Cute_Kitten

espresso, mocha syrup, caramel syrup, sugar, whipped cream and a mocha drizzle on top. sometimes an extra shot of espresso. (Really, it's a mystery why my diet fails) But I usually just get a chai tea latte with an extra shot of chai.

I remember seeing them several years ago on a diaper store site, I want to say it was maybe Rearz? (Not sure.) I checked Amazon- they are on amazon, but they're currently unavailable. Good luck hunting them OP!

Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional. A good watch - That's what my phone is for. I know some techy peops like all the apps and things the new watches can do, but I can do what I need with my phone. And my phone annoys me enough. A watch like that would probably just annoy me and I'd end up tossing it into the empty fish tank. A reliable wallet- I have an RFID wallet. in a fun, funky color. Does that make it immature? ? Sleek dress shoes- I have a couple pair of dress shoes/ sandals. Got 'em out of season from the clearance rack. Quality trainers- if by quality, the article means supportive, then yes. Got 'em on sale $. if by quality, the article means $$$ name brand shoes, then ? roflmao no. Versatile luggage- Nope. I don't travel, and if I do, it's somewhere in driving distance. Either way, I'd rather have a fun-colored, durable and sturdy luggage rather than versatile. But that's just my opinion. A more mature gym bag- lol why? ? If I had a gym bag, I'd want fun print or color that I like. Maybe Harry Potter or anime or something about books/ writing or rainbow tie-dye. T-shirts that fit All depends on the cut and style. I go for comfort. Dress shirts that fit Lol nope. Luckily my current job doesn't call for dressing up. A trusty set of kitchen knives. Nothing fancy but I do have knives I use for cooking.

If you're having trouble with leaks and bladder issues and you also have trouble affording incontinence products, I'd recommend talking to your doctor. Maybe they could help you or get insurance to help pay for the health care products you need.

Poor dude clearly hasn't either had any good cookies or he doesn't have a sweet tooth. ?

Just wanted to add- though I do like the black MegaMax diapers and Go Supreme pullups (got some in my closet right now), they're great for goth babies. Or for Halloween- get some Halloween stickers from the dollar store + black diaper= customized Halloween diaper!

For me it depends a lot on the print itself and the layout of the print. Like the Bambino Red Bearon. I love the idea. Hate the execution. The layout is not bad, but the cartoon print just doesn't do it. It's like someone high up in the chain of command just threw their hands up, shrugged, and said "eh, sure, whatever YOLO idgaf"

Just imagine if they got caught on camera finding out how dependable Depends (or other generic grocery store pull-up) are! ?

Now that is skill! Those boys passed potty training 101 with gold stars and extra credit!

I never got coal for Christmas, but I've had to put soap in my mouth as a kid when I discovered the word "fuck" and how wonderful it paired with "no" for the ultimate in childhood stubborness and refusal. "Fuck no!" ? Unfortunately for my grandma, it back fired big time. I found with enough slobber you can blow bubbles! ? And I had a new past time!! I was rather partial to the original green Irish Spring soap.

This was adorable! I love how protective Derek was with Jordan, and how vulnerable Jordan was when Trevor was bullying him. That's one of my favorite things to read- an adorable vulnerable boy getting bullied. ?

Another chapter so soon! You're spoiling us, and we love it! ? So thank you! This chapter showed that Steve does care deeply about Adam, and is worried about his happiness or at least keeping Adam from leaving. But Steve still puts himself and his goals that he's put a lot of work/ time/ effort/ money etc into. I can't help but think at moments Mark would be an excellent supervillain. (Not saying he's cartoonish, but that he has the deep pockets and egocentrism of a classic villain), and Alice is the perfect ice-cold, super smart doctor super villainess. Will Monica and Alice be nursing Addy and Molly side by side in the evenings? That certainly is a cute mental picture!

Thank you. Oh there's still a lot of fun in store. I hand write my stories before I type them up, and I'm happy to say I have about a scene or two left before the rough draft is complete.

I'm going to guess it's just a guess on her part. Probably also a comforting thought for a Vanilla Normie "Gee if I'm wearing a diaper, I bet a bunch of others are too." I'm wondering what diapers the normies would wear. Depends? That's the brand due to advertising that most normal people associate with adults/ incontinence. One advantage to being an ABDL: we know better. ? I have 0 desire to be in such a crowded spot, but if I ever did, I'd wear a white Megamax with a booster. or maybe a Rearz Inspire. Something thick and super absorbent. The article did say a lot of people abstained from liquids. With such a big diaper, no need to worry!

