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  1. Healing wounds

    Hi this will be different to most stories here I think and I would like to emphasize that there will be no "daddy" role here I will try to keep it as "realistic" as possible with the hope that people like this do exist out there . Wetting diapers etc will be plenty humiliation and abuse however only in flashbacks hope you will like it ps sorry for the bad English Court house ND Sunday 4:30 pm fall Chris Reynolds sat on a bench looking at the kid questioned by the judge . "My god " - he thought - "how did this ever happen. 2 months ago someone would have told me I have a kid running around I would have laughed . But this is insane. This can't even be happening ." He was mad. At whom he wasn't sure . Himself ? He should have made sure that 1 time before he enlisted with his childhood sweetheart didn't lead to anything . But really what guy keeps track of what happened to a girl he dated when he was 17? His fathers family ? Well all they ever did was lie. So he found out when he turned 18 and his long dead mother showed up at his boot camp. Patricia ? She could have bothered to tell him she was pregnant with his child ! Sure she was only 16 and probably under the influence of his family . The thoughts raced through his mind but something in the sadness of the brown eyes of that child wouldn't let go of him . He can't be a father, he never wanted to be one. He had his carrier succeful actor. Hollywood loved him . This could easily ruin him. His lawyer , also one of his closest friends told him that the minute the paternity test came back positive . But still something in him just couldn't sit there and watch. He knew if he wouldn't do something he will never live with himself . " I m sorry your honor , but maybe I have a better solution " - he stood up looking at the woman in the cape who looked rather annoyed than happy he disrupted her sentencing . "What the hell are you doing ?! Are you crazy sit the hell down " - Theo wishpered angrily , his loyal lawyer who sat quietly by his side tried to pull him back down to the bench but he wouldn't budge . "Yes Mr Reynolds ? What solution is that you claim to have for us " the woman's voice was rather strained but Chris was not the type to break a sweat over a woman's annoyance , no matter her status. " with all the respect he is barely 13 even detention centers require the minimum age of 14 . I m not saying he didn't commit crimes he should be punished for . But he is just a child . And all of this is more the systems fault and mine than his . " "So you are blaming the system for the fact that a 13 year old stole money disrupted someone's home and ..." "no your honor I m not just blaming the system I m also blaming myself but with all due the respect calling the police on a child looking for his mother is hardly disrupting a property " " so you are a lawyer as well now mister Reynolds as you seem so familiar with the laws " " no your honor I m not all I m saying simply is that I don't find the current solution of sending a child to a severe detention center because the system is over loaded . And that sentence is one that I m sure the appeal we will file won't agree with it " "appeal ? What are you talking about ? You can't threaten a judge you are out of your mind !" - Theo jumped to his feet "alright I will allow that however like I said I have no alternative " - the judge sighed though looked as if she rather sentence him too to prison " I think you will find there is. Release him to my custody " silence fell upon the court room . The judge studied the man standing before her . Determined for sure . Theo looked as if he couldn't believe what Chris just said . The kid turned his tear stricken face towards the man he for a few weeks now known is his biological father . "Release him to your custody ?" - the judge repeated as if retarically " my parental rights have never been revoked nor have I ever given them up. The social services did a complete background check I m sure it's in the files" the judge turned some papers infront of her unwillingly and had to agree . There was no reason the man couldn't get at least temporary custody over the child . And she had to agree releasing a child to the custody of a parent would seem much less harsh than back to detention where by law he would only be sent to under special Circumstances under which no empty beds in children's home not exactly fell under. "Your honor , this child is not a simple case " - Katherine the social worker spoke up in clear dislike " he can not just be released into a hands of a man who never had a child before and has absolutely no qualification to deal with a child with these behavioral problems " "I m sorry so my lack of parental experience should be compensated by locking him up in a closed facility where you send teenagers who murdered people ?" "Alright alright that's enough ! " the judge spoke up " I want order in my court room . God what a mess this is ! Alright alright let it be . I will allow a probation period . But if he gets into anymore trouble with the law it is straight detention ! " " I find that very reasonable your honor . Thank you " Chris smiled at the judge as he sat back down next to Theo who buried his head in his hands. " well I don't find this reasonable at all ! - Kathrine spoke up angrily -" he has been moved through 2 homes and 3 foster families and a detention center ! How exactly do you think you could control him ?! "- then with a smirk she added - " have you even changed a diaper in your life mr Reynolds ? Because in case you haven't noticed that is 1 more thing your son can not control " Chris felt his temper rise as he saw his sons face turning from pale to beet red. It wasn't hard to tell he was indeed wearing" protection" . But clearly announcing that out loud made him increadbly uncomfortable . " I will assure you ms Jenkins I have handled a lot worse serving in a war." Chris said in a measured voice "that is enough ! I m releasing Christian Patrick West to your custody . I want social services to reevaluate this arrangengment in a month I m sure you can handle that ms Jenkins with your superiors . Well good luck . Court adjourned ! " "do you have any idea what you have just done ?! "- Theo asked in an angry whisper. "This could ruin your entire carrier !" "Shut up Theo for real " Chris wishpered back as he made his way towards Katherine and his son . There was something about those brown eyes he couldn't quite make out . He seen it before overseas , fear . The child was clearly scared . Katrine looked clearly angry. She didn't seem to like him since the moment he wanted to get visitation rights. "Alright well I m all ears please do tell me how to proceed . " Chris said though politely but his glance which caught hers was rather self assured . Christian or Tee as every1 called him stood next to them rather uncomfortable . Uncomfortable for several reasons . He was going to have to go and stay with a man he didn't really know but his size and strength predicted nothing good from his experience . Secondly he had to stand by and listen to his social worker go into embarrassing details of his problems. 1 of which he was experiencing on his own skin . The cloth diapers he was wearing were soaked by now uncomfortably cold too as they clung to his skin . Chris stood and pretended to patiently listen to the seemingly endless list of behavioral problems out of which bed wetting lying shoplifting were only a few to mention but hard to really believe when looking down at the child infront of him . He hasn't entered the rapid have of puberty yet based on his height . He seemed much more like a child than a teenager. " Alright then Wednesday after school we will be at the family sevices center" Chris sealed the conversation smiling . Katherine shook his hand unwillingly . " let's go then" - Chris turned to Tee laying 1 hand over his shoulder strearing him out of the court house towards the parking lot . As he touched him he felt him quivering . Tee was surprised by the tone. Chris's voice was pleasant as if this would be normal . No one used that tone with him. Not without that strange gleam in the eyes before the belt hit him or something even worse. But when he glanced up quickly Chris's eyes looked though a bit warn out but no sign of malice. Car ride Sunday later Tee was hunched up on the back seat Chris occasionally glanced back and the feeling of a new unknown pain hit him every time he did . What could have that kid been put through to be desperate enough to steal and set out on his own to find his mother . How heartless can a mother be to call the cops on her own child ? Did he really misjudge characters so badly ? For a moment he got worried . He was sure Patricia was his first real love but now it seemed evident she never loved him if she had how could she treat his child like that . But if he was so wrong judging her and his fathers family for so long could he possibly be wrong about Tee? Maybe the reports are correct and he only seems lost hurt and innocent ? - so now what is the plan ? - Theo asked rather cynically starring straight ahead from the passenger seat and though he didn't look at him Chris felt his anger Chris glanced to the backseat and though saw no reaction from Tee but he was sure he was listening to every word . - well getting late so I guess we could pretty much call it a night - Theo snorted in anger but Chris wouldn't let that interrupt him - I guess pizza will do for dinner ? - no one seemed to answer so he went on - alright then pizza it is . But first I think we will have to make a stop as the car stopped the sign medical supply store seemed to twinkle in bright yellow like the starts in the sky . For a minute none of them moved . Chris and Theo exchanged glances . Theos seemed to say well this was your brilliant idea then go figure it out . Chris took a deep breath before slowly turning to the back seat - I don't suppose you know what size you ... Need Tee didn't look up just shook his head in defeat . He knew what was coming next . He lived through the humiliation of "supply" shopping with his previous families . Though it was done by the women he didn't think the next 10 minutes to even over an hour would be any less humiliating than it was then . Especially since now he was a teenager rather than a child . ... To be continued ( if anyone is interested )
  2. (To note. I am typing this on my phone and the ***** will mark the switch from third to first person) Cheryl was a hard working business Amazonian woman who had felt like something was missing from her life. She lived in a nice neighborhood, a great job and could get whatever she wanted, yet that one thing she seemed to lack, ached at her for years now. She was visiting her neighbors and good friends, Alecia and Mary, who always were there for her. Even their little, James. Even if he wasn't able to properly respond anymore after he had regressed she still found him good at making her feel a lot better. "Cheryl. Cheryl!" Alecia, attempted to snap her friend out of a trance. She seems to be in them more and more often nowadays. Cheryl sighed. "Sorry. I didn't realize I zoned out there." "I can tell. I've called your name at least a hundred times." Alecia had exaggerated jokingly to trying to get her friends mind off of whatever was bothering her. She changed her tone when she noticed that Cheryl wasn't even phased to try to respond to the comment. "Hey you look tired. Why don't you go home and try to get some rest. That work you do seems like it's catching up to you." She was referring to the number crunching accounting job she did almost every day of the week. Cheryl picked up on the hint that she needed to try to figure out what it was that had been bothering her. She yawned as she stood up and stretched her arms in the air. "Yeah I guess you are right." She smiled at James, then looked over at the clock hanging on the wall. "I think its just about nap time for James and I." Cheryl and Alecia chuckled when James turned around at the sound of his name being said. He was happily playing with the toys set out to keep him occupied while the adults talked to eachother. Cheryl picked up James and handed him to Alecia but not before she tickled his tummy causing him to giggle uncontrollably. "Alright. Well I'll see you later then. And tell Mary I said hi." Soon enough was on her way out the door when she saw two amazonian young boys sprinting full force down the street. "That was odd." She said. Just as she was heading back to her own house, the same way the two boys were headed, she saw them running towards her own house and a little attempting to get away. "Hey! Knock it off you two!" Cheryl picked up her own pace, now seeing a car going past, it was Mary's. She was oblivious to the scene. The little that was being chased, made a quick turn while keeping an eye on the pursuers without noticing Mary's car until it was too late. "Look out!" Cheryl cried just as the little had hit the drivers door head first. She sprinted over to the scene, and Mary now saw what was going on and stopped dead in her tracks. She saw the look of guilt on the two young amazonian boys, who now froze like a statue, unable to comprehend what just happened. Cheryl took opportunity to snatched the two delinquents to make sure they didn't get away. Mary, still was afraid she had killed the little. "Oh my god. What have I done?" She began to panic as she picked up the all but limp little in her arms. A slight mumble came from the little, much to Mary's relief. Feeling confident enough that the little wouldn't run away, she set him down in the back of her car with the door wide open. Cheryl had called 911 and the authorities showed up quickly to take away the two delinquent amazonian children. When the ambulance arrived to look at the little that was supposed to be in the backseat, was now completely gone from view. After everything was settled down, Mary had calmed down enough, everyone went back to business. Cheryl was still puzzled about where the little had went. Just as she was about to head inside is when she noticed a certain smell around her door. "It can't be." She whispered quietly to herself when she looked to the right and saw the little from earlier, unconscious in her bushes. Cheryl managed to get the little out from behind her pushes, and she checked him for a pulse. "My god. What happened to you." She whispered as she noticed that it was a boy, with his shirt torn and holes in it. His face and arms were cut up a bit and a portion of his forehead was bruised. He had pants and underwear on as well. The pants were full of holes and cuts too like his shirt, but both his underwear and pants were soaked in urine. Once she found his pulse still strong, she picked the limp little up and held him with his head over her shoulder, a hand on his bottom and another on his back. Something clicked. She didn't have that feeling she had before. Something about this helpless little boy made her want to take care of him and keep this from happening again. As she went back to Alecia and Mary's house, she couldn't help herself from smiling at the feeling. Cheryl knocked at her neighbors door and Alecia opened the door. "Oh. My. God. What happened to him?" Was all she could say as she let her closest friend into the door. James had not yet been put down over all the commotion and attempting to help calm down his mommy, Mary, who now was in a state of shock sitting on the couch in the family room by hugging her. "Alecia, I have a favor to ask." Cheryl said in the most seriously tone she could. "What do you need?" She replied without hesitation. ******************** An hour had gone by and no sound was to be heard in the room. It was still dead quiet until suddenly I let out a long whimper. I was happily warm and almost smiled until I realized how much pain I was in suddenly. All of it caught up with me at once. "Ahhhh!" I screamed and shot up straight from my spot. I suddenly realize what has happened now. Everything caught up to me in a flash. Except one thing. I had a diaper on now and in a crib. Before I could react to that the door opened slowly. The room was dark and when the light from the outside shone in on me, I froze like a deer in headlights. I saw that it was daylight still from how the light was coming from the doorway and I saw her. She came slowly towards me and I couldn't handle this. 'No! I was adopted wasn't I?! Oh no! What's going to happen to me now!' I thought to myself until the amazonian drew close. My heart began racing when I heard the water start to run in the background. It snapped me out of the trance and I went to go and move away but it was too late. I was already in the arms of my captor. Suddenly I felt an ache flow across my body from the cuts and bruises all over me. "Let me go!" I whined at her. The Amazonian just seemed not to care, only taking a seat in a rocking chair. Struggling didn't seem to do much except cause me more pain, especially when I had accidentally pressed the bruise on my head against her. I screamed on the top of my lungs and began to cry my heart out. Suddenly I heard a faint humming sound that slowly grew louder the more I calmed down. I focused on it. It wasn't just some random humming, it was a nursery tune used to calm down children. I finally stopped crying and now was beet red from the neck up and I gave into the hypnotic feeling I had and rested a few minutes. "Are you okay now?" I heard break the almost endless moment. Her voice was full of patience and honesty with that question, but I was too unsure about my situation but I knew it was better to answer this one. I nodded a bit in response. "Can you tell me your name please? My name is Cheryl." Her voice was soothing and caring. I offered up no response to that question, fearing it was a trick. She patiently waited for an answer, not trying to throw me into a new panic mode so quickly. "I need you to drink something okay? My friends little doesn't use sippy cups so I need you to drink out of a bottle. Alright?" 'What game is she playing? Why is she like this to me and not just forcing it on me?' I had thought to myself as I felt the nipple of a bottle being pushed against my lips. A squirt of juice touched my tongue and I gave in so quickly. I had the side of my head resting on her chest and I was pressed against her torso gently. I drank as much as I could from the bottle. 'What is have I gotten into?' I asked myself.
