Kinkyberen - Kinkyberen

Table of Contents

My stories tend to be long and multi-chaptered, so I figured it would be helpful to put together a quick way to find them here. If you are looking for all of the parts of a particular story, I always tag them with their title, so you can search that way. There are also links in each story to previous and next chapters (if they exist). Otherwise, the links and a little summary of each longer story is below.

Just so it's clear, although it should be obvious, all of the characters in my stories are 18 or over.

The Birthday

A husband, a prolific AB/DL writer who focuses on dark DD/LG, comes home in his birthday to find his wife has discovered his hobby and is ready to give him a birthday weekend that he'll never forget.

TW: Sexual, Forced, Breastfeeding, Wetting, Hypnosis

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Lindsey's Big Little Day

Lindsey decides to have a 3rd birthday party instead of a 30th. She invites all of her friends to come in character. Various shenanigans and adventures ensue as everyone at the party undertakes a quest of age play and self discovery.

TW: Sexual (less than my other stories though, so far), Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Humiliation

Note: Consent is a bigger deal and much more obvious in this story than my others.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

New You Gym

Kylee and Michael, young professionals, join a gym to get in better shape. Kylee begins struggling with accidents, and she is slowly blackmailed into regressing further and further.

TW: Sexual, Blackmail, Messing, Wetting, Forced, Public Humiliation

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Babysitting for the Neighbor

Mads is an undergrad with a huge crush on his neighbor, a doctoral student who has taught a number of his classes named Erica. He's struggled to build the courage to ask him out, but feels he'll get his chance when Erica's friend Sarah lets him know about a babysitting job Erica is looking to fill.

Co-written by @baby-erica! Check out her awesome blog!

TW: Sexual, Messing, Wetting, Humiliation, Orgasm Denial

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Sarah's Playground

Sarah is a timid, closet AB/DL who was tortured by her neighbor and babysitter growing up for being a bedwetter. She finds a magical amulet at a garage sale that allows her to reshape reality at her whim. While things go great initially, things deteriorate quickly as the magic of the amulet gets out of her hands, literally.

TW: Dark, Sexual, Messy, Wetting, Humiliation, Orgasm Denial, Breastfeeding, Lack of consent

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Playing House

Bruce and Sandy, spouses, have been living out Sandy's DD/LG AB/DL dream for years. But, today, she wants to switch places. Bruce obliges, but what Sandy wants to feel like a switch in the dynamic feels more like she's a little girl playing House with her Daddy.

TW: Sexual, Messy, Wetting

Chapter 1

The Playdate

Mia the Middle and her girlfriend/mom, Lisa, go over to Lisa's best friend's house for a playdate with her little. Mia is certain that her Mom's friend is trying to turn her into a Little, rather than a Middle. She's right.

I swear I'm trying to keep this one to three chapters, max!

TW: Wetting, Messing, Lack of Consent, Bullying

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Short Stories

These are my one-shot stories.

The Baby Doctor (TW: Forced, Messing, Wetting, Public Humiliation)

Accidental Regression (TW: Forced, Messing, Wetting, Sexual, Cucking, Humiliation)

Omorashi/Desperation Stories & Captions

So I've heard recently that some of you would be interested in an index of the stories and captions I've written so far that have omorashi / desperation elements to them. I was actually surprised when I dug back through my archive and found that I haven't written quite as many in that vein as I first thought – a shortcoming that I'm really going to have to remedy!

Anyway, please just be aware that some of the stories on the list below have only a little bit of desperation, or have it mingled with hypnosis or messing or other adjacent kinky ideas. I hope the list is useful regardless. Enjoy!

P.S. A few folks have said they can't access links like those below, but I genuinely don't know why that might be or how to solve it. If anyone does know, feel free to drop some knowledge on me!

Stories:

A Hike with Daddy

When Duty Calls

When You Gotta Go

Decisions in the Dark

Three Good Reasons

Mile High Baby Part 1 | Part 2

Captions:

Aimee's Choice

Lucy in a Bind

Alysse's Padded Evening

Pretty Little Pull-Ups

Mrs. Stratford's New Babysitter Part V | Part VI | Part IX | Part X

Elsie's Thirsty

Bound Beauty

Competing with Naomi

Anya's New Maid

Daphne & Cara, Part XIV

Struggle, Baby, Struggle

Bedtime for Shana

Dirty Little Dolly

Wet for Charlie

Marisol's Big Mistake

Alyssa's Training, Part Two

Ellen's Initiation

Rosie the Pony Maid

A Weekend with Miss Sweeney

Welcome Home, Jared

Employee Training

Thanks for taking me out to dinner and the two bottles of wine were fantastic. Yes, you are going to really like my daughter. Ginger says that you are fantastic and a lot of fun, but you need to know about this. She gets it from my side of the family and we’ve always had bladder issues. I peed during dinner as you can see, but for me that is no big deal.

