Cute_Kitten

Ah, this update is much later than planned because life never goes as planned and I always underestimate how much time something will take. "Oh I can get this done super quick, won't take long!" Then it ends up taking 2-3 times as long as I think it would. 😅 But-finally- here it is! We've got 2-3 updates left before this story comes to a close! I've had a lot of fun writing this one and I hope people have been having as much fun reading it. ********************************************** “Geeze. This is so awkward. I feel like I’ve never breastfed before.” Sonja switched Reila from arm to arm like tossed baggage while she struggled with her sweater and nursing bra. Emma Jean gave her some helpful hints and instructions to help her get situated. Reila was helpless to stop her impending milky doom. In fact, a small part of her wanted it. Her stomach just wanted food and listening to the other babies feed started to make her impatient. Her body took over with a mind of its own, some hidden infantile instincts awakening. Confusion filled her at the sensations and feelings coursing through her traitorous body. She wanted nursies? What the fuck was wrong with her? Before she could think any further, one of Mommy’s boobs was shoved in her face. No way in hell was she doing this! She’d bite the demented bitch’s boobs! Even if she had no teethies yet, she could still pinch the nipple. She wanted a bottle and babyfood like a big girl! Reila glared up at Mommy, defiance on her scowling face. Her heart stopped. Mommy gazed down at her with tender affection as she guided REila’s head toward her waiting nipple. A drop of milk glistened on the cherry tip. Something raw and primal awakened in the core of her being. Rational thought shut off. The sweet scent filled her nostrils. Drool dribbled down her chin. She was pure infantile instinct as she took Mommy’s nipple into her mouth and sucked like she’d been doing it her entire life. Warm sweet breastmilk flooded her senses and made her taste buds come alive. Never had she tasted anything so divine, so filling and delicious. “Wow, you were really hungry. Poor baby. I had no idea.” With her free hand, Sonja lightly ran a fingertip down Reila’s button nose. A loud fart ripped through the room along with the overwhelming stench of a freshly shat diaper. None of the babies cried. All seven of them- Nicky and Jacky suckling from Az, Junior and Lynee nursing from Jill, Rachel and Jax suckling from Emma Jean, and Reila nursing from Sonja- contentedly drank, filling their bellies with milk. “Ah, I do so love the holidays when family comes together. Nursing all my babies is hard when I’m by myself.” Jill smiled down at Junior and Lynne with their slurpy suckles. “But I love it when they’re small like this. Nursing is great bonding time for a mom with her babies.” “This certainly makes me appreciate just having one baby. But Rachie is more trouble than all of yours combined. She certainly poops enough for six babies. Especially with all of her diaper explosions.” Emma Jean laughed. “Why do I feel like Reila is going to be the same?” Sonja kept her attention on her baby. All of the caregivers laughed as if at a fine joke. “Oh, I’m sure of it, dearie!” Emma Jean giggled. “They’re two peas in a pod!” Reila enjoyed the creamy milk so much that not even the mocking ring of Azrael’s laughter could bother her. She never felt her dry padding grow wet. Who cared? It’s not like she knew hot to potty like a big girl. Her diapey would keep her safe. She was snuggly warm in Mommy’s arms and love. Why would she want to ruin that by getting up to potty? A warm baby haze fueled by milk washed over her. Thinking was hard; it was so much better to just float along in her fuzzy feelings. Sonja didn’t get the joke but she laughed anyway. She enjoyed the camaraderie of the other females. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so accepted, so part of the group. Maybe communal breastfeeding did more than strengthen the bond between mommy and baby? She could never see herself nursing the other babies like Emma Jean and Azrael did, but she could get used to nursing her own baby around the others. And soon she’d be an actual member of the family! She admired the ring on her finger. Finally her heart’s desire- a real man and a helpmate. Hans accepted her baby as his own and wanted to be her daddy. Her old nightmare life in America had been so bitter. Now it was overflowing with sweetness. She got her prince charming and her happily ever after. And she’d keep them by being a good mommy and a good wife. She hoped she could pick up some pointers from Emma Jean and Jill. They knew what they were doing, had their act together. As a new mother, Sonja felt like she was all over the place. Maybe part of that was uprooting her life, assimilating into a new culture and language. It all felt so easy, almost supernatural. LIke it was meant to be. She giggled. “Oh, Riley-baby. We’re so lucky!” Finally Emma Jean noticed the increased stench in the room. “Who poopied now? It wasn’t Rachie or Jax depositing another load. Yet.” “It was Lynnie. Junior shouldn’t be too far behind.” Jill said. At that, Junior whined softly before letting out a series of farts. His diaper ballooned out with a mass of poopy lumps. Lynne farted again, her diaper visibly expanding as she added more mess to it. Neither one stopped nursing. Sonja’s words popped Reila’s content little bubble. Big girl thought came rushing back. Still she suckled, the stench of multiple messy diapers not bothering her. Lucky? Yeah, right! Cursed was more like it. With those words, Reila knew her mother was well and truly lost to her. Reila should have cried, broke down sobbing as the last embers of hope, of escape, turned to ash. She was beyond tears at this point. After meeting the grand poobah of the North Pole, the fat bearded bastard himself, she knew her fate was sealed. She was a baby. She was not potty trained; she needed her diapers. She didn’t have teeth; what did a nursing infant need teeth for? She was helpless; she needed her Mommy to survive. That cold truth terrified her more than Azrael looming over her with a pair of pliers, ready to pluck out her teeth. The events of the day had broken Reila down and stripped away her anger and denial. Primal fear was all she had left. Her unrelenting selfishness and anger at the world was a way to protect herself. Push people away and put up a wall so they could not hurt her. But now she needed Mommy. Needed family to care for her every need. She couldn’t take care of herself anymore. Hell, she could barely control her body. Reila looked up at Sonja. Her eyes were full of love. Right now, she was the center of Mommy’s world. It made her believe, even if only for a second, that they could have a happily ever after. The overwhelming desire to return that love, to have that deep mother-baby bond, birthed a stunning revelation in her brain. It was so obvious, so simple, Reila would have felt stupid if she wasn’t so stunned. Relationships were a two way street. To feel and be so close to someone, you had to be vulnerable. Let your walls down and open your heart. Normally she would have gagged at such sentimental garbage. Now, there was no normal in her world. It was destroyed. She was an eighteen year old infant suckling Mommy’s milk. For the first time in a long, long time, a sense of peace and safety filled her heart and soul while she filled her belly with milk from a warm breast. If being a baby was what it took to get this amazing sense of security and love then so be it. She was a big baby. Emotion swelled in her chest. Was this how Nicky felt as Az gazed down at him? She wanted to