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  1. Chapter 7 This was the dichotomy of a sub. On the one hand I was being ‘used’ (although I was admittedly being well paid for it): my nappy was full of shit and piss, Simon had me sat on his lap with his finger on my clit. On the other, though (and still bearing in mind I was being paid) I felt loved and protected. Now, I’m not an idiot - I’m well aware that this was a commercial transaction and that we’d go back to our own lives as soon as it had run its course - but in the moment it felt good, it felt real. One of the perks of the job, so to speak. Simon’s hands squeezed my waist, picking me up and standing me on the floor. “I want you to do a baby-dance now Louise. I want you to dance for Daddy, shaking your nappy and telling me how much you love being my baby. Remember - you’re nothing but an incontinent, helpless baby and I want to see you humiliate yourself”. I turned round to him, still sucking on the teat of my dummy, and started to dance. I figured that moving my sex and ass were the key to success here, getting my filthy nappy moving rhythmically. “I love you Daddy” “I’ve messed my nappy Daddy, I’ve done poopoo and peepee in my nappy” I rubbed the front of my nappy. It seemed huge now it was so swollen, and the feel of the soft, wet poop against my cunt was a new experience. Simon reach over and, with his left hand pulling back on my tummy, pushed my nappy right between my buttocks with his right hand, almost lifting me off the ground. My bowels were still a bit volatile and another loud, wet fart escaped me. “Dirty baby” he said as he undid his flies and pulled his cock out. “I want you to suck on Daddy’s special pacifier, baby”. Spitting my dummy out, I knelt before him and took his cock in my mouth, sucking and exploring it with my tongue. He didn’t take long to come. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and let him cum on my face. All was silent for a few moments. “Do you want to come now, Baby?” “Yes Daddy” “Come over to the bed then” He led me over holding my hand and then lifted me onto the bed. He lay down next to me and put his arm under my neck, resting my head on his chest. His free hand played with my tits, gently pinching my nipples. “Go ahead Baby, masturbate for Daddy”. My hand reached into my nappy, I felt for my clit and started to frig myself, rubbing myself through the soft poop that covered everything. People always assume that we don’t get any sexual pleasure from our encounters but that wasn’t my experience. A lot of my punters wanted me to come and, although many just ‘get off’ on watching me masturbate there were certainly some who seemed keen to ‘share the pleasure’. It didn’t take me any longer than it took Simon. Sated, I fell back into his arms.
  2. I bought a pack of the Molicare Premium Elastic 2 tape diapers mostly as a discrete but absorbent incontinence product than pandering to my AB needs - although the two tape thing was mostly that! I'd read the review here https://blog.diapermetrics.com/2023/08/molicare-premium-elastic-10d.html and went for the small size. On arrival they only just fit! They are really comfortable though and incredibly discrete - probably more so than the pull-ups I've mostly been wearing out. They seem pretty absorbent - but one of the tapes failed during the night. I thought I'd poop this morning and had a massive blow out. Overall I'd buy again for my incontinence needs - I'd definitely go a size up next time though. They are quite babyish in their design and feel on.
  3. Chapter 6 “Let’s get you undressed Louise - babies don’t need to be clothed in a warm room like this and Daddy needs to be able to see your nappy.” He took all my clothes off leaving me naked apart from the full and very babyish nappy before sitting me on the floor. “You’re not allowed to stand, you’re not allowed to crawl without my permission. You can scoot around on your butt. This’ll remind you that you’re nothing more than a dirty baby with no control over anything. You can watch some TV while I prepare your bottle” He switched on the TV and selected the Tellytubbies for my ‘entertainment’. I shuffled across the room on my bum as instructed and found that he was right: this really reinforced my situation! As I generally preferred the submissive role this was not without precedent, but it was certainly right up there. I felt dependent on Simon as my Daddy, I was humiliated and vulnerable. I also, I have to admit, felt pretty horny! My bowels were still settling down. An involuntary fart, loud and wet, escaped me. Daddy looked round and smiled. He was warming a bottle of Cow & Gate ‘Ready to Feed’ First Infant Milk. When he was happy with the temperature he screwed the nipple onto the bottle and placed it on a table by the side of an armchair. He sat down and said “come on Baby, scoot over to Daddy” I did as I was told, my poop shifting around in my nappy as I shuffled across the floor on my bum. When I got close to him he bent over and picked me up. I wasn’t heavy - about 97Ib last time I weighed myself - but to Simon I was as easy to lift as a baby. I knew that I was here working but at that moment I wanted him! He settled me into his lap and placed the nipple of the bottle in my mouth. I latched onto the nipple and suckled like the good baby Simon wanted. He ran his free hand through my hair before moving it down to my nappy. He squeezed and massaged my nappy - my wet, poop-filled stinky nappy. My bowels were not finished yet. I could feel the renewed pressure. I pulled my mouth away from the bottle. “Daddy, I need to poo poo” I said “That’s a good baby. You can do a poop for me right now” He placed the nipple back into my mouth and I instinctively started to suckle, whilst letting my bowels loose into my waiting nappy. Another loud, wet fart was followed by a stream of soft, wet poop into my nappy. “You are a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” “Yeth Daddy” He rubbed the bottom of my nappy, squidging the poop around my arse. His hand moved to the front and he pushed it in the top of my nappy, rubbing my clit which by this time was covered in poop. I emitted an involuntary groan: I wanted more.
