Cute_Kitten

Practically anywhere and everywhere.

I prefer diapers, but I also like having a choice of where I go.

Thanks for sharing. White Lies- I remember that; I really enjoyed reading it, especially the beginning. It was well written and I'm glad to hear it may be continued.

Cameron quickly shook his head. Worry knotted in his stomach at the roguish glint in her eye. She was up to no good. He knew what she wanted, and he was never going back into that room. Not after what happened last time. He wanted to be a good boy, and he never wanted to see any pictures of Daddy ever again. He leaned into Lili, his chin on her shoulder, pushing her towards the nursery. “Dis way. We be gewd. We pway.” Lili took a few reluctant steps, dragging her feet like they were made of lead. “Sure, we’ll play. Do you think the maid forgot to shut the door after cleaning? Or maybe Beatrice left it open?” Cameron took a deep breath. “Lili. It doesn’t matter. We are not allowed in there. Let’s go. Please?” He spoke up in his big boy voice, slim body trembling. Lili turned to the nursery. “Oh, alright.” He rewarded her with a big smile. He clung to her hand and waddled in front of her like he couldn’t get into his nursery fast enough. Lili watched the swish of his bulky padding. She leaned forward, poking the ridiculously thick diaper bulge. “Squishy tushy.” She called out in a loud, sing-song. Cameron jumped, his cheeks pink. She smiled. Inside the nursery, she changed his diaper then he dragged his box of toy cars and dinosaurs out. Afternoons were his favorite time of day when Lili babysat him. He used to dread afternoons with Nanny Isabel. None of his nannies ever played with him, but Lili did. She got down on the floor. The dinosaurs drove the race cars until Mr. T-rex got hungry and started eating the cars. Ms. Triceratops didn’t like that, so she poked Mr. T-rex in the butt with her horns. But then her horns got stuck so they had to call an ambulance. On the way to the crib-hospital, a giant round ball-boulder bounced out of a dump truck, smashed the ambulance then rolled across the carpet and down the hall. “Oopsies!” Lili looked so genuinely chagrined that if Cameron didn’t know her, he’d have believed it was an accident. “Lili! We’re in big trouble!” His heart thumped in his chest, memories making his palms sweaty. He glanced fearfully at the open door. “Shh. It’s okay, baby. You stay right here and keep playing. You’re such a good boy. No one will be mad at you. It was an accident. I threw the ball too hard. My bad. But I’ll go get it. Two seconds. I promise. So you just hang tight, yeah? Time me.” Lili grinned. She popped a paci into his mouth and kissed his forehead. Before he could reply, she was gone. Nothing to do but sit and wait. Cameron nursed the big rubber nipple filling his mouth. The sucking motion soothed his anxiety. He pushed a few cars half heartedly. Lili should’ve been back by now. He sucked harder. The rhythmic sucking tempo increased along with his heart beat. His fresh diaper crinkled as he crawled after the cars. He was tired of being such a big baby. He should've stood up to her more. Been a big boy. He should’ve known she wouldn’t give up so easily. He puffed his cheeks out and shook his head to clear it of those thoughts. Liki was responsible for her own actions. She was the babysitter; he was just the baby. Would he always be just a diaper wearing baby? He knew he’d always be in diapers. Even some adults needed diapers. But they wore big boy diapers. He preferred his babyprints. Even if he could be a big boy, he’d still want his baby diapers. He plopped down with a crinkle and ripped open the poppers on his crotch. This diaper was pastel blue with happy cartoon fish on the front panel. Already, the heavy plastic backing had a greenish tinge from his yellow pe. He didn’t remember peeing; but then he rarely noticed when he peed. Maybe he could at least start checking his own diapers for when he needed changed. Start trying to be more of a big boy . Cameron touched the front of his diaper. The plastic was cool and inside the padding felt dry, his pee wicked away from his delicate skin. He must have peed soon after Lili had changed him, when they were playing. What was taking her so long? He didn’t hear any raised voices, so he knew she hadn’t been caught. It didn’t take that long to pick up a ball and come back. Unless she stopped to snoop. That thought turned his belly to cold lead. That’s exactly what she was doing. Anger followed on the heels of dread. She KNEW she was not allowed in there. But Lili didn’t care about rules, about what she should and shouldn’t do. She had no regard for propriety. Now