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Little Liar Part 1 Seven year-old Thomas Sebastian Turner thought he could get away with anything. He was the eldest child of Maria and Earnest Turner and brother to five year-old Mary and two year-old Carrie. From kindergarten onwards Thomas managed to successfully blame anyone and everyone else for his offences. Any mistake he made, item broken or tearful friend, he was always innocent, it had nothing to do with him. He would lie and lie until he convinced himself it was true. Even when caught out with his fibbing, still insisted he was telling the truth. His parents wondered if he knew what truth was. The family lived in a pleasant, inexpensive neighbourhood, in the Mid-west. Earnest worked as the finance director (accountant) for a group of local businesses, whilst Maria was a busy housewife, but had been a talented young seamstress before she married. They got by but there was never loads of spare cash, although they never went into debt either. Life, like the neighbourhood, was pleasant – they made no claims to being the cleverest people in the world, or to knowing anything about politics – The Turners, like the majority of locals, just got on with life as best they could. However, they had been on the net, discussed it with friends and neighbours, read articles in an effort to find a solution to Thomas’s ‘problem’. However, from all the conflicting advice they cobbled together a plan of their own to make their young son understand how his lying affected others and, more importantly, how it was going to affect him. # He’d woken up to a sunny morning as his mother gently shook him from a deep sleep where he’d dreamed he was playing with some of the colourful stars from his favourite TV show. Whilst he rubbed his eyes, she pulled back the covers, noticing as she did so the damp bedding and soaked jammy bottoms. Recently he’d begun to wet more often, not nightly but frequently enough that stricter action needed to be taken. Mary, his sister who he shared the bedroom with, had been potty trained for over a year and had not needed any night time protection since then. His baby sister Carrie was still in diapers day and night so for the eldest of the brood to still wet the bed was becoming a bit of a predicament. However, up until this point his loving parents had been understanding and just put up with the inconvenience because Thomas’s attitude was – it’s just a ‘bedtime accident’, which, ever since he was a toddler was what he’d called such occasional incidents. It was something he couldn’t lie about because it was there for all to see. None-the-less he thought of it as something that just happened naturally so therefore was nothing to do with him. These days he took no responsibility for getting to the bathroom at night. Mr and Mrs Turner had let him get away with it for far too long. They didn’t like confronting or even arguing with their children, in particular their independently minded son, so took the easy option. They came from a long line of very liberal parents who had decided that - a child needed to be given space, needed to find him or herself in their own time and on no account must they be challenged on that route to personal discovery. For Maria and Earnest that was now all a load of bunkum. So, from this day on his parents decided his and their own particular mind-set was no longer going to be appropriate. Young Thomas’s actions and bullying towards his younger sisters and others had been a belated ‘call-to-arms’ that they were about to respond to in a dramatic manner. Thankfully, the wet bed and soaked PJs gave them the perfect opportunity for putting their newly developed plan into action. Things were going to change for their damp little boy and change immediately. The plan had a few elements to it, and to be honest, neither parent was sure if any of them would work. However, they were desperate and hoped to get some response to their ideas. They were quite prepared for the tears, tantrums and drama that no doubt was about to follow. Adding to his mother’s determination about what was to happen was the fact that she noticed a teddy bear peeping out from under the clammy bedsheets. The very cuddly toy his two year-old sister had been crying for the night before because she couldn’t sleep without it. Thomas had sworn he knew nothing about its disappearance yet here it was now wet and as large as life. When his mother asked about it he still pleaded innocent to how it got into his bed, saying Carrie must have put it there. The sweet ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ look he gave her for a second put her off guard but the resolve returned and she knew he needed to learn not to lie. Thinking he’d fooled her, and that was the end of the inquisition, he quickly made his way to the bathroom to get cleaned up and ready for school. # It was the first day of a new term and Thomas was quite excited at seeing all his school friends again but his mother had been planning a surprise for when he wondered back to his