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  1. Here is the latest update to the story. It has been available on my Patreon for the last week as all my story updates are. For $5 you can get early access to everything I write and for $10 you get the early access plus access to exclusive stories. There are other tiers and rewards to be found on my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A big thank you to all who read my stories and comment on them. But an extra big thank you to everyone who supports me financially via Patreon: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Lena S, Tsidt, Scy Tali, Britnee L, Sith, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, Cameron, Cole T, Dorian G, LB Iceland, BabyBB, J Land, Tim F, Cvsflip105, P74_1986, Chris B, Ron N, Jerry J, Frank S, Charlie S, P, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew John D, James B, A Random Patreon, Eric C, Ben R, C Dom, Lin J, Ben F, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Scott S https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 I also write commissions for anyone interested in one. --- Nick turned the radio up as he pulled away from Kirsty’s house. He smiled and nodded his head to the classic rock song that started blaring out of the car’s speakers. It felt good to be free of his responsibility, his burden even. Looking after Sarah was a much bigger chore than he thought it would be. Checking his phone, Nick fired off a quick text to Steven saying he was on his way and would meet them outside the stadium. There were four of them that went to the football matches together. Steven and Nick as well as two of their other friends would usually go to every home game, a tradition that had been broken recently by events outside of Nick’s control. He was looking forward to getting back to a normal routine after everything that happened. It was like a sense of closure to a difficult time of his life. As he drove through town, Nick thought back to what he had left behind at Kirsty’s house. He hoped that he could trust George, he had no reason to believe that he couldn’t but he knew what those two women were like. Traffic was pretty dense as expected on this Saturday afternoon. Not only was there a lot of traffic heading for the stadium but there were a lot of people that were going shopping too. It made the hot car rather unpleasant as Nick had to constantly wait for traffic ahead of him to clear. Nick had already got his cover story ready. He planned to tell his friends that he was unwell, he wouldn’t be more specific but if they asked where he had been he would just say he had an infection or something. He just prayed that none of them would notice the bulk between his legs. When Nick pulled up to the stadium car park he felt the first flutter of a different kind of nerves. This was an excited nervousness for an event that Nick was looking forward to. It had been too long since Nick had last been able to watch a football match yet alone hang out with his friends. Nick locked his car up and looked at the huge swathes of people walking towards the enormous stadium. There were thousands of people milling around excitedly looking forward to kick off. Most of the people were wearing the bright red shirt of the home team, the team that Nick supported but there were a fair few in the dark blue of their opponents for that evening. There was no trouble though, all of the crowds seemed to be having good natured fun. Nick made his way through the crowds towards the large stadium in the centre of the surrounding car parks. He leaned up against a lamp post close to the wall and took the opportunity to adjust his shirt and make sure his underwear was hidden still. “Nick? Mate, I nearly didn’t recognise you!” Steven appeared suddenly from the crowds and clapped his hand on Nick’s shoulder. “Hi Steven.” Nick replied. He was rather more subdued than his friend. He hadn’t seen Steven coming and it made him nervous that his friend could’ve seen something he shouldn’t have. “We thought you were dead!” Steven said with a laugh as he stood in front of Nick with a big warm smile on his face. “Heh… Nah, just not well.” Nick replied cautiously. He could feel the temperature in his face rising, he really hoped Steven wouldn’t ask any difficult questions. “Fair enough.” Steven replied, “You had anything to eat? Let me get you a burger, there’s a great food van just over here.” “No, it’s OK…” Nick trailed off as Steven walked away towards the truck without listening to Nick. Nick shook his head and rolled his eyes. Steven was always doing stuff like this, he wouldn’t listen to what the other person said. It could be worse though, at least Nick was getting a free burger out of it. As Nick stood near the turnstiles and watched people entering the stadium he felt a trickle of warmth exit his body and soak up in the padding between his legs. Nick jumped slightly as the unexpected stream stopped just as quickly as it started. He tried to assess his nappy situation inconspicuously but couldn’t really tell how wet it was. “Why didn’t I bring a change?” Nick muttered to himself. “What’s that, buddy?” Steven’s voice came from behind Nick again. He had an unfortunate habit of doing that. “Oh, erm, it’s just pretty hot. Sweating through this shirt!” Nick let out a nervous laugh. Steven smiled at him but it seemed a little forced. Did he guess that something was wrong? “We had better get in the ground, kick-off will be soon.” Steven said as he handed the burger to Nick. The pair of them walked to the turnstiles and passed through into the building. Just inside the gates were some security personnel who seemed to be searching bags and otherwise inspecting the attendees of the match. Nick suddenly felt more nervous as he saw someone in one of the other lines getting patted down. He remembered his nappy and knew that any pat down would find it, he prayed for no awkward questions in front of Steven. “Anything in your pockets?” The bored looking male security guard asked when Nick reached the front of the line. “Just my phone, wallet and keys.” Nick replied. He suddenly felt hyper aware of the wet padding between his legs. Nick saw Steven being talked to by another guard as he was searched in a similar way. “OK Sir. Could you spread your arms and legs for a quick pat down?” The guard asked. “Erm, why?” Nick replied. “Security, Sir.” The guard replied, “Just to protect people.” Nick’s heartbeat was going faster than a race car as he held his arms out to the side and opened his legs. With his legs open in a star position, Nick could feel the heavy and wet padding hanging between them. The bottom of the nappy was heavy with urine and without his trousers would no doubt be hanging much lower. The guard patted Nick’s shirt and quickly moved downwards. Nick could feel sweat on his brow as his friend collected his stuff and waited for Nick on the other side of the security barrier. The guard moved down Nick’s shirt to his pants, he patted the sides and Nick could see a slight frown on his face as he felt something a little odd. As the guard’s hands brushed the padding on Nick’s rear he felt the guard pause for a second before pulling away. “Thank you, Sir. Collect your stuff and enjoy the game.” The guard said as he stepped back. Nick didn’t wait for him to repeat himself. He grabbed his stuff and shoved them back in his pocket, Nick stole a glance at the guard to see that he was looking back at him with a strange look. Nick was blushing and felt the guard must know what he was wearing as he moved away from the checkpoint. “What kept you?” Steven asked before adding jokingly, “Smuggling a bomb in your pants?” Nick laughed a little awkwardly as he tried to bring his body back under control. His breathing slowed down and he was able to mop his forehead a little. “Come on, the guys are already in their seats.” Steven said as he checked his phone. The stadium was starting to fill up quickly and even in the concourse the noise of those already in their seats was getting loud. Everyone looking for to the match that was only a few minutes away, thousands of people ready to cheer their teams on. As Nick followed his friend up the steps and out into the stands he felt that match day feeling run through his body. A strange mixture of excitement and nerves flowed through his body from his fingertips to his toes. His hair stood on end as he walked up the steps and followed his friend to their seats. His worries disappeared as he got lost in the atmosphere, it was a beautiful day. Nick sidled his way along the row of seats towards his other friends. Some people had to stand up to let Nick and Steven through and Nick was very careful to make sure he didn’t accidentally brush past anyone. “Well, well, well… If it isn’t Nick!” Liam, one of Nick’s usual drinking buddies said, “I thought Steven was joking when he said you had popped up again.” “Hi, Liam.” Nick said with a smile as he sat down, “Hi Shane.” “Alright?” Shane greeted Nick casually. He had never been much of a talker unless he was drunk. When he had a few drinks he lost his inhibitions completely. Nick sat down and felt the bottom of his squishy diaper press up against him. He suppressed a shudder and took a bit of the burger that Steven had bought him, he hadn’t been lying, the burger was very nice. No sooner had Nick sat down than he had to jump back to his feet as a roar from the crowd indicated that the teams were coming out. There were few things as motivating to Nick as a stadium full of noisy fans and along with everyone else he smiled and cheered as his hometown heroes walked out on to the pitch. When the referee blew the whistle to start the game, Nick really felt like he was home. He had missed enjoying the football with his friends and enjoying this atmosphere. It didn’t take long for Nick to forget all about the last few weeks, everything felt normal again. For the next forty minutes Nick booed, cheered and chanted along with the thousands of others in the stadium. “It’s good to have you back Nick.” Steven said to his friend. “I’ve missed this.” Nick replied with a wistful smile, “I’m just glad I could come back.” “What kept you away?” Liam asked, “You weren’t online or anything. We left you messages but got no response. Even phoned your wife at one point, she just said you weren’t available.” “Yeah. I was, erm… I was ill.” Nick said carefully. “What was wrong?” Shane asked with suspicion. “Come on guys.” Steven said as he leant around Nick, “This isn’t an interrogation.” “Maybe it should be.” Shane said as he sipped on his drink. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Nick asked. None of the men were paying attention to the game now and Nick was starting to feel a little hot under the collar. “I just mean that you disappeared without trace and then reappear two weeks later and just say you were “ill” but that doesn’t explain why you weren’t in contact.” Shane said, “There’s something going on and I want to know what’s up.” “I… I…” Nick could feel redness appearing in his face. Even worse, he could feel his bladder draining into his diaper again. A distractingly warm stream of urine flowing into the padding. He was really soaked now but he wasn’t paying attention to that as his three friends all looked at him with suspicion. “What’s up, Steven? You know you can talk to us.” Steven said sympathetically. “Well… The truth is…” Nick felt his heartbeat quicken. Quite frankly he wasn’t sure he could trust any of these guys to keep things quiet. Was he really going to tell them what was happening in a stadium full of people? “COME ON!” A man in front of the four friends suddenly jumped up along with everyone around them. Nick and his friends looked towards the pitch where they saw their best striker running through on the opposition goal. A couple of moments later and the stadium erupted as the striker coolly slotted the ball into the bottom right corner of the net. Nick’s friends seemed to forget about their interrogation and started jumping up and down in celebration. Nick joined in the jumping as well until he suddenly felt something trickle down his inside thigh. He immediately stopped as his eyes flew wide open. He tried to look over his shoulder at the chair he had been sitting on and saw a wet patch. Nick’s nightmare was coming true, he was leaking. Without a second thought to how it might look to anyone, Nick started scrambling towards the stairs at the end of the row of seats. He pushed past people with no second thought for their well-being and he hoped the celebration had distracted his friends long enough that they wouldn’t notice the wet patch on the back of his trousers. “Where are you…” Steven noticed that Nick had slipped away and looked down the row to see him hurrying towards the exit in a frantic state. Steven could clearly see a trail of drips following him towards the stairs. Nick had no time to worry now, he had to leave immediately. He would find some way to explain it to the guys later. Nick took the stairs two at a time and turned into the concourse. It was virtually empty as most people were watching the game but there were a few early leavers who watched the man run past with confusion. With tears forming in his eyes he couldn’t believe he had let himself leak like this. Why wasn’t someone here to make sure he had a change of nappy with him? “God damn it.” Nick cursed as he ran down the steps towards the parking lot with heat rising in his face and trickling down his legs. This was all Sarah’s fault. She should have reminded him that he needed a change and that he would have to be careful. She was always the one that took care of his nappies and this was why. She had been slacking in her duties to her husband. “I can’t be expected to sort out my own nappies!” Nick thought, “I’m just a baby.” Nick suddenly stopped halfway down one of the many staircases. His face went even redder as he realised where his thoughts were going. He just admitted that he considered himself a baby… It must have been the stress of the situation, Nick decided, there was no way that he would think like that normally. He was an adult. A big strong man that didn’t need anyone taking care of him. Nick heard voices above and below him and realised that half time must be here and he needed to get to the car park before people started filling the stairs. He hurried down the rest of the stairs and showed his ticket to the car park attendant who let him through to the parking garage with a look of curiosity on his face. Nick thought he heard the parking attendant say something as he hurried away but he had no idea if he imagined it, he certainly wouldn’t stop to find out. Getting into his car, Nick finally paused and put his head on the steering wheel. He felt humiliated and knew that his presence would be missed soon. In fact, as soon as he had that thought he felt a vibration in his pocket. He pulled out his phone to see a text from Steven. Nick’s first thought was to chuck the phone on the passenger seat but instead he decided to look at what his best friend had to say. “I know what’s going on.” Nick blinked a couple of times as he stared at the words on his phone’s screen. Did Steven really know? Taking a deep breath, Nick threw the phone down and turned on the engine. He backed out of his parking space and drove towards the exit. Right now, he didn’t care who knew what, he just had to get to Sarah as soon as possible.
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  2. Summer's Retreat by BabyStevie26 "These grades are abysmal," her father said. "I didn't raise a dullard. Do you expect your tutors to be pleased to find out you've wasted their time?" "That-that's not-" "It's not what?" Father said, his lips curled into a sneer. "Not that the work was hard? Was it just laziness, then?" "No!" she said. "Some girls in my class, they needed help-" "Then next time you will deny them," Father snapped. "You have enough problems of your own without contributing to others' failure." Summer closed her eyes and cried as her father's tirade continued. She begged, prayed to be somewhere, anywhere else. -------------------- Summer opened her eyes. Then blinked as nothing seemed immediately familiar.Where am I? Summer asked herself.She wasn't sure what had just happened. One moment her father was berating her for getting C's in school. The next she was someplace else entirely. Looking around she saw she was sitting on her knees on a carpet in front of a coffee table. A child's coloring book was open in front of her, overlarge crayons scattered around. A green one was in her hand. Further in front of her was a television. It was currently turned off. Reflected in the screen was the sofa directly behind Summer, as well as Summer herself.What am I wearing? Summer thought. She looked down at herself. She needed to see it with her own eyes because the image reflected the screen was simply too absurd. Yet when she looked down she saw exactly the same thing that was in the reflection.Seventeen year old Summer was wearing a pastel pink one piece dress. Its hem, sleeves, and collar were ruffled. It would've been adorable… on a preschooler or something. Which brought to mind what else she was wearing. Sitting on her knees she could tell the ruffly pink dress went barely halfway past her thighs. As a result, it was easy to see her underwear poking out. Her thick, white, padded underwear.Why am I wearing a diaper? Summer thought.Any further questions were interrupted by a woman entering the room. Summer immediately recognized the short black bob of her Aunt Jennifer, or "Aunt Jenn", as she had insisted on being called. Summer watched as her uncle's wife moved about the room, dusting the shelves. She paid Summer no mind, going about her task as if Summer were not even there.Summer kept quiet, terrified of drawing attention to herself. She liked Aunt Jenn, she really did. Yet even knowing Aunt Jenn was one of the nicest people Summer had known her mind imagined the woman seeing her and demanding to know why Summer was sitting in her home dressed like a toddler.Butterflies gathered in Summer's stomach as that image filled her mind. She found herself leaning forward to try ease the feeling. She heard a crinkling noise as she moved and realized it was the diaper wrapped around her. Aunt Jenn noticed, too. She looked directly at Summer when she heard the crinkle. Rather than the screaming tirade Summer had anticipated, Aunt Jenn smiled at her and finished her dusting without a word. Summer watched her aunt, wondering how she could take Summer's outlandish appearance in stride.Summer tried to speak up, tried to tell Aunt Jenn this wasn't what it looked like. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She couldn't bring herself to even make a sound as Aunt Jenn went back into the kitchen.Summer's stomach had begun to feel better, so Summer straightened out of her hunched over pose and sat back down. That was when she felt something squish against her bottom half. Summer's face turned pale, then became completely red as she began to realize what a squishy sensation from a diaper had to mean. If she had any doubts, the odor that began to hit her nostrils took care of them.When… when did that happen? Summer thought. The only thing she could think of was when she leaned forward moments before. She had just thought she was nervous. Apparently it had been more than that.Now a sound did escape Summer. A soft sobbing as she began to cry. It wasn't loud, Summer had never been loud, so no one responded to her distress. Summer's self-pity was interrupted by the sound of a door opening and closing, followed by a voice calling out."I'm home!" it said, breaking Summer out of her daze. She looked up an saw a young girl walk in from the front hallway. She looked just like Summer's younger cousin Bailey, except she seemed an extra foot taller than Summer remembered. She also didn't recall her cousin wearing glasses. Judging by the bag slung over Bailey's shoulder, Summer assumed she had just returned home from school. At the sight of the bag, Summer let out an involuntary whimper. Bailey's head turned to look at Summer, her head tilting one side."What's wrong, Summer?" Bailey asked with clear concern.She dropped her backpack and approached her crying, diapered, stinking cousin. Bailey's nose wrinkled as she noticed the last part. Then shook her head and sighed."Is that all it is?" Bailey ruffled Summer's hair and grinned at her. "You had me worried."Bailey walked behind Summer and lifted the back of Summer's dress. Summer felt a tug and realized only then that Bailey was checking her diaper. She heard Bailey "tsk" after a moment."Mom!" Bailey yelled out. "Summer needs a diaper change!"Summer thought she could not possibly be more mortified. Then she heard her aunt's reply."I know. I saw her in her pooping pose earlier," she called back from the kitchen. "Does it seem like she's done?""Pooping pose"? Summer thought. Her mind reeled at the implication. Was she referring to when Summer had been bent forward?Bailey looked at Summer for a few seconds before answering."Well, her face is still red, but it looks like it," she called to the kitchen. "She might have a rash, though. She's been crying.""Okay," Aunt Jenn called back. "Take her to the nursery and I'll change her when I'm done here.""Alright!" Bailey replied. She took hold of Summer's left arm. "C'mon, Summer. Let's go to your room."Bailey pulled on Summer's arm clearly trying to indicate the girl should stand up. Summer refused to move. She didn't so much fight as sit there as dead weight Bailey was not strong enough to move by force."We have to go upstairs so Mommy can change you," Bailey said as she tried to get the older girl to her feet. "Don't you want clean pants, Summer?"Summer desperately wanted just that. She just as desperately wanted to avoid moving around in dirty pants. She could feel the mess in the diaper shift and squish just from Bailey's attempts to move her. She dreaded trying to walk, let alone go up a flight of stairs, with a messy diaper smushing every step of the way.Fortunately, after a few more attempts to tug Summer to her feet, Bailey gave up."Mom! She won't move!"Summer's aunt came back into the room and saw Summer right where she'd been last, Bailey still holding her arm."In that case," she told Bailey, "go upstairs, please, and bring her changing supplies here.""'Kay." Bailey let go of Summer and got up to do as she was asked.Summer's aunt knelt down in front of the girl and smiled."It's all right, Summer," she said soothingly. "Mommy and Sissie are going to get you out of those icky pants and into a clean diaper in just a little bitty bit."She gave Summer a firm yet gentle push on her shoulder. Unlike Bailey, Aunt Jenn was strong enough to force her to move, so Summer soon found herself lying down on her left side. At that point Aunt Jenn took hold of Summer's legs, using them to help Summer turn onto her back. Summer whimpered as the motion shifted the mess around. Aunt Jenn whispered soothing nothings at her until Bailey came back down. With her head resting on the floor, Summer felt as much as heard her cousin's footsteps on the stairs and carpet as she returned."Perfect timing," Summer heard Aunt Jenn say. She then lifted Summer's legs until her bottom was off the floor. "Slip the pad under her, please."Summer's dress was hiked up past her waist as she was lowered back down. She heard something besides her diaper crinkle. She moved her head to try and see and found a plastic changing pad had been placed under her."Do you want any help?" Bailey asked as her mother got everything Bailey had brought down organized to her liking."I can handle the dirty work," Aunt Jenn replied, patting the front of the diaper Summer wore as she said it. "Keep Summer occupied, though. She's really distressed about something. Some attention from her Sissie might help.""Sure thing." Bailey sat down next to Summer's head."Hey, Summer," Bailey said in the sing-song people reserved for speaking to infants. "Look what I got!"She held a rattle over Summer's head and shook it in front of her face. Summer found herself enthralled by the jangling of the rattle. So much so she was only vaguely aware of the sound of tapes being torn. She immediately noticed the rush of the house's air conditioning on her bottom half as the diaper was opened. She closed her eyes and shuddered a little at the sensation.When the rattle stopped moving she looked at her cousin and saw her face scrunched up, clearly trying not to gag. Obviously the smell from the open diaper was getting to her. Summer couldn't help laughing at the expression on her face."You think that's funny, do you?" Bailey asked. She then started making faces at Summer, some with sounds. Summer started laughing as Bailey kept it up. Summer felt a hand grip her ankles as she started to kick."Sorry," Bailey told her mom."It's fine." Aunt Jenn pushed Summer's feet forward until her knees were at her chest."Hold her for a moment," Aunt Jenn instructed Bailey. Bailey took hold of Summer's ankles and held her legs in place. Summer couldn't see what was going on but yelped when something cold started moving across her lower body."It's weird…" Bailey said."What is?" Aunt Jenn asked."Summer's face. It's all red. It's not a sunburn and she isn't pooping anymore. It almost looks like she's blushing. Like she's embarrassed.""That is odd," Aunt Jenn replied. "I honestly can't remember Summer being embarrassed during a diaper change."Summer herself couldn't imagine not being embarrassed by a diaper change, since she didn't normally wear them at all in the first place, let alone need them changed. Obviously, her aunt and cousin thought differently. As far as they were concerned, she soiled herself often enough to earn a nickname for when it happened. Summer wanted to tell them to stop. To stop wiping her rear end. To stop talking like she wasn't even there. To tell them that, yes, she was embarrassed at being stripped down in front of her younger cousin after soiling herself.Say something! Summer screamed at herself. You're seventeen years old, for Heaven's sake, not seventeen months!She said nothing. She did nothing. Summer laid there, with that younger cousin holding Summer's legs so her dirty bottom was on full display to her aunt. That aunt was cleaning her niece's most private areas like it was the most normal thing in the world."All clean!" Aunt Jenn announced. Bailey continued to hold Summer's legs. Summer heard more crinkling noises and only after they stopped did Bailey lower Summer's lower body back down to the floor. Summer felt her bottom rest on something soft. Before she could register the obvious, Aunt Jenn was already sprinkling powder on Summer's lower half. After that she took the front of the clean diaper and folded it over Summer's front.Once it was secured, Aunt Jenn took Summer's hands and pulled her back up into a sitting position. Before standing up herself, she gave Summer a kiss on the forehead."All better now, huh?" she asked. She stood up before Summer could think of answering, revealing to Summer she was likely not expecting one."Do you have homework, Bailey?" she asked, turning her attention to her daughter."Just a little," Bailey said. "I'll have it done before dinner."Aunt Jenn agreed to that and went back to whatever she'd been up to in the kitchen. Bailey didn't leave. Instead she got her backpack. Summer flinched when Bailey plopped it down next to the coffee table. Bailey sat on her knees on the carpet next to Summer and began working. Summer sat passively and watched as her cousin worked on math. It seemed more advanced than the fourth grade math she remembered taking. That was when she noticed one corner of the worksheet Bailey was using. On it was what looked like a teacher's name. Below it were the words "sixth grade.""Sixth?" Summer asked out loud. Bailey looked up, then back down at her paper as she followed Summer's gaze."Yep, that's a six." Bailey smiled at Summer. "That's there to show I'm in sixth grade."Summer stared, but said nothing further. Bailey went back to her work, leaving Summer to her thoughts.Since