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  1. I wear very thick cloth diapers. I am looking for the thickest disposable diaper available. I have diaper liners but they don't add that much padding. Who knows what the thickest disposable is?
  2. Cloth or disposable?

    Performance-wise, I think disposables are better. Also, disposables have much better designs in my opinion. But since I don't want to use too much money on diapers, I usually just wear cloth. After scavenging all over the internet though, I was able to find some pretty cute cloth diapers though lol. What about you? What do you prefer?

    I just received 2 samples, and tried the first one today. I don't know if ABU has made all their 2 tape products more improved, but from what I have tried these fit better, and absorb better. I wore it for 9.5hrs before leaking, and adjusted the tapes twice. I may have to give the cushies and SDKs another chance, but I really enjoy these!
  4. Most Durable?

    My wife and I do a lot of spanking play with diapers. As we have gotten more into spanking harder, we have become frustrated by the number of diapers that just sort of explode with a good paddling. Do any of you know of a (more inexpensive) diaper that holds up better to this kind of play? We use a thick wooden paddle with holes and swing sorta hard. We have used: Tena (normal), Tena super, abena L4, and a host of other off brand diapers
  5. Your perfect "stinky" scenario

    If you could be small again and diapered by anyone famous (doesn't have to be super famous) who would it be? Also, what would be a stinky diaper scenario that would be your favorite? Perhaps one where you poop in the diaper at the line of the super market? Or maybe you hide in the morning after waking up to a mess in your dide. Whats your perfect stinky dide situation and how would you want it to play out?
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  7. Hey everyone, I looked through the forum and couldn't find exactly what I needed, so I started a new topic. Below is a quick summary of my situation and what I am looking for, any help would be appreciated. Recently, my wife and I decided that I could give wearing around the house another shot. This is great news and I am incredibly lucky. In the past, I have probably been too excited to wear and I would buy the diapers that I love (Dry 24x7, Abena X-Plus, etc.). Being a DL, the loud/thick/absorbent disposables are my favorite. However, I want to be more respectful of my wife and compromise with her by finding something that is much more discrete than what I had been wearing. I think that I am looking for something that is both quiet (cloth backed?) and thinner than my previous choices, but still absorbent (it would be good to get at least 2 wettings in each diaper). Any advice? I am looking at the Abena Abri-Form 2 and the Seni Super Plus on XP right now, but not sure what others think from experience. Thanks for the help
  8. Mommy wets?

    I've always thought it would be exciting form of punishment to be restrained on the changing table with an unfolded diaper underneath while Mommy straddled me (reverse cowgirl) and wet my diaper for me. Then she would tape it up and put me down for a soggy diaper nap. I haven't seen this scenario played out really at all in stories or on websites. I'm curious if anyone has had an experience like this they are willing to share?
  9. Ellen's Visitor (Completed)