bedroom still towelling off. As he returned he noticed that she had stripped the bed and a clear plastic sheet had been put over the mattress. Lying on top of that was a pile of items he couldn’t quite make out but to him looked very suspicious. One of Maria’s great joys was to make clothes for her children, which were often admired when they went out as a family. However, recently she had been busy designing and making a special new school uniform for her boy. She’d spent a few hours once the kids were asleep working away at this secret project, which she knew would be a surprise to Thomas. “We’re going to start this school term differently.” She said to her son as he hesitantly dried his thick brown hair, eyes focusing warily on why his mother should be there. He was a big boy and didn’t need her to dress him. “There’s a new uniform for you to wear but firstly, because you’ve been wetting the bed far too often recently, you’ll be wearing protection for the foreseeable future.” That information brought her carefree son to a sudden halt. He wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly or what it meant except, there was something about him having to wear ‘protection’ from now on. He noticed the folded disposable, the plastic pants and the baby powder lying on top of the pile of clothing and suddenly realised what exactly that did mean. He definitely wasn’t going to be doing that. “Mummy, I’m not Carrie, I can’t wear a diaper to bed… I’m not a...” his tears and anger came, “BABY” He screamed the final word and stomped off but his mother grabbed him and pulled him back towards the bed. “No sweetheart, you’ll not be wearing a diaper for bed.” She thought this might calm him down enough for her to deliver the sting in her plan. “You’ll be wearing one both night and day from now on.” She smoothed out the crinkly, plastic sheet covering the mattress and smiled at him. “We’ll make it thicker at night so…. if you use it… no harm will be done to your bedding.” # The tantrum and waterworks started immediately. He struggled out from his mother’s grip and stomped around his bedroom screeching at his mother that he shouldn’t (and wouldn’t) wear diapers at his age. This made Mary pay attention. She was used to tantrums and her brother getting his own way but this time mummy’s reactions were different, she spoke to him differently. ‘It wasn’t fair.’ ‘It wasn’t right’. ‘Only babies like Carrie wear diapers … he’d never wear them’. Thomas shouted and protested. As part of their (it had to be said), muddled plan, Thomas’s parents had hoped that by putting him back in a diaper full time would be a reminder that he’d been doing something he shouldn’t – bed-wetting. They hoped that by sporting a thick, babyish garment all day would make him think twice about his actions. They were also desperate for a quick turnaround to their son’s casual, disruptive ways. They worried that should it continue, in later life he might think his attitude was acceptable and find himself in a great deal of trouble. They had to do something now. He was very forceful in his childish arguments but for the first time his normally compliant parents had said “NO” and he’d met an implacable barrier to his normally indulged self. His father came in to the room and told his son to stop all the nonsense and behave. Hoping it was just his mother wanting to put him in diapers he ran and hugged his daddy, claiming his mummy was being unfair. He was a big boy and didn’t need to wear such babyish things. “OK Tommy, did you wet the bed?” His daddy asked as his son tried his best, ‘innocent little boy’ look. Thomas was none too happy admitting to anything but also knew it was something he couldn’t deny. However, he didn’t see Mary looking on so, albeit reluctantly, nodded to his daddy’s question. “Well, what do we do with Carrie when she wets?” Over the years Thomas had seen both his sisters being changed, so diapers, disposables, plastic pants, baby stuff had always been a huge part of the things lying around their home, but this was different. “But daddy,” he snivelled, “I don’t wet in the day… just… sometimes at night.” “Yes that’s true… and we’ve let it go but… you seem to be getting worse and we need you to be aware of the consequences and a diaper will be a constant reminder.” His daddy continued and hoped his son would see this as positive, even though in his own mind he wasn’t really convinced. This plan of theirs was a very piecemeal affair – it took from a host of different opinions, some more reputable than others, and they weren’t sure if any of it would really work. However, they had made the decision to act, so that was what they were doing, and hopefully they’d muddle through to some kind of success. Thomas wasn’t sure what consequences meant but it didn’t sound like daddy had much sympathy so that angered and frustrated him. “The good thing for you is, well, whilst you’re wearing a diaper, er, erm, you’ll get to use it, so, officially, no more accidents because you’ll have all the protection needed.” Earnest was really out of his