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This chapter should be a bit shorter than the others, so hopefully I managed to get most of the typos out of the way. It's really relaxing writing this. And it's not looking to be a short story either! Thanks again for all the support! Chapter 12 Feeling uneasy was unfortunately normal for Sean, since he arrived in this new bizarre dimension. It turned out to be far more than he could have possibly imagined. Quitting would be the logical option. He had no desire to spend the rest of his days as someone's baby. But he had his reasons for staying and enduring the childish treatm

Hopefully the formatting will improve. Thanks for the constructive criticism. No asterisks needed in this chapter, but will do so, in the upcoming chapters. Another long as heck chapter. Not sure if this is going to be the norm, but anyhow, thanks again for your support! Chapter 11 Sean gritted his teeth. Despite everything that had been dealt to him, he still wanted to enjoy the sights that the Aquarium offered. He noticed that many species of the fish, were far different from the ones in his world. He was so curious about the differences in the wild life and Eco-system, compared

Chapter 23: I must have damn near knocked out all my teeth, my jaw dropped so low by the sight that greeted me once the door swung open. Gone was my gigantic dresser, which before had housed my adult wardrobe and later most of my diaper supplies and several pieces of clothing and accessories. In its place was now a massive white changing table, almost double the length of the original dresser and just a bit above belly button height. Several shelves were built into the table underneath and here I spotted several packs of unopened diaper, some unpacked and laying on full display for eas

Chapter 22: Wanting to take advantage of the amazing summer we had been blessed with, Mom arranged for herself, Karen, Jack and me to spent the day at the nearby park. The same park that I took the bus to, what seemed like ages ago. The same park that I truly wore my diapers outside and public for the first time. Things had changed quite a bit since that first outing and when Mom announced her plans the evening before, I wasn’t particular bothered by the idea, it would be nice to get out of the house for a bit and it had been a while since we’ve spent time with Karen and Jack, “It will

Special Alert! Patreon now offers annual membership which means instead of paying from month to month you pay once for the whole year! I'm offering a 16% discount (the most Patreon will allow) to anyone who signs up and that works out as roughly two months of free content! Scott has to leave the relative safety of his bedroom yet again when his biological father asks to see him. Scott has to contend with yet more embarrassment but maybe it isn't as bad as he thought it would be... It may well be better than what is waiting for him back at home. --- This story has been available

41.) Julienne sat across from me nervously and I could hardly breathe properly. Anticipation of the next diaper change was overwhelming me with anxiety. Another shot. Another ten minutes of being unable to move. What if someone else got a hold of that thing? Someone else could hurt someone! But Nurse Boots was so professional; at least there was one comforting thing about the situation. Though my anxiety persisted. "I don't... feel good..." "Are you okay?" Julienne frowned in concern, and then a moment later Cora took Maisie by the hand. "Hey Julienne, I'll be back

Scene #46 Know what Mary needs? A reminder. She always says I need reminder and generally starts a whole lot of sentences with “what you need is...” And we all know how she finishes those sentences. Well, nerts to that. Mary needs a reminder of the pre-we’re-gonna-ageplay-and-not-acknowledge-it-for-two-years me. Which is to say a reminder that I’m not just adorable, as the whole damn world likes to remind me constantly, but hot AF. Not movie-star-hot-AF, but in a realistic lesbian-next-door kinda way. Now, I was hoping I wouldn’t hafta spell it out for Mary. My objective was

Hello. I must thank everyone again for the kindness you've shown my story. I wasn't expecting to get one comment on it, much less so many wonderfully sweet and complimentary ones. Our protagonist will learn today one of the biggest impacts the regressing she's received has had.... Chapter Five: Self Fulfilling Prophecy I’d been given a few gifts from my main bitch Margaret, most of which manifested during ‘tummy time’, which meant that sometimes I would get to be let out of my box and allowed to lay on a towel on the floor and play with soft blocks, a small set of plastic keys, wh

