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I’m bowel incontinent thus sometimes when I bend or lean over, squad down or even walk I will suddenly soil myself. I would say 90% of the time I notice it as it happens. Sometimes though if I picking something heavy up or focused on a task I don’t notice until I sit down or smell it. I personally don’t worry or care is people know I’m in diapers, I’m very open about it. For me if I was crippled and needed a wheel chair I wouldn’t feel embarrassed so why would I feel that way about being in diapers when I need them? I don’t normally have wetting accidents though I do wet my diaper rather than use the bathroom many times, no reason not to use it if I’m wearing it. When that happens I feel myself starting to wet but I’m never sure when I finish as I just relax my bladder and go.

I will say it hasn’t really been bladder control that has been my issue it’s bowel, thus I soil myself a few times a day. In many ways bladder control would be easier and is much more common. That being said I do wet most of my diapers but that’s mostly the practical side of me coming out. I know I’m wearing a diaper and going to soil myself so why waste all my time trying to slide down my diaper to pee when I’m wearing a toilet? I can stay in a wet diaper for hours but a messy diaper I want to change ASAP. So far Being in diapers full time isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I just have to keep my diaper bag with me and I’m fine.

Damn you for that cliff hanger. Now I have to wait til Monday to see how our Little is punished

Thank you all for your responses and I guess I should give an update since I went to the doctor. I have over the last two weeks been mostly bowel incontinent though I have also been wetting my diaper than trying to pull it down to use the toilet. The good news is it’s nothing life threatening. No cancer, diabetes, chromes and so on so that’s a big plus since TotalBiscuit just died from colon cancer. It seems I have a weak sphincter for some reason and being overweight is putting pressure on my bowels so when I twist or move and there is anything in my bowels its voided due to the weak sphincter. The hope is losing weight will cause my control to return. This morning I weighed in at 250 LB (113kg) which means in the 8 weeks of my diet I have lost 35lbs but a normal weight for my height is around 160lb. After so long in diapers full time I have gotten use to it and it’s strange to not have one on. I will say it has had an interesting effect on me mentally, I’m able to focus more since I’m not looking at the clock wondering when I can go home and get diaper for fun. I will have to keep feeling things out but at the moment I could be this being perminate without much issue.

I feel like this question goes along with the classic “do you wish you were in incontinent?” It’s great in theory but not so great in practice. As Kimmy said being a Little or baby full time means you lose a lot of privilege, and for many ABDL sexuality is part of it. Resently I have become incontinent though not by choice. For years I had dreamed of how much fun it would be it isn’t as great as I imagined. I’m extremely practical, when I started losing my hair I started shaving my head. For me if I lived as a little in the diaper dimension I would be looking for good Amazon’s to take in. This would depend where and which version I was in naturally. A life as a free little or anyone in the real world is hard, having a caretaker removes that hardship. I guess the short answer would be yes I would. However I would do my homework first and try to pick a family that would suit my needs and theirs.

I'll think about it. I didn't proof read the story after I got it back from the person that was proof reading for me so another set of eyes wouldn't hurt. Thank you to everyone else who is enjoying the story.

That was my first thought Darkfinn. I remember TotalBiscuit having every similar bowel problems and learned later it was cancer. If it's cancer I have bigger problems to deal with.

I don''t know how much is TMI given that this is a diaper fetish site but it's not just urinary. Also just learned today that there has been incontinence in our family that I never knew about until now. I don't talk to my extended family much but it was a surprise to say the least. will have to see what the doctor says and go from there.

