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Chapter 1: A Day Out and About The morning light streamed into our bedroom, painting soft stripes across the floor. I stirred, feeling the familiar warmth of your presence beside me. It was to be a special day, an outing into the bustling world, and for that, my precious boy needed to be prepared. "Time to wake up, my dear," I murmured, gently stroking your stylized short black hair. You blinked, your athletic build stretching beneath the sheets. "Mommy has a lovely day planned, and for that, my little girl needs to be perfectly dressed." Your eyes widened slightly, a hint of that charming embarrassment already beginning to bloom. You knew what "dressed as my little girl" entailed, especially for a public outing. First, the diaper change. I led you to the changing station, the soft rustle of your night diaper a prelude to the main event. "Let's get you fresh and ready," I cooed, deftly removing the soiled padding. Your Caucasian skin was smooth and warm beneath my touch as I cleaned and powdered you. Then came the main event: a very thick white disposable diaper. Its crinkly plastic whispered secrets as I secured it, ensuring it was snug and perfectly positioned. The bulk was undeniable, a soft, padded cloud around your lower half. "There, my little girl," I praised, patting your bottom. "Perfectly padded for our adventure." Next, your attire. I helped you into the plain pink frilly A-Line midriff top, which, as designed, barely reached your waist, leaving the top of your thick diaper proudly on display. Your white thigh-high stockings were pulled up smoothly, meeting the bottom of your top, and finally, your black Mary Janes completed the adorable ensemble. You stood meekly, a faint blush on your cheeks, but I could see the quiet acceptance in your eyes. I, of course, was in my full leather glory: the black corset, ruffled underwear, thigh-high stockings, and knee-high boots. My long, straight red hair cascaded down my back, a vibrant contrast to my dark attire. In my hand, I carried your babyish pink backpack-style diaper bag, adorned with a sweet little cartoon bunny – a clear statement for anyone who might notice. As we stepped out into the outside sunlight, hand in hand, the gentle crinkle of your diaper was a constant, subtle accompaniment to our steps. We were a sight, undoubtedly, but my comfort in my dominance meant I paid no mind to curious glances. My focus was entirely on you, my precious little girl, walking obediently by my side. We strolled through the Mall, the soft sounds of your diaper a private symphony between us. I squeezed your hand, a silent reassurance. I knew being dressed this way in public could bring about a mix of emotions for you – the thrill of submission, the slight flush of embarrassment, the underlying comfort of knowing you were completely under my care. We browsed through shops, my hand never leaving yours, your meekness a charming display of your current persona. Chapter 2: A Moment of Rebellion and Public Correction As we entered a vibrant toy store, your eyes, usually so demure in your girl persona, lit up with a boyish excitement. You tugged on my hand, pointing towards a shelf filled with action figures. "Mommy, look!" you exclaimed, the girl persona momentarily forgotten in your enthusiasm. I smiled indulgently, my voice a gentle reminder. "Yes, dear, I see. But remember who you are today, my little girl." You looked down at your frilly top and stockings, a shadow of embarrassment crossing your face. "Yes, Mommy," you mumbled. But the allure of the toys proved too strong. As I browsed a display of educational games, I felt a sudden, insistent tug on my hand. You had wandered over to the action figure aisle and were reaching for a brightly colored superhero, your double-diapered bottom wiggling with impatience. "I want this one, Mommy!" you insisted, your voice taking on a demanding, almost defiant tone. The little boy in you was resurfacing, testing the boundaries, forgetting your place. This was it. The acting out I knew was sometimes a part of you, a necessary push against the loving limits I set. In that moment, in the middle of the toy store, I knew I had to address it. I knelt down, bringing myself to your eye level, my expression firm but calm. "My sweet girl," I began, using your designated persona, "you know that acting out and demanding things is not how my well-behaved little ones behave, especially when we are out in public. You are dressed so beautifully and should be on your best behavior. Do you understand me?" Your lower lip trembled slightly, and your eyes welled up with tears. The attention we had drawn from a nearby women escape my notice. This was a perfect opportunity for a gentle, yet public, reminder. "Now, what do we say when we want something, my dear?" I prompted softly. You sniffled, "Please, Mommy?" "That's better," I said, stroking your cheek. "But wanting something doesn't mean you get it, especially when you forget your manners. And you have certainly forgotten them, haven't you?" I stood up, still holding your hand, and addressed you with a slightly louder voice, just enough for those around us to hear. "Because my little girl has been a bit naughty and forgotten her manners, perhaps a little reminder is in order." I reached into your babyish diaper bag, retrieving a spare diaper and a small travel-sized pack of baby wipes. Kneeling down again, I gently but deliberately checked your diaper in front of the other shoppers, making sure the crinkling sound was audible. I even pulled at the leg elastic a bit, ensuring the thickness