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I'm happy to say this story is back on the front burner, along with Naughty Christmas. It feels good to be actively writing again! I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback! 🌜Josie's Baby🌛 “You were checking his butt out, weren’t you, girlie? That’s the only way you would’ve noticed anything.” Josie stared at Sam, a challenge in her eyes. Her instincts were to protect Joonie, but she couldn’t erase what just happened. His greatest fear brought to life; someone noticed the thick diapers he so desperately wanted to hide. The only thing she could do was try to redirect where this was headed and get the attention off of Joonie and his diapers. Sam and Joonie blushed at the same time. Joonie ducked his head, long black bangs hiding his face as he grabbed Josie’s hands and gave them a small squeeze. A silent plea not to make a scene and draw the attention of anyone around them. He shifted in his seat, nervous and uncomfortable. His diaper crinkled loud in his ears. And now he knew other people definitely could hear it too, so it wasn’t just his imagination making his noisy, bulky diapers so obvious. His heart slammed in his chest and he wished he could turn invisible. The sight of Joonie so scared and vulnerable pinched Sam’s heart. He didn’t want to hurt Joonie; quite the opposite. Lying to Joonie, telling him that monstrous diaper was not noticeable, only set him up for humiliation and gave him a false sense of security. Sam wanted to be sorry; but he wasn’t. If he was in Joonie’s padded position, he’d want someone to tell him the truth so he could address his diapers. But there was no hiding diapers with such abundant padding. Joonie did his best to hide from the world, but the crinkling of his diaper as he squirmed and shivered filled Sam’s ears. Joonie reeled from shock, embarrassment, and hurt. Sam wished he could regret his words. He didn’t want to further hurt the already insecure diaper boy. He wanted to help him, protect him from even bigger embarrassment. Which was why he spoke up and butted into their business in the first place. If he was the one in such huge, bulbous diapers, he’d want someone to do the same for him. Josie thought he was a girl. And she accused him of looking at his butt in a sexual manner like a pervert. That made Sam blush. Being mistaken for a girl didn’t bother him at all; he rather liked it. It made him feel pretty. Sam met Josie’s gaze. He shivered but refused to rise to her bait. He spoke in a very soft tone so other diners couldn’t overhear. “I’m a boy. My name is Sam. This is Zoey. We already heard your names, so it’s only fair you know ours.” He motioned to Zoey with his head, but he never broke eye contact with Josie. He wasn’t going to back down or chicken out, not even for a second. Joonie’s shaking shoulders wouldn’t let him. Josie only flicked her eyes once in acknowledgement of Zoey then her focus was right back on Sam. “Hard not to notice Joonie’s diaper. It’s huge. It’s noisy. I heard his diaper crinkling the moment he sat down.” Sam finished. Each word was a devastating shotgun blast to Joonie. He flinched every time Sam uttered the word ‘diaper’. He raised his head, brown eyes shining with tears of betrayal. His voice was even tinier than Sam’s. Timid and fragile, like the beautiful diapered boy was about to shatter into a million pieces. “Josie. You said no one would notice. You promised. But he did. How many other people noticed my- my d-d-d-” He choked on the word, tears slipping down his cheeks. He ducked his head again, shaggy bangs covering his eyes as he buried his face in his hands. “Joonie! Baby! Sh, don’t cry.” Josie reached across the small table and gently grasped his slender hands. “Honey, he’s the only one who noticed. I swear. I’ve been keeping watch. Baby, you can’t live as a shut in forever. It’s not healthy. You need to adjust to our new normal. You need to get out and live a normal life. Your protection helps you do that. I know it’s a little on the thick side, but you need it. It’s much better and more discrete than the leaks and blowouts we’ve been dealing with.” Diaper leaks? Diaper blowouts? Sam’s pretty doll face flushed tomato red just imagining such embarrassment. Hell, he didn’t even have the courage to put a damn puny pullup on. His heart hurt for the Korean boy. If he was in Joonie’s padded position, he’d be crying too. The waitress came back with Joonie and Josie’s food and to drop off Sam and Zoey’s check. She frowned in concern at the obviously crying Joonie. His hair hid his face and tears, but his shoulders shook and his diaper crinkled as he shifted around. Her eyes fell to his waist, noticed the unmistakable outline of his bulky diaper; she blushed, suddenly embarrassed for him. Josie smiled at her. “We just had an emergency phone call. Bad news. We really need to go. So could we please get our food boxed up to go? Very sorry for the inconvenience.” She pulled out enough cash to cover their bill and leave a very generous tip. The waitress nodded and darted off to package up their food. “H-home?” Joonie’s small voice broke Sam’s heart. Throughout all of this, bombastic Zoey quietly observed and toyed with the ice in her empty glass. Her gray eyes were bright and a small smile played on her lips. Sam knew what he had to do to make the situation right, to make Joonie feel better. He glanced at Zoey and hesitated. After this, he was never going to see her again. They parted ways after lunch, so who cared what she thought? He owed it to Joonie for making him cry. “Please don’t cry. I didn’t say it to hurt or embarrass you. Just….” Sam paused. His pulse hammered wildly at his own daring. “I’d be devastated if my diaper was noticeable and no one told me.” Josie stared at Sam in a new light, antagonism vanishing. Joonie raised his head and sniffled. “Y-you wear d-d-diapers too?” He looked relieved, as if he found a kindred spirit he could relate to. Out of three pairs of eyes on Sam, only Zoey’s burned his skin. What was she thinking? It didn’t matter, he firmly told himself. He carefully avoided her gaze, terrified of what he’d see in those gray eyes that shifted shades from the stormy green of an angry sea to the steel blue of a thundering sky. Sam couldn’t bring himself to outright lie to Joonie, so he took his little purple bag. He opened it so diapered Joonie could see the pink pullup inside. “Pullups? You’re lucky. They’re so thin.” Joonie gave him a small watery smile as Sam closed his bag back up. Let Joonie think he needed pullups if it comforted him. It wasn’t an outright lie; he just showed Joonie the evidence and let him come to his own conclusions. It was different from Josie’s deception, though both were well meaning. Josie’s fib set Joonie up for hurt if a stranger noticed or commented rudely on the young Korean man in a heavy duty diaper. Sam’s fib hurt no one but himself. Now Sam was the shy one. He didn’t want to talk about his diapers in public. In front of Zoey. Even if he was the one who opened that can of worms himself. Joonie looked eager to talk more, but Josie read the situation. With her lilac hoodie sleeves, Josie wiped away the last of Joonie’s tears. “This is all new to us. Things happened and Joonie suddenly needed diapers. You’re the first person he’s met who also needs protection. But I think we’ve talked about this enough. I’m Josie, and this is Joonie, but you already know that.” She smiled at Sam and gave Zoey a more guarded look. Zoey gave her a small wave. Sam had no clue what was going through her mind. Sam nodded to Josie. Joonie was also the first diaper wearer he met offline as well. Suddenly needing diapers? So Joonie’s diaper needs were medical? He wondered what caused such a drastic need so fast for such horribly bulky padding? Joonie didn’t look sick or disabled. Sam knew some disabilities and illnesses were invisible. Either way, it was none of his business. But he couldn’t stop himself from wondering what Joonie’s diaper story was. Zoey stared at the three of them- at Joonie and Sam specifically- then suddenly laughed, drawing the attention of nearby diners. People stared, but couldn’t figure out what was so amusing. All they noticed were a pretty