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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter 4:

Still trying to fathom the “ground rules” that Alexis’ mother had laid out to me for her newly regressed 18 year old daughter that I was now babysitting, I couldn’t help but enjoy her newfound humbled posture.

Pictures of the events that transpired the night before continued to flash through my mind. Alexis, a girl revered as the hottest, most untouchable girl in our high school was in a pull-up diaper that she quickly affirmed she needed.

The humbling events that had taken place had not only brought her back down to everyone else’s level, but much lower. Her following of girls and guys alike had forever been jealous of the 5’2”, tan, brunette with a perky butt and breast were still ignorant to the facts that I now knew first hand.

I thought about all the other girls at our high school that were inferior to Alexis. At least they could act like young adults, well, not infants rather. They were out enjoying their Summer, partying, going to the beach in their skimpy bikini’s. Not surprisingly, they also had the undeniable right to wear normal underwear.

Sure, Alexis had to wear diapers for her night time “accidents”, but she too had also enjoyed these simple pleasures less than 24 hours ago, she had even modeled on several occasions!

I could tell that Alexis was battling the prospect of this. In contrast to her peers, Alexis set in front of me clad in a freshly changed diaper with a pacifier in her mouth to top it off.

I was unsure of how she would react once her parents left. Would she instantly go off, disapproving the fact that I was now her babysitter?

Certainly not, I confidently told myself. After all, I had witnessed her pooping herself. Even more, her dad’s talk with me afterwards verified her diaper-wearing was for good reason to keep her sheets dry at night.

While I wasn’t worried about her attitude, I was furiously thinking of what I should do now given what had taken place.

This was usually when I would put her baby brother down for a nap, so I figured it was only fitting that she did the same.

“How about a nap?” I offered after the long silence.

Alexis slowly looked up at me, her beautiful brown eyes meeting mine with her infantile attire remaining unmistakably out of place for an 18 year old girl.

Her pacifier precluding her from audibly speaking, she settled for a simple head nod.

Taking her hand, I began to lead her upstairs to her room; an act I had previously dreamed of doing for a much different purpose.

I opened her bedroom door and was shocked to find her bed to be an infantile styled crib big enough for her 5’2” frame. As I continued to scan her room out of my former and now new curiosity, I also found a changing table and a few of her nighttime pull-up diapers.

The items seemed out of place for an 18 year old girl’s bedroom, sorely noticeable among bras and thongs that lay on the floor, which served as vestiges from her now former adulthood.

Alexis stopped in her tracks, her pacifier falling out of her mouth as fast as her jaw dropped.

Despite it being circumstantially inappropriate, my mind wondered back to all the times I imagined walking up to her room with her, a dream that I was not alone in pondering. Now I knew how futile of a dream that once was as I picked up her pacifier.

I almost felt sorry for her. Her blank stare remained unwavered as I put the pacifier back in her mouth. The humiliation she was experiencing was unimaginable.

My sympathy led me to considering cutting her some slack. Perhaps even earning the possibility of a date after a return to normalcy.

“How about we get you out of those Pampers.” Alexis’ face instantly lit up as if I had given her the winning lottery ticket.

My thoughts redirected to the night before where she uncontrollably messed herself, forcing her mom to change her dirty diaper. Not to mention her mother’s stern rules regarding her two P’s, “protection & punishment”.

What if her mother found her with another stinky ‘accident’ in her in her pants? Her mother would be so pissed at me for caving.

My better judgement convinced me otherwise. Instead of undiapering her, I grabbed one of her pull-ups off her dresser and began to walk towards her crib. The hope that was formerly expressed on her face quickly diminished and replaced with a discontented frown.

For a moment, she appeared as though she wouldn’t comply, but in what appeared to be an attempted preservation of her remaining dignity, she quickly moved towards the crib, determined to let herself in rather than me. Every step she took releasing an audible crinkle from her diaper.

Once situated in her crib, the reality of me performing a duty only appropriate for a toddler again shocked me. I was about to undress Alexis, the hottest girl in our school, but rather than proceeding with what any normal male and female would do, I would be diapering her instead.

After unsnapping her onesie, I began to tear away the tabs of her diaper. I couldn’t help but admire her beautifully fit tan legs and overall petite body frame that she so frequently worked on at the gym.

As my eyes wondered, the sight of baby powder lightly covering the area between her legs brought me back to the reality that I was about to put Alexis back in a diaper.

As I finished applying the baby powder, I caught a glimpse of Alexis deep in thought, aimlessly starring at the ceiling as I began to pull her diaper up to her thighs, interrupting her thought as I promoted her to lift her bottom.

I was still amazed at how easily she fit into her pull-ups, much less her baby brother’s Pampers. Once her diaper was in place, I paused for a moment to appreciate how her diaper almost appeared too bulky given her petite frame.

I held back a laugh at the fact that she’d had no idea her dedicated efforts at the gym would lend her the ability to easily fit into a toddler’s attire.

As I snapped the crotch of her onesie, she looked up at me discouraged as she was again sealed back into her diapers that the last 12 hours had proved her dependency upon.

“Sleep tight. I’ll come check on you later” I said as I lifted her crib bars and began to walk out of the room.

“Wow” I said quietly to myself as I descended down the stairs. I just put Alexis in a diaper and left her in a crib to take a mid-morning nap, attempting to frame an unthinkable reality that I currently resided within.

After a couple of hours, I decided I should go wake her up. Before going to her room, I contemplated what we should do next. “I guess we could watch TV.” I chuckled, thinking back to my offer the night before to watch TV as civilized young adults.

I grinned when I found the cartoon channel, figuring it was befitting to her situation. I grabbed the stuffed toys her mother had left as well as some coloring books and put them on the floor for her.

I opened her door and found her slowly waking, her pacifier still in place. Despite the fact that she lay in a crib wearing a onesie with a diaper hiding beneath, she was still gorgeous. I began to wonder if I could get over her apparent diaper dependency.

“Want to watch some TV?”

Alexis squinted as she awoke from her slumber. Her eyes quickly windened as I reached into her crib and felt the front of her diaper to see if it was wet.

Honestly, I didn’t even think about the implications of touching an area that was previously forbidden. I guess at this point, I had accepted the reality that I was now her babysitter and checking her diaper was part of my job. Luckily (and somewhat surprisingly), she was dry.

I could tell she wasn’t amused as she quickly glared at me, adding a thinly veiled smile.

I led her to the TV where I had left the toys for her. Before sitting down, I noticed she was slowly gathering her barrings, seeming visibly unsettled and working up the courage to speak.

“You know this isn’t how I usually am, I promise!” Alexis began to plead.

“This is all just a big misunderstanding! And really only because my mother is mad at me for drinking.”

Her defensiveness wasn’t a surprise, per se. But geez, is she kidding? What suitable defense can you have at the age of 18 after involuntarily soiling your diaper in front of others?

I tried not to laugh, “I guess I just misunderstood seeing your mother change your dirty diaper last night too then?”

Alexis was silent.

“Sit down, I’m making lunch.”

Alexis defeatedly obeyed, sitting Indian-style on the floor. She appeared to momentarily concede to my slightly condescending, but factually correct statement. She regretfully picked up the coloring book and pencils and began coloring.

I left Alexis in the living room and went to the kitchen where I began to cook lunch. I remained amused over her petulant attempt at convincing me that her current situation was an anomaly.

However, I again began to think about how beautiful she was. Even while diapered, she still remained gorgeous. I always wanted a chance with her but her enourmous pride and beauty had forever prevented the opportunity.

Given the extreme difficulty of having both a bulky pride while wearing a bulky diaper, it seemed as though this no longer stood between us.

My mind wondered as I thought about the prospect of Alexis being my girlfriend, absolutely beautiful, but diapered nonetheless. “I guess we all make compromises, I mean it’s just underwear…” I thought as I continued to convince myself.

Afer I finished cooking our lunch, I suddenly heard an all too familiar muffled fart in the living room.

“BLLLLRPPP”

“Did she seriously just fart?” I thought as I questioned what I heard. Sure, the likely culprit had been put back in diapers due to similar circumstances in the last 24 hours. But before yesterday, any 18 year old girl farting in the proximity of others was not only socially unacceptable, but unattractive no matter how hot they were.

As I walked into the living room with our lunch, the smell instantly confirmed what I assumed.

Defeatedly on her hands and knees, Alexis’ diaper pointed up towards the ceiling as she again visibly struggled to stop herself from messing her diaper for a second time within 24 hours.

She quickly put her hand on the back of her diaper, serving as a last ditch effort to prevent the inevitable. If yesterday’s events hadn’t proved she belonged in diapers, she knew this certainly would.

I set our lunch down on the coffee table feeling as though I should do something. I started to walk towards her before hearing another involuntary muffled fart.

“BLLLLRPPPPPPPPPPP” 💩

Her diaper quietly crackled as it filled up with a mess she was so desperately trying to prevent; slowly beginning to sag just as it had the night before.

As she continued to soil her diaper, the familiar rancid smell of her dirty diaper blended with baby powder filled the room.

I could tell Alexis was doing her best to hold back tears, attempting to avoid adding to the babyish act she was performing.

However, when she saw me holding my nose whilst witnessing everything, she began to sob, utterly embarrassed at the fact that she had again messed her diaper for a second time in front of me.

Moments earlier, I had convinced myself of pursuing Alexis despite her newly realized dependency on diapers. Yet the sight of the beautiful 18 year old girl sitting on the floor sobbing like an infant in a freshly messed diaper easily persuaded me otherwise.

How could I ever date a girl that could accidentally mess herself in a moments notice? The thought of us going on a date had forever sounded enticing, until now, considering the fact that I could be left to change her diaper in the middle of dinner.

I shook the thought as a final fart escaped behind her already VERY dirty diaper, letting out an involuntary grunt as her diaper was being pushed to its limit.

Good Lord, seriously? I was shocked that she was still uncontrollably messing herself. My shock quickly turned to frustration considering I knew I would be responsible for changing her diaper afterwards.

At this point, I almost couldn’t believe she wasn’t doing it on purpose. I mean how does a hot 18 year old girl not only mess herself once in front of a guy, but twice?

Alexis’ face was once again beat red after I accidentally let out a disgusted “Ugh” in response to the smell that continued to intensify, permeating through the entire living room.

Out of frustration, I decided her diaper change would wait until after lunch.

With a stern tone of disappointment, I finally spoke up, “Let’s eat lunch”. Alexis peered at me as tears continued to roll down her checks with an unmistakable look of disappointment that she wouldn’t yet be freed from the messy prison that she wore.

As I picked her up by her armpits I was reminded of just how petite she truly was.

I carried her to her baby brother’s high chair in the kitchen and slowly set her down, quickly noticing her sobs turn to a disgusted cringe as her messy diaper met the seat.

“I’ll change your diaper after you’re finished with your lunch.”

Alexis’ attention shifted away from her soiled diaper squishing beneath her as she realized she would now be stuck dealing with it while eating.

“No! Steve! Get this thing off of me now!”

I ignored her desperate pleas and set her lunch in front of her before grabbing mine and sitting at the dinner table.

My lack of response again provoked Alexis.

“Steve!”

“Yes?”

“Please change me. This is gross!”

“Yes, it is, and it’ll be equally gross when I have to change you, so maybe you should’ve thought about that before you decided to mess your diaper.”

Her fussy attitude began to frustrate me. She thinks it’s gross? Of course it is! Dirty diapers are gross enough for toddlers, much less an 18 year old! I had heard enough and decided to retrieve her pacifier that had fallen out while she was blowing out her diaper.

As I got up and began to walk in the living room, she again attempted to defend herself.

“No! Ugh, Steve! It was an accident!” Alexis strongly declared as I was returning from the living room.

“My mom gave me coffee this morning and it upset my stoma…” Her pacifier silencing her less than convincing argument.

“Quiet. Enough with the excuses. I would hope it was an accident because I have no idea why you’d want to mess yourself on purpose. Either way, I’m not treating you any different than I would your little brother.”

Alexis’ expression quickly changed as she began to realize that messing her diaper was literally inexcusable in light of her petulant argument.

After a moment of coming to terms with her predicament, she resigned to a frown behind her pacifier.

I returned to the dinner table and continued to eat my lunch despite Alexis’ stinky diaper eliminating any appetite I had left.

After eating as much as I could, I noticed Alexis was in deep thought, anxiously waiting to be relieved of the messy diaper that she continued to sit in.

After putting my dishes in the sink, I walked over to what was formerly Alexis’ little brother’s high chair.

“I’ll take this pacifier out as long as you will eat your lunch. No complaining or excuses or you’ll be punished, understood?”

Alexis refused to make eye contact but compromised with another half-hearted head nod. After removing her pacifier, she defiantly looked up at me.

“Eat up.”

“Steve, get me out of this diaper right now!” She squealed, continuing to accurately play her role as an adult toddler.

“Well punishment it is.” I said flippantly, completely unsure of what that would entail.

I began contemplating what punishment would most effectively get my point across. I had spanked her brother plenty of times, but given that she was on the verge of a blowout, I doubted that would be practical.

Then it hit me, she would do anything to avoid her public persona being damaged. She frequently posted pictures on her Instagram of her in beautiful outfits or out with friends to fuel her public reputation.

“We’re going to take a trip to the park. I’m sure you’ll be able to find plenty of others there that can’t keep their diapers clean either.”

“You wouldn’t.” Alexis said sternly, almost as if it were a dare.

I unsnapped the table tray on the high chair and picked her up, regrettably placing her diapered bottom under my arm, feeling it’s contents slowly spread.

“Let’s get you changed into some appropriate clothing for our trip.”

Alexis continued fuss as I carried her back up to her room where I located the clothes her mother had bought earlier that day.

After setting her down on the floor, I looked through the bag and found a babyish pinafore.

“This will do.”

“Steve no please! I can’t go outside in that while wearing a…” She paused, realizing what she was about to say.

“Go on. Wearing a what…?”

“Steve I’ll do anything. I know you like me, let’s go on a date or something.”

“Well that’s presumptuous isn’t it? I may have liked you at some point, but I’m not interested in dating an adult toddler.”

My comment cut through Alexis’ pride like a hot knife in butter, but it didn’t deter her from trying to dissuade me.

I began to take her onesie off to replace it with the pinafore that would do little to hide her stinky diaper.

While putting the pinafore on her, she again continued to protest. Only this time, her comment caught me off guard.

“Hang on… what if we stayed her and you changed me and I did something for you.” She said with a devious grin.

I won’t lie, it was tempting no matter if she was confined to a dirty diaper or not.

I paused to think about it, which Alexis noticed and quickly tried to take advantage of my indecision.

“Come on Steve.” She said arousingly as she leaned forward and began to reach for my pants.

“Just relax, we don’t need to go anywhere.” She stated, again with her sexy smile as she began to unzip my jeans.

I grabbed her petite hand while motioning for her to stop, “Time to go.”

“Seriously, Steve? Please just let me…” I placed my finger on her lips silencing her once again before replacing with another pacifier.

“Suck on this instead”

Her expression was priceless. Alexis likely never thought she would see a day where a guy turned her down for anything, much less a blow job.

After I finished dressing her, I carried her and her brother to my truck, strapping both of them into car seats.

Alexis appeared uncomfortable after I had snapped the belt between her thighs which was certain to squish the contents of her very full diaper.

As Steve started driving to the park, he could see Alexis in his rear view mirror defeatedly looking out of the window.

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“I can’t believe he said no to me giving him a blow job.” I thought to myself. The thought was so surprising that it temporarily took my mind off the fact that I was in a car seat headed to a public park in a very stinky diaper.

“Why did he say no?” He’s always liked me hasn’t he? Does he seriously not like me now because of…” I paused as looked down to examine the state of my diaper, only to find that it had turned a disgusting shade of brown, making me realize I was in the midst of uncontrollably wetting myself.

“What?!” I loudly said under my breath.

“What is it?” Steve asked before peering in his rear view mirror to find me starring in disbelief at the diaper I was wetting.

Judging by the look on his face, he figured it out.

