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  1. It’s been quite a while since I actually made of these post, probably over a year. I feel like they only come up with certain issues need to be addressed, and I feel like it’s been about that time again! We have a lot of new members so many people probably haven’t read my original posts on the topics, and I know that my bio doesn’t go into too deep, so I figured, why not. Enough rambling. Let’s get to the juicy stuff. There are 2 things that I want to address here today. First, I get a lot of comments from people who wonder why I’m here if I don’t wear diapers. It’s because I’m a mommy. Duh. Just kidding. I know there are a lot of other doms/switches that wear. There is a simple reason why I don’t wear diapers. They’re humiliating. Let me explain. Diapers mean different things to different people. Some people find it for comfort, some people in need, and some people find them sexual. I look at diapers as a humiliation aspect. Now, that might sound, wrong, but I’m a sadist – so I’m all for humiliating. It’s amazing. However, I myself, do not wish to be humiliated. Why would I want to wear something that makes me feel like that? (As I am a dom, I totally understand people like to feel humiliated, obviously. lol) For every reason that you like to wear diapers – the feelings I would get for wearing would be the exact opposite. Comprehendo? And number two Although for some people, I’m like this rare unicorn they wish they could have. Just keep in mind – that in fact, I think you’re really lucky, and I’m a bit jealous of you. Whoa. Crazy right? How could I be jealous of you?! Easy. Even if having a partner that will indulge you in this lifestyle (in whatever way you want) is your ultimate dream/fantasy, at the end of the day – you can still do stuff with your lifestyle. You can still wear diapers; you can still buy all the baby clothes of your hearts contents. You can pretend and play all you want. Of course, it would be nice to have someone there to care for you, but in the end, you get some satisfaction. But, from a dom mommy who doesn’t wear diapers – I absolutely cannot enjoy this fetish on my own. And even shocker alert. I’ve actually never fully experienced this fetish with anyone else before (I know. Blasphemy, right?) And I hear you “oh, but you have the choice of millions of guys.” But, you know, let’s just for humor sake, we pretend that some people have a preference for a person they want to do ‘fetish’ stuff with So, with that said, this whole post was just basically me complaining (okay not really lol. I’ve grown accustomed to it) I just wanted to show that mommies/daddies and caregivers are just much invested in this fetish as you and it’s not always that glamorous. We’re normal people too! Except me, because I really am a unicorn
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  2. I got them in a variety pack that I thought were all rearz brand but I also Recieved a magnifico and these 4 diapers I've never seen.btw it's great to be able to wear again the first time in 4 months. Crab season was the slowest we've seen in 30 years! Thank you all who can help me identify these
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  3. Birch House Chapter 11 --- Becca --- “Say something Trent!” I huffed at him openly begging him to understand. “I don’t know what to say.” He snapped staring ahead blankly. “I didn’t really cheat. I wasn’t… It was Ann for fucks sake! She wouldn’t hurt us. I was drunk with my best FEMALE friend. It was fine. I will be fine. It’s no big deal. I was just still revved up from that magical fuck fest you gave me, and well the diapers were new, I don’t know about that… and the TV was sexy… God Trent! I’m just so fucking sorry!” I wailed. I curled up in the bed too terrified to meet his gaze. It was so unlike me. I was the leader in our relationship. I set the tones. I set the rules. I defined the boundaries. I kept Trent in line not the other way around. My face covered in my terrified hands, I waited to see which future that I was bound to. “I… Did you cheat on me?” He asked me pain in his voice. “I don’t feel like I did.” I rushed. “I feel like I stumbled on something… something like bondage or something.” I tried to deflect. “But she’s a person! A person I know! Someone I’d have to look in the eye! A person who owns half this damn house!” He shouted getting fired up. “I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t… it was like she was a toy, a vibrator or something. Not the person. I didn’t even know what was happening. It was so fast. I was so drunk...” I whimpered. “Do you love her?” He asked me. “You know I do.” I told him pleading. “Do you want me to leave?” He sounded miserable the fight visibly fading from his body. “NO BABE! I FUCKING LOVE YOU. I MARRIED YOU. I HAVE REAL SEX WITH YOU. I WANT YOU HOME WITH ME ALL THE TIME. IT’S YOUR DICK I DREAM ABOUT.” I yelled. “Do you dream about her too?” He begged me with his eyes. “IT’S YOUR BABIES I WANT TRENT!” “Do you love her?” He asked again very stoically. “You mean romantically?” I asked terror in my heart. “Yeah, Rebecca, do you love your best friend as a girlfriend, a lover, a wife?” He clarified. I paused totally freaked out by his question. “That says everything I need to know. You couldn’t answer me.” He told me standing calmly. “Trent, No! I was just shocked.” I watched him walk toward the bedroom door. “You shouldn’t be shocked. It should have been immediate, and you certainly haven’t denied it yet.” He pointed out. His words smacked me in the face again. Should I have had an immediate denial on my tongue? Should his question have freaked me out that much? I didn’t really feel that way about Annie did I? I felt my head cock to the side in a quick twerk, “Listen, you shocked me so bad. I’ve never thought that way about Ann!” I screamed at his back willing him to stop. He paused and turned around, “You don’t... You don’t sound confident enough. I think I have the answer I need. You cheated on me! How many times have I promised your ass I’d never cheat on you! Do you know how many times I’ve had to turn girls down?!? I loved you Rebecca! I still love you, but I’m so mad right now. I’m even more mad because I’m turned on too.” He yelled and slammed his hand into the frame of my door causing a shudder to ripple through Birch House. “Don’t leave pissed Trent. You just got home. Let’s just calm down and eat or something. Don’t leave. This isn’t like that. It was an accident. I was drunk.” I begged whimpering and crawling toward him. “I get it. That’s why I don’t drink anymore. It's hard isn’t it? Dealing with what you did? What have you done to Ann?!? That’s the worst part! She has that condition. It’s like picking on a handicap kid! She can’t love you back that way Ann. You cheated on me with someone who can never return your feelings!” He thundered turning to leave again. “She doesn’t know I remember.” I told him as a last shot at forgiveness. “What?” He paused. “I lied. I woke up this morning and pretended like I was so drunk, that I couldn’t remember.” “Why?” He asked. “It’ll kill her if you leave because we cheated and she didn’t even feel anything. It was super weird. I don’t know what happened, but I swear it wasn’t cheating.” I begged him. “Then why did you have to lie?” He challenged a decision slipped over him and his shoulders rose and his posture changed. He paused to look me over. My body language displayed the desperation I was feeling. I could smell it wafting off me. I could smell his anger and disappointment. I could see the betrayal he felt. And, I loathed myself. I was such a fucking failure. He didn’t deserve this, and neither did I. I really hadn’t done anything that couldn’t have been forgiven, that I wouldn’t have forgiven him for. I was balling by then, “No clothes even came off. You let that dude get further with me last year on Spring Break!” I threw my hail mary. I hadn’t wanted to defend myself that way. Frankly, I didn’t think I’d need to defend myself. I was as pissed as Trent was, but I wasn’t going to let my anger free. I didn’t give two fucks about being mad. I cared about salvaging my marriage! “Alright look. I wasn’t going to go back out, but this… happened.” He waved his hands between us. “They need another run tomorrow. It’s an all day thing. Not overnight, but all day. I’m going to take that run and clear my head… think a little bit. I’m not leaving you, but I’m hurt and very very angry.” He told me facing the living room door. “You have to text me some while you’re gone. I don’t want you to forget me.” I prophesied. “I’m not leaving Rebecca. I just need to calm down before I say things that we’ll regret, things we can’t come back from. I’ll text you, but give me some space.” Then he was gone. He walked out the door without a kiss, hug, or an ‘I love you’. He left and I balled. I wailed and howled my misery in the foyer of my house behind a door that felt so final. The insulation at Birch House must have been amazing because I never heard a peep from Annie, and she never came to check on me, no matter how much noise I made. Everyone is leaving me... --- Ann --- It had been six days since whatever-that-was happened between Becca and I. All my effort went into trying to forget, but I wasn’t able to. I hadn’t forgotten a single frame of that mental film. It was on loop in my head from moment to moment. I hadn’t had to look at anything online to help me with my physical needs since then. That was the first time in my life that I pleased myself with a real person, the first time I brought pleasure to someone else... Each night in my bed, I had lain there, freshly diapered, and fought a losing battle against those memories. There was an internal court battle going on as my moral light and dark sides lawyered up and litigated the situation. It was an argument of justification for my internal record books! To make things worse, I’d had a couple of accidents… during the day. I was back to being in the bathroom most of my time. Yesterday, I’d been forced to start going to the toilet preemptively, every hour and a half! My nerves were shot, my control appeared to be failing, and I’d… something’d with my best friend! I had plenty of time to wallow in my own misery sucking myself deeper into the miasma of depression. I berated myself for my terrible behavior and then excused it away in the next moment cycling through points of view. That had given me a loose stomach all week. My nerves way over producing stomach acid liquefying everything I ate. In the end, all six nights, my dirty little hand snaked its way over, around, and under my night time diaper while I drew on those images frame by frame. I recalled each touch of her fingers and each caress of her breath. I remembered her rigid body as she worked her way into a frenzy against me. I could remember the feel of her soggy diaper on my thigh. How the plastic shell, wet with sweat, stuck to my leg as she ground it into me. It was the single most arousing moment of my life. I remembered with all of my senses. It was a magical moment for me and despite all the trouble that moment brought us, I was beginning to think it had been worth it. That stolen few minutes of intimacy was invaluable to someone like me. I got off for the seventh night since my Mom left, and I still hadn’t seen or heard from Becca. I missed her. I wanted to talk to her, but I was so very afraid. Maybe I’ve masturbated enough to get over it, or contain myself at least. Fudgenuggets! I fussed in my mind as I wet my diaper a short twenty minutes after I’d put it on. I was exhausted. The week had been terrible. I couldn’t sleep and working was nearly impossible. I watched the carport like a hawk. I had watched Mom leave and so had Trent an hour or so later. He hadn’t come back until Monday night. I was such a coward and a terrible friend. I hadn’t checked on Becca. That was eating me up too. Trent had only stayed Monday night and Wednesday night at home, both nights coming in late and leaving early. I was worried for them. I was worried I’d forced myself on my drunken friend and violated everything I could in that moment. I was worried I’d destroyed three lives, and still… all I could think about was Becca. --- Becca --- I miss Annie so much. I can’t smell her downstairs anymore. I can’t smell Trent in my bedroom either. Trent’s scent is stale, muted. It smells like me all over but what I’ve lost is fading away. I’m such a terrible bitch. Poor Annie. She’s probably a mess. Trent is way overreacting about this. I was honest. I didn’t mean anything that happened, and I didn’t mean anything by it either. I didn’t let it go any further. I confessed right away. The ass hasn’t even checked on his “best friend.” She’s up there probably going through the toughest shit of her life and neither of us are there for her. God!!! It’s been almost two months! I don’t give two shits about that fucking fence anymore. I just want my fucking husband back. [Me] I made lunch… [Trent] Thanks. Leave it outside? [Me] Cool in here. Have lunch with me? [Trent] I’m almost done. Just leave it outside, or I’ll just eat it later. Damn him! Fucking pig shitting fuck pickles! I stomped in circles snapping my jaws at the air. I’d been involuntarily celibate for nearly sixty days. It was fucking torture! Trent and I were young. One of the foundations of our relationship was constant attentive adventurous fucking. I had a minor lapse in judgement that I had more than suffered the penalty for. I was starting to feel righteously pissed off myself, and my fucking horn, that’s what I was calling the cyst thing on my ass, was the most annoying thing of it. Time for the big guns. I sighed trying to get my head in the right space for sexy. I put my phone down and slipped on my laciest sheer white thong. My ass looked amazing even with Mount St. Horn-ious poking out. My ass cheeks were the main attraction not the surgical bandage I was using to cover the horn growing above my ass. I tugged it up tight giving my freshly shaven puss a delicious-looking camel toe. The skin of my vag was a much darker shade than my regular skin tone now, nearly black, and showed through the sheer material seductively. I sprayed his favorite perfume on myself and lightly rubbed on some glitter lotion across my dark nips and abs and in my panties. I pulled my pixie cut white hair up into an intricate set of braids wrapped around my head like a crown. I did my