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Thank you I'm looking forward to posting more soon. Currently taking a very short break from writing while I get my second book edited and ready for paperback, then I'll be straight back for chapter 5.

Hi all, I'd like to share what I've written so far on a new story I'm working on. Chapters one to four so far. The direction I'm aiming for is an abdl romance story, very much set in the real world. I see the early part of the story comprising of text message back and forth and video and phone chats between the two main characters as their relationship develops, eventually leading them to explore the world of abdl together. Any thoughts or feedback would be most welcome Chapter One – First Dates It was a damp and dreary January evening, on a quiet suburb of a small Norfolk town. The cold, icy weather from December had given way to milder, more humid conditions. Conditions, far more typical for the UK. The type of chilly, grey drizzle, that Britain is generally known for. Chloe was sat in her bedroom, at her mother’s house, carefully getting herself ready for a date. She held her breath to steady her hand, as she gently applied a false eyelash with a pair of tweezers. When she was happy with it, she blinked a couple of times, before carefully applying the second one. She turned her head left and right to admire her makeup. “Gorgeous!” she whispered, with a satisfied smile. From between the lipsticks, mascaras and other assorted makeup which cluttered the dressing table, she reached forward and picked up her phone. She glanced at the time before checking for messages. ‘Half six...still nothing from Jacob,’ she thought to herself, before placing the phone back on the dresser. ‘Surprised he hasn’t messaged yet.’ Chloe sighed and went back to looking at herself in the dresser mirror, checking that she was happy with how she looked. Satisfied, she stood up and walked over to the full length mirror. She turned left, and then right, trying to inspect herself from each angle. She arched her back and stuck out her tummy. ‘Too much Christmas food’ she thought, as she turned again, looking at the reflection of her slim, petite figure in the mirror. Chloe glanced over in the direction of her underwear drawer. Something inside triggered a brief flashback to a few weeks earlier. A night of humiliation and age play at Jerry and Angela’s house. Chloe felt herself blush, as she remembered how Angela had caught her hiding in the nursery. She cringed, thinking about how she’d been babied and humiliated, and she felt anxious as she was reminded of her bus ride home again, in nappies. How Jacob had caught a glimpse of her diaper, when she got off the bus. ‘Relax Chloe,’ she told herself. ‘He didn’t care about it. He wouldn’t have invited you out for a date if he did...’ Chloe walked over to the drawer and opened it. She looked down at the neatly folded underwear that filled the drawer, before brushing it to one side to reveal a pair of hidden nappies. The ones which Angela had given to her, as a departing gift from her little visit. Chloe’s imagination began to wander into a fantasy, as she lightly brushed her hand across the soft, plasticy material. She shut her eyes and thought of Jacob, and the text message he’d sent, the day Chloe had met him on the bus. ‘Maybe he’d want to see me wearing them again? Did he really mean it, when he said he thought it was cute?’ she pondered, as her mind played through an alternate scenario where she’d stayed on the bus and gone back to his house. Chloe was suddenly jolted back to reality, as a voice from downstairs called up to her. “Chloe!” her mother shouted from the kitchen. “Are you in for dinner tonight? I’m making spaghetti bolognese.” Chloe quickly brushed her underwear back, to conceal the nappies, and slammed the drawer shut. She opened her bedroom door slightly and called back; “No Mum! I told you, I’m going out with Jacob tonight!” There was a brief silence from downstairs, before her mother shouted back; “Ok dear, just make sure you eat something please.” The response filtered through a cacophony of clattering pots and pans from the kitchen. “I will mum!” shouted Chloe, before closing her bedroom door. Chloe went back to the dresser and picked up her phone again. ‘Six-forty, and still nothing from Jacob. Maybe I should text him, to double check we’re still on,’ she thought, feeling anxiety and paranoia begin to creep in. Chloe hovered her thumb over the screen for a moment, before quickly tapping out a message. CHLOE: “Heyy jst wanted to check we’re still on 4 tonite. Cant w8 2 c U! xxxx” SEND. Chloe sat anxiously at the dresser, waiting for Jacob’s response. She tapped her foot nervously as she opened WhatsApp to check if Jacob had seen the message. Still on grey. Chloe’s mind began to wander. ‘What if he changed his mind? What if it’s a mean joke?’ Chloe took a deep breath and tried to relax herself. She opened Instagram and browsed through some ABDL posts, attempting to distract herself from the negative thoughts. She quickly found herself going back to WhatsApp, to check her message again. ‘Maybe he didn’t see it because he’s getting ready? Unless.... he thinks I’m weird after what happened on the bus?? Oh god...’ Suddenly, Chloe’s phone pinged. She snapped to attention, and realising it was a message from Jacob, almost dropped her phone in her haste to read it. JACOB: “Hi Chlo, yeah still on. Can’t wait. See U soon x” Chloe breathed an enormous sigh of relief and took one last look at herself in the mirror. ‘How could he resist this?’ she thought, giving a little twirl and sticking out her bum, to admire her figure in the little black dress she was wearing. Chloe turned out the light, closed the bedroom door behind her and quickly made her way downstairs and into the kitchen to say goodbye to her mother. “You’re not going out like that, are you Chloe? You’ll catch a cold!” Her mother said, stirring a pot of bolognese sauce with one hand and holding a glass of white wine in the other. Chloe ignored her and frantically looked around by the kitchen door. “Mum? Have you seen my shoes?” she said, walking back into the hallway in search of them. “Chloe? Did you hear me? You’d better wear a coat, it’s raining out there. The last thing you need is a cold right before you go back