#soaked diaper Saturday

[wetdiapers-n-stuff]

So Saturday I had Christmas with my wife's family and several friends at our house the drinks were very plentiful. Presents were passed out and someone got 2 quarts of homemade apple pie moonshine and let me tell you it was goooood I ate one of the apple slices from the jar too probably not the best decision at that moment. Cards were played karaoke was attempted I was a bit tired so I thought I would watch some TV and I fell asleep without a diaper on and you guessed it yeah I woke up to pee pants on the couch so I hurried to the bedroom changed out of my soaked clothes rejoined the party as everyone was leaving so I had a few more beers got my diaper on and slept like a baby woke up pretty wet too ...it was a good day.

#diapered #diaper wetting #accident #bed wetter #bed wetting

[mommy-aiko]

I, Mommy Aiko, do declare every Saturday from this day forth as Soggy sissy Saturday.

Every Saturday sissies from all over must show off their soggy diapers.

The rules of Soggy sissy Saturday are as follows

1. Any and all sissies shall be dressed appropriately in sissy attire.

1a. sissy attire shall be defined as any article of clothing that is pink, purple, frilly, girly or otherwise meant for sissies, this includes dresses, skirts, onesies, nighties, etc

2. sissies must always wear thick diapers that have been used to a point of being definitively soggy or soaked.

2a. A heavily messy diaper is not only sufficient but encouraged. (any sissy with a full diaper may be eligible for praise, humiliations, diaper pats and/or spankings from Mommies and Daddies everywhere)

2b. Any diaper filled from the outside by a caregiver or an authority is a valid diaper for Soggy sissy Saturday

3. All sissies must post a photo of themselves in their sissy attire and soggy diaper accompanied by a statement about how much they love their diapers.

Reblog so every diapered sissy knows to completely pee her pamps and fudge her huggies.

#ab/dl sissy #diaper princess #ab/dl #ab/dl mommy #sissy diaper #diaper tasks #sissy tasks

[dlnck8]

Take Me Out To the Ballgame Chapter One

     I arise at 6:30 AM on Saturday morning, slowly beginning to open my eyes. The sun is just beginning to rise, and I want to take it all in. It’s finally here! Finally going to be taking in a game at iconic Wrigley Field with my wife. Wrigley. A venue I have always wanted to visit but never had the opportunity to. I pull back the covers to reveal my full Little Kings diaper, and head to the window to take in the sunrise as I enjoy a cup of coffee. My diaper is full, just the way I like it in the morning. 

     “Good morning babe.” I hear my wife say groggily as she opens her eyes. “Morning!” I say enthusiastically back to her. “Well you’re awfully chipper this morning. Must be excited for the big game.” I said of course, we’ve had these tickets for months. I start rambling on and on about the stats and finally getting to see my team in person and Wrigley and-

She motions for me to shhhh. “That’s all well and good babe, but one thing at a time. We need to get you out of that soaked diaper and ready for your day. Come earn your diaper change, love”

And with that I head over to the bed, undo her sheets as fast as possible, and remove her panties. I know I must pleasure her and meet her needs before I have mine met. I begin slowly going down on her, making sure to please her as only I know how. I begin to reach for the tapes of my diaper, but she immediately informs me that that won’t be happening. 

“I gotta cum, babe!” “Ok so do it in your diaper, silly. You made me pack diapers for this trip, you’re gonna use it, FULLY.”

Once we were both done, she rolled me over, took my diaper off, jerked me once more with a baby wipe and I hopped in the shower. I got out, and saw a diaper on the bed. I assumed that was for tonight, so I went to the drawer to grab my boxers. 

“Um, you see a diaper on the bed, dont you? Lie down,”

“No! We’re going to the game! I’m gonna be drinking way too much, I will need a change before it ends. Not happening.”

“Oh really? Are you gonna argue with me, sir?” I knew better than to pick this fight. I’ll never hear the end of it or get what I want. I huff and lie my naked butt down before feeling her wrath. On the cream, powder, and diaper go. I’m gonna do everything I can to keep this diaper dry so we don’t have to bail early. Two beers should be fine, I’ll be fine. I hope..... 

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 147b: Saturday May 27, 2023 - “Brew Crew”

Mama’s overnight in Milwaukee gave us a great excuse to get out of the house and follow her around the country for the first time.  Its awesome if we can get the right rhythm down and open flights.  I had about six hours to fill on the ground in Wisconsin and knowing William would need an afternoon nap at the zoo, I knew the perfect place to go land...the baseball game!  To our luck, the Brewers were in town, and William’s answer to if he wanted a hot dog for lunch was an emphatic “Ayes Ayes!”

Parking at the old Miller Park is like going to a rock concert  - its made for tailgaiting before the game in the huge parking lot.  I love this style.  Like Kansas City and even Dodger Stadium.  As I got William organized to go, diaper change and all, a Security guy drove by in a blue golf cart truck mobile, which stole all of William’s attention and since we were in the very back of the big lot I took a shot and waved the man down to ask if he’d have any interest in taking us up towards the park.  He saw the enthusiasm all over William’s face that we were approaching the fast, loud, blue guck.  I was glad he saw it.  He told us to hop in and hang on as he took the long way over into the empty lot where he could really “open it up for us” - William laughed and squealed the whole way.  It was no doubt at all that on a day where he rode an airplane, a yellow bus, a train around a zoo, and even a minivan - riding in that cart was by far the best part of the whole damn.  Signature moments.  Soak em in - these are the days.

Well since we were really on a roll, I figured why not let William ride the escalator by himself too. He was full of confidence and trust and felt fearless so we stepped right up and on, like a really really big boy, gripping on to my middle finger tight.  He loves escalators and up-er-downs (he’s going to love roller coasters), and so we made a big deal of it together to have him step on and off of all the escalators today - we’re in no hurry after all.  We climbed those escalators way up into our seats, high above the bases, just like the Goodnight Baseball book.  I had picked up two hot dogs on the way (assuming one for each of us), but my hungry, excited, big boy ate most of both of them, with lots of dippa.  “Eat as much of it as you want - just leave my fingers out of it!”  Baseball, Popcorn, and Hot Dogs - go together like 6,4,3.  

I let him play in the Brewers play area with the other kids to burn some more energy as Corbin Burnes pitched to the Giants, down below. William smiled and drooled his way through every exciting new thing -  climing on Bernie and the big baseball, going through the big cap, and the Chalet Side - each one followed by a shimmey or his signature hop-skip move.  I made sure he knew, its ok to be a fan of any team, for a day - even the Cubs.  And I have to admit the Brewers and this stadium really has something nice - a great vibe, unique stadium, fun fans, great radio.  I first came here with William’s Mama 8 years ago and its always an interesting place for me, knowing that I almost lived here instead of St Louis and I like to think about how that would have been pretty great too.  An old friend.  And I thought about all of this, back in our seats, William sleeping on my belly as I drank a Leinenkugels in a 1-1 game that just seems to go by too fast.  I sat and sang Take Me Out and Roll Out The Barrels in the seventh inning stretch, and William was unmoved.  By the bottom of the 9th we’d collected our first Brewer’s Game certificate and joined the lower level crowd in hoping for a last ditch walk-off that would never come. The home team lost today and we never saw Bernie on the slide but either way, William puts his fifth notch in on his Major League Parks.  You just never know - if he grows up to a Brewers fan, it will be nice to show him this.

Just the last balls and strikes came across, Mama texted and said she was at the hotel.  She’d been working all day and was ready to see her boys.  And it was great timing - I’d been working all day and need her extra pair of hands (and a hug).   She helped us unpack the car, and reset before treating us to dinner at the Pub downstairs.  Feeling pretty high of myself for pulling off a big bite of a day that included getting up while its still dark and pulling off a 3.5 hour full flight, I raised and downed the local High Life before asking for another.  “You surprised I was able to pull off both the zoo and the baseball game?” I asked knowing that she knew exactly the answer I was looking for as William climbed on me from the booth behind us.  I really gave it my all for that little boy today.  Creating an experience for him, creating a rhythm to life and maybe a love of baseball or hippos. We toasted glass to our investment in this life with each other and our first time seeing Mama on an overnight.  A very important and nice level up for us and this friendly town of Milwaukee will be one we’ll remember as the first - even if William cant.

Song: Wesley Schultz - If It Makes You Happy

Quote:  "Anybody with ability can play in the big leagues. To last as long as I did with the skills I had, with the numbers I produced, was a triumph of the human spirit." ~Bob Uecker

[jmbdiaper4fun]

Saturday morning . Wanna keep my soaked diaper all day.!!...

[merlin207]

12/6/22 - Tuesday Night

I am going away for 2 nights next week, and I plan to make it a diapered, kinky get away. I leave Tuesday AM and will be gone through Thursday evening.

Between now and when I leave, I will be in chastity as much as possible, and plugged daily.

-I am currently chaste and plugged.

-I must slept chaste and plugged nightly. I am out of town Thursday, and allowed to be out of my cage.

-I will stay chaste unless I am out with friends. Consider going out Saturday night. Locked up, sexy panties (with liners) and a nice plug!

