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  1. I wake up to the sunlight peeking through the window shades. It's Sunday, the day before our opening day of Buck Season and I'm really excited about going hunting tomorrow. I jump out of bed and run down stairs to get some breakfast. Mom is already in the kitchen and asked me how I slept. I replied, Great. She asked what I wanted for breakfast as I sat down at the table. I said, a bowl of cereal would be great. She said ok. As I sat down at the kitchen table, I realized that my thick, overnight cloth diaper was pretty wet. I've always had a bed wetting problem and a lot of daytime accidents as well, so I've pretty much been in diapers my whole life. My Grandma makes the cloth diapers for me, which I know saves my mom a lot of money. I wear them at night and whenever I'm home at Mom's house. During the day. As these get old and worn out, or too small, my Grandma uses them as the soaker panel in my new diapers. For school, or other daytime activities, I wear Abri Wing disposable diapers. We found these a few years ago when I was outgrowing Goodnights. The back of these fasten around the waist with a belt and the front flap Velcro fastens to that belt. This makes it really easy for me to remain diapered in case of an accident, but I can unfasten the front and use the bathroom when I need to. The school nurse keeps some extras for me in her office just in case. I also use the Wings diaper during the day when I'm at Dad's house. At night, and all day hunting trips, he has thick, overnight disposables for me. Here's your cereal my Mom said as she handed me a big bowl of Captain Crunch and then a big glass of OJ. As I ate, she told me that she had all of my hunting clothes packed up and ready to go. Thanks Mom, I said. She also said that she'd let me drive my car over to my Dad's house, "Just slow down, no more tickets". Yes Ma'am, I replied, thank you. As I ate my cereal and drank my juice, I felt the urge to pee. I was already in a wet diaper, so I just let go. The diaper was a little cool from being damp all night. The fresh wetting warmed it back up a little bit and felt good. I finished and took my bowl over to the sink, rides it out and loaded it into the dishwasher. Then I poured some more OJ, drank that down and loaded the glass in the dishwasher. I headed back up to my room to get ready to go over to Dad's house. I grabbed a clean pair of jeans, a flannel shirt and a fresh diaper and headed to the bathroom. I brushed and flossed my teeth. After that, I pushed hard and squirted a little more pee into my diaper, got out of my PJ's, unpinned my diaper and tossed it in the diaper pail to be washed then jumped into the shower. After my shower, I got my Wings diaper on, pulled on my jeans, put my shirt on and headed back to my bedroom. There, I got my socks and shoes on, grabbed my wallet,, and coat and headed back down stairs. My Mom had already brought all of my hunting clothes up for me and had them waiting in the living room. She handed me my car keys and said "I'm trusting you to drive slower. You're only 16 and can't afford any more tickets." I said, I know. Sorry about that, it won't happen again. We gave each other a hug, she said "be careful tomorrow and good luck. Hope you shoot a big one." I said thanks and out the door I went. I got to Dad's house in about 20 minutes, just a couple towns over. I pulled into the drive and he came out to great me. We hugged then unloaded my hunting clothes into his house. He asked, Do you have your hunting license? Yep. Your Buck Knife? Yep. Your gloves and orange hat? Yep. I'm all ready for tomorrow. He said great. It was a little after ten in the morning. Dad said, let's grab our rifles out of the safe and go to the range and shoot a little bit then we can come home and watch some football. Great I said excitedly. What gun do you want to hunt with this year? Dad asked. Do you want to stick with your .243 or do you want to try something else? I replied, what about the 30-06, I think I'm ready for that. Dad said ok. You know it kicks more than your .243. I said yeah, I know, I want to give it a try though. Dad said okay. I I'll just take both in case you don't like the 06. Sounds great I said We loaded those two rifles and Dad's 7mm Magnum into his truck. I said, let me use the bathroom before we go. He said great idea. I headed into the bathroom, pulled down my jeans, unfastened the front flap of my Wings diaper and took a leak. I flushed, pulled the flap back up between my legs and refastened it. I pulled my pants back up, ran out the door and away we went. We got to the sportsmans club and carried our guns and ammo down the path to the rifle range. I started to get the urge to go #2, but our club is new and doesn't have a clubhouse or any bathrooms yet. I'll just try to hold it until we get home. We set our stuff on a bench, grabbed some targets and the stapler and walked down to the target. We stapled up our targets and walked back to the bench. Dad suggested that I start out with the.243. Okay. I took it out of the case and sat down at the bench. I loaded 5 rounds in the gun, rested it on some sand bags and focused on the target. I clicked the safety off, zeroed in on the bullseye and BAM. I worked the bolt, zeroed in BAM. I fired all five rounds and then we walked down to check out the target. All five shots in a nice little cluster, about an inch and a half above the bullseye. Nice shooting, said my Dad. Perfect. Walking back to the bench, I could feel the pressure in my bowels growing. I was wondering if I'd be able to hold it till we got home. Back at the bench, my Dad pulled out his 7mm. He loaded and fired five rounds downrange. We walked back down again and checked Dad's target. Another good group. Nice shooting Dad. Thanks son. We walked back to the bench one more time, pressure still growing. Dad asked, you read to try out the 06? I said Heck Yeah! I sat back down at the bench and Dad got to 30-06 out of it's case. He handed it to me along with some ammo. I clenched my butt cheeks together as I lined up on the third target. BAM! The recoil was quite a bit more than I'm used to, but not too bad. I loaded another round, lined up on the target, BAM! Three more rounds, BAM! BAM! BAM! I really like the 30-06 I told my Dad. That's great, let's go check out your target. I got up and started walking down to check the target. As we started walking, I felt something, the warm, soft stickiness of poop in my diaper. It must have slipped out during the excitement of shooting the new rifle. As we walked to the target, I could feel more poo coming out, a little more with each step. We got to the target and my Dad was impressed. Good shooting son. Then he looked at me. He could see something was wrong and asked what was the matter. I told him that I had an accident, a #2. He said that we'd head home and I could get cleaned up. As we walked back to the bench to grab our guns, I let go and released a full load into my diaper. I could feel it move and spread with each step I took. When we got to the truck, I got in and felt the mess squish and spread as I sat down. It was an embarrassing ride home.
  2. **First try at story writing, so I'm open to advice and criticism. Chapter One: Meet Brandon Brandon was a strange kid. Small for an 18 year old, but as happy and confident as could be. He had his own idea of how to get things done and put that into practice at every opportunity that presented itself. Breakfast, for example, was a bland mix of cornflakes, milk and watered down orange juice for his mom most days. Brandon's breakfast on the other hand was more of an adventure- it wasn't so much a sit down meal as a traveling buffet through the backyard of his neighbour's yard as he walked to school. Why waste time sitting down with your meal when you can sleep in and grab an orange off the Henderson's tree as you travel? The Henderson's weren't as happy with his plan, but he'd gotten fast at hopping over the fence they'd put in and was able to get his snack without them noticing most days. If he saw them out there waiting for him he could always go a few houses further and get some pears from another yard just down the street. His walk to school took him from his fruit rich suburb through a busy downtown core where he'd always find fun things to read or see. Often there were posters up for a band or two trying to get some new fans and make a name for themselves. His favourite so far this week was a band called "Dropkicking Murphy" with a picture of the lead signer of the band slamming into the owner of the local pub, Murphy. Other times there were posters with 'psychics', multilevel marketing ads and dating hotlines trying to find new customers to come calling. He always took one of tear-off strips for these - he loved prank calling them and seeing how long he could string them along before they realized he didn't intend to buy anything from them or find other 'singles in his neighbourhood'. His trip today started with a glance at his clock which was blaring loudly as he realized he'd slept in even later than usual. His mom hadn't been there to wake him up as usual as she had just started a new job working as a receptionist at a law firm and she needed to beat the traffic to get there on time. He jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes quickly, slung his backpack over his shoulder and hopped out the door as he got his sneakers on. He didn't have time to get his usual breakfast on his way, and just ran through the street until he got downtown. He'd had back luck with a red light, and just missed getting to the street before cars started crossing the other direction. He looked around in frustration, and decided he might as well just grab some of the tear-aways on the posters nearby while he waited for the lights to turn. There were some weird ones this morning - one for a cult claiming that 'man could indeed live on bread alone' - as long as it was their bread and blessed by their priests. Another one caught his eye for escorts specializing in fetish phone calls and in-person meetups. He thought this one would be gold for prank calling later, and stuffed the phone number into his pocket. The light went green for him, and off he ran - just making it up the stairs of the school, through his classroom door, and to his desk before the bell went off for the first class to begin. His English class started as it usually did. The teacher was up at the board talking about some classical novel Brandon had never read and Brandon was off in his own world doodling figures in his notebook for a comic he'd been writing. After the teacher asking Brandon what he thought about Romeo and Juliet's family situation, Brandon said, "I wish I had a family.." and put his head down. The teacher froze for a second and then decided to ask another student what they thought. His head against his desk, Brandon smirked - that always worked.. He'd never known his dad growing up but he always seemed to be a trump card he could play to get out of trouble. After class, one of his friends Josh came up to him and said, "Nice one dodging that question! Did you see the look on his face? Priceless. I only wish you could use that one on Miss Crabtree next class - we've got that math test she's been going on about for the last month. I'm gonna flunk it for sure." At this, Brandon froze. He'd completely forgotten about that test and didn't have any excuses left that the Crabtree would let him use. He'd gotten out of one at the start of the year by claiming to have a terrible flu and his mom had come to take him home for the day. Having a new job, Brandon didn't think she'd be so keen to believe him and come running unless something was actually wrong. The principal was also starting to be suspicious, so he'd have to actually convince them something was wrong before he'd be able to go. He told his friend he'd meet up with him later, and went to the bathroom to come up with an idea. As he washed his face in the sink he splashed a bit of water on his pants and instantly knew what he could do to get out of it. No one would ever think he was faking it if he wet his pants! He didn't really feel like having his mom know about it though... She'd take him to a doctor, and when she found out nothing was wrong would be furious about being taken away from her new job. He pulled some of the tabs he'd taken off the posters this morning out of his pocket. Maybe one of the bands would have someone desperate enough for cash that they'd pretend to be his mom.. Unfortunately he hadn't had time to get any of those tabs - just ones for that bread cult and for that fetish group he'd been planning on prank calling. There was no way he was calling the bread guys as he didn't want them driving him anywhere. Who knows where he'd end up if he took a car ride with them? That only left one option, and with the bell close to ringing he decided to go for it. At the school's payphone he threw in a quarter and gave them a call. "Hello, Julie here, how can I serve you?", a voice on the phone said, trying to be as provocative as possible. "Well, I've got a weird situation, and need some help. I don't mind paying you for your time, but I need you to pretend to be my mom this morning." The principal might know his mom, but the secretary wouldn't - he was counting on it looking as urgent as possible for him to leave so that he'd be able to slip away before anyone else noticed. "Oh, how interesting, I'd be happy to play your mommy.. Are you wanting to just chat over the phone, or meet me in person?" "In person if you could, I'm at school at the moment but I've wet myself and need to be taken home. I don't want to call my real mom, it's so embarrassing!" This threw Julie for a loop - she'd never had minors as customers, but this sounded pretty easy. As long as she protected her seats it could be a hassle free last customer for the day. She'd worked the night shift, and was hoping to head out anyway. "Sure thing hon. Sherbrook Elementary or Sir Wilfred High? I can be there in about 5 minutes. Just know that it'll be about $50 as long as you don't live too far and don't need me to make you lunch or anything." "Excellent, and it's at Sir Wilfred. My name is Brandon, I'll be at the office when you get here talking to the secretary." "See you soon!" With that done, the bell for the next class went off as he hung up the phone. He needed to act fast, and now that the halls were clear and people were in class he wouldn't be seen by anyone he knew. He grabbed a sweater to put around his waist from his locker, just in case, and went back into the bathroom.
  3. The Woes of Maddison Page Prologue - Come sit with me before you go to bed baby. Monday – After School the Week Before Christmas Break: Mom was sitting on the couch in the living room after another feverish afternoon of cleaning an already spotless house, and cooking us a meal that was too big for two girls. I swear she must have imagined dirt to clean and mouths to feed. Dad never pushed her to keep the house like this, and he was just as happy with take out as the next guy. All the same, I’m pretty sure we could eat off the picture frames in the hallway. I was certain they were FDA approved for eating off of. Our house was that clean. Super clean house or no, she looked super cute sitting there in her PJs watching Adventure Time. It was my senior year and we were in offseason for cross country, so I was getting home around three of four in the evenings. It was a great improvement over six or so. I’d finished my homework earlier that afternoon, and moved on to other tasks. Overall, I finally felt like I had time to properly prepare for school and work. It was a treat not to be so rushed. I had my laptop up on the kitchen table connected to our wireless working my way through this month’s bills since I wasn’t working that night. No time like the present to get the adult stuff done. You have to be careful or it will really pile up on you. Besides, someone had to do it. Mom and I were paid on different schedules. I was paid twice a month on the fifteenth and the thirtieth where mom was paid every two weeks. You have to keep up with that stuff. It put mom on a weird schedule sometimes for paying stuff in line with my check, but I kept on top of it. After paying our bills and managing our budget for the last three years, I decided it was much easier to just break everything down to the first and the sixteenth after I got paid. Pay it all and don’t worry till the next half of the month comes around. This month’s stuff was stacked neatly in two piles and represented two different excel worksheets in the master budget workbook that I kept. Three years in Microsoft Office Certification electives were actually coming in handy! My spreadsheet was pretty elaborate. It’s a real shame I didn’t have a good backup plan going. “Honey, are you done with the paperwork yet?” Mom called from the living room. She called everything from homework to reading mail my “paperwork”. “Almost, I just balanced our checking accounts. I just need to deduct the bills and cut them real fast.” I replied. “Will you bring me sumpin ta drink when you come this way?” Mom yelled. “You bet. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I told her. Bill Pay is a Godsend. I don’t even have to keep up with stamps anymore. I just created a new payee and boom, they got their money. It really stream lined how I managed our finances. I checked my notes and vowed again to read up on mom’s retirement plan. I just didn’t understand 401k’s and the like well enough for my own satisfaction, so I typed a note on my digital calendar to look into it. I’d be leaving soon for college, and I really wanted to make sure mom would be taken care of. I might not be living with her, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t keep up with this stuff for her. “Momma, looks like Wellington’s will be out to top off the gas early next week. We have that covered, but it will be a bit tight till the eighteenth when you get paid.” I shouted from the kitchen. I paused and asked, “Are you going to be home to take the bill and pay them? It should be Monday or Tuesday.” “Baby, I’m still good in savings, right? If something comes up you can just transfer some money over with my phone thingy, ya?” Mom yelled back. “Yup. I have it on my phone too. I added air filters to the Wal-Mart list.” I told her. “I’ll make sure I’m available. I’ll just run home from work. Come sit with me a while before you go to your bedroom baby.” Mom patted the couch next to her. Mom must have needed some cuddle time. Mom’s the short petite kind of woman, you know straight up tiny. I look just like an upsized version of her. Dad had a lot of height and width, but apparently mom’s look was dominate in me, because I was petite too, but I got dad’s height. I’ve been taller than mom since I was twelve. I entered the living room and gave her the once over before I approached. She had her dark hair up in a high off center pony tail that was draped over the back of the couch. Mom kept her hair longer than I did. She was wearing the bugs bunny footed sleeper that I’d bought her last Christmas. “Here ya go momma.” I told her giving her the molded hard plastic cup with a hard plastic straw. I had a sudden instinct to remind her to put it in the sink when she was done. I guess it was because of how she was dressed and the show she was watching, but I didn’t need to. She’d probably clean it and put it back in the cabinet before she goes to bed. God knows, it wouldn’t be dirty long. The PJs didn’t have the hood with the ears or the poofy tail the new ones did, but it did have the coloring and the rabbit feet. The sleeper wrapped up under our Christmas tree that year was a Sylvester complete with tail, paw looking feet, and a hoody top with cat ears. She was going to love it! The PJ set wasn’t her most expensive gift I’d gotten her, but I was making sure she opened it first. She’d wear it the rest of the day. I was super excited to watch her open it. She was going to smile and squeal like a kid, which would make my heart swell. I nearly teared up thinking about her being so happy. Mom only dressed her age when she was at work. At home, all bets were off. She is still small enough to wear anything from tween to small adult things. It did, and still does, suit her sense of style. She keeps an immaculate house like a fifties house wife, but she’s just a kid at heart. Her bed had more stuffed animals than pillows on it right then. It wasn’t uncommon for her to pass out on a teddy bear instead of a pillow. I had bought her a big fluffy stuffed rabbit the first Valentine’s Day after dad passed. She’s been known to sit round the living room in her sleeper holding it watching whatever was on TV. That night she was snuggling one of the couch throw pillows sitting cross legged waiting on me watching Adventure Time. It made me smile. I knew I wasn’t a real adult yet, but that wasn’t for lack of responsibility or trials. It was only a function of age. I envied mom sometimes. I wish I could relax as hardcore as she does. Work hard and play hard and all that. I sat with mom for a commercial-less DVR’d episode of Survivor. She never fought for the remote, but it was often on the satellite channel for Adult Swim when I took it over. She knew I wouldn’t sit there and watch that brainless cartoon with her, so she just handed over the remote when I sat down. She enjoys watching TV with me, but I’m pretty sure it has more to do with me than what we are watching. I’m positive she genuinely liked survivor though. When Jeff said “Next time on Survivor”, I headed upstairs to shower after kissing mom goodnight. Hurrah for skips! I always feel like a commercial assassin. I hate those things! I ran through the shower down stairs, packed my lunch for tomorrow, texted mom my work hours for the next couple of days, and headed up to my bedroom. It was as spotless as the rest of the house. Long ago, I had decided that the lack of privacy was worth mom keeping everything in order. I had a single drawer in my in-closet-dresser that is set aside as “private space”. She tells me she doesn’t go in that drawer, but I don’t keep much in there anyway, just in case. Frankly, I just didn’t have anything I didn’t care if mom saw. Between Cross Country and Track, homework, actual work, and the house finances, I just didn’t have time to clean, much less get into normal teenager trouble. I’m an old soul, or so I’ve been told. I was graduating in a few months with four hundred other students, and I was currently ranked fourth in the class. I had become very Type-A’d. I didn’t have the best ACT score at thirty, but I was determined to get the most scholarship offers, so I applied for everything! I sat down at my desk and turned my attention to that goal. I started flipping through all the different college materials on my desk checking the due dates for entrance exams, ACT score submissions, finical aid info, and the like. I sat back in my desk chair and puffed air against my bangs. . I finally turned my hyper focused mind off about eleven pm with a melatonin. I waited about ten minutes until it was good and kicked in. Then I tried to work up the energy to get up and lay down on my bed, but the smell of my life going down in flames rolled in on a cloud of gray smoke from under my door. Chapter 1 – My Hair Still Smells Like Smoke Wednesday Morning: “Maddisonnnn.” Mandy Page whined through the bathroom door at her seventeen year old daughter. “We’ve got to go by Walmart for some panties, toothbrushes, and other stuff. Get off the pot and let’s go. Move it baby!” Mom whined at/scolded me. Her attempt at assertiveness failed miserably. She didn’t fool either of us. Even after everything we’d been through the last few days, her attempt made me smile. Tiger Mom she was not! “Momma.” I replied as respectfully as possible, which wasn’t as respectful as I’d normally have been. It was seriously hard not to laugh at her. “I don’t want to yell at you through the door crack it alright?” I begged her with tears and clearly quivering voice as my back lanced pain through everything that had nerves. My mood shifted instantly. “Listen baby, I know all of this is awful, but...” Mom said peeking into the bathroom inadvertently interrupting herself. Tears started streaming from my mother’s eyes when she saw me. It was an admittedly pitiful sight. “Oh My God, Baby my hair still smells like smoke! Oh Maddi, it’s all gone! Everything! All of Quentin’s pictures. Oh!” Mom dissolved into a pool of sorrow in the bathroom floor of our La Quinta Inn Suite. I was usually the strong one, and I was a straight up hot mess. I wanted to comfort her. She had mistaken my pain for sorrow. I wanted to go to her, and hug her until all of our tears were spent. I couldn’t though. I was stuck on the damn toilet in desperate need of comforting myself. Mom’s breakdown took my painful tears down her emotional path too. Sometimes life finds fun new ways to kick you in the lady balls when you’re down. Not being able to help mom was a serious blow to my female ego. I hurt everywhere and my lady balls had been kicked so much they were totally demolished. I needed to be the strong one like I always had been, but it just wasn’t happening right then. I was only seventeen after all, but mom had been relying on me for a few years by then. Our dynamic had shifted when dad passed. I just sort of assumed his role at the house while mom healed. She’s just not built to be alone, or in charge really. I thank God every day for the strength he gave me to support her back then, and I thank him for the purpose he granted me. ‘Monkey Balls! I’ve even been keeping the checkbook and paying bills for almost three years now, I’m better than this! Get your shit together Girl!’ I berated myself. It’s not like mom wasn’t smart enough to pay our bills or balance the checkbook, but dad always handled those things for her. He worked and took care of the financial side of things. She had a debit card on the account and just brought dad the receipts. He kept her life simple because she likes it that way. He did it for her, so I did too. Dad had a budget and what not, so mom knew what was available for monthly toilet paper, groceries, and stuff, but she didn’t have any idea when we paid bills. She didn’t even know what bills had to be paid anymore. I did, and still do all of that for her. I missed my Dad more and more with every passing day, and all of the sudden our memories of him were buried in a pile of ash where our home once stood. Every photo album, every framed picture, and even all the digital pictures that weren’t on Facebook were gone. I didn’t even make it out with my cell phone much less my laptop. It really crushed my heart. I was going to be right in the middle of this insurance claim, the city officials, and the financials on this house fire too. Just one more item in the overwhelming list of crap I have to keep up with. Worse, none of the officials would want to talk to me because I’m a year short on the year tally to be an “Adult”. There’d be a lot of relaying stuff through mom. It’s not like I cared if she knew what was going on, but it was my job to keep things simple and easy for her. She is an awesome mom, but she seems to thrive when things around her are simple. No one can praise a child like mom can. She related so well to me at every age and every milestone. She was always right there in the floor with me. We colored. We watched cartoons. We played. We read. We did homework. We swam. We tickled. We had sleepovers and mom was always the star of the party. After Dad died though, I aged. I moved on into my teens and left mom in her footed PJs watching Cartoon Network happy to just be. I’d do anything for her. I’d protect her peace with everything I had. I may have had the best childhood any kid could ever ask for, at least until dad. We weren’t loaded or anything, but mom’s demeanor almost forced the people around her into a happier simpler mood. She is a force of peaceful love. Her love is tangible, and I fought my teenaged hardest to make sure her light shined for everyone. Unfortunately, that laid a heavy burden on me. A burden that I carried voluntarily. Worse though, it was my senior year in high school. I was totally booked up on time already. Paying the bills and watching the budget wasn’t as hard as you might think on my time, but it sure added a layer of worry to my life. Worry that none of my friends had to deal with, but it was my life. I chose to step in for dad no one chose it for me, and I wouldn’t let anyone take it from me either. My mind flooded with all the things that needed to be done. “Oh, Mommy!” I sobbed filled with crushing despair stuck in the bathroom. “Oh, Baby!” She balled. I listed off all off the calls I needed to make to begin fixing this debacle. I cried to her about how I had to use the hotel phone to do it all, but I couldn’t stay in the office area long enough to finish a call before I was back in the bathroom. I couldn’t get anything done and it was adding to my sense of hopelessness. “Enough! Maddison get your crap together. You swore to Dad that you’d protect her. You’re hurting her. Listen to her!’ I gave myself a hell of a pep talk, but it fell on deaf internal ears. Mom came crawling over to me from where she’d collapsed to the floor still in tears. I was sitting there with my shorts and panties down around my ankles on the toilet, like I had been for most of the past day and a half. She struggled up and hugged me fiercely despite my state of undress. We slowly got our shit back together. “Momma I’m so sorry about that. I guess I kinda lost it there.” I said gathering the strands of my resolve. “Oh Maddie,” my mom cooed with the weight of the world on her shoulders. “You are absolutely the best daughter any mother could hope for. You saved me when Daddy passed. You’ve been helping with everything sense then too. Don’t think I don’t know how much of your pay check goes in my account.” I gave her a sad smile that told her that I knew I was caught. Mom worked in the back office for a medical billing company. They handled the billing for smaller firms like general practitioners or smaller surgical clinics that weren’t affiliated with a hospital system. Mom has a sweet voice and a tender disposition. She was perfect for first contact. She was horrible at the follow up collection calls. Sometimes I forget that she can put on office clothes and carry on at work. “Oops. Guess she’s not always Momma like she is at home.” I thought. I had a nearly full time job with Tractor Supply Company, almost forty hours a week. Mom made decent money and could cover most of the bills. Dad’s retirement and his life insurance helped us even more, but I moved about half my check to the house account to cover my little car payment, and I paid the insurance payments for both of our cars. Essentially, I paid for myself out of mom’s account, but I had thought she never really looked at it. I thought I was being clever, but in hindsight I wouldn’t have left those duties to a thirteen year old either. She had let me “help” for almost four years, but I was certain, even back then, that she really didn’t check things that often. She wanted someone else to handle those things for her. So when I proved I could, she let me. We’d never have had any money for new things or entertainment if I asked mom to cover my car, insurance, and other senior stuff. I bought my own clothes for the same reason. I thought I was being sneaky and leaving mom where she would be when I went off to college. That way it would be an easier transition for her, and I suppose that was still true. She just wasn’t quite as ignorant of it as I thought. ‘Guess I’m not as sneaky as I thought I was.’ I conceded. I could handle all the accounts online, and mom had added me as an authorized decision maker on everything that she could. Until that summer when I hit 18, our hands were tied in some places. She’d work, cook, clean, and not have to be burdened with anything else except an occasional “yes, I do” on the phone or a signature here and there. She relied almost solely on me handling those decisions for her. Dad was doing his best to take care of us from beyond the grave, but mom would likely always have to work. It was probably for the best. Too much free time and that level of grief might have been the ruin of her. “It’s better for both of us this way. I have a sense of what income I’m going to need at state, and I don’t have any chores anyway. Plus, you won’t have to adjust your budget when I leave for classes. I can keep taking care of things from up there too.” I try to joke through my persistent tears. “Maddison, you don’t even have to clean your room! I do everything around the house honey.” Mom elbowed me. Then she threw on a very serious face. “I know things will change when you go off to state. I’m going to miss you so much. This is just the worst time for all this to happen. Maybe we should just get an apartment or something.” I hugged my mom and flushed the toilet. I was used to being the backbone of this family. Being this angry and scared just made me want to cry in frustration, but crying just pisses me off more. It was becoming a cycle that I needed to put a stop to. I stood up and pulled my shorts and panties back up my slender hips. Then, I sat down next to her oh the hotels bathtub wall. I gave my mom a powerful side hug as much to bolster her courage as to reaffirm my own. “Pfft, you’ll probably see more of me in college than you do right now. If my scholarships come through, I’ll only have to work for my car, gas, and food. I’m going to try and pull enough hours to do that during the week and have the weekends at home for homework and Momma time.” “Really Maddi, you really are? Ewe, I hope you can. Oh, I’m going to miss you so much.” Mom sobs against my shoulder. “I promise to find a way to help you at school baby. I don’t want your next four years to be like the last few have been. As soon as the fire department makes their report the home owners will kick in. It’ll get better Maddi, you just wait and see.” “I hope it’s soon. I don’t know how I’m going to keep up with school, college, the bills, and the fire stuff without a phone or a computer Momma.” I confessed to her as my shoulders slumped in defeat. Suddenly, I realized that the crispy computer held our budget, account information, and bank records. I immediately start listing things off building a To-Do lists in my head. I had to rebuild all of that from memory, or at least enough of it to make a list of people to call. “How are your little legs honey?” Mom asked as she grabbed my bad leg and sat it in her lap to inspect it. Both of my legs were bruised and cut up pretty badly, but my right leg was sprained, possibly broken. I’d bailed out of my bedroom window after all. The smoke had come barreling under my door and I confess to shrieking like a blonde in a slasher movie and jumping for my life. Monday Night: I smelled the smoke as I saw it billowing out under my door. The scene stunned me for a moment, but I quickly got my wits together and tested the doorknob. Finding it hot, I raced over to my bed and concurred the paint-stuck window jerking it open with a loud wooden thud. I moved back to my door and yelled “Fire” at the top of my lungs three or four times. I hoped that was enough to wake my mom. I was afraid she’d passed out on the couch watching TV and would never wake up. I snagged my pillow with the Power Puff Girls pillow case on it. I chunked it out the window onto our hedges directly below. My bedroom was on the second floor, and it was a good little drop to the ground from there. The hedges around my side of our house were old, dense, and about six foot tall, not the best landing zone, but beggars and choosers and what not. I took a labored freighted breath, and slid out of my window. I tried to “fall” out of onto the pillow, but only my left leg found it. My right leg fell straight into the hedge tearing it up and wrenching my leg in unnatural directions. I teetered off the top of the hedge and fell down to the ground butt-first in one long action. I hit hard directly on my tailbone. I ended up on the ground with my right leg all bruised and torn up. My hedge row idea didn’t really help. ‘I guess it could have been worse. At least I didn’t just land on my feet and break a bunch of bones, but this feels almost as bad.’ I imagined. My left butt cheek was pretty banged up also. My lower back was bothering me fiercely from hitting the ground so hard. ‘I guess falling/flinging myself out of the window onto the hedge during my escape wasn’t the best plan. Gotta get my shit together and find out if mom got out. Just as soon as I can convince myself I can walk and all.’ My right wrist was throbbing from trying to catch myself both in the hedge and on the ground. Overall, I was torn and bleeding everywhere but that left leg that the Powerpuff Girls had protected from the worst of it. It wasn’t a bad list of injuries for a major house fire and two story flight. I finally managed to talk my battered body into getting up. I hobbled across the road to the Johnson’s house carrying my stupid pillow. I have no idea why I didn’t just leave it there, but I didn’t. I had to get to our emergency location, and mom just had to be there. I clutched my stupid childish pillow tightly, because, seriously, the entire neighborhood needed to see Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup! I guess comfort was more important to me than anything else right then, and that pillow had been with me for years. I rounded the corner of my house skirting the heat from the fire. I made it across the road and collapsed in the Johnson’s front yard. My leg wasn’t working right and Mom wasn’t where I wanted her to be, and I think I might have passed out in shock. The next thing I knew, a pair of strong arms was picking me up. I opened my eyes to see Mr. Johnson smiling down at me. “Oh thank God Maddison.” He hugged me close to him and screamed at my mom who was apparently standing in front of our house trying to get to me. She got her only injuries standing to close to the fire yelling for me to jump to safety. It was sort of stupidly heroic. “Oh My God Maddi, My Baby!” She bellows running back to me across the road wearing a beat up Bugs Bunny jumper. “Hey Momma.” I grunted out around the pain and confusion. The four of us collapsed to the ground again in a puppy huddle of hugs and reassurances from Sal and Jenny Johnson and my mom and I. The four of us sat there on the lawn and watched the hungry fire devour our old house while waiting on the professionals to do their jobs. The fire was so hot I could feel it across the road.
  4. Well this was my first fanfic/ diaper story I had ever written. The quality is…meh as it is an earlier work. Although it does take place in the Pokemon World, knowledge of Pokemon is not necessary as most of the main characters are original. It is much more…one handed than my current work, so I hope I don't destroy too many of your brain cells. Summary: After recovering from a serious illness, Ash's sickly younger sister, Emily (Oc) is finally allowed to go out on her own journey at the age of 16, but winds up in the hospital shortly afterwards due to an embarrassing situation. Emily's Diary takes place 6-7 years in the past and is written by the Mc detailing her struggle for survival at the age of 10 when she comes down with a mysterious illness. Chapter One Emily sat down on the slightly damp grass and rested her back against a tall oak tree. She let out a yawn and stretched her legs out, listening to the squawking and hoots of the nearby pidgy's and sparrows nesting in the trees up above. Emily began digging through her bag tossing out empty food wrappers and bottles of water, which took up about 75% of her backpack. "Where did I put that map?" She mumbled to herself, going through pocket after pocket. After about ten minutes she sighed realizing she probably dropped it at the opening of the Viridian Forest. "Now what?" she asked herself realizing she was hopelessly lost. Emily was the 16 year old absent minded younger sister of Ash Ketchum whom no one knew about. Only the few residents of Pallet town even knew Ash had a younger sister. She was only six when Ash left on his Pokémon journey and she couldn't wait until she left on hers. Back then she idolized her older brother, wishing she could be like him someday. When she finally turned 10 she was prevented from going due to an illness. She had begged and pleaded with her mother to let her go, but with her poor health, there was no way. She was forced to stay back as she watched tearfully as her friends got their starter Pokémon from professor oak and left her behind. The months flew by and soon Ash was making a name for himself. Soon it felt like she didn't even have an identity anymore. Everyone knew her not as "Emily" but as "Ash's' Sister" Soon that idolization turned slowly into resentment as people only approached her to ask about her brother and talk of his accomplishments. Emily shook her head, trying to shake away those memories. That was six years ago she told herself. Things are going to be different now she thought as she stood up and brushed the leaves and dirt off her jeans. I'm a little late but I'm finally here! I'm going to surpass Ash! I'm going to be the new Pokémon master!...as soon as I find my way out of this forest. She said with a sigh. Alright first step, she thought to herself, gotta clean up this mess. She looked to her left and noticed a trash can about a quarter mile walk away then looked down. I think I can make it in one trip. Emily collected her things and with arms completely full, started the trek to the trash can. "Almost there," she reassured herself but suddenly her foot snagged on a vine and down she went sending her stuff flying in every direction. Emily moaned into the ground, slowly raising her head until she came face to face with a pair of black eyes and yellow fangs. "AHHHHH!" Emily screamed jumping to her feet and racing behind a tree in record time. Emily took deep breaths trying to calm herself down. She soon heard laughing coming from the direction she ran from and peeked her head around the tree. She saw a girl around her age laughing as she let a purple field mouse run along her arm and onto her shoulder. "I'm so sorry." The girl said although she continued to laugh. "I didn't mean to scare you, I saw you trip and went to see if you were ok. I've just never seen someone react to a Rattata like that before." Emily couldn't help but smile back at the girl. "I'm fine." She said eyeing the rat perched on the girls shoulder. I hate mice. "Here let me help you." The girl said as she bent down and started collecting the bottles that now littered the forest floor. "Thanks," Emily said truly appreciating the help. She looked over at the girl and very quickly turned a bright shade of pink as she accidently got a good look down her shirt. Emily's heart began beating twice as fast and her palms began to sweat. What the hell? she thought to herself as she quickly looked away. Why do I suddenly feel so nervous? "My name's Anna. What's your name?" the girl asked after they finished clearing out the forest. "E-Emily." She stuttered back. "Aren't you hot with that jacket on?" Anna asked looking Emily up and down. "It's got to be 90% humidity in this forest." "I feel better with it on." Emily said hugging herself. "I feel naked without it." Although it is really hot now that I think about it she thought as she felt beads of sweat rolling down her face and chest. "So what are you doing in the forest, Anna?" Emily asked unconsciously shifting from foot to foot. "Oh, I was collecting herbs for the nurse Joy in Cerulean City. I'm an intern at the Pokémon center there. She's teaching me how to make potions. What are you doing out here?" "Wow that sounds really neat! How did you end up as an intern?" Emily asked interested. She'd yet to meet a nurse Joy although she had already had a run in with an officer Jenny earlier today much to her displeasure. "Well Pokémon battles have never been my thing, but I love Pokémon none the less. Isn't that right little TaTa" Anne said letting the Rattata on her shoulder rub up against her cheek affectionately. Emily's stomach did a little flip and wondered to herself eww how could you love a rat? "You never answered my question about what you were doing here you know." Anne pointed out taking note of all the shifting and squirming Emily was doing. I wonder if she drank all of those bottles today. No wonder she has to pee. "Well todays actually my first week out on the road. I saw a Pikachu run into the forest and I wanted to catch it. Then well, I got lost and realized I lost my map." Emily admitted as she started to realize how badly she needed to pee. "Did you check your pockets?" "Of course I checked my pock-oh…" Emily said with a blush as she pulled her map out. "Let's see, it says I'm here and if I just follow this trail then I should reach Cerulean city in an hour. " Then I can find a bathroom. Doesn't look like there's one anywhere around here. "Hate to break it to you, but you're holding the map upside down." Anne said taking it from her and showing Emily where they were. It's about a four hour journey from here. "If you want I could lead you there. I'm headed back there myself. I could use some company" "No, really you don't have to go through that much trou-" BZZZZZZ! "I humbly accept your offer!" Emily screamed running away from the beadrills hive. Anne just shook her head and followed the screaming Emily. An hour into their journey Emily could barely keep it together, constantly grabbing herself when she thought Anna wasn't looking, completely unable to stay still. Anna wondered why Emily didn't excuse herself and just go. At this point Emily was about as subtle as a bulldozer and Anna was sure she wasn't going to make it much longer. She had asked Emily if she had wanted to stop several times now, but she kept saying she was fine. Although anyone could clearly tell she was lying. "How much longer till we get there?" Emily asked through gasps of breath. "We still have a few more hours. How about we take a break I'm getting tired too." Anne said sitting on a log. "You want to tell me what's wrong?" "Nothing." Emily lied crossing her legs. What's with this girl? Anna thought to herself then she remembered something that Emily had said about her jacket, about her feeling naked without it. Then it clicked. She's just really shy. Is that really all that's wrong? I just need to get her to relax. "Hey, Em. Can you come with me for a sec? I need to pee, but I don't want to go alone. I'm afraid of the forest at night and it's getting kind of dark." Anna lied. Emily turned a dark shade of pink. Ugh don't mention the word pee she thought. She was running out of time and she knew it. She took a step toward Anna and froze. She felt a spurt shoot out along with a sharp pain and quickly grabbed herself. Oh no I'm going to wet myself in front of Anna. Warm tears blurred her vision and started to fall down her face. "Look, I know you have to go so just go. Why are you torturing yourself? If you're waiting to find a bathroom you're looking at it." Anna said as a matter of fact while motioning her hand towards the foliage surrounding them. Anna spun around to face her friend after receiving no reply only to find her glued to the spot with tears rolling down her face as she clutched her side. "Em, can you move?" Anna asked a bit worried for her new friend. Emily shook her head as she felt another leak escape causing a burning pain. "Then just go here. " "I-I can't." Her face now closely resembling the shade of a cherry. "Look, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, we're both girls here. I'll go away for a sec an-" "No, I mean, I don't know how… "Emily mumbled embarrassed to admit the reason. "Oh, is that all?" Anna laughed with her back turned away. "Why didn't you just ask? I would have walked you through it. Ok first, pull your pants down." "I can't get them off! I can't undo the button." Emily whimpered after a moment of fiddling with her pants. "Here" Anne said coming closer as Emily's face grew redder and redder. Anna drew her pocket knife and cut the button off as Emily struggled with her pants. Anna sighed and moved Emily's shaking hands away and with one swift motion pulled everything down and lightly pushed her against a tree. Emily shrieked trying to cover herself, while tears continued to fall. "Now all you have to do is squat and let it out." Anna turned her back as she waited for her friend to relieve herself. Emily tried to calm herself down, and squatted lower trying to relax her aching bladder, but nothing came out. She tried thinking of the ocean, and of running water, but still nothing but a few drops and mounting pain. After a few minutes Anna started to worry that she embarrassed Emily too much. "Everything alright back there?" she called out. "No." Emily whimpered back. "Em, are you ok?" Anna asked rushing towards her new friend who was collapsed in a ball on the forest floor in pain. "What hurts?" "My side and lower stomach." "When did the pain start?" Anna asked looking her over for any bites or wounds. "When I got really desperate. I tried to go but it burned too badly." "Alright. Just sit tight and try to relax. I'll get nurse Joy on the line." Anne punched a few buttons on her transceiver and a hologram image of the pink haired nurse appeared. "Oh, Anna, what can I do for you? Did you have a question about the ingredients?" "No, actually my friend here is in a bit of trouble." "What seems to be the problem?" the nurse asked, a bit concerned. "Well, it seems to be her bladder. She says it hurts so much that she can't move. She was on the verge of wetting herself just a few minutes ago, but now she can't go. " "Hmm, feel around under her belly button and tell me what it feels like." "Eh," both Anna and Emily said at the same time. "Anna, part of being a nurse is dealing with human patients too. Do you want to help your friend or not?" "Sorry, Em, you heard her." Anna put her hand on Emily's stomach and felt around. "It feels hard as a rock. Not to mention she's burning up." Anna moved her hand from Emily's stomach to her forehead "Oh dear, sounds like an infection. " Nurse Joy said. "I'm sending my pidgeott to come get you, she needs to see a dr. in the meantime try to help her release as much as she can, or it's going to be a painful ride." "Release…?" "If she doesn't pee by the time my pidgeot arrives the Dr. will have no choice but to insert a catheter. I don't think she'll enjoy that. " And with that Nurse Joy signed off. "What's a catheter?" Emily quietly asked slightly afraid to find out. "Nothing you want to experience. " Anna said digging through her bag and pulling out plastic tarp and laying it out on a grassy patch. "You don't look to comfortable laying there on those rocks there so I'm gonna try and lay you down on this. "Small steps, there you go" Anna encouraged as Emily winced in pain with each movement. Emily wobbled as Anna caught her and laid her on the plastic sheet. "Alright now no matter what keep relaxing and try to pee." "But your thing." Emily said weakly. "Don't even worry, it's just a tarp if you go it will just flow off onto the ground. Now just relax." Anna encouraged as she pulled off Emily's pants completely wincing slightly at the sight of blood. Emily nodded and closed her eyes trying not to think of the fact that this girl she just met was looking at her naked lower half. "Emily, are you on your period?" Anna asked hopefully but the girl shook her head. Anna was afraid of that. She pressed slightly on the girls' stomach in different locations asking if it hurt until she got to one particular spot on her side as Emily yelped in pain. Anna took notice of a now slight puddle between the younger girls' legs and breathed a sigh of relief. "Emily, this might hurt a bit but I promise you'll feel better soon. Just keep relaxing." Anna then began to gently message the tender area of the girls' side, as Emily grimaced and clutched the edges of the sheet. After a few minutes Anna rubbed and noticed she no longer clutched the sides of the tarp. "Emily, does it still hurt to the touch?" "No," Both girls breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok, I think you'll be able to go now. So relax and try to pee again." Emily took a deep breath in and then out and soon a faint hissing and pattering sound could be heard as Anna saw the tiny puddle expanding and then suddenly stop as Emily whimpered in pain. "No, you're doing good! Keep going!" It hurts." Emily moaned curling into a ball. "I know, Em, It's gonna hurt but you gotta let it out. It's the only way you're going to get better." "I'm scared." "Shh, it's ok. It'll be ok. "Anna held the girls hand and continued rubbing the girls back, but she wouldn't relax again. Hmm Anna thought to herself as she remembered the previous events of how she met Emily. I think I have an idea. She rolled Emily on to her back and let her rest her head on Anna's lap as Anna peacefully ran her fingers through the girls black hair until Emily drifted into a light sleep. She then quietly reached into her shirt pocket and pulled out her little friend and gently placed it on the sleeping girls chest. A few minutes later Emily woke to the sound of light squeaking and the sight of little black eyes with yellow fangs. The sound of shrill screams could be heard followed by a loud pattering sound that grew louder every second along with a continuous stream of urine flowing down the edge of the tarp letting Anna know her evil plan had worked perfectly. Emily grunted but as the pain passed soon she relaxed until she realized what she was actually doing. She tried to jump up, but Anna held her down. She kept combing through the girls hair with her fingers as she watched Emily's face turn three different shades of red as her bladder continued to empty whether she wanted it to or not. "That's it, keep going, you're doing great" Anna praised as Emily buried her face in her hands as her stream finally slowed to a trickle as a giant bird swooped down and stared at the two of them. "Well, that's our ride." Anna announced. Let's get you cleaned up then we can go." She dug out a water bottle from her pack and poured it onto Emily's legs and the tarp, washing away any evidence of what had occurred. She dried her legs off with a towel and helped her manage to put her pants back on then wrapped her in a blanket. Her shaking seemed to be getting worse as Anna helped her onto the Pidgeott's back then climbed on after. Anna kissed the top of Emily's head as Emily leaned back into Anna's' arms and whispered "Thank you," before drifting off into unconsciousness. Chapter Two Emily laid back in her bed as she waited for the Dr. to come see her. She looked over at Anna and blushed. Emily stared for a moment as she thought Wow she’s really pretty. The way her hazel colored hair fell just a bit past her shoulders. Her black rimmed glasses magnified her bright blue eyes, not to mention her near perfect figure and. “Wait! What am I thinking?” Snap out of it Em! She thought to herself. It’s just the fever talking. Emily closed her eyes. Ugh I can’t believe what happened today. She thought as she let the day’s events play in her mind. That was so embarrassing! Peeing in front of some girl I barely know while she praised me as if I was a toddler making it to the toilet for the first time. She grimaced at the thought causing Anna to come over out of concern. “How are you feeling?” Anna asked, as Emily avoided eye contact with her. “Does it still hurt?” Emily nodded and rubbed her lower belly. She could feel the pressure starting to build back up. Just then the girls heard a knock on the door followed by the dr. entering and introducing herself. “Hello, Ms. Ketchum, I’m Dr. Page. How are you feeling? Can you tell me a little about what’s going on?” “My lower stomach hurts, and I’m having some trouble, uh, going.” Emily admitted as she intensely examined the blanket that covered her as if it would tell her the answers to life. “Alright, let me take a look.” Dr. Page said as she lifted up Emily’s shirt and gently pressed around. Emily winced in pain as the Dr. began pressing on her side. “Hmm, the problem seems to be your right kidney. It’s a bit inflamed but not too bad. I’m going to have my assistant come and give you a more thorough examination.” Dr. Page wheeled her chair backwards and shouted out into the hall, “Captain Waddlesworth, could you please come to exam room two.” Emily wondered what kind of Dr was named “Captain Waddlesworth” “He gets a little offended when I don’t call him captain.” Dr Page explained. This guy must be crazy Emily thought to herself. “Oh! It’s been a while since I’ve seen the captain.” Anna said. “Yeah, you hardly ever leave the ground floor.” Dr. Page commented turning her attention towards her. “Nurse Joy keeps me so busy running errands for her. Once this phase of my training is complete she’s going to have me come up here and help you with human patients.” “Wait.” Emily said confused. “I thought you said you worked at the Pokémon center.” “We are at the Pokémon center.” Anna explained. “Well the first two floors anyway. The third floor is a hostel for Pokémon trainers to sleep and get cleaned up and the fourth floor is where we treat trainers who are injured or sick. You were asleep when the Machokes brought you in on the stretcher.” “What is taking the captain so long?” Dr. Page said. “He’s probably flirting with the interns again.” Anna laughed and said “The captain has always had a way with the ladies.” Emily decided she didn’t like this captain person very much as she imagined him to be some egotistical jerk. Just then the door creaked open and there stood the captain. Emily’s jaw dropped, he was not at all what she had expected. “He’s