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I vaguely remember visiting that site as a youth just learning and exploring about ABDL. I thought that site was nuked off the face of the...err, internet. Apparently not- did it somehow survive, or is this a resurrected archive? Should we call it Zombie D**ker?

Some ABDL groups on fetlife have private parties where you can do things like that. Or there are cons (I don't think messing your diaper is allowed though) like TeddyCon. I think there are/ were a few others in previous years but I can't recall their names.

pair those with a onesie= a super cute outfit! ?

I liked the Lavenders, but since they're not on the site (or if they are, I'm somehow missing them) and it's been a while, I assumed they were just quietly discontinued. Good to hear they could just be having supply issues.

Renny sounds like it would be someone's nickname to me, but maybe it'll catch on with the wider kink population?

Being able to control one's urges to consume alcohol is always a good thing. Best of luck!

space kitties! I like it!

It might be easy- and free- to find some Christmas trees now that the holiday is over. Dumpster diving! But there's still New Years and most people I know leave their tree up until after the New Year....so plenty of free, second hand real trees after the holidays. ?

I'm wondering what that would look like come tax time.... though one could just leave the diaper fetish part out of the job description...

Out of my stories, the ones that had the most engagement from readers tend to be longer works with more character development/ fleshed out characters than just diapers and pickle-tickling. Showing the emotional journeys of characters helps readers connect to those characters and come to care about them (or hate their guts, depending upon the character- but either way, it's getting an emotional reaction from readers) which helps gets them invested in the story. Having an engaging plot helps too.

That would work, too. Or dropping the ice cube into boiling water.

The only way I can truly think of to force yourself into diapers is a pair of locking plastic pants. And giving someone else the key, or putting the key in an ice cube (if you do that, you can only change your diaper after the ice cube melts). But even then, you can always, if you're desperate enough, cut the plastic panties up if you REALLY wanted out of those diapers. The only thing that can truly keep you in diapers is yourself. Best of luck, no matter what you decide. There's no right or wrong answers, only what is right for you.

Merry Christmas everyone! Stay safe!

