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

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I felt totally mortified; never had I been treated like such a completely helpless child. Despite my humiliation, Carolyn smiled as the sound of water splashing in the bowl echoed in the small stall. When I was finished, instead of replacing my panties to their former position, the maid had me stand, my petticoats still raised to waist level. She took a tissue and gently dried the tip of my penis, and with the frilly white panties still around my ankles, she opened her purse and removed a small container. The sight of her had elicited some laughter, finger pointing and picture taking. People had come up to her to try to talk to her. As reasonable as that was, Christy still wasn't having it and she shook her head vehemently. "No! I'm not wearing a diaper, Stacy! Absolutely not!" When she'd needed a place to stay at the start of college, she'd asked him if he had a room for a price, and he'd said yes. At the time, she'd imagined that her father had called in a favor with him to get him to agree to it. Aunt Mary asked me if everything was all right and I nodded. I now having emptied my bladder could continue on my soft drink. We finished meal and then Aunt Mary called for the bill and then after it was settled they left the restaurant. Carolyn opened the rear doors of the car, the pink Cadillac convertible that had the top up, for her mistress and I. I rested my head on the bosom of my host as Carolyn drove off. Carolyn said, “I think our darling girl behaved impeccably in restaurant. “

That was a delicious omelet, darling. Thanks for a lovely date. You are my gorgeous lawyer girl. I've got to go to work now, so see you later. Bye, bye, Beccy. Nice to meet you, hope to see you soon.'' As I made my way to the top, I overheard Jake and his mother start talking: I could hear them pretty well and was curios at the time if they’d say anything about me. While Amy slept, Becca put clothes like the ones she had been wearing before onto her, but in her new size as a two year old. When Amy woke up, she found herself strapped into a baby car seat. She then looked over to see her mom driving the car. Whose story is this? Novels and long stories might have multiple important characters, but especia Things started to get out of hand by the third week. She'd wet her pants every day by the time Stacy finally stepped in on Thursday, pulling her aside after helping her change out of another pair of wet pants. "Christy, I know this has to be humiliating for you and you can't really help it, but... I think you should really consider wearing a bit of protection. Just until all of this stops happening, it'd save a bit on clean up and, ya'know, save you a bit of embarrassment in front of all the kids."

Only when she'd gotten her crying under control and turned around had she noticed the people who'd stopped on the street to look at her. I brought my niece along with me in the car; would it be an inconvenience if we came in and looked for just a minute?” Blushing, I lowered my eyes in embarrassment. “Really dear, you should have been born a girl; wearing pretty dresses is only half the fun.” The gates of the school came into view. “You'd better let me do all the talking, dear. We wouldn't want you to give yourself away.” Squirming in her seat, she fought to keep it inside her, fighting the instincts that Neil had trained into her, holding two hands between her legs and praying that the bus would hurry up, but there was no stopping it when it wanted to happen. It came out. It flooded the diaper.

It seems it's definitely against the rules to allow ladies inside the grounds,” and with a gleam in her eyes added, “and as cute as you look, sweetheart, I'm afraid that applies to you, too.”

Drugs

Jaskier demands to know what Yennefer has been doing to his little boy. She shows him, wether he likes it or not.

Chloe went ahead with the marriage because in our culture when a sissy man marries, his mother pays a large dowry to the new wife. My mother really liked Chloe and gave her, in addition to the multi-million-pound dowry, some property and some farmland too. I wasn't told the details as that would be wrong, I don't need to know. My mother said she understood if Chloe wanted to date a real man and put me on a regression program and make me a pretty AB. I'm not letting you this time." Her mother said. She then hit her daughter over the side of the head with her purse, feeling grim satisfication as Amy passed out. She then went on to force-feed Amy the pills, and some pills to keep her asleep. Her plan went into action. In a matter of minutes, Amy's bed was replaced with a crib and all her belongings were sorted through and all things inappropriate for infants was put in the attic. 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. I was soon comforted. I am not sure why I cried, but I was scared the big, scary man would take over our lovely girlie world. I didn't want that at all. Men are very scary, and I must say I do not like them at all, or little boys at nursery for that matter. I much prefer other AB's or real girls, with perfumed hair and pretty smiles, who plait my long blonde hair and play skipping games with me. Oh, what an excellent little pull-up baby you make! Both my girls are super adorable! I have one little squishy bottom, and one squishy-to-be!” Mara looks at herself shyly in the mirror, then glances at Jennifer. Looking over at Jennifer reminds her of what will be happening to her soon, and she glances up at Mommy worriedly.Yes, that's much better, sweetheart,” answered Carolyn, a knowing smile crossing her lips. “Sit here and I'll start your bath water,” she said, turning and entering the adjacent bathroom. 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. The most common driver of plot (but by no means the only possible one) is conflict. That is, the story’s central character or group of characters is in conflict with some other force, which might be another character or group of characters, a more faceless opponent, or perhaps even against themselves. Our main character or characters have a goal that they want to accomplish, against some sort of opposition. Conflict: PvP