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  1. 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.
  2. Ann and Joe Chapter 1 Same old plot, different names, slightly different story – I’ll think of something new eventually! I know that some people like this scenario. I do too, so I hope those who like it enjoy it. Joe’s recovery was trying for both him and his wife Ann. Ann was trying to juggle her job as an executive with an international company with caring for Joe, and there was still their large home and grounds to look after. They had a gardener, who now took on Joe’s chores in the garden as well, but Ann had always liked to do her own housework, and continued to do so. It was six months after the accident, and Joe was still struggling. He was whole physically, but he still had motor problems. His coordination was not improving as well as had been hoped. The months in hospital had robbed him of much of his strength, and he still had a lot of trouble with simple tasks. He emotional state continued to be fragile, and his short term memory was not up to complex tasks. He needed reminding often for ordinary things, and would surprise Ann by odd behaviours such as forgetting to put his pants on after his shower bath unless Ann helped him dress, or he would ask silly questions or misinterpret straightforward things. In short, he could be a trial, even for Ann who loved him. Ann had found that she had to institute some rules around the house. She couldn’t trust Joe in the kitchen, for example, so he was banned from there without Ann being present. He no longer drove, of course, and couldn’t use the keypad on the phone, or a keyboard. Ann had been working from home as much as she could, but that practice had been taking a toil on her work, and much as she tried not to, she had begun to resent having to supervise Joe most of the day. Joe was OK settled in front of the screen, watching the material he liked. He wasn’t interested in talking heads, and couldn’t follow complex storylines. He wasn’t interested in current affairs any more, and although Ann had tried to follow the doctors’ directions and push him towards more challenging material just as Joe’s physical therapy was intended to ask increasingly more of him, she felt less guilt as time went on about taking the easy option and letting Joe watch the cartoons and childrens’ programs he preferred. She even lied slightly to the doctors about that, justifying her decisions by reminding herself how irresponsible Joe had been in lying to her about what he was doing at the time of the accident. He had been drunk, and had been on his way to visit his secretary, ostensibly as far as Ann could make out to deliver some work material to the girl. Ann suspected it was more than that, but she hadn’t been able to get the story from Joe and the girl herself had returned to New Zealand and was well out of reach. There wasn’t much point pursuing it, anyway. Things were what they were, and Joe was certainly loving in his way, and Ann found a new kind of fondness for him in caring for him. It wasn’t as though Joe was out of reach in any way, either. There were times when he was his old self, just with some physical problems. But most of the time, he was ‘compromised’ as one of the doctors had said, and quite dependent on Ann. They’d had no children, and sometimes Ann found that his affectionate dependence made her feel maternal in a way. Ann did feel guilty about that. After all, he was 28, and while not an imposing physical specimen, he was not a child, even if he did behave like one at times. Ann looked now at Joe, who was sleeping on the sofa. He often got tired in mid afternoon, and Ann was happy to let him sleep. An afternoon nap reduced the chance of him becoming frustrated and fractious which he did when he was tired. Ann understood how hard it must be for him, and did her best to keep him happy. She smiled at her sleeping husband. He had a favourite pillow, which he tended to clutch close when he slept. He even took it to bed with him now. Ann didn’t mind. They didn’t have sex any more – Joe was effectively impotent now, but he liked cuddling. Apart from his occasional grumpy turns, the only time he was a real handful was when he wet the bed. He hated that happening, and now that it was happening a couple of times a month, Ann had suggested that he slept in the spare bedroom. He was still welcome in her bed for a cuddle in the evening and in the morning when he would wander in and climb into the big bed they had once shared, but for the bulk of the night Ann preferred him in his own bed with the plastic sheet he resented so much beneath him. It saved a lot of washing. Ann had suggested night time protective pants for him, but he had got so cross she dropped the subject. He’d wet twice in the last week, and even with the plastic sheet it still meant washing the bottom sheet and the pyjamas he now wore, as well as his favoured pillow, which had had managed to soak as well on the last occasion. A few days later, Ann was asked to attend to some work that had to be done in the office. Ann had minimized it as much as she could, but she still had to be away from home for two whole days. She was ashamed to admit it, but she was looking forward to the break. She had organized with Joe’s physical therapist someone to come to the house, just to keep an eye on things and make sure Joe was OK. She wondered how Joe would take the news. He could be very insistent that he could cope alone, but the few times Ann had left him alone he had had a few issues. There was the pan boiled dry that had initiated the kitchen ban, and another time he had spilled the lunch she had left for him all over the leather armchair he was sitting in. They weren’t big things, but Ann felt that it was still risky to leave him home all day. ‘I don’t need anyone!’ Joe had said predictably when Ann had broached the subject. Ann had used the phrase ‘sit with you’, innocently enough, but it had got Joe upset. ‘You said a sitter,’ he complained. ‘I don’t need a sitter. I’m a grown man.’ ‘Yes, honey,’ said Ann, ‘But you forget things. You drop things. It’s not your fault, but it’s too risky to leave you here all by yourself for two whole days.’ ‘No!’ said Joe, and set his mouth in a pout. 'All by myself! I'm not a child. You don't have to talk to me like that!' Ann couldn’t help laughing, but she stopped laughing when she saw Joe's lips quivering and his eyes moistening. She realised that such a mundane thing as having someone around to ensure his safety was a big thing to Joe in nis newly dependent state. She hugged Joe, and tried to explain again, to more resistance from him, but she had to put her foot down. ‘Joe, it’s done, honey,’ she said. ‘I’ve arranged for her to come tomorrow and the next day. She has a lot of experience looking after people, and I’m sure you’ll like her. She works with people with problems all the time, and you can just do what you normally do. She’ll be there to help you if you need, just like I am.’ So it was settled, despite Joe sulkily stomping off to the couch and turning on the TV. Peg worked as a nurse at a respite centre for injured adults and children, and she had impressed Ann at an interview at the centre where the therapist had directed Ann. Ann liked the centre too. It seemed a very caring environment, where the patients were accepted with their various issues. Ann decided to keep the place in mind. She hadn’t told Joe, but she was under consideration for a job on the other side of the country for a few weeks. On the strength of what she’d seen at the centre, she had decided to make herself definitely available. She was hoping that if Joe had a good rapport with Peg, it might be possible for him to stay at the centre for a while. Ann decided to have a chat with Peg about it too. Peg was a no-nonsense woman, well built and deliberate in her actions, but clearly patient and with a kind heart. She had asked Ann a lot of questions about Joe’s behavior and his needs, and Ann felt confident that Joe would be in good hands. To be continued.
  3. Miu Nakayama, (played by Robehouse), is a typical eightteen year old fashion sense smart Japanese student who has not yet decided on a career, which is becoming more and more common in Japan recently, though such students are still way outnumbered by others who already have dreams of what they want to do. Though she had no actual idea for a career in mind, she did have big plans about going abroad sometime and studying in Indoneasia, America, Europe, and so on, so believing English to be the language of the world, and loving to study it so much even from junior high school, which is also kind of rare among Japanese students, she had applied to get into an all English University where they teach everything in English and they prepare her to make a career choice that will use her English skills. As much as she loved the idea and aced getting into the school, she was going to graduate in about three months, and the closer to the entry date to her university, the more she worried about understanding her teachers and what was going on there. She talked about her concerns with her dad who then set her up to take English classes from a native American. The native America didn't live far from their house, and for the trial lesson, her dad would just drop her off, and let her attend the class on her own, and then pick her up. After the class, they would discuss whether that class was the right one for her. So it was that Miu Nakayama, had just hung out with her friends all day for it was the middle of the Japanese winter holidays, and she had done some extra studying at home as well, and then it came about time to get ready. "You want to impress the teacher," her father told her. "Wear something nice like you are going to a piano recital or something," he told her. "Don't look too adult-like, or he might misunderstand your English ability and make your class too hard for you. Just try to be yourself, but think about dressing in the way that will let him know he is still working with a child in high school, okay?" She had not been to the bathroom in the last six hours, nor did she feel like she had to go just now.... Mr. Ralph Taylor was an English teacher who had lived in Japan for quite a while. He understood Japanese culture as well as any foreigner could understand it, though his Japanese speaking ability was still limited due to the fact he used English most of the time. His students came to him to learn English, and aside from his teaching, he really didn't have much of a life. He loved teaching, though sometimes, he found himself wanting his own little girl to take care of. He would do almost anything to get a little girl, and unfortunately for Miu, this was strongly on his mind as he prepared for her class. He had not even met her or knew anything about her, but she was eighteen, and that meant, that whatever happened, she was not really a child, and if he could get her to do something of her own free will, it was probable that she wouldn't tell her parents if something got embarrassing for her, and at the sametime, if she did try to say something that could get him introuble, she would also risk getting her own embarrassment found out. He wasn't thinking along the lines of actually hurting her though. He had no intentions of touching in any way you wouldn't touch a child. But, he was thinking of making her more as a child than an adult through conditioning if he could. The first step, though, was to gain her trust, and to make his class exciting for her to learn from. He would make it as childish of a class as she could while simutaneously, making it seem each part had a point, and therefore, she would hopefully not realize how childish the class really was. He would give her sound reasons for each of the activities they did, and if her dad was there, then he would tailor the activities so that the dad wouldn't necessarily see them in action, but would understand the purpose behind them so he would also encourage her to do whatever the teacher said. So, it was, that he waited watching out his second story window for a car that didn't usually come to the parking lot below, for his student who was due to come at 6:30.
  4. Michelle walked as fast as she could to keep up with her three friends. She had been doing the same thing almost everyday for four years. Three blocks to her house from the high school. Morning and afternoon, her short legs had to work hard to keep up to the much taller girls. It was the last day Michelle would have to do this. In September she would be going to University. Her three friends had been with her from the start. Even though they treat her like a little sister, they have all kept her from being bullied. Lucky for Michelle, they are very popular girls and she got to hang out with them. The three girls stopped at the last corner before they went one way and Michelle had to go the other way. Just two houses down was her home. Her friend Tracy bent down and placed her hand on Michelle's shoulder. "I'm going to miss looking after you. Get your mother to call me." she said, then stood and Michelle watched them all walk away. That was strange Michelle thought. Why would she want to talk to her mother. 'Whatever' Michelle thought and started running toward her front door. Michelle opened the large front door. "Hi Mom, I'm home." Michelle's mom, Candy came from the kitchen wearing an apron around her jeans and blue blouse. "Hi honey, how was your last day of high school?" "It was good. I think I did good on my history exam. I'm just glad its over." Michelle said, setting her back pack down at the stairs, leading up. "Thats great. Come into the kitchen. I made some cookies and I have some exciting news." Michelle followed her Mom into the kitchen and sat down. Candy brought over a plate of cookies. Chocolate chip, Michelle's favourite. Candy returned with a glass of milk. Michelle grabbed a cookie and quickly took a bite. "So what's the big news? Oh and Tracy said she wanted you to call her. Why would you call her?" Candy sat down in the chair next to Michelle. "I'm not sure, thank you for telling me. Anyway, I talked to my sisters and they rented a big cottage starting tomorrow for two weeks. You and I are going to leave in the morning." Michelle set her cookie down on the table. "What? No! I don't want to go. I'm suppose to start working at Dad's tomorrow. You know that! I need the money for University." Candy put her hand on Michelle's arm. "I talked to your father. He said, you could start when we get back." Michelle was not happy, not happy about this at all. "I need the money Mom. Toronto is expensive." "I know it is honey. That's why you should be going to the University here. That way you can live here and not have to worry about it." Michelle lived in London. It did have a very good University but she wanted to get out of this house and live on her own. She was eighteen. She loved her Mom and Dad but they could be a little overbearing. Maybe it was because of her small stature and a few other things, but it didn't matter, she just wanted to be out on her own. Candy wanted Michelle to go to University in London and stay living in the house. She was worried about her going off to Toronto all by herself. Tracy was going to Ottawa, there would be no one to look out for her. The little girl might get trampled on in the big city or worst. She would never survive! Candy has been working slowly the past few months on Michelle. With some luck and careful planning, Candy has Michelle wetting her bed again. Not like she did when she finally stopped wetting 4-5 nights a week, but it was happening again, 1-2 nights a week. Three nights this week. Candy had placed the plastic sheet back onto her bed, which had been absent for almost 3 years. She has also mentioned more then a few times that maybe Michelle should start wearing protection again. That of course was quickly turned down by 18 year old Michelle. Candy was hoping that her little girl might have second thoughts about sharing a room, if she was worried about wetting her bed, the more reason to stay home and attend University in London. She had limited Michelle's liquid intake after 7pm the past 3 years, but she slowly started giving Michelle more and more drinks after supper, a tea here a soft drink there. She played a ocean sound track after Michelle was asleep, hoping her small bladder would return to letting lose halfway through the night. Low and behold Michelle did just that. Candy is a little surprised that Michelle hadn't caught on to why she has returned to bedwetting and did nothing other then making sure she used the bathroom before going to bed to try and stop it. Candy was very determined to use the next two weeks to make sure her daughter would have no choice, but to stay home and attend University right there. "But MOOOOM. I don't want to spend the next two weeks with those little kids. I will just end up babysitting, when I could be making money, working at Dad's." Candy shook her head. "Oh honey, Abby and Gail are 15. Sarah is 8. I don't think you will be babysitting. You will have fun with the twins." Candy smiled a little. There was going to be babysitting, but not in the way Michelle figured. Michelle has not seen the twins since Christmas. She is not very fond of them. Never has been. Maybe it was because they were 3 years younger, but looked 6 years older. Both of them were 5'6" and poor Michelle stopped growing when she was 14. Stopping at a whopping 4"10". She has prayed and prayed the last few years a miracle would happen, she would all of a sudden wake up and be 3-4 inches taller. Of course, that never happened. Even Sarah was close to her height and she is only 8. The twins always teased her. At Christmas they pointed out to Michelle, that she did not even need a bra, finding one of her very padded bras in the bathroom. Candy stood from the table. "You should go pack. I will have supper ready in a hour or so." "Mom. Do I really have to go? Can't I stay home and work? Please." Michelle knew she was whining, but she didn't care. She really didn't want to go spend two weeks with her cousins. If the twins ever found out she is peeing in her bed like some toddler, she would never hear the end of it. "Yes Michelle, you're going. Now go pack. I will call you when supper is ready.If you need help packing, just let me know." Michelle sulked all the way from the kitchen to her bedroom. She threw herself on her bed and slammed her fists down beside her. The plastic sheet crinkled loudly, as she threw a little temper tantrum. ------------------------- Knock, Knock. Michelle opened her eyes. It was still dark outside. Candy opened the bedroom door. "Raise and shine honey. We're leaving in a half hour." Michelle closed her eyes and pulled the blanket up over her head. "I don't want to go. Please, can I just stay home?" Michelle felt the cold wetness around her waist. 