Diapered Challenge Party: an ABDL story

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I'm a wittle diapie baby, a wittle pottypants pwincess-" "Yes, you are," Andrea responds – and as the vibrator changes tone and a muffled cry of pleasure escaped the diaper-clad girl's pacified lips, it was clear that Mommy approves of the answer. The scent of soft and sweet perfume leaving her padded panties with the pats and rubs on her tenderly loved bottom left her with just as much butterflies in her stomach as the now cooling bottom that is awaiting for her to add more to it whenever she wants to.

Even if she couldn't admit it herself, Jenna realized that there was a reason why she was an Adult Infant in the first place. Thoughts of acting so infantile and getting so much congratulations and sincere love caused the thought of her going all the way back to being their permanent babydoll did nothing to dissuade her descent. You initially thought that last night's genius move of sneaking in bottles of yummy chocolate milk was the only silver lining to this terrible night, but no, if anything, drinking them just made things worse. Crawling out of the bed I lifted up the blanket and stood up, my wet spot exposed to the world, the cold air hitting it making me shiver, as the yellow stain of shame showed itself off to my best friend's mom. I remember I was young at the time, I had just turned thirteen that winter, and for my birthday, I was going to get to spend the night at my friend's house for the very first time!Crowley looked up from his miserable curl, completely unprepared for the words that were about to change their lives forever. The thought of her caretaker walking up to her as she chewed her toes in her soaked pampers caused her to let out an involuntary moan at the thought of their face looking at her. And although she had been told her height wouldn't be an issue on this vacation she had some doubts. She shook her head “ No this can’t be right, that means that I won’t be able to pleasure myself anymore but if she is forcing me to wear these horrible things would I even want to while wearing this” she groaned. The skirt she wore was short, soft, and frilly - a light blue to match one of the striped knee socks she wore, the other a pink that matched her shirt.

His own manhood was throbbing in his jeans as his love sucked at the offered nipple, her eyes closed, her hips grinding ever so slightly against his hand.

She supposed eventually Maisey would be completely reliant on diapers after continuously wearing them. Even if she failed acting the big girl that she never was in the first place, a nice clean up followed by lots of special cuddles and care to help her little heart settle down was something that he knew Jenna needed best. That said, she’d only found herself in this situation in the first place because of the community she’d discovered online showing her that it wasn’t as peculiar a situation as she might’ve otherwise believed. She reminisced the time she’d turned her into a cow by mistake, or the time they went to that toy factory, not to mention the stint she spent as a stuffed animal for her birthday… That memory in particular sparked a realization in her.

A total upset, one that had left the pollsters and journalists and civil servants scrambling and confused. Contains themes of ABDL, Diapers, Age Regression and the like Chloe pulled her blonde hair up into a ponytail while she waited outside the bathroom for Danielle to finish. There was a flash as it hit the edge of the atmosphere and then little white pieces flew in all directions like some kind of eerie firework.She had no idea how to use the potty anymore, so they both agreed, in the reluctance to Jenna, that she needed them permanently now. look, I make fun of Sarah all the time for it, if I have to wear one, I'll never hear the end of it!

She had frequent emotional outbursts, a very child-like love for magic and stuffed animals, and here she was, pulled into trying out this diaper thing because of a message from someone online talking about their ‘inner child’.She was wearing her pink and white checkered short overalls with a large pink heart in the center that read ‘Baby’, under her overalls she wore a plain white onesie that hugged her slim hourglass body. She muttered, for some reason she couldn't keep her eye contact with me, she often stopped to take glances at the diaper, and then at me, seemingly more and more flustered. You have already had stressors from your adult life removed: communications devices, work obligations, social relations, clothing, and even toileting needs.