Pamperbum_uk

I don't really have the stamina to write long, or multi part stories. im just chipping in with small scenes, poking at the edges of the diaper dimension. the stories, so far, have never alluded to what finally happens to littles. Implying a never ending babyhood. Which raises more questions then answers. Are littles passed through the family for generations???? Do they have eternal youth??? i floated the possibility that being babied by amazons is ultimately fatal to littles as one possibility. But not a definite one. Amazons always seem on the prowl to adopt, maybe they go though lots of littles.

Another one of my "scenes". This one is just a possible idea, and not strict "canon". The circle of life: a possible vision from the diaper dimension??? Tommy was 38. He had been Lucy',s little for 15 years. He was far from the figure of the man he had been. He had originally came to the dimension because he had a passion for walking. He wanted to walk some of the biggest peaks in the Amazon world. then Tommy was caught. His walking days were over. Wedged in his high chair, wearing the biggest diaper they amazon world had. Is distended belly poking through over his nappy, and his food smeared bib. Which barely fitted round the fat of his neck. Lucy mixed some expressed breast milk into his oatmeal, and pushed the spoon into his toothless mouth. Smearing a great deal of it on his rotund cheeks. At 12:06pm, tommy's heart gave out. In his last moments this bowels gave out, filling his diaper with brown mush. Tommy was 38, he had been Lucy's little for 15 years. For a little he had had a good innings. Six months later.... Lucy say on the park bench, it was the one she used to push Tommy to in his pram. She like to sit there and think. She would always miss tommy, but he was not the first little she had adopted. he will not be the last. Lucy had to sit down for a few minutes. She needed to calm down, and let her anger settle. She had been minding her own business on the street across the road, when an Inbetweeners had shoved a leaflet in her hands. "Amazon adoption murders littles" bore the title on the pamplet. It was one of those fear mongering conspiracy theorys, rightly considered psudo-sceince. just naughty littles, and Inbetweeners causing mischief.... Like normal. If she could get her hands on one, there'd be some very smacked bottoms. These naughty little tykes kept peddling the theory that adoption was leading to the premature deaths of littles, that Amazon milk , while perfectly ok for Amazon babies, was to rich and fully of unhealthy fat for little. And that a life of being constantly picked up, carried and pushed by Amazon's meant they could never get enough exercise to burn it off. The coroner report ruled Tommy's death was by natural causes, just as Lucy's expected, just as it should be, just like all the other littles she had adopted. The Amazon calmed down after a short while, another one joined her on the bench with her new little. Her benchmate had raised the hem of her shirt, and after a futile struggle her little latched on to her breast. Lucy watched for minutes as the little found its rhythm and took his mother's milk. The soft, round, bundle of flesh. So cute, so close to her flesh . A smile crossed Lucy's face. She knew it was time to try again........

I don't envision an all out attack of the amazons. As I laid out, I see a few discrete raiding parties. my story was meant really to lay out a few questions I had about the diaper dimension. if everything is to scale for a little to be babyfied, how much larger does that make amazon earth? If a little is small enough to fit in the car seat of an amazon car, how much more fossil fuels would it take? How many more natural resources are used in the avarage amazon diaper factory? my story was just an attempt to lay out those kinds of question. There wasn't even going to be a little in the story. It doesn't really need one. But ya know.... it's expected, thay said. Matties not just anyone, is he? The chief scientist on the dimensions as far as the littles are concerned. what would a story about a little task force being sent to extract him look like???

I'm not great a writing long stories. I never seen them through. I'm stick to small "scenes" right now? that said a sequel occurs to me.... so, let's see. i wrote it really to address questions I had about the dimension stories. I'd tried to address without treading on anyone's toes. "do-gooding amazons?" I suppose it's all a matter of opinion. Not quite the take I had on her. no one thinks theyre "evil" do they? If they did, terrible things would never happen....