    Ellen's Visitor by DiaperScent and minachan16 James knocked on the door in three awkward bursts and stepped back a couple of steps, looking down at his shoes and shunning this dull, uneventful day. His mother had told him to visit every house on the block, and this was thankfully the last one. He always hated these stupid fundraisers. It was usually just grown-ups acting like they cared about whatever stupid fundraiser his school was putting on and he did it mainly out of sheer boredom. Summer was only a month away. Just one long month away, he thought. Ellen hadn't been expecting company. She put down her crossword puzzle and leisurely approached the door. "Hold your horses," she called out, unlocking the latch and opening the door, looking out and down at James, carrying some fundraising supplies and his own frowning face. "Well, hello there, how may I help you?" In a snap, James came back to reality, startled by the door's sudden burst of life and the figure standing in the door frame, "Oh, h-hi err hello miss, I'm doing a fundraiser for my uh school, would you want err I mean would you like to see?" James kicked himself mentally over the awkward introduction, but to his surprise, he found himself being ushered inside the house and into the kitchen. Along the way, James’s eyes wandered around all the strange trinkets and old family photos. It was exactly like his grandmother's house, thought it obviously did not feel so familiar. "Come in, come in," Ellen uttered, waving James along into the house towards the kitchen. "It's pretty warm today, what with summer coming. I bet you've been doing this all afternoon, haven't you? Why not have a snack and something to drink to refresh yourself?" she offered, fixing him a plate of cookies and a big glass of milk. "You can tell me all about your fundraiser while you do." After twenty minutes passed, it was almost impossible for James to get a word in. Ellen was almost conversing with herself, letting out many "ooos" with each flip of the page. He took the time to just enjoy the free food and milk, gazing around her kitchen some more, soaking in the kitschiness of the decor. All of a sudden, James felt a sensation he couldn't remember ever feeling before in his life, at least for many years - a surge of pee at the end of his bladder. Before he could process what was happening, he could feel it slowly coming out and spreading onto the front of his jeans. He could feel the weight of his heart hitting his stomach with immense force as a cold sweat burst out onto his brow. What… how, how could I have... Without much thought, James reacted as best as possible and tried moving a piece of paper of his groin to cover up the huge wet spot. The word echoed in his head and made me feel even worse; How on earth could I have peed my pants? There was little time to dwell on it though. He had to get over the how and think of a reason to leave without causing an awkward situation. "Is something the matter, hun?" Ellen said, noticing the boy blushing as she put the fundraising materials to the side. "What are you holding?" she said as she noticed the boy's blush grow and the paper slowly absorbing the wet spot around his jeans. "Oh dear!" she exclaimed, holding her hand over her chest in surprise as she rose from her seat. "Oh, sweetie, you should have told me if you had to go so badly. There there, it's okay, Ellie's gonna take good care of this little man." she smiled, sweeping him up off the chair into her arms. She was sure she caught the young boy off-guard, but from caring for her own grandchildren who had moved across the country a few years ago, she knew that when boys had their little accidents, the best thing that can be done is to give them lots of tender loving care so they don't feel so bad, and she knew exactly how to do that. "Come on, hun," she cooed to him, cradling as she went back to the door before making a sharp turn up the staircase. "Let's get you all cleaned up." James felt a certain shock go down his spine as Ihefelt her soft yet strong grip on him, holding him tight as she walked down the hallway. He was so scared he couldn't even bring himself to fight or plead. That was until Ellen started walking up the stairs. He tried grabbling a stair railing but found it being pulled back as Ellen shushed him and patted his back. "P- please ma'am, just let me g- go, pleaseeee!" James begged as she stopped in front of a foreboding bedroom door. He tried turning my head while she held him over her shoulder to see what she was doing, watching as she reached above the door frame for what he thought was a key. He could feel his face turning beet-red. Combined with the warmth of his accident, he had no idea what could possibly be happening. "Here we are," Ellen smiled as she put the key to the lock and opened the door that hadn't been opened for more than a few years. The first thing that hit James was the smell; an intoxicating and nostalgic aroma that hearkened him back to days he could only vaguely remember. It wasn't until the door opened that he could see what awaited him. "Let's go in and get you nice and clean," she cooed as she carried the boy in. His eyes were wide at the sight before him: a fully-stocked nursery. His eyes struggled to take in every last detail as he was carried over the threshold. In the corner, he could see a large white crib with sheets speckled with pictures of trains. The baby blue walls were decorated with large cutout hangings of baby blocks and Sesame Street characters. The nostalgic fragrance became immediately recognizable and stronger as he spotted the changing table, stocked underneath with many unopened packages of Pampers, Huggies, and the source of the telltale sent, Luvs, and they were all the same plastic-backed kinds that had been sold the last time he ever wore them. Up on the table was a pastel yellow plastic changing mat, several tubs of scented Pampers and Huggies baby wipes, bottles of Johnson's baby powder and lotion, and a full tube of Balmex diaper rash ointment. The table looked like it had been waiting all this time behind the door for a baby to be laid down upon it. "Here we are," Ellen announced as she laid the boy down atop the changing mat. It crinkled under his weight. James quickly realized he was the one the table had been waiting for him. Upon the slow feeling of being lowered onto the mat with Ellen’s hands on both of his hips, the fear and panic finally started to set in. This was literally the most embarrassed James had ever felt in his entire life. He tried to find words to say amongst his shaking. As he leaned his head up, he could see his shoes being swiftly untied and removed. "P-please d- don't do this,†his voice trembled. “I'm begging you m- ma'am." "Honey, we can't just leave you in your wet pants and I can't have you making any more accidents," Ellen chided James as she took his shoes off one by one and then his socks, tossing them in a nearby trash bin as she went for his shirt next. "Trust me, you'll feel so much better when you're clean and dry. Grandma's got lots of experience with little ones like you, and she'll do a real good job." She removed his shirt in one quick swoop, pulling up his arms and then doing the same with his jeans in the same firm swift pull, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. "Just you wait, hun, by the time we're done here you'll be smiling from ear to ear," and then off came the white garments stained yellow as his underplaces were exposed to the cool fragrant nursery air. She hummed as she held James down with one hand. Despite her age, James soon found out she was much stronger than she looked. Humming a nursery rhyme, she opened a tub of Pampers Baby Fresh wipes, and pulled out a handful. James shivered and suppressed any noise of surprise as she began to run the cool refreshing wipes all over his front and backside, making sure to get in all the little nooks and crannies his body held. When she was done, she ripped open a sealed mint-green and purple package of Luvs diapers. The scent escaped from the plastic wrapping strongly as James caught another whiff. This time, a small coo came out of his lips. "Oh my," Ellen noticed. "Does this little hun like that smell?" she said with a smile as she unfolded it and slid it under his bottom. "If you're a good boy, there will be more where these came from," she chuckled, reaching for the Johnson's Baby Powder, twisting the cap, and pouring a generous amount of the silky magical dust all over his diaper area before pulling up the front. James winced as he heard the plastic outer material crinkle as Barney's smiling face covered his most personal places. With a smile, she patted James's front and helped him off the table. "There you go, hun, now how about we get you into some nice warm jammies? You look like you could use a nap." A wave of emotions came over James that to Ellen, appeared pleasant, but to him were anything but. The sheer embarrassment and overwhelming babyish feeling that overcame him was like nothing Ihehad ever felt before. It felt as if there was a cloud around the lower portion of his body that only let in the slight sense of a hand supporting his bottom. As he was picked up, he could feel the soft yet wrinkled hand of Ellen on his back, her firm but frail grip giving him a sense of safety that he was trying to block out of his mind completely. He felt an even greater sense of impending doom when he saw his clothes tossed in the trash, the question circling around his head if he would ever see them again. He didn't see a clothing hamper anywhere and with the fear of what happens when boys misbehave also waving over his head, it shut off any willingness to kick and scream. "Such a good boy you are!" Ellen cooed as she went to the closet and pulled out the last thing James would have expected; a fuzzy baby blue sleeper with designs of brown teddy bears. She sauntered back over with the infantile piece of clothing, no