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By SissyBabyMarc88 · Posted
“Oh, nothing. Just waiting. Sonce..im new here.” I said shy-fully as I looked at him. -
In 30 years of watching this site and other's, I've seen exactly zero who succeeded in "quitting" or "curing" abdl. Only a few have managed to abstain for a while. Usually by replacing their diaper desire with drugs or alcohol. Seriouslt ask yourself, what's really worse to choose from. And you're right. You can't keep going on this way. You MUST learn to accept this is a part of who you are. This isn't just a recreational fetish you can quit. And we don't get to choose who or what we love. Andnyes, that absolutely includes loving inaminate objects or even the idea of them. Being a diaper lover is neither illegal nor immoral. But diapers do bring us stress relief and happiness. So what is the real issue with you hating yourself like this? Let me guess. Someone close to you doesn't approve, right? They are misinformed and think you're a sexual deviant. Am I close? You'd be surprised how common that story is. And how wrong others are for judging you and making you feel this way. My recommendation. Go talk to a therapist. Think of them as life coaches who can help you get through tough times. Maybe even have them talk to those who are hating on you right now too. -
This morning was very similar to yesterday. I felt myself start pooping again as I woke up then it finished on its own right after I got out of bed. I delayed cleaning up and had another smaller poop while I checked on the garden. Last night I had a poop incident after dinner while I was relaxing with a video game. I didn't get any warning this time before it started pushing its way out. It hit me with a bunch of uncomfortable, uncontrollable, pushing, cramping, get it all out now type waves after I got up and made my way to the bathroom to wait for it to end. -
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"Uh huh, yeah, uh huh," Alex tried to pay attention to the talking head in front of him. The speaker, another Little, had recognized him and came up to him as he sat in a mall's food court. He had brown hair neatly combed and wore a suit though he didn't seem to be working. This meant hee was putting a lot of effort into not seeming like a "LITTLE" little. This was fitting. He was rambling on about how best to present Littles to the Amazons, how to counter their propaganda, how to convince them they could be 'real' adults, and the suit was obviously part of that. As if the Amazons cared. As if it mattered at all. As if every one of them, EVERY one, wasn't half a second away from being helplessly bent over a giant lap, getting spanked for putting on airs, and being told about their new life in diapers and nurseries. As if any comment the Amazon's made about their most recent kidnappees wasn't just made up justification for something they were going to do anyway. He'd seen those nurseries. A lot. There was no escape from them, and there was no escape from that fate. They were sitting in the food court of a gigantic mall. Rows of fast food counters, each far too high for a little to see over and far too expensive for most of them to afford, surrounded tables of gigantic Amazons. They all ate in peace, and Alex had sat at a far too big white and red plastic table to think about his plan. He had to reach almost over his head to grab his drink from the table, even with the booster seat provided, but it gave him a moment to himself. Instead, he was interrupted by a Little in a suit. A Little in a suit was always a problem, as they attracted attention. Then again, any outfit could be twisted into an excuse, either playing pretend or too casual to be taken seriously. The only safe outfit for a Little was the baby clothes an Amazon put them in. Frankly, walking around already in baby clothes was the easiest one to avoid being caught, as the other Amazons assumed you are already taken. Alex had had fun with that little tip. "Now, when its comes to actual fighting..." the other Little leaned in closely. "I have some thoughts about that too..." Alex looked at him. He had 'thoughts." Were Littles allowed "thoughts?" If the Amazons were right, they didn't really that were worth listening to, and this dummy's 'thoughts' were going to prove them right. His "thoughts" were going to fail and cause major problems for everyone. Sometimes some had these thoughts of fighting. Against giants multiple times their size. Who were also several times stronger, were the only ones who owned weapons, and had the full backing of the law. Unsurprisingly, not one worked. Alex had tried himself a thousand times. The last one seemed promising. Inviting a genius level (for a Little, he supposed) diplomat from a world entirely built by Littles seemed promising. Alex was stunned when he heard of it- society, buildings, even planes, all built by Littles, suddenly accessible by a strange portal they had build themselves. It gave him a brief moment of hope that they could actually find their way out of this. Then he saw their plan. It was clear the Amazons had no real intent to meet her as an equal and that she was walking into a trap. No one else saw it, or believed him when he told them. Alex bet she'd last a week before she was in a diaper reciting some tirade about how Littles were better off as babies for the Amazon's hungry cameras. The other world might find building that portal was their biggest mistake as more and more of them found themselves imprisoned in nurseries they didn't even know existed. He should have known not to get his hopes up. Littles WERE that dumb. All of them. Even those from worlds where they ran the world and built airplanes. Himself included, but at least he saw it. The Little in front of him was telling his 'plan.' Alex already knew it was bound to fail. If he carried it out, he was going to get himself caught into a particularly harsh punishment. Not just a nursery, but a cage. Worse, he was going to get OTHER Littles into the same, and cause lasting damage to their own cause. Again, all Littles were dumb, but