Bedwetting Desires

I'm well acquainted with that same problem. ALL of the Chinese clone diapers (Megamax V1 included) that are made in China, come from the same few machines. IMHO, Their two biggest flaws are too much SAP, which like you mentioned clogs the padding and prevents wicking. And then there's that darned "no lower tapes" design flaw. The front landing zone is too limited, and forces the lowest tape to be positioned in the middle of the back wings. Hence no lower tapes. This lack of a lower tape doesn't allow for a snug enough fit around the legs. And having it loose at the legs will mean premature leaks around the legs. While this type of fit works for plenty our there, it doesn't work for me. And none of them are what I'd consider trustworthy. Both defeciencies combined mean they all will leak before even reaching 25% total capacity. That goes for BeDry, Sunkiss, Rearz, NRU, Tykables, Bambino, etc. It is possible to add your own lower tapes for a truly snug fit, which will increase their capacity to about 40-50%. Bit we shouldn't have to modify every diaper just to get it to work though. Which is a shame since I love a bunch of their prints. Northshore Megamax V2.1 is better. Again, my experience, my opinion. I can angle the tapes low enough and it will work pretty good. Wicking does happen with the newest version, but only a small amount. As a side sleeper with a heavy output, I've found they need a booster. Boosters wick excellently, and increase the Megamax capacity to a true 100%. Northshore Supreme is absolutely the best for wicking. It has no SAP though, so while you can expect near 100% use out of it, it's total capacity is much lower. Still more than any of the Chinese clone diapers though. Betterdry (and Crinklz) is another good one to try. Their second chance tapes are weak, but wicking and total absorpion are decent. They've been through a recent decline though. Supply issues made them rethink cutting more corners during production. They're not as good as they used to be, but still good for daytime use. Abena, Teni, and Seni are all mid-grade diapers. Better than anything you'd get from a store, and while thinner they're not quite as good at total absorption as the Chinese diapers are. If you're looking for a cheap 4-hour diaper then go for there. But if you need reliability then forget them.  

The large boy, Billy Smigen, was sitting on her stomach and he was heavy. He had grown dramatically over the past three years. But it wasn't his size that concerned Sarah. It was his eyes. They were cold and penetrating. His icy stare transferred into Sarah and distributed cold down her limbs. Sarah did not feel she was in danger and imagined this might be some sort of an initiation ritual. That feeling quickly drained away when Billy spoke. "Do you remember me?" He asked deliberately. Sarah weighed her response carefully. "Yeah, sure I do!" she answered. "I'm Billy Smigen, the kid you picked on." He sneered. "I lied. I don't remember you." She said. Sarah tensed her arm and tried to pry it free it from the strangle hold of two blond girls. A good number of the children were practically sitting on her. Then it began. A rapid barrage of suggestions. "Make her eat snow!" "Make her eat dirt!" "Let's toss her in the pond." "Punch her!" Billy held up his hand and the small crowd went quiet. Billy leaned close to Sarah's face. "Do you remember you called me a kid. A little kid. You shoved me in the snow and stole my underwear and threw my pants over that tree limb." Sarah's eyes had now adjusted. She strained past the children for an avenue of escape but was only met by the dark hedge. She struggled against her captors again. "Stop it. You're not going anywhere. Not 'til we're done with ya." Billy said flatly. "Look I didn't do anything. Let me up. You children need to get off of me!" Sarah felt her back getting wetter and colder. Her panic rose and, in a giant, move she suddenly arched her back. The kids holding her left arm readjusted their grip but soon lost it. Sarah spooled over and bucked Billy up and back. He landed with a thud in the snow a few feet away. The other children tried to regroup but Sarah swept her hand down through the snow and then up. A few kids yelled as the icy white splashed them. Possessed Sarah crawled on her hands and knees towards a break in the bushes. But as she reached the opening the large hand of Billy Smigen wrapped around her ankle and yanked hard. He dragged her back and landed a hard swat to her butt. Suddenly four more kids jumped onto her and knocked the wind out of Sarah. Heaving and in pain she realized she was pinned. Sarah felt a hand wriggle under her dress and find the waistband of her panties. Her scream was instantly muffled with a convenient scarf. Billy's hand pulled downward. From under the scarf Sarah heard the muffled hoorays of children as if they had discovered a candy motherlode. Brisk cold air instantly washed over Sarah's bare buttocks as her skirt