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"I need a Mom to change my diaper." I blurted out. "You need what?" Demanded the policewoman incredulously. "I need a Mom, a Mommy, I mean, to change my diaper. I need a diaper change." I managed to stammer, trying my best to explain myself. "I mean, they cover my privates so... it's okay, right?" "You're a grown man standing outside in a dirty diaper, and you want me to tell you that's okay?" Demanded the policewoman, her voice full of fury. "Put your hands behind your back, you're under arrest." She walked me, handcuffed, back to her car, and threw me in the back seat. My stomach churned queasily as the mushy poop I'd filled the diaper with spread out against my butt, and in my nervousness I actually began to wet myself. She scoffed at me and started the car down the road. I was surprised when the first stop she made was not at a police station, but at a medical supply depot. She opened the back door and commanded me out of the car, uncuffed me, then marched me into the front entrance of the building with one hand firmly planted on the back of my loaded diaper. The saleswoman minding the place looked at me with some amusement as the female police officer walked me in. "This man has to wear diapers." the policewoman announced. He'll be buying a year's supply. Oh, and diuretics and laxatives. A year's supply of those as well." The sales lady set us up with a case containing a month's supply of diapers, as well as the diuretics and laxatives, and had me sign a form requesting another 11 such boxes of diapers while she paid for everything with my confiscated credit card. She walked me back out to her car still in my dirty diaper and carrying the items I'd just bought. I now had a huge hardon that tented the front of my diaper even though it was soaked and expanded. She let me sit in the front seat of her car this time after having me put the diapers in the back. After I sat down and closed the door on my side she reached over and began to stroke me invitingly on the front of my diaper. I shuddered in ecstasy as she did this and she shushed me, then kissed me. "Can you guess what Mommy's going to do now?" She asked. "Um... are you going to let me go?" I asked shyly, still fearing the worst from this arbiter of governmental imprisonment. "No," she answered, "Mommy's going to take you in." As she drove me down the road, she began to talk to me. "I suppose I should let you know a little bit about myself, and what I have planned for you. My name's Jessica, but you WILL call me Mommy at all times. I've arrested you for the crime of public lewdness, and you're now to serve a term of incarceration. I'm sure you've heard of citizen's arrests. What I've decided on for you is a citizen's incarceration, meaning you'll be kept as a prisoner in my home. Any attempt to violate this incarceration will result in your relocation to a state facility where you can enjoy having your face gouged with a ground-down tooth brush while your shitty diaper burns bloody sores on your ass. Is that understood?" "Yes." I replied quickly, hearing in her voice that she meant business. "Yes what?" she asked angrily. "Yes Mommy?" I responded meekly. "Good baby." replied Mommy, and drove me the rest of the way home. When we reached her home she led me inside and bade me lie on a large four poster bed with a plastic sheet on it. It seemed like maybe she was into this kind of thing. She cuffed me to the bed hand and foot in a spread eagle position wearing only the diaper, then opened the month's supply of diapers. she let me watch as she laid them out in even rows on top of her chest of drawers, softly humming a lullabye. When she was done she returned and stood over me with a thick, clean diaper in her hand. "Looks like someone's stinky!" she announced playfully. She cooed sweetly to me in baby talk as she undid my dirty diaper and wiped me clean with baby wipes. "Lift up your hips, baby." she said. I obeyed and the fresh diaper went under me. She spread baby oil and powder on my penis and buttocks, massaging my cock while telling me I was her little baby. She masturbated me until I moaned and came on her hand. She smiled and taped the diaper shut. Then, she climbed onto the bed and straddled me, pressing her crotch against my diapered one. I immediately became hard again and gratefully accepted her mouth as she began to kiss me deeply. After that, she pinched my nose shut and forced a diuretic and a laxative past my lips, massaging my throat so I couldn't avoid ingesting the pills. She climbed down off me for a moment to strip herself naked, then resumed her position on top of me, this time sitting on my face. "Lick mommy's pussy, baby." she commanded, and I complied. I tongued her vagina passionately as she ground it into my face, feeling her hands running over my diaper and torso as she reminded me I was all hers. She rode me for well over an hour, orgasming on my face several times, before repositioning herself with her breasts in my face. "Suck, baby." she commanded, and I obeyed gratefully, accepting her nipple in my mouth. She cradled my head now, applying pressure with her body weight to my stomach while softly massaging my belly. I knew she was forcing me to use my diaper, and I moaned passionately with her breast in my mouth as she kissed my forehead and continued to incite my bladder and bowels. "You're mommy's little baby now, that's all you are, just an itty bitty baby" she cooed in my ear, and as she did so my control broke and I wet and messed myself. "And now Mommy's gonna change those pampers." She announced, returning to her chest of drawers to get a fresh diaper for me.

