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My wife has never complained; she is accepting of my choice to indulge in this DL lifestyle and has participated multiple times as well in changing me and other activities in the bedroom. I normally tell her after I place an order for diapers, that I have some briefs or diapers being delivered. I have never hid them, they're in our shared closet on my side, and under our bed on my side. My wife and I have no kids at home, and we both make about the same amount of income, me slightly more. We have been married over 42 years now and have always had shared income and expenses. It has always been a common practice of ours to discuss any large purchases before doing so, and on some occasions my wife will ask can you wait until the next pay day. All good.  

Unless you are really obvious about it like wearing adult baby clothes, baby print shirts with snap crotch shortalls and a pacifier in your mouth, no one will notice.  Everyone is wrapped up in their own world and last thing they will think is an adult is wearing diapers.  Last August I went on a solo vacation to Gettysburg and was 24/7 from the time I left home early Sunday morning until I got back late Friday afternoon.  I wore Betterdry, Abena L4 and Trest diapers with plastic pants over them and short legged shorts.  I went to Hershey Park one day, all the museums and tourist places among lots of people and no one noticed at all.  I did wear regular t-shirt onesies that kept my diaper in place and not allowing it to show out my pants if I bent down.  No one will notice and even if they might, they are strangers and they will think you wear them for medical needs.  They would just shrug it off as most people are not AB/DL and wouldn't get turned on at seeing another person in diapers under their clothing.  Even if they did see, they are not likely to come up to you and say something like, "I notice you are wearing diapers.  How come?"  Unless they are friends or people you may know that you run into when out and about, they are strangers you probably won't see again, so who cares if they might notice you have bulky pants or catch a glimpse of your diaper showing out the back of your pants if you bend down in a store or to tie your shoe?

Also in that age group,with me it is only starting currently get up once \twice a night on average but if I have a bad night four times plus.When I wear da diaper at night I sleep much better and wake up much more refreshed and more energetic.

Chapter 5: Date Arbitrio Sanguinis – LittleFallenPrincess       ScarletBaby90: I can’t believe we’ve been talking this whole time. And I hate to stop, as I’d love to keep talking to you, but I have to go, otherwise I’ll be late for something. That message was copied and pasted, over from the chat with Lupa, to the other chat I was having with the human Mummy, as it was getting late and I had to shower and get ready for my ‘date’ with the lamia domme in the city centre. MummyDearest: I know, I feel the same! Don’t worry, I won’t keep you any longer. Can I ask though… What is your name? We’ve been talking for most of the past twenty four hours, and I only know you as ScarletBaby90. Even if you give me a fake name, that’s okay, as long as I’ve got something else to call you. ScarletBaby90: …Lucy. And no, that’s not a fake name. MummyDearest: Then it’s lovely to talk to you, Lucy. And such a pretty name too! Pretty name for a pretty baby! Well you can call me Avery.  I blushed as I turned on the shower, very nearly getting my phone wet as I just couldn’t seem to put down the phone right now; I was too enamoured with both these women that had messaged me. I was like a giddy schoolgirl who had been messaged by a crush, and the world around me disappeared, the only world that interested me right now were these two open chats. MummyDearest: So where’s Little Lucy off to tonight? I wasn’t sure if I should lie or not. Surely it’s awkward to tell a potential partner that you’re going out for a few drinks with another potential partner? ScarletBaby90: Going for a few drinks with a friend. I lied. Of course I’m going to lie! MummyDearest: Is this friend a potential date? ScarletBaby90: What? No! Just a friend, that’s all! Maybe I sounded a little too defensive… MummyDearest: Don’t worry, sweetie. I figured I wasn’t the only one to message you once you posted that message, as you got a number of likes on there. Some from other dommes. And I’m sure you’re on other websites too, trying to find a Mummy. I’m not stupid, you’re an absolutely adorable baby girl and I bet you’ve got dozens of caregivers wanting to snatch you up. Just have fun, okay? And be careful. There are a lot of people who may take advantage of you. ScarletBaby90: You’re not… upset? MummyDearest: Why would I be upset? Just means I need to up my game, now that I know I have competition. I giggled and clutched my phone against my chest, ecstatic that I hadn’t scared her off by being too obvious. MummyDearest: So let me think about the perfect date, and then I’ll get back to you and ask you out on it. That okay? ScarletBaby90: Okay? I… umm… sduioganlal;sdngfg… sure! I… gotta go now… MummyDearest: Go have fun, I’ll be here to message if you need me. I’ll give you my Chatter info so you can message me there, if you’re comfortable with that? ScarletBaby90: I’d love that. I’ll message you there later. Seeya! I quickly opened up my messages to ‘Lupa’, to see if she had replied whilst I was occupied with the other potential Mummy, and my heart felt happy as soon as I saw that she had. Lupa: Okay, lil vamp, you get going. Be good, stay safe and all that. I’ll be working all night, got a bit of stock-taking to do and some ordering, so I’ll be working a late one tonight. So if you find some time on your hands, send me a message. Would appreciate the distraction! After what MummyDearest, who I now knew as Avery, suggested… I quickly sent a message back. ScarletBaby90: Will do! Oh btw, would you want to maybe add me on Chatter? That human messaging service thing? Lupa: Sure! It’s easier than dealing with this awkward site. My details are… And so I quickly opened up Chatter, added Avery as a contact, sending a simple message that just said ‘Hi! It’s Lucy!’, before adding Lupa and doing the same.  