was flipped onto her back. This only lasted a second before it was replaced by a hot searing pain. The pain of Billy Smigen spanking her! He only managed to land five or six slaps before her instinct surfaced. Sarah freed one foot and sprung it squarely into Billy's groin which sent him sprawling back with a loud agonized scream. The other children stepped back in horror as Sarah scrambled through the hedge. Bob Brady took an enormous amount of pride in his performance at The Grand Hotel. He had been the featured pianist in the lobby for the past five Christmases. It wasn't the greatest gig in the world but at age fifty-five options began to disappear for the aging musician. However, Bob did thoroughly enjoy the smiles from the guests as they zoomed past his baby grand Baldwin. Occasionally someone would stop and chat for a moment. Bob felt very accomplished that he could maintain an entire conversation without missing a note. So, it was with great dismay that his hand slipped as he observed the statuesque blond cross his field of vision. Especially since he was alone at his keys. She created a beautiful picture and it was accentuated when she accidentally dropped her valet claim ticket and bent over to pick it up. She was young but confidently striking. Bob quickly glanced around and sighed with relief that his faux pas had been missed. Several male clerks stumbled to assist her when she approached the front desk. "Excuse me? Where is the Breckman Technologies Christmas party?" "Oh, uh downstairs in the Cherub Room. Would you like me to escort you?" The clerk asked eagerly. "No thank you. I'll find it." She smiled. Anthony, the desk clerk, swallowed hard and watched her black velvet dress disappear around the corner. Fifteen minutes later Bob observed the same beautiful blond storm furiously back up the stairs away from the party. He watched her pace back and forth as he tripped through the chorus of Santa Claus is Coming To Town. She quickly clenched her fists and walked directly into the gift shop. A moment later she emerged with a pack of Capri cigarettes. She toyed with the unopened package of Capris then disappeared down a hallway. Sarah did not know where she was going. Eyes blinded by tears and strained by the cold she ran. Left, right then left again and through several doors had deposited her into a service walkway of gray cement blocks. All she wanted to do now was run. She wanted to go home and strip off this masquerade but minus any money or credit cards meant she was stranded for the duration. She knew she could convince Don to take her home but only at the risk of damaging his reputation. She had made a promise. If she could just get back to the party and stay by Don's side, she knew everything would be alright. Later she would tell him the story and retribution would be hers. The movie of her dressed in a professional business suit spanking a tiny Billy Smigen played through her head. Down the soft carpeted hallway, the plastic crackle of a cigarette package echoed. Alone the blond girl had wandered aimlessly away from the festivities of the lobby to debate her departure. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted. Behind a closed service door, a loud crash of metal mixing bowls hit the hard kitchen floor followed by the appearance of a young girl. The staff's voices chased her into the hallway. "Hey kid!" "Watch it!" "You can't run through here!" As if to answer the calls the young girl still moving forward turned her head backwards toward the door momentarily. Sarah slammed directly into the tall blond. "Hey! Slow down. Are you alright?" She asked. Sarah spun and faced her. "Yes. I'm fine." Sarah answered with labored breath. Sarah noticed her expression and continued. "Some kids were chasing me." Her eyes moved over Sarah's ensemble. "Oh, I'm doing a favor for friend. A neighbor really. He asked me to...well it's uh complicated." Sarah realized she was gesturing aimlessly in the air and stopped. "You're a bit old for an outfit like this aren't you?" The blond inquired. "Yes. That's the complicated part. It's Don's...it was his daughter's and..." "Kinky." "No, nothing like that! Uh, are you with the party downstairs?" "No, but I was meeting someone." Sarah paused as she noticed a slight twinge in the blond woman's face then stammered nervously further. "See he had this Christmas party and his real daughter couldn't come and so...uh I know this sounds silly." Sarah apologized. The blond stared at Sarah. "It's just for tonight..." "No, I think I get it. You're pretending to be his daughter so he will look good for his boss. Very clever." She ticked. "Well, I guess you look pretty convincing." The blond woman turned to walk away. "You said pretty convincing. What did you mean pretty convincing?" Sarah said as she stepped toward her. "Well, for starters, your hairstyle. You just pulled it back. And those shoes are wrong. You just look too grown up." Sarah argued for a moment. "Suit yourself