I Hope This is The Right Place Ta Vent I Hab Had Peeps Ta Say Things About My Baby Talk To Begin Wif Its Not Baby Talk I Not A Baby I 4yo and I Just type and what comes out comes out if you see me in other chat rooms beside this one I would type da some way I would prolly say less about Diapers or My Mommy and try to stay on Topic But The Way I Type Is Da Way I Type I Can`t Spell So I Cant See How They can say its baby talk If I Think About It I Could Improve Some But Why Should I If You Cant Figure It Out Than You Cant Read In The First Place and Are Not The One Bitchin about the way I type . If I Think About It I Could Say..... With = wif... or Have = hab dere are more just cant fank of dem at da moment I Hab A Problem wif regressing The doctors say It From Brain Damage coused from the car wreak I dont know I just know that I cant Control it anymore than I can Control My Bladder ( Incont from the car wreak also ) So I Think More Peeps Should Know More about Peeps before they Judge gezzzzzzzzz They are In a Diaper Chat Room Judging Me ober something That I cant help eben I know thats way off Im Not The One Hiding what I do on Line or where I go Its open for all ta see Im Not Judging anyone and would your Mommy Like you doing it ? I dont fank she would so * Looks around to make sure her Mommy dont see her* * sticks Out her tounge * .. All You Bigit Judging Butt Heads Can Suck On My Wet Bam . ( After I Take It Off Ofcorse ) Hugs ta eberyone else

I'm a new mommy to a younger Dl, and I have no issues with it- and I completely accept him for who he is. But the reason I came to these forums, is because this is all new and alien to me- maybe a younger ABDL can give me a little heads up on what to expect? All I've gotten from him information-wise is that he likes to wear diapers, suck pacifiers, and use bottles. How can I help him be a little more comfortable with me, and I him?

It's sad. Like the Pennsylvania Dutch saying, "We get too soon old and too late smart". When we are young in our teens and 20's we often feel indistructable and want to enjoy the freedom to do whatever we want to do. Then when you take professionals like musicians and actors, they have the money and connections and tend to be part of what they consider "the in croud" It's been that way for 60 years with pop music stars. The Beatles, Beach Boys, Three Dog Night just to name a few major stars from the 60's. At that age, people will not listen to anyone else and that is so sad considering the huge backlog of stars who have overdosed on drugs. You'd think that sooner or later someone would get the message and lay off the drugs! Never happens! If I had a rock band, the first rule would be, "No drugs, no pot!" Break the rule once and you are out of the band! Too many brilliant stars cut short by illeagle drugs! Just think of the music and movies some of these stars could have made had they not cut their life short by using drugs! I see profiles on these diaper sites from members saying drugs and pot are one of their hobbies and things they like to do. I have little sympathy for those people. To them it's "cool" and "fun" to get high on drugs. I'm in my 50's and have lost people I went to school with from drug overdoses. Yeah, some young people who like to do drugs will probably flame me, but I don't care. I've been around a lot more years than they have and have seen a lot more than most of them. You think I'm wrong? Jimi Hendrix! Janis Joplin! Curt Cobain! River Pheonix! Jim Morrison! Many more. Hard to argue that illeagal drugs aren't bad for you with examples like those!

