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Heyo, so I just received my first pack of Babydream Gute-Nacht Pants. They are made for a drug store called "Rossmann" and are a direct competitor to DryNites. I like pull-ups since I don't always have the time to wear a abdl diaper and find these to be more practical. And since I don't like any pull-on underwear for grown ups (not cute imo) I'll have to use teen pull-ups. I was searching for an alternative to DryNites bc for there size I am really underwhelmed by their capacity (for me they start to leak after one pee). I read the the Babydreams are supposed to have a higher capacity and I'd like to put that to the test. So yeah, if I have any findings, may they be positive or negative, I will upadte you on here. (Especially for all my fellow padded germans ). Let me know your thoughts about the design! - Felix

Chapter 1 (The opposite of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) could be described as Post-Traumatic Growth (PTG). While PTSD involves the negative effects of trauma, such as flashbacks, nightmares, and severe anxiety, PTG refers to the positive psychological change that can occur as a result of struggling with adversity. PTG may involve a greater appreciation for life, increased personal strength, improved relationships, and a deeper sense of spirituality or meaning in life.) The impact felt like a slap in the face, although her whole body shook. Far from the darkness, or the proverbial light, Sally only saw… opaque, a sort of grey. And a powerful smell. It stung her nostrils. After that, it was mostly confusion. She vaguely remembered her mother in panic, trying to open her own door, trying in vain to pull on the deployed airbags covering the SUV’s windows, in a futile attempt to get her bearings, and asking if she was alright. Sally felt alright. As right as one can feel after a head-on collision with a concrete barrier, that is. She felt herself for wounds, but the most evident effect of this crash was a painful shoulder, evidently due to the seat belt. She was mostly stunned, shocked, disoriented. But she couldn’t see any blood or bones poking out. “I’m fine, mom”, she stuttered, as she double-checked herself, confirming she had broken nothing. Except for maybe that shoulder. That stung. The following moments were a daze for Sally, as helpful drivers made their way to the wrecked vehicle, and called out if they were all right. Her mom was still desperately trying to open her door, but it wouldn’t open. A concerned face suddenly appeared inches away from Sally’s face, behind the loose window airbag which had been lifted out of the way. “You alright?”, the gruff voice sounded. “Get us out of here”, her mother almost shrieked. “I can’t open my door”. “Uhm, ma’am, you’ve got a concrete barrier on that side. You’d better come out this side. “You OK, miss?”, he asked, looking at Sally, who nodded. Sirens were approaching, louder by the second. It annoyed Sally that somehow somebody decided to forget their siren on, and that seemed to be her only focus now. The siren. Eventually somebody decided it would be better to turn it off, so the emergency responders could communicate with the victims. Amidst Sally’s protestations that she was alright, she was strapped onto a scoop stretcher, with an elaborate cervical collar, and after a while in which they took some vitals and made sure she wasn’t actually dying, they slid her into the back of an ambulance, her concerned mom got in a jump seat, and then the siren started again. And this time they didn’t turn it off.

Hello everyone, I've come to you today with a continuation of a story I've been authorized to co-author about Louise's difficult life. First a brief summary of the topic and then her new chapter, ⚠️ Triggers warning about: alcoholism Prologue Louise is sixteen years old and has a life that is very complicated by her height, often mistaken for a child, and her mother who was an alcoholic. Chapter 01 Louise is a sixteen year old teenager, Louise looks more like a child than a teenager, she has a body of four, she lives at home with her mother but her life is not easy, her father was a lawyer but when Louise was three years old her father was in a car accident and her mother never got over it and drank too much, her mother's name is Monica. Monica was a super good mother, she liked to go to her daughter's plays and read bedtime stories, but after her husband's death she drowned her sorrows in drink, she tried to stop drinking, her psychologist told her to find other things to do So Monica started looking on YouTube for things to knit, yôga, and cook but she saw a lot of diaper review videos and she wanted to do as well how she would make her daughter wear, At first Louise thought her mother was playing house with her, but as she grew up it was humiliating how much acting she had to do, and in her room she had everything a child needed, toys, teddy bears, dolls, and several diapers. Louise has already thought of running away from home but the resentment and fear of leaving her mother alone is too great and in a while she will be eighteen and she was going to leave home but until she washes the way and continues to play her mother's game Louise came home after a long day and Monica had answered the door and smelled alcohol and Monica spoke up: " let's shoot a video" that was the sign that she would be wearing diapers and then Monica said " someone wet their pants" she pulled up the front of her pants and threw water on them and now it looked like she had wet herself. Monica already had the camera in her hand and started recording and then he did the intro and said " today we went to the mall and Louise had a