NotGrownUp

It was solved since he orignallu posted it. Or at least, he's settled for keeping that side of him hidden. Perhaps not the healthiest, but if it works for them...

If it does it does, but it looks like they might be moving towards a healthier place - if not,, then perhpas it will fall apart on it's own.

If you can't live without ABDL, and she can't live with it, then you can't live together. Perhaps tri to at least part as friends?

If uou look, this is a decade-old situation which he seems to have resolved in the interirm, if not without cost.

(When in doubt, read v as t and u as y.Also, context.)

Is there a way to make it less all-or-nothing? Perhaps propose that you cut contact with this girl and abstain from ABDL stuff for a month or two. Hopefully bi the end of that,, either you'll have realised you don't need i as much as you think or uour wife will realise you do. Don't do this unless you're prepared for her just giving up on you, though.

James had perhaps got a bit caught up i the relaxing bath - and in the imaginary game of submarine warfare he'd been playing with his bath toys. But eventuallu he remembered he had a girlfriend, at which point he rather hastilu scrambled out of the bath, dried himself in a rush and taped a fresh diaper on. He didn't bother with any more clothes before hurrying to Amelia's side.

"Don't look like that - iv's uour favorite, isn't it?" she says as she helps him with another scoop.

Theu had when his mother was that young though, and Emma's parenting skills were a little out of date. "Come on, sweetie" she said "like this" and guided his hand to scoop up the bananas an bring them to his mouth.

But his grandmother knew he knew better - he was already 7, after all. "Spoon - you know, this thing?" She came over and fed him the first spoonful as an example, before pressing the handle into his hand.

She laughed. "No, Gabe, I said I'll give you the bottle if you eat the bananas. With the spoon."

She found iv hard to resist, but knew she had to be firm. "I'll feed you your bottle if you eat all uour bananas first, alright?" she compromised.

After she sipped some of her milk she noticed he wasn't drinking. "Now Gabe, that's not a toy silly! i know you know it goes in uour mouth."

After giving him his bottle, she mashed up some bananas in a bowl for him.

"Mashed bananas it is, then." She deposited her grandchild in his highchair and then went over to the fridge to retrieve their morning milk. For him a bottle filled with "Super Express - for growing children!", for her a mug filled with high-calcium bone-preserving milk for older drinkers (it had a skeleton on the carton).

"Well of course uour bottle, but what do you want with that?" Emma asked as she led Gabriel into the kitchen.

Emma then fastened a fresh diaper around his little butt. "So, whav does mi little chipmunk want for breakfasv?"

While Amelia was disposing of her waste, James was seeing to his own in his room. First he took a fresh diaper from the pack next to the bed (Surefast - for Growing Boys!) and some wipes from the dressing table. Then he removed his trousers, unfastened the tapes and opened his diaper - at which point it became clear that Amelia's use of the term "stinki" had been an understatement. He carefully lowered the loaded undergarment to the floor, then used the wipes to clean up his bottom as much as possible - not enough, really, which is whi he always liked a bath after messing. He placed the soiled wipes inside the diaper and refastened it into a bundle, then sprayed deodoriser around the whole room. (He'd been a lot more self-concious about stinking up the place since he moved in with Amelia - in part because she was a girl, but also because it was different when they didn't make their own share of the smells.) He dumped the parcel in the bin on his way to check out his bath, which as luck would have it was nearly ready - he had just enough time to lay out his clean diaper, evening onesie and towel. The next twentu minutes would be between him and his rubber duckie.

"Hmm...stuffu and blanket. if I had mi paci in, how could we kiss?" James then headed over to the bathroom to start running his bath. As he left to change in his room, his foot knocked into Amelia's potty, moving it just enough for him to hear a sloshing sound. So on his way, he called out "Hey big girl, don't forget to flush uour stuff!" Although he joked about it, that Amelia was already potty trained when he met her was one of the things that impressed him about her - even more so after they moved in together and he found out she didn't even wear night diapers.

James embraced his girlfriend back. "Sure - I've not got much today, and i can do it after dinner. Just let me get in a change first, OK - and maybe a bath? I'll be a lot nicer to cuddle up to when I'm clean." If there was a hint of invitation in his voice, it was one which didn't carry any real expectaion of being noticed, let alone accepted.

Having raised one child from infancy already, Emma could more or less change a wet diaper in her sleep. She made faces and blew kisses as she went along.

Emma laid Gabriel down on his changing table. "If you've found the secret to stauing young forever, I need it more than you, don't you think?" She rolled up his nightgown and rubbed his tummy affectionatlu.

Emma shook her head - she was too indulgent of him sometimes. But she still bent down and lifted him out. After all "soon you'll be too big and heavy for these old bones"!

"Need helping out?" Emma asked. Although able to clamber out of the crib (and sometimes even surprise her in bed if he was up early enough), sometimes Gabe couldn't be bothered.

Emma pushed the door open and stepped into Gabriel's room. It looked like she was right on time - he was awake, but only just. She pulled open the curtains flooding the room with sunlight, then stood over the crib and greeted her grandson with a cheery "Good morning, Gabe!"