smarti

me neither.. its too hot here.. nothing to make

Yup it's a fab film

these people creep me out. it's true that diapers are not everyone's cup of tea, but i notice after they had a go at us, they also attacked fat people, asian food, vegetarians and environmentalists. Stay well away... did you know Leonardo da Vinci was a vegetarian?

I don't like to limit myself. choosing between being a boy or girl is choosing between the beatles and the rolling stones. I'll have boy moods and girl moods, do boy things, do girl things. born a boy and not wanting any surgical alteration to my body, but if one day I magically woke up a girl, would enjoy wearing girly things in public for once!

May I add my felicitations to those and may you have a very special day Tigg. Licksssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!! Smarti

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Add my greetings, happy birthday again tig hope you have a nice one

hejsan emma, kram , kittla flaska valling for you no kottbullar, and go Hammarby! Smarti

shame you missed out punk with all those safety pins and the anger of a 2-year old... try me on anything from 70s and 80s. For me "goth" is the cure, banshees and early cocteau twins For the 90s I like trip-hop - Massive Attack, Portishead.

That's a nice slice of writing!

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess, but her wicked stepmother was jealous of her beauty and kept her in a prison cell in the castle. Princess Leia spent long days thinking of ways to escape. One day, a crow flew to her window, and said, "Hello!" "Who are you?" asked Princess Leia, suprised at the talking crow. "I am the emissary of Merdalf the forest sorcerer. I have a way to help you escape. The people are weary of the wicked Queen." "And what is that?" asked the Princess. The crow lifted his talons and showed he was carrying a green stone. "This was used by your great-great grandmother Queen Justicia, and it will help you as it helped her." "Just wish on this," he said. "Incant the secret spell, 'GET ME OUTTA HERE'". And with that he flew off back to the forest. Princess Leia held the stone and uttered the incantation. Then she passed out. When she awoke she was still in her cell, but something was wrong - she felt a little smaller than usual and she was sitting in a puddle of pee! But she did not have time to reflect on this because there was a noise at the door of the jailer bringing her food. She hid under the bed, where, to her surprise, she found a little cavity to remove herself completely. She heard a noise of the plate clattering to the floor. "Princess Leia has escaped!" cried the jailer, and the hue and cry was raised. The crow circled above the castle and the wicked Queen saw him. "This is that cursed Merdalf's doing," she shouted at the crow. In her little cavity under the bed, Princess Leia felt something that turned out to be a door handle, which led to a secret passage. She followed it and came out in the scullery, behind a cupboard. She walked a little bit, but was spotted by a scullery maid. "Who brought this baby in here?" asked the maid. She picked up Leia and sat her on a table. "She's wet," said the maid, "Luckily I have a pack of Pampers in my bag for my niece." And the maid took a fresh Pamper and taped it on the little girl. Leia found it unusual, but she liked the feeling of the crisp dry diaper. She was embarrassed though at the cooks all cooing over her. "Who is going to look after her?" asked the scullery maid, Elsie. "I will if nobody else does." But the chief cook said, "No!" Everybody looked at the chief cook, who said, "My great-great grandmother told me the secret story about Queen Justicia. Check the child's shoulder for a birthmark like a care bear's paw print." And they did so. "It IS Princess Leia," said the chief cook, "and you must not tell anybody, for it must not reach the wicked queen's ears." Princess Leia smiled and clapped her hands, but suddenly they heard the footfall of the wicked queen herself, who strode into the kitchen. "And what is this baby doing in the kitchen? Where is the King's herring soup?" The cooks went about their business, and Elsie held on to Princess Leia, who now looked cute enough to melt the hardest heart. The Queen looked at Leia; thinking about the lament that she and the King still had no heir. "Who is this child?" she asked. "A mere foundling, by young Elsie here" said the chief cook. "I will take her", said the Queen. And so Princess Leia was returned to her old nursery, with Elsie looking after her. On arrival, she found she was wet again, and the maid changed her into a fresh Pamper. Despite herself, she enjoyed the feeling of lying on her back while Elsie removed her soggy diapers and cleaned her up, and put her into crisp new Pampers. And so was wrought the curse of Merdalf on wicked stepmothers. Princess Leia had her second childhood as the wicked queen withered and died, realizing how she had been duped on her deathbed, cursing them all. Then her father passed away and Leia took the throne as Queen Justicia II. There was wild public celebration as she diverted the Kingdom's GDP into educational and health projects,and cancelled all the contracts with dungeon equipment suppliers. But none of her adoring subjects knew, she thought, as she got ready for bed on the night after her coronation. The faithful Elsie was there with the changing mat and the fresh pack of diapers. And she patted Elsie playfully on the bum, because Elsie was also diapered. Elsie changed Leia lovingly with lots of powder, and once again she felt the gorgeous feeling of a fresh new Pamper. She smiled. They had saved her life after all. One day her Prince would come. But that's another story. THE END

Hello and welcome. Lots of secret ABs here that's for sure - I'm one of them. Hope you enjoy youself here. Being an aby is fun but the world doesn't understand us!