The gates of amazon county: a scene from the diaper dimension. With the crackle of of electricity and the smell of oxygen iodising, the portal ripped and swirled. The honeydew institute had been built, grown up, around the natural rip between dimensions. Professor Mona Radcliffe look up from here clipboard and began typing data into her computer. The signal her had gotten from the latest batch of drones that has captivated her completely. It was still fascinating to her that the little dimension existed at all. Even though it was one of several, some of which it was even okay for amazons to travel too. Not that they hadn't been attempted amazon landing parties to the world of littles before. But they had always resulted in everyone being crippled by unknown forces. They had always known that only littles existed beyond the portal. A fact the broke her heart just thinking about it. Every piece of data told her something new. The littles version of earth was much smaller, had thinner oxygen, stronger gravity and fewer resources. Because of this life on the planted could only grow to a certain size. The little human had also managed to wipe out any competing hominids. So, no potential amazon race to evolve alongside them. It also meant that littles had stronger bladders then here, few of the older ones didn't even need diapers. The Benefits of stronger gravity meant they could walk without toddling. She could hear the clack of keys as she type each new fact in.... until the sound woke up Mattie. She got up from behind her computer desk, walked to the space at the rear of lab that Mona was using as a nursery. Dr Mathew Johnson, was Mona's opposite number from the littles dimension. He came to the amazon world, from his own, as part of a work trip. Since then he had been adopted by professor Radcliffe. He was currently stood in a crib, holding on to the rails. He was in nothing more then a lilac t-shirt, with a cartoon t-Rex on it which bore the legend "dinorawwww!!!". He was also wearing a sagging discoloured diaper. There was a wet patch on his shirt where he had drooled in his sleep. Mona picked little Mattie from the crib where he had been been grizzling. Mattie had been cranky since being adopted. She held him close to her bosom, in a bid to comfort him. Patting his padded behind, she could tell he was both wet and pooey. With Mattie safely brought down to the foam changing mat on the floor, professor Radcliffe set to work. Loudly ripping the tapes on his diaper. She hummed to herself in a cheery tuneless melody, has she had his leg in her hand and was setting to work with a wet wipe on his bum. Looking down at Mattie was bittersweet for her, she couldn't stop thinking of all those poor defenceless littles on the other earth. No matter. With each new calculation, she was confident she could find away to overcome the problems of amazon travel. How much of her work could she fund selling slots on organised adoption party's to the little dimension? How many littles could she save once she could get amazon across to liberate those poor littles....

From as long as I could remember, I was obsessed with nappies.I was quite obsessed for the first 19 or so years of my life. Then I realised I was trans and in a deep denial. As I put myself in the path towards eventual transition, my nappy obsession has dampened down, somewhat. I only pad myself up if I've been through an experience traumatic enough to need an escape. As a transwoman, I have a strong maternal instinct. I'm wondering if as time goes on wether I'll become more of a "mummy," who also likes to wear nappies from time to time. I would definitely wish I could breast feed, and don't mind poo-poo nappies. I suppose time will tell......

Doubting Thomas and second chance from lilab.com

The lullaby's of fred mollin

Very obsessed with the nappy adverts growing up....

I had an unhealty obsession with nappies as a kid.

Ive had an obsession with nappies, ever since Ive been out of them. The one thing that stoked that obsession, as a child, was the spate of 1980's baby films.

Id like more authentic replicas for over sized accessories......

I wasnt thinking of a parade. If it kept in Sackville park. And it was properly seal off we people on the gate, keeping non ticket holders out.

Laid on the bed, playing with my feet. I can get my legs in the right angle.....

A few years ago i went to Manchester gay pride festival. I often go to their trans pride festival, sparkle, too. The one thing i noticed about the gay pride festival was all the different enclaves. Gay people into rubber, gay people into leather, 'bears'. All given seperate banners in the parade. Manchester's gay village also has separate pride festival for these things. All 'fetish' type things.

My first memory is my dad putting me in a nappy for bed. 1983 (i guess.), i actually know the exact day and time it was though. Because i remember on the tv in the background the uk soap, coronation street had gone off and current affairs show world in action had started. Which puts it at 8:00pm on a monday night. My dad made me get a fresh nappy from the pack in the cupboard under the sink. I toddled back into the living room and stood in front of him as he sat on the sofa. He pulled by pyjama bottoms down and held the nappy in front of him, unfurled. As he tried to get me to walk towards it for a standing change, i peed into it. After id finished he got up to ge another one. This time he had me lay on the carpet for another change, in a more tradtional style. Kneeling in front of me a putting the nappy one me. Then he stood me up and raised my pyjama bottoms over the nappy, giving a swat on my backside as a signel for me to get up to bed. I remember the padding on my behind as i tackled the stairs crawling up them using both my hands and feet.....

Im surprised nobody has make a adult size version of a traditional toddlers potty.....

I spend the first 19 years with obsessive nappy lover/ little tendency, Which only mellowed when i realized i was trans.....

My collection of, what is known, in the uk as retro or cult kids tv is shaping nicely.

Im currently watching a rather splendid dvd. In the uk, there is sometimes a trend towards retro/cult kids dvds. Dvds that have one or two episodes of six or so old uk kids tv shows from the 70's/80's. The one ive been watching is excellent. Two discs, with five old shows.

Scratch that....i was replying to the wrong story..

Sometimes it changes over time. Personally, it used to be a sexual fetish. But its mellowed over time.....

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