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For the grown-ups to discuss ABDL topics. No babies unless you're looking for a 'pankin!
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Wow, crazy. Sounds interesting. A long race, I can imagine how you'd need to pee... It makes sense. High temperatures, high intensity, you need to keep hydrated but... Yeah. Sounds awesome for Sally. Helmet, racing suit... and a diaper underneath. Tough outside. Cute and cuddly inside. Bright orange Lamborghini screaming around the track. Sally focused, but safe and comfortable. Not a care in the world. -
It's been one of those nights for me too. And while I'm one your wavelength, I got a question, what has happened to Christine Daryl Leanne our "Authority" on cloth diapers and plastic pants? -
By bj & the bear · Posted
Very nice story, hope to read much more of it. This is definitely going to be a will she totally loose her control and become diaper dependent or will she find it revolting? Who knows, keep up the fantastic story. -
By BloncoCraven · Posted
I've never been the tallest or the strongest, to the point at which I started wearing women's clothing some years ago and no one noticed. I've never been the most mature either, to the point that even though I'm 19, my mom still believes I need supervision. It was a cool night in April and I was sitting in the kitchen alone. A shock to my system came with a knock on the door. I stood up and straightened my sundress before I answered it. I opened the door and a blonde woman stood much taller than me. She leaned against the door frame in her tattered leather jacket and blew a bubble with her gum. “What's up short stack? You the one I'm babysitting?” “Yes ma'am.” I said, avoiding eye contact. “Where’s your mom?” She asked as she put her hand on my chest and pushed me aside. “She's just in her bedroom getting ready for the night out.” “Great.” She rolled her eyes and sat down at the kitchen table. She took out her phone and began scrolling Instagram reels.” “I'm Spencer by the way.” I held out my hand to shake hers. “Gross, fuck off.” She swatted my hand away. “Listen kid. I don't care about all this shit. I'm here to make my money and go. You seem too old to really need a babysitter, so why don't we just stay out of each other's hair and hopefully we get through the night ok.” “Yes ma'am.” I said, "Can I go play in my room then?” “Sure, whatever.” With that I scampered off to my room and opened up my laptop. I dug out my chocolate covered raisins and put on a YouTube video of people doing a Minecraft Sky Factory Challenge. I heard my mom walk out to the kitchen and begin talking to my new babysitter. “Alright Caley, I'm leaving him in your hands, so here's the ground rules. He doesn't have any screen time left today, so don't let him on his laptop or allow him to watch tv. If he has too many chocolate covered raisins it'll upset his tummy so make sure you stop him from eating too many. Supper's in the fridge, it just needs warmed up and he'll need to be reminded to put his pull-up on at bedtime. Which is 8:30 sharp. The boy may be 19, but he still wets like a firehose every time he sleeps.” “He's 19?” Caley asked. “Yes, but he's a lot less mature than other kids his age.” My mom said patronizingly. “You know I'm only 18, right?” Caley asked. “Of course, but really a 13 year old could watch Spencer and it would be appropriate.” My heart filled with a deep nauseating sadness hearing my mom say it outloud. It hurt to hear those words, especially because I knew they were true. “Alright, so other than that, keep him entertained and if he does anything unusual you tell me.” “Ok.” Caley said, then I heard the front door open and shut. I heard footsteps coming towards my bedroom and went back to watching my YouTube video and shoving raisins into my mouth as quickly as possible. Caley whipped open my door. “Hey! Your mom says you're done with laptop time. Close it and come to the living room.” “Yes ma'am.” I said. I paused the video and closed my laptop, then I stood up and followed Caley to the living room. Looking at Caley, she was pleasantly round in all the right places. Nice D cup breasts and a butt bigger than my head. She must've been 5’8 in comparison to my 5’3 body. She walked with confidence, it was clear her arms were strong, a small layer of fat hid a decent amount of muscle. Caley plopped down on the couch. I guess you should pick an activity. Your mom said to keep you entertained.” “Can we play Marvel vs Capcom on my PS2?” I asked. “Nope, your mom said no more