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HEALING DUNCAN PART 4

The Further Adventures of Dave Duncan

By: (Z)Syko (G)Spice

Chapter 12: Crime and Punishment, and the Truth at Last

I woke up the next morning feeling pretty good. I had a fairly pleasant dream, and I got plenty of sleep. This experience soon turned to a nightmare for me. The first thing I noticed was that I was locked inside of a crib. I also noticed I was wearing some heavily soaked diapers, which surprisingly, weren't leaking into my footed sleeper. To top it all off, I had to go to school.

My mom entered my room and unlocked the crib. "Did baby have a good night's sleep?" I said nothing. "You know, we're going to have to move your bedtime back. From 10:00 to 9:00 for now." There went an hour of quality TV. "Let's get you ready for school."

I walked downstairs slowly and uneasily. The diapers seemed to throw off my balance a little bit. I hopped into my highchair without having to be told. Normally, I wasn't a big aficionado of coffee, but I could sure sue some now. A sudden wave of exhaustion swept over me, and I really dreaded school. Much to my protests, I didn't get any coffee though. I was given a bottle of juice and some cereal and told to finish it or I'd get a spanking. The options for me were minimal.

After breakfast, I had to poop and let it out in my diaper. My mom had me lie down on my changing table, where she strapped me down, unlocked the plastic pants, and unpinned the diapers. She wiped me up, and then told me to take a shower. The cold water woke me up but did nothing to help my spirits. I dried myself off and returned to my room (I'd given up calling it the nursery, from now until who knows when, it was my room) where my mom resumed diapering me. She powdered me amply, then took a thick stack of cloth diapers and slid them under me. These were pinned tightly, then the plastic pants were slid up over them and locked into place. Over these went a stupid looking pair of corduroy pants and a red sweatshirt, while lacking in Disney characters, still seemed explicitly juvenile. I was dressed for the day.

I combed my hair, bushed my teeth, washed my face, and got a good look at myself in the mirror. Damn, I look awful. Like an oversized 2 year old. The diapers stuck out noticeably. At least if I was allowed to wear some of my regular jeans, they were loose enough to cover it up some. I wondered how Fred was doing?

After my mom packed a few things into my backpack, I was set to leave for school. I walked out to the bus stop, my diapers crinkling along the way. I already had a cover story, albeit a thin one, laid out: Fred and I were riding bikes, slipped and fell on our asses. We were wearing several pairs of underwear to ease the swelling pain. It sounded pretty retarded, but it would have to work. On the bus, I sat with my friends but said nothing. Fred tried to keep up some kind of charade by telling some very lame jokes, but Jared and Brian saw through it. We gave them the truth, and they promised to stick by us, even though I doubted their resolve if Adrian found out about this. Seeing Stephanie was able to raise my confidence a little, but our time together ins school was very brief. I wished for once that I wasn't so smart and could have stayed back to have been with her.

The first few periods were OK. Gym proved to be an unholy nightmare. Fred and I changed into gym clothes when nobody else was around, being very cautious. It wound up taking for ever, and Coach Smevlik yelled at us. Running on the track was also no pleasure, as the diapers slowed me down a great deal, and seeing as how I wasn't blazing fast to begin with, and severely increased my time. Robbie was fortunate that he was still to battered from Friday to run, and thus had an excuse and a note signed by his parents. Back in the locker room, it took us a long time to change. I think one or two people might have been getting a tad suspicious, but it was probably paranoia. The next period for me was English, where we discussed boring literary devices. Virtually everybody was doing there one thing, and that included me. I talked with Justin and told him about my weekend.

"That sounds pretty bad," he said.

"It is."

"But get this: my little sister might be out of diapers before me."

"That just sucks, but don't worry about it."

I soon felt myself having to pee badly. Ironically, a girl raised her hand and asked to use the bathroom. I knew she was only going in there to smoke. I also knew that using the bathroom wasn't a thing to take for granted. Nonetheless, she was aloud to go, but I was stuck in my diapers. I wet them, and felt the many layers of fabric soak up the moisture. It wasn't at all uncomfortable, and lunch was up next anyway.

I told Justin to save me a seat, while I went down to the nurse to get changed. I saw Robbie there being given permission to take some pain killers (he was really mauled), and he waved to me. I waved back, and nervously approached the nurses desk.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" replied Nurse Tavers. "My name's David Duncan, and I." I drew a blank, that's what I did. Fortunately, the nurse sensed it wasn't something I was comfortable saying, and pulled my medical records from the computer.

"Your mom called last night," she said. "She also sent me this." The nurse held up a copy of the key to my plastic pants. "This way," she said, pointing to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom was a table, where she set me down. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, but there wasn't a thing I could do. I was unpinned, wiped, powdered, and re-diapered rather quickly. I thanked the nurse and went to lunch. At lunch, I became very self conscious. Even though I was in the company of friends, I was drinking out of a toddler cup, not to mention I was wearing diapers. At least, I wasn't completely alone, and could trust Justin and Fred not to bring up the topic of diapers. Nothing could prepare me for what happened after lunch, however.

During Computers, I felt the need to release a bowel movement, and knew better then to do it in class. I tried the standard procedure of attempting to cross my legs, but such was difficult with the thickness between my legs. After sitting cross-legged and looking at the clock, people began to look at me strangely. Fortunately, nobody said anything, and I was relieved of embarrassment for the time being. As soon as the bell rang, I got up and all but ran out into the hallway. I wanted to get home (or at least onto the bus) rather quickly. However, I didn't escape so fortunately. I saw Adrian and his friends waiting for me in front of my locker. People instantly began cracking on me non-stop, calling me a cocksucking diaper wearing baby. One kid even kicked me in my padded butt. This got me angry enough to want to fight back, but I knew such would be suicidal. These kids used to beat kids up at the whim of Matt Sabrien, and now served in the same capacity under Adrian.

Adrian merely stood there, laughing in that high scratchy voice of his.

"Something funny?" I finally asked him.

"No, of course not. That's a real problem you have there, especially if kids find out THAT YOU WEAR DIPAERS LIKE A BABY! I'm surprised that freshman bitch still wants to go out with you."

