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might something like this be what you had in mind?

What do we think are the best stories with a Halloween backdrop? I'll post my thought shortly.

There is a story More Trick than Treat by BooBooBritches There are 16 chapters of it on the other portion of this site, but if memory servers, there is more to this story. Does anyone have or can anyone point me to the rest of this? Thank you in advance

glad to help

might this be the story you are looking for? Brittany's Baby Adventure - graciebigbaby - Wattpad

my pleasure. let me know if you like any of these

So are you familiar with the following: an old one call They're Only Words or Points System or Birthday Girls trip to the fair

Might something like work for you?

This is a story i had enjoyed very much, but came across it with a female main character and written by someone who is currently going by JSDoom83 on deviant art link JSDoom83 User Profile | DeviantArt There are 8 parts and it has been a long time since any updates. Though there were very long stretches between updates in the past. I think if you are okay with a female "target" you will find this enjoyable.

I think you might be looking for a story by Parker (or Parkerlongabaugh) called Mommy Dearest. I don't have a link to that story, but here is a link to his da page parkerlongabaugh User Profile | DeviantArt

Secretstash, Could this be what you were searching for?

Thank you Personalias for the reference. I'll reach out. I hope I am not posting these if vaabs/dipdorks is being paid for then. if so, hopefully I can delete the above.

I like the author’s style, storyline and sensibility. Would like to find the artist and hopefully more such comics. Attached are images I have. I have no idea where or how I got them. Were they free? Did I buy? if not, do I need to pay the artist? Any help would be appreciated. Please delete if this post is inappropriate. Thank you in advance for any assistance

Hawkx1, You could just type the blogspot address listed (daring-diane.blogspot.com) and you will find the story beginning from June 2017. Are others unable to navigate from those links?

Rather, I believe what you are looking for is an unfinished story by Daring Diane call Car Seat. Hear are links to the story at her blogspot site, (it was broken into 6 sections and was a total of 63 chapters) Daring Diane: Car Seat (daring-diane.blogspot.com) Daring Diane: Car Seat 2 (daring-diane.blogspot.com) Daring Diane: Car Seat 3 (daring-diane.blogspot.com) Daring Diane: Car Seat 4 (daring-diane.blogspot.com) Daring Diane: Car Seat 5 (daring-diane.blogspot.com) Daring Diane: Car Seat 6 (daring-diane.blogspot.com) A wonderful story. A shame it seems to not have been finished

Diddldum, Thank you so much. My searching yielded little and some of these stories I recall from years ago are extraordinarily difficult to find. I am amazed by your ability to have found this.

I believe there was a continuation of a story call Carl's Curse by filthymind. I noticed it on the ARARCHIVES. (here is a current link 2005 Story Archive (ararchive.com) I think it may have been called something like "just the right size," but I am not sure. In any event, might anyone know where I might find a copy of that continuation? Thanks for any help.

Not sure, but I recall that the story really started with this one Daring Diane: Flower Girl (daring-diane.blogspot.com)

my pleasure The MommyM. I know what it's like to try and recall and find a story.

might it be Meg and the Meteors by SallyKA https://forums.abdlstoryforum.info/t/meg-and-the-meteors-by-sallyka/3151

