I received this two cute diaper cover/plastic pants in the mail yesterday. This two product is order and made bay JayKay Baby. It dont seems like he is able to make some new diaper cover right now of this two prints but if you send him a note and ask him he maybe can find some more fabric of this design or something similar that you like instead.
The pants is very soft and nice to wear and the inside is soft to everything whit this two product is so soft and nice to touche. The quality of this products is very good and i dont regret my order. The products quality is better than I had expected. So i really recommend this shop if you thinking about to order from it.
JayKay Baby make some good quality product for the ABDL community :)
After seven weeks of getting the tar off me, (it was completely solid, which made the process even longer), I was strapped to an examination table until I was needed again. Then, the researchers had knocked me unconscious and locked me into a stretchy, latex diaper for another experiment. They tied my hands behind my back and glued them together to make sure I couldn’t get out. They locked the door of the small room and it went silent. After about an hour, I had completely soaked my diaper. After about three, I realized that I messed in my diaper a lot more in my buizel form, and the diaper had filled up a lot. My sense of smell must have decreased too, because the smell wasn’t bothering me too much. Two hours after that, I started to think they weren’t coming back, and I struggled as hard as I could against the restraints, but they held tight, and all I did was spread the mess around in my diaper… A tube suddenly dropped down from the ceiling and got forced into my mouth. The tube forced me to eat a lot of mushy food, but then I felt something hard for a second in my mouth before it was forced down into my stomach.
7 hours later, the researchers were surprised to see how much I had filled my diaper. They both gagged when realized how bad I smelled. I couldn’t help but smile as they argued about who had to change me. But I don’t think I’m going to be changed anytime soon, because no one know’s where they left the key, and I have a strange feeling the hard thing I was fed gave a good indication of where it was now…