The Little side of me says cake for breakfast everyday! ?? The practical grown up side of me says:

This is what I'm thinking. Generally speaking, and painting with a broad brush, I wonder if kids being forced and shamed into potty training before they're ready leaves some subonscious trauma deep in the psyche. Consciously, as they grow up, they might not be aware of it. But its there, hidden deep down, and this could play into why adults wearing diapers are so stigmatized.

This could be fun. As long as I get credit and a link, I'm game. I have a few short stories and one-shots; Winter's Kiss, Daddy's Good Baby, and A Diapered Decision. Of Leopards and Their Spots is a longer story, and if you wanted to use that one you would also have to get permission from Personalias as well since we co-wrote that one together. Links can be found on my profile.

@Guilend Thank you for commenting and reading. Sonja's going to be very happy with Hans. But Reila is not going to be happy at all! @Cya Thank you for commenting and reading. Glad the updates were a Christmas surprise for you! With all the Christmas spirits being immortal, they don't come by babies very often, so they'd probably want to extend babyhood as long as they could. Plus, if they're baby crazy, well that's just more fun for us! ? I can easily see Reila being that old but still looking like her 18 year old self while still crawling around. Christmas magic! It would certainly explain how old Saint Nick gets around the world delvering toys to thousands of girls and boys in one night! ??❄️⛄??❄️⛄ Chaos reigned in the kitchen. How could such a small room hold so many women all rushing around to prepare the Christmas feast? Emma Jean lingered at the threshold, bouncing Reila but otherwise ignoring her. She watched the bustling women as if waiting for something. Reila wondered what fresh torment the velour nightmare had in store for her. A few women sat at a small table against the far wall, an island of calm amidst the holiday hustle and bustle. Nikolas’s wife, Sarah Klaus, sat at the center enjoying a cup of peppermint coffee like a queen holding court. Occasionally she called out directions and orders to the busy women. The only women not working were the retired matriarchs like Uschi who had already put in their years of service, or to caregivers like Jill and Emma Jean who were busy looking after the babies. Even if Azrael did not fall into that category, no one trusted a Ruprecht to handle food. Lynne sat next to Mrs. Klaus with a mug of Uschi’s mulled wine in hand. She swayed as she sat, blue eyes glazed. Puddles from her spilled drink dotted the table in front of her. She wasn’t drunk, just pleasantly tipsy after having one refill too many. “So then in front of everyone- including the new people, you know- JJ just blurts out YOU USED TO BE A BOY! Like, I know she’s just a baby and can’t help it. But I just wanted to die!” Lynne waved her mug for emphasis, sloshing more wine. Next to Lynne, JJ sat in a highchair with a sippy cup of milk. Cookie crumbs covered the tray and her bib. “But Lynnie, you are a boy!” “Look, JJ! Auntie Emma Jean’s sugar cookies! Your favorite!” Lynne snatched up a big Christmas tree cookie loaded with green icing and shoved the entire thing into her sister’s mouth. JJ’s eyes widened in delight at the sweet taste. She tried to chew and swallow but her mouth was too full. All she could do was happily suck on the soft treat and let it slowly dissolve in her mouth. Mrs. Klaus laughed and sympathetically patted Lynne’s shoulder. “It’s just a phase, dear. She can’t quite grasp difficult concepts yet. Just like last year at your family’s Christmas party, when she ran around with a pair of your father’s thong underwear shouting ‘Daddy’s butt floss!’” Lynne snorted with laughter into her cup at the memory. “I also recall a certain little girl’s nudist phase. She’d rip her diapers off and leave yellow puddles everywhere. We had to put her in locking plastic pants to keep her diapers on.” Lynne’s face heated up in shame and embarrassment. “That was a long time ago!” Sarah Klaus sipped her coffee and gave a few more directions to the busy women. “No need to be shy, dearie. You were just a baby going through a phase.” “Mommy? Daddy?” Handsome big boy Junior waddled bow-legged through the throng of women, looking around. Sarah motioned him over to her. “They’re with your other siblings. What do you need, baby?” Junior waddled slow, his gaze on the floor as he tugged uncomfortably