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Night terrors! I have them. It's 3:16 a.m. and I've been changed into diapers and rhumba pants but I still can't close my eyes. So I'm in here jotting down some observations. I feel safe in three diapers and rhumba pants, and my silky pink teddy. I feel safe with my pink pacifier. Mommy put lip gloss on my lips too. I like lip gloss. But if I close my eyes the bad man will come again, and the terror. I've been crying for a while now, but finally I'm down to just sniffles and hiccups. Mommy's making a bottle of warm milk for me. I'm glad she doesn't have to get up early tomorrow. She always knows just what to do after the night terrors. I wish very much I could be as little and helpless as I feel right now. Alas, I am not. I probably won't be able to go back to sleep. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever stop having night terrors. My baba is done, so I'm going off to bed with Mommy. Nighty night evybody. Luv and hugs!

It actually hurts to say this but here we go....... I'm leaving. I've met some really really lovely people on this site and if you put aside the minority of nut bars this community is lovely. However, I cannot and will not stay a member of a web site that allows stories like this http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?showtopic=24175 to be published and read. In my opinion it is unacceptable and pedophillic and I don't want to be associated with it. I'll still be on Yahoo, MSN and Facebook for those who communicate with me on there. I'll miss you all so much (most of you any way) Lanny xxxx

If someone labels themself, I accept their assessment Otherwise I don't try to make them fit into any concept I have of labels and what they mean My personal belief is that anyone can find themselves attracted sexually to anyone else if they forget what the world thinks and let it happen I'm certain that everyone has wondered what every possible sexual encounter would feel like at some time or another even if they don't want to do it Being nearly and between gender extremes myself, I too see people more as who and how they are than as a specific gender or sexual construction until I get to know them better Even then, unless they become someone I like or feel close to they are just another human here on the big blue planet with all the rest of us Bettypooh

Science and psychology should never be used in the same sentence, paragraph or book, unless it's to say psychology is not science.

Chapter 6 Gail was quiet for the rest of the walk back to her house, which Barbara wasn't sure if she should take as a good sign or a bad one. She also seemed to be walking a bit slower - although it may only have seemed that way because they'd had a few minutes to rest, and the drug was surely wearing off more all the time - so Barbara assumed the woman had considered the meeting as having gone well enough. Barbara still let out an involuntary whimper as they walked up the driveway, past her car once again, tugging ever so slightly on Gail's hand toward it, yearning for its freedom. Gail paused for a moment, watching her captive's meager attempts at breaking free with a smile, then pulled the girl away, back into the house. Barbara was again pushed onto the bottom stair, this time to have her shoes and socks taken off. "All right," Gail said as soon as that was done, staring down at the still sitting Barbara, yanking the pacifier free from her mouth with a wet pop, letting the girl see just how huge it was. "That went pretty well. Since I didn't tell you all of the rules, I can't be too mad at you for not following them, now can I?" "Wules?" Barbara blinked, pouting slightly. She'd been hoping that, with how well she'd been regaining her motor skills so far, she could talk normally again. And she could tell she was getting closer... But she wasn't quite there yet. "Well, really there's only one important one. And that is that I am not a liar." Barbara furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, not quite sure what that meant. "You telling the girls this wasn't all your idea was fine, to a point, since you can't prove it one way or the other. They'll always believe me, because why shouldn't they? And that just makes you look like a liar, and a coward, and that's okay. But when I make other comments that can be proven, and easily, its your job to make sure those things are true." Gail sighed as she saw that Barbara was still lost. "Are you really that dense? I suppose so... All right, let me put this in a way you can understand, baby. If I say something like, 'Is somebody wet?', or 'I smell a messy diaper!', I am always talking about you. And I am always right." "B-But... I wasn't..." Barbara pointed out. Gail rolled her eyes. "I know. And that's the problem. You should have fixed that, right away. We're just lucky none of your aunties thought to check you, or you'd really be in trouble." "So you want me to... wet on command?" Barbara wrinkled her nose at the idea, only for a look of pure horror to wash over her. "A-And..." Gail only nodded, making Barbara shiver at the thought. That was something, cruel as they'd been, that the twins had never made her do. Oh, sure, she'd had to poop in front of them, and that had been humiliating, but in the interest of not having to clean a messy bottom, they'd gotten a pink plastic potty for her, one she had to ask, and sometimes beg, to be allowed to use. She had to continue doing whatever she'd been assigned to do - watching a kiddy TV show, coloring a picture, making a lop-sided sculpture in play dough - as the potty was slipped under her, her diaper pulled down, as she did her business. She'd been sure that would be the most humiliating thing to ever happen to her... But actually being expected to poop in her pants, whenever this sadistic bitch wanted... "No," she shook her head. "No, you can't! You can't do this! I am a gwown woman, and you have no wight to tweat me 'dis way!" Gail laughed, the opposite reaction as the one Barbara had been hoping for, and quite demoralizing. "That's pretty cute, coming from a little girl in a wet diaper." "I'm not wet!" Barbara declared, pounding her fist on the stair beside her. "You'd better be," Gail said, slipping into a more serious, sinister tone. "By the time I take those shorts off you, your diaper had better be soaked, or I promise, you will be sorry." Barbara was unable to keep a whimper from escaping her throat as she squirmed on the step, staring down at her feet. She hated herself for being so easily cowed, giving up so quickly, but what could she do? The last time she'd been in a spot like this, she'd been up against two teenagers, and the only way she'd been able to escape was to run away, which was relatively easy considering they couldn't hang around her apartment all the time. There was only one Gail, but she was much more intimidating that the twins had been. Gail grabbed Barbara by the wrist, dragging her over to the kitchen, positioning a confused Barbara in front of the refrigerator as she grabbed out three tall glasses, filling them with water before getting a white cylindrical container, the label of which was turned just right so from another cabinet, spooning quite a bit of it into each cup before stirring them up, the water turning a pinkish color. "What's that?" Barbara asked uncertainly, unable to contain her curiosity any longer. "Some nice pink lemonade for you," Gail said pleasantly. "It goes with your outfit so well..." "I-I don't need that much..." Barbara shook her head. "You need," Gail countered, "as much as it will take before you do as you're told. Now take it." She shoved the first glass towards Barbara, who backed away, though with the fridge right behind her she didn't have far to go. "You can drink it yourself," Gail said, "or I can get a funnel and pour it down you until I think you've had enough." Barbara sniffled, wishing she could see all of the label of what Gail had put in the cups, still remembering all too well how helpless she'd been after the drug she'd been given. The label didn't look like any lemonade mix she'd seen, but, thinking back to her dosed water, it hadn't been pink. Reluctantly, she reached out to take the glass with both hands, lifting it up to her mouth. Right away she could tell something was wrong. It had a strange aftertaste to it, not like any pink lemonade she'd ever had before. And, more damningly, it had a gritty texture to it - too much mix, she figured, but again, she was sure it was no ordinary mix. She started to lower the glass, only to have Gail push the bottom back up, higher and higher. The drink leaked from the edges of the glass, spilling down her chin and onto the front of her shirt, but she had no choice but to keep swallowing as fast as she could if she didn't want to drown in it. As soon as the first glass was done, it was replaced with the second. Luckily, Gail let go of it after first handing it off, giving herself a chance to make a fresh cup of the stuff with the empty glass, to Barbara's horror. Still, she wasn't so busy with that she couldn't keep an eye on Barbara's progress, ordering her to drink faster. Her tummy was already feeling full and bloated after the second cup, her shirt nearly drenched, clinging to the skin below. "Please, no more," she begged as she finished. "Are you wet?" Gail asked. Barbara sniffled, fidgeting on the spot. "I didn't think so." Gail took the empty glass, handing Barbara a full one, walking over to the sink. "No, wait!" Barbara begged. She squatted down slightly, biting her bottom lip. It hadn't been so long since the last time she'd done this, though she'd been doing her best since then to forget all about it. She forced down on her bladder, trying to beg it to get started, but it knew it wasn't on the toilet, knew this wasn't right... Barbara started to cry, angry at Gail for making her do this, angry at herself for being unable to, and then, as if liquid flowing from one part of her body signaled to the rest of her that it was okay, she felt the first few drops of urine make their way into her diaper, hitting the padding and soaking in, giving her a wet spot, but surely not enough for Gail. Then, as she began to fear that would be it, her bladder exploded. A torrent of pee flooded into her diaper, the soft padding turning warm and squishy all around her at an alarming rate. Once she'd started it, she was afraid it wouldn't stop, and that she'd waited too long and she was about to start leaking all over the floor, which she was sure would be frowned upon. Finally, however, the stream did slow, then trikle to a stop, leaving her red-cheeked and a little exhausted. Gail knew full well what was going on, of course, and she was grinning as she tugged the shorts down over the now swollen diaper, poking at it gleefully. "Oh, what a good girl!" she complimented Barbara, patting her head, but not bothering to pull the shorts back up. "Now finish your lemonade." When Barbara started to groan, Gail had only to stomp her foot and order, "Now!" to get her started again. By the time she finished the final glass, getting it replaced with the pacifier, she was sure she was going to burst. She couldn't even feel annoyed at being told it was naptime, since all she could think about was getting into a dry diaper and lying down. She was much less happy, however, when she watched Gail putting the "lemonade mix" away, as the woman seemingly made sure to turn the container just right to let Barbara read the brand name on the front - Metamucil.

May I suggest something here that may ease the minds of many members? It's true that people see showing off in your diapers around others as exhibitionism and forcing your fetish on other people around you. Quite often people are caught doing it, perhaps by someone nearby who notices and calls the authorities. While the debate still rages on weather or not it's illeagle to flash your diapers at someone else, the consensis is that it really hurts the AB/DL community either way. Most people who know a little about AB/DL's already think we are wierdos and pedofiles. Some people are just now beginning to understand a little about this lifestyle. Someone purpously showing off their diapers in front of people in public does often make the news and gives us a bad reputation. That said, I guess I can understand how you may get a thrill out of knowing people have seen your diapers. WHat I suggest as a compromise is looking on this site (or others you may belong to) for any local diaper parties hosted by AB/DL members. Even if you have to drive a few hours to attend one, it's a way for you to be around people wearing just your diapers. The benifit is they are like minded people who are also in diapers themselves. Maybe this is a much safer way for you to exhibit yourself to others in diapers.

We should stop searching for famous people who wear diapers...chances are they don't. And Miley Cyrus doesn't, this is a clear photoshop. Shame on whoever thought it was real. Whoever does needs a reality check. Something like this would be on the news, come one! Moley Cyrus, IN A DIAPER? Yea, newsworthy. Some lonely sap just took a photo of MC and, disturbingly, took the time to replace what were probably jeans with a diaper.

Troll......

I love the ABU Cushies with wide tapes and pretty designs

I admire and respect the participants in the PRIDE movement and completely understand what they are trying to do. However I'm not a big fan of flaunting your alternative lifestyle in public. IMO when in Rome, do as the Romans.

id just like to clear it up, in not a troll. i honestly like the exposure, its enthralling and somehow a lot of fun for me. i am still quite new to the community, i just want to establish where i stand in the community. i know i love diapers, i know i like the embarrassment of exposure, and i have adult baby tenancies. my question was to see how others handle them selfs in their diaper exploits. i don't mean to be forward, as i know the majority of the community is a lot more shy than i, so maby my forwardness if threatening on some level. i will try to be more considerate in the future.

Who the fuck are y'all to judge? In what way does it impact your life in any way whatsoever?

One of teh old Amber E stories from about 1976, reprinted under that name by DPF in about 1986, featured a 6 year old First these are not real children but characters. If you saw the way many little girls were punished in 1953 in lieu of spanking you would have the mothers executed. So, much of this would be ordinary to some perosns. Second. These characters are " stock" characters Third. The clue here is in the fact that we list a "Play Age". This means that the "underage" character is a stand-in for (usually) the reader. I could not identify as a Very Little Girl aka Preschooler, with somone over 8 years of age so describing an 18 year old girl getting diaper chastizement like I would get at around 5, having the same feelings and expecting it to have any personal meaning to me just would not do it. At a play age of 5 this would have no reality for me Foruth. This is "in the club". That means it is not for outsiders to read because, lacking the context, they would mis-interpret it. Context is absolutely important here The problem here is that in the days of print, the person who wanted the story had to take specific actions to get it. Consequently, outsiders did not even know that such existed. The internet is less self-selecting and those who are not equipped to understand the above can get at these kinds of things and draw the conclusions befitting the unknowing. It might be a good idea to limit this kind of story to members only so that the uninitiated do not see them

Lanthey, you don't have to read any story on this site. I haven't read through the story you posted as your reason for leaving. You know why? I just wasn't interested in it and I don't read what I am not interested in. Are you that bored that you read every single story that is posted here? I think the only ones required to read every single story is the moderators. If a story involves children and sex, then I totally agree with you. We need to get those stories off of here as fast as possible. However, we need to be careful about censoring. Where do we draw the line? We can't have any children in our story wearing diapers? We can't have any chidren in our story at all? Every person on this site is an individual. No two people are alike. We have different interests. Mine and yours may not be this story. unless a story involves sex with a minor, then I don't believe they should be censored. I write stories sometimes and I have posted them on the internet. Not on this site yet, but that may change. So far all of my stories have involved children or Minors (under 18) wearing diapers. There hasn't been one mention of sex in any of my stories. Not your cup of tea? that's fine. I write for my own pleasure and for those who like that kind of story. Don't try to censor a story because it doesn't meet your standards. Diaper1, I appreciate the fine job the moderators do. No one is perfect. you cannot be on her 24/7 and this is a big site to keep under control. You and the other moderators do a masterful job.

I'm not celebrating a medical disorder. But I have read sources that M.C. has Colitis or some other condition that makes it difficult to control B.M.'s That could be an ugly rumor and I hope it is. But I wonder if this pic is real, just out of curiosity. It's either a very good "pastie" job, or just her saying WTH sometimes I need diapers. If so, good for her.

So, personally, i like going to the mall, waddling, crinkling, and happly telling anyone who asks. i guess im a bit of a show off, i really love my diapers. What do you think? am i the only little showoff out there?

The Game is easy: Describe something you actually do or think that you think might be racist. Is it racist that I don't go to the Wal-Mart closest to my house because that's the "black wal-mart"?