  3. “Well, work is work” Johann thought as he walked down the line of modules. He was walking along a steel hallway, carrying a briefcase, and doing what amounted to a check in the box inspection job. At least he was getting paid. As a chief engineer aboard a Star Force Explorer vessel, he had become used to a much more exciting lifestyle. Travelling the stars, vising new planets, fighting pitched battles against pirates and invaders… the kind of things he had signed up for. However, all away postings have to end at some point, and he rotated back to more conventional duties until it was his turn to leave again. So now here he was, monitoring Care Modules. He walked along the steel floored hallway and approached a random one on his right and set his briefcase down. There was a desk with a variety of gleaming buttons, and he hit the central one. A large screen door, invisible until now, appeared in front of him and slid upward. He hit the reinforced plastic behind it, ensuring it was secure, then hit a switch. A light came on, revealing a large and seemingly empty room behind. “Alight, let’s see if this all works” he said to himself. The rooms were kept empty not in use in order to prolong their lifespan. However, that could change in a second. He hit a button and began switching through a list. With it, the room changed. The walls turned from a dull grey to black, then blue, then pink, then red, and through a rainbow of colors, textures, and designs with paintings and murals appearing at will. He turned to a different list, and carpeting appeared on the floor, only to be replaced with tiles, rugs, wood, and dozens of other materials. He turned another, and furniture appeared, making an ordinary bedroom, a hospital, a prison cell, a nursery, a children’s bedroom, and more all along set designs. The idea of the machine is that it could be used as support for almost anyone, for almost any need, and in almost any situation. It could be a room to satisfy almost any need or desire aboard a ship or on the planet, then switch to something different when the next occupant came in. Johann’s job was to ensure it was all working properly before a tour came through the next day, which would include inspectors to give it final approval. As it was, several of them were already occupied, so his work was merely formality. “Alright, that is all in order. Now let’s see what else you got,” he said. He hit a button, and steel arms came out of the walls, protruding from every corner. He turned on a microphone and spoke into it. “Computer, recognize my voice.” There was a series of beeps followed by “RECOGNIZE, JOHANN,” n a mechanical voice. An image of himself in his flight suit came up, looking slender, with long brown hair. “Damn I look good,” he said, secretly wishing he could be back in that flight suit. “COMMENCING “LOOKING GOOD” PATTERN,” the voice said. Smooth jazz music came on, along with robotic dancing. Hands came out of the desk full of make up. “NO NO CANCEL CANCEL!” he said, and the machine stopped. Being careful not to mutter to himself, he bent over and opened his briefcase. A small robot, made of steel bars and wires, jumped out. It straightened up and quickly grew to a full adult’s height. It then began to flesh out, with rubber balloons inflating in the place of skin. A crude imitation of a man, but good enough for his work. He hit a button on the desk, and a door appeared in the wall. He unlocked it, then spoke to the robot. “Get in,” he said, and the robot obeyed. He shut the door behind it, and locked it. “Computer, prison setting,” he said. A series of beeps followed, then “PRISON SETTING ACKNOWLEDGED.” The room changed to a deep blue with simple furniture. He held down a button which deactivated the arms. “Robot, try to get out,” he said. The robot banged on the glass and on the door with twice the strength a human could muster. None of them budged. Johann released the buttons controlling the arms. In an instant they sprang to life and wrapped themselves around the robot, suspending him helplessly in the air. “Excellent. Computer, hospital setting.” “HOSPITAL SETTING ACKNOWLEDGED.” The room changed to a white hospital room, and the arms lay the robot on a bed while a light scanned him for medical problems. “Alright, robot, trip and fall, demonstrate “broken arm.” The robot didn’t move. He spoke louder. “Robot, trip and fall, demonstrate ‘broken arm.” The robot remained lying in the bed as arms took care of and shook its head at Johann. It put its arms behind its head and let out an automated sigh. “Damn lazy robot,” Johann said. He walked into the room. “Robot, leave this room!” The robot stuck its ‘tong’ out at him. The robot was a highly developed, extremely expensive tool, and a jackass. If this was a malfunction, it would come down on Johann’s head. “INSTRUCTIONS NOT UNDERSTOOD,” the computer said. “No, I want this robot out of the room!” Johann said. “UNDERSTOOD, REMOVING ROBOT.” A whole appeared in the roof, and the arms tossed the robot half a mile into the sky. “Oh s&$%....” Johann said, watching his career fly away with an overpriced jackass of a robot. “INSTRUCTIONS UNDERSTOOD,” the room said. A toilet appeared, and the arms picked up Johann and pulled him toward it. “NO NO! I’m not going to use the toilet.” “INSTRUCTIONS UNDERSTOOD. ALTERNATIVE MEANS ENGAGED.” A tube came out of the wall “NOOO not that!” Johann said. He didn’t even want to know what the tube was for. “Just put me down.” “UNDERSTOOD,” the arms dropped Johann with a hard ‘thump’ onto the ground. He sat down to think. “God damn this thing destroyed the robot… it was like my boss’s baby… he said take care of it… they are going to HATE me, probably punish me, give me the 10th degree… probably won’t leave earth again…” “UNDER NOT UNDER NO UNDER NOT STOOD UNDER NOT STOOD NOT NOT STOOD UNDER” the voice said. Johann jumped up, and realized he was still muttering to himself. The arms were spinning around, struggling to find some meaning in his words. Johann began to panic. This was worst case scenario, he had caused a malfunction. “NO! STOP LISTENING TO ME!” he shouted. “UNDERSTOOD. JOHANN NO LONGER ACCEPTED VOICE CONTROL.” “What?” he said, color draining from his face. The computer didn’t say a thing. “REVERTING TO MOST LIKELY SETTING.” The machine made a long string of beeps and static noise, then began repeating his last words. “ALTERNATIVE TOILETRY MEANS… WON”T GET OUT… TAKE CARE OF IT… PUNISH… BOSS’S BABY… DOORS LOCKED, NURSERY MODE ACTIVATED.” “WHAT!” Johann shouted as arms seized him. The walls around him changed to a baby blue with colorful cartoon character’s dancing around it. "This... can't... be... happening..." he said, while reality confirmed that it could, in fact, be happening. He made a scramble for the door, and slammed into the now solid wall that replaced it. Arms grabbed him from all sides and lifted him strait into the air. "No NO NO! I"M NOT A BABY!" he said, as he was carried toward a changing table. "YOU ARE A BABY, AND WILL BE TREATED AS SUCH. ARE YOU THROWING A TANTRUM?" the machine said. "I"m NOT throwing a tantrum! I'm an adult put me... MPH..." he was cut off as a large pacifier was shoved into his mouth. He spat it out, only to find it instantly replaced and attached behind his head with ribbons. "What sort of nursery is this?" he thought. "NAUGHTY BABY. GOOD BABIES DON"T THROWN TANTRUMS. SUCKLE THAT AND BE A GOOD BOY OR YOU'LL GET A SPANKING. ANY MORE LIES ABOUT BEING AN ADULT WILL RESULT IN MOUTH SOAPINGS" Ridiculous. The machine couldn't spank a baby... could it? That be abuse...He watched the thick steel arms circle around. He didn't want to test it. The arms settled him down on the table. The stripped him naked, taking his clothes back through the walls. He groaned as he saw their replacements. A thick white diaper, sized for himself and cartoonishly decorated came out. A baby blue teddy bear shirt with pink ruffles at the sleeves and "Baby Boy" written on the chest followed, along with finger less mittens. The arms were efficient, he had to give them that. He was very quickly powdered, diapered, and dressed to the machine's specifications. He sat up, getting used to the new sensations. The thickness of the diaper forced his legs apart, and any movement was accompanied by the loud crinkling of plastic. However, the sweet smell of the powder, along with the softness of the padding and the t-shirt made it comfortable. The machine lifted him up and set him down on the ground amid a pile of toys. "NOW BE A GOOD BABY AND PLAY UNTIL SUPPER TIME." Not likely, he thought. The second the hands moved away he stood up and reached for the tapes of his diaper. He grabbed at them on impulse, not thinking through. This quickly proved for a mistake for two reasons. First, he found that his now mittened hands were near useless when it came to opening tapes. HE had a moment to contemplate this before the second reason came crashing across his padded backside. "MPH!" he yelped against the pacifier as he was hoisted into the air. Dread filled him, and he realized the machine might just make good on its promise. A scan went over him. "ASSESSING PAIN TOLERANCE" it said. Pain tolerance? he thought. It couldn't... no... Johann watched in horror as one of the hands raised itself behind him. He closed his eyes. THWACK! he felt and heard, as the hand slammed down on him. "BAD BABY! BAD BABY!" The machine said, over and over as it spanked him. This can't be happening! he thought. They wouldn't spank an actual baby! What is this? The machine continued, putting Johann into more and more agony. He felt his bottom get blistered, and slowly broke down from yelping into loud sobs. Finally the spanking ended. The machine turned him back over and craddled him comfortably, rocking him back and forth. A finger waggled in front of him. "THERE THERE. GOOD BABIES KEEP THEIR DIAPERS ON. HAVE YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON?" Johann nodded. "GOOD. IT IS TIME FOR FEEDING. PREPARING MEAL WITH LESSON 24B: DIAPER NECESSITY." Johann's eyes went wide as he was sat down with a crinkle and a thud at a high chair. He barely even noticed his aching bottom. Lesson? Diaper necessity? What fresh hell could that be? The machine removed his pacifier, and he tried to ask the question but was silenced as a spoon full of sugary-sweet mush was shoved into his mouth. "OPEN FOR THE AIRPLANE!" One of the machine's hands held his head as the others spooned more and more into him fast enough to almost make him gag. "Wait! MPH..Let me MDSGE.... SPEAK! MPHHHHH." Every time he swallowed one spoonful, another one was instantly behind it, giving him no pause to finish speaking. He tried to spit some out, but the machine simply scooped it up and kept going. He was forced to continuously swallow what he imagined was mashed fruits and vegetables with oatmeal- as strange, gooey substance clearly intended for babies. But no one would feet a baby like this? They wouldn't treat one this roughly, would they? Soon the bowl was finished, and Johann felt stuffed with the massive amount of goo so quickly shoved into him. The hands then grabbed the bottle and lifted him out of the chair. "WAIT!" he shouted. Miraculously, the machine paused. "What is this.. lesson... thing... you are giving me?" "LESSON 24B: DIAPER NECESSITY" "Yes! What is that? "LESSON 24B: DIAPER NECESSITY. USED FOR BABIES WHO ATTEMPT TO REMOVE THEIR DIAPERS OR ARGUE AGAINST THEM. IN ORDER TO INSTRUCT BABIES ON THE IMPORTANCE OF THEIR DIAPERS AND PUNISH FOR THE SAME TRANSGRESSION. THE BABY IS GIVEN SUPPLEMENTS TO ENSURE DIAPER USAGE, THEN KEPT INSIDE THEM." Johann's eyes went wide. "WHAT!? You can't... MPHHHH!" He was cut off once again as the bottle was shoved into his mouth. He glared at the arms, waited a moment, and refused to drink. "IF THE BABY IS HAVING TROUBLE DRINKING, HE CAN CERTAINLY BE ENCOURAGED." The machine held up a massive wooden paddle. Johann stared at it a moment, and realized the machine wouldn't let him go until he drank anyway. There is no way he'd win a contest of patience with an inanimate object. He sulked, and began to drink. "GOOD BABY, GOOD BABY," the machine said as it rocked and fed him. Johann just tried not to think about what he was ingesting, and what it would make him do. There had to be a way out of this. When he finished, the machine put the pacifier back in his mouth without tying it on. It then put him on the ground and said "GOOD BABY, NOW PLAY WITH YOUR TOYS." Not wanting to risk another spanking, Johann picked up his teddy bear and made a show of playing with it, all while trying to think of a way out. More importantly, he wanted access to a toilet before his 'lesson' on diaper ususage began. He could already feel his stomach grumbling, and did not like what that meant. The control panel was on the other side of the wall. If he could get to it, he could reset the machine to accept his voice commands again. He picked up the bear and threw it to where the door way had been. He stood up, but after a command from the machine not down, he could back down. He then crawled after the bear, stopping before what was now a sheer wall. He ran his fingers along it, hoping to find some kind of handle. He slowly stood up, leaning on the wall so that the machine didn't tell him to sit down again, and felt for any kind of opening. HE began pounding on it with his mittened fist. He felt arms grab him and carry him to the center of the room. A finger waggled in front of him. "BABY WILL NOT DO THAT AGAIN. IT MAKES IT SEEM LIKE BABY IS TRYING TO LEAVE, WHICH HE KNOWS IS A BIG NO NO. BABIES CAN'T LEAVE WITHOUT SUPERVISION. NOW STAY HERE AND BE GOOD" A large blue baby bouncer appeared underneath him, and Johann was set down into it. His feed dangled half a foot off the ground, and he realized he wouldn't be able to move from that spot. He tried to push himself out, but it latched on around his waste. Meanwhile, his diaper was pressed up against him, reminding of his new status, and what he would soon be required to do inside it. He felt his stomach rumble, driving the point home. Johann looked around helplessly. Aside from the teddy bear, there was nothing in arms distance he could grab onto. He could put the tips of his toes on the ground, but only managed to bounce around, which he stopped as soon as he realized how he must look. The bouncer was stationary, there was no way for him to walk or move back toward the wall. Johann stayed and sulked for what felt like hours. He tried to amuse himself with the bear, if anything to make a show for the machine. However, he couldn't distract himself for long. The cramps inside him kept growing. They came on quickly, making his stomach rumble and complain. He kept hoping the machine would let him out, but there was no such luck, and soon he was desperate. "MMM MMM!" He began making sounds against the pacifier, hoping to attract its attention. He waved his arms around and pointed at the pacifier, while pouting and sulking to show something was wrong. The hands removed the pacifier. "IS SOMETHING WRONG?" it asked. "Yes! Please, I really need to go to the bathroom." "Babies don't use the bathroom." "Please! I need to go.. uh... number two." As if to emphasize it, his stomach grumbled, and he heard a loud fart escape. He blushed and hoped that was all it was. "THEN YOU ARE ALL SET. THAT IS WHAT YOUR DIAPER IS FOR." "No! Please don't make me! I want to use the toilet!" "POTTY TRAINING WILL NOT BEING UNTIL YOU TURN 3." "I'm A GROWN MAN, YOU DENSE RUST BUCKET! LET ME GO!" Johann was getting desperate, and angry. "ARE YOU HAVING A TANTRUM? BABY WILL NOT TELL LIES." "I'm not a baby! You will let me use the toilet or I'll have you deactivated you worthless malfunctioning bastard!" "NO. BABY