'Not again. That's four nights in a row'. Candy flipped the light on and walked over to Michelle's bed. She pulled the covers off her daughter. Michelle still wore PJ's to bed. They weren't the most mature looking PJ's either. Two piece, all pink with a picture of Barbie on the front. She was surely not going to pack them to take to the cabin, so she put them on for the night. "Yes you are going. Now stop whining. Get up, you need to take a shower. You've wet the bed AGAIN." Candy said, as she smiled down at her daughter, who looked more like a second grader then a girl that was suppose to start University in a few months. Knowing she wasn't going to win. "Okay, Okay, I will get up." Michelle looked down at her soaking wet bottoms. She really wanted to cry, but she held it together. Why had she returned to wetting her bed? Three years staying dry and then out of now where, it starts again. Michelle swung her legs out of the bed and stood beside her Mother. Looking up, she wondered why she was so short when both her Mother and Father were so tall. How could that be? Michelle jumped a little when she felt a light smack on her bottom. "Hey!" Michelle cried out not expecting it. "Oh stop it. I hardly touched you. If you don't get moving, I will do it a little harder. Go get out of those wet things. I will strip your bed AGAIN and put everything in the wash." Michelle made her way into the bathroom. She stripped her wet PJ's off and turned the shower on. She was upset about having to go and very upset she had once again, wet her bed. She had even tried convincing her Dad last night about staying home, but that didn't work. Her father would have nothing to do with it. All that happened was her mother getting her a tea and they ended up watching a few TV shows. She hardly got a sentence out and she was quickly dismissed. Michelle didn't think she had been in the shower that long when she heard something and turned, her mother was standing outside the shower. "Mom. What are you doing?" "I brought some clothes in here for you to wear. Hurry up and get out of the there. I want to miss the morning traffic." Candy picked up Michelle's wet things and left. It's not like her mom hadn't seen her naked before, but it seemed to Michelle she has no privacy. She was always coming into the bathroom and picking up her clothes. A few times Michelle had been using the toilet when she entered. No knock, just walked right in. Michelle got out of the shower and dried off. Hanging the towel up she looked at the clothes her mother had brought into the bathroom. A pair of pink panties with stars on them, jean shorts and a pink t-shirt. They looked like they belong to a much younger person but that was nothing new. Michelle had packed all of the most mature looking clothes she owned. She hadn't thought about leaving something out to wear for the trip to the cottage. Michelle got dressed, looked in the mirror and wasn't real happy at the way she looked. She put her wet hair into a ponytail. Michelle decided to skip the makeup that she almost always puts on, trying to make herself look older and headed downstairs. She would change as soon as she got to the cottage. Candy was waiting by the front door. "We'll stop for breakfast later on. All ready then?" "I guess." Michelle said with very little enthusiasm. Michelle followed her mother out to the SUV. Candy opened the back door and waited for Michelle to step up. Michelle had been fighting for years it seemed, to be able to ride in the front. Ever since she got out of her booster seat, believe it or not, the day before she started high school, she had fought and fought, but neither her mother or father would give in. She was too small. Too short. The air bag could really hurt her if something were to happen. Michelle had heard it all. She finally gave up her fight and just sat in the back. Just one of many reasons she needed to go to Toronto. Another reason, the plastic backed soaker pad that has been on her seat now for months. The one she had to sit on, anytime she rode in the truck. Michelle sat on the pad, making it crinkle, she reached up for her seat belt, her mother stopped her, "Did you use the bathroom?" This was the thing Michelle hated most. Her mother asking her if she used or needed to use the bathroom. Her Mom doesn't seem to care who is around either. She asks around her friends or her mother's friends. Michelle rolled her eyes and in a mocking tone, lIke she has done many times in the past, she replied, "Yes Mommy. I used the potty like a big girl." Candy made a sour face. "Really Michelle? You don't want to start do you? It's not like it was all that long ago I had to change your wet pants on the side of the road. And by the way, it would have been great if you had of used the potty last night like a big girl, instead of wetting your bed for the fourth time in a row." Michelle put her head down. Very bad timing on her part. Her face turned a little red. Dumb, dumb, dumb. She could see the plastic covered pad between her legs. What her mother had just said, stung bad, but it was her own fault. "Thats what I thought. Get back in the house and use the potty, as you like to call it." Candy took a hold of Michelle's hand. "I went Mom. I'm fine. I'm 18 you know, not 5." "You didn't seem like a 18 year old a couple months ago, did you? For that matter, not even a 1/2 hour ago. Do I need to take you or are you going by yourself?" Michelle let go of the seatbelt and stepped down from the truck. "Fine. You need to stop treating me like a child. I'm going to University you know!" Candy grabbed Michelle's shoulder before she could walk away. "How about when you stop acting like a child, I will stop treating you like one." Michelle pulled her body away from her mother's hand. "I don't act like a child." then ran towards the front door. Michelle pushed the handle on the front door, it was locked. She turned and her mother was right behind her. Candy slid the key in, unlocking the door. Michelle opened it, went into the downstairs bathroom, even though, she didn't need too. Michelle sat on the toilet but noting came out. 'What a waste of time' she said to herself. She pulled her pink underwear and shorts up, she didn't bother to flush since she hadn't done anything and opened the bathroom door, walking right into her mother. "I didn't hear the toilet flush." "That's because I didn't have to go. I told you that." "Did you even try?" "Mom, Stop it. For Christ sake, I know when I need to use the bathroom." As quick as Michelle got out that sentence, Candy was just as quick to turn her around and give her a very hard swat on her backside. "You will not talk to me like that. I'm not doing laundry every day at the cottage young lady, so let's try this again." Candy marched Michelle back into the bathroom. She took a hold of Michelle's shorts, undid them and yanked them down along with her underwear. Candy placed her hands under Michelle's arms, lifted her a little and sat her on the toilet. Michelle was just about to start screaming at her mother but she held back. This treatment had been going on for way too many months. Ever since she peed her pants on the way home from a Taylor Swift concert. Michelle had put off using the bathroom leaving the concert. She didn't want to hold her mother's hand, standing in line to use the bathroom, like she had too, twice that night. Standing in a line having your mother hold your hand like you're a 5 year old wasn't the greatest feeling. Looking around at the others, she was not the only one, but she could tell most of the others had not recached double digits yet. So when an accident happened on the highway and traffic came to a stand still, it wasn't long after, she had her own accident. It was like her mother knew she was going to pee her pants that night. Candy had a bag that had a change of clothes and a travel pack of baby wipes in it. So there, on the side of the road with cars slowly, very slowly going by, Candy stripped Michelle naked, cleaned her with baby wipes and re-dressed her. It's been since that night, her mother and father have made her sit on the plastic pad when ever she rode in the truck. It's been since then, that her mother has been treating like this. The shock from the hard spank she received or just fear its self, somehow made some pee come out. A few seconds from getting sat on the toilet seat, Michelle began to pee. It wasn't much, but it was most likely the worst thing that she could have done. "Didn't need to go? You know when you need to go? I see that lying is all you know. Maybe I should go get a pull-up for you to wear for the trip." Candy said, standing over Michelle. Michelle's head hung low. "I don't need those anymore." Candy was overwhelmed with joy. Things couldn't have started out any better then they have. Waking up wet and now this. Once the two weeks were over, Michelle would never think about wanting to go to Toronto again. She may never think about going anywhere by herself for a long time. "You could have used one last night. That's for sure. Wait, you could have used one the past four nights." Michelle kept her mouth shut as her Mom let her clean herself and pull up her underwear and shorts. Candy let Michelle wash her hands first. Once Candy washed hers, she took Michelle by the hand and they walked back outside. It was a very quite ride. Michelle watched a movie on a screen that was on the back of the passenger side seat. Frozen, the only movie that was in the truck. It's not that she didn't like the movie, but she has seen it a hundred times. A half hour stop for breakfast, which included Candy taking her to the bathroom hand in hand, like she was a toddler just learning how to use the toilet. Four hours later they arrived at a very remote cottage. Before Candy turned the truck off, she turned and faced Michelle. "I hope your behaviour is better these next two weeks then it was this morning. I will not hesitate to pull your pants down and spank your bare bottom right in front of your Aunts and cousins. Do you understand?" Michelle was surprised at her mothers words. It was like her mother just snapped. She couldn't remember the last time her mother spoke to her like that. Michelle just stared at her. "Do you understand?" her mother said loudly. "Yes." Michelle said, then rolled her eyes, after her mother turned back around of course. Candy shut the truck off and got out. She walked around and opened Michelle's door. With the child locks on, Michelle always had to wait. Even on a rainy day, when her mother drove her to school, she had to wait for her mother to open the door. Michelle stepped down and her mother took her hand. Michelle tried to pull her hand away, but failed. Hand in hand they walked around the truck. Candy opened the back, that's when Michelle's eyes went wide. "Where is my bag?" Michelle screamed. There was only one suitcase in the back of the truck and it wasn't Michelle's. Candy looked down at her daughter. "You didn't put your bag in the truck, before we left?" "No, I thought you did." Michelle heard voices. Standing beside the truck were five people and all of them taller then herself. Michelle looked at them, Aunt Margret, Aunt Kim, Abby, Gail and Sarah. Even Sarah looked a little taller. What the hell? How did that happen? Aunt Kim was the first to speak. "Welcome. So glad you gals came. The cottage is awesome." "Mom, we have to go back home." Michelle said, still holding on to her mother's hand. More concerned that she had no clothes then how it looked that she was getting her hand held by her mother. Candy recached in the truck and pulled out her suitcase. "We aren't driving three and half hours back home because you're not mature enough to bring your own suitcase." "What's the problem?" Kim stepping up and asking. Candy shook her head. "Well, it seems Michelle didn't put her suitcase in the truck. So all she has are the clothes she is wearing." Candy knew Michelle had not put her suitcase in. Both Kim and Margret knew they would be showing up, one suitcase short. Candy had outlined her plan weeks ago. Candy's sisters were fully on board. Kim stepped forward and took Michelle's free hand. In a tone more suited for a pre-schooler, "Oh honey, it's okay. I'm sure we have some clothes that will fit you. Come, let's go see what we have." Michelle heard the twins giggle, but was not going to look at them. Candy let go of her hand and Aunt Kim started walking with Michelle. Sarah ran up beside. "Hi Michelle, I'm glad you came." Michelle was in no mood to talk. She was so mad with her mother for not putting her suitcase in the truck. She always put it in. They have gone away many, many times before and her suitcase is always there. Keeping the in the same sing song voice, "Aren't you going to say Hi to Sarah." Kim said. Michelle was pissed. She got out a very short, "Hi." Everyone made there way into the large cottage. The open concept greeted Michelle and Candy. The whole bottom floor was open. You could see the kitchen, dining room and family room from the front door. A set of stairs right in front of them led to the second floor. They all left there sandals at the door and Kim took Michelle into were the TV was located. Michelle had tried a few times to get her hand out of Kim's, but Kim just gripped tighter every time she tried. Margret and Candy made there way towards the kitchen. The other three girls headed up the stairs. Michelle looked around. She looked through the huge window and could see a lake. A very pretty blue lake, that didn't have a ripple in it. "Believe it or not the water is warm for this time of year." Kim said. Candy came back over to Michelle and Kim. "The bathroom is over there." pointing in the direction of the kitchen. "It's been a long ride. I think you better go use it." Michelle quickly looked around. The only ones in the room were her mother and two Aunts. Michelle looked up at her mother. "I'm fine, god, would you stop already." Candy stepped a little closer. "Are we going to go through this again?" Michelle heard foot steps. Abby and Gail came down the stairs dressed in bikinis. Michelle couldn't believe what she was seeing. The twins looked like they were 20. They both were carrying towels and walked right up to Michelle, towering over her. "We're going swimming. We have our own private beach. The waters great. You coming?" Abby asked. Michelle was fixated on Abby's breasts as she spoke. How the hell did she get those. "Uhmmm." Michelle stammered. "I..I don't have a suit." She felt like a little kid standing beside Abby and Gail and she knew she looked like one. Aunt Kim spoke up. "I'm sure we can find you something Michelle. Let's go upstairs. You can use the bathroom up there, which is the bathroom you will be using anyway. I will see what I can find." "Okay. We will wait for you." Abby said grinning away. Michelle turned her head quickly and looked up at Aunt Kim. "I don't need to use the bathroom." Kim never let go of Michelle's hand. She started walking towards the stairs with Michelle in tow. In a loud, strict tone, Candy said, "I think you had better use the bathroom Michelle. Please just take her Kim." Michelle's head went down as soon as her mother finished. She never looked up. They walked up the stairs. Sarah ran right past them on her way down, almost running into Michelle. Michelle heard her mother as they approached the top of the stairs. "I swear, its like having a child in potty training again." Then all Michelle heard was laughter as they approached a door that Kim opened.
  5. This is my first ever story on the forum, but criticism is welcome if you have any advice. I haven't really proof read it either but I'm hoping it will be alright. Let me know if you want to see more. Chapter 1 Emily plunged her head onto her desk. She was sick of it. At 17 years old she was approaching her final exams before she finished school for the summer, a stressful time for anyone - but even more so for Emily. From a young age Emily had always had such high expectations for herself in school, never settling for anything less than the top score achievable. Even when she was in her first year in her very first school she would beat herself up if she got anything under 100%. Unlike most children, Emily's parents never once had to force Emily to revise for a test or do her homework; in fact they often found themselves forcing her to take a break and to stop stressing. Her parents were understanding parents that were often concerned about the pressure she put on herself to perform well, but they could also be very strict, not liking Emily going out and drinking underage, or talking back to them. Despite her parents concerns about her working herself too hard, Emily still felt that if she were to ever do badly in school that they would be silently disappointed in her, and she knew that although they were often told her to relax about it, they too did expect the best from her. Although school work was extremely important to Emily she still allowed time to go out with her friends and have fun. As a matter of fact she was actually quite popular at school, mainly because of her good looks and friendly nature. But during exam season she would rarely meet up with anyone, sometimes going out with her friends but pretty much restraining herself to just her home. Her friends loved her and understood how seriously she took her grades but always wished that she would chill out about it a little, knowing she was smart enough to get A's without pushing herself so hard. Hearing a knock at her door, Emily’s head shot up from the desk and she quickly turned to answer. “Come in!” Emily shouted. Her mother appeared through the door, worried to see her daughter still up. “Emily, it’s almost midnight! You’re not still working are you?” “I’m just doing some maths Mum, I just can’t understand the last unit and it’s really getting to me.” Seeing her mother’s concerned expression Emily knew what was coming. “Emily! I know it’s study leave and you don’t have school now but your first exam isn’t for another few weeks! Get to bed and give yourself some rest darling.” “Ok Mum I will, just if I can’t grasp this last unit then I’m screwed.” Emily sighed. Seeing her daughter’s frustrated state Emily’s mother decided to leave her be to get some rest. “We’ve spoken about this Emily. You must stop being so harsh on yourself! You’ll get it eventually just stop worrying. Goodnight love.” “Goodnight Mum” Emily appreciated her Mum trying to help. Her dad had been away on business for his company for the past few weeks and he wouldn’t be back until her exams were over, so her mum was the only one there to support her; and also to make sure she didn’t work herself to death. After another 20 minutes of trying and failing to crack her maths unit, Emily clambered into the bathroom feeling defeated. She brushed her teeth and headed back to her bedroom. On her way there she began to feel a strong headache pounding in the back of her head. She often suffered from headaches from the stress she caused herself during studying, and it always got worse during exam season. Realising that she had been revising for so long that she’d had little to drink, she headed downstairs to grab a glass of water and a painkiller for her headache. Back in her room, Emily thirstily downed her glass of water and swallowed the headache tablet along with it. Yawning, she undressed down to her underwear, taking off her bra and leaving her just in her panties. She then put on a baggy t-shirt which went right down to almost her knees. Laying in bed staring at the ceiling, Emily felt exhausted. These next exams were the biggest of her life so far, and that was really starting to dawning on her. Feeling more stressed than ever and with a banging headache, Emily was eventually able to drift off to sleep. Chapter 2 Emily groggily opened her eyes. She may push herself to work hard but she was still a teenager, and certainly struggled with getting up in the morning. After glancing to her bedside clock and seeing how late she had woken up she decided to attempt to get up. Rolling onto her back, as soon as she moved to sit up and reach for her phone, her lower half felt cold. Emily would often sweat in her sleep but this felt different. Confused, she placed her hand onto her stomach - it was wet. Quickly she pulled off her duvet and to her horror the sheets that she was sat on were soaking wet. She couldn’t believe it. Her panties were drenched and the damage had even reached the front of her t-shirt right up to her bellybutton. Sat in her own accident, Emily froze with thoughts buzzing around her head. ‘Why has this happened to me? I can’t have wet the bed, I can’t even remember the last time I wet the bed! There’s no way Mum can know about this!’ She sat in utter disbelief for a good few minutes before she finally decided she was going to have to do something about the mess. The smell of her accident was beginning to become unpleasant. First of all she just wanted to get herself clean. She stripped herself of her wet clothes and hid them underneath her bed, then put on her nightgown. Emily stared at the yellow stained sheets for a second and began to feel embarrassed. She covered her sheets with the duvet then, grabbing some fresh clothes, Emily began to make her way to the shower. In the shower, thoughts raced around Emily’s mind. Was it because of the glass of water she had before bed? Surely not… she quite often would have a drink before bed but this has never happened before. Emily had never been a bedwetter, and was actually keeping the bed dry from a young age. She’d always been mature for her age, and her parents had been very vigilant when it came to toilet training; which is why it shocked her even more so that this had happened. The stress of having to deal with this freak occurrence along with her studying was really starting to build up. Fighting back the tears, Emily washed herself down, got out of the shower and got herself dressed. After getting herself clean Emily was feeling much better, she was sure that the accident was a one off and wouldn’t occur again. It was probably something to do with the headache she’d had and staying up late, she thought. Having reassured herself about the situation and calmed down, she knew it was still inevitable that she was going to have to put her wet sheets and clothes in the wash at some point. Her duvet was a little damp too but taking that would be too much of a handful, and her mum would probably notice it missing from the bed if she did. Emily cursed herself for not doing her own laundry - if her mum didn’t still do it for her then it’d be far easier to wash them without her asking questions. Emily decided the sooner she gets it out of the way, the better. Stripping the sheet off her mattress, she took a deep breath and then grabbed her clothes from underneath the bed. Having her mum find out about her little mishap would be incredibly embarrassing to Emily, especially since it was just a one off occurrence. With the damp sheet under her arm and her clothes in her other hand, Emily dashed down the stairs and into the laundry room. She hastily got down onto her knees and opened the washing machine. She was just about to bundle them in then suddenly - “Morning Emily, you’re up later than usual today? It’s almost 1pm.” Emily froze. “Yeah” She paused for a second. “I overslept.” She kept her back to her mum, hoping cover up what she was doing. Her mother then looked directly at the sheet Emily was just about to shove into the machine. “Why are you washing your bedsheet? I changed your sheets a couple days ago.” Emily’s mother asked quizzically. “Oh… I uhh…” Emily struggled for words. “I just spilt some juice on it last night. I’m sorry.” Emily replied, instantly realising what a poor attempt of an excuse that was. She had always been a bad liar and her mother could see right through her. She glanced to the wet clothes in Emily’s other hand. “Emily… don’t lie to me,” Emily could see her mother put on her serious face. “Why are your clothes wet?” Emily quickly saw that all hope was lost, her mum wasn’t stupid, and there was now no escape. “I...I don’t know what happened.” Emily whimpered and quickly broke into tears. Her mother quickly understood what had happened. “Oh Emily come here” Her mother knelt down next to Emily and comforted her, pulling her into a hug. “Is this the first time this has happened dear? Please be honest with me Emily.” “Yes! This is the first time I swear” Emily sniffled, “I… I don’t know why it happened…” Emily’s Mum continued to gently comfort her, rubbing her back. She was confused as to why her 17 year old daughter who has never had any troubles with bedwetting would suddenly start again. “Oh Emily... I’m sure it was a one time thing. There’s exams coming up and you’re stressed out. There’s no need to worry about it. Don’t be so hard on yourself darling.” “I know mum... “ Emily wiped the tears from her cheeks, “It won’t happen again I’m sure of it” “Ok sweetheart I believe you. Let me handle the sheets, you should go grab something for breakfast, you haven’t eaten yet.” “Ok Mum, thank you” Emily whispered, grateful for her mother’s support. Chapter 3 Sitting at the table, Emily attempted to eat her cereal. She was ashamed that her mother had caught her in the act of trying to clean her sheets, but in a strange way kind of glad that she didn’t have to try and hide it from her. ‘She caught me stuffing my wet sheets into the laundry… just like an 8 year old would’ Emily thought. ‘Oh well, I’ve got to get studying and just forget about it’. For the rest of the day Emily did a bit of light studying over English and Science, perhaps her two best subjects, but found it hard to focus with what was on her mind - the accident. She was pretty tired out over today’s events and after struggling to focus decided it was best to not study too hard and mainly just relax. Spending the day chilling out was a nice break and Emily felt far better after a well deserved break. The day passed pretty quickly and it soon got to dinner time. Emily’s mum had cooked up mac n’ cheese, Emily’s favourite, to try and cheer her up. Dinner was as usual and after Emily had finished helping clear away, she turned to head up the stairs. “Emily!” Her mother called her just before she could run off, “Just... make sure to go to the toilet before bed tonight, ok?” Emily was shocked that her mum had just reminded her to go to the toilet before bed, just like she would’ve done when she was a child. Did her Mum not trust her after one stupid mishap? “What the fuck Mum? I thought we both agreed this was a one off thing, you don’t need to remind me to use the toilet like a little kid?” Emily spat back in an aggressive tone. “Listen here young lady, don’t you dare speak to me like that. I’m only reminding you to make sure you don’t have to go before bed because your mattress is damaged after last night. I just don’t want to have to spend hundreds of pounds on a new mattress alright?” Emily noticed her Mum’s strict expression and knew she had crossed the line. “Ok jeez I’m sorry… it’s just embarrassing ok.” She meekly replied. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be condescending to you, I just want to make sure the mattress doesn’t get damaged beyond repair. But don’t you dare curse at me again. Goodnight.” Emily’s mother sternly replied. Emily blushed red, embarrassed. She didn’t respond but just ran upstairs to her room. She had a caring mother but one that could certainly fall into the strict parent category. When Emily was younger her mother had always been very strict on the rules of the house, especially talking back. Emily remembered being punished many times for such stupid reasons. Luckily she wanted to work hard and do well in school, and rarely messed around or did anything rebellious, so it’d been awhile since her mum had had to tell her off like that. Her mother did not tolerate swearing and certainly not in an aggressive tone like Emily had just performed. After laying on her phone for the best part of an hour, Emily finally decided it was time to get some rest. She got into her pajama bottoms as it was a bit colder than last night, and put on a t-shirt. Whilst brushing her teeth she thought again about what her mum had said to her. Did she really need to remind Emily to use the toilet before bed like a little girl? The last time she did that was when she was barely out of nappies. ‘I guess it’s fair enough that she doesn’t want me to damage the mattress but that was ridiculous’ Emily thought. There was no way she needed to be reminded. She stared at the toilet from across the bathroom. She didn’t feel like she needed to go… so why would she? The way her mother had reminded her had patronised her so much that it actually made her want to not use the toilet, just to show her mum that she didn’t need to empty her bladder before bed to keep dry at night. Pausing for a second Emily then turned off the light and walked back to her bedroom, filled with the confidence that she didn’t need to be reminded like a child to use the toilet before going to sleep. ‘I mean even if I had of needed the toilet, I don’t have to go before bed to stay dry.’ She convinced herself as she climbed into bed and turned off her light. Chapter 4 In the middle of the night, Emily stirred. In her half asleep state the last thing she remembered was dreaming deeply about something. Suddenly, something didn’t feel quite right. There was a growing warmth between her legs... immediately she understood what was happening. To her absolute dismay she realised that as she woke up she was already wetting the bed - and she couldn’t stop herself. She lay there, unable to stop her bladder from emptying the last drops it had left. She was distraught; and completely drenched. All of a sudden, Emily didn’t know what came over her but she started to cry. She felt so helpless, so immature and pathetic. What’s worse is the fact she woke up whilst doing it; she had to lay there and wait for herself to finish wetting the bed. Her bottom and legs felt warm and wet, which was horribly uncomfortable. She pictured herself, laying there crying helplessly in a puddle of her own accident - this only made her cry more. Looking across to the clock it was 1am, and still dark. Emily knew she couldn’t go back to sleep like this as it was far too uncomfortable and would soon get cold, but at the same time was afraid of getting up and wakening her mum to find her like this; she certainly wouldn’t be happy about the mattress. Standing up, she tried to be as quiet as possible and stripped off her wet pajamas and top. She had wet far more this time and her bed was completely drowned. Turning on her bedside light she could even see the sheets stained slightly yellow, which made her cringe. Emily stood naked in the middle of her room, she had taken off her wet clothes but her skin was still damp from her accident and she felt disgusting - she had to get clean, but having a shower at this hour would surely wake up her mother, was it worth the risk? Unsure of what to do, Emily wiped the tears from her eyes. Eventually she decided she would wipe herself down in the bathroom instead of showering. She wouldn’t be completely clean, but at least her mother wouldn’t get woken up to find out she’d had another accident. Emily’s lower region and legs were still damp from her accident, and so instead of putting on any clean clothes and ruining them too, she simply walked to the bathroom in the nude. Once in the bathroom, Emily began to wipe around her butt and the inside of her legs. She felt so infantile, sat on the cold tiled floor, naked and wiping her own pee off her body. But really at this point she was too tired to care. Looking over to the toilet she cursed herself for trying to defy what her mother had said rather than just using the toilet like the big girl she should’ve been. Standing up, she put the soggy toilet paper in the toilet and flushed. Walking over to the cupboard, she grabbed a spare towel which she would put over her wet spot on the bed for the rest of the night, as she was too exhausted to deal with her sheets right now. ‘Hopefully Mum will go out tomorrow and I can put them in the wash then’ she thought. Walking back to her room,she was suddenly taken aback when her mother’s bedroom door opened. “Emily… what are you doing walking around like that?” Her mother questioned, hastily shielding her eyes from seeing her daughter’s exposed body. “Oh my God, Mum, what are you doing up?” Emily quickly covered herself with the towel, holding it in front of her. Her mother saw the towel and put the pieces together. “It hasn’t happened again has it Emily? Please don’t tell me it has…” Her mother said with a tense look on her face. “I’m...I’m sorry Mum... I didn’t mean to I really didn’t!” Emily cried. “It’s ok, it’s ok. Don’t panic about it. You stay here and I’ll bring you a change of clothes and sort out your sheets.” Her mother replied in a caring manner. “Mum, you don’t have to, I’ll deal with it pleas-” “No, you’ve had enough stress, just wait here and everything will be fine.” Emily’s mum replied in an authoritative tone. A few minutes later Emily’s mother had returned with some clean clothes and informed her she had sorted out the sheets. Emily put on the clothes right there, not caring if her mum saw her bare body, the wet bed was embarrassing enough that she couldn’t care less about her naked state. “Emily, be honest with me, did you use the toilet before bed?” “Yes obviously…” Emily replied in an unconvincing tone . “Hmmm ok.” Her mother could see Emily was lying, but also knew that she was probably already upset enough right now so chose not to argue with her. “Well I want you to try again now so we don’t have repeat of this in the morning.” “Mum I don’t need to go to the toi-” “Emily. Don’t argue with me. I want you to go back in there and try again, or the mattress really will be ruined.” At this point Emily was pissed off. She was pissed off at herself for repeatedly embarrassing herself, and she was even more pissed off at her mother for treating her like such a child. “Mum I’m fucking 17 years old, I would know if I needed to use the fucking toilet and I don’t! Stop treating me like a baby!” Emily snapped. Instantly the look on her mother’s face let Emily know that she’d messed up. “How DARE you talk to me like that. How DARE you!” Emily’s mother swiftly moved behind her and slapped her across the bottom and sternly pointed to the bathroom. ”You are going into that bathroom and sitting on the toilet whether you like it or not! So I don’t have to clean up another mess tomorrow morning!” Her mother finished. Emily instantly began weeping. She couldn’t believe the fact her mother had smacked her bottom like she used to when she was naughty. Yes she had snapped, and yes she had disrespected her, but she couldn’t believe she had just been spanked like a little child. It was all too much. She ran into the bathroom crying and sat herself on the toilet. To her surprise, having thought she didn’t need to go, she began peeing. This made her even more upset. ‘What’s happening to me?’ She whimpered. Upon leaving the toilet, her mother had gone back to bed, and so Emily dragged herself back to her room in shame. She placed the towel underneath her butt and tried to get back to sleep. Chapter 5 Light beamed upon a sleepy Emily’s eyelids; her eyes flickered for a second until she was awoken by the sun’s dazzling rays. She opened her eyes slowly to see her Mum had opened her curtains to wake her up. “Morning Emily, how are you feeling?” Her mother asked gently. “I’m ok...tired I guess.” Emily asked, still struggling to wake up. Emily’s mother paused for a second before sitting on the bed beside her. “Emily...are you wet?” Emily promptly blushed. She discreetly shuffled her legs a little to make sure she was dry. “No, I’m dry.” She replied shyly. “Oh that’s good!” Her mother replied in the way a parent might speak to a 5 year old struggling with bedwetting. Emily was embarrassed at the way her mum had spoken to her, but secretly she was glad too that she hadn’t wet twice in one night. “I was thinking maybe we should take you to see a doctor Emily? I know it’s embarrassing to talk about, but they might be able to help you - or at least tell you why this is happening? It’s only happened twice I know, but I’m concerned. It’s not normal for a girl your age to start wetting the bed again and I think it’d be very mature of you to go and see somebody about this.” Emily’s mother looked at her anxiously, waiting for her daughter’s reaction. “You’re probably right Mum.” Emily replied bravely. “Oh well done darling. I know this must be hard on you especially with your exams coming up, but it’s the grown up thing to do. Good girl.” Her mother smiled at her. Emily knew her mum was right, but still felt nervous about it. “It’ll be so embarrassing though!” “I know sweetheart but if you don’t get help then this might just continue, and I’m sure that’d be more embarrassing! I’ll get on the phone to the doctor later.” With that, Emily’s mother gave her a hug and then left. Emily appreciated her mother trying to help and was glad she was being supportive of her. She knew seeing a doctor would be the best thing to do. At the same time, Emily couldn’t help but feel like her mother was treating her more like a child since her accidents. After having her bottom smacked last night, which she still couldn’t believe, and the way her mother had spoken to her this morning saying how ‘grown up’ she was being, she felt very little. Emily figured at least praising her for being a ‘good girl’ was better than getting her butt spanked whilst being told off. However she decided if her mother was to speak to her like a child again she wouldn’t stand for it. She was 17, a young adult, capable, mature. Her mother may have punished her in the past but she was too old for that now and she wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. Chapter 6 Emily got up and had a shower, as she still wasn’t properly clean from last night’s events. She spent most of the day revising downstairs, still avoiding the maths unit she was unable to master. The day went by fairly quickly and she tried her hardest to avoid thinking about going to bed that night. She began to worry that maybe her accidents weren’t a random occurrence - it’d happened twice now so it wasn’t just a one time thing. Eventually Emily was able to convince herself that if she went to the toilet before bed like her mum had told her, she should be fine and the whole thing would be forgotten about. At the dinner table later, things were as normal between Emily and her mother. Emily spoke about the work she’d been doing today and how she was feeling confident for her first exam. Soon though Emily knew what was going to come into conversation. “So I spoke to the doctor today,” Emily’s mum instantly changed her tone to a more gentle manner. “Unfortunately he has a very busy schedule and we’re going to have to wait a few days until he’s free to see you; but he did give me some advice to help you.” Emily instantly felt uncomfortable to be talking about her issue again. She was certain it was going to go away as long as she went to the bathroom before bed. “What did he say?” Emily questioned. “Well he said that until he can see you it’s best that we do something to prevent any further damage to your bedding.” Her mother said trying to sound optimistic. “What do you mean?” Emily asked worryingly. “Well I went to the shops today and picked up a few things which should help.” Her mother explained tentatively. “He suggested that we get something to protect the bed, so I’ve bought you a plastic sheet for the mattress. I know it’s embarrassing Emily, but it’s to protect the mattress from being completely ruined. I hope you can be mature about this and agree with me it’s the right thing to do?” She looked hopefully at her daughter. Again Emily felt ashamed to even be having this conversation but she knew the main reason her mother had been angry at her was for soaking the mattress. “Yeah… I guess it’s the right thing to do…” Emily shrugged. “but I honestly think this is all just going to pass in a couple days Mum, there’s nothing to be worried about.” “Well done Emily,” Her mother praised her. “I know it might pass in a couple days, but until it does we have to do something about it.” Emily didn’t like the thought of having a plastic sheet on her bed just like a bedwetting little girl, but she knew it’d be better than ruining the mattress. She stood up from the table and began to clear away her plate, not wanting to stay in this awkward situation for any longer. “Emily,” Her mother beckoned her back before she could leave the table. “Please sit down I’m not done talking yet.” Emily sat, not happy to be held there any longer than she had to be. Her mother continued. “The doctor also suggested that you try wearing some” Her mum paused, searching for the right word. “...overnight protection.” Emily’s heart sank. “I know it’s horrible to have to do but surely you’d prefer to wake up feeling dry rather than soaked? It’s not going to be forever Emily, just until we can sort this out. It’d be the really grown up thing for you to do.” She awaited anxiously for a response. Emily didn’t know how to respond. Stunned at her mother’s proposition she took a minute to check this wasn’t just some horrible nightmare. She knew there was no way that she was going to wear nappies again at 17 years old. She was way past that stage and she definitely wasn’t going back. “Mum there is absolutely no way in hell that I’m wearing a nappy. I’ve only had two accidents and you’re already trying have me wear a… a nappy? This is ridiculous, I’ve agreed to the plastic sheet but I’m not agreeing to this.” Emily responded, on the verge of tears. “Emily, please listen to me. I know you’re upset but you have to understand this is the sensible thing to do. And anyway, they aren’t nappies, they’re pull up pants like underwear. They’re far more discreet and are more like your knickers than a nappy. I know you might not want to but you haven’t been the one who’s had to clean your wet, smelly pajamas the past two nights! I’m afraid you don’t have a choice; I want to see you wearing one tonight so I don’t have to do anymore cleaning up.” Her mother shot her an unrelenting look that said ‘don’t you dare argue back at me’. From the look her mother had shot at her, Emily knew she had lost. She didn’t say a word just ran up to her bedroom and shoved her face into her pillow. Sniffling, she didn’t have many more tears left to cry over the past few days events, but when she then heard the crinkle of the plastic sheet on her bed, she couldn’t hold back. The thought of having to wear a nappy, or whatever her mum wanted to call it, to bed was the ultimate embarrassment for her. Chapter 7 A few hours had passed and Emily had eventually calmed down and accepted her fate. She knew it wouldn’t be long before her mum knocked on the door to see that she put on her pull up before bed. Finally came what she was dreading to hear, the knock at the door. “What?” She shouted at the door, clearly still in a strop about her current predicament. Her mother stepped into the room, holding a large pink package in her hands. ‘That must be them’ Emily thought, her stomach now feeling uneasy. “Emily, I want you to go and put one of these on now please. It’s getting late and I’m sure you’re tired after the last couple days, you should get some rest.” Her mother’s tone had certainly become a lot more sympathetic; she knew that this must be really hard for Emily, but she had to enforce the new rule to make sure Emily complied. She placed the pink package on the end of Emily’s bed. “Look Mum, I’ll wear the stupid things if you really want me to, but can you at least trust me to put it on without you having to ask me? I’m 17, I don’t need you to make sure I put it on.” Emily’s tone was fairly bitter but she daren’t get another smack across her bottom so she made sure to watch her language. “Ok darling, I’m sorry. Good girl for going along with this, I’m proud of you.” Emily started to question whether her mum even realised how patronising she sounded when she called her a ‘good girl’, but chose to ignore it instead of creating yet another scene. She went to her draw to grab a pair of pajama bottoms, then realised they were in the wash from last night. Emily really didn’t want to have her pull up on show to everyone but didn’t have much of a choice. Instead she pulled out the baggiest t-shirt she could find, then went to the bathroom with the pack of pull ups under her arm. She couldn’t believe this was happening. After brushing her teeth, Emily sat on the toilet to make 100% sure she didn’t have any pee left in her. She was fairly certain she didn’t need to go but thought best to take her mother’s advice this time around. Having sat there for a good minute, she was confident she didn’t need to go. She went to pull her panties back up, and then realised she might as well leave them off for what was about to come. Emily stared at the pack in her hands. It had a picture of a girl who looked far younger than her age on it, and the designs on the front of the pull up looked incredibly babyish, featuring pink flowers, love hearts and butterflies. She read the front of the pack. ‘Drynites pajama pants. For Girls 8-15. Protection where girls need it most.’ Why were the designs so childish? She shivered with embarrassment after reading the pack; questioning had her mum gotten her size 8-15. Although she hadn’t felt like it the past few days, she was 17 - surely these would be too small for her? On closer inspection after reading the smallprint of the pack, Emily realised they should actually fit her fine. This only made her more embarrassed. Emily had always been a small girl for her age, at 17 she was only 5”2 and was certain she had stopped growing. Realising that stalling time by reading the pack wasn’t going to stop her from eventually having to put one on, she tore open the pack. Swallowing her pride, Emily grabbed a pull up from the pack and began to unfold it. It was a lot thicker than she had expected. ‘More like my knickers than a nappy? Yeah right…’ She thought to herself, thinking about what her mum had said to her. Finally she had unfolded the pull up, and now only had to step into it. Emily stripped off her tanktop she had been wearing and accepted that this was happening. Now naked, she lifted her leg and put it through leg hole of the Drynite, followed by next leg. She slid it up slowly until it reached her crotch, then had to wiggle her bottom slightly to bring it right up to around her waist. The whole time she couldn’t help but imagine what her friends would think if they saw her like this right now. A popular, straight A student, back to wearing a pull up. She rubbed her hand against the front of the Drynite, which bulged out quite a bit. It was big and puffy, but also very tight around her waist, and inner thighs. ‘I guess that’s so it doesn’t leak’ Emily wondered. As she moved her legs, she noticed how restricted her thighs were from now touching each other. It felt bulky between her legs, forcing her to stand with her feet slightly wider apart. As she went to pick up her t-shirt, she caught herself in the mirror. Emily immediately felt incredibly babyish. There she saw a young woman looking back at her with reasonably sized breasts and a grown up expression, but also wearing a Drynite pull up. Half woman, half baby, she thought. Emily finally picked up her t-shirt and put it on. Thankfully it just about covered her Drynite from the front, but when she looked over her shoulder and into the mirror, she noticed you could just about see the bottom of her pull up poking out from the back. If she bent over, she would bear all. At this point, she was just grateful that only her mother would be able to see this - no one else. Exhausted, defeated and ready for a night’s sleep, Emily returned to her bedroom. To her shock her mother was there waiting for her. “Mum why aren’t you in bed?” Emily asked now embarrassed, knowing that underneath her t-shirt she was now wearing her bedtime pull up. “I’m sorry Emily... I just wanted to have a final check to see if they fit ok. I wouldn’t want them to be too big and leak, or be too small and not fit alright.” Emily stood there in disbelief. Did her mother not hear what she had said before about trusting her to deal with this on her own? She was old enough to see if it fitted properly and felt insulted at her mother’s constant refusal to trust her with the issue. “Mum for goodness sake, I’ve told you I can deal with it! Please just let me handle this on my own.” Having her mother check her pull up seemed so condescending to Emily, it would be the ultimate slap in the face to her. This was all Emily could muster, she couldn’t be bothered to argue, she just wanted to go to sleep. “Emily. Please don’t do this now. If you’re not going to be a big girl and let me check your pull up fits then I’m just going to have to do it without your permission.” Emily’s mother had had enough of her constant defiance today and wanted to go to bed. She understood that Emily wanted the trust and responsibility of dealing with this on her own; but realistically Emily had been so upset by all this she didn’t trust Emily to cope with this by herself. To her understanding, she was just trying to help her daughter - but Emily didn’t see it this way. She was tired and fed up with arguing with Emily and so took matters into her own hands. Fed up with Emily’s constant refusal to everything she proposed, she knelt down next to Emily and went to lift her shirt. “Mum seriously fuck off now” Emily said, shaking with mixed emotions of anger and embarrassment. Emily’s mother instantly reacted, lifting the back of Emily’s shirt and smacking her padded behind. Emily whimpered in shock, utterly ashamed of the situation she found herself in. “If you want to act like a 3 year old then you’ll get treated like one! Now don’t you dare talk back to me again or it won’t just be one smack to your bottom next time young lady! I know you’re having a hard time but you can’t disrespect me like that and not expect consequences!” Emily’s mother roared at her. Emily was frozen on the spot, there was nothing she could do. Her mother quickly raced her fingers around the leg holes of the Drynite, poking and prodding at certain areas to make sure they were the right fit. “These seem to fit ok. I was worried they might be too big. Now if you need the toilet in the night you can just pull them down, but make sure they’re back on properly when you pull them back up.” Emily’s mother patted the seat of her pull up, then stood up. “Also, if you do have an accident in the night, don’t be afraid to come and see me if you need help with anything. I’m very disappointed in your behaviour recently Emily, I thought I had raised you better than this. Goodnight.” Her mother left the room, leaving Emily feeling more infantile than she had done since she can remember. Emily didn’t even know what to think anymore. How on earth could her mother suddenly start treating her like she was a toddler again? ‘She threatened me with a fucking spanking… I’m 17 years old for fucks sake’. Now at rock bottom, Emily got into bed. She found it hard to get to sleep trying to process all that had happened today, and also trying to get used to the padding between her legs. After a lot of tossing and turning, she slept. Chapter 8 Emily woke up. Straight away she put her hands down to her sides to feel her bedding. It was dry! It felt like a stupid thing for a 17 year old to be celebrating, but Emily was instantaneously happy. She sat up, thinking about going and telling her mum that she’d told her all along this would be over soon. As she positioned herself upwards, as quickly as she had felt happy, she felt despair. Her Drynite didn’t feel like it had the night before. She reached down to grab the front of her pull up. Puffy and cold. To her dismay, her bed may have been dry but she was definitely not. Emily sighed. This wasn’t just a one time thing, this wasn’t just a two time thing, this was a thing. It was the start of the day and Emily had already given up. She stood up from her bed and felt her Drynite squidge and slosh between her legs as she tried to walk. It felt nasty to know that she was now in a garment that was encasing her accident against her. At the same time, she appreciated how much better it felt than waking up in a wet bed. Although this wasn’t the most pleasant feeling, it was certainly a lot cleaner than a soaking, smelly bed. Emily inspected her bed, running her hand over the rustling of the plastic sheet. It was bone dry. She then inspected her t-shirt, which in the previous nights had ended up wet too. It was bone dry. Emily smiled slightly, it was such a stupid thing to be wearing, but she was glad she had listened to her mum. She was right, it was far better than a wet bed. Emily wasn’t happy that she had now confirmed herself as a bedwetter, but she was at least happy with the result of the pull up. It sounded stupid, but it made her feel more confident about the whole situation. It had served her well, but now felt clammy and cold. She wanted to take it off but didn’t know where she’d put it if she did. After the first good night's sleep she’d had in awhile, she felt happier this morning and kept thinking about what had happened with her mother last night. She felt her mother had acted unreasonably by threatening her with a spanking like a 3 year old, and was still upset about this; but she realised that really the whole time her mum had just wanted to save her from leaking onto the bed, which wouldn’t have been good for anyone. She regretted her behaviour and decided that from now on she should just do as her mum says, as it usually seems to be right, even if it was embarrassing. Emily determined that she would apologise to her today, and also ask her what to do with this now soggy pull up she found herself in. Emily walked through to see her mother eating breakfast at the table. Her mother looked up at her, confused to see Emily still dressed in last night’s attire. She was surprised to see that Emily appeared less ashamed about what she was wearing. “Morning Mum, I just wanted to apologise for how I acted last night and also the night before that too. I know that you just want the best for me and from now on I’ll try not to act like such a little brat.” Emily felt much better after letting this out. “Wow, I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” Emily’s mother smiled, “I’m very proud of you for saying that Emily. I’m glad you’ve realised the way you were acting was inappropriate.” Emily smiled and sat down at the table, forgetting about her wet Drynite. As she sat down, her pull up expanded. It was being pushed to its absolute limits. A tiny dribble of pee escaped from her bottom and onto the chair. Emily felt this on this inside of her thigh and immediately panicked. Was it going to blow? She quickly stood up from the chair and assessed the damage. A tiny puddle of a pee sat on top of the wooden chair and a few drips were racing down Emily’s legs. Right away Emily felt her confidence begin to deteriorate. “Emily! Why haven’t you taken that thing off yet?” Her mother questioned her. She made her way over to Emily and examined the Drynite. Emily felt ashamed but knew that if she tried to argue with her mother it would only end badly again. After being threatened with a spanking, whether her mum was serious about it or not, she knew where her place was. If it was anything like she remembered her mother’s spankings to be, then it would not be fun. “Oh Emily, you’ve really put these to the test haven’t you.” She said whilst checking her 17 year old daughter’s Drynite. “I don’t think these are going to be absorbent enough. You might fit into a 8-15 year old pull up, but you’re bladder is certainly a 17 year old’s.” Her mother said whilst standing up. ‘Great’ Emily thought, ‘So I might have the body of an 8-15 year old but my accidents are bigger.’ “Why hadn’t you taken that off before you came down here Emily?” Her mother asked. “I’m sorry Mum I was going to ask you where I should put it, but I didn’t know what to do with it. I’m sorry.” Emily felt herself feeling more and more immature than she already did. She couldn’t even handle her own wet pull up without making a mess; maybe her mum was right, she did need her help. “It’s ok sweetheart come here, I’m just proud of you for wearing your pull ups last night.” Emily’s mother pulled her into a tight embrace. Emily was unhappy that her mother had given up calling them ‘overnight protection’ but what was the point. She felt completely helpless and needed her mummy right now. Mummy? What was she thinking. Mum she forcibly corrected herself. “How about when you have a wet pull up, just give it to me and I’ll deal with it. I don’t want you feeling like you have to stress over anything more than you should right now. You have exams coming up and you should be focusing on them. Let me worry about your Drynites ok?” At that moment Emily felt so relieved to have her mother helping her. She may have been angry at her the past couple days, but now she had never felt more grateful to have someone helping her with her problem. “Ok… thanks Mum.” Emily said shyly into her mother’s shoulder. “Do you need any help cleaning yourself up?” Emily thought for a second, she appreciated the support but wasn’t quite sure about her mum helping her clean up in that way. “Thanks Mum but I think I’ll be ok.” Emily sniffed. “Ok darling, just give me your pull up when you’re done. I’m going to go shopping today and try and find you something more suitable for your accidents. I’m sorry for not getting you something absorbent enough. This is my fault.” Emily’s mother really saw the helplessness in her eyes. Emily really just needed a mum right now. In a way, she found it kind of nice that her daughter needed her like this. Emily had always been so independent and self motivated that she rarely needed to be the mother figure; she enjoyed being able to be a mum again. Chapter 9 Emily found herself in the shower, wiping herself down for the third day in a row. She was torn between being upset about her sudden phase of wetting the bed again, but somehow also strangely comforted. The feeling of comfort was from her mother. Emily hadn’t really felt loved by her mother for a long time until now; she was always doing so well in everything that her mum never needed to help her with much. But this was different - now that she had a problem, her mother was able to help her and, for once, look after Emily. Emily realised that at first she had been upset with her mum really for just trying to help; and because Emily rarely needed help, she felt insulted - like it was undermining her independence. After having worn her Drynite last night and having woken up far more confident and feeling good, Emily decided to just let her mother do what she thought was best. No more defying her. Plus she was secretly really enjoying the attention she was getting, something that was rare from her mum. Emily got out of the shower feeling better than she had in a long time, even before her accidents occurred. She got dressed into some black leggings and a blue tanktop, then went to give her not-so-dry nite to her mother. She giggled, finding it funny how it was called a Drynite, when really it just ends up wet. Her mother disposed of the pull up and shortly after left to go do the shopping for the week; and also for Emily. It was nice to have a mother who worked from, home and Emily enjoyed having her around in times like this; it was just a shame her dad was the exact opposite. Feeling like she could take on the world, Emily decided to give the dreaded maths unit another try. She worked for a good couple hours at her desk trying to get through it all, but thought it was best to not try and do too much at once. Instead, she spent the next half of the day waiting for her mum to come home. She was surprisingly curious to see what her mother would bring home for her. The pull ups had made her feel confident but the mishap that she’d had this morning wasn’t fun, so she hoped what her mum would bring her this time would be more suitable. After what felt like hours, Emily’s mum returned home. She cooked dinner for the two of them and they enjoyed a really nice conversation over their meals. It seemed that any previous spite between them had vanished. Emily went up to bed, strikingly nervous for her mum to come and bring her whatever new ‘overnight protection’ she had to wear. She felt embarrassed to be needing extra protection, the Drynites hadn’t lasted very long. She just hoped she could feel as confident as she did this morning - until the leak that is. Around 30 minutes later, Emily’s mother appeared. “Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” “Good thanks Mum, I got loads done of that tricky maths unit today!” Emily beamed. “Well done! I’m proud of you for not giving up on it.” Her mother beamed back. Emily could see the pack her mother carried in her hand, it looked a lot bigger than the package of Drynites before. She also seemed to be holding some other things, bottles of something similar? “Well Emily I got you something I’m pretty certain should do the job,” Her mum explained, “There should definitely not be any leakage this time around. I’m sorry for causing you that embarrassment.” “It’s fine Mum, I’m sure the same won’t happen again. What are they?” Emily asked, finally feeling more comfortable to talk about the subject, feeling only slightly awkward about it now. “Well, I’m afraid they’re not exactly like pull ups,” Emily had expected this, “They’re more like an adult nappy. They have tapes on the sides and they’re a bit bigger, but they should definitely fit snugly and prevent any leaks. They can absorb much more.” Emily knew that the next step up from her pull ups was going to be nappies, this was inevitable after her pull ups had failed her. Although it was arguably more embarrassing, Emily actually felt more secure about this. If they wouldn’t leak then she had nothing to worry about. “Ok Mum, thanks, I’ll go try one on and you can check the fit.” Emily said, standing up, eager to get it over and done with. “Well Emily, that’s what I’m worried about” Her mother went on, “You’ve never put on a nappy before have you? Not on anyone else, and certainly not on yourself. I think I need to show you how to put it on, then you’ll know how to do it yourself in the future.” Emily thought for a minute. She knew that her mum was probably right, she had been about everything else so far, but this was a little too weird. She knew she would feel far too comfortable. “Yeahhhh, I don’t know about that Mum. I think I’d rather try mysel-” “Emily,” Her mother interrupted. “Would you rather that you do it and then we get another leak in the morning? I’m not letting you try this yourself and we have another mess to clear up. I want to help you sweetheart, you’ve been under so much stress recently. Let me deal with it..” Emily’s mother knew Emily would have no idea how to put the nappy on herself, and it would only end in tears in the morning. She suddenly found herself forgetting that her daughter was 17 years of age, it certainly hadn’t seemed like it recently. For a brief moment Emily considered contesting, but really it was a choice between spanking or having herself nappied by her mother. She thought for a second, and realised she really had no idea how to put a nappy on herself. Again her mother was right, but again, it meant suffering further embarrassment. Before Emily could even respond, she found herself being gently laid back on her bed. She realised her mother wasn’t giving her a choice. She couldn’t believe what was about to happen but knew she had to get on with it. What would her friends think if they saw her like this? Emily’s mother smoothly slid off her daughter’s leggings, then reached for her panties. She didn’t feel completely comfortable doing this to her 17 year old daughter, but she had to enforce the rules. She pulled off the panties with ease and Emily lay with her legs flat, in complete silence. Emily’s mother asked Emily to raise her butt off the bed, then placed the outstretched nappy underneath Emily’s bottom. Emily felt this underneath her and almost felt relieved - she didn’t want to be nude in front of her mother for any longer than she had to. Next her mother grabbed the bottle that Emily had seen her carrying, on closer inspection she could see it was baby powder. With surprising strength, Emily’s mother grabbed both of her ankles in one hand, and with the other began sprinkling baby powder over Emily’s cute, round bottom. “This is another thing that I forgot,” Her mother spoke calmly, “Lucky I remembered otherwise you might have gotten a little rash down there.” Emily was too embarrassed to respond to this, keeping quiet and waiting for it all to be over. Next her mother asked her to spread her legs so she could finish the powdering and finish up the job. “So do you want me to teach you how to do this?” Emily’s mother asked to make sure Emily was paying attention. Emily knew that she needed to learn to do this herself to save her the embarrassment of this happening again, but she just simply couldn’t bring herself to look down at what her mother was doing. She preferred to just try and ignore it. “Hmm? Ok I’ll have to show you another time, you’re probably too tired now anyway. It’s quite late.” Emily instantly regretted not just manning up and looking down to her crotch to see what to do, but it was far too embarrassing and she almost felt paralysed. She felt the front of the nappy being pulled up against her front, then the sides tightened around her waist. “Well done Emily, I’m so glad you’re willing to try what’s best for you.” Emily’s mother sat her up and gave her a big hug. She had felt her motherly instincts kick in for the first time in awhile and it felt great. Emily still remained silent. It had been horribly awkward, but she felt loved. She felt really loved. “If you need to go in the night, you can’t just pull these down like pull ups, so come and see me if you need help. Or if you just need a change. Goodnight love.” Emily sat on her bed feeling closer with her mother than she had in a long time, and it felt great. She hadn’t even fully realised the extreme thickness of the nappy she now found herself in. Getting up to go fetch some pajama trousers from her draw, she found herself waddling rather than walking. Compared to her new nappy, her old Drynites really did seem like knickers to her now. As she pulled her clean pajama bottoms over the bulk of her nappy, she quickly noticed how obvious it was that she had a padded rear hidden underneath. The waistband of her nappy rode just over her belly button; meaning that you could see the waistband even above her pajamas. They were huge. The huge bubble at the back of her pajamas clearly added to her already obvious nappied state. She felt like such a baby. The new nappies were so thick around her, she felt encased by them. At first Emily had been so embarrassed by her bedwetting, she now felt more secure than ever; she trusted that her nappy would keep her dry tonight and that made her feel confident when getting into bed. Although Emily felt like such a baby, she didn’t seem to mind.
  6. Looking for anyone interested in an rp with a baby girl and Daddy, with either a theme of mental regression or forced babying. Also, I prefer roleplyers who are willing to add detail and type more then three lines at the most. pm or message me if interested, or just reply to this thread.
  7. roleplay

    So... First off HI! I'm Asriel... although my friends call me Azzy, I'm a newborn to DD, and I like to RP, so I thought it might be fun to RP something like this. Anyone can join There are two roles to be played A baby, toddler, little girl, sissy, little boy, etc. or you could be one of the "Staff" which are the nurse, mommy, daddy, nanny, etc. If you start as a baby, etc. you are part of an "Adoption Centre" for ABs If you start as a "Staff" member you are going to the "Adoption Centre" To adopt one of the ABs Now babies, If you get adopted, you choose to go with the "staff" to their homes or stay in the adoption centre one last thing, if you play staff and have a partner/friend from another RP (If he/she is willing to participate) you can force them to become a baby by letting them in the Adoption centre, where a nurse will "take care of them" which means, they will be retrained to being and acting like a baby So anyway, you're free to join if you want, and as I said, I'm still a newborn in this site and don't know if this has been done before.
