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  1. "What is it?" Michelle asked. Candy held out her hand. "Come see." Michelle quickly took her mother's hand and they walked the few steps to the table. Michelle looked at the pink booster seat and then up at her mother. "Mommy, I don't want to sit on that." "Just try it honey. I really think you will like it. Just try it. If you don't like it then you don't have to use it." Candy said, guiding Michelle over and lifting her up onto the booster. Candy pushed the chair up to the table. Michelle couldn't believe how much higher she was. She could see the whole table. She recached out and could almost touch the middle of the table. "Is it okay?" Candy asked. Michelle looked around. As much as she would like to say 'no' she finally felt taller. Something she has been wishing for for years. "It's...... okay." she said. Deep down, she was loving it. "See I told you. I knew you would like it. Let Mommy get you a drink." Abby, Gail and Sarah came up to the table. Abby noticed right away that Michelle was sitting much higher at the table then she had earlier. She walked right over beside her, pulling out a chair and sitting down. Michelle was almost as high as her. Abby looked down and saw the pink booster seat. She placed her arm around Michelle. "Look at the big girl sitting up to the table. Arn't you just the sweetest." "I'm as tall as you." Michelle said proudly. Abby smiled. "Almost honey. Such a big girl." Michelle was happy to hear 'big girl' after Abby had been calling her a baby all day. "I am a big girl." Abby shook her head. She can't be 18. No way. There must have been a mix up. How did she ever get through high school. She is sitting on a booster, in a pull-up, saying she is a 'big girl'. Wow. Michelle was happy for the first time today. She couldn't stop looking around the table because of her new found height. It was something she longed for for many, many years. The thought of sitting on a booster chair, suited for a 3-4 year old left quickly and she recached out again towards the middle of the table. just because she could. Supper went quick and there was lots of talk of what everyone was going to do after. Abby suggested that they should have a fire and roast marshmallows. Everyone thought that was a great idea and it was decided that after the dishes were done and things put away, they would do just that. Everyone joined in on the clean up, except Michelle. They let her stay in her booster and was given a extra bowl of ice cream, because of her being 'so good'. It was close to 7pm when the clean up was completed. Candy helped Michelle down from her booster. As soon as Michelle's feet touch the ground, Candy lifted Michelle's dress up and checked her pull-up. "All good honey." Candy said, as she gave Michelle a hug. "Thank you for being such a good girl." Michelle hugged back. Supper was good and she really did love being able to sit up to the table. The longer she sat up there, the more she liked it. "Can we get one at home?" Candy was a little taken back. Michelle was asking for a booster seat? "You want a booster seat at home?" She had to ask, because she didn't think she had heard Michelle correctly. "Yes. I really like being tall." Candy had to think for a second or two. Maybe just maybe. "If you like sitting up high. I think we can do better then a plastic booster." Michelle was curious as to what her mother was getting at. "What do you mean." Candy pictured Michelle sitting up to the table in a white and pink highchair, Strapped in and smiling. Candy would have full control of when and how long Michelle sat at the table. Lately at home, she eats and takes off to her bedroom. They never get a chance talk. Candy knew she had to be careful with what she was about to say. Getting Michelle to wear a pull-up was one thing. Really, if the true was told, she hasn't been out of them all that long, but still, it only took a few hours and here she was wearing one. She has already changed a wet one. Candy had second thoughts. "Just leave it to me honey. I will make sure you get what you want. Let's go join the others." Michelle smiled at her mother. She was still curious as to what she was talking about, but it didn't matter, just as long as she could be up that high, from now on. The group set up lawn chairs and got fire wood from the pile that was stacked up against the shed. It wasn't long before the fire was started. Michelle sat in her own chair, right beside her mother. "When should we start the marshmallows?" Abby asked. "Let's wait for a hour or so. We just finished supper." Kim replied. Michelle didn't say much, as she sat there with her legs swinging back and forth under her chair. Michelle's felt some pee escape from her bladder. She looked around. Michelle slowly lowered herself from her chair. When her feet touched the ground her bladder emptied into her pull-up. Candy was keeping a close eye on Michelle. When she saw Michelle get out of the chair, she reached over pulling Michelle close to her. "Everything okay?" Michelle quietly said, "I need to go inside." Candy quickly got up, taking Michelle by the hand. Candy walked Michelle back into the cottage and up the stairs. They arrived in the bathroom and before Michelle got to do anything, Candy pulled Michelle's dress up over her head, placing it on the counter. She then pulled Michelle's pull-up down to her ankles. "Step out honey." Candy could see that Michelle had already used her pull-up, but said nothing. Michelle quickly stepped out of her pull-up and took a few steps towards the toilet. Candy help Michelle onto the plastic potty chair. Candy let Michelle sit there for a few minutes and then helped Michelle down. Michelle washed her hands and then dried them with a towel. She stood waiting for her mother to re-dress her, but Candy picked up the wet pull-up and dress. She took Michelle by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Candy placed the dress and pull-up on the end of the bed. "It's getting late honey. Let's just get you ready for bed. Then we can go down and have some marshmallows." Michelle not thinking she had no clothes of her own and standing naked for the the third time today, she said, "Okay." Candy knew this was going to be hard, but she was determined to make it happen. Candy walked to the dresser and pulled out a diaper. She opened the closest and looked through the 3 pairs of pjs her sister had purchased. She grabbed the light pink, one piece ones. Turning and walking back towards Michelle, with a diaper in one hand and the pjs in the other. When Michelle saw the diaper, she took a few steps back until her back hit the bed. Candy got up to Michelle and knelt down in front of her. "I know what your going to say honey, but Sarah is going to be sleeping with you and I don't think you want to pee on her. Do you?" Michelle looked at the diaper her mother was holding. Pull-ups were one thing but a diaper. "I will be fine. I wouldn't wet the bed. I promise." Staying clam, Candy set the diaper on the bed. She placed her hand softly on Michelle's shoulder. "Honey we both know you can't promise that. It will be okay. It's not a big deal." Michelle knew she couldn't promise waking up dry, not for what has been happening lately. Just a few hours ago she had woken up wet. "But...but...Can I just wear a pull-up?" Candy held back the smile. Her daughter was asking for a pull-up instead of the diaper. Not underwear, a pull-up. A month ago when Candy suggested that Michelle should start wearing pull-ups at night, it was a big "NO". Now she knew she could walk back over to the dresser, get a pull-up and put it on Michelle. That would be the easiest, but Candy really wanted Michelle to be in a diaper. The quicker she got Michelle into diapers, the quicker Michelle would be more dependent on her. The quicker Michelle would change her mind and attend university in London. "I thought about that honey, but I don't think the pull-up will hold up." Candy paused for a second. "There really isn't a difference between the two. Its just he diaper will hold more and then....... Mommy doesn't have to worry about leaks............ Then I don't have to wash the sheets everyday." Michelle suddenly felt guilty about her mother having to wash her pee soaked sheets all the time. She could hear Abby saying that same thing. Tears formed in her eyes. "I'm sorry mommy." she quietly said. Candy pulled Michelle in for a long hug. "Don't be sorry honey, its okay." Candy held the hug. "Can you be a good girl for mommy then and make this holiday a lot easier for your mommy?" Michelle nodded her head that was resting on her mother's shoulder. Candy wasted no time once Michelle agreed. She stood and lifted Michelle onto the bed. Candy picked up the diaper and un-folded it. Talking Michelle by both ankles, lifting them in the air, Candy placed the diaper under her bum. Candy thought about what she was doing. She was putting her 18 year old daughter into a diaper. The first of many. Some people might think she is crazy. That she is being mean, but she knew deep down that it was the best for Michelle. She wasn't mature enough to live on her own. Maybe in a few years, but not right now. Candy pulled the diaper up between Michelle's legs and pulled the right tab across her waist, then the left. The all white plastic diaper with two wide tapes on each side, fit perfect. She would have to ask her sister where she got them. It's not like it was all that long ago Michelle was getting a diaper put on her. Less years then one might think. It wasn't until she turned 13 that her mother started letting her wear goodnites instead of a diaper for bedtime. She was motionless as her mother diapered her. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Today had been a whirlwind of emotions and she was worn out. Before long Michelle was standing beside the bed. She looked down and saw the thick white diaper. Her mother was holding out some light pink pjs for her to step into. Michelle placed her hand on the bed for balance and lifted her right foot, then her left. Candy pulled the one piece garment up over Michelle's diaper. She feed Michelle's arms through, turned Michelle around and zipped it up. Once Candy had it zipped up, it pulled the pj's tight against Michelle's body. Her puffy diaper stuck out. There would be no mistaking what she was wearing. "All ready for some marshmallows?" Candy asked. Michelle was too busy looking down at herself too answer her mother. The cuffs of the pjs were tight against her ankles and wrist. The whole thing was tight. The diaper felt much different then the pull-up. It seemed to be 10 times thicker and fit different. She never did answered her mother. She just let her take her hand and be led out of the bedroom. Everyone sitting in their lawn chairs stopped talking when Michelle and Candy came out the back door of the cottage. They all stared at Michelle. Abby and Gail both had to put there hands over their mouths to stop from laughing out loud. They both knew that wasn't what they need to do. No one said a word as Michelle slowly made her way to her chair, trying to hide behind her mother. With a little help, Michelle sat down, keeping her head down, looking at her bare toes. Kim couldn't believe how Michelle looked. If she didn't know better, she would have thought Michelle was 6 at the most. She watched as Michelle walked by her. Her diapered bottom going back and forth. She could hear and see right away that Candy had put her in a diaper. The pjs did nothing to cover up that fact. When Michelle walked by the fire Kim could see right through the pjs and the white diaper underneath. "Everyone ready for marshmallows?" Kim asked, not talking her eyes off Michelle. Abby, Gail and Sarah all said, "Yes." at the same time. Michelle said nothing. She didn't know how to feel. She felt bad for putting her mother through all those mornings when she woke up wet. She has never given it a thought, until today. She knew deep down she shouldn't be wearing a diaper, but then again, she shouldn't be wetting the bed. Michelle looked up. No one seemed to care how she looked or what she was wearing. No one said a word about it. Candy suggested they should find some sticks to roast the marshmallows. Abby, Gail and Sarah got up but Michelle stayed seated. Candy noticed and held her hand out for Michelle to take. "Come on honey let's find a stick for you to roast the marshmallows." Michelle slowly held her hand out and got out of the chair. With nothing on her feet she walked carefully with her Mom. "There's one." Candy said pointing outwards, letting go of Michelle's hand. Michelle waddled towards it and bent down to pick it up. The tight pjs limited her movement, she lost her balance, falling down onto her hands. Luckily she got her hands out. She turned to get up and twisted to fast ending up on her diapered bum. "Are you okay honey?" Candy asked, rushing over. Michelle took a second and then slowly stood back up, leaving the stick on the ground. "Can I just go to bed? I don't want marshmallows." Candy knelt down in front for Michelle. "Are you sure you don't want some? Come on. Mommy will get the stick and get you some marshmallows." Candy picked up the stick, holding it in front of Michelle. Michelle broke down. She started to bawl. Big tears fell from her cheeks onto her pjs. She couldn't stop herself. Candy set the stick back down and carefully picked Michelle up, sitting her on her hip. Michelle placed her face into her mothers shoulder. "Oh honey, it's okay. Don't cry. Mommy's got you." Candy said, as she bounced Michelle. Candy walked back over to her chair and sat down with Michelle. She got Michelle across her lap and started to rock a little. Michelle kept her face buried and continued to cry. Abby returned with a stick. She could see Michelle was crying. She walked up to her and placed her hand on Michelle's back. "Is everything okay?" "I think she is just tried." Candy said. Abby's hand made it's way down to Michelle's diapered bum. She gave it a few little pats. She couldn't believe how thick it felt. "I will get you a marshmallow Michelle." Candy looked down at Michelle and spoke for her. "Thank you Abby." Kim had returned with a big bag of marshmallows. Each of the girls took one, placing them on their sticks. Abby got one ready and turned so Candy could take it off the stick. Candy pulled the warm marshmallow off. "Here honey. Abby got you a marshmallow." Candy held it close to Michelle. Michelle slowly lifted her head up. She really did want a marshmallow and she felt safe sitting with her mother. She opened her mouth and Candy placed it inside. "Is that good?" Candy asked, like she was talking to a two year old. Michelle sat up a little and nodded her head up and down. The marshmallow did taste good. Very good in fact. Abby stood beside them as Michelle ate. "Come on, lets do one together." Abby said, holding out her hand. Michelle looked at Abby briefly but then turned her head back into her mothers shoulder. Candy sat up a little in the chair. "Come on honey. Go with Abby and get another one. I can tell you really liked it." Michelle shook her head, but Candy kept moving forward until Michelle had no choice but to stand on her feet. "Go on sweetie. Go with Abby and get another. Mommy will be right here." Abby didn't wait for Michelle to agree, she just grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the fire. Kim handed Abby another marshmallow. Abby let go of Michelle's hand and took it. "Let's put it on the stick together." Michelle looked at the marshmallow in Abby's hand. She slowly lifted her hand up and placed it on Abby's. Abby brought the stick up and they pushed the marshmallow on the stick together. Michelle had to take a step forward so that she could reach the fire. She looked back to make sure her mommy was still close by. Michelle had eaten five marshmallows in a very short time. She was enjoying them and was having a fun with Abby. Then out of the blue, Michelle passed some gas. It was loud and everyone heard it. Her diaper didn't seem to muffle the sound. Everyone started to laugh. After a few seconds Michelle joined in the laughter. "Are these bean marshmallows?" Gail asked. Everyone laughed again. Including Michelle. Sarah was almost falling over she was laughing so hard. After a few more marshmallows Michelle returned to her mother. Candy took her hand and placed it on Michelle's diapered bum. She squeezed the back of Michelle's diaper. "Oh good. I thought that might have been more then gas." Michelle looked up at her mother. "MOM!" "What?" "I didn't do that." Michelle said, shocked that her mother would even think that could happen. "I know honey, I just checked. Come up here." Candy picked Michelle up, sitting her on her lap. "Abby, would you go get Michelle a drink for me. I'm sure she is thirsty from all those marshmallows." "Sure can Aunt Candy." Candy had Michelle laying in her lap when Abby returned with a sippy cup full of milk. Candy took the sippy cup from Abby. "Thirsty honey?" Michelle said nothing as Candy placed the spout of the sippy cup in her mouth. Michelle was surprised the milk was warm when she got the first drop. "I warmed it up for her Aunt Candy." Candy looked up. "Well thank you Abby. That is just what this one needed, I think." Candy winked at Abby. The warm milk tasted really good. Michelle got comfortable in her mothers arms, closed her eyes and sucked in the milk. The sucking motion made Michelle feel good. She could feel her whole body relax. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Candy rocked Michelle a little and patted her bottom. It wasn't long before the milk was gone and little Michelle was out cold. Some milk was on Michelle's chin. Candy sat with her sleeping daughter in her arms. She continued to lightly pat her padded bum as Michelle kept sucking on the sippy cup. "Is she asleep?" Kim asked. "Out cold." "Now what?" "I'm not sure. I think I will just wait a minute and try and get her in bed." Candy said, smiling ear to ear. "If you need help, just say." Michelle never moved as the conversation between the girls continued for a good 1/2 hour. Candy's arm was starting to hurt from holding Michelle and the sippy cup. "Kim, I'm going to try and get her up into bed now." Kim walked over to Candy. "Here let me take her." Kim carefully picked up Michelle. She stirred a little but that was all. They got Michelle in bed with out waking her. Candy gave her a big kiss. "Sleep tight babygirl." Candy and Kim made there way back outside. Candy thanked them all for everything, especially Abby. Abby said that it was easy, to get Michelle into the pull-ups. She really thought it might be harder. They talked about how to deal with Michelle the next morning. They all agreed that they weren't going to make a big deal out of anything. Just carry on like everything is normal. Even though the fourth oldest out of the seven there, was already in bed, wearing a diaper and was for sure going to wake up wet in the morning.
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  2. It's 2017 and we all need a reason to smile. How about a new chapter of "Neighbor and the New Girl"? Thanks again for reading, guys. It means a lot to me! *** Nine: Mapping It Out Waking up to a rainy morning was fine; waking up next to Emily was better. I lay beside her in the quiet twilight of the bedroom, watching her chest rise and fall in a slow, even motion. The constant patter of raindrops against the windows kept me lulled into a state of half-slumber. I couldn’t be bothered to get up and leave. Not even to change my diaper. Not even to follow my routine and put on the wig and makeup that Emily always kept handy for me. Her parents were gone—finally! Why bother with any of that now? And yet, my eyes drifted over to the nightstand. My black wig sat curled up like a sleeping cat. The lipgloss and eyeliner were just within reach. I glanced back at Emily. At the girl I’d kissed numerous times the night before. My lips trembled at the memory, and I stared up at the ceiling in disbelief. I didn’t know which Jordan I was anymore. There was a Jordan that Emily had molded from an anxious young man into a fine young woman—and into the girl whom she’d fallen in love with. Jordan Kim, after all, was nothing more than Emily’s neighbor. He knew his limits around her. But Jordan Baker was different. Nothing was off-limits with her. She was the cool roommate, the sweet but sensual friend who could woo even the most hardhearted parents. Going deep into a role was nothing new for me; I’d get depressed after a few weeks of playing Hamlet and other tragic characters, like a bad dream I couldn’t shake off. But the last few days with Emily had been different. I couldn’t help but go back to playing the other Jordan. Sighing, I reached down and tapped at the wet padding between my legs. At least that other Jordan and I had one thing in common. When I turned over, finally deciding I might as well stop stalling, I felt a weight across my chest. I looked down at Emily’s arm crossing my shirt, and my eyes darted over to her face. Her eyes were open and staring right back at me. “Hey,” she whispered. “Um... hi.” “What’s your hurry?” I turned over to fully face. “I was, uh, gonna get changed.” Emily’s hand crawled down my belly, from one fingertip to the next, inch by inch. She came to a stop around my diaper’s waistband, her fingers teasing the edge. Her eyes locked onto my face again, and I blushed. “You sure it can’t wait?” she asked. I bit on my bottom lip. “Em...” “Come on. Stay a little longer. I don’t have to work until noon today.” “But my house... the neighbors...” “Forget them.” “Emily—” “I’m here, aren’t I?” “Yeah?” “So let’s have some fun for once.” Her hand slid itself over the bulging front of my diaper. I groaned, and Emily leaned over to plant a kiss on the side of my neck. To hell with it, I thought. She dropped her head onto my shoulder. I slid my arms around her waist, mere seconds before she grabbed hold of me through the front of my diaper. My breath went shallow as she started to massage the front, teasing me. I buried my face in her hair. Emily giggled and began to rub me harder—and harder still. In my mind’s eye, I wasn’t myself anymore. I was the other Jordan again. Longhaired, grinning, passionate Jordan. Sensual, generous, loving Jordan! It wasn’t until we were both rocking against each other in the bed, our hips flexing, our breathing hard, that I finally groaned out, “Ohh, honey... oh, God, I’m almost there...” “Come on, girl,” Emily insisted, equally breathless. “Give it to me...” “I’m gonna—” And then I did. All at once, an eye-opening release right into my diaper, with Emily’s hand still locked in place over it. I gasped and sweated, falling limp against my partner as she stroked the side of my face. She planted a trail of kisses down my neck and over my chest. I moaned into her hair one last time before collapsing against my pillow. In the gloom, Emily’s smile shone out. “Wow...” “I know...” “Best. Roommate. Ever.” “Right... right back at ya...” “And, hey, you didn’t mess up my sheets.” Emily’s giggle sent a shiver through my neck. “Thank God for your diapers.” I was almost tempted to add “Thank God your parents aren’t here,” but I clamped down on that urge. The last thing we needed was something to kill this beautiful moment. Nothing would do that faster than bringing up Mr. and Mrs. Parcher of Doom-and-Gloom, Orange County. Instead, I lay back and cuddled against Emily. We held onto each other and listened to the rain for as long as we could. *** It was mid-afternoon when I came across an unusual sight in the living room. Emily lay across her couch, facedown and peering into her tablet. A heavy sketchpad lay within arm’s reach, with dozens of pencils scattered on top. She stared into the screen as a delicate finger traced designs into one of her art programs. It wasn’t the fact that she was attending to her day job that took me by surprise. It was the change in her demeanor. For the last few weeks, I’d seen Emily switch between one of two moods: bouncy smiles and anxious frowns. It had almost been enough to remind me of one of my exes, a girl who had been diagnosed as bipolar. But at least I knew Emily wouldn’t try to steal my keys or accuse me of cheating on her Facebook page. But here was yet another side of Emily: quiet and attentive. She didn’t seem all that aware of the world around herself. I watched one of her feet tap itself against a couch cushion in regular time, beating out a rhythm I couldn’t hear. If not for how important her work was to her, I would’ve risked remarking on how cute she looked. Leaning on the doorway, I tried to sort things out between us in my mind. I couldn’t help but grin when I thought about the intimate moments we’d shared the night before and early that morning. Emily’s carefree laugh, her warmth against my chest, the scent of her hair—it was addicting. I couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t get enough of us. But where did that leave us now? Would it be fair of me to just sneak back next door and go on like before? And what if her parents arranged a surprise visit? I knew that last worry was anxiety talking, but even so, I couldn’t take that risk. I knew what they were like now. Racked with indecision, I retreated to the bedroom. I stared at my reflection in Emily’s mirror. Tired, sad, confused Jordan Kim stared back. I couldn’t even see the guy I was in public, the one who dazzled neighbors and audiences alike with gentle charm and wit, as one reviewer put it. I tried a smile. When that didn’t work, I rubbed my hands across my face and went for a stern glare. That only made me look away in revulsion. I went from one expression to the next. The Nervous Frown. The Sneer of Contempt. The Face of a Man About to Throw Up, and so on... After a moment, I noticed that my hand kept slipping away to the back of my neck. I scratched at it, but felt nothing odd. It wasn’t itching or anything— And then it hit me. It wasn’t itching. It was too bare to cause that familiar itch, the one I got from wearing a wig. And here I was, sitting in Emily’s bedroom, feeling like a stranger. Because, as far as we both were concerned, Jordan Kim was a stranger there. Jordan Baker, her classy roommate, on the other hand... Now I could grin at my reflection. I didn’t waste a moment. After closing the door, I went to dig through Emily’s closet. There I found everything I’d need: a clean white blouse, a long cerulean skirt, some hosiery that would fit, a padded bra, and a clean diaper. All I’d need was five to ten minutes to myself. While I got changed, I kept sneaking glances at myself in the mirror. A half-finished woman looked back at me. And when I was diapered and wearing at least a blouse and bra, I saw more of the girl I wanted to be. I didn’t even need the wig or makeup to feel complete. But this wasn’t me coming out as trans. Not exactly. I didn’t want to be a woman all the time. It was more like I only wanted to be a woman around one special person. Around the most important person in the whole world to me. With a few finishing touches, I took a chance to smile at the lady in the mirror. Just like the first time I’d dressed up, I was back in that happy-go-lucky mode. Here was Jordan without worries or responsibilities. Here was Jordan lost in another role: a command performance for an audience of one. Barely had I finished applying my makeup when I heard Emily knock on the door. “Jordan?” “Yeah, Em?” “Can I come in?” “Um...” I looked over at the bed, where my men’s clothing and a package of diapers lay in the open. “Y-yeah. Just gimme a sec.” “’Kay.” As I moved to clean up, my pulse raced. For once, though, it wasn’t the dread of being caught. I knew her parents were long gone—though, knowing my luck, they could’ve shown up in the driveway at that exact moment. No, this was better. This was the adrenaline thrill right before the curtain went up. This was the beautiful pause when you walked out on stage, waiting that solitary beat before you delivered your first line. This was the amazing pause between the last line of the show and the part where the audience started clapping and cheering. Screw Greg’s acting class. I couldn’t find better material than the show I gave in my best friend’s house night after night. “Jordan?” Emily’s voice reached me from across the door. “Hey, everything okay in there?” To answer her question, I reached over and opened the door. “I don’t know. You tell me.” Her hands flew to her mouth. “Oh! Um, hi!” I grinned. “Hello to you, too!” “You... you know you don’t have to do this for now, right?” “I know. I wanted to do this, Em.” “Really?” “Really.” I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. “I... I don’t always know how to explain it, but... I like this. Not every day, and not every waking moment, but for now, this is nice. I...” Now I had to duck my head. “I like the way you look at me when I’m like this.” Emily’s eyes misted over. “You really are beautiful, Jordan. Even if I did make you this way.” “You should be proud of what you’ve created.” I cupped her chin with my other hand and met her eyes. My smile and my voice softened. “I know I am, Emily.” She chewed on her bottom lip for a second. Then she said, “Can I add a condition?” “Sure thing.” “If you’re going to keep dressing up, then I only want you to do it for me when we’re alone.” “Deal.” “Really?” “You keep using that word—” “Shut up!” Emily laughed and gave me a playful tap on the cheek. “You’re terrible, you know that?” I leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I sure do, Em. I sure do.” Emily looked me up and down. When I did a little twirl, she nodded and clapped her hands together. I ended with a curtsy, and Emily snorted. Not a proper thing for a lady to do, but it sounded cute to my ears. “Well,” she added, “I’m liking this new side of you, Jordan. It makes me feel appreciated.” “Good,” I replied. “That was my hope all along.” “So, roommie. What are you making for dinner?” “That depends. I’ve got rice and snow peas, but I was going to try dumplings. If you don’t mind getting the ingredients from the store?” Emily’s lips split into a huge grin. “Oooh. Don’t mind if I do!” That one smile could’ve powered all of Thebes Park. It was so lovely that I wanted to bottle it and use it like perfume. But I settled for trying to match her smile and shooing her out of the room. *** We had ourselves another feast that night around the kitchen table. It wasn’t anywhere as heavy as the Chinese takeout we enjoyed the night before, but that was just fine. I didn’t need another bender of cheap food and wine for a while thanks to that evening. And I had to admit that some part of me loved wearing the clothes Emily bought me and cooking up a meal in her kitchen. It was a different experience, fun and liberating. As Emily cleaned the dishes and I put our leftovers away, she glanced over her shoulder at me. I felt proud of the smile she wore. Not a sign of anxiety to be found there. “I can’t get over how good this feels,” Emily was saying. She flicked her soapy hands into the sink before grabbing a towel to dry them off. “You and me, and... I dunno, just this.” “Right?” I closed the fridge door. “We’ve got our own little domestic situation.” “Oh, God!” Emily giggled into her hand. “Sorry, Jordan, but if you’re talking marriage—” “Oh, perish the thought.” I shrugged. “Besides, how would that even work? ‘I now pronounce you man-dressed-as-a-woman and wife!’ Very classy, I’m sure.” We shared a laugh, and I headed over to the living room. Emily joined me on the couch and snuggled into me with a sigh. Her head fit so neatly against my shoulder. Like it belonged there. Which, of course, it did. “Hey,” she said after a moment of silence. “Yeah?” “I’ve been trying to work something out. Ever since Mom and Dad left.” “Oh. Okay?” Emily’s finger twisted itself around a lock of her hair. She glanced at my face, then over at the carpet, and then back at my face. I shifted on the couch and let her sit up a little. “I think I realized something that’s been missing from my life. When you tally everything up, I’ve got a nice job, a good set of friends, a cool house, and one really amazing neighbor...” I blushed, but she went on. “But that’s not all I want. Those are things I have. They’re not the things that make me feel complete. Like how being an actor is what you love to do, right?” I smiled. “Sure. It’s what I’m good at. Like you and your drawing.” “Yeah, but I could draw anywhere. That’s just for some of the bills.” Emily chewed on her bottom lip and searched my face. “But it didn’t hit me until this morning.” “Oh.” I could feel my cheeks turning red, not that I could’ve stopped myself. “Yeah...” “You had fun, right?” “I... I did.” “I did, too. But what I realized was that I like taking charge the way I did with you. And not just like that, you know?” Now Emily did sit up, never once taking her eyes off me. “Ever since you started living with me, Jordan, I’ve been so happy doing all these things for you. Buying you clothes. Helping you put on makeup. Even changing your diaper. It’s made me feel complete as a person. Does that make sense?” “I think so.” I paused to gather my thoughts. It wasn’t easy looking into such a cute face. “You’re saying that you like being a... a caregiver. Is that it?” “Kinda, yeah. Not, like, twenty-four hours a day or anything.” “No, I got ya. You like being the provider.” I grinned. “Well, from one actor to another, I think it’s a role that suits you.” Emily smiled, but not for long. Her face fell a little. “I’m a bit worried, though.” “Why’s that?” “It’s the kind of role that my parents would’ve pushed me into, don’t you think?” “I... God, no! Em, where did you even get that—?” “Sorry!” She clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. “I didn’t mean to bring them up!” “Hey, it’s all right. This is a safe space.” I winked and took her hand to my lips. “Cool roommate, remember?” Emily giggled. “Right. The best.” “So that’s fine. I don’t mind hanging out and letting you being a caretaker. But I will need to have some time to myself, you know. Time for work and the occasional night back at my house. Just to placate the neighbors, you know?” “Oh, of course!” Emily grinned and fell into me with a hug. “Jordan, you rock! I’m glad you get me.” “Me, too, kiddo.” When she pulled away, Emily’s grin shrank to a smile. She leaned in and pecked me on the lips. I responded with another peck. I felt ready to lunge forward and add another dose of nightly passion, but she stopped me with a finger to my lips. “Before we go further tonight,” she said, “I’ve got a favor to ask.”