I could take no more, and threw the kid against a wall. "You say one word about Stephanie, and I'll kill you I swear." His smile, which had temporarily vanished, now re- appeared.

"Your right, my bad," he said nonchalantly. "That was out of bounds. However, I want to get the point across. Your a pretty bright kid, Dave. Your also well liked. You've got friends, albeit queer losers like Fred and Robbie, you have them. Well, you could lose your friends if I were to tell people."

"What the hell do you want?"

"Simple. I won't say anything, and I shall see to it that none of my associates do either if you will do a few favors for me."

"What kind of favors?"

"Nothing illegal, if that's what your worried about. Just a few things to make sure that Adrian Pascual is the undisputed king of this here school. Now I know you might hate me right now, but I'm just here to make sure that nothing goes wrong. Not for me, and if you do this, not for you either."

"I'll think about it."

"You have till next Monday. And make sure you get your didees changed."

I ran out of there 2 steps away form breaking into tears. I was being blackmailed, threatened, and humiliated. My diapers were now soiled, and I wanted nothing more then to get home. I had missed the bus, so I had to wait a few minutes for the late bus. Fortunately, there were only 2 other people taking the late bus, and neither of them seemed to notice my diapers (though they probably noticed the smell). It was not a good way to return to school. When I got home, my mom had little pity for me. She changed me and told em that these things happen, and the teasing would eventually go away. I felt like playing basketball, in the hope that it would cheer me up. My mom deliberated about letting em out there, but finally agreed. I grabbed my basketball and headed for the park.

Stephanie, Fred, Jared, and Brian were all waiting for me there. "What's going on?" I asked.

"We were wondering where you were," Stephanie explained.

"It was that asshole Adrian, wasn't it?" asked Fred. I nodded. "He kept on bugging me about the diapers all day. I felt like sneaking him, but my arm's still sore, thanks to him."

"There has to be some way to get back at him," Brian said.

"A plan of some sort."

"Fuck plans, I know how," said Fred.

"How's that?" I asked anxiously.

"We go ask Tommy Morrow. He knows Adrian, I think."

"Who is this kid?" asked Jared.

"I don't know," I said. "But I hope he can help."

"He will," said Fred. "Me and you will see him Saturday."

Everyone left except for Stephanie. I was almost too embarrassed to look her in the eye. "You know, your not going to be wearing diapers all your life," she said. "Thank God," I replied. "I like to wear them, just not all the time. I can't go on living like a baby for ever." "I don't think anybody, not even your parents expect you too."

"But they keep treating me like a baby." "Just learn to enjoy it for a little bit more, then they'll realize your mature enough to move on. Your already more mature then most guys I know, your just a little confused about life right now."

"I see you decided to opt for the psychology course this year."

"Yup. But I really mean all that about you, its not just a bunch of terms."

"Thanks. Your pretty good at diagnosing people." "You really think so?"

"Yup. I'd better be getting home. Maybe we'll see each other Sunday, or if not, in school at least."

"OK."

Self confidence restored, I returned home. My diapers were dry, so I was set in my playpen while dinner was cooking. I had to go while sitting there, and wet my diapers while playing with blocks. So much time away from Stephanie had its effect on my hormones, so I began to pay more and more attention to the feelings I got while in diapers. I got hard every time I wet myself, and this time, I decided to satisfy it by rubbing the front of my diaper. I kept on rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until at last I ejaculated and became limp. It felt really good, but I would have completely freaked had anybody known I jerked off while wearing diapers.

I was very doubtful that my mom would let me meet Fred's friend Tommy, but one call from Fred's mom changed that. The more I heard about this kid, the more curious I was to meet him. I finally got my chance on Saturday. Fred's mom gave me and Fred a ride to his house (which was in a pretty seedy area of Boston), and I felt pretty nervous. Tommy's mother opened the door and introduced herself. She was trying to be nice, but she looked somewhat nerve-racked in her appearance. Nonetheless, she was courteous to point us in the direction of Tommy's room. Inside, handcuffed to a bed was the most ornery looking 16 year old that I had ever seen.

"Sup, Fred?" he asked. "See you brought a friend."

"Yup. This is Dave."

"Hi," I said nervously.

"You wondering why I'm handcuffed like this?"

"Yes."

"Punishment. It was either this or jail, and given the choices, this ain't that bad. Just got to put up with my mother and my sister. Bitches can't stop me, I'll be back doing my usual shit in less then a month."

"If you think this is bad, look at what me and Dave have to go through," Fred said, showing the top of his diaper to Tommy.

"Fuck you, I'm wearing one right now too," replied Tommy.

"It ain't that thick, but it still sucks. So, what can I do to help out my hommies?"

"We got a problem with a kid named Adrian," siad Fred. "Adrian Pascual?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

"Hells yeah, I know the cocksucker. I've been meaning to fuckin' kill his ass for some time now, but it looks like it will have to wait. Let me tell you a story about Adrian." "Sure," I said. I was eager to learn the origins of this kid. "All right, check this up," began Tommy. "It's summer, right. So me and my friends been pretty much free to do whatever the fuck we want. It was good times. We were smokin' weed, hooking up with mad sluts, and all that. And we didn't get in that much trouble either."

The more I heard about this kid, the more and more I was sure he was purely no good. I let him continue his story, however. "Anyway, it's like near the end of summer, so we want to do something really fun. So we decide to rob a store. Not going to hurt anybody, just steal stuff. I get my posse up, and I also get two kids and their friends who want in on it. One was Matt Sabrien, and the other was Adrian. Matt was an OK guy, but Adrian pissed me the fuck off. He wasn't ought, and he would just sit their and say nothing, looking at us like he was all better. He was smart though, and we needed his help. Anyway, the day of the robbery comes. We all get on our ski masks, gloves, and grab weapons. Everyone was armed, except for Adrian. He was going to get us in there, so he didn't disguise himself. Well, it was going fine until we ran into another gang that was trying to rob the same fuckin' store! Adrian ran out of there and told us that we either bounce, or fight. We opted for fight, and we nailed those bastards. Eventually, the police came. Everyone got busted except for Adrian, who ran out of there like the chicken-shit he is."

"So, what happened to everyone?"

