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  1. Alright, not sure if this post has been posted before, but I think this is more of a unique post. I am looking to start bedwetting again, bedwetting as in peeing while asleep and waking up in the morning in a wet diaper without knowing I peed. Now I have done a lot of research into this, but still have a few questions I need answered, if anyone can answer them. This is my plan to start bedwetting: Wear a Tena Ultra Brief to bed Drink extra fluid before I go to bed When I have the urge to pee I will pee in the diaper and go back to sleep Now all this will work with repetition, but I have a few small problems. No matter how much I drink before bed, I don't wake up to pee throughout the night and when I wake up I have to pee to the point of bursting. Now this isn't going to work to bedwet if I can't wake up through the night to wet the diaper and fall back to sleep. Also I want to shrink my bladder size so I can't hold much at night so It is hard to hold the pee and I just go or wake up to go. I have heard taking 2-3 drops of 35% FOOD GRADE hydrogen peroxide in a 12-16 oz glass of water will shrink the bladder immediately, has anyone heard of this and is it safe? Here are my questions: How can I wake up through the night and go pee in the diaper, then go right back to sleep? How can I shrink my bladder so at night I can't hold much pee? Does taking the FOOD GRADE hydrogen peroxide shrink my bladder, and is it safe? If anyone can answer these questions and give me your opinion on my plan if it would work, let me know! Thanks!
  2. Dan was a normal 16 year old lad. He was in high school about to enter his senior years. His mom had had him when she was 16. And when Dan was 14, she was pregnant with twin boys. Dan never babysat or helped out with them until now. It's friday night and Dan was off to meet his girlfriend. He noticed his mom was dressed up. "Danny don't forget you're babysitting tonight. They won't be any bother. Just get them in clean diapers and into their pyjamas at 7pm" his mom says "Mom I have plans with my girlfriend tonight" I reply "Well tough. I haven't had a night out since before I had the boys and they need to spend some time with their big brother" she replies as she kisses all her boys. Chris and Chase were sitting in the sofa in a shirt and diaper. Dans mom left the house. "Well. How hard can it be?" I say to myself as I text my girlfriend and explain what's happened. Dan was in for a surprise.
  3. Chase Was 15 he has blond hair and wore tshirts and shorts even when it was cold out. he was about to graduate to junior His mom was pregnant when Chase was 13, she was pregnant with twin boys. Chase never helped with his brothers he just stuck to him self. It's friday night and Chase was going to go out with his boyfriend,but as he was about to leave he noticed his mom was dressed up. she looked at him "Chase your babysitting for me tonight ok" He quickly tried to argue "But mom i was gonna meet with.." but she cut him off "sweetheart please just this once.. you can go out next time ok.. " she smiled . he sighed started nodding "Fine.." she smiled leaving "Bye sweety thanks again" he gulped "Now where to are those little munchkins"
  4. So basically I have a desire to wear 24/7. Now I saw on Amazon you can get 44 Pampers Underjams L/XL for only $23. With this price I could probably buy a whole years supply. I would only be buying Underjams due that they are small, thin, and quite. Also I am pretty sure more absorbent then Goodnites, correct me if i'm wrong. Now I am still living with my parents ( No i'm not underage, just haven't moved out yet lol ) and I would like to keep it to my self as there is no need to involve your parents into this fetish . Now I would only be wetting the Underjams, no poop as it is too much to take care of. So my question is, do you think I would be able to wear 24/7 without family knowing or questioning it? Also do you think I would possibly get use to wetting the diaper that I would wet without knowing ( kinda like incontinence, but just untrained I guess... )? And one last thing do you think they would hear the Underjams under my boxers and pants? Let me know what you think about this, should I do it or no, money is not a problem. Thanks for reading and hopefully some of you can answer my questions and give your opinions on this. Instead i'm looking to bed wet again. I have the finances and also a disposal for the diapers un-noticed. I would be wearing Tena Ultra Briefs. I would buy a diaper pail to keep the diapers till I have time to get rid of them, also it will keep my room smelling the same. I will wear a diaper each night with full confidence in them, I will also drink some water before bed. Now I would go through with this if I only knew how to make myself wake up through the night to go pee and how to shrink my bladder. I don't want to invest money into if I can't ever get up to pee, or not be able to shrink my bladder which is a big part in bedwetting IMO. Can anyone recommend some ways to wake up through the night to pee and how I could shrink my bladder size? I have heard about taking 1-3 drops of 35% food grade hydrogen peroxide with a 12-16oz glass of water will shrink your bladder immediately. No it is not harmful at small doses, plus it is food grade, so no stabilizers or chemicals, correct me if i'm wrong please. Anyways, let me know
  5. I've always been curious about how much poop my diapers can actually hold. I've always been a big pooper and experienced real bowel incon for a few years after surgery. At the time I enjoyed it. I was lucky in that my poop was usually pretty firm but not hard. I think it was all the opiates I was taking that kept me from having runny stool. Never thought I'd be saying this but I was glad when control returned. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it. But it did get old after a while. Since my surgery (~ 20 years ago) I was advised to introduce a fiber supplement to my diet. I started with the prescribed dossage and in short order was having 3 or 4 large bm's a day. All big, semi firm to soft and accompanied by intense urgency that left me little time to get to a bathroom. My wife at the time was a nurse and took great care of me. While she was good about changing my diapers she never showed any interest beyond cleaning me up. My control slowly returned but I continued the "fiber therapy" as I was enjoying several very satisfying, problem free poops a day. Fast forward a few decades and I'm single, living alone off the grid and enjoying friends and family on my terms. I enjoy the anxiety free diaper time that comes with knowing I have complete privacy. Nobody comes without calling and if they do they find the gate locked like I'm not home. I get to be 24/7 whenever I choose. (and it's been a lot of 24/7 these past few years.) There has been much talk here about public messing. I do it as a matter of course. With my daily heavy intake of fiber (Metamucil) I can poop naturally (no straining) in any position and go in my diaper anywhere I happen to be. My diapers do a good job of containing the smell and I also take Nullo pills. There might be a very slight pungency to my aroma but it's minimal. My diaper of choice is a dry24/7 disposable as a liner (keeps most of the poop off my outer cloth diaper pull-up) with plastic pants. While it sounds bulky (it is) it's easy to disguise and mobility is no problem. So here I sit , retired, content and of course diapered. I have done so much experimentation over the years I know how my body works. How it reacts to certain foods, transit time, consistancy expectations and the # of "events" on any given day. I wanted to see how much my diapers would actually hold. I put a strip of white duct tape around the leg openings to minimize leg hole blow outs regardless of how full my diapers are. I started over the weekend by slowly increasing my fiber intake. On Monday morning I began the serious fiber loading. You must remember I've been doing this for decades and my body is used to it. If you're new at this you might want to ease into the fiber slowly over a month so your body can tell you how it will react. This post will continue in the next post so I don't time out and lose everything.
  6. Michelle walked as fast as she could to keep up with her three friends. She had been doing the same thing almost everyday for four years. Three blocks to her house from the high school. Morning and afternoon, her short legs had to work hard to keep up to the much taller girls. It was the last day Michelle would have to do this. In September she would be going to University. Her three friends had been with her from the start. Even though they treat her like a little sister, they have all kept her from being bullied. Lucky for Michelle, they are very popular girls and she got to hang out with them. The three girls stopped at the last corner before they went one way and Michelle had to go the other way. Just two houses down was her home. Her friend Tracy bent down and placed her hand on Michelle's shoulder. "I'm going to miss looking after you. Get your mother to call me." she said, then stood and Michelle watched them all walk away. That was strange Michelle thought. Why would she want to talk to her mother. 'Whatever' Michelle thought and started running toward her front door. Michelle opened the large front door. "Hi Mom, I'm home." Michelle's mom, Candy came from the kitchen wearing an apron around her jeans and blue blouse. "Hi honey, how was your last day of high school?" "It was good. I think I did good on my history exam. I'm just glad its over." Michelle said, setting her back pack down at the stairs, leading up. "Thats great. Come into the kitchen. I made some cookies and I have some exciting news." Michelle followed her Mom into the kitchen and sat down. Candy brought over a plate of cookies. Chocolate chip, Michelle's favourite. Candy returned with a glass of milk. Michelle grabbed a cookie and quickly took a bite. "So what's the big news? Oh and Tracy said she wanted you to call her. Why would you call her?" Candy sat down in the chair next to Michelle. "I'm not sure, thank you for telling me. Anyway, I talked to my sisters and they rented a big cottage starting tomorrow for two weeks. You and I are going to leave in the morning." Michelle set her cookie down on the table. "What? No! I don't want to go. I'm suppose to start working at Dad's tomorrow. You know that! I need the money for University." Candy put her hand on Michelle's arm. "I talked to your father. He said, you could start when we get back." Michelle was not happy, not happy about this at all. "I need the money Mom. Toronto is expensive." "I know it is honey. That's why you should be going to the University here. That way you can live here and not have to worry about it." Michelle lived in London. It did have a very good University but she wanted to get out of this house and live on her own. She was eighteen. She loved her Mom and Dad but they could be a little overbearing. Maybe it was because of her small stature and a few other things, but it didn't matter, she just wanted to be out on her own. Candy wanted Michelle to go to University in London and stay living in the house. She was worried about her going off to Toronto all by herself. Tracy was going to Ottawa, there would be no one to look out for her. The little girl might get trampled on in the big city or worst. She would never survive! Candy has been working slowly the past few months on Michelle. With some luck and careful planning, Candy has Michelle wetting her bed again. Not like she did when she finally stopped wetting 4-5 nights a week, but it was happening again, 1-2 nights a week. Three nights this week. Candy had placed the plastic sheet back onto her bed, which had been absent for almost 3 years. She has also mentioned more then a few times that maybe Michelle should start wearing protection again. That of course was quickly turned down by 18 year old Michelle. Candy was hoping that her little girl might have second thoughts about sharing a room, if she was worried about wetting her bed, the more reason to stay home and attend University in London. She had limited Michelle's liquid intake after 7pm the past 3 years, but she slowly started giving Michelle more and more drinks after supper, a tea here a soft drink there. She played a ocean sound track after Michelle was asleep, hoping her small bladder would return to letting lose halfway through the night. Low and behold Michelle did just that. Candy is a little surprised that Michelle hadn't caught on to why she has returned to bedwetting and did nothing other then making sure she used the bathroom before going to bed to try and stop it. Candy was very determined to use the next two weeks to make sure her daughter would have no choice, but to stay home and attend University right there. "But MOOOOM. I don't want to spend the next two weeks with those little kids. I will just end up babysitting, when I could be making money, working at Dad's." Candy shook her head. "Oh honey, Abby and Gail are 15. Sarah is 8. I don't think you will be babysitting. You will have fun with the twins." Candy smiled a little. There was going to be babysitting, but not in the way Michelle figured. Michelle has not seen the twins since Christmas. She is not very fond of them. Never has been. Maybe it was because they were 3 years younger, but looked 6 years older. Both of them were 5'6" and poor Michelle stopped growing when she was 14. Stopping at a whopping 4"10". She has prayed and prayed the last few years a miracle would happen, she would all of a sudden wake up and be 3-4 inches taller. Of course, that never happened. Even Sarah was close to her height and she is only 8. The twins always teased her. At Christmas they pointed out to Michelle, that she did not even need a bra, finding one of her very padded bras in the bathroom. Candy stood from the table. "You should go pack. I will have supper ready in a hour or so." "Mom. Do I really have to go? Can't I stay home and work? Please." Michelle knew she was whining, but she didn't care. She really didn't want to go spend two weeks with her cousins. If the twins ever found out she is peeing in her bed like some toddler, she would never hear the end of it. "Yes Michelle, you're going. Now go pack. I will call you when supper is ready.If you need help packing, just let me know." Michelle sulked all the way from the kitchen to her bedroom. She threw herself on her bed and slammed her fists down beside her. The plastic sheet crinkled loudly, as she threw a little temper tantrum. ------------------------- Knock, Knock. Michelle opened her eyes. It was still dark outside. Candy opened the bedroom door. "Raise and shine honey. We're leaving in a half hour." Michelle closed her eyes and pulled the blanket up over her head. "I don't want to go. Please, can I just stay home?" Michelle felt the cold wetness around her waist. 'Not again. That's four nights in a row'. Candy flipped the light on and walked over to Michelle's bed. She pulled the covers off her daughter. Michelle still wore PJ's to bed. They weren't the most mature looking PJ's either. Two piece, all pink with a picture of Barbie on the front. She was surely not going to pack them to take to the cabin, so she put them on for the night. "Yes you are going. Now stop whining. Get up, you need to take a shower. You've wet the bed AGAIN." Candy said, as she smiled down at her daughter, who looked more like a second grader then a girl that was suppose to start University in a few months. Knowing she wasn't going to win. "Okay, Okay, I will get up." Michelle looked down at her soaking wet bottoms. She really wanted to cry, but she held it together. Why had she returned to wetting her bed? Three years staying dry and then out of now where, it starts again. Michelle swung her legs out of the bed and stood beside her Mother. Looking up, she wondered why she was so short when both her Mother and Father were so tall. How could that be? Michelle jumped a little when she felt a light smack on her bottom. "Hey!" Michelle cried out not expecting it. "Oh stop it. I hardly touched you. If you don't get moving, I will do it a little harder. Go get out of those wet things. I will strip your bed AGAIN and put everything in the wash." Michelle made her way into the bathroom. She stripped her wet PJ's off and turned the shower on. She was upset about having to go and very upset she had once again, wet her bed. She had even tried convincing her Dad last night about staying home, but that didn't work. Her father would have nothing to do with it. All that happened was her mother getting her a tea and they ended up watching a few TV shows. She hardly got a sentence out and she was quickly dismissed. Michelle didn't think she had been in the shower that long when she heard something and turned, her mother was standing outside the shower. "Mom. What are you doing?" "I brought some clothes in here for you to wear. Hurry up and get out of the there. I want to miss the morning traffic." Candy picked up Michelle's wet things and left. It's not like her mom hadn't seen her naked before, but it seemed to Michelle she has no privacy. She was always coming into the bathroom and picking up her clothes. A few times Michelle had been using the toilet when she entered. No knock, just walked right in. Michelle got out of the shower and dried off. Hanging the towel up she looked at the clothes her mother had brought into the bathroom. A pair of pink panties with stars on them, jean shorts and a pink t-shirt. They looked like they belong to a much younger person but that was nothing new. Michelle had packed all of the most mature looking clothes she owned. She hadn't thought about leaving something out to wear for the trip to the cottage. Michelle got dressed, looked in the mirror and wasn't real happy at the way she looked. She put her wet hair into a ponytail. Michelle decided to skip the makeup that she almost always puts on, trying to make herself look older and headed downstairs. She would change as soon as she got to the cottage. Candy was waiting by the front door. "We'll stop for breakfast later on. All ready then?" "I guess." Michelle said with very little enthusiasm. Michelle followed her mother out to the SUV. Candy opened the back door and waited for Michelle to step up. Michelle had been fighting for years it seemed, to be able to ride in the front. Ever since she got out of her booster seat, believe it or not, the day before she started high school, she had fought and fought, but neither her mother or father would give in. She was too small. Too short. The air bag could really hurt her if something were to happen. Michelle had heard it all. She finally gave up her fight and just sat in the back. Just one of many reasons she needed to go to Toronto. Another reason, the plastic backed soaker pad that has been on her seat now for months. The one she had to sit on, anytime she rode in the truck. Michelle sat on the pad, making it crinkle, she reached up for her seat belt, her mother stopped her, "Did you use the bathroom?" This was the thing Michelle hated most. Her mother asking her if she used or needed to use the bathroom. Her Mom doesn't seem to care who is around either. She asks around her friends or her mother's friends. Michelle rolled her eyes and in a mocking tone, lIke she has done many times in the past, she replied, "Yes Mommy. I used the potty like a big girl." Candy made a sour face. "Really Michelle? You don't want to start do you? It's not like it was all that long ago I had to change your wet pants on the side of the road. And by the way, it would have been great if you had of used the potty last night like a big girl, instead of wetting your bed for the fourth time in a row." Michelle put her head down. Very bad timing on her part. Her face turned a little red. Dumb, dumb, dumb. She could see the plastic covered pad between her legs. What her mother had just said, stung bad, but it was her own fault. "Thats what I thought. Get back in the house and use the potty, as you like to call it." Candy took a hold of Michelle's hand. "I went Mom. I'm fine. I'm 18 you know, not 5." "You didn't seem like a 18 year old a couple months ago, did you? For that matter, not even a 1/2 hour ago. Do I need to take you or are you going by yourself?" Michelle let go of the seatbelt and stepped down from the truck. "Fine. You need to stop treating me like a child. I'm going to University you know!" Candy grabbed Michelle's shoulder before she could walk away. "How about when you stop acting like a child, I will stop treating you like one." Michelle pulled her body away from her mother's hand. "I don't act like a child." then ran towards the front door. Michelle pushed the handle on the front door, it was locked. She turned and her mother was right behind her. Candy slid the key in, unlocking the door. Michelle opened it, went into the downstairs bathroom, even though, she didn't need too. Michelle sat on the toilet but noting came out. 'What a waste of time' she said to herself. She pulled her pink underwear and shorts up, she didn't bother to flush since she hadn't done anything and opened the bathroom door, walking right into her mother. "I didn't hear the toilet flush." "That's because I didn't have to go. I told you that." "Did you even try?" "Mom, Stop it. For Christ sake, I know when I need to use the bathroom." As quick as Michelle got out that sentence, Candy was just as quick to turn her around and give her a very hard swat on her backside. "You will not talk to me like that. I'm not doing laundry every day at the cottage young lady, so let's try this again." Candy marched Michelle back into the bathroom. She took a hold of Michelle's shorts, undid them and yanked them down along with her underwear. Candy placed her hands under Michelle's arms, lifted her a little and sat her on the toilet. Michelle was just about to start screaming at her mother but she held back. This treatment had been going on for way too many months. Ever since she peed her pants on the way home from a Taylor Swift concert. Michelle had put off using the bathroom leaving the concert. She didn't want to hold her mother's hand, standing in line to use the bathroom, like she had too, twice that night. Standing in a line having your mother hold your hand like you're a 5 year old wasn't the greatest feeling. Looking around at the others, she was not the only one, but she could tell most of the others had not recached double digits yet. So when an accident happened on the highway and traffic came to a stand still, it wasn't long after, she had her own accident. It was like her mother knew she was going to pee her pants that night. Candy had a bag that had a change of clothes and a travel pack of baby wipes in it. So there, on the side of the road with cars slowly, very slowly going by, Candy stripped Michelle naked, cleaned her with baby wipes and re-dressed her. It's been since that night, her mother and father have made her sit on the plastic pad when ever she rode in the truck. It's been since then, that her mother has been treating like this. The shock from the hard spank she received or just fear its self, somehow made some pee come out. A few seconds from getting sat on the toilet seat, Michelle began to pee. It wasn't much, but it was most likely the worst thing that she could have done. "Didn't need to go? You know when you need to go? I see that lying is all you know. Maybe I should go get a pull-up for you to wear for the trip." Candy said, standing over Michelle. Michelle's head hung low. "I don't need those anymore." Candy was overwhelmed with joy. Things couldn't have started out any better then they have. Waking up wet and now this. Once the two weeks were over, Michelle would never think about wanting to go to Toronto again. She may never think about going anywhere by herself for a long time. "You could have used one last night. That's for sure. Wait, you could have used one the past four nights." Michelle kept her mouth shut as her Mom let her clean herself and pull up her underwear and shorts. Candy let Michelle wash her hands first. Once Candy washed hers, she took Michelle by the hand and they walked back outside. It was a very quite ride. Michelle watched a movie on a screen that was on the back of the passenger side seat. Frozen, the only movie that was in the truck. It's not that she didn't like the movie, but she has seen it a hundred times. A half hour stop for breakfast, which included Candy taking her to the bathroom hand in hand, like she was a toddler just learning how to use the toilet. Four hours later they arrived at a very remote cottage. Before Candy turned the truck off, she turned and faced Michelle. "I hope your behaviour is better these next two weeks then it was this morning. I will not hesitate to pull your pants down and spank your bare bottom right in front of your Aunts and cousins. Do you understand?" Michelle was surprised at her mothers words. It was like her mother just snapped. She couldn't remember the last time her mother spoke to her like that. Michelle just stared at her. "Do you understand?" her mother said loudly. "Yes." Michelle said, then rolled her eyes, after her mother turned back around of course. Candy shut the truck off and got out. She walked around and opened Michelle's door. With the child locks on, Michelle always had to wait. Even on a rainy day, when her mother drove her to school, she had to wait for her mother to open the door. Michelle stepped down and her mother took her hand. Michelle tried to pull her hand away, but failed. Hand in hand they walked around the truck. Candy opened the back, that's when Michelle's eyes went wide. "Where is my bag?" Michelle screamed. There was only one suitcase in the back of the truck and it wasn't Michelle's. Candy looked down at her daughter. "You didn't put your bag in the truck, before we left?" "No, I thought you did." Michelle heard voices. Standing beside the truck were five people and all of them taller then herself. Michelle looked at them, Aunt Margret, Aunt Kim, Abby, Gail and Sarah. Even Sarah looked a little taller. What the hell? How did that happen? Aunt Kim was the first to speak. "Welcome. So glad you gals came. The cottage is awesome." "Mom, we have to go back home." Michelle said, still holding on to her mother's hand. More concerned that she had no clothes then how it looked that she was getting her hand held by her mother. Candy recached in the truck and pulled out her suitcase. "We aren't driving three and half hours back home because you're not mature enough to bring your own suitcase." "What's the problem?" Kim stepping up and asking. Candy shook her head. "Well, it seems Michelle didn't put her suitcase in the truck. So all she has are the clothes she is wearing." Candy knew Michelle had not put her suitcase in. Both Kim and Margret knew they would be showing up, one suitcase short. Candy had outlined her plan weeks ago. Candy's sisters were fully on board. Kim stepped forward and took Michelle's free hand. In a tone more suited for a pre-schooler, "Oh honey, it's okay. I'm sure we have some clothes that will fit you. Come, let's go see what we have." Michelle heard the twins giggle, but was not going to look at them. Candy let go of her hand and Aunt Kim started walking with Michelle. Sarah ran up beside. "Hi Michelle, I'm glad you came." Michelle was in no mood to talk. She was so mad with her mother for not putting her suitcase in the truck. She always put it in. They have gone away many, many times before and her suitcase is always there. Keeping the in the same sing song voice, "Aren't you going to say Hi to Sarah." Kim said. Michelle was pissed. She got out a very short, "Hi." Everyone made there way into the large cottage. The open concept greeted Michelle and Candy. The whole bottom floor was open. You could see the kitchen, dining room and family room from the front door. A set of stairs right in front of them led to the second floor. They all left there sandals at the door and Kim took Michelle into were the TV was located. Michelle had tried a few times to get her hand out of Kim's, but Kim just gripped tighter every time she tried. Margret and Candy made there way towards the kitchen. The other three girls headed up the stairs. Michelle looked around. She looked through the huge window and could see a lake. A very pretty blue lake, that didn't have a ripple in it. "Believe it or not the water is warm for this time of year." Kim said. Candy came back over to Michelle and Kim. "The bathroom is over there." pointing in the direction of the kitchen. "It's been a long ride. I think you better go use it." Michelle quickly looked around. The only ones in the room were her mother and two Aunts. Michelle looked up at her mother. "I'm fine, god, would you stop already." Candy stepped a little closer. "Are we going to go through this again?" Michelle heard foot steps. Abby and Gail came down the stairs dressed in bikinis. Michelle couldn't believe what she was seeing. The twins looked like they were 20. They both were carrying towels and walked right up to Michelle, towering over her. "We're going swimming. We have our own private beach. The waters great. You coming?" Abby asked. Michelle was fixated on Abby's breasts as she spoke. How the hell did she get those. "Uhmmm." Michelle stammered. "I..I don't have a suit." She felt like a little kid standing beside Abby and Gail and she knew she looked like one. Aunt Kim spoke up. "I'm sure we can find you something Michelle. Let's go upstairs. You can use the bathroom up there, which is the bathroom you will be using anyway. I will see what I can find." "Okay. We will wait for you." Abby said grinning away. Michelle turned her head quickly and looked up at Aunt Kim. "I don't need to use the bathroom." Kim never let go of Michelle's hand. She started walking towards the stairs with Michelle in tow. In a loud, strict tone, Candy said, "I think you had better use the bathroom Michelle. Please just take her Kim." Michelle's head went down as soon as her mother finished. She never looked up. They walked up the stairs. Sarah ran right past them on her way down, almost running into Michelle. Michelle heard her mother as they approached the top of the stairs. "I swear, its like having a child in potty training again." Then all Michelle heard was laughter as they approached a door that Kim opened.
  7. I own nothing of the characters but the fantasy of this. A HP ABDL Age Play Story! (Also posted on FanFiction and Archive of our Own) This IS my story I have different user names on each site listed previously. --- Harry sighed as he realized that it was now time to move to the dungeon to his class with Snape. Harry ran a hand through his unruly hair, and huffed at the thought of facing him and his sneering comments for the entire 90 minutes he was there. He slowed his steps as he started to approach the professor’s door, took a breath and steeled his nerves. Before he could push the door open, he heard the cold voice coming from his right in the shadows. “Waiting until the last moment to get to class once again Mr. Potter. How disappointing. Get in.” He placed a hand on the small of Harry’s back and pushed him forward with force, the touch caused a shiver up Harry’s spine. “Yes, sir” Harry added the “sir” with a bit of spite in his voice. He stomped off and to sit next to Ron. Ron looked at him with a questioning facial expression, but knew better than to voice anything in front of Snape. Harry kicked the side of his stool to get it out from under the table and plopped himself into the seat. “Settle in class and get to work. Your instructions,” he flicked his wand at the blackboard “are listed on the board and your time” another flick towards the overhead class timer that listed 90 minutes “starts now”. “Problem Potter?” Snape questioned, his voice was low, quiet, but harsh next to Harry’s ear. Harry didn’t know how he got there so quickly, and jumped out of fright. “N-no problem,” Harry stuttered. “Then stopped having a tantrum like a baby and get to work,” he snapped quickly. “Or I’ll give you a reason to tantrum again in my presence.” The rest of the class had their heads down, methodically following the instructions that Snape listed on the board in front of them. Harry could see out of the corner of his eye that they were busy measuring, stirring, smashing, and grounding up items like it said to on the board. Harry sighed and began his own work. He shook off his nerves and followed the instructions exactly. He was right on note with Hermione. Their work had the exact same shade as each other, a light purple. He completed the 15 minute consistent stirring 3 clockwise, 2 counter clockwise, 3 clockwise, etc. He and Hermione had a few minutes to talk and add the last dry herbs delicately a piece a time. The instructions said to add flakes bit by bit until your potion turns from purple to white. Harry was keeping an eye across the table while Ron was desperately trying to save the potion in front of him that had turned an ugly color of brown. He cursed, not too quietly, about Snape. “You’re right mate, he’s an arse,” Harry chimed in. The voice came close to his left ear, “What was that Potter?” Harry startled again, dropping the entire herb into his cauldron, turning the potion to a solid black cement that sent waves of smoke that had a stench of coal in the air. Malfoy laughed, Hermione shrieked in surprise. Harry stood up, almost face to face, and barely choked out the words “I’m sick of you bullying me. I won’t take it anymore.” He slammed his fists into the tabletop. “Another tantrum Mr. Potter! That means detention, with me, tonight before the dishes vanish off the tables at dinner,” Snape quipped and headed towards his desk. Harry was fuming in anger, and Snape smiled sadistically back at him. Harry promptly stood up and stomped out of the room without permission from Snape. He left his cauldron, ingredients, and bag behind. He was furious. He couldn’t look at Snape’s smug face for one more second. He stomped, kicked at the castle wall, and huffed his way to his dorm room, throwing himself into his bed. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” Harry said aloud to the empty room. “He always fucks with me, and then I lose my cool and make a fucking fool of myself!” He punched his pillow mercilessly and imagined it was Snape’s face Minutes, after minutes passed as he continued to hammer the pillow, curse, and yell in the emptiness. Eventually he fell asleep. Ron was shaking him awake, “C’mon mate you fell asleep and now barely time to eat and get to Snape’s for detention!” Harry straightened his clothes and made a mad dash to the great hall. The tables were full, people were in conversation as the chatter filled his ears. Ron pulled him to a seat at the Gryffindor table and began to fill both plates with food. “Eat mate, you don’t have time to be picky, who knows what Snape has in store for you” Ron grimaced. Harry grabbed some turkey and a roll and ate it with gusto. He chewed quickly as his mind whirled. He’s had detention before with Snape and it was always a different torture every time he went. As he got older, and more detentions over time, Snape’s methods were, as Snape called them, unorthodox but effective. He gulped down pumpkin juice as his mind recalled their multiple encounters. Always a one on one detention. Each one lasting longer than the previous. Once Harry had a full 48 hour weekend in the custody of Snape for blowing up a cauldron on accident. He had to act as maid to the man, staying in his quarters and enduring verbal assault. As he was in thought, the headmaster mumbled his end of dinner speech, and before he knew it, the dishes vanished from the table. Harry dropped his remaining fork with a clunk on the wooden table. His breathing changed and he began to panic. He was dreading what could be worse and what could be in store for directly challenging him in the middle of a full class. But he feared worse what would happen now that he realized he was going to be walking into detention late. He ran as fast as he could down to the dungeon and past the other rooms that didn’t appear in use anymore. Of course Snape’s had to be one of the last ones at the end of the hall. Harry was panting, hand on his knees catching his breath when he opened the door. Gasping “I’m… here… I’m so… sorry… sir,” Harry tried to settle into a normal breathing pattern. He heard Snape tsk at him, and he came awfully close, hovering over Harry’s vulnerable form. “You’re late Potter. So many infractions, so little time. A week Mr Potter, to teach you a lesson. You will miss other classes, you will do exactly as I say,” Snape ordered. Harry was horrified. “A WEEK!? Surely, sir, a week, of missing lessons, that can’t be right, that’s, that’s just not FAIR!” “This, Mr. Potter is why you’re here in the first place. Your juvenile outbursts, whining how bitterly unfair your life is, well it may have escaped your notice Mr. Potter but life isn’t fair,” Snape taunted. Harry whispered under his breath “Shut up”. Quicker than he could blink, Snape had sat in a chair, hauled Harry over his lap. No, his KNEE, and was… spanking him. “This will not be tolerated Mr. Potter, not in front of me. You will do this detention. To be successful, you will do everything I say without argument or face… the consequences,” Snape held him down with a force he had never met before. The blows kept coming to his backside in rapid succession. Harry’s brain froze at first, but now he began to cry. CHAPTER 2 The tears did not stop. They flowed quickly and heavily down Harry’s cheeks and into Snape’s pants, which were now soaked. Harry began to scream, to writhe and fight. “STOP! STOP! YOU ASSHOLE, STOP!” Snape’s blows became fierce as he pulled up Harry’s robes, and his trousers and underwear were quickly at his ankles. His bare backside was in view of his most despised professor. “This kind of language and disrespect will no longer be tolerated Mr. Potter,” Snape said calmly as the spanking continued. “You will learn to listen, to respond with grace, and do what you’re told!” The striking continued as Harry fought, trying to twist and turn and holler. But it was no use. Finally, the fight that Harry had a few moments ago left his body, and he left himself give up, a heap in Snape’s lap. Harry didn’t register when the blows had stopped. He could only hear his own rattled breathing, peppered with hiccups of discontent. Snape had begun to rub his back in small circles, and Harry relaxed against him. “M’sorry professor,” he shook as each syllable left his lips, sniffling from the mucus in his nose. “I accept your apology Mr. Potter,” Snape responded, still holding coldness in his voice. “It’s time to talk.” Harry nodded and felt himself be pulled into a sitting position. He remained in Snape’s lap. The hold Snape had on him made it impossible for Harry to get away. His pants and underwear were still pulled down, and somehow his robe was gone. It made him feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable. “I need to fix my pants,” Harry mumbled as he tried to right himself. “No,” Snape said. “We’re going to sit and talk just like this. And your pants remain where they are to remind you of your status at the moment.” Harry growled and turned his head away from Snape. The burn from his bottom was the only deterrent from him cursing the professor out. “I have made it my duty to ensure you become an outstanding wizard and person Mr. Potter. I take that very seriously in my profession as a teacher at this school. Somehow, we have all failed to teach you how to behave towards adults and others. The headmaster has agreed that you require more hands on discipline, and perhaps a chance to start again,” Snape talked to the back of Harry’s head as he refused to turn around. He allowed this, for now. “You understand?” Harry shrugged, defiantly. “I need an answer, verbally, Mr. Potter,” Snape said, his patience wavering. “And I want my pants, SNAPE!” A swift slap landed on Harry’s inner thigh. Bright red, and angry already. It stung, badly. The tears threatened to fall again. Harry lifted a hand to strike Snape, but Snape was too quick. Harry was back over Snape’s lap and the blows continued against his raw bottom. “You will learn Mr. Potter,” Snape sighed as he brought his hand down repeatedly. “Count aloud to 10 and we will be finished.” Harry fought as hard as he could but it was no use. He refused to count, and the blows continued. He didn’t want to give Snape the satisfaction of counting like a child. But once Harry reached over 30 with no sign of stopping, Harry gave in. “One!” he yelled. A small grin came across Snape’s face. “Two! Three!” Harry broke into harder and harder sobs. He finally shouted out “Ten!” and completely collapsed against Snape once again. He was wrung out completely. The tremors through his body could not be stopped. The mucus and tears covered his face again and he was terrified he ruined Snape’s pants. His bottom was on fire. It felt like 5 layers of skin were broken. There was a heat that he had never felt before. Quietly he whispered “I understand Professor.” “Good, Mr Potter,” Snape sat him up again. Harry winced as his bottom was against Snape’s leg. It hurt so much. He squirmed again, feeling uncomfortable. Snape accio’ed a potion to them and pushed it to Harry’s lips. “Drink, it will help.” Afraid of another spanking, Harry drank it quickly. He felt his bottom immediately feel some relief. It was an ache, instead of a blistering pain. “Fanks ‘fessor,” came the appreciation. Harry turned bright red in the face and covered his mouth quickly. What the hell? Snape grinned, “And so it begins Mr Potter. We start over.” “What you do to me Nape?!” Harry screeched. “I told you Mr. Potter, we are starting over. You’re still an adult. But this potion allows your speech to be toddler like. You weigh less so that I can carry you like the baby you are. You will get used to blending between both worlds of adult and little over the next few days. You will lose more and more of your adult control.” “Can’t do this!” Harry screeched again, feeling himself lose more and more emotional control. “Actually, I have permission from the headmaster, and your mother. She left it in her will if anything happened to her or your father, that guardianship would be turned over to me, and if you were an adult, that I would be given power over you. At this moment is me officially taking on that responsibility.” As the realization washed over Harry he felt something inside of himself that made him aware of the truth Snape was telling. He could feel a sort of binding inside of him shift and he knew without a doubt the man’s words were legitimate. Snape picked him up without effort, leaving his pants still down and his bottom on view for all. He came to a door that he had never noticed before. He opened it with his wand and Harry realized it was Snape’s private quarters. Harry began to chew his bottom lip. This was bad. This was really bad. This was going to be worse than being a maid to the man. Private quarters meant private time, hidden away from Dumbledore and the other Hogwarts students. Snape could do whatever he wanted to him, and no one would have any idea. “We do this for week?” Harry asked. “We start with a week Mr. Potter, but I may add time if I find it appropriate to do so. I think with having to spank you so often, we are already up to an extra few weeks. So now, I’d say your punishment is at least 3 weeks.” Harry’s eyes flared in anger. “WHAT!? You… you… can’t!” Snape sighed. “Soon you will realize I CAN and that I ALWAYS follow through with what I say Mr. Potter.” Snape stripped off the pants and underwear, and with Harry’s robe missing, he was left in just a t-shirt. It didn’t hide anything below his waist. Harry covered himself immediately. “’Fessor, want pants please,” Harry tried to use manners to get further with his request, trying to remind himself that demanding only got him put over Snape’s knees. “Good words, Mr Potter, but I’m afraid not. It’s time for the tour of where we will be staying,” Snape said with a small quirk of his lips. He continued to hold Harry in his arms and walk the boy around. He showed him the living room, kitchen and dining area, spare room, Snape’s bedroom, and rest room. He brought him down a set of dark stairs, and showed him a lab for potions storage and brewing. Coming back up, he brought Harry to a door he had not seen before. “This,” Snape said cautiously “is your room Mr Potter.” Snape opened the door and turned on the light without his wand or moving towards a switch. Harry’s eyes became as big as saucers. The