This is a version of one of the first stories I had put on an ABDL site and I want to share again. Hope that’s OK?


So, here I am, sitting at my computer wearing nothing but a thick diaper and plastic pants.

“Why would any sane person dress like that?” you might ask, and that is a difficult question because I have no idea where the original thought came from.

It must have something to do with trying to research an article online that I was preparing to write. I was new to the magazine and wanted to prove myself. So, I was looking for something crazy, something my editor would love and something the readers could feel superior about so, something definitely a bit sexual, kinky and creepy.

I was checking through various fetish sites: ‘Adult Baby’ and ‘Diaper Lovers’ seemed a bizarre subject for me to get my junior journalistic teeth into. I was amazed at just how many ‘weird but normal’ people seemed to be into this particular ‘thing’ and I thought I could have some fun with the subject at their expense.

Why I chose this particular theme I’m not sure as it horrified me; adults parading around in diapers and doing stuff in them, definitely not what I’d call fun. However, as I looked into it more and more it appeared to be a topic with ‘promise’ and I became fascinated with the images and stories.

Over the past few days the thought to purchase and wear this ‘infantalistic’ clothing has grown. In fact, I think it is fair to say that the idea seems to have overtaken any other thoughts in my head. Every time I see an image of someone wearing a diaper, I see my face smiling, or gurgling or sucking on a pacifier. It’s creepy and yet…?

At night my dreams are full of these images of me playing, coloring, building bricks high or just lying in a crib with toys, stuffed animals and feeling nothing but… peace. When I wake up I’m happy and smiling but when I’m fully awake a chill runs through my body, which leaves me wondering why this subject is having such an effect.

Yesterday I found myself at the drugstore buying adult diapers and I have absolutely no recollection of even driving there. My only real memory is carrying the huge plastic pack back to my car and feeling happy.

Yes HAPPY and… pleased with myself.

Again I’m not sure why but I suppose I was glad that I now had my own diapers and a couple of pairs of plastic pants to keep me dry. On returning home I just tossed the bundle into the back of the closet wondering why I’d just bought such items and telling myself that I was being very naughty and that I’d return it all in the morning.

However, since then, some mornings I wake up and find I’m wearing nothing but a diaper and have no recollection of actually putting it on.

Where and when I first got the idea of wearing a diaper instead of my usual underwear I’m not sure but here I am wearing them all the time; around the house and when I go to bed. In fact, I seem very happy wearing them and I can’t think of a time when I didn’t.

Those first couple of occasions it all felt very strange; the bulk and the obvious bulge I was sure were very noticeable. The crinkling of the plastic I was sure would attract attention but to me it seemed magical. Thankfully, after just a few trips out in the car to the store or wondering around the city wearing them under a pair of shorts (I’d more or less stopped wearing jeans because they seemed just too adult) it all felt… wonderfully normal. If anyone noticed they don’t say anything so, it doesn’t seem to matter that much because I really do like the idea, as well as the feelings of… of… happiness… that this change in clothing gives me.

They gave me a feeling of being fortunate, of being loved; of security… they give me a feeling of being me.

Since I left home a couple of years ago my mummy and daddy… er, I mean mom and dad (why I used those childish terms I’m not sure) have er, erm, er… what was I going to say?

Sorry, my mind seems to be doing that more and more, I sort of lose my train of thought and the only way I can get it back is by visiting the site.

Never mind. “Daddy… daddy… dada…”

What the hell is going on?

Why am I acting so strangely?

I need to work and finish this feature and get back to normality as soon as possible. I look down at myself and the plastic pants feel tight around my waist and legs. I can see the outline of Disney characters on my diaper and all is forgotten because I’m filled with joy and happiness that I have them with me and work is the last thing I want to do.

I want to play.

I search the room for my best friend Timmy my teddy bear. As always he’s never far away and I reach out and give him a hug and a squeeze, whilst the feel of his soft fur against my naked skin sends messages of contentment to my brain. I sit him on top of my diaper and bounce him up and down; he’s such a silly bear.

For a brief moment the feeling of ecstasy passes and I continue my research on 'Disgusting Diaper Dudes", that’s the title of my article, but as I look at the document on the computer, other than the title and my name, I appear to have written nothing… and yet… I feel I’ve been researching and writing the article for ages.

I’m beginning to doubt my sanity.

Where can all my work be? I’m sure I have typed thousands of words on the subject, but looking at my history on the toolbar, I have returned to the same ABDL page often. In fact, when I look more carefully, REGRESS is the only site I’ve looked at in the past few weeks.

I’m sitting looking at the screen wondering what’s going on. Rubbing the slippery front of my plastic pants and wiggling my toes in the soft carpet. I feel my bottom lip trembling because I don’t have anyone else to play with and a huge gulp of sadness is rising up from my tummy.

Timmy is held tightly in one hand, whilst my thumb is in my mouth and I am sucking and trying to think at the same time.

Thinking is hard and I feel my eyes getting heavy as I try to stay awake and close the site once and for all. I hug Timmy even tighter and begin to sniffle, I don’t know what’s happening and I want my mommy.

My diaper is thicker and I’m more contented than ever and I feel so happy sitting on the floor with my legs outstretched, I chuckle because I couldn’t close my legs even if I wanted to. As I crawl around I’ve never noticed it before but there appears to be some soft relaxing music somewhere in the background, it’s from the computer and I can just about make out a soothing voice telling me it is OK to relax.

The sounds and the words now flit through my mind; sleep, forget, enjoy, regress, suck, relax, wet…

As my eyes close a feeling of utter euphoria engulfs me. I giggle because there’s this nice tingling running around my body and into my diaper.

All I can hear is that soft, gentle music and those calming, encouraging words telling me that all is well and soon I’ll have no more worries.

With my diaper tightly hugging my groin making me feel safe and snug, my thumb offering equal soothing qualities as I suck on it, I drift off.

I can feel a warmth grow in my diaper as I let loose and wet myself but I am comfortable, reassured, pacified and… happy and I…

“regression complete”

Subject Number 20012, Male, Age 23,

Collection and clean-up party mobilised.

Delivery as Dispatch Number 7773, address as shown on invoice.

Special requests: Subject to only wear - pink diaper, pink plastic pants, pink pacifier.

Thank you for your custom

Regression Services Inc

All operatives please note – owing to successful completion of our first year in business we can now offer new increased premium incentives for all future subjects.

Re: Regress

  1. As always great start more please? :angel:

Re: Regress

Hi ab1td

Thanks for the comments really glad you enjoyed it. Not sure how much further I can go with this as it was some time ago that I wrote it and I saw it as a stand alone piece. But, thanks to your encouragement I now say - Never say Never. :wink: