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This has been an enjoyable journey. I also liked hearing your explanations on the characters in your comments and replies, Spark. It added more depth to the overall reading experience and added some more nuance to the characters and why they do the things they do.

I still have a bag of Active Air diapers but for now I'm using this as a chance to try other cloth backed diapers. I think Northshore has some? For plastic backed diapers I'm sticking with the Megamax and the Sunkiss from Amazon in pink. I do miss the adorable Rearz prints like their mermaids and alpacas and safari (perfect for a trip to the zoo! And absorbent enough usually no need for a diaper change or visiting the public toilets)

Bed bugs suck. Hope you enjoy the new mattress! I think there is a spray out that prevents/ kills bed bugs if you're worried about them coming back. I've seen it on some travel YouTuber videos.

You can never go wrong with purple. or pink! The rainbow diapers will be perfect for June!

I'm glad they are able to ship to the USA again, and hopefully at some point the tariffs will be lifted.

One of life's best solutions: Thicker diapers! Yeeeees! The thicker the better! 😁 Plastic waterproof mattress protector, a diaper wearer's best friend 😁

I hope the litterbug gets caught and their mugshot goes viral so everyone in their local community knows who the diaper dumping dodo is. Stunts like this reflect badly on the ABDL community as a whole. It gives ammo to those who do not like or find ABDL disgusting. "Look what those sick diaper freaks do!" Both vanillas and people in the fetish community who are not ABDL may already (generally speaking) not have a good impression of ABDLs and headlines like this only further cement and reinforce any negative impressions they may already have.

So far I've never been in that situation, but I'd probably do something like.... "Those pullups leaking? Funny thing, a friend/ coworker (who so totally is not a fabrication of the imagination) and I just had a similiar conversation. They're going through some health stuff/ their parents are and they found this awesome medical site (I'd go with Northshore, or LL Medico etc) and they said these incontinence garments are major game changers."

Oh we definitely have some intense moments coming up! I don't want to give away spoilers, but poor Cameron has some of his biggest battles ahead of him. His father is coming home, and Cameron still has to prove he can be a diapered big boy and mainstream successfully. Thank you for commenting! 🙂 Cameron will be facing his father and its got all the emotions and drama. After the old ABDL Story Forum shut down, I only had several rough drafts of Bad Seed left and they're a hot mess in need of major editing. Different parts of the story are scrambled over several documents at random so when I edit I have to piece them back together in order before I can sit down and really edit. 🤦‍♀️ Bad Seed was a NANO project many moons ago and I wrote chunks of it different times and places, hence the jumbled up order. Current Me is not happy with Past Me's lazy chaos. 🤣 But we will be hitting the end of Bad Seed soon! I'm glad you're enjoying the updates and remember this story from so long ago! I'm doing well. It was much free time as I'd like for writing but that's life. Thank you for asking. I hope you are doing well as well! Thank you for commenting! 🙂

I just fried them up in a cast iron skillet. We have an old grill but no propane for it and I didn't have the motivation to go out and get propane. We also have a small charcoal grill from one of my siblings when they were in college. But we forgot to get charcoal. So the stove won. 😂 An indoor grill like a George Foreman grill is on my to-buy list when I can find one for a good price/ on sale.

A very quiet day my way. Cookout wise, we just had some burgers and hotdogs, nothing fancy. Got some strawberries, blueberries, and whipped cream for dessert. 😁

Happy Memorial Day to my fellow Americans here. And Happy Monday to everyone else! For those who have today off, I hope you have an enjoyable holiday!

Thank you! I didn't even know Kiddo diapers still existed. I'm glad the owls are still around. The desing etc might be a little different but at least it still exists and it's plastic backed. I'm definitely going to have to get me some of them and try the new ones out. I like this print too!

Others already made great points, so I'll just say- for a thicker diaper or more absorbent diaper, I just add a booster to a premium plastic backed diaper. This is great at night or if I really don't want to change my diaper for an extended period of time.