was evident. "Hmm," I said, loud enough for a few heads to turn, "it seems my little one might need a change soon. We wouldn't want her to be uncomfortable, would we?" The implication was clear. My "little girl" was in diapers, a fact now subtly announced to those around us because of your misbehavior. The color rose in your cheeks, a mixture of shame and embarrassment. "Now, are you going to remember your manners and who you are, my sweet girl?" I asked, my voice softening but still firm. You nodded quickly, tears still clinging to your eyelashes. "Yes, Mommy. I'm sorry, Mommy." "That's my good girl," I said, standing up and taking your hand again. "Now, let's go find something else to look at, shall we?" We left the toy aisle, the untouched action figure a silent reminder of your little rebellion and its gentle consequence. Chapter 3: Returning Home and Aftercare The rest of our shopping trip was uneventful. You remained quiet and obedient, occasionally glancing up at me with apologetic eyes. Once we were back home, the familiar comfort of our space enveloped us. I led you directly to the changing station. "You weren't very good at the store, were you, my little girl?" I said softly, my gaze steady as I began to remove your Mary Janes and stockings. Your head hung low. "No, Mommy. I'm sorry." "Apologies are a good start, but there need to be consequences for forgetting your manners and acting out, especially after Mommy has dressed you so adorably." I helped you out of your frilly top, the thick white diaper now fully on display. I removed the soiled diaper, cleaning and powdering your bottom with meticulous care. This was a moment of transition, not just of clothing, but of persona. "You know what happens when my little ones are naughty, don't you?" I asked, my voice hinting at the shift. You nodded, your eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. Instead of a fresh diaper, I wrapped a soft towel around your bottom. "For a naughty boy, we need a different kind of reminder." I led you over to the living room, where my black leather riding crop leaned against the wall. "Lie across Mommy's lap, my sweet boy," I instructed gently but firmly, using your core persona. You obeyed, your bare bottom resting on my thighs. I stroked your hair for a moment, the silence filled with the weight of the impending consequence. "This isn't because I don't love you, my precious," I said softly. "It's because Mommy cares about you deeply and wants you to learn how to behave, especially when you are representing my little girl in public." Then, the gentle sting of the crop began. Each stroke was measured, firm but not harsh. With each tap, I reminded you of what you had done – forgetting your manners, demanding things, forgetting who you were. Your soft whimpers filled the air, and I paused occasionally to offer words of comfort and reassurance. Once the spanking was over, I held you close, letting you rest your head against my chest. "Do you understand why Mommy had to do that?" I asked gently. "Yes, Mommy," you mumbled, your voice still shaky. "Good," I said, kissing the top of your head. "Now, for my good little boy, a fresh diaper and some comfort." I led you back to the changing station. This time, I chose a double diaper for you, the extra layers rustling even more loudly as I secured them. This was the "toddler punishment" aspect, a delightful regression. Then, I dressed you in a soft pink onesie, the kind a baby might wear, the fabric stretching snugly over the immense bulk of your double diapers. I even clipped a pacifier to the front, a further regression into the little role I sometimes enjoyed you in. "There," I said, holding you in my arms. "My sweet little baby boy. All safe and sound and cared for." I rocked you gently, humming a soft lullaby until your eyelids grew heavy. I laid you down for a nap, watching over you as you drifted into peaceful sleep. Chapter 4: A Quiet Evening and Subtle Lessons As evening descended upon our home, the soft glow of the lamps cast a warm, intimate light. You were still in your soft pink onesie, the pacifier a gentle presence against your chest. The earlier events at the mall, the quick spanking, and the subsequent nap had left you subdued, yet receptive. I found you curled on the sofa, quietly observing me as I moved about the living area. I settled beside you, gathering you into my arms. Your double diaper, thick and crinkly, rustled loudly as you shifted. I ran my fingers through your short black hair, feeling the athletic strength beneath the child-like attire. The contrast always fascinated me, a testament to the layers of your being. "Feeling better, my little baby boy?" I murmured, kissing your forehead. You nodded, a soft sigh escaping your lips. "Yes, Mommy." "Good," I affirmed. "Mommy doesn't like it when her little ones are unhappy, but sometimes, a little reminder is necessary for their well-being. Do you understand that?" "Yes, Mommy," you repeated, your voice clearer now. "I forgot my manners." "And what happens when we forget our manners?" I prompted gently, my fingers tracing the outline of your visible double diaper. "Mommy has to remind me," you whispered, a faint flush coloring your cheeks. "Precisely," I said, a pleased smile touching my lips. "And Mommy loves to remind you, because Mommy loves you. Now, tell me, what was the most important thing Mommy taught you today?" You thought for a moment, then looked up at me. "To be a good boy for Mommy, especially in public." "Excellent!" I praised, a genuine warmth filling my voice. "My clever little boy." We spent the rest of the evening