she was going to get caught, get in trouble, get fired and he’d never ever see her again because she was a stupid, selfish shit. Angry tears trickled down his cheeks and his fingers curled into fists so tight his fingernails cut into his palms. He bit down on the pacifer’s nipple, crushing the rubber between his teeth. He glared at the empty doorway, seething and waiting. Minutes ticked by. He heard no approaching footsteps. Eventually, Lili appeared. Her face was pale, stricken. She’d walked so soft, so slow he’d never heard her. He pounced soon as he saw her. “Wiwi, how cowd yew-” He spat the pacifier out. “Lili! Do you ever stop to think of the consequences? Or do you just not care? If you get fired, we’ll never see each other again. Don’t you care at all? Do I mean so little to you? You’re my best friend. I thought I was yours.” She didn’t hear him, didn’t react. Didn’t notice his emotional state. She just stared, dead-eyed and blank faced. Slowly, she shuffled to him, zombie-like. She dropped to her knees, hitting the carpet with a thud, then hugged him to her. His face squished into her boobs; she buried her face in his hair. And cried. Lili, crying. Wild, fearless hellcat Liliana Renine, crying. Cameron would’ve said such a thing wasn’t possible. Yet here she was. The shock of it doused his anger. Maybe she really did have a reason for taking so long. He shouldn’t have been so quick to judge. Should’ve trusted her more. “Lili? What’s wrong?” His voice was so soft as he hugged her back. For the longest time, Lili didn’t respond. She sat still as a statue, clutching Cameron to her like she wanted to protect him from the world. Her tears ran down his hair, his face. Soft and compliant, he just lay in her arms like a baby dool. Waiting patiently. Finally, she pulled back, wiping her face then wiping his. She held him back at arms’ length and stared at him. He waited for her to say something. She stared some more, then suddenly crushed him to her and rocked him gently. “Hey, Cameron?” “Yeah?” “We’re in our last year of high school. You ever think about the future? About what comes next?” He scrunched his nose up in confusion. Bold, confident Lili never talked like this. She always knew what her next step was. As for him? Ms. Sweeney and Grandma Beatrice would decide. Babies didn’t worry about things like that. But big boys did. “I...I...don’t know.” No one had ever asked what he thought, what he wanted. “I...I’d like to be a big boy with you?” “Of course. Yeah. That’s a given, me and you. I could never leave you behind. You’re mine and I’m yours. But, what I mean is. Um.” Her mind tumbled over each other likes boulders in a rock slide. She cut herself off, took a deep breath to calm down, and started over. “What I mean. My point is sometimes life throws you a curveball. Something unexpected happens and your life shifts like crazy. Yeah? Like- like after the puppy incident with me and Prissy. I never expected to grow up in India. To work with tigers. Cameron had no idea where she was going with this. “Like when I met you.” He smiled softly at the memory. “Yeah, something like that.” Lili kissed the top of his head. “But not all changes are good. I mean. India and you were good. But the events before that weren’t good. Like. I mean. Bad situations happen. But good things can result, yeah?” He sat up in her lap with a loud crinkle. The tip of his nose touched hers. Her breath was a warm puff of air on his lips. He stared up at her. “Lili, what are you trying to tell me?” His big doe eyes skewered her. Her tongue played nervously with her snake bite piercings. Finally, she met his confused gaze. “Your grandma had papers from a lawyer on her desk. Court papers. Your father’s being released. He’s coming home. She also had a bunch of papers from some doctor- she’s sending you to some hospital. Bullshit about you needing more intensive treatment.” Her words struck Cameron like a sledgehammer breaking concrete. His world crumbled. All the progress he’d made vanished with those words. Old memories, old fears bubbled up, dragging him under. Ice filled his lungs. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. “Cameron? Baby?” Lili’s panicked voice came from far away. He couldn’t make out the words; babbled gibberish filled his ears, but he recognized her sound, her tone, even if he couldn’t make out what she was saying. He tried to cling to her, focus on her, but the fear and panic were too strong. His body was numb, limbs too heavy and wooden to move. His lungs wouldn’t work. His thoughts whirled and made the world spin. A strangled whimper croaked out of his throat, then he collapsed, unconscious, into Lili’s arms.

