![[DD] Boards & Chat](https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/uploads/monthly_2021_11/DDweb-02.png.0c06f38ea7c6e581d61ce22dffdea106.png)
 |
 |
Missouri
132 topics in this forum
-
- 5 replies
- 953 views
-
- 1 reply
- 558 views
-
- 3 replies
- 768 views
-
- 0 replies
- 496 views
-
- 1 reply
- 568 views
-
- Guest
-
- 4 replies
- 1.2k views
-
- 0 replies
- 940 views
-
- 0 replies
- 533 views
-
- Guest
-
- 3 replies
- 966 views
-
- Guest
-
- 0 replies
- 442 views
-
- 29 replies
- 6.5k views
-
- 0 replies
- 552 views
-
- 0 replies
- 512 views
-
- 2 replies
- 650 views
-
- 0 replies
- 559 views
-
- 0 replies
- 464 views
-
- Guest
-
- 29 replies
- 4.8k views
-
- 2 replies
- 524 views
-
- Guest
-
- 4 replies
- 857 views
-
- 10 replies
- 1.4k views
-
- Guest
-
- 2 replies
- 1.1k views
-
- 1 reply
- 2.4k views
-
- 1 reply
- 848 views
-
- 0 replies
- 461 views
-
- 0 replies
- 585 views
-
Current Donation Goals
-
December BillsRaised $32.25 of $400 target
-
General FundRaised $0
-
-
-
-
Posts
-
Was in my underwear about to shower after using my rowing machine yesterday and I spilled some water and a bunch got on my underwear. Was thinking about how if I were in a diaper story someone would be right there to find my wet undies and I would be insisting I just spilled some water haha. Share any IRL diaper story experiences here if you want. -
By baby frost · Posted
“ agreed whatever it takes for our two little cuties. And I’m more than happy to help you clean cams cute little bottom” she said kissing Travis before she sss the cheese had melted properly and she topped it with the other piece of toasted bread. “ one down 3 to go” -
11 Grace knew little, or rather nothing, about Helen Bishop. She knew that she was Riley’s biological mother and Sally’s adoptive mother, though the color of her skin made this detail evident. She knew that her mom was a close friend of hers; in fact, when her mom talked about her friends, Helen’s name was the first to come up. "You must be Grace, right?" Helen asked calmly. "I’ve heard so much about you." Before answering, Grace glanced quickly at Riley and Sally, who greeted her with warm smiles. She noticed the two fourteen-year-olds were standing a step ahead of their mother, particularly Sally, who seemed annoyed to be there. Grace was thankful for her own superior self-control. She masked her frustration behind a cheerful, sunny expression. If Sally intended to ruin their day with complaints or inappropriate comments, she’d have to deal with her. No storm clouds, just big smiles! "The one and only, Mrs. Bishop," Grace replied proudly. She pulled the door open, allowing the three guests to enter, and closed it behind them. "Mom and Lukas are on their way; they’re getting changed. While we wait, how about we settle in the living room?" She didn’t wait for confirmation. Grace led the Bishop family into the first room on the left, waited for them to sit on the couch, and perched herself on the coffee table in front of them. Legs crossed, elbows resting on her knees, and fists propping up her cheeks in a smiling pose. Time to activate detective mode! Let’s see how I do! The first "target" was Riley. Dark blond hair, not too long, dark green eyes, an average nose, a round face, and a slim build. She was wearing an orange T-shirt, black knee-length shorts, and gray sneakers. It was clear as day that she was wearing a diaper; Grace easily spotted its smooth, square shape. The adjective for Riley: normal. Next came the mysterious Mrs. Bishop (an adjective Grace had chosen seconds before opening the door). She was struck by the close-up view of the ash-colored elegant clothing that covered her arms and legs entirely, with coal-black leather shoes as the only darker accent. Like Riley, she had a round face; dark brown eyes, a flawless nose, thin lips, and vivid cheeks. Her neatly styled bun made it obvious that she was a woman of precision and determination. For a brief moment, Grace felt intimidated in her presence. "What a lovely room," Helen commented, impressed as she looked around. "I see Margaret worked hard to make the living room bright and welcoming. What do you girls think?" Grace snapped back to reality just in time to avoid losing her balance. She quickly thanked Helen for the compliment, adding that her mom had always wanted a well-lit space. "It’s very similar to our living room," Riley replied, amazed, turning to Grace. "It’s