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  1. Dan was 16. His mom had remarried and had triplets. She was heading out for the day, leaving Dan in charge. She wanted him to prove he was responsible enough. He hadn't had a good week at school and now was his chance to make up for it. His younger siblings were almost 3 and attempting to potty train. No such luck though. Dan would have to change a lot of diapers. Something he'd not got much experience with. It's Saturday morning. 8am and Dan was woken by his mom.
  2. Healing wounds

    Hi this will be different to most stories here I think and I would like to emphasize that there will be no "daddy" role here I will try to keep it as "realistic" as possible with the hope that people like this do exist out there . Wetting diapers etc will be plenty humiliation and abuse however only in flashbacks hope you will like it ps sorry for the bad English Court house ND Sunday 4:30 pm fall Chris Reynolds sat on a bench looking at the kid questioned by the judge . "My god " - he thought - "how did this ever happen. 2 months ago someone would have told me I have a kid running around I would have laughed . But this is insane. This can't even be happening ." He was mad. At whom he wasn't sure . Himself ? He should have made sure that 1 time before he enlisted with his childhood sweetheart didn't lead to anything . But really what guy keeps track of what happened to a girl he dated when he was 17? His fathers family ? Well all they ever did was lie. So he found out when he turned 18 and his long dead mother showed up at his boot camp. Patricia ? She could have bothered to tell him she was pregnant with his child ! Sure she was only 16 and probably under the influence of his family . The thoughts raced through his mind but something in the sadness of the brown eyes of that child wouldn't let go of him . He can't be a father, he never wanted to be one. He had his carrier succeful actor. Hollywood loved him . This could easily ruin him. His lawyer , also one of his closest friends told him that the minute the paternity test came back positive . But still something in him just couldn't sit there and watch. He knew if he wouldn't do something he will never live with himself . " I m sorry your honor , but maybe I have a better solution " - he stood up looking at the woman in the cape who looked rather annoyed than happy he disrupted her sentencing . "What the hell are you doing ?! Are you crazy sit the hell down " - Theo wishpered angrily , his loyal lawyer who sat quietly by his side tried to pull him back down to the bench but he wouldn't budge . "Yes Mr Reynolds ? What solution is that you claim to have for us " the woman's voice was rather strained but Chris was not the type to break a sweat over a woman's annoyance , no matter her status. " with all the respect he is barely 13 even detention centers require the minimum age of 14 . I m not saying he didn't commit crimes he should be punished for . But he is just a child . And all of this is more the systems fault and mine than his . " "So you are blaming the system for the fact that a 13 year old stole money disrupted someone's home and ..." "no your honor I m not just blaming the system I m also blaming myself but with all due the respect calling the police on a child looking for his mother is hardly disrupting a property " " so you are a lawyer as well now mister Reynolds as you seem so familiar with the laws " " no your honor I m not all I m saying simply is that I don't find the current solution of sending a child to a severe detention center because the system is over loaded . And that sentence is one that I m sure the appeal we will file won't agree with it " "appeal ? What are you talking about ? You can't threaten a judge you are out of your mind !" - Theo jumped to his feet "alright I will allow that however like I said I have no alternative " - the judge sighed though looked as if she rather sentence him too to prison " I think you will find there is. Release him to my custody " silence fell upon the court room . The judge studied the man standing before her . Determined for sure . Theo looked as if he couldn't believe what Chris just said . The kid turned his tear stricken face towards the man he for a few weeks now known is his biological father . "Release him to your custody ?" - the judge repeated as if retarically " my parental rights have never been revoked nor have I ever given them up. The social services did a complete background check I m sure it's in the files" the judge turned some papers infront of her unwillingly and had to agree . There was no reason the man couldn't get at least temporary custody over the child . And she had to agree releasing a child to the custody of a parent would seem much less harsh than back to detention where by law he would only be sent to under special Circumstances under which no empty beds in children's home not exactly fell under. "Your honor , this child is not a simple case " - Katherine the social worker spoke up in clear dislike " he can not just be released into a hands of a man who never had a child before and has absolutely no qualification to deal with a child with these behavioral problems " "I m sorry so my lack of parental experience should be compensated by locking him up in a closed facility where you send teenagers who murdered people ?" "Alright alright that's enough ! " the judge spoke up " I want order in my court room . God what a mess this is ! Alright alright let it be . I will allow a probation period . But if he gets into anymore trouble with the law it is straight detention ! " " I find that very reasonable your honor . Thank you " Chris smiled at the judge as he sat back down next to Theo who buried his head in his hands. " well I don't find this reasonable at all ! - Kathrine spoke up angrily -" he has been moved through 2 homes and 3 foster families and a detention center ! How exactly do you think you could control him ?! "- then with a smirk she added - " have you even changed a diaper in your life mr Reynolds ? Because in case you haven't noticed that is 1 more thing your son can not control " Chris felt his temper rise as he saw his sons face turning from pale to beet red. It wasn't hard to tell he was indeed wearing" protection" . But clearly announcing that out loud made him increadbly uncomfortable . " I will assure you ms Jenkins I have handled a lot worse serving in a war." Chris said in a measured voice "that is enough ! I m releasing Christian Patrick West to your custody . I want social services to reevaluate this arrangengment in a month I m sure you can handle that ms Jenkins with your superiors . Well good luck . Court adjourned ! " "do you have any idea what you have just done ?! "- Theo asked in an angry whisper. "This could ruin your entire carrier !" "Shut up Theo for real " Chris wishpered back as he made his way towards Katherine and his son . There was something about those brown eyes he couldn't quite make out . He seen it before overseas , fear . The child was clearly scared . Katrine looked clearly angry. She didn't seem to like him since the moment he wanted to get visitation rights. "Alright well I m all ears please do tell me how to proceed . " Chris said though politely but his glance which caught hers was rather self assured . Christian or Tee as every1 called him stood next to them rather uncomfortable . Uncomfortable for several reasons . He was going to have to go and stay with a man he didn't really know but his size and strength predicted nothing good from his experience . Secondly he had to stand by and listen to his social worker go into embarrassing details of his problems. 1 of which he was experiencing on his own skin . The cloth diapers he was wearing were soaked by now uncomfortably cold too as they clung to his skin . Chris stood and pretended to patiently listen to the seemingly endless list of behavioral problems out of which bed wetting lying shoplifting were only a few to mention but hard to really believe when looking down at the child infront of him . He hasn't entered the rapid have of puberty yet based on his height . He seemed much more like a child than a teenager. " Alright then Wednesday after school we will be at the family sevices center" Chris sealed the conversation smiling . Katherine shook his hand unwillingly . " let's go then" - Chris turned to Tee laying 1 hand over his shoulder strearing him out of the court house towards the parking lot . As he touched him he felt him quivering . Tee was surprised by the tone. Chris's voice was pleasant as if this would be normal . No one used that tone with him. Not without that strange gleam in the eyes before the belt hit him or something even worse. But when he glanced up quickly Chris's eyes looked though a bit warn out but no sign of malice. Car ride Sunday later Tee was hunched up on the back seat Chris occasionally glanced back and the feeling of a new unknown pain hit him every time he did . What could have that kid been put through to be desperate enough to steal and set out on his own to find his mother . How heartless can a mother be to call the cops on her own child ? Did he really misjudge characters so badly ? For a moment he got worried . He was sure Patricia was his first real love but now it seemed evident she never loved him if she had how could she treat his child like that . But if he was so wrong judging her and his fathers family for so long could he possibly be wrong about Tee? Maybe the reports are correct and he only seems lost hurt and innocent ? - so now what is the plan ? - Theo asked rather cynically starring straight ahead from the passenger seat and though he didn't look at him Chris felt his anger Chris glanced to the backseat and though saw no reaction from Tee but he was sure he was listening to every word . - well getting late so I guess we could pretty much call it a night - Theo snorted in anger but Chris wouldn't let that interrupt him - I guess pizza will do for dinner ? - no one seemed to answer so he went on - alright then pizza it is . But first I think we will have to make a stop as the car stopped the sign medical supply store seemed to twinkle in bright yellow like the starts in the sky . For a minute none of them moved . Chris and Theo exchanged glances . Theos seemed to say well this was your brilliant idea then go figure it out . Chris took a deep breath before slowly turning to the back seat - I don't suppose you know what size you ... Need Tee didn't look up just shook his head in defeat . He knew what was coming next . He lived through the humiliation of "supply" shopping with his previous families . Though it was done by the women he didn't think the next 10 minutes to even over an hour would be any less humiliating than it was then . Especially since now he was a teenager rather than a child . ... To be continued ( if anyone is interested )
  3. Dan was 12yrs old, he was an only child with a mom who gave him everything, but something was about to change in his life. Unbeknown to him, his mom was engaged to someone, and it was the dad of a boy at his school, someone whom he knew because this boy was a target of constant bullying, and it was because he was known by the main bullies in school because he still wore diapers. Dan didn't do the bullying, he just went along with it, his mom had no idea, but this was soon to change... he didn't really know the boy, he only saw his friends teasing him. But he was about to find out that things were about to change.
  4. A good pull up

    I have ultra super thick plastic backed gallon drinking diapers, I have midway diapers like abena L4s, and northshore supreme. What im missing is something I can throw on quickly and rely on like a medium duty diaper. Anyone here a pull up conisour that can help me make a decision?
  5. A New Start 1-9 (final)

