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I was curious how other mommies and daddies here handle their little ones. I have been a mommy for a long time. I have been with all kinds of adult little boys and girls and have tried all kinds of methods to keep them feeling small and infantile.

Dan was 16. His mom had remarried and had triplets.

Chase Was 15 he has blond hair and wore tshirts and shorts even when it was cold out. he was about to graduate to junior His mom was pregnant when Chase was 13, she was pregnant with twin boys.

Hey I'm looking to do a family RP where I am the youngest son of four kids I have failed every class and have been acting like a baby I need three older sibling (have to be older than 10) a mom and a dad

Hello everybody I'm about 2 years into my current relationship with my baby (we reconnected after 8 years apart) and she recently did something that put a strain on our relationship because it so closely mirrored how my last one ended. The ABDL side of our relationship is very strong and very close but we haven't really delved into discipline yet, sometimes I think I let her "get away with" too much when she's in Little Space. She apologized very sincerely. but I think it will take a little longer for the wound to heal on my end My question is, is it considered fair to punish Littles for mistakes they make that effect the relationship as whole? Or only acceptable when in Little Space and they make what could be considered a Little Mistake? Thanks and hugs to all!

This rp involues regression but not to babyhood. It's more like around ten-years old. A 21-year old male actor getting ready for a part in a tv show tries to pass himself off as fifteen year old student. His friend, who also wants the part, helps him out by hacking into the schools Cloud server. However the friend knows his body makes him look more like a ten-year old girl and makes sure that happens. So instand of being in tenth grade he will be in fifth grade. He also wets the beds so that makes it worse and he will be treated more like a seven year old. I am willing to make changes, add characters or anything. Just no regression to infant, no sex, slow regression and posts need to be long and descriptive, at least five sentences each. The longer the better and more descriptive the better.

Natalie has pretty much a normal life. She's a 17 year old girl, and had decent grades and good family. Though one Friday night she was hanging out with a couple of her friends Jasper and Abby, behind an abandoned building, drinking alcohol. They thought she needed to relax and just have some fun. So if course even after a few beers she was really drunk, and her friends left to go pick something up and said they would be back. For some reason she knew this was a bad idea cause they haven't been back door an hour or so and she was starting to feel sick. Natalie got up to leave but started to hear suspicious noises. It started to freak her out not knowing what to do.

James woke up in a wet bed, it wasn't even

David and Naomi James are happily married with 2 kids. Skylar was 16 and becoming quite the handful.

The day began as it usually did, with the peeling of sweaty sheets off of his chiseled upper body. This time, not only was the bed drenched in sweat, it was also soaked with a good dose of urine, making him gag in disgust. Oliver wasn't usually the type to piss the bed, but he'd been getting so wasted lately that it was hard not to. Humiliated and annoyed that he'd have to sneak out again to both get his piss-soaked sheets and undergarments washed but to also do so without alerting anyone in the house, he dragged himself out of his room. The air, thick with the reek of something mingled with sweat and piss, made him want to vomit, but he choked down last nights'

Amy was just resently exspell from school dew to bad behavior so her mother decides to punish her and make some new rules

Jo is a charming girl of 18 years old. She's smart, and pretty, she has everything a girl could ask for except one thing - a dry bed every morning. She works desperately to hide her problem from her roommate, until one day she gets home to find them sitting at the kitchen table, her box of adult diapers on the table. She freezes. "I can explain," she squeaks.

Lizzie is around 18 years old. She's average height, and a little chubby, but everyone thinks it's cute. Everyone thinks

Baxter reform college is the premiere reform college for those college students parents who want their out of

Chapter 1 He awoke to the sound of a car's engine starting up, and immediently knew that something was wrong. For one thing, he was in a great deal of pain-something he hadn't felt for God knows how long-he was sitting in something that was soaked, that clung to his bottom, and his thighs and bottom were hurting so badly that he couldn't help but start crying. What didn't help was the alteration of his vision; every bright light made his eyes ache, and everything looked to be larger than he was. As he moved himself around, he felt something tighten around his body, and unleashed an annoyed curse when he found that it only served to put pressure on his already aching thighs and bottom. Sobs erupted from his lips before he could hope to stop them, and he heard someone sigh. "The bastard's awake, Fazbear." The name automatically sent a wave of hate and anger throughout his body, and before he could react, opening his mouth to scream, something was forced into his mouth. "He's just being difficult; just check his diaper and make for damn sure he's nice and wet." At the sound of that, he felt confused; what did they mean, nice and wet? If they put him into a diaper, didn't they intend to get him out of it? He was about to ask, when a hand jerked back the waistband of the wet diaper and a man with black hair peered into it with a malicious grin on his painted face. "The poor thing didn't wet his diaper enough yet; thank God. I guess he's just cranky." What in fresh hell was this? Frustrated, he spat out the rubber thing that had been in his mouth and tried to speak, "What the fuck is going on-" Nobody seemed to pay his words any heed; whoever had spoken earlier was silent, and the painted man just plucked the rubber object up from the ground, dusting it off before plopping it back in his waiting mouth. Bothered by this development, he spat it out once again, and began talking once more, "Tell what's happening! I didn't sign up for this shit-" when, once more, the dreaded object created to make him placid was forced back into his mouth. The painted man smiled when he sighed in surrender, folded his arms, and began sucking on the rubber. "What a funny baby; you just want attention, don't you? Spitting out your cute little pacifier and babbling like that; you're just so adorable, trying to be a big boy." This was strange; did they not hear him, or were they just not listening to a word he said? Bothered by being ignored, he plucked the offending rubber from his mouth again, and this time, he screamed his words at the top of his lungs in hopes that somebody would listen, "Why am I here, and who are you people?!" After a moment of heavy breathing, he saw the painted man smirk coldly as the engine stopped, and heard a loud click when the man pressed down on the thing that had been holding his body in place, lifting him from it with ease. He was bounced up and down gently as the man carried him out of the car, murmuring in his ear, "Be quiet, baby; it's okay. You're just confused because you're in a new place, aren't you?" For a moment, he was silent, attempting to digest whatever was going on, when he realized something that was truly horrifying. This man wasn't much larger than he was; his long, now fleshy legs were still dangling from the man's hold on his bottom right over the arms that clutched him, and he still retained his budging muscle. His wavy, brown hair remained as long as ever, and he was wearing a sodden cloth diaper big enough to swaddle him. He was human again, still an adult, but how, and why? As he tried desperately to escape the grip that held him firmly in place, he saw the other problem with this. The man who had just left the car, the one who had an oddly large diaper bag slung over his shoulder and walked at the flank of the one who held him, was carrying a loaded machine gun that was aimed right at his body.

Chris is a 15 year old boy who's quote mischievous playing pranks on his family an friends. The week before his 16th birthday his friends an family get together, an plan out a extra special birthday for Chris where he gets dosed with a formula that starts to make him loose bladder an bowl control, need 3 ppl to play my mom an 2 older sisters how tease an baby me after his birthday moms 35 an the sisters are both17.) * I head home excited that tommrow is my birthday*

