Dr_J

I suppose you're right about the "congratulations". It wasn't intended to be mean, because it was true. However, I'll be mindful of my words the next time. As for the next chapter...it will take some time, as mentioned before. I am preparing to go to college this week, so I will be busy. I'll do what I can, though.

It isn't that I can't take constructive criticism. It's that I can't take suggestions like that. I never write something because people ask me to write it. I write for personal reasons, so there are reasons why I leave out certain things. But anyway, if I did seem a bit "cocky" then I apologize.

I really have to disagree with you there. Everyone is different, which means everyone has different preferences to how they play out their role as an infant. For instance, some people enjoy being humiliated in front of other people while playing their role, while others choose to remain extremely discrete about their babyish feelings. The same goes with John Morrow in this story. He enjoys being babied, but even he has his limits. And if you took notice to my story, it doesn't completely revolve around John's infantilist side. It taps into his life and the events that form around his life. Sorry that this isn't the fantasy story you were hoping for, but I refuse to change how I've been progressing this story because of one detail that seems "off". Besides, I feel like if I DID choose to add that kind of detail into the story, then it would take away from the message I'm trying to get across here. You'll even notice that I didn't get into any detail regarding the sexual relationship between John and Jill, because again I feel like that isn't important here. And also, congratulations on being the first person to find a "flaw" in the story!

I find it hard to believe that this is my first story of this type as well. (I hope you know that's what I meant...I've written many many stories, but this is my first infantilist story ever written) I feel like we should have a Story Contest, as in like have all of us pick out our favorite stories that have been posted up. Don't worry, I'm not a dork and I won't vote for my own, because that's just wrong and pompous. But again, glad to see everyone loves it! Maybe I will publish it someday, even if it does cause a commotion.

I love all of you for your patience! A LOT of unfortunate things have happened this past week, one regarding whether or not I can go back to college, so I'm sorry for the gap. Anyway, here's 12....you might think it could end here, but I have to add a bit more. Maybe one or two more chapters in order to really let John shine. So, here is Twelve: Chapter Twelve The next morning was just as good as the night before. Neither of us looked at the time when we woke up. Instead, Jill greeted me with a “good morning

All of this insight...too much to take! Haha, I'm just teasing. I really appreciate all of your help..that goes for everyone, not just the people I'm quoting. I hid my secret within me for 16 years. Don't ask me how I knew when I was very little that I liked this kind of thing, but I knew. And I kept it in until I went away to college. I told my close friend as my hands trembled and my lips quivered, but I did it, and it made things a bit easier for me. And I understand that I shouldn't think about this stuff so much, but, being a writer and being born to think nearly 80 percent of the time during the day, I can't stop thinking. I can tell myself that this isn't as big of a deal as I'm making it, but part of me will never let go of the question, "Why?" We're all put on this Earth for a reason, and we're also given certain traits and personalities for a reason, so why was I given this? It scares me sometimes, you know. See, my father is diagnosed with bipolar disorder and multiple personality disorder. Now, I know for a fact that I'm not bipolar. I don't, however, know whether or not I have multiple personality disorder. Sometimes I really wonder if I do, and not just because of my infantilist side, but also because of other things. My trilogy I'm writing tells the tale of a young man who has a demon living within him, and this demon does nothing but destroy everything around it if it's let loose, so the man must find a way to control it while deciding on whether or not he wants to keep the demon inside of him because of the power it gives him. I feel somewhat the same way with this. I understand that it's IMPOSSIBLE to rid myself of this, but there are times when I ask, "Why couldn't it have been something a little less odd?" I guess it just goes with who I am, though (as if I couldn't get any weirder). Still, I wonder about the roots of this infantilist side of me. Was it because I was raised in such a verbally abusive home? Maybe. I'm not sure. Could it be...genetic? I don't know anyone in my family who likes this kind of thing, so maybe that makes me the first. But I have heard of some things being genetic. Hell, some scientists claim that being a Christian or being homosexual is genetic. We may never know the truth. I suppose it's a long road that I travel, but I can agree and relate to everything that all of you have said. The shame, the putting my infantilist side on the pedestal, the thinking, and the right person waiting for me. Sheesh....I'm 22 and feel like I'm having a midlife crisis! Haha Still, I must thank going away to college for allowing me to further express this part of me. And I also must thank you all for your support and advice

Pipsqueak, you've just shed a whole new light on the situation! I think that's really what I needed! You're so right about the fear of the infantilism being so frowned upon when trying to get into an intimate relationship. Heck, everything you've said makes a lot of sense! Thanks so much for your insight

Thanks, man. That really means a lot! I do agree that this part of me does help to improve my writing, and it gives me things to write about. I've been wanting to share this for a while, and now I have, and I'm glad. Again, thanks. Dr_J

Wasn't sure where to post this, but then I figured that this could be considered something in which I could get some advice/support from. So, please read, but beware that It is a bit heartbreaking (at least, it hurt to write a bit) Sad But True “Sad but true.

My dream came true: I've achieved 5,000 hits....FIVE THOUSAND! Again, this story is more popular than my first published book!!!!!!!! I'm...astonished, to say the least Chapter Twelve....is in the works

I'm writing as fast as I can while still making this story good lol, so please be patient. As college draws near, my work week and stuff gets a little more hectic. It'll be done soon!!!