pleasant." "Yes, yes, very nice," came Sally’s low, raspy voice, cold and indifferent. "Your mom did a great job." Grace pulled a face, offended. She wanted to tell Sally to change her tone, but the stern glance and discreet nudge from her mother quickly changed her mind. It wasn’t the time to make a bad impression. "Forgive her, Grace," Helen apologized, embarrassed. "Sally sometimes forgets how to behave properly, like just now." Then, she gave her daughter a severe look that didn’t go unnoticed. Grace studied Sally intently for a solid minute. Wavy black hair, a face that was both sweet and somber, delicate nose and lips contrasting sharply with her dark hazel eyes. She wore a white short-sleeved T-shirt with the acronym SAS printed in blue and matching shorts. No sign of a diaper under those sporty clothes. The only adjective Grace could tentatively assign to her was "elusive." "Don’t worry, Mrs. Bishop. By now—" "Helen," she interrupted gently. "Call me Helen." "Okay, Helen. We’ve met our share of rude people!" Grace exaggerated. "Mom insists that Lulu and I behave well and politely, even when others are unkind to us." The two fourteen-year-olds looked at her as if she’d just said something absurd. They exchanged glances, leaning forward slightly. Sally asked, "Who’s Lulu?" "My twin brother," Grace replied, smiling. Seeing Sally’s confused frown, she added, "Didn’t you know I have a twin brother?" Embarrassed, Sally turned her gaze to her left, seeming to blush. "Mom mentioned it, but—" "She wasn’t listening, as usual," Riley chimed in with a sharp, teasing tone. Then she leaned in, covering her mouth with her left hand, and whispered to Grace, "Sometimes things go in one ear and out the other." "You know I’m not deaf, right?" Sally snapped indignantly. "You annoy me when you do that!" "Do what?" "Whisper about my flaws as if I weren’t here!" "Me?" Riley looked around theatrically. "That’s not true!" "You just did it!" Sally exclaimed, incredulous. Helen cleared her throat, shooting a hard look at Sally and an even harsher one at Riley. In a frosty tone, she said to her younger daughter, "This is not the time to gossip, Riley. Shall we discuss the fact that you speak without thinking about the weight of your words?" Riley stayed silent. She knew speaking would only make things worse. With a long sigh, she apologized to everyone. As the intense exchange concluded, Grace seized the chance to lighten the mood. "I sometimes speak without thinking too. Oh yes, you have no idea how much trouble I’ve gotten into for not keeping my mouth shut!" Helen and Riley laughed, amused. They seemed on the verge of asking her questions, but Sally captured their attention by standing up and saying politely, "Hello, Mrs. Finley!" Finally, her mother and Lukas had decided to show up. Grace wondered what had kept them upstairs for the past ten minutes. Couldn’t they find a skirt for him to wear? "Sorry for making you wait," her mom apologized. "Since these two troublemakers started wearing diapers again, I can’t take my eyes off them for a second without an accident happening." She glanced at Lukas, who was clutching his blue skirt with both hands, blushing. "We know very well, Mrs. Finley," Sally replied suddenly with respect and sincerity. "Right, Riley?" Like her brother moments before, Riley’s cheeks turned a deep red. She seemed on the verge of tears from embarrassment. Quickly, Grace averted her gaze from Lukas and directed it to Riley Bishop. She didn’t immediately understand the question; she thought it was a jab, but the light, neutral tone ruled out that possibility. At that moment, Helen gently brushed a strand of hair away from Riley’s face. Comforting her, she said, "You have nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. Grace and Lukas are wearing one right now too. I don’t see why you should feel… different, but small." Riley chuckled nervously, happy to hear those words. Smiling at her mom, she said, "Now I feel big, Mom. It’s just… it’s still hard to believe our neighbors share my passion for diapers." "Or rather ours, Ri," her sister corrected her gently. "When was the last time Mom put one on you? A week ago?" Riley asked, and Sally nodded. Then she turned to Grace with a curious air. "Did your mom know?" "Know what?" Grace frowned, puzzled. "That you wore a pull-up during practices and another one during the game." Her mother gave her an exasperated