-If I am in chastity, I must have panties with a pad or liner on (pad is a must overnight)

Wednesday: chaste all day. Plugged 4 hours. Large plug 2 hours. Sleep plugged. 1x fiber

Thursday: chaste and plugged upon return home. 1x fiber

Friday: chaste all day, unless out. Chaste and plugged to sleep. Plugged 6 hours awake. 1x fiber

Saturday: chaste and possibly plugged going out. Sleep plugged and chaste. Plugged 6 hours awake. 2x fiber

Sunday: Large fiber AM and before bed. Small dose mid day. No chastity if I go out today. As of Sunday night, I am locked in chastity until I return home. PERIOD. I will sleep plugged tonight, 24 hr sentence. Start chaster app til sat afternoon. 2x LARGE fiber, 1x normal fiber mid day.

Monday: Start Fiber loading. FULL DOSE every 3-4 hours. Minimum of 5 doses. Lots of water. Plug stays in until 24hr over. Sleep without plug.

While away:

From my last diaper adventure, I learned that drinking a lot of water every day required double or boosted diapers, or frequent changes

I am going to go away for 2 weeks in January. That trip I will be diapered the whole time, but not pushing myself on being soaked always.

This trip, I plan to be VERY well hydrated and keep my diapers very wet. I will also be fiber loading to increase frequency (and hopefully urgency) of messing.

I want to be diapered and plugged most of the time, but also want to be able to do things as well as have a clear head to do work!

Specifics:

-Locked and diapered 24/7

-Leave chastity keys at home, only take emergency key in coconut oil.

-Consume at least 4L of water per day. Large dose of fiber with each L. (Ideally, one in AM, one early afternoon, one before dinner, one before bed)

-plugged 24/7. If not plugged, must have suppositories in.

Tuesday: plug and supps for ride. Hollow plug upon arrival along w dulcolax tablet (take 2-3 over 4-5 hours). Chaste!

Wednesday: plugged and / or supp’d all day. Chaste! Large plug for dinner!

Thursday: Use diaper in AM. Shower. For day and ride home, diapered and chaste, no plug.

[skirtsgonewild]

Got home and started peeing my diaper the second I hit the garage door with my house key and then just stood peeing slow without any real control to stop for a few seconds, which was a lot of fun. I get to hang out in this diaper for four more hours before I gotta be all adult about Saturday night so I’m gonna smoke a joint and just chill in a soaked saggy diaper

[oldgooddaysoldgooddays]

57

Saturday I’m to fly home and it truly feels too soon. I wake to Fox News which I forgot to turn off, the onus of being a “true patriot” weighing heavy on my morning meditation. I notice Fox make merchandise that doesn’t deliver to the U.K, and I wonder which friend would be willing to have my White Women’s Business Vest delivered to their apartment. I say White both because the garment itself is white and because it’s for White Women C suggests we eat at Dimes which, since I first went there in 2014, has become a whole dynasty. After an 8 year boycott due to losing an unrequited love to a Dimes waitress, I dive back in. I remember this is where I first heard of / ate chia seeds, learning how like frogspawn they are - in the best way - when soaked in, say, almond milk. I didn’t know you could make milk from almonds back then, either. The aforementioned waitress bought breakfast for me there, curious to meet the 21 year old who’d been platonically sharing a bed with her new boyfriend. Now they’re married and she makes ceramic water filters for the rich C is writhing in menstrual pain as we discuss abortion over big salads, and frankly I’ve seen bigger salads. I wonder how many of Dimes’ young patrons know this menu item is a Seinfeld reference, or whether the two 50 year old men dining by the window, sticking out like sore thumbs, will tell them. I drag myself around galleries only because D brings his small dog, Beverly, who I love dearly despite her quaking with fear at my touch I watch the time carefully, only breaking with my phone for a show at Reena Spaulings displaying tricycles made of diapers and other baby ephemera on waist-height plinths by Marc Kokopeli. The exhibit is proof that when you describe art you liked it sounds horrible and when you describe art you hated it sounds annoyingly good. Kokopeli seems to ask whether it’s really a good idea to have children, but that if you get knocked up, there’s still fun to be had I get exactly 25 minutes with E before my taxi, and we lie on his vast sofa talking, watching his cat leave hair all over everything. E has ordered a cat vacuum to sort this out for the summer. I don’t know how I feel about it all - the cat, the intimacy, the leaving - but when he says he likes to arrive at the airport way too early the way I do, I experience an aphrodisiac surge. My head floods with suddenly-possible visions of us travelling internationally together, being told the check in desk isn’t open yet, going Dutch on the humiliation. Ironically, this all makes me later to the airport than I’ve ever been

[kitkatpancakestack]

merry go round if it sparks any inspiration pls!

@capseycartwright lorna it's unfashionably late I'm so sorry <3

“Eddie . . . Eddie, here she comes! Here she comes!”

“Buck, I have eyes, I’m looking right at them.”

Buck latches onto Eddie’s arm as the merry-go-round completes another rotation, and their four-year-old daughter rolls into view atop an elegant white horse, with Chris propped beside her and keeping a protective hand around her waist. Isla’s face brightens and she waves to them, blonde curls bouncing free of the hair tie that was lost several rides ago. Buck and Eddie wave back.

“She’s like . . . the cutest fucking little kid you’ve ever seen, right? Don’t tell Jee I said that.”

Eddie laughs, sticking a piece of funnel cake in his mouth. “She’s your daughter; I think you’re allowed to be biased.”

The merry-go-round spins again, and Isla, without fail, waves like it’s the first time around.

A breeze drifts through the fairground. It’s uncharacteristically chilly for a night in Los Angeles, even if it is November. Buck slides imperceptibly closer to Eddie, pressing their thighs together. “You know,” he says, waving again as Isla passes back around, “I still can’t believe we have this, sometimes.”

Eddie shoots him a curious side-eye, licking chocolate syrup off the edge of his thumb. “What, funnel cake?”

“Yeah, Eddie, I’m waxing poetic about funnel cake.”

He chuckles, but the sound remains soft and contained between them, a gentle smile tucked into his cheek, a dimple poking through, all of it just for Buck. “I know what you mean.”

“We have a daughter, man. And she’s four.”

“Yes, I was there for all the diaper changes.”

“We’re married. You married me.”

Eddie shakes his head, eating the last piece of funnel cake and dumping the styrofoam container into the trash can. He spares another wave to Isla when she passes around again and twists on the bench to face Buck. “Okay. You’re being extra existential today. What’s up?”

It’s hard to describe, even though he and Eddie have been together for years, and he’s tried in every way possible to put it into words. Only, it’s something that is visceral and inarticulate, a sensation consisting of warmth and whatever belonging feels like. Something that maybe wouldn’t be a big deal to somebody who didn’t live most of their life feeling like a ghost, like spare parts, like something that would never quite be good enough. But it hits Buck, sometimes, always randomly, all the ways he is known.

Isla, waving to him from the merry-go-round.

Chris, offering a nod in acknowledgement.

Eddie, wrapping his hand around Buck’s thigh.

Even the breeze, kissing his cheek, grounding him to a Saturday night that is all about him and this family he’s built with Eddie, something he gets to have, something he gets to keep.

Anyway, it’s hard to describe, so Buck just grabs Eddie’s hand and uses the other to wave to Isla.

“Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night,” Eddie starts, playing absentmindedly with Buck’s fingers. “And everything is just . . . cold, but then you say something in your sleep, or your hand brushes my arm, or I feel your drool soaking into the sleeve of my shirt, and I can breathe again.”

Buck ducks his head, but Eddie’s fingers are there to catch his chin, lifting his face back up.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he murmurs, rubbing the corner of Buck’s mouth with his thumb. “Please don’t hide from me.”

It’s the cost of being known, of being seen, but Buck thinks it’s a toll he will never mind paying. “Every time Isla goes around the merry-go-round, just for a second, I think, what if it spins around and she’s not there, and Chris isn’t there? And what if I go to reach for your hand, and you’re not here, either?”

Eddie frowns. “I’m right here, Buck.”

“I know. But, you know how it is up here, sometimes,” he says, gesturing to his head.

“Yeah,” Eddie replies after a moment, and then he uses their interlocked fingers to point toward the merry-go-round. “But in a few seconds, your daughter and your son are going to come around, and your daughter is going to wave to you like she’s done every other time she’s gone around this godforsaken thing, and we’re going to wave back, and we’re going to do it again and again and again until she falls asleep on that horse.”

Buck laughs. “How did our life get so spontaneous and exciting?”

Eddie’s eyes twinkle, but it’s all seriousness beneath the humor. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything,” he whispers, and brushes a kiss beneath his ear. “Look, your kids are coming back around.

Sure enough, the familiar white horse spins into view, and Isla grins so wide her face could crack in half, and she flails her hand in a spastic wave. Eddie laughs so deep and so sweet it sends reverberations through Buck’s core. Buck waves back, holding tighter to Eddie’s hand, and he waits for them to come around again.

#kitkat writes #buddie #one word prompts #capseycartwright

[werenotadulting]

Routine Procedure pt. 5

Over the next couple of days, it was actually abnormal for Kate not to give me some special attention down there during a diaper change. Just woke up? Let's try using my vibrator on your soaked diaper. Need a change before lunch? How about reverse cowgirl while laying there on top of your fresh diaper. Time for your night diaper? Bedtime blowjob.

