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Yikes, Rusty! That was a very close call! I'd have been very nervous! I was diapered shopping- a Rearz Inspire Incontrol brief with a onesie and leggings, and a loose sweater-dress. I like wearing a more absorbent diaper so I can go longer in between changes, and boy can those Inspire Incontrol diapers last a long time! I was very impressed with how well it held up.

Is the focus more on Adam himself and his fetish, or how his fetish mixes with his relationship with the girl? If it's the first one, I'd go with the cover of the guy's shadow, if it's the latter, I'd go with the girl holding someone's hand.

Adisc? It seems to be a fairly popular one; I've never signed up so I don't know much about it.

Cute! A lil pumpkin ghosty! Diapered, of course!

It's one of the few things I enjoy about winter, getting padded up thickly and going out and no one knows due to winter clothing.

It was squashed for a good, entertaining cause

A soft, tinkling mechanic lullaby filled the air, stirring Reila from sleep. She blinked sleepily, eyes focusing on a bunch of little stuffed toys dangling on strings above her. They rotated, playing the tinny melody. A baby’s mobile. What the hell? Was she dreaming? She brought her hands up to rub her eyes, surprised at the touch of soft cloth and thick padding. Padded mittens. Fucking pink padded mittens.She wiggled her fingers in the confines of the thick padding. The most she could do was curl her fingers slightly. The stiff padding wouldn’t let her form a fist. Helpless panic washed over her.The weird nightmare with Azrael and Nicky flooded her brain. Eyes wide and fully awake, heart pounding, her head swivelled frantically on her pillow. Wooden bars rose up on either side of her- a crib. She jerked herself into a sitting position with a loud crinkle from her bottom. Her room was still the same. But she was in a crib.She looked around the room, still cluttered with Uschi’s old crap. The owl statue on the dresser sat facing her mockingly, sharpening the memory of the dream. The only other new addition was a large changing table made of polished wood. A thin plastic mattress and safety straps occupied the top; the lower shelves were filled with stacks upon stacks of thick, folded plastic rectangles in various colors and prints. Enormous Christmas diapers; thick monstrosities just waiting for her. Boxes of wipes, bottles of baby powder, tubes of ointments, and a clear jar filled with wax bullets- homemade suppositories. A cheery red bow sat in the middle of the mat. A similar green bow was tied around a post at the foot of the crib. No longer Uschi’s spare bed, but a large, adult sized crib just for her. She stared through the wooden bars. The mobile overhead continued to rotate with its soft lullaby. The numbness of shock gradually wore off as she processed her new, babified reality. Azrael was taking this joke way, way too far. Az must have come visiting last night on Christmas Eve, drugged her, then set all this baby shit up. Where would she get all this big baby furniture from? Nicky, of course. That fucking diaper shitting tard was always ruining things for her. This seemed like a lot of trouble for a prank- more trouble than it was worth. Would Uschi really let Azrael go that far? It seemed unlikely. Reila frowned. Time to find out what the hell was going on and to crack some skulls in. She grabbed the thin wooden bars and yanked, trying to pull them down. It didn’t budge. Anger started to burn through the numbness. She growled, gums sliding over each other and a large drop of drool running down her chin and onto her pink fleece sleeper. Pain flared along the sore, inflamed tissue. She gasped, mouth open as her tongue swept over her toothless gums. Her teeth Where were her teeth? An image of Azrael pulling each tooth out with bloody pliers while she screamed and screamed ran through her head. She violently shook her head from side to side, dispelling the memory. She could still feel the ghost of her teeth in her gums. Not real. Just a nightmare coupled with some sick, twisted joke. A wave of wet warmth washed over her genitals, pee sloshing around her already soggy diaper, slowly being absorbed. She shifted, wriggling experimentally. Her diaper squished and crinkled. Peeing made her suddenly aware of the enormous diaper engulfing her, forcing her legs far apart. She hadn’t been in a diaper this thick since the red and candy cane monstrosity of Nicky’s. The feel of that diaper brought the nightmare to life, let her know it was real. Her bubble of disbelief popped, reality set in and she screamed her horror. Pain flared in her raw throat, too sore from last night to vent her fresh terror. Her scream died down to a desperate, hoarse gurgle.The door opened and Sonja sauntered in, yawning and stretching. She came over to the crib and smiled down at Reila. “There’s my baby! Merry Christmas! She’s in her crib just like a good baby, and I bet from that fussy face, she’s got a wet diapee for her mommy!” Sonja cooed, lowering the side rail. The gentle, tender warmth in her eyes and tone shocked Reila out of her hysteria. When was the last time her mother ever looked at her like that? Gone was the exasperated apathy and resigned disappointment and frustration. Sonja looked genuinely happy to see her. Reila wondered if Azrael had scrambled Sonja’s brains or replaced her with