This is a test. This is a test of the Emergency Diaper System. This is only a test. * obnoxious sounds* This concludes this test of the Emergency Diaper System. Had this been a real emergency....you'd have known !

Since I was working from home today, I changed out of my Red Bearon at shower time to a Bellisimo.   Had to cut that one a bit short as the mess inside it was starting to burn a bit.  Now in a Tiny Tails for the night. 

The big question is "why?" unless you need to make a special design not ordinarily available as for a super large, shay 60" waist or a situation where commercially available panties have legs and waist that are disproportional to your needs, or if you were producing for the market in material that had other than infantile designs. I would love some things in flower patterns (roses or daisies or both), dolls, fairy patterns, hearts or something more little girl than baby/toddler

"Going"

16: Slipping Further   Zoey woke up moaning softly to an orgasm and a soggy GoodNite from her session. “Fuck.” She cursed under her breath, seeing the wet patch on her black shorts. Dr. Mastermind quickly chastised, “Bad girl. That’s an adult word you aren’t allowed to use.” Zoey gulped looking up to him who already had a towel he was sliding under her bottom on the couch, wipes and a diaper out. She blinked at the diaper, “I am not wearing that during the day.” “You are.” He said, teasing her further, “If you’re going to start wetting during the day and night, I can’t trust you’ll stay dry on your own.” The belittling comments made her flushed, hot and bothered as he helped her pants and soggy GoodNite off. He took wipes to her bottom and front as she softly moaned from how sensitive she was to touch down there after orgasming. “Ah, ah, only good girls get treats. You were bad and it’s time for a spanking then your diaper.” He scolded as she laid there in pure humiliation and post orgasm state. She squirmed at his tone as if she were bad. His words and tone just made her more excited. He went to the other open side of the couch and patted his lap. She took a second as she realized she’d have to crawl over like a baby. She blushed as she went over his lap and he held her down with his strong arms. “I told you you’d get 15 last time we did this, didn’t I?” He asked, fingertips tracing her bottom. “I think.” She said, knowing it was 15 but hoping it’d be lower. She made a small yelp as she felt a sting, “16 sounds better.” He said, beginning to spank without mercy. She winced at the pain and the loudness, wondering if her house mates heard. If they were inside, she was sure they probably could tell what was going on. By the 16th spank, she was in tears underneath him and he pulled her up, kissing her forehead and cooing her. The aftercare and endorphins from the pain made it all worth it to her as she nuzzled into his chest, “Shhhhh, I’ll take care of you little one, don’t worry.” She nuzzled into him calming down, “I’m sorry for cursing.” “It’s okay.” He pulled back and looked her in the eyes, “How does a fresh diaper sound? I’m sure that will cheer you up.” He said, as if she were a small child. She frowned, knowing his cards now and that he enjoyed her humiliation… yet why did that make her more excited? She blushed as he pushed her onto the towel on the couch, opening the diaper and placing it under her. “After this change, I don’t think I’ll need to diaper you tonight, what do you think?” He asked, powdering her bottom, “Remember only a few sprinkled of powder.” Zoey was looking forward to that night and now that she was getting her diaper earlier, she didn’t think that she wouldn’t see him again that night. “I dunno if I’ll remember this time either what to do.” She said with a playful grin and his eyes flickered with something unreadable to her. “Hm, well then maybe I’ll have you write the steps 100 times in your sketchbook upstairs before our next session if you’re having memory problems.” He said, tilting his head as if he really wanted her to do it herself. “Never mind, I- uh, think I’ll remember this time.” She said, playing into his low key threat. She thought she understood Dr. Mastermind more since they talked about everything, and she thought this may just be roleplay but it was becoming apparent for him this was lifestyle and he wanted her to be his actual adult toddler baby. The back-and-forth mind games were exhausting for her though. “I can still come over tonight and make sure.” He offered, brushing her rosebud with his powdered thumb deliberately as she moaned in surprise that he did that. “Mmmph.” She mumbled, hips