makeup minimally, cause it was hot out, and I wanted to get hotter. [Me] Bringing lunch. Meet me at the patio. Cold Beer and T&A! Ok. Don't be nervous bitch. He’s already checked out. If your marriage is salvageable then you got to do something drastic. Shake that shit loose. Trent made his way up the hill to the house. He was half naked, not the business half, but the fun to look at half. I crave cock like some chicks crave chocolate, but they aren’t all that fun to look at. Now Trent’s sweaty man-chest that was something of glory. His love trail had grown thicker and darker since I’d seen it last, maybe higher too. My mouth watered and my long tongue snaked out to gather the moisture from the corners of my mouth. I shaved for this. His ass better appreciate it! I’d prepared myself for striking out, but prayed that I wouldn’t. He had no idea how difficult it was to keep a lady-like appearance these days. I’d went from shaving once a week, which was really more of a touch up, to shaving daily! Well, I shaved daily if I wanted to be hair free. Strangely, I had to shave almost all of my body except my pussy. It was weird. Getting older sucka da donkey balls! That’s another doctor I need to see. So head guy for smelling and hearing, eye guy for vision getting weird, and skin guy for color changes and the hairy shit. Fuck that! I want my bell rung. Sexy hips go! I thought sauntering out onto the patio, mostly naked, to deliver my husband his food. It was time. This was sort of the same thing as the Rose Ceremony on the Bachelor. I fucking hate that show. I closed the sliding glass patio door and turned around confidently. I put a genuine smile on my face cause well, my man had pecks! Really delicious pecks! “Lunch is served!” I told him holding a plate loaded with a sandwich and chips in one hand and a cold ass beer in the other with my hip cocked to the side and a wicked smile on my face. Trent looked from my smile to my chest causing my nipples to tighten. I gently shook my tits so that they swayed gently while he watched them. I was a peacock enjoying the attention. A lecherous smile spread across his face as his eyes trailed down my body. His look changed from arousal to cautiousness. “How’s Ann doing? You know with her diaper thing.” He asked me. Fucking seriously! “I don’t know.” I told him running a black painted sharpe fingernail down his bare chest leaving a narrow red raised line on his skin. “I haven’t talked to her in a couple months.” I told him loving the feel of his skin dragging against my nail. “I promised Mrs. Smith we’d keep an eye on her.” He told me as his wanton look returned. That’s the look I want on his face! Woo hoo! I pushed Trent’s sweaty body down into the patio chair and straddled his legs. I arched my back and reached behind me sitting his plate down. I brought the cold as hell beer around between us, and brushed the can over my nipples. They immediately popped to attention as I ran them over the mouth of the beer can. I let it rest between my tits and leaned forward to kiss my husband for the first time in weeks. Our mouths crushed together and he squealed like a little girl. “Shit that’s cold as hell!” He laughed taking the can from me. I shrugged, “Felt good to me.” I told him arching my back and stretching in his lap. He took a huge drink of his beer and set it on the table beside us. My arched back pushed my boobs in his face, and the natural light caused them to shimmer like gems. He took the invitation. His mouth full of cool beer inhaled my nipple. It felt amazing. I was wetter than I ever remember being. My thong was saturated and I was probably getting Trent’s cargo shorts wet. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.” I screamed not caring if the neighbors or God heard me. “You too babe.” He told me drawing a hickey on my right tit. “Let’s go to the room.” “Nope, I made lunch for my working man.” I laughed tearing off a bit of sandwich pushing it towards his mouth. “Eat up.” Perky, that’s how I tried to sound, but I’m pretty sure it came off slutty. Eh… That works too. I tugged his cargo pants off him followed quickly by his underwear. I left him nude while I stood up smiling at him and took my top all the way. “I’ll have my lunch, you have yours.” I licked my lips and inhaled the scent of his manhood kneeling between his hairy legs. “So freaking hot!” He choked out around his bite of sandwich. I took Trent into my mouth and simply enjoyed pleasing him. My knees hurt kneeling on the deck, but enduring that pain was an apology of another type. I was determined to apologize with all my skill. I apologized the fuck out of Trent! He was so distracted by my hard work that it took him almost ten full minutes to eat his sandwich. I ended up finishing him off about the same time that he finished his food. He pulled me up as I was swallowing him down. “God babe, that was amazing.” He told me kissing me. We thoroughly apologized to each other on the back deck not giving a fuck who could see or hear us. Eventually, we stumbled to the bedroom for a nap a while later. We woke up in the late afternoon in each other’s arms for the first time in months. I was deliriously happy. “Babe, I’m trying. I’m sorry, and I promise I’m trying.” He told me softly. “I’m trying too. I needed you in me. I was afraid Trent. Genuinely afraid. I thought I’d lost you.” I cried softly. I. Never. Cry. “I was too.” He said softly. We made slow intimate love to each other happy to be with each other in our bedroom again. We ate in bed and passed out in each other’s arms that Saturday night. We woke up early the next Sunday morning and went outside to finish his fence. “Babe.” Trent said pointing to the house with a head nod. Ann was walking up the stairs with a few bags in her arms. My heart went out to her and I felt restless seeing her. I could never forget my best friend. I was something of an empty husk without her. I needed Ann in my life again, but I was too afraid to screw up my mended bridge with Trent. I’d made my choice. I took one last longing look at my leggy friend and got back to work on the fence not looking back again. “We need to check on her. We’ve had our problems, but we have been shitty friends.” Trent finally said. “Trent…” I faltered. “No Babe, we promised Mrs. Smith. She’s my best friend next to you and your best friend period. I get that. I’ll try hard not to be jealous. I promise, but we are a trio not a duo. I knew I was buying a relationship with Ann when I asked you to marry me.” He sighed. “Just not in a naked or orgasmic way…” I wiped the sweat from my forehead, “Alright Trent. You have my word. Nothing will happen between us again. Sides no clothes came off. Nothing naked happened.” “I believe you’ll do your very best Babe.” He told me standing next to me and patting my head. I beamed at his praise. “How do we fix this?” He asked. “Well, remember she doesn’t know I remember. Prolly figured it out by now. She’s a smarty pants, but sometimes she misses shit with social things. Too much alone time.” I nodded standing. “Well, we are finished here. We need to celebrate. How about a barbeque? What’s Ann’s favorite?” He asked. “Fuck if I care! Meat! Ribs Baby. Momma needs Ribs!” I squealed. “You go get the stuff and I’ll get her.” I laughed. [Me] Annie? [Ann] Rebecca? Fuck. I’m in so much trouble if she’s using my whole name. She answered though! [Me] … I miss you. Five minutes passed. [Ann] I’ve missed you too. [Me] How are you? [Ann] Still dealing. [Me] I’m sorry. [Ann] Me too. A few more minutes passed. [Ann] For what? [Me] Huh? [Ann] What are you sorry for? [Me] Falling off the face of the planet for like, months… [Ann] How’s Trent? [Me] Happy right now. Satisfied. Getting the meats! We’re grillin! [Ann] Good to hear. Parking has been sort of sparse lately. I was worried. [Me] Yeah… Not been an awesome couple of months for us. [Ann] Me either. I’m still soggy. [Me] Babe, I’m so sorry. [Ann] It is what it is. Twenty minutes pass. [Me] Can I come up? [Ann] I need you too. You need me too? Alright! Calm down… I stood and focused. [Me] Yeah, I need a hug too.
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  4. I don’t know why, but for some reason people love to tag me with nicknames. I can’t figure out what it is about me that causes it. Some of the nicknames I have include: Fidget Prin-Prin Red Songbird Dancing Blue Bun I have a few more, but the list is already too long. Explanations of the above are available upon request. ^.~
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  5. The following is supposed to be a separate post from the end of Baby Day 1; once I submit the post, we'll see if this unpredictable post-merging thing happened. ------------------------------------------------ 7:56 AM Fate woke up to a feeling of blissful comfort and contentment. Her cheeks flushed a little as the memories of yesterday flowed through her mind, but a little smile formed on her face as well, and she gave the still-present pacifier a couple suckles. Lindy was lying on her back right next to her, breathing softly, her hand on the bed right next to Fate’s head. Fate moved her legs & hips around a bit, and made a quiet unhappy sound; over the course of the night she had wet her diaper twice, maybe thrice, and by now it had lost its heat, feeling cool and clammy and overall fairly unpleasant, in addition to puffing out and spreading her legs open even more. After a few seconds, she felt a soft, warm hand gently stroke her cheek. “Good morning, sweetheart” Lindy said softly, looking at her with a smile that made Fate feel warm inside. “Sleep well?” Fate nodded, and Lindy scooted closer to her, her closeness making Fate feel safe and relaxed. As Fate shifted a little again, she let out another little unhappy whimper/groan from the feel of her cooled, clammy diaper. Her right hand reached up for her face to pull her pacifier out, but Lindy gently grabbed her wrist and stopped her, taking the little hand in hers. “Let me guess…” the woman said. “You’ve got a really wet diapie, and it’s cooled so it feels kinda icky and you want out of it?” Fate nodded again, more emphatically this time. Lindy giggled and ran her fingers through the little girl’s hair. “Alright” she said. “Just give me a minute, and I’ll get you out of it, bathe you, and put you in a nice, dry, comfy day-diapie.” They laid there for another minute or so before Lindy got up, picking Fate up, gently pulling the pacifier out of her mouth to set in a ‘gentle sterilization’ field on the nightstand, and carrying her into the bathroom; the little blonde made a quiet groan as Lindy’s arm pressed her cold, swelled-up diaper against her skin. She was carried into the bathroom, letting out a relieved sigh as the soaked diaper was removed, and soon her body was being relaxed by the flow of hot water. Lindy was thorough yet wonderfully gentle in bathing little Fate, making the young blonde feel relaxed and safe, especially since she no longer felt the need to hide her back from the woman. Before too long the bath was done, Lindy drying herself and Fate off quickly and expertly, and then carrying Fate back into her room, setting her down on the bed. Lindy quickly got dressed, though braless and leaving her hair down for now, and then got out Fate’s supplies, and the little girl lay back with her legs up. Mother and daughter shared a smile, and then Fate’s hips & butt were magically lifted, allowing Lindy to slide the new diaper underneath and powder it. Fate made an adorable baby-giggle as her butt was baby-powdered, and then as she was lowered onto the diaper and her privates, pubic mound, upper inner thighs, and lower belly were powdered as well. Lindy taped the new diaper up nice and comfy-snug, and Fate cooed as she wiggled around a bit, her cheeks rosy as she smiled. After several seconds she sat up, and opened her eyes just as Lindy put something around her neck. “Here you go, Fate” her new mother said, holding up the pacifier that was now attached to a silk ribbon to form a ‘necklace’ that currently was around Fate’s neck. “Now you can take it out or suck on it whenever you want, without worrying about losing it.” The little girl gave a blushing smile. “T-Thank you, mama…” she said softly. Lindy then pushed the pacifier into Fate’s mouth, letting out a quiet giggle as the diapered little girl immediately started softly suckling on it. She sat on the bed next to her new daughter, petting the little one on the head. “How about we cuddle for a little before I do your hair and we go out into the living room for breakfast?” she suggested. Adorably, Fate’s smile visibly grew a little at that prospect, and the two of them laid down side by side facing each other, and Lindy pulled Fate up against her, hugging the child close and feeling as her little arms returned the hug. She kissed the top of Fate’s little blonde head while giving her diapered butt a few soft pats, and Fate let out a happy little murmur and snuggled closer, eyes closed in contented bliss and face innocently half-buried between Lindy’s breasts as she suckled her pacifier. Lindy hugged her closer & tighter, one hand stroking the little girl’s hair and the other rubbing her lower back and occasionally patting her padded bottom, feeling the child relax as she radiated happiness and comfort. “Love you, mama…” she mumbled out from behind her pacifier. Lindy’s smile grew. “I love you too, my cute little angel…” -----Break----- 5:00 PM Fate was very much enjoying the day so far. She and Lindy-mama were hardly ever apart; Lindy-mama was always ‘petting’ her or holding her in her lap, or sitting right next to her as they watched a movie or read something together, and though Fate was still a little embarrassed by being held in mama’s lap and hand-fed, she’d come to enjoy it, too. Whenever Lindy-mama changed her diaper, she gave her tummy a little tickle, because she loved Fate’s laugh. Just as Fate felt happy as can be being babied by her new mama, Lindy was having the time of her life bonding with and babying her new daughter. Fate seemed to all but crave her touch, and dimly she was aware that after the week was up, she might have to gently “wean” Fate off of her to avoid serious separation anxiety, but right now she didn’t care about that. She just wanted to shower her baby girl with love. Right now, Fate was seated on the floor, legs spread with diaper on display, pacifier hanging from the silk ribbon around her neck, blushing with a little smile as she succumbed to a rather babyish urge and played with a set of blocks Lindy had ‘accidentally’ left out. Suddenly, her blush deepened and she let out something between a whimper and a shuddering sigh as she wet her diaper. When she was finished, she sat there almost in a daze, a part of her shamefully enjoying the spreading warmth. “Did you just wet your diapie, sweetie?” Lindy asked. When Fate nodded, she got up off the couch and went over to the changing mat, having a seat beside it. “When you’re ready for a changie, come on over here, honey.” Fate nodded, and then went back to shyly playing with her blocks. After a couple minutes, she got up and started waddling toward Lindy. However, she stopped as she felt a ‘rumbling’ in her belly, and instinctively got down in a squatting position, hunching over. With a surprised and distressed squeal, she began messing her diaper, trembling and whimpering as the big load continuously forced itself out, wrapping her arms around herself and squeezing her eyes shut as she balanced in a somewhat precarious position. Her face was bright red by the end of it, her wet and messy diaper feeling very hot and icky, as well as rather heavy. Panting lightly for breath, she moved to carefully stand up, only to lose her balance and fall back. With a squish and a squealed yelp, she landed right on her messy-diapered bottom, smushing the mess around. She let out little gasps, and then whimpers as tears came to her eyes, the horribly icky feeling overwhelming her. “Oh, sweetheart…” Lindy cooed to her as she got up and came closer, kneeling down and hugging her just as she started losing the fight not to cry. “It’s okay” she whispered. “Don’t worry. Mommy’s here. Mommy’s gonna make it all better. Come on; let me take care of you.” She very carefully lifted Fate up, carrying her over to the changing mat and laying her down on it. She put Fate’s pacifier in her mouth, the little girl’s whimpers being muffled as she started suckling on it. Lindy then got to work, removing her new daughter’s thoroughly-used diaper and proceeding to gently, soothingly clean her up. She put the new diaper on, using lots of baby powder, and gave the front a few pats after taping it up. “There we go, all better” she cooed to her little girl, wiping a few tears off her rosy little cheeks. “No more icky; nice and clean and dry in a comfy new diapie.” Fate gave one last little sniffle. “‘ank you, mama…” she mumbled around her pacifier. She then giggled and squirmed as Lindy tickled her tummy and sides. Lindy pulled her up into a tight hug, which she happily returned. After a few minutes of hugging, Fate pulled her binky out of her mouth briefly. “Hey, mama? What… does Chrono think of… of you adopting me?” Lindy smiled. “Actually, I talked to him and Arf about it before they left on their respective missions, and they’re both all for it. I think Arf saw it coming before anyone else did, really. And Chrono… well, you know how stoic he is, but I’m his mother, so I can tell that the thought of having you as a baby sister made him really happy; he kinda already has been playing the big-brother role for you since you started living with us…” ----Elsewhere---- On another world, Chrono Harlaown, 14-year-old Enforcer (though he was such a ‘late bloomer’ that he looked and sounded closer to 10 or 11) was gathered with the squad he was working with, when he received an e-message from home. With his squadmates (to whom he’d explained the family situation already during R&R) hanging over his shoulders, he opened it to find a simple typed message: ‘Fate said yes; Chrono, you are now a big brother.’ Chrono felt a strange warmth and happiness swell up in his chest, a smile forming on his normally-stoic face, as his squadmates congratulated him, gave him pats on the back or head and such. ----Back at the Harlaown Residence---- “Would you like to e-message Nanoha, Yūno, and Hayate and the others, or wait until they come back for your birthday party so you can tell them in person?” Lindy asked. “I… I want to tell them face-to-face, mama” Fate replied. “I-If that’s okay.” “Of course it is, sweetie. Whichever you pick is fine by me. Now, wasn’t there something you wanted to read with me, right?” The little girl smiled and gave a nod, nuzzling against her mother again. -----Break----- 10:30 PM “…Aaand, there we go.” Lindy finished taping up Fate’s super-thick nighttime diaper, looking down at the rosy-cheeked, smiling face of her little daughter, loose golden hair fanned out beneath her. Preparing herself for what she had planned, Lindy then climbed up onto the bed, helping Fate sit up and then having seat beside/across from her. Mentally, she triggered the lights to dim but not go all the way out, and reached out and gently stroked her little girl’s face, loving how Fate adorably leaned into her hand with a calmed smile. “Are you hungry or thirsty, Fate?” she asked. “…Kinda…” the little girl admitted. “How come?” “Well… If you’re okay with it, there’s something we could try, baby girl.” With that, Lindy took off her shirt, leaving her in just her teal panties, her sizable breasts exposed. Fate blushed, and after a couple seconds she got Lindy’s meaning and blushed quite a bit more, looking a bit unsure. “You don’t have to, sweetie” Lindy said. “If you don’t want to, don’t try to force yourself. Just… let me know, however you want to.” After several seconds, Fate crawled closer (with difficulty, due to her super-thick diaper). Slowly, bashfully, she laid herself across Lindy’s lap. Lindy smiled as she gently took hold of her little girl, one arm supporting Fate’s neck and head, the other resting on her tummy. She gently maneuvered Fate’s head closer to and against her left breast, and the instant the nipple brushed against Fate’s lips she immediately instinctively took it in and began to suckle. She was still blushing, but soon her pretty red eyes were half-closed as her whole body relaxed, the warm sweet milk already starting to become a lovely warmth in her tummy. She looked up at her new mommy, who had a beautiful smile full of love being directed right at her. As the little one nursed, something amazing happened between Fate and Lindy. It was something that usually did happen between a mage mother and her baby when ‘feeding’ like this. Invisibly, Fate and Lindy’s Linker Cores formed a special connection, a little of Fate’s Core Mana flowing into Lindy’s Linker Core, mingling and joining/merging with it alongside some old bits of Chrono’s mana from over a decade ago, while a ‘chunk’ of Lindy’s Core Mana flowed into and around Fate’s Linker Core. Their Cores would forever carry some of each other’s Core Mana mixed in; this sort of special connection usually was seen between some biological mother-child mage pairs, as breast-feeding was generally required to forge it. It also brought through a flood of emotions and sensations, the bulk of which affected Fate; in addition, an empathic link was open between the two of them, transmitting warmth, happiness, contentment, comfort, trust, and love. It was always the nursing member of the pair who got the ‘most’ of this flow. In nearly all cases, as the nurser was a baby, they didn’t – couldn’t – dwell much on it. But for Fate, the effect was more profound. The incredible, wonderful warmth and happiness and comfort and security and peace and so many other things and love, so much love, was so great, so overwhelmingly powerful and wonderful and right, that it brought tears of joy to her eyes. She let out a soft coo as she kept suckling, a feeling of pure peace, happiness, safety, and love overwhelming the last of her emotional barriers. “Fate…” Lindy murmured to her. “My precious little girl… My sweet, kindhearted, brave, pure, patient, gentle, loving, delicate, adorable, beautiful little baby girl…” Fate didn’t really pay any attention to the passing of time, beyond content to simply stay in her mother’s arms, eyes closed in sleepiness and bliss as she suckled, her belly as full of warmth as her heart. Eventually, she was pleasantly full, and slowly stopped and pulled back to let her new-mama know. The pacifier was pushed back into her mouth, and she suckled on it as she slowly opened her eyes, looking up at her mama with eyes full of love. Lindy smiled and pulled her close while laying back, now lying with Fate partially on top of her, her shoulder and breast acting as the little girl’s pillow as she magi-psychically turned the lights all the way off. “Mama loves you, Fate” she whispered, softly rubbing her baby girl’s back as the girl sleepily suckled on her binky. “Mama loves you very much.” “Mama…” Fate mumbled through her binky, an angelic smile on her cute little face as she was already drifting off to sleep, feeling her mama’s warmth inside and out, being soothed by the lullaby of Lindy’s heartbeat, and all this while wearing an extra-thick super-max-comfort diaper. It would turn out to be the best night’s sleep she had ever yet had. ------------------------------------------------ And that's it... for the repost part, that is...
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  6. are you on the tv show.. "the deadiest catch" if so can you send me a autograph.. lol j/k
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  7. Is this gonna merge the posts again? Is there a way to make it not do that? --------------------------------------- 7:00 PM Fate was being held in Lindy’s lap, the woman’s left hand supporting her upper body while the right hand hand-fed her dinner. The little blonde had a bit of a blush on her face, but this was overall rather comforting and soothing, helped by the still-attention-grabbing comfortableness of the custom diaper, as well as the warmth of hot food in her belly. As the last bites were fed to her, Fate squeaked and blushed a little more as she wet her diaper, feeling the warmth spreading again. If Lindy noticed, she paid no mind, continuing to feed Fate the last of her dinner. The little girl shifted around in her seat a little bit, and in response Lindy held her a little closer. Even when freshly wet and warm, the custom-max-comfort diaper was still comfy. “It’s time for a little something special, sweetie” Lindy said, as she pulled something out and held it up for Fate to see. The little blonde blushed as she recognized it as a baby bottle. Lindy brought it in close, pressing the nipple against Fate’s mouth, and the little diapered blonde instinctively took it between her lips and began to suckle, taking in the warm milk. “There we go” Lindy cooed to her. “Not too fast, honey. That’s it. Nice and slow…” Fate blushed and let out a soft, quiet murmur in response as she kept drinking, taking it slow as she was instructed. She felt… warm. The warmth of the food in her belly and the milk flowing in, the warmth of Lindy’s body and her touch and her caring and love, even the warmth of her wet diaper. It all felt so warm, in a very pleasant way. She looked up at Lindy, her eyes big and wide, and the woman looked down at her with a gentle smile. Fate relaxed, snuggling a little closer up against Lindy’s body, feeling the woman gently rub her bare shoulder a little in response. Eventually, she emptied the bottle, which was set off to the side, and she murmured softly as Lindy gently stroked her full tummy for a moment or so. The woman’s hand then moved down to check her diaper – which was somehow still nice and warm – and then she stood up, carrying Fate back into her bedroom, gently setting her down on the bed and beginning to change her. “Hey Fate,” Lindy said as she wiped the girl clean, “I want you to be honest with me. What do you think of this so far? Not just today, being in diapers and being babied, but overall living with me, being taken care of by me, and such?” The little blonde was quiet for a moment. “It’s… It’s actually really… really nice” she admitted. “You’re always so nice, and patient, and gentle with me, and you do fun things with me, and you watch out for me, and you make such good food for me, and… After today, especially, I feel like… I’m closer with you. I trust you a whole lot, your touch helps me calm down, and… there’s a nice feeling in my heart.” “Would you say it’s like… having a family?” Lindy carefully asked. “…Yeah…” Fate replied after a moment’s thought. “Yes, I think that’s…” Lindy sat the now-nude little girl up, looking her in the eye with a small, nervous smile. “I’m very happy to hear that” she told her. “I love taking care of you, Fate. I love having you in my home. That’s why… I was thinking… Fate, honey… Would you be okay if…” she swallowed nervously. “I-If I… officially adopted you? As a daughter?” Fate gasped, holding a hand to her heart. Her head hung down, hiding her face from Lindy’s sight, as she thought long and hard about it. Lindy felt increasingly nervous, and then she heard a quiet sniffle. But then Fate looked up at her, and though her eyes were now moist, they were over the prettiest smile that the little girl had ever made. “…Yes” Fate choked out. “Thinking about a-all you’ve done for me, h-how you make me feel… Yes. I want to be your daughter. I want… t-to call you ‘Mom’.” Lindy let out a shuddered breath, her own smile matching Fate’s as she embraced the little one, who quickly hugged her back, the both of them shedding a few tears of joy. “I want to be your little girl…” Fate whispered. “You already are, sweetheart” Lindy replied. “You already are. …Hey, Fate. Do you know what day it is? I dug around a little, did some calculations, and… It’s your birthday, Fate.” Fate pulled back a little to look at her, a teary smile on her face. “T-This is the best gift ever…” she replied. Lindy stroked her hair. “Eight days from now, when Nanoha and Chrono and Yūno and Hayate and Arf and everyone else are all free, we’re gonna have a birthday party for you. I’m sorry if it’ll be a little late, but everyone should be here for it.” “Mmkay…” “And I don’t know what your last few birthdays were like, but around here, little girls’ birthdays are supposed to have presents, and cake, and friends & family there. This’ll be your first ‘proper’ birthday, I think. Now, then…” she pressed her forehead against Fate’s, tapping the little girl’s nose with her fingertip and earning a tiny giggle. “You’ve just been born, sweetie, so we should get your diaper on you.” Fate let out a sniffle and a giggle, trying to wipe away her tears only for Lindy to stop her and do that for her. “‘Kay…” she whispered. She