Sir Stinkypants

Cloth-backed diapers are a meaningless gesture unless they also feature hook-and-loop tapes, like a modern baby/toddler diaper. Think about it: have you ever seen a cloth-backed version of pampers, huggies, or luvs that featured a cloth-backed overall construction and plastic sticky tapes?

Hey, for me the rule is when in diapers, do what the the diapered do...the stinky ones are my favorites to be honest; even a stinky clothie I must manage myself is somehow worth it...

I like and appreciate your suggestion, Xander. However, I rather prefer to fly this one by the seat of my diaper...a public rough draft, as it were. If it goes well, I will most assuredly compile an edited, more polished version and publish that here, as well...

Am already at work on the next installment. It will be up this weekend at the latest. Had some crazy situations this weekend involving no electricity and possibly freezing to death. All said waters navigated, adroitly if I might self-aggrandize, but it has delayed the next chapter which otherwise you might already be reading. Just a thought: I don't do short chapters, and I have lots of ideas...

A lovely tale! Thank you for sharing it! It would be great to read some more!

Having greatly enjoyed many of the stories others have shared here on the DD forum, I have decided to try contributing one of my own. It seems that we who are drawn to the abdl community vary widely in our interests and tastes when it comes to stories, so please read the following description of the story to follow: This will be an Adult Baby story. Diapers will be used for #1 and #2. It will have strong sexual themes and content, of both a heterosexual and a bisexual nature. It will involve an unconventional (open) romantic relationship. It will not be focused on humiliation or punishment, nor will it involve much in the way of domination or discipline save the gently administered authority of the caregiver character(s). No actually underage characters appaear in any context. I believe that sums up my caveat; if that didn’t put you off, read on. Please feel free to comment. This is most definitely a rough draft… A Baby Brother For Daddy’s Little Girl Chapter I Janey shifted in her chair in the middle of the small over-heated classroom. For the past twenty minutes she had been so wrapped up in trying to understand the professor’s lecture, she had failed to notice her growing need to pee. It was unusual for her to wear her diapers in public, she was always a bit fearful of discovery. But as she knew no one in the class and it met in the evening, she had decided she would risk it and was wearing one now. A barely perceptible private smile on her lips, she relaxed and felt a warm trickle begin between her legs, quickening into a hot golden stream. The stream rapidly became damp warmth spreading around her crotch and under her behind as her diaper did its job of soaking it all in. Janey always found that sensation arousing, and adding in the naughtiness of doing it right in the middle in a classroom full of people with no one the wiser made it that much more intense. Gradually, Janey tuned back into the lecture, but found she had difficulty following the professor’s droning voice and curious logic and thus her mind began to wander. Her gaze wandered also, and she found herself studying various other students around the room. Close by her sat a man of around 30 with what could easily be described as a baby face and brown hair, cut in a style that somehow also looked boyish. He was also just a bit pudgy. Not fat, but with a little bit of belly and a general softness overall. “Baby fat” was the thought that rang in her mind. What really caught her eye, though, was his clothes. He was dressed in a pair of Liberty brand demin overalls over a horizontally striped shirt, very much like people often dress toddlers. The infantile effect of it all was wonderfully complete, he was downright cute. Janey was almost jealous. Was this unintentional, or was she possibly looking at another adult baby? Thinking back on the previous two classes, she seemed to remember him dressed in a similar sort of toddler-chic. As she considered the question, the class came to an end. All the students started gathering their belongings and standing up to leave. When the subject of her scrutiny stood up to leave, Janey spotted an unmistakable wet spot on the back of his overalls that followed the tell-tale line of a diaper leak around the leg gather on his left side. The denim was dark so it wasn’t that obvious, but it was definitely there. Janey giggled to herself, glad that hers had not leaked and happy for him that no one but her as yet seemed to notice it. He seemed in no particular hurry to vacate the classroom, perhaps he did not know. Should she tell him? An impish grin crossed her face. Janey’s own attire that evening was also somewhat babyish, though more subtly so than she usually wore at home. She was dressed in a super simple green frock with a white sash in a bow at the back, with white tights and saddle shoes. She did have her hair in a single ponytail rather than her usual pigtails in a gesture of adulthood, but could not resist the addition of a white ribbon. It could not be denied that she looked every bit the little girl she liked to feel like, though she was in fact 32. That she was by nature a petite dirty blonde and only 5’4” tall only added to her babylike appearance. She followed the apparent big baby boy out of the classroom and down to the parking lot. “Excuse me, sir?” she called to him when she was sure no one could overhear. The man paused in mid-stride and turned around. “Y-yes? Are you talking to me?” he responded. Since beginning the class the previous week, he had not as yet had the opportunity to get a good look at Janey, or really many of the other students. Marketing, the subject of the class, was not his favorite subject, and like Janey, he found the professor hard to follow. Now with his undivided attention focused on her, he was taken aback, both by Janey’s undeniable feminine charms and by the the overtly juvenile nature of her dress and manner. “Cute” did not begin to describe the vision before him, though it was the word that kept coming to mind. “Hi! I’m Janey! Are you having as much fun in the class as I am?” Janey quipped sarcastically. “Oh, surely,” he responded, rolling his eyes. “I’m Daniel, or Danny if you like. That old man couldn’t lecture his way out of a paper bag.” “Tell me about it. Good to meet you, Danny!” said Janey. Then, with her heart pounding and a twinkle in her eye she added, “Looks like you had a little problem in there.” Responding to his questioning glance, Janey pointed at the wet spot on his behind. Danny instantly went beet red. Before he could answer, however, Janey pulled up one edge of her dress, revealing her own bulky underwear. “I’m sure glad my diaper held up!” Janey declared. Danny was in a state of profound shock. Not only had he been busted wearing a diaper in public, a leaking one at that, but he had apparently just met a beautiful adult baby girl. What should he say? He stammered, looking for words, but all that came out was “um”s and “uh”s. Fully aware of his discomfiture and wanting to give him some time to think on it, Janey decided to retreat. “Well, it was great meeting you Danny! See you in class on Thursday!” “Yeah…um…see you Thursday…” was all Danny managed to mutter by way of a goodbye as Janey hurried to her car. Getting in and starting it up, she smiled at her own deviousness. That she had given Danny much to think about she was sure, but now as she turned toward home she was looking forward to telling her Daddy about Danny. Daddy would want to hear all about him. Far from being jealous of her interest in another man, Daddy would tease and encourage her. He enjoyed it when his little girl “socialized”, such things turned him on, but with another adult baby? That had possibilities. What would Danny think when she told him about Daddy? That WAS a question. As she drove along through the darkness pondering these matters, another thought occurred to her, or rather a feeling. Her tummy was informing her that the wetness around her heinie was about to be joined by something more solid and stinky. This brought another smile to her lips. Another present for Daddy…