doubt sparking the question in James's mind how she could possibly have such a babyish piece of clothing in a size large enough for him. "Okay, honey bunny, let's get your little feetsies and toesies all snug and warm," she said in a loving affectionate tone as she took James's left leg and slipped it inside the left footy. James was taken aback immediately at how snug and comfortable it was, sparking distant memories of his own days in such clothing before today. Then came the right leg. "Okay, sweetie, now upsy-daisy," she giggled lifting James's thick padded bottom up just enough to slip the rest of the sleeper underneath him. With a little more wiggling and giggling, he was all zipped up in his pretty new jammies. "Nice and comfy?" she asked, the question obviously rhetorical as she pulled out a big yellow pacifier and plopped it in his mouth before he could answer. "Now don't you worry about a thing. I'll call your momma and tell her you're just taking a bit of a break from the sun over here. You get a good nap and Miss Ellie will check on you when you wake up. Nightie nite, baby boy." For hours James felt himself soaking in a cold sweat, born from the embarrassment of the cloud-like diaper that was so tightly snug around his behind, trapping him in so many ways. He searched for a way to get it off, but in no way did he have any luck even getting at the sleeper, Its soft fur against his skin gave him the deepest red blush. Hours passed and he could feel the true nightmare on the horizon, the true fear of his situation; the need to use the bathroom. Why did it have to happen now? It couldn't have happened any other time? A time at least when he had a fair chance of escaping and possibly making it home in time to assert his independence and prove he wasn’t the baby Ellen had seemingly imprisoned him to be? The stomach pains only got worse. His voice became hoarse from trying to call out "Hello!?" or any plead that he needed to use the restroom. Any rational thought he had left assumed that Ellen couldn't hear him because of her age, but in no way did it help to ease his nerves. A sudden epiphany came over him finally, as with all of his weight, the thick diaper making it very difficult, he managed to stand up again. He was not going to make it. With butterflies in his stomach and well, other things, it was very difficult to reach the "mind over matter" status of what he was about to do. After just starting to push, with almost no effort, he could feel a weight bearing down heavily underneath him. Amongst it, he could feel himself peeing again as well. I can't believe that I just pooped in a diaper, the mere words in his head sent a chill down his spine almost worse than what happened next, James butted his head against a crib bar and instantly heard a clicking sound. He stood there, his head in a swirl of fire, not realizing one of the crib bars activated the latch. James quickly realized he had to get over this immense feeling of anger and with much diligence, he hopped down from the crib, making sure to land flat on his feet. I can't allow myself to feel stupider by allowing my mess to spread around, he thought with disgust as he waddled, by no choice of his own but for the diaper and sleeper, towards the nursery door. He cracked it open, barely being able to reach the doorknob. I hate being short, he raged to himself, but maybe, he thought, it could help him in his escape. In an unfamiliar house, and the fear of Ellen coming around the corner at any moment, he tiptoed downstairs into the first door he found, greeted by a large set of stairs. Into the darkness he waddled, step by step just knowing there had to be a back way out of the basement. He found no such thing, Instead, he was greeted with boxes among boxes of old unused things; some old couches and other furniture, stuffed animals and more family photos. James’s heart finally sank deeper than anything he could ever imagine when he started to hear the ceiling above from what sounded like footsteps and chatter. In a panic, he waddled to a large couch and crouched behind it, making sure not to allow his mess to spread; a task that would wear my knees out in very little time. "He's right upstairs, ladies," Ellen said, leading her two best friends Susan and Nancy upstairs to the nursery. "Now you two have to be quiet, no matter how cute he is. He needs his nap." They climbed the stairs as the three grandmothers chatted about their favorite kinds of diapers to use, the best ways to soothe a fussy charge, and so on. As they opened the door to the nursery there was a large gasp. Some clattering could be heard in the basement by James as the flurry of three pairs of footsteps made their way to the first floor. "Well, he couldn't have gotten far." "Susan, search up here. Nancy and I will look downstairs." James's heart skipped a beat as he curled in the fetal position behind the couch, wanting nothing more than to melt into it and be impossible to find, but fantasy gave way to logic as the two older ladies made their way down the rickety basement steps. He curled closer to the couch as they stopped at the bottom. "Ellen," Nancy said, making an exaggerated sniffing sound. "Ellen, do you smell what I do?" Ellen took a whiff as well and replied in a sweet and knowing voice. "Oh dear, I think our little mister ran away with a surprise for us." They let their noses lead the way as they searched the basement. It didn't take long until James looked right into the face of a woman who wasn't Ellen. This must be Nancy, he thought with fear as he backed away into Ellen's waiting arms. “There you are, Mr. Stinky Pants!" Ellen cooed as she lifted James up by his armpits, holding the back of his diaper against her nose and taking a heavy whiff of its contents. "Peeuuu! Someone needs a diapie change!" she announced as she cradled him like an infant up the staircase, one hand firmly planted on his warm seat, every step causing him to bounce against the palm of her hand and squish and smear his poopy mess all over the inside of his Luvs. "Let's get you back to the nursery and Nancy, Susan and I will take are of all that big yucky poopy in your pants." With every step, James could feel the poop run up against the backside of his diaper, making it stick to his rear end. He was positively humiliated as Nancy walked behind them, smiling at him the whole way and occasionally rubbing her nose against his – what James remembered his grandmother called "Eskimo kissesâ€. He thought it couldn't possibly get any worse. "Susan," Nancy called as they made it back to the ground floor. "We found the little stinker, and oh is he darling!" Susan rushed over and took James right out of Ellen's arms, swinging him around. "Oh, hims is just adorable! Yes hims is!" she cooed baby talk to him as James was again too shocked and surprised to speak. "And hims made a big uhoh for grandma! Oh dear, what a messy smelly baby boy you are! Mr. Stinky Pants made a lovey in his Luvs, didn't he? Yes hims did! We gotta get you cleaned up, yes we does!" "Now Susan, he's all of ours to take care of," Ellen chided her taking him back. "Of course, the first diaper change is always special for grandma, especially a big poopy one, so why don't we all do it together?" "Oh what a wonderful idea, Ellie!" Nancy clapped her hands together, taking James and holding him over her shoulder, patting his diaper firmly. "We'll change your boo boo pants with lots and lots of baby wipes and baby powder. Your grandmas are very, very good at changing poopy diapers, baby boy. You'll be cooing and giggling all over for us before you know it." "Then it's settled," Ellen announced with a grin. "Nancy, you'll undress him and take his Luvs off. Then I'll use the baby wipes and get him squeaky clean, then Susan, you can powder his little tush and put him in a new diaper!" With that, they climbed the stairs back to the nursery, Nancy squeezing and mashing his soft warm mess all over his bottom until they got inside the nursery, the powdery fragrance of the room blending with the odor of his ruined Luvs diaper into a scent that simultaneously intoxicated and repulsed James. "Okay, sweetie bee, let's get your diapie changed!" In an intense squirming maneuver, James managed to wriggle free of Nancy's grip and landed on both feet, the weight of his diaper swaying back and forth. He forced it out of thought, focusing only on escape as he quickly began to waddle to the door, hearing snickers and an "oh my" amongst the laughter behind him. With nothing but escape on his mind, he waddled down the steps and made a run for the front door, cracked open as though by divine providence that he be able to leave this cursed house once and for all. Feeling the sun’s rays upon his face, the sensation of freedom, he continued his quick stride across the front yard. Luck continued in his favor as he spotted a mail truck approach. He grinned as he knew what to do; I tell the mail man what had happened and he’ll give me a ride back home! Without much further thought, he quickly waddled up to the truck, but upon reaching the side of the vehicle, he was greeted by a heavy-set woman who wore a name tag that spelled "Melanie". "Um, m- Melanie I…" "Mel, how are you doing today?" James froze as he heard Ellen's amicable voice, sounding off as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about the situation outside her house. "Let me guess, bills, bills and more bills?" "We'll you'd win the million dollar prize," Melanie said, looking at James with a smile. "Is this little guy one of yours?" "You betcha," Ellen smiled, picking James up and popping a pacifier in his mouth before he could protest. "Little Mr. Stinker here doesn't want to get a diaper change. Thanks for blocking his escape," she said jokingly, but only James knew it wasn't a joke. Ellen kindly took the mail and carried James back inside. "C'mon, mister, let's leave Ellen's good friend Melanie to her work," she