to University” her mother responded. “My shoes Mum! Have you seen them? I need to go!” Chloe replied, moving into the living room to continue her search. “Who are you going to meet? You’re off to see Lucy?” her mother responded, half focused on the TV game show that was blaring from the corner of the room. “I told you Mum! I’m going to see Jacob!” Chloe shouted, running back up the stairs. “Who’s Jacob?.... A boy?” her mother called back. The sound of thudding and banging played across the kitchen ceiling, as Chloe continued to search for her shoes. Her mother sipped her wine and tasted the bolognese sauce, before adding a little salt. A moment later and Chloe came running back down the stairs and into the kitchen again, shoe’s in hand. She sat at the kitchen table and frantically fiddled with the straps, wrapping them around her foot and tying them neatly. “Your coat, Chloe” Her mother said calmly, looking away from the TV. “Yes Mum.” Chloe sighed, getting to her feet and grabbing her black, faux fur lined coat from the hallway. “And who’s Jacob?” her mother called through. “Just a friend” Chloe called back, as she zipped up the front of her coat. Chloe stepped back into the kitchen and picked up her bag from the table. She quickly rummaged through to check she had her keys, before dropping her phone inside and pulling the strap over one shoulder. “You won’t be back too late will you sweetie?” her mother asked, with a pleading look in her eyes. “Not too late.” Chloe said, with a smile. “Ok, well have fun and be sensible” said her mother, holding her arms open to give the girl a hug. Chloe stepped over and hugged her mum goodbye, before stepping back, giving her a big smile and walking over to the kitchen door. “Take care sweetie, love you” her mother said, giving a big smile in return. “Ok, bye Mum, love you too,” Chloe said, before stepping outside into the drizzly rain and making her way down the path and onto the dark wet pavement of the quiet suburban street. As she walked, Chloe pulled the hood of her coat up to cover her head. She bowed her head a little as the drizzle spattered across her coat, blown in from the gusty wind. Not wanting to spend any longer than necessary out in the grim January weather, Chloe marched quickly to the end of the road, and took cover under the bus shelter. While she waited for her bus, she pulled down her hood and rummaged through her bag to look for her purse. After a short wait, the bus arrived and Chloe bordered. She paid the driver and took a quick look down the bus for a seat. She saw a handful of gloomy looking people, sporadically seated around the bus. Chloe wobbled a little on her feet, as the bus pulled away, and she quickly made her way down to her usual seat, at the back. Chloe pulled out her phone and opened WhatsApp. CHLOE: “On my way now will b 10mins xxxxx” Feeling excited, Chloe smiled and gazed out of the window. She watched street lights, cars, and Friday night revellers pass by. As she stared, she began to fantasise about what sort of things a future with Jacob might have in store for her. ‘I need to find out what he really thought about what happened on the bus last time’ she thought to herself, bringing her finger to her lips in contemplation. ‘Did he really mean it, when he said he thought it was cute? How cute? Is he secretly into ABDL? Or did he just say it to make me feel better?... I really hope he meant it,’ she thought, as she subconsciously made a mental note of where the bus was on its route. ‘How could I test him? Tell him outright? Subtly mention wearing nappies somehow? Maybe have a little accident to see if he wants to punish me... No that’s silly Chloe, that’s too much,’ she told herself, as she realised her stop was now approaching. Chloe leaned forward and pressed the button. A flashback of her top riding up to reveal the waistband of a nappy played intrusively through her mind. Feeling a little flustered by the thought, Chloe cleared her throat, stood up and instinctively adjusted the hem of her coat, before shakily walking down the aisle of the moving bus to wait at the door. The bus pulled in at the stop, just across from the pub. Chloe thanked the driver and hopped off, pulling her hood up to keep the drizzle off. She anxiously waited for an opportunity to cross the road, before hurrying between the traffic, out of the wet and into the warmth of the busy town pub. Chloe nervously looked up and down as she made her way inside, past groups of revellers and lone drinkers. She slowly walked along the traditional burgundy patterned carpet, towards the bar. ‘Where is he?’ she thought anxiously, reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone. One missed call from Jacob and a message. Chloe’s heart was filled with dread as she opened the message. ‘Please don’t say you’re not coming’ she thought, as she took a seat on a nearby stool and scanned over the text message. JACOB: “Hi Clo, soz running late. B there in 10. Jacob x” ‘Oh, he’s just late. Nothing to worry about’ Chloe thought, as a wave of relief washed over her. From her seat, Chloe could see from one end of the bar to the other. Seven O’clock on a Friday night and it was beginning to get busy. The background chatter sounded like a dull roar, with the occasional cheer, or errant laugh making itself heard. Chloe looked towards the bar, which was already starting to look crowded. She contemplated getting herself a drink while she waited. ‘Maybe I should wait until he arrives,’ she thought, pulling out her phone to check the time. Chloe looked up and caught a view of her reflection in the dark window beside her. She put her phone on the table, took off her coat and briefly checked her appearance in the window. She sighed impatiently and picked up her phone again. ‘It’s been ten minutes already... where is he?’ she thought anxiously, watching groups of young friends laughing and joking at the surrounding tables. Growing impatient, paranoia and doubt entered Chloe’s mind. She gazed around at all the people appearing to have a good time and her mind wandered. ‘What if he’s not coming? What if it’s an elaborate practical joke? What if he’s laughing at me with his friends! Laughing at the girl who was wearing a nappy on the bus...’ Suddenly, Chloe’s train of thought was interrupted. “Sorry I’m late,” came a familiar voice.

