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Yes, it’s me. The writer that once wrote all that stuff down below.

It might not look like it but I still check this page every so often and see how many people still enjoy the things I put here years ago. I’ve even been tempted to post things from time to time, but I never really intended on starting this account up again. That hasn’t changed. I’m not back and I’m not going to post anything new here.

I’m also not planning on getting rid of this blog. I’ve moved on but I know a lot of you enjoy the things I put here. I’m always disappointed when a blog I love disappears and I don’t want to do that. If stepmotherslaw dies, it wasn’t me that killed it. Tumblr has a history of making things disappear (a few of my other blogs have been suddenly terminated) but I won’t push the button.

I appreciate that you probably don’t want me to leave like this, but I know this is what I want to do. I’ve moved on from this style of writing and some of the ideas that are prominent here. We all have evolving interests and mine have gone to new fun places where I intend to stay for a while. I spent a lot of time learning important lessons at important times in my life on this blog. To be honest, I started out here a bit earlier than you’re supposed to (don’t we all though?) and I want to distance myself from some of my teenage fantasies.

I’m still writing though. You might even be reading some of my other works. I’ll not say what they are though. I’d rather carry on with what I’ve made than link it with this old library of pre-apocalypse smut.

Please go on enjoying this stuff and keep reading other incredible writers work. You can stop sending all those weird messages though, they’re never getting answered.

Thanks for making this blog the success it was and giving me the chance to make my way in this community. ABDL is one of the best parts on my life and that isn’t going to change.

See you around!

Chloe sat down on the floor to watch her favourite reality TV show: Girls Night Out. In this episode the camera crew were following a group of girls who were celebrating their friend getting out of a rehabilitation centre for women who refused to wear diapers. Chloe watched as one girl; Dakota was helped into her outfit by her sister. Dakota’s diaper was triple thick, extra, super puffy and covered by a pair of lacy, ruffled bloomers. Apart from her massive diaper Dakota was going to be wearing a corset and seven inch heels. Twenty five minutes into putting on the corset her sister had to stop tying it so that Dakota could squat down and poop her diaper. “Dakota, we just put that diaper on you!” Her sister said exasperated. “Calm down,” Dakota responded. “It’s so poofy it won’t even matter.” Her sister was still not pleased. “You’ll get a rash!” She said. Dakota laughed. “Even if I wait all night to get changed it still won’t be as bad as your diaper rash.” This caused Dakota’s sister to stomp out leaving her with no one to do up her corset. This is when the commercials came on. Chloe reached out to the couch and grabbed a fresh diaper. Her current one which had been dry at the start of the show was now soaking.

Jim parked his car in the driveway of his house which he shared with his wife Violet. As he exited the car he heard the door of the house open and saw Violent walking through the door towards him. She was wearing a white top and a tick diaper which was normal as women had been in diapers for months now. What Jim noticed quickly as she made her way towards him was that the bottom of Violet’s diaper was stained bright yellow. He had been out for a couple of hours so it wasn’t all that surprising to see that his wife had a very wet diaper. No one had been around to change her and Violet didn’t like changing herself because it was widely known that women should only change their own diapers if it is absolutely necessary. Jim waked toward s Violet and she walked towards him. When they reached each other they embraced and hugged each other. It was at this point Jim noticed the smell coming from Violet’s diaper. It was apparent that she hadn’t just wet herself a few times while he had been out. “Does someone need a diaper change?” Jim asked, looking down at his wife. Violet smirked a little and answered, “nope.” Knowing Violet would often wind him up like this, Jim decided to get a reaction out of his wife by grabbing her diapered butt and squeezing it. Violet yelped as the full diaper squelched under pressure from Jim. “Okay, okay… Can you change my diaper?” Violet asked. Jim smiled, victorious.

