DiaperBoy37

Its a scam. And it uses dating bots to draw you into buying a membership. I've never been popular enough on other dating sights, yet I get messages still from that one on a daily basis. And its all to get you to buy the membership. My account name used to be DiaperBaby4 on the website. Randomly out of nowhere it changed to AdultDiaperBaby4. There is no option to change the name.

Make sure your little friend down their is also pointed down and try not to sleep on your stomach. The first time, your body will try to go, "What the hell? How am I doing this? WAKE UP!" and if it does, you'll wake up part way through wetting.

I wish they made up-scaled goodnites and pull-up diapers like they do with kids but for adults. It wouldnt be hard anyway.

I'm so excited!!! I've been dying to read something since In stuck in my room for a few weeks.

Surgery went fine. So I will be updating soon. Some extra problems popped up otherwise its fine.

Please do continue!

Marge and Frank were preparing dinner, chatting back and forth. Mikey was upstairs in the nursery asleep still when there was a ring at the door. Both of the giants froze. "She is too early." Marge said. "Go upstairs and check on him." Frank said, grabbing a knife from the butcher's block. Marge complied and moved to upstairs. She checked on the sleeping boy in his crib, and Mikey was sound asleep, with the cover slightly kicked off and mouth wide open. "Thank goodness he's still here." Marge whispered. Mikey ran his hand across his face before letting out a long sigh and the elderly giant covered her mouth to prevent making any more sounds. It was still naptime and it would have been a bad idea to let him back up now. Meanwhile, frank kept the knife behind his back as he opened the door, seeing a man in a uniform standing there. "May I help you?" Frank asked, keeping most of his body behind the door. "Yes, sorry to bother but I got lost going through the neighborhood and was wondering if you could help me find my way through." The man responded. There was a contractor's van sitting out on the street. Across the street, the old man could see one of the agents had just walked out their door to go and "check" the mail. He knew no real mail got sent to the house and the people who moved in were agents who were there to specifically guard Cheryl's parents. Frank waited until the agent got to the mailbox before responding. "Just go down the street make a left at the first intersection, and follow that straight." He said. The man smiled. "Thank you so much. Have a good day." After the contracter had started walking away, the agent was seen going back up the driveway and to the house. Frank closed the door and locked it shut. Letting out a long sigh of relief, he put the cutting tool away and headed upstairs to get his wife. Upstairs, Marge was startled by the door opening. Seeing it was only her husband, the elderly woman settled back down and stared into the crib, playing with the boy's hair. She had given him his pacifier which Mikey had happily accepted and was contently nursing it at the moment. "He's so peaceful when he's asleep." She whispered to him before leaving her grandlittle to sleep. "So who was it." Marge asked.yo "Someone who got lost. A contractor of sorts." He responded once in the kitchen again, and preparing the food. Frank collected the vegetables and mixed them into a bowl with some sauce while Marge finished breading the chicken. "Thank goodness. First day we babysat Mikey we almost lost him." Marge sounded unsettled. There was a silence in the room, both elderly giants remembering that day. "Well, its fine. He's fine. Sortof. He's still here and that's what counts." Her husband responded, feeling uneasy about the memory. The phone rang from a restricted number. It rang twice and stopped. Marge picked up the phone and called the number back. It was procedure for when something like this happened. Something they were used to. "Do you have any sugar?" The agent answered. The elderly woman nearly drew a blank. "Uhh. I don't... No, I do not. I have something sweet though?" She responded. "Its fine. I'll go to the store." The phone call ended. She had gotten it right. This was the first time she actually had used the phrase in a while. She wondered if she was ever going to use it for a while. ********************* I woke up to the smell of something being cooked. Looking around the room I groaned to myself, realizing I was still in this place. I heard a heavy door close and some muffled talking before footsteps came to the door just outside the nursery. The door quietly opened and I shut my eyes again, pretending to be asleep. "Look. He's been an angel all day. Aside from being a little fussy here and there." I heard being whispered by Cheryl's mother. Next thing I knew I was being lifted into the air. My eyes shot open and I started to panic as I was brought over the shoulder of the giant holding me. My rearwas cradled, and a hand went across my back as I panicked. Flailing my arms around and kicking as hard as I could to break free from the giant was an immediate failure. "Shhh. Its just me. Its Mommy." She said. I could see Cheryl's mother standing in the doorway still, smiling at me as I calmed down. "Did you want to stay for dinner? Your father and I are having a tossed chicken salid." "Thanks