Cute_Kitten

Very sorry for the loss of your furbaby. It's always hard. I lost my fat cat 2 years ago, she was 13 and died from heart failure. Your kitty may be gone but she's always with you.

I actually like it, depending on how it's made. 😆 Like Rusty Pins said, gotta be french cut grean beans. From a can. With slivers of almonds. and the Frenches fried onions on top. I've never tried it with cream of chicken soup. That sounds tasty! But then again, green beans (french cut so they're nice and thin) are one of the few vegetables I'll eat.

I don't know too much about what's going on (and I hope Danni will be okay) but from what I've heard there were people on the Nanowrimo site who were trying to doxx users from ABDL SF site and were accusing ABDLs of pedophelia.

Being young and wondering why stores and carnivals/ local fairs played oldies instead of cool modern music. years later: Realized the stores, carnivals etc were playing good music that was cool and modern....when I was young 😅

That was an exciting turn. Zack certainly is digging his hole deeper. I can only imagine what Kelly will do once she gets hold of him. Baby reins and harness in the little runaways future?

time for a thicker diaper? double diapers?

I don't see that little stunt of throwing the diaper ending well for Zack when Kelly finds out.

Sorry you're going through this OP. Theft sucks. This isn't the first time I've heard bad things about the Bents- I remember a few years ago there was some kerfuffle involving them being transphobic? Homophobic? I'm not sure. I just remember some dirty laundry of theirs getting aired. It appears thieves can be added to their list too. I'd second the recommendation to file a DMCA take down on Amazon and anywhere else your stolen property is posted.

At least they begrudgingly let you have a second one. That should be free IMO. They're a bunch of stinky turds.

That limit isn't right. Households with more people= more trash, especially with incontinence etc. Would that be disability discrimination? Too bad there wasn't someone you could complain to to make them more understanding and flexible. The city bureaucrats in charge should have to spend a day in ye olde stocks but instead of people throwing rotten fruit at them, you get to throw used diapers at them.

😂 roflmao! A classic! Never fails to crack me up!

Some leftover Rearz Halloween Haunt

That looks like one of those drivable kiddie cars only sized up for adults. OKay I'm not opposed to that. 😂

That is very tempting. And is there ever any such thing as too many diapers? I mean, what if there's a zombie apocalypse or something?

I'm all for diapers + kilts! Or diapers and skirts if that appeals to you! I've heard it said that clothes know no gender, and I guess it depends on where you live and the fashion of your town, but I've seen some male celebrities rocking skirts! I've never worn a kilt, but I've worn a diaper under a skirt or dress plenty of times!

That's a pamp champ pullup to take such a flood and not leak! 👍 I've had very realistic pee dreams where I can't make it to the bathroom in time and I end up wetting my pants because I'm not in a diaper.....only to wake up and find myself in a diaper. A very wet, squishy diaper. But that's better than the alternative- to dream about wetting a diaper and wake up in a wet bed! 😂

Some stores had 1-2 rows of Christmas stuff in with the Halloween stuff back in July/ August. As time marched on, the Halloween/ Fall section slowly shrank and Christmas took over. Now it's fully Christmas with maybe a row or so of discounted fall stuff. Then a day or two after Christmas comes the Valentine's Day stuff. 😐

I could understand it, but reading that made my brain hurt.

All I did was hand out candy to trick or treaters. But this is the costume I wore (okay I didn't look anywhere near as nice as the model, but it was a comfy dress. and I had a diaper on underneath of course!- a Rearz Halloween Haunt diaper because Halloween!)

The Dry 24/7 are excellent diapers, but it's been a while since I've worn them. I second the Sunkiss adult diapers. I got a case of the pink ones. I really like them and they're one of the lower priced yet thick and highly absorbent diapers. Rearz Select is another favorite of mine, though this month I've been wearing the Rearz Halloween Haunt diapers. NorthShore Megamax is another go-to diaper I like.

Forget orange pumpkins 🎃 and colorful fall leaves 🍂. Apparently Mother Nature has taken a page out of commercialism's book and snow is here, along with all the Christmas stuff in stores. (Tbh I've been seeing Christmas stuff since like...July...😑) Snow pumpkin! Merry Halloween?

Those are my favorite pull-ups! ❤️They're soft and comfy, one of the most absorbent pullups I've ever worn, and they fit me like a glove. But everybody's body is shaped different and everyone's needs are different. I'm glad to hear so far they're working for you, and I hope they keep working for you!

I feel that.

*hugs* (if you want) Thank you for the reply! It's good to be writing again!

