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What Dreams May Come?

Zorro Daddy — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 13:14:27 +0000

What Dreams May Come

Have you ever heard someone say: “Someday, your dreams will come true”? If you’ve ever seen a Disney animated movie, chances are your answer is yes.

We all have our own dreams. They are unique and personal to each of us. Many people get online on a website such as this one to seek out information on age play, meet people who feel the same way, find and make friends and maybe even find love.

The opportunities we have because of the internet are wonderful and numerous. And it’s likely we never would have met a lot of these people otherwise.

Here an opportunity to meet new friends and acquaintances in a real life experience called NELIcon.

You may have had the desire to attend other get-togethers or munches in the past, but had too many unanswered questions to feel confident that it would not only be a worthwhile event for you, but also one that was organized and safe enough to allow you to share a very secret and passionate side of personality in a setting which made you feel comfortable.

This is understandable and a well-placed concern. Unanswered questions can do that to one’s sense of security. We intend to answer every question you may have, beginning with a few of our own:

What is NELIcon?

NELIcon stands for North East Littles Invasion convention. It is a weekend get-together for ageplay-minded littles and Bigs in New Jersey, surrounding states and areas.

It is intended for:

- anyone who feels little inside (from a newborn to a toddler to a teenager).

- those adult (or Bigs/Caregivers) of those littles.

- uncoupled Bigs or Littles.

And all are welcome. Straight, Gay, Transgendered, Baby Girls, Baby Boys, Little Girls, Little Boys, Sissy Girls, Sissy Boys, Mommies, Daddies and Nannies are all welcome to attend.

Our differences, in preference and ageplay specifics will be what unite us. This is an event dreamt of with love, planned with love and presented with love.

So when will this take place?

This ageplay convention is a weekend get-together which will take place at a hotel in Somerton, New Jersey from Friday Evening, April 15 to Sunday Afternoon, April 17, 2011.

New Jersey was chosen as the location because of its central place and ease of access from New York City, Philadelphia, Boston, the District of Columbia, Baltimore, Delaware, Connecticut, Rhode Island and all places nearby those areas.

What can be expected at this convention? What activities will be there to do?

In an extremely discretionary manner, there will be games, movies, speaker presentations, a nursery, a play room, crafts, story time, a sock hop dance, a pageant, an Easter egg hunt, a coloring contest, and a birthday party.

Also, there will be clothing vendors, sissy wear, ABDL wear, diaper companies, ABDL furniture companies and who knows what else.

The hotel will also be selling their rooms to us at a reasonable price for the two-night stay. Once you enter the hotel, you won’t need to leave until Sunday, unless you choose to.

Why should you go?

To be a part of an experience you won’t ever forget and one that will foster memories and maybe even make your dream come true.

What dreams may come?

The ones you choose to pursue.

Imagine the chance to meet other people who share the same dreams and fantasies as you have all your life at a convention which is themed to cater to your littlest emotions.

Well, now you can stop imagining it and experience it for real.

The opportunity awaits you to meet so many new friends you’ll wonder why you ever hesitated to attend an ageplay get-together in the past.

There are so many questions you may have beyond the ones listed above. To find the answers, visit the website listed in this link:

http://www.wettingwonderland.com/event/view/nelicon-11/

What Dreams May Come?

Zorro Daddy — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 13:13:31 +0000

A Diaper for Wendy

DaddyTerry — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 01:28:26 +0000

A Diaper for Wendy

Wendy is 17 and a very pretty girl with flowing long black hair and deep blue eyes. a slinder build with round pearky breast and a very cute heart shaped bottom. Wendy had fell in with the wrong crowed at school and was in and out of trouble.nothing serious but enough to drive her mother Shyla crazy.

Shyla is a self made strong woman with jet black hair and deep dark eyes and a body that most women would kill for. Firm breast a muscular build and very long legs. The phone rings it’s the school telling her of another of wendy’s indescretions. Looking up Shyla sees the clock and knows wendy will be home with in the hour and sets down in the big arm chair and waites. She hears the door open and Wendy comes bouncing in as she always does.Hi mom. Wendy set down we need to talk.wendy’s heart sinks as she knows she is introuble. I got another call from the the school and that’s the third time this mounth.Wendy starts to speak .Hush I don’t want to hear it shyla snaps.it’s always the same it was someone ealses fault. Why must you act like a two yr old .but mom. but nothing wendy you act as if you have no responsabilty for your actions.Go to your room while I figuar out what I’m going to do with you.Wendy heads up to her room and lays across her bed not even wanting to think about being punished.she puts on her head phones and listened to some music.untell she just couldn’t stay awake and drifted off to sleep.Shyla still setting and taping her fingers on arm of the chair thinking why must she act like a toddler.Then it hit her ok if she wants to act like a toddler the a toddler she shall be.Shyla gets up and heads up stairs.passing wendys room she see she is asleep as wendys door is cracked open.Shyla goes to her room and gathers her purse and keys and heads down the stair and off to the local drug store.where she gets some diapers ,powder,shaveing cream a razor and a pacie. She heads up to the counter and pays for the items and leaves the store and heads home.once home she heads up to her bed room putting down the bag and her purse and placeing her keys back on the dresser. Shyla takes the items from the bag and place them on the bed.

Hearing Wendy in the bath room Shyla takes the razor and shaveing cream and heads in there .Wendy says what are you going to do with that mom.It,s not what I’m going to do with it. It’s what your going to do. I want you to shave it as little girls don’t have hair there.Mom I am not going to shave either you will or I will and when your done come to my room.Looking at the razor and shaveing cream tears filled wendys eyes as she took her pantie off and looked at her well groomed woman hood.knowing in just a few minets it would look like that of a girl half her age.reaching in a turning on the shower she steps in and now really in tears.takes the shaveing creams and applys it and with a few stroks of the razor she was as smooth and bald as when she was a baby.wendy with her head spining steps out and wraps a towel around her and heads for Shyla ‘s room wondering what was in store for her.she enters the room to find her mom setting on the foot of the bed.Shyla reaches up and takes the towel . very nice job babygirl she says with a smile.Wendy gathers her self enough to snap (I’M Not A Baby!) the smile leaves Shyla face and is replaced with a stern look as she reachs out and gives wendy a smack on the leg.Don’t you take that tone with me young lady. Ouch mom that hurt .well it was supposed to.Now laie down on the bed.Wendy lays down as Shyla reaches over the side of the bed and comes up with a diaper and the powder.I’m not going to wear a diaper .oh but you are.as shyla grabs her legs and lifts her bottom from the bed slideing the diaper under her and lowering back on to it.struggling and trying to get away and saying I’m not a baby .shyla give wendy a sharp smack on her bare bottom now lay still.now in tears wendy gets still as shyla powders her and pulls the diaper between her legs and tapes it sunggly about her waist. Looking at her handy work.Shyla says if your going to act like a baby your going to look like one tell I say different.and don’t even think about takeing it off or the punishment will be way worse.sobbing wendy thinks what could be worse then a girl her age in a diaper.Shyla put a pink tinker bell tee on wendy that in no way covered her diaper.now really bawling and saying mom I’m sorry. Shyla takes the pacie from her pocket and pops it into wendys mouth.and smiles awwww aren’t you adorable.and from now on the bath room will be locked and you will have to use your diaper.untell you can grow up and act like a big girl.If you need changed you will have to come to me.Hearing this wendys mind was raceing thinking she can’t be serious.but knowing in her heart she was very serious.still sniffling wendy sets up and the padding between her legs held them apart just a bit and just felt weired to her .getting up from the bed wendy heads for her bed room finding it diffcult to walk .Shyla watchs as she waddles out and says get use to it .It’s going to be your life for a while

Where to go, Feeling it more than acting it, What we remember and What we learn

Nicky — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 03:28:48 +0000

I have had the pleasure of chatting and emailing with a few Mommies over the past few years. But only ever spoke with two (one on the phone and one on Yahoo voice). But sadly, I state I’ve never met a Mommy in Real Life.

