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Wet diaper – Page 159 – My ABDL Life

Leaking In The Trees

Leaking In The TreesCrunch, with his secret love for wetting, drank plenty of water before going outside to play. playing on the trees, the poor poochy fell and almost met his fate. he should have never ventured on the platformer realm and he hoped he wasn’t a one-hit wonder too. he waited for help, but the wait was making all that water go down to his cub bladder. it began demanding relief. Crunch, thinking his super thick diaper could take the pressure, peed his diaper like a boss. time kept passing and passing, Crunch kept calling for help. eventually, he needed to go again. he tried to hold and hold; being seen in such situation was bad enough and it would be ever worse if he was seen in leaky diapers. as soon as help came, his struggle ended and he leaked right in front of whoever offered help.

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12880224/

Crunch: poochyena

Draw and text by: Yure16

Aww poor Crunch but i think the person that find you is going to understand way your have a leaking wet diaper. It is no a easy think for a little cub like you to focus on your bladder when you are stuck in the tree over the dangerous thing that are on the ground.

And beside you look so cute in your leaking wet diaper and i think that someone is going to find you soon so you can get some help and a diaper change. You really need one.

 

  • The Diaper Issue (fluffyprata.com)
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Tickle time for naughty cubs

Tickle time for naughty cubsSammy and Remi have been very disobedient and  naughty during  the  day!They fight all the time, their room is a real  mess, and they haven’t  taken out the garbage bag to  the  trash  can !
But grandpa Richard has the solution!
The “All in one” machine, not only serves to punish naughty  pups … serves to punish  with lots  of tickling too!

Lineart  by  Victor/colors  by nelson88.

Source: https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=513718

Yes it look like this two cubs is receiving a lot of ticking right now and that can be a weary hard thing special of you are weary ticklish. And from the look of this it seems like this two cubs are that. I only hope that get some small rest so they get the opportunity to catch there breath for a little while. I think they should need that special if the machine is going to trickle them for a long time.

Babyfur Comic: No escape part 1 & 2

Babyfur Comic: No escape part 1
Babyfur Comic: No escape part 1

Story

His words still echoed in my head, “The wetter and messier it is the more you lose control and the more
you regress”. I didn’t’ believe him 2 minutes ago, as I panicked to untape the thick undergarment that
had become heavily saturated and was weighing me down. I tried in vain to free myself from this horror
as I saw the end coming near, but the second I grabbed a hold of the tapes was when it all went
downhill. I jumped back and tried to escape, as the other dirty diapers that surrounded the room quickly
fastened to my paws and feet. In my attempt to escape I tripped backwards and landed in a pile of
them. Soon I found myself struggling to free myself as they held me back on the ground in a T formation.
The diapers that held me felt like they weighed a ton. In anger and fear I managed gained the strength
to save myself, or so I thought. I had managed to tug my hands down to my stomach close to pulling
both of the heavy weighted garments off, when a diaper jumped onto my head. I soon became dizzy
like it was prepping me for surgery. This was not the case though. Tears welled up in my eyes as I soon
realized my limbs were disobeying my actions. It was then I realized the diaper that jumped on my head
has paralyzed me in hopes of speeding up the process. I soon felt more and more of the diapers,
fastened around my waist, expand tremendously in size. This is when the changes started. My limbs
began to shrink in size. As I watched in disbelief as my body structure regress in size, I tried to wake
myself up from the nightmare. “This can’t be happening!!! It is all a dream!!!!” I screamed into my mind,
as the regression quickly began to speed up. I knew the end was coming and by this time I was bawling.
I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable when I realized the flow had stop. I guess my
bowels had no more to give. Soon the diapers detached from my paws, feet, and hands. I looked at my
hands and back up to the ceiling. “I had been saved”, I praised to the sky. I tried to stand but realized the
diaper had become too statured and heavy to walk properly. My legs where pushed far apart and every
move echoed a squish throughout the filthy diaper filled room. I began to crawl for the exit as my
heavily drenched garment swayed back and forth, like a rocking chair. SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH filled
my ears as I pressed on every diaper close to the exit. As I reached for the door knob I was suddenly
pulled back and feel to the ground.
THEN EVERYTHING WENT BLACK.