Rachel lay on an oversized green and red baby gym in the middle of the wooden floor. She wore the same dress as Reila. A huge pink diaper peeked out from under the dress’s poofy. The absorbent padding puffed out, plastic discolored with pee. Her diaper was so saturated it barely crinkled with her angry kicks in the air. Thick pink mittens encased her hangs as she batted at the rattles and soft toys dangling above her head, annoyed she couldn’t roll onto her back. She growled when she couldn’t reach the toys; they were just beyond the touch of her mittens, emphasizing how helplessly infantile she was and mocking her. Sonja lingered in the doorway, staring around the room. Reila stared down at Rachel. Did she look that ridiculous? Emma Jean walked over to Rachel. At the sight of her mother, Rachel’s face contorted in rage. “Hate yew!” She slurred, spittle spraying all over herself. Emma Jean’s smile was serene and motherly. “Ga-ga-goo to you too baby. Is my grumpy wumpkins read for some num-nums? Or is she cranky cuz she’s all backed up with more icky poo-poos?” She either didn’t hear what Rachel said, or she pretended not to. Sonja looked shocked. “My, that’s an angry baby. Just like my Riley! They really are twins!” Jill Froste laughed from one of the couches. “Be glad you truly don’t have twins. They’re a handful.” Her elegant cashmere sweater was off, as was her nursing bra. Her full, heavy breasts hung free, cherry nipples dripping with milk. She cradled Junior and Lynne in her arms, ready to let her babies latch on. If either of them had peed, their diapers didn’t show it yet. “You’re just in time to join us.” Azrael spoke up from an overstuffed armchair at the far end of the room. Nicky and Jacky both already nursed from her abundant breasts. Their pink diapers were swollen with pee. Jacky’s backside poofed out with very visible messy lumps. He didn’t seem to notice or care about the state of his diaper as he suckled away with Nicky like contented newborns. The smell of his messy diaper was faint. No one seemed to notice. Babies and mommies were too used, almost noseblind, to the stink. Junior and Lynee were used to smelling their younger siblings’ dirty diapers. Soon they would be the ones giving off the smell. Jax sat on the floor chewing and slobbering on a rattle. Urine discolored his gigantic diaper and made it sag, but the strong tapes held it in place. JJ knelt beside him, shaking another rattle over his head. Occasionally she’d kiss his forehead and cheeks, making him giggle. At a particularly loud, frustrated babble from Rachel, Jax titled his head, caught her eye, and slowly crawled around on the floor a little. “Yay, baby! You can do it!” JJ cheered. Rachel glowered and screamed her jealousy. Reila winced at the sharp, painful pitch. She wanted to cover her ears but her stupid floppy hands wouldn’t cooperate. A series of loud farts like trumpet blasts echoed around the room. Jax gasped. His blue eyes widened in shock and horror as his body suddenly expelled massive amounts of poop, making the seat of his diaper visibly expand. He had no clue he had to go. He knew a poopy diapey was coming because of the stupid suppositories, but he’d forgotten all about it. Now he was just a big helpless diaper shitting and pants pissing baby just like the others. Tears welled in his eyes. “Phew! Stinky!” JJ pinched her nose with one hand and poked the mushy lumps on his padded butt with the other. “MOMMY! JAX POOPIED HIS DIAPEY AND IT STINKS!!” She hollered for the entire world to hear. “HE’S STINKIER THAN BABY RILEY!” Both Reila and Jax’s faces flushed red. Jax sniffled, thoroughly humiliated and crumbled to tears while the front of his diaper swelled with fresh pee. Junior and Lynne shot Jax sympathetic looks before Jill guided their lips to her waiting nipples. Instinct took over and they automatically latched on and began nursing. Their wet suckles joined Jacky and Nicky’s as the fresh stench of Jax’s soiled diaper filled the room, mingling with Jacky’s stinky diaper. Junior and Lynne knew the same messy fate would soon befall them. “JJ. Quit teasing your brother. Unless you want to join him? Do you want to be a baby, too?” Jill looked up from her demoted babies to her other bawling baby and toddler. JJ’s blue eyes widened. “N-no, Mommy! Sorry, baby! I gotta go! Too stinky in here!” With a final, playful swat to Jax’s lumpy, bulbous padding, JJ jumped to her feet and scampered out of the room. “I swear, that girl. She’s going to end up back in diapers yet.” Jill muttered. Azrael laughed, shaking Nicky and Jacky who whined in protest. Milk bubbled between their soft plump lips and Az’s cherry pink nipples. “Oh, she’s just having some fun. She doesn’t mean any harm.” “Exactly. She doesn’t stop to think.” “Typical toddler.” Emma Jean chimed in. Jill nodded her agreement. “You have your hands full. Let me take care of Baby Jax.” Emma Jean scooped both the wailing Rachel and Jax up. She cradled one in each arm as if they were both newborns incapable of supporting their own heads. She sat next to Jill on the couch, jostling the big, crying babies as she prepared to nurse. Her neon green velour top came off followed by her satin nursing bra. Jax and Rachel were too busy crying to glare at each other but Reila could sense the hostility between them. It reminded her of Santa’s warning about Jax. Was that wailing overgrown boy in a messy diaper