Calrissian47

June 11, 2010. 10:48 PM Ashley was laying in her bed, thinking about the strange twist her day had taken. She had been thinking about what she read the entire night and, everytime she did, she felt a tingle grow in her stomach. She felt intense pleasure whenever thinking about diapers, and it concerned her. She had never experienced that kind of pleasure from just thinking about something before. Especially considering the thing that caused the feeling were DIAPERS. Ashley didn't remember her diaper years; she had been successfully potty trained at the age of 3, and hadn't worn a real diaper since then. However, she did wear Pull Ups at night until she was 7. She was a bedwetter until that time, but it didn't stick. Her body just had to get used to holding in her pee at night. She had a rather small bladder, and she had to pee every 2 hours or so. But after some time, her body grew used to holding it. Now, if she needed to, she could wait up to 5 hours to urinate. She could also hold it completely during the night. As Ashley laid in her bed, thinking about peeing, she realized the desire to was growing. Which was actually pretty strange, because she had just used the bathroom an hour before. Rather than question it, Ashley just got up to relive herself. As she crossed her bedroom and opened the door, she sighed. How she wanted her own bathroom! She hated waking up at night and walking all the way down the hall to relieve herself. Not only was it more walking, but she always felt like she was waking up the whole house doing it. To be fair, no one had ever complained about Ashley's late night bathroom trips. But she still felt self conscious. Ashley finally reached the bathroom and slid down her underwear. All she wore at night was her bra and underwear; it was summer, and nights in Arizona were always hot. Sometimes, Ashley would just lie in bed as she sweated like a pig. She felt awful the next morning, for the sweat would always stick to the bed. Without even thinking about it, Ashley began to poop. That happened a lot. She would go to the bathroom just to pee, and would end up pooping as well. Half the time, it just came out with NO warning. It was quite annoying. She finally finished and began to wipe herself. She flushed, washed her hands, and went back to her room. She laid on her bed, but could not sleep. She kept thinking about what she read a couple of hours before. Finally, she couldn't contain herself. She pulled out her iPhone and decided to find that thing again. Sadly, she didn't know where to find it. Thankfully, Google was her friend. She remembered it was called "Messages from Blake." To narrow down the search, she added the world "diaper." What she found was more than she could have asked for. It was an entire story, separated into chapters and everything! She began from the beginning, which detailed how 16 year old Blake found out about "AB/DL's." AB/DL's? Ashley opened another page and put it into Google. She found the Wikipedia page, labeled as "Paraphilic infantilism." She began reading under the "Adult Babies" heading. As she read, she frowned. Acting like a baby all the time? No, she didn't like that. However, the next part, labeled "Diaper Lover," peaked her interest. It described her perfectly! It was kind of a relief to know she wasn't the only one who thought about diapers in that way. She finished the paragraph and went back to the story. She spent the next two hours reading the story, and she loved it. She didn't notice until the end, but her underwear were once again wet from pleasure. She yawned and looked at her watch. It was 1:00 AM. That was much later then she usually stayed up to! She closed the page and deleted the history on her iPhone. For some reason, she was afraid of her parents finding out about her "diaper fetish." What would they think of her if they knew? No, it had to stay her own dirty little secret. She plugged her iPhone into charge and relaxed her body. She stroked her crotch area as she imagined how it would feel to wear a diaper. She knew she would never be able to as long as she lived with her parents, but dreamed of when she had a place to herself. Maybe then, she could try a diaper on. With that thought in her mind, Ashley feel asleep, content, yet impatient, with her diaper fetish.