I'd be curious...but not curious enough to find out what happens enough to experiment and try it for myself. I like the idea of it though, and think it would make an excellent story. Especially with Halloween just around the bend.

True, Willnotwill. But it never hurts to wear just in case.

Depends upon fluid intake/ fluid output.

This.

Depending on the diaper. I can squeeze into a medium, but I'm usually a large. I generally order XL though because I like my diapers on the big side.

Thank you for commenting. Yuki was born physically male, but he's had bottom surgery so he's a girl down there. He hasn't had top surgery yet, so he doesn't have boobs yet.

The flashbacks seemed to come when he dropped his guard. Thinking about sex opened a door for those nightmare memories to flood his mind. Not thinking about sex, getting lost and drifting in physical stimulations, also opened up his mind for the monsters to attack. So he couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. He also had to make sure Ichiro thought he was enjoying this. Ichiro’s touch- his hands, his mouth- brought Yuki’s body to life. Every nerve danced in anticipation of where Ichiro would lick and stroke next. His breathing was ragged. He yearned for Ichiro to push more, take him higher, drive him to the edge of madness then plunge into the abyss. How could he control and fight both his past and his body? Maybe if he- Ichiro sucked on a prominent hip bone. Lightning sizzled Yuki’s nerves, fried his brain. He moaned, head lolling to one side. His fingers curled and uncurled in the soft, thick onikuma pelt. A warm, wet mouth clamped down on his other hip bone and sucked. Here, near the damaged nerves of his bad leg, he barely felt it. The area was numb; feeling had never returned to it. “That side’s a waste of time.” He mumbled in a passionate daze. Green eyes, pupils dilated with arousal, pinned him to the spot. “You’re beautiful. Every part of you, and I’m going to love every inch.” Yuki’s heart fluttered; his body tingled all over at Ichiro’s words. Ichiro made him feel loved and pretty, like it was okay to be a mess, to have parts that didn’t work right. A strangled little nise left his throat. He wasn’t garbage; he was a treasure. Ichiro looked at him like he was a diamond despite his flaws. His feelings overflowed. He opened his mouth to tell Ichiro all of this, but the emotions tangled in his throat. Ichiro’s soft smile told Yuki he already knew. He read it in Yuki’s eyes. That smile shifted to a dark smirk; Ichiro’s head lowered to hover over Yuki’s diaper area. His vagina was hairless; the hair had been permanently removed for diaper hygiene. Ichiro’s sandpaper tongue scraped over the soft, fleshy mound. The tip of his tongue dipped into the slit, rasping over sensitive insides. Yuki cried out, arching his back. His bad leg spasmed, inner thigh smacking into the side of Ichiro’s head. Fingers grabbed his knee, pinning the leg to the floor throughout the rest of the spasm. The rest of Yuki’s body shook with pleasure. Shooting stars from his crotch and Ichiro’s tongue exploded in his head. “Ah!” His pleasure was an incoherent shout, his brain mush. Electricity tingled along his nerves. His heart pounded. Ichiro pushed his knees further apart, so Yuki lay with his legs splayed, spreading his girly parts with inner depths exposed like an unfurled flower. Fingers dug into his knee caps, yanking his legs apart with brutal force. He heard his hip bones pop, but barely felt it after the blow to his spine. With the noise of bones popping out of their sockets, everything below his pelvis went from tingly novocaine numb to completely dead. Like his lower half had been chopped off. The rest of him floated in a haze of pain and terror. Yuki stared at his lower body. His splayed, noodle limp legs looked like they belonged to somebody else. A mouth lowered to his numb, girly mound. Teeth sank into smooth flesh. Blood welled. He felt no pain, but that only added to his horror. “CHOCOLATE SUSHI!” Tears streamed down Yuki’s cheeks. His heart pulsed in terror. Fear devoured physical pleasure. Memories swallowed him whole. Once more, he was back in that moment. Violated again. Only a small part of his conscious, curled at the back of his mind where the monsters usually slept, knew this wasn’t real. That part of him kept him tethered to reality enough to cry out. “Yukihime!” Yuki was only vaguely aware of