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You're middle aged; pretty hefty and looking like Fatguy-in-a-little-coat. Your chimo glasses are huge and you're balding. Mommy and I are walking behind you at the  Tree Lighting Festival, it's about quarter to four. The plaza is crowded. There are more children than adults milling about, and people are pretty much shoulder-to-shoulder, wandering through the displays. I watch as you meander your way through the crowd. I asked Mommy: "Do you see what I see?" I point at the fat patch of pale skin exposed between your too-short jacket and waist 48 khakis.
I see a ratty pair of underwear. It's got a blue and yellow stripe, some cheapo brand. What is it covering? A just as cheap Depend or store-brand pullup, pulled up above the underwear WAY too high. Clearly you did this with the intent that others might see, though you made it look like an accident. There's no way you can't notice this, it's freezing cold outside, and it's trying to snow.
I walked around and got just enough of a profile view to see that you weren't a retard; otherwise, I might have let this slide and placed blame on your companion/caregiver for neglecting your appearance, shaming you in public. You're alone, and I can see why.

But no, you clearly wanted to be noticed. Well Bucko, you got your wish: I noticed you, and so did parents as you walked past their children, sledding down the hill. Was it worth it? Did you get the rush you needed?

After you're done blowing your load by reliving your afternoon antics, (embellished enough to fulfill your fantasy) I want you to imagine what society would be like if ABDL was as accepted as LGBT. How wonderful the world could be if diapered adults weren't viewed with pity or disgust.

Now I want you to contemplate what individuals like yourself are doing for our community's image: Fat, balding, ugly, middle-aged man cruising through a crowd of parents and children while his XL pullup is intentionally exposed for all to see. Your ass was a billboard that day, and your marketing department definitely didn't do their research before going to press.

I hope that you're a lurker here, and you can read this to know that what you did was inappropriate. If you want acceptance and tolerance of our lifestyle, do the revolution a favor and cover your fat ass up.

Sincerely,

Tris


[/rant] #Beginflamewar

For whom it may concern:

It seems as though everyone can understand that there are times when someone should just bite their tongue, and keep quiet. On 6/20/2011, I should have heeded that advice, and kept my mouth shut. This is a formal apology, from yours truly, about the indecencies that were uttered in the chat room. Please all, accept my apology, and don't hold any grudges. The past should always be viewed as a springboard, not as a hammock. Meaning, for those of you who do not quite understand what this it means: don't look back on your mistakes, only move forward. It takes a man to admit his mistakes, and by doing so, I hope none of you fault me for this. Once more, I would like to apologize to all who I've offended, and I hope you all understand. Everyone has bad days, so please have some empathy, some character, some heart, and some compassion. What was said will never be said again.

I'm sorry,
Milwaukeedl89

Darkfinn, Do you wake up every day and think of a new way to be an asshole, or do you have a long list and just check them off as you go?

I just looked at my profile and I see that my reputation is <gasp> POOR.  Gack!  What did I do?

If I've offended people, my apologies.

If I've pissed people off, my apologies.

If I've been "out of line", my apologies.

If I've <insert whatever it is that I've done>, my apologies.

Apologetically yours,
Glycerine

What?? Okay, just the title was enough to derail me. "Smelling like a disabled incontinent person" - I have a disability, and I'm incontinent...And I smell just like your average, non-disabled, non-incontinent person. That's really rude, implying that those with disabilities and incontinence smell different.

~ moogle

You took that way too seriously. It's better to just play it cool and laugh or shrug it off than to cause a scene in the middle of a store. The cashier was probably only messing with you anyways.

I don't buy diapers in retail stores very often, but there have been a few occurrences where either the cashier has implied that they might be for my own personal use. I don't let it frazzle me and take everything in stride. One of the most memorable ones, I was in a local Walgreens picking up a pack of their store brand diapers, which are actually quite nice for daytime use, I got the huge mega pack and the cashier was having trouble finding a bag of the appropriate size. She asked if I really wanted a bag to cover them up with and I responded no, it was really OK, everybody already knew that I wore diapers anyways. She was blushing more than I was at that point. I finished paying and left.

There is absolutely no need to get all riled up over an off-hand comment or (possibly) inappropriate remark from some stranger. They don't know you more than the man in the moon, and does it really matter what they think? If they want to razz me I'll play along. Better to have fun with it than to get pissed off.

I disagree. When you go to a store, you should be treated with nothing but respect.

If I get bad service, I always ask for a manager.

So Yesterday I had my first bad experience with a cashier while buying diapers.  I went to the local cvs pharmacy to pick up some depends maximum protection because I had just run out of bambinos and wanted something to use until I would be getting more.  I have done this a million times, you just walk up to the register, buy it and walk out with your diapers.  It's not rocket science, no one ever truly says or does anything, right? That's what I thought too, until yesterday.

I walked up to the register and set the depends on the counter.  The cashier flipped it over to scan it and asked,

       "oh you haven't grown out of it yet?"  

I was confused at first.  Immediately I assumed the sizing of the diaper but that made no sense so I asked,

       "excuse me?"

he then proceeded to ask again, with a grin and condescending tone,

       "you haven't grown out of peeing the bed yet?"

At this point everything clicked and s#@! just hit def-con 5.  I was outraged and demanded to see his manager immediately.  I kept my composure but was obviously upset and offended.  He did so immediately and started squirming in his shoes.  He knew he just did something real stupid.  While ringing me up he tried an attempt at a feeble empty apology but I interjected, telling him that I truly did not want to hear it and just wanted to speak to the manager.

The manager arrived only moments afterwords and I explained to him what had happened.  I went on to explain that incontinence is a serious issue that anyone, even a young man like myself, can deal with.  I explained that I was just embarrassed, belittled and offended by his out of line employee and that I am truly very hurt.  Whatever product I buy is my own business and I should not have to feel embarrassed by absolutely anything that I buy in this pharmacy.  The manager was very understanding and said that he would have a serious talk with the employee.  even though I wasn't truly satisfied with this I just wanted to get out at that point so I left.

But that's not the end of it.  I called the corporate headquarters this morning and explained the entire situation in great excruciating detail.  The woman who spoke with me seemed truly hurt anyone would do that to someone for any reason and was more than eager to rectify this.  She sent a report directly to the regional manager's blackberry and within the hour I had a call from the head store manager.  She was beyond apologetic and offered to give me a $50 gift card to cvs (more diapers does help with the way I feel about this, lol).  I accepted the apologies and while I was on the way over to the pharmacy to pick up the gift card, the regional and district managers called me to personaly apologize and to truly touch base with me.

Overall, I'm very satisfied with the situation.  they had a fast and immediate response.  The store manager told me that she gave the employee who did it a written report that will give him only one chance to keep his job.  The employee who made the comments had offered to call me and talk to me directly but I declined so he left me a message that he was truly sorry and honestly never meant to hurt me.  It was just a stupid attempt to make a joke and he didn't realize the true implications of his words.  I'm still upset at him and first impressions are hard to change but I do forgive him for what he said.  I don't want him to get fired but I am glad that everything happened the way it did.  I did feel bad about alluding to the fact that I was incontinent but I needed to get the point across and I felt that was the best angle to take.  I never did lie but I did make it seem as if I was incontinent and being discreet about it.  I was as respectable as anyone could be in that situation.

I hope I represented diaper wearers well.  I kept on thinking what I would have done if that was the first time I was buying diapers.  I think it would have caused me serious anxiety problems.  I stood up for all diaper wearers alike.

Sophie has no job, and therefore she's very poor... like in most Christmas stories.

Anyway, I don't know what to think of a Christmas without a tree, so I decided to make my own.  At first, it was going to be made of paper and Christmas lights... but I was afraid it might catch fire.  So instead I made one out of balloons and other party favors.

It took roughly 5-6 hours total.  Most of the time, I was watching TV, so it wasn't a big deal... but my cheeks hurt from blowing up balloons.

There are 73 balloons, 50 bows, 30 feet of ribbon (and a hell of a lot of packing tape).  The star is 11 gold bows taped to a yellow balloon.



-Sophie

P.S. Thanks to Kitsy for paying for supplies - he always helps me out, and none of this would be possible without him.

Many, many times I've read threads that start out "I'm finally going to tell my wife". What can I say? It seems that so many people are afraid of honesty, they're blind to the other person in the relationships feelings, and really showing them the worst kind of disrespect. This callous disregard for them is NOT the way to behave towards someone you supposedly love so much!

Two years into a marriage is NOT the time to say "oh, by the way....", If you really love someone then you HAVE to respect them. It means you owe them the truth from the very start of the time you start thinking that they might be the one you want to share your life with. Before you even think of buying a ring you MUST disclose all of your secrets, period.

You have to realize that we, as diaper lovers or adult babies, are not what the mainstream of our society consider "normal". As far as a lot of them go we are pretty out there, or extremely perverted (in some people's minds). Some of us are, if you take a realistic view of some in our community. I mean anyone who thinks that girls want to feed them, dress them, keep them in diapers 24/7, and not mind changing their messy diapers, is basically a nut, but they can be found on this site.

If you truly love and respect your partner you have a responsibility to tell them about your fetish. I don't mean that you just say "I like to wear diapers sometimes", but to really tell them about it. Whether you are AB and want them to baby you some times, if you want to be babied a lot, if you like to wet, or mess, I mean EVERYTHING!! There is no way that you can fail to do this if you truly love your partner, it is what you owe them if they truly are the one who you love.

If you cannot do this then you are not ready to propose to them, let alone marry them. Honesty is not the best policy, it's the ONLY policy here, DO NOT LIE TO THEM BY KEEPING THIS LITTLE "SECRET" TO YOURSELF!! I know that it is hard to talk about something you've kept hidden from everybody else all you life, but you must break that silence if you really love them.

It might be that they are not able to accept this about you, but better to know now than after you've trapped someone in a marriage where they suddenly feel betrayed. If you do this to someone they have every right to feel betrayed by you! That could very quickly end your marriage in one UGLY divorce!! Sit down and talk to them, let them know that this is hard for you to talk about, but you have to tell them because to keep it a secret would be wrong, (it would in fact be worse than lying to them). If both of you are truly in love they might just say "well that's different, but it doesn't change how I feel about you". They may even like the idea enough to want to participate. That's a long shot there, but you never know.