I remember every one of them for what made them different from each other as well as what they all had in common.

Some were wonderful and were able to open their hearts to our conversations. Others were bitter from past disappointments and still held on to those hurt feelings. Others simply found no connection with me (some of which actually told me this outright).

But what they all possessed which made them the same was the one thing that they absolutely had to have ...

The Heart of a Mommy.

Every single person has their own take on what ABDL should be like and every little detail they prefer. Mommies are no different. And in my communications with several Mommies, it would seem to me that they like to get acquainted with an AB Baby, from the inside out, first. Perhaps to see if they have the heart of a baby or maybe to see what they will say when presented with questions they didn’t expect.

I’ve had discussions about “feelings”, “emotions”, “heart stuff”, “trust” and recently had a Mommy bring up the subject of “connections and bonding”. The more and more I thought about it, the more and more I realized they were right. The details can follow, but the foundation needs to be there.

I know that I personally feel the words more than act them. I never knew why, but I suppose it has to do with having missed out on the real life end of it so far. But feeling it more than acting it makes such logical sense I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.

I can only imagine what real life would feel like, standing in front of a Mommy and knowing that the journey to her was complex, long, depressing sometimes, but ultimately rewarding. The heart beats and that kind of nervousness you don’t enjoy but don’t actually want to go away might well be the clearest indications that you’ve done everything right up to this point.

I guess I’ve learned what the most important things are to me and what I feel the most important things are to a Mommy. And by having learned this, I may know where to go from here.

My question to everyone is:

What discoveries have you made along the way? Whether you’ve found your “significant other” or are still in the middle of your journey.

Has anyone ever found your Diapers?

Nikki Benchley — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 12:52:20 +0000

What did they say and how did you handle it? The only person to find mine was my mum and with no time to think, I came up with the crappest story ever lolz
I told her that a pipe had started to leak and I had a friend who worked with old people (the friend working with old ppl part was true!) and that he had brought the diapers round to tape over the leaky pipe!

I'm sure she couldn't have believed that story, but she didn't ever mention it again lol

Sitter and Nanny Directory

Mike A Long Beach — Sun, 02 Jan 2011 04:21:35 +0000

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Any Nannies, Daddies or Mommies interested in listing themselves should contact me at socalab@verizon.net

Happy New Year and Stay Pampered

SoCalAB

Sup

Jake — Sun, 26 Dec 2010 15:27:37 +0000

Hey everyone. So is this place new or something? First time I've ever seen a social site for stuff like this before. Just found this a few minutes ago. Actually, I'm not even sure how I found this, but whatever. How active is it around here? Aside from that, just wanted to say hi to everyone.

Zeke and Lily: Ever After

Zorro Daddy — Mon, 13 Dec 2010 02:01:52 +0000

“No Pants Day”

November 26th -

The first rays of sunlight rose up from the horizons and danced across the rooftops of the city, giving a silhouetted effect to the buildings as they escaped from their nighttime shapes. There was crispness to the air and the city greeted the new day. Dawn had arrived in Lancaster City.

The warmer mornings of summer and milder mornings of autumn had given way to the downright chilly mornings of late November. It was Friday, the day after Thanksgiving and the turkey-induced sleeping had not fully worn off yet. They city was quiet, but soon enough, the hustle of a very busy day would begin.

Lily lied peacefully in her crib as those first rays touched her window and brightened her nursery. The fetal position she went to sleep in had shifted into a sprawl. She lied flat on her back, but was still covered completely by her baby blanket due to a very attentive Daddy who checked on her several times throughout the night and re-tucked her under the blanket when she inadvertently kicked it off.

The sunlight first touched her forehead and she smiled behind her pacifier, knowing that the day would soon begin. A few minutes later, the sunlight reached her eyelids and she squeezed them in response before shrinking her body up into an early morning stretch.

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking at the day’s brightness on the ceiling and walls. She lifted her head up and then took a moment to brush back the strands of her hair that had dangled down on her face.

Sitting up, she looked around the crib in a half-asleep/half-awake state, searching for her teddy bear in amongst a sea of blankets and other stuffed animals. She placed her thumb and pointer finger on the bridge of her nose, allowing the pressure to awaken her fully before scooping up her teddy bear.

Shifting her position and leaning up against the crib bars, she looked down at the diaper between her legs and around her waist. She smiled and bounced up and down a little. It wasn’t just any diaper. It was the new Bambino teddy bear diaper. It was thicker and had a more rounded shape which contoured to her body almost perfectly. Her frame (being quite small) and her light weight (due in part to her chemo treatments) made the smallest sized diaper the best fit.

Beyond all the technical thoughts about it, it simply felt softer and made her feel even more like a little BabyGirl than she did when in any other adult diaper.

Her dark blue Penn State Nittany Lions night shirt had bunched up onto her tummy. She pulled it back down over her thighs, marveling over how she had become a Nittany Lions fan because of her Daddy, Zeke Williams.

She looked at the engagement ring on her finger and then around at all the decorations, toys, clothing, diapers and furniture that filled the room. She looked back at her night shirt and then to the door.

Soon, Zeke would open that door with a smile that would fill her with a joy like nothing she had ever felt and another day would begin. She smiled widely behind her pacifier and grabbed hold of her toes, curling up into a ball before rolling back down into a laying position.

She was filled with a happiness that sometimes overwhelmed her. It was nothing new and the fact that it happened so commonly made her even happier.

She thought back to that first email she got from him and then the day they met face-to-face at Park City (the local mall in Lancaster, PA). She recalled that first night she spent in this very apartment in this very crib and that late night diapered trip to Wal-Mart he took her on. The very next day at work she got an email from him, telling her that they would be leaving for a two-week Caribbean vacation that very afternoon!

And the memories kept coming back to her quickly.

She thought about that vacation and how they took a cruise ship from Miami to Nassau Island in the Bahamas. She remembered the incredible beaches, swimming with dolphins, whale watching, the night time walks in the sand, Jimbo’s spirit shop, the other local stores and restaurants.

Then in a moment of deeper reflection, she recalled how abruptly that vacation ended when she collapsed on the beach and how, while having an out of body experience, she watched Zeke call 911 and then perform CPR on her until the paramedics arrived.

Those memories led to thoughts of Mr. Woody, a red-haired elf who visited her in his dreams and helped her some of those most troubling moments of her life. She hadn’t had a dream with him in it since they returned from the Bahamas. And while it saddened her that she hadn’t dreamt about Mr. Woody, it also made her happy because Mr. Woody told her that he was appearing in her dreams to help her. If she didn’t dream about him, then she didn’t need any help.

She remembered waking up in Lancaster General Hospital and learning that she had Hodgkin’s disease. The doctors told her that her condition was treatable, but it would be a slow recovery.

Zeke stayed by her side every step of the way and spent entire nights sleeping in an uncomfortable chair next to her hospital bed. She remembered the day she checked of the hospital and the fight Zeke got into with her abusive father who showed up as they were leaving.

Then Zeke took her home and babied her until she was overwhelmed with attention. And then he proposed to her. Oh, what a wonderful memory that was! It happened just as she hoped it would some day. He knelt on one knee and did it right.

Since that day, she had been living in his apartment with him. She was unable to return to work at the Lancaster Newspaper Company because of her health, but wonderful news came to her a few weeks ago when the newspaper asked her to write a weekly column about dealing with Hodgkin’s disease.

Earlier in the fall, she kept a journal to help her work through some of the inadequacies she felt and other troubling thoughts she didn’t know what to do with. She decided, however, to write about happy things in her journal instead. So she wrote about what she and Zeke did.

In that time, she met Keira, a mid-20’s girl who shared a common interest with Lily about submission. She and Keira became best friends forever. And her husband, Grant, befriended Zeke.

Lily and Zeke also met Heather and Frank, a couple who shared the Daddy/BabyGirl dynamic in common with them.

And then there was Erica, who was a super-sexual dominatrix/slave/boy toy/tramp. It all depended on how she felt that day and who her current boyfriend was.

She introduced her older sister, Taylor (who she called Tay-Tay), to Zeke and she was happy when she learned that Tay-Tay had found a boyfriend, too. His name was Billy and he was a mechanic.

So much had happened to her inside of a few short months. She met the man of her dreams, took an amazing vacation with him, fell ill with Hodgkin’s disease, got engaged, moved in with Zeke, met a group of local couples with some non-vanilla relationships and saw her entire life change in the process.

And now here she was, at the end of November. She was getting closer to her wedding day, the holiday season had begun and her first column writing was to appear in the morning newspaper today. Needless to say, she was very happy, despite her frail health.

As she lay there waiting for Zeke to come in and say good morning before changing her diaper, one more happy thought came to her mind. Zeke landed the book deal he was hoping to get with a publishing company up in New York. Some time in the month of December, he would be taking a trip up to meet with them.

She had almost exhausted herself with memories of the recent past, but she wasn’t done remembering things just yet. And it stood to reason that she would continue to occupy her mind with them until Zeke appeared at her nursery door. After all, she was female and therefore was an expert at thinking about ten different things all at once while worrying about six others and performing three tasks simultaneously. So, lying in her crib and thinking of happy memories while wetting her diaper was no big challenge at all.

Oh my! She was wetting herself! And she hadn’t even realized it until she felt the heaviness saturating the diaper between her legs.

She smiled and didn’t shift in discomfort. She believed that when a girl had nothing to hide, she would grow comfortable with who she was and where she was. And if she kept her life as an opened book, she would reach a place of comfort where nothing could ever reach her to hurt her.

It was a very risky belief and she may well have been setting herself up for serious trouble. She may well have been hurt, but then she met Zeke and everything changed. All those crucial little pieces necessary for her dream world to be real suddenly appeared and fell into place where they belonged. Of all the blessings she had received in the past few months, that was the most meaningful of all and the one for which she was most thankful.

Thankful was what yesterday was all about. Her thanksgiving had started at Zeke’s mother’s house for lunch, then moved to her sister’s house for dinner and concluded with a night on the town with Keira, Heather, Erica and all their guys.

But thankful was also what every moment of her life had become. She went from uncertainty with unfulfilled dreams to a lifetime with Zeke which she could clearly see. Their forthcoming wedding and marriage, their lives together and the day she would become a mother all seemed so very close. She could hardly wait for all of it to happen, but always stopped herself from thinking that way. If she spent too much time looking to what the future would bring, she would stand the risk of missing out on her life of the moment.

And then, without any notice, the door slowly cracked open. Standing in the doorway was her Daddy, her lover, her soul mate and her happily ever after – all rolled into one … Zeke.

He opened the door completely and Pretzel came running in with an excitement to say good morning to her. Lily got up on her knees and awaited Zeke to lower the side of her crib so she could pick Pretzel up and hug her.

She didn’t wait long as he walked over to the crib and did so, lowering the crib in just enough time for Pretzel to be able to clear it with her first jump up into the crib, onto Lily’s lap and into her arms.

Pretzel began licking Lily’s face and she lied back down on the crib mattress, giggling like a little girl. Taking a break from licking, Pretzel panted her excitement out as Lily had begun scratching behind her ears.

Her little blonde puppy was another blessing she had forgotten to think about in her memory session of moments ago. She and this little dog had found a way to bond to each other’s souls almost instantly on the day they met.

Zeke walked over to the window and twirled the venetian blinds open, letting the sun shine in. He set something on the little table next to the window before walking over to her crib side.

Watching the two of them say good morning, he smiled brightly. He was so happy to see she was enjoying herself. Lily had been through so much and it made him feel good that he could bring joy to her heart.

He flipped her night shirt back up onto her tummy and felt the bottom of her diaper. He unfastened her diaper tapes. The very sound of her diaper tapes transformed her persona into shy and little. She never stopped playing with Pretzel as this happened, but was feeling the effects of being babied all ready. It was a wonderful feeling that formed in the center of her tummy and moved outward, covering every inch of her body and filling her senses with a joy she never knew existed before he met her and made her feel this way.

Zeke would make her feel this way over and over again each day. And every time he did it made her feel like it had never happened. She had grown so accustomed to feeling like his baby that after a while it hardly startled her, but she still got that babyish sensation.

She would be sitting on the couch watching a SpongeBob cartoon when he would walk into the living room and place a hand on her diaper to check. Every time she would melt for him and it was this melting which would soon become the most powerful emotion of all, taking hold of her heart strings and making her feel helpless.

She would remain in this state and in need of his attentive hands and loving heart for hours at a time before she came back to her senses and was able to function individually again. And all along the way, she would find herself in a utopia she never dreamed possible to reach, yet he lifted her up to that summit again and again. She fell deeply in love with him for many reasons, but perhaps the greatest reason of all was how good he made her feel about who she was.

Zeke lifted her bottom and legs up in the air as Pretzel went back to licking her face. She licked Lily’s face and then sneezed, an indication that the little pooch was very happy. Why it made her sneeze, no one really knew, but it was a hysterical sight to behold every time she had a sneezing fit.

Lily returned to laughing for a moment before she felt the cool touch of a wipe to her bottom. She gasped and then closed her eyes, freezing in place.

Pretzel jumped down from the crib and sprinted out of the room so she could run laps around the living room and up and down the hallway. Having said good morning to Lily, she now had all sorts of new energy that needed to be burned off with activity.

Lily remained frozen with her legs and bottom in the air. She felt exposed, beyond the nakedness of her midsection. It was an exposure of the center of her soul, revealing how the slightest touch would make her crumble. It was that melting reaction and it brought her elation as it always did.

His touch was so gentle, a fact she never got used to. This was a guy doing this to her. Guys didn’t understand how to touch a girl in such a tender way as this. And they certainly didn’t understand that the memory of that touch had a meaning all in itself which would stay within a girl’s mind for the rest of the day. Yet somehow, some way, Zeke was able to affect her so profoundly with a simple wiping of her skin.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him with a gaze of love that told him he had just taken claim and ownership of her heart for the millionth time. He smiled back at her and gave her a wink. Zeke was no dummy. He knew the effects he had on her and he knew how to make them more intense.

He lowered her bottom and legs back onto the crib mattress as he slid the wet diaper to the other end of the crib. He had learned, after a serious of unfortunate events, to not drop a diaper onto the floor, even if just for a short amount of time. They had a dog now and diapers on the floor made for great chew toys for Pretzel to shred.

Parting her knees and spreading her bent legs, he took another wipe to her front and continued the caress of her skin. With the same gentle touch, he wiped her peach, taking time to not give her an emotion which was adult in nature.

Lily let the pacifier fall from her mouth as he sat her up and she lifted her hands to the sky. He lifted the night shirt up off her body and then she sat before him, naked from head to toe.

She felt very little at this point, but also very comfortable, strangely enough. Zeke not only was wearing clothes, but he was prepared to leave all ready. She was completely naked, unbathed and hadn’t even gotten out of her crib yet. She felt like a baby, unable to care for herself and awaiting his directions.