  4. I think you’re absolutely right. My diaper was not noticed at all. I peed in it twice - such a relief compared to the times I’ve struggled to get to a loo. Thanks very much
  5. Interesting comments here. When I had my first prostate exam I remember the doc asking me - "have you had any accidents" and I answered "not yet". My first was horrendous. Like I say, it came shortly after my stroke. I was on a coach with no loo and just couldn't hold it - I flooded the seat. I sneaked off and got home without anyone noticing - hung a jumper over my pants. I have to say that having made the decision to use protection - it's such a relief! I have a consultation with the doc this week, which will hopefully rule out anything unpleasant regarding the prostate. If all is well I'll probably not be a priority for any treatment - and I'm fairly happy now I've taken the decision to diaper-up. I wear pull-ups for short trips where I know that I'll be able to access a toilet fairly quickly and am familiar with the surroundings. I have bought some ID Expert Maxis, which are 'proper' diapers with higher absorbance for longer trips into unfamiliar territory. They also have the advantage of not needing to take my shoes and pants off to change if I do need to pee. My first time to wear them will be Monday.
  6. I held on to my poop because I was awaiting a delivery of Rearz Mermaid Tales. They arrived about an hour ago and I was bursting. Once on I let go - very soft, very large poop. Sat down and suffered an instant blow out - right up the back. I know they're supposed to have a really high capacity for pee, but I've not got near to wanting a leak yet! They are fabulous though!
  7. My first use of an Id Slip Expert Maxi Prime diaper. I've pooped twice and peed about three times. The feel and the smell is fantastic. Also - so comfortable. I would wear it through the night (just gone midnight here) but I'm not massively confident that the tapes will hold and I really don't want to destroy my bed! Anyway - happy Chinese New Year!
  8. Chapter 5 The meal was, of course, superb. Simon was good company and we drank some excellent red wine. He certainly wasn’t on a budget! He also insisted on me drinking mineral water “to ensure you wet your nappy like a good baby”. That didn’t take long. “Daddy, I need a wee.” “That’s what your nappy’s for, Baby. Wet it now, for Daddy, like a good girl” I needed no further encouragement. I found that wetting my nappy between the starter and mains in a Gordon Ramsey restaurant was deliciously naughty and surprisingly hot. “I done wee wee Daddy” I whispered. “You’re being a very good girl for Daddy. I’m very pleased with you Baby Louise.” “Thank you Daddy” The Dulcolax started to make its presence felt during the main course. The pressure mounted slowly and wasn’t enough to spoil a delicious meal, but I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I waited until Simon had placed his knife and fork neatly on his plate before announcing: “I want a poo Daddy” “Can you wait until dessert, Baby?” “No Daddy. I really need a poo poo.” “Okay Baby, we don’t want to ruin anyone’s evening. We’ll head back to the room. If you mess your nappy before we’re in the room I’ll give you a spanking you’ll never forget - do you understand me?” Yes Daddy.” “Good girl, come on then.” He took my hand and walked me to the lift. Even whilst holding my rumbling bowels in check I could appreciate the difference between what appeared to be happening on the surface - most folks if they were even remotely interested would just assume Simon was some rich guy with a trophy young girl on his arm, whereas the reality was more complex, humiliating and - in my view - a great deal hotter. The dummy was again placed in my mouth as the lift doors closed. I was clenching my buttocks ferociously now, my wet diaper sagging just a little. “Just hold on Baby - we don’t want to leave a stink in the lift now, do we?” “No Daddy, but I’m bursting to go! I replied The dummy remained in my mouth as the lift arrived at his floor. Again, there was no one in the corridor to see us. “When we get in the room you must ask my permission to poop. You’re not to go before you have my