Again, I can't express just how honored I am that you all like this story so much! And to tell you the truth....I write this story as I go along. There is no outline. Just words escaping the brain. AND I made 5,000 hits, so that must mean something. I shall pump out 12 as best as I can. Ah, and Baby Jay, I too am enjoying "My Girlfriend's Sister's Baby", mostly because it's a twist on the stories that I've read before. Ah, and whoever IM'd me last night, thanks, haha. I was sleeping, but thanks!

Okay everyone. Sorry for the long delay. I worked an 8 day week, so I just finished this now. There will be more of this style of storytelling in the following chapter. But please enjoy! Chapter Eleven I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain my love for Jill. The weekend of our getting back together only caused me to love her more, and during my patient waiting period for Jill to baby me, she and I talked just about every day. Sometimes I’d even call her while I was working, but nobody knew since I was usually the only one in the backroom. Working and waiting. That’s all I did during the weeks preceding our sacred time. And on that special day, my love for her would become one of the strongest emotional attachments I’ve ever had with anyone before. We had it all planned out. I’d ordered some more of the same type of diapers off of the internet, and Jill still had some of her baby things: pacifiers, baby bottles, baby wipes and powder, and even a nursery, minus the furniture (she told me she’d gotten rid of the crib and changing table shortly after her miscarriage since it made her upset at the time). I still wondered what she’d meant about making her bond with her “baby

Heh, took me until I went to college and had my own room in the dorms to get some. I bought some online and they were extremely discrete about it, so nobody even suspected anything. I just told people that inside of the box was a birthday gift for a friend, placed it in my car, and then transfered the diapers from the box into my bookbag as needed, then back into my room. Yes, I am sneaky....God, I feel like Mr. Brooks! Haha. But, best of luck to you, man. You must ask yourself if it's worth the risk of being shunned by family should they find out. Either that or come up with a failsafe plan like I did.

*sighs* if only my first published book did this well! Sheesh! I'd be well off to publishing my other works!!!!! Ah well. Maybe this will be what gets my foot in the door and allows me to publish more successfully next time? Who knows? Everything's just questions and thoughts. I'm working on Chapter Eleven, so just hang tight for a week or so and I'll try to get it all done

So, I'm sorry about the long wait! Busy busy, and writer's block. Both keep me from finishing this story, though there are a few more chapters to go. This chapter took some thought, so please let me know if you feel the plot is "rushed". I feel I did an okay job at making the decisions of our two lovers, Jill and John, flow into the story smoothly, but some of you may think otherwise. I need to know please Ah, and almost forgot. Some of you have been asking about how to get a copy of my published book. Here's the link : http://www.publishamerica.com/shopping/sho....asp?Search=Yes If this link doesn't work, then just go to publishamerica.com, then click on "Online Bookstore" at the top of the page, and then search for "James Schneider". My book will pop up Now, enough talking! Enjoy the next chapter!! Chapter Ten I turned around to see what or who she was so afraid of, and that’s when I saw him. He was a walking prep model with his collar popped and his hair perfectly gelled straight. He looked to be about my height, but had just a bit more of a build than I did. This was the one who destroyed my friend’s will. This was my enemy. By the way he stumbled about, I figured he was drunk. “Well, look who’s here! Didn’t think you’d ever come back here, Jill! After all, this is where we went on the night you got pregnant…stupid bitch.

Ahh, authorhouse.com I almost went with them initially, but because I didn't have money to pay for their costs, I had to search elsewhere. And, as in copies, do you mean like real book copies? Or just word documents? Because I don't have extra copies of my book, but I can obtain some through my publishing company's web site. Ah, and to answer your Trisha question: she was really in the story as John's informal therapy session. I'm not sure if I'll bring her back into the story, as she was meant to help him through his depression/self-loathing. And as for Jill? Hehe...my little secret You'll see, though. It will be good.

Well, once again I'm glad to see you all like it. And BAbyJay, I'd like to take a stab at your offer if that's okay. Maybe this will be enough to get some of my non-ABDL work out there. I need all the supporters I can get, and I'm thinking about posting some of my non-ABDL stories up on other forums so you can all tell me what you think. I won't post them here since this forum seems to be strictly meant for stories related to this kind of thing (aside from some poems).

This story's going exactly as I had hoped that it would I just really hope that the main character isn't dreaming again! Haha Keep up your storytelling my friend!

