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  1. As Sam Gregory awoke one morning from a night of fitful dreams, he found he had been transformed in his bed into a giant baby. He lay on his back and looked up to see himself in a long pair of baby blue footed pajamas, with the soft bulge of a diaper around his waist. He tried to move his arms and legs, and the movements were weak and uncoordinated. He didn't seem to be physically different. His appearance was the same, and he was the same size, but his clothing and ability to move properly had taken a bizarre turn."What is happening to me!?" he wondered. It wasn't a dream- he could feel the bizzare clothing and weak movements as much as see them. He looked around himself. Between the four walls, the rather small but undeniably ADULT room, as it always had been. On his desk were scattered bundles of paperwork and cloth samples- Sam was a travelling salesman- and above it a framed picture of Batman. "Ok" he though "maybe that part isn't quite adult, but STILL! This is ridiculous!" His gaze shifted to the window. It was early morning and the sun had risen but was blocked by cheerless clouds hinting at rain. "Perhaps I'll just go back to sleep and forget this nonsense," he thought. However, that wouldn't work well. He was used to sleeping with blankets, which he guessed he had kicked to the floor. With his new restricted mobility, grabbing them would prove difficult."This is such BS" he thought as he squirmed on his back. He tried to get himself over on his front to move, but his arms and legs weren't cooperating. "You work your entire life, learning to walk, use the toilet, talk, all this stuff, get these stressful jobs, then one day out of the blue BAM! Its all gone. How does this even make sense?" He finally managed to turn himself over to his front. He threw his legs off the side of the bed and tried to stand up, but was met but at sudden pain in his feet. He collapsed to the ground. "Oh great, now I have to crawl?!" He thought. He was near giving up. That effort had all but drained him, and he still found his efforts frustrated. He was near tears, and he wanted simply to begin crying and wait for someone to come help him. "It must be the work," he thought. "Get up every day early, spend you time travelling around when all you want is comfort- of course it will drive a man insane! Much better to just stay at home and let others take care of you, do all the work, feed you, change your... NO! That is what they want me to think." He wasn't certain who 'they' were exactly. However, it seemed someone or something wanted to make him act like a baby, and he wasn't going to play along.He fought back tears. Wanting to cry and be taken care of was all part of it. He wouldn't find a solution be complaining or lying in bed. He'd get up, solve the problem, and go to work, one way or another.He looked at his clock. "Good God!" he thought. It was half past seven, he was running late. He began to crawl towards his cabinet. A voice came from the hallway. "SAM!" It was his older flatmate, Sarah. "What are you doing? Are you ready for work?""Yes, one second! I..." Sam stopped. Was THAT his voice? It wasn't the deep, manly voice he was used to. It was soft and high pitched."Is something wrong with your voice? Are you sick?""I... I don't know. I think so!""I'm coming in!""NOOO!""What is that? Why does he sound funny?" that was his girlfriend, Grace. They shared the flat with Sarah and her boyfriend, Aaron."I think he's sick.""What kind of sickness makes someone sound like that? Sam! Are you sick?""Ummm... Yes! Yes that's it. I'll be in her for a while. Don't worry, I'll be fine.""SAM GREGORY!"Sam's heart sank. That last voice was of his manager at work. "What the hell is he doing here?" Sam thought.His three flatmates outside seemed to focus on the newcomer."You seriously came here? That's obnoxious," Aaron said."WHERE IS HE!? I TOLD him to be hear EARLY today. I had to present to the CEO MYSELF!""But have I not been on time every day before this? An Is always do good work?" Sam stopped when he heard his own voice changing further."Nol. In fact you've been late pretty consistently."Sam flinched. He shouldn't have brought that up. In truth he wasn't the worst, but given the circumstances he didn't think he had much ground to argue the point."