but if you really wanted to look young your hair would be different. I can help you fix it if you want. And you probably should clean yourself up. You're bleeding." Sarah looked down at her wet dress and skinned knees caked with dirt. "You can go back to the party like that if you want but it might be a bit embarrassing for your friend." "No. That's the last thing he wants. I can't believe those kids jumped me. They were like a gang or something. Sorry...it's just they really rattled me. I can't believe they did that!" "My name is Sarah." She said extending her hand. "Well, Heather for tonight." "Nice to meet you, Heather. My name is Veronica." the blond said. "That's a pretty name." "Thank you. It was my mother's middle name." Veronica smiled deeply. They walked toward the ladies room and Sarah elaborated her tale with details of her encounter in the snow. "That's terrible." Veronica stopped. "You know, it's pretty busy in there. Why don't we go down here? We'll have more privacy." Sarah agreed. At that moment there seemed to be a parade of women moving in and out of the ladies’ room. Veronica steered Sarah into a deserted sitting area. It was set deep into the wall surrounded by heavy molding and designed as a quiet retreat from the main thoroughfare. A Victorian settee, a rosewood side table and a Thomas Kinkade painting completed the solace. Sarah sat down while Veronica disappeared briefly then reappeared. "Wow. The ladies’ room is well stocked. But it's a madhouse in there. I'm glad we're over here. We wouldn't have had any privacy in there." "And someone might have seen me." Sarah added. Veronica nodded then armed with the wet washcloth she had added to her arsenal she cleaned Sarah's knees. Sarah winced. "I think it's okay. It was just dirty. They're only skinned." Veronica removed the loose twigs and debris that adhered to Sarah's dress. But when Veronica made a move toward Sarah's face, she recoiled. "Hey." Sarah snapped. "You have dirt on your face." "Well, I can do that myself." Sarah said. Veronica stood up and looked down on Sarah. She was silent. Sarah already felt foolish allowing this stranger to fuss over her. It was all too reminiscent of trips with her mother into powder rooms of her past. "Sorry. I know you're just helping." Sarah said softly. Veronica smiled as she wiped away the last of Sarah's adulthood. "Uh-oh. Looks like your shoes and socks are really muddy and wet." Veronica knelt down and pried them off. In her present position Veronica's vantage point gave her a clear view up Sarah's legs. She stifled a small giggle when she spied Sarah's smooth bare privates. Fascinated she tried not to stare but Sarah's pussy did not have any lips. Instead it was a smooth slit. This was not unusual in women but to Veronica it enhanced her already youthful appearance. "I'll see if I can't get these dry or maybe even find you another pair. I'll be right back. Stay right there." Veronica commanded. Sarah sat obediently. Soft Christmas music filled the nearby hallway. She listened to Nat King Cole then Elvis, then Darlene Love. Sarah wanted to move but was under the impression Veronica would return soon. "Got it." Veronica announced as she held up a Grand Hotel gift shop bag. She settled and dug into the bag. "Now let's fix that hair." Veronica brandished a pair of scissors. "No. We don't need to do that. My hair is fine." "Really?" Veronica reached up and pulled a leaf of ivy from Sarah's hair and showed it to her. "You're a mess and you have dirt or sap or something stuck in it. I used to trim my own hair all the time." "I don't know. It just seems we're getting pretty deep here. I just wanted to clean up. I should get back." Veronica stood and placed her hands on her hips. Sarah's mind again flashed to her mother's defensive behavior when confronted with her stubbornness. Wearily her shoulders instinctively slumped. "Okay, but just be careful." She shook the maternal memory away. "I will. I'm just going to trim out the sticky part." Veronica quickly snipped and gripped portions of Sarah's hair. Occasionally she barked a request. "Turn, lower your head or close your eyes." After the haircut she brushed and fussed a bit more as the anticipation and anxiety welled in Sarah. Finally, Veronica triumphantly exclaimed. "Voila! You look great. You said you wanted to look young. Well, now you do." "Okay." Sarah said quietly. The absence of a mirror left her little choice but to agree. "I should get going. There’re a few things I bought at the gift shop for you. I noticed you didn't have any panties. It didn't cost much so don't worry about it. Maybe, buy me a drink." Veronica looked Sarah up and down." Well maybe I'll have to buy you a drink." "Uh, Thank you. Really. Thanks for all your help." Sarah said. Veronica walked back and hugged Sarah, her breasts smothered her face for a moment. "See you downstairs. Don't be too long, remember your friend." Sarah dug inside the bag and found white tights and pair of