Sunday, 6 April 2014

The Trail

Author's Note: This is just a juvenile and dirty fantasy story, definitely based around a real person. The narrator themselves could be of either gender. This is about the danger of having long-term crushes, magic powers, and strange edge-fetishes which might go unfulfilled and begin to become projected onto those that you're intrigued by. I'd considered writing this story before, but it was re-inspired by some artwork by lilhp at tumblr.


The Trail
by AusDpr

It begun, I realize now, six months ago, when I discovered the ancient book on magic.

I'd immediately engrossed myself, learning everything that there was to unlock the secrets of the arcane, having never expected such a find in our objectively non-magical modern world.

If I'd known then that I could create magical events simply by wishfully dreaming it, I might have taken a different tact to my magic self-education. Instead I became a sorcerer of the highest calibre, something of the likes which hasn't been seen for hundreds of years, throwing myself deeply into the studies.

And I'd often think of you.

So when it was that I was finished with the wild experience, ready to return to normal life which I had nearly neglected for so long, I was surprised to discover that your flatmate didn't seem to remember you. Oh they remembered me, and so did many of our mutual friends, but of you they scratched their head. I'd ask who lived in the other room, and they'd look confused, as if unable to recall. I quickly wiped their memories of the day, deciding to have them forget the perplexing questions, and set out to do my own sleuthing, augmented powers in tow.

You'd definitely existed, that much was clear, it was simply as if you'd disappeared one day and people's memories of such had been suppressed to keep everybody carefree and happy about the event. The question was, who had done it? And what?

I scried for your location, and found only the faintest hint in your bedroom, somewhere where you had been before you had gone somewhere else. I rummaged about for clues in your panty drawer, because, hey, it seemed like a good place to double-check, before I finally did what I knew that I had to do to start with and opened an inter-world portal, following the trail to where you had gone.

I came to a suburbia which looked normal enough, but soon realized that the scale of the place was significantly larger, and resized myself up. A hint was forming in the back of my mind, and I began scrying again in contemplative curiosity.

Following your trail, I came across the first strong hint of what had probably happened to you - a giant couple my own size walking along the sidewalk, pushing a double-seated stroller with a boy and girl in the front. Except, while it didn't stand out immediately, I soon realized that the cranky looking denizens of the stroller were regular adults of the size of our own world. The girl in the pink dress was clearly diapered, her legs spread white to accommodate the bulk and the strap of her stroller harness, and while it was more difficult to tell with the guy, given that he was wearing a pair of blue denim shortalls with snaps on the crotch, I suspected that he almost inevitably was also.

I slowed my pace, and began to think. By this stage in my wizard mastery I knew that a sorcerer's untempered dreams could be a very potent form of spellcasting, possibly more than anybody could do consciously, where magic relied on the fantastical childlike part of the brain that is locked away in adulthood.

This world, it was eerily like a place that I had imagined, for almost as long as I 'd had imagination. I passed a front lawn where a giant-sized man held the wrist of a regular sized cute guy high above his head, while the large man swatted the bare bottom of the bawling boy furiously, a disposable diaper laying open on the grass. The giant admonished the 'boy' loudly for having taken off his diaper and trying to run away, while the guy bawled and repeatedly promised that he was sorry Daddy. The spanking finished as I walked by, and soon the crying guy was being carried back inside, his naked red bottom high in the air as he was pinned under his new father's arm.

I quickened my pace.

The scrying trail lead to a quite welcoming looking 3 story home, a large front lawn covered in a variety of children's toys from a few rubber animals to swings to a pink rocking pony. Oh, what had I done? Is this what I'd done to you? You had ageplay tastes, yes, but I don't know if outright toddler-hood was necessarily your main area of interest.

Deciding that it might be better to take on a disguise before potentially encountering you in this place, I switched my form to that of a muscled teenaged girl in a cheerleader's outfit, breathing casually to relax myself into the new body, feeling anxious as I wondered what lay beyond that door, what you might have been doing for the past 6 months as I'd learned the ways of magic in near solitude, unaware that a crush had perhaps been affected by my random fantasies until now.

I knocked.

A man answered the door, looking handsome enough I supposed, a hard-faced suburban dad with a pencil moustache. I waved my hand, and a moment later he smiled enthusiastically as a glazing passed over his eyes.

He greeted me as if we were old friends, and invited me in as if he'd been expecting me.

The inside of the house was nice enough, about what you'd expect for a family able to afford a luxurious three story home in the suburbs. There was a polished wooden foyer, a room with a large couch off to one side, carpeted stairs and a wooden handrail leading up. I looked around with nervous excitement. The trail to you lead here, this quiet and cool house which I found myself in, now out of the sun.

"I suppose you're here for the clock?" he asked enthusiastically, and I nodded suddenly coming out of my dazed trepidation. I'd had to come up with some cover story upon arrival, and implanting the idea in his mind that I was there to pick something up had been simple enough.

He made for the stairs, and I followed, spotting a large playpen in the room to one side, and a highchair in the kitchen to the other, before joining him on the soft carpeted stairway and making our way up.

We went to the second floor, and then the third, and he collected a small antique clock from a pile of junk. I thanked him and quickly put it back where it had come from, magically wiping his mind of the memory that he'd just given it to me.

"So," I begun, looking about hopefully, "Whose stuff is that in the front yard anyway? The toys, the swings, you know."

"Oh!" he said as his face lit up, "That's our daughter, my wife is with her now."

"Your daughter?" I asked excitedly, "Oh can I meet her?"

The scrying led to this house, could his daughter be?... I supposed that there was still his wife who would potentially fit the bill, and followed silently down to the second floor as he enthusiastically took me to the last bedroom along the hall.

We knocked gently, and I poked my head in with a big grin, remembering that I was a bouncy muscled teenage girl now who would love such things.

A woman who I didn't recognize was reading a book in a large chair by the window, looking up at me with surprise and then exclaiming happily as she too recognized me as a family friend, as per my spell.

She used my false identity name and rushed over for a hug, and I laughed cheerfully while trying to glance about the room. It was a large playroom, filled with toys and furniture befitting a child of around 2 to 6.

Things calmed down and she stepped back to whisper while mentioning that the baby was asleep, pointing to an open doorway which led into another room. I nodded and began exploring slightly as the husband went to fetch us tea, and poked and prodded at everything that I found like a teen girl who was really interested in having children someday, my own cover personality maybe bleeding in a little more than I'd expected to make it feel all the more natural.

I came to a changing table and nearly felt dizzy at the stack of diapers I saw there, the lidded dirty diaper pail that I saw on the ground besides that. Oh dear oh dear, could it be? Had I really wished a certain reality for you? I pressed gently on the diaper pail foot pedal to flip open the top, and sure enough it was filled with wrapped up dirty diapers, many appearing just yellowed but some sporting a darker browner mark.

I let the lip drop, and walked back to my 'friend', smiling at her as I felt as if we'd known each other for as many years as the spell suggested. Something about all this felt right, but I still didn't have direct confirmation.

"Can I see her?" I asked in a whisper, "Just quietly?"

She beamed and nodded, and led me into the smaller side room as a gentle guide. A crib stood in the quiet little space, and tip-toeing over I saw a form in the crib, curled up in a footed sleeper and grasping a Teddy Bear. Even against the footed sleeper, it was obvious that the smaller woman was heavily diapered, a thick padding running the length of from her lower back and down between her legs to her other half which was hidden from our angle.

While most of her was hidden by the sleeper and mess of hair at the top, I tip-toed around to get a clear view of her face.

Sure enough, there lay my mysteriously-disappeared crush, sleeping with her mouth open while she hugged a teddy bear in a giant crib, a thick diaper clearly visible between her legs form the other side of the crib now. My heart beat in my chest, my head spun, and it was like I melted as I thought that it was just the perfect sight.

Your adoptive giant mother was standing over the other side of the crib and beaming, as if to say "She's a perfect little cutie isn't she?"

I smiled back, and reached down to gently brush my hand over your sleeping face, pushing the hair to one side. Something told me that you hadn't had the easiest time coming here, but had adjusted reasonably well and now saw yourself as an adult little girl. I had a sneaking suspicion that you hadn't so much as seen a toilet in six months, let alone been allowed to sit on one, and had been thrust rather unfairly into my darkest fantasies of being a perpetually diaper-clad prisoner of childhood.

We tip-toed out, and I beamed at your mother, a woman who I could tell could be quite stern and menacing given the hardened lines on her face.

"Oh she's perfect!" I exclaimed once we were out of the nursery, walking down the hall.

She laughed, and told me it had been a journey, but with a correct punishment regime, their daughter had come around and learned to accept her place, with them as her stern and infallible parents, and her as somebody with no power, no lifestyle maturity, who deferred to them in everything.

