Have you ever gotten an idea stuck in your head that you can't get it out no matter what? Well, here is what has been keeping me up for two nights. Recently, I learned a new part of the Ben 10 fandom. The Chaquetrix fandom. It was something that popped up on my ticktock and looked interesting. The Chaquetrix is a version of the Omnitrix whose primary function is repopulating a species. Instead of becoming the alien, you summon an opposite-gender version of the alien. The alien falls in love with you and will want to do anything for you. (due to Ben being too young, the aliens only like Ben and dont fuck until he is an adult.) Ben can now summon cute alien hero girls at any time. Is it just an excuse to surround Ben with hot/cute alien girls? Yes. But there is enough of a story there to pique my interest. Being me, I immediately started thinking of how to diaper someone and make it make sense. For most of the characters, it would only make sense to diaper them in a simple gag.
Christmas Regression [ABDL] by bricks66, literature
Literature
Christmas Regression [ABDL]
Disclaimer: Contains Mental Regression, Wetting, Messing, a little bit of tragedy, a whole lot of magic, and dead parents coming back as ghosts who accept their daughter’s weird side. All Alexis wanted for Christmas this year was a good night's sleep. Those had been hard to come by this year. Ever since she had lost her mom and dad, it had been seven months of hell. All the things she hated seemed to have become a little worse, all the things she loved were harder to enjoy, and though she was getting better it was happening slowly. She’d lie awake at night wondering if she could regain the kind of happiness she used to have.Her friends did their best to keep her spirits up, but some things she couldn’t share even with them. One of those things was so ridiculous it almost made her want to laugh at herself. Alexis was an ABDL. She loved diapers, playtime, mental regression, it was all so wonderful to her. It wasn't even a sexual thing for her, it was just a way to relax, a hobby
“Mum?” Rufus entreated in a low trembling whine, hovering awkwardly by the park bench. “Can we go?” His mother looked up from her book, regarding the morose eleven year old with surprise “We only just got here, honey.” “It’s that boy from school.” he confessed, staring down at the dusty ground so that his soft bunches of light auburn curls fell protectively over his milky blue eyes “He’s here.” “Do you want me to talk to him?” Rufus gave a panicked start, shaking his head vigorously “No! Please don't…” he pleaded. The bullies were already calling him a baby, he didn't want them making fun of him for being a mama's boy too! His mother let out a light admonishing tut at her son’s self-conscious timidity, but didn’t press the issue. Instead, she took up the end of the short red leather dog lead she had tied to the armrest of the bench, prompting Rusty, Rufus’ four month old Alsatian puppy, to get up from his position in the shade, bound excitedly across the grass, and sit