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Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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By Kitty Angel · Posted
Thanks for all the feedback I'd love to know if anyone can guess how this will go… your speculations about what comes next are the biggest reward for me. (And sorry to anyone waiting on the new chapters of TLS; I've let myself get a little too sidetracked with other hobbies lately, like learning Godot and making videos about the process of creating my first game. The story is still coming on, just very slowly) 2. My Preparation I read up everything I could find on littles. I wanted to know everything that could go wrong; having decided that a cousin I’d not seen in years was going to be my little, I needed to be sure that I could make it work for her, and that I knew how to make her enjoy it. The hardest part would be getting her into the right headspace, but I’d learned a lot of basic psychology in the time I’d been dating Ffrances, and I knew that the biggest part was the environment. If I could get her comfortable with just a few childish things, maybe a cutesy nickname, then I could build on that. And if she was surrounded by the right environment for a toddler, it would be so much easier for her to slip into her headspace without even noticing. I had some neighbours around for drinks the day after the first message, so I made sure to get some good photos. People after a few drinks, doing dumb things that they would groan about being reminded of in the morning. Not anything that would give a bad impression; more good friends with lowered inhibitions, not the kind of drunkenness I might have seen in my college days. I didn’t send any pictures of the room Tess would be living in, because I wanted her to be surprised. What I did do for her room was pick out paint, furniture, and details that would be perfect for a toddler. I wasn’t sure yet what her little age would be, so I made sure there was stuff in there suitable for any age from 9 months to 9 years. That was practically her real age anyway, so she might not discard everything without a thought, and then I could work on gradually expanding the age range of things she would be willing to play with. The biggest effort went into getting the walls painted. I could have done it myself, but I wanted it to look perfect. Thankfully there were friends I could call on. A local guy who I’d done some favours for in the past could be persuaded to come in the same day, and give the room a complete makeover. Not just the paint work, but a decorative border set slightly higher than normal, a door handle a couple of inches above the most common height, and shifting the light switches and outlets just a little, would create a subconscious impression that the room was smaller than it seemed; or help the girl waking up here to feel a little smaller than usual. I’d already seen in her father’s emails that Tess didn’t like anyone mentioning her height, so I had to make sure that there was nothing she would actually notice was off. I needed to make her feel small in a safe place; not feel like I was calling her small. It reassured me, as well. If she was constantly picking fights if someone treated her like a child, she would put up a wall between herself and the rest of the world. If I could get her to understand that she was still a cute little one, I could help her to get over that. To make the most of her natural cuteness, so she could enjoy it rather than always being in denial. Of course I couldn’t be sure that she actually was that cute, because asking for a picture would have seemed weird. But I had no doubt that she would become just as adorable as she’d been ten years before. Once the decoration was done, I started on the furniture. The bed in there was a camp bed, that had only seem occasional use when college friends came to stay over, but it was quickly packed away and stashed at the back of the attic. I found a new bed for her, with a wooden headboard made of twisted vertical rods. The kind of thing that might be reminiscent of a baby’s crib, without any distinct point you could put your finger on. Slightly larger than a standard size as well, which made it harder to find cute character bedding decked out with princesses and stars, but a person with enough determination could find anything. A bigger bed could help her feel nice and small, and she wouldn’t even notice the extra eight inches without something to compare it to. The same for the increased height; it wasn’t something that most people would even notice. It took more than a week to get everything ordered; and then once it was delivered I spent an hour every evening pushing the furniture around, trying different layouts. In the end I settled on the first rough arrangement that I’d tried, just with the changing table on the opposite side