great time but when we almost got home she had an accident " he showed her wet pants and continued " she's not ready for potty training but now let's take a shower and go to bed "Louise had to leave wearing a princess bathrobe and her mother resumed the recording " guys I bought a new diaper for my little one let's see how it looks" she was taken to the room where Monica did the unboxing saying " this diaper with animal design, flexible fit and tape and that the child does not take off by itself the ideal consumption for those who have a smart baby". Then Monica laid her daughter down on the changing table, which they got at a fair for small children, she did the whole procedure and Louise was wearing the diaper that had a perfect fit and Monica said "we also have a beautiful pink jumpsuit with a zipper back and let's see how it looks". i Monica put it on and it also turned out well and she said "and there is one more thing, the formula that you will take today was also a gift" Monica went to the kitchen and brought the bottle Louise tasted strawberry and went to sleep Louise didn't know it but there were doses of diuretic in the formula and it was for children who have problems going to the bathroom. Chapter 02 Louise's heart sank as she realized that her mother would be going out for the day and a babysitter would be taking care of her. Normally, when a babysitter was around, Louise would hide her baby items and try to pass as a regular child. But this time, things were different. Louise was already wearing pajamas that required help to take off, and to make matters worse, her mother had given her a bottle of milk the night before, not knowing it contained a diuretic. As a result, she found herself in a wet diaper, adding to her discomfort and unease. Desperate for a way out of her predicament, Louise cautiously ventured out of her room, hoping to find something that would allow her to remove her pajamas and regain her sense of normalcy. However, as she turned the corner, she collided with a young woman with blonde hair and a warm smile. To Louise's surprise, the woman scooped her up in her arms and introduced herself as Megan, her nanny for the day. Megan's cheerful demeanor momentarily distracted Louise from her worries, but she couldn't help but wonder what was in store for her now. Gently cradling Louise, Megan reassured her, saying, "Little one, I'm Megan, your nanny. Haha, let's get you out of those clothes." With a nurturing touch, Megan carried Louise to the living room, where she spotted a pacifier and instinctively placed it in Louise's mouth. Aware of Louise's fondness for pacifiers from the videos her mother had recorded, Megan sought to make her feel comfortable. "I know you love these in the videos," she said with a playful tone. "Now, let's see if the baby food is ready." Louise's heart sank even further as she realized that she would have to play the role of a baby for the duration of Megan's presence. The realization weighed heavily on her, leaving her torn between her desire to be treated like a normal child and the reality she couldn't escape. Megan continued to cradle Louise in her arms, her smile unwavering as she grabbed her cellphone and started recording. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she began the video by announcing that she was going to take care of a special child that day, focusing the camera on Louise. In a playful tone, Megan revealed that Louise was famous for her videos, capturing the attention of viewers through her mother's recordings. She highlighted Louise's unique charm and the popularity she had gained in the online world. Although Louise had mixed feelings about being in the spotlight, she couldn't deny the impact her videos had made. Megan concluded the introduction by stating that she had accepted the babysitting job not because she enjoyed taking care of children, but because she saw it as an opportunity to record content with Louise and potentially boost her own channel's growth. It became apparent to Louise that Megan's motives were driven more by personal gain than genuine care for her well-being. With a swift touch on her cellphone screen, Megan ended the recording. She then shifted her attention back to Louise, gently placing her in a feeding chair positioned nearby. As she prepared Louise's breakfast, Megan shared her thoughts, admitting that babysitting wasn't her preferred line of work. Louise couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and confusion. She wondered if Megan truly understood her needs and if she would be able to provide the care and attention she longed for. The sudden realization that she was merely a means to an end for Megan's own ambitions left her feeling even more vulnerable and uncertain about what lay ahead. As the chapter drew to a close, Louise found herself grappling with a new set of emotions. She pondered the true intentions of those around her and questioned whether she would ever find someone who genuinely cared for her well-being, rather than using her for their own purposes. With a heavy heart, Louise prepared herself for the day ahead, uncertain of what would unfold and desperately longing for the return of her mother her's love and attention. These chapters were written by the original author and this is my part and I will continue to comment on them. Chapter 03 Louise was sitting in the high chair in the kitchen, eating the horrible porridge that her mother had invented and claimed in the videos to be her favorite. It was a peculiar invention that her mother had once made to attract a company looking for children to advertise. However, Louise had missed her chance, and now she was standing there, forced to eat that