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Here is a summary of this 14-year-long thread. These things ruin stories for different readers: I have in many cases summarized and interpreted what people have written. I apologize if not all viewpoints have been accurately represented. * Stupid main character (easy to trick) * Unrealistic content, including not following the rules of the universe (7) * Bad grammar (10) * Information dump at start (4) * Obvious plot, no unexpected twists (2) * Plot is only about diapers and using them, no non-ABDL elements (4) * Story with non-ABDL elements (2) * Prepubescent boys forced into diapers who end up liking them * Gay content (2) * Lesbian content * Homosexual content for the sake of humiliation * Furry content (5) * Sissy content (4) * Adult baby content * Baby talk (2) * Writing style with sentences going on that are impossible to understand (2) * Characters that can't pass the Star Wars original trilogy test (you must be able to describe the character without saying what they look like or did) * Bad spelling (8) * Incomplete sentences * Fast going plot without conflict, not enough detail (4) * Fan fiction (2) * Girls as protagonists * Bad formatting (5) * Complete regression (baby now and forever) * Too many details * Implausible plot * Abandoned stories * For the author: No comments for readers * Magical transformation, e.g. fully transforming bedroom to a nursery in hours * Bad dialogue (3) * Very short stories * Very small people that can wear baby diapers (2) * People who magically becomes incontinent when wearing a diaper (2) * Erotic/sexual scenes/story (8) * Water sports * Unbelievable characters * Desperate character making it to the bathroom instead of pooping their diaper * The main character is the grass * Cookie cutter stories / cliche stories (4) * Infantilizing the world's male population * Rape * A rapist is exonerated * Forced sexual content on minors (2) * Abuse/humiliation of a minor * Main characters are minors (3) * Abuse (3) * BDSM including spankings and public shaming * Magic for the purpose of making littles * Victorian matron dommes * Female violence/domination * Protagonist coming to like their kidnappers because they are secretly ABDLs * Mental regression * Non-consistent plot * Main character suddenly like diapers and babied out of nowhere (2) * Story written as a play, but lack play directions * Misspelling of "crotch" * Repetition of descriptions * Switch between calling them diapers and nappies * The word nappy (2) * Calling pull-ups diapers * Violence (2) * Grossness * Physical measurements of female characters (2) * Too frequent pooping * Too many changing rooms for adult characters, so the don't have to change on the floor or outside * Absurd diaper rules, like bathroom is off-limit, can't change yourself etc. * When a person suddenly develops a diaper fetish * Amazons * Diaper dimension (5) * Fantasy * Lack of quotation marks * incontinence * Off screen diaper usage * No plot * "Improper" contractions such gonna and wanna * Excessive use of contractions * Ads in bought books * Babying of dominant characters * Start by telling the protagonist is average and unremarkable * Telling the protagonist is average, when he/she isn't * Treat the protagonist as a hero because he/she suffer * Overly dark * Adults who are incontinent or wear diapers for fun * MDLB * Dark stories without detail about why * No dialogue * Forced diapering/regression * Stories where diapers can substituted for something else and still be a generic fetish story * Cliche names such as Wetmore * Long timeskips * Characters acting out of character just to serve the plot * Melodrama for the sake of drama * Killing a main character to be edgy * Flat side characters * "They" used refer to singular people * Words like "cummies" or "clitty" (about a penis) * Stories claiming to be real stories For me it is inconsistent or contradictory plot.  

My wife and I have a general rule about not using phones at the dinner table, but she understands most of my phone activity is related to work. I will excuse myself for pressing stuff, but normally I will only glance at it to make sure it isn't serious and wait until later. 