Don't get me wrong, Kate and I have always had a very good sex life, but this past week was unlike any other.

On Saturday, in the middle of a mid-afternoon change, was when Kate suggested we try getting out of the house for a bit.

"You really soak through these diapers quick, Mike. We're gonna have to see about getting some more soon."

"I suppose we should, right? I mean, they're working infinitely better than that condom thing," I said as I was laying back while Kate took care of wiping me down.

Despite what she had said about showing me how to change myself, she didn't seem to mind taking care of it, and I was in no rush to put a stop to it considering what was in it for me.

"That's very true. There was only that one minor leak you had last night, which I'm sure we can find a way to prevent in the future. I'll put in an order for some new diapers tonight, so they get here by Monday."

Kate secured the last tape and ran a finger along the elastic leg gathers. "You know, that new game store opened up in the mall on the other side of town. What do you say we stop over there and see how it is?"

I froze. Being diapered at home was one thing. Going out in public though.... Kate seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.

"Mike. Earth to Mike. Remember what we talked about? No one is going to be paying attention to the size of your butt or the sound of your pants. And guess what? Even if they do, who cares? You have a medical need to wear diapers. Just like people who have trouble walking use canes, it's a medical thing. You didn't ask to be incontinent."

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I looked at myself in the mirror. My jeans appeared to do their job of concealing my diaper.

"You know," Kate popped up behind me in the reflection, "if you're so worried about people seeing, they do make onesies for adults. Just a thought."

I scoffed at her, and we headed off to the mall.

About 30 minutes later, we arrived. I couldn't help but notice that it seemed like there were a heck of a lot more people there than normal. Another 10 minutes later and we were finally able to find a parking space towards the back. As I got out of the car, I made sure my shirt was pulled down as far as it could go. It was all I needed for my shirt to ride up and expose my plastic waistband.

Kate grabbed my hand, but not before giving my padded butt a firm slap. The corner of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, and we walked hand-in-hand up to the mall.

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You know that feeling you get when it feels like someone is watching you? Yeah, it did not go away no matter how much time passed as we meandered through the mall.

Our first stop was in the food court, where we grabbed a late lunch of chicken and waffles. Kate went to order the food while I found a spot to sit down.

"All ready," Kate said as she walked up with a tray piled with chicken. "They accidentally made your lemonade a large, and I wasn't about time tell them they were wrong."

"It is the best homemade lemonade in town," I said, grabbing my plate off of the tray.

Kate set the tray down, then went to grab a couple of napkins. A few moments later, I noticed my shirt rising up and the back of my diaper being pulled open. I spun around and swatted the offending hand away, which turned out to belong to Kate.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Giving you a diaper check, what else?"

"We are in the middle of the mall!"

"It's been awhile since you had your diaper changed, and I know you are bad at knowing when you're at capacity," Kate gave me a 'prove me wrong' look.

"I'm fine!! Just... not out in broad daylight, please?" I pleaded.

"Well I didn't even get a chance to properly check just now, but if you say so...."

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After stopping in a couple clothing stores, ("Hey, we should think about getting you some new jeans. Those ones seem a little tight all of the sudden.") we finally made our way to the new gaming store. It was like a one-stop shop for gamers, with board games, collectibles, and video games. Towards the back, there were tables setup, where people could break out their games or card decks and hang out for a bit.

Once we had searched down all the aisles, we found ourselves in the back next to the gaming tables.

"Hey, we're looking for two more for Ticket to Ride! Do you guys want in?" said a blonde girl from a table in the corner. She and another girl were setting up the board, getting ready to start.

Kate's eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Oh heck yes! I never lose at this game!" It was true, she did never lose, and she never let me hear the end of it whenever we played.

An hour later, and it was clear that it was between Kate and Melanie, the blonde girl, on who would be crowned victorious. The other girl and I had all but given up. Seeing that there was no way I could complete all my routes, I had long since resorted to my usual strategy of trying to sabotage Kate.

"Annnnnd 110, 111, 112. I have retained my crown," Kate gloated.

"Oh wonderful," I said, "I can't wait to hear about this all the way home."

"Well played, you two," Melanie chimed in. "Don't worry about cleaning up, we are actually waiting for some friends to come play a round."

"Oh thank you, that's so nice," Kate said as we both stood up to leave.

"Of course! It was nice meet....." Melanie trailed off, staring at my crotch.

Both Kate and I followed her gaze, and it was then that I saw that I'd had a major leak.

Large wet spots had formed down the inside of my jeans, as well as two half-moon  shapes on my butt. Looking at my chair, there was more evidence of my accident, there for all to see.

It was obvious to anyone looking what had happened.

I was speechless.

"Oh shit, we're so sorry! Let me just wipe this up..." Kate said as she frantically wiped the seat down with a tissue.

The girls were equally dumbstruck, as they watched Kate lead me out of the store waddling behind her.

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The feeling of eyes on me increased tenfold on the walk through the mall to the car. Without a jacket or anything to cover up with, we moved as fast as we could, whispers and giggles following us out.

In what seemed like an eternity later, we finally made it back to the car.

"I'll get the seats cleaned, don't worry baby, just get in." Kate pulled open her door and got the car started. I didn't need to be told twice, as I practically leaped into the car.

"That...I...I'm so embarrassed...." I was starting to get choked up, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"Hey, hey, there there sweetie, I'm sorry. That can't have been fun, I know. It's not your fault." Kate was rubbing my back, the car still in park.

"That doesn't make it any less humiliating! And it's not even like I had a little accident, Kate, my diaper leaked!" I was almost yelling, my emotions getting the better of me.

"Shhhh baby, it's okay, take deep breaths, it's going to be okay. We didn't know anyone there, no one important saw, you'll be fine."

I was still upset, but I listened to her, taking steadying breaths that at least got my heart rate under control. Seeing this, Kate started to back out of our parking spot.

"Let's get you home and into a bath, baby," Kate soothed. We drove on in silence for awhile as I continued to calm down.

I think," Kate broke the silence, "that we might want to consider getting you some thicker protection. Just to be safe, you know? What do you think?"

"I think that means I will definitely be waddling, and it will be obvious to everyone what I'm wearing," I said, staring out the window.

"Well, do you prefer people maybe noticing that you walk a little funny, or running the risk of leaking like happened back there?"

"I don't know Kate, I just...I don't want to think about it."

"I'll take care of it then, babe," Kate said, "those hospital diapers are notoriously cheap anyway. We'll find something that works better for you. And I'll look into some of those onesies, so you don't feel so self-conscious about your diaper sticking out."

"Yeah, whatever," I said, as we continued down the highway.

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Kate knew exactly where to look when she logged on to order new diapers.

Let's see, she thought, I think probably a case of ABU Simple Ultra. Maybe a mixed case with some fun prints? No, it was too soon to go all-in like that. I'll just add in another pack of PeekABUs. That's 90 diapers, so at 2-3 diapers a day, that should be good for a month. Better throw in some boosters, too. And set up a recurring monthly order, yes please.

With that order placed, it was then to the ODU website, where she settled on several of their basic onesies.

"All in good time, Kate," she muttered to herself as she looked longingly at all of the cute designs. She could just picture how adorable Mike would look in that dinosaur onesie.

She was so horny right now. The sight of Mike in his wet jeans, his face burning bright red. Her hand slipped down the front of her shorts.

Oh fuck, she thought, he was so humiliated. She rubbed her clit to the image of Mike standing there over the pee puddle on his chair while those girls looked on.

Had she taped on his diaper perhaps a little loose before they went to the mall? Yes.

Had she intentionally ordered Mike a large lemonade? Also yes.

Had she suspected during her impromptu diaper check at the food court that Mike would protest and insist he was fine? Triple yes.

Had she known those flimsy hospital diapers would fail sooner rather than later, and she could talk Mike into something a bit thicker?

Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner.

Kate closed the laptop and got up.

She had a diaper boy she needed to fuck.

#werenotadulting

[losingitinjersey]

It’s a rainy Saturday morning, I slept amazingly well, it’s 11 a.m. and both my girls are asleep?!  Aug has already been awake and back down but Erp?!  Still snoozing.  Maybe that means she was up during the night playing in her crib, as she’s wont to do, but I will take this extra peaceful morning!  

(Photo 1): Check it! I’m wearing something other than just a black t-shirt or workout gear!  AMAZING!  This week I decided to start wearing some of my new Stitch Fix sweaters.  Since I never go anywhere anymore I figure the clothes aren’t doing any favors being hung up waiting for the chance to be worn so why not.  Though, I did take off the orange sweater during a particularly dirty diaper change and I’m constantly waiting to be spit up on, but that’s life.  

Yesterday morning we went to go drop off the final paperwork and check for Erp to start daycare on Monday.  I come up to the front door only to have a nice older man pop out to inform me that the facility is closed that day, asking why I didn’t get the notice through their communication app.  I explain that I’m not in the system yet as my brain is searching for any known holiday I wasn’t aware of.  I explained how I was specifically told to come by to drop off these items before 3 p.m.  It was at this point that a woman pops up behind him to tell me to come in.  

