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  1. nannyheatherABDL


    Hi everyone. I am a pro mommy in the NYC/Tri state area that has been involved in abdl for over 10 years. Trying out the sites, I have heard good things about dd. Hope to talk to some of you soon!
  2. Taken from The ABDL MedFet Book 6, here is a little story about the power in dominance, the passion in passiveness and the patience in a patient. Part One “Hiya, Erin!” Charlotte said, putting her purse down in the nurses’ station, having arrived a bit early for her night shift - this to the surprise of her daytime counterpart, Erin. “You’re a bit early. Aren’t you?” Erin said with a smile, finishing her last bit of paperwork for the day and filing it away. “Well, yeah,” Charlotte admitted, sitting next to her. “But I wanted to hear about this hunky new guy in room 77 you were texting me about. Greg, I think you said his name was?” “Greg Townsend,” Erin confirmed, getting out his paperwork to show her. “28, white male, 5’10”, 180 lbs. He was admitted about an hour ago, brought straight from a car accident. Injuries include: bruised ribs and possibly torn stomach muscles … and yes, he’s a hunk.” Charlotte smiled, knowing how easily Erin would go weak in the knees for some of the more handsome patients left in her care. For the next week at least, Charlotte and Erin were going to be seeing very little of each other. They were also going to be seeing very little free time as they would be working 12 hours shifts each day. Normally, a third nurse split the job three ways for them. But that nurse was on vacation and with several other nurses in the wing being pulled away for quarterly training seminars that were taking place that week, Charlotte, Erin and all the others who were still there were going to be there quite a bit - the hospital saving on labor costs by not scheduling extra help for the 7th floor of St. Ignatius Hospital. Presently, Erin was covering 7am to 7pm and Charlotte was taking the other half through the night. But they would switch in a few days to allow for a little bit of human life to be shared between the two of them. Charlotte picked up Greg’s incoming paperwork and read, with wide eyes, about the accident he had survived. “Patient was struck by a female driver who was driving well above the speed limit. Patient had no time to react and when she hit his front bumper, his car went up in the air and landed on its side. His seatbelt kept him strapped to his seat, but it wretched him all over the place. And this was how his ribs became bruise as well as how his stomach muscles may have become possibly torn. Degree of the diastasis of the recti muscles to be determined.” “How did he survive this crash? His HPI reads like a horror movie,” Charlotte exclaimed, continuing to read the detailed a gruesome account. “And is the other driver alright?” “It’s a miracle he’s alive,” Erin said with sincerity. “The other driver is in much worse shape, but she was admitted to the ER at the same time he was brought in. I haven’t heard about her condition since. But I was told she was on her cell phone when the crash happened.” Charlotte scoffed. Oh, did she loathe things like that - accidents caused by the preventable carelessness of others. As a no-nonsense kind of person, she was thusly a no-nonsense kind of nurse. But it was Erin who kept her grounded to remember the human element in their work. Erin, on the other hand, was the overly-caring type. She was also a bit of a worrier. But she had learned from Charlotte to double-check herself while not second-guessing herself. Together, they balanced each other out, making a more complete pairing. Charlotte kept a close eye on Greg that first night, as she would have done for any newly-admitted patient. But despite his vital checks every hour, it wasn’t until the 4am check that he finally stirred awake. “Hello?” Greg said with a groggy voice, the lights in room 77 being kept very dim and only showing Charlotte as a silhouette until she walked up to his bedside. “I assume I’m not dead.” “You would assume correctly,” Charlotte said, Greg seeing her last name on her name tag. “Webb?” he asked, still quite groggy - Charlotte checking all three bags of IV fluid that were hooked up to quickly be changed out for him … an indication that his injuries, and therefore his pain, was severe. “I don’t suppose your first name is …” “…It is,” Charlotte said with a knowing grin, having been asked that same question more times than she could recall. “Charlotte.” “Charlotte Webb,” Greg said with a groggy smile. “My mother named me after the character,” she admitted, recording information on the laptop on her rolling cart. “Well, don’t feel too bad. My father named me after his favorite football player,” Greg said, grimacing a little. “I don’t suppose you could crank up the pain killers.” “Not without permission. But doctors will be in to see you in the morning,” Charlotte answered. “On a scale of 1 to 10, where 10 is extreme and 1 is mild or non-existent, what is your current pain?” “I’ve always thought some of the questions asked of hospital patients were ludicrous. That one right there is my favorite,” Greg said with a slight laugh, then cutting himself off from all further laughter as it only worsened the pain he was feeling. “Put down … 7. But you can write the word excruciating right after that.” “Most people just tell me 10,” Charlotte said, recording his answer. “Most people embellish. They will say whatever they think will get them more drugs,” he replied. “The real pain is mental, not physical.” “What do you mean?” Charlotte asked, his first impression showing him to be more than just a hunky-looking guy. “Well, tomorrow morning, doctors will come in here and tell me that I need to rest up while I am hospitalized and then they put all sorts of sleeping medication in me. And I will, in fact, go to sleep,” Greg said. “But then I will constantly be woken up for a list of various reasons, though I’m supposed to be resting.” Charlotte smiled, laughing at his response. How true it was. “How long have I been here?” he asked. “8 hours,” Charlotte said, still smiling at him. “It’s about 4am.” There certainly was a little something more to him than his handsome jaw line and strong build. Rarely did Charlotte ever take to her patients, but Greg was different. She just wasn’t sure how yet. “The girl who ran into me … is she okay?” he asked, a genuine sense of worry in his voice. He obviously knew how bad the accident had been. “She was admitted to the ER the same time you were brought here,” Charlotte answered honestly. “I don’t know anything more about her.” Greg closed his eyes, a bit of concern coming over him. “How long have I had this IV in my arm?” he asked, seeing his right forearm connected to the bags hanging behind him. “9 hours,” Charlotte replied, finishing her current check on him. “IV was first started for you when you were placed in the ambulance to be brought here.” “Before you leave, I’ve got to tell you something,” he said, stopping Charlotte in her tracks as she turned back to listen to him. “I have a weak stomach. I’m serious about that. I’m not joking about … whatever damage my stomach has at the moment. When this IV is taken out of my arm, I will begin to throw up repeatedly.” “Okay,” Charlotte said, not seeing his statement as being alarming. “I apologize in advance if it’s you who has to clean up after me,” he said with honesty. “It’s not gonna be fun for either of us.” “That’s my job. Now, get some rest,” she said, rolling her cart over to the door but then turning back one more time to say something to him. “I’ll be back in two hours to wake you up again.” Greg smiled, then quickly fell asleep. --------------- The next morning at 7:15am, Erin rushed in for her shift. “I’m sorry I’m late,” Erin apologized, setting her stuff down in the nurses’ station. “Traffic was a nightmare.” “It’s alright. Catch your breath, Sweetie,” Charlotte said, taking a seat next to her. “You were right about our hunky boy in room 77. I can tell already that his physical movements will be scarce for a while. But he has a sense of humor about the situation. Here, come with me for a minute. I want to show you something about him.” They walked down the hallway to his room, cracking the door open and peeking in at him. “He has been laying in the exact same position all night, flat on his back with his arms at his side,” Charlotte said. “Most patients do that, but he is doing it naturally. This position of sleep can lead to back pain, but he is smart enough to know, even when sleeping, that a crick in the back is nothing compared to what else he’s dealing with right now.” “Right,” Erin said, not understanding the point she was getting at. “Flat on the back is known as the soldier position,” Charlotte said, leading Erin back to the nurses’ station. “People who regularly sleep in that position have high expectations but also tend to instinctively protect. That’s why it’s call the soldier position. A soldier would sleep like that so he could get up quickly for battle or whatever, if needed.” Erin still wasn’t sure what point Charlotte was making, but throughout the day shift, she would learn a lot about Greg. And her softer nature would begin to rise to her surfaces, like