Lana Laland

WITH 12 AMAZING DRAWINGS BY RENOWN ARTIST DAVID LOMAS. Drunk and disorderly. Public nudity. Directing traffic while nude. Felony destruction of private property. Theft of clothing. Masquerading in public as a diapered sissy maid. Resisting arrest. Damaging a police vehicle. Those were the charges. They were all true. My 21st birthday had gotten out of hand. The judge was unsympathetic. After all, I had been before her 11 times as a juvenile. She gave me two choices: a year in state prison or an open sentence in a reformatory specializing in regression and feminization." Anything but state prison," I said. And so my transformation began from Melvin Dittleself to one-year-old Little Miss Melissa. Just like that, my life slowed from the fast lane to a crawl. This story is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It involves femdom, age play, regression, ABDL, DDLG, bondage, discipline, spankings, cross-dressing, public humiliation and perpetual taunting, teasing and twists. And, of course, it has a happy ending. But it's not really the end.

Randall had a secret. He wanted to be babied. Melissa had a secret, too. She wanted to baby him. She wanted to baby him AND feminize him. Forever. Out of nowhere, Randall had a wicked dream about an androgynous jailer imprisoning him in his own private diaper dungeon at the asylum for the Creative Reintroduction of Infantile Behavior. (The CRIB). He didn't think Melissa would approve. Little did he know. Dreams can come true. Permanently. This story is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It involves age play, regression, Futas, ABDL, DDLG, sexual situations, femdom, bondage, discipline, spankings, cross-dressing, humiliation and taunting, teasing and twists.

Claire had pretty much everything a young executive could want. Except for a playmate. She had never found a man who could appreciate and spoil the little girl inside her. It was just one of her kinks. She liked diapers, bondage, spankings, and the whole notion of surrendering and servicing the man of her dreams. Then along he came. He not only accepted the little one inside Claire, he gave her a name: Clairita. She loved it. She loved him. He would take her on incredible adventure of self-discovery, highlighted by a visit to a fetish festival at the institute for the Creative Reintroduction of Infantile Behavior. Claire no longer felt alone. She no longer felt unusual. She would see infantilized males and females, regressed cross-dressers, rubber slaves, pony players, and a wide assortment of other freaks. She would meet Tinklette and Useless, Crinkles and Maddie, Mommy Annabelle and Baby Alana, Priss and her diapered movie star husband Stephanie, and the threesome of Mistress Obedia, Miss Devia, and Pet. But most importantly, Claire would find her true self and her true love. SIX ORIGINAL ARTWORKSBabying Claire is the original Kisses and Kinks story, chronicling the fantasy fun and games of Claire Camelot and Lance Puresoul. As you will learn, the most important things they share are love and trust. This story is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It involves age play, regression, ABDL, DDLG, sexual situations, femdom, bondage, discipline, spankings, cross-dressing, public humiliation and perpetual taunting, teasing and twists. It has a very happy, very nappied ending.

"Hello, Alana, my perfect baby girl." I sniveled. What did my wife possibly mean? She got a twisted smile on her face. I knew I was in serious trouble." You just got your farewell kisses from your adoring wife, Annabelle. In the future, when you crawl to me - and you will always crawl to me - I will be Mommy Annabelle, your diaper disciplinarian." I growled, snarled, and wriggle in my bonds. I was ready to end this game. I gave my wife a cold, dark stare." I give you permission to speak, Alana," she said." Where am I?" I asked." You are at the asylum for the Creative Reintroduction of Infantile Behavior," she said. "My friend Elizabeth Wadsworth calls it The CRIB. Her ex-husband -- since babified and remarried to another adult baby -- was the founder. She has encouraged all her friends to send their errant husbands here. I've met three couples that use the asylum. The women are very happy. The men are very nappied." I gulped. "You're telling me this is for real?" I said angrily. "I demand to know, Annabelle: how in the hell did I end up restrained, wearing diapers and a baby dress?" This story is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It involves age play, regression, ABDl, bondage, discipline, spankings, femdom and cross-dressing.

"You know I've always wanted kids," Maddie said. "Then it hit me: why go through the agony of childbirth when I can just make you my baby? I can mold you into a perfect toddler and reprimand you without any fear of child abuse. Plus, I can keep you in diapers the rest of your life." That's how i ended up at the CRIB, the asylum for the Creative Reintroduction of Infantile Behavior. Maddie sent me to a special program run by her friend, Hannah. Here's what Maddie wrote: "I'm begging you to accept my boyfriend Rodney Ripplehorn into your program because he needs the strictest corrections." Spare no rod." Only last week, I found him hiding in a closet, reading this naughty literature about a young man transformed into a toddler by his mother-in-law." This story is includes serious age regression, diaper domination, bondage, spanking, force feeding, transvestite disciplinarians, creative punishments and sissy subjugation

I used to be billionaire Wallace W. Wadsworth IV. Not anymore. I am Womb Number 3. I am a human slug in a rubber cocoon: bound, gagged and helpless. If I'm good, they say, I may emerge someday as Baby Wiggles: a newborn girl in diapers, colorful plastic panties, froufrou dresses and frilly bonnets. But for now I am just an embryo. I cannot see. I cannot speak. I cannot touch. I can barely hear. I am completely at the mercy of others for all my needs. It's all my mistake. I let things get out of control. I've always had fantasies about being an adult baby, dominated and degraded. I designed and built my own nursery. And when my wife ignored my needs, I hired other women to come to our mansion and indulge me. One day, my wife decided to take control. But not in the way I hoped. I should have been suspicious when she got me to dress in diapers and dainties. But I played along. I let her fetter and gag me. Stupid me Before I knew it, I was being shipped off to The Asylum for the Creative Reintroduction of Infantile Behavior (CRIB). What a cruel twist I have long been an advocate of diversion programs for scoundrels, slackers, and hooligans. That's why, at my wife's urging, I created a foundation to underwrite the entire construction and operation of CRIB. That's right I'm paying for the whole darn asylum Now I am its captive. I have been diapered, dressed in humiliating toddler outfits, forced fed, chained up, spanked, caned, and caged. I have had to crawl, to beg for punishment, and to surrender control completely. But there is a bright side. I am smitten. I have finally found a woman who understands. She likes being an adult baby, too. Her alphabet blocks -- like mine -- spell out ABDL, DDLG, and BDSM. We could baby one another. I'd love it. She'd love it. We've talked about it. We've embraced it. We would be together right now if it wasn't for that one terrific yet terrifying moment that changed everything. Will I see her again? Will she want me? Will I still be worth loving? I don't know. I'm here in The Womb. I am completely in the dark about the future. This book is intended for a mature readership 18 years of age and older.

My real name is Petulance Postulate Pettibone. My friends call me Pet. My parents call me Pest. I was a holy terror. I stole. I cheated. I lied. I was always trouble. Instead of giving me attention, my parents gave me money." Buy what you need," they'd say. Really? Where can I buy a parental hug? My folks thought therapy could fix me. Ha I hated being home. I drank. I smoked. I tried drugs. I was rude, disinterested, and unmotivated. My parents sent me away. I bounced from one boarding school to another like a golf ball on concrete. With each successive boarding school, it became less about academics and more about discipline and corporal punishment. I didn't think I'd ever land at a place I wanted to stay. I was wrong. My journey has been circuitous and serendipitous. It has been filled with love and lust, pain and heartbreaking loss, homelessness and rescue. Now I am in the perfect place. I am loved. I am controlled. I have surrendered my adulthood willingly. I am happy in my nappy. This story is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It involves DDLG, age play, regression, ABDL, bondage, discipline, spankings, femdom and cross-dressing.