tugs at his waist, thick padding engulfing him as Ichiro diapered him. Strong arms wrapped around him, gathered his limp body up against a warm wall of flesh. His cheek nestled against a curve of muscle thumping with a heartbeat. Ichiro cradled him like an infant, stroking his hair, rubbing his back, patting his diapered bottom as he rocked him and hummed softly. Yuki shook like a leaf in a gale. He disconnected from reliving the memory; only the small thread of a safeword kept him from completely drowning. He couldn’t quite grasp reality, mired in a limbo of fear. “Hush, little one. You’re safe. I’ve got you.” Ichiro’s words were garbled noise in his ears, but the loving tone of his voice soothed his terror frayed nerves. The press of Ichiro’s embrace reassured him. With Ichiro’s arms around him, no one could get to him. Hurt him. The pillowy bulk swaddling him meant no one could touch him down there. Yuki shivered in Ichiro’s arms, crying silently. Ichiro’s gentle ministrations never faltered. A rubber nipple slipped between his lips but he never sucked. He let the pacifier just sit in his mouth while he continued to weep. Fear, terror, adrenaline and desire all jumbled up together in a confused knot in his chest and leaked out of him in tears. As the nightmares faded back to the corners of his mind, coherent thought returned. His quivering died down to little trembles, but silent tears still trickled from his eyes. His warrior-like determination was a mauled, bloody heap at the fangs and claws of his memories. He’d lost. Failed again. Would this beast be with him, cursing him for all eternity? Pathetic. Disgusting. He was garbage. How could Ichiro love him? Ichiro who killed a rampaging onikuma armed only with his sword. And Yuki couldn’t even handle his past. Ichiro never had nightmares like Yuki did. No flashbacks during the day. Because he’d faced his opponent and won. Yuki lost just fighting the shadows of his opponent, the memories of what he’d been through. “Disgusting.” He mumbled into Ichiro’s chest. “It’s not fair.” “Little one?” Ichiro bent his head so he could better hear Yuki’s hoarse mumbles. Calloused fingers gingerly brushed Yuki’s tears away, but more continued to fall. “Pathetic, isn’t it? It’s Valentine’s Day, and I can’t even have s-sex with my fiance.” Yuki sat up with a crinkle, wiping at his eyes. Anger burned hot on coals of self-loathing. “That’s not important. What matters is-” “Yes, it is! I’m a mess and I hate it! I want to be normal. I try to control the monsters in my head, but it always ends the same to matter what I do.” Yuki put his hands on Ichiro’s forearms and pulled himself up onto his knees so he could look Ichiro in the eye. His bad leg crumpled, unable to support him. He fell onto the changing mat and the onikuma skin rug. Warmth flowed over his crotch as his bladder, now full of tea and dinner drinks, let loose. The dry padding of the fresh diaper wicked the pee away, making him feel like he’d never wet at all. Yuki screamed, a wordless, incoherent rage. The little bit of hope that had birthed his determination; the hope that lurked under his fear, anger, resentment and frustration snapped like a rubber band stretched too far. Churning emotions drowned out rational thought and erupted from him in screams. His tears dried; his fists pounded the cushiony vinyl mat in a fit of madness. Each scream tore at Ichiro’s heart. He watched helplessly as Yuki fell apart. He wanted to get inside Yuki’s head and vanquish those memories that tore at Yuki, just like he’d slain the onikuma. Killing the demon bear had been so much simpler. All he could do now was comfort and coddle Yuki. Ichiro stared quietly for several heart beats, letting Yuki vent and fall apart. Until Yuki turned his rage on himself. Grief consumed Yuki; he mourned what was stolen from him, what he’d never get back. He pulled his hair, raked his hands down his face, fingernails scratching the skin. In his distraught state, the physical pain was a caress, a release of his inner pain. Padded mittens slid over his thrashing hands. The foam was thick and stiff like a stale sponge cake; Yuki could barely bend his fingers. The outside was a heavy, slippery plastic. He could no longer make a fist. The plastic mittens bounced off the changing mat, his head, whatever he blindly hit. Physical exertion drained his emotions as the moments stretched on. His screams died down to strangled