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I’ve chosen to revisit the story Sally’s Growth because of its controversial ending. This time, I’m offering a new one. I’ve spent a long time thinking about the story I wrote—and why I wrote it. While the original ending was described by some as “Greek drama,” one of my deeper influences is actually Russian drama. It’s rooted in realism, psychology, social critique, and spiritual struggle. It asks hard questions: How should we live? What does suffering mean? Its characters don’t battle the gods; they wrestle with themselves, with their nation, and with their conscience. There’s a persistent search for beauty, love, and meaning—even in chaos. Redemption is never guaranteed, but it’s always pursued. That said, the ending was disappointing. I get it. It disappointed me too—mainly because it left too much unresolved. For instance, how would Sally now relate to Katrina, Clara, and Erika in her changed situation? Over time, I kept circling these questions, running “what if” scenarios in my mind. Eventually, they grew into something more solid—and that’s what I’m sharing now. Someone once commented that the ending of Sally’s Growth felt like a dream sequence. They wished Sally would wake up. I’m not going down that road. Instead, I’m picking up the story where it ended: Sally dies—but then she doesn’t. And from there, the story continues. (Spoiler: Nobody dies in this story) I’m posting Chapter 97 as a continuation under this new direction. New readers may want to check out Sally’s Growth in the Completed Stories archive before diving in. I suggest you read until Chapter 96, then begin here. Your comments mean a lot. I depend on them.

“Dylan James Marshall, get down here now, we need to leave before the store closes!” This time, I couldn’t even try to ignore my mom’s yelling, my high quality headphones did nothing to drown her out when she got to full volume. I quickly stopped and saved my game before shutting down my PC , where I had been holed up in front of for the last several hours, before exiting my bedroom. “Coming Mom, I just need to stop and” “You need to stop and nothing! I told you 20 minutes that we needed to leave, whatever you need to do you could have done then! I can’t help that you choose to hole yourself up in your room in front of that computer for hours on end drinking soda and eating junk food. Your family comes first and right now your family needs you to help with the shopping.” Begrudgingly, I plodded my way down the stairs and out to the driveway, resigning myself to the backseat of our SUV, having no desire to hear my mother preach to me “I don’t care if you are nearly 16, the safest place for children is still the backseat” for the thousandth time. I buckled in and lost myself in my phone for what would be a minimum 20m minute drive over ill repaired country roads to the local Co-Op mega complex of interconnected grocery store, lumber mart, pharmacy and general department store where you could wander between the various “departments” with the same cart and check out at any till you wanted. While I could admit that there was a certain genius to this set up, almost a Walmart on steroids, it created a building with what felt like a bajillion square feet where we could often spend hours wandering until we had everything we needed for our bi-monthly resupply trips. The trip felt like an eternity, jostling my bladder, the reason for my intended stop before leaving the house, with every bump leaving me absolutely antsy as we pulled into the parking lot. As we entered the store, I started to make a beeline to the washrooms, only to be grabbed by the collar by my mom. “Mom, I just need to go pee!” “Dylan, you are nearly 16 years old, you can hold it until we are done shopping, we have way to much to buy today and not enough time to do it all.” Now the thing you need to understand with mom is that the only time there is an argument is when she starts arguing with herself. I was well aware that at this point anything short of a disabling injury was going to change her mind, so I allowed myself to be led to the cart rack to grab one of the two oversized carts that would be needed to complete our trip. What ensued was well over an hour, probably two if I had really had the chance to check my phone for the time, of plodding down the aisles and between the departments with Mom stopping to peruse items with seemingly no agenda. Mom never seemed to need a list, but this also seemed to lead to her stopping and thinking a lot, despite the urgent timeline of our trip. We had just made our way back over to the grocery department and were approaching the end of an aisle as I turned back, distracted by what Mom was trying to say to me while still walking forward. My progress was disrupted by a sudden jolt and the handlebar of the cart jabbing into my midsection with extreme force as I unknowingly crashed into another patron crossing the end of the aisle. I started to stammer out an apology, only to freeze mid-sentence as I became aware of a very warm and wet feeling, rapidly expanding from my crotch and down the inseams of my jeans. It was all that I could do to look down and stare as my crotch and legs progressively darkened, quickly followed by a puddle of liquid forming on the floor. “Dylan, are you ok?” My trance was interrupted by Mom running up behind me. “Did you break something, I don’t want to have to pay for wasted merchanidse, wait a second...” In that moment, Mom’s hand grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around full circle, leaving my obviously wet crotch and legs fully exposed for her to see. “Dylan James! I can’t believe this, did you seriously just piss your pants in the grocery store? I mean, a night time accident, that wouldn’t surprise me, there is a reason we still have a fully waterproof cover on your mattress after all.” Ok, so quick rewind, backstory time here, ummm yeah, bed wetting, that was a thing until just after I turned 14. Pull Ups, or Goodnites or whatever you want to call those glorified versions of diapers were a part of my nightly routine. it took 3 months of being dry every single night before I was allowed out of them, but still over 1.5 years later and the mattress is still protected just in case. But a daytime wetting? I mean, that hadn’t happened since I was maybe 5 or 6, unless you counted the times that I was forced to wear a pull up on a long drive in case I fell asleep, and even then the last time