BabyStevie26

This one's more of a general question than looking for a specific story. I was wondering what stories are around with a setting such that a portion of the population wearing diapers is not just uncommon, but expected and/or enforced. The obvious example would be the Diaper Dimension stories. A couple of other examples would be Bad Seed (where regression therapy putting people into diapers is commonplace), Shady Grove (not on this board to my knowledge, but a story featuring a town where boys potty train at eighteen and women are potty trained at their husbands' discretion), or a story of my own, Trading Spaces, featuring a parallel universe where potty training starts at eighteen and no sooner. Thanks in advance.

I'll take a look at those and went ahead and got the Kindle version of the originally story (May as well support the author). I mostly meant "born in captivity" as a figure of speech, though that can potentially be what a Little born in an amazon household ultimately counts as.

Hello, off and on lurker here. Recently I've been attracted to the Diaper Dimension stories and am about to try my first foray into the world myself.

I just got the game last night (did the midnight event) and I'm enjoying it a lot so far. I'm eager to try out online battling too, so I'm posting for discussion of the game itself as well as for any who wish Friend Codes so everyone can battle it out with one another. My info: Profile Name: Steve Friend Code: 3866-7676-5396 Hope to see everyone either here or online.

Currently, my absolute favorite anime/manga is One Piece by Eiichiro Oda. I'm a Shonen fan in general, with other series I'm interested in being Naruto, Bleach, and most recently Fairy Tail. Though I do like other genre, the occasional shojo is good, and I love slice-of-life comedies like Azumanga Daioh or Yotsuba&.

A friend just told me that tomorrow morning on a radio talk show, one of the people there will be suffering through a punishment we would probably enjoy. On the Mark & Brian Radio Program, one of the crew, Frank, has lost a bet (I think regarding football season, but I forget) and will, as a result, be required to go into a public place while wearing a diaper (under sweats) and then wet it. http://www.955klos.com/markandbrian/ The site for the show, it comes on in the West Coast at 6am, I believe, and runs to 9am, on KLOS 95.5 (at least where I am in Southern California). The link up there is the show's main site, and may have information on how/when/where else it airs.

