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  1. Rosy,a girl around 24 losing her job as a space flight engineer, and having to return to her birth planet: Earth. Once there, she can no longer afford to keep her family in good standing with the goverment. SO in a last desperate attempt to save her family for the debt camps, she comes to see me. I'm Zeake Lafayette, a powerful crime lord who owns the Black Silk cartel, an illegal trafficking organization that spans several light years of human controlled space. But Rosy knows I have a sweet spot for girls in dire situations..... what she DOESN'T know is that my price is several years of slavery as my personal diaper pet. (If this intrigues you, Message me, or post a response) (Also, If this was the wrong place to post something like this go ahead and tell me, I'm all for learning! )
  2. My secret fetish(open)

    Lizzie is around 18 years old. She's average height, and a little chubby, but everyone thinks it's cute. Everyone thinks she's cute. She has poofy curls that she likes to put in pigtails or wears out, and her skin is a little lighter than caramel, meaning her mom is white and her dad is black. But she doesn't act it. Both her parents are smart and she grew up in a great environment. But her parents are away most of the time, but this time they are gone for a year. They trust her enough and love her, and so they leave her alone. Today she was going to try something new. She had ordered online around a week before they left a popular diaper brand that she had seen other girls wear on porn websites. They looked really thick and really cute, and decided to order plastic panties as well. Even enema, just to get into it. She he heard her doorbell ring and raced to answer. The mailman had already left and she was standing right in front of her big package. She he smiled and rushed it up to her room. She unpacked everything and began stripping her panties off. She unfolded a white and thick diaper and payed down. She pushed it up under her and folded it over her privates. She took the tapes and sealed it over. It was snug and fit, and really turned her on, she rubbed it a while, and decided she would wait for the plastic panties. She didn't put anything up and shoved her skirt back over her diaper. It barely covered, but no one would be over, anyways. Oh no. She heard the door open and close. She forgot she was having her best friend over!
  3. Surprise Visit (Sexual)

    Lys had been feelings extremely horny the past few days. It’s been at least 4 days since she last saw her Daddy, and the feeling between her legs was getting stronger and stronger. She at least made effort to calm her desires, but there’s only so much a battery operated boyfriend can do; well, that and a plethora of fantasies. Before she met Daddy she had been a total prude. Her last sexual relationship was as exciting as watching paint dry, or at least, that’s how she likened it to. The most risqué act she had ever performed was having missionary style sex in her parents house while her parents were still home. She felt content before, but now, now she’s been exposed to more and her libido has begun to crave the attention. Tonight, she was going to solve her dilemma. No more cravings, no more sleepless nights, so more unfulfilling solo sessions. Tonight she was going to solve her problem whether or not Daddy wanted her to. When she first got back from out of state, her Daddy had given her a key to his place. She didn’t feel like she had earned it as they’ve only been playing together for a few weeks now. As she stood in front of his door, that line of logic faded. What mattered now was she wanted to quench the hunger dwelling in her sex organs. She wanted him in her. And now. Slowly, and with much trepidation, she slide the key into it’s hole. Gently at first, as she wasn’t sure was doing the right thing. She didn’t want to violate his trust with this forceful entry. After a few deep breathes, she didn’t care anymore. She knew what she wanted and she was going to take it. She turned the key, sliding the dead bolt from it’s receptacle and freeing the door. Feeling brave, and in control, she opened the door. As it revealed the living room, a rush of cold air from the AC’d house rushed over her bare legs. As the humid and warm outside air mingled with the cold dry air now brushing over her, her legs tingled. On any other day prior to meeting Daddy, she would have simply felt the goosebumps. Actually, prior to Daddy, she wouldn’t be wearing such a short dress. Or a dress at all. Prior to Daddy, she was a jeans and random t-shirt kind of girl. Prior to Daddy, a fun night would be her and her boyfriend hanging out and playing games, as she lounged around in comfy sweat pants. She would be preoccupied with raids and work, not hormones. Prior to Daddy, she wouldn’t feel the cold air rushing up her dress and hitting her wet diaper. As soon as she remembered she was wearing a diaper, she lost all her confidence. The butterflies in her stomach had made her forget she put it on earlier in the day to help her satisfy herself. Prior to Daddy, she would never have dreamed that she’d actually be begging to be put back in diapers. To have that thick padding between her legs constantly rubbing against her most sensitive spots. 4 weeks ago, the thought of wetting herself, on purpose, was outlandish. She shook her head, trying to refocus. Yes, she’s wearing a diaper. Yes, she’s in a wet diaper. A very wet diaper, actually. But this is what Daddy liked, and she wanted to give Daddy anything and everything he wanted so long as he takes care of her needs. Needs that she never knew burned so deeply. Quietly, she shut the door behind her. Daddy wasn’t in the living room which meant he was either in his bedroom, or in his office working. She wasn’t sure if this worked out for her. If he was in the living room, the surprise would already be over. She could face the consequences for showing up unannounced. Now, she had to sneak around the house as quietly as a crinkling diaper would allow her. There was a light on down the hallway, which meant he was in his office working. He would probably also be listening to music, a podcast, or listing to whatever video he was currently working on. It would certainly make sneaking up on him that much easier With care, she inched her way towards the office. Her every thought, her every breath even, was focused on being as quiet as possible. She could hear the crinkle as her legs moved, and the slight creak in the floor as her weight shifted. She knew Daddy had a good sense of hearing and unless she was careful, he could clearly hear her coming. Lys peaked around the corner, hoping her Daddy hadn’t heard her. Slowly the sight of her Daddy came into view. His back was still to do the doorframe. A wave of relief came over her. She accomplished her goal of sneaking up on Daddy. But now; now she had to actually surprise him and convince him to take care of her needs. The thought of what punishment lay ahead of her finally crossed her mind. Would a severe spanking be worth it? Last time he gave her a spanking it hurts for days afterwards. A constant reminder than she was owned. Worse, that she was just his little girl and he would honestly treat her as such. She hadn’t been spanked like that since she was 10. A few months ago she felt like an adult. An in-control adult. The floor suddenly creaked under her weight. She cursed these old floors. Daddy was certain to hear that, even with headphones on. Her breathing stopped, waiting for the reveal. What would her Daddy do? He hadn’t moved. He was still typing and clicking as if nothing ever happened. He must be editing some music, she thought. As she creeped closer, her breathing as controlled as she could with her nerves as volatile as they were. Even her hands were shaking from the anticipation. Never had she been more keenly aware of every inch of her body as she was right that second. That second when she raised her hand to finally make him aware of her presence, she noticed his screen. He hadn’t been working on a video like she had thought. No, he was working on a document. It looked kinda like a story actually. She couldn’t read most of it because of how small the font was, but the last line seemed to be in a larger font. It read “That’s when Daddy heard his little girl scampering across the room in a vain attempt to surprise Daddy. Only, little girls should know they can never get the better of their Daddy. That’s why they’re little girls still wearing diapers.
