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  1. The mood struck me to write today and I think I've got the seeds for a good and hot original tale for you all. I have had difficulties finishing stories in a timely manner in the past and I can't offer any assurances this one will be any different, but I'm gonna do the best I can. I encourage your feedback through comments and messages! Casey's Nanny Casey had been having a pleasant dream when the sun coaxed her awake. In the world she just left, her fiancé had taken her to the beach when of course, she was pulled away just as he began to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered open, allowing unpleasant glimpses of the bright real world to take her further away from the dream. She tilted her head just a little to let the shadow cast by the bar fall over her eyes. It was just enough to let her close her eyes again without strain, and she sleepily struggled to get back into the dream world. Sleep would not come back however, and with a pouted face she opened her eyes, resigned to start the day after all. She was lying on her right side, facing the big window that overlooked the city. From the 26th floor, it looked like Charlotte would be enjoying a nice summer day, and its rising sun was encouraging everyone to get it started. Casey thought about how just a short time ago she might’ve pulled the curtains to her room tight and slept-in a couple more hours before going to the pool. Now, her window didn’t even have curtains, and even if it did she wouldn’t be able to close them. Like so many other things, she didn’t make that decision anymore. She rolled over onto her back, ignoring the muffled crinkle from below, and stared up at the mobile slowly rotating high above her. She enjoyed the warmth from the sun – her thin cotton onesie had only short sleeves and no leg covering. She didn’t always get a blanket and could get cold lying on just the hard plastic bottom of the crib. It really offset the cool dampness of her diaper, too. The big crinkly plastic was uncomfortable on ever more frequent “wet mornings” like this one. Ever since she had moved into her new room, she had less “alone time” with her fiancé and Daddy, Travis. Of course, that wasn’t the main reason she was so wet… She knew what she had to do in order to start her day…to start the process of unlocking her crib, undoing her diaper, and getting her hungry tummy a bottle…but she hated that part. She hated having to do it and deep down she hated how easy it was becoming for her to convincingly fake. But a wet diaper can only wait so long. She started her shallow breaths and focused on the diaper, just as she had been taught. Feel how clammy it is after a few hours, doesn’t it feel cold? The words of her teacher rang in her head, reminding her of everything she had been taught to think, and the diaper felt colder, more uncomfortable. You’ve been in them for hours. I bet you didn’t even wake up when you did it, and you know what that means! She had learned early on what it felt like to stay wet for a while, but at the time she never thought about involuntarily doing it in her sleep. Now, she was sleeping like a baby in more ways than one. That acknowledgement scared her, humiliated her, and…slightly excited her…which scared her even more. The upset look on her pretty face was real now, her blue eyes getting a little misty. She summoned a whimper from her chest, deep underneath her cute little perky breasts and the baby clothes that covered them. It made its way up her throat and escaped her lips, like the warning pitch from a boiling kettle. Is baby going to cry now? Come on you silly little diaper girl, cry for clean diapees! The humiliating sentences played over and over in her head as she felt more and more uncomfortable about her diaper and her whole situation. She wanted out of this wet disgusting thing now! She wanted to be able to walk herself to the bathroom down the hall like a big girl. The emotions built and built; what started out as a simple morning ritual was quickly becoming an existential realization of humiliation and helplessness. “A-huuu-a-huuu-a-huuuuuuu!!” she pathetically cried. “Daaaaaddddddyyyyyyy!” she wailed as the tears began to fall down her face. It was a relatively new requirement that before she would be released from her crib, she would have to cry out for help. It had started out as a token plea, but each day she was encouraged to make it more and more babyish. Sometimes she could hear someone outside the door keep walking if she wasn’t giving a genuine enough performance. Not today. These tears were frighteningly real and Casey wanted them to stop. “Waaaahhhh!” she cried, frustrated by the delay in the response and with the discomfort she could not escape. She clenched her fists and pounded the padding she laid on, wanting the door to open for her relief. And relief came. The door opened and a woman calmly entered, her mug of coffee letting off a small trail of steam. Casey filled with disappointment. She wanted Daddy, not her. “My my Casey, you’re getting quite good at this.” The same voice that had been playing in her head over and over, fueling her infantile outburst, filled the room with a condescendingly triumphant tone. Casey willed herself down to quick breaths and sniffles as humiliation and fear replaced frustration. “I’m afraid Travis has already gone to work, little one. It’s just you and I today.” She placed her coffee cup on the dresser as she moved to undue the locked bars of the crib. “We’re gonna have a fun day of training. Aren’t you excited?” Casey said nothing as anger moved back into her head. The woman hesitated in lowering the crib, shooting her a look that asked if she really wanted to challenge her right now. “Y-yes N-nanny,” Casey agreed through sobs. At 28, the woman was just a few years older than Casey, but had enough power and control over Casey’s life to make her feel like a small child. Satisfied with Casey’s answer, the woman began unlocking her crib. “It’s already 8 o’clock little one. Perhaps we should give you an earlier bedtime so that you can be awake to see Daddy off to work?” Casey’s eyes got a little big for a second. She was already in her extra thick diapers and night-night clothes at nine, with a firm lights out at 930! Nanny chuckled at her reaction before opening the crib. “Did we wet like a good little girl? Hmmm?” Nanny’s brown eyes looked into Casey’s baby blues for an answer, but her hand felt for one anyway, pushing underneath the plastic panties and feeling the diaper. “Yes, Nanny Sarah,” Casey said with resignation and a sniffle. “That’s a very good girl, that’s quite a streak you have going now. Very good.” Nanny patted her naked and smooth thigh. “Did baby wet in the night time or in the morning?” Casey looked down at Nanny’s hand now and blinked away some tears. “I wet this morning when I woke up.” “Are you sure?” Nanny asked with a hint that she might know otherwise. “Yes, Nanny,” Casey responded in a lower voice. She didn’t want Nanny to know just how much she really needed her diapers at night now. “Your diapers were very cold for someone who just wet, Casey.” Casey looked up to see a very firm eye looking down at her. “Are you sure you didn’t use them at night?” Casey should know better by now that very few things get past Nanny. “I woke up really early when the sun was just coming up then used them before going back to sleep, I promise.” Nanny seemed amused by this clever way of getting out of her lie. “Oh I see, you just woke up extra early then went back to sleep. Well as I’ve told you baby, you don’t need to worry about using your diapers when you sleep. It’s only a matter of time until you are doing that every night without ever thinking about it!” Casey’s fear rose again as Nanny just smiled. “Let’s get you changed!”