WILL NOT BLACKMAIL HIS CARETAKERS. "But this is pointless! Its ridiculous!" "BABIES WILL NOT ENGAGE IN SELF DESTRUCTIVE NIHILISM." "This can't be real." "SOLIPSISM IS ALSO BANNED." "SHUT UP! And let me out of these diapers!" "THAT IS ENOUGH. YOU WILL USE YOUR DIAPERS NOW. INITIATING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCE 34 C." "What?" Johann said, color draining from his face. The pacifier was again tied into his mouth, and he was suspended bent over. A hand raised up and spanked him hard enough to make him yelp. SMACK SMACK SMACK! The hand continued spanking him, and the machine spoke. "BAD BABY! YOU WILL BE SPANKED UNTIL YOU USE YOUR DIAPERS LIKE YOU ARE MEANT TO." Johann was in panic. He couldn't do that. However, his bottom was already sore from the previous spanking, and there was no way to escape. Furthermore, the pressure was building, and he was getting desperate. He swallowed his pride, and gave up. He felt a massive stream of muck come out of him and into his waiting diaper. The spanking spread the warm mush around, caking him. He cringed at the feeling, wanting more then anything for it to be over. However, after all that waiting and holding back, there was a lot in him and it kept coming out. The hands slowed down to a light patting as he finished. He shuddered, utterly humiliated. His only relief was that no one was there to see it. It took him a moment to realize that the hand hadn't entirely stopped. Instead, it changed its pattern, rubbing him and patting him. He looked at it questioningly. "THIS IS PART OF THE PUNISHMENT. BABY WILL HAVE HIS MESSY DIAPER RUBBED TO INCREASE DISCOMFORT, THEN REMAIN IN IT." The machine kept going, then slowly turned him over and sat him on a pair of arms folded like a knee to bounce him up and down. "What kind of horrid nursery is this!?" Johann thought as he sobbed. He felt the muck in his diaper get pressed against him again and again. Already, the smell made him want to gag, and the feeling made it worse. When it was finished, the machine put him in the corner and ordered him not to think about what he had done and not to move. Johann sulked, almost thank full for the teddy bear and pacifier. Having nothing to do or distract him, he couldn't stop thinking about the feeling inside his diaper, the horrible smell, or his humiliating circumstance. How could the machine make a mistake like this? Why would it treat a 'baby' so roughly? And how could he get out? Johann had know idea how long it had been when the machine finally picked him up. "DID YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU HAD DONE?" Johann nodded. "GOOD BABY. YOUR PUNISHMENT IS ALMOST OVER. YOU WILL BE CHANGED SOON, AND UNTIL THEN YOU CAN PLAY." Johann was happy for even the slightly good news, and tried to not think about the fact he was happy for a diaper change. That changed quickly, however, when he saw where he would be spending his 'play time.' The machine carried him back towards the bouncer, and despite his kicking and squirming, deposited him inside of it. "MMMMMMPPPHHH!" He moaned and wailed as the messy diaper was pressed against him. He sulked down, almost crying. The feeling was horrible, and getting worse by the minute. It was beginning to itch, and he was helpless to stop it. He hung pouting in the bouncer, holding tightly onto his teddy bear for the slightest bit of comfort. The machine turned on cartoons directly in front of him, and unable to turn away inside the bouncer, he was forced to watch. He didn't think he had ever been so miserable. Finally, the machine began to pick him up. "CHANGING TIME" it announced. Johann thought of how just a few hours ago that statement would seem ridiculous, and now it seemed like wonderful news. The arms had him suspended mid air when they stopped. Johann wondered what was going on.. "ACCEPTING NEW COMMANDER- Capt C. Cleveland." The machine said. "Oh no..." Johann thought. "When was the tour coming through?" As if to answer the question, the screen door began to move up. Johann's eyes went wide and he struggled helplessly against the arms. A deep horror dawned on him. "PAUSING FOR INSPECTION" the machine said, leaving Johann suspended mid air directly in front of the screen. There was an audible gasp as a collection of shocked faces saw Johann suspended spread eagle, wearing a babyish t shirt and diaper, sucking a pacifier, holding a teddy bear, with infantile cartoons on, clearly having just been taken out of a bumper and with a diaper changing table being prepared behind him. "Is that... is that Johann?" a voice said. Johann stared in shock. The voice was Amanda, one of his co-workers. Along with her most of his coworkers, his seniors, the commanders and admirals, the actual inspectors, and, it seemed, a tour group of visiting civilians. There were far more then he expected, and every one of them was staring at him. He wondered if anything could be more humiliating. His answer came quickly. "UNTWISTING ARMS" the machine said. Johann looked up to see that, by grabbing him when he was struggling, had become twisted in a loop. The result was Johann began to slowly rotate in front of the group. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping it would stop before it was too late. It didn't, and there was an audible gasp as Johann was turned backwards to reveal his messy diaper to the crowd, before facing them again blushing deeper then he ever had before. The audience was horrified, but remained, unable to turn away from the train wreck of a scene. "Ummm... Captain Cleveland... who is this?" the admiral asked. "That is... that is Johann sir, one of the monitors here," Johann's flabbergasted superior explained. "What is he doing dressed like that?" "Well sir... that is the nursery program, usually intended for babies." "Then why is he there?" "Well... there are... other... reasons people might want to use it. Some people take it for.. ahem.. personal reasons, which we don't ask about. It has different settings for that." "So, a fetish?" "Yes. He talked about going on sabbatical to relax... I didn't realize this is what he meant." Johann was partially relieved to finally have an explanation, partially horrified to realize everyone there thought he was a pervert. "Huh. It has other settings like this?" the Admiral asked. "Yes. Also, they can be used as a punishment, I'm not..." "PUNISHMENT INITIATED" the machine said. "Oh god" Johann thought as it swung him around. To the shock of everyone there, the machine bent him over directly in front of the screen. Johann cringed at what he knew was going to happen. There was a loud shout from the audience, and Johann felt a hand smack the back of his messy diaper. He shouted, and the hand kept spanking again and again. The audience was groaning and screaming. Captain Cleveland spoke up. "Abort, abort! Computer, stop that!" The machine stopped, and left him suspended. "Why don't we go check..." "CHECK INITIATED" the machine said. There was another horrified scream as Johann's messy backside was brought up close to the screen and presented to the audience. The screen was slightly raised to allow for a check from the audience. Johann heard loud gagging and people backing away. "IT IS MY OPINION THAT THE BABY'S DIAPER IS MESSY," the machine said. "NO NO!" the captain yelled, "just do what you were doing before!" "UNDERSTOOD. CONTINUING DIAPER CHANGE," the machine said, and Johann was carried to the changing table. There was a scream, louder then before, as people began filing away from the scene. "CLOSE THE SCREEN! CLOSE THE SCREEN!" the captain yelled. The crowd began to move away, with members stopping to watch in awe at Johann's diaper change. Johann himself was held down to the table as his diaper was untapped and removed. He stared at the closing screen, watching both his greatest humiliation and possibly his only chance of escape disappear. He thought of his future. These chambers were usually private and self sustained. If they thought he really was going on sabbatical, its possible he'd be here for months before they asked him back. That was even if they wanted him back after all this. He dreaded having to go in front of his boss to explain how he ended up in a messy diaper in front of the Admiral, not to mention the airborne robot. However, even that was better then staying here. He let the machine change him, and prayed someone would have the sense to come and ask. Thanks for reading! As always, comments or critiques are appreciated.
  4. Sissy's Lot

    It was like something out of a Stephen King novel. A strange, twisted version of Misery.Except Misery was already twisted. Did this count as more or less twisted? A horror novel against... whatever this was?"This is still pretty twisted," Alex thought as he stared around what now made up his bedroom. He was locked in a high walled crib, which itself was surrounded by a playing mat, blocks, a high chair, and, he shuddered remembering, a changing table. To some degree, it was a scenario he was familiar with, one he had written about many times, and even played out a few. What made this different was that this was no longer a game. And, oddest of all, as if pushing the strangeness of the whole scenario home, he turned to the back wall. There, in swirling, glittering and star studded writing, was his name. Or, his name as his captors knew it, "ABAlex."He winced looking at it. However, it was still better then what was on the other side. THAT he didn't even want to think about.His outfit matched the room perfectly well. He had a cardigan sweater, black t shirt, collar and long stockings which would almost look punk rock if it weren't for their designs. The t shirt was decorated with colorful cats, and the only aspect of his odd outfit that seemed to match were the pink polka dots on both his sweater and socks. He put a hand to his neck. The collar was far from the decorative ones people wore for fashion, though he supposed it could pass as one in public. He had already been shown how well a leash could be locked onto it, and the annoying invisible wall and shocks he'd run into where ever his masters decided to set them. He had tried numberous times to take it off, but that only resulted in punishments reminder of how futile it was. And, finally, there was the coup de grace of the outfit, the one thing that removed any chance of the rest of his clothes being passed off as normal, and the one thing that turned any possible rebellious or punk themes of it into a sick joke. A diaper, pink and thick enough to force his legs apart, was uncovered and taped firmly on. At this point he knew better then to mess with those tapes. He blushed as he did almost every time he looked at it or thought of it, a fact his masters knew well and exploited as much as possible.He heard a key turn in the outwardly locked door in the corner. In strode a tall, well dressed man. He had short cropped blond hair and was smiling broadly."Well hello there little ABAlex, how you feeling?""My names not..." Alex felt his anger boiling up. "WHY WOULD MY NAME BE AN ACRONYM FOR A FETISH?" Alex instantly regretted shouting. In his first week he had learned to try to hold back his anger and frustration with his captors. However, it constantly built up inside him, and still came out in outbursts. Making matters worse was their seeming unwillingness to acknowledge that he even WAS a captive, and their misuse of his pen name drove the point home. Did they really think ABAlex DLAlex was a name? Or was this some bizarre joke?"HEY! YOU DON'T SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!" the man said, shaking a finger."I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Alex pleaded.The man folded his arms and looked expectantly. "I'm sorry what?" He said.Alex cringed again. "I'm sorry... Daddy." He finally finished. He was one of a few people Alex now had to call such names. There was also a 'mommy," a few aunts and uncles, and babysitters. Like a child, he only ever used their titles, and sometimes portions of their names. He wasn't sure if the names he was given were real or not, he seemed to remember hearing "Daddy" was named "Mike.""Good baby. Now, sit up and let me check your diaper."Alex winced. "Its clean," he said, trying to avoid the humiliating patting down that normally came after.The man came up anyway, pulling Alex up from sitting to his knees, and began patting it."I said its clean!"'Silly baby, you think if we can't trust you to be out of diapers, we'd trust you to tell us when it was used?" He ruffled Alex's hair. Alex could only blush as the man seemed to take extra time to confirm his diaper wasn't used. He finished patting it, then bent Alex over and but his head near his back, and finally pulled the top out on both sides before letting it snap back to Alex's waist."Good baby! You managed to keep it clean! It seems you were lucky with your guess." He ruffled Alex's hair again. Alex could only groan. "Now, how is your story coming?""Uhhh..." Alex stared down at the blank sheet of paper, too afraid to answer. The man pulled it from his hands.'NOTHING!? YOu've been here an hour!"'I know Daddy! I'm sorry, I just can't think!""You spoiled little..." The man sighed. "Now look, I know you like to play these games and get in trouble, but we really do need you to work. Thats the deal- your dream life, but you write to pay for it. You don't want a repeat of what happened last time you refused to right, do you?" He changed from a condescending smile to an inquisitive look. "Do you?"Alex groaned inwardly. He had just laid out the final indignity of the entire situation. Not only was Alex a captive, but he was forced to pay for his own captivity. He was ordered to write kink stories for hours every day, which were then sold online. As long as Alex kept going, they spent the money on more childish toys and clothes for him to add to his embarrassment. But if he stopped... he shook his head. The last time he stopped, they stopped buying diapers for a week. He ended up locked in the same set of diapers and plastic pants for days, struggling in an uncomfortable mess until he finally produced something worth selling, then he had to wait or shipment... He didn't want to repeat that, especially not with the rash that followed. The fact that his "Daddy" seemed to think he might actually want it and be trying to get it again terrified him."I don't want a repeat Daddy," he said. "And I don't like to play these games! I told you, I don't want this at all! It was all just stories! I'm not acting up to 'get in trouble," I really don't like it here!"The man laughed. "Suuure. Of course not." He patted Alex's head. "Silly ABAlex. We know what you want. You love your pampers. After all, you wrote about them a thousand times.""BUT ITS NOT WHAT I WANT!""Thats enough. We gave you what you wanted. You live your dream, but you have to produce stories to pay for it. Now, keep writing, or you'll spend another week in stinky diapers. Is that what you want, you little brat? You certainly wrote about it enough, and alllways had the AB's whining just like you are now. You know we have to put up with the smell too!""No! I don't want that!""You always said that but it always happened. Just admit it, write the stories and have fun in your huggies.""Huggies? I thought you said they were pampers daddy," Alex said with mock innocent.The man glared. "Are you going to listen or will I have to really punish you?"Alex stopped. He wasn't going to win this argument. This is why safety words are important, he thought. They didn't seem to want any though. "I'll write the stupid story," he grumbled.'Good. Don't be a brat. We are doing what you want, you have to pay back somehow."Alex stuck his toung out. That, at least, was a