glare, holding back from scolding her in front of Helen and her daughters. With a shocked expression, she simply said, "I want to hear all about this later, young lady. You too, Riley, if you don’t mind." Grace cursed herself for making the mistake of secretly taking two pull-ups and using them. No one knew of their existence except for Riley and her best friend, Cassie, so she couldn’t understand what the problem was. She was thankful only Lukas knew that she was aware of their secret. One day, though, her mom would find out, and Grace would have to face her absolute disappointment. --- After saying goodbye to their mothers, the Finley twins and the Bishop sisters returned to the living room, where they sat face-to-face around the coffee table. Each was intent on deciphering the other’s next move — or in Lukas and Sally’s case, each other’s. He was observing her curiously, taking in every detail of her face. The truth was that he had been struck by her T-shirt, and he wanted to ask her what the acronym SAS meant, but he lacked the courage to formulate the question. Although she wasn’t frightening him, Lukas felt intimidated by her calm, almost icy gaze. He told himself he would do anything to avoid making her angry. Grace and Riley, on the other hand, looked ready to begin a long debate. Their eyes were locked on each other, squinted as though focusing all their attention on their opponent. That tense atmosphere did not go unnoticed by Sally and Lukas. “Why are you looking at each other like that?” Sally asked. “I don’t know,” Riley replied, still focused. “It’s Grace who started it!” “And you’re encouraging her.” Sally raised her left eyebrow, perplexed. “You know you have mouths, and you’re capable of talking, right?” Her sister momentarily broke her gaze and looked at her with an expression of obvious annoyance. She didn’t need words to say: “Thanks so much for pointing that out, Miss Know-it-All!” Sally asked Lukas, “Is it normal for her to act this way?” The boy rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, annoyed. “Grace, stop it, please. If you were trying to be funny, well… you failed.” She shook her head. “I want her to apologize to me!” “Apologize for what?” Riley jumped in, surprised. “I didn’t do anything to you!” “You literally told my mom about my accidents!” Grace admitted, upset. “Sorry, but how was I supposed to know?” Riley said defensively. “I thought—” “She told me she wouldn’t pack any in my bag!” “And you went ahead and did what you wanted anyway.” Riley crossed her arms smugly. “Pretty predictable, Grace.” Sally couldn’t hold back a laugh, which also escaped from Lukas. Seeing them, Grace shot daggers at her brother and then at Sally. She turned to both of them: “You two think this is funny?” Sally answered, trying to remain serious: “More or less, actually, it feels like I’ve had déjà vu.” “Huh?” “The first time Riley and I went to volleyball practice,” Sally began to explain, “our mom had strictly told us that we wouldn’t wear any kind of… protection.” She raised both hands and emphasized the last word by extending and curling her index and middle fingers. Lukas slapped his palms on the table, stunned. “Don’t tell me that—” Sally nodded before continuing. “She and I grabbed six — three each — and we used them. Mom and Dad were so angry they hid them from us for two weeks. Basically, we went back to being big girls.” “When did this happen?” Sally hesitated before answering. “In March, I think. Before or after you broke your leg, Ri?” “Yeah, mid-March.” Riley shivered slightly, remembering what had happened to her months earlier. “I hated the three weeks that followed.” “Why?” Grace asked curiously. “I would have been thrilled to have a cast! The bathroom would have been off-limits!” Seeing Lukas nodding to her left, Sally couldn’t hide an amused smile at her sister. Riley shook her head. She would have preferred to talk about anything else rather than relive those hellish days with a cast, crutches, and a diaper that was always soaked with pee. “How about we do something else? I’m tired of talking.” -
By Baby Billy · Posted
Another great chapter, but all of them are. I expected her blowout to happen when she was at the store, it would have been much worst for her with all the bigs making comments about it. -
By milky_mike · Posted
Thanks for the update. I'm thinking our hero has a public diaper change and nursing session in his future
-