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Little Gin-Gin's Trip to the Mall *this is only the first out of many to come* ooOoo Chapter 1: “Is my little Gin-gin excited to meet Santa!?” her mommy asked, gasping as if she were surprised. From their place in line, she could see about fifty other adult-babies with their mommies and daddies. Some eagerly awaited to meet the fat, white-haired man in the red suite while others sulked, mortified at the prospect of having to sit on a grown-man's lap in front of a crowd of strangers. “Are you going to tell Santa everything you want for Christmas?” the woman bounced her in her arms, squeezing the back of her thick oversized diaper. Crinkling loudly, Ginny didn’t give it a second thought. Her self worth had been lost a long time ago. No longer did she care who saw her naked or diapered. The mall, possibly the most public place you could be seen in, was where they were. Deck the Halls played loudly over the speakers and littles gathered around the large sparkly Christmas tree, eagerly watching the train go round and round in circles. The general atmosphere was a happy one. Holiday music filled the air as people did last minute Christmas shopping, dragging their littles in tow or dropping them off at the mall daycare. Ginny couldn’t help but blush as her mommy, placed a big sloppy wet kiss on her cheek. Her eyes drifted down, catching just a hint of the white diaper, peeking out from her frilled, velvety red dress. Soleless, shining black Mary Jane’s were strapped onto her feet and ruffled white socks that went up to almost her knees. The girl was convinced that dress up was her mommy’s favorite part of the day. Never was she to look less than her best, which meant looking the most little she could be. There was a time when she would’ve rebelled. There was a time she would've screamed and cried, refusing to leave the house until her mommy had to drag her out. But that time had passed and now she had resigned herself to the fact that she was never escaping. All she could do was suck it up and pretend. Good girls were rewarded with treats. Naughty girls received spankings. That was something she did not want. Next in line, a feeling of fear suddenly formed in the pit of her stomach. Gripping onto the front of her mommy’s shirt, the ginger-haired girl hid her face in the woman’s warm, soft bosom, tightening her legs around her waist. Laughs were heard as her mommy kissed her head, and they were called up. The fake Santa gave a friendly smile, motioning for them to come forward. “Ohhh, is the baby shy?” a worker cooed, approaching them. He was dressed as an elf with big ears, pointy shoes and a pointy hat. “Why doesn’t mommy come up with us! You wouldn’t want Santa to forget any presents, would you?” Could Santa grant her her freedom? Could Santa give her a phone so she could call the police and escape this place? The answer was no. There was nothing Santa could give her. They didn’t wait for an answer and her heart skipped a beat as she was taken from the warmth of her mommy’s arms. It was sickening how much she had begun to depend on her. A high pitched squeal escaped her lips as she was placed on the man’s lap, pressed against his beer belly. It didn’t surprise her at how she fit perfectly snug on his lap and he held onto her waist, ensuring she didn’t slip off. “Well, hohoho! You can call me Santa, what's your name?” the man asked in a loud jovial voice, his breath smelling of mint. His long beard tickled her skin leaving her wanting to pull on it. “M-mommy cawl me, Gin-gin ow Ginny!” as she spoke, drool dribbled from her mouth, and if the Santa imposter noticed or cared, he didn’t show it. Beside them, her mommy beamed, taking numerous pictures on her phone. Ginny knew that when spoke it either had to be in her baby voice or she was to stay silent. She had worked hard to perfect the high and squeaky voice, but her inability to pronounce words came naturally after over half of her teeth were removed and twisted around in her mouth. Was she in constant immense pain? Yes. Did her mommy care? No. She thought her speech impediment was cute and teethers had become her new best friend. Plus the constant drooling that resulted from the procedure was an extra bonus. “Well, Gin-gin, have you been a good or a naughty girl?” “Goo’!” she squealed, bouncing lightly in his lap, much to the enjoyment of everyone watching. In another life, she could’ve been an actress. That’s how good she was at pretending. “Why don’t you tell Santa what you want for Christmas.” She leaned forward, smelling the faintest whiff of cinnamon and cupped her hand around his ear, coming up with things on the spot. “My elves down at the North Pole are working very very hard to prepare. I can promise that you are going to have a very happy Christmas.” She continued to smile, giggling at all the right moments as she sucked on her fingers. A woman elf stood behind the camera, making funny faces as they did with all littles to get them to smile. Ginny beamed, making sure to show her toothless mouth as the pictures were taken. Beside them stood Jill Anderson, usually a stern woman, but today unusually happy. The woman already knew what her Christmas cards were going to be as she glanced down at her little’s exposed diaper, rapidly turning yellow, and she didn’t even realize. This year was going to be a great Christmas. ooOoo A/N: Hey! I just wanted to do a quick Christmas one shot, since the holidays are coming up!! For those who don’t remember or didn’t read it, Ginny was the new nurse from Emmy’s story who was taken and regressed by Jill Anderson, the mean nurse. I will be doing more of these quick one shots for the other characters I’ve created in this Little Beginnings universe! Hope you enjoy and happy holidays to everyone celebrating Christmas and Hanukkah!

I'm taking a punt on this type of story, its going to be full of magic and vamipres, let me know if you like it and if you wish to roleplay with this theme or something similar. I've been told that I shouldn't put pictures in the story but I like too coz its better than a long list of what the character looks like. So this is Mattias Bourbon he is a thousand year old vampire. This is Matilda Rogers but she goes by Tilly. She is 18 years old. Chapter 1 - Sweet Girl We Meet Again Back and forth, back and forth. That's all I could do. It had been 8 hours, I could hear the church bells as the chimed on the hour. They called it a bedroom but if you have a lock on the outside of the door and bars on the window it's really a cell. I had been in this asylum for as long as I can remember. It was the only home I had ever known, not that it was much of a home. This really was a hell on earth. Lifting my dirty shift I had to wear day in and day out, I gently place my hands on my poor marked bottom. Sister Agatha had really done a number on it this morning. Stupid old nun. If she had let me speak at breakfast I would have told her I had to pee. I tried to get her attention but she had shushed me, It wasn't long before I felt the warm trickle of pee run down my legs and form a little puddle on the floor. I had tried to hide it as we left the dining hall but Sally the Snitch had to shout out "Tilly wet herself again!" Sister Agatha came up behind me and before I could do anything she had grabbed my ear twisting it so I was forced to bend over "YOU WICKED WICKED GIRL!" she shouts as she pulls me along the hallways to the punishment room. Pushing me down over the old exercise horse she used the straps that are attached to the bottom of it to secure my hands and feet. She then picked a switch, there was a bunch of them and the nuns liked to use them on us all the time. She roughly pulls my dress up and without warning she starts to whip me, I try to be brave but it isn't long before I break and beg for mercy "PLEASE SISTER!" I scream as the switch cuts into my poor bottom. "WICKED GIRL!" was all she said as she continue to whip me. My whole body was shaking when she finally finished. Unbuckling the straps I slide onto the floor. To weak and scared to move but Sister Agatha simply pulled me up and along by the arm. When we got to my cell she pushed me in and slammed the door. I crawled up onto my old army cot and sobbed. I could swear my bottom was bleeding but it was far too sore to touch. After I had finally calmed myself down I got up and I had been walking in straight lines since. There was nothing else to do, all that was in the room was an old army cot and a chamber pot. The sun had set about 2 hours ago, it was December so the nights came fast. It was so cold here, I had the blanket they gave to each of the girls, wrapped around my shoulders to try and keep me warm. I wanted heat and food, I didn't care which came first. Suddenly I can hear voices coming along the hall, it sounded like Sister Mary, the mother superior and a man. But that couldn't be right. No men were allowed in St Peter's Girls Asylum. They stop outside the locked door of my cell, fearing more punishment I quickly get into bed and pretend to be asleep. Keys jangle and the door opens. "Are you sure you want this one?" Sister Mary asks "Yes she is the one" the man answers and I feel him coming closer to the cot, he bends down, I guess to take a better look at me so I keep my eyes shut "Sweet girl, we meet again. I'll take her" Take me where? And what did he mean we meet again? I think. We weren't supposed to leave ever and I had definitely never met anyone apart from the nuns and other inmates. "Now?" Sister Mary sounds a little put out. She sighs before ripping the blanket away from me "Up girl" I open my eyes again and see Sister Mary standing over me with a man beside her. I had never seen a man before, not in real life anyways just in pictures and books when the nuns weren't looking. He looked like a giant. "Up up up!" Sister Mary repeats, clearly I wasn't moving fast enough for her, I sit up and move to get off the cot, my bottom touches the cot causing me to cry out "Ouch!" I jump up and rub my bottom. "She's been punished?" The man asks, his voice emotionless and cold. "Well Tilly here has a problem with wetting, we have tried many different methods to stop it but none have worked. So now she is whipped every time she wets" "I would like to inspect the damage" he says I think he is talking to me. I look at Sister Mary, unsure what to do but she simply nods. Hoping I am doing the right thing I slowly turn around and bend over a little before lifting my dress up to my waist. "Tsk tsk tsk" is all the man says as I feel a hand on my bottom, but it doesn't hurt like it should, it feels soothing. This is odd, I think. He removes his hand and I straighten up allowing my dress to fall back into place. Without saying anything else to Sister Mary the man turns to leave my cell "Come Matilda" he orders, not even looking back. Sister Mary grabs my arm as stay glued to the spot. "Go with him girl, do what he says or you shall be right back here" Without a second thought I walk as quickly as I can to catch up with the man. I dare not speak until we are out the front door of the asylum. "Where are we going?" I ask as he opens the passenger door of his large black car. He ignores me. "Get in young lady or sore bottom or not you will be punished" I quickly slide into the car as he gets into the other side. Reaching over me he pulls the seatbelt around me and clips it into place. He drives through the old gates and heads towards a dark and winding road. "Where are we going?" I dare to ask again. He gives a simple one word answer. "Home"

I have taken a break away from this site. But im back. So here I am. I have tried roleplaying in the past but I never really found anyone who got what I wanted so I'm going to try my hand at writing a short story. Let me know what you think I should continue or not. Characters - Papi (Alexander Rosario) - 43 years old - A single father based on the Piraguero guy from in the heights (I got something about dad bods) He runs the town Princesa (Margarita Rosalie Rosario aka Peggy) - 19 years old - A girl raised by a single father after her ma took off. she's been away at school but has came back to their little neighbourhood, sees herself as the rightful heir and true princesa of washington heights. Chapter 1 - Sassy Girls Get A Sore Botty "Oh damn it!" I snap as I put my foot into another puddle. It was pissing down with rain. My foot was soaked and my new sneakers were probably ruined now. I try to huddle under the bus shelter. "Where are you Papi?" I ask out loud to no one. I try to call him one last time. No answer, he is probably driving I think to myself. It had been a long trip from Florida back to Washington Heights. I was cold, tired and hungry. It was past 10 by the time the bus finally pulled into the station so the only burger place around had long closed. Eventually I see Papi's trusted 1980s vw rabbit. A car he had got when he first came to America almost 30 years ago. "Hola princesa" he says as he finally pulls up and gets out the car with an umbrella. "Finally!" I snap as he holds the umbrella over my head and helps me get my suitcase into the back seat. "Oy nina" He says planting a light spank on my bottom "Papi!" I hiss, shocked that he did that. "Loose the attitude, young lady. You aren't to old to go across Papi's lap" I blush and quickly look to make sure there was no one around. Without answering I quickly get into the car and slam the door. Papi then walks round to the other side and gets in. "So how was your journey?" He asks as he starts to drive. "Long and boring" I mumble as I fish out my cell and start to text with some girlfriends I made at school. I hear Papi sigh but he doesn't try to keep the conversation going. About 30 minutes later we pull up at the little apartment our family has lived in since before I was born. Once we get inside I kick my sneakers off and dump my denim jacket on the floor without thinking. I jump over the back of the sofa to sit down and I grab the tv remote, flicking through the channels. "Hey" Papi scolds "We do not leave our things all over the floor, Peggy" I roll my eyes "I'll get it later Papi" "No you won't you will get it now. Then you can have a drink and sandwich and straight to bed its very late" I have already stopped listening though. I don't pay attention until Papi grabs the remote out of my hand and switches the tv off. "HEY!" I yell "What the hell Papi? I was watching that!" "That is enough of that language princesa" Before I can respond Papi reaches under my hair and grabs my ear "Owwwy oww oww! Papi what are you doing?" I ask as he pulls me up and over to the corner. "It seems someone has forgotten the rules of the house" Papi informs me as he pulls me into the corner. "5 minutes time out, Margarita" "Oh come on! You can't be serious!" The next thing I new my black leggings had been pulled down to my ankles, somehow this was always worse than being naked. "PAPI!" I try to pull them back up but I get a couple of spanks on my thighs for that "OUCH!" "You keep those leggings where they are or the panties will join them, if you can call them panties. What is this?" He asks as he picks the thong out from my butt crack "We are going to have a talk about that too after your corner time" He places my hands on top of my head and then leaves me facing the corner. I could hear papi behind me. The apartment was really just one big room that was the kitchen/living/dining room with two bedrooms and one bathroom off the main room. I could hear him in the kitchen area. About 10 hours later, our that's what it felt to me but I guess it was only 5 minutes later Papi speaks to me. "Ok princesa put your hands down and come over here" Removing my hands from on top of my head I turn around and see Papi sitting on a dining chair, that had been placed away from the table and was in the middle of the room. "Oh papi!" I whine sounding closer to 9 than 19. "Please I am told old for this" "You have to the count of 5 to get your butt over here Margarita. If I have to come get you, you won't like it. 1,2" Before he even says 3 I get to his side. "Good girl" he tells me, making me smile a little. "I know it has been almost a year since your last spanking but tonight you are going to learn it doesn't matter how old you are, you are still my daughter and I will spank you each and everytime you earn it. Me entiendes?" "Yes papi" I mumble trying not to look at him. Grabbing my left wrist he pulls me gently over his lap. I feel him grab hold of the waistband of my panties and he gives a disappointed sigh "Oh please papi don't take them down!" I pled and throw my hand back to stop him "You move that hand right now or I will get Mr Spoon" I groan and remove my hand, Papi had always gave names to the instruments he used to spank me, mr spoon, mr belt etc. My thong joins my leggings at my ankles. "We are going to have a talk about your panties after I reden this naughty botty" Without saying another thing he starts to spank. "OWOWOWOWOW!" I squeal "PAPI!" "Settle down, we have a long way to go" "IT HURTS PLEASE!" "It's supposed to hurt" "OH OWWWY! I HATE YOU PAPI!" "No you don't, you just feel angry at yourself for being naughty" It doesn't take long before I start to cry and I change my tune. "PLEASE PAPI I'LL BE GOOD!" "There is my good girl coming back" He doesn't stop though not until I get passed the point of speaking, I just cry and I can feel my nose starting to run. "Ok baby girl you can get up, you took that really well" He helps me back up then stands up him self. He still towers over me even though I have finished growing, I only got to 5'2 compared to his 6'. He looks in the pocket of his cargo shorts and finds a handkerchief and uses it to wipe my tears away, then he holds it at my nose he instructs me "Blow" I do as he says as he wipes my nose for me. "Ok princesa time to settle down" He crouches down in front of me and says "Step out" I balance myself by putting my hands on his shoulders as I raise my left foot then my right allowing him to pull my leggings and panties off. Taking my hand he walks me into my bedroom. It is the same as it was since I left for school, my stuffies and large doll house right where I left them. I had lost interest in most toys but not them, never them. There was a large changing mat on my dresser that Papi was leading me towards. "Oh papi I've learned my lesson!" I whine as I finally understand what he is doing. "You know the rules princesa. A sore bottom goes in a diaper" I try to back away but he says "Would you rather go back across my knee?" "No sir" I mumble and reluctantly let him lift me on to the mat "Ouch!" I squeal as my bottom touches the mat. I quickly take my usual positon on this mat and raise my legs up hooking my arms around my knees to keep them up. "Good girl" Papi praises as he gets a diaper from a little basket on the shelf above me. Laying it out flat he helps me lift my bottom up a little before sliding the diaper under me. Grabbing the powder "Here comes the snow" he says as he always did, it still made me smile. Sprinkling a lot of it on my bottom he gently rubs it in "Ok legs down" I do as he says and lower my legs. He spreads my legs a little to get some powder on my private area. Papi always called it my kitty. When is finished with the powder he taps the diaper up and helps me off the changing mat. "Arms up" he instucts as he pulls the burgundy shirt I was wearing off. I wasn't wearing a bra as my bosom was small and perky I didn't need one. Looking in the dresser he finds and old oversized Doria t-shirt. Its big and boxy covers a little bit of my diaper. "Ok it's supper time then bed time" he says as he guides me back into the main room. "Sit" he says as he pulls out a chair at the table for me. I hesitate to sit on a sore bottom but thankfully the diaper cushions my bottom a little. Going to the kitchen he comes back with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cut into mickey and minnie mouse shapes along with a sippy cup of milk. "Eat up" he says tucking a napkin in the collar of the t-shirt. I wanted to say that I was too old for this kind of thing but didn't want an even sorer bottom. After I eat he brings a damp rag and washes my face and hands. "Time for bed" he announces and takes me back into the bedroom. He switches on the little unicorn nightlight, even at 19 I still hate the darkness, and pulls the covers back allowing me to climb in. I lay on my tummy as he tucks me in, I turn my head so he can give a quick kiss on the lips "No story tonight for naughty girls, so its straight to sleep. Which stuffy do you want tonight bebe?" I find myself falling back into the role of baby girl easier than I wanted to admit. "I want Bunny" Papi goes to the large bucket that houses all my stuffed animals and dolls. He finds a rabbit that was once snow white but now looks more cream, she's missing an eye but I still love her. "Here you go" He tucks bunny in the bed beside me and I take her hand in mine. "Night princesa" "Night papi" He walks out the room switching of the big light as he leaves. I look up at the ceiling, staring at the pretty shapes my nightlight has projected onto it. Before long I have fallen into a deep sleep.

