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  1. Since I wear diapers almost every day (I take them off under some circumstances), my answer to this question is yes. What about you?
  2. Sorry for the advertisement. I wanted to let Texas based members of my new online store. Our supplies are already low from our launch last week. We will be ordering more this week. We are online only - located in the South Houston area. Limited local delivery options are available however. USPS and UPS shipping rates reasonable in the area. We are selling RearZ products mostly - we have stock of Princess, Lil Squirts, Safari diapers right now. We plan to be around a long time. Future plans is to have a real physical store somewhere in the area but that is a ways away still. Please visit us and support us if you are in Texas and looking for RearZ disposable diapers. Feedback is welcome and it will help shape our store for the future! www.CosyDry.com Secure PayPal checkout Thanks! Zippyboy [email protected]
  3. Hi my name is Caleb and I am a diaper lover and the South Bend area. I would love to talk with others and meet up with others. Anyone in Indiana who likes diapers feel free to respond to this post.
  4. I am not an Abdl personally. I do not wear diapers or suck on a pacifier. I don't pretend to age down, but I am in the community. I read the fan fiction, I look at the art, I scroll through the online shops; but I'm confused. I like Abdl, I enjoy seeing other people happily expressing themselves. It fills me with a type of joy I don't get from anything else. And as of late, I've been having dreams of myself as an adbl. However, the thought of me doing that makes me cringe and I lay off of abdl related things for a while. To say I'm scared is an understatement. I'm terrified of ANYONE finding out, know one knows about this part of me. The display names isn't my real name, I have a separate phone so that I can look at Abdl items. I never leave a trace that I am into this stuff. My family would scorn my name if they ever found out. To anyone reading, I need help. I don't know what is going on in my head and I'm crazy conflicted, but any help would be amazing. Thank you, goodbye.
  5. Note this is just the introduction. I've written more but I only got to type out this today Intro: The odd thing about me is that even though I have secrets, I am still important. They always say, “Everyone has some skeletons in their closet.” And I suppose my skeleton is my my fetish. It doesn’t affect how I work, go to school, etc, it is simply a fetish that I do when I have some “private time” alone. Which is rare. For most, it is a secret that no one would even think I had. Only a few people know, and some probably don’t even remember or tend to forget. My mom knows, and she doesn’t care or judge me. My dad found out, but he doesn’t take it seriously and he’s forgotten about it since I haven’t worn recently. It’s unnoticeable to most, and that’s the best part. Two of my friends know about it, but not because I told them and I have really no idea how they found out. Supposedly my first friend found out by the other friend, though I had never told them previously anything about my fetish. The first one I told a white lie and said, “I don’t do it anymore…” But it wasn’t a complete lie because I hadn’t done it in a while. I wasn’t able to indulge and be me, an AB/DL, a diaper lover. Yes, that is what I am. I started off as a diaper lover, but ended up enjoying the baby stuff, pampers, baby clothes (I had a couple of things, but now just have a couple again, ended up replacing my baby dress for a nightie). Of course, the only person that “takes care of me” is me. And I know for those who may read this and are not AB/DL people, I have to clarify because some that don’t know what an adult baby diaper lover is, they are someone who wants to dress or act like a baby or wear diapers and baby clothes, depending on the person. AB/DL are not pedophiles, or attracted to children. Even on Ab/dl websites that is usually listed as a disclaimer so if you happen to stumble upon one of these sites, you know the difference. I’ve been told I look young, but not like a child. I’m a typical abdl, for the most part-the ones you see on TV are extreme versions of the fetish, who most likely did it to become famous. A few celebrities have explored the Ab/dl fetish (most likely the same reason that the extreme Ab/dls that appear on TV). It’s kind of sad, because it gives most of the people in the fetish a bad name. Not crazy. I identify as a Little Girl/Adult baby. I doubt there’s a “Kinsey Scale” for ABDL, and while it can include other fetishes such as spanking, s and m, etc, I do not use any of that. I have this fetish, but it’s not really sexual for me. It’s….sensual and feels right. Like I feel like I belong when I do it. Hard to explain. I’m telling a story-based mostly on some dreams and some thoughts.
