He’d had a diaper fetish for as long as he could remember, and had learned to live with it as an adult. It had taken years to accept it as part of himself as it had started when he was very young. He never knew why, but as a child, he always had a strange obsession with diapers and a desire to wear them. He never actually had access to real baby diapers when he was that young…at least not before the age of 13. He would indulge his desires by making fake diapers out of anything that would work, using towels, tissues, plastic garbage bags and tape, anything that he could fashion into a diaper. The desires became even stronger as he approached puberty.
Nearly every night after bed time when alone in his room, he would find a way to wear his fake diapers. He would wait until he was sure his parents were asleep and there was no threat of being disturbed, then he would put on his fake diaper. He didn’t know what He was doing at the time, only that it felt good, it felt right; it felt like something he needed to do. Finally one night when he was 12, he had his first climax while wearing one of the fake diapers.
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Michelle was 24, she had been out of college for 2 years now and was working as an intern for an investment firm. Michelle had been working hard all year long and was finally on vacation for the summer, for the first time in her life she was taking a full 2 weeks off. Michelle was driving through rural Maine on her way to her family’s lake house, the plan was to spend the fist week at the lake house with her best friend stephine. Stephine, (Steph) was driving up from Boston later in the week. Michelle and Steph had known each other since kindergarden and shared all of their secrets. They were such close friends that when it had come time to go to college Michelle and Steph applied to the same schools, were both accepted at UNC, and roomed together thourgh the four years.
Michelle’s deepest secret was her bedwetting problems. At the age of 5 when her parents had been divorced, Michelle began wetting the bed. After several attempts to control the problem Michelle’s mother finally gave up and put Michelle back in diapers at night. Michelle was a small girl and wore pampers right up until the age of 14 when her bedwetting problem finally subsided. Steph was the only person other than Michelle’s mother who had known of Michelle’s bedwetting problem. One night during a sleep over when the two girls were about 11, Michelle confided in Steph that she had begun to enjoy wearing her diapers, and had even put on a diaper when she had been home alone just for fun. Steph admitted to Michelle that she was always curious to know what it felt like to wear them. During the sleep over, Michelle let Steph wear one of her diapers to see how it felt. The two girls giggled and played in Michelle’s room wearing their diapers and even wet them on purpose. Michelle and Steph seceretly continued to play in diapers during sleep overs until Michelle stopped wetting at age 14.
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by Jennifer Loraine
Brian could not understand how he had managed it! After months of talking, he had finally conned his wife into playing baby games with him. He lay on the floor listening to her cooing softly to him; “The time for playing games is over, Brian. I’ve made your fantasy come true. You’ve been changed into a real baby – you’ll be my baby boy forever and ever. You know I’ve always wanted a baby. I was so sad when I found out we couldn’t have one. You should have told me before we got married that you were sterile. Since you can’t father a baby, you’ll take the place of the baby you should have given me,” she teased. “You’ll be my baby instead, so I’ll have my wish too!”
Brian smiled at the thought of being her baby. Somehow just saying it had made it seem true. “Cathy’s the perfect mommy for me,” he thought as he recalled the events of the past ten hours. She had diapered him before going to bed and held him while he suckled her teats like a baby. He had fallen asleep in her arms, his face nestled between her ample breasts. When he awoke in the morning, she had given him warm cocoa in a baby bottle and let him lie on the rug. He was surprised at the slightly bitter taste of the cocoa, he supposed that she had put in too much cocoa powder when she made it. Still, the sweet chocolatey mixture tasted good and the mildly cloying flavor brought back pleasant childhood memories. He sucked on his bottle and watched morning cartoons on tv while she sat on the couch and knitted. When he told her he needed to pee, she told him to go ahead and use his diapers. He relaxed and let himself dribble a little into his diaper. All at once, his control vanished and he found himself soaking his diaper like a toddler.
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A rainy day again. All I could see through the kitchens window was falling water. Damn, why happens it always in the weekend? We’ve planed to go out that night!My thoughts circled for possible solutions and I hoped, that one of my friends has found a guy with a car, because I don’t like to ruin my hair! * sigh *
Why I was here again? Oh yeah, I needed some glasses and a coke for our mix-drinks. Yeah, that was it. I had to take a glass as spare and enough to drink, because I didn’t want to leave my room until this evening.
