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You will not see an end to oil based products in your lifetime. There is plenty of oil in America and the rest of the world. The only problem is the environmental Nazis. The environmental hacks are actually Marxist and or neo-socialist that want to destroy America. The environazis don't want us to harvest domestic oil. Rest assured, disposabble diapers will be here forever. For the record, I wear and prefer cloth diapers. I have no desire to force my preference on anyone by law.

I got in touch with the manufacturer of Fabines (buntewindel.de - I live in Germany). They offered me a case of 100 for 165 Euro (about $230). I nearly bought them, and was going to try and sell some on ebay, but with the shipping costs, they would end up being almost as much as the ones from ABUniverse. I'm not sure about these anyway. After using Super Dry Kids and ABU Cushies, I'm hooked on the one wide tape design.

lol, given the current rate of il consumption as of right now we have still at least a milleniums worth of oil, not including the 900 years worth of oil the environMENTALists won't let us tap into within our own country(dakotas, not anwar)

Hi, d4ab. I'm a huge fan of the Stretch diapers, though I use the thicker Supers. I started with the Ultras because I found them locally, and loved the design and fit, but wanted more absorbency. My guess is that you'll like the Ultras but wish they were thicker. The Supers will give you that. -RMS

Technically, since every member on this forum is required to be 18 or older to join, having stories containing any sexual content to characters that are under 18 (since this website is hosted in the US) is a reference of pedophilia. Isn't that what a bunch of members here were also complaining about on [That other site]? Stories about an adult being regressed is fantasy. Stories about underage people being forced into sexual suggestive situations is pedophilia, like it or not. Allowing those stories here is a very slippery slope that can harm a decent forum and give it a bad name.

lanthey just hurry up and get back on here missing you

I agree.

Cloth diapers are no better in the end. They require electricity that is made from polluting the environment in their cleaning. The washing machine and dryer eat up a huge amount of electricity to use ... secondary to running your a/c in your home.

Considering they're growing algae that can create oil using garbage and sunlight... I don't think there will be any problems.