Chapter 12. Kim returned carrying pink shorts and a purple top. "Did you finish your juice?" Emily turned in her chair. "Yes." Kim pulled out Emily's chair and helped her down. She held out the shorts. "Step in honey." Emily picked her foot up of the floor, happy she was finally going to get something to cover up her pull-up. As Kim pulled the shorts up, Emily had to try again. "Please. I don't need to wear these during the day." Kim was bent down and brought Emily in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around her and gave her bum a few pats. "I hope you do

Hiya kids. This is a new one from Sophie - i.e. no colors. It also is totally fictional and not at all based on anything in real life! 👀 On an entirely unrelated note, check out my ABDL podcast I run with my kink-sister: The Usual Bet The full story (PDF and ePub) is available on our Patreon: www.patreon.com/sophieandpudding ------------------- Premise: Lucy and Mira are left home alone while their Mommy goes away for the weekend. Though Lucy is left in charge of her little sister, Mira isn’t the type to give up easily. As the girls begin a new game, will Lucy prevail as Mi

An intelligent college girl attempts self-hypnosis to try and alleviate her stress, wth a bit of small ABDL twist... Come on… come on… just say it already! The young woman chastised herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, an act she had been doing for the last ten minutes as she desperately tried to force herself to say the “magic words” that would free her from her worry, if only for a little bit. Abigail, or Abby for short, was a straight A student, graduating with honors as valedictorian, currently attending college on a scholarship. However, you wouldn’t

Sometimes risks pay off... and sometimes they don't. Wanting to kickstart Scott's second potty training leaves him in a pull-up instead of a nappy as they head out for a pub lunch with family friends. Will Scott make it through the meal successfully? --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to TWENTY-NINE EXCLUSIVE stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Pat

48.) "Miss Cress." The woman led me through to the nurse's station. It was my fifth day of this treatment, and I still wasn't quite used to it. I put my back down on the table and felt my cheeks glow. "This will be our last day," Nurse Boots said. "Really?" "Truly. You're wearing without argument, and wetting three times per school day. I recommended to the school that you graduate out of the program, and your Mom agreed." Which meant a few things — it meant that Nurse Boots could not collect her between classes, and that she would not always be her nurse. “I’ve enj

Scene #45 Mary gets frisky after having a migraine. A couple days after the aftershocks pass and she can move her head quickly without feeling like her brain is bouncing off the inside of her skull, and she gets rather solicitous, wanting to thank me for tending to her so delicately. And what else would I do? She’s my Mary, and it’s my job to take care of her. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s a role reversal. It’s just a marriage. Solicitous in what way, you ask? In the best way, of course. “Ow! Fuck!” “Excuse me, young lady,” Mary said from her position behind a

46.) "Hey you know, if you wanna invite her over one day, the three of us could hang out..." His hand had taken Maisie’s and they'd just left the school grounds before that topic had come up. "I mean, I've never been with two girls before..." Such bullshit, the rumors around school was that he had four girls over calling him Daddy all at once one time! And here he was, playing the innocent naive schoolboy. "She isn't interested," I said sharply. "Actually, I'm not interested, either. I don't do that." But maybe I was doing that, now. After all, I was kissing one girl and one boy.

It was the sound of Danielle's laughter that had awoken Ella from her nightmare. Her eyes were damp with moisture and her nightshirt clung to her body from sweat. She pulled the thin blanket over her head and cried softly into her pillow in frustration. Why? Why was she still having nightmares? Had she really expected everything to just magically fix itself overnight just because she learned the truth? Heather had sat her down late last night and shared the good news. It was all a big misunderstanding. He hadn’t been kissing her, or groping her. He had been trying to save her. It h

Scott first day at the summer club has been a disaster. On the way out Lyra and Scott's mother discuss what to do going forwards. The next day promises to be just as humiliating as the previous one. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to TWENTY-EIGHT EXCLUSIVE stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --

Hello. I am very new here, but I have been reading stories on this website for a long time, and I decided I would finally post one that I've written. It's a diaper dimension story. Those are my favorite. There will be mentions of a robo nanny in the 'first act' but they're not prevalent. This will get sweet. There's cursing. Please enjoy. Chapter One: Exposition Stew We had no glasses to clink together, so we pumped our fists in the air for Mary. In prison, especially a little’s prison, you don’t have much to work with in terms of materials for a makeshift goodbye

I slowly inched my way to the podium when they called my name. My legs trembled beneath me so much I feared for a split second I wouldn’t make it. I had been coached all afternoon on what to say and how to say it. I had to appear strong and unafraid. “The defense can smell fear.” Mr. Montgomery, the district attorney, had said. I only half believed he was joking. I wondered how strong I would appear if I fainted from nerves before I even gave my testimony. “Answer only what you’re asked; don’t volunteer information. Sit up straight and give your answers confidently. If

I dreamed I was with James, but we were both teenagers. We held hands on the beach as we sat in the sand, watching the waves crash on the shore. There was a strange beeping noise that didn’t fit with the scenery, but neither of us seemed to care. He wrapped one of his arms around me and pulled me closer. I rested my head on his shoulder and neither of us spoke as we watched the setting sun together. And then Debbie was there pulling him away from me. “Why did you do it, Eliza? Were you looking for attention?” She yelled at me as she yanked him away. His hand slipped out of mine an

Hello everyone. I am sorry for being absent. Without further ado: Chapter Four: The Beginning of The Beginning. To my complete and utter surprise, I opened my eyes. To my then continued wonderment, I was completely, glaringly aware of it. It took a minute for me to realize where I was. Everything seemed rather white, like a hospital with a lighting bill that would knock their accountant on his ass, and I blinked. From my head to my toes, my body felt weird and fucked up, and I realized I could think a cuss word, and that I could think plenty of words. Somewhere a little

Scott has fallen into a routine of embarrassing himself but when Deborah decides it might be time to start potty training Huw, Scott is given a chance to end everything. Just before a trip out to see family friends Scott is given a little extra motivation. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to TWENTY-EIGHT EXCLUSIVE stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreo

43.) Sugar kissed her daughter's cheek and slipped a hat onto her head for the drive home, because there was no shade over the cart-roads. "How was your day, sweetheart?" I didn't answer. I crossed my arms. I'd let her know I was mad at her. But she didn't say anything. The whole way home, and well into the house, she didn't ask again. I was just... furious. I just! I wanted her to know I was mad! That she messed up! Sugar took her daughter’s hand and led her downstairs, and it wasn’t until Sugar lifted her onto the changing table that Sugar tried again. "Was your nurse nice t

Scene #44 Dammit. No, you can handle this. But ... dammit! Wake up. Wake up! Wake up and feel better! Or rewind. Mary had a migraine, so Mary took a pill for it, closed the blinds, and got in bed. If being in her general proximity would make her feel better, I’d have been in bed beside her being all friendly and supportive. That would only make her feel worse though, so instead I was in the hallway trying to decide what to do. So what is it I needed to accomplish? Well, I had to pee. And you’re asking, aren’t there other bathrooms in your house besides the master

40.) "You look really nice! Nicer than I've ever seen you and..." Julienne bit her lip and smiled, looking at the pretty studs in her sisters ears. "I didn't know your ears were pierced! Oh my gosh, Mom did mine when I was your age, see?" Her fingers flashed her own dangling charms from under her white hair, and she smiled, putting her hand in Maisie's. "Come on, we don't wanna be late." "Does she think I'm joking?" I was more talking to myself than to my sister. I crossed my arms as I walked, thinking quietly. "I'm not joking! I'm not wearing a diaper all day! I'm not visiting nurs