Disclaimer: The story contains mentions of abuse if you are uncomfortable with that I suggest you don't read. ooOoo Chapter 1: The orphanage was overcrowded and chaotic. It was a small building, more a house, in a decent neighborhood. Marina and Christian hadn’t known what to expect when they pulled into the driveway. In front of the white two-story house was a sign that said, Brighter Horizons Orphanage. There was a large wrap-around porch and the garden in the front yard was only half alive and grass overgrown. It was known that the orphanages were terribly underfunded. The government tended to give all their money to the large hospitals leaving nothing for anyone else. It was a part of Christian Tischner’s goal to make sure everyone could afford the same opportunities. No littles should have to suffer. No workers should be stressed or overworked. But that was often the case with the underpaid staff. When the couple got the phone call a week ago, they were taken aback. It was from Marsha Mercer, a woman they hadn’t heard from in many years. She was their designated social worker. When you adopt your first little, it’s the law that you have surprise home checks every three months for up to a year to ensure that the little is being well taken care of. However, because it had been so long since they had a little, Marsha decided to check in, just to make sure everything was going ok. Their first thought was of Willa, worried something had happened, and she was going to be taken away. That’s what those phone calls usually led to. Their fears, however, were quickly squashed as Marsha explained the situation. A little by the name of Olive May was in need of fostering. She had been the third girl at Little Beginnings Hospital in the Newborn Ward with Lulu and Willa. The story was devastating. A friend of Astrid Reichner wanted to adopt her early. The girl was a master at manipulation and had everyone convinced that she had fully regressed. She was released into the woman’s custody but her new mommy quickly learned that she was not the perfect angel she portrayed. For three years she was abused physically and mentally. Her mommy could not afford to send her back to the hospital so she tried to force her into little space. It did not work and she’s now stuck between a 6-month-old to three years old, headspace, often fluctuating between them. Olive May was aware enough to know that she shouldn’t be in diapers and a onesie and that he was actually an adult. That proved a huge problem because little’s like those, if escaped, could reveal all of their secrets. Her social worker never noticed the signs of abuse. She was overworked, taking on hundreds of cases that most of the time she’d forget to check in. When she was rescued, she spent a month at SunnySide Hospital but the doctors determined that too much damage had been done and it would be virtually impossible to regress her to a set age. There was nothing more they could do for her. She was sent to Bright Horizons Orphanage but nobody wanted to adopt or foster her. She tended to lean towards violence when upset and nobody wanted a little that wasn’t fully regressed. The orphanage was weeks away from sending her to, Henderson’s Psychiatric Hospital for Littles where she’d most likely spend the rest of her life. When Marsha heard of the situation she immediately intervened. She knew that wasn’t what she needed and if they could just find a loving family to take her in, perhaps she could heal. Marsha wanted the Tischners to be that family. They were well off, loved by everyone, and Christian was a miracle worker when it came to littles. But the couple was wary at first. They wanted to help her but it sounded as if she was too late to be saved. They also had to think about Willa. She was their full-time responsibility and while they were pretty certain that she would never fall out of her headspace, they didn’t want to take the chance. Marsha remained optimistic though and wholeheartedly believed she could still be helped. The Tischners didn’t say no right away and slept on the decision for a few days before ultimately deciding they’d take her on. No little should have to suffer. They made a promise to each other that they wouldn’t let the girl’s care get in the way of their little Willa. They’d make sure Willa knew that she was still loved. They just would have a new family member now. She’d have a big sister. They sat in an office right off the front door. The sound of crying sounded from one end of the house and laughter from another. Just from their brief moment in the main room when they first entered, they were shocked. Littles ranging from all ages were crowded in several rooms. There were about forty littles in total that they had seen. The diapers were cheap and the clothes were obviously from second-hand stores. The toys they played with were falling apart. There was the strongest smell of dirty diapers and Marina couldn’t help but cover her nose. The house had definitely seen better days. It looked moments away from falling apart. They had known that orphanages were bad but they hadn’t expected this. Nobody wanted to end up in one. Littles who were abused, abandoned, or caregivers that had died were brought to places like this. The hospitals were only for the injured and for those who needed to be regressed which left everyone else in the dust. Most people didn’t like adopting from the orphanages because there was always something wrong with the littles. Most preferred the hospitals because they were all shiny, new, and well behaved. The stigma and bias against orphanage littles and hospital littles was a sad reality. Five minutes later a stern-looking woman entered the office. She had hard brown eyes, blonde hair cut into a bob cut, and pale skin. She was dressed for a day at the office instead of in a house full of littles. She wore a white blouse (which had somehow managed to stay clean) and blue jeans. “Thank you for your patience,” she said with the slightest English accent. The woman reached over to shake their hands as she sat down behind the desk. “My name is Anne Marie Whitmore. I’m the owner of Brighter Horizons. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” “The pleasure is ours,” Christian replied. Mrs. Whitmore curtly nodded her head, sliding over a vanilla folder with papers inside. She was not one for small talk. They jumped right into business. “I’m not going to lie. I was surprised to hear that you were interested in fostering. I’m aware of your accomplishments and how charitable you’ve been in the past but fostering a little-- especially this little is a huge responsibility.” It sounded as if she were doubting their capabilities. Of course, they knew that they had their skeptics. Some were determined to paint them in a negative light for every single thing they did, such as donating to charities and exposing Little Beginnings Hospital. Some believed that they had done it just to increase their fame, claiming they had, Caregiver Savior Complex: caregiver’s feeling the need to help sick and injured littles when it benefited them in some way. Of course, that wasn’t true but it still hurt that people thought that. “I’m aware that Ms. Mercer has alerted you to Olive May’s issues but inside the folder is a more formal and detailed report.” They opened it up and to say it wasn’t slightly overwhelming would be a lie. Christian was trained in caring for abused littles and had worked with them before but this was obviously going to be a whole new experience. The first page read: Babygirl, Olive May Sex: F DOB: 9/27/2003 Previous Name: Jessica Flannery Demographics Contact Information: Address: 42 Hickory Street, Brighter Horizons Orphanage, Henderson, WA, Email: Brighterhorizons@littlespace.net Phone: 92-334-1995 Little Space: Six months old to three years old Biological Age: 21 years old Regression Status: Incomplete Height: 5ft 1in Weight: 95lbs Nationality: Irish Dual Citizenship: United States Race: White Ethnic Group: Irish Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Health Issues Chronic Constipation, PTSD, Anxiety, Anger issues, Malnourishment, Dehydration, Vitamin Deficiencies, Anemia, Muscle Atrophy, Selective Muteness, Claustrophobia: fear of small spaces, Nyctophobia: fear of the dark “As you can see her file is over twenty pages long,” said Mrs. Whitmore. “That’s the reason she’s listed as a high priority little. We will not let just anyone foster her.” The pages went on and on, going into more detail about her treatments, medicines, behaviors, etc. It would take a whole week to just read through every single detail. “What did the woman do to her?” Marina gulped with tears in her eyes. She’d heard these stories time and time again when working with patients but this hit different. It was a caregiver who hurt their little. Never in a million years would she ever lay a hand on Willa. The Tischners didn’t believe in corporal punishment. Not that they ever needed to punish her but if they did, they’d simply take away her plushie. That made her upset enough. “The details of her rescue and past living conditions are all in the folder.” she sighed, sadness hinted in her voice. “The trauma she’s been through has left her unable to communicate effectively. She’s constantly angry and fights against the regression. If she feels herself start to slip then she’ll begin hitting and scratching herself. We clipped her nails all the way down and placed her hands in mitts. The only effective punishments are time outs when she’s in an old enough headspace and when she is a younger, we take away her plushie--” “She has a favorite plushie?” he interrupted, surprised. If a little was having difficult regressing, usually the first things doctors did was give them a plushie. It always seemed to do the trick, no one knew why though. “Yes,” she nodded her head. “It’s a stuffed elephant and it’s attached to her hip at all times. She doesn’t let anyone else touch the thing.” That was a good sign. Usually if a little became attached to a plushie, they’d quickly fall into their little space but something was obviously blocking that from happening. She continued to tell them about her, the situation sounding more dire as she went on. Marina was starting to wonder if they were the right people for this job. But she knew they had to do it. “It’s not too late to back out, if you’re having second thoughts,” Mrs. Whitmore stared right at her as if sensing her thoughts. They shared a glance, grasping each other’s hand and said, “we’d like to continue with the fostering process. You’re not going to scare us off.” Her lips pursed and her brown eyes assessed them for a moment before saying, “very well. I believe it’s time to meet Miss Olive May.” ooOoo Author Notes: Hey everyone! This is part 2 of Willa’s story. As you can see a new character was introduced, some may remember a brief mention of her from part 1. You’ll see more of Willa in the other chapters and it will be heavily focused on the both of them. Hope you enjoy!

Hello, I am a Daddy and enjoy the idea of being romantically involved with a woman who needs and/or likes to use diapers. Because I'm interested in romance, I definitely lean more towards the DL side of 'ABDL,' so I'd prefer there not being too much regression, but I'm not against there being some. I prefer lengthy, detailed responses and would rather RP either in private messages or on Discord. I'd prefer an actual woman RP partner, but it's not a deal-breaker. Other kinks I enjoy are women being humiliated/embarrassed, exhibitionism/voyeurism, blackmail/coercion, role reversal scenarios, mind control/hypnosis, giving spankings, giving enemas, light bondage (handcuffs, tied up, both being tied and tying someone else up), and anything else included in my f-list and kinklist. If this sounds up your alley, let me know. There are some other ideas I have but these are a couple I haven't really gotten to RP yet, or at least it's been a while since I've done something like it. A Harry Potter Hogwarts-esque school for wizards in training. Your character unfortunately has a bully who's a prodigy when it comes to sorcery. He's managed to convince the student body, through magical manipulation and trickery, that you're wearing. What kind of spell changes your panties to diapers anyway, and how could he possibly know how to do that? The diapers are only the beginning as even her normal clothing starts changing to more childlike in aesthetic. Does she learn to enjoy diapers and using them, or does he use magic to hypnotize or mind control her to? Bully secretly harboring a crush on his victim is a favorite role of mine. The victim could also be a teacher of his instead of a classmate for a nice role reversal type scenario. Would love for a magic-fueled romance. Another scenario could be one of cops and robbers. Your character is the cop or detective, mine a thief or burglar of sorts. Perhaps they were friends back in the day getting into all kinds of trouble, but my character took all the blame for something she was an accomplice to. As a reformed prison guard having turned over a new leaf, she sees the friend who went to jail and never ratted her out in one of the cells she walks by every day. Perhaps overwhelmed by guilt, she offers herself to him and tells him she'll do anything to make it up to him...or perhaps he has video evidence of her at the scene of the crime with him and he blackmails her with it. She becomes his prison guard but also his baby girl in private. Or maybe the scenario is more a game of cat and mouse, and she's a detective on the trail of a cat burglar who manages to evade capture and diaper her in the process. Or maybe he's a cat burglar who just happens to know her little secret that she wears diapers. He has his fun with her whenever he evades capture, treats her like a baby, but also keeps her secret. Perhaps that mutual respect leads to a genuine romance. Would also love to discuss a Fallout or Borderlands type RP involving diapers and a DD/LG relationship. Hope everyone's safe and healthy during this pandemic. Thanks for taking the time to read. Have a good one!

Lucy is currently stood with her nose to the wall for what seems like her 5th timeout of the weekend, she is wearing a nursery pink t-shirt and her slightly wet diaper is on full display but how did we get here? Let’s rewind some 18 months when I was introduced to Lucy through a mutual friend. I was 28 and had been single for some time, I’d had many one night stands but never found a girl that excited me. Lucy was 24 and although she was 5ft8 with long brown hair, green eyes and a figure to die for I was told that she had always struggled to keep hold of a man for more than a couple of months. The first time we met was nothing unusual. Lucy and myself hit it off right away and before the end of the evening she was whispering unspeakable things into my ear, we ended up getting a cab back to her place and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, the evening ended rather predictably but mainly without anything unusual. In the following week’s we met up a number of times and on one occasion when we had both had one too many drinks Lucy told me that she would love to tie me up, blindfold me and show me the time of my life, to Lucy’s joy I immediately called a cab and we couldn’t get back to her place quickly enough. She did indeed give me the night of my life and I awoke the next morning with the restraints still attached to the bed post’s. Over the coming days we spoke more and more about what had happened and Lucy explained that due to her ‘kinks’ as she called them, she had struggled to build a long term relationship. I told Lucy that I was willing to give it a try and although I loved being on the receiving end the other night my preference was to be in charge, Lucy wasn’t sure about this at first as she had always been the dominant but she agreed to give it a go. I started to ask about her kinks and she said it would be easier to show me some time, I left Lucy’s apartment that evening and on the ride home recieved a message with a link to tumblr and a set of log in details. I fired up the laptop when I got home and logged straight on, this was like opening Pandoras box, all of Lucy’s desires were laid out in front of me, after scrolling for a little time I noticed a few posts tagged with ME, I hit the link which brought up Lucy from every angle wearing corsets, PVC, short skirts, no clothes and much more but all taken so you could not se her face. I explored her profile for hours that evening and noticed that her tastes changed with the seasons, sometimes it was female on female, sometimes male on male, domination, female dom even some sissy stuff. I called Lucy the next morning, she told me that she had hardly slept incase it was too much for me and I wanted out but I assured her that there was a lot I liked and some I didnt but we would discuss it when I was next over. One of the tags that appeared most often was spanking so I devised a plan to show Lucy that I was happy with what I had seen and also to introduce her to the submissive side of things, before arriving a few nights later I called Lucy from the car and instigated some hot under the collar conversations but told her no touching till I arrived, I told her I was 5 minutes out and that when I arrived she should be in her birthday suit. I let myself in and found Lucy in the bedroom lay on the bed naked, I sat down on the edge of the bad and had her stand in front of me I flicked her nippes then took her hands and slowly sucked each finger, as soon as I got to the index finger on her left hand I could taste her juice, I reached down and felt between her legs, she had clearly been having fun without me and when I looked at her she gave me a knowing smile. With a swiftness I didn’t know I had a pulled Lucy across my knee and delivered 5 hard swats to she ass cheeks, she squirmed and awww’d as the smacks connected then the room fell silent apart from both of our deep breaths. I stood Lucy up, she was bright red from her chest to the tips of her ears, her eyes was watery but she was not crying, for a moment I thought I had gone too far but after a second I realised I was in too deep “what did I tell you not to do whe I was on the phone?” Lucy looked shocked and for a moment said nothing then came the confirmation that I hadn’t gone too far “dont touch myself” “And what have you been doing?” Lucy went even redder “Touching myself” “Right, I think you need a time out to think about what you have done” Lucy looked, if possible, even more shocked “go and put your nose against the wall for 5 minutes” without hesitation Lucy turned and quickly strode to the wall pressing her nose against it and placing her hands behind her back. I was rock solid but didn’t want to break the mood, whilst Lucy was stood against the wall I stripped naked and sat back on the edge of the bed, after 5 minutes I called Lucy over, her eyes were still watery but she was now less red. “What do you have to say?” “Sorry” “For what?” Lucy hesitated until I gave her an encouraging nod “Sorry for touching myself without permission” “Good. Now as you have clearly already had your pleasure its time for mine, on your knees” “But I didn’t, I only touched it for a minute, I didnt…” “Thats unfortunate, you should have thought of that earlier, now on your knees” Lucy did as she was told and I lasted about 2 minutes before I had one of the biggest explosions I have ever had. We cuddled for a while and Lucy eventually drifted off to sleep, when we awoke the next morning we spoke about what had happened and Lucy confessed she was still wet thinking about it. Over the coming weeks and months Lucy and myself became more and more comfortable with each others desires and we would buy new things and experiment, although Lucy was initially dominant the pendulum had started to swing and we were now a 50/50 switch couple. Lucy either forgot or didn’t care that I still had the log in details to her tumblr account but I would secretly log in and check her drafts and likes to see what she was enjoying this week, occasionally Lucy would go through phases of liking things that I was not in to but when she liked something I thought was interesting I would incorporate it into our fun time and see how it went. I started to see signs of when Lucy wanted to be submissive as she would start to do bratty things like refusing to do chores around the apartment, being rude to people in public or talk about our bedroom adventures loudly so strangers could hear. This behaviour increased over the weeks and months to come and would earn Lucy timeouts, spankings or her worst punishment,no orgasms. It was after a particularly bad day whilst at the mall that Lucy got her worst punishment to date, she had tried to seduce me before leaving the house after not cumming for 3 days but I had told her we was running late and she would have to wait, she was than bratty all day and had been extra rude to a waitress, when I had pointed this out she told me to shut up. Lucy knew instantly that she was in for it and tried to apologise on the ride home but as soon as we were through the door she got spanked until she begged for it to stop, she was then put into time out for 1hr and after this told that it would be another week before he would be allowed to cum, this hurt Lucy the most and she begged for another punishment. Over the next couple of days things got back to normal other than Lucy jumping on my at every chance trying to get the opportunity for release, this went on till the 4th day where I made Lucy give me pleasure why she had none After this Lucy started to become bratty again, she spent the next day telling me every 30 minutes that she was horny and wet, on one occasion I places my hand between her legs and told her she didn’t feel wet, another 30 minutes passed and Lucy was back but this time she stood in front of me and looked me straight in the eyes, a few seconds later I heard a hissing sound and watched at as croch and legs of her jeans became soaked. I sat in shock at the scene in front of me, watersports wasnt something I’d know Lucy to be into before, sensing my shock she went in for the kill “Do I feel wet now?” And with that she tuned and stormed out. It took me a few minutes to collect myself and then I went to find Lucy who was stood in the kitchen still in her soaking pants with drips all around her feet, without a word I bent Lucy over the kitchen table and spanked her before sending her to get changed. We didn’t speak of it for the rest of the day and Lucy quit trying to get pleasure out of me, I left to stay at home that evening and she text to say sorry for making a mess, I was a little surprised this was the only part she was apologising for but accepted anyway. When I got home I logged into Lucy’s tumblr and started to look through the posts she had liked, there had been a significant increase over the last few weeks of panty pissing posts and even a couple of ABDL posts with adults in wet and sometimes messy diapers. I didnt mention the posts to Lucy and over the next week or so things got back to normal, once she had pleasure she slipped out of sub space and even became the dominant for a couple of sessions until one night she made a joke about putting me in my place when she pissed herself and saying i didn’t know what to do. A few nights later we were due to go and see a movie that Lucy had been waiting months to see, I’d stayed at home the night before and the words were still playing on my mind and I needed to show her It wasn’t going to be ignored. Whilst driving over I passed Walmart and had an idea, I parked up went inside and found the aisle with the incontinence products, there in front of me were dozens of products ranging from pads to pull ups to slip diaper style products, after a few minutes I opted for tena slip and after getting back to the car I took 2 out and put them in my overnight bag. I arrived at Lucy’s and we had a few drinks before she said she needed to get ready, as she headed for the bathroom I went to the car and collected my bag, I waited for her to get out of the shower and gave her enough time to do her hair and makeup as I wanted her ready to go before I entered. 20 minutes passed and I heard the wardrobe door slide shut and knew it was time to make my move, when I got into the bedroom Lucy was already partly dressed in a loose fitting summer dress which was perfect for my plan. I went over and started to kiss her on the neck which usually meant one thing, she was pleased that she was going to get a little action before we left and I told her to lay on the bed, I took her arms and put them in the restraints that were now almost always attached to the posts of the bed and took off her underwear. I wanted to make her feel relaxed so I went to work quickly bringing her up to near climax at which point I stopped and reached over into the bag pulling out one of the diapers, although her inhibitions were lower she still looked shocked “What are you doing?” “Well Lucy, remember when you had your little accident the other week?” She looked at me with panic in her eyes “I’m not into this, I dont even like diapers and I apologised for the accident” at this point she was half heartedly struggling against the restraints but I was surprised to see that it was in a way that was for show. I reached over to my phone and opened the tumblr app which I already had on her liked posts, I showed it her and she went bright red as the realisation hit her that I had been looking on her profile. “That was a mistake, I clicked it by accident” “What, all 87 posts?” I opened up the diaper and pushed her legs up why I got it under her bum, she struggled but again it was half hearted and with not much effort I managed to pull the front up and fasten the tabs. Lucy continued to protest so I told her I was going to leave her there to cool down for a little while. I went out to the living room and ordered an uber to take us to the mall where the movie theatre was and the app said 20 minutes, I sat and waited for the perfect moment. After what must have been 17 minutes I saw the car on the app only 2 streets away so I made my move, I went into the bedroom where Lucy was now a lot calmer than before, undid the restraints and showed her the app “Right you have two options, you can miss the movie that you have been waiting to see and stay here where we can chat about your new found kink or we can go and catch the movie but you are staying diapered so there are no more accidents” the shock on her face was like nothing I’ve seen before, the next moment the phone rang and it was the driver to see where we was “Just hold on a moment, Lucy are you ready to go or would you like to stay here?” She mouthed the word please at me and I shook my head “well?” She looked down at the floor “yes I’m ready to go” I quickly told Lucy to lay down and readjusted the tapes to make sure they were secure, Lucy then jumped up, pulled down her dress which came to her knees and looked in the mirror. She fluffed up the dress with a look of panic in her eyes but even I was surprised how well it hid the diaper. Lucy tried to pleased again as I told her to hurry up as the uber was waiting, we walked out into the street and Lucy was moving very stiffly trying not to let on that anything was different but with an effort that would attract a lot of attention. I quickly told her that it was impossible to tell because of the dress and that I didn’t think the diapers crinkled. On the way to the mall Lucy calmed a little as the driver made small talk and she realised he hadn’t noticed anything. As the Uber dropped us off I found a quiet spot, in difficult situations we always checked in with the other to see if the other wanted this to stop “How are you feeling?” “Panicking, excited, a little tipsy and like someone is going to notice any moment” I looked around at her ass, it was very slightly more round than it usually looked to me but unnoticeable to anyone that didn’t know Lucy. “I promise you, no one can tell. In fact I can hardly tell” she smiled at this “Would you like to leave Lucy” “She looked at the floor and had a a little grin, no let’s watch the movie” we were suddenly back into the game with everyone consenting. I looked around and took us to the right away from the movie theatre and Lucy pulled on my hand “We’re an hour early for the movie so let’s grab a drink first in the bar” instantly the panic was back so i reassured her and we headed over, as soon as we were in the door Lucy looked for a booth and we sat down and ordered a beer and a glass of wine. We talked about this and that and Lucy sipped the wine which was a little unusual as she usually loved a nice glass of white, I finished off the beer and ordered 2 shots one for each of us which Lucy reluctantly downed. I looked at my watch and realised there was only 15 minutes to the movie so I told Lucy I was heading for the toilet, she told me she wanted to tag along but I’d already seen that there was a queue for the womens and told Lucy to wait till we were in the theatre, it had dawned on me that she hadn’t been for a tinkle since she was getting ready almost 2hrs ago and she usually pees non stop when she’s had wine. I returned and Lucy was ready to leave, she practically ran to the theatre but I kept a tight hold on her hand and went straight over to order a large soda and large popcorn as Lucy tightened her grip on my hand. The server then said it was only 5 minutes till the movie started, Lucy looked at me with pleading eyes and told me she still hadn’t been to the toilet so I told her to hold it and we would find our seats then she could come back and go. We finally got to our seats and sat down but the screen was Still filling up so it was difficult for Lucy to get back down the row to the exit aisle, by this time she was gripping my hand quite tight and looking down the row in panic waiting for a clear moment to get out. I dont know if it was the loud explosion in the first trailer or that she simply couldn’t hold any longer but all at once she squeezed my hand tighter and starred blankly at the screen then melted back into her seat, it was like she had been hypnotised. She didn’t move for a couple of minutes then I saw her discreetly check the seat with the back of her hand then reach over and grab the soda “The row is empty now Lucy if you still need the toilet” She looked at me sheepishly and just said “No” Over the next 2.5 hours Lucy drank the vast majority of the 30oz drink and didn’t need to use the restroom once. When the movie was finished Lucy stood up and adjusted herself slightly, I leaned over and whispered in her ear that the diaper she was wearing was extra absorbant, she smiled and said it hardly felt wet at all so far. I was about to book a cab when Lucy suggested another stop off at the bar as she had not really had a drink before and felt like she needed one, it was quieter than it had been and we sat in a booth again and had several beers and shots and while I had to use the restroom multiple times Lucy simply sat there on her phone checking messages. Just as Lucy had finished one such message check which consisted of starring at her phone blankly for a while one of her friends entered and come to say Hi and wondered if she could join us, Lucy had been very relaxed at this point but began to panic a little so I told her friend that we may have had one too many and was just about to leave. We jumped in a cab and was holding hands on the way back when Lucy took my hand and slowly put it up her skirt until it was touching the front of the diaper, she turned away and looked out of the window and a few moments later I felt a warm gush spread across the front, I think I was more embarrassed than her. When we got back Lucy went to the bedroom and I rushed to the toilet, when I came out Lucy was passed out on the bed wearing nothing but her bra and a very wet diaper. I reached into the overnight bag for my clean underwear and came across the second diaper, not wanting to waste the opportunity I helped her into a t-shirt then took the wet diaper off and put a clean fresh one on. We then got into bed and slept. I woke the next morning to slight shaking of the bed and wasn’t sure what was causing it, I slowly opened one eye to find Lucy with a hand down the front of her diaper playing with herself, she knew that she had to ask permission to play with herself when we was together so I quickly reached over and grabbed her wrist trapping her hand down the front of the diaper why she tried her best to remove it, she told me she was hungover and super horny after last night and she’d tried to wake me first but couldn’t. This earned her a 10 minute timeout, after some reluctance and complaint about a sore head she got up and went and stood with her nose against the wall which I was glad about as I didnt have the energy to do anything else. The silence of the room was broken with a loud hissing that seemed to go on forever, I opened my eyes again to see Lucy shuffling and the back of the diaper a little soggier then it had been “Damn it Lucy, have you just pissed in that diaper?” “Yes” “Why?” “Because I’m in timeout and I’m not allowed to move of speak and I was desperate” I knew this was a brat move but I couldn’t disagree, she had followed the rules although I knew she wouldn’t have pissed had she been wearing panties. “Well dont think you’re getting changed anytime soon young lady, girls who can’t control themselves keep their diapers on” there was no response to this, no protest, nothing. After 10 minutes she was released from her punishment and went and crawled back in bed, she tried to start some action but I was way too hungover but I knew she wouldn’t let up so I told her she could play with herself. She went to undo one of the tabs but I stopped her and told her she wasn’t taking off the diaper so if she wanted to play it would need to be in the diaper she didn’t want to put her hand inside so started to rub the front, this rocked the bed too much so I handed her the magic wand which she quickly went to work with, it was the only a couple of minutes before she let out a number of moans and grunts then climaxed before dropping the wand to the floor and winding her body around mine, the warm diaper pressed against my thigh. We woke a couple of hours later and Lucy offered to go get us McDonald’s to sort out the hangover, I expected her to get changed but she slipped on some leggings, a sweatshirt and jacket and left. I got up and got dressed and went to wait in the living room, when she arrived back I said 2 words that made her freeze in her tracks “Lucy could you come here please” She entered the room, McDonald’s in one hand and drinks in the other, no way to protect herself “yes, what is it” I went over to her “diaper check” Her face went red and before she knew it I’d whipped down her leggings, she was now in the middle of the living room, McDonald’s in hands leggings round her ankles and her diaper on Full display. I put my hand between her legs, it was warm, I ran a finger in the leg band, a mixture of piss and cum. “You’ve pissed in this diaper why you have been out” “I’m sorry, I, I, I…” “If you dare tell me you didn’t mean to I’ll put you on punishment for a month” “I’m sorry, its just so comfortable and easy and it makes my bits tingle when I do it” I was taken aback by her honesty “Well thank you for being so honest, if you like it that much you can stay in it for the rest of the day” “But it smells a bit now” “I dont care, you should have thought about that before you pissed in it, TWICE. As extra punishment there are no pants to be worn for the rest of the day, I want to see your diaper at all times” With that I took the food and told her to take them off, she came and sat on the sofa next to me with nothing but a sweatshit and diaper on. She filled it numerous times that day and by 6pm, almost 30hrs since the first diaper I finally released her, both diapers where at the point to burst and once she was cleaned up we had an amazing night. She told me the humiliation and panic had been like no turn on she had ever had. Chapter 2 Following the night at the cinema the dynamic of our relationship had changed, although I initially leant towards a submissive tendency I was now the dominant person in the relationship 90% of the time and although Lucy did switch occasionally it was only for a short time. Diapers were still being incorporated into our play and although we had gotten a little more adventurous they were still not a regular thing although Lucy was playing the Brat role much more often during any aspect of our lives and would often stamp her feet and roll her eyes when she couldn’t get her own way which often resulted in spanking and corner time. She also took to wearing more child like attire when going out to the mall or shops. One thing that had changed as we got more adventurous with our kinks was that we now occasionally attended a fetish club in the city, it was a place where we could be around like minded people and discuss different desires without being judged and Lucy had made some friends that she looked forward to seeing. We had been to the club on several occasions and after the third or fourth visit Lucy began to hint at wearing a diaper on our next visit, she wouldn’t ask outright and I knew that she would be expecting me to mandate it so she could protest but we both knew she would be more than happy to wear one. As the club was in the city we stayed over for the evening at a hotel 10 minutes from the club, on the morning of next visit I found Lucy packing an overnight bag and knew this was the chance to start the adventure. I told Lucy that she must pack diapers for the club, overnight and the following day for the car ride home, as was normal Lucy protested until I told her she was going to get one hell of a spanking if she carried on and although she blushed I caught the ghost of a smile as she turned away. The drive to the city took around an hour so once the bags were packed we set off, we had been on the road for less than 20 minutes when Lucy told me she needed to use the restroom, I smiled and told her to just go to which she explained that if she did it would be all over the seat. I cursed to myself, I hadn’t told her to wear a diaper on the trip to the hotel and she was clearly already descending into her brat mode, it was my own fault so I couldn’t be mad although I was sure she had done it on purpose. Eventually we reached the hotel and had a few hours to kill, we went up to the room and had some fun before I left Lucy napping why I got ready, once done I woke Lucy and told her I would meet her down in the bar when she was ready but I was sure to remind her about the diaper before leaving. I had been sat at the bar for an hour before Lucy arrived and we still had time to grab a drink before ordering an Uber, I had checked the area as Lucy was walking over and as she sat down I asked in a voice loud enough to make her panic but not loud enough for anyone to hear if she had remembered the diaper, her head spun to make sure no one had heard and she went bright red before giving me a playful slap. Lucy had decided to wear a dress that was tight around her body but ruffled out slightly around the waist, a pair of stretch leggings and sneakers, I tried to catch a look at her butt and thought the outfit hid her diaper a little too well and as the dress was almost down to knee level planned to make her take the leggings off when we got to the club. We had a drink then ordered an uber to take us to the club, Lucy seemed unphased by the journey and as we got out at the club I took Lucy by the arm and told her to go straight to the toilet and take off the leggings, she stammered at the reality of that and tried to plead to leave them on but it wasn’t negotiable, we were in a club with people in all kinds of fetishware so she was hardly going to stand out. I went to the bar to order drinks, it didn’t take long before a stroppy brat was stomping towards me, the lack of anything covering her legs and only wearing a ruffle dress and sneakers made her look a lot younger and the pouting face and stomping did nothing to help that. I handed Lucy a beer and she eventually calmed down, I told her the dress still hid the diaper well but she should watch how she sits, she rolled her eyes then spotted a familiar face and went off to chat as did I. I’d seen Lucy leave the table she was at and met her as she walked across the floor and headed to the bar, she was a lot more relaxed now and we chatted and laughed and drank. A little while later a woman approached us from Lucy’s side who neither of us had met before, she was around 5ft 10 and around 180lbs with a pvc dress and boots on, both myself and Lucy said Hi but the woman only said Hi back to me and without looking at Lucy she openly said “I think she may need her diaper checking, I could see it as she lent across the bar and it looks ready to burst” Lucy didn’t know where to look and for a moment neither did I until Lucy told the woman to shut up and go away. I’ve always been very keen on manners and immediately told Lucy that she was out of line and would pay for that later, I apologied and explained that Lucy was a brat. I reached over to Lucy and put my hand under her dress, I could feel the heat coming from her red face as i gave her a diaper check infront of this woman and the club although no one batted an eyelid, sure enough her diaper was soaked. Unbeknownst to me Lucy had bought a different brand of diapers to our usual Tena Slip plus and these were thinner and much less absorbant. The woman was still stood behind me “have you brought spare diapers?” I shook my head, “Lucy doesn’t usually need to change with our normal brand so I rarely carry spares” The lady then introduced herself for the first time “I’m Auntie Angela, I look after adult babies, luckily I never know when I’m going to run into one of them so I always carry a few spares in my bag” the woman reached into her bag and handed me a very thick diaper with a very childish Teddy bear print on. At this point Lucy spoke up again, this time with a mixture of fear and anger in her face “I’m not wearing that, I’m not a baby” Then, for the first time the woman turned to Lucy “you behave like the brat, you get treated like the brat” Lucy was stunned “now, are you going to let your daddy change your diaper or would you like me to do it? You won’t be the first brat I have dragged across this club for a diaper change” Lucy looked at me with panic in her eyes and I knew I could push the boundaries a little “well Lucy, which is it to be?” She froze then with a look of resignation and a little relief she said “you”. I thanked Auntie Angela and she handed me a card with her details and pointed me in the direction of a disabled WC with a changing bench. As Lucy lay on the bench and I pulled up her dress I could see that we caught this just in time, “why are you not wearing your usual diapers?” “I just wanted something a little more discreet for tonight” “Well, discreet almost left you with pee in your sneakers, its a good job that lady spotted it” at this Lucy went more red to the point that she looked like she had sunburn. As I unfolded the diaper Angela had given me I couldn’t help but realise how bulky it was, it was far bulkier than any diaper we had used before and the pattern wouldn’t be out of place on a babies diaper, Lucy had also noticed “Please don’t make me wear that” “And what else do you suggest you wear? You’ve got no adult underwear and because you wasn’t honest we haven’t brought a diaper change. Lift up your bum” With some reluctance Lucy did and I slid the diaper under her, luckily there was a range of wipes in the restroom so I gave Lucy a wipe and suddenly realised that this was the first time I had changed her in public, the thought was a little arousing and I could tell as I wiped Lucy over that the experience hadn’t been as traumatic to her as she had made out, in fact it felt like quite the opposite as she shuddered as I went over her clit with the wipe. I pulled the front of the diaper up and although it was extremely bulky it was a perfect fit, I fastened the 4 tapes with only a little readjusting then told Lucy to stand. I was amazed at the bulk, there would be no way Lucy would be able to walk without a slight waddle, I pulled the dress down over the diaper and let Lucy take a look in the mirror, it was clear she was wearing a diaper and we had no chance of getting her leggings back on. as she tried he best to hide the bulge with her dress I checked in with her and asked her if she wanted to leave, she said she was afraid people would laugh at her but I assured her no one would care at which point she took a deep breath and said she needed another drink. We stood at the bar and Lucy kept looking around to see if anyone was staring then 2 women started to come towards us, Lucy shifted trying to get her legs as close together as possible but only succeded in crinkling louder. As the girls got to Lucy one said “Is everything ok, we saw Auntie Angela over here and thats never good” Lucy’s eyes widened “You know her?” “Almost everyone knows her, she helps to deal with submissives that are getting a little bit above their station. Did she diaper you?” At this point Lucy’s head was swimming “What do you mean” asked Lucy “Well we knew you was wearing tonight and Auntie Angela has a reputation of dragging people off for a diapering, Claire has had it twice for getting too drunk and obnoxious” Claire nodded. “I can tell you’re in one of her special thick diapers, its hard not to tell.” At this point Lucy looked shocked “She’s done it to you?” “Yes, she’s a nanny for ABDLs and thats her way of putting non ABs in their place. It’s no big deal, there’s probably 10 people in this club right now that have had her treatment” suddenly Lucy looked relieved “So did she diaper you herself?” Asked Claire. Lucy moved her feet and looked away so I stepped in. “No she gave it to me and I did it” " o well Lucy at least it was your boyfriend, thats a relief. Now what do you want from the bar" Suddenly Lucy lost all the anxiety and was back dancing and drinking with the girls albeit with a very cute waddle, I even caught Lucy later in the evening lifting up her dress to show Claire the pattern on the diaper. Around 1am a called an uber, both Lucy and myself were tipsy to say the least at this point and it seemed like Lucy had forgotten about the waddle that she had and the extremely thick diaper between her legs, as we left we saw Auntie Angela who smiled at the state of Lucy and asked if she was enjoying her new diaper, Lucy blushed and smiled and we carried on. As the uber arrived Lucy seemed to suddenly come back to her surroundings and as I jumped into the car she tried to get in as stiffly as possible to reduce the crinkle, she kept her body as still as possible during the ride but her hands kept wandering to my croch, the driver wasn’t interested and didn’t notice the crinkle or the wandering hand but by the time we got back to the hotel I was suitable aroused meaning we both tried to get out of the car as discreetly as possible. When we got back to the room Lucy pushed me onto the bed and before I knew it she had taken unzipped my pants and had my member in her mouth, it didn’t take long before the fireworks erupted. I quickly regrouped and dragged Lucy to the bed where she fumbled to lift up her dress before going for the tabs of her diaper, I slapped her hands away and reached to the side of the bed where the wand still lay after our earlier fun, at 1:30am it sounded like a jackhammer but the beauty of a wand is that even through an extra thick diaper it does its work quickly and it was only a few minutes before Lucy exploded. Eventually she found the strength to stand and remove her dress, she was now stood in the middle of the room wearing only the diaper and it was now that I could see just how big it was against her slender body. She let me admire the view for a moment before asking if she could change into one of her own diapers, I looked and noticed that although the Teddy bears were faded they were still visible meaning that the diaper was wet but it still had a lot of life, I knew Lucy wasn’t a night time wetter so, much to her annoyance I told her no and to come to bed. Due to the number of drinks she’d had she didn’t argue too much and as we cuddled she quickly fell asleep. I woke in the morning to the sound of the shower, the diaper was lay on the floor as Lucy always did, she was like a teen when it came to leaving her underware all over the floor. I smiled as I noticed that the bears had now completely gone meaning she had wet at least once more before taking it off, the shower stopped and after a moment Lucy stepped out in nothing but a towel “Good morning sleepy head, I’ve been up almost an hour. We only have 90 minutes before checkout so we need to grab breakfast and pack” she went to her bag and pulled out some underwear “excuse me young lady, I would have another go before I put the Teddy bear diaper back on you” Lucy blushed and argued that she didn’t need a diaper for breakfast only for the car ride home but I disagreed and with a slam and a bang she put the panties back in the bag and pulled out a diaper and went back into the bathroom to dress. When she came out it was impossible to tell she was wearing but I was fine with that this morning, I dressed and we went down for breakfast where I poured Lucy a large glass of Orange juice and two large glasses of water and told her that she needed to make sure she was hydrated. We ate and went back to the room and I could see Lucy starting to fidget but neither of us said anything, I made sure we left the room 2 minutes before checkout as I knew there would be a queue and as we were waiting in line Lucy went from fidgeting to almost dancing then to a beetroot red and stood still trying not to catch anyones eye, I turned to her and quietly praised her for being a good girl and wetting her diaper. On the way to the car and as we got in I kept asking if the diaper was OK and if it was going to leak, I knew it wouldn’t but it was fun asking. As we drove home I saw the telltale sign of Lucy wetting as she went through her phone looking at pictures and answering messages to her new friends. We spoke about the previous night and how much fun we’d had and then I approached the subject I’d been building up to “I know you had a good night in the end last night Lucy but we still need to talk about your attitude towards Auntie Angela, I told you last night I needed to deal with that” she looked at me like a naughty child that had thought I had forgotten, she waited a moment before responding “are you going to spank me and give me corner time?” I thought for a moment “not today but as you seem to be so addicted to your phone I think you can message auntie Angela and apologise for your attitude and thank her for the diaper you seemed to love so much” I knew it was coming but I didnt expect the anger “I’m not saying anything to that woman, she tried to humiliate me in front of the whole club” we didn’t say another word on the rest of the journey. As we pulled up at the house I told her to go straight inside and wait in the living room, as I entered i removed my belt and she suddenly knew she was in for it " I’ll give you one choice, 25 swats with the belt across your thighs or one message" as easy as the choice seemed to me she genuinely looked unsure even though she had cried after 15 swats previously. Eventually I saw the resistance drain out of her “I’ll send the message” We unpacked and Lucy got into more comfortable cloths ( a onesie, shorts and a T-shirt along with her diaper) and sat down with me. I took the card from my pocket and entered the number onto a new message and handed the phone to Lucy whilst explaining what I expected. Lucy Hello Auntie Angela this is Lucy, we met last night and I wanted to say sorry for my attitude and thank you for my Teddy bear diaper, I loved it Lucy was mortified and said this was worse than any time out or spanking. I didnt think we would get a response or at the most a polite thank you but Antie Angela Thank you Lucy for your apology, it was a pleasure meeting you and it was great to see that you enjoyed your diaper, I saw you showing it off around the club to your friends. You are very cute and I would love to show you around my place some time. To my surprise they really hit it off and spent the rest of the day messaging each other like old friends. I hadn’t noticed the previous night but it turned out Auntie Angela was Latino making her auntie or nanny Angel, she looked after ABDLs and trained submissives. I decided to call Auntie Angela a little later in the day whilst Lucy was taking a shower, we spoke about what she did and she explained that Lucy was just adorable and she had really taken to her care free attitude. She told me how much she looked forward to seeing us at the club the next time we visited. Lucy and Angela continued to message and a few days later, on another night of listening to another fangirl view of Auntie Angela Lucy told me she would like to visit her on our next visit to the city, I said we would no doubt see her but Lucy cut me off and said she wanted to visit her in her workplace. I knew that we had a trip coming up and I also knew from Auntie Angelas website that her ‘place of work’ was an ABDL studio, I told Lucy that if that was what she wanted I was happy to allow it but that I would need to speak with Auntie Angela first… …TBC