Wetting myself is just something I do and I find that a wet butt is kind of sexy and feels nice. So if you notice when I’m around and that i’ve wet my pants, pay me no bother, it is just not a big deal. Now what about that pot you’ve been talking about.

Pacifying the Party Girl (AB/DL Collaboration)

To celebrate her first year of HRT, Zoey decides to hit the clubs and party it up - and she can’t resist the temptation to do so in diapers. Meanwhile, Dianne is on the lookout for someone to care for - And when they find each other, sparks fly.

This story contains exhibitionism, praise, public diaper use, and chastity.

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I wrote this story as part of a collaboration with three other wonderful creators - Ko, HofBondage, and FlashyFlesh! Once their respective sections are uploaded, I’ll update this post with links.

Ko created the original story concept and a lot of the outlining, and also wrote the other half of this story, told from the Baby’s perspective.

I wrote the section here - The PoV of the dominant, Dianne!

HofBondage and FlashyFlesh both did illustrations of several points in the story - They’re so freakin’ hot and wonderful, I can’t wait to share them.

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Dianne didn’t believe in luck.

Everything in her life happened for a reason. The energy she put out into the world? It came right back to her. When life presented opportunities, she always did her best to take them while thanking life for the favor.

This philosophy had treated her well. Though she tried to remain humble, she’d had success in all her affairs, and that success bred confidence–as well as the ability to watch for further opportunity.

And tonight she certainly saw opportunity.

The club, “The Dream Mode”, wasn’t one she frequented often, but it could occasionally be a good spot for opportunity seeking, and she was friends with several people on the staff. The weekend DJ had been in her sorority, she’d seen the bartender at a few dungeon events, and many patrons were in Dianne’s sphere of friends, ranging from close colleagues to besties.

She’d felt the call to the bar that night and, trusting her instincts, sought out the place and ordered herself a little cocktail to enjoy while watching the dancers.

And, as she’d suspected, life had given her an opportunity tonight in the form of a precious young girl with more enthusiasm than sense.

Dianne noticed the girl as soon as she entered the bar, dressed up like a goth princess. Her clothes’ style screamed ‘You can’t tell me what to do’, but the color and her hair suggested a softer, cuter side, and the collar all but announced the antithesis–please tell me what to do.

Even so, Dianne didn’t make a move yet. She watched. There were other candidates that night, other possibilities that life may be pulling her towards.

As the girl began to dance, though, Dianne knew that this goth princess was the one she’d come for. As she jumped and spun and gyrated, the girl’s tripp skirt raised, showing off–to Dianne’s delight–the unmistakable outline of a diaper, and the unmistakable print of a Bunny Hop at that.

The girl was a Little, and that all but demanded Dianne’s intervention before she left the bar without a mistress to care for her.

She began their interaction with a subtle nod. A suggestion, of sorts, ordering the girl a drink. Without a name, Dianne decided to simply think of her as the Baby, until she learned otherwise.

And maybe, even after she learned otherwise, she’d still think of the Baby as such.

After receiving Dianne’s message, the Baby glanced back her way and smiled. She looked pleased and, perhaps, a little shy–but not so shy that she melted away and fled. Instead, she flounced past Dianne on her way back to the floor, wiggling her crinkling bottom as she passed.

It was as though the Baby wanted Dianne to notice, so it was just as well that Dianne had.

And if she was that confident in herself, Dianne really needed to provide for her a strong, guiding hand.

Stalking across the dance floor, Dianne approached the girl, who had begun dancing with reckless abandon, her eyes closed. Choosing a bold first encounter, she stepped in and looped a finger through the loop in the girl’s collar, pulling her a half step forward–not so forcefully that it’d hurt, just enough to jolt her.

Beaming with dominant energy, she sent her parting shot over. “Hello there, little girl. You sure are enjoying yourself tonight.”

“H-hello yourself,” the girl replied. Dianne’s heart leapt, this baby was adorable. Her attempt to sound confident rendered her down to a toddler, claiming she hadn’t gotten into the cookie jar without wiping the crumbs off her face.

Pulling her finger away, Dianne began to dance, reaching out to the baby’s hips and resting her hands on the poor girl’s diaper.

“Dance with me,” she said, not a request, a statement. She could call it, ‘Manifesting the world she wanted to see’, or she could just call it control, but the effect was the same. The baby nodded and obeyed, blushing brightly all the while.

Hands placed firmly over the baby’s diaper, with only a thin skirt between her and the crinkly padding, they danced. It wasn’t the right music for a slow dance with a lot of touching, but Dianne moved their bodies in a rhythm of her choosing, moving her hands up and down the baby, engaging in close contact.

She moved with an almost protective aura. She’d staked her claim on this little girl, and now they danced together, with Dianne warding off anyone who might come close in subtle ways, placing her body so that she was the baby’s whole world, her sole focus and the object of her attention.