unpleasant concoction. She grimaced as she tasted the first piece. Megan, her nanny, sitting next to her, noticed the look on Louise's face and said compassionately: "It's really bad, love. Let's take your milk". In the videos that Monica, Louise's mother, posted online, she claimed that Louise didn't speak very well due to developmental problems. However, for a teenager who was wearing a wet diaper, the situation was even worse. As Megan got up to get the bottle of special formula for Louise, something caught her eye. On the can of formula, there was a discreet description, mentioning "small doses of diuretics". Louise frowned, confused. She pointed to the wet diaper and said: "Wet to...". Her voice faltered for a moment, but she wanted to express her need to be changed. The situation was childish and humiliating for Louise, but she knew that she needed to keep up the appearance of a baby so that her family would continue to receive money from the advertising company. Megan took the bottle and handed it to Louise, trying to ease the situation. Louise started to drink the liquid, but her head was full of dark thoughts. She was afraid of what the morning had in store for her. Gradually, the strange mixture of porridge and formula began to fill Louise's stomach. She felt a sense of unease and anxiety growing inside her. She knew she would have to face another day of pretending, of being treated like a helpless baby, when in fact she was a teenager with dreams and desires of her own. As she finished her bottle, Louise looked at Megan with worried eyes. She didn't know how to deal with this situation any longer. She wanted to be free to be herself, without having to submit to this cruel game. But for now, she had no choice but to resign herself and wait to see what the morning would bring. Megan picked Louise up in her arms and carried her into the bedroom. As a reluctant nanny, Megan didn't like looking after children at all. She had dreamed of becoming a successful blogger, but all her previous attempts had failed. However, a new opportunity had fallen into her lap. As Megan put Louise in the changing room, Louise knew that this wasn't the first time a nanny had had dark intentions. She had been through this before, and that feeling of vulnerability and fear was beginning to take hold of her again. Megan gently removed Louise's pyjamas, revealing her wet diaper.As Megan began to change Louise's diaper, she opened the door of the cupboard that stored the young girl's diapers. She took out a new packet from the Personality brand, which promised protection for up to 12 hours. A mischievous smile formed on Megan's face: "Let's do a test with the new diaper," she said, revealing her true intentions. Louise watched Megan's every move intently. She knew that this new diaper wasn't just an attempt to find the most efficient product. Megan was taking the opportunity to humiliate her and keep her trapped in this increasingly unbearable farce. With a lump in her throat, Louise held back her tears and prepared herself to face another day of pretending, of being treated like a baby when her wish was to be recognized as a teenager with dreams, desires and a voice of her own. Every step she took towards the living room was a painful reminder of her emotional prison.

Prologue What would happen if a fourteen-year-old boy just stopped using the potty, and peed his pants all the time? This is the story of a teenage kid who wants to wear diapers again and decides to keep wetting his pants until his mom puts him back in diapers. How long will it take? How long will it last? Is this a dream come true, or will it be a night that he regrets? Side note- this story includes a wet dream, but I don’t get detailed about the dream, and he doesn’t understand what it is. Therefore, I don’t believe it is sexual in any way. If a moderator believes this to be in violation, please IM me, and I will remove the story. The boy who wanted diapers I like diapers and I have always liked them. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember the specifics of my early potty-training years, but I know that I wasn’t fully potty-trained until I was nearly five. I remember wearing diapers on my fourth birthday, and at some point, I stopped wearing them during the day. However, I still had accidents, and my mom would put me in Pull-ups and even diapers if I had too many. I remember my mom saying, “Big boys don’t wear diapers,” but I don’t think I cared. I think I was jealous of my little sister, who is three years younger than me. I was put back in diapers after Jessica’s second birthday, which is at the end of May. My birthday is in September, so this was only three months before my fifth birthday. Since I wasn’t fully potty trained, my mom decided to wait another year for me to start kindergarten, which was a good thing because I wasn’t ready. I guess putting me back in diapers worked because I didn’t need them anymore after my fifth birthday. I didn’t even wet the bed anymore. However, I was jealous of Jessica, who was two years old and still not potty trained. I wanted to get the same attention that she got, and when I saw my mom changing Jessica’s diaper I asked, “Can I wear a diaper?” My mom replied, “Honey, you’re a big boy. Big boys don’t wear diapers. Why do you want to wear a diaper?” I shrugged because I didn’t know why. “I don’t know.” “I’m sorry honey, but no. Big kids don’t wear diapers.” I stomped my foot and cried out, “BUT I WANT TO! Please, Mommy!” Mom snapped, “Jacob, stop that! You’re not a baby.” I protested and said, “I’m going to poop my pants.” I squatted down and pushed a big load into my underwear. She grabbed my hand and said, “If that’s what you