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  3. Chapter 1: That Weird Girl London was not like the other girls in school. There was always something that made her seem out-of-tune and out-of-time with everyone else, like when a musician in the marching band starts their part too late -- a fitting comparison, since London was new in town, and didn't have the same connections and shared experiences that the other girls did. She spoke softly, and not too often, but one never got the sense that she was frightened to be judged by others, as is the case with many shy students. She was simply unconcerned, living off in her own little world, and interacting little with the other students outside of class. Rather than instantly retreating to her phone for a flurry of texts the way many girls did when the teacher turned their back, London -- when finished with her work -- would simply pull a sheet of paper out from her always well-stocked pink and purple backpack and start coloring, which struck many of the more snooty girls as rather childish for a high school senior. Her demeanor was kind and polite always -- although an unsubstantiated rumor had floated around, briefly, that she had bitten a student at her last school, leading to expulsion -- and a smile was almost always seen on her face, no matter the circumstances. She didn't seem to be a member of any clubs or extracurricular societies, and certainly wasn't on any official sports teams. She didn't seem to have many friends, though she was friendly to all, and it seemed as though she vanished whenever lunch came, as no one ever seemed to see her in line or had to make room for her in the cafeteria. And after school, she was immediately picked up by her mom, as she didn't have a car -- something that wasn't that strange, but when combined with everything else, made her rather a social mystery. Her style was unconventional and unfashionable: bright pastels, patterned socks in her pink tennis shoes, no jewelry, no discernible makeup, no skinny jeans, preferring instead dresses and skirts that were rather too long to be of interest to most of the boys in schools. Except for Myles. Myles had admired her from a distance, more with fascination than infatuation. But he dare not reveal this to his friends, boy or girl, lest he be judged as someone with a "crush" on "that weird girl." The socially-conscious Myles was always aware of how precariously one's social standing was, and how quickly and easily it could fall into the pit of scorn and delirious that was simply called "uncool." He knew the consequences of close contact with the uncool, and he knew how to avoid it. Still, her gentle nature and lack of worry about what people thought of her endeared her to Myles. While every other boy and girl seemed to be overly concerned -- to the point of near-insanity -- with being cool, she was refreshing in her liberation from the restraints of popularity, the social chains that seemed to grip everyone else. And Myles couldn't deny that she was pretty cute, despite her fashion sense, with her round and smiling face, complete with an almost elfin nose, her twinkling yet dark eyes, her pleasantly plump body combined with her short stature (so unlike the often-starved and image conscious popular girls), and her dark hair with bangs that covered her forehead in a way that Myles always felt was quite adorable in girls. But the admiration was always from a distance. Until, that is, Mr. McGinn's English class began work on its senior projects. One Friday afternoon, while he sat across the room from London, Myles was pleasantly surprised to hear that she had been named as his project partner, or "study buddy" in McGinn's insistent terminology. While he had to play cool and uncaring for his friends and for the popular girls, he nevertheless felt a surge of curiosity and excitement inside hidden under his blasé façade. When London met him after class and recommended he come over to her house Saturday afternoon to begin work on their presentation -- pertaining to their assigned book, To Kill a Mockingbird, he agreed, although it was rare for him to work on projects outside of the school week or outside his home. Still, he accepted, and was looking forward to the opportunity to get to know London better. He wondered what kind of home life she came from, and whether or not he could learn what it was that made London tick, why she seemed so different from the other girls. He didn't have to wonder long.
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  4. Chapter 4: Unnecessary Wetness "Myles." The boy's eyes opened slowly. "Myles." When fully opened, he looked to see London, standing, but leaning over and staring down at him, whispering. "Myles, I think you had an accident." What the heck was she talking about? That's when he noticed the undeniable, unavoidable feeling of wetness that surrounded him. It stuck to his jeans. It stuck to the lower part of his shirt. He felt it on the nap mat. The coldness, clamminess, the faint smell of urine, it was a feeling he had not felt in a long time. Before Myles could gather this thoughts, London's mother strode into the living room. There was a deep sigh from the older woman and she looked over the two youngsters, newly awakened from their midday naps. "Oh, I think someone had a little accident, didn't they?" she asked as she walked over to her daughter. "No, Momma, I don't think I did." Janet knelt down and examined her daughter's shorts. They were moist, sure, but if she had really peed herself during naptime, the stains would be larger and more evident, more sourced to particular areas. This didn't add up. She turned over to look at her young guest. "Myles, would you stand up for me, please?" Myles was buried underneath the blanket, and didn't want to move. He didn't know what to do. But sensing his hesitance, Janet simply walked over, hovering over the boy's figure as it lay on the floor, and swiftly removed the blanket, answering the question once and for all of who it was that had wet themselves. "Oh, honey..." she trailed off. The dark streaks and stains running down Myles's jeans, more clear in his groin, were clear and unmistakable. The boy had peed his pants, heavily, and in doing so had soaked his clothes, soaked the mat, and soaked his friend. "I thought you were a big boy!" London's mother exclaimed, more with disappointment in her voice than anger or surprise. Myles was speechless. He normally had a quick wit about him, but he'd never been in this position before -- at least, not since he was 3 -- lying on the floor, groggy, cold and wet, having just peed all over himself. He said nothing, but his eyes darted around as though there was a cue card somewhere which would tell him the magic words he could say to get out of this situation. "Come on, Myles. Let's get you cleaned up, mister." London's mother extended out her hand to him. Seeing no other way out, he took it. She helped him to his feet, and, like a zombie he moved listless with her out of the room as she led him along, holding his hand with a surprising mixture of gentleness and firmness. He moved as if in a daze, his pants squishing with every moment of his legs, and droplets of urine occasionally tapping his socks, all that was covering his feet after taking off his shoes for naptime. "Be a good girl for me, London, and wait here." The mother led him off into a bathroom, spacious and well-stocked. As Myles stood, unsure of what to do, on the bathroom floor, London's mother bent down, getting eye level with his crotch. "Hold still, mister." She unbuttoned the fly of his pants and began to unzip. Is she really doing this? Am I really being undressed right now? Myles had imagined many occasions, had many fantasies, about various friends' mothers asking him to remove his pants, but never in this context. Then, she beckoned him to sit, his pants unzipped but still on, on the toilet, which had the seat and lid both down. He did so, following her commands more-or-less blindly. In no time, she tugged at his jeans until they were off, falling to the floor in a moist heap. The teen was truly embarrassed, humiliated even, when his boxer briefs were exposed. They were drenched, and their grey fabric made his "accident" even more clear then his darkened blue jeans. "Oh my," began London's mother. "You are soaked!" Myles blushed but remained silent. She looked at him. "Can you take them off for me?" Meekly, he nodded, taking off his wet underwear and depositing it on top of the jeans piled on the ground. Silver lining: at least I did that by myself. But he was so lost in his thoughts and the embarrassment of removing his soaked briefs that he didn't notice London's mother turning around to grab a package of Johnson's baby wipes from the sink behind her, nor her quick withdrawal of a few. Before he knew it, she was applying a fresh wipe to his groin. Myles recoiled at first, more out of instinct than anything. The woman sensed his discomfort. "Hey, it's okay, it's alright. This is just to make sure you get clean and don't get sick. We don't want that, do we?" Her tone was soft, gentle, reassuring. Myles mentally conceded her point, and did not stop her while she took care to delicately clean his private parts, giving him a good rub down on every part of what he liked to call his "manhood," although the term seemed to ill-apply at this moment. His initial emotional discomfort was washed away by how good the cleaning made him feel. It was...cleansing. He didn't feel the same sick clamminess, no, it was no replaced with a refreshed feeling of renewal. Even if he was there, naked and flaccid in front of a woman, he had to admit to himself that it felt better than being stuck in wet jeans, clothes that were clearly not made to be peed on in the way he did. "Alright, now turn around," London's mother said to him, lightly nudging his legs in the direction she wanted him to turn. Before he knew it, Myles found that London's mother was applying some wipes to his butt, not as thoroughly as she had his front, but just a cursory cleaning. "There we go now! Good and clean." She stood up. "Now stand here for just a moment. I'll be right back." She threw the used baby wipes into a small trashcan by the toilet, and grabbed the wet jeans and underwear and headed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her and leaving Myles there alone and half-naked (the important half) in a stranger's bathroom. ********************************************************************************************************************************** London saw her mother come out of the bathroom holding a pair of crumpled up jeans and something else bundled up with them, heading over to the laundry room. After a couple minutes, London heard the washing machine running, and her mother came out. This time, she was not carrying any jeans, but rather a smaller item -- a white plastic garment of which London was quite familiar. As she watched her mother head back, past her daughter, past the living room, into the hallway, and into the bathroom, London was awash in thoughts. That poor boy. How embarrassed he must be. He just wet himself, like a little baby, during naptime. And he didn't even know it was happening until it did. Poor guy. Knowing what fate awaited her guest, London felt bad for him -- to be exposed for one's immaturity like that, right in front of London, someone clearly more mature. It was enough to make you want to cry for them. The poor, poor kid. She wondered if he'd had any protection on during naptime, and if he did, why it failed to keep him from leaking all over the place. Or was he just that heavy of a wetter? She mused on all of this without really understanding, but remarked to herself that the boy was something of a mystery to her. She wanted to help him. But what could she do? What could she do to make him feel better? He'd been so clearly embarrassed like that. She needed to do something -- something to show him that he wasn't alone, that there was nothing wrong with him, nothing to be embarrassed by. But what could be done? As she wondered, she felt a slow drip of pee -- Myles's pee -- make its way down the back of her leg. That's when it came to her. "London, you silly thing," she said, quietly, to herself. She was lucky that she had drank so much milk earlier, as she now had a bladder that was nice and full, ready to help her complete her task. Shutting her eyes to relax herself, she felt herself let go, as the wetness spread around her crouch, soaking her pair of Goodnites. The difference, of course, was that she knew what she was doing. ******************************************************************************************************************************************* In the bathroom, Myles stood looking at his reflection in the mirror -- his manhood (there was that word again) was not inconsiderable but damn if he didn't want it to be exposed to a woman for the first time in another way. After London's mother left, he assumed she was going to wash his clothes, which was a good idea, but it slowly dawned on him that she might not have anything to replace them with. Here he stood, buck naked, in a house that, to his knowledge, only had women in it. Was she going to hand him women's clothes to wear? He shuddered at the thought. That's when London's mother came in. "Alright, mister," she said, "on the floor." Having spent the past few minutes dutifully obeying her commands and suggestions, Myles did so, and so quickly enough as to not get a good look at what the woman had carried into the bathroom with her -- although he wasn't sure what was next. He stared up at the ceiling, and shut his eyes. Was this another cleaning? But she surprised him by grabbing his legs and lifting them up into the air. He was unsure what was going on. "Can you scooch up your bum a bit, sweetie? This will only take a sec." He did so, but before he could figure out what was going on, he felt something slid underneath his butt, and his legs pulled back down. It slowly dawned on him what was occurring, but as it did, he soon felt his private quickly covered up by something, and he adjusted his gaze from the ceiling to his bottom half to see what was going on. He looked helplessly as London's "Momma" carefully fastened the tapes of a thick, white, plastic diaper on him. "And there we go," she said, with a smile on her face and in her voice. "All done!" She stood up and outstretched her arm to him again, and helped him off the ground. It was then that he saw, for the first time, what he looked like in his new underwear, a reflection cast back at him in the expanse of the bathroom mirror. Wrapped around his slender 18-year-old body was not just a diaper, no. Not one of the grey, sterile, characterless medical diapers used on old and injured people, no. This was a baby's diaper, but big enough for grown teenagers. Printed on the thick diaper were designs -- multicolored teddy-like bears, each holding a balloon and smiling at him. He racked his brain to try and remember if these were the same prints that were on his diapers as a baby or toddler, but realized it was too far back for him to remember the last time he was diapered. The whole day had been strange, embarrassing, at times deeply upsetting, but this hit him hard. Looking at himself in the mirror, he realized that he had been reduced to a state that was far more immature than he or anyone else at school had ever imagined London -- weird, little, childish London -- to live in. He was taken aback by her pull ups earlier, peaking as they did out of the back of her shorts, but they were practically Victoria's Secret compared to what he wore now. And he cried. He could not help it, but he cried -- his silence since naptime had been shattered but the sounds of his loud, ringing cries, and he collapsed into the arms of London's mother. He buried himself in her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around him. "Shhhhhhhh, it's okay. You're okay now, buddy. You're okay." She rubbed his back gently, rocking him from side to side. "Shhhhhhh, it's alright. It's alright. You're my brave boy, aren't you?" Through sobs, he yelped out, "I'm sorry!" He was not even sure who it was directed at. "No, no, no, baby, there's nothing to be sorry for. You just had an accident, it's okay. You're alright." She hummed a tune as she patted his back. He did not recognize the song, but her gentle tone and soothing presence dried his tears in a matter of seconds. "Are we all better now?" she asked. Fighting his tears, he nodded his head, and did his best attempt at a smile. "Alright brave boy, come on. Let's go outside and see your friend." She led him, by hand, out to the living room, where the diapered teen and the soothing mother greeted the presence of the other teen in the house, who was initially facing away. London turned towards them, revealing the prominent wet patch on her shorts. "Momma! I had an accident and wet my pants too!"
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  5. This portion came kicking and screaming onto the page and as a result I'm too tired of looking at it to edit tonight. As always enjoy and if you spot any grievous offenses to the laws of grammar let me know and I'll get around to fixing them. Update 5: The updatening Wills eyes felt like stones and in the blissful realm between dreams and reality he really didn’t have the strength to deal with that. Instead his slowly waking mind began the process of pulling him back to reality starting at the top down. He was pleasantly surprised to find his head didn’t hurt but given the amount of water Sarah had him drink the night before that made sense. Pleased with this he continued his mental examination and found that his tongue was swollen oddly and for a brief moment he panicked thinking he had eaten some shellfish but he calmed as soon as he realized he was still breathing. Will hadn’t known about his allergy until he’d reached university and the memory of struggling to breathe while everyone around him panicked uselessly still made him shiver. Sarah had been his savior that night, her level head helping her process and take charge of the situation enough to help her procure epinephrine from the crowd, and Will silently wondered if he’d ever thanked her for saving him. Next came his shoulders and arms which he discovered were wrapped tightly around a pillow and then his stomach which after last night he had expected to find more than a little unsettled but instead sat quietly. Finally came his legs and feet which sat skewed out at awkward angles and felt even heavier than his eyes which was unfortunate because the blanket he was under was entirely too thick for this time of year. After a feeble attempt to kick the blankets free and finding his legs uncooperative he simply resigned himself to the discomfort and worked to steal at least a few more minutes of sleep. He fidgeted with his swollen tongue and found the experience to be oddly comforting so he continued, idly pulling at it with his lips and cheeks, and found himself slowly disappearing once again behind the doors of sleep. Will rose from sleep like a drowning man breaking the surface of a lake. As he had dozed the second time his mind had walked a careful tightrope between dreams and reality and in that time it had reached some startling conclusions. It had been the last one, that Will was wearing a diaper, which had driven him so forcefully awake. He shot up and finally took the opportunity to look around and his stomach felt like it was on an elevator in free fall. He seized the opportunity to rip the blankets off of himself and the sight of the massive bulge that surrounded his waist only confirmed his horrors. “Wah we fwa” Will shouted, the words coming out clumsy and unintelligible around his swollen tongue. It was then that Will discovered his tongue wasn’t actually swollen and instead he was busy sucking on a pacifier. As Will made this latest discovery he also saw the door open widely and he watched as Sarah strode in, a smile evident on his face. “Sawah whd yu do?” Will asked trying to infuse as much accusation into his voice as possible. “Good morning to you too sleepy head.” Sarah said her bright and cheery voice matching her widening smile. “How did my little one sleep?” She asked approaching the crib which Will had only then noticed he was in. “Sarah what’s going on?!” Will asked finally thinking to remove the pacifier his traitorous body had continued to suckle on. “What’s going on is that you lost a bet and I began my collection last night at midnight.” Sarah replied tripping the latch on one side of his crib. The bars dropped quickly pulled down by the weight of the solid woods it was built from. “By doing this?!” Will said gesturing from his chest to his hips, his voice thick with confusion and getting louder with each question. Sarahs response caught Will off guard as he had expected some sort of explanation or apology and instead simply received two fingers snaking into the humiliatingly large padding that rested between his legs. Much to his horror and embarrassment it was only then that Will realized that the diaper he wore was wet, a fact that he and Sarah now both knew. “Yes” Sarah said in a voice that was full of authority. “And it’s a good thing I did or I’d be replacing another mattress.” This point she punctuated by pushing the incredibly damp padding covering his crotch. “Now you can pout about this all day or you can let me change you but those are your only two options.” Sarah finished as her hand continued to push the very damp padding into him. “Sarah this is ridiculous and you know it!” Will protested while attempting to squirm out of her grasp. Finally unable to escape her pressing hand he looked at her and begrudgingly he finally said “Fine, I’ll take the change.” “Perfect, all you have to do is ask!” Sarah said her honey smooth voice seeming out of place to Will. “ASK?!” Will erupted. “Yes, if you have any interest in not spending the day in an incredibly wet diaper I want to hear you say ‘Sarah will you please change my diaper’.” Sarah said keeping her tone level. Will flushed and fidgeted under her gaze but finally he swallowed enough of his pride to say “Sarah, would you please change my diaper.” Will couldn’t bring himself to look his friend in the eye as he asked this and so he was surprised when he found himself lifted from his seated position by a pair of hands placed beneath his armpits. He was hefted up and then a hand was placed underneath his diapered bottom which much to his chagrin pushed the overly damp padding onto his skin with a squish. This proved to be a fleeting issues as he was placed onto the padded surface of what appeared to him to be a dresser. Before he had time to consider this a hand was placed gently on his chest and Sarah willed him to lay down. Will obeyed having little other option but he still winced as the movement forced the crotch of his clothing to pull tightly at the massive diaper. Will suspected the blush that colored his cheeks was the deepest red it had ever been as he realized that he was wearing a onesie. “Don’t worry sweetie I’ll have this handeled quickly and then we can get some breakfast.” Sarah said her hands already at work on the snaps of the childish garment. Will prepared his retort but as he opened his mouth to deliver it he felt bulbous plastic invade his mouth and held in place by one of Sarahs fingers. “I suspect this would also be a good time to explain today so do me a favor and keep that where it is.” Sarah rested her finger on the pacifier for a second as she looked to Will for confirmation and after he finally gave her a small nod she removed her hand. “Now I have an entire day where you have promised to do what I ask and I mean to take full advantage of that. Yes you are in a diaper and you will stay that way without complaint which is the first and most important rule for today. Because I know this is probably a very embarrassing situation for you I promise that we will not go out in public and the only ones who will know about today will be Ally and myself.” Upon hearing Sarah say this Will visibly relaxed. “The second rule is that while you are in diapers you will act like someone in diapers. This means that if you need something you will come to me or Ally for help rather than do it yourself. This may take some getting used to but that’s what the third rule is there for.” Sarah let this last bit hang in the air as her eyes glittered in excitement. As she dictated her terms Sarah busied herself tending to Wills extremely bloated diaper. Keeping her tone authoritative she began by pulling loose the tape and pulling open the plastic prison she had trapped him in the night before. Next she wiped Will clean which proved to be more stressful than the rest because the night previous she had not needed to do this step. Sarah watched Wills face as she ran the wipe over his skin and though he refused to meet her eyes his embarrassment was evident. Once she had satisfied herself that his skin was clean Sarah tossed the wipes into the open diaper and gently lifted Wills butt to pull it free. Following this she took a healthy amount of lotion and began to warm it up in her hands just like she had the night previous. Once it was suitably warmed Sarah lifted Wills ankles and continued. “The third rule is simple, misbehave and get spanked.” Sarah punctuated this statement by slapping her free hand onto Wills exposed butt in a quick but surprisingly gentle motion. “Follow rule one and two and we will have a great day together but have no doubt that rule three exists for a reason.” As she said this Sarah went about spreading the lotion over Wills skin, her gentle ministrations earing her an involuntary reaction from Will and causing his blush to deepen. Sarah considered teasing him about that but decided against it wanting to ease Will into his new role. She finished quickly with the lotion looked below Will thoughtfully for a minute before pulling up a fresh diaper and unfolding it in front of him. The diaper was wat over the bulk of it but blue designs ran along the outside edges of it starting below a stip that showed several different childish drawings of planes in flight. In the center, resting between the blue border and running front to back, was scattered dark gray clouds some with rain pouring from and others with a yellow lightning bolt coming out the center. “Lift your butt” Sarah said sliding the diaper beneath Will as he obeyed her request. “Aren’t these diapers just the cutest?!” Sarah asked as she retrieved the powder from the cabinet below Will “There something alright” Will grumbled darkly still refusing to meet her gaze but letting out a slight shiver as a large amount of the soft cold powder was poured out onto his skin. Sarah rubbed the powder onto every inch of exposed skin and comfortable with the amount she pulled the diaper snugly between Wills legs. He had been asleep for this part last night but today she could see the reaction it earned, Will trying to bury his face in the side of his changing table his mouth working silently like it always did when he was starting to feel a lot of stress. Seeing this Sarah hurried the rest of the process, pulling the diaper to Wills stomach and using the tapes to secure it snugly in place and without saying anything she placed a hand on his back and the other on his neck drawing him up into a sitting position. Then she hugged him, hugged him like she never had before, an embrace that radiated warmth into his body and promised care and protection. “There now isn’t that so much better.” Sarah said this as she released Will from the hug and lifting him to his feet off the changing table. She suspected if he had to Will could get on the top of it with now assistance but she enjoyed knowing that it was tall enough for Will to require help getting onto and off of it. Sarahs first look at Will standing up in his diaper was like Christmas come early for the amazon. His legs bowed outwards because of the bulk of the padding between his legs, Sarah had chosen one of the thicker diapers she’d purchased for just this reason, and the bottom of his onesie hung open. She could see his head working and she was glad she was staring just then because her joy swelled with his first tentative step. The action caused the diaper to crinkle noticeably and from just the movement Sarah could see it forcing a waddle from him. His second was a little more confident but in that moment he finally looked up at her and forced her to stop staring. “We should get you dressed” Sarah said using the chance to try and hide her voyeurism. “Do you want to pick the outfit?” Sarah offered. “Yes” Will said with more excitement then she expected. “I pick the clothes I brought with me last night.” “Oh sweetie those clothes are not what someone in diapers would wear. In fact I bet your pants wouldn’t even fit over it.” Sarah said chiding Will. “Now come pick out an outfit or I’ll pick one for you.” Will seeing his defeat clear in her eyes he approached the closet dragging his feet the best he can with his legs so pushed out by his diaper. The closet was a terrible sight for Will, childish outfits hanging ominously waiting to ensnare him in their pastel colors and overly soft fabrics. He searched in vain for an outfit that wasn’t going to reduce him to a pouting three year old but all he saw were onesies and footie pajamas, overalls and shirts with big cartoon pictures and in the corer something that looked frighteningly like a sundress. Will pointedly ignored this outfit and instead picked a pair of gray overalls that he hoped would look the least childish though to his frustration Sarah picked out a shirt that Will had only seen the back of. His choices made Sarah pulled the onesie up over his head leaving him in nothing more than his diaper. Wills hands did their best to provide him some privacy but did little to hide his shame and he was more grateful than he expected to be to have the shirt pulled down over his head. The shirt was shade of blue lighter than what was on his diaper and featured a to do list that looked to be done in crayon consisting of only three items: 1. Eat 2. Sleep 3. Look Adorable. When Will compared it to some of the other shirts in the closet he was glad it had been this one. “Alright lift your legs” Sarah commanded holding the opening of the overalls open for him. “I can dress myself Will” Will said trying to take the garment from her. “According to rule two you can’t so you can either step in or…” She let the end of her sentence hang in the air letting Will mull over her unspoken threat. She smiled as he submitted to her help and slid his first leg into the opening followed by the second. She pulled the garment up his legs until it sat snugly over his diaper, the material extending only a quarter of the way to his knee. Next Sarah pulled the straps up over his shoulder and secured them to the front of the garment and checked over the bottom of it ensure all the snaps were closed. This finished Sarah took a step back to admire the outfit and give Will her best loving smile. Finally she stepped over to the dresser in the corner, the only piece of furniture to survive the rooms transformation, and come back with a length of what looked like ribbon that had a pacifier dangling off of it. This Sarah secured to the one of the straps of his overall and as Will opened his mouth to object he found it instead invaded by the rubber nipple of a pacifier. “You’re not to take that out unless someone takes it out for you” Sarah said while pulling apart a pair of socks. “Now sit down so I can put your socks on.” Will obeyed noting glumly how the thick padding that surrounded his butt left it elevate and allowed Sarah to slide the socks onto his feet not fighting the gesture. This finished she helped him to his feet and walked to the door inviting him to follow with a wave of her hand. The hallway that the bedrooms shared wasn’t particularly long and at the end of it sat the half stair separating the two stories but with his diapered and frustratingly slippery socks the walk could have lasted a year for Will. Once he reached the stairs Sarah scooped him up and carried him down to where he hears Ally hard at work in the kitchen. Allys first glimpse of Will was so much more than she could have dreamed of. She had been working in the kitchen all morning preparing a breakfast that all three of them could enjoy and the task had done wonders to keep her mind busy but she had also been waiting all morning to see the result of Sarahs planning. She was stirring some oatmeal on the stove when Sarah came around the corner and in her arms sat Will looking every bit like a bashful toddler with his face buried in her shoulder. She could see the bulge of his diaper around his waist and could even see some of the material poking out above the waistband of his overalls. It took all of her willpower not to excitedly squeal at the sight and instead simply ruffled Wills hair with a cheery “Good morning sleepyhead.” “How long on breakfast?” Sarah asked, idly bouncing will in her arms. “Only about five minutes but I left out a banana he can snack on.” Ally said indicating the plate sitting at the table. “Perfect, I’ll get him settled then” Sarah said approaching the table. If Will had been able to pull his head out of Sarahs shoulder where it sat pointedly buried he might have been prepared for this next indignity but instead he was caught by surprise as Sarah adjusted her grip and carefully deposited him in a chair. So unprepared was Will that he didn’t realize he had just been deposited into a large wooden highchair until straps were pulled over his stomach and one in between his legs to click together. Next the tray was pushed into place coming to rest with a satisfying (or horrifying depending on who in the house you polled) click all its own. Finally the pacifier that he was unconsciously sucking on was pulled from his mouth and a plate of already cut up bananas were placed on the tray before him. “You can start with these and we’ll get you your full breakfast in just a few minutes” Sarah said as she turned to walk back to the kitchen. Free from the pacifier Sarah noticed his lips making small movements as he silently recited something to himself. Sarah helped Ally put the finishing touches on the breakfast, plating up what she had already completed and finishing the oatmeal while the other girl buttered pieces of toast that had just erupted from the toaster. It took two trips to get everything moved from the kitchen to the dining room and Sarah had made a point of saving Wills food for last. She and Sarah would be having pancakes and toast, yogurt with fruit and granola, orange juice and coffee and two delicious looking strips of bacon a piece and Will looked hungrily at the plates the girls set in front of their chairs. Wills breakfast would consist a very creamy oatmeal which Sarah had sweetened with honey and a little brown sugar, sliced bananas and scrambled eggs and yogurt with granola. The true indignities however were the sippy cup full of orange juice that Sarah placed onto the tray next to his plate and the bib which Sarah tied around his neck. This she accomplished without a fight by surprising him from behind with it, the piece tied securely onto him before he even realized what had happened. The silverware they gave him was blessedly real silverware instead of the plastic monstrosities that amazons were always forcing littles to with but Will found that to be out of his reach sitting next to Sarah who had taken a set next to his highchair. Once she had settled herself she passed Wills fork over to him but the spoon she held onto and used to give his oatmeal a final stir before collecting a spoonful of it and blowing until it had cooled. This bite she offered to Will who reached up to take the utensil from her, hope strong in his eyes. “Let me do it sweetie” Sarah said pushing his hands away with her free one. “You’ll only make too much of a mess of it.” This she said while pushing the spoon slowly but confidently towards Wills mouth which he kept firmly shut. He had played enough of her stupid games and he had been a good sport the least she could do was let him feed himself. This fuming was interrupted as a spoonful of oatmeal was smeared over his mouth and running it’s way towards his chin. “What was that fo” Will started but his words were cut off as a spoonful of the oatmeal shot into his open mouth. He closed it on impulse and the spoon slid free having accomplished it’s goal. Sarah took the chance Wills shocked chew and swallow motions to take a bit of her own food and then collect another spoonful of the oatmeal. As this bit approached Wills mouth he kept it clamped shut and his eyes dared her to try to get him to open it again. Sarahs response was simply to smear this next spoonful again on his mouth though this time a little lower. Her first attempt was already dripping down onto the bib that she had tied around him and Sarah smiled as Will fumed every bit the fussy baby. By the third time she had simply smeared his breakfast onto his face, making sure to get a little onto each cheek Will realized he was fighting a losing fight with Sarah and if he wanted to not be hungry all day he would have to cooperate. Their breakfast followed along this pattern, Will getting his bite first and then Sarah, and as they continued she began to talk to Will in the absent conversation she seemed to have with him during his most childish moments. She made the spoon into an airplane and a train and at one point a construction vehicle complete with the beeping noises that usually accompany it’s backing up. This was Allys favorite as she openly laughed at how much fun Sarah was having and it had even earned her a flash of smile from Will. Once she had fed him the entire bowl of oatmeal she left him to feed himself his eggs while she finished her own meal and then she turned her attention back to Will to feed him the cup of yogurt. By the time the entire ordeal was finished Wills face was a mess with oatmeal surrounding his mouth and bits of it drying on his cheek. There was even some yogurt on his nose which Will was sure Sarah did intentionally. His bib wasn’t in much better shape, everything that had wound up on his face running down to dot its surface and Will grimaced when he read ‘Artist in the Making’ stitched across the front. Will took the chance to finish the last of the juice which he bristled about having to suck out of a sippy cup but this whole morning had left him feeling raw and this he brooded about until Sarah came back a washcloth in hand. Before he could react she had one hand gripping his chin and the other wiping his face clean. “You really made me a masterpiece didn’t you” Sarah complimented him as she removed his bib. “Now be good while we clean up.” Sarah punctuated this by pressing the pacifier back into Wills mouth, her finger pushing it firmly into his mouth and then resting on its end to as a reminder not to remove it. Unable to do anything Will folded his arms across the tray of the high chair and lowered his head onto them. He stayed this way the entire time the girls cleaned up trying to work though everything that was happening to him. He had woken up in a diaper and to make matters worse it was a wet diaper. Sarah had been ready for all of this and Will wondered for the first time why she had all of this furniture and all of these supplies on hand and that chilling thought made him wonder what her intentions were. Of course he had heard the stories and of course he had seen the littles so Will knew that these sorts of things happened all the time but they only happened to littles and Sarah hated that fact. Will had heard her go on tirades about amazons treating littles like babies and stealing from them any chance they had at success but here she was doing the exact same thing she hated to her friend of all people. He shuddered a little as he thought about all of the things he had seen littles subjected to in his life, things like public spankings and diaper changes, but what deep in his chest left Will frightened was the loss of identity they experienced. When you saw a little in public all they did was eat, sleep, and make messes of their diapers and Will shuddered at the thought of such an empty existence. His thoughts spiraled like this deeper into the cold grips of fear and Will felt the beginning of a panic attack settling in. He continued to tell himself that it could always be worse as he had been doing all morning but the fear that had grown in his chest seemed to whisper back “How?” He scrambled desperately for the answer that would keep him calm but none came and Will found his chest getting tighter and his heart begin to pound against his ribs. His breathing grew shallow and all that existed in his mind was fear. Sarah had positioned herself so that even as she cleaned she could keep an eye on Will and so it was easy for her to spot when Will began to struggle in his highchair. She had left him strapped into it because the books she had read said that setting boundaries and applying restraints was important early on to set expectations but as Wills breathing because quicker and more shallow she questioned the decision. This line of thought happened on auto pilot as Sarah was already in motion rushing to Wills side. His eyes were a little wild at the edges and he seemed frozen in place, the only part of him moving was his chest and that rose and fell in quick shallow movements. In her rush the buckle proved that held Will in place took two tries to release but as soon as the straps had fallen away Sarah had scooped Will out of the highchair and carried him over to the couch held close to her chest. She held him close as she sat and began to rub his back in calm and gentle circles whispering to him the whole time. “It’s okay, I’m right here and nothing’s going to happen to you” Sarah whispered infusing as much reassurance into her voice as she could. Slowly this repepated phrase and a few like it turned into humming as Sarah continued to hold him close to her chest. The tune had been one her mother had always hummed as she worked around the house or done things like brushing Sarahs hair and she continued to hum it’s notes as she watched Wills breathing regain a bit of control. She stopped rubbing Wills back briefly to mime a request for water to Ally and the other amazon obliged retrieving Wills cup and refilling it. Slowly Sarah drew Will out of the terrifying spiral that had led to this and finally as if waking from a trance he glanced up at her. She had repositioned him once she saw his breathing begin it’s return to normal and when Will finally drew completely out of his head he found himself laying on the couch his head resting in Sarahs lap as she stroked his hair. “There he is” She cooed down at him her smile holding more than a little relief. “Drink some water sweetie, it will help.” This she said as she guided the sippy cup into his mouth. Will began to drink and to Sarahs delight he shifted drawing himself a little closer to her his head now touching her stomach and his eyes slowly closing. He drank dutifully finishing the cup of water quickly and after she had removed it from his lips Will took a deep and steadying breath. Seeing this Sarah guided him into a sitting position and drew him entirely into her lap. Her arms snaked around his stomach and her lips placed a gentle kiss at his temple. Will, still shaken from the attack, pressed himself more into her drawing comfort from the embrace and finally mastering his breathing completely. He didn’t know how long he sat in Sarahs lap but the entire time she hummed the tune that he had begun to grow used to. It filled Wills stomach with a warmth that scared away the last of that icy cold fear and he shifted his head pressing his ear onto her chest and letting the vibrations roll through him.