Asian boy with three pretty white girls. The laughing one was scruffy in her torn hoodie. Since it was Carnival, they dismissed Zoey as a loud drunk and went back to their food and own conversations. Sam, Josie, and Joonie looked at Zoey, confusion on their faces. Zoey shook her head, laughter dying down to giggles. “What are the odds of two diaper boys meeting each other in New Orleans? Especially in a Mardi Gras crowd?” Sam and Joonie blushed at being called diaper boys out loud. Josie frowned. “It’s really not that funny. Unless you’re laughing at their diapers? And that’s not funny at all.” Sam froze, feeling like a bucket of ice water was dumped on him. He hoped Josie was taking offense for no reason. “S-sure the meeting is kinda funny. I mean, what are the odds?” Coincidences like this only happened in the lame diaper stories Sam read on the internet. “Grown ass adults diapered like babies? Of course it’s hilarious.” Zoey snorted. Josie bristled. “A wide variety of people need diapers for a wide variety of reasons. Not just old people and babies. Even grown adults who have no physical or emotional need wear diapers for convenience sometimes like in Times Square on New Years Eve or traveling in China during Lunar New Year. It’s attitudes like yours that give diapers their social stigma. And put people who need them through emotional hell.” Zoey rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Cripples, tards, and crazies wear them too. Spare me the sermon. This ain’t Sunday and you ain’t a preacher.” Sam couldn’t look at her. Anger overrode his hurt. He knew it would end like this, one way or another. If his own disability didn’t put her off like it did everyone else, then his diapers would. Or his crossdressing would. Right now he just wanted to kick her. A good, hard swift kick. Bruised shins would serve her good. His lower leg muscle barely cooperated. The most he managed was a feeble bump. The toe of his boot barely brushed her shin. Zoey looked at him in surprise. “What was that?” She smiled like she found his tiny kick cute. Sam couldn’t meet her eyes. “Me kicking you. Not cool, Zoey. You’re being a jerk. I don’t…I don’t like it.” Zoey glanced at his crutches leaning against the wall. “Shit. Sorry, I forgot!” Josie snorted. Joonie wriggled in his seat, diaper crinkling. He looked very uncomfortable. “I..I’m sorry. I…I don’t like it either. I’m not. You know. I may need d-diapers but I’m not. Incontinent. It’s not a disability. It is. But I’m not. I don’t. Not incontinent. J-Just not potty trained anymore.” He mumbled, mostly incoherent. His face was cherry red. Josie whispered soft words of comfort to him. Sam barely caught his meaning. Did he diaper train himself? How did he suddenly lose his potty training, if it wasn’t caused by a medical condition? Or was Joonie so flustered and upset he was rambling nonsense? He tried to put himself in Joonie’s shoes…er, diapers. Always requiring padding. No choice but to be diapered forever, waddling and crinkling everywhere he went. No thank you! “J-Josie! You’re l-leaking!” Joonie’s dark brown eyes widened in surprise. Josie’s face flushed as she looked down at her ample chest. “Shit.” Two wet spots right where her nipples were. “Damn cheap-ass nursing bra.” She covered her boobs with an arm to hide the wet spots. “Oh, you have a baby? Congratulations!” The waitress was back with their food in a to-go bag. “Um. Yes.” Josie couldn’t help but glance at Joonie. “Thank you so much. Keep the change.” She handed over the money, stood up, and took the food bag. She rushed, too embarrassed to say goodbye. Especially at Zoey’s snickers. Joonie quickly followed, taking the bag from her so he could hold her hand. He gave Sam a small shy wave as they left. Only a few patrons turned their heads as Joonie crinkled past them. A couple smiled but no one said anything or motioned to their companions about the thickly diapered boy. One or two held pity in their gazes. “Poor boy. So young. So pretty. And he needs diapers!” “Poor thing. Bless his heart!” Sam was sure they’d say the same thing about him when he got up and left.

