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  1. Update. 1-2017 Because this is my own personal fantasy based on my life i often come back to this and rewrite certain things or add things here or there depending on what I'm into at the time so this is the most current rewrite version 2.0 Enjoy! 13 year old Matt sat alone at his computer screen. Being just after midnight his mom had already gone to bed for the evening. Over the past year or so this had turned into a nightly ritual for him. Matt would wait up until he was sure that his mom was asleep then he'd sneek into the living room and look up dirty pictures on the computer. One such picture that he saw late one evening captured his imagination. It was a picture of a girl sitting on a park bench and her sweatpants where drenched in pee that had sprouted from between her legs. She had to have been in her twenties and she was supper pretty. This was quite litterally the strangest and hottest picture 13 year old Matt had seen in his short life and it sparked an interest that he had long ago forgotten. After extensive yahoo searches Matt stumbled onto a community website called DPF or Diaper Pail Freinds. It was a website about older people that enjoyed wearing and using diapers. There was also a story board that housed stories of kids and adults who are put back into diapers for one reason or another. Matt read the stories every night until it became an obsesion. He imagined himself being the main character in these stories and how awesome that would be. This brought back memories of when he was nine or ten years old. He would wet his pants and bed some nights alone in his room just because, he didn't really understand why it felt good to wet himself but it did. When he was done he would hide the evidence behind his bed. In retrospect his mom must have known about it becuase after a day or two the wet pants and underwear would disapear and end up back in his dresser drawer freshly washed. Even as a young kid he knew that he wanted to wear diapers again but he didn't know how to go about getting them. He would catch himself looking at younger kids and envying their puffy pampered bottoms. Eventually after seeing no action taken by his mom the pants wetting stopped. Matt hadn't thought much about those wettings for quite some time he only knew that he missed that warm fuzzy feeling that wetting himself brought. He even had experimented with make shift diapers made with garbage bags and towels but those fell apart rather quickly after one wetting and were simply not the real thing. So one late summer night Matt typed into the internet browser, "how do i get put back into diapers?" A couple of search results down the list he followed a link to a bedwetting forum. The thread was started by a boy about my age asking the same basic question. "How do i get my mom to put me back into diapers?" The boy had asked. A lot of the responses to his question didn't make a lot of sense and were Kind of silly. I guess a silly question deserves a silly response. But as he kept scrolling down the page some responses did actually make sense. A string of posts in particual Matt paid close attention to. The first post was by someone calling themselves diapered1964 he wrote. Here's my advice. Start by wetting your bed once a week. Step it up to 2 times a week in a month. In another month wet your bed 3 nights a week and your pants once a week. By the 4th month you need to wet the bed every night and your pants every other day. Continue this until you are wetting your bed nightly and pants daily. By now you parents should have taken you to the doctor to see what is the " problem" and "why" you are wetting your bed and pants all the time. Tell the doctor you can not keep from wetting yourself, wet yourself while at the doctors. By now your parents should be purchasing diapers for you to wear and use. Do not be surprised if by now you can not keep from peeing yourself or your bed, if you still can control when you go pee you need to just relax and use the diaper you are wearing after all it is what you want to do right? Another poster chimed in after diapered 1964 their name was beentheredonethat they wrote. I have to say that this is probubly the best advice from this nonsense thread. Although perhaps a little over simplified. The key In making this strategy work is by making your sudden unexplainable incontinence as believable as possible. Slow and steady is the real key in doing this. To many accidents to fast will raise suspicions and lead your parents to question wether you are having genuin accidents or if you are simply peeing your pants on purpose. which you totally are! Any caring parent will take you to see a doctor. They will run tests. Make you jump through rings of fire. They will attempt to fix the problem, that is how doctors operate. All you need to do is continue wetting yourself everyday no matter what the doctor says or does. Having plenty of high visibility accidents in embaressing situations will speed up the process when you start wetting yourself in public. It also adds a lot to the realism factor and puts added pressure on your parents to do something about your problem rather than ignoring it. If the only time you wet your pants is at home, locked away in your room two feet away from clean clothes and a bathroom that wont look right. If you truly want to wear diapers again you simply have to pretend like you already are. At school, with family or just hanging out with friends if you feel the need to go. Go! No matter where you are or who is around you, pee right into your pants. Over time this will wear everyone down physically and emotionally, once the doctors have done every test every treatment and can't find anything medically wrong with you, frustration will likely set in. Your parents will surely have tried everything they can think of to fix you and will have run out of ideas. Eventually It's gonna be expected that you are going to pee your pants non-stop throughout the day and you are going to wet the bed at night. If you are still on occasion peeing in the toilet out of convience, stop doing that. Only use your pants, pull-ups or diaper if that is what you are wearing, no matter where you are. By occasionally using the restroom you are only giving false hope to your parents that this might someday get better. You've gotta sqaush that thought, by showing zero signs of there ever being any improvement now or in the future. You've got to prove to them that you shouldn't be wearing anything other than a thick diaper. Once it clicks for them that constantly wetting yourself is going to be the new normal for you, your parents will likely switch gears from trying to fix you to helping you live comfortably with your condition. Diapers are a near certainty once this reality sets in for everybody. This is when you can expect to see real plastic backed, tapes on the sides for a snug fit, extra absorbant diapers because they are the only logical and cost effective solution for a young person who has full urinary incontinence such as yourself who wants to still have a semi-normal life. When this happens it can also be taken as a sign of exceptance on their part. By diapering you they understand that you need them now and will likely not hastle you as much about it and everyone will move on because by now your parents will be sick of dealing with wet sheets and clothes and will probably be relieved that you are back in diapers full time. It'll be their idea not yours. And they will love it. Hopefully. Lol. Congratulations to you, if you have made it this far you will have totally earned those diapers you will be wearing. Some food for thought. If you are unable to have a public accident or are afraid that somebody will find out that you wear diapers because you can't stop peeing and or pooping in your pants you might want to reconciter this. It is normal to be afraid of what people will say because Other kids will make fun of you. A young person who cannot control their bodily functions is not a normal thing outside of severly handycapped people. Most adults will be cool about it but kids will be cruel to you and you will lose friends over this. Sorry just being real here. Also something to think about is that by actively not controlling your basic bodily functions over time your body will respond to not holding back your urine and you may actually find that you will develope some real form incontince. Your diaper will be wet without you realizing it. Leaks will happen at the worst times. In front of family, freinds co-works and classmates. And of course strangers as well. Most of the time the fact that you are wearing a diaper can be conceiled with baggy clothes and frequent scheduled changes but sometimes it can't be hidden as easily and you need to be okay with that. Ya im wearing a diaper, you wear miss matching socks, so what! There were other responses as well but none that were as inspiring as those two. A couple of posters said just to be honest about it and ask them if they would buy diapers for him to wear. Matt had mixed feeling about trying that, on one hand it could work but it seemed unlikely. the posibility of that strategy blowing up in his face was high. Too high to be seriously consitered. The method seemed so mind bogglingly simple. I realized then that I was way over thinking this and turning this into some higher form of mental gymnastics. I had seen diapers at the drug store but they were so expensive. I would have to save all of my money but even then it wouldn't be enough to cover the cost of wearing full time and besides hiding it like that would be impossible. My mom would at somepoint find a stash of diaper and think i was a freak. Maybe i am a freak. But with this plan all I needed to do is pee in my pants. A lot. Without giving up or showing that there is any end in sight. If I play it off as legitimate accidents what other choice does that give my mom but to put me back in diapers. I just gotta play the long game for long term gain. Having little or no fear of getting embarassed also goes a long way it would appear. Because if I were to follow this plan I was sure to have plenty of accidents in social settings. Assholes are going to find something to make fun of me for anyways so I'm not scared of what people are gonna say if I wet my pants every once in a while. The only real question is, do I have the guts to try and pull this whole scheme off? Would it even work if i tried? My mother was not exactly the hardcore disaplinarian so i knew i wouldn't get in trouble per se if it failed to produce the results that i wanted. After all it wasn't like she punished me back in the day when she found pairs of wet pants stashed under my bed. She didn't rush out and buy me diapers either. But when I was younger I didn't have a plan or a guide to follow and I gave up on things way to fast. This time will be different. I cleared the history file and got a large glass of water out of the sink and chugged it down knowing that it would work its way through my system and perhaps end up in my bed that night. At 2:45AM i woke up with a stabbing pain in my bladder. This was it, i had to make a dession What was it going to be. It's so cold out there and i am so snug and warm under my blankets. Fuck this, i'm not getting out of bed if i don't have to. I tried letting go and nothing happened at first. I laid there pushing and mentally fighting against years of built up potty training but to no avail. I closed my eyes and pretended like i was already wearing that diaper. Its okay to pee in your diaper i told myself. Thats what they are made for. Wet your diaper. After a few tense seconds I felt my body loosen up and my whole body relaxed. Soon i was wetting my bed and it felt just as good as I had remebered. Why did i ever stop doing this in the first place. i smiled and drifted off to sleep.
  2. Hi all, I don't know where to start but I sometimes need help and was looking for something different, I hope this is the place as I would like a big sister or mom to help me out here !
  3. This role play is about a mom and her little girl.
  4. This is my first attempt at a story. Please leave feedback. **WARNING** this story is very very graphic. I am very descriptive. You have been warned. Chapter 1 "John!" my mother exclaimed, "John! Wake up its nearly noon." "So much for it being summer" I thought, I slowly started to wake up as the warm sunshine pierced through my windows. However, my bed felt cold..."Dammit! Wet again" I exclaimed. This was the third time this week and it was only Wednesday. "Did you wet the bed again dear?" my mother asked, In a panicked state I had to make a decision on whether or not to tell her the truth. I had made up my mind sort of. "Maybe" I sheepishly replied, "John, sweety, this is the third time this week and this has been going on for almost two weeks now," my mother soothingly replied. I began to respond, "I know but..." but was cutoff by my mother. "John I am going to call the doctor and see if he can get you in this afternoon," "Ok" I replied "Change into some dry clothes and place your sheets and clothes by the washer" she said I shamefully gathered my sheets and clothes and then took a nice long shower. Frustrated I thought, "Come on John you are fifteen not two why are you pissing yourself?" I turned the water off and got dressed. "Now what to do with my day?" I pondered trying to get my mind off the events of this morning. "video games of course", Not really having anything better to do with my time I turned on my computer and started playing games until I was interrupted by my mom, "John, I have good news, the doctor managed to fit us in today" Good news for her maybe but I kind of wanted to avoid the subject. Embarrassed I replied, "Cool" "I know it is embarrassing sweety but we need to take care of this" my mom soothed "I know" I replied "We can get ice cream afterward, how does that sound?" she said. "That sounds great mom" I replied. in a much better mood. I enjoyed ice cream and it was always nice to get to spend some time with my mom doing fun things like that. "Lets get going" my mom said while grabbing the car keys. Chapter 2 "Make sure you use the bathroom before we leave," my mother reminded. "I don't have to go," "Are you sure? Could you at least try for me" my mom kindly asked. "Sure, I will try," I replied. She has been so nice about all of this even if she was treating me like I was a child. Although I kind of enjoyed it oddly. "Thanks sweety," she gratefully replied. Oddly enough I did have to go. But why didn't I feel it? I left these questions in the back of my mind and went with my mom to the doctors office. The doctor's office smelled like disinfectant. I was not the biggest fan of the doctors office. "John, the doctor will see you know," the receptionist called out. I went in with my mom and sat down. The doctor came in shortly after. "So, John your mom said that you have been having problems with wetting the bed? It is a normal issue that many young boys your age face. Normally, it occurs earlier on but I guess you are just a late bloomer. I will run some tests to be sure but there is not really anything I can do to fix this. It will take care of itself on its own," the doctor explained. After he ran some tests he asked to speak to my mom in private and they whispered a few things back and forth. Then they both turned back to me. "Good to see you again John" the doctor said as he left. "Ok John, we can leave now" my mother said while walking toward the door. "To get ice cream?" I eagerly asked. "Yes, but I have to my a quick stop first at the drug store, but you can wait in the car" she answered. "Sure" I replied I got in the car with her and we left. Soon we arrived at the drug store and she went in and in ten minutes she came out with two bags one with a large square box but I did not pay much attention to it. She put them in the back and got in. "All done sweety" she happily said. "Awesome" I replied. We then soon arrived at the ice cream store. We got out of the car and went in. The bell ringed as we entered the brisk shop. "What would you like?" the cashier asked. "I would like one scoop of vanilla" I replied. The man grabbed a cone and plopped one scoop of vanilla ice cream in it and handed it to me. I eagerly took a lick as my mom paid for it. We soon returned to the car and began home. "Thank you mom" I said. "No problem sweety, thank you for being a good sport about the whole issue. Speaking of which I would like to talk to you when we get back," she replied Feeling nervous and curious I replied sheepishly "Ok" "Do not worry you are not in trouble," she reassured. We arrived back home soon after and she wiped my mouth of ice cream. We went inside and she brought the bags from the drug store into the kitchen and began to make dinner. Forgetting about the conversation that we were suppose to have I went upstairs and played some more video games until. "John, time for dinner" my mother called up. "Cool, I will be right down mom" I replied back I went down and we both sat at the table and ate together. After dinner she asked for me to come into the kitchen and sit down. "John, this is going to be difficult for you but I am getting tired of doing laundry every morning and you have not been getting a good nights rest. The doctor said that you should wear some protection. Unfortunately, because of your small size, none of the adult products will fit you. However, this does make finding um protection that will fit you not that hard" she said as she lifted a package of pampers size 6 disposable diapers onto the table. Still a bit in shock I sat there in silence as she continued. "We should probably go over some new rules regarding this um situation. First rule, I will be changing you..." She began saying as I cut her off. "I think I would be able to change myself and first off aren't those for babies, they even have pictures of Elmo on the front. Mom do I really need those?" "Sweety I know this is a lot to take