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Author's notes: - For this story I only wrote a prologue. If there's any interest, I will try continuing this one. - This story is not set in the US, which means that holidays and so on may sound a little off for the majority of readers. Just roll with it. ====== Prologue : Caught ------------------- It was the middle of autumn and the first week off for college and university. It was a veritable exodus of students all rushing to go home for Halloween break, including Lynn's two housemates Madison and Peony. Lynn herself didn't really have any need to do so. Her parents lived a lot closer, making it convenient for her to occasionally go home during a weekend here and there. Not this weekend, though. She had made plans, having the whole house to herself with her housemates gone for a week. The kind of things you could only do with no-one around. She was excited and eager to start. The front door opened, bringing in a gust of chill autumn air along with Peony's windswept hair. Lynn giggled and took a step toward Peony to help, but she was already stroking back her hair and tucking it behind her ears, smiling as she began unbuttoning her long coat. When she saw Lynn she let out het contentment. "Vacation at last," she said. "Technically, vacation starts on monday," Madison interrupted as she descended the stairs. She took every step slowly and carefully, being forced to carry her luggage before she could plop it down on the floor and roll it after her. Madison had been waiting for Peony to get home. They had agreed to depart together, seeing as they both needed to take the same train and given that Peony's last class ended rather late in the day, they would also avoid the busiest moments at the train station. And that suited both of them quite well. It did not suit Lynn though. She had been preparing for her friends to leave for the last two weeks, getting all the supplies she needed to fully enjoy her time alone in the house. They were still tucked neatly in the back of her wardrobe, but she'd had a hard time leaving them there all day. Her fingers were itching to grab them, and itching hard enough to distract her from everything else she had planned to keep herself occupied throughout the day. Like going over this week's classes and doing repeat exercises. Peony had prepared her bags last night and they were waiting for her in the living room. She gave them a glance and then headed upstairs, shouting at Madison. "Technically, I'm going to freshen up and then we can go." Madison smiled after her before she asked Lynn: "so, what do you have planned?" "Oh just studying and going home on tuesday," she blurted out to keep herself from blushing. Naturally it came out to forcefully, making Madison raise an eyebrow at her, which in turn made her blush anyway. She looked down. It was hard not to be embarrassed by what she had planned, even though she would be all alone. It just wasn't something that someone who was pretty much an adult should be eager about. "Well, just have some fun, alright?" Madison said with a slight smile on her lips, like she knew exactly what Lynn had planned. Lynn felt lightning go through her back and she shuddered, but before Madison could say anything Peony came bounding down the stairs, cheerfully calling "I'm ready." She had a smile on her face, her curly hair tied behind her head to avoid the same mess she had walked in with. "Ready, Mads?" She asked. "You betcha," Madison said with a last glance at Lynn. They grabbed their coats and before Lynn well realized it, she was standing in the doorway to the living room. All alone in the house they had rented for the year. She blinked, a bit flabberghasted at how much her heart was beating nervously in her throat. She stood looking at the front door for ten more minutes, scared that Peony and Madison would come walking back through that door. Slowly she took her first step toward the stairs. And then another, and another. On the stairs she threw a last look back at the front door and then deliberately kept a normal pace, allowing herself for a few moment to really long for that feeling between her legs. Her bedroom was large with a classical looking wardrobe that occupied the wall next to her full-sized bed. Her working desk, as large a one as she could get in there, stood on the wall opposite the bed. It was stacked with books, both for her studies and just to read. Her laptop stood waiting for her in the middle of her desk. She would grab that later. For now, she stood in front of her wardrobe, holding the handles while her fingers trembled slightly. She pulled the large wooden doors open and pulled out the strategically placed blanket to reveal her underwear for the next few days. It was a pack of adult diapers. She'd gone out of her way to go to pharmacy in a place she normally never visited and then had to go back the next day to pick up the pack she had ordered. They'd been carefully hidden in her backpack, but she had still feared being discovered by someone who looked at her. Even now, she had to swallow at the thought. There was no need to be scared of course, the only two people who could discover her here were well on their way home. So, she grabbed the pack of diapers and did what she had wanted to do almost two weeks ago: she tore it open, running two fingers across the stack of folded plastic. She slowly undressed herself, taking off her blouse and her bra, her socks and her pants. She hesitated at her underwear, taking it off very slowly and carefully, as if she was not looking forward to what came next. It was just pretend. Or maybe it was that weird feeling in between eagerness and suspense. Tugging at one the diapers, she was met with fierce resistance. They were packed so tightly that her fingers couldn't get enough grip to pull one out. She gritted her teeth, wriggled her fingers in as deep as she could, and pulled again. The diaper came loose and Lynn toppled over backwards. She sat up giggling, enjoying how silly she felt. Whatever unease was left melted away. Her excitement remained so she unfolded the diaper on her bed as best she could. It took some careful exploration since adult diapers were unfamiliar and a lot bigger than the baby diapers she had held and changed before. With her right hand she cupped her sex for a moment, imagining how the diaper would fit on her and then parked her bottom on the diaper on her bed. She tried pulling the front flap up between her legs, her legs automatically closing when the fabric tickled the inside of her thighs. Despite being all alone she blushed. That was not a solution, so instead she laid down, almost like a baby. Spreading her legs, she pulled the diaper up between them. It took a little wriggling and adjusting to get the front and the back to align on her waist so she could snugly tape it shut. She must've stood admiring her diapered bottom in the mirror for fifteen minutes before she decided it was time to go back downstairs. She considered doing it dressed in only a diaper, but longing for this moment, she had selected an old dress that was now quite on the short side for wearing over it. The skirt short enough that it wouldn't take much to get a peak at the diaper she was wearing. She just barely still fit into it, the skirt starting a little higher than looked good and ending not much below her diaper. If she twirled, she would probably reveal herself. She did, in front of her mirror, and could indeed see the flash of white plastic that was her diaper, though only for a second. She bit her lip and excitedly went downstairs. In the living room, she pulled her cozy blanket and plopped it on the ground. Normally it was intended for cosying up when they were watching a movie. However, she had actually decided on reading a book today, not watching a movie, though she didn't really understand why. So she grabbed her book and lay down on her blanket, giving her diapered bottom a loving caress as she started reading. The book was one she had had to read in high school, about a boy who got a prophecy that he only had two weeks left to live. She had forgotten a lot about the book since, so it seemed a good choice because it would be interesting to re-read and yet it also wouldn't matter if she stopped in the middle. "Sander bumped his bike into the sidewalk..." the book began and Lynn tried to focus on the words and the soft feeling on her bottom at the same time. Oddly enough, she managed to entwine the two feelings together for a long time. The page number went up very quickly. Just laying back down after having gone for a glass of water, she heard something fidget at the front door. Unconcerned she lifted her head to take a look and then she heard the key unlock the door and she could just barely see the door swing inward from where she was in the living room. And she panicked. She wanted to flee upstairs but there was not enough time or room to make it to the staircase as Madison and Peony dragged their suitcases back inside. All Lynn could do was throw half of her blanket over herself so she was bundled up completely and nothing peaked out. "Oh, hey Lynn," Peony said as she began taking off her coat. Madison swiveled in the