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Ok, what I mean by what I've said should perhaps clarify this, lets pretend we have a 11 yrs old boy who deeply love diapers, the diapers are forced on him because he misbehaved a lot for awhile and got in serious troubles (yeah I know quite a classic for stories) so lets pretend our little boy is in his crib for the night, and does some fapping in there before falling asleep, would this be considered a bad thing since only the child is involved in it and no adult participate in that. -
Seems like it'd be easier to just make that character of legal age than worry about crossing lines. -
By superdiaperboy · Posted
I'm an AB who is in-between 1 years-3 1/2 years old. That is in nappies 24/7. -
By PeculiarChangeling · Posted
Chapter 18: Red Faced Skip crossed their arms over their chest and stared up at the wall as they waited for Melody to begin. They weren’t yet sure what they had gotten into. From the minute they’d been confronted, their brain had been on a short circuit, failing to keep up with the conversation. Skip hadn’t been able to think of a lie, they hadn’t even known what the truth was, and so Melody’s relentless flex of power had left them defenseless. A tiny piece of them, a fragment somewhere buried deep in their lungs, wanted to cry, to scream, to run. But…despite catching them out, despite laying bare how much they’d been lying and how much they’d cheated, Melody wasn’t mad. She wasn’t even annoyed, she seemed almost happy that Skip had lied. They weren’t in trouble. Or…they were in trouble in that they were being punished, but they were being given no reasons to feel guilty. Melody quirked an eyebrow down at them, and Skip realized they’d missed what she said. Skip glanced at her eyes then looked away immediately, embarrassment warming their face. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” “Are you going to take off your pants, or do I have to do it for you?” Melody asked. Not wanting to delay a second time–even if the first had been by accident–Skip jumped into motion. Shimmying their hips and catching the hem of their sweatpants with a foot, Skip wriggled out of their pants and kicked them down by the edge of the bed, leaving only their boxers and socks on below the waist. Melody took the next step, sliding their boxers down over their ankles and free, then discarding them on the floor. “You won’t be needing these for a few days,” she commented with a smirk. That only made Skip wriggle more, and at their reaction, her smirk grew. “If you wanted to keep these, you shouldn’t have broken the rules…” Skip looked at the wall above their head, shame creeping up their neck. “...or, you should have done better to not get caught,” Melody concluded, and in that instant, the shame was washed away with excitement. Skip wanted her praise, they wanted her attention. Maybe it was just the thrill of the game, and they certainly wouldn’t admit to any other motivations, but they knew that wasn’t the whole story. They were excited to play because they were playing with Melody, not the other way around. Of course, that didn’t mean they weren’t going to try and win. “I have a question,” Skip said, still looking away as Melody handled the diaper, plastic and padding rustling loudly. Aligning the tapes in the air, Melody asked, “Mhmm?” “When I manage to win, how do you find out? Do I tell you once things are over, or do I keep it to myself?” Skip asked. “It’s not as exciting to come out on top if you don’t know you lost.” Tilting her head, Melody thought about it for a moment. “If you manage to come away from a play session without me catching you in breaking any rules, tell me you won, but don’t tell me how. A magician shouldn’t reveal their secrets.” That opened up avenues of possibility. Many avenues of possibility. Skip could misdirect, they could pretend, heck, they could just obey the rules and say they’d cheated to claim a free win. This could be fun– “Lift your hips.” With three words, Melody brought reality crashing back into Skip’s train of thought. Whatever else they might do with the game, for the time being they were going to have to wear a diaper. They complied. The diaper slid beneath their waist and Melody gently spread their legs so that she could fold it up and in place. “Do we need to get other changing supplies?” Melody asked. “Wipes, powder?” “No,” Skip grumbled, only realizing a moment later that a hard no was the wrong answer. Without either a safe word or a reasonable explanation, they would appear to just be pouting, maybe even bratting. Melody beamed. “I’ll pick some up while I’m doing rides today.” Skip rolled their eyes. “If you think you need them.” Turning her attention away from the tapes, Melody looked at Skip, holding her gaze while Skip looked away. “Look at me.” Reluctantly, Skip obeyed, the eye contact causing their blush to flare up. “Do you have a problem with that?” Melody asked. “Because if you don’t expect me to keep you clean and cared for, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.” “I hope I’m not sore,” Skip quipped. “We haven’t planned out any sado-masochism yet.” The deflection worked, Melody laughed. After sticking the four tapes in place. It felt better…roomier, a more perfect fit than it had been. Melody had learned how to put these on better in the time since Skip’s first ‘punishment’. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Oh, and of course…” She pulled out the drawer on her nightstand and took out a sharpie, writing a word over the tapes to ensure they would stay in place, un-tampered and secure. Skip expected that Melody had just signed her name, but when they sat up and glanced at the writing, they saw the words were all different, and upon closer inspection, they saw the real message: On the right side the two tapes were marked, Don’t Even, and on the left two, Try It. “Don’t try, even it?” Skip inquired, misreading the message on purpose. Melody rolled her eyes. “I thought you might need a reminder: You can take this off, but if you do, I’ll know.” “What’s the punishment for taking it off?” Skip asked. “We’ll tack another day onto the time,” Melody decided. “And…if we want to stay on theme, thirty minutes on Grace’s time-out stool might be a good addition.” “I don’t want to use her stuff,” Skip said, quickly adding, “Legitimately.” Melody pursed her lips and paused for a moment in thought, calculating her answer, and Skip wondered if they should have safe worded until she said, “Thirty minutes standing in the Inspection pose I taught you, then. Keep the time penalty, but we don’t have to get her involved in your time-out. Is that fair?” Skip considered it. The extra day alone would be steep, but not unwarranted. Adding the time out made the prospect of getting caught really sting. Of course, that also made the thought of victory all the sweeter. “Deal.” “You’re about to have some breakfast, right?” Melody asked. “Want to grab something?” The possibility of going out on the town in a diaper blew past Skip and they immediately shut it down. “I should try and eat out less.” “Same, the dating scene is just awful lately.” Melody smirked. “But, alright. I can toss a pizza in the oven and we can split it?” “That sounds great, I’m going to finish getting ready for the day.” Skip got their pants back on and took their boxers, stuffing them into a pocket before they left Melody’s room. Already they were buzzing with ideas. They weren’t even all that worried about getting it off to use the bathroom, they just wanted to prove that they could. The tapes were snug, and from what little firsthand experience they’d had with the diapers, trying to peel them off would ruin the stickiness, rip the plastic, and misalign Melody’s note. (Can I peel it off gently? Or warm it up to loosen the adhesive?) It seemed like they could leave the bottom tapes in place and just shimmy free, using the bottom tapes as a reference to keep everything roughly aligned. They could probably get the tapes back down correctly, though any subtle misalignment could ruin things, so they’d need to be careful. Thoughts buzzing, they returned to their room and stood in the darkness for a long moment. Their windows were covered with blackout curtains, a towel under the door could black out any light from the hall, their room was a little cave of isolation that shielded them from the outside world. They reached out, knowing where to feel without looking, and switched on the light. For this, they needed to be able to see. Skip didn’t have a mirror in their room, but they took out their phone and held it up, switched to selfie mode so that they could look themself over. Their typical wardrobe worked here; between baggy sweatpants and their loose hoodie, any puffiness from the diaper would be completely hidden. There was still the subtle rustling whenever they moved, a telltale audio cue to anyone who was listening closely enough, but if they stood still, there was no indication that anything was amiss. Staring at their outline, at the negative space around their body, Skip blinked once and found that a minute had passed. They weren’t just going to keep wearing the same pajama pants they’d worn to bed all day. (Right? That makes sense.) Kicking off the sweatpants and pulling off their hoodie, they crinkled over to their dresser and found a pair of black jeans, along with a plain black tee to replace the oversized band shirt they had worn to bed. The jeans were a straight cut, not skinny or elastic, and took only a little encouragement to stretch over the diaper. With the T-shirt over it, the waistband was fully covered, and once they re-donned their hoodie, the whole outfit was perfectly discreet. Checking themself in their phone again, Skip ensured that they still looked normal, like their default self, in nondescript clothes that didn’t stand out. Mostly, that was true. Turning, they moved the phone to the side so that they could inspect the silhouette around their butt. The jeans puffed out, ever so slightly, bulging more than normal, with a little crease just above their thighs. Nobody who wasn’t looking for it would think anything was under there, but Skip knew. Grace and Pearce might notice too, if they were keen-eyed and curious. Even Brains. Skip shook their head. Even if Brains noticed, he would give them the benefit of the doubt and assume it was a trick of the light. The tightness of the jeans eliminated the rustling noise more effectively than the loose sweatpants, even when they swiveled their hips to try and make sound, it was barely audible. This was still a step in the right direction. Lowering their phone, they planned out their next few moves. This wouldn’t be a game they could, or even wanted to, win quickly. Throwing themself into the game would lead to over-indulgence. It would be fun, and it would even probably help the book, but they didn’t want to go too far. It had to remain platonic, and it had to remain a game, they didn’t want Melody to get the misleading impression that this would be anything remotely close to sexual. They would slowplay it for now. That said…there were other rules they could break. Producing their phone, Skip went to their scheduled texts, deleting every message they had queued to send to Melody. They’d been stupid, the timestamps were too obvious, the messages too samey. Once the messages were deleted, Skip went back in, typing new messages with more variety and setting new schedules for each, offset by minutes. For one work arrival text, they even scheduled it to be almost forty minutes late, with an urgent, ‘Sorry! There was a crisis here, had to jump in and handle it immediately, I wasn’t able to text when I clocked in.’ Melody wouldn’t stand a chance at being able to tell those check-in messages from real ones. With a victory already tucked into their waistband, Skip smiled to themself, put their phone away, and left their room, ready to play. ... My audiobook for "The Baby Bet" is done! I'd describe it, but if you're reading this, I'd hope you at least know the premise of The Baby Bet at this point, so I'll just say - there's a sample chapter on the sale page and you can get the book here: https://peculiar-changeling.itch.io/the-baby-bet-an-abdl-audiobook -
By superdiaperboy · Posted
Generally I'll sit in a pooey nappy till mommy says it's time for a nappy change.
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