permission” “Okay Daddy” “The card unlocked the door, we entered hand in hand with the door casing behind us. He took my waist and turned me so that I was face to face with him. “Can I do a poo now Daddy, please Daddy?” I begged. “In a moment Baby” he said as he guided me to the bed. He sat down on the bed and manoeuvred me round so that my bum was facing him. He lifted my skirt and pulled open the poppers of my bodysuit, pulling it up so my nappy was exposed. “Now Baby. Now you can fill your nappy for Daddy”. No effort was involved. I just relaxed my buttocks and what seemed like a never-ending flow of soft poop flowed into my nappy, accompanied by burbling farts. I grunted into my dummy as the smell reached my nose. Simon put his right hand on my belly and pulled me toward him, his left hand cradling the huge bulge of poop in the bottom of my nappy. He stroked the warm mass while bringing his other hand slowly down onto the front of my nappy, putting pressure on my pussy through the wet nappy. Then he pushed hard against the poop. It oozed forward between my legs and onto my cunt. This was the very definition of submission. I was sucking on a dummy while Simon coated my arse and pussy with my own shit. He then pulled me back towards him and down onto his knee, the poop in my nappy squelching as the pressure of my body weight forced it backward and forwards into every remaining part of my nappy, my humiliation complete as he bounced me up and down on his knee effortlessly, as though I was indeed, his helpless baby.
  9. Chapter 4 “But I’m not going to fuck you yet. I’ve got a table booked in the Savoy Grill for 7, and we don’t want to miss that, now do we Baby?” “No Daddy” Fun though this was, it was work - and dining at the Savoy Grill was a better option than being screwed by a stranger, “To make it more interesting, and to help you remember that you’re just a helpless baby that has to do whatever her daddy says, we’re going to do a couple of special things.” I looked at him while continuing to suck on my dummy. “First, I’m going to insert a couple of Dulcolax suppositories into your bottom. These will start to work very quickly and you’ll be desperate for a poop while we’re having a lovely dinner in the restaurant. Secondly, before you’re allowed to poop you have to say out loud ‘Daddy I need to mess my nappy’. Do you understand?” “Yes Daddy” “Thirdly you’re going to be wearing a much bigger nappy. We might be at the restaurant, I might decide that we go on somewhere else afterwards. Wherever we are, you’ll need a nappy with more capacity. I’m going to put you in one of these” He went off to select a nappy from his supplies. Picking up a nappy that was considerably bigger than the soaked Pampers my bottom was still resting on, he continued: “it’s a nice fabric covered Cushie - one of my favourites. It’s got two tapes and is really just a bigger Pampers. Much bigger!” He sat back down on the bed beside me, holding the diaper so that I could see it. “Your skirt should cover it, but you’ll certainly look well padded! It’ll remind you that you’re my baby” “Thank you Daddy. I’m happy to be your baby” “Good girl. He placed the nappy on the bed and leant over me. He rubbed his hand over my small tits, then kissed and sucked on my nipples. His hand went down to my vagina. He explored my vulva and clitoris, rubbing until the wetness wasn’t just the pee from my Pampers. “Okay, let’s get you cleaned up.” He was quick and practiced with the baby wipes before he applied the baby lotion and powder as before. The difference came after applying a little vaseline, when his finger opened my anus and pushed one, then another suppository deep into my arse, “Good baby” I continued to suckle on my dummy as he taped the adult nappy around my slip butt. “I want you to wear this bodysuit - it has snaps under the crotch and it’ll help hold your nappy in place as well as giving me easy access for checks and a change.” He sat me up and pulled the bodysuit over my head. Once he’d pulled it into position he lay me back down and fastened the snaps. It was a good fit and did, as he said, hold my nappy firmly to me. “Get your clothes on, Baby, we don’t want to miss our table.”