The point is you have to be upfront and honest from the start. It might be the end of the relationship, but better to know now than to have both of your feeling mangled in a bitter divorce. You are the only one who can pick who you want to open up to when you're in a relationship, but if you think that the relationship is really going to go somewhere you are obligated to out yourself. It's the decent and right thing to do.

Peace,
Vic

Druggies are losers.  End of story.

People who insult others for doing what they will with their own bodies, when they could've simply refrained from responding to the thread, are losers. THE END

Dear DD Community,
            After recent events, and much thinking I have come to a personal decision. I love this website and I have spent many years on it. I've enjoyed my time with the forums, the chat in general,  as well as the many people on it, who have helped me to become better and more secure in myself and who I am. I met my mommy here ♥ and she is everything to me and I will stand by her to the end ♥. For this I am now and forever more ever so thankful to the Daily Diapers community!
 
            First I want to address the chat pull...
I don't feel that I am directly to blame for anything on DD chat. However, I am going to go ahead and apologize to any "person(s)" that may feel offended and whatnot by anything that may have been said or done on my behalf simply because I do not want anyone to feel that way and sometimes the person at fault doesn't always see their wrong doings. It is not my intentions to hurt any human being. I am a caring individual, I worry about my friends deeply and I don't want to ever see them hurting. This is just the type of person I am. Anyone who knows me on a personal level, knows this about me. I'm not trying to win an award for it. As a gay person and a girl in love and in a relationship with another girl myself, I would hate for anyone to approach me with such rude/ ludacris commentary and I would take up for them and hope that any of you would do the same simply because its the right thing to do as a person/ human being. So, this is my apology. So for that I hope this is seen as acceptable in the eyes of the community. My hopes is that your chat room is back up soon guys. ♥
            Sadly this takes me into my second topic... my time as a chat mod.
            Although I have enjoyed serving as a chat mod. I feel I have done a lot of good in there, I have helped to make it a safer environment for ppl to want to chat in without being hounded mercilessly. I am *on call* and available when stuff goes down at 3am and no other mod/ admin is available to handle it. I stepped up to bat, because I love the site and I care what happens. Sometimes things cant wait til morning... and I know this so I put myself available unless its petty stuff and chat members know the difference. However, I am finding it massively difficult to reason with how I am to moderate a chat room, that I do not do much in aside from moderate, slightly talk in randomly, and yet get attacked in fairly often, as witnessed by several members of chat. Although these witnesses may be reconciled by many to be my friends, of course many are, they are also regulars of the chat room. Some instances of such attacks come with moderating a chat room.... they are to be expected, but when it oversteps those lines such things should be handled fairly for all involved even in the context of moderators. It's to be fair. This might seem as though I am taking a self sufficing pity stance, but I assure you I'm not. I take heat for whatever I do if and when I am of guilt. I accept consequences. Now, when another member is attacked I have done my job and I handle it as a moderator, professionally should, and that member is dealt with via the scale of DD justice. However, it appears that when a moderator, be it myself, Alex 04, or even Warpiper, in past times, gets attacked there is a scale of drama that leads a higher chain of events to cause even more drama instead of simply dealing with the issue at hand simply as it would normally be dealt with. This should be the relative procedure with anything but it doesn't seem to be the case here and I can't continue on and feel well about myself in a position where such issues are disregarded. Without naming names, had anyone else called another member in  chat a racial or non-LGBT friendly slur, initiated lude/ crude  under cuff commentary  to insinuate insults or direct attacks even... its gets handled. However when they have been against myself, they have been chalked up to dust. Is this me being petty? I don't feel as such, and I am tired of it. For this reason, I am stepping down as a chat moderator. I refuse to be the one to hand out justice when none is given in return. I am sure this will make some feel celebratory and that's fine, I'm not doing it because you've won. So blow your little horns but it hot air really... o.O I'm doing it because its what's best for me, and honestly my daughter as well, and besides.. its a farking kick button that I'm giving up, nothing more really.
 
