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That's the most innocent and thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thanks for pointing out my silly small insignificant spelling error that I'm sure didn't matter one bit because people could have clicked on the link and seen the correct spelling. But again thanks for looking out for me. It was really sweet of you.

So I note today's update contains a grown man in diaper/dress in a public park showing off (Sissy picture). If I have one gripe about this community, it's this. Some members, because they crave and are starved of understanding, and have no release outlet, seem to think it's perfectly okay to 'accidentally' put their fetish/lifestyle onto other people to get a reaction. We often wonder why there's no good news reported on ab/dl. I only hope this photo was staged in a private area (his own back yard with 12' fence), but I doubt it. What if a family walked around the corner unexpectedly? Good luck explaining that to little Timmy. The headline almost read 'Man arrested for exposing diaper and romper in children's park', and we'd all have been disgusted. This community should have ZERO tolerance for the members of this community that push their lifestyle onto others for their own gratification.

Some benefits to diapers are pretty obvious - you didn't have to use the gross public restroom at some event; you didn't have to get up during the movie, etc. But some I never really expected, this thread is a tribute to them... share yours! One of the first ones I noticed is that the skin on my hands got better. Because of a pill I take with diuretic effects I'm going to the bathroom constantly, and so washing my hands constantly. With diapers I only need to change 2-3 times during the work day. So less trips to the bathroom, less hand washes = not such dry skin! Another one is that a diaper pads out my butt - makes crossdressing easier! Yet another - with a thicker diaper its much harder to cross my legs, especially in a feminine way - behavior I've been trying to stop doing (especially when I'm not dressed the part). So, share yours!

Have always assumed they are just adding the scent and repacking a Canadian generic diaper. Custom diaper lines have to be ordered by the container ship load, yet they never seem to have more than a handful of bags/cases available at a time. Like WBDaddy the shipping has kept me from trying them. Almost $40 for one bag of 10 diapers with the postage.

Lemme get this straight. You thnk it is all right to wear (I am using linaguage that no little girl should use) SHITTY (read filthy and septic) diapers while working around FOOD THAT PEOPLE EAT? WTF PLANET ARE WE TALKING ABOUT HERE??? Did you ever hear of E Coli?? It's been all over the news for the last year. That is something with ZERO TOLERENCE! All they would need is for one case to be traced back to them; and you. Again, I must resort to my old standby: Where is the FRONT of the horse?

It's a very good idea to get samples first, especially since both cushies and bambinos, though they have the best available quality, have issues working on people of certain body types.

If you get any bambino diapers do NOT get the Teddy ones u will be sorry you did the tapes stick very poor on them.. Get the Classico

Ah this is jsut some guy being a jerk. Doesn't matter though, we all like to pee and poop our pants anyway so its not rubbing anytihng in our face. We willingly pee our pants on purpose. I know I do it. Most of the time I am diapered but sometimes I like the look of a long pee streak down the front of my jeans. Makes me feel special.

I'd get all I could at least "Samples" then you'll know if you like them.