in but you think of how nice it will be to be able to sleep through the night and not having to wake up in a wet bed?" she began to explain. "I suppose it would be nice to wake up in a dry bed. But why do you have to change me. Can't I change myself?" I questioned. I was beginning to accept my fate of diapers. I mean how bad could it be. No one would have to know and who knows I might even come to like them. I did always miss being a kid and having everything be easier and simpler. "Sweety, it would be easier for the both of us if I changed your diapers. I was changing your diapers for three years, I can still do it today. You also would probably forget something like powder or mess up the taping which would cause a leak or cause you to get a rash. No offense, it just takes some experience," my mother explained. "This would just be easier for the both of us. Ok sweet." "Well this is awkward, my mom changing my diapers. I mean for a baby this is normal but I am 15 years old. Though it might be nice to have my mom baby me a little. Who knows. Still though... You know what I will give it a shot. I mean it can't be all that bad right?" I thought about it for a second and then had my answer. "Sure mom" I replied. "Thank you for being so cooperative, I know this must be tough for you honey" my mother soothed "Oh and one more thing, please do not take off your diaper yourself. If you wake up in the middle of the night and have to use the bathroom, just wake me up and I will take off your diaper. It would be easier if you didn't try and incorrectly re-diaper yourself and cause a wet bed," my mother added. "Ok mom" I replied, not really thinking about what that statement actually meant. I just went back to playing video games for a bit then went to watch TV. Chapter 3 I was watching TV in the living room when my mom came in. "Sweety, it is nearly 11pm and I am getting tired. I think that we should both go to bed," my mother yawned. Forgetting about the incidents that had occurred earlier in the day I responded "But it is the summer, I do not have to wake up in the morning," "Yes, but you are still a growing boy and you need your sleep, now could you go into the kitchen and grab the plastic bags and bring them to my room?" she asked Feeling a bit defeated, I thought to myself "Maybe a little more sleep would not be so bad. It might even help with the bedwet... Diapers, I completely forgot. Well this is sure to be an interesting night" "Ok mom" I replied I went into the kitchen to get the two bags. One of which contained the large package of pampers, the other I had not investigated yet and assumed it was just some make-up for my mom. However, I still paid little attention to its contents at this point. They just did not seam to matter. So, I brought the bags up to her room where she had laid out on the floor a mat of some sort. "hey mom, here are the bags you asked for" I said in a puzzled manor. Still curious about the whole situation. "Thank you sweety, just set those down right next to me and go get your pajamas" my mother replied as she reached into the bag and pulled out the package of pampers. I walked up to my room slowly, pondering the current situation, "Well this is actually happening, I am going to be put into a diaper by my mom like a two year old. Me, John, a fifteen year old man, or I guess I should say boy now. I don't feel quite grown up enough anymore to call myself a man. Anyway I don't think I am quite ready to give up being a kid" I thought to myself as I grabbed my pajamas from my oak dresser. "I guess I will not be needing these" I said to myself while refraining to reach for the drawer containing my underwear. I then hurried back to my mom's room. As I walked in and noticed what my mom had prepared for me I stopped cold in my tracks. "Sweety, put those on the bed and strip down for me" I humbly complied, now content with my fate. "Lay down here for me" she asked as she pointed to the blue mat. However there was a white bottle of baby powder next to it and some cream. I complied with her request and sat down on the mat. It was cold and made a crackling sound as I sat down. A shiver went up my spine. "Good, now lay down and lift your rear up" she asked as she began to unfold the diaper. The smiling red face of Elmo looking at me almost brought a tear to my eye. While the silence was being interrupted by the crinkling of the diaper and my moms soft humming. "I cannot believe that this is happening to me," I thought quietly to myself. My mother seeing me in some distress soothed me "Baby it is ok, I am sure that a lot of boys your age share your issue," she reassured as she wiped the one stray tear from my eye. Her warm touch calmed me and I felt as though everything would be ok. I felt oddly very safe and secure. "You can relax now sweety," she said in a very calming voice. I the sat back down with a crinkle from the diaper and a crackle from the mat. The diaper was soft and thick. It felt like I was sitting on a pillow almost. It was warm and nice, much better than the cold hard mat. I her a small pop as the smell of baby powder filled the room. It was cold at first but it soon warmed up to my body temperature. "Lift your legs up for me sweety," she kindly requested. I silently nodded and pulled my legs up and my butt off the diaper. I felt her sprinkle more powder onto me. "Wouldn't want to get a rash now would we" she said in a joking voice. I smiled and shook my head. I then felt a very cold cream being placed onto my backside. It smelled kind of funny but the smell of baby powder overpowered it. "Ok, you can put your legs back down now sweety" she said. I lowered my legs once again feeling the warmth of the diaper under me. The cream was beginning to warm up to my body temperature. "Spread your legs for me dear," she asked. I did so and she then took the front end of the diaper and pulled it up to my belly. Then she fastened the two tapes snugly with a smile on her face. "I