39.) "Come on now, sit down on the edge of the bed, sweetheart." I did. I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at Sugar with a little frown. Something was going on. Something wasn't right. They were both in on it, too. This wasn't just some coddling or an act. This was something serious... "What is going on? Why are you acting like this?" The little bottle made a hissing sound as Sugar squirted it into her hand, and it foamed up, and then began to massage it through Maisie’s hair with all of her fingers. "Oh that just smells so good, you're going to be the most scrumpt

Chapter 5: My One Hundred Thirty-Seventh I.E.P. Meeting. “Is everyone here?” “I think so.” “Then let’s begin with proper introductions.” “Hello I’m Tamara Bankhead, and I’m the Resource Compliance Specialist.” “Hi, I’m Chandra Skinner: Speech and Language Pathologist.” “Hello, I’m Maxine Winters: Physical Therapist.” “Hello, I’m Jasmine Sosa: Occupational Therapist.” “And I’m Clark Gibson: Pre-Kindergarten Teacher.” There was a friendly smile, followed by a nervous chuckle. “I’m Winnie Roberts. I’m the Mom.” Yet another ritual. Another

this story was writing by cutelittlekokirigirl and Smolpanda on discord. they asked me to fix it up, and add some finishing touches before posting it. Cutelittlekokirigirl is one of the original writers of "The little thief" Maisy Briggs had come much further than she ever could have dreamed. She now had a good life, she knew her own worth, and she knew her strength. Most days, she didn't even think about... back then. There was no reason for her to dwell on the past, after all - it was just that, the past. But even so, sometimes the past comes knocking on your own

Chapter Three: The Long Walk. I’d let Betsy hang with us whenever I saw her around those following days because she didn’t seem to receive harassment from the guards or other inmates well. No one really did, besides the ones who decided to toughen up and dish it out, or the ones like me who found it best to make nice with almost everyone so no one wanted to give me shit. I still got it, of course, because that was a universal constant, but I cringed at the thought of one of the nastier chicks here giving her a worse time than the guards would. It didn’t take much to set her off, and I fi

47.) "I don't know what's wrong with me," I sighed, putting my head against her shoulder. She had an arm around me and played with the edges of my dress. "He was nice..." "He was so not nice." "Well... he took an interest in me when no one else did. I should be appreciating that..." "A boyfriend isn't a bank loan — interest doesn't mean you owe him anything." Cora continued to play with the hems of Maisie’s pretty blue dress, and kissed her hair softly, savoring the vanilla scent of her sparkly mousse. "You're so much better than Lyon. Now... Lew? Lew I could see you dati

Chapter 21: I spent that day just wandering around in my diaper and onesie. When given the choice, I opted to go for the boosted “super diaper” to avoid having to wear those warms plastic pants, which proved to be the right choice as the sun was just beating down on this particular day. The onesie was a perfect choice, Mom choose one with a white base, light green edges and covered in smiling cartoon farm animals, the material allowed my skin to breath and did it’s job by holding my extra thick diaper in place, as I toddled around the house. The extra padding in the diaper also

Thanks for the comments! Means a lot! Part 19 “I know you want your coffee, but you agreed to be a baby, and babies do not drink coffee in my house,” Miss Harlow said as a last warning. “Okay, then I quit right now.” I was done with this now, too many first for one little weekend. I saw the shock on Hannah’s face as well as that of Miss Harlow. “You can’t just quit after one little thing doesn’t go your way Michael,” MIss Harlow said. “One little thing? One?!” I exploded. “I got at least a dozen things that didn’t go my way. Crapping in a diaper, drinking f

Hey everyone, sorry for the extra long wait for chapter 5, good news though! This chapters about twice as long as the other chapters so that evens out, right? Sure it does! Anyway thanks for your guys’ continued support and comments, I hope you like, Chapter 5: Not So Rude Awakenings Kaya woke up slowly after napping soundly for almost two hours. Much to her delight, she found that the soiled and wet diaper she had worn to sleep had been changed since then. It was obvious what had happened, but how Kaya had been taken out of bed, changed, and then brought back without

Scene #43 I think this may mark the end of the newlywed phase, and I’m gonna apologize right now for the TMI, but this is my diary and posterity needs to know these things to understand how things went down and not just get the lopsided view of The Punisher. So sorry to be crass, but we all know that relationships follow a particular arc: there’s the phase when you’d explode before farting in front of your significant other, followed by the phase when you’re finally comfortable enough around one another to let one rip now and again, and the phase when it stops b

( (above image by Buckarooblaster on Deviantart, used with permission) "Are we there yet?" "We've barely left yet, and we still need to pick up your big sister," the large, graying middle age man in the front seat replied without taking his eyes off the road. "She's not my sister!" "Well she is now, Erica." this time he glanced into the mirror to see her, and spoke with an edge of warning in his voice. "And she's not my "big" sister," Erica muttered. "Hey!" he growled. "That's enough whining. Settle down and watch your cartoons or I'll pu

Check out this diaper I made! The art, graphics, and diaper construction and design were all done by me by hand! It looks amazing!

Hello! And welcome to my newest story! I will be posted this story every Monday and Wednesday! You can find early access to this story (as well as a bunch of other stuff) on my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug You can currently find Chapter Two and Three on my Patreon already! I would like to thank my Patrons! Matthew, James S., Mike S., Paul B., Taylor E., Ryan, Ryan, dballer92, David, Scott S., luap1123, Benton, Sean, Andrew, babyjamie, Adam A., Thomas M., littlelegoartist, Michael S., Little Astro, Rob, Jukebox, Jeff, Artemisclydefrog And even a thank you to those th

Note: Not a AB story, just girl wearing nappies/diapers. Young girl, no adult stuff. Where do I begin? Was it because I was undergoing puberty, so I had to wear pads stuck to my knickers? Was it because I saw cartoons where the characters of various age wore nappies? Or was it because I keep seeing my one-year old stepbrother in nappies and being carried away to be changed? How about the time I got caught in his stop fingering his pampers? "Cathy what are you doing? “cried my stepmum. "Have you finished your homework? I see your room isn't still tidied. Go clean it." I hav

-_-_Chapter 5_-_- I woke from the most restful slumber I had ever had, an early morning breeze made the curtains dance in the sunlight beaming through the open window. I stretched my arms, pushing the sheets off me, letting my eyes adjust to the light. I slowly came to my surroundings, remembering the previous day. Looking at my waist, I saw the diaper I was put in was now swollen. ‘I definitely do not remember doing that’ I thought as I reached for the tapes. I pulled, nothing, I tugged harder, only resulting in my fingers slipping off. “Whatever,” I mumbled as I gave up. “I

Chapter 19 The following morning Chelsea awoke to the sound of her mother and sister talking in Madison’s room. “There, happy? Can you take this thing off me now?” “You just wet honey. I want you to sit in it through breakfast to get the full effect and then I’ll take it off.” “This is so not fair, I promised I wouldn’t make fun of her anymore.” The 21-year-old couldn’t help but chuckle at the 13-year-olds plight. Serves her right Chelsea thought rolling over and immediately her good mood turned sour. Standing up and reaching a hand to her backside confirmed the suspic

45.) That night, Sugar tucked Maisie in after changing her — she was wet, oh so wet, but she didn't make a fuss. She didn't fuss over the new diaper, or the nightgown, or being led to bed and lifted in and tucked under the covers. She didn't fuss over being sung to, or over falling asleep with a pacifier that Sugar had offered thoughtfully, and even when she wet that night, she barely even stirred. The next morning, before the sun had crested the horizon, she was woken up by her sister crawling into bed with her. "...had a bad dream, can I cuddle with you until Mama wakes us up...?"