Miranda sat watching TV in a white t-shirt and pink tights over her usual thick diaper. She had been wearing diapers for two years now ever since her parents decided she wasn’t mature enough for big girl things like panties. But Miranda didn’t mind anymore, she had grown used to diapers and using them. As she sat on the couch watching her show Miranda felt the familiar sensation that meant she had to use her diaper. Without missing a beat or losing her concentration on the TV show she was watching Miranda began to pee in her diaper. But as she felt her diaper grow warm and wet Miranda realised that she needed to do more than just wet her diaper. Again, without even looking away from the screen Miranda manoeuvred herself into a squatting position and began to push. Her pushing rewarded her with the feeling of a mess falling into the seat of her diaper. As soon as she had finished pooping her diaper Miranda got up from the couch, no longer concerned with the show she had been watching and made her way over to the balcony door. Once she was out on the balcony Miranda got her exercise ball out of the corner and placed it in the centre of the balcony. Then she turned around to get a good view of the town and slowly lowered herself onto the exercise ball, butt first. When she came into contact with the ball she felt the warm mess in her diaper squish and spread as she put all of her weight onto it. She liked that feeling, that’s why she did this almost every time she pooped her diaper. Ten minutes later Miranda’s mom came into the room and seeing the balcony door open she instantly knew what had happened. Sure enough she saw her twenty year old daughter on her exercise ball, bouncing up and down. “Miranda sweetie,” she called to her. “Let mommy change your stinky diaper now.”

diapersandotherfun

The Diaper Revolution (Can’t remember the author, but wasn’t written by me)

The evolving diaper revolution

It all started in the 1990s but no body really picked up on it. Most public schools in the United States have strict rules stating that children must be potty trained before entering school. But more and more parents were sending their children to kindergarten before they mastered their potty skills. Teachers dealt with the occasional accidents.

By 2010 however with both mothers and fathers working and the world becoming increasingly automated, parents spent less time giving their children the appropriate potty training skills. Instead of the occasional accidents, kindergarten teachers began noticing more children coming to school in training pants. They were dealing with constant dribblers now. School boards were informed, but sided with parents, relaxing the rules on potty training for kindergartners.

After a few years, more and more kindergartners started arriving at school in full fledged diapers. Diaper manufacturers responded with larger sizes, better protection and odor guards. Commercials on television showed kindergartners in school, a teacher praising a child for wearing the proper protection. “I love my children and that’s why it’s important to send them to school with the best protection,” she says. Pointing to a child in a slightly crouched position, the teacher smiles and says, “Keeping them comfortable all day is important for their social development.”

Soon first graders began to enter the school year with a constant dribble. Again the training pants manufacturers responded. Teachers saw thick panties hugging the bottoms of their students. Some quit. It just wasn’t right they said. But school boards continued to relent to parents’ insistence that their children would eventually master their potty skills.

Then it happened. First graders began coming to class in diapers. Diaper manufacturers were excited. This was a big money making opportunity. News organizations pounced, but what they found was that most child psychologists recommended children mastering potty skills on their own. A famous daytime talk show television star began a month long campaign about child development. Parents saw study after study showing that potty training was harmful to young children. It just produced too much stress they said.

Soon first graders moved from the occasional pee accident to full fledged diaper defecations. School nurses began training programs to show teachers how to properly respond to accident prone children. Don’t make a scene, they said. They’ll grow out of it. Diaper manufacturers made the diapers so well fitted and comfortable that the young students could comfortably deal with a messy diaper throughout the day and even learn to change themselves when they got home from school.

The trend continued. Soon second and even a few third graders trickled into class with the dribbles. Children’s diapers were coming close to some of the smaller adult diaper sizes. Then the first third graders came to class in diapers. Socially, children saw diapers as a necessity, sort of like putting on a pair of socks. Fourth, fifth and sixth graders started dribbling. They came to class in training pants. After a few years, some started having day time bowel movements in class, alarming teachers. The older students progressed to pull-ups. Diaper manufacturers pounced. It was time to put older students into diapers, they said. Hiring some of the best marketers, ad campaigns focused on how cool diapers were. Diapers in colors like hot pink came to market. And ads focused on young television child actors feeling cool in their diapers.

Parents were encouraged to keep their children in diapers. “Your child will learn at their appropriate time,” the ads said. Some ads got even bolder, showing a famous child actor entering a school rest room for a “change.” The camera zoomed in on the bottom of a bathroom stall. The sound of diaper tapes could be heard and then a clearly full diaper fell to the floor. It was the color that was most interesting. This wasn’t a young teenager with bladder control issues. Nope, this teen was quite comfortable pushing out a fresh load in his pants. Clearly a brown hue could be seen through the diaper’s plastic cover.

High schools started a program to give out a potty training certificate to students who mastered potty training by the tenth grade. Parents rebelled. The certificate program was pushed to the 11th grade and then the 12th grade. And then graduation.

With a worldwide shortage of clean, drinkable water, environmental groups came on board. They touted the benefits of cloth diapers. A few years later government research produced ways to recycle disposable diapers to create clean energy. This finally did it.