We went downstairs and sipped tea, her telling me that she was hoping to return to work soon, now that they'd gotten their family settled in. I could tell just by looking at her, she was a hardass manager type, and living under both of these parents would probably be an experience in harsh words and discipline for my crush. Had I wished that for her? I'd been a little crank with her for not making up her mind, with turning flirtatiously hot and cold - had I sent her to a house of spankings and re-educational lectures as punishment?

I snapped out of it as I realized that they were offering me a babysitting job. Something about helping me pay my wage through college. I suddenly remembered the personae that I'd taken on, and nodded.

"I've love to!" I exclaimed cheerfully, already know that I'd like to play the good cop to their bad cop. I'd never need to spank you, I'd be the one grownup in the world who treated you like a friend, with sympathy for a sore bottom, while gently encouraging you to understand that early bedtimes are for your own good, that in this world, you are legally and socially a child and had only the choice of fully accepting and embracing that.

It wouldn't be easy, I knew, in fact you might never fully adjust to second childhood, and going by what I'd seen on the walk here, that didn't seem that uncommon. With a wave of my hand, I put our old world on hold, freezing it in stasis until I felt that we - or maybe just I - were ready to return to it. Accepting the job offer, I shook their hands, and made my way out into the sunshine, smiling and enjoying this new perfect world, and the feeling of my youthful busty athletic teen babysitting body.

I couldn't believe it, but I'd be soon spoonfeeding you in your highchair, putting you into cute little outfits, brushing your hair, hell, changing your diapers, which was very intimate, and even bathing you.

And over the past few months, I feel that we've really bonded, me being the only large 'grownup' in your life who doesn't treat you entirely patronizingly, and more like a cute, funny, and slightly confused child, while encouraging you to accept that - even if I'm younger than you as a teenager in this world, by the rules and customs of this place I am the adult, and you are the child, and trying to avoid or deny that is just silly. I've seen realization spread across your face as you've come to understand that what I've said is true, particularly helpful by that you were sitting in my lap, looking up at me, having been put there to be allowed to watch a daytime TV show a little above your set maturity level.

I've had fun bathing you, tickling you, dressing you up in your cutest outfits that your parents have picked for you and taking you out shopping - I think that you're even starting to enjoy looking for new toys, getting to wander the pink aisles of the girl's section, while I laugh and smile at you to see you waddling so hopelessly with the diaper under your tights, which may well be wet or messy by now knowing how your control is slipping with no perfect time to restrain yourself for.

Of course, you will never read this, you can't, but given that you're currently at ballet practice and then will come home and take a nap, I find it cathartic to put the experience into words, to really ensure that this is what I want. And, as I remember back at how hard it was to woo you, at how flirtatiously hot and cold you would be to me back in our old life where you were an adult and got to wear panties and thought yourself my equal or better, I know that this is an improvement. You may not exactly look at me with enthusiasm here, but you have a clear hint of hope in your eyes whenever I arrive to babysit for the day, and I think that you enjoy being played with, being called cute and adorable over and over, and being cared for and dressed as a carefree adult child.

There was a reason that I fell for you in the first place, I saw the types of ruffled and bow-donned outfits that you used to look at curiously, you told me of the things which you had hidden away in your closet. Well, now here you are, getting the full experience as you are properly pampered, spanked, and put to bed early by strict parents - probably much further than you would have ever thought you'd have liked to go, but that's just the reality of being a child now isn't it?

My final thought for the day is that it's nice when discovering a tome of magic actually has a happy ending.

Thursday, 6 March 2014

Comics/books at Lulu

Hi all, it appears that Lulu's brief sale has ended, sorry about that. For reference, my 3 comics/stories so far are -


World of the Immortals, where an Earth-based college student travels to another world, where they decide to keep her as a baby.

Prisoners of the Nanny Bots, where an arguing space-travelling family comes across a robotic nursery, and their mother happily allows the over-eager nanny-bots to diaper and spank her two argumentative adult daughters, though it looks like the robots may not stop there.


Island of the Giants: Undercover at Daycare, a prize-winning journalist sneaks into the daycare on an island of unusually tall people, intended to get a scoop on reports that they're keeping short foreigners as captive oversized adult children - but she might just end up getting a long-term first hand account. This one was a bit lower quality and cheaper, with black & white images.

Monday, 3 March 2014

Caption - A World Of Sweet Dreams For Sweet Cutiepies

I’ve been feeling the need for a happier story as of late, though rest assured that domination themes will return without fail. ;)

Sunday, 2 March 2014

Diaper Dimension - The Glance Back

This is yet another fan piece set in Princess Pottypant's Diaper Dimension, though this time inspired by a scene from a new fan fiction story available here.