Let’s see… five glasses, checked! ….four litre coke…double checked! Now I only needed to carry it up to my room.” * urgh* A dumb idea, to come here alone and I cursed myself for wearing this tight shirt, because there was no way to use it as carrying help. But I would still make it!
I bumped the light switch of the kitchen with my nose and walked fully loaded to the stairs. One bottle under each arm and five glasses pressed with my hands to my body aren’t easy to hold on ,but I was optimistic and I climbed the stairs without to doubt.
And you know what? It was just fate, that it happened with the last step. One of the glasses slipped away and fell to the ground. And I looked downwards with wide eyes, while this darn refugee fell down in slow motion. If I had a free hand I would try to catch it, but I couldn’t do anything in this situation.
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Carlos Cagle walked his way to school down the sidewalk. Bored already of the morning events and not looking forward to a full day of school. He was a normal average 15-year-old teenage boy with his backpack thrown limply over his shoulder.
Carlos was thinking dully of the big math test that was to be given that day. Carlos was hopeful he would come down with the flu or some freak snow storm to hit. Desperate for an escape from another boring day of school Carlos looked up at the sky, another clear beautiful day with bright blue skies and a few clouds.
Returning his gaze to the street ahead he saw an ice cream truck. Strange thing was it looked like an old fashion one. The truck was old looking in _style_, but appeared to be new. Digging in his pocket for a bit of money Carlos was eager to grab a treat to take his mind off his troubled thoughts.
Scanning the painted menu on the side of van he looked for something with a little chocolate on it. Ice cream, cones, and flavors were only thing on the very top. Looking down at the very bottom in very small print was the words below.
“Available upon request.”
His mind was puzzled by this. Carlos re-read the sign again to be sure.
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Candy liked hanging around Diggy’s Records, mostly because the DJs that shopped there were so cute. She also got the first word on the big raves that sprung up. She was almost a vampire now, she realized with amusement. Ever since her seventeenth birthday, she had been doing raves 2 to 4 times a week, dancing between the hours of 11PM and 9AM.
Diggy tolerated the girls like Candy, who would loiter on the steps of his shop – they were good for business in their own little way. He fussed around his records and got the invites and promotional cards ready for all the raves this week. He noticed that one of the upcomers was called “Daycare.” He shook his head. This whole child-trip was going a little far… adults on scooters, teenagers with pigtails… raves just weren’t the same anymore.
Candy and her friends gathered around the new cards Diggy had put on the counter. Candy snatched up the Daycare card.
“Check it out! Wow!” The card was really cool, pink and cut in the shape of a teddy bear, with tiny computer art baby toys. The promoter of this party was pretty damn slick.
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German Translation: Die Rutsche von tbcg
Margaret watched her 5 year old daughter at the top of the big slide with a touch of nervousness. The Sasha was no longer a toddler, but Margaret wondered if the huge slide would be too much for her. Last year, it was out of the question, though Sasha had pleaded with her to go down it. It was an odd thing: metal, but with a red plastic tube-like portal halfway down. It seemed like an odd mix of two slide designs. Sasha sat down carefully and pushed off. Margaret watched her daughter shoot out of the tube, surprised at how much speed she had gained. She intercepted the little girl at the bottom, picking her up and swinging her around to enhance the experience. Sasha erupted in laughter—the kind of little-girl-laughter that warms the soul.
“Now YOU go down, Mommy!” Sasha said excitedly, pointing up at the slide.
“Oh, I don’t know sweety, we have to go now… it’s almost supper time.” Said Margaret in a grown-up tone. Sasha was pulling on her arm.
“Come on Mommy, be a kid again… please?” Margaret sighed. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? She looked around at the other families in the small park. They might have a good laugh, but who cares? Life is too short, she thought. She climbed the steps of the slide and sat down at the top. She looked down the length of the slide. It wasn’t much of a distance for her. She secretly wished she was young enough to really get a bang out of the ride. She shoved off and yelled “Wheeee!” really loudly as she whooshed downwards.
Instead of flying off the end of the slide, she slowed down and came to stop at the bottom, a shocked look on her face. It was an incredible knowledge, a horrible realization that hit her as she came to a stop. Her mind reeled with the implications—it couldn’t be possible.
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