of the window. Still, the movement had served its purpose. The vivid pink carpet no longer looked or smelled new; there were faint marks that would never quite fade where the a bookcase full of heavy textbooks had stood for a week and a half. It gave the impression that this was a room that had been used as a nursery for several years before I even moved in; so my baby wouldn’t be suspicious. And the smell of paint had already faded. Everything was perfect. I had three more days to plan. I still needed to think about some things; I needed to make sure that I wasn’t going to upset my new baby. I needed to be sure that she would be happy here, and for that to work she needed to know that I wasn’t mocking her, that I didn’t see her as a child. I would be her friend, until she was comfortable letting her little side out around me. * * * “You sure she’ll like it?” Ffrances asked, when we were reclining on the couch after a tough hour of moving furniture around. And other activities; which were just as tiring, but came with more immediate rewards. We’d probably have to change the bedding in the nursery again before Tess arrived, but we still had a few days to do that. I’d told my cousin Trish and her family that Ffrances and I were away enjoying ourselves, having finally got work schedules that allowed us to take a vacation at the same time. It wasn’t really a lie; we’d only been back for a day when I got the first email from Grandma Forton. But if Tess noticed anything out of place, it would be easier to dismiss her concerns if she thought that I just hadn’t had time to get the room ready for a child her age. “Tess?” I answered, not quite sure what the right thing to say would be. “Yeah. I mean, you said she likes pink, but isn’t that a bit too much?” “She’ll love it. She’s just… look, I can trust you, right?” “What kind of question is that to ask your girlfriend?” “Yeah, I was just thinking too much. Like, I’m nervous about it. But I think I should tell you the truth…” It was a long conversation, but I’m sure she understood. 3. My Confession “Tess told me a secret,” I whispered. It wasn’t just that whispering gave me an excuse to move a fraction of an inch closer, or that I loved to breathe right into Ffrances’s ear and feel her shiver with anticipation. Because the things I was about to tell her were a real secret, and if she didn’t keep it to herself it would hurt both me and my beloved baby cousin. “What kind of secret?” “She’s… I’m not sure I even know the word for it. Tess’s mom, Trish, had a big bust up with Uncle Phil, right? I might have mentioned it. It’s not that important right now, but after that half of them wouldn’t talk to them anymore. The kid always had this huge extended family, right? Experts in everything, a small army who all had each other’s back. And now her mum insulted their church, their faith, and the town they grew up in. They were pretty much ostracised. Tess didn’t know what was going on, she just knew she wasn’t seeing her aunts and uncles anymore. Trish and John both threw themselves into work to get over it, from what I heard. And they weren’t paying so much attention to Tess.” I didn’t see her nod, but I felt her moving against my chest. She was listening, paying full attention to my words. She believed it too, which was no big surprise because it was all very easy to believe, even if she didn’t know the people involved. “Anyway, she felt a little left out. And then she’s been bullied at school too. Not recently, but it was pretty bad when she was younger. She went from having this huge extended family all doting on her, and a tight group of friends at school, to a new school with nobody who cares and parents who barely have time to show her that they still care. She wasn’t old enough to properly understand then, and she felt like her childhood was kind of tainted. So now…” “Like she wants to catch up on what she missed?” “Yeah, that’s what I get. She reached out to me because she remembered playing together when she was a kid. She’s my cousin once removed or something, I’m not sure the right terminology, but to her I think I was more like the cool young aunt. A symbol of the bits of childhood she enjoyed, so she jumped at the chance for me to look after her again. She wants to recapture her childhood, see, and her parents leaving the country again was a perfect excuse. She couldn’t tell them that, and she’s embarrassed to admit it even to me. She’s always felt like she’s under so much pressure to grow up and be responsible, see, but really she wants somewhere she can be nurtured and find out what childhood would have been like if she was loved and supported. She wants to go back to being the little kid with everybody looking out for her again.” “I think I can see that. If she can still be mature enough to get her schoolwork done, or whatever, I think that’s pretty neat. And you’re going to