The woman who chimed in is the founder of the daycare (along with her husband, the man I first saw) and she explained that they had to unexpectedly close that day due to a lack of staffing.  She had several staff members out on vacation, a few others were sick, another had an emergency and another one was coming in that day to pick up her final paycheck due to being terminated.  While inconvenient to close, I do like that she has high standards (firing an employee who apparently didn’t fit the bill) and that she’d rather close than risk the safety of the children due to lack of supervision.  

I had a very good conversation with the woman and I’m so glad I got the opportunity to meet her.  She made my good feeling about the place increase even higher and I’m feeling positive about this decision.  (Also, a day earlier I learned that Erp’s speech therapist’s sister brought her kids to this center so having a personal reference seals the deal for me).  

The last few days I’ve made some huge eureka moments in my parenting.  I learned that you just have to outstubborn the child!  I’ve been struggling with her refusal of clothing, diapers, sleep sacks, obedience, etc.  APPARENTLY, at least with Erp, you can just wait it out and they’ll eventually relent!  When she refused her sleep sack again after basically an entire week straight of doing so, this time I didn’t give in.  (I’ve been folding too quickly and putting her to bed in just a diaper to which she’d eventually take off).   This time I kept telling her that this is the way it had to be and she finally agreed!  I didn’t fight or force the issue, just kept waiting and explaining.  Perseverance paid off!  I’ll now be applying this to all aspects of our power struggles!  I’m sure every parent is already aware of this fact and I feel slightly stupid not realizing it until now, but glad I’m learning it now and not once things are too ingrained to reverse!

(Photo 2):  LOVE seeing her in my old frozen yogurt shop apron!  

(Photo 5): One of the requirements of the daycare is for the kids to have a nap mat so I got her this one they recommended.  I’ve been trying to get her used to it by putting it in her crib so it’s not a foreign item come Monday and hopefully it’ll help give her some comfort.  While she certainly doesn’t sleep in it like it’s intended, she’s been wadding it up into a ball and hugging it like a stuffed animal.  She’s going to learn so much from daycare!!  

Soaking up every moment I have with my babes and looking forward to enjoying our last full day alone together.  Kevin finally has a day off work tomorrow so we’re looking forward to some long awaited family time as well! Happy weekend!

#please don't reblog #momblr #erp is 21 months #aug is 8 weeks

[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 23

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

It doesn’t feel real until she sees the flutter on the ultrasound, the grey and white pixels flashing erratically confirming a healthy ten-week pregnancy. The doctor gives them a due date of September 17th, and she explains to Mulder repeatedly that the due date is only an estimate, that the baby will most likely arrive sometime in the two weeks before or after that day. Nonetheless, he prints little numbers in the corner of each date on the calendar, counting down.

She is lucky to experience very little nausea, but the time saved clinging to the toilet is instead allocated to bursting into tears at every tiny inconvenience. Mulder comforts her with a confused expression when she cries because she can’t find a Tupperware lid that fits, or her latte has too much foam, or she realizes she can no longer see her toes. She cries because she’s crying, because she feels out of touch with her own body and thrown off by her own emotions. They marvel at the growth of her belly as well as her breasts, which are even more sensitive than they were before. Her libido kicks into overdrive at the same time that she becomes incredibly self conscious about her protruding belly, her fuller face, her swelling feet. This leads to more tears as she grapples with both wanting desperately to be touched and not wanting him to look at her.

He tells her each day how beautiful she is, her hair growing longer and thicker, her skin glowing, her rounding belly housing the perfect little life that they created together. When he’s home, he rubs her feet every night, fetches her countless glasses of water and then helps tow her out of the bed so she can pee ten times in the night. When he’s on the road with Monica, he calls three times a day, asks Missy and her mother to go by and check on her, calls in dinner to be delivered so she doesn't have to cook. As her due date nears, he stops going on out-of-town cases, needing to be close enough to be by her side immediately when she goes into labor. He will not risk missing the birth of his child.

The apartment becomes cramped with a bassinet, changing table, pack n play, and various other baby gadgets. They consider moving, but the idea is too overwhelming for Scully so they decide to stay put until the baby becomes mobile and they really need more space. Mulder breaks the lease on his apartment and moves his fish tank into the living room, putting the rest of his furniture in storage until they buy a house. Priscilla breaks in all the baby gear, sleeping in the car seat and jumping into the swing, covering the tiny onesies with her black fur and making Scully cry yet again. Mulder refuses to let her scoop the litter box, even though she insists it’s safe if she wears gloves and washes her hands afterward. Other tasks she’s forbidden to complete include cleaning the toilet, carrying in the groceries and hauling laundry to the washing machine. When he’s on the road, she misses him as much as she is relieved to be able to be independent, not much caring for being treated as though she’s made of glass.

For the majority of her pregnancy, Scully insists that she doesn’t want to know the sex of the baby, that she wants to be surprised. Mulder respects her decision, even though he would personally like to know, and they create two lists of potential baby names, Scully crossing off “Lisa Marie'' each time Mulder tries to add it to the “girl” column. When she reaches 39 weeks, her pelvis widening as the baby drops into the birth canal, she is so miserable that she has a change of heart, needing to feel connected to this thing that is destroying her body and stealing her sleep. They call the doctor together on a Thursday afternoon as Scully sits on the couch in tears, having woken that morning to find angry red stretch marks marring her previously lily-white belly. When Mulder relays the doctor’s message that the baby is a girl, she sobs harder, and he’s not sure whether it’s because she’s happy or disappointed.

She wakes him at 3:00 am on September 21st, the irregular Braxton-Hicks contractions she’s been feeling for weeks having taken up a predictable cadence, now ten minutes apart almost on the dot. He starts rushing around, scrambling for her hospital bag and his shoes, and now it is her turn to provide comfort, to let him know there’s plenty of time. She doesn’t want to go to the hospital until the contractions are five minutes apart, and so they wait. The progression to nine minutes, then eight, then seven is alarmingly fast, and by the time she agrees that they should head to the hospital she’s starting to feel pressure low in her pelvis. Mulder drives too fast, the streets thankfully still quiet in the early morning, and she is wheeled into labor and delivery with not enough time for an epidural, much to her lament.

Molly Katherine Mulder has blue eyes and a dark shock of nearly-black hair. She barely cries at her entrance to the world, instead searching the room with a curious gaze, squeezing her daddy’s finger with an impressively strong grip and latching like a pro. They are able to go home the following day, Scully wincing as she moves gingerly from the bed to the couch, rinsing her tender stitches with a bottle of warm water and bleeding through entire packages of overnight maxi pads in a day.

Mulder takes off work for two weeks and they spend blissful days curled up in bed with the baby nestled between them as Priscilla curiously sniffs around her, licking her hair with a rough tongue and making them laugh. Each time Scully wakes at night to nurse, Mulder insists she go back to sleep while he changes the baby and walks her around the quiet apartment until she is asleep, singing softly and lulling them both.

When Mulder returns to work, Scully insists that he get a full night's sleep and let her wake up with Molly, reasoning that she can take naps during the day. She does not, of course, take naps during the day. Instead she tries to keep the apartment clean, the clothes washed, the diapers taken out to the dumpster, the litter box scooped. She does too much, and he sees it each day as she grows more and more weary, more and more defeated, the bags under her eyes deepening in color and her mouth rarely hosting a smile. He begs her to let him do more, to ask less of herself, but she is stubborn and strong-willed, the very things he loves about her now keeping her from properly taking care of herself.

They struggle through sleep-deprived arguments over who left the breast milk out on the counter all night, why it matters if he changes the baby on the floor instead of the changing table, why Scully doesn’t want to supplement with formula so he can take some of the night feedings. Her doctor releases her as medically clear to have sex after six weeks and she cries as she tells him that she doesn’t feel ready, that she can’t imagine anything worse than sex right now, and he holds her as he tells her that he doesn’t care, that she should take as much time as she needs, that he can wait.

They struggle, and they thrive. Moments of absolute unadulterated joy are punctuated by intense despair and overwhelm. The gain of a family against the loss of a life where you could pick up and go, stay out until 2:00 am and make love in the middle of the day. They are happy, and they are stressed, and they face it together.

On a Saturday in December, Mulder wakes early and takes care of every conceivable task in the house; the laundry, the dishes, cleaning the bathroom, scooping the litter, buying the groceries. He checks every item off Scully’s to-do list and then takes Molly for a long drive, leaving Scully alone with nothing to do in hopes that she will rest for once. When they return from their excursion, he creeps into the quiet apartment with a sleeping baby in his arms and sets her in the bassinet by the couch. At first he thinks maybe Scully has gone out, but he finds her in bed asleep with soaking wet hair, Priscilla curled up behind her knees. He watches her for a bit, affection clutching at his chest, then changes into sweats and kicks Priscilla out so he can snuggle up behind Scully. It feels so infrequent that they just lay like this anymore; one of them is always about to get up with the baby, about to get ready for work, or doesn’t want to be touched after a tiny person has clung to them all day. He pulls in a deep breath, smelling her lavender bubble bath and feeling the rise and fall of her ribs against his chest. He doesn’t want to disturb her, but he can’t resist pressing a tiny kiss to the side of her neck.

“Mmmm,” she hums in response, twisting her body around so they are face to face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispers.

“It’s okay. Where’s Molly?”

“She’s asleep in the living room.”

