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Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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Hello all, So it seems in the last few years a lot of the places I used to post stories sort of fell through. I used to mainly concentrate on Devinatart, Daily Diapers, ADISC and ABDL Story Forum. I knew there were other pages out there that took stories but those were enough for me. Anyway, of those, ADISC and ABDL Story Forum both went under. I've since posted on Spandi, but its newer and the writing community is slow to increase. I realized at one point about half the most recently updated stories were my own, as there simply wasn't many people posting. I would recommend this site btw, as I'd like to see it grow, but for now there isn't a large community. So my question is- where else are people posting? I know there are other pages, and I occasionally see my stories pop up elsewhere. (I'm thinking someone was copy pasting them) Are there other good places to post abdl writing? Which are your favourites? Also, how do you advertise/get followers on them? Thanks, Alex -
By Pup_Churro · Posted
Thank you for the postive feedback! I appreciate the engagement. I am gonna attempt to post a new chapter a week. Anderson's situation just got a little more crinkly. Without further ado Chapter 2: The loud doorbell awoke Anderson from his sleep. Groggily, he got up still in his pajamas, dragged his feet to answer the door. He did not even have time to brush his teeth or comb his bed head. The doorbell went off again. Anderson slowly unlocked and opened the door to a freshly energized Lucas. He was wearing a tailored Navy-blue suit with a satin white button-down shirt. His hair was neat and his beard freshly trimmed. One of his hands carried bagel sandwiches, while the other carried two oat milk matcha lattes. Lucas' leather briefcase was on his shoulder. Anderson let Lucas in and they both went to the same kitchen island they stood at last night. This time they took a seat Anderson was still rubbing his eyes to wake up. Lucas passed a bagel lox sandwich with vegan cream cheese over to Anderson. He slid the matcha latte over to him as well. Anderson took a bite of his food before Lucas spoke. “Your bed head was always cute,” Lucas said. Anderson rolled his eyes clearly, not a morning person. “Sorry I got sidetracked. I got your text last night. Are you serious about this decision? This changes everything.” Lucas said. “If I have a shot at a career this might be the only option I have,” Anderson spoke between bites of his breakfast. “Okay, I’ll send some texts out. I’ll try to get you on a talk show for tomorrow night. It's gonna be a busy day today.” Lucas said, barely taking a bite of his bacon, egg, & cheese. Lucas paused his meal to take out some paperwork from his briefcase. He took out a contract and a fancy metal pen. He slid them towards Anderson. Anderson looked over the contract with the only brand he currently could have a deal with. “Ummm Lucas…. I have a concern with this contract,” Anderson hesitated gulping as he was trying to swallow a knot. “What’s your concern Anderson? I thought this was the route you wanted to take,” Lucas replied. “The contract states that as a representative of this brand I need to be always seen in the products. This would be the only undergarment I would have to wear.” Anderson said as his mouth felt dry. “That's right. It's part of the pr Anderson. A whole rebrand. This is the only chance you have at a career.” Lucas followed. Lucas was interrupted by his phone ringing. He stepped out of the kitchen to take the call in the living room. Lucas turned his charm on by a hundred. Anderson stared at the contract like it was going to murder him. He did not know it was going to go this far. “Anything for a career…I guess,” Anderson muttered to himself nervously. He slowly and hesitantly grabbed the pen and signed. Lucas ended his call and came back to the island. He took a seat, taking a sip of his latte. “Good news, I got you on Evening Tea for tomorrow night. Josh Tea will interview you about the incident so be mentally prepared for any humiliation or curve balls,” Lucas ranted for a minute. Anderson slid the contract back to Lucas looking like he signed his life away. “I knew you would make the good choice. The brand will be happy. I saw some of their products and they are so adorable. I got to run as I need to start getting things in motion. But… before I go may I have a trash bag,” Lucas requested. Anderson complied, grabbing a black hefty trash bag from under his sink. Anderson handed his manager the trash bag. Lucas soon left the kitchen heading to Anderson's bedroom. Anderson followed his manager to see what he was up to. His manager was going