  8. First story I've literally ever done. Diapers have not came into it yet but it is on the next chapter. If you guys think this stories any good I'll post it☺️ Chapter 1. Mollys POV When I was 22 years old, I still remember the day my life changed forever. I was walking home from college and it was in the middle of winter so it got dark really early. It was only about 4pm and it was pitch black. I was walking and wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings because I was trying to find my keys in my handbag, when suddenly I felt a cold damp cloth go over my face and a hand behind my head. I squealed for a second before I looked up and saw a shadow of a man. I slowly felt myself go limp as he slowly eased me to the ground while still holding my head carefully. I tried to take one last look at the man, before I fell into a deep sleep.. I don't know how long I've been out for, but when I wake up I have a splitting headache. Before I even open my eyes I hear really loud screeching of crying. I open my eyes and I quickly close them again. There's a massive bright shiny light all over the room which causes me to sneeze. I open my eyes again and my curiosity turns into pure fear. I look around and I see I'm in a large, clear, plastic looking box with blankets all over me. I look around and the crying are people! People who are in the same plastic bed I am in! The room is filled with us. There are at least 30-40 of us in here. Everything looks much larger than normal. The more I look at these plastic boxes.. they look more like the plastic cots you put a new born baby in! Weird. Where are we? I look up some again and straight in front of me is a large glass window with people on the the other side of it. I blink twice and I think my mouth pops open. The people on the other side look incredibly tall! It's not just the height though, but the way they are built. They are like giants! My fear grows as I see all the giants smiling widely and staring at each of us, some are even pointing. As I keep looking up at them in disbelief, I catch the eye of one of the giants. A man. He is one of the tallest there. He has dark hair and very handsome. He kinda looks like Tom Welling. He is smiling down at me so much that his cheeks must hurt. He has tears in his eyes and a few run down. When I keep looking at him he clutches his chest at wipes his tear with a tissue and is smiling wider. An excited man comes behind him and pats him on the back a few times and shakes him. He looks like he's saying 'congratulations' and both at them just watch me. I put my heavy head back down. Who are they? Where am I?.. Jonathan's POV I walk up to the adoption building with a heavy heart and let out a big sigh. "This is it" I say under my breath. "Hey, You okay?" Michael puts an confronting arm over me. Michael is my older brother, and he is here to give me moral support. "Yeah I'm fine. It's just.. it's finally here. This moment" Michael laughs puts his arm round my shoulder and gives it a little shake. "Your right, it's here... your baby's here. And he or she waiting on you" he says joyfully. My smiles widens. I've never been this happy. At the age of 35 I'm finally going to be a parent. After my wife died I've never been interested in finding a new lover. However I've always dreamed of being a father. It took me 3 years after my wife's passing to finally register with the adoption agency. And after that it's took me 2 and a half years till now to be standing here. Waiting to pick up my child. I walk up to the building with Michael and head to the register desk. We are detected to room EH32. Where we are in a waiting room with a few other family's. Michael and I sit down and they room is deathly quit for some reason. Any body who spoke to the person next to them would be like they were speaking to the whole room. I sat there fidgeting with my fingers. I just wanted to get up and see baby. I keen forward and rest my face in my hands. A woman across from us smiled at me and I politely smiled back. "First child?" She said sweetly. "Yes. First one" I say. She smiles and puts her hand in her husbands hand "this one is our 3rd. We are getting a little boy. Do do know what your having?" Everybody in the room is pretending not to be listening, but it's hard not to hear the conversation. "No, I wanted it to be a surprise. All I know is the baby's earth age is early 20s" I say kinda quietly. "That's so sweet! And such a good earth age. Ours is nearly 40 bless him" she squeezes her husbands hand and he kisses her on the lips. Both clearly really excited to be picking up there new baby. "We both wish you both a life time of happiness with your new born" she smiles. Me and Michael instantly look at each other and back at the woman. "No no no!.. we're not together! He's my brother!" Michael says practically jumping off his seat. The whole rooms starts to laugh and the woman now embarrassed, covers her mouth with her hands. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I smile but roll my eyes. "Don't worry, to be honest I can see why you'd think that" I do at nervous laugh at the end. "So, I've he's your brother, where's your wife?" The woman is starting to annoy me now. "She died".. I say matter of factly. The room stops looking at us and tries to look somewhere other than me. The woman looks down but still keeps talking. "I'm sorry. So who else will be looking after the baby?" I'm about to say something rude when a nurse walks in and calls out my name. "Mr Jonathan Jones? Would you like to meet your little girl?" All my blood falls from my face and I can feel my heart thudding in my chest. A girl? I have a baby girl.. The nurse just stands there patently and smiles. Michael pats my back again "congratulations daddy" he says joyfully. The nurse steps aside and keeps the door open for me as she lets me walk out the room. As I do I look down at the nosy woman "and since you are so keen to know, I'm going to be a single parent." The woman looks down and her husband is giving her a disapproval look. "I'll stay here bro, you go meet her" Michael says. I walk out and follow the nurse down the hall, it feel like a mile long. She suddenly slows down and I'm shown to a large window. On the other side are all these babies in there cribs. All of them are crying or sleeping. "Which one is she?" I ask the nurse. I points with her finger the direction I should be looking in. "Second row, 4th one along" .. I see her. She's still asleep. I see my daughter. I start crying. Probably harder than the babies. But there tears of joy. I'm so happy. I can't stop staring at her. She's so tiny. My baby girl. As I stand I see her stirring in her little crib. I stand to attention and just watch her. She opens her eyes and sneezes. It's the cutest thing I ever seen. I even hear some of the other new parents around me say "awe" or "aw that baby just sneezed, so cute" my girls not crying, if anything she very curious. She looking around her. She looks scared. I'd do anything to go in there right now and hold her. She then looks up and sees all the people in the glass window. She is definitely a curious little girl. She then sees me. My heart clenches and I feel tears in my eye. Hello my angle, I think. She's beautiful. She's perfect. I then feel a strong hand on my neck and a pat on my back. "You okay daddy!?" Michael laughs. I laugh too. "Yeah I'm fine, great" I smile. "So which one is she?" I point to her " second row, third one along, the only one that's not crying" I say proudly "wow! Great start I say!" He laughs with me. "Yup! And now it's just time to get her home
  9. I've been away for a while. Here's another story, in my usual vein. I'll try very hard to finish this one. I hope anyone who reads it likes it. Uma and Robin Chapter 1 Robin sat quietly in the car as Uma drove them homewards through the rain. He was thinking about reality. How it changed. Why it changed. Tears began to form in Robin’s brown eyes, and he glanced across at Uma before trying to wipe his eyes without her noticing. Uma looked steadily ahead, piloting her bulky SUV along the dark, wet road. Robin turned away and stared out of the window at the passing houses. He thought how neat and tidy and prosperous they looked. He thought how happy the husbands and wives in them probably were. The husbands providing for their wives, and… the tears began to rise again, and Robin wiped his shirt sleeve across his brow. ‘Are you OK, Robin?’ asked Uma, looking quickly at him before returning her gaze to the rainswept road. ‘Yep,’ replied Robin, not looking at her. ‘Really?’ asked Uma. ‘I know it’s a big change, but it’s the best option.’ ‘I know. Can we have some music?’ Robin said. ‘You don’t have to talk about it, but you can if you want,’ said Uma kindly. ‘If you feel like it. I want to help you as much as I can.’ ‘I know,’ said Robin. He felt his voice quavering, and felt that he was on the verge of crying. He stared out the window even more earnestly. The tears were welling up now, and he didn’t want to face Uma. His wife put her hand on Robin’s thigh. ‘I’m here,’ she said softly. ‘I’m here, baby.’ Robin thought of the last few days, of the doctors and the rest of them, and all the papers Uma had signed. He hadn’t signed anything. He'd listened while the doctors explained what was happening and why, but it wasn't until Uma told him, sitting in the park opposite the last doctor's rooms they visited, that he really understood. He trusted Uma. They stopped at the last traffic lights before home. Robin watched a shiny BMW pull into the driveway of a neat, prosperous-looking house, and saw a man in a suit get out to be greeted by his wife at the door. The man had a briefcase like Uma’s. The wife had a child in her arms, and put him down before kissing the man before they all went into the house. Robin swallowed and wiped his arm across his face again. Everyone’s trying to help you, Robin,’ said Uma as the lights turned green and she drove off again. Robin thought the sound of the tyres on the road sounded sad. This was reality now, thought Robin as Uma pulled into their drive. He got out of the car and waited while Uma went ahead and unlocked the front door. She put her briefcase on the chair by the door and turned to Robin. ‘It’s been a big day, honey,’ she said. ‘Why don’t you go and have a warm shower and get changed. I’ll make a hot drink and we can sit and watch a movie, OK? I don’t have to work tonight. I’m all yours, Robin. OK?’ ‘OK,’ Robin replied. His mind was buzzing, but he didn’t feel like talking. He returned Uma’s kiss and turned to go to the bedroom. He hoped she didn’t taste the tears that he knew had been running down his cheeks. Standing in the shower, Robin was thinking. There wasn’t much point in going over things yet again, he knew. There wasn’t much he could change now. He wondered what would change from now on, without him even doing anything. He began to breathe hard, as he did when things ‘got to him’. At least the tablets would help. He felt guilty about looking forward to them, but it was better than this, he thought. The bathroom door opened and Uma walked in with Robin’s tracksuit over her arm. She smiled at her naked husband in the glass shower enclosure and put the tracksuit and a pair of underpants on the chair near the handbasin then took a thick towel off the heated towel rail. ‘I’ve made hot chocolate,’ she said, handing Robin the towel as he emerged from the shower. Robin was pleased to see her. Maybe things weren’t so bad after all, he thought as he dried himself and pulled on his white underpants. Uma handed him his tracksuit pants and he slid those on too. Later, snuggled against Uma on the sofa, Robin smiled as Uma stroked his hair. Robin had washed down his tablets with the delicious hot chocolate, and lay quietly against his wife’s body for a few minutes. He loved the feeling of well-being, and knew it wasn’t all due to the tablets. ‘It’s going to be OK, isn’t it, Uma?’ he asked, looking up into her steady blue eyes. Uma’s response was to lean down and kiss him on the forehead. Robin smiled and closed his eyes. The movie they were watching had a pleasant soundtrack, and Robin wasn’t really paying much attention to the action, and soon dropped off to sleep. Uma gently extracted herself and left Robin sleeping while she took the empty cups to the kitchen. She picked up her briefcase and took it to the study, where she opened it and carefully filed the various papers inside. She looked at the last one, the important on, and felt oddly excited about the future. Robin’s overwhelming anxiety had been building for a while, and the events of the last few months had been climactic for them both. At least now his problems had been diagnosed, proper medication provided and a secure arrangement for the future reached. It was all do-able, she thought. More than do-able in fact. It was necessary, and best for both of them. Order under the Guardianship Act, Uma read. How strange, she thought as she remembered what the lawyer and the psychiatrists had explained to her. She was now legally, as well as practically, Robin’s ‘provider’. The lawyer had summed up the six pages of clauses very succinctly. ‘He’s legally a minor, now,’ she had said, ‘and your responsibility,’ handing Uma the guardianship papers and the required two psychiatric reports. And that was that. Robin’s near mental collapse was not all that rare, and nor was the solution. Robin was very gainfully employed, and her income over the least 12 months had been almost three times Robin’s earnings. If she went full time, she thought, the loss of Robin’s income would make no difference. Not that she could go full time, of course. Working from home as a consultant, and as Robin’s carer, effectively, they would get by very well. They had plenty of money in the bank – or she did, she reminded herself, thinking of the provisions of the guardianship arrangements – and selling Robin’s freehold car had injected a useful lump of cash into that balance. The medical insurance took care of those bills, and the future looked sound, she decided, especially with Robin so much more stable now. Once Uma had gone through the process of winding up Robin’s employment, she had spent a day in the study, putting all of Robin’s business papers into filing boxes that were now in the loft in the garage. Everything that needed to be done had been done. Robin was now free of the various entanglements of ‘adulthood’, Uma thought before mentally rephrasing her thought. ‘Minor’ was a legal term, not a physical description, thought the lawyer’s words stuck in her head. The woman from the Guardianship Board had talked about ‘dignity’ and the possibility of review in the future. ‘But we’ll cross that bridge when you come to it,’ she had said. Uma sat at her desk for a while, thinking about reality and changes just as Robin had in the car. At the thought of reality, Uma thought of Robin. She stood up and ran her hand over her breasts for a moment. She thought of Robin’s caress. He was no Lothario in bed, so not a lot would change there. He had other qualities, of kindness, and they had shared interests in so many things. Physical sex just didn’t happen to be high on that list. Robin loved cuddling, but prowess as a stud wasn’t his strongest point. Uma usually initiated proceedings, and robin didn’t exactly have a lot of stamina. He would come quickly, his small penis deflating rapidly but he was an expert cuddler and would snuggle for hours after one of their irregular intimacies. Uma didn’t really mind. She was something of an expert in her own way, and often experienced her orgasm well after Robin, usually while he was suckling her breasts. She wondered if that were normal, but didn’t really care. She knew he masturbated occasionally, and wondered what he thought about. Uma was fond of pleasuring her self too, and even had a full sized – she corrected herself again, out of consideration for Robin – a bought item, a vibrator, that she kept in the back of her underwear drawer. She didn’t like keeping secrets from Robin, but he didn’t have any idea about it. Uma let her fingers wander to the tight crotch of her slacks, then took a breath and stood up to see how Robin was doing. Uma found him sleeping peacefully on the sofa. She sat on the edge of the cushion and watched him for a while. He wasn’t a large man, and actually weighed less than Uma. She was two inches taller too. Most of the women on her Scandinavian side were tall, and she suspected that she was stronger, too. Certainly when he had been to her gym with her, he had looked as though he were straining when he tried out one of the weight machines set the way she liked it. Uma kissed her sleeping husband and helped him up. He half woke, and was dozy and biddable as Uma led him to the bedroom. She felt for him, with what had happened over the last few days, and she knew the tablets made him sleepy anyway. She had put him to bed before, and now she helped him undress for bed. His underpants and the crotch of his track pants were damp, but that wasn’t unusual. Robin was a heavy sleeper, and with the medication, he often had that problem. Uma put the damp clothes aside for the wash, and kissed Robin again. ‘Toilet before bed, honey,’ she said as she pulled off his top. Robin shook his head sleepily, his eyes on the soft bed where Uma had pulled back the sheets. ‘No, bed,’ he mumbled, flailing his arms weakly towards the bed as Uma gently but firmly pulled him towards the ensuite bathroom. Uma felt Robin relax and let her take him where she wanted him to go. The bathroom was bright when she turned on the light as they entered, and she sat the naked Robin on the toilet and waited. ‘Bed,’ said Robin, and closed his eyes. ‘No, honey, wee please,’ said Uma firmly, placing her hand on Robin’s pale, rounded tummy and pressing gently. Robin exhaled and after a moment, Uma was rewarded as Robin peed a goodly amount into the bowl. ‘Well done!’ said Uma, and stood Robin up as he closed his eyes and his head lolled forward. Uma smiled. He probably would have slept on the toilet if she had left him there. She pulled a length of toilet paper from the roll on the wall and wiped Robin’s delicate, dripping penis. She scrunched the soft paper up and patted his sparse pubic hair, then led him back ot the bedroom where she helped him into the bed. Robin slept in the nude, and on his side of the bed under the sheet was a large absorbent pad, just in case. They had been using that for several years. Robin hadn’t been very happy about it at first, but since his problems had surfaced his occasional accidents were now several times a month, up from a couple of times a year, so he they were both glad to have it there. Uma had never made an issue of it, any more than she might have had Robin needed glasses. Robin was accepting of it too. He didn’t know Uma’s other marital secret – that Robin’s older sister had told Uma about Robin’s bedwetting which was almost nightly until Robin was twelve, and which continued sporadically into his teens whenever he was very tired or under pressure. He hadn’t been reliably dry during the day until he was five, and was still having occasional daytime accidents for some years after that. He’d even wet himself a couple of times since their marriage, although he had been able to blame a long drive on the freeway or some other credible cause each time. The love between them overcame any issue Uma had with his occasional problems. With Robin asleep in bed, Uma spent an hour or so in the study, then joined him. As he so often did, he sleepily snuggled up to her, and she fell asleep with her arm around him. Her final thought before dozing off was that a promise to herself to take the best care of him she could. To be continued.