She sighs and snuggles closer to him, pressing her forehead into his chest and pushing one of her legs between his.

“This feels nice,” she says contentedly, and he brushes his hand softly up and down her back.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Tired. Frumpy. Like I haven’t put on real clothes or a stitch of makeup in three months,” she laments.

“Well, I’ll give you tired,” he says softly, “but I can’t agree on frumpy. I think you look very beautiful.”

She scoffs against his chest.

“You don’t have to placate me, Mulder. I know I’m a mess.”

“Maybe so, but you’re my mess,” he retorts, pushing his fingers into her hair to gently scratch her scalp.

She tilts her head up to look at him, appraising his face with a skeptical eye.

“Is this what you thought it was going to be like?” she asks, her tone open and vulnerable.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly, “I guess I didn’t really know what to expect.”

She sighs. “I just wish I knew when I might start to feel like myself again,” she says sadly. “I can’t help but feel like you’re not getting what you signed up for.”

“What do you mean?” he asks with a concerned frown.

He sees her eyes growing glassy, dampening with impending tears. “I mean the woman you asked out in the autopsy bay isn’t the one you’re with now,” she whispers, swallowing against the lump in her throat.

“That’s not even a little bit true,” he implores, cradling the back of her head with his hand. “You are everything you were then, and more. I’m amazed by you every day.”

She closes her eyes, a tear rolling across the bridge of her nose. He feels his chest ache; the need to make her understand is overwhelming.

“Hey,” he says, pulling the blankets back, “come here.”

He pulls her into a sitting position and slides off the bed, towing her along with him to sit on the edge of the mattress. He kneels on the floor between her knees, his hands on her hips.

“If you think for one second that I want to be with anyone but you, you’re fucking insane. I don’t care if you wear giant milk-stained T-shirts and have spit up in your hair for the rest of our lives, Scully. You’re it for me, okay?”

She pulls in a shuddering breath and wipes at her eyes, but won’t look at him.

“Stay here,” he commands, and disappears into the bathroom for a moment. When he comes back, he returns to his post kneeling at her feet.

“We knew this was going to be hard,” he says tenderly, holding one of her hands in his. “You said it yourself before Molly was born, that it would be the hardest time in our lives, and that we’d be at our worst. And I’m telling you that if this is your worst, sign me up, okay? It hasn’t changed how I feel about you.”

He holds up his other hand, a diamond ring perched between his thumb and forefinger.

“If you’re not ready to say yes yet, that’s okay, but I need you to know that I still want to marry you, Scully. I’ll wait forever if that’s what you need, but there hasn’t been a single day since I asked that I haven’t still meant it.”

Her tears have stopped, though her eyes are still wet and the tip of her nose is red. She looks from him to the ring and back, her eyebrows stitched in contemplation.

“I didn’t hear you ask me a question,” she says quietly, and he picks up on the slightest lilt of playfulness in her voice, which makes him break out into a smile.

“Dana Katherine Scully, love of my life, mother of my child, will you marry me?”

She smiles then, and he thinks his heart may burst right out of his chest.

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” she answers, and he takes her left hand, slipping the ring on her finger.

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him repeatedly, soft pecks devolving into lingering smooches as he shifts up slightly, pushing her back gently to recline on the bed. He moves over her, kissing along her jaw and down her neck, not going any further, not wanting to rush her.

She brings her hands to his hips, letting the tips of her fingers slip under the waist of his sweatpants, and his cock stirs. It’s been so, so, long, and he wants her desperately, but not until she’s ready. She pushes her hand down the front of his pants, gripping him as he grows hard under her touch. It’s overwhelming in the best way; he feels like a teenager being touched for the first time.

“I wanna have sex,” she breathes into his ear, the words rushing out quickly as though she’s afraid she might change her mind if she waits too long to say them.

He pulls back to look at her. “Are you sure?” he asks, and she nods, bringing her palm to his cheek before glancing at the ring on her finger and smiling.

They move slowly, though still with a sense of urgency that a baby sleeping in the next room brings. He pushes her shirt up and she lets him take it off, then slips the yoga pants off her hips, leaving her in basic black cotton briefs. He sees the hesitancy in her eyes as he looks at her body, now softer than it was before Molly, curvy in different places, purple streaks running from below her belly button to disappear under her panties.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing her chest, her breasts, her belly, running his tongue along the grooves of her stretch marks. He loops his thumbs under the waist of her panties and tugs them down slowly, quickly undressing before he rejoins her in the bed.

“Tell me if anything hurts, okay?” he asks with a serious expression, and she nods, letting her legs fall open as he settles between them. He lines himself up with her entrance and pushes in achingly slowly, watching her face raptly. Her mouth opens slightly, and she takes in a sharp little breath. He’s about to ask her if it hurts when she closes her eyes and her mouth drops open further as she breathes out “oh,” in a way that he knows means pleasure, not pain. When he’s all the way in, their hip bones pressed together tightly, he stills and kisses her for a while, feeling like he could melt into a puddle for how good everything feels. His heart, his mind, his body, he is all wrapped up in her and it’s exactly where he wants to be.

He begins to move, and she responds with an arch of her back and a little gasp, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Little by little, he increases his pace until he knows he won’t last much longer.

“What do you need?” he asks, and she brings her hand to her breast.

He dips his head, flicking at the hardened bud of her nipple, and feels her clench around him. He plays with the level of pressure, licking and sucking, pleasantly surprised that she is enjoying it even as her breasts have taken on a purely functional role these last few months.

She pulls in a huge breath, arching her back and pressing her head into the mattress and he groans as he feels her tighten around him. She emits a single piercing cry when she comes, stifling it with an arm slung across her mouth. He pours into her, burying his face in her neck, clinging to her like a life raft. She is, in fact, all he needs to survive.

Resting half his weight on the mattress beside her, he stays inside as they both come down, panting and smiling, brushing hands over each other’s skin, reconnecting.

“Ah!” Molly yells from the living room, and Mulder laughs.

“You’re being summoned,” Scully says with a tender smile.

He withdraws from her, handing her his T-shirt to clean up while he slips on his sweatpants and retrieves Molly from her bassinet.

“Guess what, Goose?” he says, using his special nickname for her, “Mommy and Daddy are getting married.”

“AH!” She squeals, flapping her arms.

#the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #gillovny #msr #sculder #x files fanfic #alternate universe

[yamithediaperdork]

My Little Brothers revenge Part 1

My little brothers revenge

The Hickman's were for the most part a average middle class family. both the parents worked and they had two children.

A 12 year old named Justin who had natural blond hair in a brush cut though he currently had it dyed indigo blue to go with his icy blue eyes. He had a jock's build (well as much as one could have at that age) and wasn't scared to use his physical power to his advantage.

his little brother Alex was short for his age and was always being mistaken for a 6 year old or worse when he was 9 and a half. He had red hair that went down to his shoulders and he kept in a pony tail and his checks were sprinkled with freckles.His slim body meant he was last to be picked for any sports though unlike his brother he was a strait A student and actually sometimes had to help his older brother with his homework, a fact that neither of them enjoyed.

It was their mother Anne (who Alex took after in appearance) who insisted that he help his big brother and it always ended with Justin pissed off and Alex hanging from a bed post by his sponge bob underoo's.

Their father who Justin took after in appearance refused to believe his little all star could be such a bully and so it was usually left to Alex to figure out a way to hold his own or go and whine to their mother, getting him labeled a mama's boy.

Still all brothers fight, it was just a fact of life and it might of all just gone this way with them being a semi happy family till the day the bully of a big brother took things a step too far and Alex decided that Justin had to be put in his place once and for all.

Alex had been hanging out with his friends Saturday afternoon, playing video games in the living room and having semi pissed off Justin who had wanted to watch a movie with HIS friends.

But mom and dad made sure that the TV time was shared and that both boys got a block of time and with their parents just down the block, Justin knew better then to try and strong arm them out.

Said friends were Kyle and Lyle, twins from down the block who had a semi creepy habit of finishing each others sentences and had light caramel skin and black hair in matching mushroom cuts. it was easy enough to tell them apart as by a semi quick of fate Lyle had brown eyes while Kyle had green.

Missing in action because he'd gone fishing with his dad was Max, anther shrimp who had dirty blond hair in a short Mohawk (his attempt to look cool which had backfired) and was so white he looked pale most of the time.

being shrimps themselves they had hit it off well with Alex and had formed a semi losers club of sorts, though Alex wasn't found of the name the twins who loved anything Steven king had insisted and he was out voted 2 to 1 since Max had joined the group after.

the boys were doing a retro gaming session of sorts, playing downloaded old games on a new machine and the game of choice for the moment was Ninja turtles two.

"Man, this game is so bad.." Lyle spoke up, playing as Leonardo.

"That it's almost good!" Kyle finished and was playing as Ralph.

"heh, that the fun part of these old games..you know they were giving it their all but just were limited." Alex said.

all three of them were seated on the hard wood floor of the living room though they had spread out a blanket since despite the chill of the October air his parents had refused to turn on the heat yet.

the twins nodded and Alex went to say something else when he hear the booming footsteps of his brother then a familiar stink hit his nose.

'No way, he wouldn't!' Alex thought.