There's also a slightly different version on DeviantArt.

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Book Release - Prisoners of the Nanny Bots

Hi all!

I've just released a lengthy new illustrated & colored novel with heavy ABDL domination themes, which has been in the works for a few months now. It was originally inspired by the old 'Lost In Space' fan story by Hal, though morphed into something quite different in the end. Usual themes for my kind of stories, check the rest of my blog to see if you're unsure.

Prisoners Of The Nanny Bots

When a feuding wealthy family travels to one of Earth's first space colonies, the last thing that they expect to find is an automated nursery, which even more bizarrely seems intent on keeping the adult daughters in diapers as if they are oversized babies. Their frustrated mother happily obliges, wanting her adult daughters out of her hair, but where will the machine stop? Will the two adult sisters ever get out of diapers once their mother has unlocked all of the machine's features? Or are the argumentative women finally going to learn what it means to be good girls? 

(63,000 word novel with bonus 24 colored illustrations)

[Purchase Link: $12.99 on Lulu]

(Note: This is as usual an amateur indie project, not the highest art quality around, though I am happy to say that I've made a few stylistic changes which I think really improved the quality of my art on previous work)

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Small Caption - Journey To The Countryside

Just something brief, with a bit more of a classical straight-forward AB domination theme.

Monday, 2 December 2013

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Undercover at The Daycare Art

Just something from the Undercover at the Daycare story, which was coloured in the PDF and I thought perhaps looked better as uncoloured line art. While the work isn't exactly profitable per hour, it's enough to make writing dirty abdl plots feel a little bit more productive, and I'm hoping to do some more exciting projects in the future, hopefully with more artwork next time.

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Some pretty wonderful Batgirl in Diapers Art

I thought that some people might like to know about the massive treasure trove of batgirl diaper art being submitted by the artist 'Cage' over at omuchan, dug up after having been hidden and only partially released for years.

Friday, 22 November 2013

Illustrated Story - Undercover at The Daycare, Island of the Giants

Heya all,

I've been working on an illustrated story for a while, focusing on the usual themes on this blog (giants, spanking, diapers, etc). It's about thirteen thousand words long, with 17 black & white illustrations, plus a few smaller drawings.


When a prize-winning journalist hears unbelievable stories about an island nation filled with unusually tall people, who keep petite adult foreigners as child-like submissives, she is compelled to investigate, thinking that realistically she won’t find anything.

Kim decides on sneaking into the secretive country and infiltrating a local daycare, thinking that it will at least be fun to imagine being a kid again, with all the cuteness and carefree opportunities that it would bring, and hating to admit that she enjoys the thoughts of the erotic domination overtones, though expects to find nothing, and be back out by the day’s end. Unfortunately, the rumours might not be completely unfounded, and Kim may find her visit to childhood to be far less temporary than she expected...

[Purchase Link: $5.99 on Lulu]

It's an amateur project, and is just meant to be a bit of dirty fun.

Genuine real life forced diaper & regression therapy of adults

This is almost unbelievable, but appears to be well documented, with a published book from a long-term 'therapist' 'mother', describing her experiences in detail. The book is titled "All my Children", but doesn't seem to be available digitally anywhere.

While it was probably quack medicine, and often dark (tied to beds and forced into diapers, forced regressed living for years on end), the reports describe some deeply intriguing events, including full diapering and use, spanking, adult adoption, breastfeeding, and so on, which is almost impossible to believe. Unfortunately it had a dark ending where there was an accidental death between two men, but the earlier stuff is impossibly intriguing.

Supposedly, the therapy was quite popular and simply went underground, as well as global outside the US, and may be practiced in various places today, though probably not to the same extent. A few of the more interesting snippets from stories (link 1) (link 2):

Dr. Schiff practiced a unique brand of psychotherapy: she, and many other psychiatrists of her day, believed that mental illness was largely the result of poor parenting: parents who were absent, parents who were neglectful, and parents who were abusive. She believed that the best therapy for such patients was, essentially, reverting to infancy and trying again.

That's right: Dr. Schiff's patients came to live with her in her home (considered a mental health facility in its day), and were regressed back to childhood. Many were diapered, fed baby food and baby bottles, and punished with corner time and other childlike punishments.

This went on for years. Dr. Schiff had dozens of patients, including many who resided in her facility for a number of years. She had high chairs and cribs, and the place was stocked with adult diapers of every size and style. Patients would either live with her full time in a permanent infant state, or even just drop by for a night of baby food and baby bottles.