7. The past 20 minutes had a profound impact on Jason. Lost in thought, Stacey’s words didn’t really register. He felt so infantile having summited to having his dirty diaper changed in the back seat of the car. Now, the wearing of a onesie over his night time training pants, encased in a rather infantile yellow footed sleeper, assaulted his self-image. Running into Pam, he just knew she had to know. This was too much for his mind to handle. Not even being placed in the car seat the officer insisted he ride in, register the same embarrassment. A short while later “Traffic is miserable.” Stacey captioned their frustration out loud intending for Jason to hear her words. They were already 40 minutes into the 40 minute drive home from his college and had inched along approaching just the second exit since they entered the highway. Stacey’s growing impatience with the stop and go traffic was causing her stress levels to rise. After minutes of frustration, her mind wondered. Looking back and barely thinking, she addressed her little rider, “why so glum Timmy, did you lose your binkie?” catching herself just after the words left he mouth, she realized that the little one she was driving was Jason, not the three year old Timmy she babysat. “Huh.” Jason grunted. For that moment, Stacey was looking at Jason as the toddler her appeared to be. There had been an accident on the highway, and at this time, things were going to be worse before they got better. Glancing back at Jason, Stacey saw him squirming around in his seat. Clearly he had enough as well. Julie exited and started driving towards a diner near the exit. Jason had settled down by the time they had parked the car. He had sat quietly in his car seat the entire ride, looking to be on the verge of tears the whole trip. Too embarrassed to say anything and knowing it would have been pointless, Jason sat in his car seat needing to pee for the past 20 minutes. As they hit the exit ramp, he could hold out no longer. At first a dribble, but then he could do nothing to hold it. Initially, it was such a relief, then reality set in, he had just wet himself. Sure he was trapped, but that excuse did little for his currently fragile ego. He felt like crying, the tears fell, but held it together enough not to make a sound. Stacey reached in to the car, undid Jason’s straps, and hauled him out of his seat. Jason, escaped unnoticed, or so he thought. No sooner was he lifted into Stacey’s arms, then he found himself high off the ground, facing forward, He heard Stacey sniff. “Phew, smells a bit ripe J, good thing we pulled off, I guess we need to change your diaper.” “Puww Up.” “Oh sorry, my bad, time we change little Jason’s training pants” Stacey said in the kind of tone used with a small child as she put Jason right back on his car seat and opened the trunk for the diaper bag. Walking in the door carrying Jason, Stacey asked for a table for two as she walked right back to the bathroom. “I know its hard to make it to the potty, but someday you’ll be a big boy” Stacey continued as if she we talking to a toddler and then punctuated her comment by adding “again.” Now on his back on a changing station all Jason wanted to do was scream. “I know you’re not a baby Jason,” Stacey said as if reading his mind, but we are where we are cause of our own choices. Inside Stacey was happy about what had been the turn of events. There seemed like no ill effects on her, in fact, she was ecstatic about her blossoming breasts. Look Jason, they were nice enough to get us set up. Stacey commented as she deposited Jason into a wooden toddler booster seat. The waitress placed a big plastic bib on Jason, just as she was delivering their dinners. Stacey ate, watching Jason not doing the same. Stacey wasn’t sure if he was just upset or if he was still having difficulty grasping and manipulating objects making it too hard to eat. In retrospect, it was probably not the best idea to let Jason get the spaghetti marinara. When Stacey finished eating, she just sat there and observed Jason. He looked like he was playing dress up as a pouty toddler, not wanting to eat before he was put to bed. “We have time, those roads won’t be clear for a while.” Stacey’s hoped her comment would put Jason at ease, so he would eat. Jason just sat there staring at Stacey as though her comment meant nothing. “Don’t you want to eat before it gets cold?” Jason took a second and reached over to grab his fork from next to his plate. Stacey watched noting that he was off balance and if he weren’t strapped into his seat, might have fallen. Grasping the fork in his fisted right hand, Jason stabbed at his plate and tried to shovel some of his pasta into his mouth. Stacey watched and tried not to laugh. After a few minutes of attempting to eat, Jason was a mess. Spaghetti had fallen to the floor, he resorted to using his left hand to help him keep the pasta on his fork, so he had smeared his face and hands with sauce, some bits managed to make it into his hair. More food fell on the floor than made it into his mouth. Jason was so focused on his attempting to feed himself, that he never noticed Stacey pulling out her mobile and snapping a few pictures. Later it would be a part of her imagined baby trying to feed himself series. Finally, Stacey took pity on him. “Let me help.” Stacey picked up a clean fork and carefully fed him. By the second fork full, Jason’s hunger had him leaning into each mouthful presented, looking every bit the infant at feeding time. Brushing the crumbs from her blouse, as she stood ready to pay and leave, her breasts felt tender. She also noticed some wet spots where she figured she had spilled some water. Meal over, the two were on their way home. Home after a long day on at school, a miserable drive home in the middle of which Jason had a miserable dinner experience. He wet his pullup again on the ride home, only another 25 minutes after dinner and he had soaked right through his night time training pants before they walked in the front door. Jason was worried in that he hardly noticed this accident, only realizing he had been peeing when he felt the wet warmth of it soaking his underwear.

