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In the middle of the living room, Daniela observed the blank canvas. She was waiting for the spark that would initiate the next phase of her creative process. On the coffee table beside her, countless sheets of paper with drawings of people, landscapes and objects were giving shape to what she liked to call her essence: the ordinary messiness of everyday life. She grabbed a pencil, then glanced down at the sheets. The profile of a woman with a dark complexion and a stern, concentrated face was the opener to the pile of suggestions. Dimensions, colors and tilt. Quite a challenge. Thus, she executed a long series of delicate strokes to the left and right. She had shaped an early version of the head, a rhombus and round cheekbones. She looked forward to building that face. Next, she drew curved lines: one horizontal and one vertical dividing the first in two. There the forehead, eyes, nose, right cheek and mouth would take their place. From top to bottom, the same order in which she studied the subjects before she began to put ink on paper. A few minutes later, the woman's face had been gone over with a black pen. Wide forehead with a few folds of wrinkles, half-closed eyes, aquiline nose, and, finally, thin, bursting lips. Daniela widened her mouth in a satisfied smile, this version was better and worthy evolution than the one in the stack of papers. "Who is that lady, Mom?" asked a sleepy voice behind her. She turned to the child, her little troublemaker. "Good morning to you too, sweetie. Did you sleep well?" Willy rubbed his eyes with one hand. He sharpened his vision by narrowing his eyelids toward his mother's picture. Uncertain, he said aloud, "She looks like a bad person." He moved closer to catch a better glimpse of her. Daniela let out an amused laugh. The little boy may have been right; after all, it was a drawing with no information about who the person depicted was. The possibilities of giving an identity to that face were endless, and without a bit of imagination, it would remain a mere face without a story. "It may even be a good person," she commented happily. "I have just finished contouring it; I will color it in a little while. Until then I'm open to any ideas." Willy turned his head toward the papers stacked on the coffee table. Curious to see his mom's work, the little boy tried to get closer. He rarely saw her sketches, partly complicit in the fact that she kept them sealed in her office, the only room in the house where he could not enter. This was his chance to see one live. "Hold it right there, sweetie!" she called to him, tugging at the back of his pajama shorts. After that she took him in her arms and they walked upstairs. "Did you think I forgot about your friend between your legs?" Friend. How he hated that word! Yet it was not his friend, why was she calling it in that way? "Mom, can't you take it off after we have breakfast?" he complained irritably. "Please!" "No, because after breakfast you will definitely go to the bathroom. So, better to do it now than later." He put on his snout. He found this step in his matutinal routine unfair. The first thing one did as soon as one woke up was to eat breakfast, not to go back to his bedroom and let Mom do the things moms were supposed to do! Arriving in his room, Daniela laid the little boy on top of the clothes drawer. She removed his shorts and, without any warning, tore the two ribbons from his diaper. The intense, penetrating smell of pee plugged their noses. Instinctively, his cheeks turned tomato red and he covered his nose with both hands. His mother said nothing, merely smiled in her usual sweet way. With one hand, she took the ends of his legs and raised them in the air. With the free one, she pushed the soiled diaper away from his private parts and butt. After that, she let them go. She gave him a wipe both front and back with a damp washcloth, then sprinkled him with moisturizer. She did not want irritation to develop in just his most delicate areas. Finally, she slipped a clean diaper under him and tied it off. Lifting his head slightly, Willy reluctantly squared it. The feeling of freshness and softness attached to his skin was reassuring and beautiful, but he sensed that something was wrong. So, he asked his mom, "Have I to wear it in the daytime, too?" "Isn't that what you want?" she replied nervously and confused. "Would you rather I take it off?" He sat down. The diaper made everything more comfortable, as well as everything safer and cleaner. He wanted that state of comfort to never end. "No... it just... feels all wrong. Maybe... it was a bad idea, Mom..." "Willy, I know it's a big change, but don't let your insecurity keep you from being happy. Do you like wearing a diaper even though you are a big baby? I will put it on and support you without a second thought." "What if someone finds out?" He clasped his hands between his legs, his voice turned into a whisper. "I'm afraid of being made fun of by anyone." "As long as you have your clothes on, no one will find out." Mom hugged him. "And if anyone finds out, it's okay. We'll just say you had an accident and the doctor said you have to wear it. We'll use excuses, nothing that problematic." The nine-year-old became agitated. He frowned in an expression of sincere contrariness. "I don't want to tell lies, Mom!" "Unfortunately, you'll have to, Willy. Otherwise, no diaper." At what appeared to be blackmail, the little boy stood firm in his position. "I don't want to tell the lies... why do I have to?" Daniela felt her heart clench. "Sometimes, people don't understand the uniqueness of others. They tend to... become mean and despicable. That's why I'm asking you to tell a lie. I will not punish you for doing so. Just be honest with me. Whatever happens, you must tell me. Okay?" Willy nodded solemnly, not wanting to find himself alone and without friends to play and have fun with. He concluded that speech with a question, "Can I go for breakfast now?"