a Pokémon?” Emily asked in disbelief. The psyduck, known as Captain Waddlesworth, stood there and cocked his head sideways. He was wearing a tiny lab coat and stethoscope around his neck. “Yep.” Dr. Page answered. “The captain and I go way back. He was actually my very first Pokémon. You see psychic Pokémon can be very useful when trained properly in diagnosing illnesses. They can learn to telepathically communicate with your body to find out exactly what’s ailing you. Have you ever been telepathically linked to a Pokémon before?” Emily shook her head.” I’ve only been to the family Dr. in Pallet town, and no Pokémon were involved.” “Ah yes, Pallet town. They are a little behind on the times there. The first time linking with a Pokémon can be a little scary, but try not to fight it. Are you ready?” Emily nodded and laid back down in the bed. Captain Waddlesworth hopped up on the stool next to her and placed a hand on her head and soon Emily’s life was flashing before her eyes. Emily was four years old again as she walked into the kitchen to find her mom crying at the table. Her father had packed his things and up and left in the middle of the night. Next she was six and Ash was teaching her how to ride a bike with no training wheels. Then at eight as her mom was teaching her how to bake cookies when she suddenly collapsed on the ground as she had her first of many seizures. She saw herself getting left behind by her friends while she was stuck at home watching day time talk shows about people falling in love with their Pokémon. Lastly she was back in the Viridian Forest, peeing uncontrollably while someone watched. Emily gasped for air as she found herself back in her hospital bed covered in sweat as tears streamed down her face. Anna rushed over and threw her arms over Emily’s shoulder pulling the shaking girl into a hug. “Hey, don’t cry it’s over. You’re okay, everything’s okay. Shh” Anna whispered in Emily’s ear instantly calming her down some. Captain Waddlesworth hopped down from the stool and touched Dr. Page’s hand. The Doctors’ eyes went blank for a moment as the psyduck reported its findings followed by a yawn as he walked out the door. “The captain has informed me you’re dealing with three kidney stones and a Urinary Tract Infection. Also you have a history of seizures is that correct?” Emily nodded as she shifted in her bed noticing how uncomfortable and wet she felt from sweating. This can happen for a number of reasons like calcium build up, but that doesn’t seem accurate given your age. Have you been holding your bladder for long periods of time?” “No,” Emily answered while Anna answered “Yes.” At the same time causing Emily to blush. “That’s not healthy, you should find someplace to go as soon as you feel the urge. Holding it in for excessive amounts of time can lead to infections, like the one you have now.” Dr. Page scolded. “What we are going to do is hook you up to an IV for 24 hours that will administer a medicine to help break up the stones and also a diuretic to help you pass them, but first let’s get you cleaned up.” The Dr said dropping her voice a bit. “The captain also informed me you’ve had a bit of an accident during the link. Don’t worry though” she quickly added as she noticed Emily’s face losing color. “That can sometimes happen during the first time for those with weak bladders.” Emily lifted up her blanket and peeked inside as her face turned bright red as she confirmed what the dr. said was true. “Anna, would you mind helping her into the shower while I find someone to take care of the bedding?” “No problem.” Anna said as she peeled back Emily’s blanket revealing the large wet patch under the young girls legs. Emily’s face turned a mixture between red and purple as she quickly stared out the window as she wondered “how many times will Anna see me like this.” “Don’t worry. Everyone’s reaction is different during their first link” Dr. Page said trying to cheer her up. “I was the Dr. on call when your brother did his first link. The whole time he kept muttering, “Oohh Gary!” over and over while humping his pillow. It took two days for my intern to stop blushing. Emily finally cracked a smile while Anna led her down the hall to the showers. “Do you need help or do you think you got this?” Anna asked while pulling a towel down and handing it to her. “I got this.” Emily said. “I think I’ve gone through enough embarrassment for one day” she said to herself. “Alright, just yell if you need anything.” Anna said as she walked down the hall to consult with Dr. Page. “Oh, Anna,” the dr said as she saw her coming down the hall. “I just got off the phone with Nurse Joy, while Emily is staying with us, you will be her official sitter. I’ll be placing her on a potent and fast acting diuretic. Given her condition and weak bladder I’ve decided she will need to stay in diapers for the remainder of her stay here. I know she won’t be very happy about this, but please encourage her to go as soon as the urge hits her, or else the infection will just become worse. If you catch her trying to hold it in or if she isn’t going at least once an hour place your hand against her lower abdomen and push down for 30 seconds. This will cause her to involuntarily wet, but use it as a last resort in case it causes her pain. Also, make sure to change her often and use lots of baby powder so she doesn’t develop a rash. Also, if she puts up a fight feel free to use your Pokémon to restrain her.” “Oh, uh, alright.” Anna said trying to take it all in. This was not going to be a fun night.
  5. diapers

    Essentially, (y/c) Kidnaps and regresses via drugs or hypnosis or whatever my character, turning them into a sissy who needs and uses diapers. Surgery is allowed, as well as sexual if you want.
  6. I stayed little longer than most. My younger brother was born when i was 4 and i guess I wanted to be babied too. I remember getting diapered and being changed. I wasn't potty trained until I was 5 and even after that I had a lot of accidents. Mom constantly reminded me to go to the bathroom and I wet the bed until almost 14. As a 7 year old, I started wanting to be a baby again. I talked like a baby, wanted mom to help with my bath and dressing and even intentially did bad on school work to get attention. Now as an adult baby I look back and think thats how i have always been. Just one time I'd like to be changed and rocked and even nursed. I dont see anything changing as I get older!
  7. Hello all, Well it certainly has been a long time since I posted a story on the site and I think that it is long overdue. This is a sequel to a story that I finished 10 years ago- All I Want For Christmas - and it picks up about 4 months after we left Mark and Chloe at the alter. If you want to read the original then it is over on the DD website in the story section; it is also on here but it might take some finding. I have written the entire thing and am in the process of typing it up, it will not be as long as the original but I am going to drip-feed it here to allow you all to digest it in small bites. So, I submit to you the first three chapters of my story, I am always open to constructive criticism and I am happy to answer questions. Please enjoy and, for those of you who followed the orignal, enjoy finding out what happens to our young couple as they live the married life. Enjoy! DC Chapter 1 Chloe sat in the ultrasound waiting room nervously biting on her nails, Mark looked at his wife, smiled to himself and then reached over and pulled her hand from her mouth. ‘Don’t do that baby it is not good for your teeth.’ Chloe smiled nervously and wiped her hands on her jeans. Making sure that they were still alone in the small room, Chloe made eye contact with Mark and with a slight blush asked, ‘what if they see?’ ‘See what princess?’ Mark knew what she was talking about but he couldn’t help playing this little game. Chloe shifted in her seat, cleared her throat and whispered, ‘you know…my nappy. What if they see it and laugh?’ Mark noticed that his wife looked genuinely worried and leaned closer to his wife, he took her hand and kissed the back, ‘don’t worry my darling. I am here and I will not anything happen. It is probably nothing that they haven’t seen before.’ Chloe felt a little eased by Mark’s comments but still felt the nervousness in her tummy. The couple sat in silence as they both thought about what the coming months would bring, today would be the first time that they will see their unborn child and both were very excited about it. Chloe rubbed her tummy and patted it with tenderness before smiling to herself and thinking about the events of the last eighteen months; meeting mark and wetting herself on their first date, discovering Mark’s desire to have a nappied girlfriend, her own journey back into nappies and subsequent reliance upon them and of course their wedding and now unborn child. Chloe remained deep in thought as the nurse entered the waiting area, ‘Chloe Trimble please.’ Chloe looked up, ‘that’s me.’ ‘Right this way please,’ the nurse gestured towards the door that she had just come out of and smiled. Mark and Chloe rose up and followed the nurse’s instructions. Chloe was the first to enter the room and saw the bed lined with blue paper and a huge machine which was full of buttons and a small blank screen. She placed her bag on a vacant chair and removed her coat. ‘Thank you Mrs Trimble. Would you like to pop yourself on the bed and raise your top so that we can have a little look in there,’ said the nurse as she began to press the buttons, ‘Mr Trimble would you like to take a seat in that chair,’ she indicated a chair at the head of the bed. Chloe made her way to the bed and removed her top before sliding onto the blue paper. She noticed that the exposed plastic of her Tena Slip and quickly pushed it back under the waistband of her jeans with an audible crinkle; if the nurse noticed she didn’t say anything. ‘Will this be your first?’ The nurse broke the silence in the room. ‘Yes it is,’ answered Chloe. ‘Wonderful. You both relax, we are just going to be checking on baby’s growth and seeing how many you have in there.’ Mark gave a nervous laugh and the nurse smiled, ‘if you have any questions then please ask them as we go along, otherwise just enjoy seeing your little one for the first time.’ The nurse continued to enter Chloe’s information into the computer. Chloe smiled and felt the butterflies in her tummy return. ‘Would you like any pictures today?’ Mark and Chloe nodded. ‘Okay then, we will see if we can get you a couple of good ones. Now Mrs Trimble, I am going to squirt a little of this jelly on your tummy which will help us see baby better.’ The nurse took out some more of the blue paper and tucked it under the waistband of Chloe’s jeans, Chloe heard the plastic of her nappy rustle and looked at the nurse who said nothing. The nurse applied a liberal amount of warm jelly to Chloe’s tummy and then the wand before pressing it into the skin; instantly the screen came to life with grainy images that meant little to Mark or Chloe. The nurse ran the wand back and forth over Chloe’s skin trying to get a better picture and muttered under her breath about baby hiding, she pressed the wand down a little harder and repeated the same sweeping motion. Chloe, whose eyes were firmly fixed upon the tiny screen, felt her nappy become warm as she realised that litres of water that she had consumed on the advice of her mother were slowly leaking out of her and she could do nothing about it. Chloe felt herself blush but somehow managed to keep her focus on the screen. ‘Ah! There’s the little rascal.’ The nurse’s sudden exclamation made Mark and Chloe jump. On the screen was now the most amazing image that the young couple had ever seen, their tiny baby was coming into view as the nurse explained what they were looking at. ‘Oh wow,’ Chloe managed to squeeze out as she felt warm tears of joy roll down her cheeks. Mark took hold of his wife’s hand and rubbed it with his thumb, ‘look daddy.’ Mark smiled and kissed Chloe’s hand. ‘So this is the head,’ the nurse indicated a tiny white bump, ‘and this is the heart,’ again a tiny white bump but with the unmistakable rhythm of a human heart, ‘shall we give it a listen?’ Mark and Chloe both nodded, the nurse flicked a switch and the small room was filled with the sound of a miniscule heartbeat. ‘Everything looks fine, I just need to add some notes to your file and then you can get back to your day.’ The nurse removed the wand and placed it back in its holder before tearing off yet more blue roll and wiped Chloe’s tummy clean. ‘Thank you,’ said Mark as he gathered their things together and helped Chloe off the bed. The nurse headed out of the room letting Mark and Chloe make their own way to reception. ‘That was unbelievable!’ Squealed Chloe as the made the short walk along the corridor. ‘Yes baby it was. It is hard to believe that you have a little person growing in there.’ Mark rubbed Chloe’s tummy and then pulled her into his arms in a small recess off the corridor and gave her a kiss. ‘I told you that you would be okay.’ ‘Yes you did but she must have known, my nappy was sticking out of the top of my jeans and she must have felt it when she tucked the blue paper in.’ ‘Well baby, if you are that uncomfortable with it then we will put you in knickers for the next scan.’ Chloe felt her face redden once more, ‘well…um…I…I kind of had a little accident when she was looking for the baby.’ Chloe then buried her head in Mark’s chest and then whispered, ‘I’m actually really quite wet. It might have been a big accident.’ Mark already knew that Chloe had wet her nappy during the examination, the amount of water she had consumed made a wet nappy inevitable but he still loved to hear her tell him, ‘not to worry baby, it is not unusual.’ ‘I suppose not,’ said Chloe, ‘it still takes me by surprise from time to time though.’ ‘Well it’s been a long time now, you’ve been in nappies full time for the past nine months and you’re still adjusting. You know that you can still give it up anytime you want don’t you?’ Mark knew that this was an offer that Chloe was unlikely to accept. ‘What you mean like last time when I completely flooded myself within an hour of being out of nappies.’ ‘Well the offer is there for you to take whenever you like princess.’ ‘Let’s face it Mark, my brain seems to have accepted this new arrangement and I don’t know how to tell it otherwise.’ Mark cuddled Chloe again, ‘I know baby but I will help you at every step of the way if you want to give in.’ Chloe just shook her head and enjoyed the warmth of Mark’s cuddle as she felt her nappy grow warm once more as her bladder issued a timely reminder of her nappy dependence. ‘Come on baby, we need to get back to reception.’ Mark took Chloe’s hand and led her along the corridor to the Maternity Reception where the nurse had told them to wait. A few minutes later the nurse appeared and handed Mark the folder and two grainy pictures of the scan, she wished them luck and then returned to her office. Mark continued to lead Chloe through the maze of corridors towards the exit of the hospital, ‘we are going to get you changed before we head off,’ he whispered to Chloe. Mark had spotted the adult changing facility on the way in and took Chloe inside the small room before locking the door behind them. Chloe looked around the room, it looked like a bigger version of a baby changing facility with a counter top, sink, toilet, sanitary bin and a changing station. ‘Pop yourself on her baby girl.’ Mark indicated the adult changing table by patting the mat with his hand. Chloe walked over to Mark, he unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down her thighs before helping her up onto the table. Chloe felt small, she was lying on her back looking at the ceiling whilst Mark began to untape her saturated nappy. ‘Oh wow baby! You really are a wet little girl.’ He tickled the inside of Chloe’s thigh making her giggle a little. Chloe reached out the changing back next to her and pulled out the pictures from the scan, she turned them to many different angles as she felt Mark delicately cleaning her nappy area before sliding out the wet padding from beneath her bottom. ‘Up you go baby.’ Chloe lifted her hips to let Mark slide the fresh nappy underneath her before lowering her hips at his command. She felt the soft, dry padding being pulled up over her vagina and then heard the tapes being applied to secure her dry nappy. Mark helped Chloe to put her jeans back on, disposed of the wet nappy, washed his hands and then led Chloe back out of the room and to the car for their journey home. Chapter 2 Chloe quickly bolted from the bedroom and threw herself down the hallway and into the bathroom; she lunged for the toilet and vomited. Morning sickness was becoming more frequent, she hated starting each day feeling so yucky but many people has assured her that this was a temporary thing. Chloe was trying to focus on positive thoughts as she felt another wave of nausea hit her, she held her head over the toilet and vomited again, as she retched, she felt her already soaked nappy becoming warm as her bladder joined in with the voiding. Kneeling on the floor with her head over the toilet, Chloe felt her nappy fail and the warm wee begin to trickle down the inside of her thighs and pool at her knees; she felt her pyjama bottoms getting wet and began to sob. Chloe pushed herself away from the toilet and sat down on the floor in her saturated nappy which forced more wetness into her pyjamas. She sat, in a pool of her own urine, feeling every bit embarrassed and upset. She was still sobbing quietly as Mark pushed open the door, he took one look at his wife and rushed over to her. ‘Oh baby girl, what has happened?’ Mark sat next to Chloe and put his arms around her. ‘I… I’m a mess. I couldn’t stop it. I was being sick and then I wet myself and then my nappy leaked and…’ Chloe burst into a full scale crying fit which stopped her from finishing her sentence. ‘Oh my beautiful baby girl don’t cry, it is okay, I will make it all better.’ Mark cuddled Chloe even tighter, he kissed her on the top of the head and then made shushing noises in her ear. ‘Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up,’ he said eventually. Chloe nodded and wiped her wet face with the back of her hand, she stood up and heard the dripping as Mark began to help her up. ‘Okay princess, let’s get you in the shower.’ Mark guided Chloe to the shower cubicle and took off her pyjama top, he slid the drenched bottoms down her legs and saw the wettest nappy that he had seen in months. Chloe stood resigned to her situation and let Mark do the work. Mark untapped the nappy, it fell to the tiles with a heavy thud, he moved it to one side with his foot and then helped Chloe into the warm jets of the shower. Mark left Chloe to enjoy the water, he picked up the nappy and rolled it up as best he could, more urine seeped out as he did so but he wasn’t concerned. Chloe’s pyjamas made an improvised mop to clean up the large puddle on the floor, ‘I’ll be right back baby, I am just going to get rid of this nappy and put on the washing.’ He picked up the wet things and left the bathroom. Chloe was enjoying the warm jets of water across her skin, she tilted her head back and let the water cascade down her body. ‘You look like you are enjoying that.’ Mark had returned and was smiling at his wife. ‘Mmmmmm, it is lovely.’ Chloe turned off the shower and took Mark’s outstretched hand to get out of the cubicle, he wrapped her in a fresh towel and led her to the bedroom. Chloe saw all of her clothes laid out on the bed with the usual Tena Slip, ‘ummm, Mark. I don’t think that I want a nappy today.’ Mark looked shocked, ‘er…okay. Are you sure?’ Chloe looked at her husband, she saw the look of concern in his face and tried to look as certain as she could, ‘Yes, I am sure. I just can’t do it Mark, I am not a baby, I’m twenty years old and my morning began with me sitting in a pool of my own piss and crying because I’d wet myself so completely that my nappy had leaked like some toddler. I am a fucking grown woman!’ Chloe felt tears stinging her eyes. ‘I’m sick of not being able to control my own bladder, I’m always wet, I wake up wet, I go to bed wet, I’m even wet between changes sometimes. I must smell like piss all the time.’ Chloe lost control at this point and burst into tears. ‘Oh my poor girl,’ Mark hugged Chloe tightly, ‘I will help you to get better, I promise. It’s going to take some time but it will get better.’ Mark tried to reassure his wife. ‘But it shouldn’t take time Mark, I’m a woman and not a baby learning to toilet train.’ Chloe felt angry with Mark’s lack of faith in her ability. ‘I know that you are not a toddler Chloe but you have been wearing nappies full time for a long time and you’ve just gotten a bit used to them that is all.’ Mark placed his hands on Chloe’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes, ‘we will work on it together.’ Chloe nodded at her husband, ‘I’m sorry Mark, I just can’t do it any more,’ she could see the disappointment in Mark’s eyes. ‘I know that it is what you want but I am so tired of not being able to stay dry or walking around stinky because I’ve messed my nappy. I need to feel like a grown up again.’ Mark cuddled Chloe again, ‘I understand. I will put the nappy away.’ Mark picked up the Tena Slip and returned it to the wardrobe, he reached to the top shelf and found a bag at the back containing Chloe’s knickers, ‘you’re going to need these,’ he said as he tossed them on the bed. Chloe watched the contents of the bag spill onto the bed and Mark walk off down the hallway to get a shower. She sat on the edge of the bed still sobbing and feeling awful about what had just happened, she reassured herself about her decision and resolved to regain her control. Chloe dried away her tears and tipped the remaining contents of the bag onto the bed; for the first time in forever she was about to wear knickers. Chapter 3 Chloe sat at the breakfast table checking her phone as Mark came through from the bedroom, she smiled at him as he got closer, ‘the kettle’s just boiled; would you like coffee?’ ‘Sure,’ he said, ‘are you feeling any better?’ Mark sat in the chair opposite Chloe. ‘Yes I am. I am sorry about before and thank you for being so understanding.’ Chloe kissed Mark as she went to the kitchen. She was finding it strange to not hear the crinkle as she walked around or to feel the bulk of wet padding between her legs that had so often made her waddle. Chloe had just entered the kitchen when the alarm went off on her phone, ‘oh! Excuse me.’ Chloe hurried down the hallway and into the bathroom, she slid her jeans and knickers down her legs and sat on the toilet: nothing happened. Chloe looked down at the knickers between her legs and smiled as she saw that they were still dry, she gave a small push and a tiny trickle of wee made its way into the toilet bowl. Chloe felt very proud of herself and couldn’t help but recall the old Huggies advert jingle, ‘I’m a big kid now’ she quietly sang to herself. Chloe finished up and walked back along to the kitchen. Mark watched Chloe walk down the hallway with a smile on her face, ‘well? Did you make it?’ Chloe smiled again, ‘yes I did!’ ‘Well done,’ Mark paused, ‘and how often is your alarm set to go off?’ Chloe blushed, ‘um… every half an hour.’ ‘You know, we could get you some pull ups to help you with the transition, they will hold any little accidents that you might have.’ Chloe thought for a moment, she knew deep down that Mark was right and that it was a sensible suggestion but her stubbornness would not allow her to accept, ‘no thank you, I am a grown woman and I wear knickers, not nappies or pull ups.’ Mark couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘okay baby but if you don’t do so well then you will be wearing pull ups or even nappies once more. I understand what you want to do but I am not going to be happy if you start to leave puddles everywhere.’ Chloe felt thoroughly chastised, she reconsidered the option of using pull ups but dismissed the idea by telling herself that she would not fail, ‘I will be fine, you will see. No more nappies for me!’ Chloe stuck out her tongue and then headed into the kitchen to make coffee. Mark smiled to himself, he was anticipating many accidents as Chloe tried to regain control and was deep in thought as she brought back the coffee. ‘Here you go.’ Chloe placed the hot coffee in front of him. ‘Thank you princess.’ Mark lifted the cup to his lips and carefully sipped the hot liquid, ‘so, what would you like to do today?’ Chloe thought as she sipped her own coffee, ‘I’m not really sure, I kind of want to be at home a little more today,’ Chloe made a gesture to her crotch hoping that Mark would understand. Mark looked confused for a moment, ‘oh… oh yes. I understand. You’re frightened that you might wet yourself or something.’ Chloe blushed deeply, ‘Mark! I’m just… I mean…I…’ ‘It’s fine princess, I get it. We will stay here.’ ‘I’m sorry, it is just a little embarrassing you know.’ Chloe broke eye contact with Mark and stared at her coffee. Mark got up from his chair and walked around to the other side of the table, he stood behind Chloe and put his arms around her shoulders in a loose cuddle around her neck. He kissed Chloe on the cheek and laid his head on her shoulder, ‘you know that you don’t have to be embarrassed don’t you?’ ‘I know.’ ‘It’s going to take some time, expect accidents and please don’t try to hide it from me.’ ‘I won’t’ ‘I love you Mrs Trimble, you mean the world to me and I am here for you one hundred percent.’ Mark pecked Chloe on the cheek again, ‘now, would you like some breakfast?’ ‘Yes please.’ Mark stood up and headed to the kitchen, he surveyed the fridge and then the food cupboards, ‘I’ve got bacon and eggs or cereal.’ He called through the door. ‘Can I have scrambled eggs and toast please?’ She called back. ‘Sure thing gorgeous. You want juice?’ ‘Yes please.’ Mark set to work cooking the breakfast, he decided to have the same thing so that he didn’t have to cook separate meals. Chloe entered the kitchen carrying her empty coffee cup as he started making toast, ‘Hi hun.’ ‘Hey, I am just getting some more coffee.’ ‘Okay baby.’ Chloe poured herself some coffee from her own pot of decaffeinated and then left Mark to carry on cooking. ‘Just a few more minutes princess,’ Mark called to Chloe as she headed out of the door. ‘Okay daddy’ Chloe replied as she returned to her seat. Mark finished cooking the eggs, he served them onto plates and then carried them back to the table, as he entered the room, Chloe’s alarm went off again. ‘Sorry, be right back,’ Chloe said as she rushed down the hallway and into the bathroom. She repeated the steps from her last trip to the toilet but still nothing happened. She returned to the table to see that Mark had set out juice and condiments. ‘All okay princess?’ ‘Yes thanks,’ Chloe sat down, ‘this looks wonderful.’ Chloe picked up her cutlery and began to eat. Mark and Chloe sat in silence as they each ate their breakfasts, Chloe drained her juice and after she finished her eggs she turned her attention back to the coffee. Mark watched his wife and wondered how long it would be before her high coffee and juice intake took its toll on her bladder. ‘So have you looked at any of the houses that I showed you?’ ‘No not yet but I think that we should make a move before I am too heavily pregnant.’ ‘I completely agree princess, we just need to agree on the property now.’ ‘It’s out there somewhere.’ Chloe sighed. ‘Here, let’s have a look.’ Mark pushed his plate to one side and picked up his iPad, he navigated to the saved tabs and slid the device over to Chloe. ‘I am not going to tell you which one I like best so you can have a look whilst I clear the table.’ Mark gathered the plate and now empty drinks containers and headed to the kitchen. Chloe quickly became engrossed in the houses on the screen and barely noticed Mark re-enter the room, he stood behind her and put his head on her shoulder, ‘I liked that one too.’ ‘Mark!’ she screamed, ‘you scared the shit out of me.’ Mark slapped Chloe’s wrist, ‘you do not use language like that young lady.’ Chloe dropped the iPad onto the table and rubbed her wrist, ‘I am sorry daddy,’ she said meekly, ‘you scared me. I was really interested in this house.’ Chloe picked up the tablet again and swiped through the pictures, ‘I really like this one.’ Mark smiled, ‘yes, me too. It looks perfect for what we need and it has so much space outside.’ ‘I love the master bedroom,’ Chloe swiped back to the relevant picture, ‘look at the windows and the room around the bed and it has got an en-suite and…oh no!’ Chloe dropped the tablet to the table and pushed her chair back, she jammed her hands quickly into her crotch. Mark looked down to see the growing wet spot make its way down his wife’s legs. ‘It won’t stop!’ Chloe yelled as she ran down the hallway to the bathroom.
