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Accepting my boyfriend is ABDL

I thought I’d write a little about how I have gone from my initial reaction to my boyfriend’s coming out as ABDL (adult baby, diaper lover), which was along these lines:

OK, you like a harmless, peculiar, thing. I find the thought of you indulging in it unappealing, and a bit of a turn off, but I am happy for you to indulge, as long as you are happy for me not to be involved. Never hide it from me, and never be ashamed.

To my current feelings, which are:

I GET TO BE A LITTLE GIRL! I AM EXCITE! And hopefully that will go well and then I can be a caregiver to you as a little too! And then we can play TOGETHER as a pair of littles! And oh my gosh, it’d be great if I can go to his event soon with him.

How did this change happen? I’ve thought about it at length. The things that have really helped have been:

1. He explained at the start that it’s not entirely just sexual (in fact, I think he said it wasn’t really sexual at all - hah! I think that was a white lie, what I needed to hear at the time). He clearly explained to me how it’s about feeling safe, cosy, loved and being in a different frame of mind where the usual adult junk doesn’t matter. I know for some people it’s not sexual at all, and for others, it’s majorly sexy, but what he said made me comfortable at the time. He used the phrase ‘age play’ to describe his fetish, which I found easier to deal with than ‘diaper fetish’ or something.

2. He made it clear I could ask ANY questions, WHENEVER I wanted, and made sure he answered them all sincerely, frankly, and as as clearly as he could. Some of them took a while to answer - like when I started to ask how it is sexy to him. This is because he hasn’t had to answer those questions before. If he was stuck on how to answer something, he told me so, and I patiently put it on the back-burner. I found his frankness, clarity of thought and ability to articulate some difficult stuff really attractive. He’s a good ‘un.

3. He made it clear that I don’t have to do anything or get involved. It could entirely just be his thing, that he goes off to events to enjoy a few times a year, or in his alone time. This put me at ease - no pressure! That was great.

4. When I started exploring the fetish, he expressed how super happy it made him (even if it was a bit surreal for him!). I checked out some sites, to see what sort of clothes he might wear, and when I felt brave enough, sent him a link to a romper that I thought he could get away with wearing as cute pajamas around the house, that wasn’t TOO babyish. He made it clear he was really touched that I was even curious. Positive reinforcement is a great motivator!

5. He explained to me that it isn’t related to some childhood trauma, and stressed that he had a brilliant childhood. He tackled that subject head on, and that put my mind at rest, and meant I wasn’t wondering about how to engage in such a delicate conversation. It’s not my business, of course, unless he chooses to make it as such, but I would hate to accidentally trigger some disturbing memories in chatting around ABDL stuff. I know this will vary a lot for other folk, and I have my own issues in that area, but it helped me to understand that it’s just how he is built.

6. He made it clear it didn’t involve anyone else, aside from folk he plays with at events / meet ups, and the folk who change him. He doesn’t have what I’d now call a caregiver, and events don’t involve any sexy happenings with other people.

7. When I expressed an interest in seeing sexy changing times, he hooked me right up with some videos. I’ve got a soft spot for porn where one partner is submissive and dominated in the most genteel way (massage videos?! Jeez, I can’t imagine just lying there in the buff, fully lit, in such an intense situation. I know, I’m such a weed :D ). This has replaced the slightly rougher stuff I was into when I was younger. After seeing a few bits on Tumblr, I realised that changing times might be considered gentle sub-dom. It was a bit less weird than I expected. In fact, the first video I chose to watch featured lockable mittens and I was over the moon to see such adorable fetish equipment. Now I’ve seen some that are downright hot. Lovely smut :)

8. We talk about our fantasies. This isn’t always easy, and I think he still worries about me being grossed out by his interests, but the long and short of it is, my boyfriend wants me to wear some giant padded undies, cute clothes that I adore, and take me for a picnic. I may or may not find it super sexy, but that just sounds like a great afternoon! And I wouldn’t have to pee in the bushes in the park ;). I know that if I wanted to try something different, he’d be happy to hear me out and give it some serious thought.

9. Finally, and most importantly, I think, is he has both a sense of scale and a sense of humour about his ABDL desires. For instance, when I told him I was curious and interested in trying out being a little, he asked if he had to watch Formula 1 with me in return, a sport I love and he thinks is rubbish. Newp ;). His ability to laugh at the situation keeps me at ease.

It’s not been an overnight thing, it’s taken a couple of months for me to reach this point. I can honestly say I 100% *support* him in his interests, and some of them now sound super appealing and fun to me, and I hope that I will enjoy partaking too. I know that I might not - all sorts of situations are appealing in the mind and then you get into them and think.. oh shit, no. Not for me. But I’ll continue to support him, and I know that I have now accepted this part of him, which I was worried I never fully could.

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kinkyberen

2 months ago

Game Over

Author's Note: This story is for readers 18+ only. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Parker slapped his bedwetting rewards sheet on the glass countertop like he’d played a royal flush.

My stomach tightened into a knot.

The clerk glanced at the paper, then up at Parker, then through Parker and into the middle distance. “Reading rewards are redeemed at the pizza barn,” he said in a monotone. “One personal pan pizza with a single topping, excluding sausage and bacon. Not redeemable for anything from the prize counter. Not redeemable for cash. Not—”

“Do I look like I’m in elementary school to you?" Parker interrupted. "I’m not in the reading program.” He turned around and shot a ‘can you believe this guy’ face at me because somehow being part of a diaper rewards program was less embarrassing than a reading program in his mind.

Parker jabbed his finger on the logo at the top of the sheet. A diaper with a crown on it. Then he pointed at a vinyl banner with the same logo on it that hung, half-obscured by poorly stitched elephant and zebra stuffies, on the wall behind the counter. “Royal Rumps Rewards,” it read in a blocky font.

When I heard the words ‘Royal Rumps Rewards’ I wished my hoodie was the Big Daddy suit from Bioshock, insulating me from judgments and the sneering laughter of those in earshot. Or at least what I’d imagined they’d say. Not Parker. This was his superpower: he was fundamentally incapable of feeling shame or embarrassment. I suspected he’d done some arcane ritual that transplanted all his anxiety and self-consciousness into me at birth.

I scanned the room, ears perked up for half-whispered laughter and pearl-clutching questions.

“Royal Rumps? Is that the diaper brand for adults?”

“You must suck at games to wear diapers for prizes.”

“Is he wearing one now? I think I see some extra padding in his jeans.”

I didn’t hear anything like that. Not out loud, at least. Hearing them in my head was bad enough.

The clerk turned and looked at the Royal Rumps banner as if seeing it for the first time. “Oh, right. Forgot about that.” He turned over his shoulder. “Clara, we have a couple of guys here for the weird diaper thing.”

I drew my hoodie strings tight again.

Clara was a senior citizen by Slice Shak staff standards. Early 30s with a smattering of 1990s pop culture buttons on her vest. She wore a strained smile. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail so tight it served as a facelift. She took a laminated sheet out of a drawer. “Diaper Partner Program,” it said simply at the top.

“You’ll have to excuse Aden. It’s his first week. We’re proud of our partnership with Royal Rumps, aren’t we, Aden?”

Aden grunted. I preferred Aden’s response to this whole thing. Wearing diapers when you didn’t have to, strictly speaking, was kinda weird. Dancing around it just felt patronizing. Condescending.

“Show her your sheet, man,” Parker said.

I slid my sheet onto the counter and stepped back. Parker could serve as the spokesman. I would’ve been happy—thrilled, even—to stay home and let him bring my sheet in with his, but that was against the rules. Or so Parker said. He was probably telling the truth; he didn’t hesitate to break a rule if he could get away with it. But he also hated doing anything alone. It was like he’d cease to exist if he didn’t have an audience.

“Alrighty, let me look at these,” Clara said. She pulled out a calculator and ran her finger down Parker’s sheet, noting the unbroken rows of crescent-moon-with-a-raincloud stickers set against the night-sky background. She flipped the sheet over and continued to run her finger down that side, punching numbers into the calculator. “Wow. A perfect two months. That’s 500 points. Nice work, sweetie.”