simple black shoes. At first Sarah thought the package of white tights was a joke. The photo on the front of the package obviously meant they were for a young girl. However, without panties she opted to wear them. It was cold outside. She pulled off her wet knee socks and tossed them aside. The tights were a very snug fit and the last few inches were a bit of a struggle. At one point Sarah was unsure they would even fit at all, but they stretched and snapped over her legs and butt tightly. They seem to compress everything. If her legs appeared thin before now, they were childishly coltish. And her bottom had lost all of its shapeliness and resembled a young boy's. The shoes were little more than slippers, but they were better than her muddy ones. Sarah looked around for her old shoes and realized Veronica must've taken them by mistake. Sarah hurried back downstairs and peered apprehensively into the Cherub Room. She felt like she had been gone for an eternity. By now she was sure Don was searching for her, but the scene had remained the same. Don was still talking with his group. And no one seemed to notice as she reentered the party. Slowly she moved across the room towards Don and mingled close to other adults pretending to listen. She feared the gang of kids would find her again but reassured herself that they would never try anything in a room full of adults. Soon the congratulatory speeches would commence. Then afterward they would go home. She was still undecided as to whether she would tell Don about the incident in the snow. Her thoughts drifted to the ride home and a job well done. When they arrived Don would escort her inside and nature would overtake them both. She lingered in her daydream, but it was quickly interrupted. "Are you Heather Partsteed? Don's daughter?" An older woman steamed. "Uh...yes." "Come with me." The older woman gripped her upper arm and maneuvered her through the sea of partygoers. Sarah desperately tried to signal Don, but the older woman pulled her too swiftly. Oblivious Don remained engrossed in full conversation. The older woman's hold was strong. Sarah wanted to protest but was still afraid of causing any embarrassment for Don. On the opposite side of the room, separated from the party, against the far wall stood Billy Smigen and three other women. As they moved closer Sarah noticed that Billy was sniffling and that one of the women was Veronica. "Perhaps we would be better suited to do this in here so as not to disturb the party." The older woman stated. The others nodded their heads and before Sarah could even speak, she found herself being ushered into the adjacent room. It was similar in style but much smaller. Several large red leather chairs stood around the room and the faint odor of stale cigars permeated the air. The only heat in the room emanated from a large brick fireplace where a small blaze flickered calmly. The four women sat down, and Billy instinctually stepped off to the side. The women smoothed their skirts and adjusted their chairs to face Sarah. Sarah moved to sit in one of the open chairs but a small nod from Veronica waved her off. One of the other women turned to Billy. "Is this the girl?" Billy nodded then sniffed. "You may go." The older spoke. "No. I think he should stay for this" The first woman said. Frustrated Sarah blurted out. "He attacked me!" No one moved. The stillness became too much for her and she spoke again. "What the hell is going on? What is this?" "You see." The third woman said. "We are all very aware of your behavior now and in the past. You have been a major disruption at these events for long enough and tonight it is going to stop." The older woman announced. Her eyes bore into Sarah's. Sarah glanced at Veronica in a plea for answers. "Look at me when I am speaking to you." Sarah snapped her attention back to the older woman as she continued. "Tonight however, you have crossed the line. You could have seriously injured this boy with your violence." "That is something we will not tolerate." The second woman quipped. The older woman grimaced at the interruption then spoke again. "Obviously, your father has not taken a firm enough hand with you. So, we are taking matters into our own hands." The older woman gestured at the other occupants of the chairs. "I think it only fitting that Billy's mother is present and the other event planning committee members of which whose parties you have attempted to single- handedly destroy year after year." "And of course, your aunt who gave us full permission." The older woman waved a hand in Veronica's direction. Sarah was too shocked to speak but managed to squeak out. "My aunt? Permission for what?" Veronica held up a hand and the other women relaxed. She leaned in and spoke quietly to Sarah. "I had to tell them something. So, I said I was your aunt. I overheard them talking about you and that boy. They were really mad. They talked about calling the cops, so I stepped in. I thought calling the cops