...seriously. Aren't there rules against this? I mean, you can't just barge in here. The hell?" Aaron said again."I don't care! I want to speak to him NOW! SAM!"Sam, desperate, tried to speak up. "WES! WES SIWR!" He flinched at his own voice. It was getting worse."He's sick" Sarah said. "Can't you tell that from his voice?""I don't care. No call, no doctors note, nothing. SAM, GET OUT HERE NOW!""WES SIWR! One second!" Sam crawled again to the door and reached for the handle. He had locked it the night before, and struggled to undo it.Finally he managed to undo the latch and the door swung open. There, standing with shocked expressions, were all three of his roomates and his boss.Sam tried to sink into the carpet. He hoped the bulge of his diapers weren't too noticeable, but figured it was a lost cause."WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" his manager said."Well clearly he's sick!" Grace said pleadingly. "Yes he clearly is SICK. What is wrong with him?" the manager replied."No not that kind of sick," she almost whined. "Like, disease sick. He doesn't normally do this!""What kind of illness makes clothes appear? That doesn't make sense!""That's actually a good point," Aaron said."YOU'RE NOT HELPING!""Never said I was trying to help. Just stating the obvious."His manager was clearly annoyed. Sam's work was far from perfect as it was. Sam wasn't terrible, but at the moment he could only think of his worse moments. "#%@ it, I don't have time for this. Sam, you're fired. I don't care what weird things your into, but if you can't make it to work, then its a problem. Goodbye.""What!? No please!" Grace pleaded."That does seem unfair" Sarah said.He ignored both as he left.The three turned to Sam."Soooo... what now?" Aaron asked."Yes what happened Sam? How do you feel?" Sarah added."I AWWA OOOO," Sam tried, then stopped. As he had feared, his speech had been brought to next then nothing.Sarah nodded. "I...see.""Well, I'm not changing his diapers," Aaron said."Aaron shut up. Thats not important right now," Grace replied."You're just saying that because you know it will be you. And boy, with a baby that size will they ever stink!" Sam blushed."Ok, look. We have to find out whats going on," Sarah said, rubbing her head as if thinking. "Grace, you're his girlfriend. Is this... a... thing?... of his?" the question was on 'thing," she added the rest after."NO! I mean, I wish but..." she stopped blushing."WOAH so the cats out of the bag!" Aaron said."I didn't do it! Clearly its some kind of illness.""Yes I think that must be it. He got sick and it turned him into an adult baby," Sarah said."That makes fuckall sense," Aaron said. "How can an illness just suddenly make someone act like a baby? And how did it summon diapers into existence?"Sam had to agree with Aaron. This was the dumbest s%*$ he had ever encountered. What sort of reality was this?"It happens.""WHEN does it happen? HOW does it happen!?""I don't know but its clearly happened", Sarah said. "Its like one of those kink stories.""WHAT kink stories," Aaron asked. There was an awkward moment as they all blushed and avoided eye contact."Ok, look," Sarah continued. "We all know we all know that we all know what we all know. I mean, you both know what I'm talking about. This sort of thing happens, and somehow everyone involved is kind of into it.""WHAT?!" Aaron shouted.Sam stared in shock. "INTO IT!?" None of this made sense too him. "Since when the hell does this sort off thing happen in real life? This is..." he couldn't think of a word "like something from some horror writer, with a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality, where senseless things happen in real life, and there is no way out... there has to be a word for that.""This is all just bizzare! Its like, Kafkaesque or something!" Aaron said."Well I don't think any normal person would be stuck up enough to say that," Sarah glowered. "I think we should stop questioning this and just go with it," Grace said. "Fortunately, I happen to have spare diapers for some reason." She opened a closet door, revealing piles of pampers as she promised.'I think its incredibly suspicious that you say that, and why the HE!! do you have those?" Aaron said, and Sam completely agreed. Hopefully, Aaron would find a way to get him out of it.Both women turned and glared at Aaron. Sarah glanced at the piles of diapers, then at him."Comment revoked," Aaron said, looking down."Good, then we are all agreed. This is perfectly natural and normal, just like those stories we all read. It makes perfect sense.""Agreed," they said in unison, and Sam's heart sank.