"Hey Little Alexandra, Didn't mom tell you to toss out your pissy wet diapie when you got changed this morning? It's bad enough your a bed wetter, do you have to leave your soggy huggies around?" Justin asked.

and indeed Justin was holding out a totally soaked Spider-man print diaper in front of him, holding it with just a finger and his thumb and holding his nose.

Behind him were his friend Adam (Nicknamed grizz or grizzly because of his girth and wildly unkempt brown hair) and Rayne, actually a year younger then the other two but a head taller and so very, very much stupider. Rayne kept his head shaved because he thought it made him look more like the pro wrestlers that he so so loved.

"is that-" Lyle asked, pausing the game and turning to look.

"-A diaper?" Kyle finished, raising a eyebrow.

"JUSTIN! Mom told you not show people those! and I DID toss it out!" Alex huffed and whined, his cheeks going crimson then adding. "And DON'T call me Alexandra!"

"Whatever you say pamper pisser. Look, I went to go into our room to get something and was assaulted by the stink of your bed wetter pants." Justin said and then tossed the soggy thing at Alex, hitting him in the face and knocking him over.

the truth was Alex KNEW he'd tossed the diaper out this morning, he wasn't allowed to toss his very much needed bed time diapers out in the house trash because Dad and Justin would raise a fuss about it stinking up the house and he'd had to wait five minutes because the paper boy had stopped to talk to Mr. Johnson next door.

"JUSTIN GROSS!" Alex whined and sat up, whining and now smelling like stale pee.

"Whatever dork, go and toss your diaper out then take a shower..me and the guys are gonna start our movie early. Wonder twins, I'm sure you don't wanna stick around and hang out with a pamper packer like my little brother right?" Justin said.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Lyle huffed and went to put a supportive hand on Alex's shoulder, but then pulled it back.

he was with his friend but that didn't mean he wanted to get any of the ick on him.

"What he said! Everyone matures differently! Heck, Lyle only just stopped needing a night light this year!" Kyle said, then pout his hands over his mouth as his brother glared at him.

"...Pfffftt BWHAHAHAHAHA!" all three big bullies broke into gut busting laughter.

"I'm not the one who has to suck on a pacifier during thunder storms!" Lyle shot back and blew a raspberry at his twin who huffed and glared.

the bullies naturally were loving it as the twins only dug themselves in deeper and Alex just face palmed.

"Guys, you're NOT helping yourselves." He pointed out.

"Oh my god, it's a group of BABIES! No wonder they all get along!" Grizz laughed, slapping his leg.

"I bet their next sleep over is gonna have them in a crib." Rayne added.

"Alright pamper packers, out of the living room, this movie is PG 13 and I don't want you all blorting your pants when something scary happens. Wonder twins, get your asses home. Alexandra, go take a shower AFTER you toss out your pissy diaper." Justin said, unable to believe just how well all of this had worked out.

"Whatever jerk.." Alex huffed and got up.

he saw his friends off though the twins were still semi huffing and fighting, shoving each other as the walked away and Alex got his wet diaper tossed out without anyone seeing him.

as he went upstairs and got his shower ready one thing was on his mind.

'This means war. I'm gonna make him feel EXACTLY how embarrassing being seen in diapers around your fiends is.' Alex vowed to himself.

Ok, he had no idea HOW he was going to do so, but while Justin may of won the first battle, it was going to be Alex who won the war and prove his Brain's out did his brother brawn.

The movie was going about as well as could be expected since they had to keep pausing it to have anther laugh at just how dorky Alex and his friends were.

Of course Rayne and Grizz had known for awhile (even if Justin technically wasn't suppose to of told them) about Alex being a diaper filler. (and he might of exaggerated what all Alex used his diapers for)

Maybe a SMALL part of Justin had felt sorry for Alex being humiliated like that in front of his friends, but Grizz had actually come up with the idea and he didn't wanna look like a pussy in front of the guys.

Besides with it coming out that the twins were just as big of dorks as his little brother any real guilt had vanished and he toyed with the idea of dragging out Alex's old play pen out of the basement for the next time he had all his dorky friends over.

'heh, get some pacifiers to shut'em up..put them all in Alex's diapers and take lots of pictures. boom, homework and chore bitches till I graduate.' Justin thought with a smirk and chuckled.

"what's so funny? Oooo and I know that look. Someone's had a evil thought." Grizz asked.

"Heh.. How would you guys feel about making some diapered nerds do our homework for us?" Justin asked.

"well, could be funny, but where are we gonna find some?" Rayne asked.

"..." Grizz roiled his eyes

"...Rayne buddy just smile and listen." Justin said semi sweat dropping.

"I can do that!" Rayne said with a big toothy grin.

Shaking his head Justin started to explain his evil plan, and his friends laughed and chuckled, and were MORE then on board.

Getting out of the shower and drying off, Alex got dressed in a pair of black jogging pants and a t-shirt then sat on his bed with his laptop.

He tried different google searches trying to figure out just how to get his brother back in diapers but for the most part it ended up giving him story link's that he bookmarked to look over later and see if there was anything usable.

He did find a forum called little brothers revenge and it had some really wicked ideas for the most part, but only two threads popped up when he searched for diaper.

the first one was clearly bull with it talking about how this kid had pooped in a diaper and hide it in his big brothers room and gotten the big brother in trouble (and even if it wasn't, Alex would hold off crapping himself as a weapon of last resort.)

the other thread was old, and had been posted just before Christmas of last year and had a little brother talk about how he had set his brother up to look like he wanted diapers for Christmas and his dad had fallen for it, and so had the rest of the family.

Of course there was a lot of disbelief in the read over that and one guy commented 'pics or your full of shit!'

As Alex scrolled down, he pretty much thought the same but then his jaw dropped as there was a picture of a sleeping boy, in a t-shirt and thick diapers and sucking on a paci and a younger boy was in frame too, it was a semi selfie and was smirking and giving the peace sign. the caption under the picture read 'Believe me now bitches?'

"Hoooly shitttttt." Alex said, this guy was his hero!

he didn't seem to be activate on the forum anymore though, there were a bout a dozen replies and a few more comments from the guy but then he vanished.

his user profile did have a e-mail attached to it and so Alex snagged it and went to write the guy a e-mail.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: DUDE YOUR MY HERO!

Hey just wanted to say, I saw your post on Little brothers revenge and wanted to say how awesome that was and also I was wondering if you had any advice or tips on getting a big brother in padding. mine's being a total butt hole lately and just ugggghhh @_@

I had one idea about maybe like peeing on his bed after he gets up to frame him for bed wetting, what do you think? hope to hear from you soon!

E-mail written Alex clicked send and then went to kill some time play a few games online, never once suspecting that while he was trying to plot his big brother diaper doom, he was likewise plotting out Alex's downstairs.

It was a hour latter when Alex heard the ding that told him he'd gotten a reply and he switched tabs to go and take a look.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re:DUDE YOUR MY HERO

Heh, thanks for the high praise though I gotta warn you, first of all this is something you've gotta be reallllly careful with. Diaper humiliation is a double edged sword, trust me. Had a friend named Ken who tried this and now he's in diapers.

Anyways just taking a leak on your big bro's bed is dumb, you'll get busted for sure! what I'd recommend is making use of laxatives and pee pills in increasing doses till he's wetting his pants all the time and blorting them too. It's a longer game but better results.

what made you wanna get his butt back in diapers anyways, and FYI i expect 'baby pictures' when your plan works.

Alex thought about that for a second and couldn't help but wonder if maybe this 'ken' was really Ben, but pushed that thought out of his head as he started to write his reply.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re:Re:DUDE YOUR MY HERO!

Oh well, I'm a bed wetter and the butt hole went and fished one of my soggy diapers out of the trash and threw it at me while I was hanging out with my friends, trying to say i never tossed it out. so trust me, he totes has this coming.

I really got nothing to lose if I get busted since I'm in huggies every night so I'll try out your plan. it works out because he likes to make me get him drinks and snacks.

as for the picture of him once he's back in huggies heh, sure. thanks for the advice and I'll let you know when the plan starts to work.

E-mail sent Alex closed his e-mail and his game tab then went searching online for the best med's to get to reduce his brother to a helpless pants wetting stinker, only to pause after a few minutes recalling that Max had gotten in trouble awhile back for causing a series of messy accidents around school.

'nggggh..no way he'll be back yet though. I'll go and talk to him tomorrow.' Alex thought and set his laptop aside and laid back on his bed, thinking about just how much fun he was gonna have and ended up conking out.

which was unfortunate as he hadn't put on one of his spider-man diapers and with in ten minutes a wet patch was starting to grow on the front of his jogging pants, which while the dark color would hide it, the tan covered blanket he was laying on wouldn't.

"So when do you think we can do this?" Grizz asked.

the movie was basically forgotten but had been kept on to cover up their voices on the off chance Alex came downstairs (Small chance of that) or if their parents came back early.

"Welll that's the tricky part. I have to have all four of the dweebs here AND have my parents gone. they're going on a weekend trip in about 2 weeks though so I'll try and convince the dweeb to get the loser's club all over here." Justin said.

Rayne, who had just shut his mouth like he'd been told to raised his hand like he was in class.

"heh, Yes Rayne?" Justin asked.

"Aren't they into that dice game, Dragons and prison or whatever?" he asked.