think that she is enjoying this. She might have missed not having a baby to care for," I thought. I was an only child and she was not able to have anymore children due to a complication during my birth. "All done baby" she warmly said. I sat up and discovered that I was unable to fully close my legs together due to the bulk between my legs. I stood up to get my pajamas on while hearing the faint crinkle sound of the diaper. As I through my shirt on my mother recommended that I not where pants. "baby are you sure you want to wear pants it is rather hot and you usually do not where them anyway during the summer. I am the only one who will see you. You don't have to worry about your diaper being visible," she said while placing her hand on my back. The warm touch reassured me that everything would be ok and the snug warm grip of the diaper added to this feeling. "Thank you for helping me with all of this mom. You always do look out for me," I said as I gave her a hug. "You are my baby, of course I will look out for you" she said. "Now, get on into bed and I will be up in a minute to tuck you in," she said as she gave my padded rear a pat. I went up to my room and got into my warm covers. "She has not tucked me in for five years. This is a pleasant surprise," I thought to my self eagerly. I then heard the door crack open. As my mother came in. "I just want to make sure you are ok still baby. You have been so good about all of this I think that I will reward you with a trip to the zoo this weekend. How does that sound?" she asked as she tucked my sheets in. "That sounds wonderful, the uh diaper does feel a little different but I can get use to it. It actually is not that bad," I said enthusiastic. I loved the zoo, the animals, the food, and the time I would get to spend with my mother. "Goodnight John" she said while flipping off the lights. "Goodnight mommy" I yawned. I guess I was more tired than I thought. I shut my eyes and went to sleep. Chapter 4 The golden sunlight from my windows warmed my face as I cracked open my eyes. "9 am" I thought "That is earlier than normal. well I did go to bed earlier and my bed is not wet ... oh I almost forgot, the diapers" My crotch felt damp yet my bed was dry. I reached my hand down and felt my crotch. "This is a lot thicker and squishier than last night" I thought as I squeezed gently to feel the squishy and slightly warm padding. I then smelled a wonderful smell from the kitchen, "Bacon" I concluded. My mom was making breakfast. I got up from my bed and sat on the side. My diaper was sagging and sloshing around. I stood up, noticing that the diaper was much thicker than before and waddled downstairs into the kitchen. "Good morning sweety, how did you sleep" she said with a cheery smile. "I slept very well actually" I replied. It was true I had not slept like that in years. "I see the diapers worked, barely" she remarked while looking at the sagging state of my diaper. She the got two plates out and put scrambled eggs on them. "This looks great. Thanks mom" I said as I sat down at the table with my plate. The diaper squishing and releasing some liquid into my crotch which was soon absorbed again. My mother then brought me a glass of milk and we had a nice breakfast together. "The cable guy says that the internet will be out today and for some of tomorrow" she said while sipping her coffee. "Aww that means that I cannot play any video games. What should I do instead?" I said with a depressed mood. "You could always play outside. I think there is a basketball next to your old sandbox" my mother replied. "But first lets get you out of that wet diaper". I followed her back up to her room where she removed the diaper. It hit the bathroom floor with a loud thud. I then took a shower and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. "Basketball. Never was really one for sports but I could give it a try" I thought to myself as I tied my sneakers. I went downstairs and then into our backyard. We still had a swing-set and a sandbox from when I was younger. "Those were some good times" I thought as I remembered the fun I had playing in the sandbox and on the swings as a child. I noticed the basketball at the corner of the sandbox. I went to go get it. Picking it up I noticed a dusty shovel and pail. "I guess we forgot to give these away" I thought to myself. "Well, I do not really know much about basketball but I do remember all of the good times I had in this sandbox" I thought as I sat down in the cold sand. I began to play and dig holes and such. I felt like I did when I was younger. I was very happy. Hours went by and the sunshine warmed my body. However, I felt a strange sensation. The sun was causing my clothes to get warmer but my crotch felt warmer than normal and damp! I looked down at my shorts and sure enough there was a basketball size spot on the front of my shorts. "Did I really just wet myself. I did not even feel it. Maybe I am not as old as I think I am..." I thought as tears began to form in my eyes. I felt helpless. "John are you ok?" my mother called out. She immediately could see that there was a problem. She hurried outside and saw what had happened. She put her hand on my shoulder and said "Shh it's alright baby, everything will be ok" she soothed. tears had stopped forms as she wiped the tears off of my cheeks. "Lets get you inside and into some dry clothes" she said as she helped me up. I held her hand and we both walked inside. “Just put your clothes by the wash and I will take care of it. Could you come into my room when you get the chance†my mom said to me. My cheeks were dry from the tears and my nose was still running but I gave a faint reply, “Ok mom I will be there in a second†as I got changed into some dry clothes. It was so nice to be dry, the feeling of the dry fabric lifted my spirits a bit. I then went into my moms room to find her sitting on the bed. “Come sit next to me, we need to have a talk†she said in a very serious tone. I felt my stomach churn with unease as I heard this. “What could she want to talk about that is so serious?