NO FURYCHAPTER ONE "Who Really Runs a Household" BY BabyStevie26 Several hours later, Jeff sat on the sofa, watching his wife of over three years play on the living room floor in just her underwear. It might have been sexy, if "underwear" didn't actually mean "diaper" and "play" didn't actually mean "play." Somehow, Lanette (or Nettie, as she insisted on being called) had stockpiled all sorts of small childrens' toys without Jeff being any the wiser. Everything from rattles and stacking rings to those pullstring toys which teach children that cows say moo. She had done a lot of things without him being the wiser, really. She had subtly maneuvered the couple's finances and property such that, were they to divorce, she'd get just about everything no matter how it came down. Which meant that not only could he not break it off with her without being in a tight spot, he had to make sure she didn't break anything off with him. Which left him here, playing Daddy to his overgrown baby of a wife. She had first confessed it to him not long before they'd married, and he hadn't much liked the idea. She had tried without success to broach the subject again early on, when the couple had been trying out some new things. In the end Jeff had made Lanette promise to put her childish things away. Obviously, however, she still entertained herself in secret. As did he, for that matter. Eventually, Jeff and Lanette had drifted apart and were hardly ever intimate. He had not long after met Colleen. They had had quite the fling the past couple years. He thought he had been careful, be discreet. But, as he watched his wife somersault across the floor, he realized he had been up against a master. There had to be a way out of this. He was being blackmailed for crying out loud! But would anybody else see it that way? He was every bit free to leave as she was to cut him off. To make it worse, Colleen had actually been pressuring him to leave Lanette for her. Well, he had no argument on that point. But Lanette was a working woman and the big earner of the two. Jeff himself had a job, but it had been almost unnecessary by comparison until now. "Daddy?" said a tiny voice. Jeff turned away from his thoughts and looked at Lanette. "What?" "Nettie hungee." Lanette said. "You know where the kitchen is." "Daddy feed Nettie." she told him. "Oh, fine!" Jeff took Nettie's hand (she wouldn't move until he did) and sat her down on a kitchen chair. As he tried to ignore Lanette's comments to herself about getting a high chair, he poured a cup of orange juice and set it on the table. Before he could turn around to get something out of the cupboard, she picked up the cup with both hands and brought to her mouth. She tipped it too far, however, and wound up spilling the juice all over the table, her face, the floor, and her shirt. Jeff could only stare as Lanette sat there, smiling as if there was nothing wrong. "Mo' peese." she told him. "So you can just spill it?!" he asked. Lanette sighed. "There's bottles in the second cupboard to your left." she said, breaking role, "Pour some juice into one of those. Oh, and don't forget the bibs in the drawer next to the silverware. I don't plan on being a messy eater tonight, but you never know." Grumbling, Jeff did as told and poured some more juice into an oversized baby bottle and grabbed one of the equally oversize bibs (Where did she get this stuff?). When Jeff turned around to put the bib on Lanette he found her sitting where he'd left her, only while his back was turned she had taken off her shirt. "Thicky." she lisped. Jeff decided to just ignore this and bibbed her. He prepared a quick hamburger dinner and, at Lanette's insistence, cut it up for her and helped feed her. Later, Jeff did the dishes, making sure to turn the water on as high as possible so the noise would drown out Lanette's loud sucking on her bottle. As he cleaned, Jeff's mind busied itself wondering if Lanette was intentinally sucking loudly or if it was just from drinking out of a nipple. "Daddy?" Nettie said from the table. "What?" Jeff asked irritably. He turned around to see Lanette had stood up and was now doing what Jeff quickly realized was an adult sized version of the "pee-pee dance." "I gotsa go potty." she said, fidgeting back and forth. "Potty? What for? Aren't you supposed to be wearing your 'potty?'" he asked, making hand-quotes on the second potty, "You're supposed to love going in your pants, so just do it already!" The silence that followed Jeff's words told him he had made a big mistake. "Fine." she said, stopping the pee-pee dance and scowling at him, "But just remember I tried to be nice about it." Jeff watched in confusion as Lanette suddenly bent her knees and made a strange face. He listened as she strained and gave a tiny grunt of effort. It wasn't until the olfactory senses kicked in that he realized what she was actually doing. "Oh shit!" he cried out as he tried to back away and hit the kitchen counter. He watched in horror as she just stood there, hunched over and pushing. Several minutes later, she stood up straight, the back of her pants noticably larger and droopy; the front yellowed and sagging. "Daddy?" "What?" he asked miserably. "Nettie went poo-poo..." Lanette said, looking down at the floor. "I'll say you did!" Jeff said, holding his nose, "And don't just stand there pretending you're ashamed of crapping yourself!" "Okay." Lanette said, a grin on her face. She suddenly sat back on her chair at the table. She looked up and him, her expression as though she was moments away from crying. "I didn't mean to sit down and pretend!" Jeff screamed. "Daddy change." Lanette said. "Oh, no way! No way in Hell." "Daddy change." Lanette repeated, with more ice in her tone. "No." "Then Daddy can get the hell out of this apartment." Jeff considered this for a few moments. There was a way to salvage this whole thing. There had to be. If he had to put up with his wife's insanity for a little, so be it. "Fine!" he said, "I'll change you..." "Don't forget the wipes and rash cream!" Lanette called as he went into the bedroom. When Jeff came out moments later with the necessary supplies, Lanette laid down on the living room floor so he could get to work. God, this stink's horrible! Jeff thought as he kneeled down in front of Lanette. It was made several times worse when he finally fumbled the tapes off and opened the diaper. Her sitting down had spread the mess all over her rear, her front, and every other nook and cranny inside of the diaper. It was too much for Jeff. Green in the face, he covered his mouth and ran for the bathroom. When he was finished throwing up, he returned to the living room to find Lanette hadn't moved so much as a muscle. Seeing no other alternative, he sat back down in front of his wife's messy rear to try again. Lanette just lay there, as though oblivious to all around her. She spoke up only long enough to say "Wuss." I don't need this! Jeff thought as he wiped Lanette clean. He used the front part of the dirty diaper initially, as per Lanette's instructions when he went right for the wipes first. Many wipes and several instances of gagging later, Jeff had finally cleaned every last bit of her diaper area. He rubbed some of the rash ointment on a red spot Lanette told him about and rediapered her. The dirty diaper was disposed of in a diaper pail Lanette showed him in her bedroom. Jeff looked at his wife, now in her clean diaper and smiling as if that meant that all was right with the world. Jeff didn't dare ask what was next. Nothing could be worse than what he'd just endured. AUTHOR NOTES I hope you enjoyed these first bits of "No Fury." I really like this idea, as I don't think I've ever seen a diaper story where the person in diapers was the dominant one. I intend to hopefully finish this story at some point and possibly even resume by unfinished and neglected work "Bargain." Also, I'm trying to think of ideas for Lanette and Jeff's power struggle. I've got a couple, but I'm also open to suggestions. Full credit will be given to anyone whose ideas I use.