Sorry for the delay my editor has been busy. Chapter 12 Brianna lead the drooping diaper duo into a room Becky hadn't seen the first time before. It was made up like a giant nursery, complete with a crib and changing table and a large number of over sized baby toys. Suddenly Becky found herself being pulled out of the stroller and onto the changing table. Even with such little movement it made her diaper squish again her bottom again and brought a surge of joy and pleasure again. She did her best ti hide it and simply laid back and waited for Brianna to do her work. Having her diaper changed on a changing table had never really been embarrassing for her, but on a changing table made for a baby was a bit different. "Mommy, will I have to wear D5's like Becky?" Becky tilted her head to the side, had Lisa just called Becky mommy not once but twice? Brianna just laughed. "Not unless you want to Sweety. For now Becky will have to wear D4's like you." Becky hadn't noticed until then that Lisa's diaper was massive as well, not as large as hers but still bigger then a normal Diaper Girl would wear. Why was Lisa here anyway? "Lisa sweety would you like to tell Becky how I you helped me find her?" Lisa's eyes shot to the ground trying not to make eye contact with Becky. "It's alright Lisa she wants to know." Slowly Lisa's brought her eyes to meet Becky's. "I'm sorry, you were right. Mrs. Samson came over a few days after-" It was clear she meant a few days after Becky has stormed out. "She put you on the ground and you looked no different then Lily. You kept smiling and drooling the whole time, Mrs. Samson wouldn't even change your diaper when you were poopy she said you were learning to love them." Mrs. Samson had been torturing her even when she was a mindless baby and couldn't understand punishment, how sick was she? "They kept talking about how well something worked and how she was going to have your teeth removed. I was so scared I know you would never have let her do that to you. A day or two later Mommy Brianna come looking for you. My old mommy lied saying we hadn't seen her, but I was able to let mommy know where you were without Mrs. Carter knowing." Brianna had finished changing her diaper and pulled her off the changing table. Never in her life had Becky been so happy to be wearing a D4 diaper before. Her legs were still jello so Brianna just helped her sit on the floor as she pulled Lisa to the changing table and got to work. "That's how I found you. Once I looked in the window and saw you were there one call is all it took. Lisa didn't have anywhere to go, so I adopted her to give her the baby life she wanted since she threw away her happy life to save you. Now that your safe we just have to get you though the testing to make you a diaper girl again and you won't have to return to the playpen. As Brianna continued on with her plan Becky's attention was drawn to a set of baby keys and were on the ground, she didn't understand why but she suddenly found them very interesting. She crawled her way over to the keys and started playing with them before she shoved them in her mouth and starting sucking on them. Becky wasn't sure how long she was chewing on the keys but Brianna and Lisa shaking her suddenly brought her out of her trance. "Becky, Sweety are you alright?" She worked to shake the cob webs from her mind. "What's happening to me? It's like I'm fine one second and the next I'm back to baby mode." Becky found herself pulled into a tight hug, "I don't know Sweety, but we'll find out." Crawling from the nursery to the dinning room it was clear to Becky the whole house was designed now with Lisa in mind. Brianna had helped Lisa into a high chair while Becky got a normal chair, Brianna had prepared a late lunch. Lisa was given baby food for lunch but to Becky's surprise so was she. "I don't want to sound rude but could I have some real food?" "I wish I could Sweety, but for the last few months you have lived off formula and baby food. It would be a good idea to ease you back onto solid foods." As much as she wanted to debate the issue Becky did find the baby food strangely tasty and didn't push the issue. Becky found it hard to use a spoon and it wasn't long until Brianna came over and started feeding her. Lisa didn't even bother with the spoon and was just eating with her fingers, she was really going all in on this baby thing. Once lunch was finished and Lisa was cleaned up Becky found herself and Lisa being piled into the car again. "Where are we going now?" "Well I set up a time with the Matriarchy to get you released from the playpen." "I hope I can still work at Diapered 4 Life when I'm a registered Diaper Girl again." "Let's cross that bridge when we get there." The Matriarchy testing facility wasn't too far away. Lisa was left in the daycare while Becky would be testing. Still in the stroller Becky was wheeled into a small room not unlike the one she had done her testing in. Brianna helped her to the examination table before the doctor walked in. A young tall women in her mid 30'd entered the room soon after. "Hello, you must be Becky and Brianna." The doctor shook both their hands. "I'm Dr. Rogers, your case has been all over the news. We were all taking bets who would be testing you." Dr. Rodgers quickly starting writing some things down on her tablet. "This will be different than any other testing we have done before. No one has ever come out of the playpen before." "Well let's get started, anything I have to do I will to stay