some were Particularly dumb. This one was particularly dumb. "NO Little needs diapers. NO Little WANTS diapers, and we'll get them all out..." Alex smirked behind his cup. Oh no, of course. How could ANY little POSSIBLY want to wear diapers? He shuffled in his seat, enjoying the feeling of his padding, and wondered if the Particularly Dumb Little heard the crinkle. At the far end, was what was distracting him. It was a store, titled "Littles Paradise." Massive glass walls showed off 'normal', ie giant like, clothes sized for littles. Behind it was the opposite. Locking strollers, locking pacifiers, paddles for spankings, and endless diapers, again, with locks, stocked the rest of the shelves. The store itself was a trap, and one Alex wanted to fall for. If he told people he wanted to wear diapers on his own he'd be a weirdo and sign other Littles should be adopted. If he openly looked for an Amazon couple to adopt him, he'd be a traitor. However, if he accidently fell for a trap that just happened to give him the exact result he wanted, and get 'forced' into a baby lifestyle by people several times his size? Well then, he couldn't be blamed, there was nothing he could do. He had been planning this even as these little should-be-diapered brats talked to him about resistance and expected him to help. This is why they spoke to him. On the outside, he was a writer and champion of Little's rights. On the inside, all he wanted was an Amazon, and the RIGHT amazon, to finally put him in his place. If his timing was right, that Amazon was fifteen minutes from walking into the trap store. If his plan was right, she was ten minutes from adopting her newest Little- Alex, and he'd prove he was the goodest diapered Little in the world. He smiled at the thought. Another Little was coming near. This one was caught, she was locked into a stroller pushed by giants. Based on her brown stained, overflowing diaper, t shirt with "Stinky Butt" written on it, and face twisted into a look of horror and disgust, she was in the middle of learning a VERY valuable lesson about what it meant for a Little to be in diapers with an Amazon determining when they got changed. She squirmed, clearly itchy and hot, as the lesson got stronger and stronger. It was a lesson Alex already knew was true, and hoped to be taught by a strict, caring Amazon soon. He looked at the passing Little, pinched his nose shut, and winked at her, letting her know what a smelly Little brat he thought she was. She pouted at him, upset that even another little was coming in on the teasing. Still, good lesson for her, and fair since he wanted to get the same soon. "Is something wrong Little Stinker? Learning why you don't argue over getting changed in public?" The Amazon Mommy asked the squirming Little as they passed. Alex chuckled. So it was a well deserved lesson. A muffled moan came as a reply, and the Amazon stopped. "Hmm, seems you might need a bit more help with your lesson." The Little squealed from behind her pacifier, and her Amazon Mommy lifted her straight out of the stroller. She sat down on a bench and put the whining Little on her lap facing out. "Time for your horsey ride, Stinky Butt!" the Amazon said. With massive hands that covered most of the Little's torso, she held the squirming brat in place and bounced her up and down on her knee, each bounce bringing another SQUELCH from her overflowing diaper and a groan from the Little. "Tsk tsk tsk, stinky stinky stinky," The Amazon said. "Just look at that messy diaper! And to think, only a few weeks ago you thought you were a regular adult who deserved thongs! How silly! I'm going to take you back to your old "Accountant Firm" in your proper underwear and show them the truth, what do you think of that?" The Little teared up. She looked at Alex for comfort, and instead he smiled and waggled his finger at her misbehavior. She whined and closed her eyes. "What was that?" The particularly dumb Little in a suit asked. He looked behind himself at the bouncing Little, and turned away blushing. "Oh, nothing. Things like that happen all the time at this mall." Alex was counting on it. "You were saying?" Alex made eye contact with the still speaking Little who still hadn't realized he was better off in pampers. Well, time for a lesson even a Particularly Dumb Little could understand before he hurt far more people then just himself. Alex had worked long to find the right Amazon couple to be his new Mommy and Daddy, and had planned ahead to ensure he got the ones he wanted. Some were too poor, and couldn't afford a good lifestyle for a Little. Some were cruel, treating their Littles as more prisoners then babies. Some were the opposite, and didn't give Littles the spankings they needed to behave. Alex had picked carefully, but this Little would never get the chance. The Little reached for his drink, a giant cup of apple juice, (Alex wasn't sure if he had ordered that or the giants refused to serve him beer or soda, but either proved the point) and was already shaky trying to hold it. "Wait... what's that on the cup?" Alex asked, making a confused face. He climbed up higher on his chair and bent over the table and reached for the Little's cup, aiming as well as he could. He smirked, realizing that his position probably made his diaper a bit more obvious. Ironic, given what he was about to do. -
By rusty pins · Posted
That is a good idea to keep fresh gas in the tank and let it get low instead of always just topping it off. Not so much in winter or where the weather changes from cold to warm during the day. In those areas of the country or those situations, I've always been told it's better to keep the tank full so cold and warm temps won't cause condensation in your gas tank causing water to mix in with your gas. That is also considered a myth for newer cars with non metal gas tanks and better methods of controlling moisture and the fact that less air is in modern gas tanks. Older cars with metal tanks or classic cars from the 50's and 60's have more chance of water in the gas from condensation.
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