said, letting him know that she was not going to be on his side of things, and as the mail truck drove off. Inside, Ellen locked and latched the door, and with its click, it signaled the end of James's attempts at escape. The soft mess in his diaper had begun to cool and get slightly irritating as Ellen squeezed it going up the stairs. "You're gonna feel a lot better after we change you, hun." Feeling absolutely defeated, all James could do was to let out a long sigh through his pacifier as they made their way up the staircase to the nursery. At the top of the stairs, Ellen handed James off to Nancy, who cuddled the boy close in her soft gentle hands. "Time to get our little boy all clean and fresh," Nancy cooed as she carried him back into the nursery where Susan was also waiting. Knowing they had a squirmer on their hands, Nancy immediately strapped the table's built-in restraining belt around him as soon as she laid him down. It would make getting his sleeper off easy, but she didn't mind. She nuzzled her button nose against James's lovingly. "Hims is just gonna be so happy to get his diapie changed. Yes hims is!" she cooed as she slowly unzipped the sleeper. The aroma of warm mess wafted out from the inside of his one-piece pajamas as Nancy fanned her nose and winced. "Oh me oh my, hims a little stinky pants!" Nancy gently helped his arms and legs out of the sleeper, revealing the Size 6 luvs now turned light brown in the seat with a noticeable bulge. "Yep yep, hims needs a diapie change. Mr. Stinky Pants made a big poopie from his grammies. Yes hims did." James blushed, mortified, as Nancy slowly, as if to savor the moment of his defeat, peeled back the first tape. The ripping sound of the plastic adhesive tab rang out through the nursery like a chorus, announcing his first poopy diaper change in god knew how many years was happening for him. Nancy then moved to the second tab, removing that one even slower, wanting James to hear every sticky snap of his diaper being peeled off. James turned bright red as she slowly pulled down the front and the first traces of messy BM were revealed. "Oh hims made a big poopoo for his grammies!" Nancy squealed. "Oh yes, Grammy Ellie's gonna need a whole box of baby wipes to clean up this tushie. Ellie dear, he's all yours!" "Please," James started to whine. "Please don't change me!" "Mmm..." Ellen sounded, pretending to think about it. "But then what would your mother say about you coming home in a soiled diaper? We can't have that," she cooed, tickling James's tummy, not even giving the slightest notion of being able to smell the rich heavy odor wafting from between his legs. She knelt down under the changing table and came back up, producing a tub of scented Pampers baby wipes. “He so stinky! Yes hims is!" those words coming from Nancy and Susan gave his face the reddest color imaginable from Ellen she came back up from under the table now holding the wipes, a tool for the task she was about to take on, Deftly, Ellen grabbed James's ankles firmly, stronger than James thought she could grip them given the soft frail quality of her hands, but nonetheless James found his legs being lifted into the air and his muddy bottom being exposed to all three ladies to his complete humiliation. James looked up to see Ellen's fluffy grey hair silhouetted from the light on the ceiling above us. Turning his head to the side in utter shame and despair, he could could see Nancy making little claps with her palms already connected, to which he turned his head turned the opposite side to see a Big Bird decal, seeming to be laughing at him as much as the three ladies around him. The changing process started with the use of the Luvs to wipe off some of the excess poop from James’s bottom, something he couldn't even feel from the warmth of it all and how mammoth of a mess it was. Ellen began to hum a nursery rhyme as she popped open the tub and began to pull out wipe after wipe, laying them in a small pile next to the dirty diaper for easy access. She must have drawn out twenty wipes by the time she felt ready to tackle the mess on her hands. Gently, she took the first wipe and began to clean James off. He shuddered at the coldness and the embarrassment of watching Nancy and Susan fan their noses and make comments over his predicament. He winced as he heard the phrases "smelly baby" and "what a little stinker" come off their lips and roll into his ears. Each wipe made James wince as it would send a shock up his spine, his face still red as he turned his head from side to side with each wipe trying to hide how uncomfortable it was, and her humming only make me want to punch her that much more. Eventually, the coldness stopped affecting him as Ellen was practically bathing him in the wipes, making sure to get every nook and cranny and to clean any mess unnoticed at first glance, even turning him on his side to wipe a little off his back. By this point, James could clearly detect the scent of the baby wipes over any other diaper-related thing in the nursery. Ellen continued to wipe James down over and over again, making sure to be thorough and not to miss any nook or cranny in his diaper area. James just kept hoping for it to be over as she circled his bumhole with the final wipe before deeming the job complete. James winced like never before from the feeling of her finger nail in the circumference blanketed in a baby wipe, going through one last round to make sure nothing icky was still there, forcing him to hold back his tears of humiliation. A ray of hope kept him together though, shined through with the ""But then what would your mother say about you coming home in a soiled diaper?" giving James hope that this was the last round of babying. Maybe she just wanted to take care of me for a bit to relive her days as a grandmother and didn't want me to go home… messy, a word I struggled to even say out loud in my head.. "Upsy-daisy, cutie patootie," Ellen coaxed as she helped him lift his bottom up off the used Luvs so she could roll it up and dispose of it in the diaper genie. "Now that you're all clean, it's Susan's turn." Susan took over as she pinched James's bottom with a knowing smile, looking down with a sense of condescension at his glowing red face. "Okay, baby boy," she emphasized intentionally, seemingly more aware than Ellen and Nancy were of what they were doing to him. "Lets get you all nice and cozy in a fresh newdiapie." She held James down as he began to struggle, amused that he thought his ordeal was somehow over. "Now, now, no fussies," she cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice. "Baby be good and I'll even let you pick what kind of diapie you wear.†She began to rifle through the packages. "Baby want Pampers? Huggies? Luvies?" Ellen spoke up, having watched James as Susan was going through the diapers. "Susan, he blushed a little more when you came to the Luvs," James winced as he heard loud crinkling and the familiar sweet scent that tickled his nose just so. "Oh baby does wuv his Wuvies," Susan said, placing the fresh clean diaper under his bottom. James might have shown elation if he was doing this himself, but not as this was being done to him by these women. Susan smirked as she pulled back the crinkly white plastic and took out a large bottle of Johnson's Baby Powder. "Time for the magic fairy dust," she cooed as she turned the bottle upside down, sprinkling him generously until his entire diaper area was covered in the sweet-smelling snow. Humming a different nursery rhyme, she pulled the diaper up snug as James squirmed against the pressure of being taped into yet another diaper with the horrifying sensation he would be expected to use this one as well. He thought he was going to be released from the table when out came the baby lotion. Susan continued to hum as poured a large dollop into her hands and began to knead and massage it into James's chest, arms and legs. Feeling the lotion being applied made his stomach drop. The babyish smell made him blush such a deep red he wished for his face to disappear. Susan's humming only made him more furious. He could now feel the mixture of the baby powder and lotion meshing together in his bottom area, making the entire lower half of my body feel as soft as silk, the softest he could ever recall it feeling. He began to kick, overwhelmed by the softness of Susan's hands and the smell of the lotion. I'm not a baby, he kept telling himself as he struggled, desperate to let any of this make him feel happy in any way. Ellen smiled, knowing his inner battle was futile. After all, the moment he came into the house, Ellen knew this was exactly what he wanted. Feeling like the embarrassment was over, he was dismayed to see Susan begin to make a stupid flapping gesture with her lips, her knowing eyes looking down at his defenseless tummy. Please, no, he thought to myself, bracing for impact. "Hims smells so good!" Susan cooed in the same overly-sweet voice as her face hovered just a hair's breadth from James's tummy. He lay there, anticipating what was to come, before falling into a mess of involuntary giggles and laughter as Susan blew a big wet raspberry on his freshly moisturized skin. "Oh hims likes that!" Susan noticed, looking up at James with a devilish grin before going back in and doing it again and again. James squealed and squirmed, unable to contain himself as her warm breath hissed out over his bellybutton and the vibration of her full red lips sent tremors through every nerve ending they touched. "Oh hims a ticklish baby! Grammy Susan is going to remember this for sure!" With each blow against his tummy, his face and body deceived him in the worst way possible. Each raspberry sent him into fits of uncontrollable laughter, a dopey smile on his face and legs kicking that gave the appearance of happiness and joy but contradicted how he was actually feeling. Any amount of work he had put in to show his discomfort and anger was all for