They all went through the drive through at McDonald's and got hamburgers for a quick dinner. When they arrived back at their apartments, Sam waddled up the stairs in his damp diaper, glad to just be home. "Okay, pants." said Jess when they walked in the front door. Knowing the diaper check was coming, Sam began unbuttoning his pants trying to be discrete. After all, checking with his pants open should be pretty easy, he thought. Nevertheless, Jess yanked his jeans down to his ankles and slid her finger into the leg band. "You're actually not too bad. Caitlin, you see this?" said Jess. Caitlin, now sitting on the couch, leaned over to get a closer look. "Okay, what am I looking for?" she said. "Well if you're gonna check Sam, you'll wanna just slide two fingers in here. You see in the middle here? You can tell he's a little damp but just by looking at it, you can tell there's nothing in the seat and its not starting to sag yet so he's only a little damp." said Jess as she slipped his jeans off of his feet. "And lately I haven't been letting him wear any pants at home because I want to keep an eye on his diaper... just in case he has any accidents." continued Jess. Sam sat down on the couch and picked up the remote. He pulled his t shirt down as far as it would go but it still only covered about half of his diaper at any given moment. Jess sat down next to him and put her arm around his shoulder. "Where's your bathroom again?" asked Caitlin. "Its just right through the bedroom door there on the right." said Jess. "Okay, thanks." said Caitlin standing and walking out of the room. "How you feeling, sweetie?" asked Jess. "I'm okay I guess." said Sam. "Yeah... I hope you know I'm not mad at you for having an accident today." "You're... not?" he asked. "No, sweetie. I know if you'd been in your regular underwear you probably could have gone to one of the bathrooms on the second floor instead." "Then why didn't you just let me use one of the regular bathrooms?" asked Sam, sounding a little irritated. "Because you've been having a lot of accidents, sweetie. And I know you've been sick but I wanted to keep you in diapers today just in case. Like I said, if you make it to the bathroom once but go unprotected for the rest of the day and have an accident later, it really doesn't matter much. I think if there's one thing we can learn from today though its that even though you probably could have made it to a regular bathroom, you still can't hold it for very long. Thats why I think you need to wear protection from now on if we're going to be in a place where bathrooms will be hard to find. But for now, I think that tomorrow... when you go to work, I'm going to allow you to wear your regular, grown up underwear again." "Really?" "Yeah, but don't make me regret it. If you have an accident in your pants at work, I won't be there to clean you up, okay?" "Yeah, sure." said Sam. "And there's something else I wanted to talk to you about." began Jess. "Okay... what?" "Well I spoke with my work and... for a while I thought I was going to be able to get out of going to this seminar at the hospital two towns over but now, after talking to my boss today, I don't think its gonna happen. Now, I'll only be gone one night and I'll be back the next day but... Shelby said she's busy so Caitlin is going to be watching you and getting you ready for bed." said Jess. "But...but... she's... she's in high school, Jess. I'm like a full 5 years older than her!" whined Sam. "I know, and I told her that you're my husband so she has to be respectful of you but... she is going to be in charge tomorrow night when it comes to your diapers, Sam." "You gotta be kidding me. She's a kid... this is so unfair." "Sam, the decision is made. If you ask me, you're acting like more of a kid than she is... pouting and throwing temper tantrums like this. Its really getting old." said Jess. Just then, Caitlin emerged from the bathroom and sat down on the couch next to Jess. "And I want you to stay hydrated tonight, Sam. You're still getting over being sick." said Jess getting up off the couch and walking into the kitchen. Sam glanced back to see Jess filling up his water bottle in the sink. Feeling ready to get out of his damp diaper, Sam let lose flooding it with warm urine knowing full well he'd be able to get changed sooner. He wanted to at least go to bed in a dry diaper rather than a damp one. It was then that he noticed Caitlin staring straight at him. With Jess gone, Caitlin had a clear light of sight to him across the couch. "What?" he said, trying to play dumb again. "You feelin okay?" asked Caitlin. "Yeah... fine... why?" he said. Jess returned, sat down, and handed Sam his water bottle. "There you go, honey. Caitlin do you want anything to drink?" she said handing the bottle to Sam. Just as Sam took a swig of water, Caitlin interjected. "No thanks, Jess. I'm fine. But I think while you were up, I might have just witnessed Sam's famous potty face." said Caitlin. "Oh yeah? Maybe its time for another check. Stand up, sweetie." said Jess. With a sigh, Sam stood up and shot Caitlin a dirty look just as Jess slid her fingers into the leg band of his diaper. "Oh yeah, he's soaked alright. Good catch, Caitlin. Isn't she sharp, honey? She caught that before I did." said Jess. "I've seen that face on the toddlers I babysit for all the time. You just don't see it from adults all that much." said Caitlin with a small grin. "Okay, Caitlin, its getting late so I think you should probably come into the bedroom with us and you can get some practice for tomorrow. Although hopefully you won't have actually