hi there! im erica, and this is my 18+ abdl nsfw blog!! 🥰🐣
imma (3)3 year old pan 🩷💛💙 socialist/leftist/conservative boy's worst nightmare ✊🏻🌹 secular ⚛️ pnw 🌊🗻🌲 girlie (she/her) with multiple degrees who likes being treated like a needy baby slut on the internet!! keep reading for more about me and my kinks!!! 🥰
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ive been on tumblr since 2013, reblogging all the wonderful content that artists and models create with diapers! i'm an artist, a musician, a teacher, and an amateur writer! i paint, compose, and write anything from research to diaper smut!
im 4’11”, about 100 lbs when soaking wet! you can maybe guess how i got my little tendencies! 🙈 im into sooooo many abdl adjacent kinks too!
i love chatting and playing with the many wonderful people on tumblr!
that being said, i do have a couple of hard lines! i’m married to a wonderful vanilla woman irl. she doesnt mind me chatting here, but one of our rules is no pics of me! i’ve had pics leaked before so please don’t bother asking!
as long as you dont get all desperate and beg or be a jerk, ill probably be happy to chat or play with you!
no republicans, Trump voters, y'all will be blocked faster than me wetting a new diaper!
if we do hit it off, you can expect lotsa naughty things sent to your dms! i cant help sharing what gets me all blushy and needy and wet! 🙈🤤
i hope you like my blog! i have another @naughty-eri thats more of my rougher kinks without diapies. i hope you follow that one too!
ps: i block ageless, blank, and conservative blogs on sight!!
I’m not gonna tell y’all where @lolaandthens0me and I are, that’s for your guessing fun, but I am going to tell you this might be my favorite pic of Lola yet!
Baba roulette, sometimes my babysitter will prepare a few bottles of mamas milk for me, but she'll spike a few with a variety of things. One bottle gets a diuretic, one gets a laxative, one gets a psychedelic, one gets some alcohol, and one gets nothing at all. Then I have to pick one and they'll force me to drink it. Usually I can tell what was chosen the minute it touches my tongue, but by that point I can't do anything about it. I just wish I could pick correctly for once! I'm starting to think she's cheating...
Its nice not having to buy clothes to be honest, but it would be alot nicer if I got a little bit more input on what I have to wear, especially when we’re going out. Oh well. Good babies dont complain.
This caption was written with, is for, and features the adorable @prettymuchpottytrained. I just may have a few more captions left in the tank after all.
Anyone watching you through the baby monitor would be forgiven for thinking you were nothing more than a toddler refusing to sleep. Between the expensive baby monitor Daddy bought and the Bluey nightlight, your infantile state was impossible to miss.
Your Bluey shirt failed spectacularly to cover your overworked Stardust Nursery diaper, which drooped adorably between your legs. Your binky bobbed sporadically while you surveyed the nursery.
Nobody seeing you would ever believe you were actually an adult.
But you could hear what the baby monitor could not—the telltale sounds of pleasure coming from Daddy’s bedroom.
“Ahhh, she's so stinking cute in her widdle diapers!” Mary squealed in delight, watching the diaper-clad girl on Daddy's phone, “She’s like a real baby with her pacifier!”
“Just wait,” Daddy said behind a smirk, knowing what's about to happen. “It gets better. But try not to wake her up. It was hard enough putting her down for her nap and she’s just as fussy as a toddler if it gets interrupted.”
Daddy’s friends nod conspiratorially as they go back to watching the recording on his phone while you nap down the hall, blissfully unaware that your antics are the star of the show.
Had you known the baby monitor had a camera, you might have resisted your urges.
But you didn’t.
You couldn’t resist the siren song of pleasure. Between Mommy’s moans and Daddy’s decisive grunts—and your throbbing princess parts—you were utterly helpless to control yourself.
There you were, kneeling in your crib and diaper, listening to the unmistakable sounds of pure, erotic bliss, forced to accept the truth of your new place in life.
Nobody considered you an adult anymore.
Your nursery was no longer ornamental; it was a functional room designed to handle the needs of a diaper-dependent little one.
Your diapers were no longer accessories; they were necessary. It had been so long since you used the potty that the only time you spent out of them was for baths and the few minutes a day Daddy let your skin air out.
Your clothes no longer serve to highlight your feminine curves; they were designed to make diaper changes easier for Daddy.
Your binky was no longer a “mute button;” it was a necessary tool to calm the nerves of someone too emotionally immature to be expected to self-soothe.
Naptime is no longer an occasional event; it is now a daily requirement to avoid tantrums. One missed nap meant hours of fussiness.
Daddy didn’t strip away your decision-making and autonomy because he made you squirm; he did it because he no longer believes you are capable of managing yourself without a caregiver.
He sees you for who you are.
You aren’t his strong, independent wife anymore; you’re his poopy pamper princess. He knows you don’t need him to be a husband—you need Daddy. Someone to wipe the tears off your cheeks when you’re overwhelmed, to change your icky diapies, and to slide your favorite stuffy into your arms before bed.
Which is why Mommy is the one moaning in pleasure—not you.
You didn't get demoted to the nursery because you're just some silly cuckquean, getting off on being relegated to humping stuffies in a soggy diaper. He's not doing it to tease, humiliate, or titillate you.
He’s doing it because he can no longer imagine the sweet, innocent babygirl who squeals in delight when he blows raspberries on her tummy during poopy diaper changes as a sexual being.
You’re his baby.
His love for you is as strong as the day he married you—but the nature of your intimate moments together has irreconcilably changed.
For him, nothing beats the slow, tender evenings with you wrapped up in his arms, staring up at him with sleepy eyes full of love, your binky bobbing slower and slower until you drift off.
Or the rainy weekends when he raids the linen closet so he can build a fort with his little one, making room for every stuffy. Or the binky kisses.
How could he possibly imagine you as an adult with sexual desires?
“Wait…she’s not gonna use that stuffy to do that, right?” James gasped, watching you lay your favorite stuffy on his back.
Mommy and Daddy look at each other, trying not to laugh.
“She does have one naughty big girl habit,” Mommy chuckled as you positioned yourself with the stuffy, “But it’s just so stinking cute. Best part is she thinks she’s sneaky, too.”
They watch your adorably clumsy thrusts into your favorite stuffy. Slowly at first, glancing at the door periodically. Then faster. Greedier.
Mary sighed, “I can't believe I took sex advice from her.”
“Maybe you should take a leaf from her book,” James quipped, “You've been single for so long, maybe a stuffy would be the perfect boyfriend. Besides, you'd look so cute in one of those diapers! Wait, her little diaper crinkles as she humps are adorable!”
Daddy immediately rushed to pause the video.
“Why'd you pause it?”
“Because the video doesn't have sound...”
“Wha-whacha wachin', Daddy?” you mumbled. You were too groggy from your nap to be embarrassed about your friends seeing your adorably frizzy hair, diaper, and binky.
“Oh, just some boring video, nothing you'd enjoy, kiddo.”
Daddy slid the phone into his pocket before lifting you up and resting you on his hip.
“Oh my gosh, do the stars on her diaper fade away when she's wet?” Mary asks, “See, those stars are normal, and those ones are gone.”
Daddy crinkles your diaper playfully. “They do! We thought they might help her with some potty training. Seeing her stars go 'bye-bye' might inspire her to stay dry, but...Well, let's just say I expect diapers to be part of her life for a long, long time.”
Knowing your diaper is on full display—and hearing everyone casually talk about your potty training struggles—you hide your face in Daddy's neck, holding onto him like a koala in a hurricane.
“What are you doing out of bed, hmm?” Daddy cooed, bouncing you slightly to distract you from noticing his hand pulling back your diaper.
“D-Dada!” you whine at the indignity of this public diaper check.
Daddy rubs your back. “Uh oh...are you Dada's little stinkerpants? Poor baby, trying to sleep in that icky yucky didi...”
You peel yourself from Dada's neck to give him your devastating puppy-dog eyes.
“C'mon, baby, let's get you out of that poopy diapie,” Daddy says, heading towards your nursery.
As you're carried off you catch something about a stuffy and laughter.
“Wuh funny bou' sthuffie, Dada?” you ask as you're gently deposited onto the changing table.
Daddy tickles your tummy. “Oh, they can't get over how much you love your stuffies, that's all.”
For a split-second, a horrible dread crept into your mind—do they know? Why did Daddy say "love" like that? Did Daddy hear when you...played with Dijon?
But the thought is forgotten the moment cold air rushes into your princess parts as Daddy peels back your diaper.
The only thing that mattered was Daddy putting you in a fresh, warm diaper.
inspired by a tumblr rp i did with the now deactivated blog @misterscout! he was super nice and i really enjoyed chatting with him, i hope maybe he'll find this story somehow and we can chat again!