I'm going to finish this book series, I swore to myself I would. If anyone stuck with me on the first two, here's the beginning of the third. So, let me explain... I, Rayne Griff I kept dragging on for the cute ABDL scenes although the plot was done, but to be quite honest, I hadn't fully decided if it was the complete end or not. After my hiatus, I decided to put one beast of a story to bed and begin writing the last one(Will it be the last? Who really knows, haha! Let's be honest here: are my story lines ever really over?). Anywho, any new people to the trilogy, catch up with the story down below! If you're looking for a futuristic, sci-fy story about diapers, a DD/LG love story, supernatural powers, robots etc. you came to the right place. I can promise it's more than what just meets the eye... ____ For those of you who are new to this story and looking for a good ABDL binge read, I encourage you to read I, Bot 404 {Book 1}. This is a sci-fy story with an ABDL twist. Bot 404 awakes in the Sequoia Airspace, the heart of intergalactic slave trade, and things seem off. Bot 404 learns slowly from other bots mistakes how to escape from being terminated. This bot finds that she isn't a bot, and something much more than that, a human. Through a train of memories, Bot 404, otherwise known as Rayne Griff, learns her past, and, eventually, learns how serious the present is. What the future must hold? Only she can decide that. Then, check out the second book: I, Rayne Griff {Book 2}. So you heard the story, huh? Think you know it all? Well, guess again. Rayne and Zane test their love through time in this second edition of I, Bot 404 where Rayne learn where her trust truly lies. More action? Yep. More diapers? Of course. More spankings? Unfortunately so for Rayne. Can she stay out of trouble this time around? You'll have to find out. ____ I, Grelda Orion Book 3 Chapter 1: Supposedly, Royally Pissed Off Equals PTSD “How do you feel today, Miss Griff?” Dr. Silvia looked up from behind her square glasses, her eyes constricting as they looked at me. We were on a first name basis, and, supposedly, this was a mental and emotional exam to decide if I was cleared or not to stay with the UGNF before being discharged. Winona said she’d grant me a psychological clearance before I officially left the Intergalactic Space Station. “Great.” I said, with a convincing smile. Dr. Silvia was mainly a human; however, her eyes gave away that she was part Amphibian which gave her special powers to be an empath and hear thoughts. She was one of the nicest Amphibians I had ever met but I was forced to do one full session with her before her diagnosis or lack thereof. I was fine, really, just a bit mad at Zane and trying my hardest to stay on the Intergalactic Space Station. I wasn't going to accept being discharged until all of my resources were exhausted. She scrolled through my chart on her dark glass tablet, “What issues or symptoms have you had since the event?” I blinked, “Uh, what event?” Dr. Silvia took a long look at me, her dark brown eyes fully dilating and she looked down, writing with her stylus quickly over here iGlass that had a privacy screen darkener inlayed on the tablet. “When Sid killed Zane and you revived Zane with your gift.” She said, setting down her stylus and clasping her hands on her light beige colored pants. I gulped, “I mean, no symptoms that I know of.” I shrugged, I didn’t feel much different. I wanted to keep going, to keep fighting a war that wasn’t over until all bots were freed and Nefareons weren’t in tanks underground. Dr. Silvia gave a warm smile with her small lips, “You can be open with me, Rayne. Anything you say stays between me and you. You don’t have to lie, because, as you know, I can tell.” Her eyes watched me carefully as I nodded. “I just don’t know why Zane would say I’m not emotionally stable. It’s an unfair statement because the Galactic Forces is my passion and without it, I’m nothing.” I said in a matter-of-fact way. Dr. Silvia cleared her throat, “Well, from what I’ve gathered, you haven’t been eating, sleeping, showering or taking care of yourself. Although, I know your relationship with Zane is a bit skewed from the norm, that disregards the fact that you haven’t been behaving as usual.” She spoke, with a platter of things that hurt to hear. I blinked, “I’ve been sleeping and eating, I just haven’t had an appetite is all.” I said, in defense. “Have you had any bouts of incontinence?” I gulped, looking down as I felt tears gathering, “You already know the answer. What’s the point of this?” She took a tissue box and angled it towards me. I shook my head at it and looked to her bookcase, trying not to think. Dr. Silvia spoke, “You requested a psychological clearance. Have you had any memory lapses?” She asked genuinely. I squinted my eyes, confused at such a silly question, “No, why?” “Some people dealing with trauma can have memory issues.” “I didn’t deal with trauma; if anything, Zane did.” I said, becoming agitated that she was acting like I was emotionally disturbed. I wasn’t, really. “And that’s why he’s deciding to take a voluntary leave from the UGNF for some time with you.” Dr. Silvia said with an encouraging smile, as if I should be happy about it. I shook my head, “This is ridiculous. What’s the point of trying anymore?” I said, crossing my arms and realizing I was getting nowhere with convincing her I was fine. “Rayne, what do you want from life?” To free all of the bots and Nefareons. “For yourself, not for anyone else?” I squinted, shaking my head, “That doesn’t matter.” “And that’s the reason why I can’t clear you. Even if you lied to me, I can’t because I feel that you’re not taking care of yourself and have destructive behaviors.” She stood, taking out her stylus again on her tablet, “I’m going to set you up with a trusted therapist on Hanna and we will meet again when your mentally stable and ready to come back, okay?” I rolled my eyes, “This is so fucking stupid. I don’t even care anymore.” I said, sullenly as Dr. Silvia opened the door and Zane was outside, sitting on the waiting chair. Zane stood and spoke with the doctor outside the room. I sunk down in the chair, not wanting to move. I was pissed. Pissed at Dr. Silvia. Pissed at Winona. Most of all, I was pissed at Zane. I could hear Zane in a low voice apologizing for my behavior. I rolled my eyes; he always acted as if I were the problem yet he was the reason why I was in this therapist's office in the first place. “Oh no, it’s fine. Agitation is a normal symptom of PTSD. She’s going to be going through a wide range of emotions and that’s completely okay. It’s interesting, your relationship dynamic, because it has been clinically proven to improve depression, anxiety and symptoms of PTSD even so I would encourage it when you two go back.” I squinted my eyes at her talking to Zane about our CGL dynamic and encouraging him. Ugh, I didn’t need that right now, not one bit. Zane peaked behind the door, “Come on Rayne, how about we get going, hm?” His dominating and coaxing tone hinting the sentence. I almost rolled my eyes. I gave him a long stare with a blank expression before standing and quietly trailing behind him out of the hospital floor. I was packed to leave, but I didn’t want to. Gemma hugged me when we got back and Zane told Gemma it was official that we were leaving, “Awe! I’m going to miss you so much!” She gave me a warm, long hug and I didn’t even hug back, I was still fuming. “I’ll visit, okay? You, Zane, Daryx and Eli are all leaving so I may just have to visit Hanna to see you all.” Eli and Daryx were going back to? I bet they were discharged for the same damn reason: Zane Vandore. Chapter 2: Safety is an Imaginary Blanket As we waited at the Intergalactic Space ships loading dock later that night, I had my hood over my head as I crossed my arms, foot tapping on the ground. Was I mad about the situation? Yes. Was I upset with Zane? Correct. Did I look like a child throwing a tantrum? Absolutely. Zane’s eyes kept floating over to me as he conversed with Daryx and Eli about some intergalactic anti-gravity ball game that was premiering over the weekend. I completely drowned them out, reflecting on all of my time at the Intergalactic Space Station, the place I envisioned myself at since a young girl. It was where I felt most at home, yet that was being taken from me. Walking amongst the best of the best in the UGNF on one of the highest floors of the massive Intergalactic Space Station was a dream come true, one I wish my mom could have seen. At least my dad, Red, saw it, although the whole calling him 'dad' thing may never stick... yeah, I think I'll just keep calling him Red. As I was, admittedly, grumpily looking across the food court down below where we waited, someone familiar caught my eyes. A pair of awkward green eyes behind glasses were looking at me, as if awaiting my eyes to find his. I looked at the hologram clock on the wall. Our spacecraft would be boarding in a few minutes… what did I care if I didn’t make it? It wasn't my choice to leave anyways. I got up, hesitating for a moment as I looked over to Zane engrossed in his conversation and shook my head, knowing this may be my last chance to see Calvin. As I began walking towards the escalators, I heard one of the flight attendants announcing my spacecraft boarding. “Group A, for Flight 828 United Intergalactic, please board in a single file line. Thank you.” Of course we were Group A and riding first class, which was stupid because the UGNF was just trying to kiss my diapered ass at this point for sending me home. “Rayne? C’mon, this is us.” Zane said as he stood, gathering our bags and suit cases as his eyes followed me walking away. “I have to do something, I’ll be there in a sec.” I grumbled, not even turning to see his face under my hoodie. “Rayne.” Zane said behind me in a calm tone… which only I knew meant I’d be in trouble if I didn’t listen to him. He already placed me in a diaper for the day from after my failed psychological evaluation for having an ‘attitude’. What else could he do? Spank me? Wow, so scary. I ignored him as I weaved through people towards the escalators to the food court below. I began walking quickly down the long escalator, squeezing past people to hurry. I met Calvin’s eyes as I met him near the stairway by the escalators. He took my wrist, pulling me underneath the bridge of the stairway near a self-service recycled water fountain. I blinked, realizing there was something going through his mind that was of a serious nature. I had never seen him hold such a serious gaze before. “Do you have your phone on you? Watch?” Calvin said, eyes searching mine. I frowned, Zane confiscated them so… “No.” I shook my head, confused at his odd questions. “They are watching you, Rayne. I know we don’t have much time and me just telling you this puts my life on the line but I felt the moral obligation to tell you: You and Zane need to get to somewhere safe when you go back, okay?” He said quickly, urgently. They? Did I hear that right? I shook my head, almost smiling, “Who is ‘they’ Calvin? And the UGNF is completely safe now, we caught most, if not all, of the Valorion Supremacy members in the UGN and sent them to intergalactic prison. And we’re going to one of their safe houses so we’ll be fine.” I said, shaking my head and brushing off the silly thought that we were still in danger. Maybe he hadn’t heard the news? A lot had changed since, after all. “The safe house is not safe. Nor is the UGN or the UGNF. Don’t go there, say you two are going on vacation. Leave, immediately, don’t tell anyone where you’re going. You provided them with something they’ve been waiting and searching for and now many people are in danger.” Calvin said, slowly, as if thinking carefully what to say and when to say it. I shook my head, “But who is ‘they’? I don’t get it.” “The S.S. Rayne, the fucking S.S.” He stared at me as I blinked back, confused. He said in a urgent hush, “The ancient Sequoian Society.” I frowned, blinking rapidly as if he were pulling my leg. I had heard of the Sequoian Society, one that had been alive hundreds of years ago in Valorion history books. The S.S. had paved the current laws and regulations of Valorion. They were what gave Valorion strict rules and regulations and were the greatest source of merciless reign, vindication and uncivilized power over hundreds and thousands of years. After the intergalactic slave trade got to all-time highs and began emanating to far places such as Earth and Orion’s Belt, the United Galactic Forces united to regain power over the galaxies. Many intergalactic wars later, the S.S. disappeared completely, and what was left was a new government in Valorion that had to change many statutes to still keep their intergalactic trades from embargo. However, as far as I knew and had heard from Zane, the Valorion Supremacy was the only black market, underground secret in the shadows of Valorion. I had never even heard of the ancient S.S. besides textbooks. The S.S. was something that was taught in every history class around the galaxies because of the enslavery of Zanthor and Saiph, ending in total annihilation of one ancient planet: Zanthor. The annihilation led to planets realizing it was time to set differences aside and create a force greater the the S.S. to deplete Valorion’s power and cease it’s immoral and cruel acts. Humanitarianism had no place with the S.S. and that meant they had to be overthrown. So after Valorion’s defeat, the United Galactic Nations swore to step in whenever necessary to protect the galaxies, hence creating the United Galactic Nations Forces. This was the sole reason why I admired the UGN so fondly because the Forces were the true protectors of the galaxies. Without the UGN, the galaxies would be in complete chaos. These thoughts ran through my brain and so many questions surfaced as I could hear the final boarding group being called above. I gritted my teeth, wanting to know so much more, yet I didn't have enough time. For the first time, Calvin hugged me, whispering quickly in my ear, “Your coordinates are real, don’t search them anymore. Anywhere. Meet me at the stroke of midnight at the training base, August 8th. I can take you there, trust me.” He pulled away, walking briskly past me and not looking back. I blinked, in a daze as I processed what he said… the coordinates were real? And, August 8th… that was in a month! How were we supposed to hide for that long knowing what I know?! Was this a joke? Or real? It must be, but nothing made quite enough sense. The only thing that did make sense: my mom didn’t write nonsense on a piece of paper. She wanted me to find her and Calvin was going to be the one to help me. I would go to the ends of the galaxies to find her, no matter what dangers may lie ahead.

Hi, hope you all are doing well and are in the best of health. I'm a little and I have created a store where I can express some of my creativity and also be able to support my little side too. Its called The Kinky Den, and its on Teespring. I've provided the link below along with some of the designs that are up on the store. I wanted the ABDL community to be able to have a store that has cute stuff and I try my best to cater for all. I've tried to remain as gender neutral as possible. With this store, all the designs that are up, were after the approval from my littleside, so I've tried my best to make them as cute as possible. Please do visit the store, if you see anything you like, please do purchase it as it motivates me to keep making these. The Kinky Den

I'm a Daddy type seeking a Roleplay partner who would play the LG in a DD/LG type RP. Absolutely has to be a female character you’re playing. I prefer longer, more detailed responses; a lengthy paragraph or couple of paragraphs each time. I would prefer doing it via private messages or Discord I tend to lean towards romance being an element in my RP’s as well. If a story involves her regressing or needing diapers as a result of some nefarious plot, I can play both the villain and a love interest. I guess bonus points if you're interested in a RP where the story involves the antagonist (my character) becoming redeemable and a love interest. My interests lie mostly in female characters who probably need diapers but aren’t into them yet (women having accidents or nearly having them quite frequently), and the RP involving them getting diapered by way of my character. Be it by their own will or being forced into them. I guess you can say my interests lie a bit more on the DL side than the AB side, but I’m not against regression being an element in the RP and it becoming somewhat AB-oriented as long as the regression is part of the story. Stuff I like in roleplays include humiliation (for the female character), women peeing, women pooping, and women farting, light bondage (being tied up or tying a woman up), hypnosis/mind control, somnophilia (sleep sex, being taken advantage of in my sleep or the other way around), reversal type scenarios, giving spankings, giving enemas, voyeurism/exhibitionism (spying on a woman), ENF (Embarrassed Nude Female) / CMNF (Clothed Male Naked Female), and others which I’ll try to come up with if you’re curious and ask. Here are most of my smutty interests: https://i.imgur.com/Pmbclfk.png That all out of the way, here are some Roleplay ideas. 1. High school student finds out his teacher has been regularly having accidents and becomes a Daddy to his adult teacher. Is it via blackmail? Is it because he cares and thinks it'll help her? The dynamic is up for discussion. 2. In the near future. She was in a horrible car accident when she was younger. Thankfully everyone survived, though damage to her spine and part of her brain left her body limp. That is until the magic of science created a software program and micro chip (or some other mumbo jumbo) that when installed into the part of her brain, allowed her full access to her body's movement again. When she's older, her brain chip gets hacked and she becomes susceptible to whatever changes her hacker puts upon her. Does he use them when she's stressed and becomes her Daddy to take the stress of her life away? Or is he a bad person who hacks her to turn her into his Baby Girl for nefarious reasons? 3. Hogwartz-esque school of wizards. One boy is a prodigy who decides to use magic to bend her will and bodily functions to his liking and becomes her Daddy. (Same basic setup as two but with magic instead of sci-fi) 4. A frustrated administrative assistant decides to get back at his bossy overbearing executive boss by sabotaging her morning coffee, breakfast, and lunches with long-term laxatives, diuretics, and muscle relaxers. When she starts having accidents, she's initially embarrassed. But the tables are somewhat turned on the assistant as she then asks him to start diapering her in the morning and changing her throughout the day as part of his daily responsibilities. She thinks what she's going through his temporary, but the longer it happens, the more comfortable she becomes, the more she enjoys it, and...the more he enjoys it. 5. Failing student has a secretly ABDL teacher who decides to let him pass or give him extra credit if the teen acts as her surrogate Daddy for a DD/LG fantasy she wishes to live out. 6. Woman who's secretly ABDL catches a boy she likes doing something that could get him trouble and blackmails him into becoming her Daddy. 7. Maybe a straight-up romance about a woman who has to wear diapers and is getting serious with a man she's dating who still doesn't know. Could be fun to RP a romance where she keeps it secret or gets found out and the two deal with her wearing diapers and changing her together. 8. Two best friends. Despite knowing seemingly everything about each other, she's always kept the fact that she needs diapers a secret from him. Perhaps she's liked him for a long time and never had the courage to ask him out because she's self-conscious about it. He owes her a huge favor. She grows bold and decides to indulge in her fantasy, and asks him to become her Daddy to make things even. His mind is blown and he doesn't know what to say but hesitatingly accepts knowing how much he owes her. The two grow closer and becoming her Daddy is oddly what makes the feelings she has for him no longer unrequited. Obviously some ideas are kinkier and smuttier than others, but as long as you are good with the disclaimer at the beginning, I'd like to hear from people. Send me a PM preferably, tell me what you like about the scenario or would like to tweak about it. Hope all is well!

Hello all. This is my very first post. It’s also my very first story. I’m absolutely terrified to be posting. But, writing stories has always been something I’ve wanted to do since I was in my teenage years when I discovered Dailydiapers. You can find this story in full on Wattpad under my same screen name “JustJilldoes” and I would be happy to post more chapters if it’s wished. I wrote this loosely based on some truth. I did have a relationship at one point that involved me being able to indulge in being a DL and experience being a Daddy. Most of the beginning three chapters did happen. But, names have been changed and obviously, this story was perpetuated by fantasy. I really appreciate any and all comments or constructive criticism. thank you and please have a good read _______________ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ _______________ Chapter I: Coming Clean __________________________________________ "What IS it?!" She'd been picking at the button on his dress shirt sleeve. This last time a bit more pressure was applied and Milo was certain another tug would pop the button clean off. He really wanted to speak up but, silence lingered. His deep sigh, the sound of the air conditioner whirring against her windowsill, and the fall leaves rustling against the concrete driveway were subtle background to the thumping of his pulse within his eardrums. Inside his mind, a million little voices were yelling and commanding him; Twisting his every thought of letting her know what he was thinking into an unbreakable submission. "I can't...today.." "That's the thing though...You totally CAN!" She sat up glaring at him with pursed lips and eyes narrowed. He chuckled and she dove into his chest with her hands in karate chop mode. He laughed, cackling as he tried to steady his clasped hands. He was staving her off the best he could. "Stop! I'm gonna....I'M.." He yelled a hyena's howl and dropped his full weight on top of her until his belly held her tiny waist pinned into the mattress. They laughed and eventually the air in their lungs began to refill simultaneously. "Okay." "You'll tell m-" He pressed his lips against hers without warning. She gave tongue back and lured him closer while slowly lowering her hand toward the zipper of his jeans. He loved her subtlety. As abruptly as he felt his zipper receive a tug, he pulled away from her kiss and solemnly stared into Claire's hazelnut eyes. "I will tell you." She squealed and jolted up in her spot on the bed, crossing her legs and strangling her pillow with a wide smile. He scratched his head and gathered himself. "Claire..this has always been here in the back of my head. It's not something that just...leaves your thoughts. The only reason I haven't brought this up is because...I needed time." She shrugged. "Time for what?" "Time to consider if you were the person I could share this part of my life with." "Are you a furry?" "What?! No! Wait..are YOU?" She laughed. "No! NOW STOP STALLING!" "OKAY." He drew breath slowly. "When you asked if I was into anything earlier...you know, like sexually...I didn't know exactly how to respond.." Milo took Claire's hand and held it in his own. Claire's eyes grew to the size of oranges building in anticipation. "Claire, no matter what you say or what your reaction is. I just want to know it won't change how you feel. I love you more than anything and we've made it four years now! That HAS to mean something right?" She nodded, suppressing her moon shaped grin behind her lips. "Milo, I love you. Unless you're a serial killer, I promise it's not going to split us apart. Just SPIT. IT. OUT!" He took one last breath and then smacked his lips searching for his words. "I want to be...your Daddy." Claire blinked. "Oh my god, you have a DADDY kink?!" "Well, not exactly.." Milo scratches the back of his head and wiped his brow. " I have a...a fetish..for....diapers." Claire's eyes narrowed. And then widened shortly after...before narrowing a second time. She chuckled to herself, bit down lightly on her knuckle, and then without warning stood on the bed and plopped down Indian style in front of Milo to meet him face to face. "Explain." "Oh god...okay. So when I was a kid, I was potty trained a little late. I mean, I wore a bib until I was four. There's photos and everything." "Yeah! I remember them at your parents house last year! Aww. Do you want to be baby?" "NO! I mean...well...I don't know, I guess I've never tried that. Anyways... it's more about the diapers.." "How so?" "It's sort of...it's more like... a sexual fixation. Like I love how they look on a girl and I love how they physically feel. Touching one." Milo ran his finger over Claire's thigh and rubbed lightly on her soft and smooth skin. "I don't mind wearing them but...for me, it's more about how I feel when I see girls wearing them. I mean..I've never seen it, you know, 'in person' and personally..I'm more just attracted to the idea of someone...like you...wearing one." Claire's eyes and jaw expanded outward in mild disbelief. "Huh..." Claire muffled as she truly took this confession in. Shock and pure curiosity flooded her blank stare. Internally processing everything he said in one moment and the next meeting milo's nervous gaze. Milo broke the silence. "I know it's fucking weird. I don't know why I'm turned on by it. But, diapers are the..the key thing if you will? Like, they are what I fantasize girls wearing. For most guys they think 'oh fuck, is she wearing a thong or nothing at all?' For me, I mean I don't mind thongs and bikinis but...Diapers.." Claire laughed and stopped suddenly. "I'm not laughing at you, just about what you said." "No, I know. I'm completely aware of how..strange this is. Honestly, I wish it was something different. I have no idea why I feel like this, but it's always stuck with me. There's no map for this Claire, it's just what I'm into." Seconds felt like minutes. Claire and Milo just sat there in silence until Claire spoke up. "And you'd wanna...be my Daddy? And take care of me?" Claire quizzed. Milo nodded and moved in closer. "Take care of you, rub your feet, hold you, cuddle you, bathe you..change you.." "Wait..so.. I would have to.. use the diaper?" "I mean..." Milo paused and clicked his tongue in anticipation of his next sentence. "That's more or less the idea but, I'm not just..trying to dive into this head first. I'd want you to be comfortable more than anything. I'm not asking you to shit yourself for the record! Not at all, I'm not looking to clean up messes like that because I mean, let's face it: adult sized diapers equals adult sized shits." "Ugh!" Claire grimaced at the thought. Milo continued. "I'm only saying that, if that happened: i would clean you up, change you, and do all the things that a daddy should do. And if you wore one, I wouldn't expect you to use it if you didn't want to." "Milo, let me get this straight: you want me to wet diapers, and crawl around like a baby, and stuff like that? I'm just curious...when are we fucking?! What part of any of this is sexual-" "Okay, listen! just forget it!" Milo stood up as if he were making for the exit but Claire was too quick and jumped in front of the door and sprawled her arms in the way playing defense astutely. "Milo stop! Let me finish my thought. What I meant to clarify with you before you backpedaled ever so quickly was: Do you plan on fucking me...in my diaper? Like is that what this leads to in these little moments?Do you just get turned on from the idea of caring for me and babying me to the point where you'll just...take control?" His eyes blinked. He didn't hesitate. "Yes." "Huh." Claire thought deeply. Claire turned back to the bed and slowly walked over and sat at the edge. She patted the mattress indicating for Milo to sit next to her. He nervously joined her. There was still silence but, Claire finally spoke up. "Milo, if I try this and.. I don't like it or.. it just isn't what I want or even maybe what you want..is it the end of the world if this whole..'experience' doesn't live up to your greatest expectations? Because, as you said it best: this is fucking weird man...I don't even know what to say but, Milo...I still love you. So fucking much. You are my favorite person, My best friend, my love and my only remedy for a bad day. I don't want to lose you either. And I'm glad you said that before unfolding all of this!! I know how it must have felt. I mean, maybe not to this degree but, I definitely know this wasn't easy for you to say." "No..it wasn't. It's terrifying. Like, I'm not gay but...this is something I've kept hidden." Milo sighed. Claire put her hand on his thigh. "You're heading home Friday right?" Claire asked. "Yeah, seven thirty flight." "So...give me the weekend then." Milo raised his eyebrow skyward. "You're going home to visit family. Just go get your head right and enjoy yourself and try not to think about this. Let me think about all of this and then..let's go from there. But, right now I need you to take a deep breath. And hold me." Milo, tears in his eyes wrapped Claire in a tight bearhug and kissed her forehead. She kissed him back passionately and brought her hand to his. "Milo, I love you and again: nothing, even this: changes how much I love you." Claire responded rubbing his back. He closed his eyes and sighed the deepest breath he could muster as he slowly realized it was over. He did it. The long agonizing anticipation of waiting for the end that would never come. "She loves me" he practically yelled internally. And this didn't ruin that. They chatted for a small while and slowly fell asleep in each other's arms wondering what the next few days would bring.