†I thought as I slowly walked toward the bed. I hopped up next to her and she put her hand gently on my leg. “Sweety, I know it is not your fault that you are having these accidents†my mother said before I interrupted her “It was only one accident†I replied, “One daytime accident†she quickly responded. She went on “Now I know this may be hard for you but it would make things easier for the both of us and it will only be until you are dry for three days†she said nervously. Things were starting to click in my head about what she was about to say next. “I think it would be best if you were in diapers during the daytime too. You can come to me at anytime and I will take them off to let you use the bathroom. But it would be easier and we would not have to worry about ruining any furniture or running any extra loads of laundry†she explained. I was unsure about the idea, “I mean I was or am 15 or at least I think I am. I mean it is true that I was born 15 years ago, but my actions would seam to suggest a much younger age. Maybe diapers are the right answer. Maybe I am a baby. I am very confused. Who am I?†I thought to myself. “Ok mom maybe you are right. I will give it a try just for you†I replied “Oh thank you so much sweety, now you know the drill strip for me while I get your mat†she replied with an excited tone. I think she is enjoying this more and more. “What is that mat and where did you get it?†I asked. “It is actually your old changing mat†she replied as she got a fresh diaper from the package. Then within five minutes I could not close my legs together. I redressed but had some issues with my shorts. The added bulk of the diapers seamed to make it so they would not fit. “Having trouble baby?†my mom asked looking at my struggle. “Oh it looks like we will need to go shopping for some shorts that will fit, but for now I suppose you can run around in just a diaper. I mean it’s only going to be me who will see you and anyway it will make it easier for me to check if you are wet†she said while giving a gentle pat to the rear of my diaper. I was basically almost anything now. Whatever dignity I had left was mostly gone. “Good idea mom†I responded. I looked at a mirror, “Wow I really do look the part of a two year old†I thought to myself before having my thoughts interrupted. “You look so cute†my mother said in a loving voice while looking in the same mirror. I then went back outside to play more in the sandbox. I felt younger than ever, but I was sort of enjoying it. I got to be carefree and happy. Not a worry in the world. “John dinner†my mother called out. “Coming†I replied, that was fast, how time flies when you are having fun. I got up noticing the added bulk and weight of my diaper. “This feels heavier than this morning but maybe I am just imagining things†I thought as I went back inside the house. Chapter 5 “What is for dinner mom?†I asked. “Potato stew†she replied and then proceeded to examine my diaper. “See aren’t you glad your in diapers. Your soaked. I will change you after dinner into your nighttime diapers. Which reminds me I have to make some adjustments to those†she said as she got some bowls out and began to fill them with potato stew. “I am wet! I did not even feel a need to go... This is getting worse. Or better. I am unsure. Who do I want to be? A 15 year old in diapers or a normal two year old?†I thought still kinda at odds with who or what I wanted to be. I went to sit down at the table when an odd sensation began to occur in my crotch. I felt warmth spreading and pooling in the bottom of my diaper waiting to be absorbed. My diaper was being saturated by another wetting. I put my hand on the front of my diaper and felt how warm it was. I gave it a gentle squeeze and felt liquid ooze from the inside and join the pool that was forming at my bottom inside my diaper. It sort of aroused me. Then my mom put my plate in front of me and we began to eat. “How are you doing sweety?†my mom asked. “Not to bad. I could get use to this†I replied. “Oh, good I thought you might have more issues with this than you have. Or that you would cause a larger fuss. You are such a good baby†my mother said with a smiling face, a face that filled my heart with joy. I loved to see my mother happy and it seemed that this was bringing her joy. We finished dinner and I followed her up to her room. She brought a knife with her this time. I was confused on what she was doing. This time she pulled out two diapers from the package. Confused I watched as she sliced holes in the plastic of the first one and laid it down for me to get on. This was a different changing experience though, as I was not taking a shower afterward. "My diaper is being changed" I thought as I was soon interrupted by the ripping sounds of the tapes of my soaked diaper. "Wow you really did a number on this one baby" she said with a chuckle. I blushed a little. "I was just a normal fifteen year old boy" My thoughts were interrupted by the cold moist baby wipe making contact with my skin. "Now here you are, an unpotty trained two year old... Is it so bad though? Maybe I will be happier? Maybe this is the age I am suppose to be." I thought to myself while my mom taped up the first diaper. "Tonight I am going to double diaper you sweety. You were nearly leaking when you woke up this morning. So I thought that it might be better to be on the safe side" my mom said while taping up the second diaper. "All set" she said enthusiastically. I stood up, or at least attempted to stand up as much as I could. The mass between my legs was so thick that I had to keep my legs spread wide apart. "So this is why babies waddle" I thought to myself. "You want to watch some TV with me for a couple hours baby?" my mom asked as she began to gather up the supplies. "Sure that sounds great mom" I said as I began to waddle to the door. "I will meet you down