Baby Talk

I feel compelled to tell you that a friend of mine had his surgeon recommend and perform "spermatic cord stripping", which I believe is the same surgery you're describing.  While it was probably just a botched surgery as opposed to an indictment of the procedure in general, it effectively ruined his life.  He now has severe, chronic pain that he has to manage with extreme levels of opiates (to the extent that he has to travel far and wide to find doctors to prescribe him what he needs).  It ended up in a malpractice lawsuit and a perpetual internal battle of whether he wants to go on... Anyway, I'm all for people doing what they want.  Just wanted to share at least one cautionary tale.

“Come with daddy,” Fred smiled at Kayla, “daddy would like to spend some time with you today.” He got curious about her and finally had an opportunity to spend some time with her when he wasn’t busy at work. He gently led her to the living room and sat down on the couch and gestured her to lie down across his lap.

Author's Note: Hello all, some of you may know me from Lizzie, but for those who don't, I am Riven, a novice writer. I've enjoyed writing stories since I was a kid, but only a few years ago did I set out to write a full novel, and that turned out to be Lizzie. I don't think I'm a particularly good writer, but I want to keep getting better. One of my learnings as I posted Lizzie was that I really enjoy the interactions with the community. I love hearing what people think, both positive and negative. So please, whether you like or dislike the story, I'd love to hear your thoughts! Finally, I think the stories I like to write are a bit different from traditional ABDL stories, as I myself didn't come from AB roots. If you'd like to get an idea of if you'd like my stories, feel free to check out Lizzie or my other stories on DeviantArt or my personal site (link in profile). Anyway, onto the story: I'm excited and honestly a bit anxious to share my new story with you. For those who have followed my stories and my "behind the scenes" content, this is actually the story that inspired me to write AB stories back in 2021-2022, before I even began writing Lizzie. I really enjoyed the concept, and wrote several chapters of it out. At the time, I began contemplating the idea of sharing stories online, but when I ran into a roadblock, I realized I wasn't good enough to write that, let alone share it online. As such, I wrote a throwaway story, a simpler one based on similar stories I had enjoyed, and that turned out to be Lizzie. As I continued to write (and fall in love with) Lizzie, a part me of still kept coming back to this story idea. Fast forward to now, and I have grown a bit as an author. Even though I am far, far away from where I want to be, I want to give this story another shot.  At the end of the last year, I began a full rewrite of the story from my original draft from back in 2021 (if people are curious to see it, let me know, perhaps I'll post the first chapter on my blog). The Unknowing Caregiver is a slow-burn romance, with themes of ABDL and restraints (similar to Lizzie and The New Car Seat Law). It won't be a "kink-heavy" story, but will involve adult themes and ramp up over time. I have never tried writing a romance, so I have no clue where this will go. And honestly, I don't quite know how I feel about my plan for the story. It's similar, yet different to the stories I wrote before, and I don't know if I will be able to execute it. For those who follow my blog, they'll know I'm trying to write more this year. Part of this goal involves writing many different stories of different styles. And based on the reception from my readers, I'll decide which ones to prioritize writing.  Anyway, I've rambled on long enough, I hope you enjoy the first chapter. --- Chapter 1 - The Package The late November sun had long since set as Abigail pulled into the parking lot. Her ten year old Civic sputtered as she turned it off. It seemed to be choking more than usual recently, perhaps she should get it checked out soon. She lugged her pack out of the car and began her daily trek up the three flights of stairs to her apartment.  Perhaps it was nothing. With money being so tight, could she really afford to take it in this month? Then again, money was tight every month. After her three overtime shifts this last weekend, Abigail was just about ready to collapse into bed and call it a night. Her keys jingled and slipped out of her hands. She groaned as she bent over to pick them up, her body aching all over. Hopefully, the shower was available so she could just wash up quickly and curl into bed.  She stepped in and tossed her shoes aside but didn't make it far toward her room before she was interrupted.  "You alright?" The voice belonged to David, hunched over the kitchen sink. "Sorry, you just looked a bit down. Long day at work?"  She blinked, the question dazing her for a few moments, before eventually nodding. "Been picking up a ton of extra shifts recently." She pivoted to the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water. "I really look that bad, eh?" "Oh, no, I uhh… didn't mean it that way." Abigail mentally facepalmed as her joke fell flat. She looked around, willing Sophie to manifest and rescue her, but to no avail. It had been so much easier when it was just the two of them rooming together in their freshman year. But after Sophie started seeing Nate, they decided they needed a larger place. Unfortunately, the only place they liked was a three-bedroom suite. Not wanting to leave the extra room to waste, Nate brought along his best friend, David, and the four of them had been rooming for a few months now.  It wasn't that she regretted the decision, after all, it was the only place she could realistically afford, and she couldn't imagine rooming with anyone other than Sophie. But while the four of them got along well enough when they were all together, when she was alone with the boys, it was always… "Hey, are you there?" The question brought Abigail back to reality. "I was just saying I brought in the mail today, and this came for you." David handed her a package. Abigail read the tag: The Care Inc.  Realization washed over her. After the long week, she'd completely forgotten about her order. "Thanks," was all she said before she snatched the package and skirted off toward her room, fumbling around with her keys again to unlock her bedroom door. Shutting and locking the door behind her, she dropped everything else and ripped open the package. A soft fabric unfolded over her arms and draped onto her bed. She held it up, revealing a deep magenta-colored sleeper with white polkadots. A smile crept onto her face as she turned the fabric in her hands, admiring the handiwork. She finally had it. Of course, she had many pairs of pajamas, but this one was special.  It was a one-piece sleeper with attached feet. A footie. It was something she'd been reminiscing about for a while now. She could still remember wearing them as a kid on cold winter days, cuddling up on the couch to watch the game with her dad. So when, on a sleepless night, she'd accidentally stumbled upon one that was actually made in her size and looked cute but not too childish, she knew she had to get it. It had taken all of her willpower to hold off from buying it that night. It was quite expensive, and from a brand she'd never even heard about, but the reviews had all checked out. She had slept on it for a week, but after acing her molecular genetics midterm, she finally caved. It didn't exactly fit into her budget, but that was nothing a week of instant noodles couldn't fix. That had been two weeks ago, enough that she'd completely forgotten about it. Now, Abigail could hardly believe she was holding it in her hands.  She cast aside her sweaty uniform and moved to unzip her outfit. For a moment, her eyes cast toward her closet, wondering if she should enhance her experience further, but decided that it should wait until she showered. Tracing the zipper to the neckline, she found a flap covering the zipper. She'd seen flaps on sleepers before, designed so that the zipper pull wouldn't poke the wearer, but this one was different, the flap seemed to be fastened down, and didn't come off easily. There was a large button in the flap, securing it down to the sleeper while covering the zipper pull. What made it odd was that the button didn't poke through the flap, instead, it seemed sandwiched in between. She realized the flap consisted of two layers, and the button only went through one. Even knowing this, the button was difficult to unfasten, seemingly too big for the hole.  What was the purpose of it? To prevent the button from poking the wearer? To make it look nicer from the outside? After a few minutes of struggling, the button finally popped out. With a sigh of relief, she peeled back the flap, only to reveal a second one. Thankfully, this one was secured with just a snap button. It also had a small pocket in which the zipper pull was tucked inside. This was certainly the most over-engineered detail on any clothing she'd ever seen. But as she cradled the soft fabric in her hands, she couldn't help but smile. She unzipped it to the waist, before stepping into it. But as her feet met the bottom of the sleeper, she frowned.  The feet were facing the wrong way.  She tugged at the fabric, trying to make sure she hadn't twisted it accidentally.  Nope, she was wearing it properly. Just as she was beginning to think she got scammed, she noticed a small card in the package. "The Snuggie SafeWear Back-Zip Footies are the perfect sleepers—"  Back-zip? Abigail paused, looking down at her sleeper. She stepped out of it and turned it around so that the zipper was now in the back. The dangling feet now faced the front. She facepalmed at her stupidity. Clearly, she hadn't been getting enough sleep. Stepping back in, she pulled it up, the correct way this time. The soft fabric danced up her skin with a delicate touch. Pulling it over her shoulders, the fabric stretched ever so slightly as it shaped to her body. The fit was a bit tighter than she'd anticipated, and the fabric embraced her in a gentle hug.  