when is Bailey in sixth grade? Summer thought. Then again, since when is Bailey suddenly a foot taller than she used to be? Since when did she wear glasses?Summer began looking around the room more. This time she was looking for something specific. She saw a clock and a few digital displays on some of the electronics, but all of them only had the time. That alone wouldn't confirm what she had begun to suspect.The kitchen! Summer thought. She stood up from the coffee table and began walking to the kitchen where her Aunt Jenn was currently cleaning the counter tops. Summer winced as she heard the diaper crinkle with her every motion. Bailey watched for a moment then went back to her schoolwork. In the kitchen, Summer looked around, trying to find what she was after.There, Summer found a calendar on the wall next to the pantry. On the bottom was the month and various little notes written in, such as Summer herself having a doctor appointment on the sixteenth. On the top page, mixed in with a picture of frolicking puppies, was a four digit number. Summer looked at the last digit and began to panic.Two years? she thought. The calendar's year was two years ahead of what she could last remember. She had been right, there was a gap. A gap of two years. Two years in which her cousin had hit at least one growth spurt and entered the tail end of elementary school. Two years during which she had been prescribed glasses. Two years during which Summer had become an overgrown baby.Summer tried to remember anything she could from before today. Everything was hazy at best. She could remember Mommy-no, Aunt Jenn singing to her. Bailey playing with her. Daddy… no, Uncle Henry managing to carry her. None of the memories were clear. Rather they were apparently things that happened enough she could remember them through sheer frequency. The first memory she could recall with any clarity involved her father.As the memory of his scowling face entered Summer's mind, she squatted into a fetal position, burying her head in her legs and starting to sob."Summer?!" Summer heard her aunt's voice as if it were far away. She didn't even notice the woman bend over and wrap her arms around the girl."I'll do better, Daddy," Summer moaned."You always say that," she heard her father's voice answer, "and you always fail to keep your word. You often do worse than before. Does that make you an idiot, a liar, or both?"Summer sobbed loudly. Instinctively leaning into Aunt Jenn's embrace. "I'll do better!" she sobbed."It's all right, sweetheart. Everything's all right." Soothed by her aunt's voice, Summer gradually quieted down."Mom, is Summer okay?" Bailey asked from the kitchen doorway."I think she had some kind of flashback," Aunt Jenn explained. She helped Summer to her feet and helped her into the living room. She laid Summer down in on a blanket on the floor. She went back to the kitchen, leaving Bailey with the older girl just long enough to return with a bottle."Drink this, sweetie, you'll feel better." Aunt Jenn handed Summer the bottle and helped hold it to the girl's lips. Inside the bottle was sweet juice that Summer began to suck down greedily. As she did, she heard Aunt Jenn start to sing, and everything become hazy again. -------------------- Summer awoke to a smell much nicer than a dirty diaper. I'm the distance, she heard sizzling she realized was coming from the kitchen. Someone was cooking."Look who's awake," Summer heard a man's voice ask. Her eyes went to the sofa where she saw her Uncle Henry. He had something in his hands. Next to him, holding the same thing, was Bailey. She was intently focused on the television. Summer turned her head in that direction and saw a colorful video game on the screen. She got caught up in it herself for a moment. So much so she didn't notice the game pause nor Bailey kneel down where she lay. "Hey, sleepyhead," Bailey tickled Summer lightly across her belly. Summer laughed and tried to pull her dress down to cover herself."Don't excite her too much," Uncle Henry told her. "Her late nap is already going to make her impossible at bedtime."The ticking stopped. Once Summer blinked away the tears she saw Bailey looking at her father with a serious expression on her face."You didn't see her this afternoon," Bailey told him. "She needed that nap. She's already in a better mood now.""I know that, sweetheart." Uncle Henry pressed buttons on what Summer now realized was a game controller and behind her the TV went dark. "You and your mother were quite clear. How's Summer's diaper?"Bailey rested a hand on the front of Summer's diaper for a moment."Wet, but just a little," Bailey said. Summer tensed. "Mom's giving her a bath tonight and she's already pooped, so she'll keep."Summer moved around a little, squeezing her legs together and squirming. Indeed, the padding felt different than she remembered when Aunt Jenn had diapered her before. Summer realized she had wet herself in her sleep.An image entered Summer's mind at that realization. A memory of herself, late at night. A memory of a maid wordlessly stripping sheets off a bed. Standing at the door, silhouetted by the light in the hallway, was her father. She didn't need to see his face clearly to know it was scowling, or maybe sneering at his ten year-old daughter's lack of control. He blocked the door, preventing the maid from leaving until Summer, already full of shame from her accident, removed her wet panties and nightdress and handed them over. "Bubble kissie!" A shout suddenly interrupted Summer's thoughts as Bailey blew a raspberry on Summer's stomach. Summer squealed in a way she couldn't remember ever doing before."You keep that up and you're the one staying up with her if she doesn't want to go to sleep," Summer heard her Aunt Jenn say from the kitchen door. "Dinner's about ready, so get Summer seated."Bailey complied, taking Summer's hands in her own and helping her sit up. This time Summer didn't resist when Bailey pulled on her to suggest she stand up. Bailey let Summer to the dining room, where four chairs were set up.Summer was guided to one chair and told to sit down. She did and was promptly reminded of her wet diaper as it squished under her."Oh, please," Bailey said dismissively at the expression on Summer's face. "You've sat in worse."Says you, Summer did not say out loud. Of course, if she had indeed spent two years as a baby, Bailey was probably right about that.Bailey tied a bib around Summer's neck while Aunt Jenn and Uncle Henry brought plates over. Summer immediately noticed three differences between her plate and the rest of the family. Her meat was already cut up, her drink was in a plastic sippy cup, and there was a noticeable lack of metal silverware. While even Bailey used a knife and fork to cut into what looked like chicken, her elbow precariously close to her glass of juice, Summer had an oversized spork and the next closest thing to a baby bottle. She took a few stabs at the meat and eventually managed a couple bites. Then she started getting frustrated and began just eating her chicken by hand."Two bites before abandoning the fork," Bailey said. "That's a record.""She's feeding herself this time, at least," Uncle Henry said."She's been a lot better lately about needing to be hand fed," Aunt Jenn said.Summer froze, suddenly self conscious with everyone's attention on her eating habits."You're fine, Summer," Uncle Henry assured her with a smile. "Keep eating."Reluctantly, Summer continued eating her food by hand. Summer didn't take part in any of the conversation, nor was she apparently expected to. The grown-ups talked about their days at home, work, and school respectively and left the baby to herself except to wipe her hands and face when she finished. Summer stayed in her seat, unsure whether she was excused and not sure how to ask. Everyone else, slowed by conversation and having to actually cut up their food, was still eating. Bailey seemed to hit a particularly stubborn bit of chicken as she was struggling to cut it. When she finally succeeded, her arm slipped and sent her elbow right into her glass, sending it crashing to the floor."Bailey!" Aunt Jenn exclaimed."Sorry!" Bailey said as her father moved to start cleaning the glass and spilled juice off the floor.Summer felt a hand clamp on to her shoulder and turned to see Aunt Jenn holding it, pushing down if Summer tried to move, and risk her bare feet around broken glass."How many times have we told you to be careful about your glass?" Aunt Jenn scolded."Sorry!" Bailey said again. "I didn't notice it was right there.""That's my point, Bailey. You've said over and over you'd be more careful, now look." Aunt Jenn sighed in frustration.As Summer watched her cousin's expression fall as her mother scolded her, a strange sensation came over Summer. She blinked several times, only for her vision to blur each time. She brought a hand up to her face and felt the tears running down it."How many times have you been told?" A voice rang in her head."Obviously you weren't thinking!""Is this all your promises are worth?""Bailey's good!" A voice cried out. Summer realized it was her own."Bailey's good," she repeated. "Bailey played with me! Don't yell!"Everyone stopped to like at Summer. Then Summer, her voice much quieter, said "Please don't yell."Summer closed her eyes and began to sob. For a moment the only sounds were her crying and her