squeaks. His throat hurt. The pacifier was pushed into his mouth; he spat it back out. Another nipple pushed past his lips; the round rim of a bottle touched his skin. A sweet liquid dripped onto his tongue. Chocolate milk! He was absurdly fond of the gaijin treat. Operating on emotions and instinct, he latched onto the bottle and nursed. Chocolatey sweetness flowed over his tongue, soothing his raw throat. The treat was familiar to his taste buds, but only a distant, hazy memory in his mind. The only time he drank chocolate milk was during poison conditioning, in baby mode as his body processed high doses of Ikai poison. He nursed the bottle until he was sucking air. He still continued to nurse. Milk filled his belly, but the rest of him was empty. Drained. The monsters still lurked in his head, slumbering. Nothing changed, not even his feelings on the matter. Tonight was supposed to be a special night. Cathartic. Instead, he just ruined it. The empty bottle pulled away, breaking his suction with a pop. Hands lifted him up by the armpits, guiding him to Ichiro’s shoulder. His chin rested on a burp cloth, then Ichiro’s large hand rubbed and patted his back. Yuki had no will left to protest. Bubbles stirred in his belly from all the patting, worked their way up his chest then erupted in a series of burps. Drool dribbled down his chin onto the cloth. Wet warmth encased his crotch as he peed again, but the diaper immediately absorbed it. “Doesn’t that feel better, my little one?” Ichiro kissed Yuki’s cheek. His sandpaper tongue licked away dried tear tracks. He shifted Yuki so that he was cradled in Ichiro’s arms and curled up in his lap once more, cheek pressed over Ichiro’s heart. Yuki didn’t know what to say. He just looked up at Ichiro, broken and defeated. “Now it’s my turn to talk, and you’re going to listen.” Ichiro touched the tip of the pacifier nipple to Yuki’s pink bottom lip. Yuki obediently opened his mouth, accepting the pacifier. When Ichiro didn’t talk, Yuki started to suckle on the nipple. Ichiro kissed his forehead and wrapped a soft pink baby blanket around Yuki. Between the blanket and Ichiro’s warm chest, Yuki felt safe and war, hidden from the world. “Tonight was a disaster.” Yuki winced, curling into Ichiro’s chest. Ichiro rocked him and patted his padded bottom, diaper crinkling under his fingers. “It’s no one’s fault. We each did what we believed to be best at the time.” Then why did Ichiro sound so mad at himself? Yuki was the one who’d begged for it. He was the one who’d screwed up. He reached out of the blanket, snagging Ichiro’s hand with both mittens. He held the hand against his chest like a plushy. “Going forward, things will be different. I won’t push you. I won't let you push yourself.” Push him? Ichiro had been a stubborn mule Yuki had to drag along. Yuki snorted at that. Was Ichiro feeling guilty over rose petals and a fire? Yuki was the one who’d initiated the sexual touching. “The roses, the fire. They put ideas in your head. I don’t know what I was thinking. Hell, I wasn’t thinking. Not with my head, anyway.” Yuki’s eyes narrowed. Ichiro was trying to take responsibility for Yuki’s own actions. Yuki wasn’t just a helpless baby- he was also a big boy. A big girl. He’d stand for his own actions. His own stupidity. One padded mitten gently tapped Ichiro on the nose. Ichiro shook his head in surprise and smiled. “Fine. It really was no one’s fault. Better?” Yuki nodded his head; Ichiro kissed the thick padding encasing Yuki’s fingers. “So.” Ichiro chewed his bottom lip. His eyes gazed into the fire, lost in thought. Yuki nursed his pacifier, waiting for Ichiro to continue. He tried to bend his fingers, but the foam was too thick, too stiff. After his break down, he knew Ichiro wouldn’t take the mittens off for some time. His puffy diaper kept his legs spread apart; the mittens felt like miniature versions of his diaper. The thick padding between his legs and covering his hands made him feel helpless. Infantile. The feeling comforted him; a sanctuary from the world. Ichiro’s free hand raked through orange spikes, handsome face scrunched in frustration. “I can’t think of any diplomatic way to phrase this, so I’ll just say it.” Green eyes focused on Yuki, who recoiled under the frank gaze as if he’d been slapped. “Yukihime. In your flashbacks, do you see who hurt you? His face? His name?” Ichiro’s voice was gentle, a surgeon probing. Yuki’s