room had a huge picture window. On window wall, the paint had a light version of Gryffindor colors with child-like cartoon versions of a griffin. There was a rocking chair, big enough for both men to be comfortable. His eyes went to the next wall and his heart sank to his stomach. There was an adult size crib. It had a twin size mattress inside, and the bedding matched the Gryffindor decorations on the wall. On the other side, an adult size changing table with a large size child potty off to the corner. Toys for infants and toddlers were on shelves, and some placed strategically around the floor of the room. The tears returned again, flowing down his cheeks. A soft protest made it through his resistant lips. “No… You can’t…” Snape bounced him gently, “It’ll be ok Mr. Potter.” “You can’t… you can’t do this to me… please…” Harry pleaded, his big eyes fresh with tears finally locking eyes with Snape’s. “It’s this or expulsion from Hogwarts and all other magical schools Mr. Potter,” Snape said, unwavering. Without any thought, Harry let out an ear shattering wail of despair. CHAPTER 3 Snape sighed softly and quickly took them into the nursery that belonged to Harry. “Sh, sh Mr. Potter, it’s okay,” he made his way to the rocking chair. He didn’t expect to need it this quickly, but made a silent vow to ensure Pippy his house elf was thanked appropriately. Snape pulled off the soft blanket and covered the boy while rocking him softly. He patted his back rhythmically until his breathing became more even and under control. “Calm, Mr. Potter, it’s ok,” he said over and over again. “I-I… c-c-can-‘t d-o-o thi-i-s,” Harry stuttered from his ongoing upset. “Mr. Potter, I cannot for the life of me understand your discontent. This is a regressive and training consequence of the easiest kind. I will take care of you. I will meet all of your physical, mental, emotional, and… other needs,” Snape stumbled over the last part. It wasn’t time for that yet. “You will want for nothing. You will be safe, disciplined, taught.” “I.. I-I don’t wa-a-n-t be a ba-a-a-by,” he gave into sobs again. Snape ran his hand firmly down Harry’s back. He learned a long time ago to run his hand only in downward strokes, if he went upwards it was excitatory. It would defeat the soothing purpose. There were no words now to convince the boy, it was just going to take time and patience. As time passed slowly he felt the dampness on his shoulder, but the intensity of the sobs were dissipating. There were only small shakes from the boy in his lap. He couldn’t imagine how tired the boy had to be. He had cried so much, he didn’t know how he could keep his eyes open. “Do you need anything Mr. Potter?” Snape asked gently. Harry nodded slowly against Snape’s shoulder. “Need go potty.” Snape nodded and slowly took off the boy’s blanket and lead him over to the potty in the nursery. He set him on it gently. “Can’t here. Big bathroom please!” Harry’s lip trembled. His feet didn’t touch the floor. He looked so small with his shirt and no bottoms on. He shook his head. “No Mr. Potter, this is your potty right now, you do your business here.” Snape stepped back towards the rocking chair to give Harry a small amount of “privacy”. In a move of defiance and embarrassment, Harry leapt off the small potty and used his quickness to sprint out the nursery door. Snape sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and slowly stalked out of the room to follow the boy. Wandlessly Severus locked the quarter’s bathroom so that Harry couldn’t reach the facilities there, and made sure the door leaving his private space was also locked. Harry could exhaust himself on his own by running around and tantruming, but Severus refused to chase him. He sat in a chair that allowed him to watch the boy scramble around the living areas in a pointless attempt of escape. Harry ran frantic circles, fearful that Snape was going to put him over his lap and warm his bottom again. He ran toward the bathroom but found it locked, and wouldn’t budge. He ran towards Severus’ room, hoping another private bathroom existed, but was met with another shut door. When he ran through the living room, he eyed Snape in a chair, who made no move against him. The last possible escape was also locked. In an overwhelming emotional display, Harry threw himself on the floor, pounding with fists and feet. Harry screamed, and screamed, and screamed. His fists and feet hurt from flailing. His throat was sore. His eyes could no longer tear up. The cries came out soundlessly and his face turned blue from lack of air. Snape still remained unmoving from his seat. Harry, realizing nothing would come of this, sat up and softly stated, “I’s done ‘fessor.” Letting the man know that he would stop tantruming, and wanted some soothing. Snape got up smoothly and came over to Harry and picked him up, bringing him back to the nursery to set him on the potty. Harry held tightly around Snape’s neck. He looked down at the potty and clenched tighter. “I a-scared,” Harry said in a tiny voice he didn’t recognize. “It’s ok baby. It’s just a potty. You go pee-pee and you’ll be all done,” Snape said in a soft voice. Harry turned away and held on to Snape steadily and shook his head. He didn’t want the potty. It made him a baby to use it. And he couldn’t in front of his professor. It was too much. “You want to rock another minute baby?” Snape asked, heading towards the rocking chair. Harry nodded into Snape’s shoulder. Snape brought them together again and rocked Harry softly. He wiped the hair out of his face, it was sweaty with Harry’s tantrum and crying. He accio’d a warm, wet cloth to wipe down his face and cool the boy down. Harry took a steady, calming breath. He had to admit, the wash cloth felt good. Harry sighed into Snape’s ear. He felt the tension of his neck, shoulders, and back relax into the older man. As Severus began to rub Harry’s back again, he felt a warm sensation spreading across the front of his chest and settling into the crotch of his pants. Harry had urinated on him in his relaxed state of babyhood. Snape groaned and pulled him back to see the wide, large wet spot covering his entire front. Harry shrieked and tried to jump out of his lap. Severus kept hold of the boy and brought him to the changing table. Severus used the strap to snap across Harry’s tummy so he couldn’t fall off, and did a silent protective charm so the boy couldn’t fight and hurt himself. Harry was dreading the spanking that was sure to come to him. He could not believe that his body betrayed him and pissed on his professor. He could not imagine the amount of pain that would be bestowed upon him for this. He watched his professor with wide eyes from the changing table. Severus made quick work of the accident. He stripped off his shirt, bearing his chest. He used a silent spell that Harry couldn’t hear, and ensured his upper body was clean of the boys mess. He unbuckled his belt and took down his pants and boxers swiftly without pause. Again, a silent spell cleaned him off. He accio’d some fresh clothes, and dressed quickly. He noted that Harry’s eyes never left his body, and that an erection was forming for both men. Once dressed, Severus approached the changing table. He softly tickled Harry’s tummy and smiled at him. “Accidents happen baby, it’s ok bug.” Harry refused to look at him as Severus was so close. His lip trembled. Severus sighed and grabbed necessities from the changing table. He got a pacifier, and pushed it into Harry’s mouth. He accepted it hesitantly, but sucked on it more and more fiercely as he got used to the soother. Severus used baby wipes to wipe Harry down. He gently took off the shirt as it had splashes of urine on it. Harry shivered slightly, but still refused to look at the older man. Severus put the diaper under Harry’s bottom without a fuss. “Good boy,” he whispered to his little one. Severus grinned as he saw the compliment made Harry not only blush, but his erection was becoming larger and harder than ever. He powdered the boy, and began to do slow, gentle strokes on his penis. Harry’s sucking on the pacifier became more desperate, rapid, and intense. Slowly his bottom would arch up, jerking himself into Severus’ hand as he continued his strokes. Around the pacifier Harry said, “What.. wh-a-t is happenin’? Wh-aa-t matt-er?” Severus stopped his ministrations almost immediately. It wasn’t possible, was it? The boy had never experienced an orgasm? “Baby have you never touched yourself, or been touched by someone?” Severus asked, going past the mental defenses to see into the boy’s mind. But all he saw was innocence. He only had a few erections in the mornings throughout his youth, but he had never touched himself or sought relief of any kind. He could also see the intense nervousness and fear in the boy about what was happening to his body. Severus thought he could use this as a way to positively reinforce the use of diapers for the boy. He knew he would fight it tooth and nail if he didn’t. “I think you’ve been a good boy. Even with all those naughty words and spankings we had to do. Do you want this reward, baby boy?” Severus asked seductively. He could see Harry’s Adam’s apple move as he gulped behind his pacifier. He looked at Severus with wide eyes, a bright red streaking his face. “Just relax baby. Relax and feel, it’s ok, we’re safe and it feels good doesn’t it?” Severus asked, using a calm, soothing voice. His strokes were done more quickly. He felt Harry’s penis become completely solid, weeping pre-come into his hand. “Such a good boy, letting me play with your pee-pee and make you feel good. Such a pretty pee-pee in my hand, making yummy come for me,” Severus said, keeping his eyes locked with Harry intensely. “Scary!” Harry said around his pacifier. “Too… too… much… HELP” “It’s a big feeling for a little boy. It’s ok. Let me take care of you. Give me the yummy come baby. Let it come out, right here, it’s ok, I have you,” with that Severus put his lips around Harry’s weeping head and gave a sudden and soft suck. With that Harry exploded in Severus’ mouth with a shout “DADDY!” CHAPTER 4 Severus swallowed the boy’s semen, impressed and aroused by the taste in his mouth. He adjusted his own trousers, trying to relive his tightened clothing due to his own erection. It would need tending too, soon. He cleaned Harry up quickly and gently. He brought the diaper’s front over Harry and taped it into place. He smiled at the little one and noticed he was asleep, exhausted from the day and his first orgasm. Severus brought Harry to his crib, setting him down to sleep. He put his soft blanket over him, and clipped the pacifier to his shirt so he wouldn’t lose it while he slept. Severus set up the baby monitor, making sure Harry was within the frame and it would alert him if he was needed. He placed a swift kiss on his forehead, “Goodnight baby”. He returned to his own bedroom, stripped quickly, and entered his private bathroom/shower. He started the water, letting it heat up to a blistering temperature and stepped in. He let the entire day play before his mind’s eye. The classroom defiance, the triumph of the headmaster approving the “punishment”, and every moment up until this one of Harry’s regression. He was surprised how quickly things have turned between himself and Harry. He did not anticipate for the boy to clench his role like he has. He assumed the child size toilet would be around for at least 2 days before transitioning the boy to diapers, but he was pleasantly surprised to squash that tonight. He certainly did not expect the sexual portion to happen this early on either, but he wasn’t complaining. He vowed to take care of Harry’s needs, and that included sexual ones. He moved his hand to his own length as he remembered the warm feeling of Harry’s accident spreading across his chest, and the innocent fear that the boy’s eyes hand when he realized his accident. He stroked leisurely. The warmth that spread on his chest, those eyes. The eyes of shock with his accident, his eyes when Severus stripped from his clothes, his eyes on this erection that he has in his hand. Severus moaned. The trust that Harry placed in him to lead him to his first orgasm, it filled Severus more than anything else. He stroked with vigor, and the push over the edge was remembering Harry’s shout with a paci in his mouth, ‘Daddy!’ Severus came, moaning to himself “Oh baby.” As he watched his seed go down the drain, a blood curdling scream met his ears. He quickly shut off the shower, grabbed a towel, and sprinted to his baby. He flung the door open quickly but gently, he kept the lights off to keep the boy from waking fully. Harry was standing in the crib against the railings, paci out of his mouth, his wails at an all-time high. He hadn’t even been asleep 20 minutes. Severus picked him up and held him tightly to his damp chest. He began a slight bounce-walk across the nursery. “Sh, sh, sh baby. What’s a matter bug?” The wailing continued, hysterical sobs wrenching from the boys chest. Looking in Harry’s eyes he could see he was likely still sleeping from the dazed look in them. His baby was having a night terror. He used legilemency to see his baby’s dream state. Severus was met with an intense darkness. There were shadows, with red eyes, hissing, and coldness. He could not make out the scene, and could only feel the intense fear of it all. He felt trapped, alone, and abandoned. The fear was in every fiber of Harry’s being. Severus used his access to start to impress himself into the scary dream. He showed himself in a bright, patronus like light. He approached Harry, who appeared in his mind space of being 2 yrs old. He spoke soothing, loving words, to help the boy calm and detatch from the nightmare in front of him. Harry woke with a start and wailed “Daddy”. “Right here baby, right here, sh, sh, sh,” Severus sighed, glad it worked to pull him from the night terror, and provided him soothing. He pushed the paci past Harry’s lips, and he sucked readily. “Want to sleep with me baby?” Harry nodded, around his paci “Sleep wif daddy” Severus took Harry’s blanket with them, and brought him back to his room. Harry couldn’t see the appearance of the room, and just focused on staying close to daddy’s chest. He felt safe, warm, protected. Severus laid down, and pulled Harry on top of his chest so he could feel the rhythmic breathing between them. “Let’s sleep baby boy,” Severus brushed the baby’s hair softly. He felt him relax, and fade off into sleep. Severus followed suit quickly. The first night was down in the books. ~~~ Harry woke with a start. He rubbed his eyes and groaned as his dreams. He had visions of a detention with Snape that made him a baby. It was terrifying. He shifted in his bed and opened his eyes. This was not his room. His normally red canopy over his bed was now green and silver. The wood head and foot board was now a solid, polished black that shone. His blanket was childish, soft minky material with bumps that are seen on baby blankets. His heart stopped for a breath. It couldn’t be true. He turned to look next to him. None other than Professor Snape was sleeping soundly next to him. The detention, the spankings, the potty, diaper, and the… the experience he had, they were all true. He felt the sting on his bottom to remind him of his misgivings against the professor. His face blushed deeply as his groin stirred, remembering his first orgasm the night before. He clenched his bottom as his stomach began to rumble dangerously. He always used the bathroom in the evening, but with yesterday being the insanity it was, he hadn’t. He looked down, seeing the diaper on his nether regions. No. Fucking. Way. Harry thought to himself. He eyed the professor again, and slowly made his way out from under the blankets and off the bed. Counting his blessings, he thanked Godric that the bedroom door was ajar. He padded softly out of the room trying to remember where the bathroom was. He didn’t dare use Snape’s, he would hear him! He opened 2 doors before he found the right one. It opened without a problem. Harry let out a huge sigh. Luck was on his side this morning. He pulled one of the tabs on his diaper, and before it was completely untaped an alarm sounded. Harry covered his ears and fell backwards. Oh Godric. Snape would wake up. He would know, he would find him, he would be spanked again. Harry quickly climbed into the bath and closed the shower curtain to hide. It took 2 breaths for Snape to show up in the door way. Harry curled tightly against the side of the tub, trying to melt into the porcelain. Snape approached without pause, and immediately pulled back the curtain to find Harry. Harry flinched unconsciously, but tried to make a scowl appear across his face. He was an ADULT! He was NOT a small child, a BABY in the presence of this man! “What are you doing Harry?” Snape asked. Harry quirked his head sideways at the gentle name and tone Snape used towards him. “I have to go bathroom!” Harry exclaimed. “Right NOW SNAPE!” Snape’s eyes instantly went dark at the way Harry yelled and used his last name like a curse word. “That’s what your diaper is for baby. I won’t punish you for getting up without waking me, or trying to take off your diaper. I didn’t get a chance to tell you it was against the rules. But if you do it again, there will be spankings. Mind your tone with your daddy Harry.” Harry’s blood pressure rose, “You is not my daddy Snape!” He raised his hand, bringing it back to hit Snape, before he was swiftly picked up and a hard smack landed on his inner thigh. “NO Baby. You do NOT talk that way to daddy,” Snape said, holding his wrist to prevent the strike from Harry. “NOT A BABY! YOU NOT DADDY! YOU NOT! FUCK YOU!” Harry raged. Snape sighed, prepared for this push back. It would take time. He brought Harry to the couch, untaped the diaper to let it drop, and spanked Harry with 15 swats to his already red bottom from yesterday. “I understand you are tired, confused, and have to go potty baby, but you will NOT talk to daddy like that, ever!” Snape walked Harry over to a bench in a corner that said “Time out”. “Stay there until I tell you to come out baby, and not making messes,” he warned. Harry raged in the corner. He screamed, cursed, kicked, pound his fist against the nearest wall. The rage took over for what felt like forever. It drained every ounce of energy he had gained from his previous night sleep. Finally his body hunched over with exhaustion in the corner, the tears and rage dried up, and he sat quietly, naked, and shamed. Snape approached, “Are you ready to come out baby?” Harry nodded and reached his hands up. “Hold?” Snape cuddled him to him and brought him back to the couch where the discarded diaper lie. He laid Harry back and put the diaper under his bum. “I want use potty. Big boy,” Harry said between sniffles. “Sorry baby,” Severus said. “You’re too little for the potty. We use diapers.” Harry’s face went red again with anger and embarrassment. He would not, he COULD NOT, use the diaper. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t. He clenched his bottom, reserving himself to hold his poop until Snape could see how ridiculous he was being. Sensing Harry’s oncoming tantrum Severus picked him up and bounced him. “It’s ok to use diapers Harry, you’re just a baby. Daddy wants to take care of your wet and messy diapers.” Harry shook his head. Refusing. Severus carried him to the dining area, equipped with high chair large enough for Harry, and set him in, using the clips and straps to ensure he was safe, or maybe so he could not escape. He attached the high chair table top, and set some baby cereal for Harry to eat. Harry ate slowly, disliking the baby treatment, but so hungry for food he didn’t argue. He liked the cereal. He preferred it with a bowl of milk and a spoon, but he wasn’t about to complain. Banana and another fruit he didn’t recognize were added to his tray and he quickly used his hands to eat it. Severus went making his own breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. He got a bottle for Harry, and filled it with warm milk, slight vanilla flavor, and added some laxative without the boy noticing. He was happy Harry was eating the prunes without a fight. He set the bottle in front of Harry, who wrinkled his nose and promptly ignored it as he ate. CHAPTER 5 Severus sat at the table, close to Harry, keeping an eye on him to ensure he didn’t eat too fast and that the mess stayed at a minimum. He also wanted to be aware if the boy had a bowel movement. It would hurt a lot to be left in that mess with his bottom being so raw from his punishments. “Want coffee,” Harry stated, using more of his adult voice than the baby one that was hiding beneath the surface. He cleared his throat to try again to make it even more appropriate of a question. “I would like coffee, professor.” He was impressed with himself for fighting the baby language. Severus shook his head without looking at him. “You’re drink is on the tray baby. Coffee is for adults.” Harry scowled. He looked at the bottle as if it was poison. He picked it up and chucked it half way across the dining/kitchen area. “No baba Nape!” He yelled, his baby language coming in with a vengeance when he was upset. Severus glared at him. “Mind your tone baby. And I’ve told you to call me daddy.” Harry, not wanting a spanking, modified his demand. “No baba daddy… pease!” Severus smiled gently due to Harry’s attempt at manners. He picked up the bottle from the floor, rinsed the nipple in the sink, and returned it to the tray. “Babies drink from these Harry. If you want a drink, this is it.” Harry growled. It was meant to be fierce and scary, but it was more like a tiny kitten. He snatched the bottle and drank it. He glared at Snape, but as he continued to suck on it, he found it soothing, like his paci. The milk was warm and had a vanilla taste. “Nilla?” Harry asked around the nipple. Severus grinned “Yes, baby. Some vanilla in there for you. It’s yummy huh?” Harry nodded. He sucked on the bottle but felt uncomfortable with how much he had to lean his head back to get it to flow quickly. A whine formed from behind the bottle. Severus moved to unlatch the baby and move him to recline in his lap. He reintroduced the bottle while Harry was in the baby position. He ate from the bottle eagerly. “Fanks daddy” he said around the nipple. Severus patted his diapered bottom, grinning at his