    A New Start Part 1 Love isn’t all you need… but it’s certainly a start. Cardinal Willem Luthar Flischer (1949 - ) Joshiwoo was more than a little agitated as he sat in his playpen pushing the toy plastic train around and around. The soft vinyl mattress he was playing on had got a few ‘hills’ and ‘dales’ for him to at least make his choo-choo sounds a little different as the train climbed up and down its enclosed plastic domain. His own plastic pants, with the multi-teddy bear motif that encased his thick disposable, crinkled as he crawled around and was a nice accompaniment to the tinkling sounds of the overhead mobile plinking a soft nursery rhyme. His super-soft pale orange t-shirt had an image of a smiling brown and orange monkey hanging from a branch and the words ‘Lil Monkey’ written in swirling letters underneath. He was warm, he was safe and thanks to his super-thick nappy, he felt extremely secure. Sitting in one corner was his new, sparkling white, soft and smiling plushie, Snowy the polar bear. Lying quietly behind him was pink Bunny Fluffytail and his plastic T-Rex, Tex. The size of his playpen was adequate enough to contain him and his myriad of toys and fluffy creatures, and, for the last few months it had been a big part of his world. That and being looked after by ‘mummy’. The thing was he’d been on his own for some time now and was missing her. # Four months ago she had discovered an almost broken young boy on the verge of suicide and contemplating the welcoming embrace of the rail line as he stood perilously close to the edge of the bridge. He’d lost everything: His job, his home, his money and his friends. He’d got addicted to something that had changed his personality so much that no one wanted anything more to do with him – fame. Fleeting though it was, it had filled him with an attitude and a carelessness that made him believe he was indestructible (he’d not allow any reasoning voice to alter its ego-boost). He’d been stupid enough to believe his own hype and let others take care of ‘all the other stuff’. His swift rise as an eighteen year-old reality star had taken its toll on his personality, the very thing that had made him so popular in the first place. His small stature, baby face, sweet nature and a choirboy innocence (that would have let him get away with murder) had endeared him to the public consciousness whilst the show was on. However, once the show finished and the offers came flowing in; the fame and the money, the parties and the celebrity all conspired to ruin him. The newspapers were quick to castigate such a ‘nasty little upstart’ and he quickly lost all the goodwill he’d had because of a series of devastating headlines. Whoever said that any publicity was good publicity was wrong when it came to the career of Gordon ‘Little’ Littlewood. Just two years after it had started, it was over. His small stature and schoolboy looks didn’t stop the papers from holding him up to public ridicule for his drunkenness, drug abuse but the final straw had been the rape charge. Twitter, newsgroups, social media and newspapers in general became like a pack of wolves around the subject of Gordon Littlewood. After all, the news media had decided, as he was over eighteen he was targetable. The public were getting fed up with rich, young, good-looking celebs; it was time to take them down a peg or seven. There was once a time when a gentler, more forgiving, atmosphere existed in the world but nowadays it had been replaced by anger, spite and lethal vindictiveness and, if you were in their sights and vulnerable, you were eaten alive. ‘Little’ became a BIG but unedifying story for the media and anyone with an axe to grind. It hadn’t helped that his sweet personality had so rapidly changed to become unbearable and self-possessed. The sad thing for Gordon was he had nothing to back up what people had seen in him in the first place. That easy charm he’d revealed in the show was perceived (thanks to those highly defamatory articles and gossip columns) as nothing more than fake. The fact that he was once a ‘nice lad’, corrupted by fame and turned into this spiteful, self-opinionated sleaze ball, was absolutely no defence. As the papers joyously pointed out, it was easy to blame everyone else for his self-inflicted failings. The rape charge was eventually thrown out of court for ‘lack of evidence’ but he was never completely exonerated, even though most people ultimately realised the accuser was sick and had made the entire scenario up. Unfortunately, by then it was all too late and, as everything was gone; the money, the fame, the ‘friends’ (who delightedly cashed in on his celebrity) and any self-respect he once might have had departed. So, at just nineteen (almost twenty) years old he stood on the bridge wondering what life would be like dead. # The playpen was quite large and comfy as he lay listening to the plinky-plonk sound of his mobile. He hugged Bunny Fluffytail and held tightly onto his fleecy blankie, whilst gazing up at the stars and flying horses that circled over his head. The large white dummy he gently slurped on was also a comfort as he waited for mummy to come and change his soaked nappy. Earlier in the day his mummy had gently pulled him from his crib where he was all warm and sleepy and checked on his wet night time protection. She only changed him after he’d suckled on his bottle of formula and eaten the large spoon’s full of mushy Honey Oaties he enjoyed so much. He liked it when mummy changed him. She spoke such sweet words, kissed and tickled his tummy, cleaned and powdered him in such a loving way that, even when he was wrapped in his clean thick new disposable, he wanted it to continue. Thankfully, once the process was complete and mummy was happy with the way her little baby boy was dressed, she’d hug and cuddle him tightly to her bosom and rock him as she hummed a little tune. He’d close his eyes and suck on his dum-dum whilst mummy patted his well cushioned bottom as she finished her devoted morning ritual. # Gordon no longer remembered his past, all he knew was the present and the affectionate attention mummy lavished on her ‘sweetums’. In fact Gordon no longer existed, he’d become Joshua or more exactly, Joshiwoo. Yes, that’s what mummy called him: “My sweet little Joshiwoo - the sweetest of sweetums in the entire world.” He’d learned to say ‘Mummy’ but very few real words passed his lips. Gurgles and chuckles, bubbles and smiles were all mummy needed from him. He’d stretched out his hands to cup his new white bear or call for his pink rabbit and make some baby words that had entered his head but even his conversation with his toys was mainly babble. He might call out for ‘Shnowy’ or ‘Bun-bun’, he knew their names but was still learning to say them properly, but most of his vocabulary was just one word and pointing. Sometimes he’d sob a little even though he didn’t know why, but mummy came and tenderly stroked his hair or gently hugged him until whatever had caused the tears had been banished. Sometimes the snuffles were just because he was hungry, other times that he was saturated but mainly it was because he loved to have his mummy play with him. His teddy and other stuffed animals were fun and always felt nice to hug but it was mummy he liked to hug the most. She’d play with him and make noises that the animals or toys made and he’d learn from repeating mummy’s words or sounds. # Angela Epstein (nee Applegate) had been married to Doctor Joshua Epstein for two years when tragedy struck. She was just finishing her own nursing qualification when a huge accident on the fog bound M1 motorway had taken the life of her husband, which left her almost completely destroyed. The only thing that kept her going was the recent news that she was expecting her first child so devoted the next few months into making sure the birth of their baby would be a wonderful, uncomplicated experience. Unfortunately, the birth had been a messy and painful experience and her son had died just minutes after he had been welcomed into the world. A series of neural and physical difficulties meant that the sweet little baby boy never drew breath and his heart-broken mother only got to hold him for a few seconds before he was rushed away. Angela fell into a deep depression and for a couple of years hardly went anywhere, spoke to anyone or allowed friends to comfort her. She was utterly devastated. Every waking hour she just thought of what her baby would be doing at that moment had he survived. She’d named him Joshua after his father but even naming him didn’t make much difference to the deep morose feelings that seemed to engulf her. # That was until one day, whilst walking through the city’s shopping mall she noticed a sign on a window display saying that there were staff vacancies. Despite everything that had happened, this opportune moment came when she looked into the display of clothes and baby items in Everything4Baby and for the first time felt happy rather than resentful. All the colourful cute outfits and items for baby for some reason now filled her full of pleasure and on a whim she applied for a job. At the interview she never mentioned the loss of her baby but did mention the loss of her husband. Her nursing background was seen as an advantage and within a week she found herself working in an environment that once would have filled her with sadness but now filled her with joy. Everything4Baby had given her a job and a purpose. She loved the new mummies coming in and excitedly buying cute new stuff for their upcoming child. She loved suggesting items and helping pick out little onesies, nappies, bottles and toys for these young mothers. She was often surrounded by a sea of babies with their parents all searching for that specific item to make their little one ‘individual’. Because of constant requests for that ‘unique’ or ‘designer’ item, she’d found new suppliers, designers and clothes makers who, at a price, would create something ‘different and special’ – perhaps surprisingly, there was a great deal of social one-upmanship and elitism in the world of baby clothes. She was good at her job and soon found that she rose up the staff ranking and within two years was managing the branch. A year later and she bought out the owner and set about a series of adjustments that would develop the business far beyond what had originally been planned. Because of the way she ran the enterprise, the place catered for mummies, babies and those interested in baby stuff, even if they weren’t quite real babies themselves. Everything4Baby could have been renamed ‘Everything4allbabies’ because of the diverse selection of customers who came into the shop. That was ten years ago and she’d never been happier. # However, one late night driving home she noticed a dishevelled and sad young boy looking like he was contemplating his life as she saw him climbing up onto the rail bridge’s safety barrier. A shiver of concern ran through her body but the fact that there were few people around made her slam on the brakes and decide to try to do something. The boy only looked to be in his early teens, possibly thirteen or fourteen, and immediately thought how old her own son would have been had he lived. Her heart went out to this obviously distressed young man. She had no idea what to say or do once she got there nor how he’d react, it was a matter of trying to do something rather than nothing. Angela knew it may already be too late and the boy may have plummeted onto the busy rail line below but she also knew she had to try and help him. “What if,” she imagined, “this had been her own son in such turmoil?” She’d hope that some passing Samaritan would try and help. # Part 2 They sparkle and twinkleth like diamonds caught in starlight Edmund White-Thomlinson (1801-1843) Joshiwoo was sucking on his bottle. The warm liquid filling his tum-tum and making him wriggle contentedly in mummy’s lap. He had no concept of time or of his past life, right now was the only thing he knew and to his mummy at least, he appeared happy enough. She kept him warm, safe, clean and loved. Yes LOVED. She had poured everything she knew, every resource possible, called in every favour and provided all she could into giving her new baby all the things she would have given to her own had fate not claimed him. She was now in possession of a boy who had been damaged by the consequences of his life and was in need of a new beginning, she was going to make sure he received it. # Angela had managed to get to the highly distraught boy just seconds before he jumped. He was surprised to see this woman approach and a brief thought that it was someone, like the rest of his money grabbing family and members of the public, who wanted to taunt him. But, and this had been the surprise, in a calm and soothing voice she had simply said: “Please don’t jump.” After the beating he’d taken from his family, friends, press and his most recent experience, these were the first tender and concerned words he’d heard in a long time. He was shaking as he stood on the railings; he really didn’t want to jump but could see no alternative to the mess he’d made of his young life. The hate he seemed to have generated, the nasty and vindictive personality he’d adopted, the laughing stock he’d become – none of this really suited him and it was time to end it all. But, he wavered as the kindly lady reached out and simply said: “Let’s make your life better.” The steady gloved hand hung in the night air as she managed to coax the young boy down. Angela was completely unaware who he was, he simply looked like a damaged young teen in desperate need of help. # Baby Joshua sucked on his dum-dum as his mummy patted his nicely padded bottom. She’d been amazed at how much liquid he was able to produce but now, several weeks in, she liked the look of her well-cushioned ‘son’ and the number of stuffers in his nappy certainly made him bulky but, as she smiled to herself, incredibly cute. His plastic pants were tight under the dinosaur onesie he wore to keep everything snug but it also helped the soft rustling sound as he shuffled about. Angela just loved to observe Joshiwoo as he played, napped and lived his new unencumbered life. “This is how it should have been.” She thought as Gordon became Joshua and she was able to be a proper mother to her ‘little’ one. Both had a new take on life; a new deal, a new reason to be alive… a brand new start. # When Angela had got the disturbed boy home he was shaking, tired and completely exhausted. She thought, whatever he’d been through, it must have been something quite traumatic. He was dirty, wretched and looked like a he could use a meal but, as he sat in her lounge; all he really wanted was to sleep. Without much thought other than helping the poor boy she suggested he take a bath and then, if he wanted, have a nice long sleep. Gordon was thankful for the suggestion and grateful for the offer of somewhere to stay for the night and, above all else, that he didn’t have to explain anything there and then. A warm bath and a bed were just what he needed. Whilst he relaxed for the first time in many months he let the warm embrace of the bath soothe his troubled mind. Meanwhile, Angela was busy making up the bed in the other room, the room that would have been Joshua’s. It was, despite the passage of time, still full of many of the nursery items she had bought all those years ago. Lying unmade against the far wall was the crib in which he would have spent those first few months of his life and a tremor ran through her body. Tears sprung to her eyes and she wept for her loss… it wasn’t the first time and she doubted it would be the last. # She went back to the bathroom to check on her guest and saw that he had fallen asleep. She smiled and returned to the room to make space for the inflatable mattress she manoeuvred into the place and added sheets and a blanket. When she’d finished she looked around the room, it still had very much the nursery and baby look; cartoon characters, baby animals in diapers, mobiles and loads of fluffy animals, toys, blankets and the soft, subdued lighting she though a baby might need. Using a selection of baby blankets she quickly made up the bed. It may not be what a teenager might want to sleep on but with all the soft fleecy material it certainly looked comfy. A thought flashed into her head – should she make him wear a nappy? It might have been because she was already in a hyped up state, being back in her child’s nursery but that weird thought seemed to come out of nowhere. It was true that whenever she ventured into the nursery all the ‘what might have been’ came flooding back. Even though the room never got to experience a child sleeping and playing in it there was an atmosphere of baby powder and infant about the place. Nappies danced for a few brief seconds in her head and, in her mind’s eye, she saw herself putting baby Joshua into a pair. She smiled at the thought but quickly realised her guest was hardly likely to wet the bed and didn’t think it a problem if he did, the inflatable was made of plastic so very little could be ruined. It had been a strange and unusual few moments, besides, she doubted if any of the baby stuff she had would fit a boy the size of the one snoozing in her bath. She laughed at her own silly thoughts and went to retrieve the slumbering lad. # A heap of filthy clothes piled on the chair needed sorting, there wasn’t much but far too dirty for him to sleep in. She decided to wash and dry them but was surprised to see a set of keys, a phone and a bunch of coins sat on top of the pile. The phone wasn’t turned on so might have been broken and if what she saw was the sum total of the boy’s money, he really was in a bad way. Anyway, none of it mattered at that moment so went off to find some pyjamas or shorts or ‘something’ he could wear. After several minutes searching she’d found very little that might be appropriate but a pair of her own flowery thick cotton winter PJs and some white cotton knickers she hadn’t worn in years. She decided that they would do temporarily and, after putting his dirty clothes into the washer, went and woke her sleepy soaking guest. # He took some rousing from the bath but eventually she was able to help him up and, after offering him a fresh towel, left him to dry off. He didn’t appear that bothered that a complete stranger was taking care of him and, seemed more than grateful, for the underwear and even the floral jammy bottoms. Her kindness and sympathy was just what he needed so was content to be warm and clean with someone fussing around him, it had been a while. The lighting in the bedroom was low and as she guided him towards the temporary inflatable. She apologised for not having a proper bed but assured him that others who had slept on it in the past had found it quite comfortable. He was really too tired to worry and just glad of a place to lie down, he would have happily stayed in the bath had she left him. She reminded him where the toilet was in case he needed it during the night and jokingly added that if he wet the bed then it would be nappies in future. A quizzical expression passed over his features (he hadn’t noticed the nursery print wall paper and the room’s other juvenile trappings), she giggled embarrassingly letting him know she was only making fun. He was well-tuckered out and, as the room was pleasantly warm lay out on the blankets, curled up into the foetal position, and almost immediately started drifting off to sleep. A quiet “Thank you” escaped his lips as he snuggled against the fleecy blankets. He slipped the soft material with the childish motifs over his body as a huge relaxed sigh and wiggle to get comfortable brought the evening as far as he was concerned to a close. Unconsciously she reached out and stroked his hair. “You’re welcome sweetheart.” Kneeling next to his bed she watched for a few moments as he settled down and soon his shallow breathing signalled he was asleep. Her heart once again went out to this poor little guy as she wondered what had driven him to contemplate suicide. However, at the same time she pondered this, she was also thinking of her lost baby and as she looked down on her sleeping visitor, all she really saw was her own son. Her heart welled up and she sobbed wishing that this poor boy was indeed her little boy and she could look after him and make sure he’d come to no further harm. As she looked on he lay there tightly cuddling the fleecy blanket in his left hand whilst his right made its way to his lips. She watched with a smile on her face as he soothed whatever worries he had with the aid of his spit soaked thumb. “Goodnight Joshua.” She whispered and kissed his head. # Part 3 “As you grow the small child within is not holding you back but offering a place to heal” Mohammed Devwhalli (1901 -2000) Baby Joshua was wet, very wet as he woke from his nap. He clutched ‘Sh-nowy’ tightly and its soft white fleecy coat tickled his face as he slowly returned to wakefulness. Almost immediately his mummy was by his side and letting down the bars of the crib, checking her boy’s night time protection and beamed with pleasure as she helped him get to his feet. He tried to return his happiness at seeing mummy again by smiling round his dummy but all that achieved was more drool dripping onto his brightly coloured onesie, his chest was almost as wet as his nappy. This was baby Joshua’s favourite part of the day when mummy cleaned him up, tickled and played fun games, bathed and dressed him. He’d giggle almost continually until she’d help him downstairs for something to eat. Sometime, if he’d had a restless night and was still half asleep, mummy would hold him in her arms whilst he drank his formula from a bottle. Once he’d sucked it all down she’d burp him and then put him down so he could sleep until he was ready to face the day. There was little point in changing him until then as he always wet when he slept and all that formula had to go somewhere. Mummy made sure the thick soak pads added to his nappy would keep him from completely flooding his cot. # Angela knew that she should be trying to get in touch with the boy’s parents so that they were aware he was OK. However, because he’d been in such a state she thought it better to wait, have a chat with her guest and then decide on who needed to be informed. Once this decision had been made she settled down on her sofa to catch up on some paperwork. It was very late. The events of the evening had eaten into the time but there were still things for work she had to do before the morning. As she examined the various bills, quotes, designs, worksheets etc. progress was very slow because her mind kept returning to the poor lad upstairs. She’d rescued the boy but now felt some kind of responsibility to him and his family. Her concentration level was poor until she happened on a bill from one of her ‘specialist’ firms. This small firm produced bespoke, original items in any size and had quickly become one of the main suppliers to her ‘alternative’ baby customers. When she’d first embarked on this side of furnishing the needs for this group of customers, she had to source the companies herself, check if they were up for making the items requested and then agreeing a supply chain, delivery dates and, most importantly, happy customers. All these points were achieved with relative ease and it could be said she was one of the few such providers in the county. Everything4Baby had quickly become the place to shop for such a market and, the once-a-month late night private shopping, had proved both popular and a location where like-minded people could meet and discuss their predilection - babies during the day, ABDL at night. Now as she examined the bill and the items ordered her mind focused on what it would be like to have something similar herself. It was for an adult crib with lockable sides and a deep soft plastic mattress with a baby duckling design. The person who requested it also wanted an entire set of bedding and baby clothes to match. It was a huge, expensive order but she had been able to coordinate all the different suppliers to work together and produce a superb finished product where all the component parts worked in harmony. She was justly proud of what the happy customer received and he, rightly, was nothing but praise as word spread throughout the community. * She slept fitfully that night. Her mind full of adult babies and the charming little get ups they wore. She’d often passed comment on how wonderful they all looked in their baby clothes: The made-to-measure nappies, shiny vinyl pants, dresses, onesies, pjs, colourful vests, bibs, cartoon all-in-ones, indeed, even the suppliers were delighted with this new, demanding and growing outlet for their pricey but high-end creations. However, when her dream started incorporating her visitor she struggled against the idea – it was stupid, insane, and probably even against the law and, more to the point, RECKLESS. However, dreams being dreams, the thought lingered and she became captive in a life, a dream life, which had him at its centre but as a baby. When she woke up she was most uncomfortable with what was in her head. There again… * She quietly opened his bedroom door and was surprised to see that he’d hardly moved in the night. He was still lying on top of the blankets although one was now gripped tightly against his body but she detected the tell-tale smell of urine. Despite her thinking it wouldn’t happen she soon realised that her guest hadn’t made it to the bathroom and could see the outline of the ‘tidemark’ around his floral cotton PJs. He was still fast asleep. She cautiously shook him awake. It took a while but eventually managed to get him to near consciousness as he looked around unsure of his bearings. “Sorry to wake you, er, erm, er,sweetie ,” she was a bit hesitant because she still didn’t know his name. “I have to go to work but, if you want to stay in bed, I’ll be home around lunchtime…” He yawned and stretched but was still unbelievably tired. “Er, OK.” He simply acknowledged her offer to stay in her home for a little longer; after all, he didn’t have anywhere else to go. “Yer, er, I could do with some more sleep… thank you.” He mumbled but smiled his thanks and waited for her to leave. As she hesitated at the door he suddenly realised that she might actually have some doubts about leaving him alone. “Oh, your stuff will be alright, I’m not a thief and I’m grateful to you for…” “No, no, it’s not that,” Now it was Angela’s turn to feel she needed to explain. “It’s just…” He suddenly became aware of the pool of smelly dampness he was lying in. “Oh for Christsake, what the fuc…” “No, no don’t worry… I… er, we can…” She saw him fling back the blanket he was clutching and look down at his soaked jammy bottoms and the urine soaked sheet he’d been lying on. The plastic inflatable mattress making sure no further harm was done but that also meant however much his bladder released had now soaked into everything else. He looked up at her and his irate expression changed to one of distress and regret. In that brief moment he’d changed from an angry young man into a sad little boy. His face screwed up in abject failure and was almost on the verge of letting his tearful emotions take control. It wasn’t a clever contrived reaction to his damp situation, it was real. For a few seconds there were no further exchanges, they were both a little overawed by what had happened. Eventually, he looked around the room and gave her an apologetic smile. “I suppose if I’m going to piss myself, at least I’m in the right place to do so… you’d better get the nappies ready.” * Although the last line was said as a joke his mind immediately slipped back to ‘There and Then - Here and Now’ the reality TV show he’d appeared on. It was roughly an updated, 24/7 version of the popular ‘Big Brother’ franchise with live and recorded segments broadcast (though which segment was recorded and which part live was never relayed to the contestants) of course there was also tasks to be completed daily. Each player gained points every twenty four hours depending on how well they ‘performed’; this was done by phone votes and logged on-line responses. Once the contestant was voted out of the house, their accrued points were available and up for grabs, which the public could then, via a live phone in, allocate to other members of the cast. This intense involvement from viewers had seen the show top the ratings and become the ‘must watch’ programme on TV. The newspapers ran an almost blow by blow account of the outrageous behaviour of the contestants, who became instant celebrities, whilst the public in general just couldn’t get enough of it… especially as they could submit tasks to be performed. This interaction was one of the segments of the re-vamped show the public liked best because they could actually appear on it via social media and suggest what was to happen. Although these bits looked ‘live’ they were in fact recorded so as to give the production crew time to get any props organised. # One such suggestion was to split the house into two - one side to be mummies and daddies, whilst the other had to be babies. Of course, as it turned out Gordon ended up being a baby and was suitably dressed. His small frame gave him an advantage and his bulky nappy, shiny plastic pants and frilly bonnet seemed just perfect for him as the challenge got underway. He took to the part like a duck to water and immersed himself in the antics of a baby. He was convincing and, with his little tubby tummy on show and the huge protection that the cameras just loved to constantly feature, he was the one the audience adored. The public loved this feature and called in with ideas for what they should wear, what they should be fed and the babyish games they should play. And, whereas the other ‘babies’ baulked at some of the suggestions; Gordon played the part to the fullest. On more than one occasion what they were dressed in bordered on the fetish rather than adolescent, whilst the outrageous bulky nappies, satin dresses or juvenile onesies were just too much for some. Those who were acting babies were not allowed to speak but could only make their wishes known by crying, pointing and gurgling. The six other babies were hopeless but Gordon proved to be a winner and made front page news in his cute baby outfit with this particular task when he wet and messed himself live on air. What the public were not aware of was that his ‘accident’ was just that. He hadn’t meant for it to happen but, a long nap, together with some rather dubious baby food and drink had led to a spectacular reaction. The stunned and confused expression on his face (and the tears that followed) was something that no one could ignore. The public were appalled and delighted, the ratings soared and Gordon won infamy as well as the public vote. It was he who walked away with the £250,000 prize at the end of the show. # Despite all this public affirmation and notoriety the programme had passed Angela by. She had of course heard of it but hated reality shows and rarely watched TV. She was also not in the least bit bothered about gossip (celebrity or otherwise) or indeed any sort of ‘popular culture’ so the fortunes of the shows ‘stars’ had come and gone without so much as a comment from her. She still had no idea who this soaked boy in her spare room was but who, at that moment, looked even more pathetic than he had when standing on the bridge preparing to commit suicide. His slim pale body, shaggy hair and big brown eyes doing nothing to confirm he was an adult. He really did look like a small child confused by the way his bladder had let him down. He had no excuse for why he wet the bed and possibly ruined a kindly woman’s patience… for a brief moment he wished he’d taken up her jokey reference to wearing a nappy. This was not the first time he’d wet himself, and not just on the TV show, that was one of the many things his ‘loving’ family were able to torment him about. He was constantly bullied by his family and being the youngest and smallest, he was an easy target. His occasional bouts of incontinence also added to the vast amount of abuse the boy suffered all his life… he was the butt of everyone’s jokes. He had no idea the reaction his stupid bodily malfunction would garner from this guardian angel. For Angela’s part, she knew he needed time to heal from whatever had driven him to contemplate that final act of self destruction. His pissing the bed only added to the boy’s vulnerability and further evidence he needed to be cared for. # Part 4 I fear a future that has no future Izzy Downing (1980 - ) from the poem ‘Magole’s Lament’ “Look, don’t worry about anything.” She looked around the nursery and thought he was right, it was the correct place to do it if you were going to pee your pants. “I have to go to work but, your clothes are in the washer and should be dry in a short while. If you can put all this stuff on at some point,” she said indicating the wet bedding, “I’d be very grateful.” Gordon nodded. “Thanks. Look,” she said as an afterthought, “if you want to go, please just drop the latch as you leave, but, should you want to take some time to think or… talk, I’ll be back at lunchtime and we can chat then. After all, I don’t even know your name.” Gordon couldn’t believe he hadn’t been recognised although in truth, he did look different now than he had when he was in the show. He was both suspicious and relieved that his identity was unknown and wondered how he could spin this anonymity to his advantage. “OK, and, if that’s alright with you… I’d like to stay a little longer to try and get my head in order… and a chat at lunchtime sounds fine.” He smiled and then as if to bring the conversation to an end looked down at the mess he’d made and grimaced. “I’ll have this all cleaned up by the time you return.” # It was a busy half-day in the shop for Angela. It seemed that everyone in town who was pregnant had decided to pay a visit and she was rushed off her feet. She didn’t mind that amount of business, she didn’t mind the questions, nor did she mind the continuous nervous and excited requests for advice and information. As manager/owner of Everything4Baby she was used to being asked everything from infant fashion guidance to relationship problems. It was that type of store and the reason why it had become so successful. Nevertheless, by 1pm she was completely shattered and ready to get home having in the past few hours temporarily forgotten about her guest. However, before she left she grabbed a couple of items from the storeroom and put in a call to one of her ‘specialist’ contacts. # Once home she was pleased to find him dressed and watching TV with a mug of coffee by his side. To Angela he looked even more like a young teenager; his now clean, if ripped, jeans and Call of Duty t-shirt, mop of ill-kempt hair, bare feet and nervous nod of acknowledgement only making him appear like a schoolboy truant. “Hello,” she smiled and carried things through to the kitchen. “Glad you decided to stay for a while.” She called over her shoulder. Gordon was engrossed in the programme but looked up and smiled as she zipped through the living room and up the stairs. “Yer, yer, er, I think I need time to, er, think… if that’s OK with you?” He called back to her. She disappeared into her bedroom but carried on the conversation… only a little louder. “No problem. Have you eaten?” Her voice carried from the bedroom as she slipped off her coat and sorted out some of the items she’d brought home. “I had some toast earlier, I’m not really hungry… er, can I get you a coffee, tea or something? You look like you’ve had a busy day?” Almost immediately she was back down stairs and into the living room. “Please, tea would be nice and yes… it has been very hectic.” Gordon busied himself in the kitchen boiling up the kettle, putting tea in the teapot, putting milk in a jug, although his brief search didn’t turn up any sugar. He saw there was one bone china cup and saucer and correctly assumed that was how she preferred her tea served. She was a stylish lady so no doubt drank her tea with a degree of finesse and that classy crockery, he thought, suited her just right. Meanwhile, Angela settled herself on the sofa and was looking forward to having a nice chat. # Joshiwoo lay on the carpet in front of the TV watching cartoons and burbling away to ‘Sh-nowy’. He was wearing only his little t-shirt and thick protection, his yellow plastic pants crinkling noisily as he swayed from side to side in time to the music. He was ‘singing’ along to the melody whilst watching the colourful characters light up the screen. His mummy really loved it when she could see her boy enjoying himself in such a way, it made it all worthwhile. Whatever doubts she may have once had, they were swept away by the sheer pleasure he gave her and the unconditional love she could shower on him. # Once he’d served tea Gordon came and sat down next to Angela. She turned off the TV and smiled. “Hi, I’m Angela.” She offered her hand and he took it. “Pleased to meet you Angela, er, I’m Terry.” Gordon lied. “Pleased to meet you too Terry.” She noticed that his t-shirt didn’t quite reach to top of his jeans. The waistband of his clean but ancient underwear was just visible and his little pale tummy appeared more apparent because of this revealing gap. Perhaps it was just her but this made him seem even more defenceless. Again, Angela desperately wanted to wrap him in her arms and let him know all was well, to take away any pain or hurt he had suffered and return him to a life of childish bliss. # As they chatted the story that ‘Terry’ wanted to tell slowly emerged. If she really didn’t know who he was (and she hadn’t given any indication she did) he thought he’d spin a story of near truths. She asked him if he shouldn’t let his family know he was OK, they might be worried but he countered with the fact that it was his abusive family he was escaping from. He lay on the abuse, sexual as well as mental, which wasn’t too far away from the truth (although