  8. In episode 4 of Stranger Things El makes a bully wet his pants with her mind.
  9. Here is a story I wrote for the abdlstoryforum.info Halloween contest. Sashabutters and WBDaddy posted theirs, so I am doing this. Feedback is very much encouraged. Redeeming Clara 1. Hanging Out In a New Body The Halloween party ended and I moved on to my next host. I woke up unable to breathe, my neck on fire from the pain and my feet dangling from the floor. I looked down, my vision skewed by my twisted neck, and saw I was hanging ten feet above the floor. I reached to my neck and I realized my new host had just hung herself. “Clara,” I croaked. “Please get me down.” Clara flew up to get to me. She was still red, but not as red as she was last time. Her wings were bat-like and the wind of her flight buffeted me, sending waves of pain through my neck. She examined the noose and flew up to banister and lowered me to the floor. I untied what looked like an orange extension cord from my neck and straighted my head with a crack. My broken neck healed and I fell to the ground with a squish, but I could breathe. I took deep breaths and exhaled and then my senses were restored to me. For one, I could smell and I smelled and felt the poop in my pants. Clara grinned at me, but her fangs really made her seem more scary than jovial. “She killed herself, or would have if you haven’t jumped in to save her. Humans always poop themselves when they die. Bailey, we go through this every time.” She then held my chin up in her hand and force me to look at her. “Are my horns gone now? I really want to wear my halo again. I make a poor guardian angel for you without it.” “They are smaller, but you are still a demon. ‘Go ahead and kill yourself, Bailey,’ you said. ‘No one likes you anyway,’ you said and then we jumped off the bridge.” Clara frowned. “I thought you’d jump in and save me and then I’d show you what it was like if you were never born. It worked in the movies.” “You are a supernatural being and you get your advice from cheesy Christmas movies. You can’t do that. Besides, this is a Halloween story. And that is why you are now a demon and why I have to jump from body to body like a suicide version of Jonathan Archer.” Clara sighed. “Jonathan Archer is Star Trek. You are thinking Scott Bakula.” I glared at my guardian demon. “Well you know the drill. You got to fix this one.” She pointed at me in my new body. “Remember, we only have until Halloween.” She spun around and with a puff of noxious black smoke, she disappeared. I walked up the stairs to change my pants. I tried the doors until I found a bathroom and then slowly removed my smelly jeans and panties. The jeans were nice Seven jeans and the panties were once nice and silky, but the lump of poop in the seat and the wetness sure did nothing to help them. I dumped the poop in the toilet, threw all the clothes in a heap on the floor and took a long, long shower. Once clean, I looked in the mirror. There was no steam on the mirror which I thought odd. I was naked and my skin was red from the shower heat. Not, as read as Clara’s, but red none-the-less. There was a prominent white ring around my neck from the extension cord. The last thing I wanted was to spend time in a mental hospital and have to wait until next Halloween to move on. Two hosts ago, it took me five years to solve her issues. Her hair was blonde, where my real hair, which I hadn’t seen in twenty years was a mousy brown. I wondered what this girl’s problem was. What could be so bad as to make her want to kill herself? I turned and walked naked throughout the house looking for my bedroom. The house was huge. She was a rich girl. I counted six bedrooms before I found one with Seven jeans in the closet. Clothes from Nordstrom’s and Macy’s abounded. A queen bed sat on a platform by the window and two stairs led down to an area with a desk and computer and another area with a small entertainment system. It wasn’t the master bedroom. That was down the hall and had been large enough to park a Mercedes. I grabbed some clothes and dressed, then ran out to clean up. The clothes from the bathroom quickly went into a hamper in my bedroom. The extension cord went into the garage and then I noticed the yellow puddle in the atrium where I had peed while swaying from the rope. I went to the bathroom and got a towel and was about to come downstairs and wipe it up when I saw a woman standing there looking at the puddle. “Maria, are you having trouble getting to the bathroom again?” She was blonde with gray streaks starting to blend in. It made her seem stately rather than old. I am sure she would have dyed it otherwise. She looked like an older version than my new body. “Um, I…,” I looked at the towel in my hand and then at the woman. “It was just an accident,” I said. The woman turned and picked up a cardboard box. I knelt down to clean up the puddle, but she shook her head. “Let Leticia clean that up. Come on upstairs to your room.” I followed her upstairs and sat on the bed. The woman sat beside me. She started to open the box. “I think that you should start wearing diapers today instead of tomorrow.” I looked around panicked. “Surely, I am too old for diapers. I don’t need them.” The woman looked sad. “Maria, the school complained about your accidents. I had to go to a parent teacher conference about it, This is serious and we only have to do this until we figure out what is wrong.” She pulled out a diaper and stretched it out. “Please take off your pants and panties and let’s get this done now.” The diaper was huge. I had never really been around babies that much and I didn’t know what to expect. But I pulled off my pants and panties to lie on the bed. Clara appeared and just watched me. She was doubled over with laughter. I was getting angry. “Too bad your hosts weren’t diapered.” She then howled with laughter. I was worried the woman would hear. The woman did not seem to notice. She positioned the diaper, poured a bit of powder inside and taped me up. Then she helped me into a sitting position. “It’s not so bad,” she said. “No one at your school will notice a thing.” She picked up my discarded clothes and walked across the room to the hamper. Clara was still rolling on the floor laughing, and the woman just walked through her. She opened the hamper to through my jeans and panties inside. As she opened the lid, her nose wrinkled. She dropped the clothes, but said nothing about the smell of the mess inside other than remark. “I’ll have Leticia do your laundry a day early.” She left me alone with Clara in just a diaper and t-shirt. 2. Off to School With My Guardian Demon I awoke to flapping sounds. Clara’s batwings fanned the sheets off me, leaving me in just a diaper and a shirt. “Hey,” I yelled and grabbed the sheets to cover myself and then reached over to turn on the lights so I could see her. She pointed to the nightstand clock that showed 7:29 am. “You are forgetting that I am a fallen angel.” The clock ticked to 7:30 am and the alarm started blaring. I glared at Clara and then sat up angry. “I hate you,” I said. I threw the sheets back aside and stumbled into the en suite bathroom, pulled off the still-dry diaper and took off my shirt. By the time I took a shower, I was calmed down and ready to get this host over with. I looked in the mirror and got a good look at myself. Maria had blonde hair, but it was straight and thin. She was also very pale. That was a problem because the red rope burn around my neck showed what the girl had tried to do to herself before I was sent to save her. I came back into the bedroom and started looking in the closet. Maria had a lot of clothes, but not much to look at. I looked at the jeans. All of them were baggy mom jeans. The girl was what? A teenager at the very least and she dressed like an old woman. I found a pair of pink pants and a black t-shirt and then found underwear in her drawer. I dressed and looked in the mirror. That nasty red mark on my neck still showed. “Your new mother isn’t going to approve of that outfit,” said Clara. “Why?” I asked. I grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around my neck to hide the mark. “Just wait.” The demon snapped her fingers and the door opened. The mom stood in the doorway. “Wow. You are up already? Usually I have to drag you out of bed.” She looked at my outfit. “You look nice today. I shrugged. “I woke up before my alarm rang and couldn’t get back to sleep.” “Well come down for breakfast. Carlos is going to be surprised when I ask him to put out another plate for you at breakfast.” I went ahead of her out the door and felt at tap at my butt. “You aren’t wearing your new underwear.” “She means your diaper,” said Clara. “I know what she means, Clara,” I said. The mother looked worried. “Who are you talking to?” she asked. I felt panicked. “Um, no one.” “Well, lie down on the bed. I don’t want to send Jimmy to your school to bring you more clothes. Wednesday he had to bring them twice. This needs to stop and that is why the doctor suggested diapers until we figure out what is wrong.” “Fine,” I said and went to lie on the bed. The change done, I pulled my pink pants back up and looked in the mirror. I was surprised the diaper didn’t show. Maybe it was because this was a new butt, but I couldn’t tell if it looked bigger or not. I walked out of my room to the dining room. The dining room was a weird experience. The table looked like it could hold a state dinner. I think there were twenty chairs on each side of the table. The mother took a seat at the end and I sat to her right. Only her place was set. A Hispanic man in a chef’s outfit carried in a silver covered platter and put before her. When he pulled away the cover there were stacks of bacon and a pile of scrambled eggs. He looked at me. “Should I bring some plates for you, Miss Maria?” “Maria actually got out of bed this morning,” said the mother. She had a big smile on her face. Carlos went out the door and returned with a place setting. He then served the food on our plates. I just wolfed down the food. I was starved. I wondered why Maria didn’t always wake for breakfast. It would probably make her more mellow. “What did you do with my daughter?” asked the mother. Was I spotted? I looked to Clara for help. She just shrugged. Carlos stood by the door smiling. The mother smiled too. “I don’t know what it was, but I am glad you are eating again. It’s been almost a month since you lost your appetite. The doctor said he was worried.” So Maria wasn’t eating. This was weird. The last time I was in an anorexic girl, I never felt hungry. I had been starving. I stood. “I am going to get my school stuff,” I said. “Jimmy will bring your car around.” I ran up to my room. “Sweet,” I said. “My own car.” I went through the room and finally found my school bag and opened it up. Everything was there and all the notebooks were organized. My phone lay on the table and I checked it. I didn’t know the pin code, but my fingerprint was all I needed to unlock it. The to do app had all my homework assignments. None of the assignments were finished that were due today. Of course. Maria didn’t need to do her homework because she thought she was committing suicide. And now I had to both figure out what she was learning and then try to get it done before class. I carried my bag downstairs and went out the door to drive to school, but then I was shocked. There wasn’t a sports car which I expected a rich girl to have, but a car that looked like it came out of a movie. There was a man in a black uniform and wearing a visored hat standing next to the car. He held the suicide door open waiting for me to get in. I looked at Clara, but she just flew into the backseat. The man didn’t even flinch as her batwings just passed through his body. I climbed in after her. “Do you have everything for school this time?” asked the man. His nametag said Jimmy. I nodded and he shut the door and walked around to the driver’s seat. He got in and looked back at me. “After I drop you off at school, I’ll deliver your supplies to the school nurse. Go there if you need a change.” I blushed really hard, or I think I did. My face sure felt hot. I reached for my scarf, but thought better of it and put my hands in my lap. I stayed quiet until I got to school. 3. I left for the school building as soon as Jimmy opened the door for me. My meticulously drawn up schedule led me to the right classroom where I sat down. A blonde girl in a cheerleading outfit leaned over my desk. “Pass over the math homework and I might let you in the bathroom today.” “What?” I asked. “Math homework, or you will have pissy pants again today.” She sneered and a few other girls around her giggled. I went through my bag and took out my math book. Inside, a paper said what homework problems to do, but only the first one was complete. “I didn’t finish.” The cheerleader was livid. She grabbed my hair and dragged me out of the classroom. Six other cheerleaders followed in her wake as she pulled me into the bathroom. Two snapped my head back over the sink. Another pulled out a towel and put it over my shirt and then she stuck her fingers in my mouth and pulled it open. A bottle of bottled water was produced and shoved in my mouth, my nose was held and I was forced to drink the liquid. After drinking two bottles of water, I was let up and my mouth was dried with the towel and I was led back to the classroom. By then, the teacher had entered and it was time for class to start. Math class was boring. Since neither the cheerleader or me had completed the homework, we were called upon and I had no clue what I was doing and I was smart. But I forgot how to do a derivative since I didn’t have a smart enough host to take calculus in quite a while. Then all that water hit and I really had to pee. I frowned, and crossed my legs. The diaper didn’t help. But I waited and held it and waited and held it and managed until the bell rang. Then I couldn’t get up soon enough. When I stood I crossed my legs a bit to keep from leaking and then I swiftly walked toward the bathroom. The cheerleader kept up with me and when I got to the door, she put a hand on the door so I couldn’t pull it open. “I really need to use the bathroom, so please move.” She looked at me like I said the stupidest thing ever. “You know the rules. You disobey me and you don’t use the bathroom.” More girls came to use the bathroom, so the cheerleader pulled the door open and let them pass, but her hand grabbed tightly to my wrist. “Let go of me,” I said through clenched teeth. I looked around for Clara , but she was nowhere to be seen. “Sure,” said my tormentor. She pulled me along with her into a new classroom. “I can’t believe you want me to vape with you in the bathroom later. I am a good girl,” she said. The teacher gave me a dirty look. I just sat in a desk. There was no homework in senior English, but it was a bunch of boring poems. I tried to pay attention to the differences between Keats and Shelley, but my need to pee distracted me to no end. Finally I raised my hand. “Maria?” “May I be excused to use the restroom?” The cheerleader put her pen in her mouth and pretended to vape with it. “Have a good vape break, Maria.” The teacher was not amused. “No, Maria, you cannot leave my classroom for you to go vape.” “But I really have to pee.” My pants dug into my bladder. The water was starting to take it’s toll. “You can go after class, Maria.” I sighed and went back to being bored by Keats and Shelley. I was going to pee. Clara came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. “Just slowly let it out. Don’t let it out too quickly or you might leak.” I looked at her. “I’m not going to wet my pants,” I whispered. I felt a trickle escape. She rubbed my back. “It’s okay. Just relax.” I closed my eyes and let the inevitable happen. It was so warm. Hot water exploded around my privates and I bit my tongue to keep from moaning in relief. I tried to stay still and listen as my urethra muscles decided to go on strike. I would not give the cheerleader the pleasure of knowing she made me wet in diapers for the first time since I was a baby. Wetness continued to leak out of me until I was empty and I felt the hot blanket of the diaper pressing against my skin. I had just wet my pants in class and I suddenly knew why I was here. Bullying. This was why Maria killed herself. This was why she was wearing diapers. I had the feeling this was not the first time that Maria had wet herself in class. I looked around. The cheerleader was looking at me expectedly. She was staring at my crotch. I looked down, knowing that the wet diaper beneath my clothes had to be obvious, but I really couldn’t tell. But I was still overwhelmed and I just wanted to cry. I never faced anything like this and my punishments for jumping off that bridge with Clara were really bad. I had experienced being shamed, being called a slut, fat, and stupid. There was even one poor girl who killed herself because she was afraid of a math final. That one was easy. I just took and aced the final and moved on to the next body, but this girl—I was at a loss to find the answer and after being force to wear and use a diaper, this affected me as well. I tried to look at the head cheerleader out of the corner of my eyes and caught her looking at my pants. She was probably waiting for me to have an accident. I turned away and ignored her. “Now class,” said the teacher, “for homework you will write a two page story inspired by Bright Star by Keats turn it into class in the morning. That means the beginning of class, Amy.” I looked around for the student that the teacher was pointing out and saw the blushing cheerleader who was tormenting me. Clara raised a finger in a shame, shame motion toward Amy and then giggled. I was too cross to giggle with her. The bell rang and she stopped goofing off as I stood up. Then she was all professional. “Your next class is Physics, but you probably want to divert by the nurses office.” I walked out in the heard of students while Clara carried my schedule and the map of the school. “Let’s stop by a bathroom so I can change,” I said. She pointed at a group of cheerleaders standing by the ladies room door. “Yeah, we are going to the nurse’s.” I let her take my hand and lead me to the nurses office. Clara didn’t even blink as she walked through other students standing beside me, but I kept stopping expecting her to be bounced out of her purposeful passage. I walked into the nurses office and the nurse looked at me. “Oh, Maria, did you have another accident?” “No,” I said and then felt the diaper around me. The hotness had cooled a bit, but I had endured the strange rubbing of my privates with each step. “I just need a change and I can’t manage it myself in the bathroom.” Yes, change me like a baby, I thought. I was at my lowest, even lower than the events that made me jumped of the bridge with Clara. The nurse laid me down on a little cot and then helped me out of my jeans. I then lay down with my eyes closed wishing I was somewhere else. I felt the now familiar rustling of plastic, the too-cool cleansing of the wipe, and then the dry paper feeling of the diaper pulled between my legs. Four tapes held it on my and then I was on my feet, bending over to pull my pants up. I buckled and then frowned at the nurse. “Thanks for the help. I am just overwhelmed by all this.” “No problems. Come to the office any time you need to. Your driver left me a whole bag of incontinence pants for you. I don’t mind helping you. And don’t you think this is better than having to wear your gym shorts as pants three times last week?” I looked down at the floor. Three times in a week? What had happened? She handed me a pink hall pass. “Give this to Mrs. Sullivan so she’ll let you in class.” I grabbed it and let Clara guide me to class. 3. Discovery “What did you get yourself into, Bailey?” I asked as I looked through the lab manual. The boy next to me wore a football jersey with the school colors on it. He looked at me like I was strange. “Who is Bailey? I’m Robbie.” “Sorry, I was just thinking out loud. I am just confused by this lab experiment. I am not even sure where to start.” “Well, we start on the roof.” He picked up a box that was on the table and motioned me to proceed him into the hall. No one else left the classroom. The others had ramps and blocks, springs, pendulums, and balances. I looked at Clara and she nodded. “While you were absorbed in the lab book, the teacher was giving each team their instructions.” “So why do we need to climb up to the roof? Do you remember what happened on that bridge?” “You are talking out loud,” she warned. “You read the experiment,” said Robbie. “We need to throw various objects off the roof and time their decent. Like Galileo did? I didn’t know he threw things off a bridge.” We went to the stairs until they got to the third floor landing. At the top was a ladder set into the wall. The first step was about four feet above the floor. Above, was a trapdoor that was opened. “Are you sure students are supposed to climb up here?” I asked. “We got special permission from the teacher. Go on. I will be behind you to catch you if you fall.” He made his hands into a step and I put a foot in them and stepped up. I caught the stair and his hand touched my butt as I struggled to get to the first step. I got a hold of the step and started to climb. I hoped he didn’t feel the diaper through my pants. We got to the top and then he pulled up the box from a rope behind us. Inside was a giant bell hanging from the center of the room. We walked to an opening and could see quite a bit of the grounds of the school. He took a stopwatch and his notebook and handed me the first object. It was a small metal ball about the size of a baseball. “Is that a cannonball?” ask Clara. “Yes, Maria. Galileo threw cannonballs from the bell tower when he did this experiment. Throw it down and we will time it’s decent.” I shrugged. This was unreal. Schools don’t normally allow such cool things like this. I was so excited I missed that he heard Clara and answered her. I threw the ball from the bell tower. “Two point five seconds,” he said and wrote it down. He handed me a golfball. “Two point five seconds.” A whiffle ball. “Two point five seconds.” A paratrooper toy. I threw down the paratrooper toy. It was just like a regular GI Joe toy, but this one had a plastic parachute. The parachute filled and it went to the ground. “Ten seconds.” He handed me an ostrich feather. “Twenty seconds. That’s the last thing.” “I wish we could through Amy from this tower,” I said. “Bailey, don’t,” said Clara. Robbie smiled. “You right to be mad at her. The whole school knows she had the other cheerleaders keep you out of the bathrooms so you wet yourself. That’s why you are wearing that diaper, isn’t it?” I looked at him with surprise. “Clara, a forgetfulness charm,” I hissed at her. She stood in front of him with her batwings outspread as she reached into her miracle bag. “I won’t tell,” he said. “You got her worried about something.” I waved Clara off. “Go on.” “I don’t know what her deal is. It’s over the line doing that to another student.” He looked longingly at me. “At least you don’t have to date Amy. I’d rather date you because you are smart.” “You are dating Amy?