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Story Synopsis: This a new story is about a voluptuous woman (35 years old) Lilly who's career it has been to be a luxury brand influencer. For the last seven years Lilly has been at the top of her influencing career, modeling cloths, shoes, endorsing beauty product's, travel destination's, etc. It was during a trip to Tuscany where she met her soon to be husbands Bryan. Bryan who was ten years her senior had a "dad" bod and was the VP of a film studio. They fell madly in love, at that time Bryan who was just a single dad after his wife of 19 years passed away three years earlier. Bryan had a son named Paul (17 going on 18), Paul unlike his dad had a toned body but was quite and kept to himself. Three years later Lilly is still a top influencer but no longer the TOP one. She's getting older and is struggling to keep herself relevant. Meanwhile her friends also influencers & married have found new success as influencers......MOMMY influencers with their infants, toddlers and preschoolers. Lilly was never one to want to have a baby, getting Bryan fixed to keep her figure. However when it's suggested that Lilly can try teenage step mommy influencing videos with Paul. Lilly thinks to herself she must be crazy as an influencing video goes wrong and Lilly ends up "mothering" Paul for 30 seconds and the clip becomes one of her most recently popular & profitable ones, setting us on our path...... Chapter One: Lilly stared at the mirror, meticulously smoothing her platinum blonde hair into flawless waves, each strand gleaming under the vanity lights. At thirty-five, she'd painstakingly built an empire, one glamorous, curated post at a time. Once, Lilly's name dominated social media’s glamour spectrum; her extravagant travel vlogs, couture-filled closets, and meticulously staged selfies commanded millions of followers. Every endorsement deal had been a glittering jewel in her digital crown, each more luxurious than the last. But today, as her perfectly manicured finger scrolled through analytics, the steady decline in followers felt like tiny needles prickling her porcelain skin. Anxiety flickered in her carefully charcoal-outlined eyes as her reflection grimaced back at her. "You ready, Lilly?" Kim called from downstairs, her voice echoing with the unmistakable cheer of someone whose influencer career was effortlessly thriving. "Coming!" Lilly forced brightness into her voice, quickly swiping away her dwindling follower count and smoothing out her silk blouse. Descending the marble staircase of her pristine Sarasota home, Lilly’s smile tightened at the sight of her influencer friends—each glowing, effortlessly chic mothers expertly juggling toddlers, diaper bags branded with luxury logos, and carefully positioned smartphones. Her stomach knotted when Kim, cradling a squirming, giggling two-year-old, flashed a triumphant grin. "Seriously, Kim, your engagement lately has been insane," Tiffany gushed, adjusting her own baby’s organic cotton bonnet, her voice tinged with admiration and envy. "Mommy content is the new goldmine," Kim said smugly, bouncing her child gently on her hip. "Audiences adore real parenting struggles—it's authentic, relatable." Lilly felt her lips twitch involuntarily. Authentic. Relatable. The words tasted bitter in her mouth. Her polished lifestyle—luxury vacations, elite fashion events, exclusive skincare routines—once her currency, now seemed hollow beside the charming chaos of motherhood. "What's it like, Kim?" Lilly found herself asking, genuine curiosity softening her voice despite herself. "Being a mommy, I mean?" Kim's eyes lit up, face animated with a warmth Lilly had rarely seen. "Exhausting, messy, nonstop. I haven't had perfect nails in months because I'm always elbow-deep in mashed peas or diaper cream." Kim laughed warmly, kissing her son’s forehead. "But honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It's pure chaos, Lilly, but it fills you with so much love, you forget about everything else." Lilly’s heart twisted, an unfamiliar ache settling in her chest. Could she ever feel that way? Could motherhood really become her new platform? "Lilly, maybe you should consider it," Kim teased lightly, casting a glance around the elegantly childless space. "You've got Paul already—instant teenage content! Teenagers can be just as relatable." Lilly forced a laugh, masking her irritation. Paul. Bryan's gangly, withdrawn eighteen-year-old son from his previous marriage. Their interactions were mostly limited to polite avoidance, marked by awkward silences and sidestepped glances rather than genuine familial warmth. Just days ago, they'd argued awkwardly in the kitchen over something trivial. "Paul, have you seen my phone charger?" Lilly asked, her tone sharper than she'd intended. Paul barely glanced up from his cereal bowl, his voice a monotone. "No." "Well, it's not where I left it," she pressed, irritation rising. "Did you take it to your room again?" He sighed heavily, eyes narrowing slightly. "Why would I? I've got my own." "Because you've done it before," Lilly snapped, crossing her arms defensively. Paul shoved his chair back, frustration clear in the tense lines of his body. "Just forget it, okay? I'll buy you a new one if it's that important." The tension between them had thickened into a quiet resentment, their coexistence fractured into strained silences and terse exchanges, punctuated only by Bryan’s occasional interventions from afar. Hours later, as her friends waved cheerful goodbyes, Lilly sank onto her velvet sofa, her mind racing. Bryan, as always, was miles away on another endless business trip, leaving her alone in their pristine yet eerily empty home. Paul, hidden upstairs, absorbed in video games or whatever else consumed teenagers these days, seemed worlds apart. She'd never wanted children—babies were messy, noisy, an inconvenience to her meticulously curated existence. Yet now, desperation gnawed at her. The allure of revived success flickered temptingly, brighter than her long-held reservations. Chapter Two: Lilly woke the next morning surprisingly energized, slipping effortlessly into her brand-new Lulu Lemon leggings and Skechers slip-ons. A smile played on her lips as she recalled Kim's absurd suggestion about creating "parenting content." Parenting Paul, the teenage wastoid? Utterly ridiculous. But then again, perhaps borrowing Kim's adorable toddler Sammy occasionally—"Auntie Lilly" videos could provide the fresh content she needed. As she descended the stairs for her morning run, she paused outside Paul's bedroom door, compelled by an unfamiliar curiosity. Quietly pushing open the door, Lilly was momentarily startled by the sight—Paul lay sprawled across his bed, uncovered, vulnerable, and oblivious. Suppressing a giggle, she noticed Paul's immature frame and whispered to herself, amused, "Well, there's certainly one thing you didn't inherit from your daddy." Shaking her head lightly, she gently draped a sheet over him before silently exiting. Paul stirred awake shortly afterward, his skin prickling from embarrassment and unease. Had Lilly been in his room? Heat rose in his cheeks, shame tightening his chest. Quickly, he forced himself through his morning exercises—sit-ups, push-ups—trying desperately to shed his anxiety. Showering hastily, he avoided eye contact with his own reflection, feeling overly self-conscious about his youthful build. His mother's absence was palpable, the ache for her nurturing presence always a quiet pain. Andrea would have made mornings easier, warmer somehow. Entering the kitchen, Paul sighed at its emptiness. No breakfast—no renewal for the meal service, a subtle neglect. He envied Amber, whose mom made legendary breakfast nachos for her and her friends. Just as his thoughts spiraled darker, Lilly breezed in from her run, glowing and energized but clearly distracted. "Good morning, Lilly," Paul attempted a polite smile. "Good run? Want breakfast?" She paused, assessing him skeptically—his messy hair, childish Ninja Turtles shirt. "No thanks, Paul," she replied lightly, hiding amusement behind politeness. "Shouldn't you get going? You have school." Paul watched her retreat upstairs, irritation simmering beneath a veneer of indifference. Muttering "Dumb bitch," under his breath, he grabbed a Sunny D and protein bar, resigned to another lackluster morning. At school, the familiar anxiety knotted Paul's stomach. His solace lay in Drama and English, but everywhere else he was painfully average. Zach and Mitchell greeted him enthusiastically at his locker. "Hey man, your stepmom’s newest post is fire," Zach teased, elbowing him playfully. Paul grimaced, forcing a laugh, "Dude, that’s gross." It was humiliating having Lilly admired openly by peers. His embarrassment deepened as Amber and her cheerleading squad walked past. Paul’s breath caught, heart hammering. Amber's silky black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her emerald eyes sparkling as she laughed with friends. He daydreamed briefly about holding her hand, walking proudly beside her, hearing her whisper secrets just for him. Reality crashed back when she passed without even a glance, leaving Paul feeling utterly invisible. In gym class later, Paul dribbled the basketball awkwardly, his lanky limbs betraying him. Marcus and Dylan, star athletes, mocked openly, jeering loudly. "Hey, Pauly, pee-wee leagues are that way!" Dylan sneered, causing laughter to ripple through the class. Flustered, Paul felt heat rise to his face, humiliation making his hands shake. Suddenly, a shove sent him sprawling, and in a sickening moment of panic, he nearly lost control of his bladder. Mortified, he stood quickly, feeling his face burn red as he whispered to himself, "Great, still dribbling at 17. No girl's ever gonna want this." Back home, Lilly’s mind raced after her Zoom call