(This is a story I have been dreaming up for quite a while now; I hope everyone enjoys it! Please give me constructive criticism; I know that I'm not the best writer out there, and I want to improve.) Prologue "You miss your child." A woman, clad in a crisp, white suit, spoke bluntly to a man seated behind an oak desk. At the sound of her words, the dark haired man's normally pale face flushed a deep red, and his teeth clenched in an enraged snarl. However, the woman seemed to be quite unruffled by the man's change in expression; she merely adjusted her glasses and sat back in her leather armchair, awaiting a response. The man's shoulders grew tense, and he responded with a cold, twisted grin that sent chills down her spine, "You think I don't miss the little cretin?" She clasped her hands together nervously as he continued, grief and sadness seeping into his voice, Of course, I do; the boy was my own flesh and blood!" The woman was satisfied with this response; she brushed her light brown hair from her eyes, before leaning over to the man, speaking softly as if to calm him down, "There is a way to get you another child, Hans, but you know that there is a price." To her surprise, the man rose up from his seat and narrowed his eyes coldly, clenching his large, tanned hands into fists at his sides in a display of annoyance, "I know; he won't be well behaved. You've told me before; do you not trust me to take care of a goddamn child, Maria?!" Maria, as this manicured woman was named, offered him a sympathetic smile. She knew that he was going through rough times, after the loss of his beloved son. It made it all the easier to manipulate him into taking her latest problem off her hands. With a chuckle, she kept her voice soft and oozing with pity for the trembling man, edging closer to his taut body, "He is not just a child; you know that. You will need to ensure that he knows his place; people like him are difficult to tame, but we've broken more than enough of his kind, haven't we?" Hans ran a hand through her hair and then took it away, striding over to the window of the office. She knew that he had made his decision the minute he spoke, "Fine." His voice was colder than ice, hoarse with sadness, his posture taut, as if he were a rubber band preparing to snap. "Bring the little cretin into my home tomorrow with the necessary supplies; I will purchase the diapers myself. You recommended the tapeless sort, correct?" All too satisfied with his compliance, Maria wrapped her skinny arms around Hans' larger body, laughing to herself, "Yes; after all, I wouldn't want the baby to take off his diapers." The two dissolved into laughter at that remark, and after they collected themselves, Maria dipped her head to the now smiling, red-faced man. She felt sorry for the poor bastard; she could only hope that the baby she brought in would suit his needs perfectly, "Thank you for being so agreeable, Hans; I know that being a Stork is hard for you. Having to raise another baby will be challenging for someone of your caliber-" With a lopsided smile, the man cut her off, lifting his fist as if to threaten her, "We both know that he isn't really a normal baby; he's been convicted of petty theft and arson, hasn't he? What baby so you see carrying a match in his diaper?" When the woman turned to leave, embarrassed by his remark, Hans spoke again, this time with a venomously joyous tone, "Bring the darling baby boy to my house first thing tonight; I'll get the nursery ready. I haven't been a real father since..." He trailed off, before shaking his head as she set one foot outside of the dark office. The reek of alcohol reached her nose, making her gag, yet she neglected point out the stench that she now smelled, "He'll have to adjust to having such a lovely daddy, Hans; just make sure not to go easy on him." After a moment of silence, Hans ran a hand over her cheek, and whispered, "Goodnight; I'll set up the baby shower tonight." The prim and proper woman lifted her chin, and responded with a kiss on his cheek before crooning into his ear, "I'll bring the baby." She ventured into the darkness outside, armed with nothing but a bottle of milk in her purse and a shaker of baby powder in her hand. This would be delightful, she knew; simply delightful, to put the heinous criminal in his place. After a few minutes of walking along the dimly lit, filthy streets, she waved down a taxi and got a ride to the nearby prison. She was going to visit the baby, and he was going to get two choices from her; come with her willingly to meet Hans, or get dragged by his ear, kicking and screaming. Knowing him, it would most certainly be the latter that he chose...

Miranda wathced Kayla from across the campus cafetiera. Everything about her SCREAMED spoiled rich girl. She was attractive sure,but spoiled and Haughty. Green eyes watched as Kayla held court in the open cafetiera floor. She felt a small smirk come across her features. She had been foolish enough to ask Kayla out once. And she ahd been rebuffed, publicly and cruelly. But she had a plan for retricution and to finally have the snotty girl.

So I just got the first ever vibrator that can be controlled from anywhere in the world, and I'm looking for a mommy/mistress who wants to control me with it. It's called the Vibease, and has bluetooth built in so that through the Vibease app, anyone I allow can not only turn it on and off, but also adjust the settings to anywhere from a low buzz to super intense vibrations.

Could not find the right forum for this since the question is for everyone and not just bedwetters.

Hello I am quite new to abdl community until now I have kept it secret but no more. I am strugglering now tho as I would love to be told what to do with say a daily routine consisting of wake up time. Bottle times(how many FLoz). Food times (how many jars) nappy change times (should I be enema or suppostires and just natural?) When's bed time. PS when I'm my baby self i use a catheter. I have Nappys Dummy's Bottle Formula milk Baby food jars Baby porridge Rusks Baby bowl and spoons Wipes Baby powder Nappy rash cream Supposties Enema kit Laxitives Castor oil Hand cuffs Onesie If you want to punish me for being bad now you know what I have. If you want me to buy something else for the nursery let me know so I can go get

Hey guys! I am going to be alone in my house for a few week coming up. I love diapers (I wear them for fun). Since I have been a bad boy, I need to be punished. Does anyone have ideas for a diaper punishment? Not to sexual or public.

I like to keep my 'little man' sweetly dressed in diapers, plastic pants, female clothing, and restraints whenever he's/she's at home.

I'm just wondering - do you think that punishment - of the diaper or spanking, or sissy or generally sexual variety - can actually help a person change their ways? And if it can, what's the best way to do it? A lot of stories have been written with this premise. The protagonist does something bad - be it have an accident, disrespect his wife/sister/girlfriend, or whatever - and is forced into diapers as "punishment". As classically construed, it's not only unrealistic, but no punishment at all - we wouldn't write these kind of stories if they weren't our fantasies. They also typically go way out of reality. But to come back to reality. Say you had a willing partner (who would "enforce" the rules you wrote), and a goal in life you wanted to achieve. Would there be any way to use diapers, or other kinky activities, to help you focus on and move towards that goal? Would diapers be a reward? Or are they only useful for fun, and not for changing your life?