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

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Maybe sensing Christy's embarrassment, the small girl gave the most reassuring smile she could muster, "Don't worry, I'll go get Miss Stacy! She'll be able to help!" It had been them who'd suggest that he live with Neil in the first place, and they'd known, long before it had started. Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel The most common driver of plot (but by no means the only possible one) is conflict. That is, the story’s central character or group of characters is in conflict with some other force, which might be another character or group of characters, a more faceless opponent, or perhaps even against themselves. Our main character or characters have a goal that they want to accomplish, against some sort of opposition. Conflict: PvP

The rest of the day went without much issue, although she had another close call near the end of the day. She'd been able to get into the bathroom just in time to avoid an accident, but even that (admittedly minor) victory just added to the humiliation due to the underwear she saw as she went to the bathroom. She knew what it was for and how it was likely to be used at some point even if she did manage to make it this time. She didn't know why or how this was happening, but she wished it would stop soon. Mara is hoping Mommy didn’t hear the gurgle, and says, “My tummy is fine Mommy, why are you asking?” Mommy reminds her that she and Jennifer both heard Mara’s tummy making noises, and wonders out loud if Mara is already going to make poopies just like baby Jennifer. Mara denies it, but her tummy makes another noise. Mommy and Mara look at each other again. Out of spite, feelings of frustration topped off with this extreme of a measure, he resigned himself to live as a baby until she tired of her ultimatum and let him live his life as he wished, diaper experimentation and all. Chloe has been good, but I wonder how long I can keep her as a baby. The diapers are a pain for me. I was thinking about letting her grow into a woman and send her out to work. I could do with the money.''Carolyn said, “Yes we know that and it must be exciting for you.” I said, “One thing for sure is I know I am going to hate putting on my boy clothes when the weekend is over.” Carolyn replied, “I’m sure you will feel like that.”

Being November, there was an autumn chill in the air, and as they stood in the entrance hall, Carolyn went to fetch her mistress' sable coat.Waddling down the stairs, she'd felt a moment of intense doubt. That had had to be the helplessness training taking effect, trying to make her feel too weak to do it. It is also possible to have a plot that doesn’t involve conflict per se. It might be classified under PvE, but one such form of conflictless plot is the exploration story. The main character here is exploring some sort of unknown territory, whether it’s an uncharted island or planet or whether it’s an internal exploration into parts of his/her own psyche that have been buried for years. There might be dangers and threats to overcome, but the overall plot of such a story is just a journey of discovery to find out what’s there. Transformation Try to like Jim, babe. He is a good man. He treats you well too, doesn't he? It looks like he may be around for quite some time, maybe even permanently. It will all be fine, just wait and see. Now, let me see that pretty smile of yours, good girl Becy babe.''

After being shown the way, Carolyn took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the door marked “Ladies.” As seemed usual in their home Holly liked to dominate the conversation, telling their parents about her day at school and how well she was doing in every class.

After a few minutes, the change was remarkable. Eye shadow, a bit of mascara, and blush had served to remove any hint of boyishness. I enjoyed being made up as it would remove all traces of boy. People had really burst into laughter then, everyone talking about the 5 foot adult baby girl in the diaper. They had been holding their phones up, no doubt recording the incident.

Oh, how awful for her. Still, you know how it is with kids – give it a couple of weeks and they’ll all be talking about something else”, Jenny sympathised. Near the end of the story will come the climax, the point where the tension is finally resolved. It’s important to note that this resolution can go either way – the main character can succeed or fail. The hero can finally defeat the villain, or die trying. Either way, the plot is resolved; the only question is whether it ends triumphantly or tragically. Either way, the story is over after the climax. Note that some use the term “crisis” to refer to the climax. I won’t do that, but in a way, the climax can be looked at as the final crisis. Denouement She'd cried into his shoulder, and he'd let her, all while cleaning her up, hugging her and telling her that it was all going to be okay once she learned how to become a baby. Aunt Mary asked me if everything was all right and I nodded. I now having emptied my bladder could continue on my soft drink. We finished meal and then Aunt Mary called for the bill and then after it was settled they left the restaurant. Carolyn opened the rear doors of the car, the pink Cadillac convertible that had the top up, for her mistress and I. I rested my head on the bosom of my host as Carolyn drove off. Carolyn said, “I think our darling girl behaved impeccably in restaurant. “

Carolyn asked, “How do you think your parents and family will react to you being dressed as a girl?” Well, This is the best I can put in words the details of how I felt the first time I experienced diaper discipline. Over the next two years I fell prey several times to additional diapering and the woman always managed to make each event a little worst. Like the time I was diapered and put in the play pen with the baby both of us in just a diaper. She told me to keep an eye on the baby and when the baby wet her diapers, I was to let her know. Not knowing her plans I did as she asked only to find out her evil intent. As soon as she changed the baby, she took my diapers off and put the wet ones on me, telling me I was the real baby and should be the one in wet diapers. Another time she made me tell her just before I was about to wet myself and had the other children stand while she made me wet myself in front of them. Jake had just beaten me on a racing game that we were playing, text on the screen said ‘GAME OVER’ which was kind of a relief as I needed the bathroom anyway. My eyes lowered, I stood at the bottom step and finally, my long lashes fluttering, looked up expectantly at my host. A kind looking man had approached her and said, "Does baby need her diaper changed? You poor thing. Do you have a mommy or a daddy who can change you?"