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. “The quarterback of the football team always dates the head cheerleader in high school. That’s what my mother and father say. They were quarterback and head cheerleader in high school.” He shrugged. “Amy sure is dull. AP Physics is the only class I have without Amy. That and football practice, but the cheerleaders are right next to us then.” He took my hand but thought better about it. He looked at me instead. “I’m sorry about the diaper and her making you wet your pants for a whole month straight. He looked down from the bell tower. We better get our experimental items and return to class. We went down the ladder and he helped me to the ground when we got to the third floor landing. We went out the first floor door and picked up our toys. The cannonball and the paratrooper toy were the best. I wondered why this school was so cool, except for an angry cheerleader who made other students wet their pants. Back in class we had to answer our workbook questions. We weren’t allowed to do that part together, so I did it by myself. “Why did the paratrooper and the feather fall at a different time than the other objects?” I put something about air resistance. I finished the paper and turned it in and sat beside Robbie. Just then the bell rang. I started to get up, but everyone else was seated. Robbie looked at me. “It’s just the announcements period.” “That’s right,” I said. We set and gossiped, but then the loudspeaker started to blare. Everyone stood and I stood a second later. Someone lead the Pledge of Allegiance and then we all sat down. “South High Students, this Friday is Halloween and we are too old for trick or treating, and too young for bar-hopping. Instead we are having a high school dance. Wear your most scariest costume and the winning boy and girl will be crowned Halloween King and Queen.” I leaned over and looked at Robbie. “I wish you could take me.” He looked back at me. “I was going to go with Amy...” I shrugged and gave a disappointed look. “...but, why not. It’s not homecoming or prom. Maria, will you be my date for the Halloween dance?” Amy was going to be so mad at me, but Maria deserved this night of fun. What was the worse thing that could happen? “Of course I will go to the Halloween dance with you,” I said. 4. Thrifting I had never been dropped off at a Goodwill in a chauffeured Rolls, but a driver and a blonde body was a new thing for me. “What are we doing here?” asked Clara. She stretched out her bat-wings. Her horns were less prominent today and they were getting smaller and smaller. Soon her halo would fit. “What are we doing here?” asked Jimmy. He straighened his chauffeur's cap and held the door for me. “I am buying a Halloween costume for the dance.” “This is a thrift store. The Halloween store is in the old closed Macy’s at the mall,” said Jimmy. “I don’t want to be a slutty (insert name of occupation).” “You can always be a sexy or trampy (insert name of occupation),” said Clara. “So what are you looking for? Who are you going to be?” asked Jimmy. “I don’t know. Let me look for something.” I walked away from the car and started to look around. The trucker hats were picked over. This was not a very good Goodwill. All the crap was gone. This was a Goodwill in an upscale neighbor hood. However, something did jump out on me. It was a nightgown with an ugly neck. I shrugged, held it up, and it looked like it would fit me. “That looks awful,” said Clara. “What are you going for? Old lady?” I shrugged. “It is ugly, but it looks just like something a Regan from the Exorcist wore.” “Who’s Regan? The President?” It was give or take if Clara would get a pop culture reference. I hoped the other students at school would understand it. That movie came out way before I was born. “It’s a horror movie character about a girl possessed by a demon,” I explained. “Demons are fallen angels. They don’t go around possessing people. Well, not usually. A guardian angel would have to be a really big failure to allow that to happen.” She then blushed. “A bigger failure than me anyway.” I shrugged. “Well, it’s just a movie. That’s what we humans think of when we think of Halloween monsters.” Clara sighed. “Well find out what you need and we can make a costume.” # I had the costume laid out on my bed. Tomorrow was Halloween and I was all ready to leave. Spending the entire week in diapers had been a pain in the butt, aside from Amy being really angry that I wasn’t having public accidents despite her and the other cheerleaders guarding the bathrooms. “So what is the green baby food for?” Clara asked. I looked at Clara. Her batwings were folded and her horns had shrunk to bare nubs, but her skin was still a dark red that highlighted sharp and fierce features. “It’s to stain the nightgown so I look like Regan. Otherwise, I’ll just be a girl who wore her grandmother’s nightie to the school dance.” I walked over the the TV and flicked it on and then got the set top box remote and scrolled through the horror movies. Clara scooted next to me, just as I picked out a movie. We watched the Exocist and then I educated Clara on horror movies. We got through Jason, Freddie, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre before I was a drooling wreck in Clara’s lap where I slept until Halloween morning. # “Wake up, Miss Maria,” said Leticia. “If you want to have breakfast, we start in half an hour.” I had been eating like crazy. I sat up and rubbed my stomach and hoped I wasn’t making Maria fat. “I’ll be down for breakfast. I am just going to have my shower.” I stood up and remembered my nighttime attire, but Leticia only blushed and left. I went into the bathroom to shower. I pulled off my dry diaper I wore to bed and kicked it into the trash and then used the toilet. So far I hadn’t had to poop at school, and I didn’t intend on messing in my new school-time underwear. I through on a bra and my diaper and then went to the closet and chose a black skirt. I had found an orange t-shirt that showed various tools and weapons along with instructions on what to do if there was a zombie apocalypse. That done, I left for school. 5. Halloween Day The halls were festooned with Halloween decorations. Twist of orange and black crepe paper streamed across the halls and around the classroom doors, As I walked past the gymnasium, I saw that it was all decorated for the dance as well. The basketball hoops were cranked up so they were out of the way and orange and black streamers decorated the gym. Tables with confetti ghosts and pumpkins scattered on top surrounded the edge allowing a natural dance floor to form in front of the stage. It was going to be fun tonight.Amy bumped into me outside the math classroom. She pushed me back into a locker. “How are you holding it? I have all the bathrooms guarded, so you can’t use them.” I shrugged. “Maybe your friends aren’t as loyal to you as you thought. Or maybe they don’t have a pee fetish like you who get off on watching other girls pee their panties?” “That bitch Amanda is letting you go. She thinks she can be head cheerleader if I become ineligible because you are getting me zeros on my homework.” “Well she was kind enough to let me use the restroom so I didn’t mess my pants. You are making me very unpopular in this school.” I noticed that I didn’t have any friends. I had been relying on Clara for more and more and I finally realized she replaced any friends I had. We had to finish our mission before I was totally dependent on Clara. I poked me hard in the stomach. “You better start working on my homework. I am going to take care of Amanda.” She left. Math actually went by normally. English was normal too. We had finished with Keats and Shelley and moved on to MacBeth. I learned that wasn’t by coincidence. The teacher that wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom wanted the witches scene from Macbeth to coincide with Halloween. I looked over to wear the cheerleaders sat beside me. Amanda couldn’t sit still and she looked super pale. She wore gray leggings and I knew she had to be regretting that choice. Amy was smiling, but the other cheerleaders were subdued. I think Amy crossed the line by trying to deny Amanda the bathroom. However, I didn’t stay to watch the show. I just moved on to Physics. I made a beeline to Robbie and sat next to him. “We on for tonight?” He smiled. “Of course we are.” “What did Amy say?” I asked. There have been no repercussions about me asking Robbie to the dance. None at all. “Listen,” he said. “I asked you. I didn’t ask Amy and didn’t consult with her. I will pick you up at seven.” “I got a really spooky costume,” I said. “I am going as Tony Romo,” he said. “He is a football player, isn’t he?” I asked. Robbie nodded. “I thought you would go as a scientist or something. You know, from our conversations over the last couple days.” I wondered if his being smart was just a ploy. I hoped him asking me out wasn’t just a ploy. What if he asked me out just to humiliate me and Amy knew it so that is why she was being so quiet about it? “My friends wouldn’t get a science reference.” He then looked at me. “Well except for you.” He smiled at me and then reached over to take my hand under the table, but then folded his hands together and put them in front of him at his spot on the lab table. He didn’t talk to me for the rest of the class period. Boring physics just went on and on. I took notes the best I could and tried to make them readable so that Maria would be able to use them. Finally, the bell rang for lunch. I stood, but Robbie stopped me. “Be sure to be ready at seven. It will be so much fun to have a date that I really like.” He smiled and I smiled back. I ran out the door because I knew I had to pee and I wanted a clean diaper before I had to go eat lunch. I decided to try the bathroom, but was thwarted when I got there. Amanda stood in front of me. She wasn’t wearing her gray leggings. Instead she wore her PE shorts. She pushed me in the chest so I couldn’t get by her. “You aren’t using the bathroom today, especially after you told Amy I let you in.” She looked down. “Amy kept me out of the bathroom in punishment.” I looked at her again. A blue flowing shirt did not match the bright red PE shorts she wore. “Oh my gosh, you wet your pants today.” She gave me an angry look. “Shush.” “I don’t know why we allow Amy to bully us,” I said. “Of course we know why,” said Amanda. “She found your lost cell phone and used it to take the photos that became the sexting scandal. If we don’t play along, she’ll reveal everything, so please do her homework. I should have never let her convince me to let her take those sexy pictures of me. “Which is why I can’t tell on her for making me pee myself all the time,” I said. “Maria, you got to do something. I’m so afraid those pictures will come out and I’ll get…we’ll get put on a list and have to live under an overpass.” Clara looked over at me. “How do you stop a blackmailer?” I shrugged. “I still won’t do her homework,” I said. “So keep peeing yourself then,” said Amanda. I turned and walked toward the nurse’s office. # “So we can’t tell on Amy,” I said, “even if it wouldn’t brand Maria as a snitch, it’s her old phone with the sexing pictures and if Amy thinks she is losing control….” “She’ll arrange for a principal to find the lost phone and realize there are bad pictures on there. Ones that she took, by the way.” I got to the door of the nurse’s office and relaxed as I wet my diaper. I knocked and looked at the nurse as she opened the door. “I had another accident today,” I said. She opened the door, and let me in. “Maria, we got to stop this. The diapers are supposed to be only for just in case. You know you can become dependent on them?” I did not know that. “I couldn’t make it,” I said as I hopped up on the cot in the nurses office. She lifted my skirt and smiled. “The skirt makes it easier,” she said. “I didn’t think about that,” I answered. She quickly changed me and then set me on my way. No one sat with me as I took my lunch in the cafeteria. I sat alone until the bell range before heading to health class. I sat down and then Amy sat next to me. “So are you going to the dance tonight?” she asked. I nodded. “Well be sure you vote my costume as the best, or else.” I frowned. “Are you going to let me in the bathroom at the dance?” I asked. She laughed. “If I have a good time, then so do you.” I sat through health as the teacher droned on and on about cigarette smoking and the dangers of drugs. The day couldn’t end soon enough. I was tempted to call Jimmy and get him to take me home early, but then I thought Maria’s parents might say something about it. 5. The Halloween Dance I wore my frumpy nightgown and strategically spilled green baby food down the front of the gown. I dyed my hair brown and decorated it. with hair gel, being sure to roll around in my pillow before it was quite set up. Eye makeup took some work. I mixed colors to get an ugly greenish skin tone and applied it thickly around my lids and put on red scars on my cheeks. When I was ready, I looked in the mirror. I was no longer Maria. I wasn’t even Bailey. I was Regan and Regan looked so scary. I stood back from the mirror and froze. I wasn’t Regan from the Exorcist. I was Regan in an adult diaper and that wouldn’t do. Not that Regan hadn’t needed one. I had seen the movie. I kicked off the diaper into my trashcan and picked out some underpants from Maria’s drawer. Now I was ready. I would just have to count on Amy’s promise to let me in the bathroom. As I stood outside on the porch and watched for my date, I wondered if it had just been a setup. Robbie wasn’t coming. I turned to go in and when I did, I heard a horrible sound coming from a panel on the wall. I pressed a button to make it stop. The noise stopped and I heard Robbie’s voice. “Open the gate and let me in.” I hit a button that said Gate and it turned green. Jimmy came in the room. “You can call me if you want to go home.” He then smiled. “I think you will have a good time. That is a good Regan costume, by the way. I didn’t know what you were thinking going to Goodwill.” I smiled. It was Halloween night and I knew that I would miss Jimmy. My adventures usually ended on Halloween night and I knew that if I failed to solve Maria’s problem I would end up hanging from her banister a week before Halloween. “Thanks, Jimmy. I will miss you.” The last part I said under my breath. I went outside and my date was there. He wore the full Cowboys regalia except for the helmet and pads. The uniform said Romo on the back and he held a walker in his hands. “I assume that is a football joke,” I said. He looked at me wide-eyed. “My God, Maria. You really do look spooky. Are you going to keep the brown hair?” I didn’t know if Maria would be mad at me or happy that I dyed her hair. I didn’t care, I wanted to go back to my own body. I smiled at him and he leaned in to kiss me. “Make-up,” I squealed. “Oh, yeah,” he said. He opened the door for me and I got inside. “So let’s get to the dance,” said Robbie. “Yeah,” I said. I looked in the mirror and saw Clara sitting behind me in the back seat. She wore nose and eyebrow glasses and I just couldn’t help giggling. It looked so silly with her horns and bat wings. “What’s so funny?” Robbie looked nervous, like I was going to bite or something. “I am just thrilled to be here.” # Robbie was a good dancer, once he left the walker at his table, that is. We danced salsa, swing, and even a bachata number. I danced and danced the night away. It was almost eleven and I didn’t see Amy at all. It felt good not to be around her, but I knew I needed to confront her. My bladder also was beginning to fill. I knew that Robbie knew about the diapers and I knew where his hands had been when we were dancing. He had to know I was wearing panties underneath my nightie. But I enjoyed the punch and free sodas, something I knew Maria hadn’t been able to enjoy lately. I politely excused myself and walked toward the bathroom when Amy burst into the gymnasium. She was dressed like Cinderella, but she was not a happy Disney princess. I had never seen anyone that angry in a princess dress. “Who stole my date for this dance?” she screamed. I tried to edge toward the bathroom, but she blocked the way. “I told you that you could only use the bathroom if I was having a good time.” She raised her voice. “I am not having a good time.” Robbie walked over and stood beside me. “Let her go pee, Amy,” he said. “She didn’t steal your date. I asked her to the dance. I never asked you and you never said anything about this dance to me at all.” “But you are my boyfriend. Everyone knows that we were going to the dance together. Not her.” She pointed at me. “No bathroom for you.” I saw Amanda and Lucy stand behind her, also blocking the bathroom. Amanda mouthed the words, “Get the phone and I will let you in.” Well, this was the confrontation that would determine my future in this body. “Amy, you had your fun making me wet myself. Just give me back my cell phone and I will step aside and let you have Robbie back.” Robbie looked at me with a sad look in his eyes. “I really like you,” I said, “but Amy is your girlfriend. I had a good time though.” Amy pulled a cell phone out of her purse. It was an iPhone 5s, a model earlier than the one Maria now carried. “Maybe it is time to turn this phone into the principal.” “Just give it back and I will do your homework,” I said. I looked at the clock. It was 11:25pm. I had thirty-five minutes to get the cell phone back. “But I like a gold phone. Rose gold never did it for me. I think rose gold looks pink and I hate pink.” “Amy, please,” I said. “You aren’t persuading her,” said Clara. She stood behind me and grabbed me around my waist and began to squeeze. “No, don’t,” I said and Amy looked at me satisfied, but I wasn’t talking to Amy any longer. Clara was squeezing me around my waist over my very full bladder and then her hands went through my body and she squeezed my actual bladder. It was too much. I let go and began to pee. Standing there on the floor. In front of my entire class and everyone at the dance saw. It pooled in a big puddle in between my feet and I stood there peeing as Clara wrung my bladder completely empty. As soon as I stopped I wailed. “Why did you make me do that?” I was talking to Clara, but Amy looked at me in satisfaction. “It’s what you get for stealing my date?” Amy said. “And I am sharing the phone with the principal as well.” “It’s all right,” said Clara, “but I need you to trust me. Let me have control.” “What?” I said and Clara merged her body with mine. I felt so chilled as all the body heat dropped out of me. “Give me back my cell phone,” my voice said. My mouth was moving and my throat felt right, but my voice sounded deep and harsh. Amy held the phone above her head and smiled. “No way, pissy pants.” I felt chilled and I couldn’t move. My body wanted Clara out of me and I felt nauseated. I had guzzled too much green punch and I didn’t pee it all out when I wet. I threw up and couldn’t even kneel to let it out. Instead, Clara moved my chin up and opened my mouth. A stream of vomit flew up and hit the cell phone straight on, knocking it out of Amy’s hand. Clara didn’t stop. All the students scattered back from me except Amy who backed up and tried to reach for the cellphone. I saw them back away from every direction because Clara rotated my head in a 360 degree manner that humans just can’t duplicate. I then faced forward again and spewed again, but what I spewed was not punch or partially digested food. Instead a bat-winged demon flowed out of my mouth and straight through Amy and into the girl’s bathroom. Amy stood over Maria’s cellphone, but she didn’t see it at all. Instead, a second puddle of pee was forming on the floor underneath Amy. A smell wafted into the air as well and Amy stood in shock. “The demon flew into me,” she shuddered out. I turned and bowed to the rest of the students in the audience and smiled, then turned to Amy and leaned down and snatched my cellphone and examined it. It wouldn’t turn on. “Amy, you peed on my cellphone. Now it won’t turn on. I wasn’t really possessed. It’s just special effects because I wanted to win the costume contest.” I turned and looked at Robbie. “I need some more punch.” I changed the pitch of my voice to sound demonic. “This voice makes my throat dry.” He put his arm on my back and guided me to the punch bowl. We then had time for one more dance. The song was Monster Mash, and Robbie and I dance to the Monster Mash together. His hands in mine felt good and warm and I wanted to hold them forever. It was the first Halloween that I actually was not annoyed by the song. The song ended and we went to sit at a table. Amy had to walk by our table to leave the gym. She no longer wore her princess dress. Instead, she wore gym clothes and her hair was wet from the showers. She carried a plastic bag with a dress stuffed inside and walked with her head down. Robbie stopped her. “This ends now, Amy. I don’t want to be with someone that treats others like you treated Maria. We are done.” “Fine,” she said. She looked at me. “You just stay away from me, demon and Robbie, I need someone who is more supportive than you have been.” She stormed out. The mike squealed and the student class president took the stage. “All right fellow classmates, everyone voted and the best boy costume and thus Halloween King is Robbie.” He hobbled up with his walker and Tony Romo shirt and let the class president crown him king. He waved to me from the stage. “And the best girl costume and Halloween Queen is…. Well, let’s put it this way, who else had a costume that made our head cheerleader Amy wet and mess herself. Maria come up here and get your crown.” I walked up to the stage and got my tiara. The class president brushed through my matted hair and placed the crown. She whispered to me. “I am glad you put Amy in her place. Did you delete the sexting pictures? I want the ones of me deleted.” I smiled. “The phone is broken and no one will see anything on it.” She squeezed my hand. “Well now you get to kiss the King.” I turned to Robbie and put my arms around his neck. I pulled close as he pulled me to him. I closed my eyes and our lips were just millimeters apart when a familiar surge went through my body. The clock struck twelve and I began to fall. 6. Aftermath I opened my eyes and felt like I was floating, only I was floating. The ground came rushing up toward me from twenty stories below. I briefly backed out when I hit the ground and came to my reflection in a pile of broken glass. At least I was no longer Maria. I couldn’t move until I finished having my accident. I sighed as I pissed and messed myself. I could look up and see Clara standing over me. Her body was bright red, her horns were much longer, and her batwings more pronounced. “God was pissed. We got to do this for another year now, but it is just fifty-two more Halloween parties in addition to our original punishment. Apparently I am not allowed to do demon possession. Let’s never do that again.” I looked at Clara and nodded as my broken bones knitted together. “Please, let’s never do this again.” The End.