  2. It was a cool summers morning down at New York police departments 22nd division and a very angry woman was banging away at the front desk. "Come on sarge give me a break I don't want to babysit a rookie, why can't I work with Diego or Carlos hell I'll even work with Lauren and you know me and her really don't get on!" Officer Jenifer "Jenny" Perry cried to a very overweight sergeant. Jenny was a thirty year old blonde haired blued eyed woman who stood at five foot ten inches had only been working for the New York police department for the past two years. Before that she was a staff sergeant who had previously worked in the United States Army's military police but had to leave due to her fiery attitude that ended up with her getting court martialed while she was stationed over seas. Once Jenny had left the army she was determined to get a job with that would allow her to put her military experience to good use and it was only look that managed to get her into the NYPD. "I don't care officer Perry my orders have come directly from Captain Andrews" the sergeant barked as he whipped his now sweaty forehead. "Besides Carlos is off sick, Lauren is helping homicide with that strangling that came in yesterday and I know you and Diego spend most of the shift parked up trying to avoid actually doing, well you know any actual police work." The sergeant sarcastically muttered. Hearing this only made Jenny more angry as she spun around and angrily lent against the front desk and crossed her arms. "When I was an MP I'd never have to babysit" Jenny muttered. "Shouldn't have been court martialed then should you oh and straighten your tie and put your badge on you know the regulations" the sergeant ordered as he typed at his computer. Jenny quickly straightened her short navy blue tie, Jenny's uniform also consisted of a navy blue shirt that would either come with short or long sleeves this gave the officers a choice as they would be able to decide what they'd prefer as well as a long navy blue trousers that held a tight fitting utility belt. Jenny's belt had the usual police equipment that housed two sets of metal handcuffs, a highly powerful touch, night stick and a standard issue hand gun of their choosing out of the three guns Jenny could buy she chose the glock 19 which rested in its holster that was attached to a very proud owner. "Man I wish I could swap this for an m9" Jenny angrily spoke as she fastened her gun holster before looking at her black wrist watch the time was 07.30am Jenny's shift started at 07.05am and her new rookie partner was already late. "Hey Jenny" a short tanned officer with dark hair and chocolate like brown eyes smiled as he walked up to the desk. "Oh hey Carlos" Jenny smiled as Carlos Lopez her best friend and next door neighbour stood next to her. "Hey sergeant can I have the keys for the car?" Carlos casually asked as he looked to Jenny with a smile. Seeing Carlos smiling at Jenny the sergeant decided to take the smile off of Carlos's face. "Your car is 5080" the sergeant replied as he dropped a key on the desk. Hearing that he was issued with car 5080 was like a dream for Carlos because this particular car was one of the top of the range Ford hybrids and was only one of two Ford hybrids stationed at this particular police station. "You coming?" Carlos motioned for Jenny to follow him. "Both of you get out of here, Lopez your working with Amai Tanaka and Perry your working with the rookie Sammy Garcia" the sergeant spoke as he looked at his list. Jenny and Carlos said their goodbyes before a short five foot woman entered the reception area. Jenny eyed the short brunette woman who mustn't have been older than eighteen or nineteen and she was carrying a suit holder and was now very sweaty as it was evident that she'd been either walking very fast or running. "S-s-sorry I'm late rookie Garcia, Sammy Garcia" Sammy panted. "That damn subway train broke down then I had to wait for an ungodly amount of time while they tried to clear the damn thing" Sammy tried explaining to an extremely unimpressed Jenny and her sergeant. The sergeant looked angrily at Sammy and Jenny before getting up. "Since your late starting your shift you'll finish late your both working an extra two hours" the sergeant barked before handing Jenny a key to a car. Jenny took the keys and picked up her standard issue hat and jacket and made for the exit as she walked she nastily looked at the rookie. Jenny had an utter disgust for rookies especially since this rookie was practically just out of diapers. In Jenny's eyes she was just a useless baby that would only get in the way or just annoy her. "Get changed baby I'll be by the car" Jenny spat as she went outside. Jenny stood outside while she waited for the rookie. As she waited she couldn't help but laugh as she saw Carlos getting a right telling off from his new partner, Jenny was sure he was getting a rollicking because he'd suggested they do get some food before shift started. "Perry what did I say earlier badge!" the sergeant who worked behind the desk was now stood at the door. "If you don't have it on by the time I come back out, trust me your life won't be worth living" the sergeant warned as he disappeared back inside. Jenny rolled her eyes angrily as she rested her hat on her police car and quickly rummaged though her jacket pocket. All Jenny felt in her jacket pocket was rolled up pieces of paper along with a few pens and a notebook, she also felt a wallet that contained her warrant card but not her badge. Jenny was now slightly worried as she patted the six pockets on her trousers but felt nothing. Jenny looked back up the stairs to see another sergeant come walking down them. Luckily for Jenny this sergeant got along with her. "Jenny are you ok there?" Sergeant Ashley Bright asked. Jenny threw her jacket and hat onto the drivers seat and placed a hand on her hip. "Besides being stuck with a rookie, I've lost my badge" Jenny disappointingly spoke. Suddenly Ashley clicked her fingers and smiled "your shirt" Ashley cryptically hinted. "My shirt?" Jenny replied before clicking her fingers "I wore my long shirt yesterday thanks sarge" Jenny smiled before running back inside and to her locker room. Jenny walked slowly into the rather small locker room. As Jenny walked around a corner she immediately covered her mouth to stop her from bursting out in a fit of laughter. What Jenny had seen was her new partner standing in her navy blue shirt and what appeared to be pink toilet training pants. Jenny went round the corner and peeped round to make sure she wasn't just seeing things but in actual fact Jenny was seeing correctly, Jenny then quietly tiptoed to the door and slammed it shut. "Hello?" Sammy quickly shouted as she grabbed her trousers and pulled them up to hide her training pants. "Hey there rookie" Jenny said fighting to stop herself from laughing. "Oh hey" Sammy quietly spoke as she picked up her belt and adjusted it and then proceeded to gather the rest of her equipment. "Got it!" Jenny exclaimed before shutting her locker. "Right then rookie are you ready for your big day as a police officer" Jenny cooed like she was talking to a child. Hearing the way Jenny was speaking to her really got Sammy annoyed. Big deal Sammy knew she was a rookie but their was no need for Jenny to be so mean. "Listen I don't know why your being so mean to me but you better stop or else" Sammy barked. Jenny just smiled as she knew she could get back at Sammy because of the training pants. "Now does the baby need to change before we leave" Jenny cooed again as she bent down. "Oh go to hell" Sammy shouted as she walked off. Jenny just continued smiling as she knew that Sammy would soon learn her place in this city along with her training pants.
  3. I've been bitten by the festive spirit bug, so I whipped up a little holiday story about a girl with an attitude just as bad as her bladder control who ends up dealing with much more worse than Santa and his lumps of coal. Santa isn't the only holiday spirit coming to town, and this particular spirit specializes in punishing bad babies. Thoughts, comments, critiques, etc are appreciated! I'm still writing this as I post it in pieces, so suggestions/ideas are welcome. ETA: This was supposed to be a short story. So far, it's at 30K words. It's pushing into novel territory. And it's not done yet! (starting to get there, though!) A NAUGHTY CHRISTMAS by Cute Kitten ~ Part One: To Grandmother's House We Go ~ “I’m not wearing this damn thing!” Reila swore under her breath as she pulled her cobalt jeggings back up. She wiggled around the tiny bathroom in her fur trimmed Ugg boots. The soft, stretchy fabric of her jeggings- the bastard love child of jeans and leggings- felt weird as it rubbed over her bare crotch and butt. Finally, the tight material settled just right on her slender frame. She tugged down her bright turquoise sweater-tunic and smoothed it in place. She turned, checking herself in the mirror above the sink. The thick, knitted wool covered her butt, hiding her freshly un-padded bottom from view. “Perfect. The old hag will never be able to tell.” She smirked and tossed the unused purple with pink butterflies printed pull-up into the garbage, hiding it under layers of used, balled up paper towels just in case her mother decided to check the bathroom in suspicion of just such a stunt. Reila put her hand on the door, hesitating for a second with a nagging sense of guilt. What if her mother lifted her shirt to make sure she still had her protection on? Given the last few months, Reila wouldn’t have put it past her. But in a crowded airport? No, not even her mother was that insane. She pushed the door open. Eight hours was a long flight. What if she fell asleep and wet herself, as she had been doing every time she dozed off? She bit her lip, tempted to go back in, fish her pull up out of the trash and put it back on. Planes had toilets. She’d just have to remember to go a lot so her stupid, malfunctioning bladder stayed empty. She stepped out and was immediately accosted by her mother. “Took you a while.” Sonja stared at her daughter, pursing her red lips in displeasure. “I had to take a shit.” Reila fired back at her mom’s suspicious accusation. She crossed her arms defensively. “I’m eighteen, not two. You can trust me.” “Yet you wear the same undergarments as a two year old and act just like one. After your recent escapades, you’ve lost my trust. You’re doing a poor job of earning it back. Even the judge saw fit to strip you of your adult status. Need I remind you that just days after court. One more screw up and it's straight up the river for you.” Sonja’s eyes narrowed at the back talk as she stared Reila down. Reila’s defiant glare gradually withered to a sulky pout under her mother’s cool, firm disapproval. Sonja was at her wit’s end with the girl. Barely an adult, yet she’d racked up a laundry list of misdemeanors and law violations long enough to do any hardened criminal proud. Just like her absent father. Sonja encouraged Reila’s spunky spirit, knowing it would help her get through tough times in life. Sonja could have used a little more spunk and backbone in her own childhood. Maybe then she wouldn’t have married young to a man who turned out to be a murderous loser that ended up in prison for life. Reila had gotten into fights in preschool and elementary school. Middle school saw her skipping school and taking up smoking. High school was full of underage drinking, unsupervised parties, and smoking pot. Reila progressed to breaking and entering , vandalizing school property for a senior prank. Even though she was not a senior. She should have been, but all that hookie and sleeping in class led to her flunking junior year. This year she should be graduating, but she was repeating her junior year instead. Then came the sex tapes on the internet. The proverbial cherry on top was her getting arrested for shop-lifting lingerie at the mall. The judge, being lenient with youth offenders and in the spirit of the Christmas season, gave Reila one last chance to clean up her act. He gave Sonja legal custody of her, declaring Reila unfit to run her own life Next stop for her was prison or one of those new Regression Therapy discipline camps for youth offenders designed to turn troublesome youth into moral, upright citizens. “There’s a line of people waiting for the bathroom.” Reila said sulkily, lowering her gaze to her mother’s scuffed, off brand boots. Sonja, a single mother, did her best to give Reila the name brand things she liked. Right now, she just wanted her mother to stop staring at her. “Because you were holding it up. You’d better still have your diaper on.” Sonja hissed in a loud voice then swept past for her turn in the bathroom. “They’re pull-ups, not diapers!” Reila retorted just as loud as the door closed in her face. She was suddenly aware of eyes on her; her eyes scanned the airport crowd. Those nearby stared incredulously at her- the pretty, fashionable young lady loudly proclaiming her pull-ups were not diapers. Meeting her gaze, most on lookers looked away in embarrassment but some continued to stare. Few smirked in amusement. Her cheeks flamed red as Rudolph’s nose and she ducked behind a nearby pillar. Why did the airport have to be so damn crowded? It was only the first week of December. Not holiday travel time, even though that’s what she and her mother were doing. Her mother with the embarrassingly loud mouth. Life just loved to take a big, steamy shit on her. All she wanted was to have a little fun, to live her own life. She never hurt anyone. Yet the judge saw fit to turn her back into a child just for a little harmless pick-pocketing. Her mother had breathing down her throat ever since she was arrested and released. On top of that, her bladder had been acting up since she woke up in the hospital several months ago. She’d gotten her stomach pumped after passing out due to a cocktail of various alcoholic drinks and funny shaped pills. Maybe a line or two of cocaine, she didn’t really remember. Those were the best parties- the ones she couldn’t remember. Pure bliss. Now, her life was pure piss. Wet bed every fucking night since she’d woken up in the hospital. Pissing herself during the day, too. Like when that cute cop handcuffed her. Or when she peed herself standing in front of that bastard judge. In a bizarre way, wet pants, along with her baby face, had helped convince the judge to be lenient with her. All these accidents were just flukes. Nerves. Stress. The doctor had said something about street drugs being laced with other shit and unpredictable side effects, but what did that stupid bitch know? Reila did NOT need diapers. Pull-ups. She’d show them all she could keep her pants dry.
