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I won't let it until it is over. Thank you "Someone has earned their dessert tonight. Now, does baby need his baba?"My eyes grew wide as I knew what that normally meant and got very excited. I really wanted to have a bottle and couldn’t wait to taste more of the delicious milk. You buttoned up my onesie and patted my padded, still erect penis and stood up.As you arose, the other girls all came over to lift me upwards. I could feel that I was a bit off balance on my feet, but with Brittany and heather on either side of me, I was fine. It was Riley I was more concerned about as she stood behind us and patted, pinched, and prodded my butt. I liked the attention, but she seemed to like doing this more than I anticipated anyone would.I was lead onto the couch and laid down, my head resting against the armrest, while my feet were pressed against the other, pushing my knees upwards and towards my hips. I was used to similar positions, as you had me in them several times before, so this wasn’t uncomfortable. You walked towards me afterwards, showing off the bottle in your hand.I reached upwards and grabbed at the air in the direction of the bottle, earning a giggle from you and laughter from the other girls in the room. Too excited and on edge, I barely took notice of them. All I wanted was you to feed me. Fortunately, you weren’t going to make me wait very long.“What’s the magic words, sweaty?” I knew this. You always had these small indications of what you wanted and I had learned your queues.“I want my baba, mommy. Pwease!” I said, smiling widely and grabbing towards you again. The laughter in the room increased, but you just smiled wider, the warmth in your eyes melting away any shortcomings I had. I trusted you and I was beginning to feel more comfortable with the girls here. I wanted to be your baby and for you to show me off.Leaning over, you placed the bottle on the end table. I moaned, wanting to taste it soon, but you moved over, grabbed either side of my head and kissed me. My moan turned to a sigh in your mouth and my arms sank to either side of my body.Pulling away from the kiss, you also move my body upwards so that I am sitting up. You sit down behind me and then begin to lay me back down onto your lap, making sure that my arm is moved to wrap around your waist so as not to hurt either of us. Gently, the bottle was placed onto my lips.I suck the milk into my mouth like a man dying of thirst. I was ready for it and I was so excited for mommy to know how much I wanted it. The taste, after everything that had happened, was amazing. The wonderful flavours flowing onto my tongue and filling up my tummy were sensational.The others laughing had stopped by this point. I hadn’t noticed before, but it suddenly occurred to me. I turned to look at them and noticed their reactions were very different from each other.Heather sat closest to us, moving a chair to place herself near to my feet. She rested her elbows on her knees, placing her chin on her hands and staring intently. She looked excited and happy. The smile she was giving me looked similar to yours: warm and elated, like she really was caring.Riley sat on the edge of the table closest to us, barely a foot between her and I. She gave the same predatory look she kept flashing my way. She was definitely turned on. If it weren’t for all of the babying going on, she probably would have tried to take me in some way. Behind that, however, I could tell that she was having a lot of fun with everything that was happening.Brittany was the only expression I had difficulty reading. While she stood behind the others, she stared intently at us, obviously interested in what was going on, but she kept looking at my diaper and the bottle as well. Combine that with how she was poking the diaper through the onesie before and I could have sworn that she seemed to be interested in more than just having a big baby like me. As our eyes met, she licked her lips lightly and brought her hand up to her mouth, moaning softly as she bit her knuckle.‘I should really ask if she wants to have a playdate.’ I thought to myself.Suddenly, I was pulled back to you as you ran your hand through my hair. I looked into your eyes and I saw the same, gorgeous, warm and caring smile I had grown to love. I smiled back around the bottle and nuzzled my head backwards into your hand.I feel the bottle slowly start to run out of milk. I moan, still feeling hungry and wanting more, but the bottle runs dry. You start to pull it away, but I can tell this isn’t enough. “Mommy.” I say, the need in my voice raising it an octave. “I want more milky.”The cooing of the guests fills the air. You smile down at me wider before kissing my forehead. “It’s ok, my little boy. You can have more. Do you want it warm?” My eyes alight as you make this suggestion and I nod my head excitedly. You giggle softly at my enthusiasm. “Brittany, there are more bottles in the fridge. Can you warm one up for the hungry little guy?”Brittany nods, pulling her hand away from her mouth and begins to turn around when I speak up. “Um, can I not have a baba anymore? Can I have...a drink?”The others look at us with confusion at this. You just smile down and give a small sigh. “You are a very greedy baby. You are also my special little boy, so I think you can for now.” With that you pull of your top. The others all know what’s going on now.“Oh!” Brittany states, her hand resuming its former position.“Mmm.” Moans Heather, leaning forward and moving her hands to grip her knees.“You two are so hot right now.” Riley whispers, nipples erect inside of her top. She must have a very soft bra on.Your breasts are freed completely as you remove your bra. The glorious D-cups that I have grown to love so much are in front of my face again. I lean upwards for just a moment, the excitement taking me, but I know that I need to be patient. I rest back on your hand and let whatever you want happen.“Hehe,” you laugh, softly, “Someone’s excited, isn’t he? That’s my good boy.” With that, you bring your right hand to my cheek and guide my mouth to your nipple.Gently, I lick your areola and nipple, eliciting a moan from you in pleasure. I can’t handle too much teasing, so I wrap my mouth around the area I just moistened and gently nibbled on it a few times before I began to suckle and was rewarded with the greatest treat of all.As the immaculate flavour begins to pour into my awaiting mouth, both of us moan together. The sensation of drinking from you combined with the intimate way you held me and the sweet drink I was swallowing was relaxing and exciting all at once. I savoured as much as I could while still making sure to stimulate and swallow.You regained your awareness quicker then me and looked at the others, watching as they were enraptured with the display we presented. Your eyes were heavy, but you still gave them the same smile you had given me, warm and caring with a hint of sultry. Moaning again, you spoke up. “Mmmm, good boy. Drink all you want. Mommy has plenty to make you happy.”The girls gawked for a few minutes, the only noises being the gentle suckling and your pleasured moans. Finally, Riley spoke up. “Damn, girl. That is so hot. I need to have something soon.”You laughed slightly, not able to muster much as your nerves were exploding in pleasure. Catching your breath, you began to speak. “He is so good and I love doing this for him. It helps us both to relax and connect.” You adjusted your arms, cradling my head and shoulders in your left arm like I were a small child, and moving your right arm to rub my tummy gently.I sighed into your boob again before realizing how every sensation had effected my body. My erection was dying down, no longer tenting the diaper at this moment and I could tell that I needed to go to the potty. There wasn’t any pain, just pressure as I could feel that I was going to use my diaper before we were done. Seeing no alternative, and not wanting to move, I let it all go and used my diaper for the second time in front of these women.The noise of my fluid being expelled filed the air and all of the women noticed. You were the only one who commented, though. “Oh my. Baby boy just got so happy he messed his diapee. What a good boy.” With that, you moved your hand over my semi-hard, diaper clad penis and began to rub it.You had never stroked me like this while I was wetting before and I had a strange combination of feelings. On the one hand, I felt incredibly sensitive to the touch and could feel myself almost vibrating from the pleasurable stimulus. On the other, I was still urinating and it made my cock feel relaxed, almost like you were giving me a massage and allowing all of the built up pressure to release. The gradual decline of the pee stream slowed eventually, almost matching perfectly with your right breast emptying of milk, and I released my mouth, panting.You looked down at me, still stroking me through the diaper, and smiled again. I was adjusted on your arm and was aligned with the other breast. I took the hint and latched on, quickly resuming my duty of emptying you.I became lost in the twin pleasures. The stimulus of being jerked off into my wet diaper combined with the delectable taste of the milk was making my mind go numb and I slowly lost my awareness of the world around me. Preoccupied, the world moved without my knowledge until I could feel my erection returning to full mast.The continuing ministrations on my manhood began to take its effects. I gazed upwards at your loving eyes and saw the same flirty spirit in them I had seen many times before. It was finally time.“Oh, my precious little boy is so happy. Is he about to make a messy in his diapee? I think he is. Does he want mommy to make him cum all over his wet diapee? Yes, he does. Does he want mommy’s friends to watch him putting on a show for them? Do you, baby?”I lazily glanced back at the guests I had forgotten about. My haze of pleasure was still on me and all I could think about was making everyone happy. They were all looking expectantly, but I couldn’t hold onto the feature of anyone except for you. My eyes drifted back to yours and I nodded.We both sensed that you were out of milk and you relaxed your arm, letting my head rest on the inside of your elbow. I breathed heavily, still reeling from the entire situation, but these breaths were soon replaced by moans. I was moaning loudly and high pitched, almost a small mewl escaping my lips each time. This spurred you on and you increased the frequency of your stroking and squeezing.My whimpers became higher and higher in pitch as the build up inside of me became more than I could handle. I writhed in your arms, arching my back and gripping the couch as the pressure arose inside of me. Finally, my orgasm came, my eyes closed tightly, and I nearly silently cried out from the feeling.I slumped backwards into the comfort of you, my eyes still shut and my diaper beginning to fill with my deposit. You continued to stroke my cock as the orgasm went on, trying to milk all of the cum from it just as I had milked your breasts. My haggard breathing filled the room as the diaper crinkle very slowly began to come to an end.Having satisfied yourself, you pulled your hand away from my waist protection and started stroking my face. I opened my eyes to look and saw the most loving look in the world as you beamed down at me, before kissing my forehead.“My boy, you were amazing. Such a good little boy you are. You gave mommy such a good time.” You pulled me back into your chest, hugging me tightly into your cleavage and kissing my ruffled hair as I kissed you on the sternum. “Someone made quite a big messy in their diapee, though. You need another changing.” You began to stand, taking me with you as you did and walked me back over to the changing pad, placing me down on my back. Winking back down at me, you turned around and addressed the women in the room with us.“Ladies, tonight has been a lot of fun, but I really need a second to go clean myself up. Would you all mind watching my little guy for me? He really needs to be changed, the little stinker, but he also needs someone to make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble. Is that ok with you all? I won’t be gone for long, but I’m sure you can keep entertained.”The three all nodded, Riley licked her lips again, Brittany looked like she was almost as hazy as I was, and Heather was already moving around the table towards me. You winked at me and began leaving the room. Just before leaving, you gave one last direction. “Behave yourself. Your sitters know what’s best for you, so make sure that you listen to them and do whatever they say like you would for me. I know how much my baby wanted to have a playdate with other pretty girls, so I know I can trust you to be nice.” With that, you left the room.Suddenly, I was left alone with these three women who I had just met today and knew that I wanted and needed to do whatever they said.

Kevin’s eyes fluttered open, slowing waking from his nap on the couch. The sound of rain made that harder, considering that was the sound he would turn on his white noise machine to fall asleep at night. But wait, he hadn’t turned on his white noise machine. Where was that rain noise coming from? He slowly sat up, wiped the sleep from his eyes, and rested his body against the top of the sofa. Rain came down from the sky and lashed the windows. It wasn’t a hard rain, but just enough to ruin his plans for the day. “Darn it!” the 20 year old shouted, the implications of this rain storm just now hitting. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked as he walked into the living room from the kitchen. He used the dish towel over his shoulder to dry his hands from the dishes he just washed. “Look outside daddy, it’s raining” Kevin answered, sounding dejected. He didn’t even look back at his boyfriend, just staring out the window and silently cursing the rain. “Yeah, I know buddy. What’s wrong with that?” he asked back, already knowing the answer. He often asked those type of questions and allowed Kevin to answer. Jason knew things like that were subtle ways to slip his little boy further into little space. “What’s wrong with that?!?!” Kevin asked, flabbergasted. Did daddy really forget our plans today? “We were gonna go to the park today and now our day is ruined…” As 26 year old Jason slowly walked up to where his Kevin was in front of the window, he made sure to give his bottom a couple pats, which were followed by a couple not so subtle crinkles. With his baby boy only wearing his thick diaper, there was nothing to quiet the plastic backed padding. “Our day is not ruined buddy, we can find lots of other stuff to do. How about we play a board game?” “No, that sounds boring” Kevin pouted, slipping around and flopping on his padded tushy with his arms crossed. He wanted to go to the park and that’s it. “What about a puzzle? Maybe some coloring? A Disney movie marathon with yummy popcorn perhaps?” Jason just wanted to throw as many ideas out as possible in case something sounded interesting. “NO, I WANNA GO TO THE PARK!” Kevin screamed, looking daddy straight in the face. “Well, looks like I know what you are going to be doing. Writing lines” Jason told him, meeting his gaze. Kevin just realized what he did. “No daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you!” “Well, you did buddy. It’s either you can write some lines or daddy will take you over his knee and spank your butt until it hurts to sit” Jason used a tone he knew sent shivers up his boyfriend’s spine. He know there was nothing he could do. Kevin stood up silently and waddled his way into the kitchen. Just before he sat down, he felt Jason grab his shoulder followed by 2 fingers entered the leg band of his diaper. “All dry...for now” he announced as he removed his fingers and gave the bulky padding between Kevin’s legs a squeeze just to make sure. Even though he was not happy with his baby boy, that doesn’t mean he had to neglect his daddy duties. Once Kevin sat down, Jason walked over to their junk cupboard and pulled out a notebook and a pen. Putting them down in front of the 20 year old, he pulled out his daddy voice and told Kevin “I want you to write ‘I will not yell at daddy’ 50 times and then we can figure out what to do with the rest of our day.” Kevin really wanted to argue, but knew that lines were better than spankings. Daddy had such hard swats that really hurt even when he spanked him with his diaper on. Lines were boring, but they didn’t hurt. Jason headed back into the living room, leaving his little guy to do his punishment in peace. Walking over to the closet, he reached into the back. Wiggling his arm around a bit, he was able to find what he was looking for. Once he brought it into his sight, he smiled and whispered “perfect” to himself. After 15 minutes of tidying the house, making his bed, and just doing small chores, Jason headed back to the kitchen to check on Kevin’s progress. Just as he walked in, his little man was putting the finishing touches on the last line. “Done daddy” he said, pulling his face from the paper to reveal a big smile. No matter how mad he was at daddy for not being able to go to the park today, he still loved him lots and lots. There is no way he could stay mad at him. Walking over to take a peek at the lines, Jason was satisfied. He wanted to look his baby in the eyes, so he got down on one knee next to the chair. “Do you know why daddy made you write lines?” “Because I yelled at you daddy. I’m sorry” Kevin gave a heartfelt apology as he even felt a tear roll down his cheek. Daddy took his thumb and wiped the tear off his face. “I know you are baby boy. It’s just sometimes you get a little too angry and daddy doesn’t want that. I just want to see you as a happy baby. You know daddy still loves you right? There is nothing you could do to make me stop loving you.” “I know daddy” he responded by wrapping his arms around his boyfriend in a bear hug. Kevin loved his daddy so much and couldn’t imagine his life without. Most people met through mutual friends and dating apps, but him and daddy met on Fetlife 2 years. Every day since has been an amazing adventure he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Once he could feel Kevin’s grip tighten, Jason moved a little back and gave his prince a smile. “Guess what? I found something we could do for fun today” he felt pretty confident his little boy would love his plan. With his smile only growing bigger, he could barely contain his excitement. “Really daddy, what is it?” “I think we should go outside and place” he said, noticing the a quizzical look starting to form on Kevin’s face. “But it’s still raining” the diaper clad adult said as he turned his head, looking at the window to make sure he was correct. Yup, still coming down. “I know buddy, why don’t you head into the living room and see what’s waiting there” Jason said, almost guiding his baby boy with his hand. Once Kevin turned the corner, he toddled over to what was laying on the couch: a baby blue rain poncho. It had been forever since he had worn this thing. Slipping it over his head, the bottom of the garment fell to his knees. It then clicked in his head. “Are we gonna go splash in the puddles?!?” “Bingo” was all that Jason needed to say as he reached into the closet and grabbed an umbrella. “Are you ready to play?” he asked, smiling as the big toddler nodded and bounced from one foot to the other. “Alright, let’s go” Jason said as he opened the door. Kevin sprinted out the door like the Flash. A crinkling Flash, but as fast as him nonetheless. Once he got to the driveway, however, he stopped in his tracks. Kevin scanned the area, trying to find the biggest puddle to splash in first. Looking left then right, he zeroed in on a massive puddle by the curb at the bottom of the driveway. As Kevin hurried to the curb, Jason just smiled at the carefree nature of the 20 year old in front of him. That little boy didn’t care about anything at this moment besides the puddle. Not that it was raining, not that he had nothing but a flapping rain poncho covering a thick diaper decorated with baby blocks and toy cars, nothing. All he wanted to do was splash in that puddle. Waddling as fast as his bulky padding would allow, he made his way towards the puddle. “Liftoff in 3...2...1…” he yelled, followed by “blastoff!” as Kevin hopped in the air and landed in the puddle with his bare feet. He swore the splash that he made was almost as tall as he was! This was so much more fun than the park. Thank goodness it decided to rain today. Jacob kept a close eye on his little man as he skipped up and down the curb, making a big splash with every landing. It looked like he was having the time of his life and the man Kevin called daddy wanted to do nothing to get in the way. Toddlers can be little balls of energy and his was no exception, just a little scaled up. After a little while, however, splashing in the same spots got boring to Kevin. “Daddy, can we go to the backyard and see if there are any big puddles there?” he asked, figured it would be fine. “Sure buddy, let’s go” he answered, taking the soaking wet hand of his little one. Once they got to the back, Jason smiled as there tons of new spots for his little guy to play. Before he let him go however, daddy made sure to grab the neckline of Kevin’s poncho and pulling it over his head, leaving him in just his diaper. Since they had a fenced in backyard, Kevin had been in just his babyish underwear multiple times back here with no worries. Plus, Jason just thought Kevin looked adorable waddling around in nothing but a diaper. With a pat on his baby boy’s puffy butt, he told him to go play and have fun. Kevin headed into the yard and did exactly what he did in the front yard, but this time with renewed vigor due to the change of venue. He giggled as he could feel his diaper slowly getting soggier and soggier due to the rain rolling down his body and past his waistband. He didn’t care. Soggy diapers were for daddies to worry about. Just as Jason was pulling out his phone to send off a quick text, his eyes caught Kevin falling. He must have been running to fast and lost control. It seemed to happen in slow motion as he his little man slip and fall, butt first, into the puddle. A massive splash followed, but he imagined those were not the only waterworks coming. Once Kevin had landed on the ground, the tears almost immediately followed. “Daddy!” he called out, not caring who heard. He just wanted his daddy to make everything better. He could feel the puddle water gushing past the lag gathers and making his diaper swell, but he didn't care. He wasn’t doing anything without his daddy next to him. Jason hurried over to Kevin and helped him to his feet. “Oh no buddy. Are you ok?” he asked as he brought him in for a hug, patting his back to calm him down. Jason’s hand moved down to give him diaper pats, but the seat of his padding was caked in mud. He could also tell it was pretty swollen. Poor baby. Once daddy arrived, the crying turned into a whimper. “My knee hurts daddy. Can you make it all better?” “Of course, let’s go get you a band aid. We have the Superman ones. After that, we will give you a nice bubble bath, wrap you up in a clean dipey, and get you a yummy chocolate milk bottle. How does that sound?” Jason asked, knowing that would make his little boy feel better. “Good” Kevin replied, wiping the tears from his eyes. How he could tell what was tears and what was rain was anyone’s guess. As he walked with daddy, he had to move his legs farther apart then normal to make room for the sagging diaper between his knees. He just wanted to get inside to get clean. As he opened the back door, Jason motioned for Kevin to go in first. “Alright, let’s go get a nice bubble bath for my little man” he said with a quick tickle. He smiled as Kevin giggled, knowing he was already starting to feel better. As they walked up the stairs, Kevin just wondered “What have I done to deserve a loving daddy like this?”

Chapter Fifteen: ”Nobody can tell, I promise." Broken promise already - I could tell, but I was the one who'd dressed her. I was the one who put her in front of the mirror, in the pretty white dress that I'd worn to an alumni function a few years back, that had glassy lace around the hems, and looked more like something an angel might wear. I was the one who pulled the lavender and heather bloomers up her thighs, fought to get them over the diaper that was even bigger than I'd estimated, while she had her arms wrapped around my neck for support. It was the bloomers she was looking at right now, holding the hem of the dress up to her mirrored self. She didn't just look cute right now, she looked... ashamedly sexy. In a childish way. And I didn't know how to reconcile that. I pulled her hand away from the hem and let it drop and took control. "Come on, it's getting late, let's go eat!" No opportunity given for argument - this was firm, confident, disturbingly aroused Jackie talking to waddling, diapered, strangely content Leona. "Slow down, I can't keep up!" She pulled me by the hand down the hotel hallway toward the elevators. But she was taller than me and didn't waddle. Keeping pace with her was so difficult that, by the time we were in the elevator, I was already out of breath. I didn't understand... why was I doing this? We weren't on camera - if I didn't wear a diaper, no one would even know. I was peppy, bright, and cheerful, and the warmth of that light shined on Leona even as she stood by me in the elevator. When had she held my hand? Or was I holding hers? I couldn't remember who grabbed for who, but both of us were looking at the union of fingers, and I used my other hand to prop her chin up to look me in the eye. "If you don't say where you wanna eat, I'm going to pick, and I'm a pretentious photographer. So if you're thinking chicken tendies and fries, you'd better pick the place." Because in my head, a part of her was a toddler, and toddlers ate simple food. Her finger tilted my head up to her in the quiet loneliness of the elevator. Tendies and fries? I blushed and shook my head, letting go of her hand and crossing my arms over the silly white dress. "Nuh uh! I... I want pizza!" Was there even a pizza place nearby? I didn't live on this end of town. "There's a good girl." I let her chin go as the elevator pinged and I thought about whether or not we'd be taking an Uber to get there. The pizza place I liked was... two blocks south. It was warm out still, despite the time, and honestly I wanted to see her waddle. I wanted her to need to hold my hand. So... "What do you want on your pizza?" I distracted her as we left the hotel lobby. "Oh. Um... I usually just get pepperoni? Is that okay?" The woman by the front desk looked up when we passed. The one who had seen me in my diaper on our first night here. Her eyes glued to me and I did my best not to waddle, but it was impossible with a diaper this thick. When we finally made it out the automatic doors and started our way down the street, I let out a sigh of relief. Oh she was so cute, she was so precious! She could have told me no at any time, and she didn’t. She could have let my hand go at any time, and she didn't. Was I reading too deep into this? Was I seeing things that weren't there? "This way, doll." I led her by the hand down the street, walking too fast for her at first to get her flustered by her waddles, and then slowing down like I didn't realize. "You look so pretty in that dress, Leona, you know that? Like a princess." I mused to her as we walked, as if dropping that in her headspace wasn't just a seed of blushes waiting to happen. Gosh I felt… like I wanted this. This dynamic. Her and I. ...a princess? I looked up at her with a bit of surprise, but she wasn't even looking my way. I waddled as quickly as I could behind Jackie as she led me down the street, past two street corners, and into a pizza parlor. By the time we arrived, I was sore and tired and my thighs hurt from the way I had to swing my puffy bottom. I was so out of breath, I could hardly talk the entire trip. "Lets get a large, thin crus-" I was talking to the parlor girl, but Leona tugged on my top and pouted, and I smiled and ruffled her hair like she was an actual child. "Sorry, a large stuffed crust, one half with pepperoni, and one half with mushrooms, peppers, and feta." I didn't even like stuffed crust. "Oh, and two cokes." Uh… "And we'll eat here,” I added at the end, while paying, because Leona looked exhausted. Like a toddler who insisted on walking because she was 'too old for a stroller' and was now regretting it, right? Fuck Jackie, where do you come up with this weird shit? I sat on the bench and kicked my feet - which didn't even touch the floor - as I shoved the piece of pizza into my mouth. "Real food is sooooo good..." Not that breastfeeding wasn't an interesting experience, but I hadn't had anything real to eat since last night! Pizza really hit the spot. I thought I was sticking it to Betsy. What I was doing was making sure that Leona had food in her belly - solid food - that would be used to humiliate her tomorrow. I didn't think that far ahead, though, I was a simple photographer. "Both hands,” I reminded her as she almost spilled her glass bottle of coke, and she blushed in that way that was more of a confession than a humiliation. "Those boys over there are so into you," I nodded to the table across the ways and leaned in close. "They think you're beautiful. Which you are. That's why it's a shame that you're all mine, huh?" I smirked and took a bite of my half of the pizza. Mine as in 'my responsibility'. Not 'my girlfriend'. Obviously. Hers? I bit my lip and looked down at my slice of pizza. Here we were, the two of us, unlikely friends, out at ten at night getting dinner together. And I was wearing a diaper... "Jackie... why aren't you taking pictures?" "Uhh... it doesn't seem appropriate right now." "Well, then why am I still dressed like this if it's not for the movie?" She knew what I meant. Dressed like this: not the dress, but what was under it. "Because I think it's really darling, and I like it,” I answered, simply, and took a bite of my pizza even though answering had made me feel sick. "And it makes me happy, and I'm barely even allowed to talk at work, so I'm being selfish." I could have lied to her. I could have said 'well, just in case' or 'to help you stay in character'. But all lies came out in the end, and maybe I thought saying it out loud would make it easier for me to figure out. "Everybody else objectifies you. I like taking care of you." "Oh..." I sat quietly for a minute and looked down at the pizza with reserved detachment. Things had been different today. When I let go, when I stopped fighting, I felt... I felt almost like this baby stuff came naturally to me. I had been doing it for years, though. Shouldn't it come naturally? But today, Jackie and I went out to dinner and I wore a diaper. I didn't even have to, but I did, without any real protest. I wondered why. But if Jackie liked it, wasn't that reason enough? She thought I was cute, didn't she? And she said it herself - she likes to take care of me. I should let her. After all, it's so easy. "Well. Okay. I guess that's a good reason." "There's my good girl." I got up from my chair enough to lean over the table, put one hand on the back of her head, and kissed her right on the forehead, then I sat back down before any thoughts of how foolish I was being could ruin the moment. And now the sleazy guys over back knew she was mine... er... she was with me... I mean, they knew… they knew she wasn't alone, okay! "How's your pizza?" Normality. This was normal. We were normal. She kissed me again. Not on the side of the head, but on the top. Her lips on the skin of my forehead. When was the last time that had happened? When my mother had done it, when I was very young? Betsy had, I was pretty sure, but that was for the cameras. This was for... for her. Wow, I was blushing. "I... y-yeah, it's really good. Um... I think I'm full though." I ate two full pieces after all. "We can bring the rest back to the hotel?" "That's a great idea, I'll get us a box." And that way, she could have breakfast in the morning before being subjected to the whims of Nurse Betsy. I slid out from the table and fetched a box, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She sat with her legs askew, unable to close them at any time because of the diaper. She wore my bloomers, she wore my dress, she wore a look of happiness on her face that I'd never seen on Leona the entire short time I'd known her. I got back to the table and boxed up our leftovers, then held out my hand for her to take. I wanted to be sure. I wanted to know that she wanted this as much as I did, I needed to be clear that it wasn't all in my head. She looked at my hand, and then up at my face, and then back at my hand... and took it. And I helped her to her feet like a parent should. Like a partner would. And I walked behind her on the way out of the parlor and back onto the street, hand in hand, making sure only I got to appreciate her funny little gait. Jackie, are you falling for Leona Whittaker? No, I don't think so - falling implies something that hasn't happened yet. When she looked up at me on the street, eyes sparkling, not a care in the world... I knew right then that I'd fallen, past tense, completed, finished. I'd fallen for her. And fallen hard. Well fuck.

Hello to all! After successfully training to start wetting the bed again, I'd have to say that it is a much different feeling for me now, knowing that I actually need diapers at night to prevent a soaked bed in the morning. It feels good psychologically because this is something that I've wanted to do since around age 12, but the sexual aspect of wearing and wetting has decreased for me. Of course, everyone is different but it seems for me, that once I started needing diapers every night I just started losing the drive for them. On the upside, no more 3 to 4 trips to the toilet at night!

Hey!! I've been three times now and love it. Most recent was Halloween night when Beth offered a free sample if showed up in costume. Of course I babied it up and went in with my onesie and an ABU kiddo. It was late in the day, so Beth wasn't there, just the guy and the young woman who runs the front desk. She is a sweety, glad that I showed up, because apparently I was the only one who showed up in costume. While there I got some ABU lavenders and some Abris, plus another cool onesie. I was hesitant to go in in my baby stuff, but I told myself why not? They know and they invited us, so.... I just did it. I don't like the parking and the window out front either. This isn't my town, but I do think one of my construction work buddies may go by and see my truck out front. It's doubtful, but possible. I had a nice conversation with the young woman about the lifestyle and such...It was real nice, because this is the very very first time I have ever admitted to anyone that I am AB/DL face to face. I love it there and now feel quite comfortable going in. I plan to go back Friday night(not sure) and gt a pair of the pull on training pants and Some of the new REARZ purple seduction diapers. I still find it kinda weird to go to an actual AB/DL shop that is actually a real Medical supply shop with NORMAL customers watching you browse through AB/DL stuff, but.....it is what it is and I like it. Have fun!

Thanks, everyone! Glad you like it thus far! Stay tuned next week for a new chapter! :)

Chapter Fourteen: Betsy covered my naked body - but for the very wet diaper - with a baby blanket with block letters. She put a pacifier between my lips and I lamented the loss of the real thing. But the exhaustion and dizzy comfort of the past half hour had me teetering on the edge of sleep. When I woke up - hours later, with the blanket bunched up under me and showing the seat of my diaper - I had to pee. But why make a big deal about it? My job was easy, if I'd let it be. I tried a lot of things to work through the way I felt after seeing what had happened, and by the time that Leona woke up I'd settled on professional distance. Or indifference. Same thing. I clicked photos that would work out to be some of the best of my career: photos of her face, of her smile, of her diaper and her playing with blocks and toys on the plush alphabet tiled floor. She was so purely childish, like the way she'd been out in the park. That sense of oblivious happiness… if Betsy could make her feel that way, wasn't I just being selfish getting in the way? Usually, Leona would snap out of it when she was this deep into her Baby Luvs persona, but today she was enveloped. Purely and utterly Baby Luvs. All the indifference in the world couldn't make my chest flutter calm down when she offered a picture she drew to Betsy. To Mommy. When was this day going to be over… On Sunday night, there was a crib in the hotel room. On Monday, Abe had bought that changing table. I wondered with idle curiosity what sort of surprises I had to expect tonight when I got to the hotel, but the only new furniture was an armchair. Actually, it was the same armchair from the set at work: a rocking, soft beige, lazy-boy-looking thing. But it was bigger - not quite big enough for two people, but maybe enough for one on another's lap. Then I remembered how only earlier today I'd laid across Betsy's lap on that very chair with her breast to my mouth. A blush washed over my cheeks. "Now you make sure you're a good girl and when Mommy comes to pick you up, we'll make sure to give you some more feeding time." Betsy didn't stay long. She dropped Leona off and posed for the camera like a politician, said a few enticing things, and left the two of us alone. I'd look at the chair, then look at Leona, then look away. Today she'd been fed from another human being. Betsy had made milk and put that inside of Leona, like some weird anchor to being Baby Luvs. It made sparking up an adult dialog... tricky. "Was today fun? You looked pretty happy in some of the photos I took." Although... It was probably the last thing she wanted to discuss… "Juss acting," I muttered, waddling over to the chair on the far side of the room and climbing into it. Unlike before, there was a little plastic cover over both arms of the chair. Each had pockets, fitted with spit rags, empty baby bottles, and a hairbrush. The chair had only appeared on set on Sunday - without a Mommy, we had never needed one. I wondered what we would use now. "Well, you're a good actress, Baby Luvs." Alright Jackie, focus on this, focus on... us. Like there's an us. Ugh. Stop being so weird, Jackie! Don't be a pervert, don't be a weirdo, certainly don't... go sit in the chair with her, squeezing into the confined space, and then pull her up onto your lap. Don't do that! See, I knew the logic. But I did it anyway. And now I had Leona on my lap, now I could feel her wet diaper - clammy and used - against my bare thigh presented by the skirt I'd worn to work today. And if I knew Leona, there'd be fireworks. She'd freak out, she'd get up and lecture me, tell me I was being stupid. But for this moment, I savored the closeness of my bad decision. No cameras. No movie. Just Jackie and me. But all the same, she came over and sat in the same chair, pulling me up onto her lap. Betsy dressed me in a long shirt before leaving the studio, but it hardly did anything to cover the puffy white diaper - or rather, puffy yellow diaper, since the car ride over here took a little longer than I thought. I looked at her with annoyance and then... softened. I played with my fingers quietly. "You were really brave today." It had come from a place inside of me that I didn't know existed, a place where I realized there was a sense of maternity and I'd just never allowed myself to see it. My tone was concerned, soft, tender. One of my hands separated strands of her hair that had become tangled during the day. I was everything Betsy wasn't. And while the words came out of nowhere, they felt... right. "I"m really proud of you." Jealous as fuck - not of what she did, but that she did it with someone who wasn't me - but proud nonetheless. "...yeah?" Her fingers ran through my hair and I felt myself melt into her lap. She was proud? Because I had done such a wonderful job at work? That had to be it. Because I was an amazing actress, and I made all this look easy. I let it be easy. I smiled a little and put my head against hers. "Absolutely." As she leaned back against me, as she surrendered to the way I held her, let herself relax, I thought about how disgusted I should be. She was an adult and she'd pissed herself and I could feel the evidence of that my on my bare skin. So why wasn't I grossed out? Despite the logic, all I could feel was protective. I put one hand on her tummy, and then I kissed her ear and laughed a little bit. A happy laugh. "I like this. I like you. You're a sweetheart, you know that?" "Shuttup," I muttered, pushing her away. Did she kiss me? I mean, it was just on the side of my head, so it wasn't an actual kiss, but that was so much more affection than anyone had given me in... in years, maybe. I wasn't really the touchy-feely type. I stumbled off her lap and looked down at the diaper between my legs. "...I should change," I said, more to myself than to her, but then I remembered last night, when she diapered me. Another blush filled my cheeks. Jeeze... "That's probably a good idea." Otherwise you'll get a rash. That's what Betsy would say, right? Would she say it just to be taunting, or to make her feel diminished and warm? I didn't know how any of this worked! "Alright, lay down on the changing table." I'd have said for her to lay down on the twin sized bed, but it seemed they'd taken that away this time and left me with a super uncomfortable looking fold up cot. How passive aggressive! "Come on, up you get, and then we'll get something to eat - my treat." I spoke to her not like a baby, but more like I'd talk to one of my younger cousins - casually and cheerfully, without leaving room for her to argue. "I can do it," I said quietly, folding my arms over my chest and pouting. But Jackie got up from her place on the chair and went over to the changing table nonetheless, examining the different colors and styles of diapers. I bit my bottom lip and walked over to the small step stool, so I could climb onto the table without protest. She'd changed me once before, but that was on the bed. The changing table was so different... so much more infantile... "There's a good girl." The praise wasn't humiliating, wasn't too diminishing, but it was undoubtably childish. I should have been filming this, I should have been documenting this moment! But this was for me, dammit. Not for Abe, not for the production. For me! Well, this moment was for Leona, too. Not Baby Luvs, not a fictional version of this wonderful girl, but for Leona. She laid on her back, she presented me a parents-eye view, and I realized how wet her diaper was. Betsy really needed to change her before dropping her off! Not that I minded, but it was her job. Was I supposed to talk? Should I narrate this? "Where do you wanna go for dinner, hunny?" In the end, I talked, but I talked about anything but the diaper change. It seemed the most adult way to approach a childish thing. "...go?" "Yeah, well, we could go out for dinner. It's been a while, hasn't it?" She had already untaped the diaper and slid it out from underneath my bottom. Diaper changes had always been second nature on set, but this wasn't on set. This wasn't even being filmed! "I'm not going out like this," I said sternly. "Absolutely not!" But Jackie was a step ahead. "Don't worry, I've got you covered." Covered? What did that mean? I thought maybe I wouldn't have to wear a diaper at all, but she pulled the blue one with stars out from under the changing table. Great, the thickest bedtime diaper I had... I could have picked something smaller, I knew I could have. I tried to convince myself that I picked the thickest one because it would mean she'd fit into the borrowed clothing better - she was smaller than me, after all - but to be honest, it was because I wanted to see her in it. I wanted to see her thighs unable to close; I wanted to hear the way it crinkled when she tried; I wanted to see her waddle when she tried to walk and need to hold my hand to keep balance. I bit my lip and forced a confident smile as I rubbed the powder into her privates. The bloomers were hardly practical - the ones I wore under my dress when I took ballroom dancing classes two years ago - but they would more than conceal the diaper I was putting on her. They were childish, but they were mine, so she couldn't say they were baby clothes! And she'd be in a dress anyway so.... whatever. Confidently, I tugged the diaper up between her legs, and proudly I taped it. Symmetrically, too - it was a LOT easier on the changing table! "There we go, much better, right?" In a way, it wasn't better at all. Some photographer girl had just changed me into a diaper on an adult-sized changing table in the middle of a hotel room that was quickly becoming my nursery. And none of it was for the goddamn movie! What was the point of any of this? But on the other hand, I had never truly appreciated dry diapers before this week. Lying here, with the warm, soft diaper between my legs, and knowing a nice woman had put it on me... well, it was better than the alternative, at least.

I HAVE now been diapered 24/7 for ten years now and had some level of incontinence for about five. I still get aroused by the fact that I’m permanently diapered for the rest of my life. It’s now documented in my medical charts and it is a strong feeling of accomplishment and success. I couldn’t be happier. As my bladder becomes weaker and my bowels become even more reflexive I continue to be happily suprised from time to time.

Chapter Thirteen: My profession was, in most aspects, innocent. Diapers. Baby bottles. Pacifiers. Not the sort of stuff you find on a porn site. But I knew what I'd signed up for: I wasn't naive. Many cameras and many subscribers had seen my naked body, either in the middle of a diaper change or just when I walked around topless. So when Betsy took the onesie off to check my diaper and decided to keep it off until I was wet, I wasn't at all phased. I curled up in my pile of stuffed animals, wearing only a thick white diaper, and played with my toes. All afternoon, I'd had to pee. But now, legs spread wide and tiny breasts on display, I finally let go. Betsy noticed things. She noticed, for example, that Baby Luvs no longer made a fuss when she needed to wet herself. That in a few short days, she'd become normalized to the process, even though each time she did, it was simply a warm reminder of her true role in the world. Likewise, in time, over the days to come, she'd get used to messing herself, too, stepping deeper into the indulgent nature of infantile delight. And for a good percentage of fans, seeing her that way, seeing her acceptance... that was their money shot. For others, seeing her step down to new and deeper levels of childhood was what they wanted. Which was why instead of breaking for lunch at the usual time, Betsy had every intention of feeding Luvs hers in a whole new way. The first feelings were odd. Unnatural. Then very warm. The heat poured over my skin, toward my bottom, as the diaper turned a dull yellow. It started to soak up my on-purpose accident. The wetness was sapped away from my body, but the heat remained. And relief of finally going, of being free of the constant pressure to run to the bathroom. I'd worn diapers for years on this set, but a wet one... it was such a different experience. I looked down shyly and blushed at the camera. I managed to snap her face in a series of pictures, freeing myself of my lost thoughts in time to capture that full spectrum of emotion. Relief. Shame. Surprise. Enjoyment... contentment. It was amazing to me just how beautiful each and every one of her emotions were, how vivid, how precious. Why was I thought-gushing over a girl who just wet herself? Jesus. My parents would be so proud. "Smile for me darling girl." I snapped the picture. The camera crew noticed and caught me in frame, and I whipped around to move my finger across my neck to signal them to cut it. I wasn't a part of this okay! "If you don't want to be in the shot, you can't talk either. It's a video, not one of your stills." "Listen, I'm just used to--" The cameraman and Jackie were still squabbling but I didn't really care. I looked down past my breasts at the yellow diaper. I'd finally finished, and the whole thing felt thicker and heavier. Quietly, I pushed my fingers to the front of it. For the camera, obviously. Both of us stopped arguing the moment she did that. We both wanted to capture it, we both knew how precious and important it was... although to the cameraman, it was important to the client. For me it was important for other reasons. Betsy snatched her up a moment later though and hoisted her were behind in the crook of her arm. "Let's get you some special lunch, little Baby Luvs." On the one hand, her not acknowledging that Leona was wet seemed a wasted opportunity. But then, in reflection, babies were wet all the time. It simply wasn't special. Betsy played the audience like a fucking fiddle! On her hip, with the wet diaper pushed between my legs, the differences in a wet and dry diaper were more apparent than ever. My cheeks went crimson. "I... um... c-can I be changed, Mommy? Pwease?" I was wet, after all. That's how this worked! "Oh, let me see." Betsy slipped her finger into the waistband of the diaper and considered for a moment, or pretended to, and shook her head. "Oh you silly girl, you're only a little bit soaked. Let's not waste diapers, little darling." She was going to make her stay in her own pee? Betsy sat down on her chair and pulled Leona into her lap, or rather... across her lap, sort of? What the heck was she up to? "...waste diapers? But I'm wet," I muttered, looking at Betsy with outright confusion. It wasn't wasted - it was used! And with how much money I was making Abe, he could afford a few spare diapers, jeeze! "Pwease?" I tried again, in the most babyish voice I could muster. Only Betsy seemed to have a grasp of what was going on, only her knowing smile concealed any sort of truth. And the truth was this: she unfastened buttons on her blue blouse, which strangely seemed to open up downward to expose her breast. And before she got the bra cup unattached, I realized - before Leona, it seemed - what was about to happen. Oh no. "Shh, we'll talk about it after lunch." And like she'd done it a thousand times before, Betsy pushed the girl’s lips to her breast, the nipple already oozing milk. After two years of regular pacifier use, my instinct was to suck. But less than a second later, my instinct was to shove her away. The warm, sour drops touched my tongue and I winced at the taste. "Ew, no! No no no! Lemme go!" But fighting Betsy was like fighting a bear. "She sometimes makes a fuss, because I don't often reward her this way," Betsy explained to the camera, while with her hands she did two very strategic things - she pressed Leona’s head back to her bosom, and she pressed on the wet diaper while she spoke. "But for girls her age, for true little infants, diminished damsels, beautiful baby girls like Baby Luvs... this is really just a part of life. This reminds her, and you, her fans, that she'll never ever be an adult, because no adult could ever be breastfed and not become a baby for the rest of their years.” I kicked and struggled, but with a hand between my legs, pushing firmly against the soaking wet diaper, and her nipple slipping past my lips again... her words drowned me. I closed my eyes and tried to shake them off. A baby... the rest of my years... and I remembered what Abe said. Easy to do nothing. I felt my muscles relax as I curled into her, melting against her chest, and starting to suck. "There we are." The camera took strategic angles, the way her lips met Betsy’s nipple, the way her throat moved as it swallowed, and then the bigger zoom out. I, conversely, had no fucking idea what to say, do, or even think. Betsy had no such problems. "The powers of breastmilk have been known for a long time, and total regression is completely possible by being fed this way. Why, without me, Baby Luvs might one day have been a lawyer, or a doctor, or something else more suited to an adult. But as long as my milk fills her tummy, this is all she'll ever be. Our pretty little Baby Luvs, coloring with crayons, and helplessly reliant on grown ups. Isn't that right, honey?" I shied into her chest and my eyes fluttered closed. I'd never been with a girl. Not sexually. I'd never wanted to suck on some lady's boobs. And here I was, in her lap, drinking, relaxing… The milk was bitter and warm and totally not my thing, but the warmth of her skin against my lips... it was nothing like a pacifier. Who ever thought a pacifier could replace this? I could have fought and swore and thrashed and screamed. But I didn't want to. I was getting paid a lot of money to do nothing at all. And... well... it wasn't that bad... I forced myself to move, forced myself to do my job, even though this felt like a train-wreck, like something I shouldn't be looking at. "If you're a good girl, Mommy will feed you like this again each day for your little movie, alright poppet?" Her hand brushed back a strand of hair from Leona's face and I managed to get a picture of that. Click. Total contentment... no struggle. She had her eyes closed, her lips firmly latched, sucking like she belonged there. This complicated things in my head so much! Did I want her romantically? Did I want for Leona to suck on my tits too, and when she did, would it be as an adult intimacy thing? Or like this... weird... perversion? And more importantly, why was I so turned on by this whole thing? My thighs rubbed together idly as I took another picture. "Mommy will put you down for your nap after this, and when you've been a good girl and made messies in your diaper, Mommy will change you too." I expected her to throw a fit about that, and instead... she nodded. Was she even listening? Obviously not, right? She'd never have agreed to that, tit in her mouth or not! Somewhere down the line, her nipple slipped away from my lips. Had it been only a minute, or an hour? I was half-asleep and dizzy. Betsy was so comfortable when she held me like that, and I... I couldn't put two and two together. For some reason, with her so close, with me suckling like that, I felt like I found something I was missing. Intimacy? I'd never really cared about anyone. I never let anyone close to me, and even when I'd date someone, I always kept him at arm's length. So when Betsy turned me over and put my lips to her other breast, I sucked without hesitation or worry. Was it jealousy? Envy? Resentment? I felt something about what was happening, something that drove me to hate Betsy even more than I already did, something that made me despise her even more than the fact she'd been abusing my new friend. As I snapped pictures, I began to understand some inkling of what it was: this was new to Leona. And she liked it. And it could have been me introducing her to it (although I had no idea how to just lactate on command) when we shared moments in the hotel room, and instead it was this snooty bitch. Why did I feel a sense of longing? Why did I even want to breastfeed an adult woman? I'd never been maternal, not in my entire life. Dammit... why now? What made Leona Whittaker special?

Chapter Twelve: For an hour or so I tried to sleep beside Jackie, but the twin sized bed was just too small and I was a little too restless. I would roll over onto my side, then onto my stomach, crinkling with every movement, until we both gave up. Jackie helped me into the crib and I held my stuffed elephant tight to my chest. Looking up at her, outside the crib bars, at her bright, sleepy smile... I thought maybe this was what babies felt when they looked up at their moms. It was... a nice feeling. But before I could give it any more thought, I'd drifted off to sleep. It had been a long day. "Now this just won't do, will it?" I'd woken up to the sounds of that awful woman’s voice and her narration to the camera, chiding Leona over... something? "Have a close look here everybody, see how awful the tapes are aligned? Why it's any wonder she didn't leak right on through the night. That's a bad girl, Baby Luvs, we're just going to have to punish you for changing your own diaper." I sat up in bed and yawned, rubbing my eyes and watching what was happening. Would it be a diplomatic incident if I killed this poor excuse for a British Nanny? She was simply awful. I kicked at the woman's hand as it came near my diaper, but she took me by the ankles and flipped me over so she could examine the dry padding between my legs. "Tsk tsk..." I sleepily fumbled to my feet, but Betsy didn't give me time before picking me up and setting me on her hip. "Not now," I wiggled, struggling to get down. "I need coffee." "Sometimes," Betsy began, talking to the camera, narrating her charge’s condition, “little Baby Luvs here forgets who she is, sometimes when she first wakes up, she slips back into the role of that bratty and stressful college girl she once was. She's better now, though, aren't you Baby Luvs?" Betsy pinched the back of her thigh, just out of frame of the camera, and smiled saccharine sweet. She pinched my skin, just below the leg band of my diaper, and I winced. I looked at Betsy, at the camera, and at the bed where Jackie was sitting in her pajamas with messy hair. "Y-yeah... I all better..." I mumbled. Five more days, I reminded myself, and I wouldn't ever have to see this horrible woman again. "That's what I thought; you must try to stay ahead of things like that, though, Baby Luvs, because your adorning fans deserve the best of you." Especially for the pricing that Abe had discussed with Betsy over wine last night - a premium buy once package buried under per view charges for individual scenes, and then different tiers on top of that. Betsy had been quite impressed, although with the sponsors arriving in the next hour to upgrade the hotel room again, she scarcely had the time to focus on that. "Up you get, little one, dry for now but not for long~" After we got our room key on that first day, Betsy and I always went in the side-door of the hotel. We never bumped into anyone or shared an elevator with a stranger. In and out. Simple. She buckled me in the children’s carseat in the back seat, dressed in only my diaper and onesie, but I wasn't feeling it today. I hadn't had coffee since Sunday and I was still upset about the day before. When I got to work, I'd have a serious talk with Abe. "Baby Luvs, welcome home." Betsy deposited the girl in her made up nursery studio, right there on her diapered butt, and went to confer with Abe over the schedule for the day. Bottle feeding. Storybook. Solid food feeding. Lap bounces. Diaper usage. Then nap time. Change would come after the nap, because it would be a more erotic thing for the audience to think of this helpless baby not even being changed immediately. Then lunch break. "Doing alright?" Jackie asked me, as she played with her camera. She looked good for getting ready in five minutes. "Fucking splendid," I said sourly and got to my feet. First order of business: coffee. But no one had put the coffee on that morning. I groaned and went through the motions of making a pot, and while it was brewing, I went to Abe's office. "Baby! Long time no see; this shooting schedule's keeping you busy, eh? Busy like a worker bee, only you're the queen, Baby, the Queen Bee and instead of making honey, Baby, you make money, which might sound the same but its oh so much sweeter, sweeter than honey or sugar or success itself." He kicked back against his desk, leaned in his chair, put his feet up, and inhaled from his fat, stubby, cigar. I walked over and took the cigar out of his mouth and smushed it into the ashtray on his desk. All the shame and humiliation of yesterday had converted to anger. "What. The. Fuck. Is your problem?! Huh?! How dare you let that bitch do that to me!" "Baby, be reasonable here. That woman is making us both very wealthy people and all you gotta do is literally nothing, how hard is that, Baby?" He would have been more annoyed, usually, but obviously he'd been thinking about money when he was so rudely interrupted and that always seemed to leave him in a pretty good mood. "Nothing? NOTHING?! I am acting my ass off out there! Do you think this is fun or something?! Why don't you go out there and shit your pants, you ugly hack!" I slammed my hands down on his desk. I was so... so angry! It was unbelievable! But a short girl yelling in a diaper and a onesie... well, it wasn't very intimidating. "Because thousands of perverts with one hand in their wallet and one hand in their pants don't want to see me acting like a helpless little baby, Leona." Leona. He called her Leona. Which was a serious thing; he never did that. More serious still was the fact he stood up, something the portly man rarely ever did unless he was going somewhere or otherwise to drive a point home. "Need I remind you, I'm paying you exactly what you asked for?" "That was under different conditions! I said I'd wet myself, but not-" "Then I'll double it." I blinked. What? "...you'll..." "Double it. Not to mention your equity." ...how much money was this making him, exactly? He couldn't afford that... "I... I don't want to do that again..." "You'll do it again, Baby, you'll do it again today and twice on some days. And by the time the project is done, you'll do it whenever and wherever because you'll realize that for doing nothing at all, you're going to be making yourself a very rich little girl." He pulled down on the edges of his vest and flicked open his cigar tin from the tables surface, using his stubby fingers to pick up a new stogie along with his cutter. He shut the door behind me and I stood shyly against the wall. It was so much money... but even the thought... I bit my lip and looked down at my frilly socks. Nothing at all. I didn't do nothing! I acted! I was a good actress, I thought... "She seemed upset, Abe." I was polishing the lens on my camera, sipping coffee from the pot that Leona had put on, and the stout man chewed on his cigar with a big grin. "Everybody has a price, Jamie, money is the only true thing worth worshipping in this world, that's what I always say. She'll shit her pants on command and dance to my tune, and by the time this is done she won't remember being an adult anyway, that's what I think." Far be it from me to think the worst of people, or to think that he could possibly have been being sinister on purpose... but I couldn't help but consider it. Was this... an investment? Was he hoping that after this week, he'd just go back to paying her what he used to and she'd do all of this freely? "She's a Baby, that's right there in her name, Baby Luvs. She's a baby and she loves it." Whatever punishment Betsy talked up that morning didn’t come up again. She fed me a bottle and let me play with blocks. She read me a story and made me a plate of chicken nuggets for lunch. This part was so easy - almost natural. Being a little girl. Smiling for the camera. Talking in baby talk and letting adults do things for me. After eating my chicken nuggets, my hands were covered in ketchup. "Mommy," I whined and held my hands out to Betsy, who rolled her eyes and promptly cleaned them off. Maybe Abe was right... maybe my job was easier than I thought. I watched that woman like a hawk when she prepared the bottle, when she prepared the meal later in the morning; I wasn't going to let her go off-script and fuck with Leona again, because... because why, Jackie? Because you're going native and you have this weird lesbian crush on a girl because she dresses and acts like an infant? I clicked a few photos and did my damnedest to ignore myself. "And what is your favorite coloring book, Baby Luvs? Maybe some of your fans might want to buy your coloring, which one is your favorite?" Listening to Betsy talk just made me so mad. "Ummm I like dis one, 'cuz it's got ponies, 'an I wuv My Little Pony, an I like dis one 'cuz it's got bunnies and..." I got distracted halfway through showing my coloring books to the camera and grabbed a crayon. I was taking everything too seriously. I was making a crazy amount of money and all I had to do was act like a baby. I could really do whatever I wanted, as long as it was something a baby would do. Well, I wanted to color. So that's what I would do. I didn't get it. I didn't get how she could have been so angry before and so serene now. Abe was pleased, chewing his cigar. Betsy was pleased, gently bouncing the girl on her lap. Leona seemed pleased, babbling about her pictures, then messily coloring one in with crayon. Was I the only one upset here? Well. Abe's assistant over at her desk in the corner, running numbers and muttering angrily to herself. I looked back at Leona, a giggling choir of happiness coming from her lips, and instantly I felt warm. Click. So stinking cute…

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Part 18 My nightly routine had become just that, a routine. I sorted myself out and didn’t answer to anyone other than me. I kept up the regimen that mum and auntie had insisted upon; thorough cleaning followed by loads of creams and lotions. They’d also insisted that I kept the area clear of hair, which I did; mum had bought a special cream for that. Meanwhile, I’d become very adept at folding the fluffy material in just the ‘right’ way and pinning it into place. And, after smoothing the entire thing down, expelling the excess air, I proudly made sure everything was tucked within the plastic pants. Mum had come to some agreement with a supplier at her work so I was able to have access to both disposables, which I used infrequently, and fabric nappies with special insets and folds to contain any extra padding needed. All-in-all I was well provisioned and took it in my stride as more of my nappies got pegged out on the line each day. It told anyone who was interested that things weren’t getting any drier in our household. Although my parents were concerned about my continued incontinence, the doctors had assured them that it would just as easily stop, as it had started, with no particular reasoning behind it. However, now I could do the change myself, for me at least there was a feeling of utter contentment and reassurance. My thick nappy (those insets and folds proving their worth) seemed as much a part of my sleeping arrangements as anything else. # I spent many weekends with auntie and between us we redecorated the attic bedroom and re-sorted all the stuff she’d accumulated there. It was a project we both threw ourselves into and I’d never seen her happier than when the task was complete and celebrated with a huge cream cake at a job well done. While I didn’t realise it at the time, auntie was preparing a bolt-hole for me. Somewhere I’d be happy to be who I wanted to be, should I need it. We cleaned up and painted an old set of drawers, which was destined to hold all the nappies, plastic pants, lotions, creams and powder, as well as an assortment of fun items I didn’t yet possess, or know I wanted. Mrs Goodall became a regular visitor as she presented various new outfits that auntie suggested would be ideal for me. I acquired some of the cutest and snuggest designs from a woman whose imagination and sewing abilities left me speechless. She took the concept of the short onesie that fastened between my legs to a whole new dimension and created some pretty spectacular outfits. Although I normally now changed myself, I loved it when auntie took charge and did it for me. To a certain extent I knew I could hold my pee at times but, this freedom, to go where and when I wanted (not necessarily needed) was something I took great pleasure in. I think auntie had already realised this because at one point, when fluffing out a new, soft piece of fabric ready to slip under my well powdered bottom she said. “These days you’re a very happy boy... getting you out of nappies is going to be a difficulty...” She smiled knowingly but didn’t finish her train of thought... and I blushed tremendously. I knew I didn’t want to be babied, I never had, well I wouldn’t have admitted it, but I did love the smooth, taut, bulkiness that she always made sure surrounded my groin. I loved the love that went with it. When we went anywhere I always wore my suit with shorts. I’d grown to love the look and I could feel the padding being supported by the crotch, which in turn was supported by the braces. With each rustling step, and auntie’s constant pride in the way I wore it, I felt even happier than the boy in the advert had on his visit to Venice. # Back home mum and dad more or less left me to it and both my brothers didn’t seem all that bothered. However, they did comment if I began to smell of pee, but it was never in a nasty way, they just wanted me to be aware so that I didn’t make others too conscious of what I was wearing. I was a twelve year old in a nappy and although on our council estate this was something to be mocked, jeered and criticised by the other kids it didn’t bother me. This was simply because one week it was my turn, the next, the lad with ultra-thick glasses, or the cheap trainers or whose sister had just got pregnant. The neighbours had more going on than to think my protection was anything special. As the weather grew warmer I was wearing only protection and a thin t-shirt to sleep in. It felt wonderful slipping around the bed, the plastic pants sliding effortlessly over and between the sheets. This had become quite a game for me and a highlight of actually going to bed. The slippery action was quite a turn on as my burgeoning sexuality was testimony to. To be truthful, I had no idea that’s what it was, to me it was just something that felt good, and so continued to do. My nappy, especially my bulky night time nappy, had become fun and with all the creams, lotions and plastic I was also exposed to... I found I could entertain myself for hours simply getting ready before I went to sleep. At times I felt like a very naughty boy by enjoying my nappies and not resenting them. # Mostly I have dreamless nights though occasionally the TV sets off something in my head and my dreams include that subject. One night I’d seen another programme about fishermen and that night I’d struggled to get this one enormous lobster landed on board a very small trawler. At least this time it hadn’t tried to get inside my pants but the oilskins I wore glistened throughout the sea-tossed tussle. Those snapping claws ripping the glossy, slick material as I fought to get the beast under control. I woke up not only wet but with all the bedclothes strewn around the room as if there’d been some kind of titanic battle. When I had ‘normal’ dreams thankfully they weren’t about my brothers picking on me. In fact, since Geoff had been reprimanded neither had really mentioned much at all about my ‘problem’. No, my dreams often involved some of my school chums, Barnaby and nearly always other younger kids. We’d be off on some pleasant adventure and in rare cases I was leader of the gathering. Nappies didn’t play a major part but I got the impression we all wore them, though I couldn’t be sure. In the morning I’d wake up worn out but happy and the warm damp sagging material seemed even less bother than it once had. Twelve years old and still wearing a nappy should have troubled me, the whole idea of wetting myself and having all the hassle of changing into something dry, should have dragged me down… but it didn’t. I was feeling at ease with both my juvenile side and my student-at-grammar school side. I no longer had to prove I was grown-up by wearing long trousers because they meant very little now I’d come to accept shorts suited me and my situation better. To be honest, wearing thick protection under ‘adult’ long trousers just didn’t work. Although they hid the bulk pretty well, I was never convinced or happy with the result. I decided that without doubt a nappy should be worn with shorts. Like Barnaby’s questioning mind and little blue suit, my shorts and nappy had become my trademark, they set me apart from other boys my age and I quite liked this eccentricity. Mum had commented that I should spend more time with auntie because, after each visit, I returned with a completely new way dealing with things. Whatever auntie said had made the difference and she was pleased for me that I’d become “…more attentive at school.” In some ways I could see it, my attitude to school was definitely better. However, here was a dilemma; there was still an immature streak, which to me my nappy represented. There was certainly something other than protection going on when I wore one and I think it helped me identify with those who were younger… even if they weren’t wearing one as well. This was a wonderful insight. I no longer yearned to be accepted as something I so plainly wasn’t. I came to realise that a battle of sorts was going on inside me which I wasn’t sure I could control; my attitude flipped-flopped as one side gained advantage for a short while before the other took charge again. Auntie’s love and understanding brought out my more childish side. The suit and short pants, together with the nappies, epitomised everything about me; the side that loved to be looked after, the side that was desperate to please, the side that loved the attention and enjoyed a lack of restraint. Meanwhile, at home, a more serious side tried to dominate, although not very successfully, but that might have been down to my real desire to be a kid again. When I closed my eyes and went to sleep something told my brain (it had nothing to do with me, honest) that I had to prove I was still only a little kid. I suppose being able to wet myself when and where I wanted without anyone else necessarily being aware was quite liberating... and definitely regarded as quite childish. There were two Adams; one wanting to be thought of as a grown up enough to manage a senior school day, whilst the other, more fun and immature, who liked nothing more than being irresponsible, even if that meant wearing protection. # So, almost a year at grammar school and I was no longer bottom in class. In fact, my grades in the end of year exam had shown a remarkable improvement that my report card was bristling with positive comments. The headmaster’s final summation was very constructive. · “...although Adam has made incredible progress in the past year, we still see some lapses of maturity. However, as he moves up a year, I am hopeful he will apply himself totally to the opportunities school has to offer.” Mum and dad were content for me to stay at the school even though I was still wearing a nappy. They said if I could handle it, so could they and therefore, I wasn’t going anywhere. I’m almost certain auntie had something to do with that decision, although my better grades might have helped. I spent more time with auntie, we seemed to have a common connection that I didn’t have with my family even though they had been so supportive. We talked at length about Barnaby, the aristocratic boy, the kids at the aquarium and even the boy from the advert, all of whom auntie thought had helped me put things in perspective. I’d worn my nappy under the long trousers that went with the suit but... it never felt proper. Indeed, now I had a pair of long trousers of my own, they gave me an awkward feeling, my legs felt strangely trapped and my protection uncomfortable. I now had piles of nappies both at home and at aunties where there was never any doubt what I’d wear. Although I always felt like a kid when I wore them, I didn’t see this in a negative way at all - they had given me security and comfort from the first moment I wore them. The confidence I now radiated in both school work and play was down to them... and of course my protective plastic pants. My self-assurance had only started when I first wore auntie’s present. That confidence grew when I wore my Italian designed blue suit more often. The feeling of disappointment about it being for a child because of the short pants soon evaporated after all those early, positive comments. The praise from adults about the way I looked, the pleasure I experienced when I wore it whilst accompanying auntie anywhere, somehow that suit, together with the nappy underneath, gave me a belief in myself that up until then I hadn’t possessed. It was a surprising yet potent combination. It was with pride that I chose to wear shorts rather than the long trousers auntie had provided and where ever we went I thought I carried the stylish design with an elegance that made heads turn. My smartness was making me the centre of attention, whilst the nappy was a comfort and prevention from any mishaps... and I loved it. ### I love the time Adam spends with me but I see and understand more than he does. He’s still really only a little boy and isn’t aware exactly what is happening to him. I see his incontinence isn’t going to just disappear – he’s enjoying it too much. At the moment he may not be that aware but all the signs are there that this isn’t just a passing fancy. I also know that as he grows older things might become a little bit more awkward for him, at home and at school, and he’ll be forced into making some difficult decisions. I want him to know he always has a place to come, and an understanding person that will always be there to support him. As his auntie I hope that would go without saying but my sweet, childish, lovable nephew needs his nappies and I’ve made sure that he has plenty, along with the juvenile clothes I know he has an affinity for. He may be twelve now but what happens (and where would he go and who can he share his desire with) as he grows older? I want him to feel safe in my house. I want him to be happy with who he is. I want my innocent baby nephew to enjoy his childhood... no matter how long that lasts. #######FIN########

Good morning! It's a new week, which means it's a new chapter! Enjoy! Chapter 2 I always wondered why some businesses put the full names of their employees on business cards. It seems so invasive and unsafe in this day and age. However, it makes life easier for me when I’m doing my homework on someone. In fact, in the past, it helped me avoid some rather unfaithful guys. Take Justin, the guy who swore up and down that I was “the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.” Whether or not that was the alcohol talking is still up for debate, but he drunkenly gave me a business card and then sent me a social media friend request. It wasn’t long before I found out that in addition to having a criminal record, ol’ Justin had a lot of people whom he swore up and down were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He was persistent when I started turning him down, and when he didn’t get the hint, I emailed him everything I found; social media comments on random women, his criminal history...the list goes on. Needless to say, Justin left me alone shortly after, making sure to call me a “crazy bitch” in the process. I prefer curious bitch, though. As for Michael Johansen? Things got pretty interesting, pretty quickly. It took me maybe 10 minutes to fix my rig, and then I got right to work, sleuthing like I always do. At first, everything seemed pretty run of the mill with him; social media profiles all checked out (he loved puns. And when I say “loved” I mean, LOVED. Every day was a new pun), no criminal record, everyone seemed to like him. Social media’s a funny thing, though. People are so in love with sharing their...everything, with the world, forgetting that they leave a digital trail of clues and openings into their past. So when I dug a little further, I found a point in time about two years prior, where Michael had apparently had a really bad breakup. His friends kept telling him to make an online dating profile to see what would happen, and he did. My curiosity sent me there, and it looked like a profile that he hadn’t used in quite some time, but never deleted. And again, Michael had poured his heart and soul into his profile, mentioning that nobody quite understood him or that he never felt like himself around people he’d been with in the past. Poor guy! But...what was it that nobody understood? Why didn’t he feel like himself around others? The next couple of hours were spent digging even deeper into whatever I could find online about Michael. I never found anything about him being in an accident, or anything mentioning him being incontinent. This only increased my suspicion and made me flex my research muscles a little more. Was he wearing diaper for pleasure? And if so, what made him do such a ballsy move in public? Anyone could’ve called him out on it if they saw noticed. Next came the challenging but fun part. See, it’s not terribly hard to find what you’re looking for online, as long as you know where and how to find it. In this case, I wanted to find out if there were any clues about people who liked wearing diapers for fun within a certain vicinity of my location (I’m not a prude, either! I’ve found quite a bit of interesting things on the internet and am not afraid of all of it!). No, it’s never a guarantee, but there are cases where people slip up and accidentally give themselves away in a post, or something similar. For starters, I first typed, “adult babies, Jansville, WI” in the search bar, and started from there. The first few results led to various online fetish communities, with the rest of the results revealing random porn sites and diaper-related fanfictions that I won’t read so not to further ruin my childhood. Refining my search, I then added, “male, computer” into the search engine, thinking it might lead me to more results if Michael mentioned his occupation on one of these sites. Still nothing concrete, so the deducing continued for quite some time...without much luck. Still, I had to know. And yes, I’m well aware that I could’ve just asked him about what I saw, but it’s not like I’d have straight up asked, “Hey, Michael! What’s with the diaper around your waist?” or yanked his pants down and pointed, asking for an explanation. I mean, yeah, that’d be kind of fun, but I’m not mean like that. Going back to the drawing board, I opened Michael’s social media profiles, looking at some recent posts. A few weeks before, there had been a robbery that took a turn for the worst in the pizzeria in town. Nobody died, but the robber did beat up the pizzeria owner pretty bad. Michael had posted something about it on his social media, talking about how awful the robber was. I typed in “pizzeria robbery, Jansville, adult baby, diaper,” in the search engine and clicked the button. There, buried beneath the first few results, was a post on an adult baby forum. The topic read, “Seriously?! Who Robs a Pizzeria?!” Could this have been it? Taking a deep breath, I clicked the link, and was sent to adult baby community’s website where the details of the post were. The topic was started by user IttyBittyBabyBear84, the day after the robbery happened. It talked about the robbery right here in Jansville, and was worded nearly identical to what Michael had posted on his social media page. A slew of replies were found as well, some from this particular user, one reading the following: Yeah, it’s crazy. It was only a couple of blocks from the computer shop I work for. This doesn’t usually happen in my town, so it was a shock to everyone. We don’t have anything other than panic buttons at my store. It makes me a bit nervous that at any time, someone could just come in and rob the store. I’m not much of a fighter, but I guess if someone was going to kick my ass, at least the diapers would lessen the blow a bit! Computer store? In Jansville? By the pizzeria? Diapers? This had to be Michael. I clicked on IttyBittyBabyBear84’s avatar, a baby blue bear wearing a very thick looking diaper and sucking a pacifier, and was brought to his user page. His age was 34, and he indicated on his profile that he lived “in South Wisconsin”, which is what a lot of people in Jansville say when people ask where it is. The profile also revealed he was part AB, part DL, which I soon found (thanks to my research) meant adult baby and diaper lover. I was onto him. The more research I did, the more the puzzle pieces fit together...and the more I found out about Micharl’s little hobby, no pun intended. It looked like the bad breakup I’d discovered earlier was a result of his fetish, and it also looked like he struggled quite a bit with feeling lonely and stressed out. Some posts indicated he sometimes wore diapers because it turned him on, and other times it was strictly for comfort. All of his fantasies were there, too, from being randomly but playfully forced into diapers and babied by “a loving but mischievous girlfriend” to having someone sweetly speak to him and cuddle and cradle him, comforting him while he wore his diapers. The list went on, but we’d be here all day if I told you everything. Things took an even more interesting turn when I refreshed IttyBittyBabyBear84’s profile page, and happened to find a new post. This one read, “Almost Got Caught Today” in the title. “Aha!” I said aloud, clicking the link immediately, being led to another post: So, everyone. I’ve been feeling pretty awful this week and decided to wear to work, thinking it’d help cheer me up a bit. It was going pretty good! But this awful woman started yelling at me when I couldn’t fix her computer. I was so stressed that I literally wanted to cry, or shout at her, or do anything to make her go away. Then, this really pretty, short brunette with these hazel eyes intervened and scared the old woman off! It was amazing! She was really sweet, and really sassy, and she freaking loves PCs! She loves them probably as much as I do! We talked about our rigs for a while! But anyway, this sweet woman needed thermal paste, so I led her to it, and I was so dumbfounded and distracted by how nice and pretty she was, that I didn’t realize my shirt had untucked from the back of my pants. There’s no way she DIDN’T hear my diaper, and I think she might’ve seen it, too. I swear I could almost feel her eyes checking out my butt when I was bending down. Thank God she didn’t say anything. I’d be ruined. I’d have probably quit my job and moved away. Granted, I could’ve probably gotten away with telling her I was incontinent or something, but then I’d feel like an asshole for lying to such a beautiful woman. Never wearing a diaper to work AGAIN. This was it! The absolute proof I needed that it was Michael! I clicked my tongue and “tsk’d” my screen, smiling by what I’d found. No, I wasn’t going to use this to ruin Michael, because as I said before, he’s cute. And honestly, after reading more of his backstory, I felt kinda bad for him. But, being the silly and awkward woman I am, I thought it’d be a little fun to maybe toy with him a bit, even convincing myself that it might be fun to indulge the guy..or, baby guy..or little guy? Dude? Person? The itty, bitty, baby bear. And who knew that it’d lead to him becoming my itty bitty baby bear? My next visit would be quite fun!

That's what I enjoy about the supplements; It's doing exactly what it should do to my system. When I feel the urge to go, it doesn't take much to push out a soft load. Sometimes it's on the smaller side, but today it was large and explosive, and one heck of a cleanup. I just leaned forward slightly and filled up the entire back of my diaper until it ran out of room and instead pushed towards the front as well.

Training Her Baby Part 4 She pulled the van to a stop in the McDonald's parking lot. "Really we're going to eat here?" He asked. "Well since you were out playing with your friends we don't really have time for anywhere else, and this is appropriate for you don't ya think?" she said. "Yeah I guess," he said as he started to open the door. "Wait, we have to talk," she said and he closed the door. "Do you like being my baby girl?" she asked. "Yeah, I mean, its what I've always dreamed of, but I mean I'm not sure about..." "About what?" she said. "About this, about going to a kids movie, and wearing out in public," he answered. "Well, now you're lying, you've worn diapers in public before, I know you have," she said. "How do you know?" he asked. "I'm not stupid dear," she replied and he was silent. "OK, so I feel like I'm standing on a ledge here, a big part of me thinks this is crazy, and that I've lost my mind, but another part of me thinks its sweet and loves being a mommy but I what I will not be is your sex worker," she said. "Umm, I'd never want that," he said. "Really, you want me to be your mommy on you schedule, you want to be a helpless little toddler, but one who does whatever he wants and ignores his mommy after he's got his jollies," she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were feeling ignored," he said. "You've been ignoring me for the 6 years we've been married," she said and he just looked down. "So here's the new rules, from now on you are my child and I am your parent, if you want to go somewhere or do something you ask permission. You will wear what I put on you, and you will do what I tell you. If you break the rules you will be punished like a child. I promise you I'll never put you in a situation that will result in you losing your job or being outed to your friends or family," she explained. "Umm, OK." he said. "Now if you decide that you don't like these rules you should know that I'll be leaving, and filing for divorce, you should also know I've built an impressive photo collection of you and will be keeping it." He gulped, "I would never want that." "So this our contract, say, I'll be your little girl Mommy," she ordered. "I'll be your little girl Mommy," he said quietly. "Say, I'll be your good little girl Mommy, and this time say it like you mean it," she said. "I'll be your good little girl mommy," he said and felt an erection growing in his diapers. With that she seemed satisfied and they went into eat, she ordered for him, he was expecting her to humiliate him with a happy meal, but instead she ordered him a Big Mac meal, though with the largest drink available. "I want you to drink that all up," she said. Once it was finished she got him a refill and ordered him to drink it as well before they left. He dutifully sucked down the coke zero all the while feeling his diaper get wetter.

Wow....just wow. Please, do not listen to this! It's very simple: If you're not comfortable with something, you have every right NOT to want it to happen. I don't care if she is your mommy. a Mommy/little relationship is all about respect and trust. It is NOT about complete control regardless if you're comfortable with it or not. If you want them to ask permission (or don't even want them to touch you at all) you say so.

Your soft approach is appropriate for kids who really can't voluntarily control their eliminations because of a medical condition or delayed maturation. However, some kids choose not to control their bladder or bowels simply because they like wearing diapers and don't want to exercise the self-control demanded of them by toilet training. Exasperated parents may then resort to enforced diaper punishment as a means of bringing additional peer pressure to solve the problem. The big trick is knowing when the incontinence is medical problem and when it is a result of childish obstinacy. I very much disagree with the premise that CPS knows better than the parents about how to raise and train their children. Certainly, there are exceptional circumstances where CPS intervention is justified. However, I believe it is an unjustified abridgment of parental rights when CPS intervenes because parents have spanked their children or have allowed their children to play in the neighborhood without direct parental supervision. Remember that 50 or more years ago, multigenerational families often lived is close proximity to each other. So, parents could often rely on grandparents to help raise the children and provide the experiential guidance on what works and what doesn't. In that way, earlier errors are not repeated with each generation. These days, many people move away from home because of employment opportunities and lose the support of their close relatives. Parents are not born knowing how to raise a child. The old joke is, "Children don't come with instruction manuals." Many parents are only a few years removed from being children themselves. They are going to make mistakes. As many of us here on this site can attest, diaper punishment is almost certainly going to be ineffective and likely to have unintended consequences. Often, staying in diapers is exactly what kids want. They have worn diapers since birth. Diapers allow immediate relief from the discomfort of a full bladder or bowel with minimal consequences. They don't understand why they should change and start exercising self-control. If a child is being obstinate and refusing to be toilet trained, the course of least resistance for an exhausted, exasperated parent is to let the child continue wearing diapers. However, making it obvious that the kid is still wearing diapers when his peers have outgrown them may get results with peer pressure where parental discipline has failed. This method only becomes a form of abuse if the parent has failed to eliminate organic problems as the reason for the child's lack of toilet training and the parent continues forcing a child to accomplish something he is physically incapable of doing.

Well sorry for taking so long, but I ended going to the store yesterday, had a great experience and went back today. I was nervous at first, dry mouth, kinda edgy, but when I walked in, it was a relief. I was greeted by a young man, whom told me just ask if I need any help, the pointed me to the AB stuff. I went over there and it was bliss, onsies, snappies, all kinds of designer diapers. Bethany was not there both days and I didn't get to meet her, but the nice, young woman helped me out a lot and even listened to me and how I was a bit nervous and all that. She told many come in for what I do. She showed me the new Halloween onesies they have from Australia. She was so sweet. Anyways it was just overall a great experience and I loved it. I also feel that I represented the AB/DL community very well. I was treated with respect and not as a weirdo, As I was talking to the girl she even mentioned teddycon and if I were going. I expected the AB/DL stuff to be in some dark, hidden corner of the shop like some porno movies hidden away in a video store, but nope, front and center with everything else. People there for actual medical needs walk right past the AB/DL stuff in plain sight and I didn't care at all. I wonder what "normal" people think when they see adult diapers with all the cute prints, adult onesies and adult binkies? lol....This one old man was sitting on a recliner in the store in direct view of the AB/DL stuff, waiting for his prescription. I don't think h realized what it all was until the girl showed me the new Halloween onesies they got, then he kinda got up and made a small noise of disgust, sort of. I got the vibe he was thinking WTF and didn't want to be there, but I didn't care. All I know is I never thought AB/DL would be getting mainstream like this....It's big money for medical supply stores, apparently and they told me they sometimes can't keep up in stock. I had no idea this thing is so big......Oh those days I thought it was just me..... It was a 110% awesome and great experience, I'm so glad I went for it and I will be back there at some points. This was also the absolute first time I have ever talked to someone in person about my "thing".... I feel much relief and a lot more comfortable within myself. There are really understanding and great people left in this world....Bethany and her crew are some of them! Sorry for all the typos and such....I am excited and just want to get this written. Here is a picture of my shopping purchases....I got quite a bit!!

I wear plastic pants over disposables but also love the feel without a diaper/nappy against my skin. Love the smell, feel and crinkle of my plastic pants!

For the record, I regressed back to sleep wetting before the Internet when there was nothing available on the subject. Looking for ideas, I spent hours reading and rereading the bed-wetting section in child rearing books. They all said pretty much the same – build up daytime control, no diapers, restrict fluids before bed, fully wake child after an accident. So day after day I – 1) emptied bladder every hour or so long before the need arose 2) drank additional fluid (in the beginning a beer or two) before bed 3) wore thick cloth night diapers 4) waking with the urge nonchalantly used diaper drifting back to sleep Worked for me!!!

My mother would always make me wear a nappy for long journeys until I was about 8 or 9 years old because I often wet my self and my Dad would have gone mad if I had peed on his car seats.