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  1. Another story from me. I've been posting this one for a while now on other platforms, but figured that I should try to get active in this community again. This will be a slow burn; quite a long story (although not as long as my epics). My plan divides the story into 5 acts, with a different approach to ageplay in each act. I'm expecting the acts to be 20-30 chapters each, and at this point chapters range from 2000 to 3400 words. I'm writing in act II now, and have almost finished the scene-by-scene plan for act III. Cover image is AI generated 😞 Hopefully can replace it if I can get some help from someone with artistic skill. Although I'm also using text generation, that's mostly to address the motivational factor of staring at a blank page. I'll take the garbage it spits out and rewrite it, while moaning about dumb word choices and how it can't stick to the plot. If any of its output makes it through to the final version, I expect it would be no more than 2%. So… here goes. Would appreciate any feedback on the story, or guesses about what might be going on here. Act I: Introduction 1. Prologue Light on the factory floor was mostly from the faint glow of furnaces, or some complex chemical process. Occasionally, the flicker of welding caused the shadows to shift for a couple of seconds before darkness returned. The machines didn’t need light to work by. The shadows seemed alive, writhing in the corners and clinging to every surface. Narrow metal catwalks lined the perimeter, suspended precariously over a sprawling industrial space. Below the walkways, massive stainless steel vats brewed and distilled mysterious chemical concoctions, bubbly liquids gurgling as gases percolated up through them. Steam rose in wispy tendrils, collecting under the catwalks and obscuring the view across the cavernous hall. A figure walked along down below, a flashlight casting to either side. Maybe a janitor or night guard inspecting the place. The days when a site like this would have required hundreds of workers to keep it going were long gone. Now, the only serious tasks were making sure that none of the machines had warning lights lit, and that there was nobody here who wasn’t supposed to be. The last intruder had been a rat, found nesting in the ductwork a month before. People were still talking about it. On the gantry above, if you looked from just the right angle, you might have noticed a couple of shadows looking a little more organic than the latticework of steel and concrete. A really careful observer, if they waited long enough, might have seen those shadows moving again after a long, cautious pause. Two figures, scurrying across a catwalk while keeping low to the ground so they couldn’t be seen from below. The larger one went first, moving with a quiet confidence, while the frustration of the second was clear in the way that it moved. Their footsteps didn’t make a sound even on the metal gantry, and the distant man on the ground was completely unaware of them as he continued surveying some of the industrious machines. As they came to the middle of the catwalk they moved more nervously; exposed in the open space, with sheer drops on either side down to the chemical basins simmering stories below. Reaching an intersection, the taller figure paused, broad shoulders backlit by the eerie green glow of a monitor as he peered down each possible path. His muscular frame was obvious even through his dark utilitarian clothes. Beside him, the smaller figure froze as someone else’s footsteps started to shake the steel beneath their feet. Their slim build was almost lost in the oversized utility uniform they wore, and they stood with a tension that said flight was an option at any moment. With a few quick hand signals, the partner indicated a patrol emerging from the left passage. Another gesture pointed towards a place where the computer terminal at the side of the walkway – maybe all the buttons to shut down the machines below in case someone were to fall – could conceal them from whoever was generating a more prominent set of footsteps. The smaller figure was moving back already, desperate to hide before they were discovered. But the larger man didn't retreat. His head turned back and forth as if considering multiple options when there was only one sane choice available. With a sudden burst of speed he charged forward into the intersecting catwalk, directly toward the oncoming guards. A dozen panicked shots ricocheted in the darkness, nowhere near their target as they reacted in pure surprise. The brute’s bellow inspired terror before he crashed into them with the force of a freight train. They had guns, but those were no use against a figure within arm’s length, ignoring his own sidearm and swinging a length of steel pipe around his head. A fierce brawl ensued, but the guards had never signed up for this kind of conflict and their reflexes simply weren’t fast enough. As three uniformed figures tumbled to the ground, one of them rolling over the side of the catwalk, the fourth member of the team just about managed to back away far enough to bring his rifle to bear. But he didn’t reckon with the second figure rising up behind him out of nowhere and tightening a cord around his neck. Seconds later he fell to the ground unconscious. The smaller intruder cringed at the reckless frontal attack, but was smart enough to know there was no sense in complaining about what had already happened. There had been so much noise in the fight, and the sound of gunfire was sure to attract even more security. They needed to complete their mission as quickly and quietly as possible. With a shudder, the slight figure pulled a security access card from the pocket of the nearest guard. They just needed to get to the records room, and they might just have time before more reinforcements arrived. Smoke was rising at the side of the vast chamber in any case, and there was an acrid smell in the air. There was more light now, an amber flickering glow, and it didn’t take a genius to guess that one of the vats on the far side of the hall could have been ignited by a stray bullet. “Thanks,” the larger figure grunted, and then kept on walking in the direction they had been moving. He didn’t bother to keep low, focusing on speed now that stealth was off the table. “Subtle as always, Dash,” his partner sighed, stepping over another fallen guard. “We don’t need subtle, Ghost. We get the job done.” He was already at the door of the records room, seemingly oblivious to the growing flames and smoke on the far side of the facility. A few seconds later his partner joined him and swiped the purloined keycard to get the door open. The records room was darker than the factory floor; there was no flicker of industrial processes here, and one computer screen in the corner was showing an endless montage of security footage from different parts of the facility. Right now, it showed a considerable number of running men with weapons, in between shots of more uniformed figures trying without success to stop a roaring blaze. Brock stared at the screen for a moment, and then flicked the lights on. Fluorescent tubes buzzed into life, one of them flickering intermittently. While he stood a little way back from the doorway, expecting more intruders, his partner dashed straight towards one of the server racks and plugged in a ruggedised laptop. A uniformed figure burst into the room, and was efficiently rendered unconscious. Brock barely broke a sweat. “How long's this gonna take?” he asked. “Organised resistance will be here any minute.” “That’s why we were supposed to avoid the guards until we’re here. I bypassed the encryption, just need to finish downloading the files. Guess there’s no point covering out tracks now.” He focused intently on the screen while a progress bar ticked across. "Shouldn't be long. But have you thought how we’re going to get out of here? They’re not going to–” A sound like distant thunder rocked the building, and the floor shuddered beneath their feet. The security monitor showed scenes of utter chaos from the cameras that were still working. The acrid smell of chemicals flooded the hallway. Brock laughed loudly. “That’ll keep 'em occupied! Explosions have a way of grabbing your attention. C’mon, let’s hustle.“ “Right!” The smaller figure sighed, hands flying across the keys. His voice didn’t betray any surprise that their mission had turned out this way; but it was clear that he was longing for a break. Moments later the computer signalled it was ready, and two figures were again running along catwalks as more explosions rocked the building. Dash was right about one thing: The guards had bigger things to worry about than two running figures. * * * Nina leaned against the bars enclosing her, trying to make out signs of anything interesting in the rest of the room. There were other girls out there, she was sure, but she hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to any of them yet. She could hear the sound of crying, which made her a little apprehensive about what might happen to her if she couldn’t find a way out of this strange place. But she didn’t really understand this place; her jailors had only ever told her what they wanted her to do, never going into why. But she could see the shape of it, and she told herself that she wanted no part of it; shutting down any hormonal fantasies that weren’t rooted in the real world. She twisted the ring on her finger, hoping that Victor would come to rescue her soon. They hadn’t taken the ring away; that must mean there was still a chance, mustn’t it? She didn’t understand the chain of events that had brought her here. They were supposed to be spending a couples weekend at a luxury spa. It would have been one of the high points of her time with him; although their whole engagement so far had seemed to be nothing but a string of high points, and the house had been nothing to laugh at either. But… But now she wasn’t at a spa. She was trapped in this weird, creepy space god-knew how many stories below ground, where nobody would ever be able to find her. And she didn’t have the first clue what the people here were planning to do with her. She couldn’t escape; the bars were more than just ornamental. So all she could do was hope that Victor would come to look for her sooner or later. Footsteps approached before two figures in white-and-blue uniforms reached her enclosure. This was a familiar routine as well. She recognised the taller figure, a woman who had introduced herself as Claudine when they first met. She was probably in charge, because she was the only person Nina had seen wearing a name badge in here, and in fact the only person whose name she had known in the last week. The other person was just there to provide muscle; nameless, and interchangeable. They never said Nina’s name either; though she had no idea whether they actually didn’t knew it, or just knew how much dehumanising her added to the emotional impact of this experience. “Time to eat, sweetie,” Claudia said with a sadistic smirk. Nina cowered back, knowing what was coming and also acutely aware that it was her own fault. She had refused to eat on her first day here, wanting to show that there were some things she was still in control of. They had proved her wrong. On the second day she had been given another chance to prove that she was willing to go along with the programme; but she had been too stubborn. They wouldn’t give her the choice again. And the knowledge that she had wasted a tiny sliver of freedom on something so petty only reminded her – every time she thought about it – that she would have more freedom if she did what she was told in future. The man beside Claudine responded to her glare by turning and fiddling with the locks for a moment. Then there were no bars between her and freedom, just two people larger and stronger than her. They picked her up without any apparent effort, and carried her between them. She was going to get breakfast now, and it was clear that she had no choice in the matter. She didn’t bother to fight, she knew that there was no point. And her new compliance earned a smile and a pat on the head, along with a few reassuring words about what a good girl she was. Nina found herself blushing, surprised by how quickly she had gotten used to this treatment. She didn’t say anything as they deposited her on the chair, and set about strapping her in so that she couldn’t escape even if she thought there might be some chance of finding her way up to the surface through this labyrinth. A rubbery bulb was forced between her lips and Nina knew better than to fight it. A moment later there was warm sweet liquid filling her mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow. And despite her fear, she found herself somehow feeling not entirely afraid in this situation. Sure, she was trapped with no suggestion of when she would get out. But they weren’t actually hurting her, and so long as she did everything they wanted, she would be pretty comfortable. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. After Claudine and her assistants had left the room, Nina still never felt like she was alone. She didn’t know that there was a doctor watching her on a video monitor; but there was something about the decor that made it feel like she had no privacy at all. It was the kind of place where there would always be someone watching. She swallowed again, feeling the warm liquid running down her throat. It was actually pretty nice, if she just didn’t think about the situation, or her lack of choice in all of this. And it was easy not to think as she drank more. She found her thoughts getting fuzzier, and everything starting to blur. A minute later she would have been smiling, but for the bulb dispensing medicine into her mouth. And a little after that, she wasn’t thinking anything at all. Nina didn’t hear the conversation between Claudine and Dr Renault, commenting on how well she was progressing, or how soon she would be ready. And even if she had heard, she wouldn’t have been able to comprehend long words like “conditioning”. But that didn’t matter at all; it felt so good to just suck, drink, and smile. 