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I wonder: Does the non-consensual aspect provide “the thrill” for him? (I.e. his urges just wouldn’t be satisfied any other way) Is he ABDL aware that there are people who would engage in his activities, whether professionally or personally? (From the news articles, there do not seem to be any complaints of non-payment, only that it’s non-consensual). And lastly, I wonder what is the shortcoming of the legal system for this to keep happening. Most people would likely be deterred after one arrest— at least enough to find another outlet for their “diaper fix”. His behavior points to some very apparent psychological issues, which brings up the question of what kind of treatment he’s received. (I.e. court-ordered counseling / therapy?) -
By Little_Mouse · Posted
If they are stiff enough, you might be able to use them as rocking chairs for babies. -
By Snugglebear_69 · Posted
Rearz used to have a bunch which my Daddy got for me. Not sure if they still sell them but worth a look. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
PART THREE UNPOTTY TRAINING A spanking more severe than the last ones was my punishment for being out of my crib. Mom removed my diaper, took me to the chair, and started vigorously laying the paddle to my painful red butt. All I could think about was my butt and the pain. When she finally stopped, I resigned myself to just do just what I was told, to go along with this expecting that it would never last long. She would make her point with me, get tired of her "project" and then let me be my grownup self again. Following her instructions I laid on the changing table on my tummy. After she pulled my diaper off she shoved something in my butt with a finger. She applied ointment all over the raw skin of my bottom and then turned me over. She laid two cloth diapers together and accordion folded them. I raised my hips again, she slid them under me, pulled them up between my legs and pinned them on with pink baby diaper safety pins. The diapers were a thicker bulk between my legs. She followed that with a pair of pink plastic pants, pulling them over both feet and wiggling them up and over the diaper. She let them snap in place around my waist and I felt both trapped and resentful at the same time. I felt as if the plastic pants represented my whole confinement and the reduction of status in my life. The cloth did feel warm and soft against my sore body, but I didn't like the sound the plastic pants made. It was pure humiliation to let her put me in these. She sat me up and I swung my legs over the side of the table. As I did so the plastic pants billowed out in front like a balloon as all of the air was pushed up and out by my movements. She gave me two pills, and made me take them with water from a baby's tippy cup. As I tried put my legs together I could feel the bulk of the diaper between my legs. I couldn't quite touch my knees together. She got a hair brush and spent a long time untangling my mass of hair and getting it off of my face. She finished by putting it into a ponytail. When she got me down from the changing table I could feel the inside of my thighs squeezing the diaper bulk together. The elastic on the legs of the plastic pants were very tight around my inner thighs. "We're going to step back a little further in your training at first, since you still don't understand who you are yet. Get down on your hands and knees, Crissie." I got down gingerly as it hurt to move around, the diapers pressing against my raw bottom. She opened the gate to the playpen and told me to crawl in. She shut the gate and clipped some type of lock on it. There was carpeting on the floor so it felt warm, but when I tried to sit it hurt too much. I rolled on my side. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Be good." She then left but this time didn't close the door. I stood up for a while, the tops of my shoulders just even with the top edge of the crib. I could rest my head on the edge without having to lean forward very much. She returned after awhile, unlatched the gate, then went and sat on the chair. She said "Crawl over here to mommy." I almost screamed thinking I might be getting another round of spanking, but I crawled over somewhat obediently. She had me sit in her lap, rather than lay across. That gave me a sigh of relief. I lay back in her arm and she pulled me close to her body. She then gave me a pink baby bottle with some weird dandelion tea in it. It took me a little while to get the rhythm of sucking and swallowing. I felt really silly in her arms sucking on a bottle with her slowly rocking me. It felt good to be against her warm body since I still had only a diaper on. My nipples had been hard for some time, and even though I don't have any breasts to speak of, the nipples are still very sensitive. When I was finished she put me back in the crib, took my glasses off, left the room, and locked the door behind her. I laid there awhile trying to make out my room, but it was just a complete blur. Not even an hour later I had to poop really bad, I wanted to use the toilet but knew I was locked in the