  4. Looking for any DL girls in the Elizabeth City area. I am potentially looking for someone to talk to, hangout with and or date, im also looking that we both share the same love of diapers. Wearing diapers are more of a guilty pleasure for me than anything else and meeting someone who enjoys it as well is kind of a dream come true. I would prefer someone close to my actual age as this is something i havent told ANYONE about and it may look suspicious.
  5. Chapter 1: In The Garden The sun shined strongly on the town of Pallet as Delia Ketchum worked diligently in her garden. A few weeds had sprung up over the past few days and the woman found herself bent over, vigorously tugging at the stubborn weed. Even though it was bright out, her sun hat provided her with decent protection from the sun as she finally wrenched the invading flora free from the Earth. It was just then that she noticed a second shadow next to her own. It was much too tall to belong to Mr. Mime so she turned around and looked upon the mysterious figure. The shadow belonged to a strange looking female creature in a seafoam dress and green hair. "Who are you?" Delia paused before adding. "Are you some kind of new Pokemon?" "No, child. I'm Mother Maiden and I've come here to see you on this sunny afternoon." The maternal figure stated plainly. "I'm flattered, but I'm not a child. So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Delia asked. "I just wanted to know why you let you're baby boy leave home at such a young age." Mother Maiden stated in a disappointed tone. "It wasn't my idea. I do miss him a lot, but to train Pokemon is his dream. What kind of mother would I be if I kept him from pursuing his dreams?" Delia replied defensively. "He does nothing, but travel the world for months at a time, encountering dangerous creatures and battling known criminals. He does all of this without even calling or stopping in to visit his mom." Mother Maiden paused to let that statement sink in. "And you've not only allowed that, but you're okay with it?" "I know, but I...." Delia started sobbing as she looked at the green skinned lady who stood before her. "It's okay, baby. Let momma make everything better." Mother Maiden walked towards Delia and placed her palm onto the crying woman's forhead. The Maiden focused her energy and just like that, Delia's tears ceased and were replaced by giggles of joy. "Momma!" Delia cooed as she wet herself. "That's much better, but let's get you out of these silly wet clothes and into a nice, thick pamper." The mystical mother stated as she grabbed the sun hat and placed it onto her head. "I've always wanted to try my hand at gardening." "I garten too!" Delia lisped through her toothless mouth with great excitement. "I know baby. We'll garden together." The new mother cooed at Delia as she used her magic to remove the infantilized woman's clothing and poofed a thick,white disposable diaper into existence, taped around Delia's crotch. Delia giggled some more and started digging in the dirt with her hands, occasionally crawling around to other spots as Mother Maiden pruned a few Rose bushes and used her magic to make the remaining weeds vanish. Once the Maiden had finished her section of the garden, she checked on her newest baby who was covered in dirt on her arms, legs and chest. "Yay!" Delia screeched as she bent down and picked up the weeds which laid beneath her bare, uncoordinated legs. She stood up unsteadily, on her shaky legs and walked over to her new mommy. "Fo yoo, mama!" Delia smiled her toothless grin as she handed the weeds and a few flowers to Mother Maiden.
  6. From the album Mystical

    [color=#ff0000]Girl wearing a diaper and black fish net stockings[/color]
  7. Author's Note: Hello everyone, I'm new to the forum, so please, let me know if I've done anything wrong, posted incorrectly, or breached some sort of ettiquete. Now, for the fun part--my story. I'm experimenting with story telling methods, and this particular method is of the choose your own adventure variety. I'm posting the first "chapter" to the story here, and you can follow the rest of the story through the links on my blog. I'd post the entire story here, but to the methods and techniques I've used with writing it, I'm not sure that there's a way to post it here so it can be read properly. Please pay attention to the warnings as you progress through the story, and keep in mind that it's a work in progress. If you see any typos or errors, feel free to let me know so I can correct them. Summary: Your name is Abigail Summers, and you have just woken up behind bars—crib bars, that is. You aren’t quite sure how you got there. Are you part of a healthy relationship, and your Daddy just carried you into your nursery when you fell asleep on the couch last night? Or were you a normal, functioning high schooler who’s just been kidnapped and forced to regress? You decide! :::: Your name is Abigail Summers, and you have a variety of interests. You enjoy texting, hanging out at the mall with your friends, and occasionally going out on dates with very cute boys. You are currently a senior at Millville High, where you are also a member of your school’s Cheerleading squad. You aren’t the star girl, but you’re pretty damn close, and that’s enough for you. You look classically American in that girl-next-door way, with a soft face, bright blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair that falls a little below your shoulders. You glance down, and realize that you are still in your favorite tight-fitting pink t-shirt, the one that makes your round breasts just out and strain against the fabric. Your nipples are hard from the soft feel of cotton against them, and you can feel a faint tingling between your legs. You wish you had a vibrator to make yourself feel even better, but you aren’t yet old enough to buy one. Or are you? That reminds you, today is your eighteenth birthday. Unfortunately, unlike your last birthday, you have not awakened to pink streamers, balloons, and a special birthday girl breakfast. Instead, you have awakened to the sturdy wooden bars of an oversized crib. There are stuffed animals on either side of you, and hanging above you is mobile, still spinning in motion. You move into a sitting position and peer through the bars to observe your surroundings. Directly across from your crib if an equally as large changing table, the shelves beneath it are packed with a variety of diapers. You can see the baby powder from here, and the baby wipes right beside it. The carpet looks plush, and new, and the walls are equally as white but covered in a variety of childish decals. There’s a yellow toybox not far from the changing table, filled to the brim with toys, and a small bookshelf lined with picture books. You are most definitely in a nursery. You glance back down and realize a little belatedly that in addition to your tight-fitting pink shirt, you are wearing a thick, padded, disposable diaper. Your brain feels a little foggy and you aren’t thinking clearly. What do you do? --->Wail like a baby and cry for Daddy. --->Attempt to escape the crib.
