Diaper Stories: A Compendium of Short Stories, A Novelette and FAQ about AB/DL Diapering: Volume 1

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Waddling home after the bus had finally made it to her stop, it had been sunset when she'd arrived, and Neil had been standing in the front door, a paddle in his hand. Her college studies were too important for her to come home, they'd said. Neil was helping her, they'd said, that it would do her good to be a baby for a while, that it might even be what was best for her in general. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing Carolyn praised me, “Ooh yes honey that’s perfect. You look so precious, Honey. You've made Mistress very happy.” Fine, I'll make you not six anymore." Becca told her, and then fed Amy four pills before Amy realized. Becca then made Amy sleep.

Jake honey” his mother said “I know your friends staying over tonight but you still have to wear a diaper tonight as usual” In this case, though, nothing had really seemed wrong. Christy had felt fine for most of the day and had just suddenly felt an intense urge to pee, one that didn't leave her enough time to wait for the bathroom to be free. It'd have been nice to be able to blame it all on an illness, but she'd never been a good liar and she had no other symptoms. All she could do was explain to Stacy what had happened. "I-I don't know what happened, I just felt a really strong urge to pee and before I could get into the bathroom I was... wetting my pants." She couldn't help but blush after that admission, feeling more and more childish by the second. But of course, I'm sure she'll want to look and smell her best on her first time out to eat,” Aunt Mary responded, her voice equally serious in tone. When Amy woke up, she instantly noticed her soiled and wet diaper. She also looked in the mirror to find herself at six years old. She felt defeat take over her as she saw her mother walk in. Alex changed my diaper and kissed me on the head. He then took my dress off and hung it up. I lay down in the cot and drifted off to sleep.I stood there at the top of the stairs still as a statue; I felt a mixture of surprise and excitement and had butterflies in my tummy. This news to be honest was brilliant to hear as I wore diapers to. Still facing away from the mirror, I sat quietly while Carolyn brushed and curled what had been longish hair for a boy. After looking through a small drawer in the dresser, Aunt Mary approached with two matching satin ribbons, the exact color of the dress. After tying each into a pretty bow on either side of my head, both women smiled. Still beaming, they pulled me to my feet. “Don't look yet, Chrissy,” instructed Aunt Mary, “let's slip your lovely dress on first.” Bella lay over her new daddy's lap, thrashing in place while her tears wet the floor beneath her, her pigtails dangling in front of her. Mara is hoping Mommy didn’t hear the gurgle, and says, “My tummy is fine Mommy, why are you asking?” Mommy reminds her that she and Jennifer both heard Mara’s tummy making noises, and wonders out loud if Mara is already going to make poopies just like baby Jennifer. Mara denies it, but her tummy makes another noise. Mommy and Mara look at each other again.

Whose story is this? Novels and long stories might have multiple important characters, but especia Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel Maddie and her older sister Holly sat at the dinner table eating supper with their parents as they did every evening.

After giving that thought a bit of consideration, Christy finally relented. "Alright, just... don't let the kids see you bringing them in or anything, okay?" The plot of a story is what determines whether the story is over or still ongoing. It is the contour of tension that drives the story along and makes readers want to keep reading. It is the journey from beginning to conclusion. The plot is what the story is really about. I was more confidant of going out to eat with my two kind hosts. Carolyn told to me to sit down at the vanity bench and I did so gracefully and in a girly manner.

Startled, I didn't know what to think. Had she really offered to end all of this? And, more to the point is this I really wanted down deep? Reflecting on all the events of the previous 24 hours, it didn't take long for me to stand and spreading my petticoats and skirt carefully, more gracefully took my seat again. Jake had just beaten me on a racing game that we were playing, text on the screen said ‘GAME OVER’ which was kind of a relief as I needed the bathroom anyway. Neil done all of this to her. Before he left for work, he would give her enough baby formula to keep her full throughout the day, and it usually left her with no choice but to relieve herself before he got home. Still blushing, I took my seat, as Carolyn's eyes met Aunt Mary's and the two women shared a knowing smile.Her booties had been her shoes, and the restrictive mittens had made cradling the money all the way there a nightmare. Diaper training and a specialized diet to destroy her control of her body, bondage therapy to make her feel as helpless as possible, hypnosis tapes while she'd slept, 'regression therapy' as he called it, to destroy her adult identity, and endlessly treating her like a child. Neil's diet for her made it impossible to hold onto anything, and when it wanted to happen, there was no stopping it. Okay, then the formal shit is taken care of. I’m yours until tomorrow morning, unless you break our contract. Starting now.”

The following Chapters are a true account of my experiences followed by some additional fantasy writing I have flagged to keep them separate. Hope you enjoy both the true and fantasy continuation of my story. The Author. With one hand continuing to caress my breasts, Carolyn reached around and took the discarded panties from the vanity, and, placing them over my throbbing shaft, began to stroke me. Bad baby! Bad, bad baby!" His voice was deep and terrible. "You are such a bad baby. I leave you home alone and you do this? You naughty girl."Oh my sweet girls, you are so precious. Now Mara, Jennifer is having a problem and I am helping her with it. You need to be nice to your sister while we take care of the problem, but it means Jennifer will be wearing pull-ups and probably diapers for about two weeks, so we can get her nice and healthy. I’ll explain that more to you in a bit. In the meantime, I mean it Mara: if you make fun of your sister for her diapers and pull ups, I’m going to make you do the exact same things that Jennifer will need to do for her Mommy.” Really? I would have thought she’d rather wake up in a wet diaper than a wet bed”. Jenny commented. Oh sweetie, yes you are baby. I told you you will get the same treatment as Jennifer if you kept it up, and you did. Now, Jennifer is having a difficult time going to the bathroom, so Mommy’s retraining her. Jennifer will be wearing pull ups all day, and Mommy will be giving her suppositories twice during those times. Then, at night, Mommy’s plan is to put Jennifer in a diaper after giving her an enema. And guess what? That’s what is going to be happening to Mara now, too! You both are going to be my beautiful pull-up and diaper girls, with all the enemas and suppositories. You will be gloriously stinky little poopy pants, with such a proud Mommy!” Don't you just adore this wonderful petticoat, honey?” Aunt Mary asked, giving the skirt a shake. An almost imperceptible moan escaped from my lips, as the loud frou-frou and the silken touch of the lace brushing my nylon-sheathed thighs seemed to envelope me in a kind of soft cloud. Sometimes we go to the petting zoo, or to the mall or do some visiting. After a busy day mommy will put in the tub again to play awhile and sometimes mommy will climb in the tub too. We'll blow bubbles, wash my dollies and have a lot of fun. Then mommy will read me a story, and just before bed she'll nurse me again. Mommy will tweak her nipple