My nostalgia doesn't go that far back but I miss the ABU Lavender diapers- a very pretty floral print and a lavendar scent! And the ABU Kiddo diapers with the green and blue owls. Oh damn nostalgia. I remember the old plastic backed Depends with the 3 tape tabs. During my exploring ABDL years, those diapers...I learned just how dependable Depends were back in the day! 🤣 And the old school 90's/ 00's purple Molicares that were generally considered to be one of the top of the line in abosrbency and thickness? I kinda miss those, too.

We've got only a few more updates until the end. Story threads are starting to wrap up, and Cameron still has some major hurdles to face. ************************* Cameron stayed home from school for two weeks while all the paperwork was processed. After the confrontation with Grandma Beatrice, he’d developed a fever. A doctor came on a house call and put Cameron on bedrest for several days. He was emotionally drained and even quieter than usual. Relief at avoiding permanent babyhood was tinged by fear of a new, uncertain future. As afraid as he was, he didn’t regret his choice. The regression nannies stopped coming. When Nanny Isabel had been fired, those empty afternoons on his own had unnerved him. He wasn’t used to being on his own. The security of his old routine had felt confining, but he was still adjusting to what to do all on his own. He was still learning to change his own diaper. The first few times he tried, he put it on crooked and it leaked. The days he was home, Lili skipped school to help take care of him. He didn’t have much of an appetite; he only nibbled at food until Lili forced him to sit at the table, tied a bib around his neck, and made him eat chicken noodle soup. When he slept in his crib, it was with the rail down to make it as close to a big boy bed as a crib could get. While waiting for the paperwork to go through so he could transition to the mainstream, normal classes, he was still kept in the R.T. program. Ms. Sweeney and Mrs. Vesper taught him all over again the skills he’d need to be with the normal students. Lili still picked him up after class, took him home and spent even more time with him working on the skills he needed to practice. He was still a little sloppy with his own diaper changes, and he preferred to have someone else do it, but he improved every day. The old skills came back quickly and with Lili at his side, he felt more confident. At home, alone, he still used his pacifier a lot, but he stopped wearing bibs. At school, he wasn’t allowed to use his paci for continually expanding periods of time until he could go all day without it. No more bibs, not even at lunch. At home, during meals, he sat at the table. His highchair was gone. He sat at one end of the long, ornate dinner table while Grandma Beatrice sat at the other end, pretending like he didn’t exist. Finally, the day came when he’d join the mainstream students. His schedule matched Lili’s; they were in every single class together. He wondered if Ms. Sweeney had something to do with that. Monday would be his first day as an official big boy. Friday after school, on his last day in the regression room, Lili ransacked his closet, unearthing his old big boy clothes from the depths of his walk-in closet. She sneered at all the primary colors and pastels. “You actually wore these to school? Not in the regression room? But in with normal kids? No wonder they made fun of you. This shit isn’t acceptable.” Saturday found Cameron and Liliana at the mall on the weekend before his big transition. It was just before lunch, so the mall wasn’t very crowded yet. He wore Lili’s clothes again; his pacifier was in his pocket as a hidden security blanket. He clung to Lili, both arms wrapped around one of hers and his head on her shoulder. The crinkle of his big baby diaper was lost in the murmurs of passers by, though he caught a few people giving them sideways glances and moving away from them. He wasn’t sure if they noticed his diaper, the way he held onto Lili, Lili’s snake bite piercings, or all the black clothing. Whatever it was, he refused to feel guilty. His diaper was covered, even if the bulge was noticeable and audible. His burns were all safely hidden. He peeked up at Lili. She’d stunned him when she picked him up this morning. She was back to her old dark clothing. She looked more normal, more comfortable and at home in an artfully torn sweater held together with oversized safety pins and spikes and black jeans with skulls and chains. Her metallic purple lipstick was back, too. She’d tried putting makeup on Cameron, but he wouldn’t let her. They butted heads over clothes. Lili wanted to turn him into a little gothic