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  1. So what happened to everyone from abdlstoryforum? Well, a group of us came together with a few other like-minded individuals and made a new place that’s quite a bit different from the previous story board. More transparency. The leadership team have decided to be more open about forum operations, from things such as finances to rule changes. Quality staff. The old place had issues with allowing forum mods to do their job. Mods are fully empowered to do their job. Meaning it doesn’t matter if you're the owner’s sister; if you violate the site rules you will be dealt with accordingly. Stories. One of the biggest things that was seriously wrong with the old place was stories involving underage characters doing certain "acts". On the new site, any stories involving underage characters must first be placed in the appropriate section and reviewed by staff. IF a story with underage characters is posted without the consent of site administration it’s automatic ban. Lastly, underage characters cannot be used in a sexual situation at all and this rule is not up for discussion! More things will be added later in this post, but we wanted to make it short and keep it simple. If there are further questions, I would ask you to post them directly in this thread. Visit us today: The Scriptorium
  2. Good Morning! I have been working on a game for three weeks and I would like you to see what I have done so far, I have been working on the map design and soon I will be able to dedicate myself completely to the story, which I plan to be very long, I have many ideas! If you want to follow this project more closely I will leave you a link to the patreon in which I am publishing it, in addition to the fact that once the map finishes well and has some history, I will publish a totally free Demo. I hope you give me a lot of advice, since I am a little newbie creating video games, and finally I can tell you that right now the game is only in Spanish, although I have thought that for the first version outside of Alpha, it will also be in English! Kisses~ and thanks for reading me n.n Links: https://www.patreon.com/ABDLMiah Links: https://abdlmiah.itch.io/a-whole-week-in-diapers [Alpha 0.21] [Game Update 07/22/2021] In this version, the “potty system” has finally been implemented. I have been working on this update for a long time, now the pee meter works together with the system, when you almost reach the limit the character will pee a little and if it reaches the limit limit will not be able to hold and will let everything out. This update brings 45 different phrases depending on the mental age of the character and how much he wants to go to the bathroom! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  3. Hi Everyone. Long time enjoyer of the forum, first time poster. I've enjoyed reading stories about ABDL for many years now, both on her and across the rest of the vast internet. I'm not new to writing, however this is my first ABDL story that I've written, or at least the first one that I felt good enough about to post. I posted this story first on the abdlstories subreddit, and decided "Hey, why not post it here too." I've completed only 2 chapters so far, but I'll continue working on this story. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and I welcome any sort of criticism. Thank you. Chapter 1: A Day of Relaxation Gone Awry June 2nd, 2023. 2:13pm “Wow, what a shitshow.” I say with a sigh as I unlock the door, stepping into the house. Another tedious day at work. I swear, people always think data entry is an easy position; well I’d like to see them try dealing with the shit I have to deal with. If it’s not my supervisor breathing down my neck, it’s one of my colleagues needing some help with a monotonous task. “Well, at least I got off early today.” I couldn’t be happier with the early release. Mostly because I was about 2 seconds from murdering that idiot Beth. Seriously, how hard is it to save a spreadsheet before you close it out! Well, whatever. Not my problem anymore; at least for the weekend. I hang my coat up on the rack, kick my heels off, and sluggishly make my way over to the couch. I sit down, feeling the weight of the day release from my shoulders. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, I turn on the T.V and begin to scroll through Netflix, hoping to find something to distract me from my hellish day. From across the house, I can hear the shower running, and a smile forms on my face. No matter what bullshit I have to deal with, I know it will be alright. I know I can come home to my favorite person: Emma. I hear the sound of water cease, and a few moments later, I see what I can only describe as the definition of beauty exit the bathroom. Her long, dark brown hair hanging over her shoulder, still damp from the shower. Her skin covered by a towel around her waist, leaving me just able to see glimpses of her fair, glistening skin. I watch as she begins to head to the bedroom, before doing a double take towards me. I watch as her face brightens up. “Roxie! I didn’t know you’d be home so early! How was work?” She walks over to me and pecks me on the cheek, careful not to let her towel fall. “If I have to fix one of Beth’s screw ups one more time, I’m gonna demand a raise for the extra work.” I say, half sarcastically, but with a hint of seriousness within. “She somehow manages to make extra work for me to do on a daily basis.” I shouldn’t be too hard on Beth. I mean sure, she fucks up a lot, but it’s not exactly her fault. Beth joined the company a couple years back as a receptionist, and she really flourished. I remember when I went in for my interview, and she made me feel welcome, calming my nerves. I’d even go as far to say that she was my first friend over there .Unfortunately, the company has been short staffed these past few months, and moved her over to the data entry department. It’s not like she’s the worst member on the team either. Data entry just isn’t her specialty. Most of the time, I don’t even mind helping her out, but with the rest of today…well I guess it just got on my nerves. “I feel bad for her.” Emma remarks. “It can’t be easy being moved around the company like that.” “Yeah, I know. I’ll text her later and tell her not to worry.” I just hope I don’t forget. My brain feels overworked today. I look up at the clock and take note of the time: 2:30. “Hey babe, don’t you have that meeting in an hour?” A look of surprise shoots across Emma’s face, and I can see a bit of panic in her eyes. “Dammit, I thought I had more time! Oh shit, where did I put my outfit…wait yeah I laid it out on the bed! Sorry babe, we’ll talk more later!” “Do you want some help getting ready?” I ask, wanting to remove some of her worry. “No, I should be fine. You just relax for now. You’ve had a long enough day already.” With a second peck on the cheek, I watch as she hurries her way to the bedroom door, hips swaying as I watch her disappear behind the doorframe. I feel sorry for her at times. Being an account manager for her company's high level executives comes with many perks: free travel, time off and a lucrative salary being some awesome bonuses. However, it also means having to make herself available for dinner meetings, out of state conferences, and other hindrances. I decide to resume my task, and after a couple more minutes of scrolling, I settle on a classic; She-Ra. God, I can’t count how many times I’ve rewatched this series, but here I am, going down the rabbit hole once again. I watch as the red N flashes across the screen, and the title intro plays. After a few minutes, I begin to feel a bit parched, and decide a cool beverage is in order. I get up and make my way to the kitchen. As I walk, I hear Emma getting louder in the bedroom. If I had to guess, she misplaced something. “Where the hell did I put those earrings?!? Come on, I just had…oh, they’re on the desk.” I chuckle to myself. This is pretty normal for Emma, rushing to get ready. I know to give her some space when she gets heated like that, so I continue to the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge, I grab 2 cans of Diet Coke. “It’s not like I wanna get back up later.” I reason to myself. Satisfied with my choice of soft drink, I make my way back to the living room. “Damn, I missed Adora finding the sword!” Having seen the show more times than I care to admit, I elect to not rewind, and just continue watching. I watch through to the credits of the first episode before I hear the bedroom door open. Emma walks out, her outfit finally complete. “How do I look? Ready for business?” She asks, fishing for a compliment. “You look gorgeous as always.” I say, sincere in my words. To me, she is, and will always be the most beautiful woman in the world. Today though, her look is that of an absolute professional. Her white, button down shirt buttoned up, with her black blazer overtop, just screams “I know what I’m talking about” while her ironed dress pants complete the ensemble. She looks at me and her lips, crimson lipstick freshly applied, turn into a smile, and a slight blush appears on her face, clearly enjoying what she heard. “Hearing that makes the effort worth it.” I watch as she walks over to the door, grabbing her purse off the coffee table along the way. As she pulls out her keyring from the bag, she turns to me. “I’m not sure how long this meeting will run, but I’m willing to guess it will be a few hours. You know Andrew; he never shuts up.” She didn’t have to remind me. Andrew is her partner at the company, and he truly doesn’t know how to stop talking. When I first met him at the company Christmas party, he went on and on for over an hour about his trip to the Florida Keys. I was only able to escape due to Emma’s timely rescue. He’s a nice guy, don’t get me wrong, but man can he chat your ear off. “Yeah, don’t let him go off the rails again, or you may not come back till tomorrow.” Emma chuckles at my remark, before opening the door. “Okay, well I’ll see you afterwards, no matter the time.” She jokes back. “Love you Roxie, and don’t forget to message Beth!” “Oh shit, thanks!” I can’t believe I already forgot. “I love you too Amore.” I didn’t learn many words from my heritage, but I learned that one. I should really learn more Italian though. With one last smile, I watch as Emma walks through the door, locking it behind her. A couple moments later, I hear the sound of her BMW starting up, before quieting down as she pulls out of the driveway. I sigh, missing her already. With nothing else to do, I return my attention to the T.V, noticing half of the episode having played whilst my attention was pulled. “Aw man, I’m missing all the good parts.” I say before pausing the episode. I sit back, contemplating what else I can do to pass the time. Just then, a realization strikes me; I have the place to myself for a few hours, and no plans for the rest of the day. I smirk as I figure out my new plan. I have a chance to engage in my own little secret. I get up from the couch and, with a brisk pace, I make my way over to the spare bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I lock it out of habit. I know I have the place to myself, but I still can’t get over my fear of being discovered in my secret activity. I walk over to the guest bed, and bend down, getting on my knees. I reach my hand underneath the frame, feeling around until I find what I'm looking for. With a bit of effort, I pull a wooden chest out from underneath the bed. A simple design, one almost wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, at least until they look at the heavy duty lock on the front. I walk over to the walk-in closet, and head to the back, finding the second part of my lengthy process of hiding my secret. I open up a shoe box filled with a pair of old sneakers. I reach my way into the right shoe, and pull out a small key. I then return the shoe box to its place, and return to the chest. Placing the key into the slot, I twist it with shaking hands, my excitement building with each passing moment. With a click, the lock unlatches, and I place it off to the side, making sure to leave the key inside so I don’t forget where I put it. I slowly open the lid, and reveal my secret treasures. Inside the hidden chest, there are many different items that share the same theme. In secret, I am an ABDL. I’ve had a love and fascination for the kink for as long as I can remember. Once I moved in with Emma, I locked my stuff away in secret, afraid that she would think I’m some kind of degenerate…and I wouldn’t be able to stand that. Pushing that dark thought aside, I look over my collection of goodies, and after a moment, I pull out my first item. I’ve always been a bit of a goth, so when I found out about Rearz Rebel design, it was a perfect match for my aesthetic. I pull out the thick padding, and trace my fingers over the small skulls placed throughout. I quickly pull myself out of my mini trance, and grab the rest of my changing supplies before throwing them on the mattress. I lay myself down next to the supplies, before unbuttoning my black jeans, slipping them off of my legs and letting them fall to the floor. I take a look at my panties, looking over the similar design, black with little white skulls throughout. “No more panties today!” I say, making myself chuckle at my own bravado, before sliding those off as well. I then unfold my diaper, and place it underneath my rear, making sure to get the positioning just right. Once situated, I take a quick look at my body. While the hormones had done a bit of shrinkage, I still had a rather decent, if not average, sized penis. I know some Trans women have mixed or negative feelings about their traditionally male organ, I never quite felt that type of dysphoria. If anything, the rest of my figure was the issue, not the privates I have. Continuing with my mission, I begin to sprinkle a decent helping of baby powder over my nether regions. After all, what baby doesn’t smell like baby powder. Once satisfied, I raise the front of the diaper up, and take my time taping up the sides, wanting to make the fit as perfect as it could be. Finally secure, I let out a sigh of relief, before placing my hand on the front of the plastic, enjoying the thickness between my legs. Feeling a pressure on the front began to make my arousal grow, and I take a moment to enjoy it. “I should probably keep getting ready, otherwise I’ll be here all day.” I hop off the bed and return to the chest, pulling out a black onesie with a cartoon skull on the front. You could definitely say I have a theme for this outfit. I temporarily place it on the bed so I can strip out of the rest of my clothing. I unbutton my black button up shirt, letting it fall away, exposing my bra. I debate for a moment if I should keep it on, before reaching behind my back and unclipping the garment. It just wouldn't feel right to wear right now, with the rest of my infantile outfit. I pick up the onesie, and unbutton the snaps on the crotch before slipping it over my head. I feel the fabric expand and constrict to my form as it gets into place. I reach between my legs, and re snap the crotch of the garb. I reach into the chest once again, and pull out a black pacifier, before quickly popping it into my mouth. With a suckle, I walk over to the mirror to inspect the look. “Just like a baby.” I think to myself, and smile behind the dummy. I admire how the onesie confirms to my frame, accentuating the small curves I had developed over the years. I turn around, and look at the thickness surrounding my butt. Anyone looking would be able to tell what was underneath, especially with the design peaking out slightly around the legs. I finally look how I desire. Taking one last glimpse back into the mirror, I turn back to the chest for the final time, pulling out a black bag, filled with various other goodies. Taking it with me, I unlock the door, and head back to the living room. I situate myself back into my spot, feeling the cushion underneath me. I smile to myself, and I truly begin to feel the stress of the day melt away. After a moment of silent relaxation, I reach into the bag and pull out an oversized baby bottle. Deciding to stick to my already opened beverage, I carefully pour the can of soda into the bottle, before opening the second can and doing the same. I screw the lid back on, and begin to place the nipple towards my mouth, forgetting about the paci sitting between my lips. Giggling at my forgetfulness, I quickly attach the pacifier to the clip on my onesie, leaving it hanging within reach. I then return the bottle to my mouth, taking a sip of the refreshing, caffeinated drink. I place the bottle down next to me, before reaching over to the remote, resuming the episode I was watching. I