2. Irreplaceable The air was filled with the insistent click-click-click of a dozen keyboards. Everybody in the office focused intently on their work, sure that what they were doing mattered. Even when they couldn’t make any deductions right away, they were chipping away at the rock face of ignorance, and sooner or later they would manage to unearth a nugget of truth. Or at least, that was how it seemed to Isadora as she pushed a stray lock of dark hair away from her face. She knew that her own work, even if it was related to something minor like a dead-drop in the back streets of Tarawa, actually mattered, and she was determined to do it to the best of her ability. Even if her hazel eyes were bloodshot from staring at a monitor all day by the time she got back to her apartment. It would have been worth it, and she was already looking forward to being able to relax and indulge herself later. But there was no time to be thinking about that. She straightened her glasses and smoothed down her sensible blouse as the interdepartmental mail trolley rolled by. Sheila's laughter at the mailroom guy's jokes grated on Isadora's nerves. Didn't they understand how crucial their work was? Isadora would never even consider flirting with a coworker, not one of the office staff. Even having a closer bond with an Operative could be dangerous; and Isadora wasn’t the only one who looked down on the various Monitors who had reputedly hooked up with the agency’s most notorious womaniser, Agent Brock. Isadora found herself sneering without thinking when that image crossed her mind; she knew she would never fall for that kind of flamboyant playboy. She tried to put it out of her mind, and turned back to the list of cryptographic signatures in front of her. She had an iron will, and remained focused on the screen for a whole two seconds until a letter landed on her desk with a quiet flutter. Then her hands froze over the keyboard, and she wondered if this could be it. The answer she had been waiting for. She hesitated, and froze with the letter in her hands. There was just her name and desk number typed on the front, with no indication of which office it had come from. But some instinct told her that her answer was inside. The final results after eighteen months of training. If the letter said yes, she wouldn’t need to keep sitting here decrypting messages to tell Brown and Johnson where they needed to be. She could travel with an Operative and give him support in the field. She could watch dots on her screen indicating where guards might be, and give her Operative advice in real time, telling him when he needed to duck, and when he needed to fight. On paper, there was little difference between the duties of a Monitor and a Field-certified Monitor, but in practice it meant that she could do all the things that required a real time response, and it meant that sometimes she might be less than a mile from the bad guys. It was a prospect that terrified Isadora, but if it meant that she could spend more time close to Brown, and even get him to speak to her for more than a casual ‘hi’ as they passed in the corridors of Millennium House, it would all be worthwhile. Shaking, and aware that she was distracting herself from her all-important codebreaking work, she tucked away an errant lock of hair that had escaped her ponytail and then drew her thumbnail carefully through the top of the envelope. A handful of minutes later, Isadora could hardly contain her excitement as she strode down the familiar wood-panelled corridors. A part of her still couldn’t believe it, but seeing her name on that certificate had put a new spring in her step. She hadn’t told any of her colleagues where she was going, and she doubted that any of them really cared. But she wanted Brown to be the first person she told. Brown was the Operative she wanted to work with more than any other, and it was his strength that had first inspired her to try getting into the field. He wasn’t an egotistical jerk like the legendary operative Brock, whose reputation included all the chauvinism of James Bond without any of the subtlety. Brown was a consummate professional, who made it his goal to learn everything he could possibly do to make the mission go down smoothly. And to Isadora, his caring nature and attention to detail made him much more attractive than toned muscles and dark-bronze skin. She’d respected the man ever since she first heard stories of his dedication and courage, and once she had actually seen him around headquarters she had been totally enthralled. The one time she’d spoken to him on the job, passing over a bunch of schedule data for an arms shipment, she’d seen that he had other impressive qualities as well. Brown would never see a mission as a checklist of goals. He cared about the people; both the ones he was working with and the innocents they were supposed to protect. And she had found herself dreaming of how well they could work together if they could properly synergise their skills. It was Brown who had said that teamwork was an Operative’s greatest strength, after all. She clutched her certificate, heart fluttering. She knew it was a little silly to be so emotional about this. She was just going to visit the man in hospital; to share the good news that they could work together once he was discharged. She’d brought a get well card as well, of course, and a little box of dates and walnuts because she remembered him saying that he didn’t have a sweet tooth. But she wanted him to be the first person she confided in about being approved as a Field Operative. He would give her some moral support, she was sure, and advice about managing her nerves that would seem like common sense as soon as she heard it. He’d be impressed by her qualifications as well, and tell her how well she had done. She could almost see it in her mind’s eye now. Reaching his door, she had to shake away her head to clear away those mental images. Those things were just dreams, they would never happen here and now. They would have to work together, and get to know each other more and more closely, for at least a few months before the calm and careful Brown would make the first move. He was a gentleman, after all. He wasn’t Brock, or one of the agents who idolised that guy and his refusal to work by the book. Brown would take his time, and always take care of her feelings. Because he was the kind of man who would respect her; and the only operative she knew of who had never tried flirting with the girls behind desks at headquarters. After steadying her nerves, Isadora knocked sharply. No matter what, she resolved to show Brown her very best. She would make clear she was ready for the field, and that they would make an unstoppable team. After all this time, her chance was finally here. “Come in!” a voice called from inside. It surprised her a little that he sounded confident and healthy, but that shouldn’t have been a surprise. Brown wasn’t seriously injured, and was only still in here because his doctors had insisted on a period of observation to demonstrate that he was fully recovered. “Hi,” she introduced herself with a nervous wave, before pausing to wonder if she should address him as ‘Brown’, or ‘Mr Brown’, or even ‘Agent Brown’. In a world where almost everyone was known by surnames alone, she wasn’t sure how to be either deferential or charming without sounding a little weird. She’d spoken to him before, of course, but only in a more formal setting within headquarters, when they happened to be assigned to related projects. This was different, because today she was actually making the initiative to see him. “Hey,” Brown answered. He was lying back in a hospital bed, with bandages around his arms. But he seemed happy and relaxed, with no signs of pain. It would take more than a little misfortune to keep Brown off the case. “Isadora, right? How’s the wonderful world of cryptanalysis treating you?” “Great thanks,” she answered, heart beating a hundred times a minute as she realised that he actually recognised her. A cynical part of her mind said that being able to identify a face in a crowd that he’d only glimpsed for a second before was a big part of his job. But it still made her feel special, like he actually cared. That was a magic that the flirts and chauvinists would never care about. “I’ve just been… Well, obviously I can’t say the details of what I’m working on. But I just got…” She did her best to breathe calmly, telling herself how