“You’re a mess… literally.”

To say it was embarrassing doesn’t do it justice. Yes, I had nighttime accidents, and yes, I had had a couple of small accidents while drinking, but at least I knew I had to go. Not only had I not noticed that I needed to go, I didn’t even realize I had wet myself until it was too late.

So here I am, in the back seat of Steve’s truck, formerly nothing more than a boy who had a crush on me, now a boy who turned me down, all the while sitting next to my toddler little brother strapped into a car seat sitting in an already messy diaper that I just wet without knowing.

My heart began to race as we turned into the parking lot. Being in a dirty diaper was, in-of-itself, unbelievably embarrassing. The thought of being in a dirty diaper in public was terrifying.

“You’re lucky I’m nice.”

Steve’s comment seemed all but real. How was he ‘nice’? He was about to take me in public while I’m like…this!

“I brought your diaper bag. I’m going to change you before we go into the park.” Steve said while looking at me in his rear view mirror.

I was conflicted. I would be out of my filth which I desperately desired, but put back in another diaper… and then going into public.

Then reality hit me. “He’s going to change my…” I could hardly even say it in my own mind, “… dirty diaper in public!?”

“Steve, can we please do this somewhere private? Pleaseeee?” I begged as if my life depended on it.

Rather than give me an answer, he got out of the car and walked over to my door.

“Steve, what are you doing? Please don’t do…” for the third time today, he again pacified me, silencing me like an annoying toddler.

He lifted me out of the car seat, exposing my brown stained diaper to any onlookers in the process while carrying me to the back of his truck.

After unlatching his tailgate and laying me down on the changing mat, he lifted up my pinafore to examine my thoroughly messed diaper.

“Really pushed this one to the limit.” His embarrassing comment paled in comparison to the fact that I was about to of receive a diaper change in public at the age of 18.

As he I felt him tear the sides of my pull-up, I gagged as the smell of my infantile accidents imenated through the air. The sun beating down on me, I sheepishly peered down seeing past my flat stomach to see my poop covered private’s.

“Relax.” Steve commanded as he grabbed the first of many baby wipes.

“How the hell am I supposed to relax!? You have me exposed for all humanity to see me receiving a diaper change!” I screamed in my head.

He began to work away at my bottom with the baby wipes for what seemed like entirnity.

The park was busy that day. As I lay on my back receiving a diaper change that I desperately needed, I anxiously looked up to see if anyone was watching.

I saw a group of girls in binkins that looked to be a little younger than me, hanging out with some cute boys which made me burn with anger as I began to compare myself to them.

There they were happily enjoying their freedoms and here I was, getting my diaper changed by a boy that just rejected me giving him a blowjob. Oh wait, it gets better? Yes, and I’m now getting a fresh diaper put on me.

How would any boy ever be interested in a girl that’s been put back in diapers? Hmm, who should I go out with, a girl in sexy lingerie or the pacified girl laying on her back getting her dirty diaper changed? Tough decision.

Even if a boy was interested, he’d be fortunate enough to learn I have a babysitter or witness my parents or Steve checking my diaper to make sure it’s still clean. Uhh you’re in diapers? Yeah, no thanks.

Steve closed the tailgate of his truck and led my brother and I into to the park. As I walked, I tried my best to keep my short dress down so no one could see my diaper. I couldn’t help but anxiously look around to make sure no one was there that I knew.

“You guys go play, I’ll sit over here.” Steve said to my brother and I as he motioned towards the playground.

“You can’t be serious.” I said sternly.

“Didn’t think I was serious when I said we were going to the park either.”

“Damnit” I thought to myself as I defiantly turned away from him and decided to find something to climb.

It wasn’t long after I climbed through some of the stuff at the playground that I heard a few chuckles only to realize my pinafore had ridden up, now exposing my diaper to any onlookers behind me.

“Shit!” I said under my breath as I quickly tried to maneuver myself to cover my bottom.

“Mommy, why is she wearing a diaper?” I heard a kid ask his mom in the distance.

This day can’t get any more embarrassing. I’ve had multiple accidents, been turned down by an inferior boy 2 years younger than me, had my diaper changed in public, and now am getting mocked by petulant children who just saw my diaper while playing at a playground.

What happened next proved me wrong, however. With my diaper still on display, I turned around to find Steve talking to someone, motioning towards me in the distance.

That someone happened to be Taylor, the only boy at our high school that I’ve ever thought might be good enough for me.

TO BE CONTINUED

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We’ve had to put you in your little sister’s pull up so you either use her pull up in front of everyone or her potty in front of everyone. You better get used to it as you’ve got to stay dry and clean for a week till you get toilet privileges back.

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Chapter 1

Laura was your average 15 year old girl. She was of a medium build, pretty without being stunning she was in the last year of secondary, an all girls school, and was achieving good but not spectacular grades. She was perfectly normal and average in every single way accept one. She had always struggled to keep her bed dry at night. Her parents had taken her to see numerous doctors who couldn’t find anything medically wrong with her and when she started having accidents during the day her parents took her to see a psychiatrist as the last doctor advised it could be a mental issue rather than a medical one.