lay back, and Lindy leaned over her, looking down at her with an expression of pure motherly happiness on her face. “My sweet, beautiful little baby girl…” she whispered. Fate looked up at her, eyes big and shining with love, an unbearably adorable flushed-cheeks smile on her face. “Mama…” she said softly. At that, Lindy had to wipe away another tear of joy, before she then moved back and proceeded with putting the little one’s new diaper on her. Fate let out a heartwarmingly adorable little baby-giggle as her bottom was baby-powdered, and after the rest was done and the diaper was taped nice and comfy-snug, she cooed softly as she wiggled around a bit, a smile still on her face. Lindy pulled her up into a hug, which she gleefully returned, and when Lindy gave her the usual diapered-butt-pat, she made a little happy noise and snuggled closer, basking in her new mother’s love. “Shall we go back out into the living room?” Lindy asked. Fate looked up to meet her gaze, still with a big smile, and then snuggled close again. “Okay, mama” -----Break----- 10:30 PM The past few hours, Lindy and Fate had been inseparable. More often than not Fate followed Lindy everywhere, waddling in her wake, though Lindy did not mind this at all and in fact found it absolutely adorable, all too happy to be close to her new daughter as much as possible. They spent a fair amount of time just cuddling together on the chair or sofa, Lindy holding her new baby girl in her lap, snuggling and hugging her, or laying down on the sofa with Fate laying on top of her, the little girl feeling truly relaxed and happy, more so than ever before (except maybe when she was with Nanoha and Yūno). Hugs, snuggles, pets, back rubs, diaper-pats, kisses on her forehead, a little tickling here & there… Fate was receiving more gentle physical affection than she ever had before, and she was loving it. She even allowed herself to act and talk a bit more ‘babyish’ – crawling to get around for short distances, hugging onto soft things whenever she couldn’t do so to Lindy, smiling and laughing more, even briefly sucking her thumb a few times without fully realizing it… And oh, her reaction when Lindy gave her a little chocolate cupcake, her first ever; after the first bite, her smile had lit up the room, a sparkle in her eyes as she gleefully devoured it. Right now, as the two sat next to each other on the couch, Fate looked over & up at Lindy, who after a few seconds looked back and smiled at her, which Fate quickly returned and then scooted closer. Lindy let out a quiet chuckle as she wrapped her arm around her little girl. Suddenly, Fate let out a quiet squeak, and blushed as she fidgeted a little, leaning against Lindy, who quickly ascertained that the little one was wetting or had just wet her diaper. After several seconds, Fate let out a cute little yawn, and Lindy found herself following suit soon after. Looking at the clock, she decided that both she and Fate had had an eventful day. “Okay, sweetheart,” she said, “I think it’s time for bed.” She stood up, and then scooped Fate up into her arms, carrying her into the bedroom and setting her down on the edge of the bed, which now had the comforter and top sheet pulled back to reveal the cool pink base sheet. “Alright, sweetie,” Lindy said, “I’ve got special night-time diapies for you. They’re meant to last all through the night, since you’ll probably end up going two or maybe three times while you’re asleep, so they’re super-thick. They’re also nice and comfy just like the daytime ones, so you can fall asleep easy.” “Mmkay, mama…” the little girl replied, assuming the position, and holding a knuckle to her mouth as she blushed. “N… Night diapie, please?” Lindy giggled. “Sure thing, baby girl.” Fate relaxed as she lay on her back, feeling and hearing the usual things but this time also watching as Lindy undid her diaper and started gently cleaning her, smiling at her the whole time, and she blushed as she returned the smile as best she could, Lindy’s presence and gentle touch soothing her. Once that part was done, Lindy got out the new night-diaper (obscured from Fate’s view by her own lower body, magically lifted and held up) and positioned it beneath Fate’s lifted-up bottom, powdering it. The little girl giggled a bit as her butt was baby-powdered, and when she was lowered onto the diaper she could already tell that her bottom was farther up off the bed than normal. The rest of her diaper area was powdered, and the diaper was then taped up nice and snug. The new, nighttime diaper was very, very thick and bulky all the way around; it forced Fate’s thighs apart to a degree that she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk in it. It was also really super-comfy, and combined with the baby powder just being in it made her relax a little more. Lindy helped her sit up, and removed the ribbons holding her pigtails, leaving her long blonde hair to fall free. “You have such pretty hair…” Lindy said. “Anyway, I’ve got another little present for you.” She bent down and pulled a small object out, and Fate felt a bit of surprise as it was promptly pushed into her mouth. She blushed again as she realized it was a pacifier, pink and yellow, though after a few seconds she began shyly, slowly sucking on it. “I’ll be right back in just a couple minutes, honey” Lindy said as she began to leave. “Just wait for me.” “Mmkay, mama” Fate mumbled around the binky in her mouth. As Lindy left, Fate sat there like a good girl, looking around a little bit. She shifted and bounced in her seat a bit, feeling the super-thick diaper padding under her butt and between her legs, and she continued to lazily suck on the pacifier. After a few minutes Lindy came back, now with her hair down and wearing a nightgown. “You can say no, but… would you be okay if mommy slept in the same bed with you tonight?” Fate’s cheeks were pink, but her smile was visible behind her pacifier. She nodded, and then scooted up & over (as she thought, the nighttime diaper was so thick it was hard to move in), making room and laying her head back on the pillow, letting out a happy sigh as she lay on the comfy bed, in her comfy diaper. Lindy crawled into bed beside her, lying half on her front so that her arm and hand could reach Fate, softly stroking the girl’s cheek as she bent up to kiss the girl’s forehead. She triggered the lights to go off, and then settled down right next to Fate, her hand comfortingly resting on the little girl’s tummy, slowly and softly rubbing. Fate let out a quiet murmur as she continued to lightly suckle on her new binky, the combination of that, Lindy’s touch, the bed, and the diaper working to soothe her to a wonderful degree. In less than a minute, she was asleep, a happy smile on her lips as she continued softly suckling.
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  8. Testing, 150PM my time, seeing if this becomes a separate post or gets merged into the previous one. *Hits 'Submit Reply'* EDITING IN NEXT SECTION --------------------------------------- 4:40 PM Fate was lying on her front on the soft carpet as she read an e-book, occasionally leaning to the side to sip from a glass of water, legs sometimes lazily kicking in the air. She was no longer nervous or shy about Lindy seeing her back, and the woman sometimes came by and gave her random touches or brief hugs, helping Fate feel relaxed and at ease. Suddenly, she blushed and made a quiet whimper as, for the third time today, she began to involuntarily wet her diaper. She let out a shuddering breath as she felt the wetness and warmth spreading, her diaper swelling out as it soaked it all up. When it was done, she laid there like that for a few moments before telepathically ‘calling’ out to Lindy. “I’ll be there in a minute, honey!” Lindy called out from somewhere in another room. After laying there in her warm wet diaper for a couple minutes, Fate heard Lindy approaching from the side. The woman set down a box next to the changing mat, and then called Fate forward. The blonde blushed and let out a little groan as she crawled on all fours, feeling her wet diaper shift and squish as she did, until she reached the mat and laid down on it. Lindy got to work, removing the wet diaper and wiping her clean, but as she put the new diaper on Fate was aware that there was only a little bit of baby powder. “Sorry about this, sweetie,” Lindy said, placing her hand on Fate’s lower belly, “but we need to get it done.” Fate then jumped in surprise as a tingling pulse of magic was sent into her abdomen. She was then pulled up onto her knees and held close, bending over somewhat with her diapered bottom sticking out. She gasped as she felt a certain urge coming, and quickly began trying to hold it back. After a few seconds, she went a little pale as she realized what Lindy had meant. She whimpered, her lower body squirming a little as the urge to ‘go’ began to steadily increase. “Come on, sweetheart” Lindy whispered to her in a soothing tone, rubbing her back. “Let it out. It’s been a couple days so you’ve got a lot built up inside. Come on… Be a good baby girl and make big messies in your diapie for me.” Fate whimpered again as she continued to fight against the increasing pressure in her bottom, her diaper rustling faintly as her butt wiggled back and forth a little. Lindy continued to whisper ‘encouragement’ to her all the way, still holding her and rubbing her back. Fate’s face was now buried between Lindy’s breasts, muffling her pants and squeaks as she fought desperately. Finally, though, she lost the fight, and she let out a distressed squealing moan as the mess began to come out with force into her waiting diaper. She gritted her teeth and shuddered, her face going red, as the hot, mushy, icky mess grew and grew by the second, coming out of her and filling her snug diaper more and more, with no signs of stopping. It felt so hot, and so icky, her eyes started to tear up, and she was dimly aware that the seat of her diaper was bulging out. Finally, after what felt for the poor girl like a very long time, it finally stopped coming. Fate let out a soft, whimpered sigh as she stayed in that position, leaning against and held up by Lindy. She could feel the weight and heat of the very big load in her diaper, kept close by the snugness of the garment, pressing/holding the mushy mess against her a little. At the same time, her body was a little limp and ‘weak’ from the relaxed relief it was feeling. She felt as Lindy’s hand stroked the back of her head. “You’re a good girl, Fate” the woman whispered. “You made a nice, big messy in your diapie. I bet your tummy feels a little better now, huh?” The little blonde looked up at Lindy with plaintive eyes, letting out another whimpered groan as she felt so immature and helpless right now. “Please…” she murmured. “Messy d-diapie feels icky… Please, changie…” Lindy smiled down at her. “Okay” Her hand slid down, lightly cupping the bulging seat of Fate’s diaper, making the girl squeak. “You certainly made a big messy, sweetie… Now then, let’s get you out of this icky thing.” Lindy slowly and carefully laid Fate down in a way that minimized the contact between the messy part of her diaper and the changing mat, so as not to squish it up against her and make it feel even worse for the poor little dear. Lindy cast a minor Air spell on the area to keep the smell contained & nullified, and got to work; Fate covered her beet-red face with both hands as her loaded diaper was un-taped. “Oh my,” Lindy said with mirth in her voice, “it’s hard to believe such a big messy could come out of such a cute little tummy” she lightly patted Fate’s lower belly as she said this, making the girl squeak and cover her face more. The mother proceeded to carefully yet thoroughly wipe the little girl clean, finding the little squeaks the blonde made to be adorable. “Now,” she said as she reached into the new box, “I’ve got something special for you, Fate. Up ‘til now you’ve been wearing diapers pre-produced for girls in your size & age range. But now, and for the rest of however much time you want to keep doing this, I’ve got special diapers that are custom-made for you, Fate – your measurements, your skin and sensitivity, your optimum physical comfort… These diapers are made to be as maximum-comfortable for you as they can possibly be. Now, let’s get one on you, and see what you think.” Fate looked up at the ceiling as Lindy prepared the new diaper, placing it beneath her lifted-up bottom and applying baby powder to it. She shivered and tried to fight back a tiny tickle-giggle as her butt was amply baby-powdered, and then she was slowly lowered onto the new diaper, the rest of her diaper-area coated in baby powder as well. Lindy then taped the diaper up, nice and snug as usual. “There we go!” the mother chirped. “What do you think?” Fate let out a soft coo as she shifted around a little. This new diaper felt even softer than the other ones, seeming to cradle/embrace her hips and butt and crotch in amazing puffy powdered softness. It was thicker/bulkier than the other ones, the added bulk pushing her legs apart a little more; she knew that her ‘diaper waddle’ would be more pronounced in this. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at it; the diaper was mostly white, but with pale ‘baby’-pink tapes, waistband, hot-pink hearts in a row on the front decal, and tiny pale-pink hearts all over. Carefully she sat up, legs open, and looked down at her cute-design diaper as she wiggled in her seat a little. She blushed as a tiny smile formed; it really was super-comfy, maybe more than anything else she’d ever worn, and being in it made her feel strangely safe and secure and relaxed… or maybe that was partially also due to who had put it on her, she thought as she looked up at Lindy, who was smiling warmly at her. “I… I like it…” the little blonde girl spoke softly. “A lot… It’s… really nice…” Lindy, familiar with Fate’s habit of understating her opinions on things, smiled wider as she pulled the little girl into a hug. “I’m glad to hear that, sweetie” she replied. “Come on; let’s see if there’s anything good on.” Lindy helped Fate up onto her feet, and led her over to the couch; Fate blushed as the thicker diaper indeed made her waddle more as it rustled and crinkled with every step, and Lindy giggled at the cuteness. Fate had a seat on the couch, and her whole body relaxed as she let the superior feeling of comfort and security envelop her.
