Cute_Kitten

I want to be more diligent and productive with my writing. Especially now that I have no excuses with school- I've finished my paralegal program, huzzah!

That sounds like a good new year's eve! Mine was very quiet. First Night is the perfect time to treat yourself and indulge a little! Happy New Year!

Dilophosaurus aka the spitters as portrayed in the Jurassic Park movies (even if current articles say they really weren't like that). They're cute, small, highly venemous with a bad attitude. My kind of critter! He so cuddly(okay not really but deep down he does want cuddles). He looks like a Norbert. Or a Fernando.

How many of us are going to be padded? Does wearing a diaper count as dressing as Baby New Year? ?

Chilling at home. I should be writing but siblings and relatives are too noisy. ? So I'm reading my favorite manga- You Own My All (It's like a gay Game of Thrones meets Cinderella set in ancient China). and watching a few Christmas movies with said relatives. I'm hoping to watch the rockin new years' eve celebration- I just wanna see J-hope from BTS perform. And I'm hoping to maybe get a new chapter of Naughty Christmas up. For snacking, got some pepperoni, cheese, and dipping mustard. and discount doughnuts and cupcakes from a bakery. (Leftovers from Christmas that were half off. Yay! $3 for half a dozen donuts.)

This is such a sweet, light hearted read. I really enjoy that, and how natural Derek and Jordan's relationship is. Jordan is so shy and insecure, and Derek is so patient with him, always gently coaxing him, so that earns Jordan's trust and allowed Jordan to slip into Little space. Even if Jordan didn't realize it at the time. Even as their relationship progresses, Jordan's insecurities hold him back. I'm looking forward to seeing how the movie night goes! Will Jordan's old boss try anything? If he does, how will Derek react?

That was a deliciously long chapter. And very emotional in spots. Adam is well and truly trapped. I'm wondering how much of his affection for Steve is still genuine, and how much might be attritubted to Stockholm Syndrome. As for Steve...I think part of him cares for Adam, but I also think part of him sees Adam as just another posession like an exotic pet. Sure you take care of your pet, even care for it, but at the end of the day you do what you want with it.

If I did that, the house probably would catch on fire from my cooking. ? My ham was a little dry but hey, I'm surprised anything turned out edible!

I cooked. And I managed not to burn anything or set the house on fire! The smoke alarm didn't even go off! ? I made a glazed ham, candied carrots, mashed potatoes, french cut green beans, and corn in a sweet zesty sauce.

I haven't tried the Little Kings or Alpha Gatorz yet, but I keep hearing good things about them. A lot of my friends who have tried them fell in love with them (and some of those friends are very picky diaper connoisseurs). Hope you enjoy them just as much as my friends do! Variety is the spice of life, and the only way to find out if you like something is to try it! Especially diapers!

