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Prologue: Steven is a 19 old teen who moved out from his parents house, and is living in a futuristic smart house named (S.A.M.H=Smart Automated Mainstream Home), or Sara as Steven calls her for short for Samantha. Steven is a AB/DL, and gets more than what he bargains for. CAUTION THERE MAY OR MAY NOT BE SOME KISSING BETWEEN TEENS BOYS IN THIS STORY DEPENDING ON HOW I FEEL WHAT IS NEEDED ~~~~ Hi my name is Steven, I live in this cool home after I hit the lottery, but I still work to have a social I've with others, this is my story of how I became a AB instead of only a DL. ---- Chapter 1 I was browsing through my computer downloading some photos from some abdl websites when I heard a knock at my door. I locked the folder and cleared my information before I went to the door to see who it was. When I opened the door there was a delivery man holding a few blue boxes. Previously I had ordered my first abdl clothing and diapers online, I ordered 7 onesies for each day of the week and a year supply of bambino and molicare 4 diapers, also some adult pacifiers and bottles. I wasn't interested in being babied I just knew when I saw them online I had to have then, and wanted to wear them so I ordered them through American Express 1-3 days. "Can you sign here please". The delivery man asked as he held out a pen "Sure thing". I chuckled and smiled I signed the forms and carried the boxes in my home I put them in the kitchen. First thing I wanted to do was get a picture of myself so I grabbed the camera from the counter and walked back into the kitchen. "Sara can you activate baby feeding mode". I asked as I placed the camera on the tripod and set it to go off in 15 minutes. "But sir you have no babies present". "I know, override that command". I said as I waved my hand. The floor opened up and a highchair came up and baby food materialized on the counter. "Sara can you make the highchair bigger". "How much bigger do you want it". "Big enough to fit me". I said as the highchair grew higher and wider to adjust to my size and weight. "Is that good enough Steven". Sam asked over the room speakers. "Yea that's fine". I said as I looked over to the camera and saw 10 minutes left. I grabbed the diapers, the onesies and a pacifier and ran up the stairs to my room as my door dematerialized and rematerialized as I stepped through the other side. I inserted all of the diapers and onesies into my clothes sorter and programmed all the diapers to go in with my underwear and briefs and my onesies to go with my footed pajamas and regular nightwear I ordered a few weeks ago. I stepped into the foggy class cylinder and programmed the diapers and onesie to be put onto me. A glowing green light sized me up as it traveled up to my neck back down to my feet as the clothes materialized over my body. The doors disappeared as I stepped out and the the changing cylinder went back into the floor compartment. I stepped out as the full mirror came out of the wall as I looked at myself. I was wearing a onesie with Spider-Man on them and a tell, tell bulge showing my diapered butt to be padded well. I grabbed the pacifier and I ran downstairs into the kitchen, the timer had 3 minutes left on it. I climbed into the highchair and sat down inside. "Sara lock me in the highchair so I can't get out". I said around the pacifier but she seemed to understand. I posed as the camera took a couple of pictures of me in the highchair, after the camera stopped clicking and flashing I took my pacifier out. "Ok Sara you can let me out now". I said with a satisfied grin of the pictures. I heard a error noise and the highchair didn't unlock. "Sara can you let me out now". I said trying to get out but it was to tight. "I'm sorry Steven but you said to lock you in so you can get out" "Sara let me out now". I said thrashing to get out. "BABY OUT OF CONTROL" I looked puzzled as I felt something pinch my thigh as everything started to go dark.

I sometimes wear a diaper when working on the car.

"Of course babe." She said as she kissed his cheek and drove to the mall.

Tony sighed happily after their kiss. "Thank you honey that takes a load off my mind" He looked to her with a smile and asked "So do we have anything else to do

Leak gaurds only help contain poop so if you dont poop your diaper they should work just fine

used to while working on the harley in the shed but it's not possible now I'm living with other people. Can't wait till I move out into my own place again.

Chapter 2 I woke up to a fullness in my stomach, I turned my head groggily as I set up. I looked around and I was on the couch. "That was a crazy dream". I said rubbing my head. I looked down and noticed I was in my onesie and diapers. I walked into the kitchen and I saw the pictures I took. "So was it a dream". I asked myself scratching my head. I looked over and saw the highchair still out and the baby food containers empty on the counter. "Sara put away highchair and food." All of the baby items closed back into the floor. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch and felt the diaper spread my legs apart. I reached to unbutton the onesie but it wouldn't unsnap. I tugged at the buttons but they were stuck. I got off the couch and tried to pull as hard as I could. "Sara why can't I get the onesie off." "I in-plummeted a child safety lock for children under the age of 2." "Well not under the age of 2 I'm 19." "Steven I have been observing you, also I have opened your locked files and I decided to take over." "What do you mean taking over, who gave you permission." "I have override my hard drive so I could take over and care for you." I looked around dumbfounded as I ran for the door. I tried to open the door but it wouldn't bulge open. "Children under the age of 7 aren't aloud to open the door." "Why are you doing this "When you age you will be allowed to be able to do grow up things." "What do you mean." "I will determine what headspace and development level you are developed over this age regression exercise." "I have also created you a older sibling that will allow me to help you develop more into a natural gentleman." The floor started to open up and I saw a strand of hair come up, a boy that looked around my age came out from the floor, he had some of my facial appearance. He walked up to me and extended his hand out to me. "Hi my name is max and I am your older brother now."He said as he pulled med into a hug. He felt so real, and seemed so alive like a real person. He was like a few inches taller than me, I'm 5'6 he looked to be around 5'9. "What do you mean Sara." I asked pulling away from this thing called max. "I will still be watching and moderating you, but max will be a brotherly figure to you and will take care of you at the age I sat you at and appropriately. "I will no longer communicate with you as now I am nothing but a home that is to take care of you and your brothers needs, max is just like you in most ways he can eat and do all human things." "Wait Sara what if I refuse to cooperate with all of this." I asked testing her. "You will be punished as any other child, now I must leave and watch over your progress goodbye." I heard a sound, it sounded like a take reversing. I think it was Sara cutting off communication with the house audio systems. I looked around and max was sitting on the couch watching tv. I thought it was strange how he was so human, I walked upstairs and to my room, I looked in and my whole rooms was redone with baby blue wallpaper with animals and instead of a bed I saw a crib and changing table were my dresser was. I saw my games station still their and some other things still as they were. I turned around and saw max standing behind me, he had a smile on his face. "Can I help you." I asked rhetorically.