Haha! Yes! I hadn't thought of that😂 Reila is certainly in for a fun future! Oh Sonja's definitely got some new rules to follow, but Sonja has always been prone to taking the path of least resistance, hence her always giving in to Reila's tantrums. And her new family certainly won't let her be a lazy parent this time around!

As far as I know (I haven't tried any guys store pullups/ diapers), just the one's for women and the generic unisex ones back in the day before I stared buying online- but as far as I know, the padding for both is the same. Like I've never seen any advertising or writing on the packaging about "extra absorbency where a woman or a man needs it most". I haven't noticed any more padding in the middle/ up front in the ladies' diapers. Perhaps the differences are just in the colors/ prints? Or in the cut of product, like the leg holes etc? Either way, if you really want to try them, I still say consider it a little padded adventure and go for it! Buy a package and take a pullup or diaper for a test drive at home before going out in public? See how they perform for you at home that way if there's any leaks or mishaps you're at home and can clean up.

Usually NorthShore, especially for the Megamaxes and Go Supreme pullups. I've been ordering Rearz from Amazon because of the free shipping. I also got Abena Abriforms from Amazon as well. (great abosrbency, horrible tapes).

I've heard it said clothes know no gender, so I'd assume that would apply to diapers too. If you like traditionally girl diapers, then go for it! Wear whatever makes you happiest and most comfortable! Life is too short to worry about what other people think, especially for something as personal as one's (absorbent) undergarments, so why not make yourself happy and wear what you want?

I may not be aromantic, but I'm asexual. My dating life is nonexistant so I wouldn't know. 😂

That is definitely a possibility! In some ways, Hans is an old fashioned guy. Yes there is.

Oh I remember that. I also remember wondering if the genders had been flipped and it was a mom with a son, would there have been such a kerfuffle?

It's a possibility, but at this point it's all reader speculation and using our imaginations to fill in the blanks to her motivations. It's possible the author will not give any backstory or insights into her desires or what motivates her desires, leaving us to our own conclusions.

Diapers I've tried: Um, a lot. I don't remember all of them. - a lot of generic, cheap ones. Haven't been a fan of them. They're thin so they're great if you're worried about being discrete. They leak after a wetting or two, which is not so great if you want/ need more absorbency or if you're going to be out of the house for a long time and don't want to change your diaper in public. -ABU diapers: Kiddo, Lavendar, Space, Paws, and Peekabu. Loved them all. Kiddo and Paws are probably my favorites. -Rearz: Select, 'Active Air, Violet, Safari, Rebel, Lil Monsters, Alpaca, Mermaid Tales, Princess. Loved them all. -North Shore: MegaMax, Supreme, Supreme Lite, Go Supreme Pullups. Love them all. The Lites and Pullups are good for when I want more discretion but still want to be padded, or if I'm not going to be away from home for long, like a quick trip to the store. Others that I remember: Abena Abriform- nice absorbency, horrible wings that pop off and don't hold well. Was not impressed. Better Dry diapers- great absorbency, good tapes. Confidry 24/7- very similar to the Better Dry diapers. I liked them both but the North Shore Megamaxes fit me better. DC Amor- pink with fluffy kittens, what's not to love? These are some of my favorite diapers. Bambino Bellissimo- cute and good absorbency, I liked it. Little For Big Fantasy. Cute adorable print and absorbency and good tabs= love these diapers. Would Like to Try: Tykables Unicorn, other Tykables diapers Some of the Rearz holiday diapers both Christmas and Halloween Critter Caboose LittleForBig Usagi Crinklz

Part of Kelly seems to genuinely care for Zack and Maddie, and another part seems to enjoy having control and being obeyed like they're little soldiers and she's a general instead of a parent-child relationship with talking and bonding. She's taking a very authortarian approach, and that could be from her having no parenting experience, or how she was raised, or a variety of factors. Either way, I'm still on the fence about how much she truly cares about the kids- does she have their best interests, or does she just want to be obeyed? Will she bond with the kids, or morph into a stepmonster?

Dang. Those poor kids. Sounds like a rule straight out of Matilda.

Ah, the whale tails. At least, that's what they were called in my area. I may have been guilty of that once upon a time. Somehow in diapers I don't have the urge to wear low waisted jeans and show off the high backs of my diapers. 😂

It's just her top tucked into her pants as others have said. The way her pants curve over her butt, there's not hint of a diaper.