Epilogue She was having the dream about the school again, the one with the talking cat. She'd been having them more and more often lately. She liked to think there was some deeper meaning to them, but she knew it was just wish fulfillment. If she were going to that school, that silly, made-up school for witches, she could have avoided this whole thing. Zapped away the curse herself or something.But life wasn't that easy. "Time to get up, little one," came the voice, cutting through her dream, bringing her back to reality, to the world where, rather than learning magic, she was the victim of it, lying there in her crib in an oversized Pamper and training bra. She blinked, rubbing her eyes as she rolled over to watch her nanny dig through her closet, unsure what the woman was looking for until she saw her pulling it out. She had no idea what the woman's name was - she was only allowed to call her Nanny, and even that only happened on the rare occassion her pacifier was out of her mouth. She was a middle-aged woman, quite tall and strong, who didn't even seem to notice that Summer wasn't actually a toddler. As bad as Heather's treatment of her was, it was almost worse to have someone, other than her parents, acting like this was all normal. Just as the witch had predicted, her family seemed to have woken up the next day believing she'd never fully outgrown this phase. She wasn't sure exactly how that memory worked, since her mom seemed to remember her being a cheerleader, since she'd agreed, delightedly, to let her do so again when Marilyn came over to talk to her about it, but they never mentioned her school again. In fact, she'd thought at first that her mother had completely forgotten her last angry lecture until she started interviewing possible nannies that weekend. She wondered if the whole thing about daycare stil stood, too, though she wasn't sure if she'd like that or not. Even if she graduated that, would they really let her go to college? "Still dry, what a good girl!" Nanny cooed, checking her as she lifted her from her crib. "But now, do you want to do pee-pees before we pop off to practice? I'm sure you're excited for your first day, and nobody would blame you for having an accident, but we don't want to make poor Heather do all the work, do we?" Summer shook her head, although she could feel a fullness in the pit of her tummy. She wanted that, though. Just the day before, on Heather's last day of vacation, she'd let Summer know just how things were going to be from then on. "You're going to make me a nice, messy diaper every day at practice," she told her, holding up the rocking horse she was about to take out to her car as Summer looked on from within her crib. "And if you do, I'll bring this back to you when I sit for you on the weekends." It was a horrible, humiliating trade-off, but one she had to endure. When she wasn't dreaming about the school, she'd dream about those days, seemingly so long ago, when she'd been in high school, bouncing between football players... She was sure she'd been called a slut more than a few times, but it didn't bother her. Now those trysts seemed like just as much of a fantasy as witch school, except for the feelings they awoke inside her, feelings that she was sure would only get stronger as she returned to high school, saw the boys she'd been with who were still on the team running about, all sweaty and hot... Just the thought of that sight made her whimper as Nanny dressed her. There was only one release for those feelings now. Her diapers were too thick, too stiff, for her to rub herself through, and there was no sneaking her fingers inside... It was her horsie or nothing, and, embarrassing as it was, she knew she had to go with the former. She was so engrossed in her naughty thoughts, she didn't notice Nanny adding something extra over her uniform until the final click, and she looked down at herself to find what looked like the straps of a backpack over her shoulders. It didn't feel like she was carrying anything, though... It wasn't until she saw the leash in Nanny's hand that she realized she was in reins now, to make sure she didn't run off. The Mary Janes would have prevented that, anyway, as they sapped away all the grace and coordination she used to have, but, of course, Nanny didn't know that. "It's a nice day," Nanny told her, "so we're going to walk." Summer shook her head without thinking about it. Even though she'd only been there for one full day, Summer knew one thing she should never do around Nanny, but she still wasn't used to it. She was going to have to do so quickly, however, or she'd spend every practice with a sore bottom, just as she was going to spend the one that day. She kept her eyes down on their walk, trying to ignore all the feet she saw passing them by. All too soon, Nanny was veering off the sidewalk, tugging on Summer's leash to lead her to the football field, where she was handed off to Heather, who was in charge of getting her back home. The girls, dressed in their their tank tops and shorts for practice, came over to greet her, still quite amused to see her in her current state, though they quickly fell back to the gossip they'd been discussing before she arrived. All except for Olive. She stood there, silently, staring at Summer as if searching for something in her face, before asking Heather, "Can I talk to her for a minute?" "Sure," Heather shrugged, handing off the leash. "Don't expect a brilliant conversation, though." "I just want you to know," Olive said, once Heather was off chatting with the squad, "I don't hate you. I get you trying to keep all this a secret, but I didn't appreciate you trying to take advantage of me." Summer cocked her head to one side, confused. "I think that just shows how low an opinion you have of me, at least, and probably everyone else... I almost wish you had been cursed because, well, maybe you deserve it." Still not understand, Summer shook her head. "Don't pretend... I know it's silly to still believe in magic, but did you really think even I would believe that story of you getting cursed by your neighbor? You got me thinking for a bit later, I admit it, and I was going to ask for more of an explanation, but... Well, I came to my senses." Summer shrugged. "Damn it, Summer, stop it! Just admit it! Admit you like this!" Summer pointed up to her pacifier, tugging on it. Luckily, Olive took the hint and removed it. "I don'!" she pouted. "It is cuwse!" "No, it isn't," Olive insisted. "And if you want anyone to believe it is, you're going to have to change your story." "Not 'towy, it twue," Summer insisted, stomping her foot angrily. Why wouldn't anyone listen to her?! "Well, that's funny," Olive sneered at her. "I think there is magic out there, but even I don't believe some old woman's ghost did this to you." Summer shook her head. "She wasn' ghost! She died aftaw she did this!" Olive rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever, Summer. She died two months ago, while you were away at school." Summer's mouth fell open, leaving plenty of opportunity for Olive to replace the pacifier before handing the leash back over to Heather as she ran off to join the other cheerleaders. ----------------- Valerie giggled as she saw the expression on her step-sister's face, quickly blushing and quieting herself down as she felt the other kids in the back of the bus turn to see what was so funny. Reluctantly, she stuck the ring back in her pocket, though she planned on getting back to watching the image projected in it as soon as she got up to her room. That was all the ring would do anymore, but that was enough. She'd hardly believed it when she got the ring in the mail, in an envelope with only a blank piece of notebook paper. It was a plain silver band, much too large for her, but even she had been sure there was more to it than met the eye. And that was before words started to appear on the piece of paper, explaining things. "I need your help," it said. "I need you to use this to keep your step-sister from returning to school. She's made some serious enemies here, and I fear it would be dangerous for her to return. I've altered her memory, but it won't be enough. It's up to you how you do it. There's only a limited amount of magic in the ring, but it should be enough." Valerie was sure it was fake, of course. Anyone would know that. And yet, when she asked Summer what her favorite class was, she'd looked confused for a moment, then yelled at her to get out of her room, calling her a baby. Valerie could still remember walking back to her room, heart pumping faster and faster with every step. Was it true? Of course, she knew she couldn't just let Summer know it was her behind everything. She only had a little magic to work with, and her sister was studying to be a full-fledged witch... If she messed up and Summer regained her own powers, she'd be in real trouble. But she had a feeling Summer wouldn't have heard about their neighbor dying, so, once she had her plan in place, she'd decided to use the guise of that woman as her scapegoat, daring to use a bit of magic to teleport herself into the house and change her shape. Now Summer knew it hadn't really been the old woman, but even if she could figure out who the real culprit was, it was too late for her to do anything about it. The spell was set and sealed, the paper had told her, after congratulating her on her creativeness. Valerie grinned, fingering the ring in her pocket, waiting for the bus to finally pull up to her house. All she'd really wanted to do was show Summer how it felt to be treated like a little kid all the time... But, she had to admit, it was pretty fun to be the big sister. Even if she had enough magic left, she didn't think she'd have been able to bring herself to turn Summer back. It was much better this way. ----------------- "Are you serious?" Delilah asked, eyebrows raising. "Oh, she's serious," answered Squeaky, purring. If he hadn't been a cat, Delilah would have been sure he was grinning. "I told them I didn't want a roommate this year," Scarlett shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm their top student, you really think they would have respected that. But no, they go and stick me with a freshman! Ugh!" "I think they expected you to help her, you know..." Delilah said, uncomfortably squirming on the edge of the bed that used to belong to Summer. "Be, like, a mentor..." "I'm not a mentor," Scarlett huffed. "Besides, they can't trace it back to me. The only thing I did was... block her memory a bit. If she was any real kind of a witch, she could have reversed it herself. She was nowhere near good enough for this school. But maybe from now on, they'll respect my simple request... Do they not remember what I did to Elsie last year?" "Umm... Yeah..." Delilah nodded nervously. "Is that her suitcase?" Scarlett asked, bending over and peering under the bed. "I thought I got rid of all her stuff..." "I-I didn't ask for this," Delilah said quickly. "My roommate dropped out over break, too, and..." "Oh, Delilah..." Scarlett grinned, moving closer to the girl, Squeaky moving around the other side, hopping up onto the bed. "Why can't they just get the message? You know, for a non-witch, Summer's sister had some really interesting ideas... I was kind of hoping for a chance to try them out." Delilah began to mutter a spell, only to find her mouth full of pacifier. She mumbled helplessly, feeling her mouth fill with warm milk, making her eyes start to droop heavily almost right away. "Don't worry, 'roomie'," Scarlett grinned at her as she fought a losing battle to stay awake. "I'll take real good care of you..." The End