Steve and Erica are a happy, newly married couple just beginning to explore each other's kinks. Steve's ABDL fetish and dominant streak perfectly complimented Erica's curiosity surrounding humiliation and submission. The pair have regularly scheduled "Daddy Days," when Steve gradually acclimates his fiercely independent and adorable wife to the ins and outs of a kinky DDLG relationship.
This month's Daddy Day happens to fall during Steve's favorite time of the year: baseball's Spring Training. He and Erica booked a whole week in sunny, warm Arizona where they had tickets to attend as many games as they wanted! The confluence of his two favorite things: baseball and putting his wife in diapers, was too amazing an opportunity for him to ignore. It's time to swing for the fences and see just how far Erica is willing to de"base" herself for him!
Start from the beginning here!
Chapter Three
Steve’s jaw almost literally drops to the floor. While his lovely and beautiful wife entered the bathroom that morning, his ultimate fantasy woman emerged. The way her hair frames her perfect face with the ball cap on top, the tiny shirt leaving so much of her skin exposed, and the obviously unnatural bulk around her waist and between her legs nearly makes Erica’s daddy climax on the spot.
“Erica, honey…”
“DON’T SAY ANYTHING!” Erica’s hands jump to cover her face, failing to hide the crimson flush taking it over.
“WHY OVERALLS? I CAN’T GO OUT LIKE THIS!” Her shrill screams sound authentic and at first Steve starts to doubt himself. This is too much at once, he got too excited, there’s no way he’d ever get his wonderful wife to do this again. But in an instant, he catches the glimmer of utter ecstasy hiding behind her beautiful brown eyes, and catches on that their game is still on! He straightens up, trying to hold himself back.
“Now princess, you know-”
“DON’T ‘NOW PRINCESS’ ME!” Erica stomps and screams petulantly.
“THIS IS HUMILIATING! YOU KNOW I HATE OVERALLS! THOSE BITCHES IN HIGH SCHO-!” Before she can utter another word, a massive pacifier comes flying from behind Daddy’s back and plants itself between her lips. Before she can reach to pull it out and resume her temper tantrum, Erica is lifted in the air and set across Daddy’s lap, her padded posterior high up in the air!
“Baby Erica, you know how Daddy feels about such foul language!” Even though she knew it was coming, the impact from Daddy’s first spank on her diapered butt only makes Erica scream louder!
“NUUUHHHH! IMMA BIG GIWL!” The pacifier would fall out, freeing her of her lisp, if Daddy’s didn’t masterfully hold her down and hold it in place in her mouth. His strength, honed from years of athletics as a kid, something Erica hardly participated in, was always enough to keep his angry, bratty wife in her place during her tantrums.
“Oh, are you now?” It’s hard for Steve to hide the excitement in his voice.
“Do big girls whine and complain about the cute clothes they’re wearing? Do big girls throw tantrums when their daddies work so hard to make them breakfast every day?” One hand rubs Erica’s backside while the other holds her pacifier and jaw like a vice. Erica squirms. This is the helplessness she lives for.
“WETMEGOWETMEGOWETMEGO!” She doesn’t back down, only making the pressure in her husband’s pants grow. Her legs kick and flail, the glitter on her shoes catches in the morning light. Steve grabs the back of her shortall’s straps and pulls them hard, lifting her hips in a broad wedgie exactly like those girls did in school!
“Tsk tsk tsk, sweetie you’ve already earned a spanking today and you haven’t even finished your brekkie! Is this really how you want your Daddy Day to go?” Erica barely hears him. The pressure of her padding, pulled up tight against her dripping pussy, was making her thoughts spin. Flashes of Marjory, her bigger, prettier, curvier bully lifting her by her overalls and hanging her in the locker room after school reel through her mind. Erica’s never felt more pathetically lustful her entire life!
“NO THPANKING, PWEATH!” Steve turns Erica’s head to look her in the eyes. Those beautiful, big, brown eyes. They’re wet with shame, even though he has yet to lay a hand on her. Yet, despite the silly, downright degrading position he’s put her in, Erica would never back down. The corner of his lip curls in a smile, breaking through the stern and serious vibe he was trying to give. If there was one thing he knew about his wife, it’s that she plays to win.
“Oh princess, it’s much too late for that.” Steve kisses Erica’s forehead before turning her view back towards the floor. Her hips lower onto his lap as he pats her behind. Deep down, Erica smiles, Steve’s cock pressing angrily up into her stomach. These games were exactly what this young couple needed, in many, many ways.
