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Yes there are lots of us. I'm in Cheshire. If you want to meet other UK littles in person I can recommend the Littles Lock In meets in Derby. Non-sexual, safe, and a good mix of ages and genders. Next event is on 25 October. -
It's intersting that I have never thought about it before. I can be at work, and feel #2 is happening, but I cannot stop what I am doing. Instead I get frustrated, and can't listen to my body, basically. Most of the time I can pause it by willpower, but not always. To me, I was convinced I am just lazy or weird. Maybe I should try to change my view of myself, and accept that I have incontinence. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Werebabies Part 1/?: A Blessing or a Curse!? Willowbrook, a small town tucked away from the bustling world, held within its boundaries two very different girls: Kylie and Chloe. They were both freshly graduated from high school, and if there was one thing they shared, it was their mutual disdain for each other. Kylie, sporting neon-coloured hair and an eclectic collection of piercings, had always been the poster child for chasing trends. She believed that being "cool" was the ultimate measure of success. Her life revolved around the latest hashtags, viral challenges, and daring fashion choices. Kylie thought Chloe was nothing but an annoying presence, a constant thorn in her side, forever interfering with her quest for coolness. Chloe, on the other hand, was a picture of traditional values. She believed success meant becoming the ideal wife and mother, following the path generations of women had trodden before her. Her dresses were modest, her demeanour reserved, and she saw herself as the embodiment of grace and poise. She, in turn, viewed Kylie as reckless, a rebel without a cause, and a poor example to anyone aiming for respectability. Their encounters were more like battles, verbal sparring sessions filled with insults and heated arguments. It was as if the universe had destined them to be enemies. One warm afternoon, as Kylie scrolled through her phone, catching up on her favourite online video platform, she couldn't help but notice Chloe's persistent presence. Chloe had an uncanny ability to pop up whenever Kylie least expected it, criticising her choices and questioning her definition of success. "Why can't you just leave me alone, Chloe?" Kylie snapped, her patience wearing thin. "You're not cool, and you don't get it. Success is about pushing boundaries and living life to the fullest." Chloe folded her arms, unyielding. "Success is about responsibility and respect, Kylie. You're just throwing your life away with these reckless pursuits." As the argument escalated, a new player entered the scene: Leonard. He was the charming boy from their high school who had caught the eye of both girls. With his disarming smile and effortless charisma, he had a way of making hearts flutter. Kylie and Chloe's rivalry intensified as they both vied for Leonard's attention. He watched their heated exchange with bemusement, apparently unaware that his presence made their rivalry even more intense. But he made it harder to argue as well, because Kyrie knew that if she said anything outright rude in front of him, it would make her seem unlikeable. She just didn’t understand how to get Glowy to stop wasting her life on outdated values. After a little while, Leonard looked down at his phone and pretended to be engrossed by UrVids, maybe not wanting to intrude on an argument that he wasn’t a part of. “Some of us have self respect,” Chloe snapped. “Some of us have courage,” Kyrie said, and turned to Leonard, sure he would be smart enough to take her side. “You’ll never find out what you enjoy if you don’t try new things.” “New things are important,” Leonard said with a chuckle. "I just watched the latest video from DarkTrailblazer. He’s trying out this thing called urban exploring. Like he gets into an old, creepy abandoned hospital. It’s like something straight out of a horror move. It looked pretty wild." Kylie's eyes lit up as she heard about this new trend. "Urban exploring, huh? That sounds awesome. I'm gonna look it up!" She quickly pulled out her phone and started searching for videos on the topic. Over the next few days, Kylie became engrossed in the world of urban exploration. She devoured video after video, watching adventurers crawl through dark, dusty tunnels, climb crumbling staircases, and uncover hidden relics of the past. The thrill of the unknown beckoned to her, and she felt an irresistible pool toward this exhilarating hobby. Days later, after immersing herself in the urban exploration videos, Kylie bumped into Leonard while they were both grabbing coffee. She couldn't contain her excitement any longer. "Leonard," she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, "I've been thinking about trying out urban exploring myself. It looks so cool, and I want to make my own videos. Will you watch them when I post them online?" Leonard smiled, flattered by Kylie's interest in sharing her adventures with him. "Of course, Kylie! I'd love to see your videos. It sounds like a thrilling experience." Chloe, who had overheard their conversation, couldn't help but express her concerns once again. "Kylie, it's not safe. There aren't any abandoned buildings to explore in our town, except for the old train station, and it's in terrible condition. You don't know what dangers you might encounter." But Kylie's determination remained unshaken. "I'm not scared, Clue. I want to experience this, and I'll find a way." As the fateful night of their urban exploration adventure drew near, tension continued to simmer between Chloe and Kyrie. The looming full moon would bring with it an