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Today is 2025 and my son Bobby is headed to his high school graduation. I’m proud of him, he’s only one of two students in the whole school who mastered his potty training. It hasn’t been easy for Bobby. All those messy accidents at soccer practice were disgusting. I remember one time he had an accident on an airplane – some parents were so mad at us for not making sure he was wearing diapers. But he’s finally mastered it. Well, almost. He occasionally has a few dribbles.

At the graduation the valedictorian, a young teenager gave a rousing speech. Jennifer Thompson was a straight A student. Her parents were very proud. Jennifer got a perfect score on her SATs. She was headed to Harvard next year after having her choice of all the Ivy League schools.

“During these four years, we’ve gathered cherished memories that we will forever hold dearly in our hearts,” she said.

Suddenly during the middle of the speech, there was a pause. Jennifer looked out at the crowd, shifted slightly from side to side and then clenched her fists on the podium. She leaned slightly forward.

Recent studies by school psychologists showed that teenagers were enjoying the same sensations as infants when they had bowel movements in their pants. Jennifer was no exception. Those in the front row could see her face turn a shade red. Only those on the stage could hear the sounds. She quietly grunted. A tingling sensation shot up her spine as her body responded to her signal to expel the waste. She let out the first fart and then a slight brapp as a large semi-soft load began to fill her diaper. Beneath her graduation gown, the creases in the back of her diaper began to stretch and puff out slowly as the warm brown mess exited her anus pushing against the back of the thick disposable diaper and spread to form a warm thick wad between her legs. The sensation climaxed for Jennifer. Then she released a flood of urine into the diaper. As it tricked against the padding it warmed and expanded making the diaper grow even heavier. It was a full fledged diaper defecation.

Soon, Jennifer regained her composure and went on to finish her speech. She may have mastered her education, but toilet training took a back seat.

What made it an interesting scene was that all the students and even the teachers and administrators on stage were clearly unfazed by the episode. No one said a word or came to her aid. They had seen it so many times before.

After the speech, Jennifer received a standing ovation. She shook the high school principal’s hand and walked with a slight waddle to her seat.

When she sat down the soft load squished between her butt cheeks. What a mess she would have to deal with when she got home.

I’d expect in a few years we’ll all be wearing diapers. They’re all the rage now. And just think, it all started in the 1990s.

Melissa felt so grown up and sexy getting to wear a plain black diaper. Her friends had been wearing them for a while now at special occasions as they were the most expensive normal diapers out there but Melissa’s mom didn’t let her wear them. Now that she was at college she was allowed and she felt great about it. She had got a pack of them and had worn them to college that day, trying to go skirtless but her mom had forbidden that so she wore her shortest skirt. Even though only a couple of people commented on her now diaper style at college she felt unbelievably great about it. It got even better that evening when her younger sister Faye came home from cheerleading in her modest cheerleading uniform that had a skirt (unlike most cheerleading uniforms these days) and a pink childish diaper. It had only been months since Melissa had been wearing them but she still teased Faye for her childish appearance. “I’m not a baby!” Faye squealed and stamped her foot. It was at this moment that the girls mom called, “Melissa, can you feed Faye her bottle?” It drove in the point that Faye was still young and childish and made her sulk while Melissa beamed and called back, “yes mom!” Melissa took Faye back to her bedroom and fed her her bottle of warm milk. As she held the bottle to Faye’s mouth she knew her sister wouldn’t be able to complain about anything until she finished her bottle so this was the perfect opportunity for Melissa to big herself up to her little sister. “I bet mom is going to let me start changing my own diaper soon and that means I’ll be able to change yours too, then she’ll let me be your babysitter instead of auntie Heather being babysitter for both of us and then I’ll be able to boss you around and make you go to bed early.” Faye looked startled at this and Melissa could see the look of fear in her eyes. “Don’t worry,” Melissa comforted her little sister. “I’ll be good to my baby sister.”

Sabrina sang to herself as she applied her makeup. It was early in the morning and she was getting ready to go to work. She had once worked in a laboratory for a cosmetics company but ever since diaper laws had been passed women were seldom allowed to work in environments such as laboratories due to possibility of contamination from their diapers. Sabrina had not had any luck finding another good job so now she worked in a fast food outlet. At first Sabrina had found the job humiliating, not only because she was degraded to such a low quality job but also due to the fact that women who worked in the outlet had to wear red onesies with snaps on the crotch for easier diaper changes and a white bonnet to keep their hair covered. Sabrina thought a hair net would work better at that but she had no power to change it, hell she didn’t even have power to change her own diaper when she was working as a senior member of staff had to do it. Sabrina had to work long hours as well and her diaper didn’t stay clean and dry for very long at work. But Sabrina was more used to it now and knew this was just how things were these days, there was nothing she could do about it.