“Normally, a little girl like you using a naughty word like B-I-T-C-H,” Steve spells it out, patting Erica’s ass with each letter, “ten spanks would be an appropriate punishment, but seeing as today is going to be quite the day for our little Monarch, I think a couple more are in order! Twenty swats!”
As far as Steve’s spankings went, this one was actually very mild. They had a long day ahead and a lot of it would be spent sitting. He wanted this to serve as a reminder to Erica rather than an actual punishment. A reminder that on their Daddy Days, Steve would do anything to make her dark little fantasies come true.
For Erica’s part, twenty swats to her little behind was plenty to shoot her over the moon for her daddy. The way he took care of everything, the way he took care of her, was everything she ever wanted. For all those strong slaps to her backside, she was in absolute bliss. Her diaper protected her from the bulk of the painful blows, but the pure humiliation of being thrown over Daddy’s knee brought her to a simmering, simpering boil of regression.
“DADDY I’M THOWWY!” She squeals over and over. If their rental was any less secluded, Steve might’ve been concerned about a noise complaint. But given their prime location and just how hot his wife was bent over his knee, he couldn’t care less. On the twentieth spank, he swiftly scoops Erica into his arms, straddling her on one thigh and holds her tightly.
“Hush baby girl, it’s okay. Such a good girl, apologizing to Daddy!” He whispers in her ear, letting her calm down. Erica’s breaths gradually slow and she snuggles into her husband, holding him tight. She wants him so badly, but she knows Steve’s going to make her earn it. Daddy lets go, scooting Erica back a little so they can talk.
“You understand why Daddy had to do that, right princess?” Erica blushes again, sucking her pacifier. She nods before pulling it out and answering.
“Yes Daddy…” she sniffles a little, playing up a crocodile tear for Steve. She hasn’t forgotten the excitement in his pants, “Good girls don’t use naughty words.” Steve smiles wide before kissing Erica on the cheek.
“That’s right honey! Now that that icky business is done, what do you say to some brekkie?”
“Yes please!” Erica’s tummy grumbles in agreement. She loves the meals he makes for her! Daddy scoops up some egg on a spoon and holds it up to his wife’s face. Usually she protests being fed, but being put in her place so quickly this morning has put Erica on the straight and narrow, for now. She opens wide, letting the spoon into her mouth and eating her bite slowly.
“Thank you for brekkie Daddy!” Erica squeaks after chewing, remembering Daddy’s rules around using her “princess voice” on Daddy Days. Steve smiles again. Before getting another bite ready, he notices Erica’s Brat hat is askew after her punishment. A lightbulb goes on in his head and he turns it around Ash Ketchum-style on her head, making her flush crimson once again.
“You’re welcome honey! You know, Daddy worked hard this morning making your yummy brekkie and picking out your cute outfit…” Erica’s eyes get big. He’s scheming something, and she’s not going to like it. She eats a little piece of bacon that Daddy holds out to her.
“Why don’t you thank Daddy by giving him a little tour of every little thing you like about your adorable clothes for the game today!” Erica tries not to wince. She hates having to say her blushy thoughts out loud. She’d wear anything for Steve no problem, but he knew that. Having to verbalize it, speak her humbling needs into existence, nothing made her squirm more.
“Well um, okay Daddy…” Erica stammers, trying to form thoughts in the moment, let alone the words to go with them. Steve just sits there and grins expectantly.
“Gosh, you just look so ridiculous!” He teases, leaning into her ear again, “But this might be the most I have ever been turned on in my life.” Erica shudders, her train of thought interrupted again. Steve always knew how to make her feel sexy, no matter what.
“Such cute little pigtails and what an appropriate hat.” He caresses her hair, gently giving Erica some direction. She groans, but a soft bounce on Daddy’s knee brings her back to focus.
“Well, my hat um, I like it because… it keeps me from getting sunburnt!” She’s totally improvising. Daddy chuckles, shaking his head.
“Yes it does, but why is that particular hat so appropriate for my pretty princess?” His bouncing leg feels supernaturally good between her legs, rubbing her damp diaper right against her desperate lips. Words are so hard!
“It’s, um, appro- um…” Erica struggles, that word has too many syllables, she’ll get spanked again! “It’s uh, perfect for me because I’m a… brat… sometimes!” She would’ve maybe stuck out her tongue at him, but another spoonful of eggs is forced in her mouth instead.
“That’s right, you are! But I bet you’re going to be a good girl today, aren’t you honey?” Erica nods slowly, chewing the huge bite. The dichotomy between being cooked breakfast and having to spill her guts drove her crazy. As soon as she swallowed the food, Daddy’s knee started bouncing again, harder this time.
