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Mommy slid the nipple of the bottle around my lips. The insufferably thick diaper made my cock twitch in a state of agonized titillation. She sat on the bed with me and lifted my head up onto her silky thighs. "Is mama's wittle baby thinking about escaping, hm?" she chided. "Baby thinking about being free? Aw, now now, baby doesn't want that. No, baby wants to stay here with Mommy. Baby's just gotta drink allll the yummy formula and then him's gonna get his widdle pampies changed. Baby's gonna be a good baby and wear his diapies every day, gonna stay with mommy and get lotsa loving, isn't hims? Open up your sweet little mouth now. Drink your bottle, baby." I finally relented and let the nipple past my lips. I drank deeply and felt the chemicals of the formula weaken my bladder more. I started to pee. Mommy looked at my crotch as it turned yellow and smiled. She leaned down and tongue kissed me. "Mommy loves you this way." She said. "Mommy loves you helpless in your shitty, pissy diapers. And now I'm going to change your diaper. Just think about that, doesn't it make you feel cute and powerless just hearing it? I change your diaper. Look at you, so cute! Yep, it's time for a diaper change! Here we go!" Mommy undid the sides of my diaper, remarking on what a naughty, messy baby I was. She really seemed to enjoy mocking what a mess I'd made of myself. Then, when she was done cleaning me. She treated the shaft of my penis to a single, teasing lick, then freshly oiled and powdered me, affixing a fresh diaper to my crotch. Already I was being driven crazy by the fulfillment of my own fantasy. I was overcome with the reality of being forced to give in to my own babyish desires and futilely tried to seek relief, making tiny thrusts with my diapered crotch to beg Mommy for sexual gratification. She planted a kiss right on the front of my diaper, leaving the red outline of her lipstick there, then wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately. "You're staying with me, baby." she said. I moaned in defenseless gratitude as my diaper filled a little more. She reached down and checked me. "Uh oh, did you use your diaper again? You need another diaper change, don't you? That's very sexy, baby. You can't help but be sexy to me anymore. You can't help but sexily fill up those baby diapers. Every last one of those diapers is going to be pooped and peed by you, one by one. All of my friends are going to know a diaper dependent baby boy lives here with his Mommy. There are going to be diapers, baby booties, mittens and bonnets where your old clothes used to be, a high chair for you to eat in, and a clean bottle of yummy formula for every meal, and there's nothing you can do about it at all. Even now, you're losing your continence and giving control of your life up to me because you know you need mommy to love you forever. It's time for your third baba. Almost diaper dependent! Isn't this exciting? Now drink up." Mommy put another bottle in my mouth and made me drink. She cradled my head in her arms and rocked me, singing me a lullabye, and I slowly fell asleep. When I awoke, I could still only move slightly, as a baby would, and my diaper was full. Mommy was looking down on me and smiling. "Hi baby. Went potty in your diapers, I see. That's a very good baby. Time for your last baba. Before you drink it though, there's something you should know. If you don't drink it, you can regain your continence. It'll take a little while, and you'll find it uncomfortable at first, but you can have control of your bladder and bowels back. Of course, that'll be disobeying Mommy, and you won't be welcome here anymore. No more kisses, more babas, no more diapey changes, no more love. Or, you can drink your baba, and give yourself over to me. If you drink your baba, you'll lose control and won't be able to stop yourself from going to pee pees and poo poos. You'll have to wear diapers like a baby, all the time. You'll need them, and you'll need me to change them. You won't have a choice anymore, and you won't be free, but the love I give you will be unlimited. Every day you'll feel yourself wet and mess helplessly and know it's because Mommy forces you to. You'll love that, won't you? You'll love it almost as much as feeling it when I oil and powder you, when you feel diaper after diaper go on, and realize you can't help but be my baby, my property, anymore. You'll love pleasing me in every way. Have you ever heard of eating pussy for diaper changes? That's what you'll do. I'll make sure you dirty your diapers, and then I'll allow you to earn a diaper change by giving me an orgasm. After that, it'll be baby's turn. No more surfing the internet without mommy's permission to cum. Only lots and lots of mommy giving baby all the love his little diapered butt will ever need. How's it sound, baby? Ready to need diapers? Ready to be mommy's prisoner? Baby want baba?" I nervously nodded yes, and she popped the bottle in my mouth. I drank at a deliberate pace, feeling the power of my bowels and bladder melt away as the liquid reached them. I went potty on myself without even trying to, and I couldn't stop it. I whimpered, needing her to make it better. "Uh oh, you're stinky, looks like I gotta change you huh little guy?" said Mommy, and began to change my diaper.

I was sitting at home, masturbating. My back was to the door and my attention was directed towards dailydiapers.com. That changed very quickly when I heard a stern commanding voice behind me. "Hands at your sides, you disgusting baby." It was my fiancee Donna. She looked absolutely stunning. She wore a short, thin purple sundress that revealed her long, smooth tanned legs and a glimpse of her white silk panties, as well as her matching bra. I gulped in nervousness and she glided effortlessly across the room in her high heeled sandals, her breasts jiggling ever so slightly. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail giving her a slightly stern appearance but her beautifully made up face was curled into a sensual smirk, playful yet severe. She leaned over in front of me, giving me a good view of her rack and laid a finger under my chin. "Coochie, coo, baby bitch. Mommy's caught you, and now it's time for your punishment. Get up right now, walk to our bedroom, and sit on the bed. Leave your pants." I did as I was told. The sound of Donna's voice and her clicking heels followed me through the hallway. "Did you think you get away with masturbating behind my back? Did you think it was okay for you to not be in the mood, for you to not satisfy me? Mommy asked you a question baby, you had better answer!" "N-no I didn't think it was okay" I stammered in reply. "Oh, well, that means you shouldn't have done it, doesn't it?" "Y- yes Donna." "My name is not 'Donna' to you" she replied sharply, "You've lost the right to call me that. Adults who I can trust call me Donna, not disgusting babies who need diapers. You are to call me 'Mommy' because you don't need me to be Donna, you need me to be your Mommy who will make the decisions for you that you can't because you won't act like a grown man! Is that understood?" "Yes Mommy." "Good, now sit down on the bed." In the course of the conversation we'd reached our bedroom. I sat on the bedside half naked as I'd been instructed. A large bottle with a nipple sat on the dresser. "Mommy has a present for you." announced Mommy. "The first part of it is a yummy lunch for baby. Lay down so mommy can hold you." I lay on my back and Mommy cradled my head in her arm, planting the bottle in my mouth. "Drink your ba ba. Good boy. Finish it all. It's yummy isn't it?" she cooed to me as I drank and kissed my forehead. As I finished it I felt a heaviness come over me and found I had trouble speaking or making any but the smallest of movements. I was enthralled by her seductive behavior and didn't do anything to resist, not that by that point I could have. When the bottle was done she rose to her feet and returned to the dresser. "Now then baby, mommy wants you to look at your clothes. Are your clothes in this drawer?" she asked pointing to the second drawer from the top. "Answer Mommy." My lips fumbled with the words but I managed a reply. "Uh... uh huh." "Yes, that's right baby! Your clothes are in this drawer! Let's look at baby's clothes!" she slid open the drawer. It was filled with a row of stacks of neatly folded diapers. "Does baby know what these are?" Mommy continued, "Mommy thinks baby knows what these are! What are these baby?" Once again I nervously, sleepily replied "D-diapehws". "That's correct, my baby! These are your clothes, and they are diapers. This is because since you have not acted like a man, you no longer have the privileges of a man. Your pants are gone, and so are all your old underwear. I've thrown them out. The only thing you have left to cover yourself with is diapers. Since you want "daily diapers" that's what I've decided to give you. If wanting to wear diapers every day is what distracts you from me, your Mommy, then I will make sure you have to wear diapers every day. You're not going to be able to change clothes or touch your pee pee without mommy's permission anymore. From now on Mommy will feed you, and when you have to go potty you're going to go potty in your diapies. Every time. No more bathroom privileges. The only time you are allowed in there is when Mommy gives you your bath." Mommy took a diaper from the drawer and slid it under me. She reached under the bed and withdrew baby powder and oil, lavishing them on my groin. "Do you like this, my baby? Mommy's certainly enjoying this. Yes, Mommy's going to have a lot of fun with her baby boy. Does baby want mommy to make his pee pee cum? Hmm, I don't think so. Nooo, I think right now's the perfect time for baby to enjoy diapies!" she teased me sexily, securing my hard cock in the thick diaper. I moaned in exasperation and wriggled on the sheets, feeling the thick diaper between my legs. "There's no escape from diapers now, baby boy. You're going to be dependent on them, and me, forever. Your life will be the heaven of being totally obedient to, subservient to, and dependent on me, or your life will be hell. You will be totally controlled by my will, just as all babies are controlled by their Mommy. You will submit totally to my every command, never resisting. You will do this because I have taken control of you. There is no other for you but me. If you reject my love I will reject you and you will be left with nothing but loneliness and your pathetic needy diaper fetish. That baba I just fed you was the first of your incontinence treatments. Already I know you can feel it working on your system, and after three more bottles you will not have any control of your bowels or bladder. You can obey me, and stay here with Mommy, forever, being loved, being fed, having your cute little diapers changed, or you can disobey me and end up on the street, penniless, shitting yourself. It's entirely your decision. To test your loyalty Mommy's going to give you a command right now," she said, and caressed my cheek. "This'll be an easy one. I know you can already feel that first baba in your tummy. Hurts, doesn't it? Kind of makes you need to potty, doesn't it? Well that's okay, because you're safe and diapered. All you have to do right now is obey Mommy, and poop in your diaper. Do as I say now. Poo poo." Desperate to satisfy my Mommy I tensed my bowels, and began to relieve myself. I swiftly became acutely aware of the fact that I couldn't stop the flood of excrement that now filled my diaper. A little bead of sweat formed on my forehead as I wriggled about in the smooth mess, my erection actually growing at the realization that I would need her to free me from the mess. "Very good, baby! You're making mommy very happy!" she said sunnily. "Now then, it's time for another baba!" (Possibly to be continued)