This update is dedicated to Sarah Penguin. Thank you for your support, patience and love for this story. It makes me very happy to know my stories make other people happy. I've enjoyed writing this story, but real life and other projects had priority. I found some time over the holidays this year to work in an update, and I hope you enjoy this installment as much as previous ones! Merry Christmas everyone. May your holiday be safe and happy, wherever you are and whatever circumstances you find yourself in. It's been a long, hard year so I hope you take some time and find yourself some joy. My holiday wish is this story may, in a very small way, brighten your day. If you enjoyed this story, I have others on Amazon. If you have Kindle Unlimited, all my stories are free! https://www.amazon.com/C.K.-Kat/e/B07WQHB9RR That wink was a dagger in Reila’s heart. She lay quietly, concentrating on translating Uschi and Sonja’s words from German into English. She wasn’t as fluent as her mother. Following the small talk seemed safer than thinking about her new status in life. But that wink ripped her mental safety net away. Great Grandma Uschi knew. She saw Reila as an adult turned into a baby instead of the normal baby Sonja saw. Suspicion curdled her stomach. Had Uschi instigated the whole thing? Uschi knew Hans and his family well; she spent Christmas with them every year. Hans was related to horrible Emma Jean and Nicky. Uschi had invited Sonja and Reila to come live with her. The dots connected all too well to just be coincidence. Had she summoned demonic Azrael as well? “Ow ood yoo? Aa doo no een ta oo!” How could Ushi do that? Reila did nothing to her! Tears stung her eyes. She babbled her hurt, flailing her limbs in agitation. Her hands flapped and her legs kicked. The crinkle of her enormous diaper filled the room. “Ga ga goo to you too.” Uschi cooed. Her smile seemed as evil and cold as Azrael’s. “That little baby sure can throw big tantrums, can’t she?” Sonja swallowed a mouth full of mulled wine and nodded. “I can’t wait until she outgrows this stage. I’m not looking forward to her terrible twos!” “Don’t worry, dearie, we’ll be here to help this time.” Uschi spoke to Sonja but looked down at Reila. She suddenly felt cold all over. She shuddered, warmth spurting over her crotch as she peed herself. The monstrous green diaper with white snowflakes didn’t swell at all; the bulky padding whisked the wetness away so fast it felt like she hadn’t peed at all. Sonja frowned to herself, thinking she’d misheard Uschi or misunderstood her German. She shrugged and reached for a puffy spice cookie from the plate on the coffee table. They were homemade, Uschi’s own recipe and more delicious than any store bought. Sonja had helped Ushi make them, and the sweet moist taste filled her with pride. She used to try to bake together when Reila was little, but she often either forgot an ingredient or burned the cookies. They never turned out well, edible at best but the cookies were usually thrown out and Sonja went out last minute looking to buy cookies. Uschi drained the last of the mulled wine from her mug. “Ah.” She smacked her lips in satisfaction. “The cookies turned out good this year. Hans will appreciate a plate. He prefers homemade to store bought. We’ll tell him you made them yourself.” Sonja’s face turned red as a Christmas apple at his name. Her eyes widened and she looked at Uschi in alarm. “But I didn’t! That would be lying!” “Bah.” Uschi waved a gnarled hand dismissively. “It’s not a lie, you did help. And it will impress him. He’s a handsome man, and single, too.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to check Reila’s diaper.” Sonja immediately turned to her adult-sized baby daughter wriggling on the red quilt. She popped open the snaps on Reila’s crotch, squeezing the back of her enormous diaper then the front. “Did my little princess make tinkles? No she didn’t! Her diaper is still dry!” Sonja cooed in a syrupy sweet motherly tone Reila hadn’t heard in years. It caused her heart to twist in her chest and she whined softly, a stream of drool dangling from her toothless gums, past her lips and down her chin to splatter on the quilt. She cringed and looked to the shrivelled prune of an old woman, who glowed with spirit and vitality. “Hans has no kids of his own, but he’s very good with babies. He watches Nicky a lot. He’s watched Rachel too for Emma Jean. He’s got a lot of childcare experience, knows when a loving hug is needed and when to apply the rod.” Uschi continued, ignoring Sonja’s outburst. “Shall we start opening presents?” Sonja patted Reila’s padded bottom, diaper crinkling loudly, then turned to the brightly lit Christmas tree and the presents wrapped in shiny paper. The snaps on Reila’s onesie remained open and cool air tickled her soft inner thighs. She grunted her discomfort but Sonja was too busy pretending she didn’t hear her great grandmother talking about a certain eligible bachelor. Uschi rolled her eyes at Sonja’s immaturity but she dropped the subject and let her tear into the presents. A few were for Uschi and Sonja, but most of them were to baby Riley from Santa. At first Sonja sat Reila up in her lap; Reila flopped over, her noodle limbs flailing about until Sonja held her up. Reila did not have the dexterity needed to open her own presents, so Sonja laid her back on the red quilt and opened them for