littleTomás

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 ???

I'd never thought of making rules for myself before. That's a really great idea!