  10. Melinda Gets Her Bottom Changed This is a spin off of Melissa gets Her Bottom Changed. The author of it dropped off the face of the earth without so much as an ending unfortunately. I do recommend reading what he did write since it's really good. http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/25526-melissa-gets-her-bottom-changed/ This is my first story so any criticism is welcomed. Anyway, without further a do. Chapter 1. Melinda was an average teenage girl. She was 17 with her birthday only a few months away. She stood at 5 feet 3 inches and had long flowing blonde hair. Her chest wasn't anything special but her backside was to kill for. All the men drooled over her and she knew it. She was very popular in her high school and had the group of bratty girlfriend's to go with it. But there was one thing different about her that no one, not even her closest friends knew. Melinda loved to wear and use diapers. She would often drive home in her sporty 5.0 mustang her daddy bought her, sneak into her little brothers room and steal a few diapers. She might have been spoiled but this wasn't something she could just have her parents buy for her. She loved to slip on a pull up when she was desperate to pee and just fill it to the max and sometimes over. She would do this before a shower so she didn't get caught and could avoid messes. During this is where we shall join her. Melinda just finishes Peeing and leans back on the toilet, sighing in relief. "Ohhh that feels good." She had turned on the shower beforehand to make sure no one heard her Peeing as these pull ups tend to be loud. Just then, she gets a knock on the door. "Honey, are you still in the shower? I got to go to the bathroom real bad!" Crap! It's her mom! She quickly stripped off the now soaked pull up and three it inside the cabinet under the sink and hopped in the shower. "Yes mom! Don't worry, I'm covered!" "Oh thank god." Her mom comes in and frantically pulls her pants down and sits on the toilet just as she bursts. "I didn't think I was gonna make it for a minute there." Melinda didn't respond. She was too busy thinking what would happen if her mom had just burst in without asking. "She would be so angry." She thought. Meanwhile, her mother had finished and was getting up when she noticed the cabinet door slightly open, so she peeked inside and was shocked at what she saw. "Oh my..." To be continued? Chapter 2. "Oh my..." her mother said quietly. "Again." She quietly took the pull up out and left the bathroom, leaving Melinda to finish showering. When Melinda heard her mom leave, she started to relax and by the time she finished showering, she had forgotten about the pull up. She dries herself off and slipped the towel around her body before leaving the bathroom and to her own room a few doors down. As she put her clothes on, she thought how much better it be if she was putting on a big diaper instead of panties. She sighed to herself and got out her homework. As she was studying, she heard her little brother in the next room over playing. Her little brother was 5 years old and loved to play. So much so that he would pout if he didn't get his toys. He also was slow with potty training and their parents were having a hard time getting him to the bathroom in time. Melinda sat there listening to him play and wishing she could just sit around and play like a kid again. Instead of doing homework and other grown up things. She was brought back to the now when she heard her mother call for dinner. She got up and realised just then that she needed to pee. "Maybe I can sneak away after dinner," she thought before heading down stairs. Dinner wasn't anything special, and soon she was done and headed back upstairs when her mother called her back down. "Honey, it's your turn to do the dishes." "Yes mom." She bounced a little before heading back to the kitchen. Her need to pee was rising. As she came in, she saw her mother pick up her little brother and check his diaper before carrying him gently to the bathroom for a change. Her mind want back to the diaper she had left in the bathroom. "Oh no! I forgot!" She thought. She quickly washed the dishes that were in the sink and hurried to the bathroom and looked in the cabinet. "Crap! It's gone! No no no this can't be happening..." She said softly. "What am I going to do now? My parents are gonna get so mad!" She sat on the toilet and Peed. All the while, her mind freaking out. After a moment of sitting there, she began to think. She will just have to see what happens. It's not like she could do anything about it now. She finished up in the bathroom and went into her room and laid on her bed, thinking about everything that happened. As she began to relax, she pulled out her phone and got on instagram. She loved seeing how many followers she had. Over 100 thousand of them. Most of them being boys. She loved teasing them. Always making sure she got her butt in the selfies she took. She wondered what then would say if they saw her butt in a big puffy diaper. She giggled at the thought and said out loud, "I'd probably lose all of them haha." She started looking at abdl accounts and started thinking again. One of her oldest dreams was to be babied again. Without a care in the world like her brother. He could sit in the middle of the living room in just his diaper and no one would care. "I can't even imagine what would happen to me if I tried that." She said aloud. But at least her parents didn't say anything about the pull up under the sink. The next morning, Melinda woke to the sound of her alarm going off. She hopped out of bed with an extra pep in her step. This is the last day of school before Christmas break! She took a shower and used the toilet before getting dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. Her mother was already in the kitchen cooking when she walked in. "Hey sweetie. I made you bacon eggs and French toast. It's on the table." "Thanks mom." She replied as she spotted the food. She ate it quickly before grabbing her keys and heading out the door. And as she drove to school, she thought about her mom. She still hasn't said anything about the pull up. Maybe they don't care after all? Or she could be planning something... Either way, what's going to happen to her during this holiday season.? To be continued.
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  12. 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.
  13. I don't remember being changed as an infant or toddler but have vague memories of being in preschool and having accidents and getting changed. I was a bedwetter until age 11 though and I do remember being woken up in the middle of the night and mom slipping off my wet clothes and slipping in to dry ones. A vivid memory stays with me about a car trip with my cousin who was probably 3 which would have made me 5. I remember watching mom change his diaper and maybe being jealous or at least wanting the same attention. A little while later during a stop for food I remember sitting in a booth on my knees and filling my pants and telling mom "I doo dooed in my pants" lol thats what we called it. She went to the car and got a new pair of underwear out of my suitcase and took my cousins diaper bag in to the restroom and cleaned me up. As I got older, I kept having "accidents" usually whlie playing outside or watching TV. Since I was a bedwetter, it was routine for my mom to check for a wet bed and wet pants as soon as i woke up. Even as i approached 10 I would wake up to the feel and smell of a wet bed and lie there and mess my pants then get up and come waddling out of my room to tell my mom or grandma that i had "doo doo". It was embarassing and exciting at the same time...I remember being told to go in the bathroom and mom having me stand next to the toilet as she lowered my pants. I remember looking down and seeing the mess i made...All such fond memories.
  14. Hello there, i was wondering what a good diaper would be for daytime use? I have incontinence in both its forms and only so much or so little control. I love bambino bianco and secure x plus diapers, but i want something that doesn't crinkle and can hide under clothes a little easier. The reason why is because i know that my diapers have been noticed, whether by sight or noise maybe both but i don't want that to happen again. I've been incontinent for over half my life so its nothing to get used to, but its nothing that i want to be noticed for either. I live in the US, so far i have been tempted to buy some from Tena, what are your thoughts? What works best for you in the daytime?
  15. My partner and I have recently been trying to come up with ideas to expand our roles for play. We usually play as ageplay switches: I'm daddy to her little girl sometimes, and sometimes she's mommy to my little boy. Diapers and spankings abound, and good times are had by all. We recently sort of realized that when I'm being a little boy, we rarely have penetrative sex though. Since that's kind of a necessary part of our sex life at the moment (trying for a kid), we wanted to see if there was an alternate kind of headspace we could get into. My own kink mainly centers around incontinence (whether structural or brought on by desperation) and erotic humiliation arising from it. My partner tends to like a power exchange kind of vibe, where dominance is being exerted. So I'll put it to you all: have you played with diapers and wetting outside of ageplay and how have you done so? Does anything occur to you as an obvious (or less obvious!) way that we could expand our horizons a little? Thanks for your time and consideration!
  16. "Alright, Erin, you're up first" Susan, the children's mom, called out as she opened her bedroom door. Erin was the oldest of two children and on the cusp of womanhood at 14 years of age. She had long red hair with grey eyes and freckles along her nose and cheeks she hated, but otherwise creamy pale skin. Her hips had started to fill out and her breasts were coming in, her mother let her carry a purse, wear makeup, and date boys but in other ways she was still treated like a child. Billy, Erin's little brother was still wetting the bed almost nightly at the age of 9, you see. And the children’s mother thought it was important to make sure Billy didn't feel singled out. If Billy had to wear a diaper, then Erin could wear one too and show that is wasn't such a big deal. At first is wasn't such a big deal for Erin, bed wetting ran in her family, she only started having dry nights regularly when she was 13. Erin only recently got a chance to decide if she needed 'protection' at night or not. The family was going on a rather long car trip this morning and Mom thought it a good idea Billy had some protection so they wouldn't stop so often. Like a good daughter Erin walked into her mother's bedroom and closed the door. Susan was laying out a Winnie the Pooh changing mat on her bed and she patted it down expectantly for her daughter. Erin bit her lip and hesitated, "Mom we don't really need to do this." "Oh, you're in charge now?" "No, but... Billy will never know if I just walk out with my night shirt down, right? I'm a big girl now." "That you are, and big girls listen to their mothers. You know how important it is for Billy to see there is nothing wrong with wearing a diaper. He and I will be the only ones who will know. I promise." Erin inhaled deeply. "Ok, if you promise." So the little redhead started to take off her panties and place them on her mother's dresser. She pulled her nightie up and lay back onto the changing mat. Erin's mom started rubbing baby oil into her daughter's skin and Erin fell back into the old rhythm of diaper changes sucking her thumb as her mother went to work. "Which princess do you want today, sweetie?" Erin's mother asked as all her diapers had Disney characters on them. Erin stopped sucking her thumb long enough to say, "Ariel" she had a fondness for the Little Mermaid as she had red hair like Ariel. "Those are all gone, sweetie." Erin pouted, laying on the changing mat just brought the little girl out of her. Mother asked her daughter "How about Belle?" Erin rolled her eyes, "I don't care, it doesn't matter." "Belle, it is, lift up." Erin raised her hips and the yellow Belle diaper was slid under Erin. A few shakes of powder and the who room smelled wonderfully of babies. The diaper was sealed up and Erin got a raspberry from her mom on her belly and both of them broke out in a fit of giggles. "All done, that wasn't so bad was it?" Mom asked. Erin just blushed. It was a lot of fun being in diapers again if she told the truth. She got off the mat and headed to the door, getting a pat on her padded tush as she opened the door and put on a brave face. Billy laughed at his sister in a diaper the second he saw her, and her face turned the same color as her hair. "You look like a baby." Billy teased. "Like anyone will know once I put some pants on." Erin said trying to not be embarrassed. "Its your turn now, so take your diapering like a man." And with that Erin walked to her room with her head held high. Shem might have enjoyed her mother’s attention moments ago but now she just wanted to conceal the diaper poof. Erin put on a pair of comfy plaid lounge pants and tied them tight with a bow over her diaper. Next came light blue tank top with a smilie face sun on the chest. Putting on her sock and shoes she put her hair in a messy bun and headed out to check on her brother. Billy was walking out of their mother's room in his Car’s diaper and he turned red faced now. “Still think I’m a baby for wearing a diaper?” Asked Erin “Only babies were them.” Billy said with a huff. “Only babies use them. I bet you I can stay dry longer than you can.” Susan smiled, way to use sibling rivalry for her benefit. “Ok, if either one of you can stay dry for the whole trip you’ll get a special treat.” Erin and her brother shook on the challenge. “Hurry up squirt, it is still dark out and I want to get some sleep in the car.” The family was making great progress in their road trip not having to stop every few miles for a pee break. Billy loudly proclaimed he’d be the champion in this contest with his big sister. When he started getting cranky Mom handed Erin the cooler she kept on the front passenger seat and told her to give her brother a juice box. “Oh no, you’re trying to set me up. “ Billy protested. “I’m not, you’re just thirsty.” Erin said as she stabbed a straw in and started sipping “See I’ll drink one too.” With that Billy took a juice box and order was restored in the car. They family stopped for lunch, and they all got a soda. Billy went into the men’s room but was sure the strangers would see his diaper and opted to wash his hands twice rather than risk exposing himself. Things would be worse for Erin, she too decided to hold it in rather than deal with other people finding out about her padding. Besides they were so close to Grandma and Grandpa’s 90 minutes, she could hold it that long. 90 minutes and they’d be scot free. For the last leg of journey Mom wouldn’t stop praising her kids about what great time they made and how proud she was they were keeping their diapers dry. Billy kept his mouth shut as he saw the sign for the next rest stop. He was sure if he just focused he could hold it in. 15 minutes later however… Hiiiiiissssssssss “Someone spring a leak?” Mom joked and Erin giggled. Billy tried so hard to stay dry and be a big kid, but failed. He was just a big baby in wet diapers now. With no point in even trying to act otherwise Billy started to cry. Billy could be a brat sometimes but Erin still loved him . “Aww, you tried,” Erin said and tried to hug her baby brother. Billy just shoved her away. “Everyone will know I wet myself.” “No they won’t your diaper will keep you dry.” Mom said. “And now you’re mad at me.” Cried Billy “Mom doesn’t care if you wet your diaper, silly. Do you, Mom?” “Of course not.” “Yes you do, and everyone in the family will laugh at me when I get out of the car.” “No, I’ll prove it. Mom, can I wet my diaper?” “Of course, why else wear one.” Erin didn’t have to work hard; she really did need to go. At first it was just a tinkle, but soon she found her bladder wanted to empty. Feeling the warm piss on her skin felt so naughty but was so much fun. “See no big deal.” Erin said with a smile. Billy was happy he wouldn’t be the only wet baby at the family reunion. When the car pulled up to Grandpa and Grandma’s farm there was no shortage of family to greet them. More than Erin or Billy would have liked. They hoped no one would notice the pissy smell. Erin grew pale as Aunt Carol’s daughter, Rachel, approached. They were supposed to be close as sisters, and they certainly fought like sisters sometimes. There was a clear rivalry between the girls as to who the beauty of the family was. A few years ago Erin showed some of her rival’s night time garments to other family members and they had a good laugh that Rachel wore diapers to bed not that Erin didn’t as well, but her mom was more discreet about it. Now when the two cousins embraced in a fake hug of sisterhood Erin could tell her cousin felt the soggy padding. “Payback time, Erin.” Rachel whispered in Erin’s ear. “Hey everyone, look at how Erin’s mom dresses her!” With a fluid motion Erin’s pants were dropped and her sagging diaper was exposed. “Oh my God! You’re wet it too!” Rachel called out, her dark brown eyes full of delight. The cousins were laughing at Erin now, and she went beet red. “I just did it so…” Erin clammed up so as to not embarrass her brother. “Leave me alone.” Erin started to run inside and forgot her pants were down, falling on her face. More laughter from the cousins. Erin pulled up her pants and scrambled inside with tears in her eyes. “You think it is funny do wear a diaper do you?” Aunt Carol asked her daughter. Deep within the farm house Susan went looking for her daughter to check on her and help her clean up. In a large guest bed room she found Erin in tears. “I’m so proud of you honey.” Susan said. “For wetting myself like a big baby?” Erin sniffled back tears. “For protecting your little brother. Now you did stay dry the longest, so what do you want as a reward?”
  17. Chapter 1: Big Boy Now "Mom, I'm not a baby anymore! I don't need a babysitter!" an impatient boy yelled from across the house. "Shawn, you barely turned 14, you're not staying home alone for 2 weeks!" His mother yelled back, with no anger in her voice. Shawn was pissed, to say the least. His own Mom didn't trust him, on his fourteenth birthday no less! His Mom, a red headed woman with a pixie cut and a Led Zepplin shirt, walked through the doorway, holding a stack of Shawn's clothes. "Look, I know it kinda sucks, but 2 weeks is a long time. Who's gonna make you dinner, or do your laundry? And what about your little accidents the past few nights? Who's gonna fix those?" "T-those were just accidents... N-Nothing else!" "Okay, I get it, but just in case, I want you to wear these for the next few nights..." Shawn's mother pulled out a box from under his bed. It was covered in images of confident looking teenagers, with big goofy grins on their faces. The label obove them spelled out "DryTimez". One look was all Shawn needed. "There's no way I'm wearing diapers." He said to his Mom, staring her straight in the eye. "Come on kid, don't make me do something about it. Besides, would you rather have your babysitter change your soaked sheets?". Shawn thought for a moment, before begrudgingly agreeing. Suddenly, there was a ring at the doorbell. As his mother got up to get it, Shawn pushed the box back under and pulled out his laptop from behind his bed. "Oh hey! You must be Cherry!" Shawn's Mom said cheerfully to the girl in front of her. The teen was clad in a Beatles tank top and jean shorts. "Hey! Great to meet you! So, where's Shawn?" She asked, tilting her head as she asked. "Oh, he's up in his room playing on the computer. Just get set up, I gotta catch a plane. There's a thousand bucks under the couch, and my cell number's on the fridge. Catch you later! Love you Shawn!" The red head yelled, grabbing her luggage and rushing out the door.
