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The Many Fetishes of Gwen	By : Flashlight Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 12277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When we were babies, we couldn't use toilets. What did we have to use? Diapers. Diapers are used to keep babies from making unwanted messes, whether it's urine or feces. Since diapers are normal when used on babies, adults tend to feel humiliated when they have to wear diapers. There are some, however, who are interested at the though of wearing diapers. The terms for those people are adult babies and diaper lovers, or AB/DL. The thing is the concept of AB/DL is not a purely fetish-y one, yet people think it is. Some people go as far as to claim AB/DL as a form of pedophilia, which is one of the Forbidden Four: the other members being necrophilia, bestiality, and guro.

Let me be the first to say that those who are interested in AB/DL are not pedos. Yes, there are some people who like to use of diapers as a fetish tool, and there are even some who like drawing pictures of girls being humiliated while wearing diapers, but some people simply use diapers as a method of stress relief. Realistically, other than Mike and maybe Josee, nobody out of the 84 contestants of Total Drama has any form of psychological disorder; however, when it comes to depression, 84 is a nearly invisible number to, say, 14.8 million people or about 6.7% of the U.S. adult population. Comparing the Total Drama contestants, myself included, with the Americans who have depression is like comparing a ladybug to the Burj Khalifa. People with depression need a way to cope with stress, yet compared to the most common forms of stress relief, the use of diapers as a way to cope with stress is rare enough to be among the items listed as “Other” after statistical analysis.

Adult diapers themselves aren't even intended for kinky purposes in the first place. Diapers are used for those who are incapable of going to the bathroom and for those unable to control their urinary and digestive tracts. If, say, an elderly person forced to use a wheelchair for the rest of his or her life needs to relieve him/herself, why would he or she have to go to the bathroom, especially by him or herself? On the other hand, those with incontinence, be it with the bladder or the digestive tract, may not have enough time to go to the bathroom or even think about going to the bathroom.
Since this is a fetish story, I'm gonna look on the fetish-y part of AB/DL. My first experience with AB/DL was a rather weird one. If I recall correctly, I was in my living room minding my own business when I got a phone call from Heather. I picked up the phone and greeted Heather as usual.

“Gwen, you wouldn't believe this. I'm babysitting the cutest baby I've ever seen.”

“Really?” I replied.

“Yeah. Her brown eyes are so beautiful. Wanna come over and see the baby?”

“Sure thing, Heather.”

“Great! I'll see you soon.”

As soon as Heather hung up, I went out the front door. I took my car to Heather's house. What can I say? When a baby is involved, I basically have to see it as soon as I could. Anyway, after pulling up at Heather's driveway, I went to the front door. As soon as I knocked, Heather answered the door.

“Hey, Gwen,” Heather said with a soft smile. “How have you been?”

“I've been swell, Heather. So, where's the baby?”

“She's sleeping right now. Hey...” Heather pulled a wet rag out of her pocket. “Does this rag smell funny to you?”

I took a deep whiff of the rag. “Yes, Heather... It does... smell... funny.....” As soon as I passed out, I didn't feel myself hitting the hard ground, but rather Heather's soft arms.

As soon as I woke up, I noticed something different about the place. First of all, my attire was completely different. My body was covered from neck to toe in pink fabric. I noticed what appeared to be a panel on the outfit I was put in along with a puffy object underneath it, as if I was put on diapers. Thick padding covered my feet, forming a soft pair of booties around them. I tried to move my arms, but they seemed pinned to my body in a self-hug position. By the looks of things, I was bound in what appeared to be a straitjacket-styled onesie.

Second of all, the scene was quite a sight to see. I was put in a playpen that was custom-made for adults like me. It was as wide as Dakotazoid was tall; you can even fit Jasmine in that playpen. I was surrounded by various items associated with babies, including a crib with a mobile, plush toys, a high chair, an organized changing table, a jumper (don't even ask how those work on adults), a rocking horse, and a rocking chair for when mama decides to feed the baby. I even saw one of those toys that had these colored plastic donuts stacked on top of one another from big to small. How anyone can expect a girl bound in a straitjacket onesie to play with one of those toys is beyond my comprehension.

“Hello, Gwen...” Heather had a smirk on her face.

“Heather..? Where am I? Where's the baby?”

“That's easy. You're the baby.” Heather chuckled, then pulled out a mirror. “See?”

