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Please evaluate my Stories Hello dear readers, to be honest I would be surprised if anyone even bothered to read this. I'm still relatively new to ABDL myself, but I would like to share my self-written stories with you. I would ask you to read them, rate them and give me feedback. I ask you to take into account my inexperience in certain topics as I am still quite young. Emelies Emelie, a timid teenager with elbow-length, shimmering blonde hair that caught the sunlight like spun gold, and mesmerizing blue eyes that reflected the endless depth of the ocean, felt a familiar wave of nervousness wash over her as she stepped out of her house. Despite her exceptional academic performance, earning top grades consistently, she found herself perpetually uncomfortable in the presence of strangers, her social anxiety casting a persistent shadow over her otherwise brilliant life. Recently, Emelie had begun to explore her deepest, most secret passion—she was an ABDL, an adult baby diaper lover. This clandestine fascination, though it brought her comfort, also filled her with an overwhelming sense of dread and vulnerability. Today, after an exhausting and stressful day at school, she decided to venture into the city wearing one of her beloved diapers, adorned with adorable, childish motifs like unicorns and flowers. Over the diaper, she wore a short, pink skirt that swirled around her thighs and a crisp white blouse that contrasted sharply with her golden hair. Each step she took outside her front door was laden with trepidation, the familiar safety of her home giving way to the intimidating expanse of the world beyond. As she cautiously exited her home, an unsettling sense of unease gripped her, making her heart pound against her ribcage like a caged bird. It felt as if invisible eyes were watching her from every corner, scrutinizing her every move with a judgmental gaze. Although she reassured herself it was just her imagination, the gnawing anxiety in her chest refused to subside. Her heart raced as she approached the tram stop, her pulse quickening with every step. She could feel a mounting pressure on her bladder, the need to use her diaper becoming increasingly urgent. However, her intense apprehension made it impossible for her to relax and relieve herself, her body locked in a tense struggle against her mind. The tram arrived with a screech that set her nerves on edge, and Emelie boarded, trying to maintain her composure amidst the throng of passengers. She found a spot to stand, gripping a pole for support, her knuckles white with tension. Her senses were heightened, every sound and movement magnified to an almost unbearable degree. The hum of conversations, the rustle of newspapers, the distant drone of the tram's engine—everything seemed louder, sharper, more intrusive. Suddenly, the tram made a jarring, unexpected stop, and a fellow passenger accidentally elbowed her in the lower abdomen. Though the impact wasn’t particularly painful, it was enough to break the dam. Emelie stood paralyzed, her eyes widening in shock as her bladder released uncontrollably into her diaper. The man apologized immediately, his voice distant and muffled to her overwhelmed senses. Emelie remained frozen, unable to respond, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as warmth spread between her legs, the diaper absorbing her accident with a disconcerting efficiency. After what felt like an eternity, she managed to regain her composure and quickly exited the tram at the next stop. To her horror, she found herself in the bustling main square, surrounded by a sea of people. Her heart sank, and her pulse raced, her anxiety reaching a fever pitch. Desperately, she tried to maneuver through the crowd inconspicuously, feeling the heavy, wet diaper sagging between her legs. She was acutely aware of the need to conceal her diaper, but the anxiety gnawed at her, making her feel lightheaded and weak. Emelie cursed herself for this foolish idea, her mind racing with regret and self-recrimination what results is an enormous pressure on her bladder intensifieing once more, and now her bowels also began to churn painfully. The overwhelming anxiety only worsened her physical discomfort. As she moved through the crowd, the pain in her abdomen grew sharper, like knives twisting inside her. Tears welled in her eyes from the shame and the unbearable pressure. Desperately, she ducked into a side alley, her vision narrowing to a tunnel as she pressed against the rough, cold wall of an old building. At this point, it didn’t matter if people saw or if her diaper was visible; all that mattered was relief from the excruciating pain. She squatted slightly, her legs trembling, and finally gave in to her body’s demands. A soft moan escaped her lips as her diaper bulged at the back, filling with the contents of her bowels. The once innocent, pristine white of her diaper turned a dirty brown, the material straining to contain the mess. Simultaneously, her bladder emptied again, adding to the growing weight and warmth between her legs. A wave of relief washed over her like a cool breeze, the pain dissipating as a satisfied smile spread across her face. She had never felt such profound liberation, as if a radiant light were spreading through her body, illuminating every corner of her being. Her legs trembled from the release, the sensation both strange and oddly comforting. But her relief was short-lived. A jolt of panic surged through her as she realized she had completely tuned out the world around her. Blushing furiously, she began waddling out of the alley, the heavy, overfilled diaper making every step a challenge. The weight hanging from her hips was immense, emitting a pungent odor that made her stomach churn with renewed anxiety. Hastily, she rushed to the nearest tram stop and quickly sat down, only to regret it instantly as her full weight pressed down on the diaper, spreading its contents further. Although the diaper kept her accident contained, the smell began to permeate the tram. Whispers and comments about the odor started circulating among the passengers, their voices a cacophony of embarrassment and annoyance. A nearby mother, her face twisted in a mixture of frustration and disgust, angrily accused her young son of having an accident, not believing his shy denials. She roughly checked his pants, revealing a slightly yellow-stained diaper with the Pampers logo, but it was clear he wasn’t the source of the smell. The boy’s eyes welled with tears, and he began to cry quietly, his sobs almost drowned out by the low hum of the tram’s movement. Emelie felt a lump form in her throat, guilt wrapping around her like a serpent, tightening with every second. Her anxiety surged again, terrified that someone might discover she was the real culprit. She stared out the window, watching the wind rustle the leaves on the trees, trying to distract herself from the mounting panic. But her stomach churned once more, the fear and tension triggering another intense pressure in her bowels. It felt like a heavy weight pressing down, an unbearable need to relieve herself that grew stronger with each passing moment. Her body trembled with the effort of holding it in, her muscles straining against the inevitable. Desperate, Emelie got off at the next stop, clutching her stomach and struggling to keep the impending disaster at bay. She felt a glimmer of hope when she saw a sign for a public restroom, a single ray of light piercing her dark predicament. But fate had other plans. A sudden, forceful gust of wind blew up her skirt, exposing her soiled diaper to everyone around. The shock was so intense that she lost all control, a torrent of liquid waste flooding into her diaper, further straining its capacity. Tears streamed down her face as she fled from the crowd's laughter, finding a secluded spot to collapse. Unfortunately, the weight and volume were too much for the diaper to handle, and it began to leak. Emelie sat there, defeated and humiliated, the stench surrounding her like a dark cloud. Eventually, she gathered the strength to stand up, her legs trembling. She knew she had to get home, clean up, and somehow find a way to recover from this harrowing experience. As she walked, she felt a strange sense of resolve. She had survived the worst humiliation imaginable, and though she was still deeply embarrassed, she also felt a tiny spark of resilience. Emelie realized she would need to be more cautious and prepared in the future, but this ordeal had taught her something invaluable: she was stronger than she had ever given herself credit for. And with that small, but vital, kernel of strength, she made her way home, ready to face whatever came next.

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hi my name is mike and i have been into diapers for year i was wondering if if its unhealthy to wear a messy diaper for more than an hour or two because sometimes i fall asleep fo the night in it. I was just wondering how long is too long to be in a poopy diaper