LeaveIt2Me

“Amelia, come stand by the counter so you can have something to lean on while I finish getting the snacks.” Lydia beckoned. “Watch my purse” Lydia ordered as she placed her purse on the counter next to me.” My face went pale as I saw the edge of another white diaper peaking out of her bag. I stood there trying desperately to ease my paranoia. I reasoned that many things are white and it was still possible nobody would notice. After all I hadn’t noticed anything in her purse before she put it on me. However as more and more people walked by to pay for their things the more convinced I became that everyone in the gas station knew exactly what was in her purse. In what felt like an hour Lydia appeared with the same things she had before leaving me at the counter. I wondered if this was all planned or if my paranoia had simply gotten out of control. As she waited in line she again started searching through her purse. She was still rifling through it when it was her turn at the cashier. Somewhat flustered she apologized for not being able to find her money and continued to dig through the contents of her bag. The diaper bobbed up and down as she continued to hunt for her money. I wanted to scream or reach over and push the diaper to the bottom of her bag but of course that would only attract more attention and I would lose any chance of keeping it secret. As a result I just stood there still in a state of disbelief. Thankfully however it was only seconds later when Lydia announced she had finally found her wallet but my relief was short lived. As she pulled the wallet out the diaper fell directly on the floor. I was completely dumbfounded and speechless. Time seemed to slow down like in the movies as I watched the man behind us step on the diaper. It took every bit of strength I had inside me not to burst into tears as I watched him bend down to pick it up. He tapped Lydia on the shoulder and she apologized for her clumsiness. As she placed it back in her purse she joked that at least it wasn’t a used one. The man chuckled. The whole situation seemed quite normal for them. In contrast the color in my face was long gone and a sick feeling was rising up in my stomach. After a polite smile and nod their attention turned to me. Without missing a beat Lydia rubbed my back and cooed “Honey don’t worry about that one measly diaper we have plenty more in the trunk.” Her words stung. My legs were so weak it was hard for me to keep my balance. Once our snacks were paid for the man behind us left his place in line to hold the door open for us. Pity filled his face as he watched me hobble towards the door. Lydia ushered me through the door first and I couldn’t wait to get back in the car. She held the car door open and watched me get in before getting in herself. At this point I couldn’t hide my emotions and my sullen mood permeated the car.

Baby pants I am so happy to hear about you and your wife’s relationship. I worry about ab/dl relationships being one sided since a fetish can only take you so far but it sounds like you and your wife had a true relationship especially since you were willing to be a caregiver when it was necessary.

I have seen numerous posts asking for a mommy but when I read through them they don’t seem to amount to much. Likewise I have posted about being an online mommy. I am starting to believe that much like the stories tales of actual mommy/baby relationships are mostly fantasy? How many people have found an actual mommy/baby relationship?

I have been reading the Bible and I was a little confused about something. When Moses was trying to leave Egypt there were verses talking about hardening Pharaoh’s heart and again in the New Testament there were similar verses about hardening their hearts so that they would hear but not understand. How does this coincide with free will? Does hardening their hearts mean that they didn’t have a chance to repent? Maybe I am understanding it wrong but it seems like everything is predestined.

