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  1. “You fucking cunt!” Max snarled at her. "Kiss your mother with that mouth?" Liliana's face was hard, her gaze ice cold and her voice clipped, full of snark. "L-Liliana!" The rage fell from Max's face in shock, surprised to see her of all people there. The girl he had tried to sleep with several times, had tried to get with after seeing Priscilla. The girl he imagined laying on Priscilla's bed, spreading her legs for him. Their bodily fluids combining on Prissy's old bedsheets, the same bed where he had once taken Priscilla. He almost got to bed her, once. But Lili...her scar freaked him the fuck out. Lili's mocking laughter as she taunted him with that horrid scar until he'd run from her once more. He left her laughing in the bed where he once fucked her cousin. After that night, he had tried to get with her again- she was so casual about shit; she wanted none of that romance garbage the other bitches were into. And he just knew the slut was great in bed. Then, the bitch had rejected him. Repeatedly. He was just a notch in her belt. Fucking whore. "Just Lili. And you ran the red light, ran me right off the road." She crossed her arms under those deliciously plump breasts, their roundness and fullness visible even through the small hoodie she wore. Max stared at them, remembering the weight of them in his hands. She knew where he was staring, but she did not correct him. Not just yet. "The light was yellow, you were the one who ran the light and hit me." His voice was firm, rage tinged down by his awakening sex drive. She had rejected him, and his cock still yearned for her. Any of the pretty girls at school would happily bend over for him, and the one he had chosen wanted nothing to do with him. Who the hell was the slut fucking that could be better than him? Some obnoxious college asshole? Lili shifted, arms under her breasts pushing them up and making them jiggle, taunting him. Max's eyes stayed glued to them... "Liar. Our light was green the whole way." "You'll have to prove it." She smirked. "And so will you. I have a witness." Max's eyes flashed to the car, and he spluttered. He knew that pretty face, knew what horrors hid beneath his clothing. His jaw dropped. "What the fuck? Freddy Kreugar? You're fucking Freddy Kreugar? Seriously? He shits his pants- he's- he's a fucking big baby!" His senses reeled, his universe sideways. Liliana dressed like a freak, but she was so fucking cool, just like Prissy. They even talked alike; on Facebook he couldn't tell which one it was, though he knew it was Lili. She typed just like Prissy and all the other girls he knew. But she never joined their circle, not fully. Sure, she’d come to her senses, ditched that goth shit and dressed normal, but she was still a fucking weird, pierced freak. And here she was, fucking the freak Prissy had loved to make fun of, taught them all how much fun it was. And it was. "Cameron, dickwad. His name is Cameron." Her voice was cool and hard as he raged like an inferno. He snarled, then laughed. "You're fucking Freddy Krueger. Wait 'til I tell everyone. " He stepped past her, heading towards the car and the boy he used to have such fun tormenting. Aside from that ridiculous pacifier, the boy looked almost normal. Maybe he should rip his pants off like he did in gym class once, see if the hideous fucker still wore diapers. He laughed maliciously. Lili blocked his way, her breasts pushing into his chest as she invaded his personal space. In the car, Cameron shook, his eyes huge. Max licked his lips, Liliana forgotten. Here he was, no one around, and given access to his once-favorite punching bag, the perfect thing to take his anger and frustrations out. And said punching bag had stolen his girl. He would make his world right again; kick the pants-shitter's ass, pound him good and teach him a lesson. Make Lili realize who she should be with. "Touch him, and I'll fucking kill you like I did that puppy." She snarled in a deadly soft voice. Max backed up at the sudden challenge to his personal space, even though Lili was shorter and female. She advanced, hips swaying. "What? You said it wasn't true!" She smiled. "And Prissy alway told you it was. Didn't you used to call me 'that fucking little psycho' when you were with her?" Lili challenged him with lies sweet as poisoned honey. "Yeah, I killed that puppy. Fucked it up real good. Poured gasoline on it. Set it on fire." The incident was old, but not forgotten, so scandalous it lingered in the community's collective knowledge and gossip mill like an old winter coat hung out in the closet in summer. She toyed with Max- there had never been any gasoline or fire on the puppy and she was not the one who hurt it, but rumor had blown the incident out of proportion and twisted it sideways. "Knew you were fucked in the head-" Max's snarl was cut off as she came closer to him. He backed up some more. "Just think of what I'll do to a human. What I did to Prissy." Liliana's black lipstick covered lips curved into a sinister, mocking smile and the metal rings on her lower lip glinted in the afternoon sun. She was good at lying; so good her lies sounded like God's gospel truth. "That was an accident. You weren't even here." He took another step back. She sashayed forward so close he could feel the heat of her body. "Sure about that, Maxie-pad? Bet your life on it?" "You're fucking psycho! You should be locked up! Insane bitch!" He burst out, raising his fist to make her back up. Lili did not move. "Go ahead. I'm warning