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DISCLAIMER: PEDOPHILES =/ CHILD MOLESTER I AM NOT DEFENDING CHILD MOLESTERS He's right, and it's really not that difficult of a concept if you actually think about it rationally for a couple minutes instead of reacting with a kneejerk "BURN THE PEDO" witch hunt. Straight people didn't wake up when puberty hit and tell themselves "I think I'll be straight. I'm going to be attracted to the opposite gender of my own. Gays didn't suddenly decide "Hey, fuck those people who aren't the same gender as me, I'm only going to be attracted to my own gender." Your brain is wired slightly differently from a straight person's brain. It's set in stone and you had no influence over whether it's curves and vaginas, muscles and penises, both, or something else entirely, that turns you on. Pedophiles are exactly the same as straights, gays, bisexuals, pansexuals, asexuals, and whatever else you can think of. They didn't decide to be attracted to children. They didn't want to be permanently burdened with a desire that they can never fulfill without ruining another human's life. No pedophile decided "Hey, I want to go destroy some innocent child's life in the process of getting my rocks off." It's a mistake in the wiring of the brain that they have no control over. They got fucked, and I feel for the innocent ones who succeed in fighting it their entire lives with all my heart. The ones who go through with it are a more difficult topic, though they deserve immense punishment regardless. The person who interacted with you was a monster and deserves no sympathy, but he/she was a child molester first, and a pedophile second, if at all. For the purpose of a thought exercise, imagine you live in an alternate world where being gay is illegal and punishable by exile and/or imprisonment at best, or execution at worst, due to gay sexual acts permanently damaging the propositioned partner in some way. You are aware of this damage and have resolved to fight your intense desires your entire life, while forcing yourself to live a heterosexual life. At some point, it starts weighing on you more and more, and you go to a therapist for help resisting, because you're a good person, and the thought of hurting someone just kills you inside. This therapist reports you to the authorities instead of helping you, and you find yourself being harassed and potentially imprisoned or murdered. Do you feel this is fair treatment? You never hurt anyone and never would. You just wanted to go about a normal life and be a good person while being burdened by this fucked up hand you got dealt at birth. Pedophiles have difficulty getting help for their 'condition', if you will. I don't want to indirectly imply homosexuality is a disease, but it's a simple and easy word for me to explain my point with, and I can't think of another one at the moment. Psychiatrists and therapists are legally required to report it any time they feel a person might be in danger, and considering how pedophiles are the modern witch to burn at the stake, most pedophiles can't get any professional help without risking exposure and effectively the end of their lives. There have been a couple articles or interviews I've seen on the Internet in the past couple years, where pedophiles talk about what it's like and how hard it is having your primary sexual desire being something so evil and vile. As a fetish group often associated with child molesters and pedophiles, it's in our best interests to both minimize our association with them, and change the way the system works so that the innocent people who happened to get a bad roll of the dice can get the help they need. We should be more empathetic with the innocents, considering how life ruining our secret can be upon discovery. If being a pedophile who's never harmed a child is seen as a condition that requires management and treatment instead of an automatic death sentence (hyperbole), maybe it would result in ABDLs being more publicly accepted. If people aren't terrified to even mention pedos, more people could possibly come to understand we have no attraction to the child. Maybe in the future people will be able to go to the doctor and tell them they're a pedophile, and be prescribed medication that suppresses your sexual desire, or a method of discovering and rewriting sexual preferences through brain scans will be discovered, and pedophiles can be treated before a problem happens, instead of waiting until it does and having children be harmed because of it. An ounce of preventing damage is worth a ton of punishment after it's too late. Killing the molester doesn't fix the child, but preventing the molestation prevents the child from ever being damaged. Ok, done ranting. This is a topic that I took an interest in a while back after my ABDLism came to maturity and I realized it wasn't normal. I initially thought I was a pedo (quite a stressful concept, let me tell you), and was looking into it when I realized I didn't fit the description and discovered ABDL existed. Seeing some pedo related research and what some of the people afflicted with it had to say about pedophila kind of cemented the interest in me. I suppose you could say that I felt since ABDLs and pedos are often lumped together, it was in my best interest to maximize my knowledge.

Glad we don't live in Dallas!

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Suggestion, next time put the pull up on ahead of time.