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Cute_Kitten

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  1. Now that would be a very fun scene! Though I'm picturing a young, hot Scrooge. Gotta have the eye candy for the diaper fantasies!
  2. Ooh, I like that idea! That would've been a nice reprieve for Reila, but I'm having far too much fun torturing her. Though, a diapered Christmas Carol story might be fun!
  3. After reading the reviews, I'm definitely gonna have to order some of these. They sound like they'll be excellent night or extended-day wear diapers.
  4. Those sleepers do look very cozy, and there's nothing cozier than a diaper, so a perfect combo imo. At least, for wearing around the house for me.
  5. I squeeze the nickel of drama until the buffalo poops. ? Looking back, I did drag it out- I tend to milk the drama for all it's worth. But this was it for that scene, Scouts' Honor.
  6. Totally understandable. I enjoy hearing all the different reactions from people- I find it fascinating how varied responses can be to the same text. But then that's part of why I like writing and reading so much- I find it amazing the emotional responses words on a page/ screen can evoke. And this scene was pretty horrific (or at least, I hope it was since I intended it to be LOL!)
  7. Quite a mixed bag of reactions! Thank you for commenting. I do hope the "nope" was to the horror of the scene, rather than me derping on any writing or screwing the scene up. This is the darkest scene and a big turning point in the story, especially for Reila. I'm working on the next scene, and I think it's one a lot of people have been waiting for since the story started.
  8. I definitely sleep better diapered, in a thick overnight diaper. Thin diapers leak too much. Heck, anymore I don't even like wearing very thin diapers/ pull-up during the day.
  9. Currently- A couple pairs of plastic pants, Rearz Inspire Incontrol, ABU Simple Ultra, Dry 24/7s, ABU Peekabu, ABU Lavendar
  10. “Wha gon awn?” Reila tried to ask what was going on, but the novicane-like numbness filled her mouth. Her tongue felt big, swollen and foreign, like a slug. She could barely control it, and she couldn’t feel her gums, teeth, or lips at all. Her eyes were wide in fear and confusion. Her attention kept drifting from the hated diaper to the pliers as a knot of dread formed in her stomach. It was quite obvious what Azrael was planning but her terror fogged mind couldn’t grasp it. “You should be good and numb by now, baby Riley.” Az’s devilish grin held no sympathy; she was clearly enjoying this. Nicky’s soft whimpers kept distracting her as he squirmed in his bouncer, his diaper rustling loudly. Just like Reila would soon be doing. His whimpers turned to strangled sobs as the pliers came closer to her face. “Nicky, that’s enough.” Az scolded but Nicky kept whimpering. “Damn it.” She threw down pliers; they hit the floor with a heavy thunk. Nicky winced at the sound and his fine trembles increased into shakes. “Sowwy!” Az tore at her shirt, ripping the shiny brass buttons open and undoing the pearl clasp on her dark red nursing bra. She crawled to Nicky on her hands and knees, her long, flowy skirt covering her hooves. Nicky whimpered softly as he started to cry, flinching when she reached for him.. Annoyed anger melted from her face. “Nicky. Shh. Come here, baby.” She cooed like a gentle mother. He shook his head, curling up as she unstrapped him from the big baby bouncer. She easily plucked him up as if he weighed the same as a real toddler. She cradled him in her lap as she sat on the floor. Nicky shook, quivering as she rocked him. He whined in protest when she plucked his pacifier out of his mouth with a loud pop. “Nicky. You knew this was going to happen.” Az sighed. “Here, you must be hungry. I know this upsets you. You’ll feel better with some milk in your tummy.” She cradled his head in the crook of an elbow, like he was a newborn unable to support his own head. It also gave her control over his head. She popped one of her big breasts free. Her dark cherry nipple dripped a pearly white fluid as she touched it to Nicky’s soft pink lips. Nicky tried to turn his head away but couldn’t because of the way she held him. “I can’t nurse, not when I know what you-” She pushed her leaking nipple between his lips, forcing him to latch on. His cheeks puffed out as his mouth filled with warm, creamy milk. He didn’t swallow; milk dribbled from the corners of his mouth onto his bib. “Nicky. Drink, baby. It’ll help you feel better. You’ve been such a good baby. You’ve helped Riley all you can. There’s nothing you can do to stop this.” Az soothed as she wiped away his tears with her free hand. Nicky whimpered once more, milk gurgling and bubbling around his lips and her nipple. He closed his eyes in defeat and slowly began to nurse. Az rocked him, humming a soft Christmas carol as Nicky swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her milk. Gradually, he grew still as he fell asleep still latched onto her nipple. Reila watched, unable to coherently vocalize her disgust. All that came out were strangled gargles and babbles. Az breastfed Nicky like he was a baby. All the previous times Reila had met Nicky, he’d been a disabled, pants-shitting crossdresser. Now he’d up the freak factor; he was an overgrown baby. Just like Rachel. Reila shuddered. What was that insane satyr going to do to her? Turn her into a big baby like Nicky and Rachel? Her gaze fell to the pliers that had landed by her face. The pee puddle she lay in had grown cold; she shivered. She