you, mess with me, and I'll fuck you up real good. You might be Daddy's Golden Penis, and most of the adults don't like me much. But it's common knowledge how badly you fucked Cameron up in the past. Your daddy had quite the time sweeping that scandal under the rug. The town's infamous burned boy bullied to the point of suicide. And now, here's the town's star lunk head, at it again. I'm sure you really want to stir up that pot of shit with football scouts from colleges sniffing around to see if you're university football material. " Her words sunk in, penetrating the rage and he lowered his fist. Get into a good college, one with a stellar football team. Make it to the pros. If he screwed that up because of some old scandal, for once he was afraid of what his father would do. Take away his car, throw him out, disown him. Max's father never disciplined him; it was the only thing he ever drove into Max's head. The only thing he was firm on. His father had hollered at him over the incident with Cameron, only when said incident became public knowledge and newspaper articles had been written about it. He had almost lost it then, almost was kicked off the team. Only Mrs. Beatrice's cooperation with his father and Priscilla's grandmother had help stopped the scandal. Lili watched Max's face intently as the emotions flickered over it. "You just stay the hell out of my way and leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone. Cameron's my plaything now, not yours. Just forget about him. Understand?" Max's huge hands balled into ham-like fists. "You'd better watch your back, psychotic bitch." Liliana shook her head, heaving a falsely disappointed sigh. " You're just as stupid as you look. Maybe dumber. And you'd better watch all your sides. I'm telling you, mess with me and I'll fuck you up so good. As good as I fucked Pissy Prissy up. Maybe even better." "You threatening me?" His voice shook with rage and he started to raise a fist to swing at her. Lili moved fast. His ham-like fist was only partially extended when pain erupted in his groin, enveloping his entire being, followed by several more waves of pain as her knee, then her booted foot found contact with his genitals. He curled in on himself, falling to the gravel. Lili's boot planted firmly on his chest, forcing him onto his back. She bent low, one hand on his throat, squeezing in just the right place to put pressure on his trachea and make his eyes bulge as his airflow was cut off. He was aware of nothing but the pain washing over him and the psychotic bitch above him, pressing down. Her eyes were deadly intent and serious. Lili smirked down at him. "Listen, Missing Link. Accidents happen. You don't want an accident to happen to you like it did to Prissy, do you?" She bent low, weight on her hands, in turn putting more pressure on his neck. He gurgled, gasping as his breath was cut off. Her free hand fished in his pocket, pulling out his keys. She stood up, releasing him and jumping back in case he tried to lunge, but the pain in his swelling, throbbing groin was too great. He closed his eyes, trying to ride the waves of pain drowning him and gasping, drawing deep ragged breaths into his hungry lungs. Her sharp bark of laughter cut into him, making him open his eyes and look at her. "If you were smart, you'll have learned your lesson. Don't fuck with me. Simple, yeah, stupid? " She turned to go back to her car and the wide-eyed, effeminate boy in it. As she did, she tossed his car keys down the nearby storm pipe.
  2. Thoughts/ comments/ critiques are welcome and appreciated. ^^ EDIT TO ADD: The forum switch messed up some of the formatting in some parts. Working on fixing that, but I may miss a few. BAD SEED by C.K. (Cute Kitten) Sweet notes of baby powder and diaper cream filled the air, underscored by a faint tinge of dirty diaper. Cameron MacLeod lay on his back, staring up at the white painted ceiling tile decorated with decals of teddy bears and ABC blocks. He sucked on the large rubber nipple, the plastic shield of the pacifier pressing against his lips. His hooded sweatshirt and onesie were pushed up to his armpits, and the plastic strap securing him to the changing table was tight; Mrs. Vesper had the unfortunate habit of fastening it too tight, as if she thought that somehow made it extra secure. He felt a tugging sensation on his hips and lower abdomen as a fresh diaper was taped around him. "A clean diapee feels better, doesn't it?" Ms. Sweeney chirped in her sugary sweet sing-song voice. Her diaper changes were much gentler than Mrs. Vesper's. She had gotten called away by a phone call, so Ms. Sweeney had stepped in and finished changing him. He tilted his head, looking up at his teacher and licensed regression therapist. Her plump, ruby red lips smiled down at him and her brown eyes twinkled, full of the joy of life. Her short, curly black hair frizzed around her head like a fuzzy dark halo and huge rhinestones sparkled in her earlobes. She chattered away, mostly to herself, not expecting her charges to answer. Most of them could or would not. Cameron caught her eyes and returned her smile behind his binky. He was one of the few who could. He had a hand full of classmates in the special education; regression therapy curriculum. His only reply to her was a smile. Dirty diaper, clean diaper, it made no difference to the eighteen year old. He had been in diapers since he was six. The last day he had worn big boy underwear- they had a print of Spiderman, he recalled that specifically- his life had changed forever. He