on the waistband of his trousers. He wouldn’t meet her gaze. His voice was soft and low, trying to be discreet. “Grandma. Um. Where’s Mommy or Daddy?” Lynne looked at his crotch and giggled. There were no wet spots, but his crotch puffed out slightly in a tell-tale wet pullup bulge. Mrs. Klaus silenced Lynne with a quelling glance. JJ still sucked on her cookie. Green colored drool dribbled all over her chin and bib. “Baby? It’s okay. Let me help you.” Mrs. Klaus soothed to Junior. The Frostes were more family than friend to the vast Kringle and Klaus family, so it was only natural they used family terms like calling Mr. and Mrs. Klaus Grandma and Grandpa. One glance at his crotch told Mrs. Klaus the problem right away, but she wanted to hear Junior admit it himself. She coaxed him gently. “You’re with family, baby. You’re safe. We’ll take care of you.” Tears filled his blue eyes. “I’m a big boy. Been helping Daddy at work. Lots.” “So I’ve heard, sugar. Daddy is very proud of you. We all are. You’ve worked so, so hard. And you need a break. You’re stressed and tired. It’s been hard on you. You’re safe. You can let go. We’ll take care of you.” Junior nodded eagerly. “And-and I still wear pull-ups but only at night. Cuz I have lots of accidents. But I’m a big boy. Mommy said Christmas is busy. So she put me in a pull-up. Just in case. B-but I’m a big boy.” He sniffled, tears trickling down his cheeks. Mrs. Klaus reached out and wiped them away. “Shh. You’re okay, you’re safe. My big boy. I’m so proud of you.” “I go potty. All by myself.” “Go on, sugarplum.” Junior no longer resembled a confident, strapping young rugby player. Gone was the young man, replaced by an oversized, insecure toddler who struggled with his potty training and had accidents in his pants. “What happened, baby? Come on. Tell Grandma like the good boy you are.” “I-I didn’t make it to the p-potty. M’sorry.” More tears fell and Junior hiccupped, struggling not to break down crying because he wet his pull-up like a little baby instead of keeping it dry like a big boy. Mrs. Klaus stood up and wiped away his tears, pulling him close for a cuddle. “Sh. No tears. It’s nothing to cry over, baby boy. Just a little accident. We’ll get you fixed up.” She examined his pants for leaks and wet spots. He whined and covered his face with his hands when she cupped his padded crotch and squeezed to test the pull-up. “Oh my. You’re really soaked, honey. Any more and this thin padding would’ve leaked all over you. My poor baby. I’ll get you all fixed up and you won’t have to worry about any nasty leakies. Let’s see how bad it is.” He offered no resistance, just sniffled and cried as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his knees in front of everyone. None of the busy women paid any attention; Junior was just a baby with a wet pull-up who needed changed and Sarah Klaus was on baby duty. “I’m a b-big b-boy.” Junior sobbed softly, rubbing at his face. At a tap on his bare thigh, he stepped out of his pants. The front of his blue pull-up was decorated with snowmen and big fade when wet snowflakes. The material puffed out, swollen and saturated with his pee. A few drops had leaked out onto his thighs. “Don’t cry, baby. Shh. No tears. It’s okay.” Mrs. Klaus’s voice was soft and gentle. She pulled a sparkly mint green pacifier out of a skirt pocket and poked his wobbly lips with the huge nipple. He automatically opened his mouth. The rubber nipple filled his mouth as he started suckling right away. The sensation soothed him; his cries died down to sad sniffles. “Looks like your snowflakes melted in the yellow snow.” Sarah Klaus joked. Junior blushed and hid his face again. “We’ll keep your pants off. That dinky pull-up is already starting to leak. Don’t sit down, baby. Any pressure will squeeze the pee right out of that thin padding. It’s designed for a few escaped trickles, not a flood.” His cashmere sweater was not long enough to cover his soggy pull-up so he was left standing in the crowded kitchen with his accident on display for all to see. No one minded, which only made him feel worse. Feel smaller, like a baby. Babies ran around in just their pull-ups and diapers and no one cared. It was only natural. He would have to parade around the full house like that and everyone would know about his accident. He sniffled some more and vigorously nursed his paci. Only babies found comfort in their pacis. Tears trickled down his cheeks. “I wanna be a big boy.” “You were a wonderful big boy, sugar