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I have been going camping all my life. I really enjoy minimum camping. I have not slept in a tent in over 10 years. I sleep in a hand made hammock that I bought when I was studying abroad in Ecuador for only 10 USD and use a 10x10 heavy-duty tarp and rope for covering if there is a chance of rain. It's nice being able to fall asleep looking up at the stars. Some of my favorite camping trips are weekend long kayaking excursions on a scenic river in my home state where I was able to easily fit all my supplies in my kayak. There is this one spot on the river with a 50 foot cliff that overlooks it that I love to camp at. It is a tuff spot to get to since there is only a small sand bar to park your kayak on and have to climb up, but you can not beat the view. One of my most memorable was camping in 15 degree weather where I slept right by the fire on a bed of pine bows and my sleeping bag.

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Part 41 Objectively, staying with Elena wasn’t nearly as bad as how things had been at what was more or less daycare for both kids and younger teenagers. Although it was someone Cassidy kind of knew, at least she was safely indoors and out of the public eye. At the same time, she wasn’t particularly comfortable. Sitting in nothing but dirty diapers at a table that did nothing to hide her exposed breasts, Cassidy continued to use the one arm to cover her chest. She wasn’t enthused about the enormous box of crayons in front of her, nor the coloring book that had been set in front of the chair Elena had led her towards. While diapers were obviously quite childish, there was also the fact that Cassidy was supposed to be ‘twelve.’ The average girl that age should be given more mature options by a babysitter. Cassidy wanted to say something, yet there were no potential alternatives that immediately came to mind. She was in an unfamiliar house, with her sister’s friend, and in a situation that was nothing like she had ever experienced. If not coloring, what could she do to keep herself busy while Elena worked? Not wanting to be difficult when the simplest course of action was to run out the clock until Audrey returned, Cassidy reluctantly opened the book to find a suitable picture to color. It didn’t take many pages for her to see that there wasn’t going to be an option that was interesting or complicated to draw. After seeing that the majority of her choices were simple plants and animals, she settled on a sunflower that felt like a rather neutral selection compared to the rest. “Make sure you color inside the lines, Cassie,” Elena said, “Oh, and why don’t you put that arm down? If you’re not developed enough to wear a bra, then there’s really no reason to cover up.” Flushing at how casually her boobs were being insulted, which was turning into a common theme today, Cassidy hugged her chest a little more tightly, “Elena, I don’t think-” “Tell you what, Cassie,” she said, “If you can sit there like a big girl, I might reward you with something to wear in a little while. But if you’re going to act like an immature brat, you can stay in just your diapers until Audrey picks you up.” Cassidy was torn. Was covering later worth the price of exposing herself now? She had been nervous the entire way up to the front door, and walking back to Audrey’s car would carry the same amount of risk. Not to mention the fact that her sister tended to park in the driveway at home as well. What if one of their next door neighbors saw her in diapers, or even just noticed the fact that she wasn’t wearing any clothes from a distance? The more Cassidy thought it through, the more she actually considered Elena’s offer. Especially because there was no telling if Audrey would keep her in diapers and nothing else for the drive like the first time around. “No pictures . . . ?” Cassidy hesitantly asked. That was her one hang-up. Theoretically, Quinn’s photos were out of the equation without social media being an option. Elena, however, was much closer to Cassidy’s age, and they