While at he therapy appointments Laura discussed a number of issues in her childhood and the stigma of being a bedwetter. She recalled the first time her friends found out about it. She was 11 years old and away on a school residential trip. Her mum had packed her Drynites for her that she new she had to wear every night to help keep her bed and bedding dry. However she couldn’t find a good time to sneak it out her bag and put it on before she fell asleep. She woke up the next morning to the sound of laughter and yelling as her roommates found Laura in a pool of her own urine and a very stained bed spread. Due to all the noise a teacher knocked on the door and one of Laura’s friends opened the door and explained to Mrs Smith that Laura had wet the bed. Mrs Smith told Laura to take a shower.

While Laura was in the shower Mrs Smith told the other girls not to make fun of her and help strip her bed so the camp site could wash it. After the bed was stripped Mrs Smith took the liberty of picking out some clothes for Laura to wear that day. As it was a crisp spring morning she laid out a grey and silver Nike tracksuit some knickers and a training bra for Laura to wear. As Mrs Smith was going through Laura suitcase she discovered an unopened pack of Drynites and realised this probably wasn’t a one off that Laura had wet her bed. She sent the other girls in her room to the canteen for breakfast and waited for Laura to come out the shower.

While Laura was in the shower she started to cry. How could she be so stupid? She knew she needed her Drynites but she was so worried about her friends finding out about her special night time underwear but now the situation was much worse. As she got out the shower she heard Mrs Smith tell the other 5 girls in her room to go to the canteen and have breakfast. She was at least relieved that she wouldn’t have to face them when she came out the sanctuary of the bathroom. She wrapped her towel around her and waited to hear the door shut as the other girls left. However she didn’t hear the door shut but she could no longer hear the girls voices so assumed it was safe to come out.

As Laura exited the bathroom she was a bit taken back to see Mrs Smith still in her room and sitting at the end of her bed with clothes laid out for her including underwear and the unopened pack of Drynites. She took a big gulp before thanking Mrs Smith for helping deal with the situation. “Don’t worry about it” said Mrs Smith “However we do need to talk about these and why you chose not to wear it last night” Mrs Smith pointed to the pack of Drynites.

“I know I need them Mrs Smith but I didn’t want the other girls finding out about them and I couldn’t find a good time to put them on discreetly” Laura said wiping away a tear from her eyes.

“Well because we’ve had this issue I’m going to give these to Mrs Applewhite who is looking after the medication and other medical needs for all the children on the trip. We need to make sure you’re wearing them every night so after you get ready for bed knock on Mrs Applewhite’s door and she’ll help you get them on. In the morning, after breakfast, line up with the other students for their medication and she’ll help you get them off and then you can get dressed for the day” Laura didn’t like the word help being in the sentence and while she knew breakfast was early and had been planned that all students would still go in their PJs she didn’t feel like eating in what was highly likely to be a very wet pull up. “Mrs Smith, can I not just put them on and off myself”

“No my dear, we need to make sure you are wearing them and the best way to do that is to get Mrs Applewhite’s help. Your mum had asked for us to update her every day on your situation so Mrs Applewhite needs to check you in the morning and report back to your mum.”

“Oh, ok” Laura sighed.

“Now I’ll go and close the door as I leave, get dressed and join us all for breakfast” and with that Mrs Smith left the room, pack of Drynites in her hand, and closed the door. Laura sat on her bed and had a little cry about how stupid she had been not to put it on before bed and now she was no longer in control of when she was wearing them and for how long. She cleared her mind, got dressed and started making her way down to breakfast.

As she entered the dining hall an audible hush fell throughout the hall. Word had clearly got out about the girl that wet her bed and as she was the only child fully dressed it was obvious who it was. She put her head down and headed to the buffet to select her food. She filled her plate with sausage, egg, bacon, mushrooms and Hash Browns. She got a glass of water and went and found a seat on the table assigned to her room. She sat down had a quick look at all her roommates and exchanged some awkward smiles and again she put her head down and focused on her food. Just as she finished her last bite Mrs Smith announced that breakfast was over and everyone was to go back to the rooms and get ready for the day.

Once back at the room with the other girls Laura just sat at the end of her bed and watched as the other girls took it in turns to get showered and then dress for the day. The first girl to get ready was Laura’s best friend Amy. After Amy was ready she motioned for Laura to join her on her bed and gave her a big hug. “I’m sorry” said Amy “I tried to stop them telling people at breakfast but they wouldn’t shut up about it and now everyone knows”.

“It’s ok” Laura said solemnly. “It’s my own fault”

“How?” Asked Amy

“I should have put my protection on. Then no one would have known!”

“Protection?” Amy asked looking confused.

“Well it’s not the first time I’ve wet the bed” Laura confessed to Amy “so my mum has me wear these things called Drynites. They are basically pull ups for older kids who still wet the bed. I know I need them but didn’t want you all to know about them but now the situation is much worse”

Amy gave her friend a hug “Don’t worry, everything will be fine. We’ll have a fun day and you’ll forget all about last night and this morning” and with that Amy grabbed Laura’s hand and ran out the room to the meeting point to start the days activities.

Laura had a fun day doing rock climbing, archery and air rifle shooting. She stayed close to Amy all day, hardly leaving her side. Some children in the group activities did stare at her and some tried to call her names but Laura tried to just shut it out and Amy would hold her hand when she caught wind of it. Laura felt a strange feeling whenever Amy took her hand. She felt protected and safe and Laura started to enjoy that feeling. Amy noticed every time she held Laura’s hand she felt Laura relax and knew it was helping her friend.