When the time was right, in a lull between songs, Dianne moved behind the baby and wrapped her arm around the girl. She ran her hand up the girl’s thigh, finally pressing her palm into the front of the girl’s thick diapers. Leaning in to whisper in the baby’s ear, she stated, “Show me you’re a good little girl. Wet your diaper.” She didn’t say it in a condescending or mean way, but just as a statement–if the baby was good, her diaper would be wet.

The baby glanced back at her, anxious but pliable, biting her lip.

“What’s the matter? Did you not hear me?” Dianne asked, dropping her voice even lower. “Do I need to speak louder, sweetheart, so everyone can hear? Good girls wet their diapers.”

Shutting her eyes, the girl did what was only natural. She proved to Dianne that she was good, and obedient, and more than willing to obey. The warmth spread quickly as the baby followed instructions, flooding the padding thoroughly, urine wicking into the absorbent padding and making the diaper sag ever so slightly.

She’d stopped dancing. It was adorable. The baby was so focused on obeying, on being good, that she’d forgotten everything around her. To remind the girl of where she was, Dianne pressed her hand into the squelching diaper, giving it a squeeze. “Good girl, I knew you could do it,” she purred.

To Dianne’s delight, the girl squeaked in submission. Truly, the universe had given her a precious gift today, even if the baby tried to hide it and tamp down on any other little sounds.

“Tsk,” she warned, reaching down for the girl’s purse.

The girl resisted, but Dianne gave her a light swat to the thigh and she melted back into obedience. Going through the contents of the purse, she made a mental catalog–the baby had really come prepared.

“Enough pretending you’re big,” she stated, listing out what she saw as she came across it. “Miss Dianne wants to see what you have–powder, wipes, lotion, spare diapers. You’re a smart girl, right, you remembered to bring a change, and–ah, there it is.”

Before the baby could ask what she’d found, Dianne produced the baby’s pacifier and plopped it into the girl’s lips. She reached up, to cover the pacifier and remove it, but a firmer swat to her thigh and a dominant glance was enough to demolish the girl’s resistance.

“No no, sweetie, you keep that in. Nurse your paci, little girl, and Miss Dianne will take care of everything else.” To emphasize what ‘everything else’ meant, she gave the baby’s diaper another squeeze. “Don’t worry–nobody will know you’re a baby, they’ll just think you’re on molly.”

The girl nodded meekly. Putty in the hands of a strong woman, Dianne wanted to swaddle her up and protect her from the whims of the universe.

“Tell me your name,” she said.

“Zoey,” the girl mumbled, over her pacifier.

“Little Baby Zoey,” Dianne purred, letting the name float across her tongue. Running her fingers down the back of Zoey’s diaper, she decided to try something. This baby needed to be cared for, and Dianne had just the thing. “You flooded your diapers–we need to step aside to make sure you don’t leak.”

If Zoey even noticed the other dancers anymore, Dianne suspected it was only barely.

Moving her hand from the diaper to Zoey’s hand, Dianne walked off the stage and, as expected, felt no resistance. Baby Zoey followed with complete deference, off to a shady corner of the nightclub where no lights shone. It wouldn’t be private, but it’d be private enough.

Sliding the purse off Zoey’s shoulder, Dianne set it on the table by their side, turning the girl so that she faced the dance floor. “All you need to do is stand there and look pretty,” she promised.

The baby let out a squeak, the universal language version of, ‘I’m a helpless little girl,’ and Dianne proceeded with her plan.

“If you keep using your diaper–which a good little girl will do–you’re going to leak,” she explained, as her hands worked under Zoey’s skirt, feeling up her sodden diaper. With a sharp fingernail, she pierced the plastic shell of Zoey’s diaper, tearing a long slit from the front to the back. Zoey squeaked again, and Dianne whispered, “Shh, just hold still.”

Three more parallel slits into Zoey’s diaper created open channels, enough for fluids to easily drain. Now came the fun part, as she reached into Zoey’s purse–her diaper bag, really–and produced another diaper, unfolding it discreetly behind Zoey’s back.

In the dark corner, most onlookers would assume Dianne was just feeling her up, at least at a glance. Sure, there were some obvious tells that something more was going on, but Dianne was counting on the fact that, in a crowded nightclub, most eyes would be on the gyrating asses and dancing hotties on the floor, not the quietly meeping baby in the corner.

Sliding the diaper up beneath Zoey’s skirts, Dianne worked by sense of touch to wrap it around her waist. Zoey continued making little helpless squeaking sounds over her pacifier, but Dianne’s touch remained gentle as she smoothed out the crinkling plastic shell, pressing the diaper into Zoey, and smoothing out the tapes so that they stuck securely.

While she was doing so, she felt a bulge in the front of Zoey’s diaper. That settled one thing she’d been curious about, though she wouldn’t bring it up until Zoey did.

“Good girl,” she whispered from behind, into Zoey’s ear. “Now you don’t have to worry about leaks at all!”

Baby Zoey nodded meekly. Obediently. Such a good baby.

“You need to drink more water,” Dianne instructed. “Then come back to me. I want to dance again.”