**I know I should probably be focusing on finishing First Steps before I start a new story, but what can I say? Inspiration waits for no man! But rest assured, I haven't forgot about Sarah just yet. Just spliting my writing duties between stories, is all. Hope you enjoy!** ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kayla's eyes flashed open as a beam of light shone between her bedroom curtain. She looked at her clock. It was 1:30 in the afternoon. She repositioned herself and felt a squish. She reached down and touched her underwear. They, of course, were wet. Kayla sighed as she pulled herself to a sitting position. This was the fourth time in a row. Well, that's what you get for coming home drunk everynight. She stood up as she began to strip her bedsheets. It wasn't always like this; she used to be a good girl. High grades, never tardy, always polite. But at the tender age of 16, she had hit her rebellion phase. And now that it was summer, she could party more than ever. Almost every night, Kayla was at another friend's house, stealing booze from their parent's liquor supply and paying adults to get it for them. So far, they hadn't been caught. But now, Kayla had no excuse. The other five days were weekdays, so she had time to do the laundry before they got home. But now, they'd surly wonder why she was washing wet sheets. Kayla honestly didn't care. For the last year, she had been nothing but inconsiderate and rude to them. They knew she was troubled, but they couldn't find a way to fix things. They were slowly running out of options. Kayla crossed the hallway and entered the families one bathroom. That's one thing she hated about her house; three people under one roof sharing a single bathroom was ridiculous to her. She demanded to have her own, but of course her parents wouldn't give it to her. Fascists. Sarah stripped up her underwear, exposing her wet and cold buttocks. Next she took off her long and old T-shirt, which she always wore to bed. She powered on the shower and got to work cleaning her body. She shampooed her short blond hair, which fell neatly to her shoulders. Sone of the shampoo got into her green eyes, but she was careful to rinse them. She washed her moon like face, a kind of face that resembled one of an adult, but without all the roughness attained from years of stress and aging. Her baby fat still shown through. Next she lathered up her tight chest, which was at the peak of physical conditioning. She wasn't shockingly skinny, nor ridiculously fat. Just well toned. Next she moved down to her nether regions, one of the favorite parts of her body. She was quite proud of her bush, which indicated how advanced she was for her age. Her breasts were another factor in this; thankfully for her, all her outfits indicated how, "advanced" those were as well. She next moved to her legs, equally as well toned as her arms and chest. She was already starting a mild Summer Tan on her white skin. She cleaned her back and, finally, her bottom. Another "too soon" developed region of her body, finding a size of jeans big enough to contain them was quite a task. It wasn't huge, but it certainly stood out more than her chest. Thus, finding a pair of pants for her bigger hips took some time. She finally finished her shower and brushed her teeth. She put on some clothes, something that showed off her cleavage way to much. She then put on some earrings in her pierced ears, which she got without her parents permission of course. She walked down to the kitchen and made herself a sandwich. She was going to meet her friend Julie at 3:30 for a movie, so she ate light. "So Kayla, when did you come home last night?" Kayla's mom asked as she left the kitchen to go back to her room. "What does it matter to you?" "Kayla, tone. Don't talk to your mother like that." Kayla rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She looked down at her watch. 3:27. "I'm going to hang out at Julia's. Don't wait up." "Young lady, you didn't answer the quest-" she slammed the door before her father could finish. He saw his daughter enter her friend's car as she slowly drove away. He sighed. "What are we going to do with her..."

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how about a REAL enema... so he actually messes his diapers..... if he truely doesn't like to do that then that will be a punishment... and remind him what a REAL baby he is, having to mess his diapers.... also, how aobut NOT letting him wear diapers and making him wet the bed at night, sleeping in his own urine etc.....

they might be fun for the purposes of role playing, but as a functional diaper, I find them to be VERY lacking, and I cannot believe the hype they generate within the AB community. One more thing - ALMOST $8.00 FOR 2 SAMPLES?! HOW DO THEY SLEEP AT NIGHT?! I'm not sure I understand. I always get the xl size and never had a problem. Email them, I'm sure they will do everything to make it right. As for the hipe, I like the bianco because I'm not ab. There is no stupid stripes or writing on them. They hold up even when I flood them. They are expensive, no doubt about it, but I don't worry about that because I don't go through them very fast. 16 will last me for at least 6 months because I don't get to wear diapers as much as I like. Maybe you should try 24/7s.

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The interesting thing about common sense is it is not always right and is easily trumped by logic. Welcome to the ABDL world were common sense can't possibly exist! but like anywhere else, there are rules. Allow me to correct you in your post. People don't like or hate you yet, but I think you should take a softer approach then your previous posts. Of course, I am not saying your ideas and opinions are uncalled for, but if they have the potential to harm someone in particular, you should probably keep them too yourself. For example, saying "the social security system is full of loop holes and is one huge bureaucratic mess" is fine and is very agreeable, but blaming one member of this community for the problems that exist in the social security system is not ok. At least, that is the way I have interpreted Dailydi. Another thing is many of us here are happy with ourselves and have already achieved a great balance, but don't be surprised when someones questions your stability when you are constantly blurting out how confident you are of yourself. Have a great day!

Chapter 2 “So, Kimi, how was college? I’m sure it was fun right?” Aunt Renee asked. “It was tough sometime” Kimi responded, “I pledged a sorority, and I still managed to keep a 3.9 GPA.” “Wow sweetie, I’m really proud of you, that schedule sound absolutely exhausting!” Aunt Renee responded. “Yeah it was really stressful, I had to balance everything, I barely every got any sleep, I can’t wait to just relax over this break!” Kimi was starting to sound tired. “You look tired, maybe a nap in order when we get home, for both little girls.” Renee shot a look back at Hayley who nodded in agreement. Renee pulled the car into the driveway of her house. Kimi was in awe of the size it, it was at least three times the size of her townhouse in Chicago. Although not entirely fond of taking a nap, Kimi was tired so she decided it a good idea to lay down for a bit. Kimi followed her aunt upstairs. Renee asked her if she wanted to sleep in a guest bedroom, or share a room with a very excited Hayley, Kimi picked to sleep in a room to herself, she waked in and just collapsed on the bed, with all of her clothes on. Renee went in to check on Kimi, it has been an hour and a half since Kimi had gone to sleep. Kimi was sprawled out on top of the covers; Renee was about to turn away when she smelled an all too familiar smell, the smell of pee. She walked over to the bed and saw the wet spot between her twenty-year-old niece’s legs. She gently shook her niece awake. “Kimi sweetie, wake you, you had an accident.” Renee said gently. “What…oh no! I’m so sorry aunt Renee! This has never happened before im so sorry!” Kimi pleaded. “Its ok sweetie, it happens to little girls all the time, I think its because you’re just getting over the stress of college life.” Renee sat down on the bed next to Kimi and started to run her fingers through Kimi’s hair. “Its ok Kimi, I think you need to just relax for the rest of your stay here. I know it may sound strange but I am a firm believe that you should not grow up until you are ready, that is why Hayley still wears diapers and sleeps in a nursery. Hayley would love it if you became a baby while you stayed with us. “ “So you want me to wear diapers like Hayley?” Kimi was on the verge of crying. “Sweetie, I can’t have you wetting yourself, how about this, start as a baby, and maybe we you can help me get Hayley to want to start potty training, then you would do it too, and be back to panties in no time!” Without seeing much of a choice, a lightly crying Kimi took her aunt’s hand and walked out of the guest bedroom. They continued down the hall to Hayley’s room. When they got there Renee had the crying Kimi stand in the center of room while she stripped the college girl. She started with her pants and underwear. Renee then removed Kimi’s shirt and bra. With the girl naked, Renee easily lifted the light girl onto Hayley’s changing table. Kimi was still crying so Renee put one of Hayley’s pacifiers in Kimi’s mouth. For some reason Kimi felt calmer and instinctively started sucking on the pacifier. Renee reached under the table and grabbed one of Hayley’s Huggies size 6 and slid it under Kimi, she pulled the diaper up between Kimi’s leges and taped it snugly. “Kimi, these huggies will have to do for now, but I think the slightly larger Pampers would be better for you, these are just barely too small. “ Renee told Kimi matter of factly. “lets get your shirt back on and let you play downstairs for the afternoon.” Renee put Kimi’s shirt back on and took her by the hand and walked her downstairs in just a t-shit and diaper. Hayley was sitting downstairs, also in a shirt and a diaper, she smiled when she saw Kimi wearing the same outfit as her. More to come, probably monday

What I am going to say might shock, but please read before making a decision. Organise a meeting with a psychiatrist for yourself, and BRING YOUR MOTHER. She is the one who needs mental help. It is not normal for a mother to expose her own child for anything the child does. The normal 'sane' reaction is to talk to a professional, which your mother, in her obviously pathetic life has nothing better to talk about to friends and family other than to expose her own flesh and blood.

You need to remember there are a LOT of women out there. I know when you're young and/or sexually inexperienced, it seems like there aren't - and any woman you might get is a really, really lucky break you don't want to screw up. But trust me, that attitude itself is a turnoff. So regardless of diapers, act like this isn't your one and only chance - you aren't even in a relationship, so you haven't even invested that much.

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

Today I woke up and I felt like I was pathetic for wanting to wear diapers. "Why should I want to wear diapers to be aroused when I make love in the nude, diapers are just a crutch", I thought to myself. So I took my diaper off and got on a pair of crutches, and put on a special people helmet, and I went outside, and I started masturbating. Then I went inside and logged on to my favorite website: penithes.com.

I realized something today : a lot of my sissy behaviors come from feeding off negative attention, something I learned growing up. I will have to expand on this later when I have a real computer to type on. Basically after my brother was born, he started getting all the attention. The best way for me to get attention was by having accidents. As I grew older the pattern continued - I would get attention when I did something bad, but when I was good, my parents would focus on my "problem child" brother. Naturally as I got older that became my default sexual style. I expected to be called names and humiliated... Getting positive attention was foreign to me.

Stanley From reading ur post it seems u are a bright educated man!! I would say God has given u a great brain! A brain u could use to get a job and remove urself from nursing on the governments tit!! You say u have pain well me too!! There are some mornings it'd hard for me go get out of bed due to sports injuries I have suffered! I still get up and take care of my responsibilities!! I have also been depressed one time when an ex told everyone I know that I wore diapers! There were days during this time I didn't even want to get out of bed!! I still got up and took care of my responsibilities! Life is attitude be a winner not a victim! You have to fight for everything in life! Don't roll over and suck the tit of the US government!! Attach and achieve all ur dreams!

It's wonderful that you are willing to indulge your husband. You are truly one of a kind, and are the type coveted by many lonely little boys. That said, it seems that you are indulging your husband, which is fine, but what about YOU? Does indulging him give you pleasure? Do certain things that you do give you more pleasure than other things? Have you asked him what things particularly humiliate him, and are you willing to indulge these desires in him, without humiliating YOU - like out in public? Do any of his suggestions kind of spawn other ideas in you, or give you a little twinge of "naughtiness", such that you might like to try something more or something a little more involved than what you currently are doing? And, is HE making sure that YOU are fulfilled and satisfied in ways that YOU like to be pleased, pleasured and satisfied? This thing is a two-way street when it comes to a couple indulging each other, especially when the indulgences may appear or seem to be "out of the norm" as perceived by "regular" society. Good luck, best wishes and thanks for posting here!

I love the exclamation point!!!!!!!!!

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No point! You ask if I'm trying to push Daily Di like he is God or King of diaper world! Lol I'm not trying to push anyone! I just think that some people need to come hang out in the real world. Take a break from diaper land!! Too much of anything is a bad thing! That's why u see so many posts on here about how people can't find or keep a relationship! Balance is the key! People don't like me because I speak my mind! U question if I'm well adjusted, because u dont think it's possible!! I may have taken a few if my posts a little far, but I was shocked at the response! It is like people use this forum to escape the real world and consume themselves in a dream world void of common sense!! I wish nothing bad on anyone! I just think it's sad! Good luck!!