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I’m not sure why I had not read the entire exchanged series until now. I really enjoy your writing and world building. I have written in this world but just a short story not able to weave the kind of narrative you do. This one hit me in the feels. The separation of Amanda and Stacy, just seems heartbreaking. To form the bond they did and to never see her again, never have that Mommy/baby connection. Yeah that would just be brutal. it also makes me realize the importance of Bella as a character. Amanda will need that to help deal with the absence of Stacy. In fact, in my mind I can see a conversation between Stacy and Bella. How it was up to Bella now to take care of Amanda, it is one of the few aspects of the epilogue I think is missing. Ultimately, I have to admit, I wanted more but I get it. I cannot seem to write a story that spans more than a few hours and yours go for months. I am getting that “more” from “Lights, camera... what?” And honestly my only fear is that it too will come to an end and leave me wanting more. Thank you for all your hard work. It is appreciated.
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Long story short, I'm writing a kinky serial novel called "What to Get the Girl Who Has Everything". Each chapter of the story is supposed to be its own, stand-alone vignette. This is the first part that has diapers and ageplay as a core component of the scene, which is why I'm sharing it here. If you're generally kinky and want to know more about these characters and the broader narrative, I'm currently five chapters in, on LegitFic. The Bad Dolly [Scene], [Ageplay], [Diapers], [Bratting], [Living Doll], [Woody] I’m British, and generally I stick to Britishisms in my speech and writing. But like most people who are savvy to ageplay and all its trappings, I first learned about that type of play online. So in the context of kink, an absorbent undergarment is called a “diaper” in my mind. Not a nappy, never a nappy, because those are what babies wear. Eleanor is wearing a diaper. A big, pink diaper, with four tapes and a cute illustration of a bunny on the front. I can’t see her diaper, because she’s also wearing the most adorable party dress. A frothy garment of lavender silk, with an embroidered brocade bodice, and a Queen Anne neckline. All my partners are at least comfortable with this aesthetic. In those early days of unpacking ABDL for myself, I first only thought of it as something humiliating. It wasn’t until I started experimenting with it in the real world that I learned how much more it could be. Eleanor really goes in for cute things. Stuffed animals. Kid’s TV shows. A touch of the soft, gamer-girl aesthetic. I expect that it can be hard to be taken seriously if you’re a girly-girl who works with computers. At work she allows herself one concession to this part of her nature; her keyboard keys are cream and mocha, with matcha-green backlighting. You might guess which of my lovers gifted me my nice keyboard for Christmas. I like to drag the littlest part of Eleanor out to play. Usually on weekends where neither of us have any other plans, so I can dote on her, spoil her, give her lots of attention. Pick out all her clothes, and make all of her favourite foods. Supervise bath time, and tuck her into her crib for an early bedtime. When I helped her get dressed today I completed her outfit with sheer, gold tights to match the embroidery on her dress. And purple Mary Janes from Hot Chocolate Designs. Of course she’s wearing a fluffy petticoat too, since in my mind they’re high fashion. Eleanor is on the rug in the sitting room, on her tummy, using brush-tipped markers to carefully colour a detailed illustration of Princess Tiana. There’s a small pile of wooden blocks, depicting a rough impression of the Sleeping Beauty Castle on her left. That’s the one in Paris, if you’re wondering. She visits at least once a year. On her right, her dolly is lying discarded. He’s doing a very good job being patient. His eyes are closed, since he’s laying down. His breathing is shallow. I did see him tense his arms and legs a few moments ago, necessary to avoid cramping. But I can’t fault him, he’s playing his part perfectly and if Eleanor has noticed his occasional movement then she hasn’t said anything. When we started playing this game, she was carefully directing his movements with her hands. She drank a cup of sweet iced-tea, poured from a pink plastic tea pot. And then guided his hand, his cup, to his lips and had him sip. Her dolly hates iced tea, especially with copious amounts of peach flavoured syrup stirred in. His tea usually comes hot, with milk and white sugar. She was careless with directing his jaw and he dribbled most of it down himself. One little sharp exhale was his only reaction to the chilled beverage splashing over his chest and down between his legs. He really is a very good dolly. At least when Mama’s watching. “Hey Princess, Mama’s going to get herself a cup of coffee. Do you want something else to drink?” “No Mama, I’m not thirsty.” “Are you sure? You’ve hardly had anything to drink,” I