childish enough response to be accepted.The situation had begun a few months back the first time Alex had attended an ABDL convention. At the time, he hadn't thought much of it. It was a new thing for him, but he had talked to others who had gone and it seemed fine. However, that night would change his life in ways he wouldn't dreamed of....Alex walked through rows and rows of stalls in the massive gymnasium turned abdl convention. There were diapers everywhere, some uncovered, others hidden by babyish onesies and short skirts. Alex looked down at his own clothes. Jeans, a shirt, nothing out of the ordinary. He almost felt under dressed. Should he have bought something and dressed up for this? He supposed he could have at least worn something pink. Would a diaper have been too much? A lot of people seemed to be wearing them. However, he'd still be wearing one in public, a big no in his mind. There was also having to bus and walk all the way to the convention... It couldn't have happened.He looked at the signs on the stalls, and found one for writers. He walked toward it. There was a group standing around it, some of them talking, others passing around bundles of paper or signing them. He was still nervous. Was there point in going? Its not like anyone would even know who he was... or would they? They were there specifically for ABDL stories, and he had been writing for a while... Still though, he doubted it. He wasn't sure what was worse, having people recognize him, or be confused as to why he was there while more prominent artists were praised. He swallowed his fear, and walked forward."Hi... I'm Alex," he said shyly. He had signed up for this area, but how should he approach it? It was not like people would really know who he was?"Oh, are you one of the writers?" a brown haired girl with a clipboard said."Yes. Alex. Umm... it might say ABAlex.""OH!" she looked through her list. "Yes, right here.""Don't you need ID or something?""What? In case someone is pretending to be a sissy who writes stories about messy diapers for a living? No, I don't think so.""ITS NOT-""Now now, don't have a tantrum and fill your pampers. The changing room is on the other side of the floor, and from what I've heard your diaper butt isn't exactly fragrant.""THE AROMA OF MY BACKSIDE IS NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION!" Alex sighed. "I don't write for a living, its just a...""Oh, so a diaper filling baby who can't even make money off of his stories? Thats MUCH better.""ITS A HOBBY! And I'm not wearing a diaepr!""Oh, you aren't?" She glanced down at his waist. "Thats irresponsible. We don't want you making a mess on the floor. This better not be one of your kinks, wetting yourself in your so called 'big boy clothes' before being forced into diapers. You've certainly wrote about that enough, Mr. ABAlex.""Its not... wait, you read my..."Alex was cut off by a hand on his shoulders. He turned to see a tall blond haired man."I'm sorry, did I just hear that ABAlex wasn't wearing a diaper?""Yes, that's true," the woman said."And why not?" the man asked Alex.Alex blushed. Since when should he have to explain why he, a full grown man, WASN"T wearing a diaper? "Well I uhh... its not really a thing, I just write about it...""Liar. We all heard your stories." There was some mumbling in agreement. Alex looked around, being uncomfortably aware of a group of people surrounding him, all watching and seeming to agree with the strange man's assessment.Another woman, this one a red head wearing a 50-s style dress, came up and grabbed Alex's other shoulder. "This is probably just a game for him. In all his stories he starts off without diapers and is made to wear them. Its probably what he wants, isn't it, ABAlex.""No! Those are just stories! I'm not a baby!""Isn't that what he always says? You deny it, then are forced into submissive training, or brought to a pageant..." another from the crowed said. Alex became more and more nervous as he realized he was being ganged up on."Or spanked by the babysitter," the woman said. Alex gulped when he noticed she had taken a paddle out from her pocket.Alex turned around and walked backwards away from them, trying to put space between hem but not look like he was running. "Guys, guys, I apprecaite that you read my stuff, but those are all just stories! Its a hobby...""So your hobby is writing horrible stories about grown men and woman in diapers? Really? It might have been better to just admit you are a baby who needs diapers yourself.""Barely writes at that. Your posting output is certainly not responsible to your fans. Definitely better to admit you're a baby, then you'd have an excuse. Need breaks from writing for diaper changes?"Alex laughed, hoping it was a joke. "No no, I actually don't wear....""Oh? Never? So if I look at your profile I will find no evidence that makes you a liar? You know what happens to liars in your own stories? It involves soap, in case you've forgotten."Alex gulped. "RARELY use them.""So you do wear diapers then?" another asked."Ummm... sometimes..."The man grabbed him again. "And you didn't think that if you were coming to a DIAPER convention full of people wearing DIAPERS and people who are fans of your stories about DIAPERS, you shouldn't have worn a diaper? If anything for your fans? Seems irresponsible.""You're actually a fan!?" Alex cut off the question realizing how silly it was to suddenly be happy about that. "Welll... you're not wearing a diaper either!"The man shook his head. "I don't write about myself filling them. I also don't have people waiting to see me in a diaper and baby clothes.""Th... there are people wiating to see me?" What could THAT mean?The man suddenly smiled. "Its ok little one. All just a joke. HEre, can we take a picture with you?""Umm... I guess so...""Good. Drink this while we do. For effect, you know." He handed Alex a bottle of baby milk.'I don't..." Alex realized he didn't want to start THAT conversation again. He drank from the bottle as they lined up behind him....And that was all he remembered. Next thing he knew he was waking up in a crib, wearing a diaper and a onesie, and staring up into the smiling faces of the same blond man and red haired woman, who he now knew as "mommy" and "daddy."Alex snapped back to reality.The man, now his "Daddy," had turned around at the door."Almost forgot," he said. He returned and picked Alex up, then sat at the edge of the crib and placed Alex in his lap. He took out a bottle of juice. "Can't let the baby go without drinking, can we?""Is there something in this?" Alex asked. He had been suspicious for a long time that they put things in his drinks. Some would make him fall asleep, letting them walk him around in a stroller as he napped and others cood, some would keep him awake, letting him write stories more often, some weakened his muscles so people could 'play' with him, then there was whatever they had given him at the convention, but the worst... He'd have trouble arguing against them, since they denied giving it to him and they featured so heavily in his stories."Hush, don't be silly," his daddy said as he put the bottle to Alex's lips."Uh huh," Alex said sarcastically, but drank anyway. There was no point in arguing. He drank quickly, wanting it to be done. At the end, he could already feel a cramp in his stomach confirming his suspicion. The man patted Alex's back as if burping him, and Alex blushed at the extra moment of babyish treatment. His 'daddy" then set him back down in the crib, kissed him on the forehead and told him to get to work, a shaking finger implying the "or else."....Alex remembered the first day here very clearly.He had sat up very quickly, looking around and confirming that he wasn't dreaming. He reached down to his waist, confirming his suspcion the he was in fact diapered. The embroidered onesie covering it, bright pink and with sparkles spelling "princess" across his chest, wasn't much better then the diaper."Little Lexis awake! Awww the baby seems startled!" the woman said."Please tell me where I am?" Alex asked."Mhmmm. Don't worry, little ABAlex. You are home now, where you belong. We all know that you wanted to be a baby, and the big people world was too much for you. So, enough of that, now you get to write stories and play all day, exactly like you wanted.""What?! NO! Is this a joke? How did you do..." he was cut off as a pacifier was shoved in his mouth."Now now, don't through a tantrum or you are going to get a spanking. You can pretend to be upset if you want, you'll get the punishments you always write about. We all know what you are.""No!" Alex stood up and climbed out of the crib. He tried to run for the open door. He was surprised to find the strangers hadn't tried to stop him. Just as he reached the door, he slammed into something and fell backwards. He got up and moved toward it again, this time slower. He hit a wall as the collar neared the door.The man appeared behind him and hooked a leash onto his collar. "Silly baby. Think we'd just leave that open? We can set a wall for your collar wherever we want it. Normally we will give you more room, but we figured you should find out how it works." He closed the door in Alex's face, then locked it and pocketed the key. "This door can lock from either side anyway."The woman stood beside him and took a hold of his leash. "Now, crawl toward me! Come to mommy!" She began backing away while curling her finger to signal him forward.Alex was panicking. He reached for the leash and collar, trying to undo either but finding it impossible. The leash was locked to the collar, and the collar seemed to be sewn on, almost one piece. Not wanting to endure the humiliation of being lead crawling on a leash, Alex stood up and pulled at it...And fell right back down, feeling a slight, but annoying, shock."Yes, thats the other thing we can do with your collar. Now crawl to mommy," she said, and Alex followed, whinning but obediently crawling like a trained puppy. Or a baby girl, he realized.Once they reached the crib, she sat down in front of him. "Now, I know this is your first day, but we can't let you get away with such misbehavior. So, i am going to give you a spanking. If you come over my lap and let me do it without struggling like a good little baby girl, I'll go easy on you. If you fight and I have to force you, and I can with the collar, it will be much worse. OK?"Alex considered his options. Go over her lap like a passive little lamb or a well behave child, humiliating himself with his own weakness or stand up for himself and inevitably get it worse?"I'm waiiitting..." the woman said in a cheery voice.Alex winced. She was half his size, in reality it would be no competition. She din't even seem to be older then him. And yet he was expected to obey her and degrade himself at her whim? Be HER baby and submissive? SHe was patting her lap expectantly, as if knowing the outcome. He was going to get it either way, he knew, and he had already crawled for her.Feeling upset at himself, Alex stood up and willingly lay over her lap."As I expected," She said. "Little sissies can't argue against their mommies or fight for themselves, that's why they need to be taken care of. What a good little sissy baby you are, a good princess."The first spank on his diapered behind had made Alex yelp. They got worse and worse, until Alex was bawling and crying over her lap, begin spanked to tears by someone half his size and too much of a sissy to stand up for himself. At least, that is what he knew it would look like. She had finished his punishment by cradling him in her lap and kissing him as he drank from a bottle, rocking him until his tears stopped. Alex had known at that point it would be almost impossible to ever argue he wasn't what they said he was. He would try, though.That was the beginning of his new life. A seemingly endless stream of humiliations, bizarre outfits and punishments had followed. He was spanked constantly for the smallest misbehavior, then sent to the corner or locked in his high chair to think about his actions. He was diapered constantly, usually wearing childish onesies or dresses along with them. The times he was allowed in public he was given slightly more passable clothing, but still spent most of his time wondering if anyone noticed his bulging undergarments. The smell of diapers surrounded him constantly and filled his room, whether it was combined with the smell of talcum power or something much worse depended on the day. He had learned to avoid crawling near the diaper pail very early on, almost as much as what was on the far wall. THAT he didn't even want to think about. Every part of his life aside from the writing, from the way he was fed, to the way he was talked to, to the way he was put down for his bedtimes and the toys and games he had all matched his new lifestyle. He considered himself lucky his masters thought video games were "childish."Alex had spent weeks hoping it was some kind of joke, perhaps another one of Kacey's pranks. He had tried to escape numerous times, but between locked doors, people always watching him, and the collar that seemed to function as both a wall and a tracking device, he had realized it was almost impossible. Any attempts to argue or fight his way out were just passed off as him deliberately being 'naughty' to get the kink style punishments they assumed he wanted. At this point Alex wasn't sure if they really believed it or were just saying this.At the same time, Alex's output had increased. His new masters had found dozens of ways to make money off of it, everything from a paetron to commissions and exclusive stories for sale, all penned by Alex, and almost all about his own humiliation. This seemed to be part of their own argument too. Whenever Alex pointed to old comments he made about not wanting an ABDL lifestyle as it would be unfullfilling, they pointed to his stories. He had a career, they said, and an arguably successful one. That definitely made up for the rest. If anything, this career was more creative, and let him express himself. When there was extra money, they even took him on trips, flying to other countries and making outings where Alex squirmed and struggled to keep his diapers hidden, but at least in places he wanted to go. It was exactly what he had been talking about. ABDL life, but still a complete life. Alex had not come up with a counter argument, and he doubted they really cared....Alex was once again brought back to reality, this time by a cramping in his own gut."No..." he whispered. He always hated this part. All the rest would almost be passable in comparison. It was the part he argued the most against, but the part his masters seemed the most adamant about.It was coming up quickly. They DEFINITLY had given him something. They must have, he thought.Alex tried to hold it back. He didn't know when they would be back to see him, and he didn't want to sit in it longer then neccesssary. However, he knew his struggles were pointless.He tried to concentrate on something else. He stared at the pad and pencil, trying to think of something to write. Instead, all he could think of was the growing pain in his stomach.Another cramp came. Involuntarily he jerked up on his knees and stuck his bottom out. A long, loud gush came out from his backside and into his diaper. He groaned, and began pushing. A series of noises came out with each push as his diaper became fuller and fuller. He blushed at each one. They had radios in his room, he knew, and could hear each one. He was certain part of whatever they were giving him deliberately made his mess louder. He held his breath against the smell that came from behind him. And smellier, probably. Well, if that is what they wanted... Alex turned his backside to face the large white teddy bear he knew had a radio in. He brought his backside as close to it as possible, pushed and with a loud "BRAPPPT" he finished filling his diaper right where they would hear it. It was a petty kind of revenge, he knew, and probably worse for him then it was for them. However, if he had to use his diapers, perhaps he could at least make anyone listening jump. Almost on cue, the door opened again. Alex was relieved at first, thinking he'd get a change. Then he turned pale, remembering he had yet to write anything."Hey ABAlex! How are you doing? Have you been a good little girl?" It was his "mommy" this time. His masters seemed to go back and forth between refering to him as a 'baby boy' and 'baby girl,' presumably thinking a sissy counted as somewhere in between. His mommy, however, always preferred the later.She spoke to him in the same sickly sweet tone she always used for him. Unlike his "Daddy," who would openly talk about what was happening as a kink and Alex as an adult in diapers, his "Mommy", never dropped the pretense that he was, in fact, a baby girl. She was the first to cuddle or coo over him, but at the same time, she was often the most malicious. She seemed to delight in watching him blush at her tone as she passed off the most degrading commands as normal, and the first to find reasons to 'discipline' him. She preferred that word over 'punish' as the man said, as she enjoyed the idea that it was for his own good. She couldn't spank as hard as Daddy did, but she had more then one way to make up for it."Y... yes mommy," he said."Hmmm... you don't sound to confident. Hows your story? And let me check your diaper.""Ummm, I need a change mommy!" He said, hoping to stay on the topic that, while humiliating, would not get him punished.'Oh? A change of what? I'm not sure what you are talkiing about."Alex pouted. She always made him say it. "I need a diapie change please mommy.""And why is that? Tell me. Why do I need to change your diaper?""Because..." Alex blushed. "Because its stinky, mommy. I have a stinky diaper.""Why? Say it all and ask nicely now. You don't get to demand changes. You can beg, and mommy decides.""Mommy, my diaper is stinky because I messed it. Can I get a diapie change please?""Better. Now, do big girls mess their diapers?""No...""Who does?"Babies do.""Say it again properly."'Mommy, my diapie is stinky because I am a baby and messed it. Can I get a change please?""Better. And the answer is no.""WHAT!?"She smiled broadly, then grabbed his arms and helped him stand up. "Silly baby!" she said. "You really can't tell when your messy or not, can you? Even daddy was talking about it.""Wh...waht?" Alex was confused.She reached behind him and patted his bottom hard, making him cringe at the feeling. "See? All clean. No need for a diaper change."Alex turned pale as he realized what she was doing.She sat on the crib and pulled Alex down onto her lap, facing him. Alex cringed again as he was forced to sit in his mess, and even more so as she began to bounce him and pat his bottom. "Silly baby girl. We all know babies can't tell when they fill their pampers or not, that is why they need them. You know what? From now on, just let Mommy or Daddy check them and tell you when your messy, ok?"Alex pouted at having this other freedom stripped from him."Anyway, it hasn't been long enough.""What?"She held up his blank writing pad. "See? You haven't even had time to finish your story. There is no way you'd have time to need a diaper change before you had time to finish your story.""What do you ... Oh, I get it." Alex stared at her, unable to hide how unimpressed he was.She didn't seem to mind. "Good baby. Now, about your story..."She sat him down on his bottom, once again making him wince at the feeling. Worse still was the way she had him facing. She did it deliberatly he knew, making him stare at the one thing he tried to avoid the most.'Maybe this will encourage you, little ABAlex" she said, confirming what Alex had thought. She put a pacifier in his mouth. "Now, no talking. No more distractions, no moving or turning around until you are done. You wouldn't want us to have to USE one of those again, would you?"Alex shook his head sadly. She kissed him and walked out happily. Alex looked up at what he had never wanted to see. The far wall was by far the worst of it all, even if it was the one part that didn't fit the babyish theme of the rest of his life.That wall was a large part of the reason he didn't fight back as much as he would if. It stood out clearly, was the only thing that wasn't pastel colored, pink or baby blue. Instead it was a deep red. It, according to his masters, was his 'punishment' wall. That is, when the regular childish punishments- hand spankings, corner times, etc.- weren't enough. It was cover with ropes, chains, paddles and whips, with bondage equipment and machines around it. He had been put through almost all of it at one point to another, twisted into convoluted positions, held in place for hours, or given spankings far worse then his parent's could with their hands. Of everything there, it was the part he wished he could convince them he really did not like, but the part arguing against seemed to confirm his kinks the most for them. So there he was, stuck in a crib, sitting in a messy diaper, facing a wall of bondage equipment, and knowing full well the only way to get out of the crib, get his diaper changed, or avoid the bondage equipment would be to write a story which would be used to fund more locks, diapers, and punishment toys. 'Oh well," he thought. Nothing would come from fighting at this point. He supposed in a way it was what he had said he had wanted... and writing the stories was, in an odd way, fulfilling. He couldn't deny he had an abdl kink, he just never expected it to come so strongly.He needed to think of something. He had been writing story after story for weeks, and was low on ideas. He needed a kink story about someone being treated like a baby or a girl.He suckled his pink pacifier, hoping it would help him think.Often his most popular involved using diapers....He squirmed in his own uncomfortable mess, and crinkled his nose at the smell....Or had punishment, embarrassment or forced aspects to it....He stared at the wall of paddles and ropes.How would he think of a story like that?...Eventually, after considering what to do, he decided what to write. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone what was happening, but most people would take it as a joke anyway. He started writing with "I was like something out of a..." PS: Help! Please, they let this out because I told them people would think its a joke! Help me!PPS: Hahah that was just a silly joke. Even though this story perfectly matches what I always write about and what I truly, deeply want, it is not happening right now. No need to worry or set up search party. Definitely don't look for hidden meanings or messages, say, by reading the first letter of each line after "Alex remembered the first day here very clearly.PPPS: PLEASE DEAR GOD THIS IS NOT A JOKE SOMEONE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY I SWEAR It...PPPPS: All a joke. Move on.
  5. Easygoing attractive Dad seeks dirty diapered boy in need of cleaning and changing.
  6. Against the Grain

    Hey everyone, so after reading the thread about "What if Diapers became Mainstream", as well as @omo90210 's story, "Potty Law", I came up with a good writing prompt to start a new story. I hope you like it! Be sure to check out @omo90210 and his story as well, since this story kinda takes place in the same time-line as theirs. I edited the tags as well. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 1 The year is 2065. A hundred years ago, the 1960s flourished with psychedelic music, and a counter-culture era toward a free society of arts and music. I can only assume it was glorious, and I definitely would’ve loved to have experienced that first hand. These days are a lot more different, so I can assume. My name’s Owen. I was born on October 10, 2050; the Semi-centennial year, marking 50 years after the turn of the millennium. That makes me 14, so I’m just starting high school. These days are a lot different from the past. About two decades ago, the government passed a law, mandating all kids to stay in diapers until age 18; I read about that in history class. Even most people after age 18 are stuck in diapers until they learn to use the toilet, and some don’t at all. It’s affected everything; the way nurses have to handle rashes, disposal and changing tables in schools, sales and marketing, and especially the social aspect. I guess that’s where my story comes in. I’m a bit different, I always thought it was weird. I don’t understand what the big deal is with diapers. It was about 6 months ago, in October, I was in school, waiting to take our Chemistry Exam. I was sweating a bit, and the air was a tad rancid with the smell of urine and baby powder. The teacher had to run into the hallway to send the exam through the router, when I tapped on the side of my arm by my friend, Bryon. “Hey, did you study?” He asked, whispering to me. “A little before class, did you?” I replied. “No, not at all. If I fail this test, I’m going to freak out.” He said, shaking a little. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do fine.” I confided in him, until our teacher walked back in and began handing out tests. The class remained silent for the duration of the test, I paid close attention to the questions, and made sure all of my answers were checked off on my tablet. Halfway through, I felt the slight need to pee, but wasn’t fazed for a second, when my bladder emptied itself into my diaper; it’s become second nature now. I continued with the test, and finished it after maybe 45 minutes, finalizing my answers by hitting “Submit to Teacher”, sending her the information. The rest of the class continued working, until the last person finished a few minutes before the chime rang, ending our last class for the day. “How do you think you did?” I asked Bryon while we left class together. “I don’t know, Owen, I just made sure I answered everything as best as I could.” He replied, adjusting the straps on his backpack, “What about you, Mr. Straight-A’s? How do you think you did?” He asked, shining a huge smirk at me. “Gee, I don’t know…” I began, before a leering glance beamed from Bryon, “I mean… I don’t? I got… a bit distracted when I felt like I had to pee.” I lied. I was sure I aced the exam. “Pfft, please… Mr. Know-It-All-Owen over here, you’re wearing a diaper. You can actually feel when you have to pee?” Bryon skeptically smirked, catching me in a lie. “Uhh… kinda. I can definitely feel when I go, but I can also feel when I’m about to. I don’t want to live in diapers forever.” I joked. “You probably won’t with your brains, but who would want to live without diapers? Could you imagine when people actually had to… stop what they were doing, or wait, to use the bathroom?” Bryon went on. “Yes, people did that for centuries! People these days are so backwards! What were they thinking when they passed that law?” I went off on Bryon. He just shrugged. “I don’t know, Owen. It seems a lot nicer. A lot more convenient, and sanitary, that’s for sure. I mean, I get that we’re exposing our skin, and all that, but did you know hospitals used to inject people with poison when they had cancer?” He asked, as we left the school ground and went to get picked up by our parents. “I did. That doesn’t make it right, though, I’m just sayin’.” I continued, steaming from the topic of diapers. Something about it just doesn’t make sense to me… Mom dropped me off at home, then left to finish her 14 hour shift at the hospital. As usual, I closed the front door and went up to my room. I removed my pants, then set my backpack on my bed, digging out my tablet to go over the notes for tomorrow, and take down additional notes on my personal computer. I usually did my homework the second I got home from school, so I could spend time with my parents when they got off work. After an hour of taking notes, and studying for the next day, I put my tablet back in my backpack and noticed my diaper was sagging to the maximum level recommended by my parents. I took out another from my drawer, opened it up and laid it on my bed. From there, I ripped off the tapes, and felt the cool air surround my crotch. I wiped myself clean with the alcohol-prepped sanitary wipes my Mom has been using on me since I was born; I guess it’s supposed to keep my ‘area’ from catching infections and what-not. I laid down on my bed, and positioned the diaper under me, when I remembered my conversation from today; why do we wear diapers? For a silly law? Are we crazy? I let go of the diaper’s front and set it back down. ‘No! I’m done with diapers.’ I thought. I stood back up, folded and put the diaper back into my dresser, then put my pants back on. I’m not going to conform to society’s norms. I don’t care if it’s a law. I’m done. I continued to feel heated over the whole thing. Granted, I’ve thought about this for a few weeks now, but Bryon’s argument really got motivated to make a change for the better! I got back onto the world wide server, and went about searching across the millions of pages about anti-diaper families and anti-government propaganda. The world-wide server had tons of individual links to different social movements going against the ‘diapering’ as the mainstream-server called it. Pages upon pages flashed into my head; ‘We’re Toilet-Trained and Proud!’, ‘Diapers are for Cowards!’, ‘I Remember Diapers symbolizing Weakness’, and more articles came to my search history. I was really liking what they had to say; how diapers shouldn’t be regulated by the government, and how diapers shouldn’t be a mandated tax to people over the age-restriction. Since the law went into affect in 2031, social movements have gone mainstream into trying to fight it, but apparently our New Government has kept silent about these organizations. On the flip side, only 11% of voters opposed the law, while 89% voted for it. I was a bit horrified when I saw the numbers. The more I researched the law, the more I felt sick. For over three decades now, the law has been in effect, and the results on the law turned up very positive; three-decades worth of better concentration in school for students, renowned donations and government grants to fund higher-education and better education to more schools, decreased criminal by minors across the US, and decreased poverty by the government funding diapers. I was intrigued by my research and findings, and pulled out my phone to text my friend all about my research, until I looked down, and saw that my chair was wet. ---
  7. Teen Titans Go! Season 3 Episode 11, Grube's Fairytales is decently laden with diaper references. Robin, dressed as a renaissance bard, is mocked by Raven as wearing pantaloons. Starfire tauntingly remarks that she thought he was wearing a man diaper. Robin gets really irked, and throughout the episode it becomes a running gag to make fun of his appearance. Cyborg and Beast Boy chuckle later on, asking if he pees in his diaper, and Robin once again grows infuriated. At the conclusion of the episode, Beast Boy once again roasts Robin on wearing a man diaper, and all the fellow Titans laugh at him. Robin, done being angry, just sheds a pathetic tear. The wiki link for Grube's Fairytales is right here, click on it to see the episode, gallery, and transcript. http://teen-titans-go.wikia.com/wiki/Grube's_Fairytales. YouTube only has a clip of the episode, but it includes the first two instances (Starfire & Beast Boy/Cyborg) at 00:21 and 00:34, respectively. Bye