nothing, as he had just shown so much glee beyond his will. Ellen looked with gentle exasperation at Susan and pulled her away. "Now now, we don't want to get our baby boy too excited. He's all fresh and snug in his new diaper and has a big afternoon ahead of him." "That's right," Nancy chirped, unbuckling James and lifting him with ease into the air as she carried him to the closet to pick out a new outfit for him to wear. "Hims is gonna be his grammies' date to the book club where hims is gonna get to meet all of his grammies' friends. Oh hims is gonna be the center of attention. Evewyone's gonna love you, baby waby!" Upon being lifted, James couldn't even feel Nancy's hand on his bottom from the combination of the thick disposable diaper and the unbelievably silky smooth skin that was underneath it all. Again, it felt like a cloud was around his lower body, something he hated to admit would possibly make him happy if he was alone at home with all the time in the world to dispose of it. And yet, he cursed himself, unable to believe he was reaching this revelation. It didn't matter because what was happening needed to end. James needed to find a way out, but it seemed that the cottony prison around his butt was about to reach around his whole body as they approached the closet. Now, knowing they were on their way out the house into public, he knew whatever he was dressed in would surely only amplify his embarrassment and regressed state. Before James could realize what was going on, he was dressed in a dapper sailor suit made for someone his size with nice dress socks and shoes. "Oh, who's our handsome little boy?" Nancy continued to tease him, tireless in her efforts. "He certainly is a little gentleman," Ellen said, picking him up with one arm around his backside and one supporting his rear, carrying him over her shoulder downstairs. "Now let's get you buckled up in your car seat and it's off to the bookstore!†Again James felt as if he was bouncing on a cloud with each step taken down the stairs, his thickly powdered, lotioned and diapered rear bouncing off of Ellen's hand. The drive to the bookstore only made him more nervous and excited at the same time, a pit in his stomach forming at the thought of being in public wearing this ridiculous outfit and the idea of maybe, just maybe, finding an escape. The excitement of escape though didn't outweigh the nervous and gutsy feeling he had of being seen in his sailor suit, but he had to stay positive, looking out of the window from his car seat. With a sense of a hand slapping him in the face, he came back to reality when he felt the car stop and realized they were in the mall parking lot. Here we go, he thought after taking a huge gulp. The minivan door slid open loudly, announcing to James that they had arrived at the mall. At first, he thought he might be so lucky to walk through the store, being able to shuffle on his own feet and hide behind his captors as best he could. "Oh, hold on Nancy," Ellie told her as she began to unbuckle James. "I need to get the stroller ready." James felt his heart twinge with fear at the word "stroller". Turning around best he could, he could see some semblance of a large baby-blue stroller being unfolded and rolled over to his side of the van. With an impish smile, Nancy picked him up and patted his bottom as she sat him in the stroller, buckling it tight around him. "Oh hims did so good staying dry on the way to the mall. Now let’s go inside and you can meet all of your grammies' friends!" Upon being lowered into the stroller, James could feel the soft cushoiny material of the cashmere-like seat around and under him. At this point, he felt as if his whole body was in a cloud. All he could do was look down at his sailor overalls in complete disgust. Turning his head around, he could then see Nancy, the largest of the three ladies, lifting a huge diaper bag from the back of the car. James could spot Sesame Street designs and a bit of age to it. It had obviously been used years prior to today. For a moment amongst their chatter, James contemplated the idea of simply acting like a baby, to hide in plain sight. This thought only put in his head the idea of surrender however and he knew that it wouldn't work in making him feel any better. Instead, it would only anger him further. Reality then smacked him in the face as he felt the momentum of the stroller begin to push forward as the three ladies continued their conversation, glancing ahead at the mall, which for James, for the first time in his life, looked more like a video game boss’s castle, ominous and foreboding. Ellen looked at the thin watch around her wrist as they crossed the parking lot. "Oh dear, we got here a little too fast," she noted to Nancy and Susan. "The book club doesn't start for another half-hour." "That's okay," Susan replied. "I'm sure our little baby boy is very hungry after emptying himself out. Let's get him something yummy for his tummy!" In every moment of silence in their conversation, James felt the need to speak up, but the ladies’ chatter cut his voice short as they talked to each other about how much the mall had changed over the year. Finally, they seemed to have had their heart set on taking James to the Panera restaurant on the other side of the mall, being the closest place to eat near the bookstore. It wasn't fun or easy, but after so much baby talk and teasing, James was able to eat his meal. Ellen had bought him a kid's turkey sandwich with a side of macaroni and cheese and a candy cookie for dessert. “For being such a good boy,†Ellen made sure to mention to the cashier when they had ordered. During his meal, James made a pretty decent mess, so Nancy, his least favroite of the three, used a baby wipe to clean up the excess food that was on his face still. The wipe's cold feeling was a reminder of what exactly that cloud-like feeling around my butt was - something he worked hard to forget until just now. Ellen got him a small strawberry smoothie on their way out to the club meeting. James imagined this would be the last good thing for a while. He had no idea how right he was… ---- The sun had just set as Ellen carried James into the house, patting his diapered bottom. The little boy had had such a long day with Grandma Ellie and her friends at the book club. Nancy and Susan returned home as well, though they swore up and down they would be back first thing tomorrow to pick Ellen up for their gardening club. Ellen thought to bring James as well, but James was a perfect gentleman to all the ladies at the book club, who had fawned and coddled him relentlessly. So many turns of Grandma's friends feeding James and changing his wet and messy pampers had left him plumb tuckered out. The poor dear could use a break, and she had plans already made up for how he would be taken care of. She cooed sweetly to the boy in her arms as they walked silently up the stairs, but the bounce of his bottom in her arms as they went up the staircase, step by step, made James squirm slightly. "There there," Ellen cooed in a soft, impossibly gentle voice. "Grandma's gonna tuck you in nice and snug, baby boy. Then you can have lots of sweet dreams until morning." Opening the door as quietly as she could, she laid James on the changing table to remove his clothes. She checked his diaper with a quick lift of his front, light as a feather and not weighed down by his wettums in the slightest. Though this gave James rise as his eyes fluttered open. Ellen did hope he would be more cooperative in his drowsy state. "Shhhh," she hushed the boy as she lifted his shirt off over her head. "Grandma's just getting you into your jammies. It's night night time for all good baby boys, sweetie." In his incredible exhausted state, James felt no urge to resist, completely submissive to feeling Ellen's hands unlocking his diaper. He could feel a dying urge to fight but couldn't find it in him anymore. He simply lay their and listened to the tearing of the tabs and felt her gentle hands feel around to make sure he wasn't wet as he drifted off, mentally and physically exhausted from such a hellish day. He couldn't even process the bizarre circumstances for what they were, He only knew that his butt was tired from the extensive diapering over the past several hour. His bum wasn't used to that kind of extensive pampering. As Ellen put him in an embarrassingly adorable teddy bear-shaped sleeper she had been raving about the whole way home, James felt slightly less tired and slightly angrier for being put in yet another babyish outfit, but soon that fight died too, for the fur material lining the inside was as soft as velvet on every part of his skin and he couldn’t help but bet betrayed by his own body as a soft coo escaped from his lips. After being lowered into the crib, he felt a bit of a moist kiss on his forehead and a poke on his belly that make me want to yet again crawl in a hole in die. Yet, amongst this exhaustion, he knew this was the time he had to brainstorm of how he'd be awake in time and ready to break out of this crib. Now that he knew how easy it was to escape, he was sure that after getting enough sleep, he would wake up before the elderly lady and escape. James tried to ignore the circumstances for once and drift off with a sense of relief, knowing that soon he would be free… Poor James though was far more tired than he had given himself credit for. Even after the sun had begun to peek through the blinds of the nursery, the warmth peering through his windows only made his fuzzy bear sleeper all the more comfortable and soothing, keeping him in a deep sleep well past when he planned to wake up. His eyes did not begin to budge until he felt the soft, wrinkled, but firm hand of Ellen on his shoulder, gently nudging him from the land of lullabies. "Rise and shine, Mr. Sleepy Bear," Ellen whispered softly as James awoke. As his eyes opened, he quickly became fussy, as though he did not like the fact that