I had wet was on a 4 hour drive to Grandma and Grandpa's the Christmas before I turned 14 and it had legitimately happened in my sleep. Now snap back to the present, here I was, standing in front of my Mom in the middle of a grocery store in clearly soaked jeans, a puddle of urine at my feet while she made no attempts to conceal her analysis of the events to anyone within a three aisle radius. “I, I just can’t believe this, of all the things to deal with today, i wouldn’t think that a pair of pissy pants would be on the list. Your brother is 8 and even if he was with us I would be astounded if I had to deal with this. Well come on now, we cant just stay here in the middle of the store now can we?” Now perhaps at this point you would think that we would just abandon our carts, head to the car and head for home, but no, that’s not how Mom rolls. I was marched (can you even say that while pushing a heaping grocery cart?) over to the clothing department, soaking jeans chafing all the way, and forced to stand there, doing my best to look invisible while mom sorted through the bargain shelves to find the cheapest pair of sweat pants that she could. Just as swiftly as we had entered clothing, we left with a new pair of sweats and socks piled on the cart. Once again we were headed back to the grocery side, presumably to use the tills there as they were closest to our car, only for Mom to make a sharp turn into an aisle. Now for those of you familiar, this aisle has a very distinctive scent, lightly floral and fragrant scents that are impregnated into it s products. One could be blind and still know that they are in the baby aisle. For those not blessed (as I perhaps wished in the moment) with blindness, you are greeted with one side of the aisle full of jars of various types of mush that is deemed nutritionally sufficient for infants, pacifiers, bibs, bottles and all of the accessories needed for infant care. The other, of course, is lined with diapers, bags and bags of diapers. No less than 5 brands of diapers, Huggies, Pampers, Luvs, store brand and eco friendly. A short distance down the aisle you will find the Pull Ups, or the “training underwear” for big kids if you will. And at the end of the aisle, you find the bed wetting pants, the nighttime underwear, whatever words you want to convince a kid over the age of 6 that they are not wearing a diaper. Goodnites and Ninjamas (terrible product for the record, first and only bag got tossed) and department store rip off brands. Needless to say, this was an aisle I had been down many times in my adolescence and one that I had no desire to ever re-enter. If you haven't ever had the displeasure of the experience, let me tell you that there is nothing quite like being the adolescent pushing the cart with the box with a smiling young adult on one side and the picture of the diaper on the other side sitting glaringly on top of your cart. The adults all smile, eyes perhaps glancing to the size indicated on the box, but they already know that they are for you. Needless to say, my protests were vociferous and immediate as we turned into the ailse. “Mom! Please! I don’t need Pull Ups anymore! It was just an accident, I already had to go and then the cart hit me hard. It won’t happen again, I swear!” “Relax honey, I know it was an accident and I promise it won’t happen again. And I know you don’t need Pull Ups any more, we are just here to get you some supplies to help me clean you up. I know you are upset, just take some deep breaths and we be done here, only one more stop and we can get you out of those icky jeans.” Looking back, I have to reflect and realize that my emotional distress in the moment most likely made me mentally numb or else I might have noticed that in addition to a mega sized pack of wipes that Mom had also grabbed a bottle of baby powder and a tub of diaper rash cream, but I think that in the moment, I was likely trying to keep my mental blinders on as we made out way down the aisle. I was so happy to be leaving the diaper aisle that I quite blindly followed Mom as we left the grocery department and wandered into the pharmacy. It took me a few seconds before I looked up and saw the sign labelled Incontinence above the aisle we were entering. Now maybe, perhaps the word wasn’t one in my vocabulary, but a glance at the shelves left nothing to the imagination. Now let me tell you, packages of baby diapers are meant to be cute, the Pull Ups have a 3 or 4 year old proudly displaying their “underwear”, and even the bed wetting products have a smiling pre-teen on the front, albeit no distinguishable bulge under their pyjamas or elasticized waistband peeking out over the top, much unlike real life. Now adult diapers, that is a different story, every package has a bold picture of whatever product it contains, right on the front. The colours are designed to appease the eye while flaunting the product. They have all sorts of fancy words to describe them, briefs, fitted protection, absorbent underwear, the list goes on, and not a one of which does a thing tom hide the fact that they are a diaper. The packages are large, bulky and indiscreet to say the least. “But Mom, you said that we weren’t getting Pull Ups and i didn’t need them.” “That’s right honey, i did say we didn’t need your bed wetting Pull Ups. Clearly those would never have held an accident like this.” “But it was just an accident, you said it yourself, it was one time, I don’t need Pull Ups.” “You are right, accident, and if it was just one it won’t happen again. But until we know that, we need to be safe, and you are right, you don’t need Pull Ups. Based on how big of a puddle you left on the floor we are going to need to switch you to some proper diapers until we know for sure. Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to have to ask the staff to go and clean up the accident that my nearly 16 year old son had on the floor?” “But mom, I don’t..” “Excuse me” I was cut short by a woman’s voice cutting into our conversation. “Do you two need some help?” I turned to see an extremely pretty woman, perhaps in her early twenties, standing just beyond Mom. “Well yes, i think we might, you see my son, well he seems to have had a bit of a relapse.” Her sideways glance down towards my crotch made the issue blatantly clear. “I think we need to look at putting him back into diapers until we can be sure this issue has cleared up.” “I see ma'am, clearly you don’t want any relapses or to have him running through stores in wet pants again. Now we have plenty of options that are just like underwear, he will be able to pull them on and off by himself, you won’t need to help him.” “No, I’m sorry, his Goodnites were barely keeping up with his bed wetting when he stopped last year, we had a few side leaks, i think for now I would prefer to have him in proper diapers, preferably plastic backed. If you had seen the size of the puddle that accompanied this pair of pants I am sure that you would understand.” “Absolutely ma’am, that isn’t a problem at all. With that being said, our diaper style products tend to have more selective sizing in comparison to the pull up products and i would highly recommend that we get some measurements to get the best fit, we wouldn’t ant any leaks after all.” “Oh absolutely, do you have a cloth tape to measure.” “Yes, indeed, but I’m afraid we need measurements without his jeans to be accurate, and I would assume his undergarments are equally as soaked as his pants. Would it be alright if we had him change into something dry before we take measurements?” “Oh absolutely, do you have a space we can use?” “Yes indeed, please follow me to the back.” With that, we were ushered through a door and into a side room for consultations that was set up similar to a doctor’s office including an examination table. Shelly, the pharmacy employee handed something to Mom and told her to just stick her head out the door when we were ready. I immediately started to stammer out some words but Mom cut me off before I could even start a true sentence. “Dylan, I don’t want to hear it. You have embarrassed me beyond belief today. No mother should have to stand in a phramacy with her nearly 16 year old son and ask for help picking out diapers for him. I know this is not what you want, but I am not the one who wet their pants in the middle of the store. We will be leaving here today with diapers for you, and if you can prove that you do not need them then we can discuss what your return to regular underwear will eventually look like, now strip! I wasn’t left with much choice, or any option for privacy for that matter so i quickly removed my sodden jeans and underwear before Mom could choose to take on the task for herself. That of course did not stop her from grabbing wipes from the pack she had somehow brought into the room with her, and vigorously wiping my thighs and crotch. She then grabbed a handful of paper towels from the dispenser on the wall before grabbing my sodden clothes and dumping them into the garbage. “Mom, those were my good jeans!” “Were, until you pissed them, i am not washing that filth!” What came next was perhaps the biggest surprise, Mom turned around and grabbed something off of the counter and when she turned back she had a Pull Up stretched out in her hands, ready for me to step into. Except it was nothing like the Goodnites I had worn in somewhat recent history. Instead of a mundane pattern with a print designed to look like the seam on a pair of underwear, this had stars and race cars emblazoned across a white background. The shock of not being offered boxers or briefs aside, the garish design of the Pull Up was just too much. “Mom, there is no way, that looks like it is for a baby!” “Dylan, I don’t want to hear it, Sherry was nice enough to give this to us, I don’t think you suppose that they just keep spare underwear around for 15 year olds who have accidents now do you? I know your bed wetter diapers looked different, but this will have to do for now. Once Sherry helps get you measured for your diapers you can get dressed with the new sweats that I bought you.” Leaving no further room for discussion, Mom once again held out the Pull Up as i was forced to step into it and allow her to pull it up my legs, followed by a quick finger around the seams to make sure everything was seated right. She then called Sherry back in, who proceeded to take measurements of my waist, hips, and even around my legs, all the while making notes as i stood there clad in nothing but a childish Pull Up and tee shirt. After a few minutes she sat down at a computer and began entering information and reviewing what came up before she spoke. “Well ma’am, I can tell you that I am certainly glad we took the time to get measurements from your son today. Now unfortunately, Based in his measurements, the only products he would fit are the specialty youth sized versions from a couple of our brands of adult diapers, but we d not stock them, and the lead time on orders can be up to 6 weeks and availability of supply can be intermittent. With that being said, i never like to bring a problem without having a solution to offer as well. We do have an adolescent brand of products that is geared towards the special needs market. The sizing would fit your son exceptionally well, imagine if you will if the traditional brands of diapers went up to a size 10 or 11, in this case what you would consider the youth size 16 clothing. Now the only caveat here, is that with their design being towards the special needs market, these diapers do come with designs on the shells as opposed to the traditional white diaper with a wetness indicator strip that you would find on the adult market.” “That won’t be a problem at all, I don’t imagine that Dylan is going to be running around showing off his diapers to his friends any time soon, although I suppose if we can’t get past this issue that he might normalize them and try to flaunt like a pair of boxers, but I truly do hope that we son’t get to that point and this blows by in a month or two.” “Alright then, well if you can give me a minute or two, I will run to the back and grab you a bag and then you can feel free to give them a try on our champ here.” What ensued was 2 or maybe 5 minutes of me glaring at mom, sitting on a chair in my Pull Up clad bottom with my arms folded in rage. She chose not to engage me with any words, leaving me to stew in my own misery. The silence was broken by a quick knock and Sherry making her way back into the room with a large bag in her hands. Now remember how i said that baby diaper packages were cute and adult diapers were garish? Well let me tell you, they sure split the field right down the middle on this one. The bag had bright colours an a picture of a child clearly into their early teens smiling and sporting one of the diapers on the front. There was no mistaking what they were wearing, definitely not a pull up, a glistening plastic zone for the four tapes to