It was a Friday afternoon and I was round at Jakes house, we were both in his living room playing on his Xbox whilst his mother was doing some paper work.
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.
We were getting on so well we had already decided that same day to have a sleepover that evening.
Jake had just beaten me on a racing game that we were playing, text on the screen said ‘GAME OVER’ which was kind of a relief as I needed the bathroom anyway.
I told Jake I did and he told me his bathroom was upstairs.
“Back in a minute” I said as I got up and made my way slowly upstairs.
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.
“Jake honey” his mother said “I know your friends staying over tonight but you still have to wear a diaper tonight as usual”
“Yeah whatever” Jake replied as if implying he would but she didn’t need to point out the obvious.
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.
Continue reading The TBDL, the bedwetter and the sleepover
Through the lens of her spyglass Lilith looked for victims carefully. People who had scorned her in the past were her top priority, but those ahead of her in her field too were good choices. There was Felicia Moon, a pretty blonde girl that sat behind Lilith in her meta-physics lecture; she always got on Lilith’s nerves for chewing her gum too loudly. Another good choice would be Matthew Millsbe, maybe she could even get the machine to think he was a girl; that would be a riot.
She turned away from the lens and stared at her creation. She called it the Nanny-bot and it did exactly as its name suggested. Outfitted with all the necessities to turn one of her classmates into an overgrown infant, it had taken quite a while to build and even longer to work out all the kinks; her bottom was still sore from the time the robot assumed her to be a child in need of a spanking.
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Michael stared in disbelief at what his coworker held. The two of them had snuck off around 2 p.m. as they usually did every day for a quick smoke or chat; only this time Cassandra had led him to one of the storage closets on one of the less populated floors. This particular one held unmarked boxes from floor to ceiling and Cassandra had just finished pulling down and opening one of them.
“Cass, what is that?” She hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights if she knew where the switch was, and Michael had been too busy being confused to pay much attention to the lighting.
“Here, hold it. I’ll let you figure it out.” Cass handed off the thick rectangle. In Michael’s hands it made a soft crinkling sound as he moved it around. He felt folds and began to unfold it.
“What is this, Cass? Did you bring me here to weird me out?”
Cass moved closer to him. He had to admit, despite his confusion, this was one of their more arousing encounters. Michael had always hoped to pique her interest, but Cass always seemed the type of girl that needed a bit more than he could offer. Handling the object a bit more roughly, Michael determined that he had finally opened fully whatever he was holding. It felt like it had an hourglass shape but was more rounded toward the thin part.
“Cass…is this…” Michael suddenly felt a hand groping his cock through his slacks.
Continue reading Diapers aren’t Office Supplies
by Mina Taylor
There was something about #2629 that always made Wendy curious. She always noticed her more than any of the others that made the journey to Self Pleasure, the adults-only facility on the sixth floor of the nondescript office building on Brattle Street in Cambridge, Massachusetts. It wasn’t just that she was a regular customer. No, there were many of those and some far more memorable than #2629. It was something else.
It was an air about her, the way she held herself in the waiting room amidst the sea of customers dressed in loose-fitting sweats and hoodies, wearing sunglasses, doing all that they could to hide their appearance. While the others would chug sugary beverages and homemade potions of their own making, their duffel bags and backpacks at their feet, #2629 would sit quietly on the upholstered bench with just her purse, dressed in a more colorful and casual manner, fitting of one such as herself who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She would place her hands over her knees and would look forward at the doorway past the waiting room until her number was called.
Continue reading The Trouble with #2629
Disclaimer-thingy: All characters portrayed in this story engaging in sexual acts are over 18 and consenting adults. Any similarity to real people, scenarios, and diaper-related dares in which consenting adults become un-potty trained are solely for amusement purposes. And are also fun to consider.
Chapter 1: Eric and Kelly
On his twenty second birthday, Eric Homen graduated from college. It was an auspicious day, full of excitement and happiness, and all the better because the two milestones in his life coincided so perfectly. He was able to graduate with his family in attendance, celebrate his birthday with the visiting family, and generally frolic in a concluding-sort of manner for his last week of undergraduate college.
Having completed his bachelor degree in Computer Science, he had a bright future ahead of him, two open job offers on the table, and nearly an entire summer to spend with his long-term girlfriend, Kelly, before he had to start working for either company. Whichever company he chose, he wasn’t slated to start working until the end of summer (a term he had argued for in his original interviews) and that left him with several weeks of fun before moving, starting adulthood, and really getting his life together. Truly, it looked to be the best time in his life, with no real student debt to speak of, enough savings to get by for another month or two, and a new apartment in the city for he and his girlfriend Kelly to share (despite the fact that his rather religious family didn’t think it ‘proper’ for a young man and woman to live together unwed).
It was during this time of extreme happiness, just days after graduation and seeing his family fly back out west to California after the ceremony, that Kelly brought up something he hadn’t heard of before.
Continue reading How Daring
Chapter 1: An Honest Mistake
Ryan woke with a start to the loud buzz of his alarm. He groggily rolled over and stared at the bright green numbers on the clock face. 6:30 AM. He was still exhausted, but it was time to get up and get to work. He wearily slapped the ‘off’ button, happily silencing the harsh bleating of the alarm. With slow, deliberate movements Ryan scooted to the edge of his bed and stumbled slowly into wakefulness. It was a Monday which meant he needed to be at work at the University by eight, leaving him just enough time for his morning routine.
Ryan’s morning habits were simple; barely awake, Ryan would curse his alarm clock, stumble out of bed, stretch for a moment, and then go to the restroom for his morning ablutions. After his morning pee, he’d brush his teeth, spend a few minutes deciding if he was sufficiently scruffy to warrant shaving, and most days would soon head back to his room for the most important part of his daily routine. For that, he’d stumble sleepily back into his room, head for the closet, and get on with the rest of the morning routine before grabbing something small for breakfast and dashing, usually several minutes later than he ever seemed to intend, to work.
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“Has anyone given you a test yet?” Nerissa asked as she led the girl past the receiving desk.
“Oh, um… no. I didn’t know there was one?” Shannon said. She felt horribly dwarfed around the woman, especially with her this close. Shannon had been on earth until a few days ago, and she wasn’t sure if she still was on earth. Everything around her looked and seemed the same in terms of scenery, technology, language and human beings… BUT there was a glaring amount of cultural differences, mostly centered around people who were tall, the Amazons, and people who were not, the littles.
Shannon was 5 foot 6 inches tall a few days ago, and since coming ‘here’ she’d either shrunk or found out that her height was far down the low scale as whatever height she was now, Nerissa was 4 feet taller than her. There were lots of Amazons around, and more so then there were people her height.
“No worries hun, just a mix up then. Come along with me and we’ll get this all straightened out.”
It was Shannon’s first visit to the ‘wanderer home’. It was something she’d heard of that helped lost people who didn’t seem to be from this world. One scary thing she’d found since arriving was that the other’s her size seemed to blur the lines between children and adults.
Continue reading Wanderer’s Home (A Diaper Dimension Story)