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  6. Chapter 2: Entrances The study session was set to begin at half past noon at London's house. London, who did not have a cell phone, was thus unreachable to Myles until he arrived at her front doorstep. Myles was surprised to find that London lived in the same neighborhood he did, and that her home was less than a ten minute walk away. It being a mild autumn day, Myles decided he would walk to her house to begin would be a very interesting day of studying for him. He arrived at her doorstep at 12:30. Having slightly overslept, he skipped both breakfast and lunch in order to arrive on time. Knocking on the door, Myles wondered what sort of home life he could expect from London and her family. From the outside, the house seemed like a perfectly normal one-story rambler home, the kind that was so common in the neighborhood. About 20 seconds after Myles knocked, the door opened to reveal a woman who looked quite like London, though a couple decades older -- dark hair, curvy body, round face, nice smile. Obviously she was London's mother, and the impression was further bolstered when she, cheerily, let out a charmingly positive "Hi there!" "You must be Myles," the mother said happily, and with a note of curiosity. "Yes, hi, this is London's house?" Myles asked, and when assured that it was, he was escorted inside. "London is just having a little playtime right now, I'll go and get her," London's mother said, shutting the door behind her and quickly disappearing behind another door. Playtime? Myles asked himself. Perhaps London was really into video games or something. Still, it was a strange way to refer to the pastimes of a young woman of eighteen. Suddenly, a door burst open as London rushed out. Myles was taken aback by what he saw. Even for London, her attire was childish. She wore a bright pink tutu over blue shorts, a white "Adventure Time" t-shirt, and a plastic tiara on top of her head. She looked like an overgrown 5-year-old just back from a tea party with her imaginary friends. "Hi, Myles!" she said, not realizing or not caring about Myles's confusion. Her mother came in after her, chuckling. "Are you gonna wear your play clothes while you're studying, London?" she asked. "No, Momma," London replied, "I'll take 'em off now!" Quickly, as though she had done it a thousand times or more, London stripped off her tutu and took the tiara off her head and handed them both to her mother, hands outreached and ready to put them both away. "Oh, dear," said her mother, smirking, "I hope you can remember one day to put these away on your own." And then she walked out, leaving Myles and London alone with just each other and their thoughts. This might get weird, thought Myles. In what seemed like no time, London -- without hesitation or warning -- grabbed Myles by the arm and led him to the living room. "Come on, let's get started!" she exclaimed. Myles was flattered and even excited by London's show of affection and close contact, even as he was befuddled by all the new information he was taking in. It was getting to be a lot. Things settled a bit once the two twins put their proverbial noses to the grindstone and started working on their project, comparing their own notes on To Kill a Mockingbird as it seemed to them so far. Despite her childlike affectations and happy-go-lucky demeanor, London was nevertheless a dedicated and intelligent student, and was clearly quite into the book and its themes, which Myles found to be impenetrable. Still, the two were getting along well, and making progress on their project until a strange moment occurred. About half an hour after the two started working, London had dropped her pencil, which rolled on the floor until it slipped under the couch she was sitting on. "Oh, no!" she said. "I think I have an extra," Myles began, but as soon as he got the words out, London was already up from the couch and bent over, digging under the couch with her arms to get a hold of the pencil. Completely turned away from Myles, and bent over, her blue shorts couldn't help but sag, revealing what lay underneath. Like most teenaged boys, Myles felt compelled to look and catch and glimpse of whatever no-doubt adorable panties were under her shorts, only to be completely flabbergasted by what he saw. It wasn't a thong or G-string, no "barely there" cheeky panties, or other manner of lacy underthings, but was instead something he was sure he saw poke out of his little cousins' shorts at family gatherings. It wasn't the pink and purple waistband that gave it away, nor the butterfly-laden design, so much as the unmistakable texture of the thing -- she was wearing a kind of pull-up diaper, bedwetting underwear for little kids, a Goodnite. "Found it!" the pull ups-clad girl exclaimed before righting herself and sitting back down on the couch, pencil in hand. Myles found himself in a stupor. What the heck was going on? Oblivious of what to do or say, his mouth was ajar and his eyes in a daze, and he said nothing. He even turned white, though he had no way of knowing that. "Myles, are you okay?" the girl asked. "Um, yeah, I just, uh...don't feel very good." "Oh no, well we can't have that," London said, before shouting "MOMMA!" London's mother came in from the other room. "What is it, dear?" "Myles isn't feeling so good. What should we do?" London's mother frowned. "Say, Mister, have you had anything to eat today?" Myles stammered something out resembling a "No." "We can't have that. I'll make you kids something to snack on while you work. How do you like PB&Js?" Myles awkwardly nodded his head, silently deciding that nonverbal communication was gonna be how he was gonna make himself known for a while. "He said yes, Momma!" London said, smiling. After a few minutes of quiet reading and note-taking, the two study buddies were met by London's mother as she entered the living room with two plates, each with a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich (crusts cut off) and crackers. "Thanks, Momma!" London said, happy as ever. London's mother stood for a moment after placing the plates on the coffee table. "Aren't you going to say something, young man?" she said. "Oh, yes, um, thank you," Myles managed to get out. The mother turned and headed back to the kitchen before immediately returning with two transparent sippy cups, complete with handles, filled with milk. She placed one beside each teenager. No. Thought Myles. This was not right. London might have every right to act like a stupid pants-wetting kindergartener at her own home, but she was not going to rope him into this. Myles had decided then and there, after those past few minutes of incoherence and muttering, that he was going to make his voice known, and to say loud and clear to London and London's mother that he was an adult, and not going to stand for this.
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  7. Hi everyone, This is the first chapter of a new story I've been writing. It is actually a sequel of sorts. A couple of years ago, I wrote the first few chapters to a story entitled "Katelynn and Mia's Diapered Senior Year". Overtime, I lost interest in the story, and it was never completed. But I never lost interest in the protagonist of my story, Katelynn, or her life story. So, I decided to bring Katelynn back in a new situation. She is still the same person she was, but she is older and in college. I will not be continuing "Katelynn and Mia's Diapered Senior Year". Even though this is technically a sequel, it is really more of an installment in an ongoing series. While it wouldn't hurt to go back and read "Katelynn and Mia's Diapered Senior Year", I don't think it is necessary. This story has background information and fills in the gaps. This is a little shorter of a story, I just wanted something smaller to work on while I consider what the future holds for the Katelynn Story series. Thanks, and as always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy. Dear Katelynn, On behalf of The Tokyo University of the Arts, I am pleased to inform you of your acceptance into the Music Composition Exchange Program… “Yes, yes, yes!” Katelynn thought to herself. “Mom”, she yelled, “I got in! I’m going to Japan next semester!”. Katelynn’s mother rushed into her daughter’s room. Her daughter was laying on top of her bed, wearing nothing but a shirt and what appeared to be a soaked diaper. Jennifer loved her daughter, but sometimes she wondered about the whole diaper thing. After she gave birth to Katelynn, there was a short period when Jennifer needed to make use of “incontinence products”, and she hated every minute of it. So, to see her daughter, her perfectly healthy twenty-one year old daughter, wearing a wet, and by the smell of her room, messy diaper, perplexed her. But in this moment she was happy for her daughter, and she said so. “That’s really great, Katelynn. I knew you could do it.” “Thanks, mom. I honestly didn’t know if I would get it. The program is so competitive. But I really did it, I’m really going to Japan for four months…Shit, I’m going to Japan for four months!” “Hey, language.” “Sorry.” “Well, yeah, sweetie, it’s a little scary, but most worthwhile things are. And you, of all people, have never been one to back down from a challenge.” “I guess…but I’ve never done anything this big. And four months is a long time.” “But you’re so brave”, her mother replied. “You left home to go to school in New York City, you marched downtown for gay rights, you go to the store and buy adult diapers in person, for god’s sake. Anyone willing to do that is insane, courageous, or both.” Katelynn laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. I really am excited!” “And there’s nothing wrong with being a little nervous”, her mother smiled. “Now, if my nose is correct, someone is in a very stinky diaper, and it sure isn’t me”. Katelynn blushed. “It’s no big deal, Mom. I’ll change later.” “I don’t understand how that can’t bother you. Come on, let me change you.” “Really, Mom, I know you and Dad don’t like changing my diapers. You don’t have to.” “Well, today is a special occasion. I’m still you’re mother, and I can still change your diaper.” “Honestly, this is a really messy diaper, Mom. I don’t even want to change it. And that’s coming from someone who actually likes diapers. “ “Way before you were changing your diapers, I was changing your diapers. I can handle it.” Katelynn’s mom was already opening a drawer to get a diaper. “Which one do you want? Remember, we’re going to dinner with your father and his boss tonight. Maybe something that doesn’t show too much?” “I’m going to wear a dress, so it doesn’t make much of a difference. But, just in case, we’ll avoid the babyish diapers. A Molicare is fine.” “Umm…which one?” “The purple one”, replied Katelynn. “Oh”, said Jennifer, “well, that’s pretty cute. Are you sure you don’t want the pink one with owls? It’s thinner. It looks like a pull-up one.” “Those are Goodnites. They are thinner, but they’re meant for pre-teen bedwetters, and they don’t hold a lot. So, probably not the best choice. I don’t want to wet too much and have Dad need to explain to his boss while his college age daughter’s diaper leaked.” “Well… and don’t take this the wrong way… but have you thought about just not wearing one tonight?” “Mom!” Katelynn shot back. “I mean, you don’t need to wear a diaper, it just might be easier than” “I’ve worn diapers non-stop for almost three years. I haven’t even sat on a toilet in that time. I don’t see why tonight should be any different. I wear to school, to work, around family and friends. No one has ever noticed.” “Not that you know of.” “If I can’t wear a diaper then I’m not going.” “It was just a suggestion, you can wear a diaper. So, the purple one?” “Yes, please”, Katelynn cheered. She was already laying on her changing mat on top of her bed. They didn’t have a changing table. Katelynn had a lot of friends over, and having an adult size changing table in her room wasn’t exactly discrete. Katelynn’s mom began to change her daughter. Katelynn wasn’t wearing pants, so her mother began to undo the tabs. After they were open, she pulled back the diaper. “Wow, honey. You weren’t kidding about the state of your diaper. This thing is drenched and very dirty. Are you feeling okay?” “I told you it was a big job.” “But, you still like diapers?” “I still like diapers.” Jennifer began the clean up process. She grabbed several wipes and went to work. After a few minutes, she lifted up Katelynn’s legs and slid her diaper out from under her. “So we’re going with a diaper tonight, right?” “Yes, Mom.” “Just checking.” Jennifer opened the new diaper. “Do you even have underwear, Katelynn?” “You mean other than my diapers?” “Like panties.” “Umm… no. I got rid of them a long time ago.” “So, you never wear underwear? You always wear diapers, no matter the situation?” “Yeah, I thought you knew that. I haven’t worn panties since before that day I barged into the living room and pulled down my pants to show you and Dad my Goodnites and I said I had decided to wear diapers.” By this time, Jennifer had the diaper open, and she slid it under her daughter. “Oh my god, that was a shock.” Katelynn and Jennifer were referring to an incident when Katelynn was eighteen years old, finishing up her senior year of high school. A couple of days before the living room fiasco, Katelynn’s parents had gone out of town for a weekend vacation. Katelynn needed to take the SAT, so she stayed at home. Katelynn had known about her diaper lover side for some time, but she had never indulged in it. Her parents being away presented her with a perfect opportunity to finally try diapers. After an embarrassing situation when trying to buy Goodnites, Katelynn wore diapers non-stop for the next two days. She enjoyed them so much that she decided to wear them permanently, so she did. When Katelynn made up her mind to do something, she did it. Katelynn had just finished her morning business when her parents returned from vacation. Having always been upfront with her parents, and having always had them accept her, she decided not to waste time in letting them know of her diaper desires. Once her parents had settled in the living room, Katelynn walked to the middle of the room, pulled down her yoga pants, and proceeded to show her parents her wet and messy Goodnites diaper. Naturally her parents were stunned, but once she told them about how she had always wanted to wear diapers, her parents seemed at least tolerant of it. Katelynn has worn diapers ever since, no exceptions. “You and Dad handled it pretty well.” “Don’t you worry about people finding out?” “What’s with all the diaper questions all of a sudden? It’s not like this is a new thing.” “We’ve never really talked about it, even after all this time. And what better time to talk about your diapers than when I’m changing you?” Katelynn look at her Mom. By this time, her mother had finished changing her and she was just on her bed in a fresh diaper. “Yes, I’m very nervous about people finding out about my diapers. But the pros outweigh the cons. Wearing diapers is so much a part of me that I really can’t see myself not wearing them. And yeah, I always get a little nervous when I go dancing or when I play sports, but those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. I’m not going to change myself because I’m afraid of what others might think of me.” “You really are awesome, sweetie”, said Jennifer. “Now, more importantly, what are you going to wear tonight?” Katelynn decided on a yellow, backless dress. It came down to mid thigh, and while it was slimming, it still left room for her diaper. No one would be the wiser when she ate a meal in a room full of people while padded. Her mom poked her head in the bathroom. “Almost ready, honey? We don’t want to be late. This is an important meeting for your father.” “Yeah, Mom, I’m ready.” Katelynn, Jennifer, and Katelynn’s dad, Paul, all hopped into the family car. Katelynn was an only child, and both of her parents worked, so they drove an Audi sedan. Katelynn wasn’t exactly sure why today’s dinner outing was so important, but Katelynn’s father was the vice president of the largest financial firm in New Hampshire, so she figured it was a big deal. “Now Katelynn, I know I don’t have to say this, but I’m going to say it anyway. Mr. Harris is the president of our firm, so I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight. He’s close to retirement, and if I play my cards right, I have a real shot of taking over. He’s a really nice guy, and he has a daughter about your age. I think her name is Grace. Just talk about school and Japan and be your usual self. But, do not, under any circumstances, talk about your diapers.” Katelynn interrupted her father. “Dad, why would I talk about that. I’ve never told anyone other than you and Mom. Trust me, it’s not exactly my choice of conversation.” “Okay, okay. Just making sure. Really, don’t worry. You’re an amazing young woman and we’re very proud of you.” “And I already know Grace. We went to the same high school. She was a couple of grades below me.” They pulled into the restaurant parking lot. It was the nicest Italian place in town. “Mr. Harris spared no expense”, Katelynn thought to herself. “We have a reservation for 7:30 under Harris”, her father told the server. “Your table is ready, please follow me.” “Hi, Paul, great to see you”, said Mr. Harris as Katelynn and her family approached the table. Mr. Harris stood up to greet them. “Hi, Jennifer, great to see you again. And you must be Katelynn. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” “The pleasure is mine”, responded Katelynn. She had met several of her father’s coworkers. She felt very comfortable in fancy situations. “And this is my daughter, Grace. Grace, Katelynn is about your age, she goes to NYU.” “Hey, Katelynn. Long time no see. New York City is a pretty big place. How is it down there?” “I love it. I study music composition and math, so being surrounded by such a great music scene is really awesome.” “Well, let’s sit down and then we can get to know each other”, said Paul. “What do you study, Grace?”, asked Jennifer. “I study economics at Yale. I’m a freshman.” “Yale. That’s very impressive”, responded Jennifer. “Grace is hoping to work on Wall Street one day. I guess the finance scene in New Hampshire is too small for her”, said Mr. Harris. Katelynn fidgeted a little in her seat. She had needed to pee since they left the house. Instinctively, she released her bladder and began to wet her diaper. The others were carrying on a conversation, so she wasn’t worried about them hearing her pee slosh around in her diaper. Her diaper grew warm and began to swell. Even after three years, wetting her diaper never bored Katelynn. Especially when she had an unknowing audience. Katelynn looked up and saw her mother eyeing her knowingly. “She knows exactly what I’m doing”, thought Katelynn. She continued to unleash a torrent into her diaper. “Katelynn…Katelynn.” She looked up at the others. “Mr. Harris asked you a question”, said her father. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was a little out of it.” Her father shot her a subtly angry glance. “I was hoping you could tell me your big news, about going to Japan”, repeated Mr. Harris. “I’d love to. New York University and a university in Tokyo have an exchange for music students. We can go to Japan for a semester, while they can come to New York for a semester. We spend the time abroad taking classes, learning about culture, and at the end of the semester we have to create a musical piece inspired by our time there.” “Well, that sounds like a very nice opportunity. I’ve always said that Asia will play a major role in the future. It’s good to be exposed to their culture early on. Now, you said you are a composer. What do you compose?” “Piano, mostly. That’s what I play, so that’s what I compose for.” “Katelynn is incredible on the piano”, added Jennifer. “She is the pianist for NYU’s most prestigious performing group.” “We’ll have to have you play for us sometime”, said Mr. Harris. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom”, said Grace. She looked at Katelynn in the way that all girls do when they don’t want to go to the bathroom alone. Katelynn got up, nervously. She didn’t have much practice at using the girl’s restroom, after all. Her mother looked at her, worried. Katelynn gave an apprehensive smile. She got up and followed Grace to the bathroom. No one else was in the restroom. Before Katelynn could make it to a stall, Grace grabbed her by the arm. Katelynn looked in surprise, and became even more surprised when Grace began to make out with her. Katelynn pushed her away. “What the hell are you doing?” “I Facebook stalked you before we came here. I saw on your profile that you said you were interested in women.” “So what if I am, that doesn’t mean you can” Before she could finish her sentence, Grace had started kissing her again. Grace reached around Katelynn’s waist and began to move her hand up Katelynn’s dress. Katelynn felt Grace’s hand tickle its way up her thigh. Then she felt Grace’s hand squish into her very wet diaper. “What the…are you…is that a diaper?” blurted out Grace. Katelynn stared at her, speechless. Tears were beginning to pool in her eyes. It finally happened. Someone knew about her diapers. Grace squished Katelynn’s diaper. “And is it wet? Oh my god.” Grace was so in disbelief that she actually lifted up Katelynn’s dress to see the sopping diaper. Katelynn was paralyzed. Not only had someone violated her body, her diaper was now fully exposed to her offender. It was too much. The tough, courageous girl who was so confident in herself began to fall apart. She started to cry. “Oh, wow. This is too good”, snorted grace. “I can’t wait to tell everyone at our old school that you’re a big diaper baby!” That did it. Katelynn was overcome by anger. She raised her hand and slapped Grace across the face, hard. Grace let out a gasp. “Even though I’m standing in front of you in wet diaper, crying, I will always be a bigger person than you”, snarled Katelynn. Grace was looked at her angrily, then rushed out of the bathroom. Katelynn wiped her eyes and straightened out her dress. Before she could gather her thoughts, the door opened and a woman walked in, holding her daughter by the hand. Instead of leading her to a stall, the mother picked up her daughter, who was probably eight or nine, and set her down on the plastic changing table hanging from the wall. “Lilly, you know you’re not supposed to poop in your pull-ups. Do I need to put you back in diapers?” asked the mother. “Not so loud, Mom”, said Lilly. She looked up at Katelynn, embarrassed. “You just had to fill your diaper when Daddy and I are trying to have a nice evening. Never mind that we couldn’t find a baby sitter because no one was willing to change a ten year old’s diaper. Do you know how awkward it is to explain to someone that your ten year old daughter still isn’t fully potty trained?” “Please, Mommy, not so loud.” By this time Katelynn was at the sink, washing her hands. But she could see in the mirror that the little girl was looking at her, completely humiliated. Katelynn felt so sorry for her. She turned around. Now, the mother had down her daughter’s pants, and Katelynn could see a yellowed Goodnite on the girl. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of”, said Katelynn to the girl and mother. “I wear diapers, too.” Oddly, Katelynn was feeling very confident in her diapers. Now that one person knew, she didn’t care if some random stranger knew. The little girl’s face lit up. Before the mother could say anything, Katelynn walked out of the restroom. “There she is”, said her father as Katelynn seated herself. “We were just getting ready to order”, added her mother. They ordered their food and then continued on with the conversation. Katelynn thought her father was having a good time, which made her happy. Every time Katelynn looked up, Grace was staring at her. “All she’s thinking about is me in a diaper”, thought Katelynn. “She’s thinking about me eating dinner in a diaper, going about my day in a diaper. Well, I don’t care.” Katelynn hated Grace. She just wanted to finish her food and go home. She shifted her weight in her seat. Her diaper squished. By now, Katelynn’s urge to poop was growing strong. It had been an hour since she felt the need. This restaurant had great food, but service was slow. Katelynn never cared much about waiting to mess her diaper. She had always just kind of gone poop wherever she was. She had messed during cheer leading practice, while playing a piano concert, she even dropped a load in her diaper during her high school valedictorian speech. Without a lot of thought, Katelynn began to fill her diaper. She did her best to stay still and keep a straight face while she pushed the sizable load into the rear of her pants. Since she was sitting down, her mess spread to all corners of her diaper. She relaxed and finished. Her messing ended with her giving her diaper another good wetting. Once again, her mother shot her a knowing glance. Katelynn smirked a little. Jennifer motioned to the bathroom with her eyes. Katelynn didn’t respond. She had just gone to the bathroom, she didn’t want to get up again. Jennifer took out her phone and texted Katelynn. “There is no way you are staying here in that diaper. I know what you just did. Go change before you stink up the whole restaurant.” “I didn’t bring any spare diapers or wipes.”, Katelynn texted back. “Why not?” “We’re only going to be here a couple of hours, I didn’t think I would need them”. “OMG”. “It’s no biggie. I usually keep my messy diapers on for a while”. “By the look on your face, it was a biggie. And it’s not you I’m worried about.” “It smells a little strange”, said Mr. Harris. “I hope the toilet isn’t backed up”. “I bet it’s nothing”, Said Katelynn’s dad. By this time he had figured out what was going on and shot an angry glance at Katelynn. Grace stared at Katelynn, her face was in shock and her eyes were big. Katelynn looked at her, and knew that Grace knew what she had done in her diaper. Katelynn looked down at her phone. She had a new message from her mother. “Well, is there something you can do? Because we clearly have a situation here, and I don’t just mean the one in your pants.” Katelynn thought about it. She thought that maybe she could ask that mother and her daughter for a Goodnite, but Katelynn didn’t see them in the restaurant. She thought about just changing out of her diaper and going commando, but she was so messy that clean up would be intense without diaper wipes. Plus, she didn’t really want to stop wearing diapers, even for a short time. Before she could think of a solution, Grace began to speak. “Jennifer, I don’t mean to intrude, but I don’t think that smell is the toilet. I think Katelynn had an accident in her diaper”, said Grace. Paul almost choked on his food. Everyone looked at Grace in shock. “Grace, that’s absurd. Why would you say something like that? I apologize, I think Grace was just trying to make a joke”, replied Mr. Harris. But Mr. Harris looked at Katelynn and noticed that she had started crying quietly. Jennifer looked at her husband, then began to speak to Mr. Harris. “Actually, Katelynn has some issues with control. She wears protection to deal with the issue.” “Nothing to be embarrassed about”, said Mr. Harris. “Nothing at all. I’m sorry that I had to find that out, Katelynn. The only thing to be ashamed of is the behavior of my daughter. Which is ironic, considering she wet the bed until her senior year of high school. She doesn’t have much to make fun of, since I changed her diaper every morning until she was eighteen. Why she would make fun of your situation is beyond me, but I truly apologize.” “Daddy! You’re not supposed to talk about that”, interjected Grace. “Grace, don’t start with me. You forfeited your right to privacy as soon as you intruded into Katelynn’s privacy. Jennifer, Paul, Katelynn, tonight has been a pleasure, but I think we should leave. Paul, I’ll see you on Monday. I don’t want to give anything away, but if you keep up the good work, I could really see you leading this firm one day.” Paul stood up, surprised. “Thank you, sir, thank you for the lovely dinner.” Mr. Harris put two-hundred dollars on the table and stood up. “That should cover it.” Grace stood up and followed her father out the door. Katelynn and her family looked at each other in disbelief. “All things considered, that went fairly well”, laughed Katelynn’s father, awkwardly. “I can’t believe Grace would be so mean”, said Jennifer. “Honey, how did she know you wear diapers?” Katelynn looked at her parents and began to cry for the third time that night. She told her parents everything that happened between her and Grace in the restroom. When she finished, her Mother put her arm around her and let Katelynn cry on her shoulder. “It’s okay sweetie, we’re here for you. And we love you, no matter what. This isn’t your fault. Come on, let’s get out of here and change your diaper. You need to start packing for Japan”.