heard a small spurt of pee tinkling into the puddle and felt wet warmth between her legs as she peed again. Sudden fear washed over her. For the first time in years, she wanted her mommy. She had not felt such raw, primal terror since she’d been a small child. Not when she’d been handcuffed and booked at the police station in wet pants, not in a jail cell, not even when she’d stood before the judge and wet her pants had she been so scared. She couldn’t find an ounce f anger or bravado as she stared at that lump of metal. Her throat was so numb she couldn’t even whimper. No outlet for her fear, no way to cry out for mommy with numb vocal chords. Azrael slipped her nipple free from Nicky’s suction with a small pop. He whimpered softly like a puppy in protest, but his eyes stayed closed and his body limp. She quickly replaced her breast with his paci then laid him back in the bouncer. Drops of her milk lingered on his pink lips. Az kissed his forehead with a tender smile that turned feral when she turned to Reila. The bells on her horns tingled merrily as she approached on her hands and knees. She picked up the pliers. “Now where were we?” She taunted in a sing-song voice. Reila tried to whimper but all that came out was a strangled moan. Az’s fingers pushed down on Reila’s chin, opening her numb mouth. “Mommy Sonja is just going to love her big, toothless baby tomorrow morning! She’s in for a big Christmas surprise!” Az cooed. Her eyes glittered like shards of sparkling blue ice. Reila stared at that demonic grin. The open tips of the approaching pliers filled her vision. This fucking psychotic goat girl was going to pull her teeth out while she was conscious, alert for it all. Terror bubbled up from deep within. Her thoughts were frantic and jumbled, fear constricting her chest. Her screams were trapped inside, pinging around her brain. Mommy! Mommy! Help! Nooo! Moommyyyy!
  11. That seems to be implied. I don't think she planned the entire thing per say, but it certainly seems like a meet up was planned, even if everything didn't go according to plan. ? Thank you for commenting. :)
  12. Updated Pumpkin Patch

  13. Thank you for commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed the pumpkin part, it just seemed too good to pass up, plus it added a bit of light-heartedness to a somewhat intense scene. Oh yes, June's got a whole lot of issues, but writing her xim is fun, especially when Liz is involved.
  14. As a female, I just stuff 1-2 diapers and some supplies into my purse. Purses and coats aside....there's always letting the store search the back pack, like other posters said. But if you want a no-backpack option there's um...maybe tucking the spare diaper into the pants/ shorts waistband, hiding it under a loose shirt/ t-shirt, going into the bathroom and changing? Or...hm. I'm racking my brain, but that's all I can come up with. Unless a dude wants to carry a purse? Try stuffing a diaper into a fanny pack?
  15. Cameron lay in his crib, head tucked under Lili’s chin. Her arms held him tight, one hand rubbing his back. His pacifier was motionless in his mouth, rubber nipple pressing on his tongue. Always, it had been a source of comfort. Just like all of his baby things. His status as a baby. Now, all he felt was confusion and confinement. He’d regained consciousness a little bit ago and had been laying limp as a ragdoll in Lili’s embrace ever since. Only her arms around him kept him from completely falling apart. His world was shattered; his refuge now his prison. Lili was all he had left, and his time with her was numbered. Years ago, when his father first attacked him, he’d been so emotionally wounded he’d needed regression therapy. Mainstreaming him had failed because his grandmother and teachers found the easiest solution for them- instead of disciplining Priscilla and Max for bullying- it was much easier to just chuck Cameron back into regression therapy at school, call his mainstreaming a failure, and sweep the entire unpleasant business under the rug. Now, rather than deal with his father and him, his grandma was sending him away. Sweeping him under the rug again. Gone and forgotten. Quiet, compliant Cameron, so easy to deal with. He didn’t need more intensive therapy. He was doing better than he’d ever done before. It was bullshit. He knew it, and he knew Beatrice knew it too. She just didn’t want to deal with him. Wanted an easy solution, so she doctor shopped with her vast bank account until she found one who’d do whatever she wanted, Cameron’s welfare be damned. Good boy, bad boy- it made no difference. He was helpless to stop it. No more Lili. No more being a big boy. No more big boy thoughts at all. Cameron shuddered, pressing his face into Lili’s warm neck. No matter how hard he tried to please, Beatrice just didn’t care. That shrine to his father in her bedroom showed where her love and loyalty lay. She wasn’t interested in Cameron’s welfare at all. Did she even love him? Anger surged hot on the heels of fear. She was his guardian. His grandmother. She controlled his future and she was just dumping him like unwanted baggage. Tears trickled down his cheeks. Lili’s lips kissed each tear, and one hand drifted down to rub his heavily padded butt, the diaper’s plastic crinkling softly under her touch. Lili had been so quiet. Worried when he woke up, then just holding him without saying a word. She’d had dried tear tracks on her cheeks. While he’d been unconscious from fainting, she’d been crying. Seeing her like that, looking so lost and broken, scared him. It let him know his situation