uncle's continued collecting of broken glass. After a few moments of that, Summer felt a weight on her legs. Summer opened her eyes to see Bailey sitting in lap, looking up at her. She grabbed a napkin from the table and dabbed Summer's tears with it. Summer wrapped her arms around Bailey and squeezed."Don't cry, Summer," Bailey said. "Mommy's not yelling. She's just a little upset, that's all. Sissie isn't in trouble…" Bailey hesitated at that, then looked to her mother. "Um… I'm not, am I?""No," Aunt Jenn replied. Then took one of Summer's hands in hers. "Even if you were, I certainly couldn't punish you now, could I?" Mother and daughter chuckled. "Still, if this happens again, Summer won't be the only one using a sippy cup at the dinner table for a while.""Mom!" Bailey's face went red."I'm not kidding," Aunt Jenn insisted through a big grin. "If you don't start shaping up, Summer will graduate to big girl cups again before you do."Bailey glared, but Summer didn't feel that same tension from a few moments ago. While they spoke Uncle Henry had finished cleaning the glass and the spill, brought Bailey a new drink, this time in a plastic cup, and everyone soon resumed eating. The only difference was Summer couldn't bring herself to let go of Bailey, forcing Bailey to finish her meal from Summer's lap.After dinner, the family moved to the living room and sat together. The television was on, but Summer didn't pay it any attention. Bailey insisted on playing peek-a-boo with her. Bailey spiced it up by doing things like funny faces or "bubble kisses" when she uncovered Summer's eyes. Summer's aunt and uncle watched a movie, content to let the children entertain themselves. Some hours later, the movie was done and Bailey had gone through more rounds of peek-a-boo, some pattycake, and rolling a ball. Aunt Jenn took Summer to the bathroom and gave her a bath. The bath was uneventful, other than Uncle Henry walking in to ask her aunt something. Nobody noticed Summer's embarrassment, as nobody really looked in her direction or seemed to care she was naked as the day she was born. Similarly, after the bath, Aunt Jenn dried Summer then led her, still nude, to her own room to be dressed for bed.Once Summer got a good look at her room, she became too surprised to be embarrassed.It was, for all intents and purposes, a gigantic nursery. Against the left wall was a bed with a raised mattress and bars that raised or lowered on tracks set into the headboard and footboard. To Summer's eye it looked like those bars could go nearly to the ceiling to make sure no large errant babies got out of bed without supervision. On the opposite wall was a long bench or table. Summer saw underneath there were several large diapers, boxes of wipes, and bottles of lotion and powder.On the floor in the room's center was a playmat with a few soft toys and blocks scattered around it. On the wall opposite the door, under the window, was an open toy box. Baby cartoon characters decorated the walls all around, which were painted a pastel pink. Other furniture, such as a nightstand and bookshelf, were lined up around the room.Summer was so busy gawking at it all she paid no attention to Aunt Jenn leading her to what she was only just realizing was a changing table and made her lie down on it. Just like in the living room, Aunt Jenn put a new diaper underneath Summer and taped it onto her after applying powder and lotion. As her aunt had her stand up, Summer was quick to notice that this diaper was even thicker than the ones she had worn already.As she marveled at that, Aunt Jenn got Summer dressed for bed. The first thing her aunt did was guide Summer's arms through the straps of a bra that, once in place, Aunt Jenn fastened from behind. Summer giggled at the idea of a baby in a bra, then realized there were probably practical issues of physical support or comfort that could not be ignored just because she didn't act like a young adult.Lost in her thoughts, Summer didn't pay attention as Aunt Jenn pulled another piece of clothing from the dresser. This one she knelt down and navigate Summer's feet into one at a time. Summer supported herself with her aunt's shoulders. Once that was done. She lifted the garment up the length of Summer's body and guided the girl's arms into sleeves on the front. That was when Summer realized she was being dressed in an adult sized footed sleeper. One that zipped up in the back, as her aunt's next step was to stand behind Summer and zip her up. Summer's attempt to reach for the zipper herself got her hands lightly slapped away, but not before she felt a button where the zipper was supposed to end. Finally, Aunt Jenn led Summer to the bed and had her lay down on it. As she raised the bars, Bailey entered the room with a baby bottle in her hands. She passed it to Summer through the crib bars. This time the bottle was just regular water. Regardless, Summer was thirsty enough to put the bottle to her lips and start drinking."You go get your pajamas on, too, Bailey," Aunt Jenn said softly. "Tell Daddy I'll be down as soon as I give Summer her lullaby.""Sure." Bailey reached through the bars one more time before she left. She brushed Summer's cheek and wished her good night. Soon after she left, Aunt Jenn began singing, just like the living room. Summer didn't fall asleep right away like before. Instead she started to think about the past several hours.So much had happened in that span of time. Summer had found herself in a diaper, a sight nobody except her seemed to find unusual in the slightest. She had soiled herself without knowing she'd done it until she sat down, only for her aunt and cousin to clean her up without a fuss. She'd lost two years of her life to what she could only assume was this second babyhood, yet when she had reacted by freaking out Aunt Jenn and Bailey had stayed by her and helped calm her. Bailey had played with and entertained her, even if they had been baby games. At dinner no one had so much as cared that she had eaten with her hands when everyone else had been using silverware.Then there was this nursery. This nursery filled with baby furniture sized to fit Summer. The adult diapers, sippy cups, and baby toys were one thing, but there was no way they just had anything like the nursery's furniture just lying around. That meant Aunt Jenn and Uncle Henry needed to have had it made specifically for Summer. She could not imagine her father doing anything even remotely like this. If she has begun acting like a giant toddler around him, he would have had her committed."Just get her out of my sight!"Summer screwed her eyes shut at the imagined sound of his voice. This time, her father's voice seemed quieter in her head. Lesser. As if it were being drowned out by something. Then Summer opened her eyes and saw that Aunt Jenn had stopped singing and was looking at her with concern.Summer should tell them. Reveal that grown up Summer was back or, at least, coming back. She should let them know she wasn't the baby they were treating her as anymore. She should show her family her gratitude by explaining they didn't need to take care of her like this anymore. She knew that she should.Yet…"Sing again!" she said instead. "Again!"Aunt Jenn smiled and began her lullaby anew. Summer found a stuffed animal in her crib and hugged it tight. This time she felt her eyelids begin to droop at the sound of her aunt's song. She knew she should speak up. But…Would that bring an end to all this? Summer asked herself. An end to feeling cared for, instead having to earn her place in this household. An end to being free of expectation, as she resumed the life she had been nothing but a failure in. An end to being unafraid?That question was the one that decided Summer. Whenever she thought about anything Before, she felt fear. She saw she the man she called father ready to pounce any error she made. Be it failing grades, misbehavior, lack of manners. Summer had lived knowing any fault would be presented to her as soon as her father knew of it.Now, she could poop her pants and nobody would scold her. Nobody cared if her table manners were subpar. She wasn't even expected to know what a six was! In her mind, she knew that was absurd. Her aunt and uncle and cousin wouldn't change if she did. They wouldn't go through all they clearly had if they didn't care for Summer.Yet…"Again…" Summer said softly as her eyes closed. Her aunt cleared her throat and sang one more time.This time, Summer feel asleep before Aunt Jenn finished.
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  3. One of my favorite things to do, when I have the chance, is wearing a diaper and wetting it so much that it sags between my legs from all the weight. The weight of the diaper after multiple wettings is something I can't explain, it just feels really good to me. Though I only do this every so often since I have to make sure I have the house to myself for a day. But when I get the chance I'm diapered from the minute I wake up until the tapes fail or the diaper leaks, sometimes even longer then that if I'm feeling adventurous. If I feel like it I'll put on a second diaper and make a hole in the first so I can keep wetting and have a bigger and heavier diaper. Plus during this time I drink at least triple the daily amount of water the average person should have during the day, so that's a bonus. Who else likes doing something like this?