It is called political casting, but sometimes I doubt the existence of independent voters. I think the right has become more extreme than the left over the years, but I am biased. I am of course referring to the Tea Party, which take conservative principles and push them over the edge. They say they are for fiscal conservatory, but all I see from them are complaints about how America is changing socially. They want no abortion or no gay marriage, and there capacity to think does not go beyond these things. These issues though are actually distractions from the real issues and is all part of a political strategy to garner support. In addition, what you are seeing is GOP candidates have to cater to this party so they become more extreme. I think the Tea Party has tainted the Republican Party, which is sad, because in the next election, I will have no choice but to vote Democrat unless given a better alternative. The current Republican candidates for president are stupider than I ever thought possible. Do I vote for the Mormon or the witch?

The one thing that's keeps purchasing power with with dollar is the fact that the worlds floating monetary system is based in the American dollar. Aside from pound sterling, when the dollar dips in value the other monies follow. Now there have been talks of changing the basis for the float. If that happens the American dollar is in big trouble! Fortunately America has such a large purchasing power that other economies are contingent of our buying, if we loose the ability to purchase other economies will whither up and die. This whole situation is much more complicated than bush did it, or Obama did it, or it's all regans fault. If you want anything to blame, blame the American public. Lack of voters have lead to extreme left and extreme right voting because most middle of the line voters haven't been voting. We've literally left our country in the hands of the right wing or left wing radicals. There isn't much moderate thought in the country right now.

I am glad it helped. And not to be rude to Honu, but I have to disagree with him. Just because you're aging doesn't completely mean that the simple "fantasy" as he stated, has evolved into a sexual thing. If you talked to a counselor, they would want to know the root of the "problem" -they tend to call it a problem, because it's abnormal. For myself, the reason I find wearing and regressing appealing, is due to the fact that I really never had the best infant-hood when i was originally an infant. But when a person grows up in an orphanage during the first three most important years of life -for developing trust, love, etc- then of course it's bound to happen that eventually they try to compensate for the loss of that chapter. Which is why I strongly urge you to talk with your boy friend and see if you can trace where his urge to be comforted in a completely different mind-set started. Perhaps I am wrong about him not being like myself and finding this as not a fetish at all. Only you and him will be able to find out. This is either going to make your relationship stronger, or slowly pull you apart. Remember, life is give and take. Don't expect to just give pieces of yourself away constantly, because that will only cause severe problems for you down the road. And don't always take. You and him need to talk about that too. What you want to give and what you want to take from this relationship. I know that sounds a bit awful... As for him being embarrassed, it's a natural feeling. I've told several people and I too was embarrassed to carry on. Your job is to just reassure him that it's okay, and that he can trust you. Also, take it slowly. Occasionally ask him if he wants to continue talking about it, or proceed with the topic another time. Okay, more rambling... Sorry.

My wife is a photographer, and has been for several decades. She can tell you from experience that certain parents out there will fall all over themselves to get their kids into advertisements and film work. She had the father of a 14-year-old girl argue with her about whether his daughter was appropriate to shoot lingerie (the casting call she was dealing with at the time), including thongs. Don't believe for one minute that there isn't a parent out there perfectly willing to put their child in any sort of dangerous situation so they can (vicariously) have their 15 minutes of fame.

WBDaddy: I think that all posts in that thread of discussion were deleted in favor of the discussion going in the "scoop the poop" area of the forum, where the discussion is still going on. Perhaps you could limit the post here, where it's intended for discussion of the product's quality, rather than the other post, which is intended for speaking about the shadiness or lack thereof of the roots of this particular product. I sympathize with your viewpoints and believe that they are well stated. I just believe there is merit in separating these two threads of discussion.

