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    Tiffany's Diaper Tales: intro, prequel, ch 1-5

    NOTE: This is a story i started writing years ago. Every few days I will post a few of the already written chapters. I'm hoping that the feedback i get here will help motivate me to pick up where i left off and continue this story . Some of you probably remember reading this story in the past but to many it will be a new experience. I hope you enjoy!





    Tiffany's Diaper Tales - Introduction


    Table of Contents

    1 Introduction
    2 Disclaimer
    3 Summary
    4 Insights from the Author
    5 Closing Remarks




    1 - Introduction

    This story, as real as it may seem, is fictional. The names are made up. Some
    of the places and events are real, but most things are exaderated and fictional.
    The story's main character is Tiffany. The story is told from her point of view.
    Basically it is told by Tiffany in the later years of her life as she recounts the
    events of her life. She goes into a daydream state as the story unfolds, which
    gives it the context of being in the here and now. There are many morals that
    can be derived from the story. There is also a Christian theme mixed into the
    story as well. Many non-adultbaby people will find it difficult to understand
    the impact of this story. The bottom line is it is about family, love, happiness,
    adventure, and more.




    2 - Disclaimer

    Even though the story contains things such as diaper changing and regression,
    it is not an Adults Only type of story. If there are to be chapters containing
    such material, it is mentioned up front in that chapter. If no note is found
    mentioning that there will be adult material, then you can expect it to be a
    clean, decent chapter. The purpose of this story is to help people to re-visit
    childhood memories, or to get in touch with there inner child. It is in no way
    meant for sexual gratification by adults. If you are grossed out by things like
    poopy diapers, and are offended by the fact that a child in the story is not
    growing up in a normal way, then don't read it. Again, it is all fiction, nothing
    in this really happened, so take a chill pill.



    3 - Summary

    Come along with Tiffany and her friends as they have many exciting
    adventures along the way. They learn many important life lessons, as well as
    enjoy regressing as babies. The story is about a wonderful family, great
    friends, and overcoming challenges in life. It is also about understanding and
    accepting those around you who may be different from you. It is sure to pull at
    your heart strings and to make you think. It will also be a very entertaining
    and fascinating book for AB/TB and others with similar interests. The story is
    told By Tiffany herself. This is one of the finest pieces of literature available
    for the AB/TB community today!




    4 - Insights from the Author


    Hi, I am the author, BabyInDiapers. I first started this story about 2 weeks before
    9/11/2001. During the days after this horrible tragedy, I seemed to cling to this
    story. I used it to escape the cold realities of this world. I already being an AB
    for several years, with episodes spanning back into my childhood, I sat down
    one day and began to write. I have no formal writing experiences, and I've
    learned as I've gone along on this one. I had attempted to write short stories in
    the past, but never would have imagined I could take on such a large writing
    assignment as this one.


    Through the past 2 years, I've hit patches of writer's block. But at other time's
    I've written like I was almost feeling and seeing the story in my mind. A lot of
    the beginning chapters is based on a few experiences I had in my childhood,
    however they are greatly exadurated and fictional, but some of the
    fundamental feelings, and seeds from that time, have grown to be awesome,
    and powerful motivations for my writing.


    Also as a Christian, I felt I wanted to reach out to people about the Lord, and
    without being to "preachy" I tried to show the inside life of a modern day
    Christian family. I strive to show the imperfections of our humanity, the grace
    of God, and the growing process of a Christian, even one who is in diapers. It
    is my belief that being into diapers and regression is not a sin. I try to convey
    God's love throughout the story.


    There are many adventures, some fun, some challenging, some scary, and
    some sad. Through all this the characters grow and learn. Who ever said that
    AB/TB and son on cannot grow. Every day that we are alive we learn, we
    grow, weather we choose to regress in our lives or not, we are all in the
    growing process. I think this story shows that clearly.


    I often catch flack from people about the story involving a fictional child. My
    reply to this is "It all started in childhood, and it's all about regressing back to
    babyhood, or to be a toddler, or whatever. So why not address these things as
    they are. I'm not afraid to get into controversy. I do not believe there is
    anything wrong with this story, and to those that do not like it's content, I say
    simply, do not read it then. I have found that for us emotional-based AB's that
    we find this as more of nurturing story, than something to derive sexual
    feelings from. Some people say that it's something that people frown upon in
    society, and I agree, they do, but does that make them right?




    5 - Closing Remarks


    It is my sincerest hope that this story will entertain you, take you back in time,
    that it will help you grow and you will learn many of the lessons along with
    the characters in the story, and that one day when it's at it's end, that people
    will appreciate it as a masterpiece in the AB/TB arena. Not to say that I'm a
    professional or eloquent writer, I'm not, but the fact of the matter is, we need
    a story filled with regression and love, and nurturing. I've done my best to
    deliver that in a little package called "Tiffany's Diaper Tales". Enjoy!





    The Prequel to Tiffany's Diaper Tales


    My sister Kathy and I were born and raised in Lancaster, PA. My
    sister Kathy was born April 17, 1959, and I on May 7, 1962. We
    were growing up during the turbulent time of the 60's and 70's
    but since our parents were strict, morally upright, and
    religious, we stayed out of trouble. As we grew up my sister
    Kathy was older than I, so she was the first to leave the nest,
    leaving me stuck at home at age 16, with my parents. I loved my
    parents, but they were a bit too overbearing for me.


    I did well in school, and attended college in a nearby town.
    Kathy had ran off with a college sweetheart a year before I met
    Rick, a local hell raiser. I had finished my prerequisites at the
    local Junior college. After a while of sneaking out, and getting
    into some trouble, my parents decided that it was time to get me
    out of town. Last they had heard, Kathy was somewhere in Florida
    working as a secretary at an insurance office. Somehow my parents
    convinced her to let me move down there with her to attend a
    state university. Little did my parents know that when us sisters
    got together so far from home, we would just continue to go down
    hill from there.


    I had gone to church with my parents for years while growing up,
    but I was sick and tired of being under there hand. When I and
    Kathy were living in an apartment near Panama City, we were
    living the night life. Drinking, men, you name it. This went on
    until I was 21. I went out drinking one night for my birthday
    with my sister and some of our friends. That night however, would
    change my life forever.


    We had been drinking into the middle of the night. With so much
    alcohol in our system, a fight broke out among myself and Kathy's
    boyfriend at the time. During the physical confrontation, I was
    beaten and thrown off of a railing and down some stairs. My
    sister was so drunk she didn't do a thing to help me. Later that
    morning when I sobered up, I yelled at her. I can remember it
    like it was yesterday. We argued the whole morning, both of us
    with raging hangovers, which made it worse.


    I fell back asleep and woke up that evening to find her gone. She
    had took all of her stuff and went with her boyfriend. When I
    tried to track them down that night, I heard that they had run
    off to Georgia. So there I was in Panama City, homeless because I
    couldn't afford the rent. One night as I was hitching further
    south on my way to Miami, I stopped in small town off the main
    interstate. I was tired, hungry, and heart broken. My ride had
    ditched me while I was in the restroom. So I sat outside on a
    bench crying for what seemed like forever.