“Well, I like my shirt because pink is my favorite color and the Monarch’s are Daddy’s favorite too!” Erica tries to suck up a little. “And Daddy knows these are my favorite shoes and tall sockies help keep my legs warm!” She quickly opens wide for another bite, hoping Steve doesn’t notice what she skipped. He did.
“Very good, I’m so glad you like being a cute little ‘Monarch-in-training!’” Steve teases again, referring to the kids’ club he threatened to sign Erica up for before they left. He gives her the last bits of egg and bacon.
“What else do you like about your little t-shirt sweetie? I think it fits you just right.” Erica blushes and nods quickly, finishing her food. She raises her arms, demonstrating just how much skin she could show off for him. She giggles when his eyes get big at a quick glimpse of her soft underboob.
“I love how my shirt covers my little boobies Daddy!” Erica squirms more, rolling her hips as much as she dared under Daddy’s watchful eye. She wouldn’t dare cum without his permission, that was Rule One for every Daddy Day! Steve’s grin somehow just gets wider. She’s never seen her husband so excited.
“Yes it does princess, just barely! Now, did you mean to save the best for last princess? Tell Daddy how much you love your diapers and adorable shortalls!”
Daddy’s leg is relentless, making the much smaller Erica ride his thigh like a Sybian on full power. She bites her lower lip, trying to hold back a moan while her daddy gets her hotter and wetter. She rocks her hips a little, despite the butterflies in her stomach as she speaks her admits her shameful desires out loud.
“Daddy, you know I love shortalls and…” Her voice falters as she approaches the edge of an orgasm. She takes a deep breath, fighting to hold it in. Her daddy locks his eye contact with her and Erica can’t turn away!
“How cute and little they make me look!” She practically spits the words out, so uncomfortable with any admiration for the abominable bottoms he forced on her.
His eyes don’t waver, waiting for her final article of clothing. Daddy plays with the straps of her shortalls, flicking the fronts across her now rock-hard nipples and tugging on the backs so her diaper is pressed harder against her snatch. Erica moans, centering herself as best she can before making her ultimate confession again, as Steve makes sure she does many times when wearing her diapers.
“And, I love my, my…” she’s so close to the edge, just a few more bounces… “I love my diapers because…” She gives him the biggest puppy dog eyes, begging to cum, pleading for release from this torture. Daddy doesn’t budge. Erica squeals and shouts out into the universe!
“I LOVE MY DIAPERS BECAUSE I’M JUST A BRATTY BABY!” The rush of saying it out loud is suddenly snuffed out when Daddy stops bouncing his leg! Her jaw drops in shock, but Steve has a strange look in his eye. Without a word, he lifts Erica under the armpits and lowers her to her knees. Reeling from her denial, her brain finally catches on watching him fumble with his belt and zipper.
“Baby girl, you’re so perfect, I can’t stand it!” Daddy grunts, pulling out his thick, throbbing cock from his tight boxers. Erica just stares, salivating at the sight of the precut dripping down her favorite “bottle.” She needs no more instruction for Daddy, opening her mouth like the good girl she really was.
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Happy Monday, guys! 💙 I'm trying out my princess dress with my new daily diaper: Tena!
Funnily enough, I found a partially opened bag of Tenas at a local thrift store this weekend. I almost bought them, but I was traveling to visit family and didn't want to deal with figuring out how to hide them. 😅 I think those were the single-tape versions (maybe cloth-backed?), and now that I'm thinking about it, I'm pretty sure I've tried them before years ago but I can't remember what I thought of them…
Have any of you guys tried the single tape Tena styles? What did you think? Should I drive back and snag them? 👀
400 years in the future, humanity has spread to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. A small group of impoverished planets have banded together to form the Coalition: an interplanetary government dedicated to uplifting its citizens. People flock from the outer worlds to join the Coalition's space fleet and work the newly protected trading routes.
Despite humanity's success in joining the intergalactic community, there's one challenge some of Earth's people have yet to conquer: their own potty training! Follow intrepid explorers in their pursuit for peace, self-betterment, and keeping their own pants dry!
Table of Contents
CW: abdl, bdsm, humiliation, chastity, cnc, sci-fi, aliens, robots, pirates, and much more! All depicted characters are 18+ and completely fictional fantasies.
Episode IV: The Euripides Run
“Captain, why are we going all the way out to Euripides 8 again? It’s way off our usual track.”