  10. Ch. 1 Lindsay was frustrated. She had scoured the internet searching for a birthday present for her friend Allan, yet nothing she found was the right gift. He simply wasn’t interested in the latest technologies and trends. They were opposites in that regard, but despite Allan’s old (some might say hipster-esque) sensibilities the two of them always ended up at the same bar with their group of friends on the weekend. With time running out and technology failing her, Lindsay finally decided to check out someplace befitting Allan’s style: an antique store. The business itself seemed to be antique. It was just a half block down the street from her apartment, but barely had a sign advertising its purpose. Lindsay had only just noticed it when she first moved in, its nondescript appearance never catching her attention as she walked past it every day. She had googled it trying to find out when they were open, but couldn’t find so much as a yelp review. So it was with plenty of other, better advertised stores saved on her phone when she set out from her building. Still, with the cold weather deterring any unnecessary travel, she decided to see if the place close by was actually still in business. Much to her delight, the black door and faded windows of the store greeted her with an “open” sign, placed quietly in a low corner. With cold wind rushing in behind her, a small bell clanged as she stepped off the street. The store was actually a bit bigger than she would have guessed. Rows of shelving held all manner of old knick knacks, china plates, and books. The dim lighting was enough to reveal there were no other customers in house, and from the initial look of things, no employees either. “Hello?” she called out uncertainly. Suddenly a small old man appeared from behind a shelf. He wore a faded green sweater, his frail and thin looking body looking like it needed every bit of help to keep him warm. He held a steaming cup of tea, the tag from the bag still hanging from the mug. He began stirring his brew as he looked towards the front, a little clanking of the spoon announcing his presence. “Come in out of the cold!” he cheerfully called to Lindsay. His small blue eyes met her own with a friendly and warm shine. White stubble lined his face, which had formed a pleasant smile. “Hi there,” Lindsay announced as she began to take off her wool gloves. “I’m glad you are open today.” “We’re open most every day! At least to those who bother to look,” he said with a chuckle. “Just browsing, or can I help you find anything today?” Lindsay took a second before explaining her situation. The old man seemed to get a kick out of her description of Allan as an “old soul”. “Tell you what, I’ve got a box of old Vinyl albums in the back room. There might be something in there he would like.” Lindsay almost laughed as she remembered Allan proudly showing off his new purchase of a record player to their group in his apartment. As the old man walked to the back room, Lindsay started to browse. She didn’t see how anyone could be interested in these old things. There was some fine china, she acknowledged, but most of it wasn’t for her at all. She liked new and useful, not old and nostalgic. Walking through the rows she sent a snap of an antique porcelain cat with the caption “Crazy cat lady starter pack” before moving towards the register counter to wait on the old owner. She leaned against the counter and started browsing on her phone when out of the corner of her eye she noticed a row of dolls on the shelf behind the counter. She like every little girl had played with dolls growing up, but those had all eventually found their way into the attic. Now that she had something in front of her to compare them to, she couldn’t even recall what hers had looked like. She put down her phone and purse and looked at the shelf. They were strangely intriguing, despite their being not much special about them. To be honest, they looked a little out of place considering they were in good condition, even looking kind of new. She looked toward the back, wondering where the old man had gone. It seemed those records were hidden pretty far in the back. Lindsay walked around the counter to get a closer look at these dolls. They were all girl dolls, with their features resembling children and babies. One had black hair and a Victorian style dress, its brown eyes staring out in front. The next one wore a diaper and a pink shirt, its blonde hair put into pig tails. The blue eyes were half closed behind realistic eyelashes. Lindsay thought that she would certainly have chosen this one, given that it would have looked the most like herself as a child. She felt a strong desire suddenly to touch it, to feel its realistic rubber skin. She drew a painted nail towards it, inching closer to feel its cheek. SLAM! Lindsay spun around with a shock. The old man had dumped a box of records onto the counter behind her. She hadn’t even heard him come up from the back. “Oh I’m sorry to frighten you!” The old man say with remorse. “No it’s no problem!” Lindsay said with a laugh. “I was just looking at the…” she started to point behind her but then gave a little shake to her head. “So these are the records?” The old man had a curious little smile on his face as he looked at her. “Ah, admiring my dolls are you?” With a slight blush Lindsay nodded in the affirmative. The old man walked around the counter to join her. “Yes, my customers always seem to find something…special when they come in here. There’s always something or another that intrigues them.” “No I don’t even know why I was looking at them, I don’t have any nieces…certainly no kids. So are there any 70s rock albums in here, by chance?” The little old man didn’t look toward the record box, however. He kept his eyes fixed on Lindsay, seeming to study her a bit more. Her long, dirty blond hair pushed out from under her hat, and even under her jacket and clothes her attractive frame was obvious. She was taller than him, not hard to do, but still she was taller than the average girl. She gave a nervous chuckle then broke his eye contact, looking at the floor. The old man shifted towards the shelf. “I’ll bet,” he said as he reached toward the shelf, “that you were most interested in this one.” Looking back up Lindsay was surprised to see he had picked up the little blonde baby doll. He held it out in front of her, open so that she could see it again. She stared at it, seemingly captivated by its eyes. With a low voice just above a whisper she said, “Yes.” The old man smiled before he offered it to her. “Go on, you can hold it.” Lindsay had no idea why she was so interested in the doll, but she wasn’t thinking about that. She just wanted to feel its skin. To touch the soft quality made diaper. She slowly gripped the doll, taking it for her own. It felt strangely familiar, triggering deep memories almost, but no one in particular came to mind. Simply put, it was just a comfort. She held it close to her chest, not like one would hold a baby, but like a girl would hold her favorite doll. “Oh yes,” the owner stated softly. “I think that doll suits you well.” Lindsay barely heard him as she allowed a few moments to pass. Then she relaxed her grip before looking back up at him. “The…the um…” Lindsay struggled to remember why she was here. “Records?” the man asked gently. “Yes,” Lindsay said coming to her senses. “Do you have any ro-“ “I think I’ve got a couple of the bands your friend is sure to like.” With that, he pulled a few dusty originals out of the box. As it turned out, the old man had a few of Allan’s favorites, and the prices on them were surprisingly very cheap! Lindsay officially had no idea how this shop was still in business, but she knew she was getting Allan a great deal. After purchasing them Lindsay put on her gloves and began marching to the door with the records in hand. She was halfway there before she stopped and remembered the doll pressed against her body by the crook of her arm. She turned around, taking the doll and offering it back towards the counter. “I’m so sorry, how mu-“ The old man simply put up his hands to her. “That one is yours. It’s been sitting on that shelf looking for an owner for far too long as it is. I hope it brings you plenty of joy.” Lindsay was a bit embarrassed, but she also couldn’t deny her fascination with the doll. With a bit of a blush and an awkward smile she turned around, the little bell clanging as she exited the shop.
  11. Hello my name is Daniel I've been around here every now and then but just now decided to make an account. I'm currently looking for someone to play a babysitter in this roleplay scenario that i had thought of. The babysitter is a girl (whether or not your real gender is female or not doesn't matter as long as you're okay with playing a female.) Also I'd prefer someone who is willing to post more than a single line/word reply. (those one word/one sentence roleplays get on my nerves.) Anyway here's the starter to the roleplay. "Hello miss you must be the babysitter" my mother said I don't know why I needed a babysitter since I was 19 and I've stayed home alone before, but at this point it was too late to object. the babysitter was very pretty with a pretty decent bust size as well. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. I watch as my mother leaves with my father for their night out. the babysitter then begins to walk towards me. 'what's in that bag she's carrying?' I thought to myself looking at the bag that the babysitter had brought with her. I apologize for the bad starter (I'm never good with those ) but i hope it's enough to work with. obviously the babysitter is going to force regress me in this roleplay. anyway i await your replies.
  12. Hi all, I've had another go at a story to see if this one can catch some wind, any constructive feedback would be great. Once again I'm still finding my writing hand so please be patient. Hopefully more to come PROBLEM CHILD Meet Jay, one of the cool kids at Wimmel High School, he's popular, he has a reputation, but he is also lazy, get average grade and is obnoxious. Jay is 19 and lives with his Mum, Tina, his dad, Greg, and his little sister (5), Molly. Jay's reputation and obnoxious behaviour often got him in trouble at school and at home. “GET OUT OF MY ROOM YOU LITTLE BRAT!” Jay yelled at Molly ran from his bedroom doorframe, having lost all hopes that her big brother would play with her, “Mummy, Jay's yelling at me and being a meanie!!” This was just another day for Jay, he didn't care about others, just two days ago at school he had stolen a girl’s schoolbag and wouldn't give it back until she did all of HIS homework for him. Word of this had gotten around to his parents, and this incident was the final straw. His mother marched upstairs and walked into his room. “Jay, you have cause enough havoc to this family, and enough pain to other people. Sit on your bed and wait to be called.” With this she yanked the plug out of his computer and took the cord with her, as well as his phone. “Oi Mum, give it back…” Jay started to reply when without warning his mum turned around and spanked him. In shock Jay stopped in his tracks and sat down as his mum continued back downstairs. Meanwhile downstairs, his mother was working on her plan, a plan to make Jay regret every nasty thing he had ever done, she called Jay's father, the school principal and a number of suppliers of various items, she was determined to fix this problem child. Jay's mum walked to her bedroom and retrieved a package of Girls Huggies Junior Nappies, as well as a towel, baby powder, a razor and a dummy. As his mum was returning to the living room, his dad had just returned home, “Where is he?” his dad asked seriously. “Upstairs, waiting as he should be. Would you go and get him dear?” his mother replied. As his mum finished setting up the lounge room, his father walked up the stairs and entered Jay's room. “Living room, now” is all he said, Jay new he was in trouble, but he had no idea how much. As Jay cautiously made his way down to the living room, he could see his mum sitting in the lounge room on the floor, beside a white towel that had been laid out on the floor, he could also see some items behind his mum, but couldn’t make them out. “Lay on the towel Jay.” His dad growled in his ear. Unsure about what to do, Jay slowly lowered himself onto the towel, before feeling his shoulders being forced down to the ground. His dad had the top half of him pinned, before he could even start to struggle Jay felt a sharp slap to the thigh. “Jay stop and listen.” Said his mother revealing that it was her hand behind the slap. “Jay, you have embarrassed this family for the last time and you have humiliated the last person from your school, after many calls from your principal and other families, we have decided that we need to fix your behaviour from the very roots.” Jay looked at his mother confused, his mother continued. “From now on you are no longer the 19-year-old boy, you are a one-year-old infant, with no privileges or rights of any kind. You will be treated like an infant and Molly will be your big sister, any disrespect to us or your sister will be severely punished.” With that his mother unbuttoned his jeans and started to pull them down. Recovered from the shock of the slap and the feeling of his jeans being unbuttoned, he started to struggle and regain control of the situation. “Let go of me you creeps, I’m 19, not a fucking baby. You can’t do this.” Jay spat. His father retaliated by flipping him over on his belly, while his mother proceeded to give him 20 good spanks. By the tenth spank Jay was in tears, and by the twentieth he was apologising between the blubbing moans. He was flipped back over by his father, and his mother resumed undressing her now still son. Jay, still in a state of shock froze with terror and embarrassment as he was stripped naked by his mother. He saw his mother pull something from behind her back. “CLICK…. BZZZZZZZZZ” and electric razor. He felt his bush of manhood being slowly shaven away, this was followed by a hand razor and his mum commenting, “There… just like the day his was born.” His mum then proceeded to pick up a nappy and opened it up, in full view of Jay. Seeing this and not wanting a repeat of his spankings he succumbed to his ankles being raised and the nappy being placed underneath his bottom. Being quite a skinny kid, his mum knew he would still fit into a junior nappy. Quickly powdering her son and then closing the nappy, Jay was secured in his first nappy since actually being a baby. The problem child was trapped and defeated.
  13. Part 1 Jill grimaced as she sorted out the weeks wash. Five pairs of John's jockey shorts had brown streaks in the back and they all needed soaking in Napisan. Six months into their marriage and she felt she was falling into the role of Mother, rather than wife. Grimly, she inverted each pair of underpants so the unpleasant soiling was on full display. "John?" She called. "Can you come down here, we need to talk." She heard footsteps on the landing above. "What is it, I'm busy!" The irritation in his voice goaded an angry reply. "I need to talk to you right now," Jill snapped back. Since he had lost his job, he had let himself go completely, blaming depression. Her sharp tone worked and moments later her husband entered the kitchen, still in his pyjamas. He paled as she pointed at his dirty underwear, "This stops now!" She snapped. "You are 29 years old behaving like a 4 year old toddler!" John was frozen, mortified by shame as her tirade continued. "Your toiletting habits are revolting. You never clean the bowl from poo that you leave spread over the sides, you piss over the seat and floor, you leave poo and pee stains in your knickers." John hung his head, the shame filling his eyes with tears. Exasperated, Jill threw her arms in the air. "Again! Now the tears start!" She relented and embraced him, hugging him to her bosom. "John?" She lifted his tear stained face to hers. "We will work through this together, and get you back on normal track, OK?" He nodded. She cupped his unshaven face in her hands. "I want my husband back," she said in a soft condescending tone. "I need you to give me a baby. At the moment, you are the baby of his household and we have to make you grown up again, don't we?" She continued to hold his face in her hands and John managed to nod with his eyes. She could smell his body odour now, evidence that he had not showered for at least two days. "I will be your mommy and you will be my little boy, OK?" John nodded. "And you will do what Mommy tells you, OK?" John nodded. "Say 'yes mommy,'" Jill prompted. "Yes Mommy," John whispered. Jill unbuttoned his pyjama top, removing the garment completely. She pulled down his bottoms and was shocked as she touched a wet sticky patch. Jill silently fumed to herself, realising her husband had been upstairs masturbating to material on the internet. Silently she pulled the soiled garment away as John stepped out of it. His underpants were yanked down and Jill almost gagged at the revolting sight resting in the seat. She held the offending article up to his eyes. "Now you know why Mommy has got to take control, don't you?" "Yes Mommy," he replied meekly. She was surprised at how compliant he had become now she was asserting herself. Here is was, completely naked and looking like a lost little boy. Jill pointed at a corner in the kitchen. "Go and stand there and wait while Mommy soaks your pooey underpants," she ordered. John shuffled over at watched her fill a bucket. Jill twirled a finger. "Now turn round and face the wall and John?" she deliberately paused until he looked up at her. "Put your thumb in your mouth please.." Startled, John looked awkward. "Please Jill.." "Mommy to you," She snapped. "And do what your told. Deflated, John slowly moved his right digit to his mouth and turned to face the wall.
  14. I'm looking for anyone who is interested in doing an X-Men rp with me, whether it be from animated series (my favorite is X-Men: Evolution) or the films. If you are interested and are willing to give detailed replies, please message me!
  15. Would anyone be interested in trying this situation out with me? This takes place in an alternate future where much like changing your name, a person can get their legal age and gender switched. I play your teenage brother, but I am not very responsible. I get detention in school most days, I have been suspended for fighting, and it seems like I might just drop out all together. To try to stop my from dragging myself further, you get my age and gender changed to a 3 year old girl. Some things I like are having to ask to use potty and not being allowed to wipe myself after, limiting my speech, and acting like a kid in public. If anyone is interested, here is a starter post. Jacob reaches over and shuts his alarm clock off yawning. Today would be the first day that he could go back to high school after getting suspended again. This time it was because he said very rude things to a teacher and walked out of the school. He figured today would be just like any other day of school, suffer through eight hours, maybe take a couple naps to help the time pass, probably get detention for doing so. He gets dressed in jeans and t-shirt heading downstairs to get some breakfast before the bus arrived.
