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  1. Author's Note: if you've been following some of my more recent works, this is gonna be a bit different. Less on the fetishy side and more of an… emotional conversation? I dunno what direction I'm gonna take it yet. Anyhoo, enjoy! ~~~~ God, what a hell of a day! I had to check my calendar to make sure it wasn't a Monday. Nope. Just a supposed-to-be-boring old Thursday. Are Thursdays the new Monday? Shit, who knows? I'm just glad to be home. I can't wait to take a hot shower, boot up the Xbox, and maybe even put on a- My thoughts were interrupted by my apartment door suddenly swinging open to reveal my girlfriend Grace standing in the doorway. She wore her usual casual clothes: sweat pants and a t-shirt commemorating some emo rock band from the early 2,000s–today it was Black Veil Brides. Her long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders, framing the most beautiful face I'd had the pleasure of seeing almost every day for… Huh. How long had it been? Four months? Six? Who knows, who cares. I barely remembered a life before her anyway, that's how happy she made me. “Hey Aaron.” She said, smiling up at me. “Uhhhhh, hi?” Hi? Is that all I could say? “I didn't expect to see you today. I didn't forget a date or something, did I?” Shit, had she made plans for us today and I forgot? I don't think I did, but if I did she was gonna be pissed… “Nope. Just thought I'd drop in and surprise you.” she stepped out of the doorway to let me in. “Well… Consider me surprised!” I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips to hers. Even if my original plans were out the window with her here, it was well-worth it to spend the evening with the love of my life. “Want some coffee?” She asked when her lips were finally free from mine. “Is that a question? Of course I want coffee!” She knew I had a routine of having a cup of coffee when I get home from work. If I was anything I was a creature of habit. She sauntered off to the kitchen to get me my drink. I was very particular about my coffee, but she had a knack for making it *just* the way I liked it. It was reason #217 why I loved her. I went about my arriving-home routine of hanging up my coat, putting my wallet and keys in their usual spots, kicking off my shoes, and changing out of my work shirt. I had just finished all that by the time Grace came to me with my favorite coffee mug–the one that said “I before E, except when your foreign neighbor Keith receives eight counterfeit beige sleighs from feisty caffeinated weightlifters.” I took a sip of my coffee and I'm sure the look on my face must've conveyed something akin to orgasmic bliss. “Mmmmm, perfect as always.” She gave me a satisfied grin and grabbed my free hand, leading me back out to the living room couch. I figured she either wanted to play games or watch some of our shows, and I was fine with either of those options. I sat down on the couch and was slightly taken aback when she opted to sit on the coffee table in front of me, instead of taking her seat beside me. “So.” This was a little game she played sometimes. “So.” I repeated, prompting her to continue. “You know how you helped me learn to communicate better and not overreact during conversations?” “I do seem to recall this, yes.” It was true. When we met, she wasn't all that great at dealing with conflict. Not that I blamed her. To say she had come from a broken home would be like calling the Hindenburg a little oopsy-daisy. “Well,” she continued “I may have done something that might require you to use those same skills…” I quirked an eyebrow at her. This was… Very unlike my Grace. She was normally outspoken and unapologetic when it came to the things she did. Now it seemed the cat had gotten her tongue pretty good. “Ummm, okay? Consider me braced for bad news. Hit me.” I was honestly perplexed as to what she could have done that she'd be afraid to tell me. Cheated on me? No, not a chance. She regularly told me that I was the best thing that had ever happened to her–a sentiment I reciprocated just as regularly. Stolen from me? No, not her style. “Well you see, the other day I was here and you were taking a shower and I was bored so I kinda just started… Going through your closet…” My face turned pale as a ghost. Fuck. I felt her hand on my knee “Just bare with me a minute, okay babe?” my whole body felt like it was on fire, but her smile definitely helped put me at ease. I let out the breath I didn't know had caught in my throat and nodded for her to continue. “I was obviously a bit confused, so I ummm… went through your phone. Found some things…” My eyes were glued to the floor. I had envisioned this scenario a thousand times, and it never turned out well. I had to stop my mind from jumping to the conclusions it was certain that this conversation was leading to. “You have a thing for diapers.”
  2. All Characters are over 18. ----- Alone Together Dani called it ‘Singles Awareness Day’, as if renaming Valentine's Day changed the fact they were both hopelessly single. To fix it, she came up with an idea, why not spend the evening alone together? "Isn't this a great idea, Paul?" Dani beamed as she looked up at him. He nodded. “Yeah, if you say-so.” Paul couldn’t get over how her backpack made her look shorter and smaller, like a pint-sized paratrooper. Dani was notoriously childish in their friend group, but it was endearing and cute in a way. Her skipping about the dorm’s tiny elevator was par for the course. He watched her black mop of short curly hair bounce with every hop. He had already acknowledged his crush on this bundle of energy — at least to himself. It wasn’t a lack of acknowledging his feelings that kept him at bay. He lacked courage like a cowardly lion, and getting it wouldn’t be as easy as following the yellow brick road. The problem was he didn’t know what to say. There were no right words that could come straight from his heart. If he said something wrong, he'd lose her. And he didn't want to lose Dani. He didn’t want to lose the way she could make them both laugh, or the way she made ordinary life more 'interesting'. Paul asked, “What are we planning on doing tonight?” “I was thinking a little bit of studying, we have that test coming up. Maybe we can do a movie. I don’t know, mostly. We can figure it out as we go. Does that make you nervous?” “No, I’m not nervous.” Paul was totally nervous. He was more of a meticulous planner type, while Dani was as spontaneous as a shaken soda, and twice as bubbly. Dani knew this. There was also a dangerous temptation to build up tonight into something bigger. He tried to squash it every time he thought about them ‘alone’ ‘together’. “Which one is yours?” Dani eyed the long line of doors in the hall. “The one on the right at the very end,” Paul answered as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket. This was the first time he’d brought a girl up to his dorm room, and he needed everything to be perfect. He spent way too much time cleaning his room, making sure everything was out of sight, and in the right place. It just had to be perfect. Unfortunately for Operation Perfection, his clumsiness had different plans. His keys caught the edge of his pocket, and he helplessly watched them fall in slow motion. There was nothing he could do as his keys clattered onto the yellowing tile floor. “Don’t worry, I got them.” Dani bent down to pick up the fallen keys. As she did, the neckline of black t-shirt dipped ever-so slightly, revealing ample cleavage and a well fitting pink bra. Dani was certainly stacked for a short girl, his guy friends made sure to mention that every time it was ‘just the boys’. She caught him gawking on her way up, as they locked eyes for the briefest moment. “Were you just staring at my boobs?” “No!” he choked. “I wasn’t staring at your… your… “ “Breasts?” “No.” “Ta-tas. Melons. Fun bags. Titties.” Paul snatched the keys from her hands. “You can stop now.” “Why? It’s making you squirm, and I just love watching you squirm. It’s cute.” Whatever. Red-faced Paul pressed himself against the door to his room, wrestling the uncooperative key inside the cantankerous lock. All he managed to do was rattle it around. His palms felt sweaty, but he didn’t dare wipe them on his jeans. “It helps if your hand doesn’t shake,” Dani taunted. “My hands aren’t shaking, you’re just being annoying.” Dani took his aggravation as an invitation to continue, prodding at his prudish nature with a wicked grin. “Puppies. Cupcakes. Twins. Jigglies. Honkers. Oh, hooters. That’s a good one.” Eventually, he managed to open the door. Much to Paul’s relief. He wasn’t aware of Dani’s depth of vocabulary, but she could probably have gone on all night, like a walking, talking thesaurus for naughty bits. Luckily, the room was just how he left it. Freshly made bed, no dirty clothes on the floor, he even dusted the corners of bookshelves and desk. Safely hidden away in the black trunk under his bed were things that Dani could not see. On pain of death. He flipped the light and threw his bag into its corner before plopping down in his computer chair. Dani just stood at the door with her hands on her hips. “What?” Paul asked. “So this is where the magic doesn’t happen.” Paul groaned. Why did he agree to have her over again? Also, why did his heart skip a beat and his mouth go dry every time he was around this annoying Hobbit-sized girl? Some questions didn’t have good answers. “I’m joking, Paul. It’s nice. It’s clean. Like you just killed somebody, and you hid all of the evidence.” “I like a well kept living space,” Paul said with a shrug. “That’s exactly what a killer would say.” Dani waltzed into the room, taking it all in like a tourist. She stopped at the edge of his bed. Paul held his breath. This was a bad idea. A lot of secrets hid under that bed, just a foot away from her feet. Secrets that would send her running away to the