middle of removing her second arm from its sleeve, sending the coat flying toward the stairs. She opened her mouth, nothing coming out at first. "I thought you'd be in your room," she said after a moment or two. Giving her companion a look, Peony went on explaining. "They canceled all trains tonight. Or at least, they couldn't give any guarantees that any more trains would leave tonight. Some serious issue with the tracks not very far out of the station." "Yeah, they advised everyone to take busses if they could," Madison added, "but the last one that might get us home had already left." Peony smiled. "It's okay. We already called home and we should be able to take a train in the morning." Madison did not look as happy with the news, but instead she focused her attention back on Lynn. "So what are you doing?" "Just reading," Lynn blurted out faster than she wanted to. "So," Peony came to her rescue before Madison could say anything, "want to watch a movie together since none of us have anything planned?" Walking into the living room, she added toward Lynn: "And you're already in your blanket anyway." Lynn swallowed, trying to hide her anxiety about her roommates finding out what she was wearing underneath. Her throat felt like it would croak if she said something, so she just nodded an okay, tying her blanket around her like a towel. She tested getting up, making sure the blanket would not come undone, then bent back down to pick up the book. Peony was already sitting on the couch, patting the seat next to her before Lynn could excuse herself to go upstairs to put away her book. She felt herself blush a little, but she put her book on one of the cupboards and then went to sit next to Peony. "Can I share your blanket," Peony said as Lynn sat down. Normally Lynn really liked cuddling up to Peony. Her roommate was tall and warm and always ended up caressing her, making Lynn feel loved in a very good way, like Peony would always take good care of her. Today it instead felt like a trap and it was entirely her own fault. She could not risk her roommates discovering she was wearing a diaper, so instead she said "I'm really cozy right now, can I please stay like this." "Aww," Peony murmured, wiping away a tear forming in Lynn's eye, giving her a kiss on the forehead, and pulling her close, blanket and all. Finally, she added her own blanket over the two of them. Madison finished putting on the movie, The Time-Traveler's Wife, and climbed into the other side of the couch, pulling her own blanket over herself. Lynn knew why she was in her blanket, yet the weather really wasn't cold enough yet to warrant it. Coziest way to watch a movie or not, she had two blankets on her and she was getting warm very fast. It was hard to concentrate on the movie and the movie did need some attention. When she finally gave up trying to follow, even thoughts about the diaper she was wearing or feeling it on her bottom didn't stop her from falling asleep against Peony's bosom. She started awake when someone very close by yelled, "oh my god, what are you wearing?" "She's awake," came the softer voice of Peony who was just putting a pillow under Lynn's head. "She's wearing a diaper, Peony!" Madison screamed out, taken aback. There was still an undertone of excitement in her voice. Lynn's hands shot down her body as if on their own, grabbing the skirt of her too little dress and pushing it to cover her diaper. "Too late for that," Madison blurted out, thankfully not doing anything to expose the diaper again. At the same time, Peony started in a more soothing voice: "Do you need to tell us something, sweetie?" Lynn shook her head no and Peony just kept going. "Have you been having some problems? Bedwetting issues?" Lynn shook her head no again, but her diaper was in fact wet and she had no idea when she had done that. It must've been when she fell asleep watching the movie. "I think she's just a big baby," Madison said, a knowing spark in her eye, "one that can't make it to the potty and wets her diapers." Peony gave her a scowl. "Madison!" "What?" The more forward roommate shot back. "It's true, just ask her if her diaper is wet." Peony didn't need to. If Lynn had been embarrassed before, she must be as red as a stop-sign now. And then she was on her feet and asking "can I please go to my room now?" "Of course, sweetie," Peony immediately replied in her calming voice. "And if you need any help, just call me, okay?" Lynn just barely kept from breaking down in sobs as she rushed upstairs to her room, but the tears were definitely rolling down her cheeks. This was not what she had planned.

Jane It is summer and me and my wife Bernie are over at our neighbours Rick and Janes for a barbeque, our good friends Bill and Kirsty are there too as is Rick’s 3 year-old son Max from a previous relationship. It is very warm and we are all in shorts and vests. It is getting later in the evening and still very warm and we have all been drinking since the afternoon when the silly games start. Max is still up and running about, now just in a T-shirt and his nappy. First, it is the drinking games, but the girls didn’t think that was fair as the boys are all bigger, so Jane comes up with the dares. Take your top off then take your bottoms off to your underwear then run 2 doors up to the end of the street in just your underwear. I was obviously reluctant but after all of the girls had taken there tops off to their bra’s and bottoms off to their knickers, they said I was being unfair me not taking my shorts off. Whether they were all too drunk to notice or just didn’t care, it was only Jane who squealed with delight when I took my shorts off revealing my bulky gleaming white nappy. “Nappies! Gary’s got nappies. At least you are not the only one in a nappy” and then we were straight back to the games with my nappy just treated as underwear. I did the end of the street and back too then we just got back to sitting around drinking and chatting in our underwear. We did pull our T shirts back on but no bottoms and nothing said about my nappy at first but a little while later and everybody is taking it in turns to go to the loo, when one has to go then suddenly everybody has to go it seems, everybody that is except me. Jane picked up on this straight away “Aren’t you going for a wee Gary, or have you already been?” I just sat there squirming when Jane came straight up to me looking at my nappy not concealed between my legs, “have you wet your nappy then, you have haven’t you hahaha” looking at the slight discolouration. “I’ve just changed Max’s nappy; do you need your nappy changing too?” Bernie staring at me with Daggers “No, he doesn’t. He can go home if that is the case.” We spent a bit more time drinking but then I was tired and ready to go home for bed. I got up to say bye and was following Bernie towards the gate with Jane following us to put some things in the bin when it just happened. I was walking out of the gate when I flooded my nappy giving me a very droopy bum. “You haven’t” Jane chuckled at me before I hadn’t even figured what she was referring too “Have you just gone in your nappy?” “Ah sorry, no control over that one” I replied feeling a little ashamed. Jane however was now giggling “I can’t believe you just went in your nappy when you were going home” she said “I know, I’ll pop round tomorrow and then hopefully explain” I said, Bernie was clearly not happy with me. Frosty reception from Bernie as we walked across the road to our house. I was upstairs and changing as Bernie just got into bed by herself, it appeared that I had clearly gone too far. The following morning, I was up showered and changed. Bernie was like “I don’t know why you’ve put that on when you’ve just got clean and showered. I’m going out till later” and she got in her car and was gone. A little while later I saw that Jane had been out in her car and had come back so probably up the shops, so I ventured over to say thanks for last night. I’m in a T shirt and my shorts are my short baggy ones. I knock on Jane’s door and she opens the door looking her normal bright and giggly self. “About last night” I begin “You fancy a drink” she says, “the gate is open, so I’ll see you in the back.” Jane is very house proud, no shoes allowed so as we were going to the back garden anyway, it was easier to go through the gate than take shoes off and then put shoes on. Once in the garden and a minute later and Jane is there with two cups of tea and I begin “Sorry but it’s a problem I’ve had for a while” I say while Jane is sniggering “at least you see the funny side, which is good” “I just can’t believe that you were wearing a nappy like Max, OH sorry, you’re still wearing a nappy, I can see it, hehehe, oh sorry I shouldn’t laugh it is just a bit different that’s all” she says “It’s OK and stop apologising, it is a little gift from a motorcycle accident 20 years ago, I’ve got used to it.” I reply “Do you wear them all of the time then?” she asks “No, just when I don’t want wet pants” I offer “And do you use them for everything” she asks “Not entirely no, I make up a point of using the toilet to try and clear out every morning, to prevent serious incidents but they happen” I reply “So, you have no control?” she