room. I also didn't want to chance being caught out of the crib again. I held it in as long as I could but soon I had strong cramps followed by several squirts that filled my diaper. The feeling of pooping myself was disgusting to me, and I started to cry. I hated the sticky glob in my crotch. My mother must have heard my crying, because she came in the room. She reached through the bars of the crib and put her hand on the back of my diapers to check them. I told her I needed to be changed, but she refused. She pushed her hand against the back crotch area to smoosh it in. It really felt awful. "No, I want you to get used to the feeling of a full and wet diaper. And you will, remember those pills I gave you?""Yes, mommy." "Well, one of those was a strong laxative, and the other a diuretic which makes you pee, and the dandelion tea is also a diuretic. I want my baby wetting and pooping herself as much as possible until I'm sure you're thinking and acting like a baby. You'll stay in only a diaper for right now, maybe later we'll get you dressed." I realized I was in for a bad experience, and started to cry again. She had me sit up (I could feel the poop oozing around my cheeks and in my crack) and take some more pills, this time three. Mom hugged me, and kissed me on the forehead."This time you got a laxative, a diuretic, and the last one was a sleeping pill. It will help you sleep this afternoon just like a baby. You'll have a little something to eat when you wake up." She then closed the crib, turned away and left the room, locking the door once again. It took awhile before I feel asleep, but once I did I went out cold. I didn't wake up on my own. Mom came in as the afternoon sunshine was fading and woke me. She got me to the chair again and started to give me a bottle of milk (or so I thought at first). My first taste told me it was most likely formula. It tasted warm, thick, and blah. I started to push it away. "Now, now. Babies must have lots of good formula filled with vitamins. You need to have good things to eat and drink to make you strong and healthy." She pushed in firmly between my lips. "Drink up, sweetie." After a few swallows I begin to get a little used to it. I could feel my diaper oozing between my legs and over my bottom; it was cool and sticky. As I got near the middle of the bottle I begin to fall asleep again. The sleeping pill was way too much for my small frame. Mom had to keep shaking me gently and coaxing me to finish the bottle. When I got through I thought she'd let me sleep again; I was so tired still. However, she pushed another warm wet nipple between my lips. She fed me a second bottle of formula all the while shaking me and patting my bottom to keep me awake until I finished. Finally, with her support, she had me walk over and get on the changing table. She pulled off the plastic pants and the smell from my diapers overwhelmed the room. I felt like it was finally over and she would clean me up and put my real clothes back on. She unpinned the diapers, wash me thoroughly in front, all between my legs, and my entire bottom. She had me pull my legs up and apart so she could clean everything on my backside. The baby wipes smelt good and masked some of the poop smell, although they were a little cold and clammy feeling on my skin. Once mom was satisfied she brought out 2 new diapers and stacked them together. I noticeably groaned at the sight of them. "Ohhh, is baby Crissie still having tummy cramps, hmmm, sweetie?" she said. "No, mommy. I just thought I could wear my underwear again." She smiled at me like any adult smiles at a two-year-old. "Oh, sweetie. You aren't old enough for girl panties. The diapers are just right for you so you don't make messes. I told you, you will get used to these, because you will not use the potty until you're old enough for it." Being so tired and worn out for the day's ordeal, I begin to whimper again. She began to coo at me while continuing to pull the diaper under me. The more she cooed the more I cried. I couldn't help it, I felt like I was falling in to a deep hole and wasn't going to be able to ever climb out. She poked another suppository in my butt, pinned the diapers tightly, pulled on the plastic pants (imprisoned again), and leaned over and hugged me tightly. "There, there. You'll be all right, Mommy's here. I'll take good care of you. You look so pretty in your nice clean diapers and pretty pink pants." She was so soothing and calm I begin to slowly settle down. I felt the plastic pants with my hands, rubbing the diapers underneath and feeling the bulk around my body, down between my legs. It was like wearing a super giganto pad, only I didn't have my period. She fed me two more bottles of formula while I lay in her lap on the chair again. I got a few more pills, then back in the crib. I vaguely remember her coming in later and going through the whole routine again. She had wanted me pooping and I was now a pooping machine. I did not see my mother again that night. I was left alone in my crib, to wet and mess myself throughout the night. I slept very deeply until my tummy would cramp and wake me up. I would poop