sat there for a couple hours, watching the adventures unfold on the screen. Having finished my bottle, I had gotten up and filled it back up with water, polishing that off as well. As the 6th..or is it the 7th episode began to play, I returned the paci to my awaiting lips, enjoying my own personal nirvana. Midway through the episode, I begin to feel the results of all my consumption. I take a moment to decide if now is the moment I want to release, before deciding to return my attention to the show. Another series of credits rolls across the screen, and I begin bouncing in my seat, the desperation reaching its peak. I realize that I soon won’t have a choice if I want to go or not. Pulling my legs onto the couch, I get into position, sitting on my knees. With a final sigh, I begin to feel my bladder release, slowly at first, but quickly turning into a flood. I feel the warmth spreading around the front of the padding, which eagerly ate up the onslaught of pee. Many seconds pass by, and after what seemed to be a minute, I feel the flow turn into a trickle, before finally stopping. I begin to unsnap the crotch of the onesie, wanting to see myself how soaked I had become, and I was not disappointed. The entire front of the Rebelz had turned a pale yellow color, and reaching my hand down, I could feel the satisfying squish that only a soaked diaper could give. As I was inspecting my results, I felt my arousal from earlier return in earnest, the front of my padding beginning to tent, my erection making itself known. This time, I decide to do something about it. Reaching back into the bag, I pull out my favorite toy, a wireless wand vibrator. Pressing the button, I feel the device spring to life. I sit back down, feeling the warmth had made its way somewhat to the back of the diaper, before bringing the wand to the crotch of the padding. “Oh, how I missed this.” I say as I revel in the sensations. I turn up the speed a level before beginning to move it around, my privates becoming fully erect in the process. I close my eyes, and begin fantasizing about my usual dream. Instead of my hands guiding the wand, it’s Emma, using the device to provide this pleasure to me. I imagine all the things I wish I could experience with her. My mind plays the scene, me squirming around, feeling the wand to its job, while Emma calls me her good girl, her soggy baby, her precious little. All too soon, I feel myself beginning to reach my climax. With the last few strokes of the vibrator, I feel myself begin to orgasm, spurting my load inside my diaper, which happily accepted the additional liquid. I turn the device off, and breath heavily, basking in the afterglow of my alone time. Just as I finish recovering, I hear a sound to my left, and I open my eyes. My heart drops. Having been distracted by my masturbating, I must have failed to notice the sound of the lock on the door, or the opening of it for that matter. There stood Emma, confirming my worst fears. I begin to panic, before noticing something. Where in my worst nightmares, I had always imagined her with a look of disgust, in reality, here she stood, with a massive grin on her face. “Well, out of all the things I expected to walk in to, this wasn’t at the top of the list.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (CW: Shame, Homophobia, Transphobia, Familial Abuse, Mentions of Violence) Chapter 2: Caught in The Act June 2nd, 2023. 5:48pm Dread. All I feel is an overwhelming feeling of dread. For years, my biggest fear has been this exact moment. (I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let this happen! I should have never unlocked that chest!) My internal monologue goes into overdrive, reminding me how I should’ve been more careful, should’ve stayed locked in the guest bedroom, should’ve never engaged in my perverse kink to begin with. I feel my anxiety building with each passing moment. “So…wanna tell me what’s going on here?” Emma asks. I’m unable to read her expression, whether that’s due to my rush of emotions, or her lack of displaying one, I’m unable to tell. (Just talk to her! What’s the worst that she could say? That you’re disgusting, a pervert, a mental case? Yeah…that’s definitely what she’s going to say!) I open my mouth, trying to get any semblance of a word out, just…something. But nothing comes out. Instead, I feel my body enter autopilot, my legs moving faster than I can think, rushing me over to the guest bedroom. I quickly lock the door before collapsing on the floor, holding my head in my lap as the tears begin to form. What if she doesn’t think I’m sexy anymore? What if she wants to leave me? Why couldn’t I just be normal?!? I continue to cry, wishing more than anything that this didn’t happen. But it did. The cat’s out of the bag now, and no amount of wishing would make it otherwise. So I cry; that’s all I can do, is just cry. Suddenly, I hear a gentle knocking on the door, and I hear a voice filled with kindness and concern on the other side. “Roxie, are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you. I tried calling you to let you know I was coming back, but you didn’t answer.” I mentally kick myself, looking over to my jeans and seeing my phone sticking out of the pocket. Me and my forgetfulness. “Listen, I’m not mad, okay? I just want to talk to you. I don’t want to rush you, but would you please open the door?” I sit there for a moment longer, before slowly making my way to the door. I pause for a moment before unlocking the door, and cracking it open, just able to poke my head through. “I’m so, so sorry Emma.” I say with fresh tears dripping down my cheeks. “I never wanted you to see me…like this. I promise you I’ll never do this again, just please don't…” I’m interrupted by Emma pushing the door open. (This is it, she’s going to yell at me.) I think, before quickly being enveloped in a hug. “That’s enough, Roxie.” She says, only warmth in her voice. “I’m here, and I’ve got you. It’s all right.” I feel nothing but kindness and love from her words, not even a hint of anger in her voice. Hearing the conviction in her voice, a new wave of tears emerge from my eyes. Not tears of fear, or of sorrow, but of pure relief. I stand there, wrapped in her embrace, and continue to let out the emotions I’ve been carrying for too long. It feels like years have passed standing there, although in reality, only a few minutes have likely passed. I feel Emma begin to pull away, and I look down at my feet, embarrassed by my emotional outburst. A moment of silence lingers for a moment longer, before I hear her speak. “Are you okay now?” I see the concern in her eyes, still worried about me. I sniffle a bit, and attempt to regain my composure. “I…I’m okay. Thank you…for the hug…” I trail off “Are you sure? It’s okay to not be okay, you know.” She looks at me, awaiting my response. “Yeah, no I’m okay now. It was just…a bit of a shock is all. Last time I forget my phone.” I attempt to make the situation a bit less awkward with my joke, and I think it worked, maybe just a bit. “Listen, I know you’ve probably got a million different things running through your mind right now, but let me reiterate; I’m not mad, not in the slightest. Why don’t you sit down, I’ll make us some coffee, and we can talk about all of…well, this.” I give a slight nod, and head over to the kitchen table. I watch as Emma walks towards the kitchen, turning back long enough to give me a reassuring smile. (I should take a moment to compose myself. I mean, we’ve gotta talk about it at this point.) I close my eyes, and take a deep breath, holding it for just a moment before releasing, and repeating the process. As I feel myself regaining my composure, I open my eyes to see Emma walking out of the kitchen. She places a mug full of coffee in front of me, plenty of cream and sugar inside, before taking the seat next to me. I take a whiff of the warm beverage, and bring the cup to my lips, taking a savory sip. “Before I say anything…” Emma starts “I want you to talk. What does all of this…” she points to my outfit “mean to you. No judgment, just start where you’re comfortable, and speak truthfully.” Where do I even begin, I wonder. How do I explain all of this? Do I lie? Make up some kind of excuse for why I’m wearing diapers and baby clothes? I look into Emma’s eyes, and I begin to feel at ease. I decide to tell her. I decide to tell her everything. “Well…I’m into all of this. I’m an “ABDL”, which stands for Adult Baby Diaper Lover.” I see her expression remains unchanged, so I continue. “I’ve always had a fascination for Diapers, for as long as I can remember. I always dreamed of going back to the moments of my childhood, even when I was…well still a child. I would dream of being able to go back to Diapers, and just enjoy the carefree experience of an infant. As I grew older, my feeling began to change and evolve, becoming more…complex. Not only was I discovering my sexuality, and how it plays into my obsession, but I also began to figure out more about myself. I began questioning my life, trying to figure out why I felt like I was a stranger in my own skin. I would look online, trying to see if someone, anyone, felt the way I felt. Not only did I find out about ABDL, but I discovered that some people can be “Transgender.” After reading more about the experiences of Trans Men and Women, I finally figured out what was “wrong” with me.” I feel Emma place her hand on top of mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. From the moment I met her, she knew about my gender identity. Having always known that she was accepting, I still felt a little anxious, telling my whole story. I take a breath, and continue on with my story. “Maybe a part of me wanted to relive the moments of my childhood, because I never truly had “my” childhood. I was just pretending to be what everyone thought I was. Now that I knew who I was…I knew I had to hide it.” “Why?” Emma asks. “I mean, I get hiding your interest in Ageplay, but why did you feel like you had to hide your identity?” I wince, reliving the harsh memories like they were yesterday. “I hid it because I lived in the south, and it was the 2010’s. The folks down there aren’t exactly welcoming to those who are…different.” I pause, steeling myself for what comes next. “That included my parents. I knew full well how they felt about “Queers”, and I knew for a fact that they wouldn’t change their minds, not even for their own blood.” Emma looks shocked. “I…I knew you didn’t talk to your parents, but you never talked about why. I can’t…I can’t even imagine the feeling.” “Yeah, it was Hell. But I survived. I buried my true feeling deep down, and continued living a life that wasn’t mine. I got through Middle School, and even High School, hating the changes happening to my body, but unable to do anything about it. I just…tried not to think about it. I buried myself into my school work, doing everything and anything I could do to keep myself busy. Eventually, that paid off, and I graduated with honors. I even got scholarship offers from Universities. And then I finally realized…I could be free. I was about to be out in the world, on my own, free to do as I may. And suddenly, I began to feel alive again. I began making plans. I got myself into school, registered for classes, and got into the dorms.” “So you could finally live as yourself? Sounds like you found a way to be happy.” I looked at Emma. I always appreciate her optimism, but not everything works out as you hope in life. “Yeah it does…but then I made a mistake.” She looks at me with a mix of curiosity, confusion and worry. “It was supposed to be a happy day. I was moving out. I had my car all packed and everything. All I had to do was hop in, turn the key, and never look back. I didn’t do that. For some reason, I thought I could finally tell my parents about who I was, who I wanted to be. I told them I was Trans…and regretted it.” I see a tear form in Emma’s eye, too shocked to even speak. “My father told me I was a freak, a degenerate looser, and that I would be doomed to Hell for my sins. He…did more than yell.” I reached to the neck of my clothes and pulled it to the side, showing off my faint scar from all those years ago. I see a look of shock and anger fill her face for a moment, before returning her expression back to composed. She reaches over, feeling the surface of my skin. “That’s how you got that scar? I always assumed it was from something embarrassing, not something so…so wrong! How could he do that to you?” I’ve asked myself the same question over the years. “He told me to leave, and never come back, or else he’d bury me in the ground. Mom..my mother just stood there, not even looking at me. I don’t know if she was just scared of my father, or if she agreed with him. All I know, is that she wouldn’t even look at me. So…I left, and never went back. That…that was the last time I heard from either of them.” “Roxie, I’m so sorry. Nobody should have to go through something like that.” She reaches around the table and gives me a hug. No tears flowed from me this time though, that memory had already extracted all the tears it ever would. “It’s okay Emma. The story gets a bit better from here. I went to college out of state, finally leaving the bigotry of the south behind, and I moved into the dorms, free for the first time. I even had a dorm room to myself. I swear, when I found that out, I felt that my luck was finally turning around. I finally had the time, space and availability to start being me. I got a part time job, and since I didn’t have any other expenses besides my car insurance, I had a good amount of disposable income. I ordered clothes for myself, started practicing make-up, dyed my hair, and even started out on hormones. I was, for the first time in my life, living for myself. Once I got settled into my new life, my mind turned back to my…other interests. I ordered diapers, onesies, pacifiers, you name it, having it all delivered to a P.O box. People saw me bringing packages to my dorm room all the time; they probably thought it was more clothes or something. It wouldn’t have mattered if the did though, nothing was going to stop me, not anymore. I began letting myself explore my ageplay kink, and let me tell you, the first time I put on a diaper, I felt complete. Everything that I had lived through, all the pain, all the suffering, it was all worth it. So..I kept doing it. And well…that’s where we are today.” I wait for her response with baited breath. “Thank you, Roxie, for sharing your story. I can’t imagine your struggle. I mean, having to deal with all of that…your family, and…just wow. I’m glad you were able to find yourself, and embrace the little within you. I want you to know, I love you, and nothing you’ve told me has changed that.” Emma smiles at me, and I return it back to her. It was my turn now to lean over the table, embracing the woman that I love. Then, something hits me. I never mentioned the term “Little” in my explanation. In fact, Emma used the word “Ageplay” before I even brought it up. I then remember the smile she gave me when I was caught; like she knew what I was doing. Not one point during this ordeal did she ever question the fact that I was wearing a onesie, or a wet diaper for that matter. I break the embrace, and look into her eyes. I ask the question now in my mind. “Emma, you know more about Ageplay than you’re letting on, don’t you?” She looks at me for a moment, then returns that same smile I saw earlier in the day. “Guilty.” She says. “Since you were so open with me, I’m going to be open with you.” It was now my turn to listen. “I’m into Ageplay too. Specifically, I’m a Mommy. I’ve been a Mommy for a long time, years before I met you. I actually started out exploring BDSM, and while I enjoyed all the bondage, and the domination, it was always missing something for me. I was craving that touch of innocence that comes with Ageplay. I won’t hit you with my whole backstory right now. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not hiding anything from you, but you’ve had a long day, and I don’t want to dump too much on you at once. For now, know that I’m just as weird and kinky as you.” I sat there, mouth open. Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine Emma, my girlfriend Emma, would even know about the world of Ageplay, let alone having been involved with it for years. My mind was swimming with questions, but she’s right, it has already been a long enough day. However, there was still one more question on my mind, that I just had to have answered. “That still doesn’t explain something. Why weren’t you surprised with me being into Ageplay? You didn’t seem shocked at all. It’s almost like…” “Like I knew?” She finished. “It’s because I did.” I see a guilty look appear on her face. “It wasn’t intentional, and I wasn’t trying to snoop, but I found your stash months ago. I was looking for my old sneakers, and was surprised to find a key inside the sole. You could imagine my confusion. Just as I was walking out of the closet, I…well, I tripped over my own feet.” I laugh, knowing full well that Emma gets distracted when cleaning and looking for things. “Yeah, laugh it up diaper girl.” We both get a laugh out of that one. “Anyways, I spent the next 10 minutes trying to figure out where I dropped the key. I looked everywhere. I checked behind the dresser, under the chair, and then looked under the bed, where I found your chest. At least I knew what the key went to, now I just had to find the key. Ironically, it was in my shoe. Don’t ask how it got there, I to this day don’t know how it happened. I unlocked the chest, and was surprised by the contents, mostly because I knew what everything inside was. I knew I didn’t have any supplies left in the house, and realized based on the sizes that they belonged to you. Plus, out of all the women I’ve ever met, nobody wears more skulls than you. I then panicked a bit, realizing I had intruded on your secret stash. I quickly locked it back up and put the key back in its hiding spot.” “Why…why didn’t you say anything? You had to know at the time it was all kink-related stuff?” I was now confused, wondering why she didn’t act on her knowledge, confront me, hell do anything with what she just learned. “I didn’t say anything because it was your secret to share. It didn’t matter that I was a Mommy, or if you were a Little, it was your secret, and you shouldn’t have had to reveal it before you were ready. If I was sorry for anything, it would be for not knocking before I came in…but this is my place too, so you could imagine how silly that would be.” I got up from my seat, and walked in close to Emma. She looked at me, unsure of what I was going to do. I move in closer, and bring my lips to hers, kissing her deeply. It lasts for a moment longer, before I begrudgingly pull back, needing to get the words out of my throat. “Thank you Emma, for the space, for listening…for everything.” “Don’t mention it. Now that the emotional stuff is over with, I’m suddenly hungry. How about I order us a Pizza, and we watch a movie, and just relax for the rest of the night?” “Sounds good to me!” I state enthusiastically, glad to put the negativity from before behind me. “Alright, how about you head to the couch and pick out something for us to watch? I’ll call the restaurant now.” As Emma pulls out her phone, I begin walking over to the couch, before realizing I’m still in my little attire. (I should probably get changed. Don’t want to push my luck tonight.) I turn around and start walking over to the bedroom, when Emma places a hand on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. “Where are you going?” she asks. “Oh, I was just going to change my clothes…for the movie.” I state, not quite ready to talk about my outfit aloud. I don’t know if I was just embarrassed, or if I was afraid she wouldn’t want me dressed like this right now. Emma then gave me a smile. “Don’t be silly, that’s a perfect outfit. Now get on the couch, crinkle butt.” She says, and gives me a quick swat on the butt, a crinkle sound emanating from my rear. A huge smile forms on my face, and I head back to the couch. I have a thought to myself. “How did I get so lucky?”
  4. The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.
  5. Hello, I want to ask if anyone's read books that have elements that would work perfectly in kink stories (ABDL, sissy, pet play, bdsm, what have you) but are written as normal, or for apparent other reasons. This can be as extreme or subtle, and deliberate or accidental as possible. For example: Brideshead Revisited (a semi classic novel) has a character named "Sebastian" who is a university undergrad that carries around a teddy bear, acts in a very childish manner, and is generally treated in line with that. He definitely isn't meant to be a "little," it was a critique of the naivete of the upper class, but I could definitely see the same character in a kink story. The Garden of Eden, an unfinished novel by Hemingway, deals with a lot of gender flipping. A male character is pressured to present as female while his wife presents as male. Again, not sure what Hemmingway intended, but some parts would definitely work in a sissy story. A probably ripe genre would be (As in swords and dragons fantasy, not AB fantasy) books I've read. The Wheel of Time (spoiler alert for the show) contained things that I only realized later were comparable to pet play, bdsm, and age play. Sword of Truth takes it further with an army of women who are basically dominatrixes. In both cases they are just written as normal parts of their 'worlds,' but I'm fairly certain that is what the author intended.
  6. Hello all, I have posted here a few times before then took a break when the rps I started died out. I am back again hoping to find some people who would want to use roleplay to create some fun diaper based roleplays. I am really into size play (shrinking/growing) where my character finds his or herself diapered. I know its a long shot but would anyone be willing to try to do a rp like that? I have loads of ideas that I am just drying to try. So if that interests you even a little bit send me a message and lets talk about some diaper roleplays. Thanks, Giantessman.
  7. Hello there! We are New Diaper Archive. We have a website where we post old diaper stories which may have been deleted or forgotten and we also post newer content with the writer's expressed permission. If you're interested in a strictly diaper story website please check us out here: https://NewDiaperArchiveGroup.co.uk Our Future: We want diaper stories to be available to everyone and we plan to add accessibility features to our website so people with visual or hearing impairments can listen to or read the posted stories on our website. We also want to create a community website such as dailydiapers.com, but with exclusivity. We want a website where only our best community people can access it. People such as donators or sharers. You can find more about our goals here: https://NewDiaperArchiveGroup.co.uk/our-goals/ I hope you enjoy our website, Thank you!
  8. Introduction Nestled in a forested and remote part of Pennsylvania, the close-knit community known as Little Haven is more than just a town—it's a unique space where littles and their partners, who often take on the role of caretakers, come together and live. This extraordinary community is exclusively populated by individuals who actively engage in the ABDL (Adult Baby Diaper Lover) lifestyle or simply love the sight of happy faces freely being themselves and enjoying what they love. Despite its secluded location, Little Haven has tons of amenities that make it so residents don't have any reason to leave town once they arrive. Some of these amenities include trails and parks, as well as its own adult daycare and schooling system tailored specifically for adult littles or adults looking to further their education. Adding to its charm, Little Haven features a grocery store, inviting spots for littles to hang out, and a couple of places to grab a bite or drink. What truly sets this town apart though is its adoption center, a unique institution facilitating the integration of new residents into the fabric of this secluded society. This exceptional community was created by a wealthy founder—a media mogul turned semi-retired and cheerful mayor. Generously, the mayor directly covers a significant portion of the town's expenses. This financial support is complemented by a constant influx of development and investment from new residents eager to lead a unique kind of life. Many of these residents contribute to the town's prosperity by working remotely or at local offices and factories, producing a variety of ABDL and Little supplies. They supply the community and the rest of the world with products such as adult diapers, pacifiers, little clothing in many sizes, adult baby furniture, and educational resources for the community. It is because of all this that the town is able to survive and thrive in the 21st century, allowing adults all over the world to come and participate in what makes them truly happy. This is little haven.
  9. Finding New Things was one of the victims of the trouble that hit the forums. I'm only reposting now because I decided to go through and do a little editing. Now to see if the formatting will behave or if I'll have to send it to the corner (how's it look to you? It looks a little off to me like the lines are squishing together). I'm going to repost a chapter at a time until I have the seven that were previously posted and the just completed chapter eight. Finding New Things by LittleFenny Chapter One James I finally finished my late shift at the cafeteria and made my escape on my bike. It had been dish room duty again but at least this time I was stationed on the catcher's end of the dish machine which meant I only had to deal with stacking dishes and baskets of silverware while bathed in steam. With tomorrow off I'd finally get some time in at the nightclub I'd been reading about. City life had one big advantage over the old small town. With so many people around there was a good chance you could find a place out there for you. Most of the fetish friendly nightclubs I'd heard about were really only friendly to a limited crowd. But if what I'd read was true then the Neon Emerald was trying to be welcoming to everyone. And since I'd been reading those reviews on one of my favorite forums I was feeling hopeful that this time I wouldn't be disappointed. I'd even made a post of my own that I'd be showing up tonight and was interested in finally meeting local members face to face. Which was why I was wearing a few extra things tonight as I took my bike across town. The most obvious was the black nylon collar complete with a pair of brass tags. One had my name on it or at least the name of the RP character I liked to use on-line. James Fenton Redtail was actually pretty close to my real name, Jayne Felton Ridgell. The other was a paw print shaped tag with a QR code in the middle. I'd had to special order that on-line but I thought it was worth it. When scanned the code would point to a web page I'd set up so people could contact me without having to give them my regular email address. I'd actually worn that at work a few times when I was in the right mood so it hadn't even attracted much attention today. Which was good, because with the last two items I really hadn't wanted to get any extra attention. They were two items I'd been nervous buying let alone wearing. The first was a generic adult diaper that had a pale orange plastic backing, because there seems to be a law that any halfway decent adult diaper shouldn't ever come in a color that regular underwear would come in. Then for a little fun and to cut down on the crinkling noise I'd put a pair of plastic pants with a teddy bear print on over those. I'd been nervous all shift. Every spare moment I had I'd check to make sure my shirt was still tucked in. Fortunately our plain white uniform shirts were long and a belt for the black pants was mandatory. Even if I was no longer neatly tucked in after the first hour I never came close to having my shirt come completely untucked. Still it was the most nerve wracking and the most exciting shift I'd had in a long time. Something about knowing I could be caught at any time was as exciting as it was terrifying. Turning at the corner I cut through the park next to the library. At night there weren't many lights in the park as there were on the main street's sidewalks but the paths were wide and mostly clear of people. This was one of my regular shortcuts so when I reached the straight section I stood and started peddling hard. There were steps at the end and in the late evening you could get away with catching some air without anyone yelling at you. I have to say it really felt strange peddling and riding with that extra padding and the little bit of slickness my teddy bear-pants were giving. Riding in to work had been one thing but going all out like this I could feel things shifting and sliding over and over. I was just starting to have second thoughts about jumping down the steps when the choice was pulled away from me. Coming back down on the seat I felt myself slip a little and in a panic jerked the handlebars. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as the back wheel of my bike fishtailed into a skid on a smooth patch of sidewalk and then with a dizzying flash of light I went weightless and tumbled through the air. Staring up at the stars I just couldn't bring myself to move. I think I must have faded out for a while because the next thing I knew I heard the strange warbling of a siren while lights flashed on the edge of my vision. I heard voices and tried calling out to them only to find my throat raw like I'd been screaming. With what I could remember I probably had been. But my whimpers must have been loud enough because I soon had a flashlight shining at me and then a second and yet another as the voices grew closer. That's when I finally felt the pain stabbing up from my right leg and along my back. I must have been a miserable sight whimpering on the ground in the beams of the flashlights as I finally passed out a second time. Andrea "Chamber vacuum, confirmed." "Primary capacitor bank, full charge confirmed." "Tuning field stability, confirmed." "Secondary capacitor bank, full charge confirmed." Andrea watched each item on the checklist flickered from red to green on her monitor while she did her best not to sneeze from the heavy scent of ozone filling the room. Ten minutes earlier it had merely smelled like the air after a heavy thunderstorm. Now it was well past annoying and had her fur standing on end as if from static electricity. Concentrating on the experiment she checked the screen on her left which showed a chromed ball resting on a simple three pronged stand. At the touch of a button the screen on her right changed to show the telemetry readings for the target zone. Across the room one of the guys gave in and sneezed twice as the ozone scent grew stronger. "Maybe citing health concerns will get a little boost to the budget to fix that." "Tokomatsu-Zinke Field Effect, confirmed. Disruptions are forming. Field strength is dropping. Triggering capacitor banks in 3... 2... 1..." The screens flickered. Failing just as the fire alarms began to blare and strobe lights flashed. She couldn't see just what happened, but when her screens came back up there was no longer a chromed sphere resting on its stand in the primary chamber. Indeed there no longer seemed to be a stand in the chamber for the ball to rest on. While the others called back and forth tracking down the alarm Andrea checked the target zone. "Yes!" She saw a spike of electromagnetic energy recorded in the target zone at effectively the same instant the the capacitor banks were fired. But her ears flicked back in dismay when she checked the rest of the readings. No matter how many times she read the charts there were no more signs of a success. Switching to cameras didn't show light reflecting off the sphere or anything else for that matter. "It has to have gone somewhere. The source chamber is empty." Changing windows she rewound the recorded video from the test chamber and snarled when the recording proved to be just as scrambled as the live feed had been. Feeling a headache coming on she turned and growled at the safety station, "Ogden! Is there actually a fire anywhere?" "There was a minor one in the secondary capacitor bank. The suppressant has it out now." "Then shut that alarm off! I'm trying to find our test target and I can't hear myself think!" "Yes ma'am. I'll need to call the Campus Safety office." "Then call them!" Taking a deep breath she switched on her microphone. "Cicely, get someone in the source chamber and confirm whether the test sphere is gone or if it didn't just fall in the corner." "Ogden, why is that alarm still going!" "Soon as I told them our fire was out they said they had an injured person to help and they'd get to it when they got to it." He shrugged, "Consider it a test of the fire department's response time? They can shut it off too." "Don't you know how?" "Know how? Sure. Have permission? No. Would you like to sign off on ordering me to do it?" Sign off on violating Campus Safety's procedures? She'd get in less trouble vandalizing the chancellor's office. "Fine, let me know when they get here." Turning back to her screens she slipped on her earphones and pulled up some music. The sound canceling couldn't do anything for the strobe lights but at least it deadened the horn.