have to change any wet diapers tomorrow." said Jess, leading Sam into the bedroom by the hand. Sam, now resigned to his fate, sat down on the edge of the bed while Jess gathered his supplies from the dresser. She handed a new disposable diaper to Caitlin. "Could you get that unfolded and ready to go?" "Sure" she chirped, taking the diaper from her. Jess opened up Sam's diaper and the cool air rushed onto his genitals. "Legs." said Jess. Sam grabbed his legs and Jess slid the wet diaper out from under him. Jess then opened the diaper genie and set it inside with a loud 'thud'. "Now you probably won't have to change any wet diapers like this one but, if you do, just wipe him nice and thoroughly like this." said Jess as she ran the cold baby wipes over his genitals and bare butt. "Easy enough." said Caitlin cheerfully. "Okay, then before you tape up anything, you're gonna slide it under his butt and sprinkle a little powder on him. But first we're gonna do the rash cream. This is where I'm gonna let you take over." said Jess handing the tube of rash cream to Caitlin who was still holding Sam's fresh, new diaper in her hands. "To be honest, I'm not sure if he'll need any diaper rash cream tomorrow because his butt doesn't look that red but... you never know. Its still good practice. Just squirt a little into your hand and rub it in. There you go." said Jess as Caitlin squirted some of the cream into the palm of her hand. As she began rubbing it in, Sam couldn't help but think about how different Caitlin's hands felt. For one thing, he could tell they were smaller than Jess', which meant it took her more time to rub everything in. Finally she sprinkled a little baby powder onto his butt and rubbed it in also. "Okay Sam, you can put your butt down... Now Caitlin, remember what I said about the tapes. This is the hardest part of any diapering. Do the bottom ones first, then the top ones. It needs to be snug, but not too snug. Okay?" "Okay, Jess." said Caitlin confidently. Caitlin slowly pulled the padding up around Sam's genitals before smoothing the tapes into place one by one. "Like that?" she asked. "I don't know. Lets see how you did. Stand up, Sam." said Jess. Sam slowly sat up and got up off the bed. Jess patted his diapered butt. "Okay, looks like you left plenty of room in the seat. Thats good. Looks like the tapes are all in the right place. Thats good. Not too snug." said Jess as she pulled back the waistband of the diaper. "Hows it feel, Sam?" asked Jess. "Um... I don't know... fine I guess." said Sam. "Well it looks like you just taped up your first big boy diaper. Congratulations!" said Jess as she put her hand up and high fived Caitlin. "It was actually... really easy." smiled Caitlin in self satisfaction. "Are you sure our little experience at the museum this afternoon didn't scare you out of hanging out with Sam tomorrow night?" said Jess. "Not at all." smiled Caitlin. "Great. Well, its getting late. Sam, you're going to be going to bed early because you've got work tomorrow. And before you even say anything, your early bedtime is since you're going back to your regular underwear tomorrow and you've been sick, you're gonna need to be well rested." "But Jess-" began Sam. "But, nothing, Sam. Caitlin, could we have a minute alone?" asked Jess. "Sure, I'll be in the living room. Goodnight, Sam." said Caitlin as she left. "So the high school girl staying with us gets to stay up late while I have to go to bed at 9:00?!!" said Sam. "Sam, I really don't like your tone right now. Caitlin is staying up with me because, first of all, she hasn't been sick for the past few days. And second of all, she definitely hasn't pooped her pants anytime in the past few days. In fact, I knew her as a baby and I can tell you she hasn't done that since she was a 2 year old. You, on the other hand, haven't pooped your pants since 2 O'clock. Thats why she's staying up with me. Now get under the covers." Sam slowly pulled the covers over himself and climbed into bed. "Look, Sam, I love you. You know I love you. But we made a deal that you were giving up control of your diapers. That means you can't argue with me about stuff like this. I wouldn't be putting Caitlin in charge if I didn't trust her to take care of you. I told you, she's really mature for her age. So I want you to treat her with respect. I know you guys can get along for one night, right?" "I guess." said Sam. "Good. And one more thing, I know I told you that I didn't mind you tinkling in your diapers from time to time and I don't. As long as I'm here to change you, thats okay. But tomorrow when Caitlin's here, I want you to use the potty for as long as you're awake. I know when its right there, you can make it if you try. Because Caitlin is new to all of this and I want both her and you to have a relaxing evening. And I don't want her changing any of you wet diapers if it can be avoided. So use the potty, okay?" "Yeah, fine by me." said Sam. "Okay. Now I'll try to give you a call tomorrow night but I'm gonna be super busy so I don't wanna hear that you gave Caitlin any trouble, okay?" "Yeah. Okay." "Okay, well I love you very much sweetie, be on your best behavior and do what Caitlin says, okay." said Jess kissing Sam on the forehead and tussling his hair a little. "Okay... love you too." said Sam. Jess turned off the lights and shut the door. Sam rolled over and tried to fall asleep in his fresh, clean diaper... the diaper that Caitlin had taped on him. If nothing else, he had to admit, Jess had taught her well. The fit was a little more snug than usual but, other than that, pretty comfortable.