Sandra had enjoyed being a stepmother. When she had married a man with an adult daughter she didn’t know what to expect but having Eliza, a young woman around was fun and she loved to take charge of the household. Unfortunately for Sandra her new stepdaughter Eliza didn’t much like having a stepmother and decided it had gone far enough. Eliza could be domineering if she wanted to and decided to change the house dynamic. Something she hated was when Sandra treated her a bit younger than she was so what better way to teach Sandra a lesson than to treat her younger than she was. The thing about Eliza was that she would take things a little too far but when it came to getting her stepmother back, she took it way too far. Sandra was on a business trip for a couple of days and during that time Eliza transformed the spare room into an oversized nursery for her bossy stepmother. When Sandra got back she was met by Eliza who ordered her to go upstairs. Sandra wasn’t going to be bossed around by her stepdaughter but when Eliza dragged her upstairs she didn’t feel like she would be able to easily resist her. When Sandra saw the spare room she freaked, when Eliza stripped her of her clothes she screamed, when Eliza spanked her hard she cried and when Eliza diapered her she simply sucked on her new pacifier. The stepmother had become the baby. For weeks afterwards Sandra’s days consisted of bottle and spoon feedings, play time, nap times and diaper changes and by week six it seemed like Eliza had no intention of stopping. What could Sandra do? All she could do was do as her new mommy told her and hope that one day this would all be over, but that day was still a long way away.

Eric hung his head in despair as the diaper siren beside him giggled. She had been the sexiest girl Eric had ever spoken to and now there she was, sitting in a pink romper with a visibly thick diaper beneath it and a pink bonnet on her head, childishly playing with the toys scattered around the room. Eric looked just as infantile in a white bonnet, blue cardigan and thick diaper beneath blue plastic pants. Eric felt the worst he had ever felt. His adult life was gone now and he was trapped in this house with the diaper siren, probably forever and had no way of escaping. He could barely move or make noises anymore. The worst thing about it all was he had been stuck in a wet and messy diaper all morning, just like the day before and now it must have been lunch time. The diaper siren happily played while Eric felt miserable but after a while she leant over to him and looked at his face for a moment. Then she exclaimed, “Hehe, you’re stinky!” At this very moment Eric heard the front door of the house opening and he knew that the diaper siren mommy had arrived. The diaper siren knew it too as she sat upright and squealed, “Mommy!” The diaper siren mommy came round every day, three times a day. Once to get Eric and the diaper siren out of their cribs, change their diapers and feed them breakfast, once (now) to change their diapers and feed them lunch and once to change their diapers, feed them supper and put them in their cribs for the night. Eric was relieved to be getting out of this diaper but wasn’t looking forward to being fed the baby food that he lived off of now.

“Eh, Stacey?” Julia said questioningly. “Yeah?” Stacey answered happily. “It’s almost half past…” Julia said apprehensively. Stacey looked at her for a moment and then smiled. “You’re silly, we’re not supposed to be able to tell the time!” Stacey giggled. Julia continued to look slightly worried. “But remember what your mommy said?” Stacey thought for a second and then shrugged. “Okay then,” she said. “I wanted to play more but I suppose we should do it now.” At this Julia looked relieved but that relief was quickly replaced with anxiety. “Can we go back to back so we’re not watching each other?” She asked nervously. Stacey hesitated but then said, “Okay, but you’re going to have to get used to people watching.” Julia smiled, relieved and said, “I know, I know but I’m not ready yet.” The two girls got up from their sitting positions and Stacey picked up a pacifier that sat between all the baby toys on the floor. She slipped the pacifier into her mouth and soon after Julia had her own pacifier in her mouth. The two girls where now crouching back to back with their thickly padded butts touching, the sound of plastic pants crinkling as they did. There was silence for a few seconds but it was cut short by a grunt from Stacey. “Ugh,” she huffed. After a moment she had finished her grunting and her tense body relaxed. She was bored now and wanted some fun. Giggling, she turned her head round to look at Julia who’s body was still tense. “Hehe, I’m watching you!” Stacey said. “Stop!” Julia retorted, stifling a laugh of embarrassment. It was at this point that Stacey’s mommy walked into the nursery. “Uh-oh! Looks someone left it too late,” said Stacey’s mommy, looking straight at Julia. “I’m finished mommy!” Stacey announced, proud of herself. “Good girl,” her mommy praised before looking back at Julia. “And what about you Julia? Are you finished?” Julia, bowed her head and whispered, “No.” Stacey’s mommy harshly said, “No what?” Julia had tears in her eyes now. “No I haven’t finished going poopy,” she managed to say as the tears came out. “Well,” Stacey’s mommy began. “That means little Julia is getting a spanking and no changies until tomorrow. Come on Stacey, let’s go change your diaper.”