  10. I have been here a while now and have had some hit and miss roleplays. One of my favorites has been the My Baby Husband Thread with @Nappy_Queen. She has since not been on the site and I have been roleplay less for a long while. In the past I have been looking for story based roleplays with shrinking and growing. I am still looking for that but I am also interested in regular diaper and abdl roleplays. I would hope that I will hear from some people regarding possible roleplays. I am more of sub than a dom but I might consider being in charge, but I will not guarantee it. Hope to hear from you, Gman
  11. ? Isle of Foxes By Horatio Husky Commissioned by ArtMckinley Part One ”Island” Janet Parker kept her breathing steady, and her sights up. Disembarking from the rowboat after having crossed part of the East China Sea, the young anthropologist’s arms had shook even as she hauled the boat ashore. Still, after having furtively glanced around the deserted shoreline, she confirmed that she had managed to arrive undetected. Shouldering her backpack and hefting her emergency supplies kit out of the boat, she had half carried, half dragged her supplies to the jungle’s edge and hoisted her baggage into a small nestling of exposed rock. There, she would set up her camp. No fire or open forest floor plan for Janet, however. The mission she was attempting to undertake required utmost discretion, for not only was she going to have to camouflage her encampment as best as she could, but the boat would also have to be hauled further onto the island and hidden with brush. Still, Janet figured, she had some time yet. Carefully unpacking some of her supplies, she laid out the spokes and tarp that would make up her tent. Patterned the same lush hues of green as the surrounding underbrush, the anthropologist internally crossed her fingers that she would remain undetected. As she began to erect the tent, moving the expanding metal rods and tough, industrial string through the various pores of the tarp, her mind wandered back to the grueling process that had led her to the island she had been fascinated with since childhood. Maps of ‘Okidaitōjima’ had covered the walls in her bedroom ever since she was twelve. Previously known as ‘Rasa Island’ but also known as ‘Abreojos’ by its Spanish discoverer Bernardo de la Torre, who had become all too familiar with its perilously shallow surrounding shores, it was not the geography or its history that fascinated Janet. For thousands of years, the Japanese islanders who inhabited the Okinawa Islands held the island as sacred and forbidden to set foot upon. Untouched by humanity for hundreds of years, the island was rumored to be home to the only known species of intelligent, anthropomorphic foxes. Only recently had satellite imagery confirmed that the island was, in fact, inhabited. Changes in the island’s landscape and blurry images supplied by the satellite’s imagery suggested that there was indeed a primitive presence on the island. Janet still remembered the moment she had first viewed the low resolution pictures of erected watch towers and small huts, covered in leafy green vines and appearing almost as if they had been grown out of the forest into a desired shape. She had almost spat out her morning coffee when, unnoticed by her colleagues, a suspiciously orange shape appeared to be perched neatly in one of the towers. She had kept this observation to herself of course. Janet knew that if she founded her request to her university’s funding committee based on what most considered to be Japanese folklore she would be laughed out of the conference room. Persuading the Japanese government to lift the sanctions protecting the island’s shores from visitors of any kind was no easy task either. After several months of back and forth, Janet had opened her office mailbox to the welcome sight of a red envelope addressed to her personally. Inside of it, she was greeted with a letter proudly marked with the logo of the Japanese embassy. Not only had she been granted a researcher’s visa, but she would become the very first civilized human being to study the island’s inhabitants. Janet had gotten her chance, a childhood dream to prove to the world that lateral sentient evolution had occurred in other mammalian species. With any luck, after collecting enough evidence to make her claim undisprovable, she would begin a new career as the world’s first and leading anthropomorphologist. Janet regarded her handiwork, noting with a sense of self-satisfaction that her practice at home had paid off. From afar, the tent she had just constructed appeared indistinguishable from the surrounding jungle flora. In fact, she thought to herself, I’ll have to take careful note of its surrounding landmarks if I’m to find it again… After taking a moment to carefully study her immediate area, noting a particularly mossy boulder only a few feet away from her camp, she turned her gaze over to the metal and plastic watercraft she had arrived in. Its exterior had been painted a dull gray with a motley of military green intermixed with its rather unappealing color scheme. Despite having been designed to match the surrounding jungle, the glossy waterproofing it had been covered with caught the sun in a dazzling reflection. Janet made her way towards the boat, nervously glancing behind her shoulder at the looming watchtowers that just poked over the canopy of the jungle behind her. I really hope they haven’t been looking in this direction for the past hour… Stretching her arms above her head and behind her back as she strode purposefully towards the craft, she limbered herself up in preparation for a grueling haul towards the jungle’s edge. With several undignified grunts of effort and a lot of panting later, Janet was grateful to find that after pulling the boat onto the looser, dryer sand her efforts became significantly less labored. Half an hour later, Janet stood with her arms on her hips as she squinted hard at the boat, which was now concealed under a hefty amount of fallen branches and leaves. Sure… If you look at it long enough you’ll notice something is amiss… But that’s only if you expect to see something out of place. Contenting herself with the thought that after a day or two worth of tropical jungle rainfall the hidden boat would sink more organically into its surroundings, Janet waded through the sand back towards her tent. After a few minutes of anxiously scanning the jungle, her eyes alighted on the boulder she had set as her landmark and soon enough she was crawling inside of her makeshift abode. It was getting late, the sun began to cast the western part of the island with rosier hues, shifting from its lustrous, daytime yellow to a soft, warm red. The inside of her tent was growing darker at a much faster rate than the beach outside, so Janet quickly prepared her evening meal with what little light she had left. She opened one of the bento boxes she had purchased at the harbor, knowing she would have to savor the first few meals on the island as she went through her fresh rations before she would have to resort to eating dried food, and the few canned goods she had brought alone that would have to be consumed cold. Looking up, she took a minute to meditate before she dug in. I actually made it… Too concerned with ensuring that her base of operations was set up quickly and undetected, Janet had not allowed herself a moment to truly let the enormity of where she was impact her fully. She was on ‘the Isle of Foxes,’ the very one that her father had read to her when she was just a little girl. A giddy expression spread across her face as she looked down at her meal, shaking her head in jubilant disbelief. She had done it, years of university with her nose stuck in dusty books followed by a delicate campaign to convince a sovereign nation to allow her to set foot on one of their sacred islands. And she had managed to accomplish it all. Janet Parker did her best to compose herself then, not wanting to let her sense of victory and relief become premature. She still had a job to do, after all. With any luck, she would be able to use the week’s worth of time her limited supplies allowed her to glean enough data from the island’s inhabitants to serve as a milestone for the entire field of anthropology. Reaching forward, the young researcher undid one of the flaps of her tent to reveal the setting sun, gently descending down into the giant ocean pool beneath it. That day’s sunset serving as her evening meal’s entertainment, Janet took her time slowly picking up clumps of rice and pieces of pork dumpling with her chopsticks. The last hints of the sun had just barely disappeared beneath the horizon when she finished. Shrugging off her travel ware, Janet stripped down into her underwear before nestling herself into her sleeping bag. The inside of the tent was a little warm for her comfort, but she knew better than to fall asleep exposed to the elements. The temperature would drop quickly, and she would not have her dream field expedition burdened by a head cold. Janet allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, taking in slow, deep breaths as she calmed herself down to further expedite the onset of sleep. It was difficult at first, her mind was a whirl with the following day’s duties and plans. But eventually, she found herself nodding off, the muffled sounds of jungle insects and nightlife creeping into her dreams as she dozed off into a tired, deep slumber. ⤐ ⬷ Janet crept through the jungle foliage at a crouch. Every dozen steps or so, she would glance around furtively in the canopy above before slowly standing up to locate the beaten path she was trailing. The explorer had to take care to not walk on any of the jungle paths, as the likelihood of discovery by one of the island’s inhabitants taking the same path was too much to risk. This made the going very slow, as Janet had to take time to not only maneuver around obstacles such as gnarled roots or dense vegetation, but she had to do so without making too much noise or damaging the plants. This proved more challenging than she had originally anticipated, and sweat beaded her brow as the morning slowly shifted into afternoon, the island’s temperature rising as the sun continued to bombard it with summer’s radiation. As she ventured through, Janet’s eyes alighted on the various dried grass and wooden effigies that stood erected in the trees above, or swinging gently from a motley of vines like marionette puppets. Janet keenly noted that each of the wooden figurines appeared each to sport a distinct set of pointed ears at the top of their heads. This fact alone restirred the excitement of the butterflies inside of Janet’s stomach. | Still, despite the discomfort and slow traversing, Janet knew she was making progress. Her nostrils had caught a whiff of smoke, telling her that she must be getting closer to the primitive encampment. The smell of cooked fish and a strange, pungent herb had accompanied the woodsmoke. They must be good trappers… There haven’t been any reports of seeing them in the waters… Janet reflected to herself, inching her around an overturned log. Eager to see for herself, the anthropologist stopped as she spotted the back wall of one of the huts about a hundred meters away from her. Walking towards the village on the ground was far too dangerous, and Janet glanced around the surrounding trees as she decided that now would be a perfect time to execute phase two of her covert observation plan. She stretched once more, recalling the advice of her acrobatics instructor from her youth as she assessed which tree would be easiest for her to scale. Her gaze settled on a particularly large looking tree, covered in a dense blanket of vines and moss that would serve well for gripholds and traction. With a muffled grunt, Janet grabbed the nearest vine and hoisted herself up, her ankles gripping the leafy rope tightly as she began to ascend. One hand over another, Janet felt the excitement of the ascent course through her, quickly replacing the idle boredom of having to slowly sneak through the tropical forest. Janet reached for the branch above her, her knuckles turning white as her fingers gripped the aged bark enough to support her entire weight. Grabbing onto another part of the same branch with her other hand, she felt her grip loosen as her heart skipped a beat. Bits of decayed bark fell down to the forest floor below as she swayed precariously, holding on with only four of her fingers; the foliage below appeared dangerously far beneath her. She gasped, only just barely stifling the yell of fright that had welled up in her chest as she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Silently, her face contorted into a pained expression of effort and desperation. She swung herself from side to side, before reaching up and grabbing the branch once more with her other hand. To her relief, the wood held, and bit by bit she was able to haul herself up until she kneeled safely on the tree’s rigid bough. Janet took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as her nerves calmed themselves down from the fight or flight response. Trying not to think about the fact that she had almost plummeted to her death, Janet quickly shuffled along the branch and began to make her way slowly through the canopy in the direction of the primitive village. A quarter of an hour later, she had closed the hundred meter distance. The smell of cooking fires and sizzling meat now punctuated the air, causing Janet’s mouth to water. Whatever the island’s inhabitants were cooking up, it smelled delicious. The anthropologist almost regretted having to conduct the research undetected, as she would have loved in that moment to break bread with the cooks of the island. She could now hear muffled voices, remarkably high-pitched for a collection of human primitives. Janet did her best to control her breath, her vision still obstructed by the large hut in front of her. She would have to creep along the branch, and do her best to glean what she could from the leafy canopy above. Janet’s right hand crept slowly into her satchel, ruffling around its contents until her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of her camera. Quietly, she took it out of her bag. She was about to begin a slow, methodical crawl across the tree’s branch when she heard the distinct sound of rustling leaves to her left. Before she could react, a voice that sounded like a squeaky child’s inquiry almost caused her to fall out of the tree in surprise. Janet’s head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes growing wide as she beheld the sight in front of her. Standing on two paws at roughly a meter in height, with a blood orange colored fur coat, was a fox.