The general public/ vanilla normies generally don't have a good view of ABDL. Unfortunately, they've got plenty of ammunition by some public ABDL spectacles being featured in news articles to back up their clames of "ABDLs are degenerate perverts" "disgusting pedos!" etc. The video could've been a lot worse. I was expecting worse to be honest. That said, outside of an ABDL convention or pride or Halloween etc, walking around out in public dressed in full on baby gear may make more normies "aware" of ABDL, but I'm not sure it would change their views beyond "Oh look, there's one of those pedo diaper freaks!" Or they google 'adults dressed as babies" ,find out about ABDL, and see some of the more notorious news articles like the man who broke into a daycare to steal diapers or the guy who pretended to be disabled to get an at home nurse/ care giver aide to change his diapers, and they go "OMG I didn't know about this! What sick freaks!!" 😰 Getting off topic a bit, more acceptance by non-ABDLs would be awesome. Like "hey, you do you but keep it on the down low/ don't throw it in my face and we're cool" vibes. Or an ABDL community, like how there's those gated nudist colonies/ communities. A community or resort strictly for ABDLs where you could walk around in full on baby gear.

“I’m going to give Miss Potty Pants here back to her Mommy while her dipey is still fresh.” Mrs. Klaus scooped Reila up and carried her out of the room. JJ ran t through the halls and the rooms, careful not to jostle any grownups. Her face and hands were wiped clean. She shouted the news like a town crier of yore that Junior and Lynnie pottied in their pants so they’re bitty babies and she was a big girl who pottied all by herself in the potty. Her pullup was dry! And she was now the big sister so all the big dumb babies had to listen to her! Mrs. Klaus carried Reila through the house to a small hallway where no friends nor family gathered. It was deserted. Down the hall was Han’s bedroom and his workroom. The heavy wooden doors were open, revealing old fashioned, beautifully hand carved furniture. A ball of fresh mistletoe hung from the workroom doorway. Hans and Sonja stood under it, holding hands and gazing lovingly at each other. A new gold diamond ring sparkled on Sonja’s finger. Reila felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to puke. She was too tired and emotionally battered and numb to be surprised or hurt. Of course dumb, lazy, gullible Sonja would fall in love without questioning it. She never questioned the easy way out. And she always wanted a stupid man in her life instead of being independent like Reila used to be, in her wild almost grownup days before she was a baby. Reila remembered her own wild flings and sexual escapades. She could’ve had fun with Junior, but now they were both diaper shitting babies. Boys were toys to be used and discarded at will. She used to be a strong, independent woman; she never needed a man to make her happy. It was one of the things she used to hate most about her mother. Azrael didn’t have a man. She had a big stupid baby. Nicky could be a big boy. When he wanted. But he would never be a real man. Did Az even want a man? She almost had it all- independence and companionship at the same time. Az could do as she pleased whenever she pleased; she just had to take Nicky along. Breastfeed him. Change his poopy diapers. Push his wheelchair or carry him. Maybe the goat bitch wasn’t so free. Nicky was a ball and chain weighing her down. Like Reila was for Sonja. Yet Azrael didn’t seem to mind at all, while all Sonja did was complain about motherhood. “There you lovebirds are. Shall we tell the family the good news?” Hans and Sonja jumped at Mrs. Klaus’ voice. Sonja looked a mix of bashful and excited. She held her hand out. “He proposed.” “Congratulations, dearie. What a nice surprise. Welcome to the family; I’m sure you’ll fit right in. Emma Jean will certainly be more than happy to help you acclimate.” Reila shuddered at that one. The neon nightmare already helped more than enough! The sight of Hans and Sonja together killed any yearning she had for her Mommy. There was no safety net, no refuge from the insanity and depravity of her situation. Her mom was just a pawn of their evil diapered baby games. Beaming, Sonja showed the ring to Reila. “Look, baby girl! You’re getting a new daddy! A good one this time! He’ll take care of us.” Sonja giggled in excitement as she kissed Reila’s cheek and took her into her arms. “Were you a good girl? I bet everyone loved your pretty dress!” She looked at Sarah Klaus, her future mother-in-law. “Thank you so much for watching my baby. I hope she wasn’t too fussy.” “Not at all. Some babies just cry a lot. Rachel does. She gets constipated a lot. Baby Riley might be the same.” Mrs. Klaus smiled gently at Sonja but her eyes met Reila’s, full of the promise of future enemas and suppositories that made her helplessly mess her diapers. As they walked down the hall to rejoin the family, Reila peeked at Hans over Mommy’s shoulder. His smile said she wasn’t going to like his style of parenting. He would not cave under screams, threats, and tantrums the way Sonja did. Reila whimpered. “Hush, baby. You’re okay. Did you make poopies yet?” Sonja patted Reila’s dry diaper, making it crinkle. “Oh, yes. Little Riley here made big stinky poo-poos in her diaper. I just changed her. She’s probably getting hungry.” In answer