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  1. Let's see - this is a complete story, but I'm only giving it to you a chapter at a time. Does that make me the Grinch, or is it in the spirit of the holiday? Well, either way, here's the first one. Hope you enjoy! Ornaments 1 Gina blushed as they walked toward the entrance of the mall, clutching Daddy's arm tightly. She couldn't believe she'd let him talk her into this. Under her heavy overcoat, under the long skirt she wore, was one of the Tranquility ATN's he'd been putting on her at home during the day on occasion, what he referred playfully to as her “little-girl panties”. At home, they made her feel little, playful, and very affectionate toward Daddy, much the same way the much thicker Drynite 24/7's made her feel at bedtime. She'd even gotten somewhat used to wetting them, though she was very fussy about being changed immediately after. But here, now, in spite of all the layers of clothes, Gina could hear the rustle. And she was quite certain everyone in the mall would be able to hear it too. But Daddy said they needed to go shopping for an ornament, something to celebrate their first Christmas together, and he hadn't given Gina any time to think about what she was wearing before he helped her put her overcoat on and whisked her out the door. By the time it sank in what was happening, it was much too late to protest. Daddy was very strict about Gina wearing panties of some sort at all time. It was a bad habit she used to have before she met him, going commando, and during the week, when they were apart, she had to send Daddy a picture of her in the panties she chose each day before going to “school”, and then show him that she still had them on when they video chatted in the evening. She actually enjoyed those little show-and-tell moments, and she suspected Daddy did as well. A cold gust of wind bit their cheeks, and they quickened their pace. It was such a relief when they passed through the air curtain and into the warmth of the food court. “So, where shall we start our search?” Daddy asked. “Um...” Gina was trying not to fixate on her underwear, but it wasn't working very well. “How about Justice?” His sly smile gave away his real intent there. There was only one reason ever to go to Justice, and that was to add to Gina's growing collection of very little-girly hair accessories, barrettes, headbands, and other oddities that just made the 42-year-old look that much more like a 3-year-old when she looked in the mirror after Daddy dressed her on the weekends. Not that Gina didn't enjoy the heck out of it. She loved feeling little, and looking the part just pulled her that much deeper into her little-space. “Daddy, there's no ornaments in there!” It was a distraction, and it was helping. She had to give him that. “There aren't? Well where do you think we could find some?” “Macy's has a whole Christmas section, Daddy!” “Ah yes, I seem to recall it right near the little girl's section. Perhaps we can find you something pretty to wear while we're there?” “Daddy! We're supposed to be shopping for ornaments, not baby clothes!” Being five feet tall and very slender made for constant awkward moments whenever they were near girls' clothes, since she could easily fit a girls' 14, and routinely wore girls' size 12 jeans because of how tiny her ass was. “Well then by all means, let's go shopping!” Daddy playfully swatted her on the bottom, redirecting her attention right back to the thick padding hidden underneath those clothes. No girls' size 12 jeans were fitting over her current underwear, that was for certain. She blushed deeply as they began to make their way through the crowds, his hand on the small of her back. They didn't go straight to Macy's, though. They wound up stopping at Justice, where she found the absolute cutest little headband with a cluster of pink flowers over the top. And they stopped at Hallmark, to look at their little ornament offerings. There were lots of adorable ones there, and she would have bought them all just because they were so cute, but nothing really said “Daddy and babygirl,” especially not for this, their first Christmas together. They stopped at Bath and Body Works too, just because she loved smelling all the smells, not to mention watching Daddy cringe at all the smells. Lobbying for a rather expensive gift pack got her what she really wanted, which was a bottle of “Sea Foam Cotton” scented body wash she'd been lusting after for weeks. Then the inevitable happened. She had to pee. She was sure this little shopping trip would be done and over before she had to face this. The worst part was, her body almost betrayed her right away, as relaxed as she'd become wearing diapers and wetting them over those few months. But she couldn't do that, not here! People would see! They'd know she was peeing herself! Everyone would know! And what if it leaked?! She'd be mortified! Everyone in the mall would laugh at her, with pee in her socks! She froze stock-still right at the entrance to Macy's, feeling the heat fill her face, and her knees buckled in not very subtle fashion. “What's wrong, princess?” Daddy whispered. “I gotta go pee, Daddy!” she whispered back, her voice trembling. “So what's stopping you?” “I don't wanna do it here! Everyone will see!” “Everyone will see right through your overcoat and under your dress and watch you pee in your pampers?” “No, they'll see my potty-face, and they'll know what I'm doing!” “And you really think all these people are going to stop and pay attention to you instead of worrying about what they're here to do, which is go Christmas shopping? Close enough attention to recognize that someone they've never met looks like she might be going tinkle in the middle of the store instead of the bathroom?” “No, but...” “But you're just being silly, then. Come on, let's go find a pretty ornament for the tree.