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What if he could not recognize as "diaper" what you are suggesting? That happens quite easily to the point of being a matter of course since the places that make them and sell them do not want them to be known as diapers for the obvious reasons (although they are colloquially known as such by everyone anyway). A sort of "pay no attention to the diapers behind the curtain" kind of thing

In the end, I was unable to get my second round of lipo *pouts* but it was actually a small price to pay as it lead to finally landing a new full time job!

to Oznl's point, the scanning machines have a profile set up so certain areas are ignored.

Ive been trying a bunch of different nappies. So far, I like super dry kids. Closely followed by cushies.... But, Isuppose, everyones different.

Cool, NARF!

its part of the punishment for having a accident

If by "pride" the OP means, "Meh. If they notice, they notice," and one just goes about their day-to-day business without being self-conscious about being diapered, then I agree, If he means we should try to be noticed, then I don't.

The third and final instalment in the story If you would like a commission I am open to a lot of different ideas, if you have an idea for a story then send me a message. --- Chris slowly opened his eyes, instinctively he tried to move his limbs but quickly remembered that he was still strapped down tightly. How much time had passed? It could have been minutes or it could have been an hour or more. The day care was very quiet, Nick lifted his head and looked around to see that all the little beds were still occupied by the little people and it seemed like everyone was still asleep. Chris rested his head against the bed again, he was going to close his eyes when he suddenly realised why he had woken up in the first place. His bladder felt like it was full to bursting and he was struggling to hold on to it. He raised his head to look around the room looking for his aunt or Chloe, he saw that they were both talking to each other quietly on the other side of the room. Chris thought about calling out to one of them to ask to be allowed to use the bathroom but when he tried to make a noise he was rudely reminded that he was gagged and all that came out was muffled nonsense that no one but him could hear. Chris tried again to call out only to get the same result. Fruitlessly, Chris pulled at his bonds only to be reminded that they were very secure and he certainly wouldn’t be able to get out of them without help. He resigned himself to failure, he knew he couldn’t hold it for long and he knew no help was coming, with a sigh he tried to make himself pee in his diaper. It took a minute or two to make himself go in this odd position but eventually he felt his bladder muscles relaxing. As the first drop of water fell from his eyes, so too did the first drop of urine leave his body. Once Chris started he found very quickly that it was very hard to stop. He laid there perfectly still holding his breath as he flooded his diaper, thanks to his lying down position he found that the urine fell between his legs and soaked into the back, Chris almost giggled slightly at the tickling feeling he felt on his balls and down the centre of his butt as the urine cascaded down and into the thirsty, waiting arms of the thick diaper. When Chris finally stopped wetting himself he felt a deep sense of shame come over him. His diaper had grown noticeably bulkier and warm as his pee soaked in to the padding. He shivered slightly when he realised he would be stuck like this until released by one of the people in charge. He felt like he would have been more embarrassed if he hadn’t already pooped in his pants twice that morning but nonetheless he could feel the heat rising in his face as he felt the shame of wetting himself like one of the infants he was supposed to be looking after. With nothing else left to do Chris closed his eyes and tried to get some more sleep, eventually he was able to drift off again where he could dream of a world in which he was strapped to a bed in a wet diaper. --- A little while later Chris was stirred back to reality by a prodding feeling in on his crotch. He kept his eyes closed, he was tired and wanted to return to dreamland, but the prodding feeling suddenly became two prodding feelings, then three. Chris jerked his eyes awake and tried to sit up, he could only lift his head of course but what he saw caused him to go a deep shade of red. At the foot of Chris’ bed was a group of three of the kids that had already got out of their bed and were prodding Chris’ obviously wet nappy and giggling to each other, making jokes about the “big baby.” It was a good job Chris was still gagged or the stream of expletives that he tried to say would have got him in a lot of trouble. The kids ran off to the other side of the room when they saw they had woken