NO FURYPROLOGUE "Hell Hath..." BY BabyStevie26 "Please!" he begged, "Don't do this!" She looked at him. He was absolutely desperate. If she waited, he'd be on his knees. It was sad, really. She couldn't help thinking that the man, her husband, had reaped what he'd sown. They'd been married barely three and a half years, and he'd been sleeping with another woman for the last two. She'd been aware of it for the last one, and had spent it preparing for this moment. This confrontation. If all went as it should, things were going to be very nice for a while. "Very well. I'll delay starting proceedings." she said, the 'but' left unsaid but very clearly present. He waited. She knew he could sense what was coming and braced himself. "Jeffy, honey," she began, bending down to look into his downcast eyes, "Do you remember that thing we talked about once?" "...Yes." he muttered. "Good. Because, you see, if you don't want me to take you for all you're worth, there's a price. We have to do it as much as I like. You have to play along, and no complaining." "No way!" he said automatically. "Ah-ah-ah!" she told him, wagging a finger in his face, "Remember, you cheated on me! If you don't want to comply with my demand, you can just leave. Oh!" she said in mock concern, "But, you can't just leave, can you? Oh, sure, you could probably get some alimony, maybe. But those odds are slim, since your infidelity is the problem here. Unless you think... mmm... oh, what's her name?" "Colleen..." "Yes! That's it!" she said, pretending to just remember the name of Jeff's other woman, "Unless you think Colleen will be willing to support you. But you probably don't want to take that kind of chance with your well-being, do you?" Jeff whimpered, confirming she was, indeed, correct. "So, you have your choice. Play along with what I want, or leave and take your chances with Colleen and the big scary world out there." He stood there, his eyes looking at her with a mix of contempt, disgust, and fear. He hated what he was about to agree to. However he had little choice at the moment and he knew it. Price or no price, to keep what he could of his livlihood he had to do it. Jeff nodded. "Okay, then! Let's get started." she said happily. She looked to Jeff, "Start with the pants." With a click the button on the jeans was undone, followed by the zipper. Two reluctant hands then pulled the pants down to the ankles. He reached next for the underwear. Fingers reached into the waistband and pulled them down the legs. Jeff's wife allowed herself a giggle as the underpants were stepped out of. She went and grabbed the object necessary for the next phase and handed it to Jeff. The distaste was clear on his face. But there was nothing he could do at this point. While his wife watched and giggled, Jeff struggled to unfold what she'd given him and put it on properly. After what felt like forever for the both of them, Jeff finally managed to clumsily apply the last tape, sealing on the first of many diapers to come, and the fates of two individuals. "Not the best diapering ever." Jeff was told, "But it will do for now. I'm very happy, now! And, if you know what's good for you, I'm going to stay that way. Am I right?" "... ... Yes, Lanette..." "A-hem!" "Yes, Baby Nettie... Daddy'll take good care of you." "Yay!" Baby Nettie cheered. She danced a pirouette in celebration, loving the crinkling every motion of her now diapered bottom produced. This was going to be very nice, indeed.

Isn't that line from Violet? VIOLET: The only normal one around here is Jack-Jack and he isn't even toilet trained!