  2. This is an Outlaw Star Fanfiction Chapter 1: Bad Luck Dusk quickly fell as Jim Hawkins drove his favorite vehicle through the countryside, racing to the Zenith Space Port. He didn't want to delay the launch of the Outlaw Star regardless of the fact that his friends wouldn't leave without him. Still, the last time they held up the operation at the port, there was a hefty fine to pay. The boy looked to his rear view mirror when he heard a piercing siren ring out. The blue and red lights danced in the distance as the police car closed the gap. "Shit." Jim muttered as he pulled over his Ehefrau to the side of the road and powered it down. Heavy footsteps approached the Ehefrau as the officer's belt jingles with each step. The officer looked down into the hovercraft and raised an eyebrow. "Son, I'd ask you if you knew why I pulled you over, but that doesn't even matter at this point. You're obviously too young to be driving this, vehicle." Jim looked up at the officer, trying to judge his expression, but the man's eyes were hidden behind pitch black sunglasses. "I don't mean to be rude, Officer, but I don't need a license to drive this vehicle. It's an experimental aircraft and the law on Sentinel III states that minors can pilot experimental vehicles without a license." "That may be the law on Sentinel III, but we aren't on Sentinel III." The man looked at the kid. "I normally know the code book front to back, but this situation is pretty uncommon around these parts. I'll have to look into it and if everything checks out, you'll just get a speeding ticket." Before Jim could respond, the lawman started walking to his patrol car. The boy sat nervously in silence as the lights strobed off of his Ehefrau. He had never gotten a ticket before and did his best to obey the law, unlike Gene. A few minutes later the Sheriff returned holding a pair of hand cuffs. "I have good news and bad news for you. It seems that you're right about the law with experimental vehicles, but you are a fugitive of Justice." Jim's face contorted as if he was hit by a brick. "What?!" "Step out of the vehicle with your hands behind your head and this won't get violent." The officer opened Jim's door. "This has got to be a mistake!" The genius stated as he got out of the Ehefrau. "I've never even gotten a jaywalking ticket." The officer cuffed each of Jim's hands behind his back. "According to the background check I ran on you. You're the son of the infamous Computer Wizard." "Yeah, but I haven't heard from that guy since I was a little kid. In fact I've been on my own for years!" "That may be, but your father recently hacked into the Federal Bank and stole practically half of the reserves kept on record in the database. According to the government, all close relatives are to be incarcerated for accessory to robbery." "Please!" Jim pleaded. "Just let me go!" "I'm afraid I can't do that. I took an oath to uphold the law and if the law says you're a criminal then it would go against everything I stand for." The lawman explained while he escorted the dirty blond haired boy to the cruiser and helped him into the backseat. "I..." Jim couldn't argue with that logic as he possessed a similar ethical code. The cop car passed the Ehefrau one last time as Jim gazed at it through the window. He felt a lone tear fall from his eye. However, he shook his head and tried to think positively. 'Gene could bail me out tonight or tomorrow. I've been in worse situations before.' Comments are appreciated.
  3. Diaper boy art with my OC

    Some pictures featuring my OC Andy drawn by friends
  4. Diaper Shopping by Evil Frenzy

    From the album Diaper boy pics

    Andy's momma's taking him shopping for Diapers... and extra diapers, and backup extra diapers! art made by Evil Frenzy on Devaintart
  5. The content that follows is not only the full guide to how I became the diaper boy I am, but also the journey we took to get there. My wife and I have been on this journey for a little over a year now and have accomplished so much as I look back. After the one year mark she encouraged me to assess and evaluate the process and then "encouraged" me to write about the experience. She provided me the full details of the guide she created in hopes that someone else would benefit from our experience. I have always been a diaper lover. For as long as I can remember I always liked wearing diapers. I remember finding excuses to stop by the diaper isle and even wear them when I could get my hands on them. After we met I shared my desires to her about liking to be padded. At that point it was definitely more of a diaper lover experience. I on very infrequent occasions would be interested in forced babying and the AB scene. After we were married, I'm not sure what the exact trigger was but momma had enough. It wasn't long after that she spend several weeks scouring the internet for ideas, guides, forums, anything she could get her hands on to develop her training program. Looking back... I am not sure I would have changed much. After she felt like she had enough she finally had the "talk". According the momma this was the very beginning of the program she used to make me the diaper boy she knew I needed to become. Phase I - the decision, rules, and re-training I all this was the longest phase of the program with the most learning curve on both sides. This part of the process lasted about a month. Momma knew that habits form in 21 days so to completely reinforce this new lifestyle it had to be longer that that. It was the middle of March and for the next month our lives changed so significantly. Momma has explained that at the root, I needed diapers. It was that I was in a position that I struggled to hold my bladder, but that subconsciously I needed to be diapered. It's realizing that the need excites me, and ultimately traps me in a circle over and over. Step one was to have the "Talk". Obviously there are stories and stories out there of this exact fantasy. But it actually does have to happen. The fullness of the goal is to help the diaper wearer realize through full submission and humility that the momma is in charge and is now in charge. So what happened. After she spend all this time researching, she sat me down and spent a long while one night talking to me. Well more at me. She gave me a simple