depth but hoped that something, anything might work and he wanted to be positive and give this course of action a chance. The outburst followed but Mary witnessed something she’d never ever seen in their home before. Fury seethed within Thomas but a quick smack from his mother to his naked little bottom made him stop. This was another part of their plan - a short, sharp shock. They thought that a smack to his bottom might be another thing that would make him re-think his attitude and hoped that he’d be so stunned, the result would be instant. However, neither parent liked the idea of such a punishment and hoped the shock element would be the deciding factor rather than resorting to spanking their son on a regular basis. # Thomas had never ever been spanked before and was stunned. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. It didn’t particularly hurt but there was something in the delivery that meant things had changed and the only way he knew how to deal with that was by crying. He hoped his wailing would gain him some consideration, some sympathy. He wanted them to feel bad about smacking him but it didn’t work. His mother just carried on with hardly any break in the proceedings. Mary watched stunned as her older brother was reduced to a naked bawling baby and in truth trembled hoping that it wouldn’t happen to her. Although, at the same time, silently happy to see her unpleasant brother get his just deserts. This was an awful lot for the seven year-old to take in but with both his parents joining forces and acting as one there was little alternative. Thomas’s uncooperative wriggling and kicking was no match to stop his mother from powdering her boy and taping him into his first disposable diaper in over four years. The incensed wail and stubborn wriggle was being ignored and forcefully subdued. Even his mother’s gentle hand smoothing in creams and powder had been no consolation to the shame of being forced into a diaper at his age. It wasn’t easy but once it was done he did look a lot younger than his seven years. Perhaps, Maria hoped (and there was an awful lot of hope going on in their plan), this alone would make him behave. His young mind couldn’t cope with what was happening but even he could see the silliness of what they were doing. They wanted him to be more grown-up but they put him a disposable and expected him to use it. Why? It was different at night, he didn’t know he was wetting the bed but during the day, he had no trouble making it to the boy’s room. The disposable was a bright yellow colourful affair with blue cartoon character markers that appeared when the item was wet. So, whilst he lay sobbing his mother took advantage of his wriggling hips, which helped slip up a pair of matching slick yellow vinyl pants, she wanted to make sure he was completely waterproof. The thing was, seeing her son like this Maria caught a glimpse of her sweet innocent little baby and not the unholy terror he’d become. His ineffective stamping about and forced crying for some hoped for loving attention would normally have brought out her mothering ways and engulfed him in hugs and kisses. She knew she’d have to see this plan through or at least give it a chance if there was any hope of getting him to at least try to alter his ways. Tommy was terrified of going to school in such protection and protested throughout the entire procedure. He was mortified that he was now wearing such padding and looked like a taller version of Carrie. However, it wasn’t quite as bulky as his baby sister’s, although far more cumbersome than the Thomas the Tank Engine briefs he normally wore. His verbal and emotional protests were ignored by mummy as she simply made sure everything fitted him well. She thought he looked wonderful standing, albeit reluctantly, in front of her dressed as he was. It brought back happy memories of when Thomas was less trouble, more compliant and much easier to take care of. Indeed, Maria was a mother who loved and indulged her children. In years gone by she would have been dubbed an airhead or hippy but she wasn’t really. She adored having babies and wanted nothing more than to love and be loved by her three youngsters. Meanwhile, Mary popped her head round the door and saw her older, tear-streaked brother, being hugged by mummy, wearing babyish plastic pants and smiled. “Tommy looks like Carrie.” She smirked as her words had the desired effect and his face once again creased in total misery. This set him off even more hating her, hating his mother, hating his father … but his parents had further surprises in store for their little liar. Although he looked pretty cute standing there in just his protection mummy fed his arms into his new school uniform; a yellow shirt, loose red shorts with suspenders, a big blue bow and brown shoes. Where this idea had sprung from Maria wasn’t sure but at some point, when they were discussing Thomas’s lying, a reference had been made to a particularly famous childish liar and from that seed had grown into this part of the plan. To be continued… *