  12. I just wanted to post this in the critique section, as a way to let people know that I will make my first attempt at writing a story very shortly. The posting below has been cross posted in brian's place form as well as in the critique section. The post below basically speaks for itself, And that is basically what I want to do, is to write a story that is a fantasy of mine that will allow me to be the character that it is being done to or looked after. My first premise would be that there would be several of mine that I have met here, and that they would be a part of the story. I'm not sure how many ladies I would want in the story, but the idea here is that I wanna try to put some of them together, as a part of what I consider to be my fantasy. the post below should be able to tell anyone who is interested what my intentions are, because basically I do not want to violate daily diapers rules or policies with my first story, since breaking rules would be dealt with harshly and immediately. I think the premise is sound, I just want to make sure that people know of my intention, and hopefully writing the story will be fun for me to do. Question: how in the world do you center text in the text box? I'm not sure if I should be using something like FASS post editor to post. I did not see the centering or the right or left align controls in the editor box above So I'm asking that question @Elfy or @DailyDi, have I been missing something Or is it hiding? Comments on the idea are welcome here! I have also cross posted as I said to my private Forum, where are my members of that form can read it as well, but wanted to post it out here so people know of my intention, hopefully you guys will enjoy the story as well as I do writing it. ~Brian~ Good afternoon all! I know that I have stated that I want to write a story that I've been thing about for a long time. to that end, very shortly I shall begin the process of writing that story. the story will be about I dream I've had about an encounter with ladies, where I as the main character end up getting shown what full relaxation means. being stressful in life, there's a lot of things that can bother you when things when things don't go exactly the way you think they should, or when things happen that are out of your control. The story will be that type of a story: Everyone knows me as me as an individual that is a hard worker conscientious always willing to go the extra mile, And sometimes what I do is I overdo it, and I don't take the time to be able to relax to the fullest extent possible, and sometimes what I have to do is I have to take steps to make sure that happens. This story will be around that philosophy. a hard working man that needs a vacation or a hard working man that deserves a well azerd vacation, and ends up getting the Opportunity to not only meet a nice girl, but to end up being invited to her house for a nice dinner and a together. little do I know however, how important this encounter will be. All through my working life I have worked so hard sometimes that I forget that you need to be able to take stock and calm down and just take a look at the world around you and be able to smell the roses. me being a hard worker the premise will be will be that I finally take the time to talk to one of my good friends, who basically offers me the chance of a lifetime to be able to relax and be able to have the time the time to enjoy someone's company and be waited on hand and foot, because they think that would be helpful, and it's also something that they said that they would like to do. When they're finished, I don't have anything to worry about, but little do I know how important this encounter will be in making my dream my dream come true. As I said, this story will be coming shortly. I will also try to make other stories that are similar in in scope to the one that I plan on writing now. each time I write a story, I will post it here first, and then when I believe that it is OK, I will post it out on the completed stories page, unless of course there are more parts to the story, and that will depend on how daily diapers user base and my friends respond to my writing ability. i've always wanted to be in a position where a dream comes true because of an opportunity that comes along once in a lifetime, and this type of a story is the type of story where the characters in the story have a genuine interest in my well being and being able to see that I am a sweet guy, and they want me to be able to not worry about anything. When they're finished, this will be a part of that particular storyline, because the idea here is hardworking men deserve the best, And these ladies want to give it to me. It is my hope that people will think that the story is cool, and that it is some that people will enjoy reading., This will be the first story that I've ever written online So I ask you're indulgence because I'm not sure exactly how this will work, but I have a good feeling about this, and I'll make sure that the people who are part of the story are mentioned appropriately, however I'm not sure how many characters will be a part of the story and that's part of the Logistics. hope fully those who are interested in my idea will read the story and find it interesting and informative, as well as something that will allow to express dreams that I have been having that make me feel good inside. it's always good to have good friends, and good thoughts, in this world is 1 hell of a mess, so it's always good to have some place that is a fall back position. A story like this would be that situation because I would really like to have something like what happens in my story actually happened to me in real life but we all know that real life dictates different things, and most and most of the stories you write are based on fantasy, And I guess this fantasy will be something that I would love to have happened. If the story goes well, you will probably see me do another story, but I will have to figure out how far to go with each one. hopefully I get plenty of feedback so I know exactly what's going on, but I'll let you know when that happens. Brian
  13. (R) I was once caught by my mother when I was ~10 because my cousin had to wear goodnites because of bed wetting, I'd sneak into her room (usually on weekends or days off school) and slip the GN on and sleep on the mattress beside her bed. My mom came to wake us up by throwing the covers and tickling us. Well let's just say she tickled me and found it and asked why I had done that. So, naturally I had to lie (at the time I thought I was a freak) and I told her I had been wetting my pjs for a little while and was scared. She believed it when I wet myself on purpose a couple of nights in a row. Fast forward a couple years and I was caught when my first ever ABDL sample pack was delivered a day off when I thought it was coming so she was the only one home and opened them. Well while I was out she did some research to figure out what those things were and found out I was a DL. She confronted me when I got back and she said I could've told her before and she would've understood. I thought it was weird and I thought she wouldn't understand and I would be punished. Now she understands and even helped me buy diaps and other ABDL stuff when I got an apartment. She also helps me when I'm stressed and stuff by treating me like a baby. This might sound weird but when I tell her that I'm constipated she gives me some "stuff" to fix it. Some things I should note: The post was originally from Reddit before the mods took it down (like they do to my other posts) so I copied it to here! When we were sick (or had a very ruthless enema like a 1 quart to 2 quart) our mother asked if we felt we couldn't make it to the bathroom if we couldn't we'd be diapered as a precaution. My cousin living with us wasn't forever (won't explain because it's HIGHLY personal!), she also took my room and one of my main drawers that I used mostly for underwear / socks in and it became full of goodnites and a couple of some thicker diapers with tapes. The reason I decided against the thick diaps is the noise, it was waaaaayy to noisy to be discreet. I should've put this in the post but she did sometimes have severe constipation which my mother did something weird. The things she did was only allow her to drink apple or prune juice, daily enemas (one usually in the morning one at night depending on how bad or long) which were filled with some sort of salt solution that she got from her work friend, and stool softener medication plus some Clear-lax stuff. Now when I had constipation I only drank apple juice even though I wasn't forced because I LOVED it. I also had to take Clear-lax and some small orange pills along with an enema if it the constipation lasted longer. The reason my mother forced her to drink apple / prune juice is the juice (if consumed in high amounts) leads to diarrhea (meaning we should be fine after since it'd be easier to come out).
  14. Author's Note Hi this is my first story and I would appreciate your thoughts and any criticisms you might have! I'm going to start off slow so this first bit will be about world building and introductions. Later parts are sure to have the content you're looking for, so bear with me ?. I'm not sure how frequent I'll update this but I'll try my best to at least update once a week. I don't know what kind of content warnings are typical for stories like this. There will definitely be diapers and punishments but nothing explicitly sexual (like sex toys or mention of genitals). My writing is a bit rusty, but I'm sure the more I update this the more I'll shake it off. Also I'm not sure what tags to use, so if anyone has any recommendations I'd appreciate it! Well I think that's all I have to say for now. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! Part 1: Welcome to Nikos Emily hid in the shadows of the alley she had dashed into as the guards ran past. Smirking at having successfully carried out another job, she stayed close to the walls as she crept down the dark streets back towards her hideout. Emily Silverton hadn't asked for the life she had been given, but she didn't exactly regret it either. The world was harsh and cruel, only the strong survived. So she did what she had to in order to survive, even if it meant other people got hurt. The life of a rouge was lonely, and dangerous, but the rewards were well worth it. Sure she had to live a life steeped in secrecy and danger, but she was free. True freedom wasn't easy to come by, at least not when you lived in the royal capital. Strict laws and heavy patrolling by the guards created a heavy atmosphere for the residents of Nikos, well the poor ones anyway. The guards always seemed to be looking for the slightest infraction so they could carry out what they saw as 'justice' to some poor person, simply because there was nothing else for them to do. Obviously Emily was proof that there were still criminals in the royal capital, so there was a justifiable reason for the presence of the guards, it was just that they were too good at what they did. Every time a crime took place the criminals were in and out in minutes, the trail long gone by the time the guards arrived. This drove the higher ranking members of society absolutely nuts. Emily chuckled at the thought of the Captain of the Guards face going red with rage when his grunts told him how another rouge had managed to out maneuver them once again. He was a particularly nasty old man who seemed to have a heart of stone, carrying out the letter of the law no matter the circumstances. Emily had even heard of him throwing a child in the dungeon for forgetting to pay for an apple from a fruit stall. Of course it was probably just some myth, but Emily knew that there was always a grain of truth in myths and other tall tales. Pissing off cold-hearted bastards like the Captain was one of the benefits of her career, and one of things that made her love it so much. Checking to ensure she wasn't being followed or watched, Emily quickly made her way to the Sleeping Ogre. Opening the door Emily found the tavern to be empty as usual, save for the usual faces of her compatriots. The Sleeping Ogre was actually just a front for Emily and her crew. While they don't actually work on any jobs together, or particularly trust each other, they do share this little hideout. Living a life of crime in the royal capital was not an easy life, and the only way to live a long life this way was if you were careful. This motely crew had all had their fair share of close calls with the guards, and decided it would be better to band together. This way they could all sleep a little easier knowing they had someone keeping an eye out while they slept. "And what can I get for you young lady?" Erik asked as Emily sat down at the bar. Erik was the face for their hideout, he worked behind the bar and kept the place looking good. He was a bit taller then an average man and had shoulder length black hair and green eyes. His skin was dark brown and he always had a casual demeanor about him, and was a very good actor. "Oh whatever you recommend good sir." Emily answered with a laugh. They always liked to play this little act whenever completing a job, just incase there were some guards poking around. Erik chuckled as he set about getting some ale for her. "You seem chipper." Boomed Groog from his table near the door. Groog was the strongest of the group, he played the role of security for the Sleeping Ogre and was the watchdog for the group. He was practically the exact opposite of Erik in everyway. Pale skin, blue eyes, short sandy hair, and a stout but muscular build. The two were an odd pair and tended to be enough to scare the townsfolk away from the establishment. "What can I say? Life is good." Emily responded