always. But she would wait until he awoke that morning before bothering him again. Sure enough, he would stir as soon as the sun rose high enough to shine in through the Venetian blinds of room 77. “Good morning, Mr. Townsend. My name is Erin,” Erin said, rolling her cart into his room for an 8am check. Greg looked at her name tag, then smiled. “Your name is Erin Runner,” Greg said, the timbre in his voice almost making her knees wobble. “So, there’s Charlotte Webb at night and Erin Runner during the day.” “For now, at least. She and I will switch shifts in a few days,” Erin said, checking the drip bags and beginning to record the information. “Before you ask, just right down my pain as a 6 … with a side note of slowly getting better,” Greg said, trying to sit up but thinking better of the position shift when he felt pain from the movement. “Oh, no. Not yet,” Erin said, easing him back into a laying position. “Soon enough, though.” “I hear there are doctors coming to visit me some time this morning?” he asked, returning to his relax on the mattress. “Yes. They should be here by now. But they’re not always punctual,” Erin stated, then cryptically interrogating him. “Charlotte told me to look into the condition of the lady who hit you. Though, I can’t give you any details, I can tell you that she made it. She’s alive.” Greg sighed softly, closing his eyes - as if a sense of relief had overtaken him. Getting a bit bolder, she walked up alongside him. “Is there anyone you’d like me contact for you? Perhaps parents or relatives … or a girlfriend?” Erin asked with a sweet tone. “Well, you’re gonna have some trouble, there,” he replied with a smile. “Both of my parents passed away. My brother lives in New Mexico. And, if I have a girlfriend, it’s news to me.” Erin shared a smile with him, then going back to her paperwork at the rolling cart. “You have a very pleasant way about you, Erin Runner,” Greg said with a deep timbre that made her shudder and then smile back at him sweetly with raised shoulders of shyness. “Not everybody finds value in simply being nice. That’s a quality I hope you never lose.” “Greg Townsend?” a doctor said, walking into his room. “That would be me … or what’s left of me,” Greg said with a jocular tone, the doctor smiling and shaking hands with him. “As it turns out, you’ll be happy to know there’s more left of you than what we believed when you were admitted last night,” the doctor said. “We no longer believe you to have any muscular diastasis.” “And once I get my hands on a medical dictionary for translation, I’m sure that’s gonna mean a whole lot more to me than at the moment,” Greg said, the doctor laughing at the response. “You have no torn muscles anywhere,” the doctor restated, putting it into layman’s terms. “But you are more than likely in a great deal of pain. Essentially, you have internal bruising. And we are going to monitor you for a few days to make sure that everything inside you is working properly. I’d really like to see you up and walking around in a day’s time. That may not be possible, but here’s some incentive: until you can stand up and walk, you will be peeing in a bottle and relieving yourself in a bed pan. And you’ll return to solid food at dinner today.” “Well, Doc. You have given me all the incentive you’ll need to,” Greg said with a small laugh - anything more being too painful. “My time and my healing are for sale, but my dignity is not. I will be up on my feet before this day is over.” “That’s what I like to hear,” the doctor replied. Erin stood there, listening to Greg and that doctor speak - then feeling sympathy for Greg as the doctor had him sit up. She could tell by the look on his face that he was in tremendous pain. Then she thought about how concerned he was for the well-being of the cellphone-using lady who slammed into him and almost killed him. Charlotte was right about him. There was more than met the eye and it truly shocked Erin that he didn’t have a girlfriend. How was that even possible? He seemed like such a great guy, of what she knew of him. For this reason, she exercised caution in pursuing her curiosities about him. But seeing the doctor pushing in on Greg’s stomach and testing Greg’s limits of pain, Erin grew a soft spot in her heart for him. So, by the time the doctor stopped torturing him and left the room, she was already in a mode of I’m gonna take good care of you now. And with her added traits of worry, she slipped right into the same groove as always, wanting nothing but to make him become pain-free. Before easing Greg back down onto the mattress, Erin massaged the center point on his right shoulder blade while placing a cool right hand on his abdomen. Reaching under his hospital gown to touch his abdomen, she caught a glorious quick view of his endowment. And Wow! was all she could think of it. Trying to show no reaction to what she caught a glimpse of, Erin finally eased him down on the mattress. Then she massaged the very middle of his right foot, at a specific point which lessened the pain in his stomach area and his diaphragm. She wandered if it would be rude of her to tell him that she was also single and available but thought better of saying anything. “Breathe,” she said very quietly - almost in a whisper. “I am,” Greg said softly. Shyly, she smiled - a bit too embarrassed to reveal she was telling herself to breathe, not him. And she was even more too embarrassed to say why she was flustered to the point of needing to remind herself to breathe. His endowment! Oh, my. It would be a momentary vision that would remain in her mind’s eye for quite some time to come. And the massages worked, his pain lessening to a tolerable degree. Greg closed his eyes and fell asleep fairly quickly. But she would remain there by his side for a short while longer, studying the expressions on his face and wondering if he was dreaming. Doing her rounds, she finally had to admit to herself that she was smitten over him. Unlike so many of the other patients who were understandably miserable, Greg was not - though he had just as much right to be. Aside from the fact that he was a good-looking guy who obviously found importance in his appearance, when not in a hospital bed, he also seemed to have a positive-outlook on a negative situation. His heart was in a good place and his head was in a good place, despite where he was and why he was there. There were no red flags she could see. Greg went in and out of sleep all that afternoon. Erin kept checking on him constantly. When not checking on him or the other patients, she busied herself with text message after text message to Charlotte who was probably sleeping - telling her about how intriguing he was and also how well hung he was. By the time the dinner hour arrived, Greg was ready for some sort of sustenance and Erin was ready to dig a bit deeper into who he was - readying herself to open up to him - should all red flags remain at bay. “Be honest with me, Erin,” Greg said, leaning the bed upward to cheat so he wouldn’t have to hold himself up while eating. “Does that doctor really consider broth and Jello to be solid food?” Erin laughed aloud while tucking a napkin into the front of his hospital gown collar. His outlook certainly was a refreshing one for her to hear. He wasn’t really complaining like the other patients - instead, making light of that which needed it. “You’re completely overlooking the fact that he also thinks it’s actual food!” Erin added, sliding his dinner table over the bed and inadvertently trapping his arms underneath it. “Well, now it feels like a torturous tool used in interrogations,” Greg said with a monotone quality in his voice that broke Erin into hysterical laughter. In all honesty, Greg was happy to be able to put anything in his stomach, no matter how unappetizing the food may have seemed. “Where were you on the night of …?” Greg asked with a mocking interrogation tone until Erin cut him off by slipping a spoonful of broth into his mouth and holding the spoon there as he swallowed. “Oh, I’ve got better questions than that when I interrogate someone,” Erin said with a devilish grin and a playful tone, thoroughly enjoying the rapport they were building with each other. “Okay,” Greg, opening his mouth wide for the next spoonful. “How do you not have a girlfriend?” Erin asked, putting another spoonful of broth in his mouth and then using the tip of the spoon to scoop up the minor dribble on his lower lip - then feeding that to him as well. “And I want a real answer or I’ll break out the rice pudding next.” “I have no idea,” he responded after swallowing, his tone showing his honesty. “I guess I just haven’t met the right one yet.” “Have you ever been married?” Erin asked, feeding him another spoonful of broth, then switching over to the Jello. “Nope. Engaged, yes. But never married,” he admitted. “And why didn’t you get married?” she inquired, dipping the spoon into the red Jello and feeding him the first heaping spoonful of it. “Because engagement showed us exactly what engagement was supposed to show us,” he answered honestly again. “And what’s that?” she asked, really getting into this conversation. “That we weren’t meant to be married to each other,” he answered, trying not to laugh as laughter would have been painful for