Gorgorlach’s question wasn’t unjustified, as tired Reyva was of answering it. The truth wasn’t that far off from what she told her intrepid crew:
“I’m meeting a potential new client who specializes in unique medical supplies. The Coalition’s new medical system provides free, accessible care for all of its citizens. Being barely over a year old though, the Coalition is still negotiating contracts with some providers. We’ve been recruited to seal the deal with my contact there.”
Gorgorlach’s stones rumbled at the practiced response Reyva gave, but he once again accepted it and lurched back towards his quarters. Reyva sighed and settled back into her captain’s chair. That sorry excuse wouldn’t have been necessary if only her bootleg diaper replicator files hadn’t gotten corrupted.
Even though she’d really settled into her new role as the Stork’s captain, her incontinence had only worsened. She maxed out her replicator’s padding density within the first week. She attempted to hack the program, but the machine’s isometric relays couldn’t handle the increased power requirements and Reyva fried her entire system. On a return trip from trading on the Outer Rim, she couldn’t wait to get back to the Core.
There was only one place Reyva could stock up on real diapers in this sector and that was Euripides 8. Specifically, its second moon. Space ABDL’s told hushed stories of the secret, underground diaper market there. It was a backwater industrial moon with strict anti-kink laws. The fact that one of the biggest diaper producers in the quadrant was hidden away deep in its factory core was legendary.
The Stork’s autopilot flashed a red light, indicating their approach to the second moon. Reyva runs back to her room. Since Euripides 8 was so remote, the ship’s position meant traveling sub-warp was just as long a journey as looping back through twelve other systems through the tunnels. That meant Reyva could leave the cockpit between course adjustments and change her makeshift diapers.
Every hour for three days, she had to sneak back into her quarters to swap out the soaking bath towels that she hoarded from the ship’s main replicator. It was exhausting and humiliating just Reyva couldn’t wait to make her run on Euripides. Sneaking into the factory core, meeting the contact and making the exchange, and then evading lunar security and local informants on the way back took weeks of planning. Thankfully, Reyva’s friends online helped her out.
Making a successful run from Euripides 8 was something of an initiation ritual among Reyva’s friends on the space internet. They all gave helpful hints for her first time. She never thought the opportunity would arise for her to try and now here she was, forced to under threat of wetting herself in front of her entire crew! Reyva would much rather risk arrest on a strange moon than be confronted with exposure to her closest friends.
After quickly replacing the dripping, twisted towel between her legs with a dry one, Reyva hustles back to the cockpit.
“Euripides 8, please come in. This is the Coalition tradeship Wandering Stork, Registration 4160. We request permission to dock and do business with the many great merchants on your world.” Reyva’s predecessor taught her that a little flattery can go a long way in the Outer Rim. The Stork’s reputation preceded it and they were quickly granted access to land on the space elevator that rose thousands of meters above the lunar surface.
Reyva looked back down the length of the ship. It was the middle of the night for her crew. She’d promised they’d be back in the warp tunnels before anyone woke up. She listened for any of her crew stirring, and after a few silent moments, she donned a dark cloak and left the ship.
She had spent the entire day going over her plan again and again. Talking to no one, Reyva descended the space elevator to the moon’s surface. There was no atmosphere outside the buildings, so Reyva rented a EVA helmet from a vendor near the exit. It allowed her to travel freely, though it also displayed her public contact information to anyone else wearing the same branded helmet. It was a risk she and her friends agreed was worth it.
Reyva found the nearest hyperlift down to the subterranean levels. This was the first obstacle. Her ID would be checked and logged the second she stepped off the lift. Whipping out a photonic script from her bracelet, Reyva deactivated the lift’s interior sensors. Once invisible to security, she hitched up the sagging towels stuffed in her pants and searched the ceiling for a panel. Anti-gravity heels in her boots propelled the small human up in the rapidly descending lift and she unlatched the panel.
The lift smoothly slowed to a stop right as Reyva replaced the panel below her.
“Who’s there?” A muffled voice from below called.
Lunar security wasn’t known for their thorough or creative thinking. Reyva quickly climbed across the roof, slipped down a service ladder, and out the hyperlift sliding doors right behind the guard. Neither he or his partner noticed her as they resumed their posts facing away down a hallway. Reyva found a small access tunnel in the wall and made her way to the next lift.
“No more physical security from here on out…” She remembered her friend telling her. Now it was just a speed run past offices and across factory floors. The workers barely noticed her, or if they did, they weren’t compensated well enough to care. Reyva found herself stopping frequently, having to adjust the already damp towel stuffed between her legs. She could not wait to be secure in a diaper again.
