ABDL related stories
Being an adult baby diaper lover (ABDL) can be an embarrassing experience for many. The stigma surrounding the practice can lead to feelings of shame and isolation. The fear of being judged or ridiculed can prevent individuals from seeking support or engaging in activities that bring them joy. The embarrassment associated with ABDL can also manifest in social anxiety, difficulty forming relationships, and a lack of self-confidence. It is important to remember that ABDL is a valid and harmless form of self-expression, and that individuals should not feel ashamed or embarrassed for engaging in it. Seeking support from understanding friends, family members, or therapists can help to alleviate feelings of embarrassment and promote self-acceptance. Additionally, connecting with other ABDL individuals through online communities or support groups can provide a sense of belonging and reduce the stigma associated with the practice.
Afternoon at the Mall Together, a woman in a black leather coat and dress walked in to the mall with a girl wearing a pink tank-top and blue-jeans. The girl’s jeans were secured with a belt that locked at the front. Because the waist of the jeans sat over the girl’s curved hips and the … Read more
Adult Daycare James Connor saw the advertisement in the local newspaper. Adult Daycare and Assisted Living Center – specializing in difficult cases. James sadly thought about his father, widowed and moved in with him, his only son. Not only was he an early victim of Alzheimer’s but he had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer. … Read more
Act Your Age – Chapter Two I woke refreshed. My sleep had been filled with dreams of soft scents and billowy cushions. I could not remember a better night’s rest. I stretched and rolled onto my back, when I was struck by the sensation of dampness around my bottom. The events of last night began … Read more
Act Your Age – Chapter One It all started innocently enough. At least it seemed innocent at the time. Lesley , my wife, had been away on business all week. Having nothing to do on a Thursday night, I decided to go to the club. Wilton Hills Country Club is the kind of place people … Read more
Accidentally on Purpose “What is this?!” Tina’s girlfriend Alice, a woman with dark hair and fair skin, walked into Tina’s room holding a pair of rumpled pink panties. They were the pair Tina had just tossed in the hamper a few minutes earlier. “Uhm, my underwear?” Tina answered nervously, not used to Alice being so … Read more
Abby – Chapter Thirteen Just as Miles had predicted, Alice found her way to the entrance of Daddy’s bedroom at the end of one of the northern hallways. I wouldn’t have been able to help find this place; I never had a reason for adventuring to this section of the house. It was a good … Read more
Abby – Chapter Twelve There was a slight nudge at my shoulder and I woke up. Night had fallen and the nursery had become shrouded in darkness. Madeline mustn’t have come back after I fell asleep. I sat up slowly, rubbed my eyes, and let my vision adjust. That’s when I noticed the handcuffs were … Read more
Abby – Chapter Eleven Acting like a child in my completely aware state was harder than I thought it would be. When I woke up, I had to make myself cry again so Alice would change me out of the diaper I had wet. Apparently, although I did have full control of my bodily functions … Read more
Abby – Chapter Five Miles stood against the railing, watching me cry. Through my hands I caught sight of his disorientated expression. He wasn’t smiling anymore. His mouth was slightly open. It looked like he was going to talk but, minute after minute of tears running down my cheeks, he kept quiet. To hold onto … Read more
Abby – Chapter Four “Don’t trip. Don’t spill anything. Be courteous.” Alice recited the classic rules, adding an extra remark unexpectedly. “Have fun.” “I intend to,” I giggled, giving her an incredibly sincere smile. Alice hadn’t witnessed my dance with Miles last month; she was preoccupied with cleaning the kitchen. I didn’t hold out on … Read more