had plenty of mutual acquaintances. Elena scoffed. “There’s barely anything there to take a picture of. Besides, you do realize I’m your babysitter, right? It wouldn’t exactly be professional or acceptable to take inappropriate pictures of the girl I’m watching.” “Umm . . . ” Similar to Audrey’s ‘logic,’ it was tough to argue against Elena’s points. Of course, they only made sense if Cassidy continued playing along with the ‘little sister’ role she had been tricked into. And no matter how the concept was framed, it didn’t change the fact that sitting around with her bare chest on display was not something that would ever feel normal. Her actual age, maturity, and personality saw to that. “I don’t have all day, Cassie. You have to choose now, okay? Three . . . two . . . ” It was frustratingly effective. Cassidy was well aware of the counting trick that parents and other authority figures used, and she should have been way too old for someone to treat her the same as any other kid who needed a simple psychological nudge. At the same time, it was tough to stand her ground as an independent adult when she had been perceived as a tween by pretty much everyone but her sister for the last few hours. And then there were the diapers, of course. Reluctantly loosening her arm, she muttered an awkward, “Wait, okay.” Despite the time pressure given to her, Cassidy couldn’t bring herself to merely drop the limb and reveal her smaller breasts just like that. Instead, she lowered her arm inch by inch, not considering the fact that her speed resulted in somewhat teasing Elena. When Cassidy eventually reached her abdomen and there was nothing else to cover, she sighed and let her arm fall the rest of the way. Deeply blushing as she rested her arm on her thighs, Cassidy glanced up towards Elena to see if her newfound exposure met her expectations. “See? That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” Elena asked. Rather than taking a taunting tone, she mostly just sounded patronizing, “Now, you don’t need me to sit here with you while you color, do you?” Cassidy merely shook her head. She was still trying to get used to the fact that the AC could now reach her breasts as well as the rest of her bare skin. And that Elena had an unfettered view of her form as well. “Okay. And do you need the bathroom yet, Cassie? Use your words.” Taking a much needed swallow to help with how dry her throat was suddenly feeling, Cassidy glanced away and quietly said, “No.” She didn’t even realize how shy was coming across. However, it was difficult to meet the short haired girl’s eyes when Cassidy was sitting and she was standing, and that was on top of the fact that Cassidy was now topless and no longer making the effort to cover up. Elena gave a soft smile, “You mean, ‘No, Ms. Elena.’ While you’re here, we might as well work on respect. You should address your babysitter the same way you address your teachers! Does that make sense?” Technically, yes. It made sense, but Cassidy had literally never had a babysitter who went by anything but her first name. Additionally, Elena was actually younger than Cassidy was, which made it all the more embarrassing. Regardless, Cassidy hesitantly responded, “Yes, Ms. Elena.” She was currently in no state to point out any of the issues with the title that crossed her mind. “Much better! You’re such a quick learner,” Elena exclaimed. She picked up the box of crayons and flipped it upside-down. Without the lid already open, the dozens of crayons exploded onto the table. “Have fun drawing, Cassie! I’ll be just over here if you need me.” With that, she dropped the box and sauntered over to the kitchen sink. As Elena turned on the water and picked up the soap, Cassidy gazed down at the absolute mess before her. A few seconds ago, the crayons had been organized by color. Now they were chaotically spread out on the table; a few had already rolled off and fallen to the floor. Sighing to herself, Cassidy began sifting through the pile to find a decent green to start with. ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

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That's why I am in diapers full-time and permanently. I know I can sleep soundly diapered and feel more relaxed and calm. It's why I don't potty or even own adult underwear.

Thank you. Yeah, the mention of a bottle was just supposed to be an assumption on the shopkeeper's part.

This is my very first real foray into ABDL/age regression (had another one, but it went nowhere). Like all of my stories, there are mature themes, and I will warn you when we get to them - even with the content warnings in the tags; I have not led readers astray or lied to them about trigger warnings, and I'm never going to start. If you're ready - and still with me - let the story begin: Chapter One: A Girls' Night Out on the Town. - Svetlana Volkova was going to meet her two friends, Tatiana Voronina and Galina Tigrova for a normal Sunday brunch, and she had the feeling it was going to be quite exciting - especially on the day before Halloween. The three women weren’t really anything special, not really. All three were twenty-five-year-old Pittsburgh natives (from Russian parents), athletic, excellent figures (each of them were D cups), and all three were top-notch daycare workers. They had known each other since they were young, since before they could remember. Each of them had mousy-brown hair that they dyed to look prettier, and each of them had piercing icy-blue eyes. Some had confused the three for triplets at first glance. It was fine by them; they were each very much close. Even when they had their fights, it was solved rather quickly and with no hard feelings. Svetlana walked down the sidewalk with a purpose as her Pittsburgh Penguins jersey, knee-length black skirt and purse fluttering in the gusty wind. She brushed her shoulder-length dyed-golden-brown hair away from her eyes as she neared the stop. Tatiana was the first to notice, as she waved and smoothed her Penguins jersey and golden skirt, her shoulder-blade-length dyed-auburn curls noticeable. She nudged Galina, who was busy twirling her navel-length, shockingly-dyed-royal-purple hair before she turned to see her friend and jumped to her feet out of shock (and yes, she too was wearing a Penguins jersey and a golden skirt). The women walked over, hugging each other with gleeful looks on their faces. “Well, you finally came here, Svetka,” Tatiana said with a smirk. “We were beginning to think you had gotten bored.” “Bored? Of you girls? Never!” Svetlana was beaming. “Girl, I can’t remember the last time we haven’t spoken!” Galina exclaimed. “We do this so much, they give us free food.” “And we wear it well,” Tatiana laughed, causing the other two to join in. Svetlana sat down with her two friends. “So, how are things with you?” she all but sang. “Good! Can’t wait for the Pens game; that new swanky bar has the perfect place to watch,” Tatiana said. “You feel like coming, Svetka?” “Of course, Tanya!” the woman said. “I’m surprised we’re going out barhopping, though; we don’t have a car…” “Oh, come on, Svetka,” Galina said. “It’ll be so much fun.” She paused. “The only problem is, we have to bring someone else who can drive us, since our car is in the shop, and the only person we know who’s interested is…” “Celine,” the three said simultaneously, as they all let out annoyed sighs. Celine Fuchs was their old housemate they hated, and the feeling was very much mutual. A nosy busybody three years younger than them, Celine made no secret about having a fiancé to go back home to (it wasn’t that they couldn’t get boyfriends if they wanted; they were just not interested in dates at the moment.), and she critiqued them on every little thing, every miniscule detail, despite the fact that she was a law clerk. It was hell to deal with her. “You going to call her, Svetka?” Tatiana asked. “It’s not like we have a choice,” Svetlana muttered. She opened her smartphone and called Celine’s number. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. “Hello, who is this?” Celine asked in an annoyed tone. “It’s Svetlana.” “Oh, hi, Svetlana. What do you want?” “Tatiana, Galina, and I were going to catch the Pens game tonight at the new bar. Was wondering if you’d come.” “Oh, that would be marvelous!” Celine’s voice entirely changed, sounding genuinely excited. “Well, I’ll have to get ready. You planning on parking? Bringing money for food? What time would be best to leave-” “Don’t worry, Celine, we’re all going in the same car,” Svetlana said calmly. “Might as well bring my car; it’s a new one.” “You sure?” “It’s got multiple seats.” “Okay, fine. We’ll take your car.” “Can I bring my fiancé?” “Sorry. Girls' night out.” “Oh, well, I’ll tell him to go to our house. Where do I pick you three up?” “Right at Market Square. You’ll know us.” “Of course. Have a wonderful day! Go Pens!” Svetlana sighed when Celine hung up on her. Her two friends looked at her. “Guess it’s a go. She’s picking us up in her car.” “Ugh, she always likes to brag,” Tatiana muttered. “Always. It’s a new car, new clothes, new boyfriend, what-fucking-ever, I don’t care.” “She’s so fucking insufferable,” Galina said with a sigh. “I guess riding in her car won’t be the worst thing, right?” “True. It’s only one time, then never again,” Tatiana agreed with much reluctance. “Let’s just go to Market Square and wait; the game starts at 5:00, and it’s already 2:00 PM.” “Agreed.” They finished paying for their brunch and included a generous tip before walking to Market Square (hey, they always could use exercise, even with the various male catcallers), getting there at around 3:00 PM. It was a short wait until a brand-new Honda Odyssey that all but blared that it was Celine’s car pulled up, the aforementioned driver waving at them. “Hellooo!” she called. “You ready!” “Yeah, we are,” Svetlana said. No shit we’re ready, you dumb bitch. We’ve been ready! The three women packed into the backseats, none of them wanting to sit in the front with their annoying old housemate. “Look, I get you don’t like me, but…I do appreciate you bringing me with you to the bar with you,” Celine said politely. Svetlana looked at her younger ex-housemate who had a genuine smile on her face. Celine certainly was fairly attractive, actually, scratch that, definitely attractive with a blonde pixie cut, inquisitive sea-green eyes, and a larger bust than even they had. Tatiana was the only one to break the silence. “Sure, I mean, might as well bring you along; we know how big a fan you are,” she said. “Still, it is appreciated. Still, expect this to be a one-time thing, though.” “The feeling’s quite mutual,” Svetlana said bluntly. If only she knew just how dead wrong her words were. - So, let me know if there's anything I can improve on, anything you liked or disliked, stuff like that~

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That's a bummer. I'll probably go back to Rearz and Adventure Puffs after this trial, unless they're absolutely amazing diapers. Still want to try the ABU Tiny Tails.