The latest in the Danny saga is now available EXCLUSIVELY on Patreon for everyone pledging $10 or more. It's Danny's 16th birthday and instead of happily heading to adulthood he finds himself feeling rather melancholy. Will his old friend coming to babysit him raise his spirits? A big thank you to all my Patrons: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Lena S, Tsidt, Scy T, 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, Guilyn, Miguel A, James B, A Random Patreon, Eric C, Ben R, C Dom, Lin J, Ben F, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Scott S. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 The below is an excerpt from the new story. The full 7,000+ word story is available on Patreon --- Danny climbed to his feet as Charlotte pulled out the high chair from the table. His diaper drooped slightly as he waddled across to the room and jumped up into the seat. He blushed as Charlotte looked at the restraints on the chair. “What are these for?” Charlotte asked curiously as she fiddled with one of the leather cuffs. “Erm, they are for when I’m… Naughty.” Danny said as he bowed his head in shame. “I don’t think we need these tonight.” Charlotte replied after a moment, “You’re being a very good boy for me!” Danny smiled a little despite himself and watched as Charlotte walked out into the kitchen. Almost the moment she disappeared through the doorway a cramp hit Danny that ended any speculation of whether he needed the bathroom or not. It passed quite quickly though and Danny soon felt like he had everything under control again. It wasn’t a moment too soon either as Charlotte came back a minute later with a bowl of steaming baby food. It looked unappetising and from previous meals he knew it would be very bland. The cold bottle of milk was a plus though, it would wash the taste away. “Your mommy said I have to feed you. She left this in the fridge, I just gave it a quick buzz I the microwave.” Charlotte said with a slight pinkish hue to her cheeks, “I won’t make a big deal out of it though, OK?” Danny nodded as Charlotte drew a chair up next to the high chair and loaded up a spoonful of the tasteless mush. She brought it up to Danny’s lips and allowed the teenager to swallow it down. “I told my boyfriend I was babysitting tonight and he really wanted to come.” Charlotte said as she dipped the spoon back in the bowl, “I said he couldn’t because you mom didn’t want any boys over.” Danny spluttered a little bit. Partially because the idea of Charlotte’s boyfriend being there was horrifying and partially because she had a boyfriend in the first place. “Oh, I didn’t tell you about Jack…” Charlotte said as she paused briefly she looked up at the ceiling in thought, “Me and him have been seeing each other for a few months. Think it might be getting serious. I forget that you aren’t on all the social media sites where I spam everyone with pictures of me and Jack together!” Yet again Danny felt the familiar stab of jealousy. This was just another thing he could never experience, he had never had a girlfriend and would likely never have one. His childish crush on Charlotte was about as far as he could ever expect to go. Why would anyone give a second look to a big baby like him? Danny felt upset that the girl he had a crush on had a boyfriend. He knew he never stood a chance with her but it hurt to know that she was experiencing life whilst he was experiencing nothing at all. “He drove me here tonight. I’m still getting driving lessons and he won’t let me drive his car!” Charlotte continued. She was blissfully unaware of the pain and embarrassment her words caused, “Don’t worry though. He thinks you are just a baby not a teenager.” The hits just kept on coming. Driving was another thing Danny was unlikely to experience, another reminder that he was missing out on all the rites of passage for most people his age. The fact that Charlotte’s boyfriend thought he was a real baby didn’t help his fragile emotional state either. Danny mechanically opened and closed his mouth as Charlotte talked to him about her life. It was really hitting home how much he was missing as she talked about her job and friends. Charlotte talked about a holiday to Europe she was planning, friends she would stay with and places she would see. “Of course, this all depends on if I get into college.” Charlotte said as she scraped the last of the baby food on to the spoon, “My parents will only pay for this stuff if I get in.” The biggest indication of becoming an adult there was. Whilst Danny sat in his wet diapers and played with building blocks, Charlotte and everyone else their age was starting to plan for college, for careers and for life. “Here, whilst I clean up this bowl and stuff you can drink your bottle.” Charlotte said as she stood up, “Can you do that yourself?” Danny nodded his head. He couldn’t speak with vocal chords tightened from shame. But he was pleased that he would at least get the responsibility for holding his own bottle and drinking the milk himself. Danny lifted the drinking vessel up and started sucking down the cool milk. He was pleased to wash the taste of the food out of his mouth but he felt terrible about how this night had gone. It was as if Charlotte had been sent here just to let Danny know about everything he was missing out on. When Danny had finished his bottle, Charlotte lifted up his tray and allowed Danny to jump down. Danny slid of the chair with a crinkle and felt gravity pull down his diaper. It was getting soaked and he wondered if Charlotte realised that he would never make it through the night without leaking if left like this. There was likely no way a change could be avoided. “How about we watch some cartoons?” Charlotte suggested as she started heading into the living room. Danny took a couple of steps and immediately felt a new problem. His bowels cramped up again and he bent over as he tried to keep from messing his pants. He knew it was only a matter of time now, any vague hope of holding it until the morning was gone. This cramp wasn’t passing like the others had and an irresistible pressure was slowly building in Danny’s bowels. “What’s the matter?” Charlotte asked with concern. She rushed forwards and leaned down next to Danny. Her genuine concern made Danny forget about a lot of his negative feelings, despite everything she clearly cared for him. “Poopy!” Danny gasped, “I need to go poopy!”

im real happy i joined your patreon. love your stories

I always like hearing forced into diapers stories.

My wife knew about my diapers before we married, she knew about them while we dated, we lived together a year before we married, in that time I told her why I wore diapers and how I wanted to actually need to wear diapers due to uncontrolled wetting. She was very supportive of this and even encouraged me to wear diapers 24/7. It was only after we married that I started wearing 24/7 and wetting only in my diaper. My wife would wear a diaper every once and a while but never really enjoyed it and I told her she did not have to wear a diaper if she did not like it. It was with her insisting and encouraging that I started messing my diaper also and soon after I started messing my diaper daily she tossed out all my adult underwear and told me it was only diapers from now on, I happily agreed to this as it was what I was wanting for a long time and now I finally could wear diapers 24/7 and wet and mess my diaper without worry of upsetting my wife. The longer I wore diapers the more I begain to need to wear diapers and after a couple of years I actually needed diapers, this was noticed by my wife and she asked me if I was happy now that I needed to wear diapers, I told her I was very happy I now needed to wear a diaper and she said that she was also happy I now needed to be in diapers also.

As a fellow female little, it's super important to know hip size vs waist, especially with female sizing. In my experience, if I can fit my hips into a diaper, I can tape tighter to compensate for the waist This is of course, assuming that my waist size is smaller than my hips. All diapers have a slightly different sizing to them. I'm mediums in most, but not all popular AB diapers. I don't wear clothing on even numbers yet: I'm in petite/teen sizes, but I am a size 5. Size 5-7 teen sizes seems to be approximately 36in hips, but I wouldn't use my sizing as law. (especially since I have a 26in waist that throws everything off!)

Looks cool and easy! I expect it uses the Mac and Cheese mix. With me I'm not a big mac and cheese guy, but when I do I like the Velveta with the separate cheese pouch better. It's more creamy and I don't care for dry mac and cheese.

