lil_stinkie

i like to read pretty much anything abdl although, i have a preference for stories involving a minor protagonist, as there, i find the most escapism. i REALLY love when the author involves some kind of potty humor in their writing. i also love when a caretaker in story is super supportive and nurturing. i dont like forced, or detailed descriptions of a character in distress.

i'm, i remember vhs, but at that time the only tapes i was watching was seseme street and barney and friends, old. i'm, remember the time when holding your phone up to the radio and pressing record was a legitimate way to get a new ringtone, old

hey guys, im looking for a story, i know the name "diaper town USA" or "diapertown usa" or "diapertownusa" it has a second part that was called "diaper town usa continued..." from my memory, it involves a family who moves to a to a town where everyone wears diapers. the main plot revolves around a boy, and his journey to accept this new lifestyle. it seems to be inaccessible from googles search results, and i cannot remember if it was posted here or elsewhere.

this raises a very important question. is it fragrance for my ass? or, ass scented fragrance?

i want to learn this ability!

Having been part of the abdl community for most of my life, I have yet to transition to a full-blown experience. Most of my fantasies are lived out in fiction, and the times my alter ego takes over is sparrotic and infrequent, I do this because I find that I enjoy my AK time more, when it is a treat, although there are some things I would like to add to my routine. My AK time involves, watching cartoons in the buff (I never was fond of clothing XD), working on my colouring in book with the cartoons in the background. My teddy bear (a relic from my infancy) beside me. The moment in time I'm trying to re-capture, is the carefree days of Saturday morning cartoons, a time when I would have nothing on my mind, and everything at the same time. I'm really curious about others experience, I LOVE reading about this sort of thing.

the best thing about childhood is the ability to learn these things trough trail and error. its only through experience do we learn. i'm glad you caught it before a rash developed OWWIE!

The best thing about being an adult, no grownups to tell you you've had too much candy ? The worst thing about being an adult, no grownups to tell you you've had too much candy ??

Been watching dexters laboratory recently, I really enjoyed it when it was still airing, I I O D O L I S E D Dexter as a child, a super smart kid, who makes cool inventions. Rewatching it as an adult, I can say the series really holds up, the storylines are interesting. The humour hasn't been dated. 10/10 recommend rewatching to those that have watched before. Also, recently, I've tried really hard to get into the rugrats reboot, being a diehard fan of the orginal show, but I just can't do it, I can't put my finger on it, but it really hits different, and not in a good way. Has anyone else seen the reboot? what did you think of it?

i cant pinpoint the exact moment, as the memory is fuzzy that early in life. i do remember my mother used to encourage me to use the toilet, by saying i wouldn't be allowed to go to "big boy school" if i still wore nappies it was not long after consistently making it to the toilet, did i attend primary (elementary) school. so she must have stopped at around 5 years old i required both my parents to assist in wiping for quite some time, as, when left on my own, i failed to clean properly, resulting in an uncomfortable anus this would have stopped around 7-8 when i was 13, was the last time an adult had cleaned my bottom. i was in a Chinese buffet with my father and his girlfriend. the food was of bad quality, there definitely was some "expired" ingredients. i rushed to the toilet, expecting to poo like normal. before i could pull my pants down, liquid diarrhea shot out of my butt, resulting in the teenage equivalent of a baby blowout. it was a lot, and really gross. so i shouted for my father to assist me, not wanting to deal with it myself.

my family had a tradition, every year besides our usual presents from Santa, we would be given a rotten potato. this happened every year, as a reminder that Santa can see the all the bad things we have done throughout the year, you know the usual child tantrums, sibling fighting, and whatnot, so its important to be on our best behavior. fortunately we were never bad enough for Santa to think we were undeserving of real presents as well. i had in later life asked my mother why we didn't get coal instead, she responded "because rotten potatoes are cheaper than coal"

thanks for the welcome, i'm still amazed that something i thought of as an unusual fantasy of mine, has a thriving community of like minded people.

hello my name is james, im a 25 year old from Australia. i have been in the abdl community since i was 12, i really enjoy reading abdl stories here and elsewhere. these stories can be really interesting, i'm partial to a bit of potty humour (i know lol, i never really grew out of it) and also reading about other adult kids and their caretaker, a well written piece has the ability to take me back to my youth, and that is a feeling i enjoy very much. Enough about me, apart from that i'm just your average boring grown up. my alter ego would also like to tell you a bit about himself. hey guys my name is Jamie, I'm 7 and a half, i like to play with my iPad, draw, and dance. i live with my mummy, Klara and my big sister Ashley. my mummy is very busy, she is a lawyer, it means she helps bad guys talk to the judge, the judge is this guy, he wears a funny wig, kinda like he is playing dressups, i LOVE playing dressups, and has to listen to if the bad guy did what they said he did. oh and he has a hammer, like THOR. anyway. because mummy is very busy, she's not home a lot. my big sister looks after me, Ashley says she loves me, but im not sure what love is, my friends say its when you get butterflies in your tummy, but, i dont get butterflies in my tummy. if i had butterflies in my tummy that means i could fly. i love playing with my sister, but sometimes she doesn't like cleaning my poopy butt (tehehe), im still in diapers, some big kids dont wear diapers, they pee and poop in the toilet, i dont like the toilet, there's a monster in there you know. my friends at school also wear diapers. ohh, about school. i dont go to a regular school. my mummy says its because I'm special, so i go to a school just for kids who are special like me, its, like really fun, we gets to play games, and DANCE. i gotta go now, bye.

Tying my own shoe laces was a struggle for me, i always prefered velcro sandles over sneakers. i remember my father, who insisted that i know to tie my own shoes before starting my school years, i remember the frustration he displayed as he tried every trick in the book, rabbit ears, a close up demonstration, guiding my hands. i just wouldn't get it. it happened to be that at that moment in time, spongebob also had a problem with laces. i learned to tie my shoes from the jingle and shoe tying montage "You gotta take a lace in each hand You go over and under again You make a loop de loop and pull And your shoes are lookin' cool!"