the big, scary kid and they were replaced a few seconds later by Chloe who still wore that look of disgust whenever she looked at Chris. Chloe removed the gag from Chris before running her hand down Chris’ body to his diaper. She cupped the crotch of his shorts and he saw her eyebrows slowly raise as she looked back at his face. Chris had hoped that at some point Chloe would have her hands where they were now, only he hoped it would be in his bedroom with him naked! “You are wet!” Chloe said surprised, she didn’t remove her hand though, that was still probing the various parts of his diaper feeling just how wet he was. “I wanted to get up to use the bathroom but the stupid gag meant I couldn’t get you or my aunt’s attention…” Chris explained glad to have a voice again. Chloe nodded slowly. “You couldn’t wait till after we got you up?” Chloe asked pursing her lips. Chris didn’t respond, he was so embarrassed that he had proved his aunt right, that he did need a diaper, that he couldn’t stop from wetting himself. “Well it is pretty soaked but we don’t have time to change it, we are taking the kids for a walk through town.” Chloe stated as she untied Chris’ limbs, “You think you can hold off from wetting or messing yourself until we get back?” Chris grimaced, he thought she was telling a bad joke until he looked up at her face to see she was totally serious. The woman he had a crush on was seriously asking if he could go for an hour or so without using the toilet. Chris wanted the ground to swallow him whole, his throat was too constricted from shame to say anything so he just nodded and looked down. Chloe instructed Chris to line up with the other kids against the wall by the door. Chris walked over to the wall where he had the eyes of every child on him, he could feel his heavy nappy between his legs and he could feel that he had been forced into a waddle, he just hoped that the waddle wasn’t too obvious. Judging by the kids whispering to each other as they watched Chris, word had already spread that the big kid was not only padded but wet. Chris saw Chloe, after putting away the final fold up beds, move over to Diane and whisper in her ear whilst looking at Chris followed by a disapproving look. “OK children.” Aunt Diane shouted causing all the kids to fall silent and face her, “We are going out into town for a walk. Everyone hold hands with the person next to them.” As the kids partnered up Chris was begging whatever deities might happen to be up in the sky not to have to hold one of the kids hands. He watched the kids pair up and leave the room until only him, one child and the two women in charge were left in the room. Sighing, Chris held out his hand and the little girl accepted it smiling. “Hold on a minute.” Chloe said walking over, “Jessica how about you hold my hand today?” Jessica nodded enthusiastically and grabbing Chloe’s hand she skipped out of the room leaving Chris and his aunt. Chris started to wonder if Diane planned to make him hold her hand and he barely supressed a shudder at the thought. Aunt Diane searched through a box of odd things next to the door they were leaving through before exclaiming that she had found “just the thing” which made Chris worry even more. From outside he could hear the excitable young children getting impatient for their trip. “Since you have been acting like a baby today, it makes sense that you be treated like one.” Diane said ominously and as she turned around she brandished a bunch of straps interwoven together. Chris furrowed his brow as he tried to work out what he was looking at. Diane came over and started wrapping it around Chris and making him step into it. It was only when it was fully applied did Chris realise that he had been placed in an oversized toddler harness! Holding the reigns was his aunt who had a big smile on her face, she was ready to take her 18-year-old nephew on a walk through town as if this were a normal situation. Looking down Chris gasped audibly when he saw that the various straps of the harness had forced his shorts to be pulled slightly tighter, the result was that the waistband of his diaper was clearly visible, as were the leg bands. The way the straps of the harness were placed made the bulge of the diaper even more noticeable. In fact, with the harness pulling his shorts like this, he thought it pointless to even be wearing them, though he wasn’t going to mention that fact for fear his aunt would remove them. He had no idea what she was capable of after this morning. Chris was about to complain when he was roughly pulled out of the door. He was pushed in front of his aunt who indicated that he should start walking, with a lack of any alternative he followed the commands and walked ahead hoping that this walk was not going to be a long one. As they walked Chris saw the kids look and openly laugh at him at different times. One even took an opportune moment when Diane