through his bedroom drawers looking for something. His underwear. His designers, skimpy, expensive underwear. As his manager finally finds the drawer, he grabs handfuls of underwear to toss in the trash bag. His Calvins, his Andrew Christians, his Fenty briefs all going into a black bag. “What are you doing?” Anderson asked in a quite surprised tone. “You aren’t allowed to wear these anymore. You signed the contract. We cannot have you break it and lose the deal. It's not like you have a line of brands waiting to sign with you.” Lucas explained as he continued to trash underwear. “Wait, these are nice, " his manager said to himself as pulled a Calvin jockstrap from the bag. Tag still in place. He stashed the jock in his back pocket. “Drop em,” Lucas demanded, pointing at Anderson’s PJ pants. Anderson complied. His manager gestured to take off the pair of underwear he was wearing and give them to him. Anderson blushed, slowly nodded and did what he was told. He handed the last pair of underwear to his manager. Anderson gave a puppy dog look to Lucas in hope for some mercy. Lucas shook his head. “You will have to go commando until the brand sends you the product. We might get them today, tomorrow. Or who knows I might be back later today with the product. From now on you are Andy K. poor boy who has a toilet problem not the jerk wad that was Anderson Keller. Remember that.” Lucas said, throwing Anderson's last pair of underwear in the trash bag. Anderson pulled his pajama pants back up. His manager left the room; Anderson followed like a puppy. Lucas grabbed his half-eaten food leaving the apartment with Anderson's underwear. Anderson was left with no underwear and embarrassed, signing his life into “protective briefs”. Internet articles and tv shows still played yesterday's video like a reminder of what he did. This is his way to still be an actor, to still make money and not leave the industry as a nobody. …. The next afternoon…. Anderson got a knock at his door. Peeking through the peephole he saw it was Lucas in a tan suit with two bags in one hand and a dry-cleaned outfit in the other. Anderson opened the door. “Bedroom now, we must get you ready for tonight. I am gonna drive you to the Burbank studio and coach you.” Lucas manically blurted. Shoving himself into Anderson apartment. Anderson followed Lucas to the bedroom. Lucas got straight to business unpacking bags he brought. One bag contained wipes, powder, and samples of a pull-up with a space theme. The other bag contained a pack of white clinical diapers. The bag read Kozi Kare Classics with up to 8 hours of protection. His manager patted Anderson's bed as a signal to hop up. “Do I have to?” Anderson whined, stomping his feet in frustration. “You signed the contract, Anderson. You know what it meant,” Lucas answered while gathering the supplies. He opened the pack of white diapers, placing one on the bed. He placed the dry-cleaned outfit for tonight's interview next to it. “UGH. Fine.” Anderson sneered. Annoyed Anderson complied as he took his pants. He gulped hard as he slowly laid down on his bed. Lucas unfolded the diaper as its crinkle was subtle but felt loud. Anderson was silent during the initial process of getting his new undergarment on. “Butt up,” Lucas instructed. Anderson did as he was told. “Oops backwards. I saw a video on how to do this, but this is different,” Lucas continued. Rearranging the garment. Once, it looked correctly placed. He got the powder and got to work. Lucas carefully sealed Anderson's fate as he finished taping the white medical looking diaper. “I’m done; you can get up and get dressed. I rented these slacks and sports coat from a place on Melrose. Please do not ruin them.” Lucas said wiping powder on his suit. Anderson rubbed his hands along the smooth plastic of the diaper. Wearing it felt different, soft and thick. Anderson got up from bed, to rush to the full-length mirror in the bathroom. His boyish curly brown locks and new underwear made him look younger. The diaper had his butt looking bigger. “Are you gonna hurry up and get ready or are you gonna spend all afternoon gawking at yourself?” Lucas called out still in Anderson's bedroom. Anderson took one last look at his reflection. Anderson washed his face and returned to the bedroom. He unzipped the dry-cleaning bag to reveal a sky-blue sports coat with sage green slacks. “I’ll be in the living room,” Lucas stated while on his phone sending some texts. Still exposed in nothing but the white undergarment Anderson pulled out a white dress shirt from the closet. He dragged his feet as he felt he was forcing body to comply with his brain. Slowly dressing himself as to purposely drag out the time. One button at a time, one pant leg at a time, one shoe at a time. Anderson shuffled his