the sexual abuse came later and not from his family). However, the fact was that his family were a bunch of nasty, self-serving, money-grabbing, thoughtless, vindictive degenerates who had loved Gordon’s fame and the money that success brought so who went all out to exploit him, and it, to the fullest. The fact that it all but destroyed him didn’t even register on their collective consciousness, they just saw the money. # From where Angela was listening little Terry was struggling with his tale. She could see the emotion just pour out and watched as he wriggled uncomfortably with some of his descriptions. Of course she believed everything he said, and most of it was true except he left out certain pieces of the jigsaw. No mention of the TV programme, the public humiliation or his later encounters with people even worse than his family passed his lips, he kept it all at a family level. Since he was a toddler the constant put downs, malicious words, spiteful actions and the relentless air of malevolence had been his unceasing companion. No childhood bliss for this boy. No ‘sweetness and light’ mother to comfort and cherish him. Apart from the fact he was the youngest so obviously an easy target, the reason they constantly put him down was because he was different. He did have a spark of kindness, affability, empathy and understanding but this showed his family up for what they were. Whenever this side of Gordon raised its head, the rest saw it as their duty to mock and mistreat him until he they would no longer be confronted by something that was actually considerate. No. No. No. Parents and siblings alike goaded their innocent little brother into becoming a monster. Because he’d been successful on TV and was a celeb they encouraged him to get an attitude, to demand rather than ask and to be as awful as they were, unfortunately for him, he took their advice. That was when his descent into oblivion started. It was them he was terrified of and, although he didn’t go into too much detail, what he left unsaid, Angela was able to fill in those horrifyingly painful blanks herself. He alluded to other things since he’d escaped from home and how he’d really screwed up elsewhere in his life. Again, specifics were left to her own imagination. Angela couldn’t understand how such a young boy could have so many troubles but as the story unfolded the reasons became apparent. The essentials were missing but it left his host in no doubt that her guest was the victim of some shocking and disturbing events. At one point his tears flowed and Angela comforted the poor boy hugging him through the worst of this emotional black spot. The tears had been real when Gordon realised just how completely abandoned and destitute he really was. He was so alone and broken that when the opportunity arose, clung to anyone who seemed to understand his situation. # Alas, the last people he had confided in had been only too pleased to find such an amiable ‘toy’ they could use and abuse. His celebrity had been a bonus as they kept him prisoner and sexually used and abused him for a few days. By the time they had finished, the boy that was already broken was just an empty shell who understood once and for all he was worthless. Their actions, together with all that had gone before, destroyed his spirit. The feeling of utter uselessness had driven him to that final decision; the only way to stop his suffering was to end it all. Angela was in tears herself by the time he’d finished explaining what had happened. She was both angry and sad at what the youngster had been through and railed against how terrible people were to take advantage of someone else’s suffering; especially such a defenceless young boy. So, his reasons for suicide were powerful and why he was in no rush to let anyone know where he was equally poignant. He was so very grateful to have someone, after so much pain, to actually care. Because of her kindness and concern in his darkest hour, he literally owed her his life. He wanted to disappear but, and this was down to Angela, he no longer wanted to kill himself. # As the story of his hateful family revealed more and more dysfunction, she began to feel very protective of this sad looking teenager. She still assumed he must be about the same age Joshua would have been had he lived, fourteen, but never got around to asking him his real age. She did ask if he’d thought about going to Social Services for help but he shrugged and said his mother always said that’s where they’d send him if he ever revealed anything about the family. In their house Social Services was regarded as the enemy and a place to be avoided; full of stress, horror and anxiety, staffed by hateful perverts and certainly more unpleasant than what he was already used to. The bullying family had certainly planted the notion he’d get no help from them. He had a deeper fear of Social Services than of his own appalling family. He said he was scared of what might happen if anyone knew he was still around and begged Angela not to tell anyone. That fear of being discovered and sent back to a life so abusive he shook with dread as he pleaded with her to keep his secret. He urgently wanted to become invisible so that to all intents and purposes he no longer existed. He wanted time to think and hopefully find some solution and perhaps start again… though exactly how he was to accomplish this he had no idea. However, he smiled when he looked deep into Angela’s eyes, as far as he was concerned she had lived up to her name because like an angel she’d rescued him. It was an emotional moment that wasn’t in the least insincere; it was an honest reaction to what had happened over the last twenty-four hours or so. She felt it as well. # There was a bond between them and it was getting mixed up in her mind. One second she could deal with this teenager with ease, knowing what was needed and what to do. The next moment, she only saw her son Joshua and desperately wanted to mother him and keep him safe. He had asked what she did for a living, so happily explained about her ‘little baby clothes shop’. The mention of ABDL stuff was left out of the conversation but she did allude to her ‘growing’ group of customers and how much she enjoyed the ‘fascinating’ world of babies. She didn’t want to go into any great explanation about living on her own but the observant little chap had noticed her wedding ring so simply confirmed that her husband had died. She didn’t enlighten him any further and wisely he realised it might be a prohibited area for discussion. However, that maternal feeling had been getting stronger the more time they spent chatting and foolishly she was getting comfortable with a ridiculous notion forming in her brain. An idea that was simply not practical or how things worked in the real world. Strangely, it was a feeling she’d had from the moment she’d coaxed him down from that bridge. When she thought about it, she’d already done things that were primarily, if unconsciously, aimed at ‘Terry’ being part of her family in some way or other. Although she couldn’t really keep him from a cruel world, every fibre of her body told her he needed protection and she felt almost compelled to be the one to do just that. # They talked for ages. Time didn’t seem to matter and ‘Terry’ was able to keep up his temporary façade simply because Angela saw no need to doubt or challenge him on anything he said. Over a hastily prepared meal he explained what he really wished for was a brand new start. He wished for a place where his family didn’t exist, where no one knew him and somewhere he felt safe. He looked at Angela with his huge innocent eyes and her heart melted. Despite the fact that she knew she shouldn’t be holding such thoughts, Angela wondered how easy it would be to grant that wish. To keep this scared boy in her protection. To keep him away from railway lines and that feeling of futility she’d observed when he hung nervously onto that bridge. This was not the act of an attention seeker; this was the last despairing act by someone who had come to the end of their reasoning. It was the final act of escape. Perhaps she could provide a better finale. # Eventually, the chat got less and less as tiredness crept in to their conversation. It was time for bed. Angela realised that she hadn’t checked in the nursery or made ‘Terry’ a bed for the night and was surprised that he’d already made up the inflatable mattress. “I wasn’t sure if… after last night’s, er, accident, that you’d let me stay another night” He looked shamefully at the ground. “I’m really sorry about that but, well, er, I couldn’t help it, I, er…” “Not to worry.” He was grateful she had interrupted his apology. It was difficult for him to admit that it wasn’t the first time to happen and also knew he couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t happen again. He just hoped that he would be able to get to the toilet in time. She checked the bed was made up to her satisfaction. He’d piled all the clean and dry fleecy blankets he could find on top because they’d made him feel incredibly comfortable and strangely safe. “OK Terry,” he appeared at least to have the bedding sorted, although no doubt his brain would take a little longer to be equally as well organised. Now she could see he was organised in some way that made her feel sad. She wanted to think of him as a helpless toddler reliant on her for everything. She also wished she’d been able to use some of the items she’d brought home from work; the pack of disposables and the large plastic pants. In her mind she already saw his well-padded bottom snuggling down under the fleecy pale blue blanket but alas reality returned. Angela had no idea how she expected to get him to wear such items but that impulsiveness to bring them home in the first place made her think perhaps it was something he might need. As it turned out, the morning proved just that. # Part 5 A dream may inspire - so should never be ignored Dr Aaron Livitt (1900 – 1973) “Oh Josh… er, Terry.” Angela was aghast at the smell of pee and the fact that all the baby blankets were soaked and strewn in wet lumps around the inflatable mattress. ‘Terry’ was just coming round and had no real idea what was going on as nothing quite registered at that point. Judging by the state of the bedding her guest probably had a very disturbed night. He also must have pissed a couple of gallons around the place for everything to get so saturated. The warmth of the room only emphasised the smell but he seemed oblivious to what had happened. # He lay there all but naked wearing only his soaked and stinky underpants as Angela busied herself in drawing back the blinds and opening a window. A cool gust of wind agitated the air and sent a shiver briefly across the wet boy’s body. It was that cooling shock which woke him up to realise what he’d done. In remarkable quick succession of expressions - horror, confusion and sadness - crossed his face. He knew he was in trouble, thinking no one would put up with an adult pissing the bed. Seeing ‘Terry’ coming to terms with his damp situation Angela couldn’t help but think she already had the solution to the problem. “OK mister,” she picked up a few of the soaked items. “This isn’t going to happen again.” Despite herself she admonished him as if he was a toddler because, in her eyes, she thought of him as a young teenager not an adult. He didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, guilt let it pass. Everything was soaked but any excuse he hoped to come up with was a nonstarter because there wasn’t one he could offer to explain why this happened for a second time. She looked in his bleary, almost tearful eyes and saw only despondency as he tried to emerge from a rather deep and what had been to him at least a rather peaceful sleep. Indeed, the last two nights had proved wonderful for his ability to sleep without any anxious thoughts, stress or fear. So, when Angela hinted that precautions would be taken in future he simply accepted it. “Yer, ermm, sorry, I, er, ermmmmm, sorry.” His voice was feeble and filled with dejection. He’d slept with a warm glow making him feel safe and secure; he hadn’t worked out that maybe that ‘glow’ wasn’t just an internal feeling but a physical one as well. # He tried to think why he’d pissed himself again. Once could have been an accident but a second time just seemed laziness. There were no dreams he could remember that might have caused it, all he could remember was that as he slept he was no longer concerned about anything. Indeed, the room was at a pleasant temperature, the fleecy blankets cosy, the bouncy mattress comfortable; he’d slept in a haze of utter contentment. He was at a place, and more importantly, with someone who cared, so, after the year he’d had this was an unbelievable bonus. He didn’t want it to end by alienating the one person who’d stretched out a helping hand. # The open window allowing a cool breeze to circulate the room drew attention to ‘Terry’s’ soaked underwear; his limp penis damply outlined as the white discoloured material stuck against genitals and pubic hair. He felt guilty and tried to cover up but of course Angela had seen all there was to see and wasn’t impressed. Guilt turned to apprehension, he certainly didn’t want to leave this safe haven and find himself back out in a world he’d so recently wanted to depart. She may be an angel but… even angels must have a natural abhorrence of pissy people so realised, if he proved too much of a burden, that he couldn’t rely on her understanding to keep a place in the house. He nodded at the inferred changes, although she didn’t say what, as she picked up all the damp stuff. As she inspected one of the scrunched-up, wet fleecy sheets a little sigh escaped her lips. It wasn’t aimed at ‘Terry’ but he caught what that sound might suggest. In fact, she was merely remembering when she’d bought it - the day after she’d been told of her pregnancy and in a deliriously happy mood had seen it in a shop window and bought it on a whim. # Angela went to the bathroom and returned with a hand towel. She pointed to his groin indicating his underwear needed to join everything else in the wash. Feeling greatly embarrassed he sheepishly removed and handed them over. He could barely make eye contact he felt so small, stupid and babyish. Wetting again had literally dampened any of the confidence he was getting back. She left the room with a pile of washing and a raised eyebrow as he timidly held the small piece of fabric against his genitals. To Angela this image just confirmed once again what a shy, innocent and tragic little boy she had under her roof. The room temperature had certainly dropped a few degrees; this was partly due to the open window but mainly to the shame he was feeling. Of course, standing around naked didn’t help. He shivered and wondered if because of this incident he’d have to leave. His body shook at the thought, whilst his breathing became strained and his chest tightened. There was a sudden rush of fear because he was scared of being out in public again… he wasn’t ready. His head was filled with worry and unexpectedly his panic attack resulted in something else. His bladder contracted and a stream of warm golden piss flooded the towel pressed against his lower extremities. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” # He took a shower and hoped to feel better when finished. As he scrubbed away the debris of his wet night, and surreptitiously wrung out the freshly washed towel, he reviewed the conversation and thought that Angela’s words hadn’t actually meant he was being thrown out, which was a great relief. However, he also knew she rightly had some concerns and decided to comply with whatever was requested. He thought it only fair and besides, for the moment, he had no better plans and nowhere else to go. He realised he needed her to continue to care. When he returned to the nursery everything had been picked up. All that was left was the grey inflated plastic mattress, which he’d found surprisingly comfy to sleep on. The damp sheets and blankets had all been removed and the place was left looking more like a child’s nursery than it had appeared before. She’d also given the room a quick spray of air freshener, which certainly helped. # As if seeing it for the first time he really investigated the room. The paper on the walls, the soft pastel colours and the images of baby animals in nappies were all really quite endearing. He was suddenly jealous of their innocence, half of him wished he could turn back the clock but then remembered his childhood hadn’t been all that wonderful. However, those smiling, happy images made him wish for better times. He wondered about the unmade crib and whilst nosing around in the drawers and closet noticed baby clothes and toys. He took out and examined one of the small white onesies that again was incredibly soft but so tiny only a new baby would fit into. He wasn’t sure if they were for a particular infant, or items from her shop. # She hadn’t told him about her lost child although they had talked about her husband and ‘Terry’ thought that perhaps his Good Samaritan might be pleased to have company for a little while. Although she seemed happy and organised he had wondered if she might be a bit lonely to have taken him in so readily. However, as he dried himself down he deliberated if she had kids of her own. She hadn’t mentioned it but the nursery setting meant she had, or was thinking about, babies. He was still thinking of that when he looked around for his clothes. As he’d arrived at Angela’s home wearing only the clothes on his back, his choice of attire was limited. He still had his jeans and shirt piled on a chair where he’d dumped them the previous night. However, also set out on the dresser, next to his phone, keys and small pile of change, were the washed white knickers and PJ bottoms she’d given him the night he arrived. They were a lot more comfortable to wear around the house so slipped into them and, barefooted, made his way to the kitchen. # “Angela.” “Yes Terry.” “My er, the spare room, the er, nursery… is that for your baby or stuff from work?” Angela knew that this observation would come at some point but was conflicted about telling the truth. “Mostly items from the shop.” She decided on keeping the real reason to herself, even though some of that stuff had been around for fourteen years or more. “I keep some things to check details, quality, you know, and make reports back to the suppliers.” She wasn’t sure if he believed her but it sounded plausible. “What about the wall paper?” “Er, well, er, it was like that when I took this place on and I, well, I thought it looked cute so just haven’t got around to re-doing that room yet.” She smiled through her lie hoping it would be the end of that particular line of questions. It was. # “Look,” ‘Terry’ said sheepishly, “I’m so sorry about all the extra work I made for you last night. I don’t mind doing the washing myself, I don’t see why you should be inconvenienced. I mean, you took me in and, er, this is not the payment you probably expected.” Angela looked at him in a strange and irritated way. “I didn’t… and don’t expect any payment.” She seemed aggravated. “You needed help and I was pleased I could offer it and… and… there is no rush on this… when you feel able to, I’m hopeful you’ll get on with your young life in a happier frame of mind.” The words streamed from her mouth but it was apparent she was angry at the very suggestion of some kind of payment. “I’m sorry,” ‘Terry’ gulped at the gaffe he realised he’d made. “I didn’t mean that the way it came out.” He looked guiltily down at his bare feet. “I meant, erm, it was a poor way for me to repay your kindness by giving your more work… erm.. er... Oh, I’m sorry if it came out any other way.” Angela was pleased that he was a bit on the defensive because she hoped it would end the ‘nursery’ discussion. However, the main reason she was angry was that some kind of ‘payment’ had crossed her mind but probably not in a way ‘Terry’ would have thought. She instantly calmed down. “Of course sweetheart, I’m sorry I jumped down your throat.” She smiled an apology. “Of course you didn’t mean anything by it and you don’t have to worry. You can stay here until you are ready to move on. We need to get you that ‘new start’ you said you wanted.” She ran her hand down the chastised boy’s arm in a friendly manner. “Now… what would you like for breakfast?” # Part 6 Take your destiny out of the hands of others anon Angela’s house was bigger than something a single person might need. She and husband Joshua had fallen in love with its rural cuteness and proximity to the city: it seemed to have the best of both worlds. After his death, and the death of their child, she couldn’t bear to part with the only thing that linked them all together, so she stayed and her love for the place had increased with time. She couldn’t imagine living anywhere else and, thanks to the huge insurance pay out, she didn’t need to find anywhere smaller. That was partly why she never re-furnished the much hoped for nursery. It was that one contact between them all and she simply hadn’t wanted to change things. Joshua, her darling doctor husband, had loved decorating the room ready for their first child. He’d done it on whim just two days after he’d been told the news Angela was expecting, and only a week before he died so tragically. No, the room stayed as it was and how it should have been. Those sweet little animals wearing nappies were just typical of her hubby. He was thoughtful, loving and soppy; all the things that had made Angela fall for him in the first place. # The property was a large, three bedroom detached house at the bottom of a cul-de-sac. It had plenty of land around it and the large back garden led down to a fence that separated it from a rough piece of common land full of weeds and tall grass. Downstairs the house had a large kitchen that led through to a utility room and garage on one side, whilst the other had a nice sized lounge and a similar sized dining room. Upstairs was Angela’s en-suite main bedroom, a small box-room, another family bathroom and a further two similar sized bedrooms. One had the nursery, the other, which would have been the child’s play-area, was full of junk Angela hadn’t got around to sorting out or throwing away. # From the moment she saw the young man about to commit suicide Angela’s submerged maternal feelings had surfaced. She wasn’t totally aware at the time but there was no doubt about it, she was definitely thinking nurturing thoughts about her guest. With the revelations about his life she became even more motherly and just wanted to protect the boy from a world that had so cruelly dumped on him. At work she’d been able to keep any maternal feelings under control. Surrounded by happy, weepy, terrified mothers (and mothers-to-be) she saw it as her duty to be caring but not to drown in the entire baby and baby clothing industry. One of the things that stopped her getting trapped in that hormonal clique was her ‘other’ customers, the ones who had a different take on the baby business. She loved the idea of grown-ups dressing and acting as toddlers or attempting to stem the rush to adulthood of certain children who needed more time. There appeared to be many different reasons for the ABDL community (she now knew her customer’s desires had a title) to want a shop like hers and was pleased to be able to satisfy that need. The mail order side of it alone had blossomed from absolutely nothing into a very lucrative part of the enterprise and Angela was satisfied with all the new suppliers and customers it brought her into contact with. She was surprised at just how big that particular community actually was and intrigued by many of her client’s requests, whilst being fascinated by the alternative ‘babies’ and ‘toddlers’ she met in store. # As word spreads throughout the ‘community’ these gatherings became more and more popular. On those special Sundays mummies and daddies brought their ‘little ones’ out for this brief, but much needed, social meeting. Kids, teens, and middle aged men and women, dressed in a variety of juvenile attire and often very thick protection, would somehow all be happily playing together, whilst their ‘carers’ looked on; exchanging stories, advice, buying new clothes and planning other more specialist purchases. Graham ‘Daddy’ Griffin was a rich, powerful looking man with a very gentle way of speech. He had two young teen boys he dressed as twin toddlers who always looked so sweet and innocent together. In their matching little outfits they would play together whilst ‘Daddy’ shopped. Their bulky nappies only partly contained in tiny shiny nylon shorts as the cuffs of their plastic pants peaked out from the leg-holes whilst they careered around the place. He lavished toys, gifts and the cutest of cute baby style clothes on them, which, as far as Angela was concerned, made them simply adorable. Since Mr Griffin and his boys had first entered Everything4Baby Angela had thought them the cutest of cute ‘families’. Many of her other customers played their part and acted as kids but this seemed more real. In fact it was very real and it aroused her curiosity. In a quiet moment, when she asked him how he was able to keep them so young and dependent on him, he confided it was down to constant positive reinforcement of their toddler status. Also, encouragement that they were both very good boys, a rather wonderful subliminal audio file he’d developed over the years and, he whispered as if it was the biggest secret of them all, “A file of Blueline30”. This last piece of information stuck in her mind. She had no idea what it was or what it might refer to but the name stuck. # Joshua was wet through. It was a Sunday afternoon and mummy needed to attend to other business so unfortunately had to desert him for some time. She hated leaving her Sweetums alone at all but occasionally, especially as the company was going through a bit of transition, it just couldn’t be helped. He had plenty of things in his large playpen to keep him occupied but for the last hour and a half he’d been crying on and off because his nappy was full and uncomfortable. Mummy had put him in an extra-large disposable with several thick gel absorbency pads in the hope that it would hold him until her return. It almost had but his rather cute little butterfly onesie, with matching plastic pants had reached its absorbent limits. There were four snaps at its crotch to hold the onesie in place. Unfortunately, the two middle ones had popped under the strain so her little bundle of joy looked like he’d had a medical accident. The huge bloated nappy had squeezed out of the gap and made it look like some huge growth had appeared between his legs. The butterfly motif on his plastic pants looked none too happy at being put under such stress. He stood holding the bars searching for any sign of mummy - his baby coordination not allowing him any chance of escape. Meanwhile, the pet lip and snivelling sobs made him one very unhappy baby. The TV was running a cartoon channel and the radio was tuned to a children’s music station, it was hoped that between them and his toys they would keep her little boy entertained until she returned. A low moan escaped the little chap’s lips as he plopped down, exhausted from all his crying and standing, hardly noticing the squelch as he landed on his padded bottom. The sudden pressure on his bloated protection burst the final two snaps and releasing his onesie, which flew up to his chest, leaving the startled boy staring at his swollen plastic pants. He didn’t know what to do so snatched up Bunny Fluffytail and clutched her tightly. Worried about the loss of his mummy, being alone and seeking some kind of comfort, he pushed the stuffed animal’s ear into his mouth and sucked. He hadn’t noticed that his dum-dum was on a ribbon pinned to his onesie just inches away. However, Bun-Bun’s ear was a comfort and eventually he sunk into a sleepy doze with his head resting against the bars of the playpen. # As soon as Angela had left for work ‘Terry’ cleaned up his mess, shoved it in the washer and tumble dried all the bedding. He really hated the fact that he’d wet and promised himself it wouldn’t happen again. He also wanted Angela to note that he wasn’t leaving everything to her; he was quite prepared to pull his weight, if she would let him. He found the vacuum cleaner and went around all the rooms lost for a short while in the sucking up of dust and worrying about nothing else. He left Angela’s room, thinking it would be a bit disrespectful to enter uninvited but made a mental note to explain why he had not ventured in. The house wasn’t in bad order but it was obvious that Angela was a very busy woman and had very little time for intense housekeeping. ‘Terry’ was happy to do his bit, cleaning the kitchen, organising the utility room and even ironing some of the items once they were dry. It didn’t take him long and once he’d plumped up the cushions, was happy to just lounge around with nothing more taxing than decide which TV channel to watch. # Whilst her guest had that to decide, Angela was in the throes of starting to make some significant changes to her work life. She had resolved that ‘Terry’ was too precious to leave to the vagaries of chance. He had met with nothing but abuse and harm his entire existence and was determined, one way or another, to change that for him. She was angry that such a sweet natured teenager should have suffered so much in his young life. As it was an opportunity arose for her to find out a little more about this ABDL thing that was now occupying a great deal of her business. A supplier had sent an order to the shop instead of direct to the customer. It was a pair of matching shortalls that Daddy Griffin had ordered for his twin boys so Angela put in a call asking if he’d like her to send them on or, if he was in the vicinity, perhaps he’d like to call in. He said he’d pick them up that lunchtime and, he added flirtily, if she was available he’d like to take her to lunch. Needing information she coyly accepted his invitation and hoped this man would provide it. # Perhaps unsurprisingly Angela’s most recent dream had featured, yet again, baby Joshua except with the face and teenage build of ‘Terry’. The dream was bizarre because this amalgamation of two different people didn’t concern her. In fact, in the dream, baby ‘Terry’ crawling around dressed only as an infant had appeared the most natural thing in the world. Even friends who were visiting appeared to accept this large child and everyone loved the cute, loving way he did everything. She’d woken up with this dream very much at the forefront of her mind and, together with the ABDL stuff she’d learned, wondered just how feasible it would be to transform Terry into a dependent little baby. Of course, she was having internal arguments about this game-changing course of action, but still, when she eventually settled the quarrel in her head, it ended up with Terry being with her but not as a teenager. That maternal feeling, the idea of being a mother and having someone completely dependent on her, was very powerful. Logic escaped her as she wondered if her ABDL friends and acquaintances might be able to help. She had no real idea just what steps, if any, needed to be taken, though Mr Griffin’s earlier chat about his boys had firmly planted a seed. # Angela had been unable to find any reference to Blueline30 on the net, although had found a great deal about various tones, rhythms and hypnosis. She’d read that for many Adult Babies/Diaper Lovers (she quite liked the term ‘Diapers’ but wondered if there was perhaps an English version, maybe the TNLL, The Nappy Lovers League?) their only involvement was the wearing of nappies and other childish regalia. For others there was a deeper need which liked a mummy and daddy relationship, whilst for different reasons, some needed to be coerced into a regressed but happier state of mind. This final condition of returning a person to childhood really appealed to her. She wondered about using a similar strategy on Terry and perhaps letting him once and for all, escape from the rotten life that seemed to have engulfed him. # She had taken to ‘Terry’ the second she’d seen this distraught young boy contemplating ending his life. Angela remembered being swamped with concern and compassion, feelings that overwhelmed her to the point her unintended emotions took complete control. She hadn’t known the backstory then yet everything she saw in those initial few seconds screamed at her to look after this boy. What psychic power, what interference from God, what blessings from above had suddenly entered her thoughts, she had no idea. However, she knew instantly she had to protect this child. Unbeknown to both the seed for Gordon’s /Terry’s adoption and regression had been there from that very first sighting. Her soothing initial words, that first understanding touch and the deep desire to be loved by the seriously scared youth clinging to the railings and about to jump to his death, had been Kismet. Fate and fortune intertwined, their future forever interlocked. Although neither was aware of it, both parties needed something, someone in their lives. The stars had aligned and their destiny became one. Gordon didn’t know it but Angela instinctively knew her life was about to change. She had a vision of that future almost immediately, why or where these thoughts /ideas/desires came from was unknown but they had assailed her in several ways. Somehow she knew that this grubby young teenager was destined to be in her life for a long time. She didn’t exactly know how but intended to see it through and hoped that the reason would present itself eventually. # Over lunch Graham Griffin proved to be wonderful company. For the first time in many years Angela was able to relax in the presence of another man. Not that she’d been off-hand or terrified in the past, it was just that there was always a guilty feeling that she was somehow betraying her late husband by even speaking with another man. Graham was different. He was polite, respected boundaries, was playful in the way he addressed her and wasn’t in the least bit pushy, letting Angela lead the conversation. As the lunch progressed Graham (they were now on first name terms) was full of praise for how Angela had taken Everything4Baby and managed to develop it so well. He told her how much it was appreciated by the ‘community’ that she had made space for them to meet and how clever it was to hold that gathering in the shop – the latest baby ranges giving everyone new and exciting ideas. They valued the lengths she had gone to in developing new suppliers, fostering novel ideas, encouraging innovation in parallel with her main business, and in such diverse ways. He also made known that because of her meetings, others planned on having ABDL gatherings at their homes or premises. So the group was becoming even friendlier and more community spirited. Because of this, he tentatively asked if she herself had such preferences, then immediately apologised for being so forward and presumptive that it was something she would share with a relative stranger. # She flushed a bright red and again Graham apologised for being so invasive but she waved her hand to indicate he had no reason to express regret but confirmed she herself had no such desires. However, Angela decided to tell him a few things that she hoped would explain her current interest in all things ABDL but first asked if this smart debonair man wore nappies and such himself. His face split into a huge grin as he laughed out loud. “No, no, no… I love to see them on others and I can understand why some love to wear them but for myself, no.” He elucidated. “My interest is in my boys. When I first knew about them they were young tearaways heading for a rather gloomy existence. Their past had been horrendous and they’d been horribly scarred by their juvenile life… parents, (he shrugged and sighed) an uncaring and hostile environment. I wanted to change that.” This of course struck a chord with Angela. “I’d like to say I did it for the best of reasons but, in truth, they give me far more than I can give them.” He looked down at his empty plate. “I fear I’ve robbed them of growing up to be noisy, naughty, mistake-making, uncaring teenagers, growing into adulthood.” He looked Angela in the eyes. “I love my boys and would do anything for them but I can’t let them ever be anything but toddlers. I’d hate the world to crush them and I have no doubt that the direction they were going, and the choices they’d already made, that would have happened.” He gave a huge sigh. “I can prevent that so they can have a stress-free life of nappies and toys, playtime and fun for as long as I have the ability to give it to them.” He was surprised after such a confession that Angela wasn’t being judgemental. She’d seen how happy and loving the boys were when she had met them on previous occasions at those Sunday meetings. How keen they were to do as daddy said and how polite they were to everyone. They almost glowed with pride if daddy praised them, which he often did, and they would giggle and wriggle in a joyously boyish way before getting back to their play. Graham confessed further that when he’d put the boys in nappies at the very beginning he thought they looked so damn cute and innocent it was difficult seeing them in any other way. It became the prototype look, the one that he based all other decisions on. So, that’s how they were kept, reliant on ‘daddy’ to change and look after them and for them to remain unsophisticated - pure and infantile. # Angela was more than a bit surprised that her lunchtime companion should have spoken so openly about his boys, and yet she understood perfectly. Was this not the way she hoped to help Terry achieve his ambition of a new start? Was this not exactly the same scenario that might just lead to complete contentment on both his and her part? She was excited to know more. #
  6. New to diapers

    Hello, I'm fairly new to being in diapes, I have tried it a few times and really enjoyed it but in wanting to know about wetting. I have wet a diaper before but always changed out of it right away, but I was wondering can you wet a diaper again? And stay in the same diaper after wetting it? Manu thanks Opus
  7. How long and what to do?

    New to wearing diapers but I wanted to know if I wet a diaper how long can you stay in it and what fun can I get up to in wet or messy diaper?
  8. "Alright, Erin, you're up first" Susan, the children's mom, called out as she opened her bedroom door. Erin was the oldest of two children and on the cusp of womanhood at 14 years of age. She had long red hair with grey eyes and freckles along her nose and cheeks she hated, but otherwise creamy pale skin. Her hips had started to fill out and her breasts were coming in, her mother let her carry a purse, wear makeup, and date boys but in other ways she was still treated like a child. Billy, Erin's little brother was still wetting the bed almost nightly at the age of 9, you see. And the children’s mother thought it was important to make sure Billy didn't feel singled out. If Billy had to wear a diaper, then Erin could wear one too and show that is wasn't such a big deal. At first is wasn't such a big deal for Erin, bed wetting ran in her family, she only started having dry nights regularly when she was 13. Erin only recently got a chance to decide if she needed 'protection' at night or not. The family was going on a rather long car trip this morning and Mom thought it a good idea Billy had some protection so they wouldn't stop so often. Like a good daughter Erin walked into her mother's bedroom and closed the door. Susan was laying out a Winnie the Pooh changing mat on her bed and she patted it down expectantly for her daughter. Erin bit her lip and hesitated, "Mom we don't really need to do this." "Oh, you're in charge now?" "No, but... Billy will never know if I just walk out with my night shirt down, right? I'm a big girl now." "That you are, and big girls listen to their mothers. You know how important it is for Billy to see there is nothing wrong with wearing a diaper. He and I will be the only ones who will know. I promise." Erin inhaled deeply. "Ok, if you promise." So the little redhead started to take off her panties and place them on her mother's dresser. She pulled her nightie up and lay back onto the changing mat. Erin's mom started rubbing baby oil into her daughter's skin and Erin fell back into the old rhythm of diaper changes sucking her thumb as her mother went to work. "Which princess do you want today, sweetie?" Erin's mother asked as all her diapers had Disney characters on them. Erin stopped sucking her thumb long enough to say, "Ariel" she had a fondness for the Little Mermaid as she had red hair like Ariel. "Those are all gone, sweetie." Erin pouted, laying on the changing mat just brought the little girl out of her. Mother asked her daughter "How about Belle?" Erin rolled her eyes, "I don't care, it doesn't matter." "Belle, it is, lift up." Erin raised her hips and the yellow Belle diaper was slid under Erin. A few shakes of powder and the who room smelled wonderfully of babies. The diaper was sealed up and Erin got a raspberry from her mom on her belly and both of them broke out in a fit of giggles. "All done, that wasn't so bad was it?" Mom asked. Erin just blushed. It was a lot of fun being in diapers again if she told the truth. She got off the mat and headed to the door, getting a pat on her padded tush as she opened the door and put on a brave face. Billy laughed at his sister in a diaper the second he saw her, and her face turned the same color as her hair. "You look like a baby." Billy teased. "Like anyone will know once I put some pants on." Erin said trying to not be embarrassed. "Its your turn now, so take your diapering like a man." And with that Erin walked to her room with her head held high. Shem might have enjoyed her mother’s attention moments ago but now she just wanted to conceal the diaper poof. Erin put on a pair of comfy plaid lounge pants and tied them tight with a bow over her diaper. Next came light blue tank top with a smilie face sun on the chest. Putting on her sock and shoes she put her hair in a messy bun and headed out to check on her brother. Billy was walking out of their mother's room in his Car’s diaper and he turned red faced now. “Still think I’m a baby for wearing a diaper?” Asked Erin “Only babies were them.” Billy said with a huff. “Only babies use them. I bet you I can stay dry longer than you can.” Susan smiled, way to use sibling rivalry for her benefit. “Ok, if either one of you can stay dry for the whole trip you’ll get a special treat.” Erin and her brother shook on the challenge. “Hurry up squirt, it is still dark out and I want to get some sleep in the car.” The family was making great progress in their road trip not having to stop every few miles for a pee break. Billy loudly proclaimed he’d be the champion in this contest with his big sister. When he started getting cranky Mom handed Erin the cooler she kept on the front passenger seat and told her to give her brother a juice box. “Oh no, you’re trying to set me up. “ Billy protested. “I’m not, you’re just thirsty.” Erin said as she stabbed a straw in and started sipping “See I’ll drink one too.” With that Billy took a juice box and order was restored in the car. They family stopped for lunch, and they all got a soda. Billy went into the men’s room but was sure the strangers would see his diaper and opted to wash his hands twice rather than risk exposing himself. Things would be worse for Erin, she too decided to hold it in rather than deal with other people finding out about her padding. Besides they were so close to Grandma and Grandpa’s 90 minutes, she could hold it that long. 90 minutes and they’d be scot free. For the last leg of journey Mom wouldn’t stop praising her kids about what great time they made and how proud she was they were keeping their diapers dry. Billy kept his mouth shut as he saw the sign for the next rest stop. He was sure if he just focused he could hold it in. 15 minutes later however… Hiiiiiissssssssss “Someone spring a leak?” Mom joked and Erin giggled. Billy tried so hard to stay dry and be a big kid, but failed. He was just a big baby in wet diapers now. With no point in even trying to act otherwise Billy started to cry. Billy could be a brat sometimes but Erin still loved him . “Aww, you tried,” Erin said and tried to hug her baby brother. Billy just shoved her away. “Everyone will know I wet myself.” “No they won’t your diaper will keep you dry.” Mom said. “And now you’re mad at me.” Cried Billy “Mom doesn’t care if you wet your diaper, silly. Do you, Mom?” “Of course not.” “Yes you do, and everyone in the family will laugh at me when I get out of the car.” “No, I’ll prove it. Mom, can I wet my diaper?” “Of course, why else wear one.” Erin didn’t have to work hard; she really did need to go. At first it was just a tinkle, but soon she found her bladder wanted to empty. Feeling the warm piss on her skin felt so naughty but was so much fun. “See no big deal.” Erin said with a smile. Billy was happy he wouldn’t be the only wet baby at the family reunion. When the car pulled up to Grandpa and Grandma’s farm there was no shortage of family to greet them. More than Erin or Billy would have liked. They hoped no one would notice the pissy smell. Erin grew pale as Aunt Carol’s daughter, Rachel, approached. They were supposed to be close as sisters, and they certainly fought like sisters sometimes. There was a clear rivalry between the girls as to who the beauty of the family was. A few years ago Erin showed some of her rival’s night time garments to other family members and they had a good laugh that Rachel wore diapers to bed not that Erin didn’t as well, but her mom was more discreet about it. Now when the two cousins embraced in a fake hug of sisterhood Erin could tell her cousin felt the soggy padding. “Payback time, Erin.” Rachel whispered in Erin’s ear. “Hey everyone, look at how Erin’s mom dresses her!” With a fluid motion Erin’s pants were dropped and her sagging diaper was exposed. “Oh my God! You’re wet it too!” Rachel called out, her dark brown eyes full of delight. The cousins were laughing at Erin now, and she went beet red. “I just did it so…” Erin clammed up so as to not embarrass her brother. “Leave me alone.” Erin started to run inside and forgot her pants were down, falling on her face. More laughter from the cousins. Erin pulled up her pants and scrambled inside with tears in her eyes. “You think it is funny do wear a diaper do you?” Aunt Carol asked her daughter. Deep within the farm house Susan went looking for her daughter to check on her and help her clean up. In a large guest bed room she found Erin in tears. “I’m so proud of you honey.” Susan said. “For wetting myself like a big baby?” Erin sniffled back tears. “For protecting your little brother. Now you did stay dry the longest, so what do you want as a reward?”
  9. I think building tension in stories is the best way to excite the reader. They are especially helpful when reinforcing power dynamics (a major part of any story with D/S elements) amongst the characters. When you're writing for a fetish, you have the benefit of assuming that your reader is aroused or is looking to become aroused. Because of this, I think the best approach is to tease them a little and to hint at what's to come then from there build it by dragging out. For example, say you're making a scene where the tension is wetting, it would go something like this: "You were such a good girl drinking both your bottles for Nanny! Weren't you? Yes you were!" Katie hated that this woman could do this to her. Her Daddy knew she didn't like Nanny, a woman only 10 years older than her, yet fully in charge while Daddy was at work. But in her marriage, she didn't make the rules. So here we have a power dynamic created, the reluctantly submissive infantilized wife, who is competing against her caretaker while her Daddy is away. The use of a Nanny is especially good because the reader knows that Daddy will win no matter what, even Katie has accepted that. If we wanted Katie to get punished for something she could compete against him. But this Nanny, well...maybe Katie can retain some control over her situation after all. Nanny might be an agent enforcing Daddy's will, but she isn't Daddy. We've also introduced an element that will have to be addressed, the not one but two bottles Katie has ingested. The fact she was praised for this implies it was somehow harder to do and potentially challenging. It also implies she has done something Nanny wanted. So, score the first point for Nanny. "Now come along Katie, crawl alongside Nanny to the rocking chair. That's a good girl. Up on Nanny's knee, it's ok to stand up." Using her helpless mitten-encased hands, Katie pushed up and begrudgingly sat on the vile woman's lap. Her large pacifier hid most of her scowling expression, but her eyes still blazed resentment at her situation. Her thick diaper crinkled as she lowered herself onto Nanny's knee. "Sit up straight now darling," Nanny corrected. Katie straitened up, her naked breasts peeking out from under the bottom of her bib, nipples dangling in front of Nanny and ensuring she had no modesty here. So these were just a few little battles that Katie has chosen not to fight Nanny on. Maybe she has tried earlier and lost. Maybe her bottom is still sore from the last time Nanny had to tell her to sit up straight. She had to get permission just to stand up? More to the point, Katie didn't stand until she was told it was ok. The point is, these are easy little ways to reinforce who is in control here. Even calling her darling, when Katie has clearly shown she is not her darling, is a great way to reinforce who is running the show. Nanny is scoring more points, but they're small ones. But allowing Nanny to score them is important, because the reader likes being reminded in unique little ways that Katie isn't in control. We've set the stage for something larger though, now let's find out what it is. Nanny reached up and removed the pacifier from Katie's mouth. "Don't worry little one, I'll make sure you get it back as soon as we're done." Nanny's smile was not returned. Suddenly Katie felt a hand gliding up her back, stopping in the middle below her shoulder blades. Gently, yet forcefully, Katie felt the hand rhythmically begin patting her back. "Let it all out little one. That was a lot of milk you just drank." Katie stared at the wall in front of her, feeling her face redden. Nanny only smiled. A text alert came on Nanny's phone, but she didn't lose pace for a second as she reached for it with her free hand. Katie felt a slight urge to burp and, with embarrassment, gave a little squeak. "Very good baby!" Nanny cheered as she unlocked her phone, never lifting her eyes. As much as she hated it, she knew her caretaker wouldn't stop until Katie had done this at least two or three times. Katie lowered her face to try and sneak a peak at Nanny's phone, held in the hand that now rested on Katie's smoothly shaven legs. Without taking her eyes off the phone Nanny told Katie "eyes ahead" with a tone of warning, all the while never stopping her rhythmic patting. "Well baby girl, it seems your Daddy will be home early today." Katie's heart practically lept for joy with the knowledge she would be freed of her tormentor earlier than expected. "How long?" Katie could feel angry eyes looking up at her, so she quickly added, "Nanny". This seemed to placate her. "He'll be here in an hour or so, maybe a little longer." This was excellent news. If Daddy was going to be here in an hour, that meant she wouldn't have to put up with Nanny giving her another change. She was beginning to feel the first inklings of pressure from her bottles, so she knew would be close, but Katie could manage. Buoyed by this pleasant news, Katie gave another little burp, much to Nanny's delight. Now we know what's at stake here. Katie does not like being changed by her Nanny. She can prevent this by waiting until Nanny leaves to need a diaper change. Note that it's inevitable that she will use her diaper, the two bottles Nanny gave her at the beginning of the scene have determined that, but she does have a chance at winning some control. This is what the audience loves. It's such a low bar to meet that requires such little control, yet we've magnified the stakes because it takes place in the larger context of the power struggle between Katie and Nanny. All the little battles Katie has been losing throughout the scene won't matter because if she can just get this one victory, she will have won the game. She demonstrates this by happily burping, indicating that there's only one fight she wants to take on. Now, let's add the tension. "Well Katie, I think that's enough of that for today. Those bottles should be nice and comfy in your tummy." Nanny gave her a little poke in her stomach to press her point. This annoyed Katie, but she was ready to get off Nanny's lap and back to her play pen to wait for Daddy. Katie shifted her weight forward to bring her toes to the floor. From there she would plop down and await the instruction to "crawl". Before polka dotted socks could touch the carpet however, Nanny pushed her back into her seated position. "Just where are you in a hurry to get to, little one?" Nanny demanded, looking a bit surprised. "I...I wanted to go back to playing with my toys," Katie lied. "Ummhmmm," Nanny hummed with a skeptical look. "Slide over just a little bit sweetie," Nanny commanded. Reluctantly Katie slid on her lap, guided of course by Nanny's hands, until she faced away from Nanny and towards the room, her diapered butt squarely on the tops of Nanny's knees. This shift had caused her legs to spread wide on either direction of Nanny's. The position caused a slight uptick in pressure in Katie's bladder. "Nanny, what ar-" "Shhhhhh," Nanny quieted Katie's worried question. She lifted her pacifier back up towards her mouth, the rubber barely clipping her naked breast before it found its way between her lips. Nervous, Katie gave a cautionary and accepting suck. "Thaaat's a good girl," Nanny said as she stroked her hair. "I wanted to surprise little Katie with a ride today! Yes I did!" With that, Nanny began a gentle bounce with her knees, causing Katie to breathe in with surprise. "See?" Nanny asked. "You're riding a horsey! Isn't that fun?" Katie looked alarmed. The gentle knee bounces couldn't get much more violent before the escalating pressure they put on her bladder could cause a problem. "Nanwy, I don't wike this game." Katie pleaded from behind her pacifier and over the loud crinkles of her diaper. Both the reader and Katie know about the urge to pee she is fighting. We also know that Katie is supposed to be in control of her situation. She picked her battle knowing she only had to beat the clock, but now Nanny has thrown off the routine! But it's too late to change the objective. Katie just has to work harder for it now, meaning we've raised the stakes. The greater the challenge, the greater the reward...but also the bigger the potential fall. Katie tries to get a handle on things by pleading with Nanny to let her off to play with her toys, not good in a battle of wills. Will it work? "Now now little one, this is a fun game. See?" With that, Nanny put her arms around Katie and intensified her bounces. Of course not! Nanny shows her power as the conflict escalates. Katie lowered her hands, pressing them into the front of her diaper in a bid to fight the building pressure. If she could only close her legs! Nanny reached out and grabbed her wrists, pushing them up above her shoulders. "Hands up on the horsey, baby girl! It's like you're in the rodeo! Weeee!" With a grimace and a look of disdain Katie bit down on her pacifier, meekly holding her hands up in the air as she bounced up and down, up and down...Her arms now bouncing as much as her exposed breasts, her childish bib flailing as if in the wind. The pressure was rapidly building, but Katie knew Nanny couldn't keep this up forever. She just had to hang on... Suddenly she felt fingers at her exposed sides. Just below her ribs they danced quickly across her skin. By reflex, Katie shot her arms down to defend her sides. She arched her back in an attempt to get away, her diapered butt knowing better than to try and escape from Nanny's knee. An unwilling smile formed and she bit down to try and keep her pacifier in place, another object that was forbidden to leave by anything by Nanny's hand. A pained giggle emanated from behind the plastic guard. Nanny stopped momentarily to lift up her hands and to remind her, sternly, that she was at the rodeo, doubling her bouncing efforts at the same time. Immediately, her fingers continued their torment. Katie was on the edge of bursting into tears, as much from the tickling and squirming she was helplessly doing as from the exponentially rising pressure in her bladder. Just hang on! Katie was yelling to herself on the inside. She was giggling uncontrollably, and each laughter weakened the dam she was trying desperately to hold up. She could feel Nanny's legs slowing however, weakening from the weight of bouncing an grown adult woman. Her fingers seemed to be tiring as well, as Katie forced herself to try and relax and stop being tickled. We're at the climax now, and in her darkest hour Katie can see rays of hope. She's at the breaking point. Nanny has thrown surprises at her but she has so far persevered. Can she hang on and win her battle? "Pleaseeee Nannnyyyyyy," Katie pleaded through gritted teeth. Finally, her tormentor removed her fingers. A few surrendering bounces stopped as her tired legs came to a halt. Nanny laughed as she looked curiously at the woman on her lap. Katie was breathing heavily and still desperately hanging on. A drop or two had been absorbed by her diaper, but only she would know. "Well, didn't you have fun at the rodeo, little one?" Nanny asked casually, quickly slipping two fingers under her diaper to check for wetness. They were a little slow to withdraw, almost as if disappointed. Katie smirked behind her pacifier, though from her position she was confident Nanny couldn't see. Ah haaa. Now we see that Nanny knew what game they were playing the whole time. Was this always her plan? Is that why she gave so many bottles, to force out a wetting? We don't know if Nanny has planned this from the beginning or adopted it when she got the text, but now we understand Katie has won a game with even higher stakes than she realized. This is a big victory for a woman (dare we call her by her real age? Has she earned that?) who doesn't get many at all. Taking one more deep breath to recover, her confidence was growing. With an air of victory Katie responded, "Yeth Nanny, I di-" Suddenly she felt two arms on her tummy, squeezing in tight. She had been looking towards the ceiling to conceal her little smirk and didn't realize Nanny had reached around her waist to give an apparent hug. With a gasp Katie exhaled, her pacifier falling towards her dangling legs. The force of Nanny's squeeze caused her top half to lose her balance, her back pressing into Nanny's waiting chest. The back of her head came to rest beside Nanny's own, gently on her shoulder. If someone had taken a picture, they would have seen a smiling caretaker holding relaxed adult baby girl, her legs spread wide and high in an attempt to regain balance, and a diaper puffing out on the superior woman's lap. Before she had even realized what was going on, Katie heard the sound she had dreaded every day she spent with this woman. The dark spot already forming on the white and puffy elevated diaper. Though their faces were right next to each other, they watched with different expressions. Katie's dismay at her failure bore out on her face as she bit her lip in an attempt to ward off tears. A confident smile appeared on Nanny's face, a quick flash a sadism telling the world she had achieved the result she wanted. Katie tried to sit up, but Nanny pulled her in tight. "Good girl Katie, just let it all out." Defeated, Katie simply relaxed against Nanny's body and froze into place. A muffled sniffle managed to be heard above the wetting, but the tears would soon form. "It's alright sweetie, we'll go straight to the changing table and get you a fresh clean diaper. I might make it a nighttime one, we've been saying these daytime diapers just don't do the trick for too long now. Yes, this one's gonna be sooo full when you finish." With that Katie could no longer contain herself. She let out a wail that filled the room. Nanny simply cooed and patted her head until Katie had finished. After the diaper could take no more, Nanny gently let the baby back on the floor. Soggy and wet, Katie waited instruction as she tried to quiet herself on all fours. Picking up Katie's pacifier from the floor, Nanny cleaned it on her dangling bib before plopping it back into her mouth. Katie looked up at her with defeated and watery eyes. Nanny gave her a gentle smile before looking forward and beginning to walk towards the door. She allowed herself a few feet a which Katie, surprised again, only looked at the back of her caretaker. "Crawl," she said to the front of the room. Soggy diaper in tow, Katie did. Ah yes, it's always fun to keep the reader on their toes. Even when Katie thinks she's won, Nanny snatches back a victory. It was a humiliating defeat for Katie and she can't even contain that she lost. She cried when she wet her diaper because she knew both of them knew she was trying to hold it in. Ironically, if Katie had just submitted and wet like a good little girl without a fuss, the victory for Nanny would have been like the others, uncontested and un-noteworthy. If the story had continued, it's this game where it's best if you don't play that slowly breaks down a submissive character. We can see in the future where Katie has lost so many battles like this she doesn't even try, she becomes the compliant baby that Nanny wants. But for right now, she is still fighting and losing, and that's the potent spice to the story. Katie chose to fight and because of that she lost more than just the right to avoid one of Nanny's diaper changes. That is how you can use power dynamics and tension to build up your story.
  10. Chie and Yukiko wet

    From the album Pics commissioned by Merunyaa

    Chie and Yukiko realizes they may have just had an accident ;P
  11. What do you use your Diapers for?