‘Sweetie.’ Was that part of the script as stipulated by Royal Rumps? Or was it impossible to look at someone who proudly admitted they woke up in a wet diaper every morning and not call them sweetie, cutie, or baby?

Parker snorted.

“And do you solemnly swear, as a Knight of Castle Crinkle, that your account of your adventures in bedwetting is the truth?” Clara asked.

‘Adventures in bedwetting.’ Royal Rumps loved that phrase. They plastered it all over their website and marketing materials. They even had an app—a mobile game of sorts—with that title. You filled in this cartoony map of a medieval fantasy land, accruing XP as you used your diapers.

Parker stared at Clara, then he looked behind himself meaningfully. The line of impatient patrons grew by the minute. I could sense annoyance that we were taking so long. “Of course we did. I’m not a liar.”

Clara peeled a sticker off the Diaper Partner Program sheet and pressed it against Parker’s chest. A stylized diaper with a golden crown and “Nappied Knights,” with the ‘k’ tilted off at an angle. “Thanks for sharing your journey back into bedwetting with us.”

She turned to me. “Now, let’s look at yours.” She ran her finger down my sheet, flipped it over, and did the same thing. “Excellent. 497 points. Great job.”

“Wait, what?” Parker said. “There should be 500 points. Check again.”

Clara’s strained smile faltered for half a second. “Yes, well, if you look here, there’s a day missing.” She pointed at the blank spot on the chart. A tiny blue-black square in a sea of stickers.

“Bro,” Parker said to me.

I shrugged.

He turned to Clara. “I’m sure it was a mistake. Can’t we just put a sticker on there and call it good?”

Clara shook her head. “‘fraid not. That’s specifically forbidden in our agreement with Royal Rumps.”

“See, but the thing is, we need 1,000 points for the drone. What if we throw some tickets in the mix?” He leaned forward and rested his fists on the countertop, favoring Clara with his cockiest grin. “I’m a wicked shot at skee ball.”

“No combining offers,” Aden interjected.

Parker shot him a withering glance.

“What about the boombox,” Clara said. She pointed at the dusty box. “That’s only 750 points. Or the MP3 player. That looks nice, right? You can put a bunch of songs on that thing.”

“I have an Iphone. I don’t need a fucking MP3 player, Clara.” He spat her name like it was a curse.

Clara’s professional smile evaporated. “Then I suppose you’ll need to come back tomorrow. Oh, wait. The half-off discount ends today. That’s a shame. I guess your ‘adventures in bedwetting’ will need to continue for another two months. Give or take a few nights.” She stared down Parker. He looked like he was ready to vault over the countertop and strangle her.

The chatter behind us had dropped to a low, whispery murmur. We were moments from brazen snickers. Pointing fingers. Frantic, emoji-laded texts to friends about the freaks holding up the Slice Shak line.

I elbowed Parker’s arm. “Come on. Let’s go. ”

He snatched his sheet off the countertop and stormed off, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘uptight bitch.’

I grabbed my sheet. I considered apologizing to Clara. But that’d mean another few seconds in line.

She beat me to it with a “Thank you for sharing your journey back to bedwetting with us.” She mashed a sticker onto my chest. A diaper with a pirate hat and a saber floating off to one side. Beneath it: “Sailing the Soggy Seas.”

I gave her an awkward smile, mouthed ‘sorry,’ and walked away.

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kinkyberen

1 year ago

Advanced Dungeons & Diapers: Chapter 1

This is the start of a sequel to one of my longest commissions, "Dungeons & Diapers". It's written to work effectively as a standalone novel, but follows directly on the plot of the original work, which you can read here.

Also it's set in the Pathfinder 1e universe, not any DnD plane. Nyeh. You can't tell me what to do. ...

The smell of the Wizard’s destruction carried on the wind far past the edge of Verity, the eastern capital, long before the damage could be seen.

Sandra knew they were walking into trouble and danger of their greatest enemy’s doing. Her whole party knew it. The Wizard had caused them untold humiliations as an afterthought, and prolonged exposure to his magic had taught them the telltale signs. With one sniff of the air, they knew it was him.

The distinctive, sharp smell of baby powder left little room for misidentification.

Turning back in the saddle to look at her party, Sandra swished her tail, trying not to show any uncertainty. “If anyone wants to turn back, I understand. There’s no reason to throw ourselves into danger without cause.”

Quinn didn’t need to answer. The brawny half orc feared little, and even when he had trepidation, he kept it hidden for the others. His protective instinct didn’t break here, and he shook his head.

Tarja trembled on the horse next to Quinn, but not out of fear–rather, the curse that had degraded her fine motor control left her constantly shaking unless she could lie down, get on all fours, or briefly dispel the effects. Mounted on a saddle, she had to cling to the horn and let Quinn lead. She hardly looked like the most lethal Ranger Sandra had ever met, but when she was free of the curse, she could track, hunt, and aim a bow with legendary precision.

Even cursed as she was, she’d never back down from danger. Taking the effort to enunciate clearly, she said, “I’m no’ running.” Her words carried a slight lisp, like a toddler still struggling to make the letters come out right–another side effect of her curse.

Finally, Hadrian. The party’s own wizard, and their most thorough source of information on the Wizard’s magic. Clad in a latex bodysuit that bulged around his hips, and with a pacifier lodged between his lips that he couldn’t remove, he had the most visible curses of them all.

His gaze was on the horizon, hard and furious. He didn’t need to speak to communicate, not when his feelings were this clear.

They were going to Verity, no matter what had happened there, no matter the danger.

Sandra shifted in her seat again, noting a slight squelch beneath her pants. Her diaper was full–and now that she’d noticed, she picked up a slight foul stench mingling with the baby powder odor. The diaper would self clean before they got to the city, so it didn’t concern her much.

Still, it was a reminder of the Wizard’s lightest, least invasive curses–he’d stolen her potty training more than a year prior, and it had stayed stolen. If he led an assault against a city, she shuddered to think what he could have done to the populace.

It wasn’t long before they crested a rise and, finally, came into view of the city. Verity’s walls stood proud and unbreached, and most of the homes, businesses, and buildings seemed to be intact.

From one point, though, billowing clouds of white wafted up. Plumes of baby powder, shooting from a space where the great Temple of Calistria had once stood. Now, the structure seemed to be made of geometric pastels, twisted as a thousand child-safe squares of foam flooring had been frozen in the middle of an explosion.

Pulling up his mount next to Sandra, Hadrian gestured at his pacifier urgently. Reaching to the side, she pulled it free.

“Serendipity,” he said, “She’s–”

“In the temple,” Sandra finished. “I know.”

He didn’t wait for further words or confirmation, but spurred his horse onwards, galloping as fast as the mount would take him.

Sandra couldn’t blame him, even if she doubted there was much they could do. Hadrian had fallen head-over-high-heels with a priestess performer of the temple. He wouldn’t slow for anything while he knew she could be in danger.

The others followed soon after, matching Hadrian’s speed so they didn’t lose him on the road to Verity’s gates. As they grew closer, Sandra got a better look at the damage–she could make out distinct shapes, but the scale was all off. One side of a baby crib, bars painted pastel blue, seemed to be twenty feet long or more and hovered above the debris. An enormous mobile, so large that the plush toys dangling from it were to-scale with the animals those plushies resembled, spun slowly.

Contrasting with the openly juvenile elements, she also saw a large plug, tapered at the base, large enough that it could only be practically used by an elder dragon with a very particular set of kinks.

If Sandra had any doubts, that confirmed it. Only the Wizard of Paraphilia would mix infantile and erotic objects with such a tasteless disregard for dignity.

Hadrian was babbling at the gate–literally, his pacifier had returned in the fifteen minutes it’d taken to ride there–and Sandra had to pull up next to him and address the guards. “We’re working for the guild,” she said, leaning over to free her friend’s lips again. After removing the pacifier, she continued, “We have business with the Calistrians.”

“The temple’s…” one of the guards said, scratching his head as he looked them up and down, first at Hadrian’s pacifier and latex bodysuit, then at Quinn’s ample breasts, to Sandra, an elf with a dragon like tail that twitched to emphasize her impatience. At least they’d managed to clear up a couple of the more awkward things–Sandra could at least pull her clothes down to cover her diaper properly, hiding the perpetual peek she’d been stuck with for a while, and Quinn had managed to find a caster who could permanently revert his size back to normal. It could have been worse.

Shaking off his confusion, the guard explained, “Eh…the temple’s got wrecked like you all. Not sure you’ll be able to do any business there.”

“We can help,” Sandra insisted, sliding the guild seal from her pocket to show him. “Let us pass, quickly.”

Shrugging, the guard nodded and stood back, allowing the four of them to ride through the gates.

To Hadrian’s chagrin, they couldn’t just gallop up main street–Verity was a big enough city that, even with a crisis in plain view, life had to go on. Merchants had to sell their merchandise, beggars had to beg, scoundrels had to scound. Their horses helped them navigate up the streets more quickly, but she could see the frustration build on Hadrian’s face as they got closer and closer, stymied by the thick press of busy people in the streets.

Finally, they came into view of the temple, and Hadrian leapt free of the saddle. Stumbling on his heels for a moment, he ran across the cobblestone street, up to the place where the temple entrance had once stood.

The walls were replaced with the same pastel-painted slightly foam substance. Where there had once been grand doors decorated with symbols of Calistria, the Savored Sting, there was now a large flap, more akin to something an animal would use.

Sandra pulled up behind him, bringing her mount to a nickering stop, and said, “We need to use cauti–”

Hadrian ran in through the flap.

“Damn.” Sandra jumped down from her own horse, taking a moment to tie it off to the hitching post, dealing with Hadrian’s as well.

Quinn began to help Tarja down and deal with their own mounts as well, but Sandra stopped him.

“You stay out here.” Sandra said. “If this place has some effect on the people inside, we can’t all just rush in. If I’m not back in fifteen minutes, start finding a way to get Hadrian and I outside without any collateral damage.”

“Be safe, ‘Andwa,” Tarja lisped, before Sandra slipped under the flap, conjuring an umbral knife in her hands–she’d be ready for anything.

Inside, the grand hall of the temple had once been home to a massive stage, where scantily-dressed clerics would flaunt their goods in exchange for tithe. Calistria was a goddess of lust, after all, it made sense.

Now, where poles and stages had once been, cages and hard points floated in the air, trapping priests and worshipers alike. The sky could be seen above–the roof was floating far too high to fully shield from the elements, and the various bizarre structures Sandra had seen from afar loomed above them.

A foul smell hung in the air, the results of the curses and time that had warped the former holy place. Diapers were everywhere Sandra looked, wrapped around people of all genders and ancestries, most soiled to the point of leaking. Pacifiers, too, were a constant–held in place with leather and magic, so that the victims couldn’t spit them out, mumble, or even speak.

Some priests had their hands tied far above their heads, leaving them standing, desperate, unable to rest or relax. Sandra met their pleading eyes, though their words got distorted into helpless mumbling beneath their pacifiers.

She approached one. “Hold still,” she whispered, “Let me try…”

Reaching up, she touched the clasp holding the pacifier in place. She could plainly detect magic on it, and knew it had to be enchanted, but perhaps–

Her brain fogged for a moment, and she staggered back, falling to the ground. Her brain fuzzed, befuddled by magic. When she blinked and regained full control of her thoughts, she realized she’d begun suckling her thumb, and that her diaper–which had self cleaned not ten minutes prior–was suddenly sagging and full again, not that it could make the room smell any worse.

Shaking her head, Sanda stood, staggering for a moment before regaining her balance.

“I…” she said. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

The priest’s eyes didn’t show understanding, just desperation to be free. Regretfully, Sandra looked around further, careful not to touch anyone.

Other priests were in their own predicament. Some, trapped in cages or cribs, were cuffed spread eagle. Still others sat on adult-sized rocking horses that never fell still, wrists tied to handles and feet to the base, forced to shift back and forth, squelching their diapers interminably. Going by the slight bzzz sound filling the air, Sandra guessed more than a few had toys inside their diaper, torturing them in other ways that couldn’t be seen as easily.

There were more restraints, too, in patterns and configurations she didn’t know. X-shaped crosses. Spanking benches–though, mercifully, she saw no enchanted paddles going to town. Two particularly unfortunate clerics were tied to each other, wrist-to-ankle, so that their faces were buried in each other’s diapers.

She counted dozens of people in the grand temple room, all bound, all unable to move or flee. Some were faces she recognized. Some were strangers. All were helpless.

“Hadrian?” Sandra called, picking her way through the helpless, whimpering victims.

“Back here!” he called, voice carrying from a rear door.

She followed the sound. In the former backstage, it was less populated, but the cribs and cursed people inside were just as helpless. Hadrian was there, but as she stepped in, he looked from face to face, crib to crib, then turned and ran out the room.

Sandra followed, urgently, chasing after him as he went to the once-and-no-longer rectory. Here, there were no people, only changing supplies and baby food stacked on shelves, piles and piles of each, a trove of necessities for anyone who’d been cursed into diaper dependence.

Hadrian continued to run, and Sandra chased after him. “Wait, Hadrian–”

“I have to find her,” he called back, moving down a back hall, to the priest’s quarters. More cribs, more faces, but not the face he wanted to see. Up, then, to the library–now a play room, with baby books and lewd folios, baby toys and vibrating wands all scattered around as though they belonged together. A few priests, glassy eyed, were going through the motions of stacking blocks or organizing rings onto a post, seemingly without any control over their actions.

More desperate than ever, Hadrian continued his flight. He checked the kitchen, now filled with high chairs, and the restrooms, now filled exclusively with changing tables.

Nothing.

“She’s…” Hadrian panted, leaning against a changing table for support. “She’s not here.”

“Maybe she was out on business,” Sandra suggested. “Gwyndomere relies on her for jobs.”

“Gwyndomere’s gone, too,” Hadrian said. “He took–The Wizard took them.”

Sandra looked back out the changing room door, to the open field of restrained worshippers. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Hadrian said, a growl building in his throat. “But we’re not going to let this sta–”

“Hey!”

A voice called from the grand hall. Someone who could speak, not bound up by the curses and restraints.

Sandra stepped out, looking for the source of the voice. A man in white and gold robes. Sandra recognized the colors, indicating a god or goddess of healing, but couldn’t remember the divinity’s name.

“We’re with the guild,” Sandra said. “I’m–”

“Sandra Cassidy,” the cleric replied, stepping closer. He was older, with a neatly trimmed grey beard and a weary expression. “I know who you are. My name is Barro, I’m a priest of Aesocar. You shouldn’t be in here.”

“These people need help,” Sanda gestured, while mentally snapping a proverbial finger. (Aesocar! That’s the god I was thinking of.)

“We’re finding ways to do that,” Barro said, “But it’s dangerous. The pacifiers provide food and water, keeping them alive, but we haven’t yet found a way to get them down safely. They could be like this for weeks, and unless you know how to dispel it, there’s nothing for you to do but fall into a trap or erase your own mind by mistake.”

“I know how to work around the Wizard’s cruelty,” Sandra said.

“And you know how dangerous he is,” the cleric replied. “But–”

“Wait,” Hadrian said. “How do you know it could be weeks? When was the temple hit?”

The cleric shifted, uncomfortably, looking back at the door. “We should step outside–”

“What happened?” Hadrian demanded, stalking forward. “How long has it been like this?”

“This temple was hit this morning,” Barro said. “Eight members of the clergy are still unaccounted for, but…”

Sandra understood. “This isn’t the only one.”

“Four temples in eight days. The Wizard has been busy. And…it could be much, much worse than this.” He looked down and to the side. “My order was hit. Aesocar’s great hospital–the wizard rendered most of the finest healers in the realm to sadistic torments, turning their healing magic into cruel sources of pain.”