Part 20 “Mikey, are you ready for dinner?” I heard mommy asking. I turned around to face her, mommy was standing in the doorway, wearing a white apron. “Almost,” I said as I grabbed the bottle and drank the last bit from it. Finished I dropped the bottle and let out a loud burp. “There is my little boy!” Mommy said with great enthusiasm as she bent over and placed her hands on her knees. “Follow me,” mommy said as she turned around and went to the kitchen. I stood up, grabbed the empty bottle and quickly waddled after her. In the kitchen I gave the bottle

44.) I sat on my porch, looking out at the street. I had arrived on this island not even two weeks ago, but it felt like months. So much had changed in so little time. This place… “Hey. Room for one more?” I looked up at Kodi, who was walking along the grass between our houses. He pulled himself onto my porch and took a seat beside me. I didn’t like him so close - I was in a piss-soaked diaper and I felt absolutely disgusting. But he didn’t know that, I guess… “Sure, take a seat,” I sighed. “Take whatever you want. Seems to be the way of things around here…” “

42.) I didn't hate myself for it until much later, when I thought back. But even then, it seemed like the right thing to do. That was the second time the Bright Powder was used on me, and it was just as terrible as the first. Nurse Boots put me into a fresh diaper, still purple, and sent me off for my last class. I wasn't checked after school. I didn't have to be. And as I was walking home, Cora grabbed my hand. "Not now, oh god, please not now..." "As flattering as that is," she said sourly, "we have ballet." ...right. "I'm not doing that. Who told you I was doing that?

Chapter 20: I awoke sometime in the middle of the night, it was still dark outside and the birds had yet to start singing, the house was covered in complete silence. Except from some serious rumbling coming from my stomach and bowels, which was closely followed by some tight cramps. I noticed my pacifier missing from between my lips and soon found my hands rummaging around the bed, between the sheet and under my pillow, where I finally found my trusty comforter and slid it back in place, where it belonged. Another rumble echoed through my darkened bedroom, followed by another cr

Ella had only had ten minutes alone with the tablet. Ten minutes! She had been completely transfixed by the brightness and colors of its loading screen, before it had been unceremoniously yanked from her grasp. At first she thought it had been Brian. Ella was already prepared to bite him if necessary, but it hadn’t been him at all. It was Mrs. Hernandez. “I’m sorry, Ella, but we think this might be unsafe for you.” “No, it’s mine!” Her words sounded a lot more like “Mr. Mime!” but her reaching hands made it perfectly clear she wasn’t giving it up without a fight. It w

36.) The boat moved pretty well. It had no steering. If we wanted to turn, someone had to stop pedaling. Usually my sister, since we were facing out toward the ocean. We went further out, a little, and then toward the beaches. It was... kind of magical. "I neva been on a boat... any kind..." "It's really fun, right?" Where the paddle-boats went was a little further out from the shore than where people swam, which kept one from interfering with the other, and it also meant the water was a little calmer here, too, though still warm where it splashed up from the edges of the boat. "I r

He needs to find some balance and not be overtly childish at work.

I will be making this design, as well as other designs on commission (pics coming as soon as I receive the fabric)! Commission slots are currently closed as I'm finishing up a few projects, so it may take me a couple weeks assuming there's no hiccups. I'll announce on my Twitter before I reopen but you can also check out my website as well at www.waddlebutt.fun. I anticipate slots filling very quickly with how much interest I'm getting. The diaper template used to make the is my own design that I've been honing for years. The graphics are made digitally, turned into an image, and then pr

Chapter 3 “Jake!” My mom yelled, “Time for your check.” It was the morning ritual all over again. “Dry! You did it! A whole week dry! You know what that means!” Jake did not hesitate, “Big boy pants all the time!” I could not help but feel immensely proud of him. How could he accomplish such a difficult goal. Staying dry was one of the most impressive things going, I thought. Then Mommy turned to me. “Now your turn Jamie!” My turn, what does she mean by my turn? I’m 20, I have not gone through this ritual for almost 15 years! That’s when I noticed that my underwear felt, softer