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  1. LittleForBig Baby Usagi at the moment.
  2. Are you possibly thinking of "I'll Show You Who's the Baby!" by Sappyolhusky? https://www.deviantart.com/sappyolhusky/art/I-ll-show-you-who-s-a-baby-1-Com-978471271
  3. I believe the first story you're looking for is called "Circumstances". https://d.abdlstories.club/t/circumstances/3212
  4. The soggy feeling is the best part, so I only change when I'm close to leaking.
  5. This is quite the intriguing read, I will say. Very much looking forward to more!
  6. Only once the lock to the room finally clicked behind him did Nathan breath a long sigh of relief. He had been nothing but a ball of nerves ever since he had left the house— no, even before that. Somehow he had managed to keep it together when he had explained to his wife Jean days before that he had a business trip coming up soon and would be gone for the weekend, probably helped by the fact that this was not the first time he had pulled this similar ruse on her and managed to get away with it. He loved Jean, he truly did. They had been married for fourteen blissful years already, and he was more than ready to spend the rest of his life with her, but there were just some times where he just needed to get away for a few days, to just let himself truly… relax. Looking around himself, he eyed the motel room he had rented out for the weekend. It was nothing special, mostly clean, cheap, and far enough away from home that the risk of possibly bumping into someone he knew. It was the kind of motel room you tended to see on all those cop shows, the ones were the balding husband would be absconding away to to have an affair with some hot girl half his age. Having an affair was the last thing on Nathan’s mind though, as his true goal was something far more embarrassing, something that he knew would destroy his life and marriage in an instant if anyone ever found out. Wheeling his suitcase inside, Nathan picked it up and plopped it up onto the bed before unzipping it. Upon open it, he immediately saw all the business clothes he had packed… and quickly tossed them all aside as he revealed the true treasure hidden beneath, ones that took his breath away for a brief moment. Reaching in, Nathan picked up one of the plastic rectangles stashed inside, smiling at the loud crinkling sound it made and the colourful prints adorning what was obviously a very large, very thick, and very infantile looking diaper to anyone with eyes. One far too big to fit anyone other than a full grown adult. A full grown adult like Nathan for example, though he wouldn’t be acting like one for much longer. Within moments, Nathan had stripped himself out of his stuffy adult clothes and carefully powdered and taped the diaper onto himself, his smile extending from ear to ear as the thickness of the diaper pushed his legs apart enough to give him an adorable waddle, which he spent several minutes doing as the room became filled with the sounds of his crinkling bottom. Once that was done, Nathan reached into his bag and pulled out a large purple pacifier, one that he wasted little time in popping into his mouth and sucking on, an barely audible cooing sound emanating from his mouth as he suckled away. Almost done, the last part of his transformation was the cute baby blue onesie he had packed, which he carefully slipped on before doing up the buttons one the butt flap. The buttons actually seemed to struggle against the sheer thickness of Nathan’s diaper, bulging out in such a way that it was very clear what he was wearing underneath. Like flicking a switch, Nathan felt all the stressed that had been building up over the last few weeks begin to melt away, leaving behind a giggling, excited Adult Baby Boy behind. Minutes later, Nathan was seated on the floor, his diapered butt acting as comfortable cushion as he giggled and laughed at cartoons on the motel tv. During a commercial break, he even traded out his Paci for a bottle of warm milk he quickly prepared, which was gone before the next commercial break. Eventually that milk had to go somewhere, so after a few more cartoons, Nathan felt a telltale tingling in his bladder. Without a second though, he let go and flooded his diaper, smiling at the warmth spreading though his diaper. Reaching his hand down, he squished his now soaked diaper beneath his onesie, imagining himself sitting not in a motel room, but in a massive nursery perfectly prepared to take care of his ever need. Uh oh! Looks like someone needs his diapee changed! In his head, Nathan pictured a woman walking up to him and suddenly checking his diaper, distracting him from his cartoons and toys for a moment as he realized how soaked he really was. The woman would smile and coo at him like the loving nanny she was, picking up with ease as she carried him over to the changing table and setting him down atop it. Once his onesie was undone to reveal the state of his soggy diapers, he would giggle as the woman tickled his belly before gently untaping his used diaper and tossing it into the nearby diaper pail to join the many others like it. He would shiver slightly at the feeling of cold wipes sliding across his crotch, but the woman’s smile would pull him back to smiling and giggling. She would then pull out a diaper with similar designs to the one he had just been wearing—They were his favorite, after all!— and slid it under his bottom, adding a generous amount of sweet smelling powder to his crotch before pulling up the front and securely taping him into a cute diaper once more. There, all clean! She would say as she patted his fresh diaper before leaning down and kissing his forehead, causing Nathan to gaze longingly into Jean’s beautiful eyes and smile as she— Like a slap to the face, Nathan snapped out of his fantasy and shook the image from his mind. As much as he wished it was true, he knew his fantasy would always only remain that: a fantasy. Many times he had tried to come clean to her while they were dating, but every time he had chickened out. Now that they were married, Nathan assumed he had missed his chance. He loved her, and he knew she loved him, but whenever he imagined himself finally telling her about this side of him he became filled with terror. Images of her scowling at him in disgust and calling him a “freak” or a “disgusting pervert” filled his mind and only made it clearer to him that he would need to continue keeping this a secret from her to keep his life intact, no matter how much it made him feel like he was betraying her to do so. She can never know. ———————————————— Jean idly turned the page of her book as she sat on the living room couch, occasionally glancing up at the clock to check the time. Nathan had left some time ago, and so she had started reading to help pass the time now that she was alone. Though while on the outside Jean looked calm and collected, on the inside she was a excited mess. She