as she took a swig of her drink. A loud yawn from one of the booths pierced the silence of the room as Pete 'woke up'. "Well I'd say naptimes over wouldn't you?" Pete said as he got up and stretched. This was his code phrase for 'the coast is clear' and the rest of the group relaxed into dropping their facades for the evening. Pete was the oldest of the group and he played the part of grouchy old drunk. He pretended to nap in the booth and would pretend to be an angry drunk old man in order to chase people out. The Sleeping Ogre was actually named by the locals because of Pete and the group decided to stick with the name. Within their group of criminals he was the resident forger, so he did most of his work at the tavern. He had a bald head, a silver beard, and a fitter then typical build for someone his age. "So how'd the job go?" Erik asked as he rested his chin in his hands and leaned on the bar. "Everything went off without a hitch, as usual. The client will be pleased." Emily responded as she drank more ale. Erik jokingly pouted at her lack of details, since it's what he expected and finished cleaning the bar for the night. Emily never shared anything that wasn't absolutely necessary with the group, to prevent two things. One was to prevent getting to close to them, she didn't like having bonds with other people in this line of work since they tended to live short lives. The other reason was to prevent any future backstabbing, Emily knew that no one here would ever betray each other intentionally, but she couldn't risk them slipping up or being coerced into giving information to the wrong people. "Hopefully the client pays soon, we're low on ale." Groog said as he finished his mug. The client was just their code word for the Night Stalkers, who are the leaders of Nikos's criminal underworld. They are the reason that criminals are able to thrive in the royal capital, no one knows their real identities, or where they're located. The Night Stalkers manage crime in the city, when a crime occurs they're there before the guards and typically recruit the criminal and help hide the evidence of their crime. There's a few rare occasions where they have been rumored to actually turn criminals in, and that's only for truly heinous crimes. They deal out jobs to experienced criminals like Emily and her crew and take a cut for themselves, while allowing one time thieves and smaller criminals to get away while demanding a cut or favor in return. It's a complicated system that no one outside of the Night Stalkers fully understands, but the intricacies didn't matter to Emily as long as she got paid and stayed out of the dungeons. "Well maybe we wouldn't be so low if you didn't drink it all up! I swear you drink it like you need it to live!" Pete responded as he drank his own mug. "Who wouldn't need ale to survive dealing with you all day long?" Groog responded as he sat back in his seat, knowing exactly how Pete would respond. "Oh what a comedian you are! We'll see if you're still laughing when I whoop you at poker again! Come on big guy lets go!" Pete huffed as he sat down in front of Groog with a deck of cards. "Humph how about we settle this with a game of strength for once? Are you afraid that I'd break your arm like a twig in an arm wrestling match old man?" Groog said as he watched Pete shuffle the cards. Emily stopped paying attention to the normal bickering of those two as she said goodnight to Erik. She had to go to her room and package the stolen goods she had nabbed tonight so she could send it to the Night Stalkers. She didn't know who had made the contract with them to steal the stuff, and she didn't care, as long as she got rid of it as soon as possible and got paid for it. Her room was in the basement of the tavern, hidden behind the storage crates they kept there. She preferred the seclusion of the basement, and it allowed for her to work on a secret exit for herself in case things went south. Closing the door behind her Emily pulled out the jewelry she had been tasked with stealing. While undoubtfully beautiful, the set was also the strangest she had ever seen. The necklace was a simple gold chain, but the clasp on the back was a small padlock. Once it was adjusted and put around someone's neck it could only be removed with the key. Hanging on the necklace was a giant ruby, she thought it was supposed to look like a heart but it had two holes, one on each side. She couldn't tell if it was intentional or just unfinished. Either way it didn't matter to her, finished or not she would still get paid. The earrings were also gold with strange locking mechanisms on the backs. They were shaped like baby bottles with little heart-shaped rubies in the center of them. "Man nobles sure are weird." Emily mumbled to herself as she shook her head. She wrapped the jewelry in some parchment and placed it in a little box that she then tied shut with some twine. Tomorrow she'd meet the carrier and she'd never see the strange jewelry again.
  15. Good morning babys! My name is Miah, I am a video game creator who has started her career this year, right now I am developing an ABDL game on Patreon called “A Whole Week In Diapers”, and now im developing this one, “The Demon Nursery”! If you want to know more about the video game you can visit Patreon because all the official versions of the game will be published there, all the story and minigames that are created will only be accessible from Patreon! I love you all and thank you for reading me, kisses~ History: This is the story of a very unruly young girl who suffers a car accident, when she wakes up she realizes that she is in a place that she does not recognize, a very strange one in which she will spend numerous adventures and puzzles with new friends and enemies that she will meet on your way out of that strange place, can you escape? If you are interested in playing any of my games I recommend you stop by my patreon! You can enjoy all of them for a small contribution as well as helping me to continue creating this content. You will also have access to the ChangeLog of all versions and the updates and unique content posts that I put up! It’s really worth joining n.n Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ABDLMiah Discord: ABDL Games | Miah [Alpha, 0.02] [Game Update 11/14/2021] The Purgatory! I have created a new background for the beginning of the story. I have changed the visual image of the protagonist, both of the character and of the token that is seen when speaking. I have been looking for a lot of tokens for the other secondary characters, I have also looked for visual images, all this is already in the files ready to be used, and you will soon see it in other posts! You will have a new scene in this version, just before reaching purgatory. The reception area with some characters is also created. I have a puzzle in mind for that room but it will be in the next version, I still have it half. I have also started with the game’s HUD, although it still has a lot of work ahead of it. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ABDLMiah Discord: ABDL Games | Miah
  16. Hello, I am looking for someone to work with me on making ABDL stories. Almost like a story based roleplay. Where I work with someone to build a story almost like cowriting things. I have had lots of experience making stories, but like it when I have someone else to help me work the characters and story to prevent writer's block. I have many ideas and am open to most things. If you are remotely interested in this please reach out. The worse thing that can happen is we part ways. Please comment here or send me a message. I look forward to hearing from you . I have examples of some of my work on request. Gman.
  17. Hello everyone, I have been looking to make stories on here for a while, but I am not sure what to write. So I am posting here to see if the community has any suggestions and or requests for stories. Also if anyone wants to work with me on writing stories to have them reach out. You can see some of my writing examples in the role play section specifically My Baby Husband with @Nappy_Queen. Please feel free to reach out to me if you want to talk about anything and I look forward to your suggestions. You can find My Baby Husband here and I am working on the first chapter of it: Thanks, Giantessman.
  18. When I was in second grade i remember going to lunch with my class. The lunches were always good. After lunch I had to go potty and I couldn't hold it and my pants got trenched in pee. Fortunately my mom had put a change of clothes in my backpack. The teacher had 3 aids and she said "okay take him to the bathroom." (We had a bathroom in our classroom) The bathroom was huge, it was like the size of 2 bathrooms. Anyway, so the teachers brought me into the bathroom and laid me down on this table, it looked more like a bench. One of the teachers got out the wipes and the other one got out the clothes. They took off my wet clothes and one of the teachers wiped me down really good, which I must say felt really comfortable. After that, much to my surprise she put baby powder on me, then got out the fresh underwear and put it on me. Then the other teacher put the rest of my clothes on. And after that one of the teachers said, "there! Now you can thank (teacher name) for that refreshing change." And I remember thinking, "I wish they diapered me!" I also wish one of them gave me a diaper spank on the butt.
  19. Is it possible to write a Giantess story. The only reason why I asked because I'm thinking about trying my hand at writing a Giantess type story to post in the other Fetishes part of story time. But I'm not quite sure how to write one. I already know what sort of Giantess I'm planning to have in my Giantess story
  20. So before I began allow me to start by saying that this is my first story. Id also like to provide some background information for the story. So the story is set about two hundred years in the future, humanity has just gotten through a terrible under population issue. A new religion has begun to take root, and controls a vast majority of the government known as the church of youth. Essentially the church of youth beleaves that all other then those chosen should be treated and made to act like children. So here goes. Alice had been walking the streets when the officer for regression had aproched her. Like all girls given the designation of "potential" she was dressed in a rather revealing and tight dress, which went well with her blond hair and makeup. She had slender but healthy frame. And was rather short, had this been another era, she would have been seen as sexy. However in this era it marked her as someone who could be picked at any moment and taken to a local church of youth adult care facility. Origionly potentials were only made up of felons or mentaly/ physically disabled individuals which was meant to keep the church of youth from having large amounts of peaple from becoming potentials. However ever since the rise of chip technologies. And the laws passed that made it illigle not have one at birth meant that children could be born and made as potentials. Alice was such unlucky child forced to live with a minor speech impediment and inability to dress herself. She'd just come from her designated potentials apartment, since potentials weren't allowed to live on their own, or with their birth parents. She'd been walking the streets getting some groceries, which she had tried to hold out on since she'd already had to put her name twice in the lottery to feed herself last month. It was then that the regression officer aprocherd her and asked to scan her chip. Alice responded careful not to fight her lisp, as that would mean having to take another disability said "wes sir" the officer then said the words shed hoped shed never hear " congratulations Alice, she have been picked for entrance into your local adult care facility. " end of chapter one. I will add chapter two later, feel free to use this idea yourself and any critiscm would be appreciated.
  21. Hi everyone. Im hope im right here if not then im sorry but im all new here so don't be mad at me. Thanks. So i am looking for a writer who is a good storyteller and can make a real story with my storyline ideas. Because my problem is i have a lot of ideas but im not a good storyteller. But i want that someone creates my ideas to reality with a nice story. it can be long. I hope im finding someone that would write a wish story for me. one story idea is about a boss of a company and the boss has only female employees and coworkers. and he treat them all horrible, is argue about their work everytime, he gives them no holidays. all his staff need to work 24/7 for him and he likes to do sexual comments on his coworkers even if they don't like it at all. and he sometimes pay them not so much sallary like he promised. and he threaten every of his employees if they only say one thing against him he would fire them. and he tell them everyday that they would be all nothing without him.  one day all the employees have enaugh of that shit and plan to overpower him, tie him up, gag him, put him in diapers, humiliate him and educate him to an submissive adult baby and plan to taking control of the company. and all people in the building are involved in the plan except the boss himself. thats only a short background story idea from me for a nice beginning of a nice femdom abdl bondage revenge story.  what you think of my ideas? Is someone interested do make a real story about it? You can be so creative as you want for cliffhanger and twists. And you can put your own ideas in the story too. I hope im finding someone that writes me a nice abdl revenge story with this background storyline idea of me. And im so sorry for my bad english. Greetings from Hamburg, Germany to you all.