her. Colorful paper scattered the floor in shreds and crumbled balls mixed with torn red and green ribbons. Reila felt sick to her stomach as abomination after abomination was revealed. Those gifts weren’t from Santa- they were from that demon Azrael. A highchair, a baby bouncer, a walker, a baby swing, numerous toys- rattles, teethers, soft baby dolls- along with pretty dresses drowning in lace, onesies, bibs, bottles, and diapers. Cases of diapers in horrible, awful baby prints. Some were Christmas themed like the candy cane diapers Nicky always wore, the green ones on Reila now, to blue ones with baby penguins, and more babified ones in baby pink with rattles, yellow with baby blocks and teddy bears, and mint green with pacifiers and bows. Reila and Sonja were both overwhelmed for very different reasons. With each present, a fresh wave of horror washed over Reila as her new reality sank in, became more real with each colorful, pretty paper Sonja tore open. The nails in the coffin of her adulthood set in, hammered into place by each adult-sized baby item revealed. Sonja was like a brand new mother at a baby shower, reveling in all the baby paraphernalia. She never realized just how big all the baby crap was, sized for an adult not a real baby. But Uschi, she knew. Uschi sat back, refilled her mug, and enjoyed the show. She knew full well where it all came from. Reila’s gut twisted with fresh hate towards that gnarled bitch. If Uschi truly knew, then she was the cause of all this. But why? Reila never even met the old bat until now, so why would she give a shit about how awful Reila was? She was a grown up, leading her own life and not bothering Uschi at all. Hell, they lived on different continents! Practically on the other side of the world from each other. So what had Reila done that was so damn horrible? She couldn’t understand it. That scared her, made her feel helpless; she wanted to lash out, let that fear out as an angry tirade that made others afraid of her. But she could do nothing except scream and flail her lungs and shit her diaper. Helpless baby. She’d screamed as Azrael pulled her teeth out- she remembered it all so clearly, that horror carved too deep in her mind and heart to ever, ever forget- and all that screaming and rage did nothing. Helpless baby. The only defense she had was Sonja, was dependent upon her mother for everything. That fact terrified her to her core. Nicky could be happy as a helpless baby- he had that horrible demon as his devoted caretaker. In the midst of Azrael’s glory and gloating, lording Reila’s horrible fate over her, Azrael had stopped, frozen in her tracks at Nicky’s soft whimpering. Reila recalled the tender way Az held Nicky in her arms, nursed him from her breast, her face full of love and gentleness. That closeness, that love made Reila feel empty and cold inside. Could her and Sonja have something like that? Once all the presents were opened, Sonja turned to Uschi, crawling next to her plush armchair and laying her hand on top of Uschi’s. “Really, all this is too much, too extravagant. Thank you.” Uschi drained her mug of mulled wine. “I didn’t.” “Yes, you did. Who else would have?” Uschi smiled. “Santa Claus, of course. Or one of his helpers.” She chuckled as if at a private joke while Sonja translated from German to English in her head, face scrunched up in confusion again. Then she shrugged it off as her aged relative being eccentric and let it go. “But it’s getting late, we should get dressed. There’s a red cardigan in your closet. Wear it. Hans will like it.” It wasn’t a suggestion. Sonja nodded at the order, willing to humor Uschi after all those gifts she still believed were from her. “Well, go on.” Uschi waved Sonja towards the stairs. “I’ll sit with the baby.” She grinned at Reila while Sonja scampered off like an excited, nervous school girl without a glance at her daughter. Reila watched her mother go with huge eyes, fear filling her. She whimpered, reaching out with wobbly arms, a silent plea that went unheard. Uschi turned to Reila, cooing down at her. She spoke in German, slow enough for Reila to translate. “Not such a big girl now, are you? I know you blame me for this, but it is your own fault. You’re the last of my family, and it is my duty as head of the family to keep you in line. Both you and Sonja. Hans is finally ready to settle down. He’s been looking for a wife. Sonja is single, so I offered her up for consideration by the Klauses. But you both are a mess. Unsuitable. Disgraceful. I’m ashamed to share blood with either of you. Lucky for me, you were in horrible circumstances. Needed a life line. Sonja jumped at the bait without a second thought. You, little selfish bratty girl, were beyond redemption. So thoughtless in your anger and the hurt underneath it. Sonja is a selfish girl too, inherently lazy, likes to take the easy way out. But at least she can be trained. There’s no hope for you, nothing to reason with. So what to do with you? Turn you into a little baby, just like they did with a brat named Rachel.” She shrugged her bony shoulders, finished with what she had to say. Reila stared, dumb founded. So all this was because Hans wanted a wife, and Uschi, wanting to brown nose to some powerful supernatural family, offered up one of her descendents? And Reila was too independent, too strong willed to come to heel like an obedient little puppy, so they tortured