This is the longest chapter so far I think. I tried to re-read and fix any inconsistencies but feel free to point any out. Happy for any feedback. Chapter Six: Day one The smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted Cassidy as she made her way into the sunlit kitchen, her yellow overalls swishing gently with each step. The fabric did a remarkable job of smoothing out the profile of the daytime brief, hiding the crisp white wings and pastel botanical print beneath. Up top, her fitted white bodysuit held everything securely against her torso, keeping the waistband flat and snug. "Cute outfit, sunshine," Jenna said, setting a plate of scrambled eggs and warm toast onto the counter. She pushed a tall glass of orange juice toward her daughter. Cassidy hoisted herself up onto the tall wooden kitchen barstool where she usually ate breakfast. "Thanks Mom." Sitting down was a strangely structured sensation. The thick core of the brief compressed against the hard wooden seat, providing a dense, gentle cushion. It wasn't uncomfortable—in fact, it felt surprisingly cozy—but it was an unmistakable, constant physical reminder of her six-month commitment. "How are you adjusting to everything so far?" Jenna asked, leaning against the counter with her own mug of coffee. "Physically, I mean. Is it pinching or rubbing anywhere?" "No, not at all," Cassidy replied, taking a sip of her juice. "The inner fabric is super soft. It's just... the mental part. Remembering that I don't need to get up every time I feel a little pressure." Jenna gave her a warm, understanding nod. "It’s a huge habit to break. Just take it one step at a time, Cass. Oh, don't forget—Saffron sent a reminder to the parent portal. You need to log your morning hydration and diaper status before your support group Zoom call at two." "Right, the app," Cassidy remembered, pulling her phone from her overalls pocket. She opened the EcoCare Youth Ambassador portal. The sleek interface prompted her with two main tracking logs: Hydration Record: She logged her morning glass of juice and her afternoon water bottle, watching the green progress bar tick up toward her daily recommended goal. Product Log: She tapped the screen to record her morning diaper change—noting the time, the brief type (EcoCare Bloom Daytime Brief), and confirming that her overnight brief had done its job without leaks. A cheerful, animated green leaf bounced across the screen, displaying a badge that read: Log Up to Date! Great job, Ambassador! Cassidy smiled faintly, setting the phone down on her desk when she returned to her bedroom twenty minutes later to prepare for the call. Her laptop sat on the desk, screen dark. She pulled her padded chair out and sat down, leaning forward to wake the computer up. But just as her fingers touched the trackpad, a sudden, heavy pressure bloomed across her lower belly. The orange juice she’d logged earlier was demanding attention. Her bladder was completely full—not an emergency, but insistent enough that sitting through a group call without addressing it was out of the question. Her initial, sixteen-year-old muscle memory kicked in: Push back the chair, stand up, run down the hall. She caught herself, freezing in place. The thick padding compressed beneath her thighs in the desk chair cut the impulse short. No running to the bathroom, she reminded herself. Her heart gave a nervous flutter. She had used her overnight brief laying in the dark, in bed, but using it while seated in her desk chair—pressing her weight directly down into the core—felt terrifyingly risky. What if the pressure forced liquid out through the leg gathers? What if it pooled around her hips? "You're fine," she whispered to the empty room, resting her hands flat against the wooden desk. "Saffron said the core is engineered for sitting. The leg gathers are standing up. You checked them yourself." She forced herself to stay in the chair, closing her eyes and taking three slow, deliberate breaths. Her body resisted at first, tight and hesitant against the seated posture. But the physical pressure was too strong to ignore. She concentrated on loosening her core, trusting the secure fit her mother had helped her achieve earlier. With a sudden, warm release, the barrier broke. Cassidy gasped softly, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as a flood of heat filled the center of the brief. For two breathless seconds, she braced for a leak—but the EcoCare high-capacity channels worked instantly. The liquid was drawn downward into the core, locked away from her skin before it could spread to the edges. The brief swelled snugly against her hips and the seat of her chair, replacing the intense pressure with a heavy, soothing warmth. She let out a long, trembling exhale, her shoulders slumping in sheer relief. Sitting in her own chair, completely dry on the outside, she patted the side of her overalls. Nothing was wet. The leak guards had held perfectly. A soft chime echoed from her laptop speaker—the Zoom waiting room was opening. Wiping a tiny bead of nervous sweat from her forehead, Cassidy smoothed down her yellow overalls, straightened her hair, and clicked *Join with Video.