And it seems I've created yet another successful chapter! To answer your question, diapersalways, I have one book published already. It's called "The Years of Darkness: Consequences", and it's part one of a trilogy. Sadly, it wasn't written too well (though some say it must be well enough to have been published) and since I didn't sell many copies yet, my publishing company won't publish any more of my work! So I'm looking elsewhere to publish the rest of my stuff since I own the rights to everything. I've got the sequel to "The Years of Darkness" ready to go, as well as "Ultimate Conflict: Michael Wolfe Vs. the World" which is a short story about a college kid's struggle to turn things around when he's down on his luck. Oh, and I'm honored that you think I should get this published! Perhaps someday, with a little more tweaking, and under a pen name, I will be able to publish this. Heck, even if I turned it into an e-book, I bet it'd do rather well. I was also thinking about doing some commission writing on the side so people could get their ideas on paper. Ah, and I thought of a couple more possible ABDL stories to write, though both would be purely fiction and could NEVER happen in real life

Glad to see you're all still enjoying this! Oh, and misssusan, remember that this is merely a story, though some events are true...not many of them, but some! Hehe And finally, after days of writing and thinking, I've prepared Chapter Nine. It is long!!!! I warn you now, but watch the development between John and Jill build their relationship Sorry for the long delay folks! But this does take a lot of time for me. Anyway, here ya go! Chapter Nine For the next two days I would be staying with Jill. We didn’t talk about where I’d be sleeping or any of that, but I still told myself that I’d be sleeping on her couch. The waters had yet to be cleared, and I didn’t think that we’d be able to pick up right where we left off since it had been so long. Once Jill was comforted, I asked her three times if she was okay (you know, the “you okay?

I don't want to sound like a broken record, but, More! More! Haha, I'm very much enjoying this story, just as much as your "Suspicions" story!

So glad to hear you're all enjoying it Chapter Nine is in the works, but please be patient, as this next week I'm working 5 8 hour days, and also going to a conference on Tuesday, AND a concert. Just thinking about it is making me tired. However, I'll try to work on it some more, and I promise you won't be disappointed

AH yes! Chapter Eight, finally. I'm sorry for the delay once again. Work will not leave me alone during the week, so it's quite hard for me to continue this. Don't fear, though. I will keep on writing. And I'm happy to say that this being my first infantilist story, my Word Document tells me it is currently 61 pages long!!!!!!! Anyway, here we go! More will come along soon I promise Chapter Eight The confession to Trisha actually helped me to realize that maybe my quirk wasn’t such a bad thing. I mean, sure it wasn’t something that I’d go out and publicly announce, but it would be something that I could accept instead of loathe and try to push aside. Even better was the fact that Trisha lived about twenty minutes away from my house, which meant that over the summer break we’d be able to hang out. Our friendship grew with every conversation we had until we talked to each other about everything. I had even helped her with her psychology project, which she mysteriously chose to do on infantilism…didn’t see that one coming…not. She asked me all sorts of questions regarding what kind of things triggered my desires, how I coped with them, how I felt about the whole thing, stuff like that. All of this was done under complete confidentiality, and since none of her colleagues knew me too well, I was never approached or suspected of being her subject (not to my knowledge, anyway). May crept up on me like a shadow in the night, and before I knew it, my first year of college was officially done. Everything was a blur, though, with the exception of one thing: Jill. I couldn’t stop thinking about her for some reason. Part of me actually worried about how she was doing and what the outcome of her pregnancy was. I kept her screen name on my messenger program, and occasionally she’d pop up for a few minutes, but neither she nor myself bothered to send a message. This only increased my curiosity. I searched my city for jobs the first week I returned from college in an attempt to keep myself busy and have a steady source of income. That, and my parents had been nagging me about finding a summer job because they wanted me to start helping with some of the bills. That’s when I landed a temporary job at the local retail store, Bullseye. Selling merchandise and dealing with customers all summer didn’t sound too appealing to me, so I got a position in the backroom of the store, meaning I’d be doing all of the behind the scenes work. I only asked for 20-30 hours a week because I really didn’t care about making a lot of money at the time, and I wanted to enjoy my three and a half months off from classes. A couple hundred bucks a week was all I needed to live comfortably that summer. However, God had a good sense of humor that year. You see, since I wasn’t the only person working in the back, they had to split up which sections that we covered, and take a wild guess what I got for the entire freaking summer. Yeah…the baby section (and also the sports section). I was taunted every time I worked as I pulled out various kinds of diapers, bottles, and other baby items. God knew what He was doing, and He thought it was funny. I smiled, too, but I also yearned to have another experience like I did with Jill, which made me upset since I knew that my luck with her was one of a kind. Who would’ve guessed that she and I would cross paths once again on yet another fateful day? Three weeks after I’d settled back into my parents’ house, I drove down to the lake to skip stones. It was something I did while I sorted out the many things on my mind. With each stone I placed a thought, and by throwing them, it signified that I was done thinking about that particular thing. After about twelve stones, Jill’s stone came up. It was perfectly flat, but its edges were jagged, and its orange/red color made it stick out among the other ones that I’d thrown. I held it firmly between my index finger and thumb and got ready to throw it. Just as I was about to release the stone, however, my phone began to vibrate in my left pocket. Must be Trisha. I smiled as I pulled my phone out and checked to see who it was…it was Jill. My heart pounded and my insides burned as I felt the phone shake. I was torn between picking up the phone and ignoring the call. I wished to repair our broken bridge, but I also couldn’t shake off what was said between us. What she said about me. How foolish and mean she was. That time we had. That weekend that was everything but ordinary. I held my breath, opened the phone, and put it to my ear. “Hello?

Your cliffhangers are killing me! Haha not really But they do make me want to keep on reading!!! So keep up the great work