Rainbow Diapers

Excellent.   Well done. 

<.<  >.> *Slides in chapter 38 unnoticed* (It's not like I locked in after reading all the comments. That'd be crazy)   ---   At the Palmer’s residence, the backyard was already set up. Alicia could smell the tell-tale scent of smoky charcoal and what must’ve been burgers and ribs. She could see Luke managing the grill while Jenny was setting the table together with Isabella. Jack explored the grass around a checkered blanket with great interest, gurgling quietly to himself.    ‘Country Roads’ played softly from the bluetooth speaker placed upon the table, and when the pair got into view, Isabella beamed like the cozy, late summer sun.   “Mommy, they hewe!” she exclaimed, hurrying over to envelop Alicia in her customary hug. Jenny rolled her eyes slightly, but let it slide since Alicia didn’t seem to mind.    “Hi, Isabella,” Alicia said, nodding towards her parents. “Jenny, Luke.”   “Hey you two!” Luke said from over at the grill. “Glad you could make it.”    “Thank you for inviting us,” Emily said and went over to the table, bringing out some lemonade and a bag of chocolate chip cookies they had brought with them.   “Oh, you didn’t have to,” Jenny started, but politely accepted the treats.   “Nonsense,” Emily brushed off, “a few cookies were the least we could bring.”   “Yah,” Alicia snorted and poked her mother teasingly in the side, “considering it’s grammy’s homemade cookies.”   “Oh hush you,” Emily rolled her eyes. “I’ll bring an Eriksson original next time, happy?”   “Very,” Alicia mused, “but only if it’s your cardamom buns.” The girl felt herself salivating at the thought.   “You goober,” Emily chided, but smiled nonetheless.   “Hmm,” Luke said, flipping a few patties over,  “these look nearly done. Should be just right before the Carters get here—”   “Hi! We’re here!” A chipper voice called out from behind, as if materializing out of thin air. “So great to see you all again so soon!”   Turning around, Alicia saw Grace, Ethan, Isaac and Logan—who seemed to be carrying most of the bags they’ve brought with them. Isaac sported a wide grin, locking eyes with Isabella and Alicia.   “It’s nice to see you all again,” Emily concurred.   “Hi Alicia! Hi Isabella!” Isaac said, breaking free from his mother’s grasp. “Wanna play tag?”   Isabella had secured a spot just beside Alicia and tugged on the sleeve of her yellow dress, now familiarly silent. Jenny offered an apologizing smile towards Alicia, but the girl just shrugged, giving her an understanding smirk in turn. Internally, she sighed but allowed herself to be swept away with the situation. She hadn’t really been expecting anything else since turning up.   Alicia’s eyes wandered along the backyard, finding a prepped up set of plastic chairs and a table adorned with teacups and dolls.   “You know,” she said, in an almost scheming tone. “I bet Isabella wants to play house first.”   Isabella bounced up and down in excitement. Alicia knew her so well!   “Oh…okay.” Isaac said, sounding a little disappointed.   “But, we could play some tag afterwards?” Alicia tried.   Easily swayed, like little boys are, he bounced back.   “Yeah!”   The other Carters had already struck up conversation with her mother, Luke and Jenny while they were busy setting up what food they had brought. Catching a glance of Logan, she felt his gaze lingered just a tad bit too long on her mother. She contemplated sharing a few stern words with the man afterwards, but thought better of it. At the moment, she was merely a playmate.   The trio grabbed a doll each and started speaking in made-up voices, pouring imaginary tea and chewing on air-biscuits.    “I say, Mr. Mittens, you look positively radiant today,” Alicia said poshly, gesturing with a white and blue-striped bunny. Isabella giggled and made Mr. Mittens bow, accepting the compliment. Around ten minutes in, Isaac’s bouncing knees threatened to overturn the table. Alicia thought for a moment, then stood up, doll in hand. “Maybe the plushies want to play tag?”   Isabella and Isaac’s eyes widened with glee, and soon they were running around the garden laughing, using the dolls to tag each other.   “Food’s ready everyone!” Luke bellowed back from the main table, carrying a big plate of ribs. A large variety of side dishes adorned it neatly, and the trio settled down, heading over and taking up spots next to their parents.   Alicia expertly assembled her burger with grilled onion, cheddar cheese, bacon and with a light splash of BBQ-sauce. Proud of her creation, she held it firmly—even though it appeared comically big in her tiny hands—and bit down into the juicy meat. She could feel her eyes rolling back into her skull.   Oh that’s so good! she thought, kicking her feet, not caring if it made her more juvenile.    “That sure is one heck of a burger,” Logan quipped as he dipped his chips into some ranch dressing, “think you’ll finish that today, kiddo?”   