I agree 100% with June. You both need to sit down and have a serious and open talk about this, because you need to both find each other's limitations. It's always better to talk about it, instead of continuing on the way you are, because eventually one person will become unhappy, leading things down hill from there. Relationships like these I would say are rather fragile. He's told you about it, making him more vulnerable. Whether or not he can truly handle the amount of vulnerability he is in now, who knows. Hence why you both should talk. He is trusting you will a lot, and most likely wants you to be able to trust him with a lot of your "baggage" (I know that's not the correct word...but it sort of goes, seeing as moments in our young lives created what we are now..) Anyways, I recommend whilst talking you figure out if this is a fetish or not. If it is, have a safe word like always. If not, still tred lightly until you both have figured things out. Such as what gets him into "baby mode" etc. Also ask if he's really a "baby" or an older baby who can do more things. Everyone of us is different about this. I personally feel more like a toddler. Therefore different things apply for me when it comes to the mode. However, he may or may not fully know. That's why talking about it with each other is great, because you and him can learn more about it within each other... Okay, I have rambled on long enough. I hope this helps a little....??? Peyton

i hope that after this initial shipment, they get them easier without the hassle.

Their most notorious form of lying is having sock-puppet forum members register and post at forums as "satisfied customers" and shout down any people who claim to have had issues with their products, proclaiming that those issues aren't valid. They have had those sockpuppets banned at several places for those actions. Other than that, I can't think of anything off the top of my head.