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12776965/

Babyfur Comic: No escape part 2
Babyfur Comic: No escape part 2

Story

When I awoke I realized something was preventing me from going towards the door. I heard giggles
echoing through the room as I looked up dizzily as the door knob. As the dizziness cleared I peered down
towards my feet to see what was so warm and squishy that was holding me back. My mind thought I
had just been caught on a dirty diaper, but I screamed as I saw where my feet were. My dry tear stained
face soon became drenched with tears, as I peered into my legs deep in a woman’s private area. She
gazed at me almost teasing me. I knew I had to get out; I did not just escape that last horror only to fall
prey to another. While in thought I quickly felt a jerk pull me waist deep now as the diaper bulged
outward from her lips. I tried to pull myself out and grabbed on one of the diapers. I quickly let go in
shock when the diaper jumped up hitting me in the face, as if it was alive. Soon another jerk pulled all of
the diaper and me up to my stomach into my soon to be prision. I pushed around her squishy bottom
trying to escape. This turned out to be a big mistake. I soon found my hands sucked into her lips with a
wet slurp, like from a straw. My arms Pinned down to my sides now left me with no hope, but to try and
talk my way out. “Please let me go”, I screamed at her. She ignored my pleas and said “bye bye little one” with a giggle. She began humming a nursery rhyme as the last jerk pulled me all the way deep into
her womb. I struggled and kicked, trying to push my way out, but it felt like her womb was made out of
rubber. My anger quickly got the best of me as adrenaline rushed through my body. I punched and
kicked so hard I heard her scream in pain. I knew if I kept it up I could escape, but every kick and punch
pushed right back at me. Soon I began to tire. She giggled as she saw my fruitless attempts to escape,
my hands and feet clearing showing on the outside. I was not done just yet though. I began clawing my
way back out. I managed open the entrances back open, like jaws of steel opening a car. My faint hope
did not last long as I was suddenly pushed back. My hope was destroyed as I saw the only escape fully
seal up, like I was trapped in a egg. Her laughter echoed throughout my prison. This was then I realized
the womb started filling with water. Her voice echoed as she said, “almost there”. I tried to understand
what she meant. Surely she did not mean to kill me; she would have done that before when I was
knocked out. That was when it hit me and the words echoed through my head “The wetter and messier
it is the more you lose control and the more you regress”. My eyes grew big and I continued my
struggles tears covering my face. “NOOOO PLEEASE LET ME OUT I DON’T WANT THIS”, I screamed in my
elastic prison. I lifted my rear up to the top of the womb trying to keep it away from the water that was
inevitably my doom. She became extremely aggravated with how long it was taking and quickly rolled
over/ Her weight squished my down into the water. “PLEASE SOMEBOY HELP ME”, I screamed as more
tears filled my eyes. The pitch of my voice grew higher and I heard her giggle some more humming the
same nursery rhyme from before. Soon the changes started again as the diaper expanded in my prison
trapping me against her walls unable to move or push it back. Her womb quickly claimed ahold of my
limbs preventing me from moving. Soon baby fat grew on my arms as I began to shrink more and more.

Then there was blackness.

Welcome home my child

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12776987/

Changing Denied For Picky!

Changing Denied!You think as technology advances things would get better? For Picky it means having to endure wearing a his pampers that much longer.

Cub: Pickyzim

Draw by: catmonkshiro

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12666733/

It look like the diaper change machine dont wont to change Picky right now. It think his diaper is not that so match use yet that he need a change. And i dont agree whit the machine Picky need to have a new diaper special now when it is messy it is not so good that he spend to match time in a messy diaper it can lead to a bad diaper rash and that is not going to be any fun for him if that happens. I think we all can agree on that that the machine dont should denied him the change that he wonts to have right now. I hope the machine is going to change it mind soon.

What do you think the machine should do?

Foxy try to cover his messy diaper

Foxy try to cover his messy diaperFoxy have try weary hard this weekend to prov to his friends Ronald that he is a big boy like him. (If you look closer you can see that he is not a big boy yet). Foxy think this is little embarrassing to be on the changing table whit the wet and messy diaper fully exposed. He try to cover the front of his diaper whit his feet. But the problem whit that is that now his messy diaper butt is weary exposed for Ronald that stand in front him whit a new diaper that Foxy really needs to wear. Ronald dont wont to spend all the day washing wet or messy clothes. And that is whats going to happen if he let Foxy wearing big boys underwear instead of his diaper.

Foxy: abdl86

Ronald: ronaldmccoon

Draw by: hexaod

The Hotel Owner’s Daughters

Every year when I was a kid, my parents would take me along with them as they went on a trip to visit relatives. I would always have to stay in the same motel room with them, and I always hated it. Finally, when I was 15, I was able to get them to allow me to have my own room next to theirs. I thought at the time that they finally realized my need for privacy – of course it never occurred to me that perhaps they were missing their privacy just as much, if not more, than I. Besides, what kid or teenager wants to think about their parents having sex? ::Shudder:: I’m sure you see my point.

So anyway, that was how this whole screwed up trip started. I was supposed to be more grown-up like, since they were “trusting” me with my own room and all. But, what I wanted to do with this new found freedom of having my own room was anything but grown-up. I had also noticed another strong need in my teen years, stronger even than a need for privacy, and that happened to be a yearning to dress and act like a baby. Right down to wearing diapers and drinking from a bottle.

Yeah, I know what you are thinking. “That’s pretty screwed up, dude.” Well, I look at it this way. I’m not out getting boozed up or doing drugs or having wild unprotected sex like some guys my age, so what’s the big deal anyway? And too, it’s not really any of your damn business. I’m only telling you so that you can understand the story, so don’t give me any of your “holier than thou” attitude. Who’s it gonna hurt if I pretend to be a baby? And NO, it has nothing to do with me wanting to have sex with babies. That’s just sick, and perverts who get off on that shit ought to be castrated.

So anyway, you know the secret now. Well, so does somebody else. Only she wasn’t supposed to find out.  Nobody was supposed to find out. That was why I was so pleased to have the private room. Well, let me start the day before the trip, so you can get a feel for the whole thing.

I hopped on my bike and rode it five miles out so that I could make my purchase in a store not too close to home, and hopefully without running into anyone I knew. I sat in the parking lot, watching people come and go for awhile, waiting for the Drug Mart parking lot to be pretty empty, so I wouldn’t have to be seen by too many people. All the employees would see me, but that couldn’t be helped. A few customers would have to see as well, since I could not see a point when there were none at all. Hell, if the cops had seen me, they probably would have thought I was casing the joint for a robbery. Finally I got up my nerve and went in the store.

It would probably help if I explained at this point that I had never actually bought diapers before. I had laboriously searched through our house, and found old cloth baby diapers that I had pinned on myself, and had simulated plastic panties by pulling a trash bag up over the diaper, but I longed to get the feeling of wearing a real disposable diaper. Of course, I wouldn’t do it at home. Usually one parent or the other was there, so I might get caught. Plus, how would I get rid of the used diapers? And what if they could tell I was wearing one? So all in all, having diapers at home seemed not a very good idea. But, this trip would provide me with plenty of time, every night, to get into a diaper and maybe experience a few other baby things as well.

Anyway, I looked around and the store looked pretty empty. Acting like this was something I do every day, I tried to look nonchalant as I went down the aisle of baby supplies first. This was always my favorite aisle in a store. I would look at all the items, and think about what I might get for myself. Now I finally was going to do it. I grabbed a baby bottle first, one with a nipple that said it was a quick flow for older babies. I also grabbed the largest size pacifier they had, and some baby powder and baby wipes. I decided that was really all I needed, but as I was walking away, one other thing caught my eye. A baby thermometer?  You mean the kind they stick…I turned it over and looked at the back of the package. Yep.  That’s where they stick it all right! I was about to put it back, but curiosity finally won out, and I threw it in my basket with the other items. As an afterthought, a grabbed a travel size Vaseline as well.