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(edit) It's been a while! But I finally finished writing my story 'Emily's Punishment' and it's been released as an ebook for Kindle Seriously can't believe it's been 2 years since I started it ? The story follows the relationship between a young girl and her boyfriend. What starts with a humiliating punishment for wetting herself, slowly becomes something she longs for, as she spends more and more time being babied and cared for... PART 1 Emily was getting ready to leave the office for the day. It was a warm Friday afternoon in mid July and it had been a long and uneventful week of work. As she shut down her computer and checked she had all her things, Emily thought about her plans for the evening. She’d nip into the pub, to make a brief appearance at a colleges leaving do and then catch the bus over to her boyfriends for dinner, movie and snuggles. A standard Friday night, just the way she liked it. Emily entered the busy pub and briefly looked about for her co-workers, before catching the eye of Sally from HR. She took an empty seat next to Sally and was instantly greeted by Bill from accounting. Bill placed two large cocktails on the table in front of her, loudly announcing ‘it’s happy hour Em! Drink up!’ ‘Great!’, thought Emily, ‘so much for a quick drink before catching the bus’ Emily sipped her first drink while casually chatting with Sally about office politics. Deep into conversation, she barely noticed how easily the first drink had gone down, and how the second one went down even more easily. Checking the time, Emily realised she only had a few minutes to catch the bus. She made her goodbyes and quickly left. Hurrying to the bus stop, Emily was starting notice an increasing pressure in her bladder, which seemed intensify with each step. Arriving at the busy bus stop, there was no sign of the bus. Emily sat down on the bench, crossed her legs and waited. She checked her phone. ‘Hmf, it’s 10 minutes late already. Where the hell is it?!’ she thought to herself, leaning forward and crossing her legs a little tighter. ‘If it takes much longer, this is going to become an emergency’. Emily was starting to lightly rock back and forth, shaking her foot in an agitated motion, when, all of a sudden, the bus arrived. Emily presented her ticket to the somewhat elderly driver, who seemed to take an eternity to check the validation of the ticket, before making her way to an empty seat at the back of the bus. The bus pulled away and Emily felt slightly relived that she’d soon be at her boyfriend’s and able to use his toilet, but almost as soon as she had that thought, the bus came to a halt in the rush hour traffic... ‘I’m in trouble’ Emily thought to herself nervously. Twenty minutes had passed with barely any movement in the traffic. By now, Emily had given up trying to look discreet and was now leaning forward with her legs under her seat and her hands pressing firmly against her crotch. She was gently rocking back and forth and looking about her desperately for some kind of solution. ‘I can hold it, I can hold it, I can hold it’ she repeated in her head, like some desperate mantra. ‘I’m 26 years old. Far too old to be having accidents’ she thought. Finally the traffic began to clear, and Emily felt another wave of relief, quickly followed by something else. As she briefly let down her guard, a sudden, short hot spurt escaped from between her legs, instantly soaking into her underwear and spreading, creating a small wet patch in the cotton fabric between her legs. ‘Oh no, please don’t let it be noticeable’ She thought, desperately feeling under her butt to check for a wet patch. To her relief, everything felt dry and more importantly, inconspicuous to the casual observer. But Emily knew it wouldn’t be long before her situation was much more desperate. She gazed out of the window, fidgeting and shifting her weight about like a little girl waiting for permission to go to the toilet. As she gazed, she tried to figure out the best way to resolve her situation. It was 3 more stops and a 5 minute walk to her boyfriend’s and the traffic was now starting to move freely. Emily contemplated jumping off at the next stop and searching for a public bathroom or a pub to quickly nip into. She thought about what a relief it would be to let the pressure off her bladder and how much happier she would feel… but then she considered having to fight her way through the packed bus to the front, only to have to wander for an unknown period of time, looking for a suitable place to go for a wee. ‘No’! she thought. ‘It’s not far now and I can hold it. I’m not a baby, I’m a grown woman!’. Emily sat and fidgeted and crossed her legs and tapped her foot and bit her nails for what seemed like forever. Finally Emily’s stop was approaching and it was time to make her way to the door. She slowly and carefully stood up. Without wanting to draw attention to herself, she calmly manoeuvred herself past her fellow passengers and to the door. She stood waiting impatiently for her stop, while subconsciously pressing her knees together and occasionally pressing her hand against her crotch. Emily knew she’d make it and everything would be ok. The bus stopped, Emily thanked the driver and hopped off as quick as she could, then began walking with great pace. Every step she made bought her closer and closer to the bathroom, but unfortunately at the same time, made her desperation feel more and more intense. As she walked she felt less and less able to compose herself. ‘I can do this’ she thought over and over and over to herself. All of a sudden, about 2 minutes from her boyfriend’s flat, Emily felt another short little spurt of pee. She tried to ignore it and keep walking, but it was quickly followed by another slightly longer one. Emily kept walking. She felt a trickle run all the way down her inner thigh, tickling her as it went, before stopping just below her knee. ‘Must keep going’ she thought to herself. Step after step brought her closer and closer to her destination. But with every few steps, another little spurt and another little trickle. As B tried to hurry up the steps to her boyfriend’s the trickles were starting to turn into little flows. She made it to the front door, rang the bell and knocked frantically… Nothing. ‘ Where the hell are you? What are you doing??’ she thought, desperately. By this point, the spurts and trickles were become more and more frequent. Emily was painfully aware of how damp her knickers had become and how wet her legs were starting to feel. Another warm trickle snaked its way down her leg, soaking into the fabric of her sock. "Pleases answer the door, for god sake", she muttered under her breath. Emily was now blatantly doing the potty dance and there was no point trying to hide it. She looked around frantically to see two young girls pass and giggle at her. Emily flushed red with embarrassment, but it didn’t help her situation. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, pressed her hand firmly into her crotch and squeezed her knees together. Finally, she heard the latch of the front door turning as her boyfriend opened the door. The door opened and before a word was said, Emily looked him in the eyes before looking back down at her feet and watching as a puddle started to form. Her boyfriend stared in disbelief as Emily stood there and completely wet herself in the doorway to his flat. It was a steady stream, running down each of her legs, soaking into her socks and down into her shoes. It felt warm and relieving but unbelievably humiliating at the same time. Emily just couldn’t stop herself. She felt the pee fill her shoes until they overflowed. Her legs were now soaking wet and the puddle was huge. All she could do was stand and occasionally glance up at his face, before looking down at the floor again. When it was finally over, she looked up at her boyfriend and mumbled, “I’m sorry” An overwhelming feeling of helplessness overcame her as she stood there feeling exposed and humiliated. Emily just stood there waiting for something to happen. She usually felt in control, but all of a sudden the rug had been pulled from under her. She didn’t know what to do, other than wait for her boyfriend to do something. After what has felt like an eternity, he spoke. “Get in the flat Emily, before someone sees, you for god sake”. And with that, he grabbed her hand and pulled a now tearful and humiliated girl, into his flat and slammed the door. He led her through to the living room and turned her around to inspect the damage. “Honestly Emily? Again?”, he said sharply. Emily was briefly reminded of an embarrassing incident 2 weeks prior, where she’d wet her boyfriends bed after a heavy night out… but this paled in significance, compared to what had just happened. She just stood there, still too humiliated to talk properly. Her boyfriend led her over to the corner and lifted her skirt. “Absolutely soaking! You can stand there in the corner and think about what you’ve done, while I go and clean up the mess you’ve made. I honestly can’t believe you!” and with that, he spun her round to face the corner and walked away to look for the mop and bucket. “Don’t you dare move” he shouted from the other room. Emily wanted to speak up and tell him to stop treating her like a child, but she still felt too mortified from what had just happened. So she just stood there, feeling a mix of anger, embarrassment and helplessness. After 15 minutes or so, Emily’s boyfriend returned. “Ok Emily” he said, “I think we’re going to have to take some precautions while you’re staying over”. Emily looked at him blankly. “What do you mean?” she said, sheepishly. “Emily, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Hell, it’s not even the second time! While I was cleaning up after you I had time to think and make a decision I’ve been thinking about for a while. “What decision?” asked Emily, nervously? “ Emily. You keep acting like a baby, involuntarily it seems… so I have no choice but to treat you like a baby. Like the baby you keep behaving as”. Before she could respond, he grabbed her hand and led her swiftly through to the bedroom. “NO!” Emily protested, as she tried to struggle. “You’ve bought this on yourself Emily” he said as he led her over to the bed and pushed her down. Emily sat on the edge of bed, wondering what he had in store for her. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again! I promise!” She pleaded, watching him open the wardrobe and start rummaging in the bottom for something. “No it definitely won’t happen again young lady” he replied. Hearing this, Emily suddenly felt very nervous about what he might be looking for. “Please! I’m not a baby, you don’t need to punish me”. He stood up and turned to face her. “No, it’s too late for pleading. Now be a good girl and lie down so we can get you clean and changed” Emily didn’t hear what he said. Her focus was entirely on what was in her boyfriend’s hand. A full pack of adult nappies. Emily stared in disbelief as she felt her cheeks flush red. She wanted to protest, but part of her felt excited and curious. She watched him open the pack and slowly slide out a white nappy, with cartoon teddies and bunnies around the waistband. It looked so babyish. He started to unfold the nappy and walk over to her. “No!” She suddenly yelped, and crossed her legs. “I don’t want to wear it”. He looked at her disapprovingly and calmly said “Be a good girl, or you’ll get a spanking as well”... PART 2 Emily looked at him pleadingly. “Please! I’ll be good, just don’t make me wear a nappy! I swear I don’t need it! Just give me a chance to show you I don’t need it. Please!” Emily continued to squirm and keep her legs firmly shut. “Emily!” he said, in an authoritative tone. “It’s come to this after because it’s not the first time you’ve done this sort of thing”. Emily briefly cast her mind back to 3 weeks ago, when she’d come home after a night of drinking and peed the bed. Her mind raced and her cheeks felt flushed. He continued; “As far as I’m concerned, you’ve had your chance to show me you don’t need to be in nappies, and now you’ve shown me that you do. So stop complaining and struggling and accept it. You have no choice in the matter”. Emily cried out in desperation “Noooooo! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!” but her cries fell on deaf ears. Her boyfriend gave her a sharp, stinging smack across her left buttock, which momentarily shocked Emily into submission. Before she could process what had happened, he’d whipped the nappy under her butt and pulled her legs apart, holding them in place to stop her from struggling. “Emily! I won’t tell you again” he warned. “If you continue to fight against me, I’ll restrain you and leave you to calm down. It’s as simple as that”. Emily settled momentarily, not wanting to be punished further. She lay there, arms folded, and cooperated. She felt a cold sensation of a baby wipe around her thighs and her tummy and then around her butt and pussy. It felt cold and she instinctively wanted to cross her legs, but at the same time she was becoming increasingly aroused by the sensation. Of course she knew she could never let him know. She refused to give him the satisfaction. Then she smelled a familiar smell, and a light tickling sensation all around her groin. It was baby powder! Emily’s cheeks flushed red once again with embarrassment. The humiliation of the situation was all getting too much for her. She couldn’t take it anymore and once again struggled and crossed her legs. “Noooo!” She cried. “I don’t want to wear a nappy!” Her boyfriend looked at her, with a disappointed frown. “Ok Emily, clearly we have to do this the hard way”. He went back over to the cupboard and took out a set of cuff restraints. Before Emily could kick up another fuss, he flipped her over and gave her 5 hard swots on her bare bottom. “That’s for continuing to be disobedient, you naughty little girl”. The effect of this spanking was enough to subdue Emily, enough that he could fit her and ankles and wrists into the restraints and secure them to the bedposts. “Now, let’s try again, and this time we’ll have no more struggling. Do you understand?” Emily huffed and looked away, as he finished applying the baby powder and gently massaging it around her butt and her pussy. Then he took the front of the nappy and pulled it up tight between her legs, pulling it all the way up to her belly. Emily tried to close her legs again, but the restraints prevented her from doing so. All she could do was lie there, humiliated as he pulled in each side of the nappy and firmly taped it up securely. Then he ran his finger around the leg cuffs and gave her a gentle kiss above her belly button. “There we go, doesn’t that feel better now? Baby Emily”. Part 3 “Now!” he said in an authoritative tone. “I think someone needs to calm down and take a nap” “But I’m not tired!” Emily protested “Ok Emily, let’s get one thing clear. You are a baby for the remainder of today. You do not talk back, you do not protest and you most certainly do not make the decisions. When I say it’s nap time, it’s nap time. You’ll stay where I put you until I decide you’re ready to move. Understood?” Emily gazed at him blankly, as the reality of her situation began to sink in. She thought about objecting, but soon realised there’d be no point. After all, it hadn’t helped her situation so far. She decided that he’d probably just make her take a nap for half an hour or so, and then this would all be over and she could get back to the normal night they had originally planned. As grown adults. “Yes, I understand” she said sheepishly. He then produced an oversized pink dummy and held it to her mouth. “Here, take this baby, it’ll help you relax to sleep” Emily did as she was told and was surprised to find the dummy quite comforting, all be it in a strange sort of way. As humiliated as she felt by her predicament, she couldn’t help feeling a strange sense of security creeping in. He pulled back the covers on the bed and helped Emily in, tucking her in tight and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Daddy will come and get you when nap time is over” he said softly, before switching out the light and closing the door. Emily lay there, wondering how long she’d have to stay like this. She looked around the room, noticing the daylight creeping in from the sides of the blinds. She shifted about in bed, hearing the crinkle of her nappy between her legs. ‘This is so stupid,’ she thought. ‘How am I supposed to sleep like this?’ Emily put her hand down and felt the nappy, running her hand over the tapes and pressing between her legs to feel how padded she was. She lay there reflecting back on the evening’s events, replaying her little accident over and over in her mind. After a short while, Emily began to feel a little sleepy and began to doze. But before she could drift away into sleep, a familiar feeling started to play on her mind. A slowly, but steadily growing sensation. She shifted about and rolled onto her side for a while, before shifting onto her back again. ‘Oh no’, she thought ‘I need a wee’ Emily thought about crying out to her boyfriend for help, but wasn’t convinced he’d let her use the toilet, given the way he’d already treated her that evening. Besides, she really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of asking for his help over such a silly thing. She lay there, tossing and turning and feeling the pressure slowly grow in her tummy. She crossed her legs and uncrossed them and clutched at her crotch, trying not to think about it. She hoped he’d come and end this silly punishment soon, but with every minute that went by, she felt that it was becoming less and less likely. ‘I’m not doing this’, she thought ‘I’m not a baby! I’m not a baby! I’m NOT a baby! I’m a grown woman! I will not be forced into wetting nappies’ Emily had decided enough was enough. She was going to take charge of her situation. She slowly pulled back the covers, exposing her diapered lower half. As quietly as she could, she got up and slowly crept across the room. She caught a glimpse of herself in the dressing mirror and couldn’t help taking a second glance, seeing herself naked in just a nappy, dummy still in her mouth. She was momentarily captivated, as if in a trance... suddenly she shook her head and came to her senses, throwing the dummy onto the bed and continuing to sneak towards the bedroom door. Emily peered out and looked down the hallway towards the bathroom. ‘Good! all clear’ She crept down the hallway, hearing the TV blaring from the living room. ‘Good, He must be watching the telly’, she thought. I’ll just slip in, take off this ridiculous nappy, use the toilet and sneak back into bed’ Emily approached the bathroom door and quietly pulled down on the handle. She held her breath and pulled the door. Nothing happened ‘It’s LOCKED!’ she screamed in her mind Emily began to feel panicked. She wished she’d just stayed put and waited for him to come and get her. Now she had to get back and hope he wouldn’t notice she’d been out of bed. She turned to go back to the bedroom, looked up and saw him. He was stood in the middle of the hallway, arms folded, watching her. “What do you think you’re doing Emily?” he said sternly “Um, I, Ummm, I was just um” Emily stammered “You were trying to go to the bathroom weren’t you?”, he said. “Well you didn’t try very hard when you wet yourself all over the doorway did you? But now you think you can just go to the bathroom, after I’ve expressly told you not to move until I come and get you?” “I just... um I just wanted to” She stuttered He walked right up to her and grabbed her hand. “It’s staying locked, because babies like you are too little to use the toilet”, he snapped. “I was going to come get you and give you a chance to apologise and end your punishment, but you’ve just proven to me that you’re not sorry. So the punishment will continue.” He pulled her hand and led her straight back to the bedroom. “Pleeeeeease”, said Emily “ I really need to go to the toilet” He said nothing. He pushed her back down onto the bed, before walking down to the end, where she noticed two pink cuff restraints attached to the bed, which were usually used for kinky sex. However, this time their use would be a little different. He fastened the cuffs around her ankles, preventing her from crossing her legs or putting them together. Then he walked around to the top of the bed to restrain her arms. “Please”, said Emily in despair “I don’t need this” “Clearly you do Emily”, he replied. “You’ve just proven to me that you can’t be trusted to do as you’re told. I’m sorry we have to resort to this, but you’ve bought it on yourself” She didn’t bother to resist, as he fastened each of her wrists into the restraints. “Maybe this will teach you not to be so disobedient” He put the dummy back in Emily’s mouth, before walking out, closing the door behind him and locking it. By now, the need to pee was almost overwhelming for Emily. She struggled against her restraints and tried to move into a more comfortable position, but it was no use as the cuffs kept her from rolling off her back. She shifted and squirmed, determined not to wet herself. After 15 minutes or so, Emily managed to slide her left hand loose from the cuff. She felt against her right hand to try to free herself. She felt all around it and realised she’d need a key to undo the restraint. ‘This is useless’ she thought to herself Unable to use her left hand to free herself, she instinctively put it in the only other place that could make the situation any better. She pressed it hard between her legs, desperately trying not to pee. She rubbed and grabbed at her crotch in desperation, hearing her nappy crinkle between her legs, feeling the plastic and padding beneath her fingers. It didn’t really do a lot to help and it wasn’t long before she felt that familiar feeling again. The same as she’d felt on the bus hours before. A sudden short squirt of pee, followed by another, slightly longer one. ‘Oh no, oh no! This can’t be happening! Oh no! It’s happening oh god!’ Emily’s heart was pounding, she felt hot and short of breath. She was sure she was blushing, feeling so humiliated. She clenched her pelvic muscles and held her hand tight into her crotch, but it didn’t help as one spurt of pee followed another, totally out of her control. She tried, but she knew she was about to lose control. Suddenly she felt a big spurt of pee, much longer than the little squirts before. She heard a muffled hiss and her nappy grew hot under her hand as it began to swell between her legs, making it even more restricting. Emily felt mortified. She knew she couldn’t hide what had happened. Still desperate to pee, she gave one last attempt to shake off the restraints, but all the moving simply bought on another wave of pee. She thought it’d just stop again like the others, but this time she was unable to control it. She just lay there, on her back softly sobbing as she peed totally without control. She heard the muffled hiss crescendo as she released the pressure and peed with more and more intensity. She felt her nappy swell and swell between her legs, with the hot wetness creeping all up her backside and then slowly spreading up the front too. ‘I can’t stop, I can’t stop! When’s it going to end?’, she thought. ‘How much is this thing even going to hold?’ Emily lay there peeing uncontrollably for a good 30 seconds, until she finally stopped. She looked under the covers to inspect the damage. Her nappy seemed to have almost doubled in size, with a huge wet patch spreading all up the front, almost to the top of her nappy. To Emily’s horror, there was a large wet patch on the bed too, around her bottom. If there was any chance of getting out of this situation without totally humiliating herself, Emily had certainly not succeeded in finding it. Emily put her hand down between her legs to feel how wet she was. She was out of breath, shaky, and full of adrenaline. But she also realised she felt excited from the experience. She felt overwhelming relief, despite all her other emotions. She felt her nappy and pressed her free hand between her legs. To her surprise and embarrassment, she kind of liked how she felt. She rubbed a little and gyrated her hips, making her pussy rub against the hot swollen nappy. She didn’t kind of like... she really liked it... PART 4 As Emily lay there, deeper feelings of shame and humiliation began to rise in her. ‘Why do I feel like this?’, she thought to herself. ‘This is wrong, I shouldn’t be feeling excited by this. Maybe it’s a one off? Maybe I’m unwell and not feeling myself?. It’s disgusting! Why on earth would I enjoy this? ’ Emily suddenly realised she’d been gently rocking her hips, feeling the weight and warmth of the nappy against her pussy. She suddenly forced herself to stop. ‘No! I’m not enjoying this! It feels disgusting and humiliating’ she thought to herself. Emily pulled her free hand away from her crotch and hopelessly tried to push it back into the cuff restraint. She thought that her boyfriend probably wouldn’t be best pleased if he thought she’d been trying to escape again. Although there was a part of her that felt excited at the thought of being further punished. Not that she wanted to acknowledge that feeling. Emily lay there, breathing heavily, with the constant urge to gyrate her hips and press her hand between her legs. She lay there for what felt like an eternity, until she heard the sound of a key turning in the door. Instantly, all Emily’s feelings of excitement and sexual frustration dissolved and were replaced by an overwhelming fear of being found in a soaking wet nappy and bed. ‘Oh god, please don’t let him know what I’ve done’, she thought. Emily wriggled about, to keep the covers over her, hiding the wet patch under her butt. She shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Maybe it would buy her a little time to somehow improve her situation and the coming humiliation. The door slowly opened and Emily saw the silhouette of her boyfriend, standing in the doorway. “Emily?” he said in a hushed tone. “Are you awake, baby?” He quietly crept over to the bed and looked down at his girlfriend lying there with her eyes shut, calmly suckling on her dummy. He looked her up and down and gently stroked her hair. “Ok little princess, Daddy will let you sleep” He crept back towards the door, and looked back at his little girl. Then he noticed it. Emily’s hand was not in the restraint. “Emily!” He said in a stern tone. “Emily, I know you’re awake, so you can stop pretending” Emily felt her heart sink into her stomach. She tried to respond, but couldn’t get her words out. She felt mortified at the humiliation that was coming. She knew he was going to pull back the bed covers and expose her, proving what a baby she was. Emily kept her eyes shut tight and hoped he would just go away. “Emily, your hand is not where I put it” ‘Oh crap!’ she thought, and tried to push it back into the restraint. “Stop being silly Emily, I can see you.” He marched over to her, grabbed her hand and forcibly put it back into the cuff, doing it up tightly to prevent her from wriggling free again. He then went around each of the restraints to ensure they were all done up securely. By now Emily was certain he was about to find out she’d wet her nappy, but to her surprise and relief, he walked out of the room without saying anything, leaving the door wide open behind him. ‘Ok, that’s weird’, She thought. ‘Why did he leave the door open? why did he just walk out?’ And as she lay there pondering, he returned, holding a pink oversized baby bottle with a rubber top. “Come on Emily, wake up. It’s time for your bottle. You must be thirsty after your nap” ‘Noooo not this’ she thought ‘Is this my punishment? Is he messing with me?’ She dropped the dummy from her mouth and mustered the courage to open her eyes and respond. “I’m not thirsty”, she timidly announced. “Emily, you’re going to drink all of this and then you’re going to drink another one. You’re a baby and you need to do what the grown-up says” At this point, Emily had just two thoughts. The first was; ‘If I drink all of that, it’s not going to be long before I need a wee again’ And the second was; ‘Please god, don’t let him pull back the bed sheets’ The fear of being caught for wetting the bed outweighed the fear of what would happen after she drank the bottles, and hoping he would just go away quickly if she cooperated, Emily sheepishly said “Ok, maybe I’m a little thirsty” “Well I wasn’t asking, I was telling” he said, as he set down on the edge of the bed beside her. “Ok baby, be a good little girl and drink it all up for Daddy” Emily felt humiliated, being talked to like this, but she did as she was told and gulped all of the water down, as he held the bottle to her mouth. When she was finished, he said “good girl”, and stood up to refill the bottle. Emily shifted about in her restraints, trying to make herself a