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

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Little Jimmie awoke with a start. He couldn’t sit up! His vision was blurry and the only thing he could make out was his mother watching over him while he lay there in the crib. “Mama, pwease! Make me big boy! Me am big boy!” He cried out. The plot of a story has a beginning and an end, but the key to a plot that engages readers is tension. Tension builds to the climax, at which point the story is more or less over, though loose ends can still be tied up. The plot “arc” tends to look like this: Inciting Incident

He awoke, wet, confused, and a little frightened. His pajamas did seem a bit oversized, but not as much as in the dream. His diaper wasn’t all that much oversized either, but just to make certain that it was just a dream, he attempted to stand up and had to grasp the handrail on the crib to steady himself. He couldn’t figure it out, why did his clothing feel so baggy? It was as if he were a little boy wearing an adult-sized diaper several sizes too large! It was slipping! He could feel it! What the hell was going on here!?

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Okay, then the formal shit is taken care of. I’m yours until tomorrow morning, unless you break our contract. Starting now.” My cheeks turned a bright red, but not out of embarrassment from wearing such girlish clothes. Rather, it was because deep within, I couldn't imagine anything nicer than continuing this new and exciting experience for as long as I could. As he began stripping off his teenage clothing and getting ready to put on the provided diapers, he found himself stopped by her strong hands and chastised for not acting his new age. His mother stripped his clothing off and lead him to the changing table, made him lie down, and gave him a big plastic keyring with colorful plastic keys to play with while she cooed to him about what a good boy he was.

The soft caress of the silky fabrics on my powdered skin and the way the two women (especially Carolyn) pampered me was so wondrous and I could not help think of the weekend ahead in frillies. Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared to him a pretty young girl. “Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the academy is cloistered to women.” manner after she told a joke. Carolyn also reminded me of when we ate I was to take small bites and small sips. She got me to drink some water out a glass in small sips. Carolyn rubbed the front of my panties and I began to moan softly in delight. Carolyn said,” You just love this don’t you Chrissy?” I replied, “Ooh yes it’s nice, I just love it when you make me ejaculate into my frillies. I just love being dressed like a girl. You have turned me into a girl and I really enjoy it.”Carolyn helped me out my underwear and then assisted me in getting on my nightwear. She knelt at my feet and then opened up the panty for me to step into. I over from Carolyn and pulled the panty over my hips. As I did so Carolyn asked, "How did you feel when you first put these panties on?" I said,” They felt so soft and silky." Mara has a surprised look on her face, and Mommy closes the bathroom door so bratty little Mara can’t try to escape - she’s only realising that Mommy was serious about her wearing a diaper too. Mommy reaches into the diaper bag, and pulls out a slightly smaller pull up, left over from when Mara stopped wearing them. She pulls Mara over to her, and before Jennifer or Mara know it, Mommy has stripped down her little leggings and pretty panties. Excellent,” complimented Aunt Mary, “A little touch-up with the curling iron and our little Chrissy will be perfect”. Carolyn praised me, “Ooh yes honey that’s perfect. You look so precious, Honey. You've made Mistress very happy.” It seems we'll have a young lady joining us for dinner today, Carolyn, and not the almost teenage boy we were expecting,” the older woman quipped.