Mom. That would be great." Cheryl responded as she laid me down on the changing table, and began to change me. I remained still, as I was changed, letting out a deep sigh as I staired at the wall, remembering what it was like before I got here. I zoned out for a few moments and hadnt realized that I was finished being changed or the other conversation being had until I felt something rubbing my stomach through the soft clothing I was wearing. I snapped out of it and looked around the room, seeing that Marge had left the room. I looked up at Cheryl who was reaching under me and lifting me up and back into her arms. I groaned as I had to go through this. She moved us over to the rocking chair in the room and sat down before sitting me in her lap, facing her as I leaned against her arms for support. "Mikey, what's wrong sweetheart?" Cheryl asked. I looked away and tried to avoid giving her a real answer. "Nothing." She raised an eyebrow at me and I stared breathing a little faster. I tensed my muscles up, still only knowing this giant for only a few days. "Mikey. I know when you're lying. What's the matter." She said, a little more sternly this time, but keeping close to the tone she had before. I leaned away from her slightly, afraid of the woman. She was many times my size and I had no intention of answering now. "Mikey. Talk to me. What happened today?" She asked, changing her tone back to the gentle one from before. I sniffled once and she moved me loser, hugging me. "Leave me alone!" I whined at the giant trying to smother me. I wasnt a child. I was an adult. I had no intention of staying this way, being babied every day and night. I tried pushing myself off the woman, to no success. She held me firmly to her chest, keeping my head on her boosum. I fought her, trying to wiggle free, but I was too weak. "Let me go!" I spat at her. She shushed me and rubbed my back as I worked myself up. "Stooop!" I sniffled. She started humming a tune. "Let me go!" I said louder, trying to hide my frustration. Nothing seemed to make her stop and I was fighting back tears that formed in my eyes. I was not a baby. "Noooo!" I felt myself slipping. My frustration was getting the better of me and I was making myself tired again from trying to break free from Cheryl's nurturing gesture. "I want to go ho-o-ome!" I sobbed, finally breaking. Only a few minutes after she had sat down. I was a sobbing mess in the giant's arms. I bawled into the soft bosom of the woman, crying my heart out. I couldnt keep doing this. I could not. She shushed me again, patting my back as the tears from my eyes changed her shirt to a darker shade. "My poor little boy." Cheryl said. _______________________________ A few weeks passed and Mikey was starting to walk again, but relied on crawling for his movement. He had gotten used to the people around him, but he as only ever really around Cheryl and her parents. Mikey, although being used to the way he was being treated, still longed for his dimension, and would often go into fits about it. David was still around, but Cheryl was seeing him less, due to his advances in work and because the mother was focusing on getting her boy healthy and happy again. Things had stayed quiet for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happening. Which was shocking to everyone including Dr. Faulner, who was closely monitoring Mikey with weekly checkups. _____________________________ "A date? - Tonight? - Just you and me?" I heard being said from the kitchen. I had been sitting in the playpen in the living room and had been reading a small book, something I had asked for and gotten the chance to read. "No my parents are out of town - I think introducing him to your parents are a bad idea..." I looked up from my book and crawled over to the edge of the pen, standing up. I sighed quietly as I did, holding onto the walls so I wouldnt fall back down. "Cheryl?" I called out to her, wondering what was happening. The giant came out of the kitchen and into the living room and picked me up. "Alright. I have to go make another phone call. I'll see you soon. Love you - Bye." She kissed my forehead and I blushed, backing my head between my shoulders. "What's going on?" I asked. "Mommy is going on a date with David." She said. I felt her hand squeeze my diaper and I squirmed as I usually did. It was strange to feel it, regardless how many times it happened. With that we headed upstairs and Cheryl made a phone call. "Hey Kayle, I was wondering if you could watch Mikey tonight..." She started. "Who is that?" I asked in a panic voice. I didnt know who she was. "Thanks so much. I'm sure he wont be that scared..." "Who are you talking to?" I asked as I was laid on the changing table. The Giant woman started changing me. "Alright. I'll see you soon." Cheryl hung up the phone and finished changing me. "Oh relax. Its just Dr. Faulner. You remember her, right?" My memory of her, was bad. Usually it involved needles and tests. I was not looking forward to tonight.

Please continue.

Sorry. This hasnt ended. Unfortunately I've run into an issue where my phone decided not to save a large chunk of the chapter and I've nearly forgotten about it. I get upset and do this when these things happen. I'm also getting surgery in 10 days and I'll have plenty of time to actually continue writing.