"Its okay, honey. Just get it all out." said Jess, patting Sam on the back. Sam stood hunched over for another second or two before finally standing up and breathing a sigh of physical relief. Briefly, he made eye contact with Caitlin. There was something about the look on her face made Sam so uncomfortable. It was a combination of both disgust and sympathy that seemed to cut right to Sam's heart. "Okay... well, Caitlin, it looks like Sam and I are going to be a few minutes getting him changed." said Jess putting her arm around him. "Okay... um, yeah, sure... no problem. Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Caitlin. "Well... you know what, no, I couldn't ask you to... trust me, its not a job for squeamish people. No offense, sweetie." she said, glancing at Sam and stroking his back. "Jess, you know me, I'm not squeamish. I world with athletic trainers at school. I've seen broken bones and gross stuff like that all the time." said Caitlin. "Okay, fine, if you think you can handle it, sure. It'll go twice as fast with someone helping. But we should start heading towards the bathrooms because walking around in a messy diaper can't be comfortable for Sam here." she said motioning toward her husband. The three of them then began walking toward the restrooms. After what seemed like another endless walk, they were now only about 15 feet away from going inside. Sam was now beginning to contemplate yet another embarrassing change when he heard the familiar sound of Jess' cell phone ringing. "Its work, I gotta take this." said Jess. Jess took a few steps away from them and started talking. Caitlin said nothing but, upon glancing at her, Sam could tell that she was wrinkling her nose a little but still making an effort not to be too obvious. She must have smelled him. She looked up at the large dinosaur skeleton that stood before them. "You know, Jess and I have a picture near one of these from when I was little. Its actually pretty funny." said Caitlin. "Cool." said Sam unenthusiastically, now feeling uncomfortable standing alone next to Caitlin. "I'll see if I can find it when I get home. I could email it to you guys... its pretty hilarious." It wasn't just the fact that he didn't know Caitlin that well... or that she was still in high school... or the fact that she was making polite conversation. It was the fact that the teenage girl who had all of those qualities knew exactly what he'd just done in his diaper. She'd watched him do it. But even if she hadn't, it would have been completely obvious... both in the way he walked and the way he smelled. Sam couldn't imagine what could be taking Jess so long. After another minute or two of idle chit chat, it became too much for Sam. He walked over to Jess. "I'm sorry Mrs. Henderson, could you hold on for just a second... okay... I'm sorry Sam, I'll just be two more minutes, okay?" "Can you just call them back?" Sam pleaded. "No, Sam, I can't. This is for work. Its important." Sam wanted to say something but he couldn't find the words. He didn't want to argue with Jess. He couldn't bare the thought of making a bad situation worse. The uncomfortable look on his face said it all. Jess looked into his eyes. "C'mon." said Jess taking Sam's hand, cell phone still pressed against her ear. Jess led Sam back over to the exhibit where Caitlin was standing. She then slid Sam's new diaper bag off from around her shoulder. "Yes, Mrs. Henderson, I completely understand... yeah, absolutely..." said Jess as she motioned for Caitlin to come over to her. Jess then began whispering to Caitlin. "I'm just gonna be a few more minutes. Theres a towel in here. Take Sam to the bathroom, have him lay down, unfold a new diaper, get the wipes ready, I'll be right behind you guys, okay?" said Jess. "Sure." said Caitlin. "Okay, you heard her, c'mon Sam." said Caitlin putting her arm around Sam's shoulder and leading him towards the bathrooms. As soon as they entered into the bathroom, Sam heard the sound of the velcro adhesive on the bag as Caitlin opened in up and pulled out a diaper along with a rolled up towel. "Caitlin, could you like... keep that hidden?" said Sam nervously. "Why? Theres no one in here." said Caitlin. "I know just... in case someone comes in." he said. "Theres no one on this floor Sam. The museum's deserted today. The only person who's gonna walk through that door is Jess." said Caitlin as she began unfolding one of Sam's large disposable diapers. She then unfolded the towel and set it down on the tile floor. "Okay, Jess said to get everything ready so you should probably take off your pants or at least pull them down to your ankles. What does Jess usually have you do at home when you make a messy diaper?" asked Caitlin. "I don't... usually... ever have... look, this rarely ever happens." said Sam defensively. "Okay, okay, fine. All I meant was when you do have a big accident like this... does Jess usually tell you to take your pants all the way off... I would think that would be the safest thing to do, right?" said Caitlin, still holding Sam's open disposable diaper in her hand. "Yeah." said Sam with a slight eye roll. "Okay, then you should probably start taking these off and then, I guess, lay down on the floor here, right?" said Caitlin putting her hand on Sam's baggy jean shorts. "Look, lets just wait for Jess to get here, okay?" said Sam. "Well Jess sent us in here because she wanted me to get everything ready for when she came in. It'll probably go a lot faster if we're all ready to go when she comes in." said Caitlin. "It won't take that long... lets just wait for Jess... okay?" said Sam nervously. "I'm sorry, I just thought the whole idea was to get you cleaned up as soon as possible. You know if you walk around in a messy diaper like that for too long, you can get rash on your bottom." "I know, I know. Its just... Jess is gonna be here any minute so..." "And I don't know why you'd be shy about taking off your pants in front of me, I'm going to be helping to change you so I'm gonna see everything anyway. Sam, seriously, don't feel embarrassed, okay? I babysit all the time so I've seen diapered rear ends before, and I've seen some pretty nasty accidents, and I've changed poopy diapers, and yeah I've even seen little boys naked before plenty of times." Just as the embarrassing tension seemed to build to an intolerable level, the bathroom door swung open and Jess walked in. "Okay, sorry about that guys. Really important work call. Sam, c'mon, whats the matter? Take off your pants, lay down, you know the drill." "I tried to tell him that... I think he was a little embarrassed about me seeing him in his diaper." said Caitlin. "Yeah, Sam's a little shy about his diapers sometimes but its okay, sweetie. No one's judging you, we just wanna get you cleaned up as quick as we can, okay?" said Jess as she began unbuttoning Sam's jeans and sliding them down to his ankles. "Okay, honey, step out of these." said Jess grabbing the jeans. "I told him I thought that would be the safest thing to do." said Caitlin. "Yeah, you were right... Sam likes to argue though." said Jess. Sam