Oh Don't Mind Me Dear I'm Just Opening Up The Window To Get Some A Breeze In, You Just Go Back To Playing.

She couldn't believe it. Her dream has come true.

Since Abby was a little girl, she liked to be in diapers. But unfortunatly, everyone has to grow up and potty train. But now it was diferent.

Of course Abby was a diaper girl and a member of the ABDL community, but she never had the courage to become really incontinent and never could really have a 24/7 diaper period longer than 2 months. But recently, the gouvernment wanted to make a new law, where some criminales would become incontinent by surgery, and they were searching voluntiers for the first tests. And thats when Abby saw her oportunity. She aplied for thats reaserch, where she would be compensated so she never had to worry about money.

And now, after the surgery. She was finally happy. Incontinent and happy

Table of Contents

My stories tend to be long and multi-chaptered, so I figured it would be helpful to put together a quick way to find them here. If you are looking for all of the parts of a particular story, I always tag them with their title, so you can search that way. There are also links in each story to previous and next chapters (if they exist). Otherwise, the links and a little summary of each longer story is below.

Just so it's clear, although it should be obvious, all of the characters in my stories are 18 or over.

The Birthday

A husband, a prolific AB/DL writer who focuses on dark DD/LG, comes home in his birthday to find his wife has discovered his hobby and is ready to give him a birthday weekend that he'll never forget.

TW: Sexual, Forced, Breastfeeding, Wetting, Hypnosis

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Lindsey's Big Little Day

Lindsey decides to have a 3rd birthday party instead of a 30th. She invites all of her friends to come in character. Various shenanigans and adventures ensue as everyone at the party undertakes a quest of age play and self discovery.

TW: Sexual (less than my other stories though, so far), Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Humiliation

Note: Consent is a bigger deal and much more obvious in this story than my others.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

New You Gym

Kylee and Michael, young professionals, join a gym to get in better shape. Kylee begins struggling with accidents, and she is slowly blackmailed into regressing further and further.

TW: Sexual, Blackmail, Messing, Wetting, Forced, Public Humiliation

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Babysitting for the Neighbor

Mads is an undergrad with a huge crush on his neighbor, a doctoral student who has taught a number of his classes named Erica. He's struggled to build the courage to ask him out, but feels he'll get his chance when Erica's friend Sarah lets him know about a babysitting job Erica is looking to fill.

Co-written by @baby-erica! Check out her awesome blog!

TW: Sexual, Messing, Wetting, Humiliation, Orgasm Denial

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Sarah's Playground

Sarah is a timid, closet AB/DL who was tortured by her neighbor and babysitter growing up for being a bedwetter. She finds a magical amulet at a garage sale that allows her to reshape reality at her whim. While things go great initially, things deteriorate quickly as the magic of the amulet gets out of her hands, literally.

TW: Dark, Sexual, Messy, Wetting, Humiliation, Orgasm Denial, Breastfeeding, Lack of consent

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Playing House

Bruce and Sandy, spouses, have been living out Sandy's DD/LG AB/DL dream for years. But, today, she wants to switch places. Bruce obliges, but what Sandy wants to feel like a switch in the dynamic feels more like she's a little girl playing House with her Daddy.

TW: Sexual, Messy, Wetting

Chapter 1

The Playdate

Mia the Middle and her girlfriend/mom, Lisa, go over to Lisa's best friend's house for a playdate with her little. Mia is certain that her Mom's friend is trying to turn her into a Little, rather than a Middle. She's right.

I swear I'm trying to keep this one to three chapters, max!

TW: Wetting, Messing, Lack of Consent, Bullying

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Short Stories

These are my one-shot stories.

The Baby Doctor (TW: Forced, Messing, Wetting, Public Humiliation)

Accidental Regression (TW: Forced, Messing, Wetting, Sexual, Cucking, Humiliation)

“Yeah, that’s right. This is exactly what it looks like, baby. It’s a diaper - a nice, big, thick diaper, especially made just for big girls like me. Bet you didn’t expect to come home and see this, now, did you?

“Oh, don’t try to deny anything, baby; I know all too well what you’ve been doing when I wasn’t looking. I found your search history…all those lovely little searches for “bitches in diapers” and “girl pissing her pants” and “diapered woman blow job”… You’re definitely a dirty-minded little boy, aren’t you? Yeah? Don’t lie to me, honey - you’ll only make things worse!