asks “No, I have some control when I concentrate on it, but it can catch me unawares” I reply “Anyway I need to nip into town as Bernie has gone off in a huff” “Ooh, can I come” she asks “Rick has gone to Newtown to take Max home, he won’t be back till lunch time.” “Of course,” and we get in my car and drive into town. Driving over the river bridge and Jane is asking why there no houses on the flat land by it and I’m telling her about the flood plains. We park nearby and take a walk across the field towards the river and climb down the bank to water level to watch the swans before returning to the car. Jane turns to follow me up the bank away from the river when she squeals “I can see it, hehehe, I can see your nappy under your shorts, hehehe, have you wet it yet?” “probably” I respond “Really, you’re wearing a wet nappy, and nobody can tell” she says “Well, I have an idea” “So, you don’t know?” “Not really but it’s usually wet by now, so I just assume.” “So, you don’t have a wee, you just gets wet?” “Yes, most of the time but I never fully empty so I can wee as well. But as I cannot feel if I need a wee like you do, I can sometimes just flood and then it leaks if I haven’t had a wee for a while, so I just make sure to keep my bladder empty. I can wear pants and to the loo for a wee every 20 minutes, but I still leak a bit and so get wet anyway. Wearing a wet nappy is more comfy than wet pants so I wear a nappy and wet it,” “So, is your nappy wet now because you’re leaking or because you wet it?” “Both really, and yes I’ve just wet myself while standing here talking to you.” Sarah just stood there giggling to herself. “Sorry for asking so many questions, I’m just intrigued.” “It’s OK, I don’t mind talking about it really, it’s nice to able to be open about it, Bernie does not like it most of the time” “But she knew and left you and then came back so presumably accepting it.” “Yep, and she has even changed me” “What! Like I change Max? hehehe, have you always had to wear nappies then?” “Most of my life, yeah” “So, you were normal and then something happened?” “OK here you go then. I was toilet trained and dry by the time I was 2. My little brother was born when I was 5 and I had a few wet beds. Then when I was 7, my 8-year-old sister wanted to play moms and dads, but I was to be the baby and she put a nappy on me over my pants. Mom caught us but instead of getting mad, she showed Cindy how to it properly. She got my baby brother Ben and lay us down, side by side. She got a clean nappy and baby pants out of the airing cupboard and started changing Ben’s nappy while Cindy copied her putting a nappy on me, so I was then in a nappy and baby pants playing all the time as Cindy thought it was fun and I didn’t mind. The nappy got wet which we thought was just funny, so we played all summer, I even went into town wearing it under my shorts and Cindy made sure I was wearing a nappy ready for bed. Wake up in the night needing a wee and you’re wearing a nappy which everybody expects to be wet in the morning anyway. It was all a game but a game where I was now in nappies again. Then when I was 11, my dad died at work, within a few weeks and I was waking up in a wet bed. I hid it from my mom as I found some nappies in the back of the airing cupboard, I could remember I had worn them only a few years before so wore them again. I improvised waterproof pants with a carrier bag and this kept my bed dry. The wetting continued and so I got proper baby pants from the shop. The bigger ones actually fit me easily. This went on for months until mom caught me. I was getting careless and still wearing it in a morning whilst downstairs having breakfast and mom smelled me took a step back looking at me and announced, ‘your nappy needs changing’. Nothing was said for a few weeks and realising the calming effect they had on me, I had started to wear them during the day. I was walking in the house to go to my room and Cindy was giggling. I just kept my head down as I knew I needed to change as I had wet my nappy while out on my bike. I went into my room and mom was waiting for me sitting on my bed. I was about to turn round but she called me over and was really calm and started asking me questions. I tried to deny everything, but she pulled me to her and grabbed me, feeling my bottom, she said she knew when her little boy needs his nappy changing and I was definitely her little boy who needs his nappy changing. Mom then pulled me onto her lap and changed my nappy like it was the most normal thing in the world. She had even got a pile of nappies on top of my chest-of-drawers, and they were bigger and thicker than what I normally wore. So now I’m 12 and a clean nappy is out with my clothes whenever I get home from school and at weekend mornings so I can wear during the day. Mom doesn’t always change me but makes sure I always have a clean nappy available and they get used. I was getting better as I got older and could go without a nappy for days but then I had my bike smash when I was 18. I apparently lost control of my bike on a corner at about 70mph. I fell off and damaged a road sign, 4 concrete garden posts and 2 apple trees. I was found in minutes by my mates who I was out with, they collectively saved my life as they got me out of a tree and into a recovery position until the ambulance arrived. I was unconscious for 3 weeks and have no recollection of the events at all. I was taken to hospital with · A fractured femur (Thigh bone) · A fractured Humorous (Upper arm bone) · Head injuries (Swollen face and unconscious) · Internal bleeding (Swollen abdominal region) Initially the casualty consultant had decided not to operate on my leg, he was going to put me on traction instead of a plate as I was too ill to operate on. Then they found I had internal bleeding so had to operate on me anyway. My mom had been a casualty Sister so she knew these were not easy decisions and had warned my brothers and sister that I might not make it. I was in hospital on traction for about 3 months and got out with very poor balance and motor skills and very much struggling to hold my bladder. The first day back and I had wet myself sitting on the settee and almost falling asleep, so mom helped me upstairs as my leg was still in a caste and helped me get undressed and into bed. She even went in my bottom drawer and got my nappies out that she pinned on me. She was even able to get my baby pants over my caste. I was asleep within minutes. The following day and I persuade mom to take me out in the car, but I fall down the outside steps and break my arm again while trying to get to the car. Mom is able to pick me up and put me in the car as I had lost so much weight in hospital and I was only about 6 stones, so all my baby pants were fitting me better, in fact a couple of my baby pants were a bit big on me. Getting back home and now I can’t use my crutches or get upstairs, so mom with my brother and sister brought my bed downstairs into the living/dining room which I was helped to get in. Mom now just kept me in nappies apart from a trip to the loo every morning and that was for 3 months while my arm got better before I could use my crutches again. It was during this time that I also found that I was always wet. Mom had even borrowed a wheelchair for me as I unable to use crutches with my arm in plaster. Mom let me go downtown so I could go out with my mates and I’m in a nappy in my wheelchair in a pub with loads of mates and a couple of ex-girlfriends, I was ready for a nappy change when I got home that night. So, a few months later and my arm and leg are now usable but I’m still a bit weak and still wetting so I just keep wearing nappies. I get better by going to the loo a lot and wearing just a disposable baby nappy in my pants under my trousers and I am then able to go back to work, and nobody says anything. Whether that was because they didn’t see or chose to not say, I don’t know, always hoping for the former but expecting the latter. I go and see Dr’s and consultants and therapists, but nobody can identify why I keep wetting. It could be mechanical or a nerve damage due to abdominal trauma, it could be neurological due to head trauma, it could be psychological due to post traumatic stress disorder or more likely it is just a bit of everything. Then here we are 20 years later, still in nappies and still trying to hide it so as not to upset people. I have learned to stop worrying about it too much and make the most of what I have got. I lost some control of my bodily functions, but I kept my arms and legs. I might be wearing nappies but at least I’m walking and talking. Things could have quite easily been a lot worse.” “Wow!” was all Jane could manage “So you were wearing nappies when you were at school?” “I woke up every morning in a wet nappy before school and was wearing a nappy every afternoon and evening after school. I was also wearing a nappy every weekend and holiday out of school, it was just easier. I did wear a nappy a few times at school, but I was too scared I would be caught and ridiculed, so I just made sure to go to the toilets between every lesson then I made sure to not drink anything at school and even then, I was still damp by the end of the day. I had got hold of child size disposable nappies in my last few years at school and always kept one under the base board in my school bag. Then when the last bell rang, I would hide in the disabled toilets by the lecture theatre on the way out of school and put it on for my bus ride home. It was so nice to put something dry on by that point. I was still so small and skinny that I could still wear child size baby nappies. Then when I was doing my paper round, it was a couple of miles outside the village so with my short notice needs to go, wearing my nappy was the obvious solution and much easier to deal with than messy underwear. I would get home from school and mom would leave my clothes on my bed to change into and there was always a nappy and baby pants on the pile. Terry nappy and baby pants being my normal and disposable nappy if we had to be really discreet.” “But you said you filled your nappy when you were younger and you filled your nappy last night, so what is that about” “Initially it was separation and loss anxiety after I lost my dad, I was told by a psychologist that I had a need to regress and that was how it manifested itself. I never deliberately messed; it can just happen when I am least expecting it. So, something got messed up in my brain between psychological and neurological and sometimes I mess when stressed.” “So, Bernie having a go at you last night backfired on her as it caused you to fill your nappy?” “Yes, probably something like that.” “But why messy when doing your paper round?” “Ahh! Errm! I don’t know, it just happened while riding home. Mom was always saying I should stop doing that, but it just happened.” Jane now had that big grin on her face, her interrogation of me was getting far more information than I was normally willing to give. “So, your mom knew when you had used your nappy?” “Mom always know what state my nappy is in, she has second sense and she was the one who washed them.” “So, it just happens or do you just let it happen?” “Ahh! Errm!” “Come on tell me, I’ll never say a word to another person, I promise.” “Ok, a bit of both I suppose if I’m wearing a nappy anyway and it is expected that will have been used, then I just won’t fight it to a degree” “I knew it” Jane now had the biggest grin on face, “I can also tell you a secret. Nobody out of my family knows this but was also a bit late in nappies and I also sometimes had a bit more than a wet nappy.” “Really, I know it is more common than anybody would think. Nobody ever talks about it so everybody thinks they are the only one. When I was getting better after hospital, I was as heavy as a 5 or 6-year-old but taller so a bit skinnier and large baby nappies easily fit me. I used to wear something called Boot’s Bruma’s, child size waterproof pants. I used to wear these over doubled up terry nappies, and they were easily big enough to fit me. They would not make nappies to fit teenagers if there was no market for them so there must be loads out there and just not talking about it. So come on tell me your story, how late is late?” “8” “No way” “Yep 8 and still bed wetting. At weekends though, I just wouldn’t get dressed and stay in my night nappies. Mom knew and would make gentle fun of me, but it was my choice. Sometimes at a weekend, I would even change my nappy and get dressed in a clean nappy hiding it under my skirt. Mom knew, especially if I was wearing leggings, leggings don’t hide knickers so will never hide a nappy, but she was OK about it. She was just worried in case my friends found out and made fun of me. I never wore one to school though unlike my friend Elaine. Elaine wore a nappy every day under her skirt and only a few of us found out as she never did PE with us so never got undressed in front of us and she never came to any sleepovers. We never discussed it, but I had seen her in town and she definitely had a nappy butt if you know what to look for.” “and you said ‘and sometimes a bit more than a wet nappy” it was now Jane’s turn to blush a little. “A bit like you said. Mom had put me in a nappy and knew that nappies get used. Sometimes if I wasn’t feeling well, mom would put me in a nappy and tell me to just stay in bed until I felt better. We both knew what this meant so it just happened.” I was now grinning at Jane as she was bearing her soul to me. “But you stopped when you were 8” “Yes, mostly. There was the time when I was 9 and 10 and we were driving on Holiday and mom put a nappy on me for the drive down to Cornwall. I was mostly dry at night, but mom did not want to risk it on the motorway, so I got to wear nappies for a week on holiday” “A week, I thought you just meant for the drive down the motorway where you can’t stop” “Well, yeh, that was the main reason but being as mom had to buy a pack of them, she just let me wear them when we went out and in bed at night.” “that means then, at 10 years old, you are running round Cornwall with a nappy on under your skirt just because you’ve got a packet of them. Did you use it?” “Of course I did, it’s what it’s for. No point wearing a nappy if you’re not going to wet it.” “Yes, I know that but I’m leaky, there’s nothing wrong with you.” “True, but just the same as when you were 7. You told me that you were wearing nappies at 7 just for fun while playing mommies and daddies with your sister.” “True, makes you wonder how many 7 & 8 year olds are out there in nappies.

Alice was a friend of my wife Jane and worked with my sister Cindy. She and her husband Arthur had just moved house when my wife took me round to meet them and I was introduced. Jane kept no secret that I was still in nappies but Alice just accepted me as I am and was soon making use of my handy man skills that I was happy to share. Alice and Arthur had 3 children, 2 boys 8 & 6 and a girl who was 4. All apparently bed wetters that Alice made no attempt to hide. In fact the daughter Bea was still in pull-ups during the day and a nappy for bed while the boys just got pull-ups for bed. All done very openly in an evening while we are sitting chatting and the kids are running up and down getting ready for bed. Jane had told Alice how I wear a normal baby nappy inside my Terry nappy and baby pants. This meant that I was able to do a quick change by pulling the baby nappy out and sliding a clean one back in. I was probably quite bulky like this but always wore a long T shirt to hide it. Alice even casually mentioned that there were clean nappies on the unit outside the bathroom if I wanted to change. Normal daggers from Jane when Alice mentioned this and Arthur just chuckling to himself but generally paying no attention. I did excuse myself to get changed and was pleased to find a pack of pampers size 6 exactly where Alice had mentioned. Wet nappy changed then balled up in a nappy sac, clean nappy on and back downstairs. A couple of weeks later and I was round on a weekday afternoon, claiming some time back from work. I had said that I would fit their TV on the wall and ended up having to first rewire a junction box in the extension. Alice was child minding for a 3 year old girl called Kayleigh who was fascinated watching me. I had been there a while and knew I needed to change when Alice came in. Sniffing the room she announced “ok which one of you two has filled their nappy?” Kayleigh now giggling and shy, Alice passed me a clean nappy, nappy sac and a pack of baby wipes. “I’ll do one, you do the other” as Kayleigh was lead away to the baby change. I took the opportunity to go upstairs and get changed too. I was really skinny at the time and the Pampers was long enough, it just would not quite reach round with the tapes. This meant that when I was bent over, the pampers would peek out the top of my trousers. Another couple of hours later and I’ve got the TV and speakers sorted, Kayleigh has been picked up and Alice has been out and picked up the kids coming home from school. We are out in the back garden and the kids are playing on the climbing frame. Bea is sticking to the baby side when Alice says “come on then Bea, let’s get that wet nappy off your bum” to which Bea started grumbling, “it’s ok honey, you can have another one” as Alice took Bea in to get changed. They emerged a few minutes later with Bea now having had her used pull-up changed for a pampers nappy that her school dress failed to hide. Alice then said to Bea “You ask him then” as Bea came over to me with a huge grin on her face “Gary, can you move my bed for me please, mommy can’t do it” “Come on then princess, let’s go and have a look”. Bea’s bed was a huge raised bed sitting a chest of drawers at each end. Bea wanted the bed moving against another wall for which there was enough space. I bent down and squeezed into the space in the middle of the drawers and was able to raise the bed on my back and move the bed. Bent double under the bed, I was aware that my T shirt had lifted and my trousers pulled down a bit. I even head Bea snigger as she realised what it is that she could see sticking out the top of my jeans at the back. I heard as Bea asked Alice “Has Gary got a nappy on his bum” “Yes just like you so hush” I climbed out from under the bed as they both said thanks and we went back downstairs and into the garden.

Fri … I first met her when we were 18. Although she lived in my village, she had always gone to different schools. She did however go to the same village disco as me. She was tiny and I had seen her a couple of times at the disco but never spoke, that is until the Christmas fancy dress disco at the village Hall. I had rented a gorilla outfit as I thought it would be a good concealing costume for me. You see the thing is, I wear nappies most of the time, for comfort and confidence. My go to, at the time, were childsize Peaudouce Babyslips, they were big but not quite big enough to go round me. Always scared of leaking, I usually wore them in my underpants but better with a terry nappy and baby pants, then they did the job, quite literally. I had chosen the gorilla outfit as it seemed the least fitted outfit and knew that I could wear my nappy underneath with nobody knowing, In fact I only wore my terry nappy and baby pants with a disposable nappy inside and my T shirt under the costume, I was not planning on taking it off. Quite a bulky nappy under my normal clothes but I felt it was completely hidden under my costume. At the disco, there she was with her friend both dressed as babies. Her friend’s outfit was minimal, a babydoll nightie and a terry nappy pinned around her bottom, but she had gone to town though with a full on short baby dress over her bulky nappy finished with white knee length socks and buckled shoes and with both girls having their hair tied up in two ponytails and both of them with babies dummies hanging on ribbons around their necks. Julie was tiny and stood only about 4’6”and thin as a rake, I could well believe she was actually wearing a child’s dress I had been watching them dancing when they then came and sat by me and a couple of my mates. They were laughing at my costume and squealed when I took the costume head off as if that was the scary part, but we immediately got chatting. Her name was Julie and she was with her friend Jane. My friend Tim already knew Jane and they started chatting while I started chatting with Julie. She was also 18 years old, she went to a Catholic girls school but lived in the village. The music changed and we were all back on the dance floor together dancing, I was completely captivated by her and could not take my eyes of her. I’m sure she crinkled when she stood up, but it was probably my over-active imagination. By the end of the night when the slow dance music came on, we were together, I held her tight as we kissed and stepped round slowly together in our interpretation of a slow dance. I tried to let my hands slip down to her bum, but she slapped them away telling me “I’m not that type of girl” so we stood and ground our hips together. I was very aware that I was pressing my now wet nappy against her, but it was nappy to nappy with the way she was dressed. I walked them home that evening as they only lived a couple of streets away from the disco, dropping Jane off first, I then took Julie to her door and stood and kissed her once more. I let my hands slide down her back to the bottom of her dress, just feeling her terry nappy but my fingers kept exploring as we kissed, along the top of legs and the edge of her nappy, I felt something else under her nappy, padding. I felt smooth plastic, plastic baby pants padded out with another nappy against her skin, her actual nappy and not just the one on show as part of her fancy dress, she too was wearing a nappy and baby pants hidden under her costume. I just pressed myself harder against her thinking about this and kissed her more deeply before she went in and I went home. I knew my nappy was already wet but wet again walking home with everything being completely covered by my costume and the biggest grin on my face. Mom was still up when I went in “You look like you enjoyed yourself” she said as I entered the room “Yes, I met someone. Julie and her friend Jane were both dressed as babies, nappies dummies and everything” “Really, I bet you liked that” The thing here is that I’m sure Mom knew about my nappies, but it was never something we discussed. I kept my things hidden in the bottom of my wardrobe and I washed my nappies when I had a shower and dried them under my towel on my radiator. This meant that sometimes my nappies got a bit musty and rough but then all of a sudden, I would get home from being out all day at a weekend and they would be fresh and soft again, as if by magic.

I. My face, deep red with a combination of embarrassment and tears, was on full display, the rest of my body fully moving in momentum to my locked-tight wrist, which was firmly in the grasp of the supervising party in my life, my Mommy, who’s infuriated look pulling me along said all anyone needed to know. I could have whined, I could have done anything, but I felt…paralyzed. Things like this had happened so much in my life lately that I didn’t know what else to do. I just more or less marched along, I didn’t know what else to do. It was so embarrassing. I wanted to be anywhere but here, but here I was, unable to leave. It'd have been embarrassing enough if I was only in trouble. Making this whole thing even worse was what was around my waist. My bottom? Covered in poop. I had a diaper on, sure, but still, anyone within a 10000000 mile radius could smell it. It had a huge blowout, there were messy streaks going down my previously-pristine leggings. It looked every bit as bad as I smelled. It wasn’t the first time I had one of these, but for whatever reason, this was different. I’d even had poopy blowouts in the mall before; today, I was just on a heater. Tantrums, all of that. At this point, I didn’t even care, and I figured that if this was how I was going to be treated, I might as well give Mommy what she wanted. We were a sight for anyone who bothered to pay attention; my Auntie Stef walked at a steady distance behind, carrying my “older” sister, who, judging from this whole scene, had clearly passed me in the maturity department. “Unbelievable, just unbelievable, I’m at a complete loss for words,” Mommy bemoaned aloud, targeted at an audience of one, “all this, all this…embarrassment for Mommy, all because of a poopy diaper, a poopy diaper!” This end of the statement drew a few curious stares, but Mommy was undeterred. “A poopy diaper baby, you’ve ruined the day for all of us, and especially your sister, all because of a damn poopy diaper, something I think we see more than once per day? I don’t get it, I really don’t.” Mommy was scary when she was upset because there were bits of calm mixed into the inner seas of her volcanic temper. “You just think you’re going to get to watch Gabby’s Dollhouse when your sister does when we’re home, well, you’ve got another thing coming, Missy. You’ll be lucky if you’re able to leave your playpen all week after this little display, ughh!” Mommy started again, before once again showcasing the madness of it all, “…all because of a poopy diaper, unbelievable, even your sister doesn’t melt down like this because of an accident, and she’s expected to use the potty; you’re not, you go in your diapers, ugh, just unbelievable.” I just tried to move fast in my complicated waddling state, my legs uncomfortably mixed with my own fecal matter, all while reflecting on the current events. Seeing my sister really surpass me and take her rightful spot as the older kid in the house, it just set me off.. It wasn’t fair, she got to have her ears pierced, and I had to watch! What should have been a delightful rite of passage for my sister, Mommy, and Auntie Stef, quickly devolved into my own tantrum on the floor of Claire’s shortly afterwards, to the delight of no one. Compounding it all was the fact that in the middle of this tantrum, I had made a runny poopy in my diaper, making a further mess even worse by throwing myself on my bottom in the middle of it all. All because I was supposed to watch the other three shop for my sister. I didn’t want to watch this! I just wanted to be anywhere else; or my own ears pierced. How dare they! As I was dragged across the mall floor by Mommy towards the family bathrooms, I snapped back into reality. I’d been falling into these mindsets more and more lately, which was concerning, but probably was something I’d better become more used to. I didn’t know when I’d ever be out of this treatment, if ever, so maybe I’d better just start giving into the end of the rainbow more; I didn’t know where this was ultimately headed. I’m a little conflicted though; on one hand, this was my present and indefinite future reality, which thought this was what I always wanted, and I should be ecstatic, but on the other hand, this was my present and indefinite future reality, and it was embarrassing mostly and other times cringe worthy. It truly had become a textbook case of “be careful what you wish for”, forced into this due to my own missteps, unlikely to ever leave, at least anytime soon. As simple as my life had become, it was equally complemented by perceived complication. We finally got near a familiar sight, the family restroom sign pointed a direction that our destination was nearby. I was surprised Mommy took this detour; but then, why would she need to get the car seats poopy and make my Auntie Stef’s car stinky if she didn’t have to. Maybe, I guess, I didn’t know. Just guesses, my time for planning and those sorts of things had gone out the window a long time ago. Just as I was hoping for something uneventful, we turned the corner to the family restroom and…it was “out of order”. “Hmmm,” Mommy looked at Auntie Stef, “any ideas?” “Let’s just take everyone to the ladies room, I’ll take Amelia potty while you can take care of Courtney’s poopy diaper, there’s a place to change her there,” Auntie Stef informed her. “Alright, ladies room it is,” Mommy still seemed annoyed, but obviously not with her sister. We once again were off at Mommy’s brisk pace. Thankfully, the ladies room wasn’t too far away. I wasn’t too sure though, I didn’t like the fact that this was much more public than the family restroom we originally were going to use. As we went in the doorway, Auntie Stef took my sister, “want to go to the big girl potty with Auntie?” “Mmhmm,” I heard Amelia say. “Alright, we’ll meet you out here when we’re done, see you soon,” Mommy smiled and kissed Amelia, before turning towards our destination. Mommy pulled me towards a back corner, where there were several changing tables, built in to the counters, each separated into different changing areas by a dividing wall, but set up in a way that multiple changes could take place simultaneously. As we approached, I saw another mom starting a similar job with her own toddler, who sounded about as thrilled as I was to have their diaper changed. I was still a crying, teary mess, so I had no room to talk. Mommy walked to the table next to the occupied one, setting down her brioche diaper backpack on a space behind the changing table. She moved my hand from her vice grip to around a metal rod by the structure, leaving me to stand awkwardly while she took everything out. A new diaper, a travel case of wipes, a changing pad, new clothes, nothing was spared; she even took out hand sanitizer for herself for after the change was done. Like I said, very prepared. As I stood there awkwardly, alternating my glances between Mommy’s pretty brioche Petunia Pickle Bottom bag and the environment around us. As I glanced, the other mom looked over, giving us both a half smile, before doing a bit of a double take at me. At 5’6”, I wasn’t the typical baby having my diaper changed.Soon, I felt Mommy pushing me towards the table, her immense strength overpowering me, “Up,” was all she said. As I moved my poopy bottom towards salvation, I noticed Mommy making a smile to the other mom who was looking at us. “Poopy diapers, doesn’t matter how big the baby, always gonna be poopy diapers, am I right? Just when I thought I had both of my girls out of diapers, this one decided her journey in them didn’t want to be over, and here we are!” Mommy said in a feigned exasperation of catharsis. “Oh I can relate to that!” I heard the other mom say, “when her brother was born,” she began telling Mommy, motioning to the toddler she was changing, “she decided to cancel her own potty training, and I’ve got two loads of poopy diapers to change now! Gotta love motherhood!” “Have lots of babies, they said…” Mommy began and laughed, to which the other mom laughed too. She pulled back my sodden leggings and began the dirty work. As she pulled them down my dirty legs, she pulled out a plastic bag, rolling the leggings into the bag, tying it shut, and walking over, past the other relatable mom. Mommy quickly tossed it away, there was no reusing of it, not in any known universe. “Looks like a code brown and a half,” I heard the other mom say. “Like I said, just another day,” Mommy laughed, coming back to find me, “it’s why they sell clothes right?” As Mommy began pulling out wipes, the other mom must have finished, I heard her say goodbye, and Mommy happily bid her adieu. I always found mommies/moms to be such strange individuals. They were the only people I knew who could exchange pleasantries while being wrist deep in poopy. I guess it was a labor of love or something sappy. “Phew, phewwie, you stink stinkyyy,” Mommy teased somewhat melancholy; I think she’d rather be doing anything but this right now, especially given her current state of furor. Before taking on the diaper, she ran a series of wipes up and down my legs, cleaning off the blowout aftermath, putting the wipes in another plastic bag she’d popped out. Soon after, she opened the diaper, revealing the mess that necessitated this visit in the first place. “Yucky wucky, you’re so stinky, inky,” she teased, taking on the unenvious task of cleaning my diaper area. As mad as she could get at me, diaper changes were always pleasant, Mommy made them fun, no matter how many she did. She made baby noises, Mommy noises, in exaggerated tones throughout the entirety of the charge. Prior to Amelia using the potty, Mommy was just the same. A real natural, one could not argue.I knew I was really in for it when I got home, but for this moment in time, Mommy made me forget about it, as brief a reprieve as it might be. The cool wipes moved across my bottom, up the crack, over and over. Across my little peepee, which by this point was very much unusable except to potty, and all over the rest. A large cloud of baby powder soon followed, as did a dollop of rash cream. Soon, Mommy lifted me, sliding another diaper underneath me, taping it up. Mommy then took out a khaki skirt, pulling it up my legs. It matched my purple Gabby’s Dollhiuse shirt, I was impressed. “All done, Princess,” Mommy looked at me, putting the wipes into the used diaper and taping it up;, “lay there so Mommy can pack all your diaper goodies up.” Mommy squirted hand sanitizer on her hands, and began rubbing them as she looked at the landscape. She put the wipes container back, the powder and cream back, and then had me get off the table while she put the changing pad away. She slung the brioche bag on her shoulder, taking the used diaper in one hand and my hand in another. As we walked towards a garbage can, another mom came in, babies in tow. She and Mommy made eye contact, each shaking their heads and exchanging a laugh. Mommy tossed my used diaper out, and led me out towards the mall, where Amelia and Auntie Stef were waiting. “Looks like you got that solved,” Auntie Stef chuckled. “All in a mom’s work, right?” Mommy said lightheartedly. “Of course, nice choice too, she’s really rocking that diaper, isn’t she?” Stef asked. “You better believe it, you know she loves it, doesn’t she? Doesn’t she?” Mommy teased. I just got red and embarrassed. Aunt Stef was right, I was “rocking” my diaper. My skirt was really short, the bottom peaked out, and when I raised my arms the teeniest bit, the diaper stuck out the top. Anyone could see it, anyone within ear shot could notice it. “Well, let’s go home, we’ll get Amelia a frosty and us some lunch, and we can take it home and eat it; I’d love to eat in, but we need to get the baby down for her afternoon nap, she’s kind of cranky, if you couldn’t tell,” Mommy said in a mocking tone, to which the two laughed. Amelia gave a cute laugh of her own, but I think it was mostly to humor the adults. Off we went, Mommy holding my hand and pulling me, Aunt Stef carrying my sister. Two different directions, me pulled towards perpetual and infinite babydom, my sister pushed to higher and higher heights. I was overwhelmed, and so deeply conflicted. As we made it out to Auntie Stef’s Highlander, a dark and extended reality began to settle on me that I would never escape. As I was buckled in my car seat, I began to sob, beginning to process the day that this ear piercing adventure had wrought. “Oh Courtney, it’s ok, you’re just tired baby,” Mommy tried to console me, handing me a bottle, “drink some milkies, and enjoy the ride; Mommy will carry you in at home if you fall asleep, you’ve had a long day Princess.” I took the bottle and began to suckle down the bitter pill my life had swallowed. It wasn’t always this way, but it looked like it was going to be moving forward. As I began to doze and take it in, I thought about it all, and how I had no one else but myself to blame.

(this is fiction, wishful fiction) --constructive feed back is always welcome by me. I have not written for a while, so please be kind 🙂 So, I suddenly found myself in the most terrifying and shocking scenarios, the kind I fantasized about, but never would make plans to do. When the housekeeper opened the door to the hotel room for cleaning, she was met with quite the sight of me. In the middle of the room, gagged with a large pacifier, dressed like a baby was yours truly, tied up in a harness. I had on a bonnet, booties, some thin babyish mittens, and a lace trimmed romper of the most babyish style. Cuffs secured my arms to my sides in multiple places, and I had a chain connecting my ankles. I could walk (not quickly) but my upper body was completely restrained. I was planning to attend the fetish convention later, that was my reason for being here. I wanted to have some playtime before, to keep me out of trouble for the late morning, (and partake in some fantasy play) I was heavily diapered, and secured in the most humiliating and infantile attire. Think lots of pastel pinks and blues. I moaned into the gag, trying to explain to her what was going on, to come back later, or let me out, all while a small intrude in my behind softly teased me, adding to my shame. “Oh, are you here for the convention?” she asked with a chuckle, “you look all dressed up and ready to go!” I replied, but the paci did its job very well keeping me gagged, it was strapped on comfortably snug. I tried to wiggle my arms, tug at the restraints and reins, but they held very well, just as intended. I had wanted to be tied up, and left. The idea of being helpless, and the risk of getting caught was a VERY common theme in my favorite stories, and scenes. I was worried she was going to call the cops, security, the news, and I would be in trouble and publicly shamed, but she reassured me. “Listen, I do not care what people get up to, in fact this is simply adorable” she stated, “but this is my last room and then I am done for the day.” I thought that maybe this meant she was going to let me out, so I could get out of the way, crawl in a hole with my embarrassment, and just hide. She grabbed my convention lanyard. “Well you better not forget this.” She tried to hand me my lanyard/entry pass, which I was very much unable to hold and so she settled for slipping it over my head. I was confused at first then realized that she thought THIS is how I wanted to attend the con, a helpless baby. She took a walk around me, examining the straps and tightening a couple, further limiting my already limited movement. I tried to tell her that I didn’t want this, that this was all a big misunderstanding, but all that came out was some muffled “mmph”s. I felt the vibe in me increase as I heard “What does this button do?” She pressed it a few more times, and I was left struggling with it on the teasing setting. She then just started cleaning the room, me standing there stunned. I was confused and dumbfounded, so I quick slipped into the bathroom to get out of sight. I could hear her changing the sheets, vacuuming, etc. I was desperate for her to finish so I could get out of this gear and hope to never see her again. A short while later I heard a knock on the bathroom door “Little baby…I have some fresh towels but I will just leave them on the bed.” I replied that it would be fine and thanked her, all of it was complete muffled gibberish. Then in a more personal voice she said “I am going to the convention also, hence my rush to get finished. Maybe I will catch you there?” Once I heard the room door shut I peeked out, and the coast was clear. I made a straight line for the desk to get the key when I realized that in her cleaning she had moved it to a little tray at the back of the desk, way out of my limited reach. I panicked, because in my stupidness I had not taken my spare out of the bag, and with my mittened hands I could barely manipulate the key, let alone open and rummage through a suitcase. I shuffled toward the door, my padded crotch giving me a slight waddle, and timidly peeked out in the hall. I knew my options were to be stuck like this, and have to call for help, or try and catch up with her, and get her help. She was waiting just down the hall at the elevator. The door opened and I knew I had to hurry, so I tried to run. As expected, the chain connection between my legs was not conducive to running so I tripped a little. I ended up bracing against a wall, then slid down onto my thickly padded bum. In desperation I turned and watched my hope for escape enter the elevator, the doors closed shortly after. I thought I would just get back to my room and try to figure out an escape then. Maybe I could reach the key with something, in hindsight that seemed like the best idea anyway. As I got to the door I scooted my side to the door and turned the handle. It turned, but nothing happened. I tried again, nothing. It was then that a sinking feeling hit me, and a cold chill ran down my spine. My room key was in the room. In a panic I pushed hard on the door, wiggled the handle more, and screamed into my gag in desperate frustration. I was panicking, rapidly breathing, pulling as hard as I could on my restraints. There was no give and now I was just starting to sweat and felt tired. My tantrum had been useless. Sooner or later somebody was going to come out of their room, so the sooner I could get to the front desk, get help and get a new key, the sooner I could hide my shame. The elevator ride was uneventful, and I was just starting to relax when we slowed down for the second floor. “No, no! No!” I screamed into the gag, “I am so close!” The doors opened and a couple of young men entered, then suddenly stopped when they saw what stood before them. They both cracked up, nearly falling over laughing. “Wow!” one said, “Man, you either are into some weird shit or this is a very solid prank.” “He is blushing” the other one barely got out between chuckles, “I bet he loves this!” I did love it, I hated it, I was terrified, turned on, scared, and in submissive heaven. The doors shut and we continued to the ground floor. One of them started examining me, tugging me around some with the straps, and just having a blast. By the look on his face I could almost imagine part of him was into it. While he did this, his friend grabbed my leash, clipped to the center of the harness, and tied it off to the hand rail on the back wall. “Here you go, enjoy your fun sissy.” When the door opened I tried to pull at it, hopeful for a loose knot, or weak clip. My body quickly came to a jerking halt, and the pull on my harness stopped me from leaving the elevator. I moaned loudly in frustration, my helpless situation, the constant teasing in my rear, and my hope being so close, but I was unable to reach it. They kept laughing as they got off the lift, walking right by the front desk as if to spite me. My situation had gotten more dire. Until somebody let me out, I was stuck tied up as a baby girl on the elevator. The whole time my intruder kept its teasing up as I braced for the next embarrassment. Somebody must have called the elevator, because we started moving up again. On the 6th floor it stopped, and on got a group of women with serious dominatrix vibes. This was strangely more comforting than some vanilla person, as I am sure they would understand, maybe even help me out? By the time the elevator opened on one, my leash was now more tightly bound to the railing, and I had received quite a few spankings. As they left me there I started to sob, my fun game had turned into a humiliating nightmare with seemingly no end. Somebody got on the elevator, but I didn’t bother to even look up, thinking this could only get worse. “Little baby, what happened to you?” a familiar voice asked. She lifted my head gently, and I realized why I recognized her voice. It was the housekeeper from earlier, but she was not dressed like that anymore. Think Morticia Addams, but in a dangerously cute way. She untied my leash and pulled me to her, holding me in a tight hug. “Baby,” she whispered, “I was actually headed up to your room to check on you and see if you wanted to go together.” I looked at her confusingly and saw that she too had a lanyard on. “Why do you think I was in such a hurry to finish up earlier?” I looked into her eyes, and saw kindness; she used a lace gloved hand to wipe my tears away. “What do you say little girl?” she asked, “come have a coffee with me and we can talk about things?” I nodded, tucking my head back against her. She let out a loving sigh and rubbed my back. When we got back to the lobby, she tugged on my leash, bidding me to follow. --more to come once I think of it lol

Another addition to my "Ashley's House" story line! This addition is different from the other two, which are linked below,

Chapter 1: Intruder The sun was setting behind the surrounding buildings as Mark Jones walked down the sidewalk, trying not to draw attention to himself. He wanted to select a possible target for that very night. His mission was to obtain valuables but without taking too much risk. "No matter what, I'm going to be part of that gang," he thought as he started to elucidate which of the houses seemed to have the fewest occupants. He was referring to a group led by someone named Danny "The Dog". Mark had made contact with a member of the gang and the day before managed to arrange a meeting with the leader. The first impression was that Danny was capable of hand-to-hand combat with anyone and come out on top. He was full of tattoos and no doubt you would have to impress him a lot to get him to accept you as a member. "If you want to work with us you have to bring something of value first. If you don't have anything you'll have to 'borrow' it from someone else, you understand...", he told Mark, just before giving him a 48-hour deadline if he didn't want to lose his only chance. Just when the sun could no longer be seen Mark chose an elegant house to sneak into in a few hours. He didn't know exactly who lived there, but knowing that the neighborhood was one of elderly couples or widows living alone he knew it wouldn't be too difficult or dangerous. It was a wealthy area by his standards. It wasn't so far from his own apartment that he wouldn't know how to get away from it quickly, but he wasn't a regular on those streets either, so no one would be able to recognize him easily. He knew that being part of a gang was wrong, but he also knew that this way he would be able to make more money than with his stupid office job or any other job he could get. His apartment rent was already going through the roof, so somehow he needed to get extra money. He could do petty theft on his own but being part of a larger organization the figures were going to be bigger and more consistent. His plan for that night was to steal a couple of really valuable items to impress Danny "The Dog". He wouldn't use any weapons, so if he got caught he would get less jail time. He would just break into the house, extract a couple of pieces of jewelry and leave through the back door. Mark began to sweat as midnight approached. The idea of stealing made him a little nervous, but if he wanted to be a gang member it was the least he should be willing to do. He drank a whole bottle of water, a little to hydrate himself and a little to contain his anxiety. He threw the empty bottle in a trash can and started walking back towards the selected target. It started to get a little chilly and he wasn't wearing a sweater, but he didn't want to warm himself with his arms so as not to attract the attention of anyone who might be watching from behind the windows. Almost all the households seemed to have gone to sleep. He passed a couple of young women who had taken their dogs for a walk, but didn't look at them. To his chagrin, Mark began to shiver. His anxiety was starting to get the better of him, he was afraid that his plan would go wrong even if he didn't want to admit it. He started repeating in his mind a self-help message to calm himself down: "you are strong, you are a man, you can do it, you are strong". Although in fact he knew that he was too thin and that he should have hit the gym a long time ago to lift weights. Perhaps his laziness had led him to not be popular with women. But it didn't matter, because once he became a gang member he would have all the women he wanted. He would have women by the dozens, and they would all be the hottest in town. He finally arrived at the right house. It had nothing special, a porch, windows with glass and white shutters, ochre walls. Nothing out of the ordinary. But something told him that this was the ideal location to achieve his goal. He was convinced that getting into that house would change his life forever. This would turn out to be true, but not in the way he expected. Of course he wasn't going to be so foolish as to enter through the front door. He headed for one of the side windows, trying not to step on any plants or make any noise. As he reached the window he briefly observed his reflection in the glass: his out-of-control brown hair, his pale face, his skinny arms. "As soon as Danny accepts me as a member I'm going to hit the gym. That way no one will take me totally seriously as a gang member," he thought. He tried to open the window, but it was closed. He tried the others but they were impossible to open. He became even more nervous, fearing that someone had seen him and was calling the police at that very moment. He changed his plans: he would enter through the back door. He pulled his little tweezers out of his pocket and picked the lock. He finally managed to get into the property. "So what now," he muttered and then regretted making unnecessary noise. Mark tried to navigate the house making as little noise as possible. When he reached what he thought was the living room (he couldn't tell because it was darker than he had thought), he discovered a cabinet and began to open the drawers to steal whatever was inside. He was glad because he felt that his fingers had touched some kind of necklace that seemed to be made of gold. Just as he was putting the necklace in a bag he thought he heard a noise. "Someone must have woken up," he said to himself. He thought about running out the back door, but he felt he needed something else to offer Danny. He needed a little more time and his goal would be accomplished. Hearing no more noises he calmed down and set out to move ahead. But he didn't take another step. The living room lights came on and suddenly a gray-haired woman appeared. She was holding a rifle. -Who the hell are you?- cried the woman, who at first glance appeared to be about 70 years old. But Mark didn't answer because he was filled with fear at the gun pointed at him. -Throw down that thing you grabbed and get down on your knees or else I'll shoot you," the woman continued shouting. Mark was petrified. His plan had gone horribly wrong. Now he had a chance of going to jail. The old woman continued to point at him. Mark threw down the bag with the necklace but did not kneel. His legs did not answer him. The woman rattled the trigger of her rifle to scare him. Suddenly something even more unexpected happened. A stream began to run down Mark's crotch. His underpants became damp. Without realizing it, he had peed himself. The owner of the house began to laugh in his face, her lips full of red lipstick accentuating the laughter. He began to cry. He didn't understand what was going on. Everything had turned out much worse than he had expected. The woman laughed even harder at his tears and said: -You look like a peeing, crying baby. I've suffered from intruders before and none were as pathetic as you. The woman introduced herself as Susan and asked him why he had invaded her home. He stammered back, begging for forgiveness. He told her about his idea to become a gang member. -You? A gang member? You wouldn't last an hour. Believe me, my late husband was a policeman and I know very well how gangs operate. I don't remember them ever accepting people who do it in their pants," she giggled again, but this time it was followed by a yawn. Mark had certainly interrupted her sleep. -Please," Mark pleaded, "don't call the police. I'll make it up to you any way I can, I'll mow your lawn if I have to," he said through tears. -Oh, don't worry," she replied, "I've got something better in mind for you”. She took him by the hand and they walked into a room with a couch, bookshelves and a closet. Mark sensed the wetness in his crotch and it reminded him of the shame of having peed on himself. Mrs. Susan opened the closet. "What's she going to get out of there?", Mark wondered. Maybe it was boxer shorts and a clean pair of pants that he could change into. Maybe it would all be over quickly. He would change, apologize again and promise never to break into someone else's house again. Susan opened a drawer and took out something white. Mark couldn't believe what he was seeing: what the lady had grabbed were adult diapers. -No, there's no way I'm going to wear that," he exclaimed, despairing at the idea. -Of course you are, young man. You can't wear your wet clothes. If you keep whining you're going to leave me no choice but to call the police," she grinned, "I'm sure they're going to think you're cute when they realize that you pee your pants like a toddler. Mark was horrified at the thought of the cops making fun of him and his wet underpants. He had no choice but to take Mrs. Susan by the hand and walk up the stairs with her. They walked to a room in the middle of the hallway. Before opening the door, Mrs. Susan pointed to the large diapers she kept under her arm and commented, "You never know, especially at this age, when you might need one of these. Luckily I don't need them yet. You're fortunate, since that means they're available for you". After saying this she opened the door. Mark could not believe his eyes. It was nothing less than a nursery. There was a crib and a changing table next to it. Both were not his size but were quite large. Susan explained that it was the room she had reserved years ago for her first and only grandchild. Now he was grown and in elementary school, but out of nostalgia and idleness she had never remodeled the room and had left it as it was. She pointed to the changing table. Mark couldn't believe what was happening, but he didn't have much choice. He didn't want to risk angering the lady of the house and provoking her into calling 911. He lay down on the table and closed his eyes, hoping that everything would go as quickly as possible. Already with his eyes closed he could feel Susan removing first his wet pants and then his underwear. Out of sheer anxiety he opened his eyes and saw how the lady was taking out some wipes to clean him. Embarrassment made him close his eyes tighter, as if that would change anything. "Don't worry, you'll be dry in no time," she said, and somehow instead of comforting him this made him even more distressed. He was supposed to become a tough gangster, not a baby who needed to be changed! He tried to hold back tears as a last-ditch effort to preserve his dignity. He concentrated so hard on not letting any tears escape that he didn't notice when Susan fastened the tapes on his diaper. "There," she said, with a smile. She was pleased with her work. Then she yawned and said: -I'm so tired, I want to go back to sleep. Why don't you go to sleep too? But don't think you're going to get away with this. We still need to talk about your actions, young man. Mark replied, "Okay, where am I going to sleep?". It should have been obvious, but he was still surprised when Susan pointed her head toward the crib. -No, no, no way," Mark was tired of such humiliation. He'd had enough. "Just give me my pants and I'm going home. You're never going to see me again in your life." But she flatly refused. "Listen, your pants need to be washed and we're already in the wee hours of the morning. Just get some sleep and tomorrow we'll see." She didn't give much chance to respond. She smiled like the tender grandmother she was ( aside from the use of the rifle), turned around and before closing the door wished goodnight to her beloved intruder, who had been left dressed only in a T-shirt and his diapers. Resigned, Mark climbed into the crib and tried to get comfortable, although the space was too small for him. As he tried to ignore the humiliating feeling of the diapers, he pondered what had gone wrong with his plan. Thinking about this and looking to find an excuse for the gang leader, he gradually fell asleep. TO BE CONTINUED

I know there are plenty of posts about getting caught here. Nevertheless, I am interested if you have ever been caught by your neighbors and how they reacted? Some also make a large Durcheinender in your diaper since you have already been caught because of the smell? The same applies to family members and friends. What I am also interested in if you have an ABDL Lifestyle who have you told? Because it's hard to keep it a secret. I will start. My mother often caught me in diapers and clothes but she doesn't talk about it but she didn't think it was okay. My aunt knows it too, she didn't like it at first, she caught me too, I explained everything to her and then she saw it neutrally but avoided talking about it.

My wife knows about my diaper fetish. She hates it and told me flat out that she won't have it in the house. So I found a way around that. I wear at work. As I was leaving for work this morning, I grabbed a diaper out of the trunk of my car. As I was doing so...my phone chirped. (Text message) I walked around to my driver's door with diaper in hand. I get in and open my messages. "The lightning is crazy out there... I'm watching it on the cameras!" My heart dropped out of my chest. I was in full view of the camera with my bag full of diapers in the trunk and a diaper in hand. She didn't say anything about them. But timing of her message has had me wondering if she noticed. I'm still at work. Has anyone else had a similar "oopsie"? I had to look at camera footage to see what it showed. (Just finished closing the trunk. Yeh, can clearly see that's a diaper in my right hand.) ??‍♂️

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Having been required to wear diaper due to urinary incontinent for over 20 years, I have gotten used to wearing diapers and don

Would be interesting to hear everyone's store of almost being discovers, caught or even having a stash found. I've had a few times where my wife was questioning me if I wore a diaper and I've said no then she goes off and says she's going to check the garbage. Luckily she hasn't yet. She's come close to finding a couple stash's and I really don't care of the plain white diapers but am very scared if she finds my Rearz baby footprint diapers in the guest room closet.