choice. And that's the key. It has to be simple and not so far fetched that it's unrealistic. (Although to most it probably seems like it is). My choice was, give all the diapers we have in the house. And wearing them, or admit that I was a little diaper boy at heart, that I would be a good little diaper boy and do everything I was told when ever I was told, just like a good little diaper boy was. Let me point out that the phrasing here is what really conveys the means to the end goal. I wanted to be a little diaper boy. I wanted to be good. And be treated as such. But it was hard to see the full picture. She left me in the bedroom to think through what we had talked about. She had made a lot of valid points and had explained the severity of both sides. The instructions she gave me if I choose to become a little diaper boy were very simple. "Come downstairs completely naked with your diaper, and admit you are a little diaper boy." As you can see, I did just that. It was humbling, embarrassing, and yet strangling rewarding. I was actually admitting who I was, not just to my wife, but to me. That was why she viewed this choice as such an important part of the process. Had she made the decision, "ah I'll just diaper him" I wouldn't have completely been sold in. After "the talk" there had to be some new ground rules and expectations. She had all of these printed out and ready to go over. These were again, for that first month. It seems intense even as I type them up but it wasn't actually that bad. In the phase one process, momma has reminded me that we were establishing the frame work. Laying the foundation and creating from a blank slate what new lifestyle we would be sharing. Rules for 30 days Unless Noted, you will be treated as a little boy and all rules remain in effect. You must be diapered by someone else. You are to not touch, remove, and adjust them. You are not allowed to ask to be changed or to complain about the state of your diaper, or you'll be left in it for longer. Mommy decides when you need a diaper change. Momma will decide what you are to wear and when you will wear it. While at home you are not permitted to wear pants, shorts or anything that covers your diaper. - a diaper or a diaper and tee shirt. You will eat, drink or take anything that is given to you. This basically provided the foundation for rules during phase one. I was to be treated like a baby, and wear / use my diapers at all times. I'm not quite sure how it all happened, my wife is way smarter than me something's, but the first week seemed to line up completely correctly with a week that we both had off of work, and with in the first two days. A few additions had been made to the house. We currently had an extra extra spare bedroom. It was primarily used for storage. We hadn't done anything with it up till now. By the second day my current diaper stash was moved from our bedroom into the spare room. Along with some other outfits and supplies. By day three there was a crib and what a changing table. Now later she explained she converted a massage table by adding shelving and the crib was only borrow. And for an infant, but said for the first two weeks I would be sleeping in it to fully experience being a good "little boy". As a whole there were only a few unexpected hiccups that week. I remember because this was the first time I had experienced wearing full time with someone else being in charge of changing me. I was scolded several times and punished when I would ask for a change. Punishments are vital to behavioral correction and reinforcing behaviors that are going to be changed. For the first month, momma wanted to make sure I was fully invested in this new lifestyle. She urged me to act little, and essentially be little. Little kids don't usually stop what they are doing to go potty until they are trained. And as I wasn't going to be using the potty, my training was to just go where ever and when ever. Other behavioral training was key to this process as well. Fully immersing me into this lifestyle meant that regular diaper checks were to take place. Be most regular was a visual check at home. The occasional groping of the crotch, and even sticking here fingers between the legs wholes. Each was used at home. Out in public, which I haven't forgotten to mention, was a while separate ordeal. As I was to be little full time unless told differently created a very humbling and exciting first few weeks. Here's an example of what would have taken place during one of the first three weeks or so in phase one : After waking up I would have been taken out of the crib and changed. Momma would have tickled my tummy and stripped me down. After cleaning me throughly, she would apply a thick barrier or rash cream. Not so much for the actual rash, but to be a constant reminder of my diapered state within the diaper. I would have been fed something along with a full Bottle of milk. Usually breakfast included something of an actual baby food. And maybe some fruit. There were several times momma would feed me really yucky foods that were canned and she even made me try formula once. After cleaning me up with a wipe she would remove me from the table and make me have mandatory tv time with some babyish shows. Again all to reinforce the mindset. At times like these she might even encourage to me crawl on the floor. Often I would forget that I was to always be little including not asking to be changed, which was a lot, because momma would insist I would continue to drink out of the bottle or silly cup all day. At these times when I would ask for a change or tell her I was wet, she would usually be graceful. Okay the first time during the day. There were three go-to reminders momma provided me with at these moments. Spankings. These were the most commonly used after the second time I needed reinforcement. These usually involved a fixed number of seats over her knee. And was all dependent on her mood if the diaper remained on or off. Corner time. This wasn't used frequently. These were typically used if I was in the middle of doing something fun and it would take away from the momentum. Behavioral Helpers. These she came across during her time researching. The concept is to have a little diaper boy type of reinforce activity that encourages and maintains the hierarchy of