  4. Teacher/Student RP?

    I'm in the mood for a Teacher/Student Roleplay Anyone else interested in playing the submissive student?
  5. RP Idea

    I'm in the mood for a kidnapping RP. something with pacifier gags and diapers,but bondage as well. I am open to ideas. Please reply or pm me if interested.
  6. How To Write A Love Letter

    Taken from the book: Tame & Wild (ABDL BedTime Stories), here is a story about the completion of want as a college schoolgirl goes straight to the head of her class. ---------------------------- How to Write a Love Letter - Katie finished writing the tenth sentence on the tiny chalkboard on the wall. She set the chalk back on the ledge and slapped her hands together twice, clapping the residue from her fingertips as she stepped back to look at her work. She smiled warmly, but with a sly upward turn to the corners of her mouth. Everything had worked out exactly as she wanted it to. And she stood in the middle of her professor’s office – exactly where she wanted to be. Her professor was an extremely attractive guy, with a clean-shaven, well-kept look. He was the right mixture of charm and success. The laws of attraction took hold and beginning on the second day of classes, she always sat in the front row, center seat – dressed head to toe as the schoolgirl dream she hoped that passed through his mind at night. In reality, practically every female student wanted him in a way that she only whispered to her pillow at night. Katie was one of many admirers, but at present, she was the only one standing in his office. And before she tucked her tail between her legs from rejection, she would have her turn to woo the sexy writing teacher with her prose. The advanced composition class he taught met three times a week – Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 1:10 – 2:30 pm. And it was her final class each of those days. She was called to his office on this particular Friday afternoon for a simple infraction of repeated tardiness – or so he said. Oh my, how she enjoyed being late. Her tardiness was deliberate, in order to get his attention. She would average being ten minutes late, so her entrance would stop him from teaching and make him watch her as she took graceful steps to her seat. Each day, she would add a new little touch to her schoolgirl look. From that perfect make-up to those braided pigtails to the right color of checkered skirt (yanked just a bit higher each try) to the earrings to the partially unbutton dress shirt, her schoolgirl outfit was primed to take her straight to head of his class. Today’s touches included white stocking and a pink checkered skirt, a last minute purchase that morning. Standing in his office, Katie folded her hands behind her back, perusing the books on the shelves and trying not to think of him too much before he got there. The weekly assignment was always to submit a paper to him after each Friday’s class, demonstrating some of the writing techniques they had discussed in class that week. In this particular week, she had submitted her paper to him after the Wednesday calls, hoping it would produce the meet she wanted. She took the opportunity to use what she learned in writing him a letter – straight from the heart. And she held nothing back. This was her first semester in college and as a new freshman, she was becoming engrossed in the freedoms she had never known before now. Dorm life was eye-opening and so were the weekend parties. But Katie always walked a straight line when it came to class work. She took everything seriously and pursued what she wanted with a passion. That’s why the day she first walked into his class, she fell seriously in love with him. And that’s why she did all that she needed to in order to wind up in his office today. She sat down in the cushioned chair behind his desk, taking a moment to sit crossed-legged before parting her thighs and stretching her legs out to rest her ankles on the edge of the desk. This meeting wasn’t about academics, but rather the completion of an urge she simply couldn’t control anymore and didn’t want to. And if the lust in her heart was anything like what he could feel for her, then all the competition she went through to get here would’ve been well worth the effort. All she needed to do was invest in the wiles which fueled her passion to begin with. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, leaving just enough of a glimpse of her cleavage and the lacey edges of her white bra to make him want to see more. Feeling the backside of her legs, she checked to make certain she hadn’t missed any hairs. In her purse, she had every possible thing needed for every possible direction her time with him may have gone. She pealed her pink skirt up, pulling out the waistband of her white cotton panties, to make certain of her smoothness all over. Her tiny fingertips reached inside her panties and crossed over a peach she had taken quite some time. Heaving her chest and arching her lower back, she traced the outer lips of her labia, teasing her waking arousal before concentrating on her hood. She leaned her head back against the cushion chair as she closed her eyes and let out the first many small whimpers of enjoyment. Yeah, it was a lot of work being a girl, but it was worth it all. She was a girl and he was a guy she liked. Her imagination ran wild. And she saw herself as his lover, his soul mate, his wife … even his BabyGirl (but that would be a revelation of the future, not of the moment.) And they way that she saw it, there was only one thing that stood between the present and the life to follow … she simply needed to tell him how she felt. Recognizing that she could be crushed in a single instant with a single breath of air, she knew that the first impression needed to be lasting. And as the office door opened, she leaped up onto his desk, sitting up and stretching her legs out. It was the fantasy she dreamed and the fantasy she had merely to begin making the rest of her life. The power needed was in her hands and in her heart. Every little advancement in life or good fortune Katie had found came from a bit of hard work and determination –made harder, from time to time, by the natural competition she often encountered from other girls. She accepted that life would always make her work harder than others to get those things which many rarely had to lift a finger to acquire. But she had long since gotten over the hurt of that. Instead, she channeled that hurt into determination. That’s why she basked in the victory she had all ready won by being in her professor’s office. And sitting on the top of his desk as he entered the room, she was ready to let her wiles do the talking. She would not feel guilty for having won the competitions of life nor would she feel bad for what she had to do to get where she was now. Her professor shut the door behind him and stopped dead in his tracks, seeing her sprawled out on his desk with crossed legs, a heaving chest and a twinkle in her eye which showed the lust in her thoughts. “We need to talk, Katie,