Diaper Time pt. 2 I sat in Mommy Jessica's kitchen the next morning, unable to believe my good fortune. She'd started our relationship so sternly that I'd been scared witless, but she'd become so warm and maternal so quickly that my emotions were completely overcome by it. My feet dangled above the tiles of her kitchen floor as I waited strapped firmly to a huge high chair she had, identical to an infant's in everything but size. She wore only her bra and panties and I only the thick overstuffed diaper she'd changed me into that morning since being forced to have an accident overnight, which she squeezed the front of flirtatiously as she brought a bottle of formula and a jar of baby food to the high chair. I thought she was going to make me cum but it turned out to be a tease, and she withdrew her hand at the last minute and began force-feeding me. I tried to ingest the food as fast as I could, and soon had finished every bite of the funny tasting and highly humiliating meal. "Mommy has to go to work today," she said "but that doesn't let you off the hook. You've been a very cute baby so far but until you start going potty in your diapers without being able to control it in any way you still have a way to go, so to help your incontinence along Mommy's nurse friend is coming over today to help relieve you of control of your bladder and bowels permanently. You might find it slightly uncomfortable at first but you'll be glad when you're filling your diapers just like a good baby should." She must have arranged for her friend to come over after I'd fallen asleep, because about 15 minutes later a knock came at the door. Mommy, now dressed, went to answer it, and I could hear the women talking in the front room. "Hey Jess, I hear you have a new baby!" "Sure do Nancy, would you like to see him?" "Of course I would, is he napping?" "Actually he's in his high chair, let me show him to you." The two women entered the kitchen where I sat bound and diapered, and cooed at me until I blushed about how I had nothing but a diaper on and couldn't do anything about it. The girls were big enough that together they could carry me, and they transported me, still in restraints, to the bedroom where I was secured once again to Mommy's bed. She kissed me and asked Nurse Nancy to avoid showing me any mercy, no matter what I said. Mommy then left and Nurse Nancy stood over me speaking in an authoritative tone as she prepared to go to work. "Well now, are we ready for our diaper treatment?" she chided. "I-" I began to respond, but she slapped a pacifier in my mouth with a gag that locked behind my head. "Shush, babies can't talk. Babies like you can only cry and use their diapers. You'll definitely be using diapers today, maybe you'll cry once it fully sinks in that I'm going to make you wear them forever, maybe not. It won't have any effect on me either way. I'll begin your treatment with some tubing. One tube will go in your bottom and continually apply an enema, while another will force feed you a highly potent diuretic mush that you won't be able to avoid swallowing. The enema and feeding solutions will be fed from bladders that approximate the pressure of your sphincter and urinary muscles, so the pressure won't stop building up inside you until those muscles fail. You'll still need your regiment of diuretics and laxatives to keep you in diapers permanently, but this is the first step in making sure it'll be impossible for you to ever be able to control when you go potty ever again. Now, let's get started, shall we?" With that, Nurse Nancy went outside briefly and brought in a machine with two large containers of fluid attached to either side of it and an electronic console in the middle. She then fed an enema tube through the leg of my diaper and up into my butt and a feeding tube into mouth, then activated the device to which they were attached. I could taste as I lay there being filled with fluid that the feeding solution was baby formula laced with what tasted like laxatives, and wheedled as I realized I would never have any more bladder or bowel control than a baby ever again, just like Mommy and Nurse Nancy had planned. Nurse Nancy just smiled and allowed the machine to continue it's cruel work. After 10 minutes of filling me like a balloon, the machine beeped, signaling that my bladder had been defeated. She sat by me on the bed and began to softly massage my belly as she sang "rockabye baby". My eyes watered from the pain and due to the fact that the full scope of my humiliation was just starting to sink in, and I soon evacuated helplessly. She stood up with her hands on her hips and spoke in a tone of mock surprise. "Oh my, did you actually just go potty your diaper? How embarassing that must be for you! I haven't known many grown men who needed diaper changes before! Well, don't you worry 'baby', I'll change you out of that dirty diaper and into a clean one right away." She then began to do just that, efficiently replacing the diaper with yet another, talking to me like a baby the whole time to further infantilize me mentally. "Now then, she said, I think a good force feeding should help you enjoy the potty control of a baby. Your Mommy told me all about how she found you, you know. She said you were standing outside in a diaper, how pathetic! Maybe you'll feel a little different about it once I make sure you have to wear diapers forever!" She then made me get on my hand and knees on the floor and began the force feeding. She fed me mush with lots of fiber in it and baby formula laced with stimulant to overload my muscles, as she softly teased me about how well my "unpotty training" was going. Whenever I tried to stop eating she'd spank me so hard I'd start crying, then continue to insert food and drink into my open mouth. After an hour she finally let up and I felt completely bloated. I became confused when she had me lay on my back and undid my diaper to add several more layers to it, then secured it shut again. I began to panic when she bound me up in a cloth restraining device that approximated a swaddling blanket and put the pacifier gag back in my mouth then kissed me on the forehead, announcing that "baby" was "ready to see mommy". She left me in that state, turned the lights out, and locked the door. Why had she mentioned Mommy when Mommy would be gone all afternoon? I had to go now! The reassuring feeling of the thick diapers between my legs did nothing to hold off the urgent desire I had to relieve myself, and I soon filled the diapers. I squirmed, trying to adjust, but could only roll. I really wanted a diaper change now. I began to cry, and as I did so could hear Nancy humming softly to herself in the other room. I continued to bawl, begging as best I could then for a diaper change but to no avail. All I could do was lie there in a panic as the beautiful woman's voice chided me faintly from the other room, and I pooped and peed my diaper. I lay there all afternoon in my shitty, pissy prison, unable to stop myself from voiding or free myself from my mess. Finally, at around five, I heard the front door open and Mommy and Nurse Nancy talking. The door of the bedroom opened and Mommy poked her head in. "Aw, does somebody need hims a diaper change?" she said. I gurgled weakly through my pacifier gag and emitted a loud farting noise as I filled my diaper again.

sounds like your neighbor is buying you a new shed and make sure the FD bills him for the CALL!

I don't like it. Why are they unable (or unwilling) to solicit an incontinance product supplier to sell their product as a legitimate child/youth incontinence product? Why insted do they put up an amateur looking website that makes my skin crawl when I view it? I really like the look of the diaper, as well as their SDK and Cushies line (not so sure I like the Fabine yet,) but this kind of thing makes me not want to buy any of their products, and to lobby suppliers like B4NS and social sites like DD to boycott their products entirely.

