A Collaboration between Cute_Kitten and Personalias. It starts off as a trip to the zoo...and ends...well good or bad is a matter of point of view.
Of Leopards and Their Spots
By: Cute_Kitten and Personalias
A note to the reader: I’m not an Adult Baby, or a Diaper Lover, or Ageplayer, or AB/DL, or Little, or whatever you wanna call someone who...who likes wearing diapers and pretending to be a baby. I know that’s not how you’re supposed to start these kind of things, but it’s really important to me that you know where I’m coming from.
Was I ignorant of that fetish? No. Not at all. I’m not claiming that. I went through...an experimental phase in late high school...and early college...and all through my childhood I kept thinking about that one Tom and Jerry cartoon-you know the one-or that Bugs Bunny Cartoon...or that Porky Pig and Daffy cartoon...I think you’re missing the point here.
I could go for months at a time without ever visiting one of those sites. And I’d never visit a site that required me to become a member to look at their pictures or read the stories. I never made an account. I never wore “AB” diapers or bought big baby clothes. I haven’t worn diapers of any kind since I was potty trained. I never even thought of doubling up on underwear to get that padded feel; too risky,too many questions. People who get in too deep with that stuff never get out. They never have lives of their own, and they just get stuck living in their mom’s basements, swimming through their own sick fantasies.
That’s why I played it smart: I’d lurk. I’d skim. I’d satisfy any lingering curiosity, and then I’d go cold turkey...till the next time. I mean, you can’t really judge a person for what’s in their head, can you? If you have dirty thoughts, you’re still a virgin till you hook up with someone. Did I have those thoughts? Sometimes. Enough times. Maybe too often. But I didn’t act on those thoughts.
I’m not an AB/DL or Ageplayer or Little, or whatever. I never wore a diaper, or big baby clothes, or was a registered member with any of those sites, and what I may or may not have wanted at any given time is irrelevant, isn’t it? No sense in thought crime, is there? Point is, I was normal. I even had a girlfriend; operative word being “had”.
And when it comes down to it, that’s what this story is really about: How I had a girlfriend and how over the course of a day, I lost that relationship because of all this Adult Baby bullshit. By the way, my name’s Gavin. Prepare to hear about the weirdest and worst day of my life.
Stories of Age/Time Transformation