* The grid of thumbnail videos expanded across Cassidy’s laptop screen, revealing a gallery of nervous, smiling faces. Saffron sat front and center in a brightly lit, plant-filled office, looking as calm and collected as ever. “Welcome, everyone!” Saffron’s voice buzzed through Cassidy’s headphones. “How are we feeling about the physical adjustment to natural use? Be honest—this is a safe space.” For a second, everyone stayed muted, glancing awkwardly at their webcams. Leo the cute but scrawny blonde boy was the first to un-mute, uncomfortably shifting in his gaming chair. “Honestly? It’s the mental lock,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “My brain literally refuses to cooperate. I stood in my kitchen for ten minutes this morning telling myself it was fine, but my body just kept saying, ‘Nope, you need a toilet.’ I had to turn the sink faucet on just to get started.” Kiara, the girl Cass had spoken to the most, let out a loud laugh, nodding vigorously in her video frame. “Oh, totally, same here! The first time was so scary. You feel like you’re doing something illegal in your own bedroom. But once you actually let go and realize it doesn’t leak down your leg, this weird wave of relief hits you.” She leaned closer to her camera, dropping her voice to a dramatic whisper. “Though, doing it while standing up? At least as a girl, an absolute trip.” Maya raised her hand slightly in her frame. “Can we talk about doing it while sitting down? Because that’s where I’m struggling. Standing is one thing, but sitting down feels so much riskier—like you’re pressing all the moisture directly against yourself. I’ve been forcing myself to stand up every single time today because I’m terrified of squeezing it out the sides.” A dark-haired boy in the top-right frame unmuted next his label identified him as Ethan. "I hear that," he chimed in, leaning toward his mic with an amused, self-deprecating smile. "I was playing video games earlier and tried to go without getting up. I ended up pausing the game and sitting there staring at the ceiling for five straight minutes just trying to convince my brain I wasn't going to ruin my desk chair." Cassidy looked down at her own lap, feeling the heavy, comfortable warmth of the brief she had just used moments before logging onto the call. A small, confident smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She clicked her mute button. “Actually, Maya, and Ethan I was worried about that too,” Cassidy chimed in, her voice surprisingly steady. “I’m sitting down right now, and I used mine literally thirty seconds before joining the call. The core seems to lock it away super fast. As long as the leg gathers are pulled out properly when you put it on, sitting down doesn’t cause leaks at all.” Leo’s eyes widened on his feed. “Wait, you went right before the call?! You look completely relaxed! I would’ve been sweating bullets.” “It takes a second to get past the brain barrier,” Cassidy admitted with a slight laugh, shifting in her chair as the dense padding compressed gently beneath her. “It definitely feels weird feeling it swell up while you’re just sitting at a desk, but the EcoCare core really holds it all in. You just have to trust the product.” Saffron beamed through the screen, clapping her hands together softly. “That’s a massive milestone, Cassidy! Trusting the product is the hardest hurdle for most Ambassadors. Once you stop treating it like an emergency backup and start treating it as your primary routine, the anxiety melts away.” “It’s still so weird not walking into a bathroom when you get that feeling, though,” Kiara added, adjusting her headset. “Like, my bathroom is right across the hall, and walking past the open door without going in feels like breaking a rule I’ve followed my whole life.” “That’s the beauty of the immersion,” Saffron explained warmly. “You’re rewiring a lifelong habit for this campaign. By the time we shoot on next Friday that hesitancy will be completely gone—and that quiet, unbothered confidence is exactly what the camera is going to capture.” Listening to her fellow models nod in agreement, Cassidy leaned back in her chair. The initial embarrassment was fading, replaced by a shared sense of camaraderie. They were all adapting, step by