I read the ship that was hauling it to the states is having engine trouble. now they said late july early august! Brutenwindel.de I cannot wait hopefully they get here soon, I will be ordering two cases. as the next production wont be here till next year. ;D

Like that really explains everything. There are still so many unanswered questions. Are you people really so naive that you think this is okay?! Because its not. To the person who asked why anyone owes anyone a defense, people DO owe us a TRUTHFUL explanation. Most of us who are of any intelligence do not want our fetish linked to children in any way. The photos may be removed but the connection has still not truthfully been explained. ABU is just going to brush this over like it's no big deal when it's actually a huge deal, especially considering all the connections and crookedness people have pointed out. This is not just ladeda.

Uh it's not up to you to make that call on someone else's thread.

New & Confused, With all my appreciation, thank you for being so accepting of this aspect of adult sexuality. I hope you are not offended by the "S" word, but as a DL myself, it is a part of it and all adult relationships between men and women. This where i would guess that it's risky for him to talk to you. Aren't we all a little afraid of having someone else know what REALLY gets to us? Since my story isn't related to my age, I hope it helps you understand a DL a little and perhaps has some application to your beloved. My earliest memories were not of wearing diapers, but of waking up in a wet bed. My mother was frustrated and took me to Doctors for this. The more my parents expressed their desire for me to be different than I was, the more my mind sought a solution. I knew I had no control over the bed wetting and came to the thought that if I wore diapers to bed, I won't wet the bed, just the diapers. Time went on and I was still wetting the bed in elementary school. In first grade I had my first attraction to a girl and in second grade I created a fantasy around a female classmate that featured her putting my nightime diaper on me. Voila, from that point on I had a sexual connection with diapers and have been a DL ever since. While you don't necessary need your beloved's back story, please know that many self-declared DLs experience arousal in scenarios involving diapers. What will really work for your guy is knowing and pulling off the scenario he has fantasied about. No doubt that is the one, or the group, that he is so shy about. Beyond that, who doesn't enjoy the attention and pampering that you refer in your originial post? It is very thoughtful and generous of you to think of those things and I'm sure they will be appreciated as the acts of love that they are and may help him open up about his back story and his fantasy scenarios. Best of luck with your relationship and once again, thanks for being so understanding, accepting and generous. Respectfully, Honu

I have no problem with Civil unions, but a BIG problem with gay marriage! You can flame me all you want, you can give me negative marks. That's my stand!! No one infringed on gay's civil rights! Marriage is between a man and a woman!!

This thread has lived its useful lifespan. All that can be said, without getting into painful minute analysis has been said

Nice, I think she is a good person to shed a positive light on ABDL's. Unlike that obese couple on National Geographic that was just disturbing.

http://fetlife.com/users/981813 me on fetlife

I would think that there would be an opportunity here to raise children with a healthy understanding of the purpose of diapers. If they learn from a young age that even adults wear diapers from time to time for certain reasons, it can help remove the shame and taboo that is often associated with wearing diapers after being toilet trained. They have the opportunity to see them as simply clothing, and nothing more. But this would be a fine balancing act. Children often seek to imitate adults, and in such cases would likely want to keep wearing diapers themselves. Perhaps during the toilet training phase, you could lead by example by showing that you too can live without diapers. Let them know that you are patient with them while they develop their own ability to use the potty, but reinforce that it is important to you that they eventually demonstrate this ability, even if they want to wear diapers for the sake of wearing diapers. Let them have the security if they need it, but encourage them to get to the place where they can live independant of diapers. Then, if they continue to show an interest in wearing but are able to use a bathroom day and night, lay some ground rules, guidelines, and limits to this. Let them know that they must keep themselves clean and will need to take over that responsibility. Let them know that diapers cost money, and there will be limits to what they can use. Let them know that you would prefer them only to wear around the house, and not at school, church, or when visiting friends. And let them know that if others learn of this, that there may be a wide spectrum of possible reactions, and how to deal with it.