Could be very interesting

My Mr. Turtle.

What? What abdlmatch 2.0? Do you have link to a different website or are you talking about here?

OOOOHHhhh.... ok

Prequel?

*Hugs* Tomorrow will be a new day. Whether or not its a good or a bad day is unknown. Its hard either way, even the good days sometimes. But you always have good days to look forward to, no matter how many bad. Just keep on going so you can have the next good day. And the one after that. Always go for the next time you can have a good day. And cherish the ones you do, no mater how bad the bad days are, no matter how horrible they get. And remember, we are here to listen to you.

The explanation underneath the removed question, is extremely smart. I wish my mom did this.

I left a note

My eyes were puffy and my face was red as the giant man patted my bottom. "Let me go get him changed. We'll be back." He said to the therapist. Once in the bathroom Cheryl's father lowered me down onto a changing pad. My eyes were still watery and I didnt want to do this. But I had no choice. "Mikey. Are you ok?" He asked after my ankles were at my knees. Why did he care? I asked myself. I opted not to respond to him. "Mikey. I will protect you. No one will hurt you again. Grandpa will protect you." "I dont want to be a baby." I responded, looking at the wall. "Mikey. Grandma, Mommy and I know that. And so does Dr. Faulner. That's why you are in physical therapy. Most Littles dont have that choice." The sincerity in his voice was enough for me to turn around as he pulled my pants up. "I just want to go home." I whined as I was lifted again and I was resting my head on the man's shoulder again. A reassuring few pats on my back helped. I felt a little safer now than I did before. "I know buddy. I know." Exiting the bathroom and back to the awaiting therapist, we followed her to the next room. I had no idea what was in store. "He is Mikey, correct?" The giant asked. "Yes." Cheryl's father responded. The room was filled with some light workout equipment,a few treadmills and bicycle machines. Some benches and balancing equipment was scattered across the room as well. Most of the people here were more giants, elderly looking ones mostly and a few people in nicely colored uniforms. "Ok. So, for right now, as it stands, we need to get him standing. I've never had a request like this before. Especially on a Little. But we will work on getting him to sit up before he can work on anything else." She stated. I was watching her take us to a large padded bench. "Lay him down here, I want to do some tests." The man followed her instructions, laying me on my back. "Hey buddy. Now I need you to push against my hand as haaard as you can. Can you do that for me?" She asked, holding a hand about two feet from my chest. *********************** Frank saw the boy start to look around the room with his eyes ready to jump out of his head instead of doing as instructed. "Sorry. He cant remember leaving the place be is from. Nor does he remember ever being in Tarshsa. So he is mostly afraid of everyone." The man explained to Carol. The therapist sighed. "Alright. Well, I'll still get him to engage, dont worry." Turning her attention back to the boy, she waved her hand over him and he snapped his head to observe her hand. "Now Mikey, they are going to stay over there. Now I'm going to push down and I need you to push back as Haard as you can. Ok? Ready. Set. Go!" She started pushing downwards towards his chest. "No. Stop!" Mikey cried out, throwing his hands up to stop her. He pushed at her hand with both of his. She stopped pushing down when he started and his arms began trembling almost right away. Carol stopped and pulled her hand away with a heavy sigh. "Well. If he is like that for the rest of him, we are going to have a lot of work ahead of us." Therapy went on for the next two hours, giving a glimpse into what Mikey would be doing for physical therapy. The trip home was filled with the frustrated grunting and crying of Frank's grandon. Back at Frank and Marge's house, they found her unpacking groceries from her car. Marge came back out the front door to see her husband opening the door. "So how did things go?" She asked him. A loud scream came from Mikey, who was not happy at all about being in the carrier again. "He did ok. He still needs to get used to people." The man said, carrying their grandson inside. He had become hysterical since being in the car again. "That bad?" The grandmother asked as she took the last bit if groceries inside. "Look at my grandbaby. All fussy. Come here to Grandma." Marge cooed, taking the screaming boy from her husband. "I'll go get him down for his nap. Can you put the groceries away for me? Thanks honey." She smiled and grabbed a bottle from the fridge before going upstairs. Frank looked around the room, seeing the kitchen table and island countertop were both filled with groceries. It seemed like she bought for the month. "Shit. I hate it when she does that." He cursed to himself once Mikey was out of earshot. Upstairs, Marge had closed the door to the nursery. She quickly changed him before she wanted to calm him down, afraid he would become upset right after calming down. "Why. Just why." Mikey sobbed before crying harder than he had before. The elderly giant sat down in the rocking chair, having out a stuffed animal she and Frank had for Mikey while he remembered who everyone was. "Shhh. You're safe now. None of the bad people can get to you. Shhh." She tried calming him down. She picked up the stuffed fish toy that she had ready, and brushed one of its fins across his face. He only screamed, trying to push it away. He gasped for air a few times, and started dry heaving, only adding to how hysterical he was acting. His body was shaking now and Marge did what she could, to pin him to her chest with a blanket covering his back and head so he couldnt see. It was the last trick she knew that had a slight chance at calming him down. He started calming down a few long moments after she started rocking. The boy calmed down and had fallen asleep minutes after that. The giant figured it might be because of everything he was seeing, just one long nightmare for him, seeing his dignity, choices and just freedom away from him and replaced by everything 'baby.' The grandmother managed to get him to nurse in his sleep, and she held him until he was mostly done the bottle. She rocked him for a while longer in the same position from when she had him pinned and was playing with his hair. "So sad all the time." She whispered, kissing the top of his head. "I miss you when you were happy. You looked so handsome when you smiled." Frank entered the doorway and saw the sight of the two. Marge lifted a finger to her lips to signal that he needed to be quiet. The man came closer and lifted Mikey off her chest, laying him in his crib with the plush fish toy. "Thanks. I'll see you downstairs. I have to go change." The grandmother whispered, standing up. Her shirt was soaked from where Mikey had been crying. The two waited for Mikey to wake up, going over what had happened at therapy. "Well it's a good thing you are taking him." Marge said. "I know. Should we tell Cheryl?" Frank asked. "I think she will be fine not knowing. I'm going to go check up on him." The giant woman stood up and went to the nursery. Mikey was still asleep on his back. She approached the crib and leaned against the railing. The wood creaked and the small boy started to stirr, his hand grabbed the plush fish and pulled it over most of his face, leaving his eyes revealed. "Oops. I'm sorry." Marge reached a hand in the crib and rested it on Mikey's stomach. He jerked his knees up and grabbed the elderly woman's fingers with his free hand, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. Mikey's entire body was tense. He had always been like that every time he was awake. She stopped there and waited until he curiously looked at her face to try to figure out her intentions. "You dont need to be so scared of us. We are all here for you. Not the other way around." The giant spoke softly, rubbing her thumb up and down on the boy's stomach. "Why though?" "Hm? Why what?" The puzzled Marge asked but Mikey remained silent with his eyes getting visibly heavier. "Come on. Use you're words." She encouraged. Mikey let out a long sigh. "Why should I trust you? I dont even know you." He sounded sad and less afraid this time. "Mikey. You've been here for over two of our years. Whether you remember it or not. We've all had our unlucky days." She told him. "And sadly you have had far too many to count." Marge noticed the boy relaxing and decided this was another good time to help him trust more. She reached in and lifted him out of the crib and cradled him so he was sitting up slightly in her arms. "Your Mommy, Cheryl, she cared about you. Not only that, she loved you from the moment she saw you." She carried him downstairs to the family room, where Frank was watching Tv. He muted the machine and listened as his wife gave a small speech. "When you were first adopted, no one knew who you were. Or anything about you. But she loved you anyway." The elderly woman sat down on the couch and looked down to see her grandbaby was still struggling to stay awake holding the plush toy to his chest so it wasnt covering his face anymore. "But why should I trust you?" Mikey asked his words soft as he fought slumber, getting comfortable. "I'm getting there. Cheryl called us about every time you would cough or hiccup. If she was going to that length to make sure you were okay, dont you think she is trustworthy?" She asked him. He twirled his feet. He was uncomfortable answering that. "Well?" "Yeah I guess." Mikey said weakly. "And dont you think that if she is trusting us with making sure you are safe, that makes Frank and I trustworthy?" The boy nodded his head with his eyes almost closed. Marge looked up at her husband and he came over. "Well then if you give us trust, we will make sure you have only lucky days ahead." She looked down and saw his eyes were completely closed and he let out one deep sigh, curled up in the giant's arms. "Nothing but lucky days ahead."

Did he get a normal human dog or a bear?

I pray for a volume 2

I'm glad to see even after this part of the story is done, you'll continue it later.

I'd love to see Perpetual Change be finished. Love the story.

I think I see what you mean. I think she was jealous of Becky for holding Jamie as long as she did.

Some of the things Becky says is funny. Especially when she has the "Little Blinders" on.