  22. Here's just a little story I wrote guys. I hope you enjoy it! Jamie’s day started like any other, by slamming the snooze button on the alarm clock blaring beside her bed and closing her eyes again. The period between waking up and actually getting out of bed was her favorite time of day. She ran through all the things she had to do, she enjoyed the heat she’d built up over the night under the covers, and she of course checked to see just how wet her diaper was. After spending the ten minutes between alarms snuggled under her blankets, she rolled out of bed and toward her shower. She untapped her Abena M4 and carefully considered her options as far as body wash went. After selecting a body wash that smelled like chocolate and oranges, she took a shower and dried off. Walking into her room, she grabbed a diaper from her stack in her drawer and laid it out on the bed, settled her butt into it, and with a dash of baby-powder she wrapped the soft, plastic-backed Abena around her hips. She stood up, and for the first time she looked at herself in the mirror. Jamie was a little shorter and a little chubbier than a lot of the other seniors at her school. She had curly brown hair down to her shoulders that had been died underneath. She turned around to continue her morning routine, and after dressing and putting on makeup, she headed downstairs. “Good morning sweetie! How’d you sleep?” Her mother was making her lunch in the kitchen as Jamie grabbed some Eggos from the freezer. “Great as always mom. The water was a little chilly though. Again.” “I’m gonna blame your dad on that one. Oh, dear your diaper is poking out of your pants, lemme get that for you.” Her mom tucked the plastic under Jamie’s shirt. “Keep me covered mom, thanks.” Jamie rolled her eyes and sat down at the bar to eat her waffles and Nutella. She finished her breakfast and threw away her paper plate. “I’m on my way to school mom, love you! Tell dad I love him too!” “Make sure you bring a change dear, I love you too!!” She heard her mom yell from their bathroom. Jamie opened the door and felt the cool autumn breeze. She cranked her car up and closed the door. She took a second to think about how in the world she’s gotten into this situation. Jamie was not incontinent. She did have a small bladder, but she could mostly hold her pee. But, ever since she could remember, diapers had fascinated her. She remembered standing in front of her older cousin Amanda’s dresser when she was five and taking out a Goodnight pull-up that Amanda wore for her bedwetting problem. She put it on and walked downstairs hoping no one would notice. They did. Everyone kind of laughed it off like “Oh she wants to be like Amanda!” But from that point on, Jamie was hooked. A few years later, when Jamie was 9, she asked her grandmother, who she stayed with for weeks at a time during the summer, if she thought it was weird for someone who’s not a baby to want to wear diapers. Grandmothers have a way of seeing through questions like that though, “Jamie, are you asking for a friend, or for you?” It didn’t take long for Jamie to break down, and because Jamie’s Grandma knew there was no harm in letting someone have a little fun, Jamie was wearing Goodnights before the night was over. She pulled the Goodnight around her hips and the padding hitting her skin made her shiver. She loved the feeling of the material sliding across the couch she was sitting on, and the way it hugged her. It was familiar, but absolutely foreign at the same time, and Jamie was absolutely in love with it. From that point onward, whenever Jamie would visit her Grandma, she would be diapered by the time she left. At first, she would just wear her pull-ups. Eventually though, when curiosity got the best of her, she started wetting them. The first time her Grandma happened on Jamie wearing a wet pullup, rather than being angry or disgusted, her Grandma just laughed and bought her wipes. “There’s no harm in something that’s not hurting anyone. I’m just glad you’re enjoying yourself, and that I can be a part of that.” Grandma was always supportive of her grandkids, and this was no exception. Pretty soon though, Jamie was sneaking whatever diapers she didn’t use at her Grandma’s back home. She would hide them under her bed, taking them out whenever her parents weren’t home. Jamie would wear them around the house, using them as she needed to and hiding them in the trash when her parents got home. This went on for a year or so without a hitch. One night though, Jamie found herself in a situation she hoped she’d never be in. Jamie’s mom and dad were leaving, and Jamie and her sister, Dakota, went their separate ways. Dakota was two years younger than Jamie, and loved video games, so she retreated into her room to spend the night playing COD online. Jamie on the other hand was excited about being able to lounge around in her goodnight in the living room. When she heard the car doors shut, Jamie ran upstairs to her room and pulled the Goodnight around her waist. She ran down stairs in just a t-shirt and her pull-up to watch some television in absolute comfort, when she saw the door lock turn. Frozen, she watched as her mother came in the living room in full view of the couch Jamie was sitting on. “I forgot to leave you guys money for pizza…” Her mother looked Jamie up and down, eyeing the still dry goodnight in plain view. “Alright. Well. We’ll talk about this later.” Her mom left a $20 on the counter, turned around, and left again. Jamie was frozen, but could feel the sweat beading down her back. Suddenly, and for the first time, she was filled with shame and horror. She just knew that her mother would come home and disown her for being such a freak under her own roof, but she would have to wait at least three hours before her parents came home, and that those three hours would be filled with anxiety and dread. She went back upstairs after calming down for a minute, and took the diaper off. She knew that if she was still wearing it, it would only make it worse. Her plan was to try and convince her mother that she’d been having problems with bedwetting, and that Goodnights were the only thing that kept her from peeing in the bed. Her mother had to understand, right? It was at this point she realized that she was laying on her bed with tears streaming down her face. Her crying turned into a fit, and her fit soon turned to sleep. As she woke up, she realized that her mom was sitting on the end of her bed gently waking her up. “First of all,” Jamie’s mother began, “I want you to know that I haven’t told your dad, so for right now he’s not in on what I walked in on. Now, what was that?” Jamie sat up and stared down at her feet. She was profoundly glad that her mother hadn’t told her dad, as she doubted that her dad would even partially understand her plight. “It’s really weird and I’m sorry” is all she could manage. “Do you have a problem? Is there something I can help with, because bedwetting and incontinence can be signs of some serious underlying issues, and if you’re having problems with that, it might be a good idea to see a doctor.” Her mother had bested her. She now knew that if she decided to use her bedwetting excuse, her nurse mother would just take her to the doctor to have an issue that wasn’t really an issue checked out. “I guess I just like them. Grandma has been buying them for me because I like them, and they make me feel good, and I like them. But they’re really weird, and they’re really gross, and I don’t want to be a freak, so I’ll never touch a diaper as long as I live I swear!” As Jamie continued explaining, she got louder and more frantic, trying not only to explain herself, but also convince her mom that she’d never touch a diaper again. Her mother clutched her tight, and held her as Jamie started sobbing again. “Shh shh sweetie. It’s alright okay? You don’t have to be upset, it’s okay, it’s okay.” She held her daughter as she calmed down. “I’m so sorry mom, I swear I’ll never be a diaper freak again.” She whispered into her mom’s chest. “Sweetie, listen, if diapers make you feel good, and you enjoy wearing them, then you don’t have to feel weird about wearing them. Is wearing diapers something you’d like to keep doing?” Jamie froze again. Her mother had just asked her if she wanted to keep wearing diapers, without any sarcasm or condescension in her voice. Jamie blinked hard, looking her mother in the face. “Be honest with me, because as your mom, it’s my job to make you happy.” “Well, I mean, I don’t want to need diapers all the time, but I’d like to be able to wear them every now and again, yes.” Her mother brought her in again, giving a moment of silence between the two. “Alright then. We’ll see what we can do about having you some diapers to wear. I can get you some from work if you’d like, or you can keep wearing your Goodnights if that would make you happy. Either way, if you want to wear diapers, you can change yourself, and do chores around the house to pay for it. Your dad and sister are going to have to know about this, and we can say that you’ve started wetting the bed if it would make it better, but I’m sure they’d be alright with hearing the truth as well. Above all though, I need you to remember that you are normal sweetie, and that you’re not a freak. Okay?” Jamie started crying again, but rather than stressed out, desperate crying, she was crying because her mom was being the angel that she needed her to be at this moment. “Yes ma’am”, Jamie breathed, “I’ll make sure to pick up some chores from here on out, and I think I’ll tell dad and Dakota the truth.” That was 6 years ago. Now, Jamie was a senior in high school, and was wearing diapers virtually every day. She’d started just wearing diapers to bed on the weekends when she didn’t have to go anywhere, then, during a bought of sickness, Jamie was forced to wear diapers in public to make sure her jeans didn’t embarrass herself with a wet spot on the front from sneezing. Over the years, it snowballed into Jamie wearing virtually every day. She still had regular underwear, and she still wore them whenever she couldn’t get away with her padding, but after six years of diapers, she was almost always wearing. Now, as always, she was heading off to school padded, although she had no idea that today would be such an eventful day for her. The girl’s locker room was louder than usual. All the girls from gym class filed in and started undressing, but today they all crowded around the new girl. Macy The girl’s locker room was louder than usual. All the girls from gym class filed in and started undressing, but today they all crowded around the new girl. Jamie was in a stall, changing out of her gym clothes, which were a Swallow Valley High t-shirt, shorts, and the regular underwear she wears for gym class. She was changing back into a diaper, jeans, and a Slipknot t-shirt. After years of wearing diapers publicly and even at school, Jamie had gotten used to putting on diapers in tight spaces like changing stalls. She got dressed and walked out, and while walking out of the locker room and past the hoard of girls, the center of the group and new girl on campus, Erika, took a double take on Jamie. “Wait a second, is that girl wearing a diaper?!” She yelled loudly. Jamie looked down and realized that her shirt was caught in the back of her diaper, and the M4 and stripes could easily be seen by anyone in the locker room. Shit, Jamie thought to herself. She normally tries so hard to not be a spectacle for everyone, and any other day she would have made sure to not have her diaper poking out. Today of all days, when they’re showing the new girl around, is when she decides to flash everyone with plastic. Erika looked around waiting for a response from the other girls, but strangely to her, there was really no response from the group now staring at Jamie. Not a stunned silence kind of response either, just a total lack of response. Pat, Erika’s tour guide and a girl that all the other girls loved dearly explained matter-of-factly, “Jamie’s incontinent, and has been for as long as we all remember. She just kinda wears diapers, and it’s not really a big deal. Anyway, like you were saying?” The other girls went back to peppering Erika with questions as she watched Jamie dart out of the lockers while tugging her shirt out of her Abena. It was always weird when Jamie had to deal with people finding out she wore diapers. When she started wearing, she was not particularly interested in wearing to school. She didn’t want to explain to her teachers and especially her friends why she was wearing Goodnights. As the time passed though, and she got more and more used to wearing diapers on the regular, she got more daring. Her mother on the other hand found out, and told her that if she was going to wear at school she would have to tell her teachers at least. Her mother did offer to help by providing some needed daytime protection as an excuse. It didn’t take long for the other students to find out. At first, there was some teasing. But with the help of some good friends, and teachers that made sure to tell the other students that Jamie was sick, and that Jamie had to wear diapers to help her be normal. Eventually, it was just a fact at the school that Jamie wore diapers, and that she couldn’t help it, even though that wasn’t really true. The only ones who knew that though, were Jamie’s family, and Jamie. Everyone else just thought she couldn’t help peeing on herself. It was only when a new student came in that she really had to explain it, and over time the other students just started explaining it, just like how if you wore a Redskins shirt you could get extra lunch because the lunch ladies were huge Redskins fans. As Jamie settled into her seat for Calculus, she heard the herd coming down the hall and stop in front of her class. In walked Erika, who had Calculus without Pat, and had to leave her at the door. Erika was the typical preppy girl. She wore a skirt that wasn’t really a miniskirt, but was also a little higher than Jamie thought she could get away with. She was a little taller than average, with skinny legs, a tiny waist, blonde hair, and big, green eyes. Jamie thought she was very pretty, but she also thought there wasn’t any way they’d get along. Jamie played drums in a punk band after school, loved fast cars and attended car meets every weekend, and had a collection of vinyl records, not shoes. Her love of diapers wasn’t the only counter culture that Jamie was a part of. She went through a lot of the same phases that other girls her age went though. She even went through her horse phase, but as she hit puberty, she picked up drumsticks while other girls started dating. Jamie was even a band nerd, she was a member of concert band and marching band. As all these thoughts ran through her head, Erika sat down in the empty seat beside Jamie. “You’re the girl who’s wearing a diaper, right?” Erika leaned forward and looked at Jamie waiting for her response. It had been years since she had to say something to someone other than just in passing about her diaper wearing, so she almost didn’t know how to respond. “I mean, yeah, I wear diapers so I don’t piss all over myself if that’s what you’re asking.” Jamie had thought that lie so many times it was almost the truth. She could absolutely hold her pee. She even made sure that she didn’t lose her ability to hold it by actually holding it in her diaper, insuring that she wasn’t dependent on diapers, keeping them fun and still interesting. “So, you can’t wear panties at all? What do you do if you go on a date, or you go swimming in a pool? If you can’t hold it at all do you just live with pee constantly coming out?” Jamie looked Erika up and down. Although she was short and chubby, she wore a full face of makeup and had her hair dyed. Paired with her Metal t-shirts she wore, she was normally intimidating enough to ward off these kinds of questions. She