baby, humming as Harry ate contently. Harry’s eyes fluttered closed as he drank deeply. Severus had to refill the bottle, by magic so not to interrupt Harry’s eating. He downed the second one and unlatched himself from the bottle, pushing it away gently. His eyes were dazed. He had what Severus called “milk coma”. Severus lifted him to his shoulder, getting a slight whine from the baby, and began to pat his back firmly. “Don’t need to daddy,” Harry whined, kicking his feet softly. “There’s a burp in there somewhere baby, you had a lot of milk. Burp for daddy bug,” Severus continued patting the back firmly. It took a few minutes, and without warning, a loud burp echoed around the room. Harry blushed a deep red, and Severus praised him “good boy! Is your tummy full baby?” Harry nodded. His stomach was so full he felt it would burst. It put pressure on him to poop, but he would not. He refused. He clenched and held it all in. Severus felt the whole body tension, and sighed. He would fight it every step of the way. He carried Harry to the living room. He accio’d some of the toys from his nursery, and had it land in front of them. “How about some play time, love?” Harry got down from Severus’ hold, and looked at all the toys. He looked back and said “Them baby toys. Want big boy toys pease. Boom to fwy?” Severus brought a toddler safe broom that he thought Harry may like. It only flew high enough that the ground would be 2 inches below the boy’s feet, so he couldn’t fall. He performed a protective charm around the broom so that Harry had zero chance of falling at all. Even from a small height, a body that big, with reflexes slowing from the de-aging would still hurt. Harry’s eyes lit up, and he bounced and vibrated in place with excitement. He let out a babyish clap of his hands. Severus got some baby pants and a shirt to put the baby in, so that he wouldn’t get a chill while “flying” around. Harry didn’t fuss or fight, too excited about flying. Severus put Harry on the broom toy. It had a seat for him to sit comfortably, not to worry terribly about balance. “Only around the living room love, ok?” Harry pouted heavily at the restriction, but nodded. He wanted to fly! The broom was turned on by a flick of a wand, and he was let go. It was incredibly slow. The joy quickly fading from Harry’s face. “Faster daddy, pease!” Severus allowed a bit more speed, since he was adapting to baby talk and politeness. Harry did a few laps around the living room. He still didn’t think the speed was fast enough to meet his seeker needs for speed. He decided that he could plant his legs against the wall and push himself off to make sure he could get a burst from the toy. He didn’t think Daddy would like this, so he waited until he was sure he was paying attention to his Daily Prophet. When he had turned the page and began settling in to a new article Harry saw that chance. He finished his lap and made his way toward the wall. He settled his feet to the wall and pushed harshly to get some speed. It worked!... He leaned forward to gain more speed like he would on his Nimbus, forgetting it was a toy. It became top heavy, and he fell face first into the glass coffee table. Under normal circumstances, Harry would have brushed it off. But something in that damn potion Snape slipped him caused his emotions to be out of whack. He saw the color red, his blood, felt the glass on his face, and let out a blood curdling, screeching, and uninhibited cry for daddy. Severus’ response was instantaneous. He heard the crash and as he set the paper down, saw his baby land in a heap of glass that was the coffee table. He was bleeding, crying, and covered in hot coffee from the table. He rushed and picked up. “Oh baby, baby, what happened?” Severus couldn’t understand how the harm came to the child. Harry just continued to wail and screech in his arms. Severus assessed his wounds, and decided that a proper medically trained professional should treat this. He didn’t want his baby to have additional face scarring because he didn’t take the proper steps for treatment. Fearful that the floo network would startle Harry further, he opted to rush him on foot to the hospital wing that had a permanent residence at Hogwarts. Harry cried and wailed harder as he left the safety and privacy of his daddy’s quarters. The wails echoing loudly off the stone walls of the castle. He could see glances from the passing classrooms as he swiftly moved closer and closer to the hospital. Severus patted Harry as he carried him quickly. “It’s ok baby, it’s ok. Daddy’s getting help.” “Dem lookin’ at me daddy!” he cried. Pointing to the classrooms they were passing. “They wouldn’t dare, baby,” Severus said in his ear. “They fear me too much to stare at my baby. If they bother us they will find themselves dissecting dung beetles and harvesting their waste for potions.” “Hurt,” Harry wailed, trying to rub his face that his Daddy was keeping tightly to his side. “I know bug, but no touching, Poppy has to take care of it,” he reassured. Harry shivered hard, “No Docta! No Docta!” He began viciously fighting Severus’ hold. Severus quickened his pace. He wasn’t sure he could keep his hold without use of his wand that he couldn’t get to at the moment. He was panting by the time he crossed the hospital threshold. “Poppy, assist, now,” Severus said, a demanding tone to his voice. “NO DOCTA!” Harry screeched in Severus’ ear. His little body shivered hard, the tears ran down his face, causing more screaming because of the salt mixing into his wounds that had glass still imbedded. Poppy came sprinting in the room. The confusing across her face flashed plain as day. Harry Potter was being carried by Severus Snape. The infantile pajamas, a pacifier clipped to his shirt, an obvious bulge to make it clear he was wearing protective underwear. She saw the blood spotting Harry’s face, and on Severus’ robe. She shook herself out of the momentary confusion and led them to an open bed. “I need to know what this is about Severus,” she said sternly. Harry was crying like a baby, sobbing more like it. His cries mimicking that of a very, very small child. Harry fought with vengeance against Severus sitting with him on the hospital bed. “NO DOCTA DADDY!” The heart breaking sobs and hysterics clear in the cries. “Please Poppy. Please. I will explain. But right now Harry is in a little head space. He is hurt as you can see. He can’t regulate himself. I need your help medically, please make sure he’s ok, clean and heal him,” Severus begged, fear laced in his usually calm voice. Poppy took a calming breath. “I can’t work with him in hysterics Severus. You need to restrain him or I need to administer a calming draught.” Severus sighed, knowing that he could not hold Harry long enough to get through this safely. “The draught” he resigned. Harry’s cries and screeches were at an all-time high. The door to the hospital wing opened with a bang, and Professor McGonagall entered, followed by the headmaster, Dumbledore. “Severus! What in Godric’s name-,” reprimanded McGonagall. Severus held up a hand to stop the woman. “Please, Minerva!” Severus was attaching a tube to Harry’s pacifier so that he would suck the potion down himself, without force. Severus pushed the pacifier into Harry’s screaming mouth. He bounced him moderately, “Come on baby, suck on your soother. Calm baby, calm.” After a few moments, Harry obliged, and began suckling his soother. He startled when he felt a potion come through, but it tasted sweet so he suckled with earnest. Moments later Severus could feel the boy relax in his arms. He set Harry down on the bed, but Harry reached his grabby hands. “Daddy… Daddy…” Severus picked him back up and had Harry’s back against his own chest, so he could face the medical witch. “What is going on Severus?” Minerva demanded. Poppy began working on Harry, who was lazily sucking his pacifier but allowing the glass to be removed and healing ointment to be applied to his wounds. “Albus already filled you in on this Minerva. Harry has become a little, my little. He is very young, often littler than 2, though he can get bigger in moments of defiance,” Severus offered the gist version. “I know that Severus. You can now know I look after Mr. Malfoy, instilling the same discipline measures you have for Mr Potter. What I meant was, what is going on with the child’s face?” Severus’ face showed his shock. He didn’t know that Minerva also engaged in regression and training of disobedient students. He had wondered why Malfoy was gone from his last class. This must be as a new of an arrangement as his was with Harry. Severus cleared his throat. “Harry had an accident while riding a toy broom. He crashed into the coffee table and obtained these wounds.” Poppy was already finish attending to the boy’s face, and she stripped the boy down, as it was covered in coffee. She examined him for burns but found none. She ran her wand over him for any other wounds or problems. She looked at Severus and stated, “All his wounds are healed, there will be no lasting damage as you can see. The ointment worked 100%. But this diagnostic shows he is constipated Severus. Were you aware?” Severus sighed, thankful that the medical witch knew how to treat his baby quickly. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a sign of his tiredness. “Yes, Poppy. He is refusing use of his diaper at the moment.” “I could give him some potions to help move that a long,” Poppy smiled. “No need,” Severus shook his head. “I’ve already added something to baby’s milk. He should be cleared out today. If not, we will return. Thank you Poppy.” Harry looked up at him. “Daddy!” He yelled. He had spiked his milk? Harry growled. Damn it. He did not want to shit in diapers. He didn’t want to shit in front of anyone! Severus patted baby’s back. “It’s ok baby, let’s go home. Minerva let me know if in a while you and Mr Malfoy would like to do a play date. Once the head space is solidified I think it would be enjoyable for all.” “Of course, Severus. We look forward to it,” She smiled. Albus followed them both out, a twinkle in his eye.
  8. Ann and Joe Chapter 1 Same old plot, different names, slightly different story – I’ll think of something new eventually! I know that some people like this scenario. I do too, so I hope those who like it enjoy it. Joe’s recovery was trying for both him and his wife Ann. Ann was trying to juggle her job as an executive with an international company with caring for Joe, and there was still their large home and grounds to look after. They had a gardener, who now took on Joe’s chores in the garden as well, but Ann had always liked to do her own housework, and continued to do so. It was six months after the accident, and Joe was still struggling. He was whole physically, but he still had motor problems. His coordination was not improving as well as had been hoped. The months in hospital had robbed him of much of his strength, and he still had a lot of trouble with simple tasks. He emotional state continued to be fragile, and his short term memory was not up to complex tasks. He needed reminding often for ordinary things, and would surprise Ann by odd behaviours such as forgetting to put his pants on after his shower bath unless Ann helped him dress, or he would ask silly questions or misinterpret straightforward things. In short, he could be a trial, even for Ann who loved him. Ann had found that she had to institute some rules around the house. She couldn’t trust Joe in the kitchen, for example, so he was banned from there without Ann being present. He no longer drove, of course, and couldn’t use the keypad on the phone, or a keyboard. Ann had been working from home as much as she could, but that practice had been taking a toil on her work, and much as she tried not to, she had begun to resent having to supervise Joe most of the day. Joe was OK settled in front of the screen, watching the material he liked. He wasn’t interested in talking heads, and couldn’t follow complex storylines. He wasn’t interested in current affairs any more, and although Ann had tried to follow the doctors’ directions and push him towards more challenging material just as Joe’s physical therapy was intended to ask increasingly more of him, she felt less guilt as time went on about taking the easy option and letting Joe watch the cartoons and childrens’ programs he preferred. She even lied slightly to the doctors about that, justifying her decisions by reminding herself how irresponsible Joe had been in lying to her about what he was doing at the time of the accident. He had been drunk, and had been on his way to visit his secretary, ostensibly as far as Ann could make out to deliver some work material to the girl. Ann suspected it was more than that, but she hadn’t been able to get the story from Joe and the girl herself had returned to New Zealand and was well out of reach. There wasn’t much point pursuing it, anyway. Things were what they were, and Joe was certainly loving in his way, and Ann found a new kind of fondness for him in caring for him. It wasn’t as though Joe was out of reach in any way, either. There were times when he was his old self, just with some physical problems. But most of the time, he was ‘compromised’ as one of the doctors had said, and quite dependent on Ann. They’d had no children, and sometimes Ann found that his affectionate dependence made her feel maternal in a way. Ann did feel guilty about that. After all, he was 28, and while not an imposing physical specimen, he was not a child, even if he did behave like one at times. Ann looked now at Joe, who was sleeping on the sofa. He often got tired in mid afternoon, and Ann was happy to let him sleep. An afternoon nap reduced the chance of him becoming frustrated and fractious which he did when he was tired. Ann understood how hard it must be for him, and did her best to keep him happy. She smiled at her sleeping husband. He had a favourite pillow, which he tended to clutch close when he slept. He even took it to bed with him now. Ann didn’t mind. They didn’t have sex any more – Joe was effectively impotent now, but he liked cuddling. Apart from his occasional grumpy turns, the only time he was a real handful was when he wet the bed. He hated that happening, and now that it was happening a couple of times a month, Ann had suggested that he slept in the spare bedroom. He was still welcome in her bed for a cuddle in the evening and in the morning when he would wander in and climb into the big bed they had once shared, but for the bulk of the night Ann preferred him in his own bed with the plastic sheet he resented so much beneath him. It saved a lot of washing. Ann had suggested night time protective pants for him, but he had got so cross she dropped the subject. He’d wet twice in the last week, and even with the plastic sheet it still meant washing the bottom sheet and the pyjamas he now wore, as well as his favoured pillow, which had had managed to soak as well on the last occasion. A few days later, Ann was asked to attend to some work that had to be done in the office. Ann had minimized it as much as she could, but she still had to be away from home for two whole days. She was ashamed to admit it, but she was looking forward to the break. She had organized with Joe’s physical therapist someone to come to the house, just to keep an eye on things and make sure Joe was OK. She wondered how Joe would take the news. He could be very insistent that he could cope alone, but the few times Ann had left him alone he had had a few issues. There was the pan boiled dry that had initiated the kitchen ban, and another time he had spilled the lunch she had left for him all over the leather armchair he was sitting in. They weren’t big things, but Ann felt that it was still risky to leave him home all day. ‘I don’t need anyone!’ Joe had said predictably when Ann had broached the subject. Ann had used the phrase ‘sit with you’, innocently enough, but it had got Joe upset. ‘You said a sitter,’ he complained. ‘I don’t need a sitter. I’m a grown man.’ ‘Yes, honey,’ said Ann, ‘But you forget things. You drop things. It’s not your fault, but it’s too risky to leave you here all by yourself for two whole days.’ ‘No!’ said Joe, and set his mouth in a pout. 'All by myself! I'm not a child. You don't have to talk to me like that!' Ann couldn’t help laughing, but she stopped laughing when she saw Joe's lips quivering and his eyes moistening. She realised that such a mundane thing as having someone around to ensure his safety was a big thing to Joe in nis newly dependent state. She hugged Joe, and tried to explain again, to more resistance from him, but she had to put her foot down. ‘Joe, it’s done, honey,’ she said. ‘I’ve arranged for her to come tomorrow and the next day. She has a lot of experience looking after people, and I’m sure you’ll like her. She works with people with problems all the time, and you can just do what you normally do. She’ll be there to help you if you need, just like I am.’ So it was settled, despite Joe sulkily stomping off to the couch and turning on the TV. Peg worked as a nurse at a respite centre for injured adults and children, and she had impressed Ann at an interview at the centre where the therapist had directed Ann. Ann liked the centre too. It seemed a very caring environment, where the patients were accepted with their various issues. Ann decided to keep the place in mind. She hadn’t told Joe, but she was under consideration for a job on the other side of the country for a few weeks. On the strength of what she’d seen at the centre, she had decided to make herself definitely available. She was hoping that if Joe had a good rapport with Peg, it might be possible for him to stay at the centre for a while. Ann decided to have a chat with Peg about it too. Peg was a no-nonsense woman, well built and deliberate in her actions, but clearly patient and with a kind heart. She had asked Ann a lot of questions about Joe’s behavior and his needs, and Ann felt confident that Joe would be in good hands. To be continued.
  9. This will contain graphic words and have a sexual content between a man and a woman! Rebbecca worked at an old law firm, one that had been started about 90 years ago! Old Mr. Snedly's father had started it! Passed it on to his son old Mr. Snedly, who brought his son Middle Mr. Snedly on as a partner, who brought his son Young Mr. Snedly in as a partner! Young was misleading he was almost 60. She had worked for him for about 10 years! They had hired her right out of University, and she had worked for them since! She was considered beautiful, she had to beat Old Mr. Snedly off with a stick, he might be old as dirt, but he certainly was a dirty old man! It kept her on her toes, he followed her to the lady's restroom one day, seveal years ago! That was her hiding place up until then! She was blonde, which some people thought meant stupid! They had bought into the dumb blonde jokes! She liked it when the men underestimated her she was no blonde joke, you did that and she would hand you your ass! She still went to the gym about two or three times a week where she did Zumba and did cardiovascular exercises. Plus she lifted weights! Her body was toned, as she got older, it was getting harder to stay that way! Rebbecca was also married to her husband of about 8 years Stuart or Stu as everyone called him! He was a a cop, well he was in charge of Dispatch for the local Police Department. He had cought a few bullits and it left him with some medical issues one was his lung was damaged running made him pass out, the one good lung he had left couldn't keep up with the oxygen needs of his body, so he would pass out! He still lifted lots of weights and worked out with machines! Just nothing that involved running or lots of cardiovascular exercises! Rebbecca Called Stu and told him that it looks like another late night for her tonight! Should I save you dinner Becca? That's what he called her. Better not it looks like until the wee hours of the morning! We got that lawsuit that were fighting for our client! Looks like a late night strategy meeting, they will probably bring us in food! Sorry I can't spend this beautiful Friday night with you dear, Rebbecca said! Well maybe I'll see you late, late tonight Stu said, you know I love you Mrs Phelps! Yes I am aware Mr. Phelps! See you when I get home then, maybe! It was another boring strategy meeting, Rebecca was fried, she had started work at 7 am and here it was almost midnight in about 19 minutes! Old Mr. Snedly was dozing off she didn't mind at least when he was asleep he wasn't chasing her! Since the Senior partner was falling asleep they decided that the meeting needed to end! It would be midnight in 12 minutes. She got out of there as fast as she possibly could, into her car, onto the freeway, and home, her watch read 12:07 am as se walked through the door. She started dropping clothes her jacket then her blouse her bra came next! Dammit if it didn't feel great to unleash her girls! Her tweed skirt was unziped, it was the companion to her jacket, dropped about 1/2 the way up the stairs! Her panty hose was next. As she she arrived at the door clad only in her panties she took them off so she was entirely naked as she entered her bed room! Stu was aseep she was naked, she had a thought of her and Stu getting it on, or one of Stu's favorite a lick in the whiskers! She pulled the blankets down on her side of the bed and there they were! Her two thick nighttime diapers and her plastic panties! And her pajamas! Stu was so conciderate! At 32 years old Rebbecca still wet her bed, like she had when she was 5,15 or 25, she had never stopped! She checked Stu, sure enough he had his protection on for the night! When he was shot a bullit hit the nerve that controls Stu's bladder in the day time he's not got a probem! At night he culdnt stay dry if his life depended on it, just like her! They had met when Stu was suing the city! They weren't going to dismiss him due to being left a bed wetter! But was suing claiming that there were other jobs that he could do, like dispatch lead! The job had been given to a female but since he met the criteria, and was a male they had overlooked him! He was claiming sexual harrasment! She ended up being his attorney! They won the case he was able to do the dispatch coordinator job! During the trial his medical issues were brought up including his bed wetting!
