GeraldRoss

Who said it's not designed to be absorbent? You should read the product information properly, you know. I, personally, think this is a great way to help those struggling with bedwetting without making them feel uncomfortable.

Hi everyone! Chapter 2 is finally out, but, as before, I want to apologise. The thing is — this story isn't moving in the direction I want. It seems to be eluding the ABDL scenes and themes I would have liked to include, sticking mostly to unobtrusive and rare hints. As a result, many of you may find it rather boring (I hope it doesn't happen, though). Anyway, I also have no idea what's going to happen next, so if anyone has any thoughts on the matter — you're welcome. Enjoy. Chapter 2 How long will it take me to finally fulfill that girl's wish? A moment? Or maybe ages? Maybe I’ll have to stay with her all her life, watch as she ages and withers away, to finally pass, quietly, into a better world? Not that it matters, though. Time is, after all, one of the things I have in abundance. Still… Oh, don’t creep up on me like that, my dear reader. I’m sure you don’t want to listen to all those ramblings, do you?.. “Hey.” Ah, right. There she goes again. Mathilda and I were in the middle of a serious conversation, when you walked up on us, you see. Well, stay, then. I’ll be your eyes and ears once again. “Hey! Are you even listening?” – she’s getting angry, now leaning right over a not-very-large table, her face close to my own, her eyes burning holes in me. Her hair’s gathered loosely behind her, one lock hanging freely, almost touching a plate of thikly steaming sausages, that stands on the table between us. “I am, I am, calm down.” – I say, anxiously watching that stray lock. She sits back. – “I get what you’re saying, you want something more lasting, want people to remember. Yet, look here.” – I point at the sausage steam, as it forms into a strange design, with otherworldly letters and symbols. – “You know I can’t do anything, that may hurt your reputation.” It’s been going on for three weeks now. Mathilda’s complaining about how what she’s getting is not much different from anything she could get from any other boyfriend. If she could keep one long enough, that is. Several month passed since we first met and while she is quite happy with me (I’d like to hear her complain – all the Household Chores Etc. are my job, after all), with what I do, she wants more. Much more. Guess I’ll have to oblige, after all. A few more minutes of bickering and Mathilda leaves the dining room, fuming. I watch her slightly puffy behind disappear in a doorway as she heads to her study/bedroom. The sound of her flopping down on her bed and the rustling of pages reach my ears. As far as I can judge, that’s this overly thick new book the whole city is reading these days. Must remind her to actually do some studying – that’s one of the few things I won’t do for her. I look upon the design of steam, still distinct over the now cooled off sausages and it dissolves under my gaze. Something must be done, indeed… Now, while I’m washing the dishes and otherwise clearing the aftermath of our meal, why don’t we go back in time and revisit (oh, pardon me, you will be there for the first time, I forgot) the moment Mathilda met your humble servant. *** It’s late summer evening, the dingy street behind a popular theater is deserted but for some stray cats and a few cockroaches, scavenging for edible trash. Oh, there are other things around here, of course, but even sharing my senses you’ll have a hard time noticing them, so don’t waste your effort. Listen, instead, to the roar of applause, echoing from within the theatre on our right. And try to ignore the squeaking air conditioner over there. Now, listen closely – as some of the audience rises from the seats, more than happy to flex their limbs and get some snacks from the theatre’s expensive café before the next act starts, there is one seat, that creaks more violently, one pair of heels, that click more aggressively, one voice, no doubt recognizable to you, my dear reader, that almost shouts: “I’m leaving!”. I’m drawn to this voice. Much more, than to any others, smug, complacent or awed and excited. No, this voice, full of pain and resentment, it calls out to me, entices me, pulls me to it, as a morning smell of freshly baked bread would pull the attention of everyone, who senses it. The heels click angrily down the stairs and across the entrance hall, pass the doors, respectfully and silently opened by the porter, and stop on the outer staircase in front of the theater. I hear the gentle sound of a few tears, falling on the stones of the porch. Some more minutes, some more clicking of the heels, now exhausted and defeated, rather than angry and her silhouette appears at the end of our street. There are no lights here, so someone else may have trouble distinguishing all the little details, but we manage, you and I. Mathilda is wearing a blue, wisp-patterned dress with a knee-long bell-shaped skirt, a white, fur boa (a bit outdated, but classy-looking) and high heels, the ones we heard. She has a purse in her hands, slightly bigger than something one would take to the theater, but small enough to look fine with the rest of the outfit. Her face, though… The make-up is seriously damaged by tears and her wiping them away. Hair is tied loosely behind, in her favorite way. The girl walks right below me, swaying slightly. I don’t think I can resist the temptation much longer, so I make up my mind, take form and step out into the cool air of summer evening. My footstep echoes in the now almost empty street – the cats crouch and turn their heads towards me, the cockroaches scatter, probably sensing the vibration… Mathilda tenses, clearly taken by surprise, even frightened. The sound of her racing heart fills the air. “Anything I can help you with, young lady?” – I ask sincerely, drowning out all other numerous sounds and countless feelings, focusing solely on her. Something about me must have felt “safe” to her, because she slightly relaxed and turned to face me. Or maybe she was simply too tired to be afraid? As she turns, something catches my eye about her figure, something… unnatural. She has a perfect body, I can see it clearly, but the skirt doesn’t hang entirely right for such build. Ah, I see. It’s what the girl’s wearing under that skirt that’s doing it. A rather thick undergarment, meant for absorbing liquids and keeping in waste, swollen from being used and dirty – an adult diaper, no less. And yet, I sense no flaw in this girl. She clearly doesn’t need to wear such thing. Normally, at least. Moreover, now that I know it’s there, I can sense Mathilda’s attention constantly focusing on her predicament as it’s making her somewhat uncomfortable, but at the same time… excited? “How about we get you fixed first..?” – I say, lightly tapping my right palm with the fingers of my left hand and the girl’s eyes widen in shock, as the swelling at her bottom visibly deflates, settling in a slightly curvier shape than she would have in normal underwear. She doesn’t notice other changes, but her make-up repairs itself and her clothes are also slightly rearranged, completely wiping the look of distress off her appearance. Before she gets the opportunity to speak, I continue. – “…And move somewhere… (I click my fingers, entirely for show, and the scenery is immediately changed to a fashionable restaurant not far from our original location)… better suited for discussion?” We are seated at a table near a large window, on which the name of the place is written, so that it could be read from the outside. Our table is pretty far from other tables, and although the restaurant is full of people, mostly couples in their late forties and older, no one notices our sudden appearance. It’s all part of the plan, you know. A waiter arrives shortly, offering a menu. Mathilda still looks bewildered, but does her best to fight her surprise. As the waiter moves away, she leans forward and hisses almost inaudibly – “What does this mean? Who are you? What is this place?” “This is a local restaurant, not far from the theater you just left.” – I answer calmly, unnecessarily adjusting the collar of my suit and a necktie, both of which, and much more of my present attire, I acquired the moment before we arrived here. – “You seemed distressed and not in your right mind, so I took the liberty of… inviting you to this place.” I casually brush my hand over my dark-brown hair, now cut to the latest fashion. A tiny clockwork heart beats on my left wrist, dull grayish shine of it’s shell unobtrusively matching my cufflinks. “I suggest you chose something. We shouldn’t keep the staff waiting too long, you know. Don’t worry, I’ll foot the bill.” The girl seems to be processing the new developments, but she does pick the menu up and starts turning the pages, absent-mindedly. She ends up ordering two cakes from a dessert section and an ice-cream. I, in turn, ask for a chocolate dessert, and am delighted to know, that the restaurant has some six-year-old “Edmeades” Zinfandel wine, that turns out to be just the thing to go with this particular dessert. This is going to be a fine evening… [To be continued]