She reached behind her and began working up the zipper. She pushed it up all the way with one hand before reaching over her shoulder with the other, only for it to come up empty. Straining, she twisted her arm as far as it would go, reaching again and… Nothing. She tugged on the fabric, but there was hardly any stretch to it. Turning to a mirror, she could see that even pulling with all her might, the pull was still a solid inch or two from her fingertips.  "Argh!" she groaned, flopping back onto her bed. It was like trying on prom dresses all over again. Each dress had been a battle, fought with tugs, wiggles, and struggles. She still remembered getting trapped in a particularly tight purple dress and desperately searching around the store for Sophie to unzip her. She cursed. Not only at her inflexibility, but also at not having noticed the unique design in the first place. Who placed zippers in the back anyways? How were kids supposed to put this on themselves? Her eyes drifted back to the card, perhaps it had some tips. The Snuggie SafeWear Back-Zip Footies are the perfect sleepers for your loved ones. The sensory seams and our unique fabric blend ensure your child will feel cozy and comfortable throughout the night. The included non-slip soles ensure your child's feet stay warm while also being safe for running and playing around the house. This product is designed with incontinent children in mind. The full-length zip runs from neck to ankle, allowing for easy diaper changes. This line also features our patented Protection Align technology, which features additional support around the crotch and subtle padding in surrounding areas, minimizing the chances of sagging and leaking while also smoothing out and hiding any unwanted diaper bulges. As part of our SafeWear series, the pajamas are also perfect for your little escape artist. The sleeper features our patented dual-flap technology. The inner flap secures the pull while the outer layer incorporates a hidden button to deter unwanted removal. The collar is designed to be comfortable but with minimal stretch, preventing little ones from wiggling out. This sleeper is in our Houdini tier, meaning that once the sleeper is zipped up and the flap is fastened, you can sleep comfortably, knowing that your child will stay protected until they're unzipped. For any questions, please contact support@thecareinc.com. To ensure safety, please ensure the sleeper is a tight fit. Size 13/14. The card fell as Abigail brought her hands to her face. It started as a twitch on her face, the edges of her lips curling up. Then, a low rumbling emanated from her body, growing louder and louder until the cackling filled her room. Of all the sleepers she could've purchased — she picked up the discarded fabric — she'd gotten one for bedwetters. No, one for bedwetters that couldn't even be trusted to keep their protection on! Who would've guessed! In a sleeper made for teens. Oh, the irony. It wasn't that she was unfamiliar with diapers. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She'd worn them for over half her life. Even now, memories of hiding her protection from her friends, the arguments she'd had with her mom about her goodnites, and the feeling of waking up to her dread surrounding her surfaced from time to time. But she'd never had any issues keeping it on. After all, wearing her protection as she was supposed to was no different than working part-time jobs while she was in school. They were inevitabilities to be accepted, natural consequences of being incontinent and broke. No, that wasn't the irony at all.  Abigail got up and opened her closet, digging through her junk to pull out a small trash bag hidden in the back. She unfolded it before pulling out a goodnite.  The irony was that nearly a decade later, she still wore her protection from time to time, just for fun. As for why? It was anyone's guess. Based on her research, she was pretty sure she wasn't an ABDL, or at least not a hardcore one. All she did was occasionally wear her goodnites to bed and wet them. She'd tried them outside a couple times, but even wetting there felt embarrassing and inappropriate.  Other than that, her only childish trait was that a lot of her clothes were from the kids' section at the store, one of the few benefits of her petite build. She loved picking out cute designs, ones barely passable as adult clothing. It helped that kids' clothes were easier on the wallet too. So no, she wasn't an ABDL. She didn't even particularly enjoy wetting in her goodnites, let alone messing in them. And she certainly didn't feel like calling anyone her daddy.  In fact, the deeper she dove, the more disturbing it all seemed. Enough so that her last plunge had made her stop wearing for several weeks. But after a while, the urges always returned. In fact, it was this last return that had gotten her searching around for a footed sleeper in the first place. She sat back down on her bed and held it up, sighing before giggling in defeat. Of all the ones she could've bought, she'd ended up with one so ironically perfect for her, yet she couldn't even put it on herself. She cast it to the side, plopping onto her pillow and groaning into it in frustration. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Cuddles staring at her.  "Why am I such a fucking dumbass?" Abigail turned and asked the large teddy bear sitting by her pillow. His soft round eyes stared back at her, giving her the same gentle gaze they'd always given ever since her dad had given him to her all those years ago… Abigail let out a deep breath. She would just have to return it tomorrow. Speaking of which, she'd forgotten to look into their return policy, hopefully she wouldn't have to pay for the shipping. If only she hadn't bought it in such a hurry.  Maybe she could ask to exchange for a larger size, then perhaps she would be able to tug it just enough to— There was a knock on the door. "Hey girl, you there?" Sophie called out. "You got a minute? I need to tell you something." "Give me a sec!" Abigail called, scrambling to grab her uniform. But as she pulled the navy blue polo over her head, she caught a whiff that almost made her retch. She tossed them into the hamper and began digging through the clothes littered around her room until she found some that didn't smell too funky. She pulled on a light pink pajama top with a large strawberry in the front and a pair of matching pants in a darker pink with small strawberries all over.  She threw the rest of her clothes onto the chair and stashed her goodnites back into their hiding spot. Just before unlocking the door, she spotted her new sleeper, which she shoved under her blanket. "Girl, you alright?" Sophie asked as she entered. "You're looking a little dead." "Just work." "Yeah, you had those extra shifts, right? Oh my poor baby. Just look at you. I swear, are you still losing weight?" Sophie gave her a tight hug. "Hopefully this will cheer you up a bit."  Sophie handed her a White Claw. "Thank you," Abigail replied, cracking open the can and taking a swig. "But I'll be fine, just need some time to recover during the break. Anyway, what did you want to tell me?" "Yes. Oh my god. Can I sit? I have to show you this."  Sophie stomped into her room, accidentally knocking over some clothes from her chair.  "Oops," she said. She bent over to pick them up, the tight blue minidress she was wearing stretching over her body and chest as she did. She always loved to dress like that, and with her body, who could blame her? Abigail blinked, looking down at her own with a small frown. They tossed the clothes back onto the chair before sitting on the bed.  Sophie took a sip of her own can. "Anyways, as I was saying, you know how I said Nate and I were just gonna grab something simple for dinner? Turns out I was completely wrong!"  Sophie began an animated retelling of her night, how Nate had surprised her with a reservation at the new Italian place in town. A table by the water, where they'd watched the evening sky turn to night. Abigail smiled at her friend's excitement. Gone was the doom and gloom girl she'd known in high school. After meeting Nate there was this new note in her voice, an extra sparkle in her eyes. "And at the end of the day, when I thought it couldn't get any better, he surprised me with this!" Sophie pulled out a decorated envelope.  Inside were tickets for a flight to Florida and a week-long cruise in the Caribbean! The girls screamed with joy, and Abigail gave her friend a massive hug.  "So when are you leaving?" Abigail asked once they finally calmed down. "Tomorrow!" "What? What about school and exams?" "Oh, don't worry. I'll only miss one final, but it's just Anime Studies, the prof is so nice, I'll probably still get a B. Besides, I'm taking a chill semester, remember?" Abigail sighed internally, her friend was always taking chill semesters. At this rate, she wasn't sure her friend was ever going to graduate. "Anyways, do you mind taking care of Hemmy while I'm gone?"  "Yeah, yeah, let me do all the hard work while you go have all the fun."  Sophie said nothing, only flashing the cute pout Abigail had seen so many times before, the one that always seemed to make everyone else fall head over heels for her. "All right, all right, I'll take care of him while you're gone." Abigail gave her friend a dramatic eye roll. "But seriously, that's amazing. I always wanted to go on a cruise too." "You should join us!" "You know I can't. I have school and exams and no money. Besides, I wouldn't want to be stuck third-wheeling you lovebirds all week." "All you need is a boyfriend then." "You say that like it's easy…" Abigail gave another eye roll.  Sophie didn't respond, only biting her lip. "What?" Abigail asked.  