important it was to appear professional. If he thought she was one of the airheaded clerical workers who had a crush on some agent, he would never want to be in the field with her. And she knew that she was better than that. Her interest and admiration was professional and entirely appropriate, even if it sometimes felt like something more. While she didn’t quite trust herself to speak clearly, she held up a hand with two envelopes in. One of them she had so recently opened, while the other had Brown’s name on the front. Of course, he smiled graciously as he took the one that was addressed to him, feigning a complete lack of curiosity about the other letter. But Isadora held it up anyhow. “I got my field certification,” she squawked, already sure that she was saying the wrong thing, but desperate to say what she had planned. She wasn’t going to come right out and ask, but it couldn’t hurt to informally assess his enthusiasm for being placed together. “I’ll be a real Field Monitor, in the field. Undercover, and all that. I’m so nervous still, but I thought… I mean, is there any advice you can give me? You’re probably the most professional Operative on the roster, so if I want to get advice from the best…” “Of course,” he said with a smile. “It’s a different system now, though. When I was paired up with Doc, he was an Operative first, studying the Monitor duties in the background. So I don’t know how different it will be for you. But there’s two pieces of advice I would give you, even if they might be a little… less dry and emotionless than what they teach in Spy School.” “Oh, that’s perfect!” Isadora gasped, and then hesitated and wished she could take the words back. “I mean… learning what matters from someone who’s actually lived it.” “Modesty suits you,” he said. “And as long as you’re willing to learn, I think you’ll make an excellent Field Monitor. Have you been assigned a partner yet?” “No, I…” Isadora hesitated. There was a part of her that just wanted to ask right out if he was willing to work with a new partner while his on-and-off companion Doc was recuperating after their last adventure. But somehow it felt somehow impolite to admit that she’d been paying so much attention to his life. That sounded like something he should volunteer; even if it seemed like he could be asking if she wanted to join him. “I only found out today, but I was wondering…” As much as she knew that she would need to start showing determination, that was as much as she could stay. “Whoever it is, they’re lucky,” he said. “You strike me as a very competent woman. And not at all overconfident.” It was the perfect compliment; and the exact opposite of what she would expect from the growing number of operatives who modelled themselves after a dinosaur like Brock. His kindness made her even more determined to say what she needed to say. “Thank you. How about you? I mean… I know you were injured. Will you be waiting for your Monitor to recover before you continue?” She knew that wouldn’t be the case. Brown couldn’t bear to stop working; the next mission was the only thing that mattered to him. But she could ask, and it would sound like something a concerned friend would say. She could hope that he would open up to her then. “We both got hurt a little,” he said. “And that’s… ugh, I haven’t talked to anybody about this yet.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” “No, no. It’s fine. But I’ve got two tips for you, right? Things they never teach you in training. And I think this is a perfect example of the one I should have learned years ago. I wasn’t badly hurt this time, you see. But the circumstances made me think about what would have happened if I didn’t make it back. I always told myself before that one man is a small sacrifice; that the mission is more important than just me.” “That must be the hardest part of it,” Isadora mumbled, as soon as Brown paused. He seemed so intense now, and that only made her more eager to share this life with him. “Putting yourself in second place.” “Not really. A lot of people can sacrifice themselves. The hard part is realising that it isn’t all about me. Thinking about how my family would feel if nobody could tell them what happened to me. And when I think about all of it, I know I can’t do that. Sacrificing myself for the job is a small price to pay if the job gets done, but hurting all the people I care about… I can’t do that. I can’t take that risk with a clear conscience.” He hesitated then, opening the get well soon card she had brought and standing it up beside his bed. Isadora knew enough basic psychology to recognise displacement activity; a man doing some simple task as a way to put off thinking about his next words. She felt like she should say something, or reassure him. But she was just standing there with her mouth open, barely taking in what he was saying. After a long pause, he continued: “I thought about it a lot,” he said. “I’ve spent three days now, drafting and redrafting my resignation letter. I haven’t mentioned it to Forstadter yet, and I was kind of dreading it. So thank you, Isadora. Telling someone at work, someone I can trust… I think you’re already helping me over the largest mental hurdle.” “You’re quitting?” It seemed obvious, but she asked for confirmation before her brain had even processed what she had heard. It was almost unthinkable. Did that mean she would never get a chance to work with Brown? Did it mean she wouldn’t be able to see him outside work either? “Yeah. I’m sorry, I feel like I’m letting you all down. But when I imagine Dave sitting alone, never really knowing what happened to me… that’s not something I could ever do to him. I’m sure there are plenty of Operatives who can do what I do, especially with talented people like you to support them. But Dave, well… He’s only got one husband. That’s where I’m irreplaceable, and to me that’s more important than any genius with delusions of world domination.” He didn’t say any more, and for a few minutes Isadora just didn’t know how she could possibly respond.
  2. So I've recently started playing with a switch/Big friend in a server. And today they decided to issue a holding challenge where I couldn't pee without asking permission. And after about 4-6 hours and getting to pee once I was extremely desperate the second time and lets just say none to happy about being teased and denied the bathroom... 😅🤷‍♀️I started to get a little mouthy and may have sent a pout GIF which got me three minutes corner time... At that point I was really starting to panic and decided to do it in the shower in case the worst happened but not before further back talk got me another minute... What broke me though was when they psyched me out by pretending to have to deal with something at work... I lost a good amount but the coup de grace was being ordered to finish going in my panties sense "I couldn't hold it like a big girl..." I must have peed a good liter and left a puddle in the tub with my stream shooting through my panties.. So I'm currently sitting in here in a towel after showering and the worst part is I can't stop blushing and smiling... Stupid embarrassment kink... 😆🙈💀
  3. I have been very much into Omorashi fetish for a long time now. No hate but I don't really get the concept AB/DL and am genuinely curious about it. I have nothing against it and fully support ABDL but just don't get the concept of it. So this question goes to all AB/DL lovers to guide me through their thought process of AB/DL. What do you like about it and what specific things about ABDL that turn you on?