He stood up and extended his hands to her. This always meant he would be picking her up into his arms and this would lead to many different trips to many different locations in the apartment for many different reasons. He would even pick her up and carry her when they were out in public sometimes. It was always such a wonderful feeling to be in his arms and such an inviting place to be.

She smiled, extended her hands to him and up into his arms she went. As she had done so many times before, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder with the tip of her nose touching his neck.

It was when in this position and under the influence of this emotion that she felt completely at ease and most comfortable with her body. When in his arms, she didn’t look around to see who might be watching nor did she worry if what she was doing was right or what he wanted. Wrapped around his body and relying on him for her life at that moment, she found the leisure of her mind which never entered in to any other moment of her day or night.

He picked up her baby blanket and covered her back with it, wrapping it around her legs and feet. His body and the blanket enveloped her frame with soothing warmth. It felt so good she no longer found herself unable to move because of emotion, but now unwilling to move because of how wonderful it felt to be in his arms, swaddled in that baby blanket.

Seeing how much enjoyment she was receiving from being held, he kept her in his arms but sat on the rocking chair, placing her across his lap.

The rocking chair faced the only window in her nursery. He pulled on the string at the window and drew the venetian blinds up, revealing the beautiful sunrise. The frost of morning, though not in full force as it would be in winter, covered the edges of the window pane. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen anywhere and on this morning Carolina had nothing on these blue skies.

Zeke picked up the baby bottle he set on the little table next to the window. She looked up at him with an adorable pair of puppy dog eyes.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said softly as she took the nipple into her mouth, placed her head on his chest and looked out the window.

He kissed her on the forehead and wrapped his arms around her tightly. His silence of the day so far meant only that he wasn’t awake enough yet for conversation. There was a point in time, not too long ago, when his silence worried her that something might have been wrong. And once she thought something was wrong, her mind began to do that female thing of trying to break everything down to its separate components, analyze each individual reaction and movement in the hopes of discovering the problem.

Luckily, she now knew that he didn’t speak right away in the morning because he simply wasn’t awake enough yet to do so. He had to explain this to her probably a dozen times before she believed him and she always felt silly when she thought of how long she didn’t believe him.

Her morning bottle was always filled with apple juice which was the perfect drink to cut through the dryness of a morning throat. She had learned that smaller swallows made for a better feeling in her tummy and they also served to extend the length of her bottle time just a little bit longer without making it obvious she was doing so.

Not having been re-diapered meant there was a tub of hot bath water cooling down to the right temperature. So she was in no hurry to get through her bottle. She had a feeling that she would be in no hurry to rush through anything they were going to do that day. So, in that regard, mere thoughts of the plans ahead didn’t fill her with any anxiety. This enabled her to simply enjoy each second she was with him.

He rubbed her back through the blanket, and then her legs and bottom in the same fashion. This was a different sensation than his hands to her bare skin. Her baby blanket was very plush and extremely soft. So it gave her a different feel when it covered her and certainly when it was rubbed against her.

She elated in the softness she felt wrapped in, the love that kept her heart beating and the littleness that consumed her mind. And as she neared the end of her bottle, her eyes wandered to the button of his shirt which she started playing with.

Seeing she was done, Zeke stood up, carried her over to the crib where he placed the baby blanket he removed from around her and headed for the hallway.

Having bottle fed her several times every day for months now, he had found the most effective way to burp her. Heading for the bathroom, he waited for her to inhale before his drummed his fingers on the middle of her back, pressing inward at the right moment to help her produce the burps she so desperately needed.

Being carried into the bathroom, she sighed and relaxed her head on his shoulder, the tell-tale sign that her burping was done. On some occasions, it took a few attempts to get the multiple burps she would need out of her, but this time, he did it with one try and she finished it with one burp.

This was just in time for her to sit up in his arms and take a look at everything he had prepared in the bathroom. Sitting next to the sink was her diaper bag, filled with an extra outfit and the necessaries for a diaper change. It was packed and ready to go. Sitting on the edge of the sink was a pair of jeans, a white hooded sweatshirt, a t-shirt, a bra, a pair of socks and a pair of sneakers, all stacked in one neat pile. On the other side of the sink was her make-up kit.

He walked over to the tub which was filled with bath water that had the largest mound of bubbles covering the surface she had ever seen. He kept his left arm under her bare bottom, but bent down and stuck his right hand into the water, testing it for temperature.

He brought his right hand back out of the water and onto her back immediately. She felt the warmth of the water on his hand and nodded her approval to him. He placed his left hand under her knees and with his right hand still under her back, he began lowering her into the tub.

First, her bottom touched the bubbles and she giggled at how they tickled her skin. Continuing to be lowered in, she felt the bubbles touch her feet and lower back. The tickling sensation gripped up those areas and she giggled again.

But as the rest of her body felt the bubbles, she became silent. She was anticipating and preparing for that first touch into the warm water. And without much wait, she felt it.

Her bottom felt the warm water and soon her feet touched the surface. As he lowered her into the water completely and onto the bottom of the tub, the warmth spread up her inner thigh, across her peach, up her ribs and over the small of her back. These were the most sensitive parts of her body and the areas Zeke concentrated the hardest on to affect when lowering her into a tub.

He leaned her back and rested her head on a small towel on the back edge of the tub. Lying back, she relaxed her body completely, submerging herself up to her chin and closing her eyes to take in the sensations of a warm bath without the distraction of sight.

She heard him walk out of the bathroom as he always did after he placed her in the tub and got her comfortable. He would be back after a few minutes of her enjoying the water before her washing would begin.

Several minutes must have passed and it stood to reason that she fell back asleep in the warm water. So the wash cloth she felt being rubbed on her thigh startled her awake.

Apparently, he had returned to the bathroom with a cup of coffee that now sat on the edge of the sink. A copy of the morning newspaper opened up to her article sat on the toilet lid along with a towel and he had knelt by the tub and had begun washing her.

She sat up as she normally did to get her back washed and he placed a small dish on the edge of the tub. Lily looked inside it and saw the sponge toys as she called them. Reaching into the bowl she scooped them all up and dropped them into the water.

She watched them swell up to full size as they soaked in the water. From the washing of her neck down her back and around to her tummy she struggled to stay still. Some days she was more ticklish than others. Today happened to be one of those days.

He put bubbles on her nose and cheek bones, and she puffed out her cheeks, giving him a silly face as he washed her arms and hands, then her legs and feet. At one point she had her arms reaching to the sky and at the next point she had her feet resting on the tub faucet. She was in a silly mode and enjoying her time in the tub.

Her fingernails were still painted with the red nail polish she had worn yesterday and her toe nails matched. She admire her paint-job as he bathed her, feeling proud that all her nails still shined and sparkled.

Were it not for a thorough job of shaving yesterday morning, she would have to do it again. But for today, she was still smooth. Rarely did she ever allow even stubble to appear on her skin. It was one of those girly maintenance things that she viewed as an everyday bit of business, but today she opted out of it.

Maybe it was because she was feeling a little lazy. Maybe it was because she was feeling too little to do it. Whatever the reason she decided to skip her razor time didn’t matter anyway because Zeke wasn’t insisting she shaved herself and if he didn’t mind, she had no problem taking the day off.

Then her bath was done. He stood her up, wrapped the towel around her and lifted her out of the tub before sitting on the toilet lid and sitting her on his knee as usual. He handed her the newspaper to see her column as he began to dry her off. On most days, he would place her on his lap and hold her for a few minutes before drying her off, but sensing his growing urgency to get moving, she sat still and fought off the ticklishness of him drying her body with a towel.

Instead, she distracted herself by reading her column. She didn’t need to read it. It wasn’t really news to her since she was the one who wrote it, but it made her happy to see it in print and as he finished drying her, she finished the article, setting it on the back of the toilet before standing up and following him over to the pile of clothing on the edge of the sink. He picked up her bra and she slid her arms under the straps as he executed putting it on over her breasts and fastening it in the back … almost perfectly. He was getting so much better at it and she believed that one day in the future he would be able to put a bra on her as effortlessly and easily as he was able to take her bra off.