little more comfortable. She felt her nappy chafe around her thighs and became aware that the wet patch on the bed was feeling cold and uncomfortable. He returned with another full bottle and sat down on the edge of the bed again. “Drink up princess, every last drop” Emily drank far more slowly this time, struggling to finish the bottle. When she eventually finished, he said “good girl” again, and Emily felt an odd sense of achievement. Almost as if she wanted to make him proud. Then she remembered she was still supposed to be angry at him for punishing her, and made a little pout. He picked up her dummy and put it back in her mouth. “Nobody likes a brat Emily”, he said, as he stood up. “Now, you can lie there for a while and think about how it feels to be in restraints, like you should have done when I first put you down for your nap. Just think, if you’d just taken your punishment like a good girl, you’d have your adult clothes back, your toilet privileges and your freedom right now. Instead, you’ve kept yourself in this ridiculous situation. This is entirely of your own making Emily. You’ve done this to yourself” Emily just lay there, staring at him with wide eyes. She had nothing to say for herself. “Now, I’m going to the other room to do some work. I don’t want any more nonsense from you tonight. You stay here until I come and get you. I don’t care if you’re bored or uncomfortable or need the toilet. You stay until I return. Is that clear?” Emily nodded her head, silently. “Good” he said. “I’ll be back later to check on that nappy. If you can display a little self control and keep dry, maybe I’ll let you use the toilet like an adult” And with that, he closed the door and locked it again. ‘Oh god’ Emily thought. ‘I’m such a baby. He didn’t even think I could have wet myself already. What am I going to do now? How long do I have to stay here?’ Once again, Emily began to rock her hips and shift her legs about, feeling the warm squishy padding between her legs and against her pussy ‘Stop it! You dirty girl’ She thought ‘It’s disgusting’ Emily just lay there. There was nothing to do but think about her predicament. She desperately wanted to touch herself and the fact that there was nothing to do but think about that, made her crazy. ‘Is this what he intended? Did he know I’d feel excited? Maybe it’s not my fault?’ Emily’s mind was awash with questions. But slowly her focus began to shift from confused feelings of sexual excitement, to a growing pressure in her bladder. Emily shifted about in the bed, trying to keep the pressure off her bladder. ‘I HAVE to hold it this time, maybe if I do, he’ll let me go to the toilet’, she thought, forgetting he’d probably be cross that she’d already wet herself once already. Emily fought against her restraints, trying to push her legs together, trying to move her hands to her crotch. It was no use. Emily was in no position to put up a struggle. She waited and waited for him to return. She wanted to call out to ask for help, but remembered what he’d already said about returning when he’s ready. Emily felt so uncomfortable, as she shifted and wriggled, uncontrollably shacking her foot with anxious frustration. ‘Maybe if I just let a tiny amount out, it’ll help relieve the pressure’, she thought. And with that, a tiny spurt escaped. Emily instantly realised it was a bad idea, when she felt the warmth trickle around her butt and leak out onto the bed. Oh god! She thought, realising her nappy was so saturated already, that it wasn’t going to absorb anything whatsoever, if she we it again. ‘I have to hold it, I have to hold it, I HAVE to hold it’ But it was no use. After a few more minutes, there was another leak. More of a flow with a controlled stop this time. But it was enough to snake around her hips and leak up out of the waistband at the back of her nappy. ‘Ewwwww! That feels wet! I can’t believe this is happening!’ A few minutes later and another longer flow of pee, lasting a few seconds. This time she felt if leak out around the backs of her legs and more from the back of her nappy. This was closely followed by another one, which further leaked into bed sheets and added to the expanding wet patch beneath her. Emily’s cheeks flushed red as she released a series of short uncontrolled spurts, followed by a complete release. Emily could not control it and she could not stop it no matter how much she wanted to. She was openly wetting herself like a helpless baby. As she lay flat on her back, Emily could feel the hot pee flowing all around her hips and up her bum. It was flowing freely over the top of the back waistband and soaking up her back and hair. She felt it flowing out around the now useless leg guards around her thighs and even spilling out over the front waistband, onto her belly. It was everywhere, all over the bed, up her back and in her hair. Emily was soaked. When it was finally over, she just sobbed quietly, feeling mortified. There was no way in hell she could hide this. She shifted her weight a little, and felt more pee squidge out of her nappy. She could hear the bed sheets squelch under her with every little movement. ‘This is so bad!’ she thought. ‘He’s going to expect me to have maybe had a little accident, and come in to find this!’ Still unable to move or do anything to help her situation, Emily closed her eyes, suckled on her dummy and patiently waited for her boyfriend to inevitably return. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09Z9K1Z9H

Really as long as I can remember I think.Certainly remember trying to sneak nappies when I was about 5 or 6 having younger siblings.

Hi Everybody, Just wanted to say hello. I've briefly visited the chat a couple of times, but will hopefully spend more time there in the future. It's great to have a place to be totally open with people.