felt so humiliated standing there, with no pants, in his loaded diaper. He felt Jess, who was now standing behind him, lifting up his shirt as they both stared at his padded butt. "You see you can kind of tell there is an extra bulge. And if that doesn't give it away... there are a few other ways to check. Sam will usually come and tell me but sometimes he'll have little accidents and he won't bother telling you. But if you get a whiff of something that doesn't smell like roses and you want to be sure, you can pull back the elastics a few inches like this." said Jess grabbing the waistband of Sam's diaper. "Okay..." said Caitlin, still staring at Sam's diaper. "And sometimes, even if I already know Sam has a poopy diaper, I still like to check before I open it just to get an idea of what I'm going to be dealing with. Then, this might be too much information but, sometimes, you can tell just by pushing up on the droop. Can you see how the seat of his diaper looks a little heavy here? You feel that?" said Jess. Sam could feel the warm mass squishing around as Caitlin began prodding at the back of his diaper. "Eew, yeah." said Caitlin. "Like I said, I know its gross but its good to know what you're in for." said Jess. "Could we just get this over with?" pleaded Sam. "Whoa, somebody's in a hurry. I'm just teaching Caitlin a little about adult diapers. Things like this come in handy if you're going to be working at a hospital." said Jess. Sam sighed. "Okay, fine. I'm sure Caitlin's spent more than enough time staring at your stinky butt. You know the drill, lay down." said Jess. Sam felt almost relieved as he sat down on the towel feeling his mess spread out across his butt. While the entire change was still ahead of him, he at least knew that the two girls won't going to be staring at his butt for much longer... at least after it was clean. Jess ripped open the tapes. "Moment of truth." she said as she pulled back the front panel. "Okay... what should I do?" asked Caitlin. "Well, don't worry, I'm going to be doing the dirty work this time... just hand me those wipes, okay?" said Jess. Caitlin handed Jess the open package of baby wipes. Jess removed three wipes from the package. "Legs." said Jess. Sam grabbed his legs cringing as he imagined the sight that the 2 girls must be seeing. Sam couldn't help but consider how every poopy diaper would inevitably be 10 times worse for the person changing it than it would be for him. Sure, every time it happened, he had to walk around with it in his diaper. But that part wasn't so bad because, when it came time to change, he didn't have to do anything apart from holding his legs. He didn't have to deal with any of the mess. He just relieved himself, then waited until he was clean again. When he thought about it, changing a poopy diaper was probably more than enough payback for the way Shelby had treated him last time. Truth be told, Sam couldn't even imagine taking on the gross task of cleaning up such a mess. For a moment, as he felt the cold baby wipes slowly and methodically wipe down ever inch of his bare butt, he actually felt relieved that Jess had never allowed HIM to deal with such a mess. 'Every cloud has a silver lining' he thought to himself. Jess slid the old diaper out from under him, folded it up, put it in a plastic bag, then threw it away before walking back over to him and pulled out a few more baby wipes. "You have to clean every inch of him. Every crevasse... even behind his testicles here." said Jess as she ran the cold baby wipes over Sam's balls. Jess then squeezed some diaper rash cream into her palms and began rubbing it into Sam's butt. "This is to make sure he doesn't get a rash from walking around in a poopy diaper all day." said Jess. In a way, as strange and as gross it sounded to admit in his mind, Sam considered there were a few... 'advantages' to making such a gross and embarrassing mess. For one, after the change was over, his butt always felt cleaner than ever before. The wipes, the rash cream, the powder, everything just contributed to create such a refreshing clean feeling. It was ironic that it took pooping in his pants to enjoy the ultimate clean feeling... but it was the truth. He smiled a little feeling Jess' smooth hands rub the baby powder into his balls and butt crack. Jess' diaper changes were so... soothing in an odd sort of way. The attention she paid to every detail, the refreshing wipes, the slow motion of her rubbing in the creams and the powders, it all was almost like his butt got to enjoy going to the spa for the day or something. He might have actually enjoyed it if it wasn't for the fact that he knew Caitlin was staring at him the whole time. His daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of Jess' voice. "Earth to Sam... hello? I said you can put your butt down now." said Jess. "Oh... sorry." said Sam setting his rear down on the padding of a new, clean, powdered diaper. Jess immediately pulled the diaper up and taped it shut. "I guess his head was somewhere else... this time he didn't have much of a... um, 'reaction' but sometimes when you give his little friend that much attention, you should be prepared for a little excitement. Isn't that right, sweetie." said Jess, grabbing Sam's genitals through the thick padding in the front of his diaper. Sam said nothing. He just stood up and stepped into his jeans, pulling them back up around his waist as he watched Jess put the package of baby wipes back into his diaper bag. Sam turned to walk toward the door. "And sometimes, just to make sure I got the fit right, I like to give him a little... you know..." said Jess swatting Sam's diapered butt. "Its also a good way to make sure that you left enough room for you know what on days like today." said Jess. The ride home from the museum was uneventful. Sam sat in the front seat again but that didn't stop Jess from chatting with Caitlin the entire way home. Sam remained silent. He was just happy that, for once, the spotlight hadn't been on him the entire time. When the urge to pee came, Sam didn't even bother holding it. The most embarrassing thing that could have have occurred... already happened so, in a way, it felt freeing. He could do whatever he felt like now. The thick padding quickly absorbed his warm flow of urine. "Are we gonna have another diaper to change when we get home?" said Jess looking at Sam. "What?" asked Sam, sounding just a little surprised. "C'mon don't play dumb. Caitlin may not know your potty face but I do. I know you're not totally dry anymore, I just wanna know whether we're gonna be changing a wet diaper or you're gonna have a load in your pants by the time we get home." said Jess. "I wasn't... I mean I didn't... its only um, a little, uh wet. Sorry." said Sam. "Thats okay, sweetie, we're on the highway so there's nowhere to stop anyway. I know you've had a long day and you're diapered. I don't expect you to be able to hold it for a whole hour." said Jess. Sam sighed. He didn't say anything. The way Jess said "a whole hour" just sounded so demeaning... like it was some incredible length of time.

