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Here's another quick update. Things have been busy for me of late, but hopefully I'll be back soon with more! Chapter 4 Rahul It’d been two weeks since the product meeting and beginning a rebranding process to differentiate our formula from imported products when I got the strangest phone call ever. It started with Jacob walking into my office saying, “Rahul, someone’s on the line who claims to be from the FBI, but the phone number came through as being from Australia. Sounds pretty fishy to me, but should I put them through? They said they need to talk to you right away and were calling to tell you an agent is on their way over here.” “Um yeah, I’ll talk to them, but it seams pretty strange if you ask me.” “Ok, I’ll patch them through to your office line.” A minute later my phone rang and I picked it up saying, “This is Rahul Rodrigues, CEO of Health Shakes Daily speaking. How may I help you?” In my usual over-the-phone ‘white voice.’ “Yes, Mr. Rodrigues this is FBI Special Agent Ito and I’m calling to let you know that I’d like to speak with you imminently and am arriving at your office with my partner Agent Anand. If you’re in the middle of a meeting that’s fine with us but we will wait for an opportunity to talk to you today.” “Ok, I’m free now, but can I ask for what reason you need to speak to me?” “I’d rather not mention that over the phone, but this is a voluntary interview Mr. Rodrigues. However, we could make it non-voluntary, but would rather not take that route.” With that I wrapped up the phone conversation and waited for the two well-dressed agents to walk into my office with an air of professionality and authority. I worry that it’s possible they are concerned about my company’s product being a drug, but in that case why wouldn’t the DEA or FDA be talking to me? This whole thing seemed beyond me, and yet I’m at the very center of it. Am I going to be led out of here in handcuffs? “Hello Mr. Rodrigues, FBI Special Agent Ito.” Agent Ito said to me as they reached out their hand. It was handshakes and introductions all around as the two agents took a seat across from me and asked me to turn off my phone. They’d already closed the door behind them. “Mr. Rodrigues, you’re probably wondering why we’re here today,” Agent Anand said to me in a tone that is probably casual for an agent, but comes across as off-putting. “We’re going to be recording this conversation, so you are on-the-record, but you are not under arrest. We are here today because we think you may have some information that could help us in an active investigation we’re working on. You are not the subject of said investigation so you have nothing to worry about. However, you do have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights?” “Yes, I do.” “And are you waiving your right to have an attorney present here?” “I am waiving my right to an attorney present.” “Ok, Mr. Rodrigues, what do you know about Dimension 367A, commonly referred to as the Amazon Dimension or Baby Dimension?” I realized right away where this interview could go. Unauthorized portals are illegal and that would define what had happened back at North Carolina Institute of Technology. However, at the time there was no law preventing that from being a crime at the time, so I couldn’t be prosecuted for it. Yet, if they found me then they’d probably found Jack, Professor Brown, and Sophia. Which means there’s no telling what they know about me. Also, it was pretty clear that Agent Anand was going to do most of the talking and Agent Ito was just there to play off of whatever Anand was doing. Unless that portal was still active, but there’s no way they could know about it because we built a new device for the authorized portal that opened up. “Well, my company synthesized our own healthy dietary supplement protein shake that’s similar to imported ‘little formula’ from Dimension 367A, but has more benefits and fewer side effects.” “That’s all well and good, but have you ever been to Dimension 367A?” “No, I have never been outside this dimension,” I tried to shrug it off with a chuckle, but it almost certainly came across as nervous and unconvincing. “Mr. Rodrigues, let’s just be straightforward with each other here. Clearly you know more then you’re telling us, and we know more than we’re telling you, so why don’t you think really hard about this question and give us an honest answer,” Agent Ito said in contribution to the interview. “Mr. Rodrigues, have you ever been to Dimension 367A?” Agent Anand asked. I wanted to come clean, but there was no way I could. I think the only connection they had between me and the portal was the formula, but I couldn’t know what the other had said. It was all just too much. If I told them the truth, they’d be sure to nail me on one set of charges or another. So yet again, I took my internal path of least resistance and said with less confidence, “No, I’ve never traveled to another dimension.” Agent Anand pressed on saying, “Look, we’re here voluntarily and your talking to us voluntarily. Let’s keep it that way and not issue take this to court, ok? Rahul, your company’s formula is based in chemical compounds that we didn’t know existed until this product hit the market. Yet, they just so happen to be almost identical to this imported product form dimension 367A. This leads me to believe that you somehow got some of their product and synthesized your own. Now, your company is safe. No one is suing you and we’re not here to pass judgment on your business. We just think that you may have some information about this dimension that could be useful to us. So, for real this time, please tell us what you know.” “Shit,” That was all I could say in the moment as I looked down. They had me nailed for something and I was stuck. “If I tell you what I know will it make my life better?” “We can’t say for sure, but your prospects will look a lot nicer if you tell us what you know now and not in court,” Agent Anand said with a sympathetic look in his eye. “I visited that dimension accidentally during my second year of undergrad at NCIT. I was following a friend who’d vanished through a portal that was in the basement. When I left that dimension, I carried back with me a bag that had ‘little formula’ in it. That’s how I got the new chemical compounds.” “What’s it like over there? We need a report of information that’s untainted by tourists.” “The Amazons treat humans as babies. They have native humans who to my knowledge are babied their whole lives. Apparently, the place I was at was the best place for humans, but other ‘schools’ don’t let grown adults work or learn. I’d estimate the average Amazon size at around 13’ tall and probably 350 or 400 pounds. We are as powerful physically compared to them as a two-year-old is when compared to us. If I hadn’t managed to leave when I did, I would have been permanently ‘adopted’ by an Amazon who would have babied me my entire life.” I hated to say it, but there was a part of me that wanted to stay. Wanted to say with Jack and Daddy Dan. I could have had a good life over there and I wouldn’t have ever gotten into this mess. There wouldn’t be a company selling formula that America was having a conversation about it being the new drug destroying society. I wouldn’t have been rich there, but I would have never wanted for anything that Daddy Dan couldn’t have provided me. Things would have been simple that way. Returning made things much more complicated. It created as much opportunity for me as it did problems. “And the portal itself? Any idea where that’d be or who would know about its whereabouts?” I told them about Professor Brown, Jack, and Sara. It all came spilling out right there and the agents soaked it up like a diaper. They shook my hand again, thanked me for my time, and said that no charges were going to be filed. I guess I’d done the right thing then. I’d had a problem that they’d created, but then they took that problem away. I guess sometimes powerful tech gets taken by the most powerful people. I guess that’s the way it should be, but what do the powerful want with more power? The machine just thirsts for more in a never-ending cycle of conquest and oppression. I’d just done my part to help that machine and to protect the small about of power that I held. I’d never see any FBI agents again. My business would thrive into the future unobstructed. Jack and I would grow rich and we’d be happy together. That’s the ending I wanted my story to have. But since when did life deal you a fairytale deck? When I first walked through that portal was when I had the opportunity to live in a fantasy land forever. That’s when I was dealt my fairytale deck, but I folded. I only returned because of Jack. He learned to accept me as a little over time and it’s a beautiful thing what love can do. However, it’s clear to me now that my second year at NCIT will haunt me for the rest of my life. That fateful step into the void had changed my life forever and things could never be simple ever again.

Wow! I guess I shouldn't be surprised that they have a program which trains teen girls into being reliant on their diapers, but I'm still taken aback by it. I would have thought that given time Maisie would have learned to accept the diapers and move on with her life, but I guess Sugar had other ideas. Hummm, this is getting very interesting. I'm still waiting for the signature S&P twist that'll come at the end of the story ?

I get the feeling like our main character won't be able to return to his adult state. Also, I'm fairly confident that he's going to need a crib to keep him safe from rolling out of bed.

I agree with Daddy! (That's one of my favorite things to say, lol) This story you created has caused all of us, myself included, to feel an emotional attachment to the story. Maisie is causing such a deep emotional response from the audience because we all see parts of ourselves in her. We see positive aspects of ourselves in her fierce independence, but we also see negative aspects of ourselves in her unfailing desire to want to conform to society and be accepted by others. Everyone has been through that phase of their life and it makes us uncomfortable to confront feelings we often would rather forget. However, the point of writing isn't to make everyone happy all the time. Sometimes, it's good to force ourselves to confront what makes us uncomfortable because that's what helps us grow into better people. ??? Tomás

Love the concept! Would like to see more of Tracy's story, but this is an interesting take on the reformatory school archetype.

Great chapter! I can’t wait for more. Poor Sean needs more legal protection for sure ?

At long last, Sugar's aggressive side fully comes out.

Just putting in a dotted line brake would be perfect.

Not exactly the response I was expecting, but there's a lot more character development of Mace and Sugar now, so I like that!

Getting inspired is fantastic! But yeah, sunburns are the worst. If I'm going somewhere and packing sunscreen, then I'm also packing aloe.

Hey, at the end of the day we ALL look silly having sex. Basically everyone's got a thing or things that turn them on and society selected ones that were "ok" and "deviant." And ya know what? I absolutely love Deviant Art. It's a site where artists can express the sexual part of themselves through art. As for your partner, you just have to have honest conversations about stuff you like and don't like in regards to sex. Odds are, your partner has something that turns them on that they haven't told you about because they're embarrassed by it. Watch porn together, read erotica together, shop online for a sex toy together, or have a nude cocktail hour where y'all discuss your turn-ons. Also, you don't have to tell your partner everything about ABDL all at once. That's probably not the best way to do it. Introduce elements of it slowly. If you're into the cuddly side of things then watch a Disney movie together while you lay in your partner's lap. If you're into the more naughty side of things then try spanking. Lots of "vanilla couples" enjoy spanking. Above all, just keep communicating honestly your thoughts and feelings. When there's a mutual understanding of how everyone in a relationship feels the relationship grows stronger.

It's like the time my friend who has 0 caffeine tolerance asked for tea at 8 pm. She asked me if it'd keep her up and I said I could sleep on it after 2 hours. However, I drink at least 2 cups of coffee per day. She was up all night. Not my fault, lol. I told her what the tea did to me, but wouldn't know what it'd do to her.

At long last, the truth comes out. I'm curious to see where things go.

So this is where the routine shall brake and the mighty shall fall? Only time will tell.

Welcome Dragon Diaper Emperor! There are many active members who do role-play, so just head over to that forum and you'll be sure to find what you're looking for there. Also be sure to check out some of the other forms where people share tips, tricks, advise, and experiences that only other ABDL's would get. Welcome, Little Tomás

First off, Welcome to this site. The other people who've posted here have offered some awesome advice. I'll just take this opportunity to share some podcasts that helped me a lot on my journey towards self-acceptance. The podcasts listed there are all interviews with Dr. Rhoda Lipscomb who's a therapist that specializes in ABDL. One thing I can say for sure is that this does get easier if you accept yourself. I've found that when I let myself wear diapers and regress I feel so much happier and function better as an adult. Feel free to PM me if you want to chat and know that the community here has your back. Best, Little Tomás

Hello and Welcome! You came to the right place to learn more about this wonderful community, so come sit down and enjoy. Little Tomás

I like the sister's relationship and how it's getting better. I just am waiting for the next moment when Maisie gets put into diapers.

Chapter 4: Alexander I didn’t know how long it’d been since I was shoved in the back of a car, but I’d clearly been out for a long time because I was in a cage of some sorts. However, this cage had no top which was helpful and had a padded floor that wasn’t that uncomfortable. At first, I thought I was naked, but I soon realized that I was wearing something that crinkled like a plastic trash bag. Was that a diaper? Was I seriously in a diaper! This has got to be the most fucked up kidnapping ever. It then occurred to me that what I’d initially thought was a cage, was actually a crib and this was a nursery sized for an adult. It was straight out of a tabloid magazine or one of those weird TLC specials that you watch in a hotel when you’re too lazy to do pay-per-view. I was wearing a diaper and in a giant nursery after being drugged and kidnapped from a bar. What the fuck are the odds of that happening? Apparently, there’s a non-zero chance of that happening nowadays. Regardless, I need to find a way out of here and the first step is to get out of this diaper. I guess I may get arrested for indecent exposure when I leave, but jail sure as hell beats this. As I reached down to un-tape my diaper, I noticed I’d been sucking on something in my mouth the whole time. I couldn’t see what it was, but it felt like a pacifier. Of course, that’d be right on par with this situation. However, it was strapped to my head and there wasn’t a way I could get it off my just feeling. I’d need to find a mirror once I get out of here. When my hand made contact with the surface of where the diaper tape was, I felt an electric shock. I screamed shit as loud as I could, but no sound came out because of the pacifier gag. I couldn’t see anything unusual about the diaper, but clearly, I was getting shocked somehow. I grabbed the fuzzy blanket in the crib and tried touching it with that, but I still got shocked! I tried one more time this time attempting to ignore the pain and just rip off the tapes, but I couldn’t grab the tapes. There was some kind of cover over my diapers that prevented me from getting at the tapes and the pain from the electricity was becoming very painful. I started to cry uncontrollably and wet my diaper out of pure pain and frustration! What was happening to me? I stood up in the crib and put my hands on the top bar expecting to get shocked but thankfully nothing happened. Ok, so not everything here will electrocute me; that’s good information to know. I guess I’m just going to have to escape in a diaper. I work out three times a week so without too much difficulty I was able to vault out of the crib. However, my added clumsiness from the thick diaper meant I landed on my feet and the preceded to fall on my butt immediately with a loud thud. I guess the saving graces of this diaper were that I wasn’t covered in pee from wetting myself and it broke my fall quite nicely. I glanced around nervously expecting one of my captors to walk through the open door, but nothing happened. As I eyed the door with cautious optimism, I noticed my salvation lying on the floor: a set of car keys! That was how I’d get out of here! I just needed to get the keys and then get to the car. I toddled through the doorway, peaking down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. And then I carefully tiptoed towards the keys. I reached for the keys like they were the holy grail and I tried not make any noise as I plucked them off the floor. As soon as I’d picked up the keys, I heard the unusual sound of rope moving very rapidly. I was confused and stunned because before my body could react, I got extreme vertigo as I was flipped upside-down and suspended from the ceiling. I then realized that if I’d just looked up before grabbing the keys, I would have easily seen the trap that I was now ensnared in. The next thing I heard was the sound of laughter coming from downstairs and shortly thereafter a 6’1” women with black hair pulled back into a bun and green eyes that burned like a raging fire, confidently strode up the stairs with a huge fucking grin on her face. She then pinched my cheek and said in the most condescending tone I’d ever heard, “What do we have here? Did little baby Allie try to drive Mommy Audrey’s car? Aww, you should know you’re too little for that. Let’s get you into a more comfortable position, shall we?” I thought she was going to release me and put me back in the crib, but I should have known better. I glared at her with my “I want to slit your fucking throat” look as she reached into the hallway closet to pull out 12 lengths of rope. Of course! She was going to tie me up even more. Just what I needed right now. I’d been trying to fiddle with the rope holding me up by my feet with my hands, but the first thing she did was tie my hands before making a chest harness and suspending me from the round support beam that hung from the celling at a 35-degree downward angle. It was more comfortable than my blood rushing to my head constantly, but something told me I was going to be here for a while. I struggled against the harness, but it wasn’t going to budge. I guess escape was out of the question for the time being as the woman who called herself Mommy Audrey grabbed my head turning it up towards her saying, “Now you’re going to think about how naughty you were and how little baby boys belong in their cribs when mommy puts them there.” With that she was gone and I was left to take stock of my situation yet again. I realized that the effects of whatever drug I’d smoked probably hadn’t fully worn off or I could have been drugged again in the car on the way here. Also, clearly the escape thing was a setup and this woman was a huge sadist. I guess for the time being I was going to have to stall for time as I figured out a way to actually get out of here. However, it was clear to me that this woman held all the cards here and until I could figure out what she wanted; I had no chance of getting out. This day absolutely sucked. To make matters worse, it was getting late and I was tired. I guess I’d either not get sleep or learn to sleep well suspended from the ceiling.

Such a cute little baby boy! I wonder if he'll ever go back to being a big boy?

Oh this is about to get real, real, real, good ? I think someone is going to get punished for cursing and having wet panties!

I like how the sister’s relationship is growing. It’s becoming more loving and less transactional.

??? Admiral! Flight Engineer at your service!

So now the title makes sense! I was wondering where Narnia played into a story about a dude in school.

Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again I think y’all know the rest ???