out of the playpen." Dr. Rogers laughed, "I can imagine. First let's start with the basics, can you stand for me?" Becky slowly slid her padded butt off the table. She had to steady herself against the table with the jell-o legs she had. The doctor took a few steps back, "alright now walk over to me please." The diaper was extremely thick that walking normally would have been hard but with her legs like this she learned it was impossible. She only made it two steps before she fall back on her butt. The padding helped the fall but her pride had take a hit. She was so angry with herself, why couldn't she walk? It wasn't fair. Becky started wailing like a newborn as everything around her seemed to fade into her own crying. Warm. Squishy. Pleasure. There was something warm and squishing pressing against her bottom and it was growing. The bottle between her lips was half empty before Becky came back to herself as Brianna and Dr. Rogers were talking with another women she hadn't met before. "How long was I out this time?" pulling the bottle from her mouth to talk. All three women stopped instantly and turned to Becky who was sitting in a fresh pile of her own waste on the ground. Brianna help her back onto the table, she did her best not to smile as she left her diaper squished against her, the feeling was intoxicating. "About 15 mind Sweety." "Becky, I'm Dr. Fletcher. Tell me what do you remember?" Becky thought for a moment, everything was a blur but as she focused things started to come into view. "I fell... I started crying. Brianna tried to calm me down but I didn't stop. Dr. Rogers got me a bottle." "Good, how did you feel just and when you were coming out?" "I felt angry, frustrated." "With Dr. Rogers or Brianna?" "Myself I couldn't even take three stupid steps!" "Alright, what about after?" Becky hesitated looking at her feet. "I felt warm... Squishy." Brianna reached behind her and pressed the mess in her diaper against her. Becky couldn't stop herself from letting out a soft moan. Confusion was written on Dr. Fletcher's face but only for a moment. "Becky, do you feel sexual pleasure from your own messy diaper?" Becky wanted to die from pure embarrassment, but she nodded her head. "When did this start?" She didn't look up from her feet. "When I started testing." Dr. Fletcher turned to the other women. "That has to be it then." "What has to be it?" Dr. Rogers seemed confused. "How does getting off in a diaper change anything?" Oh ya, Becky was ready to crawl into a hole and die alright. "The drugs used at the playpen are different then what was used on Becky. The drugs they use damage the brain, memories are erased and the women is left nothing more then a mindless baby. They didn't just use drugs on Becky they also hypothesized her." "How does hypnotism play into this? How could it make her a baby again?" "She must have a command to fall into her baby state of mind when overcome with emotions like anger, fear or even joy. The reports from the playpen say she was a happy baby." "So the sexual pleasure does what?" "It's not an emotion that one would think of when they think of a baby. That sexual please is most likely the only thing that saved Becky from life in the playpen. With the drugs out of her system the only thing holding her there was the hypnosis, any strong feeling would only reinforce her baby state." "If that's true why didn't she come out of the baby state long ago, she's been pooping herself the whole time she was in the playpen?" "Well the drugs had to work their way out of her system, the problem though would be the strong feelings she had kept her as a baby. Only something massive would have pulled her out of it." Slowing all three women seemed to come to the same conclusion and slowly turned to Becky. Becky could feel them all staring at her, it was almost too much to admit. "Alright, I had an orgasm. That's when I first realized I was in the playpen." A long awkward silence, fallowed by a rawer of laughter from everyone, even Becky. "I guess we can call that a true life changing orgasm." Dr. Fletcher laughed. "If we know what caused it how do we fix it?" Becky figured now that they knew they would naturally be able to fix it. "We might be able to send you to a Hypnotist to try to undo the damage that was done. The issue is it could take time. That leads to the problem of the playpen. I'm sorry to say but as you are we couldn't pass your Diaper Girl tests." "Why not?!" Becky and Brianna said at once. "Just think what would happen if she was driving, or even walking down the street and she went into baby state. A Diaper Girl has to be able to take care of herself and at the moment, I'm sorry Becky you aren't able to." It was devastating. She suddenly felt fear of having to go back, she could feel herself slipping she knew she was going to go back into a baby state if she didn't calm down. Brianna must have realized this and shoved the bottle back into Becky's mouth. Almost instantly she started to calm down. "The bottle calmed her?" Dr. Rogers asked confused. "It makes sense that baby things would calm and sooth her." "Isn't there anything you can do?" Brian begged. Both doctors looked at once another for a moment. "She needs time, time she doesn't have. In the playpen they most likely won't let her be realized for treatment every day. That leaves only one real chores of action." "Anything!" Becky said, she didn't want to go back to the playpen. Dr. Fletcher looked at her for a long moment before sighing. "Adoption."

I remember @Bettypooh having a tread like this before but it seems a bit different when your the one having to choose. I'll try to make this short and clean. Over the last three weeks now I've started to become incontinent, so much so that my boss noticed and I'm now wearing diapers to work. I have always thought about going full time but it was more of a dream or idea then something I would go out and try to do. I don't know what's causing it so I will need to see a doctor but that leads to the topics name. As I'm starting to become incontinent should I fight to hold onto my control or just let it go? I could always wear full time and retain control claiming incontinence but that feel dishonest to me. The reason I find this a hard choice is I tend to be very pragmatic. When I started losing my hair at 25 and got an ever increasing bald spot I shaved my head bald, I can fight against nature or go with it.

The gibberish was interesting. In World of Warcraft they have old golds that are taken right from H.P. Lovecrafts story. Thus I used things they said in game (Them or void elves) so it may look like gibberish but it's far more then that.

If the next character written isn’t named Keyboard I it’s fine

I’m working on the next chapter now and hope to have it out this week, will need to get Pudding to play editor again. Sorry it’s taken so long, I started writing it then the whole Diapa’Thulhu store came to mind and I had to do that before finishing this. With that story finished should be too long now

You Got: 74% adult baby!You're trying your best to be a grown-up, but it's hard work. You plan on going to the gym, or eating healthy, but give in easily to temptation. When stuff really matters you'll always come through. You might be late to every dinner date, but you'll never be late to the airport. Your process might be a bit all over the place, but your end result is usually excellent. Not sure if I should be happy, sad or confused.

Wait if i'm reading this correctly they aren't being sued for making diapers but the print on them? It's one ABDL diaper supplier vs another, well many others. According to the document www.awwsocute.com is sueing by claiming quote "a combination of bears, binkies, safety pins, and milk bottles" on a diaper is all under copyright by them. They also claim Rearz bought and resold them as well. This smells fishy to me

When I was renting a room at my father place I once came home from work at 1 am (night shift sucks) and the front door was open and the garage door was wide open. I figured I should go in first before I do anything, sure enough I walk in and my father's snoring could be heard from the other side of the house. Thus I shut up the house and went to bed, nothing was missing. 3 days later they broke into his jeep and stole some power tools he had in there. Sometime people do stupid things for no good reason.

That really sucks you live in such an unsafe area. I know if I was broken into the first thing I would do is run and check my diaper supply . Good to know no one broken in while you're at home. Could always read Diaper'Thulhu again and have diaper nightmares instead

I figure this has been brought up before but thought I would asked now. Do you believe Rugrats the show helped contribute to the number of people that are ABDL's? I know for myself I already wanted to wear diapers before Rugrats came out so for me it was almost a vindication that I was right. While there are always shows for small children I can't think of any other show that stared babies in diapers as the majority of the cast. I wonder if some people were pushed down the road of ABDL because of the show and are there people that wouldn't be ABDL's if the show had never come out.

This didn't end up being a diaper dimension but the c'thulhu based on his novel. It's kinda hard to explain but it's a creature that defies all laws of the universe in it's existence and to even look upon it drives a person mad. In the novel it was trapped waiting for the day it would be freed and consume all live in the universe. One of the more creative horror story idea's. It really interesting how he came up with it, however, let's just say H.P. Lovecraft wasn't a good person XD. I won't lie I became consumed by his writing style doing the research for this. It's definitely not the normal ABDL type of story.

The statement of Diaper Dimension + Lovecraft is how it came about. Thus right after that I went and got an audio of Call of the C'Thulhu and I instantly felt like it could be a dark long_rifle story. The writing of it was extremely strange and I wanted to mirror his writing as best I could which does make it hard to be a smut diaper story. I do have to agree with YourFNF it did kinda seem like a rule 34 but why not. Though I do like the idea of a diaper god, that would be fun.

It was going to be Diaper Dimension + Lovecraft but... ya. It felt like I would be juggling too much. It could be done but it would need to be a longer story and I'm starting to think i'm better at short stories then long ones.