No such friends or friends' friends. And even if there were any, I wouldn't have the courage to ask such thing. But thanks for a suggestion anyway. Ah, of course. I forgot to mention this. I plan on using a diaper. And I'm aware of the risk of UTI that comes with such usage.

So... I'm sure there's been lots of questions like that before mine, I've even looked through some, but... Still feel the need to ask. Recently I've been thinking of using a foley cath overnight. And I'm not really sure about this. I've had little experience with catheters before, but it didn't go too well — 1) like many, I found lack of flow sensation unsatisfactory; 2) I usually use the downward position, if you know what I mean, so sitting down with a cath was... less then comfortable. And yet, I am thinking that maybe doing it overnight will somehow do the trick — we are supposed not to be aware of things while we sleep, so no flow sensation should be OK. Plus, I usually sleep on my stomach, less often on my back, so other problems shouldn't bother me as well. But I'm still unsure if it's OK to do this and whether I should really go through with this plan. Any thoughts or advice on the matter would be really appreciated... Edit: I forgot to mention that — all the experience I had was with a catheter draining into a diaper. And this overnight idea is also about wearing a diaper over a cath. Sorry I didn't say that earlier.

Don't know what other stuff they are selling there apart from onesies and ABDL diapers, but if it were only these two types of ABDL products, I think it's totally fine. There are non-ABDL onesies which are freaking ugly in many medical stores (they don't call them "onesies", though) and most non-ABDL users love the cute designs of ABDL diapers. So... You know what I mean.

stephrider, if you ask me, you are worrying too much. There are thousands of people, women included, who, for various reasons, wear diapers regularly if not constantly and still don't get any lasting damage from that. Unless you have a case of severe allergy, where you're allergic to almost everything, you should be OK. I say, just check out a few reliable brands, see which work well for you and use them for some time to find out, if there are any side effects. If there are, just change the brand. If nothing manifests itself, stop worrying and shift your attention to something else.

First, I want to apologise to anyone who may have been waiting for the continuation of my first story, "A Space Trip Gone Wrong". Seriously, guys, I'm sorry. I'm just not in the mood to finish it. Instead, I started writing another one. It too has high chances to stay unfinished, but I'll at least try. Now this part I'm posting here is supposed to be something of an introduction. It's also an experiment, this part and this whole story. I write it in a way, that is most natural for me, trying to keep true to myself as much as I can. That's why I'm not sure other people will like it or even understand some of the things I hide between the words. But anyway, since it's and experiment, let it start! ___________ *********** I press an UP button on a controller. Across the lecture hall, separated from me by other students, carefully writing down the professor’s words, a girl tenses up. A few minutes later I press the same button again. A glance at the girl. She shuts her eyes for a moment. Her cheeks are rosy, I can see it from here. Some more time and one more level up. I hear her quickened breathing, feel her heart thumping with excitement. One more press of a button. How long can she resist, I wonder?.. Now, while the girl still braces herself, probably distracting her now reeling mind with the professor’s droning voice, I feel I owe you an explanation, my dear reader. I believe I know what you have been thinking all through the first paragraph, but let me assure you – it’s not what you think. Well, not exactly. Let me start by introducing myself. I’m Gerald. A usual student, not someone gifted with exceptional studying skills or good looks – that’s what you’d think should you meet me somewhere in your university. And would be just about right. However, what I look like does not matter for this story – just imagine some generic nerd and that should be enough. The girl, who is now desperately fighting against waves of various sensations, though, deserves special attention. She is what one may call a “queen”. Best grades at school, brilliant progress at the university, natural beauty with long, dark hair, and a perfect body that has already seduced an almost impossible number of both males and females alike. And yet… And yet when the two of us first met, she was alone. No boyfriend, no lasting friends… And so she asked me out. Just like that. You are probably wondering, how such thing can be and how can such a perfection as her fall for someone so average as myself. Well, here is the secret. A very dark secret, exposing which will most certainly make her cringe with shame. She is a pervert. Yes, just like that. And one of such scale, that those bold enough to try and start any relationship with her ran off in matter of days, not even having fully grasped the depth of her perversity. What must you be thinking of me, now that you’ve learned this terrible truth? Actually, I don’t care. Because whatever you think is not true. I have absolutely no interest in that side of hers and yet, I do what you’ve seen me do – press buttons and watch her slowly moving towards the edge. I hope, that as the story progresses, you will grasp the full meaning of this. For now however, let’s return to the lecture hall – the end is near. Just as professor, as usual, begins asking, if all was understood, I look at the girl yet another time. She’s slightly shaking all over and visibly straining to keep her tearful eyes from rolling into the back of her skull. All that while covering her mouth with her hands, mind you. Students around her wear different expressions. Uncertainty, concern, poorly hidden glee and even open resentment. Despite her half-conscious state, the girl, believe me, percieves this pretty well, and it only fuels her excitement, threatening to flood her with emotions… Knowing it won’t be long now before the floodgates (oops, did I say too much?) burst, I check if everything is ready. In this case things are simple – the door is where my trap should be set. And sure enough, invisible to most, a fine spider web of a spell glistens in the doorway. All set. The final “UP” and the peak is reached just as professor gathers his things and all sounds are drowned by the students scrambling to get up. I fight my way through the crowd across the lecture hall, turning the controller off as I move. There, a familiar scene – face down on the desktop, still shaking very slightly, saliva dripping from half-open lips, drawn in ecstatic smile. And the looks of shock, astonishment, mocking delight and outright anger, all turned towards me as I gently touch the girl’s shoulder. “Til? Are you all right? What happened?” – I feign innocence, unnecessarily. A feeble answer, barely a moan. I shoo the spectators away, most leaving with only a few glances over their shoulders. The angry look stays, though, boring through me out of a pair of dark, attentive eyes, clearly unconvinced by my more than plausible act. But in the end it leaves as well. It always does, that look. Only to give way to a look of discontent and slight embarresment. “How long are you two going to do this?” – asks Til’s friend, Irene. The only one to remember these things. “Don’t ask me” is my usual impassive answer. And she understand it, herself. The only other person except myself, who knows about Mathilda’s secret. The last of the students are leaving the lecture room, but Til is still in her fantasy world and shows no sign of returning. Irene wants to leave, too, but stays, nervously glancing at the door, postponing the moment of passing through my spider web. Well, only one thing to do, then. I put Mathilda’s things into her bag and hang it on my shoulder. Then stoop and pick Til up, making sure her skirt does not hang loose, thus hiding a thick and quite full absorbent undergarment Mathilda’s wearing. “I still don’t get it, how you can carry her like that” pronounces Irene her usual phrase, meaning, of course, my less than muscular build. “It’s all in the mind, Irene” I answer customarily with a smile, stepping through the doorway and we both know it is indeed so.

Really? Thanks! I was unsure how it's going to be received, given the contents... Anyway, that's not really all, I'm planning to continue it, do you think it's worth it?

So, guys, I decided to try writing a story, based on some ideas I got and… well… I think I failed, mostly. What was supposed to be my first short ABDL story became a rather lengthy, unfinished manuscript about space travel with elements of not so common (as I see them) fetishes and a small portion of (ab)DL content. No idea, if you will like it or not – it may actually be too boring for some and too explicit for others. Anyway, I’d be grateful if you read it and told me your opinion. If you think it’s inappropriate for this site for any reason, feel free to delete it, but please, do tell me the reason for it. Also, sorry if there are mistakes (and there probably are a lot of them). This story is a work of fiction and any similarities of characters, places etc. with reality are purely coincidental. The story may contain material, inappropriate for readers under 18 years old or a respective legal age in corresponding countries. The author does not hold any responsibility for whatever actions a reader may take based on the content of this story. A Space Trip Gone Wrong Chapter 1 Emily sat down on her pilot seat and stretched. She’s just changed out of her bulky, uncomfortable anti-overload suit, having left the Earth’s gravity field behind and was now wearing loose pajama-like outfit, with her waist-long chestnut-colored hair tied in a high ponytail. Her spaceship that seemed so magnificent and powerful back on the launching track now looked pathetically tiny next to all the space hotels and intergalactic dreadnoughts that were drifting about lazily on the inner Earth orbit. Still impressed by the size and glory of the ships around, Emily guided her own shuttle onto the outer, less crowded orbit and punched in the course. Interstellar engines came to life with a faint vibration – a feeling, which Emily loved above all else in the space travel. In a few moments her ship was already speeding towards the rim of the Solar system, slowly gathering speed, its engines ready to fire a pulse, that would, in matter of seconds, take Emily deep into space, to a galaxy far, far away and beyond, should she wished so. Emily, a young, enthusiastic pilot in her early twenties, has shown considerable prowess in controlling all kinds of ships – from heavy unwieldy transports to swift racing pods – and has finally been entrusted with a long anticipated mission of establishing a trading agreement with a distant planet, located in a vast asteroid belt, that has only recently joined the Interstellar Community. Now, while the mission may sound rather important, Emily’s role in it was extremely small – she only had to deliver a hologram projector and ensure it worked properly. The rest would be done without her. Still, it was a great chance to enjoy the hospitality, usually offered only to high-ranking officials. Having made a final check of all the ship’s systems, Emily rose from the seat and walked over to the living area. She quickly swallowed some food, without actually tasting it properly, checked her mail, while it was still possible and went to bed, hoping to be out of the interstellar warp zone when she wakes up. Hell, not so fast, young lady! A shrill alarm literally exploded into Emily’s ears, throwing her out of bed, making her, still half-asleep, race for the control panel. DESTINATION LOST, said the screen in large flashing red letters. “How is it even possible?!” thought the girl, noticing immediately after that all the dials and meters were going insane, showing impossible numbers or just spinning wildly around. The control systems still worked, though and Emily punched the a panoramic view button, opening the side, the floor and the ceiling shutters, allowing her to see in all directions through a perfectly clear reinforced glass panes. What she saw made her freeze on the spot – right above her shuttle which, as she now realized, was stationary, loomed a giant dark shadow in the shape of an orb, only it looked like it was made of giant roots, all entwined firmly with each other. There were smaller orbs like that darting around the shuttle as well, flashing some kind of beams at it, almost as if scanning the Terran spaceship. Moments later a much more powerful, brighter beam shot itself from the giant mass of tangled roots towards the girl’s shuttle. The last thing Emily remembered was feeling, as if she was turning into a formless jelly and slowly evaporating into thin mist. Chapter 2 Emily woke up. Or rather suddenly realized she knew she existed and felt most of what must have been her body. She didn’t open her eyes just yet, instead just savoring the fact that she had eyes. She then shifted her attention to other parts of herself and found that, for the most part, she was fine. Except she couldn’t move her limbs. The girl finally opened her eyes and looked at her right hand. It lay beside her head, tied down to some soft, greenish floor with what seemed like a thick, hard, but slightly springy pipe made of rubber or silicone or something similar. Same with her right hand. As far as she could see and feel, the condition of her feet was similar. The next thing Emily knew, was that she had to pee. Badly. No knews there, though – she hasn’t been to a toilet after she woke up the last time and god knows how long it has been since then. “I should still be good for some time”, she thought. She hoped so, at least. Having nothing better to do, Emily shifted her gaze towards her surroundings. Everything around her had a strange shade of green or brown to it. On closer inspection, it was revealed, that the girl lay in what seemed to be a small cell, made entirely of moss-covered tree trunks, that grew so close to each other, that they formed seamless and rather smooth surfaces – slightly wavy walls, a soft, smooth floor and an arched ceiling. All this smoothness wasn’t natural, it was clearly man-made, whatever it was. Especially thinking back towards the massive root ball, that the girl saw just before fainting. Emily has never seen anything like this, no space encyclopedia ever had any similar structure listed on its pages. This must be some unknown civilization the Interstellar Community have not yet found! “How exciting!”, she thought – “And to think I’ll be the first to contact them!” Whoever “they” were, they didn’t let her stay alone with her thoughts much longer – a wall rustled open somewhere out of her sight, a shadow stepped onto the girl’s cell, threw something on the floor and made a series of clicking sounds, like a strange, oversized bird. Immediately Emily’s vision was obscured by some wide latex-like belt, that felt as if it was a living muscle, twisting and winding itself down from her eyes to the girl’s entire body, binding her now momentarily free arms to her sides, tying her legs tightly together so that she couldn’t move even if she tried very hard. She then felt rising off the floor, almost as if lifted by some magical force. But the “belt” restricting her movement was bulging and rolling its “muscles” underneath her, so that Emily assumed, it must be somehow responsible for lifting her off the ground. Chapter 3 “They” carefully transported her along many irregular turns and twists, sometimes even briefly moving along vertical walls and making Emily extremely uncomfortable from the hanging upside-down due to blood flowing to her head or because of increasing bladder pressure in what was usually an normal, standing position for her. All this rather long trip Emily has been trying to talk to whoever was walking alongside her. She kept telling “them” her name and home planet and asking about “theirs” in return, but to no avail, as it seemed. Several individuals were making various clicking sounds around her and it seemed, the more she talked, the more definite and sharp those sounds became. She was already starting to hope they were understanding her, when she was brought to a stop, lowered on some very soft, cushion-like surface, into which she immediately sunk pretty deeply before being unbound. As soon as the restricting belt slithered off her eyes, Emily was blinded by a strong pure-white light from overhead and couldn’t see a thing at first. When her eyes adapted to the light, she saw a shining orb hovering in the air high above her. The surface she lay upon was indeed a very soft ivory-white cushion, into which Emily’s body sunk so much, she could actually see about 20 centimeters of this cushion above her. It was like a dough, only warm, very light and… breathing?.. The clicking speech of the aliens continued around; it seemed, there were at least fifty of them, hidden from Emily’s view by the dough-like cushion she lay in. Then, suddenly, particularly sharp clicks could be heard and silence fell. More clicks and the Emily panicked, because she started sinking deeper into her cushion, but she only had time to gasp, before it closed over her mouth, briefly cutting off any air flow, making it impossible to breathe. But that lasted only a few moments – the girl was pushed up again, out of the dough, only now she found she was completely naked and her arms and legs were still inside the dough-like substance up to elbows and knees. She could still move them, but the substance, just like real dough back on Earth, was now sticky and stretchy and thick, making even moving a single finger a very slow and hard process. As if to compensate for this, the girl could now, for the first time, see her captors. In general, they had a more or less humane size and body shape, with only four limbs and even a head-like swelling in the right place. However, all the four limbs they were sporting had much more joints, than any creature of that size Emily has ever seen. These joints also seemed to be able to move in any direction and some of them had long, also jointed protrusions, which looked like fingers, except that their number varied greatly from just one to maybe about fifteen. If a human had similar system of limbs, he’d have had fingers growing not only on palms and feet, but also on shoulders, elbows, knees – almost everywhere. The next difference from humans was that these aliens were extremely hairy. They were all covered with long, straight fur growing all over their bodies. The eyes or ears or mouths were nowhere to be seen, although it was logical to believe, they were hidden beneath the fur on the head-like swelling on top and in between the upper limbs of the creatures. The colors of the fur also varied, with most aliens being different shades of brown, but there were some with greyish, silver and pure white fur and one with a deep purple color of fur, too strange to be natural. Of course, at that time Emily did not catch all those details. She was too frightened, scared out of her wits by everything, that was happening to her. She kept trying to talk to her captors, using soothing words and calm tones, as she was taught in the space academy, but that didn’t produce any effect. They either didn’t hear her or could not understand her. However, they were now staring intently at a silver-haired alien, who stood closest to the “cushion” Emily lay on. The alien clicked away like an old typewriter, probably speaking to all others. Then he turned towards Emily, extended his arm and pressed it against the side of the cushion. Something gurgled within it, the girl sank deeper into it and felt, with horror, that some liquid was flowing into the hollow she now was in. Her horror reached its peak when she realized, that the liquid, which was of a yellowish tint, was getting quickly absorbed by her body. But this quickly ended, the cushion pushed her up once again, without releasing its hold on Emily’s limbs and a yellow mist started rising from her body. It then formed into a complex, multilayered 3D model of the girl’s organism, complete with the contents of her bowels and now-almost-bursting bladder. It even showed the blood flow and what seemed like Emily’s brain activity. And, needless to say, the model immediately copied any movement the girl made. Chapter 4 “Interesting technology you have here” – made Emily another feeble attempt to make contact. “Never seen anything like this!” In fact, she was now talking at the same time as the silver-haired alien, who pointed with his long fingers various parts on the 3D model, seeming to be particularly interested in Emily’s mouth. “I wonder if we’ll ever be able to understand each other” – Emily was saying, when two dark-grey creatures approached her cushion. “Oh, do you want someth…eeeeh” she was abruptly grabbed by one of them by her lower jaw and had to stop speaking. The hold of the alien’s soft, almost silky fingers was harder than iron. The other one produced a thin thread, on the end of which hung some tiny orb, like a pearl. The alien clicked something to the orb and suddenly it had tiny legs and dropped from the thread directly into Emily’s mouth. She tried to close it or move her head, but the first alien held her tightly, as she felt the foreign object land into her mouth and scuttled onto her tongue. The next moment a piercing pain shot through the girl’s entire mouth, she shrieked sharply and jerked her head out of the weakening grip of the alien, but it was already too late – the orb, or whatever it was, has already firmly embedded itself into Emily’s tongue and was injecting her with something. The girl felt pain go away as cold numbness spread all across her tongue and into the rest of her mouth. She tried speaking, but could now only produce feeble sounds from her throat – “Aaaah… Eeeeeehhh… Aaeeiiaaahh…” So they silenced her… She’s been talking too much… At first Emily felt frustrated. Then had a fleeting thought that she could still shriek, but quickly decided against it, thinking that they can always do the same to her vocal cords, as they did to her tongue, rendering her totally mute. And she wanted to have at least some freedom of will, if she’s going to be their plaything. But it was only a beginning. The alien with a silver fur and some of the greys were now tracing the veins and nerves of the 3D model. After a while they finally focused their attention on the brain and the Silver dispatched some greys to do something to Emily again. This time they crowded around her bedhead, if such term can be used, and started prodding the cushion she lay upon with their long fingers. Long black slimy things rose from it around her head and with slurping sounds attached themselves first to Emily’s forehead, then to the rest of her head. Some clung to her spine as well. For a moment the girl felt slight dizziness, all her body seemed to momentarily relax. It was almost as if she completely lost all control over her own body for a fleeting moment. And then something strange happened. Her dough-like cushion suddenly shuddered and writhed, almost as if in pain, immense clicking broke out all around, grey-furred aliens rushed towards Emily’s bed, gathering somewhere around her midriff area… It was only moments later, that she realized she let go of her bladder and was actually peeing, right there, lying naked in front of all these alien creatures! “They must have done something to my nervous system, these long black things on my head!” she thought frantically, trying desperately to stop the powerful flow of pee. At last she succeeded. Her bladder did feel somewhat less full, but it certainly was far from being empty. So it wasn’t for long that she lost control, then… This didn’t change anything, though. She hadn’t had accidents since childhood and it was extremely humiliating to have one in general, not to mention doing it in front of so many… err… creatures. But it appeared, that the source of commotion was not her immature act – it seemed, that her accident has somehow damaged the cushion she lay on, as it was now very hot and shaking violently, like an animal in fever. Emily could not see, what was going on there, but the aliens certainly were severely shocked at what had happened. While the small mob was continuing to click and clatter around her, three grey aliens busied themselves with the black “worms” clinging to the girl’s head, unceremoniously ripping them off, although without causing Emily much discomfort. After finishing that, they shooed others away and lifted Emily off the still hot and shuddering cushion, which has released the girl’s arms and legs now. Frightened, but still very much interested in the occurring events, Emily twisted her head so she could see what was happening underneath her, as grey-haired aliens held her over the cushion. As she watched, she saw it shrink in size and slowly retract, as if deflating, into the floor. The girl couldn’t help noticing a darker stain, almost a burn, where her pee must have leaked. Almost as soon as the cushion disappeared, another one sprouted from the same place. This one was light blue in color, but was otherwise, as Emily found out after being lowered on her new “bed”, exactly the same as the first one. The moment alien hands holding Emily let go of her, she blue cushion secured her arms and legs the same way as before. Again someone started prodding the dough near the girl’s head and the same black long leech-like tubes rose from the depth of the “bed”. But this time they didn’t immediately attach themselves to her head. All the aliens seemed to be waiting for something as well. Quite soon, there came an alien, holding a bubble of jelly in its hands. The bubble was passed to the Silver, who stayed beside Emily all this time. The Silver, then, walked towards the girl’s bed and, carefully consulting the 3D hologram model of her body, placed something cold and slimy he produced from inside the bubble onto either side of Emily’s lower belly. Despite anxiety and fear, Emily could do nothing. She tried feeling her body, but couldn’t feel anything special, except fast breathing and frantic heartbeats. Then the Silver made a series of sharp clicks and… “Aaaeeeeeiiiieeeeh!..” screamed Emily. An excruciating pain shot through the girl’s body – it was a miracle she managed to stay conscious at that moment – the could feel something under those two slimy objects burrowing deep inside her lower abdomen, causing terrible pain with each passing second. “What are they doing?! What are they going to do to me?!” she kept thinking through painful waves, spreading all over her, almost swallowing her whole… Suddenly, the pain stopped. Not like when they had her silenced, with a numbing coolness (which she could still feel on her tongue), but was simply gone as suddenly as it started. Instead she felt two tiny electric-like stings somewhere deep inside herself, in the vicinity of the bladder. The girl strained to look at the model hologram and saw, that there were two fine tree-like structures embedded into her now, both starting from the surface of her skin, both entangling themselves around her still very full bladder. “Are they going to numb my bladder too?” she thought. “But what for? I’m no expert, but wouldn’t that just repeat what happened before?” Oh, you’ve never been so wrong yet, child. The Silver, who did all that now tapped the two tiny blueish bulbs on Emily’s lower belly. At first nothing happened. And then… Then came a shock, both electrical and otherwise, as Emily’s bladder shuddered momentarily, painfully contracting, but unable to empty because of yet even more powerfully contracted sphincters, stimulated by a rush of low-voltage but strong and steady electric current. Numbing her bladder wasn’t the alien’s plan, no. They, for a reason known to them only, meant to prevent her from releasing her hold on it. No matter how she tried, no matter how she strained, she could not let go and only brought more pain onto herself. And so she knew, that she’ll be forced to hold it until the now-constant electric buzzing in her bladder sphincters stopped or until she died being unable to pee in this strange place filled with strange creatures. Chapter 5 The creatures, however, were once again busy at work. For the second time Emily felt her body (well, most part of it) relax for a moment, as leech-tubes connected to her head and spine. Several silver and white haired aliens walked forward and pulled, from within the blue “bed” identical leech-tubes, attaching them to their own heads. And then it started – images flashed before Emily’s eyes. Images of places she’s been to, of things she’s done, of people she’s met. Familiar smells filled her nostrils and with her numb, unfeeling mouth she could even taste, although very lightly, the tastes she remembered so well… “They must be watching my memories of Earth” Emily thought. This was indeed so. However, the hairy aliens did not seem interested in technology or armaments of her home planet – these memories flashed by barely letting the girl realize what she was remembering. Others, though, lingered long and strong. They all depicted some information of the work of human body. Memories of visiting a restroom, an anatomy lesson back at school, sex education lessons (to which the aliens seemed to pay close attention), the first time Emily touched herself and the feelings and emotions of the climax flooding her again, overwhelming, threatening to knock her out… The girl did not know how long this weird cinema went on – after a while she lost track of things and just lay there, like a broken doll. She came to her senses, when they, once more, started removing the leech-tubes from her head. Other aliens busied themselves with the girl’s 3D model, that was still floating above her. They were excitedly chattering, jabbing their fingers at the model and at her own body. She did not yet know, what they have prepared for her, but she was sure it would not be pleasant. And she was right in this one. *** There came black-furred aliens, bearing variously colored bubbles, which they placed beside Emily upon her cushion. The bubbles immediately got absorbed into the cushion, the girl could feel something brewing inside it. She braced, preparing for more pain, but instead there came something, which Emily did not anticipate. Tubes of different colors rose out of her cushion and attached themselves to her body. Thinner tubes pinned themselves all over her skin, others, that were thicker and darker in color… Oh, god!.. One fell upon her mouth and squirming like a living worm, forced it’s way deep down Emily’s throat. She’d have choked if she could, but somehow, this was impossible. The tube came to rest somewhere in her gullet, leaving the trachea untouched and free, thankfully. “At least they seem to realize how my body works”, she thought. “Maybe our anatomy is not that… Oh!” – Emily’s thoughts were interrupted as something soft and slimy made it’s way into her private parts. “Are they going to?… Don’t tell me this is going to be my first!…” – she screamed inside her head, but before she could finish her though, the thing stopped moving somewhere just before Emily’s hymen. Another shock, as a similarly slimy worm made its way into the girl’s backside entrance. This time, though, it went much, much further and she watched in awe as it’s outline moved through her intestines on the 3D model, feeling, at the same time the same strong, muscular movements deep within her own body. The “worm”, or whatever it was, quickly came to a stop and went slowly sliding backwards, until only a small part of it remained within Emily’s bottom. The aliens watched all this intently and as all tubes stopped moving, started pushing at Emily’s “bed”. And soon she found out why. The first to move again was the tube in Emily’s rear – the girl’s eyes widened as some frothing substance was pushed, with pressure, into her. Within seconds her belly expanded incredibly, hurting like it was about to burst, but the flow went on. She could swear it passed all through the intestines, surged into her stomach and was now steadily flowing into her gullet, where another tube was lodged. Suddenly the flow stopped, but instead, the throat tube pulsed once and released a torrent of what seemed to be air, pushing all the liquid from Emily’s insides outward. It was a unique feeling and although, thanks to the worm-tube in her bottom, did not feel much of what was coming out, the sensation of frothing solution rushing out of her intestines was so intense, that the girl was lost in feeling and pleasure and shamefully climaxed right there, curving her body, making small sounds (that were the best she was capable of at that moment). This produced another commotion among the aliens. As soon as the air torrent within Emily stopped, they rushed towards her bed and started pushing at it again. This time the tube, connecting to Emily’s private parts twitched and she could feel some kind of gel flowing slowly inside her. There was no pressure, no pain – just a very familiar cool sensation, similar to that, which enveloped her tongue. The gel flowed into the girl’s uterus, filling it up, numbing it, removing all feeling. The final sensation was that of a tube withdrawing and then all the perception down there was gone. “Why are they doing this?”, Emily wondered with strange calmness. “Have they found her climax dangerous somehow? Have they, perhaps, felt all the same she had felt, remembering her first session with herself and decided it was not good?” She could only guess. But the work continued. This time the tube in Emily’s throat pulsed and a cascade of some liquid mush flowed right down into her stomach. It did not last long, but long enough to make her feel uncomfortably full, after which the tube thinned and withdrew. At the same time the girl felt someone working about her anus and, straining, saw the Silver from before, who seemed to be running his fingers about her anal sphincter. But then, for the third time now, pain shocked the girl as something bit into the sensitive skin right at the sphincter. This was too much for poor Emily as she fainted and did not know, what was done to her until several hours later, when she woke up back in her original cell… Chapter 6 Waking up was a pain. Literally. Emily woke with a start because of a twinge in her bladder and realized, that it was still very full, spasming and buzzing with electric current. The next thing she realized was that she was being lowered onto the soft mossy floor. As a restricting belt fell off, freeing her limbs and eyes, the girl saw two grey aliens beside her. One was holding a large wad of some soft-looking plants. Both creatures seemed completely uninterested in Emily. One walked over to a wall on her left side and started tapping it with some rhythm. The other stayed where he was, almost absolutely motionless. Emily used the chance to find out, what they did to her, while she was out and check on her already known installments. First, she tried to speak and failed. Touching her limp tongue with her fingers revealed there was a slight, metal-cold swelling in the center of her tongue, fused perfectly with her own flesh. Next Emily moved her hands down and found, by touch, two similar swellings on her lower belly. Carefully pressing on them left her with a strange sensation of springs moving around her bladder. But no pain came. Then the girl cautiously, glancing at both aliens, slid her hand between her thighs… and froze with shock. There was nothing there. Not only were her pubic hair gone, but her private parts also seemed displaced! She could not feel anything, no matter how she rubbed or scratched, neither on the inside, nor on the outside. A more careful, scrupulous search showed, however, that this was not entirely true – they were just covered with a layer of soft, but springy, almost rubber material, clinging so strongly to her skin, that it was almost impossible to discern it from the skin. A tiny hole was present in the material. This somewhat reassured Emily, because that meant the aliens knew she had to relieve her bladder in order to function. And so she shifted her attention to her backside entrance. With slight fear, she probed around her sphincter, but could not find anything out of ordinary. Except that it felt a bit swelled up. She tried clenching or unclenching it, but nothing happened. Her own muscles did move, she could feel that, but the sphincter stayed stone-shut. “What have they done to me? Why?!” thought Emily desperately as she placed her hands on her chest. And jerked them away with fright – her breasts, young, plump sensitive breasts had no feeling to them at all! They seemed to be compressed down to her body and lacked absolutely any sensation! She looked down and saw a sky-colored tint to them and a latex-like glint. Whatever covered her breasts seemed like a strong, compressing film, that contoured Emily’s curves perfectly and, at the same time prevented her from feeling anything in that region. She desperately tried to determine, what else had been done to her, but could not find anything. Meanwhile, the alien finished tapping on the wall and clicked something to the other one, who was holding a grass wad. Immediately, the wad was thrown over Emily’s lower abdomen. She thought it was to cover her up, but, as if following the aliens’ clicky instructions, the wad wound itself tightly, enveloping Emily’s nether region and tummy up to her navel. The aliens left immediately after. The girl lay for some time, motionless, then moved her hand down, to touch her new installment. It was soft, softer yet on the inside (where she could not get here hand, as the grasses or whatever it was stuck tightly to her skin). It resembled high-waist underwear on Earth, only was much, much thicker, making it impossible for Emily to properly close her legs. It was almost as if a… a diaper, remembered she the proper word. Why would she need it, though? Aren’t they restricting her ability to relieve herself? The answer came shortly after – suddenly the electric buzzing around her bladder stopped and Emily realized she could now control bladder function. She had to go, desperately and she was able to do it now. But why a diaper? Why not just let her use a toilet or something? The girl decided to leave these questions for later and struggled clumsily to her feet, hindered by her thick garment. “It would make walking a challenge”, she thought. Next she tried peeing, but nothing happened. It was much harder to release into her “clothes” than in a proper toilet, she realized. It took her several minutes before Emily finally succeeded in relaxing enough to start the flow, but… The odds were clearly against her. As soon as a few drops of pee escaped her bladder, a slight electric shock shook her body and her bladder was once again locked in a frustrating buzzing sensation, still bursting with pee… *** Intermediate Epilogue Over the next passing days Emily, through trial and error, learned the ropes of life in her cell. The main problem for her was peeing. The devices, paralyzing her bladder, seemed to turn off at random times for random intervals of time. It could be off several times for just a few seconds over a span of a minute or could stay off up to a half an hour. At first Emily found it difficult to adapt to the whims of the strange devices, but as time went, it became more and more normal for her to let go whenever the electric shocking stopped. She learned to do it in almost any position, but waking up was still a pain – in the “morning” Emily’s bladder was full and sore and she usually had to wait for quite a long time, before the devices would let her relieve herself. Doing it in her “diaper” was not very pleasant at first, but soon she found the feeling of warmth spreading all over its inside part, thirsty, inflating as it absorbed the pee, rather soothing and relaxing. Then there was also a matter of going number two. The girl though, that whatever sealed her anal sphincter would release its hold similarly to the two bladder electrocuters and dreaded such moment, but she was wrong. Only by accident she found out how the thing worked. A platform, on which one could sit protruded out of one wall, connected to the floor. Once Emily, tired of lying down or walking about, sat down on that platform and was surprised, when her arms and legs were bound with straps of living muscles so that she couldn’t move. Her “diaper”, normally a sealed bundle, fell apart, returning to an original state of a wad of grass. It then retracted into the seat beneath her, but instead of being wrapped up into another grass bundle, as Emily expected by that time, she felt a familiar tube penetrate her now loosened rear sphincter. At the same time another equally familiar tube descended from the ceiling and shot into the girl’s mouth, stopping, as before, somewhere in the middle of her gullet. She thought she’d be filled up with something, like last time, and was quite right. But before it happened, a familiar cool, numbing sensation passed from the rear tube into the depth of Emily’s intestines, blacking out anything she might have felt. Then she saw her tummy distend before her eyes, contract once again, the only feeling being the almost bursting skin on her belly, and a flow of mush started from her mouth tube, again, directly into her stomach. The same uncomfortable fullness followed, after which both tubes retracted and the alien grasses, once again, bound themselves tightly, seamlessly, around her, forming a new “diaper”. That way Emily, at once, found out the way they were going to feed her, dispose of her solid (or maybe not so solid, considering what she’s been fed with) waste and to change her “diapers”. She decided not to do it too often though, because all she had to go through was rather unpleasant. A nice surprise, for a change, was that the numbing sensation of her intestines wore off after a short amount of time. That way Emily lived for a while in her solitary cell, mostly sleeping, rarely doing gymnastics to keep herself at least a bit fit. she could not say, how much time passed since her initial capture, but she knew, than no one has yet realized, that something has gone wrong neither on Earth nor on the receiving planet. so she could only wait.

I haven't worn disposable diapers for more than 18 hours without a break, but I also haven't ever heard about any harmful effects of diapers, except an obvious diaper rash, which usually happens if changing irregularly and not cleaning the area properly. It's also pretty easy to treat, usually.

The first one I've read. It's also the first ABDL-horror story I've seen , which actually qualifies as "horror".

Damn, are you serious? A horror story, really? I've read all kinds of shit, but that's definitely something new. And rather disturbing.

Great thing they work for you in such an unexpected way. Also, personally I find, that preparing some speech beforehand and trying to follow it never gets me anywhere good. I'm nervous, afraid to forget... But if I just draw up a short, several-phrases-long plan and speak my own thoughts on the outlined topics, it's always a success. So yeah, focusing on something else instead of what you're trying to say is sometimes a good idea.

When it just started, I thought I knew what's coming. Nope, wrong. It's actually pretty good. A plausible explanation, the story... The only thing I didn't entirely like is how long it is. I'm sure it could be told in a less lengthy way. But it's one of those stories, that you can actually enjoy even if the diaper part wasn't present. I like that.

Well, yes, sure, that's what diapers are for but still... I mean, I know for sure I can't make anything like you guys posted here and I can't really feel, that your devices are safe, either... Not that I don't doubt things made by medical companies, but the fact that those products "are said" to have been officially tested kind of reassures me... But at the same time I really want to try these stents you guys showed here...