Am I the only one who wants Sam to grow some balls already and talk back to his wife? It's a good story, but I'm not really into the female suppression stuff. At this point, I would be pleased if he told her to shut up and left her

June 11, 2010. 5:32 PM There was something strange about peeing in the backyard. A primal sense of pure wildness is the closest I could come to describe it. From a young age, modern day human beings are programmed to use the bathroom on the toilet, and nowhere else but the toilet. But human nature is rebellion. And as minor as it is, I feel that when I urinate outside. I'm not following the status quo. I'm just being me. ________________________________________________ Ashley walked back in the house and heard her stomach growl. She was growing a little hungry. But she would have to wait it out, for her mother did all the cooking around the house. She tried to teach her daughters about the culinary ways the best she could, but it never really rubbed off on them. Thus, Karen continued to do the cooking. Unfortunetly, Karen was out of town the whole week visiting her sister in Montauk. Since she was out of the state, this left the three girls and their father to fend for themselves. This, of course, led to a daily rotation of Domino's, Chinese, and McDonald's. Most of the time, Ashley's father, Jack, brought something home on his way from work. Ashley would just have to wait it out until then. However, Ashley was bored. She needed something to distract herself from the hunger, so she turned on the computer. The screen flashed up to Kayla's wallpaper. A couple windows were open, including one labeled "Messages from Blake." Messages from Blake? What the hell was that? Ashley looked around the room to make sure no one was there, and pulled the window up. She knew eavesdropping on her sister was wrong, but curiosity got the best of her. Anyways, Ashley could still hear the shower on. Kayla wouldn't be out for a while. She began to skim the window, and noticed it was a site she never quite heard of before. She continued scrolling. Finally, she read the texts "Messages from Blake." There it was. She skimmed down and started reading. "Blake awoke, hot and sweaty. He reached down and pulled the heavy blanket off from him. His diaper--" Diaper? What the hell was this? Ashley felt greatly confused...but oddly intrigued. She kept reading. "Blake knew that the diaper was wet, but was afraid to tell Mother. Surely he would get punished for wetting the bed once again, for not even trying to stay dry. He woke up the night before, having to urinate, and just let himself go in his diaper. He knew this was bad, and that he was in the midst of potty training. But the warmth felt good, and he was growing more and more accustom to it." Ashley found herself sweating. She felt...odd. Stranger than she had ever felt before, at the very least. She had no idea what this was, or why she was feeling this way. But she HAD to know more. "Blake felt himself lose control once more and, despite himself, he peed into his diaper. Then, he felt a wet mush rise out of his backside. The poop blanketed his butt, and continued sliding down the diaper. Meanwhile, his front was still being glazed with urine." Ashley couldn't believe what she was reading. Dudes pooping and peeing into a diaper? It was so damn weird! But Ashley felt something in the pit of her stomach. The same feeling she got when she saw a cute guy, or watched a sex scene in an R Rated movie. If she wasn't mistaken, what she was feeling was turned on! She felt dizzy. The feeling was so surreal. "Blake heard his door open as he shot another wad of poop into his diaper. His mom sniffed the air and sighed. I'm very disappointed in you, Blake. I thought you were a big boy, she said. Blake's eyes swelled up with tears as he finished up his business. Once he was done, he braced for impact. His mom went to him and smacked his butt hard. She smacked again, and again. By the fifth time, he started to cry. Not from the pain of the spanking, but the pure humiliation of it all. He was 16, and being spanked for pooping his diaper." 16! The guy was HER age! Ashley started to shift in her seat as she grew more uncomfortable. A rising sensation grew in her stomach and privates. Why the hell was she feeling this way? Despite her fear, she couldn't stop reading. Not only was she intrigued with the story, but she wanted to keep feeling the way she felt now. She scrolled down. "After the spanking was done, Blake's mom laid him out on his changing table and undid his diaper. The smell of feces was strong as she opened it. She looked disapproving at him as she wiped the brown mush from his butt cheeks, just as she did when he was a child. She moved up to his penis, and cleaned up the urine around it with a wipe. Despite Blake's best intentions, he grew erect as--" Ashley closed the window as the feeling in her stomach reached its climax. She started thinking about the guy in the story, how he was in diapers and depended on other people to change him. She thought about the look of the guy and imagined him in diapers. The mental picture was the hottest thing she ever imagined. She then imagined herself in that position. Peeing herself, hell, POOPING herself. She shuttered as a wet tingle grew below her. ________________________________________________ I almost screamed as my panties grew wet. For one horrifying moment, I thought I had peed my pants. But then I recalled my years of Sex Ed. I remembered this, how a women gets wet when she becomes sexually aroused. But this was just weird. That was for thinking about sex or thinking of a naked guy. Not for...this. What the hell was wrong with me? I put the computer back the way Kayla had left it as I left the living room. I had a lot to think about. Why the hell was I feeling this way about diapers? And more importantly...how could I possibly feel this way again?