relationships. Momma is in charge and you are the good little diaper boy. A large bowl is filled with activities that promote the diaper boy mentality. For example if I would try to remove a leaking diaper, momma might pull out a piece of paper at random that says "rectal temperature reading". These would range in severity and babyishness and would be drawn at random. Several days we would go to the park and momma would pack a large very obvious diaper bag and shuffle us off to the park. Typically she would check my diaper before we would leave. However I began to notice towards the end of week two, she was not changing me intentionally at home so I would be very wet while we were out and twice I'm convinced she let me leak on purpose. She would dress me with shorts and a tee shirt or something similar. A few times I remember her putting on a flat colored onesie and having the be my shirt. While at the park she would insist on checking my diaper. And encouraging me to play on the playground she would sit back and watch. It wasn't the most fun part of my day, but the full experience actually drew phase one to the the most out of the box part of her program. By the end of week two at home I was always forced to be a little diaper boy. After week two when we went out, it was only occasionally that I had to act little, but still had to follow the rules for wearing diapers. Not being allowed to change created some hiccups along the way. Finding secluded parking spots she would change my dirty diapers in the back of the car. Twice she had to change me at the mall. Finding the family restroom wasn't the issue, it was waiting your turn and holding the very obvious diaper back that created the embarrassing nature. Momma said that without the first month, of being humbled and forced to be diapered at someone else's connivence was the only way phase two and three would have been effective. If you don't wipe away all of the past habits, those will seep in to your new life style. I want to take a moment and explain one other side to phase one. Because it was full time diapering, with no exceptions, phase one isn't just to establish relationship roles, but to establish physical ones as well. As I said before, it takes 21 days to form a habit. But the bladder takes much less to realize it can hold less and less. I had been wearing diaper before we started this on and off. A day here or a day there. I had once went full time for nearly two weeks. I was accustomed to wetting in almost any position with a little thought. Best part of the month here was that by the end, I was going almost every 15-20 minutes in a really small amount. I still had control if I though about it, but would get a slight urge, relax and the next think I knew I was wetter than before. By the end of the 30 days. We were going through 4 to 6 diapers a day. We were stocked with several brands and variety. As scared as it made me to have someone hear the crinkle, the dry 24/7s are a home run diaper. Phase 2 Loss of control. The beginning of phase two was a huge step. This was when I finally got to be diapered without having to be little all the time. Momma's goal for phase two was 6 months of diapering with the intention of completion of bladder loss. She wanted me to become completely diaper dependent. To prepare for this thought she was going to introduce several new activities. Although up until now sexual actives were off limits, she promised that at the end of phase two, she would allow me (if I was able) to achieve climax. She explained that in effort to completely lose bladder control I would one obviously be ban from regular underpants, but two that the importance of diapers as chastity and refraining from sexual activity would dismiss negatively effecting behavioral modifications. But to reinforce that, for the next week I was to be locked in chastity as well. She wanted to make sure that not acting like an adult wearing diapers would open the possibility of sexual activities. She explained in order to make this work, she would lock the device into place, and then I would be allowed to change my diapers when she gave me permission. This is as the first time the rules had been altered. Keeping strict rules and following through with effective discipline challenged me, but made the experience more possible in the end. To ensure I would not be tempted, she instructed me to lie on the bed and she tied my hands and feet to the legs. This prevented me from challenging her. After cleaning me up, she maneuvered the device into place and locked me in. She then spent several minutes playing with me and making me very hot. This looking back was smart. It was a constant reminder of who was in charge and provided reinforcement to the goal. After that I was instructed to get diapered again. After the first week, she expressed it was time to explore what it would mean to be fully incontinent. She had placed an order for a catheter and would leave that in for several days. This scared me. I had heard stories of things going wrong. I was very curious, but terrified. Once it came in and we inserted it (again tied down) I realized it wasn't that bad. For five days, she kept it in. She was sensitive to Making sure I was able to relieve my bowels in the potty that week, but explained after it was out... that would end. I will comment and say it was such a unique feeling to have literally no control. To wake up extremely wet, to be wet almost immediately after changing. It was worth the experience because I knew that afterwards I would be able to actually manage it. Follow the five days I did notice my bladder felt smaller, but that lasted a very short time. This training phase was again reinforced with the three punishments I provided above. After the third month I was noticing some very significant differences in my bladder and rectum. I would void shortly after eatting, and I was constantly finding my self wet. I'd stand up and some urine would squirt out. I'd sneeze and the same thing would happen. I realized that it was at the end of the road. I was really close to having lost that control. Not that I was worrying about it, but I remember it being a conscious thought. I was only really punished when momma found out I was holding it, and or waiting for the best opportunity to go before I'd