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Hi, Bel George! Thanks for your support. Hope you enjoy. Here's a link to PART 2 of the story, available now on Amazon. (Of course I recommend reading the first part first, linked in my original post above. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FC6ZWTR6 Hello Eagle0769, Thanks for leaving a comment. I've written stories on Daily Diapers in the past, including one called "SAM AND JESS". I will put a link to it down below. Now I write ABDL Ebooks on Amazon kindle. I've written a lot of them over the years! They don't cost much and they are easy to read on any device, including your phone. I'll give you some links to those too... "OCTOBER BABYSITTER" was a very popular one. It has a lot of Femdom type themes. Its about a young man who is 18 years old but his mother insists on getting him a "babysitter" while she is out of town. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AYVR1QK "MY TIME WITH JEN" is a kinder, sweeter story with more adult baby themes. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WHR3D93 Here's a link to "SAM AND JESS" if you'd like to read something on Daily Diapers for free...

Hi Everyone, I know there are a few people on these boards that have followed and supported my writing over the years. (I really appreciate all the encouragement!) I recently completed a two part erotic Ebook that I'm very proud of. The description and a link to the first part can be found below. The second part of the story with teh conclusion should be released on Amazon sometime tomorrow. DESCRIPTION: Tim's life is anything but normal. He and his bisexual wife Bri have an open relationship with one another and lately, Bri has been spending a lot of time with her girlfriend Olivia. While Tim still loves Bri, his resentment for Olivia is slowly growing. Olivia is everything that Tim is not. She is strong, athletic, confident, and dominant. And the fact that Tim wears adult diapers to manage his occasional bedwetting problem does nothing to improve his confidence and self esteem. Tim wants to stand up for himself but Olivia treats him less like an adult, 26 year old man and more like a small child. Will Tim be able to adjust to the new and strange dynamics of his marriage? EBOOK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F3GWQ7SY Oops, I had some technical difficulties but here's some of the prologue and chapter one for anyone who doesn't feel like clicking on the link. Prologue Timmy opened his eyes, feeling rather groggy in the dimly lit room. In a matter of seconds, he realized where he was. The night light plugged into the wall gave off a small amount of illumination and the bars in front of his face weren't exactly subtle. The 26 year old man sat up on the mattress with an audible crinkle wearing nothing but a lime green onesie that snapped at the crotch, putting his smooth bare legs on display. He spit out the pacifier clipped to his onesie and it dangled at his chest as a dribble of spit ran down his chin. Shamefully, he had fallen asleep sucking on it but there was no need to keep it in his mouth now. Grabbing the thick padding surrounding his crotch, he took some small pride in realizing that his diaper was still dry but he knew it couldn't last. He was peeing in his sleep nearly every night now and being dry was a good indication that he had only dozed off momentarily. It was probably relatively early, though he didn't have a phone or a clock in his room to indicate what time it was. An unpleasant cramp in his stomach had caused him to wake from his slumber. He wished he could have slept through it... but his body wouldn't let him. Timmy then heard the sound of his wife Bri laughing downstairs in the living room, followed by another familiar voice. It must have been before midnight. Timmy hated his new, early bedtime. Sitting in that crib, wearing an adult diaper and a onesie, Timmy still couldn't believe how far he had fallen and how much his life had been transformed in a few short months. Hearing more of Bri's muffled laughter, he felt another cramp and he clenched his butt cheeks through the padded seat of his diaper. She almost certainly wasn't laughing at him but she might as well have been. If any normal person could have seen how ridiculous he looked in that moment, then they surely would have laughed at him. ‘Bri’ was what he used to call her. Now he called her ‘mommy’. The sad part was that even though Bri was at least partially to blame for his current predicament, he still loved her and yearned to be close to her. The fact that she was still awake downstairs meant that he stood a good sporting chance of her coming to check on him before she went to bed. It was pathetic how much he valued even the smallest amount of attention or affection from her lately. Her coming into the room to check his diaper before bed made him feel like she still cared about him and apparently, sometimes she even came in to check on him while he was still asleep. That thought alone warmed his heart. Ironically just 5 or 6 months ago, she showed him far less affection than she did now, both physically and emotionally. It all felt like such a long time ago but he still thought about those departed days quite a lot. He had been an average guy with all the rights and responsibilities of a normal adult. His life had been just like any other married man's life... or at least, close to it. It was a little unconventional but only a little bit. Timmy had known for some time that his marriage was on the rocks but he figured lots of married couples had their issues, disagreements, and even resentments. No marriage was perfect. Then one dreaded Friday afternoon, he was summoned downstairs for a discussion with his wife. That discussion changed his life forever. Timmy cringed as he felt another cramp. As long as he continued to sit with his padded butt planted firmly on the mattress underneath him, he would be able to maintain control. But he wouldn't be able to lie back down again or fall asleep if he had a messy diaper. Unlike a helpless infant, this was a decision that he still had the ability to make for himself. He certainly didn't feel like a real man but despite his current outfit, he didn't necessarily feel like a baby either. If he decided to go right then and there, he would have to hope Bri came upstairs soon to check on him. With his discomfort increasing, Timmy decided he didn't want to hold on any longer. With a crinkle, he got onto his knees but even then, he had difficulty committing to what he was about to do. It was never easy going from wearing a fresh, clean diaper to filling it up with a repugnant mess. He whimpered at his unfortunate predicament but he knew full well that no one was going to allow him to use the toilet like a big boy. On his hands and knees, he closed his eyes and grunted to push a