  8. NOTTINGHAM!!

    Any ABDL's in Nottingham? I'm 19 and want to meet people Add me on kik Jamesmaybegay
  9. Florida

    Hey everyone I'm new here I live in Venice Florida it is close to Sarasota looking for preferably a daddy or diaper buddy but anyone is welcome to message me 9419296397
  10. Update. 1-2017 Because this is my own personal fantasy based on my life i often come back to this and rewrite certain things or add things here or there depending on what I'm into at the time so this is the most current rewrite version 2.0 Enjoy! 13 year old Matt sat alone at his computer screen. Being just after midnight his mom had already gone to bed for the evening. Over the past year or so this had turned into a nightly ritual for him. Matt would wait up until he was sure that his mom was asleep then he'd sneek into the living room and look up dirty pictures on the computer. One such picture that he saw late one evening captured his imagination. It was a picture of a girl sitting on a park bench and her sweatpants where drenched in pee that had sprouted from between her legs. She had to have been in her twenties and she was supper pretty. This was quite litterally the strangest and hottest picture 13 year old Matt had seen in his short life and it sparked an interest that he had long ago forgotten. After extensive yahoo searches Matt stumbled onto a community website called DPF or Diaper Pail Freinds. It was a website about older people that enjoyed wearing and using diapers. There was also a story board that housed stories of kids and adults who are put back into diapers for one reason or another. Matt read the stories every night until it became an obsesion. He imagined himself being the main character in these stories and how awesome that would be. This brought back memories of when he was nine or ten years old. He would wet his pants and bed some nights alone in his room just because, he didn't really understand why it felt good to wet himself but it did. When he was done he would hide the evidence behind his bed. In retrospect his mom must have known about it becuase after a day or two the wet pants and underwear would disapear and end up back in his dresser drawer freshly washed. Even as a young kid he knew that he wanted to wear diapers again but he didn't know how to go about getting them. He would catch himself looking at younger kids and envying their puffy pampered bottoms. Eventually after seeing no action taken by his mom the pants wetting stopped. Matt hadn't thought much about those wettings for quite some time he only knew that he missed that warm fuzzy feeling that wetting himself brought. He even had experimented with make shift diapers made with garbage bags and towels but those fell apart rather quickly after one wetting and were simply not the real thing. So one late summer night Matt typed into the internet browser, "how do i get put back into diapers?" A couple of search results down the list he followed a link to a bedwetting forum. The thread was started by a boy about my age asking the same basic question. "How do i get my mom to put me back into diapers?" The boy had asked. A lot of the responses to his question didn't make a lot of sense and were Kind of silly. I guess a silly question deserves a silly response. But as he kept scrolling down the page some responses did actually make sense. A string of posts in particual Matt paid close attention to. The first post was by someone calling themselves diapered1964 he wrote. Here's my advice. Start by wetting your bed once a week. Step it up to 2 times a week in a month. In another month wet your bed 3 nights a week and your pants once a week. By the 4th month you need to wet the bed every night and your pants every other day. Continue this until you are wetting your bed nightly and pants daily. By now you parents should have taken you to the doctor to see what is the " problem" and "why" you are wetting your bed and pants all the time. Tell the doctor you can not keep from wetting yourself, wet yourself while at the doctors. By now your parents should be purchasing diapers for you to wear and use. Do not be surprised if by now you can not keep from peeing yourself or your bed, if you still can control when you go pee you need to just relax and use the diaper you are wearing after all it is what you want to do right? Another poster chimed in after diapered 1964 their name was beentheredonethat they wrote. I have to say that this is probubly the best advice from this nonsense thread. Although perhaps a little over simplified. The key In making this strategy work is by making your sudden unexplainable incontinence as believable as possible. Slow and steady is the real key in doing this. To many accidents to fast will raise suspicions and lead your parents to question wether you are having genuin accidents or if you are simply peeing your pants on purpose. which you totally are! Any caring parent will take you to see a doctor. They will run tests. Make you jump through rings of fire. They will attempt to fix the problem, that is how doctors operate. All you need to do is continue wetting yourself everyday no matter what the doctor says or does. Having plenty of high visibility accidents in embaressing situations will speed up the process when you start wetting yourself in public. It also adds a lot to the realism factor and puts added pressure on your parents to do something about your problem rather than ignoring it. If the only time you wet your pants is at home, locked away in your room two feet away from clean clothes and a bathroom that wont look right. If you truly want to wear diapers again you simply have to pretend like you already are. At school, with family or just hanging out with friends if you feel the need to go. Go! No matter where you are or who is around you, pee right into your pants. Over time this will wear everyone down physically and emotionally, once the doctors have done every test every treatment and can't find anything medically wrong with you, frustration will likely set in. Your parents will surely have tried everything they can think of to fix you and will have run out of ideas. Eventually It's gonna be expected that you are going to pee your pants non-stop throughout the day and you are going to wet the bed at night. If you are still on occasion peeing in the toilet out of convience, stop doing that. Only use your pants, pull-ups or diaper if that is what you are wearing, no matter where you are. By occasionally using the restroom you are only giving false hope to your parents that this might someday get better. You've gotta sqaush that thought, by showing zero signs of there ever being any improvement now or in the future. You've got to prove to them that you shouldn't be wearing anything other than a thick diaper. Once it clicks for them that constantly wetting yourself is going to be the new normal for you, your parents will likely switch gears from trying to fix you to helping you live comfortably with your condition. Diapers are a near certainty once this reality sets in for everybody. This is when you can expect to see real plastic backed, tapes on the sides for a snug fit, extra absorbant diapers because they are the only logical and cost effective solution for a young person who has full urinary incontinence such as yourself who wants to still have a semi-normal life. When this happens it can also be taken as a sign of exceptance on their part. By diapering you they understand that you need them now and will likely not hastle you as much about it and everyone will move on because by now your parents will be sick of dealing with wet sheets and clothes and will probably be relieved that you are back in diapers full time. It'll be their idea not yours. And they will love it. Hopefully. Lol. Congratulations to you, if you have made it this far you will have totally earned those diapers you will be wearing. Some food for thought. If you are unable to have a public accident or are afraid that somebody will find out that you wear diapers because you can't stop peeing and or pooping in your pants you might want to reconciter this. It is normal to be afraid of what people will say because Other kids will make fun of you. A young person who cannot control their bodily functions is not a normal thing outside of severly handycapped people. Most adults will be cool about it but kids will be cruel to you and you will lose friends over this. Sorry just being real here. Also something to think about is that by actively not controlling your basic bodily functions over time your body will respond to not holding back your urine and you may actually find that you will develope some real form incontince. Your diaper will be wet without you realizing it. Leaks will happen at the worst times. In front of family, freinds co-works and classmates. And of course strangers as well. Most of the time the fact that you are wearing a diaper can be conceiled with baggy clothes and frequent scheduled changes but sometimes it can't be hidden as easily and you need to be okay with that. Ya im wearing a diaper, you wear miss matching socks, so what! There were other responses as well but none that were as inspiring as those two. A couple of posters said just to be honest about it and ask them if they would buy diapers for him to wear. Matt had mixed feeling about trying that, on one hand it could work but it seemed unlikely. the posibility of that strategy blowing up in his face was high. Too high to be seriously consitered. The method seemed so mind bogglingly simple. I realized then that I was way over thinking this and turning this into some higher form of mental gymnastics. I had seen diapers at the drug store but they were so expensive. I would have to save all of my money but even then it wouldn't be enough to cover the cost of wearing full time and besides hiding it like that would be impossible. My mom would at somepoint find a stash of diaper and think i was a freak. Maybe i am a freak. But with this plan all I needed to do is pee in my pants. A lot. Without giving up or showing that there is any end in sight. If I play it off as legitimate accidents what other choice does that give my mom but to put me back in diapers. I just gotta play the long game for long term gain. Having little or no fear of getting embarassed also goes a long way it would appear. Because if I were to follow this plan I was sure to have plenty of accidents in social settings. Assholes are going to find something to make fun of me for anyways so I'm not scared of what people are gonna say if I wet my pants every once in a while. The only real question is, do I have the guts to try and pull this whole scheme off? Would it even work if i tried? My mother was not exactly the hardcore disaplinarian so i knew i wouldn't get in trouble per se if it failed to produce the results that i wanted. After all it wasn't like she punished me back in the day when she found pairs of wet pants stashed under my bed. She didn't rush out and buy me diapers either. But when I was younger I didn't have a plan or a guide to follow and I gave up on things way to fast. This time will be different. I cleared the history file and got a large glass of water out of the sink and chugged it down knowing that it would work its way through my system and perhaps end up in my bed that night. At 2:45AM i woke up with a stabbing pain in my bladder. This was it, i had to make a dession What was it going to be. It's so cold out there and i am so snug and warm under my blankets. Fuck this, i'm not getting out of bed if i don't have to. I tried letting go and nothing happened at first. I laid there pushing and mentally fighting against years of built up potty training but to no avail. I closed my eyes and pretended like i was already wearing that diaper. Its okay to pee in your diaper i told myself. Thats what they are made for. Wet your diaper. After a few tense seconds I felt my body loosen up and my whole body relaxed. Soon i was wetting my bed and it felt just as good as I had remebered. Why did i ever stop doing this in the first place. i smiled and drifted off to sleep.
  11. The Magic Shop

    Hey all! I've decided to try my hand at writing a short, simple story instead of beginning a long one (and getting burned out instantly, and never finishing it.). A few things of note are that I'm mostly writing this for me to enjoy (so it might have some stuff you aren't into), and I'm also writing this on my phone (there might be some formatting errors). I appreciate any and all criticisms! So, without further ado... Arin was pretty much just your average teenager. He'd go to school every morning, he'd come home and play video games and do his homework, then he'd go to sleep. He never skipped class, and he tried his best to make it to school on time every day, but today was different. On his usual walk to school, he noticed a brand new store had opened up. A large, obnoxious rabbit in a hat logo was surrounded by lights, with the words "MAGIC SHOP" written in bold letters beneath it. "That's weird..." Arin thought. Magic shops aren't super common outside of tourist-y towns like Vegas or Orlando. Without even thinking, Arin's legs began to move on their own towards the enigmatic storefront. "I guess school can wait..." Arin said to nobody in particular as he walked inside. Every single inch of wall in the shop was coated with simple tricks, jokes, and other overpriced wears that were sure to be broken or lost within minutes of use. Things like fake dog vomit, card tricks, and rubber insects were laid out as far as the eye can see. With a tip of his cheap looking hat, a man no older than 20 waved to Arin. "Welcome to Sir Phineas's Bazarre of the Bizarre!" He said, faking his optimism. Arin only gave him a nod. For some reason, these low quality toys facinated Arin much more than they should. With each new plastic dog turd and plush bunny in a hat, his excitement grew exponentially. But soon, this feeling of joy that overcame him suddenly was fleating. He looked to the cashier, and asked "Don't you have anything more... Magical?." Suddenly, the sarcastic and seemingly uncaring employee had a twinkle in his eye, grinning at the 17 year old. "Well, we keep the good stuff in the back!" He said with a wink, grabbing Arin by the hand and leading him into the back room. As he walked through the doorway, Arin could feel his underwear get thicker, but he didn't question it for some reason. He followed the employee closely, bumping into him and clapping like an excited child. As Arin's underwear changed, the cashier felt the telltale bulge of some new, more infantile undergarments. Suddenly, the top-hatted man stopped in his tracks, and turned to face Arin. "I just want you to relax, and keep talking to me." He said, and with a wave of his wand, Arin felt a whole new feeling inside of him. He had an immense pressure in his stomach, and he released the telltale "I have to poop" fart. He was so emberrased. "So how has your day been so far?" The cashier asked, as if the teen wasn't standing crouched over, about to fill his pants. For whatever reason... Arin felt less emberrased with each simple bit of small talk the employee made. As his blush subsided, he was putting less effort into clenching his cheeks. "So shouldn't you be at school?" Was the last straw, as Arin began grunting, pushing the hot, smelly load into his diaper. "N-No... Mr..." he answered to the cashier between grunts. "Please, call me Phineas~" The cashier said, reaching into the boys pants and feeling the growing warm bulge on his backside. Phineas patted the younger boy's head, and called him various pet names while Arin stuck his thumb in his mouth, wetting his diaper on the spot. He knew he should feel shame, but he couldn't remember why. As Arin sat down with a "smush!", Phineas pulled a sheet of paper covered in questions. "What are the first 5 letters of the alphabet?" "A, B, C, uhm... 4?" Arinresponded. "What's an animal you might see at the zoo?" "A... Doggie..." Arin's eyes began to dim slightly, drool leaking out of his mouth and onto his shirt. "What is 2+2?" "G-Guahhh" was the only noise to come from Arin, besides the "crinkle-smush" from his diaper, which he was bouncing on. Phineas simply picked up the teen, removing his shorts, and magically turning his shirt into a onesie. "Since you've been such a good boy, you get a cookie!" Phineas proclaimed to the brainless boy in front of him, handing him a fresh baked chocolate chip that appeared out of thin air. As Arin munched on his treat and enjoyed his full diaper, Phineas had all of his things magically packed, ready to move to another town tomorrow. He loved what he did, going from place to place, making young boys and girls into diapered idiots. With a simple call to Arin's parents, Phineas, and all of his belongings, disappeared in a cloud of smoke. By the time they got there, Arin was grinding his full padding against a pole in an empty building, with no trace of the magician or his products.
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  13. LF Mommy?

    I'm semi new to this ABDL thing...So far i'm really into the idea of being a baby once more but i'm a bit scared of a few things, one being my family finding out, two being getting diapers. Iv been craving a real diaper since all I can do is a home made, trash bag with lodes of toilet rolls. I'm looking for a mommy that could pick me up some times and treat me like a baby. Or send me some diapers and we can play another way. Im in Concord MA
  14. Forced boy into a baby girl rp?

    I'm looking for someone to rp with me. My character being a teenage boy forced to be a baby girl. I would like to rp on skype but email or anywhere else is fine too
  15. Hi this is my first try at a story and English isn't my first language so bear with me Part 1 So not how he thought his first month of college would go. Almost 18 Tee just moved away from his parents to start Uni far away from home. Sitting anxiously on his new flats sofa waiting for his dad to return his mind started to drift back to his childhood memories. He has always been the perfect kid. Smart polite quiet top of his class loved by his teachers and peers. Every parents dream - well almost... 2 problems remained almost constant in his life or was it actually 1 ? Seemed like no matter how much he tried somehow having a healthy bowel regimen didn't seem to work for him. And neither did staying dry at night 365 nights a year. He was the eldest of 3 children his parents were well off as his father Chris was a quite successful singer, which also meant him being away from home for weeks at a time for work. His mom Patty worked mostly from home with 3 children at different ages was the most logical thing to do. He couldn't remember if there was ever a time in his life longer than a few months where he had no troubles with either wetting his bed or having regular bowel movements or more commonly both. He remembered as a toddler numerous suppositories given by his mom, who always seemed less patient with him than his dad. But most ordinary days only his mom was there to notice him hiding trying to avoid the urge to go potty. Things didn't get better as he grew older. As his mom had his siblings she seemed to have lesser and lesser patience to deal with her eldest and probably most anxious child's issues . He was seen by numerous doctors who either offered only temporary solutions or just said he will grow out of it. Now he started to wonder if he ever will. He thought back to the family summer vacation when he was 12 or 13. His dad been away for a few weeks when his wetting started up again . His sister was just being potty trained and he remembered his mom muttering under her breath that she once again got 2 kids in diapers at night but maybe by the end of the summer it would only be 1. Him. As rules went, his problems were only known by his parents and most rules were made by his mom since she was the 1 home most of the time. When he was little the rules were getting diapered ( either by mom or dad ) and not being allowed to take off the diaper without 1 of them. As he grew older his dad bought goodnites for him which made his life so much easier. He still had a rubber sheet to protect the bed but now he could change his own pullup and didn't require his parents to change him. Normally there were no punishments for wetting his bed. He was allowed to sleep without a pullup if he was dry for 4 nights in a row. If he wet the bed he was required to take off his sheets pjs and put them in the laundry, letting his mom know what happened during the night. Usually after a few wet sheets he had to start wearing the pull-ups again. That summer however he decided to try to hide the fact that he was having nighttime accidents again. It turned out to be a big mistake. His mom found out as of course she did what mom wouldn't . Though until that day when he came home to find his mom in the middle of the living room waiting for him he never got punished for wetting his bed.