            Lastly... my time here on DD and my personal grievances
            I love this website. I try hard to be friends with everyone and if I cant be friends with someone then I simply try to be civil in their presence. There is no point in starting idiocy where it is not needed. The problem with a chat room is that it is just that.. a chat room... a room full of words on a screen, void of emotion, unless you do something to add it into them. People will read things into those words you type, its going to happen. Its kinda like we both read the same bible passage.. we are both going to derive different meanings from it. Well sometimes that happens on text as well. Anyways, my point is that you can't please everyone. Someone is bound to get upset eventually, and especially if you hold power, oh and if you're the only one doing the job which makes it even harder because it all falls to you. However, regardless of all of this I do my best to remain impartial, are there times where I slip? OF COURSE! I'm human. But I try not to do that on purpose.
            Now I have kept my mouth shut. I have bit my tongue. Mainly because I was asked to do so and because I'm a mod and it's the professional thing to do. Well I'm not a mod anymore so I'm putting out there how I feel. On what is supposed to be an LGBT friendly site, I have been called a homophobic cunt, and I'm gay,  which was in the chat logs by that same exact person who tonight on an apology thread was defended by admin, they weren't even touched, and still the berating continues, even into last night on the forums, but I ignore it as always. I won't even go into the nutty episodes from the past. After speaking with DD, I've not spoken to this person since, yet somehow, I feel that this drama hasn't ended and as a result you have what is happening now. For that, I feel guilty. Not because I've done anything wrong against this person because I haven't but because they can't be civil and look what its cost us as a result. To my friends I'm so sorry. To admin, if you feel I'm at fault, ok fine, that's your call... I disagree wholeheartedly as have given my heart to this site and to the chat and the friends I've met here. I've fallen in line with any rules handed to me and dealt with every stress along the way.
             So with all this said, I've walked away from a friend over this tonight. I've lost my head over this tonight more than once in tears, I just need a break. So I'm stepping down and I'm probably stepping out. I'm sure I will get in trouble for posting this even though I've attacked no one but I needed to vent for once and clear the air. So I can't say if chat comes back up that I will be in there so if you don't see me on here, you can reach me online, those who know how... or if you don't then just contact someone who does! I'm never far and you are all always close to my heart because you have stood by me through so much.. my epilepsy, my daughter's stuff, my abusive mother just much and grateful doesn't begin to express my heart for it. I am in tears as I write this, because I might be saying goodbye to my friends but I can't feel like this anymore. So I love you guys and for now. That is about it. ♥

Boo freaking hoo.  I'm sorry, but I feel like providing some balance here.  You've been dealing with incontinence for 1 whole year?  And it bothers you so much that you go to a diaper fetish website in the "incontinence desires" section to warn them how bad it is?  I'm sorry, but it just seems fishy and wrong.  It's like a "straight" guy going onto a gay website and telling them about the dangers of being gay.  It just doesn't jive with me.  Look, I've been dealing with urinary incontinence since 2002 and wearing diapers since around 2005.  I likely go through most of the same routines as you.  All of my friends/family and many co-workers know.  I do not advertise it, but if the issue comes up, I am simply open and honest about it, just as if I had any other disability.  Unlike you, I admit to liking diapers.  Not necessarily to my friends/family, but here I will admit it freely.  I do not think that I would be here if I did not like them.  I'd probably be on some lame Depends website or something.  I think that diapers are awesome, even after all this time.  They keep me dry, and they feel good.  The nature of my incontinence causes me great pain at times due to blockage and a hyperactive bladder, so my kidneys hurt often, but otherwise, I am as happy as a fish in water.  After a few tries, I even found a lover who is accepting and knowledgeable about my condition.  I'm here to tell you that you can have your incontinence and enjoy it too.  Yeah, some days are rough, but overall it is not something I would try and steer others away from.  Especially if they could have it without the pain that I often experience.  

I am involuntarily incontinent, and have totally accepted and embraced my lot in life.  You can cry about it, or you can make the most of it.  Certainly if I can enjoy it, somebody who comes to it voluntarily could also enjoy it.  If they don't like it, over time, they have the choice of reversing course, and will most likely return to normal.  So why waste time trying to scare people away from something that they are obviously passionate about?  For all you who desire incontinence, I say go for it, and take it however fast or slow you want.  You don't have to jump into it head first and pee and poo yourself all the time.  You can just pee, or just wear them dry.  You can wear them whenever you want, at night, during the day, or maybe only after you get home from work.  This is your only life, and here is something that brings you great pleasure, so why not enjoy it?  Just try to keep a broad perspective so that you can notice if it is causing you unhappiness in other ways.  The goal is to find a way of living that makes you happy, and that you will not regret when you look back from your deathbed.  You can listen to any number of opinions, or other people's experience, but they will not necessarily apply to you and your particular circumstances.  Some incontinent people hate their lives and commit suicide.  Some accept and actually love their lives, such as myself.  I don't see myself as a victim, even though some think that I should.  I was nearly beaten to death, which caused the injury in the first place.  You see, I could identify with the victim mentality, and spend my whole life moping around, or I can just accept things for how they are, and look for ways to make it better.  When I refuse to identify as a victim, or as a sufferer, what I find is that there are some very pleasant aspects of being incontinent.  There is the physical pleasure of having a soft, warm tight plushy underwear all the time.  It's like having your happy bits getting a nice hug all day.  Then there is the pleasure of not having to run to the bathroom every 10 minutes, and being able to sit through a whole movie.  Even many of my continent friends cannot make it through a movie, and I feel like they are the ones who have it bad, not me.  Finally, there is also the pleasure of being different.  Because of my condition, I am not normal, and it makes me glad that I am not just another brick in the wall.  I get to experience a very unique life, and as a result, I have a more interesting perspective on life.  

I have a friend who is dying of brain cancer.  When I think of him, I think that my condition is no worse than having to wear glasses.  Even the most incontinent amongst us doesn't really have it that bad, all things else equal.  So we wear diapers and squirt in our pants instead of a toilet.  Every freaking baby does the same thing, and you rarely hear them complain about it.  It's the parents, and the cultural conditioning that has the real problem with it.  If we succumb to this cultural shame, then I imagine it would suck 100 times worse.  But why should we allow the majority opinion affect us so greatly?  I don't, and nobody has treated me any worse because of it.  I can take a joke here and there from friends and family, because they are not malicious.  While we don't have license to push our condition upon others in any way, we should also not have to treat it as our shameful dark secret.

I think that the real reason there is shame associated with incontinence is because the same organ that is dysfunctional is also the sex organ.  Sex has a long history of secretiveness and of being taboo.  Add to the fact that some people wear diapers purely for sexual reasons, and there is a great reason for confusion, embarrassment and shame for wearing diapers.   But really, a more enlightened society would not even be phased by the issue, be it incontinence or fetish.  It just shows how close we still are to monkeys.  I for one feel that I have transcended the cultural conditioning, and have found a happy and peaceful way to live where I don't judge, and for the most part am not judged.

I may have the opportunity this year to undergo surgery for my condition.  It's not 100% sure if it will work, but most likely it will improve, and my incontinence will be reduced.  Mostly I am getting the surgery to reduce the pain, and remove the blockage.  If it wasn't for that, I would quite honestly be happy to go along for years in diapers.  In fact, there is a small to moderate chance that the surgery will worsen my incontinence.  The doctor is more worried about my possible future incontinence than I am! I know after this many years that I can live with thick waterproof underwear.  That's not such a big deal.  Most days I rather enjoy them.  I don't ever feel the need to make myself feel better by telling others how bad it is.  That would be dishonest and rather pathetic.  If somebody wants to try something out that's not necessarily designed for them, who are we to try and dissuade them?  Be it somebody with perfect vision who wants to wear glasses, a boy who wants to wear girls clothing, an ambulatory person who wants to use crutches, or a free person who wants to put themselves into bondage!  I say go for it, you only live once, and NOBODY knows how best to live this life.

Oh, and nitrous, is that kind of language really necessary?  You are of course entitled to whatever opinion you wish, but you are being quite judgmental and rude here.

Diaper issue:

1. Leave the cupboards closed. This NEEDS to become habit.

2. Get him/her something better to scratch than the diapers. Find out what he/she likes. You may need to try different scratching posts. Just give him/her something pleasant and appropriate to scratch. Cats NEED to scratch things to shed their excess bits of claws. It's instinct AND NOT THE CAT'S FAULT. To help entice your cat, use catnip if he/she is receptive to it.

3. Trim the claws. BE CAREFUL of the quick - cutting the quick is painful and will make your cat bleed. It's like cutting your nail down to the point of bleeding - ouch! If you can't do it yourself or are too nervous to, go to a vet or groomer.

4. DO NOT DECLAW YOUR CAT. It's extremely painful, and like cutting the first digit of each of your fingers off.

Peeing and pooping everywhere:

1. Litter train your kitten. Take the pee or poop and put it in the litter box, in front of your kitten. He or she will get the process.

2. SCOOP the cat litter and replace the litter when needed. Cats are finicky and most won't poop/pee in a filthy litter box.

3. Have at least two litter boxes for your kitty - one main one, and one extra. Ideally, you should have at least 1 box per cat, plus one extra. They like this.

4. Get them spayed or neutered. Cats tend to "mark their territory" more when they can reproduce....Not to mention unwanted pregnancies in a female cat!

If you can't do these things, then you really have no business owning a cat.

Source: I have 3 cats.

~ moogle

Wetnmessy247:

Am I to understand that you went on an amusement park ride while messed? If so, that's REALLY unsanitary, and even dangerous. People can get sick from other people's poop. What if you would of leaked? Poop has LOADS of bacteria. Unless you have no bowel control, and it happened ON a ride, it's only proper to change your diaper before the ride! I get that you only change once a day, that you like your messes, and that it's a downright pain to lose your place in line...However, NOT changing regularly in an amusement park is endangering the health of others. Other people use the seats, and as said, what if you leak? The bacteria from your poop seeps into the pee too. I really hope you learn to change often when it can endanger other people to stay in a used diaper.

~ moogle

Yo, whatever makes you get up in the morning there dude.  Your comment is what thousands of druggies all over the world tell themselves every day to justify their actions.

Good on ya for snowing some poor shmuck doctor into giving you a script for medical pot.

Loser.

The word you're looking for is "scrip" there chief. Maybe you should lay off the oxycotin, vicodin or whatever dangerously legal drug that's your vice of choice. Plenty of legal highs are much worse for your body than the ganja, but since you live in the ass end of BC I'm willing to wager your drug of choice is booze or huffing gasoline. Pot is orders of magnitude less harmless than alcohol and tons of other prescription drugs no matter what uneducated shitheads like yourself may think.

I never heard the word "snowing" used as a verb to equate fooling someone into doing something for you before. Must be something particularly relevant to someone who spends an inordinate amount of their lifetime digging themselves out of that stuff. Enjoy your 10 month long winter asshat, I'll be toking up a phat ass spliff wearing shorts and a t-shirt while you shovel the walk for the 50th time this season.  

As we continue to grow I'm thinking it's about time we begin to construct a set of rules and promises - both for [DD] to follow, and for members to follow.


Here is what I know should be included for the site's part:

• DailyDiapers will not sell your personal information to anyone, anytime, ever.
• We will respect your privacy and not reveal identifying information except where required by law.
• We will not drastically change our free community style (You won't log-in tomorrow and find we've become a pay site.)
• We do not create fake profiles to attract members. (some sites have thousands of phony female profiles to get people to join.)
• All contests and giveaways will be genuine and fair. ( some sites have fake contests.)
• We will take all reasonable steps to keep children and offensive material out of the site to provide you with a safe environment.
• We will not subject you to offensive advertising (No hardcore porn ads.)

So, what else should I promise you. And as members of the community what do you think your responsibilities are?

The doorbell rang as Melissa sat quietly watching TV.  Her soaked diaper squished between her legs and directly on the couch.  Melissa thought nothing of her current outfit, it was something she wore round the house alot.  Clad in a pink T shirt that fit her rather snug, showing off her petite figure, and her soaked diaper that was so wet it bulged out to nearly halfway down her thigh as she sat.  Melissa looked down at her diaper and realized how solid it looked.  There was no room for any air or dryness, it was full with pee.

Hearing someone at the front door Melissa suddenly became self conscious.  As she heard the woman enter the house Melissa quickly sat up with a squishy crinkle.  With a slight gasp, Melissa quickly hopped up and leaned over the couch to grab a blankie.  She had to cover herself if someone was visiting.  As she was leaned over the couch, her squishy diapered butt on full display, Melissa heard her mother and the woman enter the room.  "And it looks like someone is already wet"  Melissa heard her mother say.  Quickly flipping over and covering herself with the blankie, Melissa began to blush.  She realized that she was looking at her mother and her new babysitter.  The baby sitter looked to be in her mid 20's, and wore bright colored clothes that made her look like she worked at a daycare.

The sitter smiled at Melissa saying, "Awe Hi there cutie, you must be Melissa."  Melissa nodded and smiled back.  "I am Haley"  the babysitter said while waving.  Haley then followed Melissas mother to finish up her tour of the house, and as they were walking out of the room Melissa heard her mother say, "Now Billy is on the verge of being fully potty trained, so hopefully you will only have to worry about Melissas diapers."

Melissa sat in the TV room thinking about what her mother had just said.  Was Billy already potty trained?  She then looked around the room, noticing that she was watching Sponge Bob, under a Disney cars blanket in a soaked diaper.  Was she a complete baby?

Melissa then waddled upstairs to get on something a little bit more appropriate for company.  She got to her room and threw on a pair of jeans.  While slipping on her jeans Melissa realized how much room she had in the butt of her jeans.  She giggled slightly as she though that they were the perfect soaked diaper jeans, then took a look at herself in the mirror.  Her outfit looked completely normal, unless you looked close and noticed that the crotch of her jeans had a large sagging bulge that hung closer to her left leg and sagged down to her thigh.  She then turned around to see that the top of her pants were loose fitting and you could see the top of her diaper that fit nice and tight on her lower back.

With a slight shake of her bum, Melissa giggled then headed back down to watch the rest of her show.  About halfway through her show, Melissa stood up and bent forward without much thought.  She was just going through the motions as she started pooping her diaper.  It came so natural to Melissa, she was simply pooping her pants without thinking about it.  When she was all finished, Melissa realized what she had just done.  She didnt want to sit back down in her mess, but her show was too good.  Lost in the TV, Melissa placed her messy bum on the couch and got comfy.

Once the show was over, Melissa looked down to see that her diaper was extremely bulgy and showing through her jeans.  Just then her mother and Haley walked in.  "Uh oh, I think someone made stinky poopoo's"  Said Melissas mother as she helped Melissa off the couch.  She then turned Melissa around and pulled back the loose top of her jeans and looked down her diaper.  Melissa noticed Haley looking on with a smile on her face.

Chapter 15


I never expected to be glad for the diaper, but I very quickly proved myself wrong, as I was deposited into a hard plastic chair outside the principal's office while the teacher went inside without me, leaving me to squirm on my padded bottom and fret. I really wasn't sure what to expect, except that I knew I had to somehow convince the principal not to tell the nanny. I was bound to already be in trouble for wetting myself... Anything more than that would only ensure that my bottom got freshly warmed when I got home from school.

I was sure this worrying was part of why I'd been left behind, though I imagine I was supposed to be thinking about what I'd done. It was sort of like being put in the corner the night before, only a slightly more mature version. I very strongly considered just making a break for it, but the secretaries seemed to be watching me quite closely - enough so that I kept unconsciously tugging at the hem of my dress, sure it was showing off what I was wearing beneath it - and I had no doubt one of them could catch me if they needed to, especially padded as I was.

Finally, the door re-opened and the teacher stepped out, led by another man, this one a little older, but still fairly handsome. As the teacher left, he fixed his gaze on me, then beckoned me inside. Anxiously, I got to my feet and did as I'd been bid, finding another uncomfortable chair awaiting me inside, although this one was made of wood.

"Well," the principal said, sitting in his own chair, "Miss Holly Prescott. Would you care to tell me your side of the story?"