Interesting analysis. Don't forget we do things just because they are fun to do.

Whaddaya know. Handle with caution!!! I haven't been asked for cash yet, but if I do, I'll let you know. Cheers Martin

Welcome BGiRP! I'm 42, so you are still young. Glad to be your friend smarti

The Trojan Diaper “I am your Dark Svengali, as you’ve known me, Sven”, said the Man who held his hand out to shake with Allie, who was a little uncertain. “So we meet at last. And may I say you are considerably more attractive than your pictures would indicate.” Allie blushed. The man was in his forties, in good shape, exuding power and confidence. “It’s such a coincidence that I should get to know you in both your, uh, personas – and you me of course.” It seems unreal, thought Allie, he has come into my life like a genie. I kind of believe him. Heck yeah. He’s the guy to get us out of this dull waitress job. “It’s kind of strange to meet you at last Sven,” said Allie as she shook, “and I’m looking forward to reading your plan.” “Well,” said Sven as they sat down, “here it is.” And he handed her a plastic folder. She read it quickly and her nostrils flared, she felt a huge surge of fear and anticipation, but a really pleasant glow, and a will that the plan would succeed. Suddenly, her mobile phone rang. It was the modeling agency. He watched, as Allie was told to report to the studio in 15 minutes. Allie was crestfallen as she made profuse apologies for having to dash, and they swapped mobile numbers. “Dinner tonight at Spago’s” were his last words. === For the first three years the plan worked beautifully, as Sven, with his connections in the media, and experience in the modeling industry, quickly established Allie as a fast-rising modeling star. That was Alexandra McDowell, thank you very much, and they amassed a huge clipping file of double page spreads in Vogue, Paris Match, and the cover of Cosmo. Cash poured in and Sven was perfectly punctilious in sharing it all out. Allie was in heaven, hob-nobbing with celebrities and attracting approaches from major fashion houses. Sven was also careful to avoid tabloid sniffers, kept up a wholesome diet of activities, because they would get their meat later. Phase B went straight into operation, codenamed Blooming Romance – an egregiously wealthy old man besotted with Allie’s media image, a lovely fellow and owner of The Flying Banana, 68’ ketch with all the amenities and comforts he could afford. There were Sven, Ron and Allie relaxing with drinks (Allie lime juice), just three days after Allie had signed on the invitations to Ralph Lauren and Chanel. They managed to get him separate from servants and other guests chatting in other parts of the boat. They dared not show him the plan, of course, but politely told him that Sven was Allie’s “other.” Which was true enough in its own way.. He looked strangely puzzled. Thought about it for 5 minutes, and then just laughed out loud. “But you must stay on the Banana”, he said. And to his eternal unknowing credit for the rest of two weeks stuck very close to Allie with Sven maintaining a discreet distance plundering the bar for cocktails. Allie was wearing her favorite Anna Sui. Basking on the poop deck of the yacht in pleasant conversation with Ron, attracting reproving glances from people who knew his exes. Sven had made personally sure that Mick from the Daily Mail was in the entourage, and that he was equipped with a zoom quick-shutter 6Mpx mobile phone. And he made sure he got the last ex. The result was a huge splash all over the Mail (of course), and the gossip mags OK and Hello. This was a nervous time, as Sven fended off comment with the statement that there was no attachment on Allie’s part, which they swallowed well enough. Ron took it with good grace, and persisted in inviting Allie to his mansion. Sven was a bit more protective here, but Ron and Sven got on well, but he was just another friend. Now they had Lagerfeld and all the other majors on their circuit, and found themselves as little fodder items in the Sun, which they had hardly dared hope for as phase C (Celebrity) of the plan, and it was dizzying and nerve-wracking. But Sven and Allie were able to finally start spending money in their own seclusion. It was time for Phase D. Or was it? “The first thing I want to say,” started Sven, is that we agreed it was possible to terminate the Plan right here. To me it is either here nor there, but it is your whole life. There are so many unknowns in this phase that I completely respect your decision not to do it.” “You are right to warn me and I thank you for your lack of pressure. I haven’t decided yet myself. To take all our riches now and risk them. But perhaps we would not have had these riches without the Plan. I feel inclined to follow the Plan. At the same time I will wait another year maybe,” said Allie. That was a shrewd option as Alexandra McDowell became the “it” girl for 2009 and her stock as a supermodel increased enormously, and the time was properly ripe for the maximum impact of the final phase. ==================================== “No Battle Plan survives first contact with the Enemy”, mused Sven as he put the final touches to the