"..Dungeons and dragons, yeah." Justin chuckled.

"Same difference. anyways, say you've been reading up on it and wanna try your hand at hosting a game, but just want them over before you embarrasses yourself in front of us.Most nerds I know love to play and will jump at the chance." Rayne said and smiled.

"Sweet fucking cthulhu. Rayne had a good idea." Grizz chuckled and to patted the bigger boys head. "good boy!"

Rayne beamed and was clearly proud of himself and Justin chuckled.

"Ok, I'll just have to learn enough about this nerd stuff to fake it and get them over. you guys will have to be ready to help though, I don't wanna risk one of the losers getting away." Justin said nodding.

"Hey, as long as I don't have to change any shitty asses I'm in." Grizz said.

"Wait, your gonna make them USE the diapers?" Rayne said and then laughed lots. "Gross!"

"Heh, well the best blackmail is a sobbing little brat in a stinky diaper blackmail. no way the dweeb will risk him in all his smelly glory ending up ALL over town."

"Man, I am glad your not MY big brother." Rayne said, never mind the fact Justin was pretty sure if he tried anything on the semi giant he'd be the one in huggies.

"Eh, No worries. you'd be a awesome little bro. Now all we need to do is go and pick the perfect pampers for them."

"Oh, I got it! There's this discount store my mom drags me to because they have her cream of wheat and other junk she likes cheap, but they got in a shipment of over night diapers for big kids, boys and girls. the boys has rockets and stars on them and are blue." Grizz said, setting up the best part.

"Oh, this is gonna be good." Justin smirked.

"the girls has unicorns and rainbows and are pink!" Grizz finished and cackled.

Plans set for his brother's diapered humiliation, the boys finally turned they're attention back to the movie.

After the movie it was getting late and so Justin sent the guys home as technically speaking they weren't suppose to be over, only him or Alex could have friends over for the most part if mom and dad weren't home. (Weekend vacations were the exception, though their folks made it clear the house had been be clean when they got back)

Whoever had their friends over was also suppose to clean up after them and after a chip fight in the living room Justin smirked, knowing he could get Alex to clean the mess up, since it would be Alex and his friend getting blamed for the mess.

Of course Justin usually made Alex clean up after him and his friends anyways but that always took a little bit more effort in the form of using the dorks undies to bounce him like a yo yo if he didn't listen.

He toyed with leaving Alex sulking in their room where he been since the shower and just letting the dweeb get in trouble but since it was Justin's turn to start dinner so it'd be ready and he didn't feel like cooking, he had to get Alex downstairs anyways to be a good little chore bitch.

"This will be SO much easier once I have the blackmail on him." Justin sighed to himself as he made his way up the stairs to the boys shared bedroom.

Opening the door he went to go and say something but was hit by the stench of piss and a quick look confirmed the little bed soaker had gone night night without a pamper on.

"Hey dork face! wake up! you pissed the bed!" Justin said in a loud voice.

"Ngggh a gigi boo..Five more minutes mommy.." the still mostly asleep dweeb said, trying to shoo Justin away.

"heh, baby talk? really? Wow, just when I think you can't lower the bar any more Little bro.. ALEXANDRA! WAKE UP!" Justin said then cupped a hand to his mouth and yelled.

Alex jumped sort in bed then sat up, eyes wide and panting, looking around.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" He growled once he locked eyes on Justin."ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK?!"

"No, but you had a wetting attack dork." Justin said and pointed.

Alex went to say something then looked down and went from pissed off to blushing and tried to cover himself up.

"Ah crap crap crap crap!" Alex whined and got up off the bed.

this was NOT good. not good at ALL! Dad was already riding him on the bed wetting and if he found out Alex had soaked the bed from a little nap he would NOT hear the end of it, or worse, dad would make him wear ALL day tomorrow!

"Ah..ah..Justin big brother who I love ever so much.." Alex started, swallowing and trying to put on his best 'I'm so cute help me' faces.

"Save it dweeb. I'll keep my mouth shut about your little..well BIG accident as long as you go and be a good little chore bitch and get the living room cleaned up and start supper." Justin said and leaned on the door frame, a evil smirk on his face.

Considering his options Alex just hung is head and then did a small nod.

"Butttt to show you I'm not totally heartless..I got some clothes that need to be washed so you can do them and wash your sheet at the same time as a cover up. I know, my kindness knows no bounds. just be thankful mom got you that rubber sheet or you'd be going to sleep in a soggy bed tonight." Justin said and laughed.

'gee he's all heart. letting me do his landry and clean up AND cook.. ' Alex thought but it WAS better then trying to explain the sheet alone.

"Yeah ok.." He said finally and went to strip stripping the bed.

"ah ah ah, what do you say to your kind and wonderful brother for helping you out?" Justin said, milking this for all it was worth.

'He has to be..ok no, I know him better then that.. just keep digging your grave jerk.' Alex thought then took a deep calming breath.

"Thank you for letting me do your landry big brother." he said, clenching a fist.

"Anytime dork. not get to it, you don't have a whole lotta time. my clothes are in the hamper in the bathroom." Justin said and started to walk away, then poked his head back in. "Oh and dweeb? next time don't forget to put on your diapies when your going for your afternoon nap."

and with that he walked off laughing.

"...I'm SO going to enjoy getting him in diapers." Alex huffed.

Changing into a pair of clean spider-man shorts and a captain America t-shirt, Alex got the load of landry started and then went to work cleaning up the living room while keeping a eye on the time.

the chips were everywhere and every time he though he was done he'd spot some more and wondered how much the three bullies had actually managed to get in their stupid fat mouths.

Between the cleaning and getting landry switched over he didn't have time to make anything too special so he went with the old stand by of making macaroni and cheese with hot dogs as it was quick and simple and his parents never really expected Justin to go all out when he was cooking anyways.

Dinner was ready and the landry was finished by the time their parents got home, Alex just had to go and get it out of the dryer but he figured he'd have time to do it stealthy after eating.

"So, what did you boys do for fun today?" Dad asked as they were sitting at the dinner table, a small grimace on his face at the prospect of eating the old stand by.

"Oh well-" Alex started by Justin cut him off.

"It was pretty much same old same old for me, went out and played some football with the guys and had fun. Came back though and I think The twins brought over some super sugar loaded snacks or something because Alex and them where have a chip fight and trashed the living room. it was cute though." Justin said and smirked, winking at Alex who's jaw hung open.

"Alex, you didn't!" Mom signed and shook her head. "After supper you'll be cleaning up the living room!"

"Oh don't worry about it mom, I know little guys like him just need to get it out of their systems. after the twins went home he was super pooped though, think it was a sugar crash so let him go and take a nap and I cleaned up the living room." Justin lied.

"Well that was was nice of you Justin, but in the future leave the cleaning for Alex to do." Dad said and shook his head at Alex. "Alex, we've talked about this."

Alex for his part was stuttering now, trying to think of a way to prove his innocence without getting scolded but first shots had been fired by Justin and there was nothing he could do now.

"Alex did you say thank you to Justin for cleaning up after you?" Mom asked and her tone made it clear if he hadn't she expected him to now, but again Justin spoke up.

"Oh, he's already thanked me for something else. see somebody was just SO sleepy when he went for his nap that he forgot to get his bed wetter pants on and well, Let's just say it's a good thing I had to do a load of landry anyways." Justin said as Alex,'s jaw dropped.

"Y-You said..you.." Alex stammered.

"Alex! what have I told you about not going to sleep without one of your diapers on?" Dad asked in a sharp tone.

"N-Not to do it again or..or.." Alex whined, looking down and feeling ready to cry.

this wasn't fair! he'd done everything Justin had asked him too and he was still gonna get punished!

"Or you'll be spending the next day in your diapers all day. Now I was hoping NOT to have to use that punishment but clearly you've left me no choice. you can still use the potty of course, in fact I encourage it, but you WILL be in diapers all day tomorrow." Dad said.

His tone left no room for argument and feeling hot tears start to slid down his cheeks Alex looked down at his bowl of food and sniffled.

"Yes sir."

After supper Justin offered to do the dishes if Alex would go and get the landry out of the dryer, but mom said since Justin had already cleaned up after Alex, made supper and did the landry for the most part he could go and relax and watch TV with their dad while Alex got the landry out and folded it.

Justin smiled and kissed his mom's cheek and asked if she was sure, but she insisted and so he went and plopped down on the couch, ready to watch some hockey with his dad and giving Alex a shit eating grin as the huffy and tear stained cheek dork started to stomp his way up the steps till dad called for him to knock it off unless he wanted to go to bed early.

'Oh my god. this worked out even better then I could of hoped! Mom and Dad are just too easy!' Justin thought, having to bite his tongue every so often to keep from laughing.

the dweeb had done all the work and yet here he was sipping on pop and munching on chips with their dad while the dork was off folding his undies and was gonna be a crinkle butt the next day.

'It'll be a nice little preview of whats to come.' Justin thought and let out a little chuckle despite himself.

"what's so funny?" Dad asked.

"Oh, just thinking of how silly Alex and his friends looked this after noon. they were like sugar crazed toddlers." Justin lied.

"heh, Next time you should try and get a video of it, I bet it looked cute." Dad chuckled.