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  8. Good Evening/Morning/Afternoon I am currently putting together a story that I hope will have some similar feel to Chasing Emily which was so fantastic that it forced me to sit down and write. This is the only draft so far and so always any opinions would be appreciated. It's a slow start because that's how I roll but most of the ground work has been set in whats done so far. Thanks! P.S. I'll fix the clunkier sentences tomorrow “It could be worse, it could be worse, it could be worse.” Will sat in the small back room repeating the mantra, each utterance a chance to think on all of the things more terrible than being dressed down by one of the Amazons. He could be a little, he could be a kept little unable to decide anything for himself, he could be broke, he could have dropped out of college and be living with his parents, he could be a little. Will opened the door to the back room, little more than a closet with a tiny folding table for drinks, and used the cracked mirror in the employee bathroom to put himself together. Will was an inbetweener and proud of it but more out of necessity than any from any strong self-confidence. He stood a solid 6 feet tall with a moderate build that helped him look a little bigger than he felt. His hair was dirty blonde and entirely undecided on if it was ever going to stay brown though that was an improvement on the platinum blonde it had been when he was born. He kept it short so as to not have to worry about it and currently it was pinned under the hat he had to wear while at work. His face was pale, paler due to his recent attack, and dotted with freckles that ran across his nose and into his cheeks. They had always been a sore spot with him as looking cute or childish can be dangerous for some inbetweeners and on more than one occasion he had felt the burn of curious amazon eyes as they had sized him up. Today his clothes were simple, a black polo shirt and khaki pants with some comfortable black shoes designed to keep him from falling on slick floors. The shoes had been a gift from his manager and friend from college Sarah who insisted he wear them at work for fear of him hurting himself. She had claimed it to be corporate policy when she presented them but he’d yet to see anyone else with a pair. Finally came the apron with its proud coffee stain covering the center. Will flinched as he thought of the event that had been source to his panic attack and flinched a little. He had been handing the coffee to an amazon woman when her son had knocked the cup out of his hands and onto the counter. When the cup hit the counter lid and contents exploded outwards in a scene that was still playing in slow motion in his mind. In the seconds that followed Will worked through his catalogue of things to say that would calm the situation but before he could find the right combination of deference and apology the amazon was on him in a verbal pounce. “If I had wanted a show I would have sent my little tiffy to be your helper” she said, indicating the little currently strapped into a stroller next to her. The poor redhead blushed furiously, the color seeming to leach from her hair and down to her neck, as she suckled the pacifier that was obviously secured to her head. “But I didn’t, I paid you people to get it done quick. Honestly, if you’re going to act like a little you might as well get out of the way of the bigs.” Will blushed matching the color of the littles cheeks but not the intensity. As he stumbled over a few “Uh em er’s” Sarah approached and in her best manager voice worked to defuse the situation. “I’m so sorry about that miss, you had the large half pump, soy, vanilla…” the words got quieter as Will shook himself from the memory, the remembered withering stare leeching the remaining color from his cheeks. Will strode out of the bathroom showing more confidence than he felt and swapped his apron for one not covered in coffee and shame and set back to work. Sarah knew him well enough to keep her distance but he could see her watching him, hovering when she thought he was distracted, and doing some of his sidework when she had gaps in her activity. Sarah had been his first friend in college when she was assigned the dorms next to his and had been protective ever since. If Will had it his way he would have gone through that next semester without saying more than 5 words to anyone but Sarah is an unstoppable force and Will was far from an immovable object. Sarah is the pinnacle of amazon beauty, or so Will thought, standing just a hair over 9ft tall and walked with a confidence that could still rooms to silence. Her hair was a black, deep enough to dim the room, and she wore it most often braided to keep it out of the way. Her eyes a mix of blue/gray that made the gold ring around her pupils stand out. Will could contentedly study those eyes for hours and he swore that when she was feeling mischievous you could see that ring dance with excitement. Her skin was soft and tan, her hands and feet well-manicured and her nails were often polished but Will always believed you knew her best when you had the chance to close your eyes and listen to her voice. Will had never heard anyone like her, strong in her conviction and kind to a fault, the honey smoothness of everything she said could fill you up and warm your soul. “Will?” Sarah asked, her rich and warm voice cutting though his musings. “Did you hear me?” “No, I’m sorry my head was a million miles away. Could you repeat it?” Will replied, shaking his head to try and re-center. “I said you’re done today, we got your side work done its slow so I figured you’d like the rest of your afternoon off” Sarah replied, her voice growing patient and caring. “Just remember you’re my ride tonight while my car gets worked on. I’m off at 7 but you should be here by 6:45 just in case.” “I remember Sarah, this is only the third time you’ve mentioned it today” Will said accidently allowing some of his irritation into his tone. Will realized that had been the wrong thing to say as he watched her warm and excited smile go flat and her hands unconsciously drift towards her hips. “Fool me once William” she said, using his full name to hammer in her point “but I’ll not be left waiting an extra 30 minutes because you are…what was it last time?” She asked, her voice containing the barest hint of a smile but mostly reproach. Will hated being scolded by Sarah and sheepishly admitted “Napping, but I set an alarm and there’s no way” but his defense collapsed as she raised an open hand and placed it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry to remind you so much but we have a tight schedule and it’s not every night Ally and I throw a party. I appreciate sooo much you’re helping me out but you know me, you don’t get to be the boss without being thorough.” Sarah said, smiling down and Will and bringing him into a small hug. Will turned the key to his apartment and forced the door open, the action taking more force than should have been necessary due to the quality of his building. It was a simple place and he kept it that way keeping himself unattached to the space so he could abandon it at first opportunity. It was an okay enough apartment but it was designed just for inbetweeners and littles and so wasn’t quite as nice as somewhere that amazons could also rent. The cabinets and counters were low enough that most littles could get around and a determined little could navigate the space using a step stool. Will deposited his keys in the bowl next to the door and moved to the couch to get off his feet in a practiced ritual. It had been more necessary before Sarah had purchased him the shoes, the only pair he owned before appearing professional for interviews but lacking support for someone on their feet all day. He turned on the TV and began checking channels with the speed of someone truly uninterested in watching anything though he was always quicker to change away from any bright and childish cartoons. He had heard stories recently of littles in the complex who had been watching it disappearing one by one. Of course he was an inbetweener not a little and had nothing to worry about Will reminded himself though the words felt especially hollow today. Will was an inbetweener, yes, but only by some slim margins. He was barely tall enough to qualify and as far as amazons were concerned he was little more than an unruly teenager who still needed frequent scolding, and it was the primary reason he lived as Spartan as he did. Growing up had been tough, before puberty sparked a growth spurt if you can call it that, Will had been short enough that all the kids at school teased him about being an adopted little. All the teasing and harassment had kept him isolated and had never taught him how to deal with those emotions and so when he found himself under attack or in over his head he simply hid and hoped the problem would pass him by. This was why he was making coffee instead of using his engineering degree to change the world like he’d always dreamed. Sarah stood in the coffee shop looking everything over for the third time as a way to avoid checking the clock again. It was just going to be 7:06 again and she was just going to get the same mixture of annoyance, impatience, and that hint of concern that she got whenever Will was late. He had been this way for as long as she knew him, probably from birth though she hadn’t met his mother to ask. He had the good sense to show up to work on time, he made it on time to interviews, and was early for appointments but for some reason as soon as there was a need to be social he couldn’t seem to show up any earlier than 10 minutes late. Sarah shook her head as she dwelled on it thinking back to 5 years ago when they had met and starting to tally all the times she could remember where he had been more than 15 minutes late. As each incident swirled in her head they seemed to grow larger and more frustrating until finally she let slip “Some kids just didn’t get spanked enough I guess.” “What was that?” Wills voice inquired, slightly nervous. “I said I guess I should have mentioned it 5 times.” Her rebuke darkening his cheeks and ears. Will of course was inwardly frustrated as he turned scarlet for the third time today. “Well I’m here now and last I heard we had a tight schedule, shall we?” Will asked, gesturing to his car out front. The car had been his since he was 16, the one kindness his parents had done him, and was lovingly called Frankencar by Sarah and Ally. The name was a combination of the cars dark green color (not by Wills choice) and the fact that by the groups’ estimation at least half the car had been replaced over the years. The car had been their only means of transportation in college and held a special place in the trio’s hearts but was fast approaching shabby and Will hoped that soon he’d be able to replace it. Sarah held the door for him on their way out and Will returned the favor by getting her car door, each exaggerating the gestures for the amusement of the other. Once Will climbed in they were off, Frankencar noisily taking to the streets of their darkening city. Will and Sarah arrived at the house Sarah and Ally share an hour and a half later weighed down with groceries and liquor for the evenings celebration. Will began to unload the car by gathering as many of the grocery bags as he could onto each arm determined to take only one trip. Sarah appeared on the other side of the car as Will straightened and looked with some concern as he lifted each bag that didn’t have glass bottles from the trunk and begin his labored journey to the front door. “You should really take multiple trips, I don’t trust some of those bags” Sarah said, chiding Wills back. “Yes mother, I’ll be careful I promise” Will sighed as he worked to open the door with crowded hands. Sarah had been overbearing today, first at work when she did parts of his job, then about the ride, and finally at the store where she seemed to treat him as nothing more than some toddler under foot or worse, a little. He knew all of it was good natured and that Sarah was acting to protect him like she had their entire friendship but when mixed with all the other frustration of his life it only served to irritate him. Sarah stopped mid stride when she heard Wills words, their impact knocking some dust off old memories and half thought ideas. His mother! Sarah had always looked after Will, she and Ally both, but after they had all graduated Will seemed like a ship lost at sea. He had even almost been kicked out of the apartment he got because he couldn’t find work. Sarah and Ally had begged him to live with them but as always he insisted on maintaining a space of his own. They had wracked their minds on ways to talk some sense into him but come up with nothing aside from Ally’s increasingly ridiculous thoughts on why he had so much trouble in his daily life. Neither of them in all their efforts had thought about his parents though. Will had made it clear early on that he hated nothing more than talking about his family or life before college but they had been able to steal little details in the 5 years they’d known each other. It was clear that the relationship was contentious but as she thought on her life and everything she had achieved she realized how much of that had been because of the support of her parents. All of this took the span of a second to rattle around in her mind and as her foot hit the front path her mind was already working on the barest hint of a plan. The house shared by Sarah and Ally was spacious, beautiful, and made entirely for amazons. The door looked in on a large living room which was well furnished with huge plush furniture and a TV that felt more like wall decoration than a source of entertainment. Beyond the living room sat the kitchen, the counters and cabinets taller than any little could hope to manage and made Will very aware of his height. Across the hall from the kitchen there was a dining room that saw little use and a room in the back that was made great for sitting by the large floor to ceiling windows. This room connected to the back of the kitchen and had a sliding door that lead out to the back yard. The yard wasn’t bad for a place in the city but the amazons that had lived here prior obviously had kids since they saw fit to leave behind the play equipment that only ever saw use at these parties where when someone got a little too drunk. Ally was in the kitchen when Will walked in with the groceries and when she spotted his overloaded arms she set down the glass of wine she was working on and moved to help him. The first armload of groceries were taken from him and placed on the counter and then the second, Ally’s amazon arms more than capable to handling the haul. Will, red faced and sore from where the handles had dug into his arms, seized the opportunity to take Ally in as a whole. Her blonde hair, a little more than shoulder length, was up in a rather intricate bun with gray needles sticking out at what seemed to be odd angles. They had been a present from her parents on one of their trips, carved stone and topped with ravens, and she had been wearing them proudly for weeks. Her face was lean and sharp which could be used to describe much of her but here it was most pronounced. There was something about her eyes when you first met her that helped lend the illusion, a way of looking at you that seemed to penetrate to the deepest part of you and after a few seconds gave you the feeling that she knew all your secrets. Once she had delved to the very core of you though her eyes held nothing but excitement for even the most mundane of tasks. He also noticed that her cheeks were a little rosy making him wonder about what number glass she was on for the night. She had chosen a stunning dress for the evening, tight fitting and royal blue, which hugged her curvy hips and went down to about her knees. There was also something in the design that helped to accentuate her breasts which while in Wills opinion was unneeded. The fancy clothes also helped accentuate the very comfortable shoes that she was wearing, something that was much more common than you would imagine. Will still remembered the night they all spent laughing as they looked though years’ worth of pictures, all the outfits she had worn just as stunning, and in each she had been wearing nothing fancier than a pair of tennis shoes on her feet. “You’re getting better, only thirty minutes late this time” Ally said as she began to organize all of the groceries. “Tell that to Sarah” Will complained “She’s been on me all night” “Oh you know how she is. She’s just looking out for you and doing it the only way she knows how.” Ally said, her voice half chuckle. Ally knew just what it like to be the focus of Sarah and it showed plainly in the playful look on her face “Just be glad it’s focused on you and not me” Wills retort was cut short by the entrance of Sarah who was carrying what remained of the party supplies. As the bags were placed on the counter the bottles all clinked together drawing Ally’s attention who put her other task aside and began to plunder the liquor. Her eyes grew brighter with each bottle she pulled out and with an armful of irresponsibility she moved to the bar they had set up in the living room. Ally had been at work all day on the house which now sat spotless and inviting stocked and ready for the celebration. Sarah had recently received an offer letter from Renteck, a startup that needed someone to run their publicity and tonight was to celebrate the job she would be starting in a month. To accentuate that there were posters that had pictures of Rentecks products and the company’s president stared down at the party guests from a picture that looked suspiciously like a headshot taken from their site hung on the wall. “The place looks great Ally, thanks for that” Sarah said as she worked to finish the task that Ally had distractedly left half finished. Once everything that needed to be cold was packed she moved towards the stairs that sat by the door and led to the bedrooms upstairs. As she passed Will she placed a hand on his shoulder to pull his attention away from Ally who was arranging the bottles in some strange and distinctly Ally system. “Would you finish putting those away for me sweetie, people are going to be here soon” She asked. “Oh come on, Ally’s already cracked the first bottle and that means the party’s started. Party guests shouldn’t have to put stuff away” Will complained putting on his best pleading face. Like always it had no effect on Sarah but it was enough to get a chuckle from Ally. “They’d be put away already if someone wasn’t late” Sarah replied, not so subtly emphasizing the someone. “Now be good and help out.” Sarah accentuated this part by turning Will away from Ally and giving Will a quick smack on his butt to get him moving. She watched his neck turn crimson at the treatment and watched any retort die in his throat. If Will had seen her smile, one to rival the Cheshire cat, it would have made him nervous but she was already in motion to her bedroom and so it went unnoticed. “See what I mean” Will complained, gently rubbing his slightly stinging backside. “I see you’re not actually putting anything away” Ally said, leaning in the doorway and wearing a smile herself. She wasn’t sure what Sarah’s game was but it looked fun and she decided to help where she could. “And I’d hate to see what happens if she comes down and you’re not finished.” “Fine, but the least you could do is help” Will said, working to put the week’s groceries in the pantry and leaving out anything that was for the party. “You know I can’t reach the top cabinet and the step stool seems to have gone missing.” “Oh yeah, I was using it to decorate a little. I even put up some lights in the backyard because someone” Ally emphasized the word “kept putting it off” Wills retort was to throw a package of dried pasta at the amazon who caught it easily and placed it on one of the higher shelves in the pantry. The two working together like this were able to pack away what wasn’t for the party and set into putting on the finishing touches, though not before Will had poured himself a drink. “I’m on two by the way” Ally said while he mixed “So you might want to get to work.” Will smirked at this. He and Ally had been playing this game since the first college party they had snuck into, or rather that Ally and Sarah had snuck into and insisted that Will come along. Ally had never been much of a drinker and Will had been proud of his ability to keep up with or even outpace the amazon and it was clear from the look she had given him that the game was in full swing. Sarah’s room was the biggest of the three and she was proud of how she had put it together. Her massive bed sat along the back wall, flanked on both sides by a beautiful night stand that had been hers since she was a girl. A long dresser was pressed against the front wall and the mirror that ran along its entire length and stretched up 5 feet high gave reflected the entire room. Her walk in closet was massive and only about half full but as Sarah worked to pick out an outfit she thought on some of the outfits she would need to get for her new job. Her search was expansive and in the short time she had she considered half of her outfits before settling on the perfect one. The dress was black with lovely white accents with the most obvious being the belt that ran across her stomach, just a little above the waist. The dress flared out a little at the waist and had a white lining to give it volume, similar to the petticoats shed seen on some littles. This thought she dwelled on for a minute, running it around in her head and tasting it like she always did arguments. Her parents had always been advocates of little rights and so growing up she had always felt terrible for the poor littles stuck in those awful situations but once she reached college her world changed a little. Being away from her parents and around more littles than she had been previously she began to understand some of what the other amazons would say. A memory jumped to mind and Sarah played it through her head several times. It was of a test day in a class that Sarah was pretty sure was math and there in the fourth row of desks sat one of the littles that attended her university. The school they had all attended had been progressive, it’s why her parents chose it, but even a progressive school was a dangerous place for littles. As Sarah worked on her test she heard a sound, high pitched and surprised, from up ahead and watched as the little sprang to her feet and shot out the door. There had been a small puddle under her chair which the inbetweener she was sitting next to was more than happy to point out. She never came back to class but afterwards Sarah had passed her in the hall and it was unmistakable that she was diapered under her loaner uniform, the crinkle letting everyone know well ahead of seeing her and the bulk forcing a pronounced waddle. She had seemed so embarrassed but underneath it all there seemed to be a sense of frustration that stood out to Sarah. She would see the little again, months later, and the memories seemed forever stuck together so as Sarah continued to explore her mind took her to a restaurant that was near the center of the city. The little, Sarah regretted never learning her name, sat in a stroller while two amazons had lunch on the patio one feeding bits of her lunch to the hungry little. Sarah remembered her smile, remembered not seeing that look frustration, and even though everything her parents told her said this was wrong Sarah was happy to see her smile. Sarah turned all of this over in her mind a few times but when the doorbell rang she was roused from her thoughts and whatever machinations she would try to put in use would have to wait until tomorrow or the next day depending on the hangover. The party was in full swing and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves except Will. Parties like this were hard for Will who had been used to quiet and alone for too long. While Ally and Sarah were outgoing and capable Will always felt self-conscience, a fact that was made worse by the fact that he could always count on at least one amazon throwing their weight around and Will often being the shortest at such events would take the brunt of it. Because of this Will was always grateful when there were littles at the parties but the older he got the less that seemed to happen. Tonight that enemy was someone Will knew from college, Mike who he had taken several classes with, and that familiarity did little to protect him. The teasing started small when he came back to find his drink on the top of a bookshelf in the living room which required Will to elicit the help of Ally who was more than happy to retrieve the drink for him and seized the opportunity to list her number of drinks at 4. This put her one and a half ahead of Will and he set to the task of beating her by downing his drink on one long swallow. The teasing continued as uninspired as ever as Mike would make an offhand comment the unreliability of inbetweeners in higher positions or complaining about how no respectable counter should be below 6 and a half feet, otherwise it just leads to amazon back problems. The jabs became less effective the harder Will worked to catch Ally and by the stroke of midnight Will found himself enjoying a party for the first time in a long time. Will watched as Ally wandered over to where he sat on the swings, away from everyone and distracted looking. As she approached Ally realized the distracted look was less distraction and more the inability to focus and Will realized that her wandering was really more of a stumbling which explains why the drinks she was carrying were only three quarters full. She pressed one into his hand and waited for his fingers to tighten before letting go. Will took it with the grateful ignorance of someone who should have stopped two drinks ago and began the methodic work of consuming Allys gift. “Du you know how mmany?” Ally slurred, a slight laugh following as she realized her own intoxication. “I stopped counting when two of everybody showed up” He mumbled back, his speech faring better than her own. Ally laughed at that and leaned on the play structure for support. She would have sat on a swing but her height and lack of balance worked to make that impossible. She studied him then, her piercing gaze muffled by the obvious intoxication, but after a few seconds she crouched down, her eyes now level with his own, and got within a few inches of Will before gently grabbing the middle of his shirt and using it pulled will the last few inches closer. She rested there for a moment, cheek to cheek, the two friends sharing a bit of warmth before whispering in Wills ear. “You shouldn’t tell Sarah this” she began, her voice husky with her secret. There was a pause as she thought over her next words and continued “but there’s a biiiiiig stain right in the middle of your shirt. She’ll yell at you for sure if she sees it” Ally finished the secret and all at once she released Will’s shirt so he could swing backwards a bit, she began to laugh with drunken mirth, and she fell backwards into the grass her limbs falling heavy and erratic on the ground. He could hear her breathing, steady and deep, and assumed her to be either passed out or well on her way. Will downed his drink with determination, rose from his seat, and grabbed Ally by the wrist. He began to pull, attempting to drag the drunk amazon into the house but being two thirds her size and he suspected a drink or two ahead she remained still as stone. After a second tug came the third and as it failed Will released Ally’s wrist and fell himself to the grass taking up a position next to her. This proved difficult as the amazons limbs seemed to be everywhere stretching outward from her center mass in an inebriated jumble but Will finally found a spot where he wasn’t sitting on her and settled himself down. Before he could get comfortable though Ally roused with more speed than Will thought possible and tackled the inbetweener to the grass, snaking her arm around his chest and using a leg to draw his hips closer to her. Ally trapped Will in her embrace and once he stopped squirming he realized how comfortable the position was. She had drawn him close, her chin resting on his head and her limbs squeezing him possibly into her, and he could feel the heat radiating from her. The night was cold and Will had been on the swings for….how long had it been…so he was cold all over. Will wasn’t sure how long they held the pose as he gave in to drunken slumber but roused momentarily at the sensation of flying. It was brief and nauseating as contact with the ground had been helping keep the spins away but as nausea passed and he sleep came creeping back he could remember being warm again, he could feel a calm vibration through his skull, and for a brief moment he felt a hand rubbing his back as drifted off to sleep. Will didn’t dream that night, at least not that he remembered, but as he started the painful climb to conciseness the warm and happy thoughts that had been calling him were replaced with a cold discomfort. It started at his toes which were stiff and heavy and crept up his ankles which seemed to itch. It rose to his knees which were cold but only on the inside of his leg and seemed to be at its worst on his inner thighs and crotch. Will catalogued all of this and when added to the tightness around his arms, the horrible cotton mouth he was experiencing, and the headache that seemed to crush all stray thought made will conclude that he had passed out in his clothes. He tried to lift his head but the effort required was more than he had to muster and so instead surrendered again to sleep. This time Will dreamt but everything pleasant from the evening was chased away by terrible dreams of his childhood. Will had never dreamt of showing up to class with no pants or running from something but being stuck in mud, instead his nightmares we all in his high school and it was always things he’d rather forget. Tonight’s was especially bad, he was in his sophomore year and eating lunch alone at one of the small tables lining the wall. Because of his height will was often shunned by the other inbetweeners and there was no way he was going to eat lunch with a little and so he’d built himself a castle, used books to build the walls and populated it with all manner of fictional characters but sadly metaphoric castles can do little against real bullies. The carton of milk impacted his chest and exploded in a spray all over his table and clothes. The whole process was so sudden and Will had to take a moment to collect himself before he could begin to figure out what happened. Before he could get himself fully collected a large amazon walked over, his face showing concern but his glee poorly hidden. It was Mike from the party standing impossibly tall over Will but the voice still belonged to his worst high school tormenter, Chaz Delancy. “Trouble holding onto your drink little guy?” Mike asked, faking concern. “Here let me help you with that” he presses before Will can give an answer. His hands go to Will’s drink and unbidden he brings the drink up to Wills unprepared mouth and tips the bottle of soda. Sticky carbonated beverage rolls out of the bottle and all over will soaking him and his clothing even more and then mockingly says “Come on little guy, you’ve got to try harder than that.” Before Wills embarrassment can grow any larger he is awoken by the sound of his own name. “Will!” Sarah says urgently, working to shake her friend awake. “Hey, it’s just a bad dream you’re okay sweetie” Her voice had a hint of concern to it but this wasn’t the first nightmare she had roused him from. Wills eyes slowly cracked open and then squeezed shut in protest to the entirely too bright room. A groan escaped his lips as he again began to take stock of his life. This time he started at his head and made his way down starting again with the headache that raged like stormy seas. He had slept in his shirt and was no longer in the grass so at least that’s something but he was not in his own bed as was his custom. Will had become a professional of disappearing from parties, vanishing into the night and always falling asleep in his own bed but then the party began to come back to him. He was still at Sarah and Ally’s house he realized, he must be in the spare room they were always trying to get him to take. That’s when another realization began to set in, slow not just because of the headache but because it was impossible. The feeling last night, his pants now plastered to his legs, the fact that he was cold but only on the inside of his legs…Will had wet the bed. Horrified Will ripped the covers aside to reveal a large damp spot radiating from his crotch and spreading in a shameful pool around him. His pants had been soaked and now clung uncomfortably to his skin and his socks that had remained on even had a slight dampness to them. All of this Will realized before he remembered that Sarah was still in the room. Sarah watch as Wills erratic movements began to slow and were replaced by the movements of a man person shaking off the effects of a night hard partied. His eyes opened slightly and then shut tightly, his hands moved up to rub his face and then in an instant he was tossing the blankets she had put on him aside and gaping in horror at the large wet spot that sat beneath him. Sarah’s eyes widened before she could regain control but her face became a mask just as quickly and when Will realized she was in the room with him all he saw on her face was concern and disappointment. “I suppose I have you to thank for Ally’s hangover as well” she asked, arching an eyebrow at the stunned inbetweener. “Ally can take care of herself thank you very much” came the blondes voice drifting in from the hall. “So what’s the…” her question drifting off as she entered the room and looked at the bed. “The plan I believe is to get Will’s sheets in the wash, clothes too I suppose. How did you wind up with this big stain here in the middle?” Sarah asked, her hands already working to undress the very confused and hungover Will. More of the night flashed back to him, sitting on the swings, being cheek to cheek with Ally, laying in the grass, and then bits of something else. It was there on the edge of his understanding, like a name he knew but couldn’t say, but all efforts to grab the final pieces fell apart and he felt Sarah begin to unbutton his pants. “Woah woah woah there” he said, hands shooting down to protest his lowering zipper. “I can handle that myself thank you. Look, why don’t you two” He began but was cut off by one look from Sarah. “I believe little ones who’ve wet the bed don’t get to dictate terms” she said, her hand gently but insistently pushing on the center of his chest. “So we’re going to stick to the original terms. You are going to get out of these wet clothes and take a shower. I am going to put this” Sarah said, gesturing to the pile of clothes and bedsheets she was collecting “into the wash and after Ally finds some pants for you to wear she’s going to start on breakfast” The protests came at once and from both of the others in the room. Ally, more confident and having been awake a bit longer was the louder though. “Why do I have to make breakfast?” she asked, already in her room. “I’m a victim in this too you know, I’ve got enough of a hangover to make a drunk swear off booze” she complained, returning with a pair of sweat pants I had never seen her wear. As Ally protested Sarah continued her ministration, first by pulling off Will’s damp socks and then yanking his pants down as he was distracted trying to complain. Through all of this he hadn’t tried to sit back up though which Sarah noted happily. His obedience only lasted until her hands had passed his knee and he realized her next target. “Alright, I think you’ve made your point but I can undress myself from here” He said, his hands pushing hers away with none of the gentleness she’s shown. “So would you two please step out and I can finish undressing?” His eyes were forceful but she had known him for long enough to recognize the pleading in them. “Fine” she said, her tone still oozing with every drop of authority she could muster “But you had better shower before putting anything on.” “Yeah” Ally chimed in “I don’t want you getting my favorite pants dirty” “Favorite?!” Will asked incredulously “I’ve never seen you wear those a day in your life” “I suppose it was worth a shot” was all the response he got as Ally stepped out of the room. “Your pants are in the bathroom if you want them, of course you could always just run around naked, I don’t think there are too many people still here” “There all gone don’t worry” Sarah assured the frightened Will “But if you don’t get in that shower I’ll tell them all about your wet sheets.” Will saw some humor for the first time in Sarahs eyes this morning and felt reasonably certain that she was kidding but not wanting to tempt fate he climbed out of bed and into the shower. Will heard the door crack open but when he called out a tentative hello there was no response and he returned to the task at hand. The water felt amazing on his skin after a night in cold clammy clothes and he was actually grateful for all of the girly soaps and shampoos that Ally and Sarah had always used. It may not make him smell too manly but it was soft and soothing on his red and angry skin. The entire shower was a very surreal experience and despite the small comforts of moisturizing soap wills stomach was like lead. He had wet the bed, worse yet he hadn’t wet his bed but that of his only two friends. What must they think of him? “It could be worse, it could be worse, it could be worse” Will muttered his mantra one last time before turning off the shower and stepping out to face reality. Ally had been kind enough to set the sweat pants on top of a towel but Will boxers were nowhere in sight. Sarah must have taken them when he heard the door crack which was fine because they were just as soaked as his pants. Will dried off using the huge and soft towel and took the chance to wrap himself in it even just for a minute. He had always loved the towels that Ally got from her parents, they had a bit of money as she liked to say and so only went for the best. If Will could make an outfit out of this towel he probably would and never wear anything else. He was half way through these musings when the door opened and Sarah entered without knocking. Will panicked and then calmed when he realized all the important parts were covered by the towel. Sarah gave will a knowing smile and approached. “Aren’t they the best towels?” she asked as she checked over to make sure the shower had turned completely off. Before turning she knocked the stopper on the faucet loose and all the remaining water poured into the large tub and spiraled down the drain though not before she got a handful of the water and used it to splash the unsuspecting Will. “Now let’s get you dried off” she said taking a firm grip of some loose towel and using it begin drying Wills hair. “I told you, I can do this myself” he protested, working to pull the towel free from her grip but her hands only tightened. “I’m sure you can” Sarah reassured him “but with Ally cooking and your clothes in the wash I’m free to help you.” All of this was said as she slowly drew more towel towards herself pulling Will along with it. He was so focused on ensuring his crotch remained covered that he missed her master plan until he had falling into her trap. Once he was suitably close Sarah abandoned the towel all together and instead encircled the inbetweener in her arms and then sitting on the edge of the shower she used her legs to pull him the last little distance and knock him into her waiting lap. Once he was properly snared Sarah went back to work starting with Wills dirty blonde hair and working her way down rubbing the towel vigorously on his body. Seeing Will like this, especially so red with embarrassment, stirred something in her and as she worked down to his neck and chest she began to hum softly to herself. She couldn’t say what the song was but the tune had been something that her mother had hummed to comfort her and even today it warmed her body and soul. Will also reacted to the song, leaning back into her chest to feel the vibrations that rolled out of her chest. It worked to calm Will and kept him from fussing too much until she reached his feet which she took into her hands and after looking down happily at her friend, this lost inbetweener, she began to tickle him without mercy. Sarah used her surrounding arms and Wills sitting position to keep him from getting away too fast but too soon for Sarah he was able to wiggle free. Will stood panting for a second, the effort of his escape leaving him a little winded, and then looked at Sarah with an odd mixture of gratitude and face warming embarrassment. She returned the look with the warmest and friendliest she could muster and she could see some of the boys shame begin to melt away. “Get dressed sweetie, Ally should be done with breakfast soon and we’ve got a big day ahead of us!” Sarah said walking past Will and out of the bathroom.
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  9. Wish someone would offer a diaper for side sleepers. Current offerings have plenty of capacity, but it’s not well placed for a side sleeper.