    I just want to know how people use their diapers.
  12. What is the difference between the Big Kid Training Pant and the My First Training Pants? Can they hold a full wetting? http://www.baby-pants.com/training_Pants.php#p7GPc2_2
  13. Miss Mallory

    Long time lurker, first time writer. Let me know what you think! #### (1.) I really couldn’t afford to complain… I’ll admit that I hadn’t planned on spending my entire summer babysitting Emmy McKale, but I was getting paid an exorbitant amount of money to do so...And considering that I was currently out of a job, well, beggars can’t be choosers. I finished putting the blankets out on the couch--Emmy wasn’t due to arrive for another ten minutes, but her parents had a late flight to catch. I didn’t want to be the lame babysitter who sent her to bed right away on her first night here. It was summer vacation, after all. I’d just finished laying out the snacks when the doorbell rang. I hurried to get across the living room, and banged my shin on the coffee table. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from cursing, and hobbled over to answer the door. “Hey guys!” I said, smiling through the pain. “Hello, Mallory. Thanks for watching Emory for us.” William, Emory’s dad, said, handing me an envelope. “There’s money in here for groceries, activities, pretty much anything you might need while we’re gone. Whatever you don’t spend, you can keep.” “Thanks, Mr. McKale.” “Mallory!” that was all the warning I got before Emory crashed into me at full speed, flinging her arms around my middle. I gave her a good squeeze in return before lifting her onto my hip. “Hey, Emmy! It’s good to see you!” Melanie, Emory’s mom, was struggling to carry all of Emmy’s things, so I put Emmy down to go help her. “Thanks, dear.” she said breathlessly, handing me a large box of what I could now see were diapers. They weren’t real diapers, per se, but those bedwetting pants for kids that call themselves something else so they don’t wreck kids’ self-esteem. All things considered, Emory never really put up much of a fuss when it was time to get ready for bed, and I was grateful; any of the other ten-year-olds I babysat would have had a fit if I so much as mentioned any kind of protection. I looked back over at Emory who had bent down to pick up her bag. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing the waistband of her diaper. If she noticed, she didn’t seem to care. Besides, I thought it was kind of cute anyway. It certainly made my job easier, since she was so accepting of having to wear protection. “You can just put your things in the guest room, Emmy. You remember where it is, right?” Emmy grinned and took off up the stairs. “Yep.” I helped Emory’s mom bring in the rest of her things. By the time we’d finished Emory was back. William looked at his watch. “We should go.” he knelt down and opened his arms to Emmy. Emmy didn’t waste any time leaping into them. “Bye daddy. I love you! Have fun!” “I love you too, sweetheart. Be good for Mallory, okay?” Emmy nodded. “I will!” she said, and moved on to repeat the process with her mother. “Emergency numbers are on the fridge, same as always. We’ll be back in a few weeks.” Melanie lowered her voice and pulled me aside. “Just so you know, Emmy’s bedwetting has gotten worse. The boxes have diapers in them now, we were in a hurry when we packed, so I just threw everything together. There might be a few pull-ups left in there, but make sure she wears the diapers to bed.” I nodded. “Okay. Will do, thanks for the heads-up.” “We’ve had a few daytime incidents, too. It’s usually when she’s distracted, so please remind her to go potty.” I nod. I normally get this kind of thing from my younger kids’ parents, but with the money I was making, I wasn’t about to complain. Emmy wasn’t that much bigger than some of my six-year-olds, now that I thought about it... Melanie reached out to hug me. “We love you too, you know.” My face heated up. “Thanks. I love you guys too. Be safe, and happy anniversary.” Melanie smiled and followed her husband toward the door. Emory was too short to see out the window of the storm door, so I lifted her onto my hip so we could wave to her parents as they drove away. I could feel that her diaper was pretty wet, and I wondered why she hadn’t said anything. “Do I have to go to bed soon?” Emmy asked. “You know I’m not that lame. You can stay up for a bit, but first, you need a diaper change.” “But, I’m not even that wet!” Emmy protested. “I don’t know about that...Besides, you didn’t speak up and tell me you were wet, and I’m not having you get diaper rash on my watch, missy.” She was usually really well-behaved, but I knew from experience that she wasn’t above making a break for it if she thought she could get away with it. “Let’s go, munchkin.” Emmy pouted, and her big brown eyes almost made me reconsider. Almost. “Nice try, kiddo. But, that doesn’t work on me.” I headed up the stairs to the guest room and laid Emmy down on the guest bed. Her diaper was even more wet than I’d thought, I discovered, once I started changing her, and I didn’t think it would’ve taken much more before leaking. “‘Not that wet’, huh?” I wondered, tickling her a little so she knew I wasn’t upset. She squirmed and I let up before I ended up having to change the sheets on the bed too. “Sorry. Guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Emmy said, refusing to make eye contact with me. I brushed some long brown hair out of her eyes. I didn’t totally buy it, but it wasn’t worth making a big deal out of it. “It’s alright, I’m not mad. Try to remember to tell me when you need changing, okay? Otherwise I’m gonna have to start checking for myself.” “Okay,” Emmy said, sitting up once I’d finished. She scampered over to her suitcase and took out a footed sleeper. “I got new pajamas!” She said. “Can you help me with them?” I suspected that she didn’t really need help, but I didn’t have the heart to deny her if such a simple thing would make her happy. Internally, I knew that the pajamas would probably just get in the way if she woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom, but she was in diapers anyway, so I wasn’t going to dwell on it. I’m such a pushover… She looked absolutely adorable in her pjs, which did nothing at all to hide her diapered state. “Feel like doing anything in particular?” I asked. “I wanna play Overwatch.” Emmy said. “I brought my PS4.” “Okay. Do you need help setting it up?” Emmy shook her head. “Nope. I can do it.” “Okay. Mind if I keep you company? Emmy smiled. “Sure! Can I have a snack?” “I think that can be arranged. How about some chips and pretzels?” I wasn’t in the mood to start fussing around in the kitchen, since it was so late, and I hoped that those would be enough. “That sounds good to me.” Emmy said. “I’m gonna go set my game up. You should play too; it’s fun.” I shrugged. “We’ll see,” I had enough trouble getting to sleep without overstimulating my brain. But, I hadn’t played video games in a while, and the offer was tempting. I went to scrounge for suitable snack food, while Emmy set up her game. She was faster than I expected she would be, and she was already getting started by the time I got to the living room, arms laden with plunder from the kitchen. “Get on the point, guys!” She snapped into her headset--it took me a minute to realize that she was talking to someone. “Relax.” I said, a little more sternly than I meant to. “It’s just a game.” Emmy sighed and folded her arms as the word ‘defeat’ flashed up on the screen in bright red letters. “Tough luck,” I said, and patted her back. “You’ll get ‘em next time.” Emmy angrily crunched into a pretzel and pouted. “Do you want to play? You don’t have to play in Competitive matches if you don’t want to. Those can get pretty intense.” “Why not? Think I’ll stick with the small fish though.” I said, and she passed me the controller. The controls were pretty straightforward, and although the other team wiped the floor with me several times--I don’t think I got a single kill--it was fun. It was easy to see how someone could get addicted to this kind of thing. It wasn’t my cup of tea, but if I had nothing else to do, it was a nice way to kill time. Emmy squirmed next to me. At first, I thought that she was just anxious to get back to the game. Then, when I heard the subtle crinkling of her pull-up, I realized that there was a much more obvious explanation. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” “Nope, I’m alright.” I raised an eyebrow. “If you say so…” I passed her the controller. I focused most of my attention on the screen, but I was still watching Emmy out of my peripheral vision. I’d been babysitting enough to know that the ‘potty dance’ never really changes; kids just get better at hiding it as the get older. Another thing I learned was to trust my gut. And right now, my gut was telling me that everything about Emmy’s posture screamed: I really have to pee! “Okay,” I said as my latest foray into the gaming world ended with another stomping. “Time for a potty break.” “I don’t even have to go!” Emmy protested. She looked a little embarrassed. “You do so,” I countered. “You’ve been squirming non-stop for the past five minutes. Even if you don’t think you need to go, I want you to try anyway.” Emory huffed. “Fine.” She must have needed to go worse than she thought, because as soon as she stood up, she let out a little gasp and sprinted for the bathroom. I laughed a little to myself. Emmy came back and sat down on the couch. “Did you make it okay?” Emmy nodded. “Let’s check. Just to be sure.” “I don’t need you to check me,” Emmy whined. “Well, if you had told me you were wet earlier, I wouldn’t feel like I needed to. Besides, if you’re dry, I don’t have anything to worry about, right?” “Right,” Emmy didn’t look at me. I knew then what I was going to find, and I was a little annoyed that she lied, but I decided to give her another chance to come clean. “Is there something you wanna tell me?” I asked. Emmy shook her head. “Are you sure?” Emmy nodded. The silence was another giveaway, but even so, I went as slowly as possible as I unzipped her pjs. As I suspected, she was soaked. “Sweetheart,” I began gently. “What happened?” “I tried. I really did…” Emmy croaked, and burst into tears. “It’s okay, little one.” I said, pulling her close. “I’m not mad.” Privately, I was a little irritated. As much as I wanted to give Emmy the benefit of the doubt, all the evidence for this particular accident pointed to laziness rather than any physical problem. Still, Emmy’s mom had warned me that they’d been having some daytime issues, and I knew it wouldn’t be fair of me to hold Emmy completely responsible. But, I didn’t want to let her off the hook scot-free either… “It’s no big deal,” I told her. “Just try to pay more attention next time, okay?” “‘Kay. I’m sorry.” Emmy said quietly. I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay. I think it’s just about bedtime, though. Do you want to take a bath now, or do you normally take care of that in the morning?” Emmy shrugged. I sighed and lifted Emmy onto my hip when I stood up. “Well, since you don’t know, I think we’d be better off doing it now. A nice, warm bath might help you relax.” Emory didn’t say anything back. She just hummed and rested her head on my shoulder. I patted her bottom, more out of instinct than anything else. I hadn’t meant to call attention to the state of her pull-up, at least not more than I had already; but it couldn’t be helped. I ended up doing most of the work in the bathroom. Emmy just sort of zoned out and plonked herself down in the tub. “Emmy, you’re getting a rash.” I said. Maybe it was for the best that I was doing the scrubbing, since I might not have found out about it until it got much worse. “You need to tell me when you need changing.” I reminded her. I figured that it had already started before she came over, but I didn’t want it getting worse. Emmy just nibbled on her thumb. “I wish you’d tell me what’s bothering you.” I said, since it was obvious that something was on her mind. “I don’t know...I just feel off.” Emmy said. “Do you think you’re getting sick?” I reached out to feel her forehead. She didn’t seem feverish. Emmy shook her head. “I don’t know how to explain it.” “Hmm.” I was at a loss. I couldn’t do much if Emmy didn’t tell me what was wrong. “I think you’re just tired.” I pulled the plug on the drain and wrapped Emmy in a big, fluffy towel. I thought it was strange that she hadn’t offered even token resistance to me babying her since her accident. In truth, I’d been hoping for some kind of reaction, but at the same time, her being so docile was making my job easier. Emmy didn’t fight me when it was time to put her diaper on, and she was small enough that moving her around wasn’t too much of a chore. “Good night, Emmy.” I told her, once she was tucked in. “I’ll be right down the hall if you need anything.” “Night, Mallory.” Emmy answered. “Could you leave the door open a little?” “Sure thing, munchkin. Sweet dreams.” It only took me a few seconds to cross the room, but in the thin strip of light that washed over the bed, I could see that Emmy was already asleep.
  14. Hello, all you lovely people! Recently, one of my ABDL sisters brought to my attention a site for ABDL hypnosis and I wanted to share it with you. The site is called "My Little Lullaby" and it is a site where you can buy lots of different trance recordings and even order custom tracks. The tracks follow the same kind of suggestive messages you find in meditation recordings and the like and are meant to encourage ABDL behaviors you would like to have more often. I have bought the two free ones, "Sleep Like a Baby" and "Forever Young" and also purchased the "Diaper Wetting" one to see if it would help me with the mental block I often have when I need to go potty during my little time. I am very pleased to report that they both worked like a charm! The "Sleep Like a Baby" one had me down for the count like magic, and I woke up feeling very little. I was so impressed that I tried the "Diaper Wetting" one right after waking up, as I had to go potty and even though I tried lying in bed it wasn't working. This is pretty common for me, as I need to be upright to actually pee. It annoys me in little space because it just doesn't feel right to me. So I listened to the diaper wetting track and after it was over, still lying down, I relaxed and was able to wet myself right in my bed! I was ecstatic! I'll be listening to this track every time I have little space with the hopes that soon I will just be able to wet myself regularly into my diapers! The one selling these tracks, Ember, has the softest sweetest voice, and each track comes with boy and girl variants so you are being directly addressed by the gender you identify with as a little in any circumstance! I cannot recommend her enough. After being burnt so much in the past on piss-poor hypnosis tracks, here's one that really works! If you're looking for good hypnosis files, please check the site out! http://mylittlelullaby.com/
  15. Suggested sub-boards

    I've already suggested to Mike that it would add more clarity to the IC board to add a bit more focus. To just have IC desires and bedwetting is so narrow. I may be ( for all practical purposes) bowel incon with limited bladder control, I am in effect a bedwetter. But I'm so much more, as I suspect many of us are. If we are to compete ( don't think that's the intention of the site) with the likes of adisc, we should have ease of search and post that fits individual needs. I suggested to Mike that the simple division could include #1- IC desires, #2- bedwetters, #3 bowel/fecal IC, #4- bladder/ urinary IC, #5 total IC. Too much? Possibly. But certainly more clarity and or division is needed.
  16. Staying with my Aunt Sharon