her, broke her, turned her into a baby to keep her out of the way? Her face scrunched up and she growled, spit bubbling on her lips. Uschi looked at her with a sad smile. “You dumb bunny. You still don’t get it. It didn’t have to be this way. You chose your own ending. Even if Hans wasn’t interested in Sonja, you’d still be laying here wiggling around all helpless, shitting and pissing your pants. Like it or lump it, you’re my flesh and blood. I’m responsible for your reprehensible behavior. True, your choices are your own, and you are responsible for your own actions and decisions. But it is also my duty to influence you the best I can, to teach you what I can. To use whatever is at my disposal to help you see the error of your ways. Hans isn’t the only friend of the family, and Azrael was more than happy to offer her services.” Twisted, sadistic bitch. And Reila could do nothing, had already fallen into her trap. Tears welled in her eyes, her chest shaking with hiccups. Her mother had fallen for it as well, was still entwined in their trap- she saw Reila as a little baby, not as a grown eighteen year old turned into a baby. If Sonja married Hans, she’d be trapped in this nightmare forever. She whimpered, tears trickling down her cheeks. A baby, forever. As her tears flowed faster, urine flowed into her diaper without any warning. The thirsty padding absorbed it all, leaving her feeling dry and mocking her. Big girls kept their pants dry all by themselves, but big baby Reila needed a diaper to keep her pants dry. Would need a diaper for the rest of eternity. She was even more helpless than Nicky. Uschi got up, grasping her cane and came to stand over Reila. Leaning on the blue cane that had turned Reila’s backside black and blue, the old lady slipped an adult sized pacifier into her mouth. As she towered over her, Reila shook in fear. There was no hatred in Uschi’s eyes, only sadness, like she regretted it came to this. She didn’t sound regretful- her tone had been resigned. Uschi was of an old, tough generation that lived through hard times when people did whatever was necessary to survive, knew how to roll up their sleeves, put on their boots and do what was needed, no matter what they felt about it. Uschi’s generation had faced the world with spines of steel, and even in her old age Uschi still had that fire and determination. She did her duty, no matter her personal feelings. Mustering up what little defiance remained in her, Reila immediately spat the pacifier back out. She tried to glare, to intimidate Uschi like she had so many people before her. Uschi only stood up with a shrug. Reila could take her comfort, or not. The consequences were on Reila’s head, not hers. She’d done what she could. Uschi used her cane to push through the cornucopia of baby paraphernalia and torn Christmas papers to fish out an adult sized Christmas outfit. Reila’s nose wrinkled in disgust at the festive abomination. The dress was red with white polka dots, puff sleeves and a peter pan collar, trimmed in with white ribbon. It was so short it looked more like a top with missing pants. There would be no hiding her enormous diaper; the skirt of the dress looked like it would barely come down to her thighs, so everyone in Hans’ family would see her diaper. Staring at that dress churned up emotions she couldn’t vent out, couldn’t act on. All she could do was scrunch her face up, wail her fearful, hurt, angry lungs out and flail her fists, thrashing her legs in a temper tantrum while Uschi calmly watched. Sonja came running down the steps as Reila’s cries reached their highest pitch. She was fully dressed, her hair curled and pulled up. Her red sweater had subtle sparkles woven into the soft yarn and her gray slacks showed off her womanly curves. “What’s wrong?” She stared down in worry at the crying baby then shook her head. “She looks fine.” She bent down, checking Reila over before checking her diaper. “Oh, Riley. You’re just throwing a tantrum. You’re such a fussy baby.” She shook her head, feeling tired already before turning to Uschi. “I guess we wouldn’t be able to find a babysitter, would we?” Uschi raised an eyebrow at that. “She’s your baby, your responsibility. Some babies are just fussy. If you let them cry it out enough, eventually they learn to self soothe. It just takes consistency, patience, and discipline. When she’s quiet, make sure you fuss and coo over her, tell her what a good baby she is. Now that sweater looks nice. Hans will like it.” Sonja blushed. “You think so? Oh, that’s a cute dress! And it matches my outfit!” She smiled down at her crying daughter. “We’ll be matching Mommy and Baby!” She winced when Reila’s screeches reached an ear-piercing pitch. “Maybe she’s constipated?” She looked to Uschi for guidance. The old woman smiled. “Could be. It wouldn’t hurt to give her an enema before you get her dressed. Even if she’s not constipated, a clean out will help her stay regular. While you do that, I’m going to get dressed.” Sonja stared down at her fussy daughter as Uschi’s footsteps faded up the stairs. “Ugh. I’m not looking forward to this. But I don’t want you crying and screaming all night, either. Come on, my grumpy princess. Let’s get all those icky poo-poos out of you.” Sonja sounded so much like Emma Jean with a screaming Rachel in the airport that Reila shuddered in horror and only screamed louder, helpless to avoid her fate.