June 11, 2010. 5:27 PM My eyes opened wide as I realized I had fallen asleep. I looked at my watch and realized I had been asleep for almost two hours. I was completely naked, and my bed was a little damp. Of course, I expected it would be. I had just gotten out of the shower when I fell asleep. I found myself always doing that, taking naps at the most inconvenient of times. But I knew I needed them. By sunset most days, I was grumpy and antisocial. A couple hours of sleep always fixed this, however. Always fixed everything, really. When I arose from my bed that night, yawning and stretching my arms, I couldn't have possibly comprehended what was about to unfold. The drastic shift my life was about to take. And the intense difficulties I was about to go through. At that point in time, I only knew one thing; I had to use the bathroom. And I had to use it now. ________________________________________________ 16 year old Ashley Blake awoke from her mid evening nap with one thought going through her mind; she had to pee. She arose from her slightly damp bedsheet, yawned, and stretched her arm. Before she went outside of her room to use the bathroom, she decided she ought to put some clothes on. She pulled out a pair of cotton brief with a panda design on them. They were obviously designed for a little girl, but Ashley's slender hips fit into them fine. They were a child's extra large and, while she knew they were growing a little tight on her, she refused to throw them away. Doing so would symbolize her approaching adulthood, something that both terrified and excited her. She wanted to move on with her life, get her own place, and her own job. However, that didn't mean she was looking forward to doing it. The desire was within her, but the actual effort required frightened her. So for now, she would keep the cotton panda panties. They felt good on her and besides, why should she care about her underwear? It's not like anyone would see them anyways. In actuality, Ashley knew she could get most guys she wanted. She wasn't cheerleader hot, but she was very cute, and had a childlike innocence about her. She still had baby fat all over, from her round white face to her round white butt. She was muscular and toned, years of athletic conditioning showing up on her. She wasn't a cheerleader, but instead an athlete, who played basketball, tennis, and softball whenever each new season came around. However, another aspect of Ashley's life that scared her was her body. Quite frankly, it was changing. She was a late bloomer, and barely now found her body developing. Well all the boys at school found her enhancing body "hot", Ashley still wanted more time when she was regarded as "cute." Hair was growing down below, her breasts and behind were growing bigger. Her baby fat she loved so much was being replaced by lean muscle. She was smack dab in the middle of puberty, and it frightened her. As she slid her white bra on, Ashley remembered one of the reasons she arose from her slumber; she really had to pee. Fully dressed, she opened her door and went across the hallway towards the bathroom. She heard the shower water on, and knocked on the bathroom door. "What?" her older sister, Kayla, asked through the door. "Are you almost out? I need to use the bathroom!" Ashley responded. "Ah, no. I just got in!" Ashley groaned. "Fine, thanks a lot!" She walked out of the hallway in a huff. She loved her older sister, and they had a great relationship together. However, four people sharing one bathroom was so very hard. She envied her little sister Emma, who's diapers meant she wouldn't have to worry about the everlasting bathroom battles. Of course, Ashley's mom was gearing up to begin potty training the three year old, a thought that filled Ashley's heart with dread. It's worse enough sharing a toilet with her mother, father, and older sister. But her younger sister as well? It seemed a bit overboard. ________________________________________________ I put on my shoes, grabbed some paper towels and went to my backyard. I looked over the fence to see if anyone was looking, and slide my pants down. Unlike most girls, I'm not afraid to use the bathroom outside. As long as no one's looking, I'm pretty much fine getting anything I have to get done outside. I mean, when you got to go, you got to go. And I REALLY had to go. I went to the corner of my backyard, took one last look around the place, and squatted down. As though my body knew exactly what I was doing, I started to pee. The relief felt so good. I finished up and wiped away the excess urine with the paper towel. I pulled my panties and grey sweats back up and, just like that, I had peed in my backyard. At the time, I thought that would be the strangest place I would ever use the bathroom in. I was wrong.