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  1. Any individuals residing around the Houston area ? I reside in League City, which is right near Kemah. I've been wanting to meet up with some of my own kind, part of the reason I joined these forums so I could interact with fellow diaper lovers and adult babies.
  2. There was a great flash like lightening, and heat filled the room. He felt himself burning and woke in panic, not understanding what was going on. All around him was piercing noise, sirens slowly twisting into screams. His breath was cut off. In the noise he wasn’t sure if his calls for help were going unanswered or simply never left his mouth. He was in the air, moving without will as he was crushed against a mass of rough brown cloth. Screams still followed, distant and barely audible under a moaning, lurching sound, but piercing into his ears and his mind none the less, and going answered. He was outside. He felt the ground under his body. The cold air cut into him after the intense heat and he fell shuddering. The screaming continued, but morphed into a moaning, crashing sound, and stopped. Noise filled the gap. People were crying. Sirens wailed. The screaming remained inside him, echoing in his mind, and mixing with the ice cold wind. Something wrapped around him and he was warm again, and he hoped to never feel that cold again. He was in another place. The cold was gone, but the screaming remained. It was a different sort, a deeper, thicker, rougher shout, but still there, and he shuddered. Steven awoke in a cold sweat. The alarm was going off, screeching for his attention. He hit the button. He would have to get that sound changed.He got undressed and headed into the shower. He turned on the nozzle, and the heat came with a loud hiss… Burning, screaming… He shook his head and removed the thoughts. He blanked them out, turning his mind to other things. He had to get up. He had to get dressed. He had his job to do and a random nightmare was no excuse not to.He got clean as quickly as he could, dried off, and got dressed. His typical black suit and tie, along with permanently polished shoes and watch. He grabbed his long coat to go with it, and headed down stairs to the kitchen. Breakfast was already waiting for him. He thanked his maid and moved out the door.He got in a car - this one was a red sports car, for every second day of the work week- and turned the ignition, preparing himself for the noise. He had paid more than enough for it, and as the salesman said “if it doesn’t wake the neighbors, its not doing its job.” He never really enjoyed it too much, but it was almost expected to own something similar where he worked. He could drive in something cheaper. No one would really say anything. They would think it, though.The engine came alive and roared loudly… Crashing, moaning…“DAMINT!” he shouted. He thought he had gotten rid of those images. Years of hard work and secretive therapy sessions should have ensured it.He could call in sick. No one would say anything, of course. He was allowed to.They would all think it though. Just like the car. His boss was on his fifteenth year without a break. His step father had gone the full 35 years before his age granted him the leniency for sick days.He cursed, and drove off.He arrived at the office twenty-five minutes early, or, as he called it, ‘late’. He walked through the long grey hallways dotted with cubical and water coolers and made his way to his office. He passed by people he knew by name and department and flashed polite, empty smiles. He opened the door and went in. He had a large, lightly decorated office with a massive desk, a garbage can and a window whose blinds he kept perpetually closed. People started drifting into the building, chatting around his office. He concentrated on his work, but the noise built until finally had to slam his door shut.The time drifted by in odd bursts and lulls. He didn’t pay it much mind, he had work to do, and wouldn’t leave until it was done.A loud screeching noise made him jump.Screaming, shouting…He looked down at his phone and lifted the receiver.“Hello is this the Henry Berran Brokers?” a shrill voice asked.“Yes, this is Mergers and Acquisitions,” he replied.“Excellent. Do you know…”Something was happening outside. People were speaking, loudly.“if that is true, should we…”He took out a pen and began copying down what she told him.The voices were getting louder. Through the closed door, he couldn’t make out what they were saying.“And then I’ll need…”He made out the sound of his senior, Michael McNaughton. He began to shout at someone. He was always shouting.Shouting, screaming…“large tubes of..”He was getting louder and louder. He could picture him, red faced…Burning, steaming…Shouting louder, louder…Screaming, calling…“place it inside…”Someone was crying.Crying, moaning…“it may hurt a bit…”He was throwing things, tearing them apart.Moaning, crashing… The last remains of sunlight cut through the blinds, hurting his eyes.Burning, cutting“But I think we are ready…”Steven shouted and through his phone from his desk. It crashed into the wall opposite of him. He stared at it, breathing heavily.Finally he ran up to it again and picked it up. The women was still speaking.“Hello? What was that? It sounded like a crash!” she said.“Sorry, I, uhh… dropped my phone,” he replied.“Alright. Well is there anything else you need to know?”“No, that is fine,” Steven said. He was sure he had everything he needed in his notes.“Aright, well, goodbye! Thanks for everything.”“No, thank you.” He hung up the phone.He stared down at his notepad. Gibberish, completely illegible.He tried to remember any detail of the call. Her name, where she worked… nothing came to mind.He tore the piece of paper from his notebook and threw it into the trash bin. Hopefully it wasn’t anything important. He thought about calling back the same number, but it would probably only lead to a directory, and that was useless without knowing the department which called.He looked at his watch. It was late, most people were probably clearing the office. Never the less, he sat back down at his desk and kept working. There was still work to do, and leaving too early would always look bad.When he finally finished it was dark. The air was cold,Cold air, howling wind… and he pulled his jacket against it. He got into his car and began to drive away.He watched the road as closely as he could. The images from the dream kept coming back, and he shook them out of his mind.He turned the radio on, hoping it would help him clear the images out.He didn’t know the station. It seemed good enough at first, people talking calmly. They were announcing a new song. It came on gently, with a moment of silence. There was a voice whispering something, getting louder, and louder..Suddenly the singer was screamingScreaming, shoutingThe guitar came blasting randomly, pouring out notes faster and faster.Moaning, burning…The drums pounded.Crashing, falling. Screaming, shouting Falling, biting Burning, chocking, Flashing, cutting Howling, whining He screamed and fumbled at the radio. He looked down to turn the nob, and didn’t notice the light changing in front of him. He sped through, and a truck smashed into the side of his vehicle.…Steven woke up again, this time to gentle singing. He had no idea where he was. He was surrounded by warmth, and felt cushions piled around him. Everything was soft and silken, from the voice to the blankets. He sank into them and wished he could go back to sleep. He hadn’t felt this way in as long as he could remember.Finally he opened his eyes completely, and saw a white tiled roof he did not recognize. He sat up completely. He looked down at himself. He seemed to be fine. He didn’t seem to be injured and couldn’t feel pain anywhere. He was wearing long white pajamas. They weren’t his own, but they were comfortable and fit perfectly. The room he was in was painted a golden hue, and had wall to wall carpeting.There was a women sitting on a chair in front of him. She had been the one singing, and stopped when he saw her.“What is going on? Where am I?” he asked.“Don’t worry about that right now. You are safe,” she replied, in a voice as soft as the cushions.“But I need to contact someone. I need to get back to work, I…” he stopped as she shushed him and put a finger on his lips.“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Don’t even think about work. It will all be alright. You are with us now, and we are going to take care of you. We will take care of everything you’ll ever need, and everything you could ever want. All you have to do is trust us.”Despite their strangeness, he felt a calm reassurance at her words. He realized he really did trust her. He nodded, and smiled. (If anyone is wondering, there is going to be ABDL material later. The story just needed some set up. So don't worry your pampered butts :p)
  3. hello. is a nice daddy out there who would like to have a son? (adult child or adult baby) to make rules cudle and thnigs like that? i would really like to be YOUR child/baby if you are a guy who likes to be a dad
  4. Author's Note: Hello everyone, I'm new to the forum, so please, let me know if I've done anything wrong, posted incorrectly, or breached some sort of ettiquete. Now, for the fun part--my story. I'm experimenting with story telling methods, and this particular method is of the choose your own adventure variety. I'm posting the first "chapter" to the story here, and you can follow the rest of the story through the links on my blog. I'd post the entire story here, but to the methods and techniques I've used with writing it, I'm not sure that there's a way to post it here so it can be read properly. Please pay attention to the warnings as you progress through the story, and keep in mind that it's a work in progress. If you see any typos or errors, feel free to let me know so I can correct them. Summary: Your name is Abigail Summers, and you have just woken up behind bars—crib bars, that is. You aren’t quite sure how you got there. Are you part of a healthy relationship, and your Daddy just carried you into your nursery when you fell asleep on the couch last night? Or were you a normal, functioning high schooler who’s just been kidnapped and forced to regress? You decide! :::: Your name is Abigail Summers, and you have a variety of interests. You enjoy texting, hanging out at the mall with your friends, and occasionally going out on dates with very cute boys. You are currently a senior at Millville High, where you are also a member of your school’s Cheerleading squad. You aren’t the star girl, but you’re pretty damn close, and that’s enough for you. You look classically American in that girl-next-door way, with a soft face, bright blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair that falls a little below your shoulders. You glance down, and realize that you are still in your favorite tight-fitting pink t-shirt, the one that makes your round breasts just out and strain against the fabric. Your nipples are hard from the soft feel of cotton against them, and you can feel a faint tingling between your legs. You wish you had a vibrator to make yourself feel even better, but you aren’t yet old enough to buy one. Or are you? That reminds you, today is your eighteenth birthday. Unfortunately, unlike your last birthday, you have not awakened to pink streamers, balloons, and a special birthday girl breakfast. Instead, you have awakened to the sturdy wooden bars of an oversized crib. There are stuffed animals on either side of you, and hanging above you is mobile, still spinning in motion. You move into a sitting position and peer through the bars to observe your surroundings. Directly across from your crib if an equally as large changing table, the shelves beneath it are packed with a variety of diapers. You can see the baby powder from here, and the baby wipes right beside it. The carpet looks plush, and new, and the walls are equally as white but covered in a variety of childish decals. There’s a yellow toybox not far from the changing table, filled to the brim with toys, and a small bookshelf lined with picture books. You are most definitely in a nursery. You glance back down and realize a little belatedly that in addition to your tight-fitting pink shirt, you are wearing a thick, padded, disposable diaper. Your brain feels a little foggy and you aren’t thinking clearly. What do you do? --->Wail like a baby and cry for Daddy. --->Attempt to escape the crib.
  5. Alex struggled helplessly in his binds. Stuck in a diaper and dress, gagged with an oversized pacifier, and with a bright red ribbon wrapped around, he could do nothing but wait. He supposed that was what he was a Christmas present for someone. The only question was for whom. It was a question that had haunted him since the day he arrived at the training institute. Like everyone, he knew there was someone paying for him. Like most, he had no idea who they were, when he’d see them, or what they intended to use him for. There were several reasons someone could end up in the institute. A scant few were volunteers- people choosing the submissive lifestyle, often for a kink, or out sheer laziness, giving up freedom to be guaranteed food and shelter rather then work their entire lives and risk homelessness. This, in Alex’s opinion, was a poor trade and a worse excuse for a career. Others seemed to think they eventually be guaranteed a place their anyway, and so volunteered. The advantage there was that they could at least pick the manner of their submissiveness, and have some control over who their eventual master was. Had Alex known that would be necessary for him, he’d have taken that route. He shifted uncomfortably in his binds, his arms getting stiff, and his diaper beginning to chaff his spanked bottom. He definitely would have. Alex, for himself, was one of the many who had been chosen against their will. Some of them had obvious reasons for going. They had committed clear crimes, were put on trial, and plea-bargained out of jail or were sentenced directly. They stood out at first in the first days at the institute. Trying to look tough, with tattoos on their arms and glares on their faces, until they realized this just made them all the more ridiculous. Alex was in a final category- those who had no idea at all why he was brought. He had simply went to bed one night after drinking at a bar, blacked out, and woken up already locked and dressed in the institute, with his form of submissiveness and master chosen for him. Many had similar stories, or were dragged from public places kicking and screaming, or got into cabs that went in completely the wrong directions… There was a long list. They were usually given a explanation. Vague allegations of minor crimes, poor behavior, a likeliness of future crimes or failures, internet search histories, having failed some kind of government test- there were plenty. Alex had a mix of these, with the same accusations of brattiness and immaturity that most who ended up in diapers got. They may be true, he knew, but he tended to believe the rumor that the institute simply needed to sell certain number of submissive to operate and did what was necessary to keep going. The government turned a blind eye and the public kept silent less they be chosen- they were fulfilling a needed service, anyway. For Alex, it was hard to argue. They seemed to know everything about him, and his trove of 'secret' stories about similar kinks was brought up time and time again as a reason. Whether they knew about them when they grabbed him or coincidently found out after searching was beyond him. Alex moaned inwardly thinking of it. The struggled slightly, hearing the tissue paper and his diaper rustle, then stopped. He glanced at the paddle beside him. Tauntingly cute looking, but sharp and painful, he had been given a taste of it earlier and threatened with more if he woke anyone up. He was a Christmas present, and just like any other gift supposedly from Santa Clause, he would not be seen until morning. Waking them up would spoil the surprise, and he had been trained to obey. That training itself had been a nightmare. When he first woke up that day long ago, he had no idea what was happening. He had woken up slowly at first, feeling a slight headach, then bolted up when he noticed he was in a strange room surrounded by bars. “No” he had thought, “it can’t be…” IN reality it was obvious- he had long known about the training program, and that the diapered subs were one of options, but like most, he had never thought it would happen to him. When it did, he did everything in his power to deny it to himself. He had quickly glanced down at himself to see he was dressed in bright pink footed pyjamas and a bulky object he later realized was a diaper. He tried to scream out, only to find his mouth full of something he later realized was a pacifier. He tried to remove it, only to find his hands were wrapped in thick, fingerless mittens, leaving them useless. He looked around himself, and confirmed his suspicions. The bars he had once thought were for a cage were in fact part of a crib, and the room was a giant nursery, decorated cutely, with a changing table, high chair, and toys all clearly intended for him. A pit had begun to form in his stomach. A woman, not much older then Alex, came in beaming. He still remembered the first words she said. “Hello, how’s my little baby doing?” She spoke in a sweet, familiar voice, as if he truly was a baby girl and there was nothing strange at all with him being there. The rest of the day had followed suit. He was offered no explanation and given no chance to ask for one. He was carted helplessly from humiliation to humiliation, unable to get out of the arms, baby harnesses and strollers that held him, and unable to speak with the pacifier in his mouth, only leaving it for feedings. That day he wasn’t even treated as a sub, but simply as a baby. Spankings or other punishments weren’t necessary yet- he was too restrained and bewildered to fight, he was simply there to learn his place. He was fed, talked to in baby gibberish or simply ignored, and changed. THAT was a memory that had stuck with him, not because of the teasing or punishment, but because of the lack there of. “Do you smell something?” one has said calmly. “I think the baby has a stinky butt” the other replied with no sign of surprise. “Check him?” Alex was bent over, his onesie undone. “Yep,” then, in the high pitched joking voice used for infants, “has the baby made a stinky? Does she need to get her butt changed? YES SHE HAS! YES SHE DOES!” The lack of mocking and teasing had made it seem all the worse, as if it was something natural that should be expected. The truth was, as he would learn, it soon would be. As Alex was lain on the floor in a main hallway and changed as the pair in front of him talked on as if nothing was wrong, he had even begun to wonder if he really was a baby, and the last few decades of his life were some bizarre dream. It seemed a better option then being a submissive. The real training had started the next day. Alex shifted again, and tried to pull his arms at least a bit loose. This position was far from comfortable, and his back was getting sore. He wondered what it said about his new masters that he was to be found this way. Did they know how uncomfortable it was? Did they want him to be sore? An answer either yes or no could mean a lot. Of course, the fact that he was chosen as a sissy baby said a lot as it was. There was something of an unspoken hierarchy at the training institute. It depended a lot person to person, but their were some general rules that could be said depended on the harshness, or embarrassment, related to the job. At the top were the merely unstated submissives. They were there to serve, with no real, and as long as they behaved were treated well. After that came the ‘animals,’ either work horses intended to pull their masters around or pet kittens and puppies, they were treated well, if condescendingly. Then came the punishment subs, there to take spankings, be degraded, and tied for their masters pleasure. Underneath them all were the babies. Some could live pretty good lives and be treated well, finding themselves essentially just living to be cuddled and coddled, but that was often not the case. It was hard to feel any sort of pride when all others were baking away from the smell of your diapers. Alex was the lowest from of these. Not just a baby, but a sissy baby and a punishment sub at that. He had become well acquainted with rope and paddles while there, and the diapers and dresses simply added a whole new level of humiliation. Alex pondered slightly. As most had guessed, if that is what his masters wanted, it did not bode well for him. Whoever was paying want him degraded as much ass possible. Most ended up living essentially as their training had done. Some, however, were lucky. They were punished and trained to a low level then brought to their masters as if being rescued, receiving love and affection, and forming a strange form of bond from the knowledge of what they were being kept from. Others got the exact opposite. Even within the categories, the harshness, strictness and length of training varied. Some masters wanted subs with fight left in them that they could spank out over time. Others would switch their subs theme upon arriving, leaving the poor, bewildered submissive confused and having to go through training again. The ones that Alex pitied the most were, ironically, barely even punished at training. Their masters wanted the opposite idea then the rest received. They were praised, given freedoms, and given rewards to build up a sense of pride that the masters could have fun breaking. They were often even given authority over the other submissives, who were told to keep mum about the poor fools fates. Sometimes they’d come back with their masters later, tears streaming down their faces, their pride shattered, their delusions gone as they were laughed at by the ones they had looked down on. Alex himself had been spanked by a few confused submissives only to later see them crawling around In diapers themselves, now bigger bawling babies then anyone, their pride making the fall all the worse. Somehow they never seemed to learn until it was too late. Alex groaned at the binds and his stiff muscles. He was beginning to feel hungry again. How long had he been there? He would have thought it was only one night, but there were no windows, and it felt like a lot longer. He prayed his masters were in the kindest category, hoping for him to see them as some kind of saviors, but he craved being untied whether or not they were. It was more likely that he was meant to be the baby he was dressed as anyway. This could still mean different things, as rumors always came back about what the babies got in the outside world. Some were treated merely as that, infants for their ‘parents’ to take care of, nothing more. Some existed for humiliation, spending long nights tied in messy diapers and over laps getting spanked in public. Some were there to work and please their masters, their clothing adding a form of mocking comedy to otherwise adult tasks. Some lived for pleasure, receiving toys and other benefits, others were deliberately denied it, being brought close to it then returned to whine and moan in their diapers. Some lived to train people to take care of real babies, used for diaper changing demonstrations, some were mascots for small sports teams and organizations or public draws to restaurants and game rooms. Others still were even given to younger people, treated as playthings, live in dolls for the amusement of children. Most did not know what it was going to be until they got there. He shuddered at the thought, and prayed it was one of the better ones. He tried to think of the cruelty of someone who would subject him to it. Could he really blame them though? He had, after all, written all those stories... but those were fiction, not reality... was there a difference? Yet there he was, an adult, diapered, sissified... The training varied from person to person, but for babies there were some general themes. The life in a nursery, the wearing diapers, and being given toys were all common. Most were fed, and most were taught to use their diapers. Some were deliberately made incontinent, being given pills and hypnosis to render them diaper dependent. Alex avoided this, though you never would tell from watching him. A messy diaper around his waist was a common theme in his life. Like all babies, he slept in a crib, and was taken care of like a baby in his ‘home.’ This home was the residence while he stayed in the institute. As usual, he was the only baby there. The other themes were represented similarly, there were pets, work animals, slaves, sissies, and other kinds of submissives, but rarely more than one or two of each at a time. There were also groups of non submissives who went in and out of living there like a hostel, and more still that came by and paid to gawk and laugh. They usually paid to see due to their own sadistic kinks or schadenfreude, and the fact that they beleived the people there had earned their punishment made them all the more vicious in their laughing and teasing. This was for a serious, if subtle reason. If the submissive felt rare, and they were constantly faced with a new group of people, it kept the helplessness and embarrassment of their situation fresh. As had been explained to Alex, the reason a sissy male was embarrassed to be in a dress was because men didn’t wear dresses. If Alex had spent his life surrounded by other sissy babies, eventually it wouldn’t seem to be strange at all. From the ‘homes,’ the submissive would be taken daily to training, this time along with the similarly dressed brethren. As a sissy baby, Alex would join a long and often smelly line of grown adults in diapers, feeling absolutely ridiculous as they were paraded, all holding a rope like children, toward class. Once there, they were trained as a group, with variations for their individual master’s desires. They would be given kindergarten like classes on basic subjects to reduce them and bring their thinking to that of a babies. Sometimes they’d deliberately be given fake information, being forced to learn math wrong or memorize a made up alphabet. They’d then be tested on it, and have their place hammered home when they failed tests seemingly made for children. From there it was more kink related training. They’d be taught to be submissive, with a long list of humiliating and painful punishments, from spankings and being tied up, to more childish such as time outs and mouth soaping’s. They were trained to behave as their masters wanted, forced to crawl around, play with children’s toys, and mess their diapers. They were even trained to act up from time to time, practicing throwing tantrums or acting as brats. Some were slowly rendered incontinent, some were given potty training which was deliberately made impossible, then told they were in diapers because they failed, and others were simply ignored until they messed themselves, and at times kept in them until they were used to the feeling. Whatever a master wanted, he could get, and the trainers bet their careers on making it happen. Alex wasn't given a chance. There was no effort to untrain or to pretend to train. This, he figured, meant whoever he was going to meet in the morning wanted someone who was able to control their functions, but still used to diapers. Did that mean they intended to some kind of joke potty training routine? Was it meant to be successful, with him finally getting out of the childish undergarments, or not? Would they go the opposite route, subjecting him to hypnosis and bizarre diets? He doubted that one, if they wanted that they could have done it already. There was a chance they'd keep him in diapers but let him use the toilet, or present themselves as the saviors of the degradation he had suffered... It was possible, and he hoped for it, but he had learned not to hope for too much. Something told him that wasn't the case. The most likely was that they'd keep him in some variation of what he had before- continent, but with no way to tell that based on what he wore (or, he thought blushing, he smelled like), giving them control over when it happened and whether or not he'd be punished... he shuddered. What else could tell him what to expect? So this one is a bit different then my others. I'm sort of experimenting with a different structure. Rather then having a normal narrative or much dialogue, it is a series of settings, with the plot hopefully coming through. That is because it is supposed to be the Alex (myself) remembering what happened to him as he lies in bondage. I figured memories tend to be more like vague snapshots rather then having a lot of details, so I tried to write it like that. If it didn't work, it is basically the story of Alex's will being broken as he waits for his captors. BTW, this goes with this picture: http://swabbs.deviantart.com/art/The-Gift-That-Keeps-On-Giving-Dress-Clean-652281997 by Swabbs, with his permission. Le me know if there is an issue with me posting that there, I will remove it.
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  8. Hey guy & girls, I recently ordered from abdlfactory.com I ordered a lot of one-off samples of different nappies I'd never heard of. I must say, a load of these samples are absolutely wonderful! I haven't tried them yet, but a LOT of them feel as though they ought to get more appreciation in the AB / DL worlds.... There's one in particular called the 'Foresite AM-PM' nappy, and it's an EXACT REPLICA of the old Comficare nappies and is HUGE, yet you never hear of recommendations of this nappy.... It may possibly by because they look a little medical and thus don't get prominently advertised to the AB / DL communities but I swear.... people are missing out on proper wonderful nappies! Like, these are probably even cheaper than regular nappies as they seem to be selling to the incontinence market, not the AB / DL markets... I would not hesitate to buy a pack of these along with MANY of the other brands I ordered.
  9. Hi! So, I joined this site two years ago because I love reading the stories and role plays on here. I haven't properly introduced myself or at least I can't remember if I have or not. Lol. So yeah. You can can me Yuni, Sparkles or whatever you like. I live in Queensland, Australia and I'd love to meet other Aussie ABDLs and furries. I'm into a bunch of different kinks, all or most being non-sexual. If you want to know if I'm into something and would write it or role play it with you, just ask. Also, I love cats. They're my favourite animal.
  10. Hi I'm kikipooh. I'm here to be honest with who I am and what I like and be me, even when I don't know what me is.
  11. Hiya folks! I have been a DL for many years and have only recently started exploring (and really enjoying) being an AB. This change has occurred largely because I started dating a woman several years my senior, and, though she had never before been into diapers and such before now, she finds both great emotional satisfaction and sexual stimulation from playing the role of mommy for me. In recent years, I have been gaining some enormous insights into my own psychology in other ways, and have been finding that through my AB experiences that I am gaining yet more. I believe I can at this point shed at least some light on why I am an ABDL, and I thought this might be illuminating to others with AB tendencies seeking to understand themselves as well as an interesting topic for discussion. A good primer for a psychological discussion on infantilism may be found at http://littleab.com/abinfo.html, it is actually the one from the now defunct DPF website that seems to have been borrowed. My own case is different than those discussed, but there are important notions discussed here. Basically, I believe that I am an AB primarily because of elements of how my psychology developed in early childhood. My mother and I had an unusually close emotional relationship throughout my childhood; she was my best friend through much of it, and a needed defender from my rather angry and violent older sister. She was also a juxtaposition to my father, who was rather emotionally distant from both she and I (and pretty much everyone). He was also in many ways married to his work, and thus not around much. In some ways, it might be said I took over my father's proper role of emotional support for my mother far too young, indeed I was to take over most elements of the "man of the house" role somewhat younger than appropriate. My parents remained married until I was 14, but they were not close through that whole period to my recollection. My dad does not really know how to relate to people emotionally even now, so you could say that he is incapable of being close to anyone. This is due to his own psychology, and as such blame is inappropriate. He was never an abusive man nor a Mr. Macho, and I've never really doubted that he loves me. He just finds emotional matters very difficult to express and to receive, and as such I pity him. I think in some ways we are closer now than we ever have been, which is still not that close... As for ABism, there are several factors discussed above that play into it I think. I am told I was resistant to potty training; it was not achieved until I was almost 3 and then with a threat to keep me out of pre-school. I think this resistance was partly due to the prospect of losing that special bonding ritual of the diaper change with my mother, partly due to not wanting to be "big boy" if that meant being like my father, and partly because of a third factor I have yet to mention. In my study of myself and my childhood, I have discovered what appears to be a power relationship between my mother and myself that I have until recently been unaware of. The child depending on the mother emotionally is natural; the mother depending on the child emotionally is probably not so. Whether or no, it gives the child power over the mother he or she would not usually have. What do you suppose happened when that power was challenged by the first time in life anything was really expected of me? There were of course other manifestations to this "I don't want to grow up" mentality, many of which persist to this day. I was big into stuffed animals rather long into my childhood, for instance; I slept with a stuffed killer whale into my 20's (still not sure why I stopped, saved a perception that girlfriends might find it unmanly). There are also numerous examples of how I psychologically try to duck adult responsibilities, often with disastrous results. There are elements to my maternal relationship that are similar to (though surely not the same as) sexual abuse, especially if you factor in the freudian association of mother and lover (I am male, so the more so). I'd swear she was more than a little jealous of my first girlfriend (which seemed strange at the time), and it was about then that the closeness we had once enjoyed came to a close. I do not for a moment believe my mother meant me any harm by anything she did, or even realized the potential for such. But as a human being and a woman in a loveless marriage, an offer of real intimacy from someone she'd be expected to be intimate with on some level anyway was probably irresistible. She has her own psychological scars that left her open to such a thing, and, though I perceive harmful effects to some parts of our relationship, it is far more useful to correctly perceive what happened than it is to lay blame. We are still pretty close today, and we discuss these things (not the AB side of it!) I am finding being an AB both instructive and therapeutic. My "mommy" is in some ways like my mother, indeed my lovers always have been in one way or another. If people get into this thread, I'll post more about her psychology, but suffice it to say she is a willing and even enthusiastic mommy. In playing out the baby role (toddler, actually) moreso than ever before, I am able to perceive a similar affection and power relationship to the one I must've had with my mother at that age. Marvelously instructive! It's therapeutic in the sense that if I'm allowed to be a complete baby sometimes, I can be a more complete big boy when dealing with the big bad world. So, what do you folks think? Anything ring a bell about my story, or possibly you can offer a different analysis? We can discuss me, but I'm really interested in YOUR ideas about where YOU think YOUR AB tendencies come from. Look forward to reading about it! Oh, and feel free to ask questions, make comments, etc. I will post more if we get a good discussion going!
  12. Rosy,a girl around 24 losing her job as a space flight engineer, and having to return to her birth planet: Earth. Once there, she can no longer afford to keep her family in good standing with the goverment. SO in a last desperate attempt to save her family for the debt camps, she comes to see me. I'm Zeake Lafayette, a powerful crime lord who owns the Black Silk cartel, an illegal trafficking organization that spans several light years of human controlled space. But Rosy knows I have a sweet spot for girls in dire situations..... what she DOESN'T know is that my price is several years of slavery as my personal diaper pet. (If this intrigues you, Message me, or post a response) (Also, If this was the wrong place to post something like this go ahead and tell me, I'm all for learning! )
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  18. Do you eat a specific diet. I am a vegan, have been for going on 5 years and before that I was a vegetarian for 10 years. I was wondering if there are any other AB/DL, Mommies or Daddies that are vegan or vegetarian?
  19. Jack woke up slowly. He glanced at the alarm clock beside his bed. 6:55. Five minutes until it went off.Smiling to himself, he reached over and turned the alarm off. He then looked down at the girl who was lying beside him. Brown haired, fairly tall, muscular, angular face with high cheekbones, and above all beautiful, Steph was the girl of his dreams. She was perfect. Well, except perhaps for one thing, some would say. As far as he was concerned, that was only debatably a flaw. Jack, himself a well built, tall and brown haired man, would probably debate the other side.As the clock neared seven, he bent over and put a hand on Steph’s shoulder. “Good morning baby girl,” he said, “its time to wake up.”She stirred slowly, smiling.“Come on little one, the sun is up! Don’t let the day go away.”“I don’t want to,” she said gruffly, but still smiling.“Awww well that’s too bad little one. You have to go to work.”“Says you, you’re just going to go back to bed.”“And whose fault was it for booking shifts on the weekend so you could go out on a weekday?”“Five more minutes?”“No. Come on, don’t be a brat.”With that, he picked her up and sat her in his lap and kissed her. She snuggled in close. She wiggled her bum over his legs, making a quiet crinkling sound. He turned on the bed side lamp, flooding the room with light. The large wooden bed they slept on was surrounded by a desk, night table, and deep red walls.“You awake now?”“Mmhmm” she nodded.“Good. Then it’s time for a diapie check.”She sat up straight and began to push away. “Hey no! Don’t be mean! Jack, no! I can do it!”“Come on baby girl, if you could do it yourself you wouldn’t need them. Don’t try to hide your widdle accidents.”She struggled half heartedly, pushing for a moment before letting him lay her down again on her back, not really trying to stop him. She folded her arms and made an attempt at a glare that thinly disguised a smile. “I can do it” she mumbled.“Sure you can,” he smiled. Slowly, he pulled down her cotton pyjamas bottoms to reveal a white diaper.Jack looked at it a moment. “Hmmmm… I think we can both guess what the answer is going to be,” he said. Steph blushed, still smiling, and looked away. “But I guess I can give you the benefit of the doubt. Even if it’s just to make you feel better.”She stuck her tongue out at him, and he replied with the same.Jack reached forward with his hand and felt the bottom of her diaper. “Yep, that is one wet diaper little one. Poor little diaper girl, never learned to use the potty I guess.”“Hey!” she whined, “it’s only at night!”“Sure it is Little Ms. Potty Pants. And never mind your excuses. It’s still more then you’re supposed to at your age.”“Don’t be mean! I can’t help it! It’s not fair to make fun.”“Oh yeah? Then why do you smile every time I do?”She struggle a moment, trying to frown, but her lips kept moving up. “Shuddup,” she said. Then, her smile turned a bit darker. “Maybe there is something I know that you don’t know.”“Uh huh. Apparently “how not to be a pants soaking diaper girl” isn’t one of them. That’s something I know but you don’t. Come on, let’s get you changed.” He stood her on her feet, patted her bum, and led her by the hand toward the bathroom. The bathroom was attached to the bedroom. It was black tiled and grey walled, and had the full sink, toilet, shower and bath, with a few long mirrors along the wall.“Heh! I can do it myself!” she said, pulling.“Sure you can. You can also wake up to the alarm every morning rather than my kisses, but we both know you prefer it this way. If you didn’t want me to change you, you’d have stopped me some time in the last 8 months we’ve been doing this.”“Fine,” she said, and lay down.Carefully, he undid the tapes on her diapers. “Tsk tsk little princess, supposed to be all grown up, and still getting your soggy diapers changed. When are you going to grow up and learn to use the potty?” He wrinkled his nose.She made a face that was between a glare and a pout, but the smile was coming through.He continued. He was taking as much time with it as he could. He opened the front of her diaper and wrinkled his nose with an exaggerated disgust. “Jeeze. I bet the entire house would smell better if you did, stinky girl. Look how soaked this is! If it wasn’t for your little baby pampers, we’d of had to through the bed out.”“You know, it’s not nice to make fun of medical conditions. You better be careful!”“Oh, and why is that, smelly girl? What’s gonna happen, one day your wet your diaper-wipers too much for me to handle?” He wrapped up the used diaper and through it out.“I’m just saying, bad things sometimes happen to people who do stuff like that. People don’t like it, and they want to get back at them.”“Sure, sure baby girl. You can’t even get by without me changing your huggy-wuggies. I’m not afraid.” He began cleaning her with baby wipes.“Well, Karma happens, it’s all I’m saying. And stop calling them that! You sound ridiculous.”“What? You don’t like me teasing you with the names of your cute little pamper-wampers? I don’t think the girl who just got her huggy-wuggies should be calling anyone ridiculous.”“They are Dry-24/7s and you know it. Adult diapers, not baby diapers.”“Uh huh… Pretty sure that’s an oxymoron. They are definitely your widdle baby diapoos.” he stopped. He reached inside the pack and took another out, then studied it carefully. “You know… since you’re such a potty pants baby, I’m not sure if I can let you go to work in normal undies. I think you should be in your diapers. Just in case.”“Oh really?” she asked dryly.“Yep. I think little babies who wet themselves should be in diapers 24/7, just like the name says. In fact, I think I should put your bum right back into diapers right now and send you off like that, crinkling away. Then, if anyone noticed, they will know that you’re a little baby potty pants. Seems fair to me.”“Alright.”“What?”“Do it. Diaper me up. I agree. Like you said, little babies who wet themselves should be in diapers 24/7. Totally fair. ”He looked at her questioningly. “You’re serious?”“Yep. Like you said, I clearly need them.”Jack wasn’t sure what to do. He had been teasing her, as he often did. Normally they moved on, kissed, than repeated the joke the next day. He never expected her to actually tell him to do it, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. What was she up to?“Well? Are you going to diaper me or not?”“Sure, if you want it. I’ll diaper your bum little girl.” He grabbed the powder.“Buut…”“Here we go,” he rolled his eyes. He knew there would be something else.“BUT,” she emphasized, ignoring his remark. “If I wear this to work, then I get to decide what you wear today.”“So you’ll just put me in diapers? No deal.”She giggled. “No, no. I have a different idea for you. You’ll be wearing my clothes. My NORMAL clothes. Don’t worry, I’m not going to put you in diapers this morning.”He leaned back and thought a moment. “So you’ll wear a diaper to work, and all I have to do is cross dress at home?”“Yep.”“Where no one can see me?”“Yep.”"Why would that be worth it to you?"She shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know. I guess you'll have to wait and find out."He looked at her, then at the thick white garment in his hand. Was this some kind of trick? She seemed pretty eager... but this was the sort of game they often played... What was she planning? He thought a moment more. “Alright, deal” he said. They shook hands.(Part 1 of 4, comments and critiques are appreciated)
  20. I am a 25 gear old male who is more a DL. Looking to meet other ABDL interested people in Cincinnati. If interested, I can be reached through this website.
  21. Hey, being an adult baby means something different for everyone, and so everyone will act a little differently than another AB. I've seen people talk about how they dress for different roles or ages, but what kind of mental personality do you find yourself taking? I'll use myself as an example. When I get little I can act and think as well as when I am in "adult" mode, but I just do it in a more childish way. This is how I usually am when playing with other littles, caretakers, or in any group setting. However if I am in a more private/personal situation, with just me and a partner I feel safe enough to go deeper into my little mode. I become super reserved and quiet and am literally on the verge of crying. Kind of like a child who is being comforted from getting his toe stubbed a few seconds ago. It's not a sad crying, I just seem to tear up when super little. So I was wondering what other kinds of AB personalities are out there. I myself have seen a few and they are all very unique. I've seen the loner who sits a little away from the group and keeps to themselves, the loud baby who is cheery and always looking for attention, the mischievous one who is always looking for ways to get into trouble, and the sleeper who is always napping or in a near sleeping state. What kind are you?
  22. Hello there! this is a post aimed to people who: Live with their parents, live with roomates, or overall, don't live alone at all. How many baby things have you lost or have been caught by the people surrounding you? I think this is an interesting topic and a way to let out some steam... For example here are some stories of mine: I've bought a boy pacifier and I always was hiding it but suddenly I forgot about that and my mom found it and she thought it belonged to my baby cousin so she gave it to my aunt and I was like: And also 3 years ago when we lived in a house that wasn't surrounded by houses I used to hide diapers in the empty terrains (there were bushes and debris) but once I went to look for them and they were gone! someone stole them! Anyway, I hope to hear your stories.
  23. An ongoing WIP project by Young'N'Rebellious! I've divided the following into 4 categories - Ideas (To be split into Fun Ideas and Punishment Ideas), Activities, Things To Say (To be split into Positive/Reassuring Things and Not So Positive/Teasing Things), and Advice & General ABDL Info/Knowledge. Feel free to comment anything you feel needs to be added or is missing! Hope this helps somebody as much as it has my own Daddy! I will update this Compendium as I add more stuff and make new revisions! Credit to friends, followers, life experiences, myself & personal ABDL experiences, and most notably amazing sources like ABDL Dad's very well written blogs and like-wise materials! IDEAS: * Stand outside the bathroom whenever your little one goes potty if he’s not padded at that time, then ask him if he made it in time and check to make sure he did before praising or scolding him accordingly! * Act like your boy is too big for diapers until he gives you a -reason- to put him back in Diapers, Pull-Ups, or Training Pants! * Often ask your boy if he has to go potty, or if he “already went.” Whether he’s diapered or not (more ESPECIALLY if he’s not…) Even better if you can get away with it in public, and -always- ask before or when going anywhere. * If he has to go, ask him how bad and if its an emergency. * Ask him whether he wants to try and be a big boy or to just use his diaper or “have an accident”, give him the choice to try and be a big boy, then go along with it, whether he decides to succeed or to fail at it. * Before you let your ABDL boy rush out the door, have him stop and then check his clothes carefully. Fix the belt on his jeans. Adjust his diaper so that it shows just slightly above the waist and then pull his shirt down carefully over it. Give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him how wonderful he is and how adorable he looks. * If your little guy can’t wear diapers in the day, have him carry a Pull-Ups in his back pack. He might complain that someone might see it or find it. Assure him no one will ever notice. He may never even look at it, but knowing that it’s close at hand will give him a sense of security. * Instead of regular underwear, surprise your little with a pair of training pants! * Slip a pacifier into your boy’s pocket on the way out the door, imagine the blush when he reaches into his pocket and finds it! * If your boy wears a watch, take some diaper tape and attach it around the band. Call him later in the day and ask what time it is. If anyone knows that it’s no ordinary tape it will be him – you’ll hear the smile right through the phone line. * Most important of all, when your boy gets home give him a super long hug. Then say “let’s get you changed”. Don’t turn it into a big production… just “let’s get you changed” is enough – it says that Sunday wasn't some special day all its own and that even though there’s a whole world of things to do he’s always his daddy’s little boy no matter where they are or what they’re doing! * Punish your boy for having a potty mouth, not just for having potty pants (if even…) * Pretend potty-train your boy even if you know he’s gonna use his diaper and have Onpurpsidents anyways. * Change your boy’s diaper when it leaks whether he wants it changed or not, and if he puts up too much of a fuss put him on time out! * Find ways to subtly make your boy feel little in public, it always makes their cheeks turn so red and adorable! * Set a Bedtime even when he wants to talk or play. * Try to get him to do something “little” (like ride a carousel for example.) Or have him do 2 random sporadic things a day that a cub would do impulsively and reward the behavior. * Punish your boy for sticking his tongue out. * Make your boy sit on Time Out in the corner and think about what he did in his wet or messy diaper or clothing. (with consent) * Bounce your boy on your knee * Give you boy discrete Diaper checks in public * Whisper loving things into your boy’s ears * * * * * * * * ACTIVITIES: * Read a story to your little! * Feed you boy a bottle of milk (Preferably warm, maybe sweetened too!) * Take him to a Park to play * Teach him how to do something new * Let him help with something (Cooking, Laundry, etc) * Snuggling! * Take your boy to the mall * Watch Childhood Movies and Cartoons with him. * Go see a Movie with him. * Play games with him. * Put a puzzle together with each other (Not one with too many pieces though, that’s too hard and the smaller piece may be choking hazards! ;P) * Color pictures together * Catch bugs together * Go Fishing together * Pretend Potty Training (Play along and encourage them, whether they decide to succeed or fail.) * Give your boy a bubble bath * Build a blanket fort together * Go Hiking in the woods * Take a camping trip and let your boy enjoy nature as a little, free of worries, and pants! * * * * * * * * * * * THINGS TO SAY: * Call your boy names he likes that make him feel little, blush, or embarrass him. * Remind him how little he is! * Often remind him how little you -think- he is * Tell him how much he means to you! * Remind your little what he needs your help doing! * Randomly ask your boy if he has to go potty. * Ask your boy if he can hold it or if its an emergency * Randomly ask your boy if he had an accident, even if you know he didn’t. * "Let's get you changed." * “Be a big boy and hold it, or not, daddy wont tell anybody and will get you cleaned up/changed.” * “I swear to god if you poop your pants…” * “Did you poop your pants?” * “Come here, are you wet again already?” * “You purposely didn’t make it didn’t you?” * “Its okay, accidents happen! Let’s go get you cleaned up/Changed.” * “You’re not going to bed without a Diaper on!” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ADVICE & GENERAL ABDL INFO/KNOWLEDGE: * Kiss him on the forehead * Tickle him! * Blow raspberries on their tummy! * Tease your ABDL boy but not too much or too harshly. * Smile at your boy a lot * Give him reassurance * Pat and touch their diaper a lot * Establish your own set of rules and consequences for him. * Don’t make cracks about body hair, it ruins the immersion and fantasy! * Don’t let or make your boy dress himself, that’s Daddy’s job! * Try to let him choose his outfit, I know Daddy needs his fun too sometimes but freedom to be himself and comfortable is an important priority. * Let your boy sit in your lap or on your leg/knee. * Punish your boy when he’s naughty or bratty. Time Outs are a great and reliable alternative to Spankings. Little Boys HATE Time Outs. * Be stern but don’t overdo it, show you still care about them and are loving! * Baby talk your boy but don’t overdo it, just make them feel loved and cared for. * Light touching and eye contact is important to intimacy. * Give your little guy a safe, trusting, and caring space in which to express his little side. * Make sure your boy knows what he did if he poops or pees his pants, it makes them feel so little! * Most ABDL have had a rocky background and are full of insecurities * Make sure your boy leaves padded so that he doesn’t have an accident in public! (Not a noticeable one anyways… accidents still happen.) * Hold onto him, don’t expect him to hold onto you, he’s the young boy, he’s the insecure one who need’s your loving embrace and reassurance! * Check on him during naps and maybe give his diaper seat a reassuring rub. * If you wake up at night for any reason, check on your boy and rub his diaper a little and check it before going back to bed. * Change your boy as frequently as needed, maybe more if he enjoys Diaper changes a lot! * Check your boy’s diaper constantly (At least twice an hour), whether he needs it or not, it makes him feel secure and cared for! It also Keeps him reminded of what a little boy he is for not being able (or choosing not to) to keep his diaper dry or clean. * -Always- get your little dressed/changed for bed and tuck him in! Make sure his plushie is in his arms and his paci is in his mouth! Don’t forget to check under the bed and in the closet for monsters! Check his diaper one last time, just for the heck of it, and if he’s already soggy, tease him a bit so he falls asleep feeling little. *It goes without saying that little boys always want to act like big boys even though they need you to help them feel little! Your little boy might Smoke, Drink, Vape, or be a recreational drug user. You are NOT the police, don’t act like it! Decide together what adult habits and vices you are okay with and which ones your little is allowed to have during “Little time”. People often can’t let these vices go no matter how regressed they become so keep that in mind, don’t make your little feel ashamed or self conscious and ruin his immersion/fantasy because of these vices. * A lot of littles like remaining wet or messy for some time, so there doesn't need to be a rush to change them unless it goes against your personal preference, smells exceptionally ripe, or they ask! * Some littles even enjoy leaking, and wear their dark spots proudly as badges! * It’s not just the diaper that connects him to you. There’s something incredibly powerful and special about being in his diapers, and it is an explicit and needed connection in his relationship to you. * Little boys like to try to be big boys and not tell you when they have to go potty, and they might end up having an accident. When they do, do not scold them but tell them you are proud of them for trying to be a big boy and then change their clothes and clean them up and if possible, put them in a clean Diaper! * Make diaper changes significant; don’t be a robot! Changing a diaper becomes like riding a bike at some point, but that doesn’t mean a Daddy should abstain from talking to their little, teasing them, or letting them help by holding the wipes (careful with giving them the powder though!) * Make eye contact and smile during diaper changes, this makes your boy feel reassured and safe, and reminds him you care and want to get him all cleaned up. * Sometimes little boys have accidents in their big boy pants around the house. If the carpet or furniture gets wet, don’t be angry with your boy! (Unless he did it on purpose!) Remind him that he was a good boy for trying to hold it like a big boy. After you change him, just wipe up or dab the wet spot with a clean damp towel and turn a fan on in the room. The wet spot from his accident will air dry overnight and the moving air from the fan will prevent the area from smelling like a urinal/bathroom. * Do not display unsettledness over furniture or floors, you don’t want your little to feel like you’re prioritizing a couch or strip of fabric before him and his emotional/core needs… * Diapers were not designed to be soaked. No matter WHAT a daddy does he should never get angry at his son for a wet couch, carpet, or clothes. A boy should know that it’s safe and right to use his diapers in what ever way he needs to, and creating any shame around leaks will will make it tougher for the little guy to feel that he belongs in his diapers or might make him nervous to use them.YOU should have asked him if he had to pee and if so how much. And YOU should have known how wet he already was, It’s not his fault so bare no anger. * When cleaning ups leaks, place paper towels over the wet spots before smiling warmly and taking your little to change and THEN wipe or dab up the wet spot all the way and let it air dry! You don’t want your little to feel as though you’re more worried about a couch or rug than them, that can easily make a little feel less important and self conscious. * Sometimes, a wet spot on his bum while in public might be a little embarrassing, but daddy should both provide reassurance and have back-up plans in place – a sweater wrapped around the boy’s waist if it’s serious, a reassuring pat on the shoulder and diapered bum for those “maybe people will notice or maybe not” moments, and a spare pair of shorts or jeans in the diaper bag if it’s a longer day out. * Whenever you take your baby boy anywhere, always bring a bag or backpack with 2 spare sets of clothes and at least 2 fresh diapers, a spare pair of shorts or jeans, as well as wipes, clean hand towels, and powder! You should be ready to discreetly change your little boy anywhere at any time. Even if you don’t use the travel bag, he gains reassurance and feels more little just from you having it around! * Moderation is key, drowning a little in affection all the time can tend to become a chore for both of you after a while, but everyone has their personal limit! * Make sure your boy has his Paci or Stuffy during diaper changes! Or at the very least ask them where they are. * Your boy has a literal list of Core Needs that need to be met. Its both of your job to find out what they are and how to meet them! *If more needs are going unmet than are being met it can affect them negatively emotionally, causing depression, anxiety, or even turning the relationship toxic. * Part-Time Daddies with family, friends, and jobs have it rough! Most ABDL boys long for a full time, living together companion who can be there day and night to respond to their mood shifts and needs as they go in and out of phases and different emotions. Not someone for whom they are their “secret life”, but someone for whom they ARE their life, an equal partner, without shame, secrecy or the closet. Someone with whom they can set them self free with and truly be them self with 24/7/365. Someone who brings out their favorite things about them self and isn’t ashamed of those things. * Not every day will be a walk in the park. If every day was the same or predictable, that would be the same as flat-lining. Hiccups are a sign life; Disagreements happen, fights are a thing, and growing pains are common. Never forget that beyond all these roles are two human beings trying to grow closer. Always keep adventuring and be open to experimenting & experiencing. -Always- keep communicating. The goal should be to integrate the daddy/little dynamic into your life together. Trust in yourselves to find a balance that works for both of you! * Remember that being in a relationship with a Little is as valid and meaningful as any other type of relationship. The Daddy not only has to be the keeper of ALL of his boy’s needs, but also treat him with the unconditional love, respect, and trust as you would -any- relationship. * Remember the ABDL community is a small one, and your Little Boy may want to have other Little friends, as well as other older friends. Remember not every relationship MUST be monogamous to be healthy. Talk honestly with your Little Boy to learn each other’s boundaries regarding interacting with other Littles or Adults. Work together to decide what is right for YOUR relationship, be flexible, never judgmental, and always love your little unconditionally. Remember wherever he might go play and no matter what he will -always- love you the most and come back to be with you! * If your living situation is such that you don’t have your Little Boy living WITH you, remember that even out on his own doing every day adult things, that he still needs to know you are his Daddy and you love him and are there for him! Make a plan with your Little Boy on days you aren’t together to be in touch by voice or text or IM in the morning, at mid day, and at night. Make a schedule that works for you both. NEVER go to sleep for the night without having talked with him, and sleep with your ringers on. ALWAYS be reachable for each other! * * *
  24. Ive been active in the ABDL (Adult Baby Diaper Love) community for over a decade and even embraced the lifestyle that has been adapted into my identity. Basically, I'm seeking an ABDL girlfriend aka Little. A woman thats into regression and diapers. Open minded, quirky, playful, affectionate. Within the age range of 25-35 and lives anywhere within the SF Bay Area. As you can see in my profile pics, I have the appropriate accommodations since my apartment is a giant nursery as that contains a Queen size crib, large play area, lots of toys, and plenty of diapers. With that said, lets get a conversation going and see what develops. Hopefully we can start 2016 on a positive note since this year has been extremely lonely with nobody to play with.