hills. Dani playfully wondered aloud, “If I was a dead body, where would I be.” Paul exclaimed, “Could you just be normal for one second?” “No, I can’t. Not even for one second.” Detective Dani peered around the room holding an invisible magnifying glass. This was a game for her now, and it was in his best interest to play along. He didn’t want to rouse her suspicions. His guest busied herself about the room, checking the top of his dresser, then the pillows on his made bed, evaluating his living space. There wasn’t much to evaluate, since he was a broke college student. His living conditions could be best described as spartan or austere. Spartan sounded cooler, like push-ups and swords and stuff. “Aha! I think I’ve figured it out," Dani announced. "You're totally hiding dead hookers in your closet." He answered, "You got me." There wasn't anything interesting in the closet. She could search in there all day with nothing to show for it except for collared shirts and hanging slacks. Dani wiggled her fingers as she went to pull open the closet door, awaiting an objection from Paul. There wasn't any. He slid his hands behind his head and reclined back in his desk chair; Dani would soon tire of this game, hopefully. Otherwise it’d be a long night. “OMG! That’s so cute!” What did she find? Paul shot up from the chair, trying to get an eye on Dani and find out what her prying uncovered. One second. Two seconds. A lifetime passed before Dani whipped around holding a giant teddy bear. His giant teddy bear. His visitor was grinning from ear to ear, a genuine smile. He knew her enough to recognize when she was being herself. Dani said, “This is adorable, what’s his name?” “Teddy.” Dani snuggled with the big bear. “Hi, Teddy.” “It’s just something I brought from home,” Paul explained while fighting a blush. “You know, kid stuff to remember being a kid.” “Do you still sleep with it? Like a baby?” He coughed. “No, it stays in the closet. Put it back.” “Jeez, no need to get all defensive of a stuffie-wuffie.” Her mocking pouty face actually looked kind of cute, but it also forced him to cross his legs to cover up his tightening jeans. His special reaction to her baby talk. Dani held the huge bear up with both hands before bringing it down to her chest for a quick nuzzling. Then she stopped and sniffed it. Paul immediately recognized the entirely dangerous inquisitive look coming about her face. She said, “This teddy smells like baby.” “What does that even mean?” Paul asked. He was worried, he knew exactly what it meant. “He smells like a daycare, you know, like baby stuff. I worked at one last summer break. It isn’t a bad smell, it’s just strange that it doesn’t smell like a stinky college boy.” Paul needed to put this thing to bed before it got even more awkward. “Well, I did have it as a kid… And maybe you’re just smelling something you want to smell.” “Why would I want to smell diapers?” Dani rebutted with a squenched nose. “I’ve smelled enough stinky diapers to last a lifetime. Trust me.” She tossed the large teddy onto the waiting bed, it flopped unceremoniously against the pillows. Its tired stitching and faded fabric could tell plenty of embarrassing stories — If it could talk, but it’s lips were stitched shut. Teddy was a close partner when Paul was in that space, a keeper of hidden skeletons like the black trunk beneath the bed. The stuffy stared back at him, almost apologizing with both black beady eyes. Like it let him down, revealing his big secret. But it looked like his secret was safe. For now, at least. ———— “Who knew biology could be so boring?” Dani groaned as she floundered around on his bed. Somehow they’d been able to keep focused for almost half an hour. A new world record. Dani had her notes out and everything. Now it looked like all of it was crumbling to pieces. Paul knew he was on borrowed time anywise; at least he could pretend that they had been productive. “When do we get to the sex stuff?” “Come on, Dani. Is that all that you think about?” “Yes. It’s biology. Hormones, Pheromones, porno moans.” “Dani.” He let his disapproval known. “You need to loosen up, Paul. We were supposed to have fun tonight.” “You mean to say that studying isn’t fun?” Paul joked, he stood up from his desk to head over to his tv. “Let’s watch a movie, then. I’m down for anything as long as it’s not romance.” Dani rose up her knees on the bed. This had finally caught her attention. “Netflix and chill? Paul you are a wiley one. I didn’t realize you were that kind of boy. The real question is, am I that kind of girl?” Once again, he chose to ignore her, which hadn't worked to quiet her all night. Paul had the remote in his hands, trying to get to a movie so Dani would stop embarrassing him. It said it was a smart tv on the box, but Paul begged to differ. The responsiveness left a lot to be desired, he quickly got frustrated and tossed the remote to Dani. Then he checked his phone. “I can’t believe the pizza isn’t here yet.” “Yeah, we ordered it ages ago. Maybe some alien ate it.” “What?” Paul looked up from his phone. Dani shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t think through all the things I say sometimes.” “Just stay quiet then, like everyone else when they can’t think of something… to say.” Paul faded away as his eyes locked onto the tv screen. He couldn't move, only watch as the dread creeped up back into his neck. “Why is this in the Kids section?” Dani asked, but she didn’t switch away. She saw the same thing he did. All eyes were on the line of shows making up the row of 'keep watching'. The baby shows, all mid-episode, there was no way out of this one. What would he say to her? What 'could' he say to her? Paul quickly came up with a lie. "I share my account with my family, I guess someone was babysitting or something." "Uh-huh." Dani went about looking through the hours of toddler content, the perplexed, inquisitive gleam in her eye not fading a bit. Paul started, "I don't think-" Dani pressed play. The way she settled into his bed just begged for another pathetic explanation from him. Paul failed to give her any explanation, just staring at the screen mouth open, as the babies danced around in their oversized colorful diapers to classical music. The works of Mozart were supposed to make babies smarter or something. It was an easy sale to nervous parents concerned about development. He didn't know if it was true, or cared to find out. Right now, he had to get that remote out of Dani's hands. He couldn't exactly tackle her and rip it away. Even if that's what he really wanted to do. Paul had to play this cool, walk it away slowly. She was already suspecting ‘something’, between the baby-smelling oversized teddy and the toddler entertainment suite. Paul asked, "Why are you watching this?" "Why were ‘you’ watching this?" If conversations could be compared to fencing, Dani was a master at swordplay. She had a sharp wit and a swift delivery. Most of the time, she pretended to be silly, but that was just act like a drunken master from old Kung Fu movies. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she had a rapier pressed to his chest. He tried to explain a second time. "I wasn't watching this.. " "It's actually kind of cute," Dani interrupted him, taking ownership of the remote and the flow of conversation. "We used to have shows like this for the kids at the daycare. We couldn't watch too many of them, there were a lot of state laws and such about screen time." Paul complained, "Come on, let's watch a movie." Dani replied, "I want to watch this." "Why? What's so good about this baby show?" "It's making you squirm, and I love it." Paul collapsed back into his computer chair, fainting like a distressed damsel onto a waiting divan. Next would come the incessant fanning. Which he needed, he was breaking a sweat, hopefully Dani didn't notice. He'd have to sit through whatever Dani was planning, if she even had a plan. Dani wasn't the planning type— but he was. However, there was nothing in his blueprint for this moment, so he froze in his chair, hoping for it all to end. This moment, or the world, whichever came first. The babies on the screen rolled, waddled and crawled around to some Beethoven. "Whoa! Check out the size of that diaper," Dani broke the silence. "Reminds me of the toddler class, how'd they'd just poop themselves and go about their business. As if no one noticed that a tail grew inside their diaper, right?" Paul echoed, "Right.. " Dani sat up on the bed. "We'd have to constantly check them, like they were all smuggling poop in their diapers. Which they didn't like the checking either. And if you found out, you had to chase them down to get them to the changing room." Paul laughed. He was supposed to laugh, it didn't feel natural. "Paul, why don't you come here?" What was she hinting at? At first, Paul pretended his butt was glued to the seat, or that he was brain dead, or that the floor was lava; because he was going nowhere near Dani when she wore that Cheshire grin on her face. Then she did it, Dani curled her finger and beckoned him from her spot on the bed. He found himself on his feet, taking slow steps towards her. He was actually experiencing tunnel vision, the blurring on the periphery made the moment only about Dani and his shuffling feet on the tile floor. Dani wiggled herself to the edge of the bed, continuing to lure him into invisible jagged rocks. Her siren song, a quiet verse, her curling finger did all the talking. Paul asked, “What do you want?” “Hold still.” Paul did as he was told. A powerful force kept him in place, he became the final fence post after the hurricane had already blown the rest of the pickets away. He felt her finger trail down his lower back, yanking away the backside of his jeans and boxers. Dani smiled as she got a healthy view of his butt. And Paul just stood there, like a good fence post. Dani giggled. “All clean!” He blinked. Did