That evening after dinner Mrs Smith announced everyone was to get ready for bed and then meet at the meeting point as they were going to have a camp fire that night. Laura’s felt her tummy tie up in knots. A whole camp fire while wearing all her night time clothes didn’t sound fun. She managed to get Mrs Smiths attention and asker her when she had to see Mrs Applewhite and Mrs Smith confirmed that she would need to see her as soon as she had her PJs on. It was not the answer she was looking for. Once back in the room she found that her bed had been made with fresh bedding. She was glad that she didn’t have to make the bed herself. As she sat down it made a loud tussling noise. Amy looked over at Laura and both girls looked confused. Not knowing what it was Amy stood up and started getting ready for bed. Once in her PJs she announced she was going to Mrs Applewhite’s room to get some medication. Amy gave her friend a knowing wink and off Laura went. As she reached Mrs Applewhite’s door she took a big gulp and started to knock.

“Come in” Mrs Applewhite announced from behind a closed door. Laura pushed the door open and was greeted to the sight of Mrs Applewhite and Mrs Smith smiling back at her.

“Ah Laura my dear I’ve been expecting you. Sit on the bed while I get your supplies ready.” Laura did as she said at sat at the end of the bed while Mrs Applewhite went to her bathroom and returned with a Drynite and some wipes.

“Stand up and remove your bottoms please Laura” Mrs Applewhite instructed.

“Miss, why are both of you here?” Amy asked as she started following the instructions Mrs Applewhite gave her.

“To protect all of us Laura. To make sure nothing happens to you and to protect us if you try and make any allegations against either of us. It’s also why I left the door open when it was just us two earlier today.”

“Oh ok” Laura said now standing naked from the bottom half down infront of her teachers. “Also my bed now makes a rustling sound, do either of you know why?”

“That would be a plastic sheet, now step in” Mrs Applewhite said as she held out the oversized pull up for Laura to step into.

“Why does it have a plastic sheet on it?” Asked Laura as she slipped each leg into the leg holes of the Drynite.

“It helps protect the mattress if you leak onto the bed. The activity centre said it was mandatory because of your accident last night” Mrs Applewhite said as she pulled the pull up over Laura’s bottom gave her a quick check of the leak guards and a Pat on her back and told her she was good to go. Laura felt the smallest she’s ever felt. Almost like a toddler having her pull up put on her for the first time that she can remember. She was just about to open the door to go back to her room when Mrs Smith coughed “Are you forgetting something Laura?” She said.

Laura was just about to step outside wearing only her PJ top and her pull up. She has forgotten to put her trousers back on. She quickly turned around grabbed her bottoms and put them on before hastily thanking both teachers and running back to her room.

As she made her way back to her room she could feel the padding on her bottom as she walked but wasn’t sure if it was obvious to everyone what was underneath her PJs. She opened her bedroom door and all the girls were now ready in their PJs and about to head out. Laura forgot that she hadn’t used the toilet all day and set out with the other girls to the meeting point and onto the camp fire. She whispered into Amy’s ear “is it noticeable?” Amy had a quick look and although she could see it a little bit it wasn’t to noticeable and decided to lie to her friend and tell her she couldn’t see a thing. After a short walk a clearing in the woods came into view with a big open fire and logs placed all the way around for the children to sit on. As they all took their place and were handed a cup with hot chocolate in and a pack of marshmallows and a stick to roast them over the open fire Laura felt a tingle in her bladder telling her she needed to pee badly. Her arm shot up in the arm and Mrs Smith acknowledged it. “Can I use the toilet please Mrs Smith?”

“No Laura, toilets are back at the rooms and I can’t let you go off on your own without adult supervision and I can’t leave Mrs Applewhite here alone with this number of children. You’ll have to wait till we all go back in about 30 mins”.

Laura was in trouble, she wasn’t sure she could last the 30 minutes without having an accident.

After about 20 minutes of struggling to stay dry Laura stood up to get her rubbish that just blew away in the wind. As she bent down to pick it up a stream of urine hit her pull up causing Laura to jolt back up in shock. She stood there frozen in fear as her bladder continued it’s involuntary release into her pull up. Laura couldn’t believe it. She had never had a day time accident since she was potty trained at 3 but here she was wetting her pull up like a toddler. She quickly tried to regain focus and control but her bladder had already emptied and the absorbent padding of the Drynite was getting to work soaking it all up. As Laura put her rubbish in the bin Mrs Smith declared the camp fire over and started walking all the students back to their rooms. She caught up with Laura and reminded her to use the toilet before going to bed. Laura looked a bit embarrassed especially as she had just soaked her pull up but lied and said she would. Laura didn’t tell Mrs Smith as she didn’t want anyone to know she had a daytime accident. She figured she could hide it as a night time accident in the morning and no one would know.

Laura struggled to get off to sleep in an already saturated pull up but after what seemed like an hour of tossing and turning she finally drifted off to sleep. Laura woke up to the early spring sunshine creeping into the room through a crack in the curtains. As she rolled over she rolled directly into a huge wet patch in the middle of the bed that startled her awake. She felt all around her and realised she had completely soaked the bed and her PJs. It appeared as if the Drynite didn’t do a thing to help her last night. Then she remembered she went to bed already wet. There must have been no capacity left in it. She waddled over to Amy and woke her up. “Amy” she whispered “can you get Mrs Smith for me please”.

To be continued.

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Discovering your ABDL partner’s true identity and supporting them to not hide from it.

For some ABDLs, this is just a sexual fetish where they’ll wear once or twice a week for sex and that’s it. However, for the majority, it’s much more than that and you’ll know this if your partner wears a diaper outside of sex-oriented times and especially if they talk about how diapers make them feel better/happier and less stressed/anxious.