another person or put a spell on her or something. This loving woman was not the Sonja she knew. Sonja popped open the snaps on Reila’s mint green, footed sleeper and helped herself to her diaper. The soggy padding squished under her probing fingers. Reila’s eyes widened. Where did her nightgown go? This wasn’t a joke or a prank- Azrael the Christmas demon truly had turned her into a big, adult sized baby. She ran her tongue over her sore, toothless gums and whimpered. “Shh, sweetie. Mommy’s getting her angel out of that icky wet diapee.” Sonja cooed and picked Reila up as if she weighed no more than a real baby. Sonja didn’t react to Reila’s size at all- it was as if she saw Reila as an actual baby. Just like how Emma Jean handled Rachel. How Azrael handled Nicky. Sonja laid Reila down on the changing table, pooped open her sleeper, and changed her diaper as proficiently as if she’d been doing so for years. “Waa daa hoo?” Reila tried to talk, opened her mouth to see if she could still talk like Rachel and Nicky. She meant to say what the hell, but all that came out was unintelligible baby babble. Her heart skipped a beat. Just how much of a baby did Az turn her into?“Aa ba boo to you too.” Sonja cooed. “Are you excited to see what Santa brought you?” Reila frantically shook her head, but Sonja ignored her. She’d barely processed the carnage Azrael had wrought on her body, let alone on the rest of her life. She hadn’t even gotten around to thinking about that, couldn’t handle it mentally. Sonja taped a monstrous green diaper with white snowflakes around her waist. Was she doomed to wear this horrid, awful, ridiculously thick diapers for the rest of her life? Just what all had Azrael done to her? She shuddered in horror and fear at those thoughts. “Is my baby cold? There we go!” Sonja closed the snaps on the sleeper, the same color as Reila’s nightgown had been. She popped a big, adult sized pacifier into Reila’s mouth. Reila’s eyes widened at the strange sensation of the huge rubber nipple filling her mouth. She wasn’t sure what to do with it. It was something like Nicky would use. She instantly spat the pacifier out. She wanted to be angry, to blame Nicky and Azrael for this. Nicky easily could’ve warned her this was coming, told her ahead of time. Had he done this to Rachel, too? All she felt was sorrow and betrayal. She hated Azrael down to the marrow in her bones, but the hatred that had once fueled her and gave her strength was now a weak, impotent thing. The fires of her anger had been doused by fear and horror into cold ashes. Azrael was a monster, and Reila was helpless against her. That truth and her babified state left her feeling utterly powerless. She could do nothing on her own now. Anger wouldn’t help her. Sonja lifted Reila up, cradling her like an infant. Reila’s limbs flopped about like limp spaghetti noodles. She lifted her head but could only hold it up for a few seconds before it flopped against her mother. She wriggled her arms and legs, limbs not obeying at all. She scowled. “You’re so squirmy-wormy. Someone’s excited to see her presents.” Sonja laughed and patted Reila’s heavily diapered bottom. Uschi sat in an oversized patched up armchair. She sipped a mug of warm gluhwein. A plate of lebkuchen, soft, puffy spice cookies slathered in sweet frosting, sat on the coffee table. She beamed as Sonja carried Reila in. She raised her mug in a toast. “You girls look full of the Christmas Spirit. Prost!” She spoke in German then slurped her mulled wine. “Merry Christmas, Grandma.” Sonja greeted. She laid Reila down on her belly on a soft red quilt in front of the gowing Christmas tree and mounds of presents in shiny wrapping paper. All those pretty packages tied a cold knot of dread in Reila’s stomach. Sonja was flat broke; she couldn’t afford presents. Great Grandma Uschi would never be so extravagant. They could only be from one person, and it wasn’t Santa who had visited last night. Reila tried to get up on her hands and knees, to crawl and see just how much damage Azrael’s presents would wreak. Her limbs felt like rubber; her elbows wouldn’t straighten and her legs folded and flopped soon as she got them under her. It took all her strength and coordination just to hold her head up. Sonja picked up a cookie and curled up on the couch. “Look, she’s trying to crawl. That’s so cute.” She nibbled her cooke and shared a smile with Uschi. “It’s nice having family for Christmas. And another adult to talk to. America was very lonely. It was just me and Reila...but that all seems so far away now. Like a dream.” She paused, face scrunching up. “Speaking of dreams, I had the strangest one last night. Reila was all grown up, but she was an unholy terror and I was at my wits’ end.” Her German flowed with minimal stumbling, almost comfortable on her tongue. Reila lay quietly, ignoring the taunting, merry presents she could not reach. Instead, she listened intently to the adults’ conversation, concentrating on translating the words from German to English in her head. She was nowhere near as fluent as Sonja and struggled to keep up. Their small talk was safer than thinking about her new station in life. Uschi’s smile was warm but mysterious. “Sounds more like a nightmare than a dream. Good thing she’s just a little baby, and you can raise her right.” She looked down at Reila lying on the floor and winked, as if sharing and laughing a private joke.

This has the makings of a fun holiday story inspiration... That said, stealing other people's packages sucks. Some people might've had to budget for the things they ordered and might have trouble affording replacements/ might not be able to afford replacing the stolen goods. Especially sucks around Christmas time. ? I hope the judge throws the book at the sticky-fingered crook.

That was an intense fight scene. Good job, Elfy. I enjoyed it! Poor Nick, he's totally dominated and humiliated. Nice touch with the messy diaper, too. A perfectly timed humiliating disaster.

Now that would be a very fun scene! Though I'm picturing a young, hot Scrooge. Gotta have the eye candy for the diaper fantasies!

Ooh, I like that idea! That would've been a nice reprieve for Reila, but I'm having far too much fun torturing her. Though, a diapered Christmas Carol story might be fun!

After reading the reviews, I'm definitely gonna have to order some of these. They sound like they'll be excellent night or extended-day wear diapers.

Those sleepers do look very cozy, and there's nothing cozier than a diaper, so a perfect combo imo. At least, for wearing around the house for me.

I squeeze the nickel of drama until the buffalo poops. ? Looking back, I did drag it out- I tend to milk the drama for all it's worth. But this was it for that scene, Scouts' Honor.

Totally understandable. I enjoy hearing all the different reactions from people- I find it fascinating how varied responses can be to the same text. But then that's part of why I like writing and reading so much- I find it amazing the emotional responses words on a page/ screen can evoke. And this scene was pretty horrific (or at least, I hope it was since I intended it to be LOL!)

Quite a mixed bag of reactions! Thank you for commenting. I do hope the "nope" was to the horror of the scene, rather than me derping on any writing or screwing the scene up. This is the darkest scene and a big turning point in the story, especially for Reila. I'm working on the next scene, and I think it's one a lot of people have been waiting for since the story started.

I definitely sleep better diapered, in a thick overnight diaper. Thin diapers leak too much. Heck, anymore I don't even like wearing very thin diapers/ pull-up during the day.

Currently- A couple pairs of plastic pants, Rearz Inspire Incontrol, ABU Simple Ultra, Dry 24/7s, ABU Peekabu, ABU Lavendar

“Wha gon awn?” Reila tried to ask what was going on, but the novicane-like numbness filled her mouth. Her tongue felt big, swollen and foreign, like a slug. She could barely control it, and she couldn’t feel her gums, teeth, or lips at all. Her eyes were wide in fear and confusion. Her attention kept drifting from the hated diaper to the pliers as a knot of dread formed in her stomach. It was quite obvious what Azrael was planning but her terror fogged mind couldn’t grasp it. “You should be good and numb by now, baby Riley.” Az’s devilish grin held no sympathy; she was clearly enjoying this. Nicky’s soft whimpers kept distracting her as he squirmed in his bouncer, his diaper rustling loudly. Just like Reila would soon be doing. His whimpers turned to strangled sobs as the pliers came closer to her face. “Nicky, that’s enough.” Az scolded but Nicky kept whimpering. “Damn it.” She threw down pliers; they hit the floor with a heavy thunk. Nicky winced at the sound and his fine trembles increased into shakes. “Sowwy!” Az tore at her shirt, ripping the shiny brass buttons open and undoing the pearl clasp on her dark red nursing bra. She crawled to Nicky on her hands and knees, her long, flowy skirt covering her hooves. Nicky whimpered softly as he started to cry, flinching when she reached for him.. Annoyed anger melted from her face. “Nicky. Shh. Come here, baby.” She cooed like a gentle mother. He shook his head, curling up as she unstrapped him from the big baby bouncer. She easily plucked him up as if he weighed the same as a real toddler. She cradled him in her lap as she sat on the floor. Nicky shook, quivering as she rocked him. He whined in protest when she plucked his pacifier out of his mouth with a loud pop. “Nicky. You knew this was going to happen.” Az sighed. “Here, you must be hungry. I know this upsets you. You’ll feel better with some milk in your tummy.” She cradled his head in the crook of an elbow, like he was a newborn unable to support his own head. It also gave her control over his head. She popped one of her big breasts free. Her dark cherry nipple dripped a pearly white fluid as she touched it to Nicky’s soft pink lips. Nicky tried to turn his head away but couldn’t because of the way she held him. “I can’t nurse, not when I know what you-” She pushed her leaking nipple between his lips, forcing him to latch on. His cheeks puffed out as his mouth filled with warm, creamy milk. He didn’t swallow; milk dribbled from the corners of his mouth onto his bib. “Nicky. Drink, baby. It’ll help you feel better. You’ve been such a good baby. You’ve helped Riley all you can. There’s nothing you can do to stop this.” Az soothed as she wiped away his tears with her free hand. Nicky whimpered once more, milk gurgling and bubbling around his lips and her nipple. He closed his eyes in defeat and slowly began to nurse. Az rocked him, humming a soft Christmas carol as Nicky swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her milk. Gradually, he grew still as he fell asleep still latched onto her nipple. Reila watched, unable to coherently vocalize her disgust. All that came out were strangled gargles and babbles. Az breastfed Nicky like he was a baby. All the previous times Reila had met Nicky, he’d been a disabled, pants-shitting crossdresser. Now he’d up the freak factor; he was an overgrown baby. Just like Rachel. Reila shuddered. What was that insane satyr going to do to her? Turn her into a big baby like Nicky and Rachel? Her gaze fell to the pliers that had landed by her face. The pee puddle she lay in had grown cold; she shivered. She heard a small spurt of pee tinkling into the puddle and felt wet warmth between her legs as she peed again. Sudden fear washed over her. For the first time in years, she wanted her mommy. She had not felt such raw, primal terror since she’d been a small child. Not when she’d been handcuffed and booked at the police station in wet pants, not in a jail cell, not even when she’d stood before the judge and wet her pants had she been so scared. She couldn’t find an ounce f anger or bravado as she stared at that lump of metal. Her throat was so numb she couldn’t even whimper. No outlet for her fear, no way to cry out for mommy with numb vocal chords. Azrael slipped her nipple free from Nicky’s suction with a small pop. He whimpered softly like a puppy in protest, but his eyes stayed closed and his body limp. She quickly replaced her breast with his paci then laid him back in the bouncer. Drops of her milk lingered on his pink lips. Az kissed his forehead with a tender smile that turned feral when she turned to Reila. The bells on her horns tingled merrily as she approached on her hands and knees. She picked up the pliers. “Now where were we?” She taunted in a sing-song voice. Reila tried to whimper but all that came out was a strangled moan. Az’s fingers pushed down on Reila’s chin, opening her numb mouth. “Mommy Sonja is just going to love her big, toothless baby tomorrow morning! She’s in for a big Christmas surprise!” Az cooed. Her eyes glittered like shards of sparkling blue ice. Reila stared at that demonic grin. The open tips of the approaching pliers filled her vision. This fucking psychotic goat girl was going to pull her teeth out while she was conscious, alert for it all. Terror bubbled up from deep within. Her thoughts were frantic and jumbled, fear constricting her chest. Her screams were trapped inside, pinging around her brain. Mommy! Mommy! Help! Nooo! Moommyyyy!

It's purely accidental? ?

that is really cute!

That seems to be implied. I don't think she planned the entire thing per say, but it certainly seems like a meet up was planned, even if everything didn't go according to plan. ? Thank you for commenting. :)