moving and wanting more. “You’re so easy to play with, my little Zoey.” He said, eyes bouncing at how reactive her body was to simple words and touches now. He pushed the front of her diaper over her and taped her quickly, “There, much better isn’t it?” He patted above her crotch and made sure not to hover over her sweet spots again. Zoey nodded, “I guess.” She got up and he helped her into new sweats he had in his closet. Zoey made mental note that he must have known that this was going to happen. “Wear you’re diaper today like a good girl and maybe you’ll get a reward tonight.” He said, eyes switching from serious to lustful in one sentence. She shifted on her feet with the bulky diaper now obviously between her thighs that she couldn’t close. It wasn’t just a daytime diaper but a thick nighttime one to her demise. She tried to not seem eager, “Okay, I’ll be good.” Even if she meant that she could be caught by the other house mates, she’d do it. She heard him chuckle as she slowly waddled out, the padding crinkling slightly with each move. It was bulky, louder than she thought and obvious. As she walked down the hallway and the light casted over the living area, she considered skipping lunch so that she wasn’t caught. She didn’t know if Ivy or Trident would notice but she didn’t want to push it. She walked into the dining room to see Ivy and Trident already eating and talking about what they were going to do after the program since they both left by the end of the week. “So you’re going back to the Super Forces?” Ivy asked Trident. “Unfortunately.” Trident said, piercing blue eyes falling on Zoey as she sat down slowly, “Are you okay?” He asked, eyeing her and the sudden awkwardness she was at the table. “Yep.” She said, looking to Ivy and Trident quickly before reaching for a sandwich that sat on the middle of the table. Ivy’s eyes studied Zoey’s puffy ones and looked to her food, “You can talk to us, you know. I won’t bite anymore.” She said with a flash of a smile. Zoey shook her head and just ate her sandwich, not wanting to talk about it. “What are your plans after leaving here, Zoey?” Trident asked after a moment of silence, changing the subject. Zoey was mid bite as she swallowed, “I guess go back to the Tower? Then plan my fake suicide attempt and maybe do what Sarah is.” She shrugged. Ivy laughed, “Yeah right, good luck with that.” She shook her head as Zoey gave her a confused look, “Sarah is wanted by the Agency. She has a false sense of security and if she’s found by the Agency, she may as well try to kill herself.” Her and Trident exchanged a look as Zoey scrunched her face in confusion. “Why though? Can’t we just quit, I don’t get it?” She asked. Trident sighed, looking up from his plate and considering what to let up on, “I mean… from working on the Super Forces and hearing what has happened to people who cross the Agency, it’s pretty fucked up.” He shook his head, “They don’t even let people quit, I’ve tried.” Ivy nodded, “I have too, that’s why I started doing Power X from my PTSD. People from the Super Force are fucked up.” She shook her head, eyes scrutinizing the table, “Luckily this program has made me forget a lot of it. I know about what happened, but I can’t remember in detail. I just know what to be aware of.” Ivy said, a glint of pain in her eyes. Zoey swallowed, feeling like she knew that Ivy may have been sexually assaulted like Zoey almost was. If not for Dr. Mastermind, she may have been the same as Ivy. “Me too.” Trident said with a serious tone, eyes meeting Ivy and then looking down, “It’s going to be hard to go back, but I know our options now.” His eyes flicked from Ivy to Zoey with an ounce of courage. Zoey was confused, as if she was missing a huge part of a plot in a book, “What options are you talking about?” Ivy looked to her, “To go back and be a part of Dr. Mastermind’s team or to go into hiding.” “I thought you thought he was an evil mastermind or something this morning?” Zoey said in confusion. Ivy nodded, “I did. Then I had my session, and he knew what I told you. We talked and I learned a lot about his vision, how he wants to protect us, humans and other future Supers from them.” Ivy said them as if referring to the Supers Force. She shrugged, “I believe him, I really do now. That’s why I’ve decided I’m going back to the Tower.” Zoey nodded, still beyond confused that she shifted, remembering the diaper snug around her hips. She went back to her food, not realizing that her situation may be worse than she initially thought. Zoey wasn’t alone in knowing how dark the Agency was, that was apparent.