  4. View File Rachel's Recent Tumblr Finds - 27 Ok, I'm giving up on the Roman Numerals. Here's some more recent finds from Tumblr. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 07/06/2024 Category Female  
  5. I've not got any privacy at present; so if I want to indulge any of this stuff, I need to go somewhere else. I know there are a few professional caregivers, mostly styling themselves as "nanny" or "mommy". But searching for info on any of them invariably leads to websites that feel like they're stuck in the 90s (mystery meat navigation, broken links, and similar), and it's hard to tell if they're even still active. Now, searching google for "ABDL nanny" or "ABDL nursery" finds a few, but most of the top results are endless reposts of the same 3 news stories by people who want to criticise us. And then there's the threads on various forums where people provide recommendations; but those threads all seem to be a dozen conversations talking across each other, and several years old. In any other hobby or interest, if websites were so inconsistent someone would have put together a community spreadsheet, wiki, or similar tabulating stuff like prices and locations so it's easier to search. Knowing whether someone still exists without having to trawl through social media feeds would be good too. Has someone done anything like this? I was originally trying to find if there's anywhere in Scotland, and getting the same "west midlands" results a dozen times is starting to get frustrating.
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    Ok, I'm giving up on the Roman Numerals. Here's some more recent finds from Tumblr. Enjoy, Rach
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  7. I'm probably never going to finish this project... I'm working on a fiction piece that takes the form of a brochure for a fictional regression school. This is going to be complete with graphical elements, including photos. I don't want to just farm random photos off the Internet, and I'm not enough of an artist to draw, so that means AI images. Can anyone here recommend an image generation site that can work off a text prompt and create photo-realistic pictures I can put in my brochure, without running afoul of vague terms of service, that is reasonably inexpensive?
  8. How in the world could it have ended up like this. I’m laying in an adult sized crib, in a chastity cage and a thick and stuffed diaper, with my wife in her bed all the way on the other side of the room. The lights are off, it’s 8:30PM, and she’s sleeping like a baby, or at least an overgrown toddler. I, however, am sitting here wondering why I let another woman take control of our relationship, and how she made my wife and I call her Mommy, and put us, or particularly, me, in this position. My wife and I had been married for a few years before we decided to try to find our unicorn. We’d been married young, and neither of us had a ton of experience in relationships before. Our love life had been wonderful, if a little vanilla. We had a conversation one night about things that she and I could do to spice up our bedroom, and both of us mentioned auditioning a ‘third’, that could potentially be a friends-with-benifits type scenario. Luckily, we both had a similar type in mind - a more experienced, older woman. After a few conversations, and then finally signing up for a dating app, we’d had several near misses with people that weren’t going to work out. Then we met up with Christine. She messaged us without seeming desperate, without being presumptuous, and with really no red flags at all. Just based on her pictures, she was beautiful with long, brown hair and green eyes, a fantastic figure, and one of the kindest smiles that either my wife or I had ever had aimed at us. We had a first “date” with Christine at a nice restaurant, and it was as pleasant as it could have been. Unlike the few other ladies we’d met up with, she seemed perfectly normal, very happy to have a conversation. She was in the family therapy field, and had an adult son who lived in Europe for school, and a husband who’d died in a work accident around seven years ago. Since then, she’d traveled and worked, and was looking for companionship. My wife and I were both very career oriented. We were Gabe and Maggie, both in our late 20s. I am slightly short, with an athletic but slender and small build. I’ve been described as having “boyish good looks”. Maggie is three inches shorter than me at 5’4, with an adorable chubby tummy and perfect legs, magnificent ass, big brown eyes, and curly brown hair. Christine was taller than both of us at 5’11, and she hinted at it constantly. Our first meeting, she paid for the meal to our protest, and kissed us both before we headed our separate ways. In the car on the ride home, Maggie and I both expressed a lot of interest in seeing her again. From there, it moved strangely quickly. The next time we met up, Maggie and I had decided we wanted to have sex with Christine. Another good restaurant with our meal paid for, and afterword we took her back to our house. The three of us made love, and with it being our first threesome, Christine made a point to lead Maggie and I through the very exciting process. Our new lover with even more beautiful with her clothes off. I’d done my research, and Christine was an excellent teammate in making sure that it was, for lack of a better term, all about Maggie. It was honestly more than we could have hoped for, and strangely, I’d felt closer to Maggie after that night than I had in a long time. Christine slept over that night, and it wasn’t the last time. After a few weeks, and a few more meetups, Christine, Maggie, and I had a conversation about our… interests. Now, Maggie and I had had this conversation many times before, but Maggie had always stressed that while she loved having sex with me, she didn’t desire anything other than vanilla sex, with maybe some light domination. Christine, however, was able to get more out of Maggie than I ever had. I’m not sure if Maggie had had this in her all along, or if she was just trying to make Christine happy, for the first time, I heard Maggie’s actual deep desires; to be dominated, to be humiliated, to be controlled. She wasn’t really sure what that meant, but she assured Christine she trusted her and I, and wanted to explore. I mostly listened to this, growing more and more excited. Christine listened, and nodded, and smiled, and placed her hand on Maggie’s leg, to which Maggie shivered out of nervousness. When Maggie came to a stopping point, Christine started talking. “I think I can help you both with this. I’m more than comfortable with all of that, but I have some… specific interests.” This was the tipping point, and the start of our regression. “I’m can’t tell you both how happy I am that you've let me into your relationship! I think you’re both so sweet, and cute, and wonderful, and I want to play a more… active role in your lives — if you’re okay with that.” Silence. After a beat, Maggie piped up. “What do you mean by ‘active’, Christine?” Again, I sat quietly, waiting for the answer. “Well, with your desire to be more submissive, even controlled, and I’m assuming with Gabe’s desire to make you happy Maggie, I think I can fit in well to your lives, and make you both very happy.” Another beat. This time, we let Christine continue unabated. She took a deep breath, looked Maggie, than