  16. This is my first attempt at sharing a story here so I would love to hear some feedback. I hope you all like it and find it entertaining. Cheers, LT Artistic License – Written by Little Tacker I don’t know where to start. How do I explain how I ended up like this? No one will believe me but I have to at least try and explain. Perhaps in the hope that people don’t make the same mistakes as me. I suppose one could say the point of origin begins with me. You see, most of my friends would have described me as an abrasive individual who always knew better or more than everyone else. Don’t get me wrong, I never meant to be perceived as such, it is just when I knew something on whatever topic being talked about I would always feel the need to share, somewhat like a pretentious version of an over eager puppy. I am not absolutely sure why I do this but I guess it is from some misguided need for approval or perhaps attention? Anyway, it was this trait that landed me in this mess. First things first- My name is Ben. I am your everyday run of the mill kind of guy. A little nerdy but otherwise nothing special. I had just started my second year of art school at a local university and was feeling pretty good about myself since I had received near perfect results from my previous year and I had been asked to be a student mentor for the first year students. Needless to say, my ego was feeling pretty bloated. It was around this time that I met her. Lorelei. I was attracted to her instantly. She was beautiful but it was more than that. It was her eyes, her smell, her voice and the way she moved. It was everything. Lorelei was your typical artsy alternative type that had a slightly distracted messy look about her. She even had a pencil tucked into her hair and a spot of paint on her sleeve. Much of her clothes looked like they came from a second hand store but still had that fashionable, old is new again look about them. She made them fashionable just through her wearing them. I am embarrassed to admit this but even being in her presence made me excited and required me to adjust myself so I did not end up pitching a visible tent in front of everyone. Needless to say I felt completely compelled to try and impress her. Couple this with my unfortunate trait that I mentioned earlier and I think you can see where this is leading… Try as I might, as I led the group of students she was with, on a tour of the campus I was unable to engage her in any meaningful conversation. I was so awestruck by her presence that I continually forgot my manners and interrupted other people while they were talking with her and consequently I am sure I made a terrible first impression. I realise that now I look back on the moment but it really wasn’t my intention then to be so rude- it was more as a result of being deaf to anyone else other than her and therefore I would blurt out what I was thinking. Each time she would politely listen to me with a look on her face as if I was needy child who didn’t know any better. I didn’t actually perceive that then but looking back on it now, it was exactly what she was doing. As the day progressed I started to feel a distinct chill emanating from the group towards me yet I was oblivious as to what had caused it due to my preoccupation with her presence. I didn’t realise I had come across as a self-centred know it all and they were longing to be done with the tour. All I knew was I had met a goddess and was on cloud nine and only through reflection later that day did I realise I had made an asshat out of myself. Either way, that night I masturbated while thinking of her and had one of the most pleasurable orgasm ever. Little did I know that my actions had not all been fully a result of my own short comings and flaws but I am getting ahead I myself and that will be explained later in my tale. As the semester continued I became obsessed by Lorelei and continued to try and impress her. My marks began to suffer and many of my friends (those I had) found me hard to be around- harder than normal that is. Strangely the only person who did not find my company completely abhorrent was the object of my desire- Lorelei. She seemed to find my childish attempts to impress her cute and endearing even if they were somewhat tedious and pretentious. One by one my friends abandoned me and I started to find myself alone. Even though I was caught up in the whirl wind of feelings I had for Lorelei, bit by bit my life was falling apart and I was slowly falling into a deep well of depression. I was struggling to manage simple daily tasks due to my lack of focus. I left the part-time job I had before I was fired due to my sudden incompetent behaviour that could only be explain by not having my mind on the job. My obsession was so overwhelming that I found that whenever my mind wandered to thinking of Lorelei I would instantly become hard and much to my embarrassment, need to masturbate. Each time I entered her presence I found myself almost painfully erect and when she responded positively I would almost find myself on the edge of an orgasm. This I found unusual since I had never before suffered from premature ejaculations but strangely I did not stop to think about what could be the cause other than I was attracted to her. Other than Lorelei my life was imploding in the worst possible way. When Lorelei approached me saying that she needed a life model for a project she was working on I was speechless for once. This may have been partially due to the fact I was trying not to groan out loud from actually having orgasmed at the thought of it but needless to say I was also stunned that she asked me. My face instantly blushed bright red wondering if she knew what had happened. If she did, she did not let on and continued talking animatedly about her latest project. I hardly heard a word of it. * * * * * * * * * * * Hello readers. It is Lorelei here. Ben asked me to write my side of the story to better help you understand what happened to him. Like Ben I am not sure where to start but I suppose I should start roughly from the same point he has: the first day of semester. I was quite excited to be attending my first day of art school since I had spent much of my life preparing for it. This wouldn’t mean much at first glance since I looked like your average late teen/early twenties adult but the truth of the matter is that I am much older than I look. You see I am not your everyday run of the mill kind of girl, to borrow the term Ben used earlier. To put it bluntly, I am part Nixie. For those who don’t know what a Nixie is, it may be more familiar to you if I used the term Siren. You know, the mythical creature or water spirit that lured sailors to their deaths through song while at sea. Not an accurate depiction of a Nixie but it does give a hint of what Nixies are capable of. To be more accurate you could say I am part fairy but that in itself is misleading since that usually conjures vision of tiny winged humans that answer to the name Tinkerbell. I happen to be the daughter of the actual Nixie that gave rise to the Siren myth and bear her name too. Don’t believe me? Go ahead and Google Lorelei and you will find she was a 19th century Nixie who lured sailors onto the rocks through her singing. Truth be told it was not her fault- she was just a young Nixie that was singing and it was by accident that the sailors overheard and were bewitched by her voice. That happened to turn out to be her magic talent which often expresses itself in different ways for each Nixie. Anyway I digress. I may not appear my forty-nine years of age but I assure you I am indeed. The reason I was so excited about beginning my first day at art school was because I had only recently found that my magical talent was indeed linked to my artistic drawing skills. Unsurprisingly really since for many of my family members our talents had been linked to some aspect of the arts. I was secretly delighted since everyone expected I would inherit my mother’s singing talent and this meant I could venture out from beneath her skirts and make my own way. When I met Ben it was not without a certain amount of admiration for his appearance. He may describe himself as an average guy but he does have a cute aspect about him. He was a touch over 6 foot with blonde hair and blue eyes that are a little lost behind his glasses. His slim frame may not be herculean but you could see a wiry muscular fitness hidden beneath his loose superman t-shirt. But my admiration quickly turned to dust as he kept trying to grab my attention like some over-zealous needy child. Every time I spoke to my fellow students he would irritatingly interrupt with his opinion or even totally begin a new conversation without even acknowledging what had been said. I was not sure how to respond other than to politely hear him out since he was meant to be our student mentor/guide in getting to know the campus and the facilities on offer. It wasn’t until later that I realised that my Nixie magic had unwittingly spilled over and caught him up within it. Ben may say it was love at first sight and perhaps it was, but it is just as likely that my irritation with him had caused a little of my magic to spill free and warp the sense of attraction he felt to something much greater. See, when a Nixie is still young and yet to come into her powers they are un-bound. That is to say their abilities are what we call wild magic. It is unknown what will happen when their magic spills over and often the result can be less than desirable. It is for this reason we prevent young Nixies from venturing into the world of mortals. I had only recently come of age and found my magical calling therefore my powers although now considered bound, could still potentially leak free and play havoc with those immediately around me. I assume that my irritation with Ben unfortunately made him the focus of my magical indiscretion and it amplified his feelings for me. It was as I said that only later did I began to realise this, particularly when his attempts to get my attention were almost heartbreakingly embarrassing. Each time I met up with him I could see how much he was becoming obsessed by me and could not look away from me. In some ways it was kind of flattering. Within moments of encountering me he would try to subtly adjust his trousers and hang on every word I said. Little by little his irritating habit of talking over me or others fell away and I began to see the person behind the abrasive braggart that I met that first day. Unfortunate for Ben I also started to see how the wild magic was impacting upon him. He really was, as he described, falling apart due to his obsession with me. Each time I encountered him I could see a haunted look behind his eyes, a look that told me he realised that his obsession was perhaps unnatural but he was powerless to control it. His appearance began to suffer first. Little things like an untied shoe lace or un-tucked shirt. Later it progressed to buttons being done up crookedly. His blonde hair became un-kept and wild. Some days I noted that he had odd shoes on and other no shoes at all. If he was anywhere but an art school his actions would have drawn attention and perhaps questions that would have led him to being committed but in an art school the eccentric absent mindedness is almost expected, especially since so many young artists unfortunately dabble with drugs. It was as I got to know Ben, partially because I felt responsible for what happened to him, that I realised that I had started to feel particularly protective of him- almost in a maternal way. When I encountered him and would see that his buttons were matched up crooked or his hair was particularly messy I would try to fix it for him. I noticed Ben didn’t write about this, perhaps out of embarrassment or perhaps his mind has purposely blocked it in an attempt to protect him from the acute embarrassment it caused him but I will not hold back in telling the truth as it shows exactly how much the magic had impacted upon him. Each time I reached out to straighten his hair or fix his shirt, my touch was enough to make him spasm and bite his lip in an attempt to prevent a moan passing his lips. It was obvious what was happening. If it wasn’t, the damp spot on the front of his pants left no doubt as to what happened; he would orgasm in his pants from my mere touch. The first few time this happened it was just the two of us but eventually it happened in front of some of his friends and to their credit they politely tried to ignore it. Well for the most part. One of his friends did give him a gentle ribbing but since I turned an un-impressed look on them they quickly moved on. Unfortunately after this they gave up on Ben. His constantly distracted conversation that kept revolving back to me became too much for them to bear and they found his company too awkward to witness as he slowly lost his marbles, or that is what they assumed anyway. It was at this point I realised I had to do something. I am not sure if I was being driven by my guilt over what had happened or by my maternal protective feeling for him. He really was helpless, just like an infant. The thought provided me the answer of what I had to do and so I got everything organised and approached Ben and asked if he would be my life model for an art project later that evening. * * * * * * * * * * * Ben here again. I have read what Lorelei wrote and have spoken to her about it. I am surprised how much I have been deceiving myself about what was happening to me and how much I didn’t actually realise. I am not sure if it was the magic or the embarrassment that has made me forget or even a combination of both but even now I find it hard to recall the details clearly. I do now remember having orgasmed in front of Lorelei and my friends and even at other occasions but even as I type it the memories are murky and starting to fade. Apparently I have had this conversation with Lorelei a number of times before only to forget about it later. Not to worry, as things stand that is the least of my problems. I vaguely remember the hours leading up to what I had begun to think of as my ‘date’ with Lorelei. My mind was obsessed by the thought of her and I think my underwear was constantly damp from pre-cum from each thought. So much so I remember changing a number of times due to my clothes being ruined by the concept of spending time alone with her. Once or twice my mind wandered to the thought she may want me naked for whatever project she was working on and I would instantly cum when I imagined what that could mean. Needless to say I was a wreck by the time the meeting was to occur later that night. When I entered Lorelei’s studio I was instantly overwhelmed by the smell. Her smell was everywhere and drove me crazy. It almost physically hit me and I had to brace myself against the door frame a moment before I could continue. Lorelei was a picture as always. Hair messily up in a bun which showed off the shape and curve of her slender neck that led down to her back and shoulders. Her smile like a light house in a storm, brightening the room while her eyes danced with the constant merry sparkle of mischief they always had. To add to her cute appearance she had a smudge of charcoal on her nose from obviously having been drawing away at her easel. I was lost in my vision of her and only awakened when she cleared her throat and motioned me to go stand over in a clear space that had a flood light illuminating it in a huge warm embracing glow. I moved towards the space indicated almost as if I was dreaming. Nothing seemed real and yet it was all too real at the same time. Without saying a word Lorelei indicated I should remove my clothes and assume a pose. The lack of words did not seem to bother either of us for somehow we knew what was being said without them Perhaps it was something to do with her magic, perhaps not but either way the air felt charged with potential. Potential for what I don’t rightly know. I moved into a standard pose as requested trying to ignore my hard member jutting out, oozing pre-cum constantly. Lorelei to her credit did not even blink an eye at the fact and instead began to slowly sketch away at the large piece of paper she had prepared upon her easel. Her hand and arm moved in sure steady motions capturing the lines of my form. Her brow wrinkled in concentration as she worked. With each movement of her hand I began to feel a tingle throughout my body, minor at first and then increasing as time passed. Beads of sweat appeared on her skin as she worked, as if she was being taxed by a considerable physical undertaking. As her movements became more frantic so did the tingling feeling become more pressing. The only way I can describe it is that it felt orgasmic, but more intense than anything I had felt before. As her final strokes on the paper came to an end so did the tingling orgasmic feeling reach a bone jarring climax that had me spurting openly over the floor as my knees buckled beneath me. My orgasm seemed to go on forever and it felt like I was spurting copious amounts. Little did I realise my orgasm was not actually semen but my bladder letting loose (well so she explained to me later). I was far too occupied with the pleasurable feeling that was overwhelming me. I must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I knew was that the object of my desire was cradling my head in her arms and I was looking up into her eyes. The tingling feeling was still there but had eased somewhat. As I came to and realised the love of my life was smiling down at me in a reassuring manner, my excitement of the possible outcome the situation might present instantly asserted itself. Strangely though I felt different. To be more exact, a part of my body felt different. I could feel my excitement rising towards another climax yet something was different. My penis felt different! More sensitive yet something was wrong. Somehow I managed to take my eyes from Lorelei’s face long enough to glance down at my naked form only to be shocked by what I perceived. My penis had shrunk to the size of a newborn baby! It looked like a little erect lipstick jutting out from my body twitching with excitement. Lorelei must have sensed my sudden jolt of fear for I could hear her softly shushing me like a mother would her baby. Strangely I found it soothing. I felt her free hand gently caress and stroke my hair in a calming manner and the action reached deep inside of me to memories I had long forgotten. I felt loved and safe- something I had not realised I was missing since I was a young child. Even while these thought and emotions were bombarding me I was still subject to my obsessive need for Lorelei and my tiny erect penis was reaching yet another long earth shattering climax that seemed to go on for ever. Again I ejaculated copious amounts over my body and the area I occupied not realising that I was really wetting myself as a newborn would. Lorelei just held me and kept gently shushing me while stroking my hair as if nothing was wrong. Once again I blacked out. When I gained consciousness the next time I was no longer laying on the floor and somehow Lorelei had moved me up on to the old two seater sofa she had in her studio. I glanced down and realised she had covered my privates in something. At first I thought it was an attempt to provide me some modesty but on closer inspection I realised it was a large diaper. While observing this I suddenly realised I was comfortably laying on her old sofa with room to spare! Looking closer at my body I registered my body had shrunk from my 26 year old frame to something closer to that of an 11 year old perhaps. Lorelei must have heard my sudden intake of breath because suddenly she was there filling up my field of vision. She took my hand and verbally reassured me that everything was going to be ok. Her touch and words had the usual impact on me and I felt myself instantly become hard and again move towards what I thought was another embarrassing case of pre-ejaculation. As the buzzing tingling feeling increased I distantly could hear Lorelei telling me I was a good boy and to let it all out. The words sent me over the edge and I once again spurted but this time within the confines of my diaper. Suddenly I also passed what I thought was gas only to realise I was messing myself too. Not understanding what was going on but too caught up in my orgasm I blessedly passed out saving me from having to deal with what had just happened. When I awoke next I was once again being held by Lorelei. This time she had me snuggled up against her bare breast which seemed to almost take up my whole field of vision. I found myself mesmerised by it. The soft milk white skin and the rose coloured nipple that daintily poked out from it made my mouth salivate. Each breath she took seemed to make it rise and fall and each time I found myself wanting to reach out and grab it, caress it and even suckle upon it. Little did I realise how much I would soon get my wish. She was gently rocking me as she moved around in a rhythmic motion. Carefully I reached up to touch the soft silky skin of her breast. The action sending a delightful shock of pleasure through my body and making me squirt a tiny amount into my diaper. My movement must have drawn Lorelei’s attention to me because suddenly she lifted me from her breast and welcomed me back from my sleep. It was at this point I realised she was holding me up and I was no bigger than an infant! What followed was some considerable confusion and I am ashamed to say quite a bit of wailing on my behalf. Lorelei kept rocking me trying to calm me and moved to retrieve something just to her right. When her hand came into to my field of vision I could see what it was and instinctively tried to turn my head away. It was a pacifier. But she kept pressing it at my lips and for some reason I felt compelled to open my mouth and accept it. Perhaps it was to do with the magic or perhaps it was some deep seated need I had but I instantly started to suckle on it and feel reassured. It was at this point Lorelei started to explain what had happened to me. She explained that she was more than just human and that she had magical powers. She explained how my obsession was perhaps a result of wild magic that built upon my initial attraction to her. She explained how I was slowly losing the ability to look after myself and as a result she had had come up with a plan that would help solve not only that but also my embarrassing issue of creating wet spots in my pants every time I thought of her or was in her presence. Her plan she went on to explain was to regress my body back to that of an infant using her artistic magic skills. She described how she started by drawing me while imparting magic into the image and as she kept drawing she slowly regressed aspects of my body, starting with of course with my penis which is why it was the first thing that changed. She went on to say she was not one hundred percent sure of what the outcome would be since casting magic to combine with wild magic is dicey at the best of times and she had only newly discovered her powers and was still learning how to use them. She hoped that now every time I was overwhelmed by my attraction for her I would be able to avoid any of the embarrassing situations I had in my adult form and instead wet myself in orgasmic bliss and use my diaper like any new born would thus alleviating the crippling embarrassment it caused. Strangely Lorelei then told me she herself has not been left untouched by the magic she cast and how it combined with the wild magic for some of it rubbed off onto her during the spell in an unexpected but delightful way. When I raised an eyebrow questioning what she meant, Lorelei explained why I woke at her naked breast and that while asleep I had been suckling at her breast which now produced milk. While saying this she was blushing considerably so I once again raised my eyebrow while sucking on my pacifier. Her response surprised me completely; apparently the wild magic bond that had me orgasm while in her presence had partially transferred and she now found that not only did she feel compelled to breast feed me but also that she would enjoy multiple orgasms while doing so. Lorelei said the magic she unleashed while drawing should help me get used to my new life and perhaps help ease the wild magic that had caused my obsession particularly since some of it transferred onto her. So far I have to say that has proven to be true. I still find myself hugely attracted to her but I am able to now think of her and be near her without being instantly overwhelmed by her presence. Slowly I have become more accepting of my infantile status and on the up side I get to spend most of my waking hours in her presence since she has taken on the role as my caregiver/mother. Her magic has prevented anyone even questioning what happened to me or from question her suddenly having an infant son. Admittedly I have found it harder to verbalise my needs due to my voice box and tongue motor skills being too immature to vocalise the syllables required but thankfully I am able to communicate still via typing my needs on a keyboard (even if it does take me some time to construct a sentence). So it is here I am currently sitting, on a lambskin rug, in a wet diaper, reaching out typing this while Lorelei sits beside me sketching and occasionally reaching out to caress me in a reassuring manner, inducing me to shiver with delight and further wet my diaper. And thus ends my cautionary tale although sometimes I am not sure whether I am blessed or cursed with this gift. Either way I am happy I remain in Lorelei’s presence; that might be just the wild magic speaking but I am happy and I guess that means a lot in today’s world.
  17. This is a story I've created in my mind after I read Millie and Steve - When a husband needs diapers I'm not sure how many similarities exist, but I do want to acknowledge the inspiration. I'm trying to write this in screenplay format because I have plans for a lot of dialogue, which is the first time I've tried that Scene 1- Early Morning- Emily woke up and reached over her boyfriend’s body to feel the familiar wet sheets and wet bottoms. It was the third time this week that Nick had wet the bed, and she started to wonder what to do. The last two times she had woken him up, but Nick looked so peaceful that it seemed cruel to wake him up. Surely she would have to do something, but she wasn’t sure the best way to bring it up. Nick hadn’t shared that he was a bedwetter before he moved in a week earlier, and had never had an accident when they spent the night. But she loved the man, and didn’t have the heart to start a sensitive discussion at 5AM. She got up and placed a towel over the wet area on the matress and let her boyfriend sleep until the morning. She would wait till morning. Two hours later Emily woke up and looked over at Nick. By then the light had broken through and she could see the ‘damage’ that Nick had done. It was quite wet this morning, far more than the previous morning. It was clearly time to take precautions. Emily sighed, and began to nudge Nick gently hoping to wake him. Emily: Nick, honey. You did it again. Nick didn’t acknowledge Emily, so Emily nudged again. Emily: Honey, you have to shower. Nick: What? Emily: You did it again. Nick plays dumb and looks at Emily quizically Emily: Honey, you wet the bed. Nick: I did. I’m sorry. Did you get wet? Emily: No, but it was pretty bad. Go and clean yourself up. I’ll take care of the sheets. Nick: Ok. Nick walks into the bathroom, looking slightly ashamed Emily pulls off the sheets Emily: Hon, hand me your shorts, I want to put them in the laundry. A pair of wet underwear lands in the pile.
