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I was riding my bike. I was having so much fun. We came down Astor Mountain I was booking it I had to be doing 25 30 miles an hour. At the end there was a crossroad. I didnt see any cars coming I had to turn right. I went to turn and my tires hit some loose gravel. My bike came out from underneath me I was flying. This was going to hurt I thought, hurt bad! My chest hit the curb my head was fine. I heard popping. As several of my ribs broke. It was painful. I passed out as I felt a rib puncture my lung. And another hit my heart. I was out. I passed out. I awoke a few days later, or so I thought my brain told my body move. It didn't. Crap! I'm paralyzed. From the neck down! I tried to feel the pins of a halo in my head. No halo. If my neck was broke. I would have a halo to keep me from moving my neck. What the hell kind of hospital is this? I was able to look left there were banks of monitors and things like that B/P normal, respirations, sat rates. Excellent. I was doing good why couldn't my body move. I knew everything that they were doing to me. I was a Doctor before my accident. A nurse came and asked me, "Are you awake Sunshine?" She was smiling at me. I nodded my head yes. "Thirsty!" I said in a raspy voice. It sounded more feminine. Than masculine. "How come I cant move very much?" I squeaked out. "You've been in a coma for the last 6 years. Your muscles have atrophied! It will take a couple of weeks to get you back into shape so you can walk and talk, move again. 6 years! It was 2041 when I was injured that would mean it was 2047. "What date?" I squeaked out sounding so much like a woman than the man I was! From what I could see. There were several other patients. "June 27." It was 6 years and 1 week since I was injured. Crap I thought my medical license expired 4 years ago! The nurse gave me a straw. I began to suck the water was cold it felt good on my throat. I ahemed, cleared my throat of flem. I should sound more like a male now. "Nurse I think I wet my bed." This wasnt me it was a total female voice. I was shocked. Did I damage my vocal cords in the accident. The nurse moved my blankets. "Why you sure did sweetie! Were you a bedwetrer before your accident?" "I was when I was younger. I said in my higher pitched voice!. She rolled me to one side and removed the sheets and things underneath me she put new sheets and a pee pad underneath me rolled me over. I saw at least 6 other beds in this ward. They all appeared asleep. Several had tubes going in they were there to assist them to breath. I was rolled the other way as the rest of the wet sheets were removed and the clean dry ones were put in place. She left me there as she put something underneath me it was blue and it crinkled. I was familiar with these it was a diaper. I had worn them every night until I was almost 18 years old. I blushed. It was still embarrassing wetting my bed like I did as a kid. "There is someone to see you. The nurse said. Your mother and father." Mom I thought, she must of got remarried my dad died years ago. Just dropped dead. I'm sure a massive CVA. Cerebral Vascular Accident, to most laymen a stroke. My dad was an insurance salesman he had a lot of stress, sat and watched tv and smoked. Why I ride a bike. Or used to ride a bike. Until 6 years ago I ended up here at a long termed care facility. A man I didnt recognize in an Armani Suit, and a woman that was just as impeccably dressed I didnt know her either it wasnt my mom! "Nicole how are you doing?" The guy asked. Nicole, who the hell was Nicole. " I'm Doctor Gerald Mullins, not Nicole! In the recesses of my brain I heard, I'm Nicole you blockhead! I saw an arm reach out to the lady. I herd my female voice "Mommy!"

Short Story Five seconds… Eyes wide, she shook her head, desperately pleading with the clock to speed up or to break or miraculously just disappear. Four… Tears burst from her eyes, dribbling down her cheeks mixed in with her running snot. It was supposed to be right this time, she was supposed to be free! She was a big girl! Really she was! If only she could just convince her. Now, crawling around the room, her bum wiggling in the air, she was aware of how ridiculous she looked. Hell, she was practically humping the carpet. Libby didn’t think she was going to make it. The potty sat over there against the wall- pink and sparkly and locked up with the stupid chain. Three seconds now. Her face crumpled, unable to stop the flow of tears as she pleaded to whatever God up there not to let her fail. If she could hold it just a few more seconds then this would all be over. But Libby already knew it was too late. Having held it in since lunch, she drank from her bottle every hour like a good girl, gaining hundreds of streamers and bringing in the money acting like the little baby everyone wanted her to be. Three months, she had been stuck here in this oversized nursery fit for an adult sized baby. Sickeningly pink and filled to the brim with frilly outfits and dolls and toys, it would be an actual child’s dream room. However for her, it had quickly become a never-ending nightmare. Back in October, she’d seen the beautiful woman at the bar and Libby had been the hooker, just looking for an extra buck or two. Libby had spotted her a mile away, flashing her Cartier watch nursing a glass of red wine. Lean body, olive skin, and dark cascading hair… everything about her screamed money! Italian! At the time, she’d thought it strange how such a beautiful woman could be so alone. But that’s exactly what she’d been hoping for and Libby was been stupid enough to fall for her trap. Absolutely smashed off her face that night, easily she went home with her. They had sex, she demanded the money - which she almost got - but then she didn’t. With her panties on the ground, kneeling over her on all fours, the woman hadn’t even felt her bladder loosen until a warm pool of liquid had formed beneath the two of them. Surprisingly the woman wasn’t mad and that’s what confused her. Her comforter was probably worth hundreds by the looks of it. Libby told her to keep the money for the mess she’d caused, eager to get away, but the woman had had a different proposal- one, if she’d been in her right mind - would have turned down. Heck, she didn’t even know her name… and still didn’t. Now, staring at the timer, with one second left, it was all over. The floodgate opened. Starting with a few tiny dribbles, it just became heavier until she couldn’t even attempt to hold it in. She was so close! The timer went off and the camera blinked red, the invisible audience watching in silent anticipation. They could see her but she could not see them. Libby had become all too used to the feel of her hot piss splashing and filling up the absorbent padding. Squatting with her legs spread at the camera, it not only gave the best view to the viewers but was the most comfortable. This way it wouldn’t splash up her back or leak from the sides. It was embarrassing she even knew that but if she wanted to stay sane, the girl had to do whatever she could to survive. Now, hanging her head in shame, the sudden flood of dings throughout the room was music to her ears. It was the sound of money rolling in. People paying to see her debased and humiliated like this. Everyday there were different requests that people would pay hundreds, sometimes even thousands to see her do. If she was able to follow through, that meant treats were in order. However some tasks were meant to be impossible yet that didn’t mean she still didn’t try. Mommy promised once she paid back her debt for peeing in her bed and was able to go a whole day without wetting and messing her diaper, they could talk about letting her go. The girl welcomed the money and the embarrassment if it meant freedom in the end. But of course, once again, she’d failed. Libby knew though that she had, stupidly and drunkenly, agreed to this on her own free will. Who was she to complain? ooOoo “Muffin top, were you a good girl for Mommy and all of her friends?” It wasn’t even a moment later she heard the jingling of keys and the beeps of the code on the other side of the door. Mommy was always watching and waiting and ready to step in at every moment. She was a famous live-streamer, Libby had come to find out, and popular in the fetish world- was that even the right term to use? “Mommy!” She whined in a light and airy tone. Her voice had taken on a new timbre, becoming delicate, weak, young. She’d perfected the voice so much, always talking in it, she wasn’t even sure if she could go back to her old one. There were eyes and ears everywhere and she could not afford to break the role or else Mommy would tan her hide faster than she can blink. Lifting her arms, smiling painfully bright, she’d mastered just what the woman wanted and if she wanted to get out of this soaked diaper, she’d act her damn ass off. “Mommy wet!” She squealed. Popping the pink sparkly paci into her mouth from off the ground, suckling obediently, she didn’t fight the intruding fingers poking down the back and sides of her diaper. “Oh, yes you are! Was my little cupcake not able to hold her pee pee for the potty? You know you get potty time every several hours. You aren’t supposed to actually use your diapees, silly!” She bopped her on the nose. Her face burned red, stomach churning in humiliation at this beautiful woman dressed in a skin tight black dress and perfectly curled hair. Blue eyes sparkling in amusement, she knew exactly what she was thinking. Why would any beautiful woman like her go for a naked diapered adult baby who couldn't even hold in her own pee? Mommy called her Muffin Top because her belly was like a, well, muffin top, pooling over. It grew bigger everyday as did her thighs grow in thickness and face turn round. She used to be skinny. She used to have a body to kill for that any woman would chase after. Now? She was just her mommy’s little Muffin Top. What good would that get her in life? She couldn’t help the tears, as they started up once again and Mommy loved the tears. “Oh, baby,” she cooed, lifting her from the soft carpet cradled in her arms. Her hand cupped her bottom, every squeeze emitting a loud and wet squelch. “Mommy knows how hard it is trying to be a big girl but some people are meant to be little. Some people are meant to use their diapees and wait for their mommy for changes. Isn’t that right, baby?” “No!” She whined. “Big giwl! I, a big giwl!” With her face pressed against her large soft bosoms, in all honesty, she didn’t feel very big at the moment. Throwing a tantrum would get plenty of money from those watching (everyone loved a brat) but that’s not what she thought about. Turning and tossing her head, blonde pigtails swinging every way, Mommy could only giggle, watching the over-grown child prove her points exactly. Slapping her tender thigh, admiring the jiggle, immediately that caught the attention of the Little. Cringing at the painful sting, only then did she quiet down. “Answer me this baby.” She enquired. “Do big girls have tantrums? Do they wet themselves in a diaper? Do they crawl around naked suckling on a binky?” It was all rhetorical and the diapered girl had no rational response. “Since the baby has proven she’s too little to wait for the potty, I think it’s best she stays in diapers for the time being.” The only reason Libby could never hold in her pee pee was that she was always loaded up on bottles and mommy liked to change potty time and make her squirm. There were always some obstacles designed for her to fail. It just wasn’t fair! While she’d stupidly agreed to this, she felt herself begin to slip more and more everyday, forgetting that she’s not actually a baby. It was all pretend. Fake. She was an adult. Twenty-eight years old. College graduate. She did not need a stuffed elephant to help her fall asleep and she did not enjoy suckling on her strawberry flavored paci or getting dressed in pretty clothes with matching dolls with matching diapers. Don’t even get her started on the lack of control, putting on a show like a circus animal for thousands of internet people! “There’s no need for tears, sweetie.” A hand patted her back, bouncing her up and down. She suckled, quickly and rhymically taking too much comfort in the silicone object. “Now, you’ve gone tinkle but no stinkys! No diaper change is set without number one and number two, and by the size of your big belly,” she couldn’t help but jiggle her milk-filled pouch, “someone’s got a big poo to get out! Can you do that for mommy?” Did she even have a choice? The girl could only blink with tired eyes, her stomach actually feeling familiarly hard. “User Sissyboy and User Twinkletoes have bet five hundred dollars that little Libby can’t handle three enemas! Let’s see whose right, hmm? Can you go poo poo for mommy? For the streamers? Be a good girl, oh yes you can! You’re mommy’s stinky girl!” Placed on the changing table, her legs kicked out spastically. Involuntary laughter burst from her chest - high pitched giggles - as strawberries were blown on her pudgy tummy and Libby knew, at this rate she’d never be out of diapers. OoOoo A/N: I just thought I would post a short story in the meantime between writing the other stories. I know I’m so slow with updating so I just wanted to give a little something extra

So this is me once again taking a crack at writing with my usual motif of saphic rescue and romance..... ???‍♀️ I'm going to be loosely using some Diaper Dimension elements but may edit out if I feel like they don't fit what I'm going for. This is basically going to be expiremental and playing with a new setting that may not have been explored a lot. It's also going to be focus on more middle/DL elements rather an AB along with plenty of thirsty women, bois and femmbies sharing living space for several months with a lot of intimate contact and little modesty so... #NSFW..... It was a warm early June day as the bus rumbled down the two lane black top with the mixed deciduous forest whipping past. The coach was clean and modern but even so the industrial AC was fighting to keep the big glass windows from turning the metal box into a greenhouse. Sarah Hawthorne felt emotions fighting in her chest as sweat beaded on her face. She was excited for what was about to come and knew it should probably be a blast but she was already missing her wife June… Missing June in June; she snorted and laughed at the thought. Not nearly as absurd as being 25 though, and headed for her first day of summer camp…. That thought made her blush as she was reminded of being in an oversized car seat. An awkward necessity that was just part of life now in a world where the average height was 10'. At 5'2'' she was tiny in comparison. The five point harness of it forced her sundress up over the diaper she was wearing. Making it dig into the already wet padding. pressing it against her sensitive area. Anyone walking by could see that the pokemon character patterns had faded. She flushed even pinker and bit her lip thinking about all the early experimentation, dialogue, and; intimate touch…. That led her to choose to become semi-incontintant. Needing diapers or at least pull-ups on plane flights, long car rides, and to catch the occasional night time wetting… Or messing… She shudders at the thought of a train blowout a couple months ago while going to a conference with June. After that it was always tape ups for long trips, just like what she wearing now and while she had first tried them for June. She didn't just wear them for the woman she loved. The woman who had rescued her and saved her life. She had quickly discovered and grown to enjoy the security and comfort they offered. Along with other; Side benefits… She grinned, biting harder on her lip as she panted and rocked her hips grinding against the strap. Trying not to be too loud even though the coach was mostly empty. Feeling the hot squishy padding press against her lips and little nub until a pulsing new heat rushed through her whole body. Collapsing into the comfortable seat cradling her with a sigh as she relaxed. Wetting her diaper again and fading out to sleep the rest of the drive to camp…

Anyone interested in a diaper rp involving the cute guys of Rosewood like Toby or Caleb etc. I also rp on Skype and Kik let me know if your interested I'll give out my Skype and kik

My alarm went off it was 1145 am, you ask me why I am not getting up until almost noon, I work from 7pm until 0300 am at the worst place on earth to work at WallyWorld. I also feel the wetness of my bed as I have wet it again! Third time this week. Oh I forgot to introduce myself, I'm R. Michael Nielsson. Nielsson is a Danish name meaning the son of Niels. The R. Stands for Richard, I hated the name because Richard gets shortened to Dick. The kids used to tell me dont be a Dick. That was their way to tease me. Now im am 18 going on 19 and I'm still wetting my bed. I am the oldest child, and the only bedwetter. My sister used to wet her bed but she stopped a couple of years ago. My littlest brother was the only one who got it. He wet his until he was 6 and then stopped. We got the bedwetting gene from our moms side. We look also look like were half black, people confuse us as being Negro. My dad is white of Scandinavian decent, heck he is Neon White. Mom looks like a black lady but her family is from Tonga! Ithey are very darked skin people, but instead of be from Africa. Her family is from Tonga. Tonga is a Pacific Island. Near Samoa, places like that. Nowhere near Africa. My mom was a bedwetter until she was 15 years old. Wet one night then never again. Oh mom when she gets stressed her bedwetting returns. Its just not every night unless there is a lot of stress! Anyway I ramble. I work at Wallyworld. I work odd hours 7pm to 3am on my days off im up at like 11am. I'm waiting until i turn 21 then im going to go work where my dad works. He works at theJuvenile Correctional Facility right across from where i work. I cant work there until im 21 years old i want to tell you a story about what happened to me one night before coming home from work. Now I have this old car, my parents were just starting high school when it was made. If i take it over 35 mph it starts to overheat. Now I live 9 miles from where I work. There is a pefectly good Freeway right by where I work. If i could take it I could be home in 5 to 7 minutes. Instead it almost takes me 20 because of that old car. Ihave to go West from where I work about half a mile then I hit 29th Ave. I go South on 29th Ave. This night I'm going south on 29th ave when i thoght I saw somebody on 29th Ave it turns out when I get closer its a girl. And she is naked except a pair of panties. Waite a minute its not panties but a diaper. She flags me down. I cant see a car she is not broke down. "Can I help you?" I asked? "Please, my boyfriend and l had a fight. He pulled a gun on me and made me disrobe and abandoned me her. He took my purse everything!" She pleaded. I have a hoodie I wear when l need to, I keep in the back seat. I gave it to her and she stopped crying. She said he dropped my dads old suitcase up here I need to get it we turned around and I started heading back Norh on 29th Ave.

Before I begin I believe this is in the correct spot since I'm just a d/l and not into the a/b part but i don't want to offend anyone with my story of how i came to love them since it is very bizarre and i have been debating wheather I should talk about this since I joined the group. Ok so when I was 8 or so I was playing in the backyard like a normal kid and for some reason out of the blue I got this feeling and bulge down there.For some reason i will still never get I saw a small inflatable window surfer sitting across the yard, and got "freaky" with it giving me a fetish for inflatables that wi still have today.Fast toward to age 13 and I still don't know what I'm doing but I must have developed because I would have this ''white goo'' come out of my "jewels" after playing with my pool toys(of course I know what it is now!) I figured what ever it is a diaper or training pant could absorb it since it is coming out of the same place as pee,anyways I remember we had some extra pull ups from my sister in our laundry room so I took them, put them on and played with the toy as normal and it absorbed my little Sulleys making me love love diapers and take them in only a sexual way and because of that time I also love girl themed diapers way more than boy ones even though i am a boy. See I told you it was weird! I hope I didn't offend anyone.