load of warm poop into his diaper. Although he felt immense relief, it was short lived as a frightening feeling of anxiety ran through his mind. Even if he had to endure a poopy diaper for a while, he could certainly wait for Bri to come check on him. But what if it wasn't Bri who came to check on him? What if it was Olivia? Chapter I: Breaking the News Brianna Jenson brushed her long brown hair back over her ear as she stared at the road ahead of her, catching sight of her own big green eyes in the rearview mirror. The 29 year old working professional was gripping the steering wheel of her luxury sedan a little harder than usual. Although it was Friday afternoon, she felt more tense than ever. The navy blue dress Bri was wearing, complete with black pantyhose and heels, was an outfit she often wore to work but she figured it was appropriate enough for the formal conversation she was about to have with her husband Tim. She wanted to be direct with him. Bri was so glad Olivia was with her even though the two women said very little to each other during the drive. Olivia had just come from the office too, her short pixie cut parted to one side, wearing a tight pair of black pants and a button down shirt. From the earliest days of her relationship with Tim, Bri had been honest with him about the fact that she was bisexual and Tim had accepted it. Actually, she strongly suspected he was turned on by it when she told him. Why was it that heterosexual guys had such a weird fetish for girl-on-girl action? In college, Bri had attended a fraternity party and French kissed another girl on a whim, provoking cheers and shouts from the obnoxious guys in the room. Men were such pigs, she thought. A while ago, Bri had suggested to Tim that they experiment with an open marriage so she could date women. Tim had agreed. Everything was consensual. Bri and Olivia had begun their steamy relationship not long after that. Olivia had once been Bri's boss but she had since been transferred to a different position on another floor in their office building. The two women had kept in touch and forged a strong bond that always felt like a little more than friendship. Tim had always been a bit more emotional and sensitive, which Bri had fallen in love with years ago. But Bri's desire to date Olivia was partially driven by the fact that she felt stifled and suffocated in her marriage with Tim. Her husband had been unemployed for many months after being laid off. Bri understood he was struggling to find work but it sometimes felt like he just sat around watching TV all day. He never did the dishes or took out the trash. Then there was his occasional bedwetting. While Bri knew that was something medical that he probably couldn't help, it was still unpleasant to wake up to a wet bed. Bri just didn't find Tim particularly attractive these days and the two hadn't had sex in a very long time. So when Bri started dating Olivia, she felt invigorated and alive again! Although there was now a small amount of excitement for the future ahead, Bri was mostly consumed with dread about returning home as she pulled into the driveway. She let out a heavy sigh as she pulled the parking break and took off her seatbelt. "Hey... look at me." Olivia said. Bri obediently turned to look into Olivia's intense and serious eyes. She loved how stern and assertive the older woman could be. "Everything is going to be fine." Olivia said, taking Bri's hand in hers. "What are you worried about? Do you think he's going to throw a temper tantrum when you tell him the news?" "Well, not exactly." Bri said, biting her lip. "And you already told me that you're not going to ask him for a divorce, right?" Olivia said, raising her eyebrows. "Right. Tim is just like a sweet little lost puppy. I love him and I want to take care of him... I'm just not in love with him. I'm in love with you." Olivia smiled before leaning over and kissing Bri on the lips. "Come on. Let's go." Bri and her husband lived in an affluent and comfortable three-bedroom home in the suburbs. She was fortunate to have such a lucrative career in corporate America when Tim lost his job. So it was easy enough to keep their house and continue paying all their bills. Tim's immaturity and laziness had put a strain on their marriage but they had never once worried much about money. As Bri and Olivia entered the large living room with its high ceiling and impeccable interior decorating, Tim was nowhere to be found. She had made it clear that they were going to have a very serious talk at 5:30 PM when she returned from work, so why was he late? He was probably napping or playing video games. Bri found this rather annoying, though it was probably just the fact that she was nervous about the conversation that was about to follow. But the fact was that the decision had been made. It was just a matter of breaking the news to Tim. "Tim!" she shouted. "Could you come downstairs, please!" Long ago, Tim had begun sleeping in the guest bedroom at Bri's request when his bedwetting got worse. She'd woken up in enough puddles of her husband's pee and finally had to lay down the law, banishing him from the master bedroom. When the door to the guest bedroom opened, Bri squeezed Olivia's hand and Olivia squeezed back. A few seconds later, Tim quickly came walking down the stairs wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, his shaggy hair sticking out in different directions. "What's she doing here?" Tim sneered. "Olivia is my girlfriend, Tim. You know that. Just try to be polite, please." Bri said. "Okay... sorry." Tim mumbled. "Besides, weren't you listening last night when I told you that the three of us needed to have a talk?" The two women took a seat on the couch, still holding hands and Tim sat on a chair across from them. "Okay sweetie, I just want you to know that I love you very much. Whatever happens, you are still my husband. Okay?" Bri said. "Okay?" Bri took a deep breath. She knew full well that Olivia could have easily taken charge of the situation and done all the talking but Bri was glad that she was the one speaking in that moment. Tim needed to hear all of this from her. But Bri truly couldn't have done this without her lover by her side. "I love you but... well, I feel like these days, I love you more like a little brother. Olivia and I have been spending a lot of time together these past few months and she is very special to me. A week ago, her and I had a long discussion and we decided that..." Time itself seemed to stand still as Bri looked at the bewildered and confused look on the young man's face. The fact that Tim had always struggled to grow facial hair gave him the appearance of a teenager rather than a full grown adult, not to mention his skinny physique. "We decided that we're going to move in together." Olivia said bluntly, breaking the long silence. "Huh?" Tim said, in