such lengths to create a good environment for her. What are her parents going to say about the pink? Wouldn’t it be better to change everything up after she moves in, so you know she’ll like it?” “I thought about that. But I had to work with the days Malcolm was available. And her parents, well. They’ve not spoken to anyone in the family since Trish’s big meltdown. So all they know about this place is that I moved here after uni. If they question it, I’ll tell them it was like that when I moved in. I’ll give her the chance to make any changes she wants, anyway. It’s all about making her feel safe as soon as she arrives, so she knows she doesn’t have to be embarrassed. I bet she’ll still have a hell of a time trying to admit it out loud, after all those years of people shaming her for acting childish at all. But at least this way, she can see how it feels before we have to have any serious conversations. She can deny what she wants without having to give it up. And making it look like it’s always been like that, I think there are other benefits. Like she won’t feel self-conscious. I don’t want her to know how much effort I’m putting in, I don’t want her to feel like she owes me. If the furniture is a bit worn, and the carpet is stamped down, there’s no nagging feelings of guilt over asking for something weird.” Ffrances nodded slowly, and I could imagine the thoughts jostling around in her head right now. I hoped she would understand, and she wouldn’t have a problem with all this. It all made sense, I was sure of that, even if I wasn’t technically speaking the truth now. I knew that Tess wanted to be young again, that much was clear, but she hadn’t had the courage to come out and say it even to me. But when she contacted me so soon after I realised I wanted a little to care for, it could only have been fate. Tess was in the dark about my decorating attempts as much as her parents, but I was sure that it wouldn’t take long for her to realise how much she loved it. And with Ffrances helping out, I was sure it would be that much easier to make it feel real for her. “You really got in this girl’s head, didn’t you? Repressed desires, and providing an avenue to express them in a healthy way. You picked up something from those psych seminars, then?” “I picked up the best thing to ever happen to me,” I chuckled, and nibbled her ear. The conversation about Tess was over for now, I was sure. There wasn’t much need for understanding human psychology in my line of work, but I’d found it interesting enough that I’d taken a two-module elective in the last year of university. I’d spent most of the course ignoring the slides on the whiteboard, drawing distracted sketches of the teaching assistant’s ass. I would never have had the courage to say anything, but apparently my gaze was too direct to overlook, and she’d offered me a private tutorial after I struggled with one of the exams. Three years later, she was seriously considering moving in with me; so there was no way I could have forgotten that particular part of my education. -
By Joey_AB_DL · Posted
Not sure if it helps: you may feel lost and you are not alone. Many ABDL's struggle with this. I too get hung up on the desire to wear and become "diaper dependent" or incon at times. The "romantic" side of my obsession with diapers rationalizes that if I were incon, I could justify all the time, and the world would accept me. The reality of incontinence and diaper dependency is probably not what I think it will be. I have accepted myself finally and realize its all about balance. I don't want ABDL to define who I am, and yes it is part of who I am. Oh, and I too was raised Catholic, so the guilt associated with ABDL is strong. Societal norms have made diapers as an adult taboo, but factor in the guilt of being catholic and the struggle becomes all consuming. You will find great advice here, and your fellow ABDL's here will help you on your journey. The truth is, only you (with help from a good therapist)will find the answers. Stay the path with your therapist and I hope you find balance and the answers. Joey -
My journey back to babyhood – Part 12 It had grown quiet again in my room. From a distance, I could hear Rita and Hellen chatting, but their voices were too far away for me to make out what they were saying. I was very tired and soon fell asleep while reading my Spider-Man comic. I didn’t wake up again until I felt a slight chill on my legs. Rita was checking my diaper again. “Hi, Daniel,” Rita said when she saw that I had opened my eyes a little. “We have to put new pants on you for the night. Can you lift your legs?” Still sleepy, I did as she asked. Rita opened my diaper and began cleaning my testicles and my little weeny with cold, damp wipes. “Hellen, can you please get me a new diaper from the top drawer?” “Hellen?” I wondered—and only then did I realize that Hellen was also in