She raised her arms to the sky and he slipped the t-shirt over her body, followed by the white hooded sweatshirt. As he brought her head up through the top of the sweatshirt, she looked in the mirror and grinned at what she saw on the front of her. It was a Kansas City Chiefs sweatshirt, the one that he ordered online and had been waiting for to arrive. It obviously did arrive and she was going to break it in for him.

He pulled her hair out from inside the sweatshirt. It was so big on her that it came down to mid-thigh. She spun around to face him and gave him a hug.

“I love you too, BabyGirl,” he said, finally deciding to speak.

Five simple words, spoken with his voice, made her heart begin beating fast. She had been awakened, shown love, swaddled, cradled, bottle fed, bathed, dressed and it wasn’t even 9 am yet.

Getting to the task at hand, she turned to face the mirror as he kissed her on the forehead and went to find Pretzel to take her for a walk.

Lily picked up his cup of coffee and began drinking from it with both hands before tending to her hair and make-up. She liked her coffee black, but Zeke liked to load his with cream and sugar. She didn’t mind though and it made her feel like a little girl to be allowed to finish her Daddy cup of coffee.

She set the coffee cup down and picked up a hair brush, taking her time to carefully brush through her hair. She wished she could put her hair up in pigtails, but hadn’t been able to do much with her hair recently because it had become brittle due to the treatments for her illness. Hair loss had always been on the list of side-effects of chemo, but she had been lucky up to this point. She looked at her hair in the mirror and frowned a little that it was only long enough to touch her shoulders. She had to get it cut two weeks ago as preventive maintenance against losing her hair all together. The frailty of her hair was the reason why Zeke had washed it when she was in the tub. She had him wash it every other day in an effort to not dry it out.

The trickiest thing was to find something to do with her hair without using a whole lot of hair spray and without using hair ties. It always took a little while, but she was creative and always found the solution for which she was looking.

And while she was making her face up an idea came to her that sounded like a lot of fun. It would make her feel little while also giving her many thrill-worthy moments throughout the day. But she knew that Zeke would need to be convinced a little before he gave her permission to do it.

So when she heard Zeke return with Pretzel from the walk, she quickly thought up a game plan of what she would say to either get him to say yes or to make him believe it was his idea to begin with. Either way would get her the approval she wanted.

“Daddy!” she called to him while doing the mascara trick to her eyelashes.

“Yes?” he said, appearing at the bathroom door.

His ears were pink and his face was flushed with color. He had a slight shiver. This may have been due to the fact that all he wore was this old, worn out leather coat that she truly wished he would throw away. It hardly kept any chill out, but the jacket had sentimental value to him and she didn’t push the issue.

Regardless of his attire, it must have been cold outside. Initially, this wasn’t a good sign. Cold weather would encourage him to say no to her idea, but she decided to throw caution to the wind and just say it.

“I declare today a no pants day!” she exclaimed proudly while still using her little girl voice to maintain her cutesy-ness.

“Huh?” he asked in disbelief. “I think it’s a little too cold for that today, Princess. The last thing you need right now is to be getting pneumonia or the flu. Maybe some other time.”

“It wouldn’t be cold if you put me in leggings,” she stated, knowing that what his reply question would be.

“What are leggings?” he asked.

“They’re the pantyhose without the feet,” she replied, selling the idea slyly. “But remember they’re made of a heavier material. If I wear them, then I won’t be cold.”

“Oh,” Zeke said, now considering the idea.

“The red ones in the top drawer of my dresser,” Lily said as she returned her attention to the mirror and her eyelashes.

Thinking nothing more of it, Zeke walked into the nursery to get the leggings. As soon as he entered the nursery, Lily smiled with success. It was a moment of victory that she wouldn’t celebrate, but rather just enjoy in her own sweet, quiet way. But what made her happiest was that she didn’t want to wear any pants and she wouldn’t be.

“These?” Zeke asked, reappearing at the bathroom door way with the leggings.

“Yep,” Lily stated, finishing up her make-up before picking up her socks, her shoes, and her diaper bag and following him into the nursery.

She walked over to her changing table and turned around to face him. He lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the table.

“I think the leggings will work fine and you’ll stay warm with them on,” he said setting a diaper and the bottle of powder at the end of the changing table. “But I would hope that you aren’t as shrewd when we met up with your sister.”

Her face showed honest amazement that he figured it out.

“Open,” he said as she did so and he inserted her pacifier in her mouth and lied her down on the changing table. “Now be a good girl for Daddy. No fidgeting.”

He lifted her legs and bottom into the curling her body as he slid her diaper into place underneath her. Her tummy became inundated with those baby feelings which always made her crumble inside. The mere mention of her diapers, let alone wearing one, did more than just keep her bottom warm.

When she wasn’t wearing a diaper, she was more likely to be cunning with her actions and remarks; a natural reaction to the desire to be a big girl. This is why he didn’t get upset when she felt it necessary to get her way and manipulate the no pants idea into a reality.

But when she was wearing a diaper, she didn’t have those impulses to defy or contrive. The diaper, though just an object, had a power over the mind which was unparalleled … in an ABDL sense.

“And I am very happy that you will not be wearing any pants today,” he said as he spread powder over her bottom.

Knowing she was having a particularly sensitive day with touch to her skin, he took this opportunity to put encouragement where it needed to be.

“As we are out and about today, I don’t want you to hesitate to tell me that you you’re your diaper changed. Okay?” he stated and asked as she nodded timidly, feeling herself being readjusted back into the BabyGirl state-of-mind. “That’s a good girl. If you tell Daddy that you need changed, then Daddy won’t have to check your diaper as often.”

The thought of being stopped and having the leggings lowered and her diaper exposed as he checked her for wetness or messiness was a heart-pounding one. Realizing his words just coursed through her senses, he continued.

“And I don’t want you to be embarrassed when I change you,” he said, slowly dusting the powder over her bottom with his hand. “Your sister will be right there to keep you comfortable and distract you when the BabyGirl butterflies get so intense in your tummy that you can’t control them.”

Oh my, if he only knew that those butterflies were all ready too much to handle for her!

He lowered her bottom and legs down onto the diaper and the changing table. He parted her legs began applying powder on her front section, spreading it evenly at her hips where the tapes were fastened and heavily down her peach and between her legs where a rash would form otherwise.

She closed her eyes as he rubbed the remaining powder from his hand on her tummy. She was, in a sense, being re-programmed by him. It wasn’t something she wanted to avoid, mind you. To the contrary, she invited it with a passion unlike any other. She also found a passion in resisting it, however, along the way.

She knew in the end she would give in to the surrender of control which made her the BabyGirl she was. That kind of consummate submission of one’s self was irresistible to her.

He folded the diaper up over her peach and front wrapping it tightly into place at the sides. She heard her diaper tapes being opened and fastened at her hips. Quite often when he converted her mind during a diaper change, the sound of her diaper tapes she often viewed as the deal being finalized and sealed. There would be no further negotiations. He had decided and she would then the sweet and simple BabyGirl he expected her to be.

In the end, she would have it no other way, either.

He drew the red leggings up her calves and part way up her thighs. Then he sat her up and knelt down to put her feet into socks. She wiggled her toes as he put the socks on, giggling at her silliness. She did this to be silly, but also to let him know that she was back in BabyGirl mode.

He put her sneakers on and tied them. Then he stood her up and slid her red leggings the rest of the way up her thighs, over her diaper and into place around her waist.