    "Hey, are you ok?" a nice lady asked as she sat with me on the
    bench. I proceeded to just tell her everything. She and her
    husband put me up at there house for a while. Only condition was,
    that I had to go to church with them on Sundays and Wednesdays.
    At this point I was willing to settle for anything, even if I had
    to go to church. Besides, it didn't kill me when I was younger.
    So I went with them a few times. I got a job a month after I
    stayed with them. One day out of the blue, I just realized, I
    didn't know God anymore. I remembered bible school, and church as
    a young girl. But that seemed so far away, I felt so dirty, so
    tired. That next Wednesday night when I came to church with them,
    I broke down crying and fell to my hands and knees up at the
    altar and gave my life to Jesus Christ. What else could I do, I
    was going no where, except down. When I got up from praying that
    night, I felt a peace I had never known. I realized that there
    was a difference. As I lay awake reading my bible that night, and
    praying, and rejoicing; some of the verses I memorized as a child
    came back to me.


    Needless to say, but a few months later, I was really growing in
    the Lord, I had began to communicate with my parents in
    Pennsylvania and other family members. I tried to get in contact
    with Kathy, but she never would reply back to my letters. By the
    time I was 23, I was in search of finding the man that God would
    want me to have. I began to date a younger man who had recently
    joined the church. He was a bit younger than me, but we seemed to
    have so much in common. I really fell in love with him and so on
    November 8, 1985, we got married.


    Tom got a job in the nearby town of Sanford. We had a 2 bedroom
    apartment. I had a job as a secretary, and Tom as a programmer
    for a major software firm. The only thing that seemed odd is that
    Tom's past seemed to be a mystery, and he had moved several
    times. Somehow the Lord had spoken to me that he may have done
    some things before he found the Lord. Even so, we were madly in
    love, and we were both growing Christians, so I let it go.


    In the summer of 1986, I became pregnant with my first daughter,
    Tammy. She was born on February 3, 1987. It was a joyous day. It
    was around this time that my sister Kathy and I got on speaking
    terms. She had settled down some, and Had a daughter of her own.
    She was only 8 months old when I had Tammy. I hadn't even known
    of her pregnancy until she showed up on my doorstep one evening.
    I was overjoyed to be able to once again talk to my sister. She
    noticed that something was different in my life. "Wow Tanya,
    You've changed so much." Kathy said. "I know. It's the Lord
    working in my life. I was down and out for a while, and I met
    Him, and he's brought me out." I said. "I'm glad for you Tanya."
    She said. "I just wish that, well, I'm so sorry for how things
    turned out and when I ran off and everything." Kathy said as she
    began to cry. "Will you forgive me?" she asked. "Yes, you know I
    will, you're my big sister." We both hugged. It was a wonderful
    reunion.


    While Tammy was still less than a year old, we moved to Georgia
    with Kathy and got a house together. Tom had been laid off from
    the company. We stayed with her for about 2 years. In the winter
    of 1989 we all went to Pennsylvania for our mother's funeral. It
    was a very sad time. Later that Fall, my husband Tom and I
    decided to go back down to Florida. Kathy was doing much better,
    her daughter Amy was in daycare, so she was working full time.


    We moved to Daytona Beach in Florida. It was a nice place. We
    actually got a small house in the suburbs. We both worked as our
    daughter Tammy was now in school. I quit work in April of 1992
    when I was pregnant with my second child. We didn't find out that
    it was a girl until a few months later. We named her Tiffany Anne
    Walker. She was the most adorable baby, even that night in the
    hospital after they brought her back to me. She was born on
    January 18, 1993. My father came down during the Christmas
    Holidays, and stayed until I delivered Tiffany.


    I knew within a few months of raising Tiffany that she was an
    exceptional girl. Don't get me wrong, Tammy was also very smart,
    but I could tell there was something unique, and special in
    Tiffany. I just didn't know what it was at the time. I decided to
    be a stay at home mommy for Tiffany. I had regrets about not
    doing the same for Tammy, but times were tough, and we needed the
    extra income. I found the adjustment to be quite a big one, but
    it was worth it. I got to spend time instilling Godliness into my
    daughter. I always tried not to be as strict and rigid as my
    parents had been with Kathy and I, but I still wanted them to
    know the Grace, and Love, of God.


    Through the years, my husband, and kids, and I were doing very
    well financially, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
    Things seemed to be just right. We were the model middle class
    Christian family. Then in early 2001 I began to notice some
    changes in Tiffany. She would seem to be preoccupied about baby
    things such as diapers, and so on. She never vocalized this to
    me, but I could see her interest in such things. Every time I
    would baby sit for a neighbor or church friend, Tiffany would
    seem preoccupied by the baby's toys, and other things. When
    shopping she would stare at diapers in the diaper isle. Just
    these little things, but I kept mental note of them.


    One faithful day I was doing my usual weekly house cleaning when
    I came upon Tiffany's diary. She had left it open. I debated
    weather to look, but something told me to glance at even the open
    pages. So I did. I then realized all my suspicions were
    confirmed. Tiffany wanted to be treated as a baby. But why? Why
    now? She and Tammy both potty trained around age 2. Well actually
    Tiffany was a little alter, but still. I prayed to God and asked
    him for wisdom in this area, as it was not something I had heard
    of before.


    During the weeks that followed, I had memories arise from my
    childhood. I remembered times as a young girl when I also wanted
    diapers. That memory was somehow buried so deep all these years.
    I guess since I thought it was socially and morally unacceptable,
    and that mother had punished me a few times when she caught me
    with baby diapers, that I should just let it be. And I did. Now I
    had even more questions. Was this genetic? Was it somehow passed
    down somehow by me? Tammy never seemed to go through this phase.
    I decided to leave it alone for the time being and let it work
    itself out.


    One day Tiffany had a couple of her friends over. She came to me
    one afternoon asking for a diaper so she could play baby. She had
    been wetting the bed on and off the past few years, but recently
    the frequency of her accidents increased. I decided to put her in
    diapers at night. She enjoyed this. I could tell. So that one day
    I decided to put her in diapers for a while to just see if she'd
    get tired of it if I made her wear them around the house for a
    while. But no such luck.


    At dinner that night Tiffany still was in her diaper. My husband
    and I hadn't really made a big deal out of it. She said that she
    needed to go number two. Finally I decided to confront her on
    this whole issue. My husband and I told her to go in her diaper.
    She cried, probably mostly from embarrassment more then anything
    else. When I took her to the bathroom to clean up and then put
    her into another diaper, she acted like she didn't want it. Then
    I confronted her about the diary entry, and the way she had been
    acting about babyish things lately. She then agreed to wear
    diapers. I had talked to a psychologist and pediatrician. They
    both agreed that if I made her wear them all the time, she would
    get tired of the whole thing and lose her interest in it.


    Well, enough of my life story. I now present to you, Tiffany's
    Diaper Tales. She is quite an exceptional girl. Our family has
    gone through a lot of changes, and growing together and with the
    Lord. She'll cover more of that in her story from her point of
    view though. Oh, just for kicks, I compiled a list of some birth
    datss, and birth places of some people. Hope it helps.