void. Not that I could always hold it that long, but there were times I felt it more inconvenient to wait, and that was not the right choice. Momma would usually, if in public embarrass me more by asking questions like "are you wet little guy?" Or "let momma check you?" And then obviously proceed to. There were many times even during phase two where she would insist on changing me in public to draw attention to me, and embarrass me, but for the most part I was able to change my own diapers after the catheter incident. By the time we reached phase three. I was no longer able to notice peeing until I had already started. I would usually feel the rumbling in my tummy when I would void, but it was consistently coming out without any help. If I'd move a certain way, or change positions I would almost always squirt urine. Phase three. The Diaper Boy life style. Mommas goal was to change the lifestyle I had from grown man, who distracted her with my constant begging to be diapered and create a full time diaper boy who realized he needed diapers. This mostly looks like what it does even to this day. I am almost alway in charge of changing my diapers, and taking care of my body, but momma is still in charge of me. After 7 months of full on training and so much reinforcement from punishments, I knew who was in charge. Although I change myself, momma still checks my diapers. Tells me if I can change when I'm on strict watch ( a term we developed after I was changing diapers to make it more convenient for me, not for her). As punishments go, spankings are the best reminder. It's never just one. At least ten. Holding off five or six is manageable, but ten or more really confirms who can come out on top. And it's not me. Momma has also replaced the bowl of papers with ideas of punishment and reinforcement, with actual training opportunities. For example: every few days, completely spontaneous, momma will pull out a card. It might read pleasure momma while in chastity. Or it might say you are to return to phase one of your training program until momma decided you have proven yourself. Also we play games like the potty training challenge. It's a game she discovered where the little boy gets or loses points based on actions like, asking momma to go potty. If I would ask to go potty, and she let me, I would receive points. If I went with out asking, I would lose points. If I went potty in my diapers without asking I would lose all my points and have to stay another day in diapers. (Not that I could go back to underwear now anyways).
  6. From the album Diaper boy pics

    Andy starts his first day at Canterlot High, but the Principals have other ideas and break out the Pampers! Image done by Evil Frenzy on DeviantArt
  7. Babysat In Space

    It was that time of year where Emily had to embark to resupply the ship. She noticed that her boy was whimpering as she was making preparations for her scheduled link up with the commercial satellite nearest the ship. She pulled the short, brown haired boy into a close embrace to sooth him while checking his diaper. "It's okay, baby. You're dry." "It's not that, I'm just going to miss you!" Johann whined slightly. "I'll only be go gone a few days tops." Emily reassured. "Why can't I go?" "You know why, it's too dangerous this time." Emily stated. Johann paused for a moment while Emily continued to examine her gear. He really wanted to go with her, but Emily disliked putting her little guy in harms way, especially since their route was currently heading through an asteroid belt. She had extensive pilot training while Johann was trained in medical science. It would jeopardize the mission if both of them got hurt or worse and that was why Emily had to make a solo run. Johann knew she was right and that she was only looking out for him. Emily looked at his sad expression and decided to tell him about the surprise she had gotten for him. "I decided to hire a robotic babysitter while I'm gone. She'll do everything that I do and even be able to carry you." "Really?!" The medical technician perked up slightly. "Yes, only the best for my baby boy." Emily smiled and kissed her crewmate on the cheek. "Emily, you spoil me too much, you know?" Johann said with a grin. "I know, but I felt bad about leaving you alone without a mommy to look after you." Emily teasingly reasoned. "I'm not that big of a baby." Johann chuckled. "Well, wish me luck, big boy. I'm off to the store." Emily smirked. "Good luck and stay safe." Johann and Emily hugged one last time before she departed through the air lock. The twenty two year old medical scientist really craved structure and Emily provided it. She set the rules, established his bed time and changed his diapers. It was a unique relationship that strongly differed from your typical unions. Johann was an adult baby and Emily was more than happy to mother him. It was slightly awkward when she discovered his diaper collection, but after a long conversation, she found herself fascinated by his lifestyle. She was naturally a dominant person and this was an ideal outlet for her. From that point forward, she was his "mommy". Johann realized that he had been standing around for at least ten minutes, recalling how things had started with Emily and himself. The twenty two year old diaper boy decided that while he waited for his babysitter he should play his favorite video game. He quickly ran to the couch, with a symphony of crinkles, and fired up his old Playstation 7. Yeah, it was ancient, but it had all of the classics on it that he loved to play like Final Fantasy 19. It was a nice touch of nostalgia to play games from when he was actually a baby the first time. He had barely even traveled through the Caverns of Kalmah, when a loud noise came from the entry dock, which alerted him to the fact that he had company. Johann got up and walked to the entrance of the ship. The giant robot let itself in before he could even get to the mechanism that opened the massive door. Speaking of massive, the robot was at least two feet taller then him. Johann knew he wasn't very tall at 5'4, but this thing was almost seven feet tall. Emily must have hired an alien nanny due to its huge hieght. The nanny wore a long dress with a bow in its metallic hair and a bright, electric smile shined brightly across its