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I'm not sure how bad it smells, but corned beef and cabbage. St. Patrick's day is coming up, give it a try. The cabbage will give you gas and the corned beef may make it stink. I think that it's a wonderfull experience to have a full diaper on and be gassy. I love the feeling of the gass bubbles working their way through a full poopy diaper and escaping around my nut sack to the front of my diaper, or up my butt crack and out. -
My wife and I would love to go to something like a conversation, my gut feeling though is there would be way too many creepy people there. -
Wonderful stuff. Savvy is the unicorn, but she has needs and Paul might not be able to provide them. -
It is the penultimate update... With Alice seemingly given up and surrendering herself to the wishes of her overbearing mother, it seems nothing will stop what is happening... --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I stopped talking. I was a baby and babies didn’t talk. I limited myself to making gestures and if I absolutely had to open my mouth, I made sure to speak in the most babyish way possible. Mommy seemed to like it so that was good. She was the only person in my life and making her happy made me happy. She was at her happiest when I was being a good little girl, so I did my best to be that for her. I stopped walking for the same reasons. I stopped paying any attention to when I needed to go to the potty, that was what my diapers were for after all. Mommy needn’t have bothered with the parental lock on my computer because I now never used it. I played with my toys and watched the cartoons on television. Life became almost peaceful. Sure, I still required punishments because no matter how hard I tried to be a good baby I still kept making mistakes. Mommy would tell me she didn’t want to hurt me, but I was making her do it, I always apologised as I cried. Compared to past punishments though, these new ones were basically nothing. I was so much happier once I stopped tried to fight Mommy and argue that I was a big girl. Days went by in a blur. It felt like I was only really half-present. I sometimes found that I was just sitting on my padded butt staring at whatever was in font of me and completely zoned out. Sometimes it seemed I could spend hours like that. One day, similar to the ones that came before and the many that would surely come after, I was sat in my playpen. That morning, I had been woken in my crib as usual, Mommy had changed my wet overnight diaper and then fed me a very milky cereal breakfast. I was put in my playpen where I had quickly crawled over to my dolls whilst Mommy went elsewhere in the house, I didn’t tend to question where she went, she always came back when I cried. I was in the middle of playing out a scene with my two dolls when I felt my tummy rumble. This wasn’t a surprise to me, I often filled my diaper a little after breakfast. I got to my feet and squatted down without hesitation. After a couple of small grunts, I felt the relief of filling my diaper up. It was a common, almost comforting feeling now. As I finished emptying my bowels, my bladder emptied as well making the whole diaper feel squishy and warm. Without hesitation I sat back down, spreading the muck over my backside, and went back to playing with my toys. Even though Mommy did come when I cried, it clearly irritated her, so, whenever I could, I would just sit and wait for Mommy to check me. Often that meant sitting in messy diapers for several hours. It was something I’d grown used to and whenever diaper rash reared its ugly head Mommy was always ready with cream to soothe it. She was such a good Mommy, she always knew what I needed even when I didn’t. I guess that was why I was the baby. My connection with time had become disconnected. I honestly couldn’t say if I remained in that baby state for days, weeks or months, it all blurred together. I certainly didn’t know how long I was sat in my playpen in a stinky diaper. What I did know was that the routine, something which seemed completely set in stone, was broken when there was a loud knock at the door. I barely paid attention. Mommy sometimes got deliveries, so I assumed it was that. Less than a minute after the knock Mommy came downstairs and pulled the door to the living room closed. “He-…” I heard Mom start as she opened the door. “What have you done with her?” I recognised that voice. I sucked on my paci and looked towards the closed door with a frown. “Done with her? I haven’t done anything.” Mommy replied simply. “Let me in.” The voice at the door demanded. They sounded angry. “I don’t think so.” Mommy said back with equal ferocity, “My daughter doesn’t want to see you.” “I’d like to hear that from her myself.” The voice replied. I felt uneasy. I didn’t know who it was or why they were angry at Mommy, but I hoped they would go away soon. I started to sniffle a little bit as I crawled to the edge of the playpen and sat down with a stuffed bunny