in quiet companionship. I read to you from one of your favorite storybooks, my voice a soothing balm. You leaned against me, the soft sounds of your crinkling double diaper a constant, comforting presence. It was in these peaceful moments that the deep care in our dynamic truly shone through. No matter the lessons, no matter the consequences, the underlying current was always one of profound love and unwavering attention. As bedtime approached, I led you back to the changing station. "Time for a fresh diaper for sleep, my sweet boy," I announced. I carefully removed the two soiled diapers, the weight of them substantial in my hand. After cleaning and powdering, I put you in a single, but still very thick, white disposable diaper. This was your "boy" diaper for sleeping, still prominent but not quite as overwhelming as the double layers. I dressed you in a loose, comfortable t-shirt for the night. Chapter 5: A New Day, A New Test (or Treat) The morning brought with it a fresh promise, and with it, a decision for Mommy. Would today be a day for continuation of lessons, or for pure, unadulterated adoration? I watched you as you stirred, still in your comfortable t-shirt, your single diaper visibly thick beneath the fabric. You stretched, a small yawn escaping your lips, and the soft rustle of your diaper was the first sound in the quiet room. I decided on a blend. A gentle reminder of your place, but also a celebration of my little girl. "Good morning, my sweet boy," I greeted, leaning over to brush a kiss on your forehead. You blinked, a sleepy smile gracing your lips. "Morning, Mommy." "Time to get up and get ready for a special treat," I announced. "Mommy has a surprise for her good little one, and today, Mommy wants her little girl to be extra adorable." Your eyes widened with anticipation. I led you to the changing station. I removed your night diaper, cleaning and powdering you with gentle care. This time, I chose to put you in a double diaper again, specifically for the "adorable girl" persona I had planned for the day. The extra layers rustled delightfully as I secured them. Then, instead of your usual at-home attire, I picked out a new outfit – a pale yellow frilly romper, also with a cute embroidered bunny, and a tiny matching bonnet. "Today, my little girl is going to be exceptionally cute for Mommy," I cooed, helping you into the outfit. The romper was short, designed to perfectly frame your padded bottom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, a blush creeping up your neck. The embarrassment was still there, a charming part of your persona as my girl, but mingled now with a hint of curiosity about the "special treat." "Are we going out, Mommy?" you asked softly, pulling at the hem of the romper. "We are, my dear," I confirmed, picking up your babyish diaper bag, already packed with spares and wipes. "And today, Mommy wants everyone to see just how adorable her little girl is." Chapter 6: A Public Display of Affection (and Diapers) Our destination was the local park. The sun was shining brightly, and families were out enjoying the day. This was a place where our dynamic, when presented with purpose, could be truly appreciated – or at least, noticed. As we walked, hand in hand, the gentle crinkle of your double diaper was amplified by the open space. Your yellow romper, though adorable, did little to hide the undeniable bulk beneath. I could feel the occasional curious glance, the quick double-takes, and a few whispers, but I paid them no mind. My focus was entirely on you, my precious little girl, walking beside me. We approached the swings. "Would my little girl like to swing?" I asked, my voice a gentle lilt. Your eyes lit up. "Yes, Mommy, please!" I lifted you, your diapered bottom comfortably supporting you as I placed you in the swing. As I pushed you higher and higher, your giggles filled the air, pure and uninhibited. The sheer joy on your face was a reward in itself. Every push made your diaper sway, a subtle, charming display of my control. After the swings, we found a quiet bench. I pulled out a sippy cup from your diaper bag, filled with apple juice, and offered it to you. You took it eagerly, sipping slowly, your hands wrapped around the colorful handles. "Mommy's good girl loves her juice, doesn't she?" I praised, gently stroking your cheek. You nodded, a little bit of juice clinging to your lip. I pulled a small cloth from the diaper bag and wiped it away, as any doting mommy would. A young couple walked by, and I caught the man's eye. He quickly looked away, but not before a faint blush crossed his face. I allowed myself a small, private smile. These subtle acknowledgements, these silent confirmations of our dynamic, were a thrilling part of our public outings. We spent the afternoon at the park, enjoying the simple pleasures. Your compliance, your occasional innocent questions, and the complete trust you placed in my hands filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction. The day was a testament to the beauty of our power exchange, a loving and caring environment where my dominance ensured your well-being, even when expressed in such a unique way. As we walked home, the setting sun casting long shadows, you leaned into my side, tired but content. The crinkle of your double diaper was a comforting rhythm, a constant reminder of who you were for me, and who I was for you. Upon arriving home, before anything else, I led you to the changing station. "Such a good girl at the park," I praised, beginning to unfasten your double diapers. "But now it's time for a fresh, dry bottom." The weight of the two soiled diapers was significant. After cleaning and powdering, I put you back into a single, very thick white disposable diaper, and then dressed you in your usual black T-shirt and comfortable shorts, transitioning you back to your "boy" persona for the evening. Chapter 7: An Invitation to a Special Gathering The invitation arrived subtly, nestled amidst the usual bills and circulars. It was a thick, cream-colored card, embossed with a delicate, almost whimsical crest. My eyes, however, immediately sought the small, almost imperceptible symbol in the corner – a discreetly stylized pacifier, intertwined with a flowing ribbon. Ah, a gathering of our kind. I smiled, a slow, knowing curve of my lips. It was an invitation to a private Adult Baby themed party, hosted by a well-respected Domme I knew from certain exclusive circles. This wasn't a public exhibition like our mall strolls, but a safe, shared space where such dynamics were not only understood but celebrated. It was an opportunity for me to display my care for you, and for you to fully embrace your persona, among those who truly appreciated it. "My dear boy," I announced later that evening, finding you settled comfortably in your black T-shirt and shorts, your single diaper thick and crinkly beneath. "Mommy has received a very special invitation. A party." Your eyes widened. "A party, Mommy?" "Indeed," I confirmed, observing your reaction. "A gathering of other Mommies and their precious little ones, much like us. A place where you can be truly free to be my little girl, without any need for discretion." A mixture of excitement and apprehension crossed your face. You were a little bit cheeky and naughty, yes, but also a little bit meek and embarrassed by your girl persona, particularly around others. This was a chance to help you grow, to truly own that part of yourself in a supportive environment. "Will... will other boys be dressed like girls too, Mommy?" you asked, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. "Some will be boys, some will be girls, some will be toddlers, some will be babies," I explained patiently, running my fingers through your short black hair. "Everyone there understands and celebrates what we are. It is a place of comfort and acceptance, my precious." I laid out the expectations. "For this party, you will be my full-time little girl. That means no acting out, no demands, and complete obedience to Mommy. It is a special occasion, and my little girl must be on her very best behavior to make Mommy proud." Before the party, the ritual began. I led you to the changing station, removing your current diaper. After a thorough cleaning and powdering, I meticulously applied your double diapers, ensuring maximum bulk and crinkle. The sound was almost a symphony. Then, I helped you into your plain pink frilly A-Line midriff top, your white thigh-high stockings, and your black Mary Janes. You looked utterly adorable, a perfect little girl, ready for the evening. Chapter 8: The Party Unfolds - A Diapered Gala The venue was an elegantly decorated private hall, transformed with soft lighting, plush seating, and playful, yet sophisticated, touches. Giant building blocks served as decorative accents, and a gentle lullaby-like music played softly in the background. The air hummed with a unique energy – a mix of adult conversation and the occasional rustle of diapers, the innocent gurgles and murmurs of those embracing their inner littles. I was, of course, in all my leather glory. My black corset accentuated my voluptuous figure, the ruffles of my underwear peeking playfully. My long red hair gleamed under the soft lights, and my knee-high boots added to my commanding presence. On my arm, I carried your special babyish diaper bag, a clear statement of my role. You, my darling, were a picture of adorable submission. Your plain pink frilly A-Line midriff top seemed even shorter than usual, highlighting your athletic build and, most importantly, the undeniable bulk of your double diapers. Your white thigh-high stockings and black Mary Janes completed the look, making you undeniably my little girl. The initial embarrassment was palpable, a shy flush on your cheeks as you clung to my hand, but I could sense a growing curiosity as you observed the other attendees. We mingled, and I introduced you to other Mommies and their littles. There was a stern yet kind Mommy whose "boy" was contentedly building a tower of blocks, his substantial diaper visibly straining against his overalls. Another gentle Mommy was cooing over her "baby girl," who was dressed in a pristine white layette, complete with a matching bonnet. "This is my little girl," I announced proudly, presenting you. "She can be a bit cheeky at times, but she's learning." You curtsied shyly, a delicate movement that accentuated the crinkle of your diapers. The other littles, in various stages of diapered attire, offered their own greetings – some a wave, some a tentative peek from behind their Mommies. The atmosphere was one of quiet understanding and acceptance. Later, as the evening progressed, the playful side of the party emerged. There was a designated "playpen" area with oversized soft toys, where some of the littles engaged in gentle wrestling or quiet play. I watched as you, emboldened by the acceptance around you, tentatively ventured closer to a pile of soft blocks. I allowed you a few minutes to explore, observing your hesitant yet growing comfort in this environment. At one point, a playful challenge was announced: "The best-dressed little!" I gently adjusted your frilly top, ensuring your diaper was perfectly positioned. You