there I just have to finish up the order for your new clothes,†and with a gentle pat on my bum she went to get her smart phone to complete the order. "Oh good, it will be nice to where pants again. I said as a waddled down the stairs. I sat down on the couch with a crinkle. "Wow, these are really comfortable" I thought to myself as I enjoyed the thick pillowing cushion attached to my rear. "So what do you want to watch sweety?" my mother asked as she entered the room. "Not sure, lets just see what is on," I replied as my mother sat down next to me. After flipping through the channels we settled on a kids movie. "Even if it is a kids movie that does not mean it cannot be good" I thought to myself as my mom gently put her warm arm around me and scooted me closer to her. She then put her other arm around me and I at close to her warm comforting chest. She began to stroke my hair. I had never felt so comfortable or secure in my life. I was in my own little slice of heaven. About halfway through the movie, I felt a familiar feeling in my bladder. A slight pressure, signaling my need to pee, a feeling that I had not had for a the last day. "I can hold it until the end of the movie and besides I am in such a comfortable spot, I really don't want to move" I thought to myself as I lay in front of my mother with her arms cuddled around me. Five more minutes passed, the pressure in my bladder grew. It was beginning to become uncomfortable. "Shoot, I really have to pee but I don't want to get up from this spot" I thought as I remembered the bulk between my legs. "Well I mean, I am wearing a diaper, and it will be wet by tomorrow morning anyways... Mom did say that she double diapered me so it could hold more... Maybe if I just let a little bit out. Just to relieve a little bit of the pressure" I thought to myself as I began to relax my bladder. I instinctively put my thumb in my mouth. "If I am suppose to be a two year old, I guess it would be ok to act like one" I thought to myself as the warm stream began to flow into the crotch of my thirsty diaper. I had only intended to let a little bit go but now that I had started, I could not stop. The warmth spread to the rear of my diaper as the liquid sloshed around before being absorbed by the thirst diaper. "ahh... that feels good... Oh no I was only suppose to let a little out. But whatever, it is a diaper, it is meant for this" I thought to myself while enjoying the warm squishy feeling of my wet diaper. Then my mother suddenly asked me "Baby, did you have an accident?" "She must be able to feel it. Oh well" I thought to myself as I took my thumb out of my mouth. "Maybe" I sheepishly responded still feeling the warm mass between my legs growing. "It’s ok sweety, I will check you when the movie is over" she responded with a gentle pat on my head. After about ten more minutes I began to feel tired. My mother had pulled a warm red plush blanket over the both of us. I felt very cozy and let out a yawn. "Someone looks tired" my mother whispered while stoking my hair. "A little" I yawned. My eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier. After about five more minutes I was fast asleep. To be continued...
  5. This role play is about a little girl who is taken in by a wealthy women
  6. mommy

    I am an adult baby who is up for ADOPTION and is looking for a mommy/mom/mother type figure girlfriend for a long term relationship and then maybe marriage. About me. I'm a very caring and loving person(adult baby care bear). I'm caring and loving and cuddly. I can be an adult when i need to be. I love care bears. I'm 26. I am looking for a mommy/mother figure girlfriend to be with me and take care of me as if i were her own. I never had that mommy/baby bond. I like to sleep in my crib all the time. I have my crib taken down for now but i do love to sleep in it. I like to wear diapers and sleep in them, some how i got into diapers and now i like them, but i don't go in them i just like the feel and sound they make. I like to go fishing, boating go to the movies once and a while. I like bowling. I have been feeling like a baby my whole life. I like to listen to rock and Taylor Swift and lullaby music. I live in Columbus OH.
  7. 25 year old Joey Sanders waited in the living room for his new girlfriend of a year, Natalie. Joey had met Natalie through his best friend whom had dated Natalie's sister. Joey had been skeptical about matchmaking, but it was love at first sight. Earlier in the month, he had asked her to move in. She eagerly accepted. He eventually planned on marrying her. Joey and Natalie had one big thing in common: children. Joey was the proud father of 2 year old Jaxon Sanders. His mother was no longer in the picture. She signed over her parental rights hours after his birth. Natalie had a 4 year old daughter, Isla. This day was the first step to the rest of their lives.
  8. Hello, My names Tristin and I'm a Caucasian 25 year old adult baby male from Farmington Hills Michigan. I am a really fun loving guy who likes to workout, watch movies, go on long walks, read books, play video games, and try new foods. I have been searching for a mommy for a very long time and unfortunately all the woman I date love me until they find out about my fetish/lifestyle choice. If you are a woman that is in the south eastern Michigan area seeking an Adult baby to be yours then I am your guy. My personality type is very expressive and I am a big time cuddle bear so please PM me if you have any questions at all. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
  9. I'm new to this idea and site. I'm a young attractive male (dark hair, tan, fit)... Probably wouldn't guess I have a weird fetish if you ever even met me. Never have acted on it, so I want to be discrete and find someone interested in several roles: Favorite (mom/son) daughter/daddy sister/brother dominant/slave Willing to corporate since I live on the west side of Indy in case someone isn't from here.
