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

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Neil is a high-powered lawyer, a successful man and respected by all, but there's one thing that he's always wanted. Not a wife, not a baby, but both of those things in one. Unfortunately for the troublesome daughter of one of his oldest friends, that girl is about to become exactly what he wants. Carolyn said, “Chrissy my darling are you up to appearing in public dressed as a girl? We wouldn’t want you to give yourself away.” 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.

My cheeks turned a bright red, but not out of embarrassment from wearing such girlish clothes. Rather, it was because deep within, I couldn't imagine anything nicer than continuing this new and exciting experience for as long as I could. She was so busy staring at her phone that she didn’t even notice her outfit changing as she walked into the bathroom. She absentmindedly tugged at her jeans to adjust her underwear which seemed to have gotten bunched up. Except her jeans seemed to disappear in her hand and she touched plastic.

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Carolyn praised me, “Ooh yes honey that’s perfect. You look so precious, Honey. You've made Mistress very happy.” Come and sit here and let's chat. Oh Alex, go fetch coffee and cake and then take Beccy upstairs.'' 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. 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. That’s great”, Sue replied, smiling. Brandon always had been a high achiever, and she was glad to see her eldest nephew was getting on so well.

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 As she made her way around the corner towards the bathroom, the urge turned into a cramp in her bowels and she found herself forced to stop just short of the bathroom door. Her hands went to her bottom, trying desperately to hold it in just a little longer. She carefully took a step, managing to barely hold it in as she did so. She took one hand off her bottom and opened the bathroom door, taking another step into the bathroom. The toilet was in sight now, but as took another step towards it she felt her bowels begin to move. She made another desperate attempt to hold it in, but this time it didn't quite work out. She is a good girl, but she is so limited. The drugs make her weak and stupid too. I guess I need a change.'' 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.Aww, sweet baby. Don't cry, I love you best of all. You are my good girl. Come now let us sit on the couch and you can suc-k on my titties.'' Some stories will end abruptly after the climax, which is a legitimate way to do things. After all, the story is over. But It’s often more satisfying to readers to see some tying up of loose ends, to see the aftermath of the struggle, or to see that the hero’s sacrifice had some effect. The denouement is the term used for this finale to the story. Some use the term “denouement” to refer to the climax, or merely to mean the end of the story. These meanings are incorrect, and I won’t be using the term in either of these ways. The denouement is the “falling action” after the climax, the mirror image of the rising action. Viewpoint Character Now honey, there is a monitor with a small screen so we can watch and hear you downstairs. Be a good girl, ok?'' They chatted happily as mommy fed me my 'organic creamed porridge'. I noticed that mommy giggled a lot at Jim's conversation, something she never does with me. The porridge was yummy, and I ate it all up like a good girl for mommy.

I’d met Jake through school, we were both aged 15 at the time and I’d be at the same school since I was age 11, Jake however had moved from a different school about a month ago so we hadn’t known each other that long, but we were fast become best friends which was great because whilst I’d made lots of friends I hadn’t got anyone else I would say is a “best” friend. I appeared at the top of the stairs. I was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in me, rather I (now her) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. Around my waist was a four inch wide pink satin sash tied at the hip with a huge bow. I stepped carefully down the steps, my feet in white patent leather Mary Jane’s, highlighted by white anklets trimmed with a turned down pink lace cuff. 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."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. 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. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing Well, it's just so hard when I have a date or meet a new man, to explain about what an AB is. It scares some guys off.''