really so dangerous? Would bad behavior earn him punishment like it had Reila? Unless that diaper shitter knew how to toe the line and avoid being caught. “Such hungry babies. It’s okay.” Emma Jean cooed as she situated each overgrown baby with their heads cradled in the crooks of her elbows, lips near her engorged nipples full and dripping milk. Rachel immediately latched on, so used to breastfeeding it was natural as breathing. Jax whimpered. He was a big boy; he didn’t want to potty in his diapers and drink breast milk like an infant. He wanted his big boy diapers and bottles back. Emma Jean rocked him. “Hush, baby. I know you want out of that icky diapey. But a belly full of milk will make you poopies some more very soon. Then Auntie will change you into a clean diapey.” Jax whined softly in defeat before latching onto the nipple in front of his lips. “That’s a good baby.” Emma Jean praised as he settled down into a nursing rhythm. Rachel’s lips and cheeks already expertly suckled milk. Revulsion filled Reila as she listened to all the soft suckling sounds. How the hell could they nurse from boobs that didn’t belong to their mommy? Communal breastfeeding. Damned if she’d ever do that! Watching the disgusting scene in front of her made her almost look forward to a bottle or mushy jarred baby food. Even Azrael was way too comfortable with it, gave breastfeeding a baby other than Nicky no second thoughts or hesitation. They all acted as if communal breastfeeding was perfectly normal and accepted. Expected, even. “Sonja, dear. Come on. Don’t be shy. We’re all family here.” Azrael’s sing-song voice called from across the room. Reila wondered if the horned bitch sat so far away out of courtesy for the other mommies, to help them feel more at ease in her presence? Nah, the vile goat had no compassion or empathy in her. Sonja stared at Azrael, trying to remember where she knew or met this familiar face. Confusion filled her voice. “I…feel like I’ve met you before today. You were in that weird, horrible dream I had. Where Reila was all grown up and acting awful….” She took a few hesitant steps into the room. “And we had that lovely little chat while you were asleep, where I promised to help you fix Reila and start all over so she’d learn to be a good little girl and give up her naughty ways?” Honey dripped from Az’s voice. Nicky sucked hard, making her wince at the sensation. It was a reminder to be nice. Extra milk flowed with the forceful suction, too much for his mouth to handle. Creamy white milk spilled down his cheeks, over Az’s breast, and onto the burper cloth under his chin. The pink fronts on Jacky and Nicky’s diapers swelled simultaneously as they unknowingly peed. The only difference between their pink diapers was the messy lumps on Jacky’s. Unlike the other babies, the state of his diaper didn’t bother him. He was too used to it, and knew one of the caregivers would take care of him. Both he and Nicky saw no reason to be so fussy like the other babies. Poopy diapers were part of life for a baby; no big deal. Neither of them had ever sat on a toilet or experienced potty training, so they couldn’t understand the broken pride and devastation of being demoted back to diapers and babyhood. Sonja looked shocked that Az would know such a thing. There was no brushing it off as a mistranslation. Hope swelled in Reila’s heart. Stupid goat. This was the moment her mother realized the nightmare they were trapped in. Reila waited with baited breath for her mommy to speak. Tell the goat what a vile monster she was for ruining their lives and turning Reila into a stupid baby! She was a big girl! She never noticed the subtle changes in her own thoughts. Az gazed at Sonja and Reila. A smile slowly spread on her face. Emma Jean and Jill watched Sonja as well. A glazed look washed over Sonja’s eyes. She shook her head as if clearing away mental cobwebs and smiled. “Yes.” Like the whole sordid affair was perfectly logical and reasonable. She accepted it without question. “Well, that’s settled. Come, dearie. Sit next to me.” Emma Jean nodded to the empty cushion besides her. Sonja startled like a deer in the headlights, looking shy and unsure. Another part of her wanted to fit in, to be part of the Mommy Club. Emma Jean jerked her head in a silent command to Sonja. The motion broke Rachel’s suction; she let out an angry screech before Emma Jean repositioned her so she could latch back on. “Sorry, baby.” Jax suckled away, undisturbed. Only when Mommy- Sonja-Mommy moved across the room and sat down did Reila realize what was happening. No way! No f***ing way! She screeched and kicked angry, limbs flopping about so violently that Sonja-Mommy almost dropped her. Her fresh diaper crinkled noisily. “Whoa! Princess, it’s okay! I know you’re hungry. Let Mommy get situated then we’ll get you some nursie-numnums!” The words tasted odd on Sonja’s tongue, like suddenly finding herself fluent in a foreign language. She sounded so much like a shadow of Emma Jean that Reila shuddered in her. The clean padding swaddling her crotch grew warm as she peed. “Bah!” Reila cried out in frustration. Mommy, snap out of it! She couldn’t be trapped in that deep magical delusion. There had to be a way to free her. Then what, Reila didn’t know. She just didn’t want to drink fluid from Mommy’s boobs. And she used to think a messy diapey was the ultimate humiliation. Oh, how wrong she was.