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  17. New. Advice. Help.

    Hello world, I was introduced to the community by my boyfriend of two years. He recently came out to me about a year ago. I can imagine this being hard for him but I'm a rather accepting and understanding person. Only wish I had known sooner so we could play. He expressed to me that he is a DL not an AB, which either way is dandy. I'm cool with his interests and allow him to play as he sees fit and will more often than not join him. My questions are necessarily about why how etc etc but more details. When I ask him or read online about how to go about sex and making the experience more enjoyable for the both of us I get generic answers. I want specific details on what to do and how to do it. We have regular sex and are switches. I'd be interested in letting him "be my daddy" or I "be his mommy", or at least trying it. I just need specific details on how to do things or again what to do. Neither of us would neccessairly be interested in full baby play such as, pacifiers, clothing, or baby talk. I need help so I can fully satisfy my boyfriend and gain some satisfaction for myself.
  18. John's Regression

    This is my first attempt at a story. Please leave feedback. **WARNING** this story is very very graphic. I am very descriptive. You have been warned. Chapter 1 "John!" my mother exclaimed, "John! Wake up its nearly noon." "So much for it being summer" I thought, I slowly started to wake up as the warm sunshine pierced through my windows. However, my bed felt cold..."Dammit! Wet again" I exclaimed. This was the third time this week and it was only Wednesday. "Did you wet the bed again dear?" my mother asked, In a panicked state I had to make a decision on whether or not to tell her the truth. I had made up my mind sort of. "Maybe" I sheepishly replied, "John, sweety, this is the third time this week and this has been going on for almost two weeks now," my mother soothingly replied. I began to respond, "I know but..." but was cutoff by my mother. "John I am going to call the doctor and see if he can get you in this afternoon," "Ok" I replied "Change into some dry clothes and place your sheets and clothes by the washer" she said I shamefully gathered my sheets and clothes and then took a nice long shower. Frustrated I thought, "Come on John you are fifteen not two why are you pissing yourself?" I turned the water off and got dressed. "Now what to do with my day?" I pondered trying to get my mind off the events of this morning. "video games of course", Not really having anything better to do with my time I turned on my computer and started playing games until I was interrupted by my mom, "John, I have good news, the doctor managed to fit us in today" Good news for her maybe but I kind of wanted to avoid the subject. Embarrassed I replied, "Cool" "I know it is embarrassing sweety but we need to take care of this" my mom soothed "I know" I replied "We can get ice cream afterward, how does that sound?" she said. "That sounds great mom" I replied. in a much better mood. I enjoyed ice cream and it was always nice to get to spend some time with my mom doing fun things like that. "Lets get going" my mom said while grabbing the car keys. Chapter 2 "Make sure you use the bathroom before we leave," my mother reminded. "I don't have to go," "Are you sure? Could you at least try for me" my mom kindly asked. "Sure, I will try," I replied. She has been so nice about all of this even if she was treating me like I was a child. Although I kind of enjoyed it oddly. "Thanks sweety," she gratefully replied. Oddly enough I did have to go. But why didn't I feel it? I left these questions in the back of my mind and went with my mom to the doctors office. The doctor's office smelled like disinfectant. I was not the biggest fan of the doctors office. "John, the doctor will see you know," the receptionist called out. I went in with my mom and sat down. The doctor came in shortly after. "So, John your mom said that you have been having problems with wetting the bed? It is a normal issue that many young boys your age face. Normally, it occurs earlier on but I guess you are just a late bloomer. I will run some tests to be sure but there is not really anything I can do to fix this. It will take care of itself on its own," the doctor explained. After he ran some tests he asked to speak to my mom in private and they whispered a few things back and forth. Then they both turned back to me. "Good to see you again John" the doctor said as he left. "Ok John, we can leave now" my mother said while walking toward the door. "To get ice cream?" I eagerly asked. "Yes, but I have to my a quick stop first at the drug store, but you can wait in the car" she answered. "Sure" I replied I got in the car with her and we left. Soon we arrived at the drug store and she went in and in ten minutes she came out with two bags one with a large square box but I did not pay much attention to it. She put them in the back and got in. "All done sweety" she happily said. "Awesome" I replied. We then soon arrived at the ice cream store. We got out of the car and went in. The bell ringed as we entered the brisk shop. "What would you like?" the cashier asked. "I would like one scoop of vanilla" I replied. The man grabbed a cone and plopped one scoop of vanilla ice cream in it and handed it to me. I eagerly took a lick as my mom paid for it. We soon returned to the car and began home. "Thank you mom" I said. "No problem sweety, thank you for being a good sport about the whole issue. Speaking of which I would like to talk to you when we get back," she replied Feeling nervous and curious I replied sheepishly "Ok" "Do not worry you are not in trouble," she reassured. We arrived back home soon after and she wiped my mouth of ice cream. We went inside and she brought the bags from the drug store into the kitchen and began to make dinner. Forgetting about the conversation that we were suppose to have I went upstairs and played some more video games until. "John, time for dinner" my mother called up. "Cool, I will be right down mom" I replied back I went down and we both sat at the table and ate together. After dinner she asked for me to come into the kitchen and sit down. "John, this is going to be difficult for you but I am getting tired of doing laundry every morning and you have not been getting a good nights rest. The doctor said that you should wear some protection. Unfortunately, because of your small size, none of the adult products will fit you. However, this does make finding um protection that will fit you not that hard" she said as she lifted a package of pampers size 6 disposable diapers onto the table. Still a bit in shock I sat there in silence as she continued. "We should probably go over some new rules regarding this um situation. First rule, I will be changing you..." She began saying as I cut her off. "I think I would be able to change myself and first off aren't those for babies, they even have pictures of Elmo on the front. Mom do I really need those?" "Sweety I know this is a lot to take in but you think of how nice it will be to be able to sleep through the night and not having to wake up in a wet bed?" she began to explain. "I suppose it would be nice to wake up in a dry bed. But why do you have to change me. Can't I change myself?" I questioned. I was beginning to accept my fate of diapers. I mean how bad could it be. No one would have to know and who knows I might even come to like them. I did always miss being a kid and having everything be easier and simpler. "Sweety, it would be easier for the both of us if I changed your diapers. I was changing your diapers for three years, I can still do it today. You also would probably forget something like powder or mess up the taping which would cause a leak or cause you to get a rash. No offense, it just takes some experience," my mother explained. "This would just be easier for the both of us. Ok sweet." "Well this is awkward, my mom changing my diapers. I mean for a baby this is normal but I am 15 years old. Though it might be nice to have my mom baby me a little. Who knows. Still though... You know what I will give it a shot. I mean it can't be all that bad right?" I thought about it for a second and then had my answer. "Sure mom" I replied. "Thank you for being so cooperative, I know this must be tough for you honey" my mother soothed "Oh and one more thing, please do not take off your diaper yourself. If you wake up in the middle of the night and have to use the bathroom, just wake me up and I will take off your diaper. It would be easier if you didn't try and incorrectly re-diaper yourself and cause a wet bed," my mother added. "Ok mom" I replied, not really thinking about what that statement actually meant. I just went back to playing video games for a bit then went to watch TV. Chapter 3 I was watching TV in the living room when my mom came in. "Sweety, it is nearly 11pm and I am getting tired. I think that we should both go to bed," my mother yawned. Forgetting about the incidents that had occurred earlier in the day I responded "But it is the summer, I do not have to wake up in the morning," "Yes, but you are still a growing boy and you need your sleep, now could you go into the kitchen and grab the plastic bags and bring them to my room?" she asked Feeling a bit defeated, I thought to myself "Maybe a little more sleep would not be so bad. It might even help with the bedwet... Diapers, I completely forgot. Well this is sure to be an interesting night" "Ok mom" I replied I went into the kitchen to get the two bags. One of which contained the large package of pampers, the other I had not investigated yet and assumed it was just some make-up for my mom. However, I still paid little attention to its contents at this point. They just did not seam to matter. So, I brought the bags up to her room where she had laid out on the floor a mat of some sort. "hey mom, here are the bags you asked for" I said in a puzzled manor. Still curious about the whole situation. "Thank you sweety, just set those down right next to me and go get your pajamas" my mother replied as she reached into the bag and pulled out the package of pampers. I walked up to my room slowly, pondering the current situation, "Well this is actually happening, I am going to be put into a diaper by my mom like a two year old. Me, John, a fifteen year old man, or I guess I should say boy now. I don't feel quite grown up enough anymore to call myself a man. Anyway I don't think I am quite ready to give up being a kid" I thought to myself as I grabbed my pajamas from my oak dresser. "I guess I will not be needing these" I said to myself while refraining to reach for the drawer containing my underwear. I then hurried back to my mom's room. As I walked in and noticed what my mom had prepared for me I stopped cold in my tracks. "Sweety, put those on the bed and strip down for me" I humbly complied, now content with my fate. "Lay down here for me" she asked as she pointed to the blue mat. However there was a white bottle of baby powder next to it and some cream. I complied with her request and sat down on the mat. It was cold and made a crackling sound as I sat down. A shiver went up my spine. "Good, now lay down and lift your rear up" she asked as she began to unfold the diaper. The smiling red face of Elmo looking at me almost brought a tear to my eye. While the silence was being interrupted by the crinkling of the diaper and my moms soft humming. "I cannot believe that this is happening to me," I thought quietly to myself. My mother seeing me in some distress soothed me "Baby it is ok, I am sure that a lot of boys your age share your issue," she reassured as she wiped the one stray tear from my eye. Her warm touch calmed me and I felt as though everything would be ok. I felt oddly very safe and secure. "You can relax now sweety," she said in a very calming voice. I the sat back down with a crinkle from the diaper and a crackle from the mat. The diaper was soft and thick. It felt like I was sitting on a pillow almost. It was warm and nice, much better than the cold hard mat. I her a small pop as the smell of baby powder filled the room. It was cold at first but it soon warmed up to my body temperature. "Lift your legs up for me sweety," she kindly requested. I silently nodded and pulled my legs up and my butt off the diaper. I felt her sprinkle more powder onto me. "Wouldn't want to get a rash now would we" she said in a joking voice. I smiled and shook my head. I then felt a very cold cream being placed onto my backside. It smelled kind of funny but the smell of baby powder overpowered it. "Ok, you can put your legs back down now sweety" she said. I lowered my legs once again feeling the warmth of the diaper under me. The cream was beginning to warm up to my body temperature. "Spread your legs for me dear," she asked. I did so and she then took the front end of the diaper and pulled it up to my belly. Then she fastened the two tapes snugly with a smile on her face. "I think that she is enjoying this. She might have missed not having a baby to care for," I thought. I was an only child and she was not able to have anymore children due to a complication during my birth. "All done baby" she warmly said. I sat up and discovered that I was unable to fully close my legs together due to the bulk between my legs. I stood up to get my pajamas on while hearing the faint crinkle sound of the diaper. As I through my shirt on my mother recommended that I not where pants. "baby are you sure you want to wear pants it is rather hot and you usually do not where them anyway during the summer. I am the only one who will see you. You don't have to worry about your diaper being visible," she said while placing her hand on my back. The warm touch reassured me that everything would be ok and the snug warm grip of the diaper added to this feeling. "Thank you for helping me with all of this mom. You always do look out for me," I said as I gave her a hug. "You are my baby, of course I will look out for you" she said. "Now, get on into bed and I will be up in a minute to tuck you in," she said as she gave my padded rear a pat. I went up to my room and got into my warm covers. "She has not tucked me in for five years. This is a pleasant surprise," I thought to my self eagerly. I then heard the door crack open. As my mother came in. "I just want to make sure you are ok still baby. You have been so good about all of this I think that I will reward you with a trip to the zoo this weekend. How does that sound?" she asked as she tucked my sheets in. "That sounds wonderful, the uh diaper does feel a little different but I can get use to it. It actually is not that bad," I said enthusiastic. I loved the zoo, the animals, the food, and the time I would get to spend with my mother. "Goodnight John" she said while flipping off the lights. "Goodnight mommy" I yawned. I guess I was more tired than I thought. I shut my eyes and went to sleep. Chapter 4 The golden sunlight from my windows warmed my face as I cracked open my eyes. "9 am" I thought "That is earlier than normal. well I did go to bed earlier and my bed is not wet ... oh I almost forgot, the diapers" My crotch felt damp yet my bed was dry. I reached my hand down and felt my crotch. "This is a lot thicker and squishier than last night" I thought as I squeezed gently to feel the squishy and slightly warm padding. I then smelled a wonderful smell from the kitchen, "Bacon" I concluded. My mom was making breakfast. I got up from my bed and sat on the side. My diaper was sagging and sloshing around. I stood up, noticing that the diaper was much thicker than before and waddled downstairs into the kitchen. "Good morning sweety, how did you sleep" she said with a cheery smile. "I slept very well actually" I replied. It was true I had not slept like that in years. "I see the diapers worked, barely" she remarked while looking at the sagging state of my diaper. She the got two plates out and put scrambled eggs on them. "This looks great. Thanks mom" I said as I sat down at the table with my plate. The diaper squishing and releasing some liquid into my crotch which was soon absorbed again. My mother then brought me a glass of milk and we had a nice breakfast together. "The cable guy says that the internet will be out today and for some of tomorrow" she said while sipping her coffee. "Aww that means that I cannot play any video games. What should I do instead?" I said with a depressed mood. "You could always play outside. I think there is a basketball next to your old sandbox" my mother replied. "But first lets get you out of that wet diaper". I followed her back up to her room where she removed the diaper. It hit the bathroom floor with a loud thud. I then took a shower and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. "Basketball. Never was really one for sports but I could give it a try" I thought to myself as I tied my sneakers. I went downstairs and then into our backyard. We still had a swing-set and a sandbox from when I was younger. "Those were some good times" I thought as I remembered the fun I had playing in the sandbox and on the swings as a child. I noticed the basketball at the corner of the sandbox. I went to go get it. Picking it up I noticed a dusty shovel and pail. "I guess we forgot to give these away" I thought to myself. "Well, I do not really know much about basketball but I do remember all of the good times I had in this sandbox" I thought as I sat down in the cold sand. I began to play and dig holes and such. I felt like I did when I was younger. I was very happy. Hours went by and the sunshine warmed my body. However, I felt a strange sensation. The sun was causing my clothes to get warmer but my crotch felt warmer than normal and damp! I looked down at my shorts and sure enough there was a basketball size spot on the front of my shorts. "Did I really just wet myself. I did not even feel it. Maybe I am not as old as I think I am..." I thought as tears began to form in my eyes. I felt helpless. "John are you ok?" my mother called out. She immediately could see that there was a problem. She hurried outside and saw what had happened. She put her hand on my shoulder and said "Shh it's alright baby, everything will be ok" she soothed. tears had stopped forms as she wiped the tears off of my cheeks. "Lets get you inside and into some dry clothes" she said as she helped me up. I held her hand and we both walked inside. “Just put your clothes by the wash and I will take care of it. Could you come into my room when you get the chance†my mom said to me. My cheeks were dry from the tears and my nose was still running but I gave a faint reply, “Ok mom I will be there in a second†as I got changed into some dry clothes. It was so nice to be dry, the feeling of the dry fabric lifted my spirits a bit. I then went into my moms room to find her sitting on the bed. “Come sit next to me, we need to have a talk†she said in a very serious tone. I felt my stomach churn with unease as I heard this. “What could she want to talk about that is so serious?