he had to wake up. "Oh, I know sweetie, but I can't just let you sleep all day. Now come on, let's check your pampers." Ellen placed James on the table, securing him as she removed the sleeper and checked his diaper. Noticing it was a little wet, she decided to change him, wiping his little parts clean with a few scented baby wipes that she warmed in her hands so they weren't too cold so early in the day. Amongst being changed and through Ellen's banter to him, James felt a sense of frustration that the window of opportunity to try and escape had been missed and a sense of drowsiness from the premature awakening was felt. Ellen got another diaper, Huggies this time, and placed it under his bottom. Taking the baby powder next, she sprinkled it thoroughly on his diaper area in preparation for whatever he would end up doing in his diapers today. "Is someone getting his diaper changed? Oh yes, a fresh clean diaper is just what James likes the most. Yeah, he's gonna smell all nice and pretty for when his grammies go out for the day. Oh yes, what a good clean boy you are." Ellen tapped up the new diaper and patted his bottom to signal the change was over. "All right then, now, do you want to be Grandma's little helper and pick something to wear? We have to make sure you look so sweet and handsome for your babysitter." More embarrassing outfits, great, he thought with a grumpy look on his face. Ellen held out an adorable little sleeper, dark green with a tail just above the snapping bottom flap and a hood that had big felt teeth and beady eyes - a dinosaur sleeper! Holding it over James to size it up, even with his pouting face, she was sure this was the one. The babysitter was just going to eat him up looking like this. "Oh yes, oh yes, this will be absolutely perfect! Come on now, let's get you looking oh so sweet and adorable, hm?" She laid James back down on the changing table under the sleeper and put his arms and legs through the soft cottony sleeves, zipping him up nice and snug and pulling the hood over his head. "Ooooh, look at the scary wittle baby! He's just the cutest little T-Rex that ever was! Yes he is!" Ellen showered him with kisses all over his pudgy cheeks as she firmly wrapped one arm around his back, holding him close and supporting his bottom with her free hand as she hauled James downstairs for breakfast. "Oooh, and I bet my little dinosaur is a hungwy dinosaur! We gotta feed him an ummy-nummy breakfast or else he's gonna start to roar!†James shrugged and felt his teeth clenching tighter with each "rawr" mentioning or every replacing of a "r" with a "w" as she cooed to him. The worst part of it was he could truly feel how cashmere-soft the inside on the sleeper was, juxtaposing the anger and frustration he felt inside with the situation. It was all he could do to not let the soft comfort of the sleeper break down his guard. He shuddered, hoping there would be no recreation of the nightmare that happened yesterday. I swear if I see that mail truck lady again... but the worst part wasn't even over with that; it was what happened at the book club. Just the thought of it made him feel physically ill with shame and horror. Just then the doorbell rang. Ellen was a little perturbed, having wanted to feed James before the babysitter arrived, but she was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Nancy and Susan, decked out from head to toe in gardening gear, with thick rubber gloves and big floppy visors to protect from the sun. "Oh, Ellen, are we too early?" Nancy said, as Ellen welcomed them in. "You're right on time," Ellen noted as she shifted James's weight in her arms. "James, sweetie, can you say good morning to Grandma Nancy and Grandma Susan?" "Well hello, baby boy," Susan said, pinching hischeeks. "Off to destroy Tokyo this morning are we, or just your diapies?" she teased James relentlessly. "Say hello, James," Ellen asked of him again. "I'm sorry, ladies. He's just the fussiest today. I hope he isn't too much of a handful for Mayra." "That's right," Nancy said, looking at James squarely. "Our little man needs to be on his best behavior today. Grammies are going to Grandma Susan's house to help with her with her backyard garden and hims has to be a perfect little gentleman for his babysitter." Ellen craned her neck over Susan and Nancy, as she saw a wine-red minivan pulling up the drive. "Oh, and would you look who it is? Come on, let's go and greet her." Ellen again shifted James's weight in her arms as they made their way out of the house. She smiled a little as she watched James hide himself against her shoulder like the shy little boy he was. The book club had not been easy on him, but she wasn't going to relent. James had to get used to being fawned over and coddled and spoiled. She was certain that with enough time and encouragement, James would be a happy, smiling baby boy for all his grammies and all their visitors. "Hi, Mayra, thank you for coming on such short notice," Ellen told the woman, a tall Latina woman with her slightly graying hair tied in a bun, dressed in a blue blouse with a white lightweight knitted vest and tan shorts maybe 10 years her junior as she got out of the car. "Come on, baby boy," Ellen encouraged James. "Say hi to Mayra. She's going to be taking care of you today." Why can't it stop? James screamed internally. He had almost somewhat in the tiniest fraction of a percentage gotten used to the annoying babying by Ellen, Nancy and Susan, thinking that was the extent of it, but now yet another face would see him in this state. James began to panic, more from anger than anything else. With a last wind of force, he managed to catch Ellen off guard as he wiggled free, managing to land on his feet and not on his diaper, making off slowly towards the sidewalk away from the ladies. That was, until he witnessed something that nearly made him wet his diaper yet again. A few yards ahead, were a large congregation of kids James’s age whom he very specially recognized, talking to each other amongst walking towards the bus stop. James felt a cold sweat come upon him. In the shortest time frame possible, endless thoughts went through his mind of them teasing him relentlessly, all of his crushes finding out, teachers making offhanded references and on and on. It felt so painful to have to turn around from his pathway to freedom, but his pride, battered as it was, left him no choice. James turned around to see the ladies looking at him before deciding to make a run back towards the house, nuzzling his way in through the cracked-open front door before dashing under the coffee table in Ellen's living room. When no one came for him, he began to get antsy, deciding to get on the couch and peek one eye through the curtains of the nearest window. The lady, whose name James had forgotten nor cared about, was smiling and chatting with all three of the ladies. She looked like she wasn’t from here, but talked with ease to them. James quickly found himself giving extra attention to the lady of tan complexion, her hair in a bun gave him scared thoughts and a first impression of her being mean and stern, something he had taken for granted of Ellen and her friends not being. Finally seeing them slowly separate from one another, James jumped and looked for another spot to hide. With luck, maybe this lady would forget to lock the door out of the distraction of finding him. He had to be on his game now. The babysitter, Mayra, waved goodbye to Ellen and the ladies as they pulled out of the driveway. Closing the door, but not locking it, Mayra stepped into the living room. As she looked around, the big green tail sticking out from behind the credenza foiled whatever hiding James was trying to do. Certain that he wasn't going to be going anywhere like that, Mayra went to the kitchen and helped herself to a cup of coffee as she sat down at the kitchen table and watched James intently. She knew very well he could stay there for long, but she decided she would wait until he realized it. It wasn't long, as she was about halfway through her coffee when the little tail began to sway as James ducked out into the open. He looked shell-shocked, as though he had expected that as soon as she closed the door he would be bombarded with affection and attention. Mayra knew that some of the boys Ellen watched relished in that kind of behavior, but James was one of those who still valued his independence and clung to his freedom like the ladies expected him to cling to a baby blanket - for dear life and no matter how little hope there was. These boys couldn't just be willed into enjoying being a baby again. Conditioning was required, and that's why Ellen always hired Mayra for cases like James, because she knew like no other how to get the most stubborn boys to come out of their shell. James stared into Mayra's olive complexion and subtle wrinkled features as she drank her coffee peacefully, reading through the list Ellen handed her outside. It wasn't until she glanced over at him that he almost fell onto his butt out of shock. S- she knew I was here this whole time? I thought in misery. James looked away and tried to crawl behind the couch, but couldn't manage to fit between the space. Ignoring her words of welcome, James frantically knew he had to get away from her, lest she pick him up, so that the same torture would ensure again and again. After thirty seconds passed, scotching further back thinking he was out of sight, James saw her stand up and walk towards him and kneel down on his level. Before she could speak, he made a desperate dash, waddling in his dino suit towards the basement again. Oh great, awesome memories down here, he thought. To his shock, he didn't feel or sense footsteps behind him. Still, James struggled to make my way down the stairs at a quick pace, feeling weighed down by the annoying bulkiness of the diaper and dinosaur tail of this stupid outfit Grandma... Ellen dressed him in.
  10. Of one mind