unexpected twist that neither of them could have foreseen. The abandoned train station loomed before Kylie, casting eerie shadows under the moon's dim light. As she stood at the entrance, she felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn't fear that gripped her; it was exhilaration. The darkness, the decaying walls, and the unknown all excited her, making her heart race with anticipation. Kylie held her phone in one hand, the camera lens pointed forward. She pressed the record button and began, "Hey, guys! It's me, Kylie, and I'm here at the Willowbrook abandoned train station. I've seen some epic videos about urban exploring, and I thought, 'Why not try it myself?'" Her voice trembled slightly, but she wasn't about to let that show. She took a deep breath and continued walking deeper into the station, her fleshlight revealing graffiti-covered walls and debris-strewn floors. But then, a noise made her pause. She strained her ears, listening intently. Footsteps. Kylie was sure she wasn't alone. "Who's there?" she called out, her camera pointed towards the sound. "This is my adventure, so if you're trying to scare me, it won't work!" From the shadows, Chloe stepped into view, a concerned expression on her face. "Kylie, this is dangerous. I'm here because I'm hoping you'll come to your senses and realize this isn't a good idea." Kylie squinted at Chloe, her suspicion growing. "Oh, really? Or are you here to make sure you can capture any mistake I make on camera so you can embarrass me later?" Glowy's eyes widened in shock. "What? No, Kylie, I would never do that. I'm genuinely worried about you. This place is creepy, and there are real dangers here." Kylie wasn't convinced. She knew Chloe well enough to suspect her ulterior motives. "Well, you can keep up if you want, Chloe, but this is my video, my adventure. Don't get in my way." Chloe sighed, her frustration evident. "Fine, Kylie. I'll stay close, but please, be careful." As Kylie and Chloe ventured deeper into the abandoned train station, they stumbled upon a sight that left Kylie speechless. In the dim light of her fleshlight, a magnificent chamber lay before them, its walls adorned with intricate carvings and mysterious hieroglyphics. At the centre of the room stood an ornate stone altar, bathed in an otherworldly blue glow. Kylie's eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon the unexpected treasure before her. "Wow," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. She’d watched enough exploration videos online to know that the rarest and hardest to access of all abandoned buildings was a real Aztec temple. And now she’d stumbled on one, on her first attempt. "I can't believe I found this on my first exploration. Talk about luck!" But she knew that she wouldn’t talk about luck. This was her ticket to fame, and she had to make it look like it was skill that had brought her here. Chloe, however, felt a sense of unease that she couldn't shake. "Kylie," she cautioned, her voice tinged with concern, "this isn't right. We shouldn't be here. It's not safe." Kylie brushed off Chloe's worries, her curiosity getting the best of her. She approached the stone altar, her camera recording every detail. "Relax, Chloe. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I'm going to get some great footage." “Seriously, this is just like you!” Chloe snapped. “You’re not paying attention. This place is weird, it could be haunted or anything. Come on, we should leave this to professionals!” “Get over yourself! There’s no reason to be so scared,” Kylie snapped. “If you can’t take it, then you go home. But stop whining. You’re going to attract security or something, and I can’t record a video with you in the background.” But unbeknownst to the two girls, their relentless bickering had attracted the attention of a threat more dangerous than any kind of abandoned mall cop. An otherworldly presence that had been slumbering within the temple for centuries. An annoyed voice echoed through the chamber, causing Kylie and Chloe to fall silent. "Enough!" it boomed, the sound echoing off the temple's stone walls. Startled, Kylie and Chloe turned to face the source of the voice. The dust from the long-forgotten floor swirled up and coalesced into a solid figure. They saw a woman in long white robes, her blue eyes so piercing and bright enough to even outshine the flashlights. The genie’s eyes glowed with an otherworldly power, and it appeared to be growing increasingly irritated by their presence. "You two," the genie said, its voice a mixture of frustration and amusement, "can't even explore a simple building without arguing like there's no tomorrow. Thou bicker like children, so perhaps thee wouldst better see the world through eyes that suit thy immaturity!" With a flick of her spectral hand, the genie cast a spell upon Kylie and Chloe. The room began to spin, and their vision blurred as an overwhelming sense of transformation overtook them. Their screams of shock and confusion were drowned out by the sudden urge of magic that engulfed them. “What’s happening?” Kyrie gasped, feeling her precious camera tumble from her grasp. She looked at her hands and saw that her fingers were stubby and pudgy. The floor seemed so close now, she could barely see over the altar, and even with her dizziness she could tell that she was shrinking. And then when she heard her own voice, she realised that it was high-pitched and shrill. “What have you done to me?” “Thou act like a child,” the genie said, with a haughty laugh. “Now you can try being one again. Every time the new moon shines, you will become a baby for a night and a day. That’s what you get for disturbing the sleep of the regression genie!” And with that she shrunk down and disappeared, leaving Kyrie to wonder how she was ever supposed to get home now that all her clothes were too big to fit her, and she couldn’t even reach the doorknobs. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