a tone of voice that sounded more like a grunt than a question. "Olivia and I are in a committed relationship and I'm tired of spending all our time at Olivia's apartment." Bri said. "So Olivia is going to move in here with us." "Wait... she's going to move h-h-here?" Tim said. "Yeah, we've got plenty of space in our house and Olivia's apartment is well, pretty utilitarian. She doesn't own a lot of stuff so she's certainly not going to clutter up the house in the move." Bri said with a nervous chuckle. "We're getting a... d-d-divorce?" Tim said, looking emotionally crushed. "Well, that's not what I want. I do not think it is what you want either. I love you, sweetie. I want to live with Olivia but I still want to be here to take care of you. Actually, I think once this happens, I'll see a lot more of you since I won't be spending all my time at Olivia's apartment!" "But... but I'm your husband." Tim whined. "I know. That is why I still want you to be a part of my life." Bri said. "It's not fair." Tim said, folding his arms and pouting. "Timmy, we know this is going to be a big adjustment. But we are all adults here. I really think the three of us can make this work." Olivia said. Tim winced at Olivia's use of the nickname ‘Timmy’ and Bri couldn't help but wonder if Olivia was deliberately trying to be condescending. "I may pay all of our bills but this is still your house too, sweetie. I just... I really do love Olivia. I can't keep her at arm's length anymore. I really need you to be okay with this. Can you be okay with this?" Again, there was an almost deafening silence. Tim's bottom lip began quivering and Bri felt immense compassion for him in that moment. She knew it was a lot for him to take in but she also knew how badly she wanted to live with the woman she loved. Besides, Tim didn't have a penny to his name or anywhere to go. He really didn't have much choice. Letting go of Olivia's hand, Bri walked over to Tim and knelt down on the floor in front of him, stroking his knee. Sniffling a little, Tim wiped his nose on the shoulder of his t-shirt. Normally, Bri would have found such an act to be rather gross but Tim looked like a scared child in that moment. Bri felt almost as though her maternal instincts were going into overdrive. Then Tim embraced her unexpectedly. Bri wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. "Shhh, it's okay." Bri whispered, rocking him back and forth as he sat on the couch. It felt as though nearly a minute passed as she stroked Tim's back, his face buried in her shoulder as he sniffled. "Okay." he said. "What?" "Okay. She can move in." Tim said. It was funny to think that Tim was giving his permission for Olivia to move in even though Bri had never actually asked for his permission. The decision had been made over a week ago and Bri thought she had just told him as much. But it was a minor detail considering she'd gotten the concession she had been hoping for. There was no use in rubbing his nose in the fact that her and Olivia had made the decision without Tim's input. Pulling back from the embrace, Bri looked him in the eye. Again he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his t-shirt before nodding in affirmation. Bri looked back at Olivia, who smiled broadly putting her perfect white teeth on display. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" Bri asked, looking at Tim again. "Uh-huh." Tim said quietly. Bri was so ecstatic in that moment, she gave Tim a huge hug, squeezing him tightly before pecking him on the cheek. "Thank you so much, sweetie. I promise we'll find a way to make this work, okay?" Bri said. "Okay." he nodded. "Well, I better get going. I still have to finish packing up some stuff at my place." Olivia said. "Wait, I'll walk you to the door." Bri said, standing up to rush after her. The two women stepped outside into the warm evening air, the sun setting behind them. Bri took Olivia's hand. "I think that went about as well as it could go." Bri said with a smile. "Are you sure? He seemed to take it pretty hard." Olivia said. "Trust me, he'll come around. I know Tim." "Well, as long as the kid behaves himself." On Sunday afternoon that weekend, Bri arrived at Olivia's house with a team of movers she'd hired in advance. Bri and Olivia had decided to move in together whether Tim accepted it or not but it was decided things would go much more smoothly if they had 'the talk' with Tim a few days prior. In truth, Olivia didn't have much besides her desk, some clothes, an expensive ergonomic desk chair, and a few boxes. Olivia carried most of the heavier boxes into the house, making the movers seem almost like a waste of money. The men that moved the large desk into the house were certainly quite a bit bigger and stronger than Tim but Bri suspected that Olivia too was stronger than Tim! She spent at least a few days a week at the gym. Her personality was certainly exuded strength. Olivia was assertive, decisive, responsible, and mature... basically everything that Tim was not. Throughout their marriage, Bri always felt like she had to be strong to support Tim but with Olivia, she just felt so... safe. Bri was thrilled that the big day was finally here. Olivia donned a pair of jeans, a white tank top, and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Bri couldn't help but marvel at the athletic woman's strength as she charged up the stairs, sweat glistening on her body. A quick glance confirmed Olivia wasn't wearing a bra. "Where's Timmy?" Olivia asked as she walked into the living room. "He went to the bar to watch a football game. His friend Joseph gave him a ride." Bri said. "So Timmy drinks?" "Not much but every once and a while. I mean, he's not an alcoholic or anything." "As long as he keeps it under control, that is fine with me. Maybe it's better if he's not here this afternoon anyway. I want this moment to be about just us." Olivia smiled. The two women kissed before Olivia walked upstairs. For such an important day, there really wasn't much work to be done and unpacking Olivia's boxes in preparation for setting up her office could be done at a leisurely pace. Olivia thanked the movers, giving them a generous cash tip before closing the front door and locking it. All was silent in the house and Bri heard only the ticking of a clock in the kitchen. The way Olivia had closed the front door made it seem like she was already the woman of the house - the alpha. It was in her nature to take control, just like it was in Tim's nature to lose control: of his job, his emotions, and his bladder. "I can't believe you're actually living here!" Bri said, hugging Olivia and kissing her on the lips. "I love you." Olivia said. "I love you too!" Bri said, practically squealing. A few seconds later, Olivia glanced upstairs then furrowed her brow as if she were contemplating something. "Are you okay?" Bri asked. "Yeah, I'm alright." Olivia said. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Forget it." "You can tell me." "Well, you know I've always thought you had a lovely home, right?" "Yeah?" "I mean, the furniture and everything is just gorgeous. I'm sorry we had to hang out at my drab apartment for so many months." "I'm just glad you're here to stay." Bri smiled. "I am too. But well, I was moving some things upstairs and I couldn't help but notice there was a slight odor in the hallway by Timmy's room." "Oh... I can't believe this. Ugh, I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry, Olivia." " Is it his dirty laundry? Or did he forget to flush the toilet in the hall bathroom? What is it?" "Tim had another accident last night. I washed the sheets before you came over and I thought I'd taken care of it. I guess the smell lingers sometimes." "An accident? Is he still wetting the bed?" "Yes, unfortunately." "And you are still doing his laundry?" Olivia asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sometimes." she said biting her lip. Bri looked up at Olivia with big, sad apologetic eyes feeling almost like a child who was being scolded. She knew that Tim should be responsible for washing his own sheets but she had gotten in the habit of doing it for him. "And why can't he do his own laundry?" Olivia said. "He can but he forgets sometimes. Since he had already left to go to the bar today, I figured I would just do it and get it over with. That's probably why it smells though. Usually he does his own laundry right after he wakes up and it's not an issue. He slept in a lot today and then left pretty soon after Joe picked him up." "Mm-hmm." In truth, Bri knew that she had been enabling some of Tim's lazy behavior recently and she felt awkward making so many excuses for him. She knew that Olivia didn't like Tim much to begin with and she didn't want to make things worse. After all, the three of them needed to find a way to get along if the new living situation was going to work out. Bri wanted Olivia to know that Tim wasn't nearly as terrible as she imagined him to be... but she knew there wasn't much she could say to defend him. Walking over to Tim's room, Olivia opened the door. She wrinkled her nose slightly but said nothing. There was a small television, a video game console, and laundry strewn around the floor. "Do you wash his dirty clothes too?" Olivia asked. "No, well, I mean sometimes." "We're going to need to figure out another solution." "What do you mean?" "We can't just allow him to keep stinking up his room and destroying his mattress while you do all his laundry." she said bluntly. Bri stared at the floor, feeling guilty that she had allowed things to go so far. To hear Olivia describe the situation in such terms really hit hard but she couldn't help but silently nod her head in agreement. "What should we do?" Bri asked. "We need to lay down the law. For starters, he needs to be responsible for himself. From now on, he does all his own laundry. No exceptions." "Okay uh, I guess that’s fair." "I'd say it's more than fair. There are probably lots of things we can do to mitigate the situation. Let me think about this. We'll find a solution that works." "Okay." Bri nodded. Bri was unsure of how Tim would react to the two women imposing stricter rules on him but she knew Olivia was right. It wasn't fair for Tim to expect her to clean up after him. Already, Bri could feel the dynamic shifting but she trusted that it would all work out. "Your bedroom, on the other hand, looks and smells lovely." Olivia said with a smile, standing with her arms against the doorframe of the master bedroom. "It is our bedroom now." Bri said with a smile. Bri slowly walked over to her lover, watching as Olivia took off her plaid shirt to reveal her hard nipples underneath the white tank top she was wearing. Bri was wearing only a baggy t-shirt and a pair of designer jeans with her hair pulled into a ponytail. She suddenly wished she'd dressed up more. Her outfit was intended for moving-day, not for date-night. Olivia hardly seemed to care, embracing Bri and kissing her. Within seconds, the two women were running their hands over each other's bodies and French kissing passionately. As usual, Bri felt herself becoming supple in Olivia's arms as the woman pushed her down onto the bed. Within seconds, Olivia was unbuttoning Bri's jeans to reveal a lacy pair of pink panties as the two continued their erotic make out session. In the past, Tim had struggled to unhook the clasps on Bri's lacy bras but Olivia had no difficulty whatsoever in that department as her hands slid inside Bri's baggy t-shirt. Despite the fact that Olivia was in total control of the situation, she still let out an audible moan as Bri grasped her petite breasts through the fabric of her tank top. Yearning to push the envelope further, Bri unbuttoned Olivia's jeans to reveal a familiar pair of black, cotton boyshorts with a rather thick, grey looking waistband. Then in an instant, Olivia pulled Bri's baggy t-shirt over her head and flung onto the floor entangled with her lacy pink bra. Spellbound, Bri watched Olivia's toned arms as they grasped her hips. Seconds later, Olivia's fingers were sliding down into her lacy panties. In her aggressive, animalistic fit of passion; it was clear Olivia was not going to make any attempt to remove Bri's undergarments as her fingers began stimulating her clit. Bri gasped, then started moaning loudly, glad that Tim wasn't there to hear the erotic sounds coming from the bedroom. Olivia's two firm fingers slid effortlessly inside of Bri, hitting her G-spot with great intensity. She was quite wet. Olivia's hand glided in and out of Bri's womanhood with delicate precision. Ironically, somehow Olivia's fingers felt stronger and more powerful than Tim's member ever had been inside her. It wasn't long before Bri was shrieking as Olivia brought her to an explosive orgasm. The two women held each other in a semi-naked embrace for a few minutes as Bri caught her breath. But just as they both knew each other's bodies, they also both knew their own routines. Neither one of them were selfish lovers. It didn't take long for Bri to begin pulling off Olivia's jeans followed by her black cotton underwear. Leaning back on the bed and spreading her legs, Olivia put her hand behind Bri's head to guide it towards her. She smiled broadly as Bri began vigorously licking her clit. Though Bri was laser focused on pleasuring her girlfriend in that moment, she still took some pleasure in feeling her firm and strong hand stroking her bare back. Bri loved the way Olivia's wet lips smelled and she loved the aesthetic of the neatly trimmed hair of her pubic mound. Olivia would reach a spectacular climax in multiple orgasms, eventually leaving both women sweaty and exhausted. The two of them cuddled for much of the