tell her. To emphasise why I’m asking, I kneel behind her and slide my hand up the back of her skirt. She goes very still as I crinkle her diaper, squeezing the front, “Still dry. I’ll fill up your sippy cup.” I don’t see her rolling her eyes, but here, “Okay Mama,” is delivered with the long-suffering sigh of a preschooler who just wants to be left alone to play. So that’s what I do. When I come back into the room, with my hands full, my little princess Eleanor is lying on her back. Her cheeks are flushed and her arms are wrapped around herself. When she sees me she squeaks with indignation, “Mama, my dolly was bad.” “Princess, don’t be silly. Dollies can’t be good or bad. They’re just dollies.” “No he is. He is bad. Really, really naughty. He tickled me!” I laugh. I have to laugh. What kind of grownup would believe such a story? But it’s good to encourage imagination, and it’s fun to play pretend with little ones, “Ah… I see. Did your dolly really tickle you, baby girl? Is that what made you go tinkle?” “Mama, no, please… it wasn’t an accident. The dolly made me do it.” “Princess, I don’t mind playing along with you and making up stories. You have a wonderful imagination but it isn’t nice to fib.” “I’m not, I’m not!” “That’s enough. Here, I got you more of your favourite peachy-drink. Take a big sip for me, okay?” Eleanor takes the sippy-cup from my hand, no snatching, and brings it up to her lips to hide her pout. She stays flat on her back and drinks deeply. Her feet are pulled up so they’re almost touching her bottom, though her layers of skirts are still covering up her diaper. I like knowing that she wet herself while I was gone, that she has openly admitted it. And that there’s no hint of the humiliation I had once assumed must come with such an infantile act. I think she might be squeezing her thighs together as she works on the drink I gave her, making the wet diaper press against her vulva. On other days like this one, I’ve rested the sole of my foot against the front of her padding and had her grind against it. I’ve told her she’s a dirty little girl as she humped Mama’s foot, and had her echo it back to me. Saying “Yes, Mama. I am. I’m a dirty little girl, I’m all soggy. I just couldn’t hold it,” without a hint of embarrassment. If I had her do the same thing naked, rubbing her clitoris with my toes, she wouldn’t be able to look at me for a month. The dolly is essentially in the exact position he was lying in when I went to the kitchen. I’m a detail oriented person. If you spend every hour of every working week watching monitors, looking for things out of place, then you have to be. You wouldn’t have caught Danaerys Targaryan with a takeaway coffee cup on my watch. He’s lying on his right side, but his left hand is down by his waist now. It was under his chin, but I doubt Eleanor noticed the difference. He must like this new game an awful lot, to be putting in so much effort. I sit back on the sofa and go back to flipping through a novel. Eleanor rolls over and goes back to her colouring book. She’s putting a lot of effort into getting the highlights in the Tiana’s hair just right, trying to make it look more like her own. Even Tiana’s usual light green dress has been shaded gold and lavender to match the one my own princess is wearing. When its finished, this one is probably going on the refrigerator. I know what I have to do now. It’s essential that the grownup leave the room, and it’s fun to not know exactly what to expect when I return. The whole scenario was Elle’s idea and when they explained it to me together they could barely suppress their giggling to get the words out. This is a pretty common way for us all to play together. We’re well past negotiating scripted scenes like we did in the early days. We can assume roles we’ve played before and improvise, like an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. My life is pretty, pretty, pretty… good. So I think of an excuse to leave the room again, “Say babygirl… I think I’d like a cookie. Do you want one too, as a treat?” “Ooh… are they double-chocolate, or triple-chocolate?” “They’re chocolate, for sure.” “Hmmm… nah. I mean, no thank you. Maybe after dinner.” “That’s a good choice princess. I’ll be right back.” took a moment to check my messages in the kitchen. When I finally return, disaster has befallen the sitting room. The markers are strewn all over the floor, some rolling away under the furniture. Sleeping Beauty’s Castle is once again a pile of wooden blocks. Princess Eleanor is sitting up, holding the tattered remains of her colouring page, sobbing with real tears. The dolly is face down on the armchair with his bottom in the air. There's a scarlet handprint on his naked bottom and I have a pretty good idea what happened while I was gone. “Ellie-Bean! Why did you tear up your picture? You worked so hard on it!” “I di-i-dn't…” the wailing cry is punctuated by deep, gasping breaths, “it was that mean, mean do-olly, Ma-mama. He tore up it, and he broke my caaa-stle!” This is all within the proper rules of the game, of course. I do wonder which of them decided the picture would get ruined. Dolly