she just check to see if he messed his pants like a toddler? This was becoming too much for him to handle. The heat rose up his neck, he was sure his face was red, probably because he was holding his breath. “Paul, you okay?” Dani wrapped her hands around his waist. “Earth to Paul, you in there?” “I think so.” Unable to properly function, he sat down on the bed next to her. Dani was just playing a game, Paul thought to himself. This was all a game, and he needed to get himself under control. This was not ‘his’ space, or ‘his’ time, or… or… anything. Snap out of it, Paul. ———— “What are you doing, Dani?” Paul asked for the thousandth time. They’d spent some time talking, but it looked like her ADHD had kicked into gear. Dani was now boneless. He watched her slowly slide from the bed upside down and head first, her curly hair hung like cave moss, while her body melted onto the floor like a Salvador Dali clock. “I used to love doing this when I was a kid, just looking at the world this way. It’s quite the change of perspective. Join me.” Paul noticed her shirt rising up her chest, as gravity worked its magic in reverse. This time revealing her pale stomach and cute belly button. Join her, why not? These were the kind of adventures that kept the world on its toes. Only Dani could pull him out of his shell, she had a way of bringing out the carefree goofball inside of him. It was almost worth all of the annoyance. So he hung upside down like a goofball. It was silly. Relaxing. Perfectly matching the playful music on the television. Dani laughed at him, he laughed at her. The kind of soul sharing that only happens on the other side of the silver screen. Man, he liked this girl. Why couldn’t he just tell her so? Not now. Talking would’ve ruined this moment, so they cracked up and pointed like a pair of mimes huffing laughing gas. The sublime combination of giggles and gravity eventually brought both college kids to the floor. Paul looked at her, saw her in a special way, she glanced back as mischievous as ever. It was time. Paul prepared to move in for a soft kiss. Then ‘IT’ happened. And not the kiss. “What’s that box under your bed?” Paul panicked. “What box?” “The. Big. Black. Box-thingy right there.” The. Big. Black. Box-thingy. It was right there. The trunk peeked out from beneath the perfectly made bed, halfway hidden in shadow, where he housed his ‘things’. He was thankful for the brass lock on the front, and the key on his keychain. A somewhat last line of defense now that it was out in the open. What could he do? Whatever it was, he had to do it fast. Maybe he'd just drag her out by the ankle and sling her back onto the elevator. He had to do something, but he wasn't doing anything. Paul was petrified, trying to stammer another lie, but the words came out in empty gasps. Dani asked, "Seriously, what's in the box?" Seriously. He had to answer her now that it was serious. Paul croaked, "Nothing." Even Paul failed to convince himself of his lie, he was as notorious a bad liar as Dani was a playful flirt. "I know," Dani gleamed, "That's where you keep your freaky-deaky porn stash." Paul swallowed. He should admit to the porn stash, that'd be a smart call. But then she'd want to see his porn stash, then she'd want to see inside the black box under the bed. “Um.” “Um?” Dani echoed. To his horror, she shuffled herself under the bed and started pulling the large black trunk from its hiding place. Paul grabbed her arm, harder than he intended. “No, don’t touch that!” Dani snapped, “What’s your problem, Paul?” There was a dark fire in her eyes, she was angry. Angry at him. He had messed this up, this was the opposite of perfection. This evening was a catastrophic failure, and if she got into that trunk, everything between them would be over. Paul warned her. “It’s private.” “I didn’t mean to make you upset,” she said as curled up with her knees against her chest. “I’m just trying to have fun. You know me, I’m curious about everything.” Paul waited for the right words. They didn’t come. Just the hurt feelings, and the pounding heart. “I thought we were close enough friends that we didn’t need secrets.” He replied, “Everyone needs secrets.” Paul stared at the trunk, a Pandora’s box of guilt and shame. Right now, he hated that box. He also hated that Dani was here. All of the fun was over, the carefree circus was done, time to pack up the tent. His phone buzzed on the floor next to him, Paul checked the screen. It was the pizza guy, in the lobby downstairs. Paul needed to fix this before he headed down to meet him. “It’s okay, Dani. We just have to have boundaries, that’s all.” “You know I’m a habitual line-crosser,” Dani chuckled. “That’s what I like about you. Sort of. Kind of. It’s one of your likable features, I guess.” Dani bursted into a smile. “You like me?” He wanted to say, ‘Yeah, I do.’ It felt good, and right. Somehow Paul had managed to steer clear of the iceberg. Now he could reveal his feelings, once and for all. Maybe Cupid did deliver on V-day, or ‘Singles Awareness Day’ as Dani called it. Paul flashed his phone. “It’s the pizza, I’ll go downstairs and get it. You chill up here, and we’ll talk when I get back.” Dani asked, “What about your mystery box?” “It’s locked, so knock yourself out.” Paul double checked to see if his keys were still in his pocket. Then left her with a parting grin. He’d practice what he wanted to say to her on the way to the elevator, and he’d have it perfect by the time he was back with the cheese pizza. ———— It was perfect. Dani was in his room, hot pizza box in his hands, making everyone in the elevator jealous. And they should be. Paul was having one of his better ‘Singles Awareness Days’. One of the best in history. He carefully balanced the pizza box as he removed his keys from his pocket. This time he didn’t drop them. Absolutely Perfect. The door to the room slowly opened to reveal Dani on the floor in front of a very open black trunk. She turned to him when she heard the door, the soft sheen of tears in her brown eyes. “I’m so sorry, it wasn’t locked.” The pizza box clattered to the floor at his feet.
  3. Hi guys. I am a 22 year old male Adult Baby. I like wearing and being babied, and I am really into the sex side of the fetish. One day, on total impulse and also because the selection of fetish videos is unsatisfying after awhile. The other day I decided to tell my girlfriend of 9 months about my little secret.. I was very nervous about doing so. My last ex was somewhat accepting. She never wanted to talk about any aspect of it and made me feel really weird about having this fetish.. like it was a flaw she reluctantly put up with.. when I broke up with her threatened to tell everyone in our circle (we live in a small town) about my fetish. Her exact words were "how dare you break up with me, i accepted your weird ass fetish.. no one else ever will. " Harsh and it cut me deep. Never thought I could trust anyone with my secret again. I wondered for years if she spilled about my secret to everyone and lived in fear and shame of my secret. My anxiety skyrocketed and I lost my job, house and spiraled into deep drug addiction thinking the whole town had made me an outcast and thought I was a weirdo or pervert. She kept close ties with my family so I pushed them away as well, thinking she had likely told them about my secret and they thought of me different. Two years passed and the scars began to heal. I met a great woman who had a son that I took in as my own. She pulled me out of a dark dark addiction to IV Meth and helped me heal. Sex was good and happened daily. We always both got off. She treats me so good that I knew something i couldnt control (like a fetish) would neveer make her love me less and my urges were beginning to take a toll on our relationship. I masturbated alot to AB stuff to get my fix. I decided to ease into it. One day during sex I asked her to baby talk to me. she noticed this got me really aroused (more than usual) and took it further.. she called me her "baby boy" and I decided to take the final step. I crawled into bed with a diaper under my shorts. (Goodnite XLs) because money was tight. To my surprise she was into it because i was. and she now lets me wear during sex. Thats as far as its went so far. She was really interested in the fetish and told me she wished i would have been honest sooner. She said she didnt think it was weird. And would allow it because "you cant help thats what you like." She asked me to show her the porn on the matter so she could partake better and i am wondering if you all had any suggestions about what to show her or what the next step should be?.. I figured no wetting or messing stuff and just roleplay videos as I dont want to scare her off. She doesnt make me feel weird about it like my ex did, she constantly asks if shes doing it right and wants to know how to please me. Just know that there are people out there who will love you enough to accept ANYTHING about you. You simply have to have confidence bringing up your fetish/whatever it is you have because thats YOU and if that isnt good enough for someone than **** them!!! I now could give a ***** if my ex told the whole town, because the one person that matters sees that it makes me happy and that is okay with that. We are also a normal looking couple surprisingly. Since we as a community dont get to see eachother in person that much. Here is a jpg of her and I. I would like to make AB friends around my age. Girls and guys! Please hit me up!!! I dont want her feeling uncomfortable or move too fast for her. Need this forums help and figured this would be a good place to discuss your partners' reactions when you told them. And if you havent, I may be able to help as I have gotten 2 Non ABDL partners to let me partake so far:) I would advise to be careful who you tell. Your dirty laundry can quickly become everyone's comedy in the age of social media.