  7. Rachel'S Days

    This is my first story on any AB/DL website, and like the second story I've ever written. Let me know what you guys think, and opinions are more than welcome (negative and positive.) Thanks much. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1. Finally! Friday - 3:30 pm "No, I completely understand Mrs. P. Good speaking with you too." She hung up the phone and sulked off to her room, another plan and moment foiled by changed plans. It had been almost a month now, and she was begining to wonder if she was ever going to get a place to herself ever again. It wasn't Mrs. Peters fault, she and her husband both work random hours, and they never can be sure when they will get a moment to go out and treat themselves to a nice dinner or a movie. Much less a chance to plan a week in advance to hire a baby sitter for their daughter Carol. And she knew that. But she couldn't help being resentful of their position, and blaming them both for the fact that she couldn't get out for a brief vacation. She slipped back out of her blue jeans and donned back her peace sign pajama bottoms, she wouldn't be needing to get dressed now, and might as well be comfortable if she's going to be sitting around the house all night. "Oh well, whats another month anyway?" She asked herself in a huff. "No point getting worked up over it. Besides, its not like its defintely going to be that long before I can watch Carol anyway." Her door opened a little and her mothers head came into view, "Whats all that noise in here?" "I was just changing pants mom, everything is fine, thanks." She knew that she barely bumped anything, let alone made a sound. Just an excuse for her paranoid mother to stick her head in her room and get involved with everything in the house. "Oh, while i've got you, Mrs. Peters called it turns out that Mr. P has to work tonight, so she is giving me the night off." "Great, me and you can do something, its been a long time since I had a Friday night with one of my girls." "Um, actually I thought I'd go to Lydia's to relax for a while, I haven't really seen her in a few weeks since her job started." Coming up with the first excuse not to be home with her mother, that she could. "You know, she has been so busy applying to colleges and working we've kinda fallen out of touch." "Oh, well thats fine, just let me know when and where you'll be please, you know I worry." "Oh I know you do." She rolled her eyes without thinking. "This how we're going to start off today?" She gave her daughter a baleful look. "We've been doing really well lately Rachel, I'd hate to get back into trading words with you again." "Sorry mom, its just I could've used the money from watching Carol, and its got my nerves bunched." She replied, knowing full well it wasn't the money that had her worked up. "But you're right, I love you." "Love you too, let me know what you decide to do." And she abruptly closed the door as she finished her sentence. She threw her head backwards and onto her pillow and huffed. "Ugh, what am I gonna do. I've got to get out of this house." Her door cracked again, and she found herself even less pleased the second time her mom's head came into view. "I forgot to mention, a lady called earlier just before you woke up and told me to give you her number. I didn't catch her name, or maybe I did and forgot it, either way, her number is on the fridge next to the phone." "She say what she wanted?" "I didn't ask, but she seemed very sweet, and said she had run into you at the grocery store about a week ago." "I don't remember giving out our number at a store..." And tried to think back to the last time she'd even been out to a grocery store. "Either way, she called, I messaged, mission accomplished." Her mother gave her a little smile and closed the door again. Rachel rolled off her bed and onto her feet. Catching a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror as she did. Rachel stood about 5'5 and was rather slender even for a girl of 18 (almost 19, she often reminded herself.) Her light brown hair reached the middle of her back, and she often let it do just that. Even a pony tail was a pain not worth dealing with now that she wasn't getting dressed for school daily. Her breasts, not large, but in fact, she was rather pleased at their size. Any larger and they wouldn't look proportional, and any smaller and she would feel like less of a girl. She stopped and walked closer to the mirror to get a look at her face, which she had never been satisfied with. Her eyes, which were complimented by everyone who passed by her, were a saphire blue with flakes of green at the edges of her iris, stared at her nose and mouth. "I hate my teeth, wish it wasn't weird to be toothless or I'd have done it." She said to herself dramatically. She ran her first two fingers over her front teeth, which were of an average size, but to the owner of those teeth a bane, and closed her mouth to look back at her nose. Small and narrow with a tiny gem set in her left nostril. She had bought the piercing with money she had gotten watching Carol, her mother hated it, but its one of the only things she had bought with the money she was saving, and rather liked it herself. She walked out of her room and passed Brittany's door, it was slightly cracked (probably her mother's doing) and glanced in. Brittany had her headphones in and was fixing her hair in the standing mirror. She had always been jealous of Brittany's hair, it fell in short waves and always seemed to stay where she put it (not like Rachel's that flew around whether the wind was blowing or not.) Brittany wasn't any smaller than her sister despite the three year difference, but Brittany had grown quickly and stopped abruptly about three months ago. Britt caught a glance of her sister in the mirror, and waved with a goofy smile on her face, half wording the words to whatever song she was listening to. Rachel smiled and gave her a nod, then continued on the way back to the kitchen. She cracked open a box of lucky charms, and not bothering to grab anything else proceded to munch by the handful while approching the fridge. She snatched the note out from under the magnet her mother had placed. The half eaten box of cereal she placed on the table, and with her other hand she pulled the phone off the cradle. "Woman writes like a doctor," she mumbled to herself trying to decipher her mothers chicken scratch. "pretty sure thats a nine and not a four." Dialing as she spoke. It rang just long enough for Rachel to think of hanging up when a voice answered. "Hello?" A kid crying in the background, "Give me just a second I'm sorry" "K, not a problem." Wondering who this lady is, and briefly thinking how rude it is to answer the phone and tell whomever it is to wait before even hearing their voice. The crying faded to the background and she heard a door shut as though she had left the room. "Sorry for that, Tyler has been a real handful today. Rachel right?" "Yes mam, and I'm sorry to call and ask, but who is this again?" "Oh! Pardon me, I guess I didn't tell your mom much, not even sure I gave her my name, but this is Janice Needle. I met you outside of the Wal Mart and you helped me with my groceries and carrying Tyler to the car during one of his fits." Remembering all at once, Rachel felt like an idiot, she hadn't been to a store in a while, she and Lydia had been meeting some friends outside Wal Mart five or six days ago and she had seen this lady having quite a time balancing her kid and seven bags of food in two hands and a foot. "Yes, I remember you, how are you doing?" "Been one of those days, but recently it always seems to be. I've got to get back to Tyler real quick, and I know this is incredibly short notice, but I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight?" She seemed out of breath. Rachel held her breath, she remembered mentioning to this lady that she watched kids and gave her number to her without thinking about what watching a child like Tyler could really entail. "Um, actually my plans just canceled a bit ago, what did you need?" 'I really hope I don't regret this' repeated in her mind about five times before the lady interrupted her train of thought. "Well I was thinking of taking some time away from my angel," she said with an air of sarcasm, "and was thinking that maybe you'd like to make some money tonight." "Do you have a time in mind?" "Um, maybe five? I was going to go over to a friend of mine's house and have a few drinks. Thought I might stay the night over there if you were comfortable watching him all night, and a bit in the morning Saturday." An entire night? A whole night all to herself in a house? She almost screamed with delight. "I've got nothing going on all weekend Mrs... I'm sorry what was your last name again?" Come on, don't screw this up forgeting the lady's name, she thought. "Needle, and you can just call me Janice if its easier. And you say you've got nothing to do all weekend?" "I'll call you Mrs. N if thats alright, and yep, I'm free and clear." "Fantasic!" She sounded ready to explode with delight herself. "Let me get you the address to here real quick and I'll see you in an hour or so?" "Sounds awesome Mrs. N" and it did sound quite amazing. Chapter 2. Sweet Release She had been waiting patiently for Tyler to stop crying and go to sleep. He was three years old, way to old to be screaming like he does when put to bed. But his mother says she had been sleeping with him next to her up until a month or two ago, and she never leaves without him except in emergencies, so this was apt to be a bit difficult for Rachel. "I'll be fine, trust me, I've dealt with all kinds." Giving her a wink as she said it. "Thank you again so much," Mrs. Needle said, and you could tell she really meant it. "If you need anything my number is on the fridge. There is everything you'll need for him in his room, I bought an extra pack of diapers so there would be no chance of running out, and there is plenty of food for both of you in the kitchen. "I'm gonna run, thank you thank you thank you!" And with that she gave her a hug and was out the door. That was close to four hours ago, and she was wondering if Tyler was ever going to shut up. As if by some sort of psychic magic, the crying begin to dull, then all together stop. Rachel got up from the living room and creeped back towards Tyler's room to see if she could hear anything from him. She peered in the crack she left in his door, and caught him fast asleep. "Ugh, finally," she whispered. And opened the door to his room a little more so she could slip in. She walked over to the far wall where she had left the pack of diapers and pulled several out of the pack and tucked them under her arm, grabbed his wipes from off the dresser and started back towards the door. She didn't know if they were going to fit her, but he was a big boy, heavy for his age and he was really close to four, so she thought she had a chance. Avoiding the bathroom for the last two hours had been hard, but she wanted the first release she had had in a month to be amazing. By the time she had made it back to the living room, she was sure she wasn't going to make it. She dropped the diapers and wipes from under her arm directly on the floor, and started to undress. Roughly throwing her pants onto the couch, she struggled with her pink panties (plain, but with a little bow on the front, one of her favorite pair just cause they were so close to a little girls.) finally dropping them to her ankles. Her bare sex freshly shaven (she spent extra time at home making sure that everything was very smooth.) she ran her hand over it before dropping to her back on the floor with one of his diapers in her hand (the others she brought, close by just in case his didn't fit.) She opened his diaper up and smelled it before lining it up with her narrow waist and under her petite bottom. She just fastened the tapes up when she felt it spill from her like a glass of water off a table. The warm puddle forming under her was almost too much to bare, and she began to shudder with excitment and pleasure. Her hand dropped to in between her legs and began rubbing before she even knew what she was doing. She pulled herself into a sitting position with her back against a stranger's couch, and ran her fingers deep into the plush of the toddler's diaper. Feeling the warmth through her freshly wet diaper sent her into another spiral of excitment, and she began to rub more intensly. By the time she finished wetting, her right hand had found its way inside the top of diaper and to her soft mound. She budded her clit with the tip of her middle finger while her index worked its way back in and out of her vagina. She came much quicker than she had intended, but always did whenever she had a moment as grand as this. She stopped herself from pushing it any further, knowing that she would want to do this several times more tonight, and didn't want to wear herself out at the very first wetting. She didn't move at all for several minutes except to apply pressure to the front of her diaper with her palm. Causing a small moan to escape her lips and her entire body to shift forward out of her control. When the shudder began to subside, Rachel looked down. She wasn't surprised to see she had leaked a little, and could see the warm lines of pee, that had begun to feel cooler on her legs, running from the sides and inside of the diaper, off her legs, and onto the floor. She lifted her butt to survey the damage to the carpet. "A couple of drops, nothing to worry about at all." She said a bit relieved (in more ways than one.) If she hadn't been leaking she would have stayed in that diaper for as long as she could before having to go again, but as it was she figured she had better get herself changed and into something dry. She loved changing her diaper almost as much as wetting one. She laid back down on her back, carefully skirting her hair away from the few drops that had been in the carpet, and pulled her knees up. She sat for just a moment longer enjoying the feeling of warm wet pee on her mound before realizing if she stayed that way any longer she would probably relapse into another state of excitement. And proceded to unfasten the tapes on the sides, first the right, then the left. The pee didn't have time to smell, but it certainly changed the color of the fluff in the center of the child's diaper. The urine stained the leak guards a light yellow, but everything in the middle was practically a neon. The warmth around her crotch quickly cooled as the air hit her naked sex, the chill that was sent down her spine reminded her of jumping into a pool. She gently opened the container of wipes and regarded her legs and crotch with a gentleness of someone who had done this many times before (even though this was probably only her ninth or tenth time she'd ever had a chance.) When she was done cleaning the urine from her soft mound, she wiped her bottom a bit, and threw the used wipe in between her legs and onto the diaper. She pulled the used butt pillow (a way she liked to think about it) away from her, and rolled it up, making sure to tape the sides so that the wet would stay on the inside. She had made the mistake of closing it wrong the first time and when she had packed up and put the diaper in her book bag, her books had squeezed pee into her homework. Of course, this time she was babysitting an actual baby, and could just throw away the diaper in the diaper genie, his mother would never know the difference between hers and his. "Dis is dunna be great!" She said in a baby voice she liked to talk to herself in, and unfolded another diaper. "Me neva dit to do dis twice." She lifted her bottom back into the air and placed the diaper underneathe. "Aw, doodies! I dunnot have no poof!" Refering to baby powder. She jumped up off the floor, leaving the diaper where it was, and ran off to Tyler's room, naked except for her shirt. She checked the crack to make sure he was still sleeping (as if seeing her naked would give away everything) and slipped in to grab the powder from the dresser. He stirred a bit and she flinched, and then relaxed, realizing there wasn't anything that would happen if he woke short of having to put him back down. (Though it would definitely keep her from her fun, for a bit.) She walked over to his bed, and pulled his sheets up over his shoulder, assuming he might be cold, and caught a whiff of what he had left for her to deal with in the morning. "Pe-ew, dat a 'tinky baby." She whispered. Leaving his room, and making sure to keep the door cracked a bit, she gladly held up his baby powder. "Poof! Poof!" Squeezing the powder a little and watching the white mist float and disappear, proclaiming in the meantime "Poof!" She made it back to the living room and dropped to her hands and knees crawling to where she had left the diaper, and climbed on top of it. She took a little powder in one hand and rubbed it gently all over her crotch, making sure to get her butt and vagina very well. With that done, she closed the diaper and fastened the tapes. She plopped up on the couch wondering what to do next, and flipped the television on, and turned the volume down. Tyler had Veggie Tales blasting when last the tv was on, so it startled her at first. Usually she only had enough time in a babysitting night to wear and wet a diaper once, but tonight she kept thinking of all the time she had. "What am I going to do? I always dream of being able to wear one for a while, but now that I get to, I'm lost. Blah." Tired of sitting and thinking of what she would do, she decided at least she could get something to drink and fill herself for another release. Remembering Tyler had a sippy cup in his room she ran down the hall to get it for herself. She slipped in his room and grabbed it up, catching another brief smell of his dirty diaper. "I wonder if I should wake him and change that, I'd hate for him to sleep in that all night." She spoke to herself. Decided against it, and ran back towards the kitchen. Opening the cabinets to find a clean lid (Tyler had eaten chicken nuggets that night and she could clearly see the crumbs he left on the lid) she spotted a large bib next to his cups. "I could use that, but I'd have to wash it, not really worth my time." So she snagged a spare sippy lid and shut the door without another thought. She filled up her sippy with apple juice, and brought the rest of the bottle with her into the living room, cause she knew one glass wasn't going to get her even close to wet the way she liked it. Shrinking back into the corner of the couch, she watched some television. Three sippy cups full of apple juice and an hour later, she felt a need to go again. She didn't want to go immediately just in case it was only a little bit, what she really wanted was that exploding orgasm like she had the first time. She knew it wouldn't be as amazing, cause it had been a month before that time, but she didn't want to sell the second one short just cause it had been a little while ago. She decided to peek in at Tyler and make sure he was okay, and thought that maybe walking around the house for a second would make her have to go a little more. She pushed the crack in his door open a little wider and the smell hit her immediately. "He must've blown out that diaper, ugh! Its gonna be every where." She walked over to him, and the mound of poop had begun to force its way out of his diaper, but he hadn't made a mess of anything other than himself. She laid out a changing pad on the floor, and careful not to wake him too much, lifted him out of bed. Tyler squalled a bit, and then slipped back into a semi sleep when she laid him down on the pad. "I wonder what that feels like..." and pushed the front of his diaper in a bit to feel the resistance. "Ew, I don't think I'd like it very much." But in the back of her mind, she thought 'but I like the way a diaper feels, and the first time I thought about that it was gross too.' Pulling the tapes as quietly as she could, she gently opened his diaper. The smell by this time had calmed down a bit and she was getting used to it. "Ugh, its all over everything, there is no way I'm gonna get you clean without waking you up all the way." and she went to work. Cleaning him up was for the most part uneventful. Lifting his butt into the air was what she was most worried about, but it was the cold wipes that almost woke him up. When he was all clean she padded his butt with another pillow, and laid him back down. Her need to pee had grown and grown in the mean time, but while wearing a diaper in front of him hadn't seemed weird at all, wetting one felt funny to her. As soon as she cracked the door and headed down the hallway she got amped up. She dropped to the floor in front of the tv and threw her hair out of her face. She looked down at the diaper, this time she wanted to watch it change color from start to finish. The warm flow began much slower this time, and her hand was already in place to feel the pee hit the front of the diaper. Beads of sweat already started on her forehead and the back of her neck in anticipation for the coming storm. Her back arched as she applied pressure to the front of her diaper, the warmth spreading quickly from the front of her flowing vagina down to the crack of her butt. Without waiting until she was done, she thrust her hand into the front of the already yellow diaper. She felt the urine in between her fingers and found her love button already tingling. She had barely begun to slip her fingers in and out of herself again before she burst into another series moans. Her clit was on fire with passion and even the smallest touch forced her entire body forward, arching into her hand, thrusting back and forth. She had stopped wetting, and was fully involved in pleasing herself now. Her butt sliding to and fro, forcing every bit of urine into all the parts of the diaper. She could feel herself reaching her climax, and though she wanted this to last, she couldn't stop herself from moving her fingers. Searching and moving faster and faster within her own body, the sweat building on her, heating the room as her temperature rised. When she came she had to cover her face with a cushion from the couch to keep from screaming out. Afraid of waking Tyler, or even having a neighbor hear her passion. She fell back onto the couch, shaking and vibrating, the tendrils of heat falling back from her as the cool air had begun to affect her again. Still her hand never left her over soaked mound. Gently pressing on her clitoris, fingers still slipping in and out of herself keeping a taste of what she had just done. Still she moaned lightly, feeling the pressure and heat begin to build again. Faster and harder, softer and slower, trying once more to find the chemistry that would make her vagina come to a head. Her hair dampening as the sweat began to roll down her body again, she felt herself arching again, her instincts taking over. Back and forth again she rocked, in and out of herself, feeling every inch of her loveliness in her own hands. She cried out once more, having been gripping the couch's pillow in her left hand still, she threw it in front of her face, and had to bite down this time to keep in all in. Another warm flow spilled from her sex, this time there was much less, and sticky. She grabbed the wipes and checked the sides of the diaper to make sure she hadn't made a mess and leaked on the carpet again. "No leaks this time, guess it wasn't as much." She said in between gasps. She laid on her back, her knees in the air once more, and unfastened the tapes holding the soggy diaper to her small hips. When she pulled the front of the moist wrap away from her mound, the cold hit her quickly. Still a little tingly, she gently cleaned her region with the baby wipes making sure to get the warm urine and sticky cum off of herself. She lifted her butt, and ran her fingers through her crack, and wiped both lobes of her rump. Once more she threw the dirty cloth in between her legs and onto the child's diaper, pulling it away from her crotch. She rolled it up, making sure again to tape the edges so the moist diaper didn't leak. Laying naked on the floor, she looked up at the clock to see what time it was. "One in the morning! Man I wish this night would never end, and now its already over." Thinking to herself that she could probably wet one more time. "Alright, I'll call it a night at four, that should give me enough time for one more good soak." She grabbed one of her diapers this time, they weren't as tight on her as Tyler's toddler diapers, and they were really pull ups, but she liked the velcro sides, and the pink princesses on the front didn't hurt her feelings for them either. "I'll have to remember to take this one with me, she'll definitly wonder why there is a pull up in her diaper genie." She put both her feet in the holes and pulled them up onto her hips. She liked the loose feel a little, but was worried with how much she had been peeing tonight that she might leak a little. "If it feels like alot, I'll just put another one on over this, or sit on a towel or something." Her stomach growled a bit, and she felt it cramp her bowels. It had been at seven or so that her and Tyler ate, and he had already pooped in his diaper. While normally she wouldn't have a need to poop, she would also have already been asleep at home. She thought briefly about whether or not she wanted to try to poop in her diaper, and the thought passed through her like water. "No way, that smell is too much. Besides, I don't think its worth the clean up it would take. Peeing is much easier." She got up to go to the bathroom, feeling the need to poop come to rest much closer to her anus now. Chapter 3. Unexpected Surprise On her way down the hallway, she took a look inside Tyler's room. His thumb deep in his mouth, and his eyes were tightly shut. She could see his body rising and falling with his breath, and so she went back to the hall. She walked toward the bathroom, and flicked the light on. She sat down on the toliet with her pull up still around her waist. "I could try it, its not like I can't just jump in the shower if its awful." She coaxed herself. "It might be better than peeing ever dreamed of being, and when I pushed the front of his diaper, I loved that feeling of resistance." She climbed into the bath tub and squated down on her feet. The need to poop had relaxed a little bit, and she was worried she wasn't going to get the chance to do this at all. But when she strained a little and started to push, it started to come. She began to slow down so if she didn't like it she could stop, but before she had a chance, it all let out of her. The warm load made its way into the back of her pull up, not slowing at all when it hit the resistance of the wall of fluff. It worked its way through her crack and towards her sex. Meanwhile she had begun to wet a bit, when the warm urine met with the hot mess in the middle of her pull up, she didn't know what to think. She stopped pooping as quickly as she started, unsure of what to think or feel, sitting crouched in a bathtub. She didn't smell anything yet, and was trying to move her butt left to right to see how the poop felt in her diaper. She liked it. It was a little bit greasy, and reminded her of sitting in a mud puddle as a child. She relaxed, and let the rest of the load work its way out of her. She grunted a little, and a small fart escaped her. This last part made her giggle, and when she started to laugh, the pee came again. She strained to get the last of it out, and could feel the mess work its way all the way up to her moist vagina. Her hand went straight to her crotch again, and started to press. She grabbed the back of her pull up with her left hand and felt the bulge pressing hard against her anus. She was rocking back and forth again, before she realized it. She pressed with both hands on her pull up, in the front and back, and felt the warmth spread to fill every inch of the pull up. The princess image in the front began to leak from the sides, she felt it, but didn't care at all. Her body moved on its own will as her excitment began to paramount. She tried to adjust the way she was crouching, and her foot slipped in the urine that had fallen to the tub. Before she could get a good grip, she had landed on her butt. Hot pee flew from the front of the diaper, and she could feel the warm mess press deeply into her anus and vagina. A large amount, she could feel, had escaped from the top and sides of the diaper. Normally she would have freaked out, but the thought of getting messy never seemed so appealing. Her right hand, having never let go of the front of her pull up, sped up its rubbing. Squishing, and pressing the warm goo deep into herself. She saw the side of the tub, and thrust her leg over the side, straddling it with both hands in front of her. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her entire mound deep into the wall. The beads of sweat and heat already working their way down her neck and back. Her hands were a mess of poop and urine as she looked down, and a smile creeped up on her face. She rammed her right hand into the front of her diaper, rubbing every inch of her sex with her fingers. After the second time she had come tonight, she knew she was done for the night. But she was very wrong. Once more she came quicker than she ever had before. She didn't have time to stiffle the scream that ran from her lips, and by the time she had caught up with it, the moans were just as loud. She pulled her hand from within her diaper, and grabbed the front again, rubbing as she pulsed her body into the side of the tub some more. Again she came, screaming, this time not caring at all. Her body trembled, and fell sideways into the mess she had made in the tub. She ripped her shirt off over her head, and grabbed her breasts with her left hand, pinching and squeezing her nipples. She rubbed fanatically for what seemed like a lifetime before she began to slow at all. Cuming and cuming over and over, better than any orgasm she had ever had before. Her body a wet mess in a stranger's tub, shaking and moaning, wishing she had the potential for more and more. She tried to relax her body and hands, and found herself unable to stop her body from moving forward in its natural rhythm. Her breathing slowed, and her body finally relaxed as she laid back in the tub. Looking around her, she could see the mess that she had made. Messy finger prints, and rub marks from her filthy pull up marked the tub in what appeared to be a random order, but she could mark every moment, and every move that she had made. The smell didn't bother her in the least though it was potent. She was exhausted from the entire day, but the end of it was what set her into the lulled and apathetic mode she was in now. "Me dun no wanna move." She said falling back into the baby talk. "Dis da bes' day eva." She sat for a while looking around and feeling her messy pull up over and over again fighting the urge to have another go around with herself. Finally she leaned forward, and began the clean up. She grabbed the velcro tabs on the side of the pull up and ripped them free, opening the front of the diaper, and exposing her woman hood. The heat from her self inflicted passion had warmed the room, leaving no worry about a cold blast of air. Her eyes swam over her vagina and legs, investigating the mess and seeing what damage she had inflicted to the diaper itself. She rolled the brown and yellow rag into a ball, and wadded up some toliet paper to place it on the ground. She looked over the side of the tub, and saw that her moment of glory had expanded beyond the reach of the shower by about a foot, and thought, "this is gonna be a fun clean up, maybe next time I should slow down." She threw her shirt out of the bath tub, and turned the shower on. Startled by the cold at first, then gradually it warmed. She took special care of her vagina, as she had been told that leaving it messy with anything (much less feces) could cause an infection. And washed everything off of her, making sure she washed her hair twice, just in case she missed something. The last thing she wanted was poop in her hair. The tub was easy enough to clean with the shower head, "Thank god she has a hand held, or this would've been a pain in the butt to clean up." Most of what had fallen out of the diaper was wet mush, so it washed down the drain with ease. After the tub was clean she set to work on the area around, from the tub it looked like it was going to be a real issue, but a few paper towels, and a baby wipe or two later, it looked like it did before her fantasy. "Finally, its got to be close to dawn by now." She stepped out into the hallway, heading back towards the living room, grabbed her panties and slipped them on, and snagged up her back pack. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed up a few plastic bags, and made her way back to the bath. She put the filthy pull up in the bag, and took a long look at her shirt. The tail of it was covered with poop from falling on her butt in the tub. "Oh well, its not gonna wash out." And she put it in the bag too. She tied it off well, and stuffed the bag into two more bags, so you couldn't see inside, and so the smell didn't waft out at all. She grabbed another shirt from her back pack and put it on, and put her pants from the living room back on. When she had all the evidence cleaned up from her little adventure she took the bag with her messy shirt and butt pillow to the garbage outside, and stuffed it at the very bottom of the fullest can. "Still not light outside, might get a decent sleep after all." She walked back in and looked at the clock, and saw it was only three. "Thank you very much," she said with a smile on her face. She laid out on the couch, and fell into a deep sleep without a single thought. Chapter 4. There is Always a Butt Tyler's cookie crumbs bounced off her face, tickling her cheeks and nose. She brushed them off, and with a yawn, awoke to a new day. Looking down at him from her spot on the couch, "Good morning pookie, how was your night?" "Good, Danks!" He responded, dropping cookies from both his hands and his mouth. "Glad to hear it, you 'sposed to have cookies for breakfast?" "Dis is lunch!" "Well what did you have for breakfast?" "Tookies" "Ha, well I guess I can't blame you, I'd eat them for both too if I had them available." Tyler handed what was left of the crumbling cookies to her, "Here!" "Thanks, so much, I don't know what I would do without you looking out for my health." She said as she rolled her eyes. After her eyes made a full rotation, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Only eight huh? Not much for sleeping eh Tyler?" "Nope! I got toys." "Well least you're in high spirits," She grabbed him up and checked his diaper, fully soaked, "and a wet diaper. Lets get you changed and cleaned up. I don't know when your mom is gonna be here, and I'd like you to look like I've been taking care of at least the outside of you, if I can't give you something good to eat." Tyler in her arms, she carried him to his bedroom and laid him out on the changing pad she had left there the night before. A new diaper in her hand she pulled the tabs on his old one and lifted his butt up. Cleaned him down with a wipe, and laid him back on a new one. "There, feel a little better?" "Yep!" "Awesome," she heard her cell phone ringing from her back pack, and went to get it, leaving Tyler on the pad to do as he pleased. She glanced at the name and saw it was Mrs. Needle. "Hey Mrs. N, how was your night?" "Too good, I suspect, don't want to leave. Haha. How is Tyler doing?" "Fantastic, didn't have a single problem, short of crying himself to sleep. But even that he handled pretty well." She said laughing a bit herself. "Glad to hear it, I'll be home in about an hour if thats not a problem?" "Not at all, everything is clean and ready for you when you get here." "Thanks so much again Rachel, see you soon. Bye." "Bye." Rachel closed the phone, and went back to the room with Tyler, who had gotten busy digging through his toy chest picking out all the action figures he could find. "Your mommy is on her way buddy, you want to grab a bath before she gets here?" "No bath. Wanna play?" Laughing she said, "Um, no, but nice subject change. Wasn't really a question Tyler, lets get you clean." And she grabbed him up from behind. They walked down the hall to the bathroom. She laid a towel on the toliet and pulled off his diaper, throwing it in the bin below the sink. She turned on the water, remembering this time how cold it would be to start, and plugged the drain. "You like bubbles?" "Yes Yes! Can I have spidersmans?" Smiling she said, "Yes, but be quick or all the bubbles will pop before you and him get back." And he ran back to his room. She sat next to the tub thinking back to last night, and how amazing this little room had been to her. "I really hope she asks me to do something like this again, I can't believe how amazing it was. No way I'd ever be able to get away with something like that at my house. I wouldn't even get the diaper on good before my mom busted in to see if I was doing something I shouldn't be. Haha, which I guess she'd be right about." Tyler came back holding Spiderman in both hands in front of him like he was flying. "Alright buddy, hop in, you and the spider." Tyler threw Spiderman in the tub, and Rachel lifted him in right behind him. Soon as he touched the water he dunked his head underneathe to find the web slinger so he wouldn't be alone above the water. Rachel got him cleaned up, unfortuntely the 'no tears' shampoo was out, so she had to make do with some Herbal Essences, which of course, caused some tears. After he was squeeky, she dried him off and made back for Tyler's bed room. On the way, she heard the front door open. "And thats your mommy, right in time. We're back here Mrs. N!" She yelled down the hall. Rachel laid him back down on the pad and threw a fresh diaper on him, and a shirt from his dresser, and went to go see Janice. "There's my sweet boy!" Janice said lifting him out of Rachel's arms. "Wow, i've never seen him so happy after a babysitter before." "Like I said, I've seen all kinds. He really was no trouble at all, I kind of enjoyed the entire night." Rachel said smiling, thinking of way more than just watching Tyler all night. "Well I can't thank you enough for everything you did, and on such short notice, the house looks as good as when I left it, and Tyler seems happier." Janice said with a smile on her face. "But I wanted to ask, do you think you could come back later tonight? Only if you're free I mean, I don't want to wreck any plans you might have." "Oh no mam, you wouldn't be wrecking anything. As a matter of fact, it sure would beat anything that I would have planned anyway." The smile on her face surely showed how happy she was about the idea.