I blushed with embarrassment as soon as I learned about what happened to me. My reflection showed the baby bonnet that I had over my head. As soon as I took a couple deep breaths, I looked into Heather's eyes and said, “Wow... you put a lot of detail into this.”

“Thank you, Gwen. I've been doing a little research.”

“You're welcome, hot stuff.”

Heather put an index finger over my teal lips. “Shh... Call me 'mommy,' Gwen.”

I blushed; as embarrassing as it was, I have to admit I love it when Heather consensually humiliates me. “Yes, mommy.”

I slowly got up not because I was tied up, but because I wanted to play along with the situation I'm in. I waddled on my bootie-covered feet as I approached Heather. I gave Heather a kiss that is like the slobbery kiss of a baby, yet like the deep kiss of an adult making out. My drool dripped from our lips as we shared our kiss.

“You're so cute, Gwen.” Heather picked me up and put me outside the playpen. Heather then smirked as she opened and closed her hands repeatedly, as if to grab me. “I'm gonna get you..!”

I waddled around the nursery, trying to get away from the slowly-moving Heather. I kept waddling until I put myself in a corner. Standing at the corner, I pretended that I was trapped. As soon as Heather caught me, her fingers began wiggling along my underarms.

“Got'cha..!”

I laughed as Heather tickled my underarms. Heather tickled me for about a minute. As soon as the tickling stopped, Heather and I heard a rumbling coming from my stomach.

“Aww..! Is someone hungwy..?” Heather asked playfully.

“Yes, mommy...”

“Okay. Mommy's gonna get you some food...” Heather left the nursery, returning with a bowl of pureed strawberries and bananas mixed together. It was my favorite food when I was baby, so seeing the sight of the sweet treat felt nostalgic, not to mention tempting.

“Ooh! Yummy!”

Heather picked me up, then put me in the high chair. She then put a bib around my neck. Heather put the bowl on the tray of the chair, then took a spoonful of food. “Here comes the plane~” Heather moved the spoon around for a bit, imitating some airplane noises. Heather then put the spoonful of food into my hungry little mouth. Heather kept feeding me the delicious puree until it was all gone. “Okay, Gwen. Time to let it out...”

As soon as I was taken out of the high chair, I was put over Heather's shoulder. I let Heather gently pat me on the back until I burped. After the burp, Heather took me off of her shoulder and gave me a peck on the lips.

“Mommy..,” I cooed. “I'm thirsty...”

“Aww... You're so sweet...” Heather took me to the rocking chair, then sat down while holding me in her arms. “Here.” Heather took off her top, revealing her lovely DD-cup breasts. “Have some milky...”

I leaned over and gently began sucking Heather's left breast. If I wasn't bound, I would be hugging Heather while I sucked her left nipple. Heather, of course, cuddled me with loving care. As soon as I was done feeding off Heather, I let go of Heather's left breast and burped.

Hours later, I sniffed the air and smelled something horrid. I thought Owen was at the window stalking us, but the smell was really coming from my diaper... “Mommy..!” I whined. “I made a stinky..!”

“Aww... Let me change your diaper, cutie.” Heather picked me up and took me to the changing table. She opened the panel of my onesie, then took my messy diaper off my crotch. As soon as she tossed the messy diaper out, Heather wiped my crotch off. Soon, Heather had an idea... “Does baby want a 69?”

“Yes, mommy...”

Heather laid me on the floor, then got on top of me. Heather put her pussy over my face, making me lick it. Heather and I started eating each other out. Our moans of bliss filled the nursery as we licked each other's succulent pussy. Eventually, we came into each other's mouth. We didn't swallow each other's cum; Heather knows how much I like snowballing. Heather and I soon began making out with each other with cum in our mouths. Our cum went to and fro until we pulled away from each other. We swallowed our mixed cum; man, was it delicious.

After our session, Heather put a clean diaper on me before closing up the panel. I soon yawned; admittedly, our session tuckered me out.

“Aww... Is baby sleepy?”

“Yes, mommy...”

“Okay...” Heather picked me up, then put me in the crib. Heather then put the cutest panda plushie between my right elbow and my body, letting me cuddle with it. Heather sang a lovely lullaby, putting me to sleep. The last thing she did that night was kiss me on the forehead.

Admittedly, I felt that ABDL fetishism is one of the softer kinks, literally. There are many fetishes worse than ABDL, but I only checked out one of said fetishes: one that would leave me out of breath.
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