land and cartoonish zoo animals all over the shell of the diaper. The back of the package was a giant image of one of the diapers with blobs of text with attached lines pointing out the various benefits of the diaper to the caregiver. I couldn’t believe what I was staring at, clearly I had died and gone to some version of hell. Now Sherry, she was as upbeat as could be and could barely contain herself as she opened the package and pulled out one of the diapers to give us the full product demonstration. “So as you can see, this diaper has a full plastic shell to prevent any leaks, it is a little noisier than cloth backed options, but this is top of the line. The front panel has an extra reinforced plastic landing zone for the tapes which helps to ensure that they stick extra good and wont rip with movement.” She then flipped the now unfolded diaper, which now seemed absolutely massive, around. “As you can see, we have the blue core zone here which is designed with ultra absorbency for where leaks happen the most and we have extra tall leak guards on the sides to make sure nothing escapes. Now I’m sure it will not be needed, but these also have an extra blow out guard along the top at the back here in case the unthinkable ever happens.” Flipping the diaper back around she continued on. “Now back to our tape landing zone here, you can see how there is a pattern with the monkey arms, that is so that you know where to stick the tapes every time. Maybe after enough practice our little star here will be able to learn how to change his own diapers and save mom some work.” Change my own diapers? Seriously, how deluded was this lady, i was sure Mom would make me wear them for a day, prove her “lesson” and i would be back to my regular life after keeping my pants (diaper) dry. “Now one more benefit of these diapers, is that similar tom our adult products, they do feature a wetness indicator so that you can tell when they need changed, but instead of a boring stripe, they have these absolutely cute little paw prints running down the middle. They are very similar to the stars on the pull up I gave you for the fitting they will fade away if Dylan here is wet and tell you how used his diaper really is making sure he is comfortable without you needing to waste diapers.” It was at that point that three sets of eyes, mine included, drifted down to the pull up i was currently wearing to look at the star wetness indicators, something I had not realized were present and that no other product i had worn before had featured. Except there was something wrong, there were two stars below the waistband, then what looked like a blurred half of a star and then a very distinct gap. I practically had to crane my neck to see where the next faded star started. I hadn’t felt anything, i mean sure I was zoning out at times and it had been well over an hour since my accident, but there was no way that I had wet myself without knowing was there? “So as you can see by the missing stars, when they fade away, the diaper has been used, just like the paw prints here. Now I was going to recommend that you try a diaper on Dylan to make sure it fit before you left anyways and now it seems obvious that a change is in order, so why don’t I step out and let you get him sorted. Just give me a holler when he is changed and I will come back and help you check the fit. If you could please toss his used diaper in this bin here it will help keep the smell down.” With that, she exited the room, leaving Mom with a huge diaper in her hand and me standing in an obviously used Pull Up. “Well, up onto the table with you, you can’t sit around in that wet thing all day. Clearly we need to make sure your new diapers will fit you.” “Ok Mom, I’m sorry, you win. I’ve learned my lesson, the joke is over, can I please have my boxers and pants now?” “Boxers, i didn’t buy any boxers, i didn’t see a point in buying anything to put over your diaper. Based on the fact that you couldn’t even keep that Pull Up dry for an hour or even be bothered to let me know that you needed the bathroom, my judgment was clearly not in error. Now get up on that table now before i make your butt so sore that you will be begging me for a diaper to sit on. Clearly I was out of choices, fearing any further repercussions, I scurried my scantily clad but up onto the table and laid back tom face the inevitable. Without missing a beat, Mom’s hand swiftly and effortlessly ripped the sides of the pull up apart, before pulling the front down leaving me exposed. Wwipes were quickly produced and used to wipe me clean before a sharp slap to my butt cheek indicated the need to raise my legs from the table. The massive, crinkling diaper was placed underneath of me before i lowered myself down and was swiftly followed by a cloud of baby powder, mom having somehow procured a bottle. She then pulled the front of the diaper up and in short order there was the scritching sound as the four diaper tapes were opened one by one and sealed down onto the landing zone. Satisfied with her work, Mom called for Sherry to return to the room while I was still laying on the table. Well ma’am, this looks to be an excellent job of diapering.” Without pausing, Sherry’s fingers found their way to the leg bands of my diaper and began to check for snugness. With a quick tap to the side of my leg she declared “allright slugger, just stand up for me and we will check the fit and you and your mom can be on your way.” I sat up slowly, and stood, amidst a cacophony of crinkling, forced to stare at myself in the mirror on the wall as I stood somewhat bowlegged from the bulk of the diaper. “Now this won’t do, do you see how much gap there is here at the waist? When he wets at night this will leak for sure, let me show you how to fix this.” Sherry the proceeded to undo the upper tapes on my diaper one at a time showing Mom how to angle them downwards and pull them tighter. When she was done she put her fingers inside the waistband and I could definitely tell that it was significantly tighter. “Allright now, if you two want to gather up your things, i can meet you out front and you can be on with your day.” With that she left the room, leaving us to ourselves. Mom handed the pair of sweatpants to me, which I pulled up only to realize that they stood no chance of coming up over the waist of my diaper and that my shirt barely reached down to their waistband while standing still. “Mom, I can’t leave like this!” “Well you can’t stay in here for ever, and you certainly can’t un-wet your pants, or the pull up you soaked for that matter, and we definitely need to leave today, so I suggest you get moving. You can take your bag of diapers with you too.” With no choice left, i walked out of the door, back into the main part of the pharmacy, carrying the massive bag and it’s 29 remaining diapers at my side, trying to hide it to no avail. Sherry, ever smiling was at the counter. “I can ring those up for you here if you would like.” “No thank you, we have two carts full to purchase, i am sure they can sell us Dylan’s diapers at the front till just as well as you can here. If you could though, would you grab me one more bag? I am not sure how many he might need in a day or how long this will last but I want to be sure before we try pull ups again. I think if he can make it through a whole bag staying dry, then he will be ready again.” “Surely, no problem, as good as these diapers are, i think you will find that he will use 4 or 5 per day if he is actively wetting. We can always sell by the case or arrange delivery if needed as well. We also have a night time absorbency if needed, they are significantly thicker though” “No, i think by the bag will suffice for now, maybe going up to the till with his diapers will help discourage this behaviour. I will keep the night time absorbency in mind though, he always was a heavy wetter.” With that Shelly disappeared into the back, leaving me anxiously holding the bag of diapers. It was all I could do but to stew in my own head while Mom occupied herself on her phone as customers walked by, giving me seemingly knowing sideways glances. Two bags of 30 diapers, well one with 29 given the one that I was wearing, how long did Mom intend to make me wear these? Clearly this was more than just an attempt at intimidation if she was spending that much, she was never one to waste money like that. Shelly had said 5 per day, I mean clearly I had no intent to use even one per day, but if Mom was going to force me then I would need to use them at some point. So if I were to get by with two per day that would mean I would be spending a whole month in diapers! Clearly this wasn't going to be ok, i needed to figure out a plan, one that would make Mom not want to keep me in diapers, but what? After an eternity, Shelly returned, another giant bag of diapers in hand as well two loose diapers which she promised Mom were free samples of the night time version just in case and we went on our way. With that the second bag was placed on top of my cart, with no room left, I was forced to carry the open bag of diapers in my hand while pushing the cart. The lineup took an eternity and the last items to go through were my diapers, the opened bag being quite obvious along with the wipes, powder and tag for my sweatpants. Mom simply looked from the cashier to me and declared that “we needed to deal with an accident”. I flushed beet red with embarrassment and did my best to hide my face in my shirt in shame. We made the trek out to the car, where I was forced to help load the groceries, knowing for certain that with every bend and movement that I was undoubtedly exposing my diaper to the world. It was somewhere during this last indignity that my lizard brain decided on how I could make Mom not want to keep me in diapers, the answer was quite beautifully simple. All I had to do was make her sick of me being in diapers, to not want to have to touch a diaper of mine again. So what did I do? As soon as she turned her back I dropped into a squat, squeezed with all of my might, and with all of the determination of a stubborn teen intent on winning a fight with a parent, i pushed all that was inside of me out into the seat of my diaper.

Outline – Chapters 1 – 76 This is the outline, providing important information as it appears in the story. If you are too lazy to read and suffer through my first attempts at writing, feel free to skip to the later chapters. I will be posting the full story in the following posts, and continuing. Some characters have short appearances, as they don’t seem to really fit into the narrative. I have tried not to rely on them. As the story has matured, so have the characters, I hope. And the story line. You will see I focus a lot on conversations, I confess I am influenced by "Gilmore Girls" and other movies where conversational dialogue is emphasized. If you have read the complete story, let me know if I missed something crucial in Sally’s story. Sally’s Growth The story begins on a freezing day when Sally and her mother, Bridget, are involved in a car crash. As they change lanes on the freeway, they unknowingly merge into the same lane as an 18-wheeler, both caught in each other’s blind spots. A light impact causes Bridget to swerve, but she overcompensates, sending them crashing into a barrier. Although the car is totaled, neither sustains serious injuries beyond some seatbelt bruising. However, Bridget is overwhelmed with worry for Sally, who, despite being fine, is strapped onto a body board, secured with a neck collar, placed on an ambulance gurney, and rushed to the hospital. Sally, however, has a different concern. She urgently needs to use the bathroom and dreads the idea of being offered a bedpan, fearing a humiliating situation in the hospital. After an evaluation, she is given a clean bill of health and sent home with her mother. Bridget, still anxious, watches her closely for signs of trauma or PTSD, but Sally appears unaffected. She does, however, begin to act more clingy than usual, becoming more affectionate and dependent on her mother. Though she doesn’t fully recognize it yet, something inside her shifts. She finds herself feeling a newfound joy for life, but also an increased desire for comfort and security. Bridget, happy to provide this for her daughter, welcomes the closeness. Sally goes through a phase of slight regression, showing a preference for footed pajamas. Bridget, enjoying the return of the bond she had started to lose with her growing daughter, encourages this phase and gently nudges Sally toward things that bring her comfort. Sally soon discovers a drawback—footed pajamas make going to the bathroom an ordeal, as they must be completely removed, exposing her to the cold. Bridget jokingly suggests that pull-ups would be a practical solution, not only for their convenience but because they would match her pajamas. And she would look cute. Initially dismissing the idea as ridiculous, Sally finds herself strangely intrigued by it. Through her mother’s perspective, she begins to consider the idea more seriously. Bridget, sensing her daughter’s curiosity, buys her a package of Goodnites so she can try them if she wants to. Sally, though hesitant at first, is secretly drawn to the thought. She has fond memories of wearing pull-ups and footed pajamas as a child. Eventually, she gives in to curiosity, tries them on, and to her surprise, she likes them. She even tests them by wetting one, enjoying the sense of warmth, security, and comfort they provide. They soon become a nightly routine, allowing her to sleep undisturbed without the discomfort of waking up in the cold for a bathroom trip. Following a visit to a therapist, Sally realizes that while she does not have a physical need for them, she may have an emotional one. She follows the therapist’s recommendation to wear actual diapers to bed as a way to fully experience the comfort and security they provide. Beyond this, she also flourishes in her passion for art. Bridget supports her by setting up an art studio at home where Sally can experiment with painting. She finds peace in creating art while wearing her diapers, embracing the complete sense of comfort and security they bring. Sally lives in Hartford, Connecticut, and attends a private school similar to the one portrayed in Gilmore Girls. Though she comes from an affluent background, she modestly refers to her classmates as the “rich girls,” unaware that she herself is among them. Her best friends, Katrina and Clara, have been by her side since kindergarten. Katrina, an extroverted and lively Colombian girl with wild dark curls, contrasts with Clara, who is quiet, introverted, intelligent, and a bit of a geek. Over time, Katrina and Clara develop a romantic relationship. As Sally processes her therapy and her feelings toward diapers, she begins to withdraw from her friends. This creates tension between them, leading to an emotional confrontation. When she finally opens up to them about her therapy, her art, and her choice to wear diapers, they embrace her without judgment. Katrina, with her extroverted personality, teases Sally in a playful, affectionate way, while Clara is more nurturing and understanding. Their unconditional support reassures Sally, and she becomes so comfortable around them that she has no problem wearing diapers in their presence. Meanwhile, Bridget navigates life as a single mother while supporting Sally through her journey. Sally’s father, Adrian Weiss, has always been a distant figure in her life. Living in Switzerland, he visits only a few times a year. After an intense economics lesson at school, where salaries and income are discussed, Sally comes home with questions about her own family’s financial situation. During the conversation, she casually mentions her father and wonders why he doesn’t visit more often. This prompts Bridget to reveal a startling truth—Adrian is the one financing their entire lifestyle, covering everything from their home to Sally’s school tuition. Bridget herself works as a charity manager, a job she is passionate about but that does not provide a salary. Sally is surprised to learn that she comes from significant wealth. Wanting her daughter to have a better understanding of her father, Bridget reaches out to Adrian and arranges a meeting. When Sally meets Adrian again, she sees him in a different light. Now almost fifteen, she is mature enough to get to know him on a deeper level. Adrian explains his recent absence, revealing that his father has passed away and that he had been managing estate matters. The most shocking revelation comes when Adrian tells Sally that his late father, who had previously shown no interest in his “illegitimate granddaughter,” surprisingly left her a massive trust fund. Overnight, Sally goes from seeing herself as a normal girl to realizing she is one of the wealthiest teenagers in America. With this newfound status, Sally’s life changes in profound ways. Adrian, a billionaire who travels in his private Gulfstream G700 jet, takes her under his wing, guiding her into the world of wealth, privilege, and responsibility. He introduces her to the family’s finance empire and begins mentoring her on how to manage her new role as an heiress. Throughout this, Bridget and Adrian maintain a warm and friendly relationship. Sally’s existence was the result of a romantic holiday in Switzerland years ago. Though Adrian always supported Bridget and their daughter, marriage was never an option due to his father’s disapproval. With the patriarch gone, their relationship now has the opportunity to evolve in ways they never expected. Despite her changing circumstances, Sally remains emotionally grounded. Her mother, her close friends, her volleyball team, and her nightly therapy rituals all keep her anchored. To the outside world, she explains her diaper use as nocturnal enuresis, an easy explanation for those who might question it. Unaware of Sally’s therapy, Adrian appoints Theresa as the family assistant. While officially taking on the roles of chauffeur and personal aide, Theresa also serves as a discreet bodyguard. Additionally, Olivia, Sally’s trust fund manager, becomes a trusted friend and advisor. Sally’s introduction to the extravagant side of her new life begins when she takes her first trip to Zurich aboard her father’s jet. Adrian dedicates an entire penthouse apartment in his home for her use. During the trip, one of Sally’s friends’ brothers, Charlie, takes a picture of her boarding the private jet and shares it on social media. The photo goes viral within their social circles, earning Sally the nickname “Gulfstream Sally.” She must now adjust to a new level of visibility and the attention that comes with it. Before returning to Zurich for a second visit, Sally is introduced to one of her trust fund’s many assets—an apartment in Soho, New York City. In reality, the trust owns the entire building, but the penthouse floor, complete with a rooftop terrace, is reserved for her whenever she visits the city. On her second trip to Zurich, her father receives an invitation to join friends on a luxury yacht cruise. The group has rented a mega yacht for a few days, offering Sally another glimpse into the lifestyle that now awaits her. The story continues as she navigates her transformation from an ordinary private schoolgirl to a wealthy heiress, finding a balance between privilege, responsibility, and the things that truly bring her happiness.