to Mrs. Klaus, Reila’s stomach growled. Sonja paused mid-step, confused as if she couldn’t figure out what or how her baby ate. Hans patted her shoulder. “No worries. Emma Jean and Jill will help you. Being a first time mom is hard, and they’re pros. Especially Jill. She taught Emma Jean everything she knows, so you’re in good hands.” Sonja nodded as if that was a perfectly reasonable answer. Reila expected bottles of formula or mushy, nasty babyfood since she no longer had teeth. She ran her tongue over her gums; it felt so natural, so right. She was a helpless baby whose baby teeth hadn’t come in yet. Her old life was a faded dream she had trouble remembering. What the fuck was going on? They passed a small side sitting room. The small Christmas tree inside had blue and silver decorations and an old fashioned radio played soft German Christmas carols. In a plush Victorian chair by the tree sat a shriveled prune of an old man, even older and more geriatric than Ushi. He was bald with a long, thin white beard. He wore a blue and silver robe. Uschi sat in a matching chair next to him. Music drifted out into the hall. Hans scrunched his handsome face in pure disgust. “Hohe Nacht Der Klerne Stern? Why does he play such wretched music?” Mrs. Klaus’s eyes widened in alarm. “Hans, shush! You know better! Old Man Winter will hear you!” Sonja looked confused but politely kept quiet, sensing this was an old family affair she did not want to step into. Hans scowled and dropped his voice. “He’s a cranky, cantankerous, ornery old coot. He only does it because he knows how much we hate it yet no one can do anything about it. They’re all afraid of him. Even Nikolas!” “That old man holds grudges like no one else. Do you want to fly a sleigh in winter when you’re on his bad side? I noticed you didn’t have the guts to not invite him, young man.” Hans ducked his head, thoroughly scolded by the matriarch of the North Pole. He reached to shut the door when they heard Jackie Froste’s voice. “Grandpa Winter, please? I’m mature enough. I helped Mom and Dad and I cleaned up after Lynne and Junior. I’m so ready. I take care of Jacky all by myself.” Jackie stood in front of Old Man Winter, ignoring the radio. He looked more like her great great great grandpa. Maybe, like with Uschi, it was simpler to drop all the ‘greats’ and just call him grandpa. So Nikolas was the fun Grandpa Klaus and Old Man Winter was Grandpa Winter. Old Man Winter stroked his long white beard. “You’re still too young. You won’t be able to breastfeed until you get a baby of your own, like Azrael. Until then, you can help your mother and bottle feed. But you’ve been working very hard. You deserve a reward. I have a snow white young reindeer. When her training is done, you can have her and a small sleigh.” His voice was strong but raspy like his throat was hoarse from blowing blizzards all day. Jackie beamed and danced on the spot. “Thanks, Grandpa!” She pranced out of the room, waving her fists into the air and nearly ran into Hans. “Hans! Grandma Klaus! Can you believe it?! A sleigh of my own! Wait ‘til Mom and Dad hear!” She carried on, too euphoric to notice the rest of the group. Just before Hans finally shut the door, Uschi said, “I want to thank you for your suggestions. This has worked out wonderfully. The Klauses are happy Hans has finally settled down and Sonja and Reila will be redeemed.” Reila froze in her mom’s arms. Did those two have a thing going on? Yuck, geriatric romance. Disgusting and wrinkly. She gagged. How could Grandma Uschi like such a odious old man? Because she was a gnarled relic from a bygone era and people back then thought differently so she didn’t realize how vile Old Man Winter was? Whatever, if she thought about it anymore she would puke. A baby like her couldn’t do anything about it, and she had bigger problems. The group made their way to other rooms where friends and extended family gathered. Everyone congratulated Hans and Sonja. Emma Jean hugged Sonja and kissed both her cheeks, squishing Reila between them. Reila squealed her indignation, making the velour nightmare laugh. “Poor baby is cranky because she’s hungry. Filling her diapey with so much poopies took a lout out of her and made room for milky num-nums. Rachie is due for a feed anyway. Come with me.” Sonja sighed, regretful to leave her new fiance’s side. Hans smiled and patted her bottom with his large hand. “Go on. Emma Jean will help you. She’s a fantastic mother; she can teach you a lot.” Reila snorted. A fantastically evil velour demon, more like. She growled, spit bubbling between her lips and running down her chin. Sonja laughed and wiped her chin with her drool-wet bib. “Guess someone is really hungry. Maybe with some food you won’t be so fussy.” Great. These monsters were going to turn her milquetoast Mommy into Emma Jean 2.0. Reila shuddered. Like her hell couldn’t get any worse. “She’ll outgrow it in time. Babies are just like that.” Emma Jean led Sonja to another small sitting room. Sonja sighed. “Nicky isn’t like that. He’s such a happy baby, always cooing and gurgling his baby babble.” Emma Jean smiled. “Azrael got lucky, dearie. Very, very lucky. Baby Nicky was a good thing that happened to a bad person.” Reila wondered what the hell was going on. This wasn’t the kitchen; it was just another small room with plush chairs and a small couch. There weren’t even any highchairs. How could they possibly feed her?