that I hugged closely to my chest. “Well, you can’t.” Mommy said, “You saw the message she sent you. She isn’t interested. She blocked you.” “How do you know about that message?” The voice asked accusingly. “She… told me about it!” Mommy replied. I didn’t even know what message they were talking about. “Liar!” The voice at the door was getting even angrier, “Where is she!?” “Hey! No!” Mommy exclaimed. I heard some scuffling, and I started to whimper. Mommy was in trouble! I heard some bangs against the walls in the hallway and then something getting knocked off the table Mommy kept all her keys and things on near the front door. I heard an occasional exclamation or scream in between the bangs, each one causing me to wince and shrink. I opened my mouth and prepared to say my first word in what felt like forever, I wasn’t even sure if my mouth would work after all this time. “Mommy!” I called out fearfully. The banging stopped. There was a strange silence as I stared at the door. I was very worried that Mommy was hurt and that this bad person who was attacking her was going to do something even worse. I heard footsteps heading towards the living room door. I whimpered and clutched my stuffie even tighter. “No! No! This is trespassing!” I heard Mommy’s voice. At least I knew she was alright. “Shut up.” The stranger spoke strangely calmly. There was a creaking sound as the door pushed open. When I saw the person, the young woman, standing in the doorway I felt a strange confusion. Did I recognise her? My brain was telling me I knew who this person was, but it wasn’t putting together the pieces. It was like there were some long-forgotten connections in my brain that I just couldn’t remember. She seemed to know me though, judging from the look of shock on her face. “Oh my god! Alice?” The young woman covered her mouth, “What has she done to you!?” I tilted my head and frowned. I didn’t understand. The woman took a couple of steps across the room and then I saw Mommy appear in the doorway behind her. I immediately perked up on seeing her, she looked alright, though she was holding the side of her head. “I told you, Kathleen, Alice is happy and doesn’t want anything to do with you.” Mommy said. My memory jolted. Kathleen? Kat? That was a person I recognised. I frowned. Why did I remember that name? Why did thinking about her make me feel all sorts of emotions that I had thought had gone away for good? Hope? Happiness? I put my hands up to my head and frowned in confusion. It didn’t make sense. Mommy was the most important person in the world, why would seeing Kat make me happy? “What have you done to her!?” Kat screamed as she turned around to look at Mommy. “I’ve put her right where she’s always belonged.” Mommy snarled, “You don’t know her like I do. She’s always been a useless fuck up, just like her father, she even looks like him. I’m doing the only thing you can do with such a person! She’s a baby! She always has been and always will be!” “You’re crazy!” Kat shook her head, “Get out of my way. I’m getting her out of here.” “Over my dead body!” Mommy exclaimed. “Don’t tempt me.” Kat growled back. I was confused still. What was happening? There was a battle in my head that seemed to mirror the one going on in front of me. Most of my brain knew that Mommy was right and that I was a baby but there was a growing voice telling me that Mommy was wrong. It was making my head pound, and all the screaming was hurting my ears. I covered my ears as tears started to roll down my face. I looked up and through my shimmery eyes I saw Kat opening the gate to the playpen and marching inside. She looked utterly determined and angry. It was scary and when she reached to take my hand, I quickly pulled it away and crawled away from her. Flashes of memory of who she was started to reappear in my head, scenes that made no sense to me. “See!” Mommy yelled from the doorway, “She wants to be like this!” “You’ve brainwashed her or something…” Kat replied angrily, “I know you have!” I continued crawling. My messy rear was high in the air behind me as I crawled out of the pen and towards Mommy. I squeezed through the gap into the hallway and hid behind Mommy’s legs. When I looked into the living room, I saw Kat staring at me with incomprehension. “She’s made her choice.” Mommy said from above me, “Now get the hell out of my house before I call the police.” It seemed like Kat was admitting defeat. Her mouth opened and closed a few times without saying anything. I saw her look at the ground where my dollies were sitting. She seemed to take a deep breath and then started walking towards us again. Mommy shuffled me backwards behind her so that I was sat on the bottom step of the stairs opposite the living room. Kat walked silently passed us. She looked upset, almost as sad as I felt, as she approached the front door. Wait, why did I feel sad? Mommy was protecting me from the crazy woman who had started fighting her and tried to grab me. It was good that she was leaving, right? Then why was I still crying? Everything was so confusing. I wanted Kat to leave just so everything would go back to normal again. Kat paused as she stood in the doorway. She looked back at Mommy and me. For a second, she stared into my eyes, through our mutual tears we saw each other. I waited for her to go, to leave and never come back. For Mommy to close the door and take me back to my routine of diaper changes and nap times, safety and security. “I’m sorry, Alice…” Kat said quietly. I looked at Kat. My brain was confusing me. I seemed to remember her from what felt like a different lifetime, but that didn’t make sense. I was a baby, and she looked like a college kid, certainly bigger than me. But as she apparently said her goodbye, I felt my heart sinking, I didn’t know why but it made me sadder than ever to think I might never see her again. “… But you’ll thank me later.” Kat said as she looked up at Mommy. Quick as a flash, Kat was across the entranceway and standing in front of us. Her hand reared back and she slapped Mommy in the face so hard that it knocked her sideways and on to the ground. I screamed as I saw my Mommy, the person I looked up to as my protector, fall to the floor. I felt a hand grabbing my wrist and start to pull me to the front door. I looked back at Mommy and cried out as I reached for her. She was slowly picking herself back up. “No!” Mommy exclaimed as she got to her knees, “That’s my baby!” “Mommy!” I cried. Kat was pulling me forwards quickly. I was on my feet for the first time in ages, stumbling barefoot along the gravel path that led to the road. My pastel pink onesie with little red hearts doing very little to cover my modesty. It was the first time I’d been outside in a long while, but I was looking back towards the house where Mommy was white-faced and looked like she could kill someone. “Come on…” Alice muttered to me, “Everything’s going to be OK.” “Mommy!” I called out again. I was being kidnapped! Mommy was following us up the garden path now. One half of her face was a bright red and she staggered slightly as came outside. People had taken notice of all the shouting, as I was pulled past the garden gate and into the street, I saw that several neighbours were outside trying to see what was going on. Kat pressed a button on her keys and the lights of the car in front of us flashed. She opened the door and pushed me inside. Before I could turn around, she had slammed the door and pressed a button locking me in. I banged on the window as I cried for my Mommy. “She’s stealing my baby!” Mommy called out to the neighbours. Kat wasn’t wasting any time with explanations. She ran to the driver’s seat and got in. She looked frantic and, just as she locked the doors, Mommy reached us. She pulled on the handle and when that didn’t work, she started hitting the glass window. I didn’t know what to do. The confusion in my head was growing and I didn’t understand what was happening. All I knew was that Mommy looked upset and that made me upset. The engine roared to life and the wheels spun on the road causing a high-pitched squeaking sound before the car started moving. “Mommy!” I yelled again as I watched Mommy struggling to keep up with the car. To start with Mommy was running and trying to keep up but she fell behind quickly. She stood in the middle of the road as Kat sped away. I reached for her, towards the rear window of the car, and cried pathetically. “Everything will be alright, Alice.” Kat said during a short lull in my tears, “I promise things will be OK.” I still couldn’t warp my head around what was happening. I thought that being separated from Mommy would make me terribly upset, that I needed her more than I needed the juice in my bottles. Yet, as the distance between me and Mommy grew, I didn’t feel nearly as upset as I imagined I would. In fact, there felt like a little bit of me that wanted to celebrate. Kat pressed some buttons on the car’s dashboard and a second later I heard the sound of a phone ringing. “Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?” The voice on the other end said. “Hi, my name’s Kat and I need the police…” Kat said. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the CONCLUSION of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mljhcl51079dbc27 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2340212 -
It comes shortly after the UK police, on advice from CPS (Crown Prosecution Service) dropped any potential charges against an ABDL artist, and I believe an ABDL in America in similar difficulty was found to have done nothing wrong. I don't know what exactly was in the book, but it is somewhat concerning that the courts are passing judgements on such things. As an ABDL author myself, it's something I'm going to be keeping a close eye on. I certainly hope they can appeal, because being found guilty of creating and sharing CSAM when the characters in your book are all adults is ridiculous.
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