First I want to blame/thank @BabySofia for the idea behind this story while we were debating the Diaper Dimension. This is very different then anything else I have ever written and has been a joy and a complete pain in the padded butt. On that note I would like to thank @Pudding for being my editor and proof reader. The most powerful thing in this world, I think, is the bond between a mother and her child. A child’s inability to understand this correlation does not detract from it; for this bond transcends both the infinity and the very cosmos itself. Philosophers and scientists have, for countless ages, known of this power and sought to explain it. However, none have come to know the true nature behind this universal force as I have. While many were blind to this wellspring of latent potential that has existed since the time stars were young, others have awaited the herald of such to awaken once more. For unlike those who have lived in ignorance, I know now that those days are numbered; as for once a secret is learned, it can never be unlearned. Accidental is a term used by the weak minded, by those yet to grasp the complexity of the universe or its true plan. I stumbled upon this revelation on the eve of my 30th birthday. Gone from this world for four years my parents had been; the car they drove guiding them from this world and into the next. Or, at least, what was left of it. The all-consuming pain at their loss had taken years to heal, even with my only living relative, my Aunt Clara, helping what little she could. Just as her sister had been taken from this world, it seemed like a part of her had been taken as well. My Aunt seemed determined to bury herself in studies, the likes of which I believed best left alone, and her disappearance had come so suddenly and so unexpected, with the pieces and expectations left to fall upon me in her stead. The house felt bereft, and it was as though the walls themselves watched me as I explored the residence of my now lost relative. While the house itself drew no concern, Clara’s study was another matter entirely; inside I found an endless sea of books and notes, scattered across the room like a great hurricane destroyed the room and left the walls and ceiling intact. The floor boards wailed and creaked like banshees with each step I took, and among the mess of papers and detritus I suddenly found myself drawn to a small book. The cover was unlike anything my eyes had witnessed, not in this life and not in my darkest of nightmares; a diapered infant carved into the cover, embraced by tentacles emerging from an inhuman darkness. Below the picture there sat bizarre hieroglyphics that seemed otherworldly. Most unsettlingly, and without rhyme or reason, I understood what exactly was written, even without understanding the writing itself: Diapa'thulhu. A dominant, uncharted instinct compelled me to seize the malformed abomination of literature, and as I did I felt a sudden breeze running up my spine despite there being no logical point of origination. Shath'Yar Diapa'Thulhu Uovssh thyzz It was a whisper on the edge of my reality, an exotic and yet somehow horrifying sound in both sheer nature and the explainable contentment that came along with the sound, and I knew without knowing that I’d found why my aunt was missing. The book opened into my hands like an affectionate feline seeking attention, and more glyphs filled the pages. With my unexplained ability to read what I saw, I recited words that were certainly not of this world "Ph'Magg Pu'Elotha." For a fleeting moment, my mind felt on the edge of understanding something, something perhaps beyond this world, and then nothing. I dared not speak the indecipherable words again, knowing full well what I had said: "Endless torment in Pu'Elotha." Unable to comprehend what was happening, I left the building of horrors with her book, with hopes that within I’d discover more understanding. Obsession gripped me upon departure from the house, owing in certainty to the book. I’d discovered in time that it had been the diary of one Beth Lovecraft; a tome she’d penned following in the wake of her mother’s disappearance. The authoress had learned of a cult she believed had connections with her mother, and months she had concealed herself therein, learning of the true darkness obscured from the world of man. The cult dubbed it the “First Mother,” depicting a being older than time itself and with unexplainable and undeniable cosmic power and knowledge. This inheritance passed to its daughters of this world, the power of motherhood. A power known to all, but truth understood by none, save the Cult of the First Mother. A mother creates her offspring and from her bosom she nurtures life, to carry forth, and to do her will. In millennia past it had been betrayed, the creature’s own essence used against it, used to create a seal for all eternity. And though sealed, the power of Diapa’Thulhu still reached out to those that would heed the mothers call, to those who would break the seal, and bring the first mother into the world once more. The horrors Beth had witnessed were almost too much to read. The book told of a young woman brought in one night for dark rituals to bind her soul to that of the first mother, offering a microscopic amount of essence to the creature that it could one day be free. The screams of the women turned in pitch and tone to the squeals of an infant babe signaled the rituals completion. Gone was the woman she had once been, her eyes a deep unending blackness that sought to consume all who peered within. Clothed in only a diaper for all eternity, it had been told that even the name of such a garment grew from the First Mothers influence. One day, all would be one with Diapa’Thulhu, as this non-believer now had become. Men appeared to have had little use in such rituals, and though their fate would be the same as women, their essence lacked the capacity to free the abomination and they were thus afforded a limited freedom. Beth had fled shortly after her discovery mired in fear and guilt she returned to the family she had left behind. I began to fear my aunt had now passed the point of return, in much the same manner as Beth’s mother had been. I discovered a piece of paper hidden within the pages, revealing an address written in the unmistakable elegant scrawl of my aunt herself. I believed it was from this address that my aunt had obtained this item from Beth Lovecraft, and it signaled my last modicum of hope. This curse that had passed from person to person had now revealed to me a world unknown to most. My aunt was trapped within its walls and though I lacked optimism, I found little recourse. The next morning upon the eve of my 30th birthday, I arrived at the address left to me. A young woman answered my knocks and showed true apprehension when I showed the excretion of literature, and it was hard to blame her for such a response. Her name was Marcie Lovecraft, heiress and daughter to Beth of the same bloodline. After some convincing