me, then Maggie again in the eye and said “I think I would like to be Mommy Tina from here on out to both of you.” Maggie tightened up, and I sat taller in my chair. Christine scooted closer to Maggie on our small, but comfortable couch, and continued. “For the last few years, I’ve been looking for something specific. I’ve been looking for a couple who would let me… regress them. I’ve always had a desire to have babies, and I think you two could very well be what I’m looking for. We’d obviously ease into it, but if you’re willing to play with me, I would love to have you two as my little babies again. Maggie grabbed my hand and squeezed. It was my turn. “What… what would being your babies entail? And… and what specifically attracted you to… to us?” I was shakier than I wanted to be, but for reasons that will become clear later, I think I did as well as I could in the moment. “Those are good questions, Gabe. What attracted me to the both of you, besides how cute you were and how much I enjoy having sex with the both of you…” Maggie squirmed at that “… is how well I think I’d fit into your lifestyle. You two work so hard, and could really use someone around the house to take care of things. I work from home, so I could be here during the day and help out around the home, giving you two more time in the afternoon to relax. Essentially, I’d be your, for lack of a better term, stay at home house mommy. The trade off would be you two would be at my mercy. Mommy would be in charge, and would be starting you back at square one. The more mature you prove you can be, the less regressed I’ll allow you to become.” “Does…” Maggie piped up. “Does that mean.. We’d be like, actual babies all the time, with like diapers and bottles and stuff?” "No sweetheart, not all the time, but you would be whenever you’re home with me, either at my place or yours. You both probably still want to work, and I’d imagine socialize normally several times a week. You can’t be knocked back to toddlers perpetually… at least at first” Christine said, with a wink. “But when you’re home with me, yes. You’ll be pretty much babies with everything that comes with it. Bottles, bath time and bedtime, spoon feeding, onesies, and yes, even diapers.” Maggie gulped, although I could feel her shivering almost as much as I was at this point. “Anyway, that’s my offer. I’d be happy to take an active role in your lives and be your mommy, if you two would be my happy little babies. I would like it if you both talked it over without me. This needs to be a decision you both should make together, and without me here influencing you. I’m going to clean up after the amazing dinner you two made tonight, do the dishes, and be on my way. We’ll get together in the coming week and talk about what you think, and potentially hash out the specifics. Is that okay with the both of you?” I realized that the question that was just asked was the first time I was included in the conversation all night. Christine and I had conversations previously about Maggie and I’s relationship, and how I just wanted to make her happy, but it’s almost like it was a given that I would be along for the ride. Which, being that this wasn’t the first Maggie had heard talk of diapers, she had no idea how along for the ride I was. “Yes, please. Let us talk this over tonight, and we’ll all get together this week and go over what we decide” I said. “Would you like help with the dishes?” As I spoke, Christine stood up and took her over shirt off. “No thank you sweetheart, just sit down, watch television, and let me take care of it.” Her words dripped with kindness, and her smile radiated. Maggie eased, and leaned against me. Christine threw a blanket over the both of us, and walked into the kitchen to attend to the dinner we’d made. Unbeknownst to us, we’d fallen asleep on the couch, and woke up Sunday morning, with Christine nowhere to be found. The text she’d sent to our group chat read: Sleep tight sweethearts! Thank you for having me over, and let me know when you’d like to go over my offer <3
  9. This is a about my fantastic girlfriend. This is a true story that she told me, I'm going to take some small creative liberties in the writing itself and take it from her perspective. We've come a long way since the first story and she now thoroughly enjoys all things abdl. WARNING: MESSING Going to the fair I had been excited to go to the fair with my older brother and my younger brother all week. The day was finally here, I got dressed in something comfortable but cute. A nice tight pair of blue jeans, a small black crop top, and my favorite pair of converse. I've got short black hair and am very slim with a cute little butt and small but adorable boobs. We had a nice breakfast and all load up in the car. We arrive a little before noon and ride a couple rides grab some greasy fair food. Doing all the typical fair stuff. We're all having a good time for a few hours at which point we decided to ride that spinning ride that spins so fast you are pressed up against the wall, it was fun but felt kind of uncomfortable. For whatever reason the instant we step off the ride my insides decided to reject everything inside. Up top and down below. It happened very very fast and had zero control of it, I completely filled my blue jeans. It was a solid mass that spread out because of the tightness of the jeans and the force. I was in shock, I just looked at my brother's and told them what happened. They didn't really seem to mind or care and said they wanted to ride more rides and weren't ready to leave yet. I was pissed I couldn't believe that they were just going to ignore that I had just filled my pants. I told them to go ahead and I went to wait at a table. I slowly sat down in my mess and it squished even farther up down and all around. I sat there in it for a couple hours not really wanting to move, eventually my brother's came back and said we could go. They still weren't in a rush so after they got me up we still walked around for at least 30 minutes. The mess was spread thick and at this point I really needed to pee but there was no way I was going to solve that before I got home. We finally loaded back into the car and head home, once I finally got into the bathroom I just stepped into the shower and released what was left in me into my pants. I lot of pee and some more mess came out. Once I was finished I turned on the shower and peeled everything off with the water on. I threw the panties and jeans away. This was a rough day for her. I have mixed feelings about enjoying it so much, but she appreciates that I'm able to get enjoyment from it though. Today she enjoys being babied and wearing diapers all the time, the pacifiers, bottles and baby powder. Frilly baby outfits, onesies and diaper changes. We like to switch who's being baby fairly often and even be baby together. We have so much fun together even without all that. I've been a part of this website for a good while, I've been interested in this stuff most of my life and I finally have a girlfriend who enjoys it with me. I just wanted to share something that others might enjoy. I hope you all did. Let me know if you all would like to hear stories of her being an absolute cutie pie baby girl. If you guys wish to have videos and pictures of her or more stories let me know. She's mentioned trying out the whole selling stuff like that for money so it's not off the table.