Event preparations. “Can’t cancel this now, a lot of expectant invitees.” The Apocalypse, as Allie thought of it, was in train at last. And she walked uncertainly to the dressing room. She amused herself think about what she was about to wear on the catwalk that night was not: Not flowing gowns, not sexy jeans, or not even lingerie or night-wear. It was codly odd, this event, all the usual media were there, with a tip from Sven that something “major” would happen, but no “name” designer, only the relatively obscure Total Babe Fashions company (registered in the Caymans by Sven). They were however satisfied with the Allie’s coup of gaining at least one model of her stature to share the catwalk duties. The rest were really rather inexperienced! The catwalk remained empty as guests filled their seats and became expectant. Bland electro dance music played. And Allie put first foot forward into the expectant gaze. There were gasps of surprise, and camera flashes went on in profusion. And she walked forward and briskly to the end, and turned around and walked back. Sandy, Allie’s friend came next. More gasps, more flashbulbs. Model #3 walked in and out, followed by #4. There was uproar, and a couple of people plain walked out in disgust. Sven saw it was time for sub-plan x, and cranked up the pace to get the show doggedly finished, by having them sprint to the first corner and back. People were out of their seats and jabbering wildly, only Mick from the Mail sat with a bemused expression on his face, shaking his head and laughing. Sven approached him, hopefully. “I always wondered why you two were so cagey. And all that weird business with Ron.” He shook his head again and laughed. “How do you think it’ll go, Mick?” “Sheesh! If I were you I’d disconnect the phone tomorrow. And expect something ugly.” “Not you surely…” Mick pondered for a while, and then said, “I’d give you a fair crack of the whip. In an exclusive interview.” Sven looked relieved. “The normal…” “Oh, I’d rate this at a minimal 200k”. They shook hands and Sven led him off for the interview. === The next morning, Allie and Sven lay in bed looking at the papers. The Sun (front, full page) Allie McD in Bizarre Baby Show (A not unflattering shot, but emphasised the diapers) The Daily Mirror (front, in panel next to big Iraq story) Sexy Allie swaps Knickers for Nappies The Daily Express (page 6, with stock photo of Allie) Givenchy drop Alexandra McDowell; Lagerfeld: Allie’s OK The Independent (front, under the fold, no pic) Supermodels in fetish fashion furore The Guardian, (front, overhead panel leading to story in G2) Madonna: “Allie is cool” The Daily Mail Allie: “I’m just being myself” Exclusive to the Mail by Michael Neville Which was illustrated with shots of Allie in her nursery MN: What is this all about? AM: We wanted to highlight a group of people who are sad and lonely in our society. MN: These Adult Babies. AM: Yes. Well, I am an Adult Baby. MN: And what do you mean by that? AM: I like wearing nappies and dressing like a baby. MN: Do you think people might find this sick and perverted? AM: We’d like people to look past such labels and look at the harm we actually do, which is very little beyond the odd nappy rash. MN: Some may think you are paedophiles. AM: Absolutely not. Only consenting adults doing nothing illegal. MN: But what about the nappies? (AM is wearing a nappy right now, but dressed normally) AM: Thousands of people have to wear them everyday for medical reasons. Nappies are an underwear choice. MN: Are you worried about your reputation. AM: Well, I still love proper modeling, and we’ve had lots of reassurance from our true friends in the industry. MN: And all the best to you. Thank you very much, supermodel Alexandra McDowell. That night at Allie’s and Sven’s nursery, they felt strange playing together, Sven, better known as Daddy tenderly diapering the lady he had first known as nappygirlallie, as they had done since that first night at Spago’s. Now the world knew their secret and it had to do some good, somewhere. …to be continued

Belated birthday to you to BG huggles and from smarti

I detect some prompting from the extreme right.

And nobody's born gay eh??repent ye,or just explain to me what's bad about it ... I tried it in my late teens. It worked superficially for about 3 weeks. I ran all outta tissues. Sorry about your miracle cure Dr Freud. I question your definition of beneficial. great what a new keyboard can do

Cancer here. Officially the most difficult constellation of the zodiac to actually find in the sky. I actually prefer my Asian sign which is a Dragon.

135cc Yamaha RX-Z. Everyday to work and back. I've had it for over 10 years.

My real name is martin, smarties are a chocolate sweet in UK similar to m&ms in the US. I wouln't say I'm smart, but i know to put the square peg in the square hole

What I always did, was to buy a real little girl's dress and have it made identically in my size. Thr problem is that cost increases in proportion to embroidery, lace, gathering and other fiddly bits. Which many sissies like the most Dollydiaper, what's your entry price point? You will clean up if you can undercut the competition.