Adorably, Zoe’s doubly-diapered waddle and choice of bottoms worked together to make her diaper poke out as she left, visible with every step beneath her flapping skirt. She was precious, with the sort of innocence that made Dianne’s heart melt.

While she was gone, Dianne steadied herself. She couldn’t get carried away, and wouldn’t push this girl too far. If the girl was that naive to how obvious her diaper was–and it really didn’t seem like she was choosing exhibitionism–then she truly needed a protector to shield that innocence.

Though, at the same time–the girl had chosen to come to a bar wearing a diaper, purely for her own gratification. She wasn’t that kind of innocent, and Dianne felt no compunctions about making Zoey helpless along that vector.

When Zoey returned, Dianne’s heart melted by another degree as she saw Zoey had brought back a sippy cup. Admittedly, it had lewd stickers and the bar logo printed on the side, and it probably came out for the Kandy Kid ravers fairly often, but in Zoey’s hands it just screamed, ‘I’m a little baby.’

“That’s cute,” she said, nodding at the cup with an amused smile. “The bartender could tell you’re still a little baby.”

Zoey responded by making a face, arguing her maturity in the most childish way possible. “Nuh uh, it was a joke an I…ummm…I though’ she knew…”

Dianne’s smile widened, though she wondered if Zoey’s slurring was a toddlerish aspect, or a sign that she’d had more than water in the past moment. “You should have a seat, little Zoey, and drink your water. Take care of your body. Okay?” Nodding to a box to the side, the sort of wide low rectangle that could be dragged out and used as a raised dancing or performing platform, she helped Zoey move to sit on it.

“Thanou… I shoudn…” The girl pulled out her pacifier, holding it in her hand as she confirmed Dianne’s suspicion. “I shouldn’t have gotten more shots…you were right about the water. ”

Heart swelling, Dianne’s instincts kicked in. This girl needed a Mommy, not just a Mommy Dom. “Zoey, that’s not what you were supposed to do. You want to be a good girl, and that’s not what good girls do. How is your head feeling?”

Zoey bit her lip, avoiding eye contact and staring at her lap. “It’s fine, well… a little spinny, but not bad… and I do want I be a good girl, I was just being dumb and not thinking. I’m sorry Miss.”

“You’re not dumb.” This girl… Dianne took a breath, resisting the urge to drag Zoey into a hug. “You just need a grown up to help take care of you. This is your first night out as a little girl, isn’t it?”

A little squeak escaped Zoey’s lips, and for a half second, Dianne worried she’d said something wrong. After catching herself, though, Zoey continued. “Well, I’ve been out padded before, but never to the club. Actually this is my first time at the club in over a year… I’m kind of here to celebrate something.”

A few thoughts all rose to the surface in Dianne’s mind. Rather than speak her theory aloud, though, she put her hands on Zoey’s and let the baby explain for herself in her own time. “Oh? I’m afraid I don’t have a present for you, but I’m sure whatever the occasion is, it’s very special.”

“Honestly, all the fun and attention is far more than I could’ve asked for from anyone… that being said…” Zoey closed her eyes and took a breath, like she was about to jump of a cliff. “… the thing is… I’m a trans woman. I started HRT a year ago.”

(This baby!) Dianne’s hands tightened over Zoey’s. “Oh, you sweet little thing. Thank you for telling me, but that doesn’t change anything to me.” Worried that she might be coming on too strong, too protective, she added a quip. “Then again, that explains why you’re such a baby–you’re only one!”

Zoey’s eyes watered, but she took the branch of humor and kept herself together. “Hmph! I’m four. I’m practically a big girl even.” She stuck out her tongue, and Dianne was almost surprised that she didn’t add in a raspberry.

“Uh-huh.” Playing along, Dianne lifted the sippy cup, prodding the sipper in between Zoey’s lips “Well, birthday girl, I want you to have a nice time, but since you’re a little tipsy, we need to make sure you’re okay first, okay?”

Zoey nodded obediently. “Yes ma'am.” When she spoke, the water she’d been sipping on dribbled down her chin, further reinforcing Dianne’s vision of her as all-but helpless. For some reason, the baby giggled, dribbling even more water, and a furtive glance downward suggested why.

Reaching down, Dianne gave the baby’s diaper another squeeze. “We’re going to sit here for a little while until your head stops spinning.” Zoey opened her mouth, but Dianne shook her head and pushed the sippy cup back between her lips. “Shh, just listen. I need you to listen, so you can be good.”

Zoey nodded.

Good girl. Dianne clasped Zoey’s hands tightly. “If I say you’re going to do something, and you don’t feel safe, you’re going to tell me. If I ask if you’re okay, you’re going to tell me. I can’t protect you if I don’t know how you’re feeling.”

Again, Zoey nodded, suckling intently on her water.

“If I ask, and you’re okay, you can just say, ‘Green’. Just that one word and I’ll know you’re okay.” Dianne waited for a nod before continuing. “If you’re uncertain, and want to talk, you say, ‘Yellow’. Swallow, then say it back to me.”

Zoey obeyed, swallowed her water, and said, “Yellow.”

“And if you say, ‘Red’, we stop immediately and get you safe and comfortable. Say it.”

“Red.” Zoey put her cup back, letting the water trickle into her mouth again.

“We don’t joke about safe words. I’m not going to do anything that’ll get you in trouble, but if you’re unsure, you’ll tell me immediately.” She was moving things too fast, and she knew it–but the universe had given her this precious baby to protect, and she wouldn’t let the moment pass her by.

“Now tell me, little Zoey, what’s your favorite song to dance to?”

The girl hesitated for a moment, and Dianne worried she’d gone too far, but it quickly became clear she’d just taken Zoey by surprise with the change of topics. Of course, Zoey couldn’t know what Dianne was thinking, so that shouldn’t have been a surprise.

After a moment of thought, Zoey said, “Um… Emo Girl? But not MJK’s version…” Smirking, she showed off a bit of the fiery passion and opinionated personality Dianne loved to see. “That isn’t emo to me. Paige Six got it right.”

Dianne grinned. “Okay, now you need someone to check your diaper for me while I go request your song–you’re probably close to needing a change, right?” Glancing around, she spotted another acquaintance, someone she knew was kink friendly and up for anything. Gesturing with her head, she suggested, “What about him?”

Zoey shook her head. “Y-yellow…”

Swallowing, Dianne tried not to berate herself. She’d already gone and pushed Zoey too far, and it had been luck that she’d used her safe words–no, Zoey was a smart girl. It wasn’t luck, she just knew how to assert her boundaries. “Is it a problem with him, or with someone checking your diaper?”

Zoey shook her head, briefly uncommunicative, but her eyes told the story. She glanced to the bartender, Amy, and Dianne knew what she wanted from that look.

“Oh, would you like the nice lady who gave you your sippy cup to do it? It would be very brave of you to go and ask her.” She smiled, reassuringly. Amy was just as reliable, maybe even moreso, and if it was what made Zoey comfortable it was the perfect choice. Zoey smiled, and Dianne helped her up, smirking at the girl’s pronounced waddle from the thick, sodden diapers that her skirt failed to hide. Giving Zoey a pat and a squeeze on her padding, she added, “You should thank her for the sippy cup, as well.”

While Zoey went to get checked, Dianne made her way through the crowd over to the DJ. Throwing up a wave with her thumb and pinkie extended in a waggle, she greeted her. “Hey, Mels! How’ve you been?”

With an earphone pressed against one ear, Mels responded with a thumbs up, bobbing her head and keeping the music going. She’d always been more of a doer than a talker.

“Can you take a request for me, as a favor? Emo Girl by Paige Six!”

Another thumbs up and a nod, and Mels returned to her DJ work. Grinning, Dianne found her way back to Zoey, meeting her by the dancing platform they’d been standing by. Zoey returned a moment later, with a full sippy cup and an adorable blush.

“What did the nice lady say?” Dianne asked.

“That…I could last a little longer,” Zoey replied, raising her cup to take a sip.

“We should fix that,” Dianne suggested. “But first, I want you to show me what a good dancer you are, okay?”

Zoey hesitated, and again, Dianne wondered if she’d gone too fast with her. Before she could retract her suggestion, though, Zoey nodded. “Okay.”

“Where’s your pacifier?” Dianne asked. Zoey retrieved it from her purse, and Dianne plopped it between her lips. Then, she bent slightly, pulling on the handle of the raised dance platform. It wasn’t that heavy, and she could drag it easily towards the center of the dance floor.

She hadn’t, strictly, gotten permission to use it, but confidence was the only ticket she needed. They weren’t forbidden or anything, and everyone was already dancing–what difference would it make if Zoey was dancing a little higher, for everyone to see?

“Just be good for me,” Dianne said. “I want to watch you dance, okay?”

Zoey nodded again, as Dianne got the platform far enough out that people were stepping aside to let her through. Taking Zoey’s hand, she squeezed it reassuringly, helping the tipsy baby up just as a few opening chords started to play.

The music began: “She’s got studded belts–” and Zoey’s face lit up with excitement. Needing no further encouragement, she began to dance.

The girl lit up the room, and not just because a spotlight whirled to point at her. Her smile was infectious, her enthusiasm infinite, and when she danced, twirling so that her skirt spun, it filled Dianne with pure joy.

It didn’t matter that Zoey’s diaper was acutely visible, between her raised platform, her skirt spinning high, and the severe puff and sag of the diaper. Most people in the bar were kink friendly, and even those who weren’t just didn’t care. It was impossible to look at Zoey, dancing her heart out and smiling the biggest, most exuberant smile in the world, and care what was sagging under that skirt.

As the song reached its final chorus, Zoey looked down at Dianne, hesitant, looking for something. Dianne knew what, and she gave her permission.