    First & LastName Birth Date Birth Place
    ================================================== =================
    Kathy Scott April 17, 1959 Lancaster, PA
    John Eastman September 8, 1957 Dothan, GA
    Amy Eastman June 23, 1986 College Park, GA

    Tanya Scott May 7, 1962 Lancaster, PA
    Thomas Walker September 24, 1968 Lakeland, FL
    Tiffany Walker January 18, 1993 Daytona Beach, FL
    Tammy Walker February 3, 1987 Sanford, FL
    Amanda Walker August 21, 2007 Daytona Beach, FL
    Teala Shepherd March 9, 1986 Winter Park, FL

    Ellen Yother August 18, 1961 Malvern, AR
    Todd Taylor October 20, 1960 Grant's Pass, OR
    Robert Taylor March 26, 1992 Tahoe City, CA

    Susan Neves May 4, 1967 Miami Beach, FL
    Mark Wilds February 24, 1966 Ft. Walton Bch, FL
    Emily Wilds January 20, 1992 Daytona Beach, FL

    Linda Hall March 4, 1966 Makin, GA
    Ralph Porter August 30, 1965 Pheonix, AZ
    Laura Porter January 12, 1994 Daytona Beach, FL
    Joey Porter December 9, 1999 Daytona Beach, FL

    Kimmie November 12, 1986 Pt. St. Rickie, FL
    Angela April 16, 1993 Palm Coast, FL
    Kelly July 22, 1995 Wheaton, IL
    Elizabeth May 8, 1992 Deltona, FL
    ================================================== =================




    Tiffany's Diaper Tales
    Volume I
    Chapter 001


    Hello! My name is Tiffany. I would like to share with you all
    some of the things that have happened in my life. This story
    will be mostly fictional with just a touch of reality in it. I
    hope you will enjoy my story.


    When I was 7 years old my mommy put me in diapers because I had
    a bed wetting problem. I did not really mind too much. When I lie
    in bed at night I would fantasize about being a baby again. My
    older sister Tammy, who was 14 at that time, would sometimes wake
    me up in the morning when she was getting ready for school.
    "Tiffy, Is your diaper wet honey?" Tammy asked as I opened my
    eyes. "Yeah, I'm wet." I replied softly as I rubbed my eyes and
    began to wake up. Tammy picked me up and laid me on the floor and
    took some baby wipes and slid down my rubber pants. She unpinned
    my wet cloth diaper. "Wow you sure did go pee a lot!" Tammy said
    while smiling at me. I blushed and laid there as she cleaned me
    up. After I was wiped, she slid a pair of panties up my legs. I
    then began to dress myself. I walked out to the kitchen to eat
    breakfast and mom said good morning to me. I ate and then got
    ready for school. After saying goodbye to mom and dad I took my
    backpack and went off to school.


    At this point of my life I was only in diapers during the night.
    No one knew that I secretly wanted to be a baby. I didn't feel
    like sharing this with any of my friends either. I was a bit shy
    in general anyway. School went like usual, and I got home and
    played with my two best friends until dinner time. And as usual
    after dinner came bath time, and soon came bedtime. This was a
    typical day in my life at that time. Little did I know that
    things were about to drastically change.


    One day in May, a couple of my best friends and I were playing.
    We wanted to play house and I decided I wanted to be the baby. I
    was 8 years old at this point and had told my two best friends
    about my wearing diapers at night. They were ok with it. But they
    still didn't know I had fantasies about returning to babyhood.


    I walked out into the living room and found my mom ironing
    clothes. "Mommy, we wanna play house, and I wanna be the baby,
    can you put me in one of my cloth diapers and rubber pants so I
    can play the baby." I said. My mother looked at me and said
    "Can't you just pretend honey?" I shook my head no. "Well ok, If
    that is what you want, I suppose you can wear one. Just wait a
    couple minutes. I'll come in there and change you into a diaper
    after I finish ironing these shirts. Okay sweetie?" My mother
    said as I ran excitedly out of the living room, down the hall and
    back into my room. "So what did she say?" Laura asked. "She said
    she would put me in a diaper after she finishes ironing." I said
    while blushing. My head was spinning with delight. I knew we were
    going to have a good time.


    My mother came in a few minutes later. She opened my bottom
    dresser drawer and pulled out one of my cloth diapers and a pair
    of pink rubber pants. She then left the room and returned with
    some baby powder. She diapered me in front of my friends and we
    all giggled because it was so silly that I was being put into
    diapers. After she finished she smiled and said, "You girls have
    fun." We all thanked her and she left the room.


    "Ok, so lets play! I will be the mommy, and Laura, you can be the
    big sister, and Tiffany, you are the baby!" Emily said. I smiled
    and then began to talk in baby talk and crawl around on the
    floor. Laura, who was playing the role of my older sister, was
    rolling a ball towards me trying to get me to roll it back. Then
    Emily came over and held me in her lap. "It's time for baby to
    take a nap." Emily said. "No, I don't want a nap" I whined in my
    cute little baby voice. "Yes you take nap now baby." "Otay, but
    not long nap though." I said as I fell asleep in her lap.


    I must have really been tired because I dozed off. Suddenly Emily
    shook me awake "Um Tiffany, I think you just wet your diaper."
    Emily said. She pointed to my apparently wet diaper. "ut oh, I
    hope my mommy doesn't get mad at me." "Oh it's ok, I'm sure your
    mom won't be mad. I mean, you wet them at night and she changes
    you. So what's the big deal? I mean you are playing baby, so why
    not wet it." Laura said while smiling at me. "Yeah I guess you
    are right. I'll go see if my mommy will change me.' I got up and
    waddled out of the room and down the hall in my crinkly thick
    soaking wet diaper.


    "Mommy…" I said shyly. "Yes honey?" "Um… well…" She looked
    at me and then noticed that I had wet in my diapers. "Oh dear,
    you peed your diaper. Why did you wet it honey?" "Um, well,
    because I was being a baby, and um, I fell asleep when I was
    pretending to take a nap. Emily woke me up and told me I was
    wet." I stammered. I lowered my head down feeling ashamed of
    myself. "It's alright Tiffany. I'm not upset with you. Since you
    girls are playing house, go and ask your pretend mommy to change
    your diaper." mom said teasingly. I nodded and then waddled back
    into my room, crinkling all the way down the hall.


    "So what did your mom say?" Emily asked. "She said that since we
    are playing house, you have to change my diaper" I blushed. Laura
    giggled and said, "I'm not changing her." I started to cry. "I
    need my diaper changed. It's all wet. Please change me?" I cried.
    "Alright you big baby, lay down and I'll change you.", Emily
    said. I lay on the floor. Emily went to the dresser and got out
    another cloth diaper. She changed me out of my wet diaper and
    into a dry one. Laura just watched. "Maybe we shouldn't play
    house any more. What if she wets this one too?" Laura said to
    Emily. "Well then we just will have to change her again." Emily
    replied. I just laid on the floor on my back with my diaper on
    but waiting for Emily to pull up my rubber pants and tuck my
    diaper in. Finally she did and we resumed playing. This time I
    stayed dry.


    Later that afternoon, Laura and Emily went home and I stayed in
    my room and played with some toys. I was still wearing my diaper.
    A while later Mom called me to dinner. I waddled out to the
    dinner table. By this time daddy and Tammy were just pulling into
    the driveway. Tammy and daddy always got home right before
    dinner. Tammy had cheer leading practice so Dad usually picked
    her up on his way home from work. As I was helping my mom set the
    table both daddy and Tammy came through the front door.