She hugged his chest like a little girl, feeling foolish and guilty for having been manipulative just a bit earlier. He returned the hug and patted her legging and diaper covered bottom while rocking her back and forth.

It was this patting and rocking that drove her far enough into the BabyGirl mode that she knew she would be able to control herself. Relief formed in her body language and he knew she was ready to go.

“We’re going to have a wonderful time today. We’re going to meet up with your sister and her fella guy and you’re going to be one very happy little BabyGirl,” he said, picking up the diaper bag and taking her left hand. “You ready to go?”

She nodded enthusiastically and bounced a little to show her excitement. They walked out into the living room; he picked up her pink winter coat and helped her into it, zipping the front up. She reached into her pockets to feel for her matching pink gloves as he wrapped a scarf around her neck.

If a blizzard were to suddenly be upon them, she would be prepared. But he was simply trying to prevent her from getting sick. It may have been excessive anyway, though.

They took the elevator to the ground floor and headed to the parking lot behind the building. On the way to the car, she got more and more excited about the day’s events. After all, this was one of her favorite days of the year.

Soon, they were to the car and she was grateful to get in as she hadn’t adjusted to the cooler temperature outside yet.

He started the car and away they went for a day which would yield a lot of memories.

Zeke and Lily: Ever After can be found at:

http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/zeke-and-lily-ever-after/9863030

Zeke and Lily: "Ever After" - released tomorrow!!

Zorro Daddy — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 17:32:14 +0000

Zeke and Lily: Ever After

Zeke and Lily return in this, the fifth story of their saga!

Stay tuned for it’s posting tomorrow night, Saturday night, December 11th, at 11 p.m.

To summarize the plot:

First, they met face-to-face in "Once Upon a Beginning".

Then, there was a sleepover in "Overnight".

Then they took a Caribbean vacation in "Making a Memory".

Then, they moved in together in "Her Diary".

Now Zeke and Lily approach an "Ever After". Will it be “Happily”?

The Holiday Season has arrived and Lily is filled with the joys of Christmas. She and Zeke spend the holidays with an assortment of eclectic friends. They find out that having friends, through the good times and the bad is a blessing in disguise.

With Yuletide in full bloom, Lily and Zeke deal with a serious and dangerous adjustment to her medical treatment, pregnancy, emergency trips to the hospital, a rather heated return from her abusive father and a secret Christmas Wish that Lily desperately prays to come true.

Spend Christmas with your favorite AB Couple, Zeke and Lily in

Zeke and Lily: Ever After

Diapers

michellerenee — Thu, 09 Dec 2010 06:40:37 +0000

I would like to buy diapers, but I am slightly on a budget.
I weigh about 100lbs and I currently wear a size 0-2 in adult sizes(pants). I like diapers or pull ups that are cutesy and little girl like Any suggestions?

what diaper is that

herhubbydaddy — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 20:21:21 +0000

i looked on the pictures page and "babyted" has a pic of his STASH posted....what diaper is that with the stars and designs on them? i want to buy some of those for my wife..thank you

Messy Jessie

Parker Longabaugh — Sun, 28 Nov 2010 18:34:19 +0000

I co-wrote this with someone else on commission (which I don’t normally do, but this was the proverbial offer I couldn’t refuse). I wasn’t going to post it, but it’s been such a slow month for me for various reasons, I figured I’d post it as a little bonus for loyal readers. As you may be able to tell from the title, it does involve messy diapers, which I’m pretty ambivalent about, but I know that many of you don’t go for that… if you fall into this category, I’d suggest giving it a pass.

Messy Jessie

“C’mon, Jessica; come to big sister!” Amy cooed mockingly, bending down and holding out her arms encouragingly. “That’s it-- that’s my good, big girl! Crawl to big sis like a good baby!”
She smiled sweetly, but her eyes glowed with smug condescension as she watched me crawl down the hallway toward her, my big, bulky, diaper waggling behind me, plastic panties crinkling loudly as I went, tears of shame rolling down my cheeks. Amy had tied a huge, frilly, powder-pink baby bonnet under my chin and popped a pacifier in my mouth, and I knew exactly how ridiculous I looked; just like an overgrown infant.
I continued crawling down the hallway, the massive diaper behind me not only making it look like my butt had swelled to the size of a medicine ball, but also rubbing up against me under the plastic pants, chafing my dainty buns. I realized grimly that I was probably going to get a rash down there, then almost laughed at the absurdity of a 25 year old woman worrying about diaper rash on her derriere.
“C’mon Jessie-- crawl to big sis!” Amy cooed again, and though I tried with every ounce of my will to order myself to stand up and go to my room and change out of this ridiculous diaper, I couldn’t resist her command to crawl down the hall like a puppy any more than I could stop her from spanking me and putting a diaper on my tushy.
Crawling into the living room, I stopped and sat dumbly for a second, then burst into tears. Sitting around me were my step-sister’s bitchy little friends: Kristi, Justine, Suzie, and Anna. They stared at me for a long moment, disbelieving; apparently, this was as much of a shock for them as it was for me.
Suddenly, they burst out laughing, and I could only sit and sob, my face growing redder and redder, as my diapered condition was trotted out for the entertainment of a bunch of giggling 16 year olds.
“Oh my god,” Kristi stammered disbelievingly between her guffaws. “Is that Jessica!?”
“She looks so cute,” Anna gushed, reaching out to pat my head.
“Yeah, those pampers really suit her!” Justine giggled.
I stared at the floor, miserable. Amy reached into my big diaper bag. “Aw, cheer up little sis.” She pulled out a stuffed bunny. It was just a cheep little thing from the dollar store, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Amy’s friends were laughing at my intense focus on the toy, but I didn’t care. Even as I began drooling down my chin like a three year old, I never took my eyes off it.