  10. I had my first accident as an official incontinence pad wearer! I got off the bus bursting - rushed to the loos but the gents was occupied. Started peeing. Next to the gents was a baby change facility. Went in but there was no loo! Flooded the pull-up so massive rush to get my pants off before I had my first diaper leak. Note to self: lace up trainers are not a great idea when you need to change pull-ups… After this my bladder behaved itself. Still wearing the second pull-up which is now wet for recreational reasons!
  11. Chapter 3 As we walked into the hotel I was excited with anticipation. I’d enjoyed Simon’s company whilst finding the the secret wearing - and wetting - of my Pampers in public quite a rush. As we entered the lift Simon again pushed the dummy into my mouth. His hand went up the front of my skirt and rubbed the sodden nappy. The lift doors opened on our floor. The dummy stayed in my mouth. Simon took my hand and walked me to the room. Fortunately, or maybe not - by this time I wasn’t sure whether I actually wanted to get caught acting as a baby - there was no one in the corridor to see me. As Simon opened the door his hand went under the back of by skirt and he guided me in with his hand on my nappy. By this time I was ready for another pee. “I wanna wee-wee Daddy” I said with my best baby lisp. Simon turned me toward him and knelt down before be, unzipping and pulling my skirt to the floor. He grasped my buttocks and kissed the front of my wet nappy. “Go on then sweetheart - do a wee for your Daddy”. I needed no further encouragement. My bladder relaxed and pee flooded into the already swollen Pampers. Simon felt the nappy fill with warm pee, massaging it front and back. As I finished he planted another kiss on my nappy, stood up and pulled my top up over my head and arms. I wasn’t wearing a bra - with such small boobs I often don’t - so that was me naked apart, of course, from a now very wet Pampers. He then picked me up in his arms and carefully placed me on the changing mat. “Time for a nice clean and dry nappy, baby” “Yeth Daddy, I’m very wet” I felt so exposed as he lent down and kissed my forehead. The teat of my dummy was again placed onto my lips, which parted to take it in and suckle. His hands explored my body, caressing my small tits and running down to my soaked nappy, which he massaged into my vulva. I felt him pull open the Pamper’s tabs and exposing my shaved pussy and arse. He took a leg in each hand and pushed my arse into the air, moving his tongue onto my clitoris. He licked my pee drenched cunt and I was loving every moment. “I’m going to fuck you baby, do you care whether it’s your pee-pee or poopy hole?” I know I was being paid well for these services, but I was certainly enjoying the moment. “Both Daddy, I just need you to wear a condom” “You’re perfect, baby, just perfect.”
  12. Thanks for the comments! I managed to get through the day and back home without peeing my diaper. It was tempting once or twice, but not necessary. I actually think that wearing the incontinence pants reduced the stress that has led to accidents in the past. It was, however, very pleasurable - partly because I wasn't having to worry about accidents and partly just because they're so damn comfortable! Anyway - I m going to the hospital tomorrow for an appointment with the stroke department - I will be wearing for that. I won't be getting a physical examination, but the doctor will be aware of my incontinence issues anyway, so a diaper would be expected.
  13. I’ve been ‘into’ diapers since I was a little kid, and have had many enjoyable adventures. Tomorrow, though, I’ll be diapering myself out of necessity for the first time. An enlarged prostate together with a stroke has left me unable to control my pee. Once I gotta go, I’ve really gotta go… This has resulted in some embarrassing situations recently - always when I’m away from home. I recently bought some adult pull-ups, explained all to my lovely wife and they’ve sat unopened waiting for our next trip. That time has come and I’m approaching it with mixed feelings. ‘Yes’ I love diapers - and all things baby - but this isn’t for fun. Still, I’ll get a kick pulling that diaper on, but I’m not at all sure that I want it wet! Wish me luck!