Dr. Schiff's therapies were revolutionary. At one point she was doing monthly conferences where dozens of doctors would join her to learn how to perform transactional therapy in their own clinics. In some of these they would actually practice putting each other in diapers, soiling them, changing each other... you get the idea.

Over time, Dr. Schiff's reputation began to take a hit. She adopted several of her patients - not the taboo then that it would be today - and some of them even went on to become her assistants, serving as caretakers for the next group of patients.

Another patient gave a deposition in the case describing an atmosphere of terror in which the cardinal sin was failing to call Schiff "mom." For that, patients could expect a severe beating. She said that one patient was forced to drink dish-washing detergent every time he mentioned his natural parents. She said that she once witnessed Schiff suckling a patient and that she had been offered Schiff's breast as well, with the caveat not to be too disappointed if mom failed to produce milk.


Schiff considered "sick feelings" and psychotic anger "relics of a sick infancy and childhood" and believed that if a patient regressed to infancy or childhood--to a period that predated the pathology--the therapist could eliminate the "negative messages" instilled by the parents and substitute healthy ones as the patient progressed through each developmental stage. Schiff called the process reparenting, and described it to her TA colleagues as "de-cathecting" the patient's Parent ego state and then re-creating it from scratch.

Reparenting required an enormous commitment from the therapist. Schiff's patients moved into her six-bedroom house in Fredericksburg, Virginia; severed ties with their biological parents; and began calling her "mom" and her husband, Moe (also a psychiatric social worker), "dad." Schiff identified each patient's regressed age as the age at which the patient seemed to function and then treated him as if he were actually that age--which meant she wound up diapering, bottle-feeding, bathing, and disciplining adult patients. Only she didn't refer to them as adults or patients, even when speaking about them to her colleagues. She always called them her children or her "schizophrenic babies."

The reparented child's new mother "is the most important thing in the entire world," Schiff wrote in a 1969 article that introduced reparenting to her colleagues. "Nothing must be allowed to threaten his relationship with her." By then, the 35-year-old Schiff had made herself "the most important thing" to a lot of people. When the New York Times published a feature about her that year, she was mothering 18 "children" whose real ages ranged from 9 to 29. "Between bottles," the reporter observed, "some of them smoke cigarettes."

Later that year, Schiff (collaborating with author Beth Day) published a best-selling book about her work called All My Children. She toured the country, a reparenting guru, with "cured" patients in orbit, demonstrating that they were smart, lucid, and undeniably functional. She legally adopted some of her "children," credited them with helping her develop her ideas.

Neither the press nor Schiff's colleagues seemed concerned that she'd written of administering corporal punishments, such as spankings and belt whippings. Although regression was controversial in traditional therapy and touching patients taboo--whether hugging or spanking--Schiff's peers generally lauded her efforts. When questioned about her methods, Schiff said, simply, that they worked. That was good enough. As one official of the National Institute of Mental Health told the New York Times, "She gets results, and you can't argue with that," though he cautioned that it was too early to tell whether the results were permanent.

Schiff collected more and more "babies," almost compulsively it seemed

Shortly after moving to California, Jacqui Schiff presided over a massive network of reparenting outlets. She founded the Cathexis School, for children with psychiatric problems; the Cathexis Institute, a research, teaching, and outpatient treatment center; and the Schiff Family, a residential therapeutic community consisting of more than a dozen households in the San Francisco area, populated by people with and without mental illnesses. (At some point, she'd generalized her treatment; anyone who'd been raised by less than perfect parents was a candidate.)


Jacobs went to Alamo, California, in June of 1975 to learn reparenting from Schiff. By then he was a provisional teaching member of the ITAA, training therapists under supervision. He was only a three-part oral exam away from obtaining the highest membership level. Six of his trainees accompanied him to California. They stayed at a Christian retreat center Schiff had rented near her house to accommodate the 40 or so therapists from all over the country who'd come for the weeklong workshop.

In the mornings the group would sit in a big oval and listen to Schiff or someone on her staff lecture. The anecdotes they shared from the annals of reparenting usually seemed apocryphal to Jacobs. But when the group broke in two for therapy, Jacobs saw Schiff at her dazzling best, intuitive and effective.