"Well, we were given a choice between jail, or some type of `alternative sentencing.' I thought that both were bullshit, and I'd just go to jail. My mom begged me to go for alternative sentencing, so I finally agreed. I figured it'd be so fuckin' easy, I might enjoy it. you know, like community service or something. Instead, I got sent to a fuckin' prison camp. I was only there for a little bit before I was released into the custody of my mom. She was pretty pissed at me, but I was a lot more pissed at her. Do you know what it's like for the government to make you to be taken care of fore your parents? Anyway, I started just acting like an asshole around here at first, doing whatever I wanted. Then one day, I nearly fuckin' killed myself. I had been walking with a bad leg since the fight, and I just flew down a set of stairs. When I woke up, I was handcuffed to this bed, and I was wearing a diaper. I decided just to do what I was told for awhile, and that's how it's been for the past few days."

While Fred was still absorbed by the magnitude of the story, I broke free form thought to ask a question. "Whatever happened to Matt?"

"He stayed at the prison camp. He's getting released pretty soon. It'll be good to see that bitch again. Me and him have unfinished business with Adrian."

I was now completely perplexed. Tom Morrow was a criminal, so was Matt. Adrian wasn't a criminal but was no good nonetheless. Who do I trust? I shouldn't even be here talking to this guy, he could decide that I'm on Adrian's side all of the sudden and break me in half.

"Wondering what your doing here?" asked Tommy. "Think of it as a way of scaring you straight. If you fuck up and get in trouble, you'll wind up like me." He laughed for a moment before becoming dead serious again.

"You going back in business after this?" asked Fred. "Hell yeah," replied Tommy. "Opportunities like that, I don't sit on my ass and wait for somebody else to take them."

"What business?" I asked.

"Blackmailing and beating kids up. I'm the head of the teen Mafia. I'll fuck anybody over if the price is right." "Looks like Adrian is after your job," I said.

"Is he?" Tommy said smiling. "Tell him Tom Morrow is coming to get him back." There was an odd silence before Tom broke it by asking if anybody had a cigarette. Fred and I both said no, as neither of us smoked.

"You going to do be smoking and drinking and causing chaos when you get out of here?" I finally asked. "Hell yeah. Any reason why I shouldn't?"

"That's what got you here in the first place."

"Don't fuckin' tell me what I'm going to be doing. Your sounding like my mother."

"Sorry, I just wanted to know.."

"I could give you more of my life story, but then I'd be doing it for your entertainment. So suck it. You want to know more about me, go ask my sister."

I decided to take him up on his offer, and confronted his 13 year old sister Julie and asked him if Tom was really the hellspawn he seemed to be.

"He got it from our dad, I think," she explained. "he used to get real drunk and come home and give us all hell." "Sorry to hear."

"It's OK," she replied. "he left us when I was like really young, so I don't remember. Tommy does though. He remembered all the beatings he got. I guess he just became angry at everything, including himself, and decided to take it out on the world by doing all kinds of stuff. He tried to become the man of the house after dad left, and I guess he wanted to be as worse. He does so much to seem like he's really tough, but on the inside, he's really more like a baby. I mean, he can handle himself in most situations, but sometimes, after stuff doesn't go his way for a long time, he'll break don't. I saw him crying a few times."

"I think all people are like that on the inside, it's just harder to find in some."

"He'd laugh if I told him this, but despite all the stuff he's done, I love him."

"Do you think there's anything I could learn from him?" "Yeah, if there the right things. Just be careful how you approach him, OK. He doesn't like questions." "Yeah, I saw that."

"By the way, you look pretty cute in those diapers. Fred too." I blushed at this, and replied "thanks." A bit more confident, I reproached Tom. "So, how do we nail Adrian?" he asked. "I mean besides trying to scare him by telling him your coming for him."

"Spy on the little faggot. Follow him around, some of the stuff he does away from his big tough friends is pretty fuckin' funny."

"Good idea," said Fred.

"Of course it is," replied Tom. "I thought of it."

"What about him blackmailing me?" I asked.

"Call his bluff. I'm willing to bet he won't tell. Or if you think he's going to, tell everyone first to really fuck him over. Make it seem like you wear diapers for a medical reason. It'll make him look twice as bad." "Thanks," I replied.

"Way to learn from the man," said Fred. "Can I ask you another question?" I asked tom. I no longer feared his response. "Yeah, what?"

"Do you like wearing diapers?" For a minute I thought he would try to strangle me with his non-cuffed hand, but he suddenly answered. "yeah, actually I do. Gives me an excuse not to worry about drug deals, hookin people up with stuff, and keeping the world from falling apart. You tell anyone I said that.."

"Don't worry, we won't," Fred and I replied synonymously.

"Well, you got everything you need on Adrian?" asked Tom.

"Yup, thanks a lot," I said.

"Cya, Tom," said Fred.

We left having accomplished our objective of finding a way to bring down Adrian. Fred was content enough with that, I but I learned something far greater: there is good inside of everyone, and nothing is what it appears.



Chapter 13: Revenge and Redemption

I spent Sunday trying to think of a way to put Tom's plan into action. There were two factors I desperately needed for it to work. One factor was me being able to beat Adrian at his own game of intimidation. The other factor was that Matt's friends would take my side. Both looked doubtful, but I had to risk it. My birthday was next Sunday, and if this worked, it would serve as a very nice gift to me...and the rest of the world for that matter. Monday proved to be very nerve-racking for me and Fred. We were both on the lookout for Adrian, and were lucky to have avoided him all day. A confrontation after school, however, was inevitable. He was there all right, and a conglomeration of various thugs (his 'posse') was behind him. Like defenders of a dying nation, we stood ready to face the enemy.

"Well, if it isn't my good diaper-wearing friends Frederick and David? How you doing? Been pissing yourself lately?"

We remained silent.

"Well, enough small talk, down to business. Are you ready to do me a few favors?"

"You can take your favors," said Fred. "And shove them up your fucking ass!"

"I expected as much from you, fag. What about you, Dave? You smarter then this retard?"

I said nothing.

"Well, are you going to help me, and yourself, out or not?"

I shook my head.

"You know your dead. I'll tell everyone."

