Elfy

Indeed, Mel's sister is being a bit horrible, but I think the mother at least thinks she's helping... Whether she actually is or not, who knows. I think that becomes clearer in the full story!

When eighteen-year-old Mel starts having problems with her panties, it quickly becomes common knowledge to the whole family. The stains she leaves behind a constant headache for her mother, Sharon. One day, Sharon, exasperated with her oldest daughter's constant failures to use the toilet, takes matters into her own hands. If Mel isn't keeping her panties clean, then Sharon will help her. When that doesn't help she decides some more disposable underwear is perhaps required. Mel, horrified at the path she is being taken down, is desperate to prove this is all unnecessary but can't seem to meet her mother's expectations. Soon things are out of hand for Mel and she finds herself further away from her panties than ever. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on perspective, Sharon has a fail safe, something which will almost certainly get the results she wants. The family holiday to a cabin in the woods, a traditional place for toddlers in the family to potty train, is coming up. Mel soon discovers exactly what potty training entails. This story is full of humiliation as Mel tries and tries again to prove she is a "big girl." Will she be able to get her panties back before going to college? You can see the FULL 100+ page story RIGHT NOW at the $10 tier or higher! https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Mel didn’t sleep well. It seemed at least a couple of times an hour she would startle awake and feel the diapers between her legs again. The warmth ebbed away and every time she woke up it was just a little cooler, to the point where she started wondering if it would be better to wake her mom up to ask for a change. She shivered. There was no way she could do that. The fact she was going to get the diaper changed at all was bad enough, she couldn’t ask for it like a toddler who failed potty training. It wasn’t a surprise to Mel, then, when she woke up again in what seemed to be the early morning. Outside of the window she could hear chirping birds, and the light was from the rising sun was streaming through a gap in the curtains. Mel was facing the wall and pulled her cover tighter to her, she felt tired still, she certainly wasn’t ready to face the day. There was a prodding into her diaper. Mel’s half-asleep brain barely registered it. She just moaned and shifted closer to the wall on the opposite side of the bed. A few seconds later she felt the prodding again, this time accompanied by a gasp and a familiar giggle. Her eyes shot open immediately. “Oh my god!” Vicky exclaimed, “You’re soaked!” Mel scrambled to get away from the hand that prodded her obviously wet diaper. There was only so far, she could go in her bed as she tried to keep the cover from slipping off, she was naked underneath except for the padding. She rolled over, suddenly wide awake, and saw her grinning sister leaning over the bed. “Get out!” Mel yelped as her face went red, “I’ll call mom!” “Oh? You’ll call for mommy?” Vicky laughed again, “Don’t you remember the rules? I’m here to help look after you.” Mel felt like her face was boiling. She felt so embarrassed. The worst part was that she knew Vicky was right. Their mother would only side with one of them and it wasn’t Mel. She clenched her fists around the cover more tightly as she tried to think of a way to maintain at least a little dignity. Her sister already knew she had soaked her diaper… “I didn’t wet myself in my sleep!” Mel quickly blurted out, “I woke up to do it!” In Mel’s head this sounded a like an improvement. Telling her sister, she wasn’t a bedwetter seemed good. She wasn’t sure Vicky agreed though as her older sister burst out laughing. She actually ended up doubled over as Mel sat impotently on the bed. She almost started to with Mom was there just to get this all over with. “Oh? So, you woke up in the night to pee your pants?” Vicky asked innocently though the giggles kept trying to break through, “You know, I thought Mom was going a bit overboard with all this stuff but clearly you are still just a little baby. What’s the matter? Couldn’t make it to your potty in time?” Mel looked down at the cover. Underneath it she could feel the tightly taped on diaper hugging her hips, the padding pressed against her skin now cool and slightly uncomfortable, she wanted it off right away. Just the knowledge that it contained so much of her pee made her want to get rid of it. For a fraction of a moment, she even considered asking Vicky for help since she wasn’t allowed to change herself. “This is so great.” Vicky said. She genuinely looked like all her birthdays and Christmases had arrived at once. “It’s not.” Mel said quietly. She was starting to sniffle as the shock of her wake-up was replaced by the horror of her situation. “Oh, it’s something you’ve deserved for a long time.” Vicky replied. “W-What do you mean?” Mel asked. Vicky just shook her head, ignoring the question and instead focusing on Mel’s trembling bottom lip. “Aww, don’t cry, little baby.” Vicky said in the tone of voice reserved for mollifying sulky children, “We’ll get you out of that nasty diaper.” The word “diaper” seemed to have extra venom when it came from Vicky. It felt