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  9. 9:45 AM Fate sat on the soft, comfy sofa, still simultaneously shy/bashful and relaxed in her soft, comfy diaper. Lindy had been treating her with such kindness and gentleness and affection all morning. …Well, she always did that anyway nowadays, but for some reason today it felt special, felt ‘more’ in some way. It made Fate feel nice inside. She still wasn’t really used to walking in a diaper, moving with a noticeable waddle whenever she did, though Lindy seemed to find that really cute. Right now, they were preparing to watch a movie from Nanoha’s homeland called “Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi”; Nanoha and Suzuka had recommended it to her. As she sat there, waiting for Lindy to finish preparing snacks, Fate suddenly squeaked, eyes opening wide and cheeks going pink, as with only a half-second’s warning she began involuntarily wetting her diaper. She whimpered quietly as her body refused to obey her attempts to stop it, feeling the wet warmth continue to flow into and spread through the crotch of her diaper. After what felt to the mortified little girl like a long time, her bladder was finally finished emptying itself, leaving her in a quite warm and wet diaper. Fate’s face was red as she turned her head toward the kitchen. “L… Lindy-san?” she called out. “What is it, dear?” Lindy poked her head out. Then she saw Fate’s expression, and smiled a little. “Did you wet your diapie, sweetie?” Fate blushed a little deeper, and she gave a little nod. “Okay, I’ll be able to come change you in a few minutes, Fate. Just sit back and relax while you wait for me; being in a wet diapie for a couple minutes won’t hurt you, I promise.” Fate let out a sigh as she tried to relax, unable to not pay attention to the damp warmth that was now spread through a good portion of her diaper. Every time she shifted position, she could feel how her wet diaper was swelled up a little, and felt ‘squishy’. It felt weird, and a little icky, but somehow at the same time the warmth was almost… pleasant, or comforting, or something. She was still blushing, as she hoped Lindy would hurry and come change her so she wouldn’t have to deal with these conflicting feelings about it for much longer. In about four minutes, Lindy finally came in. “Okay, sweetie,” she said, “let’s get your diapie changed so we can watch a movie together.” She laid out a changing mat on the floor, placing the supplies down next to it. “Come over here for your changie, Fate.” Fate blushed a little at the word choices, and then a little more as she realized she’d have to move in this wet diaper. Steeling herself, she scooted forward and stood up off the couch, and started over towards Lindy. She let out a little groan as the increased bulk of her wet diaper made her waddle a little more, while feeling the warm wet diaper squish and shift as she walked. It was more weird than unpleasant, though she was fairly anxious to get out of it. She came up to Lindy and sat down on the mat, lying back and lifting her legs into position. Lindy hovered over her, looking down at her with her usual warm, motherly smile, and Fate felt herself calm down a little just from that. The positioning ‘semi-binds’ on Fate’s legs and lower body came up, and Lindy got to work, un-taping and removing the wet diaper. Fate let out little squeaks and quiet gasps as the nurturing woman gently wiped her clean, and then heard as a new diaper was prepared, slid underneath her bottom, and powdered. She again made quiet squeaks and breaths, as well as a tiny involuntary giggle, as her butt was baby-powdered, and then as she was lowered onto the diaper and the rest of her crotch and her pubic mound were coated in baby powder as well. Lindy taped the new diaper up, nice and snug, and gave the front a couple of gentle pats. “There we go” she cooed to Fate. “T… Thank you for the new diapie, Lindy-san…” Fate murmured, blushing with a hand held to her mouth. Lindy’s smile grew. “Any time, Fate. Whenever you need a changie, sweetie, just let me know. So… What do you think of being in diapies so far, hmm?” “It’s… It’s not bad, really. It’s actually k… kinda nice…” she whispered the last bit, her face red. “They feel weird, but… they’re comfy, and soft, and… stuff… The b-baby powder feels nice, too; makes it a little better…” Lindy chuckled quietly as she pulled Fate up into a hug. “I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying it on some level, sweetie. …Plus, it makes you so cute; I didn’t think it was possible for you to be even cuter, but here you are.” Fate’s blush deepened at that comment, but at the same time it made her make a little smile as she returned Lindy’s hug, the woman’s touch and scent making her relax. “Now then,” Lindy continued, “it’s movie time!” 12:30 PM Fate sat beside Lindy on the sofa, the two of them relaxing and reading together. Lindy moved the hand she had resting on Fate’s far shoulder to her upper back, not really paying attention as she softly rubbed it. After a few seconds, though, she became consciously aware of Fate tensing up, and then realized her hand was following along a long, thin mark it had discovered. Feeling a flash of panic at causing undue distress, she pulled her hand away quickly, catching Fate’s attention. “I-I’m so sorry, dear!” she said. “I didn’t mean to…” “…It’s alright” Fate replied quietly. She was quiet for several seconds. “Um… Lindy-san…” “Hm?” “I…” she swallowed nervously, taking a steadying breath. “I’ll… let you see them…” Lindy’s eyes widened. “Are… Are you sure about that, sweetie?” The little girl nodded. She then got up and crawled over to the far end of the couch, and laid down on her front, head and folded arms propped up on the far armrest, her legs spread open a bit by her diaper and her two pigtails out to either side, leaving her entire nude back exposed. Lindy got on her hands & knees over the girl, and let out a quiet gasp as for the first time she got a good look at her charge’s back. Thin scars of varying length and angle crisscrossed the soft, light-toned flesh. Lindy reached a hand out and began using fingertips to gently trace each scar, and she felt & saw as Fate tensed up a little in response, almost flinching, a conditioned response to anything touching her back. ‘Damn you, Precia…’ Lindy scowled. “Fate…” she said softly, bending down a little so the girl could hear her better. “I want you to know something. I want you to know that I will never, ever hurt you like that. I promise you that, okay? What you experienced is something that no child should ever go through, and I am going to do everything I can to make it so you never do again. I offer to you my patience, my understanding, my help whenever & however you need it, my guidance, my protection, and my arms to hold you. I will protect you, Fate. You have my word as an Admiral, as a decent person, and as a mother.” Fate turned her head to look at Lindy, one eye peeking back at her, wide and looking to be starting to tear up. “When I look at your back right now,” Lindy continued, gently rubbing the girl’s back, “I see the pain and loneliness you endured for far too long. But I also see… the back of a shy, quiet, kind, patient, loving, brave, absolute sweetheart of a beautiful little girl.” Her smile became a grin. “Well, and her cute little diapered tushie.” She gave the blonde’s padded bottom a couple soft pats, making the little girl blush and squeak. As she then ran her hands along Fate’s sides, though, she noticed that the girl jumped a bit. After a few seconds, she grinned mischievously. Fate was caught by surprise as Lindy gently flipped her over onto her back, hovering over her with a grin and wiggling her fingers. Fate’s eyes went wide the split-second before contact as she realized what was coming. Lindy began tickling Fate’s belly and sides, and within seconds the little girl was giggling and squirming, helpless as minor Binds kept her from accidentally kicking her ‘tormentor’ as the tickling intensity increased, now including the sides of her ribs. Lindy felt her happiness swelling, Fate’s giggles, squeaks, and squeals filling her ears as the little blonde wriggled beneath her, eyes closed & teary and cheeks flushed as she laughed helplessly. Following an urge, she bent down and blew a raspberry on the little girl’s tummy, making Fate let out a squeal that dissolved into giggles as the tickling continued. Lindy soon brought the ‘torment’ to an end, trailing off rather than stopping all at once, smiling as she looked down at little Fate who was still giggling sporadically as she panted for breath, twitching a little as the ‘aftershocks’ hit her. Her cheeks were flushed, and the smile had yet to leave her face. Lindy looked down and, spotting something, moved her hand to check Fate’s diaper, noticing as the girl gave a little whimper between giggles when she did. “Did I make you wet your diapie, sweetie?” she asked. The little blonde nodded, still panting and letting out little giggles. Lindy got up and picked Fate up, carrying her over to the changing mat and laying her down on it. She proceeded to change the little girl, who still let out sporadic little giggles that briefly ‘flared up’ when she was baby-powdered. As the new diaper was taped snugly into place, Fate looked up at her with a big smile. “Lindy-san…” she said softly. “Thank you…” “Anytime, sweetheart” the mother replied as she pulled the little girl into a hug, feeling how relaxed she was now. “Any time.” ------------------------------------ I'm gone for ~5 hours; will resume reposting when I return, probably. EDIT: "Your replies have been merged"? The hell?
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  10. Well, I'd like to be spanked with the diaper on, but not on the butt in said case- legs below the diaper hurt too. I found that out when I spanked myself with the leg of a broken off tripod (the end that was still fully intact, not the part that splintered out) and boy did it sting FAST. Makes me wish I had someone to do it to me because forcing myself is hard when I can just walk away. D:
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  11. i'm not usually a person to rag on someone's spelling and grammar.. but.. dude.. take an english course that was painful to read.....
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  12. I think most people in government are way out of touch with the real world, and have their heads planted firmly up their asses.