One morning toward the end of the week, Schiff sent Jacobs's group outside for a marathon therapy session, instructing everyone to "get little." Jacobs found the order to regress a bit odd--there wasn't a schizophrenic among them--but he went along with it. He even attempted to settle a grievance by throwing a rubber ball at someone, and then stood there shamefaced as he got hollered at for it. After a kid's lunch--cheeseburgers, french fries, Kool-Aid, and ice cream--Jacobs was wearing down. "At about three o'clock," he recalls, "I was like fucking bored." Schiff had disappeared inside with a few women from the group, so Jacobs told one of her minions that he'd had it with the kid stuff. He was informed that he needed Schiff's permission to be an adult again. He went to find her and came across a bizarre scene: the three women she'd taken inside lay on the floor in diapers.

Schiff motioned for Jacobs to sit down, and he watched in astonishment as she berated one of the women for failing to defecate, calling her "stubborn and resistant." Then, as if the scene wasn't weird enough, two of Schiff's sons--one reparented, one biological--burst into the room scuffling with a young female patient they were dragging toward a corner. Schiff often made patients stand in corners. She considered "corner contracts" a form of "passivity confrontation," as they afforded patients the opportunity to contemplate their behavior or issues of importance to them. The young woman getting hauled off to the corner, however, resisted adamantly and at one point tried to knee the reparented son, Shea

The next morning, Jacobs's cigarette burned into a windowsill while he was shaving. Schiff found out about it and upbraided him at the group meeting, encouraging others to follow suit. Everyone in the group--including his six trainees--laid into him. They were disappointed in him. They had looked up to him, and he had let them down. They were afraid of him.

It was humiliating, and it only got worse. Schiff pronounced Jacobs too dangerous to be left alone and put him on arm's-length supervision. For the next 24 hours, Schiff or one of her staff members would accompany Jacobs everywhere he went--even to the toilet. He found the punishment wholly absurd but felt coerced into submitting. Otherwise, Schiff had made clear, she would sabotage his career.

The punishment occurred on the last day of the workshop. While the rest of the group went into San Francisco to sightsee, Jacobs stayed by Schiff's side like a puppy learning to heel. They ran errands in her pink Mustang (pink, she told him, so her sons would be less likely to ask for the keys). That night Schiff brought Jacobs back to her house, where she lived with about ten "schizophrenic children." He slept on a mat at the foot of her bed. In the morning, the "kids" served Schiff coffee and toast as she lay in bed talking on the phone. When Jacobs asked if he could get up and get something to eat, she said no, he'd have to wait until she finished her conversation.

Later that morning, at the retreat center, Schiff asked Jacobs to address the group. He previously had arranged for Schiff and Shea to return with him to Chicago for workshops, and he worried that if he didn't say something that appeased them they would cancel. Jacobs conjured up a contrite speech about how he'd carelessly endangered everyone's life. He peppered it with Schiffian jargon, and all was well.


Schiff, it turned out, had left Virginia in disrepute. A patient at the Schiff Rehabilitation Project in Fredericksburg had charged her with assault and battery, saying he'd been forcibly gagged, diapered, tied to a bed, and beaten

The home came under scrutiny in 1991, after a local council official complained that a friend who resided there had become totally dependent on therapists and unable or unwilling to assert her own will. The official, Mark Stein, accused the staff of exercising cultlike practices and of falsely diagnosing people as schizophrenic. Although Schiff at that point was no longer involved in the home (she and Robinson had parted ways over such philosophical differences as whether it was appropriate to use discomfort to motivate thinking), Robinson still employed Schiffian techniques, techniques that struck Stein, during visits to his friend, as weirdly terrifying. He told an English newspaper that he'd observed a woman tied to Robinson by a rope that represented an umbilical cord; on a subsequent visit he saw the same woman wearing diapers, sucking her thumb, and making babylike noises. He also once observed a patient standing in a corner for an extended period of time, and later learned that the patient had remained there for 24 hours, allowed to sit during the night but not sleep.

Back in the States, reparenting hadn't suffered much of a setback in Schiff's absence. Some therapists began calling the treatment by a new name, "corrective parenting," to distance themselves from Schiff. But others still openly aligned themselves with her, and some even hired her to give training workshops and lectures. In 1987, ten years after the first stirrings of the Schiff controversy, a California psychologist conducted a survey of reparenters and found that many still used classic Schiffian techniques. Of the 134 respondents, 22 percent admitted to spanking some of their clients; 82 percent to making clients stand in a corner; 46 percent to bathing clients; 48 percent to doing "toileting work"; and 7 percent to breast-feeding. That same year the book TA Today described reparenting as one of the three main schools of TA, claimed that the Schiffian method had "proven effective" as a treatment for both psychotic and nonpsychotic populations, and noted that some of Schiff's "children" were among "the most respected theorists, therapists and teachers in present-day TA."