was barely even reading the book in front of her, using it as more of a distraction as her glances up at the clock became more and more frequent as time seemed to pass painfully slow. She wanted nothing more than to just abandon the book altogether and indulge in what she really wanted, but her mind was set on being patient. Just an hour, long enough that she knew Nathan wouldn’t unexpectedly return home to retrieve something he had forgotten. She could wait that long… right? She lasted about forty-five minutes before she couldn’t take it any more. Tossing the book aside, she leapt up from the couch and practically bounded upstairs, making a beeline for the master bedroom and practically ripping the doors of her walk-in closet open. Nathan almost never came in here, and she trusted him not to snoop even if he did, so she knew her secret was safe from him. Still, she had been super careful to stash it all behind several rows of clothes, just in case. After a few moments spent pushing clothes aside, she finally found what she was looking for. A seemingly inconspicuous brown box lay before her, but inside lay her real prize. Popping the box open, she smiled at the sight of the partially open bag of pink plastic rectangles, all neatly packed and ready to be used. Nathan and her didn’t really want kids, so it might be a bit odd to see her with a pack of diapers at all, let alone one hidden away in the back of her closet. It might seem a bit more odd once you notice that these diapers are far too big for a baby of any kind, large enough to fit a full grown adult. A full grown adult like Jean, for instance. Smiling, Jean carefully extracted one of the diapers from the bag and held it in her hands, bringing it up to her nose for a moment and breathing in the heavenly smell of baby powder laced into the diapers. Unable to contain herself any longer, she hastily strips out her silly adult clothes, bra included, and lays back before unfolding the diaper and positioning it underneath her. Just as she was about to tape it on, however, she almost slapped herself as she realized she’d forgetten something. Toddling naked into the adjoining bathroom and retrieves a bottle of rash cream from under the sink. With cream in hand, she returns to the waiting diaper and sits back down before unscrewing the top of the rash cream and lathering a sufficient layer on her sensitive skin. With that taken care of, she reseals the bottle of cream before setting it aside and finally pulling up the front of the diaper and taping it on. Still naked save for her fresh diaper, Jean spent a few minutes sifting through her collection of clothes for something more “appropriate” to wear, giggling at the clinking sound she made whenever she moved or wiggled her butt. Eventually she settled on a pink lace nightgown that was practically see through and left nothing to the imagination, giggling from knowing that it would do absolutely nothing to hide her new padding. Slipping it on, Jane posed in the mirror for a few minutes, even going as far as to take a few pictures of padded rear for her secret Instagram (making sure to delete the originals once they were uploaded). Once she was satisfied, Jean toddled back downstairs and into the kitchen, where she quickly prepared a bottle of warm chocolate milk for herself. Minutes later, Jean was back to sitting on the living room couch, only now she was giggling and laughing at the cartoons playing out on the tv in front of her. Sucking away at her bottle, it wasn’t long before she had drained it completely, setting it aside and quickly forgetting about it. That was a problem for adult Jean later, not Adult Baby Jean now. All she had to worry about were the colourful sights and sounds coming from the tv. As Jean settled into a much simpler and younger mindset, she felt a slight twinge in her bladder. With barely a thought, Jean let go and flooded her diapers, knowing for experience that they could handle whatever she threw at them, and more. Indeed, while the diaper noticeably expanded as it absorbed her little “accident”, it held fast. During a commercial break, Jean took a moment to examine her how saggy diaper, smiling as she hiked up her nightgown slightly and placed her hand onto her diaper, feeling it squish beneath her touch. As she focused on the warmth of her diaper, the world began to melt around Jean, replacing her normal living room with a huge and fully stocked nursery, one more than ready to see to her every need as she played without a care in the world. She wasn’t alone in her fantasy though, as she had a playmate joining her. The pair would laugh and play the hours away, not caring in the slightest as they soaked their diapers. Eventually though, she would crawl up behind her playmate and take a moment to check their diaper. “Uh-oh!” She would say with a mischievous hint in her voice. “Looks like someone needs his diapee changed!” Then the fantasy would change in a few ways. She would still be diapered as well, obviously, but she would suddenly go from being a playmate to a caregiver, smiling as she picked her playmate up and carried him over to the changing table. After unbuttoning the flaps on his onesie, she would take a moment to tickle his now exposed belly, causing her adorable playmate to giggle and laugh as she went to work changing him out of his sagging diaper and into a fresh one. One diaper change later, she would proudly declare him, “All clean!” Patting the front of his new diaper, she would then lean down and give him a kiss on the forehead as she stared longingly into Nathan’s eyes and— Snapping back to reality with a shake of her head, Jean felt a bubble of shame start to grow in the pit of her stomach. As much as she wanted to, she knew that telling Nathan her secret was simply out of the question, to say nothing about potentially asking him to join her as well! She loved him with all her heart, but that idea that he might react negatively to learning about her secret fantasy horrified to her very core and had kept her from ever telling him while they had been dating. Now that they were married, it was far too late now. Her fantasy would simply remain as that forever: a fantasy. As she turned her attention back to the antics of Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck in the hopes of getting back into her little headspace, she only reaffirmed to herself that she could never be honest enough to tell Nathan what she really liked to do while he wasn’t home. He can never know. ——— And so, the pair would both go to bed that night alone, snug in their freshly changed diapers and knowing in their heart that they could never tell the other about their secret fantasies, no matter how much it hurt to keep them secret. Maybe someday the two will discover that they have even more in common that they first realized when they got married, but for now they were both content with continuing to happily indulge in private.