Upstairs Alex was mentally cursing up a storm, pissed off and fuming like crazy as he folded pair after pair of his brothers skid marked undies.

'Son of a bitch! son of a bisket eating bitch! I'm not just gonna get him in diapers, I'm gonna make him the biggest dumbest big baby loser of all time! I'm gonna have him in the halls of his school in nothing but huggies and a bib and bonnet!'

of course a small part of Alex knew that going that far likely wasn't gonna be possible, it was a warm thought that helped him keep from just having a melt down fit that would of gotten his bun's blistered and him put to bed before it was even 8 pm.

He should of know better then to think that Justin was gonna hold up his end of the deal, or he should of spoken up about getting the landry done but nope. He'd trusted his big brother and was paying the price for it now in spades.

'And now I have to wear a diaper all day tomorrow..Maybe I'll wait till Monday to go and talk with Max.' Alex thought.

it would mean putting his plans on hold for a bit but he really didn't wanna waddle the block and a half over to Max's with pampers on under his pants.

Finishing up the folding and putting the clothes away Alex checked to make sure that his rubber sheet was dry and tugged in his blanket he'd hung out the window to dry (as it would of taken up too much room in the machines to do Justin's landry too) and with it dry he started to make his bed.

'God, what did I ever do to deserve a asshole like him for a big brother.' Alex whined mentally and finished making his bed, looking it over and then jumping and letting out a girlish shriek as a hand came on his shoulder.

"heh, Relax sweetie, it's mommy." Came his mother voice, sounding a little amused.

"That's ok, I didn't need that heart." Alex huffed, blushing and turning around to face his smirking mother. "what's up mom?"

"Well I wanted to come up and check on how the folding was going and to help you get ready for bed." She said with a smile.

"...Mom it's not even 8 yet, and it's a Saturday night.." Alex said, not liking where this was going.

"Oh You can stay up and everything till 11 like normal, but I just wanna make sure you don't conk out with your 'special armor' on." she said, using finger quotes.

"Mom I think I'm quite capable of putting my own diaper on." Alex huffed, feeling a hot blush cover his face.

"And yet you soaked your bed earlier." She cheerfully pointed out.

"T-That was different, I was just all tired and didn't realize I'd be conking out!" Alex whined, sounding more like a fussy toddler the the big kid he was trying to be.

"I know sweetie, but it kinda goes with my point. what if you just conk out again tonight? do you really wanna have to go to school on Monday in a diaper?" She asked, and the ruffled his hair.

The mental image of it stopped Alex's whining in it's tracks, picturing himself in a bib and spider-man diaper and sucking on a paci in the halls.

"No way! I'd Dieeeee!" Alex whined and shook his head no A LOT.

"well then let mommy help you out. And also if your gonna keep being so tired maybe we'll lower your bedtime for awhile." She added, then smirked and winced at the glare Alex gave her. "Now now, no using your super pouty powers on family."

"Moooom!" Alex huffed but resigned himself to his fate, when she got like this there was no getting her to back down.

He reached under his bed and pulled out his pack of spider-man diapers and noted that he was running low, and started to tug down his shorts when mom spoke up.

"Oh Alex, before we get your in your bed time diaper, do you have to use the potty?"

"mom, I know I wet the bed but I THINK I would know if had to take a leak or a dump you kn-" Alex started and then there was a loud 10 second poot out of his bottom and his tummy was gurgling.

"You were saying?" Mom asked, holding her nose but smirking."

"I-I'll be back.." Alex said in a small voice, blushing SO bad as he went past her he was shocked his hair hadn't caught on fire.

As she watched him go and had to fight the urge laugh, the little guy's undies had a fresh skid mark appearing on the back.

'Maybe I should look into getting him some of those washable training pants.' She mused.

One trip to the potty later and with Alex realizing what's he'd almost done in his undies, and the fight was all out of the little guy at least for the moment.

Zero fight was put up as he let his mom take his shorts and briefs and then proceed to diaper him, numbly just going along with her requests of butt up and the like.

"Are you sure your feeling alright? Maybe I should of checked your temperature before getting the diaper on." Mom asked, putting a hand to Alex's forehead.

"N-No I'm fine..just I dunno, Tired." Alex said, wincing.

he had to be the only boy his age to still get his temperature checked via the back door and it's wasn't that fun of a experience.

"Hmmm I think somebody better lay off of the sweets for awhile if it leaves you JUST drained after." Mom said and then started to tug Alex's blanket up on him.

"M-Mom what are you doing?" Alex whined, looking at the clock, it was 7:51 PM!

"I think you've had a big day, and your just not feeling that good. it would explain all the huffing and whining too. if you be a good boy and go night night for me now I'll see what I can do to get your father to back off with the all day diaper punishment tomorrow. I have to take you shopping for more diapers anyways with you almost being out and you get embarrassed enough as is when your in your undies."

Alex whined and whimpered a little but after a few seconds just signed and nodded.

"Good boy." She said and leaned down, kissing his forehead and then went and got one of his stuffie style Avengers from their display shelf and handed him Thor.

Lacking the energy to fight back Alex just took the offered stuffie and snuggled into it as his mom turned off the lights in the room and paused at the doorway.

"Night night little guy. Mommy will leave the door open a crack for you so you don't get scared. Love you and see you in the morning." She coo'ed/

"..Love you too mommy." Alex said, blushing.

He hadn't been scared of the door in like ages but somehow mom had the impression he still was and the only reason he wouldn't accept a night light was Justin would complain.

She left the little guy to go to sleep and Alex listened to her footsteps.

'This is bull shit. I'm not some little baby! I bet I don't even fall asleep till 11 anyways.' He huffed, crinkling and squirming in his bed.

Five minutes later he was snoring softly around his thumb as he sucked it in his sleep.

"So did Alex give you much of a fight?" Justin asked as Mom came downstairs.

"Just a token one, he's already gone to bed. I don't think he's feeling well and I think that should excuse him for needing his punishment tomorrow." Anne said, though the last part was more directed at her husband.

"Look, rules are rules, and if we start g-" Jackson started but was cut off.

"Excuse me, but who's idea was the rule that a D or worse meant no TV or computer time, and yet Justin who got a D on his last English test is watching the game with you?" She asked sweetly.

Justin gulped now and turned to his dad.

"Uh..you know..I think mom's right, we can't punish Alex if he had his accident because he's sick!" Justin chimed in.

"Heh, Nice try buddy but your mother is right in a way. I can't really punish your brother and not punish you. "Jackson said

"Soooo Alex isn't wearing a diaper tomorrow?" Justin asked hopefully.

"try again buddy, but do it in anther room so I can finish watching the game." Jackson chuckled and ruffled his sons hair as the 12 year old pouted.

"Finnne, I'll just go to my room an-." he started to huff and went to get up.

"ahhh nope. First of all I know you well enough you'll just go on your laptop." Anne said. "and second of all your brother is sleeping. Don't worry though, we have LOTS of board games you can play with me."

"Geee, spending Saturday night playing board games with my mom. aren't I lucky." Justin groaned

One mind numbing night of games later and Justin went to bed, taking note of the fact that Alex had semi drenched his pillow in drool and was still sucking his thumb.

'Heh, He's kinda cute...Still gonna make him a big dumb diaper nerd chore boy..but he's cute.' Justin thought before going and climbing into his bed.

as he went to go to sleep he had the most wonderful evil idea that could at the same time be played off as just being a nice big brother and help get 'revenge' on Alex for making him miss the end of the game.

'Hehehehe damn I'm so smart!' Justin chuckled and dropped off to sleep.

[princesscandijane]

Little sissy gets so wrapped up in her video game she probably doesn't remember soaking her diaper.

Hope everyone is having a wonderful Saturday. I've been lazy today, gave myself a pedicure and playing video games no time for potty breaks 🎮🌲😋

[peedinpampers]

How long have you been into dinners for

I began wearing diapers again when I was 4.5 and I begged my mother to put me back in Pampers and eventually she did. I wore Pampers 24/7/365 until I was 7. Then when I was 8 my mom caught me wearing a soaking wet diaper that I was peeing in when she came to wake me up one Saturday morning and when she discovered me in a soaking wet diaper she took me to the grocery store and she bought me 2 boxes of Pampers and I went back to wearing diapers 24/7/365 until I was 10. After I was taken out of diapers at 10 I started wearing in secret until I outgrew Pampers when I was 12 (I was heartbroken and actually cried when I outgrew Pampers). But I found a way to tape 3 of them together to make a bigger diaper that fit me (and I continued to wear them until I was 22 when a female friend introduced me to adult diapers [up until then I didn’t know that they even made adult diapers]).

[diapersouldylan]

Diap #4 was worn over Saturday and Sunday. It’s a large Dry 24/7 with two LPPs (largest production pads).

Diap #5 is a Mēd Dry with two tranquility contours.

Diap #6, which I am still wearing as I write this but is a soaked Secure X-Plus Large (produced in or before 2019), with three tranquility contours.

All of the configs are banded with Scotch shipping tape and Diap #4 isn’t marked. This post is being preserved on the internet archive, and I will print the page, fold it and put it in a dated Ziploc bag to be thrown in the black trash bag full of these diapers for any future landfill archeologists to gain context from.