heart stopped. Everyone knew the answers- everyone but him. He remembered in vivid detail every violation of that night. But the monster behind the actions, behind the pain, was a blank mask. His mind blocked it out. No one would tell him- not even Ichiro and Chika. Like they were afraid him knowing would break his fragile psyche. Yuki’s silence spoke for itself. Ichiro cuddled Yuki close, squishing him to his chest as if he’d protect him from the world. “Nothing at all? His eyes? Mouth? Anything?” Yuki shook his head, burrowing his face in Ichiro’s chest and covering his head with his mittens. “Little one.” Ichiro pulled his mittens away and pressed soft kisses to his temple. “You’re not as healed as you think you are. You’ve had more flashbacks tonight than you’ve had in a long time. Yet you still didn’t see his face. I know you don’t want to hear this, but you need more time. You’re just not ready.” There it was; the truth Yuki had fought so hard to deny. Just like insisting he was a boy when all he saw in the mirror was a baby girl. Each truth was a dagger thrust to his heart. He whimpered behind the pacifier. A shudder ran down his slim body, prompting a spurt of pee into his diaper. “I’m here for you, Yukihime. My pretty little one. We’ll take our time. Go slow. Just be my baby. Let me take care of you. We’ll make it alright.” Ichiro’s voice was a soothing balm. Life would never be alright. Yuki would carry those wounds in his heart, his psyche, for eternity. No matter how much he wanted to heal, to move forward, it wasn’t happening. He couldn’t force it- that much he’d learned tonight. All he could do was take comfort in Ichiro. In his diapers, in babyhood. Maybe that would be enough. The things Yuki had lost- his confidence, his trust in himself- were clearly not coming back son. Another ugly truth he didn’t want to face. He had no regrets about selling his virginity to save his sister. What he regretted, what he blamed himself for, was his bad judgement regarding the john. He never should’ve agreed to that man. Should’ve picked up on the bad vibes. Should’ve known what was going to happen, sense it even though he wasn’t clairvoyant. Yuki’s judgement of men hadn’t improved- he’d just been lucky with Ichiro. Ichiro was the one who’d sought him out. Given the Nakatomi’s high rank, Yuki had gone out of his way to avoid the yokai lord. Ichiro had been persistent until he wore Yuki down. After a few dates, he’d won Yuki over. Yuki didn’t have many prospects. Before Ichiro, the Soga clan elders had pressured his father to consent to an arranged marriage for Yuki with a distant cousin. A boy Yuki’s age with cold, hard eyes that regarded Yuki as if he was something smelly the boy had stepped in. Marry him, or marry gentle, attentive Ichiro? No contest there. But how did Yuki feel about Ichiro? The Soga clan saw a connection to the Nakatomi clan as a chance to restore their former glory. The Nakatomi were less than thrilled, caving into the whim of a bullheaded heir. Even now, some of the elders were probably planning to poison Yuki after the wedding, when he officially joined the Nakatomi house. Ichiro’s own Fae mother had died young. Yuki wondered if she’d been poisoned. Being a gaijin, she wouldn’t have had an immunity to Ikai poisons. That would explain Ichiro’s insistence on his poison conditioning. Yuki had fallen in love with Ichiro. That was a truth he couldn’t deny. Prince or pauper, he loved Ichiro. Yuki hadn’t been looking for love, hadn’t wanted it. Hell, he’d tried to avoid it. Maybe Chika was right- love was just something that happened. Sheer dumb luck. Being in Ichiro’s arms, being his baby, felt fright. So maybe Ichiro was right, too. Maybe he just needed more time to heal. Something that would just happen on its own. Or not. He couldn’t control that any more than he could control falling in love. Yuki’s tongue pushed the rubber nipple out of his mouth. “Ichiro?” He asked softly. “Yes, little one?” “I love you. From the bottom of my heart.” “I love you, too. From the bottom of my heart.” Ichiro bent down to kiss Yuki’s forehead then replaced the pacifier back in Yuki’s mouth. Yuki sucked on the nipple, snuggling into Ichiro. A large hand patted his diapered bottom, plastic rustling. Yuki wondered if he’d ever outgrow being a baby. Whatever happened, he’d face it with Ichiro at his side. With a love as deep as the sea, as enduring as the mountains.