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him in a side hug, kissing her forehead. And that was that. Daddy had issued the verdict, and she knew making a scene would be far more humiliating here and now, not to mention painful later over Daddy's knee, than what was about to happen. They moved through the store, him setting a brisk pace that forced her to abandon any attempt to clench. Within minutes she was leaking, and the heat rose up into her face as she stared at the escalator stairs in front of her. They stepped on, and she finished her business, the swollen warm mass between her legs simultaneously comforting and teasing her. She wanted a change. Even at home, she hated sitting in a wet diaper very long. Didn't matter how meticulous Daddy was about putting cream and powder down there to make her feel dry, that was still her pee, and it was still wrapped around her waist, and she wanted out of it. But a change now would mean trudging all the way back out to the truck in this cold weather, not to mention the mortal fear of some passerby catching a glimpse while Daddy changed her in the back of the truck. And there was no way Daddy was going to just let her take it off and dispose of it in the ladies' room. Little girls needed to be wearing panties, that's all there was to it. And then she saw it. There, hanging on the fake tree set up in the Christmas department, she saw it. The most perfect ornament for their first Christmas together. She reached out and picked it up by the string. “Oh Daddy. It's perfect...” Wet diaper was forgotten. Shame and embarrassment was forgotten. The crowd was forgotten. All else ceased to exist but her, and Daddy, and the perfect little ornament. He smiled broadly and pulled her close to him. “It's adorable. Just like you, babygirl. A perfect ornament for our first Christmas tree together. Good girl!” Her toes curled involuntarily, and pleasant little electric shocks shuddered up and down her spine, as they always did when he said those two words... ---- Gina smiles as she hangs it on the tree, right at eye level, right in the front, right where it belongs. Their very first Christmas together, commemorated with a little girl, head full of blonde curls, snuggled up in a red blanket with white fur trim at the base of a beautiful Christmas tree. “Baby girl's first Christmas,” it read on the placard below. She takes a long look at it, and a sigh escapes her lips. She reaches back down into the box...
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  2. I twisted my wrists against the cuffs, the faux fur lining had long gone from a tickling novelty to a scratchy irritant, my sweat slick and sticky. It was my fault, I had to have the cute purple ones. I was a hot mess all over, my hair was stuck down to my forehead, the sweat trickling down in runnels and I couldn’t bring my hands down to wipe my eyes, all because of my stupid cute purple cuffs. My arms and shoulders ached from my hands being tied above me, least my pillow kept my back reasonably ache free, though it’d need a wash when I was done. I sucked greedily at the gag, nursing the teat had become a total reflex action after all these long hours. The thin milky stuff that I knew was loaded with laxatives and diuretics, had kept well hydrated, though my poor tummy did look bloated from drinking all that formula. I wanted to poke it, just to make sure I somehow hadn’t gained the baby fat she was always teasing me with. Sure little babies are chubby but I don’t want that many Xs in my clothing labels thank you very much. It was probably just bloating and water retention, not the damn cuffs would let me check. As I looked down, I noticed the drool trails, my tits were covered in slobber, like a dog had been licking them or something and it was all going south. Not that there was much dry down there any more. When this was all over I was gonna have one hell of a bath, with bubbles! With a sigh I wiggled my legs trying to find a dry place but no, there was nowhere. I could see the underside of the thighs and calves were turning red and had starting to itch, that bath could not come soon enough. I noticed more rivulets of pee escaping my completely soaked and full diaper. I hope the plastic mattress holds up. I was peeing, again. I know she wants me to be totally diaper dependant but surely that means using the diaper not drowning in my own pee. Thankfully I’d kicked my stuffies out of my crib when the leaks had started, they didn’t deserve to drown, though I really wish I could cuddle them right now. I could Ms Bunny, just, if I craned my neck she was laying there on the cold hardwood staring up at the ceiling, like she was saying ‘What has become of my life?’ Right with you there sister. Every time I shifted a little I felt the mess surrounding me, the sodden thick diaper so bloated with my pee, and the gross mess underneath me. It was so cold and clammy and I couldn’t help but blush each time I felt it I remembered the powerful, humiliating orgasm I’d had when I messed myself. She’d said those tapes would turn me into a diaper slut, I’d barely needed the magic wand she’s tape to my diaper for the first few hours. Now it just lay there, dead, even the duct tape she’d used to attach it was starting to peel off. Least if the damn thing was still working I’d have something to take my mind off all this. The room stank, shit, piss and sweat, though most embarrassingly the smell of my sex. Just remembering how I’d strained and squirmed, desperate for more, all while those tapes played their damned music. But now it’d all ran out, except my bladder it seems. She’d done this to me! She’d toyed and played until I was her perfect baby doll. What kind of pervert makes a grown woman piss and shit herself and then makes her love it. Oh gods, she’d laughed her ass off that time in the grocery store. Me biting my fist, trying to stop the moaning, squatting in the middle of the isle like a damn toddler. It was probably the best orgasm of my life. I’d let her do this to me, and begged for it. The attention, the love, the cuddles, the pampering, both literal and figurative. That first date after she’d told me what she wanted. Walking through the park at sunset, wearing that first diaper, it’d seemed so ludicrously thick, how I learned. Being pushed on the swings, holding her hand as I climbed up the slide. Her hand on my crotch and making out as I wet the first time, climaxing there on the swings as she kissed me and telling me over and over what a good girl I was and how she’d take care of everything. I laid back the best I could and stared up at the ceiling. The unicorn mobile we’d made together hung there, each needle felted steed mid gallop or in the case of one particularly silly one shooting rainbows out of it’s butt. The stars, moons and planets stuck to the ceiling were just being to take on their greenish glow as the evening’s light faded. That had been such a fun Christmas when we’d first put this nursery together, knitting big baby blankets, embroidering cute and naughty messages on bibs and diaper covers. We’d gotten so silly painting this room, of course I was only allowed to paint in just my diaper, which was totally unfair, so I painted the seat of her jeans so she could join me in just, all be it in thinner, undies. It was a good thing we planned to take up the carpet anyway She’d been late before but never this late. I always said to take the bus back if she had to ride in late night traffic. That bike just was not safe, and she never put stabilises on it like mine! That was just reckless. I still can believe she pulled that off. Where did she ever manage to find the design of the bike I had at age seven, the exact same Disney princess design. Then getting it painted on a grown up bicycle, even the tassels matched! That woman is a witch. Gods I hope she’s okay. What if she’s been killed, side swiped by some idiot tech bro’s Mercedes, and then Mom finds me here like a week from now, dead from diaper rash and lack of hugs. No she’s okay, she’s got to be. Mommy. I woke late with a start, tears still clinging to my lashes, the door had just banged open. What now, burglars? Clowns? Vampires? Vampire Clowns? Vampire Clowns who wanted to steal the TV? Vampire Clowns who wanted to steal Ms Bunny! It was full dark now, only the dim glow of my ceiling planetarium, the lack of a proper night light was upsetting me more than I though it would. Fresh tears were pouring down my face, I groaned into my gag and squirmed against my bonds, trying to hide without even thinking. The corridor light clicked on and I heard the click of heels rushing towards me, till a silhouette blocked the light. In the flash of the room light turning on she was at my crib side. She hadn’t even taken her helmet off, red faced like she’d run a marathon, the scarf I knitted her last christmas dangling from her neck. “Oh my gods Princess I’m so so sorry, you’re such a mess. There was a thing at work and then the traffic, I’m sorry, sorry, sorry”. She kept repeating the last as she undid the restraints and picked me up hugging me tight too her, still whispering “sorry, sorry, sorry”. We stood there; hugging tight together, both crying with a tickle from me dripping steadily on the floor. “Quick let’s get you out of this horrid thing” she said once we broke apart slightly. “Bath” I croaked through my tears and disused voice. “Of course princess”, she first quickly undid the tapes of my diaper, that were barely holding on anyway, and picked me up bare bum to the world. Not caring in the least that I was dribbling on her fancy work coat. I rested my head on her shoulder as she carried me to my long awaited bath. I whispered in my croaky voice. “love you Mommy”. “Love you baby”. The end
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  3. A cooking channel on I sometimes watch on YT just posted an episode on hot chocolate. There are AB references starting at about 1:57. Surprisingly positive about the fetish. Plus, some perfectly servicable hot chocolate recipies, though I would have added cayenne. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUCdVX89zb8
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  4. Hell no. They thought it was sick and my mom thought it was twisted and refused to let me have diapers. Then when I was old enough to drive and got my license, I started buying my own and that time they didn't take them away and while my dad acted cool about it, my mom was narrow about it. Would try to shame me about it and she loathed the whole diaper thing.
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  5. Being exposed is best away from home, family, coworkers, and friends.
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  6. It always surprises me how the average person immediately associates infantilism with pedophilia. What they are unaware of is the fact that--at least in my case--my interest in wearing diapers began around age six or seven, which was way before puberty kicked in and a long time before I had any sexual feelings while wearing diapers.
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  7. Yes and no. Sometimes I wake slightly when I start to pee, but drifts back to sleep during. Other times not, I'm just wet in the morning with no memory of going in my diaper Sendt fra min BTV-W09 med Tapatalk
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  8. I sleep right through even if I flood my diaper and get the bed wet
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