  18. do any know of any adult baby nursery in USA as i have alway want to go to one
  19. I think building tension in stories is the best way to excite the reader. They are especially helpful when reinforcing power dynamics (a major part of any story with D/S elements) amongst the characters. When you're writing for a fetish, you have the benefit of assuming that your reader is aroused or is looking to become aroused. Because of this, I think the best approach is to tease them a little and to hint at what's to come then from there build it by dragging out. For example, say you're making a scene where the tension is wetting, it would go something like this: "You were such a good girl drinking both your bottles for Nanny! Weren't you? Yes you were!" Katie hated that this woman could do this to her. Her Daddy knew she didn't like Nanny, a woman only 10 years older than her, yet fully in charge while Daddy was at work. But in her marriage, she didn't make the rules. So here we have a power dynamic created, the reluctantly submissive infantilized wife, who is competing against her caretaker while her Daddy is away. The use of a Nanny is especially good because the reader knows that Daddy will win no matter what, even Katie has accepted that. If we wanted Katie to get punished for something she could compete against him. But this Nanny, well...maybe Katie can retain some control over her situation after all. Nanny might be an agent enforcing Daddy's will, but she isn't Daddy. We've also introduced an element that will have to be addressed, the not one but two bottles Katie has ingested. The fact she was praised for this implies it was somehow harder to do and potentially challenging. It also implies she has done something Nanny wanted. So, score the first point for Nanny. "Now come along Katie, crawl alongside Nanny to the rocking chair. That's a good girl. Up on Nanny's knee, it's ok to stand up." Using her helpless mitten-encased hands, Katie pushed up and begrudgingly sat on the vile woman's lap. Her large pacifier hid most of her scowling expression, but her eyes still blazed resentment at her situation. Her thick diaper crinkled as she lowered herself onto Nanny's knee. "Sit up straight now darling," Nanny corrected. Katie straitened up, her naked breasts peeking out from under the bottom of her bib, nipples dangling in front of Nanny and ensuring she had no modesty here. So these were just a few little battles that Katie has chosen not to fight Nanny on. Maybe she has tried earlier and lost. Maybe her bottom is still sore from the last time Nanny had to tell her to sit up straight. She had to get permission just to stand up? More to the point, Katie didn't stand until she was told it was ok. The point is, these are easy little ways to reinforce who is in control here. Even calling her darling, when Katie has clearly shown she is not her darling, is a great way to reinforce who is running the show. Nanny is scoring more points, but they're small ones. But allowing Nanny to score them is important, because the reader likes being reminded in unique little ways that Katie isn't in control. We've set the stage for something larger though, now let's find out what it is. Nanny reached up and removed the pacifier from Katie's mouth. "Don't worry little one, I'll make sure you get it back as soon as we're done." Nanny's smile was not returned. Suddenly Katie felt a hand gliding up her back, stopping in the middle below her shoulder blades. Gently, yet forcefully, Katie felt the hand rhythmically begin patting her back. "Let it all out little one. That was a lot of milk you just drank." Katie stared at the wall in front of her, feeling her face redden. Nanny only smiled. A text alert came on Nanny's phone, but she didn't lose pace for a second as she reached for it with her free hand. Katie felt a slight urge to burp and, with embarrassment, gave a little squeak. "Very good baby!" Nanny cheered as she unlocked her phone, never lifting her eyes. As much as she hated it, she knew her caretaker wouldn't stop until Katie had done this at least two or three times. Katie lowered her face to try and sneak a peak at Nanny's phone, held in the hand that now rested on Katie's smoothly shaven legs. Without taking her eyes off the phone Nanny told Katie "eyes ahead" with a tone of warning, all the while never stopping her rhythmic patting. "Well baby girl, it seems your Daddy will be home early today." Katie's heart practically lept for joy with the knowledge she would be freed of her tormentor earlier than expected. "How long?" Katie could feel angry eyes looking up at her, so she quickly added, "Nanny". This seemed to placate her. "He'll be here in an hour or so, maybe a little longer." This was excellent news. If Daddy was going to be here in an hour, that meant she wouldn't have to put up with Nanny giving her another change. She was beginning to feel the first inklings of pressure from her bottles, so she knew would be close, but Katie could manage. Buoyed by this pleasant news, Katie gave another little burp, much to Nanny's delight. Now we know what's at stake here. Katie does not like being changed by her Nanny. She can prevent this by waiting until Nanny leaves to need a diaper change. Note that it's inevitable that she will use her diaper, the two bottles Nanny gave her at the beginning of the scene have determined that, but she does have a chance at winning some control. This is what the audience loves. It's such a low bar to meet that requires such little control, yet we've magnified the stakes because it takes place in the larger context of the power struggle between Katie and Nanny. All the little battles Katie has been losing throughout the scene won't matter because if she can just get this one victory, she will have won the game. She demonstrates this by happily burping, indicating that there's only one fight she wants to take on. Now, let's add the tension. "Well Katie, I think that's enough of that for today. Those bottles should be nice and comfy in your tummy." Nanny gave her a little poke in her stomach to press her point. This annoyed Katie, but she was ready to get off Nanny's lap and back to her play pen to wait for Daddy. Katie shifted her weight forward to bring her toes to the floor. From there she would plop down and await the instruction to "crawl". Before polka dotted socks could touch the carpet however, Nanny pushed her back into her seated position. "Just where are you in a hurry to get to, little one?" Nanny demanded, looking a bit surprised. "I...I wanted to go back to playing with my toys," Katie lied. "Ummhmmm," Nanny hummed with a skeptical look. "Slide over just a little bit sweetie," Nanny commanded. Reluctantly Katie slid on her lap, guided of course by Nanny's hands, until she faced away from Nanny and towards the room, her diapered butt squarely on the tops of Nanny's knees. This shift had caused her legs to spread wide on either direction of Nanny's. The position caused a slight uptick in pressure in Katie's bladder. "Nanny, what ar-" "Shhhhhh," Nanny quieted Katie's worried question. She lifted her pacifier back up towards her mouth, the rubber barely clipping her naked breast before it found its way between her lips. Nervous, Katie gave a cautionary and accepting suck. "Thaaat's a good girl," Nanny said as she stroked her hair. "I wanted to surprise little Katie with a ride today! Yes I did!" With that, Nanny began a gentle bounce with her knees, causing Katie to breathe in with surprise. "See?" Nanny asked. "You're riding a horsey! Isn't that fun?" Katie looked alarmed. The gentle knee bounces couldn't get much more violent before the escalating pressure they put on her bladder could cause a problem. "Nanwy, I don't wike this game." Katie pleaded from behind her pacifier and over the loud crinkles of her diaper. Both the reader and Katie know about the urge to pee she is fighting. We also know that Katie is supposed to be in control of her situation. She picked her battle knowing she only had to beat the clock, but now Nanny has thrown off the routine! But it's too late to change the objective. Katie just has to work harder for it now, meaning we've raised the stakes. The greater the challenge, the greater the reward...but also the bigger the potential fall. Katie tries to get a handle on things by pleading with Nanny to let her off to play with her toys, not good in a battle of wills. Will it work? "Now now little one, this is a fun game. See?" With that, Nanny put her arms around Katie and intensified her bounces. Of course not! Nanny shows her power as the conflict escalates. Katie lowered her hands, pressing them into the front of her diaper in a bid to fight the building pressure. If she could only close her legs! Nanny reached out and grabbed her wrists, pushing them up above her shoulders. "Hands up on the horsey, baby girl! It's like you're in the rodeo! Weeee!" With a grimace and a look of disdain Katie bit down on her pacifier, meekly holding her hands up in the air as she bounced up and down, up and down...Her arms now bouncing as much as her exposed breasts, her childish bib flailing as if in the wind. The pressure was rapidly building, but Katie knew Nanny couldn't keep this up forever. She just had to hang on... Suddenly she felt fingers at her exposed sides. Just below her ribs they danced quickly across her skin. By reflex, Katie shot her arms down to defend her sides. She arched her back in an attempt to get away, her diapered butt knowing better than to try and escape from Nanny's knee. An unwilling smile formed and she bit down to try and keep her pacifier in place, another object that was forbidden to leave by anything by Nanny's hand. A pained giggle emanated from behind the plastic guard. Nanny stopped momentarily to lift up her hands and to remind her, sternly, that she was at the rodeo, doubling her bouncing efforts at the same time. Immediately, her fingers continued their torment. Katie was on the edge of bursting into tears, as much from the tickling and squirming she was helplessly doing as from the exponentially rising pressure in her bladder. Just hang on! Katie was yelling to herself on the inside. She was giggling uncontrollably, and each laughter weakened the dam she was trying desperately to hold up. She could feel Nanny's legs slowing however, weakening from the weight of bouncing an grown adult woman. Her fingers seemed to be tiring as well, as Katie forced herself to try and relax and stop being tickled. We're at the climax now, and in her darkest hour Katie can see rays of hope. She's at the breaking point. Nanny has thrown surprises at her but she has so far persevered. Can she hang on and win her battle? "Pleaseeee Nannnyyyyyy," Katie pleaded through gritted teeth. Finally, her tormentor removed her fingers. A few surrendering bounces stopped as her tired legs came to a halt. Nanny laughed as she looked curiously at the woman on her lap. Katie was breathing heavily and still desperately hanging on. A drop or two had been absorbed by her diaper, but only she would know. "Well, didn't you have fun at the rodeo, little one?" Nanny asked casually, quickly slipping two fingers under her diaper to check for wetness. They were a little slow to withdraw, almost as if disappointed. Katie smirked behind her pacifier, though from her position she was confident Nanny couldn't see. Ah haaa. Now we see that Nanny knew what game they were playing the whole time. Was this always her plan? Is that why she gave so many bottles, to force out a wetting? We don't know if Nanny has planned this from the beginning or adopted it when she got the text, but now we understand Katie has won a game with even higher stakes than she realized. This is a big victory for a woman (dare we call her by her real age? Has she earned that?) who doesn't get many at all. Taking one more deep breath to recover, her confidence was growing. With an air of victory Katie responded, "Yeth Nanny, I di-" Suddenly she felt two arms on her tummy, squeezing in tight. She had been looking towards the ceiling to conceal her little smirk and didn't realize Nanny had reached around her waist to give an apparent hug. With a gasp Katie exhaled, her pacifier falling towards her dangling legs. The force of Nanny's squeeze caused her top half to lose her balance, her back pressing into Nanny's waiting chest. The back of her head came to rest beside Nanny's own, gently on her shoulder. If someone had taken a picture, they would have seen a smiling caretaker holding relaxed adult baby girl, her legs spread wide and high in an attempt to regain balance, and a diaper puffing out on the superior woman's lap. Before she had even realized what was going on, Katie heard the sound she had dreaded every day she spent with this woman. The dark spot already forming on the white and puffy elevated diaper. Though their faces were right next to each other, they watched with different expressions. Katie's dismay at her failure bore out on her face as she bit her lip in an attempt to ward off tears. A confident smile appeared on Nanny's face, a quick flash a sadism telling the world she had achieved the result she wanted. Katie tried to sit up, but Nanny pulled her in tight. "Good girl Katie, just let it all out." Defeated, Katie simply relaxed against Nanny's body and froze into place. A muffled sniffle managed to be heard above the wetting, but the tears would soon form. "It's alright sweetie, we'll go straight to the changing table and get you a fresh clean diaper. I might make it a nighttime one, we've been saying these daytime diapers just don't do the trick for too long now. Yes, this one's gonna be sooo full when you finish." With that Katie could no longer contain herself. She let out a wail that filled the room. Nanny simply cooed and patted her head until Katie had finished. After the diaper could take no more, Nanny gently let the baby back on the floor. Soggy and wet, Katie waited instruction as she tried to quiet herself on all fours. Picking up Katie's pacifier from the floor, Nanny cleaned it on her dangling bib before plopping it back into her mouth. Katie looked up at her with defeated and watery eyes. Nanny gave her a gentle smile before looking forward and beginning to walk towards the door. She allowed herself a few feet a which Katie, surprised again, only looked at the back of her caretaker. "Crawl," she said to the front of the room. Soggy diaper in tow, Katie did. Ah yes, it's always fun to keep the reader on their toes. Even when Katie thinks she's won, Nanny snatches back a victory. It was a humiliating defeat for Katie and she can't even contain that she lost. She cried when she wet her diaper because she knew both of them knew she was trying to hold it in. Ironically, if Katie had just submitted and wet like a good little girl without a fuss, the victory for Nanny would have been like the others, uncontested and un-noteworthy. If the story had continued, it's this game where it's best if you don't play that slowly breaks down a submissive character. We can see in the future where Katie has lost so many battles like this she doesn't even try, she becomes the compliant baby that Nanny wants. But for right now, she is still fighting and losing, and that's the potent spice to the story. Katie chose to fight and because of that she lost more than just the right to avoid one of Nanny's diaper changes. That is how you can use power dynamics and tension to build up your story.
  20. Fred wandered through the Clubs and Socs Fair feeling overwhelmed. There were just so many things he wanted to get involved in. The badminton club, the swim club naturally (he’d been swimming competitively for years), the Omega Society, Juggling Soc, and he’d always wanted to play chess, should he join Chess Soc he mused? Then of course there was Psych Soc, he felt that he should really join that since he was planning to major in it, shouldn’t he? But Psych Soc met Thursday evenings, the same as the Film Soc, and he really wanted to learn more about world cinema. Sighing, he was beginning to realise that too much choice could be a very bad thing indeed. So it was that, whilst finding it impossible to decide what to join and lamenting the inadequate number of evenings in a week, he suddenly saw it. Innocently wedged in between two other stalls, as though it were perfectly at home there, sat the ABDL Soc, or I Soc for short. Fred couldn’t believe it. Surely there was no way it could be what he secretly hoped it would be, was there? An infantilism society. He didn’t know a lot about college regulations yet, but he felt there was no way that the people in charge would allow such a thing. However, looking over it, he saw that all the signs were there. A big baby’s bottle painted onto the stall’s banner, two girls holding signup sheets, one dressed in shortalls and the other in a frilly pink tutu and a princess crown, and several stuffies sitting alongside a rattle on the table. There was no way it could be anything else. In an instant all the other things he had considered signing up to were forgotten. If this really was what he supposed it was, then he had to join it he told himself. After so many years of being alone, this was his chance to meet others like him. To share a side of himself, that he didn’t think anyone else would understand, and maybe even find acceptance. Yet even as his imagination leapt into overdrive, he steeled himself for disappointment. For as much as he wanted to believe it, the whole thing just seemed too wonderful to be true. In fact now that he thought about it, Fred, his feet glued to the ground as people pushed past him on all sides moving from one stall to another, wondered whether it wasn’t all some elaborate prank; a nasty trick, posed by some fraternity or other, to get abdl students to reveal themselves, so they could be mocked and made subjects of ridicule. Just picturing it, he didn’t know if he could bear it if that happened. What if some of the friends he’d come from Pymsville with found out about it, and told everyone in his town. He’d never be able to go home or face his family again. And even if it wasn’t a trick and the society was legit, could he risk people, he didn’t want knowing, finding out he was a diaper lover? He wasn’t sure. But how could he pass this up? Mulling things over in his head, whilst at the same time spurring himself into action once more so it wasn’t obvious that he was just standing there drooling at the stall, he headed over to the swim club table. Chatting to their senior members half heartedly, telling them about his past experience and training, he kept the I Soc, which wasn’t too far away, in the corner of his eye the whole time. One or two people approached it, seemed to chat for a moment or two, but then wandered away. But no one appeared to sign up while he was observing it. When he had finished registering for the swim club, and had received a membership card and list of training times, he made up his mind to go to one of the tables beside I Soc. That way, he thought, he could at least get a better look at things without risking too much. Walking over easily, and ostensibly calmly, to the table, Fred couldn’t remember the last time he felt so nervous. Actually no, thinking about it then he realised that could, it was the first time he had went into a pharmacy and bought a packet of adult diapers. But that had turned out okay though he recalled. The risk had happily paid off in the end, and several times after that. If he could overcome his fear then, for what was only a few diapers, surely he could do so again for what could potentially be a much greater reward. However despite this attempt to steady himself, his legs still felt like jelly and he wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing. So when he reached the table to the right of I Soc, he didn’t realise his mistake until it was too late. The stall in from of him was Jew Soc! Oh Jesus, he thought, why couldn’t he have picked the stall on the left instead – not that he knew what that table was either. Panicking because he literally knew nothing about Judaism and didn’t know what he would say or ask. Fred was just about to turn and leave, when much to his dismay, the guy at the stall (fully bearded and wearing a weird hat) spotted him. “Shalom my friend” he said enthusiastically “Are you interested in signing up?” Flustered and tongue-tied, Fred just stood there speechless. He didn’t know what would have happened if a rather cavalier fellow standing beside him hadn’t interjected “not a chance Beny! There’s one of ours if I ever saw one. Look he’s only short of wetting himself!” he laughed. “Get that man a diaper stat” he shouted loudly. Hearing this Fred almost died of mortification on the spot, his whole body and face taking on the colour of a shiny red fire hydrant. “I don’t know Mark” the Jewish guy, apparently called Beny, retorted chuckling “he has the right nose to be one of us. Atah medaber 'ivrit? (Do you speak Hebrew?)” he asked Fred questioningly. Fred was about to say something, when all of a sudden everything seemed to be too much, and he was overcome with this irrepressible urge to get the hell out of there. Turning and high tailing it through the crowds, he could faintly hear the Mark cackling behind him whilst being given out to by a girl. “Why do you always have to be like that Mark? Huh? Not everyone’s as confident in their sexuality as you. Another one scared away? How do expect us to get anyone to sign up if you keep acting like a fucking JERK!” However whatever Mark said after that, Fred didn’t stick around to hear. Running he left the Clubs and Socs Fair far behind him, and didn’t stop until he was back in his dorm room. Panting and out of breath, he threw himself on the bed and, with his roommate not back till later, let his tears flow freely.
  21. 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.
  22. I would say my number one fetish (slightly above ABDL) is desperation and wetting. I love the feeling of having an achingly full bladder and being desperate to use the toliet, holding it until I end up wetting myself. I also love, love, love watching someone else wiggle, dance, moan, whine, and beg to use the bathroom before inevitably soaking their pants. I think desperation and wetting go together perfectly. Don't get me wrong, I love watersports and pants/bedwetting by themselves but there is something so amazing about someone having a real wetting accident. Who else likes desperation and wetting (also sometimes called omorashi)?
  23. This is a very long piece of work, and it moves at a novel's pace. Lot's of character build up and things like that. But if you stick with it I think you'll enjoy it! So, now own to chapter one of Polaris University! This first section doesn't have much in the way of diapers, but they get added in the section, and after that they are pretty much everywhere. Kari watched from the car window as the dorm building came into sight around the corner. A large sign next to the building said, “Polaris University.” The school was an all girls college, and although she would have preferred a more normative experience, she was thrilled. College! Visions of graduation gowns and square caps already filled her head, and she could already see herself standing in front of the entire graduating class as valedictorian. Her father pulled the car up to the curve, “you need help unpacking? Your mom and I are happy to help.” She shook her head, “Dad! You know boys aren’t allowed in the dorms.” “I hardly think they’d keep out your own father,” he replied. “Well, you’re probably right. But I’m fine from here. Just pop the trunk so I can grab my stuff?” “Sure, sure, just cast your old dad off like he doesn’t mean a thing,” he smiled at her to take the edge off the guilt trip. “You know that’s not what I’m doing, Dad,” she got out of the car, “now give me a hug and wish me luck.” Her dad popped the trunk open and climbed out of the car before wrapping her in a big hug. He squeezed tight enough Kari had a hard time breathing, “I wish your mom could be here. She’d be so proud of you,” he said. Kari hugged her dad back, “I know, I miss her too.” They hugged each other outside her the dorm building for a few minutes, but finally Kari pulled away, “I’ve got to go,” she said. Her dad nodded, “I know, hun. Go. Be magnificent.” Kari nodded and picked up her suitcases from the back of the car. Then she walked into her new home for the next four years. Inside, Cassiopeia Towers was like a maze. It took Kari a long time to navigate the hallways, lugging her suitcases through at least four dead ends before finally finding room 421 and pushing in. The door was slightly open, and it swung back as she entered, slamming into someone on the other side. “Hey! Watch it!” Kari turned to see her new roommate. She was hanging a poster on the wall behind the door, and as Kari saw what the poster was she blushed all the way down to her toes. A line of naked woman leaned against each other, their arms holding each other up. Each woman was covered in paint, and each was decorated to look like another type of animal. There was a black haired panda, a blonde zebra, a brunette tiger, and about six others. The paint actually concealed most of their bodies, but the poster was charged with raw eroticism. It was totally against school rules. As Kari gaped at the poster, her roommate looked over her shoulder, “Hey! Put your stuff down and grab that corner for me,” she said. Kari nodded, walking to the unclaimed bed in the far corner of the room without really thinking. Then she grabbed a corner of the poster and pushed it into the wall, her face still burning scarlet. “I, umm, I don’t think the school really allows, artwork like this?” Kari asked. Her roommate rolled a pair of brown eyes at her and shrugged, tossing back her stylish black hair, “No shit, Sherlock,” she replied, making Kari flinch, “it’s why the poster is on this wall. If an RA comes in, the poster is hidden behind the door.” She attached a ball of sticky putty to the final corner and pressed it into the white brick wall, “I’m Lexi. Nice to meet you.” Kari wanted to protest, and she even opened her mouth to do so, but instead she looked at her feet and shrugged, “Sure, I guess that’ll work. It’s, um, nice to meet you. I’m Kari, and I guess we’ll be spending this year together?” Lexi took a step back, checking out the poster, giving Kari a chance to take in her new roommate. She was dressed in a brightly colored mini skirt with purple leggings, and she wore boots with buckles that crawled up towards her knees. Both arms were covered in fishnet, and she wore an artfully torn t-shirt of a band Kari had never heard of. Lexi was like a punk girl right out of a magazine, and it left Kari feeling like a little girl in her own ankle length skirt. Lexi nodded, happy with the poster’s positioning, and turned to really take in Kari as well. Kari could feel Lexi’s eyes sweep over her modest clothing and blushed again. “God,” Lexi said, “where did they bring you in from? A cattle farm? Hicksville?” Kari blinked, taking a step back from the punk girl. This wasn’t going well. She looked back to the floor and shook her head, “No. I’m from Troy?” Lexi shook her head, “and you’re my roommate? How did you get through school looking like that?” “I was home schooled. I don’t look that bad do I?” “You look like you belong in a nunnery.” “And that’s bad?” “I wouldn’t say bad, but this is college! I’ll let you in on a secret. You can have as much fun here as you want, even if this is a lame all girl’s campus. Your parents aren’t here anymore, they can’t stop you from doing anything. Stick with me, you’ll see.” Kari shrugged. She didn’t know how to reply. Should she mention that her mom couldn’t stop her from doing anything anyway because she’d been dead for the last six months? Or maybe she should let Lexi know that she wasn’t interested in the type of fun being offered. She was here to get good grades, to set herself up for the future, not to flush that future down some party toilet. But none of that seemed like the right thing to say, so Kari just shrugged and walked over to her side of the room. She could feel Lexi watching her as she placed a suitcase on the bed and started unpacking. “I make you uncomfortable, don’t I?” Lexi asked. Kari pulled out a small pile of pleated blue skirts, placing them on her bed, “You’re different than what I expected. I thought a school like this would have more… girls like me.” “Girl’s like you?” “Umm, yes?” “You mean girls that wear grandma clothes and act like they were born about five minutes ago?” Kari turned to face her roommate, “I do not wear grandma clothes. I just like being modest.” Lexi shook her head, “I don’t think so. You’re a unique fucking fairy in those clothes, Kari, and if you go out like that you’re going to get a terrible reputation. I’m your roommate. I can’t let that happen to you!” Lexi got up and walked over to her wardrobe. She shuffled around inside, retrieving a pair of skinny jeans and another torn t, this one plain black. She threw the clothes at Kari. “Until we get you some new things, you’ll just have to borrow mine. Put these on.” Kari squeaked as the clothes hit her in the face. She pulled them away, “I can’t wear these!” She exclaimed, imagining what her dad would say if he saw her in something like that. She lifted away the last of her modest tops from her suitcase. The last of her clothing, a full collection of Disney Princess panties, lay at the bottom. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” Lexi scoffed, “I like Disney as much as anyone else. But princess panties? Were you fucking born in Disney World?” Kari went rigid, her cheeks stained scarlet as she spun around, realizing that Lexi could see right into her bag, “I… er… I mean, my mom…” she mumbled, trying to explain. But she couldn’t figure out what to say, “I… sorry,” she whimpered. Lexi stared at Kari for a long time, and for a second Kari thought she might get hit. This wasn’t what her roommate was supposed to be like! They were supposed to be friends! They were supposed to stay up late studying and talking about hypothetical boys. But this! This wasn’t right at all! She sniffed, desperatly trying not to cry in front of her roommate. Lexi walked over and Kari flinched, but instead of getting hit she was wrapped in a warm hug, “no…” Lexi said softly, “don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault you were conceived on the Small World boats. But this is college! You’ve got to live a little!” Kari sighed in relief, finding comfort in the hug even after Lexi’s condescending attitude. “I guess… I mean, I could try the clothes on,” she replied. It wouldn’t be so bad, and she could always take the clothes off again later. And she had to live with Lexi for the next year - maybe longer! If this could make that easier… she picked up the clothes from Lexi and took them into the bathroom. A couple minutes later she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. The change of clothes made her look so different. Her red hair still hid half her face, but the skin tight jeans hugged her waist, showing of her long legs and cute butt. And the shirt was fitted to draw attention up to her small breasts. It was a sexy look that filled Kari with shame, she wasn’t supposed to look like this. But she looked sexy for maybe the first time in her life, and she didn’t hate it. Which only made her feel guiltier. But she shook her head and pushed the feelings down. When she walked back into the room Lexi checked her out and grinned, “Look at you rock the sex!” She exclaimed, “that’s more fucking like it! Now grab a brush and come over here, I’m going to fix your hair.” Kari flushed at the compliment. It felt wrong to be… rocking the sex. But she had to admit that she looked good. She grabbed a brush and walked over to Lexi’s side of the room, fidgeting with the top a little, making extra sure that the ruffled waistband of her Princess Belle panties wasn’t showing. Kari sat down on Lexi’s bed, handing her roommate the brush. “Good girl,” Lexi said. Kari closed her eyes as Lexi started pulling the brush through her hair. “Of course we’ll need to make this shorter,” Lexi said, “but for now we can put it into a ponytail and get it out of your face. That way people will be able to see how pretty you are. All the girls will be super jealous!” Kari looked over her shoulder, “why would they be jealous of us?” “Because, girl, we’ll be the two sexiest girls on campus! Either they’ll hate us, or they’ll want to fuck us. And either is fine by me.” Lexi pulled Kari’s hair through a colored hair tie. “But… we’re girls! Why would they want to fuck us?” “Because there’s bound to be at least a few lesbians at an all girl’s school?” Kari blushed again. Lesbians? She gulped. Of course she knew what lesbians were, but it had never occurred to her that there might be some on campus. And… had Lexi just admitted that she was a lesbian? “But you aren’t… I mean, you don’t…” Kari muttered. “Are you trying to ask if I’m a lesbian?” Lexi asked. Kari nodded, “I mean, yeah. I guess so?” Lexi put the brush down, finished with Kari’s hair, “I’m not a lesbian. I’m bisexual… although I’ve only ever been with one boy before, and I’ve slept with at least three girls.” Kari gaped, “you’ve had sex?” Lexi chuckled, “you haven’t?” “No! Thats, I mean, it’s what married people do.” At that Lexi broke into full fledged laughter, “God, your like a little nun! How could you possibly have survived until now? Have you even kissed someone before?” Kari shook her head, “no… I’ve been waiting for the right time.” “You’ve waited too fucking long, girl,” Lexi replied. Then Lexi grabbed Kari’s ponytail and gently turned her head. Suddenly she was leaning towards Kari, her lips pursed. Kari panicked and tried to pull away, but Lexi wrapped an arm around her and used her grip on Kari’s hair as leverage. And suddenly Lexi’s lips were on hers. Kari’s eyes went wide as she was kissed for the first time. For a moment she couldn’t move, her mind in a blind panic. Lexi was stealing her first kiss! But her lips were soft and hot against her, and she could smell Lexi all around her. She began to relax into the moment, closing her eyes and sighing against Lexi’s lips. And suddenly her mind caught up. This wasn’t right! Kari pushed away from Lexi hard enough to topple from the bed. She landed on the floor hard and pain swam up her left elbow. “You kissed me!” Kari exclaimed from the floor. Lexi crossed her legs, looking down at Kari from the bed, “observant,” she replied, “but you liked it. I could tell.” Kari looked up at her roommate, and from her position on the floor she could see straight up Lexi’s miniskirt. Her roommate wore a pair of black lace panties that screamed to be pulled aside. Kari blushed and tore her eyes away from them, she shouldn’t be looking! “I didn’t, I mean, it wasn’t, I-” Lexi cut her off, “I know you want a second one.” Kari tried to focus on Lexi’s face, but her eyes kept coming back to stare at those black panties. She just couldn’t look away from them! “But, good girls don’t kiss other girls…” Kari mumbled, her mind still racing through the last few minutes. Her thoughts ranged from, oh my god, she stole my first kiss! To, but it felt really nice! And, she’s wearing such naughty panties! Or, my roommate is a total slut! No! Don’t use that word! She’s a naughty girl though! She tried to shake the thoughts away, but they repeated over and over, and through it all she could feel Lexi staring down at her. “You’re right,” Lexi replied, “good little girls don’t get kissed. But good little girls don’t dress like you either, do they?” Kari wanted to protest. The clothes hadn’t been her idea! But Lexi pressed on. “I don’t think you want to be good, Kari. Besides, it’s just one kiss. You like your first one. I know you did. So come take your second one from me. It’s okay.” Lexi climbed off the bed and knelt down next to her as she talked. She stared into Kari’s eyes, and it was almost hypnotic. Kari wondered if Lexi might be right. The kiss had been nice, one more wouldn’t hurt, right? Kari nodded and nervously reached up to wrap her hand in Lexi’s short, black hair. She gently pulled her roommate down, closing her eyes and offering her lips. Lexi let herself be pulled into Kari’s second kiss. She started the kiss slowly, her lips barely fluttering against Kari’s. But even that slight touch made Kari gasp and she let the soft warmth sweep through her mind. Her heart raced, wondering at the incredible feelings racing through her body. There was no way she was into girls. This was just… living a little. Kari gasped despite herself as Lexi pulled away. But she stayed just inches away from her face. “Such a good kisser,” Lexi said, “you like that, right?” Kari nodded, her mind in a daze, “It felt nice…” “I knew you would like it,” Lexi replied. Then she got to her feet. “Now, be a good girl and come get another.” Kari barely thought about it as she obeyed. She climbed to her feet and let Lexi pull her into a tight hug. Lexi was almost a head taller than her, and Kari looked up into her brown eyes, wondering if she could fall into them. Part of her knew that this was wrong, that she should just pull away, say no, find another roommate… but the larger part of her didn’t want to. And Lexi barely left her time to think. Kari squeaked gently when Lexi’s tongue flickered across her lips, but her body seemed to know what to do. She parted her lips to allow Lexi’s tongue inside, her third kiss turning to a lesson on french kissing. And Lexi was so good at this. Kari felt like her roommate was using her mouth and tongue to steal her soul. She swirled her tongue around Kari’s. Used her teeth to gently bite and her lip, and finally guided Kari to suck on Lexi’s tongue like it was a little cock. And through it all Kari could hear Lexi gasping and moaning, letting her know how turned on she was getting. It was like magic, like fire running through her veins. And the kiss got deeper and more urgent. Kari felt Lexi’s hands exploring her back, moving lower and lower as the kiss continued, until suddenly Lexi reached down to squeeze her butt, making Kari shake and giggle. Kari broke away, wiggling in Lexi’s grasp and looking away shyly. Lexi let the kiss break, but she still held Kari’s body close enough that their breasts pushed together. “That was so hot,” Lexi whispered in Kari’s ear, “so fucking hot.” Kari squirmed, feeling Lexi’s breasts on hers, feeling like she might explode in a column of fire from the feelings racing through her body. “I’m glad you liked it,” Kari replied, “I… can I ask you a question?” Lexi nodded, “anything.” “I… how old were you when you lost your virginity?” Lexi smiled, “fourteen.” “Fourteen? That’s so young!” Lexi laughed and leaned down to kiss Kari’s forehead, “what can I say, Catholic school didn’t really teach me to be a good girl. Instead I was learning how to be…” she paused. “How to be what?” Kari pressed. “If I tell you, promise not to run away?” Kari nodded, “promise. It can’t be that bad.” “Alright,” Lexi replied, “I was learning how to be a very good slut.” Kari froze in Lexi’s arms. That word! No one would use that word to describe themselves! It was lewd, it was… it was wrong! Lexi’s arms tightened around her, “you promised,” she said. Kari nodded, “I won’t run. It’s just… why would you call yourself that?” “Because, I like that word, Kari. When I was fourteen I was adopted by a girl a couple grades ahead of me. And she taught me to be her perfect little pet. She taught me how to have sex, but not just how to do that. She taught me to revel in it. She taught me how to service another, how to get lost in someone else’s pleasure. She taught me how to obey and how to live. I’ll never forget it, and I’ll never forget her.” Kari didn’t know what to say. Everything Lexi was saying was wrong. It was more than wrong, it was completely depraved. Revel in sex? Get lost in someone else’s pleasure? How to obey? What did that even mean? She tried to pull away, but Lexi held her firmly in place, “look at me,” she said. Kari nodded and looked up into those brown orbs. “You’re curious,” Lexi said, “you don’t understand. Your scared. Your about to run away like a startled doe. I can tell… but you don’t have to be afraid. Submitting is the best feeling in the world, and I can show you exactly what that’s like.” Kari shook her head, “No! I don’t want-” Lexi placed a finger over her lips, “hush. Lexi’s talking now.” Kari felt Lexi’s hand drift back down to her butt, squeezing gently. It felt so good! It felt so nice to be pressed body to body, and the kiss had been like nothing she’d ever dreamed of. But she couldn’t. It wasn’t right! But Lexi was still talking. “Let me show you. Submit. Once. Submit to me and I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before, and at the end, if you don’t like it… then we can pretend it never happened. I’ll never ask you to do anything like this again. But just once… let me show you. Just look me in the eye and nod. That’s all you have to do and I’ll show you things you’ve never imagined.” Kari whimpered softly. She squirmed against Lexi, feeling their bodies press together, feeling Lexi’s hand on her butt, “but, umm, I…” Lexi tapped Kari’s lips with her finger, “I told you to hush. Forget your words and just let yourself feel,” she said, beginning to caress her roommate’s butt, “just nod, Kari. All you have to do is nod.” A soft little moan escaped Kari’s lips as Lexi rubbed her bottom. She glanced over her shoulder at the door. She could walk out. She should just put an end to this! Lexi leaned down and whispered in her ear, “just nod.” Lexi’s breath was hot and damp. It sent shivers spiraling down her spine and deep into the center of her being. In that moment there was nothing else she could do. Kari looked up and nodded. Lexi’s smile was warm and happy, “good slut,” she said. Then Lexi kissed Kari hard, letting her passion sweep into the smaller girl. Kari could feel Lexi’s hands start to roam over her body. One hand pressed into the small of her back, while the other, the one on her butt, moved slowly around to the front, rubbing mere inches away from her vagina. She moaned into the kiss, her eyes half shut. In all her life she’d never been prepared to deal with the feelings of need and desire racing through her body. Her hips began to sway without thought, rubbing into Lexi’s hand, desperate to be touched at her burning center. But Lexi didn’t touch her there. Instead she teased Kari, moving her hand closer and closer, but pulling away time and time again. She broke the kiss to move down Kari’s neck, gently biting and kissing along it’s ridge. Each kiss was like a firework exploding through Kari’s body, each one a memory burned into her mind for eternity. “Such a good slut,” Lexi moaned between kissed, “you turn me own so fucking much. So fucking much, Kari. God, I’m so wet for you.” Wet? Kari wondered, not sure what that meant. Then the rest of the words caught up to her, and she shook her head, “I’m not a… I’m not what you called me…” Lexi sucked on Kari’s neck as she protested, sucking hard enough to leave a love mark that Kari would see in the mirror over and over. Kari gasped as Lexi sucked, and then whimpered as Lexi reached down to put a hand on Kari’s breast even while she sucked at her neck. Then she pulled her mouth away with a little popping noise, “stop protesting, little slut. Just relax and feel. Kari squeaked and squirmed in Lexi’s grasp. She whimpered and gave in a bit, melting even further into the experience. She felt so hot in her center. It was like she was going to explode. She was so… Wet? She pulled away in a panic. She was wet! She’d wet her pants! Lexi let her go, confusion written across her face, “what’s wrong?” she asked. Kari shook her head, her hand drifting between her legs trying to cover the wet spot showing through the jeans, “umm, it’s nothing. I just… I need to go to the bathroom real quick,” she stammered, unable to believe she’d wet herself in front of her roommate. Lexi looked down at her, still confused. But she took a step towards Kari, “Shhh… Don’t go, Kari. Everything is fine. You’re doing to great. Just… just lay down for me.” She gently pushed Kari towards the bed. Kari whimpered as she let herself be pushed onto the mattress, “I, but, it’s just… I think I wet myself,” she sniffled, almost in tears. Lexi laughed, and Kari stared up at her, hurt that Lexi would make fun of her. “Oh, hun, you didn’t wet yourself! That’s cum! It’s normal!” Kari shook her head, “I don’t understand…” Lexi shook her head, “when girls get turned on they get wet… like this.” Lexi reached out and took one of Kari’s hands, pulling it beneath her skirt and pushing it into her lace panties. Kari could feel warm wetness pushing into her hands. “You too?” Lexi nodded, “I told you, hun. You make me fucking wet.” Lexi lay on the bed next to Kari, draping a leg across her. She reached over to place her own palm against Kari’s wetness and smiled. “Damn girl, you really are soaked.” Kari shook her head and tried to pull away, “don’t tease me! I’ll just… I’ll go change.” Lexi pressed her palm harder into Kari’s sex, “shhh. Not teasing you,” she said, “I told you… this is normal.” She reached down to unfasten the button on Kari’s jeans. Kari still wasn’t sure what was happening, but Lexi didn’t seem to be making fun of her. And she didn’t really want this to end… “Take of your clothes,” Lexi ordered. Kari blushes, but she nodded. She wanted this so much. She took her top off, revealing a lacy pink bra stuffed to make her small tits look a bit larger. She slid out of her jeans and looked at her panties. They were adorable, white cotton with lace around the waist and legs, and a large print of Belle that was soaked completely through with her need. She blushed in shame “I can’t believe I wet myself…” she muttered, still not really sure what had happened. Lexi watched her with greedy eyes, “don’t worry about it. Take of your bra, but leave your panties on. Then come lay down next to me, okay?” Kari nodded, throwing her stuffed bra onto the floor to show off her breasts. They were tiny a cups, barely bumps on her nearly flat chest. And they were tipped with long nipples at the end of small areolas. “Gorgeous,” Lexi whispered. Kari blushed. She wasn’t sure she agreed, but the compliment warmed her all over. She lay down next to Lexi, feeling her roommate’s heat wash over her. Lexi looked down at her, smiling, “now, close your eyes and no talking. All I want to hear from you is gasps and whimpers now,” she said. Kari nodded and closed her eyes as Lexi moved to straggle her. Then her right breast was suddenly engulfed in warm wetness. She grunted as she felt Lexi’s tongue flick across her nipple, and the grunt turned into a mewl as Lexi reached oever with her other hand to play with her other nipple. And as all of that was happening, Lexi was swaying her hips, rubbing down on Kari’s pantie clad sex. She moaned, the incredible feelings overwhelming her. She’d never had sex, never even masturbated, and all of this was so overwhelming. She panted and began rolling her hips into Lexi’s, writhing on the bed and whimpering cutely. Lexi continued to suck at her nipple, and then her fingers were sneaking inside her panties. She found something and began to stroke it, light as a feather. And suddenly Kari was gasping and screaming. The place Lexi was touching her set off explosions with each feather touch, and she shook beneath her roommate. “What, what is that?” She whimpered. Lexi shook her head, “I told you, no words, slut,” she said, continuing to rub that amazing button. Kari wasn’t even capable of protesting the word. Suddenly the explosions in her body all seemed to go off at once and fire burst through her veins. She screamed loud enough that the entire dorm could probably here her as her very first orgasm overwhelmed her mind and swept through her body. She squirted into her panties, flooding them with cum. And through it all Lexi continued to palm her nipple, whispering encouragement. “Wet yourself for me, little slut. Wet yourself for Lexi.” And as the orgasm passed, Lexi kissed her way down Kari’s body, using her tongue to tease that same place, using her hands to caress her inner thighs. Kari spread her legs side, wanting - needing - more of that feeling. She writhed on the bed, arching her back and looked up at Lexi through dazed eyes. “Please, don’t stop,” Kari gasped, “it feels so good. Keep going. Please!” Lexi licked that spot more, then she began eating Kari out through the panties, teasing relentlessly. Kari squealed over and over as Lexi brought her right to the edge over and over. But each time Lexi pulled away, leaving Kari in total desperation. It was like Lexi could see into her soul, like she knew everything Kari was feeling. Lexi teased her for nearly five minutes, leaving Kari panting and moaning in exhaustion, desperate and ready to do almost anything to cum. Lexi looked down then, staring right into Kari’s eyes. “Tell me you want to cum,” she ordered, grinding against Kari’s sex to keep her right on the edge. Kari whimpered in desperation, “Please, Lexi. Please, I want to cum!” She cried, barely aware of the words, just knowing that they would let her finally be pushed over the edge. “I know you do,” Lexi said as she moved against her, “but I can’t let you do that until you promise to be my submissive. If you want to cum you have to promise that you will serve me from now on, always putting me before yourself. You have to submit. Can you do that? Will you let me by your mistress?” Kari whimpered, thrusting up into Lexi as hard as she could. She knew she shouldn’t agree. But she had to cum. She needed to! “Yes!” She exclaimed, “you can be my mistress!” “Ask me to cum then, slut,” Lexi ordered, moving harder and faster against her. Kari flinched, but she didn’t protest, “please, mistress! Please, can I cum?” Lexi nodded and reached down to pinch both of Kari’s nipples, speeding up even more. “Cum for me, little slut. Cum for your mistress.” Kari screamed as her second orgasm exploded. She thrust against Lexi as hard as she could, squirting cum in a flood that soaked her panties and messed all over the bed. She felt her eyes roll into the back of her head as she screamed over and over, cumming so hard that everything went white. Finally the world began to come back into focus. Lexi was rolling off of her, moving to sit up next to her. She reached over and pulled Kari’s head into her lap, gently playing with her hair as the orgasm subsided. “I can’t believe it. You squirt,” she said softly, “I’m so proud of you!” Kari blushed, glancing down at the sodden mess. The smell of it was thick and heavy, filling the entire room. “I made a mess…” she muttered. “Shh… it was hot. Don’t be sorry, hun. I told you, I’m proud of you.” “But…” Lexi put a finger over her lips again, “you must be exhausted. Close your eyes and fall asleep. I want you to remember every moment of this.” Kari nodded, post orgasmic bliss mixed with utter mental exhaustion, “yes Lexi,” she muttered. She closed her eyes and lay her head in Lexi’s lap. Her roommate played with her hair, running it gently through her fingers. The feeling was calm and soothing, and soon Kari drifted off to sleep.
  24. Hey guys! I am going to be alone in my house for a few week coming up. I love diapers (I wear them for fun). Since I have been a bad boy, I need to be punished. Does anyone have ideas for a diaper punishment? Not to sexual or public.
  25. Chapter One "It's a big decision," Claire's mother worriedly commented. "Are you sure it's something you want to do at your age?" she asked, knowing that the answer would be the same as last time, and every time before that, ever since Claire had informed Kathy of her intentions six months ago. "Ugh, yes mum," the nineteen-year-old whined from the other room, exactly as Kathy expected. "Besides," Claire continued, lowering her voice to room temperature as she lugged a box into the kitchen, "It'll only be sixth weeks at a time, at least at first." Claire dropped the large brown cardboard box on the table with what she hoped would be a conversation-ending thud, but was disappointingly a merely a muffled comma. Her mother looked up from her rapidly cooling cup of tea, and was about to begin a new tack when Claire cut her off: "Anyway, it's not like they don't have the internet in Germany! And you know I'll always be a few hours flight away." It was the trip of a lifetime, and what's more, it tied into her studies at university, and so would even count towards her degree! She certainly wasn't going to let her neurotic mother get in the way. Kathy had always been more than a little nervous about Claire's various escapades, even something as little as a sleepover with school friends. Of course, Kathy had a little more reason to be worried than most parents. Claire had been, until the age of about 14, what they used to euphemistically call a 'bedwetter', but in the last few years had become known as 'wetters'. As it became clear that the new generation was increasingly likely to be only fully out of diapers by five, and a significant minority of about 20% were in need of night-time diapers until mid-adolescence, new phrases had begun to creep into common usage. The Government initially used the term "incontinence sufferers", but this was rapidly thrown out by the younger generation as patronising. They then moved onto "those who use toilets less", until settling for the simple, catch-all phrase "diaper wearers". Never one to miss an opportunity, of course, the diaper industry had thrived with this increase in marketing potential. Claire remembered the old "Drynites" brand vaguely, and shuddered at the thought of the unfortunate souls who had to wear them. Flimsy, low-capacity and small, they were quickly replaced by increasingly large sizes of baby diapers, and by the time Claire had finally outgrown her bedwetting, most large supermarkets sold tape-up diapers all the way up to a 32" waist, with capacity and print variations to suit plenty of tastes. Kathy's concern for her daughter was more of a hangover from the perceptions of bedwetters from her day - Claire would always tell her not to worry, as usually at least one other girl would be in diapers at any sleepover. Kathy, however, worried nonetheless, and Claire was quietly grateful. It was better, she thought, to have a mum who cared too much, instead of too little. So, 5 years free from diapers, Claire was here, packing for her first big trip abroad - six weeks working at the University in Cologne! Claire opened the large brown box and began placing its contents on the kitchen table. Books, pencil cases, protractors, notepaper - it was all here, stationary she hadn't needed since school days, neatly packed away by Kathy. Kathy, oblivious to Claire's silent thanks, began to fuss, "Well don't get it all out here! Take it up to your room, that's where your clothes and suitcases are!". Knowing she was right, Claire grunted in annoyed approval and began to quickly place the items back in the box. As she threw in the last pencil case, she felt her hand brush up against a familiar surface - a sort of fine cotton - but ironically she couldn't quite put her finger on what it reminded her of. Eager to escape her now irritated mother, she bustled upstairs, trying hard not to drop her now unbalanced box of school things as she went. Laying the stationary out on the slightly dusty floor of her bright, modern bedroom, she began to make piles - "take", "keep", and "throw away". Ikea pencils went in "throw away", treasured teenage doodles went in "keep", and her best pens went in "take", ready to packed off to Germany. As she reached the bottom of the box, having filled the "keep" pile far larger than her mother would have liked, Claire's hand again brushed up against that family fabric. Curious, she looked into the box. There, at the bottom in the corner, was a solitary diaper. It was clearly unused, and it was clearly hers - first, it was covered in a little blue flower pattern, and second, it looked about the size and thickness of a small parcel, certainly big enough for her 24" waist. Her heart beating imperceptibly faster, Claire reached down and picked it up. First, she went to put it into the throw away pile, "After all," she reasoned to herself, "No one would want one old diaper, and I certainly don't need it". But she stayed her hand, and placed it down in the "keep" pile. "Who knows," she though, "I might need it in the future - maybe I'll get the flu, and won't be able to make it to the toilet". She stood up, and was about to go downstairs when the blue and white diaper, perched on a pile of half-used school books and potentially useful post-it notes, caught her eye one more time. "Well, if I am going to be in Germany for 6 weeks, why wouldn't I need it then? Besides, I don't know what exactly the diaper situation is over there, so it may be the only thing I can find." To be on the safe side, then, she moved it to the "take" pile, ready to be packed. But first she went down stairs for a nice cup of tea.