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  13. In first grade, it had been a bad day. Two accidents in his pants. After the first accident, Cameron had been taken to the nurse's office and changed into the spare set of clothes kept at school from all his frequent accidents. The other kids called him potty pants boy. His second accident came after lunch and recess. The bathroom had been at the end of the hall; he'd almost been there when his bladder lost the battle and he wet his pants. The teacher found him out in the hall, sobbing. She'd taken him to the nurse's office. His father, Charles MacLeod, had to leave work to pick him up. He'd stormed into the nurse's office; the heavy door banged into the wall so hard the door knob dented the plaster. In front of the school personnel, Charles was pleasant, but Cameron could see the cold, quiet anger burning behind that forced smile, lurking in his eyes. In the car, Cameron had been so terrified, he wet his already wet pants as he cowered on the floor of the backseat. At home, Charles' rage flared. He yanked Cameron out of the car by his hair while Cameron tried to run, sobbing how sorry he was. Charles snarled, his shouts echoing off the walls and his face turning purple. In his terror, he messed his favorite Spiderman undies. This set Charles off even more. Cameron had never seen his hot headed, temperamental father so angry. Eventually, Charles' screaming stopped; he went quiet and calm as he dragged Cameron to the bathroom to clean up. Cameron, in turn, almost fainted during a panic attack, unable to breathe. Charles calmly picked the trembling boy up and left him alone in the bathroom. He came back with duct tape. Bed alarms, pull ups, constant potty trips every hour; nothing worked to cure his son of his accidents. This was the final straw. He'd force Cameron to learn, one way or another. The hard way was all he had left. Cameron had wished his father would just hit him, yell at him some more. That was familiar. This silence was new. He did not know how to react to it, so he just lay in a ball on the floor, too terrified to move. Wordlessly, without looking at him, Charles had removed Cameron's wet, soiled clothing, picked Cameron up, and sat him on the toilet. The he duct taped him to the porcelain. And left him there for two days. Cameron's accident was on a Friday; he wasn't allowed off the potty until Sunday no matter how much he screamed for help, begged and pleaded. His father just calmly, quietly ignored him. The mess on his backside was dried and burned. He was limp with exhaustion, hunger and thirst. His legs were numb, cramped and burned. By Sunday morning, he was so weak and worn all he could do was whimper as his father ripped the tape off his bare skin. He crumpled bonelessly to the floor when Charles yanked him up and hauled him to a tub full of icy cold water. Feet touching the water, he'd kicked out, trying to jerk free. "You want hot? I'll give you hot." Charles had snarled, throwing Cameron on the floor and storming down to the basement to turn up the water heater, all the way up in his blind rage. Up where it shouldn't be- into dangerous, near boiling temperatures. Charles stormed back and refilled the tub. Cameron lay listless on the floor, too weak to get up. Charles jerked on Cameron's thin arm, nearly dislocating it. Cameron stumbled, hitting his head off the sharp, hard marble corner of the sink. He was unconscious upon impact, blood dripping from his head wound. Later, in the hospital, police station, and on the stand in the court room, Charles would claim Cameron slipped and fell. The burns on Cameron's body told a different story. The third degree burns covering most of his body started and ended in straight lines, leaving a clear, linear distinction between healthy skin and boiled, melted, damaged flesh. Those lines bore testament to Cameron being dipped into the steaming hot water. An accidental fall would have resulted in random splash burns. Straight lines could only mean he was purposefully placed into the extremely hot water. Cameron whimpered softly as his thin body trembled, curled up in a fetal position on the soft carpet as he relived the memories. He sucked frantically on his paci, nursing so hard on the rubber nipple the plastic shield pressed into his soft, bruised skin. The rhythmic motion soothed him, a deeply entrenched coping mechanism he'd learned in regression therapy hospital. Slowly, he calmed down as he fought off the emotional and mental scars from that horrible day. He nursed his paci until he calmed down, his heart stopped pounding and limbs shaking. He was oblivious to the warm, wet swell of his diaper as he peed. Slobber coated his chin and dampened his bib. He relaxed into the soft carpet, running his mitten covered fingers over it. The thick padding of the mittens blocked him from feeling the carpet fibers. This carpet wasn't as thick as the one in his nursery. His bony hip and shoulder ached from laying on the hard floor so long, and his leg muscles started to cramp from the too-small sleeper preventing him from stretching them out. His knees throbbed dully from his sojourn on the hardwood hallway floor. What was he doing here? He should get back to the safety of the nursery. Across the room, a sphere of bright colors drew his attention. He tilted his head, carpet fibers scratchy as his soft cheek skimmed over them. His ball. Oh, yeah- he came here to get his ball and get back before he got caught. Easy. He could do this. He was almost there. No problem. Keeping his gaze focused on the carpet, away from the all the pictures of his father, he rolled onto his belly and got up on his hands and knees. The huge bulk of his diaper pushed his legs far apart. His bib dangled down, brushing the carpet and the top of his padded mittens. His knees throbbed in protest; he could feel bruises forming to match the ones on his face from the ball hitting him. His diaper crinkled noisily and his limbs trembled in anxious fear as he crawled to his ball. He kept his thoughts focused on the ball, eyes glued to the carpet. The old memories hammered at his conscious, threatening to pull him under and drown him. He tapped the ball with a shaking mitten, gingerly rolling the toy along. The light to Beatrice's walk-in closet was on, door open; her voice floated out in a merry schoolgirl giggle. "Of course it's final, sweetie. We just have to wait for the judge's formal decision, but I had lunch with him Tuesday at the club. It's as good as done. I promised you Mommy would get you out and that's what I did. Competent lawyers are very hard to find. Ima Slyme is the best money can buy. She's working on getting your sentence reduced, if not overturned, thanks to a little legal technicality all those other idiotic boobs I hired kept missing. We've got the judge convinced that whole unpleasant bathroom incident was just an accident. Children do throw fits and tantrums, and accidents happen. Such a pity." Near the bedroom door, Cameron froze as horror washed over him. After a slight pause, Beatrice continued. "Of course you're coming home when you're released. Cameron will behave himself this time. He's in that baby program thing. His brain's nothing but mush. He probably doesn't even remember you. So there's nothing to worry about. Now, I'm meeting with Mrs. Slyme today to discuss the details. In an hour, actually, so I have to finish getting dressed. Bye, baby! Mommy loves you!" Daddy was coming home? The monster who boiled him alive. Coming back into his life. Cameron's world unraveled, all the progress he made in intensive therapy ripping away. Once again, he was a little boy with poop in his wet Spiderman panties, waiting for Daddy to come punish him. His mind blanked; he stared ahead with a vacant gaze, seeing nothing. His heart fluttered; he could barely breath. "Lazy, useless maid. I'm sick of doing her work for her. She's worse than Isabelle. I'm ready to give her a pink slip- Cameron? What are you doing?" The cook stood in the doorway, carrying a silver tray with a steaming cup of mint tea. Irritation gave way to confusion and worry as he took in the glazed eyes and puffy, swollen facial tissue on that pretty face of his employer's grandson. He set the tray down on the nearest dresser then knelt down from his impressive height, right in front of Cameron. The boy stayed still as a statue, lost in his own world. "Cameron? Baby?" Cameron still didn't respond when the cook waved his hand in front of the teen's face. "Okay." Tyrese the cook frowned, reaching out with huge, strong hands to pick the delicate boy up. "Let's get you back to the nursery." The touch and sudden movement pulled Cameron out of the depth of his whirling, turbulent thoughts and terror induced trance. He flinched instinctively at the physical contact. Tears welled in his eyes and ran down his cheeks. His mingled whimpers and sobs were muffled by his paci. "S-sowwy. Sowwy. I be gewd. Sowwy!" He trembled, babbling over and over again he was sorry, he'd be a good boy. Tyrese's frown deepened; he shot a worried glance at the closet, where Beatrice still lingered on the phone to her son. He put two and two together and gentled his voice. "Come on, Cam-cam. It's okay." He spoke as if talking to an actual baby. His strong arms encircled Cameron's fragile body, easily lifting his slight weight. Tyrese stood up; Cameron gasped at the sudden movement. The gentle tone of that deep bass voice sunk in, and he realized who was holding him. He calmed slightly, a little more aware of his surroundings. Daddy wasn't here. Daddy couldn't hurt him. Tyrese was here, and he was always so nice to him. He laid his head on a broad shoulder. One of the cook's muscular arms was under the small of his back, the other under his bent knees. Squished to a muscled wall of chest, he could barely move. A sense of warmth, comfort and security washed over him. The gentle words and touch made him feel safe. "Shush." Tyrese gently soothed as he felt Cameron's trembling. "Your gram's been trying to spring your old man since he first got tossed in the joint. This isn't the first sleezeball lawyer she's hit up, and it won't be the last. Those scum talk a good game, fleecing a desperate old woman out of her money. That's all this is. So don't you worry." Those big arms rocked Cameron as he turned to head to the boy's nursery. Cameron had calmed enough to stay out of the past, grounded in the present. "B-baww. Peese." He lisped softly in a trembling voice. His toddler lisp was even more pronounced and garbled from his paci. He kept his eyes tightly closed, just focusing on the sound of the cook's voice and touch. He was irrationally afraid of making the cook mad, but even more afraid of leaving his ball behind. "S-sowwy!" He apologized again, though for what he wasn't quite sure- crying, disturbing cook, being in grandma's room. All of it. In his emotional state, all he knew was that he was bad, and bad boys needed to apologize or they'd get punished. Tyrese's bushy brows furrowed as he slowly deciphered Cameron's speech. He spied the ball and understanding dawned. He still wondered what the regressed boy was doing in here. Where was that lackadaisical nanny? "Ball? Got it." He punted the ball with his boat of a foot; the toy bounced into the hall and into the open door of the nursery. Cameron lay compliant and quiet in his arms, trying to make himself as small as possible. Show he could be a good boy. Tyrese scowled at the open nursery door with no baby gate in place. The door was all white, with Cameron's name in wooden letters painted pastel blue, mint green, and yellow. He assumed Cameron's ball rolled out, and naturally the boy had chased after his toy. Especially with no baby gate in place to stop him. And no nanny paying attention. Again. His face puckered like he was sucking on a lemon when he stepped into the nursery only to see the nanny absorbed in the television, her back to the rest of the nursery. He laid Cameron down in his crib. At the touch of soft blankets, the boy opened his eyes and timidly peeked up at the huge cook, who smiled to placate and reassure the sensitive, damaged boy. "There ya go, little guy. All safe and sound." His deep voice was as tender as his movements while he tucked a quilt around Cameron's still trembling frame. The quilt was made of pastel blue and yellow squares, trimmed in mint green ribbon. A birthday gift from one of Beatrice's friends. Cameron curled into a fetal position, paci working overtime. He barely seemed to notice Tyrese was there, lost in his head again. The cook moved a soft yellow ducky plush from the padded blue crib bumper next to the boy's head. Cameron didn't even move, didn't notice it. Tyrese sighed, staring down at Cameron with concern, before clicking the crib railing up and making sure it was secure so the boy wouldn't fall out. He gently ruffled Cameron's thick, boyishly unruly hair and the ghost of a smile peeked out from behind the plastic pacifier shield. "T-tank yew." Cameron lisped his thanks in a warbly toddler's babble. The cook turned from the crib to the back of the rocking chair. Through all this, not once had the nanny's eyes left the TV screen. "Isabelle." The name was a growl rumbling from deep within his massive chest, like the ominous rumble of thunder warning of an approaching storm. "What?" She snapped in annoyance, still focused on the television. "Isabelle." The rumbling ratched up a notch. The nanny froze, attention finally torn enough from the soap opera to recognize that tone. She sprang up immediately, turning off the TV and spinning around to stand at attention and staring at Tyrese in a mixture of shock and horror. "Tyrese? What are you doing in here?" All color drained from her face. Tyrese crossed his arms, muscles bulging. He had worked for the MacLeods for three decades and he was their head of staff. He rarely left the kitchen. "I found the baby in Mrs. B's room. In a poopy diaper. With no baby gate. And bruises on his face." His deep voice was even and matter of fact like a court judge reading out a list of charges before a defendant. Isabelle's eyes widened; her mouth moved like a fish but no sound came out. Never, ever had Cameron dared to leave his nursery, let alone crawl into the forbidden kingdom of his grandmother's bedroom. Cameron was always such a good boy; the baby gate was just a regulated formality of the caregiving protocol, and a pain in the ass. With him, she never thought it'd be needed. "In Mrs. B's room? Really?" She finally croaked out, full of bewilderment and disbelief. "Cameron. In Mrs. B's room." Tyrese echoed and nodded solemnly, as if handing down a death sentence. Cook and nanny stared at each other in grave silence, the cook waiting for the nanny to absorb the astonishing truth. From the large crib came a soft whimper as Cameron acknowledged the depth of his trespass. "Shush, sweetie." Isabelle sang out in a motherly, sweet coo. It died on her tongue as Tyrese's dead stare pinned her flat. "We talked about this before. All your warnings are on record. I'm calling the agency and reporting you. Consider this your last day. You're fired." He spun on his heel and left the nursery. A storm gathered on Isabelle's lovely face and her fingers balled into fists. She marched after him, slamming the nursery door shut before tearing into Tyrese in a stream of angry, rapid Spanish. Cameron winced at the echoing slam, curling further under his soft blankets. When cook reprimanded nanny, Cameron had pulled his blanky over his head, hiding. He'd been a very, very bad boy and gotten nanny in trouble. A