Diaper References

Decided to check out this story since you don't seem to be getting very many comments.  From these first few sentences alone, I have a feeling I'm gonna relate to this dragon fairly strongly. 😅

Lamina has insulted the sanctuary and is not a mommy but a bitch. Lupa as Lucy herself says more big sister I am currently team Human

Almost worse than the wetness indicator are diapers that have the size printed prominently all over them - I get that it makes things easier for caregivers, but does my diaper need to shout XL! to everyone who sees it...? 

Chapter 7 - Two weeks later It’s been 2 weeks since Tom had his awkward conversation with his dad. That conversation, even more than the first, had further removed a lot of the embarrassment that he’d felt about wearing nappies. He’s worn them a lot, he’s had a few breaks, but each time the urge to put one on has been too great and he’s padded back up again soon after. He’s also been wetting himself much more when he’s in them. His dad was right, it’s much easier and it feels great. Each time he does it he gets a thrill and a feeling of elation like no other. To get a high some people drink, some do drugs, some wet themselves. His dad has really been great to him since he found his nappies. He could not have been kinder and more accepting. He’s been dedicated to making sure Tom feels safe to explore his desires in the comfort of their home, without any judgement or shame. Tom’s thought a lot about his dad’s comments about changing him. He’s fantasied about it a little, but he’s been scared that if it were real he’d freak out. No one but him has seen his bits in at least 10 years. Several times though, he has been tempted to ask “Dad, can you change me?” It was on the tip of his tongue last night as he sat on the sofa sopping wet, but it just felt too weird and he’s not said anything. The fact his dad has said nothing either, after his initial offer, gave Tom the confidence he’s in control and his dad will only do what he’s happy with. As Tom puts down his spoon after his breakfast the question is on the tip of his tongue again, but this time it finally comes out. ‘Dad’ he says softly. ‘After I’ve had my shower, would you change me?’ His dad looked at him flustered, it caught him off guard. ‘No, no, you err, you are capable of doing it yourself aren’t you’ he replied. ‘Oh’ said Tom, after having built up the courage he is disappointed by the unexpected rebuttal. ‘I thought you wanted to’. His dad looks into his cereal bowl. ‘I do, I really do, but it’s not something I can do, it’s just not right, a dad should not be changing the nappy of his adult son’. He replied. Tom fiddled with his spoon in the bowl. ‘I’m sure there are lots of parents out there with adult sons in nappies, who change them, for whatever reason. ‘Please dad, I’ve built up the courage to ask, and I want you to change me, maybe just once so I can see what it’s like?’ said Tom fairly insistently. ‘Really, you want me to do that? You trust me to do that?’ Asked his dad with hope in his eyes. ‘I can’t promise I won’t freak out, but I think I do’ said Tom with an awkward smile. — After Tom had, had his shower he walked into his room. His dad had unpacked his nappies and placed about 10 of them on a shelf, in full display to anyone who came in, not that anyone would come in. He’d laid a towel on the bed and had a nappy in his hand already unfolded and fluffed up. ‘Are you sure you want me to do this son?’ He asked. ‘No, but I want to try, please do it for me’ said Tom as he slowly and anxiously removed the towel around him and laid himself on the towel his dad had laid out on his bed. Both he and his dad were shaking with nerves, it felt extremely strange and awkward for them both. Whilst they’d both thought about what it would be like, actually doing it was another thing entirely. ‘Lift your bottom up son’ said his dad as he slid Tom’s nappy under him. As Tom held his bum up, his dad very gently and nervously applied some cream to his buttocks. ‘Do you want me to put it on your willy too son or do you want to do that?’ Asked his dad. Tom leaned upwards ‘No you do it’ he said. His dad started to rub in the cream, it was extremely sensitive for Tom, he was now terrified of getting a hard on in front of his dad, but thankfully his nerves stopped that. ‘Ok son, down you go, legs open’ his dad said as he wiped his hands with a wipe. Tom opened his legs and his dad pulled the nappy up snuggly, gently pushing his penis down into it. He then very carefully and accurately applied the tapes, 1, 2, 3, 4. Once done he said ‘Up’ before running his fingers around Tom’s bum to raise his leg guards.  Whilst Tom had done that himself it tickled to have someone else do it, and he giggled. Which made them both laugh and broke the nervous tension. ‘Thanks Dad’ said Tom, once the process was complete. ‘That was nice, much nicer than doing it myself’. Then, completely unexpectedly for them both, his dad burst into tears. ‘Oh son, you don’t know how much that meant to me to do that for you’ he said. ‘Any time you need it, I’m there for you. Wet ones, messy ones, whatever, just ask me and I’ll do it’. Tom got off the bed to comfort his dad. He walked up to him and put his arms around him. ‘You are a silly old thing, I love you so much dad’. he said into his shoulder. ‘Love you too son, your everything in the world to me, you know that don’t you’.   Chapter 8 - The Tailor ‘Dad! Dad! I’ve got an interview!’ Tom screamed down the stairs in excitement. ‘Great, where?’ Asked his dad as he put down his book. ‘Just up the road on the business park, an Architecture consultancy’. ‘That’s great news, when is it?’ ‘Tomorrow!’ replied Tom excitedly. Then he remembered, his interview suit has a huge cigarette burn on the arm. ‘Oh crap, I’ve just remembered, my suit is ruined!’ ‘What do you mean?’ Asked his dad. ‘What’s happened to it?’ ‘Some arsehole, walked into me with a burning cigarette and burnt a hole in the arm’ said Tom frustratedly. ‘Go get it, let me see’ said his dad. After looking at the burn hole he shook his head. ‘We gotta get you a new suit, like, today!’. ‘Do you not have work?’ asked Tom. ‘This is more important,, come on let’s go, get your jacket, we can go to the suit place on the high street, they’ll have something. ‘Right ok, I erm..I better take off this nappy I guess’ said Tom regretfully. His dad stood and gave it some thought. ‘I guess it depends on whether you would feel more relaxed if you were nappied for the interview. I’m sure your nerves get the better of you. If your nappies relax you then,I think you should wear it and you’ll need to make sure you have a suit which will fit over the top of it. ‘Right, err, yeah I guess I would be more relaxed’ Tom said thinking it through. ‘Ok let’s go then’. The high street (the local shopping street) was only a short walk. They walked into the rather posh looking Tailors. Behind the counter an older man stood peering down the end of his nose. ‘Good afternoon gentlemen’ he said in a frightfully posh British accent. ‘How can I help you today?’ Before Tom could open his mouth his dad jumped in ‘I’m looking for a suit for my son here, he’s got an interview tomorrow’. ‘Tomorrow?’ enquired the man surprised. ‘We can’t tailor a suit by tomorrow, we’ll have to find you a ready made I’m afraid’. ‘That’s fine’ said Tom, looking at his dad for reassurance. The man called out ‘Arthur, please could you assist these gentlemen with a ready made’. They both turned to a young man, perhaps just a couple of years older than Tom. ‘Yes father’ he said obediently. ‘Come this way gentlemen’. They made their way over to the fitting area, where the young man, Arthur, grabbed his tape measure and immediately knelt down in front of Tom. Tom’s face was a picture. He threw a panicked look at his dad. ‘It’s fine’ his dad mouth back. Arthur measured his height, chest, waist and outside leg. He then took the tape measure and measured his inside leg. As he pulled his hand up he bumped the back of his wrist into the bottom of Tom’s nappy. ‘Oh sorry sir’ he said, thinking he’d whacked him in the balls. Tom didn’t say a thing, he was frozen with nerves. ‘This one should fit’ said Arthur, handing over a nice dark grey suit. ‘You’ve got a lovely slim figure’ so I recommend a slim fit suit. ‘Do you like the colour?’ ‘Yes’ said Tom taking it. ‘Ok, please go into the fitting room and try it on’ said Arthur gesturing the way. Tom took the suit and nervously made his way into the fitting room. He pulled the rather dilapidated curtain across trying to make sure there were no gaps, but as he closed it one side it opened slightly the other. After much fussing, he had to give up. He took off his shoes and jeans and then his t-shirt. The changing room had mirrors angled on all three walls, giving an almost 360 degree view. This is the first time Tom got a look at himself all around in his nappy. He stood there staring at himself for a while. He’d never really realised how big it was at the back, or how much it protruded from his thighs at the front. He was a little wet, which didn’t help. Did he like what he saw? Overall yes he did. He felt kind of special in it, different from everyone else. His dad had fitted that nappy on him, no one else he could think of at his age had that from their father. He admired the way the leg guards ran up his buttocks and then opened his legs slightly to show the wet spot which had contained his earlier “accident”. ‘You alright in there?’ He heard his dad call out. ‘Yeah, sorry, coming’ called out Tom. He hurriedly put on the “fitting shirt” that Arthur had given him to try the suit on with, then pulled up the trousers. He pulled them right up and then tried to button them up. He managed to get the button done up and eventually after some compressing of his nappy, the zip. He looked in the mirror, the trousers looked like they were going to explode at the groin. His bum looked considerably oversized for his frame. ‘It doesn’t fit’ Tom called out from the changing cubical. ‘May I see sir?’ asked Arthur politely. ‘I assure you it doesn’t fit! called out Tom. ‘If I could just see where, I can see if we have something else’ asked Arthur politely. ‘Round the crotch and backside!’ called out Tom. ‘It may just need taking out a little’ said Arthur. ‘We can do that for you, please step out and I’ll take a look. Tom’s heart was thumping in his chest. This was incredibly embarrassing, why on earth had his dad suggested he wore a nappy to this suit fitting! He put on the jacket to cover the bulging trousers and stepped out. ‘The jacket fits nicely’ said his dad. Arthur stepped forward. ‘Yes it does, if I could ask you to remove the jacket though please sir so I can get a look at the trousers’. Tom looked at his dad and shook his head. His dad nodded back, as if to say. “You’ve got to, don’t worry”. Tom took a deep breath and slowly removed the jacket. As he stood there with the trousers bulging awkwardly at the groin and bum, his face was bright red. ‘Oh’ said Arthur surprised. ‘You are a little bigger round than the buttocks and crotch than I was expecting’. He knelt slightly in front of Tom and pulled at the trousers to try and figure out what was going on. ‘These come with a little extra fabric in the seams, we can take them out a bit, give you more room at the seat’. ‘Quite a lot more room!’ said Tom anxiously. ‘Thing is’ said his dad. ‘We need this today, he’s got an interview tomorrow’. ‘Let me ask my father’ said Arthur. ‘Mr Marsden can you come over here a moment?’ called Arthur.  How formal thought Tom. He could never imagine calling his dad Mr Collins. Mr Marsden came over. ‘Oh I see’ he said. ‘They fit exquisitely in the legs, but tight round the buttocks and groin. I guess it’s either a bigger size and take in the waist or take these out at the seat. Can you untuck the shirt for me.’  A flush of panic came over Tom. ‘Don’t be shy’ said Mr Marsden. ‘I’ve seen it all before, as they say’. Tom untucked the shirt, but absolutely did not lift it up. It was Mr Marsden that did that. As he did he revealed the waist band and top 25% of Tom’s nappy, right there in front of the three of them, top tapes and all. There was absolutely no mistaking what it was. ‘Oh I see’ said Mr Marsden calmly. ‘I did wonder what was going on there. If you pop these off in the changing room and we’ll see if we can take them out enough to fit comfortably over your erm…your…undergarment.’ As Tom turned to go into the changing room, his face was so red it was burning. He could not wait to get out of here. He tore the trousers off and put his jeans and t-shirt back on before returning back to the measuring area and handing them over, without making any eye contact. ‘Ok’ said Mr Marsden ‘Inspecting the amount of extra material in the seams. ‘I think there’s plenty of extra material here to bring the seat out of these and give them more room. As it’s an emergency we can do them this afternoon. Pop back in between 4 and 5. Arthur, you can do these. If you just bring them out here, here and here, that should give him plenty of room to cover his erm…underwear. With that Tom’s dad paid and they left the shop, promising to return later. As Tom walked out he breathed out a massive sign of relief. ‘That was the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me in my life!’ He shouted at his dad. ‘Why did you make me go in this thing?’ ‘I didn’t’ he replied. ‘I just suggested it and you agreed’. Tom didn’t say a word as they walked home. — When they got home Tom immediately went upstairs to his room. He pulled off his jeans, and ripped off his nappy, throwing it in a nappy bag. He went straight to his underwear draw and pulled out a set of regular boxers and pulled them on, before putting his jeans back on. He then threw himself down on his bed in a huff, trying to not think about the cringing embarrassment he’d just felt. As he laid there he looked across at the nappies on the shelf. He leaped off the bed, grabbed them, and then threw them into the bottom of his wardrobe out of sight. He couldn’t look at them. Sitting downstairs his dad could tell Tom was upset and angry. He wanted to go up and talk to him, but he wasn’t sure how he’d react. Maybe he’d pushed him too far? If he had, he felt bad about it. Eventually Tom came down and joined him in the lounge. He stood confidently in the middle of the room. ‘Dad’ he said with sureity. ‘Thank you for all the support as I explored that, I really appreciate it, but it’s over now’. He lifted his t-shirt slightly to show the waistband of his jockey boxers and pulled it out snapping the elastic against himself. ‘Ok, sure thing’ said his dad returning to his book. ‘What does that mean?’ Said Tom angrily. ‘What? said this dad.  ‘What do you want me to say?’ ‘I dunno’ said Tom. ‘I expected more of a reaction than that. ‘Ok, well, if you’re done you’re done’ said his dad. ‘I am done. I’m not wearing them again’ said Tom sure of himself. ‘You can put the remaining ones on eBay or throw them away or something’. ‘Ok, will do’ replied his dad.   Chapter 9 - Purge So that was it, Tom was done. He was absolutely sure of that. He had his interview the next day - no nappy, and it went pretty well. He wasn’t sure if they’ll ask him back or not, but he felt a little more confident than the last time. Over the next few days he was obsessively checking his email. Every time a new one came in his heart skipped a beat, only for it to be some junk subscription email. It was getting him down and whilst he wouldn’t admit it, so was the loss of the magical feelings he’d had from nappy wearing. He also felt like he’d lost some of the closeness to his dad. When his dad changed him over the last couple of days he felt so close to him, now that wasn’t necessary and his dad was keeping himself to himself working in his study all day. Tom felt bored and lonely all over again. He was beginning to hugely regret telling his dad he didn’t want to wear anymore. As the embarrassment from the Tailors wore off, the feeling of loss from what he’d given up grew stronger. Could he swallow his pride and go and tell his dad he’d made a mistake? How would he tell him? Would he still be supportive? Would his dad still change him, or had he had enough? He went over to the wardrobe, where the nappies from the shelf were still strewn in the bottom. He picked one up and held it. That feeling, that magical feeling welled up inside him. He wanted nothing more in the world than for his dad to walk in and put it on him. He took a deep breath, and went down to his dad’s study, gently tapping on the door. ‘What’s up?’ Called his dad without turning. ‘Can you change me?’ Tom asked softly. His dad turned around and looked at him. ‘You told me you’d given that up?’ he said. ‘I know, I was wrong, sorry.’ Said Tom sheepishly. ‘Right, well of course I can’ he said holding his hand out to take the nappy, which Tom passed over to him. They made their way upstairs, and just like before, his dad creamed, powered and changed him on the bed. When he was done, he stood at the end of the bed looking at Tom. ‘Well I did wonder how long it would be’ he said matter of factly. ‘I’m sorry dad’ said Tom with a tear rolling down his cheek. ‘Hey mate, don’t get upset’ said his dad gently as he made his way around to the side of the bed. He knelt down by the side, so his face was close to Tom’s. ‘What you sorry for? What you getting all upset for?’ Tom’s tears turned in more of a sob. ‘That I’ve asked you for this again. I thought I could stop, I thought I was done. I’m sorry for messing you about’. ‘Oh son’ said his dad wiping away Tom’s tears with a tissue. He looked down at Tom’s nappy and put his hand on it. ‘I knew you’d have to go back in them. No one gets over this compulsion, fetish, addiction, need or whatever it is that quickly. Some people are past it in a few years, others….well…for them it never passes, they wear nappies for the rest of their lives’. ‘Years?’ asked Tom sitting up alarmed. ‘The rest of my life??’ ‘Who knows’ shrugged his dad. ‘But yeah, if my experience is anything to go by, at least years. But it’s fine, it doesn’t matter’. ‘But it’s so difficult…’ said Tom frustratedly, looking out of the window with sad teary eyes. ‘What’s difficult?’ Asked his dad. I’m making it as easy as possible for you aren’t I’? ‘Yeah, you are’ replied Tom. ‘But in the suit shop it was awful, and if I get this job, I can’t go to work still in bloody nappies can I?’ ‘I don’t know how you remember the Tailors Tom, but I don’t recall them being anything other than professional about it. Did they kick us out? Did anyone laugh at you?’ ‘No’ replied Tom. ‘So the only person who was embarrassed, was you, no one else there was. They just adjusted the trousers to fit, because all they care about is selling you, well me, a suit for £400’ said his dad with a slight laugh. ‘Heh’ Tom chucked over his tears. ‘There’s no reason why you can’t live a perfectly normal life, with that nappy on’ said his dad looking at it. ‘I learnt this long ago, it’s your life you’re living, no one else’s, you just remember that. Don’t stop doing something which makes you happy, just to satisfy some guy in a shop you’ll likely never meet again and who hasn’t given you a second thought since anyway’. ‘Yeah, I know’ said Tom looking at his dad. ‘You don’t have to explain to anyone, ever, why you’re in nappies. It’s got nothing to do with anyone else’ said his dad reassuringly. ‘Yeah’ said Tom. ‘I’ll tell you one thing though’ His dad said getting up. ‘Changing you on this bed doesn’t do anything for my back, it’s too low’. ‘Oh right’ said Tom ‘shall we do it on the floor?’ His dad stood up thinking. ‘I’ll do you a deal’ he said. ‘If we’ve had no more of this silliness in a month’s time and you still want to carry on, I’ll get the spare room adapted with proper facilities’. ‘What do you mean?’ Asked Tom. ‘A built in changing table with a padded matt, at the right height, maybe a hoist to hold up your legs’ we’ll see. ‘Cool!!’ said Tom sitting up further. ‘Yeah’ replied his dad. ‘But if I’m going to start paying out for facilities, I don’t want to see any more of this…giving up on yourself…this denial, ok?’ ‘Ok’ said Tom. ‘So I gotta wear them all the time?’ ‘No’ replied his dad. ‘There are no rules, you know that, but what I’m saying is, if you do start wearing them all the time, I will get the appropriate facilities installed to make it easier for both of us’. ‘Right…’ said Tom, still a little confused.

Well the next time your on, let me know. I can give you some uniques that would work with the build your running if you want.      Ive had the stash tabs for close to 3 years.  I started getting them when they came out and only when they went on sale. I have a spare Tabula as well.