    As mom got in the car she said, "be a good boy for your Aunt Sharon!" I was sad and had been crying at the thought of my mommy being away for a whole week. "We will have so much fun!", my aunt consoled. It was certainly not easy for a 5 year old boy to be in a strange place for a whole week. I continued to pout as mommy drove away. "Let's go in and get a snack," Sharon said as she carried my suitcase and put my mom's quilted, baby blue bag over her shoulder. I agreed and took her hand. I enjoyed the graham crackers and apple juice she gave me and I was getting more comfortable. After finishing, she turned on the TV and I sat in a beanbag chair and watched my favorite cartoons, bugs and daffy made me almost forget mommy had left. As I sat and watched I started needing to pee. I didn't know where the potty was and I didn't always make it on time even at home. Aunt Sharon asked me if I needed to potty right after my snack but I didn't need to go then. I kept watching TV. Roadrunner was on and he was my favorite. I waited to long and soon felt a warmness on my crotch and bottom. I kept watching TV. Aunt Sharon came to check on me. She soon noticed my pants were wet. "Uh oh, Dougie, looks like you tee-teed in your pants. Let's get you cleaned up." She led me by the hand around the corner into a bedroom. My suitcase and quilted bag were on the dresser. She went to a closet and took out a plastic mat. It crinkled as she spread it on the bed. She lifted me up and laid me on the mat on my back. She took a round plastic canister of wipes out of the bag along with a light blue pair of my cloth trainers. She pulled of my shorts and I looked down to see that the pair of thick white trainers I was wearing were soaked and not near as warm as before. "You are a wet little boy!" she said pleasantly as she pulled off my trainers. I flinched as she wiped my genitals and bottom with the cold wipe. She looked at me and smiled. "Sometimes we have accidents, it's ok!" "Tell Aunt Sharon when you need to tee-tee next time. She finished wiping me down then slipped on the blue trainers and a pair of green shorts from my suitcase. "Now, then, all clean!" she said as she helped me off the bed. She rolled up the mat with my wet clothes inside and led me off to the living room. She took the mat to the washroom. I watched TV and soon forgot about my accident. She came back in the room and asked me. "Do you need to go potty?" "We have some errands to run". I shook my head no. She said, "Let's go try". and she led me to the bathroom then sat me on the potty. I tried and I pooted a couple of times but I couldn't go. She left and went across the hall into the bedroom. She returned with a pair of plastic pants. "Let's put these on just in case", she said as she took off my shorts. She pulled the plastic pants over my training undies and pulled my shorts back up. "Tell me if you need to potty," she reminded me. We loaded into her station wagon and she strapped me in the back seat opposite of her. She gave me a few books to read while we drove. We first pulled through the bank and I was given a sucker. It was orange, not my favorite but I happily sucked on it anyway. We went in the grocery store and she asked me if I wanted to ride in the basket seat. I nodded Ok and she asked me again if I needed to potty. I said I didn't. We left the grocery and went into McDonalds. I had a hamburger and some fries. She said,"You can play on the playground awhile if you want". I happily agreed and she read a magazine she picked up in the market. I climbed to the top of the slide and slid down over and over again. I was the only one in the store but I didn't mind. I crawled through the tunnel and swung on the swing. I felt that the inside of my pants had gotten a little wet. I didn't tell auntie though because I wanted to keep playing. By then a mom with two kids had come to the playground. She had a small baby and a toddler. We played and had a good time. I crawled back in the tunnel. It was nice and dark and I stood on my knees very quietly. My tummy growled and I pooted again. I stayed motionless. I pooted again and pushed. I could feel poopy filling up the seat of my pants. I pushed again and more poots produced more poo on top of the warm sticky ball already in the seat of my pants. I stood up and waddled to the side of the tunnel, still out of sight of my auntie and the mother. The mother called to her toddler, "Shawn, come see mommy". I peeked around the side of the tunnel as she asked, "do you have poo poo?" and checked his diaper. "I sure thought I smelled poo" and she checked the baby. "Hmmm you're clean, too". Aunt Sharon looked up from her magazine. "Dougie, come here please". She shook her head as I waddled towards her. She said to the mother "I think this is our culprit". I looked down and stuck my fingers in my mouth, something I did when I was nervous or shy about something. She stood up as I approached and leaned over my shoulder and pulled back the waistband of my shorts and pants. "Yep, he has dirty britches" She confirmed. The mom looked a little shocked that a boy my age would still be pooping in his pants. "Time to go now" she said as she grabbed her purse and led me toward the door. We approached the station wagon and she opened the back tailgate. She move a few things out of the way as I stood next to the back fender with the open gate shielding us. She grabbed my bag from the back seat. she opened the wipes and put them on the ground and placed the bag in the back area. She took my shorts off with out removing my shoes. I stood there in only a tee shirt, plastic pants and trainers she pulled some wipes from the canister. She carefully pulled down the plastic layer. "You're wet too" she said to herself. "I thought we were going to tell auntie when we needed to potty!", she scolded. "And I just asked you a few minutes ago" I looked down and continued to suck my fingers. My pants were at my ankles and I could see that poop filled the entire bottom of my pants. She reached over me and wiped my bottom, dropping the dirty wipe into the seat of the dirty underwear. She wiped two more times and then pulled the dirty pants off, removing the unders from the shorts. Bare-bottomed, she led me around the tailgate into open view and lifted me into the back of the station wagon. She took another pair of underwear from the bag and pulled my green shorts back on. "We need to make another stop",she said sternly. "You are out of plastic pants, Do you think you can keep from wetting your pants for a few minutes?" I didn't say anything as we rode. I kept sucking my fingers. "you shouldn't put your fingers in your mouth!" auntie warned. "I shouldn't be surprised though", she said under her breath. We stopped at an Eckerd drug store and we went in. We found our way to the baby aisle. "here's what we need" She said as she found the largest size Pampers. She continued shopping, selecting some Desitin ointment and a bottle of baby powder. We carried them to the counter and headed home. As soon as we arrived home she took me inside, without even unloading her shopping bounty. She again took me into the bedroom. "Little boys that wet and mess their britches need diapers", she said as she again took off my pants and underwear. She also pulled off my tee shirt as I laid on the bed naked. She lifted my legs and slipped the diaper under me. She pulled up the front and taped it on. "Now we won't need to worry" she said matter of factly. "Naptime" she said as she laid me on the bed. I fell asleep right away and woke up to a soaked diaper. I walked into the kitchen where Aunt Sharon was making dinner. "That is one wet diaper!" she said as she looked at me. She didn't bother taking me to the bedroom. I saw that the Pampers were now in the corner of the living room. She changed me quickly right in the floor. A week went by and I didn't use the potty once. When mommy returned, Aunt Sharon told her that she had put me in diapers. "I have been thinking about doing it anyway", she told Sharon. Dougie obviously isn't ready to be a big boy!
  17. The Woes of Maddison Page Prologue - Come sit with me before you go to bed baby. Monday – After School the Week Before Christmas Break: Mom was sitting on the couch in the living room after another feverish afternoon of cleaning an already spotless house, and cooking us a meal that was too big for two girls. I swear she must have imagined dirt to clean and mouths to feed. Dad never pushed her to keep the house like this, and he was just as happy with take out as the next guy. All the same, I’m pretty sure we could eat off the picture frames in the hallway. I was certain they were FDA approved for eating off of. Our house was that clean. Super clean house or no, she looked super cute sitting there in her PJs watching Adventure Time. It was my senior year and we were in offseason for cross country, so I was getting home around three of four in the evenings. It was a great improvement over six or so. I’d finished my homework earlier that afternoon, and moved on to other tasks. Overall, I finally felt like I had time to properly prepare for school and work. It was a treat not to be so rushed. I had my laptop up on the kitchen table connected to our wireless working my way through this month’s bills since I wasn’t working that night. No time like the present to get the adult stuff done. You have to be careful or it will really pile up on you. Besides, someone had to do it. Mom and I were paid on different schedules. I was paid twice a month on the fifteenth and the thirtieth where mom was paid every two weeks. You have to keep up with that stuff. It put mom on a weird schedule sometimes for paying stuff in line with my check, but I kept on top of it. After paying our bills and managing our budget for the last three years, I decided it was much easier to just break everything down to the first and the sixteenth after I got paid. Pay it all and don’t worry till the next half of the month comes around. This month’s stuff was stacked neatly in two piles and represented two different excel worksheets in the master budget workbook that I kept. Three years in Microsoft Office Certification electives were actually coming in handy! My spreadsheet was pretty elaborate. It’s a real shame I didn’t have a good backup plan going. “Honey, are you done with the paperwork yet?” Mom called from the living room. She called everything from homework to reading mail my “paperwork”. “Almost, I just balanced our checking accounts. I just need to deduct the bills and cut them real fast.” I replied. “Will you bring me sumpin ta drink when you come this way?” Mom yelled. “You bet. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I told her. Bill Pay is a Godsend. I don’t even have to keep up with stamps anymore. I just created a new payee and boom, they got their money. It really stream lined how I managed our finances. I checked my notes and vowed again to read up on mom’s retirement plan. I just didn’t understand 401k’s and the like well enough for my own satisfaction, so I typed a note on my digital calendar to look into it. I’d be leaving soon for college, and I really wanted to make sure mom would be taken care of. I might not be living with her, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t keep up with this stuff for her. “Momma, looks like Wellington’s will be out to top off the gas early next week. We have that covered, but it will be a bit tight till the eighteenth when you get paid.” I shouted from the kitchen. I paused and asked, “Are you going to be home to take the bill and pay them? It should be Monday or Tuesday.” “Baby, I’m still good in savings, right? If something comes up you can just transfer some money over with my phone thingy, ya?” Mom yelled back. “Yup. I have it on my phone too. I added air filters to the Wal-Mart list.” I told her. “I’ll make sure I’m available. I’ll just run home from work. Come sit with me a while before you go to your bedroom baby.” Mom patted the couch next to her. Mom must have needed some cuddle time. Mom’s the short petite kind of woman, you know straight up tiny. I look just like an upsized version of her. Dad had a lot of height and width, but apparently mom’s look was dominate in me, because I was petite too, but I got dad’s height. I’ve been taller than mom since I was twelve. I entered the living room and gave her the once over before I approached. She had her dark hair up in a high off center pony tail that was draped over the back of the couch. Mom kept her hair longer than I did. She was wearing the bugs bunny footed sleeper that I’d bought her last Christmas. “Here ya go momma.” I told her giving her the molded hard plastic cup with a hard plastic straw. I had a sudden instinct to remind her to put it in the sink when she was done. I guess it was because of how she was dressed and the show she was watching, but I didn’t need to. She’d probably clean it and put it back in the cabinet before she goes to bed. God knows, it wouldn’t be dirty long. The PJs didn’t have the hood with the ears or the poofy tail the new ones did, but it did have the coloring and the rabbit feet. The sleeper wrapped up under our Christmas tree that year was a Sylvester complete with tail, paw looking feet, and a hoody top with cat ears. She was going to love it! The PJ set wasn’t her most expensive gift I’d gotten her, but I was making sure she opened it first. She’d wear it the rest of the day. I was super excited to watch her open it. She was going to smile and squeal like a kid, which would make my heart swell. I nearly teared up thinking about her being so happy. Mom only dressed her age when she was at work. At home, all bets were off. She is still small enough to wear anything from tween to small adult things. It did, and still does, suit her sense of style. She keeps an immaculate house like a fifties house wife, but she’s just a kid at heart. Her bed had more stuffed animals than pillows on it right then. It wasn’t uncommon for her to pass out on a teddy bear instead of a pillow. I had bought her a big fluffy stuffed rabbit the first Valentine’s Day after dad passed. She’s been known to sit round the living room in her sleeper holding it watching whatever was on TV. That night she was snuggling one of the couch throw pillows sitting cross legged waiting on me watching Adventure Time. It made me smile. I knew I wasn’t a real adult yet, but that wasn’t for lack of responsibility or trials. It was only a function of age. I envied mom sometimes. I wish I could relax as hardcore as she does. Work hard and play hard and all that. I sat with mom for a commercial-less DVR’d episode of Survivor. She never fought for the remote, but it was often on the satellite channel for Adult Swim when I took it over. She knew I wouldn’t sit there and watch that brainless cartoon with her, so she just handed over the remote when I sat down. She enjoys watching TV with me, but I’m pretty sure it has more to do with me than what we are watching. I’m positive she genuinely liked survivor though. When Jeff said “Next time on Survivor”, I headed upstairs to shower after kissing mom goodnight. Hurrah for skips! I always feel like a commercial assassin. I hate those things! I ran through the shower down stairs, packed my lunch for tomorrow, texted mom my work hours for the next couple of days, and headed up to my bedroom. It was as spotless as the rest of the house. Long ago, I had decided that the lack of privacy was worth mom keeping everything in order. I had a single drawer in my in-closet-dresser that is set aside as “private space”. She tells me she doesn’t go in that drawer, but I don’t keep much in there anyway, just in case. Frankly, I just didn’t have anything I didn’t care if mom saw. Between Cross Country and Track, homework, actual work, and the house finances, I just didn’t have time to clean, much less get into normal teenager trouble. I’m an old soul, or so I’ve been told. I was graduating in a few months with four hundred other students, and I was currently ranked fourth in the class. I had become very Type-A’d. I didn’t have the best ACT score at thirty, but I was determined to get the most scholarship offers, so I applied for everything! I sat down at my desk and turned my attention to that goal. I started flipping through all the different college materials on my desk checking the due dates for entrance exams, ACT score submissions, finical aid info, and the like. I sat back in my desk chair and puffed air against my bangs. . I finally turned my hyper focused mind off about eleven pm with a melatonin. I waited about ten minutes until it was good and kicked in. Then I tried to work up the energy to get up and lay down on my bed, but the smell of my life going down in flames rolled in on a cloud of gray smoke from under my door. Chapter 1 – My Hair Still Smells Like Smoke Wednesday Morning: “Maddisonnnn.” Mandy Page whined through the bathroom door at her seventeen year old daughter. “We’ve got to go by Walmart for some panties, toothbrushes, and other stuff. Get off the pot and let’s go. Move it baby!” Mom whined at/scolded me. Her attempt at assertiveness failed miserably. She didn’t fool either of us. Even after everything we’d been through the last few days, her attempt made me smile. Tiger Mom she was not! “Momma.” I replied as respectfully as possible, which wasn’t as respectful as I’d normally have been. It was seriously hard not to laugh at her. “I don’t want to yell at you through the door crack it alright?” I begged her with tears and clearly quivering voice as my back lanced pain through everything that had nerves. My mood shifted instantly. “Listen baby, I know all of this is awful, but...” Mom said peeking into the bathroom inadvertently interrupting herself. Tears started streaming from my mother’s eyes when she saw me. It was an admittedly pitiful sight. “Oh My God, Baby my hair still smells like smoke! Oh Maddi, it’s all gone! Everything! All of Quentin’s pictures. Oh!” Mom dissolved into a pool of sorrow in the bathroom floor of our La Quinta Inn Suite. I was usually the strong one, and I was a straight up hot mess. I wanted to comfort her. She had mistaken my pain for sorrow. I wanted to go to her, and hug her until all of our tears were spent. I couldn’t though. I was stuck on the damn toilet in desperate need of comforting myself. Mom’s breakdown took my painful tears down her emotional path too. Sometimes life finds fun new ways to kick you in the lady balls when you’re down. Not being able to help mom was a serious blow to my female ego. I hurt everywhere and my lady balls had been kicked so much they were totally demolished. I needed to be the strong one like I always had been, but it just wasn’t happening right then. I was only seventeen after all, but mom had been relying on me for a few years by then. Our dynamic had shifted when dad passed. I just sort of assumed his role at the house while mom healed. She’s just not built to be alone, or in charge really. I thank God every day for the strength he gave me to support her back then, and I thank him for the purpose he granted me. ‘Monkey Balls! I’ve even been keeping the checkbook and paying bills for almost three years now, I’m better than this! Get your shit together Girl!’ I berated myself. It’s not like mom wasn’t smart enough to pay our bills or balance the checkbook, but dad always handled those things for her. He worked and took care of the financial side of things. She had a debit card on the account and just brought dad the receipts. He kept her life simple because she likes it that way. He did it for her, so I did too. Dad had a budget and what not, so mom knew what was available for monthly toilet paper, groceries, and stuff, but she didn’t have any idea when we paid bills. She didn’t even know what bills had to be paid anymore. I did, and still do all of that for her. I missed my Dad more and more with every passing day, and all of the sudden our memories of him were buried in a pile of ash where our home once stood. Every photo album, every framed picture, and even all the digital pictures that weren’t on Facebook were gone. I didn’t even make it out with my cell phone much less my laptop. It really crushed my heart. I was going to be right in the middle of this insurance claim, the city officials, and the financials on this house fire too. Just one more item in the overwhelming list of crap I have to keep up with. Worse, none of the officials would want to talk to me because I’m a year short on the year tally to be an “Adult”. There’d be a lot of relaying stuff through mom. It’s not like I cared if she knew what was going on, but it was my job to keep things simple and easy for her. She is an awesome mom, but she seems to thrive when things around her are simple. No one can praise a child like mom can. She related so well to me at every age and every milestone. She was always right there in the floor with me. We colored. We watched cartoons. We played. We read. We did homework. We swam. We tickled. We had sleepovers and mom was always the star of the party. After Dad died though, I aged. I moved on into my teens and left mom in her footed PJs watching Cartoon Network happy to just be. I’d do anything for her. I’d protect her peace with everything I had. I may have had the best childhood any kid could ever ask for, at least until dad. We weren’t loaded or anything, but mom’s demeanor almost forced the people around her into a happier simpler mood. She is a force of peaceful love. Her love is tangible, and I fought my teenaged hardest to make sure her light shined for everyone. Unfortunately, that laid a heavy burden on me. A burden that I carried voluntarily. Worse though, it was my senior year in high school. I was totally booked up on time already. Paying the bills and watching the budget wasn’t as hard as you might think on my time, but it sure added a layer of worry to my life. Worry that none of my friends had to deal with, but it was my life. I chose to step in for dad no one chose it for me, and I wouldn’t let anyone take it from me either. My mind flooded with all the things that needed to be done. “Oh, Mommy!” I sobbed filled with crushing despair stuck in the bathroom. “Oh, Baby!” She balled. I listed off all off the calls I needed to make to begin fixing this debacle. I cried to her about how I had to use the hotel phone to do it all, but I couldn’t stay in the office area long enough to finish a call before I was back in the bathroom. I couldn’t get anything done and it was adding to my sense of hopelessness. “Enough! Maddison get your crap together. You swore to Dad that you’d protect her. You’re hurting her. Listen to her!’ I gave myself a hell of a pep talk, but it fell on deaf internal ears. Mom came crawling over to me from where she’d collapsed to the floor still in tears. I was sitting there with my shorts and panties down around my ankles on the toilet, like I had been for most of the past day and a half. She struggled up and hugged me fiercely despite my state of undress. We slowly got our shit back together. “Momma I’m so sorry about that. I guess I kinda lost it there.” I said gathering the strands of my resolve. “Oh Maddie,” my mom cooed with the weight of the world on her shoulders. “You are absolutely the best daughter any mother could hope for. You saved me when Daddy passed. You’ve been helping with everything sense then too. Don’t think I don’t know how much of your pay check goes in my account.” I gave her a sad smile that told her that I knew I was caught. Mom worked in the back office for a medical billing company. They handled the billing for smaller firms like general practitioners or smaller surgical clinics that weren’t affiliated with a hospital system. Mom has a sweet voice and a tender disposition. She was perfect for first contact. She was horrible at the follow up collection calls. Sometimes I forget that she can put on office clothes and carry on at work. “Oops. Guess she’s not always Momma like she is at home.” I thought. I had a nearly full time job with Tractor Supply Company, almost forty hours a week. Mom made decent money and could cover most of the bills. Dad’s retirement and his life insurance helped us even more, but I moved about half my check to the house account to cover my little car payment, and I paid the insurance payments for both of our cars. Essentially, I paid for myself out of mom’s account, but I had thought she never really looked at it. I thought I was being clever, but in hindsight I wouldn’t have left those duties to a thirteen year old either. She had let me “help” for almost four years, but I was certain, even back then, that she really didn’t check things that often. She wanted someone else to handle those things for her. So when I proved I could, she let me. We’d never have had any money for new things or entertainment if I asked mom to cover my car, insurance, and other senior stuff. I bought my own clothes for the same reason. I thought I was being sneaky and leaving mom where she would be when I went off to college. That way it would be an easier transition for her, and I suppose that was still true. She just wasn’t quite as ignorant of it as I thought. ‘Guess I’m not as sneaky as I thought I was.’ I conceded. I could handle all the accounts online, and mom had added me as an authorized decision maker on everything that she could. Until that summer when I hit 18, our hands were tied in some places. She’d work, cook, clean, and not have to be burdened with anything else except an occasional “yes, I do” on the phone or a signature here and there. She relied almost solely on me handling those decisions for her. Dad was doing his best to take care of us from beyond the grave, but mom would likely always have to work. It was probably for the best. Too much free time and that level of grief might have been the ruin of her. “It’s better for both of us this way. I have a sense of what income I’m going to need at state, and I don’t have any chores anyway. Plus, you won’t have to adjust your budget when I leave for classes. I can keep taking care of things from up there too.” I try to joke through my persistent tears. “Maddison, you don’t even have to clean your room! I do everything around the house honey.” Mom elbowed me. Then she threw on a very serious face. “I know things will change when you go off to state. I’m going to miss you so much. This is just the worst time for all this to happen. Maybe we should just get an apartment or something.” I hugged my mom and flushed the toilet. I was used to being the backbone of this family. Being this angry and scared just made me want to cry in frustration, but crying just pisses me off more. It was becoming a cycle that I needed to put a stop to. I stood up and pulled my shorts and panties back up my slender hips. Then, I sat down next to her oh the hotels bathtub wall. I gave my mom a powerful side hug as much to bolster her courage as to reaffirm my own. “Pfft, you’ll probably see more of me in college than you do right now. If my scholarships come through, I’ll only have to work for my car, gas, and food. I’m going to try and pull enough hours to do that during the week and have the weekends at home for homework and Momma time.” “Really Maddi, you really are? Ewe, I hope you can. Oh, I’m going to miss you so much.” Mom sobs against my shoulder. “I promise to find a way to help you at school baby. I don’t want your next four years to be like the last few have been. As soon as the fire department makes their report the home owners will kick in. It’ll get better Maddi, you just wait and see.” “I hope it’s soon. I don’t know how I’m going to keep up with school, college, the bills, and the fire stuff without a phone or a computer Momma.” I confessed to her as my shoulders slumped in defeat. Suddenly, I realized that the crispy computer held our budget, account information, and bank records. I immediately start listing things off building a To-Do lists in my head. I had to rebuild all of that from memory, or at least enough of it to make a list of people to call. “How are your little legs honey?” Mom asked as she grabbed my bad leg and sat it in her lap to inspect it. Both of my legs were bruised and cut up pretty badly, but my right leg was sprained, possibly broken. I’d bailed out of my bedroom window after all. The smoke had come barreling under my door and I confess to shrieking like a blonde in a slasher movie and jumping for my life. Monday Night: I smelled the smoke as I saw it billowing out under my door. The scene stunned me for a moment, but I quickly got my wits together and tested the doorknob. Finding it hot, I raced over to my bed and concurred the paint-stuck window jerking it open with a loud wooden thud. I moved back to my door and yelled “Fire” at the top of my lungs three or four times. I hoped that was enough to wake my mom. I was afraid she’d passed out on the couch watching TV and would never wake up. I snagged my pillow with the Power Puff Girls pillow case on it. I chunked it out the window onto our hedges directly below. My bedroom was on the second floor, and it was a good little drop to the ground from there. The hedges around my side of our house were old, dense, and about six foot tall, not the best landing zone, but beggars and choosers and what not. I took a labored freighted breath, and slid out of my window. I tried to “fall” out of onto the pillow, but only my left leg found it. My right leg fell straight into the hedge tearing it up and wrenching my leg in unnatural directions. I teetered off the top of the hedge and fell down to the ground butt-first in one long action. I hit hard directly on my tailbone. I ended up on the ground with my right leg all bruised and torn up. My hedge row idea didn’t really help. ‘I guess it could have been worse. At least I didn’t just land on my feet and break a bunch of bones, but this feels almost as bad.’ I imagined. My left butt cheek was pretty banged up also. My lower back was bothering me fiercely from hitting the ground so hard. ‘I guess falling/flinging myself out of the window onto the hedge during my escape wasn’t the best plan. Gotta get my shit together and find out if mom got out. Just as soon as I can convince myself I can walk and all.’ My right wrist was throbbing from trying to catch myself both in the hedge and on the ground. Overall, I was torn and bleeding everywhere but that left leg that the Powerpuff Girls had protected from the worst of it. It wasn’t a bad list of injuries for a major house fire and two story flight. I finally managed to talk my battered body into getting up. I hobbled across the road to the Johnson’s house carrying my stupid pillow. I have no idea why I didn’t just leave it there, but I didn’t. I had to get to our emergency location, and mom just had to be there. I clutched my stupid childish pillow tightly, because, seriously, the entire neighborhood needed to see Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup! I guess comfort was more important to me than anything else right then, and that pillow had been with me for years. I rounded the corner of my house skirting the heat from the fire. I made it across the road and collapsed in the Johnson’s front yard. My leg wasn’t working right and Mom wasn’t where I wanted her to be, and I think I might have passed out in shock. The next thing I knew, a pair of strong arms was picking me up. I opened my eyes to see Mr. Johnson smiling down at me. “Oh thank God Maddison.” He hugged me close to him and screamed at my mom who was apparently standing in front of our house trying to get to me. She got her only injuries standing to close to the fire yelling for me to jump to safety. It was sort of stupidly heroic. “Oh My God Maddi, My Baby!” She bellows running back to me across the road wearing a beat up Bugs Bunny jumper. “Hey Momma.” I grunted out around the pain and confusion. The four of us collapsed to the ground again in a puppy huddle of hugs and reassurances from Sal and Jenny Johnson and my mom and I. The four of us sat there on the lawn and watched the hungry fire devour our old house while waiting on the professionals to do their jobs. The fire was so hot I could feel it across the road.
  18. It's A Big Decision