    "Tiffany honey, why are you wearing diapers?" daddy asked. I
    blushed. "Um, me and my friends were playing house and I was the
    baby, I… I forgot I was still wearing them." I said knowing
    full well that I had purposefully avoided taking them off. "Aww
    you look so cute!" Tammy said as she walked back to her room to
    change clothes. We all sat down for dinner Halfway through eating
    I began to feel like I had to go number two. "Um mommy", I said
    quietly. "Yes baby?" "Um… I gotta go to the bathroom. Um can
    you help me, I'm still in this diaper, I don't know how to get
    the pins out.", I said as my need to poo became urgent. It was
    obvious that I really had to go. "Oh honey, we are eating now.
    Can't you hold it?" She asked. I started to cry a little.


    "Tiffany just go pee in your diaper and I'll change you when
    we're done eating." Mommy said. "No, I gotta go, um.." I could
    not talk, I was so embarrassed. "Oh, I see." Mom said. She was
    about to get up from the table when daddy said, "We're almost
    done eating, just go." I looked down at my plate. "I don't wanna
    go poopoo in the diaper, I only wet. I don't wanna do number
    two." I said while crying. My father interrupted me and said, "Oh
    baby, just hush and do it in your diaper. You were the one who
    wanted to wear them in the first place. Babies go poop in their
    diapers, so just go." I began to cry uncontrollably and I put my
    head in my hands. I totally filled my diaper with a big poopy.
    "It's alright. I'll take her to the bathroom and change her." Mom
    said as she picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. She
    changed me, but not into panties, but another diaper. "Mommy! Why
    are you putting on another diaper?" I asked while crying.


    "Because, I can tell you like being babied, and I also saw what
    you wrote in your diary about how you want to be a baby. I know I
    shouldn't have read it, but you left it out and I happened to
    notice it when I was cleaning the other day. Honey, your dad and
    I talked about it and we don't mind if you want to be a baby.
    It's okay." I stopped crying. My mom hugged me and patted my
    diapered bottom. "But honey, if you really want to be a baby,
    then you will have to wear diapers all the time. You will wear
    them to school, at home, or wherever you go. You cannot use the
    potty anymore since your a baby… ok?" I nodded and agreed to
    it. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. Deep down I knew
    I wanted this.


    As we came back out to the dinner table everyone smiled.
    Mom and dad had talked about this earlier and while I was being
    changed, Dad talked to Tammy about it. We had desert and then mom
    asked Tammy if she would go give me a bath since I'm a baby now.
    I was sort of shy about all this, but I knew it was what I had
    always wanted. I wondered what other kids would say. "Come on you
    big baby, lets get you cleaned up." Tammy said as she motioned
    for me to come over to her and follow her to the bathroom.


    She bathed me and let me splash in the water for a little bit and
    play with my old rubber ducky I had when I was a little girl. She
    got me out of the tub and dried me off. She diapered me and then
    took me out the living room. We watched cartoons on TV. Then Mom
    said it was time for me to go to bed since I am a baby I need my
    sleep. I didn't mind, because I was already tired. It had been a
    very busy day. As my mother tucked me in she smiled at me and
    said, "Honey I know that you have wanted this for a long time,
    and well, I have to admit, so have I. I mean, I just want you to
    stay my little baby girl forever honey." She kissed me goodnight.


    Daddy came in shortly after and kissed me good night and said
    "Nighty night little baby, sleep well and sweet dreams." I
    started to drift off to sleep when Tammy came in and whispered,
    "Hey, Tiffy?" "Yes Tammy?" "I think you really make a cute baby
    and I love you and I want you to know that if anyone picks on you
    at school, I will beat them up for you. Now go to sleep and I'll
    see you in the morning ok?" I smiled as she left the room and
    closed the door. I once again drifted off to sleep.




    Tiffany's Diaper Tales
    Volume I
    Chapter 002


    I awakened early the next morning. "Hi Tiffy, is my lil baby all
    wetie?" she asked talking in baby talk. I smiled at her and
    said, "yes I wet." She smiled. "Aww lets get this yucky dipee off
    of you and get you changed into a nice dry one ok?" "Otay!" She
    picked me up and laid me on the floor and pulled down my pink
    rubber pants and then began to un pin my diaper and pull it down.
    Then she wiped me and powdered me and pulled out a disposable
    diaper and put it on me. "Why you putting that kind of diaper on
    me?" "Well silly, because you have to go to school and if you
    need to be changed, it will be easier to deal with disposables."
    Then I remembered that I had agreed to be a baby and that I was
    going to have to be in diapers all the time. At first I was
    scared but then I remembered how much I wanted this and I just
    drifted off into fantasy world. "Earth to Tiffany… Hello, Hello?
    Anyone there?" Tammy asked teasingly. She had already finished
    getting me dressed.


    I went down the hall into the kitchen and sat at the table, and
    had my breakfast. Mommy checked to see if I was diapered before I
    left. She handed me my lunch and kissed me good bye as I walked
    out the door to go to the bus stop. As I stood where all the kids
    were, my friends Laura and Emily came up to me. "Hi Tiffany!"
    Laura said to me. I smiled and said hello to them both. We talked
    for a bit while waiting on the bus to arrive. As I was waling up
    the steps of the bus, Emily was right behind me. When we all sat
    down together in the same seat (with me in the middle) Emily
    leaned over and whispered to me, "Are you in a diaper because I
    could hear you crinkle and your butt looks puffy." I smiled at
    her and nodded my head. Laura looked at me like she knew what was
    going on as well. I told them that I was a baby now and that I
    was going to be in diapers all the time. They both thought it was
    cute and said they wouldn't tease me, and that they would defend
    me if anyone gave me a hard time about it.


    The bus pulled into the school and we all got off. So far only my
    two best friends had known about my diapers. As we went to our
    class and took our seat I knew that my mom had called the nurse
    and told her that I needed to have my diapers changed at lunch
    time, or recess, depending on how wet I was or if I had to go
    number two. I handed the note to my teacher that my mommy had
    written. She read it and gave me a look. She said "If you need to
    get your diaper changed, just raise your hand and ask to go to
    the restroom. Then go to the nurse's office and get changed." I
    thought this plan would work out quite well, but still I was a
    bit nervous. She just smiled and told me to go to my desk.


    By lunchtime, I had wet in the diaper allot and I could feel that
    it was soaked and squishy. It was a different feeling then my
    cloth diapers, but I liked it as well. I told Laura & Emily where
    I was going and they said they would save me a seat at lunch. I
    went to the nurse's office. "Hi Tiffany." Mrs. Peters said. "Hi
    Mrs. Peters.. Um.. uh… I… I need to be … changed." "Oh ok
    sweetie, just come on over here and I'll lay you down on this
    table and well get you into a nice dry diaper ok." She motioned
    for me to come with her. I did as she said and once on the table
    she undid my pants and pulled them down and unfastened the tapes
    on my diaper and wiped my hiney and powdered me. I blushed a
    little bit. She just smiled at me and when we were done she
    patted my diapered bottom. She helped me pull my pants back up.
    "There you go sweetie." "Thank you." We both smiled at each other
    for a moment and then I left her office and went down the hall to
    lunch.


    Once I got through the lunch line, I walked around looking for
    Laura & Emily. They were over in the left corner, and they were
    also sitting with Jessica. I sat down with them. They all said
    hello and all that. Then Jessica asked me a question. "How come
    you were so late coming to lunch?" I had to think fast, so I
    said, "Mm, oh I just had to stop at the bathroom on the way here,
    that's all." I said knowing that I was lying through my teeth.
    Laura & Emily looked at me but didn't say anything because they
    knew I didn't want everyone to know I was a baby in diapers now.