  10. I hope this is the right section to do this in. Ok so I have urges to wear diapers about once every three months or so and to get rid of the urges I have to wear about 5 diapers that week I can't stop thinking about them until I do. I moving into my moms house from my dad and my mom always goes into my room and looks around and snoops. Also she already knows I like diapers because she found a use one in my room but never brought it up but back to my main point I can't have a stash of abdl stuff with out her finding out so I think I should tell her. She is very accepting of most because she is gay and also she let my brother wear dresses when he was little because he liked it so I think I should tell her she would probably let me wear them but I'm still a little scared she would flip out because she is a little strict and she might be disgusted. Or she might offer to buy me diapers and diaper me she always likes to baby me so who knows.
  11. The role play is about a child named Megan and she is the only child of Peter and Emily Copper. My dad is a lawyer and my mom is a bank executive who can work from home.
  12. My name is lisa i am 10 years old and i was just adopted be james and ruth johnson. The year is 1955 and i am told that there is a couple that would like to meet with me.
  13. This role play is about a girl named Katie aand her brother who are orphaned and taken in by Richard and Karen Doyle. They are lovely people Richard works for a hedge fund group and karen is a stay at home mom. They were never blessed to have children of there own so they decided to adopt.
  14. My name is sarah i'm 10 years old. I was just adopted by james and karen johnson.
  15. Note from the author: Hello all! I'm pretty sure this is my first post on DD and what better way to start out, than by giving story writing a try. This is my first time, putting "pen to paper" and I would love to hear some comment about, what to improve and what you like. Chapter 1: â€I like to wear diapers, OKAY!†There, I had finally said it, but should I have said it? A millions thoughts, where racing through my mind at that moment and the moments after that moment. Telling your MOM, that you at the age of 18, like to wear diapers and have been doing so, without her knowing, since the age of 15, is not exactly easy and should not be taken lightly. Now, there are many ways, a mother may react when faces with this “factâ€. She can be shocked, scared, angry, go ballistic, HELL she might even, drop dead of a heart attack. But none of that seemed to be the case, with my mother. Actually, she barely reacted at all. She simply got up from the couch and walked out of the living room, where we had both been sitting, when I had finally come clean. She walked through the house and out into the garage and started doing laundry. All of this, without saying a single word. Leaving me, sitting alone on the couch, almost in a state of shock. “What had I just done?†That was one of the many thoughts, which ran through my mind. “How should I react?†“How did my Mom, react?†“Was this a wise choice?†After a few minutes, just as my Mom before, I simply got off the couch, walked out of the living room and down the hallway, into my room and shut the door behind me. “What had I done!?†Was the question that once again, ran through my head, as I threw myself onto my bed and buried my head into my pillow. Having been forced to hide this “secretâ€, my deepest desire, for all these years, had really taken a toll on me and the pressure to come out had just been building and building for years. I remember first being attracted to diapers, when I was “maybe†6? Seeing them in the store, watching babies in the street, I didn’t know it back then, by I was evolving in a “Adult Baby†and a “Diaper Loverâ€. All of those babies and toddlers. “GOD!†I was so jealous, I wanted what they had. I wanted to be safe, carefree and being taken care of. The desire only grew, as I got older and the hard facts, of how hard life can be, really starting hitting me. Being a “Teenager†is not easy, to be honest, it’s one of the hard parts of life. Trying to fit in, trying to be something, getting to know yourself. And then when your dad suddenly passes away, in a blink of an eye. Everything just gets hard and you start looking for a “way outâ€, an “escape†and I found mine. “Diapersâ€. When I wore diapers, I was able to relax and just enjoy the moment. Sure there was something sexually involved to. But the feeling of being care free and feeling “secureâ€, was the most important part. I LOVED this feeling and started buying diapers, whenever I had the chance. Pullups, baby diapers, drynites, “You name it!â€. When I had the chance and my Mom, wasn’t home, I bought some diapers and then lost myself in them. “Sureâ€, they never actually fit like they should and “Sure†they could barely hold anything, when I from time to time “used†them. But they gave me a feeling of security. “But what now?†“Would I ever have a chance to feel secure again?†“Did I make a mistake, by finally telling my Mom?†I hadn’t planned to do so, but she just caught me in a bad move and started asking questions, about the diapers, that she had found, in our trashcan. Normally I would simply lie and tell her that “I knew nothing about itâ€. But on this day, I simply did not have the energy, to put on a “show†and that when it just, “flew†out of me. “What have I done!?†Once again echoed, through my mind, as I slowly drifted to sleep.
  16. Isabella Candie

    From the album My art

    One of the main nurses and Doodle's caretaker. Note: This is an old drawing of her and I tried to fix it as best I could.