  4. Prologue The television crackled as an image came on screen: WELCOME TO THE BUREAU! “Hi there.” A man walked into frame, “And let me be the first to welcome you to The Bureau. Over the next few weeks you will embark on a fantastic new career full of adventure, joy, and excitement!” The man started to walk and the camera panned to follow him, “Now, as I am sure you know, there are many different positions in The Bureau. Perhaps you joined our legal team, who protect the brave volunteers and candidates in the court of law. Perhaps you joined enforcement, bringing those who violate the laws regarding our people to justice!” The man smiled as a fifteen foot woman entered the shot and the camera zoomed out, “Hey there Clarie!” “Hello Charles!” The woman smiled. “This is Claire.” Charles smiled back, “She is going to run you through some of the basics of the Amazon world and some terminology that you will hear during your time with The Bureau. Claire, take it away!” “Thank you Charles.” The camera panned over to Claire who was standing next to a map of many islands, “I will now give you a brief overview of some of the different nations of this world. Keep in mind that there are several more nations, however, these nations generally follow the same policies as one of the big three nations. But first I need to address a bit of lingo that I will be using. When I use the term, “Little” that is referring to people of your size whether they be from your world or if they are native to my own. She turned to the map and pointed to the largest island, “This is Libertality, the first of the big three. This is where The Bureau’s primary base of operation in my world is located and this is where many of you will be based. Libertality has a decent sized population of littles with the 471 Y.A census putting the population at around 1.3 million and around seventy five percent of those littles are live independant of an Amazon. Here on Libertality, Littles enjoy significant rights and are on equal footing with the Amazons, in fact several members of the nation's parliament are littles!” she smiled and loved to a much smaller island, “This here is Galice. The Bureau operates several consulates in Galice and the nation currently hosts the only joint Little-Amazon undercover unit! However, despite the high level of cooperation between the Galicen government and The Bureau, littles do not enjoy the same rights as Amazons. Every little in Galice must be registered to an amazon or obtain an exception from the local government. However, this pales in comparison to Tasria.” she sighed and moved to an archipelago in the shape of a circle, “In Tasria, The Bureau only operates a pair of consulates and both are under heavy guard. In Tasria, Littles have no rights, even your status as members of The Bureau may not protect you and because of this all little personal are unfortunately confined to the consulates unless in the company of several amazon bureau agents. In Tasria you may see things that shake your conviction and because of this, assignment of little agents to Tasria is decided via lottery followed by a multi part appeal process if desired.” Claire said as she walked away from the map, “Now, let me be the first amazon to officially welcome you to The Bureau.” The video cut out and a man entered the room, “Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the video. My name is Daniel and I will be your travel and orientation guide.” He smiled, “Now if you just follow me, we can start your journey to the land of the Amazons.” He looked at people in the room. There were about thirteen people but a few stood out, there was a buff scared woman with noticeable tattoos. In stark contrast to her was a relatively scrawny even by little standards man with fluffy blonde hair. “Follow me please.” Daniel started to leave the room. The woman sighed and started to follow Daniel along with the rest of the room. As the group left the room they entered into a massive courtyard with several trucks moving containers labeled “Volunteers” and other trucks with containers labeled, “Candidates”. “Hey Daniel!” The woman yelled, “What’s in those containers?” Daniel smiled, “I’m glad you asked.” He said as he started to walk backwards, “Volunteers are those who have chosen to enter the care of an amazon willingly and candidates are chosen by the Amazons to be entrusted to the care of an amazon. Now I know what you are thinking and let me silence those fears now. Candidates are screened by The Bureau before we acquire them and these people are those who need to be healed and rehabilitated through the love that the Amazons give to them. By the way we only send littles from our world to Libertality and Galice.” He smiled as the group neared a bus, “Alright, everybody on the bus. Your luggage has already been loaded onto the bus.” He said as people started to enter the bus. “So, where are you going?” The muscular woman asked the blonde guy. “Well, I am going into the legal department as a junior attorney. What about you?” He said as he put on a nervous smile. “Security and enforcement. Two tours with the corps and I just couldn’t handle civilian life luckily a recruiter for the Bureau found me before I reenlisted. I just hope I don’t get assigned to that Tsaria place, it would make Pyongyang look like a cake walk.” “Shit, you were at Pyongyang?” “Yep, I was one of the first elements in the city. It was fucking dead. The higher ups had hoarded all the food for themselves and the vast majority of the city starved.” she sighed “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories. I’m Markus.” He extended his hand. “Sandy, nice to meet you.” She smiled a bit and shook his hand as the bus started to drive into a large building. Daniel came over the loudspeaker, “Alright everyone, listen up.” He cleared his throat, “Now you are about to see our trans-dimensional portal. The trip can be a bit jarring but don’t worried no one has died from it...yet.” He said as the bus joined a line of trucks loaded with the containers from earlier. Armed guards patrolled the line of vehicles. Within a few minutes the bus neared a massive swirling pink and blue portal, “Alright everyone, here we go.” He turned to the driver, “Driver, lets do it!”. The bus drove right through the portal and within an instant they were though. Everything seemed the same except for the guards, they were all about fifteen feet tall. “Holy mother of God.” Sandy‘s jaw dropped. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the land of the Amazons!” Chapter One “Okay, this suddenly looks like a prison.” Sandy said as she watched the armed Amazon guards patrolling the convoy. Daniel smiled, “I can see where you are getting that observation from, however, I assure you that this is not a prison. This is just the primary base of operations for us in this world.” “But why the armed guards?” “Excellent question. There are those who wish to gain access to the technology that is used to facilitate trans-dimensional travel and those who want to try and get at the volunteers and candidates for their own nefarious purposes.” He said as the convoy neared a very large exit, “Now, please brace yourselves the size of the buildings may trigger a sense of vertigo.” The bus exited a large hangar and suddenly everything seemed much larger. Markus shut his eyes and steadied himself with the help of Sandy, “Oh Jesus.” “Easy there soldier.” She said as she grabbed his shoulders, “This is pretty cool. Doesn’t really look like what they advertised but still looks nice.” The bus came to a halt next to a massive office building that was at least thirty stories tall to the people on the bus. Daniel smiled as the driver opened the door, “Alright guys here we are.” He said as he exited the bus, “Don’t bother grabbing your bags you can collect them after you get your assignments. Now, follow me!” He started to walk towards a pair of little sized glass doors about thirty feet from an amazon sized glass doors. Markus slowly walked behind Sandy muttering nervously, “What have I gotten myself into? This is nothing like what they pitched me!” Sandy rolled her eyes, “Calm down Markus. While I will admit that there are significantly more amazons here than the recruiter said would be here, our bosses should still be like us, I mean it’s not like recruiters would lie to get more people to sign up, right… God damn it, it’s enlistment all over again.” The former marine sighed as they entered the building and were led into an amazon sized meeting room with plenty of little sized chairs, an amazon sized door, and a little sized door. Daniel smiled, “Everyone take a seat please your presenter will be here shortly. Now I know you signed a lot of paperwork back home, however, none of those documents are valid here and because of this you guys get more paperwork!” The group let out a collective groan at the thought of more paper work. Soon a pair of voices could be heard coming from the amazon sized door. “Martha, what do you have against the daycare, you used to put her in it everyday. I put Michelle in it, why can’t you put Kim in it?” A masculine voice said with a hint of agitation. “Well, Stuart, Michelle is exactly why I stopped sending Kimberly to the daycare. Michelle is a little monster!” A feminine voice responded “Oh! So now you are insulting my little!?” “Not per say, you just need to discipline her better.” “Discipline?! Oh that is rich coming from you!” He said getting more agitated, “My entire family is former military! I’m millitary, my wife is millitary, even Michelle is former military, so don’t you go telling me I need to work on my discipline, Miss spoils every single little that comes through her office!” The owner of the voice was a buff, crew cut amazon in a police officer's uniform. “So basicly you are accusing me of doing exactly what you do? You spoil Michelle beyond belief! I just give littles the love and attention they deserve!” The owner of the other voice was that of a woman dressed in a light brown sweater and matching dress with a dark chestnut pony tail. The woman had a girl dressed in purple short tails with a pink onesie underneath on her hip. The girl had light blonde hair styled in ringlets, she also had a clear diaper bulge and was sucking on a pacifier attached by a clip to her shortails, she had her eyes shut tight. Daniel cleared his throat, “Director Martha, Chief Crimson, it is good to see you both again. I see you brought Kimberly. However, I must ask why are both of you here? Director Park was scheduled to give in world orientation ” Martha nodded, “Daniel, very nice to see you again as well and yes Kimberly is helping mommy with work until some issues with the daycare are sorted out, isn’t that right sugar butt?” The girl on Martha’s hip nodded and took her pacifier out, “Yes mama.” she quickly replaced her pacifier. “Such a sweet little girl, if only Michelle acted like that.” Martha bounced Kim a bit. “I’m sorry, that sounded like you just insulted my darling pumpkin pants.” He growled, “And another thing.” “Moving on!” Daniel flashed a nervous smile as he raised his voice to stop the verbal altercation between the two amazons, “Director, you were just about to tell me why the two of you are here.” “Oh yes.” Martha smiled, “Director Park has had a bit of a family emergency and recommended that each department pick up their own new members and give individual orientations.” Daniel nodded, “Excellent.” he cleared his throat, “Allow me to introduce two members of our executive board. Director Martha is in charge of our legal department and our adoption department.” Markus looked at Sandy, “Legal and adoptions? Are the departments combined?” Sandy shrugged, “Beats me man, you should go ahead and ask her if you get a chance.” Daniel continued, “Chief Crimson is in charge of The Bureau’s security force.” Chief Crimson smirked, “Best paramilitary organisation of the planet.” Daniel nodded, “Now then, those of you who have joined our security forces please go with Chief Crimson and those of you who have joined our legal and adoption department please go with Director Martha. “Looks like this is where we part ways Markus.” Sandy extended her hand, “Wanna try and get drinks later?” Markus smiled a bit, “Sounds like a plan.” He shook her hand before Sandy walked over to the Chief along with a few guys. “Here we go.” Markus swallowed hard and walked over to marth and Kim. There was only one other person who joined them, a woman. MARKUS Martha smiled at the two new members of her department, “Let me guess.” She extended her hand towards Markus, “Markus Altivition.” Markus nodded, “Yes ma’am.” He shook her hand, or at least attempted to. Her hand dwarfed his own and he instantly felt like a child. Martha smiled and did the same with the woman, “Angela Balzac? “Yes ma’am.” The woman smiled and shook her hand. “Excellent, please follow me.” Martha smiled and shifted Kim to her other hip. Angelia struggled to keep up a bit with her new boss, “Um, Director, could you please slow down?” She said as she had to jog in order to keep up with her. “Oh?” She looked down at the two littles jogging to keep up with her, “Sorry!” she giggled a bit, “I’m very sorry.” she said and slowed her pace. “Thank you ma’am.” Markus said as he slowed down. “Oh please, just call me Martha.” She said as Kim started to whine and squirm in Martha’s arms, “What’s wrong sweetie?” She looked at her watch, “Oh dear, you must be hungry.” Martha started to take off her sweater revealing a white T-shirt which she then adjusted she that a nursing bra was exposed, “Alright baby, drink up.” She brought Kim to her breast. “Thank you mama!” Kim’s pacifier dropped her her mouth and swung for a bit as she started to nurse. Markus couldn’t help but blushed, sure he had seen mothers breastfeed in public before, but never had the child been so close to his own age. Martha seemed to notice Markus’ feelings and covered Kim up with her sweater, “Sorry dear, its past Kim’s feeding time and she gets fussy when she gets hungry.” “Of course Direct, er, Martha.” He smiled a nervous smile, “Mind answering a question for me?” he asked as the group passed a pair of amazons. “Quite alright Martha.” Angelia smiled “Sure.” She said as they entered an elevator. Martha pressed the twelve key. “Are the legal department and the adoption department combined?” He asked as her looked at Angelia. “Yes they are dear.” She smiled, “The legal department’s workload is very light as most of the work they do is advocating on littles’ behalf during divorce proceedings we do get a case every so often that is much more serious, but those are generally the cases that either myself or Charles takes. Charles is your supervisor by the way. Since the adoption process has so much paperwork and red tape it makes sense that the legal department help out with that. It also helps because it protects The Bureau from legal repercussions. Legal is the first line of defense for the littles we adopt out because they conduct the primary interviews with prospective adopters.” She said as Kim unlatched and started to try and adjust herself, “Hold on, hold on.” She set Kim on the floor and readjusted her T-shirt before putting her sweater back on. “Up, up!” Kim whined and reached up to be held Markus couldn’t help but but look at Kim in her babish attire. This was a woman about as old as he was, “Why?” he murmured to himself. Martha picked Kim back up, “What was that Markus?” she said as she set Kim on her hip. “I just can’t understand why anyone would want to live like… a baby.” he said and suddenly realized his mistake, “No offense to you Kim!” Kim whimpered and buried her face in Martha’s shoulder, “Meanie!” “Hey, no need for that language.” She scolded Kim and started to pat her back, “Well Markus, Kim here was a volunteer from your world. She was a graduate student in literary studies. Her parents did not approve her education path and threatened to stop paying tuition combine that with social stress on top of the existing academic stress, it was a pretty easy choice for her to make, and she hasn’t looked back has she?” “Never!” She smiled and kissed Martha’s cheek, “I love you mama!” “I love you too Kimberly.” She cooed as the elevator arrived and the doors opened. Waiting for them was a little in a beige suit and blue tie, “Hello Charles.” “Hello Martha, are these the new members?” Charles said as he shook the hands of the two new littles. “Markus here will be under you, but Angelia will be under Keith.” Martha smiled, “How’s the Faux case coming along?” “Almost complete ma’am.” he smiled. “Excellent, please show Markus to his desk. I will introduce Angelia to Keith.” Martha started to walk away with Angelia in tow. “Welcome to the pits Markus, now let me show you to your desk.” Charles smiled and motioned for Markus to follow him. SANDY Sandy smiled a bit as the group of new recruits introduced themselves to the Chief. There was José, a former Border Patrol agent, Frederick, a former seaman with the Coast Guard, and Kenji, a former Army military police officer. Chief Crimson smiled, “Well, I gotta say you three are one of my more promising groups.” He said as his phone started to ring, “Sorry, one second.” He looked at the caller ID and quickly answered, “Yes honey? A water main burst? I see. But I’m with new recruits. But. Yes,ma’am.” He sighed and hung up before turning to his new officers, “Never marry someone higher rank than you. Sandy chuckled, “Your wife pulled rank?” The Chief sighed, “Yep, she has me by one rank. Alright, so we are gonna swing by the daycare so I can get my little so my wife quickly pick her up and head home and then we will head to the armory so you can get acquainted with the rest of the team.” He smiled, “lets see how you four can up with me, double time!” He started to jog down the hall but to the littles he might as well have been in a full sprint. Sandy smiled, “Yes sir!” She said as she ran to keep pace with the Chief. After about a minute of running they came to a two part amazon sized door decorated with butterflies and clouds. “Not bad recruits, not bad.” He smiled and knocked on the door. An amazon woman opened the top portion of the door, “Chief Crimson, here to visit Michelle?” He shook his head, “Sorry Jessica but the wife got off early so I am withdrawing her early today so she can head home with mommy.” She nodded, “Alright, let me go get her.” The woman walked away from the door. Sandy was stretching a bit after the run, her back to the Chief, “Gotta tell you guys I am looking forward to this job.” José nodded, “This is gonna be a whole helluva lot more comfortable than border patrol.” Kenji nodded, “Yeah, hopefully this is as nice as the recruiters said it would be.” Sandy rolled her eyes, “Kenji, I dunno about the army but with Marine recruiters and evidently bureau recruiters, they tend to embellish heavily.” “Alright recruits, meet my little pumpkin pants.” Chief Crimson smiled as he carried a girl in an orange and black dress that did nothing to cover a fairly thick diaper. “Daddy!” The girl whined, “I told you not to call me that in front of people.” She blushed. “I can’t help it, you are just so cute.” He kissed her Sandy’s eyes went wide and she quickly turned around to face the Chief and his little, “Corporal!?” The girl’s eyes went wide as well and smiled nervously, “Hey there...Gunney.” END OF CHAPTER 1
  5. Preamble My name now is Samantha Smith; could you think of a less inspired name to give someone living in the suburbs? I mean seriously, what were they thinking? It was not the name I was born with, but it was the name I was given when I came to this country in 1996. Prior to that I was Biserka Kasun. Now, I am Sam. I don’t like to remember my life prior to living here, it makes me sad; and I remember bad things. I choose not to remember as often as I can, but sometimes the memories are like water in a cup, they runneth over and I can’t help but remember, and that makes me sad. My Mum is very good at helping me with my memories, we have all sorts of techniques to drive them and the ghosts they summon away. We use a method called memory substitution, which means that when I begin to remember the bad times, I actively steer my brain into remembering something else. My doctor says that it is like driving a car; and swerving to avoid a hazard in the road. It works okay, but sometimes I can’t, and I remember. Maybe someday, I will be able to remember with out being sad, but now it is easier to avoid it. What I am about to write today is as much for me as it is for you, I am going to tell you about myself as much as I feel comfortable doing. Hopefully it will tell you about what I am able to do, and what I am able to overcome. I came to this country in 1996, I was a broken creature, I didn’t speak English, and I was scared. I was adopted by my Mum, Doreen Smith. She moved Heaven and earth to bring me here, and although I was not grateful then, I am more than grateful now. I was adopted out of a Red Cross orphanage when I was 14 years old. It was 1996 and the war had just ended. It was awful, my world as I had known it was shattered. I woke up in hospital, I didn’t know what happened to my family, I didn’t know where my village was, I didn’t know where I was. All I did know is that I was lost, and I was alone. Chapter 1 I awoke to babble, complete and total nonsensical babble, later I was to learn this babble, but for now it was babble. There were people walking around, people shouting, people crying, it looked like utter chaos. After what seemed like an eternity, a woman walked up to my bed and spoke to me in a language I understood. “Како се осећаш?" How are you feeling? In fairness I hadn’t been giving that any attention, now that I thought about it, I hurt. It was an everything all-over hurt. The kind you get when you combine years of living rough, not enough food, and an explosion. There was kindness in her eyes, but I had seen kind eyes turn to razors before, I did not trust her. “Добро...” Okay… (For ease of writing I am now going to switch over entirely to English) She appeared surprised by my calm answer, she pressed on. “Do you hurt anywhere? You very hurt when you were brought in to us, we had to fight to keep you alive.” “What…what happened?” “There was an explosion, you were caught in the blast and you must’ve hit your head, you have been in and out of consciousness for a week, we had to do emergency surgery when you were brought in, you had severe internal injuries, and have several broken bones.” I remember the explosion, or rather I remember the moment of the explosion, we were celebrating a victory. “Where am I?” She was speaking, but not like a native, like someone who learned how to speak, as an adult, her phrasing was clumsy, although her words were correct, they were wrong at the same time. “You are at the Red Cross hospital in Sarajevo” Sarajevo!? This was the land of the enemy, of the hated Bosnian. I guess I was starting to look agitated, because the woman was telling me to calm down. I decided to obey, I needed to plan my escape back, to continue the fight. I needed to heal, and make good my escape, playing a docile patient seemed like a good way. “Okay” I said as meek as you please, “I’ll calm down”. “Good, now I have some questions for you, if you feel up to it.” I didn’t, but playing along would help me build trust. “Okay” She started out simple, name (I lied), place of birth (I lied) age… “I am 13” “Your family?” “They are all gone” “Oh… everyone?” “Yes” I turned on the waterworks a bit here to sink the point home. She stopped her questioning at my tears, and looked at me. I looked back, she was looking at me like she knew something, something about me. We held this standoff until she finally broke the stillness. “We are well aware of who you are Biserka, we know where you came from, and we know what you have done.” It was at this point I realised that I must have hit my head harder than I thought, because we were not speaking Serbian my native tounge, we were speaking Bosnian. I must have had a stunned look on my bruised face, I mean I followed the steps I was trained to follow, I told them the lies I recited, I followed my training exactly! It was not enough. I moved my right arm, and noticed that I was attached to the bed, I was in handcuffs, the game was over. My name is Biserka Kasun, I am 13 years old and I am a war criminal. Prior to this, I was a successful soldier, my doe eyes, small figure, and skills with language made me a skilled infiltrator. I spoke Bosnian, I spoke Croation, and of course I spoke Serbian. I would walk around, and look at stuff. Sometime I would leave them a grenade. It depended on the day. That was when I was a child. Now that I am older, I am given more responsibility. I was given training on how to shoot, and shoot I did. But not the UN men at first, first it was just the dirty Bosnians. They were not people, they were less. I had been taught this, and I was a very good student. So, I shoot. Men mostly, sometimes women, sometimes children. It doesn’t matter, what does matter is that I am doing a good job, and that my Papa is proud of me. Then it all changed. The UN men were advancing, the Bosians were advancing, we Serbs, we proud Serbs were retreating. We made them pay for the ground with blood. They payed us back, with mortars. Sometime during our long retreat I became famous, my name was known and spoken of with equal parts fear and disgust. I was able to stay, stay behind and hold ground to cover the retreat of my Papa and his men. I fired upon the column of UN men. Their blue hats sure are easy to spot. Some of them fall by my hand. Then warmth a warmth blossomed in front of me and blackness surrounds. I awoke to babble. Chapter Two After a positive identity had been made of me, things started to move rather quickly. I was going to be in recovery for some time. The extent of my internal damage was not yet totally known. They knew that they had stopped the haemorrhaging, but they were unsure of any long-term prognosis. What was known for certain, is that I was going to remain in custody. I was wanted by the Hague, and they are not an organization that hold or releases people on a whim. It takes some serious doing to get any traction with them. So, that is that. I am in custody, and I am still recovering. The Red Cross doctors and nurses, will have my undying gratitude. Yes, I was a war criminal, but to their credit, I was like any of the scores of wounded people around me. Just a person needing care. I am not going to bore you with the details of my care under the Red Cross. Suffice to say, that they took care of me and helped me heal. What I will talk about is what happened after I was discharged from hospital and taken for questioning. Once again the U.N. forces are to be commended on my treatment, I was not abused, even though as a de-facto terrorist, I had no legitimate legal standing under the Geneva convention. I was well treated, my ongoing medical needs were met promptly, I had access to facilities to bathe, I had (for the first time in many, many years) a bed. It was like Heaven. I am not trying to make it sound like it was all sunshine and rainbows, I was still a detainee after all. I was handcuffed for transports, I was supervised at all times, but it was a very comfy detainment. During this time, I was healing, I was being (as I would later learn) deprogrammed from the doctrine of hate. Hate that had been drilled into me by my Father and all his cronies. I learned that I was the monster, I was the subhuman, not because of my race or my religion, but because of my actions. It was a terrifying conclusion to reach about myself. It was the true beginning of my mental healing. Several months after being wounded, I am left with several grim reminders of the war and the explosion that ended my war. I have some scarring on my ribs from shrapnel, a milky weal of a burn on my upper arm, some lash marks between my shoulder blades (my Father gave me those), and a bullet scar under my right collar bone (I don’t know where that came from, but it is there). Not to mention the scars from the surgeries -which are extensive- but not as fun to talk about. The only lingering side-effects from being blown up are all minor, all save one. I have post concussion disorder, means I get wicked bad headaches from time to time. They can be triggered by bright lights, or sustained high Hz noises. I have some minor nerve damage which causes me to have a pronounced limp. The big one, the one that is not at all a gentle minor reminder of my dance with an exothermic reaction is that I am incontinent. For those of you who are not aware of that incontinence is let me explain. Incontinence is the inability of one to control the flow of urine or faeces. Put in the crudest terms I can think of: I piss and shit myself on the regular. It sucks. I mean, I am not missing a limb (which is more debilitating in my mind), but needing to wear diapers again carries with it a stigma, a shame. I am unable to feel myself urinating, it just happens. The only hint I get that I have peed is I feel the blossoming of warmth in my diaper. Messing is a bit different, I can’t control it, but I at least know that it is coming. It is unpleasant, but it is a reality that I have learned to cope with. But back to the story: I was a detainee, it sucked learning about my conditions, and the limitations that they imposed on me, but I was alive. I was questioned, frequently, over and over, again and again. One day the interviewer said something that will forever stick in my mind. “What are you doing still playing defence for your Father, if he truly cared about you and your well-being, he would never had subjected you to such rigorous indoctrination. Your Father is a monster, he took his daughter, and created a weapon in her place.” Maybe I was worn down after all the interviews, maybe I was being manipulated yet again, what ever it was his statement struck a chord in me. He was right, after all of the deprogramming, I had to come to grips with the fact that I was alone, and I was a prisoner. He had left me there, left me there to hold the line so he could make good his escape. It was at that moment I decided to tell all. No more stonewalling, no more deflecting, no more bullshit. I told. The results from my tell-all were revolutionary to the interviewer. I told them everything, from tactics (which they knew anyway), to weapons caches, to what I new of future plans. Suffice to say it was earth shattering for the intelligence people to have such knowledge come from a broken damaged little girl. When the time for my tribunal was upon me, I was nervous. Here I am, a 13 year-old girl in diapers, on trial for war crimes. My defence counsel was on my side the whole way, I cooperated with authorities, and the information I had given up led to seizures, arrests and a reduction in harm to all concerned parties. A deal was struck, and I was released. Now released is a bit of a misnomer in this case, I was still a minor, what to do with me? There was talk of repatriation, but that was swiftly shut down. I had informed. If my Father or any of his ilk were to gain knowledge of my whereabouts, I was dead. It was decided that I would be adopted out to a Western family. That was a hard sell, I am damaged goods, plus I wanted to stay. My opinion was to let me go and be done with me, but as a minor my words on my future were given very little weight. Then my rescuer appeared, she was a Red Cross nurse who had worked in the refugee camps. She spoke my language, and she spoke English. A story was concocted that I was an orphan from said camps, and the she took pity on me and decided to take me home with her. Blah blah, emotional tripe. Summed up, she adopted me and brought me with her back to Canada. A country I had no heard of before, to a town I had not heard of, speaking a language I did not know. At the time I hated her, I wanted to go home. Many years later, I now feel gratitude and appreciation for what she did. Chapter 3 I arrived in what was to be my new country feeling a feeling that I had long thought lost to me; fear. I was not alone, my new mother Doreen was with me. In the orphanage, I had turned 14. Although I was now a teenager good and proper, I felt like a scared little girl. The flight was my first experience on a plane, my first airport, my first time going anywhere outside of my country (at least while conscious). I had been practicing my English, and although I was not fluent, I was able to make my needs known. Thankfully Doreen spoke Serbian, and we mainly conversed in my mother tongue. Deplaning, we made our way out into the concourse, while walking Doreen asked me in English. “How are you doing?” I, misunderstanding her question answered in a flurry of Serbian. “How should I be doing?? I have been taken from my home into a country that is not my own, with a person who is no kin to me, authored by an organization that I do not trust? Really you dare ask me that!?” Her eyes got sad, and she answered in English. “That is not what I was talking about.” Switching to Serbian “I was trying to be discreet, but how is your diaper? Do you need to change?” I am sure I blushed a million shades of red at that point. Truth be known, I was not sure how my diaper was, being unaware of when I go does not make me a good arbiter of the state of my diapers. I gave my crotch a cup, in a very unladylike fashion I must say. “I am pretty wet, I think. I should change.” The method I used to check my diaper was not at all subtle and had people been looking at me I am sure would have caused a scene. But Doreen to her credit did not chide me for my obvious diaper check, she just nodded and led me by the hand to the lady’s washroom. “Do you need a hand, or do you think you can manage it on your own?” The words slipped from her mouth, and I am very glad that they were not said in English, all the same I am sure I blushed beetroot. “I can manage it, I think.” I walked into the open stall and closed the door behind me. Lowering my pants, I assessed the extent of the damage. My diaper was swollen, and after unsnapping the onesie I wore, it sagged pretty much down to my knees. I looked at my diaper, and I was saddened that this had become my life. But, this was no time to reflect on my situation, I got down to the business of changing. There are certain noises that wearing and changing a diaper makes, rustling, etc. The worst sound, the sound that announces to the entire world what I am doing is the sound of tapes being removed, and replaced. Any women who has changed a diaper can recognize that sound from a mile off. I removed my sodden diaper, grateful that it was only wet. That will change soon enough I guess, but as it is a public change, I am just glad that I didn’t stink. Having done that I wiped myself down, and got my new underwear ready to go. A few well-placed Serbian curses later, I was changed, and feeling dry. I balled up the old diaper, and replaced my pants. Exiting the stall, I saw a woman about the same age as Doreen give me a funny look. I just looked back at her, hard. It is none of her business what I was doing, and she should not concern herself with it. It is an attitude I cultivated in the orphanage, and it is the attitude I practice to this day. Yes, I was changing my diaper, and no I am not ashamed by that. It keeps me as positive as I can be about the whole situation. Leaving the bathroom, I spot Doreen and I rejoin her, we make our way out of the terminal, and get into a taxi. Soon we are on our way to Doreen’s (and now my) house. Arriving at a rural road crossing we get out of the cab at Doreen’s suggestion to walk the rest of the way. I acquiesce, after all this sitting it will be nice to stretch my legs.
  6. Hi there my name is Sable, i’m your average 15 year old girl with long black straight hair a pale complexion and large doe brown eyes, i say average but i’m actually much smaller than you’d expect at 5’4” and around 100 lbs. Though I’m small I’m still very much a well adjusted and responsible teenager. Well that’s what anyone who knew me in person would say but, to be honest i’m anything but. I don’t know when or why but i’ve always had a longing or fascination with diapers, that’s right diapers it’s not just diapers either stuffed animals, pacifiers, bottles, baby toys you name it if it’s infantile i’m drawn to it. My earliest memory of my fascination was when my little sister just turned 1 and I worked up the courage to steal a diaper from her nursery and try it on. I fell in love instantly and I proceeded to wear it for a couple hours and even bring myself to pee in it, after spending probably too long in a wet diaper i changed and threw it away in my bedroom garbage. Yea, you’re probably thinking i was just begging to get caught but, I didn’t know that my Mom had to empty the garbage i thought it would just go away with my 9 year old logic. Needless to say my Mom found the wet diaper in my garbage and proceeded to yell across the house “Sable (omitted middle and last name) why on earth is there a pissed in diaper in your garbage can”! At this point i thought that if i was honest and confessed i would be in serious trouble so i just blushed and repeated that i didn’t know. My mom surprisingly just let it go at this point and didn’t mention it again to my relief. After learning from my mistake i proceeded to steal more of my little sister’s diapers and hide the used ones in a container until mom went to work and dad was in the garage so i could bury them in my sister’s diaper pail. I continued to wear and use diapers on and off for 2 years before i was caught again. This time my mom found where i was hiding my used diapers while she was cleaning she mentioned she smelt the stale urine, however instead of being mad she seemed to be more worried, i her 11 year old daughter was wearing and using her little sisters diapers. She asked whether i was wetting the bed, being bullied at school, or i was depressed of course being me i was still scared to just come out and say my true feelings so, i sealed my lips and refused to answer her; probably making her even more worried. She reluctantly let the subject drop and started hiding my sister’s diapers instead of leaving them out in hopes i wouldn’t wear them anymore. I did stop wearing diapers for a while after that, scared my mom would catch me again until i turned 13 and again had my head filling up again with desire, desire to wear diapers. Now that i was 13 and would occasionally be let to stay home i started getting into my little sister’s diapers again; although she was 5 years old at this point she still wore diapers full time and me being small for my age still had a substantial supply of diapers i could fit into. I was trying to give diapers up at this point though but i loved them so much so i went on the internet to try and find a solution to my problem and looked up “older girls who like to wear diapers,” through this one search i was introduced to the concept of ABDL adult baby diaper lovers. I instantly fell in love with the girls in cute clothes you would be more likely to see on a toddler than an adult and their big smiles behind their pacifiers, through my browsing and increasing interest i came to realize that i am one and the same with these people; i love diapers, stuffed animals, cute babyish clothing, everything about it i loved being “little.” As i became older and was wearing diapers more regularly i became emboldened wearing diapers under my clothes to my grandma’s sunday dinners, to the arcade with my friends, lying around the house when my parents were home, and sleeping in them. I even started to collect more infantile things than just diapers after my long browsing sessions on the internet i fell in love with myriads of cute pacifiers, bottles, footie jammies, and onsies all kinds of things. Being 14 i didn't have access to a credit card and therefore couldn’t buy any of the really infantile things online but i did have an allowance, so i rode my bike to the mall and bought myself some clothes from the junior section occasionally cute sundresses, pink shortalls with cartoon characters on the bib, footie jammies, and i even got baby booties big enough for my feet. When ever i was alone at home i would dress in a diaper my cute “little” clothes and play in my little sisters room with her toys and my stuffed animals. My stealthy play sessions went on for a long time, all the way up to a week after my 15th birthday, it was a friday afternoon during the summer so no school i was in my little sister's room around noon playing doctor and giving my stuffies a check up in a full diaper however i was really quite tired as i was up real late the night before not to mention i ate lunch just a few minutes ago and i ended up actually falling asleep on my sister’s bed. later in the day I was still wearing a wet and messy pampers size 7 diaper, my favorite pink shortalls, and my little mermaid shirt when i was shaken awake by my mom. A lot of emotions ran through me in those few moments of waking; confusion, why am i sleeping in my little sister’s room?, excitement feeling my very full diaper cupping my bottom, dread after realizing that i’m in fact dressed as a little girl in a full diaper in front of my mom, and panic not knowing how to explain myself. I broke down crying, I don’t know what was going through my mom’s head at the time i was far too agitated to make out her thoughts from her face but what i do know is she hugged me, picked me up, carried me to my room sat on my bed with me in her arms still sobbing, and began to hum and rock me until i was calm enough to talk. We had a long talk after i was calmed down, i finally told her everything how wearing diapers, sucking my thumb, dressing like a little girl, being held and cared for it all made me feel so good; so happy. I also happened to confess my (baseless) fears that she’d disown me for wanting to be little or for being gay; yea i didn’t mention earlier but i was very much attracted to girls. I just spoke out one deep secret after the other until for what to me seemed like forever, I was done i finally got everything off my chest. My mom hugged me, she then proceeded to wash all my fears away at once by simply stating “there’s nothing you could ever do that would make me hate you, no matter what i’ll always love you.” Her acceptance and kind loving smile sent me into another crying fit i didn’t know how to process this new feeling i couldn’t describe; eventually after i calmed down again Mom lied me on my back told me to stay put and came back with my little sister’s pampers size 7, baby wipes, and baby powder. I just stayed put like I was told and let Mom proceed to change my diaper for the first time in 13 years. It was amazing such gentle caring affection directed at me and only me, I wanted to start crying again i was so overwhelmed not in a bad way this time but, in the best way. Mom finished changing me, picked me up, and carried me back into my little sister’s room she sat me down and told me and my sister to play and be good while she put dinner on. I took some time to let myself calm down before i let out the biggest most unrestrained smile i think i may have ever made and proceeded to play pretend tea party with my sister and our stuffies. I'm turning 16 in 7 days and Mama said i can have little time all week leading up to my birthday which is a big treat for me; i usually only get to have little time on weekends that Mama doesn’t have work, any other time i want to be little I have to do it alone, which is fine honestly i’m just happy i don’t have to hide it so thoroughly anymore. I didn’t realize at the time but having to always plan ahead and sneak around really took away from the carefree safe feeling i loved so much about being little. I’ve really embraced my little side this past year Mama let my use my weekly allowance to buy cute little things online; I now openly have the biggest collection of pacis, stuffies, babas, and tons and tons of cute clothes; My Mama even buys me adult diapers that fit me so much better and they don’t leak either. I also came out publicly as gay this past school year, I lost some friends sadly but the bonds i still have are much stronger for it and i even made new ones. I decided to tell my bestest friend since kindergarten about my little side and she’s been so very supportive she even sometimes takes the lead and steps in as my mommy when i’m feeling little; i think i might have a bit of a crush on her. Honestly, i feel so great being able to be myself around my friends and family I’m so happy not having to repress and hide my true self all the time. Being me is really the greatest feeling ever. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This a slight revision of the first story i ever wrote the previous version had a self exploration part to the 13 year old section which in hindsight wasn't something i should have put in even if i was trying to be tame, any at all is no good. I tried to make it a more wholesome by removing any sexual connotation entirely. A lot of this stories main points are based on some of my real life happenings or course most of the ladder half is more fantasy and wish fulfillment than reality but the beginning for instance i really did throw away used diapers in my room's trash can thinking i wouldn't be caught; great job past me! My mother also got really worried about me when she caught me the second time. Anyway i really hope you could find something in my story you enjoyed.
  7. I'm sure that this is a question that has been asked before and I'm sure that there are equally varying opinions on the topic.
  8. Hello world, I was introduced to the community by my boyfriend of two years. He recently came out to me about a year ago. I can imagine this being hard for him but I'm a rather accepting and understanding person. Only wish I had known sooner so we could play. He expressed to me that he is a DL not an AB, which either way is dandy. I'm cool with his interests and allow him to play as he sees fit and will more often than not join him. My questions are necessarily about why how etc etc but more details. When I ask him or read online about how to go about sex and making the experience more enjoyable for the both of us I get generic answers. I want specific details on what to do and how to do it. We have regular sex and are switches. I'd be interested in letting him "be my daddy" or I "be his mommy", or at least trying it. I just need specific details on how to do things or again what to do. Neither of us would neccessairly be interested in full baby play such as, pacifiers, clothing, or baby talk. I need help so I can fully satisfy my boyfriend and gain some satisfaction for myself.
  9. Hi everyone,Thought I'd share with you all a link to a just-published interview with a professional ABDL Mummy. It's a thoughtful, intelligent, positive and balanced article written with genuine intrigue into the ABDL community. It's one of few articles not out to denigrate or exploit the ABDL world for "freak-show' entertainment.
  10. Hi All, I wanted to let any of you in the New York City area know that there is now an AB/DL aware psychotherapist available to see any of you. She is located in the Flatiron district of Manhattan and offers sliding scale fees. She is super empathic and understanding and won't make you feel awkward about being AB/DL and the challenges in dealing with acceptance, finding happiness in relationships, and overall life when dealing with these issues.
  11. Doing a paper for class and came across this web page on Wikihow about Coping with being a Diaper Lover. Thanks to this website and people I have met over the years on this site it has become a support and huge help for me. I feel though this site in my early years of wearing diapers may have or may have not helped me... Just thought I would pass it along.
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