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Link to the original place of my story: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/7Q3hpigKYn Chapter 2: The Makeshift Nursery As the afternoon wore on, Cody found himself growing increasingly uncomfortable in his diaper. He had never worn one before, and the feeling of wetness against his skin was unfamiliar and embarrassing. He tried to ignore it, but the discomfort only grew worse. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "Jessica," he whispered, tugging on her sleeve. "I need to be changed." Jessica looked down at him with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Aww, did my baby girl have an accident?" she cooed, scooping him up in her arms. Cody blushed furiously, but he didn't protest as Jessica carried him over to the changing mat. He lay back, closing his eyes as she undid the diaper and cleaned him up with a wipe. He couldn't believe how humiliating this was, but at the same time, he found himself feeling oddly comforted by Jessica's gentle touch. When she was finished, she dressed him in a new diaper and a frilly pink dress. Cody looked down at himself, feeling both embarrassed and oddly pleased. He had never worn a dress before, and he couldn't deny that it made him feel pretty. Jessica smiled at him, her eyes shining with warmth. "You look so beautiful, my baby girl," she said, kissing him on the forehead. Cody blushed, but he couldn't help smiling back. He felt a strange sense of contentment as if he had finally found the nurturing and care he had always craved. The girls spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Cody, treating him like a real baby. They fed him baby food from a jar, burped him, and even rocked him to sleep in a makeshift crib. Cody found himself growing more and more comfortable in his role, even enjoying the attention and affection he was receiving. But as the sun began to set, his stomach started to ache again. He realized with a sinking feeling that he needed to poop. He tried to hold it in, but it was no use. He felt the pressure building, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. "Jessica," he whispered, tugging on her sleeve. "I need to go to the bathroom." Sarah looked at him with a wicked grin. "Oh, no, baby girl. You can't use the bathroom. You have to use your diaper." Cody felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He couldn't believe they were making him do this again. But he knew there was no way out. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, letting nature take its course. When he was finished, Sarah came over to change him. She was rough and impatient, pulling at his diaper and wiping him down with brusque efficiency. Cody winced at her touch, feeling more humiliated than ever. Cody didn't know what to say. He was torn between his desire to please the girls and his growing sense of unease. He didn't want to be a baby girl, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the pleasure he was getting from being treated like one. As the evening wore on, the girls continued to play with Cody, dressing him up in different outfits and taking pictures of him. Cody found himself growing more and more comfortable in his role, even enjoying the way the girls cooed and fussed over him. But as the night wore on, his stomach started to ache again. He realized with a sinking feeling that he needed to poop again. He tried to hold it in, but it was no use. He felt the pressure building, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. "Jessica," he whispered, tugging on her sleeve. "I need to be changed again." Jessica giggled, but she didn't protest as she carried him over to the changing mat. She undid his diaper and cleaned him up, her touch gentle and soothing. When she was finished, she dressed him in a fresh diaper and a new outfit - a pink onesie with a ruffle around the bottom. Cody looked down at himself, feeling both embarrassed and oddly pleased. He had never worn anything so cute before. As the night wore on, the girls continued to play with Cody, treating him like a real baby. They fed him bottles of milk, sang lullabies to him, and even let him sleep in a real crib. Cody found himself feeling more and more content as if he had finally found the nurturing and care he had always craved. But as the night wore on, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He didn't want to be a baby girl, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the pleasure he was getting from being treated like one. He lay in the crib, staring up at the ceiling, feeling confused and conflicted. He didn't know what he wanted, or who he was supposed to be. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help wondering what the next day would bring. Would the girls let him go home, or would they continue to torment him? He didn't know the answer, but he knew one thing for sure - he was in for a long, humiliating night.

Chapter 1: Unexpected Opportunity Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/ExvSrot6ob Ethan Michaels, a typical college student, juggled his studies with the constant struggle to make ends meet. His part-time gig at the local coffee shop helped, but barely covered rent, let alone tuition and other expenses. With a sigh, he scrolled through his phone, hunting for potential side hustles to ease his financial burden. Then, like a beacon in the digital sea, he stumbled upon it: a Facebook Marketplace post by a woman named Lily, seeking a weekend babysitter. The pay? hefty $200, more than Ethan had ever earned in a single babysitting stint. Temptation tugged at him, though he hesitated, questioning if it was too good to be true. Yet his dire finances left him little choice. With a quick response and a recent photo attached, he hoped for the best. To his astonishment, Lily replied almost instantly, expressing a keen interest in his services. She invited him to her home the following day to discuss the details. Ethan agreed, though a nagging sense of unease gnawed at him. There was something about Lily's message that felt off. The following day, Ethan stood at the threshold of a cozy, secluded home, a mix of nerves and curiosity swirling within him. When Lily opened the door, he was struck by her appearance: a woman in her 30s with a solemn countenance and dark circles beneath her eyes. Despite her weariness, there was a captivating quality to her melancholy that hovered just beneath the surface. Guided into the living room by Lily, they settled in to discuss the job details. Then, with a gracious gesture, Lily offered, "Would you like some sweet tea?" Her warm and inviting smile lifted Ethan's spirits. "I'd love some," he replied eagerly, unaware of the mysterious powder Lily had surreptitiously added to his drink. As conversation flowed, Ethan's gaze drifted to the family photos adorning the walls. Each frame showcased a radiant girl with a beaming smile and sparkling eyes. Yet, amidst the warmth of the images, Ethan sensed a tale untold, a narrative that Lily seemed hesitant to unveil. As they delved into the job specifics, Lily revealed that she needed Ethan to look after her daughter for the weekend while she traveled for work. Curiosity piqued, and Ethan inquired about the age of Lily's daughter, prompting a moment of unease from Lily. "Well, she's older than what you might expect," she replied vaguely. Ethan's mind raced, trying to guess the girl's age—10. 12? 14? 16? He voiced his hope: "It better not be 12. The last 12-year-old I babysat was a handful." Lily's response came with a hint of urgency: "How old are you?" Ethan hesitated, reluctant to disclose his age, but eventually admitted, "I am 18 and older." Lily hesitated before confiding, "Well, my daughter is a bit special. She's around your age, and she has a bathroom problem. She struggles to keep her panties clean." Ethan's curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean?" he asked, leaning forward slightly. Lily met his gaze, her expression tinged with empathy. "Have you ever heard of a bed wetter?" she inquired gently. Ethan nodded, recalling his experience babysitting a child with similar challenges. Lily nodded in understanding before elaborating, "She's like that, but a bit more complicated. It's not just bedwetting; she struggles with accidents throughout the day as well. Despite our efforts, it's been a persistent issue that's only worsened over time." Ethan thought in his head. Does she wear diapers or pullups? To Ethan's horror, he accidentally said what he was saying in his head out loud. Lily responded that, of course, she wears diapers. Pullups don't do her much compared to them. Ethan pondered in his head that I was most likely going to change them. It can't be much worse than a baby diaper. But he thought again, It's going to be a lot of work. Maybe he should increase his pay. He responded, "We'll, that's going to be a lot of work, but I don't mind if the pay is fair. How about we do $500 for pay instead of $200? Lily responded to that work without hesitating. As Ethan processed Lily's explanation, a thought crept into his mind. Does she wear diapers or pull-ups? To his horror, the question slipped out unintentionally. Lily's response was matter-of-fact: "Of course she wears diapers. Pull-ups don't provide the same level of protection for her." Ethan mulled over the implications. Changing her daughter's diapers couldn't be much worse than tending to a baby, he reasoned, but the workload would undoubtedly be significant. Perhaps he should negotiate a higher salary to account for the added responsibility. "Well, that's going to be quite the task," he acknowledged, "but I don't mind as long as the compensation is fair. How about we agree on $500 instead of $200?" Lily agreed without hesitation, sealing the deal. Ethan pondered the logistics. "So, when is your daughter going to be here?" he inquired, curious about the timing of their arrangement. Lily replied smoothly, "She'll be here after her college courses for the day." Sensing Ethan's slight discomfort with the topic, Lily gracefully shifted gears. "So, Ethan, have you ever had to diaper an adult before?" she asked, her tone gentle yet direct. Ethan shook his head, admitting his lack of experience. Lily then surprised him with an unexpected offer. "Would you mind if I showed you?" Ethan hesitated momentarily, considering the potential benefits of learning this skill. "I wouldn't mind," he finally agreed. Lily's face lit up with approval as she retrieved a discreet diaper bag hidden beside the couch, leading Ethan to her daughter's room with purpose. I As Ethan stepped into the room, he couldn't help but notice the unmistakable ambiance of a typical 12-year-old girl's domain. Lily then unfurled a pink princess-changing mat, guiding Ethan onto it with a gentle push. As Ethan settled onto the mat, an unusual sensation washed over him. It felt as though his energy was draining away, leaving him strangely lethargic. His limbs felt heavy, and his vision began to blur as drowsiness crept over him like a heavy fog, making it increasingly difficult to discern his surroundings. Lily's voice flowed with satisfaction. "It looks like the tea did its magic," she remarked. "Now, it's time for Mama to dress my precious baby girl in attire more suited to her charm." Lily casually tackled Ethan's outfit, starting with his jeans. She unbuttoned them with a flick of her wrist, sliding them down his legs effortlessly. "Time to ditch these grown-up clothes," she quipped, pulling off his underwear next. "You're too cute for this stuff." With each piece discarded, Ethan's true self emerged, relaxed and unencumbered by the trappings of adulthood, until he stood before Lily, completely at ease in his skin. Lily's fingers delicately extracted a soft, pink princess-themed adult diaper from her diaper bag, its plushness inviting to the touch. With a tender caress, she unfolded it, the crinkle of the material filling the air as it whispered promises of comfort. Ethan, still grappling with the surreal turn of events, felt a mix of confusion and curiosity wash over him as he lay there, vulnerable yet strangely reassured by Lily's presence. With gentle hands, she lifted his hips, sliding the diaper underneath him with a practiced ease that spoke volumes of her care. The sensation of the diaper against his skin was foreign yet oddly comforting, like a blanket of security wrapping around him. As she adjusted the fit, Ethan couldn't help but notice the subtle rustle of the diaper, each movement a testament to Lily's meticulous attention to detail. Next came the baby lotion, its cool touch sending shivers of comfort down Ethan's spine as Lily applied it with gentle strokes. The scent of innocence filled the room, mingling with the sweet aroma of baby powder as Lily carefully dusted it over his skin, leaving behind a faint, powdery trail that whispered promises of softness and protection. With a final flourish, she secured the diaper in place, and the soft click of the tapes was a symphony of reassurance. Completing his transformation, Lily gently placed a pink princess adult pacifier in Ethan's mouth, the rubbery texture offering both solace and acceptance. As Ethan surrendered to the sensory whirlwind, he couldn't deny the overwhelming wave of affection that washed over him, leaving him cradled in Lily's tender embrace, where even the smallest gesture spoke volumes of love. Next came a soft, pink adult onesie adorned with delicate embroidery spelling out "Mommy's Baby Girl." Lily carefully slipped it over Ethan's shoulders, the fabric whispering against his skin like a gentle caress. As she guided his arms through the sleeves, each movement was imbued with a tenderness that spoke volumes of her affection. With nimble fingers, Lily fastened the buttons of the onesie, their gentle click echoing in the quiet room like a comforting lullaby. Ethan felt a sense of belonging wash over him as the onesie settled snugly around him, its familiar embrace a symbol of the bond he shared with Lily. The onesie enveloped him in warmth; its soft fabric was a sanctuary from the outside world. Ethan breathed in deeply, the scent of clean laundry mingling with the faint aroma of baby powder, wrapping him in a cocoon of comfort and security. As Lily finished buttoning the onesie, Ethan's heart swelled with contentment. With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to be enveloped by the warmth of the onesie and the love that surrounded him. And as sleep claimed him, he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would always find solace in Lily's embrace.

Chapter 4: A New Bond Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/hnolc5GW09 As Ethan looked into Lily's eyes, he couldn't fathom why she uttered those words of remorse. Lily stood frozen, her face a canvas of sudden realization. "I've gone too far," she whispered, her voice tremulous with regret, tears brimming in her eyes. With a heavy heart, she retreated, sinking onto a nearby seat, her head bowed in shame as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Ethan, though bewildered by her actions, couldn't help but empathize with Lily's anguish. "She surely didn't intend any harm," he mused, a pang of sympathy softening his confusion. Ethan's reassuring voice broke through the tension, his words carrying a gentle assurance. "It's going to be alright," he said softly, his gaze filled with understanding. "You might have crossed a line, but I'm not harboring any anger or resentment. My overwhelming feeling was one of fear and uncertainty about what could unfold. Yet, at this moment, I find myself grasping to understand your intentions. Allow me the chance to decipher the intricacies of your plan." It was like you were turning me into her, wanting to feel her presence again through me. "I wouldn't mind talking about Megan," Lily replied, her crying slowing down. Lily hesitated, unsure of where to begin untangling the complex web of memories that lay before her. Ethan's gentle inquiry pierced the silence: "Does my baby's attire play a significant role in all this?" A tear escaped Lily's eye as she nodded, grateful for his understanding. "Yes," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. "It's okay, Lily. I just wanted to understand," Ethan reassured her, his tone warm and reassuring. Summoning her courage, Lily embarked on a journey through her daughter's life. "Well, my daughter... she was such a normal, beautiful girl, you know? Until around the age of 12," she recounted, her voice tinged with sorrow. "That's when it all started. The bedwetting. It began innocently enough, but it just kept getting worse... until she lost complete control of her bladder." With a heavy heart, Lily continued, "We had no choice but to turn to diapers to ensure she stayed dry. It was a difficult transition, but one we had to make." "After the diapers..." Lily paused, her breath hitching in her chest. "I started dressing her in cute outfits. At first, it was just to make her feel better and to bring a sense of normalcy to our lives. But then... she wanted to wear them, and she looked so adorable, like a little girl again." A faint smile flickered across Lily's lips as she reminisced. "Eventually, with the diapers, it became easier to treat her like a baby. And she loved it. It brought us closer, you know? Especially since I missed out on that special baby time when she was born." Her voice trembling with emotion, Lily concluded, "I was a single mom, just trying to provide for her. My parents were always there to help, but... I didn't get to experience those precious moments of her infancy. Dressing her up, caring for her like a baby... it was my way of reclaiming what I had missed, and it brought us closer than ever before." "Ethan," Lily's voice trembled as she wiped away tears, "do you mind if I tell you what happened to her?" With a nod of reassurance, Ethan encouraged her to share. Taking a deep breath, Lily recounted the heart-wrenching tale. "She was around your age, Ethan, just a young woman coming home from college one summer night," she began, her voice quivering with emotion. "Driving along the highway, a truck crashed into her car, sending it off the road and crashing into the nearby trees." "The call from the police that night shattered my world," Lily continued, tears glistening in her eyes. "We were grateful to learn that Megan had been found, but then the cops shared that she didn't survive the crash. It felt like our worst nightmare had come true. I remember praying with every fiber of my being, begging for a miracle to bring my daughter back to me." "After a few agonizing months of grief," Lily continued, her voice choked with emotion. "I stumbled on you, and there you were, Ethan, a spitting image of her. At that moment, I dared to believe that perhaps my wish was coming true." As Lily's words hung in the air, Ethan felt a weight settle in his chest. "That's a lot to take in," he murmured, his mind reeling with the enormity of Lily's story. Slowly, he began to understand the depth of her actions and the pain that had driven her to seek solace in him. Lily's heart sank as she anticipated Ethan's desire to escape the surreal situation she had entangled him in. "I bet you want to get out of those ridiculous clothes and leave this nightmare I've made you a part of," she ventured hesitantly. To her surprise, Ethan's response was anything but expected. "Not exactly," he replied, his words casting a ray of hope into Lily's world. As Lily's eyes widened with incredulous excitement, Ethan continued, "I didn't mind what happened to me. I was scared at first, but after you explained everything, it made me feel better about it." Overwhelmed by his unexpected admission, Lily could barely contain her curiosity as Ethan hesitated before asking, "Can I tell you something, Lily?" "Of course," Lily responded, her voice barely above a whisper and her heart pounding with anticipation. "I never really knew my parents," Ethan began, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I was an orphan who bounced around foster families, taking care of their kids because the parents weren't parents. That's how I discovered my love for babysitting." "But deep down, I've always yearned to know and feel what a mother's love truly felt like," Ethan confessed, his gaze meeting Lily's with raw honesty. "And you gave me that. I can't thank you enough." The whole diaper situation was a bit unusual, and the addition of girl and baby clothes added to the peculiarity. But, truth be told, I didn't mind too much. Lily paused, her eyes locking onto Ethan's. "So, does this mean you'll be my little Megan?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of hope and excitement. Ethan hesitated for a moment before nodding, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I'll be your little Megan," he replied. "But let's take it slow, alright? And I hope I'm still getting paid for this babysitting gig." Lily's heart swelled with affection as she wrapped Ethan in a warm hug, feeling a newfound connection blossoming between them. As they continued their conversation, Lily couldn't resist remarking on the comfort of the diapers and the relief of not having to worry about finding a restroom. Ethan chuckled in response, assuring her that he would stick to using the diapers as intended for now, starting with peeing and eventually working up to pooping. Lily laughed along with him, expressing her gratitude and playfully teasing Ethan as a "good girl." From that day forward, Lily and "Ethan," now Megan, embarked on a journey filled with laughter, trust, and a deeper bond than ever before.

Chapter 3: Embracing the Unexpected Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/Okti9mJCyT Ethan felt a strange sense of comfort as he sat in the giant high chair, staring up at the ceiling. He had never been one for frills or lace, but there was something undeniably soothing about being surrounded by soft pink fabric. As he lay there, Ethan couldn't help but think about the situation he had found himself in. He had never been particularly adventurous, always preferring the safety and predictability of routine. But here he was, dressed in a pink onesie and lying in a highchair like a baby. It was absurd. And yet, he couldn't deny the strange sense of peace that had settled over him since he arrived at Lily's house. He flushed with embarrassment, realizing that he had wet himself like a baby. He tried to shift his position, hoping to somehow hide the evidence, but it was no use. The diaper was soaked through, and he could feel the wetness. Before he could even begin to process what was happening, he heard Lily say, Did my baby have an accident?" she asked, her voice sweet and gentle. Ethan felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He couldn't believe that he was going to admit to wetting himself like a baby. But there was something about the way Lily was looking at him—something so kind and understanding—that made him feel safe. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I had an accident." Lily's smile never wavered as she crossed the room and scooped him up in her arms. "That's okay, sweetheart," she said, her voice soothing. "Mommy's here to take care of you." "Lily's voice, gentle yet firm, broke through the air like a soft melody as she said, 'Let's see if you leak, sweetheart.' With tender care, she lifted Ethan out of the high chair, his small frame nestled in her arms. As she approached the changing table, Lily's heart swelled with maternal instinct. Setting him down on the plush pink carpet of the room, she began her careful examination. The room was filled with the delicate aroma of baby powder, mingling with the faint scent of urine. With practiced ease, Lily unbuttoned Ethan's onesie, feeling the soft fabric beneath her fingertips. As she delicately pulled back his diaper, a faint whiff of urine reached her nostrils, confirming her suspicions. Ethan squirmed and protested, his cries echoing off the walls as he declared his independence from the infantile garments. But Lily, ever vigilant, swiftly mended Ethan's hands, preventing his escape. With a mixture of determination and love, she continued her task, ensuring his comfort and care above all else." "It looks like I need to get a special bottle to make my baby girl behave," Lily mused, her voice tinged with both affection and determination. With a tender smile, she attempted to feed Ethan the bottle, his mittened hands fidgeting nervously. "I'll be good, I promise," Ethan pleaded. "I'll be a good baby girl. Please don't give me that stuff that makes me feel drained." Lily's gaze softened as she listened to his apology. "I won't if you keep your word and continue being a good girl," she replied gently. "Now, sweetie, your name is Megan," Lily whispered, her eyes sparkling with maternal affection. "And from now on, you're my precious baby girl." With a tender smile, she gathered Megan into her arms, her touch gentle yet firm as she guided her toward the dresser. "Let's dress you up in something that will make my little princess look adorable," Lily cooed, her voice a soothing melody in the air. As she selected the perfect outfit, each piece carefully chosen with love, Lily couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Megan, her heart overflowing with joy at the thought of caring for this precious child. With meticulous care, she dressed Megan in the finest garments, her fingers dancing over the fabric as she fastened the buttons. As she stepped back to admire her handiwork, Lily's heart swelled with pride, knowing that Megan was back. With loving care, Lily selected a frilly dress and matching bow, her fingers lingering over the delicate fabric as she adorned Ethan, now Megan, with the attire fit for a royal. As she fastened the last button, a sense of warmth and contentment washed over her, knowing that Megan was safe and loved in her care. Ethan's eyes became focused across the dresser; his attention was drawn to what appeared to be a picture, but upon closer inspection, it felt as though he was staring into a mirror. Yet, unlike a typical mirror, this one captured an image—a perfect likeness of Ethan, mirroring Megan in every detail, from the arrangement of clothing to the perfectly matched bow, even down to the length of his hair and the hue of his eyes and nose. Lily spoke, Now that my baby girl is dressed, Lily suggested we should have a bit of fun." Lily reached for a Disney princess coloring book and a set of vibrant markers, extending them toward Ethan. "Why don't you color a pretty picture, just like you used to for my mommy, Megan?" As Ethan began to color, Lily watched him with tears glistening in her eyes, touched by how he approached the task. "It's like you never left us, Megan," Lily whispered, her voice filled with emotion. Ethan lay on his stomach, his legs dangling behind him in a manner reminiscent of a little girl lost in creativity. With careful strokes, Ethan completed the beautiful picture for Lily, even signing it with the same flourish as the other illustrations in the coloring book. After handing the picture to Lily, Ethan's stomach began to twist and ache uncomfortably. He recognized the sensation all too well—he needed to go poop. Despite Lily showering praise upon her 'little girl' for the wonderful artwork, Ethan couldn't ignore his urgent need. Summoning his courage, he spoke up in a voice tinged with childlike innocence, "Mommy, can I ask you something? I need to go poop." "Oh, sweetheart, it's okay," Lily comforted, her voice tender as she took Ethan's hand and guided him to the giant rocking horse. With gentle care, she settled Ethan onto the wooden horse before offering him a bottle specially designed to ease his discomfort. "You promised you wouldn't give me that yucky bottle," Ethan protested softly. Lily reassured him, "This bottle is to help you use your diaper like a good girl. Please drink it, sweetheart; I promise it will help." Ethan reluctantly drank the entire contents of the bottle, his trust in Lily outweighing his reservations. With a proud smile, Lily praised, "Now, that's my good girl." She then gently placed a pacifier in his mouth, murmuring, "Now, my little Megan, rock on your little horsie so you can go potty in your diaper like a good girl." As Ethan rocked back and forth on the giant rocking horse, finding solace in the rhythmic motion, he sensed a new urgency building within him. A sudden warmth enveloped his lower body as he began to pee, the sensation both alarming and uncontrollable. The fabric of his diaper grew damp against his skin, the liquid pooling uncomfortably around him. While the wetness spread, Ethan couldn't ignore the pressing need to relieve his bowels. With a gasp, he felt the involuntary release, warm and squishy, as he started to poop in his diaper. His body tensed with the effort; the sensation was overwhelming and unsettling. The texture of the mess against his skin only intensified his discomfort, with each movement spreading it further. Amidst the chaos of his accident, the foul odor hit Ethan next, sharp and acrid, mingling with the sweet scent of the nursery and assaulting his senses. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he continued to rock, unable to stop the inevitable. Amidst Ethan's unexpected ordeal, Lily couldn't suppress a soft giggle, her amusement bubbling up despite her attempts to remain composed. She watched with a mixture of affection and pride as Ethan bravely navigated through the uncomfortable situation. "Good girl," Lily praised, her voice tender as she encouraged Ethan, affectionately referring to him as her little girl. Despite the mess, she recognized his effort and vulnerability, offering him comfort and support in the face of embarrassment. With a gentle smile, Lily continued to watch over Ethan. Ethan grappled with the shock of his accident; he couldn't ignore the overwhelming sensation of his heavily soiled diaper. The once-pristine fabric now felt uncomfortably damp and heavy against his skin, the mixture of urine and feces creating a repugnant texture that seemed to cling to him. The foul odor assaulted his senses, sharp and unpleasant, mingling with the sweet scent of the nursery, creating a nauseating combination that made his stomach churn. With each movement, he could feel the mess squelching and shifting within the confines of his diaper, amplifying his discomfort and embarrassment. The sound of his breathing seemed to echo in his ears, drowned out only by the rustle of the fabric as he shifted uneasily on the rocking horse. Unable to bear the weight of the situation, Ethan stopped rocking, his movements coming to a halt as he fell silent, the only sound being the soft suckling of the pacifier between his lips. At that moment, he felt a mixture of shame, discomfort, and helplessness, unsure of how to navigate through the mess he found himself in. As Ethan remained frozen in shock, Lily gently took his hand, guiding him with the tenderness reserved for a fragile doll towards the changing table. With each step, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability and embarrassment that engulfed him, the weight of his recent accident heavy on his mind. Once on the changing table, it was clear that Ethan's soiled diaper was not going to change itself. Lily faced a bit of a struggle, but she remained composed, her determination unwavering as she carefully navigated through the task at hand. With a deep breath, she began to undo the tape on Ethan's diaper, revealing the mess within. The unpleasant scent of Ethan's accident filled the air, a stark contrast to the sweet aroma of baby powder that lingered nearby. As Lily reached for the baby wipes, she could feel Megan's discomfort as she squirmed under her touch. Despite the challenge, she remained focused, her movements steady and deliberate as she worked to clean him. It was a lot of work, but Lily was determined to make Ethan feel comfortable and cared for. With patience and tenderness, she wiped away the mess, her touch gentle yet thorough as she ensured every crevice was clean. Ethan could feel the relief wash over him as the last remnants of the accident were wiped away, replaced by a sense of cleanliness and comfort. Once the wiping was complete, Lily faced the task of removing the soiled diaper and replacing it with a fresh one. With a deep breath, she unfolded the fresh diaper, the soft crinkle of the material filling the air as she slid it under Ethan, ensuring a smooth surface for him to lie on. She sprinkled baby powder over Ethan's freshly cleaned skin, the delicate scent adding a final touch of comfort and protection. With Ethan all cleaned up and feeling refreshed, Lily secured the tabs of the fresh diaper around his waist, ensuring a snug fit. As she finished diapering him, Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her unwavering care and attention. Despite the embarrassment of the situation, he knew he was in good hands, and that gave him a sense of reassurance amidst the chaos of his accident. As Ethan began to snap out of his shocked state, he couldn't help but revel in the comfort of the fresh diaper enveloping him. Gone was the heavy, squishy sensation of the soiled one; instead, he felt a lightness and cleanliness that seemed to lift his spirits. The soft fabric against his skin provided a soothing embrace, while the faint scent of baby powder added a touch of freshness to the air, replacing the foul odor that had lingered before. With each breath, Ethan savored the newfound sense of comfort and relief, his senses heightened by the contrast between the old and new diapers. He couldn't help but marvel at the transformation, feeling as though he had been transported from a state of discomfort to one of blissful contentment. As Ethan basked in the comfort of his fresh diaper, he couldn't help but notice a change in Lily's demeanor. Her eyes seemed to soften, and her expression reflected a newfound sense of empathy and understanding. "I'm so sorry," she said, her voice filled with genuine remorse.

Chapter 2: An Unusual Arrangement Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/FeuH3mFjhP Ethan woke up to a strange sensation: his body felt confined and restricted. He blinked his eyes open, trying to adjust to the bright light that filled the room. As his vision cleared, he realized that he was lying in a giant pink crib, surrounded by soft toys and plush pillows. He could feel the crinkling of the material beneath him and the tightness around his waist. It took him a moment to realize that he was wearing a giant pink onesie, with the words "Mommy's Baby Girl" emblazoned across the chest. Ethan's heart began to race as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He looked around the room, taking in the details of the nursery. There was a giant playpen in the corner, filled with building blocks and stuffed animals. A changing table stood against one wall, complete with diapers, wipes, and powder. A high chair sat near the door, and a rocking horse stood proudly in the center of the room. The walls were adorned with babyish wallpaper depicting cartoon characters and pastel colors. Ethan's mind raced as he tried to remember how he had ended up in this situation. He thought back to his conversation with Lily and the strange request she had made. With babysitting her older daughter. He tried to sit up, but the onesie made it difficult for him to move. He could feel the padding between his legs and the way the material constricted his movements. He felt a sudden wave of panic as he realized that he was completely at Lily's mercy. Just then, the door to the nursery opened, and Lily walked in. She was dressed in a fluffy pink bathrobe, with her hair pulled back in a messy bun. Ethan sought refuge amidst a pile of stuffed animals, his heart racing with trepidation. Spotting a pink princess pacifier nestled among the plush companions, he seized it, instinctively seeking solace in its familiarity as he pressed it into his mouth, willing himself to remain silent. Meanwhile, Lily's voice echoed through the room, calling out for a girl named Megan. Ethan held his breath as Lily approached the crib, her confusion palpable. "Where did my baby girl go?" she murmured, her voice tinged with concern. "Sweetheart, my little Megan, where are you? How did you get out of your crib?" Frozen by fear, Ethan remained hidden, his pulse quickening with each passing moment. Lily returned to the crib, her gaze sweeping over the room before settling on the pile of stuffed animals. Sensing her proximity, Ethan dared not move; his entire body tensed with anticipation. Lily's hand hesitated over the stuffed animals, a puzzled expression crossing her features. With a gentle touch, she reached out to move one of them, and Ethan held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "There's my little Megan," Lily exclaimed, her voice soft with relief. "Still using your little pacifier like a good girl." As Lily's words washed over him, Ethan released a shaky breath, his fear gradually giving way to a sense of relief. Ethan remained still, his senses overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. Lily's voice broke through the confusion, her words laden with both concern and curiosity. "Let's check on my little Megan now," she said gently. With a gentle touch, Lily helped Ethan out of the crib, her movements careful and reassuring. Standing before her, Ethan felt exposed and vulnerable, his mind racing with uncertainty. The reality of his situation sank in as Lily's words hung in the air. "Now, did my little girl use her diaper like a good girl?" Lily asked, her tone soft and comforting. Ethan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized the truth: he was wearing a diaper. The realization sent a wave of discomfort through him. With a gentle touch, Lily checked the diaper, her fingers moving with practiced ease. Ethan held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest, as he awaited her assessment. Each moment felt like an eternity as he grappled with the implications of his current state. Finally, Lily's touch withdrew, and Ethan released a shaky breath, his nerves still on edge. "My baby didn't have an accident," Lily said with a soft smile, her words a balm to Ethan's frayed nerves. At that moment, he felt a mix of relief and uncertainty, unsure of what Lily's discovery meant for him. After that little nap, you must be hungry, my little Megan," Lily said with a warm smile, her voice brimming with affection. She led Ethan to the high chair, securing him in place with gentle yet firm hands. As Ethan squirmed uncomfortably, Lily's soothing words washed over him, calming his nerves. With practiced ease, Lily prepared a bottle of formula and spoon-fed him some baby food, each mouthful a mixture of unfamiliar flavors and textures. Despite his initial resistance, Ethan found himself unable to resist the nurturing care that Lily offered. "Be good, and I'll give you a little reward," Lily whispered, her tone gentle yet firm. Ethan's protests faltered as he realized the futility of resistance. In that moment, he surrendered to the comfort of the high chair, allowing himself to be nourished both body and soul by Lily's loving care. As Ethan's stomach knotted with discomfort, a subtle unease settled over him, the precursor to a storm brewing deep within. With each passing moment, the pressure in his abdomen mounted, a relentless force threatening to overwhelm him. It wasn't just the urge to urinate; it was an insidious loss of control, a betrayal by his own body. The first trickle of urine broke the silence—a faint sound that echoed in the confines of his diaper, a reminder of his body's defiance. As the stream intensified, a symphony of confusion unfolded, each drop a testament to his vulnerability. The fabric of his diaper, once a barrier of protection, now clung to him like a shroud of uncertainty, its warmth seeping into his skin with a sickening familiarity. The air around him grew heavy with the scent of urine, a pungent reminder of his predicament that threatened to suffocate him. The faint odor of detergent failed to mask the truth of his discomfort, its sweetness tainted by the lingering sense of unease. Ethan's senses were overwhelmed, and his heartbeat had a thunderous rhythm in his ears as he grappled with the reality of his helplessness. With each passing second, Ethan felt the weight of his wet diaper pressing against him, a physical reminder of his lack of control. The sound of his breathing was drowned out by the rush of emotions flooding his mind with fear and self-doubt. At that moment, he was frozen in time, trapped in a nightmare of his own making. Yet, just as despair threatened to consume him entirely, a faint glimmer of hope pierced the darkness. As if by some unseen magic, the spell of helplessness began to wane, its hold loosening with each passing moment. With a newfound sense of control, Ethan vowed to navigate through the challenges ahead, determined to overcome the obstacles in his path and emerge stronger on the other side.

Chapter 6: The Calm Before the Storm Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/BlBdELcIeg As they arrived at the mall, Samantha gently unbuckled her brother from his car seat, his sleepy eyes blinking in the sunlight filtering through the car windows. With practiced ease, she lifted his shirt and reached to check his diaper, her fingers tracing the soft fabric. The diaper felt damp against his skin, a reminder of his earlier discomfort. Samantha's keen senses picked up the faint scent of baby powder mingled with the lingering smell of pee, confirming her suspicions. "Good girl," she murmured approvingly, her voice filled with maternal warmth. As she pulled back the diaper to check its condition, there was a faint crinkling sound, the unmistakable rustle of plastic meeting plastic. With a satisfied nod, Samantha reaffirmed her brother's status as her obedient baby girl before gently turning him around to prepare for their outing at the mall. After ensuring her brother was dry and comfortable, Samantha gently took his hand, a reassuring gesture akin to a mother ensuring her child's safety. Though Jake entertained the thought of protesting, he quickly reminded himself of the promised reward awaiting good behavior. Together, they ventured into the mall, Samantha leading her baby girl toward BabyRUs to purchase a baby monitor, an essential tool for their newfound dynamic. By a stroke of luck or perhaps fate, a quaint game store happened to be conveniently nearby, piquing Jake's interest. As they strolled through the bustling mall, Jake couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment, acutely aware of the attention drawn by his unusual attire. Despite his discomfort, he resigned himself to follow Samantha's lead, trusting in her guidance through this unconventional journey. Samantha and Jake reach the aisle in Babyrus where she finds a baby monitor where it would connect to her phone so she can check up on her baby. She asked Jake if he could bend down and grab it. He hesitated and did it. While he was bending down if you looked at his shorts you could see his pink princess diaper. Jake handed it to Samantha and Samantha said the good girl and right before she checked out she found this adorable playpen she could put Jake in to play with. As Samantha and Jake navigated the aisles of BabyRUs, they finally arrived at the section housing baby monitors. Samantha's eyes lit up as she spotted the perfect one—a modern marvel that would connect directly to her phone, allowing her to keep a close eye on her baby at all times. Turning to Jake with a smile, she gently asked if he could reach for the monitor on the lower shelf. Though Jake hesitated momentarily, he ultimately complied, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he stooped down. With every movement, the telltale hint of his pink princess diaper peeked out from beneath his shorts. As Jake handed her the monitor, Samantha couldn't help but praise him with a soft "good girl," eliciting a mix of embarrassment and resignation from her baby brother. Before checking out, Samantha's eyes fell upon an adorable playpen, a perfect addition to their growing collection of baby gear. With a grin, she added it to their cart, envisioning the fun and mischief Jake would soon enjoy within its confines. As they approached the checkout counter, Jake felt the telltale pressure in his bladder, a familiar sensation signaling the need to relieve himself. Without resistance, he allowed the warmth to spread within his diaper, the soft padding quickly absorbing his accident. The sound of his urine hitting the diaper's interior was a subtle yet undeniable reminder of his predicament, accompanied by a faint scent of baby powder mingling with the unmistakable odor of urine. Unbeknownst to him, Samantha had keenly observed his subtle shift in demeanor, a silent acknowledgment of his involuntary act. Though Jake remained oblivious to his sister's awareness, he couldn't shake the slight pang of embarrassment as he resigned himself to yet another wet diaper. As they were about to enter the gaming store, Samantha decided to perform another diaper check on Jake, her routine action to ensure his comfort. She gently lifted his shirt, exposing the soft fabric of his diaper, and with practiced ease, she checked its condition. Jake, feeling a mix of embarrassment and discomfort, shifted awkwardly as he sensed the eyes of passersby on him. The sensation of the wet diaper against his skin was clammy and uncomfortable, the once-crisp material now damp and slightly heavy. The smell of baby powder mingled with the faint scent of urine, creating a distinct aroma that Jake found embarrassing. As Samantha lifted his diaper, the sound of the crinkling plastic filled the air, a reminder of his dependence on such garments. Feeling self-conscious, Jake mustered the courage to speak, his voice tinged with a hint of childishness, "P-please, can we hurry this up?" Samantha's response was matter-of-fact, her tone tinged with amusement, "Well if you had let me know you needed to go potty again, I wouldn't have had to check you." Jake's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the realization that his bodily functions were not entirely under his control, a reminder of his vulnerability in Samantha's care. With a sigh, he resigned himself to endure the necessary discomfort for the sake of their outing. Standing before the inviting glow of the game store, Samantha leaned down to her little brother Jake, a smile dancing on her lips as she praised his good behavior throughout the day. "You've been such a good girl, both at home and at the mall today," she remarked, her voice warm with affection. "I think it's only fair you get a little reward." With eager anticipation, Jake followed his sister into the store, his eyes immediately drawn to the familiar sight of "Doom Eternal," the latest installment of the adrenaline-pumping series he had been eagerly anticipating. He reached for it, his excitement palpable as he handed it to Samantha, hopeful anticipation in his eyes. "Can I get this game?" he asked eagerly. However, Samantha's response was firm yet playful, her protective instincts kicking in. "No, baby," she replied gently, shaking her head. "This game is far too violent for a little baby girl like you." Teasingly, she replaced the game with a Hello Kitty title, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she offered it to him. Unfazed by his sister's teasing, Jake shook his head, his determination evident. "He shrugged off the idea, saying it was way too girly," she quipped, shooting him a playful look. It was hard not to grin, especially considering he wore just the night before—the pink princess onesie, now replaced with a matching tee and shorts combo. And let's not forget the cherry on top: the trusty pink princess diaper he was rocking underneath it all. Undeterred, Jake scanned the shelves until his eyes landed on a familiar sight: "Pokemon Sword," a beloved series he hadn't indulged in since his childhood days playing "Platinum." Memories flooded back, warm and nostalgic, as he reached for the game, handing it to Samantha with renewed excitement. Samantha's smile widened as she accepted the game, her approval clear. "Sure, that doesn't look like a violent game at all," she agreed, pleased with his choice. As they headed to the counter to make the purchase, Jake's heart swelled with anticipation, grateful for his sister's guidance and understanding. As they approached the counter to pay for the game, Jake's excitement waned as a familiar sensation bubbled in his stomach, signaling an urgent need to use the restroom. He discreetly tugged on Samantha's shirt, his voice barely above a whisper, "Um, Samantha, I... I need to go potty." Samantha, always composed in a crisis, glanced at Jake with a knowing smile. "No worries, Jake," she replied softly, "just use your diaper quietly." Jake's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought, but he knew he couldn't hold it much longer. "I... I need to go poop," he admitted, his voice tinged with embarrassment. Samantha's expression softened as she realized the urgency of the situation. "Ow, okay," she murmured sympathetically, "let's pay for the game first." With a sense of urgency, Samantha quickly completed the transaction, her arm gently guiding Jake toward the women's restroom. Surprisingly, Jake remained silent, his embarrassment outweighed by his pressing need. Samantha led him to the handicap stall, her reassuring presence calming his nerves. As they entered the restroom, Jake's frustration bubbled up inside him. He longed to use the big boy potty like everyone else, but his body had other plans. The wetness of the diaper clung uncomfortably to his skin, a constant reminder of his inability to control his bodily functions like he wished he could. With Samantha's patient guidance, Jake finally settled into the stall, his heart pounding in embarrassment at the thought of what was about to happen. The air was thick with the scent of soap and disinfectant, mingling with the unmistakable odor of his impending accident. As he braced himself, the sound of his breathing filled his ears, accompanied by the soft rustle of fabric as he shifted uncomfortably on the toilet seat. Then, with a sense of inevitability, it happened. Jake's muscles relaxed, and he felt the warm, mushy sensation spreading through the diaper beneath him. The sound of his poop hitting the diaper was muffled, but the feeling of shame washed over him in waves. He couldn't help but feel disgusted by the mess he had made, even though he knew it was beyond his control. Samantha's voice broke through his thoughts, her tone gentle and reassuring. "That's my good girl," she praised, her words offering a small measure of comfort amidst Jake's embarrassment. Despite his frustration at his own body, he couldn't help but feel grateful for Samantha's unwavering support in moments like these. As she saw Jake's discomfort growing, Samantha reached into the diaper bag slung over her shoulder, retrieving a pacifier. With a gentle smile, she offered it to him before beginning the diaper change, knowing it would help soothe him during the process. Once Jake accepted the pacifier, she proceeded with the task at hand, laying him down on the changing table within the stall. The plastic surface felt cool against his skin as he squirmed uncomfortably, the scent of his soiled diaper filling the air. With determination, Samantha began cleaning him up, the mushy texture of the diaper making it challenging to remove the mess. Despite the difficulty, she worked diligently, her movements careful and deliberate as she wiped away the mess with baby wipes pulled from the container in her bag. Once Jake was clean, Samantha reached for the baby powder and baby lotion from her diaper bag, applying them generously to keep him dry and comfortable. The familiar scents filled the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of the lotion as she smoothed it onto his skin, ensuring he was clean and refreshed. With the diaper change complete, Samantha fastened the fresh pink princess diaper snugly around his waist, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. Jake looked up at her with gratitude in his eyes, the pacifier still in his mouth, thankful for her unwavering support and care. As they made their way to the car, Samantha praised Jake for being so cooperative during their outing. "For being so good, I'll order some pizza tonight," she promised with a smile, knowing it was a treat he'd enjoy. Once they were on the road, Samantha glanced over at Jake, who had drifted off to sleep again. She reached into the diaper bag and retrieved the pacifier, gently placing it in his mouth to ensure he stayed comfortable during the ride home. As Samantha drove, she couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for her now-baby brother. Taking care of him brought her a sense of joy and fulfillment she hadn't expected. She marveled at how quickly she had embraced this new role and found herself looking forward to the moments they would share. Before they arrived home, Samantha couldn't resist capturing the adorable sight of Jake in his peaceful slumber, pacifier in mouth, with her phone. She snapped a quick photo, intending to cherish the memory forever and to have a keepsake of her baby girl for the future. But there was another reason for the photo, a precautionary measure in case Jake ever decided he didn't want to be her baby girl anymore. Samantha wanted to ensure she could hold onto this precious memory, even if their dynamic changed in the future. As she looked at the photo, a sense of warmth filled her heart. With a smile, Samantha thought to herself, "No matter what happens, I'll always cherish this moment." And with that, the chapter came to an end for now?

Chapter 5: Breaking Point Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/ZjS9tV28AE Jake woke up the next morning feeling sore and uncomfortable. He had barely slept, thanks to the messy diaper he had been forced to wear all night. He could smell the stench of his waste, and it made him feel sick to his stomach. He tried to call out to Samantha, hoping she would take pity on him and change his diaper, but she didn't come. As the minutes ticked by, Jake's frustration grew. He couldn't believe that his sister was treating him this way. He had always thought of her as a sweet, kind person, but now he saw a different side of her. She was cruel and sadistic, taking pleasure in his humiliation. As Samantha roused from her slumber on her mother's bed, a pungent aroma infiltrated her senses, gradually intensifying as she shuffled towards her room. The closer she got, the more overwhelming the smell became, clinging to the air like an unwelcome guest. It was a distinct blend of feces and baby powder, a potent combination that left her wrinkling her nose in distaste. Before even reaching the door, Samantha could already detect the offensive odor seeping through the cracks, assaulting her nostrils with each breath. As she reached for the doorknob, a wave of apprehension washed over her, mingling with a perverse sense of anticipation. She knew all too well what awaited her on the other side—the unmistakable scent of her little baby girl's diaper. It was a scent she had grown accustomed to, yet one that never failed to elicit a mixture of amusement and delight. With a resigned sigh, she braced herself for what awaited on the other side. As she swung the door open, the stench hit her full force, practically knocking her back. Inside, the source of the smell became apparent. Her brother lay in the crib, his face twisted in discomfort, the unmistakable bulge of a soiled diaper beneath him. Despite the unpleasant sight, Samantha couldn't help but chuckle to herself, a mix of annoyance and fond exasperation washing over her. Jake's anger reached a boiling point when he heard Samantha's voice outside his door. "Time to wake up, my little baby girl!" she cooed. "You've been such a good sleeper. With a wry grin, she remarked, "Well, well, well, it seems like my little baby girl has been busy messing her diaper, just like the good girl she is." Let's get you changed and ready for the day." Jake's face turned red with rage. He couldn't take it anymore. He was going to make Samantha pay for what she had done to him. Jake's voice reverberated with frustration, his anger boiling over as he unleashed his pent-up emotions. "What's wrong with you?" he spat, his tone laced with irritation. "I've been calling for you for hours! I've been stuck in this disgusting diaper all night, barely managing to sleep, and the stench is unbearable!" Samantha winced at her brother's outburst, her heart softening as she recognized the distress in his voice. Taking on a more motherly tone, she replied, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I guess I didn't hear you from Mom's room. Let's make it right. How about we head to the mall today? I'll get a baby monitor so I can be there for you when you need me. And hey, if you're a good baby girl at the mall. I might even grab a new game for your Switch. Deal?" Her words carried a warmth and tenderness that hadn't been present before. She reached out to Jake, offering him a comforting smile and a reassuring pat on the shoulder. His anger seemed to dissipate slightly as he grudgingly nodded his agreement. It wasn't a perfect solution, but perhaps it was a step towards repairing their fractured relationship. "Now, how about we get you changed out of that messy diaper?" Samantha suggested, her tone gentle and reassuring. Jake responded with a babyish "please," tugging at Samantha's heartstrings. Samantha began by unlocking the crib and lowering the bars, allowing Jake to step out beside her bed. She laid out the changing mat and grabbed her diaper bag, ensuring a soft and comfortable surface for the task at hand. As she helped Jake onto the changing mat, she couldn't help but notice that some of the poop had stained the pink princess onesie he was wearing. As Samantha gingerly began the daunting task of undressing Jake from his pink-stained princess onesie, she couldn't help but cringe at the sight before her. The once vibrant fabric now bore the telltale signs of Jake's accident, the stains marring its delicate surface. With a deep breath to steel herself against the overwhelming smell, Samantha began the process of unbuttoning the onesie, her fingers moving with a mixture of determination and reluctance. The fabric seemed to cling stubbornly to Jake's skin, as if reluctant to relinquish its hold on the mess within. Samantha tugged gently, careful not to cause any discomfort to her little brother. With each button undone, the extent of the mess became more apparent, and Samantha couldn't suppress a grimace of disgust. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Samantha managed to free Jake from the soiled onesie. She set it aside with a mixture of relief and revulsion, determined to tackle the next phase of the task at hand. Turning her attention to the diaper, she braced herself for what she knew would be a challenging endeavor. She was met with a sight and smell that made her stomach churn. The odor emanating from the messy diaper was overwhelming, assaulting her senses with its pungent aroma. Jake squirmed uncomfortably, clearly embarrassed by the situation he found himself in. With a determined expression, Samantha set to work, using gentle but firm movements to remove the soiled diaper. The mess seemed to cling stubbornly to Jake's skin, making the process of cleaning him up more challenging than she had anticipated. Each wipe she used seemed to take extra effort as if the mess was determined to resist her efforts. The sound of the wipes rustling against the diaper filled the room, punctuated by Jake's uneasy shifting. Samantha could feel the dampness and texture of the diaper beneath her hands, the sensation unpleasant and sticky. Despite the difficulty of the task, she remained focused, determined to ensure Jake's comfort and cleanliness. After what felt like an eternity of careful cleaning, Samantha finally managed to rid Jake of the mess. She applied soothing baby lotion to his skin, the scent providing a welcome relief from the foul odor that had filled the room. With practiced precision, she sprinkled baby powder generously, the soft scent mingling with the lingering smell of the dirty diaper. Finally, Samantha unfolded a fresh pink princess diaper and slid it under Jake's bottom, securing it in place with expert precision. As she taped up the diaper, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Despite the challenges she had faced, she had succeeded in changing Jake's diaper and ensuring his comfort. Turning to Jake, she asked, "Now, does that feel better, my baby girl?" Jake hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. At that moment, Samantha knew that all her efforts had been worth it to see her little brother clean, comfortable, and cared for. Jake hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. In his mind, he couldn't deny the relief he felt from being cleaned up and placed back in a fresh diaper. Despite his initial embarrassment, he found himself strangely comforted by the familiar routine of diaper changing. It was a sensation he never expected to enjoy, but in that moment, he couldn't deny the unexpected sense of contentment it brought him. Samantha swiftly tossed the soiled pink onesie into the washer, determined to rid it of any trace of the mess that had stained it. With a determined flick of the wrist, she set the machine in motion, the sound of water filling the air as it began its cleansing cycle. Turning back to her brother, who still lay on the changing mat in shock, clad only in his pink princess diaper, Samantha set about finding him something else to wear. Opening her drawers, she rummaged through the contents until she found what she was looking for a soft pink t-shirt adorned with the word "princess" and a matching pair of shorts. With delicate care, Samantha inspected the clothes, ensuring they were clean and free of any imperfections. Satisfied with her selection, she carried them back to her bed, where her brother waited anxiously. Gently lifting him from the changing mat, Samantha guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. She unfolded the t-shirt, the fabric soft and inviting against her fingertips, and slipped it over his head. The shirt hung loosely on his frame, the word "princess" emblazoned across his chest in bold, playful letters. Next, Samantha helped him into the matching shorts, their pastel hue complementing the color of his diaper. With practiced ease, she fastened the waistband and smoothed out any wrinkles, ensuring a perfect fit. As she stooped down, the outfit of a t-shirt paired with shorts barely concealed the adorable secret beneath. With a gentle lift or any bending down, the soft hues of a pretty pink princess diaper were revealed, adding a whimsical touch to the scene. As she stepped back to admire her handiwork, Samantha couldn't help but smile at the sight before her. Despite the challenges they had faced, her brother looked adorable in his new outfit, the playful innocence of childhood shining through. With a gentle pat on his pampered but, Samantha reassured him, "There, all dressed and ready for the day. Now, let's go get your breakfast ready. As Samantha prepared breakfast, the aroma of sizzling bacon and the sweet scent of French toast filled the kitchen. It was her brother's favorite meal, and she wanted to make it special. However, she had a surprise in store. Alongside the tempting breakfast spread, she prepared a bottle of formula, a reminder of his recent baby-like behavior. She knew he wouldn't be too thrilled about it. With a mischievous grin, she set the bottle next to his plate, adding a playful twist to an otherwise ordinary breakfast. Before allowing her brother to dig into the delicious breakfast she had prepared, Samantha couldn't resist adding a playful touch to the scene. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she exclaimed, "Wait, I think something's missing from this picture!" In a swift motion, she reached for the bib from the diaper bag, a playful addition to the breakfast table. As she tied it around her brother's neck, a sense of whimsy filled the air, adding a lighthearted charm to their morning routine. "Now you're ready for breakfast," Samantha announced with a playful smile. But before Jake could dig in, she took on the role of a caring mother, retrieving a plate of French toast and bacon from the stove. With a gentle hand, she began cutting his food into small, manageable pieces, just like a mother would do for her baby. Jake protested, refusing to wear the bib she offered. "If you won't wear the bib, then no breakfast for the baby girl," Samantha teased, holding firm to her playful insistence. Jake relented with a sigh, asking for the plate instead. Samantha's expression turned incredulous. "What do you think you're doing? You're not going to feed yourself. I'll feed you like the little baby girl you are," she declared, taking charge of the feeding process. With each bite, Samantha ensured Jake had his fill, occasionally offering sips from the baby bottle filled with formula. Despite his initial reluctance, Jake found himself succumbing to the care and attention, embracing the role his sister had assigned to him. Once breakfast was over, Samantha efficiently attended to the household chores, swapping the laundry to the dryer to ensure everything would be ready by the time they returned from their trip to the mall. Samantha had her brother all dressed up, looking adorable in his carefully chosen outfit. She made sure to grab the diaper bag, just in case her baby girl needed a change while they were out. As they were about to head off to the mall, Jake suddenly felt the urge to pee. Samantha reassured him that they would find a restroom soon. In the cozy interior of Samantha's white SUV, she drove her baby girl to the mall. Jake, feeling tired from the events of the previous night, drifted off to sleep, taking a much-needed nap. The chapter ends with Samantha's white SUV cruising down the road, carrying her and her little brother on their mall adventure, while Jake peacefully snoozes in the backseat.

Chapter 4: Torment and Tortures Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/7eo68PvZLT Jake's anger and humiliation continued to build as Samantha relentlessly tormented him throughout the day. As Jake shifted uncomfortably on the floor, the sogginess of his diaper weighed heavily on him, every movement serving as a reminder of his humiliating predicament. The wet fabric clung uncomfortably to his skin, causing a chill to run down his spine. With each breath, he caught a whiff of the unmistakable scent of urine, permeating the air around him and intensifying his embarrassment. The sound of his wetting was a subtle but distinct reminder of his loss of control, a quiet yet undeniable confirmation of his helplessness in the situation. With every passing moment, the discomfort seemed to amplify, his discomfort magnified by the awareness of his sodden state. As Samantha snatched the remote from his grasp and changed the channel to the movie "Frozen 2," Jake's protests fell on deaf ears. The vibrant animation and enchanting songs of the film only added to his discomfort, each scene a stark reminder of his current infantile role. The captivating tale of Elsa and Anna's journey through the enchanted forest felt particularly jarring against Jake's own predicament, serving as a stark contrast to his current humiliating situation. Samantha's baby talk grated on his nerves, her condescending tone punctuating each interaction. Desperate to escape the embarrassment, Jake tried to voice his objection, declaring he didn't want to watch such "baby stuff." But Samantha swiftly reminded him of his current attire and role, effectively silencing his protests. The mention of his grades further silenced him, reminding him of the consequences of his actions. With his complaints stifled, Samantha reached into her diaper bag and retrieved the pacifier, promptly inserting it into Jake's mouth to quell any further objections. Thus, he was forced to endure her patronizing baby talk and endure the Disney princess movies, his discomfort exacerbated by the realization that he was completely at the mercy of his sister's whims. As the day wore on, Jake's stomach began to ache, and he knew that he needed to use the bathroom. He tried to hold it again, hoping that Samantha would eventually take pity on him and allow him to use the toilet like a normal person. But she seemed to take delight in his discomfort, and she made no move to help him. In a moment of desperation, Jake could bear it no longer. With a determined exhale, he spat out the pacifier, a silent plea for relief. Samantha's keen eyes caught the subtle signal, instantly sensing his discomfort. Reluctantly, Jake turned to Samantha, his pride momentarily overshadowed by his urgent need. With a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks, he mustered the courage to voice his request, his words laced with a hesitant reluctance. "Samantha," he began, his voice tinged with unease, "Can I use the potty, pwease?" Samantha couldn't contain her amusement at Jake's timid plea, his babyish tone tugging at her heartstrings. "Oh, what a precious baby girl," she teased, her voice laced with playful affection. "You're doing so well talking like a little baby," she praised, her smile widening at his adorable antics. She chuckled softly, shaking her head in amusement. "No, no, my little baby girl," she cooed. "You know that babies don't use the big potty. I told you this before you need to use your diaper like a good little girl." As Jake's heart raced with humiliation, he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, his face burning with embarrassment. The mere thought of wetting himself in the diaper, like an infant, sent shivers down his spine. With each passing moment, the pressure in his bladder grew more intense, a relentless urge that he struggled to suppress. He could feel the discomfort building, the warm sensation pooling in his lower abdomen, threatening to overwhelm him. As he fought to hold it in, every muscle in his body tensed, his senses heightened by the impending inevitability. The sound of his breath echoed in his ears, shallow and erratic, a stark contrast to the rhythmic ticking of the clock in the room. But despite his valiant efforts, Jake knew deep down that he had no choice. Samantha noticed Jake's evident struggle and discomfort as he attempted to wet his diaper. With a compassionate smile, she retrieved the pacifier and gently placed it in Jake's mouth. "It's okay, my little baby girl," she reassured him tenderly. "This will help you wet your little diaper, sweetie. Just suck on it and relax." She spoke soothingly, her voice filled with care and understanding as she sought to ease Jake's discomfort. With a resigned sigh, he surrendered to the relentless pressure, his body betraying him as he felt the warmth spread throughout the confines of the diaper. The sensation was overwhelming—a mixture of shame and relief washing over him as he succumbed to his body's primal instincts. The once crisp, dry padding now clung uncomfortably to his skin, saturated with the unmistakable scent of urine, permeating the air around him. With a heavy heart, Jake resigned himself to his fate, his senses inundated by the reality of his humiliating predicament. As he lay there, trapped in his vulnerability, he couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in such a humiliating situation. Samantha giggled and clapped her hands like a child as she watched him soil himself. "Good job, my little baby girl! You're such a good potty-goer!" As Jake's humiliation reached its peak, he couldn't help but dwell on the depths to which he had sunk, allowing his sister to reduce him to a state of infantile helplessness. He lay there in his now even soggier diaper, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to his skin, saturated with the weight of his shame. With each movement, he could feel the squelch of the saturated padding, the once fluffy material now heavy and sodden against his flesh. It chafed against his sensitive skin, rubbing raw patches that stung with every shift in position. The scent of urine hung heavy in the air, mingling with the musty odor of the room to create a nauseating cocktail that assaulted his senses. The pungent aroma seemed to cling to him, enveloping him in a suffocating cloud of humiliation. The sound of his wetting echoed in his ears, a faint trickle that seemed to reverberate throughout the room, a constant reminder of his shameful surrender. It was a sound he couldn't escape, haunting him with every breath he took. As he lay there, defeated and broken, Jake couldn't help but feel a sense of profound despair wash over him. How had he allowed himself to sink so low? The weight of his humiliation bore down upon him, crushing him beneath its relentless weight. But Samantha wasn't done with him yet. She made him watch more Disney princess movies, feeding him with a spoon and bottle like a baby. She even made him wear a tiara and play with dolls, cooing and giggling as if he were a real little girl. As the day turned to night, Jake's discomfort grew. His diaper was sagging with pee, and he could feel the pee squishing between his legs with every movement. He begged Samantha to change him, but she just laughed and shook her head. "No, no, my little baby girl," she said. Besides, these diapers hold a lot. You should be able to make it through the night without any problems." Jake's humiliation was complete. He lay there in his almost soaked diaper, feeling utterly defeated. He couldn't believe that he had allowed his sister to reduce him to this. He tried to fall asleep, but the discomfort and the smell of his waste made it impossible. As he lay there, he couldn't help but think about how he had wronged Samantha. He had always been so arrogant and dismissive of her, treating her like a child even though she was only a few years younger than him. He had never taken the time to listen to her or appreciate her for who she was. And now, she was getting her revenge. She was making him pay for all the times he had belittled her and made her feel small. He couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and shame. But he also knew that he couldn't let her win. He couldn't let her reduce him to this helpless, humiliated state forever. He needed to find a way to fight back, to take control of the situation and turn the tables on her. As Jake was pondering his revenge she said to make well it's getting late. I think it's time to go to sleep. She led her brother to her room where she had her old toddler crib big enough to fit him. Since when she was a toddler she wouldn't stay still and would wander the house by herself so her parents got a larger crib to keep her in so she would stay there when sleeping. Jake was in shock, as his sister unlocked the crib and told him to get in. Jake tried to protest but was defeated by that photo his sister has to make sure he listens. She raises the crib locking him in the crin. Telling him I changing in the morning so you don't get a rash. Get some sleep my baby girl and she turned off the light. As he lay there in the darkness, he began to plot his revenge. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to make Samantha pay for what she had done to him. He would show her that he wasn't a helpless baby, but a strong, capable man who wouldn't be pushed around. Lying there in the darkness, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge and retribution. He knew that the next day would bring even more torment, but he was ready for it. He would find a way to take control of the situation and make Samantha regret ever messing with him. As Jake drifted off to sleep, a simmering determination pulsed beneath the surface of his consciousness, a steadfast resolve to exact revenge burning bright within him. But just as he began to succumb to the embrace of sleep, a subtle discomfort stirred within his gut, a dull ache that gnawed at his insides. The sensation intensified, a rumbling chorus of protest rising from the depths of his stomach, its urgent plea echoing in the confines of his mind. Jake knew that feeling all too well—the telltale sign that his body demanded release, an urgent call to action that could not be ignored. Desperate to quell the rising discomfort, Jake shifted restlessly, attempting to find a comfortable position amidst the confines of the crib. But with each passing moment, the pressure in his bowels mounted a relentless force that refused to be silenced. In a state of growing desperation, Jake called out for his sister, his voice growing increasingly frantic as he pleaded for assistance. But unbeknownst to him, Samantha was elsewhere in the house, engrossed in her activities, oblivious to his distress. As the minutes stretched into eternity, Jake's panic mounted, his cries for help growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment. The ache in his stomach grew more pronounced, a sharp pang of urgency that left him trembling with apprehension. But despite his best efforts to hold it in, his body betrayed him, the pressure reaching a breaking point as his muscles gave way to the inevitable. With a sudden, uncontrollable spasm, Jake felt the unmistakable sensation of his bowels releasing, his diaper bearing the brunt of the explosive onslaught. A wave of warmth flooded over him, the once pristine padding now saturated with the foul-smelling evidence of his body's betrayal. The stench of feces filled the air, assaulting his senses with its nauseating presence, the sickening odor hanging heavy around him like a suffocating shroud. In that moment of utter humiliation, Jake could do nothing but lie there, trapped within the confines of his vulnerability. His resolve to seek revenge was momentarily overshadowed by the overwhelming reality of his predicament, his body's betrayal serving as a stark reminder of his powerlessness in the face of his sister's cunning schemes. Jake is just petrified on what just happened he can't believe that he just pooped in a diaper. He can't believe this this has to be a nightmare. He tried waking up from, it but nothing worked. The feel of the pooped-filled diaper on him is getting worse as time passes. He kept calling for his sister yelling for her to change him. He knew yelled that he pooped his diaper like a good girl. His sister listened and giggled with happiness on her way to bed. Jake was starting to get exhausted from yelling. All Jake could do was cuddle the pink teddy bear in the crib and cry himself to sleep in a fetal position in shock that he was in a princess diaper-filled poop and a pink princess onesie. He grabbed his pacifier hoping it would soothe him as he cried himself to sleep. As Jake lay there in stunned disbelief, the reality of his situation began to sink in with a sickening clarity. He could scarcely believe that he, a grown man, had been reduced to the humiliating state of pooping in a diaper. It felt like a nightmare from which he couldn't wake, no matter how desperately he tried. The sensation of the soiled diaper pressed against his skin grew increasingly unbearable with each passing moment. What had once been a mere discomfort now evolved into a revolting reminder of his humiliating predicament. The fabric, once soft and comforting, now felt repulsively sticky and clammy, as if it were leeching the warmth from his very soul. The stench of feces hung heavy in the air, assaulting Jake's senses with its nauseating presence. It seemed to permeate every inch of the crib, clinging to him like a foul miasma that refused to dissipate. The sickly-sweet odor mingled with the faint scent of baby powder, creating an unholy concoction that made his stomach churn with revulsion. With each cry for his sister to come and change him, Jake's desperation grew, his voice cracking with a mixture of fear and humiliation. He longed for relief from the unbearable weight of the soiled diaper, yearning for the comfort of clean, dry clothes and the reassurance that this nightmare would soon be over. But as the minutes stretched into eternity and his cries went unanswered, Jake's resolve began to falter. Exhaustion settled over him like a heavy blanket, weighing down his limbs and clouding his thoughts. Clutching the pink teddy bear to his chest, he curled into a fetal position, tears streaming down his cheeks as he succumbed to the overwhelming sense of defeat. The end of chapter 4.

Chapter 3: Humiliation Begins Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/ifLFV6afH4 Jake couldn't believe the situation he found himself in. He lay on the changing mat, speechless. He had never felt so vulnerable and exposed, and the humiliation was almost too much to bear. Samantha, on the other hand, was enjoying every moment of her brother's discomfort. She couldn't help but giggle as she watched her brother in shock. "There you go, my baby girl," she cooed, patting his diapered bottom gently. "All nice and snug." Jake's face burned with embarrassment, and he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of resentment towards his sister. How could she do this to him? He had always been the one to tease and torment her, and now she was getting her revenge in the most humiliating way possible. As Samantha helped him into the pink onesie, Jake couldn't help but notice that it was a size too small. The fabric stretched tightly over his chest and shoulders, and the sleeves barely reached his wrists. He felt like a sausage stuffed into a casing, and he couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his appearance. Samantha, however, seemed to find it all hilarious. She giggled and cooed as she fastened the snaps on the onesie, her fingers lingering on his skin in a way that made him feel even more uncomfortable. "Now, my baby girl, it's time for your bottle," she said, holding up the bottle filled with what looked like milk. Jake's stomach clenched with revulsion. He hated the taste of milk, and the thought of drinking it from a bottle was almost too much to bear. But he knew that he had no choice. If he refused, Samantha would only find some other way to humiliate him. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and allowed Samantha to insert the nipple of the bottle. He tried to drink as slowly as possible, hoping to prolong the inevitable, but Samantha was having none of it. She held the bottle firmly, tilting it upwards and forcing him to drink faster. As the milk filled his mouth and slid down his throat, Jake couldn't help but feel a growing sense of shame. He was a grown man, reduced to drinking from a bottle like a baby. He couldn't believe that his sister had reduced him to this. But Samantha seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. She giggled and cooed as she fed him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Jake could see the delight in her face, and he knew that she was reveling in his humiliation. As the bottle emptied, Jake felt a growing sense of discomfort in his lower abdomen. He had been holding in his pee for hours now, and the pressure was becoming unbearable. He tried to shift his position, hoping to relieve some of the pressure, but it only made things worse. Samantha noticed his discomfort and smiled wickedly. "Looks like my baby girl needs to use the potty," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Jake's face burned with embarrassment. He couldn't believe that his sister was talking to him like this. He tried to protest, to tell her that he was a grown man and didn't need to use the potty, but the words wouldn't come. Samantha, however, was relentless. She cooed and cajoled him, her voice taking on a patronizing tone that made him feel even more humiliated. "Come on, my baby girl. Let's go potty." Jake tried to resist, to hold out for as long as possible, but it was no use. The pressure in his bladder was too great, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer. With a sense of resignation, he allowed Samantha to lead him to the bathroom. As they entered the bathroom, Jake couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't believe that he was going to allow it to happen. But there was nothing he could do. He was at his sister's mercy, and he knew that he had no choice but to submit. Samantha led him over to the toilet. She gestured towards the toilet. "Do you see this, baby?" she inquired, her voice carrying a mixture of authority. Jake, with a hint of superiority in his tone, retorted, "Yes, it's a toilet." Undeterred, Samantha pressed on, "And what do you use this for?" Jake's response dripped with condescension, "You go potty in them." Samantha couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she praised him, "Good girl, that's correct. Now, who uses the big potty? Babies like you, or do big boys use it?" With a newfound confidence, Jake asserted, "Big boys." "Good girl," Samantha acknowledged with a smile. "Now, why do you think I brought you to the bathroom?" "To use the toilet?" Jake guessed. Samantha shook her head gently, her eyes gleaming with determination. "No, I brought you here to show you what you used to use to go potty." Frustration bubbling within him, Jake finally snapped, "I need to go to the bathroom, and I'm not using my diaper!" His outburst echoed through the small space. With a fiery resolve, Samantha grabbed his ear, dragging him away from the bathroom and towards the couch. Before spanking jake she put the princess pacifer back in his to help understand his place at this moment. Before administering the spanking, Samantha gently placed the princess pacifier back into Jake's mouth, a symbolic gesture to remind him of his role in that moment. She pulled him over her knee and started to spank his diapered butt with a wooden paddle. Spanking him over and over and over again. Eventually, Jake couldn't hold his bladder anymore and released it in his diaper. With a firm grip, she guided him over her knee, the weight of authority in her touch. The wooden paddle met his diapered backside with a resounding smack, each strike echoing in the room. Again and again, the paddle descended, a rhythmic cadence of discipline. As the spanking continued, Jake's resolve waned. As the inevitable unfolded, Jake was engulfed by a tidal wave of shame and humiliation, each emotion crashing against him with relentless force. The warm, wet sensation spreading through his diaper sent a shiver down his spine, a visceral reminder of his vulnerability laid bare. The fabric clung uncomfortably to his skin, the dampness seeping through with every movement, a tangible manifestation of his loss of control. The acrid scent of urine filled the air, assaulting Jake's senses with its unmistakable presence. It lingered a bitter reminder of his incapacity to maintain even the most basic of bodily functions. The sound of his wetting was muffled yet undeniable, a subtle crinkle punctuated by the soft squelch of liquid meeting absorbent padding, each noise echoing in the silence of the room like a damning proclamation of his inadequacy. Unable to bear the weight of his degradation, Jake couldn't bring himself to meet Samatha's gaze, the shame burning hot against his cheeks. Tears welled in his eyes, their silent descent tracing a path down his cheeks, a poignant testament to the depth of his despair. With each moment that passed, he felt himself sinking further into a pit of helplessness, his very essence stripped bare by the indignity of his situation. As he sat there, a mere shell of his former self, Jake longed for nothing more than to disappear. As Samantha felt the warmth and smell emanating from the diaper, she gently guided Jake to stand up, her voice laced with a mixture of reassurance and playful admonition. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she murmured, her tone tender yet teasing. "You're such a good girl for using your diaper like the baby girl you are." With a gentle yet firm touch, Samantha turned Jake around, deftly unbuttoning the delicate pink onesie that adorned him. Jake's breath caught in his throat as Samantha pulled the fabric up, revealing the telltale bulge of the diaper beneath. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of shock and embarrassment flooding his senses as Samantha's scrutinizing gaze settled upon him. Samantha's eyes narrowed slightly as she inspected the diaper, her fingers tracing the edges with practiced ease. With a soft hum of satisfaction, she noted the indicator on the diaper, the word "Rearz" spelled out in delicate pink letters, signaling Jake's accident. A faint flush of color tinged Jake's cheeks as he braced himself for Samantha's reaction. Turning Jake around once more, Samantha carefully pulled back the diaper, her movements deliberate as she checked for any signs of leakage. The air seemed to crackle with tension as she worked, Jake holding his breath in anticipation of her judgment. With a nod of approval, Samantha rebuttoned the cute pink onesie, her touch lingering for a moment longer as she playfully patted his diapered bottom. Jake spat out the pacifier that had been his solace, his sister's chastising swats bringing him back to reality as he wet himself. Samantha halted, bewildered by his sudden defiance. "Why did my baby girl do that again?" she questioned. Jake hesitated, then replied in a hushed, childlike tone, "I need to ask you something... in a baby way." Samantha retrieved the pacifier, tucking it back into the diaper bag with a sigh. Jake's words stumbled out in a hesitant stutter as he gathered the courage to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. "C-Can I please have a change?" he managed, his eyes pleading with Samantha for mercy. But Samantha's response was unwavering, her tone firm yet compassionate as she delivered her verdict. "These diapers can hold a lot, sweetie," she replied, her words laced with a hint of amusement. "Up to three tinkles from you, and you didn't even leak. So, I'll change you when it's full or," she added, a subtle implication hanging in the air of Jake messing his diaper. Jake's shock was palpable as Samantha's words sank in, the weight of her expectations settling heavily upon him as the chapter drew to a close.

Chapter 2: The High-Stakes Challenge Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/D8jbat8rLD As Tuesday rolled around, Samantha's eagerly anticipated package of baby gear arrived. With a quick unpacking, she stashed it away in her closet, saving it for the perfect moment on Friday. That night, she sneaked into her brother's room, swapping his note cards with ones that had all the wrong answers. It was a small act of mischief, but it added to her excitement for what was to come. When Thursday came, Samantha was at school bright and early, eager to check the test scores. With a little white lie to her teacher, she got a sneak peek and couldn't help but grin at her high score compared to her brother's dismal result. As Friday dawned, Jake's anxiety over his impending confrontation with their parents reached its peak. Lost in the virtual chaos of the game "Doom" on his Switch, he sought solace in the digital realm. However, his moment of respite was abruptly shattered when Samantha, with a mischievous glint in her eye, unplugged the power cord, jolting him back to reality. "What the heck, Sam?" he exclaimed, irritation evident in his voice. Nonchalantly, Samantha brushed off his annoyance, declaring her boredom and a sudden desire to play Mario Kart. Jake's refusal was met with a playful challenge: a bet to spice up their gaming session. Intrigued, Jake accepted the bet without bothering to inquire about Samantha's terms. "Doesn't matter," he quipped confidently, the thought of his sister handling his underwear for a month too tempting to resist. Unbeknownst to Jake, Samantha's response held a hidden twist, muttered under her breath with a sly smirk. "Well, you won't be wearing any underwear this weekend," she whispered, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Caught off guard, Jake's curiosity was piqued. "What did you say?" he demanded, sensing there was more to her comment than met the ear. With a casual shrug, Samantha deflected his inquiry. "Never mind," she replied nonchalantly, leaving Jake to wonder about the mysterious implications of her words. Jake's cocky attitude was on full display as he accepted Samantha's challenge. He had always been the better gamer at most games but not this one, and he did not doubt that he would crush his little sister in Mario Kart 8. But Samantha's confident smile made him feel uneasy. He couldn't shake the feeling that she had something up her sleeve. As they sat down on the couch, Jake grabbed the controller and started selecting his character. "You're going down, Sammy," he said, smirking. Samantha just laughed. "We'll see about that," she replied, her eyes glinting with determination. The first race was a close one, with Jake barely edging out Samantha at the finish line. He let out a triumphant cheer, while Samantha gritted her teeth. She knew she had to win this game. The second race was even closer, with both siblings neck and neck for the entire course. Jake was starting to get nervous. He had never seen Samantha play like this before. She was fast, aggressive, and incredibly skilled. As they approached the final stretch, Samantha pulled ahead, using a well-timed boost to cross the finish line just seconds before Jake. He couldn't believe it. He had lost the second race. The third race was the decider. Jake knew he had to win this one, or he would be at Samantha's mercy for the entire weekend. He focused all his energy on the game, determined to come out on top. But Samantha was unstoppable. She was a blur of pink and blue, weaving in and out of traffic, dodging obstacles, and taking out her opponents with ruthless precision. Jake tried to keep up, but he just couldn't match her speed. As they crossed the finish line, Samantha let out a triumphant cheer. She had won the game. Jake couldn't believe it. He had been beaten by his little sister. Samantha's smile was wicked as she turned to her brother. "Time to pay up, big brother," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Jake's heart sank. He had forgotten all about the bet. Now he was at Samantha's mercy for the entire weekend. He tried to protest, but Samantha wouldn't hear it. "You lost fair and square, Jake. Now you have to do whatever I say," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Jake's mind was racing as he tried to think of a way out of this. But he knew there was no escape. He was trapped. Samantha led him upstairs to the bathroom, a wicked grin on her face. Jake's heart was pounding as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to protest, but Samantha silenced him with a glare. "You lost the bet, Jake. Now you have to pay the price," she said, her voice cold and unforgiving. As Samantha stealthily retrieved the pink princess adult diaper and matching onesie from her closet, Jake's protest rang out. "I'm not wearing that," he objected, his tone tinged with defiance. Unfazed, Samantha met his resistance head-on. "You have to unless you want Mom and Dad to see this," she countered, brandishing a photo of his abysmal score from his English test. The threat hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over Jake's resolve. With a mixture of dread and disbelief, Jake found himself pushed onto Samantha's bed, his sister's determination leaving him frozen in shock. The reality of his situation sunk in as he realized the precarious position he was in—trapped between the humiliation of wearing the infantile attire and the looming threat of his parents discovering his academic failure. Now if you are a good baby girl I won't show those photos to Mom and Dad but if you are a bad baby then well they will be sent. Samantha pushed her brother onto her bed and her brother froze in shock. Jake's humiliation reached a new level as Samantha deftly slipped a pink princess adult pacifier between his lips. With a soft click, the plastic shield nestled against his mouth, its presence both comforting and embarrassing. Samantha's words echoed in his ears, a gentle reminder of his current predicament. "Now, you be good and stay here until I have everything ready to change your little bottom," Samantha instructed, her tone a curious blend of authority and amusement. Jake could scarcely believe what was unfolding before him. The absurdity of the situation threatened to overwhelm him, but the pacifier offered a strange sense of solace amidst the chaos. As he sucked tentatively on the silicone teat, a wave of calm washed over him, the rhythmic motion providing a fleeting distraction from his mounting humiliation. Despite the surreal circumstances, Jake found himself oddly grateful for the pacifier's presence. It served as a tangible reminder that he wasn't alone in this surreal ordeal, a silent companion in the face of his escalating embarrassment. With each gentle suck, he felt a semblance of control returning, a fleeting sense of calm amidst the storm of humiliation. Samatha laid out a changing mat. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was a grown man, and his little sister was treating him like a baby. Before Jake could protest further, Samantha was upon her, efficiently removing her clothes. As Samantha carefully tended to him, she approached the task with a tenderness that belied her usual confident demeanor. With delicate hands, she gently cleansed and powdered Jake's skin, ensuring each movement was gentle and soothing to prevent any discomfort. The soft scent of baby lotion filled the air, adding a comforting touch to the moment. Despite his initial resistance, Jake found himself surrendering to the care and attention, his vulnerability laid bare as Samantha expertly fastened the thick, crinkly pink princess adult diaper around him. Each tape securing the diaper seemed to echo the weight of his newfound dependence, a stark contrast to his usual sense of autonomy. As the last tape was secured, Samantha's touch lingered for a moment longer, a silent reassurance amidst Jake's swirling emotions. As Samantha finished securing the pink Princess diaper, she reached for the pink adult onesie with delicate lace trimmings. Each button was fastened with care, her fingers moving with precision as she dressed Jake in the soft fabric. The onesie, adorned with playful patterns and delicate ruffles, seemed to embrace him in a tender embrace, its pastel hue a stark contrast to the gravity of the moment. With each movement, Samantha's touch conveyed a sense of comfort and acceptance, her actions speaking volumes of her unwavering support. As she smoothed out the fabric and adjusted the fit, the onesie seemed to cocoon Jake in a sense of security, offering a brief respite from the weight of his vulnerability. Once dressed, Jake couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions wash over him, the sight of himself adorned in the pink onesie serving as a poignant reminder of the role reversal unfolding before them. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of gratitude for Samantha's gentle care and unwavering presence, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that transcended their current circumstances. Jake was mortified. He couldn't believe he was wearing a diaper. He tried to protest, but Samantha just laughed. "You look so cute, Jakey," she said, patting his head like he was a child. Jake seethed with anger, plotting his revenge. He hated being treated like a helpless infant, forced to rely on his sister's mercy. The indignity of it all was almost too much to bear. Jake defiantly spat out his pacifier, a small act of rebellion against the absurdity of the situation. Samantha arched an eyebrow in response, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Why would my baby girl do that?" she teased, her tone dripping with amusement. Jake scrambled for an excuse, his mind racing to come up with a plausible explanation. "I'm hungry," he mumbled in a babyish tone, hoping to divert attention from his act of defiance. Samantha's smile widened at his feeble attempt to evade the inevitable. "Well, I'll feed you once I have you fully dressed as my baby girl," she declared, her tone firm but indulgent. With a resigned sigh, Jake watched as Samantha retrieved the discarded pacifier, tucking it away in her diaper bag with a knowing look. It was a silent reminder of who held the upper hand in this peculiar dynamic, a subtle assertion of control in the face of his protestations.

Chapter 1: The Ruined Date Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/fnjOA23VSA Samantha, a brunette with sparkling green eyes and a mischievous smile, had been looking forward to this night for weeks. She had finally managed to snag a date with her long-time crush, and she was determined to make it perfect. Her older brother, Jake with a cocky grin and a penchant for mischief, had other plans. As Samantha was getting ready in her room, meticulously applying her makeup and choosing the perfect outfit, Jake barged in without so much as a knock. "Hey, sis, what's the special occasion?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Samantha rolled her eyes, "None of your business, Jake. Now, if you don't mind, I need to finish getting ready." Jake, however, was not so easily deterred. He flopped down on Samantha's bed, making himself comfortable. "Come on, Sam, spill the beans. You never dress up this much for a night out with the girls." Samantha hesitated for a moment before finally relenting. "Fine, I'm going on a date with Mark from my English class." Jake's eyes widened in surprise. "No way! You finally landed a date with Mr. Dreamy? Good for you, sis!" Despite her annoyance at her brother's intrusion, Samantha couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his words. She had been crushing on Mark for months, and she was thrilled that he had finally asked her out. Jake, however, had other ideas. "Hey, you know what would be hilarious? If I crashed your date!" Samantha's eyes narrowed, "Don't even think about it, Jake. This is important to me, and I don't want you ruining it." Jake feigned innocence, "Who, me? I would never do such a thing." But Samantha knew better. Jake had a history of meddling in her love life, and she wasn't about to let him ruin this for her. She made a mental note to keep a close eye on him tonight. As Samantha finished getting ready and headed downstairs, she heard the sound of laughter coming from the living room. Jake was already there, lounging on the couch with a few of his friends, a beer in hand. Samantha's heart sank. She knew that Jake and his friends were notorious for causing trouble, and she couldn't afford any distractions tonight. She tried to shake off her concerns as she headed out the door, reminding herself that she was a grown woman and could handle whatever her brother threw her way. As Samantha and Mark sat across from each other at the restaurant, Samantha couldn't help but feel nervous. She had been dreaming about this moment for so long, and she didn't want anything to ruin it. Mark, a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, seemed equally nervous. He fidgeted with his napkin, occasionally glancing up at Samantha with a shy smile. Samantha tried to focus on the conversation, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She kept glancing around the restaurant, half-expecting to see Jake and his friends lurking in the shadows. As the night wore on, Samantha began to relax. Mark was charming and funny, and she found herself laughing more than she had in weeks. She was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, this date was going to be perfect after all. And then, Jake appeared. He stumbled into the restaurant, his friends in tow, a drunken grin plastered on his face. Samantha's heart sank as she watched him approach the table. "Hey, sis!" Jake slurred, swaying slightly on his feet. "I didn't know you were here!" Samantha glared at her brother, "Jake, what are you doing here?" Jake feigned innocence, "Just out with the guys, thought we'd grab a bite to eat." Samantha could see the mischief in his eyes, and she knew that he was up to something. She tried to shoo him away, but it was too late. Jake and his friends had already pulled up chairs to the table, and they were making themselves comfortable. Mark looked uncomfortable, and Samantha could see the disappointment in his eyes. She knew that this was it, that her brother had ruined her chances with the man of her dreams. As Jake and his friends regaled the table with crude jokes and stories, Samantha seethed with anger. She couldn't believe that her brother would do this to her, that he would ruin the one thing that meant the most to her. As the night wore on, Samantha's anger grew. She knew that she couldn't let this go, that she had to get revenge on her brother for what he had done. She began to plot, to scheme, to come up with the perfect plan to make Jake pay. And as she watched her brother stumble out of the restaurant, a triumphant smile playing on her lips, she knew that she had finally found it. Jake was going to regret ever crossing his little sister. As the night rolled in, Samantha's mind was buzzing with one thing: payback for her brother's embarrassing antics that ruined her date. With their folks jetting off on a business trip next weekend, she saw her chance to strike. Slouched over her laptop, Samantha plotted her revenge with a mischievous glint in her eye. "If he's gonna act like a baby, then he's gonna be treated like one," she muttered to herself. First up, she needed a way to rope him into her scheme. "He's a sucker for a bet, and let's face it, he's pretty lazy," Samantha noted with a smirk. "A bet's the way to go. Win, and he's my servant for the weekend. Lose, and I'm stuck doing his laundry for a month. Easy." Now, she needed a battleground where she knew she'd come out on top. "Mario Kart," she declared, grinning at the memory of her countless victories over her brother. "He always chokes at the finish line. Perfect." But she knew her brother well enough to expect some pushback. "What if he tries to chicken out?" she pondered. Then it hit her: his precious spring break trip. "Fail a class, and it's bye-bye vacation." With a chuckle, Samantha settled on English—the subject her brother hated most, despite being in the same class as her. "The irony's too good," she laughed. As the pieces fell into place, Samantha's final move was clear: sabotage his study materials. "He won't know what hit him," she grinned, reveling in the sweet anticipation of her brother's downfall. As Samantha pondered her brother's fate for the bet, she turned to Amazon in search of the perfect arsenal to transform him into the ultimate embarrassment. "He's gonna need something real cringy," she thought aloud, scrolling through baby essentials. "Onesie, bottles, formula... Oh, and something to keep him quiet." Her eyes lit up as she stumbled upon the pièce de résistance: a pink and white onesie called Princess's secret princess onesie with "Princess" emblazoned on the butt of the outfit and it even comes with a little skirt. "This'll be gold," she chuckled to herself, selecting a size small for her petite brother. Continuing her search, Samantha marveled at the range of adult-sized baby gear. "They seriously make this stuff for grown-ups?" she marveled, adding a pink princess adult baby bottle and pacifier to her cart. But it was when she discovered the ultimate humiliation—a set of pink princess adult diapers—that Samantha knew her plan was complete. "He's gonna flip when he sees these," she grinned, relishing in the thought of her brother's shock. With a sense of mischief, Samantha added diapers, baby bottles, pacifiers, baby food, formula, bib, changing mat, baby lotion, wipes, and baby powder to her cart. "Might as well go all out," she reasoned, amused by the irony of purchasing baby supplies for her brother. As she placed her order, a sense of anticipation bubbled within Samantha. "Looks like my baby's gonna be a baby girl," she chuckled, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her package on Tuesday to set her plan in motion.

Chapter 4: The Humiliating Aftermath Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/PbTq2t5Kwt As Cody slept soundly in the stroller, Jessica turned to her friends with a concerned look on her face. "Guys, I think we've taken this too far. We need to send Cody home." Sarah scoffed, "What are you talking about? This is just a harmless prank. He's having fun, aren't you Cody?" Cody stirred in his sleep but didn't wake up. Jessica crossed her arms, "I don't think it's funny anymore. We've been treating him like a baby all day, and I don't think his parents would approve." Emily nodded in agreement, "Yeah, Jess is right. We should take him home." Sarah rolled her eyes, "Fine, but I get to have a little more fun with him first." Jessica sighed, "What do you have in mind?" Sarah grinned wickedly, "I want to make sure he's nice and embarrassed when he gets home." Jessica shook her head, "No, Sarah. That's not cool." Sarah's face turned red with anger, "You're not the boss of me, Jessica! I'm doing this with or without your approval." Jessica looked at Emily for support, but she just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, guys. Maybe we should just take him home and forget about it." Sarah crossed her arms, "Fine. We'll take him home, but I'm not done with him yet." Jessica sighed and shook her head, but didn't say anything else. As the sun began to set, the girls reluctantly agreed to let Cody go. Jessica woke him up and saw that he was wet and needed a change. She changes him before he goes, Sarah diapers him with 2 diapers then dresses him in a frilly pink dress and forces a pacifier into his mouth. Jessica apologizes for what is about to happen that Sarah wants. Sarah ensures he will be thoroughly embarrassed upon his return home. Cody stumbled out of the treehouse, his clothes disheveled and his dignity shattered. He couldn't believe what had happened to him. He had been so excited to go to the slumber party, but now he just wanted to go home and forget about it all. As he made his way down the street, he could feel the eyes of the other parents and children on him. He felt like a freak, like a sideshow attraction. He quickened his pace, trying to get home as fast as possible. When he finally arrived at his house, he saw Jessica talking to his parents. They looked concerned, but Jessica was smiling and reassuring them that everything was okay. Cody's heart sank. He knew he was in trouble. Jessica turned to him and smiled, "Hey, Cody. How about you head upstairs while I continue distracting your parents? Cody nodded his head. Cody made it upstairs without his parents seeing him. Cody's door opens, and Cody starts panicking about who it is. It's Jessica she hushes Cody before shutting the door and hugging Cody. The end.

Chapter 3: The Humiliating Outing Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/Qp3J6o5A3o The next morning, Cody woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. He was still in the crib, wearing the frilly pink dress and diaper from the night before. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess. Jessica appeared by his side, smiling down at him. "Good morning, my baby girl," she cooed. "Did you sleep well?" Cody blushed, feeling embarrassed by the situation he was in. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Jessica reached down and picked him up, cradling him in her arms. "We're going to have a fun day today, Cody," she said. "We're going to take you to the park and show you off to everyone." Cody's heart sank. He didn't want to go to the park dressed like this, but he knew there was no way out. He resigned himself to his fate, letting Jessica carry him out of the treehouse and into the backyard. The girls had set up a makeshift nursery in the yard, complete with a changing table, a high chair, and a playpen. They spent the next hour fussing over Cody, changing his diaper, feeding him baby food, and dressing him in even more humiliating outfits. Cody tried to protest, but his words were muffled by the pacifier in his mouth. He felt like he was losing control like he was being swallowed up by this baby girl persona the girls had created for him. Finally, they were ready to go. They strapped Cody into a stroller, covering him with a pink blanket. He felt like he was being smothered like he couldn't breathe. As they pushed him down the street towards the park, he could feel the stares of the other parents and children. They were all looking at him, whispering and pointing. He felt like a freak, like a sideshow attraction. When they arrived at the park, the girls took him out of the stroller and set him down on a blanket. They took turns playing with him, cooing and fussing over him like he was a real baby. Cody tried to ignore the humiliation, focusing instead on the sensation of the sun on his skin and the sound of the birds in the trees. But it was no use. He couldn't escape the feeling of shame and embarrassment. He was grateful when Jessica took him to the swings, pushing him gently back and forth. He closed his eyes, letting the motion lull him into a state of relaxation. But his peace was short-lived. Sarah and Emily appeared, grinning wickedly. "Time for a diaper change, baby girl," Sarah said. Cody felt a wave of panic wash over him. He didn't want to be changed in public, in front of all these people. But he knew there was no way out. Jessica led him to a secluded area behind some bushes, laying out a changing mat on the ground. She undid his diaper, cleaning him up with a wipe. Cody felt like he was going to die of embarrassment. He could hear the laughter and whispers of the other parents and children, and he knew they were all watching him. When she was finished, she dressed him in a new diaper and a fresh outfit - a pink tutu and a white onesie with a ruffle around the neck. Cody looked down at himself, feeling like a doll, like a plaything. They spent the rest of the afternoon at the park, playing on the swings, the slide, and the sandbox. Cody tried to enjoy himself, but he couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation. He was a boy, not a baby girl. Why was he being treated like this? As the sun began to set, they packed up their things and headed back towards the house. Cody was exhausted, he passed out in the stroller hearing Jessica's voice telling him how cute of a baby girl he was.

(Image by Rosie BRS, commissioned by PrincessofThemyscria) "MMM MMMPH!!" Ed, muffled by the giant pacifier tied to his mouth, tried to shout as his former wife kissed her new boyfriend directly in front of him. He struggled against his binds. Cuffed, held tight in a kneeling position with his hands behind his back in the giant crib he was told was now his bed, gagged with a pacifier, and locked into a tight dress lifted to keep his diaper on display, he could do nothing but watch in humiliation as Sarah and Dwayne made it clear how little they respected him. Lost in their emotional and sexual attraction for each other, he was a non-entity, just their to witness how a "real" man acted, and to add his embaressment and whining to their joy. If he didn't want to look at them, there were few other places he could look without the same embaressment. The room, formerly his office, had been turned into a full on adult sized nursery, and decorated for his new role as the 'baby girle'. Stacks of adult diapers, dresses, and onsies piled on shelves, all intended for him. Toys stood in each corner, piles of teddy bears, a rocking horse with buckles to keep him in place, and a baby bouncer with more of the same locks. Even the walls reminded him of his positon, painted bright pink, with a line of disney princess around it. Of course, it wasn't entirely true that they didn't think of him at all. Sarah stole a glance into his eyes, giving him a malicious grin between kissing her new boyfriend. She turned around so that Ed could see his hand running up and down her back and gripping her bottom hard. Dwayne then opened his own eyes and watched Ed's raction as he spanked her hard, showing his own control over what used to be Ed's, then lifted a hand under her skirt. Sarah put a hand on Dwayne's chest and backed a way. "Alright honey, I need to get going." He smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I could do this allll day." She laughed. "I know, I've seen it before." They kissed again, and she backed away. "But I do need to go to get something for this little stinker here." She pointed at Ed. "Ah," he nodded. "Of course. Go ahead, I'll take care of your baby girl." "Are you sure? You won't mind babysitting? She's about due for a diaper change." Ed looked down at his diaper. At the moment, it was still clean. Hearing her predict his future 'accidents' was always embaressing, especially since she had so far always been right. He couldn't help but think she was deliberatly feeding something to cause it, but the truth was with other option then his diapers, the result was inevitable. "Not a problem. I've changed diapers before, these ones will just be a bit bigger." He turned to Ed and leaned into him. "Won't they, baby girl?" He said in a cooing, teasing voice and pinched Ed's cheek. "Just a bit bigger baby in a bit bigger diapies for a bit bigger diapie changes?" Ed blushed and groaned, but saw Sarah's look from over Dwayne's shoulder. He nodded, agreeing to the humiliating question. Dwayne smiled. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll get along just fine. And if the baby girl doesn't want to get along... well, you already showed me how to spank her padded bottom. I bet a good trip over my knee will remove any problems." Ed shuddered. He had strong, horrible memories of all the times Sarah had spanked him, including the time Dwayne had watched. It shamed him to admit how easily she could bring him to tears with the childish punishment, and looking at Dwayne's powerful, muscual arms, he didn't want to know how much worse it would be. "I'm sure they will," Sarah said. "I know she won't cause many problems anyway. You're a full grown man, someone like this little baby girl won't stand a chance." She looked at Ed and winked. "Won't you baby girl? Widdle baby girl can't stand up to a man? Widdle baby girl Olivia need her baby sitter for her widdle diapies?" She turned back to Dwayne. "And either way, you know how to work her straps." Ed cringed at the teasing, and especially at the new name they had slected for him, which deorated the tag on the collar around his neck under the words "Baby Girl." It had seemed like so little time, and yet they had been so throrough so much of anything that had defined him as a man. Ed pulled at the straps again, but they held tight. He was sure this discussion was planned. They LOVED discussing his new life in front of him as his gag kept him from responding. Going over his changes, his spankings, and his straps one after another was just to get a reaction, and unfortunatly it worked. Already, Ed was squirming in shame, and only a bit more might send him over the edge into another tear filled "tantrum" at his new lifestyle, followed by their choice of punishing him for brattiness or an equally humiliating "soothing" session on their laps to calm down the "whiny baby girl." So, he held his emotions in. Dwayne laughed and hugged Sarah, then gave her another firm pat on the behind. Ed was unsure whether it was for her benefit, Dwayne's, or his own. "So the diapers are still in the same place? And her bottles and baby food in the fridge?" "Yep! Have fun you too! I'll be a bit, widdly baby girl Olivia's credit card has a MUCH better rate then mine. Goodbye Dwayne, byebye widdle baby girl Olivia!" "Say byebye to your mommy princess," Dwayne said. "MMMM MMM!" Ed said from behind his pacifier as she left. She turned to give a tiny wave and blow a kiss, and headed out. Ed's heart was racing. Panic, confusion, shame and humiliation all filled him. He swallowed, and turned to look at Dwayne, who was watching Sarah leave. He turned to Ed and smiled. His punishment had been a lot when it was just Sarah. When Dwayne came in to see him, it was worse, but at least it was still his wife controlling everything. Now, solely in the control of the strange man who slept who replaced him with his wife and as man of his house, had had no idea what to expect. Dwayne watched him, seeming to take pleasure in his obvious fear. He leaned in close to Ed, grabbed his nose, and started playfully tweaking it from side to side. "Well well well, look at this little baby girl. What a pathetic, helpless sight you make, Olivia. You were once a big man? Once married and owned a house? Now look at you, sitting in your diaper and in your crib while another man fucks your wife in front of you. You had everything and you threw it all away so you could cheat and play at being a big man. Hows that feel?" Ed whined, but couldn't do anything to stop him. Dwayne was right, he knew how pathetic he looked. He had initialy hoped this would be a short, private agreement between Sarah and himself, a way to avoid losing everyhting in the divorce. Instead, it seemed he now risked losing far, far more. Dwayne ran his hand down his dress and flicked the skirt. "Such a pretty girl in her pretty dress. Bet you never thought you'd wear something like that, eh?" He rested a hand on Ed's diaper. "Much less this. Still dry it seems." "You know, when she told me how she planned to sissify you, I thought it was hilarious on its own. But when she mentioend diapering you and making you her little baby," he pressed harder, and Ed groaned. "I think I laughed for an hour straight. What a fitting punishment for a low, immature cheater like you." Ed glared and pulled at the ropes, but nothing moved. Sarah teasing him had been embaressing, but hearing this man mock him filled him with rage. Every part of him wanted to reach out and swing at him, to re-assert some level of masculinity and strength, but the straps held in place. Dwayne just laughed, then waved a finger in front of Ed's nose. "Ah ah ah, even without the straps, you know how that would go. Either way, you'll just be pinned down, then over my lap for a spanking." He reached to Ed's bicep and pulled at the soft putty of his arm, then flexed his own. Ed watched him and blushed. His rage was quickly replaced with embaressment and despair. He knew it was true. It had been years since he excercised, and the difference between his own arm and Dwayne's powerful, muscular body was clear. If the straps broke, he'd just end up being beaten back down anyway. Dwayne patted his diaper. "Now, your mommy mentioned that you will be filling your diaper soon. My guess is she knows your body better then you, and she is bound to be right. However, I want to emphasize something to you. You see, you still think this is just an agreement with your wife where she gets to humliate you and I just happen to be here. I you to realize the truth is that even though this is your house, you are such a pathetic little loser that anyone who comes in can control you. So, you are going to mess your diaper for me, and you are going to do it soon. Then I'll change you like your mommy does while you lay helpless in your binds, and you'll know how much you've fallen." "MMM MMM! MMM MMM!" Ed shouted from behind the pacifier. He felt his eyes go wide, and he pulled again at the ropes. Dwayne just laughed. "Now now, you know this is going to happen. There is no way around it, little potty pants. So, here's whats going to happen." He took his cell phone out, placed it on record, and faced it toward Ed. He could see himself in it, backward with the focus directly on the seat of his diaper. Dwayne then took out a second cellphone and showed it to Ed. "This video is streaming directly to my phone so I can monitor the state of your diapers. I'm going to go back down through your house, make myself at home, eat your food, watch your tv, and take my rightful place as man of the house which you used to think was yours. You are going to lay there in your pretty widdle pampers and in your crib, helpless while another man takes advantage of you, and struggle not to mess your pampers. When you fail at that too, I'll see it and come to change you like a baby. How's that sound, little cucky?" Ed, filled with rage but unable to respond, could only watch as Dwayne walked out the door. He glared at the phone, and on it, his own image glaring back. He HATED seeing his own reflection dressed in his new 'style.' He always knew how he looked, but at times he could almost pretend it was normal. Seeing himself with the pacifier in his mouth, frilly purple dress with bows, and thick, exposed diaper, only drove home how humiliating his newfound positon was. If that wasn't enough, he could hear Dwayne living out his promise. He heard the cuboard and fridge open, and Dwayne grabbing at drinks and food he had bought. Dwayne then walked through the house, and Ed heard the TV playing. The image of the strange man sitting on his couch, watching his tv, and eating chips and drinking beer where he used to drove him mad. He pulled at his binds, imagining himself running down the stairs, grabbing Dwayne, punching him, kicking him, and... What? Getting beat up, then still having to play out his agreement with Sarah. He opened his eyes and saw his image again, in the outfit locked onto his body. The same plot played out in his head, except this time he waddled down, barely able to walk in his over thick diaper, charged at Dwayne with his skirt flaring behind him, and struggled, barely able to move in the tight clothing. Even he wanted to laugh at the image of a man dressed as he was trying to seem tough, and it ended only one way: himself pulled over Dwayne's lap, skirt pulled up and diaper pulled down as Dwayne spanked him into submission. Fighting back was nice to imagine, but impossible. Worse, he knew Dwayne was right about another thing. He had no idea what Sarah had been feeding him, but she seemed intent to ensure he had multiple diaper changes a day, and his stomach was telling him it was almost time. The presure came suddenly, his stomach grumbled, and he moaned out loud in dread. The phone chimed up. "Seems like SOMEONE is realizing I'm right! Is the widdle baby girl going to soil her pampers soon?" Dwayne said through the phone. Ed groaned out loud and pulled at the straps, but his stomach kept turning and grumbling. ...

(Author's note: Please bear with me a bit on this one. This was initially a commission, with a story that was VERY dark, and VERY dirty. I've been trying to edit it from the initial version to follow the rules of different groups I post in while still maintaining some semblance of the original plot. Hopefully it will work out) "I don't know man, it seems suspicious." Ryan looked at his outfit up and down in the mirror. His best jeans, a black button up shirt, and hair combed neatly back. He turned to Jerald, his roommate, and looked at him with an eyebrow raised and moved his hands down his body as if displaying himself. "Why is that? You don't think she'd want someone like me? Am I not hot enough?" Jerald shrugged. "Well, you're alright, but she's a definite 10, and you're a..." "A what?" Jerald rolled his eyes. "What I mean is, you've been after this girl, Sawyer?" Ryan nodded at the name. "Yeah. Sawyer, who you've creeped on for months, and honestly it was kind of creepy to see. You creeped her facebook, talked to all her friends, and kept going into the coffee shop she owns. All that time, she didn't pay you any mind. Now, she suddenly invited you out of the blue to a new years eve party. Isn't that weird?" "Maybe she noticed how dedicated I was and decided it was attractive." "Maybe she noticed how creepy you were being and decided it was creepy." Ryan shook his head dismissively. "Then why would she invite me to a fancy party with all her hot, female friends? Obviously they want me." "You mean all the other girls you've creeped? Maybe they want revenge." Ryan laughed. "What? Revenge for being interested? And what would they do? Give me a spanking?" He laughed. His phone buzzed, and he looked down at it. A message from Sawyer read "almost ready? Remember to come by my apartment early, I have a surprise for you ;)' "Anyway, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow." "They want you to show up at noon for a new years eve party?" "Yeah so?" Jerald shook his head. "Alright man, have fun. Be careful!" "I will!" Ryan put his jacket on and left the apartment, feeling his best. He entered the elevator and pointed finger guns at his own reflection in the mirror. "Ummm..." the elevator's other passenger, a tall blond woman, said. Ryan blushed. "Oh, ah, hi, just, making sure my clothes are alright." "Ok," she said, and covered her face to laugh. Ryan tried to run out of the elevator as soon as the bell went off, slammed into the door, then made himself wait patiently and walked out. He tried to ignore the women's laughter behind him. The walk to Sawyer's apartment was short but cold. He hurried along, eager to get to the apartment and promised party. Her texts called him forward, promising something he had longed after for months. Already, his stomach was turning over in excitement. Her apartment complex was far larger, and, he couldn't help but notice, nicer then his. Black steal and glass rose in dual towers in front of him, hinting at a garden, or possibly a pool, between them. He imagined coming back there to meet her in the summer, going into the pool at night, getting into all sorts of... He cleared his throat. He could daydream about that later. Right now, he had the real thing only minutes away. He found her bell number and rang it. "Hello?" Sawyer's voice came through. "Hi! It's Ryan! You told me to come early, right?' "Yes! We're just upstairs waiting! Can't wait to show you what we have planned!" "Wait, we?" Ryan asked. He heard a giggling from the other side, then Sawyer shushing the source. "Don't worry about it! Just get your butt upstairs!" The speaker clicked, and the door opened. Ryan walked it, and headed for the elevator. So there was more then one woman in her apartment. Ryan didn't know if that should disappoint him or excite him. On the one hand, Sawyer hadn't intended them to be alone together, which shut down his initial hope. On the other, she may still have expected to do something "fun," and it just meant more women would be involved. Her final comment did sound flirty, so he told himself he still had a chance. Her apartment was on the 20th floor. The elevator told him it was top, and he couldn't help but wonder what that said about the cost of where she lived. He had seen her working at a coffee shop, but he never knew what her role was there. From the looks of things, she was making a lot of money. He got out of the elevator. The top floor had a hallway with only two doors- one at the far left, one at the far right. Alright, so she made a TON of money, enough to own half a floor. He walked to the left and knocked. The door opened a crack, and Sawyer's long brown hair and hazelnut eyes popped out. She smiled at him. "Oh hey Ryan," she said in a voice he took as flirtatious. "Come on in! We are waiting!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him in. "Hey thanks for... what?!" Ryan gasped. The first thing he noticed was Sawyer's outfit. She was wearing a short, black dress, low cut and dotted with shining crystals. Beneath that, she wore lace tights and healed boots that rose almost to her knees. Ryan's mouth hung open for a second at the sight of her, and she giggled when she noticed. The second thing he noticed was that she wasn't the only one in the room. Three other women, all dressed similar, and all familiar. He swallowed. It was Alyssa, Jordan, and Liz, three other women he had been, in his roommate's words, "creeping." Each wore clothes that made Ryan's hear beat faster and his face slush. They lounged on couches, sipping champaign and waving at him. "I... I..." he stuttered. The women all giggled at him. "What's going on?" he blurted out.

So here are two old pictures by BlackRoseSeduction. It shows a sequence where my OC is first led to, then forced to compete in, a "Pageant" for submissives. Write up below I'm fairly certain this write up has been posted in the story side in one form or another, but here it is for the pictures. The part in italics is by blackrose, the rest is mine. "Nnnf..." "Now now, sweetie. If you keep fussing like that, you're going to lose your pacifier and it's going to get aaaallll dirty. I think you've had enough lessons today to know better, hm?" :: Alex's bottom was still sore from the last lesson he learned. "No fussing when putting on dresses for Mommy." His bottom still stung, even in his big, comfy pink car seat.:: "Now, are you going to behave like a good little girl during this Pageant?" :: Alex nodded his head, a constant blush running across his cheeks. He was dolled up and ready as Mommy wanted him. He couldn't touch anything; he wasn't physically permitted to. Even though the false eyelashes bothered him, his hands were encased in sleeves, which were linked to the harness placed around his dress. No, he would remain just as Mommy wanted him until the Pageant was done. He was a good little girl.:: :: With a leash clicked to his baby harness, he had no choice but to follow like a little child. His skirt was too short to hide his diaper, and he didn't dare let go of his pacifier to speak again. He dutifully followed his Mommy like a little trained puppy, walking to the building with the giant Marquee that read "Little Teapot Beauty Pageant tonight":: "Good. Mommy wants to win, tonight. Be a good little girl and give the judges a good show.~" "Oh, and Little one... put all worries aside; your diaper is most DEFINITELY showing.~" Alex waddled behind her as best as the thick padding would allow. Even after all this time, every crinkle, every flash of white plastic and every awkward, waddling step made him blush. This was especially true with all those eyes on him. He nodded at the mistress' words, knowing he better do his best to win or face the consequences, and pouted at her comment about his diaper. Though he knew it was clearly showing, he hated to have it pointed out. He tried to think back on how he got himself into this mess. It all seemed so natural, he didn't really know what had caused it. He had arrived at the Mistress' house, told he was there for 'rehabilitation', not really knowing what that meant. It was as much his choice as anyone else's. He figured he would be out in a week or so, and move on. At first it had seemed like a game, a little bit of acting up, followed by a little bit of 'fun' punishment.... Except that he soon realized he couldn't say no to the games. The one week turned into weeks, then months, and the punishments went from brief little games to his full time life. They got more and more embarrassing, as he found himself being treated as if he were younger and younger. When the Mistress finally took out a diaper and lay it underneath him, (replacing the pull up she had him in at the time) it simply seemed natural. A spanking ended any argument, a few months without 'big boy privileges' ended any thought he didn't belong in them. Eventually, his "Mistress" became his "Mommy". Now here he was at the dreaded pageant. When she first mentioned it he had thought, or at least hoped, she was joking. He had gone out in public before, which was embarrassing enough, but an actual pageant? With all those eyes on him? He shuddered. As ordered he waved sadly at the tv cameras, trying not to think about how far they could be broadcasting. Making matters worse was a surprise twist he had only found out about that morning. He remembered waking up, nervous enough as it was for the upcoming pageant. He ate breakfast in his high chair slowly, wishing he could make the clock move slower. At that point, he was dressed in a blue baby boy onesie, diaper, and bonnet, which he would have told anyone was about as embarrassing as it gets. Oh, how naive he was. When he finally finished the last of the oatmeal shoved into his mouth by his "mommy's" over aggressive spoon, he sighed and let her help him get out of the high chair. He followed her into the bed room, expecting to find some childish version of a suit, maybe a costume, or perhaps a sailor's outfit all designed to prominently display his padded rear. Instead, to his shock, he found a frilly pink dress lying neatly on his crib. At first he didn't want to believe it. "Wha... what is that?" he asked nervously, dreading the answer. "Why, that is your dress for the pageant!" his mistress replied cheerily, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He looked at her with wide eyes. "Wha..What do you mean!?" "I mean we are going to put you in a nice dress so everyone can see what a pretty little girl you are." The realization he had been avoiding finally clicked. They meant to put HIM in a DRESS, and say he was a GIRL!? "No! Please!" he shouted desperately. "I'm not a girl!" "Really?" his mistress said with mock surprise. "Is that so? Then why does it say right here on your form, 'baby girl'? It seems to be all filled out that way, are you sure your not a girl? I think we better put you in the dress just to be sure. Oh and look, you signed it, so it must be true." She showed him the form, "Sarah Paeron's Sissy Pageant," where the box 'girl' really was checked, then signed. By his own hand. Why had he missed that? He recalled signing it in a rush, with eyes full of tears, having just been 'persuaded' to do so and hoping the persuasion was over. "Silly baby, what did you think "Sissy" meant anyway? That they wanted manly babies? Is there even such a thing?" she asked. "But... but..." his complaints fell on deaf ears as she pulled the dress over his head. As soon as she let go of him, he reached for the hem of his dress. Though deep down he knew it was pointless, part of him hoped that by fighting back enough eventually she would give up. Maybe he could tear the dress? "I'm. Not. A. GIRL!" he said, yanking at it. He had barely a moment of rebellion before he found himself turned upside down. The dress, now partially flipped over his head, trapped him and kept him immobile while he was positioned over the women's knee. "Nooo..." he shouted, kicking. He knew full well what was coming next. WHAP! The familiar sting of the paddle came down upon his plastic-padded backside. He yelped in pain, and braced for the next. WHAP WHAP WHAP! They rained down as he cried and wailed. "You. Are. A. GIRL." she said, mimicking his earlier words, and punctuating each one with another spank. "You. Will. Be. A. Good. Baby. Girl. You. Will. Do. Your. Best. To. Be. Pretty. Effeminate. And. Cute. And. Win. The. Pageant. For. Mommy. Or. This. Spanking. Will. Seem. Like. A. Cakewalk. Understand?" "YESS!!!" he wailed, giving in. She finally stopped the spanking, sat him on her lap, and wrapped his arms in long, finger less sleeves. She wiped his tears from his cheeks and hugged him. "There's a good baby girl. Just let the tears come out until your done, mommy needs to do your makeup." If anything, that made him want to cry even more. So here he was, at the competition as a baby girl. Alex hoped this change wasn't permanent, but something told him it was. He stared jealously at those who were actually dressed as boys, then at his own, more effeminate competition. He wondered how many of the skirts he saw belonged to actual girls, and how many were just sissy boys like him. He joined a group of other adult babies in their own special category. Some looked as miserable as he was, while others seemed to have accepted their position and waved happily at the crowds and cameras. "See?" his mistress said, pointing at the happier ones "if you learn to accept what you are, you can love it too!" Alex cringed at the thought, hoping he never got to that point. Or so he told himself. He could feel part of his mind telling him it was better that way, that he belonged in, even preferred this lifestyle, that he really, truly hoped for it... He remembered the hug after the spanking, how soothing it was... Should he accept it and learn to love it, rather then finding it all humiliating and constantly being punished? ... Maybe it was better, accepting a life of cuteness, being adored, no responsibilities... He shook those thoughts out of his mind. He would NOT let himself go there. Anyway, he had other, much more pressing matters to worry about. He would be on stage soon, expected to look cute for the judges. If he didn't do his best to win, there would be more punishment in store, and he knew his mistress was all too happy to spank him right on stage. He really would have to work, which made his growing problem even worse... in his stomach, he could feel a rumbling, and cramps getting harder and harder to hold back. Perhaps Mistress had put something in his bottle earlier, perhaps it was just poor timing, he didn't know. He looked down at his skirt, barely covering the diaper, leaving it all visible for the crowds and cameras... He watched the line, trying to calculate how long it would take to get on stage, and how long he would be there demonstrating his babyish 'talents'... what were those talents again? Did she ever tell him what kind of show they would put on? Oh lord, what had she planed!? He hoped it had nothing to do with what he thought. More so, he hoped he wouldn't prove he needed his pampers right on stage. Did any of the things he had hoped for work out? Another cramp hit him. He hoped, oh he hoped... * (Picture 2) :: The pageant was enough to put a tinge on any sissy's cheeks. Back stage was a mess of wardrobe changes and ruffles galore! So many prissy sissies being dolled up for their big performance. Some wore wigs which were pasted cruelly to their hair, others restrained while their nails dried, posture collars in place to assure they didn't move as their makeup was perfected, etc. Everyone aimed to win, especially the sissies that often had much at stake if they lost. Alex could still feel the sting of his bottom from his last practice performance, so he knew he had to win this for Mommy if he wanted to be able to sit anytime soon!:: :: He was careful to walk past the other poor, pathetic little dolls in the hallway, moving his skirt from any staining hazards, tip-toeing past the chairs to be sure his shoes were not scoffed. He was a good sissy with a lot of practice keeping his outfit in ready shape, though of course, everyone wished to win... which meant there were competitive mothers that would do anything to make sure their investments paid off.:: "...Ooops! Dear oh Dear... you should watch where you're going!" :: Alex looked down with despair as he realized she was talking to him, seeing a nice, thick streak of blue across his white stockings. He didn't dare speak up to her, though before he met his Mommy, he knew he would need to remove those stockings!:: "Oh Sweetie. What happened to your stockings? I thought you wanted to keep your little diaper covered?" :: Alex blushed and looked away shyly from his Mommy. He couldn't think of a response, and remembering that his diaper was showing now, he couldn't even think to turn around and see if people noticed. As he thought on it, his Mommy was moving him somewhere in the room, and he realized pretty soon that he was looking out the side of the stage!! It was a huge crowd!! His eyes froze in horror as he was pushed out onto the stage. He hadn't been paying attention, but it was his turn to perform a dance for the pageant!:: :: His performance utilized several pirouettes, to which the audience always lit up in camera flashes. It wasn't exactly rare to see sissies wearing diapers, but the obvious embarrassment and unexpected shock on his face made it far too priceless to not capture that moment. Perhaps it was also something else... but Alex was too focused on his performance and humiliation to think on it. He shamefully twirled and danced across the stage, just as he had been trained to do, his Mommy proudly looking back to the other Dominant characters with a smugness to her success.:: :: As it would seem, this accidental tweak to the routine was enough to win the judges over! Alex stood proudly with his trophy, even if the title did make him blush: "Pageant's Biggest Sissy." It was a sissy's dream come true, and he let the moment sink in as a final relief to his humiliating performance. He felt a pat on his shoulder which made him swell with a little pride in his duties. ...But then he felt a pat on his bottom, to which he only just now realized... was wet this entire time.:: Dear Readers, I have read the above messages and would like to clarify some points here. There is a clear and direct attempt to slander my good name here. This was all a deliberate and successful plan to manipulate the judges, not an embarrassing mistake. I obviously just took a diaper since I definitely do not need them and barely ever wear them, and I used a bottle of apple juice to- segrsrgsfg (Please ignore Alex's previous statement. He is currently spending some quality time with a paddle and a bar of soap for the obvious naughty lie. I'll have him write a more accurate explanation later.) ... (The following is the truth. Alex will have to write honestly if he wants to get rid of the soap, and I'll be nearby with a paddle to ensure accuracy.) "That was a lie, I am sorry for misbehaving. I am very naughty baby for doing it. I always wear a diaper because I am a baby, and definitely do not do so willingly. I need them and know it is for the best that my mommy puts me in them. I accidentally tore my tights and was crying like a sissy baby as I was told I had to wear my pampers without anything covering them. I was so nervous I used them, as I often do, which one of few dsrgs - one of many, many, nearly uncountable reasons I need them. (There you have it, he admits the truth. Oh, and to say he was merely 'wet' is being kind to him. He knows better then to lie about such things. However, what he doesn't know is that it doesn't matter anyway, as it was filmed and broadcast on television, so anyone can see the truth. Right now we are going to finish his spankings as he gets to watch his most adorable, embarrassing moments on the big screen. Oh, and did his eyes go wide when he read that! If only I could capture that reaction. Also, don't tell him, but this competition qualified him for the next level of competition, which will be broadcast prime time internationally. He won't know until after of course, and we are sure to have something even more 'fun' planned.)

(So these are the first few pages of a fantasy/comedy/kink comic I was working on with Aungshadow on devinatart. Along with a typical fantasy adventure base, it would have abdl, sissy, and bdsm themes, and feature my OC as a diapered sub warrior and his as a sissified sub mage. * I wrote out the script and he was going to draw it, but I'm not sure if it is going to continue as he is having some perosnal issues. Anyway, here is the beginning, and if there is ever more I'll post here) (*I mean... his character is still technically diapered... and mine is still technically sissified... but those are the more noticeable "roles")

Hey, just wandering if there is anyone in Bournemouth that is a DL or would like to crossdress.? I have never met anyone with my kink and am pretty nervous.?

Hi - new to this site and a fairly new diaper lover. I recently discovered real adult diapers - the ones that are super absorbent and much bigger than the pull on types such as Depends. I LOVE the the feeling of my diaper getting warm and wet, while expanding on my private parts as the diaper swells. To enhance that feeling and to keep the large diaper from sagging, I have found that wearing a panty girdle over the diaper works great. Has anyone else tried this ?