return that love. This was what she had secretly been yearning for deep down. How to show Mommy she loved her back? Reila’s lips parted in a wide gummy smile, milk dribbling down her chin, cheeks, and Mommy’s bare breast. “Princess.” Sonja cooed softly. “Now this is my favorite side of you. So sweet. I wish you were like this all the time. Azrael is so lucky with Nicky.” She wiped the spilled milk away with a pink burper cloth. “Each baby is special. They have their own personalities. My JJ is a hyperactive menace. Jax is a fuss-button, Lynnie is my girly girl, Junior is my dare devil and Jacky is my sweet, quiet one.” Jill said. She shifted her weight and Junior whined softly in protest as he finished suckling. Emma Jean paid equal attention to both Rachel and Jax. “We’re the lucky ones, Sonja. We got feisty baby girls to raise and turn into upstanding ladies anyone would be proud of. It’s certainly a challenge but the rewards are greater. Az has it easy, so she doesn’t get the chance to refine her parenting skills and grow.” Sonja smiled at that. Azrael snorted. “While you hens cluck and preen, I’m going to change Jacky. He just pooped again.” She stood up. Her long burgundy skirt swished with her movements. The black fur hem ghosted over the floor, her hooves clopping on the polished wood. Nicky and Jacky east lay over a shoulder covered with a burp cloth in case of spit up. She gently patted their back, burping them so they wouldn’t get sour stomachs later. Nicky’s green velvet skirt hid his enormous, soggy diaper but Jacky’s blue skirt flipped up. His monstrous diaper was on display, pink plastic discolored and sagging from the weight of urine and feces. Lumps prodded out from multiple messes, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. Jacky and Nicky burped at the same time. They looked at each other over Az’s shoulders and burst into giggles. Jacky’s feet wiggled but Nicky’s hung limp. Both took turns batting at the small bells on her horns. As Az walked past the other mommies and babies, Nickly leaned in and murmured to Jacky, his cheek resting on one of Az’s curling horns. “I called it. I saw it in the magic snowglobe. Just like Grandpa Klaus taught me! I knew there was some good in Reila. No one else saw it. But I did! And look! She’s accepting her fate! She can be redeemed. It wasn’t too late. Only Grandpa and Auntie Emma Jean believed me.” He pointed to Reila, who was too busy nursing to pay the girly boys any attention. Jacky nodded with a glance at Reila. He stuffed a fist in his mouth and slobbered all over it. “I believe you. I just don’t know how you saw it. Jax hates her. I told him how she called you a crippled tard. And you know how he feels about stuff like that.” His blue eyes danced with the promised retribution Jax planned for Reila. “Jacky!” Nicky gasped. “No. We need to let it go. She didn’t really mean it. She’s just all messed up and lashing out so she went after the most obvious insults. She wanted to hurt me so she wouldn’t feel her own hurt. Besides, Az already got her back. She pulled all her teeth out.” Jacky looked sad. “Do you think Reila is sorry? Well?” He prodded when Nicky didn’t answer. They were near the door now. “No.” Nicky said softly. Jacky nodded sharply to emphasize his point. He didn’t want to hurt Nicky any further so he dropped the issue. But the hurt Nicky tried to hide only increased Jacky’s dislike of Reila. Once Jax got started, there was no stopping him. And Jacky would help his brother if he could. No one picked on his best friend and got away with it! Jacky looked up and saw his mommy Jill watching him. “Bye Mommy! Wub yew! Gonna gets a clean diapey and we habbin a tea parties!” He blew her a kiss. Jill blew one back but the skeptical look never left her face. She always knew, could somehow sense, when her babies were up to something.