  10. This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated. This story is a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. As I begin posting this I have about 12 chapters completed. I will post one or two a week and hopefully stay ahead of where I’m posting with new chapters. Please keep in mind this story is a work of total fiction, and resemblance to real people or places is unintentional! If you would like to know more about the canon universe visit www.whateleyacademy.net . Please note this is a complete work of fiction which does involve future diaper and ABDL content that is a complete work of fantasy. This is my first work in this genre, please be patient with any and all cliches that may or may not come about! Chapter 1: I STARED AT the road as Mom drove me to school. The town where I grew up in was a category of its own really as one of the most unique towns in the world. Just for me to come to school, we had to drive through a checkpoint with a guard shack manned by an MP! As usual though my mom was waived through like normal without stopping. The only time they really checked vehicles like a military base was when there was some sort of alert. The town of Los Alamos itself was on the backside of a beautiful mountain that was a part of the Rocky Mountains. I loved hiking and fishing the mountain streams with my dad on the occasional weekend he wasn’t bogged down in his research projects. I felt a prod in my side and looked over at my baby sister in her car seat. She poked me with the play hairbrush that she was using on her doll. “Why’d you poke me?” I asked Lily. “You play with me later?” I sighed, “If I get a chance I will later Lily. I have a lot of assignments due soon…” Lily looked at me with her pretty green eyes, “Please?” I sighed again, “We’ll see Lily Bear.” With that I tickled her a little to make her smile. “Stop dat!” She giggled. I smiled at her as Mom pulled up to the loading zone at the school. Lily was probably the prettiest baby sister that I knew of! She was a total oops child for my mom a bit over two years ago. My parents apparently forgot where babies came from one week while I was out of town at a camp. I opened the door of the Toyota Land Cruiser and swung out. “Don’t forget that you have Tae Kwon Do tonight,” Mom reminded me through the window that she had rolled down. “Like I could forget?!?” I asked with a bit of incredulity. I was testing for my second degree black belt tonight! I just hoped I could manage to pass this test. If I could get this belt, then I would be able to really think about teaching in my own studio after I graduated college. After this belt though I would no longer be able to just test at home, I would be flying to major cities or maybe even to Korea! For something I had been practically forced to do at the start, I had really grown a love of it! I walked down the hallway to my locker to drop off a couple things. I passed my reflection in the window of a dark classroom and shook my head. I was one of the nerdiest of the nerdy kids to my peers, and in Los Alamos that was saying something! I was a decent height, five foot eleven, but was a total stick. It didn’t matter how much I ate - it took tons of fat just to get me to 105 pounds. That was with my clothes and shoes on! My brown hair was also really long - three inches past my shoulders in a neat ponytail. As far as anyone else was concerned I was really just riding the fad, but there was a deeper reason for it that I wasn’t about to share with anyone. “Nick!” I heard behind me. “Hey Jacob,” I said as I turned to one of my few real friends voices. “Did you get the math homework done?!?” He was in a panic. I groaned, like always he hadn’t done anything but played games last night. I spent the next few minutes walking to our first period band class being cajoled into helping him finish - ie copying my homework. “Please Nick!” He pleaded. “Jacob, you’re not asking to copy Nick’s homework, again are you?” Hannah asked with disdain. “Umm… maybe?” Jacob said, “Unless you’ll help me out?” He asked and batted his eyelashes. We both laughed. Jacob, Hannah, and I were like the three musketeers. Hannah and I had been friends for a long time and was one of the few people in the world that I felt like I could trust with anything. She also happened to be Lily’s go to babysitter if my parents and I weren’t available. I had a crush on her that confused me on a regular basis since I really just thought of her as a best friend. I looked at my cell phone for the time and figured we had about ten minutes to save Jacobs rear again. It’s not that he was stupid… he was probably as smart as I was, but he was lazy when it came to homework. Amazingly he managed to keep good grades up - of course his parents probably would have killed him otherwise. That’s the thing with having two parents with PhDs, slacking isn’t even a remote option. I was fortunate that my parents only had the one PhD between them… but it was almost like two since the only reason Mom didn’t have hers in Chemistry was that she found it too hard to take care of me and work on her doctorate. Dad was considered very useful at the lab due to his Bachelors in Mechanical Engineering and his Doctorate in Physics. Their graduate degrees both came from MIT and their undergrads were at rival Ivy League schools. Needless to say my parents were smart! In any other town their resumes would shine like a star, but in Los Alamos they were practically a dime a dozen. The number of well-educated parents in the community was absurd! As the first bell rang I pulled my flute case from my backpack and went to sit in my first chair spot that I had fought for so hard. Playing flute as a guy is never a task that will avoid people giving you grief. Fortunately I was one of three guys in the flute section, so I wasn’t alone, but still… I had quickly figured out that the way to shut up most of the chatter in junior high was by being better than everyone else. Well, that and the Tae Kwon Do lessons that they figured out I took by then. My sensei trained me never to be the aggressor from the time my parents had me start in second grade. That didn’t stop me from protecting myself when attacked though. It sadly took until seventh grade before the last bully figured out the folly of attacking me. “Morning,” the band director said as he sipped a cup of coffee. “Morning Mr. Munez,” I responded politely. We both shared the same value of there being no ‘good’ in mornings and had our private joke with this greeting. Before too long rehearsal began and I once again had to hide a guilty pleasure that we were playing music from Frozen for our Christmas Concert in three weeks. Of course it might have been just that we were playing music that wasn’t traditional Christmas music too! That had to be played that day too unfortunately. It didn’t matter what a composer did with Jingle Bells, it still got old! At lunch I sat with Hannah, Jacob, and a couple other friends. “So your big test is tonight, huh?” Hannah asked. I blushed but nodded, “I hope I don’t fail it…” She gave me a hard stare, “Of course you won’t fail it. Didn’t you like just win several competitions this year?” I shrugged, “This isn’t a competition, and even if it was there would be just as good of a chance of things going wrong.” She kicked me under the table, “Come on, positive attitude!” I smiled at her, “Okay, if you’ll quit beating me up I’ll think positively.” That led to her kicking me again for spite. “So I hear it’s supposed to snow tonight?” Jacob asked. “Yeah, but don’t you go jinxing it!” I said with a warning. Truth be told it would take a fair amount of snow for school to be cancelled. Living in the mountains you just had to learn to deal with it much of the time. It’s why if you lived on the outskirts of town, like my family, you had to have a four-wheel drive vehicle. Hannah gave him the glare too. “Think the ski resort will open this year?” I asked thoughtfully. “Even if it doesn’t we could always go hit Sandia or go up to Wolf Creek over Christmas Break,” Hannah suggested. “My parents have offered to take us up to either.” “That would be sweet!” I said with a smile. “I’m hoping my parents will get me a new board for Christmas.” We spent the remainder of our lunchtime talking before having to go our separate ways to classes. I managed to get through the end of the day, and my Calculus test, without too much trouble. By the time I fought my way through the hallways full of students to the curb outside my mom was waiting for me in our car. I climbed into the back out of habit so I could sit next to Lily. “You know you’d have to do a lot less driving if you’d let me get a car,” I suggested to her. “Your father and I want to wait until after Christmas Break,” she reiterated. I had just turned 18 the week before, but for whatever reasons my parents still didn’t want me driving by myself yet. It was like she could see my whining getting ready to increase, “Besides, you haven’t gotten a job to pay for it either…” I sighed. “Just be patient sweetie,” she said. I looked to my left and saw my baby sister sleeping quietly in her car seat. “How did you get the princess to sleep?” I asked quietly. Mom shook her head; “She had a playdate today with Becky’s daughter Zoe. They didn’t stop running from the time I dropped you off at school until I packed her up twenty minutes ago.” “Whatever works, huh?” I smiled. I looked back over at her red hair that mom had put into pigtails this morning. One of the rubber bands was starting to slide off so I gently fixed it. Mom drove us home to our house that was outside the city limits. Los Alamos is a weird town because it’s technically all government property. That means if you wanted to own your own house you had to move outside of town and commute. I didn’t mind because it meant our house that backed right up to the forest. Well, sort of… There was a major fire in 2000, and another later one had happened, so my family decided it was for the best when we moved here to clear the land immediately around the house. No sense making it easy for the house to burn down in a forest fire! Our house had two stories with a full basement that contained a workout room, play room, and home theater. As I grew older the playroom became more of a hangout room for my friends and I. The playroom was back mostly in use now though with Lily and had toys scattered everywhere in the room. Once Mom parked I threw my backpack on my shoulders and went to Lily’s side of the car. I opened the door, quietly unbuckled her highness, and then picked her up gently. Mom gave me an appreciative smile. I had to appreciate that she only weighed 25 pounds at this point. She was on the very small size for her age of two-and-a-half. “Is she wet?” Mom asked quietly. I felt her diaper under her tights and nodded as we walked into the house. “Here,” she motioned, “hand her to me and I’ll change her before I put her down to finish this miracle nap.” I smiled at her, “I’ll do it Mom.” “How did I get lucky enough to have a son that doesn’t mind changing his sister's diapers?” She smiled at me. “I don’t know,” I told her with a smile and walked upstairs past my bedroom door and to Lily’s room. My parents had switched her crib rails out last month for her toddler bed version of the bed, but had kept Lily’s changing table in there. I gently sat her down on it and took care of the wet diaper. Truth be told I loved taking care of my sister! She was the most precious person in the universe to me. I was able to get her tights pulled back up and lay her down in her bed without her stirring a bit. The pacifier she had in her mouth never once looked like it was in danger of falling out either! I walked quietly out of her room and went down the hall to mine. I sat down at the desk to start doing my homework. I only had about thirty minutes until Mom would call me down for dinner and then I would need to change for my testing. I figured it was just enough time to start typing the ridiculous essay that I had to write for English. My teacher wanted three pages analyzing Dante’s satirical use of people in the Inferno. It’s not that there weren’t plenty of people and characters to use, it was that all three of those pages would have to be perfect for her to be happy. I sighed and began typing. I managed to get through the first page when I was invaded. “Can I help?” Lily asked me as she climbed into my lap with her favorite doll. I smiled at her, “I wish you could!” “Play with me?” She asked with a smile. “Hmm… I kind of have to get this done,” I told her. She frowned. “Please?” I looked at the clock, Mom was going to call us down for dinner any minute. I was just about to give in to her sweet eyes when Mom came in. “Dinner’s ready you two.” I looked at Lily, “Maybe tomorrow night?” I suggested gently. She looked like she was going to go into her crying tantrum mode so I started tickling her. She instantly started laughing as I tickled her mercilessly for a moment. “Stop…” she cried and I stood up with her still in my arms. “Let’s go eat,” I told her and carried her downstairs. At the table I set her in her highchair. Dad came in the door right as I finished buckling Lily in. He gave Lily and mom a kiss, said, “Hi,” to me, and went to go wash up. We sat down to mom’s roast and potatoes she had put in the crockpot that morning. She looked up at the clock as I finished eating, “Nicholas go get ready,” she told me. “Okay,” I said with the butterflies flying in my stomach. It took me less than ten minutes to get dressed in my gi and I made sure that I looked ready for my testing. I walked out of my room to see Mom changing Lily again. She usually had a messy diaper right after dinner and it seemed like this was the case tonight too as I could smell it from the doorway. She had her bottle in her hand while she was being changed. “I’m ready,” I said with a smile. “So is Lily, huh?” Mom said and gave her a kiss. I loved my sister, but I have to say she was extremely lucky to always have so much attention from us. ‘I wish I received half that attention!’ I smiled. My parents and I loaded up the Land Cruiser and headed to the dojo where I studied. Mom gave me a hug, Dad said, “Good luck” and I went to my place at the front of the middle line. Other students trickled in and before I knew it our sensei had us warming up and running through some simple forms as a group. A few other parents were there for the younger children that night, as well as a couple of my friends who were taking other belt tests. “Tonight we have twelve students testing for their next belt,” Sensei announced as he had us gathered around the outside edges of the room. “We will go in order of lower belts to higher belts.” He explained the process and I watched the other eleven students test through their forms, breaking, and sparring. It seemed like no time at all before I was called up. “Nicholas Hammerstein, please step forward.” He smiled at me. I walked to the center of the room, “Nicholas is testing for the highest belt he can earn here. After this belt he will have to test elsewhere with a grandmaster present. Good luck,” he told me. “Thank you Sensei,” I said politely bowing. He called out for me to do my forms and I hoped I did a credible job. I was less worried about this part than the breaking test. I sized up the boards I was to break first with a punch and was relieved to see all of them broken after I tried. He had me perform a kick break which I successfully nailed too. I was feeling confident as the sparring portion came up. “Nicholas, you will spar against Randy,” he told me, motioning to a student who had just successfully tested for his first level black belt the previous month. I watched him like a hawk and would have been declared the victor by points if this were a tournament. At that point Sensei concluded the match. I stood at attention before him. “Nicholas, you have performed well for your test, and it is my great honor to bestow your second degree black belt to you.” He handed me my new belt and I bowed to him. “Thank you Sensei,” I said. Suddenly I was attacked from below by a pink bundle. He laughed at me, “You are going to need a higher degree belt to deal with that one!” I held Lily all the way back to the car and put her in her car seat. “You so cool!” She told me with a smile. “Thank you Lily,” I told her and reached over to hand her doll to her. That night we went and found a place to get ice cream before heading home. We talked about how confident I had been as I moved through the testing. Dad mentioned he thought I might even have a chance of sparring against mutants, but I shook my head. I knew how good they were from some of the tournaments that ran side-by-side with mine at times! They just usually had too much speed and faster reflexes; even if they didn’t have the strength to throw a car a block away! We eventually finished our ice cream and I fell asleep as soon as we got back into the car. It had been a long day! MOM WOKE ME up at home and I discovered the snow had indeed started to fall! “Snow!!!” Lily said excitedly waking back up. ‘Uh-oh,’ I thought, ‘I bet she’s going to be a hyper handful for the rest of the night. I looked at my phone and groaned when I realized how late it was. ‘10pm already?!?’ I went upstairs, showered, and put my pajamas on before trying to get some of my homework done. The essay could wait until tomorrow night, but the math homework wouldn’t. I scrambled to do the six calculus problems but was struggling on the final one when my dad came in. “It’s time for bed Nicholas,” he said. I sighed, “I have to get this last problem done first Dad, I just can’t figure out where I’m going wrong.” I hoped that would get his attention and maybe he would help. He gave me a stare that told me he knew exactly what I was up to, but he looked at the clock next to my desk and said, “What is it?” Dad looked at it for five minutes and scratched his head too. “Okay… If this number was different this would work out to a nice even number, but the way it’s written… It has to be a mistake,” he said to me. “How would you solve it though if it’s right?” I asked. I watched as he found another piece of paper and started solving the equation using his much higher level math knowledge he’d gained from his physics doctorate. “Well, this is the solution as written, but you can’t fully solve it either because of this,” he pointed to errors. “Why don’t you…” He walked me through what he had done to get to that point at least and I copied it down. I understood how he did it, but like him I was pretty sure there was an error. This way when I spoke to the teacher tomorrow I could have both an answer and a question on whether the problem was wrong! “Okay, time for bed now!” he said. “Thank you Dad,” I said as I gave him a hug, “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t know math!” He laughed, “You’d be fine, my parents used to look at my calculus homework and then walk away as quickly as they could!” I decided to go to the bathroom one last time and watched Mom put down Lily in her bed. As much as she was growing up she still wanted to be held in the rocking chair and told a bedtime story each night with her bottle. I figured one of these days Mom was going to have to be mean and finally take away her bottles, pacifiers, and potty train her, but she seemed in no hurry to do so. She turned and saw me walking back to my room, “You should have been in bed a half hour ago,” she said with a look. “Sorry, Dad was helping me with homework. Besides, why should I go to bed before my baby sister?” I asked with a smirk. “She takes naps,” Mom said with a smirk of her own. She gave me a hug, “Good night Nicholas.” “Night Mom,” I told her and crawled into bed. My last thoughts before going to sleep were, ‘I did it! I’m a second degree black belt!’ and then ‘I’m so jealous of Lily, I wish I could have a bedtime story and a bottle!’ SOMETIME IN THE middle of the night I woke up completely sweaty and chilled. I pulled a blanket that had fallen on the ground on and wrapped myself tighter, but I couldn’t stop shivering. I must have been audibly whimpering or something because my door opened and Mom came in. “Are you okay?” I shook my head, “I’m cold and shi-hi-vvv-vv-ering.” She took one look at me and turned the lights on. I felt her hand on my forehead. “You’re burning up,” she said with concern. I watched her leave the room and she came back with a thermometer and a wash cloth. She stuck the thermometer in my mouth and put the washcloth on my head. “This can’t be right…” she said. “Levi!!!” She shouted. Dad came sleepily in my room. “What’s wrong?” “He’s burning up… you don’t think…?” This wasn’t making much sense to me as I was just not feeling. All I could focus on was how much nicer it would be if she could just pick me up and hold me, maybe I’d be warm enough then. “I feel like I’m going to be sick,” I said suddenly standing up and trying to run to the bathroom. As I got to the doorway of the bathroom I saw my baby sister standing in her nightgown with her pacifier looking at me scared. I felt bad that I had woken her up, she looked so cute. That was my last thought before everything suddenly went black.