babydoll. Skulls, screws, lace, and safety pins weren’t his cup of tea. He didn’t mind some black, so he said yes to the more basic pieces she picked out. The rest he scrunched up his pert nose at and shook his head. She knew she could push and he’d cave, but she didn’t want to upset him, not when he’d already had so much upheaval in his life. She put her foot down at some of the horribly colored, juvenile monstrosities Cameron tried to pick out for himself. Cameron would’ve preferred his big baby clothes. He ended up with a lot of preppy sweaters and a few hoodies. Lili wouldn’t let him buy any tan khakis. She said that was just begging for an ass kicking. Cameron thought Lili just didn’t like khakis, but she had a good point about dark colored pants being better because the dark cloth would hide a wet spot better than a lighter color. Shopping took longer than it should have with all their arguing. Lili snuck into the dressing room at each store with him, to help him dress and occasionally check his diaper. Cameron was afraid they’d get caught and thrown out of the mall, but he never protested. The look on Lili’s face told him the issue wasn’t open for discussion. Neither one paid attention to the price tags or the final sale price as Lili dragged him from store to store, name brand after name brand. Mapleton had an upscale mall, complete with valet parking and the options to have your own shopping attendant carry your bags to your car, so neither Lili nor Cameron paid much attention to how much they paid or what all they bought. Cameron wasn’t sure how Lili had gotten Grandma Beatrice’s credit card, but despite Grandma’s words that she was done with Cameron, she wouldn’t want him to embarrass her in public; after all, he was still known as her grandson despite any family fighting. Lunch was followed by more shopping until late afternoon, when Cameron grew tired and overwhelmed by the increasing crowd. He sat on the edge of a fountain, watching water trickle down the statue of a dolphin and into the small pool filled with coins and koi fish. Lili was in line getting a fancy iced coffee for them. He’d never had one, but he knew they were popular. Lili said they were the big boy version of chocolate milk. Little children and their parents crowded around the fountain. He stared down at the toes of his brand new, red Converse sneakers and did his best to ignore them. The kids reminded him of the regression room at school, helping him feel at ease. He’d been working harder than ever at his therapy and mainstream training the last few weeks. He felt like he’d come a long way; crowds of strangers still made him nervous and anxious but he wasn’t on the verge of a panic attack, too terrified to be around strangers like the first time Lili took him out for ice cream. With Lili around, he didn’t feel so alone. She was always in his corner and that gave him strength and courage. She made him believe he could do this, could succeed in becoming a big boy and fully finish with his regression therapy, leaving everything but his diapers behind. “Hey. Um. I don’t- I never learned your real name- but the other kids all call you Freddy Kreugar?” The strange, hesitant voice prodded him out of his thoughts. His heart twisted at the name. He stiffened, exhaled slowly to calm himself down like he’d been practicing, and spoke without looking up. “That’s...not my name. I don’t like it. Please don’t call me that.” He spoke softly, struggling to force the words out at an audible level. He wished for Lili, but he knew he had to stand up for himself. If he could face Grandma Beatrice and Prissy, he could face anyone. Besies, if he got really scared he could just call for Lili and he knew she’d come running to defend him. “No! Sorry! I didn’t mean it like that!” The apology in the girl’s voice caused him to peek up. The girl was his age, in his grade; a senior, like him and Lili. He didn’t know her name, but her face was vaguely familiar. She was one of Priscilla’s old sycophants, not popular or pretty enough to be a friend; just popular enough to be on the social fringes of the in-crowd. She’d been all too quick to laugh any time Prissy or Max picked on him. Hell, she’d even picked on him herself a time or two in an attempt to impress the cool kids and earn a spot amongst them. Her brown hair was in a stylish bob and she wore a blue off the shoulder sweater dress with leggings and high heeled boots. Her crotch puffed out in a very similar bulge to Cameron’s. She was fashionably skinny except for that bulge...he knew a diaper bulge when he saw one. He was sure she was diapered, just like him. His eyes widened. She caught his stare, blushed, and tugged self-consciously on her hem. “I’m sorry for….do you remember? We were in some classes together? Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for everything I did back then. I’ve had some medical things...and now I kinda know what it was like for you and...well. Yeah. I’m sorry. It’s been some time, huh? We’re seniors now. Getting ready to graduate and go out into the world...it makes all the old shit seem so stupid and juvenile. Everything that was so important back then...it means shit now.” Her apology stunned him. No one ever apologized to him. When caught bullying him, superficial apologies had been offered to the teacher, along with empty promises of it never happening again. His feelings never mattered; it was his fault he was picked on, for being different. Here was a former bully approaching him and apologizing on her own. He wasn’t sure what to think or feel about this. Maybe bullies had feelings too? What caused her change of heart? He glanced again at the barely noticeable diaper bulge around her crotch. Did that have something to do with it? She saw where he was looking and blushed. “A lot of things have changed. Life’s shown me a different point of view. I...now, I understand what you’ve been through. And I’m really sorry for my part in it. It sucks. And it was wrong. I know that now. It’s been eating me up, and when I saw you I just had to come apologize. I know I’d want the people who hurt me to say sorry...so. Yeah. Sorry. This is awkward.” She laughed nervously. Cameron just stared at her. He knew he should just let it go. The old hurt was still there, but dragging it out, hurting her back, accomplished nothing. It wouldn’t erase the hurt. What he would have wished on her- that she knew his pain- she’d already had, from bully to bullied. When he still didn’t speak, she shifted awkwardly and he heard a faint, familiar crinkle from her waist. “.....I appreciate that.” He said softly. She smiled, relieved he accepted her apology and lifted the burden of guilt from her shoulders. “Thanks. That means a lot to me. So...you’re looking good. I guess all that big baby therapy stuff has been working out?” Cameron blushed. His rational mind said she was just trying to make conversation, but his heart and old insecurities insisted she was making fun of him. He dropped his eyes and didn’t answer. He shifted, his own diaper crinkling loudly. There was no hiding his diaper. It was thicker and louder than hers. He only noticed hers because he knew what to look for. She probably wore a big girl diaper- all white, cloth backed and not very thick. He’d leak in something like that. Yet her diapers were enough to entice other kids to pick on her. “Why Vicky, what a pleasant surprise, seeing you here. Catching up on old times with Cameron?” Lili called out, voice cutting through the murmuring crowd. She approached with a mocha frappuccino in each hand. Cameron smiled in relief at the sight of her; Vicky paled like she saw a monster. Lili handed Cameron his drink, never taking her eyes off Vicky. He tucked his hands in his sleeves, using the cloth as a barrier because the drink was so cold. “L-Lili?! You’re here with Cameron?” Vicky took a nervous step back as Lili stepped between her and Cameron, forcing Vicky away from him. “Or perhaps you were exchanging diaper changing tips? Perhaps you need something thicker? My offer of trying Prissy’s diapers still stand.” Lili’s unwarranted aggression, her protective stance clicked in his head- somehow Lili knew Vicky used to bully him and she thought Vicky had been bullying him right now. He touched his fingers to Lili’s. “She was apologizing. For...for something she did a while ago. I told her it’s okay.” “Oh?” Like a attack dog called off, Lili backed down. Vicky still looked fearful. “I-I should go. My mom’s on her way to pick me up. Nice seeing you, Cameron.” She turned and fled. From the back, her diapered state was more obvious. Lili looked like she wanted to call out something nasty, like ‘Better get that diapee changed so you don’t spring a leak.’ but one glance at Cameron kept her mouth shut. Instead, she sipped her frozen coffee. Cameron took a sip. Whipped cream and intense chocolate exploded on his tongue, underscored by a burned coffee flavor. He closed his eyes, savoring the creamy goodness. Milk chocolate had nothing on this. “Like it?” Lili smiled down at him. He nodded enthusiastically. She laughed. “Baby, welcome to being a big boy.” If this was part of being a big boy, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He sucked on a long pull of the green straw and cuddled into Lili’s side when she sat down besides him. She wrapped an arm around his tiny waist, his diaper crinkling under her touch.