Hi everyone. This is my first story so please be kind in the comments Please note – this is a story of fiction and fantasy. The characters and plot are not related to any real-life events. Introduction Hi I’m Ryan and I’ve been curious about nappies for as long as I can remember. Every now and then I fantasise about wearing one. When my sister Alice was born, I would sneak into her nursery when it was empty and take out one of her nappies. I would stare at the cute teddy bear pictures and feel the soft padding on the inside but never dared try one on. As time went on, we both grew up and the baby stuff disappeared along with the nappies. I thought I would grow out of my obsession but little did I know, I was about to have a summer I would never forget. Chapter 1 – Old Memories It was the beginning of the summer holidays and at 14 years old, I was enjoying life with my Mum and 10-year-old sister Alice. My Dad was working away on business for the summer leaving me as the man of the house. Even though school had finished there was still work to do. My Mum had decided that since we were off school, it was time to empty out the attic and sell on any unwanted items. So together the three of us brought out every box we could carry into the living room. It was kind of exciting to see what was inside each box. Some had old games in them and others had pieces of antique jewellery. Then the next box was opened revealing old baby clothes and toys. ‘Aw I remember how cute you both looked in these’, said Mum holding up a little t-shirt with pictures of ducks on it. My sister rolled her eyes. ‘Awesome’, she replied sarcastically, ‘can we open another box yet?’ ‘You can open that one over there’, said Mum. She then pushed the baby box in my direction, ‘Ryan would you mind seeing what else is in there?’ I began to rummage through the box. My Mum had really held onto everything. More baby clothes, bottles and bibs, even some of our old dummies. But then my heart skipped a beat. Down at the bottom of the box was a stack of nappies. All of a sudden, my palms began to get sweaty and I felt my heart racing as I remembered studying these nappies every night in the nursery. ‘Everything ok Ryan?’, my Mum joked, ‘you looked like you’ve seen a ghost’. ‘Um yeah I’m fine I um just found um these old um’, I could barely get my words out. My Mum came over to have a look and smiled. ‘Oh look it’s your old nappies’, she exclaimed pulling one out of the box, ‘these used to be yours’, she said looking at my sister. My sister looked less than impressed, ‘why have you still got those?’ My Mum sighed, ‘you guys were just growing up so fast and I didn’t want to get rid of them. I even bought the biggest size they had as I’d hoped you’d be toilet training for a bit longer but you guys both proved me wrong’. ‘Well, you can get rid now’, replied my sister showing zero empathy. ‘I guess you’re right’, said Mum, ‘Ryan could you take this box upstairs to the spare room please?’ ‘Sure Mum’, I replied Now if my Mum had of asked my sister to take that box then things could have turned out very differently. As it turned out, I was about to seal my fate for the summer. Chapter 2 – Caught! I took the box of baby items upstairs and put them down in the spare bedroom. I turned away to head back downstairs when all of sudden my heart began racing again. I looked back at the box. I had a million thoughts going through my mind. Maybe I could just have one last look at the nappies, for old times’ sake. I walked back over to the box and rummaged back down to the bottom again pulling out one of the nappies. I examined the front and back of it. ‘Mum was right’, I thought, ‘they are pretty big…big enough to fit me?’ ‘No don’t be silly’, I instantly said to myself, ‘I can’t wear a nappy’. I continued staring at it. ‘But I guess no one would know’, I thought. My mind was racing faster than it had ever done before. Before I could talk myself out of it again, I immediately closed the door. Without skipping a beat, I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and opened up the nappy. Nervously I wrapped it around myself. It felt so soft and welcoming. I began taping it up. Granted it wasn’t the most secure thing in the world but it wasn’t as if I was an expert. Before I could enjoy the moment any longer, I heard my Mum. ‘Ryan are you ok honey? What’s taking so long?’ I panicked and quickly pulled my shorts back up and tucked my shirt in. I ran to the top of the stairs. ‘Sorry Mum I er just spilled a few things so I was just tidying up’, I replied trying to control my trembling voice. As I walked down the stairs, I could feel the nappy pressed tightly against my skin. It felt incredible as if I had achieved a lifelong dream. I strolled happily back into the living room. ‘Ah there you are Ryan’, said Mum, ‘could you have a look in that box please?’ ‘Sure thing Mum’, I happily replied. I sat there sifting through the box. It was some of my old school pictures from years ago. I smiled as I went through the pictures and began reliving some great memories. ‘This box is good to go Mum’, I smiled. ‘Ok honey can you take it upstairs please?’ replied Mum I stood up and bent over to pick up the box when all of a sudden, I heard sniggering. I turned around to see my sister giggling to herself. ‘What’s so funny?’, I asked confused. I looked at my Mum who looked even more confused. ‘Um…Ryan? Could you turn back around?’ she asked. I was puzzled, ‘er ok’. I turned around and my sisters giggling began getting louder. ‘What is so funny?’, I demanded. ‘Ryan?’, asked my Mum, ‘are you..um..wearing a nappy?’ My eyes opened wide in disbelief. How could they possibly know? ‘What do you mean?’, I asked back trying to sound as if I didn’t know what they were talking about. My Mum pointed to my bottom. As I turned my head around and looked down, I instantly saw what she meant. I had been in such a rush to pull my shorts up that I had accidentally tucked my t-shirt into the nappy leaving the top of it fully exposed. My sister couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into a fit of laughter. All I could do was stand there blushing. ‘Mum I can explain’, I desperately cried. My Mums face had gone from confusion to anger. ‘Upstairs right now young man’, she said in a stern voice. I reluctantly went back upstairs leaving the top of the nappy in full view of my Mum and sister. At this point I figured I was just going to get told off and that would be the end of it. Little did I know that my Mum had something much more extreme in mind. Chapter 3 – The Punishment I was led into the spare room and Mum closed the door behind me. I was beyond embarrassed and could hardly look her in the face. ‘What on earth are you doing Ryan?’, she asked furiously, ‘why are you wearing a nappy?’ I could barely get my words out as my eyes filled with tears. ‘I…I..I just wanted to know what they felt like’, I stammered. My Mum shook her head in disbelief. ‘Maybe I was wrong’, she replied, ‘maybe you haven’t grown up as fast as I thought you had’. ‘I’m really sorry’, I cried with tears now streaming down my face. ‘Lie down on the bed’, my Mum instructed. I did as I was told. She removed my shorts and underwear leaving my nappy fully exposed. All of a sudden, she began undoing the tapes of the nappy and pulled it away from me. It had been a while since my Mum had seen me naked down below and I suddenly felt very vulnerable. Then I noticed her getting another nappy out of the box that sat beside me. I was puzzled. ‘What are you doing?’, I asked. ‘Well’, replied my Mum, ‘if you really want to know what they feel like then I should put it on you properly’. With that my Mum slid a new nappy underneath me and then began rummaging through the box. The tears continued to pour down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably when suddenly I felt something go into my mouth. I couldn’t tell what it was but I immediately began to suck on it. ‘There that should keep baby quiet’, smiled Mum, ‘you always did enjoy sucking on your dummy’. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe that I was now lying down, sucking on a dummy and waiting for my Mum to put a nappy on me. This was everything I’d dreamed of, but now that it was actually happening, all I could feel was embarrassment and shame. Before I could think too hard about the dummy, my Mum pulled out a bottle of baby powder from the box. ‘Now then let’s see if there’s anything left in here, shall we?’, said Mum as she opened up the baby powder and began pouring it onto my private parts. The smell of baby powder filled the air and it took me right back to being in my sister’s nursery all those years ago. My Mum then grabbed my ankles and lifted up my legs. ‘We mustn’t forget to sprinkle some powder on baby’s bottom’, she giggled, ‘we wouldn’t want you getting a rash now, would we?’ I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to answer her. Not that I could anyway as I continued sucking on the dummy. The nappy was then pulled up and fastened tightly. I had to admit that it felt a lot better this time around. My Mum had done a much better job compared to my amateurish attempt. ‘Right then Ry Ry’, said Mum. She hadn’t called me that in years. ‘Let’s head downstairs, shall we?’. I went to pick up my shorts but my hands were pushed away. ‘You can leave those there’, said Mum, ’I don’t think they would fit over that nappy anyway’. I went to take the dummy out of my mouth to complain but once again my hands were pushed away. ‘That can stay where it is’, smiled Mum, ‘it’ll help you calm down a little bit’. With that, she opened the door, grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. Due to the bulky nappy, I could feel myself waddling like a toddler as I walked. We began walking down the stairs and I suddenly saw my sister sat on the sofa. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as her brain attempted to figure out what she was looking at. I guess I couldn’t blame her. It’s not every day you see your fourteen-year-old brother holding his mummy’s hand, wearing a nappy and sucking on a dummy. It must have been quite a sight. Alice didn’t know whether to be shocked, disgusted or just burst into a fit of laughter. Mum finally broke the silence. ‘It’s ok Alice’, assured Mum, ‘your brother wanted to wear a nappy so I thought it would be nice to give him the full baby experience’. I was curious as to what that meant. Thankfully Alice did the talking for me. ‘What do you mean the full baby experience’, she asked. Mum smiled, ‘listen closely because we are going to have a few new rules around here’. Looking back, I should have figured out what my Mum meant by that but I could never have imagined what she had instore for me…

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

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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.

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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!