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A reasonable reaction. Yeah, it's pretty weird to see a guy rooting through a trash can looking for used diapers. Doesn't mean he kidnaps babies and rapes and murders them, or even that he's prone to do so if given the opportunity...

Pretty much this. I think the guy demonstrated his real desires when he left the wet ones and took the unused one. And, I think there are a great many people overreacting on this thread, having forgotten the desperation they experienced themselves trying to hide what they thought was an abhorrent secret fetish. Or perhaps some never experienced that desperation, because they (in some fap-friendly alternate universe) had parents who supported their little explorations of self as a teen, or perhaps because it never triggered in them until much later in life. Regardless, it's one more example of a group of people who have been consistently outcast being shockingly quick to outcast another. Even if the guy just had a piss fetish (which, thanks to the OP's open-minded experimenting, it's obvious he didn't), does that make him a pedo? I mean, really, people...

No, OP states he left a dry Bambino in there, so it was also an AB diaper.

OP states he actually left an unused one in there and the guy took it and left the used ones. I absolutely believe the man is a tortured AB with no idea that there are others out there like him. It's worth stopping and considering that we're all pretty much a few steps away from that sort of madness. Imagine having to go back to stuffing your desires in a dark corner of your soul, believing yourself completely alone in your fascination with infantile things, particularly diapers, or worse believing what you see on TV, that anyone with that sort of fascination is a sick paedophile... hiding yourself in the shadows to avoid the possibility of someone "normal" finding you out and exposing your shame to the world. Now imagine dealing with it for your entire life in such fashion. Yeah, everyone here is closer to madness than they may fully realize.

Something that would help you a great deal is to italicize the stories-within-the-story. This gives the reader clarity as to what is what.

That one is also on YT - it was an Alabama fan who had to go into the store with an Auburn shirt and school flag and a diaper and chant Auburn slogans because he lost a bet.

Hey, look on the bright side. She didn't tan your bottom, put you in a big crinkly Huggies, and make you walk around with no pants all day, reminding you at every opportunity what a baby you were. I gotta figure, back then most parents were still doing cloth, so a wet sheet was no different than a wet diaper as far as they were concerned (laundry-wise, that is).

That was a well-placed moment of intensity, and really picked up the story-within-the-story. I'm dying to find out how the therapist reacts to all this.

So you're suggesting that Alex is the one trying to refocus the discussion onto Lanthey by posting that comment? I didn't state that as fact, I said "More evidence to support my assertion". Please read a little more carefully before you break out the flamethrower. PS: Must be nice to see who is running around plastering neg-reps on everyone who has posted anything that doesn't agree with the OP's assertion. I don't suppose you know who's doing it... or at least you're not particularly inclined to say so...

with BACON!!!

More evidence to support my previous assertion - a confirmation that Lanny is still reading this thread (and vicariously commenting through Alex) despite stating that her last post really WAS her last post - LONG AFTER EVERYONE STOPPED TALKING ABOUT HER. Can we be done with the drama? Kieff - I understand and agree with your assertions regarding 1st amendment rights. HOWEVER, this is still a private forum. If someone's stories are "censored" here, they can be posted elsewhere, so there is no real "destruction" of the story - it is just not welcome at one particular "library", as it were. Let's face it - none of our stories would be welcome on a site hosted, for example, by Tim LaHey entitled "christianauthors.com" - does that mean such a story is being "censored"? Or does it mean the owner of the website doesn't feel the content is appropriate for their site? PS: Alex, thanks also for outing yourself as the stealth neg-repper. More infantile foolishness, piled on top of your silly post.

I felt guilty for neglecting this one while I was working on A Change for Naomi, so I put some extra effort in tonight. Hope you enjoy the rest of this chapter. ----------------------------------------- Alli and I came down the hall, through the kitchen, and into the family room, where Abba was putting a movie on and Derek and Angie were patiently waiting. Derek looked up at us in our t-shirts and diapers and said "It's the diaper twins!" They both started giggling all over each other. We ran over and plopped onto the couch together with a great big crinkle, which made Derek laugh even harder. Alli tickled him and said "You're just jealous 'cause you have to wear underpants and take bathroom breaks!" and stuck her tongue out at him. I looked up at her and started giggling. Abba laughed and said "Alright, I'm going to go make dinner. You think the four of you can keep it together while watching Snow White, or should I put something sad and miserable on to keep you quiet?" We all sang "Yes Abba!" together, and everyone started laughing. Abba shook his head and went into the kitchen. I liked the movie a lot, especially the funny little fat men and their dirty, messy house. One of our neighbors had a very messy house like that, but he didn't have any pretty girls around to clean it. I remember my mommy taking me there with her so she could buy one of those little packages she liked so much from him. The movie had just ended when Abba came in and said "Alright kids, dinner is ready! Let's set the table, please!" Alli and Derek and Angie all said "Yes Abba!" Derek and Angie got off the couch and ran through the kitchen. Alli turned and held her hand out and said "Come on, I'll show you what to do!" I took her hand and we went into the dining room. Alli showed me where the silverware was and told me to put a fork and a knife at each place at the table. Derek was already putting glasses at one side of the table, and Angie at the other. Alli took plates off a shelf that was much higher than I could reach and started placing them at the table. I followed her with the forks and knives, and started putting one of each next to the plates. Angie came behind me and said "No, silly, fork on the left, knives on the right!" I was a little confused, and I watched her put a fork on one side and a knife on the other side of the plate. I tried to do the same at the next plate, but she said "No, that's backwards!" I frowned and said "Mommy and me never sat at the table to eat! I don't know how to do it!" Alli put the last plate down and came over behind me. She said "It's okay Christie. Here is your left hand" and she wiggled one arm "and here is your right!" wiggling the other. "We put the forks on this side" as she wiggled the first one again "and the knives on this side!" as she wiggled the other. "Would you like to try again?" I walked to the next plate and started to put the fork on one side. It didn't look right, so I moved it, then put the knife on the other side. "Very good!" Alli said. "Go ahead and do the last one!" I looked again at where I put them the last time, and said "Fork on the left and knife on the right!" and placed them, looking up to Alli. "Great job!" she said, clapping her hands. She helped me up into the chair where I had just put the fork and knife down, then sat next to me. Abba brought out a great big bowl with spaghetti in it, except it didn't have any of the red stuff like the spaghetti Mommy used to give me out of the can. It had white stuff all over it and some brown and green bits in it, and it smelled a little weird. I was a little scared of it. Abba looked at me and laughed. "Don't be afraid, Christie. It's called 'car-bo-nar-uh'." He said that last word very slowly. "Can you say that?" "Car...bin...nar...uh?" I said, unsure. "Close enough." he said, laughing. "It's very good. It's like spaghetti with breakfast in it!" I was very confused. "You mean there's cereal and milk in there?" Everyone else laughed. Alli said "No, but there's bacon and eggs in it, and lots of cheese. It's YUMMY!" Abba put some on everyone's plate, then went out to the kitchen and brought back a big lump of something sort of white-colored, and a piece of shiny metal. He scrubbed the big lump against the metal thing over each person's plate, and it looked like snow falling onto their spaghetti. My eyes got very big. "This is par-muh-zan cheese, Christie. It makes the dish extra yummy!" Abba said, smiling. Derek and Angie and Alli started eating right away. I stared at my plate, still a little scared of it. Abba said "Go ahead, Munti. Try some!" When he called me that, I remembered how scared I was at the Chinese place, and how yummy all the food was there, and I stuck my fork into it. It was hard to pull the spaghetti out of it, and I dropped some on the table. Alli reached over and put the spaghetti back on my plate, took my fork, and said "Here, Christie. Pull a little bit out, then twirl it on your fork like this!" She spun my fork around, and all the spaghetti rolled up on it. "Now you can eat it!" she said, and offered me the fork. I took it and put it into my mouth. It was a little salty, but as I chewed it up, all kinds of different flavors happened in my mouth. Abba said "What do you think, Munti?" I smiled and said "I LIKE car-bor-a-nuh.... car-buh-nor-uh..." I stopped, frustrated. "Car-buh-nah-ra" Abba said, smiling. "Yeah, that stuff!" I said. Everyone laughed. After dinner, Abba gave me and Derek and Angie a bath, which was a lot of fun, except I got soap in my eye when Abba was washing my hair, which made me cry. That wasn't fun at all. Abba rinsed it out with a tiny squirt bottle, which made it stop hurting, and then he got us all out and wrapped us up in towels and helped us dry off. He sent us all to our rooms to get dressed for bed. I got to my room and laid out on the bed - then I remembered what Alli told me. I ran over to the dresser and got a diaper and the baby powder and laid them on the bed, then found a long nightie that Abba got me that morning and laid it on the bed. It was soft and yellow and fuzzy with a big teddy bear on the front. It was very pretty. I laid back on my bed wrapped in my towel and waited for Abba. When he came in, he looked around and smiled and said "Very good job, Munti! Thank you for getting all your things ready, my big girl!" It felt good to have Abba call me that. He powdered me and put my diaper on, then slipped the nightie on me. It was very soft and warm, and felt good on my skin. Abba helped me off the bed and I hugged him as tight as I could and said "Thank you for all the pretty clothes, Abba!" He picked me up and gave me a kiss and a hug and said "You are very welcome, Munti. I'm glad you like your new clothes. Would you like to join us for story time before bed?" I nodded, and he carried me back out to the family room. Alli and Derek and Angie were all sitting on the couch, with a space in the middle. Abba sat down with me in his lap and said "Alright, Alli, what book are we reading tonight?" Alli handed him a book and said "We finished The Silver Chair Wednesday, so it's time to start The Horse and His Boy!" Abba opened the book and started reading: "This is the story of an adventure that happened in Narnia and Calormen and the lands between, in the Golden Age when Peter was High King in Narnia and his brother and his two sisters were King and Queens under him. In those days, far south in Calormen on a little creek of the sea...." I rested my head on Abba's chest and closed my eyes as he read on, imagining a little house next to a lake. I had only seen lakes on TV, and wished I could go to what sounded like such a pretty place. Abba's voice made me feel very safe and warm inside as he read. I imagined myself floating around on a boat in the water, listening to the waves. Suddenly, I realized I really was floating, except I was in Abba's arms, and he was carrying me to my bedroom. I nuzzled into his chest, and he stroked my hair as he walked. I heard footsteps and giggling behind us, and doors open and close. He pulled back the covers and laid me on the bed. He pinned the ribbon onto my shoulder. I looked up and said "Abba?" "Yes Munti?" he said. "Is Alli going to come sleep in my bed tonight?" I asked hopefully. He put my binky into my mouth and kissed me as I heard Alli's voice behind him: "Well of course I am, silly. No bad dreams for Christie tonight." Abba laughed as she crawled under the covers. Abba gave her a binky too, and she snuggled up next to me again. Abba said "Goodnight pumpkin. Goodnight munti." and turned out the light. I felt so happy and safe with Alli's arm around me. The only part that made me sad was that Mommy couldn't be here in this beautiful house with all these nice people, but I was glad to be here while she was getting better. Before long, I fell asleep.

No, I'm sorry, but the only people that have something to lose by being a member here are people that were foolish enough to do things like provide real names or other PII when registering or using handles they use on "normal" sites (I have one that I use for innocuous sites, and it is dramatically different than the one I use here). One can only be "discovered" to be a member here if one leaves the proverbial trail of bread crumbs. Granted, there are many members here and at other sites similar to this who are intent on "outing" themselves, in an effort to bring AB/DL into the mainstream as our "big brother/sister" BDSM has become, but someone who truly values their privacy has many avenues by which they may maintain their privacy. To address your other point about "announcing" departures, I have quit many forums, some of which I have been a member for years, for one reason or another. I've never posted an "announced" departure - other than a site I was intending to take over as admin, until the owners sabotaged every effort I tried to make to bring new traffic to the site attached to the forum. Any time I left quietly, people who actually gave a shit would e-mail me and ask me where I went, and I would cordially respond and explain what issues I had that caused me to stop posting. However, in the 14 or so years I've been involved in forums, the only people I've ever seen "announce" their departure were doing so with the explicit purpose in mind of stirring up a bunch of drama, evidenced by their continual return to the thread in question (which we have already seen here) to "respond" to people like myself calling them out for being melodramatic. If the OP actually cared about the site, the OP would have raised this issue without attaching their "quitting" to it. If the OP just intended to disconnect themselves from the site, they would have done so quietly, without a great deal of hoopla. The OP did neither. Thus, based on historical precedence, I can only conclude the OP intended to stir up a bunch of drama, which they then participated in by responding further in the thread after they "left". PS: Bang away with your neg reps, people. I've got plenty piled up just from the stories I've written to survive your stealth flame attacks.