“Always take the stairs down. It doesn’t matter which ones, they all go to the same place.” Her contact Remus had told her over encrypted messages. Remus represented the secret consortium of diaper factories hidden below the deepest reaches of the moon. He’d find her from there.
She passed dozens of workers making all sorts of things on each floor. Textile producers making cheap fabrics for the next season’s trends, shipyards that forged components for galaxy-class freighters, mysterious chemical plants with strange smoke billowing from their windows. Finally, her surroundings become more stone cave rather than sweatshop. Just as she realized she was lost, Remus appeared.
The Gray looked the same to Reyva as the rest of his species. Big black eyes set an enlarged head with strange gray skin covering his body, Remus lounged on a stalagmite with a small crate next to him.
“Reyva! About time! I was beginning to think I was getting stood up! You know how lonely I get!” Reyva smiled wide and the two embraced. It had been a couple of cycles since she’d last seen her gray friend.
“Oh Remy, you know I could never do that to you!” Reyva blushed as they separated.
“Do you have my- I mean the, you know…” Even though she’d worn them her entire life, the otherwise brave space captain had a hard time saying the word out loud. Remus laughed loudly at her shame.
“Reyva baby, come on. Just say it! You’re acting like one of those loser locals right now.”
Reyva flushed a brighter crimson before uttering out her embarrassment.
“M-My diapers, do you have them? Please, I could really use one right about now.” Remus winked one of his big eyes before revealing a large, opaque, polymer-wrapped case. Reyva reached for it, but Remus pulled back with a wide, toothless grin on his gray face.
“Trust me baby, I know you do. You know my species is very sensitive to human uh, odors. Why do you think I got in the incontinence game? Now, this is some top of the line merchandise, fresh out of R&D. Smart carbon-polymer fibers that have enough tensile strength to pull this moon out of orbit! Hydrophobic nanotech leg gaithers and waistband make leaks a thing of the past! And my personal favorite: padding infused with space lavender harvested by Gray hand from the fields of a rogue planet orbiting Sirius!”
Reyva groans as another stream leaks down her leg.
“Remus, p-please, can I just have one already?” The Gray tuts, shaking his head. He tossed the parcel into Reyva’s arms, who immediately tore it open and hid behind a boulder to make her quick change.
“Hey, you’re supposed to pay first!”
“You talk too much Remy; just a second and you’ll have your credits.
Remus was right: this was the best diaper Reyva’s ever worn. Once taped, the padding released the space lavender powder evenly over her entire diapered area. The smart fibers tightened to the shape of her hips and thighs, ensuring the perfect fit! Reyva stood and tossed her used towels down on of the steaming shafts running up from the moon’s molten core.
“Hey Remy, these are-” Her voice stopped when the cold business end of a phaser pressed against her neck. Remus was on the ground out cold, his little gray wrists were being cuffed behind his back by the local constabulary. His partner, a heavyset human with some terrible body odor, held his phaser steadily.
“And who might you be, love? Another little pervert like the Gray here? We’ve been hot on his trail for weeks now, just waiting for him to slip up.” Reyva turned slowly to face the officer. The smug condescension painted across his face made her sick. It wasn’t her fault she needed diapers, and she wasn’t a pervert!
“H-Hey, let her go…” Remus came back to consciousness and in the brief moment the police were distracted, Reyva made her move.
Another pair of quick boosts from her anti-grav boots sent Reyva flying toward and then up through the steam shafts to the next floor. Her feet hit the ground and she started to run as fast as she could, clutching the case of illegal diapers tight.
It took another flight of stairs for an alarm behind her to begin to blare.
“SEAL ALL EXITS, SPACE POLICE ACTION IN PROGRES. REPEAT, SEAL ALL EXITS.”
Factories left and right slowly began shutting down and locking up. Reyva ran as hard as she could and managed to slide under a closing access gate. She found herself among crowds of evacuating employees. Her friends warned her not to stay in the crowd too long; informants among the proletariat were trained to search for troublemakers during police actions.
Reyva worked her way through the crowd, evading hooded figures until finally she found a hyperlift to the surface. No one guarded it since a sign on the closed doors read “OUT OF ORDER” in the Corporate Standardized Alphabet.