Alicia gave him a glare that most would interpret as ‘mind your own business’ and took another big, defiant bite from her burger, maintaining eye contact with the cop.   “Geez,” Logan held his hands up in defeat, “sorry for doubting you, ma'am."   “Slow down, honey,” Emily said softly, “it’s not going anywhere.” Alicia rolled her eyes and took another bite. It was going somewhere, her belly in fact.    Isaac—not wanting to be outdone—tried to mimic Alicia, but the burger bested his tiny fingers, condiments slipping all over the plate.   “Heh, kids, amiright?” Ethan said, cutting it into more manageable pieces, much to Isaac’s protests. “Want to prove they can do everything on their own. Acting all contrary just to prove a point.”   Alicia coughed suddenly, an onion ring lodging itself into her throat. Her hubris had been her downfall, and she paid for it with concerned looks from the surrounding party.    “Told you,” Emily chided, handing her a glass of soda which she promptly drained to avoid any further scrutiny. Thankfully, the concern was short-lived and the table had already developed into other forms of small talk. Alicia resumed eating, albeit slower.    “Mommy?” Isaac asked innocently, licking his fingers of ketchup “when’s Alicia and Isabella—”   “Napkin, dear,” Grace scolded and held it out for him to wipe his hands. “And we’ll ask before we leave, promise.”   This seemed to placate Isaac for a moment, but soon he started talking Alicia and Isabella’s ears off about the different kind of toys and tv-shows he liked, bringing up their visit to the Lodge, as if they hadn’t been there.   “Wow…really? How many? Yeah? That’s so cool,” Alicia the-ever-patient agreed, making sure to nod along, trying to sound equally interested in all the little things Isaac had to say. The boy was none the wiser.   After the burgers were well taken care of, Alicia felt herself getting dragged away once again for more playtime. Thankfully, the other two opted for quieter makebelieve in Isabella’s plastic playhouse, since neither felt like running with their bellies so close to bursting.   While the adults were still chatting away, Emily and Logan exchanged a few looks towards each other, yet looking away sheepishly each time. Jenny and Grace also shared a knowing look with each other, smirking. As if on cue, a strained face on baby Jack gave them the excuse they needed.   “Why don’t we start setting up dessert,” Jenny said, unleashing little Jack from his highchair. “Emily, Grace…Logan would you mind carrying some things off to the kitchen? This little one needs a change.”   “I can—” Ethan started, but Grace silenced him with a hand on his shoulder.   “Not a four person job, dear,” she said. “Someone need to keep an eye on the kids. You should tell Luke all about the upcoming car show in the meanwhile.” Not needing another incentive, Ethan launched into an eager explanation of Fords and Chevrolets while Luke tried to hide a pained expression. Jenny and Grace ushered the other two inside.    Inside the kitchen, Jenny gave them directions to the dishwasher, cupboard, and the apple pie in the fridge before absconding with Jack to the bathroom.    They started to put plates in the dishwasher, but not before long, Jenny’s voice rang out through the corridor.   “Oh shoot. Grace? Could you be a dear and fetch some pants, as well as some wipes from the laundry room? Jack’s had a bit of a blowout.”   “Of course!” Grace excused herself, leaving Emily and Logan by themselves in the kitchen. They awkwardly shuffled around for a bit, averting their gaze.    “Uhm…” Logan started. “Getting a bit colder lately.” Could one wish for a more stellar ice-breaker?   “Y-yeah it’s getting closer to autumn,” Emily replied softly.   “Y-yeah,” Logan agreed, as if Emily had revealed the secrets of the universe to him. “Right…so I was thinking…”   Emily looked up, meeting his piercing grey eyes in expectation.    “If you…wanted to…perhaps…go and get coffee. Like we talked about earlier? Maybe saturday, next week? I-if you still want that is.” He murmured the last part, but there was a tone of hope in his voice.   “I…,” Emily blushed slightly, “Yes, that sounds lovely.”   “Oh, uh…great!” Logan exclaimed, “Uhm, would around three sound good?”   Emily smiled. “That should be fine, but let me give you my number just in case.”   “Oh, right,” Logan rubbed the back of his neck, “that makes sense.”   They quickly exchanged contacts. Around the corner, Jenny and Grace gave each other a silent high-five before coming back out and helping them with rest of the plateware.   Outside, they rescued poor Luke from Ethan's endless tirade and turned toward the kids— who were in the process of professional cooking-makebelieve.   “It’s bloody raw!” Alicia said, doing her best Gordon Ramsey impression while taking a faux bite of a chicken leg, much to the amusement of Isabella and Isaac.    “Kids! Dessert’s ready,” Jenny called out before she could completely catch herself, and offered an apologetic look towards Alicia, but the little girl was already zooming to the table along with her compatriots.    Alicia folded her napkin and placed it on her lap, making sure not to get her new dress dirty, expertly manoeuvring a piece of apple pie and a scoop of icecream onto her plate without spilling. Grace gave her a quick glance, before assisting her son in the same endeavour.    When the whole party was satisfied—both in mind and in belly—they started wrapping things up. The sun was setting on the horizon. Isabella and Isaac had promptly nodded off in their respective mommy’s laps.    Alicia was of course wide awake, and even offered to help clear the table which Jenny heartily agreed to.    “Sleep well, Isabella, you too, Isaac,” she said to the pair before throwing empty cups in a large trashbag, getting sleepy murmurs in reply.      After Jenny and Luke had carted off their kids to bed, and Isaac’s parents had secured him in the car seat, Grace walked up to Emily.    “Okay. I am just dying to know,” she said with awe in her voice. “How did you do it?”   “Beg your pardon?” Emily replied.    “Oh don’t give me that. Your daughter is amazing! She’s mature, polite, has good manners, and super good with kids younger than her. I must admit, I’m a tad jealous.”   “Hah, is that so…” Emily replied nervously. Alicia had just headed inside to help put away the rest of the cake and ice-cream.   “Oh come on,” Grace elbowed her gently, “you didn’t even have to tell her to help cleaning up.”   “Ahahaha, yeah, that’s my girl alright,” Emily forced herself to smile. Glancing to the side, she could see Logan eyes growing wider by the second, sharing her pained expression.   “And Isaac tells me she’s basically taken over storytime at preschool,” she added.    “Alicia should be heading over to Little Oaks next year, yeah?” Ethan chimed in, “maybe she’ll be in Jenny’s class, I bet she’d love that!”   Emily felt her stomach churn.   “Oh yes, before I forget,” Grace slapped her head. “Isaac would be disappointed if I didn’t ask, but have you given some thought on that playdate we talked about before? We’d love to have Alicia over sometime.”   Both Emily and Logan were now visibly distressed. There weren’t many good excuses on the fly, especially since she already delayed the answer.    “Um…I don’t..” Emily started saying. She understood now Alicia’s hesitancy from before. The Carters were nice people, and she wanted to be truthful. But the words seemed to get caught in her throat. She’d of course never be embarrassed about their family situation, but neither did she want her daughter to suffer because of the truth.   “Are we sure that’s a good idea, this early?” Logan tried desperately, doing a bit of damage control. “It’s not like we’ve known each other for long…?”   Both Ethan and Grace gave him weird looks.    “What are you on about, Logan?” Grace narrowed her eyes, smelling a rat. “You’re acting weird. Something wrong?”   Then, Alicia appeared from the house. “Alright I think that’s—everything okay out here?” She stopped abruptly.    “Ah, Alicia,” Grace said. “We were just asking your mommy if you’d like to come over to our house for a playdate next week? Hmm, maybe even a sleepover?”   Alicia could hear the tempting tone in Grace’s voice. At age five, she would probably have begged her mother to let her go to a sleepover. But, she was nineteen, and some lines were not meant to be crossed. She would have to come clean, but easier said than done.   “Oh, um.” She stuttered, turning towards her mother. “That is…I…”   “Wha—?” Grace couldn’t believe the odd hesitation coming from this little girl. Surely they’d not left that bad of an impression? She furrowed her brows. “What is going on here? What’s wrong, sweetie?”   Alicia took a deep breath.    “I, uh…don’t take this wrong way, I think Isaac is a good kid, but a sleepover wouldn’t…ah…be appropriate?” she mustered out.   “Not appro…what does she mean by that?” Ethan looked quizzically at Emily.   Grace elbowed her husband and knelt down to a fidgeting Alicia. “Are you worried about it because you’re older, sweetheart?”   Alicia looked down and nodded.   “Older than five?” Grace asked.   Alicia nodded again. “Y-yeah.”   “I figured as much. You’re what? Six, seven?” Grace slumped her shoulders, wondering how she should best let her son down. “Well, no hard feelings, Alicia. I can understand if you don’t feel up to it.”   Alicia kept looking at her feet. “No, that’s not it,” she mumbled.   “Hold the phone,” Ethan interrupted, “why isn’t she in school then? Are you homeschooling her?” He watched Emily expectantly, gears turning in his head. “No, that doesn’t make sense either, why would she be still be at preschool if that is the case…”   “Now hold on, hun,” Grace tried. “Let’s not be rude. I’m sure they have their reasons.”   “I…,” Alicia started and looked towards Emily again who had also bent down near her for support, interposing herself between her daughter and the Carters.   “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, sweetie,” she whispered. “We can leave now if you’d rather forget about it.”   Alicia shook her head and sighed. “They deserve the truth.”   Truth, such an ugly word sometimes. The truth will set you free, or damn you all the same. Emily looked towards Logan. Maybe they wouldn’t share that coffee after all.    She chided herself. That wasn’t important. Alicia was important.    “Alright, honey,” she said. “I’m always in your corner.”   Alicia took a deep breath. “Grace, Ethan. I think you and Isaac are nice people, and I had fun today…but the actual reason I’m at Tiny Sprouts Academy is…well because I work there.”   “Pardon?” The Carters said in unison, their eyes bulging out of their sockets.   “I work at the preschool once a week. I’m…,” she took another deep breath, “nineteen years old.” There, she had said it.   “Wha—?” They both responded. “Nineteen!?”   “Y-yeah…”   “But you look—!” Ethan started.   “Like a child? Severe Growth Hormone Deficiency,” she said as a matter of factly. “I stopped growing sometime after I turned four.”   “But, wait…working how exactly? Sorry, Alicia. This is just a little too much to process all at once,” Grace admitted.    “She’s Isabella’s aide. We’re employing her.” Luke interrupted, making an entrance after hearing the commotion, walking up by Alicia’s side.    “B-but you were spending the weekend together at the Lodge?” Ethan asked astounded, and a bit accusingly.    “We owed them a big favor after a miscommunication that was completely our fault.” Jenny had also stepped out. “Also, I don’t see what that has to do with anything? We enjoy their company and we’re free to hangout if we so wish.”   “Still, it all seems a bit odd,” Grace said “I mean you were using a sippy cup back at the Lodge…and excuse my rudeness, but you’re wearing some ‘protection’ too right now, aren’t you?”   Jesus, this lady was sharp! Alicia thought. Or maybe it was all just so obvious? She probably gave them a view when she sat down or when she was playing tag with the kids.   “I-I…,” Alicia felt the familiar dark feeling form in her stomach. She wanted to go home. She wanted to snuggle up with Mommy and Bandit and forget about everything.   “Not that it’s any of your business, but Alicia suffers from stress-related incontinence,” her mother half-fibbed. “The sippy was my idea. I wanted for her to have a carefree and relaxing time at the Lodge.”   “Oh…I’m sorry,” Grace admitted. “That was insensitive of me. I shouldn’t have pried.”   “N-no worries,” Alicia reassured, thankful for her mother’s quick intervention. She felt some of her anxiety receding. But it was probably not a good idea to mention anything related to her other job, or their newly established family routines.   “Oh boy,” Logan knelt down, looking at Alicia apologetically, “I’m sorry kiddo. I should have tried to soften the blows perhaps. This isn’t fair to you.”   “Logan, come on. You knew and didn’t say anything?” Ethan raised an eyebrow.   “I figured it wasn’t my place to say,” he defended, “but maybe it was a bad idea.”   “Look, we’re sorry we couldn’t be completely honest with you, but you have to understand that this a very sensitive matter for our family,” Emily interrupted. “My daughter’s been trying her hardest to find her place in the world, but as you can probably imagine, things aren’t exactly stacked in her favour.”   It was torture to be under this much scrutiny. Alicia felt like she would rather just find the nearest rock and not come out for the next fifteen years. Maybe things would feel different then.   Heh, like a cicada, she mused, imagining herself bursting from the ground, wings and all.     “But! She makes me proud every day,” Emily said, shaking her daughter out of her daze.   Aww… Alicia felt her heartstrings tug at the nice words she felt she barely deserved.    “Please,” Emily pleaded, “try and see it from her perspective.”   “She’s a good kid,” Logan assured. “She rolls with the punches, she’s patient and forgiving, heck pretty funny to boot.”   Hmm, maybe he isn’t so bad after all, Alicia admitted.    “And, uh, she could have given me a much harder time…considering I sort of embarrassed her on our first meeting,” Logan said sheepishly.   Aaand he ruined it, she thought, flashing red from the memory.   Grace and Ethan both took a minute to gather their thoughts, but eventually, they nodded towards each other.   “This is all a bit jarring, I must admit,” Grace started, “but I suppose—in the end—no real harm has been done?”   