“Now, listen, honey. I don’t mind you being kinky, not one bit. I just don’t ever want you to be sneaking those kinky things around behind my back, okay? I’m willing to help satisfy you too; if a great big diaper wrapped around my butt is the way to do it, why then we’re in business! There’s just one little thing, baby… I don’t want you to be having all the fun, you see. We’re equals in this relationship, remember, and my pleasure is just as important as yours…

“Why don’t we put it like this, baby? If you want to see me, your sweet and sexy girlfriend, all dressed up in a diaper like those girls you saw online, tell me now, and I’ll put this on right now while you watch…and then I’ll give you a blow job, just like I know you love. Yep, I promise! Ooh, you like that idea, don’t you? Hah, I thought you would, you dirty boy! But there’s a catch, baby. There’s no free lunch, you see…

“It’s simple! Whenever I do that for you, you’re going to have to agree to reverse things for me the very next day, okay? So tomorrow you’ll be the one in the diaper, and you’ll be the one pleasuring me with that sweet little tongue of yours, and I’ll be the one cumming and moaning while you obediently please me, locked away in that great big diaper of yours… Yep, that’s how gender equality works for us, baby! And if you don’t like that idea, then there’s no problem. I can throw this silly thing away and we’ll never speak of it again - though of course I’ll put a child lock on your account to keep you from ever searching that kind of stuff online again…

“No? You don’t want that? You really want me to put this thing on right now? Hmm…such a dirty, kinky boy! Now I’m genuinely wondering - are you more turned on at the thought of me being all babied and humiliated just for you? Or are you maybe looking forward to being my little baby fuck toy tomorrow? Hah, well, never mind. Weird or not, I think I’m actually going to enjoy this either way!”

Image Credit: DiaperedOnline.com

Please keep my caption intact if reblogging; as long as you do, may you never get razor burn again.

Fertility rates had been plummetting for decades. It wasn't only because people wanted fewer children, it was also because sperm quality had reached a critical low point. Children were still born here and there, but nothing approaching a global replacement rate. Fortunately, we'd fixed aging. Bodily and mental decline were things of the past which prevented society from collapsing.

Of course, in a society of only adults, having children became highly prized. To fix that issue, every year the people turning 21 were offered to go through state-sponsored regression. Using the same technology used to keep the rest of the population young and able, the minds of the volunteers were youthened to that of a two-year-old while keeping all their personality and memories intact.

Maggie had always wanted to be a princess ever since she'd been a little girl. Growing up, she didn't mind telling people that she wanted to be regressed once she turned 21. But then came beer and boys and various interests like painting and reading and psychology and suddenly getting regressed seemed a lot less interesting. By the time she turned 21, she was in a serious relationship. The boy in question was very open to her ABDL tendencies and babying her. They had talked at great lenghts about the possibility of Maggie being adopted by him. But, they agreed, they needed someone to be the mommy. Maggie was anxious about how enthusiastically her boyfriend seemed to search for a romantic partner that wasn't her and how quickly she came into the picture. She was a long-time friend of both of them and very soon the dynamic was put in place and an appointment for Maggie's regression was scheduled.

It was quick and painless, a few injections here and there that would only need upkeep every week until her situation became stable.

Losing her continence was wonderful, but slowly getting dumber felt a lot scarier. Thankfully, Mommy and Daddy were there to take care of her. They loved each other very much, but most of all, they loved her. Nothing can be scary when Mommy blows raspberries on your tummy! Getting picked up and carried everywhere, wearing pretty dresses and pink all the time, Maggie definitely felt like a princess.

Photo credit: @sophiexxlittle

For more stories by me: https://reamstories.com/babywriter

“Yeah, I think I’ve reached capacity, so better get on it and change me before Brad shows up!“

“What’s with that face? It was your idea for me to wear diapers, and you agreed with me saying I’d only do it if you played along with my fetishes as well. It’s not my fault that I - and my lover - enjoy me being diapered more than you like being cucked and locked in chastity! So come on, Take a big whiff of it and give me my change. Brad might like ‘unpacking’ me before he fucks me senseless, but unlike you, he’s not a shit-sniffing freak!“

MISTRESS MAY EYE  Day 29:

Tales of power, mindlessness, obedience, peace and so much more about the choices we make, ones that transform our lives in unforeseen ways.

“SEPERATION ANXIETY”

“Yes, dear. You heard me right.” The counselor’s words were quiet, firm, as cool and uncompromising as granite. “You’re here with me now for as long as we need you. As long as it takes. As many weeks and months as the program requires until we’ve met our goal.”

Wide eyes filled with questioning her choices and terror.

Lots of panic. She had definitely not been ready for this. Her fantasies had gotten hold of her and now were the consequences.

 A stifled whimper. The pacifier in her mouth.

The straightjacket snug around chest, pinning her arms.

 A desperate shaking of the head. 

All these spoke volumes, screaming out in a way that the young woman’s pacifier-swollen mouth never could. She wanted out. She had to escape. She didn’t want to do this anymore.

It was a fantasy. This was too real.