want, that’s what you’re going to get.” I suddenly realized what I did, and what it meant. I asked, “What are you going to do?” Mom answered, “Pooping your pants on purpose means that you’re not a big boy. You need to go back to diapers.” I protested, “I’m still a big boy.” Mom answered, “Not if you poop your pants. This means that you’ll be treated just like Jessica.” She cleaned me up, put me in a diaper, and then made me take a nap in Jessica’s crib. I even ate dinner in a highchair. I don’t remember how long it took, but it was several days before my mom even let me use the potty again. When I didn’t tell her that I needed to use the potty, she said, “I guess you’re not ready yet,” so I stayed in diapers. She acted like it was completely normal and kept treating me like I was a baby. I even had to use a stroller, like my sister. I ended up staying in diapers for a few weeks and still had accidents after that. I got put in Pull-ups after each accident and had to wear a diaper if I had an accident in my Pull-ups. Whenever I wore a diaper, I was treated like a baby. That was my mom’s rule. It lasted until Jessica was potty trained, and no longer wearing diapers. I didn’t want to wear diapers if Jessica got to wear underwear, so I stopped having accidents. I was still fascinated with diapers, but I don’t remember having major issues with the potty. Fortunately, those desires seemed to ebb into the background after I turned eight. They were still there, but I had other interests and the wish for diapers wasn’t a major one. I wanted to wet my bed, but I never did. In reality, I was pretty good at holding my pee. I could always pee if I needed to, and I could hold it when there wasn’t a bathroom available. Strangely, through most of this time, it was my sister who had those problems. She had giggle incontinence and occasionally wet her pants. She had to wear Pull-ups, but much to my chagrin never had to wear diapers. I didn’t mature emotionally, or physically at the same rate as my classmates. I started kindergarten late, so I was always one of the older kids in my class, but I was also one of the smallest. It wasn’t such a big deal in third grade, because we were all little kids. But it became a bigger deal as we got older. A teacher once yelled at me when I was in sixth grade because she thought I was on the wrong playground. She thought I belonged on the K-3 playground, and not the 4-6 playground. It was even worse in middle school because my friends seemed to be growing up, while I stayed the same. They were interested in girls, and I wasn’t. My friends would make out with their girlfriends, and some even bragged about having sex. I pretended to understand, but I really didn’t and didn’t feel anything for girls. That was fortunate because none of the girls felt anything for me either. I was just some little dweeby kid and had nothing to offer a middle school girl. I had ‘friends’ accuse me of being gay, but I wasn’t even interested in boys like that. Middle school kids can understand homosexuality, in their own way, but don’t have a clue about kids who are neither. On top of all of that, I used to play baseball and soccer when I was younger, but suddenly I was smaller and weaker than all the kids my age. I was no longer good enough to play. I just didn’t fit in, and my interest in diapers came back. I was suddenly dreaming about diapers and wishing I could wear them again. One of my neighbors ran an informal daycare, and I still went there after school. It was the same place I went to when I was a little kid. We just kept going there because it was convenient and my mom didn’t trust me to be by myself, even though I was fourteen. I didn’t mind though, because she had a cool house, made me snacks, and helped me with my homework. There were three little kids who still wore diapers, and I wished I could join them. I also used to meander to the diaper aisle at the grocery store. I’m not sure if my mom knew what I was thinking, but she never said anything about it. At the time, when I was in eighth grade, Mrs. Wilson typically had ten other kids at her house after school. I was fourteen, and the oldest by a large amount. My sister and her best friend Jessica were eleven, and Jessica’s little brother Adam was nine and in third grade. They were like us and just kept going to her house, but most of the kids stopped going after first or second grade. Adam was five years younger than me, and I had known him since he was a baby, but he probably was the closest thing I had to a best friend. He was young enough that he still liked to play with toys, and old enough to play games that were too complicated for little kids. I know it isn’t normal to play with action figures or pretend to be explorers/astronauts, or professional athletes at fourteen years old, but I could do that with him and not feel guilty. I could tell people that I was entertaining a younger child, but in reality, we were just two kids playing. The other kids were much younger. There were two first-grade girls who were BFFs, and Jason had just finished Kindergarten and was just past his sixth birthday. He was the younger brother of Ivy, who was one of the first-grade girls. That was our typical big-kid group, and then there were four little kids. One was four, there was a three-year-old, and then two babies. The four-year-old still wasn’t potty trained and wore diapers almost all the time, and the three-year-old had just graduated out of diapers. There was also Mrs. Wilson’s daughter, but she was older and helped her mom. Rachel was seventeen and going into her senior year in high school. Ironically, Rachel and I are closer in age than I am to Lisa. However, Rachel has always been more