  7. I believe the story you're looking for is Surrogate. https://forums.abdlstoryforum.info/t/surrogate/3170
  8. I only ever wear at home, in the comfort and safety of my room. Occasionally I've been brave enough to wear outside, but that was usually still within close distance of my house.
  9. An only slightly wet dragon PeekABU, which is the best of the bunch. Yeah, I said it, what ya gonna do about it?
  10. I hide mine in an old console box waaaaaaaay back in my closet, behind a bunch of other stuff that help hide what's truly inside.
  11. Wearing a pink Megamax for the first time.
  12. Something I wrote a while ago, but was unsure of whether to post here or not... before thinking to myself, "Why not?" Crossword Puzzle “So bored!” Victor whined for the tenth time that hour as he lazily lounged on the couch in nothing but a shirt and his boxers. “Then do something!” His roommate Kevin replied back, sick of hearing how bored Victor was as he donned his jacket. “I’ve got an idea, why don’t you do a crossword puzzle to pass the time?” “That’s lame!” “Better than hearing you complain ever five minutes. Hmm…” Kevin smiled as an idea came to him. “How about I make you a deal? I’m heading out to pick up a few things, and if can finish a puzzle by the time I get back, then I’ll buy you dinner.” The promise of free food immediately perked Victor’s interest. “Deal!” “Figured you would,” Kevin said as he pulled out a crossword puzzle book from a drawer and flipped it to a random page. “Try this one, I’m sure it won’t be too difficult for someone like you…” Victor just stuck his tongue out as he took the book from Victor and went to work, barely hearing as his roommate left. Victor chuckled, knowing that he had already won this bet. His roommate just said he had to finish the puzzle, he never said anything about looking up the answers if he got stuck… Not that he needed to resort to that, as Victor quickly found himself cruising through the clues, filling in one blank after another with ease. His roommate must have picked one for little kids with how easy this was. Before long, he had breezed through the across section and moved onto the down section. “A short garment typically worn by teenage girls, nine letters…” Victor had to think about that one before it suddenly clicked. “I know, miniskirt!” He chuckled again as he pencilled in the answer. Yep, miniskirt, like the one he was wearing right now. Next clue: “Thumb substitute for an infant, eight letters”. That one didn’t take him too long, as he wrote in “pacifier”. “Twat was ethay!” He mumbled as he suckled away at his Paci, content that he had something to occupy his mouth with other than his thumb. “Disposable garment for a baby, six letters… That’s a diaper!” He loudly announced, crinkling slightly as he shifted in place to accommodate the bulk of his thick diapers. He loved the cushiony feel he got from his diapers and they helped cushion his butt while sitting down. “Mythical one-horned animals, 8 letters,” read the next clue. He giggled to himself as he wrote “Unicorns” into the spaces. Yep, unicorns, like the ones happily prancing across his diaper and the ones that went into hiding whenever it was wet. Not that he needed his diapers, he just liked wearing them was all. “Soaking __, three letters.” “That’s easy! It’s wet!” Hissssss… Victor paused as he felt a warmth begin to envelop his crotch. Taking his mind off the puzzle for a moment, he pulled up his miniskirt and watched as the unicorns happily prancing across the pink padding slowly began to vanish as his diaper began to darken in the front. Reaching down, Victor squeezed the front of his diaper, feeling it squish as it absorbed the contents of his bladder. “Uh oh…” Kevin would be mad that he went himself again. He’d promised to try using the potty more, but he had been so preoccupied with the crossword puzzle that he hadn’t even noticed he’d needed to go. Maybe Kevin wouldn’t be too mad once he finished the puzzle… Moving on to the next clue, Victor ignored an odd voice in the back of his mind as he focused on solving the puzzle before his roommate returned home. “A male caregiver, five letters.” It had to be Daddy! Just like Kevin, his loving Daddy who changed his diapers and took care of him whenever he needed it! Daddy had promised that if he finished this puzzle before he came back then he would take him out to dinner! “Making a ___, four letters, beginning with “M” and ending with “SS”. Moss? No… Miss? Also no… MESS! It just had to be mess, just like… Gurgle, grumble… Like the mess he needed to make right now, lifting up his butt in order to better position himself. Grunting, Victor pushed a load into the seat of his diaper, causing it to sag from the weight of his new mess. Pushing some more, he made sure to get all of it out before sighing with relief and plopping back down, feeling the fresh mess squishing against his rear. While a little unpleasant, he didn’t mind since he knew Daddy would surely change him when he got home. Back to the puzzle, the next clue read, “Hired cleaner, female, four letters.” What was the word for that again? It was