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  1. Conversely, sometimes this can be an advantage of first person. Eg I often use first person perspective when I'm writing about a character who's questioning their gender identity, because I can avoid the issue of gendered pronouns that way.
  2. I agree that milestone guidelines can be helpful. Also, there's a lot of parents who post cute videos of their kids on YouTube, so you can try to see if you can find videos that state how old the kid is and look at what kinds of things they're doing/saying. (Although personally it'd kinda weird me out to be searching up stuff like that while I'm actively writing a fetish story, but that's my own issues.)
  3. The results and the link are focused on baby diapers, though. Don't condescend to me and assume that I didn't already extensively Google this question.
  4. Does anyone know of any sources for history of adult diapers before the fifties? I'm writing a story set in the twenties and I can't figure out what diapers would have been available, if any.
  5. Scott I found it hard to focus on my work because I was paranoid about my diaper. Whenever no one was looking, I got into the habit of surreptitiously adjusting my package so I could feel how wet it was. This tactic, along with frequent bathroom breaks, allowed me to avoid leaking, but I was running dangerously low on diapers by lunchtime. I ran home to grab some more diapers, changed at home, and arrived late back to work. In the process, I also had to skip lunch, so I spent the afternoon feeling tired and miserable. When I got home, I immediately ate, took off my work clothes and then sat in front of the TV and tuned out. Carissa wasn’t there - she’d said something about seeing Tanya - so I was on my own for awhile. Carissa When I got back from visiting Tanya, I found Scott relaxing in front of the TV mostly naked, his diaper heavily wet. “Hey, Scott. How was your day?” “Stressful.” He said. “I didn’t bring enough diapers, so I had to get more over lunch, and ended up not having time to eat. Plus, my boss is probably annoyed that I came back late.” “We should probably get a more absorbent brand.” I said. “I’ll see what I can find tomorrow. For now, I figure if you put one of my pads inside the diaper right where you’re going to pee, that would probably help.” “That’s a good idea, but to be honest, I don’t think I was using their full capacity, either. I was kind of paranoid all day about leaks.” Scott said. “Makes sense.” I said. “Speaking of which, looks like you could use a change right now. Want some help?” He gladly agreed, and I jerked him off while changing him. I read up on how to learn lucid dreaming, and came up with a plan. I also ordered higher absorbency diapers online - if my plan worked, Scott would definitely need them. The best strategy for lucid dreaming, from what I read, was a combination of three things. One, getting in the habit of testing whether I was dreaming or awake by setting an alarm to test throughout the day. Two, setting an alarm to wake me in the middle of the night while I was dreaming, doing something that required alertness for 30 minutes, and then trying to go back to sleep. Three, whenever I tried to sleep, telling myself that I would be aware of dreaming because of the sign I’d practiced testing. The problem was that Scott might be awoken by my alarm, so I needed something that wouldn’t wake him. The next day, after work, I went shopping and bought the highest absorbency diapers I could find - not as good as the ones I’d ordered, but better than what I’d bought before, which I now realized was a brand specifically for bedwetting that was more likely to leak if you were moving around. I also asked around for a good alarm to wake me but not my partner, and ended up buying a vibrating alarm watch intended for Deaf people. That night, I killed two birds with one stone and used the time I was awoken by my alarm to undo Scott’s diaper. It was still dry - apparently his incontinence was wearing off right on schedule - so I put a wet wipe on his penis and waited with his diaper open for him to start wetting. When he did, I closed up the diaper, waited for him to finish, and then changed him. It took about a week for my lucid dreaming training to finally pay off.
  6. Have you ever considered that critique that demonstrates that you're actually paying attention to the story and following the plot is encouraging? If you post a story and all you get are "nice story" and "you mispelled X", that's a lot less encouraging than getting feedback that suggests they've actually put enough thought into your story to wonder whether the fact that the Mommy broke her promise was intentional or just writer forgetfulness.
  7. Well, I don't have personal experience with Patreon (and never intend to, given all the horror stories I've heard) but given that I've heard this clam from multiple, unconnected people whose only commonality is writing taboo fetish fiction, I'm inclined to believe it.
  8. Plus, Patreon has also banned people for content that isn't on Patreon. So it's not just playing in their sandbox - they want to dictate how you play in everyone else's sandbox, too.
  9. It's actually more of a sci-fi fantasy hybrid, inspired by the D&D setting Spelljammer, and there's polytheistic gods that created most of the races. The gods tend to like that particular form. There are nonhumanoid sentient races, too, but I don't think the Gynoids would be likely to baby them. If anything, some of them might see those aliens as pets.
  10. I've got a few different ideas. Currently, I'm working on a story from the interstellar slave trade angle, about a member of another species who's been sold to a trade broker and is going to be sold on to the Caretaker Gynoids. I've also considered having a story set in the past about how the Gynoids took over the world. Maybe also a member of the creator race who ends up being freed and is trying to learn all the things they were prevented from learning growing up as a perpetual baby.
  11. Another thing that kills a story for me is babying a character I've projected upon. I'm unusual in this forum in that I'm exclusively Dominant, and have absolutely no interest in wearing or using diapers or being babied. And especially would hate the idea of being forced into it. So, if you have an engaging Dominant figure whose motivations make sense and appeal to me, I'll project upon them, and I'll want them to never be put in the submissive role. I do like Dominants being babied in other contexts, though, because I like role reversal. For example, one of the few Diaper Dimension stories I enjoyed ended up with a nasty, unlikeable bitch of an Amazon using a skin cream designed for Littles out of sheer vanity and getting regressed by it. I enjoyed that. But a big part of why I did was that she had assistants I projected upon who were also Amazons and didn't get regressed, and that brought in the role reversal element with someone becoming Mommy to her former boss. It seems like I'll only enjoy a Dominant getting regressed if I've identified more strongly with another Dominant in the story.