    After lunch I went back to the classroom and we had only three
    more subjects that day. The afternoon dragged on. Finally the
    bell rang and we all got out of our seats and went to get on the
    bus to go home. As I was waiting in the long line of people to
    get on the bus, I felt like I had to go number two. I tried to
    hold it. As we were boarding I really felt like I was going to
    lose it. Once we set down, Laura asked, "What's wrong Tiffany?"
    "Um… I gotta go number two, and I don't think I'll make it all
    the way home." I whispered in her ear. She looked at me and then
    she said, "Oh I'm sorry, but hey don't worry your in diapers,
    Just go in your diaper, and let your mommy change you when you
    get home." Laura said. Emily asked, "What's going on, what are
    you two talking about?" I leaned over to her and whispered in her
    ear and she smiled and then said, "Yeah Tiff, just go in your
    diaper like a big baby." I blushed and said "Shhh! I don't want
    anyone to know." They both looked at me and smiled. "If you do a
    load in your diapers I Don't know how they wont know Tiffany."
    Emily said. "Just go poopy in the diaper, and don't worry about
    it. They will all find out anyway you just can't hide this
    forever." Laura said. "Yeah Tiffany, it's ok we love you. We
    won't make fun of you. So just let go and be a baby and do your
    thang girl." Emily said with a smile. I sighed and then leaned
    back and began to push a major load of poo into the seat of my
    diaper. Both Emily and Laura were smiling at me. Emily kept
    reassuring me that it would be ok. Laura just watched and held my
    hand as I just continued to fill the diaper. "Um, I think I'm
    done." I sniffled and began to cry softly. "Oh Tiffy, its ok
    baby. You wanna lay down so you don't have to sit in your yucky
    diaper?" I said yes and they moved so that I could lay my head in
    Laura's lap and my back was on the seat and my poopy loaded
    diaper butt was in Emily's lap. My feet hung over into the isle.


    After a moment or so, some other kids were staring at me. One boy
    turned around and yelled out "Eww! I think Tiffany pooped her
    pants! YUCKY!!!" Then everyone started laughing at me. I closed
    my eyes and Laura ran her hands through my hair and calmly said
    it would be ok. Also Emily was putting her hand on the bottom of
    my diaper and feeling how loaded it was when she said, "Oh my
    gosh Laura, her diaper is like way full of crap. Like I hope she
    doesn't have a leak." "Yeah but she'll be ok laying down because
    it won't get all mushy and ooze out of her diapers." Laura knew
    what she was talking about because she had a baby brother at home
    and she knew about messy diapers.


    When the bus pulled up to our stop they helped me up and walked
    me down the isle of the bus. All the kids were laughing and they
    knew I was in diapers by this point because they could hear me
    crinkle and see my bottom was all puffy. I began to cry. Emily &
    Laura comforted me on the way home. Jessica, who normally would
    get off on our stop, didn't take the bus that day because her
    mother picked her up early from school. So once I got to my house
    they left me and I walked into the house. "Mommy!" I cried. "Yes
    baby?" "My diaper… " I couldn't even finish my sentence. "Oh
    come here… My goodness honey looks like you got a loaded
    diaper." "Yes mommy and kids were laughing at me on the bus too."
    I sniffled. "oh honey its ok, they are just jealous because they
    aren't cute little babies in diapers like you are." My mother
    took me to my room and I was SHOCKED to see that I had a crib,
    and a changing table now! "WOW MOMMY!" I exclaimed. "Yes baby you
    deserve the best." She laid me on my new changing table. She
    pulled off my pants, and unfastened the diaper. She use many
    wipes on my little hiney. Finally she powdered me and put me into
    a cloth diaper and pinned it on and put my rubber pants on over
    it. She put me in a cute little skirt and then helped me down.
    "Ok little baby, there you go." I smiled at her and thanked her.
    "You're welcome sweetie." She smiled at me. Then she set me down
    in the living room in front of the TV to watch cartoons.


    When Tammy and daddy came home later that night I was happy to
    see them and Tammy asked me all about my day. At dinner I had
    another surprise waiting for me. When I was finished helping
    mommy set the table she pulled out a highchair that was big
    enough for me. "WOW MOMMY! A high chair! YAY!" I exclaimed. This
    was beginning to get better than I had ever imagined. My sister
    lifted me up and put me in. She sat next to me and helped to feed
    me. I was lucky to have Tammy for a sister because she was so
    sweet and accepting of me.


    Later that night I got a phone call from Laura and we talked for
    a while and then mom came in and said I needed to get my bath and
    go to bed. So I hung up and as I walked to the bathroom, mom was
    there drawing water for my bath. "Honey, since you're a baby now,
    mommy or Tammy, or daddy will have to bathe you ok." I smiled and
    said, "otay mommy!" I hopped in the tub and was playing with my
    toys and mommy was giving me my bath. Finally she got me out and
    dried me off. She took me to my room and put me on the changing
    table and put a nice thick cloth diaper on me. "This should keep
    my little baby dry all night long." She tucked me in and read me
    a story, and then Tammy came in and gave me a kiss goodnight too.
    Daddy was busy working on something for work so by the time he
    came into my room I was asleep. I woke up an hour later though
    and noticed my diaper was wet, and I had to go some more, so I
    wet it. Then I lay there and daydreamed about being a baby. What
    was so awesome was that now that dream had come true!




    Tiffany's Diaper Tales
    Volume I
    Chapter 003


    I woke up Saturday morning and I was the first one to be awake.
    my diaper was not only soaking wet, but loaded with poo as well.
    I kind of enjoyed laying there in a poo-filled diaper and staring
    at the mobile hanging from my crib. After a few minutes though, I
    became agitated at the condition I was in so I began to cry. My
    sister Tammy came running into my room. "What's wrong baby, Oh my
    goodness, it smells like somebody did a load in her diapees. You
    poor little baby, let me change you." She lifted me out of my
    crib and laid me on my new changing table. Se slid off my jammies
    and slid down my pink rubber pants and then began to undo the
    pins on my diaper. She opened it up and her nose turned up. "Eww!
    Yucky baby has stinky poopoo diapee." She grabbed a handful of
    wipes and began using them one by one to clean my yucky poo poo
    hiney. I laid there a while and let her baby me and diaper me.
    She put diaper rash ointment on me because I was starting to get
    a little rash on my bottom. Then she powdered me really well.
    Then came the nice thick dry clean snuggly diaper up between my
    legs and she pinned it in place. She slid up my rubber pants and
    tucked the diaper in. Then she picked me up and held me for a
    couple minutes and patted my tushie. She laid me back in my crib.
    She went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of apple
    juice. "Ok baby, it still early so it not time to get up, so I
    will come back later. Enjoy your bottle sweetie." She kissed my
    forehead and turned to leave the room.


    I must have dozed off because later on my mother came in to wake
    me, and she noticed my diaper was dry. "Wow, this is amazing, a
    dry diaper!" My mother said with an astonished look on her face.
    "Tam Tam came in and changied me earlier mommy." "Oh ok darling,
    well let's get you dressed and go eat breakfast ok?" "Yeppers
    mommy I ready!" I held on to her as she pulled me out of my crib.