small, rational part of him insisted nanny got her own self in trouble, but he still felt like it was his fault. If only he'd been a good boy. But his onesie was too small. If only he hadn't cried. But the ball had hurt. If, if if…but, but but…If she did this, if he did that. He'd learned in therapy that kind of thinking did nothing but drive his turbulent emotions further out of control and make his mind race. Things were what they were, and no amount of thinking or wishing would change that. What happened, happened. He couldn't change that. He could only figure out how to proceed from where he currently was. Limbs shaking, he closed his eyes and focused on slowing his rapid breathing. In and out in time with his sucks on his pacifier. Nanny Isabelle was gone. He knew from Tyrese's voice that she wouldn't be coming back. None of the staff did when Tyrese got mad like that. Cameron wouldn't miss her. He wanted to feel sorry for her getting fired, feel ashamed of himself for causing all this trouble. It was his default emotion for when something bad happened. If only he could be a good boy, then all the bad things would go away. He had tried so, so hard to be quiet, be good, yet bad things still happened. He sucked slowly on his binky, tongue playing with the large rubber nipple. The plastic shield slid over his web, slobbery lips. His lips and skin felt puffy and numb, unpleasantly tingling from Nanny Isabelle pressing down so hard. His downy soft blanky stung where it rested on the swelling flesh of his face where the ball had hit him. He just lay quietly in his crib, focusing on his pace and staring blankly up at the blue and yellow fibers of the blanky covering his head. Gradually he calmed and felt numb, so dead inside, as if all that happened had yet to fully penetrate. A layer of thick fog filled his brain and heart, stifling his thoughts and emotions. Nanny Isabelle gone, just like Daddy. Because he was a bad boy again? Grandma Beatrice wanted Daddy back. She didn't want Cameron. Because he was a bad seed? Because no matter how hard he tried, he still managed to screw everything up? He whimpered softly, too tired and drained for tears. His teachers, Ms. Sweeney and Mrs. Vesper, and his other nannies all said what a good boy, a good baby he was. But they were all paid to say that. Lili said he was a good baby, too. She was so nice to him, and she didn't have to be. She was also very bad, and she never felt sorry for it. He remembered the things she did at school that day. Taunting Mrs. Vesper, mouthing off to the principal. Making him laugh when he was ready to cry. He wanted her back. Oh, how he wanted her. Those thoughts and emotions chugged sluggishly through the numb fog. He still stared blankly ahead, too tired for tears. His throbbing cheek swelled, turning a purple red as the bruise formed. His paci slowed until it stopped moving, just sitting in his mouth. The heavy urine in his swollen diaper cooled along with the thick layer of poop smooshed all over his scarred diaper area, up his back and even on his lower tummy. His diaper was cold, clammy and itchy. His leg muscles cramped, yet he never moved, never noticed, too lost in his own head. Even when a fresh, warm stream of pee flooded his over saturated diaper and leaked out a leg hole to form a puddle around his padded bottom. He lay just like that, comatose and catatonic, until the next nanny clocked in for her shift and found him. "So, what shall we do about our Lili-girl?" Jack Renine thoughtfully slurped his coffee- black, strong, and fragrant. Just like he drank it back home in India and out on the trail in the wilds. Simple and plain. None of that dainty doily nonsense his wife Jill but so much importance on. He snorted, white whiskers of his bushy moustache twitching. He glanced across the small side table of his barely used office to the love of his life, who was not his wife. "I've been thinking…." Asha thoughtfully bit into a dainty finger sandwich the maid had brought in along with their coffee. The small sandwich consisted of soft, thin bread, creamy baby Swiss cheese, a thin ribbon of braised beef and a creamy sauce. It was very different from the foods she'd grown up with. She closed her eyes, savoring the rich flavor and succulent meat. She licked the crumbs and sauce from her fingers slowly, well aware of Jack watching her. She opened her eyes, lips curling upwards as she met his gaze. "Highschool might not be the best fit for our granddaughter. She's been causing quite the commotion around town." She paused a heartbeat but Jack said nothing, letting Asha lay claim to his granddaughter. She was the one who had cared for Lili ever since Jack showed up with her one day in India. Raised her and tamed the bull headed wild child. Growing up on a remote reservation had given Lili more freedom than a child in a typical school, American or Indian. Boarding school had been quickly dismissed; Jack hadn't trusted Lili to behave. Instead, she'd been left to Asha's care. And taught Lili she had. Sometimes she thought there were parts of Lili no one could reach. Lili truly hadn't been tamed; she'd just learned to act like she was. Lili knew how to behave well enough to impress foreign dignitaries, ambassadors, and high ranking government officials at balls and banquets. All things Asha had taught her. Jack frowned and carelessly clunked down the delicate, expensive teacup his wife adored. Jill was fond of anything expensive. Jack thought it was too flowery. "That pompous old windbag Witherspoon prattled on and on. It was just a little shaving cream on the toilet seats after the football team won. A harmless victory prank. He gave her detention." He shrugged his reedy shoulders. "I don't see the need for so much fuss. Back in my day, I did worse. Teachers gave you a switch to the backside and life went on. Why do they keep dragging this out? She was punished already." "Perhaps it's the new American way?" Asha teased, earning her a derisive snort from her long time lover. "Principal Witherspoon wanted to talk about her behavior since she's been in school. She's racked up quite a long list in a short time. She did have one good report, though. From the Regression Therapy Special Education teacher. The principal recommended she be placed in the program. He said it's helped cure many troublemakers." She let the implication hang in the air as she took a ladylike sip of tea and bit into another finger sandwich. Jack's sharp bark of laughter echoed off the spacious room's walls. Asha calmly waited for the dark humor to die down. He straightened up in his chair, locking gazes with her. He was no longer smiling. "You do remember the story I told you the night she arrived." His tone was a flat statement, not asking if she remembered. "Yes. I recall." Asha nodded anyway. After the incident with the puppy, Lili's father had beaten her with the buckle end of his belt. Asha had put cream on her bruises and welts. "It was all over that bloody puppy." She spoke calmly, sipping her tea. Jack folded his gnarled hands on the table. He didn't touch his coffee or the lady sandwiches. He waited until Asha's cup clinked back into its saucer. "She never hurt that dog. You've seen her with the animals. You know how she is. Yet she was more of a handful than Prissy ever was." He spoke that part fondly, with a warm inflection. Lili reminded him so much of himself as a child. "Or Prissy was just better at not getting caught. Girls aren't the sweet angels most people think." Asha offered Jack an angelic smile while Jack just stared at her than snorted in amusement at her joke. "Lili was a hard child to handle. The most eerie thing about that day…the thing I remember the clearest….Lili didn't cry. He tanned her ass so hard he tore open skin, and tears were running down her face. But she never cried out, no matter how hard he beat her. She wouldn't yield. Wouldn't give him what he wanted. Instead, she bit his thigh so hard her teeth got stuck in his skin. I had to tweeze several baby teeth out. If I hadn't found them, they would've killed each other. He was bleeding, so was she. After that, he was convinced she was demon possessed. That night, I almost believed him." "Yet we still managed to tame the beast. Lili's just a little different, so we need to handle her a little different." Asha shrugged. This was an old song and dance between them, and Jack usually left the lion's share of the taming to her. "She didn't behave very well in Indonesia." "Neither did we." Asha winked, causing a brief flicker of a roguish glint in Jack's eye at the memory. "She was just fifteen. So was my grand nephew. They were unsupervised and in a foreign country. Of course they'd get into trouble." "They were drunk and naked." Jack frowned, whiskers twitching. He had no objections to either activity- except when it was his young granddaughter doing said activity. "Natural attractions for kids that age. And they were punished. " His snowy mustache twitched as he frowned. "Rajesh got regressed therapy-" "Regression therapy, dear." Asha interjected in a mild correction. "Yes, that. Liliana got tied up in the middle of the village and flogged." The corners of his eyes wrinkled in remembered outrage. He still burned with the memory of helplessly watching as his granddaughter got whipped until she bled. "She refused the leniency of the judge's great, compassionate mercy." Asha's voice dripped sarcasm. "Their country, their laws, their customs. We all knew that. We tried everything we could, Jack. We threatened. Pleaded. Bribed. The money bought leniency. My grandnephew repented and they sentenced him to diapers. Lili spat in the judge's face." "You think she deserved that archaic punishment?" "I think it's just part of who she is. And that experience left an impact on her." Silence fell while Jack picked up a sandwich and put it whole into his mouth. "She was a perfect angel after that." "For a time. She was good with Rajesh, just like she was with the tiger cubs." "My little monster has a surprising maternal instinct." Jack chuckled then sobered up and caught Asha's steely molten brown eyes. "And you think regressing her and unleashing that beast would help her?" Asha daintily sipped her tea, mannerisms much like Jill. "Not exactly. I've got something else in mind." Jack stared at her for a moment. When she didn't reply, he inclined his head, silently giving her his agreement and permission. ''Jack strolled down the huge, long hall of the home he owned but rarely visited. His money paid the bills and paychecks that kept this place running. Just a drop in the bucket of his account. He read the account summaries of his estate, but actually being here made him feel like a king visiting a foreign, vassal country. Some place he owned, but never visited. Passing a family portrait, he paused, studying the photo. Jill sat in an ornate, throne-like chair, Jack standing behind her with their sons and their wives on either side. Liliana and Priscilla as little girls in fancy, frilly dresses knelt at Jill's feet. He remembered the last time Lili saw her father. Last Christmas, when Lili's father had come to visit them in India. He claimed to want to see his estranged family and mend fences, but he'd actually came to beg more money from Jack. Lili's father spent most of his time preaching on missions in South America, occasionally coming home to visit his niece and mother. Never his daughter and father. Before the Christmas visit, years had passed since father and daughter saw one another, ever since the puppy incident. Ever since Indonesia, Lili had appeared to calm down. She'd been so well behaved, even with the spoiled offspring of dignitaries at government banquets. She was so mannerly and polite. Even when her father first arrived for his Christmas visit. Until they were alone and he tried to make amends, apologize and get his daughter back. Lili wasn't interested and let him know it in no uncertain terms. He remarked on her snake bites and facial piercings. He quoted Scripture at her. In turn, she carved a pentagram symbol into her palm with her hunting knife and offered to conjure up a demon. He'd run from the room in terror. He and Jack got into a raging argument that ended with him leaving India that night. Jack hadn't heard from him since. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& "Ah, baby girl, there you are." Asha smiled warmly as Lili breezed into Jack's stuffy study. The corners of her mouth quirked at the second long pause in Lili's confident stride as Lili caught her emphasis on baby girl. Such a little thing with so many possible meanings. Things Asha would never say out loud. Subtext. Unspoken nuances in life that made all the difference between the lions and the lambs of the world. Lessons she'd tried to teach Lili. Those were the kinds of things a person had to figure out for themselves. For the most part, Lili was a clever girl when she wasn't being incredibly Jack-like in her stupidity, like during their sojourn in Indonesia. So Asha patiently taught in subtle nuance. Sometimes, thousands of tiny cuts were more effective than one great lashing. Liliana smoothly sank down onto the stiff, wooden chair in a prim, proper heiress posture that would have done Priscilla proud. Lili usually boyishly slouched and sprawled. Now, she sat in an open, relaxed yet modest seat befitting a well bred lady of quality. Prissy used to sit like that; Jill had trained her well. "Dadiji." Lili inclined her head, addressing Asha as grandmother in Hindi. A polite smile pasted on her pink lips as the two regarded each other like chess players. Asha knew all Lili had done, and Lili knew that she knew. Now the dire question: What would Asha do? Asha sipped her tea, regarding the girl over the porcelain rim of a gold leafed cup. she thought of her as her own grandchild, but she had Lili's measure. Lili hid her feelings behind a veil of social politeness, but Asha saw how she squirmed inside. Asha herself gave no reaction to Lili's strange attire. Well, strange for her. She looked uncannily like Priscilla dressed like that. The girls could be sisters, not cousins. Almost twins with Lili out of all that dark gothic crap. Only her snakebites distinguished her. Her perfectly preppy ensemble hung on Lili like a Halloween costume. Asha's smile slowly grew as she set her teacup down. Oh yes, this would do quite nicely for a lesson. "I like your new look." Lili just nodded warily, put on edge by that smile. Lili would wear that costume so well it would become a second skin. A cloak. A disguise so believable it felt real, fooled others. Smoke and mirrors. All in the subtext of life. People believed what they saw, felt, perceived. Life was so much simpler when they saw what you wanted them to see. You had to make them believe it was truth, trick them into thinking it was something they wanted to see. With all the waves Lili had been making about town, she hadn't learned that lesson yet. "Have some tea, dear." With a clink of Jill's expensive, fine china, Asha poured Lili a cup and pushed the tray of finger sandwiches toward her. Lili hesitated then took one, eyes never leaving Asha's face. "So nice to see you spending quality time with your cousin." "Yeah." Asha heard the hesitation in Lili's tone, the wariness. She hadn't figured out Asha's angle yet. To safe face and give herself time, Lili shoved the whole sandwich into her mouth in a gesture reminiscent of her grandfather. No dainty bites of a well bred lady here. She washed it down with a slurpy gulp of tea then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand instead