"They already know," I said coolly.

"Say what?"

"I already told everybody that I wear diapers. Only they think I wear them for medical reasons. It wouldn't look very good if you made fun of that, would it Adrian?" It was hard to keep myself from laughing. I watched Adrian look at me as if I had just announced that he had the winning numbers for the lottery. His eyes were wide and his jaw all but fell to the floor. It was quite a sight while it lasted. Eventually, he stopped gaping, and collected his wits.

"Well, I must say, I'm impressed," he said. "Way to slip out of the situation." He was complimenting me. I knew I had my chance to turn it around and I took it. "Well, thanks, but it's really not as good as what you were able to pull off with the armed robbery." "Say what?"

"Yeah. You and Tom and Matt and all of their friends, a few of which are probably here right now."

"Yeah, I remember."

"So Adrian," asked Bob Taylor, a friend of Matt's in league with Adrian. "What's he talking about? You got caught and did some time like the rest of us, right. All because somebody ratted on us!"

"Any idea who that somebody could be?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"Holy shit," said Kevin Womack, another friend of Matt's. "It was him, wasn't it!"

I now saw past the serpent-like qualities of Adrian, and realized he was just a dumb, cocky kid who was about to get beaten the fuck up unless I did something.

"I have to stop this," I told Fred.

"Why?"

"Because I'll have no part in murder."

I witnessed Bob and Kevin beginning to re-tell the story to the rest of their cohorts, and they were instantly riled up against Adrian. Adrian could do nothing to reason with them, and they were about to tear him apart until I intervened.

"Wait!" I yelled. "We could just kill him now, but then he'd probably get his parents to sue all of us."

"You got a better idea, kid?"

"Yeah. I talked with Tom. He said Matt would be back in a few days, and he and Matt would want to settle this themselves. He also told me that until they were here, I could decide this."

"You expect us to listen to you?"

Pulling off my best impersonation of Tom Morrow, I answered, "Hell yes, motherfucker."

"Aright," said Kevin. "we'll finish this Saturday."

The group dispersed, and nobody was left except for me, Fred and Adrian. Adrian's complexion had turned ghastly pale, and he was nearly crying.

"That was totally awesome," said Fred. "I would have just let him beat him up, but when Matt and tom get here, it will be twice as good. By the way, nice bluff about you being in charge."

"Thanks," I said.

Fred then turned to Adrian, who now looked no more harmless then an infant. "You are so dead. How does it feel?"

"Pretty lousy. I deserve this though. What I've been doing has been wrong, but I'd never really gotten into any trouble for it until now. Dave, I'd like to thank you for saving my life and I'd like to offer you a deal."

"Bullshit," said Fred. "You couldn't convince my grandma to do something unless she wanted it more then you."

"He's right," I said. "You can't exactly offer me much."

"Then I ask of you this favor: make sure I live through Saturday. I don't care what you do, just let me live and I won't ever forget it."

An inspiration had struck me just then, and I replied that I would indeed see to it that Adrian escaped death and major injury. He would, however pay a price of a different kind. Fred and I headed home, both of us feeling triumphant. "Your really good at that negotiating/intimidating stuff that Adrian does," he said.

"Thanks."

"Why don't you blackmail people? I know we can make a lot of money and get away with it."

"Fred, if I started doing that and I enjoyed it, I'd forget completely what it means like to be threatened, and to have limits. Then I'd turn into Adrian."

"So, what are you going to do with Adrian," he asked. "It's a surprise," I answered. "Just call Tom and tell him to be at the park on Saturday."

"Aright," he answered. "This is going to be so cool." For the rest of the week, there was actually peace in school. Adrian was to scared to bother anybody, and his would-be tormentors were to pre-occupied thinking about Saturday. A shy kid like me could actually walk the hallways without fear. The only thing that maligned the situation was knowing that Matt would be back soon, and probably take back his rightful position. I was hoping I hadn't replaced one tyrant with another.

Despite having most of my privileges revoked, I still squeezed in some time after school to do as I pleased. I spent a few days a week with Stephanie, and we almost always had a good time together. I also spent some time hanging out with Jared, Brian and Fred. Finally, my remaining time I spent on the Internet, reaching out to others who enjoyed diapers as much as I did. I found many of people to talk about the subject with were just an e-mail away.

During Friday afternoon, my friends and I congregated at the park. Each one of us had a major piece of news to share with the rest of the group, so we took turns spreading it around. Fred went first.

"I'm finally getting out of diapers today," he said. "How did you shorten the punishment?" I asked. "Well, my parents were getting pretty sick of taking care of me so much and it was costing them a lot, so they agreed to let me off with the warning that if I ever acted up again, it would be back to diapers."

"What about Sarah?"

"She was enjoying bossing me around so much that she was going to do something then blame it one me. However, I listened to her talking to one of her friends on the phone, and I was able to find out what she was going to do, as well as something else she didn't want me to know. So I blackmailed her into not telling. I was tempted to make her wear diapers for a month and see how she liked it, but I thought that might be going a bit to far."

"You talk to Tom?"

"Yeah, he said he'd be there."

Brian went next with his bit of news. "I got my PSAT scores back, and they were really high."

"How high?"

"1450."

"Wow."

"That means if I do as good or better when I take the SAT's, I could be headed to some place like Harvard or Princeton. At least that's where my parents want me to go."

"But you don't?"

"Not really. I'm no rich man's son, and I'm no genius." "Then don't go. Besides, if you did that good, then a lot of places will be offering you scholarships." Jared was next with his piece of news. "Carla's engaged."

"Good for her."

"But bad for me. Makes me feel like I'm going to die completely alone. No wife, no kids, no dogs, no cats, not even a damn Chia pet to look after!"

"Jared, you know you an uncle? You have family." "Yeah, but I'm probably rarely going to ever get a chance to see Tina."

"So, get a dog or something."

"Remember Woody?"

"Oh yeah, sorry to bring that up again." Woody used to be Jared's golden retriever and 2nd best friend (next to em of course) before he was hit by a car. Jared's hated animals since. "OK, so ask a girl out."