  11. Hi I was just wondering if any cloth wearers have any advice on someone who's just starting out? I saw a picture of Lolette from ABDreams the other day on Tumblr and she was wearing a cloth diaper and it looked really comfortable, how would I get something similar too what she's wearing or how to make them? Picture Link if You Can't See it: http://tinypic.com/r/oqbx8y/8
  12. Having been required to wear diaper due to urinary incontinent for over 20 years, I have gotten used to wearing diapers and don’t overly worry about who notices that I am diapered, I only try and make the best of it. Most of the time, I am in a Dry 24/7 or cloth diaper and plastic pants with just shorts and a T shirt on. This past weekend, weather was beautiful in Florida and I decided to go to a local tiki bar on the Intercoastal Waterway. I applied a good coat of baby lotion followed by a dusting of baby powder and changed into one of my thick and trusty dry 24/7 with blue carousel nursery print plastic pants covered by cargo shorts and a T shirt. When I arrived, the place was packed and parking was hard to find. I stepped up to the bars, said my hellos and ordered a drink. I have to say, the first one went down easily and I had forgot or ignored the fact I was in such a thick diaper when I went for another drink. I was just over a half through with the second one when a friend Rachel walked up to the bar. Every time I see her, she is always happy and full of life. I have to say had it been in different times I would have made a move for her. She greeted everyone with a hug and a kiss as I went back about my business of relaxing and people watching. About that time, Rachel came up to me and asked where her hug was as she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "you smell nice baby" I only heard baby and blushed as she patted me on my bottom and whispered "you might need a change soon." I stood there blushing and scared wondering how she figured out I was wearing diapers. I started to worry that she might tell everyone as she walked away towards the bathroom. I thought to myself, what I would say next and how I would explain my overly thick diapers due to incontinence to this beautiful women. I saw her coming back out of the bathroom and head straight towards me. She walked up and looked at me and said, “I always wondered why you had such a cute puffy bottom and hardly ever went to the bathroom. She continued with her curiosity and asked if I was really in a diaper as she lifted the hem of my shirt, squeezed my thick diaper and patted my plastic pants. Hoping no one was watching, I replied, obviously I was and I asked if she wouldn't tell anyone. She told me “It will be our little secret for now.” I told her I was incontinent from an accident and had to wear diapers. She continued to lift my shirt and pull my shorts out, when she noticed my blue nursery print plastic pants sticking out the top of my shorts and asked “why are you wearing baby pants then?” I told her, they are not baby pants, they are just plastic pants. She laughed and said,” I’ve never seen an adult in baby blue plastic pants with little characters on them, so they must be baby pants!” I pulled my shirt back down and asked her to stop as someone may be watching. She continued to ask "do you use your diapers for their intended purpose? Do you need to go right now? Do you need a change yet? I was floored, a little embarrassed and nervous all at the same time. By the time she was done asking her questions I noticed drinks had gone into effect on me and I had to pee adding to my already wet diaper. I couldn't lie to her now about using my diaper so I told her I did have to go and I do use them for what they are made for. I added, “in fact, I am already wet.” She giggled and got a huge smile on her face. Some people, heard and saw what she was doing, but luckily no one I knew heard every word or saw her checking my diaper. We stood out at the tiki bar saying hi to friends as she kept patting my diapered bottom and listening to it crinkle all the time smiling at me. She whispered in my ear, “You know your loving it, I can see your diaper starting to poke out in the front,” she was right, I was loving it! By this time, I had enough to drink and was thoroughly soaked. I told Rachel I had to go home and change as I did not bring a spare on with me. Once again, she pulled the back of my shorts out to perform a diaper check as I prayed no one was looking. She snickered, patted my bottom again and said, “I think somebody has a very wet diaper and needs his little diaper changed.” I paid my bill as well as Rachel’s. I turned to say goodbye to her as she gave me a hug and squeezed the back of my diaper while saying “you better bring spare diapers with you next time or I will tell everyone what a sissy diaper boy you are!” I quickly walked away thinking what had I got myself into this time? Over MLK weekend, I decided to go back to the Tiki bar for something to eat and a drink or two, hoping I would not run into Rachel again and endure more of the diaper humiliation she dished out last time. I think deep down I was really fantasizing about what would happen if I did run into her again and how far she would take it. It was about mid-day and I had an already wet diaper on so I jumped into the shower to clean up before going out. I laid out a thick and crinkly dry 24/7, jumped up on it and dusted myself heavily with baby powder before tightly taping up the diaper. I remembered, the last time I wore my blue carousel nursery print plastic pants that Rachel had noticed and teased me relentlessly about wearing baby pants. This time I thought I would go for it and wear my soft pink nursery print plastic pants covered by a thin pair cargo shorts and a long sleeve T shirt. Once dressed, I took a look in the mirror, realizing that the diaper was a little more obvious than I thought as I walked out the door. The bar was packed usual, I said my hellos and took a seat on a stool at the end of the bar noticing just how thick and noisy my diaper really was. I was talking to a bartender named Julie when I felt someone’s hands slip something over my head as I looked down to see a necklace with a baby’s pacifier on the end of it. I turned around to see Rachel smiling at me and tell everyone that she had just attended a baby shower and it was one of the party gag gifts. She laughed and said “you like it don’t you baby?” I went to take it off as she whispered in my ear that I better keep it on or she will tell everyone what a diaper boy I really am. She turned to give everyone hugs and a kisses and then walked back up to me and said “well baby, are you going to stand and give me a hug or not?” She gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek and said "you always smell so nice and fresh like a baby." She then proceeded to pat me on my diapered bottom and whispered "What's a big boy like you doing in diapers and baby pants, huh? You look just like my two year old nephew. I love patting his cute bulging diapered bottom too." I was blushing so hard I could feel my cheeks burning as I prayed no one saw what she just did. In order to avoid any further humiliation, I grabbed her a barstool and slid it next to mine. She sat down and looked at me with a beautiful smile as she started patting my crotch, and said. "How are my baby's diapers? Are they wet?" I told her no, that I was dry. She looked around to make sure no one was watching as she lifted my shirt and quickly spotted my pink nursery print plastic pants sticking out the top of my shorts laughed and said “I guess you’re a baby girl today if you’re wearing pink baby pants then.” I looked at her and said “I told you last time, they are not baby pants, and they are just plastic pants for incontinence.” She giggled and said, “Why don’t we ask Julie if your pretty little pink plastic pants with little characters on them are baby pants or not!” I pulled my shirt back down and as she turned and told Julie she has a question. I turned bright red and said “please don’t do this to me, what do I have to do for you to keep this our secret?” She continued to pat my diapered crotch, laughed and said, "I love to tease you and make you blush," just as Julie walked over and she said “can we get a large ice tea for my baby here?” I blushed at the thought of constantly being called baby, but was glad she did not take the humiliation any further. About twenty minutes later, I started squirming in my seat. She looked at me with a devilish grin and said, “What's the matter, baby? Do you need to go potty?" A couple people gave me an odd look as she said this. "Yes," I replied. "I got to go real bad." She giggled and responded, “Your wearing diapers and baby pants, so pee.” By then my bladder was aching. I couldn't hold it any longer. I stood up and told her I was going to the restroom as she grabbed my hand and told me to sit down or she will pull my shorts down in front of everyone. She looked at me and said “Do you really want everyone to see what a big baby you really are in your diapers and pretty pink baby pants, then sit down?” I sat down quickly just as I started wetting my diaper. It came out so fast you could hear an obvious hissing sound coming from my baby pants. I had to admit to myself that the hot, wet diapers gave me a tremendous hard-on. Rachel noticed the bulge in my baby pants and started to pat my diaper and said, "So that's why you like to wear diapers, huh?" I couldn't answer her because I was on the verge of tears. Now she knew every shameful detail and I hated to think what would happen next. I was thoroughly soaked and humiliated as I told Rachel I had to go home and change. She smiled and lifted my shirt and pulled the back of my shorts out to perform a diaper check as I prayed no one was looking. She laughed, patted my bottom and said, “It looks like the big baby has a very wet diaper and needs his diapers changed.” I paid my bill and told her I would see her later. She gave me a glaring look and responded, “I told you last time that you better bring a change of diapers and plastic pants with you or I will tell everyone what a sissy diaper boy you are. Did you bring them or not?” I told her have spare diapers and plastic pants in my truck, but did not really want her to see me in just diapers and have to change me. She laughed at me and replied, I have changed many of baby’s diapers in my life and seen many little boys wee wees. I blushed and stood to go out to my truck with her behind me squeezing and patting the seat of my diaper and telling me how much fun this is going to be as she took hold of my hand. Luckily for me, my truck was parked against a hill and next to some tall bushes. I opened the back door near the bushes and showed her my backpack with everything in it. She took out a Dry 24/7 diaper, commenting that it looked like a big boy pamper, a pair of yellow plastic pants, baby wipes and powder. “Well” she replied, “It looks like the big baby is ready for more than one diaper change.” I saw the yellow plastic pants with bears on it that that she picked out and got a raging hard-on again. She noticed my reaction and started laughing. "I know what baby wants to wear,” said Rachel as she rubbed the bulge in my baby pants. I nearly came right there. I stood there staring at her as she said, “that diaper is not going to change itself, so let’s get them big boy pants off first.” She started to unbutton my shorts as I tried to stop her and tell her we cannot do it here. She laughed and replied “it’s either here or in the ladies bathroom, you choose.” Rachel then pulled my shorts down and told me to step out of them and hop up on the seat as she patted my plastic panties telling me how cute they were. She guided me up onto the back seat and massaged the front of my plastic pants saying, "I bet baby can't help but cum in his little baby pants. I bet he even likes to sit and squish in his cum, huh? Wouldn't that be nice and shameful? She watched with glee as I exploded into the front of my diapers. It was the greatest orgasm of my life. I didn't think I had that much cum inside of me. She laughed at me and said, “Now we can change those wet and sticky diapers,” as she sternly told me to lift my butt, and proceeded to pull my plastic pants down and then un-taped my wet diapers "My, you are wet aren't you?" She exclaimed as she pulled the diaper from under me. Noticing my pacifier she placed around my neck earlier, "Lets pop this in, it'll help calm you down" She said. And before I knew it she'd popped the pacifier into my mouth. Almost without thinking I began to suck on it, the soft rubber nipple almost filling my mouth. Things were happening fast now, the pacifier had subdued me into submission, and Rachel was in full control, she slipped her fingers between my knees and gently forced my legs apart. I continued sucking on my pacifier as she unfolded the diaper and placed it on the seat between my legs. "Just lift your bottom up for me baby." She said softly. I did as I was told and she then slipped the diaper under my raised bottom. "There we go," She cooed softly. “Now let's get you cleaned up and make sure you’re nice and powdered shall we?" Rachel was smiling down at me as she twisted open the top of the powder bottle. I turned my head to one side as she began to sprinkle liberal amounts of powder over me. I laid right back and looked up at the roof of the truck, I shut my eyes tightly with embarrassment as she carefully rubbed some powder around my penis, lifting it gently with her fingers. Then she began to sprinkle fine layers of it all around my bottom, which fell like fine snow and filled the air with a sweet perfume. "There we are," she said "Baby's all ready." And so the moment had arrived, the moment I had been dreading with ever increasing frustration and shame. Here I was, a grown man, naked, lying on the seat of my truck with a pacifier in my mouth, about to be dressed in a diaper. I looked up, Rachel was smiling down at me, and behind that smile was a look of satisfaction and joy, like she was enjoying and reveling in my shame and embarrassment. She was in total control and I was utterly powerless to stop her. I closed my eyes tight shut as she gently pulled the diaper up and over my crotch. Then she reached across and removed the little tab from one of the side tapes. I felt the diaper tighten on one side as she stuck the tapes together. The plastic of the diaper rustled and crinkled as she pulled the other tapes across, pulling the diaper tightly around me. I remained in my exposed position as she then began to fiddle and adjust my diaper. She slipped her fingers under each side of the leg elastic and ran them all the way round, making sure that the elastic was not tucked in or twisted. I remember her 'pinging' the elastic against me, in a sort of mocking salute to a job well done, a pleasing smile on her face. The diaper rustled loudly as it was pulled about and adjusted, I could feel the bulkiness of it immediately, the thick mass of soft plastic diaper pushed against the insides of my legs, enveloping me, making it impossible to close my legs to any degree. The thin plastic edge at the top of the diaper came up quite high, almost to my belly button, she ran her fingers around the top, and giving my diaper a little tug to make sure it was fitted correctly. She lifted my legs once more as she picked up the yellow nursery print plastic pants. Then she gave them a shake and proceeded to place them over my feet. The plastic was soft yet rustled loudly as my feet were guided through the leg holes. I felt the elastic gradually tighten around my legs as they were pulled up to my thighs before being stretched and pulled up over my thick diaper. She then brought my legs down and proceeded to adjust them, she pulled the plastic pants up as high as she could, and tucked the diaper under them wherever it poked out. Then she once again spread my legs wide and closely examined the leg holes, paying particular attention in making sure the diaper was securely under the plastic pants, and each time she tucked the diaper in she would release the elastic with a snap. "There we go," She said proudly. Babies all done." And with that she leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead before taking my hands and pulling me up into a sitting position with my feet dangling over the side of the truck. I looked down at my diaper, hardly believing what I was seeing. It was so large and obtrusive. The plastic pants were stretched smooth over the diaper, and was shiny enough to reflect the light from the sun. The diaper was so thick between my legs. I opened my legs and caught a glimpse of the elastic around the leg holes where the plastic was bunched up and wrinkled. It felt so babyish. She took hold of my hands and pulled me out of the truck as my eyes darted around hoping no one could see my babyish attire. She threw my shorts at me and told me to meet her inside the bar as she turned and walked away and said, “you might want to take the pacifier out of your mouth first diaper boy.”
  13. Arthur Mitchell had known Betsy Allen since grade school. It was almost destined for them to get together as they were not only neighbors but we're the two in school every year that seemed to have the most wetting accidents. Well why not they were the kids that their parents seemed to have to wash wet sheets for every day because they couldn't seem to keep theirs dry. Arthur's and Betsy ' s mother's were talking and found that both of their kids were nighttime wetters and either or both would almost daily come home from school wet or would be wet before supper. Both were happy to have a sympathetic ear to discuss the raising of bed wetters, and pants wetters. They had tried punishments, no liquids after 1800 hours or 6 pm, getting them up at different hours of the night to go potty, rewards, alarms, medications but nothing seemed to help. Betsy was even called Betsy Wetsy by the other kids and her siblings, that really didn't seem to bother her. finally both mother's started to diaper their kids day and night which didn't cure them but helped them seem to fit in better at least the other kids quit calling Betsy; Betsy Wetsy other than her siblings who continued to call her that. About the time to start Junior High School both mothers took their child out of day time diapers, but both would either wet on the way home or later during play. But more often than not would be wet at school still so the diapers and plastic pants went back on until high school at least, both mother's thought that they would try it again then. Besides they were still wet at nights and between them both had not had more than a handful of dry nights since they were kids Since their mothers were so close Arthur would go over to Betsy ' s house with his mother or Betsy would go to Arthur's house with hers. They were left alone most times and the two mother's were oblivious to the budding romance between the two teenagers. Each knew the others secret of what they wore to bed and what they were wearing in the day because when the mothers talked it was as if the kids weren't there so when the discussions for day wetting and bed wetting each child knew the other was in the same leaky boat so to speak.