“Do you want to play with Mr. Bunny, Jessica?” Amy asked with a superior smirk, knowing full well that I did.
I tried to resist, to retain a small measure of dignity, but almost immediately after Amy had finished speaking, I heard my own tiny lisping voice say “yes, pwease, big sister Amy, pwease let me pway with Mr. Bunny.”
I nearly burst into tears again as the girls started laughing at my childish words, but when Amy tossed me Mr. Bunny, it was like I was lost in a world of my own, only vaguely aware of their conversation behind me.
“This is incredible, Amy,” Suzie said . “She’s like a totally different person now.”
“Amazing what 300 dollars worth of hypnosis tapes and a little persistence can do,” Amy laughed.
I tried ignoring them, focusing my attention on Mr. Bunny. But it wasn’t long before I felt an uncomfortable gassy cramp in my belly. I tried, unsuccessfully, to clench my butt.
Involuntarily, I let a few farts escape into my diaper, causing Amy and her friends to burst out laughing. I was embarrassed, but I was so focused on Mr. Bunny that the feeling was somehow diluted.
“P-U!” Kari cried. “Smells like someone’s got a poopy brewing!”
“Jessie’s a farty baby today!” Suzie chuckled.
“Phew! You sure have a stinky bottom, little girl,” Anna said, patting me on the head.
Amy smirked. “Oh, that’s just a little gas. Watch this.” She stood up and approached me. Taking me by the hands, she helped me to my feet. I was a little unsteady, but soon I was standing in front of Amy and her snickering friends. Amy fixed me with a solemn look. “Jessie,” she asked seriously, looking me right in the eye, “Do you smell something?”
Frowning, I stared at her, feeling a pang of recognition. Something about what she’d said resonated inside me. Groggy, I looked at her questioningly. “Smell… something?” I repeated quietly just before I felt the phrase click into place in my mind.
Moments later, I felt a cramped, rolling in my bowels, and a sensation like my intestines were boiling. Groaning, I doubled over, gas building up inside me. With Amy and her friends tittering, I bent my knees, stuck out my bulky, diapered butt and started grunting. “UUUUUhhhhhh…”
I grunted out a juicy fart, which brought more laughter from the girls. I tried to clench my butt-cheeks, to stop what I knew was coming, but my body wasn’t responding to my brain’s commands.
Passing gas with a loud rumble, I felt my buttocks part. I began to uncontrollably poop my pants. Amy and her friends stood by and laughed uproariously as I dumped a major load into my diaper, a symphony of toots emerging from the seat of my pampers.
“Sounds like she’s making popcorn in her pants!” Justine mocked, making the others laugh even harder as the seat of my diaper inflated, the folds and creases beginning to stretch and puff out as I filled it.
I wanted to dig a hole and burry myself in it, never to be seen again.
But I still felt a little full down below, and even though my diaper was now so loaded that it sagged low enough to reveal the top of my butt-crack, I began grunting again: “UUUUUHHHH! EEEerrrrrrr…”
Laughing, Amy patted and rubbed the back of my loaded diaper. “C’mon, sweetie; make a really big poopy in your dides for big sister to change…”
The encouragement was unnecessary: grunting again, I pushed out the remainder of my mushy bowel movement into my diaper with a messy fart, causing my pampers to sag even lower. Amy continued to pat and squeeze the load in my seat, her friends mocking and laughing.
“PEE-YEW! Someone’s got a messy diaper!” Anna cackled.
Sweat and tears dripped down my face. My lips quivering, I peeked back over my shoulder, staring at the inflated seat of my diaper with disbelief. I searched my diminished vocabulary to find the right words to express my feelings on the ordeal.
“Poopy,” I finally declared weakly, making the girls shriek with laughter.
“You got that right, honey!” Justine laughed. “SHO-WEE! Maybe we ought to crack a window!”
“Show auntie your load, precious,” Kari smirked , turning me around to display my droopy, poopy diaper to the girls, who giggled at the mess in my pants.
“PHEW! You loaded this diapy right up, didn’t you sweetie?” Anna smirked, reaching out to pat my full diaper.
They stood around making fun of me, but I wasn’t listening. Mr. Bunny, lying at my feet, had caught my attention again. I slowly lowered myself to the floor, feeling my enormous mess squashing under my butt as I sat, the soft load squishing audibly all over my backside and down my thighs.
Picking up Mr. Bunny from the floor, I began to cuddle and play with him, ignoring the warm, squishy pile in my pants.
By now, Amy and her friends were laughing so hard they had tears rolling down their cheeks. “I can’t believe she just did that!” Suzie howled. “I don’t envy you, having to clean up that mess, Amy.”
Smirking, Amy came over to me, took my hand, and pulled me to my feet. I felt groggy, almost drugged. I was aware that I was 25 years old, a college grad, and a successful executive at a respected Corporation, and that Amy was only 16 and still in high school.
I just couldn’t remember what any of that actually meant.
“C’mon, Messy Jessie,” Amy said, “time to put you in a fresh diaper.”
Laughing, her friends chimed in.
“Bye-bye, Messy Jessie!”
“Have a nice diaper change, Messy Jessie!”
“Make sure you use plenty of powder, Amy,”
“Yeah, wouldn’t want Messy Jessie to get a rash on her tushy, would we?” Anna laughed as Amy started dragging me from the room.
I was only dimly aware of what a sight I must have been: 25, sporting a frilly baby bonnet, a pacifier, and a tight, white t-shirt hemmed above my belly button, holding my 16 year old step-sister’s hand and being lead away to have a messy diaper changed. Behind me, my fully-loaded pamper wobbled with every step, it’s distended seat sagging half way down my butt-crack. Despite its thickness, some brown stains had begun to appear on the back panel.
“Wave ‘bye-bye’ to your aunties, Messy Jessie,” Amy urged me as she lead me away.
And I did; I waved to Amy’s snotty little friends like I was on parade, laughter ringing out behind me as I was lead away.