I looked at the door hoping someone leaving the bathroom would suddenly come to my rescue. All I needed was one person to open the door for me. Preferably someone other than Lydia. I wiggled while glancing in Lydia’s direction as my brain silently calculated how long I would be able to control my bladder. Finally I decided to walk into the door forehead first in hopes it would open the door long enough and far enough for me to slip my crutch tip inside so I could pry the door open. I felt the coolness of the door against my forehead before an arm reached across my shoulder from behind. It was Lydia but at this point I didn’t care. I wobbled over to the toilet only to discover it didn’t have any handrails. Before I could say anything Lydia was in front of me placing my hands on her shoulders so I could stabilize myself. In one swift motion she pulled down my pants. Her nails scratched slightly as she reached for my underwear. Sitting on the toilet I looked up at her frozen in embarrassment. “With all the commotion you caused don’t just sit there” Lydia quipped. Her voice wasn’t exactly angry but she was clearly annoyed. Suddenly with Lydia glaring over me I couldn’t will myself to go. Every urge I had to go had suddenly disappeared. Lydia sighed and l felt oddly guilty. I pushed down trying to force myself to pee but to my horror the only thing that came out was a very audible toot. I could feel my face turning red as Lydia shook her head and turned away. Even with her looking away I couldn’t relax enough to go to the bathroom. She rifled through her purse as I sat there with my pants down at my ankles wondering how I was going to ask her to help me off the toilet. Without warning she turned around and lifted me to my feet. Assuming her agitation had finally crossed into fury I stayed quiet. I tried to focus on the scuff marks on the wall in front of me so I didn’t notice anything strange until I felt something odd between my legs. I looked down just in time to see Lydia fastening the second set of tabs on an amazingly thick white diaper. Out of pure reflex I pushed back against Lydia’s shoulders. The sudden force knocked me off balance and I fell backwards onto the toilet behind me. Lydia however was completely unfazed. “If you don’t cooperate I will have your dad or better yet Holden help me carry you to the car.” Her voice was cold and stern. I knew my dad wouldn’t put up with this but if Holden saw me I would never be able to live it down. I put my hands on her shoulders as she helped me stand up again. She pulled my underwear up over the diaper as far as they would go followed by my pants. As I walked back out to the car I tried to act as normal as possible but each time someone glanced in my general direction I could not help but wonder if they knew what I was hiding. I questioned every look and smile. I could feel the thick diaper with each step I took so I was sure it had to be noticeable from the outside as well. Lydia happily trotted in front of me with a small collection of snacks. If you are enjoying the story please consider donating $5.00 to my go fund me account ($5 is the minimum amount for gofundme donations) If you leave a comment with your display name for this site I will message you an additional 13 paragraphs by the end of today. I will also message you all future paragraphs for this particular story until it is finished.

I would like to thank everyone for the information! I also forgot to ask if the writers email is shown publicly or to the readers/members?

Obviously I seen the post about abdl writers moving from patreon to ream. It’s actually a bit ironic because I was going to finally start a patreon account this week so I either dodged a bullet or totally missed out on a good thing while it lasted. If anyone knows how ream stories works please let me know. Can you use a pen name? How strict are they on content? Price recommendations? Can you post videos and pictures? Do you have to have a PayPal account?

Unfortunately my writing abilities were not good enough to elicit donations to my go fund me. I am really desperate for donations because I can’t afford treatment on my own. As a result I would like to try being an online mommy to elicit donations. My plan was to use audio files since I am slow at typing. Please message me to discuss details.

I’m trying to make this story more compact. Feedback from another story was too much background not enough fetish. Of course I would be the one interrupting the serene car ride. My voice cracked slightly as I gathered up enough courage to speak. All my strength must have been used up by building my nerve as opposed to actually forming the words. As a result my request came out whiny with a tone more suited for a question which only added to my embarrassment. The radio overpowered me or they were simply ignoring me in hopes I would just hold it. Either way this time I was much more assertive. “Dad I have to go to the bathroom!” Again it was the tone of my voice that betrayed me. Instead of confidence my voice came across as urgent and panicky. Thankfully however this time I got my Dad’s attention. Alright Amelia my Dad sighed as though I was being overly dramatic. By the time we reached the gas station I really did have to pee urgently. In fact I wondered if I would be able to make it in time with my crutches. I didn’t ask for help but I was glad to hear the passenger car door open and close along with mine as I got out of the car. I was so focused on going to the bathroom that the idea of who would be helping me did not even register. My legs were as stiff as boards as the muscles clenched in a misguided attempt to help my bladder hold back the flood of urine. The stiffness made my legs seem heavier and willing my arms to propel me to the bathroom became harder and harder. Compared to this my walk to the car when we first left the house was a display of elegance and skill. If I didn’t have the crutches and a brace on my knee the people in the gas stations would have thought I was a crazed drunk. Making it to the bathroom door was a relief until I realized that there wasn’t an electric door button. In desperation I looked behind me for someone to help. It was then that I fully realized it was Lydia who came inside with me. In my state of helplessness I was happy to see her as she nonchalantly figured through the snacks and drinks on display. If you are enjoying the story please consider donating to my go fund me. https://gofund.me/853d10d8