  8. This is just a short little story featuring Gabby from another story of mine, "Tricky Treats". Reading Tricky Treats is not necessary to understand this piece, since this story is set after Tricky. Thoughts/comments/ criticisms are appreciated. There are no spoilers for Tricky Treats, so if you're reading that story, you can also read this one without fear of it ruining the reading experience of Tricky. ~ SWEET NOTHINGS~ by CK Gabrielle stared at the cake slice in front of her. Grandma’s homemade Chocolate Death was a blue ribbon winner at the county fair for five years. Soft, moist, warm chocolate cake slathered in gooey, thick, fudgy chocolate icing and drizzled with sweet, tangy-tart raspberry sauce. Gabby could taste the chocolate heaven already. Her tastebuds tingled in anticipation. She drooled just looking at it, locking her lips as she picked up her fork. This was her favorite dessert of Gram’s repertoire. She leaned forward, nose to the cake, closed her eyes, and inhaled. Sweet cocoa filled her lungs and teased her stomach. Her entire being ached for that first gooey, moist, chocolatey bite. A sudden, loud bark of laughter broke into her concentration. Gabby jerked her head up. Grandpa and Aunt Margaret sat at the other end of the long farmhouse table, lingering over their own half eaten cakes. Marge threw her head back as she laughed heartily. Aunt Margaret. Large Marge. Tub of lard. Gabby watched her plump aunt’s jowls quiver as her laughter died down to amused chuckles. Aunt Marge wore a 5X to hide what she claimed was leftover baby weight from her six kids. The youngest of them was in high school. Gabby’s gaze slid from her aunt’s rotund figure to the huge slab of cake on her plate. Partially eaten, it was still bigger than Gabby’s slice. Not all that fat was baby weight. Gabby winced at her harsh thoughts. She had no room to talk; she had excess weight herself. Nowhere near as large as Marge. Not yet, anyway. But then, Gabby was a pathetic eighteen year old virgin who had never even kissed a guy. On top of that, her bladder leaked like a sieve and she wore diapers. Not thin, discreet pull ups that leaked easily, but big, puffy, noisy, hard to hide diapers. Gabby was going to change all that. Lose the pudge. Become pretty. Become skinny. The diapers she could not help, but if she was skinny and pretty, maybe she’d have a chance with the boys. She’d be just like Aunt Marge’s oldest girl, Angel. Just like her friend Kaoru. Gabby was trying; she’d taken a tiny slice of cake instead of the big slab she usually took. Smaller piece for fewer calories yet she still got to enjoy her favorite, decadent treat. Pretty, skinny Angel had declined any cake. Gabby twirled her fork in the air, just above her cake, as she thought of Angel’s tiny, trim waist. Even less calories if she put the cake back. She’d get skinnier sooner if she didn’t eat it. But it was so moist and gooey and fudgey. Maybe just a few bites, to satisfy her craving...and she could do extra exercise to make up for a bit of decadent indulgence. She would be extra strict with her calories and food choices over the next couple days to help compensate. She shoved a huge forkful into her mouth and instantly melted at the first, heavenly bite. She closed her eyes, savoring the gooey morsel. The soft, spongy cake melted on her tongue while the thick, chocolate icing stuck to the roof of her mouth. Sweet, sugary milk chocolate, bitter dark chased by tangy raspberry danced over her tastebuds. Her senses, her entire being, drowned in chocolatey delight. “Mmmmm.” She moaned her appreciation; she could die happy right now. She swallowed with a contented sigh, her entire body relaxing in satisfaction. A wave of warmth enveloped her crotch as her bladder let loose. The thick, slightly damp padding swaddling her absorbed it all as some urine trickled between her legs to swell over her ample backside. The diaper held it all. The thick, squishy padding further soothed and relaxed her, amplifying the effects of the chocolate. Even after wearing these diapers for several months, she was still amazed at their capacity. They were huge. Monstrous. Godzilla diapers. So thick it was like wearing a pillow. The wide, bulky crotch forced her pudgy thighs apart, giving her an awkward waddle. They came up nearly up to her sternum. Concealment was huge diaper bulge of a problem. She’d taken to wearing loose, flowing dresses and skirts. The generous cut of the garments helped hide her pudgy rolls and ginormous diaper. The loud noise was something she could never hide. She crinkled everywhere she went. She’d given up trying to conceal it. In a way, the constant rustling reassured her she was protected. Every waddling step mean she was safe from embarrassing leaks. Her pull ups had leaked daily; they just could not keep up with her bladder. Wet pants for the world to see. To jeer at. She’d been the laughing stock of her entire school. The world did not associate her crinkly waddle with diapers or pee right away. Bulky diapers were more discrete than wet pants. Her diapers made her feel secure and confident. A big girl who kept herself dry. She no longer peed in her clothes or on furniture. She shifted on her hard, wooden kitchen chair. Her soggy diaper squished and crinkled as she savored another bite of cake. “Mmmm.” She moaned again as the sugary sweetness melted on her tongue.
  9. Preface: I'm not a writer. and besides research papers in college this will probably be the longest piece of text that I've ever written. I'm also pretty bad with grammar and such I was a math person growing up. But this story is kinda like my ultimate fantasy. With a few twist that I find interesting though I'd never do. Another reason I'm not a writer is it takes long term focus and I don't have that. I got to about page 10 and my writing has greatly slowed down but I figured maybe posting on here will help keep me motivated. That being said I greatly would appreciate your input, comments, and constructive criticism. I also wouldn't mind a co-writer/ editor to help me write(message if interested). Currently, i'm about 8k words in My goal is to post roughly every 5 days. Of course you're welcome to not like it but I'm going to keep posting till I lose interest or it's done. First two chapters today after that it'll be slower. Anyway this is: The Village Jared woke up earlier than other days, he was responsible for breakfast and Kya, his wife, was responsible for getting the kids up. The school year was coming to a close and Jared had huge plans for this summer. Actually, they weren't their kids they were her sisters, but because Kya lived in a better school district they spent the week days living with her and her husband. The kids knew their mom was picking them up from school today and like every summer that would leave Kya and Jared with an empty house for 10 weeks. Kya worked as a software developer and though she has only been working four years she made almost six figures. Jared on the other hand was an Accountant who had taken hefty pay cut to work at a non-profit but at this time she made quite a bit more than him. But this today was special, because it was what Kya last day of work. Since Kya graduated college she decided every 3-5 years she would switch jobs between those jobs she would take the whole summer off. And today marked exactly 4 years and 2 days at this job and this would be her last day at this job. Jared went downstairs and got the coffee going and cooked up some omelets the smell of the bacon permeating the house. About 10 mins after Jared, Kya woke to her two favorite smells: coffee and bacon. She stretched and sat on the edge of the bed. She was excited after she dropped of the kids off she would head into work and turn in all her stuff and enjoy a nice “summer vacation.” She already had her next job lined up, and had deferred her start date till the kids went back to school. Jared didn’t have the same arrangement but unbeknownt to his wife he also planned for a pretty lengthy vacation. Kya gathered the kids and about 20mins later they all came down stairs to three omelets and a green smoothie to snack on throughout the day. They talked over breakfast for the next 20 mins and Kya gathered them up again and coaxed them into the car. Kya came back into the kitchen to Jared donning his “Great chef” apron, cleaning up the kitchen. Kya went over and kissed him on the cheek, “I’ll probably get home before you. So have a good day at work.” “Of course, don’t make a mess just cause it’s your last day,” he joked. “Of course not. My reign of terror is over for this company,” she joked she turned on her heels and walked out to the car and drove the kids to their school. Kya then headed to work, her coworkers had thrown her a party the day before. She had a reputation at work as “firm but fair”. That’s personality trait along with her coding skills are what had taken her from entry-level developer to Team Lead in only four years. Kya just wanted to make sure the work was done on-time and of high quality. Her team knew she held them to a high standard and because of their high quality output they were regarded as one of the best teams in the division. She went around to her team and had quick chats with them many of them telling her whenever there was an available position to let them know so they could make the move also. She said of course to all of them but really only meant it for a couple of them. Jared back at home was setting up everything , he didn’t know how long Kya would stay at work but he certainly knew she wouldn’t stay till 5 so as soon as he finished cleaning up he pulled out the chest that was hidden in the back of his closet. It took about an hour but after that he went into the living room and turned on the TV and waited for his wife to come home. Kya turned in all her stuff around 11:30 and left the building for the last time around noon. She considered going for a celebratory lunch but instead decided she would drink her smoothie from breakfast and go out when Jared got home from work. As she pulled onto her street she realized Jared’s car was still in the driveway, as she pulled next to him in their two car garage she looked around and wondered if he had ever left. Jared heard her pull into the driveway and moved from his spot on the couch. As Kya walked in the house she called out his name and there was no answer. This made her nervous and she called him out again as she turned the corner he was standing right in front her his 6’4 frame towering over her 5’3 body he startled her so much she dropped her water bottle that had about a third of the smoothie left on the ground. He looked down at her and smirked, “Well you’re home early, little one.” Part 2 Little one, little one. Jared hadn’t said that to her in a very, very long time she thought it had been probably been nearly two years since the kids had started staying with them and he changed jobs and started working more hours. He chuckled he could see the surprise and anxiousness in her face he stroked her chin, "Now sweetheart what did I tell you about yelling in the house?" He bent down and picked up her smoothie but didn't give it back to her. She shuffled back and looked down mumbled “sorry.” Kya’s team at would probably be surprised to see her so timid, but Jared knew. And he was going to spend this summer letting this side of her run as free as it wished. Jared led her to the kitchen as he removed the top of the water bottle and put on a more age appropriate one. It looked exactly like a baby bottle teat the primary modification being a larger teat and hole to fit her mouth and thicker liquids. He also added some more filling the bottle back up to the top “Drink up,” he said passing her back the bottle “Now lets head upstairs and get you changed since you wanted to play dress up like a big girl this morning.” He took her by the hand and led her up to the bedroom where there was what could be mistaken for a changing table. He led her to the center of the open space between the bathroom and closet and started to undress her. He looked at her standing in just her bra, this was the hardest part for him looking but not touching. It was a fine line for her in this space. If she actually was in her little space she didn’t want to engage in adult activities especially sex. If she was just playing around in a diaper well then it was okay. One of the many rules they set when they first started playing in college, many of which have changed but this one hadn’t and probably would never change. He picked her up and placed her on the “changing table”. Conveniently she had shaven last night, “Clean as a baby’s bottom good girl.” He tickled her tummy and she started to squirm and giggle, “I’m always clean,” she said. He giggled and pulled out an adult diaper from the chest that for so long had been hidden deep in the back of their walk in closet. It was thick and fluffy and baby blue. He preferred her in pink but in her opinion that was an ugly color. He rubbed some baby oil onto her bottom then he instructed her to lift her bottom up to slide the diaper under her bottom he also added a nice stuffer. As he placed the stuffer in she looked up, “Why do I need that?” She asked “Mainly because I said so,” he said as he applied powder to her diaper. “Why do you say so?” she wondered putting on her best puppy dog eyes. He ignored her face, “Are you questioning me young lady?” he said as he secured the tapes on the diaper looking at her when he finished. “No.” as she looked away. He lifted her off the table And plopped her on her feet, “But if you must know we’re going on a trip,” He smiles and goes to pick her out an outfit. “A trip! Where? Tell me, tell me!” she says bouncing on her heels. “You’ll see when we get there,” He pulls out a colorful shirt and some loose fitting jeans and some frilly socks, and comes back over to her. “Now come on get dressed.” “Come on daddy tell me pleassseeeee,” She says as she raises her arms up for him to put the shirt on. “No, now lift your leg so I can put your pants on,” He said as he was crouched down holding out the pant for her to stick her leg in. “No, tell me,” She crossed her arms over the embroidered teddy bear. She wanted to know because he should remember she didn’t go out in public like this. He stood up and tilted her face up to look him in his eye. “Are you telling me no?” he asked. She turns her head and shakes her head no. He guides her face back to look him in the eye. “Do you trust me?” She nodded yes. “Then trust I wouldn’t take you anywhere you’d be judged. Now let me put these pants on. Unless, you want to start your day with a nice beating of course.” She shook her head no and lifted her leg. He crouched back down and pulled her pants up then put her socks on. He passed her back her bottle and told her to stay in here and finish it while he finished taking things to the car. He left and she sat down Indian style and drank the rest of the bottle. About 20mins later he comes back to her and the empty bottle and her sitting on the bed. “Ready to go?” She nodded and he picked her up she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Not only was he taller than her he was athletic and lifted more than twice her 130 pound body, for cardio three times a week. He carried her to the garage and unlocked his SUV and opened the backseat to reveal an oversized car seat. She looked at it realizing that it was definitely new. She wondered if this is what he made with the 3-D printer him and his friends went in on. He smiled buckling her in and kissed her forehead. “Ready for an adventure kiddo?” He asked. She smiled and nodded so he went around to the driver seat, started the car, and their trip began.