"I can count the number of attractive single girls on one hand, and they probably won't stay single for long." "Well, I wasn't going to tell you this because I thought you'd get pissed, but there's this girl I've been talking to online, and I sent her a picture of you, and she said you looked really good."

"You sent my picture to somebody who you don't even know? How do you know she isn't a stalker or something?" "Because we exchanged phone numbers and she called me once."

"Aright, do you know what she looks like?"

"In a word: hot."

"And where does she live? Like Alaska or something?"

"15 minutes from here."

"And she's real."

"Face it Jared, you just don't want to face the fact that your not the anti-Christ of dating. Your letting 1 or 2 bad experiences kill you."

"You're right. So, what's this girls name?"

"Megan."

"Cool. Tell her I'd like to hook up some time."

"Will do."

"So, now that you've sat through listening to our pathetic lives, what's up with you?"

"Birthday party at my house on Sunday. Everybody is going to be able to be there?"

There was a unanimous yes. Later, I realized that my knack for helping people exceeded my knack for intimidating them. That one afternoon played a key role in helping me determine my destiny, but that's another story. Fred, Tom and I were the first people at the park on Saturday. Bob and Kevin showed up next, then Anisha, and so on until there was enough of a youthful criminal element to take out a small country. There was still no sign of Adrian, or Matt for that matter.

"I am going to fuck that bitch up," Tom threatened. "No you're not. You'll get revenge, just follow my lead, OK."

"You telling `em what to do again?"

"Give me a break, it's my birthday tomorrow. Besides, I got us here, right?"

"Aright, I got my confidence in you, Dave." At last, the smallish figure of Adrian could be seen running into the park entrance. Running? From what? All of his enemies were right here, except for one. I saw Matt enter through the opposite end of the park. There was definitely something different about him. He lacked his previous flair and style, but he still looked big and mean. Was it possible that he had actually changed while in that camp?

"Hey Matt, whadup dog," greeted Tom.

"Sup."

"We were watchin' your back, Matt," said Kevin. "So, ready to get bloody with this?" asked Bob. "Yo, my boy Dave got something figured out," Tom said. "Don't listen to him," said Kevin.

Matt looked at his friends, then at Adrian, then at me, and finally spoke. "I'll leave this up to you, Dave." Despite the fact it put more pressure on me, I was glad to have found Mat Sabrien to be on my side for once. Now was the fun part.

"Well, if your not going to kill me, do something," Adrian taunted. Apparently, he had reverted to his prior condition. "It's getting pretty boring just standing here." "Aright, I will," I said in an equally snide tone. "Since your so bored, I'll go entertain you and everyone else with a story. Once upon a time there was a kid named Adrian. Adrian wasn't very strong, but he was smart. Adrian's parents divorced and he got very little attention from his mother. He felt left out. All he wanted was to feel special. And because he wasn't very strong or big, nobody really noticed him.

So Adrian put that brain of his to work, and he began to think crazy things. He began to think that he could do anything. And at first, he could. He became an expert at stealing things, and was even more proficient in lying his little mouth off. And because he was so smart, he never got in trouble. This pissed a lot of people off, but a lot more people noticed Adrian as well. He was getting what he wanted: attention.

And Adrian just kept on going and going, doing more and more crazy things. He feared that if he stopped, people might open their eyes and realize he wasn't tough at all. Then everyone would hate him for having tricked them. Well, Adrian has now realized he's not invincible, and now people know he's not. In fact, they've always known, but now they know for sure. So to bad for poor Adrian. He is, for all intensive purposes, screwed."

"That's a nice story you tell, Dave," he answered sarcastically. "You ought to get it published."

"But you admit, it's true."

"I'm not admitting anything."

"But your not denying it."

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Why? Because people aren't ready to kill you? Because you've lost your reason to fuck with them? See everybody, this is a lot better then torturing him any other way." My delivery was flawless except for one thing: I underestimated my ability as an actor. My objective was to get him to take back his pride, but I intimidated him to the point where it enraged him. He started cursing at me, then with the last of his strength punched me right in the face. "No tough enough? Take that, you diaper-wearing baby. Fuck you!"

Matt and Tom instantly grabbed him and threw him to the ground. They were going to kill him when the second part of my plan fell into place.

"Adrian, when are you going to grow up and realize that you don't have to be tough all the time," said Gena Damasco. "What are you doing here?" asked Fred.

"Adrian lives next door to me," answered the pretty young college student. "I used to baby-sit for him, so I have an idea of how obnoxious he can get. Word got around that Matt was back, and I wanted to make sure nobody got hurt, that's all."

"Nobody will," I said. "But, I can use your help."

"How so?"

"Would you mind hanging out with Adrian for a week?"

"No, I don't mind."

"What?" asked Adrian bewildered. "What the fuck?"

"Why don't you go home before you get yourself killed?

Come on, I'll walk with you." I watched as the two of them headed for home."

"Yo, Dave what the fuck is this?" asked Tom. "Think of it this way: if he's hanging out with her, he can't bother us."

"That I don't care about. I want to make the bastard pay!"

"He'll pay, don't worry."

"How?" asked Fred, confused.

"Well, think of it this way. You get the opportunity to hang out with a beautiful young college girl you've had a crush on for years, what do you do?'

"She single?"

"Yup."

"Mack it out."

"Too bad for Adrian, he won't get a chance to make a move."

"Why? You gonna cut his balls off or something?"

"No. Let's just say for the rest of the week he'll be wearing a chastity belt. He made fun of me wearing diapers, so now he'll get to spend some time in them. Too bad he won't get to sleep with a college girl. But think of it this way. Maybe he'll learn something from it."

The crowd was silent. Matt was the first one to speak. "Duncan, you never cease to amaze me. Just when I think your some soft-ass consciences nerd, you come up with something brilliant like that. I mean, that's really good, denying him sex."

"Matt, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Did you learn anything while you were in that camp?" "Yeah, I did. It didn't break me down and shit, but it got me thinking that in a few years, I'm going to be free to do whatever the fuck I want. And that is going to be absolutely nothing if I'm dead or in jail. I ain't never stealing anything again."

"True dat," added Tom.

"It's good to be back," said Matt. "Hey Dave, I owe you something for this. Whatever you want, I'll hook you up." "Two things," I said. "First, make sure you and your friends graduate this place alive."

