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

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She is a good girl, but she is so limited. The drugs make her weak and stupid too. I guess I need a change.'' I told her of the movie that was due to start soon. She said, “It’s interesting you chose that particular movie, I know of the movie, a man dressing in woman's clothes." She continued, "Well Chrissy my dear girl how you are enjoying your stay here with us?" I replied, "Very much Aunt Mary, the clothes you have put me into are so wonderful I wish I could always dress this way." Aunt Mary replied, "We are glad you enjoy it so much. We want to give you a taste of what it will be like as a girl from earlier in your life, we have a surprise for you later." I was wondering what it could be and looked forward to it as I was sure it would be good. People had really burst into laughter then, everyone talking about the 5 foot adult baby girl in the diaper. They had been holding their phones up, no doubt recording the incident. Carolyn continued, "Chrissy my dear you are probably wondering how I have milk in my breasts. I do have a baby; one of the other maids is looking after him in the servant quarters." 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.

Carolyn got me to walk about the room taking small steps and placing one foot in line with the other as I walked. Carolyn praised me as I mastered walking as a girl would. Next Carolyn got me to giggle in girly 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. “

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Hold your head up, dear,” she asked as she tied a fancy bow under my chin. “There now, you look just adorable, Honey,” she said, her hand straightening the flared skirt of the coat. Bending, she gave me a little kiss on the cheek and opened the front door. 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.

Sydney walked into school the next morning, bleary eyed and grumbling. One month, she had one month until she graduated. Honestly she didn’t see the point of school, she was doing it for her mother. I stood nervously by as the two women joked, and as I fidgeted; the rustling petticoats continued their unceasing caress. The thought of actually going to a public restaurant while dressed as a young prepubescent girl disturbed me momentarily, but I knew I was powerless to alter their plans for me. In fact, the stirrings under my fluffy skirts spoke more of my concurrence rather than any complaint. Little Jimmie awoke with a start. He couldn’t sit up! His vision was blurry and the only thing he could make out was his mother watching over him while he lay there in the crib. “Mama, pwease! Make me big boy! Me am big boy!” He cried out. Carolyn lay me down with my head resting on Aunt Mary’s breasts and then put on her negligee and gown and left the room. Aunt Mary said, “Chrissy my darling can you just get up a minute while I remove my negligee?” Whose story is this? Novels and long stories might have multiple important characters, but especiaHorror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community Still facing away from the mirror, I sat quietly while Carolyn brushed and curled what had been longish hair for a boy. After looking through a small drawer in the dresser, Aunt Mary approached with two matching satin ribbons, the exact color of the dress. After tying each into a pretty bow on either side of my head, both women smiled. Still beaming, they pulled me to my feet. “Don't look yet, Chrissy,” instructed Aunt Mary, “let's slip your lovely dress on first.” Christy couldn't help but be a bit flustered at the gesture. She'd agreed to wear them, of course, but she'd hoped to wait until the next day. Still, it wouldn't be a terrible idea to put one on now. It was like Stacy said, just in case. "Alright. Gimme a sec." She slipped into the changing room, shutting the door behind her and pulling down her pants. She retrieved the pull-up off the changing table, looking it over a bit in her hands. Aunt Mary interrupted, “Oh, don't worry then Father; I'm sorry we bothered you. I'm sure somehow we'll make do, Happy Thanksgiving.” 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.

Carolyn rubbed the front of my panties and I began to moan softly in delight. Carolyn said,” You just love this don’t you Chrissy?” I replied, “Ooh yes it’s nice, I just love it when you make me ejaculate into my frillies. I just love being dressed like a girl. You have turned me into a girl and I really enjoy it.” 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. Carolyn asked, “How do you think your parents and family will react to you being dressed as a girl?” Amy, meal time." Her mother said as she came in the room. Becca opened the crib and took Amy out. Amy tried to make a run for it, but instead fell onto her butt. Aunt Mary said, “We are so glad you are enjoying it my darling. We still have lots in store for you.” Carolyn will you please go and get the things we are going to dress baby Chrissy in?”Really? I would have thought she’d rather wake up in a wet diaper than a wet bed”. Jenny commented.

I liked being in diapers. I wanted the plastic pants to go with them. But, All good things come to an END She'd cried into his shoulder, and he'd let her, all while cleaning her up, hugging her and telling her that it was all going to be okay once she learned how to become a baby. Carolyn said, “Yes we know that and it must be exciting for you.” I said, “One thing for sure is I know I am going to hate putting on my boy clothes when the weekend is over.” Carolyn replied, “I’m sure you will feel like that.”

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At this point, she didn't see much of an option. There was no way she was going to willingly wear diapers, so the bet was the only option she could consider. She just hoped she could make it to bathroom more often than she had in the past week. "I'll take the bet." 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. I stood there at the top of the stairs still as a statue; I felt a mixture of surprise and excitement and had butterflies in my tummy. This news to be honest was brilliant to hear as I wore diapers to. To make matters worse, she’s now refusing to wear her diapers to bed. The teasing has really gotten to her”. Sue elaborated. “I mean, I really do sympathise. There aren’t many kids who still wear diapers at eleven, but all that washing is really getting to me, and worst of all her room is really starting to smell”. Well, This is the best I can put in words the details of how I felt the first time I experienced diaper discipline. Over the next two years I fell prey several times to additional diapering and the woman always managed to make each event a little worst. Like the time I was diapered and put in the play pen with the baby both of us in just a diaper. She told me to keep an eye on the baby and when the baby wet her diapers, I was to let her know. Not knowing her plans I did as she asked only to find out her evil intent. As soon as she changed the baby, she took my diapers off and put the wet ones on me, telling me I was the real baby and should be the one in wet diapers. Another time she made me tell her just before I was about to wet myself and had the other children stand while she made me wet myself in front of them.