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I in my own option think you should continue on this path. One thing that I don't like is to be forced into being a baby its like you said it should be with "love". I like if its my wife/mommy or a stranger/mommy. I did write a story about being kidnapped and forced into baby hood but I liked it but never posted it here on DD. My stories don't get the reaction as good writers. 4.8K likes but only 4 posts.

Virtue is a great one: There's more that was written than what in that link as well. Its on their Tumblr if I'm remembering correctly.

I haven't seen tykables run sales on diapers in a long time, clothes and accessories yes, diapers no 😭

Will it be an adult or youth diaper? The suspense builds!

The Third Train Campbell stood on the station platform and looked down at his phone. 4 minutes until the train arrived. He was wearing his clothes again - all of them - but the cum-soaked diaper was still taped around his hips. His day with Harlow was better than anything he could have ever imagined. "Thank you," Campbell said, because he thought it was only fair to show his appreciation. "No, thank you," Harlow said, and put a hand on his cheek. "I didn't know how wonderful it would be to have a baby boy like you in my life, and now I'm starting to understand what I've been missing all this time. You have nothing to be ashamed of; I love this part of you." Campbell nodded shyly. Ever since he started talking to Harlow online, he kept wondering when he would get bored of it. When he'd get tired of taking care of another grown man. When he'd start finding diapers gross. But that was the first time that Campbell considered: maybe, never. "Next week, same time?" Campbell asked. "Of course. Get off at the right station this time." "Oh no!" Campbell smacked himself in the forehead. "I forgot to get more motion sickness meds! This train ride is gonna suck!" Harlow reached into his pocket and pulled out a little bottle. They were from his medicine cabinet back home, but the expiration date hadn't passed. He put them in Campbell's coat pocket. "Keep 'em." "Thanks. You're such a good Daddy." Campbell checked his phone again. 2 minutes. "I hate this part," Campbell said. "Me too," Harlow sighed. "But we can talk online all week. And hey, next time bring a backpack so you can take a few diapers home." Campbell nodded. He took a step forward and grabbed onto his Daddy's coat like a little kid. He looked up at Harlow and Harlow looked down at him, and they shared one more kiss. The last kiss of the first date. In the distance, the sound of a train whistle blew. [End]

