Diapered Challenge Party: an ABDL story

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In truth, the idea of her being forced into thicker pampers was something that she had already been progressing through as she continued to fall face first back to this infantile lifestyle, and the thought of getting an upgrade for her little bottom caused her to rub her bottom with satisfaction. Lust was in her eyes as she whined, sitting up to straddle him again, her back arched and leaning in close as she slowly ground her hips back and forth, sliding the diaper against his pants. She never had to worry about holding her bladder incase she over soaked her diapers because Amelia would always be looking out for her. We both giggled, me more out of just nodding along and doing whatever Rachel did, I was always more of a follower in our friend group.

Every time she’s bolted out of her chair like there’s a tack in it, clutching her purse to her chest. She said, instantly I placed my lips around the bottle and started sucking, drinking up all of the milk, and soon enough it was all gone, as I panted from virtually chugging the thing. Min bent forward in her seat next to me, fishing a Coke out of the battered old Igloo between her feet.

She hung up as she put her phone back in her suit jacket, she looked at a mirror, her neat short black hair in a stunning suit, her husband is a lucky guy to have this bombshell as a wife. Whilst public displays of MD/LG and other ageplay dynamics weren't wholly mainstream, it was largely tolerated since the Regression Revolution. At least wandering into Twinleaf Town has friendly people willing to give her a place to stay for awhile and even more care than she bargained for. They eat their sausages and rice and peaches, and they laugh and frown and shrug together and in turn.

Mommy was in the bathroom, standing at her sink and inspecting her reflection in the mirror as she was getting ready for her date.

Welcome to Survival of the Fittest, the challenge-filled party in which each round's losers lose a underwear privilege.

Nancy sat inside the playpen happily sucking down her milk, her dark short hair stopped at her shoulders. Sarah had trouble breathing as she shook her head furiously “ What does she mean this isn’t a punishment? There aren’t many kids who still wear diapers at eleven, but all that washing is really getting to me, and worst of all her room is really starting to smell”. Her mother has instituted a strict regimen of potty-training rules for Emilia, and as Sarah begins to experience an ever-increasing amount of daytime and bedwetting accidents, she must navigate school, sleepovers, cheerleading practices, and a new friendship while attempting to keep her condition a secret.

We both gave a laugh rolling on the bed, just imagining it, and for what seemed like the next few hours, we spent the night poking fun at her poor little sister.