My vocal criticism of the discussion here is directed toward the people who are calling for all child-related content, sexual or not, to be shut down. That's just far beyond the pale.

8 After a long time in the car, we arrived at a huge building, bigger than the whole place I used to live. There were lots of doors in different places around the building, and there were different shaped letters above each of the doors. Abba and Alli unbuckled everyone, and Abba said "Ladies, if you don't mind, can we put the binkies away while we're here?" Alli laughed and unpinned both mine and her ribbons from our shoulders and and whispered in my ear "I'll keep them safe, okay?" Then she put them in her pocket and we started to walk toward a whole bunch of doors and went inside. The building seemed even bigger inside. The ceiling was so high, I thought it might be touching the sun, and there were stairs that moved all by themselves, going up and down to a whole other place below where we were standing. I peeked down. It was so far to the floor I got a little scared, and ran over and hugged Abba's legs. Abba looked at me and smiled. "Pretty big, isn't it?" I nodded. "A little scary?" I nodded again. He pointed at the stairs and said "That, Christie, is called an escalator." I stumbled through the word. "Eks-ka-lay-ter". Abba laughed and said "Almost. Very good try, though." He continued "It's a staircase that walks for you, all you have to do is step on at the top and step off at the bottom. Would you like to try it?" I was very afraid of the escalator, and I shook my head. He smiled and said "I understand, it's a little scary-looking. Would it be less scary if I carried you?" I nodded. "Alright then, up we go!" he said as he picked me up and put me on his hip. I started to put my thumb in my mouth, and he pulled my hand down and said "No thumbs, please." He turned around and said "C'mon kids, let's do some exploring!" He stepped onto the escalator, and everyone else followed. It felt very strange, Abba just standing there and us moving down. He stepped off at the bottom, and I saw the place we were standing disappear. I said "Abba, where do the stairs go?" He laughed as he put me down and said "An escalator is like a big belt of stairs. When you see it go into the floor like that, it's actually on its way back up to the top to pick someone else up!" Abba gave Alli something that looked like folded up paper, then let her take Derek and Angie off by themselves, and he and I went into some of the little buildings that were along the walls. There were lots and lots of clothes, and they were all clean, with no holes in them or stains or anything. Mommy always brought me home clothes, she never took me to a place like this to buy them. The clothes she brought home always looked like someone else had been wearing them for a long time. Abba put me in lots of pretty dresses and pants and shirts, and we took them with us in big bags. I felt like a princess, playing dress-up with Abba. After a while, we had lots of big bags full of pretty clothes, which Abba had piled into a big cart. We walked a little farther, and I started to smell food - all kinds of different food all jumbled up together. We came to a big open place where there were people cooking in all the little opening along the walls. I saw Alli and Derek and Angie sitting at a table drinking out of paper cups with straws in them. They had some bags too, but not as many as we did. Abba saw them too, and we walked toward them. Abba said "Did you three already eat without us?" Alli said "No, Abba, we were just having a drink." He said "Good. I was just going to make a pit stop with Christie here. You need one too, Alli?" She shook her head. I tugged on Abba's pant leg and said "What's a pit stop?" He bent down and whispered in my ear "It's our special word for a diaper change when we're out like this. But it's a secret, so don't tell anyone!" I realized my diaper was very wet, and I giggled. I giggled. He picked me up and a bag he had carried into the building, and said "Alright, then, you three keep an eye on Christie's new wardrobe for a minute, and we'll have lunch when we get back." Abba took me down a long hall, much smaller than the rest of the building, and through a door. It looked a lot like the room Carol took me into when we went to CVS, and this place had the walls that folded out too - but lots more of them. He pulled the wall down and laid me down on the board and changed my diaper. He carried me back out to the place with all the food, back to the table where the others were waiting for us. He put me down in a chair and said "Alright, folks. Everyone okay with chicken and waffle fries?" "YAY!" we all yelled, and Abba walked over to one of the windows. After a few minutes, he came back with a tray with five boxes and two more paper cups with straws in them. He set one cup in front of me and then took the other one and sat down. Alli put boxes in front of Derek and Angie, then took one for herself. I took a sip out of the