on the very tip of his tongue… That’s right, a maid! Just like him! He was his Daddy’s maid, helping clean around the house whenever his Daddy asked him. Daddy even let him wear the cute uniforms like the one he was wearing right now! Only a few more clues were left to be filled in now, one of them being “To follow orders without question, four letters.” Easy, “obey”. Just like he had to obey whenever Daddy told him to do something like clean the house, do the laundry, or make dinner. He loved being able to serve Daddy like that, it made him feel so special! With only one more clue left to solve, Victor perked up at the sound of the door opening. “Daddy!” He called out as he forgot about the puzzle book entirely and happily waddled over to the entranceway, his short skirted maid uniform doing nothing hide the sagging, used state of his diapers. He didn’t care though, Daddy was home and that was all that mattered. Kevin smiled as he saw his now diapered maid run up to him. “There’s my happy little maid,” He said as he ruffled Victor’s hair playfully. “Were you a good sissy while Daddy was away, Vicky?” “I was very good, Daddy!” Vicky replied, sucking away at his pacifier like it was the most natural thing. “I even finished the puzzle you gave me, just like you asked!” “Really? Can you show Daddy then?” Giggling, Vicky happily lead Kevin over to where he had left the puzzle book. “See?” “Hmm… You did a good job, but it seems you left one answer blank…” “What!?” To his horror, Vicky found that in his haste to greet his Daddy, he had forgotten to fill the last space with an answer. He pouted as he realized he had failed Daddy. Surely Daddy would be mad at him for not doing as he was told and punish him with the paddle, or a time out, or, worst of all, sending him to bed without dessert! “Tell you what…” Victor said, “… You did such a good job that I’ll still take you out to dinner like I promised.” “R-Really?! Oh, thank you, Daddy!” Vicky ran over and hugged Daddy, relieved that he wasn’t going to be punished. “On one condition, thought. You finish what you started and solve the last clue. Can you do that for me, sissy?” “Sure I can!” Picking up the book and pencil, Vicky hastily read the last clue. “Sexually stimulated, seven letters.” He thought long and hard about the answer before it suddenly dawned on him. “Aroused! A–R–O… U… S…” Vicky almost dropped the book entirely as a warm tingling quickly spread throughout his diaper, Unlike the warm feeling he got whenever he wet and messed his diaper, this feeling was a thousand times more intense and filled his entire being to the point he could barely fill in the last few letters. “E… D!” As the last letter was filled in, Vicky could no longer contain himself and dropped the book and pencil as both hands grabbed at his diaper, rubbing the used padding up against his growing erection. Before he could get far, however, Kevin stopped him. “Ah, ah, ah, you know the rule, Sissy. You have to ask Daddy first if you want to make cummies in your diapers, remember?” Vicky did remember, and trembled with excitement as he replied through the still building pressure. “Pl–Please, Daddy! Can I make cummies in my… my DIAPERS?!” “Hmm… Alright, you can rub yourself as much as you want but no cummies until Daddy says so. Daddy will count to ten and only when he is done can you make cummies, understand?” “Y–Yes, Da–Daddy!” Without waiting another moment, Vicky began to rub himself furiously through used diapers, squishing it up against his.body as his building orgasm grew.” “1…2… 3… 4…” “Ple–Please, Daddy!” “5…6…7…5… Oh, looks like I’ve lost count. Better start all over again!” “D–Daddy!” Vicky whined as his rubbing only increased further, dropping helplessly to his knees as his mind filled only with the desire to grope himself more and more in a desperate attempt at release. “…7…8…9…” Kevin paused for a moment, savouring it as he looked over the helpless sissy maid lying at his feet. “… 10” With a thunderous cry that likely echoed through their apartment complex, Vicky came hard into his diapers, riding the aftershocks of the greatest orgasm he had ever experienced in his life for several moments. During all this, that nagging voice in the back of his mind that had been attempting fruitlessly to get his attention ever since he had started the crossword puzzle was quietly snuffed out by such a powerful orgasm, leaving nothing but an obedient, diaper loving sissy maid named Vicky remaining. “That’s a good sissy,” Daddy said as he patted Vicky on the head. “Now, crawl your sticky butt to the bedroom and Daddy will get you all ready for to go out, is that clear?” “Y…yes, Daddy…” Vicky replied as he got onto his hands and knees and obediently began to crawl his way towards the bedroom, still panting from the overwhelming orgasm he had just experienced. Kevin smiled as he watched Vicky’s retreating diaper butt, his own erection growing beneath his shorts. “I should have done this a long time ago…”
  13. I still live at home, so mine are hidden in the back of my closet inside an old gaming console box which is itself hidden under a stack of boxes.
  14. An intelligent college girl attempts self-hypnosis to try and alleviate her stress, wth a bit of small ABDL twist... Come on… come on… just say it already! The young woman chastised herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, an act she had been doing for the last ten minutes as she desperately tried to force herself to say the “magic words” that would free her from her worry, if only for a little bit. Abigail, or Abby for short, was a straight A student, graduating with honors as valedictorian, currently attending college on a scholarship. However, you wouldn’t know it by her current attire, dressed in a baby blue onesie with a ruffled skirt around the waist that did absolutely nothing to hide the pronounced bulk of the diaper she was wearing underneath it all. Her long brown hair had been done up into pigtails and a pacifier dangled on a string from her neck, completing the look of an overgrown toddler rather than the intelligent young woman she really was. All of which had been Abby’s goal all along. For while she was very smart, she also tended to become a neurotic mess when stressed, which was becoming more and more frequent as she got older. By total accident while scrolling online, Abby had discovered the world of Adult Babies and had latched onto the idea of regressing to a simpler time, one when she didn’t have to worry about essays, or dissertations, or any of the stresses of her adult life, if even for a short time. However, while this method had done wonders to elevate her stress levels, there was still always this nagging worry in the back of her mind that had sullied the experience for her and made her longe for the true Adult Baby experience. Like she always did when she encountered a problem needing to be solved, Abby had thrown herself into research, eventually finding a potential solution to this issue: hypnosis. Despite the more fantastical fabrications of hypnosis in media, there still was a factual basis in mentally training oneself into a more desirable state fully within their control, one which Abby fully intended to use to her advantage, commissioning for herself a hypnosis tape that would finally let her live out her dreams to the fullest. The wait had been truly agonizing, but eventually the tape had arrived. Abby had made sure to commit the instructions to memory, listening to the tape every night for a week before she had finally worked up the courage to attempt a trial run. Diapering herself up, Abby had stood infront of her mirror for almost an hour before she had finally been able to mutter the trigger phrase: “It’s Baby Time… It’s Baby Time… It’s Baby Time.” That was it, three times like in the movie Beetlejuice, and everything had changed. Like magic, Abby had fallen onto her padded rear as her mind regressed back to a more infantile mindset like she had always wanted. For the next hour Abby had been in heaven as she crawled around her apartment, played with toys and even used her diaper without a care in the world. All her memories and mental capacities were still present, just taking a short backseat to the more babyish mindset and once the hour had been up Abby had immediately reverted back to her old self with full memories of her time spent as a carefree baby, happier than she could ever remember feeling and eager to do it again the following week. This was actually her third time trying this, and still her nerves betrayed her as she continued to second guess her preparations. She had made sure to install childproof locks onto all the cupboards and drawers, triple checked that anything dangerous was well out of her reach, and had even gone as far to buy and set up an adult sized playpen that took up a large chunk of her apartment, ensuring that she had a safe area to play in. Sitting in that very playpen, she glared at the mirror on her living room table as she tried to will herself to take that last step once more. Taking a deep breath, she did her best to push everything else out of her mind as she worked her mouth. “It’s Baby Time…” That’s once. “It’s… Baby Time…” That’s twice, come on, Abby! You’re almost there! “It’s… Baby… Time!” Like flicking a switch, Abby’s eyes lost some of their intelligence as the hypnosis worked its magic, drool beginning to drip down her chin as her mouth babbled away unintelligently. The regressed Abby wasted little time in getting on her hands and knees and crawling across the padded floor of her playpen, her poofy behind wiggling behind her as she inched closer and closer towards her toys scattered around her. Suddenly, Abby stopped, as she realized that something was missing, but her infantile mind was having trouble grasping just what that was. Your pacifier! Came a voice from the back of Abby’s mind. Your pacifier! Hearing this voice, Abby looked around for a moment before glancing down and spotting her pacifier dangling from around her neck, giggling and cooing as she grabbed it and popped it into her mouth, suckling away at it like it was the most normal and natural thing in the world. With her Paci now located, Abby continued her journey over to her toys, grabbing a few lettered blocks and beginning to stack them up one after the other. Occasionally, usually by accident, she would manage to form a simple word from the blocks, but she was far more focused on simply stacking them up and knocking them back down again, giggling to herself every time like it was the funniest thing in the world to her. Once the blocks finally became boring, Abby switched to the stacking rings, and then to just cuddling her stuffed Build-A-Bear as she rolled around on her back, giggling and cooing ever more as she waved the stuffed animal over her head. In the middle of all this, the urge to relieve herself briefly made itself known, but Abby barely registered the sensation before it transitioned into the new sensation of her diaper growing warm beneath her as she freely wet herself. Life for the moment was just one happy moment after another for Abby, and she was enjoying every moment of it as a week’s worth of stress and worry just melted away. About forty or so minutes into her Baby Time, however, there was a knock at the door. Abby was far too engrossed in her play to even notice it, not even when the lock turned and the door began to open. “Abby? You here?” Erica called out as she stepped into Abby’s apartment. She knew it was rude to just waltz into her best friend’s apartment like this, but Abby had trusted her with a key to her place for this very reason, so when she had been unable to reach Abby after multiple attempts she had decided to check for herself. As she closed the door behind her, her eyes were immediately drawn to the colourful playpen in the middle of the room. “Huh, what’s that doing he–“ Erica’s eyes went wide upon seeing who it was occupying the oversized playpen, running over and peering inside. “A–Abby!?” Hearing her name, Abby stopped playing for a moment as she looked up at the strange woman towering over her. A spark of recognition flashed in her eyes upon seeing the familiar woman, babbling out “Recra!” as she made to reach out for the woman. Finally, someone new to play with her. Erica was at complete loss for words as she took in the sight of her best friend since childhood dressed like an oversized infant and playing with toys in a massive playpen. “… Haha, you really got me, Abby. Good one…” Erica replied, expecting Abby to snap back to normal now that the “joke” had played itself out, but Abby did none of that, continuing to babble and coo at her friend. “I’m serious, Abby, enough is enou–“ Erica froze as she watched a strange look come over Abby’s face for a moment before the regressed girl began to grunt and push, her face turning bright red as she took on a look that Erica had seen many times from babysitting her infant nieces and nephews. “Abby, you’re not going to–“ Her answer came in a loud release of gas from Abby’s bottom before the diaper, which Erica had only just now noticed, beneath her onesie began to balloon outward as it began to fill up. If there was any doubt in Erica’s mind what she had just witnessed, it was instantly dispelled by the telltale odor of a very messy diaper that wafted up to her nose. Stepping back, Erica just stared as Abby just continued to play, not caring in the slightest that she had just messed herself right before her best friend’s shocked eyes. Worry began to fill Erica’s mind as she desperately tried to make sense of this strange and outlandish scenario she had suddenly found herself in. Had Abby finally snapped under the pressure? Should she call someone? What should she do? Breathing for a moment, Erica did her best to try and rationalize the situation. This whole set up with the playpen, onesie, and even the diaper seemed much too planned out for a sudden bout of madness, and a glance around the apartment revealed that childproof locks had been set up ahead of time, revealing a hint of premeditation and forethought involved. Stepping into the kitchen, Erica quickly noticed an empty bottle sitting on the counter, a note pinned beneath it. Picking up the note, she recognized Abby’s meticulous handwriting as she read. To whoever reads this, this must mean that you’ve found out about my little secret. Please, don’t panic, the method I used to do this is only temporary and will automatically undo itself after an hour has passed. If you must get an explanation now, all you have to do is say “It’s Grown Up Time” three times and I’ll immediately revert back to normal. I know you must have a million questions right now, and I don’t blame you, and I will explain as to the best of my abilities why I have done this, but the short version is that this to me is a form of relaxation and/or therapy to me, a way to help relieve the stresses of daily life. Please, I beg you not to judge me too hard for this, and I’m sure we can work out some kind of understanding between us eventually. Signed, Abigail. P.S. If it’s not too much trouble, could you perhaps give me a change while you’re here? Pretty please? I’ll probably need one before the time is up. “Typical Abby…” Erica chuckled to herself upon reading the note. While she did have many questions, she was relieved that Abby had found a means of relaxing and distressing that suited her, often telling the overachiever that she was for too high strung for her own good. Judging by the blissful state she had seen her in just moments before, this method seemed to be working too, and Erica felt bad about ending it prematurely right now. “She did say it would end in an hour, so I have some time…” Smiling, Erica walked back over to the playpen and peered inside again, gazing down at Abby as the diapered girl continued to play without a care in the world, even while wearing a very messy diaper. “She did ask nicely, so what kind of friend would I be if I wasn’t willing to help?” Leaning down, Erica ticked Abby’s belly, resulting in a cacophony of laughter to spill forth from the regressed Abby. “Does Abby want her diapee changed? Would she like that?” Only getting more giggles in response, Erica quickly spotted a diaper bag sitting nearby. Picking it up, she carefully stepped into the playpen and couched down over the oblivious Abby. Well versed in the ways of changing diapers, Erica carefully unsnapped the buttons on Abby’s onesie, awning at the adorable prints scattered across her diaper even in its used state. Undoing the tapes, Erica braced herself as she opened up the diaper and the smell of the fresh mess wafted into the air, quickly pulling the diaper out from under Abby and rolling it into a ball to be thrown away in a bit. Pulling out a container of wipes from the back, Erica went to work on cleaning Abby’s bottom, the could wipe prompting Abby to coo even more as it tickled her skin. One quick application of baby oil and powder later, and Erica unfolded a fresh diaper to slide under Abby’s bottom and tape her securely into to. During the whole ordeal, Erica couldn’t help but think on how surreal this whole thing was as she changed her genius friend into a clean diaper. Still, Erica had always been a mothering type, and seeing Abby in such a way was bringing out her maternal side in full force. “There, all comfy and safe in your new diapeee! Does the baby like that?” “Wike! Wike!” Abby babbled happily from behind her pacifier. “Now, you stay right here while I go get you a reward…” Picking up the used diaper, Erica stepped into the kitchen and disposed of it into the trash bin. After washing her hands, she scooped up the baby bottle still sitting on the counter and filled it up with milk from the fridge. A few seconds in the microwave, and Erica returned to Abby with a warm bottle of milk in her hand. “Bottle time!” She declared as she stepped back into the playpen and sat down. Pulling her regressed friend over to her and positioning her so she was seated comfortably in her lap, Erica popped the pacifier free from Abby’s mouth. The regressed young woman looked on the verge of tears at the loss of their beloved Paci, but it was quickly forgotten as the nib of a bottle replaced it, their suckling now earning them warm milk in return. “You know, I don’t know if you can understand me right now, Abby…” Erica began to say as she continued to bottle feed her friend, “… but I’m really enjoying this new side of you, and I wouldn’t mind getting a chance to help you experience this again. What do you say, would you like it if I became your new ‘Mommy’ for a bit?” As her belly filled with warm milk, Abby’s regressed mind seemed to register the word “Mommy”, sighing happily as she shifted closer into Erica’s lap. The new caregiver just smiled as she continued to feed her best friend, hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time she would get the chance to do so.
  15. Hello! Here's something I wrote for a contest over on Discord using the prompt "A Walk In The Park" and i figured I'd post it here so all of you can (hopefully) enjoy it. I might continue this in the future if I feel motivated enough as well. Frienemies “Ahhh… What a wonderful day for a run,” Melanie said to herself as she took in the scent of fresh summer air. Despite being summer, the temperature had finally hit that perfect midpoint between not hot enough to feel like you were baking in an oven, but not cold enough that you needed to bring along a sweater. Course, an experienced runner like Melanie usually didn’t care about the weather, having run through scorching heat, freezing cold and snow, rain, and even a hail storm in the past, the refreshing weather just meant less prep to deal with before she could finally head out. Already Melanie had run just about a mile and a half and she barely felt winded, still having plenty of distance to cover. So far her path had lead her to the local park, where groups of people were also out enjoying the beautiful day. The only reason she had stopped at all was to grab her water bottle from her bag and take a quick gulp of water. Hydration was important for a runner, afterall, and Melanie knew that experiencing dehydration during a run once had been one time too many, so she always made sure to take frequent hydration breaks. Sure, drinking so much water had let to a little… issue at first, but Melanie had found a quick and easy solution to that little problem a long time ago, one carefully hidden beneath her running shorts. She was also wearing a loose fitting tank top that did a wonderful job of showing off her well fit body to any passersby, her long blond hair done up into a ponytail to keep it out of the way while she ran. Many times Melanie had been informed by others that she could have easily gotten into modelling with her kind of physique, but running had and would always be her number one passion. As Melanie put her lips to her water bottle for another sip, she was blindsided by someone bolting right by her, followed by a cry of “On your left!” Melanie scowled as she caught sight of the woman who had so brazenly run passed her. Even from behind, there was no mistaking that bright auburn hair tied back into a ponytail. She had just been passed by Abigail Forrest, an new up and comer in the marathon scene who had already started making a name for herself. Despite barely knowing each other, a rivalry had formed between her and Abigail after several races spent trading positions back and forth and pushing themselves to pass each other. Even though this wasn’t a race, Melanie’s pride refused to allow Abigail to pass her uncontested, so after stashing her water bottle back into her bag, Melanie broke into a sprint and took off like a rocket, intent on catching up with her rival and paying her back in full. It took almost no time at all for Melanie to a catch up to her rival, a grin spreading across her lips as she sped up and yelled, “On your left!” as she raced past Abigail. Glancing over her shoulder, Melanie felt a sense of satisfaction as she took in the confused look on Abigail’s face at being overtaken so easily. Her satisfaction was short-lived however, as Abigail’s expression changed to one of determination as she too increased her pace with the intent of catching up, prompting Melanie to do the same. Around and around the park the path took them, the pair never far apart from one another as they fought to gain the advantage over the other. Melanie could already feel her muscles starting to tire, her breathing growing slightly more laboured with each passing moment. Normally Melanie would have slowed down to catch her breath, but right now that wasn’t an option for her, as slowing down for even a second would be conceding to Abigail that she was better than her, and Melanie wasn’t about to let that happen. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Abigail was also beginning to noticeably tire out, so all she had to do was outlast her long enough before leaving her in the dust. However, as the pair rounded a small duck pond, a mother with a stroller suddenly appeared in their path. With only seconds to avoid a potentially messy collision, both runners tried to swerve our of the way to avoid running through the mom and her child. Several things all happened at once. As Abigail swerved, she accidentally bumped her shoulder against Melanie’s, enough so to cause her to stumble slightly. As Melanie stumbled, her heel caught onto a loose stone, resulting in her losing her footing for a moment. Unfortunately for Melanie, she had been running as close to the inside of the pathway as she could at the time, meaning when she stumbled she lost her footing completely and, with zero time to recover, Melanie tumbled over and fell ass first into the duck pond with a large SPLASH! Skidding to a halt, Abigail rushed over to her rival to see if she was okay. Luckily the duck pond wasn’t too deep, so the water only went high enough that Melanie was still mostly above water, though her feet and behind were both fully submerged. Still, the large spray of water had resulted in her still being wet from head to toe, her soaked shirt clinging to her body while strands of wet hair dangled over her face. Several ducks had already swam over to examine the large object that had suddenly invaded their pond. “Oh my gosh!” Abigail exclaimed as she ran into the duck pond and held out her hand to Melanie. “Are you alright?” Instead of taking the offered hand, however, Melanie scowled as she slapped Abigail’s hand away as she pulled herself up to her feet. “You did that on purpose!” She yelled as she reached up to ring the water out of her hair. “I… I’m sorry…” Abigail squeaked out, turning her head as she mumbled, “It was an accident…” “Ha! Yeah right! Like you expect me to believe that.” Pointing a finger at Abigail, she walked up to her and poked the girl hard in the chest. “You think you’re all that, don’t you? Thinking you’re better than everyone just because you managed to win a few races?” “Wha… No!” Abigail replied. “I don’t think that at all!” “Don’t lie… to…” Melanie trailed off as she became aware of a weight in her shorts, her anger changing into embarrassment as she felt her face grow warm, the sensation of so many eyes on her increasing as as she felt the weight threaten to drag her shorts down with it. Grabbing the waistband of her shorts to keep them from slipping, Melanie whipped her head around until she saw her bag sitting next to her in the water, scooping it up and racing off without a word. While everyone else who witnessed the incident just brushed it off and decided to get on with their day, Abigail just stood there, her eyes drawn to Melanie as she raced off. Or, to be more specific, the noticeable bulge in the back of her shorts. “Could