Chapter 13 “Ah. The castor oil is still working then. If you’re happy to continue with the assessment, we’ll get the car round to take us to the flat.” I nodded in agreement. “Good. Simon, can you tidy up here and I’ll send the car back for you and all the kit.” Simon nodded. It looked like all this was pre-arranged. The car was waiting for us at the front of the Savoy. The driver opened the door and we climbed into the back seat. “David here is ‘one of us’ so to speak, and won’t mind if a baby fills her nappy one little bit. In fact, I think I will insist that you poop right now, Baby Louise.” Regardless of anything, I was desperate to go and complied with Paula’s order without hesitation. The castor oil ensured that my poop was very loose, which resulted in a very noisy, explosive evacuation. I went a little red with embarrassment. “I don’t need to check your nappy this time, do I? Exclaimed Paula. “Come on sweetheart, onto my tittie, let’s feed the little baby”. I did as I was told - thankful for the blacked out windows of the limo and, it has to be said, for the opportunity to be back on Paula’s breasts. It was like all my stress left me as I suckled. The car turned a corner and then pulled up by the side of the road. Paula unlatched me from her boob and straightened her clothing. I knew I stank but I’d already gained trust and confidence in Paula, so I got out of the car without any anxiety of exposure. She took my hand and led me to a door. “This is our London ‘playpen’. It’s a home from home when we’re in the city. I think you’ll like it.” The door opened into a large hallway. Very modern, very stylish. Paula closed the door and then led me through a smart living room into a corridor. She opened a door and walked me in. It was unexpected! It was, really, WOW. It was a baby’s nursery only just about everything was upscaled. There was a cot, a playpen, a changing table - even an oversized baby bouncer. “Let’s get these silly adult clothes off you - babies don’t wear grown-up clothes now, do they?” “No mamma” I replied. I was naked in no time. Apart from my nappy, of course. It was wet, from Simon’s pee, and messy but Paula hadn’t indicated that I was due a change and I knew that it wasn’t my place to ask. “Mummy’s got some things to do, so I’m going to put you in the baby bouncer to keep you out of trouble.” The bouncer hung from the ceiling and had a harness to hold the baby in place around the waist and between the legs. She had me climb steps up to the seat, strapping me in before sitting me down and pulling the steps away. The mess in my nappy spread everywhere. Paula then pushed and pulled me so that I was bouncing up and down vigorously - the feeling in my nappy was quite incredible. And so was the smell. Paula didn’t seem bothered at all. She put some mittens on my hands which were strapped on so that I couldn’t remove them. She then pushed a dummy in between my lips and handed me a sweet teddy bear to cuddle before leaving the room. I don’t know how long I hung there. Naked apart from my nappy, my nether regions caked in a heady mix of Simon’s pee and my poop with no watch, no phone to distract me. The mittens ensured that I couldn’t free myself. I did find that bouncing stimulated my erogenous zones, though, and kept myself amused by keeping myself on the verge of a massive orgasm. The only interruption was a sudden and desperate need to pee. I don’t know whether the harness was putting extra pressure on my bladder, but I really lost control and flooded my nappy. Once this little drama had passed it was back to the odd situation of overcoming what should have been a boring imprisonment by maintaining a state of sexual excitement. Eventually the door opened. I maintained my baby posture - bouncing, cuddling my bear and sucking on my dummy. Paula was accompanied by Simon and David, the chauffeur, who had brought the clothes, nappies and other accoutrement from the Savoy. Obviously I was familiar with Simon, but I really wasn’t expecting David to see me in this state. He looked across at me and I went red with embarrassment. He smiled back with understanding and compassion. At first it didn’t seem that Paula had noticed, but as the guys were putting things away she came over towards me and softly said: “You’re a baby Louise. It doesn’t matter if you’re naked in a stinky nappy, you have no control over the situation. There’s no need to be embarrassed - no one expects anything else of you.” She then put her hand under my seat and pushed me upwards. “What a beautiful bouncing baby!” “Come on Simon, let’s get you out of those clothes” Simon’s adult clothes were removed and Paula did a nappy check. “Wet again? Let’s get you changed.” I resisted the temptation to shout “Oi!!” Paula took him over to the changing table and quickly had him cleaned up and in a fresh nappy. “Let’s get Louise down and put the two of you in the playpen” I was happy to be released from the bouncer, but it made me feel even more exposed to David, who I still saw as a stranger. Simon held my hand and we walked across to the playpen. Once inside Paula shut the gate behind us. “David, come over here” David did as he was told, standing by the side of the playpen. Paula undid his flies and pulled his dick out. She gave it a little kiss and then looked across to me. “Come on Baby Louise, let’s try a different dummy shall we?” I went across and knelt down, taking David’s cock in my hands and placing it carefully in my mouth. It stiffened almost immediately. “Good girl” Paula said. I’d considerable experience of oral in my line of work so I like to think I have a certain talent, one enhanced by the fact that I’d spent most of the last 24 hours sucking on something or other! David certainly seemed to be enjoying the experience. He reached down and played with my small but rather pert tits, which I always appreciated. Simon had crawled behind me and was fondling my nappy. I was already in a state of heightened sexual tension, and this was close to pushing me over the edge. Temporary relief was provided by David his his dick from my mouth and covering my face with cum. Paula wasn’t finished with us yet, though. “Baby Simon - lie on your back. Louise, I want you to sit on his face and pull him off. Like a good girl”. I mounted Simon and squashed my nappy into his face. He held me firm, rubbing his face into the filthy nappy, putting pressure on my clit which was caked in poop by this stage. He was rock hard. I wanked him with my right hand whilst massaging him through his nappy. As he reached his peak there was one little bonus. A wet stream of poop and gas erupted from my backside; the castor oil’s finale. Simon’s face was only separated from this by the padding of my nappy. It was no great surprise by this stage that my somewhat flamboyant pooping of my nappy was right up there on Simon’s sexual fantasy wish-list and his spunk joined David’s on my face. I think Simon would have stayed under my dirty nappy forever but Paula broke the spell, taking my hands and lifting me up. “You’ve been an exceptionally good girl. I think it’s time to get you cleaned up.

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