straw. It was pink, and it tasted sour and sweet at the same time. I liked it a lot. Abba said "You like your pink lemonade?" I nodded and sipped again. He took the cup and said "I'm glad you like it, but let's get some lunch in you before you drink it all." He set a box in front of me and opened it. I saw chicken nuggets and some very strange looking things with holes in them. I picked one up and looked at it. Alli laughed and said "It's like a french fry, Christie, just funny shaped. They're called waffle fries - try one!" I took a bite - it did taste just like a french fry. Mommy didn't get me french fries very often, but I liked it a lot when she did. We all ate our chicken and waffle fries and drank our drinks, and when we were done, Alli gathered up all the empty boxes and threw them in the trash. We walked back through the building and got to the escalator. Abba looked down and said "Want a ride again?" I looked at it. It still looked pretty scary, but I decided to try to ride it myself. I shook my head. He smiled and said "That's a brave girl. All you have to do is step on a step, and then when you're close enough to the top, step back off it. Ready?" He put his hand out. I took it, and we stepped onto the stair together. The others followed us. I was still scared, but it was kind of fun too, riding up the escalator. We got close to the end and Abba said "Ready? Set? STEP!" and we got back off. I breathed out hard, and looked back. "Wonderful!" Abba said. "That wasn't so scary, was it?" "A little bit, but it was fun!" I said. "You did a good job, Munti." he said and gave me a hug. "Alright, then, let's get your clothes home and into your closet." We went back out to the truck and everyone piled in. Abba put all the bags into the back of the truck. Alli helped us all buckle up, then pulled my binky out of her pocket. I shook my head. She messed up my hair and put the binky away. We rode home, and when we got into the garage, Abba said "Okay, it's nap time for three of you." Angie and Derek said "Awwwww!" Abba said "No noise back there. We had a busy morning, and everyone could use a little rest time. Now I want to see 3 little ones heading to their bedrooms quickly." Alli unbuckled each of us, and Abba unlocked the door. Derek and Angie ran off down the hall and into their rooms, and I walked to mine. I was sitting on my bed when Alli came in a minute later, and she had one of her big pink diapers in her hand, and a t-shirt. I said "What are you doing in here?" She put her things on the bed, sat down, and said "Well, when big girls still wear diapers, the big girl thing for them to do is to get everything ready for Abba to change them when they need it. Can you think of what Abba needs to change you?" I said "A diaper!" She laughed and said "Well of course, silly, but what else?" I thought for a minute and said "Wipes!" "Yes, and what else?" "Baby powder!" "Very good. You know where those things are in your room, don't you?" she asked. I got up and got one of my diapers out of the drawer Abba put them in, and the powder and wipes off the top of the dresser, and put them on the bed. Alli said "Great job, Christie! That's the big girl way to get ready for a diaper change. Now since it's naptime, you also need to change into a t-shirt, but Abba will bring that for you this time, since he bought you all those nice new clothes." Abba walked in a little later and said "Well, I didn't expect Alli here, but since everything's all set, I suppose I can change you both in here." Alli smiled and said "Christie did a good job of getting everything ready for you, Abba." Abba laughed as he laid me back on the bed and said "She did?" I smiled up at him and said "Yes Abba! I got the wipes and the powder and my diaper out, just like a big girl!" He laughed again as he changed me and said "Well yes, I can see that everything was ready for me. That was a very big girl thing to do, Munti, and I thank you." He taped me up and kissed my forehead, then took my dress off and put a blue shirt with a big butterfly on the front on me and said "Alright, you, under the covers!" I crawled over to the other side of the bed and got under my covers as Abba changed Alli. After he finished, he looked at the shirt she put on the bed and said "Nap for you too?" She smiled and nodded. "Alright then, pumpkin." He took her dress off and put the pink shirt on her. Alli said "Oops - almost forgot!" and reached into the pocket of her dress. She pulled out the two binkies, and handed hers to Abba. He laughed and pinned it on her shirt. She looked at me and said "Naptime or bedtime, anyone who might suck their thumb gets a binky, so they don't hurt their teeth while they're sleeping." Abba popped hers into her mouth, then came over to the head of the bed and pinned mine on and put it in my mouth. Alli crawled up under the covers, snuggled up next to me, and put her arm around me. Abba laughed and closed the door as he left the room. I felt very warm and safe snuggled up with Alli, and I quickly fell asleep.