isn't the vindictive sort, but he does like to show off for me. “Little one, this lying really doesn't suit you. It looks like you hit your dolly, and then threw him over on the chair. And your pens, and your blocks, and everything else.” “It wasn't! I didn't! It was the… it was him!” “Eleanor Emani Green, are you really answering back with more lying? What has gotten into you today?” “Mama I'm not. I'm not lying, he ripped it up and he…” “That is enough,” I interrupt, finally raising my voice a touch. She falls silent as I cut her off but shows her frustration by balling up the shreds of paper she’s holding. “I think you’ve punished yourself enough by ruining your drawing, but if I catch you lying to me again you are going over my knee. Do you understand?” “Yeah.” “Is that how a Princess speaks? Where are your manners?” “Yes. Mama. I understand,” she spits out acidically. I had been fighting an overwhelming urge to cuddle her up, kiss, and console her, all fueled by her tear-stained cheeks. But that dissipates in an instant. The dolly is shaking with suppressed laughter behind her. We all know where this game is going, and I can’t wait to let it happen. But I’ll correct him for this weakness eventually. I know the cane is effective, though dressing him as Eleanor’s baby doll and having him practise the part for the rest of the weekend would also help him develop this new talent. The crib is absolutely big enough for the both of them. “I’m going to get a few things so we can clean up. You’re going to help, do you understand?” “Yes Mama,” is delivered with the same venom as before. When she does get her spanking I’ll pull out all the stops. It actually takes me a moment to find the dustpan and brush. Shaun has apparently installed a few hooks on the back of the utility room door and a number of useful household tools and cleaning supplies are hanging there, hidden away. I take the time to wonder how long it has been since I did any real cleaning, that I didn’t notice this. Is that where the bottle of laundry detergent always sat? Did I always buy these biodegradable cleaning sponges? Between the three of them, my pets cover about half of the mortgage. We rotate paying for groceries each week. Eleanor shells out for the fastest internet connection that’s available in our location. They do the chores that need to be done, and Shaun gets off on doing the lion’s share. I make sure that I make some noise on my way back to the sitting room, so they know I’m coming. I clatter the dustpan and brush together, and call out to ask my little princess if she’s ready to help me pick up her toys. When I come back into the room the Dolly is the one lying down, probably exhausted. This time his breathing is deep, as if he’s recovering from some strenuous activity. The accessory between his legs, the one Ken doesn’t have, is flying at half-mast. Eleanor has a sticky white glaze all over her lips and chin. She doesn’t miss a beat with her accusations. “Mama, mama… that’s awful, mean Dolly… he did the worst thing, when you were gone. The worst.” “Baby girl… think very carefully about what you say next.” “No Mama, Mama… please listen? He put his thing in my mouth. His boy-thing.” “Eleanor, please don’t do this. Dollies don’t have boy-things and girl-things. They’re smooth all over.” “Mama, stop it. Stop being a stupid, stupid grownup and listen for one second.” Now it’s my turn to deploy the same venom that she used with me, before I left the room. I bellow out my one-word command to “Stop,” and let it hang in the air. I enjoy her performative look of shock, the way she instantly falls silent. “Stop it. Right this instant, and give me your hand,” I tell her. She puts both wrists behind her back and starts protesting loudly. “No, no Mama. I swear I’ll be good!” “It’s far too late for that. You’ve been lying to me all day.” I grab a hold of one of her wrists and twist her arm. I’m careful to not use it to lever her up onto her feet, but firm enough that she really has no choice but to move. “I don’t think you’re a princess at all. I think you’re just a naughty little girl who doesn’t know how to be polite.” “Mama, please… can’t we just put the dolly back in his box? Can’t we take him back to the shop and get another one?” “Do you really think you deserve new toys after today?” I let myself fall back onto the sofa and bring Elle with me. I start arranging her petticoat and skirt so I have access to her thighs. The copious frills are all bunched up at the small of her back, where I’m still holding her hand in a hammer lock. “No Mama. No, I don’t want new toys… I don’t want a spanking… I just want that stupid, mean dolly to go away. Put him on the garden wall so someone else will take him home. Please Mama, anything, just please listen?” I love it. I love all of it. There’s so much, all this pleading desperation, this wretched litany. I know I’m not to believe a word of it, even though the dolly’s spent cock is right there in front of me. Even though his cum is smeared all over my little one’s face. The thing I’m looking forward to most is when she stops complaining, and starts crying real tears.