even less like something just used to help people with bladder problems, when it came from Vicky it sounded like something ONLY a baby would have. And could Mel really disagree with her? After all the stained panties it was difficult to do so. “Imagine what your friends at school would think.” Vicky continued, “Ooh, maybe I should take some photos to send to your roommates at university. Make sure they know they have a baby to look after down the hall…” “Shut up!” Mel yelled. Her eyes, filled with tears, started to leak. She wished she wouldn’t cry, “Be quiet or…” “What’s on all this shouting about?” Mom’s voice seemed to cool the simmering tensions immediately. Not because she was going to appease everyone but because neither sister wanted to get on her bad side. Mel looked away and closed her eyes. She just wanted to be left alone. “Mom, I was just checking Melissa like you said I should…” Vicky’s voice had abruptly changed so it was dripping with sweetness. She even used Mel’s full name which would give her extra brownie points, “But she’s been making it difficult.” “It’s embarrassing!” Mel cried out, “I could deal with this myself if you let me!” “Is this true?” Sharon asked, “Have you been making it difficult for your sister to check you?” “She already knows I’m wet!” Mel shouted before she could stop herself. There was a silence. Mel cringed at her exclamation and looked away. The sobs she was trying to suppress were fighting there way up through her and getting blocked in her throat. The quietness was overpowering, it settled on the three women like a blanket. Mel certainly wasn’t going to be the one to break it as she felt doing so would just result in her bursting into tears. “Is that true?” Sharon eventually asked. At first Mel thought her mother was talking to her but as she opened her mouth to speak, she was beaten to the punch by Vicky. “Yes.” Vicky said. She even sighed like she was somehow disappointed and not thrilled at this chance to humiliate her sister, “She’s soaked.” “I see.” Sharon said shortly, “Well, Vicky, thank you for being responsible. If you don’t mind, I’ll sort Mel out.” “Of course, Mom.” Vicky replied and she happily made her way out of the room, goals fulfilled. Mel felt herself relax a little bit. She was still humiliated beyond belief but with Vicky gone things became slightly easier. She knew Mom couldn’t be angry with her. This was what she had wanted. Mel was to wear the diaper and use it if needed. She hadn’t been supposed to even ask for her potty overnight. Mel finally turned back to her mom who was stony faced as she walked over to the bed. The edge of the cover was taken and pulled quickly back leaving Mel fully exposed. She blushed anew as her mother visually examined the padding that had clearly changed colour and then reached forwards and pressed her pam against it. Mel shivered as she felt the cold sponge get pressed against her body. It felt so much worse now that it had cooled down compared to right after she had wet it. “Why didn’t you use the potty more when you had the chance?” Sharon asked accusatorily. “I didn’t need to go then…” Mel replied. “Really?” Sharon didn’t sound like she believed Mel, “And yet you apparently had a full bladder just a few hours later…” “I didn’t choose to do this!” Mel exclaimed. She pouted slightly and then continued in a lower voice, “I didn’t want to wet myself.” Whilst her mom didn’t say anything in response it was clear that Mel wasn’t being believed. She didn’t get it. Surely Mom didn’t think she would deliberately not use the potty just to wet herself. That was insane. Mel didn’t get a chance to defend herself though. “Alright, lay down and I’ll change you.” Sharon said. Mel really just wanted to curl up under the covers and hide from the whole world forever but that wasn’t going to be an option given to her. She looked over to make sure her bedroom door was closed before slowly pushing the cover off of herself. She laid down on the bed feeling a slight chill in the early morning air. “Vicky wasn’t kidding. You’re soaked.” Sharon said with a sigh, “I’m starting to wonder if a pull-up will even suffice…” “What? No! You promised!” Mel quickly squealed, “A pull-up is enough! I’ll… I’ll come tell you when I need the potty!” Mel hated how desperate she sounded to wear the training underwear. It was a lot better than the alternative of another thick diaper though. She looked up at her mom hopefully. The pull-up would be non-negotiable after her stained panties the previous day, but she felt like she could avert something worse. “OK, but you need to remember the rules.” Sharon said as she started pulling on the diaper’s tapes, “Any accidents in the pull-up and it is straight into diapers for the rest of the day.” As if Mel could forget such embarrassing rules. She turned her head to the side as the diaper was opened. A strong smell of urine escaped, and Mel became even more disgusted by what she had done. She jumped when she felt a cold baby wipe against her skin and shivered as she was cleaned by her mom as if she was just a useless baby. The diaper was pulled out from underneath her and Mel could see the damage she had done. The disposable hung heavily in her mom’s hands and the padding had greyed significantly. The wetness indicator hadn’t just changed colour, in many places it had disappeared entirely. She