Now I only needed diapers. I about had a heart attack as I went down the main aisle and passed a lady customer. She just passed on by and went about her business. I had to laugh at myself – of course she just passed me by. What did I think she was going to do, have me arrested for having a shopping basket of baby care items? She didn’t know why I had them. Nor did she care.

I went along reading the signs on the aisles til I came to the one that said “Incontinence”. Of course, the only two things in the aisle were adult diapers and feminine hygiene, not a regular place you would see a teenage boy. I went in, quickly grabbed a package of Attends Youth Briefs (diapers), and got back out as quickly as I could. I glanced once again at the package at the size to make sure it would fit. I was pretty small, so they would fit perfectly. I blushed as I thought I was only one or two sizes above regular baby diapers anyway.

Now I had to buy these things.  That meant being seen.  My heart beat rapidly, my throat was dry, and I felt like my face was on fire as I put the items on the counter of the boredest looking clerk. At first she barely looked at the items as she dragged them across the reader to total them up, but as she grabbed the package of diapers, a strange look came over her face as she looked back over the array of stuff I just bought. Inwardly I kicked myself as I realized how it looked. I should have bought the diapers and baby supplies at separate stores! She didn’t say anything, however. Just put it all in a bag and gave me a one raised eyebrow look as she told me how much it came to. I gave her the money, then grabbed the bag and all but ran from the store.

Back out in the parking lot, I waited a minute for my blood pressure and heart rate to go back to normal. There – that wasn’t so hard, I lied to myself. I mounted my bike and took my package of “new toys” home.

Chapter 2

Once home, I quickly packed all the things I had bought into an old diaper bag I found in the attic. From what I remembered of my toddlerhood, it had actually been mine. It was a little raggedy looking and dusty, and a spider had taken up residence in it, but all it took to get it looking like something you might really carry for your baby was a good cleaning and cutting some of the loose strings and frayed edges. Hidden inside I had found a few goodies – a travel case for baby wipes, a pack of diaper pins, and a changing pad – all in good condition. If I took my big suitcase, I knew I could easily hide the diaper bag down in the bottom of it.

After washing them (they were new, but heaven only knows what happened to them before I bought them), I slipped the baby bottle and pacifier down the side pocket. I literally filled the travel wipe case as full as I could, and slipped it along with the changing pad, diaper pins, and baby powder into the front pocket. The Vaseline and baby thermometer went into the other side pocket. Then I opened up the diapers.

That wonderful scent of a fresh package of diapers filled my nostrils for the first time, and I was hooked. It was heavenly. I reached in the package and drew out a diaper and unfolded it, looking at the thick padding, plastic backing, elastic legs, and tapes. Just like a baby diaper, except bigger. I really wanted to put one on right then and there, but I knew I ran the chance of getting caught if I did; it would have to wait. I slipped as many diapers as I could – about a dozen (remember, diapers were thicker then) into the main compartment of my now quite full diaper bag. Then I took the whole thing and put it in the bottom of my suitcase, wedged it in between two shoes, with the jeans above it, and a few shirts covering it.

I had one other thing hidden in the suitcase. A few weeks before I had been at a garage sale, and seen something that about made my heart pop up and stick in my throat. On one of the tables was a big blue one-piece footed sleeper. It had a zip to the waist, and the biggest surprise was the obvious roomy seat and snaps in the crotch! I picked it up and realized it was just the right size for me. Noticing the lady who was doing the sale looking at me, I laughed nervously and said, “Umm – I didn’t know they made them this big.”

“Oh, they don’t,” she told me. “I made those myself for my son a few years ago when he still wet the bed and needed to be diapered at night.”

“Ohh.” Her son was nowhere to be seen, so I did not know how long ago that might have been. I put the sleepers back down and moved on, and then when I thought she wasn’t paying attention, I grabbed them and stuffed them in with a few other things I was buying. They were only $3.00.

Of course she still saw when I paid. I guess I was hoping she would be in a hurry and not notice what I was buying. But she took the sleepers and folded them neatly and put them in a bag for me, with an amused expression on her face the whole time. She handed me the bag with a little wink and said, “Have fun.” Now what was THAT supposed to mean?? Whatever.