    This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance of the characters to any real person living or dead is coincidental, and unintentional, characters in it derive pleasure from wearing and using nappies, if you don't like such things don't read it! It was dark, I couldn't see, there was commotion all around me, I started to cry, I could feel the air being expelled through my vocal chords but had no control over it, had I succeeded? was my mind now in the infant I had targeted? If so it would explain a lot, my body must have dropped dead, that would cause a lot of commotion, and my mind must now be in that little baby I had set as the target only moments ago, I had finally done it, immortality, of a sort at least, when I grow up again I would need to do some more research to see just how young the recipient can be, well for now id simply have to wait, develop some sort of influence over my new body and get these infantile instincts under some sort of control, though I guess not too much control, I wouldn't want anyone finding out that their baby girl had been replaced by a crazy 50 yo male scientist! So I waited, lurking at the back of the infantile conciousness as it developed over the next two years, I learned that until the conciousness became more mature I would only have limited control, I could persuade it not to cry by reassuring it, if I triggered the right nerve impulses I was even capable of controlling the body to a limited extent, it was very hard, like learning how to do everything all over again, by the time the child was about 2.5 years old I had managed the basics like walking, albeit not very well, the child's conciousness was much better at it than I was, I could also move arms, eat and breathe and suck on a bottle, but again the infant was better at it, it was also beginning to become aware of me, this was the first step in our merging into a single conciousness. The reason I had developed this technology was because I had always fantasised about being a baby again, you see I like to wear nappies, but I could never undo my potty training, and a chance at a do over was too much to pass up, so I developed my conciousness transplanter, thanks to miniaturisation all I needed to do was touch the forehead of the infant I wanted to transfer my conciousness into, all the hard work had already been done in the lab, persuading a mother to let you touch their baby isn't easy, but if you trip and fall touching the infants head as you do then your body collapses dead as the conciousness is no longer there, nobody suspects a thing, all the circuits in the device fuse once used so there is nothing but a fried very small metal device the size of a pea on my right index finger, no evidence! As it turns out its not so easy to learn to master a new body, after 2 years the best I could do was persuade the infantile conciousness what to do, and take over, so long as all I wanted to do was something simple, though I was still confident that eventually we would merge into one single conciousness. Anita filled her nappy, this was not all that uncommon for a toddler, her parents hadn't tried to potty train her yet, I felt the toddlers mind starting to get upset, and calmed it, after all it didn't hurt, and in fact her insides felt better, she calmed down a bit and continued to play, tantrum averted, now I took over and made her sit down on her messy bottom, I enjoyed the feeling as the mess squished across my bottom and between my legs, she felt it too, and my enjoyment of it, I let go and she put her hands to her nappy enjoying the feeling just as much as me, we where starting to think the same thoughts, this wasn't the first time I had done this, to start with it was all I could do to keep her from screaming whenever she was wet or messy, and to start with I failed more often than not, but now she was beginning to enjoy her nappies, which was key as I knew it wouldn't be long before her parents started potty training, and intended to make sure they failed, totally. I was right a month down the line Anita's parents brought up the subject of potty training, I had kept Anita from saying anything when she was wet or messy till now, but her mind was growing stronger all the time and she had an insatiable desire to please her parents and to tell them every little achievement. so it was that I found myself sat on the toilet with a training seat, we didn't resist much, though we both longed to be back in nappies, there where certain fights we couldn't win, I knew that, and Anita accepted it, she trusted me, I had done nothing that hurt, in fact all I had done was make her feel nice things. so we sat there, after some time of feeling bored she needed to pee so she did, her parents where ecstatic, they praised her and told her to tell them when she needed to do it again, then it was back into pull-ups, we where both kinda sad they weren't nappies but they felt similar at least. Every time she needed to pee or poop, I reminded her that she needed to just let go and not try to control it, that way we would get our nappies back, and she did, every time her pull-up was wet or messy she would play with it enjoying the nice squishy feelings around her before going and telling her parents that she was wet or messy, showing no signs of being aware of when she was going to pee or poop worked a treat, her parents soon gave up and put her back in nappies much to our satisfaction. This continued on and off for the next 2 years, a few months of attempted toilet training followed by giving up and going back to increasingly larger nappies as our body grew, when she was 4.5 and was due to go into school in a few months time things finally came to a head, we where taken to the paediatrician who advised a firmer approach be taken. We threw a proper tantrum when our parents first told us that we had to use the toilet or potty and that all the nappies would be thrown away, the war had begun. We where put into panties and taken to the toilet every half hour or so, we would sit there patiently until we where told we could go, if we needed to pee or poop we wouldn't fight it, it didn't matter if we where on the toilet or in nappies or panties, whenever the urge struck. We where scolded constantly every time we went in our panties, it didn't feel too nice either, it got cold quickly and ran down our legs making them cold too, we where praised every time we went in the toilet, and part of us wanted to try and please our parents more and try to stop going in our panties, but we knew that if we did that we would never get our nappies back. It was a horrible 8 months, to start with it was at home, but then we started going to school, we where constantly sent home for making a mess, and every time we would get scolded, there where also the visits to the paediatrician, they ran all sorts of tests but could find nothing wrong, apart from the fact that we where clearly miserable about the whole affair, we spoke less and less, Anita even became withdrawn mentally, I had to take over sometimes, thankfully I had learnt how to talk and walk etc. but eventually my parents relented, I was put back in nappies. Being back in nappies immediately made Anita much happier, and she took full control thanking her parents and telling them how much she liked being back in nappies and how nice they felt, I thought the cat was out of the bag then since she had said it at the paediatricians, we where sent off happily skipping and crinkling back to the car, our nappy showing clearly under our skirt as we carelessly bounced through the waiting room, back to the car and climbed in, she deliberately tensed trying to fill her nappy, but without success, I managed to regain a little control and told her that she shouldn't have said that with the paediatrician there, but that it would probably be ok, she slumped a little, realising that what i said was true, as she relaxed she wet her nappy for the first time in 8 months we enjoyed the warm feeling spreading through the nappy and put our hands on the front of it and rubbed gently enjoying the feeling. A few minutes later our parents came out and got in the car and we all went home. When we got home we got carried into the house, and sat on the sofa for a talk, we knew then that trouble was brewing. "Well if you relay do like nappies you certainly don't seem to be able to, or want to, use the toilet, I cant tell which and neither can the doctor so your Daddy and I have decided, in consultation with your doctor, that if we cant train you to use the toilet then you will have to learn to change your own nappies, perhaps when you learn how much effort it is you will just learn to use the toilet like a good little girl." No scolding? We where kinda surprised, this wasn't so bad, I had changed my nappies many times before, it wasn't that hard, but that was with an adult body, we soon found that it wasn't that easy as a 5 year old! "I can do it easily!" We said with that brazen confidence of a child. "Oh can you now? Well if that's the case show me, here is a nappy and some wipes, powder and cream, your only a bit wet, this should be easy for you!" Mummy stepped back from the changing mat she had laid out on the floor with all the changing supplies beside it and watched as we excitedly hopped up from the sofa and went over and lay on the changing mat, then we got up again taking of my skirt and shoes and socks and top until we stood there completely naked except for the nappy, and we lay back down, we couldn't easily see the nappy while lining down so we sat up, taking off the tapes wasn't that hard, even with little fingers, we stood up again leaving the nappy on the mat, it wasn't very wet so we simply moved it to the side and got the clean nappy that we had been instructed to put on, sitting down we carefully unfolded it, looking at it I spotted a label that said back at one end we said "that bit says back" as we put it down and carefully sat on it. "Well done so far so good" Mummy said "But you forgot to wipe, if your nappy was messy you couldn't get away without wiping" so we got the wipes packet but opening it proved more than our fingers could manage, "I cant open it" we said instinctively handing it to Mummy. "Hmmm we will have to find some easier way of storing the wipes so you can manage on your own later but for now ill open it for you." There was a pop as the lid un-clicked from its mounting on the packet of wipes, we grabbed hold of the one sticking out and pulled, a string of wipes all attached together came out, Mummy and Daddy both laughed at this, but we where far too busy to notice much as we set about pulling the string of wipes apart, shortly we had a small pile of wipes and one in our hand and I set about cleaning my nappy area, it wasn't a particularly hard task as there wasn't really anything to wipe off but mummy seemed satisfied as I put the used wipes on the used nappy and sat back down on the new one. Forgetting to check that it was the right way round I pulled it up between my legs only to discover it was the wrong way round when I couldn't find the tapes, I pulled it out to turn it round and wet myself right there on the mat in front of Mummy and Daddy, and burst into tears. I couldn't control it, I couldn't even console the child, we had been concentrating so hard on the task we had become of one mind, we separated slightly again now as mummy consoled us, cleaned us up and put a clean nappy on far more quickly and efficiently than we could have. "Looks like you are going to need some practice, don't worry Mummy and Daddy will help you, at least you seem to be willing" As the months passed we slowly got better at changing our nappy, with Mummy and Daddies help, we always came home from school at lunch time for a nappy change but life got better, the other children teased us a bit, but we didn't really care, they didn't know how nice nappies feel, especially when they are really wet and messy. After several months I had mastered the art of changing myself, so long as it was just wet, Mummy or Daddy still had to help if I was messy, there was no longer the old scientist and Anita, I was just me, I knew everything the old man knew and he was still there and Anita was still there as a separate entity too but we had become of one mind. Epilogue: I kept wearing nappies, and by the age of 8 I could even change my own messy nappies, there where times of trouble and the bullying got really bad at times, but I coped, and with the help of the old man's knowledge and Anita's energy I got good grades, I graduated from a good university and I'm now working on the next generation of mind transfer devices, this time legally and I have worked out a way of storing the conciousness so I can attach a tiny device to a foetus as small as 1 week old, and since it is not considered sentient then it is perfectly legal. I haven't told anyone that it is still basically the same as the last one, and that I will still only re awaken at about 6 months after birth but since nobody healthy but me is willing to volunteer for the procedure, since it does immediately kill your body, and you wont wake up for almost a year and 2 months, if at all, and we have plenty of mothers wiling to risk a foetus that is only one week in utero to gain an extremely gifted child it looks like I'll get to do it again when I have had enough of this life. would you volunteer?
  11. I have a pack of the max absorbency CVS diapers (they were cheap and I was jonesing for some in the moment… don't judge), and I noticed that, like a lot of diapers with the cloth backing, you can strip it away to get to a layer of plastic. For those of us with cheap diapers like this, or those of us that are increasingly upset with our favorite diapers going to cloth backing, I feel like this is a relevant issue. The first couple of times I tried this I ended up ripping holes in the plastic cover. I can seal them with tape, which works relatively well- but I would rather find a way to loosen the adhesive so that the cloth just peels away with no issue. Does anyone have any ideas on how to do this? Has anyone else been otherwise successful in this endeavor? Would love to know! -Andy
  12. Here is a link to the official GoodNites Tru-Fit website. Since this new product is not fully distributed in either the USA or Canada, there is no mention or link on the main GoodNites website. In Canada a few retail stores carry Tru-Fit. In the USA the only way currently to buy them is from Walmart on-line. https://www.goodnites.com/our-products/goodnites-trufit/ Ever since KCWW separated the websites of Huggies and GoodNites, I have been asking them for a radical improvement. The fact is that GoodNites were originally created as a somewhat more discreet Pull-Up for larger people. Most of the marketing information makes a big deal about in some way a kid wearing GoodNites on a sleep-over is not going to be exposed as needing a diaper. There is no evidence that any kid was ever fooled into thinking a GoodNites was ordinary underwear. I mean, they were advertised on TV. Another thing is that no ordinary Pull-Up works well in bed. Sure some of the better adult disposable undies can be used in bed so long as you only dribble a little. Despite GoodNites best efforts up to the introduction of Tru-Fit their reputation with parents and kids over the age of six is that they leak so much wetting in bed while wearing normal undies causes less mess. The radical design of Tru-Fit is that it is a composite product. The underwear is made of 82% cotton and 18% Spandex, so it stretches and can fit the body snugly. Inside the underwear there is a urine resistant pocket with elastic to hold a disposable pad which does not itself have a waterproof layer on one side. Those pads can easily be loaded into the pocket. It is the same principle as the slip-in pads I use daily under my going to court clothing. I wear very stretchy snug cotton/Spandex ladies panties which last me 25-30 wearings. I slide those down to replace my pads, which I make by cutting off the flaps of Cruisers Size 4. For the past couple of weeks I have been wearing GoodNites Tru-Fit for Girls size L/XL rated for 65-100 pounds, but the stretch enough people weighing over 125 pounds find them comfy and effective. The secret is holding the pad snugly to the body and making the pad soak up urine flow quickly. My preliminary lab tests using normal saline at 98.6 F indicates the Tru-Fit Insert (pad) absorbs as fast as a Cruiser Size 4 or a Pampers Extra Protection Size 4. The Tru-Fit total capacity is much larger than a Cruiser Size 7 or any of the Huggies diapers. Best of all, the way the Tru-Fit system works, you are not sitting on much of the pad, so in calculating functional capacity you do not need to deduct for "squeeze-out" as is the case with pull-on, Pull-Ups and disposable diapers. For me Tru-Fit still have capacity after 5 hours, which for me is the limit I will wear any form of diaper during the day. The only downside is that you need to remove the underwear part to change the pad. In my case that would mean removing my hose and shoes, which is hardly discreet in public ladies' rooms. For adults slender enough to fit in Tru-Fit who can feel when they need to find a toilet and slide them down, these have many advantages. On me they are very comfortable. If GoodNites Tru-Fit sell to parents, expect this technology to be used in toddler Pull-Ups and probably adult products. Although KCWW has filed trademark registration for Tru-Fit, they have not applied for patent protection. My educated guess is that there is nothing to patent about Tru-Fit, but probably there are trade secrets to manufacturing them. My other guess is that the Liners or pads could well be made on the same machines used to make KCWW's Kotex Maxi-Pads, probably with a healthy percentage of SAP. By the way, on that Tru-Fit website there are 50 user video reviews which are fascinating in strange ways.
  13. IMG ATDP01