screen time.” “Oh, well we could play snakes and ladders, I have the-” “Nah, that's a baby game. Pick something fun.” I thought for a few seconds and thought of something I've seen teens enjoy on tv. “How about truth or dare?” “Now that could be fun. But I wanna see what you're working with. I chose dare.” Caley said, genuinely intrigued. “Ok, I dare you to put a dab of hot sauce on your tongue.” “Please. That's nothing.” Calley rolled her eyes and we walked to the fridge. She opened the door and grabbed the bottle of La Madre de Muerto and dumped a mouthful right on in. “Oh my golly.” I said as she swished it around and swallowed it. “You're the spice god.” “That's nothing.” She said cockily. “I dare you to do a dance in your dress and let me record it.” “What? Uh yeah.” I said, nervously. “I want you to say ‘I’m a pretty princess’ over and over as you do it.” “Ok, think that's fine.” I said nervously, then waited for her to get her phone ready and then I started dancing. At first I shook my butt a little bit, but then I started jumping around and twirling in my dress. As I chanted the phrase I had real fun until I got dizzy and fell over. “So cute!” Caley said, “Look.” She showed me the video and I looked like I was having fun. I smiled up at her. “That was fun!” “I’ll read you the comments next time I watch you. Now give me something hard!” She demanded. “Fine. I dare you to go down to the scary basement and shut the door with the lights off.” “Wow. Scary basement.” Caley rolled her eyes. She walked to the basement door and I watched her go down the stairs and turn the light off. I closed the door, leaving her down there in the dark. Caley didn't run up right away like I always did, she seemed to be comfortable down there in the dark. “How long do you want me to stay down here!” She shouted up through the door. “I don't know! I thought you'd come up right away!” I shouted back. “How about one full minute!” I suggested. “Sounds good.” She said, unfazed. I had a devious plan though. I scampered off to my bedroom and grabbed my Nintendo Switch, I quickly tucked it underneath my pillow so I could play it after she puts me to bed. Caley came back up the stairs and walked out the door. “Alright dumbass, your turn. Truth or Dare?” “No one's picked truth yet.” I said. “Alright, then why don't you tell me why you still need a babysitter at 19?” “Well my mom says it's because I'm immature. I still wet the bed and I have habits of spending too much time goofing off and not doing school work.” “You're 19, surely you're not still in school?” “I'm in college, studying to be a software engineer.” “Oh wow, that's not a bad career. At least you got into a good program. In a few years you'll be making good money and you could move out.” “Yeah, but it still sucks being an adult under constant supervision. Everybody at my college goes to parties and clubs on the weekend, but I have to go straight home because my mom picks me up.” “Wow, that must be really difficult.” Caley said, then she sighed, “Let's get back to the game.” “Truth or dare?” I asked. “Truth.” She picked. “Have you ever kissed a guy?” “Oh uh, yeah. I've kissed lots of guys. I mean I'm 18. Who hasn't?” “I haven't.” I said. “I guess that makes sense. When would you kiss someone if you're always under supervision?” Caley looked a little saddened for me. “Exactly.” “Truth or Dare?” She asked. “Dare.” I said back. “I dare you to give me a peck on the cheek.” “What?” I asked. “That way you can say you kissed a girl. Give me a peck on the cheek.” I grew nervous as I approached my babysitter. I leaned into her face, smelling her vanilla bean moisturizer and clove cigarettes. I placed my lips on her soft, supple cheek and placed a gentle smooch. “Good boy. Now you've done it. Now give me one. I choose dare.” “I dare you to show me your underwear.” I said excitedly. “What the fuck?” She asked, sounding shocked and appalled. “No no! It's just, I've never been this close to a girl before and I just wanna see your- down stairs parts.” I trailed off to a mumble as I finished the sentence. Caley grew furious, “Listen up Spencer! And you listen good! Your mom hired me to babysit you! To monitor your screen time and put you in your pull-up! I am not some floozy here to be seduced! I'm in charge of you! Now you will march straight back that hallway and brush your teeth! You're going to bed early!” “But Caley, we were having so much fun!” I whined. “Thats right, we were having fun, until you ruined it with your stupid pervyness!” “It's not fair! You asked me to kiss you.” “To