6. “Good morning Jason.” Stacey cheerfully roused him to waking up. Jason and Stacey we each not happy with being thrown together, but each felt like they had no alternative. Jason could barely get himself out of bed, there was something in his mouth that he spit out. Stacey looked on as she noticed Jason spit out something. It was another tooth. That was the 4th one he had lost in the last 12 hours. He was starting to look funny, where his two front teeth once were, there was now just empty spaces. Jason finally appeared to have awoken. He tried to slide out of bed, and basically fell out of bed. Landing right on his bottom, he felt like crying as the squishy sensation of his saturated pull up reminded him of his predicament. Barely holding it together, he was a mess. The lost teeth and wet pants were starting to erode his self-image. “Poor baby. Maybe we should just get that pee pee diaper changed and get our big boy dressed for school.” “Sthop vat!” Jason angily replied clearly oblivious to his speech impediment. Stacey suppressed a giggle. His words made him sound like a child with a lisp and apparently Jason didn’t notice. Stacey decided not to push it, instead she sat on the bed and watched as Jason disappeared into his bathroom. It was almost 20 minutes before Jason emerged and though typically meticulous about his appearance, he looked unkempt. As if the added bulk around his bottom wasn’t enough to show off his predicament, the white tops of his pull up stuck out the waist band of his pants to remove any doubt. “Let me help you.” Stacey said as she approached the guy who was now her charge. “Weave me awone” Jason called out not wanting to be fussed with. “Just trying to help, your diaper is sticking out.” Jason let himself be tended to and though he was in no mood to be polite, mustered his energy to speak “fank wu” he had known he was just saved from massive embarrassment at his college. Stacey couldn’t put her finger on just what seemed off, but as she dropped Jason off as school and watched him make his way to his class, she could see his gate seemed a bit unstable as he walked. Stacey having a couple of hours to kill, went shopping for all the stuff Aunt Meg needed her to get for Jason and some new cloths for herself. Since she used the machine, she got just what she wanted, her self-esteem was soring as she noted her almost non-existent breast had changed. They had swelled from a AA cup size to nearly a C. It didn’t hurt that Jason was getting his comeuppance while she happily filled in her cloths like the sexy siren she had always wish to be. Jason parked himself at the library to get some of his work out of the way after class. He had noticed that he was starting to have difficulty with his coordination. Walking which he previously took for granted now seemed to require almost his full attention. After pulling out his laptop, he couldn’t seem to hit the right keys. Frustrated, he gave up on getting some work done and got up to go sit in the lounge at the library and wait till Stacey came back to campus to get him. Getting up from his seat, he fell right down on his ass. Pulling himself up he realize he was now so awkward on his feet that he needed to hold onto something to keep himself upright. Carefully he grabbed his backpack and made his way holding onto the walls as he moved. Sitting in the lounge, he read one of his crappy psychology books. He needed to get his projected done, but was not happy about his field work. Go to Sunny Smiles Daycare and observe and evaluate developmental attributes of the kids there. Early childhood development was the worst part of his Psych class and he drew this project. The buzzing and ringing of Jason’s phone woke him from a deep slumber. It was now 3:30, Stacey was calling and he took a moment to get his wits about him. “Hewo” “Jason, what going on, been calling for the past half hour.” “Nuffin, been sweeping” “Sleeping!” Stacey caught herself, realizing he was still out of it not yet awake. “Where are you? It’s time to go.” “Wiberry” “Come on, I’m in the far parking lot.” After a few weird moments on the call, Stacey found him in the library. “Hey little guy, let’s gather our things and get going.” Sitting peacefully and looking all ready to go, Jason was none too happy to be addressed like a child. “We goes, goes, we gots” “Oh poor baby having more trouble using his words.” Stacey paused as she noted that Jason had an angry look on his face. She kneeled down in front of Jason and said “we should get going fast, this little delay is going to put us…..” a rather distinct odor wafted over to Stacey. She gave a very pronounced sniff in Jason’s direction. Before Jason knew what was happening, Stacey had picked him up and draped him over he left arm as her right hand pulled on the back of his pants, catching the back of his pullup as well. “Who’s mister cranky pants? Poor baby went potty. We can fix you up before we go.” Jason protested the degrading action, but Stacey just forced the issue. Picking him up she started walking him back to her car. He had leaked all over his pants, so Stacey took great care to make sure not to get herself wet as well. Stacey wasn’t sure how Jason would react, but she didn’t bring any fresh pullups or a change of clothing for him. She would need to change him at the car and dress him in the stuff she had just bought. Jason wouldn’t be happy. Crossing the Quad, they ran into Melody’s sister Pam. Melody was Jason’s girlfriend. She was small just like Jason, but in heels, she still seemed to be just under 5’ tall. Melody was still in Highschool, her sister was doing some post graduate work on campus. “Oh hi Pam.” Jason just gave a feeble waive. “Hi Stacey. Jason where have you been, Melody’s been trying to get through to you for 2 days.” “Oh, Pam, he is in a…..” Stacey tried to think of a good excuse. There was only so much embarrassment she needed to cause. “It’s part of his project. He is pretending to be a 3 year old, to better understand something or other. I’m just helping.” “Oh?” That seemed like an unbelievable story. But he did look different. Then Mel noticed the bulk around his bottom. “Is our little guy even wearing a diaper?” Jason felt like crying. This girl just caught him and realized he was in a diaper. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice he used it. I hate to do this Pam, but we are in a hurry. Before Stacey could turn to go, Pam reached over and to plant a kiss on Jason’s cheek. Out of reflex, Stacey leaned down to make it easy on Pam. Pam took a second to realize what she sensed. That special smell, it wasn’t just a fart, it smelled just like …. It was not easy to believe. It did seem like her sister’s boyfriend guy had more going on then she was lead to believe.