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The story is good. Don't take the absence of replies as absence of interest, sometimes there's just not much to say. Plus you've got an advantage - it's a bit of a dry period at the moment.
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How did you get started wearing diapers?
247dlwear replied to Diapered Brian's topic in Diaper Lovers
I love reading these stories. I'm the youngest of 3 and I have great parents. I hear stories of abuse that was not my case. I have dyslexia (a learning disability) I was potty trained late some where around 4. My first memory of waning to wear a diaper was around 4 or 5 and I took toilet paper and stuffed it in my underwear, my brother and sister made fun of me. I also remember around the age of 7-13, we went to my grandparents and I took some diapers from my relatives and put them on. I remember doing this multiple times and taking some home. During this time I would take maxi pads and make a home made diaper in my underwear. For a time I would only get a maxi pad from time to time and wear it between 13 and 16. When I turned 16 I got a job as a janitor at and office. There was a lady that has worked there years and she just turned 40 and they thru a party for her giving her gag gifts. One of the gifts was a package of adult diapers (Attends). (This is the 80s). This is were I discovered adult diapers. I was in heaven. I remember going to the town over and buying some adult diapers. Once I moved out of the house and out of college I started to wear every night. I also thought I was just a weirdo who like to wear diapers. I didn't think there was anyone else like me before the internet. Once I started my carrier I started my path to 24/7 and now I have been 24/7 for over 20+ years with no plans to go back. -
You may be on to something. As one of the responders indicated, many people have a negative association of sleeping in wet sheets. That may create a subconcious bias towards only bedwetting if in a diaper at night vs "anytime anywhere" bedwetting. In theory, sleeping for weeks without a diaper, wetting the sheets whenever the urinary urge comes on could reduce / remove that barrier. Meaning, training ones self to be comfortable letting go without a diaper every night. Eventually your body will let go automatically into the sheets (even without a diaper) Of course, you'd need to also be comfortable sleeping in a wet bed every night and probably have to reposition the idea of laundry every day to a positive. If you're wetting while asleep without a diaper consistently, I am confident you would likewise wet while asleep even with a diaper. Speaking from experience, I am maybe 25% to half used to sleeping in a wet bed (If the diaper majorly leaks, I won't change the sheets until the morning. But I do take off the wet shirt and usually the underpad and set them aside for the morning. That said, I have trained to uncontrollable wettings at night when in a diaper (Example- staying in a friend's new bed, minimizing liquids and peeing right before bed to not have an accident THAT night... but awakening having soaked the diaper and stained the bed without remembering it anyways) "Wetting without remembering" may happen up to several times a week, but I can also go maybe 2 weeks where it doesn't happen. A therapist once told me it's best to "go with the flow" meaning enjoy when it happens but don't stress if it doesn't (versus worrying about wetting or not wetting). Seems to work.
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Little BabyDoll Christine replied to LGGrace's topic in Rainbow Diapers
I do not see any need for a psychiatrist: too heavy duty. More of a psychologist, who if he or she is worth anything will tell you "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" and since you are not dysphoric ("I'm in the wrong body") then there should be no problem and nothing to fix. It is just that your personal gender is wide-ranging, like mine. That has to be managed so that it is not off-putting (remember, it is psycho-social. If there were no sexual dimorphis, or if you were the only person in the world, the category "gender" could not exist). Also, a baby firl does not know she is, or what it means to be a girl, that part of the brain has not developed. Gender sets in during the late 3's to 5 y/o timeframe. So, if you recognize youreslef as a boy or girl, you are probably 4 or older. Otherwise those terms are only workds that others call you. Now, I chose to manifest here as a girl since I could do so here quite efficiently, but I have demonstrated that I could manifest as a boy, you will find some of my posts in the Little Boys' Tree Fort. I was also a member of the TGGuide and GirlTalk To. Given that when I was little, baby things were associated with girls and laides, that is what I am like here. From what I understand, 'Gender" is behavioral and the individual gender-related behaviors are either masculine of feminine. Most persons, unless they are testorsterone or Estrogen poisoned are, maybe unwillingly, a mix. When I was little, if I was told something I liked a lot or found useful, was "for girls" then, for that particular thing, I would thinkd "then I must be a girl" . If I was told it was for boys, then "I must be a boy"; as you can see, I was very self-possessed. Over time, these kinds of events recurred and I became who I am. What you end up with is your personal gender, which is different for most of us since we generally chose different things from each of the two "piles" To get more on me see my blog "The Making of a Little Girl" I am proud of one thing; bringing the tiara fancy to the TGGuide and GirlTalk To. That was spectacular with members "having" to have multiple tiaras almost overnight. I did the same at Wetville (Bytemine's AABDL forum) -
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Low end cloth backed what I think may be a prevail or other such diaper. Part of my loose stash of diapers with no original packaging. Good for a couple hours.
