was inside it. I waddled and rustled back to my mom's bedroom where I left it. I found it in a bottle warmer! My mom must have been home longer than I thought! Well I tried to open it, but it would not open. I tentatively took the nipple into my mouth and tried to suck on it. All I got was air. I decided the only way to get what was inside the bottle, inside of me, was to lay down. so I tried the floor, Too hard. So I awkwardly scrambled up on my mom's bed, but that was almost as hard as the floor. So I slid off her bed and waddled towards my room. On the way that fold of my diaper started doing it's work again on my clitty! I climbed into my softer bed, lay on my belly and with my one hand rubbed the front of my panties to try to force the diapers fold harder against my clitty. Still being thirsty, I propped the bottle on a pillow and sucked greedily as I rocked my body, forcing the diaper hard against the source of this new found pleasure. Soon I again felt that wondrous climb to climaxing and indeed when I did climax, it brought shivers of extasy all over my body. In a little while, my shoes started to hurt my feet. I tried to bend over to loosen the buckles, but found I could not bend far enough to do it. I repositioned myself on my left side, with my right hand rubbing the front of my diapers and my left holding my bottle. I experienced one more mild rush and must have drifted off to a nap. Because I was suddenly awakened by my mom with a flash of her camera. She then told me that she had refilled the bottle for me since I drank it all down I must like it. "But mom...." "No excuses little girl or you'll get that spanking your actions are asking for." O.K., So I posed for her with my stuffed animals and she shot a whole roll of film, reloaded the camera and announced that she could only get one package of flashbulbs so the rest would have to be shot outdoors. I panicked , but the fact our back yard is small and completely enclosed by a tall brick wall and a tall fence gave me some consolation. She took the quilted bedspread from my room, gathered up the larger of my stuffed toys and dolls and told me to follow her. I did, but again I had much difficulty in making it down the stairs. By the time I had caught up with her, she had the quilted bedspread on the lawn with my animals and dolls on it. "Lay down and drink your bottle, it will make for some better pictures." So I lay at first with my head on the belly of a large pink rabbit and drank. She must have put a larger hole in the nipple as the warm milk came out easily. Soon it was empty, I told her about this and it was a mistake. She took it and refilled it again and made me finish it before I could come inside even though she had finished taking photographs. At last it was empty. I got up and waddled and rustled towards the house to be stopped and told that I must take my toys back up to my room one at a time. I questioned this and was answered with a curt reminder of a spanking and that it would be clumsy for me to try and climb the stairs with my hands full. Well it took me the better part of an hour to get all my toys upstairs. Finally I just had to ask her the reason for all this. Her reply was since for the last few weeks I was acting like a baby, I should be treated and dressed like one as punishment , Maybe I would reform after this. But if I didn't, then she would show the pictures she took to all my friends at school. "Gulp... O.K. mom, I promise to be good." "Not enough, young lady, as a reminder you'll stay in that outfit until tomorrow morning when you'll go to school like this never happened, but when you come home, again you'll be dressed like this again until I see proof that your going to be a good girl and not act like a baby." "But...but...but... I gotta go to the bathroom..." "THE BATHROOM!", She exclaimed," YOUR DRESSED LIKE A BABY SO YOU'LL GO IN YOUR DIAPERS LIKE A BABY!!!". I was so scared by her shouting that I wet myself right on the spot and cried. Well she changed me, soothed me and more or less let me play by myself until bedtime when with a final bottle, that I wouldn't dare refuse, she put me to bed. I rolled onto my belly, had some difficulty in getting a fold of my diaper against my clitty, finally did and climaxed again. Soon thereafter I was asleep. Things had established a pattern in my life and were basically quiet until Halloween. We were let out of school early to get ready for the P.T.A. sponsored Halloween party that night. My mom was now normally letting me put on my baby outfit by myself but insisted on helping me get ready tonight. First I had a bubble bath followed by oodles of baby powder. Then she helped me put on a new padded diaper that snapped in three places on each side. Then a pair of plastic pants and another larger padded diaper followed by a pair of large quilted plastic pants that had blue puppies and pink kittens printed on the plastic. She must have made these herself. Then over a pair of white tights she helped me put on a pair of ruffled pettipants that had pink lace all over them. They had that crinkly plastic and the nylon net sewn right into them. Again I put on my bouffant slip and a new dress styled like the one I had been wearing every day at home, only this one was prettier. There were no ruffled stockings nor bonnet, but my mom put my hair in pigtails though. Finally I was ready and my mom drove me to the party. I met my friends there dressed in unusual costumes. Jan was a pumpkin, I mean a BIG pumpkin, from her thighs up to her neck she was a big orange, round pumpkin. I thought that was weird, but a great costume. Nicky and Nicole, the brother and sister in our class who's birthdays were just ten months apart, were dressed as big yellow and black bumble bees. They both wore black tights, had small wings on their backs and had big rounded yellow and black fuzzy bodies. They even had big behinds on there costumes that prevented them from sitting normally in the folding chairs. Interesting point, They both crinkled when they walked. Patty was dressed like the Good Witch from the Wizard of Oz, in a huge hoop skirted gown and a conical hat. She even had a magic wand that lit up on the end! I wasn't sure but she seemed to waddle and crinkle when she walked too! Ann and Andy, the twins in my, class were appropriately dressed as Raggedy Ann and Andy. Their legs and arms were padded so that they looked like real life size rag dolls. They even had red yarn hair. Again I heard that crinkle when they walked and they both sorta walked funny. Bobby was a spaceman, with a silver costume with a helmet. But he crinkled and walked funny too. Karen was there too as a big blue and white teddy bear. Her mom made her costume in such a way that her arms and legs were over a foot in diameter! Her body was big and round, the head of her costume had a hole where her face was the only part showing. I noticed her hands were missing, just like a teddy she hadn't any hands! Upon closer examination I saw a zipper on the ends of her arms. She didn't walk too much but when she did she crinkled! This is really weird, I thought. later on I got a few of my friends together and I found out the truth. But you'll have to wait until the next installment to read about it and what happened after that Halloween... ***********************************************************************
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