him just then. “How did you get into nursing?” Erin played very coy, returning to feeding him the broth and taking her time in deciding if she was going to tell him anything about herself. But the more intriguing thought in her mind was about what would be fun to actually tell him. She could be cryptic. She was in control and she could clearly see why Charlotte always leaned in the direction of dominating men. There was very satisfying fun in it. But Charlotte’s problem had always been about respecting boundaries. And she would quickly go from appearing as dominant to becoming domineering. Erin had no intention of disregarding her submissive nature. Instead, she would attempt a bit of topping from the bottom. But Greg’s reaction to this was her current primary concern. “I’ve always liked reading books about women who changed the world in some way and left a mark in their fields of work, like Florence Nightingale,” she said with a lowered tone, saucy to say the least as she fed him yet another spoonful of the broth. “She was a pioneer in the nursing field in the late 19th century. Her dedication to patient care got her nicknamed The Lady with the Lamp because she made rounds at night …… and this had never been done before.” Greg swallowed the broth and immediately received another helping of it. She was certainly taking charge of the situation … and of the talk. “Her example of care would forever change the way hospitals treated patients. Most consider her to be the founder of modern nursing,” Erin continued, leaning the bowl towards her as she scooped up more of the broth and fed it to him - Greg not resisting her at all. It seemed he suddenly had a bit of intrigue in her too … or so she was being led to believe. Finishing the last few spoonfuls of broth, she returned to the red Jello, only making him eat half of it. “That’s a really wonderful role model to have,” he said with a smile and authentic tone. “And nursing is noble work.” “It can also be messy work,” Erin laughed, picking up his dinner tray. “What you ate won’t take too long to digest right through you. So, when you get the slightest indication that you need to complete the digestion, please buzz me right away. Do you feel strong enough to take the painful trip to the toilet or do you want to use a bed pan?” “I’ll take the trip to the toilet,” he said with certainty, Erin smiling at the fearful look that momentarily crossed over his irises. --------------- At 7pm, Charlotte arrived for her shift, quite promptly after having awakened and read the string of texts she had been sent. Erin went right into talking to her about Greg, explaining how he was bruised internally but not damaged otherwise. And in the interest of time, she explained he had eaten his first meal at dinner. Charlotte knew what that meant and they both prepared for his forthcoming distress call. A few minutes later, his buzzer sounded and they moved quickly to his room, Erin explaining how flirting had become a common tone with him … and how he was playful about it all. “Okay, Mr. Townsend,” Charlotte said, entering his room and raising his bed to a sitting position as Erin helped him swing his over the side of the bed. “Just remember to keep breathing. It’ll be okay.” “Do most people make it to the toilet in time when they do this?” Greg asked, pain encouraging him to lean over and panic being evident in his tone. “Just be honest with me.” “It may seem like a surprise to you at the moment, but the answer is yes. Most everyone makes it to the toilet the first time,” Charlotte said with calmness, she and Erin helping him stand to his feet. “What may seem like urgency to you is actually anything but that.” “It doesn’t seem possible,” Greg said, going dizzy from being on his feet for the first time in 24 hours. “When you get there, you’ll be amazed how nothing will happen at first,” Erin said calmly, her voice softening in an attempt to ease his nerves. “It will be when you relax that everything begins.” He clung to both of them as they guided his sliding steps in the direction of the bathroom. “Thank goodness they put the bathroom on the other end of the room,” Greg said with jocular nature, seeing how far he still had to walk and wondering why his backside hadn’t let loose yet - for how urgent the need to release felt just then. “A few more steps. That’s it,” Erin said softly, encouraging him with a nurturing tone - Greg beginning to sweat from the whole ordeal. Well, he was either sweating or had just acquired a fever. He suddenly couldn’t tell. And with a dizziness to him that just wouldn’t quit, he likely wouldn’t find out until after all operations had finished. “Okay, just take your time and sit calmly,” Charlotte said as they got to the bathroom, Greg indeed making it to the toilet and sitting - then suddenly waiting for what he expected to have been immediate. “Would you like privacy?” Erin asked quietly. “No. It’s okay,” Greg said with grimace. “There’s no performance anxiety. There’s just currently a strange pad lock on the backdoor.” Charlotte and Erin joined him in a laugh. “A lot of people start to cry and fuss when they get to the toilet the first time,” Charlotte said, chuckling a little at the thought. “I guess I should laugh about that. But I sometimes have to walk out of the room to prevent them from seeing me smiling at their dilemma.” “Well, if you think about it, it’s a grown adult who suddenly can’t act like an adult … for understandable reasons, but still … I can see why that would strike anyone as funny,” Greg said, then freezing in his sitting position on the toilet. “You wanna hear something more funny, stick around a few more seconds. Okay … here it comes.” Greg found the relief his body ached for, never once blushing with embarrassment as that would have taken too much energy to do. But with the evacuation complete, he was much more relaxed - despite the fact that it was Erin who tended to the toilet paper conclusion for him. Then he was helped to his feet, carefully guided back to his bed. “So,” Greg said with a breathy whisper, sitting down on the side of his bed and swinging his legs up onto it before leaning back and sighing - then looking at Erin. “Where do you wanna go on our second date?” Charlotte laughed a bit harder, changing out his drip bags and giving him some medication to drift him off to sleep. --------------- At 2am, as Charlotte made her rounds for patient checks, he awoke. “You’re one of the lightest sleepers I’ve ever met,” Charlotte said quietly, recording his information and walking up alongside his bed. “Well, I have a tendency to talk in my sleep. I didn’t want give away any secrets if we suddenly struck up a conversation,” Greg said with a small laugh, his condition already having shown real improvement. “So, why did you become a nurse?” “The pay,” Charlotte stated frankly, then laughing at her bluntness. “But I’m also a bit of a sadist.” “Really? Well, giving needle shots might satisfy that craving for you, I guess,” Greg said with a grin. “Nursing hardly seems like a career for sadistic purposes, though.” “Well, it depends on how you look at it. Maybe even more than sadism is how I enjoy being needed by my patients,” Charlotte said, checking his drip bags. “That certainly is different than sadism,” he replied. “More maternal, in instinct than anything.” “Not really,” Charlotte said. “In truth, there’s not a maternal bone in my body. But the control factor is quite satisfying.” “I know what you mean, there. Every relationship I’ve been in always put me in a mindset where I thoroughly enjoyed melting her senses … babying her insides, so to speak,” Greg admitted. “So you play Daddy with you girlfriends?” she asked, raising her eyebrows with surprise. “Who’s playing?” Greg said with a devilish grin. “Get some sleep, Mr. Townsend,” Charlotte said, chuckling to herself as she left his room. --------------- At 7am, Erin arrived with as much promptness as Charlotte had the evening prior. And when Charlotte updated him about her talk with Greg, Erin’s eyes grew big and wide - her heart beginning to beat faster. “I don’t suppose that what he said means what I want it to mean,” Erin stated grimly but still with excitement. “Well there’s one way to find out. And I’ll even help you, to start,” Charlotte said matter-of-factly - Erin looking at her with confusion as to what she meant. “Remember that episode of Grey’s Anatomy when the nurses decide to see who was the more hardcore nurse among them?” “Do you mean the one when they wore diapers and took no breaks?” Erin asked, not recognizing the importance of the elephant-in-the-room suggestion Charlotte was making. “Yeah. I have an idea I wanna run past you,” Charlotte said, smiling at how Erin still hadn’t pieced it together yet. “I’ll stick around to help you bathe him in bed this morning. But there’s a little more I wanna do as well. And I know you’re really gonna enjoy it.” Continue on to Part Two
  3. 18 Runcorn cis Girl. BBW (big beautiful woman) size 16-20 clothing size. Bra cup size is B. 5.8ft Looking for a daddy or an abdl. I am a abdl but also a mommy looking for a Cis or trans man or a woman (any age) will post photos in a few days. Looking for anyone around Runcorn. Or will share pictures and chat on kik if you want.
  4. Naughtydiaperbaby


    I was once a tutor at Marshall University and I was a spanking tutor. One girl I tutored in literature started acting like a spoiled baby. I knew she did not study because I heard she was a party hound and stayed out all night partying. I loaded up a large cloth diaper. I wound up having to spank her and putting a diaper on her. Any girls need a spanking tutor
  5. This is for ABDLs who love pooping their pants. Are diaper checks by mommy part of your fantasy? From my very earliest memories, nothing has excited me more then the thought of mommy pulling back my diaper and looking for a poopy bottom, especially when she does it in front of other people. When I was a little boy, I loved to see moms checking their babies pants for poop. We always had lots of other moms at our house visiting my mom, usually with their babies in tow. A dozen times a day when they were visiting my mom I would see a mom at our house suddenly stop in mid conversation, sniff the air, and then pull back their baby's pants looking for confirmation of a poopy bottom. (My mom always called these diaper checks, "confirming her suspicions.") I remember one mom, who always dressed her toddler in bib overalls (with the snaps in the crotch). He would be playing at our house when suddenly his mom was sniffing the air behind him. Then, because he was wearing bib overalls, and it was impractical to pull open the back of his diaper for a peek, his mom would pulling him close to her and then gently feel and massage the bulge in the seat of his pants, obviously squishing the poop as she massaged and kneaded his bottom, announcing to everyone in the room, "Yep, he pooped his pants." So is this part of your poopy diaper fantasy? It sure is with mine. In my fantasy, my mommy always checks my pants (diapers) for poop in front of other moms in the most embarrassing ways you can think of, usually by pulling open the back of my pants, leaning in for a close look and sniffing as she peeks inside my diaper: with a half a dozen moms all smiling and watching. Goodness gracious! That is soooooo embarrassing!
  6. BabyGabrial