Realizing that this was more than just a fetish for my boyfriend was a big turning point for me and I made the decision that I wanted to help him accept and embrace who he was rather than him being ashamed. The mental health improvement for him of me doing this was greater than I could have imagined and is the main driver why I produce this content to try to help others.

The vast majority of ABDLs struggle with the feelings of shame and fears of their secret being discovered which often develop from childhood and their early teenage years. This comes from a general lack of acceptance of non-conformist lifestyles and it’s although it’s something we’re seeing change positively for LGBTQ+ people, widespread acceptance of ABDL is still a while away. This shame causes stress, anxiety, binge/purge cycles, and other mental health issues.

The crazy thing is ABDL is in no way “bad” or “wrong”, they have a preference to wear a different type of underwear which makes them feel better and enjoy not having to use dirty toilets all the time. Some might also like acting younger to destress or like the feeling of being forced to wear/use diapers. But crucially none of this has a negative impact on themselves as they aren’t causing harm to their bodies (unlike alcohol, fast food & drugs do) or harm to others around them. Equally wearing diapers isn’t even at all uncommon in the general population, in most western countries more adult diapers are sold than baby diapers now and it’s estimated that up to 10% of adults are wearing some sort of incontinent product on a daily basis.

I believe strongly that you should treat this as being part of their identity and not something that should be restricted, shamed, or avoided. 

A big challenge for partners though is because of this shame and feeling of guilt your partner is likely hiding some or all of their real identity from you. 

Discovering their true identity

Below are the key and common elements to ABDL identity and hopefully the questions under each section should help you identify which applies to your partner. You might be able to ask these to yourself but also don’t be afraid to directly ask your partner as well.

Diapers

Do they enjoy wearing adult diapers?

Does wearing diapers make them feel safer or more comfortable?

Are they less stressed or anxious when wearing diapers?

If nobody would find out, would they always wear a diaper?

If they’ve answered yes to 2 or more of these then it’s clear that wearing diapers is a key part of their identity.

Diaper usage

Are they happy to wet their diaper at home?

Are they happy to wet their diaper in public?

Are they happy to mess their diaper at home?

Are they happy to mess their diaper in public (as long as nobody is inconvenienced)?

Does the idea of being a bedwetter appeal to them?

Does the idea of being incontinent appeal to them?

These are straightforward but look for signs of hesitation. They might be embarrassed to answer these truthfully, especially the ones about messing so push hard to get an answer and tell they you just want the truth.

Middle Behaviors (4- 12 years old) 

Do they like acting like a child?

Do they enjoy childish activities such as coloring, playing with lego, and watching cartoons?

Do they like to dress in childish clothing such as bright colors & printed t-shirts?

Treat these responses as a way to work out how “middle” they are. Think of this like a spectrum from not a middle at all to they would love to live life as a middle.

Baby Behaviors  (1- 3 years old) 

* Do they often wear baby-themed adult diapers?

* Do they like to wear patterned onesies?

* Do they have or would like to wear other adult baby clothing at home?

* Do they feel more relaxed when sucking on a pacifier?

* If they could choose would they like to drink from bottles or sippy cups?

* Are they able to regress and act like a baby or toddler?

* Do they enjoy watching baby and toddler TV shows?

* Would they like to add AB furniture to our home, like a crib or high chair?

Treat these responses as a way to work out how “baby” they are. Think of this like a spectrum from not having baby tendencies, to they would love to like life as a baby if they could. Most people will be in the middle area of these extremes.

I’d divide this up into 5 levels:

No AB tendencies = answered no to all of the questions

Novice AB = Answered yes to the top two questions and maybe one other question

Intermediate AB =  Answered yes to 4 questions but potentially struggles to regress fully

Experienced AB = Answered yes or potentially to most questions

Full AB = Answered yes to everything

Forced Diapers & Regression

* Do they like the idea of being forced to wear diapers?

* Do they like the idea of being forced to use their diapers?

* Do they like the idea of being forced to be a baby?

* Do they like the idea of being treated as / dressed as a different gender? (e.g. man dressed as a baby girl)

* Do they like the idea of being restrained such as through bondage or locking clothing? 

If they answer yes to a question, ask how often they’d want to feel forced. Is it just occasional or all the the time. It would be quite common for someone to answer they’d like to be forced to wear diapers all the time but only occasionally forced to be a baby.

What’s next?

Asking these questions to yourself or them directly should now give you a good idea of their ABDL identity.

Diaper wearing and usage

Let’s start with the first two sections on diapers and usage. Seeing as you’re reading this I’m sure they answered yes to most of the diaper questions. It’s also likely they like using their diapers for at least wetting.

Given you now know that wearing and using diapers makes them happier you should ask yourself what is stopping them from wearing all the time. The answer is likely a combination of:

* They’re worried you won’t approve

* They feel guilty about having these desires generally

* They feel awkward wearing around you or asking if they can wear 

* They’re worried they’ll be discovered

* They’re in a period of low self-worth after an orgasm

The first three you can solve by actively encouraging them to wear as much as possible, you know this makes them happier and have better mental health so for me at least this was a no-brainer.

The fear of discovery is massively overblown, give them assurance their diaper is hidden when leaving the house and in the extremely unlikely event someone does notice you can easily say their having some waterworks issues. People however unless very close friends or family won’t mention anything.