stood meekly beside me, your embarrassment a charming addition to your attire. While you didn't win, the applause and encouraging smiles from the other Mommies filled you with a visible sense of pride. You even offered a small, shy wave. Chapter 9: Consequences and Comfort - The Aftermath of Joy The journey home from the party was filled with a quiet contentment. You were tired, nestled against me in the car, your double-diapered form a warm presence. The loud crinkling of your diapers was a familiar, comforting sound, a testament to the night's events. Once we were back in the privacy of our home, I guided you directly to the changing station. "You were a very good girl tonight, my precious," I praised, my voice soft. "Mommy is very proud of how well you behaved." You beamed, basking in my approval. "I tried to be a good girl, Mommy." "And you succeeded, mostly," I chuckled, beginning to unfasten your double diapers. The sheer volume of the soiled padding was impressive. "Though there was that one moment, wasn't there?" You frowned slightly. "When I tried to reach for the cookies at the snack table without asking?" "Precisely," I confirmed. "A little lapse in manners, even for a good girl. And Mommy believes in consistency." After carefully removing both soiled diapers, cleaning and powdering your bottom, I gently placed you back into a single, very thick white disposable diaper. This was your "boy" diaper for sleeping, a comfortable yet still prominent padding. "Now, my sweet, you know what Mommy does when her little ones forget their manners, even just a little bit." You nodded, a familiar apprehension entering your eyes. I led you to the living room. "Lie across Mommy's lap, my sweet boy," I instructed gently but firmly, shifting you back to your core persona for this intimate correction. You obeyed, your diapered bottom resting on my thighs. I stroked your hair for a moment, the silence filled with the weight of the impending consequence. "This is just a little reminder," I murmured, my hand rising and falling in firm, controlled strokes. "That Mommy sees everything, and Mommy always ensures her little boy remembers his manners." Your whimper was soft, quickly stifled, and soon, the spanking was over. I pulled you close, rubbing your reddened bottom through the diaper. "All better now, my love," I cooed, stroking your hair. Then, I dressed you in a soft, oversized t-shirt – a comfortable transition from your party attire to the quiet of home. I placed a fresh pacifier in your mouth, a soft hum of contentment vibrating from your chest as you took it. I carried you to our large, plush armchair, settling you comfortably on my lap. I wrapped a soft blanket around us, and gently rocked you. The party, the new experiences, the small transgression, and the loving correction had left you exhausted. Your eyes fluttered closed, your breathing deepening into the slow, even rhythm of sleep. I sat there for a long time, simply holding you, my cherished boy. The weight of your diapered body, the soft sound of your breathing, the quiet confidence in my dominance – it all affirmed the profound love and care that formed the bedrock of our unique dynamic. This was our life, filled with both structured lessons and boundless affection, a testament to the strength and beauty of a FemDom Mommy and her beloved boy.

Lucy held the position of local manager at a highly esteemed multinational corporation specializing in early childhood products, generating millions of dollars in revenue annually. Through years of dedication and hard work, she had earned her place within the company. However, she faced a significant challenge in the form of her less-than-competent personal assistant. Despite Lucy's patience, the assistant's repeated errors, some of which were grave, had caused serious issues within the company. Following a severe reprimand from her superiors due to a mistake that jeopardized a $17 million deal, Lucy decided to address the situation. During lunchtime, she summoned her assistant to her office and calmly instructed her to take a seat.

Lucy held the position of local manager at a highly esteemed multinational corporation specializing in early childhood products, generating millions of dollars in revenue annually. Through years of dedication and hard work, she had earned her place within the company. However, she faced a significant challenge in the form of her less-than-competent personal assistant. Despite Lucy's patience, the assistant's repeated errors, some of which were grave, had caused serious issues within the company. Following a severe reprimand from her superiors due to a mistake that jeopardized a $17 million deal, Lucy decided to address the situation. During lunchtime, she summoned her assistant to her office and calmly instructed her to take a seat. (if you are interested you can contact me ore privately)

Lucy held the position of local manager at a highly esteemed multinational corporation specializing in early childhood products, generating millions of dollars in revenue annually. Through years of dedication and hard work, she had earned her place within the company. However, she faced a significant challenge in the form of her less-than-competent personal assistant. Despite Lucy's patience, the assistant's repeated errors, some of which were grave, had caused serious issues within the company. Following a severe reprimand from her superiors due to a mistake that jeopardized a $17 million deal, Lucy decided to address the situation. During lunchtime, she summoned her assistant to her office and calmly instructed her to take a seat.