Roots/branches from the maze grab Cedric, Harry has a clear run for the cup as Cedric is grabbed, but Harry decides to save Cedric. "Thought you were gonna leave me, take the cup." HARRY: Yeah... me too. From tehre Harry decides they should just do it together.

Yeah. There were no creatures in the maze at all. The only thing that threatened the champions in the maze was the maze itself (closing itself in and rearranging itself).

Actually, the book only showed Harry's dragon test, too. Though in the book you did at least hear about what the other competitors did later. Personally I found the GoF movie kinda disappointing. It's the same problem I had with the Prisoner of Azkaban movie, it was a good movie and all, but inevitably you're going to compare it to the books and it just doesn't hold up. It's no surprise somethings were taken out or glossed over (the Dursleys, the Quidditch World Cup) or changed around (appearance of Barty Crouch Jr.). That stuff is fine. But I can't get over the feeling that too much got removed. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, for instance, is never mentioned, and it becomes fairly big int he plot the next couple of books (well, not vital, but important). Also, Dumbledore came off as too (for lack of a better word) aggresive. Obviously, this doesn't include the one point int he story he's supposed to be aggressive (confronting Barty Crouch Jr.). This one could be biased though, I tend to picture Dumbledore as a fairly happy-go-lucky sort who acts flightier than he really is. The only times I ever remember him being truly serious are when he has to protect his students or when his ability to do so is questioned. It's just my opinion. But in the end HP movie #4 disappointed me. As for Book 7 predictions: I agree Sirius' brother (Regulus Black, btw) is likely R.A.B. and I also agree with predictions seen elswhere that Mundungus Fletcher later stole the locket from Grimmauld Place and hocked it (wouldn't it be surprisign to find it once again at Borgin and Burkes?) I also think that one of the Horcruxes will be located within Hogwarts itself. Possibly the Ravenclaw one (I'm suspicious about the tiara on that bust Harry used to mark wher ehe hid the Half-Blood Prince book). We know Voldemort returned to Hogwarts, hoping for a position for Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. That Dumbledore presumed that was to find another Horcrux worthy object, but he was turned away before given time to search the school. However, to hide one wouldn't take much time at all, particularly if you alredy knew where you wanted to put it. I also think that Snape will be Harry's final challenge before Voldemort himself. If he cant' beat Snape (arguably one of the strongest Death Eaters besides Voldemort himself) then he'll have no shot against Voldemort.