“And you see, it’s not so easy to back out now,” the counselor went on, almost as if the hapless patient shivering before her had found a way to voice her frightened protests. “All the forms have been signed. All the proper human subject paperwork, and monitoring and consent forms, and waivers of liability and non-disclosure – they’re all signed and sealed and notarized. You know this. You’re our test subject here, of your own free will. You’re receiving generous compensation, and 24/7 housing and food and medical care, all in the comfort of this comfortable apartment we’ve provided. You’re supported entirely by the program – and with that level of investment, we simply can’t allow any sudden changes of heart.”

Shame crept into those eyes as they lowered to the ground. The counselor words were true, and Amelia knew it. 

She’d signed ever so many forms: so eager, so willing to do anything to secure that incredibly generous pay…

To give into her fantasies and become fabulously wealthy in the process! It had been too much temptation for her.

“So lest you have any more doubts about how this program will proceed,” the counselor  resumed, lifting the patient’s head in her hands and gazing coolly into her quailing eyes, “Let me be absolutely clear about what you’re likely to experience these next few weeks and months. Perhaps you won’t like what you hear. That is fine. You don’t need to like it. You just need to listen and understand that this is what will happen. You will Obey. You signed away any choice to resist.”

The Counselor cleared her throat and continued. “You already know our project: to explore the benefits and limits of regression, play, and other non-standard methods of therapy on the individual. You have already had stressors from your adult life removed: communications devices, work obligations, social relations, clothing, and even toileting needs. Your mobility and your dexterity have been limited. You are being transitioned to a high-nutrient, low-stress diet even now. Your instinctual behaviors of suckling, crawling, and playing are being encouraged, and your speech and motor skills are being inhibited. Your sleep cycle is being shifted to that of a young child, with further alterations dependent on your progress…”

Seeing the confused questioning in those eyes, a frightened child, the counselor went on, a subtle smile playing on her lips. “In practical terms, you will simply become diaper dependent. You already are for our purposes, of course – but thanks to our conditioning you are likely to lose significant, perhaps even total control. Your meals will be fed to you regularly as liquids or soft solids, typically in bottle form. Your main activities will limit as much as possible your need to use cognitive abilities; you will play, crawl, and toddle at most, sleeping frequently and at intervals we define. Your life will essentially revolve around eating, drinking, soiling, and sleeping. Your mind will gradually empty and quieten as we remove stressors from it and eliminate your need to process language or use higher-level cognitive faculties. And by the end of the program, I suspect your life will have become a soft blur of napping, and drinking, and soiling, and allowing your counselors to care for you. You’ll be lying there, gazing out with those pretty, wide eyes at a world you no longer understand…And it will make you happy.”

“Then, and only then, will we have reached our goal: of complete regression and a return to stress-free, instinctual life. You, my dear, will be the first to reach this goal – I know it.I have the utmost faith in you.” 

And then the counselor smiled at last, a true, broad smile full but somehow still Mr. Grinch type sinister undertones.

In the recoiling face of her aghast listener. “You have no choice. You agreed to this, after all. You will be a very rich little baby. One that will need to be cared for. And we will be there every day, every step, as you grow up to be our little girl.”

“Your new life, separating your old life to the new can be quite anxious. Its a little bit scary and a lot of bit exciting. I think I love it! and you will too.”

modified from paddedlittleparadise

“Go get your stepmother one of the diapers or Pull-Ups from the shelf, so that I can change you. If you pick a baby diaper, you don’t have to worry about accidents, I will just change you into another diaper if you wet them. If you pick Pull-Ups, you will be treated like a big kid but you will be punished severely for any accidents you have in them. Choose wisely.”

A perfect evening

All characters in this story are consenting adults well over the age of 18.

I’m in the bedroom with my LittleOne. The door is closed because baby boys are curious and I don’t want to be chasing him all over the house tonight. There’s a playmat on the floor with some stuffies and legos and other toys. My BabyBoy is playing quietly with his legos and it gives me a chance to do some ‘Mommy stuff’. I’m on the bed planning out the week on my iPad. As I start to fill in LittleOne’s chore chart I get a whiff of something stinky. Just a hint of it and it isn’t even enough to be sure what I smelled so I take another sniff of the air. Oh yes, I definitely smell poopies. Hoping I didn’t miss the whole show, I subtly glance over at my Babyboy. I can’t help but smile when I see him squatting and leaning on one of his toys for balance as he scrunches his face. It looks like this is quite a pushie and I make a mental note to make sure my littleguy eats some more fiber at his next meal. He is grunting and straining and struggling. Finally I see his diaper start bulging downward as I hear a big sigh. He takes in another big breath and bares down again. That’s when he notices me and catches my eye. Blushing, he diverts his gaze to the floor.

“Such a good boy” I coo wanting him to know this is what I want too.

He shyly smiles at me as he finishes his poopie with a big groan. He turns and goes back to playing. I can’t help but feel bad. My poor baby must have had quite the tummy ache. He looks like he feels so much better. Maybe I need to be pushing more water sippys throughout the day along with his fiber.

“Hey sweetie? Can you please come here?”

“But I’m trying to build my castle mommy.” He whines.

“What did Mommy just ask?” I say, so he knows there is no getting out of this.

Immediately he comes over looking at the floor. I stand up from the bed and motion for him to turn around. I cup the bulge in the back of his diaper and give it a firm squeeze up agains his bum and his head instinctively falls backwards, his mouth open. I love how much he loves that.

I turn him around facing me and run my hand over the bulge in the front of his diaper before sliding my hand between his legs and reaching around again to his bum to press his messy bulge forward towards his balls. He whines about getting messy.

“Honey, you don’t need to worry about that. Mommy is here and I’m the one cleaning your messy bottom. Mommy wants a nice messy boy to clean.” I say and I see his apprehensions disappear as he lets himself truly experience his desires.

I turn him around once more and give him a firm smack right on his poopy bulge as he lets out an involuntary moan. I lay him on the bed on top of the changing mat. It takes every ounce of self control I have to not rip off the diaper and mount his cock but I want to do this right.

I slowly untape the diaper and peel off the front. But my desire gets the best of me. Seeing my man so regressed and allowing me to take care of such an intimate moment of his makes me so wet and wild. His cock is standing straight up practically pulsing.

“Babyboy, do you want mommy to ride your chubby?”

“Oh yes Mommy, please.” He begs

I climb on top of him and guide his thick cock into my dripping pussy. He may be my little boy but, he has the most perfectly exquisite cock of any man I have ever been with.

“That’s my boy.” I say as I ease down on his cock. God he feels so good.

“Does it feel good being in mommy’s kitty? You make mommy feel so good baby boy. You did such a good job making a poopy for mommy in your diapers.”

When I feel both me and him getting close I can’t help myself and the words spill out of my mouth. “Does it feel good fucking mommy on top of your diaper with your big poopy pressing up against your bottom? You are mommy’s dirty dirty boy. Mommy loves how naughty you are.”

“Mommy I can’t…I’m gonna”

“Cum in your poopies for mommy Baby”

And with that my man erupts into me and I explode in a furry of pleasure.

We catch our breath and I hop off him grabbing the wipes and cleaning myself before tending to him.

I make sure to tell him what a good boy he is and how happy he made me by using his diapers while I clean and wipe down every inch, crack, and crevice. I roll up the dirty diaper and put a clean one under him sprinkling powder and taping him up.

“How bout some cuddles?” I say “grab a stuffie while I put this in the trash and wash my hands”

I discard the dirty diaper in the pail and wash my hands. When I return my baby has his favorite bear stuffie and is waiting for me on the bed. Sucking his thumb.

“That’s my SweetBoy. Come here” I say as he cuddles close. I take out my breast so he can nurse and I know we will both fall asleep this way shortly.

“I love you StinkyBoy” I say as I kiss his head. And my baby instinctively squeezes my breast as he falls into dreamland.

You might wonder what your doing here. You seem scared and distraught. Well being kidnapped can have that effect on you.

You remember reblog those tumblr pages “reblog if you want to be diaper dependent “ or “I dare you to reblog this post it ,will make you urinary incontinence and dependent on diapers for life“ and my favorite “ reblog this post if you fantasize about being kidnapped and diapered against your will”. Well no more fantasize about it, today it be comes a reality.I monitor all and follow all who reblog my post. You know you be more careful who you talk to on the internet , there a lot of weird psycho people out there.

Your just lucky I’m not one of those people. I’m like fairy godmother, I grant wishes for people.

Don’t worry you will feel a little discomfort. The numbing gel will help things. You be restrained, and your legs , will be in stirrups for safety. At any point you don’t want proceed just tell me “stop” and I will.

Oh are you trying to say something? It hard to make out with that huge ball gag in your mouth.

Oh I see , your so excited to proceed you can barely contain enthusiasm. Now !!now !!you don’t want to make a mistake, you need to calm down so I can proceed.

First I’m going to slowly insert this micro optical camera into the head of your penis. I’m going to be able see if there any abnormalities in your urethra duct with build in camera in the end. Then if we see any abnormalities I will be to pinch them a use a build claws and use a special laser to cut them out.

Then when I reach that pesky sphincter muscle in the neck of bladder , the muscle that holds all that yellow urine back. I’m going so gently carve away at it with my tiny laser. I’m to cause the muscle not function anymore it will remain open so urine can dribble out slowly, and diapers will be requirement for life.