I'm a Daddy type seeking a Roleplay partner who would play the LG in a DD/LG type RP. Absolutely has to be a female character you’re playing, and I'd really prefer female RPers playing the role. Male RPers usually wind up using the wrong pronoun or something at some point and it kinda breaks the illusion for me. I'm not attracted to men. I'm sorry. If your profile says you're a woman and you're really good at playing one and not slipping up on stuff like that, then by all means lie to me. You have my permission. I prefer longer, more detailed responses; a lengthy paragraph at least, a couple of paragraphs would be more ideal. Story + Conflict > Slice of life I'd personally prefer third person, not a deal-breaker, though. I would prefer doing it via private messages or Discord. I have my reasons. I like romance in my RP's. I know below I've listed a number of kinks and smutty things, but I do like the smut to be romantically motivated or lead to a genuine romance. If a story involves her regressing or needing diapers as a result of some nefarious plot, I can play both the villain and the love interest. My interests lie mostly in female characters who probably need diapers but aren’t into them yet (women having accidents or nearly having them quite frequently), and the RP involving them getting diapered by way of my character. Be it by their own will or being forced into them. My interests lie a bit more on the DL side than the AB side. The RP can be about a woman regressing into an AB. I guess I just don't want the RP to start with her already in full AB-mode. Stuff I like in roleplays include humiliation (for the female character), women peeing, women pooping, women farting, light bondage (being tied up or tying a woman up), hypnosis/mind control, somnophilia (sleep sex, being taken advantage of in my sleep or the other way around), role reversal type scenarios (namely the woman starting out in a position of power over him but becoming more the submissive as he becomes more assertive), dressing women in sexy and/or embarrassing outfits, giving spankings, giving enemas, voyeurism/exhibitionism (spying on a woman), ENF (Embarrassed Nude Female) / CMNF (Clothed Male Naked Female), and others which I’ll try to come up with if you’re curious and ask. Here are most of my smutty interests: https://i.imgur.com/Pmbclfk.png You don't have to like most of those things to interest me, but consider them bonus points the more of them you're interested in. I have some RP ideas in previous topics I've put up here and a couple I haven't posted yet. If my list of demands hasn't completely scared you off yet, let me know either by replying to this post or via PM. I'd love to discuss something and brainstorm it together. Hope all is well, Buddy

Her breath was caught in her throat. Her sense of smell, her sense of hearing, her sense of touch... all felt impossibly sharp in the absence of sight and hearing. He had taken that away from her. The straitjacket was surprisingly comfortable. She felt safe in her predicament, laying on the couch in the living room. His living room. She could sense his movement around her, micro shifts in the air, changes in pressure. She tried to imagine him moving around, though she was distracted by the sound of her own breath, air rushing in and out of her nostrils as she forced herself to breathe again. Those last few touches had been intense, his tongue on her inner thigh. She was naked under the jacket, and she looked forward to being used by him. ...whenever he decided it was time. Every hole was aching for him, for his kiss, for his tongue, for his cock. He had used them all before, one way or another, and she was hungry for more. He had shown her new heights of sensuality, new ways to give herself to him. This was only their second time doing sensory deprivation, and she was loving it. The anxiety, the tension, that he could start in on her in some new place, some new touch. She moaned into her gag, the large rubber ball held tightly between her lips, as he dragged something - a feather? - along her legs, his lips pressing against hers just above the gag. There was something about a gagged kiss that was magical, his lips to hers with no choice... a perversion of a deeply romantic gesture. He kissed her lips over and over as she squirmed, the feather running up and down her thighs, coming oh-so-so close to her mound, dripping for him already. The straitjacket didn't have one strap through the legs like she had expected, it had two - one that went around each thigh, leaving her completely exposed. Aching for him. The headphones lifted - heavy things that blocked out all sound - and his breath was in her ear. "Are you enjoying this, my pet?" The words curled in her stomach, not butterflies but some serpent, dark and coiled - fear and helplessness and love, all mixed together. She was a pet to him, a toy, to be dressed and played with as he saw fit. And the reminder drove her wild. She nodded vigorously. "I have taken your sight, I could take your hearing again, I could wrap you in tape and take your touch." A fingertip parted her lips, dragging slowly through her juices. It took everything she had not to moan, she dared not interrupt him. "I can take everything from you. Do you like that?" A moan from deep inside her, from that serpent in her belly, came forth in lust and joy as she nodded again, her body shivering. She wanted him to take everything. "Such a good girl." The serpent preened inside her, tingles rushing through her, making her brain fuzzy. "I think I'll take something new from you tonight." She grinned like a fool around the gag. Nothing was better than new. He had showed her so much and she knew there was so much more to come. And that she would come so much more. She heard a plastic rustling, something retrieved from a bag? He adjusted her on the couch, lifting her knees until they were near her chest. She didn't fight, she didn't resist. She was a good girl, after all. "You're so wet... " She nodded, pulling at her arms just to feel again how helpless she was, how trapped she was, how inescapable it was. ...it wasn't, of course. She knew she could let out three sharp sounds or stomp her foot and he would stop. He was good about that, regardless of the reason. She was loathe to use it, however, preferring to see where he would take her - she had gotten in trouble for not using her safeword - or safesignal - before. The straps of the straitjacket loosened at her thighs and she felt disappointment rise within her. She whimpered and shook her head, trying to tell him that she didn't want out. She wanted him to fuck her in the jacket, to use her the way she wanted to be used. "Shh, shh. You're my good girl, pet. Trust me." She nodded, mollified. The rustling sounded again, closer. Right next to her. She felt him lowering her back down onto the couch, spreading her legs apart. He pulled something up between her legs, softness enveloping her nethers. "Good girl, good pet. Stay still for me." Confusion filled her as she heard the sound of tape ripping, as the softness got tighter around her. His hand pressed against her, a barrier between his fingers and her sex. Softness that was surprisingly comfortable, hugging her bottom. She whimpered again, grinding her hips at his hand, surprised at how good it felt. He chuckled, that sound of deep amusement at the antics of his pet. A gentle, condescending laugh, one of the many things she adored about him. The straps tightened around her again, the plastic rustling as he buckled the straitjacket closed again, crinkling as he pulled her to a sitting position and straddled her, running his fingers through her hair and kissing all around her gag. "Such an obedient pet. You don't deserve to be human, do you?" She shook her head, her lips brushing against his. His words were fire inside her. "You don't want control, do you? You want to be. My. Good. Girl. Daddy's good girl." A kiss punctuated each word, an entirely new thrill coursing through her. He had called himself that before and it brought a special tingle to her, one that was completely unexpected. She felt the blindfold coming loose as he climbed off of her. The world was shockingly bright, even though the lights in the living room were dimmed. And she found herself looking at an odd sight. A blonde woman on a couch, gagged, a thin line of drool coming from one corner of her mouth, her eyes clouded by lust. The pink straitjacket, holding her arms in a tight hug around her. And where she expected to see her exposed pussy, she saw a puffy, pink thing with ponies prancing on it, taped at her hips. Her eyes widened in shock. "Tonight, I'm taking something very basic from you, my pet." His fingers in her hair. His smile next to her in the mirror, gentle and domineering, so pleased with his toy. Her panic subsided at that expression, the strangeness of it all muted. "Tonight I take a basic bodily function from you. I take your control, which you just told me you didn't want, after all." She nodded as he brought the wand forward, buzzing to life in his hands. She watched herself in the mirror as he pressed it against the diaper he had put her in, the soft padding vibrating around her, a fold of the diaper working its way between her lips, buzzing with joy. Lust clouded her eyes anew as she found herself grinding against it. His free hand gripped her chin, holding her steady, his lips kissing her cheek as he whispered to her. "Keep watching. Be my good girl. Who's Daddy's good girl?" Me! She called into the gag, her sound meaningless but understood nonetheless. She felt the orgasm building inside her and she bucked, moaning into the gag. The vibe went dead and a whine of disappointment came from her as he kissed around her gag again. "Does my pet want more?" She nodded vigorously and was rewarded with her toy springing to life once more, drawing another long moan from her. He brought her to the edge again, stopping again and making her plead for it, wordlessly, helplessly, until she was half-mad. On and off, on and off, he edged her, goading her. Her hips rocked furiously in the diaper, desperate for release from the burning lust he cultivated in her. "Ah ah, pet." He kissed the tip of her nose, though her grinding didn't stop. "You're going to give up control for me, remember?" She looked at him, confused. What control do I have left? She had given everything, she couldn't move, she couldn't beg, she could only plead with her eyes - and he could take that too at his whim. "Let go and wet yourself, pet. Use your diaper for me." She hesitated, unsure, but a quick buzz, touch, and stop reminded her what was at stake. And she let go, her cheeks flushing deep red in the silence of the room, a soft hiss coming from between her legs. She felt the diaper expand as it absorbed her helplessness. "Such a good pet... " His voice was confidence, poise, control. Everything she lacked. "Such a good girl." He rubbed the warm padding with his hand, bringing a new feeling, an amazing feeling. "I'm going to reward you for making Daddy proud." The wand returned, familiar but entirely new. The puffy, soggy padding pressing against her, vibrating against her was a hundred times better than the dry diaper had been. An animal moan of pleasure tore from her as her bucking returned, grinding furiously, her back arched. The first orgasm came quickly, curling her toes and rolling her eyes - but he didn't stop there. He lowered the intensity as she rode the feeling, the glow rising inside her. And he spoke in those soft tones of complete ownership. "Good girl. Good girl. You don't need to worry about anything. You're my sweet pet and you'll always be rewarded for submitting to me. Such a good girl." She panted, laying dead against the couch as she glowed... before the vibrator came back with a new intensity, quick touches against the diaper, reviving her arousal anew. Her eyes widened as he worked the wand expertly against the padding, controlling her body with those touches just as surely as he had guided her arms into the sleeves of the straitjacket. And she came. And came. And came again, each orgasm fresh and special, a new depth to her submission. Soon, the vibe was being tied against her leg, her gag removed as she was shifted to a sitting position, her mouth ready to be used. She gave him all the tender attention, all the lust and vigor, that he had given her, worshiping him with her tongue. He was throbbing, his arousal at new heights, more turned on than he had ever been with her before. As he pumped against her mouth, his hands gentle but firm on either side of her head, a half-thought passed through her mind. Diapers. Who knew?

Chapter 1: The Potion Long after Voldemort’s fall there was always one thing that stuck with Harry Potter. One event, one period of time that would startle him out of sleep long after the trauma had faded, long after he’d learned to live with all he’d experienced. It was something he couldn’t speak to anyone about, and something he couldn’t forget. It happened during that last year, while they were on the run from the Ministry’s forces. Camping in the Weasley’s tent, carrying with them the Horcrux pendant. Harry and Ron had just had their argument, and Ron had disappeared, and Hermione and him had been forced to move on, disapparating, leaving behind any hope of Ron’s return. Hermione was angry with Harry, and he was angry with himself. They camped on a windswept rocky outcropping, and it was as cold as Harry felt. He went looking for more blankets, hoping he could shore up some heat loss, and maybe soften Hermione’s mood. He found some in a large chest, that like the Tent, and like Hermione’s bag of holding, was larger inside than out. Inside the chest was more like a shed, with shelves of supplies, and what Harry was sure was the Weasley’s other tent. Crawling in, he found blankets easily enough, but as he rummaged through them he stumbled upon some things — there were old soup cans, boxes of dry detergent, an old crate of muggle things (an electric drill, and some old board games), dusty looking candies, and a basket of toiletries. He almost didn’t give it a second look, but he saw that they were girl’s things — tampons, a packet of hair ties, flowery shampoos, and nestled down beneath everything, a packet of nappies. Well not nappies, Harry decided as he looked closer, they were Pullups. nighttime pullups, DryNites✫ brand to be exact. Harry stared at them for a long while, partly because he knew to whom these things must belong, and partly because it was a welcome distraction from everything else going on. The last time either tent had been used, had been for the Quidditch World Cup, and the Girls tent was where Hermione and Ginny stayed. These were Ginny’s things. Ginny’s nappies. The thought somehow made him feel closer to Ginny. He knew he should be embarrassed for her, but he saw her in his imagination, clearer than he’d done in months. Going to bed in the tent, slipping on the humiliating thing. Why? She must have a problem, a bed-wetting problem? Or else, an all-the-time problem? Regardless, this secret was his now. Something he shared with her. A bit of intimacy. He imagined her in them, as he slipped one out of the package. And he saw her body, mostly naked, as she pulled one up her legs. And then he saw her in the morning, somehow waking up beside him, and he’s reaching down, and saying: “Looks like you’re wet again, Ginny.” And she replies, her cheeks blushing to match her hair: “I’m sorry.” But he’d have none of it. He’d help her, tearing the yellowed nappy at the seams, and cleaning her most sensitive bits with a wipe. She’d lean into him, feeling safe, and happy, and taken care of. He wanted that most: to hold her, and take care of her. Without realizing it he’d developed an erection, and embarrassed with himself, he quickly returned the pull-ups and things to the shelves. With one last look he grabbed the blankets climbed out of the Chest, trying to make sure everything looked as he’d found it. As his feet touched the floor of the tent, he turned to Hermione, her nose in a book as always. “Did you know that chest is bloody huge inside?” He asked, but she only looked at him. Eyes bloodshot with tears, and her look answered for her. “Of course I know that Harry,” it said. “You’re an idiot.” If the blankets, left folded upon her bunk, had any effect on her mood at all it might have made things worse. Over the next day she hardly said a word, and left Harry almost entirely on his own. All there was to do was to look at books, and listen to the wind howling outside. Hermione would cry, sometimes, but she didn’t let him see it. She missed Ron. He knew she hoped, wished, prayed, that Ron would return and Harry wanted nothing more than for her to get what she wanted. And as if it had heard him (which should have been an enormous red flag) the answer appeared before him: in a book of potions. It all but fell open to the perfect spell, the perfect way to undo the damage he’d done, and bring Ron back; and looking at the ingredients it didn’t even look all that difficult, and it was topical, meaning all he’d have to do is put her in contact with it (It would have been a real difficulty to get her to drink a potion). They had a cauldron they’d mostly been using for heating soups, and nearly all the ingredients were food-like enough. He was also willing to bet that Hermione was so engrossed in both her book and her concerted effort to ignore him that she wouldn’t notice even if the recipe require a Bog’s Heart; she’d ignore even the worst smells or loudest bubbles, he was sure. Maybe it was the influence of the horcrux, or something else, but the whole time he was assembling the potion he couldn’t imagine what would go wrong. Through his bitter feelings and thoughts he couldn’t see his friend Hermione, and he couldn’t believe she’d want anything else than Ron. The worst that would happen is it would banish him, replace Harry with Ron, which was what he felt he deserved. Walking with the potion, holding it in a tea cup, as he moved toward her he knew what he wanted. It had hurt her so much to choose Harry over Ron — to choose the mission over... whatever those two were. He wanted to help her make a different choice, or remove that choice from the table completely. As he approached he made like he’d slipped, and “spilled” the tea on her lap. “Harry!” she yelped, jumping up, and all her anger welled in her. She looked at him, and he waited for it. Bracing himself for banishment, or punishment. She seethed, and shook, “Honestly, I wish you’d just...” she began, and he closed his eyes, almost afraid of what would happen next. But a moment passed, and when he opened them again she’d deflated. She looked at him sweetly, with all the warmth and pity pouring out on her face. She looked cute, and like she needed a hug. Normally he didn’t let himself think of her that way, but she also looked very pretty. He watched her, still half-hoping she’d say the right thing, or at least think it in her head. But then his eyes wandered down, past her house-coat to her soaked crotch, and without thinking he thought of Ginny’s Pull-ups. It did look like she’d had an accident, she did look like... “I just wish you’d get what you want.” Hermione completed her sentence and panic rose in Harry. He sat frozen, but after a long few seconds nothing happened. He’d mucked up the potion. They were safe. ✫DryNites is the brand in the UK, and debuted in 1994 (the same year as the quidditch world cup) at this point they would be plain white with just a DryNites/GoodNites tag on the back. Some notes on this... I did try to match JK's voice, and generally be british-y as much as possible so that it wouldn't be jarring, but I'm american, and I'm not going to kill myself to be perfect in that regard. Also, I'd prefer to use the word Diaper, but it just makes no sense. I tried to be as accurate to the books as I could as well, and I'm pretty sure my nerdy obsession with HP has helped there. I reread the relevant chapters, and I'm pretty sure I got it fairly close, and the timeline does (and will) make sense. And then as far as the tent I'm purposely going with the tent as represented in the books and the Goblet of Fire film. In Deathly Hollows the filmmakers decided to make the tent much more spartan, which I get, it fits with the mood, but would make it really hard for any of this to work. It also makes no sense. This is a good illustration of what I'm working with: https://www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=cjG7QP5IL8c Thank you so much for reading! I have more chapters in the pipeline I'll be posting on Friday!

Hi Everyone My name is Joe. Male, 40, DL, Daddy, Ddlg. Live in Dayton, Ohio. Found out at a young age that I really love diapers. Found all this abdl/ddlg kink a few years ago. Still love diapers. Now I also love the Daddy role. Really love this whole community and finding out what we all like and are into.

Hey everyone! I tried posting this story 3 days ago, but quickly found out that people discouraged the way I was posting the chapters up. I think I fixed the issues and hope everyone enjoys the story! Chapter 1 Chapter 1: Kayla was sitting inside of her office admiring herself in the mirror as she looked over all 4 feet 90 pounds of herself wearing her shortalls. She was the owner of Little Baby Tykes Daycare, but somedays she really felt like she was just another charge by how often she was mistaken as just another charge in need of care. She began looking up at the clock ready to leave today as the thought of another kink weekend began to give her goosebumps as she forgot to check who's week it was as she went over to her calender remembering that she had put her husband Matthew in the chasity a week earlier as she began remembering him squirming and pleading for her not to put it on him as she slipped it over his shaft and placed the lock through the loop sealing him in for the week as she patted him on the head and told him to be a good boy as she laughed. It seemed like there kinks were increasing every week as she remembered back to the last time it was her turn and she had to dress like a puppy for a week and she remembered how hard it was to explain to her co-workers that she was trying to do something nice for the kids and began praying that she wouldn't end up eating and drinking from a bowl watching as the clock on the wall was only 5 minutes until she could leave. Kayla looked up as she heard a knock on the door watching as the door opened and her friend Martha walked in with a smile on her face. Martha looked at her friend/Boss asking if she was ready for another weekend of kink as she laughed from the excitment. Kayla began shrugging as Martha looked down at her friend asking if this was about what happened earlier as she shook her head telling her that it was already her turn and she dreaded being on the other side of glass as she looked at Martha as she told her that she was so lucky to have a husband to play these games with and that she needed to enjoy having these weekends with him. Kayla looked at her friend as she told her that she was right and that it seemed so tough having to work all week and then come home to be humiliated, but knowing deep down inside it excited her to be humiliated as she closed her legs feeling herself getting wet from the thought of being taken into public during her kink weeks got her excited. Kayla looked at the clock as it hit 3 pm and got up from the desk and watched as Martha got down to her level and the two gave each other big hugs as Martha told her she would see her tonight as Kayla nodded and headed out the door. Kayla began to think about the incident at lunch as she walked outside to her car. She knew it was Friday and was doing some cleaning in the back when she found a cute pair of shortalls with the words "Baby Girl" on the bib as she took them into the bathroom locking the door as she stripped out of her dress and heels slipping it over her as she admired herself in the mirror wondering why it was hanging so loose in the crotch as she looked in gasp seeing there were buttons for easy diaper changes as just for fun she buttoned them up and as she buttoned the last button she looked up as the door opened and her newest teacher Leona saw her and picked her up asking how she had gotten out away from the class as she picked her up and carried her out the door running right into Martha who was able to save her from the embarrassment as she reached her car and began to drive home. Kayla pulled into her garage and walked inside still wearing her shortalls knowing she was going to get crap from Matthew as she walked into the living room to see her husband looking at her beginning to laugh asking what happened. Kayla looked at her husband and told him to go ahead and get it out chasity boy as he quickly spoke up telling her he only had 5 more minutes and then it would be her weekend baby girl. Kayla looked down at her husband watching as the clock rolled threw the next 5 minutes she pulled out her purse and grabbed a small set of keys as he pulled down his shorts and unlocked the chasity watching as her husband began running his hands over his shaft feeling delighted to be free. Kayla began breathing hard hoping she was going to be given something easy hoping she wouldn't spend another weekend as a puppy as she picked up the dice set in front of her and rolled it watching as it landed on "6". Kayla looked at her husbands eyes glow and began to smile as he told her that neither one of them had landed on a "6" yet as Kayla looked at there rules sheet going to number 6 labeled as "Fetish Wheel". Matthew looked at his wife and told her to have a great night as Kayla began to beg asking if she could watch him spin it and was quickly denied as he told her that she knew the rules. Kayla walked into the back bedroom and stripped out of the baby shortalls watching them fall to the floor as she grabbed one of her black dresses and a set of heels as she walked out there bedroom door she saw her husband smiling outside of there kink room. Kayla looked at his smile asking him if he had spun the wheel yet as he quickly shook his head telling her that he was waiting for her to leave the house as they both turned to see the door opening as Martha entered the home. Martha stared at both of them in the hallway wondering what kinky game they were going to play this weekend as she walked down the hall and looked at both of them asking what game are we playing this week. Kayla looked at her friend telling her that she is under a new category and that she had pulled the fetish wheel. Matthew stood there still smiling asking both girls if they were ready to go as he ushered them both out the door so he could find what game he was going to endour on his wife this coming week as he pushed them out the door and began walking back towards the room. Matthew opened the bedroom door forgetting how large the room was looking at the large wheel labeled with all types of different fetishes wondering what his wife would be playing this week as he gripped the giant wheel and began spinning it watching it as it began to slow down as it finally stopped he looked at the word never seeing it before labeled as "Infantilism".