of the cloth napkin and shrugged. "We had some catching up to do. Figure I owed Prissy that much." Her mouth twitched as if at a private joke. Asha's dark brown eyes glinted as she pinned Lili into place. "Especially those diapers?" Her eyebrow rose up for emphasis. Lili paled. "Her old diapers leaked a lot. The new ones last longer and keep moisture away from her skin. Helps prevent diaper rash." Liliana quickly caught herself, the lie slipping through her lips like silk. "So it was all for Priscilla's welfare? Very considerate of you, given your history with each other." Asha took a dainty sip of her tea, staring into Lili's eyes. "That was long ago. Time to forgive and forget, yeah? Especially after her tragic accident." Lili took a small finger sandwich, never looking away from Asha. Her hand bumped into her plate, making it clatter into her tea cup; a small betrayal of her nerves. Asha's lips twitched. Lili was almost as good a liar as she was. Bend and twist the truth, but believe it to be a truth so others will believe it, too. The art of truthful lying. "And the boy? Max?" "An old friend of hers. I brought him to visit. She's been cooped up in the hospital then in that room, all by herself. She always used to be so social. I figured she was lonely." "I'm relieved you're telling me the truth." Asha watched as Lili's hand paused for a fraction of a second before bringing the small sandwich up to her mouth. Asha closed her eyes and sipped her tea. Opening them a little, she caught Lili slouching in a moment of respite. She opened her eyes and Lili snapped to attention, her back properly straight. Sweetie, the noose fits you well. She thought. "The truth is much better than those ugly stories floating around town about your behavior." Lili stuffed her mouth full of sandwich, giving herself a moment to think. "I did a lotta stupid shit when I was young. People remember. You know how truth gets exaggerated in the town rumor mill, yeah?" "Yes, I've heard all the old stories about you. Quite a few new ones, too." Asha paused to pat her lips with a cloth napkin. "Mapleton is such a lovely town. I've been having afternoon tea with a few members of the Ladies' Society. I also had an…interesting and informative nightcap with a teacher. She specializes in Regression Therapy. Oh, what was her name……" She drew it out, smiling expectantly at Lili, who sat stock still. "Ah, Annabelle Sweeney, that's it." Lili's eyes widened, caught off guard at the realization of just how much snooping around Asha had done. "I also bumped into a Mr. Witherspoon. He told me some stories about you. Of course, I didn't believe any of it. Not my well behaved baby girl." Lili choked on her tea, spluttering at Asha's well timed blow. Tea dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin, and onto the table while Asha sat back calmly. Tea dribbled out her mouth, down her chin, and dripped onto the table. Asha passed her a cloth napkin; Lili mopped up the mess. Asha's last words were a lie, and they both knew it. Lili second guessed herself, her mind racing to figure out Asha's game, what her angle was. "Okay." She said, but Asha just stared at her with a cool, all-knowing look, like she could see right through her. Lili squirmed as the silence dragged out, then she crumbled under the weight of Asha's stare. "Fine." She exhaled sharply and tossed the wet napkin down. "Maybe I got a little carried away." "You could say that again. I'm just glad to see you mending your ways. Or appearing to, at any rate. I particularly like the new look. It makes a statement to the rest of the world. I do hope you'll keep it up. And taking care of your disabled cousin. Shows you're growing up. Maturing that comes with change. Or at least the appearance of it. Still, all this free time on your hands…..you really should do something with it. I have the perfect solution, and you'd be helping one of dear Jill's friends out, too. You've got plenty of experience helping me with Rajesh, and with Prissy, too." "Um. Okay." Lili fidgeted, poking at her teacup, looking down at the stains on the napkin. Asha was backing her into a corner. She could mouth off, swagger around, but Asha always knew how to disarm her. Egging Asha on always made things worse for Lili in the end. Oh, Asha never outright said it. Her discipline came in small, unexpected ways. Like a tiger stalking its prey, Asha was patient. Thousands of little cuts instead of one big blow. Punishment like that was over with swiftly; Asha liked to drag it out. "That pink is a lovely shade on you, by the way. I hope dear, sweet Prissy has more in that color. Perhaps you could move some of her old things into your closet, fill up some of that empty space." Asha sat back, smiling softly as confusion cleared and horror dawned on Lili's face. Lili realized at least one of Asha's intentions. Empty space…Asha had the maids clean out Lili's goth clothing. She was stuck with Prissy's wardrobe. Lili looked gutted; she sat frozen in a daze and Asha congratulated herself on a well delivered lesson. Lili licked her lips, fumbling with her teacup as she slurped noisily at it. The black nail polish on her fingernails was chipped. Asha just took away one of her prized posessions; her self-expression. Oh, sure, Asha made them sound like sweet, innocent suggestions, but Lili knew what they really were. The game was in motion; she had to play nice. She gave a warm, preppy smile. "So glad you approve of the changes. Dadiji. Now, if you'll please excuse me, I need to finish rearranging my closet." At Ashas' nod, Lili stood up and calmly strolled out of the room. Inside, her blood was boiling. Thoughts bounced around her skull like ping pong balls. Blend in with the sheeple. Little wolf, don a sheepskin. Whatever Lili had been expecting from Asha, that wasn't it. Then again, she never knew just what to expect from her. Was this punishment really going to fit the crime? Then again, Asha's punishments rarely did. That wasn't the point. Instead, they were meant to show Lili a point, if she could figure it out. The little cuts and jabs would continue until she did figure out the lesson. Right and wrong were subjective; they depended upon a person's morality, and that was subjective to culture and religion. It was all just a big shit show. So what was the fucking point? What did Asha want her to see? Lili swore as she stalked down the hall. Fine. She'd play Asha's game. She'd be the sweet, good girl. Just thinking of all the colors in Prissy's closet made her gag. Some people would say she had no choice, but they were wrong. The were always choices. Good and bad; they were still hers and that's what she valued most. Freedom. Like in Indonesia. Yes, according to the local culture, she had done wrong. She was not sorry. She could have pretended to be; she could've followed Rajesh in his choice, let them wipe her mind and turn her into a big baby. She'd have been as helpless as Raj still was. As helpless as Prissy. Cameron. . Cameron. A pang of sorrow twisted her heart as an image of his pretty face and sweet doe eyes filled her head. She missed him. She still remembered her promise; a promise she was having trouble fulfilling. She'd been an overconfident jackass at school, but she'd wanted him to believe in her. Now, she'd let him down. He probably hated her lying guts. He should. Her heart twisted at those thoughts. She shuddered, hugging herself tight. She had tried just waltzing in to talk to Beatrice, but the old battleaxe turned her away. She came back with the pretense of collecting clothes for the Ladies' Society charity drive. She was turned away. She tried straight up sneaking around to find Cameron's nursery. She was escorted off the premise and asked not to come back. She had even tried talking to Jill; that had the worse results. The old bitch had thrown a vase full of fresh cut garden flowers at her head while screeching hysterically and accusing her of being an unholy demon spawn. Lili would've laughed if it wasn't so sad. Jill saw her granddaughter through the same eyes her son did. In that moment, Lili had regretted burning her bridges with her grandmother. Beatrice would do whatever Jill wanted, even letting a miscreant like Lili babysit her grandson. Lili snorted. Brain dead sheeple. Her annoyance was short lived, drowned out by her longing for Cameron. She thought of his soft smile and timid squeaks. Such a cutie. She just had to find a way to get to him. But first, she had a closet to clean out.
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  14. I was told you can get an infection by being left in a messy diaper?
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  15. I have been a wannabe incontinent ever since I discovered a friend from elementary school needed to wear diapers due to a birth defect (open bladder). I have never been really interested in girls, boys or plain sex. But seeing this boy wearing his diaper and leaking without him knowing had a tremendous impact on me. In fact, the thought of me incontinent in diapers was the first fantasy I climaxed on. And it still is...... After this trigger event this sexual fantasy has driven me to find a way to become incontinent. And after many years of experimenting I have found the perfect way. And the funny thing is, I only like being incontinent part time. Therefore I am pretty sure I don't have some sort of BIID, it's just a sexual kinky thing. Instead of wanting to have sex with a woman I simply insert my stent and fully enjoy my incontinent body for a few days. I start by putting on underwear and jeans trying hard not to pee but nonetheless I start wetting uncontrollably after a few moments. Then I know I have to put on a diaper and look at myself in the mirror watching my diaper slowly getting wet. I like going out in public being aware of my wet diaper all the time. My stent allows me to feel the pee flowing out of my sensive parts which can be quite sexual arousing for me when I am in the presence of an attractive female. I find the idea that only my jeans keep her unaware of my embarrasing off-putting secret very exciting. I think it makes me feel very submissive to her, without her even knowing it. And to be honest I don't want her to know, because incontinence is something you need to hide. My incontinence both confirms and explains my lack of sexual interest in women/men at the same time. The diaper I need to wear is my chastity device but also my sexual satisfying fetish object. I know my sex life is complicated and sometimes a little lonely, but most of the times I realise this is the only way I enjoy playing with my private parts. Why should I stop doing this when I like it so much and it doesn't harm anyone?
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  16. Wow, that's a lot to deal with. I can really sense the longing in your words. It sounds like what you really want is acceptance. Is that right? You know, part of what you describe is really common in the military. Depression in the military is so widespread and it's often unacknowledged. It's hard for people to transition back into civilian life. And that disconnect you're describing when you say that you're surrounded by people but feel completely alone sounds a lot like what I've heard from other people returning from service. It also sounds like there's some incongruence between who you are when you're with your friends, and who you are inside. Part of that is necessary because of the nature of our lifestyle, but that incongruence can definitely lead to feeling alone, isolated and depressed. Feeling like you have to hide part of who you are is always uncomfortable. I wish I had answers for you, but all I really offer what I've learned from my own experience. You say you won't be happy until you find a person who understands you, but I just want to caution you against thinking that a relationship is what will make things better. From my experience, you really have to take care of yourself first and then start a relationship, otherwise you will just end up contaminating the relationship with your pain. The good news is that there are people who understand you. This forum is full of them. You can find acceptance here.
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  17. Awwwww. The topic of daddies make my heart melt. Im sure it wouldnt be much more different than being a boyfriend. But youre going to have a big image to uphold considering youre not her "equal" anymore, youre her caregiver, pretty much. You dont want her to lose that father figure image of you. Try to come off as strong and stoic, and always be the one to open the door for her, escort her across the room, etc. Dont be too oversensitive. Dont touch her too much in public, and dont show too much emotion. The less emotion you show, the more she'll appreciate it when you finally do start to show it. Give her a code word to use if she feels unsafe or unhappy with what youre doing, to only use under exreme circumstances (Ie shes sick and doesnt want to play, or youre too harsh with her) but other than that, let her know she has to do what daddy says at all times. Im not sure if youre into public play, but if shes like me, and want to be just another "adult" couple outside of the bedroom, feel free to give her a tug on the waistband and check her, or spank her bottom to remind her that shes your little girl, no matter what. Most importantly, if she wants to feel like your woman instead of your baby, be sure to keep it in mind. Dont try to force her into baby play. Also, try to differentiate when shes a baby, or not. If she lost her job and shes upset, for example, dont baby talk her and treat her problem like its petty, it will anger her. However, if she loses a toy while regressed, its a much different concept. Respect her womanly achievements on an adult scale, like taking her out to dinner as a reward, etc, then ease her into baby play. Just know when to tell the difference when she wants to be treated like shes little, or when she doesnt. Im sure youll have no trouble. Women arent hard to read Other than that, its no different than taking care of a real baby. Enjoy
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  18. "Then again, I doubt that skin integrity would be half the problem if they used proper diapers to begin with. Nursing facilities are a zero sum game in the end though, I got out of that business because it's a physical manifestation of everything that is wrong with the civilized world. It's simply not possible to be able to provide proper care with the amount of resources available to the average individual." Speak the word my man, er lady, sorry. Nursing homes charge more per month than you could earn now-a-days. So I guess as we age we are all going to be homeless. Nobody to take care of us because our kids are all to busy making $4 an hour and working 80 hours a week, just to survive. Nursing homes are good in certain situations, but not all. And who can afford it? You basically have to break your family just to have medicare pay for it. And the Grandma sits in a crappy $.25 diaper. It's just not right. Oh and why do these people, caring for our families, make $8/hr? while the CEO's bring in over $100000 a year? hmmm I wonder where they money is going?
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  19. I would imagine a lot of them are because there are so many patients - the nurses probably don't have the time or patience to go around and change all the bedsheets and what not...it is much simpler to change a diaper then change bedsheets.
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