This final one is extremely common in men and the best way to solve is by making sure either they have no choice but to stay diapered after an orgasm or use a chastity cage to prevent them in the first place. The latter I’ve found to be very helpful for my partner if you’re open to it and it has lots of benefits for you too.

So I overall I cannot recommend highly enough that  you encourage or force your partner to be diapered as much as possible. You might want exceptions for work and family initially but your goal (knowing that the time in diapers helps them) is to keep them diapered as much of each day as feasible.

If they didn’t answer with a hard no to any of the first 4 usage questions, then their diapers should be their toilet when wearing. If they do have a hard limit on messing then that can be accommodated but make sure it’s not just them saying what they think you want to hear.

Regression

If they identify as middle then this is easy to accommodate and just make sure you let them know that you want them to explore this side of themselves and they shouldn’t feel embarrassed to do childish activities at home. Buy them coloring books, lego sets and put cartoons on tv for them without them asking are easy ways to show this support.

Most will have identified with baby activities to some degree. If they’re in the novice or intermediate categories then your main role is to be supportive and encourage them with these simple baby elements. Help them pick out baby-themed diapers for the day or buy new ones online together. At night always have them dressed in a baby onesie and encourage a pacifier to be used before bed. Giving them a nighttime drink in a bottle will show your support and is convenient to drink in bed.

If they’re in the experienced or full ab categories you will need to consider more significant involvement. At these levels you should try help them get into a baby headspace lasting several hours at least 3 times a week. When in this headspace you should treat them completely as a baby, helping feed, check and change them and giving them baby toys or shows to watch. This time will massively destress them so it’s worth the effort. Outside of these times baby clothing and diapers should be the norm at home with pacifier usage encouraged at any time they want. If you have a spare room and can afford it, creating a dedicated nursery for them can be life-changing for them and keep everything in one easy place which can be locked when you have guests.

This might feel extreme to you right now but our experience is people become more AB over time so you should prepare the slowly move up the bands.

Forced Diapers & Regression

I don’t think this element gets talked about enough but many ABDLs are driven by the desire for it to be forced upon them.

If they’ve said they want to be forced to wear and use diapers occasionally then make sure that a few times a week you present them with diapers and tell them they’re in them until you say so. Forcing them to use their diapers can be achieved through making sure they drink plenty and using laxatives or suppositories.

If they have said they’d like to be forced all the time then the solution is clear. Read our article on making the decision for them and return them to diapers full time, make it clear you’re forcing this decision for them as you know it what they want and it will be good for them. They will resist at points but stand firm, they’ll thank you later. 

Even if they’re in diapers full time with no toilet privileges, you should still force them to truly lose control twice a week. I recommend doing one suppository a week; before watching tv or a film together, before sending them out of the house to go shopping or randomly in the daytime when their next change is a few hours away. And also using a tablet laxative once a week which can be given in the evening to ensure they lose control overnight.

Depending on their answer to being force to be baby, use this to dictate the frequency. If occasionally, then a few times a week make sure you treat them as a baby at the more extreme end. For example have an evening where you feed them their dinner while they sit in AB clothes and a thick diaper. Or surprise them with a whole day at the weekend where they must act like a baby.

If they’re like that more permanently, use the same guide as above but make sure they’re always in baby attire at home. You should also seriously consider creating a nursery room if possible.

Gender is easy as if that’s something they want just switch the types of diapers and clothing you buy for them and call them your baby girl, etc.

Bondage elements should generally be included if forced diapers is something they need. At a minimum use restrictive clothing to prevent them from accessing their diapers, rear zipping onesies or all-in-ones are ideal. Even adaptive clothing combined with padded mittens works well. When unsupervised access to their diapers should be prevented where possible and they should get used to asking to be changed or released if they’re changing themselves.

A locking diaper cover or belt is a good addition. Finally, they should experience times when they’re completely restrained and using their diapers is forced upon them. For daytime a straightjacket is ideal and it is perfect to watch TV together or prevent them from using their phone. My favorite is using bed restraints combined with an overnight laxative so they experience a true feeling of helplessness.

Summary

Hopefully this has been helpful and helps you understand what your partner identifies as. If this all feels too much I’d recommend starting with the diaper and usage elements first as this is normally the most important step and then layer in the AB and forced elements over the next couple of months.

I’m also conscious that I’ve likely missed off a big section I should have covered so let me know in the comments.

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Nothing makes you feel littler than when Papa puts you in tummy time.

You love the feel of the soft fabric of the big fleece blanket on your delicate skin.

The inevitable tiredness you have from lifting your neck makes you feel like an actual infant, learning to lift their head on their own.

The mind numbing boredom of being trapped in one spot with nothing to entertain you but baby toys forces you into littlespace.

Plus, being forced to lie on your tummy reinforces the squishy feeling of the wet diaper pressed against your sensitive big kid parts.

It's no wonder that Papa 'encourages' hours of tummy time everyday, reinforcing your position in the house, while he looks on, laughing as you squirm at his feet like the perfect little frustrated baby you are!

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All the stars have disappeared. I don’t understand why?

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Baby’s bay off

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Wet messy and about to be sticky before heading off for work

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That was a good day off work. Now back to adult life for a bit 😢

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Teddy snuggles for this little one

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Ready for nap time.

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I love turning grown women into helpless wittle babies. Makes my heart melt like a popsicle on the 4th of July

Do you want this treatment? Do you want to become daddy’s little girl?

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Sprung a leak this morning! Think I need a change!

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When gaming and you don’t want to take a break