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  10. I agree uncontrollable bedwetting is not fun, I understand some people like to wear diapers for fun and use them by choice but becoming totaly diaper dependant due to bedwetting by choice is a choice you will probably regret at some point in your life. ask any of us that are in diapers due to a medical iasue and we would all tell you we would love to be out of diapers and back to regular underwear. Its your choice if you want to go down the path of forcing your self to become diaper dependant but remember Be carefull what you wish for you may get it. you are only 18 and have your life ahead of you please do not force your self to spend it in diapers
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  11. Chapter 3: The Big Boy Cup "This is...I can't drink this. This is, like, for little kids. Don't you have any normal cups?" There was a moment of silence. One could have heard a pin drop, or a diaper crinkle. London's mother tightened her gaze on the boy who had just spoken to her. "And what do you mean by normal cups?" Myles realized he was making an impact, and decided to dig in deeper. "Look, ma'am, I appreciate you letting me into your home, and your daughter is really nice, but this is getting kind of weird. I'm not a little kid and I'm not, I'm telling you, not drinking of a fucking sippy cup!" The word fucking escaped from his lips accidentally. Myles had a bit of a mouth, and a fondness of swearing, but he didn't mean to curse around a friend's parent, especially the parent to such a delicate-seeming kid like London. There was yet another moment of silence, this one more agonizingly awkward and long than the previous. Finally, London's mother's tight gaze and unamused face turned back into her usual smile. "Ohhhh, I see what you need," she said, exhaling. "You need a big boy cup. Because you're such a big grown up boy." Myles was not sure how to react. He didn't want to validate her weirdly patronizing statements, but, like, they were true, right? He was a big grown up boy. He did need a big boy cup, dammit! He snuck a glance over at London, who was watching the heated exchange quietly, gulping down her milk from the sippy cup, both hands on either side of the childish utensil. Whatever was going through her head was a mystery to Myles. He ultimately decided not to take her into consideration, and simply nodded his head to London's mother, with a smug enough look on his face to convey his grown-up status. "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind, a cup or a mug would be better. Maybe a glass? But I am absolutely not drinking out of this thing." London's mother sighed. "Whatever you want, Mister. Whatever you want," she said, quickly scooping up the untouched sippy cup. ******************************************************************************************* In the kitchen, adjacent to the living room, London's mother Janet -- known for most her days as "Momma" -- felt frustration at the ungrateful guest sitting on her living room floor, the bold-mouthed little brat who thought he could tell her what to do in her own home. She had offered him, free of charge or request, food and drink at her own expense. She had treated him politely, gently, befitting a friend of her sweet, beloved daughter. And what did her guest do? He insulted her. In her own home. Used rude language. Insulted her daughter by insisting he was somehow better than she was. No. She wouldn't take this without retaliation. That spoiled brat had a lot to learn. An awful lot. But luckily for her, she had a few teaching tools. Janet dumped out the milk from the un-lidded sippy cup into the sink and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. A nice, tall glass, befitting the tall boy (so much taller than her daughter) sitting in her living room, who insisted he was a grown up. She poured a new portion of milk into the glass, more than could have possibly fit into one of her daughter's sippies. Then she opened up the medicine cabinet above the sink. After half a minute of digging, she found what she needed. "A lot to learn," she muttered to herself. No one heard her. *********************************************************************************************** After several minutes, during which London ate her lunch and drank her milk, and Myles sat, impressed with his show of persuasive maturity, London's mother returned with a tall, full glass of milk. Newly placated and starving, Myles wolfed down his meal, and chugged his milk almost without stopping. It was good. It felt refreshing. For a moment, at least. But after another half hour of discussion and writing about To Kill a Mockingbird, Myles began to feel sleepy. It became harder to think critically about the book as he grew more and more tired, but he tried to keep up with London's copious note-taking as best as he could. Still, it was getting hard, and he was not unwelcoming to what would happen next. At about 1:15, London's mother came back into the living room. "Alright, London, I think it's just about time your friend headed home. You two have had a good day of studying but it's your naptime now." Myles let out a chuckle that he tried, unsuccessfully to hide. Naptime? God, she must really have been like a kid. London whined. "Awwww, Momma! Do I have to?" "Yes, little missy. It's your naptime and if you don't have a nap you'll be cranky. And you know it." The girl frowned. "But -- but -- but, does Myles have to leave? I like having him over!" Myles was touched by this show of affection, but he hid it with more success than he had managed to muffle his laughing earlier. London's mother looked him over for a moment. "He's welcome to stay, but unless he's going to take a nap too there's not much he can do here. And I'm sure he won't want to nap, since he's so grown up." "Nuh-uh!" interjected London, "All kinds of people like taking naps. Right, Myles?" The boy looked back at her. She was right. Oftentimes throughout the school day, Myles would find himself wishing he could just take half an hour or so off to get some rest. And feeling his own sleepiness on this Saturday afternoon, he couldn't deny that a nap sounded good. And what was so wrong with a nap? What was so childish about it? Still, he held his tongue, waiting to see how the conversation progressed. "Myles can sleep with me," London said. This got his attention. He knew she meant it innocently -- girls in pull ups generally aren't very slutty, he thought to himself -- but the mere prospect of sleeping with a cute girl, even one as strange as her, was undeniably attractive to him. Despite trying his best to keep up with the social expectations of a 21st century American male, he hadn't been able to get as far as going to bed with a girl yet. Heck, this might be good practice for him. "Y'know...I think I might take a nap with London. I mean, it's always good to have a power nap, yknow? Get some energy." He had tried his best to sound like he had no ulterior motives. The results were mixed. After some exclamations of joy by London, and some shrugging approval from her mother, the two teens got ready for naptime. London's mom brought a nap mat in from another room, one that managed to be just wide enough to hold two teens of their size side-by-side, though Myles's feet would extend past its perimeters. London herself grabbed a blue blanket from the armrest of the couch, and got ready to lie down. But before either of them could lie down, London's mother leaned over to whisper into Myles's ear. "I know you're a big kid, but I've got some extra nap pants in case you need some protection." She said it without a hint of malice or with as little condescension as possible. Myles snorted derisively. "Yeah, I'm not gonna need that. At all. So don't ask." Perhaps he was a little too blunt, be he wanted to make himself clear. He was an adult here, equal to London's mother. He was sure of that. "Okay, sweetie. I understand," London's mother said, leaving the living room as the two teenagers laid themselves down to sleep. The light was switched off, with only the clouded autumn sunlight making its way -- barely -- through drawn curtains. Side-by-side with Myles, London was fast asleep, and gently snoring, as Myles silently remarked to himself how strange it was that she really did need a nap. Not that he couldn't do without one himself, as he yawned and felt his eyelids draw to a close. Well, a little sleep never hurt anyone. Before he was unconscious, Myles wondered if he should put his arm around London. He hadn't spooned with a girl ever, and the prospect sounded comforting. But she was asleep already? Was that wrong? Deciding that since he was going to be asleep soon anyways, and thus needed to make a decision quick, he quietly wrapped his arm around the front of the sleeping girl. And his eyes shut, his limbs came to a rest, and his body was still and relaxed as he drifted off to a deep sleep. A sleep so deep and comfortable he could not feel the spread of urine on the nap mat, slowly but surely enveloping both of their teenaged bodies.
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  12. Just a tip. You are 18 and all sounds great right now. How will you feel about it in another 10 years? 20 years? 30 years? I may suggest that before you do things like trying to shrink your bladder or making yourself incontinent, try wearing 24/7 for several months and see how you like it. What you discover may be an influence either way. remember the cost of diapers when you may use 4 or 5 a day. Always having to take along a change wherever you go, and then finding a place where you can change your diaper in privet, several times a day. Going out with friends in diapers and having to take along extra diapers. How would you feel about them knowing you wear diapers and why? Locker rooms and swimming pools. Family events or places where it would not be convenient at all to wear a diaper. Times when you may be in a meeting at work, know you have to change diapers but can't leave. Ending up with leaks and wet pants, or else wearing diapers so thick they are bulky and noticeable to everyone. Being teased, taunted or bullied by some who may find out. Not necessarily your friends, but other people who may discover. In many cases what sounds like a lot of fun at first ends up becoming a chore when doing it 24/7 makes the fun, excitement and anticipation wear off. Also look at your life's goals. When you are 50 they may be a lot different than when you are only 18. What type of career or job do you plan on? Do you plan on going into politics? How about relationships such as getting married? How would you feel if your secret of wearing diapers became public knowledge? Specifically, if you plan on becoming a teacher or having a job working with children, being outed can have dire consiquences, even though there is nothing wrong with liking to wear diapers. Sure, people say it's not illegal and all, but it's not about it being legal. It's about public perceptions about adults who like to wear diapers, especially parents of children you may be working with. Can you imagine if you were running for office and the news came out? Political fodder for your opponent! I'm not saying don't do it, I'm just saying at age 18 your whole life is ahead of you and you need to step back a moment and really think things out about your future. Once you become incontinent, it is very very hard to change and regain control again. Some people make it work and enjoy it, others have really regretted it. Try doing the 24/7 without harming your body or control first, then if you want to shrink your bladder or become incontinent, that is your decision but be prepared to live with it the rest of your life. And think that you could live another 70 years, or about 4 times longer than you already have lived. At age 18 you have your whole life ahead of you. Don't let a sexual fetish take control of it without doing a whole lot of thinking about the future.
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  13. Update 4 Sarah’s smile beamed brightly from the moment she woke up the morning after her successful wager. Her mood was so good that she made Ally breakfast in bed even clipping a flower from their back garden to place in a small vase for the tray. “Rise and shinnnne” Sarah said cheerfully as she swept into Allys room. “Well this is something a girl could get used to” Ally replied though Sarah could still hear a lot of the sleep in her voice. “Maybe we can set up a schedule” Sarah said placing the tray down onto the bed. “Now I have a lot of preparation and cleaning to do but you don’t have anything to do until tonight” “Well that’s only half true” Ally said already tearing into an omelet. “I’ve got a few errands to run today in preparation.” The first part of this was muffled by the overlarge bite she had just begun to eat. “Oh good!” Sarah chimed. “I’ve got a list of stuff I need for dinner tonight if you’re going to the store.” “Perfect!” Ally said her excitement evident in her voice. “I’ve got everything else for tonight all planned out. It’s kinda fun being your number two” “The Watson to my Holmes” Sarah provided. “Well I wasn’t planning to wear a bowler hat but it would work with the shirt I’m going to wear, although it may be at my parents I’ll have to check.” Ally said musing between bites. Sarah excused herself and set to work hoping that it would help the day go by faster. First she cleaned the house from top to bottom although following Allys work on this not more than a week ago itproved to be a frustratingly quick project. The house now clean she set to work Will proofing the entire place. Anything she didn’t want him to reach went into the top shelves and the two step stools that they maintained for him Sarah hid away in the attic. On her way back down the hallway she also checked the new bathroom lock that had been installed yesterday making sure her key worked. Her key verified Sarah tripped the lock off not wanting Will to discover his surprise too early. Finally Sarah went about organizing the nursery. Ally had been at work painting it for the past two days and she had already finished two of the walls. They were now a pastel blue with clouds floating throughout and in one corner she had even found a wall decal of balloons with long straight strings stretching out underneath them. The crib rested in the corner which shared a wall with Sarahs room and sat open, waiting for the guest of honor. A mobile hung over one end and as Sarah gave it an idle spin knights chased dragons and damsels in a slow circle while a calm melody softly played. The mattress already had sheets present as well as a large stuffed alligator that stretched an impressive four feet long and sat with a bow wrapped around its neck. Yesterday when Sarah had discovered it the stuffed toy had a note resting gently between its plushy jaws. Sarah, I am very excited for what you are doing and wanted to get your little one his first present. I hope you find it to your liking, I thought this might sting less than a pink rabbit and wish you and yours many days of joy with it. -Laura P.S. I’ve included a card and if you ever find yourself in need of something custom due size I’d be happy to help out. As she had opened the card a small stiff rectangle had fallen out and Sarahs smile widened when she saw Vice President Operations underneath Lauras name. The card she had tucked away in a box that held many of her most important things. It was something she had received when she was seven, a simple but sturdy wooden box which at the time been painted green with white flowers on the lid, but in her sophomore year Ally and Will had taken it and had a picture the three of them took on their first trip together placed onto the top. She didn’t know what they used but their faces still smiled up at her from the lid as bright as the day she had unwrapped it. In the center of the room a large plush rug had been placed over the existing carpet and a modest pile of toys had been stacked in its center forming a rough pyramid. Sarah had purchased mostly building blocks and colorful wooden puzzles plus a whole bucket of little wooden rods that had rectangles cut into each side and some in the middle allowing them to be slotted together. Sarah had first seem them in Wills room the one time they had visited his home on their way through his home state. He had been so excited describing them to Ally and herself and so when she saw them on the shelves at Babies R Us she had to get them. On the wall opposite the crib sat a changing station, easily the weightiest item in the new nursery, and into this Sarah began to unpack her cases of diapers. There was enough room each case to get about half empty and the others were tucked away into a closet which also held Sarahs budding collection of outfits to put Will in. The station also had two small doors, the top one holding baby powder and oil while the bottom held supplies that would, as the books described it, keep her baby both healthy and obedient. Curious Sarah leaned heavily on the table and not feeling it creak she hopped up onto its padded top. The material was soft but didn’t flex like she had expected and Sarah imagine it would be comfortable to lie on during changes. The table was also equipped with a pair of restraints for fussy littles or inbetweeners who really don’t want to cooperate. The cuffs could be removed and Sarah noticed that it would work very well with the stiff mittens she had purchased. A disassembled play pen sat in the corner nearest the table and Sarah couldn’t wait to set that up in the living room. All her tasks completed Sarah made a second circuit of the house and failing to find something that needed her attention she set about making herself some lunch. She kept it simple since she was going to do far too much baking tonight and simply made herself a sandwich. She briefly considered coming in to see Wills last shift at the coffee shop but seeing as she was the only one who knew that fact she decided against it. It was two after all and Ally should be home shortly with the last of the ingredients for tonight. Sarah had decided to make tonight an unofficial goodbye to Wills adulthood which required an appropriately celebratory menu. The center piece to this menu was a lasagna which was Wills favorite and would be paired with a salad and a loaf of bread whose dough had almost finished resting. Sarah had also prepared a cake for the occasion which sat frosted on the counter. “Vini Vidi Emptus” Ally said announcing her return. “What?” Sarah asked as the young woman unloaded an armful of groceries. “I came, I saw, I shopped” Ally announced “or at least something along those lines.” Allys bags were full to bursting and came from several different stores. First were the groceries which were mostly the things that Sarah had needed but she noticed that Ally had also purchased a small assortment of soft foods. Sarah saw Allys slightly nervous glance as she started to pull out applesauce, pudding, and oatmeal from the bag. “I thought it would be fun for tomorrow but I didn’t know if it was overstepping my bounds.” Ally said sheepishly. “This seems like your thing and you’ve put all the work in but Wills my friend to and I want whats best for him same as you.” Sarah punctuated the end of the blondes rushed sentence by drawing her into a warm hug. “You’re not overstepping at all” Sarah said upon releasing Ally. “In fact I won’t really be able to do anything with Will until I start my new job so I was kind of hoping you could watch him while I’m working.” “Think nothing of it” Ally said excitedly. “Were partners to the end” “Partners” Sarah agreed and began unpacking the rest of the bags. The second bag was from a store Sarah had never visited but was one of Allys favorites. It was filled with compact and colorful balls that had the most amazing smell to them. Sarah drew one close and breathed deep smelling lavender and several other scents that were harder to place. “The woman who helped me said that those will get even the fussiest little to take their bath” Ally said “and this one is especially good before bed time. I used one the other week and damn near fell asleep in the tub.” After her brief explanation Ally ran this bag upstairs to deposit her purchases in the section of the bathroom they had set aside for Wills things. The third bag was from a local video store and in it Sarah found Will’s favorite movie and a series of gummy hats and mustaches that resembled holiday window decorations. Ally spotted these as she came back down the stairs and let an excited squeak escape her lips. “Those are for stage one of the plan.” Ally said. “All you have to do is pick a hat and mustache and place them on the TV and whenever someone’s face lines up with your mustache or head with your hat you take a drink.” “That sounds like a lot of fun” Sarah said praising her clever assistant. “I thought so too and once the movies over either he or I will be ahead on drinks so the other will have to catch up. Once we get him rolling on that the Will problem solves itself” Ally said. “If not I also picked up some games that can easily be turned into drinking games.” Sarah had been examining these and found herself eager to give them a try. She suspected that the pack of cards with famous names would be her favorite but had never played any of the games that Ally had purchased. Setting these aside Sarah finally reached the last bag and excitedly pulled a bottle free of the paper bag that was holding it. The whiskey was one that Sarah had seen before, at Allys house if she remembered correctly, and she remembered Will being very complimentary of it. She had never been a drinker like the other two and so the bottle had much less of an effect on her than it would Will. “And for my final gift I have bought young master Will a bottle of his favorite whiskey.” Alley said her voice full of reverence. “With these gifts I’ve brought and the meal you’re making let us celebrate the death of maturity.” Ally lowered her hands which had hovered palm down just above shoulder height and, her show complete, dropped character instantly. The two finished putting away all of Allys purchases and Sarah set to work preparing the evenings dinner. The bread went into the oven first to give it time to bake and Sarah began the tedious process of layer by layer building her lasagna. While she did this Ally changed into more comfortable clothing and began setting up for her end of the bargain. Some of the bottles that were left over from their previous party made their reappearance and the new bottle of whiskey joined them on top of the girls make shift bar. Party games were laid out on the table with each of their titles left prominently displayed and the gummy mustaches were placed next to the TV ready for use. Their efforts combined the women found themselves with nothing else they needed to do and a full hour and a half before Will was even supposed to get off work. Sarah had arranged for Will to drive over after he had finished work but she knew he would want to go home first. This gave her at least two hours to sit and fret over anything and everything that could go wrong in the next few days. The more she thought on this the more her stomach started to do the backflips they had been practicing for days and she rose to check the house over for a fourth time. The knock on the door almost three hours later caused Sarah to jump much higher than she was proud of. Ally could only laugh at Sarahs nerves as she moved to get the door. Will stood outside looking impatient and fidgeting with the bag slung over his shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever come here and the doors been locked.” Will said, his eyes making it more of a question. “I wanted to remind you of one of the advantages of living here should you decide.” Ally replied gesturing Will inside. “If you live here you don’t have to stand on the front mat like some girl scout shaking down the neighbors for their hard earned money.” Allys eyes narrowed in annoyance as she said the last part. “That’s a hard line you’re taking against girl scouts.” Will joked. “The food smells great, I skipped lunch so I’m extra excited. I’m going to put my bag in the room and then the fun can begin.” Will already had one foot on the bottom step as he said this. “I’ll take it” Sarah said hurriedly, her rush to take his bag earning her an odd look from Will. “The spare room just got painted so were letting it air out. It should be ready by the time you knock out and I’ll put your bag in my room for now.” “Great well then I’ve been needing a drink all day” Will said making his way to the bar. “Rough day” Ally asked beating him there and moving to mix a drink. “Not particularly except for the fact that tomorrow I have to do whatever Sarah says.” Will said and leaning in closer he said “You have to know what’s going on, she tells you everything, what am I in for?” “Nothing that should cause alarm young Will” Sarah said pressing the finished drink into Wills hands. “This is Sarah after all, I don’t think she has a mean bone in her body. At least not for us anyway, you remember Ashley?” Will did remember Ashely and he wished he didn’t. Ashely had only been in one of his classes but all the others she seemed to share with Sarah and the two had become fast and bitter enemies. The relationship had started as a simple rivalry but quickly become a battle of wills as the girls got to know more about each other. They never found themselves on the same side of a discussion, never agreed on books or movies, but they differed most on the treatment of littles. Ashely had always believed littles to be a hindrance to the learning process or at best a distraction, and was happy to voice that opinion to anyone with ears. Sarah had joked that the only reason the girl had learned any languages was so that she could tell littles just what she thought of them in whatever their native tongue may be. This of course put her at odds with Will and Ally who were never far from Sarahs side and Ashley had taken a visceral pleasure in taunting Will any time she found him alone. The worst of these incidents had been when she and several friends had attempted to muscle Will into one of the little dorms, Ashley promising to show Will exactly what she thought of him. Luckily for him one of his teachers recognized him and prevented the amazons from fully acting on their plans but the incident had left Will shaken. He would sometimes still have nightmares about that incident, the building having morphed into a grotesque hall of horrors filled with frightened and vacant eyed littles, and Will occasionally wondered what would have happened if his teacher hadn’t stepped in when he did. “Will?” Sarah asked, her voice a little nervous “Did you hear me?” “What?! Sorry, no I was off in my own head. What did you ask?” Will said shaking himself free from his troubled musings. “I said dinner would be ready in thirty minutes, can I get you a snack to tide you over?” Sarah asked again, this time with a hand on her friends shoulder to hold his attention. “Um yeah” Will said eyeing his only half full drink and realizing what a terrible idea drinking on an empty stomach would be. “A snack would be great.” Sarah came back with a plate that held what looked like three sliced apples and a small cup of caramel in the center. Caramel apples had always been Wills favorite treat and so every Halloween he would eat as many as he could to make up for how hard they are to find the rest of the year. The plate had barely touched the table before Will was contentedly dunking apple slices. Sarah couldn’t help but smile at how happy and innocent he seemed just then and it made her feel like all of today’s work was well worth it. Apples were followed by dinner and dinner followed by a movie. The game was a hit and Will insisted that they turn this into a weekly tradition. Ally and Sarah both showed a look at this but it was one Will couldn’t piece together and they agreed to his pleadings so he happily moved on. Throughout the process Ally kept Wills cup full which of course meant her own had to stay full as well and Sarah was happy to make sure that each was drinking plenty of water. When Will balked at the second glass she chided him saying “I’ll not have you hungover on my special day” and he dutifully drank down each cup of water she brought afterwards. After the movie they played a few rounds of a game where you have to guess the name on a card placed on your forehead and for each question you had to take a drink. Between this and the competition that Will and Ally were always having the three passed the evening full, happy and with rosy cheeks. Following the games cake was served and Sarah began working on the dishes with Allys help. While they did this Will packed away the games and cleaned up the small messes they had made throughout the evening. Once the kitchen had been cleaned Sarah and Ally joined Will in the back yard where he was enjoying the cool night air. He was sitting with his feet up and his eyes were a little more than half closed with sleep and inebriation but he still managed a welcoming wave as the girls slid the patio door open. Will had dragged his chair to the edge of the patio and was staring up at the stars. Sarah left him like this, sipping her own drink and letting her mind wander over the past week and so they all jumped at least a little when Sarahs alarm went off, a piercing noise in the silence of the night. She quickly turned it off and then beamed up at the others seated around her. “It’s midnight” Sarah said directing her comment to Will. “That late already?” Will said his words carefully chosen and pronounced to avoid any slurring. “Do you remember what that means?” Sarah asked the question full of anticipation. “It means it’s bedtime” Will replied slowly tipping himself forward and climbing from his chair. “It means that for the next twenty four hours you’re mine.” Sarah said keeping her voice a gentle reminder. “But that’s tomorrow.” Will said his words uncertain. “It is tomorrow sweetie and I mean to collect but you are right, it’s bedtime.” Sarah said gently offering Will an arm to lean on. He took it, his steps a little unsteady, and they headed into the house. “Are you coming?” Sarah asked Ally “Not yet” Ally said, also studying the sky. “I think I’ll enjoy the stars for a bit longer.” Sarah slid the glass door shut and, Will still holding tight to her arm, she made her way to Wills new nursery. She had to will herself to slow down, her anticipation urging her to rush, and take the stairs one at a time helping Will the whole way. Finally standing in front of the door she took a deep breath and entered with Will right on her heels. “Well this looks different” Will grunted as he barely took in his surroundings “And that bed looks pretty small.” This he said while pointing at the changing table in the corner…his changing table in the corner. Sarah had to stifle a laugh at his comment and placed both hands firmly on his shoulders though she made sure she wasn’t pressing down so hard that she pushed him to the floor. “For my first decision as bet winner I’ve chosen to put you in some protection.” Sarah said while gently guiding Will forward towards the table. “Protection?” Will asked “Yes, as you may remember the last time you were this drunk here you wet the bed so were just going to take a little precaution to make sure that doesn’t happen again.” Sarah said as they arrived at the table. Without asking she hooked her hands beneath wills armpits and hoisted him up to a sitting position on the table. “Oh come on, you know that was a one-time thing.” Will complained leaning forward and trying to slide off the table. Sarahs firm hand on his chest was all it took to stop him. “We had a deal Will, are you going to go back on that?” Sarah asked putting on her best mom voice. “No, it’s just.” Will said though Sarahs shushing finger on his lips was all it took to silence the boy. “I’d be doing the same thing if it had been Ally who wet the bed now just relax and let me take care of everything.” Sarah cooed at him while she worked to take off his shoes. These were promptly followed by his socks and once she had accomplished that she gently guided Will to lay down fully on the table. His face held some far off annoyance on its features but for this Will kept quiet. With him laying down Sarah was able to get his pants unbuttoned and after a gentle “lift your butt for me sweetie” she was able to remove them. Much to Wills surprise she took this opportunity to also pull down the underwear he had on leaving Will naked from the waist down and scarlet from the neck up. Wills hands shot down to cover his crotch and Sarah could see the gears turning in his head but this was an unfamiliar enough experience that any other reaction was slow in coming. “Move your hands sweetie, it’s no great mystery to me what boys have down there and they’ll just get in the way” Sarah said, her hands busy collecting the materials for Wills very first diaper. When his hands didn’t budge Sarah gently pried them up and placed them very deliberately at Wills sides. “Now be a good boy and keep them there.” Sarah chided. Sarah had studied this portion of the book many many times and so she knew each step and their exact order but the only experience she had with diapering someone was with her niece and she’d only ever changed the one diaper. Because of this Sarah kept her actions slow, every motion deliberate, and set to the task of sealing her friends fate for the foreseeable future. She took a healthy measure of lotion into her hands and began to rub them together doing her best to warm it up. Once it had reached a suitable temperature Sarah began to gently rub it into Wills skin. She started low on his legs, giving his calf muscles some attention and then moving up to his thighs doing her best to ease away any tension that might be present in the muscles. The whole time she was whispering and not realizing it, asking gentle questions of Will and complimenting him on his cooperation. None of this mattered though because it was less than five minutes into Sarahs massage of the tired boys legs that he had drifted off to sleep. Sarah took another palm full of lotion, warming this batch up the same as the last, and worked it into Wills skin moving upward from his thighs and applying it heavily to anywhere that Will risked getting a rash. Following this she unfolded the diaper she had chosen, one of the overnight ones whose bulk promised to contain any insult Will could throw at it tonight. This she placed under Wills butt, gently lifting the sleeping boys hips to slide the diaper in place. Once she had it lined up well enough she applied a generous amount of baby powder taking her time just like with the lotion to make sure that it covered any area that Will would be in danger of developing a rash on. Finally and with great joy Sarah pulled the bulky garment up between Wills legs and over onto his belly. She smoothed out the front admiring the deep purple and outlines of sleeping animals that dotted it’s surface and pulled the first tape up and over the front of the diaper pulling it snugly against Will and securing it. She repeated this step with the other side and took a moment to admire her handiwork. Will still quietly slept, his face serene and his chest slowly rising and falling. His shirt had ridden up in the process and now rested at the bottom of his ribcage leaving the soft skin of Wills stomach exposed. The diaper sat snugly around Wills waist and just as Laura had promised its bulk forced his legs outward in a very noticeable way. He would have the most adorable waddle whenever he tried to walk in these and Sarah couldn’t wait to watch but first she had to finish what she started. The diaper in place Sarah removed Wills shirt and tossed it to lie with the rest of his clothing in a pile by the door. As cute as it was though she wasn’t planning on putting Will to bed in just his diaper. She considered the footed sleeper which she had been very excited about but given how he was entirely dead weight right now she elected to go with a simple onesie instead. She selected a gray one that sported a T-Rex at its center, his tiny arms holding a large heart which he had just taken a bite out of, and pulled it over Wills head. Lifting him up with a hand on his back she worked the material down until she was able to get the shirt pulled down completely and then she pulled the two strips of cloth on the bottom together and pressed the snaps closed with an audible click. Finally her baby dressed and diapered Sarah lifted him from the changing table and placed him into his new crib lifting the bars until she heard the latch click into place. As she was pulling a blanket down from the closet Ally entered the nursery using an overly dramatic tip toe to ensure she was being quiet. Seeing that Will was in his crib she came over and looked down at the sleeping boy. In that moment Allys heart melted and she had no doubt that what Sarah was doing was going to work. Sarah brought the blanket over and draped it onto Will letting it come up to about his chest. For the finishing touches she pushed his alligator close against his body and set his mobile in motion letting the quiet gentle song fill the silence.
