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Boomer generation diaper lover and sissy interested in meeting similar friends for chat and playdates in the San Diego area (Rancho Bernardo area).

Alex struggled helplessly in his binds. Stuck in a diaper and dress, gagged with an oversized pacifier, and with a bright red ribbon wrapped around, he could do nothing but wait. He supposed that was what he was a Christmas present for someone. The only question was for whom. It was a question that had haunted him since the day he arrived at the training institute. Like everyone, he knew there was someone paying for him. Like most, he had no idea who they were, when he

Part 1. “You go first,” Caroline smiled. “Remember, I want complete honesty.” My very attractive, 24 year old, black-haired date smiled and folded her arms across her large chest, enjoying my embarrassment. This was new to me, Truth or Dare on a first date. I remained silent while the waiter cleared the plates from the table. I felt my heart beating in my chest but decided to take the plunge. After all, my Match.com dates never result in a repeat meeting and I knew I wouldn’t see Caroline again. “I used to wet the bed and my mother would beat me for it.” Caroline’s eyebrows rose. “How old were you?” She asked. I thought she would be shocked, even appalled but nothing showed on her face. “What do you mean?” “When was the last time she beat you?” Her tone filled with impatience. “When I was seventeen.” My reply hung in the air. Across the table, Caroline kept her face impassive while she absorbed this news. I knew the next question was coming. “Do you still wet the bed?” Burning red but managing a smile, I waved a finger. “Ah.. No, it’s your turn now.” Caroline smiled and drummed her fingers on the table cloth. “When I was eight, I was sexually abused by my father and when I was thirteen, I was raped by him.” I sat there shocked and stared at her. There was no emotion or shame in her voice. My first instinct was that she was telling a joke in extremely bad taste. But how could anyone lie about such a thing? “That’s dreadful!” I muttered, finding it hard to hold eye contact with her. “How long did it go on for?” Caroline remained silent for a few seconds before smiling and picking up the desert menu. “Ok, game over. I really fancy some Crème Brulee, don’t you?” ----*---- Two weeks later she took me by surprise while I was preparing my evening meal. Neither of us had committed to another date and a handshake had finished the first date. However, she had asked me for my address on the pretext of sending me an invite to some party she was having in the future. I had offered email, but she waved that off, saying she found a real letter far more personal and acceptable. My apartment in West London has 24 hour concierge service, and the doorman would never let anyone up if I had not been contacted first. When the doorbell rang, I naturally thought it was a neighbour, after a cup of sugar or a helping hand. It took a second to recognise her after opening the door. “Caroline!” I exclaimed. “What a surprise!” Nervously, I wiped my hands on my apron and an awkward silence fell between us. “Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?” She finally asked, a smile lighting up her face. I took her through to the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine while I finished off the meal. There was enough for two. After I had served up the lamb curry and rice on the table she appeared. I had that feeling that she hadn’t actually been solely in the bathroom. After a few pleasantries over the delicious meal, she rested her knife and fork and looked up at me. “Truth or Dare. We never did finish it, did we?” Caroline raised her eyebrows in question. “It’s my turn to ask the question?” The food was feeling heavy in my stomach and I had a sinking feeling. I nodded in acquiesce. “So, I will repeat, do you still wet the bed?” There was no sympathetic smile or gentle tone. Something deep inside me compelled a truthful answer as I had nothing to lose. “Yes.” Caroline didn’t appear surprised. “And what about your mother, do you still see her?” I nodded. “She lives in Devon, but comes to stay occasionally. And of course, I go down there on a regular basis.” Caroline looked puzzled. “But the abuse you suffered. Surely you would have ostracized her?” I went pale and looked down at my plate. “She is a powerful woman,” I mumbled. “But also she is the trustee of my inheritance.” Understanding showed in Caroline’s eyes. “Ah, she controls the purse strings; a powerful force indeed.” I got up to clear the table but she smacked my hand away from her plate. “Sit down Peter, they can wait. We still have plenty to talk about.” She produced a packet of cigarettes and lighter and lit one up. I hated smoking and stared at her. “Hope you don’t mind.” I didn’t feel it was a question. “No,” I mumbled. Something compelled me to surrender. Normally I would have objected strongly. “Now,” she said, flicking ash onto her dinner plate. “Tell me the truth about the current relationship you have with your mother.” “What do you mean?” For the first time, Caroline raised her voice slightly. “I don’t like lying. And lying is telling a lie and not telling the truth, the whole story. Peter, stop lying to me will you? You are 34 years old and you have told me that she stopped beating you for wetting the bed when you were seventeen. So how do both of you handle the bed wetting now?” I was stunned. My heart was hammering in my chest and I felt my eyes water over. I stood. “I will show you.” Caroline followed me into the bathroom where I opened one of the wall cabinets. She was greeted by the sight of neat rows of disposable nappies and folded plastic pants, along with Johnson’s baby powder and zinc oxide cream. I felt weak and sat on the bath rim. If she wanted the truth, well, she was going to get the truth. “It was on my seventeenth birthday that I was woken by my mother who was holding a cup of tea in one hand and a wooden paddle in the other. Then the bed clothes would be pulled back for the normal bed inspection. She didn’t really have to inspect the bed. I was wet every morning but the inspection was just there to shame me. After breakfast, we got in a taxi and went to a clinic in Harley Street where they specialized in incontinence and since that day I have worn nappies every night to protect the bed.” Caroline looked at me. “Why the tears?” I was crying. Feeling so vulnerable and helpless. So humiliated after admitting my shameful secret. “Are you missing your Mummy?” Caroline was smiling now. Was she mocking me? Back at the dinner table, she lit another cigarette and waved at the opposite chair for me to sit. I obeyed. “Remember,” she waved a finger at me. “No lying now. We are still playing Truth or Dare.” Well, one of us was, I suppose. I nodded in agreement. Why did you join Match.com?” “I wanted a partner, maybe a wife,” I blurted out, perhaps a little bit too fast. I jumped as Caroline slapped her hand on the table. “What have I said about lying?” Again, that raised voice. She tapped her neck with one hand. “I have had it with men lying. Peter, you are not allowed to lie to me.” I was frightened and somewhat confused and didn’t reply. Caroline eased up and took a deep drag of the cigarette. “Alright,” she said softly. “I will make it easy for you. Are you looking for a partner or a mummy? Tell the truth now?” ----*----

Hi all, I'm from London, 54, committed sissy, love dressing in terry nappies, plastic panties and satin panties and satin LG dresses. Have a supportive wife and she would love to talk to other partners in a similar position. Love to chat with others sissy abs like me to make friends and help each other with our experiences and problems. alice xxx

I've probably had an account on here before, but I definitely don't remember my login. I'm a 27 year old gay diaper boy in the city of Los Angeles. I've been around the ABDL community since about 2005, and started meeting alot of ABDL's in person in 2007. I wear more often than not, I tell people I'm 23/6 instead of 24/7, as I don't put requirements on myself to wear all the time. I have several different headspaces I can find myself in; mostly a 3-4yo toddler who isn't taking to the potty training or giving up his pacifier thing too well. But I can also be a naughty teenage boy who's horny as hell, a diapered puppy, a baby fur, or a sissyboy. Though most often, I'm just a 27 year old wearing diapers while going about life.

(This is a special crossover with PinkTheDinosaur ‘s story “Baby Care Class (remix)” the story is split into 3 parts, the first and third are in Alice’s POV while the middle is in Williams. If you want to read it fully from his POV then please read PinkTheDinosaur story, link at the end.) My alarm clock rings and I smack it off as I groggily roll over in my bed. I slowly force my eyes open as I'm greeted by a smiling face looking at me. “Goo moorin moomma,” I tell the picture of mommy with my pacifier still in my mouth. I quickly remove the blanket to check on the stat of my diaper and see that it is still nice and dry. When mommy passed away a few years ago I had to relearn my potty training. I learned it so that I could finally grow up a little and make sure mommy would never have to worry about me and the rest of my life without her. But despite being potty trained I still will never give up being a little girl when I'm at home, and despite the fact that I'm now potty trained doesn't mean I still can't use my diapers whenever I want. On that note, I happily begin wetting the diaper until it's nice and slightly leaking before I start my day. I had just finished eating my eggs and toast when I received two text messages. The first was from my sister Bobbi. ‘Morning Alice! Do you have plans today?” Bobbi asked. The second text was from a mother who called me yesterday asking if I was open today. ‘Hi there, this is Jen, I was wondering if it was still ok to droop off my little girl at 3 to 5?’ So I messaged Jen back first. ‘Good morning, yes that will be fine, I'd be glad to watch your little girl.’ I texted her. ‘Thank you!’ Jen texted me. I then went back to Bobbi’s message. ‘Today I'll be watching little Alice until 4, and a new baby until 5. I'm free after that.’ I texted her. ‘Perfect! Marylynn and I will be over at 5, we got something great to show you!<3!<3!<3!’ Bobbi texted me.’P.S. don't use your diaper all day!’ I couldn't help but giggle wondering what got her so excited, and to be honest, I was getting a little excited. About an hour later I heard the doorbell and immediately went to answer it. “Aunty Mair!” Alice yelled as the 13-year-old girl as she gave me a great big hug. “Hi, Alice, its great to see you,” I told the girl as I hugged her back and looked up at the driveway and waved to the girl's father as he drove away. We (technically) were not related by blood but Alice has been coming to my daycare for the last three years and considers me family. “Can we have fun time today?” Alice asked me and I couldn't help but giggle. “We just have a baby coming today so it should be fine,” I tell her as she cheered and ran off into the bathroom. When she first came to my daycare she started having bladder problems and needed to wear diapers. After about a year she had finally stopped needing them but found that she started to like wearing them. A few times I caught her trying to sneak one on or take one home with her. Her parents didn't like it however and wanted her to stop which made her very upset. So I decided to make a deal with her, on days I didn't take care of kids older the 4 I would diaper her and let her be a baby for the day until she was picked up. She gladly accepted the offer and now it has become our little secret. At least that's what she thinks. As soon as I got the diaper on her I had her slip on a pair of sweets and come into the living room. “You can play until lunch time, then I want to check your homework. Remember, if you get bad grades you can't come over anymore,” I told Alice who agreed and ran over to play. Alice wasn't the only one I made a deal with. Alice’s grades were dropping a bit so I made a deal with Alice's parents. If they let Alice play baby girl while she’s at my daycare, I guarantee Alice would keep her grades at up to a B average. They were skeptical but decided to allow it and sure enough within 3 weeks, Alice's grades shot up. Now both parties are happy. “Ow and Alice were going to have a baby gest today,” I told her as I went to prepare a bottle for the little girl. ********************** williams POV It was 3 PM Sunday afternoon as Jen wheeled me up to a large house. All day Jen has been walking me all over town, no real destination. I was wondering what she had planned for me this time. Jen knocked on the front door and we were greeted by a beautiful blonde haired woman who greeted us. “Hello, you must be Jen Farbison, it's nice to meet you. I'm Mis. Mare and the owner of this daycare.” Mis. mare greeted Jen before looking down at me with a smile. DAYCARE!? I thought “Hi, Mis.Mare, it's great to meet you too. This here is Sissy Nellie Farbison, my daughter.” Jen said and I began getting mad at that lie. “Someone looks a little fussy.” Mis. Mare said as she bent down to get a good look at me. “But don't you look just like an adorable bunny” I was still in my ridiculous bunny outfit from last night with the white dress, paw mittens, paw booties, bunny ears, and white plastic pants with a cotton tale on the end. “Yes she is, she also has a little medical condition. She needs to keep her hands in mittens and a special pacifier on her to keep her from hurting herself.” Jen told Mis.Mare. “That’s fine, I deal with a few other special needs kids from time to time. Just tell me a little more about it and we should be all good.” Mis.Mare told Jen as she held the door opened and let us inside. Once we were inside I could immediately smell a tone of baby powder. “ANT MARE!” a girl yelled as they went up to Alice holding a piece of paper. “I can't do this problem!” The girl looked to be around 13 and looked a lot like Mis.Mare with her long blond hair. They honestly could have been sisters. “I'll be over to help you in a second, I'm currently with someone at the moment sweety.”Mis.Mare told the girl who noticed Jen and me. “What a cute baby,” the girl said as she flashed us a smile before leaving the room. “That was Alice, she is a regular at my daycare.” Mis.mare told Jen before leading us into a small office room. Here Jen told Mis.Mare a bogus story about how I was mentally ill and needed the pacifier and mittens, and how I'm really fussy to deal with. Basically as many lies as needed to prevent Mis.Mare from finding out who I really am. After they stopped talking Jen asked if she could take me to the bathroom to get a quick change before she left. Once in the bathroom Jen unstrapped me from the stroller and laid me down on a very large changing table. One big enough for an adult. “Ok Sissy, Mommy is going to be gone for a little while and I want you to be very good,” Jen said as she removed my wet diaper and replaced it with a new diaper. But before she taped it on Jen got out the tube of ice hot and my eyes went wide. I was screaming and crying as she pressed the tub against my asshole. Hoping, no, BEGGING her not to do it! “If your not good, then mommy will pour the entire tube into your bum,” Jen said with a smile as she put the tube away. Ow, thank god! I was then taped into the diaper before Jen got out another and taped it on me as well before sliding the plastic pants on me. However, that wasn't the end as Jen showed me something special about the panties. They had a special chain inside of them and with the help of a heart-shaped lock, the panties were completely locked. “We wouldn't want a stranger to see your little clit now would we?” Jen whispered in my ear as she picked me up and took me to see Mis.Mare. “I'll be back in two hours to pick her up,” Jen told her as she handed me over and kissed my cheek before leaving. “Don't you have just the nicest mommy.” Mis.mare said as she took me into her living room where she set me inside a giant play area. The play area had a playhouse on one end, a small table with coloring books on it, there was a tv set up playing Mack JR (fake tv program), a toy slide, and dozens of toys scattered around. “You play here for a moment while I go fetch you a bottle.” Mis.mare said as she left the room. I was looking around the room when Alice came over to greet me. “Aren't you just the cutest little thing,” Alice said as she stepped into the play area and grabbed a few stuffed animals and tried to play with me. I began to scream behind the pacifier and I began to struggle hoping to communicate with her but with no luck. I finally decided to say fuck it and try to walk towards the nearest exit before tripping and falling on my face due to the diapers. "Silly thing, were playing with toys right now," Alice said as she picked me up and set me down by the toys again. I noticed a coloring set right next to me, and I immediately tried to grab a crayon to write her a message with, to tell her I wasn't actually a baby. But with the mittens on I couldn't even pick up the crayon, and I screamed in frustration. "Someone is in a difficult mood today," Alice said picked me to examine me before she laid me down face-down on her knee, and softly patted my back. I let out a large burp, and the girl giggled. Not sure why, but that is when I relieved myself of needing to take a dump, and I completely messed the diaper I had on, instantly turning my seat to mush. I hoped that she would smell it, go to change me, and find that I had male private parts, but the diapers were too thick to let out most of the smell. "Awww, you are sooo cute!" Alice said and beginning to poke my chest, "I love baby girls so much." “You two having fun?” Mis.mare asked as she returned with a bottle in hand. “Would you like to feed her?” “Yes please,” Alice said as she took the bottle and Mis.Mare removed the pacifier cap just like Jen showed her and Alice stuck the bottle into it. Apon tasting the contents, however, I nearly gagged as the formulary went into my mouth. “Come on baby girl, drink up so you can grow big,” Alice said as she began bouncing me lightly. I hated it but I wound up drinking the whole thing before Alice began to burp me. “You are getting really good at this Alice, you'll become a great mommy when you grow up.” Mis Mare told her as she watched everything. “You remind me of my sister Bobbi and I when I would feed her like this.” With that Alice stood up and gave me to Mis.Mare who gave me a tickle. Then she began to smell the air. “I think someone just made a mess in her diaper.” Mis.Mare told us. Does that mean the smell from my diapers got out? Does that mean I'm going to get a change and they will finally see I'm not a girl! But instead of checking me, Mis.Mare went behind Alice and pulled back the waistband of her pants to reveal a messy diaper! What the hell! I thought. “You stay right here for a minute while I go chang miss stinky bomb over there.” Mis.Mare said as she sat me down in the play area once more and took the teen girl into the bathroom to have her diaper changed. I can't believe I just meet someone else that uses diapers without being forced! When they came back, Mis.Mare picked me up from the play area and took me to a different room, this one full of cribs. “Now that you've had your baba, its time for a little nap.” Mis.Mare said as she pleased me into a crib and gave me a blanket. “And I think little Alice here needs one as well.” “Aww, do I have to?” the teen protested as Mis.mare lowered the side of a much larger crib for Alice to lay down in. “Yes, you know the rules, babies take naps.” Mis.mare said as she picked the teen girl up with ease and sat her down in the crib before leaving for a moment and returning with another bottle. This one, however, wasn't for me as Mis.Mare tried to give it to Alice but accidentally dropped it. “Oh dear.” Mis.Mare said as she bent down to pick up the bottle and I notice the back of her dress rise up to reveal she was also wearing a diaper! What the hell was going on with these people?!? Mis.Mare handed Alice the bottle who happily began drinking it as the bars of the crib were lifted up. “Have a nice nap baby girls.” Mis.mare said as she turned off the lights and left the room. 2 hours later I was woken up from my nap by Jen who picked me up. “How was my little girl! Were you good?” Jen asked. “Like an angel.” Mis.Mare told her as she entered the room. I looked over and noticed Alice was no longer in the crib and must have woke up before Jen got here. “That's good because I got a special surprise for my good girl!” Jen said as she bounced me up and down and I noticed my very heavy diaper. “Come back to play soon.” Mis.Mare told us as Jen place me back into the stroller and pushed me out or the house, just as two other women were heading to the house. They complimented on how cute I looked before we passed them. “Hey Alice, we just got a new product in and we were wondering if you would like to try it with us?” I heard one of the women say. ****************************** Alices pov I immediately let my diaper sisters in and had them sit in the living room. “How was your day? Bobbi asked as she and Marylynn shutdown. “It was good, little Alice went home in a wet pull up and you just saw the new Baby leave,” Alice told her sisters. “We saw, the bunny outfit was so cute on her, I now want one,” Marylynn commented. “So you have a new product for your store?” I asked wondering what it could be. “Yep and we wanted you to test it out with us!” Bobbi said as she held out a package. “What is it?” I asked as I opened it up to see diapers inside. “Diapers?” “Not just any diapers,” Marylynn said as I pulled it out and got excited. They were extra big and extra thick! Not only that but this one also had my name on it! “They are specially made ABDL diapers that are made to order, our business partner makes them custom made for every order and asked us to sell it on our site,” Bobbi said as she pulled out one that had her name on it. “But before we ever start selling we always make sure the products are good and we thought you might want to join in on the fun,” Marylynn told me grabbing her’s. I didn't need to be told anymore as I immediately tore off my pants and dry diaper too but on the new one. The diaper was so thick I couldn't even close my legs if I wanted to. The inside felt nice and soft, I even began bouncing on my bottom. “We know you're a heavy wetter and we thought these would work great for you,” Bobbi said as she put her’s on. “Now it's time for the fun part,” Marylynn said as she had her diaper on and pulled out 3 little vials. “We got to test them to see how good they work.” I knew what she had and happily waddled into my kitchen to grab is 3 bottles of chocolate milk and poured the special laxatives into them. “To diapers!” Bobbi said as we knocked our bottles together and began drinking them as fast as we could. Once we were done with the bottle Bobbi took out her laptop and began typing out her thoughts and began asking us how we thought of the diapers so far. “it's amazing, nice and soft in all places but not too soft to where I'm afraid it won't hold anything,” I told Bobbi as I poked at the diaper and felt the urge to pee. “When can we pee?” “Just a few minutes, I still need to make the review,” Bobbi said as she finished typing her review and handed it to Marylynn who also began typing. Once they were done if it was excitement or if I really needed to go but I was bouncing up and down trying not to pee. “Ok, now we can pee,” Marylynn said as the three of us began filling our diapers and letting out loud sighs of relief. “What do you think?” Bobbi asked. “It's so absorbent, most of my diapers leak after I use them and the ones that could, would leak if they took another soak. With these, I think I could pee in them 4 times before they got full.” I told them who also agreed. With that, the three of us began playing around in our diapers to see if they could stand up to any ABDL playing. And sure enough, they could. No leaks, or anything. It retains its shape and I couldn't be happier. Then the laxatives hit us like a ton of bricks as we felt the first of the cramps. I tried to hold it as long as possible as Marylynn was the first to neal over and fill her diaper. Marylynn never really eat a lot so we never noticed any bulge or anything. Heck with how big they were we couldn't even smell it. Bobbi was next to fill her diaper and this time we notice a small bulge but nothing that couldn't be used again. Finally, I was the last one. Thankfully I only peed in my diaper this morning and still needed to go from yesterday. I stopped fighting the need to go and I filled the diaper up as much as I could. “Amazing,” Bobbi said as she gave my diaper a pat. “Even with so much you still can't smell it!” It was true, these diapers were amazing and meant to be used more than once. I couldn't help but love the feeling and wished we had them a few years ago. I could almost picture mommy coming into the room to see three diapered girls playing in their full diapers, not worrying about the smell and letting us have our fun. “Bobbi, I need you to do me a favor,” I tell her. “What's that?” Bobbi asked. “Order me 100 more of these.” I happily told her as I bounced on my diapered bottom and letting the mess spread. There was no way I was taking this diaper off until tomorrow night. https://pinkthedinosaur.deviantart.com/art/Baby-Care-Class-remix-part-10-Be-good-for-mommy-720157810?ga_submit_new=10%3A1513326363