I've seen it used before as well. It does make for fun stories. This situation, specifically, would make for an interesting read. And an interesting writing challenge trying to handle such a...complex and emotionally charged...situation as a writer. The challenge of it kind of appeals to me as a writer. Then again, I once wrote a diapered Christmas story set in Nazi Germany (and of course the Nazis were the bad guys. Because they're Nazis and they were evil) from a writing challenge in a chat room. I was chatting with some fellow writers and we somehow got on the topic of handling sensitive/ difficult material. Such as "writing a Christmas story set during the Reich" would be a tough balancing act given that Christmas is usually all about family and warmth and love and hope etc, all those warm fuzzy feelings and ww2 is the total opposite, the Nazis show the depths of depravity humans can sink. It started off as a joke (haha Nazi christmas diaper story roflmao that's a stretch) and evolved into #challenge accepted and it ended up as the story of Gertrude and Magda. 🤷‍♀️ A lot of time and research-lots of research- went into that story. If I knew more details etc about the Israeili and Gaza conflict- including geography, cultures, religions, the nuanced politics etc- and if I had more free time I'd probably attempt a little short story.

I've never seen a plastic backed pull up either, but I like the idea! Maybe with some fun colors or cute prints? (ABDL companies, are you lurking for ideas?HINT HINT)😆

I just want to give my own experiences with the Dd chat. Granted I'm not on there much, but I've chatted with a lot of chill and fun people. The conversations can be random but I think that's just the nature of any general chatroom. Not everyone will enjoy a topic of conversation at all times, that's a given. Like if everyone is talking about football and I'm not a football fan I'll just go off and do something else while I wait for the flow of conversation to just naturally switch topics. Another alternative is to see if anyone wants to PM so then it's a more personalized chat and you'll have more influence on the topic of conversation. If anyone feels bullied etc...well as already stated but it bears repeating, screenshot it and send it to the mods. That way the mods have evidence to make a decision on. For example, They can decide "Yes this is clearly bullying" or "No, they just asked you to stop a behavior. That is not bullying". Etc.

19846 is my guess

Looks like you need a new chair.......maybe something more fun....

Damn, that's a shame. I really liked those diapers.

Ah, a shame. I really liked their Premium Nights because they were black. I'm glad so far Rearz still has their all purple Violet diapers.

Sorry to hear the Jeep crapped out on you, but I'm glad you now have a reliable vehicle!

Any time is a good time to wear diapers! (Well mostly. There's always going to be some exceptions). Who needs a yucky public bathroom when you can wear your very own portable one?

This could be a fun plot for a diaper story....just sayin'.....

There are definitely plenty of gay guys like Mikey said! If you're enjoying writing your story that's all that matters! There are other gay diaper stories on this site and some have been very popular. There are more hetero stories featuring diapered girls but that just means the world needs more diapered gay stories! There's room for everyone, it's not a limited amount of space for stories. I encourage you to keep writing!

It never hurts to experiment! I use the Northshore doublers since I mostly wear Northshore Megamax diapers, though they also work well with some Rearz diapers.

I like the Northshore Go Supreme pullups because for me they're the most absorbent pullup that I've tried, they come in black, and pullups are good for when I want to be discrete, protected, and have access to a toilet without needing to undo my diaper all the time.

You're well stocked and ready for any winter snowstorms!

Like Cruiser already said, putting holes or slits in the backing of the first diaper. I've never tried doubling my diaper, but I imagine all that extra bulk would be nice. I've used diaper boosters frequently and they do add some nice bulk and absorbency to a diaper.

I haven't worn a diaper because I've never been to a massage or chiropractic appointment, but I've worn to the dentist and to the doctor and many other places.

They sound like good diapers! Thin yet absorbent is great for those who need or want more protection yet are also concerned about discretion. Maybe this diaper is a good balance of both?

Now I want a set of mugs that say that LOL!!!!

I think as long as there's diapers in the story somewhere, readers here will like it.

I use a size 6 Rearz but I've been thinking of getting a larger one. I keep waffling on trying the size 10 but I think I will. Like others have said, it's all about finding that sweet spot. The size 6 is good but I"d like something a little bit larger.

I said this on the other thread, but I'm sorry to everyone this happened to and I hope they find other platforms that can/ will support them. Writing is/was either a main source of income or an additional source of income in these crazy inflation times. .

I'm sorry for all who are affected and I hope they're able to find more platforms to support them. I had a patreon several years ago and the revenue from that helped me pay for schoolbooks and tuition. Money from my full time job was barely enough for a roof over my head and food in my mouth. Many people the last few years have felt the bite of inflation. If you have a skill (whatever that skill is, be it writing stories, drawing, selling homemade candles or jewelry or baked goods or fixing cars on the side, etc) there's no problem monetizing that skill and offering a product (stories, drawings, candles, jewlery) or services (cleaning hosues, fix cars etc) for people who choose to buy it. I debuted my stories on patreon first then after a certain period of time posted them for free. Some other authors do this as well.

I'm hoping to have this story fully finished and up by Christmas. We're definitely nearing the end, probably a few posts left. I'm hoping to have an update sometime this week or the weekend, depending upon how my schedule goes and how much free time I have to get writing and editing work done.