shivered at the memory, his heart skipping a beat "It's cold, huh, baby?" Ms. Sweeney cooed as if he were a toddler. "Let's get you all fixed up and snuggly warm again." She unfastened the changing table security strap, pulled down his blue onesie down, fastening it over his diaper. He heard the metal snaps click shut, pressing the padded bulk closer to him and felt some of the cool baby powder shift in his diaper, sliding down towards his butt. He felt her tugging on his pants and heard all those snaps click shut. The cold was not what made him shiver, but that was something he did not want to talk or think about. He was happy the cool days of early autumn were growing colder as winter approached. Wearing pants and long sleeves was a lot more acceptable in the cold weather than it was in the warm. It was normal. He would rather be stared at for being dressed like a weirdo in the warm weather than to expose what lay beneath his clothing, and he did not mean his diapers. The snaps on all his pants, and the tell-tale bulge of a thick diaper, coupled with the loud crinkly noise they made, all gave away his diapered state anywhere he went. No, what he hid from the world was the painful mementos of the fateful day that changed the course of his life forever. That day was the reason he still wore diapers, and why he was in the regression therapy program. Ms. Sweeney watched her student's pretty face crumple. Cameron had better control of his emotions than her other students, and he was the one who had been through the most. He had also been through the most intensive therapy. When reading his files for the first time, she had been horrified at the nightmare the boy had survived. He had also spent several years in a mental hospital that specialized in intensive regression therapy. "What a cute ducky!" She tapped the yellow duck embroidered on the chest of his blue onesie. "What does the ducky say?" She asked, fearing he was having a melt down and wanted to distract him from it, like she would distract a baby having a tantrum. Cameron stared up at his teacher. He knew what she was trying to do, distract him from his thoughts. The technique worked with patients who had been mentally and emotionally regressed. It had worked on him in the hospital, when he had been little more than an overgrown infant. It worked on his classmates, who were kept emotionally regressed. He played along. "Woof-woof!" He spat his binky out. "Silly baby. Puppies say woof. Duckies go quack-quack." Ms.Sweeney cooed then pulled his hooded sweatshirt down, hiding his ducky and his onesie from sight. "Uh-oh." She smiled and slipped his binky back between his pink lips. Cameron opened his lips so she could slip the rubber nipple into his mouth. "There we go, all done!" She held out her hands, and Cameron placed his hands in hers, allowing her to help him sit up then jump down from the changing table. His hooded sweatshirt hung loose on his slim frame. It was light blue with white and baby blue stripes on the sleeves. His jeans would have passed for normal jeans except for the snaps running along the inner legs all the way up to his crotch, to make for easier diaper checks and changes. His plastic backed diaper crinkled noisily with each little movement and the thick padding around his crotch was familiar and comforting. "Tank yew." He lisped behind his binky to Ms. Sweeney as she tugged at his pants and shirt once more, fixing them now that he was standing. A little bit of drool ran down his chin and plopped down his ever-present bib. A bright yellow ducky clip with a blue strap secured his paci to his shirt. "You're welcome, sweetie. Go back to your seat now." She patted his heavily padded bottom then set about cleaning up the changing table and throwing his used diaper and wipes into the diaper genie. He started across the regression room, which resembled an adult-sized daycare. The thick bulk of his diaper forced his legs apart, giving him an unsteady toddler's waddle. He toddled past the locked classroom door when loud voices drew his attention to the glass window in the heavy door. It was locked to prevent any regressed students from wandering out, for their own protection of course. The regression room was more like a daycare in the highschool, and students in the regression therapy program were little more than oversized toddlers and babies.
  3. The Disney trip sounds fun! Love how his diapers are getting thicker!
  4. I've always been a fan of frilly rhumba panties covering a very thick diaper and peeking out from under the hem of a short dress
  5. I wear plastic panties over my night diapers since I flop around a lot. The plastic pants help prevent leaks.
  6. 2-5 diapers a day, depending on how absorbent the diaper is and my fluid intake.
  7. I sleep better while diapered. I feel more comfortable and secure in a nice, thick diaper.
  8. Wet diapers don't bother me; if I'm in an absorbent diaper and it's only a little damp I'll wear it to bed. I won't wear a soaking, near capacity diaper to bed since I'm not a fan of leaks. I don't mind messing my diaper, but I always change shortly after.
  9. 0. It's part of my private life, and it stays private.
  10. My usual time to write is "whenever I have the time + motivation", which usually involves me being able to resist getting distracted by the internet. When I can focus, my most productive time for writing does tend to be in the morning, but thanks to participating in National Novel Writing Month in November, I've learned to write whenever/ where ever I can.