she agreed to take me to her mother, though she believed nothing could help me. An odd yet familiar feeling washed upon me as I entered; heat seemed to radiate from all directions as though I were inside hell itself. It wasn’t so much as to be unbearable, but it would seem to have been prudent to shed some layers of clothing. As we traveled further, a soft sent of baby powder permeated the halls, the sound of a baby’s lullaby just on the edge of hearing, and with each step I felt like I was descending deeper into my own demise. Our travels through halls rich with the hellish confluence of powder and brimstone came to an end when Marcie opened a door. Nothing I had witnessed up to this point could have prepared me for what I was so casually presented. The room was a nursery, almost like any other with one indisputable difference: the size and sense of scale. The bright pink color of the walls was almost blinding, contrasted by the misbegotten and grotesquely engorged baby toys scattered across the floor. White wooden prison bars made up a crib not dissimilar in size from the single bed I had awoke from earlier in the day. A malodorous sent of baby powder and ammonia drew my attention to a massive changing table, a small mobile circling above to vague attempt to offer some escape to the poor soul deprived the most basic concealment of their intimate parts. Movement drew my eyes to a figure in the middle of the room, a middle-aged woman, her mouth a pink empty mountain range in which rivers of saliva flowed over where teeth had once been. A waterfall that fell past her lips and joined the puddle forced on the small pink shirt that stopped just above her navel. Below the soaked through shirt, the women was adorned in an enormous diaper, the same hieroglyphics before, this time reading "Diapa’Thulhu Yu’Gaz." In abject horror I came to the realization that the adult sized infant before me was none other than Beth Lovecraft, although kneeling beside her to recite her name garnered neither response nor recollection. Only the feeling of my hands, of my touch, drew the attention of the perverse amalgamation, her head slowly turning to face me. An unnatural smile spread across her face in a manner I wasn’t certain a mortal being to be capable of, and at last she broke the silence; but not with words. A foul sound erupted from the seat of her diaper, and for reasons beyond my control I shifted my attention to the noise she had created in time to witness the seat of her diaper expanding outward like a balloon, bringing with it a smell I found both putrid and beautiful. Finally controlling my eyes, my stare shifted from the ever-spreading diaper to the infantized woman’s body; the pink shirt was now missing and left her naked save for her diaper, and salivaflowed like rivers of the pink toothless mountains that were her gums, splashing onto her now bared chest. Her eyes, pitch as black and darker than the blackest of nights found my gaze, and I was taken aback by the all-consuming darkness. As I stood and backed away, I felt something block my retreat. Diapa’Thulhu Yu’Gaz Lilth qi The whisper echoed through my mind and as if I was in a drunken stupor, it was as though the universe collapsed in on itself. I turned to in shock and my vision filled with the form of Beth's daughter, appropriately naked but for a diaper and with eyes as black as her mother’s and a pink pacifier between her lips. The darkness felt all consuming, like I was drowning in a sea of pitch I could never hope to escape. A river of gold flowed down my legs as I fought with all my might against the wamrth, but my body stayed fixed in place, immobile. I could feel it coming, an end to all that I was and all things in creation. I began to scream, in my mind and then out loud, as I clawed for the last vestiges of my sanity until… I woke. With a scream I sat up in the warm wet puddle that had become my bed. The terror was still fresh in my mind, how close I had been to oblivion I could never be sure. It had all seemed as real as this room did in this moment, and I couldn’t shake the feelings of what had just happened. The morning I spent calming my nerves, lost to the notion that what I had seen could very well be a glimpse into the future if I tumbled down the rabbit hole to this destination. A part of me couldn’t help but wonder, though, if the events that transpired in my mind were done just to ward me from proceeding. Could it be that somehow this… malformation of the primordial universe… could it feel my fear? Never before had a choice so simple in design but so complex in its variables ever been presented, not in my life or anybody else’s, I was certain. A choice that could reshape not only me, but the entire world. Deformed curiosity and dread guided my actions, and I knew in the deepest of truths that I’d come too far to give up now. If the grotesque book of malice written by Beth was to be believed, then this world sits on borrowed time. And If there is even a single iota of justice and righteousness in the infinite cosmos then perhaps there is a way to stop such a malformation. Confusion had become alarmingly normal for me now, and as I researched my inevitable destination, I learned that it was not within the city, but situated in the mountains to the east. My maps only revealed roads that had once been, even from a Gods-Eye View, a vantage perversely delivered by satellite, produced nothing but rock and tree. And as the roads of the mountain became worse and worse, it was clear that no simple automobile would finish this the journey and thus I set out to complete it by foot. The journey along the long-abandoned, long-neglected, road had been an unnatural silence, nary a bird in the sky or a breath of wind, and at last I found my destination in a wash of both relief and disappointment. What I beheld was an old cottage sitting inclined against the side of the mountain, long forgotten by time as much as the stone itself. "Diapa’Thulhu Yu’Gaz Lilth qi" The whisper on non-existent wind burned a message upon me that I was in the right place. The cottage was old and rotten, parts of the roof had collapsed upon itself in the fatigue of time and the structure was empty and decrepit that it any wonder it had not collapsed yet. My attention was suddenly drawn to a carving in the wall that faced the mountain, a something that I had seen many times during the past few days: Diapa’Thulhu. My hand extended almost of its own volition, touching the carving of the abominations name and I found it strangely warm. I pushed against it slightly and as I did, the wall of the rotten wood cottage detached and opened as an ersatz door, revealing that the cottage had been built only to hide this concealed chasm. Beyond the door, immesne stone pillars lead the way into the chasm, long ago constructed only to house something never intended to be found. Shath'Yar Diapa'Thulhu Uovssh thyzz Pu'Elotha A monumental gate of phantasmal tentacles that seemed to reach into the very void from whence