Diaper Stories: A Compendium of Short Stories, A Novelette and FAQ about AB/DL Diapering: Volume 1

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Amy, meal time." Her mother said as she came in the room. Becca opened the crib and took Amy out. Amy tried to make a run for it, but instead fell onto her butt.

Another conflictless plot is the self-transformation story, in which the main character learns new things about him/herself and is forever altered by the experience. There might be conflict along the way, but the overarching plot is not one of conflict. Plot Development

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I'm not letting you this time." Her mother said. She then hit her daughter over the side of the head with her purse, feeling grim satisfication as Amy passed out. She then went on to force-feed Amy the pills, and some pills to keep her asleep. Her plan went into action. In a matter of minutes, Amy's bed was replaced with a crib and all her belongings were sorted through and all things inappropriate for infants was put in the attic. Jaskier demands to know what Yennefer has been doing to his little boy. She shows him, wether he likes it or not. How was this possible?” I thought to myself. As I turned to see the reflection from another angle, it hit me. As the layers of taffeta swished about my nylon-covered legs, there was no mistake. This was no dreamlike image - this was I! I could have remained before the mirror for hours had the two women not awakened me from my reverie. It seems it's definitely against the rules to allow ladies inside the grounds,” and with a gleam in her eyes added, “and as cute as you look, sweetheart, I'm afraid that applies to you, too.” Neil is a high-powered lawyer, a successful man and respected by all, but there's one thing that he's always wanted. Not a wife, not a baby, but both of those things in one. Unfortunately for the troublesome daughter of one of his oldest friends, that girl is about to become exactly what he wants.

I reluctantly left Aunt Mary's breast but was also excited at the same time by what was going to be done to me next. There was a desk in the room and I was lead to it by Carolyn. Carolyn said,”We will use this as your changing table”, after she put a blanket on the desk. I was helped up onto the desk after Carolyn removed my baby doll nightie. He awoke, wet, confused, and a little frightened. His pajamas did seem a bit oversized, but not as much as in the dream. His diaper wasn’t all that much oversized either, but just to make certain that it was just a dream, he attempted to stand up and had to grasp the handrail on the crib to steady himself. He couldn’t figure it out, why did his clothing feel so baggy? It was as if he were a little boy wearing an adult-sized diaper several sizes too large! It was slipping! He could feel it! What the hell was going on here!? Carolyn said, “Well my darling I can give you a few pointers, you don’t need much really as you are so girly.” Yes ma'am. I knew you love lemon drizzle. I will take Beccy upstairs now. Shall I put her down for a while?''Don't you just adore this wonderful petticoat, honey?” Aunt Mary asked, giving the skirt a shake. An almost imperceptible moan escaped from my lips, as the loud frou-frou and the silken touch of the lace brushing my nylon-sheathed thighs seemed to envelope me in a kind of soft cloud. Jim has been around a long time now; I still don't like him. Mommy likes him a lot though, and I guess that is what matter. As he began stripping off his teenage clothing and getting ready to put on the provided diapers, he found himself stopped by her strong hands and chastised for not acting his new age. His mother stripped his clothing off and lead him to the changing table, made him lie down, and gave him a big plastic keyring with colorful plastic keys to play with while she cooed to him about what a good boy he was.

No Cindy! I want the report completed and done right now!’ Yelled Margaret as she started to change her daughter’s diaper, ‘Look I can’t fax you the details, I’m changing my daughters diaper’ It seems we'll have a young lady joining us for dinner today, Carolyn, and not the almost teenage boy we were expecting,” the older woman quipped. Now honey, there is a monitor with a small screen so we can watch and hear you downstairs. Be a good girl, ok?'' Lowering her head till her face was reflected in the mirror, framed by the pink ruffles highlighting the shoulders of the dress they had me wear, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a squeeze. Only when she'd gotten her crying under control and turned around had she noticed the people who'd stopped on the street to look at her.

To make matters worse, she’s now refusing to wear her diapers to bed. The teasing has really gotten to her”. Sue elaborated. “I mean, I really do sympathise. There aren’t many kids who still wear diapers at eleven, but all that washing is really getting to me, and worst of all her room is really starting to smell”. Fine, I'll make you not six anymore." Becca told her, and then fed Amy four pills before Amy realized. Becca then made Amy sleep. I told her of the movie that was due to start soon. She said, “It’s interesting you chose that particular movie, I know of the movie, a man dressing in woman's clothes." She continued, "Well Chrissy my dear girl how you are enjoying your stay here with us?" I replied, "Very much Aunt Mary, the clothes you have put me into are so wonderful I wish I could always dress this way." Aunt Mary replied, "We are glad you enjoy it so much. We want to give you a taste of what it will be like as a girl from earlier in your life, we have a surprise for you later." I was wondering what it could be and looked forward to it as I was sure it would be good. She felt the cramp cause a push in her bowels and she helplessly spread her legs to accommodate what she knew was coming next. She let out a bit of a grunt as the cramp forced another push in her bowels, only this time it was accompanied by a warm mush spreading into the seat of her pull-up. She once again felt frozen in place as her body forced the large mess into her pull-up. By the time it was done spreading across her bottom, she felt the familiar warmth between her legs as her bladder gave out as well, soaking her now messy pull-up. When I wake each morning I know my mommy is already up and busy. She can hear me playing with my activity center that's been placed in my crib. She has placed a monitor near my crib so she can hear me when I cry or just playing. Being a sissy baby has not always as nice as this. I was abused by my parents because I continually wet my bed at night and sometimes during the day when ever I was yelled at or belittled. My mother pretty much kept me in diapers and plastic panties all the time. But, all that is a story for another time.