"Why? What do you care?" "Because I might hire you for a job in whatever giant corporation I am able to own, and you are no good to me dead."

"Aright. Maybe I'll just buy the company first, smartass."

"Two. About the diapers. They are my business. I'm not queer, I'm not a baby. I just like wearing them. I won't be wearing them for the rest of my life. So just leave it alone and don't give me a hard time about it." "OK."

"Welcome back." "Thanks, and peace out, bro." Matt went to catch up on old times with his friends, while Tom, Fred, and I went to check up on Adrian. "That was really something you just pulled," said Tom. "Thanks," I replied.

"No, really. You got good people skills. Now I'm wondering why your so shy if you got skills like that?" "I guess I'm just scared. I mean, if I gave advice to people all the time and I ended up telling them to do something that would totally ruin their lives, then I'd never be able to live with myself. So I just keep my mouth shut."

"Everyone makes mistakes," said Tom. "Just live with them."

"I know," I said. "I've made enough and I'm starting to learn from them. Some people take longer I guess. Some people can solve all of their own problems and others need help." That was when a realization hit me. I saw myself a decade or so from that point sitting in an office. The sign on my door read Dr. David Duncan, Psychiatrist. It takes most people until their freshman year of college to know for sure what they want to do in life, I knew my sophomore year in high school.

The three of us walked to Gena's house. She was at home, and thankfully her brother was not. "Where's Adrian?" I asked.

"Probably at home getting yelled at," said Gena. "I'd be willing to spend time with him, but he has got to calm down. I mean, sometimes he's yelling and cursing everything in sight, but most of the time, he just sits there like he's king of the world with this weird smile on his face like he is going to kill me in my sleep or something. He's not a bad person, but God, he needs to calm down."

"You know he has a crush on you?" I asked her. "I know, but how did you get him to admit that?" "I didn't,. I just saw the way he looked at you, and I knew."

"OK, so?" "Well, your sure you'd be comfortable hanging out with him then?"

"I don't know. I never thought of it like that. But I don't think he would try anything with me. Would he?" "I don't know," I answered. "But I do know something that would keep him in line." Fred and I explained the details of diaper punishment, and the effect it had on people. Gena agreed to try it on Adrian when he came over here.

"I definitely gotta see this," Tom said with a smile. I handed Gena a bag containing diapers and a few other baby items, and she put them under her bed. The three of us decided to stand in a closet and hide while this took place. Within 5 minutes, Adrian walked in. Despite probably being yelled at and abused by his own mother, he still had that contemptuous look upon his face. From the way he was walking, he also looked like he'd taken about 3 beers. I had to admire his determination to keep up his facade of invulnerability, even though just about everybody in the world could see through it by now.

"Come on in," said Gena.

"Sorry about before," he said with little affection. "Temporary lapse of judgment. Forgive me?" "Sure."

"I've decided that I'm not going to try anything to get those guys back," he said. "If anything, they need help. I mean, with all the drinking and the smoking, they'll probably only live until 21." That statement marked him as about the biggest hypocrite I had ever come to known. "Nice to know you care," Gena said. She knew he was up to one of his mental games, and she decided to play along...for now.

"Plus, then there's that kid Duncan," he said. "I didn't mean to punch him at all. He's a good kid. Smart and caring, but he definitely has problems. I mean, what kind of person wears diapers past the age of 3. Unless it's a medical thing, but I think I just wears them because he likes to."

I felt like storming out of the closet at that point, but I restrained myself and watched as the game continued. "So," he said. "How's college? Find any guys you like there?"

"No, a lot of college guys think that their still in high school. They're mostly jerks." "That's too bad," he said. "I know you deserve better than that."

"I'd really like somebody who's idea of fun isn't partying all the time. Somebody with a brain." "You know, I got around 1350 on PSATS." "Congratulations. That's pretty good." "If you think so."

It was incredibly funny watching Adrian try to win over a girl he knew he had no chance with. It would have been sad had he actually been in love, but I truly believed that the heart of Adrian Pascual was stone cold and icy. "Adrian, come here for a second," she said. He moved closer to her. "Do you like me?" "Yes I do," he answered honestly. "There's nothing not to like about you."

"You mean that honestly?" "Yes." "If I asked you to do something for me, would you?" "Yes." He didn't even ask what. He didn't analyze, he didn't think. I had underestimated him. He was perfectly human, and he had a soft side. "Would you wear diapers for a week?"

"What?!" "I know that sounds crazy, but listen. Most guys I know would say no because it insulted their masculine pride. If you say yes, it will prove to me that your more mature then they are. Honestly, I wouldn't mind going out with a kid who is a few years younger than me if he was older and wiser at heart."

"Your saying if I wear diapers, you'd go out with me?" "Maybe. But I'll guarantee you we can be friends." "OK, I'll do it."

While in that closet, I thought about, of all things, the movie "There's Something About Mary." Looking past the animal abuse and the lies and the sick humor involved, it was a love story. About a guy with no chance who would do anything to get his girl. He winds up getting attacked by a dog, getting a fishhook caught in his mouth, getting accused of murder, double crossed by friends, and finally winds up surrendering to Brett Favre. In the end, however, he won. He got his girl. While wearing diapers is a lot less painful then what Ben Stiller went through, it does prove that some people will do anything when there in love. And I was convinced without a shadow of a doubt that Adrian Pascaul was in love with Gena Damasco.

I watched as Gena had him lay down on the floor and removed his clothes. She pulled out a disposable diaper, and put it on him. He stood up and she gave him a kiss on the forehead. I can imagine any number of pre-adolescent boys wanting to vomit at the scene, but I thought it was nice thing. Now realizing that we had no rightful place, we waited until they left the room and sneaked out of the closet and went home.

At home, I was changed and put down for a nap. Before I fell asleep, I took time to think about how my life had changed in the past year. I went from suicidal to happy with the way I am, and from there on made sure everybody was happy with themselves as well. I knew I could heal people's emotional wounds as long as I myself was healed, and that was something to look forward to when I turned 15.