Lucy held the position of local manager at a highly esteemed multinational corporation specializing in early childhood products, generating millions of dollars in revenue annually. Through years of dedication and hard work, she had earned her place within the company. However, she faced a significant challenge in the form of her less-than-competent personal assistant. Despite Lucy's patience, the assistant's repeated errors, some of which were grave, had caused serious issues within the company. Following a severe reprimand from her superiors due to a mistake that jeopardized a $17 million deal, Lucy decided to address the situation. During lunchtime, she summoned her assistant to her office and calmly instructed her to take a seat.

New story! THE DIAPER DATE 1. Mikey Mikey had a nervous fluttering in his stomach as he entered the restaurant. He was wearing baggy overalls and a bulky oversized hoody that extended down almost to his mid-thighs. Underneath it he was wearing a bright blue tight jumper that snapped under his crotch concealing an adult diaper and plastic pants. He was very conscious of his slight waddle and the crinkle the diaper made as he walked. Mikey was 22 with shaggy brown hair and very slight build – he barely weighed 125lbs. He looked much younger – in his late teens - and was quite “twink”-ish and effeminate, despite his experience being completely heterosexual up until this point in his life. He had a sheepish look now on is face as his eyes skirted around the restaurant scanning the patrons. He was here to meet “Mommy Olivia” – this was the only name she’d given. They had started chatting about a month and a half ago - 1st on a popular diaper fetish site – then through the kik app and video chat. Mikey had become interested in ABDL fetishes a few years ago – finding it fascinating in some “primal” way – something hitting a chord deep within him. He found the idea comforting – being fastened into a warm absorbent disposable diaper and being free to wet or mess in it when he felt. When he saw pictures of beautiful women on the internet wearing diapers and baby cloths, he began masturbating to ABDL and diaper messing porn (often behind the backs of the 2 girlfriends he’d had since high school). This was EXTREMELY exciting to him, and he felt very “naughty” for doing so. This type of porn had now completely replaced any other theme, and he only seem to want to watch diaper and “diaper adjacent” videos. He’d become more and more obsessed with it until he’d finally broken down and ordered himself a 10 pack of adult diapers and a pair of plastic pants. Since he lived in his parent’s basement, he was very nervous about being found out by them and had arranged a package pickup at a local courier outlet instead of having them shipped directly to his house. His routine had started by secretly wearing them at night (his crotch and bum area slathered with Vaseline and baby oil underneath) and peeing them while watching diaper porn. He masturbated after they were soaked by rubbing against a large round couch cushion in his diaper - his little 4” dick cumming in the soggy mess of pee and Vaseline inside it before falling asleep contented in his warm wet cummy diaper. He masturbated to girls messing their diapers as well. He had a very keen interest in trying this himself – but due to his living arrangement, hadn’t yet tried it. This went on for quite some time – him carefully hiding his wet diapers from his parents – while his sexuality became increasingly more tied to this fetish. He ended up breaking up with his last girlfriend 6 months ago and now his whole sex life was devoted this diaper fetish. He had recently started chatting with other ABDLs on fetish sites and this is where he met “Mommy Olivia”. 2. Chatting with Mommy It had been quite an evolution of kink chat and games that they had engaged in during their frequent chats. He had cum hard the 1st few times as she guided him through his regular wet peepee diaper masturbation in the message function. She started insisting he call her “Mommy” and started messaging him more often when he was at his crappy job at Starbucks. She started getting him to send her photos of himself in a diaper and take videos of himself changing them and taking baths. She convinced him to start completely shaving all the hair off his body(except his lovely “brown shaggy mop” as she called his hair) until he was used to being bald everywhere. Then they were doing several hours of video chats in the evenings, as she guided him through everything he did during them. He didn’t know exactly how old she was, he guessed about 38-40, but she was still very beautiful and had a toned athletic body. She dressed in back vinal tops but wore a wear “Mom” apron over it with pink flowers. She never got naked on their chats, but he knew she was using a vibrator under her underwear off camera. One time he had to go poo during one of their chats and he excused himself to go to the loo – but she stopped him and insisted he do his poopies in his diaper. He had been very curious about this for the last few months but had been too scared his parents would discover him from the smell. She eventually talked him into it, and he pushed a big stinky log into the back of his diaper as she watched on the video chat… encouraging him with “Oh, what a good little baby boy!”, and “That’s it sweety - push now…”. She made him sit down on it and squish it in as she asked him to describe how it feels. When she guided him through his pillow cummies after - he never came