ABU Lavendar for me

I like it.

I'm a fairly heavy sleeper. On vacation/ days off I usually go to bed between 12-1 am and wake up 7:30-8:30 am. During work week, I go to bed between 10-11 and wake up at 5.

The print is kinda cute, but there's other AB diapers I prefer. Plus it's a new company, so I'm a little wary, considering the pasts of a few other companies and how they've handled customers. This might end up being a nice company- time will tell. I usually wait 'til I read/ hear reviews from others before trying a new diaper/ new company myself.

Well...that certainly is a way to make their act stand out.

ABU has several diapers. The Little Paws come to mind.

Well, this is an interesting take! I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes. :)

The surprise is a big one but some readers might already see it coming. I've been working on the rough draft; there's only about 2 scenes left in the rough draft to complete, but there's still a lot more story for you guys to read. Updates have been a little slow since I've been focusing on finishing up the rough draft.

Oh yes, there's an exciting twist coming up.

I haven't put multiple boosters, but I've used a booster in a Rearz, an ABU, and a 24/7. I did get a lot of extended wear out of it.

By the time they finished their apple, the baby food cooled to room temperature. Lili kept the smelly bowl as far from her as possible, making ‘yuck’ faces while Cameron calmly ate. He giggled at her theatrical antics. Green mush escaped his lips, smeared on his cheeks, and splattered all over his bib and tray. He looked like an overgrown, messy toddler. Mashed vegetables smeared on his sippy cup. A few bites remained in the bowl, but after half an apple, he was full. The new rule was to tell Lili if something bothered him; and if he ate another bite, he feared he’d spew all over her. A hand covered his mouth, mush smearing onto his fingers. “I’m full. Sowwy. I...I can’t eat anymore.” His soft voice grew softer as he spoke, mumbling into his bib. Lili leaned forward, straining to hear. Before she could start to speak, his head popped up. He grinned with a wild, sudden idea. “I share!” His mush-coated fingers reached out to her. If Lili finished his snack, then no one would be mad over wasted food. That was Tyrese’s biggest pet peeve. Lili jerked her head back before their skulls cracked. She stared, surprised at an exuberant Cameron. “What?” He giggled at her stupefied expression. “Wiwi, twy some! I shawe!” He waved his green goop drenched hands. Lili scooted back, chair scraping on the linoleum. “No way!” His face fell; she felt like she’d kicked a puppy. His plump lower lip trembled. “Peese?” He pleaded with huge puppy dog eyes. His long, inky lashes blinked in a slow, flirty motion. Lili stayed far back, upper lip curled in disgust. Puke colored goop dripped from Cameron’s outstretched fingers. Her stomach churned. “No. Sorry, Cameron. That’s too gross. It looks like puke and smells like shit. I’m not eating it.” Her serious, stern tone slapped the playful begging off his face. Her heart crumpled along with his expression. Her rejection stung that fragile boy. She hadn’t been thinking. Stupid. Cameron never opened himself up. Never reached out or initiated any emotional connections. And the one time he plucked up enough courage to expose his vulnerable heart, she pushed him away. For what? Making him smile surely was worth a few seconds of nasty mush. Cameron dropped his eyes to his mush smeared tray. “Sowwy.” He mumbled. He’d just wanted to have some fun. She teased him all the time; he thought it’d be okay to tease her back. He hadn’t meant to upset her, but he’d somehow managed to screw up again. Bad boy. “No, baby. It’s okay. Cam-Cam? Look. See? I’ll try a bite.” Lili blurted. Cameron’s mush coated hand lowered to