or pee some more and go right back to sleep. By morning I had filled my diaper beyond the limit, and the pee was leaking on my crib, The room smelled of my poop. When my mother finally came in, she had to open all of the windows. I was very groggy. I didn't say a word, after what had happened the day before, I decided to be a good baby and get this over with as soon as possible. I wanted to be a teenager again, not a baby. I wished I had never gotten that damned video and had never played with myself. At that moment I couldn't even imagine playing with myself, reaching inside the messy diaper. Yecchh! "How's my little one today, huh? My gosh, you're very red," my mother said a little surprised as she unpinned my diaper and cleaned me up. It took her a long time get me all wiped down; my poop was all over my back and front." I guess my baby has a diaper rash as well as a very raw bottom. Mommy will take care of that for you." She got a tube of Desitin from one of the drawers of the dresser, and spread it over my backside, between my legs, and front. Then I was powdered for the first time. The powder smelled so good after the stink. She powdered my chest and underarms, smoothing it in with her warm hands. It felt wonderful having my chest rubbed; not sexually, but just physically. I was diapered and covered in plastic pants, confined yet again. She got me down from the table, had me face her and put one leg up at a time around her waist as she hooked her arms under them. I put my arms around her neck, lay my head on her shoulder, and she carried me out of the nursery while patting my plastic covered bottom. "You were very good and cooperative today, so you may watch TV this morning, but only the tapes I got you, and if you're bad it's back to the nursery, understood?" "Yes, mommy." She put my glasses on me and I was soon sitting on the living room carpet in front of the TV watching a Barney tape. I was so worn out from yesterday and I was still drowsy from the sleeping pills; my mind was numb and Barney just melted into my subconscious. Mommy finally came for me and had me crawl into the kitchen. Sitting next to the dining table was a high chair. I winced at the sight of it; she had thought of everything. This was going to be more difficult to get out of than I had thought. She helped me up into the chair. "Put your hands on your legs, sweetie," she requested. As I did she put the tray over my arms and locked in place, snug against my body. "Just keep your arms under there for right now." Not that I had much choice, I would have to squirm quite a bit to get them free. She then tied a pink bib around my neck. It had baby bears in diapers on the front; at least it covered my bare chest. She went to the counter and brought back 2 bowls and set them on the table. She sat in a chair in front of me and took a spoonful from one with oatmeal. "Open up wide," she smiled. She had used a larger serving-type spoon. It wouldn't go completely into my mouth and as I tried to close around it to get the oatmeal I could feel some dripping off. I quickly realized that she had done this on purpose as after a few spoonfuls I knew I was covered with oatmeal all around my mouth. It didn't matter to me at that moment, it tasted so good since I hadn't had any solid food the day before. She then alternated the oatmeal with warm applesauce. She would scoop the dribbles down my chin with the spoon and push it back in my mouth. I really felt stupid with food all over my face. When she had finally given me the last of the food ("All gone!" she said, like to a baby), she got a warm wet wash cloth and wiped my face down. She then warmed up a bottle of formula in the microwave, came back, sat down and held it to my mouth for me to suck."I like taking care of you, Crissie. I like having a baby again," she told me. I tried to reply and turned my head to get the nipple out of my mouth but she wouldn't let me. "No, finish your bottle. Be good now, ok?" So there I was, I had to pee and began to let it flow, sitting in a babies high chair with a bib around my neck, being fed a bottle by my crazy mother. And yet, as much as I hated it and how she was treating me, I couldn't help but feel different inside. I couldn't put my finger on that feeling. I could feel the warm pee soaking my diaper. I could feel the warmth through the plastic pants with my hands under the tray. She got me down and had me crawl back to the bedroom and into the playpen. I spent the rest of the morning there while mom went back and forth past my door and down the hall doing odd chores. She would check on me every few minutes. She had left a small teddy bear and some teething rings in the playpen. I held them a bit and even chewed on one just for something to do. I drifted in and out of sleep as the sleeping pills continued work on me. The rest of that day went pretty much the same: napping, peeing, pooping, suppositories, several pills after a gooey baby lunch, afternoon naps, a gooey dinner, bottles, more pills, sleeping all night. -
By ValentinesStuff · Posted
Good thing Benny Hill has passed on.
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