  10. Ali Chapter 1 I wake up to my cell phone ringing. My brain is still a bit fuzzy, so I put thinking off for a bit. I peal my eyelids open trying to focus them on the surroundings. I take a good long drag off my thumb like a smoker sneaking one more drag before breaks over, and then I roar a yawn a lion would be proud of. ‘One more minute Mom?’ Sitting up I realize I’m not in my childhood home, but that I’m at work waking up from a quick power nap. The shock of not being a teenager at home in bed causes me to sit up even faster. I look around self-consciously pulling my thumb from my mouth. Then I wipe the drool off of my hand on my skirt. ‘How the hell did that get in there? I hardly ever wake up to soggy thumb any more. Good thing my cubical is in a corner!’ My back pops a few times as I reach for the office ceiling. I rattle my head trying to knock the cobwebs loose. I slide my finger across my cell silencing the alarm. ‘I’m going to need a bit of caffeine or it’s going to be a really long rest of the day.’ I’m a perfectionist though, and I won’t leave my desk without completing the report I started before break/nap time. ‘This paper won’t push its self.’ I think. Moving on, I restack the report and stack of invoices. I keep telling myself that I’m a big girl, but big girls don’t need an afternoon nap or that lunch nap I took yesterday. They sure as hell don’t suck on their thumb sleeping at their desks. On the other hand, little girls can’t claim to have an associate degree in accounting, but I do. Being the clever little girl I am, I have recorded my desk phone ringing and then set my alarm tone to my desk phone ring tone. Bingo, incognito naps! Don’t go calling HR on me though. I only nap during actual breaks. I nap on my time not the firm’s time. For the most part, I’m the typical college graduate office worker bee. I keep the masses inline, and push the paper that keeps America running. All hail the Mighty TPS report! I look down at the wet slobber spot on my dark gray skirt. ‘It’s been weeks since that happened. That should dry pretty quick on this bottom.’ I console myself. The skirt I’m wearing has three different colors of grey repeating down its length. Most days you can catch me dressing in mostly bland patterned pencil skirts with equally bland tops. I need the patterns for ass camouflage. ‘Breakup lines with other lines!’ I can’t be all office drone though, so I let my inner Little Girl out to play on my accessories. Today I am wearing a thin pink belt with some silver colored stones with my multi-gray skirt. I have my nails done up in the same rosey pink color. I braided my strawberry blonde hair around my temples, and then pulled it back into a high ponytail. The cute pink barrette pinned in my hair above my right ear ties my belt in nicely. During my high school goth days I got carried away with holes in my head. My ears sport a few more piercings than is strictly “normal”, but now I fill them with dainty pink and sliver charms. The boss doesn’t like my ears, but positively refused to let me wear my tiny nose stud so I keep it on a card in my bag. I feel my head for stray hairs, and tighten my pony tail. I put my work face on while pushing my thing glasses up my nose. I administrate an office of eleven people, and it wouldn’t do me any favors to appear any younger than my current twenty-four years. I have had to be a bit of a hard ass or these people eat me alive. That wares a girl down and is one of the causes for my afternoon naps. Well that and I never have slept very well. I certainly didn’t sleep well last night that’s for sure. It was 2:00 in the afternoon and I had yawned one too many times. That’s the time of day where you have to get up and move around or pass out in your chair. You know, that afternoon wall you hit when you have a desk job? I just ran face first into mine. My eyelids had a mind of their own at break and their collective decision was to take an afternoon siesta. It’s no small wonder though since, I’ve been here since 6:30am. I’m an early bird. Evenings suck, and I was dragging badly. It didn’t take much to convince me the nap was necessary. I polish off the report I was working on before I passed out and format it for printing. That’s right people. This is the glamorous life of the corporate cubical jockey! Data, Paperwork, Forms, Accountability, and a healthy dose of Cover You Ass emails make up the thrilling world I had worked so hard for. Janice, my old college roommate, must have had the same lack of feeling in her legs because her curly brown head suddenly sprung up over my cube wall. She’s pretty tall at just under 6’. I can just make out her eyes peaking over the wall and staring down at me, “Hey Ali, you wanna get a drink after work?” She asked sounding terminally board. Did you ever notice how some people’s board sounds a lot like whining? She probably is genuinely board out of her mind. Jan had landed the administrative assistant position under Rick Walters, our branch manager, shortly after I got my spot. He tends to treat us both as assistants in some ways, but he doesn’t ask any of the hard stuff from Jan. She ends up with the coffee runs, and paper coalitions. The job paid ok or she would have already left for something more challenging. The fact that she pitches in to stay busy instead of just playing with her hair and chewing gum makes me love her all the more. She’s so capable and underutilized. I had landed the entry level accounting position they had posted online. During the interview process I learned that it was combined with Office Administrator job. I keep a lot busier than Janice does. It’s a small office and someone always needs something so Jan pitches in for everyone. She’s a sweetheart like that. I tend to pass some of the overflow off to Jan to keep her on her toes. She always gives me grief for it, but I know she appreciates tying her name to some of the work that washes up to corporate.
  11. Lizzie is around 18 years old. She's average height, and a little chubby, but everyone thinks it's cute. Everyone thinks she's cute. She has poofy curls that she likes to put in pigtails or wears out, and her skin is a little lighter than caramel, meaning her mom is white and her dad is black. But she doesn't act it. Both her parents are smart and she grew up in a great environment. But her parents are away most of the time, but this time they are gone for a year. They trust her enough and love her, and so they leave her alone. Today she was going to try something new. She had ordered online around a week before they left a popular diaper brand that she had seen other girls wear on porn websites. They looked really thick and really cute, and decided to order plastic panties as well. Even enema, just to get into it. She he heard her doorbell ring and raced to answer. The mailman had already left and she was standing right in front of her big package. She he smiled and rushed it up to her room. She unpacked everything and began stripping her panties off. She unfolded a white and thick diaper and payed down. She pushed it up under her and folded it over her privates. She took the tapes and sealed it over. It was snug and fit, and really turned her on, she rubbed it a while, and decided she would wait for the plastic panties. She didn't put anything up and shoved her skirt back over her diaper. It barely covered, but no one would be over, anyways. Oh no. She heard the door open and close. She forgot she was having her best friend over!
  12. From the album Little Me :)

  13. From the album Little Me :)

  14. Dear friends, I looked over my story and corrected some spelling. Comments of any kinds are always welcome- Have fun! Stay Safe, Stay Clean “Stay Safe and stay clean.†Angelica’s mother loves that phrase. She is telling her whenever she is leaving the house. Now the mother is leaving her daughter for two weeks. There is nothing special with leaving an18years old for two weeks, but Chrystal got reasons to mistrust her daughter. The young witch misused her power quiet often in the last year. Once she cheated on a test in school, then she used her magic to clean the house, what ends in a total chaos since the magic sorted every item in the house, by size. Since then Chrystal put some restrictions on her daughter and forbid her to use magic until she past her witch-exam. That means two more years of training for Angelica. She is forced to wear a neckless that suppresses any magic and only Chrystal can take her off – and for sure she is only doing this for Angelica’s witchcraft classes in the evening. With her mother on leave Angelica will need to do all the unpleased household courses on her own and without magic. Therefore the teenager got mixed feelings about being alone. If she want to make a party she will need to clean up, like every normal girl of her class and she know from her friends, how much work this can be. And since she will have no witch-craft classes during the Easter-leave-period, she will not use magic at all. No chance for her to cast something that helps her at home, no pocket-money spell to “modify†the amount, nothing. “You better keep everything nice and tidy, or you will deny it.†Chrystal says and takes her luggage. “Yes Ma’am.†Angelica says, knowing very well how much her mother hates her “I-don’t-careâ€-singsong-answer. “I am serious! Follow the rules or you will end in trouble!†Chrystal warns, the second time. “Yes Ma’am,†is Angelica’s reply. She is not even looking at her mother. Chrystal shakes her head and steps out the front door. Right outside she turns around and close her eyes. “Spirits of the house make sure my little girl is staying safe and clean – and keep her out of trouble.†A little spark escapes her watch – she transformed her wand, so she can use him all the time – and disappear into the house. Smiling happily she leaves, now her daughter will be save. Inside the house Angelica looks at the closed front door. She would never admit, that she will miss her mother, nor would she be honest and tell her, that she is afraid to be alone in the big house. For the next hours she is watching TV until her stomach starts to growl. Leaving the TV on she goes to the kitchen, opens the fridge and look inside. “Oh, I wish we had Lasagna,†she mutters. Suddenly the room fell silent. “Hu?†Angelica closes the fridge and look over to the living room. The TV had turned off. Shaking her head she opens the fridge again and finds a pre-cooked Lasagna right in front of her. “How?†She wonders for a second, but then she shrugs. It must be something her mother did, but she does not care. Happily she takes the lasagna and put it into the microwave. One hour later the kitchen is a mess. Half the Lasagna is still in the form, a bit is on the floor and some drops are on the low table in front of the TV. Additionally half a docent cans are standing in the kitchen. Some of them half drunk, others almost full and two tipped over and the content spilled out. Angelica quickly found out, that the fridge will deliver whatever she wish for, when she close and open it again. Cleaning up is a different story. The trash in not empting itself on its own like it normally does so Angelica is forced to carry the trash outside. “This is so humiliating.†She thinks. Back inside she notices with a smile, that the spills and drips are cleaned up by magic, so she can go to bed without further housework. She does not even care about brushing her teeth or taking her usual evening-shower. On the next day she sleeps in very late. When she finally needs to go to the bathroom she needs to hurry and run to the toilet. She waited so long, that she even loses a few drops into her panties, before she is able to pull them down and relief herself. Like always she throws the old underwear on the ground and like normal they disappear. Angelica knows that she will see them again in her underwear-drawer after they are washed. “So mommy don’t force me to do everything on my own.†She smiles and heads to the kitchen. “I wish for cornflakes.†She says and opens the fridge. Like the day before she find a perfect size bowl in the fridge. While she eats she looks a boring TV-Show and spills milk on the sofa. Knowing that the magic will clean up after her she does not care much. Not even about spilling milk on her shirt. She knows she is eating like a pig, but that is what it is for to have a place all on oneself. She goes even further, leaving the dirty bowl next to the TV and taking her stained Shirt off, running around the house, dressed in socks only. Back upstairs she finally decides to take a shower. But before the shower she uses the toilet. Thinking about the cleaning shower she will have, she does not even wipe herself clean, but simply flush and step under the hot water. She showers hot and long and when she comes out of the shower cubic the room is filled with a thick fog. Angelica dries off and drops the towel on the floor. “Let’s see if this is like in the hotels.†She grins and goes to her room. In her room she opens her underwear-drawer and freeze. Her panties are gone. Instead she got a whole drawer of training pants – Pull-ups. “Oh please you are kidding!†Angelica frowns. She closes the drawer and speaks. “I wish for my panties!†She opens it again, but it is still filled with pull-ups. This time a note is laying on top. “Prove that you are a big girl and you can have your panties back. Signed: Spirit of your bedroom†Angelia smashes the drawer close again and crawls under her bed. A box is holding her secret stuff, including some very sexy and slutty underwear. She opens the box and finds another note. “You should not wear naughty underwearâ€. To her relieve the sexy string-panties are still there, as well as her skimpy bra and her toys – with a note. “Do not use naughty adult toys.†Angelia is blushing and hopes that her mother doesn’t know about her toys. Maybe the spirit will report her?! She thinks about using them, only to show the spirit of her bedroom, that she is not a little girl and can do what she likes, but she is not in the mood. She gets dressed completely and goes out with friends. It is Saturday! Party time! It is way after midnight when she is back, she smells of alcohol and sweat from the discotheque. Her clothes are dirty and stained with beer. Her skimpy string is stuck between her cheeks for an hour now and she is more than happy to pull them him down and take him off. Now she IS in the mood and takes one of her toys from the box. It is a wild rabbit vibrator and – like always – it takes only a few minutes to bring her over the edge. She is shouting out loud when she comes to a big O. Juice is dripping from her and her favorite toy when she pulls him out and places him on the nightstand. Happily sheswitch off the light and drift to sleep. The next morning Angelica wakes up late. She is laying half in bed, half on the floor, her bladder feels like it is going to burst. “Oh shit!†She whispers, feeling a bad headache. She stumbles to the bathroom and skips the toilet. Instead she starts the water and let go, while the hot water from the shower wash away the smell from last night. Relieved and clean a dripping wet Angelica steps out of the shower and grabs the towel. It takes until she drops the used towel to the ground, before she notices that this towel is pink and smaller than the one from yesterday. But it is too late to think about it. The towel is disappearing and Angelica goes to her room. She opens the bottom drawer and hiss when she sees the rows of pull-ups. “I am not wearing baby-pants!†She says frustrated and close the drawer again. “I wish for normal panties!†She says and opens the drawer. Still pull-ups, this time with another note: “Two times your underwear was stained, you need to proof you are a big girl.†Angelica thinks about her string, that has been stained for sure and the other panties she dripples in. Blushing she takesthe pull-ups and slips into them. “Not that uncomfortable.†She thinks and finishes her dressing for the day. Deciding, that she spend enough time inside the house Angelica leaves the house and enjoys a few hours in the park. She eats lunch in a very nice Italian restaurant before she goes to the park. The sun is great and she fell asleep in the warm grass. She wakes up when is getting colder and when she opens her eyes she see the sun going down behind the high trees that surrounds the area. Stretching and yawing she gets up and notice a pain in her bladder. “Oh, I really need to go.†She notice and think about the long walk home. “I will not make it.†She winced and looks around for a public toilet. Luckily she sees one and quickly walks over to it. She is not even that close when she can smell the stinking place. Holding her breath she opens the door and a bunch of flies come out of the small, dark and very dirty bathroom. There is a light switch, but it is not working. One the ground is dirt and toilet paper, which looks well used. The toilet itself is not flushed there is a big pile of… “Oh gosh!†Angelica closes the bathroom door again and quickly brings some distance between her and this nasty place. For the first time in a long time she is wishing to use her magic for something useful. She would love to clean this place so somebody can use it again – but she is not able to. Facing her only option she turns around and marsh home as fast as she can. She curses herself for waiting this long and halfway home she realize, that she will not make it. She stops and cross her legs to hold it in, when she remembers what she is wearing. A quick look around follows, to make sure nobody is watching her, then she spread her legs a bit and let go. She plans to wet only a bit, but when if flows out of her she has trouble to stop it again. The trainers soak up the hot pee, swell and hung heavy between her legs. A few drops run down her inner legs, down to her socks - but finally she is able to stop the flow. Now she should be able to go home with no problem. She makes a few steps and blush deep red as she feels the heavy soaked padding between her legs. With every step it is rubbing over her sensitive parts, which give her a naughty feeling. Ten more steps and she decide to take the pull-up off. She doesn’t want the spirit of the bedroom “see†her soaked trainers. Since it wasn’t an accident she doesn’t want to be treated as if she had one. Fortunately the streets are very empty and nobody sees her, when she hides behind a bus-stop and quickly pulls the wet trainers off. A second later they end in a trash-can. Being naked underneath her skirt is strangeand makes her feel a little insecure. Thankfully the way home is not long anymore and 15 minutes later she is entering the house. “Finally home.†She says and quickly goes to the next bathroom. After she relieved herself she goes to her bedroom to pull on some underwear. She tries to open the drawer, but it is stuck. “Hey, come one! Open up!