Then I realised that I hadn’t shared my name with Lupa… Fiona: Lucy, eh? Cute name, kiddo. Well as you can see, I’m Fiona.  Lucy: Oops. I’m such an idiot sometimes. Fiona: It’s cute. Now, don’t you have somewhere to be? You should go! And don’t forget, message me anytime. Especially later tonight, if you’re free. I need a cute baby to distract me from all the boring work I’ve got to do at my shop. Lucy: Will do! Talk to you later, Fiona! Fiona. It really was a cute name. Kinda fit her too.   Once I was out of the shower, I stood in front of my wardrobe, completely naked, as I started to quietly panic over what I was going to wear for the date tonight. Part of me didn’t care, as this lamia domme clearly wasn’t into littles, she just wanted a sub, and I doubt this will go anywhere. It’ll most likely just be a boring night where she flirts with me but I feel nothing. But then I felt like it had been a while since I last went out on a proper date, so I needed to not only make an occasion out of it, but to get some practice. Not that I see this one going anywhere, but potentially others… Especially if Avery wants to ask me out on a date soon. I’d definitely want to look good for her… ‘Stupid Nia, pushing me to go out with this domme… wait! Nia!’ Lucy: OI! YOU! Nia, Queen of the Playpen: What? Lucy: Seriously? ‘Queen of the playpen’? Who gave you that title? Nia, Queen of the Babies: Don’t know what you’re talking about. Lucy: Hey! You’re not the queen of me! Nia, Queen of little vampling brats: D’awww… poor baby! Lucy: I swear… I’m going to bite you next time I see you. Now, I need your help, stat! Nia, Helper of little babies: Cool, maybe I’d become some cool demon-angel-vampire hybrid? But anyway, sure, what do you need, lil stinkypants? Lucy: STOP CHANGING YOUR USERNAME! Also, what the hell do I wear for this date with the domme you forced me to go out with? Nia, stylist extraordinaire: Something sexy. Black. Gothy. Bra and panties. Lucy: What else? Nia, teaser of babies: That’s it. Just bra and panties. Lucy: Nia: Fine… what about that purple dress? Lucy: I was saving that for my birthday… Nia: That’s ages away. But fine, what about the poofy black one? Lucy: Isn’t that a bit too much? I guess the top half is kinda sexy, but the bottom kinda bellows out. Nia: Do you think she cares what you’re wearing? Lucy: I don’t think she cares about anything regarding me. She just wants a sub. Nia: Then there you go then. Lucy: But I want more. Nia: Look, I’m just trying to get you laid. We can work on finding you a relationship another time. You just need a confidence boost, and this will give it to you! Lucy: nevermind. Forget I said anything. Nia: Luce…  Nia, concerned friend: Hey Luce… what’s up? I left her on read as I threw my phone onto the bed and looked into my wardrobe for the black dress she had suggested. It wasn’t my favourite thing I owned, but I guess it was fancy enough for a date night, but wasn’t too over the top. And it wasn’t really that poofy, it just… it wasn’t like my usual clothes, which are either form-fitting, or insanely baggy, and this was neither. It was sort of in the middle. Grabbing the dress, as well as my strappy black heels, I walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of my room and held them up in front of me. “Yeah… I guess these will do.” I sighed.   I got ready as quickly as possible, nearly ripping my dress trying to zip it up, slapping what little makeup I owned on, and stuffing my most date-appropriate bag with my phone, my keys, purse, all the usual stuff. And on impulse… a nappy. I wasn’t sure I’d end up getting to wear it, but if she surprised me by secretly being the best Mummy in the world ever… then maybe… just maybe… she’d need it for me. Doubt it though. “Maybe I should put one on too…” I don’t know why, maybe it was Nia getting in my head, corrupting me… but I actually thought that was a good idea. Maybe it would make the inevitable disaster of a date somewhat bearable? So, giving into the little voice in my head, I quickly reached under my dress, dropped my panties so that they lay around my ankles, and grabbed one of my nappies. Awkwardly positioning myself against the wall so I didn’t have to lay down and potentially ruin my dress, I awkwardly taped it up, using the wall to pin it against my bum. One tape first, which was slightly wonky, then the other side, which wasn’t much better, then I sealed the top two much more neatly.  