wasn’t looking as they were walking down the street to quickly run over and smack Chris on the butt causing a wet squelch in Chris’ shorts. The kid quickly ran back to his friend laughing. Chris also saw a lot of stares from members of the public. Many saw the clearly diapered adult on a leash and assumed he was handicapped in some way, many looked at Chris with pity, some pointed and others laughed. Chris just tried to keep his head down and ignore everyone as the interminable walk progressed. After about 25 minutes Chris recognised that they had turned around and were on the way home, he was ecstatic that the torture was nearly over and he would be back out of the sight of the prying eyes. A few minutes later they were walking through the town centre. Chris recognised it from when they were leaving the day care and realised they were about 5 minutes from home. He tried to walk a bit faster to end this torture sooner but any time he reached the end of his reigns he was roughly pulled back by his aunt who kept him on a short leash. Just as the group were passing the front of a large, busy supermarket and with a lot of people staring at the odd sight that Chris posed he felt a sudden and large cramp in his bowels. He stopped in his tracks and opened his eyes as wide as possible. “Oh no… Not here…” Chris muttered to himself as he stared around with his wide eyes looking for an escape. “What’s the matt-” Diane started to say when she caught up with her charge. Chris suddenly tried to bolt for the supermarket’s door, there must be toilets in there he reasoned to himself. After just four or five steps Chris reached the end of the reigns and Diane pulled him back causing him to fall on to his padded behind. He had hoped that if he pulled hard enough that Diane would be forced to let go of the reigns or would be pulled along behind him but no luck there. Surprisingly he managed to maintain control but any hope of making it to a toilet had disappeared. Gingerly, Chris stood up again, he went to take one step towards Diane when he was suddenly hit with a cramp so strong that it forced him to bend over. With Chris unable to offer any resistance he felt poop almost explode out of bottom and into the seat of his already soaked diaper. There were audible gasps all around as Chris squatted down to make it easier, for him to mess himself. He looked up to see the kids staring wide eyed, his aunt looking disapproving but with a strange smile on her face and Chloe looking so disgusted you would think Chris had just slapped her. With tear filled eyes he looked down and pushed as a further log of crap came out and spread around looking for room in the heavily used diaper. Chris could feel the back of his diaper push out as it expanded to contain the load that Chris was pushing out. As Chris thought it was all over he stood up gingerly and after taking one step felt one final cramp. After an embarrassingly loud fart he felt one final need to push and out came a semi solid rush of mess that poured out and filled what little space there was left in the diaper. Finally, after what felt like an age, Chris was done. Chris slowly stood again feeling his poopy diaper stick to him as he did so, he could feel that the mess had spread everywhere and it was not a pleasant feeling to have. As he straightened up he felt his bladder release and he wet himself again without any effort to stop it from happening. What was the point of trying to stop it, Chris thought, everyone had seen him fill his diaper. There was nothing to hide any more. Tears started falling from Chris’ face as he slowly walked back over to his aunt and the rest of his group. Drip. Drip. Drip. Chris felt a strange feeling running down his leg and looking down he discovered just how his already horrible situation could get worse. Chris’ diaper had taken a battering as he had emptied himself all over it and now it had given up the fight. Urine dripped down Chris’ legs and darkened his shorts as there was simply no more room in the diaper. Chloe started ushering the kids back to the day care, the kids kept glancing back at the humiliated man but eventually they were ushered around the corner nearby and back to the day care. This excursion had been timed just right so that the kids would be picked up as they got back to the day care. “Stay at the maximum range of the reigns Chris.” Diane said with a sneer, “You smell disgusting.” Slowly Chris and his aunt started waddling home. All around Chris was muttering at his shocking state, Chris started bawling as everyone they passed stared at the giant baby. All Chris wanted was to be out of this diaper, he would do almost anything to escape its hot and sticky confines. Eventually, after about fifteen minutes of waddling, Chris and his caretaker arrived back at the day care. Chris was ecstatic to see the kids had all left, he was less happy to see Chloe waiting for them at the gate. “Is it prepared?” Diane asked her younger assistant. “Yes.” Chloe stated, she simply refused to even look at the disgusting boy Diane was dragging along. Chris barely heard what the adults were saying, he was so wrapped up in his shame that he couldn’t process anything coming from the people on environment around him. Diane nodded and pulled Chris back into the nursery. Chris was no longer in any position to resist, his will had been broken. Chris didn’t look up from the floor as he slowly waddled across the room, all his eyes saw was the dripping trail he was leaving as his soaking diaper leaked with every step. He felt so disgusting and he knew he looked and smelled worse. He only looked up when his aunt stopped pulling him. What he saw surprised him greatly. Set up in the middle of the empty room was a large crib that Chloe must have assembled after she got back, she must have worked fast! Diane indicated that Chris should climb inside. “Aren’t you going to change me first?” Chris asked almost pleadingly. It occurred to him that instead of asking to let him get cleaned up he had asked specifically to be changed by someone else. He felt so humiliated that he felt that if he was incapable of keep his pants clean maybe he shouldn’t be allowed to touch them after all. “Not quite yet little one.” Diane said condescendingly as hhe watched Chris climb into the crib in revulsion. Chris awkwardly got into the crib, every shift of his weight felt horrid as the incredible amount of mess in his diaper shifted with each movement. He sat down on his padded rear and immediately realised his mistake as he sunk into his own mess, he felt urine spurt from the sides of the diaper and looking down he could see he was leaking more than just pee. For a few minutes he struggled to remain as still as possible until he heard the front door to the day care open up and then a few minutes later he saw his mother step into the room. Chris could see she was immediately hit by the smell as she stopped in her tracks and wrinkled her nose before cautiously moving forward to the crib. Chris got on to his knees and scooted forward till he was grabbing the bars, a huge smile appeared on his face despite his state. Finally he was going to be saved, he thought to himself happily. Allison peered inside the crib over the top of the bars with horror at her son with tear stained cheeks and in a diaper that, from the looks of things, Chris had totally destroyed. “Mom I…” Chris started. He wanted to explain what had happened this morning but felt it was almost impossible. Hell, he himself wasn’t sure just what had happened that caused him to lose control like he had. “Ah, Allison, we have had a… Difficult time as you can see.” Diane said slowly. “Just what in the hell is going on?” Allison demanded. “Well… When you left this morning Chris started acting up. He messed his pants, seemingly on purpose and then he did it again after I changed him. Then during nap time he wet himself even though he had the option of using the bathroom. Now we just got back from our walk with the other kids and he made an embarrassment of us all by pooping and wetting himself in public leaving him in this state.” Diane said as she succinctly summed up the day’s events whilst conveniently leaving out that she had caused it all in the first place. Allison stood in open mouthed shock looking from her son to her sister as she tried to comprehend what was going on. “What is with the crib?” Allison finally asked. “How about we chat in private?” Diane suggested pulling her sister out of earshot of her son, Chloe followed them. “About the crib... We have a way we make a bit of money on the side.” Diane said conspiratorially, “It’s just doing day care… But for slightly older kids.” “What are you talking about?” Allison asked getting flustered about the situation. “I’ll just come out and say it. We run a day care for adults who act like kids… All ages from 18 to 60. Usually brought here by mothers, fathers, wives, husbands. It can reform behaviour, I’ve seen criminals, delinquents and layabouts dragged in here on their first day and within a few months their behaviour has totally turned around!” Diane was laying out all the selling points of her experimental adult day care. As Diane expounded on all the benefits of the program they watched the first adults arriving. Dressed as babies and thickly padded they toddled in and went straight to the toys just like the real kids. Chris, in the cot, stared wide eyed at the new arrivals wondering what was happening. “So… You think you can reform Chris? Stop him being a layabout?” Allison asked with hesitation. “I know I can. I just need some time.” Diane replied earnestly, “Just drop him off here in the mornings… He can help with the real kids like today, then after they all leave he can join the other adults and then you pick him up in the evening.” Allison didn’t look convinced. “Remember