135. My Children She really meant it. That surprised me. And even more surprising was the fact that the boy was willing to go through with it. After reading a significant portion of her new comic book, Ffrances slowly closed it, opening the floor to other conversations again. I thought that Tess was already acting a little giddy; and I saw that she had produced a paci from her pocket and was spinning it absent-mindedly between her fingers. After a long week, she was ready to be my baby again. “I’m so happy to be a part of your family,” she said, and I could tell that she included both me and Ffrances in that. Maybe she saw us as two mommies when she was in littlespace; although I wasn’t sure how Ffrances’s occasional regression would change that. Still, we were a family. “Me, my wife, and my baby girl,” I answered. And it felt so natural that it immediately brought a grin to my face. Ffrances was pouting, but I could tell she was just as happy as me, while she objected: “Aren’t I your baby girl?” And in an instant, my nerves were on edge again. Spike was in the room. Neither Tess nor Ffrances knew that I’d told him about Tess’s regression; and I was sure that after what had happened last time, Tess wouldn’t be comfortable mentioning it when he was around. But she seemed to have gotten over the hangups after what he had done, so perhaps being pushed there by someone closer to her own age had helped her to learn that she was comfortable with it after all. Still, I was sure they wouldn’t have talked it out properly. And Tess still thought that I didn’t know what Spike knew. If they found out now about the advice I’d given him, even if they knew it had helped Tess to realise she was okay with being a full baby, they would be mad at me. I’d promised that I wouldn’t try to make Tess mess; and using her boyfriend to give the suggestion was probably still against the rules. But Ffrances stood up and gave a little speech about the recording she had listened to to make her into a baby. Telling Spike like it was something he might have to know about if he was living here. And then Tess had an excuse to say that she had listened to the same file, not mentioning that it had been created for her in the first place. Of course Spike knew about that, but they didn’t know that I knew that he knew. So they thought they were wrapping everything up to keep me in the dark. I didn’t like that they were keeping secrets from me like this, but once I managed to push those feelings to the back of my mind, I knew that I really had nothing to be mad about. I’d hurt the kid before, forcing him to go home to his abusive father the first time I caught him here. They had a very good reason not to trust me, and I didn’t want to remind anyone about that now that I’d wound up putting Tess in danger too. And in the end, it worked out well for me. They weren’t saying anything that could get me in trouble, and their cover up helped to conceal what I wanted hidden as well. So I listened while they told Spike an abridged version of what regression was, and how much Tess loved to be babied. I found that I was waiting for the point where Ffrances would push Spike to try it himself. That would make him show his true colours; and if he got mad, I could use that as a pretext to kick him out. He claimed to be supportive, but if he really wasn’t then it would be a lot easier to convince Ffrances of that. But before we got there, Tess said the last thing I had expected. She brought up what I had said about her needing regression sometimes, but wanting to carry the world on her shoulders. She told Spike straight up that if I wanted to regress her without talking it over first, I just had to ask him. She’d said that before, but I’d thought she was just showing that she didn’t take my suggestions seriously. But if she actually planned to give him that authority, then I might need to get him on my side. And then when I wasn’t sure what I should be thinking, and I didn’t know what I wanted to say next, Tess suggested that she could feel a bit littler for me. And Ffrances told Spike that she would help him to experience regression so that he would understand it better. And he agreed. Ffrances actually did what she had suggested, and the boy went along with it. I was so surprised that I couldn’t think what to say for a few minutes. They went up to the spare room, so Ffrances could set up the hypnosis. At the time, I wasn’t sure quite how far she would make him go. But it was good to see that he was willing to try. And while she did that, Tess regressed herself to six years old. I took the pacifier from her and told her that she was young enough to suck it without thinking. She agreed to that, and when I put it back into her mouth she didn’t even seem to recognise that I had done anything. And then I offered to braid her hair while we watched television. I decided to give her a slightly fancier style this time, with two narrower braids on each side. And that took most of my attention, but the TV was certainly enough to keep her occupied while I did it. It felt so peaceful, just helping my little one like I would a real toddler. And I was glad that everything was finally peaceful in our house. My fiancée and my baby girl were both happy with their roles, and that made me happy too. Tess was more compliant than usual. I couldn’t tell if she just felt more comfortable being little because of the excitement around Ffrances agreeing to marry me; or if she saw this as somehow thanking me for letting her stalker stay for a few