it came stood before me. I could not understand how such a structure could exist; its very geometry seemed an affront to the laws of physics, and at that moment I finally understood where I truly was... "Pu'Elotha" Saying it aloud caused my mind to explode in static that I couldn’t assigned a feeling to, was this a boon or a torture? Slowly the phantasmal tentacles began to recede from the heavens and opened the way into pure darkness. The calming and now familiar scent of baby powder rose from the unending blackness, and a faint sound could be heard lost to distance, so much like in my dream. I wasn’t sure how long I traveled through the darkness, like time itself was swallowed too, but all at once when I turned to look behind me I was no longer wrapped in void; I had entered a nursery much like the horrifying nightmare had portrayed. The room was not empty, however, and the mindless slaves of the creature were scattered across the expanse of frightening stuffed animals, tended and doted over by mindless caretakers that moved and acted like nannies. The subjects to be tended to were naked, it seemed, save for oversized diapers that were so large and thick that teetered on the edge of consuming them whole. My eyes scanned the room and in a moment of bittersweet conflict, they came to rest on someone I didn’t dare hope to see again: my aunt. There was a smell of rotting death emanating from the brown stained seat of her diaper and just below her navel I could see a tattoo I had seen before, only now it seemed to pulse a dark and ancient power. Despite her state, even knowing my aunt was alive filled me with the pinnacle of hope I needed in that moment. Drool dripped on her lips as she loudly smashed two blocks together over and over. It was hard to see her like this. Resolved and resolute, I leaned with outstretched hands to pluck her from this mirage of nightmares. Before I could react, however, my aunt dropped her block and grabbed both sides of my head with her hands, forcing pure darkness of her eyes directly into my soul. The black was consuming all over again, and I felt everything falling into nothing no matter how hard I pulled or fought against it the tugging inside of me. The dark was all I could see and her hands still held me in place until finally they no longer did; like her hands had suddenly disappeared and the world itself vanished alongside. Though my head was free, I was enveloped by inky ichor, with the terrifying sound of something slithering and squishing in deep in the void. And it was getting louder, closer. And I learned in quick measure that the only thing more impossible then the darkness itself was the creature born from it, the figure that rose up before me. Words failed to capture the juxtaposition of horror and beauty, nor the way the creature shifted and changed, as if it's form was being concentrated or swallowed, mashed together by an errant force. A young woman stepped forward, leaving the shell of what had been an unimaginable abomination but remaining wrapped up in it like a perverse paradox. Her eyes were closed as she approached, her hand outstretched invitingly and threateningly, and I felt my clothing fall from my body like hourglass sand, if only the sand ceased to exist before hitting the bottom. Be it by fear or some other unknown force, my body would not act as I commanded. The creature placed its appendage just below my navel, and I felt a distant and yet fiercely hot burning sensation. If I had the ability to scream, I would have, for when the vile creature had lifted her touch, I saw the same marking I’d witnessed upon my aunts broken body. And from the marking, one beautiful, oily dark and perfect hand slid down, while the other pulled up on my chin to bring my gaze in line with the gorgeous voids that would be her eyes. The familiar, breathtaking, beautifully terrifying darkness. “Diapa’Thulhu Yu’Gaz Lilth qi” Her words sounded like hundreds upon millions of voices spoke as one intent, and the result upon me was immediate and instant. Horrifying and fantastic power flowed through my body as the creature’s appendage found my most intimate spot, suddenly no longer a hand as it moved and wiggled between my legs. All-encompassing pleasure began to drive me mad, and I couldn’t understand what was being done to my womanhood, I couldn’t process a feeling that no mortal was ever meant to feel. The void consumed my soul, while the pleasure consumed my body and mind, and if I didn't run now, I knew this would be the end of me. I fought for minutes, months, years, I was so unsure and it was though time had no meaning here and every tick of the nonsensical clock had slipping further and further until finally her lips embraced mine. And as her warmth touched me, my world exploded into a pleasure I never wanted to leave. An ocean of wetness had burst forth from my loins and none of it dribbled down my legs, my new mother’s hand pulled away from my crotch and I heard an all too familiar crinkle that heralded the essence of the mother. I felt the tentacle tongue of my beautiful mother caress the toothless mounds of pink gums until it reached deep into my soul. For the briefest of moments as her lips pulled free of mine, I felt and then saw a strange spiritual essence leave my body to join hers. Trickles of drool fell from my lips upon my mostly naked body, and I giggled as the crinkling sound returned. The sound became a feeling and the the feeling was the seat of my mother’s power wrapped around my loins expanding, filled with a foul substance that caused me no end of delight. The act of soiling myself felt so natural, as though I was always meant to and always would forever more. Mothers hand shifted once more as it reached around to squish the seat of my diaper with a tendril, and she smiled as she spoke. "Krz'ek fhn'z agash Diapa'Thulhu! Sk'yahf guulphg hoq!" My legs became useless as I tumbled downward, landing my wondrously repulsive bottom dressed in crinkled mushy excrement upon the floor. I couldn’t walk and I no longer possessed the knowledge how to, nor did I care. Mother retreated into the darkness, allowing the light of the room to come into focus. In the nursery I sat before my stinky sister that I had once called an aunt. My sister propped herself on all fours and crawled away, and unable to follow her, I remained. For everything I am is what my mother allows me to me, I am whatever she wants me to be, I am her unless, foul, dirty, mindless baby. I am filled with more joy and delight, for this is what mother had planned for me the moment I entered my former aunts home. Soon the universe would know our mothers power and be one with her, much as I am now, for I now know the power of this bond... Shath'Yar Diapa'Thulhu Uovssh thyzz Pu'Elotha Diapa’Thulhu Yu’Gaz Lilth qi Krz'ek fhn'z agash Diapa'Thulhu! Sk'yahf guulphg hoq! Mother Diaper'Thulhu waited so long in Pu'Elotha Diapa'Thulhu Servant, you will be Your pitiful kind will know only Diapa'Thulhu! Your soul will sustain me!