she…” *** “No… no, no, no!” Melanie muttered as she looked herself over. After running over to a large collection of trees she could hide behind, Melanie had quickly checked to make sure she hadn’t injured herself in her fall. Once that was done and she found nothing amiss, she turned her attention to the main issue plaguing her. Pulling down her soaked shorts to her knees, Melanie was now able to fully take in the soaking wet diaper she was wearing. By complete accident, Melanie had found that diapers had been the perfect solution to the problems that came with drinking as much water as she did, mostly needing to either make frequent trips to the bathroom or hold in her bladder, both of which had significantly cut into her running time. Wearing diapers designed for fitness, however, had made a noticeable improvement on her total time, resulting in her wearing one every time she went out for a run. Only now it had transformed into a huge problem. Despite not being very absorbent, the diaper had still sucked up enough pond water from her unexpected dip into the pond that it was now completely soaked, the tapes threatening to rip off at any moment. To make matters even worse, most of the stuff in her bag had also ended up soaked, including the spare diaper she had packed just in case she needed a change, meaning her possible options where dwindling more and more. Right now her only real option was to dispose of both diapers and go commando, but with her shorts so wet already… she didn’t even want to think about that! “What do I do? What do I…” “Melanie?” Melanie froze, her eyes widening with fright as she desperately tried to pull her shorts up and over her diaper before Abigail stepped into view. “Melanie? Are you…” Abigail stopped as she took in Melanie’s trembling form, her eyes quickly gravitating towards the clearly visible diaper the other girl was wearing. Melanie felt like she was about to break out into tears, but she wasn’t about to give Abigail the satisfaction of seeing her cry despite how pathetic she looked. “Well? Go ahead, laugh. I know you want to, so just get it over with and leave me alone…” Unexpectedly, a warm and caring smile spread across Abigail’s face as she shook her head, reaching a hand into her own bag slung over her shoulder for a moment. “I figured you might need… this.” Melanie just stared, her mouth dropping open as Abigail pulled a fresh diaper from her bag and held it out to her rival. Her mind a whirlwind of questions, Melanie eventually asked, “Wh-Why do you have…?” Barely missing a beat, Abigail stuck a finger in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down just enough for Melanie to clearly see the diaper she was wearing. “Did you think you were the only one?” She said as she held out the spare diaper again to Melanie. “It’s my fault you got all wet like that, so the least I can do is give you something dry to change into.” Melanie scanned Abigail’s face for even the slightest hint of deception, but found nothing but genuine concern for the other girl. A ball of shame began to form in the pit of her stomach at how harshly she had treated the other girl before. With a shaky hand, Melanie gracious took the diaper from Abigail and clutched it close to her chest. “Th-thanks…” “No problem. Did you want me to…” Making a twirling motion with her hand, the still blushing Melanie nodded her head. Turning her back to the other girl, Abigail added, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch while you change.” Melanie just stood there for a moment, unsure if she was dreaming or not. Taking a deep breath, Melanie noticed that the diaper she was holding was slightly different than the white medical ones she usually wore. While this one was also designed for allowing ease of movement and thin enough to hide underneath clothes, Melanie could still see a pattern of rainbow coloured blocks across its plastic surface. While looking up diapers online, Melanie had stumbled across a page made for people who actually enjoyed wearing and using diapers in their spare time rather than needing to wear them, calling themselves Diaper Lovers. Could… Could Abigail be one of them? Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud ripping sound, her attention turning again to her current soaked diaper as she saw that one of the tapes had finally popped free, with the others just moments from coming loose themselves. With little time to spare, Melanie reached down and yanked the tapes free, her diaper dropping like a stone onto the ground with a wet plop. Melanie’s blush only increased as she felt like every sound she made was being broadcast through a loudspeaker as she unfolded the fresh diaper and positioned it so she could tape it up while standing. Despite having started wearing diapers a while ago, Melanie was still a novice when it came to putting on diapers, so she just barely managed to get it on while while still standing up. “Ok, I’m done,” Melanie finally said, prompting Abigail to turn back around and look down at the job she had done. Abigail was clearly not please, shaking her head as she muttered, “What a mess… Here, let me help.” Without even waiting for a reply, Abigail hunched down and began to readjust the tapes on Melanie’s diaper, causing the girl to let out a squeak of embarrassment from the contact. “Do you… do you like this stuff?” Melanie felt herself asking, anything to distract herself from the fact that someone was currently eye level with her crotch. “Sometimes,” Abigail replied as she readjusted another tape. “Helps me to relax when I’ve needed them for as long as I can remember.” “Oh…” Melanie replied quietly. “There, all done,” Abigail said after a moment. Now satisfied, Abigail turned around and began to walk away. “I should get out of your hair now.” “Wa–Wait!” Melanie suddenly called out, causing Abigail to stop in her tracks and look at the girl in surprise. “I’m… I’m sorry about yelling at you before. I can… I can get a little competitive sometimes when it comes to running, especially when it’s someone who can keep up with me like you can. You didn’t have to do all this for me, but I’m grateful for all the help.” “No problem. You’re a pretty amazing runner yourself. Actually…” Reaching into her bag again, Abigail pulled out a notepad and a pen, scribbled something down on it before ripping off a slip of paper and handing it to Melanie. “Here.” “What’s this?” “My phone number. If you ever want to challenge me to a run or just hang out and talk, just give me a call. Well, see ya!” With that Abigail took off, leaving Melanie alone with only her thoughts once more. Pulling up her shorts, Melanie glanced down at the phone number in her hand. She had always seen Abigail as her rival, and while that hadn’t changed, could she… could she also maybe become her friend?
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