CHAPTER 1: Happy Homes CHAPTER 2: Taste of the Good Life BARGAIN BY BabyStevie26 CHAPTER THREE: First Morning What time it was when I woke up I had no clue. All I knew was there was sunlight coming in from a window next to the crib. Even worse, it was shining right in my face. Can't sleep with that happening. So I woke up with no clue what time it was, knowing only that there was sunlight in my face. I sat up and was momentarily confused by my surroundings. Hardly surprising, a huge crib is not the most usual place to wake up after a peaceful night's sleep. It was peaceful too, the best sleep I'd had in a while. The moment of confusion quickly passed as I remembered the previous night. I saw the bottle I'd been drinking beside me and picked it up. The milk was hardly drinkable now and I wasn't even going to consider trying. I made a mental note to ask for water next time. Then I'd have something to drink when I woke up. I sat around the crib and looked at the stuffed animals. Out of boredom I picked one up and started making it dance around cutely. I even hummed a little tune as I did. This occupied me until my body gave me signals for those little things you have to do first thing in the morning. I knew this was coming, but I hadn't completely readied myself for it (It may not be noticeable, but foresight isn't my greatest strength). It took a little mental preparation to even make myself start having to go. It helped when I got myself hunched over in a bit of a squat position. The flow came out little by little. Years of toilet training did not break easy, after all. After a while of on-again off-again it started to come out more easily. Soon I had my diaper good and flooded. I could feel it just sagging from my hips as I sat there hunched over. I realized when I sat down that I had over-done it, though. As soon as my butt hit the mattress I felt something wet come into contact with my leg. Looking down, the diaper had leaked onto the crib mattress and blankets. I was more than just a little embarrassed. I not only had just wet myself for the first time in over a decade but I really wet myself. I began to cry a bit. I'm not completely sure but I think I began sobbing too because not long after I started Mommy walked in looking very concerned. "Hey, there, Cady, what's wrong?" She asked as she reached through the crib bars and brushed her hand across my cheek. I could only point to my leaking diaper with a very big blush all across my face. Mommy didn't seem the least bit surprised or angry though. "Flooded it all at once, didn't you?" she asked. I nodded, slightly surprised she knew that. "Daddy and I experimented with this first before deciding on getting a third party to try it." she explained, noticing my surprise, "We learned that it's usually best to wet just a little at a time. Do it all at once and, well..." she looked down at the wet spot under my butt, "We'll make sure to use thicker diapers at nighttime from now on, just in case, so this is less likely to happen again." With that, Mommy opened the crib so I could get out. Unlike a true baby crib, where the bars would be slid down for the parent to lift out their child, this one was set up for the bars to slide up and hook into locking points on the ceiling. From there, Mommy kneeled down to help me out. It was hard, I was moving very slow as I didn't want my diaper leaking even more than it had. I walked over to the changing table and, with Mommy's help, managed to lay down carefully enough that nothing else came out of my pants and soak the table too. I had to admit, having my diaper removed was quite a bit more embarrassing than it was having it put on. I blushed a bit as Mommy opened up the wet diaper and got to work. She gave me a reassuring smile as she began to wipe me down. My face became redder as I felt the cold baby wipe cleaning up my most private areas. After what felt like forever Mommy finished and re-diapered me after a rather liberal sprinkling of baby powder onto my body. When that was finished, she helped me up to my feet and smiled. I smiled back, my face nearly entirely red. Without a word, Mommy took my hand and led me out into the dining room. There I saw that, during the night, Mommy and Daddy had put up a high chair. Not surprisingly, it was huge. Big enough for an adult to sit in with minimal discomfort. Mommy helped me into it. After strapping me in I saw her put a huge tray in place. By that point I was waiting for the bib but it didn't come. Instead, Daddy put some papers down in front of me. I looked at them for a moment before I realized what I was seeing. "Power of attorney?!" I asked in surprise. I was further surprised when I suddenly had a pacifier stuck in my mouth. Daddy, still holding it in his hand as it rested in my mouth, pulled it out after a moment. "That was just to remind you of the rules, Cady." he explained. I nodded sheepishly and gave an embarrassed "Sowwy." in the most babyish voice I could manage. "However, right now we're giving you permission to speak like an adult. We have important matters to discuss and we need you to be a grown up for a few moments more before your new childhood begins." "Okay." I replied. Daddy went on to explain the necessity of the Power of Attorney and other forms. "This will allow us to put a sum of five thousand dollars into a savings account in your name." My mouth dropped. Five thousand?! Granted, it wouldn't make me rich (not like these people obviously were). On the other hand, I'd be way better off than I was twenty four hours ago. That was enough money to find a small place to stay and get my act together. "That money will build interest, so when your month is done the amount should be slightly more than that." Even if slightly was just another buck, I couldn't deny that was a good deal. "Obviously, the money is only yours if you last the full month." Well duh! I knew better than to say out loud. "You're free to end this at any time, but you don't get any payment unless you follow through for a full thirty days." "That's why there's a contract in here too, huh?" I asked, holding up another paper. "Exactly." So I looked over the forms. Most of it was just legalese versions of all the stuff we'd talked about the previous night. I scanned it thoroughly, making sure I wasn't getting into some weird(er) arrangement that I wasn't aware of. The contract stated that I agreed to perform a specified service, which was not specified on the form