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  1. Dan was a troubled 16yr old boy, he wasn't good at school, his grades were falling, although he tried his best. He was also wetting the bed and not cleaning up after himself after a bowel movement. His parents, George and Brenda getting fed up with his laziness, and Tina decided that she would put a plan into action into getting him to stop acting like such a toddler..... It all started when he came home from school one Friday evening. He was late in, he had detention and he had lied to his mom saying he had a soccer match. Although she knew he lied and she hated lying. Dan walks in his house, nervous and hoping no one was home, but boy was he in for a shock......
  2. hi there am a 20 year old male looking for a female with the same interest would love to talk and maybe meet one sometime?:)
  3. just saying hello here and looking for mummy to talk to if there is any on here
  4. Hey guy & girls, I recently ordered from abdlfactory.com I ordered a lot of one-off samples of different nappies I'd never heard of. I must say, a load of these samples are absolutely wonderful! I haven't tried them yet, but a LOT of them feel as though they ought to get more appreciation in the AB / DL worlds.... There's one in particular called the 'Foresite AM-PM' nappy, and it's an EXACT REPLICA of the old Comficare nappies and is HUGE, yet you never hear of recommendations of this nappy.... It may possibly by because they look a little medical and thus don't get prominently advertised to the AB / DL communities but I swear.... people are missing out on proper wonderful nappies! Like, these are probably even cheaper than regular nappies as they seem to be selling to the incontinence market, not the AB / DL markets... I would not hesitate to buy a pack of these along with MANY of the other brands I ordered.
  5. Hello all, Well it certainly has been a long time since I posted a story on the site and I think that it is long overdue. This is a sequel to a story that I finished 10 years ago- All I Want For Christmas - and it picks up about 4 months after we left Mark and Chloe at the alter. If you want to read the original then it is over on the DD website in the story section; it is also on here but it might take some finding. I have written the entire thing and am in the process of typing it up, it will not be as long as the original but I am going to drip-feed it here to allow you all to digest it in small bites. So, I submit to you the first three chapters of my story, I am always open to constructive criticism and I am happy to answer questions. Please enjoy and, for those of you who followed the orignal, enjoy finding out what happens to our young couple as they live the married life. Enjoy! DC Chapter 1 Chloe sat in the ultrasound waiting room nervously biting on her nails, Mark looked at his wife, smiled to himself and then reached over and pulled her hand from her mouth. ‘Don’t do that baby it is not good for your teeth.’ Chloe smiled nervously and wiped her hands on her jeans. Making sure that they were still alone in the small room, Chloe made eye contact with Mark and with a slight blush asked, ‘what if they see?’ ‘See what princess?’ Mark knew what she was talking about but he couldn’t help playing this little game. Chloe shifted in her seat, cleared her throat and whispered, ‘you know…my nappy. What if they see it and laugh?’ Mark noticed that his wife looked genuinely worried and leaned closer to his wife, he took her hand and kissed the back, ‘don’t worry my darling. I am here and I will not anything happen. It is probably nothing that they haven’t seen before.’ Chloe felt a little eased by Mark’s comments but still felt the nervousness in her tummy. The couple sat in silence as they both thought about what the coming months would bring, today would be the first time that they will see their unborn child and both were very excited about it. Chloe rubbed her tummy and patted it with tenderness before smiling to herself and thinking about the events of the last eighteen months; meeting mark and wetting herself on their first date, discovering Mark’s desire to have a nappied girlfriend, her own journey back into nappies and subsequent reliance upon them and of course their wedding and now unborn child. Chloe remained deep in thought as the nurse entered the waiting area, ‘Chloe Trimble please.’ Chloe looked up, ‘that’s me.’ ‘Right this way please,’ the nurse gestured towards the door that she had just come out of and smiled. Mark and Chloe rose up and followed the nurse’s instructions. Chloe was the first to enter the room and saw the bed lined with blue paper and a huge machine which was full of buttons and a small blank screen. She placed her bag on a vacant chair and removed her coat. ‘Thank you Mrs Trimble. Would you like to pop yourself on the bed and raise your top so that we can have a little look in there,’ said the nurse as she began to press the buttons, ‘Mr Trimble would you like to take a seat in that chair,’ she indicated a chair at the head of the bed. Chloe made her way to the bed and removed her top before sliding onto the blue paper. She noticed that the exposed plastic of her Tena Slip and quickly pushed it back under the waistband of her jeans with an audible crinkle; if the nurse noticed she didn’t say anything. ‘Will this be your first?’ The nurse broke the silence in the room. ‘Yes it is,’ answered Chloe. ‘Wonderful. You both relax, we are just going to be checking on baby’s growth and seeing how many you have in there.’ Mark gave a nervous laugh and the nurse smiled, ‘if you have any questions then please ask them as we go along, otherwise just enjoy seeing your little one for the first time.’ The nurse continued to enter Chloe’s information into the computer. Chloe smiled and felt the butterflies in her tummy return. ‘Would you like any pictures today?’ Mark and Chloe nodded. ‘Okay then, we will see if we can get you a couple of good ones. Now Mrs Trimble, I am going to squirt a little of this jelly on your tummy which will help us see baby better.’ The nurse took out some more of the blue paper and tucked it under the waistband of Chloe’s jeans, Chloe heard the plastic of her nappy rustle and looked at the nurse who said nothing. The nurse applied a liberal amount of warm jelly to Chloe’s tummy and then the wand before pressing it into the skin; instantly the screen came to life with grainy images that meant little to Mark or Chloe. The nurse ran the wand back and forth over Chloe’s skin trying to get a better picture and muttered under her breath about baby hiding, she pressed the wand down a little harder and repeated the same sweeping motion. Chloe, whose eyes were firmly fixed upon the tiny screen, felt her nappy become warm as she realised that litres of water that she had consumed on the advice of her mother were slowly leaking out of her and she could do nothing about it. Chloe felt herself blush but somehow managed to keep her focus on the screen. ‘Ah! There’s the little rascal.’ The nurse’s sudden exclamation made Mark and Chloe jump. On the screen was now the most amazing image that the young couple had ever seen, their tiny baby was coming into view as the nurse explained what they were looking at. ‘Oh wow,’ Chloe managed to squeeze out as she felt warm tears of joy roll down her cheeks. Mark took hold of his wife’s hand and rubbed it with his thumb, ‘look daddy.’ Mark smiled and kissed Chloe’s hand. ‘So this is the head,’ the nurse indicated a tiny white bump, ‘and this is the heart,’ again a tiny white bump but with the unmistakable rhythm of a human heart, ‘shall we give it a listen?’ Mark and Chloe both nodded, the nurse flicked a switch and the small room was filled with the sound of a miniscule heartbeat. ‘Everything looks fine, I just need to add some notes to your file and then you can get back to your day.’ The nurse removed the wand and placed it back in its holder before tearing off yet more blue roll and wiped Chloe’s tummy clean. ‘Thank you,’ said Mark as he gathered their things together and helped Chloe off the bed. The nurse headed out of the room letting Mark and Chloe make their own way to reception. ‘That was unbelievable!’ Squealed Chloe as the made the short walk along the corridor. ‘Yes baby it was. It is hard to believe that you have a little person growing in there.’ Mark rubbed Chloe’s tummy and then pulled her into his arms in a small recess off the corridor and gave her a kiss. ‘I told you that you would be okay.’ ‘Yes you did but she must have known, my nappy was sticking out of the top of my jeans and she must have felt it when she tucked the blue paper in.’ ‘Well baby, if you are that uncomfortable with it then we will put you in knickers for the next scan.’ Chloe felt her face redden once more, ‘well…um…I…I kind of had a little accident when she was looking for the baby.’ Chloe then buried her head in Mark’s chest and then whispered, ‘I’m actually really quite wet. It might have been a big accident.’ Mark already knew that Chloe had wet her nappy during the examination, the amount of water she had consumed made a wet nappy inevitable but he still loved to hear her tell him, ‘not to worry baby, it is not unusual.’ ‘I suppose not,’ said Chloe, ‘it still takes me by surprise from time to time though.’ ‘Well it’s been a long time now, you’ve been in nappies full time for the past nine months and you’re still adjusting. You know that you can still give it up anytime you want don’t you?’ Mark knew that this was an offer that Chloe was unlikely to accept. ‘What you mean like last time when I completely flooded myself within an hour of being out of nappies.’ ‘Well the offer is there for you to take whenever you like princess.’ ‘Let’s face it Mark, my brain seems to have accepted this new arrangement and I don’t know how to tell it otherwise.’ Mark cuddled Chloe again, ‘I know baby but I will help you at every step of the way if you want to give in.’ Chloe just shook her head and enjoyed the warmth of Mark’s cuddle as she felt her nappy grow warm once more as her bladder issued a timely reminder of her nappy dependence. ‘Come on baby, we need to get back to reception.’ Mark took Chloe’s hand and led her along the corridor to the Maternity Reception where the nurse had told them to wait. A few minutes later the nurse appeared and handed Mark the folder and two grainy pictures of the scan, she wished them luck and then returned to her office. Mark continued to lead Chloe through the maze of corridors towards the exit of the hospital, ‘we are going to get you changed before we head off,’ he whispered to Chloe. Mark had spotted the adult changing facility on the way in and took Chloe inside the small room before locking the door behind them. Chloe looked around the room, it looked like a bigger version of a baby changing facility with a counter top, sink, toilet, sanitary bin and a changing station. ‘Pop yourself on her baby girl.’ Mark indicated the adult changing table by patting the mat with his hand. Chloe walked over to Mark, he unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down her thighs before helping her up onto the table. Chloe felt small, she was lying on her back looking at the ceiling whilst Mark began to untape her saturated nappy. ‘Oh wow baby! You really are a wet little girl.’ He tickled the inside of Chloe’s thigh making her giggle a little. Chloe reached out the changing back next to her and pulled out the pictures from the scan, she turned them to many different angles as she felt Mark delicately cleaning her nappy area before sliding out the wet padding from beneath her bottom. ‘Up you go baby.’ Chloe lifted her hips to let Mark slide the fresh nappy underneath her before lowering her hips at his command. She felt the soft, dry padding being pulled up over her vagina and then heard the tapes being applied to secure her dry nappy. Mark helped Chloe to put her jeans back on, disposed of the wet nappy, washed his hands and then led Chloe back out of the room and to the car for their journey home. Chapter 2 Chloe quickly bolted from the bedroom and threw herself down the hallway and into the bathroom; she lunged for the toilet and vomited. Morning sickness was becoming more frequent, she hated starting each day feeling so yucky but many people has assured her that this was a temporary thing. Chloe was trying to focus on positive thoughts as she felt another wave of nausea hit her, she held her head over the toilet and vomited again, as she retched, she felt her already soaked nappy becoming warm as her bladder joined in with the voiding. Kneeling on the floor with her head over the toilet, Chloe felt her nappy fail and the warm wee begin to trickle down the inside of her thighs and pool at her knees; she felt her pyjama bottoms getting wet and began to sob. Chloe pushed herself away from the toilet and sat down on the floor in her saturated nappy which forced more wetness into her pyjamas. She sat, in a pool of her own urine, feeling every bit embarrassed and upset. She was still sobbing quietly as Mark pushed open the door, he took one look at his wife and rushed over to her. ‘Oh baby girl, what has happened?’ Mark sat next to Chloe and put his arms around her. ‘I… I’m a mess. I couldn’t stop it. I was being sick and then I wet myself and then my nappy leaked and…’ Chloe burst into a full scale crying fit which stopped her from finishing her sentence. ‘Oh my beautiful baby girl don’t cry, it is okay, I will make it all better.’ Mark cuddled Chloe even tighter, he kissed her on the top of the head and then made shushing noises in her ear. ‘Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up,’ he said eventually. Chloe nodded and wiped her wet face with the back of her hand, she stood up and heard the dripping as Mark began to help her up. ‘Okay princess, let’s get you in the shower.’ Mark guided Chloe to the shower cubicle and took off her pyjama top, he slid the drenched bottoms down her legs and saw the wettest nappy that he had seen in months. Chloe stood resigned to her situation and let Mark do the work. Mark untapped the nappy, it fell to the tiles with a heavy thud, he moved it to one side with his foot and then helped Chloe into the warm jets of the shower. Mark left Chloe to enjoy the water, he picked up the nappy and rolled it up as best he could, more urine seeped out as he did so but he wasn’t concerned. Chloe’s pyjamas made an improvised mop to clean up the large puddle on the floor, ‘I’ll be right back baby, I am just going to get rid of this nappy and put on the washing.’ He picked up the wet things and left the bathroom. Chloe was enjoying the warm jets of water across her skin, she tilted her head back and let the water cascade down her body. ‘You look like you are enjoying that.’ Mark had returned and was smiling at his wife. ‘Mmmmmm, it is lovely.’ Chloe turned off the shower and took Mark’s outstretched hand to get out of the cubicle, he wrapped her in a fresh towel and led her to the bedroom. Chloe saw all of her clothes laid out on the bed with the usual Tena Slip, ‘ummm, Mark. I don’t think that I want a nappy today.’ Mark looked shocked, ‘er…okay. Are you sure?’ Chloe looked at her husband, she saw the look of concern in his face and tried to look as certain as she could, ‘Yes, I am sure. I just can’t do it Mark, I am not a baby, I’m twenty years old and my morning began with me sitting in a pool of my own piss and crying because I’d wet myself so completely that my nappy had leaked like some toddler. I am a fucking grown woman!’ Chloe felt tears stinging her eyes. ‘I’m sick of not being able to control my own bladder, I’m always wet, I wake up wet, I go to bed wet, I’m even wet between changes sometimes. I must smell like piss all the time.’ Chloe lost control at this point and burst into tears. ‘Oh my poor girl,’ Mark hugged Chloe tightly, ‘I will help you to get better, I promise. It’s going to take some time but it will get better.’ Mark tried to reassure his wife. ‘But it shouldn’t take time Mark, I’m a woman and not a baby learning to toilet train.’ Chloe felt angry with Mark’s lack of faith in her ability. ‘I know that you are not a toddler Chloe but you have been wearing nappies full time for a long time and you’ve just gotten a bit used to them that is all.’ Mark placed his hands on Chloe’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes, ‘we will work on it together.’ Chloe nodded at her husband, ‘I’m sorry Mark, I just can’t do it any more,’ she could see the disappointment in Mark’s eyes. ‘I know that it is what you want but I am so tired of not being able to stay dry or walking around stinky because I’ve messed my nappy. I need to feel like a grown up again.’ Mark cuddled Chloe again, ‘I understand. I will put the nappy away.’ Mark picked up the Tena Slip and returned it to the wardrobe, he reached to the top shelf and found a bag at the back containing Chloe’s knickers, ‘you’re going to need these,’ he said as he tossed them on the bed. Chloe watched the contents of the bag spill onto the bed and Mark walk off down the hallway to get a shower. She sat on the edge of the bed still sobbing and feeling awful about what had just happened, she reassured herself about her decision and resolved to regain her control. Chloe dried away her tears and tipped the remaining contents of the bag onto the bed; for the first time in forever she was about to wear knickers. Chapter 3 Chloe sat at the breakfast table checking her phone as Mark came through from the bedroom, she smiled at him as he got closer, ‘the kettle’s just boiled; would you like coffee?’ ‘Sure,’ he said, ‘are you feeling any better?’ Mark sat in the chair opposite Chloe. ‘Yes I am. I am sorry about before and thank you for being so understanding.’ Chloe kissed Mark as she went to the kitchen. She was finding it strange to not hear the crinkle as she walked around or to feel the bulk of wet padding between her legs that had so often made her waddle. Chloe had just entered the kitchen when the alarm went off on her phone, ‘oh! Excuse me.’ Chloe hurried down the hallway and into the bathroom, she slid her jeans and knickers down her legs and sat on the toilet: nothing happened. Chloe looked down at the knickers between her legs and smiled as she saw that they were still dry, she gave a small push and a tiny trickle of wee made its way into the toilet bowl. Chloe felt very proud of herself and couldn’t help but recall the old Huggies advert jingle, ‘I’m a big kid now’ she quietly sang to herself. Chloe finished up and walked back along to the kitchen. Mark watched Chloe walk down the hallway with a smile on her face, ‘well? Did you make it?’ Chloe smiled again, ‘yes I did!’ ‘Well done,’ Mark paused, ‘and how often is your alarm set to go off?’ Chloe blushed, ‘um… every half an hour.’ ‘You know, we could get you some pull ups to help you with the transition, they will hold any little accidents that you might have.’ Chloe thought for a moment, she knew deep down that Mark was right and that it was a sensible suggestion but her stubbornness would not allow her to accept, ‘no thank you, I am a grown woman and I wear knickers, not nappies or pull ups.’ Mark couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘okay baby but if you don’t do so well then you will be wearing pull ups or even nappies once more. I understand what you want to do but I am not going to be happy if you start to leave puddles everywhere.’ Chloe felt thoroughly chastised, she reconsidered the option of using pull ups but dismissed the idea by telling herself that she would not fail, ‘I will be fine, you will see. No more nappies for me!’ Chloe stuck out her tongue and then headed into the kitchen to make coffee. Mark smiled to himself, he was anticipating many accidents as Chloe tried to regain control and was deep in thought as she brought back the coffee. ‘Here you go.’ Chloe placed the hot coffee in front of him. ‘Thank you princess.’ Mark lifted the cup to his lips and carefully sipped the hot liquid, ‘so, what would you like to do today?’ Chloe thought as she sipped her own coffee, ‘I’m not really sure, I kind of want to be at home a little more today,’ Chloe made a gesture to her crotch hoping that Mark would understand. Mark looked confused for a moment, ‘oh… oh yes. I understand. You’re frightened that you might wet yourself or something.’ Chloe blushed deeply, ‘Mark! I’m just… I mean…I…’ ‘It’s fine princess, I get it. We will stay here.’ ‘I’m sorry, it is just a little embarrassing you know.’ Chloe broke eye contact with Mark and stared at her coffee. Mark got up from his chair and walked around to the other side of the table, he stood behind Chloe and put his arms around her shoulders in a loose cuddle around her neck. He kissed Chloe on the cheek and laid his head on her shoulder, ‘you know that you don’t have to be embarrassed don’t you?’ ‘I know.’ ‘It’s going to take some time, expect accidents and please don’t try to hide it from me.’ ‘I won’t’ ‘I love you Mrs Trimble, you mean the world to me and I am here for you one hundred percent.’ Mark pecked Chloe on the cheek again, ‘now, would you like some breakfast?’ ‘Yes please.’ Mark stood up and headed to the kitchen, he surveyed the fridge and then the food cupboards, ‘I’ve got bacon and eggs or cereal.’ He called through the door. ‘Can I have scrambled eggs and toast please?’ She called back. ‘Sure thing gorgeous. You want juice?’ ‘Yes please.’ Mark set to work cooking the breakfast, he decided to have the same thing so that he didn’t have to cook separate meals. Chloe entered the kitchen carrying her empty coffee cup as he started making toast, ‘Hi hun.’ ‘Hey, I am just getting some more coffee.’ ‘Okay baby.’ Chloe poured herself some coffee from her own pot of decaffeinated and then left Mark to carry on cooking. ‘Just a few more minutes princess,’ Mark called to Chloe as she headed out of the door. ‘Okay daddy’ Chloe replied as she returned to her seat. Mark finished cooking the eggs, he served them onto plates and then carried them back to the table, as he entered the room, Chloe’s alarm went off again. ‘Sorry, be right back,’ Chloe said as she rushed down the hallway and into the bathroom. She repeated the steps from her last trip to the toilet but still nothing happened. She returned to the table to see that Mark had set out juice and condiments. ‘All okay princess?’ ‘Yes thanks,’ Chloe sat down, ‘this looks wonderful.’ Chloe picked up her cutlery and began to eat. Mark and Chloe sat in silence as they each ate their breakfasts, Chloe drained her juice and after she finished her eggs she turned her attention back to the coffee. Mark watched his wife and wondered how long it would be before her high coffee and juice intake took its toll on her bladder. ‘So have you looked at any of the houses that I showed you?’ ‘No not yet but I think that we should make a move before I am too heavily pregnant.’ ‘I completely agree princess, we just need to agree on the property now.’ ‘It’s out there somewhere.’ Chloe sighed. ‘Here, let’s have a look.’ Mark pushed his plate to one side and picked up his iPad, he navigated to the saved tabs and slid the device over to Chloe. ‘I am not going to tell you which one I like best so you can have a look whilst I clear the table.’ Mark gathered the plate and now empty drinks containers and headed to the kitchen. Chloe quickly became engrossed in the houses on the screen and barely noticed Mark re-enter the room, he stood behind her and put his head on her shoulder, ‘I liked that one too.’ ‘Mark!’ she screamed, ‘you scared the shit out of me.’ Mark slapped Chloe’s wrist, ‘you do not use language like that young lady.’ Chloe dropped the iPad onto the table and rubbed her wrist, ‘I am sorry daddy,’ she said meekly, ‘you scared me. I was really interested in this house.’ Chloe picked up the tablet again and swiped through the pictures, ‘I really like this one.’ Mark smiled, ‘yes, me too. It looks perfect for what we need and it has so much space outside.’ ‘I love the master bedroom,’ Chloe swiped back to the relevant picture, ‘look at the windows and the room around the bed and it has got an en-suite and…oh no!’ Chloe dropped the tablet to the table and pushed her chair back, she jammed her hands quickly into her crotch. Mark looked down to see the growing wet spot make its way down his wife’s legs. ‘It won’t stop!’ Chloe yelled as she ran down the hallway to the bathroom.
  6. do any know of any adult baby nursery in USA as i have alway want to go to one
  7. heya guys im looking for some cloth diapers/nappies but i want patterned ones nice a colourful ones like these baby ones i live in the uk and i really want some can anyone help or know were i can get some from ? thanks guys
  8. Didn't see this on any other part of the forum, so I'll share the news here. Valerie Hunter Gordon, who invented the disposable nappy has died at her home near Inverness aged 94. http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-scotland-highlands-islands-37706756
  9. MY STORY Firstly, I want to say everything I write here is true, recently I have had a lot of answers come to me, it only took 45 years to figure out!!! I figure as it’s my story I would put it in the story section I had what could be best described as a bad childhood my mother was emotionally distant psychologically abusive even at times physically abusive, the reason for this came out a couple of years ago. I won’t go into too much detail about that here but sufficive to say it stemmed from her own childhood and explained why when me and my sisters reached a certain age her demeanour to us changed for the better, but we all still held a grudge for the way we were treated. I have blocked a lot of memories from my childhood I can remember school and stuff like that but most of my home life memories no longer exist and the ones that do are not good. I can look at photographs of family days out but can almost never recollect the event because it was always over shadows by my mum threatening us about behaving ourselves at the first opportunity when my dad was out of earshot. She always wore a happy face when my dad was around he was oblivious to most of the abuse, I was a bedwetter till the age of 17 but as far as I can recall I didn’t start wearing nappies till about the age of ten. Why am I an adult baby today, this is probably a question most of us have asked ourselves I know it’s something I’ve thought about over the years. Where did it come from, when did I first want to wear nappies? As I said I wet the bed till I was 17, every morning I would wake up in a soaking wet bed urine pooling on top of the plastic sheet on my bed. My mum would not change my bed for about three days I would go to bed hoping that my sheets had dried out sometimes they would but a lot of time they were still damp sometimes wet, my room always stank of pee I would never let friends anywhere near my room. At age 7 I remember going with my mum to one of her friends’ houses, they sat drinking tea and talking then at some point we all went upstairs to her son’s room, he was probably around 2 at the time and still in terry nappies and plastic baby pants. My mums friend opened a drawer of the dresser and started to put terry nappies in a grocery bag whilst she was doing this my mum told me that she was sick of my bedwetting and that her friend was going to give us her little boys nappies because he was almost done with them and that if I wet the bed that night then the following day we would be coming back to fetch some baby pants from her and I would be put back into nappies until I stopped wetting the bed. I can recall vividly her friend holding up two pairs of baby pants one was milky white the other pink (he had an older sister so these were probably her hand downs) and asking which ones I wanted to have. I picked the white one because pink was for girls. Shortly before all this happened my mum had taken me to the GP who had told her that it was purely down to laziness, this was 1978 or 79 so that was still largely believed to be the root cause of bedwetting, the nappies were an attempt to scare me straight so to speak, but if you knew my mother you would know that if she said something was going to happen it would happen. I remember staring at the bag all the way home, I wasn’t sure if this was a bluff or not I figured the nappies wouldn’t fit and the thought of my mum pinning one on me each night was something I hated the idea of. When we got home my mum took me to the kitchen and pulled out a nappy laid it on the kitchen table and folded it ready to pin on, at first I thought I was going on to the table to have it put on but my mum was just showing me that folded it would still fit me fine, it wasn’t a bluff. That night she placed the folded and pinned nappy on the foot of my bed to remind me of the consequences of wetting the bed that night. Sure, enough I wet the bed and the following day I expected to go back to pick up the baby pant and that night to be put back into nappies. That didn’t happen I never saw the nappies again and thing went back to how they had always been. This is the first post baby encounter I had with nappies and something that always stuck with me, I also think that this is the point where I started thinking that a night time nappy wouldn’t be such a bad thing compared to a soaked bed. The next time I remember encountering nappies was a few years later we were in the supermarket shopping and in the hygiene isle probably my mum was getting soap (this was in the days before showers and shower gel the only shower we had was a rubber tube that slipped over the taps of the bath (it was always flying off if the tap was on too much) with a shower head on the other end my morning routine consisted of hosing myself down with that to get rid of the pee and smell from spending what must have been most of the night laying in my own urine. Suddenly my sister said at the top of her voice look Bill wants to be a baby again he’s staring at the nappies, I hadn’t even realised I had been staring at them but must have for my sister to notice. My mum didn’t say anything and the matter was dropped as we left the aisle. I think my nappy fascination was still subconscious at that time. My mum did try other things apart from humiliation and put a calendar up in the kitchen every morning either a cross would go in the day box or a tick for a dry night and that would mean 10p extra pocket money for each tick at the end of the month but after filling about 2 months with only crosses the calendar came down, my mum stopped lifting me at night around this time too as that didn’t have any effect on reducing the bedwetting I think at this point my mum just gave up and left me to wet sheets. When I was about 10 or 11 I went to a small shop on my bike to buy sweets with my pocket money but ended up walking out with a pack of child size disposable nappies instead I can’t recall why I did that but I remember shaking with fear and excitement what would I do now, when I got home I tucked the pack of nappies behind the door of the old coal shed that was near the back door of the house and left them there, I took them up to my room and put them under my bed at the first opportunity that wouldn’t end up with me getting caught. When I finally got up the courage to take one out of the pack and try one on I found that they just fitted me, the tapes just latching on to the front side, just enough to hold it in place. In the end, I didn’t have the courage to keep it on all night but I wore it for around an hour under my pyjamas before taking it off and throwing it under the bed, I did that for 3 or 4 evenings even putting one on underneath my jeans while I sat in my room doing my homework, I don’t remember ever using them at that time but I just liked wearing one this is probably where my fetish kicked in. I didn’t do that every day because at the time I had no idea how to get rid of them or if I would be able to get more if I ran out. After they had been under my bed for about a week I went to put one on and they had gone, I was terrified that my mum was going to come down hard on me but she never said a thing. That’s how thing went from then on I would leave it for a while then buy more nappies my mum would discover them and throw them away but it was never spoken about. By this time, I was wetting them nearly every single time and at some point, around 12 I started masturbating into them as well. They would all go regardless of where I hid them my mum must have been searching my room while I was a school I don’t think I ever went through a full pack before they disappeared. This went on for ages I didn’t always have nappies hidden in my room and sometimes waited ages before buying more hoping that my mum would think I had stopped buying them I figured that if my mum wasn’t going to punish me or go off at me then I would just carry on buying more nappies. When I was about 13 I decided to get more nappies from the chemist shop that was nearer home I was buying them on my way home from school and using my school bag to transport them undetected to my bed room. This is when I discovered depend adult nappies, now baby nappies didn’t fit me and stretching baby pant to almost tearing point over them was taking the fun out of wearing them and made wearing them in the evenings more difficult. The first time I put a depends on and did up all 6 tapes so it was snug and fitted properly even though it was a large size and the waistband came up to my ribcage I was in heaven and actually wore it to bed that night, this was the first time I had slept in a nappy, because I was worried about having to explain dry nights I had not worn the whole night before. I would make sure that I had already wet the bed the night before whenever I wore a depends so that I wouldn’t have a dry sheet to explain and I didn’t want to make my mum think that I had stopped wetting the bed by wearing every night because if I ran out of nappies I would just wet the bed again. I’m sure I went through nearly the whole pack without them disappearing which was odd, I came home from school one day to find my mum in my room filling what was my underwear drawer with depends a new pack was on top of the dresser open and half empty. She had put a fresh nappy on my pillow next to a white t-shirt and told me that was what I would wear to bed every night from now on as she was fed up having to clean my room out all the time so wet nappies had to go straight into the bin in the kitchen in the mornings. I can remember thinking I had won our game of nappy hide and seek but my mum had other ideas right up till I stopped wetting the bed completely every night I would go to bed and my mum would come in and physically check my nappy was on properly, she would make snide comments about me wearing nappies at my age or that she thought she was done changing nappies that sort of thing just to add a bit of humiliation. Most mornings she would come in to wake me up for school and make comments about how wet my nappy was or that I probably would never be out of nappies. So, this is how I became AB, I had been AB for a long time but this was where I think it became a real thing for me. Until recently I still believed that my mum had just thought that nappies were a thing I used to deal with the bedwetting but I said at the beginning that I recently got answers to things so this is what happened. I went without nappies for years joined the army got married had a child but then injured my spine which caused me to start wetting the bed, only once or twice a month to start with so I ended up wearing to bed again my wife was fine at first with it but soon got fed up with sleeping with her husband wearing a nappy, it wasn’t the cause of our divorce but I’m sure it played a part about 18 months after our divorce I contracted an auto immune diseases that left me with urinary incontinence so I was back in nappies full time. Everything was fine no-body had a problem with the fact I was back in nappies because of the incontinence and I developed my AB side even becoming LG I have a wardrobe full of pretty dresses and assorted other baby girl clothing I live on my own so indulge whenever it takes my fancy but make sure that everyone else just knows about the incontinence side of wearing. That is till last week. We had a bad rain storm a couple of weeks ago and my roof leaked right over the shelf where I have my nappies stored I always have at least one pack loose on the top shelf and they all got ruins by the leak. I happened to go around to my parents, my dad was out with the dog and so I sat chatting to my mum, we have a good relationship now and with revelations about her childhood and other issues coming out a couple of years ago we talk about most thing much more openly then before. I mentioned having to throw away so many nappies because of the leak and my mum said that wouldn’t happen if you hid them like you did when you were younger, she wasn’t being nasty it was just a jokey comment, I nearly had a go because I thought that was all in the past but all I said was what do you mean. Anyway, to cut a long story short we spoke about the past nappy stuff in which she admitted that she knew all along it had nothing to do with the bed wetting because she was throwing away wet nappies and I wasn’t wearing them to bed because she had checked often after I was asleep if I had one on and I hadn’t so I must have been wetting them before bed. I was really embarrassed as I had thought differently for years, she told me that she knew that baby nappies didn’t fit me anymore and when she found my depends stash she knew that they did fit and so she decided to put me back in night time nappies but because of the way she was went about it she got it all wrong and realises now she should have just come to me and suggested I wear them for the bedwetting instead of going off on one and making it a big deal. She said that she acted badly because she was embarrassed so wanted me to be embarrassed about it to make her feel better. I did confide that I liked being in nappies back then and that I still like wearing nappies but I didn’t say a word about the AB or LG stuff it was just nice to finally talk it through. Turns out that until I was about 2 my mum regularly put me in my sisters hand me down dress’s and that I only had about 3 boy outfits that I mostly wore when we would go out of house because they didn’t have a lot of money at the time and that I was still in training pants at 4 whenever we went out because I would always dribble and have a wet patch on the front or whatever trousers I was wearing. So maybe I have always been AB just didn’t realise it, I don’t think being dressed as a girl till age 2 made me LG but who knows I certainly don’t remember any of that. I reminded my mum about the incident when I was 7 and she took nappies from her friend what I didn’t know at the time was that was the first day of the summer holidays and the plan had been to put me back in nappies full time for the whole summer and try potty training to get me dry before I went back to school that September (I think her and her friend came up with that together) but when she told my dad about her plan he said no and that's why it never happened. to be honest I would have hated that and loved it at the same time. I don’t think I’ll ever admit everything as that might be a bit much for her to handle but you know what it feels good to have some things out in the open now, without my leaky roof though I think it would still be my little secret, to me anyway. I very much doubt it will ever come up again and it doesn’t seem to have done any lasting damage. I swear this is all the truth I wanted to put it in writing as much for myself then anyone else but thought I would share
  10. Today, I have my cock locked, am diapered with plastic pants and 'girlie' knickers all concealed in woolen tights. After having drunk a lot of water over the course of the evening, the pull up, double diaper and plastic pants I shall be wearing may have to work hard. Bliss.