I'm gathering from the story about Jacobs, that the four women diapered and made to use their diapers / stand in the corner weren't in fact patients, but therapists on the retreat learning about the technique, since it mentioned that there were no patients amongst them.


I thought that a glimpse of what might have been would be fun, where a petite woman is seen here who only signed up to learn a little about the treatment for her PhD training, or perhaps just wanted some minor stress therapy... She finds herself locked into a nursery thickly diapered, and told that she'll learn to be one of the cute 'babygirls' of the family, which sounds an awful lot like more than just a short treatment. Her 'short stay' turns into days, weeks, months, with frequent punishment, re-education to see her therapist as her 'Mommy', signing a form which she eventually learns was agreeing to be legally adopted, and even being taken out in public to restaurants and such in the role, flanked by her oppressive 'siblings' and treatment helpers, one of several family babies, and soon realising that there's going to be nothing short term or temporary about her stay...

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Fan Fiction - Princess Pottypant’s Diaper Dimension Universe - Put In Her Place

An enormous story for a single image, but I don't like mixing and matching if they're not from the same set. Recommend opening the image in a new tab, or viewing on DeviantArt which allows larger image sizes than blogger.

Saturday, 2 November 2013

Cute story on Degraded Damsels

While the Degraded Damsels blog doesn't often focus on ageplay stories, there was a very cute story started up over there which may not be finished (or may rely on fan interest for being finished), but is still a fun read in the meantime, so I thought that I'd send some people in that direction.

On an additional note, it appears that the Pigtails & Pacifiers site has finally launched, which looks to have some particularly cute imagery from an author who seems to tend to prefer things from the more shy & embarrassed dominated-in-diapers angle, so I'm hoping that it might provide some variety over the usual models smiling at the camera content that tends to dominate the industry.

Monday, 7 October 2013

Infantilist Cartoon Character

Pink Diaper's DeviantArt Blog lead me to stumbling across this video involving a lesbian adult baby character and her caretaker, as part of the official story, which I thought was pretty neat. She's only a secondary character, but it's still not something which I would have expected to see handled seriously, rather than as a joke.

edit: Since the video disappeared from youtube, I've uploaded a version to blogger here, which unfortunately reduces the quality:


Saturday, 28 September 2013

Is this the only dress that you have?...

I started this for a comic, but don't know if I'm ever going to get time to do the rest, so decided to change the story a little and put it up. The image may appear in a comic again one day...

(To open it in full size, opening the image link in a new tab seems to work)

Thursday, 29 August 2013

Nanny Vanessa, The Perfect Dominatrix Nanny?

Nanny Vanessa, over at PlasticNappy, seems to be a well-kept secret from the abdl world, who I only recently discovered by accident. She has the perfect stern nanny look in my opinion, and I thought that a small clip segment was sorely needed to show that off...

In this clip she takes no nonsense from a bratty adult-baby Sasha - perhaps as a lesbian dealing with an ex-girlfriend who refused to get a job, who now is discovering what the alternative is...


I imagine that releasing her on prissy girls who think that they're the centre of the universe would be a great deal of fun...

Sunday, 25 August 2013

Erza Scarlet's Diaper Trouble

While I don't watch Fairy Tail anymore (due to the story seemingly going nowhere...), I did hear about Erza Scarlet's age-regression misadventure, and was inspired to start a sketch which turned into a full blown drawing.

Friday, 23 August 2013

Some Giantess Art

This piece over at DeviantArt seemed right up the alley of my esteemed blog readers (come to think of it I'm not 100% sure that I know what esteemed means, but it sounds good).

I suppose that a witch may be dealing with a rude and noisy college-aged neighbour who constantly refused to tone her parties down, and now is going to get a very long lesson in proper raising...

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Rapunzel's (Step)mother Knows Best.

Just a piece of exceptionally good ageplay-family-themed art that I stumbled across, created by unduingtota at deviantart.

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Caption - Returning the Favour

Caption Story - The Winner

I saw this on Tumblr, and figured that I had to race to caption it before anyone else did (Because, in the game of abdl captions, you either win or you die).

Saturday, 27 July 2013

A few hidden regression pieces from around the net

In the past few days I've stumbled across several interesting surprises hidden around the net, which don't seem to getting published anywhere else, so I thought that I'd send some love their way.