Welp, I'm back. After some time, I've decided that it's time to begin posting again. I must warn you all: I'll be posting once a week as of now. That may change dependent on my schedule but, once finals week is over since I'm in college, there may be more than one post a week... I'll see how this goes with the post schedule but I'm going to try my very best to stay consistent. For those of you who are new to this story, I encourage you to read I, Bot 404 {Book 1}. This is a sci-fy story with an ABDL twist. Bot 404 awakes in the Sequoia Airspace, the heart of intergalactic slave trade, and things seem off. Bot 404 learns slowly from other bots mistakes how to escape from being terminated. This bot finds that she isn't a bot, and something much more than that, a human. Through a train of memories, Bot 404, otherwise known as Rayne Griff, learns her past, and, eventually, learns how serious the present is. What the future must hold? Only she can decide that. Anywho, the plot thickens and I've read your feedback of excitement for more chapters and... Without further ado, I present you all with two chapters to start your conspiracy theories, hehe. Please, write feedback, theories, or questions you may have!:) I, Rayne Griff | I, Bot 404 Book 2 Chapter 1: Welcome to My New, Boring, Life in Kirkland, Hanna I tapped my fingers on my desk, sighing as I watched the clock. I glanced at my watch and rolled my eyes that I still had two hours to go. “So. Fucking. Stupid.” To say I was bored with my new job was an understatement. It had been a few months since I was reassigned to Hanna as an officer at the Kirkland Galactic Forces Headquarters. My job was useless. I looked through files all day, trying to find inconsistencies in galactic identification cards from other galaxies. Super easy. Also, super lame. A bunch of stamping, a bunch of stapling, a bunch of scanning. Then, I go home. Every day the same as the last. I almost wished I could be a bot again, at least that was more interesting. All day long I go through about fifty or so files and I find about two or three fraudulent cards. It was actually harder to spot that one would think. Burton Cheeseburger was a real name. When I first saw his file, I had honestly flagged it because I thought the name was a joke from Earth. Apparently, there was a whole lineage of Cheeseburgers. Crazy, right? Of course I got written up for flagging the account. Being written up has probably been the most exciting thing that has happened to me these past four months. As I do my 9 to 5 job I can only imagine all the interesting things Eli, Gemma or Zane were doing right now. Gemma was doing an undercover spy assignment on Zenon. Eli was still on the Intergalactic Space Station with Zane doing who knows what. Zane still visited a few times a month with some type of Intergalactic Space Station ice-cream or some babyish souvenir. I was so jealous of all of them. Here I was, back in Hanna, exactly where I didn't want to be. Lucky me, right? My eyes were becoming weary as I stared at a long case and rested my cheek on my hand. I felt my eyes, slowly closing at the rhythm of my clock on the wall ticked, almost undetectable to the human ear. I jumped up quickly as I heard a knock on my door. My devil of a manager peaked her head in, “How many cases did you complete so far?” Jaimie’s light blue eyes narrowed down to me. The best part about my new assignment: Jaimie was my supervisor. Great, right? She knew things I wish she didn’t and she hadn’t changed much since school. Still narrow-minded and gets under my skin. Sure, we had come to an understanding by the ending of the academy, but that didn’t mean we’d be friends…Ever. “I can guarantee more than Gantree.” Gantree was about to be reassigned for his poor speed with going through our identification queue. Jaimie gave a fake smile, “Funny.” She paused, hesitating before speaking, “You can go home early. I have to send someone home since the UGN is cutting funding for our correction officers from the new contracts for assignments.” Wow, Jaimie sending me home early? That was nice of her, considering she usually sends Gantree home first. Maybe she’s getting the hint that I stopped giving a shit about my job. Even with my lack of care, I still did a better job than Gantree. I crossed my arms, leaning back in my chair, “New alterations? What did your dad change?” I saw a glare flash over Jaimie’s face, “It doesn’t concern you.” I flashed a smile, not even slightly intimidated, “Come on, I just want to know a sliver of what’s going on up there. After all, I haven’t given you crap for the 4 months I’ve been down here.” Zane hardly told me anything. He’d give me cover stories, even though I knew he was lying, just trying to make me feel like I was in the loop. Jamie shook her head, looking crossed as she stood at my door. She stepped in, closing the door behind her. She sat down on my desk, sighing, “Supposedly, the people they sent out to Sequoia went missing.” Weird, she was being nice today. Maybe she found a boyfriend and was finally getting laid. Glory be. “Missing? Don’t they all have trackers?” I asked. I knew that they were sending officers to Sequoia as bots and had been successful for a few months thus far. I honestly had not heard an update about the first batch of officer turned bots until now. Jaimie rolled her eyes, “They’re not all as lucky as you, Rayne.” I shook my head, shredding the file I had. Jaimie grabbed my wrist, “Promise me that you won’t go rogue if I tell you something.” She had a serious tone as her eyes met mine. I had never seen her so serious before. She hardly even looked at me since I began working under her. This sudden change in attitude was odd, off-putting. Was there something serious that had happened? I rolled my eyes, “It’s me, Jaimie. I’m always rogue. Out of all people you should know that.” I pulled my wrist away and rubbed it from her surprisingly cold grip. Her eyes looked sad. Weird, did Jaimie's eyes hold a trace of...sympathy? “As much as I dislike you I feel like you deserve to know what’s going on up there…” She looked down hesitantly, then meeting my eyes, “Eli is missing too.” Chapter 2: Kept Deep In the Dark I shook my head, “Wh-“ My mind began racing with thoughts. Not Eli, that can’t be right? “What?! How?” I stood up, feeling energy pulsing in my body. Anger really drove it up a notch. She shrugged, “I don’t know the details. All I know is he went on a mission and never came back about a week ago or so.” “A week?! Are you kidding me?” I placed my hands behind my head. Was that why Zane didn’t visit last weekend like he was supposed to? Not even Zane could tell me that. Why was I so much in the dark? Did Gemma even know? Jaimie said as she walked to my door to leave, “You can’t freak out, Rayne. I didn’t tell you anything, it’s top secret information, okay?” She shook her head, “God, I probably shouldn’t have told you that much.” She was like her dad in that way. She couldn’t keep secrets just like Red. However, she was also a bitch and I still couldn’t believe Red and Jaimie were related. I drove home, feeling my fingers twitch. I couldn’t and didn’t want to imagine where Eli was. If he were still alive. If he were being tortured. A dark shiver went through me and I tried to let it go, even though it felt like I had already lost a loved one. I wasn’t scared, but fear ran through me for him. He looked mighty, tall and tough, but I knew he was soft to the core. Only me and Gemma knew him after all. As I pulled into my driveway, another car was parked. Zane’s. Of course, perfect timing per usual. I turned off my ignition and rested my forehead on my steering wheel, attempting to gather myself before yelling nonsense at Zane. I felt betrayed by him. He had to know, yet I heard it from Jaimie. Maybe he came here to tell me. There must have been more to the story and he wanted to tell me in person, right? I walked inside the house and Zane was on the couch, watching the intergalactic news. He got up, walking towards me as I threw my bag on the floor, “Hey, babygirl.” His strong arms gently hugged me as my back went rigid. I needed to calm down, bigtime. I was about to go off and, if it weren’t apparent in my last tale, Zane wasn’t the best person to go off on. “Hey.” I said, standing there awkwardly. “What’s wrong?” Zane pulled back, immediately noticing my lack of embrace as his blue eyes looked me over carefully. I blinked up to him, searching his eyes for honesty. His eyes were concerned, as if I just got a boo boo from falling on the ground. Great, I already could tell how this day was going to go. As much as I loved Zane, there was something lacking in the past four months. He was warm, loving and affectionate, but there was a noticeable distance to him. It was almost as if he babied me to escape ‘adult talk’ as I call it. I wanted that adult talk. Sure, I liked being babied, but I also was his girlfriend and the babying was only a part of the relationship. Our communication had been lacking a lot since I regained my memory. The only things he’s told me is that his brother awoke and was going through rehabilitation from his coma and little bits and pieces about how he’s been training new elite officials on the Intergalactic Space Station. I shook my head, taking off my jacket and throwing it on the couch with a sigh, “Jaimie’s just a bitch.” I said as I sat back on the couch, crossing my arms. I was lying, but I wanted to see if Zane would tell me what happened. Part of me wanted to see that Zane was a good boyfriend. Part of me wanted to test my theory that Zane had been lying to me for some time now. “Mm? What happened now?” Zane still stood near me, looking down. “She wrote me up on Monday.” I said, sighing. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell me on our call Monday night.” Zane was questioning me now too, “What did you do?” He said as if I were in trouble with him now too. Well, fuck, I didn’t want this to turn into me getting a spanking. I looked up to him innocently, “I accidentally flagged an intergalactic file that was real.” I quickly explained, “But I’ve heard of other coworkers who have done that multiple times and never gotten written up yet, only warnings.” I shook my head and shrugged, “That was my FIRST time and she wrote me up.” “Was calling her the b word necessary?” He cocked his head at me as he looked down. He was intimidating as he stood there. I blushed as I looked up. I frowned, “No, probably not.” Zane chuckled, switching the subject, “I’m going to make spaghetti for dinner. You should take a shower and wait in your room for me.” He said as he walked to the kitchen, not waiting for a response from me. I shook my head, my jaw tightening. He was acting like everything was normal, as if my best friend weren’t in danger or dead. Maybe Jaimie was just pulling on my leg? Maybe Eli was okay? Or maybe I was dating a pathological liar? Well, fuck. I don’t think Jaimie would joke with me like that. She’d cruel, but not that cruel. She wouldn’t lie about something to that extent either. I didn’t move, calming myself with slow breaths as my fingers tapped. “That wasn’t a suggestion, Rayne, it was a command.” Zane said across the living room in a stern voice. He looked over to me, “Did you want me to give you a bath?” I rolled my eyes, getting up and walking briskly past him. I couldn’t look at him, I was pissed. If not for Jaimie, how long would I have been in the dark for? I could barely look at Zane right now. He grabbed my wrist as I passed him, “Rayne.” His voice was like a growl, ”What’s with the sudden attitude?” I clenched my fist, feeling sudden energy in my palms. “Let go of me, Zane.” My voice cut the air like a razor as I met his light blue eyes with a glare. “How about I give you a good spanking and a bath?” Zane cocked his head at me, his eyes unwavering. I blinked, calming myself down as I tried to take a step back and he pulled me towards the dining chair. He let go of my hand and I looked at my wrist after his iron grip held it. Before I knew it, my bottom was on fire. My jaw was clenched for a few minutes as I was too pissed off to even cry. A few more minutes passed and I broke as I began crying. I was crying because Eli was gone. Not to mention, I didn’t know the person I was dating. What was Zane doing now? Was he really a trainer again? I didn’t believe any of it anymore. I just couldn’t. I sat in the tub as Zane poured water over my soapy hair. I met his eyes with my puffy ones from the recent spanking, “How was your weekend?” I wanted to poke, to see if he would show any evidence to prove that Jaimie was lying to me. I wanted to believe Zane wasn’t hiding something that important from me. He couldn’t. We patched up our lying issues months ago, we agreed upon having a more open relationship with communication. There was no way we could retract, right? He took the sponge in the water and went over my back in concentration, “They needed me to train the new elite squad before they were sent on a long mission.” His blue eyes met mine with a smile placed on his face as he said, “Stand.” I stood as he took the bath sponge up my legs and my breathing hitched. He didn’t linger as he quickly cleaned between my thighs and went back down. Ugh. He was such a tease, never giving me what I wanted. I switched my thoughts to his face after he spoke. I watched his face, blank. Fuck Zane. I want to believe that you’re true to your word, so badly. Don’t lie to me, please. “Oh, so that’s why you couldn’t come home.” I said, sullenly, acting as if I didn’t catch him in a lie. “Well, Daddy’s going to be here for a few extra days so he can make up for being gone.” He said, as he looked up to me with bouncing eyes, yet there was something behind them. They were careful, hesitant, yet lying. He turned away from me, going to grab a towel as I gulped, holding back my anger that reignited towards Zane. He patted me down with a fluffy grey towel and wrapped it around me, picking me up in a scoop. Zane brought me to my nursery and laid me down on the giant changing table. The mat underneath me squished softly as he set me down. He pulled out a thick white fluffy diaper and I blushed. He never pulled out thatdiaper unless he really wanted me to feel little. I raised my hips and legs up as he slid the soft diaper underneath me. Powder was sprinkled on my princess parts generously and patted around. The diaper enveloped around my bottom and was taped snugly. I suppressed a smile, although the feeling of a fresh diaper made me tranquil, beyond the level of content. I still wanted to be grumpy, but being treated like a baby always had a way of nudging me into a state of happiness. Like nothing else mattered and I could be myself, knowing Zane would take care of me. It was a feeling I couldn’t put into words. The love I felt just by looking into his eyes. The bond we had. It was unexplainable, but, although I was mad with him, I still wanted to have our time together, to be babied and loved. I missed it, as much as I hated to admit it. Zane pulled a light purple onesie over me, snapping it at the crotch and helped me into frilly white socks as I sat on the changing table with my feet dangling. “There, there, someone must be feeling better now, hm?” His eyes traced mine as he looked to my lips and then spoke, “Oh! How could I forgot your paci, babygirl?” He turned and went to my dresser. I don’t think there was anything more that Zane loved then choosing my outfit and accessories. I didn’t even care what I wore. If it were up to me, I’d just be wearing his shirt and a diaper but he alwayshad to take it to another level to make sure I felt like a baby. He came back over to me with a purple pacifier with a little monster face cartoon on it. I blushed as he clipped it to the pocket of my pencil pocket of my onesie and plopped it into my mouth. He picked me up from my armpits and placed me on his hip as he walked over to the kitchen, setting my down on the counter. I wanted to curl up in blankets and hide under a pillow I felt so little. My feet dangled as Zane cooked, singing to himself as I watched him shaking noodles into boiling water. I turned my head and opened the cabinet, wondering what was inside. Admittedly, I hardly cooked. I liked to just pop in portable meals into the vaporizer we had in the house. I pulled my legs up to my chest, pivoting to face the cabinet as I curiously looked at all of the spices and powders. Oregano, paprika, cinnamon, protein powder, and NutriSqueezes. I closed my eyes, Eli popping into my head. The last time I had a NutriSqueeze was when he gave me one. I was trying not to think about it, but it hit me, hard. I couldn’t grit my teeth with a pacifier, so I suckled it angrily as I rested my forehead on the shelf. “What are you doing looking into the cabinets, little one? You’re going to fall like that.” Zane said as his hand was on my back. He turned me around as I tried to look away from him. “What’s wrong baby?” He looked concerned. Was my face that easy to read? God damnit. I pushed him away from me as I jumped off the counter, spitting out my pacifier and ripping the clip from my shirt. I threw it on the ground next to his feet, “Why didn’t you tell me about Eli?” He gave me a confused look as he crossed his arms. “That’s not nice to throw your paci on the ground, Rayne.” He was scolding me, instead of addressing the issue. I stared at him as I crossed my arms to match him, waiting for an explanation. He turned around, stirring the meat sauce, and then turning back to me, “How do you know about that?” My jaw tightened as my voice chopped the air, “That doesn’t fucking matter. What does matter is the fact that you withheld information from me that’s important.” Zane’s face went blank, unreadable as he looked me over. I felt my face go red as I realized I looked like a bratty toddler and was just cursing. “Drop the attitude and I’ll tell you why.” He cocked his head as I saw a slight smile on his face he was trying to suppress as his eyes lowered to my midsection where my diaper was. I blushed further. I rolled my eyes and huffed, “Maybe if you didn’t lie to me then I wouldn’t have one.” I spit fire back to him. His eyebrows rose, “Maybe someone needs another punishment.” He said, slowly, as he met my eyes. What other punishment could he give me? Another spanking? Oh, soscary. “Or maybe you should just leave.” His eyes blinked, changing from challenging to pained. “Rayne, stop.” He said, loudly. I blinked, feeling his dominant side coming out to end this argument completely. I felt myself suddenly feel little and a bit scared of this side of Zane. He was instantly cold as he picked up my pacifier from the ground. A few moments of silence followed as he ran my pacifier through water and I sat at the kitchen table, looking at the wood pattern in the table. I was suddenly intimidated by Zane as I sat there, waiting for him to warm up, but I think I accidentally pressed a button on him that I shouldn’t have. He came near me and kneeled by me, clipping the pacifier on my onesie again and letting the pacifier dangle on my shirt. I was surprised he didn’t place it in my mouth again. I frowned. He went back to the food, quietly fuming. Zane placed spaghetti in front of me with chocolate milk in a sippy cup. I blushed, well I guess I was still getting the baby treatment. He sat down in front of me and I still wasn’t done, I pushed my food away from me, “I’m not hungry anymore.” I said, sourly. “Eat, Rayne, we’ll have adult talk after, if you’re good.” He said with an even tone as he read on his phone, not looking up. Oh, he was mad. I huffed, deciding to go with it and ate my spaghetti. I was hungry; I just was mad and didn’t want to appease Zane by eating. After I ate and Zane went to clean the dishes, I drank the chocolate milk. I didn’t want to drink it in front of Zane so once he walked away it was the perfect timing. I loved chocolate milk with spaghetti. Zane knew me well enough. Even though I was mad at him I couldn’t pass drinking my favorite liquid with spaghetti. Zane spoke as he dried the dishes with a towel, “I didn’t want you to find out about Eli. I know how you are, and you like to act on things irrationally, and I didn’t want any chance of you doing that.” He looked over to me, catching me in the act of drinking my milk, after placing the dishes away. He stifled a smile as he sat at the table with the towel in his hand, “I want to protect you as long as I can from terrible things like that. I don’t want you to ever go through what I went through when my brother was gone and, unfortunately, I still failed.” He said, with pain in his eyes. My eyes narrowed to him, “You have this pattern of trying to protect me from things that are inevitable, Zane, and I don’t know how much longer I can go on with dating someone who I can’t trust.” I said coldly. Zane’s eyes flashed in hurt, that one must have stung, “There’s some things I can’t tell you because of the business were in, Rayne, you know that better than anyone.” He said, as his fingers trailed his chin. He was right. I was the thing that most people outside of Hanna and the Intergalactic Space Station didn’t know about, after all. I frowned, “I just wish you were honest with me on the things that involve me.” Zane nodded, “You’re right.” He paused, and I rolled my eyes when he continued, “But I’m going to need you to not have temper tantrums every time we have a serious conversation.” He always needed the last word. Always. Later that night I was in Zane’s lap as we watched a movie together in our room. I nursed my pacifier as I cuddled into him and met his content eyes. He winked at me and I looked away. I hugged Rhorf to my stomach as I looked down at my clothes. Zane brought my blanket over us as I nuzzled my head into him chest. Fifteen minutes into the movie Zane was asleep. I looked over his face, eyes closed as his mouth softly breathed in and out rhythmically. I wanted to think the highest of Zane. He did care about me and maybe he hadn’t told me in fear of my reaction. Or maybe Zane had a bad week and didn’t want to tell me the news about Eli. I knew Zane had lied to me in the past, but I thought we were past that. I still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. My stomach growled as I laid there. I sighed, quietly crawling away from Zane as he slept and off of the bed. I silently walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I waddled to the kitchen, opening the fridge door. As the door opened a jar of pickles fell out of the side door. I internally cringed and froze as I watched the jar in slow motion fall, shattering into several pieces as it touched the tiles. Green pickle juice flowed everywhere over the floor, including my sock. “Fuck.” I whispered to myself, taking off one sock. I stood there for a second, waiting for Zane to wake, waiting for my impending doom. A few more seconds passed and I didn’t hear anything from the other room. I sighed in relief as I turned on the faucet and wet a towel to clean off the glass on the floor. A moment later, everything seemed off. I stared at the water coming from the faucet, as it froze in time right before my very eyes. I squinted in confusion at the water. My finger touched the water, as if it were a sculpture that shouldn't be touched. My finger became wet and a droplet came off of the still stream. I cocked my head, completely confused. The air felt still, silence followed the room. “It’s time, Rayne.” I jumped, turning around quickly, “The FUCK?” I met glowing yellow eyes through the darkness of the kitchen.