Her friend took a long swig from her can before replying. "Can I be honest with you for a second? Girl to girl?" "I'd be mad if you weren't." Sophie looked her in the eyes. "I know you like your cute outfits and stuff, but—" She looked away. "You already look so cute, so then… it just becomes a little too cute, you know? Like, take your pajamas right now." She waved her hand up and down. "They're super cute, but it's something I would've worn back in middle school. If I were a dude, even if I wanted to ask you out, I'd feel a little weirded out, y'know?" "But I only wear this at home!" "C'mon, I've seen the rest of your wardrobe. It's really not much better. Abi, you're beautiful, smart, and kind. Trust me, if you just dressed up and flirted a bit, you could get any guy to fall for you." "What makes you think I even want that?"  Sophie gave her another signature pout, her bottom lip curling ever so slightly to the side.  "I know you might not believe it, but I'm perfectly happy being single! Besides, I'm so busy with school and work, it's not like I have time to date right now anyway." "But wouldn't it be nice? Having someone to take you out to nice dinners, stay up late gossiping with, and give you massages after a long shift?" "And this Prince Charming is just going to fall into my lap if I wear a tight miniskirt and wink at him?" "First of all, if winking is your idea of flirting, then we may have our work cut out for us." "I get it, I'm a total loser. Unlike you, I didn't get to practice hitting on half the boys in our grade." "That's exactly what you need, practice!" "And where exactly do I find people to do that? And you better not tell me to download Hinge again." "Anyone! Like girl, you really need to stop treating dating so seriously. Go to a bar, chat up one of your classmates. Heck, I bet even David would go out with you if you asked." Abigail cringed. "Now that's just gross." "Fine, maybe that was going a bit far. But just imagine, we could go out on double dates! Going on dinners, cruises, or road trips, together as besties… wouldn't it be exciting?" Sophie took another long sip of her drink. There was a moment of silence between them.  "Clearly, you've had too much tonight, and it's way past your bedtime." Abigail pulled the can from her friend's grasp before standing. "I appreciate the advice. And you're right, maybe it would be nice. But seriously, I'm perfectly happy with the way things are right now. Now I gotta shower, unlike you, I have an 8am tomorrow. But I promise, if I change my mind in a few months, you'll be the first to know. "Fine…" Sophie said with a small pout. *** Abigail went to take a shower. Taking her time under the hot water to wash off all the grime and dread from her day. It was close to midnight by the time Abigail flopped back onto her bed, and the exhaustion from her day was beginning to crawl over her.  As she tucked herself in, something poked into her back.  Her new sleeper. She pulled it out, perhaps it would be fine to sleep in it unzipped. Unable to resist the urge, she tried it on again.  Nope, the open zip left her back exposed, and the iciness from her sheets pricked at her skin. Abigail let out a long sigh as she changed back. If only she had someone to zip it up for her. "And while they're at it, they can tuck me into bed and give me a goodnight kiss on the forehead." It was a nice dream, but that's all it was, a dream. As Sophie had so helpfully pointed out, she was too childish to be loved.  Even if she dressed up and snagged a man, what guy in their right mind would stay once they saw her real clothes, let alone if they found her goodnites. Abigail pulled Cuddles in tight, letting go of her thoughts as she drifted off to sleep. *** Abigail awoke to darkness. Not even the moonlight shone in as she crept out of her blankets. She fumbled until she found her phone. Using the flashlight, she illuminated her surroundings. A mop, a broom, and a couple of yellow wet floor signs stood by her bed. Abigail rubbed her eyes. Had her friends moved her bed while she was sleeping? They sometimes pranked one other, but this was taking it a bit far. There was the sound of voices from the wall to one side. Upon moving closer, she realized it was a door. Creeping it open revealed a brightly lit hallway. The colorful murals on the walls looked eerily reminiscent, but Abigail couldn't quite place it.  Just where in the hell was she?  After the voices she heard seemed to fade around the corner, Abigail stepped out of what turned out to be a janitor's closet.  She crept down the hallway. How had they moved her bed without her noticing? Surely she hadn't gotten that drunk.  A couple of younger girls walked around the corner, with backpacks, they looked like they were in their early teens. That's when it hit her. This was her middle school. Abigail scrambled down the hallway, now utterly confused. Where the heck were Sophie and the others were hiding? But as she did, she began to notice more and more eyes staring at her.  It was only when she caught a group of boys whispering and giggling after seeing her that Abigail stopped and looked down at herself. To her horror, she realized she was still in her pajamas. And to make matters worse, it wasn't the strawberry pajamas she'd gone to bed in, but a baby pink set with a giant Elsa plastered on the front.  She grasped around, trying to take it off, only to find her new pajamas were a onesie set. What's worse, she couldn't even find the zipper.  