†Angelica is pissed off and pulls harder. The drawer is still not opening, instead a piece of paper is coming out of the little gap between the third and the forth – the last – drawer. The note says: Please take of your pullups for inspection. Angelica is blushing deep red and whispers quietly to the drawer: “I lost them. I needed to trough them away… they slipped down and got dirty, you know?!†She tries again to pull and this time the drawer opens. “Holly shit!†Angelia gasps, when she sees the rows of small diapers. On the diapers a note is lying: “These very thin diapers should not slide down if you use the tapes correctly. I expect you to bring them back. AND WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!†Still cursing, but quietly in her mind, Angelica lies down on the bed and places the diaper under her behind. Suddenly a pain, like from an electric spark, shoot into her behind and she jumps off the bed. She rubs her behind and looks at the bed. A note is sitting on the blanket. “Your clothes are dirty! Take them off or you stain the bed. Dirty little girl.†Angelica blushes and turns around, trying to look at her own back. Frustrated the pulls of her shirt and see green sports from the grass on it. Her skirt is not better, so she takes him off as well. Carefully she lies down on the bed again and is able to diaper herself into the thin diaper. “This is so humiliating.†She says when she gets up again. The sun is going down and she switch on the lights. She is hungry and wants to eat, but for sure she will not walk around in a bra and diaper. She opens the wardrobe and gasp, when the only things in there are old fashioned nightshirts. “Oh, come on! At least give me an oversized shirt!†She tries it again, but still only long nightshirts. Having no other chance she takes off her bra and slips the nightshirt on. Angry about the situation she goes down to the kitchen. “Apple Juice.†She says and opens the fridge. Inside she finds a row of cups, labeled with the content. One of them is apple juice. They are sipping cups. “What a shit is this! I can’t stand it any longer. Are you fucking kidding me?†SLAP! A sharp pain makes her jump and she turns around. On the sideboard sits a spanking paddle with the printed message “Behave!†on it. Angelica is rubbing her behind and grabs the sipping cup. Maybe she should not have spilled the drinks yesterday, but since she knew that the kitchen will clean up, she hadn’t cared. Her stomach growls and she looks in the fridge again. There is one big plastic bowl of broccoli overbaked with cheese, not bad! Next to it lays a bib with a plastic spoon. Shaking her head Angelica only takes the spoon and warms the food in the microwave. She sits down in front of the TV and starts to eat. Suddenly she notices something around her neck and when she lifts her hand she notice, that the bib had followed her and now ties itself around her neck. “Get away from me!†she shouts and throws it on the ground. Then she takes a sip from the sipping cup and also throws her on the ground. “Shit! I am not a baby!†She still grumbles, when she sees the paddle flying in her direction. Quickly she picks the sipping cup back up. She didn’t have to pick the bib up, because this one is already flying to her and ties around her neck again. “Oh great.†She thinks. “The house is looking after me. Thanks mom.†She is extra careful not to spill with her food and wipe the table after her meal. She even wipes away the little puddle the sipping cup had left on the floor. Worried she looks at the paddle, but it is gone. Exhaling heavily she put the dishes in the dishwasher and opens the fridge to drink something else. “Oh no, come on!†She grumbles. All the sipping cups have silicon teats to prevent further spills. Blushing deep red Angelica slammed the fridge close and go to the bathroom to brush her teeth. After she had that done she takes a few long sips from the tap and goes to bed. She switched the lights out, but something from her nightstand illuminates the room. The alarm-clock is glowing like crazy and Angelica fears, that it will inflame, but then she see the note lying in front of it: “Set the alarm before you go to sleep, little girl.†Angry at the constant poking of the furniture’s Angelica takes the alarm-clock and set if for 10 o’clock. Not that she is planning to sleep that long, but she don’t want the alarm to wake her up too early. Grumbling and fighting with her long nightshirt she fell asleep, hoping that the spirits of the house get tired of teasing her, soon. It is early in the morning, when she wakes up. As usual she needs to use the bathroom and turns to her side to look at the alarm: 06:30. “Great, it is like a normal school-day.†Suddenly she rips her eyes open. “Bars?†She lifts her head and look around. Her bed has bars around, like a big crib. They feel very solid and when she tries to shake them they don’t come an inch. Carefully she stand up in the bed and look for a snap or lock to open, but there is no. Even worse – when she stands in the bed the bars rise with her, making it impossible for her to climb over them. “Hello? I want to get up! Hello?†Angelica is pulling at the bars and feels like a prisoner. A little piece of paper fell from nowhere onto the pillow: “It is too early, go back to bed.†Angelica rips the paper into pieces. “I want to get up, now!†The pieces of paper put themselves back together and another message appears: “No getting up before the alarm rings.†Angelica looks at the clock. “That is more than 3 hours! Shit I want to get up right now! I have to pee.†She expects something to happen, but that is not the case. Well, something happens. The writing on the paper changes to a simple message: “hold it.†Angelica sits down in bed and feels the thin diaper under her behind. There is no chance that she will stay here and wait. “I am thirsty; I want to go to the kitchen.†She says, changing her strategy. Unfortunately the bars stay in place. The door opens for a second and a sipping cup fly in. It land right in Angelica’s hands. “Warm milk with honey,†she reads the label and sighs. The fridge seems to know what makes her tired. She has not planned to drink anything, so she throws the sipping cup out to the bed. Maybe she will get the chance to clean it up and can go to the bathroom when she is done. Unfortunately the sipping cup is only coming back to her and the silicon teat had prevented any spills. She tries it two more times before she sighs and lay down in bed. Grumbling and thinking about an escape-plan she closes her eyes. There is not much time to think about anything, because suddenly the teat of the sipping cup brush against her lips and by the first chance push into her mouth. Eyes wide open Angelica pulls at the sipping cup, but it simply stays in der mouth and slowly the warm liquid starts to flow, even without her sucking. At first she tries to spit it out again, but she cannot press the milk past the silicon teat and so she is forced to gulp it down. Very slowly she is emptying the sipping cup and become very tired. She vaguely notices the teat going, before she fell asleep again. Two hours later she wakes up again. A quick look at the alarm tells her, that she only has a half hour to survive, before the cursed bars let her out of the bed. But her bladder tells her, that a half hour may be too long. She feels like she is going to burst. By now the milk has gone through her and ended in her bladder, waiting for release. She needs to do something or she will shamefully wet herself. Carefully she gets up and takes her blanket in her hands. She aims well and throws the blanked on the top of the rails. As quickly as she can she pulls herself up, using the blanked as a rope. The nightshirt makes it hard to use her legs, but she is in shape and in a second she is on top of the bars and slides down on the other side. A sprint to the door and she press on the handle – nothing. “Come on! I need to go in the bathroom!†She shouts and pulls harder and kicks against the door. A sticky note appears on the door. “Go back to bed, it is too early.†Frustrated Angelica jump to the nightstand and takes the alarm-clock. She moves the alarm time forward to 6. “Satisfied? I want to get out!†A note appears next to the alarm. Angry she rips it of the nightstand and quickly read it. “The new time is for tomorrow, now go back to bed.†Furious Angelica grabs the alarm and throws it against the wall, then she run to the bedroom door and kick against it a few times, before she pulls with all her straights at the handle. “Shit! Fuck! Let me out you Shit! Son of a bitch!.. “ A pain in her behind stops her outburst. The paddle is hovering behind her and slaps her behind again. “Hey, that hurts! Stop! I am an adult! You cannot spank me!†Unfortunately the paddle and the chair that slides in front of her and with the help of the paddle bend her over backrest think differently. The paddle goes down a docent time, bringing Angelica to tears: “Stop! Please!†The alarm strikes 10 and the door clicks open, but the paddle is still going down on Angelica’s behind: “Stop! I am going to… .†The floodgates had opened. Hot pee is shooting out of her and is absorbed by the diaper, but it comes out to hard and it is way too much. Very quickly she feels pee running down her legs and forming a puddle on the floor. Finally the paddle stops and Angelica runs to the bathroom, leaving a trail of drops on her way. When she reaches the toilet her bladder is halfway empty. The thin diaper is completely soaked and lies heavy between her feet. “Oh thanks good.†Angelia sighs and let the rest come out. If feels great to get rid of the pressure. After she recovered a bit she gets backup and look at the soaked diaper. She is very ashamed and quickly rolls it up and throws it into the bathroom trash. Her nightshirt is wet in the back and sticks to her damp skin. It is cold and clammy and very uncomfortable, so she takes it off and throw into the hamper. “Time for a showerâ€, she thinks and steps into the shower cubic. She enjoys the hot water for half an hour and when she comes back out the whole bathroom is damp. Drops of water run down the walls and she hopes that it will clean itself up, because she is not feeling like it. Stark naked she goes back to her room and is relieved, that the bars are gone and the bed looks perfectly made. She opens the button drawer of the dresser and gasp when she sees the rows of very thick diapers. These are not the thin ones she just wore, these are two inches thick in there folded state and have a heavy plastic foil. A note on top tells her that she seems to be a very heavy wetter and needs proper protection. “I was forced to; I wasn’t allowed to leave the bed. This is not fair. … This would never have happened during the day.†She says to the dresser and the room, than she close and opens the drawer again. This time she is facing two rows of diapers, thin and thick ones. Two notes telling her that the thick ones are for the night and the thin one for the day. Happy about the improvement she takes the thin diaper and quickly puts it one. Next she opens the second drawer to take out a bra, but there are no bras. The drawer is filled with little camisoles, pure cotton, and all of them look very, very babies. “Shit!†It came out of her and immediately she receives a slap from the paddle. She didn’t even saw it coming and so she jumped a bit and rubs her sore behind. “Sorry.†She mumbles and takes one camisole out. Taking a look in the mirror Angelica shakes her head. This does nothing for her. Normally she is pushing her little A-Cups to a good B, with lots of inlays, this makes her look flat and with the diaper she looks like an oversized 4 years old. Very frustrated she goes down to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Like the day before she finds a spoon and a bib next to her bowl. Feeling pressed to convince the house that she is a big girl and don’t need this extra of attention she speaks to the fridge in a low voice. “Yesterday I didn’t spill anything; may I leave the bib off?†She waits and hopes and after a few seconds the bib disappears. “Thank you very much.†She says and takes her breakfast. While she eats she forms a plan to get back to her old life. All she needs to do is showing that she is able to take care of herself. That should not be that hard. The doorbell rings and lost in her deep thought she goes to open the door. It is the postman with a parcel for her mother. “Hello Miss… I… I got something for your mommy. Can you take it for her, little one?†Angelina notice that he is starring at her in a strange way. Normally is more the type that flits with her. She looks down to see what he is starring at. She is shocked when she notices she is only wearing her diaper and the thin camisole. How could this happen?! “Hi! I… am Angela’s little cousin, but I will take the parcel.†She says with flushed cheeks and quickly grabs it. The postman nods his head and shows her where to sign. In a hurry she does and slams the door shut. While walking off the postman looks at the signature and shakes his head: “Well Angela, you seem to have strange hobbies.†Back inside Angelica place the parcel on the kitchen counter. The paddle is hovering in front of her and makes her nervous. “What?†Angela asks and tries to walk around the paddle, but it blocks her way. “What is it? I didn’t do anything wrong!†The paddle flips around and on the back Angelica can read: “opening the door half naked, you embarrassed yourself and this house. Go upstairs and dress properly.†Not wanting to make the paddle angry she goes to her room and opens the wardrobe. Instead of Jeans and her usual clothes she is facing a row of skimpy dresses that fit perfectly to the camisole she is wearing. “If you want to be a little cousin, you should dress like one.†A note is telling her. So much for her plan to have her life back! Seeing the paddle hovering behind her, she takes the dress that looks the most mature, even when it has a rather short skirt. Now she looks like a kind of Lolita, but that is much better as everything else is offered to her. She needs to get out of this house, away from the flying paddle. At the front door she is looking for her shoes, but only find a pair of white Marry Jane’s, that match to her dress. She hates to walk around without at least three inch heels, since she is only 5ft tall. Walking on the sidewalk she is blushing a bit. “Now I have to pretend to be a kid or I might end in trouble. Nobody will believe I am an adult.†She thinks to herself and walks faster. Her plan is to go further to the south, away from her school and away from the area here she might run into lots of people that know her. 3 miles later she finds a nice park with a little lake. There is even an ice-cream shop with some teenage-girl in front of it. Angelica sighs; when she notices that she brought no money. She would love some ice-cream. She also would love to lie in the grass, but she is afraid to get her dress dirty. Therefore she sits on a bench and enjoys the sun. She is sitting there for a half hour with her eyes closed when a shadow fell on her face. She looks up and finds herself surrounded by the four girls. “Hey princess.†One of them speaks up. “Me and my friends would like some more ice. Can you borrow us something?†Angelica gets up to confront the bullies, but when she stands she notice, that all of them are taller than her. Lagging highs and confidence she quickly back off, until she is stopped by the bench again. “Sorry, I don’t have money with me.†She says meekly. The girl looks at each other and come closer. “Are you sure? You look like you are carrying a golden spoon in your behind.†The head of the group says – making the rest laugh. They come closer, making Angelica very uncomfortable. She curses herself for leaving the house and jumps on the bench. “Back of you bitches! I mean it!†The girls laugh harder and by the nod of the leader grab her and pull her off the bench. “Let’s search for her money!†the girl says and eight hands starting to search Angela. “Oh no!â€The young witch thinks and tries to fight them off. She is able to turn around, but then one of the girls is jumping on her and sits on her back. The searching hands come back and a second later they all laugh out hard. “Look at this! The baby is wearing a diaper!†“She is only a little potty pants! “No wonder her mommy doesn’t give her money, when she is still wetting herself.†Angelica tries to get up, but the girl on her back is too heavy. Fingers poke her padded behind and sneak into the leg holes. “Aw, the baby is dry. For sure she was just changed. I can smell her baby powder.†The bullies tease. “I am not wearing baby powder! And I am not a baby! Get of me you bitches!†Angelica shouts, still fighting to get back to her feet. “Oh, so you are wearing them because your mommy wants to be extra sure?†One girl teases. Angelica says nothing anymore. She hopes that the bullies get bored of her ad leave her alone; unfortunately the diaper makes her a perfect victim. “I wonder if she will get in trouble, when her mommy finds her in a wet diaper. What do you think girl?†The head-bully says, making her friends giggle and nodding their heads. There is a noise like a can of soda is opened and the Angelica feels her diaper is pulled down in the back. “Hey stop that! You will not! You will not do that!†She struggles as hard as she can, but after a minute she is exhausted and sinks back into the grass. “Oh, I bet she will get in trouble for…. This.†The bully with the can in her hand says before she starts to pour the soda down the back of Angelica’s diaper. It is cold and the gas is tickling, while the liquid gets absorbed and the thin diaper swells up. In the end the diaper is completely soaked from the back to the front and nobody would doubt that this little girl simply had an accident in her nappy. When the can is empty the girl’s poke the swollen diaper some more and laugh about her, calling her a wet little baby and other mean things. The young adult is humiliated to the bone and keeps still until the four girls have left her. Then she allows herself to sit up and makes a face when the wet diaper squishes under her behind. Slowly she gets up and looks at her dress. It is very dirty and stained, even her shoes are dirty and she feels like crying. Step by step she goes home, the diaper as a constant reminder of her defeat between her legs. It take her a while to go back home. Some people are stopping and ask her if she got lost or if she needs help. She always denies it and keep walking with her head down. This way she does not even notice the stares on her behind. The diaper – wet and heavy –hugging her behind and is not covered by the short skirt that that is only halfway pulled down. A bit of it is still stuck in the waistband of the diaper, where the bullies had pushed it. Back inside the house Angelica goes straight to bed where she cries into her pillow. She kicks off her shoes and opens the tapes of her diaper. Like a wet sack she let it fell to the ground, where it disappears like her shoes, seconds before. Feeling alone; Angelica cries for a while, when she suddenly notice something sitting next to her. She wipes away the tears from her eyes and blinks a few times. Her beloved Teddy is sitting next to her pillow. Crying out even louder she grabs him and hugs him tightly. It feels good to cuddle somebody, especially when you thought you had lost the friend of your childhood a long time ago. Easily an hour later she gets back up and goes to the bathroom, where she put her dirty dress in the hamper. She would like to take a shower, but where she shower-cubic should be she find a bathtub. A note is telling her, that she wasted so much water, that she should take a real bath instead. Frown and stomping her foot she matches out into her room and opens the dresser. “NO!†she shouts out when she see the rows of thick diapers, all in the heavy night-time style. “It wasn’t my fault. I was assaulted by a group of girls! They poured soda down my diaper and wanted to steal my money!†Angelica is very angry and slams the drawer close again. She counts to five and open it again, but the diapers look the same. A note on top is telling her, that she has to proof that before she can go back to thinner diaper. “I don’t want thin diapers! I want panties! I am an Adult!†She shouts and starts to rip diapers out of the drawer. “Where do you hide my panties?†Kneeling in front of the wardrobe in only a thin camisole, bend forward gives the paddle the perfect target, when it goes down on her naked behind. Slap! Slap! Slap! “No, you won’t!†Angelica jumps on the paddle and holds it tightly. It is shaking like a snake and tries to get rid of her. To be continued!
  15. From the album adult BabyGirl 2015

    I'm ready for my spanking and diaper punishment
  16. From the album Diapers! (Pull Ups Album Separate)

    Guess I'll just HAVE to rub my freshly soakesd diapee. N the mean time.
  17. From the album Mystical

    [b][color=#00ff00]Girl in a diaper and pink plaid shirt, spread eagle on an organ.[/color][/b]
  18. Hi everyone, I'm Yuki. And I'm new here! I've been into wearing diapers for a little over six months now, but I've been a "little" for as long as I can remember. My age fluctuates between 3-6, but I've been known to go younger and older. Actually, being into ageplay is what helped get me into wearing diapers, it was a natural progression of sorts. Grownup me spends most of her time cooking, caring for her two awesome dogs, and working as an adult webcam model. I produce all my content on my own! It's fun, but it's a lot of work! Still, it's nice to be able to mix business and pleasure. I also like to paint, write fanfiction, short fiction, and poetry, and hang out with my friends. I like reading and horror movies, and blazing it at night to relax. Little me likes to color, draw, and watch cartoons like Arthur and Max and Ruby (big me likes to do that too! sometimes there's no real distinctions!) I get to be little when I make my videos, but I don't really have any friends to be little around. I have a Daddy who buys me lots of nice things, but we've never met in real life. Little me also likes playing in the bathtub , getting stories told do, and being taken care of. Anyway, that's me! I'm open to being friends, but I'd appreciate if you drop me a message first or if we have similar interests. Can't wait to meet everyone!
  19. From the album Mystical

    [color=#4b0082][b]Girl in diaper and bra laying on her stomach.[/b][/color]
  20. From the album Mystical

    [color=#ffd700][b]Girl in a diaper and bra playing the organ[/b][/color]
  21. From the album Mystical

    [color=#0000cd][b]Girl in a diaper sitting on organ keys[/b][/color]
  22. From the album Mystical

    [color=#800000]Girl in diaper and white bra touching herself while sitting on organ[/color]
  23. From the album Mystical

    [b][color=#800080]Girl in diaper posing from behind on an organ[/color][/b]