Hi Richie, I'm just in Hampshire here in Andover. If you actually want to met people and attend events I can strongly recommend Fetlife as having an active ABDL community - it's dedicated events listing system being a major point. Anyhow, welcome! I'd advise if you do want to make connections you turn up to events and met people face to face - online is one thing but actually meeting people changes things. I'm happy to chat here and recommend events I attend (and even ones I don't) as I recall how nervous I was going to my first event. I nearly backed out. But I will assure you that each event you go to is easier than the last. Frankie

Just now. Ate a huge breakfast and just finished up with two cups of coffee. I thought I'd do the dishes, when the urge just hit me. Now I've retreated to my computer and the second I sat down I felt the mess squish all the way forward and back in my Preschool Diaper! I'm really starting to like ABU.

Pt2 Saturday morning I was a bit subdued, I knew that the following few hours would change my life forever. I’d spent half a year avoiding spending any time alone in Lola’s company and now it was going to be a daily occurrence. I knew the knock on the door was coming but it did nt stop me from jumping out of my skin. After a brief hello I went to help unload the small van outside. Lola did nt have much apart from a lot of suitcases and a few ornaments, but then what more did she need? She was joining us in the marital home, sleeping in the guest bedroom with the on suite bathroom and our home was fully furnished. Once Lola’s bits were placed in her room Poppy suggested we all sit down in the lounge and discuss how this was going to work. “So welcome Lola” Poppy started “I’m happy to have you here, we are both here to help you with the baby when he or she arrives and up until that point can assist you in any way you need.” Poppy looked at me and I nodded my head in agreement. “Thanks Sweetie” Lola replied, “It’s fantastic to be able to share this with you and hopefully we can take the next three months preparing for the tough job of looking after a helpless baby” Poppy who was sat next to me on the bigger of the two sofas turned her body towards me and reached for my hand. “Dan, this will be the first baby that myself and Lola have ever taken charge of, we’ve talked a lot about the worries we have regarding the task ahead and have come up with a plan that you can help us with” I could see Lola grin and a shiver crept down my spine. “Have you heard the phrase ‘practice makes perfect?’ Lola asked. Of course I had, and nodded my head silently. “Well” continued Poppy “our idea is that we have a guinea pig to practice our mothering skills on” “There are a lot of things we need to learn and having someone to try things with will help with the new born” Lola added with a grin Poppy gripped my hand tighter “ this is where you come in Dan” A quizzical Look must have come across my face “You want me to go buy a child’s baby doll to work with?” “No Dan” Poppy interrupted “A doll is just not life like enough” Lola smiled again “we need something more closer to the real thing, something that will eat, sleep and generally be as much like a baby as we can” Now I don’t consider myself slow on the uptake but I still could nt see where the conversation was going. “Short of a quick fostering I’m not sure what we can do” “There is another way” Poppy answered With my brain still not in gear I stood up “if your considering kidnapping a baby I’m sorry I’ll have no part in that” Both the ladies laughed. Poppy beckoned me to sit down and held my hand again. “Don’t be silly Dan, we’ll do nothing illegal” “I’ve, well we’ve decided that you’re going to be our baby” As a confused look crossed my face Lola got up and made the short journey to sit the other side of me on the sofa. “You see, your baby is going to get the best care ever and the reason that is is because I’ll be a fully practiced mother” “Three or so months of taking care of you will make me so” I still had so many questions on how they expected a grown man could help the both of them prepare for an infant but Poppy then Lola both got up and requested I stand too. “I’m sure you have many queries of how this is going to work” Poppy said obviously reading my confused face. “ Come with us upstairs” Lola interjected “over the last fortnight your wife and I have been working on a rule list, let’s go to the small bedroom together where we can explain everything”

Hi and welcome Baby Richie. Glad to have you here with us, always nice to meet new toddlers here. So, pull up a highchair, clime in (carefully!), don’t forget your favorite bottle, and join the fun.

Exactly the kind of publicity this community DOESN'T need

Welcome i am sure you will meet many friends on here. I hope you can just be your little self here and feel comfortable