    What A Domina Will Do

    The date is 85 A.D. and in the land is the glorious Roman Empire. In the lowe parts of the great nation a woman is losing a lot. She has lost her husband due to the war. She had lost her unborn child and she is losing her home unless she can find a way to use the money her late husband left her wisely. She then comes up with an idea. She will use the money to build a local Ludus, a gladiatoral school. She gets word of a young man in the streets who never loses a street fight and she can see a champion in him. She has her school built and pays for an affordable small staff of trainers and hires people to be her gladiators even the young man. She will make sure he stays motivated to fight for her. Even that means indulging in some of his more......odd desires. (Alright this is something i thought of on the fly but have done research on and believe it can be an intriguing story. Anyone interested please message me. I would like for someone to play the Domina while i play the gladiator. I need this to be detailed and organized.)
  7. Babygirlprincess7658

    Back in diapers

    Roleplay Ava keeps wetting her bed. Her parents are getting tired of it. They decide it’s time for a change a diaper change.
  8. baby valeria

    New life (looking for a partner)

    Welcome to sunny rays community that cares for the safety and well being of anyone that comes here as its home to many people and some who will stop at nothing to have children they want to give love and care too. Here we meet a couple that have always dreamed of bringing home a baby girl to raise as there own and to spoil her a bit. They have tried many times to adopt but it always resulted that the birth mother not wanting to give up her baby at the last second, but they knew they would just keep trying til they get the baby they want even if it means to go out and get one themselves then to wait and hear from an adoption agency. _______________________________________________________ One afternoon a young girl named Valeria was out on one of her adventures again, even though it was never that safe for someone her size as people always mistaken her as a child and would often have her put with other children at the center where most kids get dropped off when parents go to work. But not today valeria was not gonna stay in this child center as she waited til nap time to sneak out and used the woods to keep her hidden from the public as all she has with her is her backpack with some stuff in it as she didn't own much as no one would really hire her for work with her size so she mostly would sleep in abandon homes as she couldn't afford a place of her own to live in either. She sets out walking as she never really stayed in the same town anyway as she was always treated the same no matter where she went, so on she went with her adventure through the woods and managing to get past people as she walked and walked as time passes she would just enjoy everything of scenery around her. As she walked now along a path as she made it out of that town she was in and on to the next when she was pretty far she had a bit of money left and decided to go in to a truck stop diner to get something to eat before it gets too dark to keep walking. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Looking for a mommy and daddy for this rp as i will be the young girl in this.
  9. BabyboyBaumbs

    Searching for mommy or daddy

    Im Andre, and Im looking for people nearby. Id like to meet a mommy or daddy to role play with, or other babies to set up play dates. I live in lafayette louisiana, hope to see you soon.
  10. BabyboyBaumbs

    Louisiana search

    I'm searching for a mommy or daddy in louisiana. Hoping to be the baby Ive wanted to be. Im a diaper lover, very affectionate and loving. Id also like to meet other babies and make playdates.
  11. Llodgar

    Hello everyone

    Hello guys- I'm Llodgar! Im a 19 year old women (20 in may), and have been age regressing (unknowingly) since I was 14, to the age of a toddler if I had to guess. I only became aware of the little lifestyle three years ago, and joined it just over a year ago, and got interested in piss play, omorashi and such around the same time which easily lead to diapers and pull-ups. I believe im a Mommy as well. Outside of this whole community I have an amazing job that I love, a teacher at a daycare center where I work with all ages, 0-12, I use to be the lead teacher in the 3 year old room but had to go to part time due medical complications. I love to write poetry and fanfiction (which I also read obsessively and constantly), draw, walk in the woods, and stare longingly at attractive strangers xD okay the last ones not true. Im actually a shut in, havent talked with anyone near my age since eleventh grade, besides the typical greetings and pleasentries at stores, or at work with my colleagues. I hope ill find an insentive to actively talk to others through these forums!
  12. jan241989

    My new parents (open)

    This role play is about a little girl named anna who meets her new parents at a adoption center. I'll play the parents
  13. jan241989

    Naughty little girl (open)

    Mommy if i did something bad what would you do
  14. ABAlex

    Sarah and Elise

    Elise and Sarah were walking through a park, hand in hand. The sun was shining brightly, but the air still carried the cold of winter. Snow piled around them, and Elise stopped to admire the crystel white reflecting on tree branches."Look!" she said to Sarah, pointing at one of the branches. "A bird! Like the song, "Gone away is the blue bird, here to stay is the new bird..."Sarah laughed. "Yes I see it, I see it. You really like those, don't you?"Elise blushed. "Don't worry. Its cute." Sarah said, cupping her cheeks. Elise smiled.At this point, it was clear Sarah knew that Elise loved it when she called her cute, as there was no way she could hide the smile or the occasional giggles. What she didn't know was the extent. She didn't know the giddy feeling, or the massive swarm of butterflies she felt in her stomach every time every time she heard it, or how much she held it back. What she couldn't know, even after they had been seeing each other, was why.On the surface it seemed Sarah didn't do much to hide her love of 'cute' things. Her outfit today, chosen for the snow, displayed it. Light pink in color, with matching coat and pants and a lightly embroidered frog head, it was the sort of thing that was still passable for someone her age, but would just as likely appear a quarter the size. Many of her outfits were like that- in this day and age, after all, it wasn't unheard of for women in their 20s and thirties to still have teddy bears or wear rompers, and many would think nothing of it.What they would think something of was what she was wearing underneath. She knew Sarah was used to seeing her in such things, and seemed to like it. She had exclaimed that she looked adorable the moment she saw the snow suit, and said it looked like a onesie. THAT comment almost made Elise want to squeal with delight. She made similar comments about her other habits, taking delight in her collection of stuffed animals, her affection for cartoons, her pastel clothing and her giddiness and excitability. This outfit wasn't far off what she normally wore when meeting Sarah. However, the diaper she wore underneath it definitely was.It had been a flash decision. She rarely went out with one, especially with Sarah. Normally it would be impossible to hide something like to her. Their relationship was physical, and Sarah would definitely notice the thick padding around her bottom. If she didn't see it, she would feel it while holding her, or giving her the playful spanks when she jokingly accused Elise of being 'bad,' something she did more and more as it was clear Elise enjoyed it.However, this time had been different. Her thick snow suit covered the padding and muffled the crinkling sound. It would be hard to feel anything through it, and since they were just walking through a park in public, there was no chance of anything getting to the point where it would be exposed. Moreover, she had longed for the chance to be diapered around Sarah, even if she didn't know.It felt wrong, as if she was tricking Sarah. She wasn't really deceiving her, it wasn't like she had ever told her she wasn't diapered, (unsurprisingly it never came up) and they hadn't discussed their kinks yet. She wanted to tell her, but was afraid of how she'd react. She had yet to tell anyone, and if the first person she told turned against her for it... She also really cared about Sarah, and didn't want to risk ruining their relationship.She held onto Sarah's hand and leaned into her, resting her head on the other girls arm. Sarah, herself a long haired brunette in a blue pea coat, reached over and began stroking her hair. Elise smiled. This was one of their adopted habits that she loved, perhaps for reasons she couldn't specify to Sarah.They arrived at the edge of the park, where Sarah had parked the car. Elise sighed."Ready to go?" Sarah asked, smiling. Elise looked at her sadly. "We can't spend all our time together, you know. I'm meeting with my brother in an hour.""I know," Elise replied sadly."Come on then," Sarah said, patting her butt hard. Elise yelped and covered it, blushing. "That was quiet the reaction," Sarah laughed. "Its not like I've never spanked you before.""I know, but ummm..." Elise said, but didn't finish her sentence. Because I don't want you to notice my diaper, she thought. She was sad to see Sarah leave, but really this was the for the best. She had picked her underwear with the understanding it would be a short date, and mainly in public. Too much longer, or if Sarah got frisky... it be a hard thing to explain.They both climbed into the car, Sarah in the drivers seat and Elise beside her. Elise reached back and grabbed her back pack, took out a water bottle and drank some."Do you always have that with you?" Sarah asked."Mhmmm," Elise replied. The water bottle was pink and ended in a tip she could suckle, about as close to a baby bottle as public exposure would allow. The disney princess characters on it didn't hurt either. "Want some?""No thanks," Sarah said. "Reminds me too much of a baby bottle."Elise blushed and kept drinking.They pulled up to Elise's home. Elise pouted."Its ok sweetie. We'll see each other again soon," Sarah leaned over and kissed her. "I know," she said, and kissed her back."Good bye!""Bye!"Elise walked away reluctantly. Once at the door to her apartment building, she turned around and waved at Sarah, who happily waved back. She went inside, took the elevator to her floor, and walked down the hall to her apartment.Her apartment wasn't large, but it suited her well. The main room combined a kitchen in a living room, with a carpet that ended in black and white tiled floors just before the stove and cabinets. She had a wooden table beside it, and a couch in the living room facing a small tv. Her bedroom was likewise carpeted, and contained her railed double bed, bookshelves, a closet and a mirror.The decor fit the 'as babyish as would be socially acceptable" theme of her clothes. She had posters and statues of her favorite anime movies, brightly colored blankets and furniture, and a Disney princess cover for the blanket on her bed, which itself was covered with stuffed animals. She smiled. It was surprising what you could get away with. The railings were an added bonus, usable for self bondage and providing the feeling of a crib while seeming perfectly normal.However, what she was about to do was far from normal. She stripped down to her diaper and looked at it. Plain white- a back up plan in case it was discovered was to claim it was medical. Her prefered diapers would made that impossible.She reached into her closet, took out a large bin and opened it. Inside were piled onesies, pacifiers, diapers, and all the abdl stuff she needed to keep hidden in case of visitors. She reached into it and took out two thick printed diapers- both were pink with princesses on them. She liked princesses, she giggled to herself. Maybe now she could be one.She lay the diapers out on the ground. She looked at them, then down at her own. She felt pressure in her bladder, and released it. She watched as the thinner white diaper darkened. She giggled. No more potty for me! She thought, giving herself a mental order. She lay on the first of the pink diapers and tore holes in her white one, then taped second diaper on, followed by the third. She grabbed a pair of plastic pants and pulled them on. They locked in place, and she put the key on her bed. Mentally she pictured handing that key to Sarah, not knowing when she'd get it back. For now, the bed would do.She looked at herself and giggled. Her legs were too far apart to stand right, so she had fun waddling, then twirled around like a ballerina. She took out a pacifier and shoved it in her mouth. Pacis mean no talking! She told herself. Babies don't talk. She went back to the box. She was going to go with her princess outfit today. It was normally her favorite. She took out a onesie, pink with frills where the sleves would be, and 'Little Princess' written in cursive across it. She had gotten it from an ABDL site and loved it ever since. She pulled it over her head and snapped the bottom shut. Next she took out a frilly tutu skirt and pulled it on. She checked herself herself in the mirror she had in her bedroom for just this type of occasion. The skirt flared outward, leaving the thick padding underneath clear and the plastic visible around the edges of the onesie. She giggled. Baby's diaper should always be visible. She told herself. She did a ballerina twirl and watched the tutu go up higher.Next she took out long white socks and pulled them up to her knees, and added a pair of patent leather mary jane shoes. She tied her hair in pigtails with bows before pulling on fingerless mittens, which themselves locked. Finally, she took out the finishing touch, and the one thing that made her, in her mind and her game, a princess: a toy plastic tiara. She picked it up with her mittened hands and placed it reverently on her head. It was a toy tiara, the kind only a kid would feel was real, which made it perfect.She looked at her hand work in the mirror, and giggled. She did look silly she knew, but that was part of the fun. She took her favorite doll and skipped toward the kitchen. Now for some snacks and baby bottles of water, then toys and games. How long should she keep her diapers locked on? It depended on how well you behave, she laughed to herself....Sarah watched as Elise walked toward her apartment. Was it her imagination, or was her girlfriend waddling slightly? She shook her head. Just her imagination. She had been telling herself she was 'noticing' these things about Elise since they met. Today she could have sworn she heard a crinkling sound when she walked, but that must have been her splash pants (splash pants? What adults wear splash pants?), and felt padding when she spanked her. Wishful thinking, she knew.A large part of what had originally attacked her to Elise was her cuteness. She was so enthusiastic, and loved what she loved. The childishness just made her want to take care of her, but she knew she could never bring it up with Elise. She'd be insulted, and probably creeped out. She started to drive away.Sarah was almost home when she got a text. She checked her phone at a red light. It was from her brother."Hi I'm sorry I can't make it I'm..." she cursed and didn't read the rest. The light changed and she kept driving. A short date for nothing.She looked back over her shoulder to turn, and notice something. Sitting on the back seat of her car was Elise's backpack, noticeable for the pokemon decorating it. "Silly girl," Sarah thought. She pulled into a drive way, turned around, and started to head back....Elise was lying on the ground of her living room, stomach down and feet kicking in the air behind her. She was humming to herself along the music coming from her headphones and drawing with crayons in a coloring book. She had had to take her mittens off to get her ipod working, but she excused herself that one, and currently they were making staying within the lines almost impossible. No matter. Only babies can't draw in lines! She told herself, mimicking what she remembered being told in primary school. She laughed. Well, she was a baby too, clearly. She tore out the scribbled on mess and brought it to her fridge, where she stuck it with a magnet along with her other masterpieces. She smiled to herself as she flipped through them. They came from a variety of books, ranging from animals, to more disney and anime, to the special ab one she had that featured pictures of grown men and women dressed as babies. That was her favorite, but she only used it occasionally so it would last longer. Nothing got her in little space more then coloring in it while dressed as the characters inside.The drawings on the fridge were now several days worth of work. She always had to hide them when she wasn't in 'little time', as they would be too difficult to explain. Likewise, her living room was now full of things she could never normally allow, including her blocks, rattles and bottles, and the stuffed toys she had now diapered. She loved putting her stuffed animals and dolls in diaper, they reminded her of her own diapered state every time she looked at them. Her television was set to the cartoon network, yet another reminder. Better yet, her spare diapers were piled along the wall.She skipped back to the living room and lay down, drawing another picture. This one was of a rabbit. He wasn't diapered, but she could change that......Sarah walked to the door of the apartment and knocked. She waited, but there was no response. She knocked again and called for Elise, but got no response. She sighed. Elise must have gone out. It was fine, she had a spare key. She put it in and opened the door....Elise was still humming and kicking her feet. She grabbed a bottle and took a long sip, then put her pacifier into her mouth. She felt her stomach grumbling. Huh... I wonder if there was something mixed in my bottles... She laughed. She had poured them. Babies can't always smell sweet like powder, she told herself, thinking of a commanding voice besides, you don't want such pretty diapers to go to waste. She went back to drawing, then stooped. She felt, more then heard or saw, the presence behind her. She didn't want to look behind herself to confirm her feeling.Something moved behind her, and she saw a shadow. She turned around to see Sarah standing behind her, mouth wide open. She tore the headphones out."Sarah! I... I... ummmm... How long have youj been... Its not what it looks like!"Elise was just as flustered as she was. "I jsut... uhhh. i wanted to retunr your uhhh... bag... I didn't nmean too..."They paused and stared. Elise felt tears forming in her eyes. "I didn't want you to see me!" She got up and ran to the bedroom."ELISE!" Sarah called after her, but Elise ignored her. She got up and ran as best she could to the bedroom, shut the door behind her and wedged a box. She was panicking. She looked down at herself, and in the mirror. She felt her heart racing.What an idiot she was. She couldn't even run away properly, the diapers didn't allow it. She tore at the socks and hair ribbons at the same time, then almost fell. She sat on the bed. The diaper. She needed to get the diapers off. Somehow that would make it better, maybe she could pretend, maybe Sarah hadn't noticed. She looked for the key to the plastic pants but couldn't see it.She stopped. Sarah was banging at the door and calling her name. It was no use, she knew. She had seen it all."I'm sorry," she sobbed loudly.'Sorry for what? Let me in Elise!""I"M SORRY!" She said again. "I... Just leave me alone.""No, let me in!""I know its weird ok! I know you probably think i'm a freak. Its just... it always made me feel so safe inside..."There was a pause. "Let me in Elise.""Just go away! You don't have to say it to my face. Just please don't tell people. Tell them we fought, ok? Just, not this..."The door swung as Sarah finally managed to bash it open. She walked over to the bed and sat beside the sobbing girl."Hey, hey, why are you crying?""WHy do you think!? Because you know I'm a freak.""You're not a freak Elise," she said as softly as she could."Oh yeah? Would a normal person dress up as a baby for fun? Do other people wear diapers?""No. Would a normal person be as loving and caring as you? Do other people make me smile the way you do? I don't want other people Elise."She sniffled. "Ohhh stop it. You don't have to pretend."Sarah stroked her have untied hair, and ran a hand down her back, making her shudder."How long have you been doing this?""I don't know. A few years. But I've liked it long as I can remember. Whenever I got afraid or anxious, this would make me feel better. I'm sorry.""Don't be sorry, sweetie."How could she tell her? She wouldn't believe her if she just claimed she liked it... Her hand stopped at Elise's padded bottom, and she spanked it. Elise jumped in surprise."Rearz Princess, aren't they? Perfect for a cute Little Princess.""What? How did you know?""You're bottom was pampered earlier, wasn't it? Silly baby.""What... what are you...?""I'm wondering if my adorable baby girl wants her mommy to take care of her."Elise looked at her questioningly, and watched her face for any sign it was a joke. Slowly she stopped crying, then smiled and began giggling. Finally she squealed in joy, and grabbed Sarah in a bear hug....Several months later, Elise was standing anxiously beside her door. Sarah would be there soon. She heard footsteps and opened the door before the arrived."Elise!""Sarah! Hello!" The shouted in unison and hugged. Elise did her best to remain hidden from the hall by Sarah's body, and Sarah shut the door."And hello my little princess," Sarah said."Hi mommy," she replied sheepishly."Have you been a good girl today?""Maayyybe..." She said. In fact, she had left her bed unmade and her toys weren't put away. Both were 'naughty' enough to weren't a fun response from Sarah.She brought her hands down to her skirt- she was wearing a new skirted onsie Sarah had ordered for her."Now now, lift up that up and let Mommy make sure you are properly diapered. Wouldn't' want a spanking like last time you 'forgot.'""You can see it through the skirt mommy. And that was because we were going to the water park," Elise replied, but she held up the skirt anyway. "I know, but mommy likes to see your pampers, and it gives me an excuse to check for wetness without argument. And that is no excuse! What if you had an accident in the pool?"Elise grumbled but smiled. This was part of their routine now. Sarah hadn't really expected her to be diapered at a water part- but it was a fun excuse to spank her after."Now," Sarah said. "Lets get baby fed. Mommy has a bunch of activities she wants to try tonight." She reached into her bag and took out a bottle, a tub of baby formula, and a container Elise recognized as a laxative."Yes, mommy. I can't wait." She giggled.
  15. jan241989

    our little girl (open)

    Gail: Nick can you believe we finally will have are own little girl (I'll play the parents)
  16. jan241989

    My new parents (open)

    This role play is about a women who is seeing a therapist about her childhood. She would like to relive her childhood.
  17. Noobmommie


    Hi, I recently married an adult baby but I have no idea how the community works or even the right questions to ask I want to make sure his needs are met but I have no idea what I’m doing and don’t know how to start the conversation PLEASE HELP
  18. ash5150

    Searching for a partner!

    I am a highly literate rper who can produce posts of both quality and length. I have a few different plot ideas we can hash out together, but I'm really really craving a Sherlock RP, bbc of course. If this in any ways peaks your interest, feel free to leave a comment or shoot me a pm. I'm very flexible and has a work schedule that allows me to to in between tasks. But can you say Papa Lestrade or Daddy Watson?
  19. Hey im a man age 25 looking for a Caretaker ... Sweet or Strict im open Minded i live in Denmark in Scandinavia in Northern Europe im looking for a Mommy or even a Daddy around or inside Denmark that wanna care for me both online and Real Life my other interests is in Sports and Hobbies like Modeltrains or Gaming and so on if you wanna know more about me just ask i don´t bite i´d prefer a Mommy around age 18-45 or about same about daddies Have a Nice and lovely day ...... bletrosaid<<
  20. Gabriela is 32 years old and is an executive for Dynamean Corporation who have a multitude of products and are involved in multiple markets. Gabriella only recently got promoted to an executive position after years of working with the company and years of college. She loves her job and that let anything interrupt it. Not even her baby crazy significant other.
  21. prettypinkdiaper

    Caregivers in CT

    Hi my name is Lea and i'm looking for a caregiver close to me. i'm a sweet baby girl and I always down to have fun.
  22. jan241989

    mary's new life (open)

    This role play is about a little girl name mary who is adopted by john and helen wilson
  23. zorroabdaddy