She mouthed the word: ‘Push.’

Zoey glanced past her, eyeing something. Dianne glanced back, and saw it was a mirror; Zoey was watching herself as she obeyed. The little girl bent her knees slightly, still wiggling her butt in time with the music, but soon even that motion was lost as she turned her attention to being a good girl.

She bit down on her pacifier, held her breath, and Dianne’s heart melted. This girl was simply too precious for this world, too adorable. Even though the mess could only be inferred; Zoey’s diaper was already so thick and sagging that there wasn’t much in the way of a visible bulge, it was clear what she was doing by her face and her pose, and by the subtle crinkle as she bottomed out her diapers.

Gaze darting around for reassurance, Zoey caught Dianne’s eyes, breathing rapidly. The last notes of the song were running out, and Dianne beamed at her, reaching up to help her down.

Even with Dianne’s hand, Zoey still stumbled, falling onto a seated position on the platform. She gasped and turned pink as she fell onto the weight of her packed diaper, and Dianne finally got a whiff of what she’d done. Wrinkling her nose ever so slightly, Dianne pulled her into a hug and helped Zoey away from the center of the dance floor, while someone else climbed up to take their turn as the center of attention.

“Shh,” she whispered into Zoey’s ear. “You’re such a good girl. You were wonderful up there, the most adorable little thing I’ve ever seen, and the best little baby anyone could ask for.” Reaching down, she slipped a hand under Zoey’s skirt, squeezing the seat of her diaper ever so slightly.

Zoey looked down, avoiding Dianne’s gaze, so Dianne touched her chin and moved her head up until they locked eyes again. Zoey’s expression was huge and helpless, little and in dire need of reassurance…and maybe something more.

“Your diaper is ready for a change,” Dianne said. “There’s a bathroom in the corner with a lock. Would you like me to change you?”

Zoey squeaked out a little, “Yes, please,” over her pacifier, though her focus was less on the words and more on Dianne’s face.

Smiling warmly, Dianne said, “There’s my stinky little girl. Let’s go.”

Leading Zoey by the hand, Dianne pulled her to the restroom. A unisex sign on the door indicated it was for general use, though in practice Dianne thought it was used as a private room for sex as often as it was for its intended purpose–certainly, Zoey wouldn’t be using the toilet any time soon.

Pulling her inside, Dianne locked the door. Reaching down, she took Zoey’s skirt, kneeling so she could pull it all the way down off the baby’s body, revealing her sagging, smelly diaper.

Kneeling in front of Zoey, Dianne looked up at her. “You really ruined your diaper, baby,” she commented. “Just like you’re supposed to.”

As Zoey squeaked in response, Dianne stood, took her hands, and gently forced her back towards the toilet. It was a cheap, old thing, with exposed copper pipes that ran halfway up the wall. Definitely a retrofit, and little effort had been made for aesthetics. Dianne pushed Zoey down onto the toilet seat, forcing the baby’s weight into her loaded diaper, then pulled her hands up to the pipes.

Twisting the skirt into a rope, Dianne wrapped it around the pipes and around Zoey’s wrists, tying a secure knot. It was by no means perfect, but it didn’t cut off circulation, and it’d keep her hands there so long as she didn’t try to wriggle free, and good girls wouldn’t try to wriggle free.

Once she was restrained, Dianne reached down, rubbing against the front of Zoey’s diaper. She could feel how hard the girl was, and Zoey wriggled on the toilet seat to truly experience how full her diaper had become.

Hesitating, Dianne took a risk. “Show mommy how much you love your smelly diapers, okay?”

She didn’t want to go too far, but calling herself ‘Mommy’ just felt right. Zoey seemed to agree with the label, because she didn’t object, she simply thrusted into Dianne’s hand, moaning into her pacifier as she tried to get every ounce of sensation through her layers of sodden, decimated diaper.

After a moment, Dianne pulled her hand away. She didn’t want Zoey’s fun to end just yet. Instead, she reached up, unbuttoning her blouse till it hung loose over her chest. Reaching down, she took Zoey’s pacifier out of her lips, moved to sit on Zoey’s lap so that her breasts were at Zoey’s eye level, and pulled herself free of her bra.

She didn’t need to say anything. Zoey’s mouth moved instinctively to Dianne’s nipple, and she began to suckle, still wriggling and grinding as she did so.

It was Dianne’s turn to moan, and to reach down beneath her own pants, slipping fingers to fondle herself while adorable, helpless, smelly little Zoey gasped and suckled her tits. Dianne barely needed to do anything for herself, simply being over Zoey in this situation brought her nearly to the edge, and she showed little restraint as she brought herself to climax.

“Yes,” she moaned, as Zoey sucked hard on her breasts. “Exactly like that, baby, just–yes–”

It was Dianne’s turn to make herself wet, though not as thoroughly as Zoey had. Squirting into her panties, it just barely soaked through to her jeans, not enough to be particularly noticeable unless someone was looking for it. Zoey continued to wriggle in helpless frustration, trying and failing to get enough sensation to achieve her own climax.