I'd have loved to tell him the whole story, starting with my real name, but I can't say that I felt very much like Laura with the diaper hugging my body and the slick coating of lotion and cream rubbing itself into my bald privates with every squirm. So, instead, I decided to stick to the story, like in Molly's original plan. "I'm just visiting my big sister," I told him, making my eyes wide. "I got lost, and..." I swallowed as, too late, I began to recognize the problem with that plan. If he knew my name, he was sure to know Molly's as well, and he would surely know we weren't related.

I swallowed a groan at myself, hardly able to believe I was stupid enough not to think about that before. I doubt pointing that out to Molly would have changed her mind about making me do it, but at least she would have known I wasn't completely gullible. "Well, not visiting my big sister," I corrected. "Just visiting to, you know... See the school..." Why couldn't I think straight? There had to be some way to talk my way out of this! Maybe it would be better not to concentrate on why I was there, but why I was in the classroom. "I just walked in, that's all... If the door was supposed to be locked, it wasn't. Maybe the teacher just forgot to do it when he left."

He looked at me for no more than a second before asking, "Would you like to try again? The truth this time, please, Miss Prescott."

I started to wiggle again, unsure what to do. Obviously, I couldn't get away without saying anything, like I had with the teacher. I had to tell him something, and I'd already had the real story rejected as absurd by one person... I didn't think I could take someone else laughing at me again so soon. But should I tell him any of the truth? Tattling was never a good thing, but how long was I going to be here? The nanny had mentioned I could be taken even further back than freshman year of high school... Which might actually be preferable if Molly were to find out I'd snitched on her. Had that just been a bluff, though?

"I thought it was where my next class was," I offered lamely. "This is just a misunderstanding..."

"You have one more chance," he told me, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out a large, wooden paddle, one with holes drilled through it. He set it on top of his desk, giving me a pointed look over it.

"You can't!" I pouted, sliding back in the chair away from it. "You're not allowed to do that!" His expression stayed stern, unimpressed. I was sure he wouldn't actually go through with it, but that didn't keep my bottom from starting to throb dully from the spanking I'd gotten the night before.

"I didn't have any choice!" I whimpered. "There were these girls, and they made me go in and steal a test!"

"They made you?" he raised an eyebrow at me. I nodded. "You're going to write their names down," he told me, handing me a piece of paper, on which I scrawled every one of their names I could remember. "Now you're going to walk this outside, give it to Mr. Barrett, apologize, then come back here. You understand?"

I nodded and hopped down from chair, toddling to his office door with my palms starting to sweat. What was he going to do when I got back? I knew it was probably just going to be a lecture, but the sight of that paddle still made me nervous enough that my voice was shaking when I opened the door and said, "Mr. Barrett?"

The teacher stood up from the chair I'd been sitting in a few blissful moments earlier, walking over to me. "I'm very sorry," I told him, handing them the piece of paper. "These... umm... These are the girls who made me break into your classroom..."

"I see," he said, staring down at me, making me feel about two inches tall. I glanced down at my shuffling feet, unsure of what to do next until he asked, "Shouldn't you be getting back in there?"

I nodded reluctantly, mumbled another apology and turned around, getting only a step in before the principal told me, "Close the door, Miss Prescott." I did as I was told, then slowly walked back to the chair. "I know you don't think I'm going to spank you," he said. "And normally, you'd be right. Usually, in this situation, I would have to put some serious thought into whether to punish you or not. But there's something you don't know, Miss Prescott." He paused, leaning in a little closer to me, his voice quieting to a conspiratorial whisper. "I know who you are."

At first I thought he really did, and I frantically began to search through my memory, trying to remember if I'd seen him at the mall for some reason, or run into him in town. Was this what I needed to get out of this mess once and for all? I was, of course, happy about that possibility, but I really wished it would have happened before I ended up in a diaper in front of this person who apparently knew me. Then I realized he didn't mean 'me' after all.

"Now, I won't deny that you may have been bullied by those girls," he said, "but you are supposed to be an adult now, aren't you? Surely you should be able to stand up to a bunch of girls four years younger than you. So, frankly, whether that is what happened, or whether this was your idea from the start, and you had to steal the answers to a test four grade levels below your real age and blame it on them, I think you've proven your immaturity, don't you?"

"Umm.... I-I guess..." I stammered, unable to think of anything to do but agree.

"And while I am not allowed to spank our students - and wouldn't want to if I could - you are not a student of mine. You are a favor, young lady, one that I'm doing for a colleague of mine, who you can be sure is going to hear all about this as soon as we're done. I have a feeling she won't be happy with all these calls she's getting about you today, but that isn't my problem."

My heart began to beat faster as I listened. He was right - the nanny was not going to be pleased when I got home... And there was nothing stopping him from warming my bottom quite thoroughly with that paddle on his desk. "Please don't do this," I begged.

"I'll tell you what. If you can give me one reason - one good reason - not to, I'll let you leave right now and go back to class." He settled back in his chair, watching me intently. "Just one, Miss Prescott."

"Because I didn't do anything wrong!" I insisted. "They made me do it, I swear!"

"Then you truly deserve just what your caretaker is putting you through, don't you? An adult that is so easily intimidated by a bunch of children is little better than a child herself."

"O-Okay," I agreed quickly. "But that doesn't mean I deserve a spanking, does it?"

The wheels on his chair squeaked as he rolled back from his desk, patting his lap. "You are supposed to be learning how to be a mature adult, how to take responsibility for your actions. And you clearly cannot do that on your own, or you wouldn't be here right now. You need help, and right now, this is the form that help is taking, whether you can understand it now or not. Now, you can come over here on your own, or I can drag you over my knee, kicking and screaming. But I promise you, if that is what happens, that diaper of yours is coming down... And you're going to want that cushioning in a minute." I knew he was right - with my still red bottom beneath my diaper, I didn't want another spanking without some sort of protection, certainly not one with a paddle.

I felt numb as I got to my feet, hardly able to perceive the idea of what was about to happen, again. I shuffled blankly around the desk, letting him guide me onto his lap, feeling a light breeze as he lifted my skirt, exposing my diaper. From the corner of my eye, I saw him reach across my body to the desk, bringing the paddle back with him. I closed my eyes, feeling a tear squeeze its way through my tightly clamped eyelids as I braced myself.

For what seemed like a long time, there was nothing, and then, like a bomber suddenly appearing in a clear sky, I heard a soft whistling sound. My whole bottom exploded into fire, even through my diaper, as I let out a loud yelp. I could have sworn the paddle had somehow hit every handprint left imprinted on my ass from the night before, re-igniting the pain they'd brought me mere hours before. As I continued to gasp for breath, I heard another whap as the paddle made contact again. I whimpered and squirmed through the next few, then, finally, realizing there was no escape before he decided I'd had enough, went limp, sobbing, waiting for it to end.

There was only one more after that, much softer than the others, a final seal on the deal. He rubbed my back as I cried, then set me on the floor and straightened my skirt. "I won't be seeing you in here again, will I, Miss Prescott?"

"N-No, sir," I squeaked.

"Good girl," he said with a small smile. "Now, get a hall pass from the secretaries and go to class."

I was more than happy to do as I was told, scrambling out of the office and grasping the piece of paper I was handed as I rushed out into the halls, before realizing that I didn't have my schedule, so I had no idea where I was supposed to be going. I stopped, biting my bottom lip as I looked up and down the hallway, wondering what I was supposed to do now, without Molly leading me around.

As if to answer, Molly turned a corner, joined by her entourage. I wondered how she'd known where to find me, until I remembered that paper I'd written their names on. My relieved smile vanished instantly, my hands - having instinctively gone to the hem of my dress to tug it downward - turning into fists there. Before I could try to run away, they were surrounding me.

"There you are, little Holly," Molly said, putting an arm around my shoulder. "I don't suppose you know why we're going to the principal's office, now do you?"

"N-No," I shook my head nervously.

She smiled. "I didn't think so. Now, why don't I get you to your next class before I go see what is going on with that. I'm sure the principal can wait a few minutes."

"You can just give me directions," I offered helpfully.

"I've seen you try to follow directions." She exchanged glances with the girl I thought was Lacey, then peeled off from the group. "I'll be with you in a minute, girls," she called as she led me away, through the school, to a side door that, I was sure, didn't lead to any classroom.

"Where are we going?" I squeaked.

"I'm going to the principal's office, thanks to someone," she told me, continuing to guide me down the front steps of the school, across the sidewalk. "And you... Well, you're going where you really belong." Her arm tightened around me as I started to squirm. "Luckily, it was nap time, so Lacey's sister was able to get away to come pick you up. Oh, don't worry... I'm sure some of the kids there are still in diapers, too." She chuckled as she saw the look on my face, one hand shooting down to my skirt and hiking it up. "Oh, my God! You really are in them! I thought that was what the nurse said, but I didn't believe it... That is just too precious..."

She dropped my skirt, then reached for her cell phone. "Why don't you show it off so everyone else you screwed over can see what a cute little baby you really are?"

"No!" I shook my head, trying to thrash my way free from her. "Let me go!"

My heart sank as I heard a car pull up behind us, and even further when I turned my head to see a girl in her early twenties, if that, step out. She took me from Molly with no question, holding my arms firmly as Molly lifted my skirt, tucking it into the high waistband of the diaper so she could take a picture of it with her phone.

"Nobody," Molly told me, "rats me out."

Then, with that, I was wrestled into Lacey's sister's car, diaper still fully exposed, helpless to do anything but watch as the school, the one the nanny had put me in and expected to find me at later that afternoon, vanished in the rear view mirror.

you know i heard some countries actually let their women vote!!! whats next driving!!!???

In this case, you have grounds for suspicion that he's a ped.

From the scenario described, what grounds do you have to have to suspect that he's a ped?  There is nothing in his behaviour to suggest that at all.  As ABDLs, we all have behaviours that other people consider strange, and many people connect AB behavior to pedophilia.  We know better though.

To suggest that weird diaper related behavior is grounds for suspecting pedophilia is as naieve and prejudiced as people who suspect ABs of the same thing.