    The Greatest Tease of All

    Taken from the sexually-charged ABDL Ebook: The BabySitter Crush, here is a little story about teasing. In fact, it is the greatest tease of all … for him. (Note: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story.) --------------- The Greatest Tease of All - Shutting the shower water off and stepping out of the tub, he reached for the towel and began to dry himself off, looking in the foggy bathroom mirror and still wrapping his head around everything he was thinking about. Putting the towel on the towel bar to dry, he turned back around to realize that he didn’t have any clothing to put on. Seeing the sweaty t-shirt and semi-wet diaper, he contemplated putting them back on. But instead, he wrapped the towel around his waist, intending to walk across the hallway and over into the guest bedroom. Krissy had certainly put his bag of clothing in there. He would simply apologize and excuse himself into the guest bedroom, if she saw him in the towel. Opening the bathroom door and walking out into the hallway, he turned to walk into the guest bedroom. “Joey, come here,” Krissy said from the upstairs living room. Joey turned around and saw her sitting on the living room floor, summoning him with her right pointer finger to walk over to her. And when he did walk over to her, his knees almost gave way at what he saw. “Come all the way over here, Joey,” Krissy said with sweetness in her voice, tapping a spot directly in front of her on the living rug room. Joe took slow steps towards her, his heart pounding so heavily that it made him a bit dizzy from the rush of blood suddenly coursing throughout his body. And though she had pushed the coffee table back to get it out of the way, his eyes remained locked on what he saw sitting on that coffee table … several items, to be exact about it. “It’s okay, Joey. Just be a good boy and listen to K’issy,” she said with a sweet whisper, not wanting any sounds to be too loud as she set the mood for him. “That’s a good boy. That’s my good little Joey.” Her voice sounded so inviting that he couldn’t help but feel relaxed, like he was following a siren’s sweet song. Having made it over to her, he now stood in front of her, Krissy getting up on her knees. And though she was in the lower position, she had all the power - his mind and his very being wrapped around her pinkie finger. She knew it and so did he. And the mind game was on. “Keep being a good boy for me,” Krissy said, reaching up to his front and undoing the fold of the towel wrapped around his waist. Peeling back the towel, she sucked in her lips to hide her smile. Joe was already partially-stimulated by then. He was becoming even more so by the second and she was in the right mood to give him the greatest tease of all - one that would own him, from that point forward. “Did you wash yourself everywhere?” Krissy teased, taking the towel in her hands and reaching back between his legs - Joe nodding while locking his knees. “And did you dry yourself everywhere?” “Yes,” Joe managed to get out with a shaky voice. “Let me check,” Krissy said with an almost song-like quality to her voice as she reached up behind him and drew the towel down between his bottom cheeks, then drying his underside before moving to his front. “Hmm. You missed a few drops, Joey. But it’s okay. You did well.” Using the towel, she cupped his endowment with her hands, gently drying all of its length and accessories. Tightening the muscles in his legs, he tried to keep his balance, but was swooning for obvious reason. And when she was done drying him, he was much more engaged. “There. Much better. Now K’issy has your full attention,” she said with syrupy-thick sweetness while tapping the rug again. “Lay down.” Bending his knees slowly, he laid down on the rug - moving with an unhurried pace as to not topple down from overwhelm. It was strange that he felt confusion, perhaps even trepidation about doing this. But then again, there was a learning process in getting from the fantasies just being in his mind to the fantasies now actually happening. “It’s okay, Joey. K’issy is right here for you,” she said with whispered sweetness as she ran her left hand up and down his torso. “Everything’s going to be okay. Just relax yourself.” But how could he relax? The Empire State building would have been jealous of him, just then. And did he even want to relax? This was the fantasy he always wanted! And it was happening with K’issy! She put her right hand behind his knees and her left hand on the front of his ankles, bending his legs and lifting them up. He was putty in her fingertips. She could have twisted his legs into a pretzel and he wouldn’t have complained. Inundation had mellowed into a numbing acceptance in his mind. But there was more to come, no pun intended. “Someone did a wonderful job of painting,” Krissy said, reaching for the diaper on the coffee table and picking it up. “And someone made me very happy. K’issy isn’t every gonna forget that.” Still with his legs in the air and his arms resting limply at his sides, he saw the tears in her eyes - a deep-rooted reaction about her losses finally rising to the surfaces of her emotions. Unfolding the diaper, she smiled down at him through her those tears. Placing the diaper flat on the rug and sliding it up underneath him, she lifted his bottom ever-so-slightly. Running her left hand across both of his smooth bottom cheeks, she smiled warmly at him. And he gushed. Oh, did he gush. Years ago, a diaper change from her was to the point and for practical purposes. Now, she was taking her time with it. Now it meant something to her. And he was learning the reason why. But he couldn’t put to words what it meant to him. Luckily, he didn’t have to. Then, she reached for the little container of baby powder - sitting on the coffee table. She had raided his bag of clothing while he was in the shower, having found his travel stash of baby stuff. What else had she taken from his bag? What else was going to happen to him this week? His reaction to all of this was becoming even more obvious. But Krissy was now paying no attention to it, another bit of teasing that would keep unraveling him - softening his outer shell, but not his hormones. With his legs-n-bottom raised in the air, and while being completely naked in front of her, Joe felt more than just a little vulnerable. And he would have had it no other way. But it was when she poured a liberal amount of the baby powder into her left palm, with that sweet scent permeating the air around him, that Joe finally began to dip into regression. Though with a resemblance of wits about him, it was obvious his mind was beginning to slowly spin inside his head. And Krissy nurtured this forward. “Good boy,” she said with a super-breathy whisper as her left palm touched his bottom cheeks, caressing the powder across evenly. “What a good little boy you’re being for me, Joey.” The sweet scent, along with the silky and cool feeling of the powder as well as the sound of her maternal voice coupled together with the tingling sensation he felt all over his body, the stiffness he couldn’t avoid having and the ever-increasing mindset of regression. He was a time bomb in a great many ways, just then. Oh, her gentle, gentle hand felt so good and she was being so nice to him - so very, very nice. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then quickly re-opening them when the dizziness became too much. He gasped from the Heavenly sensations she was placing on his bottom and then exhaled with a small bit of timbred-elation. Then his eyes rolled up in his head as he started all over again. Krissy watched his all-encompassing displays of pleasured happiness, keeping her pace very slow and getting herself into no hurry at all. She had a sense of pride and purpose in giving him such wonderful care he would let his guard down and submit to her. She would gladly do that for him, after what he had already done for her. “There ya go,” she whispered sweetly, bring his freshly-powdered bottom down into the softened nestle of the back of the diaper. It was one of his thicker diapers, the all-white kind he would wear to bed at night or if he knew he wouldn’t be able to change himself for a while. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply again, his exhale being cut off, however, by the entrance of his pacifier into his mouth. Oh, my. Krissy was good at this. She was very good indeed. Lowering his legs back to the rug and parting his thighs widely, she finally looked down between his legs, taking notice to his stimulation. “Aww,” she cooed lovingly, picking up the baby bottle and gently sprinkling powder on his front - from hip to hip. “Does someone have a little stiffy? It’s just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen.” The sweetness of her tone, along with the meaning of her words, turned him to mush but kept his stiffness at attention. And the more rigid he became, the cuter she gushed at his endowment - speaking of it as if it was very tiny. It was an emotional drug he became addicted to. As she trailed the sprinkles of baby powder further down his front, Joe did all he could to keep from fidgeting. However, each moment was becoming so intense for him that he finally had to turn his head to the side to find a visual distraction. But the front of the sofa was boring to look at. So, he looked up at the ceiling above, nursing on his pacifier and trying not to become overwhelmed with this glorious experience, the culmination of every dream he had ever had. She trickled the baby powder closer and closer to his Eiffel tower condition. But it was like Chinese water torture, waiting for it to finally reach that one place on his body that might make him skyrocket. Until then, he would be happily swept away in a dream-like state, becoming saturated with a fantasy sudden gone real. As the trickles of powder reached his sensitive area, he tightened his center in preparation for it. The silky coolness coated his endowment and everything else. Sinking his teeth into the silicone nipple of his pacifier, he lifted his head - gazing up at Krissy with helplessness in his eyes that would have made a puppy dog jealous. His long-ago babysitter had become the present of such, again. And, once more, Joe had a crush on her - except this time, for much different reasons. “Shh, shh, shh. Shhh,” Krissy lovingly shushed him, her hands cupping everything between his legs as she caressed the powder out with her thumbs - Joe putting his head back down and closing his eyes before they rolled up into his brain. “That’s a good boy.” Oh, my. Her voice rang in his ears like the sweetest sound he had ever heard in his life. And her hands knew exactly where to touch him, how to touch him and how long to stay on his most sensitive spots - then moving to another spot before his stiffness gave way to eruption. It was the edge of ecstasy, Joe most willingly teetering on it. Watching him lose all sense of composure, Krissy picked up the container of baby powder again and clenched his rock-hard shaft while sprinkling more powder on it. He gasped so deeply that his rib cage expanded, pinning his shoulders to the rug as she caressed the powder down his length. She was a Goddess, a golden gem sent to him from the fates years ago so he could arrive at this very moment with her. It was as plain and as simply explained as that. “It’s soooo cute, Joey,” she said with sweet whispered tease, coating him with more and more powder and then placing his shaft to point upward - Joe beginning to drool from the corners of his mouth, despite the fact that he had a pacifier between his lips. “And if you keep being such a good boy, there’s no telling what this week will hold for you,” she said, drawing the front of his diaper up. He was gone, complete regressed at that point and happily lost in a state of mind he had dreamed about but had never been in before. If he hadn’t been so regressed, he might well have thrown a tantrum-leveled fit just then. Any guy would have, if in that position - aroused to new heights and then denied the gratification. But Joe? He was her captive and would abide as such with no complaints. It all felt good to him. Allowing the elastic gathers of the diaper to stretch tightly against the soft skin at the tops of his inner thighs, Krissy took one last look at his stiffness for now before waving goodbye to it. “Bye bye for now, cute little fella,” Krissy cooed as she brought the front of his diaper up and into place - Joe fighting shiny object syndrome as the intensity of the moment demanded a distraction. Though fastening the tapes tightly at his hips, she allowed a little slack to the front of his diaper - giving his endowment some room and some consideration. He never would have thought to ask for that. Sliding her forearms behind his back, she sat him up and embraced him, her weakened little boy - her putty to play with. “It’s okay, Joey,” Krissy whispered to him, rocking him back-n-forth in her arms - his face buried in her cleavage as he hugged her in return. “It’s okay to release … but just a little for now. Okay?” And that he did, his reward for having been good through the greatest tease of all. The Mommy Grats: The BabySitter Crush
  24. jan241989

    My new parents (open)

    This role play is about a little girl who is adopted by a loving but strict. I'll play the little girt who's name is zoey.