  11. Is sex allowed as long as the characters are 18+ (aka consenting adults?)
  12. I've been bitten by the festive spirit bug, so I whipped up a little holiday story about a girl with an attitude just as bad as her bladder control who ends up dealing with much more worse than Santa and his lumps of coal. Santa isn't the only holiday spirit coming to town, and this particular spirit specializes in punishing bad babies. Thoughts, comments, critiques, etc are appreciated! I'm still writing this as I post it in pieces, so suggestions/ideas are welcome. ETA: This was supposed to be a short story. So far, it's at 30K words. It's pushing into novel territory. And it's not done yet! (starting to get there, though!) A NAUGHTY CHRISTMAS by Cute Kitten ~ Part One: To Grandmother's House We Go ~ “I’m not wearing this damn thing!” Reila swore under her breath as she pulled her cobalt jeggings back up. She wiggled around the tiny bathroom in her fur trimmed Ugg boots. The soft, stretchy fabric of her jeggings- the bastard love child of jeans and leggings- felt weird as it rubbed over her bare crotch and butt. Finally, the tight material settled just right on her slender frame. She tugged down her bright turquoise sweater-tunic and smoothed it in place. She turned, checking herself in the mirror above the sink. The thick, knitted wool covered her butt, hiding her freshly un-padded bottom from view. “Perfect. The old hag will never be able to tell.” She smirked and tossed the unused purple with pink butterflies printed pull-up into the garbage, hiding it under layers of used, balled up paper towels just in case her mother decided to check the bathroom in suspicion of just such a stunt. Reila put her hand on the door, hesitating for a second with a nagging sense of guilt. What if her mother lifted her shirt to make sure she still had her protection on? Given the last few months, Reila wouldn’t have put it past her. But in a crowded airport? No, not even her mother was that insane. She pushed the door open. Eight hours was a long flight. What if she fell asleep and wet herself, as she had been doing every time she dozed off? She bit her lip, tempted to go back in, fish her pull up out of the trash and put it back on. Planes had toilets. She’d just have to remember to go a lot so her stupid, malfunctioning bladder stayed empty. She stepped out and was immediately accosted by her mother. “Took you a while.” Sonja stared at her daughter, pursing her red lips in displeasure. “I had to take a shit.” Reila fired back at her mom’s suspicious accusation. She crossed her arms defensively. “I’m eighteen, not two. You can trust me.” “Yet you wear the same undergarments as a two year old and act just like one. After your recent escapades, you’ve lost my trust. You’re doing a poor job of earning it back. Even the judge saw fit to strip you of your adult status. Need I remind you that just days after court. One more screw up and it's straight up the river for you.” Sonja’s eyes narrowed at the back talk as she stared Reila down. Reila’s defiant glare gradually withered to a sulky pout under her mother’s cool, firm disapproval. Sonja was at her wit’s end with the girl. Barely an adult, yet she’d racked up a laundry list of misdemeanors and law violations long enough to do any hardened criminal proud. Just like her absent father. Sonja encouraged Reila’s spunky spirit, knowing it would help her get through tough times in life. Sonja could have used a little more spunk and backbone in her own childhood. Maybe then she wouldn’t have married young to a man who turned out to be a murderous loser that ended up in prison for life. Reila had gotten into fights in preschool and elementary school. Middle school saw her skipping school and taking up smoking. High school was full of underage drinking, unsupervised parties, and smoking pot. Reila progressed to breaking and entering , vandalizing school property for a senior prank. Even though she was not a senior. She should have been, but all that hookie and sleeping in class led to her flunking junior year. This year she should be graduating, but she was repeating her junior year instead. Then came the sex tapes on the internet. The proverbial cherry on top was her getting arrested for shop-lifting lingerie at the mall. The judge, being lenient with youth offenders and in the spirit of the Christmas season, gave Reila one last chance to clean up her act. He gave Sonja legal custody of her, declaring Reila unfit to run her own life Next stop for her was prison or one of those new Regression Therapy discipline camps for youth offenders designed to turn troublesome youth into moral, upright citizens. “There’s a line of people waiting for the bathroom.” Reila said sulkily, lowering her gaze to her mother’s scuffed, off brand boots. Sonja, a single mother, did her best to give Reila the name brand things she liked. Right now, she just wanted her mother to stop staring at her. “Because you were holding it up. You’d better still have your diaper on.” Sonja hissed in a loud voice then swept past for her turn in the bathroom. “They’re pull-ups, not diapers!” Reila retorted just as loud as the door closed in her face. She was suddenly aware of eyes on her; her eyes scanned the airport crowd. Those nearby stared incredulously at her- the pretty, fashionable young lady loudly proclaiming her pull-ups were not diapers. Meeting her gaze, most on lookers looked away in embarrassment but some continued to stare. Few smirked in amusement. Her cheeks flamed red as Rudolph’s nose and she ducked behind a nearby pillar. Why did the airport have to be so damn crowded? It was only the first week of December. Not holiday travel time, even though that’s what she and her mother were doing. Her mother with the embarrassingly loud mouth. Life just loved to take a big, steamy shit on her. All she wanted was to have a little fun, to live her own life. She never hurt anyone. Yet the judge saw fit to turn her back into a child just for a little harmless pick-pocketing. Her mother had breathing down her throat ever since she was arrested and released. On top of that, her bladder had been acting up since she woke up in the hospital several months ago. She’d gotten her stomach pumped after passing out due to a cocktail of various alcoholic drinks and funny shaped pills. Maybe a line or two of cocaine, she didn’t really remember. Those were the best parties- the ones she couldn’t remember. Pure bliss. Now, her life was pure piss. Wet bed every fucking night since she’d woken up in the hospital. Pissing herself during the day, too. Like when that cute cop handcuffed her. Or when she peed herself standing in front of that bastard judge. In a bizarre way, wet pants, along with her baby face, had helped convince the judge to be lenient with her. All these accidents were just flukes. Nerves. Stress. The doctor had said something about street drugs being laced with other shit and unpredictable side effects, but what did that stupid bitch know? Reila did NOT need diapers. Pull-ups. She’d show them all she could keep her pants dry.