Chapter 14: Happy Birthday

The next day was Sunday, my birthday. I liked to draw to much attention to the fact that it was my birthday, as people often gave me gifts which I felt I didn't deserve (or worse, birthday punches). However, today I was willing to accept the gifts and stand up to the punches.

My parents knew that I was inviting people over, and they approved. They warned me that my friends were going to have to witness me in my baby clothes and so forth, but I didn't care, and neither did my friends. That's what friends are for. Not caring how weird you are.

I took a shower that morning, and was diapered as usual. My mom put me in a pair of overalls and a striped shirt. She also presented me with a card from her and dad, and wished me happy birthday. I read the card, set it aside, and took out the check that was in it. It wasn't for a lot of money, but then again it wasn't really my birthday gift. This whole baby treatment was.

I went online and checked my mail. I had some posts to a diaper news group, as well as e-mail from Megan and Austin, two kids who lived near me and wore diapers. I had told them that they were welcome to come down here, and they both said that they would. This made me happy, but I bet Jared would be even happier, so I e-mailed him about it. I knew he wouldn't have a problem with Megan liking diapers, although he might be a bit surprised. Lastly, there was mail from Adrian and Tom and Matt, each one thanking me for resolving the situation between them.

My friends began showing up at around 1:00. Stephanie was the first one there. She gave me a kiss and a "happy birthday" as well. Jared showed up next, and he seemed a bit more nervous then usual. I assured him that he would no fine. Fred arrived next, sans diapers for which I wasn't thrilled but I bet he was. And lastly from that group, Brian the king of punctuality arrived at exactly 1:00 sharp. Austin and Megan each arrived at about the same time. They recognized me from my picture and wished me happy birthday. Megan then noticed Jared and the two of them began talking. In the meantime, Fred was up to his old tricks again and proposed we all go down to the park and play football. I wasn't really fond of the sport, but it seemed to be a good idea, so I agreed to it.

We divided up into two teams. Fred, Brian and Jared went up against me, Megan, Stephanie and Austin. Fred then insulted me further my adding that he could beat us without another player. I decided that if I was going to lose, I'd lose fair and began to think of a solution. Fortunately, Justin happened to be in the park that day making sketches of trees. I asked him if he wanted to play, and he agreed. The teams were equal and we commenced playing. We played odds and evens for possession, and Fred's team won. No less then 2 downs later, they had scored. It was now our ball, and I was faced with the responsibility of having to play quarterback. I figured out a way to get the ball to a receiver without getting run over by incoming rushers. It depended entirely on timing, but it worked. Austin was able to run the to the end zone for a touchdown, but not after facing a barrage of tackles that sent him to the ground flat on his amply-diapered ass. Still, he dove in there and tied it up.

On the first down, Jared threw a short pass to Justin. It seemed as if he could run pretty fast. However, the kid was as thin as a twig and didn't know anything about football and how to evade the defense. So he took the ball and ran, and when we were closing in on him, he panicked and threw it. That play decided the fate of the game. I started to move back to catch it, but Fred got in my way and started to throw me face first to the ground. Then Stephanie came over and told him to stop it. Meanwhile, Brian was re-assuring Justin that worse things had happened, and Austin came over to my location to see if I was OK. Nobody was looking when Megan picked up the ball and began to run to the end zone.

Eventually, Fred noticed, but he was to far away to do anything. So he yelled for Jared. Naturally, Jared wasn't about to tackle a girl, especially one that he liked. On the other hand, he didn't want Fred cracking on him for weeks at a time. So he ended up lying down right in front of the end zone.

"If you want the touchdown," he shouted to Megan. "Your going to have to step on me first." "We'll see about.." she began. She jumped into the air and over Jared, ended up tripping over his arm and flying to the ground. "Ouch!" "You OK?" asked Jared. "Yeah, but that scared the piss out of me. Literally. I thought I was going to crack my skull open." Jared helped her up and we all headed back to my house. Since nobody (besides Megan or Jared, and they wouldn't say) actually saw if the ball itself went past the line, it was recorded in each of our minds as a draw.

Back at home, my mom served us all some cake. It was Devil's Food, my favorite. After cake, we watched Armageddon. It turned out to be a very good movie, but it was long. During the duration of it, I ended up wetting my diaper some more and towards the end I pooped in it as well. Following the movie, I went up to my room to be changed. Stephanie changed me while my mom changed Austin, who had wet his diaper as well. My mom accepted the fact that there were plenty of people in the world who enjoyed wearing diapers, and while it was by no means normal, if people enjoyed it then there was nothing wrong with it. Megan then approached me and asked me if I could change her.

"Why don't you ask Jared?" I asked her. "Because he might get the wrong idea or something. I like him, but I wouldn't want him to confuse an invitation to change my diapers as an invitation towards anything sexual."

"OK," I replied and changed her wet diaper. According to demographics, a greater percentage of teen babies and diaper lovers tend to be male. However, regardless of sex, everyone one of us enjoys diapers and that's what counts. If things worked out, I realized that Jared would be a pretty lucky guy.

At last, it came time for me to receive presents from everybody. From Jared, I received a new basketball and tickets to a Celtics game. Fred gave me a small card that read: FREE PASS ADMITTING CARDHOLDER TO THE SERVICES AND ENTERPRISES OF TOM MORROW. I smiled, and put the card in a safe place. Brian gave me a computer game, and Austin and Megan gave me a gift certificate to a place that sells AB products. Last, and definitely not least, Stephanie gave me a T-shirt with a poem on it (it began I am....and ended on the back with I am). The poem seemed to symbolize me, and it was the best gift I got.

At the end of the day, after everyone left, I got one final gift from my parents. They gave me a copy of the key to my plastic pants. Now one might think, what's the point? I'm already diaper-dependent and I love diapers, so why would I want a device that would enable me to take them off if I so wanted. Because the key symbolized freedom and owning it gave me a sense of responsibility. I was at this age very much adult. Except in spirit. My spirit shall forever be young.



Chapter 15: Real World Blues

Slowly and slowly that year passed, and slowly and slowly I began to grow. Sure, many things happened. I made more friends and less enemies. My relationship with Stephanie got even deeper. I saw changes in my friends' lives and my own, and I finished the 10th grade with a high GPA. However, all these things were insignificant. An understanding came to me, one which hits most people when they are a little older, say in their last year of high school. However, it hit me at this time, and unlike most people, it didn't bother me.

What I realized was this. Despite all that I can claim to be, I am just a kid. All of the challenges I had overcome were made by kids. I was living in a kid's world, and I dealt with kids. So what if I succeeded. There was the real world out there, and I had to face it.

This realization pointed to the fact that I had to take hold of life and start to become and adult. I was ready, as I exhibited many adult characteristics, but I was not an adult. The first thing I needed to do was get a job. Not so much as for money as for having a sense of pride in earning my own dollars.

Though I wanted a job, I was not yet prepared to give up my diapers. They were very much a part of my life now. Some say the held me back, but I say they kept me on track. They did pose one problem though. Who would want to hire a 15 year old kid who wears diapers? Nobody, right. Well, wrong.

I talked to Stephanie about the possibility of getting a job, and she was a lot of help. "Well, where do you want to work?" "Anywhere. Preferably at doing something that I'm good at."

"Listen, Dave. Your good at helping people with their problems. But you don't have a degree and you can't make money doing that. Ditto playing basketball. And I can't make money helping people either, and it pisses me off. However, I think I found a place where we can both get a job."

"Where's that?' "My cousin Don's store." "He'd hire me." "Definitely."

As I recalled, Don's store just opened not too long ago. It was built on the highway and occupied a pretty big plot of land. It was actually several stores in one. One store sold baby clothing, supplies, and furniture. Another sold kid's clothing and furniture. There was also a day care center, and I heard an adoption center was thinking of moving in there. Finally, and very few people knew about this, it catered to the adult baby population. When Stephanie said 'work' I was quiet confused by what she meant.

"Well, you could be a stock boy or a cashier, but I know something that your probably better at." "What's that?" "You get to be the store's mascot." "What?" "You get to appear in ads and TV, and you come down to the store and help advertise stuff. After awhile, you get to train a replacement and move on to any other position you want."

"That sounds great. Where will you be working?" "Day care department. I love kids." "I can see that. When do we start?" "Whenever. Want to head down there now?" "OK."

My mom gave us a ride to the store. It was closed that day, and Don was the only one there. "Glad you could make it," he said. "You ready for this?" "Yup."

"OK, good because I need to get an ad for a sale out by tomorrow." "What do you want me to do?" He explained, and I agreed to do it. I stripped down to just my diaper and sat on the floor. There was a pacifier in my mouth. I genuinely looked like an oversized baby. Don took a picture and was satisfied.

"That one picture just got you and me both some money," he said. "We're open again tomorrow, are you going to be ready for that?" "Sure."

"Some people might laugh at you and give you a hard time." "I can handle it." "OK. Steph, ready to start baby-sitting some tikes?" "Ya-huh."

"I recommended this place to some friends," I added. Don knew that I was referring to fellow diaper lovers, and any business was good business. "That's great."

The next day, my first official day of work, I got up nice and early. I asked my mom to diaper me extra thick, and she did. I locked my plastic pants, and put the key in my sock. I also wore a blue T-shirt and carried a rattle. As utterly embarrassing my attire was, I got paid to wear it, and that's what mattered.

My mom gave me a ride to the store. I grabbed a stack of flyers and stood by the door as was my assignment. As people walked by, I handed them a flyer. People looked at me weirdly, but they figured I was doing it for the money and nobody gave me any problems about it. The trouble started a few weed-smoking college students walking by caught a glimpse of me and stopped.

"Sup, diaper dude?" asked one. "Welcome to Baby Universe," I said. "Yo, how much you get paid to wear that?" asked another. "About $5.00 an hour." "Shit, they'd have to pay me like $50 to wear a freakin' diaper." "I bet he likes to wear them." I said nothing. "Better change, your didees wet."

They left, but I looked down and to my horror my diaper was indeed wet and on the verge of leaking. I had to stand there for another 15 minutes before I was done for the day. I walked over to child care and found Stephanie at work. "How goes it?" I asked.

"This is a lot of fun," she said. "What about you?" "Wish I could say the same, but I can't." She looked at me and noticed that my diaper was soaking wet. I had also pooped in it and it was beginning to sag. "Better get you changed," she said. "I didn't bring any fresh diapers, I didn't expect it to take this long."

"Well, luckily this is the right place to be. Lie down on the changing table and don't move." I did as I was told and lied down. A bunch of toddlers looked at me weirdly then were convinced I was one of them and went about their business. Stephanie returned with a package of adult sized disposables. "Guess what, you've got the job of quality testing these," Don jested. "Keep up the good work."

Stephanie unlocked my plastic pants and unpinned my diapers. "Wow, you really loaded this one," she commented. She wiped me up, powdered me, and slid the fresh diaper under me and taped it up. "There, enough work, now go play." She pointed in the direction of the playpen. I protested, but she put a pacifier in my mouth, and gave me a pat on the butt, so I got moving. I sat in the playpen and played with blocks and such with the other toddlers. It was nice to not have worry about competition and being made fun of. I took a short nap and woke up with a wet diaper. These diapers really absorbed a lot. Stephanie walked over and checked me. "I'll let you go some more before changing you," she said. "In the meantime, I'll take a break." We sat down and watched the sleeping babies. I knew what it was like to be one of them, and I felt sorry for them as they were about to face the dangers of the world. And they would no longer have their diapers to hide behind, they would be potty trained. Life was cruel. After emptying what seemed like a gallon into my diaper and pooping in it twice, it was finally ready to be taken off. They were the most absorbent disposables I had ever seen. Stephanie changed me into another one, and then I grabbed my dirty diapers and we headed home. Both of my parents encouraged me, and were glad I had a job. I kept it through most of the summer, and when those college kids saw how much money I was making, they teased me no more. Eventually, I trained a replacement (Ellis), and took full control of the AB department. I handled orders for myself, Ellis, Justin, Austin, Megan, and a few other kids that I knew. On occasion, I also got diapers for Fred's mother and for Adrian and Tom. I proved to be a good businessman and sold a lot of merchandise. And I had fun doing it too.



To Be Continued...



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