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  4. ignorance - not sure if I'm replying to Myth or Trump, but it words for both
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  5. Hello Ferix! Nice to see another Cub Fur So ive been in the process of un-training myself and already a month passed by and already started bedwetting, and daytime i have urge incontinence wich started about a week after! Ive been into DL stuff for about 10 years, so 10 years telling my mind that i wanna be incon and thats its ok to go in diapers! I guess thats helping my un-training process! Any advice that you may have acquired over this process? Oh yeah, feel free to add me on Telegram f you want to! @SkyMitou Have a nice wet night and stay padded!
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  6. Chapter 9 - A Parting Gift “Baby!” Samantha exclaimed seeing you in the elevator alone she grabs your ear dragging you out making you wince and stumble forward. “Are you supposed to be in there alone? What’s this? A present for mommy? Oh...you got changed.” She takes your filled diaper gingerly and walks with you in hand to find the nearest garbage can. She dunks it in one feeling slightly guilty for whoever had to deal with it next. “Mommy better hear you had a good lesson with the director or you’re going to be dragging more loaded diapers around for quite sometime.” She threatened with a hand resting on her new necklace mic. You nodded it was good stopping only when she slips in your pacifier. “Good baby. Dr. Martin is working on a lot more of Mommy’s necklaces so there’s no reason to act shy about using your diapers anymore. It’s what mommy and everyone else wants. Let’s get your tummy full again so you can keep filling up your snuggies. You’ve been so busy today we need to catch up on all your ba-bas.” Soon, back in the nursery wing, Samantha brings you to your original changing room where a high chair has been set up for you with baby bottles and baby food lining the shelf. She removes the chair’s tray and sets your crinkly butt down in the seat. You whimper as your sensitive bottom makes contact but Samantha only coos tying your bib around you and removing your pacifier. “Open wide Baby Y/N. You must be starving!” She shovels spoonfuls of mashed prunes and peas that you choke down with many scrunched expressions of disgust. Samantha finds them adorable and makes sure her spoons are overloaded so they make a big mess dripping down your front onto your bib. “Such a messy baby!” She wipes your mouth. “Oh no you got it on your pretty dress you naughty thing. Mommy has to change you afterwards now.” After jars and jars of disgusting mush. She gets you down and tugs the dress off over your head leaving you just standing there a moment in your diaper. A knock, then the receptionist arrives. “Oh! Sorry to interrupt.” She giggles seeing you in just your diaper. “No need to apologize I was just dressing her up for our trip back.” Sam says unfolding a big onesie. “The director leaves you this parting gift.” Your Caregiver looks inside the receptionist’s offered package and grins seeing a wide variety of of punishment tools. She lets you peak and see them as well. “Mommy still hasn’t forgotten your daycare transgressions little lady. Wait until we get home.” She warns then thanks the receptionist who wishes you both safe travels before taking her leave. Samantha sets the bag aside and tugs the onesie on you, snapping up the crotch over your crinkling diaper and has you step into some comfy sweats. She then sits down in the room’s chair and pulls you onto her lap, wrapping you close. She takes a bottle and teases the nipple at your mouth before you follow the routine and start suckling. She coos and pats your diaper as you drink, praising you for being a good baby drinking up her ba-ba before pressing another into your mouth and you struggle to down that one as well. Many bottles down and full jars of baby food, you’re bloated up after all your prescribed meals for the day are caught up. Samantha turns you over and pats your back strongly before an embarrassing burp escapes you. She then gets all your things together back into your diaper bag and takes your hand to exit the facility. Bundled back up in the car, and pulling out of the parking lot for a long drive home, the sun is just beginning to set, and your eyes droop until you can’t fight sleep any longer and end up nodding off.
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  7. 32 weeks in (7 months, 1 week): Each time I have woken up to a soggy diaper, I've felt a lot of excitement with a bit of euphoria. I even told my boyfriend and my 24/7 friends that I wet in my sleep to brag about it. Originally, I predicted bedwetting would take me longer to achieve than day time wetting. So it's a total surprise to me that I've started to bed wet before I've really lost control in the daytime. Speaking of daytime. I really feel like I've hit a plateau. Nothing significant has really changed (other than my diapers) in the past 2 months. Currently, its super easy to initiate urination. More often than not, it takes very little concentration to start peeing. I have no problem peeing in any position: standing, sitting, and laying down on my back, side, or tummy. I can pee easily while walking, driving, or while at work. Some days I feel like I've taken a half step backwards in my progress, where I do have to focus to pee, but I'm right back to peeing freely the day after. Something that I've been noticing more and more is how surprisingly intense my urges are when I haven't peed in a while. There'll be times where I'm focused at work or playing Overwatch (a game on PC) where I won't be paying attention to my bladder capacity. I'll suddenly get an intense urge to go. The urgency seems to really drive the initiation of urination, which I see as good, and I can pretty much start peeing as soon as I feel the urge. I havent had any dribbling in a few weeks, even though I'm more relaxed down there than I've ever been. I still have some dull cramps/pain in my bladder, like I was having early on in my un-training. However, they arent as severe nor last as long as they used to. I really want to progress quickly towards incontinence. I make it a habit to stay relaxed as much as possible. If I haven't peed in a while, I try to go, even if there is no urge to go. If I am able to go, I give myself good feelings and congradulate myself to help reinforce that it's okay to use my diapers. I feel like these habits will eventually turn automatic and eventually I will be peeing without thought. At the same time, keeping my bladder empty as much as possible helps shrink my bladder size and increases the frequency of urges and urination. I mostly have control over my bowels, however, soft or loose stools are much harder to hold in now than before my diaper point. I've had a few uncontrollable messy accidents when I had loose stool but I haven't had any accidents with more solid stool. Just this morning I woke up with the urge to mess. I was wearing a cloth and didnt want to bother with the cleanup, so I got up and made my way to the toilet. Before I could get the diaper off, I was surprised to feel I was starting to mess. I was able to pull the diaper down like a pull up and quickly sit on the toilet before I got any of the mess into the diaper. So yeah, I am loosing control of my bowels. Bowel incontinence seems to be progressing at a rate faster than urine incontinence, but I still have 90% control if I chose to exert it, which I usually don't.
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  8. Why does it make a difference? I'm trans and I go to pride wearing diapers every year. Hell, I wear diapers every day 24/7. Pride is about who you are, not about what people perceive you to be. If you wear diapers, are LGBTQ, or whatever, enjoy it, and flip the bird to those that don't!!
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  9. I don't feel there is anyway to provide a truly safe place for teens when it comes to something that crosses the line between lifestyle, identity and FETISH. Because there is always that sexual component in this community, the risk of predators trying to abuse a mixed-age community is more than zero, and therefor it's not a risk I am willing to take. That firm stand negates all other arguments as I am "the decider" when it comes to such things in my sandbox, but just to clarify: People always bring up the differing "age of consent" rules in different states and countries. I myself live in a "16" state... but that does not matter. When it comes to the internet I have to abide by FEDERAL laws in the US. Everything online is federal because of interstate commerce laws (our data bouncing off servers in different states, even when talking to someone local) and the federal law makes it a crime to solicit anyone under 18. This also applies to images, so while you can fuck a 16 year old in Alabama, you can't send a picture of her/him as it's child porn. For everyone's protection I abide by the federal standard. And young people are dumb. Sorry, but it is true on a scientific level. Hormones and underdeveloped brains = trouble. Even when they know it's wrong they seek out older partners, and take nude selfies; and can get adults in real trouble without considering the consequences. It is up to us adults not to provide a place to make those situations possible.