noticed something strange about them though. Rather than being degrading or insulting, it was almost like she was genuinely curious about her bathroom habits. It caught Jamie off-guard, and she actually ended up answering her questions. “Uh, I can hold it long enough to go swimming or go to gym class, but when I sit still in class for a while I don’t really feel myself start to pee till it’s running down my leg, so if I don’t wear diapers I have to be doing physical activity or I’ll piss my pants.” Hearing herself tell the lie she practiced for years was almost a little weird. “So, you just sit in a diaper with pee in it?” “It’s a lot easier than having your own piss dribble down your leg isn’t it?” Erika kind of looked away, then started getting her stuff out after that exchange. Jamie had her notebook sitting on her desk, with her customary two pencils wrapped in medical tape to act as drum sticks in class arrangement. “I’m Erika by the way, we moved here last week from Scranton, Pennsylvania. Are your pencils wrapped in medical tape?” “You ask a lot of questions, don’t you? They’re wrapped in tape so they don’t hurt my thighs as bad when I inevitably start drumming on them in class. I play drums and I have ADHD, so it’s kind of hard for me to sit still. Wait, isn’t that the town from The Office? Oh, I’m Jamie too. That might be important.” “Jamie. I can remember that. Yes, yes it is the town from The Office, and it’s a lot more boring than what the show makes it out to be.” Erika said with a chuckle. After this little joke, the teacher started class. About five minutes in, Jamie started to feel the need to pee, but she also noticed that Erika was watching her like a hawk, almost waiting for her to pee in her diaper. It wasn’t for five minutes that she noticed that it was probably because she started drumming in her lap, practicing her rudiments like she always does. After half an hour of holding it, and with half an hour left in class, Jamie let loose in her diaper. After years of practicing, she didn’t even have to stop drumming. She just leaned back and wet herself. This was another normal part of her day, and although on any other day she wouldn’t think twice about it, Erika’s cough made Jamie jump in her seat. She couldn’t wait for the end of the day, so she could just get to band practice. After Calc, Jamie bolted out of class to grab some lunch, where she didn’t see Erika. Although she didn’t want to admit it, she kept looking around to try and find her. Even her friends noticed she was looking around oddly. “What’s up Jamie, you seem shifty today, is everything alright?” Arron nudged her arm to get her attention. Arron was the guitar player in the band she was in, and they’d been in best friends since the first day of Kindergarten. He was tall and skinny with short, straight hair. He wore black skinny jeans and the same kinds of metal shirts that Jamie wore. Today, for him, it was a Metallica shirt. “Huh, oh fuck, I’m fine dude don’t worry. I just had more coffee than normal this morning and I’m a little zonked out.” Jamie finished off her fries and continued the conversation at the table. “You can’t compare Thomas Pridgen and Brann Dailor anyway you moron, they’re both a thousand times better than you are.” “You can’t compare those dudes and me Jamie, they’re drummers and I’m a guitar player, so it’s not even close to the same.” Arron rolled his eyes and jammed his shoulder against Jamie’s. They had tried dating before, a few years ago, but when they couldn’t actually kiss without laughing, they decided it was a better idea to stay friends and bandmates. The rest of Jamie’s classes were uneventful. She wet her diaper again after lunch, but her M4 could handily take two wettings. After class on Monday was punk band practice, so as she got out of her last class and climbed in her car, she heard the voice she didn’t know she’d been waiting for. “What’s wrong with your car?” Erika asked as Jamie jumped out of her skin. Jamie had just poked her head in the car door. “What the FUCK DON’T DO THAT” Jamie screamed as she jumped for what felt like the thousandth time thanks to Erika. She turned around and saw the reason for her scream standing behind her. “What’s wrong with your car?! It’s so low to the ground.” Erika stood back and frowned at Jamie’s car. “It’s my E30 BMW 325is, and it’s on coilovers because it’s a race car.” Jamie rolled her eyes as she explained why her car had trouble going over the speedbumps. “It’s low so it handles, and it’s got a big straight-six engine under the hood. Everyone loves it at the car meets.” “So, do you like to be treated like a baby?” She was still looking around the car, and didn’t seem like she had asked the kind of question that she asked. “If you wear diapers, are you one of those people that like to wear baby clothes and crawl around and stuff? Jamie stood there in astonishment. She’d never had anyone ask her as many questions about her diapers than Erika had, and now she’d been asked a question that she’d never been asked before. “Uh… No, not at all do I like to be treated like a baby! I’m seventeen and I want to act like it! You know, you’re the only person who’s ever asked me as many questions about wearing diapers.” “That’s really strange, because it’s a really interesting thing about you. You seem to be very interesting actually!” Erika sat down in the passenger seat of Jamie’s BMW, and closed the door. “So, where are we gonna go hang out at?” Jamie looked down at Erika, who was putting her seatbelt on and adjusting her seat. “What do you mean ‘where are we hanging out’? I’ve got band practice, and you’re the new girl who I’m sure has to go home.” “I told my mom I was going to go hang out with a friend I made today, and that happens to be you. You play the drums, right? That’ll be super fun to hear some live music!” She put her hands in her lap and smiled a huge, admittedly beautiful smile at Jamie. It was strange. Jamie was finding it hard to say no to Erika. She was pretty, and she was actually being pretty nice, but she was also very curious about Jamie’s Abenas, and seemed like she was going to latch on to Jamie as her new best friend. “You want to go with me to band practice?” “I would love to! I think we’re going to be really good friends.” She said again, with a huge grin on her face. “Do you need a diaper change first?” “What the fuck, no I don’t, oh my god.” Jamie was going to have to talk to her about her diapers.
  23. Alright! A few warnings before we get on with Eventide. - Cursing - Assault and Murder - Non-consensual BDSM - Forced Regression - Forced Feminization Eventide [Brianna] Today was going to be the day. I felt it. All these months of investigation were going to lead to my biggest successful case yet. Leaning back in my chair I watched the ceiling fan spin away in the darkly lit corridor of my humble little office. Work doesn
  24. Seven, she was, as I recall. The young woman's face, slender and full of heart, and her piercing blue eyes. She was a wonder, a creature of innocence. She held herself close, monitoring every word she dared utter, wanting desperately to know her place in the world. The girl who was a woman. Sarah Cassidy, she was known as. Born overseas, somewhere in Australia, she was taken here with her family to grow up in the concrete jungle we know as New York. I still remember sitting behind her desk, trying to memorize every blonde line that was scattered effortlessly on her shoulders. She was a soft creation, even back then, politely whispering her answers to the teachers. Yes, she was a delicate one, indeed. I recall my memory to that day that she was caught. The girl, sitting legs crossed was bawling her eyes out begging for forgiveness, but our infamous principal would have nothing of it. "You are a strange one, Sarah," he said heartlessly behind that big bushy mustache. "In all my years, I have never seen anything like this." We never found out what she had. That didn't stop the rumors, though. "It's a knife," said red-headed Jimmy. "She's gotta have a knife. My dad reckons it's a knife, and he's always right." "Rubbish," said Julie. "If it were a knife we'd all know. Perhaps it's a cigarette. Considering what old Mickey's been rambling on about at the assemblies recently, it makes sense." There were many other ideas. It seemed like they all had one, each as unique as their lunch boxes. Nobody dared ask, though. The higher graders were daring each other to find out, but we all knew they were too chicken. She was on the monkey bars when I worked up the courage to talk to her. "Hi, Sarah." She was startled. The poor love was more shocked than when the librarian found Tommy's Playboy. "You here to make fun of me, are ya?" "Uh, no, actually. I wanted to... uh... offer... uh... friendship. If you want. I mean, I know what it's like to be alone. Need a friend?" She smiled. "You're funny. What's ya name, mate?" "I-I'm..." "Settle down, you're worse than the jumbucks on shearin' night." "I don't know what that means, but all right. I'm Michael. Your name is Sarah, right?" She nodded. "Have you had lunch? Do you want to, I don't know, have a bite to eat? With me, of course." She giggled and nodded. Yeah, Sarah Cassidy. She was a special kind of girl, as I'd find out. ***************** Out we were, over by the fake tree they planted years ago, well before we were even born. "Where are you from, exactly?" I asked, munching on a stick of celery. "Um, well, Australia, obviously. I was born in this city called Melbourne, but we moved out to the outer suburbs when I was six months old. Mum always tells me about when I was running out in nothing but a nappy through the cow's field." I looked at her in confusion. "Nappies? You know, Huggies and BabyLove? Oh wait, you're American, aren't you? Don't you guys call them diapers over here?" I nodded nervously. "Yeah, that's right. Funny world we live in." She looked blankly into the sky. "Why can't we all just agree on one language, eh? That's what my dad always says. 'Make them politicians do something worthwhile, for once,' he'd say." I just smiled quietly and watched my shoelaces drift in the wind. "What about you? What are your parents like?" she asked kindly, with a crazy grin on her face. "Uh, my... uh... parents are divorced." She turned her face from one of glee to one of sadness. "Too bad, too bad. What's that like? Livin' with ya Mum and Dad in different places?" "Well, She works a lot of the time, and she doesn't see me very often. I think she loves her work more than me. Dad's an architect. He taught me how to build a bridge. I have a special one in my bedroom." "Jeez, I couldn't imagine if Mum left. She'd probably take me, though. She's always calling Dad a pathetic mongrel. Do you think that's bad?" "I don't know. I remember they took me to a lady for help or something, her name was, uh, Mrs Counselor?" She burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" "Counselor isn't a name, ya doofus, it's a job. You know, someone who helps counsel people on their problems? My uncle has to see one. He and Aunt Debbie go to help fix their marriage or somethin'." I nodded in understanding. She waited for me to say something for about a minute, then broke the silence. "Would you like to come over? Mum makes a great roast. Or maybe we'll have some bangers and mash. That's sausages and mashed potatoes, if you don't know." I said yes. "Maybe I can talk to my Dad about it. He might have to come though, he's very careful about who I meet." So I called my father. He was, however, previously engaged in some new design he was working on. He let me go, though, on the requirement that I told him where the house was so he could pick me up at six thirty. Sarah was overjoyed. "Awesome! Mum and Dad will be so happy to meet you. And I have a new friend! You're my friend, Michael! Do you know what that means? It means we can play together. Oh, yes, I have a new doll we can play with! Oh, you'll like her so much! Oh..." ******** The house was small. Not a lot to it, just a box with a second story. Sarah burst through the door first. "Daddy! We're home!" The place was well furnished, though clearly on a small budget. Carpet covered the place, from the kitchen (which was spared a few tiles behind a baby gate) to the staircase at the far end. Toys were scattered all over the floor, from baby blocks to a giant dragon plush in the corner. A small television from the sixties was sitting on a small wooden block in the corner. Sarah's mother guided her upstairs. I tried to follow, but was told to sit down and play games. I opened a box of Monopoly and started pulling out the money. "Woah, woah, there. Watcha' doin' pulling out my cash?" The man was standing on the stairs. "I... I didn't... sorry..." He smiled. "Ah, I'm kidding, buddy. No, feel free to play as you wish." "I... uh... I'm Sarah's friend." "Yeah, I imagined so. Nice to know she's got a friend. I'm her dad. Call me John." He thrusted his hand out and shook my hand hard. "Uh... okay." He got down on his legs. "D'ya know how to play?" "I... no-" I was interrupted by screams from above, Sarah's. She ran downstairs, tears flooding down her face. She was wearing a half-attached diaper around her tiny waist. John grabbed her as she ran past. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, munchkin? Why are you crying?" She sobbed into his blue shirt. "Mummy... she... she hurt me." "Oh, darling. I'm sure she didn't mean it. What happened?" "She... was... changing my nappy... and she... smacked me." She wrapped her arms around her father, drowning herself in tears. "Honey, it's okay, it's okay. Were you naughty? You know Mummy doesn't like you when you're naughty." "No!" The mother came dashing down the stairs, puffing. "I didn't hurt you, Sarah! Settle down!" The little seven year old wrapped her legs around father's hip. He stood up. "What happened, Trix?" "Nothing. She was kicking her legs when I was trying to change her. She kicked my in the tummy and I gave her a swat on her butt. It was soft, Sarah, for goodness sake!" That didn't stop the girl's wailing. She cried and cried, filling her face with as many tears as she could manage. Her father cleared his throat. Sarah calmed down. "Sarah, look at me. Look at me. Okay, now, did you kick Mummy while she was changing your nappy?" She stopped and wiped her eyes. "Yes, daddy." "Okay now. That hurt Mummy, look at her. She was trying to help you. What do you say when you hurt someone?" "Sorry, Mummy." "Good girl. Now go let Mummy finish your nappy, and then we can play." She nodded. John placed her gently on the floor, and she walked up to her mother. She hugged her. "I love you, Mummy." "I love you too, Sarah." They took each other's hand and walked upstairs. A few moments of silence followed. "Why was Sarah wearing a diaper?" I asked her dad. "Mate, it's a long story. Just know she can't control her bladder. Poor girl. The doctor said she could improve, but it's unlikely." "Why?" "She was hurt when she was in her mum's belly. Hurt her head and bladder. Poor little darling. Don't worry though. She's not sick, just hurt. We let her call us Mummy and Daddy, when I guess she should be saying Mum and Dad. Just helps her understand." "Will she get better?" "I don't think I should tell you that. Just promise you won't make fun of her? Please? She's never had a friend before." I looked at the TV. "I promise." "Good man. Now, what do you want to do now?" And that was how I learned about Sarah. She was a strong spirit, even back then. Now I think of her and hope she never loses it. ***************************************** That's the end of Chapter One. I'm planning out to name the chapters after Sarah's age at the point in the story, so this chapter is called 'Seven'. The next one, 'Eleven', is coming as soon as possible. Any advice and constructive criticism is welcome!
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