would be really bad for your friend. So, I said I would take care of it. I said I would punish you at home. I figured we would have a laugh about it later. I no idea she was going to storm out there and snatch you up." "What do you mean punish?" Sarah whispered. Veronica ignored her. "I know this Mrs. Conroy, she's tough. They're all terribly upset. They're not going to just let this go. They think you might have really hurt that boy." "He attacked me. They all did. Did you tell them that?" "I tried but they are very set." Veronica moved back to her chair. "Alright. Let's take care of this right now." The older woman rose from her chair. "I had hoped that your aunt would be able to deal with this directly, but I have certainly handled many a young girl in my day and I have no qualms in punishing this hellion on my own. Martha, the door please." The second woman moved to the door. "Wait a minute!" Sarah shouted. The room stopped. "She is not my aunt. This is ridiculous. This whole thing has been a lie. I don't want to have to tell you this, but I am not Don Parsteed's daughter. I'm his neighbor. I know. He told me all about this company and your family only policies. I agreed to help him out. I know I am getting him in trouble, but this has gone far enough. That boy attacked me! All his friends did." "Miss Parsteed. Heather. We have heard all your lies before and frankly the time for talking is done." Mrs. Conroy spoke solemnly. "It's not a lie. To be perfectly honest..." She sighed. "I'm twenty-six." Silence followed by uproarious laughter filled the room. The sound stung Sarah beyond her senses. How could this be so unbelievable to these women? Surely, they can see I'm not a child she thought. "I have ID. I have a degree in marketing..." Sarah stammered shocked by their reaction. The laughter faded into a low chuckle. "I do!" Sarah emphasized with a stamp of her foot. An action that caused two of the women to resume their laughter. "Well let's see this ID of yours then." Mrs. Conroy quizzed as she extended her open hand. "Maybe it's in here!" Martha ripped the small purse off Sarah's arm. "Hey!" Sarah snapped. The chain dangled and rattled as Martha pried open the tiny purse. "Come here." Mrs. Conroy clipped. She placed her strong hands on Sarah's shoulders and pushed her towards the smoky mirror on the wall. "Now, what do you see?" For the first time since her makeover session with Veronica, Sarah saw herself. She was shocked. Her mouth hung open. She tried to reconcile the image before her but was unable to even speak. In the mirror, staring back at her was a little girl. In her enthusiasm Veronica had cut the front part of her hair into bangs and managed to weave the remaining hair into two braided pigtails! The added white barrettes, lack of makeup, velvet dress and white tights produced a startling effect that was a deep drink from the fountain of youth. The loss of her original heels enhanced her reduced form. She looked even shorter. And Mrs. Conroy appeared as a giant. "Now does that look like a grownup to you Heather?" Mrs. Conroy condescended. Sarah eyes spotted Veronica in the mirror smiling. In a blind rage, fueled by embarrassment and frustration, Sarah threw herself at Veronica. "What did you do?! I look like I'm twelve years old. You cut my hair! You ruined my hair!" She screamed. The first blow landed hard into Veronica's stomach. She doubled over and backed away. She advanced to strike again but two giant hands descended onto Sarah and wrapped around her arms. Veronica straightened up; her breath played staccato for moment then calmed. "You know what Mrs. Conroy? Perhaps you are right, and I should just handle this myself properly right now." Veronica stated coldly. Veronica's eyes narrowed and she reached for Sarah. If Mrs. Conroy's grip was a five, then Veronica's was a definite ten. With maximum effort Sarah twisted against Veronica's pull across the room. When Veronica reached the first open high-backed chair she sat down quickly and sank into the soft red leather. It was at this moment that the full impact of the previous conversations fell upon Sarah. The word "punish" rang in her head like a bad hangover. Veronica's gaze was locked on Sarah. Her expression was like stone. Sarah writhed. "No, no NO! You can't do this!" Sarah yelled. "I'm not a child I'm twenty- six! I'm not..." "Found it! It was in the side compartment." Martha exclaimed. "Well, well, well, look at this." Mrs. Conroy, the mother and the other woman crowded around the photo ID. "Heather Parsteed, Student ID, Madison Junior High, lunch period five." Martha read aloud. Mrs. Conroy took the ID from Martha and shoved it under Sarah's nose. Sarah paused her struggle just long enough to focus on the laminated card. It was not terribly official, but the photo was damning. Amazingly, the young girl in the photo did resemble Sarah. Her hair was dark and braided and the facial structure was close. To the casual observer it was the same girl