I end up with too many remotes and most of them don't work. I have a remote from an old VCR player (the VCR player broke and got thrown out but I still have the remote). I have the remote from my old TV that wore out and needed thrown out. Still got that remote. I have another remote to a kaput DVD player that died a year or two after I got it. I have a remote for my current TV, and a firestick. I usaully only use the firestick because I get the other remotes confused and mixed up all the time. "One of these has gotta work. Dammit, which one is it?!!!" 🤣

The print is cute! Looking forward to reviews seeing how they function/ work. As others have already said, bigger sizes would be great in the future. Y'all are just starting out, and I can see why there would be size restrictions and small batches since it's a start up.

Congrats Elfy! Glad you won your cases and I'm sorry you went through that ordeal and all the stress and worry. It's good to publically name the scammer; it lets the wider ABDL community know and hopefully avoid going through this with the person. Hopefully enough community awareness is raised so the next time the scammer tries his scam, the ABDL content creater can be all "oh hell fuck no, I know all about you. Keep on truckin and leave me alone!"

Those look super yummy!

I'm sorry you're dealing with this. I've had a few of my stories plagiarized. Hell I've even had I one of my stories ripped off Amazon and sold on another site. Sadly unscrupulous assholes have always been part of humanity since the dawn of time. I second what has already been mentioned- contact the site admin. Aside from going legal and potentially outing your real life name etc. there's not much that can be done. You can always publicly name and shame them so the wider ABDL community knows who the thieving scumbags are. Some ABDL artists have had their art stolen too. I think a few years ago there was a kerfuffle over an ABDL author on Amazon who kept getting caught stealing other people's artwork and using it for their covers? Don't let the assholes steal your joy and ruin a hobby that brings you joy and fulfillment. Keep writing if it is something that you love to do.

I'd wear blatantly ABDL clothing in private or at an ABDL convention like CapCon or something- somewhere either in private or in a space geared for ABDLs/Littles. But out in the vanilla public? Oh hell no. Some things, IMO, just need to stay private. I feel that is forcing a kink onto an unsuspecting and unconsenting public. If it's just a regular t-shirt that says ABDL on it, someone may be able to get away with that or may just get a few odd looks. But going out in a full on ABDL baby gear or in a shirt that says something more obvious like "I heart poopy pampers" is a big old hell no for me. For me, that is way too obvious and forces my kink onto other random people. And actions like that can reflect back on the ABDL community as a whole. Part of the reason vanillas may associate ABDLs with pedophilia, aside from the diapers, etc, are the outlier ABDLs who end up doing something stupid/ illegal and end up on the news or in jail. Vanillas see that, go "Oh those diaper freaks are pedophiles" and judge a whole community. People are free to do what they want. But actions can have consequences, and by wearing obvious ABDL gear in public, that could out a person to their family and friends and may or may not cost them relationships, friendships, etc. Or if a person was outed by wearing ABDL gear and getting recognized, if word got back to their employer, well "sorry Person, we don't want any diaper freaks and potential pedophiles working at our company. We've got a reputation to protect and our customers or clients would be uncomfortable with you. Here's your pink slip, there's the door. Security will escort you out." Even wearing ABDL gear and just minding one's own business strolling through a mall or walking past a park. "Is that persona pedophile? Quick, call the cops!" Or someone just quietly calls the cops then you got some explaining to do to the people in blue. Maybe these kinds of things would happen. Maybe the wouldn't. Or maybe something else would happen instead. I'm just throwing out some of the potential risks and scenarios off the top of my head. My whole point- going out in public in blatantly obvious ABDL gear is pushing your kink onto an unconsenting public and there are a myriad of unpleasant results that may or may not occur. If a person does not care or wants to take the risks, that choice is up to them. I personally do not recommend it, there's just too many things that can go wrong fast.

Oh yikes! That super sucks! I hope it's not too hot in your area! Earlier last month we had some really bad storms and a lot of areas lost power, some people for up to a week. I got my power back after 24 hours. It was a bad storm that caused wide spread damage, but also our local leaders are complete dunderheads who totally mishandled and mismanaged the response and made matters even worse. I'm trying to set some money aside to eventually get a cheapo generator that would at least keep a few fans on and the fridge running in case of another storm. (or keep the heat on in case of a bad winter storm).