“Let’s go outside,” Sandra finally said.

Careful and reluctant, they stepped around the helpless, moaning victims, out into the fresh air.

“Four temples,” Sandra repeated. “What’s he doing?”

“We think, trying to get something.” Barro hesitated. “He’s taken the high priest of each, and several of their highest ranked assistants.”

“Serendipity,” Hadrian whispered.

“Gwyndomere,” Sandra added, thinking of the high priest’s power. If the Wizard had taken Gwyndomere, rather than coming in and attacking the temple while Gwyndomere was gone, then that implied danger and power beyond what she’d already feared.

“What’s going on?” Quinn asked, seeing them walk out.

“Danger and trouble,” Sandra started. “We’re going to need to be careful and decide our next move cautiously, something big and complicated is coming, and–”

“No,” Hadrian cut in. “It’s not complicated at all. We’re going to find the wizard, and when we do, we’re going to kill him.”

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kinkyberen

2 years ago

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kinkyberen

3 years ago

Forced Regression Stories & Captions Index

Let's be real: I've written a LOT of forced regression stories and captions. But since Tumblr doesn't allow NSFW blogs to be searched with tags like #forcedregression, at the request of folks like @buunnymichelle I'm putting together this handy index to a few notable ones. It's not going to be exhaustive, of course, but hopefully it will be a good starting point!

Forced Regression Stories

Male

Diapered, Desperate, and Denied

Just Out of Reach

Replaced… or Repurposed?

Promises Kept

The Date (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2)

Amelia's Baby Shower (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7)

Female

Hush, Little Stacy

How Captivating!

A Model Princess (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4)

Loose Lips

Good Baby

Hindsight

Forced Regression Captions (just a few!)

Female

Mommy's New Baby

Agent Laura in Trouble

Charles, Help Me

Now Number 28447

A Birthday Present for Mattie

The Trials of a Personal Assistant

Cheating Never Pays

Daddy's Little Darling

Rescued By Regression (Part 3, but see the other two)

On-the-Job Training

Bullied by Big Sister

Sara's New Mommy

Male

No Flirting with the Stewardess!

Sorority Sissy

Good Golly, Miss Molly

A Nurse for Carl

Justice for Jay

Chris to Chrissie?

Happy Mommy's Day, Maxie!

No Double-Dating for Adam

Changes for Baby

Steven Visit the Doctor

Sissy on the Live Stream

Nursed into Nappies

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kinkyberen

9 months ago

My Strange New Job, an ABDL story, chapters 4-6

Chapter 4

After arriving back to your meager apartment, stripping your pants off and feasting on your well deserved leftovers in just a shirt and diaper, you went to your room to decompress in the most appropriate manner possible…

Dinosaur fights!

Dinosaurs had become the obsession of your little side. A step into your room revealed a setting fit for an overgrown 4 year old boy. You had a shelf stuffed full of plastic dinosaur toys, and another shelf proudly displaying multiple stacks of the same Stone Age diapers by Poof Pants that Mommy changed you into earlier. You had a few stacks of other diaper designs as well, sure, but the majority were Stone Age diapers. In one corner sat a giant orange t-rex stuffie that was multiple feet tall, who you had affectionately named Terrisaurus Rex. (Terri was great for other purposes, too, but not tonight. Mommy had taken care of that earlier with her buzzy wand). You also may or may not sleep with a small green stuffed dinosaur every night.

After an hour or so filled with exhilarating dino battles on the floor of your room, you climbed into bed, feeling quite tuckered out. Sleeping came easy that night, as the diaper that Mommy changed you into seemed to be taped on perfectly, allowing you to easily drift off to sleep once you popped a pacifier into your mouth. That’s one thing you noticed right away today: Mommy J was an expert at changing diapers. You had never been able to get a diaper to fit as snugly on yourself as she had, despite years of regular diaper wearing.

Upon waking up the next morning, your bladder screamed for relief. You emptied into your diaper without a second thought, relishing in the warming sensation. You instinctively stretched and yawned, during which your paci slipped out of your mouth, off the bed and onto the floor.

Ugh, how unfortunate. You begrudgingly arose from your bed, and upon bending over to pick it up, you became aware of how heavy your diaper was. Between the beverages you drank with dinner after work, and the morning pee that was still settling, your diaper was clearly at risk of leaking if you were to wet any more.

You looked at the clock. 9:25 AM. May as well shower, work was soon. In the bathroom, you untaped your diaper and let it fall to the floor with a loud and heavy thump. You balled it up and deposited it into the tiny trash bin by the toilet, which it almost didn’t even fit into. You made a personal vow to take home one of the full-size, odor proof diaper pails that were stocked at work, but the asking price of those would require some saving up.

After showering, you debated diapering up again, but decided against that, as showing up to the store already padded could mean missing out on a masterful diaper change from Mommy before work.

After breakfast, you caught the bus and soon arrived at work. As you approached the store, you noticed that one of the windows had its security bars removed. You could see two full body mannequins laying on the floor behind said window. Inside, you greeted Mommy good morning and were promptly brought to the office to begin the uniform process. Today’s diaper was a Little Learners by Poof Pants, a popular cloth backed option that sported a colorful pattern of ABCs and 123s.

As you watched Mommy J sprinkle powder onto your open diaper, you asked, “Mommy, what’s with the mannequins?”

Mommy J lifted the front of the diaper into place, and taped it closed as she answered, “I'll explain once Ava gets here.” Once again, you were dressed into the Duckie clothing line, as modeling it for customers seemed to drive up sales. You still couldn’t fathom how the denim shorts seemed to make your diaper feel even more exposed than wearing no shorts at all.

As you and Mommy walked back out to the main area of the store, the door beeped and Ava skipped in. “Good morning everyone! What’s with the naked people?” Ava pointed to the pure white mannequins. Mommy J led her to the office to get changed, explaining to Ava that all would be revealed after her uniform was on.

Ava soon emerged, dressed in the same arm warmers, pigtails, thigh highs, pink top and diaper-revealing purple skirt as yesterday. Mommy J also emerged from the office holding a stack of something. “Listen up, little ones! You’ll notice that some mannequins have arrived. They were delivered here this morning. I went through the trouble of unboxing and assembling them, but I would like you two to help out by playing dress up!” Mommy J handed you a folded set of the same Duckie clothes you wore currently, followed by a plain white diaper. She handed Ava her own matching outfit and diaper.

Mommy J continued, “Once you’re done, could you place them so that they’re visible from the outside window? Don’t worry, they’re surprisingly light. Tell you what, do this for me and I’ll worry about the stocking this morning. Finish that before we open, would you please?” You and Ava responded with a collective ‘yes, Mommy’. She smiled a warm smile and left you and Ava to it.

Ava turned to you. “I’m practically an expert at this. I dress up my dollies at home all the time!”

“Oh really? Are any of your dollies 6 feet tall?” You asked, putting extra emphasis on ‘dollies’.

Ava sighed. “If only. I do have a bunny stuffie who’s big enough to fit into a pull-up, but no plastic dolls taller than a foot seem to exist. Still, I bet you don't have any experience putting clothes on plastic bodies, so PTTT!” Ava blew a raspberry at you.

You turned back to Ava. “For your information, I play with dinosaurs, who don’t need any clothes unlike your lame dollies!” You blew a raspberry back at Ava.

Ava chuckled. “Whatever, Dino Dork. Let’s get these mannequins diapered.”

There were two blank faced mannequins, one with a male figure and another with a female figure. Both were laying on their backs, seemingly in preparation to be diapered. You and Ava both began the diapering process by fluffing your respective diapers. You got on your knees and, with some lifting effort, slid the diaper underneath the figure’s butt. His legs were a bit close together, making it difficult to get the diaper pulled up into taping position.

“Stupid legs!” Ava said as she struggled with the female mannequin, “they’re scrunching up the padding!”

“Mine too,” you agreed, “it’s not gonna be easy to make this fit well.”