his tray; she ducked, catching his fingers in her mouth. She sucked the gooey gook off, her tongue licking his warm skin. Her face puckered at the taste; she wanted to spit the baby food out and gargle with bleach. Cameron’s eyes widened in surprise. Her tongue tickled his fingers. He smiled, biting his lower lip to hold back the giggles at her silly face. He didn't want to risk upsetting her again. Lili smiled back at him, her lips twisting around his fingers and mush squishing out of her mouth. Relief filled her. She blew a loud raspberry. The mush splattered on Cameron’s face, hair, highchair and floor. His startled giggle filled the vast, empty kitchen. “Lili! Dat’s not nice!” Cameron’s other mush covered hand brushed Lili’s face, smearing baby food over hier cheeks, nose, and chin. Lili stared in shock at the unexpected retaliation then laughed in delight. Maybe he wasn’t broken beyond repair after all. “Well, I was right. That crap is disgusting.” She scrunched her face up and stuck her tongue out. Cameron erupted in another fit of giggles. “It’s not that bad.” “You’re just better at tolerating shit than I am.” She stole a sip from his sippy cup to wash away the yucky aftertaste. He giggled; the sight reminded him of the first day he met her, when she joined him in the regression room. “What’s going on in here? The kitchen is a royal mess.” Tyrese loomed over them, big arms crossed. He frowned down at them. Lili smiled charmingly. “Sorry, sir. I got carried away feeding the baby.” Tyrese stared her down, waiting for her to continue, to say something more. Lili just blinked. “Your mess needs cleaned up.” He said pointedly. “.....Yes, sir.” Without further argument, Lili picked up the empty baby food bowl and carried it to the sink. She got a wet washcloth then cleaned her face, then Cameron’s face and hands, his highchair and the floor. Cameron watched it all quietly. He stuck his freshly washed thumb in his mouth, frowning at the soapy taste. Lili had too much soap on her rag. He sucked on his apple juice while defiant, rebellious Lili obeyed without a grumble. She could’ve argued cleaning wasn’t in her duties- that’s what the maids were for. None of his nannies ever cleaned up. “All done. Okay, Cam-Cam. Let’s go up to the nursery and play hide and seek.” Lili pulled the tray off his highchair, unbuckled the safety straps, and helped him down. She kept hold of his hand. “Tank yew.” He mumbled softly. He peeked up at her, looked down at his toes, then up at Tyrese, who stood back observing it all. Cameron started to waddle off to the nursery, but Lili tugged gently on his hand. “Hold on, baby. Just a quick diaper check. You were pretty soggy after school.” He held still while she popped a few snaps over his crotch to open up his jeans and his onesie. Her fingers poked at his diaper. Thick padding squished under the pressure. He didn’t blush or fidget, used to Lili checking him. “Yeah, you’re pretty wet. But you just ate, so you should be going poopies son. Your diaper will hold out until then.” He nodded while she resnapped his onesie and jeans. She led him out of the kitchen. As they passed Tyrese, Cameron smiled and waved to the big chef, who smiled and waved back. Lili paused at the top of the stairs. Cameron’s nursery was to the right while his grandmother’s room was down to the left. Whenever Beatrice wasn’t in her room, her door was firmly shut after the incident that got Nanny Isabel fired. Now it stood wide open. “That’s interesting, yeah? The Mapleton Ladies’ Society is meeting for afternoon tea. I overheard Grandma Jill talking to your grandma about it. Think Beatrice decided to stay home?” She glanced over her shoulder at Cameron and raised an eyebrow.

Ikr! It's off to a cringey start with that graphic. ? ETA: Just read it- it wasn't as bad I was expecting.