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"Right now, you don't have any choice, little lady. You have been messing up with your classes for too long to make that decision now. Something has to be done, and before we can send you out, you need to have your pants changed." I frowned at your attempts to get away from me. I pull the stubborn little lady around and squat down eye level with her holding her arm. "Look, little Miss. I get it. You are scared of what your parents and what the counselor are going to say about what has been happening, but I'm here. I know at least in my classes, you'd been struggling a little bit even before you pulled these problems. I know something is wrong, and I will help you explain it, if you need it. I'm on your side, even if you don't want to believe it."- 10 replies
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Larry came back to the library about two and a half hours later, and looked around. Honestly, he normally would have still been out for another near hour, but he was too worried about the child he was taking care of. He was whistling though, and felt good about what he was doing. He had actually just been in Bible study the last part before he ditched and they were talking about Cain's quote: "Am I my brother's keeper?" He smiled to himself. "Yes, Lord, I am. And my brother's child's keeper, too. I promise, she will not be abandoned until I know she has everything she needs. She will not go to the system again, if I can help it!" He walked into the library, and looked around here and there until he saw the little teen girl sitting nearly napping with a book or two around her. He started to slip up close to her, and was nearly on top of her before he made a sound that gave way that he was there....
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Lost competition (privat with typicalrassianparent)
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Catherine, after drinking the water, began to feel very sleepy and could not resist... "Don't you dare talk to me like that... I'm not a babygirl. I'm a grown girl." 6 Catherine said, weakly push away from Anna, with difficulty... But soon, she could no longer fight with sleep and fell asleep... In her sleep, Catherine felt like someone were undressing her, doing something with her... The next day, Catherine has difficulty opening her eyes and sees baby clothes on her and feels a pacifier in her mouth that she cannot spit out... "Help. Is there anybody here?" Catherine has difficulty speaking with pacifier and sees a diaper on herself, when she throws off the blanket..- 16 replies
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“What do you mean I can’t be by myself?!” Bailey fussed. “I’ve been by myself for a long time! It’s just height! That’s it!” She said in a stubborn way. “I’ll be fine, just go!” Bailey motioned towards the door.- 131 replies
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"Well you can't stay here all alone in your condition, silly!" She shook her head. "Either I have to stay here with you, or you have to come with me." She said and huffed. "What's it gonna be, princess?"
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“No way! I can’t go out like this! No way, no how!” Bailey exclaimed, flustered. “I’d make the headlines! And n-not in a good way!” She emphasized as she repeatedly shook her head.- 131 replies
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Anya nodded. "We'll do that in good time... but first we have to make sure we have something for you to wear if you keep shrinking like this!" She gently helped her to her feet. "Come on now, it's alright. Let's go shopping at your favourite stores." She encouraged and wiped the last of her tear streaks away.
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“We do still need to find a cure though…” Bailey said, sounded as logical as she ever did sound. But where would they even start? It’s magic for crying out loud!- 131 replies
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"We'll get you more clothes... We'll make sure you don't suffer, Mistress..." she whispered. "I won't let you go through this by yourself, I promise. You don't have to be scared." She said softly. She hoped that the girl wouldn't fight her on this...
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“No I don’t! Nothing fits me any more!” The girl fussed though she was considered more calm now that her maid was rubbing her back. Why was she sticking around, anyway?- 131 replies
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Anya nodded and rubbed her back. "Don't worry. I'm here for you!" She cooed and held her close. "I told your dad I would take care of you, and that's just what I'm going to do." She reassured her. "It's alright now, you still look fine!"
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