I think that answer will vary wildly with individual use and preferences. For some, especially if it's an occassional indulgence only done in private settings, you can never have diapers thick enough. If someone is wearing diapers out in public under their clothing etc, then they may want a more discrete option. For me, my diaper preferences vary. I do love a good thick diaper, though sometimes for out in public I'd prefer a thinner diaper for more discretion. Like in the summer months when I can't wear as many layers or if I'm not going to be gone from home that long so I don't need much absorbency, I'll go with a thinner diaper or a pullup. If I'm going to be gone for a longer time, I'll wear a thicker diaper like a NorthShore Mega Max, usually with a loose skirt or dress and a Trifecta waterproof pant and some shorts over top to help silence the crinkles. When I'm home alone and have privacy, the thicker and noisier the better!

I see London, I see France, I see Name's padded underpants? Sorry, I couldn't resist. 😁

That sounds like it could be the beginning of a fun diaper story. Except in the story, diaper boy would most certainly end up diapered 24/7. 😂

Thicker diapers that also wicks the wetness....oh I like it! Win-win! *pokes the diaper companies, especially the ABDL ones* That sounds like a #challenge to me.... Just sayin...😁

It's an unwritten rule of the universe, diaperboys in braces= super cute! Kai would think you look cute too! I'm glad you enjoyed the story enough to remember the characters! It's one of my favorite stories I've written.

This seems like the adult version of the creepy free candy van.

Good thing you had a mattress protector on. Hmm...does this mean it's time for thicker night diapers? Y'know, just in case....