  10. Good morning guys ~ I have been working on this game for two weeks and I would like you to see what I have done so far, I have been working on the map design and soon I will be able to dedicate myself completely to history. If you want to follow this project more closely, I will leave you a link to the patreon in which I am publishing it, in addition to the fact that once the map finishes well and has some history, I will publish a free Demo. I hope you give me a lot of advice, since I am a little newbie creating video games, and finally comments that right now the game is only in Spanish, although I have thought that for the first version outside of Alpha, it will also be in English! I love you all and thank you for reading me n.n Links -> Patreon, Alpha 0.07 (I'm not sure if this is the corresponding place to post this, so if you see fit you can move to another place, either offtopic or wherever you want) [Spanish] Buenos dias chicos~ Llevo dos semanas trabajando en este juego y me gustaría que vierais lo que llevo hasta ahora, he estado trabajando el diseño de mapa y pronto podré pasar a dedicarme completamente a la historia. Si queréis seguir más de cerca este proyecto os dejaré un link al patreon en el que lo estoy publicando, además de que una vez termine bien el mapa y tenga algo de historia, publicaré una Demo gratuita. Espero que me deis muchos consejos, ya que soy algo novata creando videojuegos, y por ultimo comentarios que ahora mismo el juego está unicamente en español, aunque tengo pensado que para la primera version fuera de Alpha, tambien esté en ingles! Os quiero a todos y gracias por leerme n.n Links -> Patreon, Alpha 0.07 (No estoy muy segura de si este es el sitio correspondiente donde postear esto, asi que si veis conveniente se puede mover a otro lugar, ya sea offtopic o donde querais)
  11. View File [CW Ageplay] little doesnt wanna get up from coloring and wets overalls unfortunately since im laying on my stomach it doesn't really show as im wetting :(( but at the end i show the aftermath! just know in your brain that i am actually pissing throughout the video even though you cant see it LOL. Submitter wetboy_eefin Submitted 05/31/2024 Category Transgender (FtM)  
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    unfortunately since im laying on my stomach it doesn't really show as im wetting :(( but at the end i show the aftermath! just know in your brain that i am actually pissing throughout the video even though you cant see it LOL. vid is about 5min long
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  13. View File Dressing Up - Well Padded One of my first videos I ever created. Take a look at how I wrap myself up nice and thick. It's without sound, because I failed recording the sound. But I edited the video with some sensual background music. Enjoy it ♥ Submitter Little Leonie Submitted 05/25/2024 Category Transgender (MtF)  
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    One of my first videos I ever created. Take a look at how I wrap myself up nice and thick. It's without sound, because I failed recording the sound. But I edited the video with some sensual background music. Enjoy it ♥
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    Watch me be a lazy naughty little girl in bed and totally wet my cute MyLittlePony panties laying on my side! 💕 I didnt feel like using the toilet. Oopsie! Now I'm all wet 🤭 Inbox me if youd like to buy these cute little peed panties too. I can always wet them again...
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  16. I've always liked baby diapers or toddler pull ups the most as I think they're so cute. So I got myself some Pampers pull ups today and am gonna ageplay a toddler who has just switched from diapers to ''big boy'' Pull Ups. So while I'm supposed to use the potty when I need to go, accidents are more than likely, especially if I get distracted and forget to go to the bathroom in time. And I have to admit, I already peed in my pull up once already. So maybe I'm not such a big boy after all. 😉
  17. Wrote this one quite some time ago, so I apologize in advance for any bad writing. These two characters are my OC’s. Also, if you find any weird text or messed up letters in the actual story, that’s because I copied and pasted this from a google doc. In google docs, the three periods (…) are an actual character with different formatting and letter spacing than just three periods next to each other. So when I transfer that over, it glitches out. TLDR, Sorry for bad writing, weird characters and these people are my OC’s. Hope you all enjoy! “Okay, I’m ready”. Laying in the lap of her boyfriend Alec, Sara lifted up her blue shirt, exposing the top of her diaper and her stomach. “Alright. Now, before I start, how big of a cleanup are we talking about?” “It seems pretty big”. Grimacing, Sara placed one hand on her stomach, feeling a cramp run up her belly. “Hey, it’s okay. Just relax”. Reaching down, Alec placed one hand on Sara’s belly, the other stroking her long brown hair slowly. “Just relax. Feel everything fade away”. Talking to her in a slow, calm voice, Alec began to rub his hand in a slow, deliberate circle around her stomach. The pressure was met by an immediate growl from her stomach, accompanied by a small fart. Closing her eyes, Sara allowed herself to follow Alec’s voice. Feeling the muscles of her stomach relax, Sara felt about ready to go. Alec continued, rubbing slowly, adding pressure with each passing second. “You’re about to make a mess. You’re about to have an accident. You really need to go number 2, to go potty, and you can’t hold it in any longer. Don’t fight it. Just relax”. Sara breathed deeply and slowly as the first of the mess began to push its way out of her and into her awaiting diaper. Then, her body opened itself. With a loud fart, a torrent of soft, brown mess exploded from her butt, cascading in waves into her clean, fluffy diaper. Grunting loudly, Sara angled her legs upwards, putting her into a position where she could better push out the massive mess. Another explosion, another massive burst of hot, solid mess filling the back of her diaper with a mush-squelch that sounded loudly through the room. Expanding, the back of Sara’s diaper began to take on a brown shade, as the mess piled up inside of it. “You had to go so bad, little one. But now, it’s all coming out. You’re pooping so well. Making such a big, stinky mess in your fluffy white diaper”. Sara couldn’t help but smile, even while she pushed mound after mound of poop into her full diaper. Alec’s words were both relaxing and a massive turn on for her. But then, it all stopped. Sara, confused, pushed again. She still had to mess, badly at that, but something was blocking it. “I…I can’t-“ “I know, sweetie. Let me help you. I’m going to push for you now. I’m going to help push out all that poop”. Removing his other hand from Sara’s hair, Alec placed it alongside the other hand on her belly. “Okay, little one. On the count of three, I want you to push as hard as you can. Okay? Ready, 1, 2, 3!” “Kyaaaa!”. With a small yelp, Sara felt the poop stuck inside her explode out. With a huge, long, loud fart, the mess entered her diaper, making the back expand violently with a loud ‘bloop’. Grunting with exertion, Sara continued to push, adding more and more to the pile of mess under her butt. Then, with one last fart, Sara felt the last of the mush exit her. Sighing in relief, she felt a new sensation as her bladder gave way, completely flooding her diaper with hot liquid. Sara could’ve fallen asleep then and there. The sensation of completely emptying her body of waste like that was both tiring and incredibly relieving. “Oh, good job sweetie! You did so well. You’re even going pee! Such a good, good baby”. Closing her eyes again, Sara nuzzled her head into Alec, feeling warm all over. “Aww, you adorable little thing”. Alec reached down again, stroking her hair. Sara reached up, grabbing his hand. Without opening her eyes, she guided his hand down towards her diaper. Forcefully placing his hand onto the back of her diaper, Sara moved the hand up and down, squishing her piled mess into every crevice available inside of her diaper. “Ohh, I get it. You’re not done with your diaper yet huh? Well, you did make such a good mess, and you’ve been such an obedient and good girl recently. I think you deserve a reward. How do you want your reward, sweetie?” “I want…I want you to rub here”. Sara pointed between her legs, close to her butt. “I…I wanna go number 3” “Okay little one. Do you still need to potty? Let me help you”. Sara shivered. Her whole body felt like it was covered in a strange, non burning fire. Turning around in his lap, Sara placed her diaper facing towards Alec. Lying back, she resisted the temptation to squish her diaper. Reaching down, he began to rub the front and back of her diaper simultaneously. Moaning in pure ecstasy, Sara felt her body tensing up. “Just relax, sweetie. It’ll feel better if you do. Such a naughty girl you are when you want to be”. Sara nodded, saying a slightly muffled “Mhm!”. Alec smiled, rubbing harder. Sara could feel the brown mound of mess squish into every crack in her diaper, moving across her skin. Her additional wetting added to the effect, as the soaked and yellow front of her diaper rubbed against her crotch, making her shiver in happiness. Sara couldn’t contain herself anymore. Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around Alec’s neck, placing one hand onto her diaper alongside his, rubbing as hard as she could. The three hands were too much. With a violent spasm, Sara climaxed, feeling the front of her diaper grow much warmer than before. In Alec’s arms, she closed her eyes, feeling the rest of the world fade away. Before she could react, Sara fell asleep hugging Alec. Alec laughed quietly. Grabbing Sara by the bottom of her diaper, he lifted her up. Walking down the hall to their shared bedroom, Alec reflected on the day. He was lucky to have someone who he could share kinks with. He had been very fortunate to find Sara. She was kind, happy, always full of energy and life, and more than a bit sexy. She loved diapers as much as he loved seeing people in them. They had hit it off immediately, going on what Sara called ‘diaper dates’. They would sleep at each others houses while diapered, staying up all night drinking tons of water and watching movies and anime. In the morning, they would both wake up in soaking wet diapers, and then they would help each other get rid of the morning’s hornyness. That was how their relationship had started. Reaching the bedroom, Alec opened the door and walked Sara over to their bed. Laying her down, he pulled the covers over her. ‘Best wake her up soon. That much of a mess is bound to leak or give a rash’. Walking over to the desk in the corner of their room, Alec reached into the bottom drawer, pulling out a black box fitted with a lock. Taking the key from his pocket, he opened it. Inside was a small silver ring. He had planned a proposal for a month ahead of time. Even though the planned day was far off, he liked looking at the ring and imagining their future. Behind him, he could hear Sara waking up. Placing the ring back in the box and locking it, Alec placed it gently inside of the drawer. Closing the drawer, he walked over to the bed, sitting down beside Sara. “Sara. It’s time to wake up now sweetie”. Placing one hand on her side, Alec gave her a quick pat before standing up. Sara slowly opened her eyes, looking around the room in confusion. “Wait…how did I get here? And why am I…*yawn*…so sleepy?” “You came and passed out, so I carried you into the bedroom and laid you down. How do you feel?” “Like I just emptied my body of all feeling, took a nice long nap and woke up. I feel great” “Yeah, making such a massive mess and then cumming will do that to you”. Alec reached down under the covers, feeling Sara’s full diaper. Alec dropped his voice to a whisper, smiling. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You made such a great big smelly mess. And you even went peepee and made cummies as well. Such a good job”. Sara smiled proudly, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. Alec took a second to study her face. If he could freeze any expression in the world, it would have been that one. Just a look of pure love and happiness. “Daddy…can I have changies?” “Of course, sweetie. Let’s get you out of that stinky diaper”
  18. 940 downloads

    A love ACZD! Here's another gem, the title says it all, and it's super hot to see a sultry sexy girl trying to show off her bottom to a boy regressed as punishment and slowly turned into a little baby! Enjoy, Rach
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    Greetings! The beta of my game has been released... I guess what you are most interested in is the ABDL content, so here's a tip, if you want to see the level 2 diaper change just let your character get tired before changing the diaper, enjoy!
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  20. View File JAV - ACZD-183 - Lewd girl regressed into diapers A love ACZD! Here's another gem, the title says it all, and it's super hot to see a sultry sexy girl trying to show off her bottom to a boy regressed as punishment and slowly turned into a little baby! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 05/10/2024 Category JAV Collections  
  21. This story will depict Azula, Sokka and Suki engaging in sexual acts. They are characters from Avatar: The Last Airbender, though this story is set over a decade into the show's future and all characters depicted are adults. This work is part of a series i'm calling Azula's Humiliation (yes i am taking suggestions to come up with a better name.) It's set a decade in the show's post-canon. As of writing this, Azula's Humiliation will consist of both three interconnected stories. In chronological order they will be: Payback (the first), Double Down and this fic (which is actually the last in the series, chronologically). Before you read i (again) want to shoutout AndyABDL whose Azula pic was also big visual inspiration. I can't find said art on Andy's current socials since they were deleted a while ago, so sadly i can't link it and your gonna have to trust me on this, but please give 'em a follow (and be nice!). Also: consider this a submission for daisy-fingers' Duh-cember day 13 prompt: Babysitting. (yes i'm taking quite the liberty with that.) As for me: any comments, criticism or feedback is welcome 🙂 PS: as part of her play Azula will refer to Sokka and Suki as 'Uncle' and 'Auntie', so be warned if that makes you uncomfortable!
  22. just want some good ABDL artwork and pictures to look at
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