  6. Howdy, everyone. I know it's been a long, long, long time since I last posted anything of any kind of writing in here. Heck, I hardly really post anything for that matter, anymore. And for that, I'm sorry. Kind of lost touch with a lot of old friends in here, and have felt out of place. However, I've begun an idea for a story that's something different for me. We know of our urge and purge cycles...what if they had their own personalities? I present to you, The Urge & The Purge, a fictional story that answers that question. It's going to be a bit out there, and dark at times, and will hopefully keep you guys and gals interested and guessing. Let me know what you think of Chapter 1! Chapter 1 There is a war going on that nobody knows about. It's not being covered by the news, there are no soldiers being deployed, no peace treaties being signed, no real casualties. Confused yet? I can't say I blame you. You see, this isn't a war in the cliché fashion that normally comes to mind; rather, the war is within myself. My body is the battleground, my psyche, emotions, and impulses are the weapons, and my mind is the collateral damage. I've been fighting it my whole life without even knowing it until more recently, and yet my friends and family haven't the slightest fucking clue of what's going on. Maybe had I never caved and given in to my curiosity, none of this would've happened. Then again, maybe not... My name is Thomas Bannon, I'm 34 years old and live on my own. Family's about three hours away, got a really great set of friends who are pretty much my second family, been single for a few years. I've got a decent job doing tech support for a small credit union about 15 minutes from my apartment. If this all sounds too typical, here's the curve ball: I'm an adu—I mean, I'm a dia—I mean...damn it, I sometimes like to wear diapers and/or be babied, okay? There, I said it. On days when I'm feeling good about myself, I'm a nice guy with a bit of a kink. On my bad days, however, I'm one of those “freaks that's into that weird fetish crap.” Depends on my mood, really...but more importantly, it depends on who's winning the war. Still confused? I'll try to put it in the easiest form of understanding as possible. I'm not schizophrenic, but there are voices that bother me sometimes. These aren't voices of the dead, or other people's thoughts (but damn, wouldn't that be awesome!). Rather, they're mine, and they tend to speak out any time something triggers my desire to tap into my diaper kink, or if I think too much about it and how it relates to me as a person or the rest of my life. Through some personal research, it would be determined that these voices of mine are what I call The Urge and the Purge. Sounds crazy, I know. But, I'm hoping you'll give me the benefit of the doubt and at least hear me out. Getting into this lifestyle was similar to most other people I've talked to or read about in the various support forums and communities; I played house at a young age with some friends, wound up playing the baby, enjoyed it quite a bit, and figured it'd go away. Hell, was I wrong! It evolved into a full-fledged kink that's been haunting me since my teens. Yeah, I explored it more, and yeah, I talked to (and talk to) different folks online about it. No, I haven't had a woman indulge me in my kink yet. No, I'm not in a relationship where I'm too nervous to reveal my occasional choice in lifestyle and attire. No, I don't want to engage in it 24/7. Just like most people, I discovered that there were (and sometimes still are) times when I really had this burning desire to just strip right down, slap a diaper around my waist, and jump right into the rabbit hole. And I mean really had this burning desire! What's that? My friends want me to go to the bar? Ohhh, no, couldn't possibly do that! It's diaper time, after all. Oh! Good morning, Mike! Let's start the morning off with wearing a diaper and using it for one purpose or another! It's like a drug, you see. I'm taken to another head space, another world, away from all the bullshit we call reality. Most of the time, my body would yearn for it, and I'd be good at keeping it at bay until I felt ready. But let me tell you something: when that urge sets in, it sets in hard. Then we move onto the other side of the coin; that feeling of disgust, of feeling like an outcast. That, “Mike, what the hell is wrong with you, you freak?!” mindset. It'd get to a point where I'd throw out my stash of diapers, delete any and all stories, videos, and images I'd stored on my crappy backup laptop, and clear my browsing history, even though I'd surf the web in private mode. And I'd walk away from it for days, sometimes weeks at a time. It wouldn't be long before the cycle would repeat itself once more. Don't ask me what made the voices manifest, because I couldn't tell you if I tried, but I will never forget the day it started. The day after my 23rd birthday, I was in rough shape. After all, a heavy night of drinking and partying with friends until ungodly hours of the morning will do that to anyone. Anyway, I had nothing planned for the next day, and knowing that, I'd planned to have a little diaper time thrown in somewhere during the day. While watching some classic cartoons (say what you will, but when I'm not feeling good, I swear they help me feel better!), a particular episode came on where the characters on the screen found themselves sent through a conveyor belt that prepared freshly hatched eggs for delivery to their families. This included powdering, diapering, feeding and burping, all that good stuff. While I'm not necessarily full-fledged adult baby, the idea of being embarrassed in such a way does excite me from time to time. That's all it took to spark my desire, and while I so badly wanted to get up from the couch, part of me also felt too tired and weak from the night before to move. That, and I knew what the end of the cycle would bring me before long. “No, stop,” I thought to myself, “I'm going to end up indulging myself, then feeling like an idiot as soon as I'm done.” Then it happened. But Mikey, look at how cute they look on the television, getting all diapered up even though they're clearly adults! How embarrassing for them! Maybe you should put one on and join them! The voice was benevolent and soft like silk, spoken by a female. It sounded like she was right up to my ear, whispering or speaking at a very low volume, and while it was kind, it still scared the hell out of me. Shooting up from my couch, my eyes widened as I yelled out a quick, “W-who's there?!”, obviously embarrassed by the mere thought of having someone watching, let alone knowing about, what I wanted to do. There was a moment of silence, aside from the cartoon continuing to play. Then it happened again. Awww, you can clearly see that squirrel is not enjoying himself being powdered and pampered by those mechanical arms! Isn't that something you've imagined, Mikey? Being all trapped in a room where the robots ignore your every plea and just diaper you and feed you, until eventually someone finds you and takes care of you herself? “What the hell?!” I jumped away from the couch, pausing the cartoon and quickly taking out my phone, checking to see if someone had pranked me. That wasn't it. I then looked around my apartment, flipping cushions and looking around the ceilings and floors for any hidden speakers. Nothing. The blinds were closed, the doors were locked, so nobody could see or get in...unless they'd slipped in the night before during my drunken stupor! But I didn't know anyone with a voice like that! Still, I searched every closet, the bathroom, the bedroom, every nook and cranny, only to find I was alone. Mikey, you went right to your closet, right where your diapers were, and you didn't put one on? Tsk, tsk. I know it's what you want. Listening more closely, a faint echo could be heard when the voice spoke. It wasn't someone in the room! Similar to how I think, the voice was an inner voice! “What's happening to me?” I whispered, running back to the bathroom and splashing my face with water. “Am I still drunk?” No, Mikey. You aren't drunk anymore. But you needn't be so tense. I am just pushing you towards where you want to be: diapered, comfortable, and maybe even a bit naughty! “Stop,” I cried, “this isn't funny!” I'm not being funny, Mikey! You know that all you want to do is take those awful pajamas and boxers off, and put one of those thick diapers hiding in your closet on. Go on, do it! You planned it for today, didn't you? “Cut it out! Who or what are you?” Why, I am the Urge, silly! Well, your Urge, to be exact. My what? What the hell was she—or it—talking about? “I don't understand! Am I going crazy?!” No, of course not. Think of me as your conscience, as it relates to your little fetish! I blushed hard at the thought, becoming flustered rather quickly. Nobody ever talked to me in such a gentle tone about anything as it related to this lifestyle, and despite the voice's calm manner, I was still uncomfortable. You are embarrassed, the voice spoke, but you don't need to be around me. I know all about you, because I'm part of you. Part of your subconscious, to be exact. “So nobody else can hear you? And where did you come from?” Not another soul, Mikey. Only you! And I already told you, Mikey. I'm from your subconscious! “You came out of nowhere, just like that?” Not much of a recollection of last night, huh? Don't worry. Your brain will put the pieces together at some point. All you need to know is that Purge-y boy and I are here for a while. “Purge-y? What the hell is that?” Tsk, tsk! Language! My complete opposite: The Purge! But you'll meet him in due time. Don't mind his voice, though...it's a bit scary! “J-just go away!” I yelled. Now, that's not very nice, coming from the guy who asked for this, is it? Oh! I fear I may have already said too much. But anywho, it's going to be a while before we leave. I might also suggest that you not shout like that, because if nobody else can hear us, you'll definitely raise some eyebrows. In the meantime, why not enjoy what you set out to enjoy today, hmmm? A nice, fresh, thick, crinkly diaper, wrapped around your waist with that powder you love. “Way to ruin the fucking moment for me.” I sighed, now focused on what The Urge had mentioned about me asking for this. Had something actually happened the night before that I didn't recall? Maybe I saw a hypnotist. Maybe I revealed my lifestyle to someone and they decided to play a huge prank on me. Or, maybe I had gone crazy after a night of drinking. Mikey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I was only to make my first appearance the next time you found yourself desiring some diaper fun. Now, if you relax and give in, I'll leave for a while, just like I do any other time! Think of me as a voice for this particular urge you get from time to time! When the urge is fulfilled, it goes away! “Now I feel like someone's watching me.” I complained. “But you're telling me if I give in, you'll leave?” Precisely! But if you don't, I'll linger for a while, unless you think you can deter yourself from indulging yourself, which I think you and I both know is near impossible for you! “Don't remind me.” I scowled. So cute when you pout! Now, chop, chop! March into that room of yours and get a diaper on! “Ugh, alright, alright, if it'll get you to shut up...” I groaned, hoping this would work. Still paranoid that this voice was watching me somehow, I stripped down to just my t-shirt, opened a fresh diaper, filled it with plenty of powder, and laid atop it, sprinkling more powder all over my body before taping up the diaper nice and snug. However, as if straight out of some cartoon, as soon as the last tape was fastened, the voice returned with a, Aww, there we go! Now you're on your way, Mikey! All ready to bounce and wiggle around in that super thick diaper, smelling that powder until you're so happy you wet yourself! I wonder if you'll do anything else in there, too? “H-hey, stop!” I growled, getting very defensive. S-sorry! Just want you to enjoy yourself! I mean, I know you will an- “Shut up!” -sorry! I'm off! Toodles! I looked around, lying on my back for a few moments, listening for any sign of the voice. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever experienced in my freaking life. And it's only the beginning of this whole freaking mess! --Chapter 2 will introduce The Purge!
  7. abdl

    Hello, I'm katelyn and I'm new to this and to the lifestyle. Ever since I started role playing I wanted to wear diapers and act like a baby. I've wanted to wet myself in my sleep. I also wanted to be treated as if I was 1 year old.
  8. Just for the sake of options, i am curious to know where everyone buys their diapers from? Who is best about using discreet packaging? So far i mostly buy from bambino, and have bought secure x plus before they were available on bambino. So what are the best sites if you live in the US?
  9. Hey guys, I have a house in Canton, Ohio with a spare bedroom that I am looking to rent out. There is already a double bed, dresser, bedside table and lava lamp in there and I'd prefer an ABDL renter to a vanilla, but i want to be clear... I'm not looking for a relationship. Perhaps some diaper play could ensue, I do wear as often as I can and I'm planning on building a nursery/playroom in the basement but I'm not looking to be a Dom, daddy, or anything like that. The house is 1400 square foot and I'm the kinda baby who does share my toys. Message me if you are interested. Preferably on Kik or yahoo messenger my name is tpmailbox3 on there. If you don't have those than a PM on here will work as well. Also my email is [email protected] Thanks and stay diapered, J.p.
  10. Hello, all you lovely people! Recently, one of my ABDL sisters brought to my attention a site for ABDL hypnosis and I wanted to share it with you. The site is called "My Little Lullaby" and it is a site where you can buy lots of different trance recordings and even order custom tracks. The tracks follow the same kind of suggestive messages you find in meditation recordings and the like and are meant to encourage ABDL behaviors you would like to have more often. I have bought the two free ones, "Sleep Like a Baby" and "Forever Young" and also purchased the "Diaper Wetting" one to see if it would help me with the mental block I often have when I need to go potty during my little time. I am very pleased to report that they both worked like a charm! The "Sleep Like a Baby" one had me down for the count like magic, and I woke up feeling very little. I was so impressed that I tried the "Diaper Wetting" one right after waking up, as I had to go potty and even though I tried lying in bed it wasn't working. This is pretty common for me, as I need to be upright to actually pee. It annoys me in little space because it just doesn't feel right to me. So I listened to the diaper wetting track and after it was over, still lying down, I relaxed and was able to wet myself right in my bed! I was ecstatic! I'll be listening to this track every time I have little space with the hopes that soon I will just be able to wet myself regularly into my diapers! The one selling these tracks, Ember, has the softest sweetest voice, and each track comes with boy and girl variants so you are being directly addressed by the gender you identify with as a little in any circumstance! I cannot recommend her enough. After being burnt so much in the past on piss-poor hypnosis tracks, here's one that really works! If you're looking for good hypnosis files, please check the site out! http://mylittlelullaby.com/
  11. David struggled, out of breath. He held the bar to his shoulder, and slowly lowered it."Done!" he said in a breathless voice, mentally adding "finally." Lifting weights was far from his favorite pastime. However, under the circumstances, it was necessary.He faced a mirror, seeing his own blue, blond hair and smooth face. He ran a hand down his right shoulder and arm. "Better," he thought, "but not great."He himself didn't care about what he looked like, and especially not about being muscular. He wasn't even sure if he could become muscular, at least not in the same way some people at the gym were. However, he also needed to fit in. While the exercise machines now being built certainly made it easier, the growing trend where people worked out regularly for appearance and fitness made things more difficult. He had free weights in his house, and would need to use them later that night as well.He passed by the front desk, nodding to two staff members at the desk, who nodded back and waved. This may be the last time he came in. He'd been there a few months, longer then he usually stayed at one gym.As he left, one of the staff members turned to the other."You see that guy?""Yeah? The quiet one?""Yes. He's been coming here almost every morning for three months.""So? He's dedicated. That's what I like.""Yeah but.. I know some people at one of the other gyms in the area, and apparently he did the same thing there before switching to this one, and someone mentioned he was at another place before that.""And?""Well... Isn't it weird he keeps switching? And...""What?""Does he LOOK like he's been working like that for a year?"...David was walking past closed shops on a downtown road. It was still early morning, and if he was lucky, he could get home before more people were out. He hated walking around when it was crowded, but hated the dark even more, so this ended up being the best time to get around. He would have to come out later, he knew- there wasn't much he could do before anything was open, and he had to get buy- but for something he could do at any point, like attend a gym, it was ideal.He stopped, his eyes going wide. He was passing by a toy store, one of his favorite spots in town. In the window was a giant brown teddy bear. He stared, pressing his face and hands against the glass. It looked... soo... soft! He loved the material they used for stuffed animals recently. He didn't know what it was, but he loved just pressing it against his face. One like this he could use as a bed, his full body covered with softness...He was already pressing on the door. It wouldn't budge. He looked down at the handle. He pressed again, angrily. He shouted and began kicking the ground. Why wouldn't it open? He looked at the door again, noticing the sign that said closed. "ERRRR" he said about to pound on the glass, then stopped. He couldn't do that in public, what would people think if he saw? It was locked, there was nothing he could do, he thought. The thought made him sad, almost tearing. He looked at the door again. He could always come back later and buy it if he thought of it, he reminded himself. Now happy again, he began skipping down the road and smiling."Drat," he said suddenly, noticing his shoelace had come untied. He knelt down to tie it."One over the other... DANG!" he said. He spread them out to restart. Sometimes he question if he should just give up and get velcro shoes, but that seemed like it would cause more problems then it solved. One thing he didn't want was questions about why he was wearing anything deemed childish."Why hello there!" a warm, elderly woman's voice said.David frooze."Are you lost? Do you need help with your shoe laces?""Ummmm..." he said, not looking up."Let me help you, then you should get on home.""Ye..es," he replied, panicking.The speaker, a gray woman with glasses, bent down in front of him. David blushed and looked around as she began to lace his shoes. He hoped no one was watching. He knew he should have said no, but he couldn't find the words, and he really did need the help..."There, all done! Now you keep practicing and you'll get it one day!""Th..thanks," he said. He doubted he would, though."Now you hurry along, little one."David blushed deeper. He remained kneeling and looked down, avoiding eye contact. Hopefully she would move on before she noticed."Are you alright? Why aren't you getting up? Should I call for help? Where are your parents?"David closed his eyes. "Drat," he thought. "Well, I'd better get it over with." He stood up and looked at her.At first she seemed surprised to find he was as taller then she was, if not by much. She then fixed her glasses, and gasped slightly. Now it was her turn to blush. "Oh... I'm sorry. Please excuse me." She went walked beside him and left, surprised to find the person she had taken for a child was a full grown adult.David sighed. It was always worse with the elderly, and especially woman. Having bad eyesight didn't help either. Anyone looking at him clearly would see him as he appeared- an adult, if with some youthful features. However, they often responded to him different on instinct. Older people with maternal or paternal instincts often felt this the strongest, while younger ones often expected him to play games. Combine that with an inability to seem him properly, and sometimes they just assumed.He put the incident out of his head and kept walking. Hopefully no one would notice.He arrived at his house. He called it his house, but it wasn't exactly a house, and wasn't really his. He lived in a section of the bottom floors of a large house that had been divided into apartments, which he rented from the owner. However, the other apartment was unoccupied, meaning he could often come in and go without anyone noticing. This, combined with its proximity to downtown, gave him everything he needed- privacy, ease of use without needing to drive, cheap price. Also, the fact that there was often someone else in the building that he knew was a reassuring thought, especially at night.He unlocked the door and went inside. He walked down the hall, then stopped. There was a sign in front of him saying "lock the door, dummy!" He kicked himself and went back and locked the door. He then went through, past the sign. He stopped again. There was another sign in front of him saying "take of your shoes." He struggled with the laces, eventually kicking them off. As he stood up there was a third sign reading "and your jacket." He took it off and through it on his chair, before scolding himself, picking it up and hanging it properly. He had a closet full of half-haphazardly hung clothes, most of which he bought after reading online about what 'a man should wear' but never actually put on, finding them too uncomfortable or just not thinking about it.He walked up a small flight of stairs and into his bathroom. It was a full bathroom, with white paneled walls reminding him not to take electronics and stuffies into the tub and what to do if anything began to flood. He faced a mirror and put a hand on his belt. He closed his eyes. He never enjoyed this part, and he was feeling anxious.He pulled down his pants then opened his eyes to see a white diaper around his waste. He reached down and felt the plastic, then ticked his toung. Wet. Second day in a row at the gym. Sometimes, if he was calm and not distracted by anything, he could go a few days dry. However, his mind tended to wander, and when it did he would never know. At the gym, when he was straining, it could have happened at any point. He couldn't always even tell afterwards, and finding it here always made him wonder if anyone in the gym or on the long walk back could tell. He shuddered at the thought.At least he wasn't messy, he told himself. He could normally avoid that one, depending on what he ate and how close he was to the bathrooms. It still wasn't perfect, and he wasn't getting any better. It annoyed him now, as modern advances meant he could get diapers that looked just like regular underwear for public use, but there was no way they'd do the job well enough. As it was, his control took a lot of effort, and he only did it when he was in public. Even then, he didn't like it. It felt wrong.He glanced down. There was another reason it took effort. Under the sink, where he stored his diapers, there was a pile of thicker teddy bear printed ab diapers with a note attached reminding him not to wear them out. The rise of the internet, and with it the availability of abdl clothing, had been like a miracle for him. He struggled a moment, the adorable images calling to him, the softness... and stopped. It already difficult to hide the white diapers, and the few times people had noticed were embarrassing enough. He didn't need to have to find a way to hide the extra thick padding or risk someone seeing his teddy bear prints.He took off the wet diaper, thew it out and got in his bath tub. He filled it, cleaned himself, and got out and left the bathroom still naked.He kept an agenda on the small square table in his kitchen, which he now opened. He used his phone to check the date and matched it. He groaned. The agenda was something he had come up with knowing that if he left himself to his own devices he would never get things done. He modeled it off of examples he had found online, letting them replace the authoritative voice of a someone who could make those decisions. He had work again today, which he despised. Why did people spend so much time doing stuff like that when there was so things to play with? But it was what adults had to do, and for now he had to live as an adult.He opened he fridge. There were rows of sweets and pastries, along with peanut butter and different jams. There were also microwavable meals, as it was the only form of cooking he could do without causing a problem, and some... other things. Being an adult also meant he had to eat certain things, which he didn't like. This was something normally someone else should take care of, he thought, someone who knew better and could decide and make him do it... but he was there, so he had to make himself. He grimaced, grabbing a sweet pepper. "One vegetable with every meal," he reminded himself. He closed his nose, opened his mouth and ate it as quickly as he could. He followed it by drinking water from his tap as fast as he could. He then grabbed a piece of cake and ate it with his hands. He shuddered. Eating healthy was annoying.He went into his bedroom. It was large with baby blue walls and a crib that had detachable rails in case someone was visiting. He had hung pictures of video game and comic book characters on each wall, as he had learned adults had art, and most of the room was filled with piles of toys and old clothes. He opened his closet and struggled to ignore his preferred side, with he soft, cute clothing he preferred. Changes in fashion meant that he could sometimes wear one peice pajamas, and it seemed soon rompers would be acceptable. He loved it when things liked that happened. However, neither was appropriate for work. He began by laying out a fresh diaper, making sure it was plain white rather then printed. He poured a liberal amount of powder on it, taped it on, and got up. He then pulled a pair of boxers over it, covering the edge and ensuring a tear in his pants wouldn't be a disaster while muffling the crinkling sound. Next was an undershirt. He put on soft green pants and the required collared shirt, which was blue and striped with white. He found this worked the best- long shirt hung over his waistline, and the undershirt was tucked into his pants in case anything rode up.He then walked back into the bathroom. He sighed. He reached under the sink, and took out the make up.He began with small lines. Tiny changes, so that if it washed off no one would notice, but enough to make a difference. He had tried more drastic changes, but that had ended in disaster after a sudden rain storm. He put lines under his eyes, emphasizing cheekbones, and making his face seem narrower. He then took a comb to his unruly golden hair and used cream to hold it in place. The result was barely noticeable, but subtly added years to his perceived age.He scowled and stomped his foot. IT. WASN"T. FAIR. He hated doing it. Why couldn't he just got out normally? He pictured his face- cherubic was the right word. He could probably play Cupid if called upon, except he didn't know if Cupid would mind. He looked at his waiste, and angrily pulled up the pants which had slid down, revealing the top edge of his diaper despite all his efforts. He'd be dressed the part too. Why couldn't he just go out as is? He had to dress in all these bizarre clothes, doing everything he could to hide the rest of them, to change his face... He began to tear again.He breathed. Throwing temper tantrums wasn't a way to convince anyone he was mature, and the tears would rinse away the make up. People had already began to question things about him, which was never good. He knew he would have to move soon, which almost made him cry again. It was necessary, though. He had to keep moving, and to hide some things. It was one thing if people began to think he hadn't aged in ten years. It was another all together if they realized he hadn't aged in the last twelve thousand.
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  19. hi boys and girls, DL in doncaster looking to meet other DL's or ABDL's. Bi not out and looking to meet others who like a warm comfy nappy on :-) Both a comfort and an arousal for me, let me know if your close, would love to meet! 6ft 2, half cast, stocky but not fat, short dark hair, clean and polite, friendly and respectful
  20. Chapter 1: The Beginning of an End Emily I had been at The Lakes for 6 years. The Lakes was the sort of place where parents would drop off kids who either were too much hassle or were in serious risk. For me though, it was the latter. All through my childhood, I’ve been abused as my parents drank, did drugs and gambled what little money we did have away. And if that wasn’t enough, every time they hit zero. It was always me getting hit and beaten. It was on this day, My 18th birthday. I was finally allowed to leave this place. They had set up temporary accommodation while I got settled into the big world. My plan was to stay just one more night so that I could say my goodbyes. I began to get ready for dinner as I always did. A quick change of clothes and time to freshen up. My last day here was coming to an end finally. I’ll admit I’m nervous, it’s been 6 years since I had seen the outside. I had packed everything during the day so I was ready to go first thing in the morning after I’d eaten. I did a last minute quick checklist of the stuff to pack and once I was certain I had everything, turned out the light and strolled down the hall to the dining hall and took my seat. Dinner went the way it always did. Fast and quiet. Still, it tired me out. I went back to my room, undressed and got into bed quickly falling asleep. Ashley I pulled up to the house at around 11pm. I knew from previous visits that everyone would be in bed by now. Security wasn’t any good once the cameras and motion sensors were down. Which as it just turns out. I just killed. I got out of the car and made my way to an open window. Checking through the window to make sure the coast was clear, I climbed in. Now I’d done my research, so I knew the girl I was after was in the room at the far end of the corridor. I also knew that once I was in, my only exit would be through the window. I Creeped up to the door and slowly opened it to minimise the creaking, I walked over to the sleeping girl and took my backpack off my back. Reaching in, I took out some rope and began by binding her hands together and then her feet. Taking a Pacifier with ribbon, I quickly gagged her and picked her up. To my surprise. She didn’t even stir. She must be a heavy sleeper. That’ll come in handy later. I took her over to the window and gently climbed out, being careful not to wake her. I took her to my car and put her in the back in a carseat made for adults, strapping her in, still asleep. I got in the car myself and began to drive home with the new Baby in the back. Please let me know what you think of the start. This is my first story involving the ABDL spectrum. Hugs and Kisses Hana xx
  21. Not sure whether I posted here or on reddit...anyways My cousin contacted me, because she's having some problems with her two boys. There fixing to be teenagers and they don't have a dad(guy gave away custody rights and is sitting in jail). My cousin knows about my AB/DL side. She kinda was the one to help me accept myself. SO..... for a while now, one of her boys(12 years old) has been wrecked by stomach problems. All that runs in the family. It was fine that he wore some sort of protection at night since his mom buys him youth sized pullups. It helps his confidence and the fact that a few times, he's had accidents at school....7th graders aren't exactly kind people. Anyways, I get a call from my his mom last night. Turns out she found a brand new package of pullups hidden in the back of his closet. She confronted him about it and he(like most of us here) broke down and told his mom that he prefers them over underwear(the protection is for when he in public or not near a toilet). "I'm like....well okay, he's small for his age....maybe those just fit better?" His mother is like, yeah could understand that,"but why did I find a I also found a pacifier hidden away with them too?....he won't talk to me about that" So yeah.....my 12 year old cousin who wears youth pullups for a legit reason, is now wearing regular huggies pullups all the time now and also owns a pacifier. Sigh....if this is to be, he's going to have it harder than I did when I was his age. And I just feel freaking bad for the kid.
  22. Hi!, Anyone in or around the Corpus Christi area? I would love to make more friends.
  23. Just letting everyone here know that I do offer in person babysitting/mommy sessions in Las Vegas. I started doing it over a year ago when we decided that we weren't having kids so this is a way for me to persue my nurturing and disciplinary side. There's a reason why my ex-husband and my husband have both naturally called me "mom." lol This page has all the info you need including what I offer, rates: Mommy Missy Las Vegas AB Babysitting Service I also offer skype to skype video sessions at the lowest rate you're going to find: ABDL Mommy skype sessions
  24. The game was fast and fierce. The players quickly covered the map, looking for animated weapons and built in cover. At the same time, they were shooting constantly, trying to hit anyone on the opposing team.However, what was even more furious was the chatter. The players shouted insults and instructions through their microphones and into the headphones of their opponents.“You #$%# CAMPER! START PLAYING THE GAME!”“PUSSY! I #$% YOUR MOM!”“ABSHLEY54s hacking!”“No I’m not. GIT GUUUUUDD!”The game wore on. One player slowly began to moving up the ranks, taking out opponent after opponent. He went by the name Olliemaus3000, and his character was a large, buff man wielding a gigantic machine gun. His profile gave a description of himself that closely matched this character, even detailing workout routines and diet plans to intimidate his opponents.Though few of the other players knew it, this couldn’t have been further to the truth. Anyone with a discerning eye and enough knowledge could probably tell the workout routine and diet plan was made up, as it was based mainly off of cartoons and a lot of it didn’t really work in real life. The author didn’t seem to realize that fire bending wasn’t a real martial art and that protein shakes weren’t the ones made with ice cream. However, only a few of his closer friends new of his real identity.That identity, of course, was of Ollie, a small, white haired and green eyed boy who, despite being of an age most went to college, still played with stuffed animals in his spare time, and despite his ‘tough guy’ façade online, probably would have been too afraid to go to a gym. With the lifestyle he lead, he had learned to avoid anyone who looked like he might be able to give a hard spanking, and gyms were full of those kinds of people. Rather than coming from his own actual personality, his ability in games came from the fact he essentially had everything taken care of at home and could spend a lot of time playing them. Also, for reasons few knew, he never seemed to need bathroom breaks. He had built up a decent reputation in these games because of it.However, his reputation was about to drastically, drastically change.He was moving his character up a ramp to high ground, which he hoped to use to his advantage.“Hey noobs! What are you doing? Cover me so I can get here? LEARN TO PLAY.”He wasn’t great at the insults, but he tried his best.His character was moments from reaching the top when he got gunned down.“#@!$” he said, loudly.“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” a loud female voice said.All the other’s heared after that was “Oh $#!%.... “ followed by an “eep” as if the person speaking had tried to silence himself. What they didn’t hear were the loud footsteps marching toward Ollie.Ollie's voice was back on the channel. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean No… I’m sorry mommy!” I promise I won’t do it gain!”At this point all other chatter had stopped as people tried to hear what was going on.“HEY! NO PLEASE NO! IT’S THE MIDDLE OF A GAME! PLEASE LATTER! NO! OW!”“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOT THAT! NO I’m SORRY! AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”The other players heard the loud ‘thump’ of headphones being thrown against the ground, then then light, quick patter of small footsteps followed by the clamping of much larger ones, as if there was a mouse being chased by a person.All playing had stopped.“What is going on?” someone asked.PATPATPATPATPATPAPTAPTPA THUMP CRRRASSSHHH… There was more running, followed by the crashing noises and loud bumps and the sound of something shattering. “YOU”LL PAY FOR THAT VASE OLLIE!” A door swung open, then was slammed quickly, and there was more screaming. “I GOT YOU… HEY! NO BITING YOU LITTLE BRAT!” a loud voice shouted.Someone else spoke up in a confident voice. “Well… Ollie lives as a sub to someone else… I think he pissed them off.” It was one of the regulars who knew Ollie.“A submissive? Really? THAT guy?”“GET BACK HERE NOW!”“AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” There were more footsteps.“Yes, he talks about it sometimes.”“Whats that mean?”“Well basically he is taken care of and has everything paid for by someone else, but he does what they say.”“Sounds like a sweet deal.”“OH GOD PLEASE OH GOD NO NOT THAT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! OW OW OW!”“On second thought, maybe not that sweet a deal.”“It’s an acquired taste apparently. He does get a lot of video games though.”"I thought he said he was some kind of professional fighter or a weight lifter or something.""AAAAAAA WAHH NO PLEASE AAAAAAAAA!""... I don't think so."The screaming had turned high pitched and panicked as the footsteps ran up a flight of stairs, then crashed down them.THMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP SLAM “OW! OOOOOO…. NO”“OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OK? Did you hurt yourself in the fall? Poor baby…” the louder voice asked worriedly.“Yes mommy, I’m ok.”“Good. Then come on.”"No... uh ohh...."There was a pause.“OW! MY EAR! HEY! THOSE ARNN”T HANDLES!”“HEY! PLEASE I”LL COME! JUST CAUSE THEY”RE BIG DOESN”T MEAN THEY”RE FOR GRABBING! OW I SAID I”D COME!”“WHERE ARE WE GO… NO PLEASE MOMMY!” NOT IN HERE! THEY WILL HEAR EVERYTHING!”The sound of the shouting had gotten much closer and now appeared to be in the same room as the microphone.“Good. Then maybe you’ll learn your lesson better,” came the reply.“No please let me keep them on… please not bare… not like AH!”There was a moment of shuffling noise.SMACK!All the other players, not intently listening, jumped at the noise.SMACK! The second was followed by a loud “OW!”The sounds continued to pick up.SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! “OW OW OW OW!”“Is he…”SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK“I think he is.”“OW OW OW OW!”The confident voice spoke again. “Oh yeah. He’s getting spanked.”SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK “OW OW OW OW I’m SORRRRRRRRY!”The game still sat unmoving as all players listened intently.“NO… NO NOT THAT! THAT’S SO GRROO MMPPHHHBRAB”“Well I’m not going to let your mouth get that dirty without cleaning it, am I?SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!The spanking had continued, getting faster and faster as Ollie’s voice turned from calling out to whimpering and cries.“Now are you going to behave yourself?” “MHMMM” came a sad voice.“Good.”“BLAHH PITU PITU!” it sounded like Ollie was spitting.“Aheh… Aheheh… WAAAHH!! I’m SORRY MOMMY!” The sounds of the punishment were replaced with Ollie’s crying. It went on a minute with few other noises save a small patting sound.“There there little guy, its ok,” the female voice said. It began to hum and sing “Mockingbird” soothingly.“Awww that’s sooo… so precious!”“Poor little guy, he sure has it rough.”“Yes. Funny he tried to seem so tough.”The crying soon became sniffling, then stopped. There was a paused for a few moments, during which the players waited, wondering whether they were going to come back.Eventually Ollie’s voice was on the microphone again.“Did… how much did you guys here of that?”“All of it Ollie, all of it.” The confident voice said.“Yes. Your “Mommy” seems nice,” one said, followed by some laughter.The strict feminine voice came on through Ollie's microphone. "Hello everyone. If you wouldn't mind waiting a moment, little Ollie here has something to say.""Noooo! Please don't make me mommy," Ollie complained."Do it!""But... but I don't wannnna! They are all my friends! It'll be embarrassing!""Do it.""But its soooo MEAN!" he whined. "I have to look tough in these games! It won't work after.""Ollie, I'm going to count to three."“I can’t count that high. I'm a baby."“Are you lying again? Should I get the soap?”“NO! SORRY!"“Onnneee!”Silence."Twooooo..."Silences."Two and a half"The sound of someone fidgeting from foot to foot, then more silence."Two and three quarters."Silence."THr""AAA! OK OK don't be mean I'll do it yeesh.""So you'll do it?""...Yes."“Yes what?“Please not here…”“Yes WHAT!?”“… Yes mommy…”More laughter, and a few awws."Hi...hi everyone.""HIII OLLIE!" They answered almost in unison, then laughed.Ollie took a deep breath then continued. (This is part 1 of 2, the conclusion will come soon.This is written with reference to the artist Pastel-Hime, who allowed me to use her character and a drawing as basis for this story.I tried writing this using a different method then normal. Rather then explaining what was happening, I wanted to imply it from the other players reactions and the sounds. I am not sure how I feel. I like that it is different and kind of silly, but it means there is a lack of visuals. Any thoughts?)