Dianne took a breath for a moment, then pulled away. “Zoey, I want you to wait here,” she said. “Don’t spit out your pacifier, and don’t untie your hands. If you do, I’ll know.”

Zoey looked up at her, eyes huge, pleading, as though to ask, ‘Why don’t I get to cum?’, but Dianne only smiled coyly.

“Trust me,” she said. “I’ll only be gone a minute. Safe words?”

Zoey mumbled, “Green,” over her pacifier, and Zoey bent over to kiss her on the forehead. Then she stood up straight, waved, and left the bathroom, flipping over the ‘out of order’ sign on the door to discourage anyone from stepping in.

Of course, there wasn’t anything stopping anyone from opening the door, and that was a bit of the fun. In the few minutes while Dianne was gone, anyone could wander in and find Zoey stuck, right over the toilet, in her filthy diaper.

She was only gone for a minute. There was a sex shop two doors down and open late, and she acquired what she needed with little hassle. She got back, made her way across the bar floor and pushed open the door to the bathroom.

After being gone for several minutes, the shock of the smell hit her hard as she stepped in, partly because it contrasted with the fresh air outside, partly because Zoey had been given time to stew and really stink up the room.

Zoey was wriggling on the toilet seat, smushing into her diaper and whimpering when Dianne walked in. Spotting her, she mumbled through her pacifier, “Mommy?”

“Mhmm,” Dianne said. “Let’s get your diaper changed, little girl.”

“But–” Zoey started, but Dianne shook her head.

“No buts, except yours, in a fresh diaper,” Dianne said, setting down her shopping bag and crossing to begin cleaning up Zoey.

It was a bit tricky, doing it while Zoey stayed seated and tied up, but Dianne made it work. Undoing the tapes, she pinched her nose and made a face, mostly for show. “You really did a number on your diaper,” she commented, producing baby wipes from Zoey’s purse and slowly, methodically, began to clean the girl up.

Zoey continued to squirm, but over time, the cold wipes began to combat her erection, and her princess parts grew smaller and more pliable.

Exactly what Dianne wanted.

Reaching into her purse, she produced her purchase–a stainless steel chastity cage. She made sure Zoey could see it, and waited for a moment to give her a chance to use a safe word. When Zoey didn’t respond, Dianne opened up the cage, and began fitting it around her parts.

“This is my good little girl insurance,” Dianne explained, sliding the cage into place. “I want you to wear your diapers and use them like a good baby all week, and if you do, I’ll unlock you and let you cum. Okay?”

Zoey nodded enthusiastically, eyes huge and excited.

“You’ll get my permission before every change, okay?” Dianne asked, as she slid the locking mechanism into place. Zoey nodded again, and with a little click, she locked the cage on. Reaching for a fresh diaper from Zoey’s purse, she added, “And I don’t want you to even think about using the potty. You’re a baby, you’re supposed to use your diapers. Okay?” She made sure to emphasize that she was asking–some things still required more than a statement of fact.

“O…okay, mommy,” Zoey nodded.

Zoey had brought along powder as well, so Dianne applied a thin layer before wrapping up the fresh diaper and taping it into place. “Good girl.” Reaching down, she wadded up Zoey’s old diaper so that nothing could smush out, then moved it into Zoey’s purse. “I don’t want to make the staff here deal with your stinky accidents, so this goes in your diaper bag.”

That didn’t need an ‘Okay?’ at the end. Zoey would be good on that account.

Zoey nodded again, squirming in her fresh diaper.

Reaching up, Dianne finally untied Zoey’s skirt from around the pipe, freeing her hands. “Let’s take you home, baby girl. Did you have a nice time?”

“Mhmm,” Zoey said. “Thanks, Mommy.”

Dianne’s heart swelled.

Fate had truly given her a gift tonight.

…

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My dream

Stacy had gotten in over her head.

She was a busy junior executive at FTSE 100 company. When she was able to book annual leave she explored increasingly extreme ventures in surrendering control as a means of recuperating from her stressful working environment.

Recently she had been reading about age regression as after coming across the term on a blog about relaxation techniques. It was a little weird but it seemed harmless. She was willing to give it a go.

Stacy contacted a professional nursery and booked herself in for a week of, what she described to her colleagues with a knowing smile, ‘pampering and relaxation

After arriving at the nursery Stacy was greater by a matronly older lady who introduced herself simply as ‘Nanny’ and ushered Stacy through to a cosy kitchen to share a pot of tea.

As they sipped from steamy, very sweet tea, they discussed what Nanny services nanny could offer and what limits Stacy wanted to set. Very soon Stacy found it difficult to follow the conversation and her eyes were drooping.

“What’s in this…” She slurred before slumping in her chair.

***

When Stacy stirred again she found herself in very unusual circumstances. She had been entirely redressed in a cutie short dress like a doll. Crinkling beneath the skirt and a very soft cushioning padding between her legs were symptomatic of a thick nappy and plastic pants.