  12. There are humans in the setting, but very far away from this particular region. The story isn't really human-focused at all. However, most of the alien races are humanlike, to about the same degree that fantasy elves, dwarves, etc are humanlike.
  13. Scott Once again, I awoke in a dry diaper. But this time, as I rolled over lazily to look at Carissa sleeping beside me, it occurred to me that I didn’t feel like I needed to pee, either. That was odd. I always needed to pee in the morning, except when I wet myself. Maybe I was dehydrated? I got up and changed, tossing the diaper aside, and headed to the kitchen. There, I made myself drink a full cup of water, and then started making breakfast. I was halfway through making scrambled eggs when I felt my crotch getting wet. I looked down and realized that I was peeing myself. “No, not again!” I cried out, flicked the element off, and started running to the bathroom, desperately trying to stop the flow with my hand. Carissa was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet as I burst in. She looked at me, wide-eyed. “Scott?” She asked, then noticed my wet pants. “Get in the tub. I’ll help you clean up.” Carissa I’d awoken to find Scott already up, and headed to the bathroom. I was having a leisurely morning pee when I heard a cry of dismay from the kitchen, and then Scott burst into the bathroom, wetting his pants. I finished up as he was stripping his wet pants and turning on the shower. I got the mop and cleaned the floor all the way back to the half-cooked scrambled eggs, and then turned the element on and resumed cooking them. So, he’d lost control. The same night I’d messed with his diaper. It wasn’t a fluke, it was me. I’d made this happen. Would he, once again, have no control for two days, and then get it back? I knew I should feel guilty for what I’d done, but it occurred to me then that I didn’t. I felt excited. I relished the thought of him being diapered full-time for the next couple days. I tried thinking of the consequences he’d face at work if he had an accident, the anxiety he’d feel, how sad he was when we had sex that one time, all of the stuff that should have made me feel bad for him, but I just didn’t. All I could think of was how much I liked seeing him in a wet diaper, and how much I liked knowing he needed to wear diapers. Scott I finished showering and put my nighttime diaper back on. Evidently, I couldn’t trust my bladder today. I hadn’t had any dreams, and I’d gone to bed diapered. In fact, I’d awoken in a dry diaper, which didn’t make sense. If I couldn’t control my bladder right now, I should have wet my diaper. Unless I really was dehydrated enough to not need to pee at all - but wouldn’t I be able to feel that? I’d been a little thirsty, but no more than I usually was when I woke up. I headed out to find Carissa dishing out the scrambled eggs. The mop and pail were still out, and the floor was damp where she’d cleaned up my pee. “You OK, Scott?” She asked. I shook my head, pouring myself some juice and grabbing one of the plates. “I don’t know what’s going on. Why is this happening again? I woke up dry.” I said. She shrugged, sitting down across from me. “Did you feel the need to pee at all?” I shook my head. “No, just like before, I felt nothing. I just noticed that my pants were getting wet.” “Any weird dreams?” She asked. “No, nothing.” I said. “I guess I can’t count on the ‘not wearing a diaper to bed’ theory. I wonder how long it’ll last this time?” “I don’t know.” She said. “Are you heading to work today?” I took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I really don't want to go out like this, but my boss is already mad at me for taking too much sick leave." "Screw him." Carissa said. "If he fires you, you can get a new job. Or I could support you." I was seriously tempted. I hated that job, even before all this started happening. But it seemed like a drastic choice to make, and I was nervous. Without Carissa, I'd be in serious trouble if I didn't have a job. And how hard would it be to get a new job? I sighed. "I'd better go." I said. Outside the building, I paused. Could I really do this? I'd gone to work in a diaper before, but then I'd figured it was unlikely I'd need it. Now, I might have already wet my diaper. Could I really work in a wet diaper? I took a deep breath, and headed into the building. Carissa Not feeling guilty felt strange, but liberating. If I wanted to - and I certainly did - I could just keep Scott needing diapers full-time. I'd have to miss out on sleep every few days, but that was a minor price to pay. And if I kept this up, eventually his bladder capacity would decline, and he'd need diapers regardless. But I also wanted Tanya. And I didn't want him to leave because I wanted her. If I could make him dependent on me, he wouldn't leave. If I could make him lose his job, that would help, but he could always find a new job. I remembered my wish that he couldn't change his own diaper. If he couldn't change himself, he couldn't live alone. He couldn't work unless he had someone to change him or no one caring if he leaked. He'd be truly dependent on me. Since Tanya worked from home, once Scott was unemployed, she could start changing him. She probably wouldn’t want to do diaper sex, but she’d definitely be willing to cement her control over him. That could be a good way to convince him to let her live with us. It was a win-win. I'd love to have him dependent, so I could enjoy every diaper change. And he'd never leave if he knew he'd be stuck in a leaky diaper without my help. But how could I make that happen? I went to see Tanya after work. I poured out my desires and my newfound willingness to make them a reality. "Lucid dreaming might work." Tanya said. "It's connected to dreams, right? If we dream something, it becomes reality. If we can control our dreams, we can make them real." It was after that conversation that I decided to have sex with Tanya again.
  14. My favorite are comments that engage with the story itself, rather than just asking when it'll be updated. Eg "the fun thing is that he'll have no idea why he's started wetting again" when I ended on a cliffhanger about someone doing something that would make the MC lose bladder control. Something that shows you're paying attention to the story.
  15. I put notes in Google Docs. Every so often I search up a bunch of Untitled Docs and title them and try to bring some order to them.
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