    Chapter One "It's a big decision," Claire's mother worriedly commented. "Are you sure it's something you want to do at your age?" she asked, knowing that the answer would be the same as last time, and every time before that, ever since Claire had informed Kathy of her intentions six months ago. "Ugh, yes mum," the nineteen-year-old whined from the other room, exactly as Kathy expected. "Besides," Claire continued, lowering her voice to room temperature as she lugged a box into the kitchen, "It'll only be sixth weeks at a time, at least at first." Claire dropped the large brown cardboard box on the table with what she hoped would be a conversation-ending thud, but was disappointingly a merely a muffled comma. Her mother looked up from her rapidly cooling cup of tea, and was about to begin a new tack when Claire cut her off: "Anyway, it's not like they don't have the internet in Germany! And you know I'll always be a few hours flight away." It was the trip of a lifetime, and what's more, it tied into her studies at university, and so would even count towards her degree! She certainly wasn't going to let her neurotic mother get in the way. Kathy had always been more than a little nervous about Claire's various escapades, even something as little as a sleepover with school friends. Of course, Kathy had a little more reason to be worried than most parents. Claire had been, until the age of about 14, what they used to euphemistically call a 'bedwetter', but in the last few years had become known as 'wetters'. As it became clear that the new generation was increasingly likely to be only fully out of diapers by five, and a significant minority of about 20% were in need of night-time diapers until mid-adolescence, new phrases had begun to creep into common usage. The Government initially used the term "incontinence sufferers", but this was rapidly thrown out by the younger generation as patronising. They then moved onto "those who use toilets less", until settling for the simple, catch-all phrase "diaper wearers". Never one to miss an opportunity, of course, the diaper industry had thrived with this increase in marketing potential. Claire remembered the old "Drynites" brand vaguely, and shuddered at the thought of the unfortunate souls who had to wear them. Flimsy, low-capacity and small, they were quickly replaced by increasingly large sizes of baby diapers, and by the time Claire had finally outgrown her bedwetting, most large supermarkets sold tape-up diapers all the way up to a 32" waist, with capacity and print variations to suit plenty of tastes. Kathy's concern for her daughter was more of a hangover from the perceptions of bedwetters from her day - Claire would always tell her not to worry, as usually at least one other girl would be in diapers at any sleepover. Kathy, however, worried nonetheless, and Claire was quietly grateful. It was better, she thought, to have a mum who cared too much, instead of too little. So, 5 years free from diapers, Claire was here, packing for her first big trip abroad - six weeks working at the University in Cologne! Claire opened the large brown box and began placing its contents on the kitchen table. Books, pencil cases, protractors, notepaper - it was all here, stationary she hadn't needed since school days, neatly packed away by Kathy. Kathy, oblivious to Claire's silent thanks, began to fuss, "Well don't get it all out here! Take it up to your room, that's where your clothes and suitcases are!". Knowing she was right, Claire grunted in annoyed approval and began to quickly place the items back in the box. As she threw in the last pencil case, she felt her hand brush up against a familiar surface - a sort of fine cotton - but ironically she couldn't quite put her finger on what it reminded her of. Eager to escape her now irritated mother, she bustled upstairs, trying hard not to drop her now unbalanced box of school things as she went. Laying the stationary out on the slightly dusty floor of her bright, modern bedroom, she began to make piles - "take", "keep", and "throw away". Ikea pencils went in "throw away", treasured teenage doodles went in "keep", and her best pens went in "take", ready to packed off to Germany. As she reached the bottom of the box, having filled the "keep" pile far larger than her mother would have liked, Claire's hand again brushed up against that family fabric. Curious, she looked into the box. There, at the bottom in the corner, was a solitary diaper. It was clearly unused, and it was clearly hers - first, it was covered in a little blue flower pattern, and second, it looked about the size and thickness of a small parcel, certainly big enough for her 24" waist. Her heart beating imperceptibly faster, Claire reached down and picked it up. First, she went to put it into the throw away pile, "After all," she reasoned to herself, "No one would want one old diaper, and I certainly don't need it". But she stayed her hand, and placed it down in the "keep" pile. "Who knows," she though, "I might need it in the future - maybe I'll get the flu, and won't be able to make it to the toilet". She stood up, and was about to go downstairs when the blue and white diaper, perched on a pile of half-used school books and potentially useful post-it notes, caught her eye one more time. "Well, if I am going to be in Germany for 6 weeks, why wouldn't I need it then? Besides, I don't know what exactly the diaper situation is over there, so it may be the only thing I can find." To be on the safe side, then, she moved it to the "take" pile, ready to be packed. But first she went down stairs for a nice cup of tea.
  19. Melinda Gets Her Bottom Changed This is a spin off of Melissa gets Her Bottom Changed. The author of it dropped off the face of the earth without so much as an ending unfortunately. I do recommend reading what he did write since it's really good. http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/25526-melissa-gets-her-bottom-changed/ This is my first story so any criticism is welcomed. Anyway, without further a do. Chapter 1. Melinda was an average teenage girl. She was 17 with her birthday only a few months away. She stood at 5 feet 3 inches and had long flowing blonde hair. Her chest wasn't anything special but her backside was to kill for. All the men drooled over her and she knew it. She was very popular in her high school and had the group of bratty girlfriend's to go with it. But there was one thing different about her that no one, not even her closest friends knew. Melinda loved to wear and use diapers. She would often drive home in her sporty 5.0 mustang her daddy bought her, sneak into her little brothers room and steal a few diapers. She might have been spoiled but this wasn't something she could just have her parents buy for her. She loved to slip on a pull up when she was desperate to pee and just fill it to the max and sometimes over. She would do this before a shower so she didn't get caught and could avoid messes. During this is where we shall join her. Melinda just finishes Peeing and leans back on the toilet, sighing in relief. "Ohhh that feels good." She had turned on the shower beforehand to make sure no one heard her Peeing as these pull ups tend to be loud. Just then, she gets a knock on the door. "Honey, are you still in the shower? I got to go to the bathroom real bad!" Crap! It's her mom! She quickly stripped off the now soaked pull up and three it inside the cabinet under the sink and hopped in the shower. "Yes mom! Don't worry, I'm covered!" "Oh thank god." Her mom comes in and frantically pulls her pants down and sits on the toilet just as she bursts. "I didn't think I was gonna make it for a minute there." Melinda didn't respond. She was too busy thinking what would happen if her mom had just burst in without asking. "She would be so angry." She thought. Meanwhile, her mother had finished and was getting up when she noticed the cabinet door slightly open, so she peeked inside and was shocked at what she saw. "Oh my..." To be continued? Chapter 2. "Oh my..." her mother said quietly. "Again." She quietly took the pull up out and left the bathroom, leaving Melinda to finish showering. When Melinda heard her mom leave, she started to relax and by the time she finished showering, she had forgotten about the pull up. She dries herself off and slipped the towel around her body before leaving the bathroom and to her own room a few doors down. As she put her clothes on, she thought how much better it be if she was putting on a big diaper instead of panties. She sighed to herself and got out her homework. As she was studying, she heard her little brother in the next room over playing. Her little brother was 5 years old and loved to play. So much so that he would pout if he didn't get his toys. He also was slow with potty training and their parents were having a hard time getting him to the bathroom in time. Melinda sat there listening to him play and wishing she could just sit around and play like a kid again. Instead of doing homework and other grown up things. She was brought back to the now when she heard her mother call for dinner. She got up and realised just then that she needed to pee. "Maybe I can sneak away after dinner," she thought before heading down stairs. Dinner wasn't anything special, and soon she was done and headed back upstairs when her mother called her back down. "Honey, it's your turn to do the dishes." "Yes mom." She bounced a little before heading back to the kitchen. Her need to pee was rising. As she came in, she saw her mother pick up her little brother and check his diaper before carrying him gently to the bathroom for a change. Her mind want back to the diaper she had left in the bathroom. "Oh no! I forgot!" She thought. She quickly washed the dishes that were in the sink and hurried to the bathroom and looked in the cabinet. "Crap! It's gone! No no no this can't be happening..." She said softly. "What am I going to do now? My parents are gonna get so mad!" She sat on the toilet and Peed. All the while, her mind freaking out. After a moment of sitting there, she began to think. She will just have to see what happens. It's not like she could do anything about it now. She finished up in the bathroom and went into her room and laid on her bed, thinking about everything that happened. As she began to relax, she pulled out her phone and got on instagram. She loved seeing how many followers she had. Over 100 thousand of them. Most of them being boys. She loved teasing them. Always making sure she got her butt in the selfies she took. She wondered what then would say if they saw her butt in a big puffy diaper. She giggled at the thought and said out loud, "I'd probably lose all of them haha." She started looking at abdl accounts and started thinking again. One of her oldest dreams was to be babied again. Without a care in the world like her brother. He could sit in the middle of the living room in just his diaper and no one would care. "I can't even imagine what would happen to me if I tried that." She said aloud. But at least her parents didn't say anything about the pull up under the sink. The next morning, Melinda woke to the sound of her alarm going off. She hopped out of bed with an extra pep in her step. This is the last day of school before Christmas break! She took a shower and used the toilet before getting dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. Her mother was already in the kitchen cooking when she walked in. "Hey sweetie. I made you bacon eggs and French toast. It's on the table." "Thanks mom." She replied as she spotted the food. She ate it quickly before grabbing her keys and heading out the door. And as she drove to school, she thought about her mom. She still hasn't said anything about the pull up. Maybe they don't care after all? Or she could be planning something... Either way, what's going to happen to her during this holiday season.? To be continued.
  20. The Dark Forest Witch

    WARNING: this story contains some sexuality in addition to soiling and wetting scenes. There are also scenes that are mildly scary, but nothing too intense. ~ The Dark Forest Witch ~ by AMRose part 1: Lost Jeremy was completely lost in the woods now. A lanky but short boy he was merely five and a half feet tall. He has messy brown hair that winged out on the sides. He had on a loose flannel that was open and fluttered behind him. His white undershirt was tight against his lean frame, making an outline of his mildly athletic body. His jean shorts were dirty and scuffed, mostly because he had tripped and stumbled during his initial departure from home. He was 19, almost 20, and ever since he graduated his father tried to get him to work at his company. Jeremy didn't feel like that was for him though. He wanted to find himself first, to be free. He figured he was meant for greater things than some nepotistic job with his father's business. He had many other disagreements with the man, but this was the last straw for him. He had a big fight with the man. With his backpack full of little things like snacks, a change of underwear, and what little money he had saved, he was about to walk out the door when he was stopped by his father. The man grabbed him, trying to keep him from leaving. The two struggled and Jeremy was struck across the face. The only way Jeremy was able to escape is that the incident mortified his father, who let him go. Despite this moment of clarity from the older man Jeremy did not want to take any chances, so he ran directly into the woods. That is how he eventually got lost, wandering around alone and confused. At first he was doing okay out there in the woods, setting up a make-shift tent and resting in a sleeping bag on the leaf-covered ground. To him this was better than going back, though a big part of him still missed civilization. Being all alone like this was a little scary. Jeremy did not get much sleep during his first night alone and awoke in the middle of the night. He had to pee badly. It was very dark so he used the light from his phone to shine the area in front of him. Standing up he unzipped his pants and held his soft penis in his hand. He kept on hearing noises all around him as he urinated. When he heard a loud crack of a tree branch he tried to pinch off the stream, but it would not stop. He looked around nervously, pissing helplessly on the ground. Unable to stop the stream he just stuffed his penis back into his pants and wet himself a little. At least it was quiet. He stayed perfectly still. Of course there was nothing there. He cursed himself, feeling silly, especially now that he had marked the front of his pants with a dark pee stain. He didn't think he would be getting back to bed anytime soon so he decided to gather his things and move again. Jeremy took out a compass and checked it. It was spinning wildly. Something about these woods was strange. He had wanted to save his phone's battery, but he was desperate now. His phone was not getting any service though. Now he was more nervous than ever. All he could do was move forward, deeper into the woods. The forest seemed to get colder. As the moon became shrouded in heavy clouds it seemed like all light was fading until the forest was nearly pitch black. That's when there was an eerie glow that lit up the trees. He was grateful that he could still see in this dark without having to use his phone's light again, but a feeling of unease was still at the back of his head. This didn't seem right. Nothing was normal. He smelled something sweet in the air. It was like tea and cakes. He walked forward, seeing a faint light. He hoped that this was civilization. He walked towards where the light was coming from. Each step he took in the crinkly leaves seemed to make an echo. Feeling suspicious he stopped walking and still heard a couple footsteps right behind him. He turned his head and saw some glowing eyes and teeth. The sight of this darkly shrouded creature in this mostly glowing forest was utterly frightening. He started to shit his pants. Large logs emptied out, making the back of his shorts stretch. Now in addition to his front being wet his backside had become dirtied, but he was too frightened to think about his shame for now. He turned and ran, hearing the creature give chase right behind him. Each large sweep of his legs made the mess spread further until it was running down his thighs, starting to peek out the bottom of his shorts. He feel forward and grabbed at the grass, bracing for what would come next. The creature made high pitched yowls and Jeremy was still alive. He opened his eyes, looking up. He saw a woman's figure, cloaked in a dark dress and shawl. She had stabbed the creature with a sword. She turned to look at Jeremy. Once he looked into her red eyes he fainted right away. ~ Jeremy awoke suddenly as he felt himself being lowered into warm water. He gasped, his eyes going wide. He rubbed his face and tried to let his vision adjust to the room. He was sitting in some kind of old fashioned galvanized steel wash tub, completely naked. He gripped the sides and saw a woman looking down at him. Seeing her red colored irises he put together in his head that this must be the same woman from the woods that saved him from the creature. Her skin was pale like someone that had been drowned, with a slight bluish tint to her lips and cheeks. By contrast her hair was a deep, dark black. It was unreal just how black her long hair was. Not even the light in the room seemed to shine on it, instead being absorbed right into the darkness. She was no longer in her flowing gown and shawl so her figure was more apparent now. She was thin up top with a round waist. Her arms were slender but lean and he could make out the muscular tone now that they were not being covered. In her current dressy outfit the fabric seemed to cling and adhere to her form tightly. He wasn't sure what to say and his jaw just hung open. "Oh, finally awake? You did not wake at all while I was undressing you." the mysterious woman began. "Undressing me?!" Jeremy sloshed around in the tub as he struggled to sit up, "okay, who are you and where are my pants?" The woman chuckled, covering her mouth. She gave Jeremy a deep stare before she answered. "My name is Valdis and I am a witch that has been living in these woods for a couple hundred years." she paused, "as for your pants, well, you soiled them, so I am washing them off the best I can." She stretched her arm out, showing him the boiling pot at the fireplace where she was cleaning his dirty clothes. Jeremy was reminded of his humiliating accident. His face became flushed with red and he sank a bit in the tub. "I'm Jeremy..." he mumbled. It almost didn't register that the woman just casually mentioned she was a witch. He sat up straight and looked her in the eyes, "Wait, how? I mean, I don't doubt that you are a witch I just mean how are you two hundred years old? You look my age. I thought witches were..." he stopped himself. He didn't want to finish that statement. "Yes, well, it's quite easy to remain this young in appearance when you practice the dark arts like I do." Val explained. With that she stood up and left Jeremy there while she attended to his soiled clothes. She wrung out the jeans and then hung them on a line. She tugged the line, which was attached to a pulley system, and had the pants go out the window to dry outside. "By the way, I may know magic, but not even I could save your poopy underwear." Jeremy cringed upon hearing this. Did she really have to say that, and did she really need to use the word poopy? He tried to stand, but Val walked back and pressed her hand on the boy's shoulder. She grabbed a large sponge, lathered with soap, and dipped it down into the water. She looked into the boy's eyes as she washed him. "Just relax, I need to make sure you're completely clean down there before I let you out. You really did a number in your pants back there. Poor thing, you must have been so scared." She was being so nice, but all this was getting to be quite embarrassing for Jeremy. She began washing his backside, using the sponge to harshly scrub the mess off. "Now why is a scared little boy like you walking around in my dangerous woods?" Jeremy shifted anxiously inside the tub as he was being clean. He would have protested the infantile treatment, but he was also pretty frightened still. This witch did save his life, but he didn't know her. She could be an evil succubus for all he knew. Still, he felt it only polite to answer the lady that was bothering to clean his childish accident up. "I ran away." he started, "I mean, well, I was mostly just getting away from one person. I'm an adult and I should be allowed to make my own decisions..." He looked down. "I just got lost out there is all. I had no idea there was all this weird stuff in the forest." "Well it wasn't very wise to run away in this direction. There are many creatures out here that aren't as nice as me. You'll have to stay here for a while I am afraid. It just wont be safe for you to leave yet." The witched finished cleaning Jeremy and stood him up. He covered his crotch with his hands while she draped a large purple towel over him. She dried him off, rubbing the towel all around his naked body. She then guided him out of the tub and sat him in front of the fireplace to warm him up. His now clean bottom was sitting on a plush rug. He finally felt like he could just relax. It didn't seem like this witch was going to hurt him. Val moved with graceful strides into the kitchen. Jeremy could see colored lights coming from the next room as he looked on. He let his eyes wander a bit more. It appeared he was in some quaint little cottage. The walls were decorated in strange animal heads and symbols. He didn't understand the significance, but he supposed that these were charms that protected the house or perhaps even where she divined her powers from. Val popped out of the kitchen and looked down at the boy. "Come, you need to be dressed properly if you're going to be staying here." The woman reached out for Jeremy's hands and pulled him to his feet. His towel dropped and he tried to grab it to cover himself again. Val pulled him away from the towel "I have already seen your naked body. It's nothing special. It's not the first penis I've seen either." The way she spoke so plainly to Jeremy stirred up feelings that he wasn't aware he had. He never thought he would give in so freely like this, and that is when he was suddenly lifted onto the table and set on his back. "Hey, whatever you think you're doing, I am flattered, but I don't-" Jeremy was hushed with the witch's slender finger pressed to his lips. Val spun around and pulled a thick white fabric from a nearby cabinet. In a swift motion she grabbed Jeremy by the ankles and raised his legs high. She slid the cloth under Jeremy and then set his butt down onto it. By the time she was sprinkling talc around the boy's crotch Jeremy only just figured out what was going on. "Now wait a minute! You can't do this to me!" he protested, sitting up straight, only to have himself shoved back down onto the table. This witch was stronger than she looked. He stared up at the woman, getting angry "I am a grown man! You can't just treat me this way!" "Listen here, little boy," Val snarled and curled the corner of her lip, "if it wasn't me for you would be dead. You need to learn some gratitude." Her arm swooped around and her hand came in contact with his butt for one hard smack. Jeremy gritted his teeth and resisted crying as he felt the momentary pain on his cheeks. "Now as long as you are staying in my home I need to take precautions. I do not know what you do at your own home, but here I can not have you going around soiling on all my furniture like some wild animal." "That was an accident!" Jeremy continued to object "I don't do that normally! I thought I was going to die out there!" His eyes watered as he explained his situation, but it didn't really paint a good picture. He was still like a little boy to Val, and not just because of their wide age difference. Val continued the diapering process, folding the cloth expertly around Jeremy's waist and then using some metal crimps to hold the sides in place. She then pulled up a pair of pastel blue rubber pants over his bottom. Why did this woman have these things? Why was she so prepared to do this? Jeremy was a little too taken aback to ask these questions. He just let someone diaper him like a baby. He had to admit to himself that the diapers were comfortable. It felt like he just belonged in them. Val picked the boy up in her arms and held him, bouncing him slightly. "Shh, it's okay. I know you want to cry so just let it out. Valdis is here for you now... Nothing and no one can hurt you while I am here." The reassuring words calmed Jeremy, though he was still burning with shame over the treatment he just got. Val sat him in a chair in front of the table where he had just been diapered. Jeremy was totally silent, staring at the tabletop. Two plates were set down. Val had left the room and then came back with a fully cooked and prepared meal which she doled out onto each plate. That must have been what that little light show was when she was in the kitchen earlier. She must have used her magic to create the meal. There were chopped vegetables, meat, and gravy. Jeremy made a face as he poked at the meat. "That's not the... the thing you killed outside is it?" He asked, looking apprehensive about eating this meal, no matter how good it smelled. "Just eat it. It'll help you get stronger." She poked at her own plate with a fork. "Look, I'm eating it! Mmm, nummy nummy." She smiled, taking a large bite. Jeremy frowned. He could tell he was being condescended to. He went ahead and took a bite to appease the woman. The food was delicious. He hungrily scooped the food into his mouth. Having only the junk food in his backpack to eat he relished this actual home-cooked meal. A smile widened on his face. He sat back satisfied. Val extended her arm and wiped Jeremy's mouth clean with a napkin. Jeremy turned to look at Val, seeing her happy expression on her face. Val seemed quite pleased to have Jeremy here. Jeremy couldn't imagine why, but he welcomed her hospitality. After the meal was finished, Val collected the plates and took them to the kitchen to be washed. Jeremy stood up and followed her, watching her. She looked over at the grown boy standing there in the thick diaper as her wiped down the plates and set them in a rack to dry. "Something you need, young man?" she asked. Jeremy thought about the question. He had any questions of his own. For now he stuck to one. "Where's the bathroom in this place?" He held out his hands as he shrugged, looking about as he couldn't figure out this house. "There is a toilet here, but I don't really think you'll be using it." Val said, fairly confident. "I'll show you." She took Jeremy's hand and lead him through the house. She came to the end of a hallway where an ominous wooden door was. When she opened the door there was a dark staircase leading downward. She leaned down a bit and smirked, speaking to him in a whisper. "Down there is my enchanting room. I go there to make my spells and potions. Go ahead. You seem to think you're a big boy. Go down the stairs, walk past the enchanting table, and it should be the first door on the left." She pressed her hand to Jeremy's padded bottom, trying to usher him forward. Jeremy took some tentative steps down the stairs, which creaked and moaned under his feet. He heard low moans and distant laughter. This was getting to be scary. He stopped when he saw a figure in front of him of a boy with no legs. He was glowing the same color as the trees outside did. Jeremy's heart was racing. He turned right around and ran back up the stairs. Val held out her arms and grabbed him, embracing the boy as he leapt into her embrace. She held him tight, laughing. Jeremy furrowed his brow and looked up at the woman. He was steamed! How could she laugh at him at a time like this? "Oh, I'm so sorry, Jeremy. It's just amusing to me..." Val explained. "Those are merely ghosts. They can't harm you. I understand they look pretty scary though." She tapped her finger against Jeremy's nose. "Just as well. You should probably get used to using your diapers. I seen what happens when you get too frightened." She patted his butt to emphasize her point. Jeremy scrunched his face into a frustrated grimace. He felt pretty emasculated by what just happened. Still, he hadn't experienced such unconditional maternal love since he was five years old. Val swept an arm behind Jeremy's legs and lifted the boy up, carrying him. She carried the boy into a bedroom. At the far end was a large bed, decorated in silky black sheets and black pillow cases. She sure had a theme when it came to her decor. She set Jeremy on his feet. "Wait here. Do not sit on the bed." Val seemed to glide as she walked towards her closet. She slid the door, which produced a wide opening on the wall. She reached into the dark closet and pulled out a soft baby blue set of pajamas. It was all one piece with little feet and a hood with bunny ears. She held it up, showing Jeremy. "Why do you even have that?" He asked incredulously. Val did not answer. She walked over to Jeremy and held out the legs. "Come on, into your jammies. You're not going to put up a fuss again like you did with your diapers?" Val looked Jeremy dead in the eyes. Jeremy whined and pouted, but still found himself stepping into the legs of the pajamas. They were comfy and they kept his toes warm at least. Val zipped up the pajamas and pulled the hood over the boy's head. She cupped her hands over her mouth. "Oh... you look positively adorable." A bluish blush formed on her face. She looked away and cleared her throat. "Right. Here's where you'll be sleeping." Val walked to the bed. She pulled a drawer out from under it, revealing a smaller trundle bed. The sheets had cute animals decorated over it. "Wait," Jeremy looked confused, "There's a big bed right there and you're making me sleep on this?" "Of course, sweetie. You didn't think I would let some pants soiling baby sleep in MY bed, now did you?" She smirked at him. Jeremy's face got red. He was so mad, but how could he possibly fight back? Besides, her logic did seem sound. Val guided the boy down, making him lie on the mattress. It crinkled underneath him. She then raised three bars on the sides of the smaller bed. He could easily climb over them. They were just there so he would not fall out of the bed. She dropped down some stuffed animals into the bed, giggling as she watched them bounce off the boy's body. Val walked over to an old oil lamp and turned it on before she turned off the rest of the lights. Val pulled off her gown. Jeremy sat up straight, watching as the woman took off her clothes. She was barely visible in the low light of the room. He saw her bare butt briefly. She turned her head, her red eyes glowing slightly. "You better not be peeking. You're just a little boy." she warns. Jeremy immediately got on his back again, staring at the tall ceiling. A chandelier hung above the master bed. The light from the oil lamp made the crystals on the ceiling fixture shimmer in the dark. Jeremy heard Val climbing into the bed. She pulled the covers over herself. He glanced over as Val looked down at him from her higher position. Val reached down into the trundle bed and traced her finger over Jeremy's face. She cooed down at him and then began to sing. Jeremy couldn't understand the language. He wondered if the song must be magic because he felt his eyes growing heavy. He fell asleep, dozing off slowly. part 2: Found This time when Jeremy awoke in the strange house it was peaceful, unlike the abrupt awakening he had before. He sat up in the little trundle bed and looked around for Val. She was not in her bed. He slowly stood up and felt a cramp. He needed the bathroom, and he needed it now. He carefully stepped over the bars of his little bed and wandered into the hall. He grabbed one hand at his crotch while he other groped his butt. He did an awkward walk to the wooden door that lead down to the scary room. He swallowed and gathered his courage, walking down the stairs. His diaper started feeling warm in the front. He wondered if he was wetting? He could barely tell. The diapers were just so comfortable. No, he couldn't accept that! Then there was an unmistakable hissing noise coming from his crotch. Now he knew he was wetting. He could even feel a slight rush of liquid flowing down his privates before the soft cloth absorbed it and it just felt like a comfortable pair of diapers again. He decided he would at least go poop in the toilet. Determined he put his hands over his backside and walked towards the dark room. Even in the daytime this place had almost no light in it. He saw some ghostly figures again and heard the spooky moans and laughter. Jeremy's legs trembled as another ghostly figure stood in front of the bathroom door. "Jeremy, good morning!" Val spoke up. Jeremy turned around, seeing the woman standing at the enchanting table. She was dressed in a new blouse, still black of course, but with a different design. She motioned for Jeremy to come over. Jeremy managed to hold back to his poop for now and he walked over to Val. "Miss Valdis, I really have to go..." he said in a strained voice, admitting his need. It was much too urgent of a need to be coy or indirect. "Well let's see your diaper first..." Val undid the button snaps in the back, letting the bottom panel open and expose the boy's diaper. She hooked her thumb into the waistband, pulling it back so she could look inside. "Looks like you already went. These are totally soaked. You must've had a good night's sleep because it looks like you wet in these all night long." "What?" Jeremy's voice raised a little "No, I just had a little accident..." "This isn't a little accident. I don't know. I think you should just finish using your diaper and then I'll change you when I'm done working in here, okay?" Val snapped the waistband back against Jeremy's skin and then buttoned the back panel up on his pajamas. Jeremy hadn't pooped himself on purpose since he was a toddler. He didn't even think he could do that. Val just gave him permission to. Did he really want to do this? Jeremy took a step back and leaned against the wall, watching Val do her work at the table. She didn't seem to be paying attention to him. He closed his eyes and relaxed. He felt a big log sliding out of his bottom. It was a heavenly feeling after holding it in for so long. The poop pressed up against him inside the thick, cushy cloth diaper. There was something satisfying about the sensation of the poop on his bottom. He had an urge to sit in it, but he fought it. He didn't want to make his mess worse and create a bigger workload for Val to clean up later. When he opened his eyes he saw Val had turned around to face him, looking at him with a smug smile. "Aww, did someone make a poo poo for me?" Val cooed, pursing her lips. Jeremy felt like he was going to burst into flames the way he was blushing. Val laughed, covering her mouth, "Relax, stinky. It's okay." She pulls up a chair to her table. "Why don't you just sit here for now and enjoy yourself. I'm going to show you something neat." Jeremy was confused, but Val seemed to be reacting rather kindly towards him, especially since he just shamed himself big time in front of her. It seemed she gave an indirect answer toward his own internal debate too. She gave him permission to sit down and squish his mess, and so he did. He sat in the chair, feeling the poop become smashed. It spread around, going across his cheeks. He shuddered for a second. It actually felt nice this time to be sitting in a filthy mess. "You ready now?" Val smiled down at him. She snapped her fingers and threw some dust on the table. A wall of flames shot upward, surprising Jeremy and making him back up slightly in his chair. The flames turned into multicolored animal shapes, dancing around on top of the table. Val clapped her hands in delight, watching her creation. Jeremy couldn't help but smile as well. He also gave a clap, whispering "amazing" to himself. A red dragon shaped flame then came along and ate up all the other animal shapes before disappearing. Val laughed at the morbid display. "Wasn't that fun?" Jeremy stared wide-eyed for a moment. He let out a nervous chuckle and looked up at Val. He nodded in agreement. This seemed to please the witch. She picked up the boy and hugged him to her small chest. She put a hand under his butt. "Okay, time to take care of this." She patted his butt. She carried the boy up the stairs. Jeremy still couldn't get over how strong she was. His male ego took a backseat for now and he just enjoyed the woman's strength. Jeremy's preconceived notions about witches also had been washed away since coming to this woman's house. He nuzzled against her shoulder. Val giggled and cooed as she felt Jeremy being affectionate. Once she had stripped the boy of his pajamas, Val pulled down the rubber pants and then set Jeremy onto the table. She unhooked the sides and let the filthy wet cloth diaper open up before her. She seemed unfazed by the odor, perhaps another one of her magic powers. She pulled the used diaper away and folded it neatly. She put it into a box and sealed it. Then, grabbing the boy's ankles, she raised his legs high in the air and began wiping the poop off Jeremy's butt. Jeremy gave in, surrendering his control to Val now. Gone were his whines and fits. He just smiled, feeling content as he got cleaned by the beautiful woman. Val was content too. It seemed like she had always wanted to have a baby boy with her, or that she was at least prepared for this all along. Val took a brand new cloth diaper from her cabinet and put it under Jeremy. She set him down upon it. She continued to wipe him, cleaning the piss off his crotch. The cool wipes slid over his scrotum and up the shaft of his penis. The contact was making him hard. Val didn't seem to mind, but Jeremy cringed, feeling embarrassed that he couldn't control his erection. Val took her free hand and grabbed under the boy's chin, making him look at her. "It's all right. It happens to all little boys." Val let go of him and then got the talc powder. She put it into her palm this time and used her bare hand to rub the powder into Jeremy's skin. His cock was throbbing now as Val rubbed her hand between the boy's cheeks and over his privates. She slid her hand all the way up the boy's shaft, making sure it was completely evenly coated with the powder. She pulled the diaper over his front and pressing it down over his erection and locking the hard dick inside the cushy material. She secured the sides just like she did before and pulled up some dry rubber pants, the same pastel blue color as before. She decided to put him back into those cute pajamas from before. "Hey, um, just wondering if my regular clothes were dry yet?" Jeremy asked as he sat up on the table. "Good question..." Val pulled the laundry line, bringing the boy's pants, shirt, and socks back in through the window. She nodded. "They seem to be fine. I could help you back into these, but I think your pants wont fit over your diapers anymore. Besides, you look cute as my little baby bunny." Jeremy blushed a little, but he had to smile as well. It wasn't often that he got called cute. Sure, it was in reference to him being a big baby, but still, this beautiful woman called him cute! "Okay. I'll... I'll wear whatever you give me." He looked down, shrugging. "Good boy!" Val gave him a pat on the head. Val took the box with the soiled diaper and walked outside. Jeremy followed her. It was so bright out in the morning. Val opened the box and dropped the filthy diaper into a wash basin. She pointed to the water pump. "Boys are good at pumping. Why don't you help me fill this thing with water?" Jeremy understood that Val was just teasing, clearly making a reference to masturbation, but he wanted to show her that he could handle the pump. He grunted. It was much harder than he thought it would be! He pumped slowly, using all his strength to get the water to come out. Finally the water began sputtering and then erupting into the basin. Val clapped her hands "What a strong little man I have!" Once it was full enough to her liking she tapped the boy's shoulder. "Okay that's enough." She took a scrubbing brush and poured some soap onto it. She reached down into the basin, pulling up the poopy cloth and scrubbing it down. "Can't you just, um, use magic to clean that?" Jeremy asked, blushing a little as he watched the woman clean up the mess he made. Val just smiled and shrugged. It appeared she loved cleaning up after Jeremy quite a bit. She must have known it embarrassed the boy too. When she was sure the diaper was as clean as it could get she pulled it up out of the basin and hung it on the laundry line. There was still an obvious brownish stain right in the middle. Jeremy was grateful there was no one around to see the dirty cloth diaper hanging out there in the sunlight right in the open. Jeremy remembered some questions he had from before. He wondered if he should ask now. Val could see him standing a bit uncomfortable, wondering how to approach the subject. "Miss Valdis..." Jeremy's voice trembled, "You have a lot of things in your home for a baby. A, uh, big baby. Does all this baby stuff belong to you, or is it someone else's?" Val's happy expression slowly faded. She wrung her hands together, her mouth hanging open and her lip quivering. She spoke, "A long time ago... I had a husband. He was utterly devoted to me. We were deeply in love and wanted to spread our love by having a child. I could not conceive though. One day my husband..." she began to laugh a little, looking down, "Well, he came to me wearing a diaper and bonnet, saying that he would be the baby I could never have. I thought it was absurd at first, but I was always taking care of him and looking out for him. I just couldn't resist. It felt right. I sewed many outfits for him, got more toys, special furniture." She looked away. A tear was rolling down her cheek out. She laughed again and wiped her face. "Is he... Is he still around?" Jeremy asked. He took a careful step forward. "I'm sorry, Valdis, don't cry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." "No." Val said quietly, looking out into the forest. "He was mortal, unlike me, and he refused any magic to make him live long like I do. I wanted so badly to save his frail body and make him live forever. He simply forbid it. I'm not one to take orders from a man, but I felt like this was one time I should not interfere." She held her face in her hand and wiped her eyes again. "He was ready to go when the time came... and so he did." Jeremy stood in silence. He felt like it was his fault for making Val cry. He fought back his own tears, but he began to cry as well. "I'm sorry..." "It's fine." Val took in a deep breath and then forced a smile. She pulled Jeremy into her arms and carried him into the house. "That was forever ago. This is now." Val set Jeremy down on the floor and made him sit there. She left him alone before coming back with the plush animals she gave him last night. "Play with these while I go do something. You can explore the house if you like too." With that she patted Jeremy on the head. She grabbed her shawl and draped it over her shoulders before walking out the front door. Jeremy was now all alone in the house. He tried to occupy his time with the stuffed animals. It was childish, sure, but it was kind of fun. He couldn't remember the last time he just sat around and played. Suddenly he remembered his phone. Where did Val put it? He stood up, crinkling as he waddled around the house, deciding to go exploring. Val did encourage him to, after all. Jeremy thought about what he would do if he found his phone. It had been a while since he had played any games, but he was more concerned with how his friends were doing. He never told them he ran away. Did his father try to call him since he disappeared? He wasn't sure if he cared or not. Still, the curiosity was there. Jeremy looked in the master bedroom first. There were so many drawers and secret compartments in the walls. There were strange objects that Jeremy did not dare touch. Nothing that gave him any indication of where his stuff would be. What did she do with his backpack anyway? Jeremy suddenly felt the urge to soil himself again. It was so soon after his last bathroom incident too. He realized he might be all alone for some time. He felt a bit naughty, wanting to actually go on purpose. Val didn't seem to mind. Jeremy walked over to a dresser and grabbed the edge of it for support. He parted his legs and looked down at the bulge around his waist that was covered by the jammies. He unzipped the pajamas and pulled them off until he was standing there in just his diaper. He sighed, releasing a spurt of piss. It came out as a trickle at first until it was a torrent of pee hitting the crotch of his diaper at full blast. He felt that warmth spreading out around his cock and balls. Even as he was peeing, his wet dick became erect. He didn't even know he pee while hard! It felt so good. He grunted and made a noisy mess in the back of his diaper. Jeremy was overcome by conflicting emotions. He felt guilty about doing all this, even though he knew there was no real consequence for it. He sat down, feeling his mess spread out. While he sat on the floor he pulled the front of his diaper and looked down inside it. He saw his throbbing erection and just had to touch it. He had not masturbated since he ran away from home. It was odd for him, since he tended to jerk off every single day. He stuffed his hand down his wet diaper and grabbed his cock. He started rubbing himself. He leaned back, letting out some small moans of pleasure. Never before had he felt this good. He actually liked this! Jeremy was stroking himself faster, feeling like he was on the verge of the biggest orgasm ever. "Well well well, someone sure loves his diapers!" There was a voice right in front of him. Jeremy's eyes shot open to see Val standing in front of him, looking down at him as he had his hand down his dirty diaper. He was about to apologize when Val raised her hand "ah ah, don't let me stop you. Continue, please." She began to squat down, looking at Jeremy on his level. "Go ahead." With Val's blessing Jeremy began jerking off again. He was red all over. Val was watching him masturbate, in a wet and messy diaper no less. New worlds of humiliation and arousal were being opened to the boy. He moaned, his voice raising and cracking a bit as it hit a high note. He spurt inside his diaper, coating the insides with the sticky cum. He breathed deep and heavy as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled his hand out of the diaper and looked at it, slick with piss and cum. Val had some tissues ready, pulling them from a hidden pocket on her top and wiping the boy clean. "You know, I ought to let you stew in that diaper for a while." Val said with a smirk. "Naughty boy..." Jeremy tried not to smile at Val's comment. He just let this woman talk to him like that now. When he first arrived here he was so petulant. Now he was readily accepting of his baby boy role. In his dizzy afterglow state he blurt out something really surprising, "Thank you, Mommy..." Right away Jeremy covered his mouth. He had an immediate look of regret on his face. Did he really just call her "Mommy?" Val stared blankly. She looked down and cleared her throat "Well..." she paused for a long time. Jeremy wanted to apologize right there. He had worried he stepped over some boundary. He shook his head in silence. Val grabbed his cheeks and made him look her right into those red eyes of hers. "Is that what you wish, little boy?" She spoke sternly, but with a loving undertone, "Do you want me to be your Mommy?" Jeremy swallowed hard. He shifted around nervously and felt his own mess smearing around. Coupled with the powerful woman's deep stare the whole situation was sending him into a tizzy. "Yes..." he finally spoke, barely above a whisper. "I want you to be my Mommy, and I want to be your little boy..." Val could feel his face warming in her hands as she held it in place. Val took a deep breath and then sighed. "Very well." she finally spoke, breaking the tension a little. "I just hope you understand what that means. You are to be totally devoted to me. You will listen to what I say and always do as I tell you to do." "Yes, Mommy." Jeremy said in a husky whisper. "That's a good boy, Jeremy." She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his. She sighed. "You are mine now. You must never leave Mommy, you hear me?" Jeremy nodded and Valdis felt that nod as their heads rubbed together. Val wrapped her arms around the boy in a firm embrace. She kissed his cheek. Slowly she rose and Jeremy felt himself being lifted. His feet dangled a few inches above the floor. Val carried the boy onto the bed with her and lied back. She held him close. "Don't go getting any ideas now. This still isn't your bed. I just... want to cuddle you for a bit." Jeremy nodded again, resting his head on the woman's mostly flat chest. She stroked her fingers through the messy hair on his head. She breathed in deeply, smelling his hair as she nuzzled him. (let me know if you think I should continue this story! I haven't written a long form abdl story in some time and I am excited to get back into the game! If there are any spelling errors let me know in a private message so I can fix them. Thank you for reading!)
  21. Witch's Baby