    From the album Diapers

    Attends diaper

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  14. Very Wet Diaper

    From the album Diapers

    Me In Very Wet Diaper

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  15. Diapered Butt

    From the album Diapers

    My Diapered Butt

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  16. Dodot nappies in the UK

    I was watching this advert for a brand of disposable nappies called DoDot on youtube and i was wondering do they sell them in the UK for i can't ever recall seeing them where disposable nappies are sold
  17. Close up

    From the album Just some of me

  18. Me standing

    From the album Just some of me

  19. Me in bed

    From the album Just some of me

  20. First Time With Booster

    I'm going to try a booster pad, which I have never done before. My question is, should I "diaper up" on the size of the diaper to make sure I still get a good fit even with the pad? I have medium ABU SDK now and they fit perfect. I've heard a booster is good for overnight wear, which I am also relatively new to. Thanks for any help!
  21. Nice and Thick

    From the album Teddy Bambino Lounging

  22. garters

    From the album Me

  23. need a change

    From the album Me

  24. This is a story I wrote a long time ago, I've always wanted someone to continue where I left off and see where they take it. I apologize for any grammatical errors, I haven't really gone through and fixed any mistakes but I'm sure there are plenty. It was late afternoon in May and like usual, Timmy was enjoying a ride on his bike through the bike bath behind his neighborhood. Of course it being May, a lot of the late spring rainstorms had been in the forecast so Timmy's mother warned him to be careful. Of course being young and naive, he didn't think much of a "rain storm", after all its just water. He has always passed a turn on the bike path that he was always afraid to go onto, it was a dirt path that went so far into the woods that you couldn't even see the end because it went so far. Being the curious young boy that Timmy was, he decided to embark on this mysterious path regardless of how scared he had previously been of it. As he was carefully cruising along the old beaten path, he began to feel some rain drops hitting his face and it only started to come down heavier and heavier. Timmy could hear loud roars of thunder from above and lightening starting to to strike from the clouds. This was a good indication for Timmy that he should start to head back home and fast. As he put pressure on his bike brakes, one of the tires must have hit a rock and the tire had popped and Timmy lost control of his bike so he quickly jumped off, avoiding a painful crash to the ground. As he though his situation couldn't get any worse, a lighting struck not to far in front of him, that was so loud Timmy was frozen for a bit from being so terrified. He has to think of what to do, leave his bike and come back for it? or try to take it home through this terrible storm. As he glanced around he saw a small an old house that he decided to walk towards, hoping someone would be home so he could stay there until the storm passed. As he approached the old house, he realized the front of his pants were soaked but not like the rest of his body was, it was pee that must have come out from being scared we he saw the lighting strike. He approached the door and reached up high and gave it a couple of hard knocks. Timmy waited about ten seconds and finally the door slowly began to open up. It was an older looking lady, probably around his grandma's age and she was very tall with almost all grey hair. "i'm sorry misses but my bike tire its flat and i do-" she interrupted by saying yes yes young man come inside with a smile on her face. "This is no weather to be out riding a bike especially for a little boy like yourself" the old woman said. I was just wondering if I could use your phone to call my mom so that she could pick me up. "Oh nonsense, you can stay here until it passes I don't mind at all, here let me get you a towel to dry off a bit." Timmy observed the room while the old lady was gone which was decorated with all sorts of old dolls and the kinds of things he would find at his grandmother's house or nanny's place. "Here we go" and before Timmy even realized it, she started to dry his hair and upper area off making sure not to miss a spot. As she moved down to his jeans she noticed that his jeans were almost all dry except for his front area. "Oh my, did you have a little accident?" embarrassed, Timmy said yeah I didn't mean to I just, it was raining and- "its okay young man, these things happen with a comforting voice. Timmy felt so uncomfortable, he had never wet his pants since he was a toddler and for it to be in front of a complete stranger it made it worse. "I have a grandson not too much younger than you yes, he used to come over a lot when he was younger and he used to have accidents all the time". Her telling him this didn't make him feel better whatsoever. "But I made sure it didn't really get on his pants she said to herself" which flew over Timmy's head because he was thinking about how much this situation sucked. "You know I could get you nice and cleaned up and make you some soup, this rain doesn't look like its going to stop for quite a while" Timmy didn't like the sound of that and replied saying "well actually I should get home, my mother would get mad if i was gone too long. He quickly got up and started to walk down the hallway when all a sudden he from behind "you really should stay here young man" and he felt a hand go down the back of his jeans and he was swiftly swung over her shoulder. Timmy began to panic but didn't show it because he was too scared, what this old lady doing to do to me? he stared at the door as she carried him upstairs. His heart was beating so fast. "I really miss having my little boy coming over here and me being able to take care of him like a grandma, so don't worry I'll take care of you for a while". She took him into her room to get a key from her dresser and then carried him back into the hallway, unlocking a door across from her room. When the door opened, a scent hit his nose that was familiar but he couldn't quite remember until he saw what was was in the room. There was elmo and sesame street characters all over the walls, a crib and in the corner to his horror, a changing table fully stocked with very thick disposable diapers, baby wipes, powder and lotion. "Are you going to di di diaper me?". "Yes honey I am, I miss taking care of my grandson and looking after him so we'll both have fun on this rainy day" with smile. This was anything but fun, Timmy was nervous to have some old lady he never met diaper him! let alone anyone diaper him at all! She slowly lowered him to the changing table, tightly strapping his waist down to make sure he didn't fall. Keep in mind, Timmy is a very small boy for his age so he fit the changing table like a glove. The old woman began to untie his shoes and unbutton his pants to which he back to kick a little. When she pulled of his underwear she lifted his butt and gave him a light swat on the butt which let Timmy know that she wasn't messing around and he stopped immediately. She started by opening a box of wipes and started wiping his pee pee, and inner thighs where the pee had trickled down. She was smiling at him and cooing saying things like "grandma's gonna get her little boy allll cleaned up isn't she? he could feel her soft and wrinkly hand around his ankles and for a slight second, Timmy had a little deja vu. He could remember being a toddler and his grandmother diapering him and cooing to him and teasing him too. But then he snapped back into reality as she started to sprinkle baby powder all over his rear. "This will make your wittle butt smell nice and fresh!" she said with enthusiasm. Finally she opened up a larger pack of huggies disposable diapers that must have been leftovers from her grandson along with all the other items. She slid the diaper under his butt and slowly lowered it onto the thick diaper which to Timmy's surprise, didn't feel to uncomfortable but regardless didn't want to be in the situation that he was in. She then pulled the diaper between his legs and snugly taped it together. "There! now your all clean in your nice diapee, grandma's gonna get you dressed now." She then pulled out a footed sleeper that had fur on the inside to help stay warm and slid Timmy into it. She then swung Timmy back over her shoulder and patted his very thickly diapered bottom as she carried him into the living room and set him down on the couch, turning on the tv to some cartoons. "You sit here like a good boy and grandma's gonna make you some food for your wittle tummy" she said, poking him in the stomach that did not make him laugh. Thirty minutes passed and finally she took him into the kitchen so that he could eat. Timmy was very hungry and ate the soup as if he never eaten before, not even caring that he was in a diaper at some old woman's house in a high chair, none of that mattered at the moment. About ten minutes after eating, Timmy could feel the urge to poop and very badly. It was probably from the huge dinner he had the previous night. Naturally, he walked to the bathroom to go relieved himself but the door was locked! the reality of the situation had sunk in, this old lady was going to diaper and baby me and I can't do a think about it! His stomach began to act up again and Timmy slowly walked into her basement so that she wouldn't she him. He looked all around downstairs for a bathroom but it was hopeless. Accepting defeat, Timmy waited about a half hour and could wait no more, he had to poop. He slowly couched to his knees and began to push as hard as he could and could feel the soft poop filling up and expanding his diaper. He was trying to make sure that this mess didn't spread so make sure that he was crouching. Right as he finished, he heard the door open and he quickly while trying to avoid his mess from getting bigger. He heard her calling for him playfully. "I think I smell a stinky little boy down here that needs his wittle butt cleaned by his grandma!" she said in a playful manner. The basement was kind of dark with furniture all around so it was east to hide but at the same time it was hard to see where she was coming from. "Phew! you left grandma a little sunrise didn't you?" he could hear he getting close but was sure that he was perfectly hidden under an old office desk. All of a sudden he felt her pick him up under his arms and brought her nose against his butt. "Did you make a poopy in your diaper for grandma? she said as she teased him and held her nose. Timmy wanted to crawl in a hole and die but he also couldn't like to himself that it would be nice to get out of this stinky diaper. She carried him up to the living room and when he thought she was going to take him upstairs to change him, she took him over to her rocking chair and placed him on her lap making the poop spread evvverywere. Grandma is gonna finish sowing her her bib she made just for you and then we'll get you all cleaned up. She was moving her knee up and down which kept making his mess bigger and bigger, spreading the poop up his butt, tummy and a little up his back too. Finally she said "phew, your diaper really wants me to know it needs to be changed" and with that she carried him back upstairs to the changing room again. She strapped him down and began to take off his sleeper, exposing his sagging diaper the air. She untaped him diaper and pulled back the huge mess that he carried around his butt for the last hour. She kept looking at the mess and sating "shoowee!" and then looking at him with her nose wrinkled. She did this back and forth a couple of time before using the diaper to wipe off a little bit of the excess poop from his rear and tossing it in the trash. She then lifted his legs by ankles again with her wrinkly but soft hands, and began to softly wipe his butt clean. Alex almost didn't find this as bad as the first time and found it quite nice actually and started to think to himself, maybe I could in time enjoy this? it feels like i'm a baby again and someone is giving me all of their attention and I don't have to worry about making mistakes or anything. "You made grandma use half the box your stinky wittle butt! Maybe I can call Nancy and tell her to pick some up for me before she comes over today" wait, what?! Timmy said to himself inside. Who was this Nancy woman?? He didn't know how he felt about that but again he had absolutely no control of the situation. This old lady is keeping me for a while and i'm going to have to accept that it is possible that I might get seen in diapers by another woman and quite possibly even changed by her too! he gulped. The old lady then opened up some baby lotion and began to apply it to his inner thighs and all along his butt cheeks too. She then sprinkled a nice amount of powder all over his butt again. Finally, she got out another diaper and placed it under his now cleaned behind and pulled it through his legs and taping it very tight and snug. "Grandma's little boy is all nice and clean isn't he? isn't? she then began to blow on Timmy's tummy to which he couldn't help him self but let out some uncontrollable giggles. You decide what happens next