  13. I wanted to try something a little different from my other stories. Please let me know what you think. DADDY’S GIRL by Cute Kitten (CK) Edgar sat on a bench across the street from the museum, hidden behind a newspaper. Occasionally, he’d peek out to glance at the museum steps. As the minutes on his watch ticked by, his peeks became more frequent. Never once did he turn a page or read a single word. He was waiting for her. His dream baby. He’d been waiting his whole life for her. And now she was late. His hold on the newspaper tightened, crinkling the grey paper. That she would so rudely stand him up angered him, made him want to hit her, spank her, punish her for her disobedience. He took a deep, calming breath. She wasn’t his. Not quite yet. He just had to be patient until their first meeting was over. Then she would be his baby and he could teach her proper behavior. She didn’t know his rules yet. Her blog on that diaper forum said she would be here today, how excited she was to have a diaper day out at the museum. He peered over the top of his paper just as the 56U bus rolled by. He checked his watch. It was twenty minutes late. He could forgive her for that; a late bus wasn’t exactly her fault, after all. He knew she took the bus, what bus, even the bus stops. He knew all about Willow- her full name, address, university. Even her preferred diaper brands and her social security number. Private things she never mentioned anywhere on the internet. He’d been studying her, watching her for months, as he did all his babies when he was thinking about adopting them. He watched her like a hawk, circling closer and closer before swooping in for the adoption. Today was that day. So very soon, she’d be his baby. He closed his eyes and shuddered in pleasure at the thought, savoring all this plans for her. Willow was his sweet princess. His crowned, diapered glory. His other babies….something always went wrong. Eventually, they disobeyed their perfectly loving daddy, forced him to punish them for being such naughty babies. They cried and cried; he got angry and angrier until he lost control. Then he was the one crying in betrayal and sorrow as he buried them. He didn’t like doing it; that was the part of being a daddy he liked the least. It broke his heart. He was a good daddy to his babies, even when they were bad. He buried each baby with a clean diaper, blankie and pacifier. Then he had to go look for a new, good baby. Like her- his perfect, innocent angel. He was certain she would never be a bad baby. The click-clack of mary janes on the pavement made his head jerk. There she was. His Willow. His palms grew sweaty and his heart flip-flopped in his chest. She came down the street from the bus stop, towards the museum. Her thick chestnut hair glimmered in the sun with streaks of honey. She’d pulled it up into two long, wavy pigtails tied with frilly black bows. She usually wore it loose, flowing down to her hips or restrained in one long French braid. Today she wore it special for her new daddy. He smiled. Such a good girl. She wore a black sundress with lavender ruffles and loose skirt that brushed just above her knees, perfect for concealing a diaper. Finishing off her ensemble was a juvenile, pink Hello Kitty backpack. Did she have changing supplies in there? His fingers trembled in anticipation. She wouldn’t have to change her own diaper, or be potty trained, much longer….. Willow hopped up the steps like a silly toddler then disappeared into the museum without even glancing at him. Edgar sighed in disappointment, tossed the newspaper onto the bench and followed her inside.
  14. If you want to be incontinent, that choice is totally up to you. I would recommend going to a doctor and getting checked out just to rule out any serious medical problems.
  15. Those sound awesome. I haven't come across one, but if I ever do I'll make sure to give the table a try!
  16. I'm very comfortable- I wear most of the time, no matter what I'm doing. I'm careful about keeping my diapers covered and discrete.
  17. I don't carry a diaper bag. I do carry a big purse though, with one zippered compartment reserved for 2 extra diapers, wipes and diaper cream and some plastic bags.
  18. I tend to go by weight, and if I'm ordering online I usually try a sample before I buy a bag or case. Sometimes if I'm unsure, I'll order more samples before I commit to being stuck with a bag or a case of diapers I don't like.
  19. I noticed that on their shop. I'm going to have to give them a try!
  20. No one's ever noticed my diapers, and I've had a few small leaks. No one's going to notice- and even if they did, like say the top of your diaper peeked out or something- they probably would just assume it's medical and wouldn't say anything. Most people are so wrapped up in their own lives/ their own thoughts, they don't care what the other Joe and Jane Schmoes in the crowd are doing, unless it's something blatantly off the wall. Like going out in just an obvious adult sized baby diaper. If you're concerned about noise, you could try wearing a cloth backed disposable since they're a little quieter than the plastic backed. Or an adult pull up, just until your confidence is built up. You could also try wearing looser clothing if you're worried about bulge. I'd suggest do what makes you feel comfortable and just enjoy your diapers!
  21. My favorite coloring books are the Harry Potter ones. Sometimes I like to print up manga pages, or non-colored (black and white) lineart drawings of my favorite characters and use those as coloring pages.