plum. We’re all so proud of you. But it’s also a lot of stress. You’re not a grownup like your daddy is. You need a break. You can take a break, be a baby for a little bit, then try being a big boy again. Your accidents are only natural. Your body is saying you need to be a baby.” Junior started crying again. Big boys could handle big work. He was a baby. A toddler who miserably failed his potty training. He had his accident when one of his uncles showed him a really awesome train set. He’d been so engrossed in playing with the train he never felt the urge to potty until he was surprised when his pull-up suddenly grew wet and warm. Mrs. Klaus wiped his tears and kissed his pink cheeks. “Sweetie. Don’t cry. It’s okay. It’s all okay. Grandma will take care of everything. Just let go of all that nasty stress and worries.” Emma Jean took a few steps into the kitchen. Reila was still and quiet. What the hell was wrong with the oldest Froste boy? Did he truly want to be a baby? He could regress at will? What the fuck was going on? These deranged perverted spirits used their evil magic to turn her into a giant baby. Junior claimed he didn’t want to be a baby, but he didn’t fight it either. The fuck was wrong with the freak? The stench from Reila’s heavily soiled diaper wafted into the kitchen. The working women wrinkled their noses and paused in their cooking. “Eeew. What’s that smell?” “Yuck! Someone’s had a diaper blow out! I thought Rachel was with one of her aunts in another room?” “Glad I’m not the one stuck wiping that messy butt!” “Phew! I didn’t even hear any toots!” “Disgusting. This is why I don’t have any kids and don’t babysit. Who shit their diaper?” “N-NOT ME!” Junior shouted. Mrs. Klaus pulled back the waistband of his blue pull-up and peered down the back. She let him go. “Nope, you’re good. Just soaked. Lynnie?” Lynne’s face flushed as red as her brother’s. Even drunk, she knew better than to argue with Mrs. Klaus. She wobbled as she stood up. She lifted her skirt, showing off her pink pull up with festive candy canes and holly leaves. The red candy canes had faded. The pull-up puffed out, saggy and soggy. Unlike Junior, she wasn’t ready to leak just yet. But she still needed a change into thicker, more protective padding. She wobbled some more as she looked down at her pull-up and poked it with a finger. Her eyes widened at how wet she was. She didn’t remember wetting it. “Oopsies! Thought I was dry!” She giggled. “Guess I didn’t potty with JJ!” Mrs. Klaus checked her pull-up and declared her poop free as well. JJ watched the scene with shining blue eyes. Her mouth was still full of cookie as she giggled and sprayed crumbs all over her tray. She swallowed the last of her cookie and laughed some more. Green icing smeared over her mouth, cheeks, chin, and bib. “I’m the only big kid! I’m dry!” JJ clapped her icing and crumb covered fingers in delight. “Lynnie and Junior went peepees! They need diapees like big dumb babies! But I don’t! I’m a big kid! They’re not anymore!” She beamed with pride and her gleaming eyes taunted her older siblings. Lynne glared at JJ and Junior started crying again at being called a dumb baby. Mrs. Klaus unfastened the crotch snaps on her pink overalls to show off her pink pull-up. It was bone dry and the candy canes were on display. “Grandma, you gonna put the big babies in super big diapees like Rachie wears? Cuz she’s a stupid baby who pee-pees and poopies everywhere. Like Junior and Lynnie do now!” Junior noisily suckled his pacifier, utterly mortified and seeking comfort. Lynne looked ready to smack her little sister. Alcohol lowered her inhibition and self control. Her face was red from embarrassment and a drunkard’s blush. Mrs. Klaus tapped JJ’s nose firmly. “Hush. Unless you’d like a punishment enema and join Rachel in diapers?” JJ’s eyes widened in horror. “No thanks! I’m good! Sorry babies! I’ll be super duper nice cuz I’m a good girl!” She squeaked out and stuffed her fingers into her mouth, sucking off all the icing. “Well, if it wasn’t any of you three, who is this mystery pants pooper?” Mrs. Klaus gazed around as if she was playing hide and seek. “Here we are!” Emma Jean sang out. “You smelled baby Riley and her big stinky diapee!”

YES!!! But they're dinosaurs and they spit venom! And maybe I wanna ride one.

Agreed! It provides great motivation for starting a goal! (Motivation gets one started, but habit keeps one going, so it's great for starting a new habit and thus reaching a new goal!)