5. “Stacey it’s about time you learn a bit more responsibility.” Stacey and Jason hated being lectured to, but having both been caught, they each had no choice. Stacey knew this was not good, this would be the moment the big punishment would be revealed. Jason sat there. He felt silly. Having wet the bed the night before, he was now having a bit of a problem keeping his pants dry during the day. He already has two accidents today. Fortunately him mom didn’t notice the pants he soaked the evening before. Unfortunately today’s problem discovered, made Mom make him wear training pants like he couldn’t be trusted to get to the bathroom. He felt like a child. The hard part was hearing his mom telling him it would get worse. Now he just wondered what kind of punishment mom would impose on Stacey and himself. He feared what mom was going to do to him. “Oh Jason, look at you.” Meghan said as the glanced at Jason’s crotch. There was clearly a damp patch that looked to be expanding. “Huh.” Jason grunted. Stacey just suppressed a giggle. She was long past trying to complain to Aunt Meg about Jason. It seemed to only fall on deaf ears. She was happy to see he was getting his just desserts after he embarrassed her by posting online a recording of her spanking. “This is what I mean young man.” His mother commented. Jason made a move to get up from his seat. “No stay right where you are and let me finish. It’s clear you are having trouble with some of you previously mastered skills, so from now on, I think it’s time we help you out so you can get through the day.” “What?” Jason couldn’t quite figure out where this was going, but it didn’t sound good. “You brought this on yourself Jason.” Meghan paused for effect “Let me be more direct. I can’t have you walking around in wet pants and risk other problems as these changes continue to effect you. So from now on, Stacey will watch you during the day.” “No!” Jason erupted. Stacey knew this ahead of time and felt she could now get payback on him. It wouldn’t be great, but it would be worse for him. This was still partly her punishment, so she really had no choice. Meghan continued, “Sorry kid. You have no choice. You have classes tomorrow and I am not sending you to campus without someone to look after you.” “I don’t need someone watching me. I’m not a child, I can tend to my own life.” “Really, says the little boy who just went pee pee in his pants. Look at you.” His mother responded. “It’s no big deal” “You right it’s no big deal. Lots of 3 year olds still wet their pants.” Meghan told him in a tone she might have reserved for an actual three year old. Jason felt humiliated by that comment. “Oh poor baby, you just had your 3rd accident of the day.” Meghan continued in that tone which may have sounded like a mix between condescension and something reserved for a toddler. “No need to cry, mommy will make it all better. First thing, those cloth trainers are no longer going to cut it.” “Bu” Jason could barely utter as words seemed to escape him. “I’m not finished. You’re still changing and someone needs to observe.” “You’re not the one who has to take time off from her job” Stacey interjected with her annoyed tone. “Well, young lady, you had it coming for your own bad behavior.” “Babysitting this guy” Stacey’s annoyed tone projected her dissatisfaction with her punishment. “Hey! I don’t need a babysitter.” “Enough!” Meghan attempted to end the bickering. “Oh, poor baby, did I hurt your feelings.” Stacey said in a very condescending tone. “Quiet. Now, this is it. We start now, here.” Meghan said in a more forceful tone. Stacey always resented Jason he was the smart one who went to college and was on his way somewhere. Even though Jason was just a runt, he always talked down to her, but now it was going to be different, or at least that’s what Stacy thought till his mom stepped in. “Meghan turned to Stacey, “it’s time you learn to be more responsible and I think the perfect punishment is for you to take care of your step brother. (though technically not really a step siblings, such a label made things easier for people to understand and for the three of them to reference each other). Monitor what is happening to him and make sure he doesn’t have any problems. In short, care for him and help him till he gets back on his feet.” “Do I have to? Stacey whined. “Yes!” “So I’m like what now, his full time nanny or just his babysitter?”

Please forgive me, my laptop died early Saturday morning. Just had it fixed. I should be able to post new chapters by the morning.

I intend to post another chapter on Sunday. More little twists soon. As we move forward the shape of what will be should become more clear.