the room and present for my next diaper change. A small shiver ran down my spine. Since I was wearing diapers, I must have lost my right to privacy, I thought. Could anyone now watch me being cleaned, no matter where, when, or by whom? It seemed so. I remembered how Mrs. Boulding once had to clean up my best friend during my time in kindergarten. He had messed his pants during recess while we were playing hide-and-seek. Back then, he was still wearing diapers. And after his big accident, he was teased a lot. Luckily, Mrs. Boulding took care of him and always had a stack of diapers on hand for situations like this. She took him into her office, while I peeked through the window and envied my friend. I wished I were in his place. I watched as Mrs. Boulding laid him down, opened his diaper, and took a handful of wet toilet paper to clean his bottom of the brown mess. My friend cried the whole time, and Mrs. Boulding tried to calm him down. Today it was me lying here, while Rita’s sister attending my diaper change. But luckily, without poop and without tears. Rita took the pink diaper that Hellen had handed her and placed it under my bottom. “I’ll also give him some painkillers and a fever suppository. That will help him recover.” Seconds later, I felt my anus stretch as Rita’s finger entered me to push the suppository in as far as possible. I doubted it would find its way back out before it dissolved in my intestines. My bottom twitched, and a small stream of urine escaped from my little penis. “We’d better tape you back up,” Rita smiled and secured my diaper. Then she turned to Hellen: “Can you get a pair of PVC pants too?” Hellen opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of transparent pants. “Those look pretty big,” said Hellen as she held a pair of huge PVC pants up to her face and peered through them. “They’re perfect,” replied Rita. “I don’t want to have to change the sheets again first thing tomorrow morning.” With Hellen’s help, Rita pulled the pants over my legs and bottom until they reached almost up to my chest. When I looked down, I could see the pink diaper shimmering through the soft plastic material. Rita took the bag with my used diaper and left the room. Hellen was also on her way out, but turned around one last time at the door. “Daniel, before I go, I’d like to ask if I could have your Spider-Man drawing. It’s so cute and would be a really nice keepsake for me.” “Oh, of course,” I stammered, surprised but also flattered, “but it’s not quite finished yet. Let me finish it up before you go.” Half an hour later, Hellen had put on her coat and came to say goodbye. She found my finished little drawing on my nightstand. “Oh, that’s so sweet of you. It will definitely get a very special place in my apartment.” “For Ms. Hellen,” I had added. And: “XOX Danny” in childish handwriting. Rita and I were alone again. Since I’d already had a fresh diaper, Rita just had to help me with dinner while I watched a few cartoons on TV. I watched until 9 p.m., then Rita came back in to turn off the TV. “You should go to sleep now,” she said. “And you need to be well-rested for tomorrow when Susan comes back.” Susan? Oh, right, I thought, and almost regretted that Rita would leave us tomorrow. That night I had a very nice dream. I was six years old again and standing in Mrs. Boulding’s office, dressed head to toe in a Spider-Man costume. Except this time, it wasn’t Mrs. Boulding but Mrs. Hellen who was my teacher. And she told me that real superheroes wear diapers because they don’t have time to go to the bathroom. Then she pulled down my pants and put a thick red-and-blue Spider-Man diaper on me. With my obviously padded bottom, I returned to the playground and began saving my kindergarten friends. I felt like a real superhero. I ran around, from the sandbox to the swing, to the slide, while my diaper kept getting bigger and bigger. And after it was even filled with poop, I had extra superpowers and could handle the toughest tasks. I was just about to save my best friend from falling off the carousel when he stopped me and suddenly asked why I was running around like a madman in my poop-filled pants. Stunned by his question, I woke up. Some dreams are like a soap bubble and vanish from your memory as soon as you wake up. But this one was very vivid and felt almost real. So real that I was afraid I’d pooped in my diaper again. Luckily, no superpoop had come out, but judging by how thick my diaper was, Spidey had peed quite a bit during his missions. Still in my dream, Rita came in and I got my next baby breakfast. And after all my adventures that night, I was naturally hungry. to be continued... -
By wetdiaper55 · Posted
I think Amber is more a sister than anything . That is all Paul was close to growing up . They fight like brother and sister .That is my thoughts .
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