itself, for a total of thirty days. The power of attorney put control of all the money I would be paid, as well as other manners into the hands of Mommy and Daddy. I could only assume that they wanted to make as sure as possible that I followed through on my end. And I had to admit that knowing that money was sitting there for me to claim next month made that high chair a lot more comfortable than it had been when I'd first sat down. After reading through and clarifying everything, I signed all the forms I needed to sign then. There were a few that had to be done in front of a Notary Public, but that would be held off for the weekend, Mommy told me. No biggie, I was bound to the deal now so the last bits of paperwork were mere formalities. With the business taken care of, Mommy picked up a big bib and tied around my neck. I immediately noticed the "Mommy's Big Boy" stitched into the front of it. "We'll get you one of your own soon enough, sweetie." Mommy said, noticing me staring at it. "'Kay." I told her as I looked at the upside-down words. Daddy brought over a bowl of oatmeal, which Mommy began to spoon feed me. The bib wasn't too necessary, though some of the food did spill out, as I wasn't used to being spoon-fed. When all was the food was gone my face was wiped clean and I was let out of the chair. My new parents scooted me off to the living room to play. I went in to find a blanket had been spread out and baby toys put onto it. Logically figuring this was where I was going to play, I plopped myself down and got to it. Took a while to get into, really. I had very few toys to play with at all growing up. There were some dolls, but with Mommy and Daddy close by, going about what I assumed was their regular routine, I felt self-conscious about playing with them. I contented myself with some blocks and other more simple toys. As I absent-mindedly stacked blocks and built little buildings with them my bladder gave me that feeling that I had to go. My self-consciousness increased several fold as I prepared to wet myself again, this time in the presence of my Mommy and Daddy. Remembering Mommy's advice earlier, I wet mostly with the on-again off-again I'd had the first time but this time withheld from a full out flood. As I did my business, I got a little something extra. As I peed, I let out a small bit of gas from my other end. I blushed, as it wasn't exactly quiet, and also because I knew what it meant. "Mommy!" I called out. I must've sounded distressed, because she came in a rush. "Yes, Cady." "Um... well..." I stammered, remembering my rules and trying to think of the most babyish way to say what I had to do, God this was embarrassing... "Gots go poo-poo!" I finally sputtered out. At that moment I think the warmth from my blushing replaced the need for central heating... Mommy took a moment to realize what I meant. I guess she was still getting used to this, too. "Okay, sweetie, let's get you to the potty." Mommy took me by the hand and led me back to the bathroom I had been bathed in the previous night. To my slight relief, there wasn't a baby potty to use in here. Instead, Mommy took off my diaper (making me blush with a comment about how wet it was already) and sat me down to do my thing. It was weird, since Mommy didn't leave the bathroom while I went. I wasn't surprised though, since I was supposed to be a baby. Soon as I was done Mommy wiped me down and took me back to the nursery for a new diaper. As she taped me up, Mommy mentioned that it was time for a nap. "But we just had breakfast!" I complained. Mommy answered with a pacifier to my mouth. "That was a few hours ago, hon." Were it not for the paci, I'd've exclaimed a loud what. As it was, I managed to squeak out a "Mmph?!" Mommy pointed to a clock on the wall and I realized that, indeed, I had been playing in the living room for a lot longer than I'd realized. How in the world had I not noticed? I didn't resist as Mommy put my into the crib once again and lowered the bars from the ceiling. She removed the pacifier and handed me a bottle before leaving the room, promising to come back in an hour or so. I wasn't tired, so I simply sucked on the bottle a bit. The bottle had warm milk in it again, presumably to help me actually nap. I wasn't very tired, to be honest. My mind was still on the passage of time I'd missed. There was only one explanation I could think of. They say "time flies when you're having fun." I wondered if I'd been having more fun with those baby toys than I'd realized. But that alone didn't seem to fit. As the milk did its thing and I began gradually drifting off, I began to realize another fact I hadn't noticed before now. This was probably the very first day, in my entire life, where I hadn't had to do a single damn thing. For as long as I could remember, every day before now had been filled with work of some kind. Housework, schoolwork, money work. I was usually fulfilling some responsibility or another before I'd even had breakfast. Yet here it was near midday and the only responsibility I'd had to really worry about was not pooping myself! And even then I didn't actually have to! While obviously not thrilled with the idea, Mommy and Daddy had said during breakfast I could use my diapers for everything if I wished. At that moment, I realized a very important fact. This morning was one of the few, if not first times that the only thing I had to concern myself with was what I wanted to do. My bottle fell from my mouth and rolled into the railing as I fell into the most pleasant sleep I'd had in a long time. BARGAIN CHAPTER FOUR: B.Y.O.D.C. The next week or so just flew by. With my little epiphany from the first morning still on my mind, I'd begun to actually enjoy being a big baby. I told Mommy and Daddy about what I'd come to understand and they seemed happy. And why not? Their investment (me) was already getting results. In the time since that first day, the three of us settled into a bit of a routine. I'd wake up whenever I woke up, and as soon as I did Mommy or Daddy would come in, change my diaper (which would be plenty wet by the time I got around to calling them), then take me down for breakfast. From there, I'd play until nap time. Somewhere in that area of time I'd have to poop, but I always did that in the toilet. I had no wish to use my diapers for it if I could avoid it. After my nap, I'd play more and probably go run errands with Mommy such as the store for dinner. Sometimes Mommy would let me