so hard! He passed out after and woke up in his stinky diaper an hour later, panicked that the basement now stank of poo. He stated covertly changing, washing and getting rid of the evidence before his parents woke up, burning several incense sticks around his room. Next, she had him buy a small dildo and a butt plug online and guided him how to use them. He squatted in front of his web cam over his open wet diaper the 1st time he pushed the dildo into his pink virgin rosebud. He hadn’t even had a finger up there before. She cooed words of encouragement as he lowered himself on it groaning and gasping in pain- saying, ”Ooooh…I can’t do it Mommy! Owies!” – but eventually getting it all in. She made him sit in his diaper and fasten it around himself, lock the dildo in place up his bum – then masturbate on his pillow, the dildo pushing in and out of his little freshly stretched pucker – until he came with it inside him. She taught him how to use the butt plug and made him wear it under his diaper for his entire shift at Starbucks – denying him his morning poo and making him drink several cups of coffee during the shift till he was sweating and ready to explode - texting him often asking how it felt. She made him turn on his video chat as soon as he got home and strip down to his diaper – making him struggle and force the plug out as she watched and pleasured herself, until it finally came out in his diapers. He let out a huge moaning sigh as it was immediately followed by his days poopies. As he lay there breathing heavy – he watched her come hard over the video chat. She guided him through several kinky escapades over the month. She collected several videos of him in messy diapers, with open diapers, in sexual poses in front of the cameral, making him say submissive sissy baby talk things as she recorded. She told him how proud she was that his little sissy bumhole was getting looser and he was starting to enjoy the dildo and make his good cummies with it in. She was also proud he was making his diaper poopies more frequently and enjoying sitting in them like a good stinky baby. He lived for these sessions and lost all interest in finding a new girlfriend. He would do anything that Mommy asked at this point. And hornily anticipated the next kinky thing she would make him do in front of the camera. So, when she told him that she would be coming to his city next Saturday – and that they should meet up in person – he could not believe his excitement.

We are in 2305: the human species on the planet earth evolved in a particular way: men are gotten gradually smaller (about 2 feet) and women are gotten gradually taller (about 6 feet) . In all the world women, taking advantage of the difference of size, have taken the control of the society confining men in marginal roles. In some parts of the world the fashion of treat men like baby or toddler has caught on, and though usually men didn’t like this fashion the society tolerate it. ‐----------- Mike was a young man 20 years old, he two feet exactly average for men, dark hair and eyes and a very enterprising character , so that in this era and despite the various difficulty he lived alone. He had succeeded with great difficulty to convince her mother and her sister to let him live alone in this world in which women were the masters of the world and he convinced with the same difficulty his landlord to rent him her flat. It was a very big flat and he stayed very well here: he had a very big room that he used like studio too (he worked like game designer for an important company) and with his pay he could live very well. Some month after his landlord phone him to say that she decided that give the other room of the flat to a young woman. (I would like be Mike, please don't write two lines for post but be descriptive. I would like insert some fantascentific elements too like flying cars, robot (not nanny), ecc)

I am 20 and a male. So I went on a 6 hour long car ride a few weeks ago. I was visiting a city in Southern California. I didn't bring any ABDL supplies like diapers or anything on the trip (even though I was only traveling by myself). I was there for a while and midway through my stay there, I decided to order diapers through Amazon. I have Amazon Prime so they should arrive the next day and they did. So my plan was at the end of the week to check out of the hotel and wear diapers the whole way back home. The drive is a long 6 hours but more like 7 including stops. I bought a pack of Abena M4 diapers because they had Amazon Prime. Now, these diapers are not discrete at all! They are bulky and crinkly, but they were the cheapest. I didn't want to spend a ton of money and a pack of like 12 was only $20. I ordered baby powder too. So, it is the end of the week and I was heading home. I decided not to diaper myself in the hotel before checking out because I still had to interact with people in public. I just packed the diapers and powder in my suitcase. There are many rest stops throughout the drive so I figured I could just change there. Now! Note that I've never really worn in public, maybe once or twice in a tiny pullup but that's it and now I'll be trying with a huge diaper. But it's fine because I'll be in the security of my car for the most part. Sorry with all the background information but this is where it gets interesting. So I stopped by 7-11 and picked up large drinks and snacks for the ride back. I actually missed the first rest stop back and the next one wasn't for another 2 hours so I decided to stop by a gas station. This