  14. The Author KenitohMenara at FanFiction started a story in which the Pokemon had enough about being used like toys by Humans and started a Rebellion and decided, when the Humans act like children, they should be treated like children. And so, after many fights, the Pokemon finally won. And after the new gouverment was established, the Pokemon are now putting their formerly Trainers and other young humans in Pokemon families where they are now mostly treated like infants by their new Pokemon Parents. Some are trying to bring their Human Children slowly to this new infantile lifestyle, while others are more forcefully. His story sparked a few others in this "New Perspective" world as it is called now. Here is the link to the original story of KenitohMenara: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10346281/1/Rosa-s-New-Perspective There is no ABDL stuff in his story, but I think it's still a great and cute story. And there are other stories who are going more to the ABDL theme, like this story. I hope you will find it interesting: Jennifer's New Perspective Chapter 1 It was six month after the Revolution of the Pokemon, leaded by the Psychic types, ended. The Pokemon had founded the HAA (Human Adoption Agency) and started to gather the trainers and put them in Pokemon families who dressed and treated them like infants. Many trainers could escape in the wild and hide from the Pokemon. But the HAA had patrols send out to find them and bring them to safety where they waited for Pokemon to adopt them. Jennifer, 14 years old, looked around Veilstone City from her hideout while thinking about her next move. She needed supplies when she wants to make it to the next city. The Veilstone Department Store seems a good choice. Lots of different shops to gather many supplies for her next travel. She makes her way to the store, wearing a green summer dress she "found" to disguise her to look like she was an adopted child from a Pokemon Family. Her brown hair, which reached to the half of her back, was tied at the end with a ribbon. "So far, so good..." said Jennifer to herself as she entered the Department Store and starts to look around for what she needed. She luckily had still some money to pay for what she needed. On the way she saws many Pokemon with their human children dressed and treated like babies. What confused her was that many of them seemed embarrassed but still happy with being the babies of Pokemon. Well, they can be as happy as they want, but she would never let this happen to her. She already got to three stores and the employers and other Pokemon commented what a big girl she was to go shopping for her parents. Luckily, she had gotten a pill that let her talk to Pokemon while she was shortly captured but could escape. Not so luckily, she got separated from her Pokemon. She wondered what they are doing right now? They probably have found themselves some nice mates and starting families. Maybe even adopting humans of their own and treat them like babies... The thought made her shudder slightly as she walked past an coffee shop. "Jennifer?" asked suddenly a female voice from behind. Jennifer stopped in shock. She know this voice. Fear tugged on her heart as she turned around to face the Delphox that was her first Pokemon, best friend and former partner. The Delphox was wearing a blue dress with fitting shoes. She was even a few heads bigger as Jennifer, which came from the growth enhancers the Pokemon created to help the smallest Pokemon to take care of their human children. She stood beside a chair at one of the tables at the coffee shop, where she has clearly been sitting before she spotted her former Trainer. "Oh my Arceus! It IS you! Jennifer!" Said the Delphox overjoyed to see her former Trainer again. She quickly got over to the still shocked girl and scooped her up to give her a hug which lead to her loosing the grip on her shopping bags who fall to the ground. Jennifer came out of her shock and hugged her former Pokemon a bit awkwardly back. "Hi Delphox. It's good to see you again." said Jennifer. The Delphox giggle a bit and loosened the hug but didn't set her back on the ground. Instead, she sat her on her arm like a child which caused Jennifer to blush. "Actually, my real name is Samantha Fireflower." Said Samantha and couldn't help herself as she poked Jennifer on the nose. Making her even more blush. She then noticed the shopping bag on the ground and asked: "Are you shopping with your new parents? I would like to meet them and ask if it's ok when I come over to visit you." Jennifer felt like she could kick herself. She hadn't thought about a back-story for her disguise! But maybe Samantha could help her... surely she wouldn't sell her out... right? "Well? Where are your parents?" Asked Samantha again, thinking Jennifer didn't heard her. "Well... the thing is..." Jennifer leaned forward Samantha lowered her head so her former Trainer could whisper in her ear: "I'm actually still on the run. I'm just dressed like that so the Pokemon think I have been already adopted." Samantha stood there with her eyes going wide for a moment before she looked at Jennifer and asked silently if she tells the truth. Jennifer nodded and Samantha got a big smile on her face. "That's actually wonderful news! And I think I have a solution for your problem." Said Samantha suddenly. Jennifer looked a bit confused at her friend and asked: "A solution for what problem?" Samantha took the shopping bag on the ground and got over to the table to pay for her coffee and to get her own shopping bag before turning back to her trainer she still hold in her arms. "Well... since you don't have a family to take care of you, I will do it." Jennifer stared in disbelief at her former Pokemon. "W-what do you mean by that?" She asked in the hope she didn't mean what she thought her former Pokemon meant... Samantha smiled at her and said: "I'm going to adopt you of course. You always took good care of me, now it's my turn to take care of you." Jennifer couldn't belief what she heard. Her own former Pokemon wanted to adopt her? That can only be a nightmare. But as Samantha got on her way to the exit and bounced her soon-to-be daughter to get a better grip on her, Jennifer know it was no dream. She started to struggle and tried to get down, but Samantha was holding her securely. "Stop struggling sweetie. I promise you, me and my mate will take good care of you." Samantha said. Jennifer noticed she couldn't get out of the grip and was just sitting there and let herself being carried. Then she thought about what Samantha just said. "Your mate? You are married?" Jennifer asked. "Well yes. It was actually during the revolution that we meet and just a few weeks later, we were together. She is the most caring and beautiful Ninetales I have ever meet." Samantha sighed happily and smiled at Jennifer before she continued. "And now we will even have a little girl of our own." Samantha nuzzled Jennifer's cheek with her nose and Jennifer could feel the warm breathing on her skin which made her blush again. "Well, I don't know if I... wait a minute.. did you said *she*? I didn't know you swing that way." said Jennifer. "We couldn't talk properly before. I'm really happy that we are now able to really talk with each other." Samantha leaved the Department store with Jennifer in her arm and walked to a nearby car. She sat the shopping bags down and opened the door to the back seats first. She then proceeded to sit Jennifer in and strapped her down. Jennifer tried to protest and tells her she could do this on her own. But Samantha ignored her and soon she was safely seated for the drive home. Jennifer considered to just open the belt and run away, but she was in the middle of the city and she would never make it out. But if she don't run, she would end up being adopted by her former Pokemon. She decided to take the risk as Samantha was putting the shopping bags in the luggage space. She opened the belt and door of the car and started to run... she didn't came far as she noticed her feet didn't touched the ground any longer. A Gallade with blue glowing eyes and raised arm came over to her. She could see he wore some kind of uniform. On his chest was a badge with the initials HAA. "And where do you think you are going, young lady? It's not nice to just run away." He said and carried Jennifer in his Psychic grip over to Samantha who watched the whole thing with an disappointed look. He hold her in his grip and asked Samantha: "Is this your daughter, ma'am? I found her running away from your car." Samantha still looked disappointed at Jennifer and the girl felt actually a little bit guilty for just running away. "Yes. This is my daughter. Or more like, she will be once we make it official. She is actually my former trainer and I found her in the department store today. Disguised to look like she was already adopted and buying supplies for, what I assume, a longer travel." Samantha explained. "And after discovering that she isn't adopted, you decided to adopt her?" asked the Officer. Samantha nodded and answered: "Yes. As I said, she is my former trainer and always took good care of me. And now I want to do the same for her. But it seems, she is still a bit scared about the adoption. I can't really blame her. It is a bit weird that Pokemon take care of humans and that will not change for a while. But I'm confident she will come to like it with time." The Officer smiled and looked back to Jennifer: "You can be happy to have a mommy like her." He then carried her over to Samantha who took her in her arms and cradled her before sitting her back in the car-seat and fastened the belt. "You can come over at the HAA office to make the adoption official. I will call them and they can prepare the needed papers. It shouldn't be a problem for you adopting her." said the Officer and walked away. Samantha thanked him and sat in the driver seat. She turned around and looked at Jennifer who was looking unhappily out the window. "Jennifer..." started Samantha, "I know you don't like the idea of being adopted. But I really just want to help you finding a place in this new world. And sorry for being so blunt but... it will never be like it was. We Pokemon have won the War. We did it BECAUSE we care about humans." Jenifer still looked out the window. Samantha continued: "Just think about it. What does you have when you run away in the wild? Do you have a safe place to sleep? Fresh food? What is you get hurt?" Jennifer sighed. She know Samantha was right. But she still doesn't want to be just adopted by Pokemon and treated like a child. But for the moment, she doesn't really have a choice. Samantha sighed and said: "For whatever it's worth. I really love you. I promised myself that, when the war is over, I would definitely adopting you. I even send a request to the HAA to inform me when you are found. As I saw you in the department store, my first thought was to find your new parents and plead them to give you to me." Jennifer looked surprised to Samantha, who was now looking forward and starting the car for the drive home. It was a silent drive and Jennifer took the time to think about what Samantha said. The car came to a stop in front of a rather big two story house that was a bit outside from the city. Samantha got out firstly and opened the belt from Jennifer as she promised to not run away. Samantha took her on the hand and they got to the backside of the car where they uploaded the shopping bags. Jennifer wanted to carry her own bags, but Samantha took them from her and Jennifer soon found herself in the same position as in the Department Store, meaning, being carried in one arm by Samantha. They came to the door and Samantha put the bags on the ground to open the door. She got inside and into a kitchen to put the bags down. She then adjusted her hold on Jennifer to hold her a little bit more cradled while slightly rocking her while walking into the hallway. "Manda! I'm back! And I brought something special for us!" Called Samantha in the house. Jennifer blushed since she know exactly what Samantha meant with "something special". She heard another female voice answering: "I'm coming." Samantha looked to Jenny and said with a smile: "Ready to meet your other new mommy, sweetie?" Jennifer Chapter 2 To say Jennifer was baffled would be an understatement. Not only was she discovered by her own Pokemon that she wasn't adopted like the other trainers but her own Pokemon decided to adopt her! Jennifer looked back into the hallway as she heard footsteps (or was this paw steps?) coming closer. She saw a door on the side open and out came a Ninetales wearing a cute pink dress with a big white bow on the back. The Ninetales came over to Samantha and saw her holding the blushing girl in her arms. "Sam? Who is this little cutie? Are you babysitting again?" asked Manda the Ninetales with a smile as she tickled Jennifer with one of her tails. Jennifer couldn't resist and giggled as she tried to shove the tail away from her. Samantha giggled herself at the display before her and said: "Well... not really. You remember how I told you how I wanted to adopt my trainer?" Manda stopped her tickling and gave the girl some space to breath. She looked to Samantha and nodded. "Well, let me introduce you to our new daughter: Jennifer Fireflower." Samantha said with a hint of pride in her voice. Manda looked from the girl to her wife and back. "You mean... this is... and we will be..." Manda tried to say but stuttered. Samantha giggled at the stuttering of her wife and said with a nod: "Yes. We are finally parents to a really cute baby girl." The Ninetales stood there for a while without moving a muscle. Then a large smile crept over her muzzle and she yelled: "YES! We are PARENTS! I can't believe it! We really have a child of our own! Oh, I just know she will love it here with time. We can go to the Park to play, have cute tea parties with some Plushie's, oh and she will totally love all the cute outfits we have already prepared for her and..." Samantha chuckled, patted her on the head and said: "Let's not get overboard. We maybe should show her, her new room first. Then we can prepare dinner. It's already pretty late." Manda chuckled and blushed a bit: "Yes, I think you are right. What do you say, sweetie? You want to see your new room?" Asked Manda and brushed a tail lovely over Jennifer cheek. The tail felt soft and warm... "Like the touch of a mother..." thought Jennifer and just nodded. Overwhelmed by the amount of love she felt from them both. "Let's go then! We can already dress you for bedtime while we are there." said Manda and walked the hallway along followed by Samantha carrying Jennifer in a cradled position. Jennifer head laid on Samantha's chest and she could hear her calming heartbeat. She almost fell asleep, but a light chuckle and a stroking sensation on her cheek kept her awake. "Don't fall asleep yet, Jenny. We still need to show you your new room and dress you for dinner and bedtime." Said Samantha while stroking with the tip of her nose along Jennifer's cheek. Jennifer giggled a bit and said: "Hihihi. Your nose feels cold." Samantha giggled too and they both entered a dark room. Manda switched the light on and it took Jennifer a few second to adjust her eyes. What she saw, well, was actually exactly what she expected to see when she ever get's adopted by a Pokemon Family... It was a pink painted nursery room. With a large crib in one corner, a big Playpen in the middle filled with stuffed Pokemon dolls and some blocks and, what she feared the most, a large changing table standing at one wall filled with diapers and other baby-caring supplies. Samantha looked at the stunned face of her daughter and said: "I know this is a big change for you and you will not accept this new life right away. But I want you to know, we do this because we love you and want only the best for you." Jennifer was still stunned. She really didn't expected her own Pokemon would treat her like a baby. Samantha gave the stunned Jennifer a kiss on the cheek and carried her over to the changing table to lie her down. Manda already begun to get all the necessary supplies to put her new baby girl in a diaper. Jennifer came out of her stun as Samantha begun to undress her. "What are you doing? I don't need a diaper! You should know I'm already potty trained!" She screamed in anger at her Pokemon. Samantha kept undressing her and said: "I know, sweetie. But this is like starting a new life in this new world. And the best start is right from the beginning. This will be a new start for both, Pokemon and Human, together. We want you to life with us together as equals, as one family." Jenny was now sitting on the changing table with just her underwear and Samantha pushed her into a lying position. Jennifer resisted and kept sitting. Samantha looked to Manda for help and Manda used her tails to keep Jennifer lied down while Samantha now took Jennifer's underwear. Manda used another tail to move something in Jennifer's mouth. It was a Pacifier! Noticed Jennifer. "That will help to calm your nerves, hon." said Manda and kept the Pacifier with her tail in her daughters mouth. Jennifer moved her head from side to side, but the Tail moved with her and kept the Pacifier in place. She then noticed Samantha lifting her legs and moved a rather thick diaper under her bottom. As her legs came down again, she could feel the soft material and it was like lying on a cloud. She then could smell the baby powder that was spread over her lower body and heard the crinkling of the diaper as it was lifted between her legs and lied on her stomach. The ripping sound of the tapes signaled the finishing touch. She was now really back in diapers like a baby. But her new "mommies" were not finished yet. Samantha pulled something from under the table that Jennifer couldn't see and asked Manda what she thought. "I think that will be looking lovely on our little kit." she said. Jennifer thought about what they could mean as she suddenly felt how something was pulled over her legs and up to cover her diaper. She felt a little bump on her rear and soon Mandas tails loosed their grip and Jennifer was sat up on the table. "Now lift your hands, sweetie." Said Samantha and Jennifer know there was no resistance... for now... and lifted her arms. Samantha pulled a yellow shirt over her head and adjusted it before taking a step back and looking at her now dressed baby daughter. "You look just LOVELY darling!" said Manda. "Just like your mommy Samantha." Jennifer didn't know what she meant and looked herself over. The Yellow shirt and diaper cover pants had the same color like a Fennekin. Then she looked behind her and saw the pants had actually a little yellow plush pommel with a red tip attached to it. It looked really like a tail from a Fennekin! "Oh! But there is a little think missing. One moment." Said Manda and got another item from under the table. Before Jennifer know what happened, she had a Yellow bonnet on her head with two red plushies hanging on the side. Samantha took her from the table and cradled her in her arm as she moved over to a full body mirror in the room. "Just look sweetie. You are really adorable as you are. And we will make sure you are always safe with us." said Samantha and Jennifer looked in the Mirror. She saw Samantha in her dress and holding what looked firstly like a Fennekin. But Jennifer then noticed it was her! She wore a bonnet with a white Ribbon under her chin and two big puffy yellow ears on top with a red fluffy material coming out from it and hanging beside her cheeks. She looked like a humanized Fennekin!
  15. May have made the BEST ABDL diaper on the market. Magnifico feels and looks like a real baby diaper, The tabs are just like a real baby diaper, unreal.
  16. diapers

    Essentially, (y/c) Kidnaps and regresses via drugs or hypnosis or whatever my character, turning them into a sissy who needs and uses diapers. Surgery is allowed, as well as sexual if you want.
  17. Hey guy & girls, I recently ordered from abdlfactory.com I ordered a lot of one-off samples of different nappies I'd never heard of. I must say, a load of these samples are absolutely wonderful! I haven't tried them yet, but a LOT of them feel as though they ought to get more appreciation in the AB / DL worlds.... There's one in particular called the 'Foresite AM-PM' nappy, and it's an EXACT REPLICA of the old Comficare nappies and is HUGE, yet you never hear of recommendations of this nappy.... It may possibly by because they look a little medical and thus don't get prominently advertised to the AB / DL communities but I swear.... people are missing out on proper wonderful nappies! Like, these are probably even cheaper than regular nappies as they seem to be selling to the incontinence market, not the AB / DL markets... I would not hesitate to buy a pack of these along with MANY of the other brands I ordered.
  18. In 2016 I kept a plog (pee log) at omorashi.org of almost all of my 58 experiences of waking up wetting or already wet: https://omorashi.org/topic/30577-waking-up-wet-iii/. I was surprised at how varied the experiences were. Sometimes I would wake up just as I began to wet. I might clench my urinary sphincter and stop the flow, or I might manage to stay relaxed until I finished emptying my bladder. I might be diapered or I might wet the bed. I might realize immediately that I was wetting involuntarily, or I might be confused about what was happening and whether I had begun to wet deliberately. I might be wetting in a dream and continue in a dreamlike state after I began to wake up wetting. Several people at OmoOrg told me they enjoyed reading my plog, and a friend here has encouraged me to resume plogging here. Okay, I'll do it. I wear and wet a diaper and booster pad every night, partly for fun and partly because of how often I began to wet in my sleep last year. I will only report involuntary wetting, not the times I wake up dry and needing to pee and consciously decide to wet. As a prequel I want to report that after October 29, the last time I reported wetting at OmoOrg, I was dry at night for seven weeks, which astounded me. After wetting six straight nights earlier in the month, I was expecting to wet almost every night. The next time I wet was December 17. I was visiting relatives for two weeks and had only six pull-ups with me. I planned to keep my padding dry and use the toilet, which for the most part I did. Once again I was confused about whether I had wet involuntarily or deliberately. I suddenly realized I was wetting, so I eventually decided I must have begun wetting involuntarily. In the morning I continued to wet my diaper, since I was going to have to throw it away anyway. The only time I wet after that in 2016 was December 20. I went to bed very tired from a bad respiratory infection. In the morning I vaguely remembered wetting the pull-up that I was hoping to keep dry in my relative's bed. I must have been too sleepy to resist the urge to urinate and just wet my diaper. When I later woke up needing to pee, I knew my pull-up was wet, so I relaxed and wet it again. With wetting so rare, I really enjoyed my two chances to wet on that trip. Now two days into 2017, I've worn and wet a medium NorthShore Supreme taped brief and large booster pad both nights. All my wetting has been voluntary, as far as I know. I've not woken up confused about that. Let's see how long I can keep all my wetting deliberate.
  19. I stayed little longer than most. My younger brother was born when i was 4 and i guess I wanted to be babied too. I remember getting diapered and being changed. I wasn't potty trained until I was 5 and even after that I had a lot of accidents. Mom constantly reminded me to go to the bathroom and I wet the bed until almost 14. As a 7 year old, I started wanting to be a baby again. I talked like a baby, wanted mom to help with my bath and dressing and even intentially did bad on school work to get attention. Now as an adult baby I look back and think thats how i have always been. Just one time I'd like to be changed and rocked and even nursed. I dont see anything changing as I get older!
  20. Anyone live in the Buffalo, NY area that wants to meet up or have some diaper fun? Let me know below
  21. Does anyone want to do role playing and can I be the kid the Cartier I'll be playing is a boy his name is Johnny he has blue eyes and he still wears diapers
  22. Me in a soaked GoodNite for girls

    From the album Gobphus in Diapers

    I soaked this GoodNite after putting it on a couple of hours ago, and it leaked into my pajamas.
  23. (Sorry if this is a bit gross to some lol). But how do you feel about messing? Is it enjoyable? I personally like the feeling of messing more than wetting, it's just a more comfy feel to me. I love the squishy, warm, and messy feel it has. It literally feels like having a banana in the back of your diaper xD. The only problem is the clean up, it can be frustrating sometimes.