face. Johann felt more like the child his crewmate treated him as while standing in the presence of this hulking humanoid machine. "Umm, how did you get into the ship without the code?" "I was given all access codes by your parental guardian. Now let's establish the rules, little boy." The robot stated firmly. "For starters, I'm 22 and I refuse to obey your orders!" Johann asserted while stomping his foot. He liked to be the bratty baby sometimes and rebel. He figured that this could be a very fun weekend if the nanny indulged his behavior. "Baby is having a temperature tantrum. Initiate soothing protocol four." The android rattled off a nonsensical command. Johann had literally a second to react before he was picked up and carried to the couch where the nanny bot sat down. Little Johann was positioned in its lap where she shook a rattle in his face. He blushed profusely, feeling like a tiny child compared to her. He got a deviously wicked idea and smacked the rattle from the robot's hand. "Stop being fussy, baby Johann or nanny will spank!" The medical technician didn't know if he wanted to test his nanny boy's boundaries. Sure, he had been spanked a few times by Emily, but this machine was practically twice his size. Johann decided to back down a bit and compromise with her by playing the sympathy angle. "I'm sorry, nanny. I just miss my mommy." "That is understandable, but I expect better behavior from a twenty two year old." Johann instantly blushed crimson. This thing most be programmed to humiliate me. Either that or some alien babies age really slow. The browned haired adult baby didn't really know how to respond to her statement as his thoughts tried to reason with why it said what it said. "I'll be better." "Good. Now these clothes are inappropriate for a baby like you." "This is my uniform for my job!" The medical technician replied with an indignant tone. "Oh, that's cute. You're playing dress up." The nanny bot stated with a chuckle. "No, I'm not!" Johann fell back into the bratty baby role without realizing it, while the nanny sat up and repositioned him to its hip. "Commencing scan for infant's nursery." The nanny bot located the room from its internal database which contains a layout of the ship in it's entirety. The small boy sulked as he was ignored by the towering robot who carried him to his room. The hallways were tall enough to allow the machine to traverse them, but the entryway to Johann's room was much too small for his new nanny to access. "Baby boy, gather your baby clothes and bring them to me or you'll be spanked. Is this understood?" Johann nodded quickly, not wanting to anger his nanny. He was lowered to the ground and entered his room swiftly. The adult baby knew he was in trouble. His room was fairly average with a simple bed, flat screen viewing device and a reciprocal to store his clothes. No crib, no baby clothing or anything else. He did have diapers though and that would certainly be good enough, right? The twenty two year old exited the room holding a bunch of babyishly printed disposable diapers. Johann presented them to his nanny in the hopes that they were enough to satisfy her. "Where are your onesies?" The nanny bot questioned him. "All I have are my diapers." He answered with a blush. "No sailor suits, footed sleepers, baby t shirts or animal themed outfits?" Nanny crossed her arms, slightly annoyed. "No. I only have my uniform for my job." The brown haired boy replied nervously. The humanoid machine grabbing the diapers and turned around, walking towards the main room. "Follow me!" Johann winced and quickly ran to the nanny bot who waited for him by the couch. The giant robot looked him up and down again before stripping the technician of his adult clothing, leaving Johann in just his diaper. He struggled against her, but she was just too strong to resist. "What's the big idea?!" The brown haired boy yelled. "You're obviously hiding your proper clothing from me. No mother would just allow her baby to run around in just his Pampers and play dress up with her clothing." The nanny bot explained in an annoyed tone. "I'm not hiding nothing from you!" Johann pouted and stomped his foot down with a crinkle. "Now you're lying as well. I know how to fix this." The giant robot scooped up the rebellious adult baby and ripped off his diaper with one quick swipe. Johann squirmed and kicked whilst laying on her huge lap. His protests were intensified by the hard spanking the nanny boy administered to the twenty two year old's backside. "Please stop!" The medical technician cried out. "I'll be good! I'll be good!" The giant robot ignored his pleas and spanked him for a few minutes until he was slumped over her lap in defeat, sobbing deeply. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes!" Johann cried out as he started bawling again. The nanny brought the naked adult in for a hug while rubbing his back. "I don't like spanking my babies, but you didn't give me a choice." The nanny explained as she soothed the crying twenty two year old. "I'm sorry for being bad." He broke off the hug. "Please, can you put my diaper on, I have to go potty." The nanny laid him on the couch and grabbed one of the new diapers Johann brought her. She opened the plastic disposable and lifted his legs up with her right hand before lowering Johann onto the noisy garment. He was quickly powdered and diapered. "Thanks for behaving during your diapering. Now it's time for your baba. Wait here." The diapered twenty two year old laid there on the soft cushions as he began to smile. Johann was absolutely loving this. Everything was going perfectly; the diapering, the spanking and how strict she was towards him was absolutely everything he craved. His thoughts were interrupted by the giant nanny's return to the couch. "Time for your milky baba." The nanny cooed as she lifted Johann into the crook of her left arm and brought the baby bottle to his mouth with her right hand. The adult baby happily suckled from the rubber nipple and was rewarded with a creamy milk type of baby formula. He was actually quite familiar with the formula, but being fed in this manner completed his fantasy. Soon the milk was gone and Johann was being rocked in the robot's arms while she sang a lullaby. The boy grew quite sleepy and fell asleep in her arms.
  8. Hi

    Hi. My name is Danny. I have been looking around on forums for a while and reading abdl stories. I have never participated in the community much, but now I have decided to change that. I joined this forum, and I started a blog telling a story that I have. I would like to read more stories that are similar to my type of fantasy. I like regression, bedwetting, and day wetting. I like to pretend I am a 8 to 12-year-old boy who has wetting problems (bed and day, but for sure bedwetting).
  9. Big bro and I.

    It was a sunny day so big bro and I enjoyed it having fun around the town.
  10. Hey all. This story started out as a fun adventure and experiment with a fellow writer, Personalias. We teamed up to collaborate on a story, and this is the result. A trip to the zoo gone...well....right or wrong totally depends upon your point of view. Of Leopards and Their Spots By: Cute_Kitten and Personalias A note to the reader: I’m not an Adult Baby, or a Diaper Lover, or Ageplayer, or AB/DL, or Little, or whatever you wanna call someone who...who likes wearing diapers and pretending to be a baby. I know that’s not how you’re supposed to start these kind of things, but it’s really important to me that you know where I’m coming from. Was I ignorant of that fetish? No. Not at all. I’m not claiming that. I went through...an experimental phase in late high school...and early college...and all through my childhood I kept thinking about that one Tom and Jerry cartoon-you know the one-or that Bugs Bunny Cartoon...or that Porky Pig and Daffy cartoon...I think you’re missing the point here. I could go for months at a time without ever visiting one of those sites. And I’d never visit a site that required me to become a member to look at their pictures or read the stories. I never made an account. I never wore “AB” diapers or bought big baby clothes. I haven’t worn diapers of any kind since I was potty trained. I never even thought of doubling up on underwear to get that padded feel; too risky,too many questions. People who get in too deep with that stuff never get out. They never have lives of their own, and they just get stuck living in their mom’s basements, swimming through their own sick fantasies. That’s why I played it smart: I’d lurk. I’d skim. I’d satisfy any lingering curiosity, and then I’d go cold turkey...till the next time. I mean, you can’t really judge a person for what’s in their head, can you? If you have dirty thoughts, you’re still a virgin till you hook up with someone. Did I have those thoughts? Sometimes. Enough times. Maybe too often. But I didn’t act on those thoughts. I’m not an AB/DL or Ageplayer or Little, or whatever. I never wore a diaper, or big baby clothes, or was a registered member with any of those sites, and what I may or may not have wanted at any given time is irrelevant, isn’t it? No sense in thought crime, is there? Point is, I was normal. I even had a girlfriend; operative word being “had”. And when it comes down to it, that’s what this story is really about: How I had a girlfriend and how over the course of a day, I lost that relationship because of all this Adult Baby bullshit. By the way, my name’s Gavin. Prepare to hear about the weirdest and worst day of my life.
  11. Waragainstgiygas is here

    Hewwo! I'm Waragainstgiygas, but you can call me Alex. I'm looking for abdl friends on here, and I do't judge!
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    From the album Begining

    Sdk that just came in today, in my opinion the best adult diaper out there.
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    From the album Goodnites 2012

    Goodnites shot 3 - 2012
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    From the album Goodnites 2012

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    From the album Goodnites 2012

    [b]Goodnites shot 1 - 2012[/b]