    I was placed in my highchair and fed my breakfast. As we all were
    sitting around the table I heard mommy talking about having some
    friends of hers come over tonight for coffee and desert and to
    just hang out. They were supposed to come at 7:30pm so we ate
    dinner at around 5:30pm that night so mommy could get things
    ready for her company.


    I played in my room most of the day, and Tammy was at one of her
    friends house for the afternoon. Tammy came home around 4:30pm
    and as she walked by my room she said hello to me. I put down my
    toys and crawled out to the hallway and towards her room. She had
    closed the door because she was getting ready to change. "Can me
    please come in Tam Tam?" I begged. The door opened and I crawled
    in, and then she shut and locked the door behind me. She was just
    in her panties and bra and was taking her watch and other jewelry
    off. "You wanna take a shower with me Tiffy?" She took off her
    bra and then slipped off her panties. "Sure Tam Tam." She laid me
    on her bed and undressed me and unfastened my partially wet
    diaper and then wiped me. Then she grabbed a towel and washcloth.
    She carried me down the hall to the bathroom. Just as we were
    going down the hall mommy came by. "What are you two doing?", she
    asked. "oh mom, I'm gonna take a shower and I figured instead of
    giving Tiffany a bath, I could save time and wash her while I'm
    in the shower, is that ok?", she asked. "Oh yeah, good thinking
    Tammy. After you're done, can you please come help me get the
    table set for diner." "Sure no problem mom. I'll be done in like
    twenty minutes."


    Once we got in the bathroom she set me down on the floor and ran
    some hot water so that the shower wouldn't be cold when we got
    in. Then she sat down on the potty and went tinkles. "Honey, you
    gotta go potty before we get in the shower?", Tammy asked. "Nope,
    I did tinkles in my didees before you changed me." I smiled.
    "What a good baby you are!" Then she wiped herself and flushed
    the toilet. She then turned the water on to the shower head
    instead of the bath.


    Once the temperature was just right, she picked me up and set me
    in the tub and then she got in and closed the curtain. She left
    the drain stopped so that the water she was using for her shower
    would stay in the tub and then she could bathe me. I watched as
    she washed herself. She was explaining how to get clean and
    pretending like I was a little kid just learning how to take a
    shower or something. I just smiled at her and splashed her. "Hey
    stop that silly." She giggled. After she was done washing she
    turned off the water. Then she sat in the tub facing me and took
    another washcloth from the rack and began to wash my face, and so
    on. Then she let the water out and stood up, opened the curtain,
    then dried herself, and then me. She wrapped me in a towel and
    carried me to my room and re-diapered me and dressed me.


    Then she went to her room and changed. She handed me my old wet
    diaper that was left laying in her room. "Take this and put it in
    the diaper pail honey, and go see if mommy needs anything ok?
    I'll be there in a little bit." She closed the door behind me. I
    walked into the kitchen and asked mommy if I could help. She let
    me set the table for dinner.


    We finished eating at around 6:15pm and then my sister and I were
    watching some TV together. At 7:30pm mom's guest started
    arriving. They were in a different section of the living room
    than my sister and I. Time went by quick and it was time for me
    to go to bed. I walked into the room where everyone was. I was
    already in my jammies because Tammy had gotten me ready for
    bedtime. I walked across the living room and I realized they
    could probably hear the crinkling of my diaper under my jammies.
    I went over to my dad and sat on his lap. He smiled at me and he
    noticed I was diapered. "So baby you got your tinkle-poopers on
    huh?" "DADDY!" I whispered as I blushed. I think some of them
    overheard what he said, and they probably heard me crinkling as I
    walked in. A few minutes later I got off my daddy's lap and
    walked out saying good night to everyone, but one of mom's
    friends, who was a teacher at school stopped me and gave me a hug
    and patted my bottom and I know she knew I had a diaper and
    rubber pants on. She smiled at me and then said, "Nite nite
    little one."


    I was very embarrassed but I didn't get upset though because I
    was used to people finding out about my diapers. Most of the kids
    at school knew already anyway. Tammy tucked me in and kissed me
    goodnight and read me a short bedtime story before I drifted off
    to sleep.





    Tiffany's Diaper Tales
    Volume I
    Chapter 004


    A few weeks went by and it was now the last week of school. I was
    pretty well used to being in diapers at school. I didn't always
    act as much like a baby at school as I did at home. But at recess
    I would regress and play with my friends and they would baby me.
    Most of the girls in my class thought I was cute, but most of the
    boys thought it was gross that I wore diapers. I didn't really
    care though because at that time I thought boys had cooties.
    Besides boys were so immature anyway. (Like I could talk!)


    The last day of school came and I got up and was changed and had
    breakfast and sat on the bus with my best friends Emily & Laura.
    We were all glad that school was over and we could have all
    summer to hang out and play. I was soaked as usual on the bus
    ride home. Laura was crossing her legs really tight because she
    had to go pee real bad. But she had to hold it. "Don't you wish
    you had a diaper like me?", I asked. "Yeah, then I could just go
    pee and I would feel better. But doesn't it feel weird having pee
    in your diaper?", she asked. "It feels warm and squishy in the
    diaper. But I like it, you probably wouldn't like it." She just
    sat there quietly, pondering what I had said. "Hey maybe this
    summer when I come over to play maybe I can try one on one time
    to just to see what its like?" "Yeah sure that'd be cool."


    The bus pulled into our stop and we all got off. Jessica used to
    be one of my best friends before I started wearing diapers. But
    now she didn't hang out with us anymore. She wanted to be a part
    of the "in crowd". So that's that. But I didn't care, because I
    had friends that cared about me, and understood me.


    I came in the door and mom was waiting for me. "Hi baby, did you
    have a good day at school?" "Yes mommy, but I glad it over
    because now I can play all summer, and I can be baby all day ?
    YAY!", I said joyfully. "Yes that's right honey. You'll be
    mommy's little baby all summer long." She smiled at me. "So does
    baby need a diaper change?" She checked my diaper. "Umm sorta,
    but can you wait, because… um… I have to do number two in a
    little bit, so I might as well do it in this already wet diaper
    instead of getting other diaper dirty too." "Well very well then,
    go head and relax and just load your diaper full of poo and call
    mommy when your ready for a changie." She sat me on the floor in
    the living room in front of the TV. She also brought me out a
    bottle and I laid there and sucked on it as I tried to go poo in
    my diaper. Finally after pushing a while, I relaxed and then I
    felt my bowels relax and I started to empty out into my diaper a
    massive soft squishy load of poopoo. I laid there on my bean bag
    on the floor in front of the TV and just enjoyed the mushy poo
    all over my hiney and between my legs. I moved my legs back and
    forth a couple times just to make it more comfy. Then after a
    while I became uncomfortable.


    "Mommy! I poopood in my diapee, come change me pweez!", I yelled.
    "ok, be there in a minute.", my mother called back from the
    kitchen. A moment later she was in the living room picking me up.
    "Wow baby looks like you just did a ten pounder in your baby
    pants huh?", mom said as she patted my loaded diaper tushie while
    she carried me to my room. I just blushed and she laid me down
    and took off my dress and took down my rubber pants and
    unfastened the diaper. "Oh my gosh baby, your loaded from front
    to back honey, isn't that yucky?" mom asked. "Ummm hmmm, dats why
    I wanted you to change me mommy, it felt good going poo and
    sitting in it for a lil bit but now its all yucky poo!!!" I
    giggled. "Well we'll get your little hiney all clean now ok baby
    girl." She used wipe after wipe to get me clean. I enjoyed when
    mommy and Tammy changed me. Dad never really did it that often.