I never liked Lydia but she was the first woman my dad had showed interest in since my mother passed away four years earlier. As a result I tried to be as friendly as possible but it was very clear that Lydia didn’t like me either. I think I simply reminded her too much of my mother. Lydia had two kids of her own and meeting my dad gave her the complete family she had always longed for. Sadly her picture perfect family didn’t include me or anything else from my dad’s past. It was like she was jealous of my mother’s memory or perhaps threatened by the possibility of not being as good as my mother. Thankfully we didn’t have much contact with each other since I was away at college. Both Lydia and I enjoyed the distance but my father hated it. He would come up with ideas to get us all together as a family but Lydia or I would come up with an excuse last minute and not show up. Ironically coming up with ways to get out of family outings was the one and only thing we did together. Unfortunately right before spring break I hurt my knee and the house I was renting near campus had stairs so I was forced to move back home. Of course my dad thought this was the perfect time to go on a family camping trip. I wasn’t in a position to refuse since I was staying with them and being face to face with my dad made it impossible to lie my way out of the situation so I reluctantly agreed to go camping. Given my injury I assumed I would be alone in the tent while most of the family bonding was taking place. In my mind I would be making my dad happy by agreeing to go while still keeping my distance by staying in the tent. When it was time to leave I brought my crutches and was sure to hobble as awkwardly as I could without actually falling all the way to the car. I also mentioned my pain in an attempt to add credibility to my story. There was no way anyone could ask me to do anything but stay in the tent for the weekend. The only good thing about the trip was being able to spend more time with Lydia’s son. Holden was a year older than me and the absolute opposite of his mother. Lydia made me nauseous but Holden gave me butterflies. At nineteen years old he was any young girl’s dream despite being a bit of a mama’s boy. Playing up my injury had the unexpected benefit of grabbing Holden’s attention. I had visions of sitting next to him during the car ride but Lydia must have sensed my enthusiasm and ruined my plans by sticking her bratty ten year old daughter between us. Reading a book made ignoring Mackenzie easy enough. The occasional joke from Holden made the drive almost pleasant. I giggled as flirtatiously as I could without alerting anyone other than him. Eventually however I had the strong urge to pee. Stupidly I drank a whole glass of ice tea before leaving the house so it was kind of inevitable. I should have known better because I am notorious for having a small bladder. And to make things worse after putting on such a show while getting into the car I would have to ask for help with going to the bathroom.

I have discovered that even in my imagination I am fat! I wrote two entries back to back about food! Lol

I have never done any role play before and was wondering how it worked. Do you get to know the person you role play with before and then start a topic that aligns with their fantasy or do you post a random topic and different people add on like a story go round?

He slurped the cheese covered noodles happily being sure he got the biggest mouthfuls possibly for each bite. He completely refused to bite the noodles in half or even pinch the excess off with his fingers. Instead he sucked every noodle in from top to bottom. Spaghetti was always one of Elliott’s favorite meals but I don’t think it is because of taste alone. Slurping the noodles as noisily as possible and feeling the warm and wet noodles in his hands were all part of the appeal. He filled his cheeks like a squirrel. The experience was just as valuable as flavor. On top of all this he was able to cover himself in sauce while still making me happy by finishing all his food. The garlic bread also went down quickly. However the crumbs made quite a mess and stuck to the sauce that was on Elliott’s face. Unfortunately the salad did not fair as well. He conveniently ignored it until everything else was gone. I slid the bowl in front of me and started feeding him. He thought about keeping his mouth shut but decided it wasn’t worth going to the corner again. Instead he decided to open his mouth but he made sure it wasn’t open far enough for the fork to enter. Determined to get my way without a fight I resorted to teasing. “Look at that little mouth Scoop can take a much bigger bite than that” I challenged while moving the forkful of food towards Scoop’s open mouth. Elliott’s pride soon took over and he whined over my accusation. His dislike of vegetables was no match for his stubborn nature. He opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could and roared loudly. Each bite of salad was accompanied by a roar but the entire bowl made it into his stomach. “Well I don’t think Scoop could have ate that much!”I said while looking at the empty bowl. Elliott smiled and roared again in triumph.

Once again the promise of food was enough to make Elliott forget about his condition. As soon as I said that dinner was ready the tugging on his shirt stopped and he didn’t care about his diaper anymore. He charged full speed to his chair and was in the middle of climbing on it when I reminded him that he had forgotten someone. A quick look towards the couch was all it took to remind him and he instantly bounded off to the living room. He grabbed Scoop by the tail and ran with him upside down. The stuffed animal bounced gently at his side as he made his way back into the kitchen. He sat him on the table beside his plate before getting in his own seat. In true Elliott style he dove into his plate of spaghetti hands first. He had a bite or two down before asking for the “shaker cheese”. I twisted my face and acted like I didn’t know what he was talking about. Do you mean feet cheese I asked while twisting my face even more dramatically. Both his love of Parmesan cheese and my hatred of it was well known in our house. He laughed and corrected me at the same time. Alright I sighed playfully as I got him the “shaker cheese “. As I watched him pile Parmesan cheese on his spaghetti Scoop fell over onto his side. See Scoop agrees with me the smell of your feet cheese has knocked him out! Elliott laughed as he insisted Scoop was just tired and that he actually really liked shaker cheese. He dipped his finger in the mountain of Parmesan cheese and placed it in the dinosaur’s open mouth. See mom I told you Scoop loves shaker cheese just like me Elliott squealed gleefully!

I had occasional bed/pants wetting throughout my life with the last around 13. I always felt embarrassed and like something was wrong. Fast forward and I meet my biological father’s family (he passed away) and while going through the family medical history his sister says he wet the bed every night until his 13th birthday. Apparently nearly all of the kids have problems with wetting including my cousins kids until between 8-15. I don’t think they know why but everyone seems to grow out of it eventually and it’s treated as normal. Needless to say I could have really used this information earlier in life. Interestingly the women also have problems with infertility like me. I don’t think it is related to the wetting but it made me feel like less of a freak and that perhaps I wasn’t being punished.

It looks like someone needs their diaper changed already I said in a sing song way. I was shocked to see that Elliott’s attitude was gone and he didn’t react to my statement. “Can you get mommy a diaper and the wipes please?” Before I finished asking the question he was toddling towards the bags. He eagerly dug through the bags until he found what he needed. I recognized the look on his face when he pulled out a diaper and the container of wipes. It was a look of accomplishment. He quickly and cheerfully returned with the items holding them up so I would see them. Despite his boys will be boys antics Elliott never liked being in trouble especially when he could sense my disappointment. Getting the supplies was his way of showing me he was ready to listen. He laid down without me having to ask. I wiped and changed him while telling him how good he was being however I reminded him that he had to finish his timeout. Since his shorts were wet I couldn’t put them back on. He spent the rest of his time in the corner trying to force his shirt down over his diaper. The tugging on his shirt and crinkle of his diaper were so adorable I was once again transported down memory lane. Even with my reminiscing I was still able to stay strong and make him complete his timeout. After he was done I told him he would have to earn the old toys back before I would even consider giving him some time on his video games. “You can earn a box of your old toys back by playing nicely with Scoop. Then we will move up through the old toys until we get to the video games.” He clearly was not happy about this rule but he accepted it. His only show of defiance was a menacing glance toward Scoop. Is anyone reading this? Lol

The show didn’t mention the treatment just that it didn’t have a good success rate for this fetish. To be honest I was kind of shocked because dr. Phil has a lot of unusual guests and is usually relatively understanding towards them but like I said this show seemed to be centered on convincing the girlfriend to leave. However I will say that the adult baby of the relationship was kind of guilt tripping his girlfriend into being his mommy because of her cheating previously even though he knew she was never comfortable with it. She would cry, gag and sometimes vomit after changing him. Perhaps if they were both willing his reaction would be different. Just got me wondering what was so wrong with ad/dl because i have always considered it a coping mechanism. However i understand alot of people see it as a problem and since i am not exactly proud of it i was kind of sad to know that treatment doesn’t help if I wanted that in the future. I must also say the comments have helped. In particular the comment by weasel diaper boy.

I was watching an old episode of Dr. Phil that had an AB/DL on it. During the show he said people with this type of fetish usually do not respond to treatment and basically told the girlfriend she should leave. Has anyone here tried treatment? Did it help in anyway? Do you think it is necessary? Personally since I have started writing stories about an/dl I think I like the idea of control and unconditional love that comes with idea of being a mommy. I realize it is not “normal “ but there are worse things…right?

Back at home everything was going well until he asked to play the video game again. As sternly as possible I reminded him that his behavior was not good enough for video games yet and that he would have to prove that he could be a big boy first. Until then you may play with any of the toys in the basement I stated as I showed him two of the boxes I had already brought upstairs. These were all older toys but they were all still in working order but he was not happy. He fell into a fit without even looking in the boxes. At first I was going to ignore him like before but then he took a toy car from one of the boxes and threw it at the wall. The wheel of the car broke off and he was not fazed. In fact he grabbed what used to be his favorite stuffed animal as a toddler, a fluffy green Tyrannosaurus rex named Scoop and started stumping on it. When stumping on it failed to produce any real damage he proceeded to gnaw on its tiny black eye hoping to rip it off. I couldn’t ignore it any longer and my anger was starting to surface. In a single swoop I put him in the corner. “Naughty boys sit in the corner and you are being very naughty Elliott.” Don’t move I warned. Apparently you are too little for these toys too I scolded as I put them away minus Scoop who I sat on the sofa. Still angry I went into the kitchen to start cooking dinner and to let myself cool down. Thankfully he stayed in the corner where he was supposed to be at least until I heard him screech. He must have tried to wet his diaper but the already stressed pamper couldn’t hold anymore. Despite the sound Elliott made there was no dramatic mess. There was no puddle on the floor like one would have expected after hearing his cry. You could feel the wetness on the outside of his diaper which was now yellow because of all the urine. However the only true leak was through the legs which left wet patches on both sides of his shorts.

I know it’s been a long time but I have decided to start working on my story again. Elliott’s Refusal (Finally Continued) Even though the diaper was much thicker than the pull up the hiss of urine was still audible. With one sigh Elliott’s whole body relaxed. As I lifted him from the bathroom floor to put his shorts back on the diaper had already begun to stretch. At first I thought he would complain about the diaper since it was bulging and had became somewhat noticeable underneath his shorts. Thankfully he was far more concerned about finishing his food and happily hopped back into the cart. By the time I got to the checkout counter the pretzels were already gone and he was using his fingers to get every last bit of cheese out of the plastic dip containers. Surprisingly he still had a lot of slushy left but it was melted so I switched it into his brand new Mickey Mouse sippy cup. I could tell he was slightly irritated when I handed him his cuppy but the thought of losing his drink apparently bothered him more because he reluctantly grabbed it. The cashier smiled and commented on how some lucky little guy got a lot of new stuff today. She disappeared behind the aisles before returning with a blue balloon. She tied the ribbon around his wrist while saying how cute he looked. Instinctively she asked me his name assuming he was either too young or too shy to answer himself. This embarrassed Elliott so he stood up in the cart and wrapped his arms around my neck. Unfortunately for him standing up only revealed the soggy lump in his diaper that was peaking through his shorts. Of course this only reinforced his cuteness. I picked him up and held him on my hip. Now the lady behind us was cooing in unison with the cashier as Elliott sucked on his fingers to get the cheese from underneath his fingernails.

Personally I never felt that a creator God and reincarnation conflict although most people think they do. The idea that a person will be judge solely on a single lifetime always bugged me especially since the judgment doesn’t always seem fair. I have been told by multiple Christians that being Buddhist alone is worthy of hell but one of these Christians is a wife beater and is sure he is heaven ready. It just seems like so much is based on which religion you choose and not your actions. I think karma adds balance and personal responsibility for our actions. I think reincarnation from a creator God would be an act of kindness and give everyone a better chance.

A long time ago I seen some people on the story forum talking about a site where they received donations for their writing. It has been awhile since I have logged on so I can’t find the post anymore. If anyone has the name of the site or any other ideas on how to raise money without giving out personal information please let me know.

I know that past lives are not really a part Christianity but I was wondering what others think...

Continued He sheepishly laid down on the coat. I was a bit shocked so it took me a moment to begin pulling down his pants. He winced slightly as the pressure in his bladder grew harder to control. On the floor he could no longer subdue the urge to pee with wiggling. Even holding his privates was losing its effectiveness since he had to remove his hand for me to pull down his pants. He quickly placed his hand back on his privates once his pants were removed as if his hand was the only thing that could keep the urine at bay. The wincing continued but seemed more extreme. What had once seemed to be a bothersome or annoying sensation had become urgent and uncomfortable. He gripped the outside of his pull up as I unfolded one of the thickest night time diapers I had. "Hurry mommy" he whined as he desperately tried to tighten his grip again. His voice so soft and small all of a sudden. I removed the pull up, lifted his legs and placed the diaper under his bottom. Taping it on I made sure it was snug both around the waist and legs to prevent any leaks.