And… voilà! One thickly padded vampire. Admiring myself in the mirror once again, I made sure to straighten my dress so that the nappy wasn’t visible. Thankfully, the weather wasn’t set to be windy today, because if it was, there was no way I was risking going out in this nappy underneath my dress. Too many past experiences of my dress blowing up and nearly exposing my secret underwear… It's why I usually stick to pants. The way the nappy hugged my hips, even if it wasn’t put on brilliantly, made me instantly feel a little safer and less nervous about tonight. Like sure, I was still expecting tonight to be a failure, but at least I’d get to enjoy wearing, and wetting, this nappy. And hey, I’ve got a change if I need one! ------------------------------------------------ Walking through the quiet city centre, I noticed that the only people walking down this pedestrianised area I was in were couples going on dates. Most of the shops had shut, and the only places open were bars and restaurants. The human bars were full and very lively, but that wasn’t where I was going. I was going to the one monstrum bar that I knew around here, Ronnie’s, and I had not heard good things about them. They’ve had beef with the Sanctuary ever since it opened, as they used to be the only place for miles until Beth and Susie opened their doors, providing a much more friendly, less seedy, place to drink and have fun. I lied to the lamia because I didn’t want to start things off with hostility, so I played innocent and pretended to not know of its existence. And as I looked in the window (something only us monstrum can do due to a spell hiding it from human eyes, kinda like the Sanctuary and a few monstrum only areas of the city), I saw why people preferred the Sanctuary over Ronnie’s. Ronnie’s really was the seediest looking place ever. And I instantly regretted agreeing to this. I walked into the bar with a few minutes to spare, and just in time… as the heavens had just opened up and it began to pour down with rain, narrowly missing me as I ducked inside. Noticing the lamia from her profile picture sitting at a table, I saw that she was looking… human. Like… she didn’t look half snake at all. She must have similar magic to that of mermaids when they’re on dry land, as she had the most slender legs I had ever seen… “Come, sit.” She called over, attracting the attention from all the other patrons.   Sitting down across from her, she eyed me up and down… like I was prey. Which just felt weird, as vampires are always at the top of the food chain, and I wasn’t used to having anyone above me. I know I’m not the toughest of vampires, but I had never had anyone desire to eat me before. Not until now, at least. She smiled at me, before raising her glass of red wine to her lips, taking a sip before settling it back down on the table again. She had clearly dressed up for this date, wearing a sequin dress with a short cardigan. Which made me feel like we had both overdressed for this shithole of a bar. “It’s… not very busy…” I commented, looking around at the three people at the bar and one creep in the corner, hugging a pint of beer. Even the bartender looked dead. Or maybe that was because he was a ghoul. Hard to tell with them. “You’ll do nicely…” She growled, raising her eyebrow whilst continuing to look me up and down. “I will? For what?” I asked, nervously. “To worship me, silly.” “I… think you have me mistaken.” “No, I think I’m right. You’re just a silly little girl who thinks too much for herself. When really you should be on your hands and knees, begging to worship my feet.” “I…” I didn’t know what to say, I wasn’t very good at standing up for myself, and she just… I didn’t know how to react to her. “See, there we go. As if you needed that stupid little brain of yours. You should join my harem, you’d make a good little pet for me…” She grinned. “I’m not really into pet…” “You’ll be into whatever I tell you, slut. Maybe I’ll let you wear those ridiculous nappies, but I’ll probably make one of the others change you.” Now normally… I won’t lie… this kind of talk would turn me into a drooly, blushy mess. But not with this woman. This woman just… ruined it. I actually felt repulsed by her words, which just upset me more, as yes, I am a very submissive person normally, and for the right person, I would happily let them talk to me like this. But not her. “I… no… no thank you…” I replied, quietly. “No? You think you can turn me down? Ha! You have a bratty side, it seems…” She clearly doesn’t know me in the slightest. Didn’t even bother to read my bio or anything. I’m not a brat, if anything, I’m the complete opposite. I want to please people a little too much sometimes, usually at my own expense. But again, not her. “I’m not a brat…” I mumbled. “What’s that? Speak up.” She snapped at me. “I… nevermind.” “That’s right. Now, I’ll get you a drink, you’ll rub my feet for a bit, then I’ll take you home to my harem. That sound good?” “I…” All I could do was sit there, quietly soaking my nappy in disbelief.           ======================================================= It's going to be interesting watching people's teams change over the course of the story... Clearly Team snek is not going to have any fans... 😛  Also... still v proud of the texting part of this chapter. You can really see how much of myself I put into Nia... -------------------------------------------- Thinking of finally opening up short story commissions now too finally, now that my writers block seems to have subsided. If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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I may poop my diaper once or twice a month or so.  I do it at home when I have the house to myself.  I do not use internal deodorizers like Nullo, won't spend the money for something don't need when I may do it only once every 30 days.  Also don't do a Metamucil regiment for one or two days a month.  I do like most people do when cleaning up and use the detachable shower head, washcloth and soap and water to clean up.  I spread a copious amount of Vaseline all over my butt and diaper area before diapering when I know I will be dropping a load which makes cleaning it all off of me easier, but that doesn't mean I like the cleaning up process or dealing with the smell.  I deal with it because I do like the feeling of pushing out a load in my diaper now and then, but that doesn't mean I can't be turned off dealing with the aftermath when it comes time to change and clean up.