days. Either way, I found that I could have a lot of fun by giving her even the simplest childish behaviours. I told her to think of me and Ffrancess as her Mommies; and I told her to sing along with the action on the TV screen. I selected one of those kids movies where the characters turn and address the audience, asking them to watch out for something, and showing them how to do the dances. I’d never tried something like that before, but I hoped Tess would enjoy it. And it was pretty good. I didn’t have any more surprises until Spike came downstairs again, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. “What is he wearing?” I asked. “The recording says be a little girl,” Ffrances explained. “And all the little clothes we’ve got are really girly. We figured just roll with it, until we’ve got time for a proper session. So Spike’s a little girl this evening.” I really couldn’t believe it, but here he was in a frilly tutu. And Tess quickly accepted him as another little sister. In just minutes, they were both dancing in front of the screen, with maximum enthusiasm and absolutely no coordination. If he was just playing along with the hypnotic suggestions, he must have been the best actor I had ever seen. A few minutes later, I was sure that the kids weren’t even aware of our presence. They only cared about the movie, and about their dancing. As I watched, I started to realise that I didn’t need to worry about Spike’s intentions. Maybe I had him all wrong. I’d thought he was a threat, trying to force Tess to grow up. But now, I was wondering if he’d actually been jealous when she told him about her little side. Perhaps he just wanted somebody to baby him, and he envied her life here. “I never thought he’d get so much into littlespace,” I said, when Ffrances and I went into the kitchen to refill all our drinks. “He’s a natural,” she said with a shrug. “He’s been forced to be the adult at home, sorting out all the cleaning and all the bills because his stepdad doesn’t want to and his mother is incapable. Of course he’s been craving a chance to stop taking responsibility.” “Yeah. It feels like… He’s known about this stuff at least a month, hasn’t he? That big sharing-secrets was just for my benefit. Wasn’t it? How long has he known? And why didn’t you tell me?” “I told you in November. I said I knew of another little in the area, who would be delighted to join our family. I said it was somebody you’d met before I did. You never guessed?” “No!” I said, but as soon as she said it, I knew she was right. Not somebody at my office after all, then. But in that case, why was TheAuthor’sLittleSister talking about a meetup in this area? What could have persuaded her to choose this town, if it wasn’t one of my coworkers who was a secret little? “Damn, you did, didn’t you? But you knew that early?” “He came here because he was scared to go home. Frightened of violence from his stepbrother, I think. And I put him up in my office. He’s a smart kid, and read some of the books I had out on the desk. He asked me about therapeutic regression the next day. I couldn’t tell you straight out, because he told me in confidence. But I knew you’d…” “If only I’d known. I thought he was trying to be Daddy, take advantage of Tess’s innocence.” “No, he was pretty clear up front that he’s a little. Of course, sometimes he’s tried to switch. Like when somebody told him that Tess wanted to be babied, and that she would never be happy with him unless he makes her do certain things.” “Well he’s–” I started, and then cut myself off again. “I asked him,” she said. “I asked him why he would suddenly do something that makes Tess feel anxious, when it’s the exact opposite of what he’d previously said he wanted. And he said you approached him. Told him that your reason for trying to push them apart was that you were protecting Tess from somebody who didn’t support her being a full baby. I know what you told him to do, Gabby. Now, I’ve not told him what Tess really wants, because that’s her secret to share. And I haven't told her what you did, because I still hope you can learn. But I told him never to do that again. Now, are you going to stop with the trickery and the lies? Because you’ve got two little girls out there who are prepared to play along with your suggestions for now, and I think we could all be a happy family. You’ve made a very romantic gesture today, and you told me that you want us to be a family. So I’d very much like to enjoy the rest of the evening without petty malice, if that’s okay with you.” I stared after her as she returned to the lounge, but I couldn’t think what else to say. All I needed to do was go and relax with my fiancée, and my little girls. It wasn’t the evening I had expected, but the brat couldn't stand in my way now. So where was the downside? -
Thanks for the reach-out! It's nice to know I'm not just talking to myself (which happens)🤣 Yep, for the Australian ABDL community it's a bit of a disaster. As an alternative to the BetterDry could I suggest you consider the InControl BeDry day-weight: they're actually pretty good and have comparable, or even slightly better capacity. In stark contrast to the BetterDry today, they can be purchased in Australia. US postage charges are just having a lend. I honestly don't know why they are so high. Thanks for the info! I'll crunch the numbers but they do seem cheaper then burning through BeDry that I don't need to although I'd expect them to survive 9am - 6pm at least. Maybe half a day is 12 hours out of 24 in which case no drama but if they are 5 hour nappies then that's a problem... I wear plastic pants and a compression pant over the top so the absence of elastic may not of itself be a problem.
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