  22. Thank you all so much for commenting! I really enjoy hearing what you think!!!! Very few visitors were at the museum. Besides the employees, he and his baby girl were the only ones in the vast lobby. Since it was still early on a weekday, the museum had only been open for a few hours. Willow was paying at the counter, digging through her Hello Kitty backpack for her wallet. He was sure she had diapers in there. What kind did she wear? Pull-ups or those horrible, quiet cloth backed disposables? He had some super thick, extra noisy, pink plastic backed disposables waiting for her at home, along with very thick cloth and extra noisy plastic panties. How adorable she would look toddling around, barely able to walk in such thick diapers, if he let her walk at all…. Edgar hung back by the doors. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, pretending to study posters advertising upcoming special displays and exhibits. He turned his head slightly so he could keep a discreet eye on her. The clerk gave Willow’s immature outfit a suspicious eye. When Willow opened her bag up, the clerk leaned forward slightly to peer in. Her eyebrows rose up and her mouth puckered into a disapproving frown. Willow blushed and quickly zipped her bag close, hiding whatever the clerk had seen from view. The girl carefully avoided eye contact as she handed her money over. Her gaze stayed firmly fixed on the tops of her shiny mary janes. The clerk laid an admission ticket and change down on the marble counter instead of handing it over, forcing Willow to pick it up. She scurried into an archway of the museum proper and out of his sight. Edgar was so moved by how shy and sweet his baby was that he needed to say a few words in defense of her. He stepped up to the desk. The clerk punched buttons on the cash register with one hand, rattled off the price then held her hand out expectantly. He sat the money down on the counter so she had to pick it up. Catching her eye, he said, “You know, some people wear diapers for medical reasons.” He kept his hand palm up on the counter, waiting for his change. The clerk slapped his change and ticked down on the counter right next to his hand. She leaned in close, forcing him to lean back. Her eyes were hard as flint. “And some don’t.” His gaunt cheeks flushed red as he snatched up his coins and ticket. “That shouldn’t make a difference.” Unimpressed, she eyed him up and down, taking in his bean-pole frame, neatly parted hair and pressed trousers. “It does. Now, do you have any museum related questions or do you want to stand there and cause trouble?” Her gaze flicked from him to a uniformed security guard lounging nearby. At her look, the man straightened up and turned his bored attention to them. Edgar refused to be intimidated. He was a good, strong daddy; he would stick up for his baby girl. The clerk made him feel like a small, bullied child again. He should go find his baby girl and make sure she was alright. He couldn’t do that if he was thrown out…. “No.” He muttered, fighting to keep the tremble out of his voice. He turned and headed for the same archway Willow disappeared through. He paused at the threshold, turning to shoot the clerk a dirty look. She was shuffling papers and completely ignoring him, so quickly dismissing him as unworthy of her attention. Edgar gritted his teeth and marched off after his baby girl. Willow would notice him. She would meet him, see him for the first time today. She would become aware of his existence and he was going to be the center of her world for the rest of her life. Her daddy. He was going to be her loving daddy and she would be his pretty, helpless baby, completely dependent on him.
  23. Edit Note: Due to the site update several months ago, the formatting in some parts have been changed. Things like speech quotes "blah blah" and apostrophes (ex: can't) were replaced with weird lettering/ symbols. I'm slowly going back and fixing it when I have the time to do so. I think I got them all. XD If there's anything I missed (or any other comments, good or bad) please point them out. ^.^ This is one of my first diaper stories, and the first topic I've made here. So I'm just testing the waters here. :3 I wanted to write a Halloween themed story. I appreciate thoughts and comments on the story, and if you think there's anything I can improve on. Three years. I never planned on this story taking so long to finish, but I'm nearing the home stretch and I hope to have it finished by this Halloween. I'm super happy to make this announcement: as of 8-28-16 ROUGH DRAFT IS FINISHED!!!!! All that's left is editing and typing it up. TRICKY TREATS by Cute_Kitten Kaoru squirmed in her carseat, stretching her cramped muscles with what little wiggle room the dip of the seat and the harness restraint allowed. She pressed against the thick pink cushions of the over sized infant carrier, her diaper crinkling. As much as she loved her carseat, she'd been in it for hours. Her mate, Danny, had decided to drive straight through, stopping only for gas, to feed or change her, or for the occasional piss at the side of the road. She had slept most of the way up north through the night. Mate was a funny word, but given what Danny was, it was suitable. It was the correct term, according to him. Kaoru just called him her boyfriend, but their relationship was deeper than that, more like soul mates from a fairly tale. The term married couple could have applied to them, but that didn't really fit right, either. Mate sounded just as funny to her as boyfriend or husband did to Daniel. Mate was a strange word, but then Danny's true nature aside, they were a strange couple, she supposed. She enjoyed playing baby. It helped her cope with her past and her insecurities. As for Daniel, well, he was not human at all. An oversized infant carrier was just as strange and unbelieveable as Danny's true nature was. It had been a gift sent from Auntie Hester, who over the phone had told them in jest that making a car seat that size was as easy as bippity boppity boo. Karou settled back down, staring out the window at the crisp colors of autumn leaves in the early morning sun. Her gaze shfited from the trees to her reflection. Staring back at her was what looked to be a petite preteen girl, half white and half Japanese, or Halfu as she'd been called back in her home country- half Japanese and half gaijin, dressed in a pink, oversized infant sleeper with attached mittens and booties and evident bulge of a ridiculously thick diaper. The sleeper had Disney Princess print. The pink and purple pacifier she sucked on and the Cinderella bib around her neck completed the ensemble. She scrunched her pert little nose up at her reflection. She didn't like how her eyes looked without her usual gyaru style makeup that made her eyes look poppingly big, almost like a Shojo anime character or a doll. Danny assured her she looked beyond adorable either way. The no makeup rule when playing baby was the only part of it she didn't like. Without makeup, she looked even younger than the preteen or young teen she was usually mistaken for. Over here in America, people always thought she was around fourteen or fifteen with makeup and ten or twelve without it. Her actual age was eighteen. She wondered if she ever got the chance to go back to her home country what age people would assume she was. Her actual gender was more tricky. She had been born a male, and had physically been a male for few years of her life. As a toddler, she had been drawn to girly things and had always felt like a girl inside, even when her mom and maternal grandparents insisted she was a boy. That came to a head when her mother's yakuza thug of a boyfriend, after a drinking binge one day, snatched Kaoru by her hair, sliced her dress off with a knife, slicing into her skin in the process, then began to butcher- The memory suddenly vanished, blanking from her mind as if sucked up by a vacum cleaner. Kaoru gasped, almond eyes wide and pacifier tumbling from her lips. Her pulse sped and she grabbed onto Miss Mopsy, hugging her beloved plush bunny tight. "Pumpkin, you okay?" Kaoru looked up into a pair of concerned blue eyes visible in the rearview mirror as Danny checked on her from the driver's seat. She forced a weak smile that he didn't buy. "J-just a-a bad memory but it....feels more like a bad day dream. It disappeared in the middle-" She trailed off into a low mumble but he could still hear her heavily accented English. Her face showed her confusion. That memory was real, had happened, but it was already gone from her mind, wiped away like the early morning mists. Remnants lingered like ghosts, but even they were fading. Danny's eyes softened with a touch of sadness, sorry that his baby girl's past still hurt her. "Auntie Hester said the effects of the potion she sent will increase with each dose. It will take some time, but soon you'll forget those memories forever." Hester was a very good friend of Daniel's; they considered each other siblings even though they were not related by blood at all. Or marriage. Neither was Hester Kaoru's aunt or any relation at all, but she insisted Kaoru call her Auntie, and Karou seemed to enjoy it as well. Kaoru's smile grew slightly more steady. There were things in her past she did not want to remember. Therapy and medication hadn't helped her cope much, and the scars on her body were reminder enough. Danny's sister had sent Kaoru a special potion she'd brewed, and dose by dose it was gradually erasing the painful things Kaoru dearly wished to forget, misting over the scars of her heart and mind.
  24. Thank you all for commenting! I enjoy hearing what you think! “That feels better.” Gabby sighed contentedly as she ran her fingers over the tapes on her fresh, dry diaper. It would’ve been much easier if someone else changed her. She blushed scarlet at the stray thought. Exposing her most intimate, urine soaked parts to someone else? Horrifying. A small voice inside her insisted it might be nice to be cared for and loved so deeply…. Maybe if it was someone she trusted completely…. The fresh diaper felt almost thin in comparison to the swollen one she’d waddled around in all night. The orange plastic still engulfed her, nearly covering her entire torso. The back nearly touched her shoulder blades while the front once again ruffled about her sternum, just under her breasts. Every slight movement resulted in a crinklefest of noise from the thick plastic. The ridiculously thick padding forced her legs apart. “I could never get used to this.” She poked at the paneling featuring Woodstock the little yellow Peanuts bird dressed up as a ghost. “It did keep my costume dry all night.” She hadn’t leaked despite all her peeing. She hadn’t had to worry about her bladder. It was a nice change from her constantly leaky pullups. Maybe she could get used to noisy diaper bulk after all. Gabby reached for her pants then grunted as she fought to get them over the bulging bulk of her diaper. With one loud grunt and a spurt of pee, she yanked them up. The tight pants squeezed the huge diaper to her, making her feel the bulk even more. Her pants wouldn’t button. She glanced in the mirror then looked away. A mere glance gave away her obviously padded state. Luckily, her shirt was long enough to help hide it. Fully dressed, she checked herself again in the mirror. “It’s still obvious.” She frowned, poking her diapered rump. Could she wear diapers like this to school? So bulky and noisy, but it would keep her dry...Maybe if she wore a skirt or dress…..she just had to find out where those diapers came from. She mulled over it while she carefully folded up the costume and put it on the closed toilet lid, where she’d found her clothes. She shrank from the idea of asking Auntie Hester; it was too embarrassing. Her insides turned to jello just thinking about it. She’d look online first. Maybe ask her doctor? If that didn’t work...she’d just save asking Auntie Hester as a last resort. She left the bathroom door open behind her as she crinkled and waddled into the hall. Her leg muscles were warmed up, but still felt unsteady and weak. She had just enough stamina to make it home slowly. She wished, for one moment, Auntie Hester could take her home in that wonderfully comfortable stroller. Her father Juan would go ballistic if she showed up like that. He already wasn’t going to be happy about her new undergarment. She sighed and brushed aside her feelings aside. She didn’t care what he thought, and she didn’t want to deal with his disapproving, Spanish lectures. “Gabby? We’re in the living room.” Hester’s voice called out. Gabby followed to the family room. Hester had traded in her witch costume for a cream sweater and brown skirt. She sat in a plush armchair while Danny sat on the blue carpeted floor with Kaoru between his widespread legs while they sorted out her candy. The sight of him brought Gabby up short. That mountain of man muscle either hated shirts or loved showing off all his chiseled flesh. Kaoru already wore her pajamas; a snuggly warm lilac footed sleeper. Gabby blushed at the juvenile attire but wasn’t surprised. She had a pair of footed pajamas back home at her grandparents’ farm. Those pjs were very popular in the cold weather. Even stores like Target and Walmart sold them in adult sizes. Except Kaoru’s had a snap crotch and zipped up the back. Gabby lingered by the door, watching the happy family. Danny was more interested in the candy than Kaoru was. He’d dumped it out in front of the petite girl. She sat with her legs splayed, mirroring Danny’s pose. The bulge of her humongous diaper strained against the snap crotch, threatening to burst it open. She half heartedly picked through the candy while Danny plunged in like an eager kid, busily sorting it into two piles- things that were safe for Kaoru to eat, and things that weren’t. Occasionally, he presented a piece to her. She’d just shrug or shake her head then he’d toss the piece into the larger ‘no’ pile. Kaoru swayed slightly, huge diaper rustling and filling up the quiet room with the sound of crinkling plastic. Kaoru blinked owlishly several times and yawned, smiling sleepily up at Danny. He smiled lovingly back down at her. Gabby’s heart swelled at the tender scene. She’d had many moments like that back home. Here with her father, all she had was loneliness, hurt and humiliation. Kaoru knew those feelings well, too. Gabby recalled their conversation at the playground. The small girl had been shunned her entire life because of her feet and her diapers, ignored and teased as a small child because she couldn’t keep up with her normal peers. She grew up ostracized and bullied worse than Gabby was. Yet here she was, smiling and happy with a man who loved her. Gabby had been happy tonight, too. Until Jennifer and Becky. She’d had fun at the playground with Kaoru, too. So much fun they became fast friends. She’d had to fight hard to get past Kaoru’s innate shyness and now she had a close friend with bladder problems like her. Someone who could relate to her. She could fight to be happy, too. Auntie Hester was right. She would make tonight a happy memory. One not ruined by bullies. She wouldn’t let the bullies have that victory.