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  15. The Foresite is a Canadian product. My problem with it was the diaper has the entire front of it with the company name and logo like a billboard. I may be alone or in a small minority about how I view this but if I'm buying a product I don't want it to be an advertisement for the company. When I buy my cars new I make it clear to the dealer during the negotiation process that the car can not be delivered with the dealer name on it anywhere. Unless they want to pay me for advertising their company. Even when I buy used cars I remove the dealer emblems myself. Hugs, Freta
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  16. I hope you enjoy as the spider draws the fly into her web. Update 3 Will had never moved so quickly in his life as he did getting into his car and the whole time hoped that no one was watching. The rush made each of his movements mechanical to eliminate the time it took to think through the steps of getting his car started and rolling down the street. Will had taken this drive so many times that his mind was able to wander some as he followed the familiar route and it took him longer than he was proud of to fully realize that he had parked outside his apartment. Not wanting any of his neighbors to see his walk of shame he collected everything and picked his apartment key out of the others on the ring. Running was a terrible idea in such ill-fitting clothing but he was still able to make record time fueled by embarrassment and the fear of being spotted. Once inside he let out a long breath that he had begun holding near his door and relaxed for the first time since yesterday. Tense muscles in his shoulder and chest unclenched but they still burned with the mornings stressful tightness and Will gave first his left and then his right arm a slow and methodic stretch. The burn was replaced with a momentary pleasant sensation but as soon as the stretching ended the stress raced back into the muscles. Will accepted his shoulders stubborn refusal to play along and set to the business of putting this morning well and truly behind him. After he’d changed Will stood staring in the mirror and felt a sense or normal begin to settle over him. He’d been considering Sarahs actions since he’d started his drive and now, dressed and put together like an adult, he chuckled to himself. Of course Sarah had reacted like that, she was an amazon after all and everyone knew they got all kinds of weird urges around a particularly cute little or a really childish situation. Her actions had been some instinct buried deep in the amazon brain and Will was certain that their next meeting everything would be back to normal. A small voice in his head reminded him of yesterday too, of all the times she had stepped in and solved his problems or jumped at the chance to care for him. Will had broken his leg while in college, an incident he still refused to talk about, and Sarah had been there for every step of the recovery. She had attended doctors appointments with him, cooked him meals for the first two weeks, and at one point had carried him up a flight of stairs. The last one had always impressed him as he had never expected Sarah to be that strong but she had done it with no complaint and without huffing and puffing as she climbed the stairs, but Will shook these away. Sarah was his friend and he knew she would do the same thing for Ally because that’s who Sarah was and this morning was just a weird moment they could all laugh about soon. Will spent the next hour accomplishing nothing of import and finding the whole process incredibly relaxing. He got himself some water for his hangover and then crashed onto his couch determined not to move for as long as possible. The position was familiar to Will as he only had the one seat aside from the stools at his counter but his old and worn couch made sure that he couldn’t get completely comfortable. He gave up after only 5 minutes of channel flipping and instead passed his time idly on his phone. He didn’t look up or move more than an inch in one direction or the other until the knock on his door shook him free from his trance. “You’re late” Will announced proudly as he waved the two women in. “We wanted to give you plenty of time so that we could be sure you were ready when we got here” Sarah responded. “And I had to find another hat” Ally chimed in gesturing with her head to ensure Will saw the large and ridiculous sun hat that she was wearing. The hat was covered in lace along the brim and sported a large feather that brushed the roof of his small apartment. “What was wrong with the first one?” Wills question carrying all the incredulity he could muster. “This is the first one” Ally said “the second is for Sarah but she insisted on leaving it in the car.” “Any why did Sarah need a hat?” Will asked. “Because Will” Ally said with a healthy amount of airy authority “we are fancy ladies and when a fancy lady is driven around by a young gentleman she should be wearing a fancy hat.” Allys words were so matter of fact that Will could only nod along. “Honestly Will, why do you even have this place?” Sarah asked, her words coming from his tiny kitchen. “You’re always at our place, you have almost no furniture, and your fridge is empty except for some ketchup and an empty six pack.” She punctuated her words by drawing the cardboard from the fridge and shutting the door. “Think of the money you could save if you just moved in with us” This wasn’t the first time she had pointed this out and Will had long ago given up explaining his need for some personal space. It had been the same in college, he would spend most of his time in Ally and Sarahs room but he had always maintained some small place as his apart from them. She was right of course, he hated this apartment, but her solution wasn’t the right one and she just wouldn’t hear it. Will had always planned to leave this dreary box behind as soon as he got a job with his degree, a fact which Sarah knew, but no offers had come and so here he stayed. “No matter” Ally said filling the silence “I believe you had a plan involving the mall and a dark quiet theatre perfect for blessed holy naps” “There’s nothing special about your hangover Ally” Will said as he retrieved his wallet and keys. “I don’t believe you’ve ever said something so hurtful to me before” Ally replied her face full of mock outrage. With that all three were out the door and climbing into Allys car which was in much better shape than Wills. To Wills surprise Sarah and Ally both climbed into the back seat but their plan was made clear when Ally pulled an equally ridiculous hat over Sarahs head. Both hats were the sort of ridiculous thing you could expect Ally to have, garish but well made, and Will had to chuckle at Sarahs slight frown at how the large plumage of her own hat ran along the roof of the car. Ally was an impeccable dresser and the first few times many people met her she was every bit the classy heiress but once she had proven her ability to dress, well, she went right back to her comfortable choices. Will was pretty sure that he’d never seen the amazon wear matching socks and the one time they’d visited her parents’ house her gigantic closet had seemed more like a costume shop. Will had to adjust the seat to the amazons car and even then could barely reach the petals but it wasn’t the first time he’d driven her car and he’d grown used to the ritual. Everyone settled the inbetweener set the car into gear and began the trip to the local mall. Will made a pointed effort of the ignoring the two amazons in back as they began to banter like two high society ladies and laughing at their own ridiculous behavior. “So what movie are we seeing?” Will finally interjected as they finished a bit of laughter. “Oh I don’t know” Sarah replied “We’ll just have to see what’s playing and what time. Besides, we need to go to the book store first.” “So all that talk about a plan this morning was just you blustering?” Will asked, his voice thick with accusation. “No, the plan is still there it’s just that some of the details aren’t quite solid.” Sarah replied switching into her high society voice. Ally let slip with an “Oh my” in her own very well practiced voice and the whole car got a good laugh from the absurdity. The mall wasn’t anything monumentally impressive, a large two story building that held many of the usual big box stores and a few shops that held some more boutique items. There was a book store that took up an entire corner and was two stories itself which Will had always enjoyed and a theatre nice enough to have reclining seats. Will parked near the theatre and finally enjoying the joke he hustled over to open Allys door. “Thank you my dear sir.” She said removing her hat and tossing it into the back seat once Sarah had slid out. Sarah did the same and the group made their way through the parking lot and over to the theatre. The mall was busy today and Will began to feel the effect nerves always seemed to have on his stomach when he was around this many people in public. Will could usually handle crowds but he’d never enjoyed being around amazons between the ages of fourteen and twenty one and he was stepping into their mecca. There was nothing more toxic to someone of Wills height than an Amazonian teenager as, full or hormones and a need to establish themselves in the pecking order, they would often seek out some poor little or inbetweener to antagonize. Somewhere like the mall only ever made the problems worse because as soon as there was an audience their antagonization took on a harsher quality. “I’ll tell you what” Sarah said pulling Will from his thoughts “I’ll go pick up what I need and you two can pick out the movie, I promise I’ll watch whatever you pick.” “Fair enough” Will replied turning his attention to Ally “What were you thinking?” he asked. “I’m thinking I’m going to nap through a movie so the choice is yours” Ally replied pointedly examining her nails. Satisfied with their ability to fend for themselves Sarah made for the book store promising to return shortly. Will took the chance to look over the board of movies and after some short deliberation he finally decided on a raunchy comedy he hoped Sarah would enjoy. Ally still off in her own world Will got in line and waited patiently as the one person working the box office worked their slow way through the line. Finally after what felt like hours Will found himself talking to a bored looking amazon teenager. “Yeah, can I get three tickets for ‘Dead to Rights’” Will asked, sliding his credit card across the plastic counter. “That’s an R rated movie, I can’t sell tickets to teenagers dude” the amazon replied seeming frustrated at wills attempt. “I’m twenty three thank you and I’d like my tickets.” Will said with more than a little frustration. The amazon arched an eyebrow as he looked down at Will and shook his head saying “It’s gonna take more than that to get one over on me.” “I’m not trying to pull one over on you” Will said a little louder than he meant to “I’m just trying to get some tickets.” Seeing the unmoving face of the teenager Will dug out his wallet and slid his license across the counter. “Look here’s my ID, can I just get my tickets?” Wills voice had become a mix of exasperation and annoyance. “It’s a nice fake man, I’d show you mine but it’s at home.” The boys reply came as he slid back Wills ID and credit card back. “Is everything alright” came Sarahs voice from off to his side. “What movie did you decide on?” she asked approaching Will with several books tightly wrapped in a plastic bag. “I was getting us tickets but he” Will punctuated this by pointing an accusatory finger at the teen “won’t sell them to me.” “Is that so” Sarah said switching into the voice she always used at work. “Well I don’t care whats going on, we’d like those tickets please.” “Of course miss” the boy replied reaching out and taking back Wills card. He finished the transaction and slid the tickets over to Sarahs waiting hands. She snatched them and turned to collect Ally and as she left the teen handed Will back his card and muttered “see, all you had to do was get an adult to buy them.” Will snatched his card from the counter and did his best not to storm off while a teenage couple laughed into their hands as he left. Red faced and fuming Will stepped inside and joined his friends. Sarah and Ally were in the middle of discussing what snacks to get but as soon as Sarah saw his dark look she asked “Whats the matter sweetie?” “Stop calling me that” Will snapped “I’m not fucking five you know.” “Fine” Sarah replied curtly “then you can get us seats and we’ll be right behind you William” From her tone and use of his full name it was obvious that Will had reacted poorly but right then he couldn’t be bothered to care. He was sick of people treating him like he was some kid, so what if he was short, he was an adult damnit and he deserved all the respect that came with that. He stalked off to the theatre and finding three seats in the quickly filling room he snatched them up having to shoo off more than one interested looking couple. It wasn’t long before Ally and Sarah arrived with popcorn, drinks, and even some candy and the group settled in. Sarah took the seat next to Will with Ally on her other side but she remained frosty and before he could work to cheer her up the movie started and they all lapsed into silence. All except Ally who true to her word was gently snoring only twenty minutes into the movie. “You made a good choice” Sarah said praising Will “I didn’t expect to laugh half as much as I did” The trio were already half way home before Sarah had finally said something. Ally was content to snooze in the back seat, waking only long enough to move from the movie to the car, and Sarah sat in the front seat to give the other amazon space to sprawl out. The trip continued in silence but Sarahs words had worked to lift the gloom that had seemed to rest over Will since they had left the theater. Finally he pulled into his apartment buildings parking lot and parked as near to his place as he could get. “So much for your big day” Will said breaking the silence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I had a very big day” Sarah replied her books resting in her lap. “Would you like to come over for dinner?” she asked. “Thanks but I think I’m ready to call it a day.” Will replied shutting off the engine. “Will there’s nothing in your fridge and I know you haven’t eaten since breakfast, you should come over” Sarah replied pleadingly. “I’ll just get some takeout” he replied already climbing out of the car. “Fine” Sarah replied a little curtly “but if you change your mind Ally’s not going to be much company so you should come over” “I appreciate the offer but I think I’m going to just knock out, I didn’t sleep so well last night and I’m pretty beat” Will replied, both of them now out of the car. “Fair enough” Sarah replied and before Will could get away she snagged his arm and pulled him into a hug. It was strong and warm and Sarah hoped it radiated her forgiveness to Will. Blushing Will hurried away to disappear into his apartment. “Well that was tame” Ally said once Sarah had readjusted the driver’s seat. “I was expecting you to knock him over the head and put him in the trunk after this morning.” “Not yet” Sarah replied laughing “I’ve got to get ready and besides, the furniture won’t be there for a few days anyway.” “Fair enough” Ally said stifling a yawn “But unless you say otherwise I’m just going to pretend none of this is happening until it’s happened.” The next two days passed far too quickly and not quick enough depending on what Sarah found herself doing. The books she had purchased had been about the process of rearising littles, one focused on the physical necessities and everything Sarah should expect of a recently demoted while the other talked about the psychology of the process, and she was sure that a large part of it could be adapted to dealing with an inbetweener. The one thing the book did not help her with was how she was going to get Will into diapers in the first place. Because he was focused on littles the author had only a paragraph on the process of introducing the subject to their second childhood and it suggest simply that one find a little less mature than they claimed, which according to the author was all of them, and announce with all the authority of an amazon that they were now the children of a new loving parent. After two days of deliberation Sarah found herself at her wits end but then after dinner on the second day it was her father who presented her with the chance of a lifetime. Sarahs dad had been involved in politics for fifteen years and it meant that he had connections within the city. When they had all graduated Sarah had asked him to keep an eye out for any interviews he could get for Will and a year after the fact she had forgotten that entirely. Because of this it was an incredibly fortuitous surprise when she received an email from her dad. Dear Sarah, I hope everything is going well for you, your mother and I miss you very much and would love to have you and your friends over for dinner soon. I have been talking to Councilman Reynolds and he mentioned that the city planning department will have an opening soon that would work perfectly for your friend Will and if you’d like I could happily arrange a meeting. Your mother sends her love from…. Sarah had stopped reading at that point and instead read the first portion of the email over and over while a plan formed itself in her head. Sarah could feel the butterflies in her stomach performing circus acts at work the next day. Because of her new job Sarah was in the process of training her already too competent assistant manager and so had taken a back seat while at work. This meant that she had little to pull her mind off the fact that there were people in her home setting up a whole bunch of new furniture that she had purchased on a whim and would be utterly useless unless what she was planning worked. The last two days while Sarah had been doing her research she had also been watching Will at work. He had not come over to Allys and her place despite invitations and so the only interaction they had was here. She had noticed in that time that Will was having a harder time dealing with some of the more irate or condescending customers and just yesterday had gone through a mild panic attack that pulled him away leaving him shaky all day. It was with this memory fresh in her mind that Sarah approached Will. He was just finishing up getting ready for his shift and smiled as she approached. “We need to talk” Sarah said as she approached trying to keep her voice light. “About what?” Will asked already on the defensive. “Do you remember when I asked my dad to keep an ear to the ground for you?” Sarah asked “Yeah” Will said brightening “God that was ages ago.” “Well he’s finally heard something back” Sarah said raising her hands to halt the questions she saw bubbling up. “It’s not for at least another month when the old guy retires but the cities going to be looking for a junior member of the planning team.” “That’s amazing” Will said, barely able to contain his excitement. “But” Sarah interjected putting as much force behind the word as she can “It’s a pretty high stress job where you’ll be dealing with a lot of people all over the city and Will I don’t think you’re ready” “What?!” Will asked, all excitement leaving him. “It’s a high stress job Will and I worry about you” Sarah said trying to placate him. “Well I don’t know that it’s your place to worry about me.” Will replied his voice frosty. “No but it’s my dad who has the connections so if you want this interview it’ll be on my terms” Sarah replied her voice just as cold. “I understand your feelings, you’ve been working towards this for years, but before I tell my dad to arrange it I want to see that you can handle that kind of stress.” “So you’re going to hold the job hostage?” Will asked. “Not hostage but it’s not free either.” Sarah corrected. “I can see how much you want this so why don’t we set some stakes.” Sarah let the offer hang for a moment in the air watching Wills interest grow. “All you have to do is go through this shift without one of your attacks and the interview is yours.” “And you stop treating me like a little kid” Will added putting on his most serious face to squash the protest he saw growing on her face. “Fine” Sarah relented “but if I win you have to do what I say for twenty four hours.” “Hold on now” Will protested but he was promptly cut off by one of Sarahs hands resting on his shoulder. “Do you trust me Will?” she asked seriously. “Of course I do” he replied not needing to think on it. “Then you can trust that I’m not going to do anything stupid, dangerous, or harmful with that kind of control.” Sarah replied curtly. “Those are the stakes, you are welcome to take them or leave them.” “Fine” Will said after a long minute of consideration “but don’t be too upset when you lose.” From that point all Sarah had to do was take a back seat and watch for the day. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t interfere but she could see the stress of the wager laying heavily on Wills shoulders. Over the course of the shift she watched him closely without trying to be too obvious and so she almost could have predicted the moment when Wills resolve shattered and he had to rush to the back short of breath and his eyes holding more than a little fear. Sarahs assistant/replacement was moving before Will had disappeared completely and so Sarah was able to place her full attention on Will. She found the inbetweener outside behind the store sitting with his knees close to his chest. His breathing was labored and his knuckles were white from the iron grip he maintained on his forearms. The sight was enough to break Sarahs heart and she did her best to translate the strong emotion she felt into support for her panic stricken friend. The man who had decided to tear into Will had been out of line when he had berated the inbetweener for forgetting a five dollar bill in the rest of his change but Sarah could only imagine what else must be wrong for it to have driven Will to this. She placed a hand gently on his back and spoke soft small words until she could anchor him and draw him slowly out of the attack. Once his breathing had settled into a more steady rhythm they both sat with their backs to the building in silent companionship. “Fine.” Will finally said his voice still heavy with the emotions of earlier. “But after you’ve collected your winnings I hope you’ll see it in your heart to help me find a better job. It’s bad enough you’re leaving to pursue something you enjoy, it would kill me to know I missed the same chance.” “Fair enough” Sarah said still rubbing Wills back “When you and I are done with all this I’ll make sure to help you get your dream job.” The half-truth sat like a stone in her stomach but she would keep her promise, once she was done with Will she would do everything in her power to get him his job. The question was, how long until she was done with him. Finally Will took a deep breath and rose and after shaking some of the tension from his limbs he opened the back door and gestured for Sarah to go first. The amazon rose and stepped inside turning to hold the door for Will and pulling it shut with a click after he had come inside. “So what’s the plan then” Will asked, defeat clear in his voice. “Well we both have off day after tomorrow, how about you come over tomorrow night and we’ll all hang out.” Sarah suggested “and then we can start bright and early. Do you by chance know where I can get some palm fronds, I’ve always dreamed of having a handsome gentleman fan me while I eat grapes.” Sarah teased but Will offered no response as he went back to work. “So that’s it” Ally asked the incredulity plain in her voice. “All you had to do was make a bet with him?” “Kind of” Sarah said feeling more than a little abashed at her deception. “He doesn’t know what I have planned, only that I get twenty four hours where he has to do what I say. Honestly I give him thirty minutes before he’s had enough and insists it all stop but I think I have a way around it.” Sarahs eyes were thoughtful but distant as she finished. “And what is that” Ally asked after her friend had been silent for long enough. “He’s coming over the night before to stay here.” Sarah explained. “It’ll be tough to hide your plan considering how our spare room looks right now.” Ally said. “He won’t see it when he gets here, I’ll tell him the paint fumes are still airing out.” Sarah said excitement slowly replacing her trepidation. “And by the time he makes it back there I’m thinking he won’t be sober enough to puzzle through.” Ally raised her eyebrow as high as it would climb and asked “So you’re going to drug him?” “Not drug, I just need you to get him to drink like he did a few nights ago.” Sarah said thinking back to her party. “I carried him to bed that night and if we can repeat that the only differences will be the bed and his PJ’s.” She finished as a wry smile crept over her lips. “Fair enough” Ally conceded “if I can’t talk Will into drinking with me then I’ll have to hang up my party shoes for good.” Sarah ran through her plan for what felt like the hundredth time and finally having received Allys promise of help she felt like everything was right where it needed to be. Tomorrow night Will would come over and the three of them would have a lovely evening in. Sarah had already planned the whole affair, dinner would be lasagna which was Wills favorite and the entertainment would be one of the fantasy movies he loved so much. Ally would be in charge of the games and drinks and if everything went well the two of them would be having enough fun that Will wouldn’t process the absurdity of the situation until he was well and truly trapped. Sarah thought it was a fitting party to celebrate the temporary end to Wills adult life and at midnight her dear sweet cinder-Will-a would go from being a miserable frightened man to her sweet baby boy.
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  17. Here's the second update though it's only about half the size of the first since I seem determined to only write after 10 PM. Enjoy and thanks for reading! Update 2 A big day ahead of us… The words hung heavy in the misty air and were made more foreboding by Sarahs walk. Sarah had always moved like her mere presence could part crowds but when she was feeling mischievous Will had always thought she moved a little like a cat on the prowl. Almost as soon as her back foot had cleared the threshold Will rushed to the door shutting it and leaning heavily on it. He shook his head as he tried to process his already eventful morning, what had gotten into Sarah and more importantly how was he going to get things back to normal? “Alright” Will began, taking the chance to turn to the mirror “You’re going to get dressed, you’re going to eat a polite breakfast, and then you are going to fix your shit.” He emphasized this last point with a stern point of his index finger. With that said he went about putting himself together in someone else’s bathroom. Not for the first time will was grateful to be a man, his hair was short enough that nothing needed to be done and he’d never really been able to grow a beard so he didn’t have to worry about shaving. He considered asking for a toothbrush but given Sarahs mood she’d probably insist on brushing them herself and so that thought fell apart quickly. Finally with a move meant to look important Will shook out the pants that Ally had so excitedly and his jaw could have hit the floor. “JUICY” Will erupted doing his best to storm into the kitchen. It would have been more effective it the pants weren’t too long, too baggy, and proudly sporting the word Juicy across their back. Ally erupted into laughter with enough force that Will suspected she’d been holding this in all morning. The happy notes rolled out of her chest with such force that Will could hear her gasping for breath between each long laugh. “Seriously I’ve been waiting all morning for this and you Will did not disappoint.” Ally finally said. “And no, you can’t have a different pair. Those are the only pants I have with a drawstring and will allow you to roll the legs up” Ally said cutting off Wills objections before they could be made. She punctuated this by tossing Will a shirt that had been sitting next to her on the table. Will recognized the shirt as one she had collected from one of her previous conquests as she was fond of referring to them. There was a corner in her closet where they all hung proudly and Will was certain Ally could tell him exactly whose shirt he was wearing. Ally had developed the habit after her first boyfriend had left it at her house the night before breaking up with her. Since that day she had made of point of getting her hands on a shirt for every man and even a woman or two if Will wasn’t mistaken. The shirt pools out around Will, this one obviously having belonged to an amazon, and as he takes its seat the overlarge shirt begins to feel a little like a dress to Will. He’s given little time to fume over this latest reminder of his height as Sarah places his breakfast in front of him. Ally had always been an amazing cook and with her parents paying her rent for a bit Ally had seized the time to follow some passions of hers. The food smelled amazing, bacon and eggs with pan fried potatoes and French toast which had always been Wills favorite, but when Will looked at his plate he almost found himself without appetite. Sarah had taken the liberty of cutting Wills French toast for him reducing it’s previously golden brown slices into bite sized syrupy cubes. If Ally noticed this fact she was politely quiet about the fact and Will set to work instantly attempting to hide the embarrassing evidence as quickly as possible. “Alright” Sarah began, her plate empty first “I think now’s a good chance to discuss our day. I imagine you’d like to go home and change” Sarah said, her words more questioning than Will wanted “And I have to go to the store. The laundry will be ready to switch by the time we do the dishes so we won’t have to worry about that.” Will looked pointedly at his eggs as she mentions laundry, too embarrassed to see if Sarah was looking his direction. “And then I’m thinking the mall for a movie and I need some books.” “Sounds great, let me know how it turns out” Ally mumbles. Her head was resting on her arms which she had crossed on the table and it slightly muffled the sound. “Oh no you’re far too important for this plan to take the day off” Sarah chided as she began collecting dishes. “But you promised me a hangover day” Ally whined full of accusation disappointment. “I never would have raced this one if that wasn’t the case.” Her finger hung in the air pointing at Will as if she were telling an interested jury. “All I need is a driver while my car is in the shop” Sarah said and before Ally could continue added “and it can’t be Will because he’s going home to change.” Wills mood brightened at this as more than a small part of him had been convinced she was going to come with him and pick out an outfit. Ally groaned once again burying her face in her arms but Will and Sarahs practiced ear could pick up the acceptance that was underneath it all. Will pushed himself away from the table and raced upstairs to collect he wallet and keys and with embarrassment took in the mattress that he had recently soaked. There was a stain a little higher than center that stared back at him and will had to shake his head to draw him out of his tunnel vision. For the twentieth time today he silently wondered how this had happened but the sound of the dryer door shutting reminded him of the plan Sarah had laid out. “I’m off to change” Will said as he cleared the bottom step “should I just meet you at the mall or” he began to ask. “No, were going to meet you at your place in an hour and a half” Ally said plowing through Wills words “and then you’re going to drive us to the mall because today is a day most sacred William.” She emphasized these words by placing a large hand on each shoulder and allowing their weight to press down. “A holy day where the penitent think with remorse on the drinks of yesterday and try really hard to remember all the spinny bits.” Uncowed by her words Will attempted to make his objections heard but they were cut off by a finger raised to his lips. “I know you won’t take this most holy of holidays from me Will, thank you.” She finished and made her slightly sluggish way up to her room. Sarah quickly replaced Ally by spinning Will to face her and appraising him at arm’s length. “An hour and a half Will, see that you’re ready or I’ll get you ready when we get there” she said, her eyes alight with mischief. “Loud and clear boss” Will said working to turn out of her grip. He met with some resistance as she fixed him with a stern look. Will used to think of this as her boss face but after working with her for a year he’d started to realize the look was different when directed at Ally and himself than it was for her actual employees. “An hour and a half” He said the confirmation of her words earning him is freedom. Sarah sat in Ally’s car and allowed several half built plans to tumble around in her head. Ally had dressed quickly, the amazon having declared today too holy for makeup, and so they had arrived at their destination quicker than she would have liked. “So whats your plan here Sarah” Ally asked while her eyes searched Sarahs face for answers. She had tasted every word as she said it searching out her own feelings on the matter. The duo were parked outside a large Babies R Us and apart from the instructions on getting there Sarah hadn’t said a word on the car ride over. She stared at the large building with its’ colorful neon sign burning across the top and its’ customers that were coming and going. There were parents and all of them were clutching the hands of children or carrying them on hips with some seeming excited and tugging on their parents’ hands while others dragged their feet or walked sullenly behind. “I don’t know” Sarah finally admitted. “Yesterday at work Will had another panic attack and it took him off his feet for a bit.” Sarahs words were tentative and slow as for the first time she put events into some sort of proper order. “After that he was late picking me up and at the store I found a few things he had tried to hide in the cart hoping I wouldn’t notice. It was weird because by the time we got home I was feeling worried for him, I was annoyed with him, and I riding some kind of high from playing games with him at the store” Sarah said pausing thoughtfully. “The same kind of high you get from playing with your sisters new kid?” Ally gently prodded not wanting to allow Sarahs silence to stretch too long. “Yes and no” was all Sarah could muster but after another brief pause “I’m always excited to give my niece back, she’s cute and everything but when she starts crying it shatters that illusion. Yesterday though I wanted nothing more than to wrap Will up in my arms and promise him that everything would be okay.” The words tumbled from Sarah as she spoke them without thinking. The last part came as a revelation to both of the women in the car. Ally for her part looked thoughtful and allowed the silence to stretch out comfortably. “I don’t have a plan but I have the foundation of one and I worry that Will could suffer if I don’t act quickly.” Sarah finished, the final admission seeming to settle her mood and returning her resolve. “So you tricked him into wetting the bed?” Ally asked, her eyes holding more than a little accusation. “What, no! He did that all on his own. Last night I was still trying to figure out how I felt about everything.” Sarah said, her eyes pleading with Ally to believe her. “It wasn’t until this morning that I even thought about taking it this far.” Sarah accentuated this by pointing to the large painted cinder block building. The moment stretched on longer than Sarah was comfortable with but finally Ally nodded her head and said “Whatever your plan is I’m in. I trust you Sarah and I know Will does too, if this is the best course of action then we’ll make him see reason” Their resolve settled the two amazons stepped from the car and made their way into the store. The parking lot was fairly busy with responsible parents in the middle of their shopping day and Sarah couldn’t help but feel a little trepidation. These parents were up early with their kids working hard to make sure they’re provided for and raised right and here she was slightly hungover and all her plans half thought. Sarahs resolve tightened, nobody would tell her what she couldn’t do least of all herself, and she straightened herself upwards ready to face her day. The store was huge in every sense of the word. It stretched backwards for what felt like an impossible distance and the walls climbed at least two stories before stopping. The shelves were massive and seemed to reach three quarters of the way to the ceiling. The aisles were wide enough for people to comfortably navigate but anywhere that wasn’t a path was taken up by all manner of baby products. As Sarah took all of this in she also studied some of the families that were going about their shopping day and with rising interest realized that a startling number of the kids here were littles. They clung to their parents hands same as the other kids, their outfits were just as ridiculous, and they all of them had some varying amount of diaper visible. This held her attention the longest, the light and pastel undergarments forcing the legs of their wearers apart enough that it forced a waddle. A little and her mother passed and Sarah admired her tights which had 3 distinct rows of ruffle spreading across her padded rear. Sarah was so fixated on the girls’ tights that she almost missed the stiff pink mittens that encased her hands and the pacifier that was held fast into her mouth by a leather strap of the same pink as the gloves. These details she took in as the girl was lifted by her mother and placed into the seat of a shopping basket and Sarah watched the look on her face flash embarrassment as the pacifier begin to bob up and down a little more quickly. The look reminded her of Will all wrapped up in the towel but Allys voice crashed through that memory before Sarah could dwell for too long. “So where should we start?” Allys voice was low and tenuous but as she collected the shopping cart she seemed to focus again. “How far do you want to take this Sarah, I don’t know if all of this is gonna fit Will. It’s easy to forget because he’s fun size but he’s still an inbetweener and most of this is for littles.” Allys words rose up at the end turning the statement into a question and her thoughtful eyes began to scan the cards above each aisle. “Good morning ladies” A voice said from behind them. “I’ve seen that look before, I’m guessing this is your first time here.” The voice belonged to a woman who looked to be in her thirties and stood with a small tablet in her hand. Her vest matched the other employees around but underneath she was wearing a very flattering button up shirt and black skirt that ended just above her knees. The detail that left Sarah speechless was the woman’s height, easily a foot taller than both Ally and Sarah, and she looked comfortable using this to control a room. Sarah was very unused to having to look up at other women and much to her embarrassment this caused her some unease towards the woman. She had done the same thing with Ally when they’d first met and it had taken Sarah a full week to figure out why. “Maybe” Ally finally said “you’re right, it is our first time here.” “Excellent” the woman seemed to purr “I do so love helping new parents. Now tell me are you shopping with a little one in mind or have you ladies yet to adopt?” As she asked her questions she was already in movement, taking Sarah by the elbow and gently leading the woman further into the store. “We’ve already got someone in mind” Sarah finally said “though that’s why we’re having some trouble. The little one we have in mind is actually an inbetweener” “Ambitious” the woman replied as she took an appraising look at Sarah “I can appreciate ambition and am at your service. My name is Laura Nile and lucky for you I know exactly what you’re looking for” “My name is Sarah and this is my partner Ally” Sarah said, moving further into the store and falling into step beside Laura. Ally followed behind the two ladies happy to lean on the cart and close her eyes for a bit. Sarah had seen her do this many times before and took hold of the closest end to help guide the hungover woman. “Normally you would just have to follow the aisle numbers starting at 1 and working your way to the end. We take pride is making the experience easy you know” Laura said “but since your little one isn’t so little we’ll have to go about this differently. Have you given thought to how far you’ll take them?” The question wasn’t one Sarah had considered and she had to think on it halting the groups progress. “Well he did wet the bed this morning and he’s been acting progressively more childish but I don’t want to do anything permanent” Sarah said, distractedly nodding along with the words. “Oh my what a naughty young man” Laura replied her voice full of mirth “Well I’m sure he’ll protest but I believe firmly that any little one who wets the bed has earned himself a one way ticket to diapers” Sarah looked back to Ally at this and saw a smile creep onto her roommates face. Sarah was sure she was also picturing Will in a diaper, his adorable protests and even cuter pout and the bulk making his every step childish. “I believe you’re onto something” Sarah agreed a smile growing across her own face. Laura walked Sarah through the sizes of diapers leading them further down the aisle to where the larger sizes were kept. Sarah was impressed to see that almost all of the designs were available in every size and some of her fears began to melt away. Sarah had taken the opportunity doing Wills laundry presented to check the size of his pants and using that she was able to figure out the proper size. With that information Laura began to walk Sarah through all of her options detailing the benefits and draw backs of each package. It was amazing the sheer variety of diapers on the shelves here; Sarah had always just assumed the only difference was the color and now found herself with a very interesting choice. “This middle shelf here are your standard fare” Laura explained “they will hold anything your little one can throw at them and allow all sorts of outfits to be put over them. They can be noisy though and if that’s a problem this brand is much quieter though not silent. These” Laura continued pointing to a box sporting a dark purple diaper “are for overnight and boast much more thickness eliminating the need for overnight changes. They also make a wonderful punishment for naughty littles as it’s thick enough to force a crawl most of the time.” Lauras eyes sparkled as she is gripped by a far off look but before the silence stretches too long “but there’s little that will fit over them besides a onesie or footed sleeper.” Sarah studied the shelf before her and after a few more questions for Laura she pulled down 3 large boxes packed full of diapers. Satisfied with her choices the group moved on pressing for the back of the store. “Now since you’re new I’m going to guess you don’t have a whole lot in the way of furniture?” Laura asked though her look said she already knew the answer. “Yeah” Sarah admitted sheepishly “we don’t have anything actually, were starting from the ground up” “Excellent” Laura said as her smile widened. “We keep the furniture in the back half of the store with all of the other accessories. Further back” Laura said pointing along the rows of shelves that pushed to the other end of the store “we keep things like walkers, swings, and other devices to hold and entertain babies which I’m sure you’re not interested in but if he’s ruined his mattress now may be the perfect time to make a change.” Lauras explanation ended as she placed a hand on a sturdy wooden crib similar in size to the bed Sarah and Ally kept in their spare room. “There are cribs in every size and for a new parent like yourself we’d happily deliver and assemble everything you get.” Ally had been doing her best to drift inbetween reality and sleep but as soon as the talk turned to cribs she perked up. The first thing she noticed were the diapers piled high in the cart like a monument to the end of Wills adult life. The sight caused Allys insides to do a small somersault but each time she seriously considered what they were doing she felt less and less uneasy. Ally looked over the cribs that filled the space and had to appreciate their craftsmanship. Each one stood solid and tall though the heights varied from crib to crib. The one that Sarah was at now looked a little bigger the bed that was in their spare room and the bars rose just high enough that she was able to reach in and out but just barely. Ally had no doubt that Will would be able to climb out of the thing but just this morning she had watched Sarah undress the protesting boy with ease. If anyone could make Will sleep in a crib it was Sarah and from the look on her face she had reached the same conclusion. Their time in the store passed in much the same way, Laura explain a product or a need of children and Sarah made decisions based on her advice. Their cart piled high with all manner of childish material and what wouldn’t fit in the cart was marked down on a form that came with each cart. By the time they reached checkout Sarah had picked out a wide assortment of terribly embarrassing items for the unsuspecting Will. Amongst the clothes, bottles, pacifiers, diapers, powder, and oils there also hid more sinister items. There had been two entire aisles devoted to punishment and Ally couldn’t help but blush at the amount of time Sarah had spent studying everything on those shelves. Sarah had picked out a nice pair of matching wrist and ankle restraints, a pair of stiff gray mittens, pacifier gags, and a book that naughty children could write lines in but the piece that made Ally blush was the wooden paddle that sat proudly on top of everything. Laura had insisted on this piece saying that you can’t possibly re-raise a defiant child without one and despite the skeptical look Sarah had given her she had spent a solid 5 minutes picking out just the right one. One by one each item was plucked from the cart and bagged until they crowded the end of the counter. Seeing it all bagged and organized made it seem like they had purchased more than what was in the cart and Sarah felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter faster as she remembered the furniture she had ordered too. She had arranged it to be delivered and put together in three days to give her time put plans in motion but having a time limit on her endeavors and seeing how much of her carefully held onto savings was going into this project helped to solidify the entire thing in her mind. Their purchases made and Laura thanked for her help Sarah and Ally hustled to the car, or rather Sarah hustled and Ally moved at her own pace claiming holy days were meant for slow reflection and not running. The purchases crowded the trunk and some had to sit in the back seat but they packed away neatly and as she sat in the passenger seat Sarah still had one bag clutched tightly by the handle. The entire drive home Sarah stole small glances into the bag holding all the ways she was going to help Will transition and the more she looked at it the more that her nervousness was replaced with excitement. Shopping had been the perfect choice and after the girls had unloaded the car and piled all of their purchases into the spare room all of Sarahs jittery nerves had disappeared and in its place there was only the iron resolve that she would need to guide Will in his new life. He would be hers in his entirety and over time he would understand why she had to do it, he would be better for it, and so it had to be done.
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  18. I'm Macy I have brown curly hair and is 5'4 has two kids love both a lot.
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  19. "Damn you penis, you're getting in my way!" Said no guy ever. Unless you're a kid still living at home without access to proper sized diapers I don't see how you could not be content with all the adult sized offerings available today. You owe your dick an apology.
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  20. Witch’s Brew by Cute Kitten Joshua poked at the chocolate cereal puffs and marshmallow bats floating in the milk puddle on his highchair tray. His cheeks and chin were wet with milk; a couple of mushy bats stuck to his face. His plastic bib was as messy as his tray. He wore most of his food instead of eating it, despite his efforts to the contrary. He poked at another cereal puff, trying to pinch it between his fingers. The soggy cereal smooshed under his uncooperative fingers. He puffed his cheeks out in frustration, staring down at his hands and the delicate, silvery webbing of scars on his porcelain skin. His skin was so pale the scars were barely visible. He turned his wrist and the spidery, thin lines shimmered with a pearly sheen. Normal scars were varying shades of pink, red, and white. Not pearl and silver and covering nearly his entire body. The odd scars were souvenirs from a necromantic witch who had slowly burned and destroyed his nerves. He’d been very close to death. Aunt Gertrude saved him just in time. She even brewed him a potion distilled from the Font of Youth, to regrow and restore his injured body. Recovery was not magically instantaneous; his body was like that of a baby, and he had to relearn all over again. Hence his infantile lack of fine motor skills and barely controlled gross motor skills. And Auntie Gertrude raising him like he was an oversized baby. Physically, he was a baby. He couldn’t even manage to feed himself yet. Josh puffed his cheeks out and smacked one hand into the milk puddle on his tray. His fingers accidentally hit the rim of the bowl; milk and cereal arched through the air and splattered onto the floor. He froze, eyes going wide as he realized just how big his mess was. He was in so much trouble; Aunt Gertrude would be furious. He wasn’t supposed to feed himself; he wasn’t ready for that yet. Aunt Gertrude had told his big half-sister Tabitha to feed him, but Tabi had snuck down into Aunt Gertrude’s liquor cellar. So Josh had taken the opportunity to prove he was a big boy who could feed himself. He’d failed. Claws clicked on the tiled floor then a snuffling noise near the high chair legs. Josh looked down to see a monstrous, fluffy black dog-like creature lapping up the milk and cereal. Pandora, Aunt Gertrude’s familiar. Even at peace, Dora was terrifying. She was slightly larger than a Great Dane, bulky, and fluffier than a Tibetan Mastiff. Her cat-like claws and teeth were made for ripping into the flesh of her prey. She was a barghest, a hellhound; a beast who could only be controlled by a powerful witch. Her massive pink tongue swept out, licking up the last of the spilled breakfast. Dora raised her massive head and started licking the highchair tray. Josh giggled in relief, patting the thick black fur with his clean hand. Orange ribbon was tied in a bow by each ear, making her look pretty for Halloween. Plastic bowl and rubber coated baby spoon clattered to the floor as Dora pushed them out of her way. Finished with the tray, she moved on to Josh’s milk-sticky hand then his face. Joshua giggled some more, squirming helplessly as her rough tongue tickled his baby soft, delicate skin. He kicked his feet, his soggy diaper crinkling audibly. A wave of warmth engulfed his crotch as he wet himself but he barely paid any attention. He was too busy being tickle-attacked by Dora’s monstrous tongue. “Pipe down. You’re gonna attract the old bat with all that racket.” Tabitha crept silently out of the basement. She scowled at her little half-brother. They had the same father but different witch mothers. Just looking at him annoyed her. He was so damn pretty; a soft, lovely, delicate baby doll she often just wanted to smash. She felt like an ungainly sow in comparison. “S-sowwy.” Josh gasped out in a toddler lisp. His lungs ached from laughing. Pandora sat on her haunches, licking the milk and marshmallows off her muzzle. “Doggy tickles.” Shaggy, pale blonde bangs fell into his big green eyes as he ducked his head, looking down at his tray that smelled of doggy slobber. He poked at the mess on his bib. He hated making his big sister mad; it reminded him too much of all the times his mother had been upset with him. “Whatever. Just don’t start blubbering.” Tabitha snorted, tossing her frizzy dark brown ringlets over her shoulder. She didn’t even glance at his tray or bowl on the floor; she turned and went straight to the kitchen cabinet above the sink to fetch a glass. She held up the pilfered bottle to the autumn morning sun streaming through the window. The light caught the pale amber liquid, making it sparkle and shimmer. The bottle should have been brown; instead it was clear to show off the liquor. A homemade label decorated with drawings of pumpkins covered in spider webs. She read the squiggly handwriting. “Spider Cider.” She snorted. “Cute. How appropriate for Auntie’s Halloween party.” She sat the bottle down and turned to Joshua, who still sat quietly in his highchair. “You know, I’m 21. I’m finally old enough to go to the Samhain Feast. Become a full-fledged coven member. Instead, my Halloween is stuck here changing your diapers and handing out candy to filthy brats.” “Sowwy.” Josh whispered softly, not daring to look up at her. Instead he looked around for his binky. He didn’t see it, so he slipped his thumb in his mouth instead and started to suck. Pandora’s wet nose bumped into his bare calf and he smiled a little at the ticklish sensation.
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  21. Yes, it does, little one, and I can only say it's a struggle at times. My feeling is that it's important to follow your heart whatever the situation. If you aren't completely sure you are content be little, try another route. Or possibly try being little on a conditional basis, in other words, tell yourself you're just going to dip your toe in the water, so to speak, and let the feelings come naturally after that. If they don't come, you can always undress and take a shower. It's amazing to me the therapeutic power of taking a shower or just washing one's face, for that matter, it seems to revive and reorient. But the bottom line (sts) is be kind to yourself and don't push the river. When you're ready to be little, or to be anything at all that your mind sets itself to want, follow that readiness and see where it takes you. You don't have to force yourself to be or do anything. But I do understand being conflicted about it, esp. if the time/space isn't "just right."
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  22. As I mentioned couple days ago, I found a medical supply store in Mpls area that offers premium diapers for sale at their showroom location. After the visit, I was given several different types to try, and now I am having fun evaluating them. Yesterday was first "test" and product went about 3-4 hrs before it met its match with my morning heavy wetting, probably absorbing 3 to 4 good offerings prior to leaking out legs of my waterproof panties due to overused diaper within. Today, am trying another product, but in this case, with a stuffer added and another off the shelf diaper under the top shelf product. Hope to go well into the afternoon prior to leaking. Will present my findings at end of my testing, which will be delayed a bit after today till I have time alone again next week. Looking forward to a relaxing day wetting and enjoying the feeling of just going where ever I am. DeeWet
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  23. Missy Messed Up!! Missy was a beutiful 16 year old girl but she was also a spoiled brat. Her an her mom lived together in a nice house in the suburbs, she was an only child with a single mother. One day missy came home with a bad report card and got grounded. Later she was in her room and she yelled "ma can i go to the mall and get a new outfit?" her mom yelled back, "are you crazy absoulutly not your grounded missy" missy yelled back im not grounded d*** it, then she added i want a new outfit and if i cant get a new outfit i will pee in this one, her mom said you better not if you do that i swear you will be in more trouble then you ever bargained for, missy said oh yea what are you gonna do ground me again or give me a spanking oohh im so scared mommy gonna spank me, her ma yelled back i just mite and it just mite be the worse spanking youve ever gotten one like i gave you when you were little that will fix you so you just better stop or i mite anyways and dont even try what you said or i might do something even worse than that young lady now you stop it and behave yourself, missy then yelled no i wont stop it now you let me go to the mall like i asked or i will pee in this outfit, her ma said try it and see what happens missy im warning you, missy yelled back fine i will then!!!! here it goes. Missy stood with her legs apart and relaxed herself and let loose the warm pee began to soke her groinal region and the wet spot grew eventualy it ran down her legs and puddled on the floor she soaked her panties and shorts and you could smell the pee in the room then she yelled there i did it ha ha i showed you ma, her mother bursted in the room you better not have and then she saw that missy had indeed done so, her mother stormed over and grabed missy by the hair and slapped her pee soaked behind 5 hard times then she pushed her to the floor and draged her butt into the pee soaked spot on the floor and then dragged missy to the bathroom. once inside she spoke, missy i cant belive you did that peaing your pants like a little girl and doing so out of a temper tantrum like an immature little brat well i tell you what i am gonna spank your bare butt like a little girl and then im gonna give you a bath like a little girl you are gonna learn a lesson today young lady, with that she beagan striping missy's clothes off, she took off her flip flops and her socks then she yanked her shorts off and her white cotton panties stained yellow from the pee then she draged missy over her knee and picked up a flip flop and with missy's tender bare butt in the air lumped over her lap she began striking the flipflop down hard on missy's bottom fwap fwap fwap fwap fwap then faster and harder FWAP FWAP FWAP FWAP FWAP after a little while missy's butt was cherry red and she was bawling and sobbing "mommy im sorry ill behave im so sorry please stop mommy wahhhhhh" her mom said "missy i warned you now its too late you are gonna be sorry when im done with you " in between swats and sobs her mom continued I FWAP Told FWAP You FWAP What FWAP Would FWAP Happen FWAP FWAP FWAP FWAP FWAP after a few more swats she let missy flump to the floor and rub her sore bottom for a moment then she took her pink half shirt off of her and then her white cotton braw and led her to the bath tub she put her in it and ran the water while missy cried some more her mom washed her body with soap and warm water she rubed the soap in all over her and rubed it up and down from her sex to the top of her butt crack and back and forth for a moment then slid her finger with the soap into her rectum and rubed it around for a second and then rubed the soap into her sex too and then rinsed her and slowly lathered her hair with lavender shampoo an rinsed and conditioned and cleaned her all up then she turned off the water while missy sat in the tub an she got a towl out and smaked her butt when she got out and dried her off roughly and wraped missy in the towl and marched her to her room an told her to sit on her bed then she went into missy's closet and threw all her clothes in a trashcan and then she went to her dresser and threw all her panties ontop of her clothes missy stared at her in shock what are you doin ma why are you throwing all my clothes in a trashcan her mom said missy you wanted a new outfit so badly and since you dont aprrecciate these clothes im throwing them away and im gonna go to the store and buy you some new outfits but you are still grounded so you sit in this room and think about what youve done ill be back to fetch you shortley Missy sat on the bed wraped in the towel and did not move after that spanking she got she knew better she stayed put as she was told and her ma left for the store meanwhile missy waited finaly she heard her mom pull up and was glad she was home but she stayed put cuz she realized her ma would fetch her when she was ready too. Missy waited and hered grocerie bags rustling and her ma walking to..the spare bedroom???? but Missy waited. In the spare bedroom her ma was buisy setting things up she put clothes in the dresser and things on the dresser and things by the bed and set the room up nice and when she was done she said "there that should do it now lets go get Missy" Missy sat in the room and heard the approuch her ma came in lets go Missy she said missy stood and slowly walked to her mom. She took missy by the hand and walked with her still wraped in the towl and they walked to the spare room. She opend the door....Missy went silent with shock and turned white as a ghost her mother kept leading her to the bed and finaly missy spoke "whats that stuff for why is that all set up like that what is going on here ma." her ma spoke this is your new room and this stuff well these are your new outfits. Missy countered that cant be for me that stuff its..its..that stuff is for babies!!! exactly missy after what you did yes that is for babies cuz if you are going to act like a baby then im going to treat you like a baby she cut her off Missy began to struggle no.. no dont you make me wear that no....her mother said missy you had better except this an stop fighting me you pull away from me one more time and i will spank you again missy pulled again her ma said thats it i told you she yanked the towel off of missy and pulled her down over her knee and began slapping her bare butt with her hand very fast and hard 20 minutes later after missy was exausted from the spanking she was getting her ma stopped and carried her to the bed and lied her down on the changing pad missy sobbed and her ma took the thing from the nightstand it was a huge white plastic disposeable diaper unfurled it and lifted missy's butt up by her ankles and slid it under her. Next she took a wite can from the desk and pulled sumthing out of it then she slid it deep into Missy's rectum and she took a pink bottle from the desk and splatted the contents onto missy's groin and rubbed it in even sliding her finger that was covered in the pink lotion into her sex and her rectum then a white bottle witch she turned the top and poored the contents onto her groin and under her but then she drew the diaper up and fastend it very tightly onto Missy. While she laid on her back her ma took a baby bottle that was full of water but cloudy water and gave it to her like a baby. there was an open bottle of glycolax powder on the table next to the baby bottle and a bottle of water pills too witch she then sat missy up and gave her one of and she fed missy a table spoon full of the powder witch was obviously in the bottle too. while sitting on the edge of the bed missy heard her mother speak and began to sob again because of what her mother told her was going to happen from now on until she felt missy was mature again. She took Missy by the hand and made her walk in only the diaper and a bra into the family room and put her in a corner and told her to stand there for a while and she left the room 5 minutes passed and missy began doing a potty dance cuz her tummy was roaring and her tushy hole was burning 10 mins later missy crouched down a little and bobbed up and down whining from the urge 5 minutes later missy crouched and then FARRRRRRRRTTTTTT she filled her diaper with poop and began to bawl and sob again her mom walked in and said ahh i hear my little girl crying i bet she needs a diapy change then she felt the but of her teen daughters diaper and said oh my she made a big poopy well lets get you changed sweety and off they walked/swadled too the new nursery in the house..... the end
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  24. sweet story! can't wait to see what will happen next! london sounds absolutely adorable! of course, i like the shyer, chubby, short girls already, so to hear of one that wears diapers/pull-ups is right up my alley lol
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  25. Which is why any parent/child AB relationship has to involve give-and-take from both partners to that each has their core needs met. As someone who does 'care' for an AB it is alot of work but it is also rewarding. PLus, he is my life partner and so caring for him is part of the marriage contract as he would (and has done) for me.
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  26. Did some story updating this weekend; Bad Seed, Tricky Treats and Witch's Brew.
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  27. Thank you for commenting! I enjoy hearing your thoughts and what you think of the characters. events, etc! We're in the home stretch; there's only a several more updates left then this story is a done duck pumpkin. “Pumpkin, you sure? Danny asked in a worried daddy voice. He knew how unsteady Kaoru’s balance was when she was tired. She’d already walked a lot tonight. She was really pushing herself and he didn’t like it. Seeing the concern for the chubby girl in her eyes, Danny’s refusal crumbled. She just wanted to be closer to her friend to comfort the butterball. And he’d be right here to catch her if she fell. Kaoru nodded, puppy dog eyes pleading. “Alright.” His huge hands lifted Kaoru by her armpits, setting her down. Her short, poofy dress and pinafore rose up, displaying more of her bulbous diaper as it strained against her frilly bloomers. One glance told an passersby she was a heavily diapered little girl who needed every ounce of that padded protection. Danny was mindful of her feet, making sure she had her balance. Her purple butterfly braes held her feet at a fixed angle, so Kaoru sometimes appeared to have her balance just standing there only to lose it as soon as she moved. He’d learned that the hard way; too many times he’d carelessly stood her up or set her down on her feet and let go prematurely, only for her to immediately wobble and fall down. She’d accumulated a few grazes and bruises in the process then apologized to him. She never blamed Danny for it; she blamed herself. He hated that, so he was extra careful nowadays to make sure she had her balance before he let go. He stayed hunched over, holding her hands. “I’m good. Thank you.” Kaoru tried to kiss Danny’s cheek in thanks, but his face was just up above her reach. If she could get up on her tiptoes she could’ve kissed his chin. He smiled at her adorable pout and obligingly bent his face down to her level. After a quick peck on his cheek, she took a few slow steps forward towards the stroller. She wobbled more with each step, tightening her hold on Danny’s hands; they were the only things keeping her steady and righting her balance. Her legs were tired; this was the most she’d walked in a long time. On top of that, she was sleepy. Her coordination and concentration were off; it was like driving through a thick fog. His big, strong hands cradled her own tiny ones as she toddled unsteadily to Gabby, crinkling all the way. “Kaoru?” Gabby asked, watching as the fragile girl struggled to walk. Karu just smiled at her. Slender arms wrapped around her pudgy middle, her vision full of Kaoru’s hair. She was stunned by such a bold move from the timid, painfully shy girl. “I had fun tonight. Sorry all those buttheads ruined it.” Kaoru whispered, squeezing her plump friend. Gabby had accepted her, didn’t laugh at her dysfunctional bladder, feet, or tummy. She was patient with her, didn’t make her feel like a burden at all. Kaoru wanted to reciprocate, to be there for Gabby when her friend needed her. Right now, gabby was hurting on the inside and trying to hide it. Kaoru didn’t know if she could make Gabby feel better; she just wanted to let her friend know she wasn’t alone. Gabby hugged her back. “Thank you. I’m okay. I’m just being stupid. We did have a lot of fun. You’re right. I won’t let those idiots ruin our Halloween.” Gabby actually believed her words. Her friend and her family were right. This was a special night. She could mope and worry about the consequences later. Her smile this time was more genuine, less forced. “Good. Now we’ve got that settled, let’s get going before those diapers leak.” Danny said flatly as he scooped Kaoru up. She squeaked at the sudden motion as Danny settled her back onto his hip. Both girls blushed, faces candy apple red. “D-Danny!” Kaoru protested as he poked at her covered diaper, giving the noisy plastic padding a squeeze. “What? Just checking your diaper. It’s soaked. You’re going to leak any second now.” “You’re embarrassing them.” Hester added helpfully. “Well, it’s true. I’ve changed more diapers than you have. You wanna check? I’m sure hers is in the same state.” He gestured at Gabby, who let out a strangled squeak and hid her face in her hands. Danny had been standing behind Kaoru this entire time. Now that he’d picked her back up, he stood in front of the stroller. Gabby found herself staring straight up at him. From her seated position, he seemed even huger. Icy fingers of fear ran down her spine. Danny was all raw, muscled male. Like a model on the cover of a romance novel. There was something more than just his physical presence that intimidated her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She peed a little. The man was so gentle and loving with Kaoru, yet Gabby couldn’t shake her innate fear of him, no matter how much she tried to reason with herself. She told herself she was being ridiculous. Like her fear of Auntie Hester’s bitchy cat. She was just spooked because it was a spooky night and her imagination was in overdrive. Danny felt Gabby’s gaze, saw the irrational fear there. He grinned, flashing those awfully sharp pearly whites. Gabby shuddered, more pee squirting out, though her padding was already so soaked and warm she didn’t feel the added urine. With his attention on her, she felt like a plump rabbit cornered by a hungry fox. In desperation to put some space between them, she blurted without thinking, “A NEW DIAPER SOUNDS GREAT!” Her shout echoed into the quiet, chilly night. “Alrighty then. Fresh, dry diapers it is!” Hester chuckled. Kaoru smiled softly down at Gabby, who cringed in embarrassment at her outburst. She hid her face in her hands again as Hester pushed the stroller forward. They carried on back to Hester’s house. The diapered girls grew drowsy once again as their emotions calmed down.
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  28. Thank you for commenting! I love hearing what you think! “Mrs. Beatrice, ma’am, this isn’t working. You need to do something. Call another agency if this can’t find an afternoon nanny. Cameron can’t be left alone. Me and the rest of the staff are busy doing our jobs. The maids don’t know what to do with him.” “Nonsense, Tyrese. It’s just like taking care of an overgrown baby.” Beatrice sipped at her after dinner coffee. Cameron sat down at the other end of the dining room table, safely buckled into his highchair as he quietly nursed his bottle of chocolate milk and listened in. “No, it’s not.” Tyrese folded his big, muscular arms as he towered over his aged employer. “There’s an entire universe of differences. Cameron’s not an actual baby, and he needs regression specialist nannies, not any old nanny off the street. That reminds me; Jenny the night nanny complained about Cameron having diaper rash. The school sent home a letter about it, too. You need to do something about the afternoons, ma’am.” “Oh, alright. I’ll give the agency a call tomorrow. Maybe they’ll have a nanny available.” Beatrice sighed, annoyed her relaxing coffee break was interrupted. “They haven’t had a nanny in two weeks. Ma’am. You need to try something else. His teachers were worried when he showed up to school with all those bruises on his face. Now he’s got diaper rash. You can’t keep rescheduling that meeting with them.” Beatrice groaned, slamming her delicate, gilded cup down so hard coffee sloshed over the rim and onto the fine linen tablecloth. “Enough! I’ll call Jill and take her up on that babysitting offer. Just leave me to finish my coffee in peace!” Her old-lady voice shrieked high and shrill; both Tyrese and Cameron winced. “Yes, ma’am.” Tyrese gave her a polite bow then went back to the kitchen. “Ma’am, here’s the day’s mail from your desk, as you requested.” A maid who’d been waiting in the wings for Tyrese to finish approached. She laid the mail on the table in front of Beatrice. After a nod from her employer, she curtseyed and backed away. From the other end of the table, Cameron stiffened at the sight of the milk. Milk dribbled down his chin and onto his bib while he stared intently at his grandma. This was it, what he’d been waiting for. “I really don’t want that... girl... loose in my house.” Beatrice muttered to herself as she dug through the huge mail pile. She paused over the word “girl” as if she wanted to say something much more nasty but was too well bred to actually say it. “Jill always said she was a savage beast. Now I’m supposed to trust her in my house? Ridiculous. All this nonsense over a few bruises and a rash. Babies get rashes all the time, it’s not the end of the world. They fall down, too. Accidents happen.” She shook her head, setting aside and sorting the envelopes. “That Indian woman with Jack at the country club had some good points. It’s been many years, I suppose, since that girl’s been back. Maybe Jack truly did manage to tame the beast. That’s not what I’ve heard from others who’ve dealt with her….” Beatrice sighed. “I’m tired of Tyrese’s constant nagging. I suppose giving her a second chance isn’t too much to ask for, if it’ll quiet Tyrese. I’ll tell Jill I accept the babysitting offer that Indian woman mentioned.” Cameron’s eyes grew even wider as his chest swelled up with hope like a balloon. He listened as hard as he watched. Was it true? Could it really be? It sounded like grandma was talking about Lili. Lili, coming to babysit him. She’d kept her promise after all. He grinned behind the rubber nipple, chocolate milk dribbling over his face and onto his bib. His heart filled with happiness; he didn’t pay any attention to the milk. He made sure to be a very good boy by staying still and quiet, just watching passively despite the joy bubbling up inside. It itched to burst free in a loud, exuberant cheer. He was getting Lili back! “What’s this?” Beatrice frowned at the folded up paper tucked amongst all her envelopes. Cameron’s letter. His breath caught in his throat and he trembled in anticipation, adrenaline fusing with joy in his veins. She opened up the paper, expression turning sour as she read. She lifted her head, noticing her grandson for the first time all evening. At the look in her eyes, the balloon in his chest popped and shrivelled. Before she even spoke, Cameron knew he’d been bad. She was angry with him. He should’ve said nothing and just floundered uncertainly. If an adult wanted him to know something, they’d tell him. He was so, so stupid. Stupid, dumb baby. He deserved to be fully regressed again. He wasn’t ready to be a big boy. He lowered his head, breaking eye contact, but he could still feel her disgusted stare bearing into him. “No, Cameron. Daddy’s not coming home yet. Another lawyer has let me down. He never should’ve gone away in the first place. But because of you-” Beatrice bit off her bitter words abruptly and stood up suddenly. “I can’t even finish my coffee now. Thank you for ruining my evening.” She stormed off, slamming the door behind her. Cameron cringed. Each word stabbed into him. He whimpered, cowering at her wrath. “S-sowwy.” He blubbered softly as tears fell down his cheeks, onto his damp, messy bib and highchair tray. His bottle clattered, half drunk, onto the plastic tray and his damp diaper crinkled. He cringed, barely able to move in the confining safety straps of the highchair. His soft sobs filled the vast, empty room.