“Shit, shit, shit…”
Reyva pulled out a photonic multitool from her pocket. The sounds of bootsteps climbing the stairs behind her grew louder with every passing moment. She expertly shifted her tool settings from screwdriver to pliers to finally a hammer until the lift’s lights turned on and the doors whooshed open. Reyva leapt in and the doors shut just as lunar security rounded the corner, huffing heavily after climbing several flights of stairs. Reyva blew them a kiss as the lift whisked her upward toward the surface.
Clutching her package of ABDL contraband, Reyva checked her new diaper. She could feel the warm sog press against her, but the exterior seemed completely dry! She felt so much better in the safety of real diapers. In her brief moment of respite, she lets go completely for the first time in days. She hardly had any control, but freely peeing felt so much better without the stress of someone noticing her towel butt! Now she could really focus on finishing her run.
As soon as the doors whisked open, she was off, sprinting back across the moon’s surface towards the tether for the orbital docking station. A group of armed police mobilized in an alley she was passing. Stunning phaser bolts fly around her. Only one really got close, but it singed Reyva’s package.
“Hey! These were expensive!” Approaching the space elevator, Reyva gasped when another platoon of security troopers blocked the entrance. The batteries on her anti-grav boots flashed in the red, but she just needed one last push. With all of her might, she leapt up over the vanguard, using his riot shield to propel the final burst from her boots. In the lowered gravity, Reyva flew nearly 50 feet in the air!
She flipped head over heels twice as her body arched up towards the tether. The crowd of security below her was in awe as Reyva made one last twist with her body in the air and managed to grab the edge of the ascending elevator!
“See you later losers!” Reyva laughed briefly, blowing the guards a kiss before pulling herself up onto the service platform right before the atmospheric shell closed in the upper atmosphere. She checked the security feeds on her multitool. The photonic screen showed the chaos she left in her wake, but none of the systems caught her identity. She stomped her feet with giddy glee, her diaper crinkling enthusiastically with her.
“I made the Euripides run! Take that, you judgey jerks!” Reyva blushed to herself. She never was good at insults. As the elevator lifted them into low lunar orbit, her hand made its way to the front of her diaper. As soon as the Stork left this system behind, she’d spend some well earned time under her bedsheets in her new diapers.
The clang of the docking mechanism covers Reyva’s escape from the storage compartment. People mill around her. She’s past the last security check; it’ll take another 20 minutes for the officers on the surface to make the trek up on the next elevator. Reyva strolls, literally whistling back to the Stork, leaving her helmet behind as a memento for the lackluster lunar security.
She undocked. The station’s automated security clamps failed when she hit a localized EMP emitter Bub designed to escape space pirates. Before Euripides 8 can muster its short range defense fighters, the Stork is well on its way toward the warp tunnel. They’d never catch her between solar systems, they didn’t have the range.
“So how’d it go?” Germaine’s clucking made Reyva jump in her seat.
“How’d what go?” The bird alien’s eyes blinked incredulously.
“The meeting? The one we got dragged out on a week-long space goose chase for? I hope you made your deal or whatever.”
“Oh y-yeah, it went great. We aren’t even going to need to come back to sign anything!” Germaine’s claws clicked as she walked back down the ship to get ready for her day. Reyva sighed with relief. She did it. She had enough diapers to last until they could return to the Core and she could get her replicator repaired. The only cloud in her mind was Remus. She left her friend in the clutches of lunar security.
A few hours passed before Reyva made the final adjustments to their course toward the warp tunnel. She had enough time for a nap and some play in her quarters before settling in for piloting the warp network. Entering her quarters, an odd light flickered on her desk. A new file, sent directly to her private console.
“Hey baby girl! If you’re hearing this, it means I got captured by Euripides security.” Remus’ voice played over her room’s speakers. It was a little grainy and the factory sounds behind him made it a little difficult to understand.
“Don’t worry about anything Captain. Old Remus and his friends knew all about our “tails” from security. We strung them along while we relocated all our diaper making equipment! The last diapers on Euripides 8 left with you on the Stork.” Reyva sighed with relief. She couldn’t imagine the horrible things the repressive people working in Corporate Security would do to a little Gray like Remus. His people were at odds with almost every authority in the galaxy.
“Also, I attached the replicator files for your new padding to this message. Once you get your replicator fixed, you’ll be able to make them on your own. Consider it a gift from your friends among the Gray!” Reyva squealed with glee, rubbing her new diaper as the message finally ended. If her experience today was any indicator, these new diapers were exactly what she needed to keep exploring the galaxy!
First though? Reyva stripped naked besides her diaper, climbed into bed, and spent the next several hours exploring her own body with her needy little fingers.