Don't hate, it's just baby fat.

Isn't this in itself promoting an act of hate against others? I though this was supposedly an accepting community. I have seen so many examples of hate and discontent on this forum lately I'm beginning to wonder if the moderators are sleeping at the wheel.

So in the USA, it is illegal to talk about any sexual experience you had before the age of 18 (despite the fact that most people experience at least masturbation sometime when they turn 12, 13 or 14) even if the "sexual experience" was just getting aroused on something?

Not having to find a bathroom and even in the summer time, they make great pairs of shorts.

Start with an outline of your characters to make them "real." (You do an outline for yourself; it isn't part of what you write for the reader to see). Although the main part of the story will revolve around BDSM, add other aspects of the peoples' lives. Give them careers and other interests. Write about other stuff and then lead up to BDSM play. It helps if you build up to a climax (no pun intended). It will draw the reader in as they anticipate what is about to happen. Put in some secondary people--maybe add some "risk of getting caught" to the story. First and foremost, get to know the characters yourself as though they are real people. When the action starts, be descriptive and show emotion from BOTH people involved--that is, if you write it as a narrative and not in first-person. Although I've never written any BDSM material, I have plenty of experience writing about infantilism. Even in mainstream writing I create an outline showing where the characters live, the year, and then I draw up descriptions of all the people in the book. This will also work for a short story. Have fun writing!

as a child I remember being threatened with having my nose rubbed in my dirty diapers. it never happened but now the idea interests me. anyone else have similar experiences?

I want a daddy or mommy

IT WAS PRETTY MUCH ON ACCIDENT SO I HOPE ALL YOU LADIES APPRECIATE THAT I AM A CONFIDENT AND CAPABLE GENTLEMAN

I brielfy held a job making kettlekorn at a fairgrounds in my area and I would sometimes spend u to 6 hours at a time doing nothing but making kettle korn in a huge vat. SO I would diaper up in a bambino classico and wet (or mess) when necessary. Noone caught on about my diapers for a while but then they found out I was in used diapers and they moved me to the fair games section with like shooting gallery and whack a mole. It's unfair. I liked working at the kettle korn stand. It shouldn't matter if I was wearing wet (or more) diapers they were well contained and sometimes I wore plastic panties to contain should leaks occur. Sometimes people just infuriate me!

They never explicitly told me my job shift was a result of my diapers at work. However I assume it because it happened shortly after an 18 year old coworker guy asked me if I wore diapers (he saw them sticking out a bit. We had to tuck our shirts in and I tucked it a bit into the diaper accidentally) and he must have told the supervisor Greg that I was using diapers around foodstuffs because sortly after he caught me I was moved to another department of the fair. I don't know if they ever knew I sometimes had to mess while working (8 hours of making kettle korn gets tiring with no real break so I just went in my diapers) but I just assumed they knew. Quite honestly they probably didn't know. But then again maybe I just assumed something and that actually wasn't the case. Maybe they just needed to move me because the games section needed help. I honestly never thought about it until now. Hmm.

No I'm not. But I guess once the troll label is attached to someone it can't be unattached no matter what you say. I could become Oprah and give away a free car to everyone here and you would still call me a troll probably. To you, what I say is true is completely inseparable from something I can make up: I can't satisfy you and that makes me sad honestly. I did work at a kettle korn stand some years back. I thoroughly enjoyed it. We had this giant vat that three people could fit inside no problem and it was over a giant fire pit and we constantly were adding and removing korn bits. It was all in the open so that torists could see the action. It was pretty fun. The games section wasn't as fun, as most pepole who pay carnival games get pissed off really fast and start blaming the employee even though it ain't our fault. Honestly I wish you would stop calling me a troll. It's annoying, and the anoyance is exacerbated by the fact it's not true. Imagine if I called you something that wasn't true every time I saw you. Would it not get annoying after awhile? Imagine if people started called you "Bart" everytime they saw you. At first it would be funny but eventually it would become annoying to the point of pissing you off. How can I make you happy, Luvsgirl? What can I say on this board that would make you happy? Honestly sometimes...