of an older cousin. She was on the 4-6 playground when I was in 1st grade; and moved on to middle school when I started 4th grade. She was in high school when I started middle school. She was also our regular babysitter and had been since she was thirteen. Mrs. Wilson took a relaxed approach to potty training, so most of the kids who went to her house were late bloomers. She didn’t believe kids were truly potty-trained until they could independently use the toilet on their own, without any prompts. Until that happened, she believed kids should stay in diapers, and they would potty train themselves when it was time. Even after that, no matter how old we were, Mrs. Wilson’s rule was: we had to wear Pull-ups after an accident, and if that was wet, we were put in a diaper for the rest of the day. It happened to all of us. My sister had to wear Pull-ups a few times when she was nine, and Adam got put in a diaper when he was eight. Jason, the six-year-old kindergartner, was super excited after the last day of school because he was moving on to first grade. As little kids sometimes do when they get excited, Jason wet his pants. That wasn’t unusual for him. He didn’t do it a lot, but it wasn’t the first time he had to wear Pull-ups at Mrs. Wilson’s house. When he was caught, he cried, “I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Mrs. Wilson remarked, “I know it’s an accident, that’s why you have to wear Pull-ups. If you are a big boy and don’t have any more accidents, you can wear big boy pants again.” Jason was still crying when he went outside to play, and his sister, Ivy, comforted him. Ivy said, “Don’t worry, I’ll help remind you to use the potty.” “But Mommy will be mad.” Ivy responded, “Mommy won’t be mad unless you have more accidents.” Unfortunately, Jason had another accident. An accident in a Pull-up meant that he got put in diapers for the rest of the day. We only had another hour before pick-up, but he cried and begged Mrs. Wilson to change her mind. However, Mrs. Wilson never changed her mind. I spent the rest of the day wondering what happened to Jason when he got home. His mom was very disappointed when she picked him up, and I had visions of him staying in diapers for a few more days. It also made me wonder what would happen if I wet my pants. Mrs. Wilson wanted me to be more of a helper and less like a little kid. However, I wasn’t responsible enough to be much help. What would she do if I suddenly started wetting my pants? No matter how hard I tried, my mind kept shifting back to diapers. Back then, before I would fall asleep, I would imagine scenarios where my mom would put me back in diapers. I was pre-loading a diaper dream, and hopefully, I would actually wet the bed one of those nights. However, I never did. I usually had morning wood and a full bladder, but I never wet the bed. That night I imagined myself wetting my pants and I suddenly felt myself peeing. I couldn’t stop peeing, no matter how hard I tried. I woke up and thought, ‘Oh my God, I just wet the bed!’ I was a mix of ecstatic and horrified, and I reached out to check if it really happened. Sure enough, my underwear was wet, but it didn’t feel like pee. It felt more like a sticky lotion. At the time, I was more than a little naïve. I might have been a young teen, but I still had a childlike mindset. I was a little confused, but then realized it was probably a wet dream. It was my first wet dream! I wasn’t sure how to handle it. I changed my underwear, put a towel over the spot on the bed, and went back to sleep. I was oddly satisfied, disappointed, and guilty all at the same time. I wondered what would happen if I started to wet the bed again. This wasn’t something I wanted to tell my mom about, so I hid the underwear and put my covers over the sheets to hide the evidence. Mind you, my mom wanted me to do my own laundry and wanted me to put things in the washing machine. I should have put everything in the washing machine, but I wasn’t very good at remembering to do those things. Also, unless my mom prompted me, I never made my bed in the morning. I think my mom realized what happened, but she never said anything about it. I know that she saw the sticky sheets because I had new sheets that evening, and my laundry was folded. The next night I imagined my mom making me wear diapers all summer. I even started to imagine sleeping in a crib and being treated like a baby, just like when I was five. I wasn’t sure if my mom would do that, nor did I know what Mrs. Wilson would do. I started to lay out the scenarios. What would happen if I just stopped using the toilet, and started to pee and poop my pants? I needed to pee, so I decided to wet the bed. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy as I imagined. I had to imagine myself standing next to a toilet before I could start. Even then, there wasn’t very much. However, it was enough to count as a wet bed. It was the first time I had wet the bed since I was seven years old.

I would love some friends especially people under the age of like 25. I’m a 19 yr old just looking for fun or friends! Hope to see some response. ?

Daniel Lewis was an average 17 year old boy. It was just him, his mom and his new step dad. They moved to his step dad's house after his mother got married to him. Lucky for Daniel, his new house was still close to his school so he didn't have to move schools. Daniel's step dad, Jim was a very nice man. Always asked if he needed help with anything, gave him rides to school, and watched TV with him now and then. But after a month of living with the man, Jim seemed to baby him more after his mom got a job in the evenings. She worked from 4:30-11:30 pm at a store that was downtown.

I'm truly 42. But it's really true that inside I'm just a scared 15 year old. Always. When I'm 15, I need diapers cuz I have accidents. So what? That doesn't mean I'm a baby, like my sister always teases me. And...okay, I sometimes use my pacifier. Big whoop. It has a calming thing to it. Stop teasing me! By the way, I do not think you can hear or see that I'm wearing diapers when I'm wearing my basketball nylon pants. No way. Anyone else feel like that 24/7/365 like me?

Hi everyone! This story is a repost, from an old story I wrote back in 2013. It's been about 5 years since I initially began writing this story, and with the recent purge of this forum section, I figured I'd not just post this story, but I'd rewrite it entirely! Or, essentially, I took the entire story, and redrafted it to make it more reader friendly (as well as fix a few plot holes and update some of the subjects, i.e, diapers, phone conversations). Anyways, I hope you like it. I'll try to speed through posting these, since I have to get these posted before I go back to my university. --- CHAPTER 1: The Backwoods Here in Maisefeld, USA, the town is generally flat, with the exception of a rolling hills, and the backwoods that exist on the outskirt of town. I'd consider our town pretty small; with about 20,000 people. You see, I live in a small, one story house with my Mom and we just happen to live near the suburban outskirts, with a very large "backyard", consisting of a nearly never ending backwood. Ever since I was a kid, I was told "Alex, never go into the Maisefeld Backwoods by yourself!". I've been told stories of children who go missing, adults who have gotten lost for days, and pets who run away, never to return. But I shouldn't have to fear that anymore, right? I mean, I'm 14 for lord's sake. Well, to be fair, maybe I’m grown up enough to go into the woods. I mean, I haven't even advanced from diapers yet... After my Dad passed away when I was 4, my potty training never really worked out, and eventually, I never grew out of diapers. The financial burden was rough at times growing up, but eventually Mom figured a way to bill them through our healthcare provider, I think. She stopped diapering me when I was 9, and now, 5 years later, I’m still in diapers. It's nice, because in public, I never have to ask for the bathroom. It’s sounds luxurious, but in reality, it’s a bit tricky to deal with. However, that’s not what this story’s about… I got home from school today, on a Wednesday, and had to use my diaper, so I could poop. As usual, I threw my backpack and jacket on the floor, took off my pants, and gazed out the back door, to relax and concentrate on messing. The woods were so dark from the pine trees filtering the light of the day. My eyes gazed across the forest, taking note of every stick and branch that had fallen into it’s new place on the forest floor, and judging the distance from our backyard fence, across the dirt pathway, into the layers of dead leaves and sticks. While I slowly used my diaper, I noticed something a bit out of place more than usual. I squinted my eyes and recognized a red plastic ball. It was just a few feet into the woods, as if a child had thrown it over the fence. Thinking it was one of the neighbors, I slid open the glass door, and walked out to my backyard fence. I stood behind the gate, and set my head on the fence; the brick walls of suburbia lined the dirt path for hundreds of yards, until it curved with the housing tract. Noticing no one was around, I figured the ball must have been blown into the forest by the wind. The ball was a stark red color, and seemed the be the only vibrant object in the woods. It was just a ball, so I went back inside, and shut the door. My diaper needed changing and was starting to stink, so I went into the bathroom to take care of it. After a few hours of homework and another diaper change, my Mom came home a bit late, muttered a ‘hello’ to me, then went to bed. As a single parent, she’s been struggling to balance a hectic work life and a personal life at home. Recently, she’s been dating again, and is trying to move us into a nicer home. It’s made me a bit of a latchkey kid, since she’s always out of the house, but as long as she’s happy, I am too. At around 8pm, I walked back to the backdoor, and stared out the window, to see if the red ball was still there. I walked back outside and found that it had disappeared, perhaps lost into the woods, or picked up by someone walking the back alley behind the housing tract. Behind my fence is a small dirt alley that separates the backyards of the homes on our cul-de-sac from the surrounding wilderness. I've always assumed a pipeline is underneath the dirt alley. I looked in my neighbor's backyard and found nothing, and the house to the left of mine is vacant, with no red ball to be found. Quickly, the cold air got the best of me, and I went back inside. An hour later, I turned off the TV, then shut off all the lights; closing up for the night. As I turned out the living room light, I caught a shadow move near the window in the corner of my eye. I turned quickly and stopped for a second. I stayed still for about a minute, looking for some movement to see if I was seeing anything. After a minute of waiting, I finally turned around and went to bed. Regardless, it gave me chills. —- And now Chapter 2: --- CHAPTER 2: An Abduction The crack of dawn woke me up, and brought me back to reality. I threw off the covers, and sat up to the familiar sight of a soaked diaper. It crinkled noticeably as I threw off the blanket and walked to the shower to get ready. Less than an hour later, I was on my walk to school. It’s nice because school is just a few blocks away in a flat town, so I would walk to school everyday; Mom used to drive me to school until I started high school. The air was cold, and seemed to burn my face as I walked against the wind. Another 10 minutes later, I was at school, and headed to class as the bell rang. My morning classes were always the worst. During lunch, I met with my closest friend, Cameron. We don’t share a clique or anything, but we hang out a lot outside of class. What’s special about Cameron is his passion for diapers, which is a something we share. Though, Cameron doesn’t wear diapers everyday like I do. “Hi, Cameron,” I said, walking up to him. He greeted me casually, and we exchanged a fair amount of banter, before he said, “Did you hear about what happened last night?”. I shook my head, confused. “Well, apparently Joey was kidnapped. You know, that really short freshman we always see slouched down by the 100s bungalows?” Cameron continued. I wasn’t too familiar with who he was referring, but knowing some kid in our small school was abducted, was… unsettling, to say the least. “Joey? The short, dirty blonde haired kid?” I recalled. “Yeah, I guess so. He lived on the other side of town by the woods. I’d be careful.” Cameron said, taking off his backpack, and slumping down against the chemistry building’s wall, opposite me. Cameron also mentioned how he read, Joey stated he ‘felt like someone was watching him all the time’. “Why?” I asked, now a bit concerned. Cameron looked up at me, “Because those woods are sketchy. From what I read, he went out to the dirt alley behind his house, and that was the last time he was heard from.”. I shook a bit from the cold air, “I-I’ll be fine, I’m sure of it. Anyways, what are you doing after school? I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?”. Cameron took out his phone to check a text, then replied, “Uhh, my Mom wanted me to go to church this evening, but I think I can blow it off. You have anything good at your place?”. “Yes, my new diapers are getting dropped off sometime today, I think you’d like these!” I enthusiastically grinned as I kept my voice down. Cameron looked away and smiled, then said, “Nice, let me just text my Mom, then I'll be good to hang out.”. He said, before he stood up, and we walked back to class. After school, Cameron and I met up just outside the front office and we walked home together. The weather had warmed up a little, but the breeze was starting to pick up, so we rushed home. Scathed by the dry cold air, we finally got home in record time; I made sure to pick up the heavy box of diapers off the porch, and put them on the kitchen table to open. The first thing I did when I got inside was make sure the back door was locked, before I began opening up the box. “ABUniverse? How can you afford these?” Cameron asked, as I pulled out one of the eight packs of diapers. “Mom got a raise a month ago, or so. She asked me what I should order, and I took your advice.” I smiled, dumping the other seven packs onto the carpet from the cardboard box; there were 3 packs of Simple, 3 packs of Space, and 2 packs of Little Pawz. “Quality stuff, dude! I’m excited for you.” He said, opening the plastic on a ‘Little Pawz’. “They might be a bit big on you and me, since the website said the minimum waist size is 31”.” I said, as he pulled out a diaper that seemed to be larger than his head. He didn’t waste any time, as he quickly pulled off his pants and underwear, exposing himself to me. In a flash, Cameron unfolded the diaper, threw it between his legs, pulled the wings up, and taped on the tapes. The diaper looked a little bit big, but the tapes didn’t touch each other, so I figured the size fit well. Meanwhile, I piled the remaining seven packs of diapers into my arms, and began to carry them to my room. “Aaah…” He sighed, while a very noticeable yellow stain poured down the front of the diaper, accompanied by the audible hissing of his pee, which faded out quickly, “I’m done.” He said moments later, straightening his posture. “You should’ve waited, a little while, now you’re stuck in a wet diaper.” I giggled as I walked to my room; arms full. “I had to go, bad! Plus it’s not like I’ll be wearing it all day, I got stuck going to that crappy church event.” His voice echoed from the family room. “You couldn’t get out of that?” I yelled from my room, while I tossed the bags onto my bed to be put away later. “Nope, and I’m not wearing this to church!” He let out a laugh. It’s humorous, but I remember when his Mom caught him wearing one of my diapers a few months ago. Last September, Cameron was wearing one of my diapers when he had to go back home. He figured it wasn’t a big deal; yet, his parents took him out clothes shopping directly after picking him up, and his Mom discovered his wet diaper under a pair of Arizona jeans he was trying on. First thing she did was send him to a psychotherapist then made him clean out his closet, in hopes of getting rid of anything he may have been hiding. Since then he hasn't brought another diaper home since. —-

Teen Titans Go! Season 3 Episode 11, Grube's Fairytales is decently laden with diaper references. Robin, dressed as a renaissance bard, is mocked by Raven as wearing pantaloons. Starfire tauntingly remarks that she thought he was wearing a man diaper. Robin gets really irked, and throughout the episode it becomes a running gag to make fun of his appearance. Cyborg and Beast Boy chuckle later on, asking if he pees in his diaper, and Robin once again grows infuriated. At the conclusion of the episode, Beast Boy once again roasts Robin on wearing a man diaper, and all the fellow Titans laugh at him. Robin, done being angry, just sheds a pathetic tear. The wiki link for Grube's Fairytales is right here, click on it to see the episode, gallery, and transcript. http://teen-titans-go.wikia.com/wiki/Grube's_Fairytales. YouTube only has a clip of the episode, but it includes the first two instances (Starfire & Beast Boy/Cyborg) at 00:21 and 00:34, respectively. Bye

Lucas Hunt was just 16 years old. Recently he's had an attitude with his parents and teachers. He was failing school as well. And he wasn't doing what he was told to do. It was bothering his parents and they wanted to go out to dinner, just them. But they didn't want to leave Lucas by himself, not trusting he wouldn't break anything etc.

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Hey guys! Hopefully I'm posting this in the right section, If not please forgive me So I've been having this problem for almost 3 years now and its somewhat been bothering me recently. I am currently a senior in High School (only 19 more days till graduation ). I was Diagnosed with Dyslexia, and A.D.H.D as a child so schools been a crazy ride for me. Anyway I'm getting off topic here. Over the years I've developed this daily routine of mine, which is Go to School, Come Home, Masturbate, Shower, Then usually do some drawing in my sketchbook. The thing thats been bothering me is the whole masturbation thing, I cant go a day without not masturbating. I take 30mg of Adderall every morning for my anxiety and A.D.H.D and that seems to boost my sexual arousal. But if I don't take my medicine then its really difficult for me to pay attention in school. If anyone could give me some advice that would be awesome! Thanks

I live in westlake Ohio. Are there any daddy's out there close like in cleveland Ohio. I want to be babied. Id loved to be bondage in a diaper and be fully babied. If intrested kik me which my name on kik is teendareboy. Or email me which my email is wedgieboy@ymail.com

I live in westlake Ohio. Are there any daddy's out there close like in cleveland Ohio. I want to be babied. Id loved to be bondage in a diaper and be fully babied. If intrested kik me which my name on kik is teendareboy. Or email me which my email is wedgieboy@ymail.com

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hello everyone my name is pacifierlover77 why I say im "new" if because I've been on this site on and off since I was twelve which helped me understand that I wasn't a freak for always having diapers on my mind. since I turned 18 last september I finally decided today to offically join this unique website and wonderfull website. Alittle about me and my diaper history. I realized I liked diapers when I was 10 and found 20 bags of teen pull ups in a big chest in my parents basement. How they got there I did not know at the time but later I found that when my parents best friends moved they have a mentally handicapped son who had no control over his bladder. they where moving out to californa for advance treatments for him and since they were moving into a apartment they gave away many things to their friends and we got their giant coffee table. For some reason they left the diapers in there if they didn't fit anymore or if they where to busy moving to notice them missing. I spent about 2 years wearing them and loving them even if they leaked constantly however I felt guilty keeping a secret from my parents and decided to tell them and hoped they would accept it. Instead of accepting my unique interests they told me I was mentally ill and sent my to the family shrink for 2 years before I was able to fake I had no interest in them. I remember crying myself to sleep every night wondering why I was such a freak and on day I googled "why do I like adult diapers" and I ended up here finding out that I was not along in this interest and I have accepted it and grown to love my fetish ever since. Now that im 18 and have my first job I've been able to buy my own diapers when my parents went away to visit family after christmas. I got depends overnights but their junk...next month they are gonna be gone for a week and since then I have got a a debit account set up so I am hoping to be able to find some good diapers and other toys online while they are gone. but enough about my past let me tell you alittle about me. I feel like im a hybrid between dl and ab since I love onsies, pacifiers, and diapers ( I also really wana try out plastic pants since my depends I have leak) but I hate being treated like a baby. I've found out I have a very girly side where I love the color pink and I love cuddling but Im only interested in woman I have 0 interest in men. But I love fighting, hunting, sports and many manly things as well so I think I have a good balance between the two. can't wait to meet you all!