“Awww, there’s little baby Jason!” Jason’s stepmother cooed as she walked towards him, holding a bowl of baby food with a plastic spoon in it in one hand and a baby bottle of milk in the other. Jason was trapped in a highchair wearing nothing but a large diaper and a bib around his neck. “You’re just a little baby, aren’t you?” His stepmother continued to Coo at him as she approached. Once she was standing right in front of the highchair she sat the bowl and the Bottle down on the tray and crouched down so that she was lower than the tray. “Let’s check baby Jason’s diapey!” She said as she began to feel his diaper, squishing and poking it. She then stood back up and look at Jason helplessly sitting there. “Your diapey is all dry,” she said disappointedly. “Why haven’t you wet yet?” She asked but not to Jason, more at herself. “Well,” she began, picking up the plastic spoon in the bowl of baby food. “We’ll just have to make sure to feed you properly so you can use your diaper soon.” Jason had been holding it all night and now into the morning and was having trouble settling still because he had to pee. He knew he wasn’t going to win and get to use the toilet but he wasn’t ready yet to give in and use his diaper.

It starts out just like any other night at a bar. You meet a girl who seems amazing and out of your league but she still talks to you and you get along so well that after a couple of drinks you’re already leaving to go back to her place. It’s like you are delirious with joy as you reach her house. Why is she so eager? Who cares? It’s going to be a good night. You enter her house and go into her living room. All you can look at is her, she is amazing. She begins to strip. Now you really can’t look away. You are strangely drawn to her face, you can’t even look at her now naked body, her face is so gorgeous. Then the first sign of something strange happens. She suddenly puts a pacifier in her mouth. The spell is broken and you look at her questioningly. That’s when you notice she isn’t completely naked. She’s wearing a diaper. Before you can ask what’s going on she is on top of you and you are now on the floor. You try to get away but you can barely move. Your actions are clumsy and slow. Your clothes are being ripped off quickly until you are left naked on the floor. You try to speak but only garbled nonsense comes out. Within a few seconds a diaper is pushed under you and your crotch and butt gets a sprinkling of baby powder before the diaper is taped up over you and you are now wearing a diaper just like she is. She takes out the pacifier and puts it in your mouth. You can’t spit it out, it’s impossible. It’s then she begins to sing and it all becomes clear. She isn’t a woman, she’s a diaper Siren. A beautiful creature with a baby’s mind that tricks men into becoming their baby friends. While some men escape most never do and unlucky for you, most only escape after several years in the Siren’s lair, living as a baby.

Heidi and Bridget were both being punished by their stepmothers. Their punishment was that they had to wear diapers for the next three months. The strange thing was though, they grew used to it. They became used to the idea of using their diaper instead of the toilet and even grew used to their stepmothers, aunts, even friends changing their diapers. So when the three months was up they begged their stepmothers to allow them to continue wearing diapers at all times. Heidi’s stepmother reluctantly agreed but Bridget’s stepmother, who had the idea of diaper punishment in the first place was overjoyed at the prospect of having not only her daughter in diapers for the foreseeable future but also her daughter’s best friend. So Bridget’s stepmother was happy to have Heidi over for play dates and sleepovers as often as they wanted. Tonight the girls are having a sleepover at Bridget’s house. Bridget’s stepmother has been starting to treat Bridget and Heidi more like young children in recent weeks. It just so happened that both girls needed to go poopy at the same time so they squatted down in the middle of Bridget’s bedroom (which was becoming more and more like a nursery) and started to push. Heidi pushed out her stinky, poopy mess before Bridget managed to and Bridget noticed Heidi’s diaper expand as she looks back at it. “Awww, you went first,” Bridget said. “You win!” She continued. Heidi giggled and shouted, “Yay!” It was at this point Bridget pushed her own mess into the seat of her diaper with a squeal of delight. At the door of the bedroom Bridget’s stepmother stood watching the girls with Heidi’s stepmother behind her. “I guess it makes them happy,” Heidi’s stepmother said as she watched the scene unfold. “Yeah, it’s cute, harmless fun and it gives us the chance to look after babies,” Bridget’s stepmother said. “You’re right, you know I’m going to start treating Heidi more like a baby now after tonight,” Heidi’s stepmother said. “It’s what’s best for her,” they agreed.