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  29. Oh skys I remember thoes. Though to be honest, if I wanted to talk about diapers that worked and could be picked up from a store, the old school dry comforts where not bad. Thicker than heck though, and the padding was basicly a strip from front to back, much like a lot of the diapers out now days. On the other hand, something I did like about the old school attends, is that thay where a full mat diaper. I am a side sleeper, you can guess how well that works with the disposables that have no padding on the sides. Not good at all. Its partly why I favor cloth and plastic pants, yet dislike pocket diapers.
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  31. Hahaha I liked this story. Short and sweet.
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  33. Tiffy

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    From the album baby tiffy

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  35. From the album Breastfeeding Baby Jennie

    "Suck hard, baby," Carmen crooned. "Suck all the milk out of Aunty Carmen's titty. Ooo! What a hungry baby girl you are!"

    © babyjennie

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  36. I wish I had an online Daddy who liked messy diapers and I could send him pictures of my accidents to prove that I am a good girl who happens to mess
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  37. Chilli consistency. Like canned chilli.
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  38. lil_angel

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    From the album Me

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  39. Candy started."Thank you for doing this." "No problem." they both said at the same time. "Can you imagine her going to Toronto by herself? I just can't let that happen." "No kidding. I'm surprised she even wants to go, with her still wetting the bed and all." Kim walked towards the huge window. "Look at her down there. She looks younger then Sarah and may I say, she acts younger." "She's still wetting the bed?" Margret said, not really surprised to hear that. "She is. I helped with that, but it didn't take much. By the way, how did you get that set up in the bathroom so quick?" "We got here last night. The bed is all ready and I bought a whole bunch of clothes for her. Oh and all other things you asked for." "Awesome. Thank you very much." Kim turned back around, "Why didn't you put her in that swim diaper? You had the perfect chance." Candy held up the swim diaper. "Oh, don't worry, she won't be going swimming with out it again." All three woman laughed. The four girls got to the beach. Michelle's mind was elsewhere. All she could think about was Tracy. Abby had picked up a bag that was sitting beside the back door. Not a word was said, on the short walk to the water. Abby set the bag down and pulled out two water wings. She took Michelle's arm and started to slide one up. Michelle came to her senses when Abby took a hold of her arm. "Hey, what are you doing?" Abby stopped, but kept a hold of Michelle's arm. "Putting your water wings on, silly." "I don't need fucking water wings. Let go of me." Abby let go of the water wing but kept a hold of Michelle's arm. She spun her around and landed her hand on Michelle's bum. "Watch your language, Sarah is right here." Michelle couldn't believe Abby just spanked her, "What the hell, don't you ever hit me! Let go of me!" "What did i just say about the language. Enough." again, Abby delivered a spank to Michelle's bottom. Michelle tried to yank her arm away from Abby's grip, but there was no way that was going to happen. "Let go of me!" Michelle screamed. "Fine, you don't want to go swimming, I can take you back up to the cottage and let your mommy deal with you." Michelle didn't want to see her mom, not for a long time, not after what she had done and heard. Abby took Michelle's hand and started pulling her back towards the cottage. "Okay, okay. Fine, just let me go swimming. I don't need water wings, I can swim." Michelle pleaded. Abby kept walking,"Nope, Either water wings or mommy." Michelle looked up at the cottage. "Water wings." she blurted out. Abby stopped, bent down so she was eye to eye with Michelle, "That was too easy. Water wings and the swim diaper or mommy?" "What! No way Abby, you can't do this. I'm 18. Older then you. Just stop it." She stomped her foot down a couple of times which didn't make her look older. Abby started walking again,"Oh Aunt Candy, Michelle just told be to fuck off and then hit me." "I did not." Michelle screamed out. Abby stopped again, "Who is your mommy going to believe? I heard her spanking your little bum earlier, I think I want to see that, up close." Michelle pleaded, "Come on Abby, please. It's been bad enough today." tears started rolling down Michelle's cheeks, again. Michelle felt like she was in a nightmare. Abby took her finger and wiped a couple tears away. "Ohhh, don't cry baby." Abby pulled Michelle close to her and gave her a hug, Abby's hand went down and patted Michelle's bottom. "Okay, no swim diaper, but you do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?" Abby let go of Michelle. Michelle is crying. She couldn't cope with all that has happened. "Fine. Whatever." Abby lead Michelle back down towards the water. Gail and Sarah were already in. Abby quickly put the water wings on Michelle's arms and then took her in the water. Candy watched from the window. Abby looked like she was doing great. Everyone was in on the plan, expect Sarah. It wasn't hard for Abby's and Gail's mother to convince them to treat Michelle like a 4 year old. Candy heard Abby and Gail were very happy to carryout the request. No questions asked. She had them at 'treat Michelle like a four year old.' Abby held both Michelle's hands and started walking into the lake. It got to deep for Michelle to walk and she had to lie on her stomach. Abby turned a little so she could keep walking, but knew Michelle couldn't. "Kick your legs, sweetie." Michelle kicked her legs a little. She feels very ridiculous, wearing water wings, her childish swim wear and now Abby holding her hands, acting as if Michelle had never been in water before. "I can swim." Abby paid no attention and moved faster. "Harder baby, harder." Michelle kicked a little harder. If she could get Abby to let go of her, she might just start swimming to the other side of the lake, away from all these people. Abby never let go. "Thats it baby. Kick, kick, kick." Abby went back and forth pulling Michelle and Michelle kept kicking. After a while Michelle started to get very tried. Her legs started to feel like jelly. "I can't keep going." Michelle said and got a mouth full of water in the process. She started choking, She felt some pee escape her. Abby pulled her close and placed her on her hip. Being in the water Abby had no problem placing Michelle on her hip. She patted Michelle's back, until she stopped choking. "Are you okay baby?" Michelle nodded her head up and down. "I'm not a baby!" "Guys, come look at this." Candy yelled from the window of the cottage. Kim and Margret quickly walked over towards the window. There was Abby holding Michelle on her hip, patting her back. "Oh my god, that's so cute." Kim stated. Kim took her phone out of her back pocket and took a few pictures. "I will send these to you Candy." "Prefect, thanks." Candy replied. Abby held Michelle for a few minutes and then went right back to pulling her in the water making sure she kept kicking her feet. It was close to a hour before she stopped. Michelle was tired and her legs were hurting. Abby got Michelle close enough too shore that Michelle could walk, Michelle put her feet on the bottom, but could hardly make her legs work. She is wore out. "Everything okay baby?" Abby asked. "My legs hurt and I'm tried. Thanks anyway." Michelle whined. Just what the doctor ordered, thought Abby. This little girl will soon be down for a afternoon nap. A little lunch and baby Michelle, will be out like a light. Michelle had to be careful not to fall as they made there way up to the sandy beach. She was almost glad Abby kept a hold of her hand. Not that it was the most ideal thing. Abby took the water wings off, picked up a towel, giving it to Michelle. "It's almost lunch time. I'm taking Michelle up. You guys should come out." Abby yelled to Gail and Sarah. "Okay, be up in a minute." Gail replied. Abby put the towel around Michelle and took a hold of her hand. Abby stopped about half way to the cottage. She bent down. Michelle was breathing heavy and didn't look steady on her feet. "One last thing, it's mommy from now on, I don't want to hear you calling your mommy anything else. Understand?" Michelle closed her eyes. She was so tired. "Come on Abby, wasn't that enough. I wore the stupid water wings." Abby smiled and placed her hand up Michelle's chin, "Did you just pee in your swimsuit?" Michelle opened her eyes after hearing that, "No." she had in the water when she choked, but she wasn't going now. Was she? Michelle looked down between her legs. No, she wasn't. "I think you did. I think Mommy is going to be very cross with her little girl when she finds out she went pee pee on the way back to the cottage." "Abby, stop. You know I didn't. Why are you being so mean to me?" Abby pulled Michelle's chin a little closer. "Baby, you have no idea. Is it mommy or are you a little pee pee girl?" Michelle tried to pull her head away from Abby's face, but she couldn't. She just wanted to get inside and find a way to get back home. Her legs were aching. "Whatever, Mommy then." She didn't need her mother thinking she had wet herself. Abby let go and stood back up. Hand in hand they got to the back door of the cottage. Abby took the towel from around Michelle. "Okay strip." "What?" "Get your swimsuit off. You can't go in there with it wet." "You heard her. Off with the suit." Candy said, standing behind the screen door. "But Mom." Abby started clearing her throat, looking down at Michelle. Michelle looked up at Abby, then back at her mother. "But, Mommy." Candy held back the smile she so wanted to give. "Off with the suit. I will get you something to wear." Abby reached over and took one strap over Michelle's shoulder, she pulled it down, then the other one. "I can do it." Michelle said, batting Abby's hand away. "Then do it!", her mother yelled. Michelle slowly pulled the suit down and stepped out of it. Standing naked in front of her Aunt was bad, this was worse. She kept her head down, not wanting to look at Abby. She could only imagine how she looked compared to her younger cousin. Abby took the suit from Michelle's hand. "I will hang it up." Candy opened the screen door and Michelle quickly walked in. "Thank you Abby." "No problem.", Abby said as she walked towards the clothes line. "Come on honey, lets find you some clothes to wear." Michelle stopped in her tracks. "What. You don't have some right here?" Candy held the door open. "No. The clothes are upstairs. Come on." Michelle placed her hand down to cover herself and took the couple steps into the doorway. Michelle held her mother's hand, naked as the day she was born and walked through the cottage. "Have a good swim sweetie?" her Aunt Kim asked, acting as if seeing a naked 18 year old was normal. Keeping her head down which seemed like it was the normal thing to do today, "Not really." Michelle replied. Up the stairs and directly into the bathroom Candy towed Michelle. "Up on the potty please." Michelle was tried and had about enough of the treatment. It was time to stand up for herself. Being naked was not ideal, but at some point she had to say and do something. "Okay Mom, that's enough. I'm not sure what is going on, but it has to stop. NO MORE!" Candy looked down at Michelle then leaned up against the counter. "No more? You started all of this this morning, young lady. I should be the one saying, no more." "Come on." Michelle pointed at the potty seat. "You're making me use this thing, when there is another bathroom I could use. Why?" "Michelle, you are not the only person here. There are six others. It's not all about you." "Then take this stupid thing off. Why can't we do that?" "Aunt Kim said the owner asked us not too. He put it on there for his daughter and didn't want it wrecked. I'm not even sure how it would come off, so its staying." "That's crazy." Michelle huffed. "Crazy or not, it is what it is." and with that, Candy quickly took Michelle under her arms and lifted her over, placing on the potty. Michelle was so exhausted from the swim she didn't have a lot of fight in her. She put her hands up to her chin and rested her elbows on her legs. Her feet dangling a few inches from the floor. She didn't need to pee. Five minutes went by with her mother standing over her. "Okay. Down you go. We'll try again later." Candy lifted Michelle off the potty, taking her hand, leading her into the pink bedroom. She sat Michelle down on the bed. Michelle heard a loud crinkle, something she hadn't heard earlier. She pushed her hand down on the bed, crinkle, crinkle. At this point she didn't care, she just wanted to be left alone to think.
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  40. I wear nappies and pladtic pants 247
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  41. I guess. Are you orientating the tapes differently than I am? Are you having to use any caution while using them?
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  42. Sorry for not being faster with this. I had more to add but as I've worked on it I think that section is better suited as a chapter or two into itself. So here's the section I have completed in full. ---------- Student's Pet A Diaper Dimension Story Part Five by Babystevie26 Mrs. Ramirez stood in front of the class, lecturing her home economics students on using the sewing machine. Everything was going normally until an odor began to make itself known, and every eye turned to the playpen Mrs. Ramirez kept next to her desk. The Little inside sat on his knees, holding a stuffed bear in front of his face. His only clothing besides his diaper was a powder blue T-shirt. Mrs. Ramirez stopped her lesson and sniffed loudly. "Oh, dear," she said. "It seems Rafael made a stinky." The reactions among the students varied. Several, especially the boys, made exaggerated gagging noises or pulled their collars over their noses. Most of the others started giggling like little kids when someone says a dirty word. A few, including Allison Jaruwalski, tried to comfort the Little with assurances that everything was okay and they'd get him cleaned up right away. Little Rafael only hugged his bear harder. "I'm so sorry, everyone." Mrs. Ramirez sighed theatrically. "Let this be a lesson for all you potential parents out there. Poopy pants can happen anytime, anywhere." Then she grinned. "Now, who's going to change him?" The gross-outs and the gigglers immediately went silent. Most of the girls who had been cooing suddenly became reluctant to offer their services. Even those who had changed Rafe's wet diapers in previous classes backpedaled at the prospect of a dirty diaper. As a result, there was only one volunteer. "I'll do it, ma'am," Allison offered, raising her hand. With Ramirez's nod of approval, Allison stood up and walked to the playpen. Rafael tried to back away from her, scooting himself as far back into the corner of the playpen opposite Allison as he could get himself. And smooshing that mess of his all over… Allison lamented. His Mommy was having none of that, however. She got hold of him under his arms and stood him on his feet. He was oddly shaky standing up. In fact, he had to hold on to Mrs. Ramirez's arm to not fall on his bottom. In doing so, his bear moved away from his face and Allison saw the Little's face was red, even though it didn't seem like he was still pooping. "Before I hand my Little man over," Ramirez said. "Let's make sure he actually is our poopy pants. It wouldn't do to go accusing him when someone else might be our stinker." At that, Mrs. Ramirez looked over at the students, her gaze lingering on the In-Betweeners in class as it passed them. They blushed but said nothing in response. Ramirez then cupped the back of Rafael's diaper in her hand and moved it around, shifting the mess contained inside her Little's pants. Allison watched little Rafe's eyes close and begin to tear up. He must have a rash, Allison thought as Mrs. Ramirez picked up her boy and handed him to Allison. Mrs. Ramirez took the liberty of spreading Rafael's changing mat on the side of her desk opposite the playpen. Allison laid him down gently, not wanting to move the mess around and irritate his rash more than she could help. "Hold on, Miss Jaruwalski," Mrs. Ramirez said. "I remember you once said you had a Little at home, right?" "That's right," Allison answered. "My little sister's been at our house longer than I have, so I've helped with plenty of dirty diapers." Rafael whimpered from the desk. "That may be," Ramirez told her. "However there's one tiny difference between changing a girl's diaper and a boy's. For that reason, I recommend turning him to the side a bit. Yes, exactly like that." That last came as a response to Allison turning the Little boy so that his lower half faced the class instead of Allison. Once that was done, Allison started her work by untaping and pulling down the front of Rafael's diaper. As his messy bottom was revealed to the class there was a chorus of "ews", "grosses", "that stinks", and laughter. Rafael was crying openly now. Allison used the front of the boy's diaper to clean the worst of the mess just as she did with Eloise at home. Afterward, she put the messy diaper aside and began using proper wipes Mrs. Ramirez had set out for her. As she did all this, she cooed at Rafe, promising him he'd be all clean real soon. It didn't have the desired effect, as the boy just shook his head. As Allison wiped she suddenly learned what Mrs. Ramirez meant by the difference between a boy's diaper change and a girl's. Eloise occasionally peed mid-change, but in her case it had never been a projectile. Even though Mrs. Ramirez's warning meant she wasn't in the line of water, Allison still jumped back. The stream shot forward from the teacher's desk and stopped just short of the front row of student's desks. The kids nearest jumped back, desks and all, and the girl who had been closest screamed that it has gotten on her shoes. Allison leaned down and have Rafael a kiss on the forehead. "Don't mind them, sweetheart" Allison whispered conspiratorially. "They're just a bunch of wusses." "Please…" Allison heard a tiny voice say. A tiny male voice. "Please, just make it stop." ---------- Allison lay in bed, pondering that day. It had been early in the school year and, until that moment, Allison had made nothing of the fact that Ramirez kept her Little at school. That scenes such as the one she remembered were common, as the students in her class regularly got to feed, change, and play with Rafael. Until that moment Allison had assumed the Little guy had just been shy. Hearing that plea was the moment it all feel into place. Holding the bear in front of him. The red face even after he'd pooped. The tears even after Allison confirmed there had been no rash. The soft words that worked on Eloise failing. Rafael had been embarrassed. No, it was more than that. He'd been ashamed. And that… that didn't make any sense… Why should a Little be embarrassed of messing himself? That was what Littles did! There was nothing for him to be ashamed of. Then Allison had found herself thinking how it would have felt if it were her. If she had sat in that playpen and pooped herself. If a random teenager had yanked her out of it to change her. If it had been her dirty butt on display for all to see… The very idea mortified her. Yet wasn't that because she was an Amazon? She was a mature woman, whatever her father might say. Littles didn't care. Littles didn't know any better. Or did they? After that, Allison started paying close attention to Rafe. The boy never touched his toys. Never made a sound if he could help it. Anytime he caught Allison or someone else looking his way, he threw his bear in front of him like a shield. He seemed determined to make sure nobody noticed him. If that was so, Rafael was doomed to failure. Putting aside the smell when he soiled himself, Mrs. Ramirez frequently set aside ten or fifteen minutes before the period ended to let the students get their things together to leave and then, if they wished, spend time with her Little. Ramirez did that almost every day, and taught her class almost every period. So several times a day Rafe had people, mostly girls, carrying him around, trying to make him play, and changing him if he needed it. Or sometimes regardless of whether he needed it, since Ramirez was not averse to letting him be used as a practice doll. At first Allison thought that Mrs. Ramirez, like herself, had simply not realized that she was humiliating her Little. That had prompted her to start watching Ramirez more closely during classes. The next time Rafe made a stinky, Allison kept her eyes on her teacher and watched her instead of the Little like everyone else did. What she saw on the woman's face was a look of glee. That was the moment Allison realized that Elizabeth Ramirez was absolutely aware of what she was doing. She knew full well how embarrassed her Little boy was by being the class doll. She reveled in it. That had been the day she has come home crying. She had tried to tell her mother what was wrong, but knew she hadn't gotten the message across very well. Her mother hadn't seen the problem with a parent having her Little be used as a teaching aid in home ec. Eventually Allison had gotten across the fact that she thought Ramirez was doing it on purpose to embarrass Rafael. Her parents had gently explained to her that some adults viewed Littles like toys, or even pets. Things to display or to use to put on a show. Allison's heart had ached for Rafael. He went through that every day and there was nothing she could do other than volunteer to change him and make it quick as she could. One day, as she came into home ec, she saw Mercedes Ramirez complaining to her mother about her math grade. The grade given to her by a Little. "That can not be right," Ramirez told her daughter. "Obviously Catherine Benton does not appreciate the work you put into your classes." Allison watched her teacher as she eyed the playpen beside her, and the Little within. "Perhaps it's finally time she learned just how precarious her position truly is." She was sure Cathy, or Miss Benton as she had been at the time, fully appreciated much work Mercedes did. The issue, from what Allison knew, was that Queen Bee Mercedes didn't put in any work if she could get someone to do it for her. Not that her mother believed any such thing. If the woman put as much concern into caring after her Little as she did spoiling her flesh and blood child… Allison shook her head. Now was not the time for such thoughts. Right now, the important thing was to focus on the Little she could do something for. She didn't know if her mom truly would give Cathy to Ramirez. Not if she had a choice, at least. Even so, the only other options Allison could think of were a Littles' Orphanage or Etiquette School. Neither struck her as much better in the way of alternatives. Allison's thoughts were interrupted by a harsh buzzing. She reached her arm out almost instinctively to hit the snooze button on her alarm. Ordinarily Saturday was a "sleep in" day. Allison's mother had other plans. Today was to be a girls' day out at the mall. The main reason was to get Cathy things of her own so she would not need to share everything with Eloise, followed by a playdate with one of Eloise's daycare friends. Allison's mother had made it clear, however, that this was also to be her next real test as a Little's mommy. ---------- "I'll have my hands full with Eloise," she had told Allison. "It will be on you to make sure Cathy behaves herself and is disciplined if she can not do so." That had sounded simple enough, except Allison's mom had one last bombshell to drop. "By the way, you are forbidden to tell Cathy about anything we've discussed tonight." "What?" Allison had asked on confusion. "Why not?" "Because if she knows the situation she will behave accordingly to avoid the outcome she doesn't want." "Isn't that a good thing?" "If it were just a matter of getting her to accept her life as your baby, yes. However, the point of all this is not for her to behave but for you, Allison, to make her behave. If I have reason to believe you have told her then I will end this whole test in failure and you will be saying your good byes to Cathy before the day is done." "But that's not fa-" Allison began, then stopped herself and took a deep breath. "Mom, Cathy's smart enough to figure things out without my telling her." "Some of it, sure," her mother conceded, "but not all of it. Even if she does, Cathy can only suspect unless you, I, or your father tell her. None of us are going to do that, are we?" Allison was silent for a moment. Then she sighed. "No ma'am." ---------- Allison pulled herself out of bed. As she did, she thought back to the family's talk during dinner last night. She realized only in hindsight that her parents had tricked them. Or, perhaps, they had just tricked Cathy, since Allison's mom had come clean to her soon after. That talk had made it sound like Cathy was all set to be adopted without a hitch. Cathy wouldn't have any reason to think that her status as a member of the family would be in danger. Not immediately, anyway. She might well act up if Allison did something she didn't like, which would put Allison in the position of having to do something about it. As she dressed for the day, Allison realized that the only thing she could do now was meet her parents' demands or fail in the trying. She had to become the best mommy for Cathy she could, whether Cathy herself liked it or not. Her Little girl deserved nothing less.
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  43. Ive had 4 kids and 4 grandkids to date. Some kids wean off real quick and others take a lot longer. Some are still using a top-up bottle at age three because of eating problems I still think the risk of to much iron is very low-chance. It requires a huge number of formula bottles regularly and for long periods of time which I doubt is even possible, nevermind common. Even my baby typically has 1-2 bottles a day max and on holiday may have as many as 10, but then it is back to 1-2/day. What I found interesting was that her demeanour and general health seemed to improve on bottle feeding.
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  44. i'v been wetting my bed all my life been to more doctors put on pills alarms ect and still wet my bed now I don't let it bother me I have a plastic mattress cover wear diapers to bed problem solved
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  45. The old website mentioned that it has a long history of selling adult cloth diapers. But anyways I think I found the address. It's 横浜市港北区綱島西3-28-26 based on the sources below. http://www.kinet.or.jp/kaikodo/sitagi-1-1htm.htm http://www.kinet.or.jp/kaikodo/chumonpege.html http://www.kinet.or.jp/kaikodo/omutu77-3.htm That's all I can find.
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  46. Haha - got me thinking, maybe some of the many bottles I curse in the shower - I call them skittles because thats what happens with them - could be some use!
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  48. Cloth diapers R*O*C*K! love those to bad you were'nt able to enjoy them, but at that age it's understandable. I also don't understand how people suddenly come to the conclusion that something is 'ruined' if it gets pooped on everything is washable, and it's not like it's totally toxic or radioactive or something. If that were the case, then everyone would be tossing out cloth diapers every time they get messy, instead of simply washing them. I doubt that your jumper was "ruined'...I think that was just a guilt ploy by your mom to make you feel bad so that you wouldn't go in your pants again...and mess everything up Parents do this so they don't (hopefully) have to clean up any more messes and get the child to take more care of themselves, and stay clean and dry.... Guilt is a horrible tool that is wielded wrongly, can do a lot of damage...sad people are left with negative memories of childhood events because of parental guilt...
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  49. This is a short story I wrote many years ago. The TENS discussion in Incontinence Desires reminded me of it and I couldn't find it here so I'm reposting. It may have been on Wet Set many years ago. I hope you enjoy it. -------------------------- Maria was feeling a bit ill, maybe here dinner last night did not agree with her. She awoke with a rumbling in her stomach like she hadn't felt since she was a kid and ate too much at the carnival. As she stood to go toward the bathroom, Maria became dizzy and sat back down on the edge of the bed. She knew she was going to be sick and grabbed the small waste basket next to her nightstand, immediately filling it with last nights fish dinner! She steadied herself and made two steps to the bathroom and felt her whole body shudder as if she were going to vomit again. Only this time she expelled the contents of her bowels, followed quickly by her bladder... then she filled the wastebasket again. Maria was too ill to care that she had messed herself from all available major orifices and stumbled to the bathroom. Once at the toilet she was unsure if she should kneel in front of it or sit on it. Just then she felt the rumbling again and dropped her ruined Victoria Secret panties, plopping onto the toilet just as the next wave of mess splattered into the bowl. This was quickly followed by another vomitting spell. After a few minutes of this, Maria was sure that nothing else could possibly be in her stomach or the other end. She tried to clean herself as much as possible and took some aspirin and a glass of water, hoping it would stay down. Once back in bed she felt better and fell asleep as soon as her green eyes slipped shut. This was a false sense of security as she soon was awakened with the rumble in her bowels and no time to get up. Maria messed the bed with a very loose, wet BM and urine. She was too weak to even get up. She was sure she was dying and drifted out of it altogether. Maria came to a few hours later, a horrible smell in her nostrils and an incredible burning in her rectum. Then she remembered she was sleeping in her own mess. She tried to get up but became dizzy and fell to the floor. Her long brown hair was matted with her own vomit and obscured her vision. Through the haze, hair and stench, she managed to find her cellphone and dialed 911. She managed to say, "Help me," in a faint voice before passing out again. The next time she awoke, she was in a hospital, IV's in her arm and monitors all around beeping her vitals. The nurse that came in had a yellow rubber suit on with an air line like some horror movie. What was going on? Maria tried to speak but was unable to make a sound, still too weak to hardly do anything. The nurse noticed Maria's eyes were open and told her, "You are in the hospital, we are doing everything we can. Nod your head if you understand me." Maria did nod her head and rolled her eyes. The nurse understood that to mean 'what is wrong with me' and told her the doctor would be in shortly to talk to her. The doctor entered, wearing the same type suit and told Maria she had what appeared to be flu-like symptoms but that this strain was unknown. The full effects were not yet understood. Others had contracted this same variant in the last week with no common contact. The doctor also told her she would get better in a few days, well enough to speak and would probably make a full recover. Then the nurse gave her something in the IV line and she fell asleep before the nurse finished the push. When Maria woke again, she was able to sit and summoned the nurse. She entered the room without the rubber suit and Maria tried to speak, "Wha.." was all she could manage. "You have been through a lot," the nurse said, "just be still, I'll change your diaper and get you something to drink." Change her DIAPER! Is that what she said? As the nurse pulled the privacy screen and lifted the sheet, Maria saw for the first time her fully diapered crotch. Her eyes got big and the nurse pulled a fresh disposable from the bedside stand. Maria now realized that she was wet, not so much from any feeling but from the obvious state of the used diaper. It was very dirty and smelly, too. The nurse laid her back down, cleaned her completely although Maria was too stunned to pay any attention. The nurse fastened a new diaper to her and said, "There, all clean. Before long we'll have you changing your own," and she turned and left. Changing her OWN! Surely this was some mistake! But then she remembered being sick in her apartment and the mess she'd made. That was because she was sick, right? This was temporary, surely, she thought! Then the doctor entered the room with a forced smile, as if he had to deliver the news she was dying of cancer. "Hello, Maria," he said politely, "you are doing well and could go home as early as tomorrow if you are this well. I've scheduled a meeting with a counselor for later this afternoon. Now, any questions for me?" Maria started with the obvious and progressed through everything imaginable. The doctor told her she had a disease that killed about 10% in the first 24 hours, usually the elderly or weak. He also explained that it appeared out of nowhere 3 months ago in Hong Kong and was spreading in the US and Europe now. The doctor painted a vivid picture of the known symptoms; starts as flu-like illness and progresses through to her current state. He then explained her current state, "You are completely over it... however, everyone that has ever contracted this disease, including you, is totally incontinent. Some are calling it Bowel and Bladder Incontinence Emaciative Syndrome or BABIES." Maria, shocked, asked, "So how long does this last? A week; a month? I have a job and responsibilities!" The doctor held her hand and spoke, "So far it is permanent. The nerves that control the muscles of your rectum and urethra are damaged and the muscle tissue itself was attacked by the virus, which we believe is sexually transmitted. It's like you were never toilet trained." Still shocked, Maria, lifted the sheet and pointed to her diaper, already showing signs of wetness, "I'm going to be in one of these for the rest of my life? What kind of life is that? I'm only 25 years old, for heaven's sake!" "Well," the doctor explained, "You are alive, aren't you thankful of that? You are also probably not a vegetarian. For some reason, they were hit harder, possibly due to protiens in the digestive tract. Many of them experience terribly loose stools. You, on the other hand, have had very normal bowel movements for the last 2 days. They are much more manageable from an incontinence perspective." "What a relief," Maria said sarcastically, "I piss and shit myself but at least it isn't as messy? That's the good news? Isn't there anything that can be done?" The doctor cleared his throat, "Yes, there is but that's why I've scheduled a visit with a counselor for this afternoon. Please be receptive to the idea that you survived the worst and can live a very normal life with few alterations." With that, the doctor turned and left her to ponder her condition. She has contracted BABIES, probably from her boyfriend of the last 2 months. She would have felt sorrier for herself but the nurse entered and indicated she probably need another change. Upon checking, she was surprised to see the entire front of the diaper stained yellow with urine. Upon removal she saw that it was also filled with the 'better' grade of crap as well.
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  50. Like most long term diaper wearers I've had leaks, outside, at work, in the car and at home. when I was first incontinent, I would get undressed to shave and then jump in the shower, after accidently wetting the floor mat a few times I got wise and keep my diaper on while shaving. Mind you this still leaves any other time I'm not protected by a diaper or my shieth and legbag. Another wetting accident is when you pull youre socks off and open the legbag tap, ruined two bedside rugs with that.
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