is nerve racking because these restrooms are not individual rooms. I got a backpack and slipped a diaper in it. I was wearing slim jeans so I hoped it wouldn't show too bad. I got in and I went in the big stall in the back. The toilet had no lid so I had to like sit on one side of the seat. I honesty thought I might slip in. Anyway, I pulled out the diaper and proceeded to quietly unfold and spread out the diaper. I think it was pretty loud but I tried doing it when other people weren't in the restroom. It was really hard putting it on but I eventually did. I pulled up my jeans and even flushed the toilet to make it seem normal. There weren't any mirrors so I honestly had no idea if it was just like totally noticeable or not. There were a lot of younger people and kids there so I was even more anxious. I walked all the way to my car and the crinkle was really obvious but luckily it was pretty loud outside. The feeling of walking with a thick padding in your pants was definitely weird. But, anyway I made it to the car and sitting on the diaper was surprisingly soft and comfortable. Off we go again. I'm driving and I've already drank a lot of water so I just start wetting whenever I feel the urge. It was actually A LOT of pee. I'm surprised I didn't leak at all. So I was sitting in this for about 30 minutes but then I had to poo. It must've been something I ate or drank earlier. I lifted up my butt a little bit from the seat and out some a moderate amount of poo. It smelt pretty bad. I sat back down and realized the situation I just put myself in. The next rest stop was sure to be an adventure. I arrive at the next rest stop and there is a surprising amount of people there. And up pulled up too large buses with kids so I just sat in my smelly car waiting for the amount of people to lower. It was fairly dark out too so at least it wasn't in bright daylight. So my car smelt super bad! My diaper was nearly about the explode I felt. I dug through my suitcase once again, grabbed another thick diaper and slipped it in my backpack. I looked at the restrooms and realized they were communal and not individual. But I had to do it because I couldn't show up at my house being like this. So I began walking to the restroom and I could feel my butt moving like I had a huge messy diaper on. I pulled down my shirt a lot to make sure it wouldn't ride up above my waistband. I got to the restroom and got in on the stalls. I sat in the same position as before and wow was that a lot of squish. It smelt bad too but I hoped it was blend in with the men's restroom anyway. Anyway, I acted like before and tried being as discrete as I could. I unstrapped the messy and wet diaper and it had squished around the entire diaper so I was practically covered in poo. Luckily I had some facial cleaning wipes that I shoved in my bag or else I would've been screwed. The toilet paper was thin and kept ripping so I was making a lot of noise. I used a lot of the wet wipes to wipe as much as I could but I was still making a complete mess and the smell was getting worse. And there was a constant flow of people in and out of this restroom. I rolled up the diaper and put it to the side and continued to try and wipe myself clean. I was making so much noise in addition to the crinkle of the diaper! I was sooo anxious! But I cleaned myself as much as I could but my body still smelt really bad. I grabbed the fresh diaper and powdered it before putting it under me. I then powdered my legs and butt and everywhere a lot to try and cover up the smell. But if the poopy diaper smell wasn't already a dead giveaway then the baby powder smell was because I put on so much! The diaper is so crinkly too OMG! So I waited when there was a brief period where no one was in the room so I quickly wrapped myself and tapped it on. I forgot how stiff and bulky a fresh diaper is on your body. But anyway, I puled up jeans once again over my thickly padded butt area. I packed my backpack but now I had to discard of the messy diaper. I tried rolling it up in some toilet paper but the paper kept ripping so that was no use. I decided to make a run for it for the trash can which was just outside the door. Luckily nobody entered the restroom at that moment so I was in the clear. So, I washed my hands Thoroughly and starting walking back to my car. The diaper under my jeans must've been so obvious. Regardless, I made it back to the car without any confrontations. Furthermore, there was about 2 hours left on the ride back and half was spent in another wet diaper. It was all the water and Poweraid I drank earlier. I didn't mess this time and figured I could hide a wet diaper at home easier. But I still filled it up pretty good anyway. This is a long story. I eventually made it home without any problems and to my backroom where I could change and shower. I went to bed that night thinking about how babyish I was and was thinking about uncontrollably messing and wetting myself like a little baby who wears diapers and needs a pacifier. I wish I could wear 24/7 but wow, wearing and changing in public, especially in a messy diaper is nerve racking. If I can't wear 24/7, I hope to be a bedwetter someday. Anyway, that's my true story! I hope you all enjoyed although it was quite a long story. Thanks for reading!! Please feel free to comment any of your stories of wearing on road trips or changing in public! Note: I didn't grammar or spell check this so please forgive my errors. I just wrote this quickly because I wanted to share and didn't have time to edit.