be polite. To give you a handout. You're 19, you should know I would never do that with you.” I started to tear up. “Don't act like the victim.” She said, “Bathroom! Now!” I walked off, still sulking. I put the toothpaste on the toothbrush and fumed in my head as I brushed my teeth, “I can't believe I have to go to bed already. It's only 7:30. It's still an hour before my actual bedtime.” When I was done Caley came in and said sharply, “Now sit on the toilet and pee. I don't want you soaking through your pull-up.” “Yes ma'am.” I walked over to the toilet and looked at her curiously, “Are you gonna watch me?” Caley rolled her eyes and stepped into the hallway, not closing the door. I hiked up my sundress and sat down, releasing my bladder once I was down. “Are you done?” Caley asked. “Yeah.” “Wash your hands, I'll be waiting in your room.” I got up and washed my hands. While I was doing so, I heard Caley digging in my drawers. I finished quickly and hustled to my room. “Alright, I found your pull-ups and your pajamas.” She gestured toward the bed. I saw laid out there on the bed were my Pixar's Cars Pajamas and a Pull-up. “Ok. Thank you. If you leave, I'll get changed.” I said. “You don't need help getting your pull-up on?” She asked. “No ma'am.” I said. “Ok, but I'm still gonna check you afterwards.” “Ok.” Caley left my room and stood in the entryway with her back to me. I pulled my dress off over my head and pulled panties down, kicking them into the laundry basket. I pulled open the pull-up and stepped into it, one leg at a time. I pulled the pull-up softly up my legs and around my waist. Its stretchy sides snapped snugly to my body. Then I stepped into my Cars pajamas and put on my Cars button up shirt, leaving two buttons open at the top. “You done?” Caley asked. “Yeah.” I mumbled. Caley turned around and walked straight up to me. She pulled back my pajama pants and looked down in. “Yup, you've got a pull-up on.” I bowed my head in shame. “Alright bedtime, brat.” She smacked my butt to send me on my way. “Yes ma'am.” I said, then I climbed under the covers and Caley pulled them up over me. “Alright. Now this is goodnight. I don't wanna see you up in an hour, I don't wanna hear from you again tonight. So just shut your eyes and sleep.” She walked out of my room, turning the lights off and leaving the door open just a crack. I waited a few moments to hear her turn the corner then I dug my Nintendo Switch out from under my pillow. I turned it on and then turned the volume all the way down. I opened up Mario Maker and started doing random levels from the high difficulty section. I was doing really good too. I got one level that was super hard. I died three times and was getting a little frustrated and then, on the fourth try, I finally beat it. “Yes!” I pumped my fist. “Spencer! That doesn't sound like sleeping! What are you doing in there?” She called. “Sorry Caley, I just woke up from a really good dream.” I lied. Caley got up and I heard her walking towards me. “Crap!” I thought, then I quickly tucked my switch back under my pillow. Caley creaked open the door and looked in my room. “What's that light under your pillow, little boy?” I was shocked. I spun around and saw the light of the switch permeating my thin airy pillow. “Noooo.” I groaned. “I'll be taking that.” She came over and reached straight under the pillow, “And I'll be telling your mother about this AND the underwear comment.” “No! Please! Caley, please don't tell my mom about the underwear comment! She'll be even stricter with me!” I whined “Well maybe she oughta be, if that's how you treat the women in your life.” She walked over to the door. “Please Caley, I'll do anything.” I begged. “Anything?” “Literally anything.” I said desperately. “From now on you're gonna request me to be your babysitter. You're gonna tell your mom about how good of a job I did. And every time I babysit you, you're gonna come to my place and clean my apartment top to bottom.” I felt a chill in my abdomen and a pain in my heart… “Ok.” I agreed. “Alright. Then your secret’s safe with me. Now go to sleep.” She closed the door, leaving me in the relative darkness of my room, with the light of day still shining through. Afterall it was only 7:45. -
By bj & the bear · Posted
Well it seems like its pullups your using or are they gonna be actual tape on diapers? If they are going to be tape ons then yes call em as they are, diapers period. Thats part of the whole stigma is calling em something else. Been good so far.
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