Once Jack Froste left with his overgrown baby of a son, Nikolas Klaus looked down at Reila. “Well, Miss Poopy Pamper? Do you know what you should’ve learned?” Reila blew a spit bubble at him. Fuck off, fatso! There was nothing to learn except the gimp was a bratty pants-shitter. Like her? Whatever. And the so-called Christmas Spirits were sick and twisted with a big baby fetish. Fucking freaks. If you switched a few letters around, Santa became Satan. That explained why Reila was trapped in this big baby hell! Nik clucked his tongue, disappointment in his eyes. “I’m not an evil spirit. You’re looking at things wrong. You always do. Let me explain. Jax and his daddy have a close bond. You could have that with your mommy. You have a chance for a new daddy, too. Hans is strict and old fashioned. But he’s a good man and you certainly could use some discipline. You and Sonja both.” He stared down at Reila, hoping to get his point across. Screw that happy family bullshit. So Hans was a tyrannical bastard. A minion of Satan. She already knew that. All Reila wanted was out of this reeking shit sack she was trapped in. Now! “GAH!” She shrieked and kicked her legs, spreading the vile excrement around some more. She felt it creep up her crotch, thoroughly coating her privates. “Well, you’ve got plenty of time to learn. Before we get you changed, a word of warning. I know Jax baited you with that smile and wave of his. You shouldn’t have taken it. Jax isn’t patient or forgiving like Nicky is. You should apologize and make friends before he decides you’re an enemy. The choice is yours, of course. I’m just giving you some Grandfather Christmas advice.” Jax started shit with her, and SHE had to say sorry? Fat chance. Now about that diaper change- Nikolas Klaush, Kris Kringle, Father Christmas, Pierre Noel, the jolly rotund man who was known by many names around the globe stood up and cradled Reila in his arms like an overgrown, helpless infant. He rubbed the thick padding on her bottom. Poopy lumps squished. She cringed and whimpered. Her diaper was so saturated and messy, the padding heavy and soaked with urine and feces, that the plastic shell barely crinkled. He carried her past the changing table and out of the room. Her diaper change! She needed a new one! NOW! Reila shrieked her displeasure, her limp noodle body going rigid. Nik chuckled, big belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly and shaking her as well. “It’s Christmas, little baby. I wouldn’t deprive Emma Jean of her fun. She’s been such a good girl this year.” Sentence affirmed. No mercy. Not even a clean diaper. Her rendezvous with the head honcho over, Reila was passed back to Emma Jean. The velour nightmare squealed in girlish delight at the sight of Reila’s swollen and obviously well used diaper on display as it poked out from under her too short dress. Emma Jean poked, prodded, and squeezed the well used diaper before loudly pronouncing to all and sundry what a super pamper pooper baby Riley was. She carried Reila all through the crowded house and reintroduced her to every Klaus, Kringle, Trapp, and Froste. Everyone made loud remarks about the stinky baby who needed a clean diaper. Reila wanted to die of humiliation. Her face burned red in shame. She’d never accept this new status in life, this cruel and unjust punishment. Nicky wasn’t treated like this! Even whiny bratty Jax got kisses and cuddles. A small part of her pointed out Jax cried but he never fought or back-talked. He just protested the entire time. Being paraded to rooms full of strangers with her massive poopy diaper on display was worse than the Krampuslauf. At least there people left her alone in her wet pants. Here everyone laughed at her stench, poked and prodded her lumpy diaper. Several times it grew warm as she peed while strangers hands squeezed her diaper. She wished it would leak all over the strangers and all over the velour bitch who delighted in her misery. Instead, her diaper swelled and expanded with her pee. It grew to ridiculous, comedic proportions and forced her legs far apart. Reila wailed and cried like an angry infant. Her tears were gleefully ignored. Emma Jean showed her off like a prize pig at the county fair. Why couldn’t Emma Jean torture her own daughter Rachel and leave poor Reila alone? Why didn’t Mommy come save her? Roon after room, Sonja was nowhere to be found. In one room, Uschi waved to her and toasted her with a glass of gluhwein. In another room, Azrael stood by a glowing red and gold Christmas tree. She held Nicky on one hip, her arm under his padded bum. His blue skirt was bunched up and his own pink diaper was on display. It was swollen and discolored from his pee. He was blissfully unaware, didn’t care at all. Just like a baby- he trusted his caregivers to monitor his diapers. Az tried to show Nicky the ornaments, but he was more interested in tapping the golden bells and chains hanging on her horns. Nicky gently poked a bell with a fingertip then squealed in delight when it jingled. His pink candy cane blanket lay on the floor by the hem of Az’s skirt. She blew a raspberry on his soft cheek, making him giggle and squirm. His diaper crinkled and his feet flopped like limp noodles he couldn’t control. Jealousy curdled in Reila’s stomach at the scene. She felt alone, helpless and scared with no way to protect herself from teasing strangers. She needed her Mommy! Emma Jean’s mocking coos drowned out her infantile wails. Azrael turned with a serene smile at Reila’s tears. This had been the goat-bitch’s goal all along; reduce Reila to this pathetic, sniveling state. Reila tried to summon up her hatred, anger, and outrage at the injustice of it all, but she was too vulnerable. Her fists and feet flopped helplessly. She was full of fear at her current infant state. But her fear of Azrael faded. Az had already done her damage. What more could the horned demon do to her? Az parted her lips to say something, to taunt Reila, but Nicky promptly shoved his glittery pink pacifier between her lips. “I share!” He giggled. Reila was too busy crying, too emotionally destroyed, to find any amusement or vindictive glee in the image of Azrael with a pacifier in her mouth. Nicky gazed at Reila and shook his head sadly. “Baby, don’t cry. It’s just a stinky diapee.” He smiled and lifted his velvet skirt up, showing everyone his visibly soggy diaper. He patted the puffy pink plastic. “See? My diapee is still dry! No poopies!” Az spat the pacifier into one hand, but she stayed quiet and let Nicky have his say. Emma Jean and Azrael politely ignored each other. Instead, Emma Jean cooed over Nicky. “Smart baby. You poopied your diapee after breakfast. Just like Rachie! You’re wet now, sweetheart. But you don’t need a change just yet.” She lovingly kissed Nicky’s soft cheek, making him giggle again. Reila let out an ear-piercing shriek, jealousy and upset boiling over. Emma Jean and Azrael laughed and joked about how the baby’s poopy temper matched her poopy diaper. Emma Jean bounced Reila and rubbed her putrid diaper, squishing the mess all around as if tempting fate and trying to cause a diaper blowout. Reila whimpered and cringed. “Poor baby doesn’t like her icky diapee or all her lovely new gifts like her pretty dress. She’s such a fussy baby. Just like my Rachie-wachie ies. Az, you did a good job on her.” Emma Jean placed a finger in Reila’s mouth; Reila automatically bit down, trying to crush the digit between her soft gums. The grown up caregivers laughed. Nicky frowned at Reila but instead of saying anything he sucked his thumb. Azrael hid her surprise at the unexpected compliment. She quickly plucked Nicky’s thumb out of his mouth and replaced it with a glittery purple pacifier she pulled out of a pocket. “The baby still hasn’t broken down or opened up yet. We’ve worn her down though. Finishing the babies is your area of expertise.” She returned Emma Jean’s compliment like the two were wary enemies exchanging Christmas presents. “Yes. Riley’s attitude is more putrid than her diaper. I’ve got her desperate for her mommy, so I’m gonna go find Sonja. Think Hans has had enough time?” At Az’s nod, Emma Jean left the room and made her way to the kitchen. She stopped several times to chat and ask if anyone had seen Hans, and by extension Sonja.

I recommend checking out the Incontinence Desires subforum, there's several catheter threads with excellent advice and tips for avoiding potential UTIs and mitigating some other risks. Knowledge is always great for helping one play safe. Have fun!

I think with gift cards it seems to depend upon intent. And circumstances. I can see some people- perhaps they have a lot on their plate (either dealing with a husband/ wife battling a critical illness, or they're in a job where they've been working 60+ hours a week and literally do not have the time or energy to shop, even online, and other circumstances that are stressful, emotional, time consuming etc) where if the circumstances were different they would go do individual shopping but they can't, so hey everyone is getting prepaid visa gift cards! That's different from just shrugging, going "Meh, fuck it, I'll keep it simple and just get everyone the same gift card." I've given gift cards to some relatives who are extremely picky thus hard to buy for. And I get it- one of my siblings has sensory issues. Clothes have to be a certain style/ cut/ color/ fabric/ material etc. So unless they give me a specific item/ size/ color etc they're getting a gift card to their favorite store. This year I was able to get them the exact pants they wanted. I just take my list, go up to a store worker and be like "Excuse me, do you have Style X in size Y and color z?" Another present win was getting a sibling one of those pillow pet thingies that seem to be all the rage- Squishables? Plushmellows? Squishmellos? Something like that? (I don't remember, I ordered it during Black Friday) and I had the exact style / color and it took a lot of online hunting but I was able to buy it. I do prefer giving a gift the recepient actually gets to open. But I also want to give them something I know they want/ need/ can use. So if a gift card is the best way to do that, I'll go with a gift card. I still like them to have something to open, so sometimes I'll get them something little to go with the gift card- a cute little plushy or their favorite candy, etc. or their favorite Bath and Body Works scent in a small lotion or body spray etc.

I got a pair of special boots I'd been eyeing for over a year now, some facial masks, wool socks, a Brothers Grimm notebook, and some of my favorite candies.

In some public women restrooms, occassionally I see tampon or pad boxes with a "Free Please take one if you need one" sign. I can kind of see leaving a clean diaper (preferably in a large ziploc bag with a sign on it saying "free please use if you need" or something similar on it. But maybe leaving a diaper in a family restroom or one of the restrooms designed for disabled use that have the adult changing tables (okay those are rare indeed) would be places where there's a greater chance of other random users having a need for it? I mean, if I found a random adult diaper in the ladies' room, I'd think "oh no, some grandma forgot her diaper! Hope she doesn't piss/ shit herself!"

Fabine christmas diapers? Sound cute! Too bad the picture wouldn't load for me! Despite their sometimes bad decision making, Rearz do know how to make very nice but functional and aesthetic diapers. I like their Christmas diapers:

-1F here with a windchill of -24. I stayed inside all day. I got a little bit of writing done but none as much as I wanted because some of the casual games I like to play have their Christmas events going this week. I did get another chapter of Naughy Christmas done so I'm feeling somewhat productive! I have more hand written in my notebook; I just have a few more scenes then the rough draft will be complete. Yay! And tomorrow is last minute baking with my sibling.

The shrieks pierced Reila’s eardrums. She cringed. Nikolas patted her bulbous, stinky diaper to comfort her. She futilely kicked her legs, pumping hard to either kick him or escape. If she couldn’t walk away or run, she’d crawl. Roll. Whatever. Moments later Jack Froste entered the playroom with a crying Jax in wet pants on his hip. The butt of his blue corduroy overalls puffed slightly in a faint telltale diaper bulge while two dark crescent moons by his crotch and inner thighs clearly signaled his leaky diaper to the world. “NO! DADDY, NO! I DON’T NEED A DIAPEE! PLEASE, DADDY!! NO!!!!” Jax didn’t thrash like Reila did. He just sobbed and pleaded his heart out. Reila wrinkled her nose in distaste at the pathetic display. “Slugger, shh. It’s okay. Leaks happen. Daddy will fix you right up.” Jack bounced his twenty one year old son and kissed his cheek like he was a fussy toddler. With a small wave of acknowledgement to Nik, Jack headed to the far wall of the playroom. A sturdy, hand carved wooden changing table awaited big babies. The second shelf held numerous stacks of thick pink diapers, thinner white feel-when-wet diapers, and pullups. Tubs of baby wipes, baby lotion, oil, powder, and suppositories were behind the stacks of padding. Everything one needed to take care of big babies. With so many diapers and supplies, diaper bags were only needed to carry personal items or supplies like bottles, bibs, medicine or a change of clothes. But mommies always overpacked because they could never be too prepared. Jax screeched as his father laid him down on the padded plastic mat and fastened a safety strap over his waist. “Daddy! No diapee!” Jack yawned and peppered his face with kisses, wiping away his distraught tears. “Baby, I can’t leave you in a mess.” He undid his sons overalls and shimmied them out from under the safety strap then down his legs. Jax felt helpless and vulnerable in just his sparkly cashmere sweater, matching socks, and thin white diaper. The plastic puffed out. The discolored yellow shell was no longer pristine white. The thin diaper was full and overflowing. It was a diaper worn before switching to pullups. The inner padding felt cold and yucky, alerting to the oversized baby they just went and helped urged them to want to potty train. Jax whined and whimpered, holding his arms out to his daddy in silent pleas. The special padding in his diaper was so cold and wet and disgusting. He felt like he was trapped in a pulpy ice bucket. He wanted out of this nasty diaper, but he didn’t want one of the big, bulky, bulging ones. Only babies like Reila wore them. “D-daddy!” “My poor champ. Shh. Here we go.” Jack dropped the wet pants on the floor then ripped open the tabs on the diaper. “NOOOOO! DAAAADDDYYYY!” Jax howled, a protest and a plea all at once. He was oblivious in his misery to Nikolas and Reila across the room. Reila watched with glee. So much for the tough disabled boy. He was just a big diaper pissy baby like the rest of them. She gloated, delighting in his tears. Jack slipped a green pacifier into Jax’s wailing mouth. Immediately the boy quieted, suckling. He went limp and soft, resigned to his fate while his daddy got to work. Jack readied some wipes, lowered the diaper front and exposing Jax’s pee-soaked crotch to the air. He thoroughly wiped all the pee off every nook and cranny of his son’s diaper area. Jax’s cries died down to tired, defeated whimpers. His cheeks were pink from the exertion, eyes puffy, nose and chin covered in snot. He truly resembled an oversized, tantrum throwing toddler. Not ready for adulthood at all. Reila sneered. Maybe the cripple’s brain was just as scrambled as JJ’s? Was that how everyone saw Reila? That she had the emotional maturity of an infant, so now, as punishment, her outside body would match the inside? “Such a good boy. Almost done, baby.” Jack Froste smothered his son’s crotch and butt in a heavy layer of diaper cream and a generous dumping of sweet scented powder. He cleaned his hands with a baby wipe. Next to a stack of tremendously thick pink diapers he spied a glass jar tied with a festive gold ribbon. Inside were red and green sparkly suppositories handmade by the leading lady of the north pole, Mrs. Klaus herself. “Oh, that’s a good idea. Mommy said you haven’t poopied on the potty in 3 days. So let’s just take care of it now.” Jack took a few of the large wax bullets and grabbed one of the pink diapers. He held Jax’s crossed ankles in one hand and pushed his knees to his chest. The movement spread his white-coated buttcheeks and exposed his puckered hole. Jax’s blue eyes popped wide in horror as he realized what his father was about to do. “Daddy! Daddy! No! I’m a big boy! Don’t wanna poopy diapee!” His paci fell from his lips in his renewed distress. He didn’t squirm or thrash around. Jack slipped the long, finger length bullets in one by one. He was glad his wife wasn’t in the room to see him do this out of order. Suppositories and enemas came before creams and powders. A veteran dad like him knew that well, but he was exhausted, brain fogged up from so much overtime. He ran on autopilot today. He didn’t think of suppositories until he reached for a new diaper and saw the jar. “Shh, champ. It’s okay. You’re still my big boy. You’ve been complaining about your tummy hurting for a couple of days now. This will make it all go away and you don’t have to worry about a thing.” He cooed as Jax sniffled miserably, ready to turn the waterworks on again. These were special suppositories. They didn’t cause cramping or pain. Quite the opposite; they numbed the muscles, taking away all the pain of constipation and sense of urgency. They also primed the insides for a massive, colon-cleansing bowel movement. Humans would love a medicine like this. Jax would forget all about his backside problems until he suddenly filled his diaper without warning. He wouldn’t know he had to go until the mess left his body and his diaper was poopy and stinky. “JJ’s gonna laugh at me.” Defeated tears trickled down Jax’s rosy cheeks. His daddy fastened the awful, thick diaper on him. He brought the front up and taped Jax in, sealing his doom. The thick, crinkly padding made Jax feel so small and helpless. He was just a big baby now. “Daddy will have a talk with her. If she does, she’ll get a red bottom, a punishment enema and no potty privileges for a week.” Jack unbuckled the safety strap. “Well, those pants are history. Sorry, slugger.” “Daddy! Everyone’s gonna see my diapee now!” Jax whined and fumbled for his paci. It lay next to his head on the padded changing mat. “I’m sure Mommy packed an extra dress in Jacky’s diaper bag-” “NO!” Jack cleaned his hands a final time with a wipe to remove the slippery suppository residue off his fingers. He laughed at how adorable and pouty his baby was. “Okay. No dress it is. You’ve been doing so well with you potty training. We really thought those feel when wet diapers would be enough.” Jax nursed his paci and whined at the enormous, puffy, and super crinkly diaper engulfing him. The pink abomination could handle gallons of urine and the most obscene of blowouts. Which he was headed for. He couldn’t feel it or sense it, but he knew the suppositories were already at work. He could smell it. The stench of ripe dirty diaper filled the room. Did he poopies already? He paused, kicking his legs. The heavy layer of rash cream made his cheeks slide together. Powder shifted, cool against his skin. It almost felt like he messed. His diaper crinkled and rustled loudly with each kick. He didn’t feel any poopy lumps. Jack threw the used, balled up diaper and wipes away, then scooped Jax up by the armpits and settled him on his hip. Jax looked about, paying attention to the room for the first time. He finally noticed Nikolas with the new baby. He didn’t like her at all, and didn’t want to give her a chance. Why should he? She called Nicky horrible names. She made him cry. He knew she’d call him the same names if she could. Jax glanced at Reila. Right now, as she sat in a putrid, stinky, shit filled diaper that stunk up the room, she smirked at him with contempt in her eyes. Reila might be forced to shit and piss her diapers, but at least she wasn’t a deformed cripple. That made her better than Nicky and Jax. Jax wanted to throw his pacifier at her smug head and wipe the smirk off her face. But the grownups were watching. So he smiled shyly behind his paci shield and waved at her. She stuck her tongue out. Jax promptly burst into tears. Startled, Jack automatically bounced his baby boy. “Precious, it’s okay. Shh.” He rained kisses all over Jax’s forehead, nose, and wet tear-streaked cheeks. “You’re all clean now. I know you don’t like this diaper, but it will keep you dry and protected. Today is such a big, special day. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything except having fun.” Jax sniffled and buried his head in his father’s shoulder. Jack continued gently bouncing him, kissing the top of his head and patting his gigantic thick diaper. “Daddy?” “What, sweetheart?” Jax just shook his head and sucked on his paci. The loving care mollified him. Getting smothered in affection and attention was one perk to being a baby. But Reila was so stupid, she’d never figure that out. He nuzzled his father and got another kiss on his head. “Daddy?” “Yes?” “The new baby stinks.” Jack laughed. “Oh, honey. She’s just a little baby like Rachie. It’s only natural for babies to poopy their diapers. She can’t help it. Neither can you. But it’s okay. Soon as you make a big poopy for Daddy, he’ll change you out of that yucky diapee right away.” Jax nodded and suckled his paci some more. The air was warm, but he didn’t like his bare legs and titanic diaper exposed. “Daddy. M’cold.” “There’s a blanky on the playpen.” Nikolas pointed to the adult sized playpen near a huge dollhouse across the room. A navy blue blanket was draped over the railing of the handmade wooden playpen. “You sure?” Jack asked Nik. “We have plenty. The missus loves to knit them for the babies.” “Thanks.” The navy blanket was hand knitted with thick, soft wool. Silver snowmen and snowflakes decorated the edges. Jack wrapped it around his baby. Jax sighed happily as his diaper was hidden. He stroked the blanket, luxuriating in the plush texture. “Blanky soft. Tank yew.” He smiled at Father Christmas. Nikolas gave him a gentle smile. Jack used the sleeve of his blue silk shirt to wipe away Jax’s remaining tears. “That’s my good baby. I think you’re just feeling overwhelmed right now. All that crying probably made you thirsty. Let’s get you a baba and find a quiet corner to settle down.” “Sippy cup! No baba! M’ big boy!” Jax scrunched his nose, determined to be as much of a big boy as he could. “Maybe. We’ll see.” Jack promised vaguely to stave off another melt down, but his tone made it clear it was an empty promise. The boy who leaked his way into big thirsty diapers was getting a bottle. Or breastfed, if Jack could find Jill. Jax nuzzled his puffy cheek into his daddy’s shoulder and nursed the rubber nipple filling his mouth. All that crying took a toll on him and left him drained and sleepy. The blanket made him feel safe and cozy in his daddy’s arms. Jack paused at the threshold. He looked at Nik over his shoulder. “Sorry about the intrusion. Hans said this was the only place set up for diaper changes. He did a beautiful job on the furniture. But he always does. It’s durable too. Our set has held up well even with all of our active babies. And all those diaper changes!” He laughed. “It’s nice to see Hans finally get a baby of his own.” His blue eyes twinkled at Reila, who glowered at him. “You didn’t intrude. In fact, you had perfect timing. Little Miss Stinky Butt here needed to see that. Hopefully she learned something.” Jack yawned to suppress a snort. “From what Emma Jean told me, good luck.”

Are we sure they didn't hit up the medical marijuana plant next door first? ?