As my display name suggests, I very much enjoy making a literal stink in my diapers. How much I enjoy being a stinky boy afterwards very much depends on what sort of poopie comes out. Poop soup I can do without, solid logs are my favorite (the kind one sits on rather than in), most things in between I enjoy greatly. I never know what will come out and I am not 24/7, so yes, I have often regretted watching a nice solid turd circle the bowl. *sighs* We might have had such fun...

I for one wish to defend the author, and in so doing say a thing or two myself. For those taking exception to the most recent installment where Sarah finally takes things further with Jack, I will say several things:

Glorious! Been awaiting THAT moment for months!!

Am very much liking the start! Great concept!! Like to see where it might go!!!

Great story! I have no complaints, and my only comment is "bravissimo!"

Tis truly a sad state of affairs when consenting adults must fear to express and share their thoughts and feelings freely in so-called free societies. One of the great joys of the rise of the internet has been our ability to anonymously share all sorts of ideas and by so doing find more or less like-minded people. I knew I had abdl tendencies before the internet came along, but it was online that I discovered I was not alone. Sound familiar, anyone? It would be a crying shame if the powers that be took that away in the name of morality. Love the story, Elfy, am hoping these fools do not silence you...

My goodness! Ever open a can of worms?! I wanted a spirited discussion and can certainly not claim to be disappointed. I will respond to this flurry of passionate thoughts in greater detail very soon (count on it!), but for now a couple of thoughts: Gender is a function of biology, gender roles (concepts of masculinity/femininity etc.) are a function of sociology. It is not that we are ever truly gender neutral, it is that we only come to understand the differences in societal expectations between male and female as we develop. Not much is expected of an infant one way or another; indeed not much is expected period, babies are loved for simply being whatever they do. With expectations come complications, which was my point... You want hard evidence about causality in human psychology? GOOD LUCK!! Without utterly unethical human-guinea-pig experimentation, such does not and cannot exist. Sorry. I merely ask questions, I do not claim to know the answers, don't be so sure you know them either. While I seek to give no one offense, I also do not apologize for sharing honest ideas that may have merit.

Good diaper vibes to all my friends, AB or DL or sissy either or, or transgender...whatever, I love you all!! I am a bisexual male and a boy persona AB and a caregiver to an AB anatomical girl...well met! I write today to suggest a theory about the origins of ABDL tendencies in some at least of us: Infancy and toddlerhood are a unique time in our lives in the sense that it is a time when we are loved for simply being, without behavioral expectations, familial or social. Or gender-based... I shall explain: we may commonly dress young children in pink or blue as befits their specific gender, but we tend to judge the behavior of pre-potty-trained folks as though gender does not exist or possibly does not matter. Indeed, the Victorians dressed male and female babies in the same sort of "baby dresses," and did not separate social expectations and sleeping situations until the child was old enough to leave the "nursery", 5-6 years old? I will now be bold enough to compare this set of ideas to a phenomenon I have observed in many a friend: it is a notable phenomenon, though far from universal, among the many gay men I have had the privelege of knowing over the years that many of them seem to have curious childlike obsessions: I had a boyfriend who regularly purchased "Smurfs" figurines and DC Comics action figures, and he was 41 years old. I have a another dear friend who is also in his 40's and decorates his living room with classic car die-cast models....large ones, 30 large cars at least, carefully chosen... I compare the above phenomenon with the large number of sissies (Much love!), gay and bi AB's (love!!!) and MtoF transgender folks (love to you, always!) who are on this forum, and am curious: Paint a couple of pictures in your mind for a moment: the most masculine male you can imagine, and/or the most feminine woman you can picture. Is there anything less masculine or feminine than these individuals wetting or soiling themselves? Obviously we judge a baby or toddler differently, both individually and socially. I suggest that precisely THIS "love without judgement" is what at least many of us are seeking when we put on a diaper. What do YOU think? Be frank, life is short!! Think on it: keeping our pants dry is perhaps the first real discipline that is really required of most of us...

How about "Vaginny"? I also like "kitty" or "kitty cat", "puss-puss," and "flower." Lots of great suggestions! Also, the idea of baby-made-up words is awesome!! Many thanks, my friends!!! On 8/9/2016 at 6:55 PM, Pamperbum_uk said: In my