really was hopeless if even fiery Lili didn’t know how to fight this. Anger ket his usual resignation from settling in. He couldn’t accept this. He wouldn’t. Good boy, bad boy, it no longer mattered. Fight or comply, the results would be the same. What were his options? Lili was graduating high school. She was 18. An adult. Why couldn’t he be a big boy and go with her? He was 18 too. Those thoughts warmed a shrivelled, cold part of himself that only Lili had managed to touch; the parts of him he’d learned to suppress, such as his own hopes and dreams and feelings. Good boys were obedient, and he’d put obedience before anything else. A future with Lili, he had to at least try for. To try, he had to face Beatrice’s apathy. He nuzzled into Lili’s warmth and growled around the nipple filling his mouth. Lili froze at his soft growl. She’d never heard him utter such a sound, full of pain, hurt, fear and anger. “Cameron? Baby?” Her voice was hesitant, uncertain. He looked up at her, his eyes burning. His paci fell from pink lips. “Take me away. Let’s run away. I don’t wanna leave you. Don’t let them take me.” LIli looked to the side, unable to met his fervent gaze. “I don’t want you to go, either. But this is big, Cam. We can’t fight this alone. Running away won’t work. The old bat has custody of you. I’d just be arrested for kidnapping you. We’d be delaying the inevitable.” She snorted in self disgust, a flicker of her usual, bold self. “I tried on my own last time, to become your babysitter. I royally fucked that up.” Her empty, defeated tone soured with self-loathing. “All this time we’ve been laying here, I’ve been thinking on what to do. I got nothing. All I keep thinking is how I’m gonna lose you. I don’t know what to do. This isn’t like me. I hate it.” Her voice hitched as she sucked in a harsh breath then clutched his slim, soft body to hers like she wanted to hold him forever. Cameron touched his forehead to hers, his body trembling. His diaper crinkled, hr hand squeezing the thick padding. His heart sped up, panic and desperation spurred him on. “Me, too. But you did it before. You promised you’d be my babysitter and you are. You can do anything! You survived a tiger attack, spat on a judge- you’re not even scared of Max! I can’t do this on my own. Please, Lili? I need you. I’m scared, too. And I’m sick of it. I can’t be a baby anymore. It’s not safe. I wanna be a big boy. With you. Please, help me.” Not a trace of a toddler lisp. This was the most backbone she’d ever heard from him. And she had nothing to offer him; her heart broke. Sorrow and guilt twisted her guts. Those papers she’d seen on Beatrice’s desk had been a wrecking ball to her world. Normally, she was always ready to fight, consequences be damned. But now...Cameron had somehow waddled into her heart. Losing him was more devastating than the tiger attack. She wasn’t sure she could survive this. She’d never felt so vulnerable before, was never at risk of losing something so precious. She’d already concocted a dozen schemes. Running away had been her first thought. But they were all too risky, too dangerous. For the first time, she was weighing the risks, judging the odds instead of going off half cocked. Nothing she thought up had a vague chance of success. Her thoughts ran in desperate, futile circles, leaving her afraid and confused. And now soft, sweet Baby Cameron was trying to spur her on. She hugged him again. “Do you have any ideas? Besides running away? Because I don’t. Last time, Asha-” Lili cut herself off mid sentence, eyes wide like a lightbulb just clicked on. She’d been thinking in terms of her and Cameron VS the world. But what if it wasn’t like that? They had nothing to lose and if worse came to worse, she’d go with one of her more reckless plans. “That’s it!” She abruptly sat up, pulling Cameron with her. The crinkle of his diaper filled the quiet nursery. “Come on! You wanna be a big boy, yeah? There might be a way to make that happen. Let’s go, we’ve got no time to waste.” Lili got up. She’d left the side of the crib down, and she had lain with Cameron, placing her body between him and the open side to protect him and keep him from falling out. Once she was standing, she held her hand out to him. “Lili?” Cameron stared at the sudden transformation, startled and relieved. She’d been so broken, so...so much like he usually was, how he usually felt deep inside. Yet in a flash, once she had a plan, she back back to feisty self. He wished he could bounce back like that. But if she had a plan…. He smiled, full of hope. Maybe they weren’t so helpless after all. He placed his hand in hers; she helped him to his feet then led him to the nursery door. Her adrenaline swept him up, so he didn’t question her plans or where they were going. Just doing something, anything, proactive relieved the tight bubble of dread in his chest. “Hey, Cam. It’s about time you had a sleep over at my place, yeah?” Lili grinned at him over her shoulder, her joy so infectious he couldn’t help but smile back. Usually, he’d be afraid of a new situation. Hell, he’d even have a panic attack back when they went for ice cream. But with the return of his father looming over him, with the stability of his life destroyed, nowhere was safe. Anything, anywhere was fine. As long as he was with Lili. He squeezed on her fingers and crinkled after her.
  16. Mine was a very quiet Halloween- I just stayed home and handed out candy, but no trick or treaters showed up LOL. (I live at the bottom of a steep hill near a main road)
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