    One day a curious teenager wanders into the woods and fonds a curious cabin. The cabin belongs to a witch! The witch (or wizard!!) a little older than the teen ager. The witch invites the teen in hopes of slowly getting the teenager diaper dependant and like an infant! Does anyone want to be the witch/wizard?
  22. Damsel in Diapers

    When Princess Seraphina's father gets remarried to the Queen of the neighbouring kingdom, Seraphina finally has a new mother. What she doesn't know is that Seraphina, at age 20, is only five years younger than her new mom! Not only that but her mother is a secret magic user. The new queen, and new mother, is horrorfied when Seraphina finds out she can use magic and she tells the whole kingdom. The queen decides to take revenge on her by using her magic to make Seraphina slowly become diaper dependent and mentally regress, this will show her who's in charge! And who her new mommy is. I would like to be Seraphina! Who would like to be the magic step mommy queen?
  23. How many of you diaper lovers or adult babies out there actually USE your diapers? I used to all the time, at least for tinkles, and got to the point where I was even pretty comfortable with wetting in public, as long as I didn't overdo it. I also gave myself enemas or suppositories that forced me to mess pretty frequently, and even did THAT in public a few times! But over time I gradually stopped using them less and less, and now even though I get all dressed up a few nights a week, and am comfortable wearing diapers, sissy clothes, and toys/plugs out in public, I just never wet or mess them anymore.I feel like I'm not being a good baby, and if I'm going to be buying diapers, I need to earn them. So with 12 disposables left in this current pack, I'm looking for instructions as to what I need to do to prove myself, and earn the right to buy the next pack.It's not that I'm totally opposed to wetting or messing, but I just need some encouragement and strict rules. Ideally, I'd love if someone wants to chat with me as I'm completing any tasks to make sure I follow through and don't wimp out.Thanks!Baby Kelsey
  24. NEW DL HERE

    just saying hello here and looking for mummy to talk to if there is any on here
  25. Opening Day

    I wake up to the sunlight peeking through the window shades. It's Sunday, the day before our opening day of Buck Season and I'm really excited about going hunting tomorrow. I jump out of bed and run down stairs to get some breakfast. Mom is already in the kitchen and asked me how I slept. I replied, Great. She asked what I wanted for breakfast as I sat down at the table. I said, a bowl of cereal would be great. She said ok. As I sat down at the kitchen table, I realized that my thick, overnight cloth diaper was pretty wet. I've always had a bed wetting problem and a lot of daytime accidents as well, so I've pretty much been in diapers my whole life. My Grandma makes the cloth diapers for me, which I know saves my mom a lot of money. I wear them at night and whenever I'm home at Mom's house. During the day. As these get old and worn out, or too small, my Grandma uses them as the soaker panel in my new diapers. For school, or other daytime activities, I wear Abri Wing disposable diapers. We found these a few years ago when I was outgrowing Goodnights. The back of these fasten around the waist with a belt and the front flap Velcro fastens to that belt. This makes it really easy for me to remain diapered in case of an accident, but I can unfasten the front and use the bathroom when I need to. The school nurse keeps some extras for me in her office just in case. I also use the Wings diaper during the day when I'm at Dad's house. At night, and all day hunting trips, he has thick, overnight disposables for me. Here's your cereal my Mom said as she handed me a big bowl of Captain Crunch and then a big glass of OJ. As I ate, she told me that she had all of my hunting clothes packed up and ready to go. Thanks Mom, I said. She also said that she'd let me drive my car over to my Dad's house, "Just slow down, no more tickets". Yes Ma'am, I replied, thank you. As I ate my cereal and drank my juice, I felt the urge to pee. I was already in a wet diaper, so I just let go. The diaper was a little cool from being damp all night. The fresh wetting warmed it back up a little bit and felt good. I finished and took my bowl over to the sink, rides it out and loaded it into the dishwasher. Then I poured some more OJ, drank that down and loaded the glass in the dishwasher. I headed back up to my room to get ready to go over to Dad's house. I grabbed a clean pair of jeans, a flannel shirt and a fresh diaper and headed to the bathroom. I brushed and flossed my teeth. After that, I pushed hard and squirted a little more pee into my diaper, got out of my PJ's, unpinned my diaper and tossed it in the diaper pail to be washed then jumped into the shower. After my shower, I got my Wings diaper on, pulled on my jeans, put my shirt on and headed back to my bedroom. There, I got my socks and shoes on, grabbed my wallet,, and coat and headed back down stairs. My Mom had already brought all of my hunting clothes up for me and had them waiting in the living room. She handed me my car keys and said "I'm trusting you to drive slower. You're only 16 and can't afford any more tickets." I said, I know. Sorry about that, it won't happen again. We gave each other a hug, she said "be careful tomorrow and good luck. Hope you shoot a big one." I said thanks and out the door I went. I got to Dad's house in about 20 minutes, just a couple towns over. I pulled into the drive and he came out to great me. We hugged then unloaded my hunting clothes into his house. He asked, Do you have your hunting license? Yep. Your Buck Knife? Yep. Your gloves and orange hat? Yep. I'm all ready for tomorrow. He said great. It was a little after ten in the morning. Dad said, let's grab our rifles out of the safe and go to the range and shoot a little bit then we can come home and watch some football. Great I said excitedly. What gun do you want to hunt with this year? Dad asked. Do you want to stick with your .243 or do you want to try something else? I replied, what about the 30-06, I think I'm ready for that. Dad said ok. You know it kicks more than your .243. I said yeah, I know, I want to give it a try though. Dad said okay. I I'll just take both in case you don't like the 06. Sounds great I said We loaded those two rifles and Dad's 7mm Magnum into his truck. I said, let me use the bathroom before we go. He said great idea. I headed into the bathroom, pulled down my jeans, unfastened the front flap of my Wings diaper and took a leak. I flushed, pulled the flap back up between my legs and refastened it. I pulled my pants back up, ran out the door and away we went. We got to the sportsmans club and carried our guns and ammo down the path to the rifle range. I started to get the urge to go #2, but our club is new and doesn't have a clubhouse or any bathrooms yet. I'll just try to hold it until we get home. We set our stuff on a bench, grabbed some targets and the stapler and walked down to the target. We stapled up our targets and walked back to the bench. Dad suggested that I start out with the.243. Okay. I took it out of the case and sat down at the bench. I loaded 5 rounds in the gun, rested it on some sand bags and focused on the target. I clicked the safety off, zeroed in on the bullseye and BAM. I worked the bolt, zeroed in BAM. I fired all five rounds and then we walked down to check out the target. All five shots in a nice little cluster, about an inch and a half above the bullseye. Nice shooting, said my Dad. Perfect. Walking back to the bench, I could feel the pressure in my bowels growing. I was wondering if I'd be able to hold it till we got home. Back at the bench, my Dad pulled out his 7mm. He loaded and fired five rounds downrange. We walked back down again and checked Dad's target. Another good group. Nice shooting Dad. Thanks son. We walked back to the bench one more time, pressure still growing. Dad asked, you read to try out the 06? I said Heck Yeah! I sat back down at the bench and Dad got to 30-06 out of it's case. He handed it to me along with some ammo. I clenched my butt cheeks together as I lined up on the third target. BAM! The recoil was quite a bit more than I'm used to, but not too bad. I loaded another round, lined up on the target, BAM! Three more rounds, BAM! BAM! BAM! I really like the 30-06 I told my Dad. That's great, let's go check out your target. I got up and started walking down to check the target. As we started walking, I felt something, the warm, soft stickiness of poop in my diaper. It must have slipped out during the excitement of shooting the new rifle. As we walked to the target, I could feel more poo coming out, a little more with each step. We got to the target and my Dad was impressed. Good shooting son. Then he looked at me. He could see something was wrong and asked what was the matter. I told him that I had an accident, a #2. He said that we'd head home and I could get cleaned up. As we walked back to the bench to grab our guns, I let go and released a full load into my diaper. I could feel it move and spread with each step I took. When we got to the truck, I got in and felt the mess squish and spread as I sat down. It was an embarrassing ride home.