  25. Thank you for commenting! Azrael picked up the red velvet Santa bag and pulled out various items; a travel tub of baby wipes, a tube of diaper cream, a bottle of baby powder, and a huge candy cane striped diaper like Nicky wore. She frowned, still feeling around in the bag. The more she reached in, the more the bag stretched unnaturally until she was poking her head in. Reila blinked as she watched the bag expand more than it should have been capable of. The bag was too small to fit that much Christmas demon in it. That was the same bag Azrael had pulled the adult sized baby bouncer out of. This was some crazy Mary Poppins shit. “Ah, here we are. Now the fun starts.” Az crowed triumphantly, holding aloft a pair of pliers like a trophy. Nicky whimpered, shutting his eyes tight. Confusion clouded Reila’s gaze. What was she going to do with those? Do something so she couldn’t take her diaper off herself? She heard Nicky’s diaper crinkle loudly as he squirmed in his bouncer. Her eyes flew to the plastic backed, candy cane monstrosity. Nicky’s damned diapers. She remembered the suffocating, waddling bulk and deafening crinkle. Now she was going to be imprisoned in one. She snapped. “Oh hell no! You’re not diapering me, you fucking psychotic bitch!” She snarled, trying to move her body. It wouldn’t obey. Her head wouldn’t even turn. The numb, tingling sensation from when she first fell and inhaled the Christmas magic still spread all over her body. It crept up from her neck, making her face tingle. As if it was growing stronger, not wearing off. She screamed in frustration. “Scream all you want, Riley baby. No one will hear you. Christmas magic muffles all sounds. It’s how the Fat Fart goes unheard. I let you hear me, but Uschi and Sonja are fast asleep. Dreaming of sugar plums and festive shit like that.” Az smiled and flapped open the gigantic diaper. The thick plastic rectangle crinkled like an army of grocery bags. Reila’s voice was still hoarse and sore from her earlier screaming. Her mouth was dry and she panted heavily, no longer able to scream but still full of fear and anger. The tingling numbness spread up from her throat, all along her tongue and teeth. Like her mouth was full of novicane. She glowered up at Az for all she was worth, trying to scare her. Nicky met Reila’s gaze once, stared at her for several long seconds as if he was seeing what was in heart. His pretty doll face crumpled and he looked away. “Finished with your tantrum already? Such a noisy baby. Diapees are the least of your worries.” Az paused, fluffing out the diaper and stroking the soft padding inside just waiting to swaddle Reila. She laid the diaper down on the floor, well away from Reila’s pee puddle. She came closer to Reila, locking gazes with her. “You’ve done a good job fucking up your life. You were on a very bad road. Just like your daddy. Think of me as the construction crew here to reroute you. Fix you up. Though from your point of view, I really will be fucking things up for you.” She laughed. “Feking bish!” Fucking bitch. Reila croaked. If her mouth wasn’t so dry, she would have drooled. Anger boiled over her fear at the slurred speech but her body was too tired, too sore from screaming to voice her raging emotions. She couldn’t move her body, and now she couldn’t talk. She ignored the fear, blocked it out with anger by focusing on the cause. On Azrael. “Tsk, tsk. Such a potty mouth. I was going to be nice and clean you up. Diaper you first...but screw it. Let’s start with the fun part. Where did I put those pliers?” She felt around. The metal bells on her horns reflected the twinkling red and green sparkles filling the air with Christmas magic. At the word pliers, Nicky whimpered. “Az. Please. Is that necessary?” He trembled in his bouncer, padded mittens waving helplessly like he wanted to pull Reila away from Azrael. Like he wanted to stop Az, but he was stuck, secure and helpless as a baby in his bouncer. “Please. Az. Don’t do it. Please. Rachel didn’t have it done. “ Az stiffened at Nicky’s soft, desperate pleading. She turned to look at the big, girly baby. “Nicky. We’ve discussed this. Emma Jean screwed up with Rachel. Your grandpa even approved of my plan. It’s happening.” She snatched up the pliers from the floor by the other diaper supplies. Nicky deflated, tears trickling down his cheeks in distress. He glanced once at Reila. “I’m sowwy.” He covered his eyes with his mittens as if he couldn’t bear to watch.