I'm a Daddy type seeking a Roleplay partner who would play the Daughter-type or LG in a DDLG type RP. Absolutely has to be a female character you’re playing. I prefer longer, more detailed responses; a lengthy paragraph or couple of paragraphs each time. I would prefer doing it via private messages but I have a RP going in the forum at the moment, so I'm not against that if that's what you prefer. I tend to lean towards romance being an element in my RP’s as well, so just putting that out there. My interests lie mostly in female characters who probably need diapers but aren’t into them yet (women having accidents or nearly having them quite frequently), and the RP involving them getting into diapers in some way, shape, or form. Be it by their own will or being forced into them. I guess you can say my interests lie a bit more on the DL side than the AB side, but I’m not against regression being an element in the RP and it becoming somewhat AB-oriented as long as the regression is part of the story. Other things I like in roleplays are humiliation (for the female character), women peeing, pooping, and farting, light bondage, somnophilia (sleep sex, being taken advantage of in my sleep or the other way around). I very much enjoy role reversal type scenarios. In this case, probably a woman in a position of power over my character either taking something submissive like being diapered and making it more she’s the one controlling him, OR slowly having the tables turned on her and finding herself dependent on him. Giving spankings, giving enemas, voyeurism/exhibitionism, ENF (Embarrassed Nude Female) / CMNF (Clothed Male Naked Female), and others which I’ll try to come up with if you’re curious and ask. Here are most of my kinks: https://i.imgur.com/Pmbclfk.png If you PM me, let me know what you’re into, what you’re not into. I don’t need to have all of my turn-ons included by any means, so no pressure if there are things you’re really not comfortable with. If what I’m putting down interests you, then below I’m going to have a handful of RP scenarios for you to choose from. If you’re interested, send me a message with the RP you chose as the message subject, and we’ll discuss things. Doesn't have to be verbatim one of the scenarios, could be an idea you came up with that you think I might like, or a tweaked version of one of mine, or a combination of two or more of them. If I get one scenario going, I might turn others down who come to me with the same RP scenario chosen. Discussing the RP before just starting RPs is probably the way to go. Here are the scenarios: 1. Cranky Boss: A high-ranking executive businesswoman, probably the daughter of someone even higher-ranking, goes to great lengths to deliberately make her new shy personal assistant uncomfortable because she has so much fun watching him clench up. However, when her ‘pranks’ start involving diapers and having him change her, she finds herself softening up and no longer doing it for the reasons she started. Is she falling for him or just enjoying the pampering and diapers more than she expected? 2. Bully-Turned-Daddy: A meek high school girl with a reputation of running to the girl’s restroom every time she needs to go…finds herself being diapered by a bully. She can’t take the diaper off herself, thanks to some super glue the bully utilizes in the tape of the diaper, so she has to embarrassedly report to him at the end of the day so he can remove it and give her her panties back. An unusual romance develops however, when the bully ends up becoming an unexpected Daddy figure in her life and the diapers (as well as someone she can talk to about these issues) wind up being exactly what she needed. 3. Baby Girl’s Trusted Sidekick: The city’s beloved superheroine has a rather unusual origin story. Her bodily fluids and solids actually depower her, weaken her, and at their peak build-up, make her a regular ordinary woman. Unfortunately, the substances within her have chemical properties that are harmful to the world around them and can only be handled in a, undergarment made of material fabricated specifically for her that, regrettably, she can’t physically handle herself for Kryptonite-esque comic book reasons. Her often overshadowed partner, often ridiculed as merely her ‘sidekick’ by others, has to be the one to clean her up and pamper her in order for her to be as effective as she is. Will this secret ever be revealed to the public? Does the sidekick become more than just a sidekick to her? 4. Private Tutoring: A rather kinky teacher with a lust for showing herself off finds herself a boy in her class she thinks she can have a lot of fun with. His eyes linger whenever her short skirts flutter a bit, and he shifts a bit in his seat when she stands right beside him at his desk with her panty-less, miniskirt-covered crotch is mere inches from his face. Being a psychology teacher, she knows full well this boy is struggling to keep his grades up because he clearly is attracted to her, not that it bothers her in the slightest. Private tutoring just gives her more opportunities to have fun with the boy, and even test out some of her more out-there kinks. She’s always wanted to freely wet herself in front of someone, and how naughty to do it with a student who would never turn her in? Surely that’s bold enough, but she keeps going further, until the day comes when she’s having him change her diaper for ‘extra credit.’ 5. Not From Around Here: Whether she’s from an alien race that can look human or from some Wonder Woman-esque land outside of average society, this woman finds herself exiled from her people and naively trying to understand the world she now has to live in. Where she comes from, they’re more open with their bodies and a lot of the things typically done behind closed doors are done more openly. She bumps into a man with a womanizing past, admittedly trying to better himself, who takes it upon himself to try his best to help her adjust to the new world around her. Seemingly no longer can she walk around without any clothes on, relieve herself wherever she stood, or pleasure herself whenever and wherever she felt the urge. She might not need to get used to toilets however with the freedom diapers still provides her. Sometimes it’s a dream come true to have a beautiful open woman roaming about the house, while other times she’s a handful. Can he make it work? A few more ideas I had to get creative juices going. Happy Thanksgiving to my U.S. friends on here. 6. Cursed: A bratty popular girl pisses off the wrong roaming spiritualist. This gypsy woman places a curse upon her head, which the girl initially writes off. When she wakes up in the morning however, she finds herself diapered. Cruel prank? Apparently the cruelest, she can't get the diaper off! Nothing seems to work, not even scissors or tearing it away. She has to go to school, however, so she does her best to hide it. Finding the gypsy woman after a rough day at school, she is told the only way the diapers can come off is if the person she's been the cruelest to grants her the kindness. A boy she's always picked on, whether because she kinda likes him and doesn't know how to show it or because she genuinely felt he was lesser than her, turns out to be the key to this curse. She can't take the diaper off, but he can! All seems well until the next morning, when she wakes up with another diaper on. With the gypsy woman nowhere to be found, she finds herself having to seek him out for the embarrassing task of removing her undergarments. Curses are never simple, however, are they? She doesn't even realize the curse gets more complicated as time goes on. Will the curse ever be broken? If so, how embarrassing and vulnerable will she have to be before it is? Will she grow a newfound appreciation for the boy she's mistreated along the way? 7. Novice Wizard: Being a novice at a school for magic-wielders in training is pretty tough. What's even worse however is when a rival of hers is one of the best and uses his mastery to make you look rather foolish on a regular basis. At any given moment she can suddenly start wetting herself and be completely unable to stop the flow of her bodily fluids, no matter where she is or who's nearby. After a number of such incidents occur, it becomes harder and harder to tell if she's still the victim of a prank from one of her rival's spells, or if something is genuinely wrong with her. The diapers he puts her in without her even realizing seem necessary if they weren't so humiliating. If only she could get him back! But how could she? She spends so much time being on the defensive for such cruel pranks, she doesn't have time to master spells the way he does. Will she ever surpass him? Or is she doomed to be the school baby girl against her will? Or maybe the story goes in a completely different direction, and an unusual romance develops between them. 8. Guy on the Train: She had always heard stories about what goes on during crowded subway commutes, but she was never warned about the kind of thing that happened to her. It started like how she was warned: a guy standing behind her getting a little handsy. He lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down and completely off. A living nightmare. Suddenly, something soft was being pulled up her calves, knees and thighs. She was now wearing something cushiony underneath her skirt. Before anything made sense, the man was gone, and she had reached her stop. It was a diaper. But why? Why diaper a woman on the subway? If she still had her panties, she would've changed back into them at the nearest bathroom, but instead she had to wear the dang thing home. She found herself pondering it more and more. Another commute, it happens again, only on the way to work. Seemingly the same guy, only now she has to wear it all day at work, and on the commute home later. The commute home gets worse...does he want her to USE it? Why does he want this? Why her? Will these questions be answered, does it go in a story-driven direction, or is it just a weird couple instances? 9. A Superheroine Humiliated: A superheroine's arch-nemesis (or perhaps just a new villain on the rise), is on the loose: The Humiliator. His name doesn't really describe his abilities but more his M.O., how he leaves the police officers who try to foil his petty, immature schemes. Unfortunately, he's too much for even the mightier superheroines, and your character finds herself puzzled by how quickly and easily he's bested her. Before she knows it, she's being forced into a diaper in front of a crowd of citizens and law enforcement. If that's not bad enough, what he did to her during that time has seemingly caused her to have accidents in her day-to-day life. Despite how embarrassing as it was to be diapered in front of people, she finds herself needing diapers. The only person with answers as to why she needs them seems to be her new-found nemesis. Does he turn over a new leaf and help her, will she always need the diapers, or will something else come of their future encounters? Depending on how she feels about the diapers as time goes on, the RP could go in different directions. 10. The Eccentric Billionaire: Your character gets a job as a cleaning lady for a rather reclusive billionaire. He's very particular, however, and has had a lot of employees steal from him in the past. And since he doesn't want the bathrooms she just cleaned to be soiled or dirtied after being cleaned, he insists she doesn't use the bathrooms while on duty. His solution? Her work dress code involves her wearing a diaper all about the house. And being forbidden from using the bathroom means she must use the diapers. He feels the need to inspect her before she leaves anyway, just to make sure she's not leaving with anything of his, so she finds herself in the odd position of being changed by him during the day. He has a lot of food to eat in the fridge during her breaks, but there's something off about how they taste, and she can't help but wonder that she desperately needs to go to the bathroom the longer she works there. Is it possible her food and drinks are laced with muscle relaxers, diuretics, and laxatives? Would her boss really do that? Despite his eccentricities, there's potential for an odd romance here I'd be curious in exploring if anyone's up for it. 11. Blackmailed Teacher: A high school teacher finds herself struggling to hold in her pee and bowel movement while watching over a lone student in detention. She had been warned not to leave him alone for a second as he was very wily and not to be trusted. When she approaches the boy and tells him she needs to step out for a second, caving and deciding to leave him alone despite the warnings she had been given, she discovers approaching the boy was the biggest mistake she'd make. Rather than letting her go to the bathroom, he pulls her pants down/skirt off in a single motion, and the sudden jolt of losing clothing is enough for her to let loose right in front of the boy. Things go from bad to worse when he's quick enough to whip out his phone and get footage of it recorded. The image of her with her panties on full display to him at the start of the video would give people cause to believe an attempt to inappropriately seduce her student only resulted in a rather embarrassing accident. He of course won't share the video but only because he has humiliating plans for her to have more accidents in the future and become his Baby Girl, diapers and all. But as long as none of them are revealed to the other students, it's all worth it, right? Right?

hello everyone! im Liv! I’m from Michigan and I’m looking for a daddy! if anyone is intrested please email me at erwino2018@gmail.com. I’m 18, a current high school senior and I’ll be studying biology in the fall at a state university. I love to sing and dance, as well as color, fish, and anything outside! I look forward to getting to know you :)

Gabriella, short name Gabby, is a 12 year old girl who is entering high school. But that's not the biggest kicker cuz she's not just entering high school at merely the age of 12 going on 13 but she is going to school in Japan. The reason she is entering high school early it's because her entire life she has been home home-schooled and her parents found a little program where she could go to school for a year in Japan and stay with a Homestay parent. For a long time Gabriella has been talking about wanting to be a Japanese idol singer so this could be a real opportunity to her. She is currently at the house of her home state dad Kenji as the program leader is explaining something to him that she can't understand because she has no chance to learn the language love the country. But she is also facing another problem she has not had the chance to go potty all day and she is currently Crossing her legs. It was an 18 hour flight just to get here in the bathroom on the plane looked too disgusting to use the bathrooms at the airport look weird and it was a 4 drive to get here. So she is bursting. In the car on the way here she had to let a bit of it out but she let out too much and she is sure that her what skirt was seen and she has to pee even more now

My little (age 2)

I've been in a DDLG relationship with my husband for a while now and we both absolutely love it. I use pacifiers and sippy cups and i dress in piggy tails and "little" ish clothes. I really want to try wearing diapers because I think I would love the feeling. But I have no idea how to bring it up to him. What should I say? I'm not sure that he'd be into it. I just don't want to make him uncomfortable. :/ any advice please? This is really important to me and I don't know how to talk to him about it.

I was introduced to a friend of mine’s daughter a couple weeks ago. Her father and I are work buddies. Shes quite intrested in me, and I am with her. Taking things slow at the moment and seeing where it goes. The other night her and I started talking about kinks and , SHOCKINGLY!!!!!!, she’s into Dd/Lg. To meet someone who basically openly admitted that she shares the same kinks as me left me speechless. Just wanted to share my great news. Our relationship has just started, so there isn’t much more to report on. I never thought that this would happen, and I couldn’t be any more excited about seeing where it goes.

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Hiya guys! So out of curiosity for conversations, possible future meet ups and what not... Who's all close to the central valley and laces like Dinuba, Tulare, Fresno, Sanger, Madera, and so forth?! Let's all sound off, say hey, or just let us fellow friends know that we're near and dear. It's a big world for us littles and other people out there!