afternoon, Bri in her t-shirt and panties and Olivia in her tank top and boyshorts. Eventually, Bri found herself wandering downstairs. Her shirt was baggy enough to cover her lacy lingerie in case Tim walked in at an awkward moment. She'd become far more bashful and private since they had stopped having sex months ago. Yet she still often found Tim ogling her body. When Bri returned to the master bedroom with two glasses of wine in hand, Olivia was sitting up in bed staring at her laptop computer with a look of focus and determination. "I know you've got a big week coming up at work but can't you spare a moment for a toast? You can answer work emails tomorrow." Bri said with a wry smile. Olivia glanced at her but said nothing, punching the keys a few more times before clicking the mouse. "I wasn't looking at work emails. I was just taking care of a few things." Olivia said, taking a glass of wine from Bri. "To us." Bri smiled broadly. "To us." Olivia said, clinking her glass against Bri's glass. Bri took a sip before setting her glass on the nightstand. Climbing into bed, Bri snuggled up beside Olivia and rested her head on her shoulder. "So what were you taking care of that was so important?" Bri asked. "See for yourself." Olivia said, opening up a window on her computer screen. At first, Bri wasn't sure what she was looking at. The screen showed a picture of a large blue package with a white stripe down the side. There was a brand name and the phrase "Incontinence Briefs" with some bullet points below it. - MAXIUMUM ABSORBENCY - ODOR CONTROL - LEAK GUARDS - TAPES FOR A SNUG FIT The penny began to drop in Bri's startled brain. "Adult diapers? Seriously?" she said. "Why not?" said Olivia. "Um, I don't think Tim would like that very much. He's already self conscious about his nighttime accidents." "So because that kid is self conscious, you should just be expected to wash his pee soaked sheets every day and let him stink up your house just to protect his fragile masculinity?" Olivia said. "Uh well, no. I guess not." Olivia's statements about Tim were always blunt and sometimes a little harsh but Bri couldn't disagree with her logic. Calling Tim a "kid" was a tad bit demeaning but Bri had to admit that he'd been acting rather immature these past few months. Besides, Olivia was 41 years old so Tim probably did seem like a kid from her perspective. "I know it's a medical issue but if he won't take responsibility for his problem, then we're going to have to do it for him. This is the perfect solution. He won't ruin his mattress, his room won't stink, and none of us will have to do laundry. He'll even get a better night's rest because he won't be waking up in a wet bed. This is what's best for everyone, including Timmy." "How are we even going to break the news to him?" "Fait accompli." "What?" "It's a French word describing a situation that has already been decided. It'll be just like when we sat down to explain to him that we were moving in together. I already bought three packs of diapers." "Seriously? Three packs? What are we going to do when Tim finds three packages of adult diapers on the doorstep?" "Their packaging is discreet. They'll be in cardboard boxes with my name on them. Don't worry. They won't arrive for a few days but in the meantime, I still think Timmy needs to be washing his own laundry." "Yeah, of course. Just... let me sleep on this. It's a lot to think about." The rest of the evening was fairly leisurely and the two women went to bed after having a light dinner. At one point late in the evening, Bri heard Tim walking in the front door and locking it behind him. Part of her contemplated going downstairs to check on him but she was far too tired and quickly drifted back to sleep. The following morning, Olivia walked into the master bathroom still wearing her tank top and underwear. Bri was standing in front of the mirror, applying her makeup with a few dozen cosmetic products spread out on the counter. "Sorry about all my stuff. I told you I take forever to get ready in the morning." Bri said. "No big deal. I don't take long to get ready at all. That's a cute outfit." Olivia said. "Thanks." Bri smiled. She had a black skirt that ended just above her knees, putting her long smooth legs on display and a white button down blouse. "Can I go downstairs and get you a cup of coffee perhaps?" Olivia said. "Sure, that would be great." As soon as Olivia left the room, Bri cringed. Would Tim be uncomfortable if he saw Olivia walking around in her underwear? Maybe but then again, Bri wanted Olivia to be right at home and she couldn't exactly order her to put on clothes every time she left the bedroom. Ultimately, she was glad Olivia was comfortable enough to walk around the house half naked. A few minutes later, Olivia returned with a cup of coffee. "Your hubby is passed out on the couch. He must have had a big night." Olivia said. "Oh no..." Bri said. Her makeup only partially complete, she brushed past Olivia and quickly began running downstairs, anxious about what she might find. When alcohol was involved, Tim was pretty much guaranteed to wet himself. Sure enough when she reached the living room, Tim was lying on his back with a big wet spot on the front of his jeans. "Tim! Tim! Wake up." she said, jostling his shoulder. Disoriented and groggy, the shaggy haired young man opened his eyes. "Bri? What the... oh shit." he mumbled. "Why did you pass out on the couch? Why didn't you just go to your bed?" Bri shouted. "I was watching TV. I'm sorry." "Get up. Get up." Bri said. Feeling the couch cushion and finding it dry, Bri let out a sigh of relief. His jeans must have soaked up most of his pee. "You could have ruined the couch! What's wrong with you?" she shouted. "Bri? What's the matter? Are you okay?" Olivia asked, walking down the stairs still scantily clad. "Tim had an accident but miraculously the couch is alright. Tim, I'm really getting tired of this. Did you know that you forgot to wash your pee soaked sheets yesterday and I had to wash them for you?" "I'm sorry. It was an accident." Tim said, his bottom lip quivering. Bri sighed heavily, shaking her head. For a moment, she noticed Tim's eyes wandering down to stare at Olivia's half naked body. "Okay, let's all take a breather." Olivia said. "You still need to finish getting ready for work and so do I for that matter... Timmy, why don't you go take off all your clothes and put them in the washer. Then go take a shower." Tim had a vulnerable and confused look on his face. "Tim, do what she says, please." After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded and walked out of the room. Bri had to admit, she found herself strangely turned on by how confident and in control Olivia could be even standing there in her underwear. And really, it was Tim who should have been embarrassed standing there in pee soaked jeans.

Does anyone know where I can find the story "The Age of Demeter" by Sallykat? (She's a pretty talented author in my opinion!) The story was written years ago and never finished but I thought it was quite interesting. I can't seem to find it anywhere online.

I think most of us here have a strange, special reaction to hearing the word "diaper" spoken out loud. For me, the word makes me mildly uncomfortable and awkward but also excited. On those rare occasions when the word comes up in normal, mundane conversation; I try not to react to it. But when talking about one person wearing this garment or talking about one of these garments individually, do you say 'diaper' or 'diapers'? For example: "Joe is wearing his diapers." "Joe is wearing a diaper." "I saw Joe is his diapers." We often talk about a 'pair' of underwear, even though an underwear is one piece of clothing. In the United States, we use the word "panties" even if it is one skimpy garment. In Europe, the word "knickers" is sometimes used, once again to refer to one singular garment. I'm not policing anyone's grammar. I'm just curious. Do you guys prefer "diaper" or "diaperS"? Why or why not?

Like most of us here, I am an ABDL an I really enjoy everything about wearing a good diaper. But how do you all feel about underwear? I have also always been fascinated by 'regular' underwear, the reusable ones made out of different kinds of fabrics. Normal underwear are not nearly as fascinating to me as diapers are of course but still interesting, especially given the variety that exists out there. For men's underwear, we have boxers, briefs, boxer-briefs, and trunks. The social stigma associated with so called 'tighty whities' or plain white briefs in recent years is interesting. They are considered unattractive, comical, or nerdy and who can deny that they bear SOME superficial similarities to diapers. Sometimes I enjoy wearing white briefs for that very reason. But of course, they aren't nearly as amazing as diapers! Even so, I like wearing regular underwear because those times when I do put on a diaper become even more intense because the feeling is so different! Women's underwear fascinates me also and the variety is even greater! I guess, like a lot of 'vanilla' guys out there, the idea of a woman in sexy lingerie is arousing to me. That's probably the most vanilla of all my kinks, so I suppose its really not unusual, especially for a heterosexual man like myself. But I find ALL women's underwear fascinating, not just the styles that society considers 'sexy'. A basic pair of cotton panties in a solid color from the average department store fascinates and arouses me every bit as much as a lacy thong. Even a large, high waisted pair of granny panties can certainly look sexy on a woman in my opinion. In a strange way, I don't really even see this as a separate fetish because in my mind, it is so closely connected with my love of diapers. I love the stark contrast of wearing a thick, bulky, crinkling diaper while thinking about the fact that most adult women out there (and men) have undergarments that are the polar opposite - thin, invisible, and silent under their clothes. I don't even wear diapers out in public very often but just the THOUGHT is enough sometimes. I've never worn women's clothing. I always found women's underwear to be more attractive looking on WOMEN, personally. Not kink shaming, just sharing my opinion. I've noticed there are at least a few ABDL stories out there where a man wears or is forced to wear women's underwear. Are there a lot of diaper lovers out there that also like to wear women's undergarments? Is there some kind of connection there, perhaps due to a special appreciation for soft undergarments? Or is that just a case of the occasional ABDL that also happens to have a panty fetish? I would love to hear from both male and female ABDLs about how they feel about regular underwear. Does anyone share my fascination with it? Or are my interests just weird and eclectic?