  18. Hey all. This story started out as a fun adventure and experiment with a fellow writer, Personalias. We teamed up to collaborate on a story, and this is the result. A trip to the zoo gone...well....right or wrong totally depends upon your point of view. Of Leopards and Their Spots By: Cute_Kitten and Personalias A note to the reader: I’m not an Adult Baby, or a Diaper Lover, or Ageplayer, or AB/DL, or Little, or whatever you wanna call someone who...who likes wearing diapers and pretending to be a baby. I know that’s not how you’re supposed to start these kind of things, but it’s really important to me that you know where I’m coming from. Was I ignorant of that fetish? No. Not at all. I’m not claiming that. I went through...an experimental phase in late high school...and early college...and all through my childhood I kept thinking about that one Tom and Jerry cartoon-you know the one-or that Bugs Bunny Cartoon...or that Porky Pig and Daffy cartoon...I think you’re missing the point here. I could go for months at a time without ever visiting one of those sites. And I’d never visit a site that required me to become a member to look at their pictures or read the stories. I never made an account. I never wore “AB” diapers or bought big baby clothes. I haven’t worn diapers of any kind since I was potty trained. I never even thought of doubling up on underwear to get that padded feel; too risky,too many questions. People who get in too deep with that stuff never get out. They never have lives of their own, and they just get stuck living in their mom’s basements, swimming through their own sick fantasies. That’s why I played it smart: I’d lurk. I’d skim. I’d satisfy any lingering curiosity, and then I’d go cold turkey...till the next time. I mean, you can’t really judge a person for what’s in their head, can you? If you have dirty thoughts, you’re still a virgin till you hook up with someone. Did I have those thoughts? Sometimes. Enough times. Maybe too often. But I didn’t act on those thoughts. I’m not an AB/DL or Ageplayer or Little, or whatever. I never wore a diaper, or big baby clothes, or was a registered member with any of those sites, and what I may or may not have wanted at any given time is irrelevant, isn’t it? No sense in thought crime, is there? Point is, I was normal. I even had a girlfriend; operative word being “had”. And when it comes down to it, that’s what this story is really about: How I had a girlfriend and how over the course of a day, I lost that relationship because of all this Adult Baby bullshit. By the way, my name’s Gavin. Prepare to hear about the weirdest and worst day of my life.
  19. This roleplay is open to anyone interested in playing the daddy/mummy figure. Full sentences and third person please. Overview: 21 year old Emily has moved to a new town after her mother and father died. She has a bit of money from them to afford rent but is yet to find a job. She moves in as a lodger to an older landlord (this is you). Emily gets a surprise when she was forced to start wearing a diaper and is gradually treated more and more like a toddler/baby. RP: "Number 47" Claire mummbled to herself, arriving at the house. It was a large house with a swing set outside. It looked as if a family lived their, not a single person looking for a lodger, she wasn't particularly keen on kids if they were there. She shrugged the thought out of her head though as the house was lovely, much nicer than any of the mouldy, crammed apartments she had viewed for the same rent price. Emily approached the front door, ringing the doorbell on arrival. She smiled when the door opened, "Hi, I'm Emily. I came about the room you were advertising." She said, keen to make a good first impression.
  20. My name is max im 18 and I still live with my dad being only 4 foot 3 really sucks getting called half pint , short stack, you name it. I wake up looking at my clock seeing its 7 am and its a Saturday so I cover back up, wanting to sleep in and tonight is a party for me.
  21. Rp

    hello i wanted to rp i may be new but im new to rp i wanted to do a regression story
  22. diaper

    Chapter 1 It was a Sunday and Zach had just gotten home from church and was completely exhausted. He had stayed up late the night before modding Skyrim and talking to friends online. Since it was only 1 o'clock Zach decided to get the computer and look on the Skyrim nexus for mods. He skipped through all of the armor and weapon mods that seemed to be piling up this week until he stumbled upon something weird, Play as a baby mod. Since Zach was bored out of his mind and had nothing better to do, he went ahead and downloaded it. He went into the game to activate it and thought it was strange when his character stayed the same, only losing his clothes to be changed into a thick adult diaper. "Bad modder", he thought to himself as he went to close the game deciding to get some z's in. Whenever he clicked the quit to desktop button a message popped up saying, "You will be greeted to a surprise in the morning ;)". "Weird", he though, but he ignored it and went to bed. He woke up the next morning to a weird feeling on his bum and crotch. Holy shit! Zach had shit himself and peed the bed! Except the bed wasn't wet and all of the mush seemed contained. He pulled up the covers to see a big bulky diaper. Zach started freaking out and went to his underwear drawer to grab something to change into, but when he opened it he was greeted by a drawer full of bulky diapers. He went to his closet to see if his clothes were there. Sure enough his clothes were replace by a bunch of onesies and babyish shirts. Zach checked his dresser and only found plastic pants and diaper covers. He managed to find shorts but they were really babyish with a dinosaur emblem etched into the side of the leg. He admitted defeat as he changed into a fresh diaper and the shorts. He threw on a dinosaur t-shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like an over sized toddler with the obvious bulk of the diaper and designs on the clothes. He went into the living room and saw his sister and immediately started accusing her of what happened to his wardrobe. She looked at him and laughed when suddenly Zach let out a big fart with a huge mess that followed. She looked down at his pants after smelling what had happened and noticed the bulk of the diaper. "EWW! Gross! Mom, Zach is wearing a diaper and he pooped in it!". Zach's mom walked into the room and immediately noticed the smell and diaper that Zach was wearing. "Is there something you want to tell me young man?", she asked with a disappointed look on her face. "No! You don't understand! I woke up wearing a diaper for some reason, and all of my clothes were replaced with baby stuff!". Zach's mom did not believe his story and told him to go to his room. He walked past his sister who was laughing uncontrollably. Once Zach was in his room his mom walked in with a changing mat and a diaper pail. She put the changing mat over Zach's dresser and continued to look through his drawers and stuff when found diaper supplies and placed them on the dresser. "Get up here." She said with a stern look. "But..." "No buts, get on the changing table right now!" Zach hesitantly walked to the dresser and climbed up feeling his diaper sag down really low. "Wow you're 16 and you still poop your diapers." She said disappointed. "Mom, I can't control my poop and pee for some reason!" She just glared at him as she pulled down his shorts exposing his diaper. Before Zach could object she undid the diaper and pulled it out from under him and wiped his privates. She pulled out a razor and and started shaving his parts. "Mom!" Zach yelled. She ignored him and continued to shave him until he was baby smooth. At this point Zach was in tears of embarrassment of all of the events that were happening. Zach's mom applied baby powder and diaper creme and put on two thick diapers. She pulled up his shorts and set him down. "Now hurry up you're going to miss the bus." She said as if everything was normal. Zach was so shocked by the events of the morning that he forgot about school. "Mom! Please let me skip school today! Take me to a doctor to find out why I cant control my pee and poo!" Zach pleaded. She disagreed and made him go to school wearing the toddler clothes and obvious bulky diaper. As he was waiting at the bus stop, Zach silently cried because he could feel everyone's eyes on him as he waited for the bus. When he got on the bus he could hear everyone whispering behind his back. Maybe he was just over reacting he thought to himself. Maybe No one has noticed. Suddenly someone yelled out, "Does someone need a diaper change?!". Everyone on the bus burst out in laughter as Zach started sobbing. When he got to school, Zach ran to the nurses office and told her that he didn't feel to well. Noticing the diaper she told him to take a seat. When he sat down he erupted with pee and poo instantly filling his diaper like a baby. Noticing the smell the nurse said that she would call his mother. Zach felt so embarrassed as people came in and out of the nurses office noticing that Zach had pooped in big diapers. His life was over, he thought to himself. Chapter 2 When Zach's mom got to the school she talked with the nurse, saying that from now on Zach would be wearing diapers. Zach sat there in shock as the conversation went on, they talked about how he was going to have a changing process and that he would take fish oil pills to reduce the smell. Finally Zach's mom signed some papers and pulled out a bag of babyish diapers that read ABU Space on the side. Zach started crying again when he realized that he was going to start going to school in diapers. After his mother left the nurse directed Zach to the bathroom where she proceeded to change his diaper. Zach was to embarrassed to say anything else to the nurse. After he was changed into the diapers he pulled up his shorts waiting for the nurse to tell him what to do. Zach was shocked when the nurse told him to go to class. "Go to class like this?" Zach objected. "Your mom signed these papers that say you will go about your normal activities in diapers.". Zach went to geometry as he was told to do and saw everyone's eyes on him as he went to take his seat. His geometry teacher told Zach that he was informed of his situation loud enough for everyone else to hear. Everyone started laughing which made Zach cry out of embarrassment. "Awww, is the widdle baby crying?" Someone said, which made the torment and laughter start again. Zach's geometry teacher told the class to settle down, saying something about needing to learn about trigonometry. Zach's day progressed for the worse when word of him wearing and messing diapers had traveled around the school. His best friends told him that they couldn't be friends with a diaper baby and laughed in his face. Zach was alone in the already tough high school. Zach had wet his diaper a few times and right after lunch he messed it while being teased in art. He told his teacher what had happened which caused the class to roar with laughter. The teacher let him go to the nurse where he got changed again. He accidentally peed on the nurses hands which he apologized profusely about because he couldn't control it. The nurse told it was fine, and he was sent back to class, and back to the torment. After what seemed like eternity the day was over and Zach went home. When Zach went in his room he dropped his stuff in horror as he looked around his room. His bed was replaced by a crib, his desk was replaced with a over sized baby bouncer, and his dresser was replaced with a giant changing table with straps and an under storage area. He asked his mom what was going on. She explained that since he wears diapers and messes his pants like a baby, he will be treated like a baby. She told him to go to the kitchen for dinner. When he got in there he noticed a high chair which he somewhat expected. He sat in it and waited for dinner so he wouldn't get yelled at. but when he put the table down over him, he heard it lock into place. He struggles do get out but it was too tight. "Stop fighting it," she said, "you're a baby now. Get used to these things.". She pulled a pizza out of the oven, which relieved him. At least he could enjoy some good food after the worst day of his life. "Oh, you think this is for you?" She asked sarcastically. "This is for mommy and sissy. You get baby food." Zach was too tired to argue so he just sat there in defeat as his mom tied a bib around his neck and pulled out a jar of baby food. As she got a spoonful and brought it near Zach's face he tried to grab the spoon from her. She explained that since he was a baby he was going to have to be spoon fed by his mommy. Zach opened his mouth and took the first spoonful. he immediately spit it out. "Gross, carrot!" he exclaimed. His mother quickly pulled him out of the chair and bent him over her knee. Zach was surprise by how strong his om was for her size.Suddenly his bum felt likeit was on fire, she was spanking him! He quickly started crying from the pain, hoping for it to stop soon. When it did Zach was exhausted and in tears.
  23. Up to four cousins are given a doll (end of school gifts) by their rich grandparents. They don't like the dolls but don't want to upset the grandparents. These dolls were programmed to increase sales on toys and youth diapers. They also reveal secrets. This role play require long posts at least five sentences. the more the better. Lots of detail descriptions and how you feel. Options: School can be a boarding school. Another gift from the grandparents or just normal school so each cousin can have sibllings. Yes, you can play multiply characters. Information: Charaters: Name, Gender, Age, Grade going into, physical description and secrets no one else knows. Name: George Sampson Gender: Boy, Age: 15, Grade: 8th but thinks he is going into the ninth, slim build, Red hair, green eyes, height 4 foot 8 inches, glasses secrets: occasional bed wetting, cheated on final exam, he wrestle a nine-year old girl when he was eleven and was pinned, don't know how to ride a bike, Age of characters can range from 10 to 15. Regession only from age 7 to 12. Any suggestion is welcome.
  24. There was a flash. That was all that seemed out of the ordinary. Something felt out of place. The room was dark, too dark to see anything yet. It just felt out of place. Could he be dreaming? But if he was, why would he dream about waking up? A familiar scent hung in the air. A perfumed scent that brought back memories of the past. What was that scent he thought to himself. His lungs breathed in deeply to get a better smell of it. Being a canid with good sense of smell did have its benefits. The fox could pick out the sweet and pleasant notes of the fragrance. It reminded him of childhood. That was all that he could think of for the familiarity. Raven began to stretch out as he started to feel as though he was awake when his arm brushed up against something. He stopped stretching and felt whatever it was on the edge of the bed. It was wooden, he could tell that, but it went up higher than he could reach from his position while laying down. Why was there a piece of wooden hanging off the side of his bed he thought to himself. His other paw went over to feel this strange item when it too brushed against a piece of wood. He took that paw and moved it from by his waist all the way to his face at arms length. Click! Click! Click! went his claws as they traced across the objects that he now realized were wooden slats. But why would there be wooden slats attached to his bed? And when did they get there? The last thing Raven remembered was going to bed and then that flash before he awoke. Or was he awake? Was this just part of a dream still? If it was a dream then how could he feel the wooden slats? As he thought about it, he felt something all over his body. He was wearing some garment that covered him from his feetpaws all the way up to his neck and arms. He reached down and felt the fabric. It was very soft but warm. If he didn't know any better, it almost felt like fleece. But he didn't own anything like this. When did he get into this or more importantly, if it wasn't him, how did he get into it? And how could he get out of it? There was no zipper on the front? Nor were there any buttons either. This had to be a dream right? There was no other explanation for it. "I'll just close my eyes and go back to sleep in my dream and wake up in my own bed." he thought to himself. Raven closed his eyes and rolled onto his side as the mattress crinkled loudly underneath him. "Nope, I didn't hear that, its just a dream." "There is no reason I am laying in a crib in some sort of cub garment other than this being a dream." raven said out loud, not really hearing the high pitched sound of his own voice, nor the fact that he didn't say anything but gibberish. He just closed his eyes and soon after was back asleep. Thump! Thump! Thump! the sounds of footsteps caused the fox's ears to twitch and then his eyes shot open to the darkness once again. There was someone else in the house! Raven lived by himself so hearing anyone else walking around was certainly room for alarm. "Just stay quiet for now and listen." Raven thought. Maybe his imagination was playing tricks on him. But the footsteps kept going, they in fact seemed to be getting louder and closer! They stopped right outside his room. The door knob was being turned?! Raven always kept his door locked at night! "Wake up from this dream Raven!" he thought to himself as the door opened. He could see it open, there was a small light outside the door, a figure was silhouetted in the light. They were coming towards him. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to not move and stay as quiet as possible. Raven could smell their scent now, it was a pleasant scent, but it was...female?! Raven let out a yip of surprise as he felt himself being lifted up by this person. He squirmed about in their arms until he was pulled in close and placed against their shoulder, with soft comforting sounds being spoken into his ears. Raven began to calm down as he was held. What other choice did he have? It wasn't like they were showing any threat right now and this was still a dream anyway! After all he was being held like a little kit. He was a grownup fox! As Raven calmed down he began to hear what was being said in his ear. It all sounded like gibberish to him. But it was calm and soothing nonetheless. Whoever was holding him was clearly a female from their sound and scent, but other than that he couldn't see, his head being on her shoulder. Raven felt himself being carried across the darkened room and then felt himself being lowered as his captor sat down, still holding him on her shoulder. He was then shifted so that he was held in her arms, cradled up against her. As Raven looked up, he caught a glimpse of whoever was holding him. She was a canid, that much was certain. The ears didn't look pointy enough to be another fox. She might be a wolf or a husky Raven thought as he saw her muzzle's shape. Raven was quickly brought out of his gaze upon her when he felt something rubbery pressed against his muzzle. He was about to ask what it was but before he could utter a sound, the nipple of a baby bottle was placed inside his maw. The bottle was being held in such a way that some liquid was being forced out and he had no choice but to swallow, starting to suckle by reflex. Raven wanted to stop but for some reason his mouth wouldn't allow him to. The warm fluid began to settle into his tummy as the woman rocked in the chair. A short time into the feeding Raven closed his eyes and fell asleep. *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!* The jarring sound of the alarm clock startled Raven awake. He was in his bed, his real bed. The one he fell asleep in last night. He looked around, the sunlight was streaming through the windows, it was morning. There was no sign of any wooden bars on his bed. He couldn't smell anything like a female in the room nor the sweet scent that he remembered from the start. "Was that really a dream?" he said out loud to himself. It seemed so very real. He remembered the scents and the sense of touch, of feel. The last thing he remembered was being fed a bottle and going to sleep. He looked around his room, door was still locked like it should have been. Nothing to show that anything had happened during the night out of the ordinary. As he got up and headed to the bathroom for his morning shower he thought once more out loud. "If that wasn't a dream, then what was it?" To be continued...
  25. This rp involues regression but not to babyhood. It's more like around ten-years old. A 21-year old male actor getting ready for a part in a tv show tries to pass himself off as fifteen year old student. His friend, who also wants the part, helps him out by hacking into the schools Cloud server. However the friend knows his body makes him look more like a ten-year old girl and makes sure that happens. So instand of being in tenth grade he will be in fifth grade. He also wets the beds so that makes it worse and he will be treated more like a seven year old. I am willing to make changes, add characters or anything. Just no regression to infant, no sex, slow regression and posts need to be long and descriptive, at least five sentences each. The longer the better and more descriptive the better.