how i became incontinent

Benjamin — Tue, 23 Nov 2010 13:07:11 +0000

how i became incontinent
how i deal with it
how my ex girlfriend liked diapers too

hello my name is Ben i am an incontinent since 1990 after a big caraccident, i was 2 years alreddy whit my girlfriend at the time and 6 months later whe should got married, i was for 1 week in the hospital and the rest i recuverd at home, i arrived in a diaper becouse i had no blattercontrolle at the time day and night, i was verry shy to my girlfriend because of the diaper, so i hardly talk about it wen i needed a chance mostly i did it myself, i was verry confused at the time because one day i was a buildingconstroctor working allday long sommetimes 12h at one day, mostly 10h and 3 out of 4 saterday's working, i got a nice nissan car i was saving for my first deposit to by a house, i started work at my 14 years of age, so i saved for 9 years long arround the 30.000eu 1.2 million belgian franks, for a youngmen of 23 years was that not so bad but i did work for it, that dream is crashed away 20 years ago now, one day i was a sportsmen working person next day its all taking away from a drunk driver on my way to work, i never forget that date 28feb on a fridaymorning, one day i was a healthy person 3 days later after all examen in the hospital i got a big brainshake (i recuverd from it) black out for 2 day's, incontinent until this day, a backbone injury were a nerve stuck between two bones (discuverd 9 years ago but during that time i was crying from the pain after the accident but never discurver sommething on my back), i am steel taking morphine for it everyday, i could not handle the situation it was like that my live was ending that time i got a nervious breakdown never hardly got nerves beforre nerve of courage yes, so i started to take pills for it, sleeping allday and night for 3 months in a dark room because of my brainshake, no noise no tv lucky i lived in a calm area at the time, i tought that my girlfriend wanna leave me at the time but than she supported me verry good after a copple of day's i started to accepthing that i cannot turn the time back because my girlfriend said that she have to deal whit the situation to because whe sharring the same bed she was sleeping in the spare room but wanna to sleep whit me, i dident want her to sleep whit me because i was wearring diapers and she said its also better for me to deal whit it from the start than maybe after 3-4 months so i acepted than but whe yust sleeping together first to get used on the new situation sleeping in diapers, after 3 months whe got the first sexual contact again, it was like a new start to discuver things i knew her things but she had a new thing to discuver on me, after it was an amazing feeling like i discuverd than that a diaper can be usefull full whit goodfeelings and not that embarresing to my girlfriend annymore so wen i told her about the feeling i got from it she told me that she also got goodfeelings wen she have to wear her pads for her periods she never told me that beforre and sommetimes she using pads even wen she got no periods never notist that beforre, so i said that's ok for me i can discuver more feeling from you also than, so here starts the part where i started to like women in diapers, i was a copple of day's recuverd from the brainshake starting to think clear again, the nervous was gething better got more controlle to my blatter at day time but i have to run to reach the toilet but atleast i got starting to feel back the urge from my blatter, i hardly came out the door at the time yust for shopping because i was to shy to go out in a diaper, so the night is falling whe rented somme video's to watch my girl changed my diaper i put pj on she started than also to got in her nightshirt i was sitting on the bed watching her undress she took also a big pad out and put it in her undies than she put her nightshirt on and went to the livingroom, than i feld a verry good feeling in my diaper wen i saw my girlfriend whit a pad in her undies, i went also to the livingroom i told her i got exited from her she said the same from me that she was exited from me in my diaper whe never saw the video's that night, after 1.5 houers my girlfriend took a fresh diaper out, i said i dont need a change yet i am steel dry, she said its for me i started to thinking to put a diaper on after you was a week at home, so now i try it, i said ok but i put it on you i wanna do that so i did, putting the first diaper on my girlfriend it was funny i using a medium size diaper she got a verry small size, the diaper was a bit to big for her, but she said tommorow whe by small sizes for me but for now its ok i leave it on she liked it, i rub on her diaper she said dont stop, for me it was a nice pleasure to, i liked verry much watching her in a diaper, whe bought later on her small diapers it was fitting her much better she never wear them in public but for those moments she used her big pads, that i liked on her to, to eachother was it no more embarresed it starting became a part in ouer lives, the wedding whe canceld making new dates 1 year later, untill than i was steel recuvering but one month later i started back as an buildingconstructor i got more controlle on my blatter at day time and in the building u can pee everywhere believe me, i managed not to use diapers at work so it went good for that but my backbone hurt like hell so long i was recuvering i got pain but not that much, i was crying from the pain i go to a specialist explaine the problem he put me back on recuver for a month, in that time i was more in the hospital for examen than i could recuver from, my savings went down on rcuver i got yust the monthpay, on work i dubble that, so using my housesavings to mannage the recuver period, i tought i work it back, but the result from the examen was nothing whe find nothing on your back, i said ok maybe but i steel feel the pain, ok i try work again after one month of pain i got somme first morphine from my doctor to kill my pain, the docter said i see it on your face that you got pain, he got me back on recuver for two weeks a normal docter here can give me two weeks recuver a spicialist 1 month, after one year the specialist put me back on recuver but this time it was pshy i started to got nervious again from the tought i am 24 year and i cannot work annymore i got an nervious breakdown went whit my girl to the specialist give me somme pills again to calm down and put me on recuver again, this time it was one year, but in the mean time my girlfriends her parrents told in her head all time leave him he cannot work annymore he is more home than working, first she was not going in to it but after a whille she left me annyway i steel paying the car every month, steel got somme extra about 15.000eu thinking thats steel to by a house, about 3 months later after the specialist put me on recuver she left me, took my savings beybey house, put my normal account -2500eu and of she was i could do nothing about it she got also signed for the accounts and using it, untill that day day she mannaged all payments and paperworks i only was a working men no time for paperwork and paymenhts, so i trusted my account to her to, broke to the bone half incomme paying rent car electricity water fuel food diapers medication never donne that whitout her beforre, running everywhere for my paperwork doing self the paymenhts, and sold my car steel need to pay 2 years for it, the good part was she also signed for it, i payed half than that time, i went to the bank i said she signed to she pay other half, steel about 5000eu the loan was 10.000eu, so i got her back for steeling my savings and account monney, it was not that much comparring on wat she took, 19 years later, i mean now, to make an other long story short, me i am finaly debt free, steel on recuver finaly found my backbone problem went in result i can never do work again because from my pain allday, tryed new relaitonships but the women hardly accepted that i steel wet the bed and using diapers, went on the internet 3 years ago i meet a lotta of ab dl peaple not that i am against it, using diapers for my incontinent i became also a DL, but deep in my heart there steel a place open for that special partner women, i dont like to push somme person in to my fanstasie that is women in diapers or big pads, i dont wanna do her things against her will, to meet a women is no problem but hardly anny women accepthing my situation, longest relation after my ex was 3 months, sex was good but sex only no thaks i need more things than sex allone, carring cuddle feelling the body everywhere sensual loving, i am a verry carring good harted feeling person, i can be serious but i like to laufgh to, making fun and enjoy live atself, evan there was a time my live was ending, it was yust a start the sommething new, more bad than good, but things are changed now, starting 9 years ago whit paying debts put the leach short on my straighting everything out came out of a unrelastic live from daydreams and selfcomplain, to thinking i steel got a live, i can steel can do things myself like cook clean walking the dog playing darts doing games on the internet where i am an member in an racingclan, got good connexions again and try to enjoy the live i steel rest to live, but i missing one thing not a house not a car those things u can replace, but a nice carring women whit funny moments no problem for ho i am not wat i have, thats verry hard to replace, an adult baby girl? no problem for me, i can be your carring incontinent dad, a DL women using diapers for pleasure? no problem i like diapers to, an incontinent women, no problem i steel wet the bed myself, at daytime its more for pleasure but can have accidents to so there steel useful at daytime for me, or a mommy or a nurse, no problem for me they can nursing me to, i am not an AB but a nurse can take care of her patient,

so i ending my treu story here i hope it dident botherd you whit my live, this is only a part doing my live other parts of my live i left out it thats a 3 book storie, i am steel thinking to start to write a part of it now that i have my computter for 3 years, you know a bit who i am wat i have wat i doing and for wat i steel looking for, these things i cannot tell on facebook or good friends or family, lucky i can tel it here,

manny greethings Ben

Scammers! :D

whitenwet — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 15:43:46 +0000

I suppose everyone is aware of this by now, but anyway...

Recently posted on the personals here, and got a reply. Yay, I thought, until I saw "Sade Ojima" and thought... Hmm... I smell scammer.... After chastising myself for being so cynical, I had a look, and replied:

My reply:

Hi Sade,
thanks for replying What did you like about my post? I assume you like wearing nappies too? Or wetting? I'd love to hear about your experiences and know more about you. Where are you, by the way? I'm looking for someone to maybe meet, or have a serious relationship with, not just over the internet - although I'm not looking for instant commitment.
Hope to hear from you soon,
White'n'wet x

> To: xxxx
> From: ojimasade@yahoo.com
> Subject: 13455 Personal Ad Reply
> Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2010 04:27:09 -0800
>
> Dear whitenwet
>
> Below is a reply to a personal ad I saw at the Wetting &
> Diaper Wonderland Personals. The ad number of this
> personal ad is : 13455
>
> If you do not wish to correspond with me, could you
> possibly just respond to this email just to let me know
> that you received it but that you are not interested.
>
> --------------------------------------------------------
> Hello
> I am Sade ojima a young lady i come across your contact while i was browsing and i like it so much please i will like to know you more for a nice friendship with you, my mail address is (ojimasade@yahoo.com) please i will be happy to have from you a nice response as you know that it is only love that makes different. thanks so much from yours Sade
> --------------------------------------------------------

I mean it's pretty hard to believe that's not a scam, but I suppose we all want a love that makes different. I know I do...

So, I got a reply from my email:

Dearest love,
I am really happy in your response to my mail, how is everything? Hope you are fine.
Mine is a bit tough over here in Dakar Senega you are admired.
My name is Sade Ojima from Ivory Coast in West Africa,5.3ft tall, fair in complexion,(never married before )
and presently i am 24 years old residing in the refugee camp here in Dakar as a result of the civil war that was fought in my country.
My late father Dr Ojima Ukwu was the managing director of Mavo cocoa and Associates (Ltd) and he was the personal adviser to the former head of state (Late Dr Robert Guei) before the rebels attacked our house one early morning and killed my mother and my father in cold blood. It is only me that is aliva
now and I managed to make my way to a near by country Senegal< /span> where i am leaving now in a refugee camp.
I would like to know more about you, your likes and dislikes, your hobbies and what you are doing presently i will tell you more about myself in my next mail, attached here are my pictures before the civil war erupted. I will also like to see more of your pictures, i will tell you more in my next mail.
Hoping to hear from you soonest
yours Sade....

If I could be more bothered then I might reply and scambait for a bit, just to waste their time, but tbh I've got better things to do...

I've had success with the wetset personals before, and I'm not berating them, but letting people know that scammers have obviously discovered them - even if this one is quite obvious...

Stay wet and diapered

Hello I'm new

Darren Oneal — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 23:22:06 +0000

Hello my name is Darren and I love to wear diapers I have been wearing diapers for 4 years now I'm in to videos games sports mivies tv show anime I'm looking for a job right now and I'm looking to be with a family that likes to wear diapers like me I love to chat with friends on msn yahoo and skype I hang with friends and chill in my room wearing diapers alot I'm hoping to make alot of new friends on here soon and have lots of fun here to well thats it for me.