feet to meet with Lucas in the living room. With every step he swore he heard a slight crinkle. Dragging his knuckles with him. “There he is,” Lucas greeted with a big smile. Anderson rolled his eyes, as a pout rested on his face. Lucas checked the time on his phone as his eyes widened. “Let’s get going bud, we got to get you into the hair and make-up asap,” Lucas pressured as he grabbed his leather briefcase and car keys. Lucas rushed Anderson to the passenger seat of his black Mercedes. Anderson took a deep breath and muttered, “let’s get this shit over with.” “Okay bud, here is the deal. The rebrand requires you to go by Andy K. It’s light, innocent, and young. It’s to scrub whatever bad vibes you gave off as bad boy Anderson Keller,” Lucas explained while pulling away from Anderson's apartment. Anderson sat in silence biting his tongue and looked out the car window. “The first thing you do when the cameras are rolling, and initial intros are made is apologize to the barista you cussed out and made cry.” Lucas continued. “Apologize, she is at fault that we are in this situation. I would have never had a viral video if she made my latte right,” Anderson fumed. “None of that stuff bud. You are gonna make things right.” Lucas corrected. “Again, with the bud shit? This is bull. I am not a child!” Anderson lashed, closing his fist hitting his upper thighs in protest. “I mean you are wearing a diaper,” Lucas snickered. Anderson turned red unsure if it was due to anger or embarrassment. Anderson decided to just look out the car window. “It’s her fault I am in a diaper,” Anderson muttered. Lucas decided to ignore the comment made. “Second thing, you have a medical condition that is why you had an accident at the coffee shop. You wear protection for it aka sneak in a brand shout out. You were a jerk to protect your soft side. You are the boy next door, not a brat.” Lucas stated still focused on the road. “Last item, Josh will try to humiliate you. He will poke fun at you. You as an actor will play the role I gave you. You will not act like the person in the video. Do not tarnish my reputation as your manager. Do not ruin my image, do not ruin the image of the brand that gave you a deal or I swear…I will drop you as a client. The last image of you will be a tantrum thrown due to soiled pants and that will be it. The next TMZ story will be you working at a fast-food joint.” Lucas scolded with anger in his tone of voice. Anderson has seen Lucas angry at him, often throwing false threats. This time he felt these threats were real. A bead of sweat came down Anderson's forehead. Anderson sat in silence soaking in the heavy words Lucas spoke. Lucas soon pulled into the entrance of an alphabet studio. Both passengers provided their ID and were let in. “Backlot 4 there should be a parking structure nearby. Staff should meet you and golf cart you to the stage,” The security personnel stated. The drive to the parking structure was fast and parking was no hassle. Both gentlemen exited Lucas' vehicle. The sound of an electric golf cart echoed in the distance. “Before we go, one last thing,” Lucas disclosed. “What is that,” Lucas asked looking bothered. “Well, if you need the bathroom, you are wearing it,” Lucas smirked, giving Anderson a playful swat on his butt. The thud of Lucas’s smack exploded in the near empty parking structure. Tints of red appeared on Anderson’s face as unsure if it was out of anger or embarrassment. Soon enough a staff member pulled up in the golf cart taking both men to the sound stage. Lucas put his hand on Anderson's thigh throughout the short ride to the sound stage. After, brief stint in the green room for hair and make-up Anderson was escorted backstage in front of two automatic doors. “I hope I can pull this off,” Anderson whispered to himself. He was there to save his career even if it meant further embarrassing himself. Was he even ready for that? Will Lucas drop him if this didn’t go right? The backstage crew announced, “Cameras rolling in…5…4.3…2.1.” -
By Cute_Kitten · Posted
chocolate chip and no bakes What kinds of cookies? YES! ALL THE COOKIES! -
By flowerdaddy22 · Posted
Great chapter, I'm glad there wasn't a cliffhanger either! 😁 Impressive, that audacious last-ditch attempt to kidnap Carly. You'd think with how much poop has already hit the diaper for Emerson their stupid attorney would keep her mouth shut instead of shouting her involvement in the whole scheme from the rooftops like that... Don't think I have anything left to comment on that I didn't already mention on the Discord, but I wanted to leave a comment here nonetheless to help with engagement :)) -
By NorthShoreAdam · Posted
It may not be accurate as it was set up long long ago. Very sorry.
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