I had also hid this sleeper in the suitcase, and I intended to wear it. It was summer, but hotels have air conditioning. After a once over to make sure I got all the clothes I needed in, and other essentials like toothbrush and deodorant, I zipped the suitcase closed, and locked it (hey, I was no idiot) with a small key that I was keeping in my pocket. Then I dragged it out to the Living Room.

“Honey, do you have some extra room in that suitcase?” my mother asked, walking toward me with a few items. Uh-oh.

“Umm – nope. Don’t think so, Mom,” I said, trying to keep cool.

“But, you’re taking your big suitcase, and it’s just a few days,” she said, perplexed.

“I got a lot of clothes!” I said, defending myself. “Besides, we’ll be in two different rooms.” I never missed a chance to point that out, as though I was afraid they might forget, even though the reservations had already been made.

“My goodness. You pack almost as much as a girl,” she said, walking away and shaking her head. As she did this she gave me a love-pat on the bottom.

“Mom!” Jeez – she acted like I was still five sometimes.

“Sorry!” she said. She didn’t SOUND very sorry. Good thing I wasn’t wearing one of those diapers!

Chapter 3

The whole ride in the car, all I could think about were those diapers in the suitcase. How I wished I could have worn one for the car ride.  I even fell asleep as we were traveling, and dreamed that my mother was getting me ready for the car trip, and that she was actually putting me into diapers for the car ride so that I wouldn’t “have an accident”. In another dream, one of my young girl cousins was looking down at me over the bars of a crib, which I apparently had been placed in, calling to my mother and saying she thought I needed my diaper changed. In the dream, I heard my mother call back and ask her to change me. I woke just as she was about to undo the diaper. I woke from that one pleased and frustrated at the same time – pleased I had been able to have the dream, and frustrated that I woke before she got to my diaper change.

We finally got there, to the hotel, and my parents signed in and got our room keys. I went to my room, and unable to wait any longer, I opened my suitcase and drew out the diaper bag. I went into the bathroom with it and smiled as I drew a breath and smelled the scent of the fresh diapers when I opened the bag, the ran my fingers over the outside covers of the diapers.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I frowned as I lay the diaper down on top of the diaper bag and walked from the bathroom to the door. I opened it, and standing there was one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen up to that time. She had a stack of towels.

“Umm – hi,” she said. “My Dad runs the hotel, and he sent me to make sure you have enough towels. Sometimes Melissa – that’s the maid – forgets to put new towels in the room.” Wordlessly, I stepped out of the way and let her in the room before thinking about the fact that towels go in the bathroom – where I had just left all my newly acquired “interesting” items. “My name is Sydney, by the way,” she said, as she slipped by me into the bathroom.

“Good thing I came by. You needed towels,” she said from the bathroom. I said nothing, numb from embarrassment. There was no way she could miss the diaper bag – it was sitting right on the counter. She came back out of the bathroom and looked at me a minute, with a somewhat bemused expression on her face. “Umm – you ARE the only one staying in this room, right?” she asked.

I nodded. “Then, can I ask you a really personal question?” she said, with a bit of a sparkle in her eyes. I thought about saying no, of course. But then she would have just drawn her own conclusions, or she may have said something to my parents – who knew what she might do? I nodded again.

“Are you a bed wetter?” she asked. Well, there was a nice twist. She had actually just given me the excuse I needed. Of course, it was still embarrassing, but better than having no excuse at all. I blushed and stuttered out something just intelligible enough for her to take it to mean she was right. “So, I guess you have to wear diapers for it, huh? You must really hate it…”

That sounded about right. Obviously, if someone wet the bed and wore diapers for it, they would hate it, so I agreed with her. “Gee, that’s too bad,” she said to me. “I was rather hoping you enjoyed diapers.” With this and a smile, she left my hotel room, pulling my door closed behind her, and leaving me with my mouth hanging partly open in shock.

Copyrighted by sparkles.

You can read chapter 4 to 12 here: http://sparklestories.lefora.com/topic/3377194/The-Hotel-Owners-Daughters#.Us1yhbR7_Iw

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