Ethan grumbled a little. “No, but I think we can agree that playdates and sleepovers are off the table…damn,  how are we going to explain this to Isaac?”   “We don’t, honey,” Grace deadpanned. “He’s not going to understand that his new friend’s actually an adult. It’ll only upset him more.”   “I’m sorry,” Alicia squeaked, having inadvertently scooched closer to her mother. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”   “No,” Grace said. “No need to feel sorry, honey. We’re at fault here. We’ll handle things.”   “I…I really did enjoy our families getting together though,” Alicia tried.    Grace paused for a bit. “It was really nice,” she agreed, “You know? Maybe this doesn’t have to be the end of things? We could do it again sometime?” You’d think you two would still be up for family friendly cookouts? She looked toward Jenny and Luke. “All three of our families?”     Alicia and Emily looked at each other in relief and smiled. “Of course!”   “Isabella and Isaac would probably like that very much,” Jenny hinted. “Think you’d be up for more supervised babysitting?”   “Oh, I can handle them,” Alicia flexed a muscle.    She turned towards the Carters, “and are guys you okay with that?”   “You mean having an excuse to let my eyes of my kid for a minute?” Grace smirked. “I think the answer is ‘yes’.”   “Agreed,” Ethan said, “and it would probably take the edge off having to explain why we can’t have any sleepovers.”   “I have no objections,” Logan beamed, his eyes meeting with Emily. “No objections at all.”   “Yeah, I’m sure you don’t,” Grace whispered to herself.   With that said, the group set a tentative date for another hangout in the near future. The families said their goodbyes, the Carters taking off in their white car, and Luke and Jenny retreating back inside.   -----   Alicia rested on her mother’s shoulder, the fatigue having caught up with her. She made no attempt to struggle when Emily picked her up before entering their house, and neither did she complain when she was changed out of her dress and into her pyjamas and nighttime diaper.   “So proud of you today, lovebug,” Emily said softly as she laid an almost asleep Alicia down in her bed, snuggled all cozy with Bandit.    “Mm,” Alicia murmured. “Wasn’t so bad.”   “Yeah, it all worked out in the end,” Emily admitted, opening the nightstand. “Paci?”   “Mmm, yes please,” Alicia said sleepily before accepting the pacifier, suckling on it softly. “Mommy?”    “Yes baby?”   “Wuw yu.”    “Love you too, sweetie.” Emily kissed her on the forehead before closing the door to Alicia’s room.   Alicia’s thoughts danced around the events of the evening. Things really had worked out okay. Maybe her new exclusive position as an ‘Etoile’ at the agency would work out too. Hmm, one could hope. She closed her eyes, feeling herself being whisked away into dreamland.   Little did she know this was merely the beginning.

This is wonderful. Thank you for sharing it! 

Her whole thing is doing the least amount of research possible and the most amount of exageration and bullshit as possible lol

I think the answer for me anyways is kind of said from some above. Don't put so much stress on it.  If you are looking for like a few fun times with another AB/DL, sure, there are meetups or munches that are for that. But a long term relationship maybe is something that should stand on other things and the "diaper stuff" shouldn't be that important. I know posting that here seems contradictory, but I really think in my own humble opinion that putting so much importance on the diaper stuff, is going to either lead to something unhealthy or hurt. Especially if it is a kink or fetish based thing.  I am not saying having this thing, embracing it, or accepting it is not important. It for sure is, and having someone else can for sure help. But I'd advise just putting yourself out there, focusing on just finding a relationship first, and bringing up the diaper stuff later. If they are for it, cool, and if not then you always need to respect peoples boundaries. I think more people than most are open to try stuff like this, much more than we think they are. From my experience I have met plenty of non ABDL girls who were very "vanilla" to all this stuff, but with a little time and understanding they were willing to give it a try. More often than not, most said they really did enjoy it and would be willing to do it again for me because it made me happy. If you can find someone who opens up in that way or develops an interest herself, that's great. I just think those who enter into a relationship with ABDL being one of the pillars the relationship needs to stand on doesn't often go well in the long long run. Because I have seen that too.  Again, this is just one persons advise online and at the end of the day you need to decide what's best for you. I would always be happy to talk more about it in chat and offer more support and advise if you ever bump into me there.