    After I was diapered I was put in my crib for a little nap before
    dinner. Finally dinner came and Tammy came in to get me. "Hi
    baby, it's din din time… lets wake up little sleepy head." she
    said to me as she picked me up out of the crib and held me and
    carried me to the kitchen. I was put into my highchair and fed my
    dinner. After dinner I got a bath and was playing with toys and I
    fell asleep on the living room floor. Tammy took me to my room,
    changed my wet diaper, brushed my teeth and got me all ready for
    bed. Mom came in and tucked me in and gave me a goodnight kiss.
    So did daddy, then they turned out the lights. As I lay in bed I
    was thinking of all the fun I was going to have this summer. I
    dozed off and slept like a baby.


    The next morning I woke up and laid in my crib in a soggy wet
    diaper. Soon after I was awake mommy came in and changed me and
    took me to where her and dad were in bed and let me lay between
    them. I feel back asleep, safely snuggled under the covers in my
    diapers, with mommy and daddy on both sides. A little later Tammy
    came into the room. "Mom, I had a really bad dream." she said
    while crying softly. "Oh come here sweetie." Mom said as she
    pulled her into bed with us. I woke up and I hugged her and she
    held onto me and we all four slept all cozy in the bed. Dad got
    up and went to work later in the morning but us girls just stayed
    cuddled up in bed just being lazy. I wet my diaper again but
    didn't care. I was so at peace snuggled in bed with my sister and
    mommy. I could tell Tammy felt better too since she came to sleep
    in bed with us.


    Tammy was awake and facing me, with her back toward mom, who was
    still sleeping. I felt Tammy's hand on my diaper and I opened my
    eyes. "it's just me little one, I was just checking your diaper
    to see if you were wet, but I see you must have already been
    changed because your only a little wet." she whispered. I smiled
    and winked at her. I snuggled closer to her, and lay my head on
    her chest and she held me close to her. I felt so safe and secure
    now. A warm peace flowed over me. I was safe in my warm diapers
    and in the arms of my sister and in the room with my mommy. As I
    took a deep breath and relaxed, I felt more pee release into my
    diaper. I smiled, and Tammy smiled back at me. "You wetted again
    didn't you silly?" "Yeppers, I tinkles in my dipees" I giggled
    softly. "You two are both silly." mom said, as she rolled over. I
    didn't know she was awake, I guess when Tammy and I were talking
    we woke her.


    Later that afternoon Laura came over and we played in my room.
    "Hey Tiff, remember how I was telling you on the buss the other
    day? that I wanted to try one of your diapers? Umm well.. uh..
    can I try one now?", she asked shyly. "Sure you can." I happily
    took out one of my disposable diapers and handed it to her. "You
    know how to put it on right?" I asked. "um.. yeah I guess. Um be
    right back I'm gonna go to the bathroom and try it on ok?" She
    went across the hall.


    She came back into the room crinkling like a little baby in
    diapers. "Aww your so cute in your little diapers", Tammy said as
    she came up behind Laura and patted her diapered tushie. Laura
    turned to her and blushed. "Oh its ok honey, I think you both are
    cute.", Tammy said as she left the room. "So how does it feel?"
    She stood there for a second. "Um.. hold on… ", she said while
    standing completely still and her face turned red and she
    blushed. "Um, Laura, did you just do tinkles in your diaper?", I
    asked her teasingly. "Yes… and WOW! I like!" She giggled and she
    plopped down on the floor on her padded bottom. "Aww, I glad you
    like it." I sat on the floor in front of her. We played some
    board games and when it was time for her to go, I called Tammy
    back in to change her before she left. "All done." Tammy said as
    she stood Laura up after changing her. I walked Laura to the door
    and said goodbye and then watched TV until dinner time.


    I spent allot of days outside playing with friends. Also being a
    baby and being changed. After a few weeks I had regressed to the
    point where I truly was baby-like and I depended on Mom and Tammy
    for everything. But they let me stay a baby the whole time. Even
    when we were going on vacation to have a family reunion. I
    wondered what this would be like, since this would be the first
    time they would see me in diapers and acting like a baby.




    Tiffany's Diaper Tales
    Volume I
    Chapter 005


    After a few weeks had passed I was just totally being a baby and
    stuff. my mother woke me up and got me changed and dressed.
    "Where are we going?", I asked. "Don't you remember honey, we are
    going on our vacation, to go see our family in Pennsylvania." she
    said while dressing me. "Oh yeah, I forgot we going there, but
    mommy they don't know I a baby now." "Well honey they'll find out
    soon enough. Besides they love you anyway they won't make fun of
    you. You'll have fun with all your cousins." She held me and
    comforted me. We loaded up the car and headed out. It was a two
    day drive.


    I sat in the backseat with Tammy and mom and dad were in the
    front, Dad was driving. We stopped at a rest stop about an hour
    into the trip to change me because I was wet, and everyone else
    had to go potty too. Then we stopped somewhere in a town up the
    road for lunch. I ate the kids meal and it was yummy. We left
    there and we drove for what seemed like an eternity. I laid down
    in the backseat and laid my head in Tammy's lap and she ran her
    hands through my hair and I dozed off.


    Tammy shook me awake a while later. "Honey your diapers loaded,
    you did poopoo while you were sleeping. We're at a rest stop so
    lets get you changed, ok honey?" She carried me out of the car
    and then helped me walk part of the way up to the rest stop
    building. As we got inside to the restrooms another family was
    changing one of their babies diapers. The mother said to Tammy,
    "Wow, isn't she a little old to be doing poopy diapers?" "Um
    well, she's a baby, I mean she's 8 years old, but she likes being
    babied and diapered." "Oh well I guess everyone's different…
    She's quite cute though. Hi little baby girl." she said to me as
    she carried her child out of the room. I just blushed and kind of
    felt silly. "Ok honey, now I have to go potty.", Tammy said as
    she carried me into owe of the stalls. She told me to stand there
    as she pulled her pants down and sat on the potty. A moment later
    she wiped herself and then opened the door and washed her hands.
    &

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    oops, here's the rest of ch 5 hehe

    oops i guess it cut off the last bit. here ya go.


    "Ok I will." I walked over to where my mother was talking to some
    of the adults. "Mommy can I go swimming? Pweez?" I asked in my
    baby voice. "Yes honey but you'll need a diaper change when you
    get out because your diapees will be soaked." I said ok and then
    ran back to the dock where my cousins were sitting. Then I went
    to the edge of the dock and then slipped off my shorts since I
    was in a diaper. I jumped in with my diaper rubber pants and my
    t-shirt on. It was quite hard to swim in wet diapers though.
    "Help… Help me!", I cried out to one of my cousins. I could
    barely stay afloat because the diapers were so thick and heavy
    and restricted my movement. They pulled me over to the shallow
    end and I sat next to Cindy and Anna and Sharon. We were in
    about 2 feet of water and just talked to them. They asked me
    allot of questions about what it was like to be a baby again, and
    what it was like being in diapers.