Wow. I officially have to now admit I'm an old fart. I found myself reading RDB's post and nodding my head in agreement the whole time - despite thinking at the end of the old man on the park bench yelling "Ya WHIPPERSNAPPERS! WHY, IN MY DAY..."

Me too. I wish ABU had just followed through on their promise to deliver an "Overnight" version of what they were already making. I'd pay $2.50, maybe even $3 per for an SDK with Abena 4 absorbency. I wouldn't give a nickel for these idiotic looking pieces of crap. I don't pay for T-shirts with company advertising on them. I'm damned sure not going to pay TOP premium prices for ham-handed company advertising on them. At least ABU is subtle about how they attach their brand to the diaper. A big website address across the front? Fuck that.

Seems to be a hell of a lot of drilling going on in Minot/Williston and surrounding. That and the Air Base are pretty much the entire economy, along with medical and retail that services them.

By all means, horses for courses. As you can probably tell by my recent writing, I'm starting to embrace the soft and cuddly side of my AB self. The hardcore stuff is exciting, but only to a certain extent.

Admittedly, I don't. But if one of the participants is unwilling, it doesn't really feel all that sexual to me.

9 It seemed like just a minute after I laid my head down in my pillow that I felt Alli pull her arm away, and I opened my eyes. Alli yawned a big yawn and stretched, then got up. I rolled over and watched her walk toward the door. I said "Alli, why are you getting up already?" She smiled and said "We've been sleeping all afternoon, silly. Don't you want to get up and have fun for a while before dinner?" I jumped up out of the bed all at once and said "Wait for me!" I grabbed her hand and we walked down the hall. Alli stopped in front of the bathroom and said "Hey, you want me to show you something cool?" I nodded, and she pulled me in. She squatted on her knees, pointed to the big white thing sitting next to the sink, and said "This is what Derek and Angie were calling the potty. Grownups call it a toilet." She lifted up part of it, and there was a hole, with water in it. I had seen lots of potties before, but I had never seen the inside before. "How does it work?" I asked. "Well," Alli said, as she picked me up and sat me down over the hole, "You sit here when you feel like you have to pee or poop." "That's silly!" I said. "It still goes in my diaper!" Alli laughed. "Well that would be silly, wouldn't it. Except you take your diaper off, so it all goes into the water. Then you take a little of the toilet paper," she said as she pulled on this roll sitting next to me, hanging from the wall. It looked funny when she pulled on the paper and the roll started to spin. "and you dab on your girl spot, or if you pooped, you wipe your bottom, front to back, until you're nice and clean!" She took a piece of the paper and rubbed it all over my face as she said that. I giggled, and she picked me back up and off the potty. "Then," she said, "you pull this little handle," as she pushed down on a shiny part on the top of the potty "and all the poop and pee and the toilet paper go down the hole with the water!" I watched as the water swirled like it does in the bathtub when bath time is over, except it filled back up like magic! She laughed and said "Pretty cool, huh?" I nodded. Then I thought a minute, and asked "Well what if you're not in here when you have to pee?" "Well," she said, smiling, "that's the part you have to practice, learning how to hold it until you get here." It was all very strange and a little scary to me. I frowned and said "I think I like just wearing diapers better." She laughed and hugged me and said "That's okay, Christie. You can try it any time you feel like you're ready. C'mon! Let's go see what everyone else is doing!"

Nope, it's not finished. In fact, I have a partial chapter to add to this one. I decided I'd try and tackle all three (including the yet-unfinished The Funeral) at once, and just add bits to each one as I went along. That way whoever is following any given story still gets an update here and there, instead of one or more falling by the wayside.

Honestly, PPP, you have a talent for painting pictures. That I won't deny you. That said, in one short chapter you've managed to run me off, which is more than BJ could do in nearly a year's work. We all have our lines, and the thought of the poor kid chained up and sitting in her own filth all night, after having done so for most of the evening, well, that did it for me - turned it into a horror flick instead of a fantasy story. Once again, I applaud your ability to craft vivid images - don't take my weak stomach as an indictment of your storytelling skills.

While I agree, it has been a worthwhile discussion, I also agree the OP could have been a hell of a lot more mature about it. I mean, sure, a lot of us are ageplaying here, but throwing a tantrum and stomping out of the room? Really?

Win. /thread

Thank you all, I'm glad you enjoyed it, and more glad that DD hasn't caved to mob rule and banned any child-centric stories.