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

I have a small day pack for carrying my diapers. If i am going to be traveling i also carry a workout bag for used diapers. The funniest thing i had happen one time was when traveling i stopped at a store to get more ice and food. It was a hot day so i had left the windows down a couple inches as there was nothing valuble for anyone to steal. anything of value was locked in the trunk I came out after shopping and found my used diaper bag missing. poor thief got a bag of used wet adult diapers. I bet that was a surprise.

Baby Smokey, your experience is classic, just as classic as her reaction to you interfering between them. The people you describe in your story do not think or emote in the usual vanilla way. They are "conflict orientated" people, to be found anywhere and everywhere. These kind of people have been conflict orientated since infancy, as is the 2y/o you mention being so orientated right now. History repeats itself. Is it sad? YES! Can the likes of us do anything about it? NO! Do we get involved? NO! Do we get someone else involved, like police? YES! -- but keep quiet about it if you're living next door, you need to protect yourself against such people. I've often though that humankind, once the thin veneer of civilization is brushed away (like by alcohol) reveals what's underneath. And that's sobering. Underneath there is the chimpanzee/ape/primate we came from not very long ago. Daddy Fred.

While I agree, it has been a worthwhile discussion, I also agree the OP could have been a hell of a lot more mature about it. I mean, sure, a lot of us are ageplaying here, but throwing a tantrum and stomping out of the room? Really?

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

I would have like to talk to you all about a subject that has for year haunted my mind. actually now i come to think of it, already since early childhood when i was approximately 6-7 years in age. Its a grave and serious issue too, as it will without a doubt in mind wipe out vast numbers off diaper lovers. The thing im talking about is the large though limited amount of plastic we have left to produce. most, or perhaps all plastics are made from oil or its by products. and every one with a teeny tiny bit of common sense knows it has ending supplies. A smart person would at this stage argue that recycling plastic could give many additional years. This is true but this does not offer a permanent solution, its merely a way to delay the inevitable. also i like to add that the probability is great that years from now it will just not be socially accepted any more to produce anything that in essence designed to be throw in the thrash because of the appearing consequences of the disposable culture as we know it today. This all can lead me only to conclude that disposable diaper are gowning away,... FOREVER. I know its gone happen its just a matter of time. I will also be one off the diaper lover "killed in action" as my love only applies to disposable diapers, and have no feelings toward cloth based what so ever. If the time comes then ill just cease to be a diaper lover as there are no diapers left to love. And its wrong to assume its something bound to happens in a very distant future. the disposable/cloth debate is already well under way, and don't expect it to lay down any time soon. My message to you all is enjoy your diapers as much as you can, as the disposable diapers era is probably soon too end....

I say c ya! No one's forcing you to read the story. It's a story, if someone wants to describe abuse, it's their story. I'd say if you can't handle it, you're the one with the problem. You can't distinguish, fantasy from reality!