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  10. Part 8 Final Part I was still only wearing the disposable and popper rubber pants that Dada Peak had put me in as I wondered down to the kitchen. As usual, Gwyneth was typing away at her laptop with a huge mug of coffee not far from her grasp. My bowl was set out with a choice of cereal boxes arranged for my selection. The biggest surprise was that I was dry, I hadn’t woken up dry for what seemed like ages but, well, wonders will never cease. “Morning sweetie,” She said with a smile in her voice but without really looking up from the screen, “What would you like for breakfast?” “Morning, er, it’s OK I’ll just have some of these,” I replied as I emptied some Crunchy Nuts into my animal bowl. “Did you have a good time at Pauly’s… I bet you had a great time…?” I swallowed a huge mouthful and made an enthusiastic “Mmmming” sound that I hoped indicated it had been fun. She looked up then and said “Well, you can tell me all about it and then I’ll tell you all my news.” She smiled and then added, as if it was an afterthought, “Oh… and we need to go into town today to see Mr Benson.” I nodded but wondered why we had to go and see the family lawyer but, as it would not really concern me (nothing to do with Mr Benson ever did), I assumed dad or mom must need some legal document or advice. * I was quite animated as I told Gwyneth about my day. About the fabulous home that was like an adventure playground. Every toy, every plushie, every, well everything a boy could possibly want, he had and we had a great time playing together. I had been a bit disappointed that there had been no ‘others’ there but because we had loads to play with, and Dada Peak was full of games and ideas, the lack of any more boys charging around wasn’t an issue. Out in the garden was a little pool that we played in for most of the hot afternoon, having fun using his WaterBlaster and Supersoaker guns to do just that… soak each other. We were running around in our diapers quite freely to begin with but by the end our thick diapers had proved themselves to be Superabsorbers and had swelled to such an extent that running became impossible. Lying next to each other Dada Peak changed us both and I couldn’t help seeing the little thing Pauly wore over his pee-pee (yes I’d started calling it that as well). Dada Peak saw me looking and said that it was just a little plastic protector to keep his boy safe but I could see there was a small lock keeping it in place. He even asked if I wanted to try one but I nervously shook my head and no more was said. Once we were all dry and dressed (my clothes had all got a real soaking so I was only wearing a thick diaper) we had a fantastic meal , which was more like a party, all his stuffed animals were sat at the table and we chatted with them as we ate everything that Dada Peak had prepared. After that we were too stuffed to run around so after a bit of TV, and as it was getting late, were both given a bottle and put into separate cribs. I thought I wasn’t tired so was provided with some toys but pretty soon I fell asleep and had that awful dream. * I was worried about telling Gwyneth anything regarding my nightmare in case she was angry with me for using her laptop without permission but I thought Dada Peak might say something so I’d better mention it. As I began to tell her she said that Dada Peak had said something about me crying in my sleep but hadn’t told her what had caused it. He didn’t know but I explained it the best I could and where I’d seen the images. After I’d told her everything she had a frown on her face and was shaking her head in disapproval. “Well, perhaps that will teach a little boy for snooping around in things he shouldn’t.” “I’m sorry,” I said in a quiet chastened voice. I couldn’t face her reprimand just then so I looked at my empty bowl and hoped she wouldn’t be too angry at me. “I suppose that’s taught you a lesson…” I just nodded still not daring to look up. “Perhaps you’ll talk to me first before you go exploring?” Again I just nodded and wriggled uncomfortably in my rapidly flooding diaper. “OK,” she said getting up from the table, “I suppose no harm is done just a bit of a fright but,” and she was being quite intense, “there are people out there who are not nice to little boys like you and we have to be aware of them.” My body trembled at the thought and I messed as well as wet myself. Just as she was about to launch into further warnings I think the smell hit her and she just grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. “C’mon you stinky little tyke, I think we’d better get you changed.” She didn’t seem so mad now so I eagerly ran (quickly waddled) up the bathroom, un-popped the rubber pants, slipped down the diaper and rushed into the shower. * Back in my room Gwyneth had all the things ready except this time it was a pair of briefs, long pants, and a shirt and tie all of which I hadn’t worn for what seemed like ages. “We’re going to see Mr Benson so I don’t think your cartoon t-shirt and shorts are appropriate,” she said matter-of-factly. My bottom lip quivered a little as I didn’t want to wear big boys clothes, I liked my stuff, I even suggested the shortalls as they were fairly grown-up but she wouldn’t have it. I pleaded with her to let me wear a diaper at least and after some thought she agreed. She powdered and slipped me into a disposable then pulled it tightly into place. I asked her if I could wear the pink plastic pants as they would go with the tie she’d picked out for me to wear. A smile spread across her face as she reluctantly agreed. Soon I was a big boy on the outside but nice and little on the inside where my slightly padded and crinkly bottom meant I was at my happiest. * As we drove into town Gwyneth told me all the latest news… the main fact being that mom had been offered a position at a University in Korea and, as dad looked like he’d be almost permanently working there, she accepted the job. This meant that, for the near future, and possibly years, they would be living over there. In the meantime, my sister had agreed to house me because our big family house was going to be put up for sale. I was shocked and wondered how all this could happen without any reference to me but then I wiggled about in my thick diaper and realized the reason why. So, this was why we were going to see Mr Benson, to sort out all the legalities of the sale in my parent’s absence. Although I was in shock I was also pleased that I was at least going to be able to stay with Gwyneth, the last few weeks had been the best and I loved being with her. The trouble now was that I never wanted to be a big boy again, even for a couple of hours it was a strain and for some strange reason I began to sniffle, which quite unexpectedly turned into a huge tearful outburst. I couldn’t explain to her why I was in such a state although I suspect she thought the idea of not living at home, surrounded by my things was proving to be too traumatic. I’d just about cried myself out when we arrived at Mr Benson’s office. He was a very officious man and reminded me so much of dad that he quiet scared me. “Good morning Gwyneth,” and shook her hand. “Morning Benjamin,” and shook mine. I was very apprehensive about meeting him as I felt way out of my depth to form any sort of conversation so I just nodded as he offered us both a seat. * Gwyneth and he talked about the sale of the house and agreed that all the furniture was to be put into storage until they returned home. There was quite a bit more legal chatter but I’d tuned out and was counting the diplomas on the wall and then the number of people in the photographs that surrounded us. I wasn’t listening and would much rather have been with Teddy enjoying a roll around the rug in my bedroom. That’s what I was thinking about when I suddenly realized I was being spoken to. “Benjamin. Benjamin.” Mr Benson was looking at me. “Sorry,” I said as I came out of my happy revelry to see a very serious face. “Benjamin, your mother and father had wanted to be here for this but, well, it seems that’s impossible now.” He waved a sheet of paper in my direction. “You have reached the age of eighteen and… you are now legally entitled to a trust fund that was set up by your grandfather when you were born.” He waited until this news sunk in but it didn’t. I had no idea about a trust fund, no one had ever spoken about it and, more to the point, never knew my grandfather as he died when I was just a few months old… so why would he leave me such a thing? I think he could see that this news had come out of the blue and no one had prepared me to receive such information. I looked at Gwyneth for guidance. “Sorry Benjy… er Benjamin I’d forgotten all about it until mom reminded me last night. Whilst you were asleep mom called and told me about the job, dad, house and… well… your trust fund.” I still didn’t grasp what was going on but I knew I was anxious because I felt a spurt of pee fill the front of my diaper. Mr Benson took up the story. “Your paternal grandfather put money into a trust fund for both you and your sister; Gwyneth received hers on her eighteenth so now you also get yours.” He smiled, which looked strange on such a serious face. “You are now, thanks to some clever investments that he also tied in with the fund, worth approximately one point one million,” I think he was expecting some kind of reaction and when one didn’t come he persisted with the news. “Which makes you a very rich teenager.” Both he and Gwyneth were all smiles but all I did was fill my diaper even more. I couldn’t control the flow and I was so glad I’d asked for my pink protecting plastic pants. I still wasn’t completely aware of what all this meant other than they both appeared very happy with the news. Mr Benson pushed some papers my way for me to sign and before too long, and after another shake of hands, we were out in the street and on our way home. * As we aimed for the car Gwyneth could tell from my walk that I was probably wet but, as she hadn’t brought her normal changing bag, told me I’d have to wait until we got home. I didn’t mind although it did feel funny having an expanded diaper under my smart trousers and I began to giggle at the sensation. Back in the car and sitting in a squishy diaper I had to ask. “What just happened?” I