“Have you ever changed another person’s diaper before?” Ava asked, “because this is much more difficult.”

You thought for a second. “Hmm, come to think of it, no I haven’t. I’ve only changed myself.” You definitely didn’t imagine your first time as a changer would be with a mannequin. “I take it that you have?”

“Yeah,” Ava answered as she finally got around to taping her mannequin’s diaper. “Me and my roommate Randy change each other sometimes. She’s not an adult baby at all, but she’s absolutely obsessed with diapers. She even owns her own changing table and diaper pail!”

You smiled. “Heh, perks of finding a roommate on Fetlife.”

Ava nodded, now putting the clothes onto the mannequin, “Oh absolutely! I was beyond stoked about that when we moved in together. I was admittedly less stoked about her smoking habit. I can’t figure out what stinks more, her cigarettes or her diapers! But hey, I think the table and live-in changing partner make up for it.” She turned to you. “Hey can you help me lift my dollie onto the stand? She’s all dressed.” You helped Ava lift the mannequin and place it onto the stand, displaying it in the front window.

“Looks great! Now, can you help me with these shorts, Ava?” After the two of you practically wrestled with your mannequin to get the denim shorts on, you and Ava mounted and displayed the male figure next to his female counterpart. Even when worn by fake bodies, the Duckie clothes proved to accentuate thick diapers.

Ava pointed at the male mannequin. “I think I found a bigger dork than you!”

You pointed at the female mannequin. “Oh yeah? I bet that her diaper will be cleaner than yours by the end of the day!”

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Mommy J eventually came to the front to activate the sliding door, and praised the two of you for doing such a good job ‘playing dress-up’, which involved a pinch on the cheek to both of you.

Within an hour of opening, there was a steady flow of customers. Some knew exactly where to go, whether it be the Duckie clothing or restocking on changing supplies. Some people, though, asked for directions or your recommendations for products. You even used your experience from yesterday’s ‘buzzy time’ to help recommend a magic wand to some guy!

“Does it work on folks with, you know, guy parts?” He asked rather meekly.

You raised your eyebrows, “Speaking from experience, sir, I can assure you that this pairs VERY well with a wet diaper. You won’t be disappointed.”

The man picked up the box and went over to the checkout. “Uhh, thanks, dude, if you say so.”

You added ‘talked with a stranger about cumming in diapers’ to your brain’s list of things you never pictured yourself doing, right after ‘giving a mannequin a diaper change’.

The most notable visitor today was a woman wearing green running shorts and a sports bra. She was a proclaimed yoga instructor who was looking for the optimal diaper to wear during long yoga sessions. She claimed to be starting a section of themed yoga classes in response to the recent surge of ABDLs popularity. An odd request to be sure, but you and Ava were up to the challenge. You both recommend a cloth backed diaper.

“What does cloth backed mean?” The yoga instructor asked. “I’m new to all this stuff.”

“Allow me to explain!” Ava beamed. She turned to you and pointed at your diaper. “That’s a Little Learners, right?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah, why?”

“Ok, pull your pants down.” Ava said.

“What? Why?” You got nervous.

“Just go with it.” Ava said. You complied and pulled your shorts down to fully reveal your diaper, albeit with the reddest face you’ve ever had.

Ava gave you a thumbs up and turned back to the woman. “So, there are two types of diapers.” Ava lifted her skirt revealing a diaper with fairies printed all over, “mine is plastic backed, meaning the outer shell is plastic. His is cloth backed,” Ava gestured to your diaper, “which is a lot more breathable. Better for an athletic woman such as yourself.”

The woman’s next request took you by surprise. “May I feel them?”

Ava nodded, skirt still lifted. “It’s fine by me!”

You certainly had no objections to a pretty woman feeling your diaper. “Fine by me, too.” The woman reached down and felt your diaper with one hand and Ava’s with the other. You felt her fingers glide across the padded surface. How embarrassing and exciting it was!

“Ohh yeah, I’ll definitely need a cloth backed diaper! I would burn up in the plastic ones!” The yoga lady selected some cloth backed diapers from a medical brand and went to checkout.

Like the engaged woman from yesterday, the yoga lady took up Mommy J’s offer for a ‘private diaper application tutorial’. She later waddled out from Mommy’s office, her neon shorts doing her no favors in regards to hiding her diaper. She expressed her approval and gave the three of you her business card, with the promise of discounted yoga lessons. (She also bought a pacifier that she clipped to her sports bra prior to leaving.)

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All in all, with the addition of a midday diaper change and nap, it was a pretty eventful day!

Much like yesterday, you and Ava were leaning on the conveyor checkout line upon the last customer’s departure. You were desperate for release by this point, and as soon as the last customer walked out you squatted down and released a monster fart, followed by a sizable mess that caked the inside of your diaper.

“What, no toast this time?” Ava asked. “Oh well, I don’t have to poop right now anyway. No denying you’re the yucky one today!”

You shrugged, “Hey, all in a day’s work. Oh, by the way, I think I’ll check out that Boosters joint tonight. That is, if the direct deposit has gone through.” You got your phone out to check.

Ava checked her phone as well. “It should have, normally does by now… yep, I got mine.”

Your bank app opened to reveal that your deposit hit as well. Not a bad payout for only 2 days of work! Five days worth of that pay rate every week seemed to be the cherry on top of an already amazing job. “Yeah, I’ve got enough to go out. Why not, I’ll go!”

Ava clapped her hands in excitement, “Ooh! How fun! You can meet Randy and I can show you what’s good there! Let’s take the bus after our change and buzzy!”

“Buzzies? Is it that time already?” Mommy overheard the conversation and approached you two. “Smells like someone is going to have a messy buzzy today!” Mommy J pulled back your waistband. “Pee-yew! You know things are bad when a mannequin has a cleaner diaper than you!”

“I already made that joke, Mommy!”

Mommy took you by the hand into her office, “Regardless, I think you need to be taken care of first! Come, little one!”

You took one last look back at Ava. “Once I’m done, I’ll wait for you!”

“Sounds good,” Ava called, “we can take the bus there!”

Chapter 5

You were on the changing table getting the buzzy time you had earned after such a long work day. Mommy J stroked the side of your head as she pressed the magic wand into your padded crotch. “Who’s a good baby boy who earned his buzzy time?”

You couldn’t even say so much as ‘I am, Mommy’, as the buzzing throughout your full diaper proved to be too intense. All you were capable of vocally was a series of gasps and grunts.

“Aww, is the baby boy shy?” Mommy cooed. “Maybe this will get you talking.” She pressed a button on the wand and the vibration became even more intense. That adjustment certainly made you say a few things. Well, ‘say’ was a bit of a stretch. I was more like a series of moans. You could feel the climax building up rather quickly at this point. Between the mess caking your bottom, the wet and squishy diaper vibrating intensely against you, and Mommy’s hand stroking your head, you didn’t last much longer and could feel yourself shoot off multiple sticky strands into your already maxed out diaper, coating it and yourself in warm, ooey-gooey cum. With how loud you were, there was no way Ava didn't hear something from outside the nursery office.

Mommy J put the buzzy wand away, and went to a nearby mini fridge, retrieving an amber-nippled bottle full of water. “My, my, you worked up quite a sweat! Drink up while I take care of your diaper, little one,” Mommy placed the bottle in your mouth, which you held up and suckled as Mommy removed your shoes, stockings, and shorts. “I overheard that you and Ava were going to Boosters after this. You should hydrate a bit before having some drinks. I just want my little ones to be safe.” Mommy J placed the stockings and shorts into a nearby hamper, and pulled out a mint green diaper from the changing table. This looked to be the same diaper Ava wore yesterday. “Alcohol can cause accidents, you know, so I can change you into a Magnum as well, if you'd prefer to have some protection for tonight. I already have a pack open anyway.”

Magnum was the top diaper from DryCare, which despite being a medical diaper brand, was popular among ABDLs for having a wide range of solid color diapers with insane liquid capacity. Still drinking your bottle, you nodded at Mommy’s offer to change you into one. There was no way you could pass up the opportunity to experience such a premium diaper.

Mommy J smiled, pinned her nose, and got to work changing your exhausted diaper into a fresh one. Only a seasoned Mommy could make changing a diaper that well-used look so easy. The speed with which your boss was able to rip open your tapes and wipe away any and all yuckyness from your bottom was still impressive to you. Before you knew it, the old diaper was removed, and you could feel the luxurious softness of a Magnum diaper beneath you, followed by a dusting of vanilla scented baby powder on your most sensitive areas. Using the utmost precision, she expertly lifted the front of the diaper up to your belly button before tucking the sides down into place and taping it securely shut. She checked the leak guards on either side, the sensation of her manicured nails on your inner thighs was always a highlight of changing time. The finishing result was a fit that was undeniably secure, while still being comfortable.

By now, you had drained your bottle, which Mommy took from you in order to remove your Duckie shirt to begin dressing you back into your casual clothes. Your normal length shirt and drawstring shorts did a decent job of concealing your padding visually, however the rustling was still quite noticeable as you walked back into the main area of the store, where Ava was leaning on the nearest wall. Ava looked up from her phone at you and smiled mischievously. “Have fun in there?”

You looked away and scratched the back of your head. “Uh, it was alright. Looks like it's your turn, I’ll wait here for you. Mommy heard about our plans and offered me a DryCare Magnum, by the way.”

Ava lit up. “My favorite! BRB, Dork!” Ava took off into the office, and you waited where she stood before. For the record, Ava didn’t seem to be any quieter than you during her own buzzy time.

A short wait later and Ava emerged in her street clothes. Her peach Cinnamoroll shirt and purple lounge shorts proved to be more revealing in regards to her diaper, which was a matching pastel green to yours. “Ok, let's head out!”

The bus stop was luckily only a few hundred yards away, and to the surprise of you and Ava, the bus that arrived displayed a giant ad for the Floofums product line of wipes, powder, and of course, diapers. “See that?” You pointed to the bus, “We’re even getting advertised to now!”

“I love that we’re finally getting positive mainstream attention,” Ava said as the two of you crinkled onto the bus and sat next to each other, “The world is learning that being in touch with your little side isn’t so bad!”

You nodded, “It’s starting to feel like I can finally express myself. Maybe I can wear my more toddler-y outfits out and about.”

Ava turned to you. “What would you wear?”

“I have this one shirt with stars and swirls on it. It looks like it was drawn by crayon. I also have dinosaur shirts. What about you?”

“Lots of pink! And purple! And peach!” Ava gestured at her current outfit. “Bonus points if something has snaps!”

“What’s your little age, by the way?” You inquired.

“I’m definitely a baby. Twenty-one, going on one is how I would describe it. I’ve even been looking into buying a crib. You sound more like a toddler, would I be correct?”

You nodded again. “I’m twenty-four, going on four! I sleep in a big boy bed, and play with plastic big boy toys.”

Ava put her hand up to her open mouth to appear shocked. “For the record, my dollies are much more sophisticated than you might think. They’ve even crowned me as their princess, so it's legally official that I’m royalty. You must refer to me as Princess Ava.”

“Ok, Princess Ava,” you chuckled, “where's your tiara then?”

Ava raised a finger. “At home, actually. No, I’m not kidding either.”

You continued your teasing. “Well, until I see that tiara, I’ll still call you ‘Ava-lanche’. Don't think I forgot about that.”

Ava crossed her arms in protest. “Meanie.”

You gestured to yourself. “If you are the princess, then I am the mighty king, and therefore superior-er than you. King T-Rex if you don’t mind.”

“Well, until I see your crown, you’re still Dino Dork.”

You paused. “Er…Fair enough.” You slumped down in defeat.

Ava changed the subject. “Hey, when we get to Boosters, I recommend ordering the Toddler Tots. Great appetizer. I also get this drink called a Change on the Beach.”

You tilted your head. “Is it like a Sex on the Beach?”

“Yeah, but served in a sippy cup!” Ava pointed out the window, “This is the stop!”

You and Ava ventured off the bus, and a few blocks later you arrived at a black and blue building. The Boosters logo, which had two baby bottle nipples in place of the O’s, was clearly visible. You and Ava walked in to be greeted by the hostess at her podium: a short girl with long blonde hair and a black top that was rather exposing of her chest.

“Welcome to Boosters,” the hostess welcomed, “home of pad-packing portions and bladder-bursting beverages! Table for two?”

Ava waved her hand. “No, just the bar tonight.”

The girl gestured deeper into the restaurant. The bar was at the back wall. “Of course! Right over there!” The two of you waddled past the hostess and into the dining area. On the way, you passed a few members of the wait staff, who wore similar busty black tops with Boosters logos and tiny blue compression shorts. You initially did a double take, as upon closer inspection, the waitresses were all wearing thick diapers that their tight shorts did little to hide.

As you and Ava got close to the bar, Ava yelled out, “Yo, Randy! Time for your diaper check!” A girl in her late 20’s looked up from behind the bar. She had a pixie undercut that was dyed green, black lipstick and fingernails, and an assortment of piercings and tattoos on her face and arms respectively.

“Give me a diaper check, and I’ll return the favor with a gut check!” Randy sneered, before walking out from behind the bar. She was wearing the same outfit as the other waitresses, bulging diaper and all. “Wassup girl!” Randy gave Ava a quick hug, “How was work?”

“Exhausting, just like every Saturday. But hey, I brought the new guy! His name is Dork. Short for Dino Dork.” Ava pointed to you.

Randy looked over to you and gave an upwards nod. “Sup. I’m Randy,” she extended her hand, which you shook. “Short for Miranda. Ava mentioned that the baby store hired someone.”

You introduced yourself to Randy, including your actual name. “That would be me, yes.”

She eyed you up and down. “Don’t look like much of a baby to me. You're just dressed like some guy. For your sake I hope you're padded if you plan on ordering anything here.”

“Oh, don't worry, I got a Magnum on.” You lifted your shirt with one hand and pulled the front of your shorts down with the other, exposing the landing zone of your diaper.

Randy nodded and smiled. “Alriiiiight! Legit! We’re twinning! DryCare is my go-to, although I usually go black.” Randy pulled down the front of her own shorts and gave you an eyeful of her black padding.

Ava piped up, “Tripleting, actually!” She exposed her own diaper.

“OK, looks like we all got good taste.” Randy waved back to the bar. “Now let's get some drinks goin’!”

Chapter 6

“Yeah, I had a really rough time with toilet training. Fucking loathed it, actually. I had accidents well into elementary school. Took even longer for me to start wiping my ass properly.”

Randy was in the middle of explaining the history of her kink from behind the bar as you and Ava enjoyed your oversized, alcoholic sippy cups. An empty plate that once held a serving of loaded Toddler Tots sat between you. Even though it was only the first round of drinks, Ava was correct about Randy making them extra strong, as both you and Ava began sharing quite personal details due to your lowered inhibitions.

You set your first empty cup down. “Yeah, I remember getting in trouble for skid marks a lot as a kid,” you explained. “I think I always secretly liked getting my underwear checked.”

“I wore Goodnites for multiple years,” Ava said as she finished her drink, “I remember I also liked getting them checked every morning. I started wetting on purpose when I started, you know, getting funny feelings down there.”

Randy took the empty sippy cups and began preparing a second round of drinks. “I remember when puberty started, I got the recurring urge to wet my pants. I finally did it one day and that seemed to open Pandora's Box. I kept wanting to pee myself, again and again. Eventually, that led to pooping myself, then stuffing towels into my underwear.”

“I did that too!” You exclaimed. “Man, those were desperate times.”

Ava nodded. “I used up so many rolls of paper towels doing that. My mom somehow never figured out why she ran out of them so fast.”

“Did you ever make one with paper towels and garbage bags?” You asked. Most uncomfortable thing in existence.”

“Worse,” Ava explained, “I cling wrapped it over and over around myself. Removing that after it was wet was absolutely disgusting.”

“I used bath towels,” Randy said as she set down the next round of drinks, “It starts to get really hard to explain the spike in laundry to your mom after a while, especially if it smells like piss or shit. Soon, though, I got my license. I started off with drugstore diapers, yech!” Randy pretended to gag. “Lame ass excuses for diapers! Couldn’t even hold one bladder full! But yeah, by then I figured that whatever fixation I had wasn’t going away. I did some research and found out about omorashi from there.”

Ava giggled mid-sip, “I remember I searched for ‘boys peeing their pants’ online! I didn’t know how to delete my history, either! That was SO embarrassing!”

“My first porn was girls farting compilations,” you said.

“I offered to fart in my first boyfriend’s face.” Randy said, “Didn’t have a boyfriend after that.”

“That’s nothing,” You said, “I asked a girl if I could call her Mommy on the first date.”

“Ohhh!” Randy and Ava both cringed.

“Ok, but anyway,” Randy explained, “I made a profile on an omorashi website. Heard about FetLife there, and joined that, too. That’s when I found out about DL.”

“Are you an AB?” you asked.

Randy shook her head. “Not at all. Just DL. Really, I have a thing for any and all bodily functions. Diapers are just an extension of that.”

“I heard you met Ava through FetLife.”

“Yeah, I made a posting on there about having an extra room in my apartment available. Rent was getting too expensive alone.”

“Why ask on FetLife, though?” you asked.

“Because I didn’t want to hide my fetish at home. It’s the only website where I could reasonably expect to find someone who’s fine with a roommate who’s pants are always soiled in one way or another.”

Ava smiled and held up a peace sign. “That’s where I come in! I needed somewhere to stay after getting a job at an ABDL store that just opened, and Randy was in the same city! I even offered her to work with me!”

“I could never work at Julia’s store,” Randy sighed. She was the first person you knew of to refer to her as Julia instead of Mommy J. “I know all about diapers, but nothing about adult baby stuff. I do get my diapers from there, though. Julia is a wizard at changing diapers, by the way.” You and Ava agreed in unison at that last sentence. By now your second round of drinks were drained, and you half-mindedly let your bladder empty into your diaper.

Randy started a third round of drinks as she continued. “Besides, I found this gig on FetLife not long after. I love drinking, and I love diapers. They naturally complement each other. Oh, hold up,” Randy paused in the middle of mixing drinks and let loose a series of several short farts, “Give me one second, guys, I gotta shit. Here, I’ll let you sickos watch.” Randy faced away from you and squatted slightly, bracing herself on the back shelf that displayed the bottles of liquor. Another fart roared from her butt, however this one was multiple seconds long. The stink filled the bar area quickly. “Hmmmmm-AUGH!” Randy grunted as you got the perfect view of her diaper expanding under the blue spandex shorts. She grunted a few more times, her diaper expanding more and more with each push. Finally, she stood back up and, without missing a beat, continued mixing drinks. “But yeah,” Randy continued, “I like my job as a Boosters Girl. I noticed that I get bigger tips when I’m messy, so I basically get paid to fill my pants with shit and stay in it. Not that I mind.”

“Well, I think my job is cool, too!” Ava argued. “I have to play with pacifiers and cute clothes all day! Plus I have a dork to keep me company now.”

“Why do you keep calling him that?” Randy asked as the third round of sippy cups was served.

Ava stifled laughter. “Oh, well get this! This guy proposed a toast to celebrate loading his diaper.”

You felt yourself turning red, half from the alcohol and half from embarrassment. “Nu-UH! You’re exaggerating! All I did was say ‘cheers’ before I messed myself.”

“Sounds like a toast to me.” Ava teased. “And a dorky one at that.” You blew a raspberry in response.

“Well, hey. How about we raise a real toast?” Randy offered. She poured herself a shot and held it up. You and Ava held your sippy cups up.

“Ok, to what?” You asked.

“Uh… I don’t know. I just wanted an excuse to take a shot.” Randy shrugged.

“I know!” Ava exclaimed, visibly buzzed. “To your SUPER DUPER new job working with the local princess!”

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Later, after the evening had concluded, you and Ava said goodbye to Randy, and took the bus back to your respective apartments. Your stop was earlier than Ava’s, so you said goodbye to her after exchanging numbers. “Text me when you’re home safe” You said as you exited the bus.

Eventually Ava reached her stop, and immediately squatted down upon leaving the bus. Moderately intoxicated and lacking any shame, she filled her diaper, which was already soaked from the multiple rounds of drinks, in plain view of the other passengers exiting behind her. Ava stood back up. “Whew! I was lucky I could hold it for THAT long!” She fanned her nose. “Sorry, folks!” Ava announced with slurred speech, “I should have gone easy on the Toddler Tots! Those always make me potty!” Ava completed her messy walk home. Upon arriving at her apartment, she sent a text declaring her safety, and then promptly collapsed on the couch.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Ava was awoken by the lights in the apartment being turned on. “Oh, hello there!” Randy greeted, “Sorry to wake you. Just got out of work. Couldn't even make it to your bed this time, huh, you lightweight?”

“I know you make those drinks stronger on purpose!” Ava yelled. “You looove getting me drunk for some reason.”

“Well, I hope you’re not too drunk to help me change,” Randy slid her shorts off. “I’m still in the same diaper that I was wearing when you left. If you change me then I’ll change you, because I know the food at Boosters makes you shit yourself, and I can smell it.”

“Deal, hop on.” Ava groggily rose up and over to Randy's changing table, which was strategically set up in the living room next to a window and in view of the TV. Randy waddled over and opened the nearby window before climbing up to get changed. She reached into a side compartment and withdrew a cigarette and lighter.

Ava shook her head. “Why do you insist on smoking every time I change your diaper?”

“I know, I know, I should really quit,” Randy sighed as she lit her cigarette and took a drag while laying on her back. She held it between her index and middle finger, and blew a puff of smoke out the window. “But for your information, this helps to mask the stink of dirty diapers.”

Ava rolled her eyes. “Yeah, masking one stink with another.” She untaped Randy’s diaper and her eyes went wide. “Wow, Randy! You pottied a ton!”

“Pottied? Why do you never swear?” Randy asked before taking another drag. “The worst I’ve heard from you is ‘hell’. Just call it shit like everyone else.”

“Little girls do not swear, Randy! We’ve been over this,” Ava said as she wiped her roommate’s mess away. “As for you, you are both a pottymouth AND a potty pants!”

Randy took another drag. “Easy there, hotshot. The liquor’s gotten you riled up huh? Oh, by the way, blue DryCare Magnum, and extra powder, please.”

“Ok, lift up.” Randy lifted her bottom up, and Ava slid the sky blue diaper under her roommate’s lifted rear before rolling up and depositing the soiled black Magnum into the nearby diaper pail. “Ok, you can place your bum down now.”

Randy settled herself on the fresh diaper. “That’s another one, see!” She took another drag off her cigarette as Ava clouded her crotch with powder “I do not have a ‘bum’! I have an ASS!” She put extra emphasis on the swear.

Ava lifted the front of the diaper up to Randy’s bellybutton. “I know you’re trying to get a rise out of me, and I’ll tell you now that you’re not gonna get it.”

Randy took a long drag. Ava was correct, Randy liked playfully stirring up her roommate whenever she was under the influence. It was just too cute. If cursing wouldn’t get under skin, Randy would have to try something else. She blew another cloud of smoke out the window. “Say Ava, does that new little boyfriend of yours ever swear?”

Ava looked up from fastening the tapes of Randy’s diaper and made eye contact. “Nice try, meanie. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a major Dork! He’s twenty four and plays with dinosaur toys!”

“Ava please, it’s BITCH, not ‘meanie’. And he likes dinosaurs, so what?” Randy smirked. “You’re twenty one and play with dolls. Seems like the perfect match.”

Ava stamped her foot. “Not the point! He’s not my boyfriend! And your diaper is done.”