    After a while they called us up for lunch. When I got out of the
    water I realized how soaked and soggy my diaper was. My cousin
    Anna wanted to change me. She was used to changing diapers for
    her sister Cindy. So she took me over to her dad's truck and
    opened the tailgate and laid me there and changed me and put me
    in another diaper. Sharon and one other girl watched. Finally we
    got over to the picnic tables and ate. We had hamburgers and all
    kinds of yummy stuff.


    After a while we were all just sitting on chairs talking. Anna
    got up and started to walk toward the outhouse. Sharon called out
    to her and said, "Hey Anna, do you gotta go 1 or 2?" Anna just
    turned around and stuck up 2 fingers which meant she had to go
    poo. "I bet she wishes she had a diaper on and could just load
    her baby pants like I do." I smiled at Sharon. "Ewww! That's yucky
    though, isn't it?", Sharon asked. "Well yeah if you stay in it a
    long time, or for the person who is changing you it can be kinda
    yucky, but when your doing it in your diaper and when you first
    sit in a loaded diaper it feels wonderful!" A big smile formed on
    my face as I thought about how good messy diapers felt. "Wow
    cool, maybe I'll use one of Cindy's diapers when I stay over at
    Anna's house sometime." She seemed quite excited about the idea
    of being in diapers now.


    A while later Anna came back and sat down. "Feel better
    Anna?" I asked. She nodded. We continued to talk a while and
    then Sharon said she had to go pee. Instead of walking to the
    outhouse, she just ran and jumped in the pond. She turned toward
    us with her head above water and she was smiling at us. We could
    tell she was doing tinkles in her clothes underwater by the look
    on her face. When she finished peeing her pants, she got out of
    the water and came back over and sat down. "Wow, now your clothes
    are soaked. But anyway, that's a cool way to do tinkles in your
    pants and get away with it." I remarked. I then became still and
    started blushing. Anna knew what I was doing too. "Well looks
    like you're doing your tinkles in your diaper like the cute
    little baby that you are." I just smiled at them. It felt so good
    to be in a wet diaper with a cool breeze blowing and just being
    outside and being with my family.


    Later for dinner we had leftovers from lunch and then we were
    inside watching TV and playing some games. I loaded my diaper and
    my mommy changed me. Cindy had also done number two in her
    diapers, so her mom changed her too. We then returned to the
    living room and played a while longer. I fell asleep on the floor
    later on and dad carried me out to the car as we drove back to my
    grandpa's house for the night. I was sad to leave, but I knew
    that the time I had had there I would remember for a long time to
    come. As I cuddled into bed with Tammy I told her I loved her and
    that I was going to miss everyone up here. She comforted me and I
    fell asleep in her arms.


    A few days later we got ready to go back home. I called Anna on
    the phone to say goodbye and we said we would write each other.
    Once the car was packed up we headed out down the road on our way
    back home. I fell asleep in the car and we drove till late that
    night and then pulled over at a rest stop and slept in the car
    and then left that morning early. We only stopped two times to
    get something to eat. Tammy changed me in the backseat when I
    needed to be changed. She had on one of my disposable diapers and
    had gone pee in it and changed herself. Mom and dad both were in
    adult diapers the whole way home and only pulled over to quickly
    change each other. We made it back allot quicker this way. We had
    to do it this way because dad had to be back by Monday so he
    could get back to work. If it wasn't for this we would have took
    our time going back down. I thought it was cute that everyone
    decided to wet their diapers. At least no one else had to go
    number two accept for Tammy and I. Mom had to crawl in the
    backseat one time to help Tammy clean up. I don't think Tammy
    liked dirty diapers like I did though. We arrived home late
    Sunday night and we all just went inside and through our
    suitcases down and got our showers. Tammy and I in one bathroom
    and mommy and daddy in the other. Then we got our jammies on,
    Tammy changed me and we all went to bed and slept very well
    because we were all tired. I had a dream that night about the
    wonderful times I had on that vacation.

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    Tiffany's Diaper Tales: intro, prequel, ch 1-5

    Weve all read this story and know it's pretty good, but it is finished so it either belongs in the non-member stories or the completed stories. It's nice to see it again though

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    Tiffany's Diaper Tales: intro, prequel, ch 1-5

    "Cindy was one of my cousins who was
    retarded and had to wear diapers,"

    'retarded'

    This story is indeed of another era.

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    this story is not completed ...

    Hi

    I am currently working on new chapters of this story. I thought that it would be a good idea to catch new readers up by posting the previous chapters.

    It is a bit presumptuous to say that "we ALL have read this"

    As for the comment on "mental retardation" i'm not one to use politically correct words. Yes it makes me out of date to the modern way of speaking, but i don't mean any negativity by using the word retardation, or retarded.

    Anyway, I'm looking forward to getting back into writing again, so I need all the encouragement I can get

    If you still feel I should post my previously written chapters in completed stories area, then let me know.

    Thanks.

    -BabyTiffany4ever

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    Tiffany's Diaper Tales: intro, prequel, ch 1-5

    I think it's a compliment for me to say most of us have read it. You don't have to listen to me but if I were you I'd start a brand new story with new characters and a different plot and start again from scratch. Not that I don't like these characters bbut we've already had like 100 chapters

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    Tiffany's Diaper Tales: intro, prequel, ch 1-5

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    Tiffany's Diaper Tales: intro, prequel, ch 1-5

    That's why I think you should start from scratch

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    Tiffany's Diaper Tales: intro, prequel, ch 1-5

    Surprisingly, I've never read this story.

    I'm not sure why I haven't, as I have seen it online for awhile.

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    wow i guess i'm really out of touch with the abdl community

    I remember in 1998 finding Ashley's diaper adventures, and the double life of ariel crawford, etc. then i decided to write (with no prior experience, i only learned as i went along throught he series)

    Problem with me, is i'm so attached to the character's in Tiffany's Diaper Tales, i read it often, over and over, its MY fantasy, my sort of SKEWED reality… i dont know honestly if i could summon the motivation to come up with anything new or different.

    i enjoy the stories on here, the cute ones, but i 'm not really into the more sexual or humiliation or domination stuff. i have a tiny little nitch area that i focus on in my AB life.

    quite frankly, i'm to busy to give the time i gave back then to writing. So perhaps i will just continue to be a reader of the stories on this forum.


    I guess if anyone is interested in reading the story i also have it and my other works posted on

    http://www.asstr.org/~BabyInDiapers

    plus if u want to put tmp3's of it on your ipods etc.

    https://thepiratebay.org/torrent/412..._Bonus_Stories


    sighs… to be honest all those chapters were written while i worked at a dead end job through my 20's… now i've just finished my degree and am working full time and just can't do it like I used to i'm afraid. damn it sucks i'm turning 32 in a week… fuck it.

    i feel so old. my ab life jsut revolves now around wearing at night only and daydreaming breifly whenever i'm stressed… i'm no where near as obsessed or immersed in the thoughts feelings and actions of the ab life style. i didn't grow out of it, it just lost it's totalness for me.

    now when i'm feeling shitty i have a drink and then put on a story get diapered and go to bed and next morning rip the wet diaper off shower and go back to the real world. i know this sounds weird but i wonder if one day i'll just not even care about the fantasy anymore? id ont know why that scares me, but it does.

    anyway enough of m y rambling. thanx for the input.

    -babytiffany… not forever…

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