was trying to weigh things up but it wasn’t making any sense. “You have inherited a fortune.” She was being serious. “But… erm… I don’t know… erm… but why… I haven’t done anything?” I was unsure how to react and it still seemed stupid that I should suddenly have money. “Because little bro… thankfully… someone thought ahead.” “But I don’t want all that money. What would I do with it?” I mumbled to myself. “I’m not clever like you so, maybe, you should have it.” She could see I was in turmoil and smiled and patted my leg. “Don’t worry about it for the time being, we can sort it out later. The only thing you need to think about is… you can be little for as long as you like now.” Despite the fact that I was dressed in big boy clothes it hadn’t occurred to me that I wouldn’t be able to return to being little. In such a relatively short time I’d got so used to the way things were and that I regarded being little as… well… me. It was normal and dressed as I was now was the strange thing. I was desperate to get back home, get out of my long pants, shirt and tie and get changed. Maybe Gwyneth would let me wear that nice green and pink onesie with the rocket on the front. * Once home I was in a hurry to race upstairs and change but Gwyneth called me back and made me sit at the table as she wanted to discuss things with me whilst I was still a ‘big boy’. “Sweetie, I need you to concentrate just for a little while, OK?” Despite my soggy diaper reminding me what I’d done in Mr Benson’s office I nodded as I could see she was serious. “You now have lots of money. Money you can do anything with but perhaps, thinking ahead, you can leave where it is and take some income from it.” She looked to see if I was clear about what she was saying but all I could think about was getting an electric train set and some more toys. I wanted to have some of the things Pauly had… and he had loads of stuff. I knew a million was a lot but the number simply didn’t mean anything to me. Although Gwyneth wanted me to think about the future, all I wanted to do was play and live right now. In the end I think Gwyneth knew she was making very little sense to me as I kept asking if I could now get this or that or something else, which she said I could if I wanted. The previous ‘happy’ look on her face changed to one of concern. She looked into my eyes and asked in a low voice. “Oh baby, you might not want to be little for ever. You might meet someone…” She was having problems and I didn’t understand why. We were going to be living together; she would take care of me, she would use the money as she saw fit, she would keep me… “Sweetheart, things might change…” I wriggled uncomfortable now in my soaked diaper thinking I needed that changing. “I want you to be happy but there are so many things I can see that might get in the way.” “The movie is going ahead and they want me around to advise but, as production doesn’t start for a few of months…” She sighed deeply and then held out her hand. “But, for the time being at least, let’s get you cleaned up and changed.” We walked to the stairs. “My baby brother is all that matters for the moment and he needs a new outfit.” I scrambled the last few stairs and ran to my room. I picked out the onesie as I was pulling down my long pants and shucking off my tie. “My you are keen.” She un-popped my plastic pants and opened up my wet diaper. I giggled as I lay there naked. Seconds later I was lotioned, powdered, diapered and in my brand new onesie. We looked in the mirror. Gwyneth held my hand and I felt the years roll away. I was safe and happy and I loved the reflection of the little boy who was looking so cute. I looked up at her and said: “Thank You Mommy”. ********************************************* The End
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  11. First, apologies for the downtime. The cornhive injection was a nasty bitch this time, and we eventually had to give up on finding it and do a roll-back to before it began. We are patching the server and plugging holes to try and prevent another attack; and will work to get things back to normal here as soon as possible. DailyDiapers is Mike As part of the destruction, my main account (Dailydi) is currently corrupted, and I don't feel comfortable attempting to fix it until we can be sure that the corruption is not the source of the injection. Therefore I am using this account for the moment. Feel free to throw me some pity likes as having no rep points or post counts gives me the sads! Lost Content: Content from 10/26-10/30 has been lost. This includes posts as well as memberships. So if you joined in the last week this is why you can't log-in. Please re-register. If you posted stories or topics during that time period, you will need to re-post them. Cut off Posts It appears this event has exposed a flaw in our server's backup process as it has truncated (cut short) long posts, affecting mostly the stories and role-play sections. We are working to correct this for the future, but are currently unsure if we will be able to fix the old posts unless we find a complete backup. Users are encouraged to edit their story posts to re-post the stories as the bug does not appear to affect new posts or editing of current posts. Chat Room I'm a bit stuck here, but examining options. We are testing the return of the arrowchat software on the chat tab and I have a Discord channel i set-up a while ago folks can join in the meantime: https://discord.gg/YcHG6FU My Family Adding to the difficulty is my family situation. For those who have not followed my posts on the main site: My father was recently diagnosed with severe emphysema (32% lung function left) and I am his main caregiver as my mother now also needs surgery this month. This is greatly cutting into the amount of time I have to be online; and when I am on it is usually to work on the issues in the background. I assure you that I, our "server guy" and the forum developers are all working to restore what can be restored and prevent future issues; but I simply can't be on the computer 24/7 right now to answer emails and posts asking the kind of questions I am attempting to address here. Please bare with me!
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  12. Listen as somebody whose father passed away from cancer I want you to take your time and enjoy all the time you can with your parents because you never know when the time will come when you will wake up one morning and they will not be there. So as a poster said above take care of your family first we will understand and dd will be waiting for you with open arms when you come back.
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  13. Take care of your family, Mikey. It's the most important.
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  14. Ok. I seem to have success. Boyhood's talk about silicon bending made me try something. Its in. Im completely incontinent and dripping away. It is a cross between cathdiap and loveable-guys designs. I took a silicon intermediate cath and basically over a very low cooker flame applied heat and bent. The first attempt i gave it to much and it melted so you need to only briefly hold in close to flame. Put it this way it was done be hand and did not burn myself so that quick. I thought it would spring back but with careful bending and not doing it to much at a time so as not to kink the tubing after cooling under tap it held its shape. I the used lovable guys idea with the white cap and fishing line. Result is a very soft and still flexible stent that goes in a treat. So far after a lie down, walking about and a trip to the supermarket there does not seem to be any movement. I will post a pic of it later when I take it out and update about movement.
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  15. Well, if you don't want to put diapers after orgasm, there is only one conclusion - this is how sexually appealing diapers are to you. For most people - I'll relate to men here, having an orgasm means losing interest in women's body and actually women overall - this is due to hormone changes, that ejaculation has caused. The difference between women and diapers is that, women are a human being and you are attracted to them on the level above just naked body, but the truth is, that their tits and booty is nowhere as tasty as it was before you have ejaculated, right? You lose interest in this matter - same thing is with diapers, yet you won't cuddle the diaper, talk with it and see a person you love - you just see a sexual object that turns you on. Same with women, just naked body is your sexual object as well, but apart from this you are attracted to her on human - human relation as well, so even though her naked body don't turn you on anymore, you are still in love with her - because of who she is, which is definitely not the case with diapers. Once your hormones levels are setting back, you are getting turned on by wearing them again. All there is to it really, humans are really simple existences, after all we are doing everything that nature has made us to do.
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  16. Diapers are a whole lot cheaper than any drug therapy to calm you, plus they can be bought legally without a script. If diapers calm you, then you should wear them as often as necessary, consider this entire post as a prescription to make you a healthier individual.
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  17. Diapers as a stress reliever is in my mind a very real thing, as back when I was in and out of diapers I was always stressed out and my wife could tell how stressed out I was, but when ever I wore diapers my stress was gone.
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  18. So you have come to hiding stories from me now. I accidentally stumbled upon this and thought it was fantastic. I also learned quite a bit more about fairies. I think the only two faries I have ever thought about were the tooth fairy (who Apparently knew little about) and Tinkerbell (again I know very little about).
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  19. I wear Dry 24/7 and hav never had a problem.
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  21. Minnesota here ...north metro Sent from my SM-G900T using Tapatalk
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