I think there are an above average number of ABDLs with an intellectual disability of some kind such as ADHD, autism, and learning disabilities. Some of these disabilities mean that a person's childhood is fraught with a number of experiences where they cannot do simple tasks that their peers are capable of doing. The embarrassment, vulnerability, and sense of inferiority that develops can make you FEEL younger than you actually are. Also, an intellectual disability can specifically make potty training a lot more difficult. Some autistic children are very late to get potty trained for instance. Late potty training or anxiety about using the toilet in early childhood could certainly make diapers seem more appealing, right? I personally have dyscalcula, a math related learning disability but its not just math equations that I have struggled with in my life. Even today, tasks that involve multiple steps can be difficult for me to do properly. Sometimes I will have to go very slowly and sometimes I will skip a step accidentally. As a child, tying my shoes was a skill I learned a few years late compared with other kids my age. When all the other kids can tie their shoes and you can't, you feel pretty little! It isn't hard to imagine one of my classmates saying something like, "You don't know how to tie your shoes? What are you, a baby?!" And it isn't hard to imagine 7 year old me, without a fully formed brain, wondering why I was so 'babyish' compared to my peers. Since sequencing tasks involving multiple steps was difficult for me, I am pretty sure I also struggled with potty training as a toddler and found it anxiety inducing. If the task of using the toilet as a toddler induces anxiety, it isn't hard to imagine that diapers (or even the thought of diapers) might relieve that anxiety. I can say with absolute certainty that my own intellectual disability is linked to my ABDL fetish.

Over the years, I've read a lot of personal accounts on these boards about dating and relationships. Having an unusual kink can certainly complicate a relationship, especially if your partner is vanilla. Perhaps there is no one piece of advice that will be applicable to every relationship but I'd like to think my advice below applies the the vast majority of romantic relationships. I think this advice will be especially important for young people who have less experience with dating. Dr. Seuss once wrote, "Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple." 1. If you are in a romantic relationship, be honest and tell your partner about your ABDL fetish. Coming 'out of the closet' to your partner will usually not be easy and its probably not an ideal conversation on the first or second date. But if things are getting serious and you plan on having a long term, romantic relationship; TELL YOUR PARTNER. 2. Do not stay in a relationship with a romantic partner that does not accept you for who you are. Some people will not want to participate in your ABDL lifestyle. Thats understandable. Some people will be disgusted by diapers, urine, or feces. That too is absolutely understandable. But if your partner cannot accept that you have an ABDL fetish - and that the fetish is not going to disappear - then END THE RELATIONSHIP. - I know it will be difficult for some people to make these decisions but your life will be better in the long run. I'm really shocked that there are people who would WANT to be in a sexual, emotionally intimate relationship while simultaneously keeping a huge secret from their partner. It will be extremely unpleasant and confusing if your partner/spouse randomly discovers that you've been keeping a huge secret from them for months or years. Finding adult baby paraphernalia hidden in a closet or an attic will likely be much worse for your loved one than simply having an honest conversation. George Washington famously said, "It is better to be alone than in bad company." I cannot begin to fathom why anyone would want to be in a committed relationship with someone who believed that their very sexual identity was disgusting or offensive. People need to have some self-esteem. Like I said earlier, it is understandable if a person does not want to participate in this particular fetish. Everyone has their own sexual boundaries and their own comfort zone. But your romantic partner needs to accept that this is a part of you and its not something you can simply 'quit' or erase from your mind. Its the year 2021. The world is full of open minded, vanilla people who will accept your ABDL fetish. Not only that but there are some vanilla people out there who will actually PARTICIPATE in your fetish with you! Do you want someone to change your diaper? There's a non-judgmental vanilla person out there that will do that for the person they love! I have met several of in my life: open minded, attractive women happy to snuggle with me while I'm wearing a diaper! You don't have to trap yourself in a relationship built on lies and deception. And you don't have to trap yourself in a relationship with someone who cannot accept you and finds you revolting.

Babykult, here is a link that should work for you. https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B09BJSB3RT

https://amzn.to/3zVgsHi I know a couple of people here on Daily Diapers follow my work so I just wanted to let everyone know that my newest Ebook is out on Amazon today. Instead of posting the first chapter the way I've done in the past, I thought I would offer an excerpt from the book instead that might be more interesting (seen below.) If you want to read the first chapter for free, you should also be able to do so by clicking the Amazon link above. There is a sequel to this Ebook coming out in just a few weeks! SYNOPSIS: Liz is an attractive, successful 24 year old woman whose boyfriend Cody just moved into her apartment. Liz hoped that Cody moving out of his parents house would help him to grow up but since moving in, he's been nothing but lazy and immature. Now, she has discovered that he has a bedwetting problem. But getting Cody to take some responsibility for his little problem is just the first step in Liz taking control of their relationship. When Liz returned home from work, her boyfriend Cody was nowhere to be found. The apartment was quiet and Liz figured that her roommate Sophia was probably still at work. Sophia was a waitress so her schedule naturally changed fairly frequently. Walking into the bedroom, Liz groaned loudly. The mattress was still bare. Sure enough, when she went to open the washing machine, the sheets were still there. She had given Cody just one job to do that day: wash the sheets, put them in the drier, and return them onto the bed. He hadn't even done that! While Liz didn't want to chastise Cody for having an accident, it often felt like she did all the household chores in their apartment. Before she could load the sheets into the drier though, there was a knock at the door. It was curious since Liz hadn't been expecting any company. As she opened the door, the visitor greeted her with a smile. Kayla. She was Cody's younger sister, three years his junior to be precise but already in college herself. Much like Cody, she had a thin, slender build with brown hair and blue eyes. "Hey Kayla, how've you been?" Liz said. "Great! I just came to drop off that stuff you asked me for." Kayla said, handing Liz a hardcover textbook along with a few notebooks. "Thanks so much. I appreciate it." When Cody had moved in with Liz a few months ago, he had already dropped out of school so he hadn't bothered to take any of his school materials with him in the move. Since Liz had always gotten along pretty well with Cody's sister, she asked her to gather up what few school supplies were left in his room and bring them over. Ever since Cody decided to take a semester off, Liz had been hoping that he would eventually return to school. Though that prospect didn't seem very likely at the moment, Liz was grateful that Kayla had honored her request. "Do you want to come in?" Liz offered. "Sure." Kayla shrugged. "Can I get you a drink of something?" "How about a beer?" "Nice try, missy. I know you're only 19 years old." "I was just kidding." she said innocently. Wasting no time, Liz returned to pulling out the bedding from the washer and stuffing it into the drier. "Ah, I see that my supposedly older brother is still wetting the bed, huh?" Kayla said with a giggle. "What do you mean? Did he wet the bed when he lived at your parent's house?" Liz asked. "Yeah, you didn't know that? Oh my gosh! I can't believe he didn't tell you he wet the bed before moving in with you!" "Did he do it for a long time?" "Off and on over the years. For a while, his whole room smelled like pee. That's probably why my mom made him wear diapers to bed." "Diapers?" Liz asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, like those old people diapers, you know?" "How often did he have accidents at night?" "I don't know? I think my mom used a calendar to keep track for a while. Usually it was a couple times a week." "Did your mom ever take him to see a doctor for it?" "Yeah, he went to a urologist a couple years ago. Apparently some small percentage of the adult population still wets the bed. It was something about bladder muscles? I don't remember. Personally, I always thought he was just being lazy." Kayla said with a sneer. Liz finished the rest of her conversation with Kayla, then politely showed her to the door and said goodbye. Deep down though, Liz was furious. Before Kayla had come to the door, Liz thought that Cody had experienced a handful of anomalous bedwetting accidents. Now it was clear that Cody had struggled with bedwetting for years, long before the day that he first met Liz! In all that time, he never uttered a word about it. Then even after moving in with her a few months ago, he actively tried to cover it up. Walking into the bedroom and sniffing the air, Liz could still detect a hint of stale urine. Opening up the pantry, she found Cody's pee soaked boxer briefs. Groaning to herself, she lugged the pantry over to the washer and began sorting the clothes to do a load of laundry. At this point, Liz felt like a working mother with a lazy teenage son... not an adult partner in a long term relationship. "Hey, girl!" Sophia said, walking in the front door. Judging from her black polo shirt and tight blue jeans, Sophia had probably just come from waiting tables. "Where the hell is Cody? Did he say anything about going out with friends before he left today?" Liz snapped. "Well, hello to you too! I think Cody said he had plans this afternoon before he left." Sophia said. Liz's expression softened. "I'm sorry, Sophia. I'm not mad at you. It's just been a long day. I asked Cody to put everything in the drier today and he didn't even do that." "Did that boy pee the bed again?" Sophia asked. "Yeah." Sophia said nothing but her facial expressions spoke volumes. Her eyebrows raised and her nose wrinkled. To her credit, Sophia didn't make any of her usual snide comments about Cody, though this time she would have been well within her right to do so. Liz knew that these new revelations weren't going to improve Sophia's opinion of Cody but she wasn't even going to try to defend Cody's actions to her. At this point, she just needed someone to vent to. She needed her best friend. "Can we go and get a drink? I'm kind of overwhelmed right now." Liz asked. "Sure, girl! It's Friday and I just got paid today. My treat. Let's go." "What would I do without you?" Liz smiled. In the air conditioned wine bar; Liz explained the situation in detail to her best friend. While Sophia usually was loud and opinionated, she could also be a good listener when she knew Liz was stressed out about something. "I just want to fix all of this." Liz said, taking a sip of her glass of red wine. "Well, the solution is pretty obvious when you think about it." Sophia said. "I'm not kicking Cody out and I'm not breaking up with him." Liz said defensively. "Chill out, girl. I wasn't going to say that." "Really?" "Yeah, I mean I know that Cody and I don't always get along and if I'm being honest, I think you could do better. But I know you love him and I want to be supportive." "Thanks." "But you know you gotta put him back in diapers at night!" "Seriously?" "Yeah, you said that's what his momma used to do." "Cody would never agree to that. The fact that his mom made him wear those things was probably one of the reasons why he moved out of her house. Cody is an adult. I'll just sit down with him and we'll have a reasonable discussion and talk about possible solutions." "Fuck all that." Sophia said bluntly. "He ain't acting like an adult. He's acting like a spoiled brat. He had a chance to be an adult and tell you the truth when he moved in. He blew it. Now you're telling me he can't even put the sheets in the drier while you're at work all day?" Liz said nothing. It was hard to argue with Sophia's logic. To read the full novella, click the link below: https://amzn.to/3zVgsHi

D503, I didn't have any plans to write sequels about Tommy and Miss Collins. But maybe I should consider it? I'm always surprised when I get messages/comments asking for a sequel to work that is a few years old. In my mind, after a few years, I figure no one remembers the story or the characters! So I move on to writing new stories. I've had some odd sequel requests over the years. 'My Last Night of D.R.I.' was a decent story but, in my opinion, I think my writing has improved over the years. I'm glad there are still a few people out there on the internet that enjoy my older stories. Mugi, Thanks for the kind words. Yes, E.L. Haley is my pen name. Just a few days ago, I released a new Ebook about a young man conflicted about living an ABDL lifestyle, dating an attractive older woman. Its called 'Together Again'. You might enjoy it. (Link below) https://www.amazon.com/Together-Again-novella-L-Haley-ebook/dp/B095T2C8SR/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=EL+Haley+together+again&qid=1622143986&sr=8-1