Tasha had been cycling to the next town to visit her parents because it was a lovely day and she wanted to be outside. As it was a warm day she decided to just wear a top and her diaper. There was nothing abnormal anymore about a woman wearing nothing but a top with her diaper exposed. As she cycled along the country road she realised there was s funny feeling in her stomach. She hadn’t pooped yet today and it was that time of day. She pulled in at the side of the road and dismounted her bike. She stood for a moment at the roadside, feeling movement inside her body before it got to the point where she was ready to go. Tasha squatted down and began to push. She smiled as she did so, knowing that she would feel better any second now. In a couple of seconds she had loaded her diaper with a mushy, poopy mess that she could instantly smell. Tasha stayed in her squatting position for a little while to make sure she had truly finished pooping. Once she was certain she had, she stood up again and made her way back to her bike. She mounted the bike once more and brought her diapered butt down onto the seat, feeling the poop squish beneath her weight. She wiggled her butt a little to get herself into a comfortable position before starting to cycle again. Her parents house was only a couple of miles away now and she could get a diaper change there. She hoped she had left some diapers there another time to change into, she hated the kind her mom wore as they were cheap and scratchy.

“Samantha!” Jessica said through gritted teeth as her friend Samantha pulled up her own dress. They had been sent out by their parents in summer dresses which hid their diapers quite well. All females had been wearing diapers for a few years now so two young girls wearing diapers was nothing out of the ordinary. Samantha stuck her tongue out at Jessica as she yanked up the dress and shouted over to the group of boys they were hanging out with, “Hey Brad? Can you come and check my diaper? I think I made a wet wet but I’m not sure.” Brad looked over, taken aback by the sight that met him. Jessica scowled at her friend who smiled back at her. Brad come over to the two girls and said, “Sure I’ll check your diaper Samantha.” He proceeded to feel Samantha’s diaper and poke his fingered inside it. Jessica huffed, now jealous of the attention her friend was getting. Brad stepped back and put his hands on his hips, looking down at Samantha. “You’re soaked,” he said to her in a condescending tone. “you are one wet girl,” he continued. “Oh…” Samantha said, a grin creeping onto her face. “I’ll change you if you want,” Brad said. Nothing could have made Samantha happier, or Jessica more jealous.

Simon’s new stepmother was so weird. Somehow she knew just how to get him to do as she wanted and she exploited this power, taking her control over Simon to levels that normal people wouldn’t even think of. Six months after she moved into Simon’s house the young man find himself lying on his back in a newly furnished nursery that was once his bedroom. He lay there with his stepmother lifting his legs up, revealing the thick diaper that Simon wore, the only clothing he was wearing at all. His stepmother smiled as she looked down at his diapered butt. She looked at Simon’s blushing face and said, “Is baby Simon a wet little boy?” Simon blushed even darker as she felt at his diaper. He knew it was wet and she knew it was wet but she liked to taunt him like this, making him feel like a child. “Come on, mommy will change your diaper baby,” she said. Simon would have protested but he was used to it by now, this wasn’t his first diaper change.

Sydney had no idea why she had decided to come out to her parents about being an abdl. It seemed like something she should do before she left home. There weren’t secrets in their house and she had felt so bad about not telling them for so long. She didn’t know what to expect when she told them but she certainly didn’t expect this. Now it had been only two weeks since she had told her mom and dad about her love of diapers and being an adult baby and she was now living out her days as an adult baby. Her parents had instantly read up on abdl and had decided it was cute and should be encouraged so they ordered every abdl item they could find including abdl diapers, furniture, clothes, pacifiers, baby bottles and toys. Within these two short weeks Sydney’s bedroom had turned into her nursery and the house was filled with abdl items such as a highchair in the kitchen, a playpen in the living room, toys scattered everywhere and there was Sydney, wearing thick diapers, cute baby clothes and sucking on a pacifier or a bottle at all times, loving every moment of it.

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