with Kim and Mindy, jealousy simmering. Mindy's Huggies deal echoed in her thoughts—a five-year partnership because followers loved "real motherhood." Lilly stared at her declining follower count, resentment twisting her stomach. A spark of inspiration struck suddenly, an idea blooming. She remembered the awkwardness in Paul's demeanor, his shy uncertainty. What if she embraced teenage motherhood content instead? She could dominate a fresh niche, revitalizing her career. Yes, Paul was her ticket back to the top. "I'll My-Fair-Lady him," she whispered excitedly to herself. "Turn him into someone confident, someone followers will root for." Smirking, she considered how she'd charmed Bryan—through his stomach. Cooking Paul's favorite meal, peppercorn steak with twice-baked potatoes and steamed lemon-infused garlic green beans, would soften him up perfectly. That evening, Paul walked in warily, immediately struck by the tantalizing aroma. Lilly, standing poised in the kitchen, smiled warmly. "Hungry, Paul?" Her voice unusually gentle. "Yeah," he answered cautiously, taking a seat. "Smells incredible." The meal was undeniably delicious, each bite softening Paul's defenses slightly. Lilly watched carefully, sensing her opportunity. "Hey, Paul," she began carefully, voice gentle yet persuasive. "Would you… want to film something casual with me?" Paul hesitated mid-sip, skepticism clouding his expression. "Film what exactly?" "Something simple, maybe a day-in-the-life type of thing, or testing new products together," she proposed smoothly, attempting to mask her desperation with calm sincerity. His brows knitted suspiciously. "Why me? Isn't that what your friends' kids are for?" "Exactly," Lilly admitted, smiling with calculated authenticity. "Family content is really popular, and technically, we’re family. Could be good for us, Paul." Paul eyed her critically, thoughts racing. Finally, he sighed, nodding reluctantly. "Fine, just don’t make it weird, okay?" "Great!" Lilly exhaled, surprised by the genuine relief she felt. "It won’t be weird, Paul. It'll just be… authentic." He rolled his eyes softly but surprised himself by continuing the conversation casually. They shared stories of their day, Paul opening up cautiously about his humiliating gym class experience and the persistent ache of feeling invisible. Lilly found herself genuinely laughing and sympathizing, forgetting briefly her calculated intentions. As dinner ended, Paul, feeling oddly content, suggested hesitantly, "Maybe we could catch a movie sometime. Together, or separately if you prefer." Lilly smiled warmly, nodding. "I'd like that, Paul." Upstairs, Paul lay awake, conflicted. Lilly was manipulative—controlling—but tonight had felt almost…normal. His father's words echoed clearly: "Respect Lilly, but you don’t have to call her Mom." Paul hadn't, wouldn’t. Still, as he drifted off, he admitted begrudgingly to himself that dinner had felt comforting, like a glimpse of family he'd long missed. Meanwhile, downstairs, Lilly checked her phone eagerly—her initial teaser post about "teenage step-motherhood" had exploded in views. Her heart raced, excitement building. "This could work," she whispered triumphantly. "Maybe, just maybe, I've finally found my way back to the top." Chapter Three: Kim’s kitchen buzzed with warmth and the aroma of homemade applesauce as Lilly stepped inside, a gentle breeze following her through the open door. Kim was at the center of it all, apron splattered artistically with fresh applesauce, a picture of motherly charm as she attempted to feed her squirmy two-year-old, Dylan. The toddler giggled, smearing applesauce everywhere except his mouth. "Lilly! Come in, grab a seat," Kim greeted cheerily, dodging Dylan’s tiny hands. Lilly slid onto a kitchen stool, eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, guess what? I'm finally doing it—the teenage makeover series! Paul has reluctantly agreed to be my first victim." Kim clapped excitedly, nearly dropping the spoon. "Oh my gosh, this is exactly what you needed! Teens are so hot right now. Maybe something like 'Stepmom Style Rescue' or 'Teen Transformation Tuesdays'?" "Perfect! And maybe a ‘Date-Night Disaster’ episode," Lilly laughed, enthusiasm spilling over as they bounced ideas back and forth. Their excited chatter halted abruptly as Dylan spat out applesauce, giggling at the mess he'd created. "Oh, great," Kim sighed dramatically, wiping Dylan's chubby face. "This could definitely go viral." "Careful, Kim," Lilly teased gently. "Don't expect compliments from any clean eaters. Paul stained his shirt with spaghetti last night. He's 17, not 17 months." Kim laughed loudly. "Paul’s always been adorable. Maybe your teenager needs a teenage-sized bibby!" Their laughter echoed through the kitchen, Dylan joining in gleefully at the sound of their voices. Later in the day sunlight danced over the clear blue water as Paul, Zach, and Mitchell splashed around Paul's backyard pool, passing a basketball between them. Paul leaped, throwing a wild shot that missed spectacularly. "You going FIU for sure, Zach?" Mitchell called, expertly snatching the rebound. "Pretty much set," Zach said, sinking an easy shot. "How about you, Mitch?" "University of Miami," Mitchell replied, puffing his chest out proudly. "Already got my acceptance letter." Paul's stomach twisted. "Cool," he shrugged, attempting casual confidence. "I'm thinking LSU, TCU, or Maryland State." Internally, Paul winced. If only they'd hurry up with those waitlist decisions. Don't blow your cover now, man. "Good luck getting into any of those," Zach teased playfully. "Unless Amber's going with you. Then you might have a shot." "Dude, totally," Mitchell laughed. "No chance in hell," he added, dramatically humming Vince McMahon’s theme song. "Shut up, guys," Paul protested weakly, cheeks reddening. "Amber and I totally held hands once." "By accident," Zach countered immediately, mimicking awkward hand fumbling. Mitchell doubled over laughing. Humiliated, Paul's embarrassment morphed into a mischievous impulse. He launched the basketball hard, unintentionally catching Zach squarely in the groin. "Dude, what the FUCK was that?" Zach shouted, collapsing dramatically into the water. "Language!" Lilly’s voice sliced through the laughter sharply. The boys turned, instantly quiet, captivated by Lilly casually walking toward the sauna. Her white bikini top hugged her curves perfectly, emphasizing her slender waist and gently accentuating her graceful neckline. The matching white bikini bottom sat elegantly on her hips, highlighting her toned legs and shapely figure. Each step she took was confident yet casual, effortlessly drawing attention with a gentle sway that emphasized the natural elegance and allure of her figure. Paul blushed deeper. "Sorry," he muttered. "Remember, Paul, we're filming today," Lilly said breezily. "Play nice." Mitchell helped Zach stand, leaning close with a teasing whisper, "I hate when your stepmom leaves, but love watching her walk away." "Hey, Paul," Zach called weakly, recovering slowly. "Is today's video X-rated or triple-X?" The boys erupted into laughter again, splashing water playfully, while Paul's embarrassment smoldered beneath the surface. "Hey lovelies! Welcome back! Today I'm sharing essential tips for parenting your teenage stepchild!" Lilly chirped into her phone camera as Paul walked reluctantly into frame, visibly uncomfortable. "Can we just not?" Paul groaned, tugging at his shirt awkwardly. "Aw, honey, it'll be quick," Lilly cooed in a soothing, maternal tone usually reserved for toddlers. "Today, we're tackling teen grunge," Lilly continued cheerfully, ignoring Paul’s protest. She began pulling clothes from his closet, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Let's see what's hiding in here!" Each item Lilly revealed intensified Paul's embarrassment. "Really, Paul? Is this a shirt or a cleaning rag? Oh, these jeans—did you wrestle a bear in them?" Paul’s anxiety grew with each critique, his face heating painfully. Lilly's internal monologue screamed with frustration. How can he go out dressed like this? We need something that screams confidence, not ‘I found this in a dumpster.’ She triumphantly pulled out an outfit from Paul's childhood—a checkered polo shirt, khaki shorts with suspenders, and a bowtie. "Oh, how adorable! You still fit into this!" "Stop, Lilly! Enough!" Paul snapped, voice shaking, embarrassment turning to anger. "I’m not a toddler! Get out of my room!" "Oh, sweetie," Lilly soothed dismissively, gently patting his arm as though calming a child. "Just a little stage fright. It'll pass once you see how popular this gets. Trust me." "I said STOP!" Paul shouted fiercely, stunning Lilly into silence. "Get the hell out of my closet, my room, my life!" Lilly blinked, caught off guard by his intensity, and silently backed out. Hours later, Lilly sat editing footage in her home office, smiling fondly at the screen. She carefully selected moments where Paul appeared adorably frustrated, giggling at his childish protests. Oh, Paul, she thought affectionately. You really are too precious. She paused on the clip of Paul in the childhood outfit, hesitating before deciding it was too good to exclude. Adorable, yes, but we definitely need to upgrade your style. Her eyes drifted to her calendar, counting down—395 days until Paul left for college. Lilly sighed dreamily, imagining a luxurious cruise with Bryan. Just the two of us, no interruptions. God, we need that. "Only 395 days left," she whispered happily. Engrossed, she swiftly reviewed clips, missing one critical segment—a small slip, an accidental comment recorded clearly. She uploaded the video obliviously, unaware that this seemingly innocent oversight would soon send their lives spiraling into an unexpected, unplanned future, far removed from her dreams of a leisurely cruise.

Hello everyone. I don't know where to start, and I'm a little worried about whether what I'm about to write violates the terms and conditions, but I'll write anyway. (I've read them carefully.) I'm interested in something called a stent on DL, and I've been looking at topics and actually creating them. I'd like to look at a lot of topics like this in the future.

I started wearing diapers 24/7 yesterday. Of course, I threw away all the pants I had been wearing. I now use a handmade stent to keep my bladder free at all times. We have created and tried all kinds of stents, but even though they work, it is very difficult to eliminate the discomfort. I always have a strange feeling around the exit, which makes it a little difficult to sleep. Last night I fell asleep and was able to leave it in for about 6 hours. Ideally, blood would flow continuously and forever without the need for a stent, but it would be nice if there was a better shape of stent...

Here is the first chapter of my brand new story - Bound! Bound is a down to earth, slice-of-life kinda story about two women and the highs and lows of dating and kink. No multiverse, no monsters, no secret regression organisations, just a normal down to earth story... something I've never done before, so it's safe to say I'm a teeny bit nervous about this one (though from what I've been told it's really good). It's not part of any existing story, it's no secret sequel or prequel to anything, it's a standalone story that I hope you all enjoy. Enjoy! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Especially when it comes to new stories! Chapter 1: Smudge Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha Dancing along the top of the shelf, winding his way around the displays, his feline agility ensuring that he wouldn’t be yelled at for making a mess, he made his way towards his favourite spot; the empty spot on the far top shelf that I left empty just so that he could get his daily sunbathing in in comfort and without much disruption. I watched him as he slithered past the propped up sign on the far shelf that notified customers that that shelf was 50% off, and past the speaker that was playing some smooth jazz playlist that I had thrown together. And not once did he knock a single thing off. Smudge was an expert at that. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what he hated. He wanted to sunbathe in the little bit of sunshine left that shone through the window displays, illuminating his favourite shelf. He hated being yelled at. Finding his spot and flopping down, his black fur glistening in the sunlight, he stretched a little before resting his head down, exposing the white patch on his tummy and neck to the sunlight. “Must be an easy life for a cat…” I said to the empty room that lay in front of me. “No job, no drama, no having to worry about rent or finding a partner. No relationships. You just eat, sleep and play whenever you want. I wish I could do that…” I sighed, knowing full well how bored I’d be if I actually had the life of a cat. Because whilst working sucks, paying rent is evil and should be outlawed, and relationship drama is one of the worst kinds of drama… I’d get bored within a week. I’m like that when I go on holiday to somewhere nice, like Spain or whatever. All my friends go sit on a beach and sunbathe the whole week, sipping cocktails and reading books… I’m surrounded by books on a daily basis. I get my fill here, during the quiet hours… which seem to be taking up more and more of the day lately with the new fancy book store opening down the road a couple of weeks ago. And I don’t care about the sun, I’m a bit of a recluse. Give me a little nook with something good to read and I’m happy. But again, that’s something I can do here in my shop, or upstairs in my apartment. If I’m going on holiday, I need excitement, I need adventure, I need sights and experiences. I’d much rather go to France or Italy or Japan or something, somewhere I can experience new culture and new things. But then again… when was the last time I went on holiday? A couple of years ago? I guess it must have been early on in my relationship with Cassie, I think we went to Scotland. I know it’s not exactly Japan or France… but it was still nice being away from England, even if it wasn’t that far. I loved seeing all the sights in Edinburgh… though Cassie got bored easily. She was very much in the group I just described, the group who love sunbathing and doing nothing. And with it being Scotland… there wasn’t much sun to enjoy. Part of me wondered what she was up to these days, as we didn’t end on great terms, and that was the last time we saw each other. God… that was the last time I went to a kink event with someone too. It’s been far too long. Smudge let out a long yawn as the next song played. “Yeah, me too, Smudge…” He rolled over and looked at me with that all too familiar look of ‘I’m going to have a sleep now, and when I wake up you better have food ready’. It was one of his more common expressions, along with ‘I’m going to bite your toes from under the covers when you’ve finally managed to fall asleep’. I love that cat… but he was a bit of a devil sometimes. Taking a page from Smudge’s book, I stretched outwards, with my legs resting on my desk and my arms reaching back, the chair taking most of my weight as I leaned back slightly. “Much better. Ugh, Smudge, what do I get for tea? I can’t be arsed cooking. I think we should order takeaway. Chinese? Indian? What about that new burger place?” Smudge was a guy of very few words, so when he speaks up, you know it’s important to him. So when he meowed in response, I knew it in my heart that he was right. “Yeah… Fine, I’ll get chippy.” He loves it when I bring home fish and chips. Because it’s right next to the corner shop up the road, and I never fail to bring home some treats for him because I can’t help but spoil him rotten. I’m like this with everyone I love, not just my cat. If I ever get out of this funk and start getting back to dating again, whoever I end up with is going to be spoiled even more than little Smudge here. I just hope they’re ready… “I can’t believe it. It’s three in the afternoon, on the fourth busiest street in the city, and we’ve not had a soul since lunchtime. If sales don’t pick up soon I may have to think about moving on from this place.” “Meow…” Smudge replied. He was right. I couldn’t give this place up. It’s my home, my dream. Just a quaint little bookshop nestled in the middle of a busy high street, nothing as fancy and modern as the big chain stores like the one that opened down the road. A lot of the time we don’t even have the latest bestsellers, unless it’s something that I personally wanted to read. I’m surrounded by old books, most of which I’ve either read or have on my to-read list. I can see why people may prefer chains, as you can actually walk down the aisles in them, whereas in mine I’m not surprised if you have to dodge arrows coming out of the walls and floor that falls underneath you when you fail to spell the name of God correctly or something. Books stacked up in the aisles, shelves full of books that aren’t brilliantly arranged… okay the more I describe this place the more I realise why it wouldn’t be long before I’m going out of business. But I like it like this. I like how chaotic it is. Well, organised chaos anyway. I know where things are, so I’m always happy to find things for customers, but I know that they struggle to find things on their own, and sometimes they leave because they feel too awkward asking. I have rough signage… but they’re not exactly organised. It’s funny because in all other aspects of my life I’m not this disorganised, I’m actually a bit of a neat freak. Just look at my apartment upstairs. As soon as you go up the stairs at the back of the shop, it’s like you walk through a portal to another dimension where everything is tidy and sorted. But my shop… the shop my parents left for me when my Mum died and my Dad retired… This is my comfort zone. It’s how my Mum used to have it, before she got ill. And unless things are absolutely going to shit, I have no plans of changing it to make others feel comfortable. Even if it means I make a few less sales. Then the bell above the front door rang, and I immediately felt a sigh of relief. “Samantha?” a familiar voice called out. At the same time, my phone on the desk (that I used as my shop counter) started vibrating. Thankfully, it only vibrated a couple of times, and as the screen lit up indicating I had received a text, I left it where it was, writing down a mental note to reply to my bestie when I had seen to this customer. “Yes Mrs Higgins, at the back here…” I called out, raising my hand, not even bothering to stand up. I was too comfortable with my legs raised and my feet up on the desk to get up right now, I’m sure she’d understand. Turning to look down the aisle, I saw the familiar little old woman walking down the one aisle I kept clear… just for her. Okay, maybe I do change things for others… for people I care about anyway. Mrs Higgins is the sweetest little old lady. She has been visiting my shop every week for a new book for years now. She has this cute little book club with all the old ladies she meets up with, where they drink tea and have cute little cakes and biscuits and everyone tries to one-up the previous host’s spread of desserts. I went to one once, and I swore to myself never again. And as soon as she makes her way to the desk in the next thirty seconds… you’ll see why. “Hello dearie, it’s lovely to see you again…” “And you, Mrs Higgins. Is it that time again?” “It’s my turn to pick the book. So I want to pick something… special.” “How special are we talking?” I asked. “I want something a bit…” she looked around for a second, checking no one else was around. “...Raunchy.” “Raunchy? At your little book club? Are you sure?” I asked with disbelief. Usually they pick some typical boring love story where the guy is stoic and honestly a bit of an arsehole, and the girl stupidly falls in love with him despite him being borderline abusive. So for her to want something ‘raunchy’ as she put it… she must really want to shake things up with Ethel and the other ladies. “Yes, you know… smutty.” Hearing this innocent, little old lady say the word ‘smutty’ made my day. “I know what you mean, Mrs Higgins, I just wondered if that’s the right thing to pick…” “Don’t you think, Samantha?” She’s also one of the few people who call me Samantha. My friends… okay it’s just one friend lately, she calls me Sam. I would’ve liked to have added an ‘s’ to ‘friend’, but sadly most of them left when Cassie did, and those that are left I… haven't been great at replying to lately. Dressed in her typical long granny coat (despite the fact it’s the middle of summer) and her brilliant white thinning hair… Mrs Higgins looked like your typical old woman. She’s what I imagined my Grandma would have looked like if she hadn’t died before I was born. “I think… Ethel would have a heart attack… unless that’s what you’re hoping?” I said, smirking at her. She smirked back. Thankfully, she has a sense of humour, and I’d always get to have a good laugh with her whenever she pops in to buy the latest book she needs. “Unless you can think of something good? You read a lot, don’t you Samantha? Can you suggest anything?” “Romance novel, I assume?” “Doesn’t have to be, but the others tend to like them.” I had one suggestion, but I held my tongue as I thought about other books I could possibly suggest. Because whilst I’m an out and proud lesbian in all other aspects of my life, I never told Mrs Higgins of my ‘interest in the fairer sex’ as she would have put it. So I quickly decided on a different book to suggest. “I have one suggestion, it’s got a bit of drama in it, guy cheats on his wife, that kinda thing. It’s a bit… boring to me, but it’s got lots of drama that the girls may like.” “That sounds perfect!” Mrs Higgins said, her wrinkled face lighting up. “Though don’t you go find a man like that, find one who treats you right!” There it is. That’s why I only went to one of her book clubs. The amount of old grannies trying to set me up on dates with their grandkids, all of whom are men, just got a bit tiring. They all assume I’m straight. But I know that I’ll lose a lot of business if I correct them and tell them I’m not into men, as they all tend to buy their books through Mrs Higgins, who buys them from me. So I avoid her book clubs, and I play along with the fantasy that I’m some lonely single vulnerable woman who just ‘can’t find the right man’. When in reality, I would break any man who tried to put me in my place, and I would much rather break a woman. With consent, of course. “I will, Mrs Higgins…” I replied, trailing off. “Good girl. One of these days you’ll find the right man. And he’ll treat you right, like the Princess you are…” I don’t want to be a Princess. I want to find my own Princess. “So do you want six copies of it?” I asked, changing the subject as quickly as possible so I didn’t have to listen to this heteronormative bullshit for a second longer. I quickly wrote down the book and the number of copies I’ll need to order, worked out how much it’d cost her, then showed her the notepad. “Yes please, dearie,” she said, pulling out her little purse and counting out the change until she had enough to cover all the books I’d need to order in. She put her purse back in her bag, whilst I opened the till drawer on my desk and put away the money she had just paid me. Then she looked up at me, “I’ll pop in next week to pick them up. We’re just finishing the previous one we got from you, so I’ll need them ready for a week on Saturday.” “I can do that, Mrs Higgins. Six copies for next week. See you then!” And as I looked up, in the corner of my eye, I saw what I can only describe as the face of an angel peering through the window at the display. I swear my heart skipped a beat as this cute little blonde angel squinted through her large round glasses at the display I had put together for my latest offer. “I’ll see you next week,” Mrs Higgins said, interrupting my concentration, as I realised I had just suddenly zoned out in front of her. “Okay, bye Mrs Higgins!” As the old woman turned and started her saunter to the front door, I quickly turned back to see if the angel was still there… But sadly, she was gone. ====================================================== Again, this is not a sequel or a prequel or has any connection whatsoever to any other story. No secret regression organisations, no multiverse, no monsters, nothing. Just slice of life sapphic romance story, the highs and lows of dating, lots of kink, that kind of thing. So I hope you all like it! 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I’m not sure if I should be more excited or nervous! I’ve kept my Abdl feelings pushed down for a long time. It feels nice to see there are indeed others like me out there! Can’t wait to make my first padded friend!!

Hey everyone. I've just started branching out to see if anyone is near or in South Carolina that are ABDLs! I've done some research and apparently no one in or near my hometown are ABDLs. When I did come across someone they were inactive so no hope there lol. I would love to make friends and have conversations and get to know one another! It just sucks being an ABDL with no one to talk to that shares similar interest.

Hi everyone I have seen this site a few times but never really come on and decided I should just go for it and make an account. Im abdl from Vic, Australia. I have been interested in abdl for a few years but have only really this year started embrasing it. I also love Harry potter and dolls. Im always up for making friends!!!!

Such a big group! Where is everyone located? Any in Houston? We travel often and always looking for new friends!

Vicky Williams had a worried expression on her face. She was sitting on the sofa worried that her 20 year old daughter wasn’t socialising enough and was working too hard on her college work. Vicky was a 37 year old brunette mum. “She really needs to get out and meet her friends and stop spending all her time doing her work” I head up to Ellie’s bedroom and knock on the door “Ellie?” Ellie is pouring over notes and mounds of books. Her heavy glasses are sitting on my nose. She hears her mum calling through the door. “Mum, not now. I need to study for the quiz next month. It's important." I say trying to zone you out but I know it's not that easy. Last month, you tried taking me out to go out and meet people for half an hour. I refused as I wanted to really study for college and I wanted to get great grades. I shook my head and got back down to studying. “Ok hun. I was just saying that I’m going to the shops and I’ll be there awhile'' Ellie doesn't hear anything and Vicky heads downstairs and grabs her purse. She gets in the car and drives to the local supermarket. As Vicky approaches the entrance, there are people handing out leaflets. One of them hands her one and she looks at it while going in. ‘All stressed out? Want to relax? Well take a relaxing day at our ‘feel young spa and health centre. You'll feel like a new you.’ Vicky smiles and thinks that Ellie would love that. She put it in her pocket and finished the shopping. 1hr later Vicky puts the bags in the car and drives home still thinking of the spa. She parks the car and puts the shopping away, head up to Ellie’s room. “Ellie, I saw this when I was shopping. Though you could do with it” she says, sliding it under the door. Ellie doesn't see it as she is in the zone. The clock chimes 11. Ellie looks at it and yawns. She wasn't finished with her studies but she was shattered. She got up from the chair and was about to flop onto her bed when she noticed the leaflet on the floor. It looks interesting and Ellie needs a break but she needs to finish this assignment. She puts it onto her bedside table and flops onto her bed and is out like a light. When Ellie woke up the next day, her body aches and her legs feel like lead weights. “God I'm aching, my body feels like I've been to the gym during the night.” She sits up in bed and looks over to her bedside table and takes the leaflet. “This looks really relaxing. I'll get mum to take me.” Ellie gets up and walks like a zombie downstairs. “Um, mum, can we go to the spa resort?” “Well, actually, I guessed you wanted to, so I decided to book us in today. I've signed us up for a few treatments too and I'm just waiting for you to have breakfast and then get dressed and we can go.” Vicky replied. Ellie nods and hurries up getting ready and 10 mins later both Vicky and Ellie are in the car driving downtown to the spa. 20 mins later, Vicky parks the car and both of them enter a big building. The building is an old huge mansion with the name ‘Feel Young Spa’ on the front. They go up to the front desk "Hello and Welcome to ‘Feel Young Spa’ the receptionist greets them. “Hello, we booked today. Our names are Vicky and Ellie.” The receptionist checks the computer. “Yes, right. That looks fine. If you don't mind following this gentleman here and he will take you to your first treatment.” We follow the man and are led into a tiled changing room with two white dressing gowns. “If you would like to take off your clothes and change into these dressing gowns and wait here, someone will be here for you shortly.” He leaves and we start undressing. We finished undressing and waited in the gowns. 5 minutes later, a woman entered the changing room. “Are you guys ready?" She asks and leads them into a room with two massage tables in the middle of it. “Ok, If you could lay down on your back and your waxing will begin soon.” She said, pointing to two tables. Vicky and Ellie lay down on the tables and wait patiently and 2 people walk through the door. “Right, who is Ellie?” Says one of them. She raises her hand. “Right you're mum signed you up for a full wax and relaxation package and Vicky you’ve got a waxing” says. “Can you put these towel round your waist?” We take the robes off and wrap them round our body. “To relax you further, please put on these headphones.” The lady places them on Ellie. On the headphones is peaceful, soothing music. Vicky looks over at Ellie and smiles that she is accepting this. Ellie winces a little bit every time that the wax strips are pulled off but the music keeps her relaxed. Ellie is so relaxed that she doesn't realise that the lady has finished waxing her and starting rubbing oil, herbs and chemicals into her body. Ellie smiles, enjoying it. What Ellie doesn't know is that Vicky has signed her up for the extreme mind stress reliever. This treatment uses hypnosis to mentally regress her mind to a much less stressful time and Vicky has chosen for her to become a 6 month old baby. Included in the package is treatments for Vicky. She will receive some drugs that will make her lactate and be able to carry her new baby. The lady taps Ellie on her shoulder and she opens her eyes and takes one side of the headphones off. “Yes?” Elle says. “Right I’ve put the oils on you so I’ll leave you to soak in them for 10 mins and I’ll be back. Lay back and I’ll check on you then”. The lady says as she starts to leave. She places the headphones back on and closes her eyes. She relaxes again, not bothering to look at Vicky who is talking to the lady. “When will her hypnosis take effect?” Vicky asks. “It will take effect once the clock hits midnight. Your changes will take effect once you get home” the lady says “also you ticked the home changes right?” She nods. “Right, when you get home, everything will be set up but don’t let her see till the next night.” I nod. The lady goes to Ellie and taps her on the shoulder again. “How do you feel? Do you feel relaxed and all nice?” She smiles and says “Oh yes. That felt brilliant. I needed that. I feel so relaxed and my skin feels so smooth and even down there feels nice. What’s next?” “Your next treatment is a mud bath, so get dressed in your gown and follow me” the lady said, opening the door. “Can I keep the headphones on while I enjoy the mud bath?” Ellie asks. “Sure, you wear them all day here” the lady replied. Ellie looked pleased. All three of them walk down the corridor and Ellie is still listening to the music. They all enter the room and there are mud baths full to the brim with mud. Vicky and Ellie slip off the gowns and enter the mud baths. The mud bath feels weird at first but it’s so relaxing. “I feel so relaxed mum. I’m glad we decided to come here.” Ellie says take your headphones off. “Well, I’m pleased to hear that cause you seemed so stressed with all that work. Now let’s soak still in the mud and enjoy the rest of our treatments” Vicky replied, closing her hers and disappearing under the mud. Ellie couldn't do that as the headphones would get dirty. About 30 mins later, the lady came back and told Vicky and Ellie that their session and treatment was over. Ellie took off the headphones and got into the showers and washed the mud off. “Mum you look great, your skin looks youthful.” Ellie says. “Thanks Ellie, you're not looking too bad either, looks like the oils and mud bath is doing your skin good” Vicky replies. A little milk trickles out from her breast but as she is showering, it gets washed away unnoticed. They dry themselves and head to the changing rooms. They head out past the receptionist. “Hope you had a great time. Please spread the word around that we are here” she says with a smile on her face. “Oh we had a lovely time, did we Ellie?” Vicky asks her daughter. “Oh yes, just what I needed. I’ll come again and spread the word.” Ellie says, smiling back. Vicky turns round and wink at the receptionist and she winks back. They head back to the car and arrive home a few minutes later. “I’ll get the wine and you switch on the tv and you choose the channel, Ellie” Vicky said heading into the kitchen. Ellie sits down on the sofa and switched onto an old episode of Friends. Vicky comes out of the kitchen bringing out 2 glasses of wine and hands one to Ellie. “We’ll just have the one glass and then bed ok?” “Ok mum” Ellie replies, raising the glass to her mouth. 20 mins later, the episode had finished, their wine was finished and both were tired. “Well, it’s bedtime. Let’s go, Ellie” Vicky says, getting up from the sofa. “Ok mum, I’m coming” Ellie says groggily. They head upstairs into each of our rooms. The moment Ellie disappears into her room and shuts the door, Vicky sneaks into the spare room to see what the spa people have done. She opens the door and Vicky's heart flutters. The room has been emptied of all the junk and replaced with the cutest baby furniture. It would be for a baby but it’s for Ellie instead so it’s bigger than normal. The room has been painted pink with cartoon animals painted over the walls. There is a white cot along one of the walls and above that is Ellie’s name in grey letters surrounded by a white cloud. In the corner is a nursing chair and a stool. The changing table is white like the cot and on it is a pink changing mat with white hearts. Underneath it, is stacks of diapers, wipes and baby powder. On the floor is a pink rug that covers the floor. Standing behind her is a pink wardrobe. Vicky opens the doors and her heart melts again. Inside are the cutest onesies and dresses hanging up or folded. There is a second compartment with bows, booties and assorted items. Vicky closes the wardrobe and takes in the nursery. “I can’t wait to show Ellie this,” I say to myself. She quietly heads out and closes and locks the door and walks to her room and with a smile on my face, she goes to bed. Meanwhile in Ellie's room, she is having a weird dream. She is 6 months old and everyone is cooing and cawing at her. Ellie tries to talk but just gurgles and drools. She sees her mum come into view. Vicky reaches down and tickles her tummy and Ellie giggles. A strange feeling is in her tummy for a brief moment and a grunt escapes her. Ellie feels a squishy feeling in her bottom and a warm wet feeling around her crotch. She starts crying. Ellie suddenly wakes up looking around and sighing that it was just a dream. She glances over at the clock on the wall and sees that it is 11:00. She closed her eyes again and fell back to sleep again without dreaming again. One hour later the hypnosis starts working. Ellie starts to feel a bit uneasy and turns in her sleep. Gradually her thumb works its way up to her mouth and her thumb enters her mouth and she starts suckling it and Ellie calms down and eases in her sleep. The alarm clock goes off and Ellie opens her eyes. She realises that her thumb is in her mouth and she pulls it out. “That was weird and so was the dream. Anyway, time for breakfast”. She walks downstairs and spots her mum sitting at the sofa drinking her tea. Ellie decided not to tell Vicky about the weird dream, putting it down to the stress of her work. “Thanks for the spa day yesterday mum. I really needed it.” Ellie told her mum. “I feel well relaxed and I can get down and continue my college work.” Vicky stopped drinking her tea. “No worries but I really hoped you would relax a bit longer and take a break from your work.” Her mum looked worried. “I can’t do that mummy.” Ellie looked shocked that she said that and like a kid. “I mean mum. I have an important assignment due in 2 days and it will help me pass.” Ellie said, still embarrassed that she talked like a kid. Vicky acted like she didn’t hear it and just nodded. “Do what you need to do hun. Just remember to take breaks”. Ellie nods and gets her breakfast ready. She pours the cereal in the bowl and pour milk into it and takes it to her bedroom. She puts it on her work table and starts up her laptop and Ellie starts her work. Ellie is busy working on her laptop when an ache from her bladder signals that it’s time for the toilet. Ellie runs to the toilet, pulls down her panties and sits on the loo just in time. She felt that if she waited a little longer, she would have wet her pants. After emptying her bladder, Ellie wipes herself and pulls up her panties and heads back to her room to continue her work. Ellie's tummy rumbles and she reaches over to the bowl of cereal and starts eating and finishes the whole bowl and drinks the cereal milk. She wipes her mouth and continues with her work. Elle had just finished a chapter of her work, when her bladder signals that it's full. “Not again, I don't need it again now”. Another ache and she runs to the toilet again just in time as her bladder muscles release her wee as soon as her bottom hits the seat. “That cereal must have gone through me. Well I don't need to go for a while now.” Ellie cleans herself up and heads back to her room to finish the 2nd part of her work. Ellie sits down on the chair but suddenly stands up as she feels a small damp spot on her panties. Shocked on how she could have a damp spot as she's been toilet trained for 18 years. Ellie quickly whips off her panties and opens her drawer to wear a new pair of panties. She pulls up the new pair and looks at the damp pair asking herself if she should go down to her mum and tell her. After a minute, Ellie decides against it and tells herself that it's just probably just the stress of starting her college work again. She goes downstairs and goes into the living room and switches on the tv to de-stress herself. The tv channel is being changed and stops onto a show called New girl which she loves. 20 mins into the show, Ellie starts to get bored, which is weird as she is usually captivated by it, and she tries to reach down for the remote, she realises that her hand is stuck to her mouth and that she's been sucking on her thumb without her realising. She pulls it out, embarrassed “Why do I keep doing that? I'm not a damn baby! Maybe it's just all this stress with work”. Ellie grabs the remote and starts changing the channel until something catches her eye. Flashes of programs appear on the tv: a cooking show, a nature show, a baby show, a dog behaviour show and a shopping show. Ellie goes to the dog behaviour show and watches it for a few minutes. They are training dogs to do various tricks. Vicky enters the living room and sits beside Ellie. “What on?” “I’m watching a doggie pwogramme….. dog programme.” Ellie looks embarrassed at her speech slur but Vicky pretends not to notice it. “Cute. You finished your work?” “I just need a break mum but it’s nearly done” Ellie replied not taking her eyes of the dog show. As she was answering, a dribble of drool fell from her lips and fell onto her top. Ellie shook her head and wiped the remaining drool from her lips and wiped her top but it still had a drool stain. Vicky looked at Ellie with a mixture of excitement and anticipation with how well it’s progressing. Suddenly Ellie runs upstairs and quickly sits on the toilet and feels her bladder empty but something feels wrong. She suddenly realises that she hasn’t pulled her panties down and is now sitting on the toilet in soaked underwear. Ellie starts crying with her head in her hands. The door opens up and Vicky sees her daughter crying. “What’s wrong?” Ellie looks up and sees her mum standing there. “I forgot to pull my knickers down to wee and also this is the 3rd time I needed the toilet today. I think something is wrong with me! I need to see the doctor.” Vicky walks up to her daughter. “Right I’ll book one for the morning but take a nap and I’m sure you’ll feel better.” Ellie nodded her head but realised that her thumb was in her mouth again and started crying and hugged her mum. Vicky was smiling inside that the hypnosis is progressing nicely. She led Ellie (with difficulty as she was still hugging her) to the bedroom. They both enter Ellie’s bedroom and Ellie started changing her wet knickers and cleaning her legs with wet wipes while Vicky looks at her phone. “Right, that’s the doctors appointment booked for tomorrow afternoon. Let’s get a good night's sleep. I’m sure it’s just stress.” Vicky says hugging her daughter as Ellie puts on clean knickers. Ellie puts on a pink top and lays down on bed and Vicky exits the room closing the door. As she closes the door, Vicky smiles that the hypnosis is working and soon she’ll have her little girl back again. In the bedroom, Ellie is drifting off to sleep and as her eyes close, her hand makes its way up the bed and her thumb enters her mouth, starts sucking on it and drifts into a peaceful sleep.

Here is the first chapter of my brand new story - Elysium! Just a heads up... the first chapter is kinda heavy. But it's needed. There will also be content warnings throughout the story, but I'll make sure to flag them whenever possible. Now... Elysium... This is what happens when I put a lot of myself into a story. Infernum and Arbitrio were the first ones where I put a lot of myself into it... but this one feels a lot more personal than any of my other stories, so I really hope you like it. It's also a lot longer than my usual stories (Probably aiming somewhere around the same length as Little in Love or Love in Dimensions). It's different in a lot of ways, so I hope you enjoy all the differences to my usual stories. I know this genre is a little overdone in our circles... but this is a story I needed to write. You'll see why as it goes on. Enjoy! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Especially when it comes to new stories! Chapter 1: The Edge Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Tw: Depression, suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide ------------------------------- Just one more step. Just the tiniest bit of momentum. That was all that was needed. Was I being selfish doing this? Maybe. But it’s not like people will care for more than a week at most. They’ll get over the initial shock and go back to living their normal lives. I was always just a background character to their stories anyway. Always was. Always will be. At least since I lost Mum anyway. They’ll be like ‘Oh, did you hear about Noah? He jumped off the bridge and died. Such a shame. Had so much life to live.’ The same useless shit people say whenever someone dies. Everyone says the same rubbish especially whenever someone kills themself. That ‘they wish they had seen the signs’, ‘wish they had done something’, ‘they were struggling’, ‘at least they’re not suffering anymore’… and it’s all bullshit. They don’t care. They just feel bad that they didn’t give enough of a fuck about someone who was struggling to do anything before it was too late. It takes the tiniest amount of effort to reach out to someone struggling like this, but none of them can be bothered. I bet they’ll say the same things about me. But I think I gave them enough signs. If they can’t read them… that’s their fault. I pretty much plastered them on the walls in bright red paint in all caps… but they were still oblivious to the message. Even if they did read them though… At this point, when I’ve reached rock bottom… what could actually help me at this point? Therapy? Ha… sure… I’ve tried like four different therapists and not one of them could help me. Meds? Doc won’t prescribe anything else because nothing seems to be working. Mental hospital? I’d rather di-... yeah… that’s why I’m here on this ledge… I stared out at the empty road below. Thankfully… no traffic this late at night. No one’s oncoming car to accidentally fall onto. Which is good, because I already feel pretty fucking guilty for ruining the day of whoever finds me… But hey, at that point I won’t have to worry, I won’t be around. Part of me worried that maybe this isn’t high enough. Because I had heard somewhere that people had survived large drops… and if I do take that final step, I want it to be exactly that… final. I don’t want to survive it. That will just lead to… complications. Locked away for a while ‘for my own safety’. The thought of that sends a wave of terror through my whole body. One of my biggest fears is being locked away, unable to escape. It’s why I’ve put this off for so long. I could’ve attempted something before… but I was worried of failing and what would happen if I did so. But now I’ve reached absolute rock bottom and I’m like 99% sure I’m done with this life now. So as my foot hovered over the large drop in front of me, my hands tightly gripping the railing behind me, balancing precariously on the edge of the bridge… I tried to mentally prepare myself. It wasn’t too late to back down though. No one would know… it’s the dead of night. There are no cars, no people… it’s a quiet little English town after all. And I picked this spot in particular so that no one could stop me, that there would be no-one around to stop me. But if I backed out… I could just go home, and no one would have any knowledge of what I planned to do. Which means no-one is doing anything drastic to keep me safe that would end up with me getting much worse. No… I’m ready. I’ve contemplated this for years. Even before I lost my Mum in my teens. Even before I told my Dad about all that stuff… before he kicked me out. I was always depressed. Always wanted to stop existing. It was never a ‘I want to die’, it was more of a ‘I don’t want to exist’, or ‘wish I had never been born at all’. Now it’s different, of course, I mean it’s why I’m balancing here on the edge of a bridge. It wasn’t all bad though. I loved my childhood. Mum made it special. She was my support… my best friend. I loved her so fucking much. Then… she was just gone. Dead. And I was left with Dad. That’s when it all went downhill. Grades slipped, Dad got aggressive. Never violent, but definitely more aggressive. You could tell he didn’t love me the way Mum did. I was just this dumb kid of his, some failure of a son. And he loved to remind me. Then when I told him about all the things going on with my life… he reacted a lot worse than I’d hoped. Kicked me out. Haven’t talked to him in years, but hey, good riddance I say. Mum hated him anyway, it’s why they separated when I was very little. When I had to move in with Dad after Mum died… I think another little piece of my soul died. I’m still surprised I got into university despite all that. Barely scraped through too, earning myself a useless degree that may have actually hindered my job prospects afterwards. So my education was ruined, as was any job I worked after I left Uni, as were all my relationships. Relationships… Ugh, this is the worst timing for me doing this, isn’t it? So close after Abigail broke up with me. She’s… she’s going to blame herself for this. Sure, she broke my heart into a billion tiny pieces, but she didn’t push me over the edge. Even if she did turn all our friends against me. No, I was ready for this for a long time, even back when we were dating. I just didn’t want to hurt her. And now look at me… I liked her. A lot. But I was always holding myself back with her, keeping a large part of myself locked away in fear of how she’d react. Hell, pretty sure that’s part of the reason she broke up with me. She said I was always so ‘mopey’... which she’s not wrong about, but I think she knew I was bottling things up around her, keeping her from seeing what was going on with me. She always had this big plan. She wanted me to propose soon, then we would get married, have kids… typical heteronormative crap you see on TV, with me as the loving husband who comes home after a busy day at the office. White picket fence and all that. But I didn’t want that. Well no, that’s not entirely true, I like the idea of it… but it wasn’t… me. I’m not that kind of guy. I’m not even… No, but anyway, I wasn’t right for her, she deserves her dream. So I’m glad she broke up with me. She deserves better. I just hope she doesn’t blame herself for what I’m about to do. No. I’m ready. One final breath. One final step. One final thought. Better make it a good one. …Nope. Can’t think of anything. Mind is racing too much to pin a thought down. Ah well, go out the same way I came in, eh? And with that last deep breath, I released my tight grip on the guard rail, the blood rushing back into them after they had turned white just moments ago. Momentum took over. It was out of my hands now. A stillness radiated my entire body. I was ready. This was actually happening. This is it. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YE’ DOING?” Something that felt like talons dug themselves into my shoulders, gripping tightly onto my shirt, and yanked me backwards back over the guard rail, tossing me like a ragdoll onto the pavement behind me. I crashed onto the pavement with my arse taking the brunt of the impact. Then my mind and thoughts rushed back, realising I wasn’t dead. “I…” Everything was spinning. I couldn’t focus or think. I had been at peace, ready to end it all, but then something, or someone, came along and literally yanked me from my fate, and now my mind was trying to catch up with my situation. “Hun… were you seriously about to do what I think you were about to do?” came a soothing voice, from who I assumed was the woman who just prevented me from doing something very stupid. At least I assumed it was a woman from what her voice sounded like, with the slightest twinge of a Scottish accent in there. Though it must have been some woman to have been able to throw me back over that guard rail… “I…” Adrenaline was coursing through my body, and I couldn’t figure out whether I wanted to admit the truth, lie, or simply just run away. My vision was blurry and I couldn’t focus. All I could hear was this soothing voice. So I couldn’t even put a face to it. “Sweetie… are you okay?” she said, crouching down in front of me. “I… umm… I’ll get back to you on that one…” I replied, finally managing a full sentence. “Hopefully sooner, rather than later… because you were one second from ending up as paste on the road below!” It was weird hearing such a lovely, almost maternal voice form such crude imagery, but it made me laugh a bit. “What’s so funny?” she asked. “Paste…” “Is your head okay? I didn’t knock it too hard, did I?” “No… I…” My vision started clearing as I looked up at who would normally be called a ‘saviour’ in this situation, though right now… I saw her as more of a hindrance to my overall goal. Freckles. That was the first thing I noticed. Well that and the very red hair. Like… proper ginger. She couldn’t look more stereotypically Scottish if she tried. Her voice definitely matched her appearance, dressed in jeans and a simple amethyst-coloured blouse under her black denim jacket. “Good. Because sometimes I don’t know my own strength. Now… are you going to tell me your name first?” “N… Noah.” “Well N-Noah,” she replied, imitating my stutter, “Care to tell me what you were about to do?” “I think that… is pretty obvious,” I replied, smiling awkwardly. “I guess it is. And why in the world would you do something like that?” “Because…” “‘Because’? Just ‘because’? Oh come on, sweetie… give me a better reason than that!” It was always hard to tell people this. To admit what I want. “I… want… I mean… I don’t want to be here anymore…” “And why is that? Did something happen?” “No. I mean yes. But I… I’ve been wanting this for a long time. Please. Just let me go. You shouldn’t stop me…” That’s when she took my hands into hers. “Sweetie, I’m not going to let you do anything drastic right now. You’re not in the best place, and I’m here to help, okay?” She sounded so… genuinely nice? Like sweetness personified. Even her words in her soft spoken accent made me instantly drop my guard around her. Which somewhat scared me… I nearly always have my guard up. “I… don’t think you can help.” “Try me.” “No. I… I don’t want…” “...To bother me? Shush. Now tell me, precious, what happened to cause such a little cutie like you to take the most drastic action he could possibly take?” I really don’t know what it is about this woman. She… she melts away whatever protection I had guarded myself with. Her voice, her mannerisms, that cute freckled face of hers… “Come on, petal…” “I… don’t even know your name…” “Ceres,” she replied, smiling down at me. “That’s a very… unique name.” “Well I’ll take that as a compliment then, but only because you’re cute,” as she said this, she sat down in front of me, not letting go of my hands as she parked herself on the cold pavement below. “I’m… not…” “Not cute? Lies. Look at you. I bet your girlfriend is all over you.” “D… don’t have one…” “You don’t? Well sorry, sweetie, but I find that hard to believe.” “I’m too depressed for her,” I replied, hanging my head in shame, trying to look anywhere but at her face. “Her? So there was someone? Is this what it’s all about?” “No. Yes. I mean… part of it.” “Then tell me more.” “It’s just… I’ve felt like this for a long time. Since…” “Since what?” “Since I lost my Mum,” I sighed. She went silent for a second. “Ah. Yes. I know how much that hurts. No Dad to help?” “No. He… didn’t like who I was growing up to be. I wasn’t his clone, so he didn’t care. I was always too much like my Mum.” She squeezed my hand, causing me to look up into her beautiful green eyes. “Oh sweetie. I understand your pain. But that doesn’t mean you go taking a step onto the motorway below like that. Are you in therapy? Missed your meds?” “None of it works. Tried it all.” She looked at me, no smile on her face anymore. As if she was trying really hard to read me. She was thinking about something, but I couldn’t even begin to guess what it was that was going on in that head of hers. “Right. Come on. Come with me.” Okay… I wasn’t expecting that. But hey, as long as she doesn’t call the police or for an ambulance… maybe I can get away with just slinking off home once she’s given me a talking to, and no-one in my life will be aware of what nearly went down tonight. “I… okay…” “Good boy. Let’s go sit on a bench and you can talk about what’s bothering you. Spare no details.” ------------------------------- “So depression, dead end job, no girlfriend, bad degree, shit dad, lost your Mum, facing homelessness, and nothing the doctors are trying is working? Is that everything?” “That… is pretty much it,” I replied, shrugging at her, not knowing what else to say. Ceres had found a nice little bench in the nearby park. It was just as dead as the bridge was, probably due to it being like… 3am. She had sat me down, wrapped her jacket around me (as I had been stupid enough to come out wearing just my t-shirt and jeans. Sure, it’s only the start of September, but it’s still pretty bloody cold at 3am in the UK, no matter what time of year it is), and barely released my hands from hers the entire time. I hesitated at first. I didn’t want to go and bother this complete stranger with all my issues, even if she had just technically saved my life. Despite wishing she hadn’t done so. But something about this woman, who looked not much older than 30, made me feel so… safe… that I eventually just blurted out everything, just one big stream of consciousness. I was worried maybe I had overwhelmed her, but clearly with her little summary… she had listened to everything. Not that I told her everything. There’s some stuff that I’m not even able to talk to myself about, let alone a cute stranger who just prevented me from ‘becoming paste on the road’. “Right. Well whilst I can see why you’d want to do what you were about to do… I still think you’re an idiot for attempting it.” “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be all nice and reassuring? ‘Idiot’ isn’t very nice, is it?” I asked, smiling cheekily at her, the first smile I had managed since she saved me. “Excuse me…” she said, trying her best to hold in her laugh, the one you could clearly see bubbling at the surface. “I’m very good at what I do. Not my fault some cute idiot decided to do something stupid and change my plans…” That’s when a wave of guilt hit me. The one I had hoped to have missed… after I had done the deed. “I… oh… sorry…” I replied, hanging my head in shame. “Oh shush. I was only on my way home from work.” “Still… sorry. You should be home right now.” “No, Noah… none of that bullshit with me, okay? You were in a low place, I understand that. Hell, I understand getting to the point where you’re teetering over the edge… but I will not have you putting yourself down just for slightly inconveniencing me. I’m just happy I got to stop you before you became vulture-chow.” “We don’t get vultures in England…” “And apparently you also don’t get jokes…” she said, nudging me playfully. “Sorry…” “What did I just tell you?” “S-... ah… yeah… Fine. No more apologies. For now,” I replied, pouting slightly at this cute girl. “Good boy.” Shivers ran through my body when she said those two words. And for a moment there… I swear she could tell. But it wasn’t good shivers. It wasn’t bad. It was like… a mix of both? “Now, sweetie. I’m a bit worried about leaving you alone right now. Have you got anyone you can call?” “No,” I snapped back at her, maybe a little too quickly. “No one?” “I… no. Sorry. I’ll be fine, you can just let me go home.” “Via the motorway?” she replied, pointing in the direction of where I had nearly jumped. “Oh I don’t think so, sweetie.” “I’ll be fine…” I groaned. “Look, I’ll give you my number. If you need someone to talk to, or have a drink or something, you just call me, okay? You’re not a bother. And I want you to be okay. You’re a cute guy.” I grumbled a bit, before she finally released her hands, reaching into her shoulder bag with both of them, before pulling her phone out with one of them. “Right, come here. I’m giving you the biggest hug ever. That way you’ll want another one, and be a lot less likely to go stepping off bridges…” Hey, I wasn’t going to argue with this woman. First off, she’s cute. Secondly… she gives off this vibe of ‘do as I say, or you’ll regret it’. Thirdly… I was still calming down after everything, so if I was going to try this again… I’d need a few days, I think, to get my head back to normal. And fourthly… and most importantly… she hadn’t called anyone. She hadn’t called the police. Hadn’t called to get me locked away for my own safety. She was just… letting me go. This was the best thing that could have happened once she saved me, and I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. As I stood up, she held out her arms, creating an opening for me to hug her. Slowly shuffling forward, I got closer and closer until she took the lead and stepped forward, wrapping her rather strong arms around me, squeezing me tightly. I wrapped mine around her waist and embraced the hug. With my head pressed against her chest like this, this hug felt like the best thing in the world right now. The best thing I had experienced in years. I felt all the sadness I tried bottling up, all the anger, all the pain, everything… come rushing forward, flooding my body with emotion. I began to cry into her shoulder. “There there, Noah, let it all out. You’ve had a stressful life from the sounds of it. Just let it all out. Forget about it. You don’t have to be big and strong with me.” Her words, along with the soft, comforting accent of hers… made me feel smaller than ever. Even as she stroked my blonde hair, which must have come untied from the ponytail earlier, I felt smaller than ever, despite her only being a couple of inches taller than me. And I’m 5’9! Yet I felt two feet tall compared to this woman somehow. “I… sorry I’m such a mess. You… you shouldn’t have to comfort me like this.” She squeezed me tighter, then moved her mouth closer to my ear. “Sweetie, I am so glad I ran into you tonight. I think fate brought us together. Because I think I can help you.” A small little pinch. In my upper arm. That’s all that was felt before the world… and my body… got really heavy. Before the world started spinning. Before everything felt… almost good for once. 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I'll play any age and any gender. Mommy, daddy, boy, girl, sissy. Also I'll play with any age or gender. As long as the scene is fun, I'm okay with it. I also have many ideas for scenes. So whatever you like, just let me know the roles or the scene, or both and we can probably play it. Cute or kinky, everything goes (depending on the mood).

Hi all, I've been a member on here for a while but never really interacted much. I like to read other people's abdl stuff because it helps to feel connected, but I've never really been that good at posting myself. Recently though, I have been able to really regress on occasions and it has made me want to try to be more involved with abdl people. My wife is very supportive she doesn't mind my nappies, dummy teddies or babygrows and even napping on her boobies occasionally with all of the above lol but she doesn't really want anything to do with it other than that so I've always had to change my own bum. However recently we have a friend who has known about my nappies for a long time to the extent that i can walk around in just my nappy and she has seen me change my own on dozens of occasions, and she offered to change me. I had just made coffee for us all and went and got a fresh nappy and laid it out on the floor as I was still in my soaking wet bedtime one and she said "are you changing that stinky bum bum" i nodded but sort of jokingly said "not unless you want to do it for me" and she said ok I really thought that she was joking until she grabbed the baby wipes and butt cream. I looked at my wife to sort of ask if it was ok and she really didn't mind at all so she fully committed laid me down opened up my nappy lifted my legs, properly wiped me put on sudocream and put a fresh nappy on. I felt so vulnerable and child like it was soooo good. Since then she has changed me quite a few times and now even has taking to patting the front of my nappy to see how wet i am. Sorry for the long post just really wanted to share and maby start to connect a little more. Xxx

I'm fulltime pre-op transwoman living in SE AZ, East of Tuscon. I love being diapered and wearing little gurl clothes. As much as I love being a gurl and love being diapered I am not into the baby, age regression aspect ab/dl. I'll happily be a big, little gurl, suck on my paci, take a baby bottle and do naughty big gurl things with and for daddy. If interested, let me know. I'm DDF, discreet and looking for fun.

So I noticed I’m in the minority when it comes to diapers, like everyone LOVES plastic backed, (so much so whenever they make a new Clothback diaper everyone DEMANDS a plastic backed version) though I’ve always been into the clothbacks, I mean basically all baby diapers are clothbacked now. Yeah there was a time when they were plastic backed but I’m just not nostalgic for it. And I’ve had a vintage Barney plastic one when I was 9 and used it, but that was about it. Still not really into plastic backs. I mean I’ll still wear and use it but I don’t get that much enjoyment out of a plastic back Tapes, everyone’s seems to love four tapes, and that I’m forced into as the market and the minority wants four tapes, but my body doesn’t like four tapes quite as much as the bottom tapes often pop off during sleep or extended use (unless it’s the few rare kinds like (kiddo premium nights) I’m not sure what’s the stance on sticky tapes, but I prefer Velcro tapes, sticky tapes can only be re-adjusted so many times, and sometimes they can rip the shell off. Two tapes just fit my body better, plus the mediums adult diapers tend to run just a BIT small on me, so the tapes are closed to the thighs then the center, but also larges are too big. The only two tapes I can think of are kiddo junior plus and super dry kids (but those are sticky tapes…) and the bunny hops, but I think the 2 tape version got discontinued. Then there’s the abu cushies, but both the plastic and clothback were discontinued. And the kiddo teddy ultra the four tape fits better for me and the rise is good, but the 2 tape one has a rise that’s too high. So if you’re a two tape, Clothback lover such as myself. There kinda is nothing… and the stuff that was good that was there was shelved. I guess that makes sense because it’s not in demand. But yeah. Patterns what’s your stance on patterns, I know one ya of diaper lovers love plain white diapers, but that just doesn’t do it for me. I love diaper prints, especially the more childish prints, idk, they’re just comforting in a way, but I also like other kinds of prints like for example pretend agains new diaper (pixel pals) while it’s super busy (in a good way) it uses a gaming motif that’s not babyish and I commend them for it ^^ anyways, what your thoughts on diapers? Or any of the topics I just talked about I’d love to hear what you think.