step, turning a daunting contract requirement into their new, collective normal. Saffron leaned closer to her camera, her expression turning business-like yet encouraging. "Now, as you all know, this initial week-long immersion phase is designed to give you time to adjust. But we have a very important update regarding our production timeline." She clicked her mouse, and a shared screen popped up over the video grid, displaying a polished call sheet. "Our first official advertisement shoot—the main print and video spots for the EcoCare Youth: Natural & Free campaign—is scheduled for next Friday," Saffron announced. "That gives you six full days to build up your confidence, get used to the daily routine, and practice moving, walking, and sitting comfortably in the product." Leo unmuted, his eyes widening. "Wait, so next Friday is the big one? Where are we shooting?" "We’re keeping things in a completely private, controlled environment," Saffron explained soothingly. "We’ve rented out a closed studio loft downtown—no outside onlookers, no public foot traffic, and a completely briefed, close-knit crew. The set is built to look like a sunlit, cozy apartment lounge with soft floor cushions, modern furniture, and natural lighting." Maya raised her hand slightly in her frame. "What kind of shots are we doing?" "This shoot is all about radical authenticity and comfortable living," Saffron answered, her voice warm and clear. "While part of the shoot will feature our branded loungewear, several key hero shots and behind-the-scenes video segments will feature you wearing just the EcoCare Youth briefs— paired with cropped tees or unzipped hoodies. Your diapers will be visible on camera for those takes. We want to show off the sleek design, the pastel botanical prints, and how naturally they fit a young person's body." A quiet pause fell over the call as the models processed the information. Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous grin tugging at his mouth. "So... full exposure on set? Like, standing around in just our diapers in front of the lighting team?" "In a completely supportive, professional, and private setting, yes," Saffron nodded reassuringly. "Every member of the crew has signed strict confidentiality agreements, and the environment is designed to make you feel empowered, not exposed. We'll also have a private changing area set up in the back for fresh applications and touch-ups throughout the day. You won't be on camera in a used one either." Cassidy felt a sudden, electric wave of nerves flutter in her chest. Up until now, the daytime briefs had been tucked safely under heavy denim overalls or loose sweatpants. The idea of standing under bright studio lights with her diaper fully exposed to a camera crew was daunting—yet strangely thrilling. It was the heart of the campaign. Real, unapologetic, and completely visible. "Our goal for this week," Saffron continued, sweeping her gaze across the video boxes, "is for each of you to get completely comfortable in your own skin—and in the product. Wear your assigned daytime and nighttime briefs continuously, log your fluids faithfully in the app, and don't hide them away under three layers of oversized clothes at home. By Friday, when the director calls 'Action!', being seen in your EcoCare brief shouldn't feel like a vulnerability—it should just feel like high-fashion activewear." "Now, before we wrap up today," Saffron said warmly, sweeping her gaze across the video grid, "I noticed the group text chat has been basically silent since orientation." The models exchanged sheepish glances across their webcams. "I strongly encourage all of you to start using the group chat over the next six days," Saffron urged with a kind smile. "Don't bottle up your nerves or tackle this immersion week in isolation. Text each other when you're feeling anxious, share your milestones, joke about the weird moments, and lean on one another. You four are a team, and going through this together will make Friday so much easier." "Will do, Saffron," Kiara said, giving a thumbs-up to her camera. "I think we're all going to need that chat this week." "Definitely," Leo agreed. Cassidy smiled, unmuting her mic one last time. "See you all in the chat," she said brightly. "We've got six days to become pros.” "Well," Kiara said with a low laugh, giving a thumbs-up to her camera. "Guess I’m practicing walking around my living room in just my diaper and a t-shirt all weekend." "Same here," Ethan chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Six days to lose the shy act." Cassidy unmuted her mic, feeling the heavy, comfortable warmth of the brief beneath her overalls. "See you all on set on Friday," she said with a bright, genuine smile.