The Long Weekend

By an author who also appears to be starting up a photo site (Pigtails & Pacifiers), The Long Weekend is hidden away on Tumblr. From a brief Fetlife visit, it also appears that the model in that photo is 30 years old, showing that regression via cuteness is never implausible. ;)

The latest chapter is also not tagged on Tumblr, so be sure to check out the main tumblr page if you make it that far as well.

The Flower Girl

From Daring Diane, amongst other stories, comes a fairly fantastic The Flower Girl, as well as The Fixers. (I thought that LittleBrides made for a suitable photo for this one).

Sunday, 14 July 2013

Diaper Dimension Fan Art

This is another piece based on Princess Pottypants' fantastic Diaper Dimension story, since the author was swell enough to work a little idea of mine into her latest chapter. Just a sketchy envisioning of events which may have unfurled regarding one of the side characters in Princess's story...

edit: There are higher resolution links on my DeviantArt account.

Thursday, 30 May 2013

Diaper Princess - Really Full Diaper

Not much of an update, but I stumbled across this channel on youtube, and it reinspired some thoughts of mine about how diapers on film often tend to come out awkwardly and unlike like the mental image which I have upstairs, whereas this video seems to somehow capture a bit of the fetishtic essence of how I imagine diapers to look and sound. I guess that it helps that is has no talking, as it can just be a diaper clad unfortunate protagonist of some regression story investigating their embarrassing new (& used) underwear. ;)

Saturday, 18 May 2013

Penance of the new student...


She nervously bent over in silence, unsure what other choice she had. How could she tell them that she was supposed to be the new teacher? That some bitchy seventeen year old had blackmailed her on her first morning, carrying an article about her student-teacher affair at a previous school, and that the tall girl had forced the blushing petite teacher into a schoolgirl's uniform and braided hair, declaring that their identities would be switched on their mutual first day? She closed her eyes and prayed as the Nun commanded, wondering if this was her penance for the scandalous story which she'd stayed so well hidden from up until now...

As the smacks started falling, she gasped and tried to tell herself that she could probably still talk to the principle and set things right after her horrific spanking ordeal. The nun picked up speed however, and soon she found herself losing focus and willpower, retreating into a frightened part of her mind as she began to feel like the naughty little schoolgirl. When the nun finished and ordered the sobbing student off to class with an authoritative point at the door, the girl found herself in no position to go through with her plan of talking to the principle, and instead ran off as instructed, panties flashing with each sobbing bounce. As she went, she realised how much worse she was making it for herself, how much harder it would be to get out of her new role if she actually turned up to class. The spanking had served its purpose though, and she had been well taught the lesson of obeying grown ups, leaving her little willpower to do anything else except turn up to class as instructed, sniffling and apologizing for being late on her first day, and grimacing as she sat her stinging rear on the heavy wooden chairs of the old catholic school.

As she sat there wide eyed in class, looking around the classroom from a perspective which she hadn't seen in years, she wondered how things could get any worse. She didn't even know yet about the fabricated note which the student had put in at the head office, describing her as frequently incontinent, and disappointingly disobedient when it came to staying in her much needed triple-layer diapers - which she should be kept in at at all times by the burly school nurse, not to mention that her skirt should be flipped up by a teacher at the start of every lesson, to make sure that she hadn't slipped out of them once again...

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Another Incident in the Diaper Dimension

This isn't entirely following the story right now, but it's fun for the interim. ;)

(opening it in a new tab with full zoom is recommended)

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Diaper Dimension Prisoner

This is based on Princess Pottypant's ongoing story about a young woman & diaper fetishist who accidentally gets caught up in a world where all of her recently read fetish stories are true... (Story Link) I started a sketch of Chapter 6, wondering what it would be like if Princess P herself was caught up in the diaper dimension, and went a little overboard ;). It's perhaps slightly different to the original story, perhaps as the author herself is the one trapped in and experiencing the story...

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Extended Psychoville Scene (Woman trapped as a baby)

Over at babesindiapers a reader sent in a few clips from a corny British horror show called Pyschoville, where a young woman was frozen in shock by the events at the end of the first season, and was now being kept as a baby by a psychotic woman who thought that her doll had turned into the woman. There's references to diaper usage, amongst other things. I decided to hunt down the full context, and lengthened the scene:


In earlier scenes, she's established a habit for pumping breast milk and bottlefeeding it to her doll, which presumably would have continued after the change...

Monday, 1 April 2013

Nadia Update | Immortals Comic

A follow-up piece to the immortals comic, a little further in the time line.

Black & White with story: