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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.

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?

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That sounds like a funny one.

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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.

Same here.

Very cute

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)

Fun, fast and to the padded point. I liked it! ?

I'm very happy people are still interested in the story. I've had some gnarly writer's block on this, but I'm hoping to get back to it soon, hopefully around Thanksgiving time.

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My favorite diapers: ABU Ultra/ Peekabus, ABU Little Pawz, Space, Lavender, etc. Rearz Diapers (Safari, Princess), and Dry 24/7s

Close to the holidays (like from August on) I just say "Christmas gifts. If this box is opened, I'm sending it right back." Keeps the curious away LOL. Other than that, it's "just personal stuff" or "It's either clothes or sex toys. Wanna open the box and find out?" No one's taken me up on that offer, though I did get a few disgusted looks. ?

There's always next year I got to go on a couple hay rides this year, but in previous years it didn't happen cuz life stuff. I'm glad you're enjoying the story! 'Loosing' a kid is always scary. Glad y ou found her. As FNF said, xie/xim are June's preferred, non-traditional pronouns.

I'm in the upper size of a medium- my average fit with diapers is between a medium and a large (damn hips lol), depending upon the diaper, but I always order XL because I like my diapers big.

The closest I get is being discretely diapered under my costume.

So, I couldn't let Halloween pass without updating my Halloween story. So Happy Halloween all you boils and ghouls! This isn't going to be a very long story; there's only a few updates left. It's mostly cheesy and tropey with not much plot. I didn't plan on writing a new story but someone on another site asked me if I was since the last few years I've written new Halloween stories. My plate's been rather full, especially with NanoWriMo around the corner, so of course my brain had to go "Challenge Accepted!" and this is the result. Out in the hall, Chloe linked her fingers with Liz’s and grinned when Liz didn’t pull away. The crinkle of her diaper echoed down the quiet, empty dorm hall as she did a giddy, awkward waddle-skip. The huge bulk of her diaper forced her thighs apart. She was in such high spirits, not even Liz’s scary-dangerous-and way too loud- motorcycle could phase her. Much. They lived in a small college town surrounded by suburbs that spread into county. It was sunny but cold and the wind cut through her cardigan. Still, she got to cling to Liz for dear life and bury her face in Liz’s leather coat, soaking up her body heat and the musky smell of men’s cologne. The parking lot was partially full. It was nothing more than a mostly flat field of dirt and grass. The bus for the Rainbow Alliance Club parked in the back, a rainbow flag hung from a window. Chloe couldn’t get off the motorcycle fast enough. Her inner legs were hot from the bike, but the rest of her was chilled from the rushing wind as they drove. For a moment, she almost wished she’d gone on the bus. She pulled off her helmet to find Liz smiling at her. “What?” Liz shook her head, smile growing. Chloe checked her curly pigtails in the motorcycle’s side mirror. They were just a little squished from the helmet; she fluffed them out then made sure she had nothing on her face. Liz was still smiling. “Tell me? What’s so funny?” Liz walked across the grass towards the entrance booth surrounded by a giant wooden cutout of a pumpkin. Chloe scrambled to catch up. Her diaper crinkled loud enough to garner curious glances from parents with small children as she passed. The sound gave away her diapered state, but she didn’t notice any of the odd looks. She was too focused on catching up to Liz with her long legs. “What’s so funny?” she repeated. She grabbed onto Liz’s arm with both of hers so the bigger girl couldn’t walk away again. “You were white as the ghost on your shirt when you took the helmet off. My bike still scares you after all this time. You looked like you were gonna pee yourself.” Liz grinned down at her. She was a tall girl; she had several inches on Chloe. Chloe blushed. “Nuh-uh. I wasn’t scared. Not at all. I always pee myself; that’s why I wear diapers. But I wasn’t scared.” That just made Liz’s grin grow. “Sure, sure.” “I wasn’t!” Chloe stomped her boot. “I believe you.” Chloe stuck her tongue out then waddled off in a make believe huff to get in line for tickets for the various farm activities. Upon sighting a familiar blue head, she spun on her heel and raced back to Liz’s side. Liz immediately noticed the expression on her face. “What’s wrong?” “I saw June in line.” Chloe hugged onto Liz’s arm again. Her feelings toward June had frozen ever since the day she’d overheard June saying adult babies were pedophiles and their diaper wearing was wrong because it was an insult to the disabled and incontinent. Their diaper wearing for fun made fun of those who needed diapers. June had never noticed Chloe’s diapered state. With all the noise and obvious bulk her diapers made, Chloe was often amazed how many people never realized she was diapered. Liz paid for the all-activities wristbands and put Chloe’s on for her. They stepped to the side so they weren’t blocking the path of families walking around. “So, what you wanna do first?” Chloe clung to Liz’s arm and gazed around. She felt like a little kid at Disneyland. Activity buzzed all around her. This was the farm’s busiest time of year. One large, open faced ten sold food and snacks. She could smell kettle corn, deep fried fair food, and apple and pumpkin baked goods. Another tent sold more food- homemade fudge and jams- along with goats milk soap, soy candles, and hand knitted goods like sweaters and blankets. The blankets looked so soft and cozy Chloe just wanted to wrap up in one against the autumn chill. The food smelled good; her tummy growled. The line wasn’t very long either since it was still early, not quite lunch. Chloe glanced past the tents, around the wide grassy fields. There was a chicken coop with chickens clucking and pecking at the dirt. Goats, pot bellied pigs, a few miniature horses, some miniature cows, and an alpaca milled around in a large pen where people could buy food to feed them. Small children and parents crowded around the pen; Chloe could barely see the animals. Further afield was the pumpkin patch where people picked their pumpkins right off the vine, followed by a small orchard for apple picking. Just down the hill from the animals were pony rides and a small blue barn. The Boo Barn was a Not-So-Haunted House for small kids and their families. Just up from the corn maze entrance was the line for the tractor-pulled hayrides. The lines for both were small. There were only adults in line for the hayride. Chloe squinted; those adults looked familiar. The blue haired one turned around and waved excitedly at Chloe. She weakly waved back then looked up at Liz. “Let’s get food? Before it gets real crowded?” “It does smell good. Hey, they got apple cider donuts!” A little while later, they came out of the food tent, still finishing off their steaming cups of apple cider made from apples grown right there on the farm. They munched on apple sweet donut holes rolled in cinnamon sugar. They’d already ate pumpkin donut holes with cream cheese frosting and drank orange hot chocolate. Small canvas bags for apple picking hung from Liz’s elbow. Chloe nibbled daintily like a proper, demure lady on one donut hole while Liz shoved two at a time into her mouth. Chloe glanced around but she didn’t spy June anywhere. Liz’s chewing filled her ear; she brushed crumbs off her shoulder and frowned up at her. “Close your mouth; you sound like a cow chewing on a cud.” Liz snorted but she obeyed. She still shoveled in two donuts at a time. “Hey.” She elbowed Chloe and slurped loudly on her cider. “There’s not much of a line, so let’s go on a hayride.” She strolled down the hill to get in line. Chloe crinkled along at her side. She didn’t notice her waddling grow more pronounced as her diaper grew wetter and swelled up.

? I already gave my take on that. If the author is unable to be contacted and is no longer active on the internet, then ...well...there is no way to get permission from them, and they're not around to get upset at having their work used. So the best action would be to make a note at the beginning of the story giving credit to the original author for the work they did.

This. I've had this happen several times- part of the reason I switched from super thin cloth-backed diapers that held like one wetting to thicker diapers like the Dry 24/7s.

I've never been to New York, but where I live I'd rather wear a diaper than deal with some of the scummy public toilets, and that's just going to the local malls lol. I can't imagine the nightmare that would be New York public toilets.

I love the detailed backgrounds, you've mastered perspective! I also love the old-fashioned baby carriage!

I like the decorate the diaper yourself idea, too. As Rusty also already mentioned, there's the skull and cross bones from Rearz or their all black Seduction diapers. They also have all purple diapers. Nice backgrounds for Halloween stickers.