all those nights where you phoned me in tears? All those days I had to come over because Chris had gone missing? The way he has wasted chance after chance of having a good life?” Diane asked the struggling mother, “I can fix it, all of it. I can turn Chris from a waster into a proper, functional adult.” Allison looked torn. She had tried a lot of things to fix her son’s behaviour and nothing had got him to buck up his ideas and get a proper job. She looked at someone who seemed Chris’ age walk in and waddle over to the toys laughing. His diaper was uncovered and Allison could see the big baby was already wet. Her eyes travelled to the crib where she saw Chris leaning over the rails of the crib staring in horror at these big babies. “That is James.” Diane said pointing at the big baby Allison was watching, “He was in and out of correctional facilities his whole life. Since coming here he has stopped acting out, his mother says he has gone from being a devil to an angel.” “What would I have to do?” Allison asked her sister as she watched the adults in diapers playing with each other. “Nothing, we provide everything except…” Diane hesitated, “You would have to keep him in diapers all the time. An important part of the programme is the diapers, nothing reminds them of their place like the padding. Eventually he will want toys and, erm, age appropriate clothing. The programme is designed to break down the participants, to regress them to babyhood and then after a few months like that to allow them to grow up again.” “This seems extreme!” Allison said shaking her head in disbelief. “It is extreme.” Diane agreed, “I wouldn’t suggest it if I thought there was a choice in the matter. Nothing you have tried has rectified Chris’ behaviour, maybe the extreme option is all that is left.” Allison looked over to her son. She would love to have a son she could be proud of. She bit her lip as she considered it, could she do this? Was she willing to regress her son and have him grow up again? She trusted her sister and if she said this was an effective treatment for adults in need of reform then who was she to disagree. “I can’t believe I’m doing this… OK, I’m in, you can reform Chris.” Allison looked nervous and yet excited. If this treatment worked it could change everything. After some more talk Diane hugged her sister and assured her she was doing the right thing. Allison gave one final look over to Chris in the crib before turning and leaving the room. “Mom? Mom!? MOM!” Chris yelled at her departing back as Diane and Chloe walked back over to the crib, “Where is she going?” “Well Chrissy… You are about to find your life is going to change quite dramatically! Now how about we get you into a fresh diaper?” Diane said with a perverse smile. As Diane and Chloe started to laugh and more adults in diapers began to arrive Chris started to cry again. He knew that whatever change was about to happen was not one he wanted. “Mommy…” Chris said in between sobs as he looked toward the exit his mother had left through and Diane lowered the side of the crib and took him to the changing table for a new diaper. Little did Chris know that the process of breaking him down and rebuilding had already begun. Soon he would be a whole new person, he would be reborn.

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I am pretty sure that the whole point of the diaper dimension is that any normal human would count as a little there.

I agree with Mamabug and Elfy. Speaking personally, I really don't care if other people think that me and my online friends are weird because

The creative brilliance of the Diaper Dimension is that it enables babyfication of adults without the need for sciento-magical shrinkage of the one babyfied into a suitable size to fit a baby vs mother relationship and since it's the major fantasy of our creed, it places minimal demands on our willingness to suspend disbelief. Of course there are problems associated with this, but why the need to analyse and cover every possible aspect of it? Does every author/writer really have to obey the limits imposed by the creators of other stories within the same broad framework or can it be allowed to remain just that, a broad framework?

I find the most effective humiliations are making sure the baby constantly is reminded that they are a baby. Talking to him like a baby, doing everything for him so he 'doesn't make a mess', things like that. Also I agree that you have to get them to poop and/or pee in their diapers without control. This reinforces their infantile state. :-) as for punishments , punish them like you would a toddler; spankings, standing in the corner, made to tell you why they were bad, etc. hope this helps. :-D

Plastic babypants are the best item of clothing ever invented,they look good ,feel fantastic when you wear them and I have worn them all my life,it's the best bit about being an infantalist