help her make food. But it was always easy tasks even a toddler (such as myself) could perform. Every meal was in the high chair with a bib and featured me being fed my food or eating just finger size bits. After dinner, my face would get washed, and the rest of me if a bath was warranted. Then I was put into jammies for bed (I'd grown particularly fond of a cute red sleeper) and set down into my crib for the night. Mommy and Daddy's personal routines were largely unaffected, save for sometimes involving me. Daddy would do a lot of work in his study. I made a mental note I knew I wouldn't remember to find out what he did for a living. He had a nice home, and could afford to pay a girl five grand to spend a month wetting herself. So he had to have something lucrative. Usually Mommy handled most of my care, though if she wasn't around, Daddy would see to checking and changing my diapers. I got used to it, but at first it was weird having a man change my diapers. Even more so than it was having a woman do it. Mommy and Daddy did more than just feed me and keep my pants dry, though. Sometimes Daddy would even sit down on the floor and play with me. By the third day I'd gotten far into my role as big baby. I baby talked almost as naturally as I adult spoke (which I rarely did nowadays). So baby play came easily to me. I'd play little kid games like Candy Land and such, and sometimes Daddy'd even do the ol' "This Little Piggy" song, running his fingers up my leg and tickling me silly when he got to the last little piggy going wee wee wee all the way home. Mommy would read me stories from various kids' books. I was too big to sit on her lap, but often I'd lie on the couch and rest just my head there instead. There were a couple of punishments here and there. One day I refused to let Daddy dress me in a really awful looking outfit, so he simply didn't bother to dress me. I spent that whole day naked save my diaper and a bib at meals. I think Daddy was as embarrassed as I was. Baby or not, I was still a average-developed nineteen year old girl sitting around his home in just her underwear (such as it was). It was obvious he was trying not to look at me that way, but every time we locked eyes he blushed and turned away. I didn't leave the house much, unless Mommy wanted to go to the store or something and Daddy was still working. Then I was expected to tag along. Outside of the house, I was dressed normally and was allowed to speak as an adult. The only really babyish clothing on me outside the house was my diaper, hidden under my clothes. To neighbors who saw me, I was just a cousin or niece or whatever visiting for a month. To any who noticed and asked about my diapers, they just got told I was incontinent and had no bladder control. Ergo, diapers. A simple lie, but effective, as nobody questioned it much after that. On my eighth day at my new home, however, the usual routine took a turn. At first, it was the usual. Wake up, wet my diaper, call for a change, then breakfast. After breakfast was when it began. I had felt the urge to make a poopy, and got myself put onto the pot. But nothing happened. I pushed and tried but all that happened was a little bit of pee. Nobody was very happy at that, as we all knew what it meant. The rule laid down on my very first night stated that, if I don't make a poo-poo when I say I have to, even if it isn't on purpose, then I'm barred from using the toilet again for the next twenty-four hours. Meaning that if the need to poop came again before this time tomorrow, I was stuck making a mess in my diaper. I didn't like that, as a messy diaper was almost guaranteed (I knew I couldn't have avoided it the whole month...). Mommy and Daddy didn't like it, either, as it would likely be one of them who cleaned up the inevitable. That put us in a funk for a while, until the mail came. Some packages had come in. Mommy was happy upon seeing them. During the past week she'd taken my measurements and clothes she had ordered using them had just come in. That brought the two of us out of our apprehensive mood, as we began sifting our way through the packages to try on what we could. Among them were cute baby style dresses (some of which were WAY to ruffley for my taste, but Mommy liked them). I tried a few of them and modeled them for Mommy and Daddy until nap time, when Mommy put me in a new pink onesie for bed. Upon waking up, I experienced my first diaper change involving Mommy having to unsnap the onesie to get to me. When the job got finished, Mommy snapped me back up before pulling out a pair of denim overalls. I groaned. I've always hated overalls, ever since I was little. But I didn't feel like spending the rest of the day naked (again), so I didn't resist as Mommy put them on over my onesie. To the untrained eye, I was simply wearing a cute pink t-shirt underneath. I thought that was all until Mommy began putting socks and shoes on me. "Go bye-bye?" I asked. "Yes, sweetheart." Mommy replied, Daddy came into the nursery and explained so Mommy could concentrate on my shoes. She was having trouble since I was playfully kicking my feet to give her a hard time. "Neighbors across the street are having a little block party. Everyone's invited, including us. "Yummy! Ba-ba-Kew!" I squealed. Part of me still cringed at how childish I sounded when I spoke that way. But the other part, silly as it sounded, actually enjoyed it. When I was ready Daddy played with me so Mommy could finish getting ready. Then we were off. I'd met some of the neighbors already, so my initial moments at the little gathering were spent getting introduced to the people I hadn't seen yet. I got along fairly well for the most part. One person happened to hear my diaper crinkling, I think, but she didn't say anything. She did cast me a few odd looks though. The first hour was spent in good spirits. Nothing of particular importance happened, save for getting a way overcooked burger... or maybe it was a lump of charcoal someone accidentally put between two buns. Either way, it was inedible. I wolfed down the edible burgers and was actually on my third when it hit me. That feeling I had known was coming. That I had forgotten about during my little fashion show. That I was doomed to suffer from until I either home or couldn't take it anymore. My bowels were cramping. I had to poop. And if I couldn't get home in time I was going to make a messy diaper right in front of every person in attendance. NEXT CHAPTER

Um, do you mean animal or anime?

There's actual a man in a diaper that can be seen in the PSP game "Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories." It's your (approximately) sixth mission in the game, and the first you do for your main character's mother, Ma Cipriani. It's called Snappy Dresser. In it, you're following a person Ma's interested in ato see if he's okay. You wish to discredit him immensely, so your mission becomes to catch the guy in a compromising position. That compromising position just happens to be in a bonnet & diaper chasing around prostitutes.

How're they back? Wasn't there some new law that made them go off or are they okay on that now?

I like the idea of meeting with other diaper wearers for daddy/mommy/baby type stuff. But it's also nice to find diaper wearers you can just chat about normal stuff with too. Right now the AB/DL I talk to most is someone i met through Aby.com and, really, we rarely talk about diaper stuff but more about a mutual interest we have in anime.

I tend to picture myself as a toddler. 2-3 years of age with little-to-no potty skill.

From a webcomic called El Goonish Shive I like: "The true moral of the Battle of Trenton is if you party too hardy, George Washington will kick your ass." From aonther webcomic, Bruno the Bandit: "Yea, Though I Walk Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I Will Fear No.....WHAT'S THAT?!!"

I always wanted to wear again. Though I didn't get the chance to actually do so til I was about 18. However, I voted on 19-2-something so that there was no question that it wast he latter half of that 15-18 range.

I dunno myself. Personally, I find it fun to fantasize about being 24/7, but I highly doubt I'd ever be able to actually do it.

I'm ahuge anime and manga fan. some of my favorites include One Piece (very good desipte its dub), Azumanga Daioh (cute + funny = ULTIMATE COMBO!!!), and Naruto. Oh, and The Irresponsible Captain Tylor is one of my all-time favorites. It' cool to see someoen else who likes it.