  24. Hey I'm looking to do a family RP where I am the youngest son of four kids I have failed every class and have been acting like a baby I need three older sibling (have to be older than 10) a mom and a dad
  25. Hello all, Well it certainly has been a long time since I posted a story on the site and I think that it is long overdue. This is a sequel to a story that I finished 10 years ago- All I Want For Christmas - and it picks up about 4 months after we left Mark and Chloe at the alter. If you want to read the original then it is over on the DD website in the story section; it is also on here but it might take some finding. I have written the entire thing and am in the process of typing it up, it will not be as long as the original but I am going to drip-feed it here to allow you all to digest it in small bites. So, I submit to you the first three chapters of my story, I am always open to constructive criticism and I am happy to answer questions. Please enjoy and, for those of you who followed the orignal, enjoy finding out what happens to our young couple as they live the married life. Enjoy! DC Chapter 1 Chloe sat in the ultrasound waiting room nervously biting on her nails, Mark looked at his wife, smiled to himself and then reached over and pulled her hand from her mouth. ‘Don’t do that baby it is not good for your teeth.’ Chloe smiled nervously and wiped her hands on her jeans. Making sure that they were still alone in the small room, Chloe made eye contact with Mark and with a slight blush asked, ‘what if they see?’ ‘See what princess?’ Mark knew what she was talking about but he couldn’t help playing this little game. Chloe shifted in her seat, cleared her throat and whispered, ‘you know…my nappy. What if they see it and laugh?’ Mark noticed that his wife looked genuinely worried and leaned closer to his wife, he took her hand and kissed the back, ‘don’t worry my darling. I am here and I will not anything happen. It is probably nothing that they haven’t seen before.’ Chloe felt a little eased by Mark’s comments but still felt the nervousness in her tummy. The couple sat in silence as they both thought about what the coming months would bring, today would be the first time that they will see their unborn child and both were very excited about it. Chloe rubbed her tummy and patted it with tenderness before smiling to herself and thinking about the events of the last eighteen months; meeting mark and wetting herself on their first date, discovering Mark’s desire to have a nappied girlfriend, her own journey back into nappies and subsequent reliance upon them and of course their wedding and now unborn child. Chloe remained deep in thought as the nurse entered the waiting area, ‘Chloe Trimble please.’ Chloe looked up, ‘that’s me.’ ‘Right this way please,’ the nurse gestured towards the door that she had just come out of and smiled. Mark and Chloe rose up and followed the nurse’s instructions. Chloe was the first to enter the room and saw the bed lined with blue paper and a huge machine which was full of buttons and a small blank screen. She placed her bag on a vacant chair and removed her coat. ‘Thank you Mrs Trimble. Would you like to pop yourself on the bed and raise your top so that we can have a little look in there,’ said the nurse as she began to press the buttons, ‘Mr Trimble would you like to take a seat in that chair,’ she indicated a chair at the head of the bed. Chloe made her way to the bed and removed her top before sliding onto the blue paper. She noticed that the exposed plastic of her Tena Slip and quickly pushed it back under the waistband of her jeans with an audible crinkle; if the nurse noticed she didn’t say anything. ‘Will this be your first?’ The nurse broke the silence in the room. ‘Yes it is,’ answered Chloe. ‘Wonderful. You both relax, we are just going to be checking on baby’s growth and seeing how many you have in there.’ Mark gave a nervous laugh and the nurse smiled, ‘if you have any questions then please ask them as we go along, otherwise just enjoy seeing your little one for the first time.’ The nurse continued to enter Chloe’s information into the computer. Chloe smiled and felt the butterflies in her tummy return. ‘Would you like any pictures today?’ Mark and Chloe nodded. ‘Okay then, we will see if we can get you a couple of good ones. Now Mrs Trimble, I am going to squirt a little of this jelly on your tummy which will help us see baby better.’ The nurse took out some more of the blue paper and tucked it under the waistband of Chloe’s jeans, Chloe heard the plastic of her nappy rustle and looked at the nurse who said nothing. The nurse applied a liberal amount of warm jelly to Chloe’s tummy and then the wand before pressing it into the skin; instantly the screen came to life with grainy images that meant little to Mark or Chloe. The nurse ran the wand back and forth over Chloe’s skin trying to get a better picture and muttered under her breath about baby hiding, she pressed the wand down a little harder and repeated the same sweeping motion. Chloe, whose eyes were firmly fixed upon the tiny screen, felt her nappy become warm as she realised that litres of water that she had consumed on the advice of her mother were slowly leaking out of her and she could do nothing about it. Chloe felt herself blush but somehow managed to keep her focus on the screen. ‘Ah! There’s the little rascal.’ The nurse’s sudden exclamation made Mark and Chloe jump. On the screen was now the most amazing image that the young couple had ever seen, their tiny baby was coming into view as the nurse explained what they were looking at. ‘Oh wow,’ Chloe managed to squeeze out as she felt warm tears of joy roll down her cheeks. Mark took hold of his wife’s hand and rubbed it with his thumb, ‘look daddy.’ Mark smiled and kissed Chloe’s hand. ‘So this is the head,’ the nurse indicated a tiny white bump, ‘and this is the heart,’ again a tiny white bump but with the unmistakable rhythm of a human heart, ‘shall we give it a listen?’ Mark and Chloe both nodded, the nurse flicked a switch and the small room was filled with the sound of a miniscule heartbeat. ‘Everything looks fine, I just need to add some notes to your file and then you can get back to your day.’ The nurse removed the wand and placed it back in its holder before tearing off yet more blue roll and wiped Chloe’s tummy clean. ‘Thank you,’ said Mark as he gathered their things together and helped Chloe off the bed. The nurse headed out of the room letting Mark and Chloe make their own way to reception. ‘That was unbelievable!’ Squealed Chloe as the made the short walk along the corridor. ‘Yes baby it was. It is hard to believe that you have a little person growing in there.’ Mark rubbed Chloe’s tummy and then pulled her into his arms in a small recess off the corridor and gave her a kiss. ‘I told you that you would be okay.’ ‘Yes you did but she must have known, my nappy was sticking out of the top of my jeans and she must have felt it when she tucked the blue paper in.’ ‘Well baby, if you are that uncomfortable with it then we will put you in knickers for the next scan.’ Chloe felt her face redden once more, ‘well…um…I…I kind of had a little accident when she was looking for the baby.’ Chloe then buried her head in Mark’s chest and then whispered, ‘I’m actually really quite wet. It might have been a big accident.’ Mark already knew that Chloe had wet her nappy during the examination, the amount of water she had consumed made a wet nappy inevitable but he still loved to hear her tell him, ‘not to worry baby, it is not unusual.’ ‘I suppose not,’ said Chloe, ‘it still takes me by surprise from time to time though.’ ‘Well it’s been a long time now, you’ve been in nappies full time for the past nine months and you’re still adjusting. You know that you can still give it up anytime you want don’t you?’ Mark knew that this was an offer that Chloe was unlikely to accept. ‘What you mean like last time when I completely flooded myself within an hour of being out of nappies.’ ‘Well the offer is there for you to take whenever you like princess.’ ‘Let’s face it Mark, my brain seems to have accepted this new arrangement and I don’t know how to tell it otherwise.’ Mark cuddled Chloe again, ‘I know baby but I will help you at every step of the way if you want to give in.’ Chloe just shook her head and enjoyed the warmth of Mark’s cuddle as she felt her nappy grow warm once more as her bladder issued a timely reminder of her nappy dependence. ‘Come on baby, we need to get back to reception.’ Mark took Chloe’s hand and led her along the corridor to the Maternity Reception where the nurse had told them to wait. A few minutes later the nurse appeared and handed Mark the folder and two grainy pictures of the scan, she wished them luck and then returned to her office. Mark continued to lead Chloe through the maze of corridors towards the exit of the hospital, ‘we are going to get you changed before we head off,’ he whispered to Chloe. Mark had spotted the adult changing facility on the way in and took Chloe inside the small room before locking the door behind them. Chloe looked around the room, it looked like a bigger version of a baby changing facility with a counter top, sink, toilet, sanitary bin and a changing station. ‘Pop yourself on her baby girl.’ Mark indicated the adult changing table by patting the mat with his hand. Chloe walked over to Mark, he unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down her thighs before helping her up onto the table. Chloe felt small, she was lying on her back looking at the ceiling whilst Mark began to untape her saturated nappy. ‘Oh wow baby! You really are a wet little girl.’ He tickled the inside of Chloe’s thigh making her giggle a little. Chloe reached out the changing back next to her and pulled out the pictures from the scan, she turned them to many different angles as she felt Mark delicately cleaning her nappy area before sliding out the wet padding from beneath her bottom. ‘Up you go baby.’ Chloe lifted her hips to let Mark slide the fresh nappy underneath her before lowering her hips at his command. She felt the soft, dry padding being pulled up over her vagina and then heard the tapes being applied to secure her dry nappy. Mark helped Chloe to put her jeans back on, disposed of the wet nappy, washed his hands and then led Chloe back out of the room and to the car for their journey home. Chapter 2 Chloe quickly bolted from the bedroom and threw herself down the hallway and into the bathroom; she lunged for the toilet and vomited. Morning sickness was becoming more frequent, she hated starting each day feeling so yucky but many people has assured her that this was a temporary thing. Chloe was trying to focus on positive thoughts as she felt another wave of nausea hit her, she held her head over the toilet and vomited again, as she retched, she felt her already soaked nappy becoming warm as her bladder joined in with the voiding. Kneeling on the floor with her head over the toilet, Chloe felt her nappy fail and the warm wee begin to trickle down the inside of her thighs and pool at her knees; she felt her pyjama bottoms getting wet and began to sob. Chloe pushed herself away from the toilet and sat down on the floor in her saturated nappy which forced more wetness into her pyjamas. She sat, in a pool of her own urine, feeling every bit embarrassed and upset. She was still sobbing quietly as Mark pushed open the door, he took one look at his wife and rushed over to her. ‘Oh baby girl, what has happened?’ Mark sat next to Chloe and put his arms around her. ‘I… I’m a mess. I couldn’t stop it. I was being sick and then I wet myself and then my nappy leaked and…’ Chloe burst into a full scale crying fit which stopped her from finishing her sentence. ‘Oh my beautiful baby girl don’t cry, it is okay, I will make it all better.’ Mark cuddled Chloe even tighter, he kissed her on the top of the head and then made shushing noises in her ear. ‘Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up,’ he said eventually. Chloe nodded and wiped her wet face with the back of her hand, she stood up and heard the dripping as Mark began to help her up. ‘Okay princess, let’s get you in the shower.’ Mark guided Chloe to the shower cubicle and took off her pyjama top, he slid the drenched bottoms down her legs and saw the wettest nappy that he had seen in months. Chloe stood resigned to her situation and let Mark do the work. Mark untapped the nappy, it fell to the tiles with a heavy thud, he moved it to one side with his foot and then helped Chloe into the warm jets of the shower. Mark left Chloe to enjoy the water, he picked up the nappy and rolled it up as best he could, more urine seeped out as he did so but he wasn’t concerned. Chloe’s pyjamas made an improvised mop to clean up the large puddle on the floor, ‘I’ll be right back baby, I am just going to get rid of this nappy and put on the washing.’ He picked up the wet things and left the bathroom. Chloe was enjoying the warm jets of water across her skin, she tilted her head back and let the water cascade down her body. ‘You look like you are enjoying that.’ Mark had returned and was smiling at his wife. ‘Mmmmmm, it is lovely.’ Chloe turned off the shower and took Mark’s outstretched hand to get out of the cubicle, he wrapped her in a fresh towel and led her to the bedroom. Chloe saw all of her clothes laid out on the bed with the usual Tena Slip, ‘ummm, Mark. I don’t think that I want a nappy today.’ Mark looked shocked, ‘er…okay. Are you sure?’ Chloe looked at her husband, she saw the look of concern in his face and tried to look as certain as she could, ‘Yes, I am sure. I just can’t do it Mark, I am not a baby, I’m twenty years old and my morning began with me sitting in a pool of my own piss and crying because I’d wet myself so completely that my nappy had leaked like some toddler. I am a fucking grown woman!’ Chloe felt tears stinging her eyes. ‘I’m sick of not being able to control my own bladder, I’m always wet, I wake up wet, I go to bed wet, I’m even wet between changes sometimes. I must smell like piss all the time.’ Chloe lost control at this point and burst into tears. ‘Oh my poor girl,’ Mark hugged Chloe tightly, ‘I will help you to get better, I promise. It’s going to take some time but it will get better.’ Mark tried to reassure his wife. ‘But it shouldn’t take time Mark, I’m a woman and not a baby learning to toilet train.’ Chloe felt angry with Mark’s lack of faith in her ability. ‘I know that you are not a toddler Chloe but you have been wearing nappies full time for a long time and you’ve just gotten a bit used to them that is all.’ Mark placed his hands on Chloe’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes, ‘we will work on it together.’ Chloe nodded at her husband, ‘I’m sorry Mark, I just can’t do it any more,’ she could see the disappointment in Mark’s eyes. ‘I know that it is what you want but I am so tired of not being able to stay dry or walking around stinky because I’ve messed my nappy. I need to feel like a grown up again.’ Mark cuddled Chloe again, ‘I understand. I will put the nappy away.’ Mark picked up the Tena Slip and returned it to the wardrobe, he reached to the top shelf and found a bag at the back containing Chloe’s knickers, ‘you’re going to need these,’ he said as he tossed them on the bed. Chloe watched the contents of the bag spill onto the bed and Mark walk off down the hallway to get a shower. She sat on the edge of the bed still sobbing and feeling awful about what had just happened, she reassured herself about her decision and resolved to regain her control. Chloe dried away her tears and tipped the remaining contents of the bag onto the bed; for the first time in forever she was about to wear knickers. Chapter 3 Chloe sat at the breakfast table checking her phone as Mark came through from the bedroom, she smiled at him as he got closer, ‘the kettle’s just boiled; would you like coffee?’ ‘Sure,’ he said, ‘are you feeling any better?’ Mark sat in the chair opposite Chloe. ‘Yes I am. I am sorry about before and thank you for being so understanding.’ Chloe kissed Mark as she went to the kitchen. She was finding it strange to not hear the crinkle as she walked around or to feel the bulk of wet padding between her legs that had so often made her waddle. Chloe had just entered the kitchen when the alarm went off on her phone, ‘oh! Excuse me.’ Chloe hurried down the hallway and into the bathroom, she slid her jeans and knickers down her legs and sat on the toilet: nothing happened. Chloe looked down at the knickers between her legs and smiled as she saw that they were still dry, she gave a small push and a tiny trickle of wee made its way into the toilet bowl. Chloe felt very proud of herself and couldn’t help but recall the old Huggies advert jingle, ‘I’m a big kid now’ she quietly sang to herself. Chloe finished up and walked back along to the kitchen. Mark watched Chloe walk down the hallway with a smile on her face, ‘well? Did you make it?’ Chloe smiled again, ‘yes I did!’ ‘Well done,’ Mark paused, ‘and how often is your alarm set to go off?’ Chloe blushed, ‘um… every half an hour.’ ‘You know, we could get you some pull ups to help you with the transition, they will hold any little accidents that you might have.’ Chloe thought for a moment, she knew deep down that Mark was right and that it was a sensible suggestion but her stubbornness would not allow her to accept, ‘no thank you, I am a grown woman and I wear knickers, not nappies or pull ups.’ Mark couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘okay baby but if you don’t do so well then you will be wearing pull ups or even nappies once more. I understand what you want to do but I am not going to be happy if you start to leave puddles everywhere.’ Chloe felt thoroughly chastised, she reconsidered the option of using pull ups but dismissed the idea by telling herself that she would not fail, ‘I will be fine, you will see. No more nappies for me!’ Chloe stuck out her tongue and then headed into the kitchen to make coffee. Mark smiled to himself, he was anticipating many accidents as Chloe tried to regain control and was deep in thought as she brought back the coffee. ‘Here you go.’ Chloe placed the hot coffee in front of him. ‘Thank you princess.’ Mark lifted the cup to his lips and carefully sipped the hot liquid, ‘so, what would you like to do today?’ Chloe thought as she sipped her own coffee, ‘I’m not really sure, I kind of want to be at home a little more today,’ Chloe made a gesture to her crotch hoping that Mark would understand. Mark looked confused for a moment, ‘oh… oh yes. I understand. You’re frightened that you might wet yourself or something.’ Chloe blushed deeply, ‘Mark! I’m just… I mean…I…’ ‘It’s fine princess, I get it. We will stay here.’ ‘I’m sorry, it is just a little embarrassing you know.’ Chloe broke eye contact with Mark and stared at her coffee. Mark got up from his chair and walked around to the other side of the table, he stood behind Chloe and put his arms around her shoulders in a loose cuddle around her neck. He kissed Chloe on the cheek and laid his head on her shoulder, ‘you know that you don’t have to be embarrassed don’t you?’ ‘I know.’ ‘It’s going to take some time, expect accidents and please don’t try to hide it from me.’ ‘I won’t’ ‘I love you Mrs Trimble, you mean the world to me and I am here for you one hundred percent.’ Mark pecked Chloe on the cheek again, ‘now, would you like some breakfast?’ ‘Yes please.’ Mark stood up and headed to the kitchen, he surveyed the fridge and then the food cupboards, ‘I’ve got bacon and eggs or cereal.’ He called through the door. ‘Can I have scrambled eggs and toast please?’ She called back. ‘Sure thing gorgeous. You want juice?’ ‘Yes please.’ Mark set to work cooking the breakfast, he decided to have the same thing so that he didn’t have to cook separate meals. Chloe entered the kitchen carrying her empty coffee cup as he started making toast, ‘Hi hun.’ ‘Hey, I am just getting some more coffee.’ ‘Okay baby.’ Chloe poured herself some coffee from her own pot of decaffeinated and then left Mark to carry on cooking. ‘Just a few more minutes princess,’ Mark called to Chloe as she headed out of the door. ‘Okay daddy’ Chloe replied as she returned to her seat. Mark finished cooking the eggs, he served them onto plates and then carried them back to the table, as he entered the room, Chloe’s alarm went off again. ‘Sorry, be right back,’ Chloe said as she rushed down the hallway and into the bathroom. She repeated the steps from her last trip to the toilet but still nothing happened. She returned to the table to see that Mark had set out juice and condiments. ‘All okay princess?’ ‘Yes thanks,’ Chloe sat down, ‘this looks wonderful.’ Chloe picked up her cutlery and began to eat. Mark and Chloe sat in silence as they each ate their breakfasts, Chloe drained her juice and after she finished her eggs she turned her attention back to the coffee. Mark watched his wife and wondered how long it would be before her high coffee and juice intake took its toll on her bladder. ‘So have you looked at any of the houses that I showed you?’ ‘No not yet but I think that we should make a move before I am too heavily pregnant.’ ‘I completely agree princess, we just need to agree on the property now.’ ‘It’s out there somewhere.’ Chloe sighed. ‘Here, let’s have a look.’ Mark pushed his plate to one side and picked up his iPad, he navigated to the saved tabs and slid the device over to Chloe. ‘I am not going to tell you which one I like best so you can have a look whilst I clear the table.’ Mark gathered the plate and now empty drinks containers and headed to the kitchen. Chloe quickly became engrossed in the houses on the screen and barely noticed Mark re-enter the room, he stood behind her and put his head on her shoulder, ‘I liked that one too.’ ‘Mark!’ she screamed, ‘you scared the shit out of me.’ Mark slapped Chloe’s wrist, ‘you do not use language like that young lady.’ Chloe dropped the iPad onto the table and rubbed her wrist, ‘I am sorry daddy,’ she said meekly, ‘you scared me. I was really interested in this house.’ Chloe picked up the tablet again and swiped through the pictures, ‘I really like this one.’ Mark smiled, ‘yes, me too. It looks perfect for what we need and it has so much space outside.’ ‘I love the master bedroom,’ Chloe swiped back to the relevant picture, ‘look at the windows and the room around the bed and it has got an en-suite and…oh no!’ Chloe dropped the tablet to the table and pushed her chair back, she jammed her hands quickly into her crotch. Mark looked down to see the growing wet spot make its way down his wife’s legs. ‘It won’t stop!’ Chloe yelled as she ran down the hallway to the bathroom.