“Ermpof” Stacy squealed and was surprised to find her tongue seemed to roll around her mouth without coordination. She tried sit up from where it was apparent she’d been laid down for a nap on a fleecy play mat. Stacy found her movements were sluggish and her muscles felt very heavy.

Gradually she managed to literally pull herself to her feet using the bars of an oversized crib as support. Stacy was shocked as she suddenly felt herself tinkling into her nappy, unable to slow the steady steam warming and wetting the soft cotton of her nappy.

'Nanny’ arrived just as the stream seemed to subside, Stacy blushing heavily.

“Aw is Baby Stacy trying to walk all by herself? Don’t worry if you can’t do it without Nanny holding your hand sweetie, you did say you wanted to give up complete control.”

Nanny came closure and cupped a palm against Stacy’s nappied crotch before slipping a finger inside the leg band of the crinkly plastic pants.

“Oh, I see you’ve already lost control of your bladder. Good girl. You’ll probably loose bowel control next so i’ll wait till you’ve made a stinky then change you.”

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!”

Hey, I don't know if you do requests, but I was wondering if you could do like an unfair regression story. I'm sorry for asking if it wasted your time.... have a wonderful day.

Anon, your wish is my command. I hope this is what you had in mind:

Joanna Hedrix had a 'thing' for diapers. Almost as soon as she was out of them she knew she wanted to go back.

Her opportunity came when she turned 18 and moved out of the family home to live away in her college town.

For the first time she could order packages for herself without scrutiny from her family members. Straight away she ordered a dozen samples of adult diapers, desperately excited by the bright colourful designs and various claims of padded absorbancy offered.

On the first week of living in shared student accommodation Joanna met her flatmates, Sabrina and Chelsea. She enjoyed spending time with the girls goofing around in the shared kitchen/living space but was also glad for the privacy of her own room.

By the end of the week her order finally arrived. She rushed to the apartment door to sign for it and all but slammed her bedroom door behind her again in great excitement.

Excitedly she laid out each of the diapers on her bed to compare them, enthralled by the touch of soft plastic in her hands.

She already knew which she wanted to try first. The fabine diaper she slipped her panties off for had been her most coveted desire, aparently they were one ofvthe most absorbant diapers on the market.

Joanna had just finished landing the last tape and was coyly touching the crotch of the diaper, admiring the new padded sensation between her legs and around her butt, when a rapid knock rapped from the door.

"Hey Joanna! Do you have any spare toilet paper?"

It was Sabrina. Joanna paused, startled, then pulled some shorts up her legs before throwing a duvet over the diapers on her bed.

The bulge of her diaper was painfully obvious but Sabrina was still knocking on her door. Anxiously Joanna let her in, hoping it would be a quick exchange and her diaper would go unnoticed.

Sabrina barged past her and beeline for the ensuite, the latch clicking behind her.

Joanna cursed under her breath. Sabrina's desperation was worse than expected, she had planned for this. She felt like a fool, standing in the middle of her room wearing a diaper while her friend was using her bathroom. She considered stripping the crinkly garment off but she had no way of telling how long Sabrina might be in the ensuite for so she wasn't convinced she could dispose of the evidence.

When Sabrina did emerge she was in a chatty mood.

"That's so much. I ran out of toilet paper and I really needed to go. Hey, I like how you've decorated your room, I haven't seen it until now. So, how are you finding your class so fa...?“

Saberina had stopped in mid sentance bale cause to Joanna's dismay she had just sat down on the bed which had crinkled obnoxiously beneath her. Slowly Saberina reached beneath her and pulled out a big abdl diaper. Holding it with both hands and curiously turning it over in disbelief.

"Why did you have to do that!“ Joanna demanded, as furious as she was humilated.

"Why do you have diapers on your bed!?" Sabrina countered coldly.

"Why are you both yelling?“

The arguing girls turned to find Chelsea standing the doorway, having arrived to find out what the commotion was all about.

"Joanna wears diapers." Sabrina sniggered.

"No I don't!“

“looks like your wearing one right now. Puffy pants." Chelsea joined in the teasing and gave Joanna's padded but a playful slap.

Although her flatmates eased up on their teasing, sending poor shaking Joanna was on the verge of tears, they never the less refused to leave until she recounted the full tale of why she had diapers and why she liked them.

Joanna's flatmate's agreed not to spread her secret around the campus so long as it became, 'their' secret. Joanna learned this mrleant her friends wanted to be involved on her diapering. In exchange for their silence Joanna was subjected to some unfair rules. She had to wear diapers at times when in the flat. She had to used them rater than the toilet, like a baby. She wasn't allowed to changer herself, she had to let her friends do it for her.

It was an utterly embrassing compromise but better than the whole campus finding out she was a diaper girl.

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Thanks for being patient with me everyone. I've been very busy so haven't been getting regular captions out but that will change!