“OK, if you say so, he’s not your boyfriend.” Randy took a final drag of her cigarette and looked down. “Hey, not a bad tape job from someone who’s hammered!” She put her cigarette out into a nearby ashtray and patted her fresh diaper. “Man, that was overdue. Ok, your turn!”

The two switched places, as now it was Randy’s turn to change Ava.

Randy pulled off Ava’s shorts. “Ok, but before I take your diaper off, humor me. Do you like him, though?” She asked.

Ava sighed and stared at the ceiling. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“Yep.”

“OK, fine! I think that he’s adorable, Randy! I can tell that he's so in tune with his little side, and it’s fu- freaking adorable, OK? I just wanna pin him down and grind our diapers together!” Ava got up from the changing table and drunkenly waddled over to her room.

Randy called out, “Hey, where are you going? I haven't changed you yet.”

Ava closed her door. “I’m having too many big girl thoughts! I need to make stickies, and THEN you can change me!”

“Fine!” Randy answered. “But it’s called CUMMING, not making stickies!”

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kinkyberen

1 year ago

Beta Baby By Kinky Observations

https://www.deviantart.com/kinky-observations/art/Beta-Baby-By-Kinky-Observations-852548744

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kinkyberen

3 years ago

"Wait, you want me to do what?"

Your hands were trembling, your breath catching in your lungs. What an idiot. What an absolute idiot you'd been! Here you were, on this nice weekend getaway with this amazing girl you'd only met two months before. Everything was going along swimmingly. You'd just had a great meal at a restaurant a few blocks away. You'd laughed your way back to the hotel, and you'd cuddled, and things had begun to get steamy…

And then you'd done it. "Hey, are you, like, into any kinds of… you know… kinky stuff?"

Oh, she'd giggled at that. "What, like getting tied up and shit?" She'd tossed her blonde hair and shrugged. "I mean, I guess? Wait… what about you? Are you saying you wanna get kinky tonight, babe?"

God, if she'd only known how apropos that last word was. But then you'd blurted it out before you'd thought – before you'd had a chance to chicken out. "I mean… yeah. I'm kinda- I, you know… I dunno, but… I guess I really think it would be hot if… if you wore a diaper."

She stared at you with the most indescribable expression, and you could feel yourself shriveling up, collapsing down into a little ball of shame and fear under her gaze. "I- I- heh, heh- just… just joking, you kno-" you faltered desperately. Chuckle. Ease the tension. Anything, please-

But she cut you off with a laugh. "Wait, really? No, no. Don't kid me, dude. You were actually serious, weren't you?" And under her searching blue eyes… well, what could you do but nod?

Though the next words weren't anything like what you'd expected to hear next.

"Oh, praise be! You know, at first I thought you might be into some really messed-up shit: you know, knives and chains and all." You spluttered, eyes wide as she bounced merrily on the bed. "I mean, sure! You got one handy?"

"Wha- wait, but- but, really?!" You were aghast, feeling desperately the need to pinch yourself to snap out of this fever dream. She couldn't be serious. Diapers were taboo. They were fucked up, weird, deviant, idiotic-

"Bro, relax!" she smiled now, and then she was slipping her hand reassuringly onto your tight-drawn shoulders. "Listen, it's okay! I mean, sure – I dunno that I've ever worn a diaper before-" and here she chuckled wryly. "At least not since I was a kid! But heck, I dunno. I think it sounds kinda cute." You breathed, and realized then that you'd been holding your breath for who knows how many minutes. She… she was really okay with it?

"Really?" You quavered, and she shrugged and nodded, her blue eyes locking with your own. "Dude, relax! Of course! It's not like you're asking me to expose myself, or make out with four other guys, or, I dunno, drink your piss or something. Like, it's just a diaper, right? Big deal. We've all worn one before, and I bet we'll all wear one again before we're dead and gone."

She giggled once more and let one hand slip playfully down to your jean-clad crotch. "Hang on, lemme see if you were really serious. Think about me now, babe. Think about seeing me laying here on the bed without any pants on. I'll be laying here just like a cute baby girl, with a crinkly 'ol diaper on instead of panties. Sounds like you'd like that, huh?"

The straining pressure in your crotch provided all the answer she needed.

"Well, then, buddy – I think you'd better get busy!" she tittered once more. "Come on. I don't suppose you'd happen to have one in your suitcase already, would you?"

Somehow, you did.

And once you'd tremblingly taped your laughing companion into the garment of your dreams, she lolled playfully onto the bed, toying with her long blonde hair and gazing over with merry eyes. "Hey, there! Like what you see, babe?" She wriggled her crinkling rear provocatively and dropped her eyes to your ill-concealed – and increasingly painful – hard-on. "Oh, my! I don't suppose you'd care to give a little baby like me a taste, hmm? I may be pretty big for a baby, but I still really like sucking on things…"

Good god. Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe not. But whatever the case, you mused as you tugged desperately at your jeans and pre-cum stained underwear… whatever the case, you didn't ever want this to end.

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kinkyberen

1 year ago

Getting laid

In the dimly lit living room of the frat house, the smell of pizza and stale beer lingered in the air. The walls were adorned with posters of rock bands and scantily clad women, typical decor for a fraternity. Two frat boys, Jack and Mike, lounged on the worn-out couch, half-empty beer cans in their hands.

"You just need to get laid, dude," Jack said, a smirk on his face. He took a swig from his beer can, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Mike chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, easier said than done. Did you see how Professor Collins looked at me today? Like I was some kind of bug she wanted to squash."

Jack laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the room. "That old hag? She’s just mad because no one wants to bang her. I mean, have you seen her? She’s got that permanent scowl."

"Yeah, true," Mike agreed, his voice dripping with disdain. "But did you catch a glimpse of Sarah in class? Man, those tits... they’re like... gigantic. I can’t even focus when she’s around."

Jack nodded, his eyes gleaming. "I know, right? It’s like she’s got a couple of melons under her shirt. She probably uses them to get what she wants. You know how girls are."

Mike snorted. "Yeah, always playing the game."

Jack leaned back, his gaze turning thoughtful. "You know, we could always mess with her a bit. She needs to be taken down a peg or two."

Mike raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Jack’s smirk widened. "You’ll see. Just follow my lead."

As the two boys plotted, they didn’t notice the figure standing in the doorway, a small, discreet smile playing on her lips. Professor Collins had overheard their entire conversation, and she had plans of her own.

A few evenings later, the frat house was alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and clinking bottles. Jack and Mike moved through the crowded rooms with a sense of purpose. Their mission was clear: get laid. The air was thick with the smell of cheap cologne and sweat, mingling with the ever-present scent of pizza and beer.

Jack nudged Mike, pointing to a group of girls by the makeshift bar. "Target acquired," he muttered, a sly grin on his face.

The two boys sauntered over, their swagger exaggerated by the alcohol coursing through their veins. "Hey ladies," Jack said, leaning against the counter with what he thought was a charming smile. "You girls look like you could use some company."

One of the girls, a petite brunette, rolled her eyes. "We’re fine, thanks."

Undeterred, Mike leaned in closer. "Come on, don’t be like that. We’re just trying to have a good time. How about a dance?"

The girls exchanged glances, clearly unimpressed. "Maybe later," one of them said dismissively, turning her back to the boys.

Jack scowled, but before he could say anything more, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Sarah, the girl with the 'gigantic tits' they had ogled in class, smiling at him.

"Hey, Jack. Hey, Mike," Sarah said, her tone warm and inviting. "Enjoying the party?"

Jack’s eyes lit up. "Sarah! Yeah, it’s great. How about you?"

"I’m having a good time," she replied, her smile widening. "In fact, my roommates and I are throwing an after-party at our place. You guys should come."

Mike’s eyes widened with excitement. "Seriously? We’d love to."

Sarah laughed, a sweet, melodic sound. "Great! Let’s get a taxi."

The boys followed her outside, practically tripping over themselves in their eagerness. They piled into a taxi, squeezing in beside Sarah, who gave the driver her address.

As the taxi sped through the city streets, Jack and Mike exchanged triumphant glances. This was their chance. They were sure of it.