It was only after a few moments of searching that she thought to feel behind her, where she felt the cold metal of the zipper. She tugged at it, but it didn't budge. Now all eyes seemed to be staring at her, and Abigail scrambled back toward the closet, only to find the door locked. A group of girls walked by. "Nice pajamas loser. What are you, five?" The three of them closed in around her. They were only middle-schoolers, yet they seemed to tower over her.  "Oh my gosh, check it out, they even have little feet!" The one in the middle exclaimed. "Does the little girl have a diaper too?"  Abigail was about to protest when the third girl reached out and poked her under her stomach. And to her surprise, she felt a squish. "Oh my god, she does! I think she might need a change too!" Their laughter began to ring in her ears. "Please… please, leave me alone." Abigail said softly, sliding down the wall, falling onto her padded butt. Tears began to well in her eyes as she buried her face in her hands. "What did you say? You got to speak a little louder so big sis can help you," the one in the middle mocked. "I believe she politely asked you all to leave her alone," a deep voice said from behind them. "Shouldn't you all be in class?" Abigail looked up to see the girls scattering, but as she was about to thank her savior, she froze. Looking down at her, was none other than David. Abigail curled her entire body, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. Why? Why him of all people? "Hey, don't worry little girl. I'm not going to hurt you." Abigail felt a hand come to rest on her arm. "I just want to make sure you're alright." Abigail looked up, confused. David's blue eyes stared back at her, wide with a kind of innocent concern she'd never noticed before. "Come, let me help you up." She took his hand, her mind still dazed as the two walked down the hallway. The halls were suddenly empty, and that left her holding onto his massive hand. He towered over her, but he took small steps, allowing the two of them to walk together until they stepped into a restroom. "Did you want to change your clothes?" David asked, fishing around in his backpack before handing her a simple t-shirt and gym shorts, several sizes too big for her. "Sorry, that's all I got. I promise they're clean, and we'll find you something better later. For now, you can do it in one of the stalls, I won't peek." A whispered thanks barely escaped her lips before Abigail ducked into a stall, shutting the door behind her.  It was only after her heart stopped racing that she began to strip, or at least, she tried to, only to be quickly reminded that the zipper behind her was jammed. A heat began rising to her face, but after a minute, she unlocked the door and poked her head out. "I need some help. The zipper is in the back and… and I can't reach it." Abigail shut her eyes.  "Sure. While I help with that, would you like your diaper changed too?" The question was asked so innocently that Abigail did a double take, expecting to find a smug smile. But once again, all she saw were those wide blue eyes. It was only then that the cogs in her brain started turning. This was all a dream.  It was stupid that it had taken her this long to figure out, impressively stupid, really.  Abigail was about to force herself awake when a different thought stopped her. She turned back to dream David as a smile crept onto her face. "Umm… Yes… Yes please." David took her hand and guided her over to a changing station at the other end. Without asking, he hoisted her up with ease and seated her onto the board.  From behind, he easily unzipped her, handing her the shirt to cover herself with before pulling down the sleeper and laying her down.  Her old diaper was removed and discarded. From his bag came a fresh diaper, wipes, and even baby powder, as if they were normal things for him to be bringing along. Her heart raced as his hand moved toward her. She flinched as the cold wipes touched her skin. Somehow, she could feel every touch on her body as her bottom was wiped clean. She covered her face with her hands, not even willing to chance a peek.  David lifted her bum and slid something soft underneath her. His warm hands worked with practiced ease, and all too quickly, a new diaper was taped around her. She had just been changed.  Abigail could hear the crinkling as she was lifted up and brought back to her feet. She turned around. She could feel the heat of her face in her hands. Suddenly, she felt her sleeper pulling around her as it was zipped up behind her. "Hey, I thought I was changing," Abigail stuttered.  "Well, I think you look pretty cute in it. And now that it's back on, I guess you're stuck in it until I release you." The statement sent a shiver through her. "Don't worry, I promise I'll take care of you."  David bent down slightly so that their eyes met, their faces close. Abigail stared, from his eyes to his nose, and then to his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned closer, and Abigail did the same.   

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