that struggled before them. The connection was not hard to make. Sarah narrowed her eyes to focus on the small photo. Something drew her further in, some small detail in the eyes and around the mouth. Suddenly Sarah's eyes widened. She immediately spun her head into the smiling face of her captor. "You!" Veronica's evil smile broadened. "That's not me! It's her she's..." Sarah's voice was cut off as Veronica jerked her arm hard. Sarah tumbled onto her lap. "Noooooo!"Sarah screamed. She tried to push her body up but felt an arm snake around her waist and tighten. She writhed and twisted against Veronica's arm. She was pinned. In addition to her generous physical improvements Heather Veronica Parsteed had also grown intellectually. Life with her mother the past three years had been a great blessing. Heather's weekly Pilates class and tennis lessons had given her sex appeal and poise. But more importantly her usual arrogance and aggression had been replaced by a more subtle approach. In her new environment she realized she could more easily achieve her desires through manipulation. This internal discovery opened a whole new world to Heather. But this resulted in frequent reflective thoughts on her previous behavior; especially where her father was concerned. Of course, she hadn't become a whole new person but rather learned a better way to obtain her wishes. However, outward appearances were important now. So, in the spirit of the season Heather decided to make the two hour drive and surprise her father at his company's Christmas party. At first, he was pleased to see her, but his excitement quickly dissipated. He spoke to her in hushed tones while his gaze searched the room. In the dimly lit corner into which he had beckoned her, he disjointedly tried to explain his dilemma. The final blow came when he asked her to leave. "You can't be my daughter tonight." Don said unthinkingly. It would be difficult to untangle the truth from the lies Heather had previously whispered to Sarah. They were so intricately woven in her statements. It was true she had stepped in but only to manipulate the situation to her own satisfaction. Heather harbored no deep ill will towards Sarah except for those unexplainable feelings a daughter experiences when a new woman enters her father's life. Jealousy mixed with neglect either for the loss of a father figure or the abandonment of childhood. These are strong emotions. In adults usually these feelings can be reasoned out but in the hands of an eighteen-year-old they can emerge in explosive forms. "Please continue with your duty." Mrs. Conroy interrupted. Heather needed no further prompting. All her pent-up frustration and disappointment channeled into her right hand and it descended squarely onto Sarah's bottom repeatedly. Sarah screamed. A wide grin spread across Billy's face. Martha stood by the door ready for intruders. The two other women watched passively. Heather continued her rhythm as Sarah screamed and twisted. Once or twice Sarah felt Heather's grip relax slightly. It was then she pushed with all her strength in an attempt roll off Heather's lap. But each demonstration of escape only caused Heather to tighten her grip and quicken her pace. In her annoyance Heather flipped the hem of Sarah's skirt onto her back. "No don't!" Sarah screamed. "Don't! You spanked me enough you bitch!" "Bitch, huh?" Heather answered. "Well obviously not." Mrs. Conroy stepped forward. "Billy turn around." She commanded. Mrs. Conroy reached and grabbed the waistband of Sarah's white tights. She pulled them to her knees and revealed the two small pink globes. "Oh, my she not wearing any panties?!" Martha exclaimed still on guard at the door. Billy's mother clucked her tongue while Billy snuck a look through the corner of his eye. "Thank you." Heather strained to maintain her hold as Sarah struggled even more. Sarah bent her arm back to protect her bare bottom, but Heather merely wrapped her hand around Sarah's wrist and screwed it up her back. This caused Sarah to scream again. "NO! Not on the bare! You don't understand. I'm not a child. I'm not Heather, she is. I was..." The spank that landed onto her bare bottom reverberated loudly in the room. The pain was excruciating, and Sarah exploded with a string of expletives.

If it was so natural for him he wouldn't still be fighting it 3 years later or whatever even after intense social reprogramming.

It's coming.... 

I spend around 140 a month, it varies but typically 5 Depends tape on diapers and when I need more capacity I will use Megamax but I prefer thinner diapers and changing more often is not much of a problem. More average time in a dry diaper then a half wet one for most of the day. I do use the occasional kid's diapers as stuffers if I am not able to change as often as I like. I rarely flood so I get more time out of a cheap diaper. Cloth diapers still need to be washed and dried and that costs money that most people don't calculate into the cost.