  14. Chapter 2 He took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I laid with my bum on the changing mat and he lifted both my legs up, pushing my skirt up my back and leaving my knickers exposed. Lowering my legs carefully onto the bed, he then stroked my vagina softly through the satin of my knickers before pulling them down and leaving me exposed. “Shaved. Perfect baby” he whispered. He reached across to the bedside table and picked up a dummy, pushing the teat gently but firmly between my lips. I dutifully sucked on the teat, happy to perform my part in the ongoing scene. From the selection of nappies he took a Pampers Baby Dry, Size 8 and placed it under my bum. He then squirted some baby lotion onto the fingers of his right hand, starting around my vagina, rubbing the lotion gently into my lips and clitoris before moving on to my anus. I’ve always taken the view that work should be enjoyable - and this certainly was! He finished me off with a good coating of baby powder before taping up the nappy. I wasn’t sure that a baby’s nappy would fit, but to my surprise it seemed perfect. He lifted me off the bed and spanked me playfully on the bottom. “You’ve been a very good baby Louise. It’s too early for dinner, but how about we wander into Covent Garden and have a drink somewhere?” I was more than happy to go for a wander - this is not a bad way to make a living, I thought. My nappy wasn’t noticeable under my skirt so I was just going to be a young woman out with a man old enough to be her father - her daddy indeed. “The rules still apply while we’re out, of course. You have no choice in anything unless I ask you specifically. If I put your dummy in your mouth you’ll suck on it until I take it out again. You’ll call me daddy. I’m expecting you to pee in your nappy while we’re out and I want you to tell me - in a babyish manner - when you’re peeing. I may do nappy checks wherever we are and I certainly will do if you’ve not told me that you’ve peed yourself. I’m not looking to humiliate you but these are the rules. Do you understand?” “Yes Daddy” I replied. We left the room and walked to the lift, Simon holding my hand as he would a little girl. In the lift he pushed the dummy into my mouth. I sucked the teat as before, looking him in the eyes as sweetly as I could. “Good girl”. Pressing the button for the ground floor he pulled my skirt up at the back and patted my nappy. As the lift reached our destination he took the dummy from my mouth and slipped it back into his pocket. We left the hotel and turned onto the Strand, soon arriving at the the Nell Gwynne Tavern. The pub wasn’t busy and Simon suggested a pint, probably thinking of stretching my bladder capacity. We had a nice conversation, Simon was keen to talk about my experiences with adult babies and daddies. I was happy to discuss, but mindful to respect the confidentiality I owed to my punters. I told him that I had some experience ‘minding’ adult babies as a mother, a sister or a babysitter as well as having a couple of punters that had wanted me to be the baby. He asked about whether I’d dealt with poop, to which I answered in the affirmative as far as changing poopy nappies myself but I’d not been asked to ‘fill’ a nappy when I was the baby. I confirmed that this was the first time I’d ever been out wearing a nappy. He checked my nappy a couple of times, fairly discretely. I was dry, but I was finding the situation a bit of a turn on - it just seemed so naughty and I really enjoyed being in the control of my ‘daddy’. It didn’t take long before I needed a pee. “Daddy. I need a wee wee”. “Good baby”, he replied, “Do it in your nappy for Daddy” He slipped his hand up my skirt and I opened my legs a little to allow him easy access. He smiled at me as his hand reached the front of my nappy. “Wee wee Daddy” I said, as the flow started into the thirsty pampers. I could feel the warmth of the pee in my nappy and Simon seemed delighted. I looked around the pub and was pretty sure that nobody had clocked what we were doing. As I finished peeing he squeezed my pampers a little and rubbed my wet nappy over my vagina. It was a good feeling! “We should finish our drinks and get you back to the hotel for a change” he said, “these size 8 Pampers are pretty good but they’ll only hold one pee”. “Okay Daddy”
  15. I'm wearing a Tykables Overnight lying in bed on a DryNites bad mat. I've peed about four times and had a big poop. I'm feeling very good about the whole situation!
  16. Chapter 1 I came across the ad on a site I used to market my services. I had finished university with a decent degree, but struggled to get a well paid job and had slipped into ‘escort’ work through a friend who was in the same line of 'business'. I gradually started to specialise in kinkier aspects of the scene: partly because the money was better but also because the customers were, on the whole, nicer. I was doing okay, but the ad certainly caught my interest. “Well remunerated, long-term contract for a petit young woman with an interest in submissive role/age play.” I ticked all the boxes. I was only 5’1”, slim and an A cup bra size. I certainly had a preference for the submissive role and had quite extensive experience as a sub. Not so much on age-play, but the thought of it didn’t bother me at all. I called the number and a female voice answered. “Hello. This is Marie, can I help you?” “I’m calling about the advert for a young woman” I replied. “Ah, excellent. What’s your name?” I told her that my name was Louise Howe. “And what’s your current position?” I gave an outline of my current circumstances in terms of work, accommodation, personal life and location. Marie took it all on board and, when she felt the phone call had gone as far as it could, gave me a web link to send a few photos, “just regular pics - no need for nudes - but make sure there’s at least a couple of full length shots”. The next step, assuming my photos passed muster, would be an interview and selection process which would take three days in a location to be advised. I was told that all expenses would be taken care of and a fee paid for my time. The fee suggested was more than I’d earn in a month, so I had no hesitation in confirming my interest. She said I’d hear one way or the other in a couple of days and that was that. After finishing the call I poured a glass of red wine and thought about what had transpired. Marie had seemed nice, her tone had been very matter-of-fact - I could have been applying for a position as an accounts clerk. There was nothing to put me off so I sent off a few recent pics with the details she had asked for and then it was back to work, checking my messages on the adultwork website. A message was waiting from a man in London on business, staying at the Savoy Hotel. He was looking for a submissive and had left a mobile number. I rang the number and he answered straight away. He said he was at the hotel and was ready for a session right now. Charing Cross was about fifteen minutes on the tube so I said I could be there in about half an hour. He agreed my rates and gave me his name, Simon, and room number. He said to go through to the American Bar and call him when there. Before calling off he asked that I wore modest dress, but with a fairly short skirt and I was happy to inform him I’d not need to change! I have to admit that I was feeling pretty good on my journey in. The American Bar is, if a little pricey, fabulous and, with the best cocktails in London, I was hoping for a drink before we got down to business. On arriving in the bar I gave him a call. He was sat at the bar and waved at me as his phone rang. He looked like a nice guy, probably mid-50s, smartly dressed. He offered me a drink and I ordered a Coffee Black Velvet and then we moved to a more private table. After asking about my trip in it was down to business. He said that he wanted me to be his baby for the evening. I’d be wearing and using nappies and, as a baby, have no ‘agency’ at all. I’d be at the mercy of him as my daddy with the backup of a safe word. If I was comfortable with this he’d pay me for an overnight session. If not we’d have a one-hour session and he’d pay me for two hours. I’d had some experience with the adult baby scene before and it had always been fun, so I agreed to the overnight session. We finished our drinks and I went with him to his room. A “Do Not Disturb” sign was hung from his door handle and as we entered the room I could see why. There were packs of nappies, baby bottles, dummies, and clothes. A changing mat was on the bed and there was a cot in a corner of the room. “I told them that my wife and baby daughter might be here this evening, so they made a cot up for me”. I had to admire his preparations. “Time for your nappy, Louise”.
  17. I've not bought 'proper' AB nappies for a long time - surviving on Drynites and supermarket incontinence pants. I treated myself to a pack of the Tykables Overnight nappies - what a pleasure. I think I could wear one for a fortnight without a leak! I've not discovered maximum capacity because I've had a busy weekend and a massive heavily soaked (and pooped) nappy would not go unnoticed I suspect. How are these rated by more those that have used more products? I might try another nappy next time, but these will be difficult to beat.
  18. Nice sunny day here. Went into the garden wearing a t-shirt and jogging pants over a Drynites and pooped as I walked around, probably took five or ten minutes to complete my pooping. Then I sat in it. Not gentle sat - I landed hard on that poop. It felt amazing! Sat in my poop for a while before another stroll around the garden and a very pleasant pee. A final few minutes sitting on the bench at the bottom of the garden and then inside for 'my personal pleasure'! The Drynite held up well - bit of a blowout of the top at the back but other wise no leaks. Impressive.
  19. Filled my DryNites pull-up which I'd already soaked. Massive poop, which I keep adding to. Really enjoying my Sunday!
  20. An hour or so ago I pooped in my already wet Tena Pants. First time for ages. Loving it!
  21. Bought these as there was nothing else available, but what a massive improvement! Far less likely to leak is one thing, but the design is really fab. The design is really similar to baby nappies. Two tabs give a secure and comfortable fit. Much better!
  22. This might have been posted before, but it's rather hot! https://claremackintosh.com/motorway-tail-backs-and-the-surprising-capacity-of-a-nappy/
  23. Those of us that enjoy a dirty nappy at all times have to be mindful of the impact of its smell on the innocent public. However, things might be changing if this chap carries on his good work. One day our nappies might
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