†I thought as I slowly walked toward the bed. I hopped up next to her and she put her hand gently on my leg. “Sweety, I know it is not your fault that you are having these accidents†my mother said before I interrupted her “It was only one accident†I replied, “One daytime accident†she quickly responded. She went on “Now I know this may be hard for you but it would make things easier for the both of us and it will only be until you are dry for three days†she said nervously. Things were starting to click in my head about what she was about to say next. “I think it would be best if you were in diapers during the daytime too. You can come to me at anytime and I will take them off to let you use the bathroom. But it would be easier and we would not have to worry about ruining any furniture or running any extra loads of laundry†she explained. I was unsure about the idea, “I mean I was or am 15 or at least I think I am. I mean it is true that I was born 15 years ago, but my actions would seam to suggest a much younger age. Maybe diapers are the right answer. Maybe I am a baby. I am very confused. Who am I?†I thought to myself. “Ok mom maybe you are right. I will give it a try just for you†I replied “Oh thank you so much sweety, now you know the drill strip for me while I get your mat†she replied with an excited tone. I think she is enjoying this more and more. “What is that mat and where did you get it?†I asked. “It is actually your old changing mat†she replied as she got a fresh diaper from the package. Then within five minutes I could not close my legs together. I redressed but had some issues with my shorts. The added bulk of the diapers seamed to make it so they would not fit. “Having trouble baby?†my mom asked looking at my struggle. “Oh it looks like we will need to go shopping for some shorts that will fit, but for now I suppose you can run around in just a diaper. I mean it’s only going to be me who will see you and anyway it will make it easier for me to check if you are wet†she said while giving a gentle pat to the rear of my diaper. I was basically almost anything now. Whatever dignity I had left was mostly gone. “Good idea mom†I responded. I looked at a mirror, “Wow I really do look the part of a two year old†I thought to myself before having my thoughts interrupted. “You look so cute†my mother said in a loving voice while looking in the same mirror. I then went back outside to play more in the sandbox. I felt younger than ever, but I was sort of enjoying it. I got to be carefree and happy. Not a worry in the world. “John dinner†my mother called out. “Coming†I replied, that was fast, how time flies when you are having fun. I got up noticing the added bulk and weight of my diaper. “This feels heavier than this morning but maybe I am just imagining things†I thought as I went back inside the house. Chapter 5 “What is for dinner mom?†I asked. “Potato stew†she replied and then proceeded to examine my diaper. “See aren’t you glad your in diapers. Your soaked. I will change you after dinner into your nighttime diapers. Which reminds me I have to make some adjustments to those†she said as she got some bowls out and began to fill them with potato stew. “I am wet! I did not even feel a need to go... This is getting worse. Or better. I am unsure. Who do I want to be? A 15 year old in diapers or a normal two year old?†I thought still kinda at odds with who or what I wanted to be. I went to sit down at the table when an odd sensation began to occur in my crotch. I felt warmth spreading and pooling in the bottom of my diaper waiting to be absorbed. My diaper was being saturated by another wetting. I put my hand on the front of my diaper and felt how warm it was. I gave it a gentle squeeze and felt liquid ooze from the inside and join the pool that was forming at my bottom inside my diaper. It sort of aroused me. Then my mom put my plate in front of me and we began to eat. “How are you doing sweety?†my mom asked. “Not to bad. I could get use to this†I replied. “Oh, good I thought you might have more issues with this than you have. Or that you would cause a larger fuss. You are such a good baby†my mother said with a smiling face, a face that filled my heart with joy. I loved to see my mother happy and it seemed that this was bringing her joy. We finished dinner and I followed her up to her room. She brought a knife with her this time. I was confused on what she was doing. This time she pulled out two diapers from the package. Confused I watched as she sliced holes in the plastic of the first one and laid it down for me to get on. This was a different changing experience though, as I was not taking a shower afterward. "My diaper is being changed" I thought as I was soon interrupted by the ripping sounds of the tapes of my soaked diaper. "Wow you really did a number on this one baby" she said with a chuckle. I blushed a little. "I was just a normal fifteen year old boy" My thoughts were interrupted by the cold moist baby wipe making contact with my skin. "Now here you are, an unpotty trained two year old... Is it so bad though? Maybe I will be happier? Maybe this is the age I am suppose to be." I thought to myself while my mom taped up the first diaper. "Tonight I am going to double diaper you sweety. You were nearly leaking when you woke up this morning. So I thought that it might be better to be on the safe side" my mom said while taping up the second diaper. "All set" she said enthusiastically. I stood up, or at least attempted to stand up as much as I could. The mass between my legs was so thick that I had to keep my legs spread wide apart. "So this is why babies waddle" I thought to myself. "You want to watch some TV with me for a couple hours baby?" my mom asked as she began to gather up the supplies. "Sure that sounds great mom" I said as I began to waddle to the door. "I will meet you down there I just have to finish up the order for your new clothes,†and with a gentle pat on my bum she went to get her smart phone to complete the order. "Oh good, it will be nice to where pants again. I said as a waddled down the stairs. I sat down on the couch with a crinkle. "Wow, these are really comfortable" I thought to myself as I enjoyed the thick pillowing cushion attached to my rear. "So what do you want to watch sweety?" my mother asked as she entered the room. "Not sure, lets just see what is on," I replied as my mother sat down next to me. After flipping through the channels we settled on a kids movie. "Even if it is a kids movie that does not mean it cannot be good" I thought to myself as my mom gently put her warm arm around me and scooted me closer to her. She then put her other arm around me and I at close to her warm comforting chest. She began to stroke my hair. I had never felt so comfortable or secure in my life. I was in my own little slice of heaven. About halfway through the movie, I felt a familiar feeling in my bladder. A slight pressure, signaling my need to pee, a feeling that I had not had for a the last day. "I can hold it until the end of the movie and besides I am in such a comfortable spot, I really don't want to move" I thought to myself as I lay in front of my mother with her arms cuddled around me. Five more minutes passed, the pressure in my bladder grew. It was beginning to become uncomfortable. "Shoot, I really have to pee but I don't want to get up from this spot" I thought as I remembered the bulk between my legs. "Well I mean, I am wearing a diaper, and it will be wet by tomorrow morning anyways... Mom did say that she double diapered me so it could hold more... Maybe if I just let a little bit out. Just to relieve a little bit of the pressure" I thought to myself as I began to relax my bladder. I instinctively put my thumb in my mouth. "If I am suppose to be a two year old, I guess it would be ok to act like one" I thought to myself as the warm stream began to flow into the crotch of my thirsty diaper. I had only intended to let a little bit go but now that I had started, I could not stop. The warmth spread to the rear of my diaper as the liquid sloshed around before being absorbed by the thirst diaper. "ahh... that feels good... Oh no I was only suppose to let a little out. But whatever, it is a diaper, it is meant for this" I thought to myself while enjoying the warm squishy feeling of my wet diaper. Then my mother suddenly asked me "Baby, did you have an accident?" "She must be able to feel it. Oh well" I thought to myself as I took my thumb out of my mouth. "Maybe" I sheepishly responded still feeling the warm mass between my legs growing. "It’s ok sweety, I will check you when the movie is over" she responded with a gentle pat on my head. After about ten more minutes I began to feel tired. My mother had pulled a warm red plush blanket over the both of us. I felt very cozy and let out a yawn. "Someone looks tired" my mother whispered while stoking my hair. "A little" I yawned. My eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier. After about five more minutes I was fast asleep. To be continued...
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    My cute pj top.
  20. New From Winnipeg

    Hey there. Just reaching out, looking to see what this site has to offer and perhaps the off-chance to bump into any interesting people that share my interests! I am 19 years old, male, currently waiting on College for Welding and I love Steam games, baseball, playing the violin and obviously, diapers. Just for a few things to know about me!
  21. Abducted(open)

    (I have an RP idea; my character, Oliver Patterson, a twenty-two year old who is driving over to his friends' house, is captured by a man who takes him to a secluded house/whatever and treats him like a baby. It has to be forced, with forced regression/babying, and the man who does it needs to be dominating, and try altering him so he becomes a baby mentally. Anyone interested in RPing the man? Post here or PM me if you are.)
  22. Locked

    Waking up that day was difficult enough, with a pounding headache keeping him from speaking and vomit covering the sheets of the bed. Hangovers had never been kind to him, but this was horrible; the pain wouldn't leave, it only became worse as time dragged on. It felt like someone was drilling holes in his head, rapping against his skull and tearing at his nerves, attempting to make him scream with agony. Naturally, he did end up screaming, and tumbling off his bed with a loud thump. With tears in his eyes, vomit on his pajamas and a flask in his left hand, he muttered, "I wish I didn't have to clean these goddamn sheets every day." He had only himself to blame, but the extra laundry was a hassle; he needed things to become easier. No more waking up and having to clean every inch of his bed, no more waking up with massive headaches and downing so much Advil he could hardly stand. Yet, he never kept it that way, it seemed; just yesterday, he'd hidden his beer in the back of the fridge, only to tear the fridge apart looking for just one can. One thing was for sure, he was tired, and he hadn't gotten enough sleep for years. "I wish I could sleep better. I wish someone would help me the fuck out, because I'm tired of not being able to pay the stupid bills, I'm...I'm fucking sick of work..." He knew that he'd never get anything he wished for, but he tried his hardest to make each one come true. Before he could drag himself into the basement, after taking the vomit-stained sheets off his bed, an ominous figure hovered near the stairs. Frantic, he took a step back, dropping the sheets in a heap on the floor, when his feet snagged on part of the sheets. The more he struggled, frightened and panting, the tighter the sheets wrapped around his body. "I can grant your wishes, Chip." Chip tugged at the vomit-soaked bedsheets ensnaring his torso, but couldn't pry them away; he could only cry out as the figure, swathed in some kind of cloak, hauled him down the basement stairs. The figure wasn't nearly as terrifying at it had initially looked, veiled in darkness; it was even worse. With one pink rabbit ear and one blue rabbit ear, each fastened to its head, it bounded down the stairs with a confident stride. Much to his disgust, as it turned to smile at him with a sickening expression of manic glee, he noticed that it wasn't just a figment of his imagination. It was nightmarish. Even as it dragged him along, ignoring his squirming and crying, he could see one of its eyes dangling by a thread, caked with a black liquid. Chip tried to escape again, shifting and screaming profanity, but this place made his blood run cold and silenced his panicked cries. The figure had taken him into a dark room, with shelves decorated wall-to-wall with tiny stuffed rabbits and ducklings, and there was a black cage in the middle, the top pried off. His name was written on the carpet in the black liquid...
  23. Blended Family

    25 year old Joey Sanders waited in the living room for his new girlfriend of a year, Natalie. Joey had met Natalie through his best friend whom had dated Natalie's sister. Joey had been skeptical about matchmaking, but it was love at first sight. Earlier in the month, he had asked her to move in. She eagerly accepted. He eventually planned on marrying her. Joey and Natalie had one big thing in common: children. Joey was the proud father of 2 year old Jaxon Sanders. His mother was no longer in the picture. She signed over her parental rights hours after his birth. Natalie had a 4 year old daughter, Isla. This day was the first step to the rest of their lives.
  24. The day began as it usually did, with the peeling of sweaty sheets off of his chiseled upper body. This time, not only was the bed drenched in sweat, it was also soaked with a good dose of urine, making him gag in disgust. Oliver wasn't usually the type to piss the bed, but he'd been getting so wasted lately that it was hard not to. Humiliated and annoyed that he'd have to sneak out again to both get his piss-soaked sheets and undergarments washed but to also do so without alerting anyone in the house, he dragged himself out of his room. The air, thick with the reek of something mingled with sweat and piss, made him want to vomit, but he choked down last nights' dinner and kept trudging towards the staircase. On this day, he didn't make a clean getaway; he had something trickling down his legs, something weighing him down, and decided to look behind him. A trail had been left to his room, a trail that was unmistakably brown and...disgusting. Great, now he had shit to clean up; how would he explain this to anyone, let alone his parents, or his friends? While he searched for a way out of this messy situation, Oliver tripped over the sheets, got himself entangled in them, and discovered that the underwear he'd worn wasn't exactly holding up under the weight of his shit. What a way to start the weekend.