  11. Good Evening Guys and Girls, Im a newbie to this site. Not a newbie to wearing nappies. I am 37 yo, I live in West Birmingham and have been near enough incontinent for the last 5 years (Medical condition). I wear nappies 24/7 and use various brands. I am lucky enough to have an amazing girlfriend who supports me through this, who a while ago agreed to wear at night with me and who now doesn't wake up dry very often at all. I am blessed with this and know this is what a lot of people strive for in a relationship. We are lucky enough to know a lot of AB's and DL's around the Midlands, we are also the go to people for nappies. As we dabble in import and export, buying and selling. We don't do this to make a huge amount of money, mainly to help with those who struggle with discretion and cant have nappies delivered to their houses (Message us). We very much look forward to becoming an integral part of the UK community and hope to speak with you all very soon. M & K x
  12. From the album my new stash

    my new stash
  13. The Girl in the Clockwork Nursery Long drapes covered tall, wide windows, allowing only a few rays of sunlight to the gloom of the room. It was a well appointed nursery, such as any wealthy family might have, but for the fact that all the furniture within was scaled for an adult. The nursery’s occupant slept in a railed cot, a young woman, pretty in sleep, the thumb of her right hand in her mouth. Her light brown hair was long, and somewhat messy, having partly come out of a braid. She wore a light, linen night gown, and, obvious from the bulge around her hips, a thick nappy. The door to the nursery opened as a tall woman entered. “Time to wake up little missy,” she called out. She was dressed in a maid’s uniform, her blonde hair done up in a neat bun. “Oh Rose, don’t be so loud,” another woman said. She wore a similar uniform to the first. She was smaller, and wore her dark brown, curly, hair short around her shoulders. Her accent had a touch of Ireland in it. In her hands she carried a bucket of hot water, and a number of cloths. “Our little missy needs it loud my dear Grace,” Rose told her. “Nonsense,” Grace said, apparently ignoring that the girl in the cot was still sleeping. She put aside the things she carried and then crossed across the room to pull open the drapes, squinting her blue, nearly green eyes against the light. The bright colours of the nursery were like a field of blooming flowers in the sudden sunlight. It was a cheery room, with rich colours; much of the furniture decorated with whimsical scenes of anthropomorphic animals cavorting. It seemed the perfect nursery, though the room was possessed of an incongruous large bookshelf; painted bright white and decorated with a pink flower design as if to make it blend. The colour and design were at odds with the many books on science and engineering that filled its pretty shelves. Grace turned about and walked to the cot, leaning on the bars and looking down at the sleeping girl. “Come along Miss Genevieve, time to wake up.” The girl, Genevieve, mumbled softly, turned her face away from the light, and settled back into sleep. “Lazy little thing,” Rose said. “Come along little missy,” she nearly yelled, “you are the one that has plans for the day.” She leaned over the cot, pulled the girl’s night gown up around her waist, revealing the rubber pants worn over the nappies, and then began to slap the girl’s thighs just below where the leg bands of the pink, rubber pants pressed into her skin. “Ow,” Genevieve said loudly as she pulled her thumb from her mouth, “no spanking,” she said. “You’ll know when I am spanking you missy,” Rose said, and gave the woken Genevieve another slap before unlatching the side of the cot and letting down the rail. “Now get up.” Mumbling sleepily Genevieve climbed out of the cot. Rose and Grace stood on either side of her and directed her to the changing table near the wall opposite the open side of the cot. They sat her down on it. She shifted about to put her legs up, then lay down, looking like she was going to go to sleep again. “Keep your eyes open little missy,” Rose said, slapping her lightly across her linen covered thighs. Meanwhile Grace slipped her foot under the table and depressed a pedal. With a whir of clockworks and a hiss of pneumatics the table rose from its low level, up to the waist level of the two women, allowing them to easily work on the recumbent Genevieve. “Lift your bottom,” Rose said, then pulled the gown from her, leaving her naked but for the heavy nappy and its rubber covering, but that covering was whisked down her legs by the efficient Grace. Her cloth nappies were sodden and messy, but Rose and Grace worked quickly, unpinning the layers of cloth, tossing them into a pail by the table. They then set about wiping her clean with warm, soapy cloths. Genevieve lay there, sucking her thumb, apparently unconcerned by the actions of the maids. They finished up by pinning clean nappies on her, pulling a fresh set of rubber pants up her legs over the cloth. “There we go, sit up,” Grace said, as she pressed the foot pedal so the changing table dropped back down to its low level. “Arms up,” Rose said. Genevieve lifted her arms up and Rose slipped a fresh, short cotton dress over the young woman. “I rue the day that you have a morning visitor,” Rose told Genevieve. “We’ll never get you ready.” She reached up, took Genevieve’s hand and pulled her thumb from her mouth. Genevieve only smiled and nodded. “I suppose.” “Oh,” Rose lifted her arms and then let the fall back to her sides, “what a hopeless girl you are. Grace, take her down for her breakfast, I’ll clean up here.” “Right away Rose,” she said, and then took Genevieve’s hand. “Come along dear, you’ll feel more yourself with a full tummy.” The maid led the young woman out of the room and down the stairs to the dining room. The rubber pants Genevieve wore made soft squeaking sounds as she walked. “Does someone have mice in her pants?” Graced asked and Genevieve giggled. In the dining room an older woman awaited them, wearing a simple, but well made dress. Her grey hair was neatly done up in a bun at the back of her head. She smiled when she saw Genevieve, deep creases appearing around her mouth and eyes. “There’s my pretty little girl.” Genevieve released her hold on Grace’s hand and ran to the woman and hugged her. “I’m so tired Nurse,” she said, whining. “Now, none of that dear heart,” Nurse said, directing Genevieve sit down at the table, in front of the breakfast laid out there. “A little food and you’ll stop be so cranky.” She looked up at Grace. “Give us about thirty minutes Grace.” “Yes ma’am,” Grace said, and left to look after other duties. “A little tea will put some sparkle in your eyes,” Nurse said, filling a cup half way with steaming tea from a pot. She then added a generous amount of cream and honey before helping Genevieve drink it. Nurse took a seat beside her and then fed her a meal of porridge, toast, and a few more cups of sweet and creamy tea. Genevieve became more animated as the meal progressed, the tea and food waking her. “There we go,” Nurse said, as Genevieve finished the last spoon full of porridge. She picked up a cloth and wiped the girl’s mouth clean. “Feel awake now?” “Yes Nurse,” Genevieve said. “Good girl,” Nurse said, and rubbed Genevieve’s back gently. “You have a busy day today.” Genevieve nodded. “Lots of work,” she said. “I just want to spend the day in the nursery.” “Of course you do my sweet, you can do that tomorrow.” “I hope so,” Genevieve said. “All done here?” Rose asked as she came into the dining room. “She’s had her feed,” Nurse said. “She’s awake now, right my sweet?” she gently poked Genevieve in her side, causing the young woman to giggle sand say, ‘Yes’. “Well, let’s get you into your bath and get you ready for the day,” Rose said, taking control of Genevieve and leading her up to the second floor where a tub of steaming water and two other maids waited, Grace and Pauline, a girl who was a few years younger than Genevieve. They worked to undress her and get her into the tub. Genevieve liked baths, and made it easy for them, and normally it only took one maid to bathe her, but they had to work fast, so the three each took a job, getting it done fast. Soon they had her out of the tub, dry, and her hair neatly done up in three braids, parted in the middle. Rose held a pair of thick, cloth pants out and Genevieve stepped into them and Rose pulled them up around her waist. “Now don’t go wetting these, you’ll embarrass yourself.” “I know,” Genevieve said, her tone slightly lofty. Rose gave her a hard stare for a few seconds and then said, “And who was that at the front door, all in tears with a wet and messy pair of training pants?” Genevieve had the decency to blush, dropping her gaze. “It was a long carriage ride,” she said softly. “Well keep that in mind, unless you want society to turn its back on you!” That said they took her to a small dressing room beside the nursery where they put her in a lightly boned corset, a white satin chemise in the French style, cotton stockings, bloomers that were drawn up over her training pants and then satin petticoats. They finished it off with a pale, pink, silk and velvet day dress. “You do make a pretty young lady,” Rose said as she put Genevieve's feet into a pair of fine, kid leather boots. “Pity you are such a handful.” Her outfits was topped off with small hat which was pinned to her hair, at a slight, one might say rakish, angle. Pauline pushed a leather purse into Genevieve’s hand. “Your gloves are in there Miss,” and she added in a whisper, “and a spare pair of pants, just in case.” As they headed to the front door Grace handed Genevieve a parasol. “Do keep from getting too much sun,” “And don’t drink so much tea!” Rose said, as she stopped by the front door. She turned to look at Genevieve. “Such a lovely girl to be spending all your time in a nursery.” She shook her head. “What would your father say were he alive.” “I suppose,” Genevieve offered, “he would express surprise at surviving being hit by a cannon ball.” “Cheeky girl,” Rose said, slapping her hand against Genevieve's bottom, though with all the padding it likely did not hurt, but Genevieve let out a small, half hearted ‘ouch’. Rose pushed the door open, revealing the long stairs that led down to the waiting coach. “Be off with you, you idiot girl,” she said, but her hard tone and words were softened a moment later as she leaned in close and kissed her on the cheek. “And do be careful.” “I will,” Genevieve said, and started down the stairs towards her coach and coachman. It was called the Pleiades Club, an old building that sprawled on a street near where Pal Mal met St. James. It was amongst the most modern of gentlemen clubs, for it allowed female members. Not in the back rooms of course, where dark chambers furnished with leather chairs, and stained oak tables, housed serious gentlemen who spoke of serious things. No, the female members were restricted to a gallery, built in the style of Paris, where they might drink tea, and, if they so chose, ask for a servant to bring them a book from the club’s library. There were those who still found it scandalous, to see a young woman sitting in a glass roofed gallery, drinking and reading and perhaps speaking to gentlemen about academic interests. In the late morning there were in fact, apparently, no women within the gallery, though, at one table, three, well dressed gentlemen sat, engaged in an active discussion, while drinking coffee: a most bohemian of drinks. They were approached by a clock work valet, a man shaped device that walked in a jerky motion, gears within it clicking loudly with each step. At the end of its right arm was not a hand, or even some, simple grasping claw, but instead a brass tube from which coffee, kept heated in a carafe in its chest, might be dispensed. ‘may i pour you coffee,’ it asked, its voice a near whistle, generated by steam. “Ah, yes, please do,” the oldest of the three men, a banker named George Fanning, said, and pushed his coffee cup towards the valet. The valet lowered its arm and pumped hot coffee into the cup. “Myself as well,” Anthony Greentree, a man in his mid twenties, said, not moving his cup, but watching in interest as the valet shifted it body and filled his cup, not a drop spilling onto the table. “Amazing,” Anthony said. “On hardly that,” the third said, who was, not as first glance suggested a young man, or even a boy, but a young woman, dressed in masculine fashion. She held her cup towards the valet which proceeded to fill it. “No more than the most uncomplicated of Babbage engines with simple coding.” Her name was Persephone Channing Channing. “My dear Channing...” George started. “I am not your dear anything George.” Anthony laughed and, as the valet walked away, asked, “So Percy, why are you not impressed with the clubs newest acquisition?” “There is no poetry in it, not grace, its herky jerky movements are an offence. What sort of gentleman would chose to have such a thing as that following them around? Valet indeed.” She took a drink of her coffee. “But a second Babbage engine dedicated to walking would improve the design immensely.” “And increase the cost as well,” George said. “Spoken like a banker,” Persephone said. “I should damn well hope so,” he told her. Anthony laughed again. “So, if a gentleman should not chose such a valet, might a lady want a protector?” “A lady would do better to have a clockwork chaperone jerking around behind her, though I suppose it would drive away those of good taste,” Persephone told them. “You are opinionated,” George told her. “It is part of her charm,” Anthony countered. “I do not need you to defend me Anthony. And I take pride in being called opinionated.” “So, might you have already created such a mechanism, with two Babbage engines?” George asked. Persephone smiled. “I might have.” “And is the cost prohibitive to their sale?” She frowned slightly. “Initial costs are high.” “Like a woman,” George said. “Oh, I admit that you are a fine engineer, perhaps one of the best in London, but you lack practicality. That,” he pointed at the valet, “may not be as graceful as you might like, but it can be sold at a price where people might buy it.” “I will bring costs down.” “With investments, which you may have trouble getting.” “Because I am a woman?” she asked, though her tone was even, not a hint of anger in it. “Because you are a dreamer.” “The world needs dreamers.” “The world needs practicality.” The two stared at each other through narrowed eyes. Anthony began to laugh. “You two are most enjoyable to watch.” They both shifted their gazed to him. Anthony held up his hands as if in surrender. “Don’t kill the messenger.” George shook his head. “Listen Percy, you need financial backing, I’ll give it to you.” “You?” she asked. “No. Most certainly not.” “Don’t be ridiculous. No matter who you get to back you, they will demand results. At least I know you already, and will not be terribly shocked by your ‘dreams’.” “I will find my own backers,” she told him, then took a drink of coffee. George sighed. “You are a fool.” “At least I am my own fool.” “Now, let’s not call each other names,” Anthony said. “And lets keep our tones down, another of our female members has entered.” George and Persephone shifted their attention to where Anthony was looking. A young, pretty woman, in a pale pink day dress was speaking to one of the servants. “Who is she?” Persephone asked. “I believe that is Genevieve Westbrook,” Anthony said. “Surely not Captain Westbrook’s daughter?” George said. “One and the same,” Anthony told them. “I did not know she was out in society. I did not even know she was in the country,” Persephone said. “Yes, I believe it was young Rebecca Chase Belmora who befriended her.” All three paused, expressions of displeasure make it clear of what they thought of young Miss Chase Belmora. They watched as Genevieve crossed the floor with the servant, leaving the gallery, entering the club lobby. “Westbrook eh,” George said. “Wealthy, are they not?” “I would say so,” Anthony said. “Little young for you,” he teased. “Don’t be so boorish,” George told him. “My wife’s sister’s son is old enough to be wed. If my wife were to hear I saw Miss Westbrook and did not at least investigate I would never hear the end of it.” “Don’t waste your time,” Persephone said. “I’ve heard her money is held in trust for her. Marrying her does not get one access to the Westbrook fortune.” “What?” “I’ve heard it said that Captain Westbrook wanted to make sure his fortune would only belong to her.” “Well, isn’t that foolish.” “I can’t see a husband being pleased he has to have his wife’s permission to access her fortune, or that she has a fortune of her own,” Anthony said. “Well I approve,” Persephone said. “You would,” George said. “Maybe you can seeking funding from one of your own gender,” Anthony joked. Persephone looked thoughtful. “Perhaps I will.” Genevieve did not know she was the subject of speculation, and even if she did she probably would not care. She followed the servant into the lobby and then rushed, while trying to look like she was not rushing, to the water closet. She fumbled with her clothing, and managed to relieve herself, with only a small, wet spot on the inside of her training pants. “It is so much easier to stay in the nursery,” she said softly. She put her clothing to rights, wishing there was someone else to do it, then left the water closet and walked to the small desk within the lobby. “Do you have any letters for me?” she asked the clerk. “Let me check Miss Westbrook,” He turned to look trough a set of cubicles behind him. “Here you go,” he said after a moment, presenting her with a small bundle of letters. “Thank you,” she said, taking the correspondence. “I will be out in the gallery. Could you send me some tea and something to write with.” “Of course Miss Westbrook,” he said. The staff at the club were quite efficient, and soon she sat at a table, with a pot of tea and a small writing kit. She took a pocket watch from her bag and set it to chime every half hour. If she was drinking tea she would need a reminder to make sure she did not wet herself. That taken care of, she began to go through the letters. There were several invitations, all but one of which she could turn down politely, sending off letters expressing her regrets. The one she could not would require some thought. There were also two business proposals, from people she hardly knew, but who were members of the club and obviously believed that gave them license to tell her about investments she might be interested in. Those she turned down flatly, having no interest to become involved in commerce. A letter from Rebecca asked her to take on a young woman as a servant. She put the letter aside for to give to Rose later. She supposed that Rebecca might have found someone suitable, or it might be a joke on her part. Either way Rose would sort it out. She had been sitting in the gallery for nearly two hours, having had to go to the water closet twice, once very nearly wetting herself at having waited too long. She had one more letter to read, and she had left it to last for she thought it likely the one that she had been waiting for, had come to the club for. Sitting at the table she read through it, twice, then slipped it into her bag, into a hidden pocket. The gallery had grown a little busier as she put her things away. She had a bundle of freshly written letters that she passed onto a club servant to see posted for her. She was on her way out when a young man called out her name. “Miss Westbrook, might I have a moment?” Looking closely at him Rebecca realized that the speaker was in fact a woman, dressed in the fashion of a young man. She started, nearly dropping her bag, then apologized, “I am sorry.” The woman smiled. “No need to apologize Miss Westbrook. I am Persephone Channing Channing, I was hoping we might speak.” “Ah, I do apologize Miss Channing, but I do have an appointment I must get to.” Persephone frowned for a moment, but then nodded. “Of course, please, my apologies for detaining you.” Feeling somewhat bad for her previous action she offered, “Perhaps we might speak some other time.” “Thank you for your kind offer. No doubt we will meet again at the club, if not some other location.” She stepped aside, giving Genevieve a clear path of exit. “I am very pleased to have met you Miss Channing.” “And I you,” she said, smiling. A quick nod and Genevieve left the club, walking quickly to where her carriage awaited her. The London Library, her destination, was close by, and she might have walked, but preferred the privacy of her carriage. When the carriage pulled to a stop at St. James Square she alighted from within and walked up the stairs to enter the building. At the front desk a young clerk was working, well dressed in clothing that was a little threadbare. “Excuse me,” she said, “my name is Genevieve Westbrook, I have reserved one of the private reading rooms for this afternoon.” The man was efficient, a quick look at a ledger in front of him and then, “Of course Miss Westbrook, we have the books and journals you requested already set aside.” “Thank you.” She took a piece of folded paper from her bag. “Might you also get these for me as well?” He took the paper and unfolded it, taking a moment to read it. “It will take me a few minutes to check, but I will have them delivered to the reading room. Do you want me to show you the way?” “No, I can find my way.” “Very good.” She nodded and left him, walking through the library, towards the reading rooms. She heard the clerk call to a few of the other staff, she supposed that he was asking them to find the books she wanted. Books that were scattered around the vast building, and all some distance from the reading room she had reserved, and the collection of patent applications that was close by. Screened by the shelves and the lack if more popular books, no one was to see her pick the lock to the patent applications room, the clerk usually on duty off on his lunch. She sorted through the files, picked out several folios, and then hid them in her bag. She was out of the room, the door locked behind her, and in the reading room several minutes before a clerk knocked. “Your requested books Miss Westbrook.” “Thank you,” Genevieve said, opening the door so he might bring the books in. He placed them on the table, already covered with books, and then excused himself. Genevieve took a seat at the table, fished the folios out from where they were hidden within the other books, and then began to read. She had an empty notebook with her and she began to fill it with her own notes, sketching out pictures from the patent diagrams, concerning locks and electrical switches, supplementing it with information from several other books. Every thirty minutes her watch chimed and she got up to go to the water closet attached to the room. The training pants had grown a little damp, and while in the water closet she sprinkled a little rose water on the material to help mask the smell of her urine. Eventually she had her work finished. She gathered up everything, hiding the patent folios amongst her other things, and left the room. On the way out she secreted the folios on a cart of books that were to be shelved. “I am finished in the room, thank you,” she told the desk clerk on her way out. He was a different man from the one she had met earlier. He nodded and simply wished her a good evening. Her carriage awaited her, and she climbed in, putting her things aside as she slumped in her seat. What an exhausting day, she thought. A nap would make her feel so much better, but she knew if she were to fall asleep, assuming she even could in the carriage, she would likely wake in a wet dress. She wished she could go home, but sadly she had a long night in front of her. Her first stop of the evening was the one she least wanted to do. Dining out was such a bother, even if she enjoyed, in the odd way, the company of Rebecca. She was squirming a little by the time the carriage pulled to stop, near the St. James in Piccadilly. Not used to having to hold her water, it was a blasted nuisance having to step out of the carriage without simply wetting herself right there on the street. She had to take small, mincing, almost comical steps to get to the front doors, and then across the floor as she was shown to one of the private dining rooms in the back. Rebecca Chase Belmora awaited her, sitting, like a queen, in one of the padded leather chairs. “That will be all, we will be ready to order in about ten minutes,” Rebecca said in way of dismissal to the waiter who had shown Genevieve the way. The man nodded, his posture a little stiff, then left the room. Rebecca immediately sprung to her feet. She was dressed in a dark grey evening dress, her hat sitting on the table, her hair immodestly down. “Why my dear Genevieve, you look as if you are in desperate need of a water closet.” “Oh please Rebecca, you know how difficult this is, please tell me that this room offers some discrete manner of relief. I am certain I could not cross the floor again without embarrassing myself.” She knew she was begging, but did not care. “Skirts up my dear girl,” Rebecca said with a grin and a leer. “Of what a bother,” Genevieve said, grasping the heavy skirts and petticoats and pulling them all about her waist. And she had thought Rebecca’s hair was immodest. Rebecca was kneeling in front of Genevieve in a moment, her hands gently pressing at the damp material of Genevieve’s training pants. Genevieve very nearly lost all control at that moment and had to bite her lip to contain a moan. “I do prefer you in proper nappies.” She ran her fingers over the small band of moist flesh between stocking top and trainers. “They look so proper on you.” Genevieve could not stifle the moan that time. Laughing Rebecca stood, took her by the hand, and led her to an almost invisible door, behind which was a well appointed water closet. “Hurry up before we need to call a maid in to clean up a puddle.” Too desperate to be shamed by Rebecca’s words Genevieve fled into the small room and the relief it offered. When she exited, feeling better, she found Rebecca had looked through her small bag. The other woman held in her hands the second pair of training panties which Pauline had placed in the purse. Rebecca smiled. “Let’s get you into something a little drier. Skirts up again.” Genevieve sighed as she lifted her skirts. Rebecca gently slid the thick, damp panties down Genevieve’s legs, making her lift one foot, then the other so she might remove them. “I do so like that you are bare down here,” Rebecca said, placing her hand between Genevieve’s legs. “Do your maids shave you?” It was somewhat difficult to think, with Rebecca’s soft hand gently caressing her most intimate of parts, but she said, “It was permanently removed, using a technique with electrics.” Rebecca’s hand came away as she stood. “Really? There is a manner of doing so?” Genevieve, a little disappointed that Rebecca had not continued, nodded. “I read about it in a paper, from a man from the Americas.” “Wonderful. You must give me that paper, I have to read it,” Rebecca said, obviously excited. “I will add it to my machine as part of the process.” “Oh Rebecca, I do wish you wouldn’t. It is all quite cruel you know.” “Oh hush,” she said, and reached down to scoop up the training pants. “Open your mouth. I will not be lectured on morals by you.” “But...” “Mouth open missy,” Rebecca said. Genevieve opened her mouth and Rebecca pushed the wet piece of cloth into it. It was most terrible, Genevieve thought, to have to taste one’s own self. “Very good. Now, you shall keep those in place for the next few minutes as a reminder that my business is mine alone and I do not want to hear a friend disparaging it.” Denied the ability to answer Genevieve said nothing as Rebecca made her step into the fresh training panties and then pulled them up her legs. She stood and brushed Genevieve’s hands from her skirt, so the material fell back in place. Then Rebecca took her by the arm and led her back to the table and her chair, her wet training panties still gagging her. She returned to her own chair, sitting on the other side of the table, smiling across at Genevieve as she drank her wine Finally Rebecca stood and crossed to Genevieve’s side. “Mouth open dear.” Genevieve opened her mouth and Rebecca took the panties from her mouth. “Drink a little wine dear, it will remove the taste from your tongue.” Genevieve picked up the glass and took a few small sips as Rebecca reached for her bag and put the wet panties away. It was less than a few seconds later that the door opened and the waiter returned. Smiling Rebeca said, “Perfect timing. I do believe that I would like the pheasant tonight. And you dear Genevieve?” Placing the glass carefully down Genevieve said, “Yes please, I would like the pheasant as well.” Dinner was pleasant enough, with salacious gossip, mostly on Rebecca’s part as she described the behaviour of their peers and associates, almost every example a reason why she was justified in her program of infantilization. Genevieve did not disagree, for she knew that it would only result in punishment. When they finished dinner Rebecca happily ushered Genevieve from the restaurant, chatting happily and denying Genevieve a chance to use the water closet. She was, Genevieve thought, already squirming a little, quite wicked. Rebecca helped her into a cab and wished her a good evening. No rest for the wicked, she thought, and told the coachman to take her to an address in Bloomsbury. The trip was long enough that she had soaked her trainers and stained her petticoats by the time she arrived. Most certainly Rose would have harsh words for her. “We’re here ma’am,” the coachman said. “Thank you,” she said, exiting the coach onto a narrow, dirty, ill-lit street. “That will be all for this evening.” “Right you are ma’am,” he said, and drove the coach away, seeming unconcerned with leaving a young lady in such a place. Genevieve made her way to the one of the narrow buildings that lined the road, and with a key from her purse, unlocked a door. She closed and locked it behind her and then started up a steep set of stairs. It was dark, and smelled of dust, and at the moment of her own urine, and the stairs creaked loudly with each footfall. At the top of the stairs she found the door locked. She rapped her hand against it, the deep sound speaking to how thick it was. A few seconds later it was opened by a Chinese woman, tall and slim, with long back hair and dressed in a tight, red dress. “Why hello my little darling,” the woman said, her english dusted with only the hint of an accent. “Come in.” “Thank you Lanfen,” Genevieve said as she entered the room. Unlike the staircase the room was well lit, clean and elegantly furnished in the fashion of Cathay. There was another woman in the room, with features similar to Lanfen. She wore black silk trousers and a blue robe embroidered with gold. “Hello Fenfang,” Genevieve said, dipping a polite curtsey to the woman. “Hello little Genevieve. Is she wet?” she asked Lanfen. “Of course she is, silly little blossom. Let’s get you undressed and see if we can keep your gown from becoming spoiled. Protect you from Miss Rose’s wrath,” she whispered into Genevieve’s ear. Fenfang got up from her seat and the two directed Genevieve towards the bathing room, both of them skillfully stripping her of her clothing until she was naked and directed into the tub. As Lanfen knelt by the tub and began to gently scrub Genevieve Fenfang took the clothes and said something about taking them to be cleaned. Finally able to relax, she leaned back in the tub, careful to keep her hair dry, and let Lanfen clean her. “What a happy little kitty you are,” Lanfen said as she ran a cloth between Genevieve’s legs, causing the young woman to moan softly. “Kitty is purring,” Lanfen said with a laugh as she helped Genevieve stand. “Now kitty, let’s get you properly cleaned out.” “No,” Genevieve said softly. “Silly kitty,” Lanfen told her, slapping her lightly on the bottom. “Don’t you remember last time? You can’t hide if you stink.” Genevieve whined wordlessly as Lanfen bent her over the commode, her bottom sticking up. From a washbasin Lanfen took a large, brass tube, with a plunger on one end and a small spout on the other. “Pull your buttocks apart kitty, let Lanfen see your little bunghole.” Whining and pouting she did as she was told and a moment later she felt the spout pushed up her bottom. Then Lanfen pushed down on the plunger, water rushing out of the tube and into her. “Hold it in kitty, we’re not done yet.” She pulled the spout out, and replaced it with another, and again water filled her bowels, starting to cause cramps. She was crying when the third one filled her, her belly pushed out. “There there little kitty,” Lanfen said. “Now let’s get you plugged up.” Genevieve let out a small mewling sound as a plug was pushed up her bottom, the tear drop shaped object stretching her out, until it slid all the way. Lanfen laughed. “All done kitty. Now you just have to hold it.” “It hurts,” Genevieve sobbed. “Poor little kitty.” Lanfen knelt down in front of her, gently brushing at the hair on her forehead. “Just hold it for a while, so we can be sure you are all squeaky clean.” She whined. “Little kitty needs her mind occupied,” Lanfen said as she slid her hand under Genevieve and between her legs, slipping a finger inside of her. Genevieve gasped softly. “Isn’t that nice little kitty,” she said as she slid her finger in and out of Genevieve. Genevieve could only moan in answer, her quim growing warm and damp as Lanfen expertly pleased her. As her breathing grew more rapid and ragged she almost did indeed forget the cramping pain in her guts. Then, so close to cumming Lanfen stopped and with a laugh said, “Time to pull the plug.” “Lanfen, please,” Genevieve whined. “Not yet little kitty, you’ll need to earn it. Now up so we can let all that dirty water out.” Lanfen pulled her up, and got her seated on the commode, then reached around to pull the plug out. Genevieve cried in discomfort as she expelled the mess. Finally it was done and Lanfen carefully cleaned her up before pinning her into a thin nappy, pulling a pair of rubber panties up her legs and over the towelling. “Come on kitty, let’s lie you down.” Whining quietly Genevieve followed after Lanfen and let herself but put into the bed in the other room. Lanfen pulled the skirts of her tight dress aside, revealing the neatly trimmed hair that framed her quim. “Use your tongue little kitty, see if you earn your release.” Genevieve’s hands and knees slipped on the silk sheets, turning so she was facing Lanfen. She pushed her face in between the woman’s legs, and began lapping at Lanfen’s sweet folds. Lanfen gently grasped the back of Genevieve’s head and pushed her face into her. “What a good little kitty,” Lanfen said, breathing heavily. “Started already?” Fenfang asked. “I’m letting our little kitty earn her pleasure,” Lanfen told her. Genevieve felt Fenfang behind her, heard the two kissing above her as she continued to lick at Lanfen. She reached down towards her diaper, pressing against the rubber and the thin diaper beneath. When she had brought Lanfen to climax she was made to perform on Fenfang, her face once more pressed between another woman’s thighs. She felt dizzy with the mounting pleasure, the tastes and scents and felt Lanfen press her hand hard between her legs, making her cum moments after Fanfeng climaxed. They lay in a tangled pile afterwards, upon sex stained sheets. Genevieve slept, a little, but it was not long before she was shaken awake. “Come on,” Lanfen said, “make sure you use the pot and then we’ll get you cleaned and dressed.” After Genevieve had pissed in the pot Lanfen and Fenfang wiped the sweat from her and helped her dress. She was put in a tight, black, silk bodysuit, exactly the same as the other women were wearing. Under the silk she wore the briefest of silk bloomers. She did not really enjoy wearing such an undergarment, but there were times when she could not go padded. The three left the flat, moving down the stairs, silent, like shadows. In a small room on the first floor they each picked up a small bag and then exited into the darkness. A hansom cab waited in the damp alley. Fenfang opened the door so Genevieve and Lanfen could enter. “Go,” Fenfang told the driver, and then entered the cab, pulling the door closed. The cab rolled through the night time streets as the three women opened their bags and looked through the contents, each making sure that they had everything they needed. Lanfen looked up. “Remember Kitty, the grounds are patrolled by dogs. Soak or load your pants and they are sure to smell you.” Genevieve nodded. “I know, I know, and thanks to that enema I won’t be messing myself anytime soon, and I can hold my water, if I have to.” Fenfang laughed. “But you don’t like to.” Genevieve lifted her shoulders in answer. After about an hour the cab slowed and pulled off to the side of an empty road. They had left the city and were in the mostly empty area beyond Temple Park and the West End. They exited the cab. From where he sat above the driver said, “Be waiting for you ladies.” “Don’t get too drunk,” Fenfang said. They left the road, cutting across a woodlot. It was dark, the ground littered with old deadfall. Lanfen and Fenfang were made not a sound, though Genevieve stepped on the occasional dry twig that would crack with a soft pop. At times like that the small night sounds would stop, animals gone quiet. Genevieve would hold her breath, worried she might have given them away. Then the night noises would start up again and they would continue on. About half an hour of walking brought them to the large, grey walls of the Paserden Estate. Fenfang went up the side of the wall, finding handholds in the featureless stone that should have offered none. She tied off a rope and dropped it down so that Lanfen and Genevieve could join her atop the wall. The three perched there and looked out over the grounds. Paserden Hall was some distance away from the wall. Lanfen used her fingers to indicate the route they would take. Three ghosts, ones a little clumsy compared to the other two, crossed the grounds, climbing trees to avoid wandering dogs or guards, staying up wind of the canines whenever they could. Then they were at the hall. None of them needed a rope to scale the walls, provided with abundant handholds in the way of windowsills and the like. They reached the slate tiled roof and perched there, listening to the night sounds, making sure their climb had not given them away. Satisfied they had reached the roof undetected the three crossed it, cat silently, to the great, stained glass dome. Below the dome was Mr. Kent Paserden’s trophy room, though the man had never hunted a beast on this or any other continent. His trophies were of a different sort. Genevieve removed several batteries from her bag, each wrapped carefully in leather. She checked them over to make certain they had not leaked and then wired them together. As she worked Lanfen and Fenfang worked at their own task. Plugging a heat iron into the batteries Genevieve set about melting the lead seals around the stained glass panels. A small suction cup prevented the glass from falling in as she melted the last of the lead. After putting the panel aside she melted a second free. Lanfen and Fenfang had finished their work. It was a tripod, made mostly of bamboo (a surprisingly strong wood from their home country) with brass fittings. At the apex of the tripod was an assemblage of gears and small electric and clockwork motors. As they positioned the tripod above the glass opening Genevieve slipped into a web of leather harnesses, making sure they were all lightly buckled. “You know what you need to do,” Lanfen said, clipping a thin steel cable to the harness. “You’re just as good at your mother, at this part at least.” Genevive smiled. “Thank you.” Then she turned and slipped through the opening in the glass, snaking through, her silk clad hips just clearing the glass. She’s have never made it padded. She dropped about three feet before the wire went taut and stopped her. She could feel the bamboo flex as it took her weight, but it held. The motors wound out the cable, letting her descend thirty feet to the floor. It stopped her a few feet from the parquet wooden floor tiles. She had read the patents on those tiles, and the electrical switches beneath that would set off an alarm if any weight were placed on them. Not only that, were she to have an accident her urine could very likely get under the tiles and short the electricals, once more raising an alarm. Above her the motors spun, turning her about so she could see the entire room. There were no windows in the large space, the walls covered in old tapestries or paintings. Valuable treasures, taken from countries across the empire. Throughout the room were placed pedestals on which rested vases, sculptures and the like. In glass cases, resting upon small tables, jewellery and other valuable treasures were displayed. All of it was alarmed and wired to a fare-thee-well. A thief would be a fool to think to steal from this treasure vault. Or at least that was what Mr. Paserden would like people to believe. Shifting with her hips about spun her slowly, until she was facing the altar like structure against the far wall. From a small pouch on her belt she produced a small, pistol shaped object. She aimed and pulled the trigger. Clockworks spun gears with a soft whirr of metal on metal, then, the launch spring fully compressed, there was quiet sound like a chord payed on a piano. The spring released its energy into the grapple, which flew across the room, trailing a steel line. The grapple caught in the complex wood work of the huge cabinet. She gave it a quick pull to make sure it was fast, then put her hand to a small lever on the side of the grapple gun and began winding the line in. Above Fenfang and Lanfen would be pulling the cable away from the glass, as below Genevieve pulled herself across the room, the cable’s angle growing more acute as she closed on her target. Within the cabinet were a number of closed doors, each one protected by an alarm and a clever puzzle combination. Genevieve had learned to defeat such puzzle combinations while sitting on her mother’s lap, playing with what she had thought toys. The alarms she had learned that day, reading through patent applications in the library. She did not have time to try to open all twenty of the doors. Instead of trying to she took the time to simply examine all of them. Paserden did not know what he had, she was certain of that. He was a proud man, narcissistic, one who loved to be the centre of attention. She had researched him, was certain of her assessment. Not the sort of man who would like to be reminded of his failings. Certainly not the sort to bring out something to show to his guests that he could not expound upon. So she looked for the door that looked as if it had been opened the least. In the dim light she let her fingers feel for wear, the slick sensation of a patina brought about by multiple touches. It took time. Finally she thought she had found what she wanted. A door in the middle of the cabinet, on the left side. Decision made she brought out her tools, placing them carefully so they would not fall, or roll, and went to work. Ten minutes to defeat the lock. Her mother could have done it in two she was certain. Five minutes to disable the alarm. In that she was proud, for she knew that there were few as skilled with her when it came to the new engineering of electrics and their practical uses. The door opened. No alarm was raised. Not rushing she returned her tools to their proper places, then reached in to the cabinet and removed, one at a time, the contents. They were mysterious objects, odd metals in esoteric shapes, paper covered in mysterious writing. Treasures, perhaps, but valueless unless one understood them. Genevieve did not understand them, all except for the one thing she had come for. A small, leather case. Within which a crystal rod, the thickness of her thumb, the length of her hand. The rod went into her clothing, secured next to her skin. The leather case and everything else went back into the cabinet, all returned to their proper places. She closed the cabinet door, locking it again, and enabled the alarm. It was like she had never been there. She freed the grapple from the cabinet and then returned the gun to its place. She made a quick check to make sure everything was secure, then gave the cable holding her a quick pull. Her earlier descent had wound the powerful clockworks in the winch. Now they and the electric motors wound the cable back, yanking her so hard towards the ceiling that she would be left with bruises. She clamped her mouth shut on a yelp of pain. Lanfen and Fenfang helped her though the hole in the glass dome and then while they took the tripod apart Genevieve put the glass back in place, using a putty like rubber to hold them in place. “How long will that hold?” Lanfen asked softly. “A few years maybe,” Genevieve said, laying down another bead on the glass. “It will probably start let water leak through in six or seven months. Long enough that no one will ever connect us.” “Good little kitty. Kitten’s mother would be proud.” Genevieve smiled. Their work done, they fled the estate, leaving it as quietly as they had come. The hansom cab waited on the side of the road. The driver sounded a little drunk as he welcomed them back, but he drove them safely back to Lanfen and Fenfang’s apartment. The sun would raise soon and Genevieve felt worn out, wanting nothing more than to sleep. However the two women would not let her, instead they stripped her down, and then dressed her again in the clothing she had first arrived in, though they put her in thick nappies, covered those in rubber pants. They escorted her down to the street, where the carriage that would take her home waited. In the shadows both kissed her, and Fenfang pushed the crystal rod, wrapped in silk, into Genevieve’s hands. She sat alone in her carriage, dozing on and off as she was taken home. She woke when she heard the familiar sound of her gates opening. The carriage soon stopped and a moment later one of the old footmen opened the carriage door for her. “Welcome home Miss Westbrook.” “Thank you,” Genevieve said, hiding a yawn. She needed a bit of help getting down, the thick nappies making her waddle a bit and tight corsets precluding certain movements. The sun was just peaking above the tops of he trees as the door to the mansion opened, Rose standing there. The woman smiled. “So, little missy has returned home. A late night I take it?” “Oh, it was exhausting Rose. I just want to crawl into my cot and sleep the day away.” “Well, you can’t. You will have visitors today.” “Visitors? Who?” “Your friend,” the way she said it spoke of disapproval, “Miss Chase Belmora is coming over for lunch. Something about a new girl.” “Oh? Well, sleeping till noon will be enough. I have a letter,” she reached into her bag. “Silly missy, it takes at least an hour to get you bathed and dressed. There is also a second meeting.” “A second?” She held out the letter she had received the day before. “You received a visitor card from one Miss Persephone Channing Channing, asking if she might call on you this morning.” Rose took the letter. It took a few seconds for Genevieve’s exhausted mind to bring up an image of a woman dressed as a man. “Oh, what a surprise.” “Will you see her? Best to send a response early.” “But I so want to sleep,” Genevieve whined. “And I only said we might speak another time.” Rose frowned. “So you made an open ended invitation and now want to shrug it off?” “No, but…” “No buts little Missy. You will meet this woman, and be a polite hostess and maybe next time you’ll be a little more specific, as befits a young woman of your stature.” Genevieve wanted to argue, but she could see the hard set to Rose’s eyes. “Fine,” she said a little petulantly. This is just something I was working on. No real idea if I will continue it, however if I do I'll probably be working towards publishing it on an online store.
  14. Katie a 16 year old teenager outgoing loves her family does not really get into trouble, like music and computers quite smart but his a secret that even her mum and step mum let along her brother does not know. 5' 5" brunet hair, Hazel colour eyes average build not the prettiest looking but not ugly. Lucy is the kids step mum she loves them both but does seam closer to her step son Max. 5' 7.5" in height and nice looking.
  15. anyone for a meet in tenby
  16. Name: Katie Age: 16 Personality: Intelligent, Outgoing, Protective of her friends including her best friend in the world Height: 5' 5" Build: Healthy but not muscular Katie is a smart girl having kept a good grades up at all levels of education encouraged to succeed but never pushed, she always has had I liking for computer and electronics, a hobby she has shared with her dad. Katie is well mannered considerate to others and protective like a big sister to her friends, she would not ever tolerate bullies.
  17. Hi just joins this site . I am a UK nappy lover and have been wearing nappies for the past 28 years. Like to wear as often as a am able and mainly a disposable person. Would love to chat / meet other local ab's or dl's. So please don't be shy and drop me a message.
  18. anywant to do an hp age roleplay?
  19. A sort of take on the "No Child Left Behind" short story. **** Chapter 1: "Mum, please do I really to study here?" I asked the same question the umpteenth time as the helicopter moved closer to the island. "Lucy, we've been through this so many times. Enough, you're going to spend your time here." "But," I protested then turn to dad. "Dad, please, I really don't deserve this. Please..." "You do," My father argued. "Lucy, you're grades have been atrocious across the past few years, not months. You need to buck up fast if you are to attend a university. This boarding school will help you." "But..." "That's enough," he argued over the whirl of the blades. As if to back up his argument, the pilot radioed that he was landing. Minutes later, the whirling blades came to a halt and the door opened. Immediately, I felt a huge gust of wind and I tried to hold down my long dark brownish hair and dress at the same time, lest I appear dishevelled and flash my self to strangers. We had taken a only few steps forward when a lone female appeared. She was rather tall, around six feet and dress in a tight dark blue skirt, heels, white blouse and blue vest walked towards us. "Hi, I'm Amanda MacBurns," she said, shaking our hands. "Welcome to this island and welcome to Verbessern boarding school. You must be Lucy Mehan." I opened my mouth to reply but my mother quickly replied on my behalf. "Well, I'll take her in from here. The schooling term is going to start soon." My parents gave me a quick hug and with a wave, I was left alone. "Well, let's go young lady," the woman said, yanking my arm. Dragging my baggage and still trying to stop the wind blow up my dress, I followed her up a steep path and through an electronic gate. In front of mind was a medieval-like caste, with vines crawling up several corners There was even a moat and with one more step, I noticed that I was crossing a draw bridge. "It was look like a castle from the outside, but it's much more inside," MacBurns quipped, moving faster with each step. Just as we moved another step, a shorter, younger girl in a school uniform--dark blue blazer, skirt, white blouse and black tie--came forward. "Lucy, this is Sian Teddington," MacBurns said. "She's is a senior girl and will be your main guide for your first year here. Sian will take over from here and get your uniform sorted and and you into the proper dress code." Without saying goodbye, MacBurns disappeared into a side door. Before I could formally introduce myself, Sian just annouced, "follow me" and moved off, leaving me to scamper quickly after her. After navigating through another few corridors, we reached a room marked, "uniform room." I was instructed to enter and retrieve a uniform of my size. I easily found a blazer, tie, blouse and flat heels but just couldn't find a skirt. "There's no skirt here," I called. "That's right," Sian said. "Let's go." "But," I protested, "I need a skirt, I can't a a full uniform without a skirt." "Let's go," she repeated. I protested again but just like MacBurns she yanked my arm. I kept on protested outside but she told me to shut up and literally pushed me towards another room. "Nurse's office." The sign read. "I'm not sick," I protested. "Get in, I'll hold your luggage." "But.." "Just bloody get in. We don't have all day; the session will be starting soon." Still bewildered about the lack of a school skirt, I did so and found a middle aged lady in nurses' uniform with the name tag, "Donna." "Hi, I'm Nurse Donna. Do leave your uniform paack there and take off your dress and lower underwear please." "Wha..What?!" I exclaimed upon hearing the last few words. "Take off that dress dear and your undies. Lower undies," she repeated. "Why?" I folded my arms in defence and moved back a bit. "Dear, just do as I say," the nurse said, getting up and advancing towards me. "No, I don't get this. First there's no uniform skirt and now I'm in a nurses' office for no reason. I'm getting out of..." before I knew it, the nurse was next to me and jabbed a needle into my arm. I immediately felt dizzy and collapsed into her arms. You would have expected me to speak or struggle but it seemed like not of my muscles could move and I couldn't utter a sound. Neither could I hear a thing but my eyesight was still there. Helpless, I watched as the nurse unzipped the polka dot dress I had on, revealing my black bra and knickers. The latter was soon lowered and I would probably have turned red with embarrassment had I not been stunned. I was then lowered on some examination bed and strapped down across my torso. With my verticl position, I didn't have a direct view but I could see the nurse holding some sort of device--it was an electrice shaver!!! Unable to hear, I just saw it move and she was shaving way my pubic hair!!! Please, please, I pleaded silently, this can't be happening!!! Let me out of here!!! The shaving stopped, or so I could see. Next, I saw her extract a tube and spread a huge blob of greyish cream onto her hands. Those moved away from sight but I surmised it was being rubbed against my exposed crotch. Let me out of this!!! Let me out of this!!! Next some weird whitish item appeared in her hands and I saw my legs and bum raised. Before I knew it, that item was secured over my waist. That wasn't the last of it as something else was slid over the item. Then, she pricked my arm again with another filled syringe and suddenly my senses flooded back. "What..." I yelled as she removed the strap, then looked down. "You...you placed me in a NAPPY?!!!" "Please don't shout here. Sian," she called. "She's all yours." Sian reappeared and before I could protest further, both her and the nurse roughly placed my dress on. "Hey, hey," I called after Sian as she dragged my bags towards another corridor. "Tell me what's going on, why the hell was stunned and put in a nappy?" I repeated myself over and over until we entered what looked like a door. There were four beds inside and basic furniture and my bags were dumped on the only empty one. "Get dressed in your uniform." "I want to know why I'm forced into a nappy!" I exclaimed again but only received a hand over my lips in response. "Listen, newbie, you follow instructions and keep your voice down. Clear? Now, get into that uniform before you spend your first day in detention. I'll briefly explain." Seeing no other choice, I nodded and removed my half zipped dress. "All junior girls here are made to wear nappies, all the time and exposed. You don't get the priviledge of a skirt unless you perform well in your studies and are on your best behaviour. Even after you 'skirt' up, you still have to wear a nappy until you graduate." She lifted up her skirt to reveal a sort of similar nappy. "But..." "Get dressed. And no coloured bra, white or beige only," she snapped. Blushing as I exposed my boobs again, she continued, "You wear a nappy and it's locked to you to prevent you from removing it voluntarily." I looked down and realised it was a plastic pants that covered the nappy, and there was a padlocked on either side. "Only teachers, nurses and designated officials can remove the lock. You only get it removed if you need to poo or need change. Hand over all your knickers, including the one you just had on." "Wh...Why?" This was sounding sillier by the second. "Because you won't be able to wear them unless given permission to do so.. Hurry up and stop arguing." Shaking my head more in disgust than anything else, I grabbed all my various undies and piled them into the bag she held open. She labelled it with my name and then sealed it tight. "Let's go." I followed her again, dressed in the blouse, tie, blaser exposed nappy and locking pants. To Be Continued.
  20. I've been wearing nappies and baby clothes for as long as I can remember. My mother used to put me back into nappies when I was a child as a punishment, and that continued well into my teens. At the time it was SO humiliating, especially as she used to change my nappies in front of my little sister. She used to giggle so much at the sight of her big brother being babied like that. Anyway, I got used to the humiliation, and after a while I kind of accepted it. I knew other boys my age didn’t have to go through being babied, but I knew I had no choice. As I reached puberty I started to find the feeling of a bulky nappy between my legs, and the tight grasp of baby knickers round my legs and waist something of a thrill. The first time I ever came was in a nappy – over my mother’s lap on the receiving end of a spanking. So anyway – cut to now, and I still love to wear a nappy and baby knickers. When I get home from work the first thing I usually do is strip off my male clothes and put on my baby things. I had to move house a couple of months ago, and as I was moving in my neighbour popped round to say hello. I heard the knock on the door and gasped. I wasn’t expecting any visitors. I pulled my baby dress up over my head and dropped it on the floor. As I tugged my pretty white tights down round my ankles there was another knock. I knew I didn’t have time to remove my nappy and baby knickers, so I pulled a pair of shorts up over them and slipped a t-shirt over my head. Breathless, I went to answer the door. Before me stood perhaps the most perfect woman I'd ever seen. She was in her early thirties, blonde, trim and oh so beautiful. “Hello,†she said, “I’m Kirsty. I'm your neighbour.†She smiled at me and I felt my heart going ten to the dozen. I invited her in, dreading that such a beautiful woman would realise I had a nappy on. Trying to be neighbourly I offer her a coffee, which she readily accepted. She told me she had two small children, and that she was struggling to manage them after their father had left her. I went and made us coffees, trying to hide the bulkiness under my shorts. When I came back she told me the problems she’d been having with her children. “Alice is okay,†she said, “But Freddie is still such a problem. Ever since his father left us he just won’t behave. He’s seven now, but he still wets his pants. Can you imagine that? I still have to put him in nappies at his age!†I didn’t know what to say. And I saw her glance down at my own bulky shorts. She looked up, and smiled.
  21. I hope this is the right section to do this in. Ok so I have urges to wear diapers about once every three months or so and to get rid of the urges I have to wear about 5 diapers that week I can't stop thinking about them until I do. I moving into my moms house from my dad and my mom always goes into my room and looks around and snoops. Also she already knows I like diapers because she found a use one in my room but never brought it up but back to my main point I can't have a stash of abdl stuff with out her finding out so I think I should tell her. She is very accepting of most because she is gay and also she let my brother wear dresses when he was little because he liked it so I think I should tell her she would probably let me wear them but I'm still a little scared she would flip out because she is a little strict and she might be disgusted. Or she might offer to buy me diapers and diaper me she always likes to baby me so who knows.
  22. this is mainly a problem with us boys and our private parts. So I've been trying to wet while lying down in bed for a long time now, with just a little bit of success so far. Last night, I diapered up with a couple of boosters but instead of pointing down I decided I'd point up for a change and went to sleep. I ended up waking in a middle of the night due to some uncomfortable tightness in my crotch, evidently having a night time erection while sleeping made it too awkward for me to sleep soundly. So I took my time I relaxed a little bit till my erection subsided almost completely, a feeling which was accompanied a sudden urge to pee so I decided to see what would happen. I felt myself relax slightly and then let go, the problem was that the front of the diaper absorved part of the pee but then it started overflowing by the right side of the diaper, it really sucks to stop the feeling of relaxed peeing just because you're afraid you're going to completely flood your bed, so I got a little bit pissed off (no pwn intended) and run off to the bathroom where I kept on peeing while standing (my bedroom has a wooden floor so I couldn't risk it leaking all over). So, although wetting while "pointing up" resulted less difficult than when "pointing down" it involves uncomfortable sleeping and most likely leaking all over your bed, at least thats what it turned out for me anyway. So choosing between the up and down position kinda seems to be a choice depending if you are going to bed or going through your daily routine. Of course I'm leaving out the option of repositioning your penis (ineither position) after wetting because sometimes its kind of yucky Say you go to sleep, you point down, which shouldn't bother you, and your night time diaper is not that wet when you wake up. So you don't really want to throw it out and want to continue wearing it throughout the day. However, the front of your diaper will most likely go unused, thus wasting a good chance for a nice wetting. But then if you go to sleep, you point up, you may get uncomfortable, may leak. However the front of your diaper will be used. The night time diaper may be a little bit wet when you wake up, but fully prepared to be used during the day. Since all the new pee you release in front of your diaper will most likely go to the bottom and maybe partially to the back part of it making the most out of each diaper. I guess girls have the luck not to face that kind of choices So, what position do you usually choose? and why?
  23. Katie Lynsey age 20, a 5 foot 7 inches tall beautiful young lady with long brown hair the flows down to half way down her back, despite her beauty she has never let that sour her personality she is a kind and considerate and caring girl. She has been friends with a girl across the pond as the Americans say for the last 6 years ever since she was 14, and went over there on a study exchange program and met the little sister of her then friend. Katie thought Jen was cute back then and fell out with her big sister over the way she treated Jen. Over time while being pen pals with Jen Katie had come to develop a sisterly protective bond over Jen, she was so glad when Jen told her that she wanted to come over to study in the United Kingdom. Katie did all the research and filled in all the paperwork on Jen's behave and then sent her the paperwork and documents there was no going back now she was due to come in a few days time. Katie waits out the few days remaining by busying herself getting one of the guest bedrooms ready to receive Jen and her things, during in this time she explained to her friends and family she might now have much time for them due to wanting to get Jen settled in but they would be welcome to come and meet her friend in due time. She hated blowing off her friends and family but right now Jen getting settled in was her main concern, after 3 days the time finally came for her to go and collect Jen from the local airport in Birmingham known by the international code BHX.
  24. From the album Sissy babies

    Imagine the humiliation of being put into nappies and frilly baby clothes, and then being restrained while your Aunty allows her daughters to come in and see you.
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