This kinda "diapered world" idea is used a lot in abdl stories. If something like this did become the norm I see two things happening. First would be biodegradable diapers. Necessity breeds innovation, if the whole world needed to be diapered i have no doubt someone would make a diaper that would last until some easy to make chemical came in contact with it. The same companies that make baby diapers today would be the leading adult diaper creators. Cloth would always be a choice but without the pollution problem I think it would fall our of favor.

Don't have time to read this at the moment but just seeing you post another story again made my day.

Yes it is sad, but I think there is a little confusion on my part. Let's say I found the perfect person and they were fine with me wearing diapers around the house or to bed, but they didn't want to change me to play "mommy." I could work with that, it wouldn't be a deal breaker. On the other hand if I met the perfect someone and they were fine with me loving diapers but never wanted to see them at all let alone me in them that would be a deal breaker for me. To me I would never want to be with someone that shallow. What if I was incontinent and had to wear diapers? That kinda of shallowness would be a deal breaker for me. Diapers for me aren't just sexual to me, if someone came and cut it off and I was left a eunuch I would still wear diapers. When I was 15 I figured I would live my life alone and I've accepted that reality, if I felt I needed to be with someone to be happy I would make myself incontinent so anyone I start a relationship with knew from the get go I would have a padded ass for live. If I start a relationship with someone who can't accept my diapers then I have wasted my time and ever worse wasted theirs. Everyone is searching for Mr./Mrs Right and any time I spend with someone who I know I won't truly commit to is selfish of me and unforgivable for their time I've wasted in their search.