It's a pull on absorbent brief/ underwear, not an actual diaper. Maybe it's a Depends? Or a generic brand? I'm not sure. I've experimented with various brands of adult pullups when I want something more discrete, and the best I've found is Northshore Go Supreme Pullups. They're equivalent of a thinner diaper, like a NorthShore Supreme Lite diaper. I don't think any pullups out there can equal the premium, max capacity diapers.

Real trees seem to be very popular this year, but also scarce. Just over the hill from me there is usually a guy who sells trees in the parking lot of a bowling alley. This year he wasn't there. (Don't know if it was due to supplies or Covid). But I've seen a lot of people with trees tied to the roof of their vehicles or in the backs of their trucks. Unfortunately, I can't have a real tree because one of my cats is allergic. She's 12 years old, and I haven't had a real tree since her first Christmas with me- she ended up wheezing and coughing and sneezing so much and so bad and had so much problem breathing I ended up rushing her to the emergency vet thinking maybe she had some kind of lung infection. Nope, she's allergic to trees. She's a rescue kitty from a shelter, and she has a few other health problems.

I like stuffies, but I'm careful not to go too overboard, so I wouldn't say I collect them. I do have quite a few though. From my childhood, I have a Starlight horse from Rainbow Bright, a purring baby Simba and baby Nala. As an adult, I've added a white tiger, a pink tiger cub, a purple tiger cub- both from the local zoo giftshop- from Build A Bear: a black cat, a white with green and red mint Christmas bear, a pink with hearts all over it Valentine's kitty, a white St Patrick's Day bear with green shamrocks, and two bunnies. Oh, and from the local museum gift shop, a teal bat whose wings wrap around things like a snap bracelet. He was too cute to pass up. That's 13, and to keep it from getting too big, I don't allow myself to buy anymore stuffies. Unless I can find a blue tiger cub or a teal one. Or cheetah cubs. Also, if anyone is looking to get some stuffies and donate at the same time, especially as Christmas is near, the world wildlife federation has a bunch of unique and adorable animal stuffies. (Just throwing that out there.)

There's no real difference- both are used to mean large sized humanoids. I've also seen stories that use Bigs. The term Amazon is more popular simply because that was the term used in the original Diaper Dimension story by Princess PottyPants that kick started the diaper dimension phenomenon, and a majority of writers used Amazons in their diaper dimension stories. You can use whatever you want.

Yeah, I think DPF ended a few or several years ago? I know voldemort aka [That site]'s was taken down and investigated for pedophilia. I believe buffalo betty's is still around but it's been literally years since I've visited.

I remember baby huey from cartoons as a child. Now, grown up and being an ABDL puts Huey's size in a whole new perspective....

Medical diapers generally are cheaper in comparison to ABDL print diapers. I'm partial to NorthShore Megamax or Dry 247 medical briefs. The megamaxes also come in fun colors.

I second the dresses with leggings. Or jeggings and a cute hoodie- maybe pastel, or tye-dye, or pastel tyedye! with a babyish print or just something cutsy-wootsy. or leggings, skirt and sweater or hoodie. Or overalls.

If a lot of people start wearing diapers, they might have to improve the ventilation systems in the rest of the buildings. ?