Hi guys. I am a 22 year old male Adult Baby. I like wearing and being babied, and I am really into the sex side of the fetish. One day, on total impulse and also because the selection of fetish videos is unsatisfying after awhile. The other day I decided to tell my girlfriend of 9 months about my little secret.. I was very nervous about doing so. My last ex was somewhat accepting. She never wanted to talk about any aspect of it and made me feel really weird about having this fetish.. like it was a flaw she reluctantly put up with.. when I broke up with her threatened to tell everyone in our circle (we live in a small town) about my fetish. Her exact words were "how dare you break up with me, i accepted your weird ass fetish.. no one else ever will. " Harsh and it cut me deep. Never thought I could trust anyone with my secret again. I wondered for years if she spilled about my secret to everyone and lived in fear and shame of my secret. My anxiety skyrocketed and I lost my job, house and spiraled into deep drug addiction thinking the whole town had made me an outcast and thought I was a weirdo or pervert. She kept close ties with my family so I pushed them away as well, thinking she had likely told them about my secret and they thought of me different. Two years passed and the scars began to heal. I met a great woman who had a son that I took in as my own. She pulled me out of a dark dark addiction to IV Meth and helped me heal. Sex was good and happened daily. We always both got off. She treats me so good that I knew something i couldnt control (like a fetish) would neveer make her love me less and my urges were beginning to take a toll on our relationship. I masturbated alot to AB stuff to get my fix. I decided to ease into it. One day during sex I asked her to baby talk to me. she noticed this got me really aroused (more than usual) and took it further.. she called me her "baby boy" and I decided to take the final step. I crawled into bed with a diaper under my shorts. (Goodnite XLs) because money was tight. To my surprise she was into it because i was. and she now lets me wear during sex. Thats as far as its went so far. She was really interested in the fetish and told me she wished i would have been honest sooner. She said she didnt think it was weird. And would allow it because "you cant help thats what you like." She asked me to show her the porn on the matter so she could partake better and i am wondering if you all had any suggestions about what to show her or what the next step should be?.. I figured no wetting or messing stuff and just roleplay videos as I dont want to scare her off. She doesnt make me feel weird about it like my ex did, she constantly asks if shes doing it right and wants to know how to please me. Just know that there are people out there who will love you enough to accept ANYTHING about you. You simply have to have confidence bringing up your fetish/whatever it is you have because thats YOU and if that isnt good enough for someone than **** them!!! I now could give a ***** if my ex told the whole town, because the one person that matters sees that it makes me happy and that is okay with that. We are also a normal looking couple surprisingly. Since we as a community dont get to see eachother in person that much. Here is a jpg of her and I. I would like to make AB friends around my age. Girls and guys! Please hit me up!!! I dont want her feeling uncomfortable or move too fast for her. Need this forums help and figured this would be a good place to discuss your partners' reactions when you told them. And if you havent, I may be able to help as I have gotten 2 Non ABDL partners to let me partake so far:) I would advise to be careful who you tell. Your dirty laundry can quickly become everyone's comedy in the age of social media.

There's always talk of who know and who doesn't and who we shouldn't tell about our lifestyles.

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