>Be me, 8 year old girl
Mother is dying of cancer
Mostly neglects me, drinks and takes pain meds, sometimes fucks loudly with next door neighbor, walls are paperthin
Have dreams of being toddler again, sometimes want to wear diapers again, is envious of two special needs girls that seem to wear diapers
Try to be friends with them, it doesn't go well and I get in trouble for bullying them. Mother is not happy, but ignores it as she's busy with work, cancer and dealing with my dad that ignores me.
Mother finally dies at the home, don't realize until coming back from school on the bus, call 9/11 and realize the truth.
Dad doesn't get me, he has a new family, and doesn't need me.
Neighbor doesn't need me either, and it looks foster care in the cards
Then find out mom had a sister that I didn't know about driving to take me, sell the house and such.
She comes in all cool and what not, nice hair, shades, pretty, nice clothes, and healthy looking unlike mom.
She talks to me a bit saying how it's going to be okay, and such. Then she takes care of everything, and everything sort of becomes a blur. I go to an empty wake, and an empty funeral.
She excused me from attending school, so I just start packing.
The neighbor's daughter who is in preschool is playing out.
With nothing to do, since never had a TV or anything, and auntie is busy talking on phone I go out to play.
Neighbor's daughter still in diapers.
We play for a bit, before she has a poopy accident.
She isn't bothered, but the neighbor's wife and her mom is super annoyed.
She takes her back inside to change her and invites me to accompany them.
On the way back inside, I see some diapers and pullups. I grab two and go to the bathroom. I tape them on, and then making an excuse leave.
I return back to the house excited and terrified. Hoping I wouldn't be caught, but so tempted to just pretend.
I grab a glass of water, and drink it all.
I go to my room, and wait for a bit. Watching the sunset, and evening arrive from the window. I feel my bowels stir. I want to be a baby before I'm whisked away.
Pee first. It feels good. Warm, wet, and secure.
Then I squat down. Push a large glob of poop into my stolen diaper.
It feels warm, relaxing, babyish, messy, and I sit in it for awhile. Regressed, and out of it.
I only snap out of it when I see my aunt in the doorway looking at me, after I realized she opened my door and called me several times to let me know dinner was ready.
I'm terrified that I just been caught.
Aunt notices it, but seems amusedly unconcerned.
She tells me that take out has arrived, but she needs to go to her car. She tells me to wait in the living room.
I freeze as she slinks away, unsure what to do. But after living with mom for years, I don't refuse commands. I go to the living room.
I wait for a little bit before she brings in a backpack of some sort. She takes out a mat, some wipes, some sort of paste and a diaper?
A bigger than the one I was wearing for sure.
She pats the mat and tells me to lay down.
I'm scared, and she smiles she's not mad, just curious where I got the diaper.
I said I took it from the neighbors when they weren't looking.
She thinks about it and nods, and says don't do that again, but understand what I'm going through considering everything.
I lay down, she untapes my diaper and wipes the festering vile mess I made down there. Pushing my legs apart and upwards. Scooting my butt to wipe every bit of poo up.
She wraps the diaper up like a taco with the dirt wipes, and then applies some barrier cream to my privates.
Then she takes out some powder, and dusts my crotch.
She takes out the diaper, and it's much bigger and thicker than the baby diaper I stole.
She lays it out and plants my bum on it, before taping up around me. It's very roomy, like a hug, I think. Also much more comfortable and softer than the baby diaper.
She takes the dirty diaper and puts it into a ziplock bag and then tosses it in the garbage.
She helps me situp and explains somethings.
She's something called an ABDL, so is her partner. She and her partner decided not to potty train their daughters. So they can decide for themselves.
So they've remained in diapers. One is a year older than me, another is one just reaching five.
She explains that she and my mother both had similar desires, my mom she says denied and ran away from it, she accepted it and blossomed.
My aunt levels her eyes at me and asks if I want to wear diapers permanently.
Too stunned I just sit there before she chuckles and pats me on the head. [Expand Post]
She tells me she loves me and that whatever I want to do is fine. There is nothing wrong with me, and if diapers helps me relax then I should use them as much as I want.
I don't know what to say so I just sit there, gobsmacked.
She chuckled and helps me up. She ordered Chinese.
Over the next few days I return to wearing diapers. Every day. Pee. Poop. Doesn't matter.
I don't ask for anything different. I just let myself be diapered and let my love for diapers grow.
Until the day for the trip back to my aunt's house begins.
Most of my mother's furniture and belonging's have been sold to aunt's friend, so no estate sale or house showing.
Aunt diapers me with a very thick diaper. Explains it's one of my cousin's night time diapers.
The trip is very far, and she gives me some sleepy drousy medicines since I have carsickness. I blackout and wake up in a carseat in the back of the car.
I feel like my bladder is at bursting before I just pee since I feel the comfy diaper. I wet it and it doesn't even feel wet. Diaper just soaks it all up.
I layback and notice the countryside blowing past.
Aunt doesn't notice I'm awake, listening to weird dance music. Notice something I didn't see before.
Her waistband is wearing a pink DIAPER!
Is that what she meant about being an abdl?
I don't know, I guess moving about she notices that I'm awake.
She tells me that still some ways, and asks if I want mcdonalds. I say yeah.
She takes an exit and grabs some mcdonalds. I eat nuggets and some fries, and she orders me a giant milkshake.
She eats a salad, and drinks some tea before getting back on the road. I gobble down the McDs as I almost never got it when mom was alive.
An hour or two later as I read my book, and another flood that the diaper absorbed. I feel like I need to go. Like poo poo go.
I want to hold to go, but I can't do it in the car with auntie. It's just... no. So I hold it.
Another hour goes by, and we start seeing houses and homes, and aunt says we are almost there. Good cause I got to poo.
When we get there, I see this two story beautiful house in the forest. This is there home. It looks expensive. I ask her if your rich.
She laughs, and tells me not to worry about it.
We arrive and pullup into the connected garage. Her partner and children are waiting. Her partner is a woman! And she's wearing a pretty obvious diaper.
I'm introduced, I notice all of them are diapered. I'm stunned and lead on a journey and tour of my new home.
All the while my need to poop making me very quiet and shy. Looking for some place to relieve my business and then asking auntie for a change.
I get my chance when my older cousin zoey herself seems to squat down and starts making a poopy oblivious that I'm there.
I take that chance to flee to underneath the ping pong table in the basement and poop myself. It's a massive smelly poopy but after nearly 5 days of not using the potty it feels right.
Zoey giggles and tells me I smell. I tell her that she smells too. Pretty badly.
We continue the tour even though both of us got poo butts.
She shows me the room that I have.
Changing table. Bed. Babyish clothes. Stacks of diapers.
Literal paradise.
Then I feel my aunt's hand on my shoulder.
"Time to change some poo butts in here, I think, anon."
My aunt partner pats her eldest's daughter's diaper, and picking her up and carrying her to her own room.
Aunt places me on my new changing table. She asks what I think.
"Paradise. Literal paradise."
"Good, anon, cause after what you went through you could use some paradise."
She wipes up my stinky and dumps the diaper in my new 'diaper genie' she tells me later, and changes my clothes into a onesie.
Overwhelmed, tired and exhausted from my journey I fall asleep in my new bed, happy that I have a family finally, loved, and diapered for what seems likely what will be the rest of my life.>