closed her eyes in embarrassment. Just a few days previous this whole situation would’ve seemed impossible to her. Mel watched as the diaper was balled up and taped closed. Her mom made a comment about getting a diaper pail that really didn’t improve Mel’s mood one bit. Eventually a pull-up was taken from the packet and opened up. It seemed a little stiff and it rose up way too high for any waistband to cover but the lack of crinkling and thickness were welcomed after what Mel had just endured overnight. Not allowed to put the pull-up on herself, as if there was any way she could get it wrong, Mel put her hands on her mom’s shoulders as she stepped into the new underwear. It was swiftly pulled up around her waist. “Now, remember…” Sharon started. “Yes, yes, I know.” Mel interrupted, “I’ll come find you when I need the toilet.” “The potty.” Sharon corrected her daughter, “And your father or sister can do it as well.” Mel scowled. As if she was ever going to ask Vicky to take her to the potty. Even the thought made her think she might die in shame. Mom left the room, and Mel was grateful to be alone again. It was hard to believe it, but she was thankful to be in the pull-up. After the diaper she had been in previously it felt so small and unobtrusive. Hours passed and Mel spent her time in her room listening to music on headphones. She was alternately preparing for college, just weeks away and she was counting down the days, and laying on the bed daydreaming of what it would be like. Twice she needed to use her potty in that time. Both times it meant going to find her mom and then being supervised peeing into the plastic bowl. It was utterly humiliating. “Good girl!” Sharon would loudly and effusively praise her adult daughter. It was only around mid-afternoon that a new problem arose, something that was both inevitable and dreaded. Mel needed to poop. She looked at the potty and felt a shiver. Just peeing in that thing was humiliating enough, she couldn’t imagine what going number two in it would be like. She tried to ignore the feeling. What she was waiting for, she didn’t know. Eventually the pressure in Mel’s bowels became too much to ignore. With resignation she stood up and made her way downstairs. She was already blushing. Eighteen-years-old and yet having to go get her mom so she could use the potty. If she’d had any good alternatives Mel would’ve been out of the house. She tried to tell herself it wasn’t going to be for long and then she would never have to look back, it didn’t particularly help in the moment. “Where’s Mom?” Mel asked when she looked into the living room and saw only Vicky. “Out.” Vicky said without looking up from her phone. “Dad?” Mel asked. “Out.” Vicky grunted. “When will they be back?” Mel asked. The panic was rising as she tried to keep herself calm. “I don’t know.” Vicky answered unhelpfully. Mel pulled herself away from the living room entrance and walked down to the kitchen as if in a trance. This was a huge problem. She had already ignored her body to the point she was growing increasingly uncomfortable, she knew she needed the potty soon. The rules stated she had to be supervised and there was only one person in the house who could do it… The thought of breaking the rules crossed Mel’s mind but the consequences worried her. If she was discovered using the toilet she could only guess what would happen next. Even if she used the potty on her own, she would then need to get rid of what she had done. Either way it would mean flushing the toilet and if Vicky heard it, she was in big trouble. As Mel’s panic spread, she wondered just how far her mom would go, maybe she’d even keep her home instead of letting her go to college. The preparations and daydreams seemed to go up in smoke as Mel’s anxious mind imagined the worst scenarios possible. There wasn’t anything else for it. Mel was going to have to ask her sister to help her. It was a new low. Imagining herself squatting on the potty and pooping with Vicky standing over her was almost too much to bear. She had no choice though. Mel took a deep breath and headed back towards the living room. “Erm, Vicky?” Mel said slowly. “What?” Vicky replied. She still hadn’t even looked at Mel. “I, erm, well, I need the…” Mel was finding that the words were getting lost between her brain and her mouth. They just weren’t coming out. “Ugh, gross.” Vicky said. Clearly the message had got across. Vicky stood up and looked far from happy as she turned to face Mel. At just that moment, Mel felt a cramp in her lower belly and put her hand there as she winced through it. Vicky stopped and frowned. “Wait…” Vicky said slowly, “What do you need to do?” “You know what I need to do.” Mel replied tersely, “Mom said if I needed to use-…” “You need your baby potty, I know that.” Vicky said, “What do you need it for?” Mel remained silent. Her face was growing increasingly red. She wished this didn’t have to be a whole discussion; it was humiliating enough without having Vicky dragging it out. The pressure was reaching the point where Mel was finding it difficult to stand still, she really didn’t have too long to really talk about this. She was getting frustrated and annoyed; it wasn’t like she wanted to be in this situation any more than Vicky did. “Why do you think I need it?” Mel hissed. “I mean what do you need to do?” Vicky asked. When Mel didn’t immediately answer she continued, “Do you need to pee?” After a moment’s hesitation Mel shook her head. She saw Vicky’s face change from a mild distaste to complete revulsion. She started shaking her head and then sat back down on the couch. “No. Freaking. Way.” Vicky said as she continued shaking her head, “I’m NOT dealing with that.” “But Mom said…” Mel started desperately. “I don’t care what Mom said.” Vicky seemed to want nothing more than for Mel to get out of her sight. Mel felt another cramp, one that wasn’t passing easily. Alarm bells were ringing inside her head. “If… If you don’t help me, I’ll tell Mom!” Mel said desperately. One of her hands had gone back to press against her butt. “And I’ll just tell her you never came to get me.” Vicky retorted, “Who do you think she’ll believe?” Mel moaned. Vicky was right, of course, she would be believed. Mel had been caught breaking the rules and not doing the right thing repeatedly, her parents didn’t seem to trust her at all at that moment. Mel was breathing heavily, desperation sinking in. She had an overwhelming urge to run away and hide somewhere. The calculations had changed, she was going to end up in trouble no matter what, she had to get to the toilet and deal with the consequences later. Mel turned and took one step. Another cramp rolled through her belly. She looked back at Vicky who seemed totally unbothered by what was happening to her younger sister. Mel bit her lip, her fist hit the wall either side of the doorway in frustration. “Well, what am I supposed to do!?” Mel asked desperately. “Wait for Mom and Dad.” Vicky said with a shrug. “I can’t!” Mel exclaimed. “That sounds like a you problem.” Vicky replied. Mel was about to answer with a string of expletives when she was hit by another cramp. They were so close together now and the pressure was nearly overwhelming. She was sure she was seconds away from losing control and she had nowhere to go. At the very least Mel needed to get away from Vicky. She turned for the stairs but before she could even reach the bottom step, she felt her tummy pushing down. It didn’t care that she was fully dressed, it didn’t care that she wasn’t on a toilet, Mel’s tummy had decided enough was enough. With a wail of despair Mel stopped in place with her legs apart. She bent forwards slightly and as the last of her strength left her, she felt her butt trembling and then giving way. With her eyes tightly closed Mel felt a surge of semi-solid poop seem to pour into her pull-up. She felt the soft material deform as the back was pushed out. “What the hell are you doing!?” Vicky yelled. She could see everything from her seat on the couch. Mel could only respond with a moan as another cramp ended with another push. The pull-up bulged out behind her as she filled it a little more. The smell was quickly permeating the material and contaminating the air. Mel was desperate to retreat to her room where she was relatively safe, but she couldn’t move. She was stuck in place until she was finished. “Oh my god!” Vicky’s voice was closer though Mel didn’t dare turn around, “Are you serious? Are you a complete baby? Christ, the smell…” As the last cramps subsided Mel thought it was finally over. The pull-up had somehow managed to contain the entire accident even if it was bulging out in dramatic fashion. Mel slowly straightened up and felt everything moving. She was completely red in the face and couldn’t bear to look behind her at Vicky. She took a step towards the stairs. It was the grossest step ever, the contents of her pull-up slipped and slid against her skin. “Where are you going?” Vicky asked. Her voice was muffled and although Mel couldn’t bring herself to look at her sister, she thought she was probably covering her mouth and nose from the smell. “To get cleaned up…” Mel muttered in shame. “You’re staying down here.” Vicky replied. “But-…” Mel finally turned around in shock. “The rules are the rules.” Vicky didn’t look like she was too happy about it herself, “You’re not supposed to change yourself.” “Then change me!” Mel practically begged. It was only because of her sister that she had ended up in such a state. “I’m not going near that thing.” Vicky said, “Ugh, I think I’m going to throw up.” The smell was bad and getting worse. Mel felt tears prickling her eyes. There was nothing she could do about anything that was happening, she was upset, humiliated, and frustrated. If Vicky didn’t want to deal with the pull-up, she should’ve helped her with the potty in the first place. Vicky walked back into the living room. Mel reached down and prodded her pull-up, it felt like it was barely holding on. As bad as things were right then she dreaded how much worse they could get if the padding could no longer contain what she had done. “W-What am I supposed to do!?” Mel called through to her sister desperately. “I don’t care.” Vicky shouted back, “But you’re waiting for mom to get home.” Mel stamped her foot in annoyance and was then almost immediately grateful Vicky didn’t see it. She looked a little too much like a toddler about to have a tantrum. But when her underwear was so full of poop it probably wouldn’t have made any difference to how she was viewed if she had dropped to the floor and had a full-on tantrum. She was angry that her sister had made this happen and that gave her an idea. Things couldn’t get worse as far as she was concerned, but she could still give her sister a little of her own medicine. If she was going to have to put up with the stink, then Vicky could as well. Mel waddled into the living room and walked over to the couch. Vicky was sat at one end with her shirt pulled up over her nose. She looked up at Mel and even with half her face hidden the stinky woman could tell her sister’s expression was one of disgust. “What are you doing?” Vicky asked. “Well, you said I have to wait down here.” Mel said, “So unless you change me, you’ll have to put up with the smell as well.” “God, you’re acting like a complete baby.” Vicky said accusatorily. Mel knew she wasn’t being completely “adult” but in that moment she didn’t care. Her sister had forced her into this position, so she was going to play the role. The problem was, she wasn’t exactly what to do next. She certainly didn’t want to sit down and make the disaster in the pull-up any worse “Then change me!” Mel demanded, “Mom said you would!” “You’ve got to be kidding…” Vicky replied. She stood up and shook her head, “You can stay down here and enjoy playing in your own crap, I’m getting as far from this smell as I can.” “You… You can’t just leave me like this!” Mel was cringing as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Mom will be home soon.” Was all that Vicky said. Mel watched her sister pinch her nose as she walked out of the living room. Mel felt so gross, and she regretted how she had acted. It wasn’t like she had to give people MORE reasons to think she was a useless baby. Thankfully, it wasn’t long until Sharon’s car pulled up and the girl’s mother stepped out with some shopping. Mel had seen the car arrive through the living room window and eagerly stepped into the hallway. She was becoming somewhat nose-blind to her smell, but she was still eager to get out of the pull-up. As soon as the door opened Mel was ready. “Mom, I need a change!” Mel said quickly. “Phew, I’ll say.” Sharon replied with a visible wince. “Didn’t you ask Vicky to take you to help you with the potty?” Alistair asked. “I did!” Mel replied with a vigorous nod, “She wouldn’t do it!” Normally, Mel would be mortified at admitting to her mother that she had asked permission to use the potty and after being denied had pooped her pants, but these were not normal times. She could see Sharon’s lips thin. “Alright, come with me.” Sharon said as she slipped her shoes off and made for the stairs. Mel wasn’t sure what was happening, but she followed her mom up the stairs. Each step made her wince as climbing the stairs seemed to spread the mess she had made on herself. Sharon strode down the landing until she reached Vicky’s door. There was music playing inside but she banged on the door until it shut off. Vicky opened the door with a frown. “What?” Vicky asked. “Your sister says she asked you to help her with the potty and that you refused.” Sharon stated, “Is this true?” “No.” Vicky replied. Mel’s mouth dropped open, “I’ve been up here and hadn’t heard a peep from her.” Mel couldn’t believe it. Her sister was lying so effortlessly that if she hadn’t known the truth, she would’ve assumed Vicky was being entirely honest. Sharon nodded her head and looked back at Mel. “It’s not true!” Mel exclaimed, “I asked and she said she wasn’t going to help me!” “Thank you.” Sharon said to Vicky. She rounded on Mel and grabbed hold of the eighteen-year-old’s wrist. “What are you doing?” Mel asked desperately as she was yanked towards her room, “Wait… Stop pulling me… She’s lying!” Mel was practically dragged into her bedroom and stumbled forwards towards the bed. She couldn’t believe it. Vicky had suggested that if it became the word of one woman against the other that it was she who would be believed, now Mel was seeing it firsthand. It seemed like Vicky’s word just counted for more than Mel’s now. “This isn’t fair!” Mel yelled. “After all the lies you’ve told me and all your recent behaviour you expect to believe you’re telling the truth?” Sharon asked. She shook her head, “You’ve really let me down.” “It’s not my fault!” Mel was sobbing. She desperately wanted to maintain her composure so she could argue her case, but her emotions were taking over. “It’s always someone else’s fault.” Sharon shook her head, “I’m sorry but you need to be taught that lying and trying to get your sister in trouble is wrong.” “But I’m not lying!” Mel practically screamed. It was a waste of breath. Mel had barely finished when her hand was taken, and she was pulled the final couple of steps to the bed. She stumbled and put her arms out to prevent herself ending up face down on the mattress. She felt a push but stayed upright. For a second, she felt like she was winning this battle of wills. Smack. Mel gasped and winced as she felt her mom’s hand slap against the papery back of her pull-up. She felt the insides, the stinky mess that she had tried to keep as separated from her body as possible, smeared against her skin. She barely had time to register what was happening before another spank landed. Then another. And another. It didn’t last long but by the end of it Mel could feel that the poop in her pants now covered most of her rear end. It was a miracle it hadn’t leaked. When Sharon’s hand pulled away for the final time she helped her adult daughter to her feet. “I think this is going to require the shower.” Sharon said simply. Mel was in no position to argue. She felt shocked and just wanted to be changed as soon as humanly possible. If that meant going to the bathroom then so be it. She waddled behind her mother feeling the disgusting feeling of her underwear practically glued to her skin. It was all so unfair. She had been telling the truth, but her mom hadn’t believed her. Growing up, it had always been Vicky who got into trouble whilst Mel worked hard and received praise for it. It was like the world had turned upside down, now Vicky was seen as responsible and honest whilst she was a troublemaker. Mel was taken directly to the shower where she stripped down to her pull-up. The smell was incredibly bad, and Sandra opened the window as wide as it could go, the small amount of fresh air that was let in didn’t seem to do much against the overwhelming stink. Mel’s mom turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up. “Take off your pull-up.” Sharon ordered. --- You can read the full 100+ page story right now on either my Ream or my SubscribeStar page: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/md27ffmjf6f838 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1961854

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So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Emily led the way up the stairs and could hear Davina following behind. She was aware of how much her rear end was swaying, the bulging backside of her diaper giving her a pronounced waddle. A hand pressed against the diaper and she heard Davina chuckle to herself. Walking into the nursery, Emily turned to Davina and waited for her to make a remark about the babyish room. She waited as Davina walked a slow lap and looked at the barred bed, the changing table and the toys scattered around. It was the room of an overgrown infant and Emily was sure Davina would have something to say about it. “You have such a cool room!” Davina finally said. “I… Huh!?” Emily was startled. That was the last reaction she expected. “I’m jealous!” Davina continued, “This is adorable.” Jealous? Emily was confused. How could a fully grown woman be jealous of a glorified nursery? Emily decided it didn’t matter too much as long as Davina wasn’t making fun of her. She didn’t say anything as she lifted herself up on to the changing table and laid down. Davina came back over and, with a wide smile on her face, she started pulling the flaps of Emily’s onesie apart. “I’m not used to being on this end of things.” Davina said with a little giggle, “But I’m sure I’ll muddle through.” Not for the first time, Emily was left confused by what Davina said. “This end of things” didn’t really make a lot of sense. She wasn’t given a lot of time to think it over though. The flaps of her onesie sprung up over her belly leaving the diaper underneath exposed. As the babysitter started pulling at the tapes Emily felt a sinking feeling. Did this person know she was trans? Davina was about to open the diaper and see her caged princess parts and it was already too late to stop or warn her. The front of the diaper was lowered between Emily’s legs. She scrunched her eyes tightly closed waiting for Davina to start laughing or shouting at her. Seconds ticked by as she waited until… a cool baby wipe was swiped across Emily’s balls. Her eyes shot open and she dared to look down at Davina who was still smiling as she started cleaning Emily’s diaper area. It didn’t make any sense. Had Amelia revealed all of Emily’s secrets to this woman? Davina seemed to be taking a lot of time making sure Emily was clean. She was very gentle and went over Emily’s sensitive spots more than once. Emily winced slightly, her princess parts didn’t try to grow big as often these days, her body had learnt that the chastity cage wasn’t going to give, but she couldn’t stop the physical reactions completely. The wipes moved towards the back and Emily could feel Davina using a finger wrapped in a wipe. The finger probed at Emily’s exit hole, circling the outside first but slowly moving more and more towards the centre. Emily bit her lip. She was quickly growing flustered. The finger pressed slightly and enter Emily to the first knuckle. Before Emily could stop herself, a small moan escaped her lips. “Naughty girl.” Davina smirked. The finger was withdrawn and the diaper slipped out from under Emily’s ass. She felt more than a little disappointed as a new diaper was slipped under Emily and pulled up between her legs. It was taped closed and the onesie was done up before Davina moved away and let Emily drop down from the changing table. “Let’s see what we’ve got to dress you in.” Davina said as she opened the closet door. Emily bit her lip as the extent of her infantile wardrobe was brought to light. She blushed as Davina gasped in apparent joy and covered her mouth. Yet again, instead of making fun of her, Davina instead started going through the outfits. She gave an opinion on each one, mostly positive. “Oh, you simply must wear this.” Davina said as she unhooked a hanger. Emily saw the outfit being brought out. It wasn’t one she had worn before but it made her blush. A baby blue onesie with paw prints all over it and a hood with a couple of floppy dog ears coming off the side. She’d always been a big fan of dogs, clearly Davina thought the same way as she brought the childish clothing over. “Arms up.” Davina instructed. Emily obeyed without thinking. Her arms went up into the air and the onesie was fed down over them. As it came down over her body the hood was already up and encompassed her head, the long floppy ears resting on her shoulder. Davina knelt down to pop the front and back flaps together. “I love it!” Davina said when she took a step back, “Hold on, I have to take a photo for your Mommy.” “You really don’t…” Emily started. “Say “Woof!”” Davina said with a wide grin as she held up her phone. “W-Woof…” Emily blushed as hard as she had ever done in her life as she heard the camera shutter sound effect on Davina’s phone. “I’ll just send this to Amelia.” Davina said as she tapped her screen, “She’ll love it.” Emily reached up and pulled the dog ears over her eyes. This was all so embarrassing and she still didn’t understand how Davina was so cool with it all. It would’ve been easier if the babysitter had been mean about everything that was happening! “And sent.” Davina said as she put her phone away, “Right, let’s get you some dinner.” Emily was ready to walk out of the room but Davina took the initiative. As the babysitter walked past, she took Emily’s hand and started leading her. It was starting to feel like Emily was a visitor in Davina’s house rather than the other way around. Emily waddled down the stairs with her disposable underwear crinkling with every wide-legged step of the way. “Amelia told me she left you something in the fridge.” Davina said as they entered the kitchen, “Huh, I would’ve expected a highchair.” Emily was already red in the face so the fresh blush probably passed by without being noticed. Her hand was let go and she walked around the table to sit in a chair facing the fridge. She watched as Diana opened the door and looked around. When she saw what she was looking for she laughed. “Oh my…” Davina commented. Emily wasn’t sure what Davina was talking about until the food was brought over to the table. Firstly, there was a bowl of mush which she assumed was baby food. It wasn’t something Emily was fed often but it seemed Amelia really wanted her to know her place. The second item was a large baby bottle with a note taped to the side. “Milk. Fresh from the source.” Was written in Amelia’s handwriting and next to it she had drawn a winking face. “You really are very lucky.” Davina commented as she took the bowl of baby food to the microwave to warm it up, “Do you know how many big babies would kill for all this?” “Big babies?” Emily muttered. “Hell, I’m jealous of that crib.” Davina said as the microwave pinged and she removed the bowl, “I tried to convert my bed a few months ago but it was a bit of a disaster.” “Wait, wait, wait…” Emily frowned, “I’m so confused. What do you mean you tried to build a crib?” “Seems pretty self-explanatory to me.” Davina laughed. “But… Why on Earth would you do that!?” Emily asked. “Because I’m ABDL, duh!” Davina shook her head as she stirred the food that was steaming lightly. “What is ABDL?” Emily asked. “You’re kidding me, right?” Davina looked almost as perplexed as Emily. Emily shook her head. She had heard Davina referring to ABDL before but she had never heard of the acronym. Emily could see her babysitter was seemingly trying to work out how to react, whether she was joking or being honest about the question. It seemed that it had never even crossed Davina’s mind that Emily might not know what she was talking about. “But… you must know what it is.” Davina said simply, “Amelia’s one and, well, I mean look at you! You’re one!” Emily frowned. “You REALLY don’t know?” Davina asked in disbelief. “What is it?” Emily practically begged to be told. Emily’s mouth dropped open as Davina started to explain exactly what an ABDL was. Not for a minute in all the weeks that Emily had been in diapers had she considered that someone might actually LIKE it. She certainly had never guessed that her own wife was one of these people, though it did explain a few things. She belatedly realised she had been drooling again and wiped her face with her hands. “I… I can’t believe it…” Emily mumbled. “Oh, geez, I really feel like I’ve put my foot in it.” Davina looked down at her lap, “I assumed you must’ve known because…” Emily stopped listening. Obviously, Davina thought Emily knew because how it could it be any different? Emily’s situation was so unusual that outside of asking to be treated like a baby she couldn’t imagine anyone else ending up in this position. She was feeling a lot of emotions but chief among them was a sense of hurt. Davina had told her that Amelia was an ABDL. Emily couldn’t believe Amelia had never said anything about it and now she had started treating Emily like a baby. Was this all some sick game to her? “Emily?” Davina said, “Is everything OK?” “I… don’t know.” Emily answered, “I had no idea.” “I shouldn’t have said anything.” Davina put her hands up to the side of her face, “That’s my fault. I’m sorry.” “No, it’s OK.” Emily shook her head, “You didn’t know.” For a solid minute both women sat silently around the table. It was awkward. The atmosphere had been a little strange since Davina arrived but it had become a pretty good time. With the revelation a tension had settled between them. Emily was looking down at the table, she was vaguely aware that she was wetting her diaper. She started chuckling quietly to herself. “Emily?” Davina said quietly. “Sorry, it’s just…” Emily looked up, “How ridiculous is this situation? And to top it off, I’m sitting here moping whilst wearing this!” As emphasis Emily reached up and lifted up the ears that hung from the sides of the hood. Davina smiled but it was clear she was a little concerned. Emily’s laughter didn’t last too long before it petered out and she was left with an empty feeling. “Well, listen, you and Amelia should talk about it later.” Davina finally said, “How about we just try to move past it for now and have some dinner.” Emily didn’t really feel too hungry but she reached forwards for the baby food anyway. As she spooned the overly sweetened mush into her mouth, she noticed Davina was eyeing the bottle, specifically the message taped to the side, it seemed like she was dying to ask a question and eventually she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “When it says “Fresh from the source” does she mean…” Davina said slowly. Emily nodded. Davina’s eyes grew and she looked at the bottle, her cheeks going a little red. Emily said she could try a bit if she wanted but Davina shook her head. That was fine with Emily, it meant more for her. As she ate, Emily couldn’t stop thinking about what had been said. The longer she dwelt on it the angrier she became. Her wife had forced her into a weird fetish lifestyle without Emily’s knowledge. Was all this just a game to Amelia? Before Emily knew it, she had finished her meal. She reached over for the bottle and put it in her mouth. She was so distracted she forgot to even be embarrassed as she sucked down Amelia’s milk. It was as tasty as ever and Emily didn’t take the bottle out of her mouth until she had emptied it. When it did finally pop free of her lips, she was panting hard and drool mixed with thin milk ran from the corner of her mouth. “Let me help you with that.” Davina said. A cloth was brought up to Emily’s face and her mouth was wiped clean. Emily wasn’t sure why she bothered, she drooled so much these days the front of his onesie was already damp with her saliva. It made Emily wonder if her wife hadn’t been wrong to do all of this. It had all been portrayed as helping her but she had gone so far from the person she had previously been that she could barely remember how she had ended up like this. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/md0p5ra595ae2f39 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1956645

Sam just wants to leave the water park before any further humiliation could befall her. Unfortunately, her "Mommy" spots a ride they could go on together and, to make matters worse, Sam spots someone she didn't want to see. --- I am only able to devote as much time as I do to writing thanks to my wonderful subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and therefore I appreciate immensely everyone who supports me. For $5 you can see all of my story updates one week before the rest of the world. For $10 you get all the early stories PLUS 35+ EXCLUSIVE STORIES not available anywhere else AND early access "Livy's New Family: The Comic" Please check out the links below for more information, tiers, and rewards. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Hoping that she would now be taken home Sam was left disappointed as Jade started to carry her around the park. Nobody spared a second glance at her, all anyone saw was a baby, but Sam still did her best to hide her face. Jade was seemingly not prepared to let Sam get away with just a few hours in the park. The pair worked their way round to where some of the less exciting rides were stationed. Sam was made to ride the merry-go-round and go on a completely uninteresting baby rollercoaster that barely had any dips with Jade next to her. It was whilst on the teacups and anxiously looking forward to leaving that Sam felt a pressure on her bowels for the first time. She was sat on her cousin’s lap and squirmed as Jade spun their cup around. “M-Mommy…” Sam said as they stepped off the ride a minute later, “Could we go to the bathrooms?” “Whatever for?” Jade asked, “Do you need a change?” Sam froze as Jade prodded her diaper in the middle of the path. It felt like everything Jade did was designed to be as humiliating as possible for Sam who cringed. Her diaper was wet from the pool but she hadn’t used it for anything else… yet. “I need to go…” Sam whispered when Jade was bent down next to her. “That’s what your diaper is for.” Jade reminded her. “Not here!” Sam’s voice took on a high-pitched whine even as she fought to keep her voice down, “There’s too many people!” “Babies don’t care when or where they use their diapers.” Jade said simply, “You would be much happier if you did the same.” “But I’m not a… Oh forget it.” Sam felt so much frustration. She had spent the whole time in diapers trying to convince Jade she wasn’t a baby and it didn’t seem likely she would be any more successful now than in the past, “Can we just go home?” Sam’s shoulders slumped as Jade took her hand and started leading her through the park again. She was determined not to embarrass herself any further. In response to stubbornness she felt her tummy rumbled and she was seized by a cramp that past after a few seconds. She shuddered. Still in the swim diaper she couldn’t even try to relieve her bladder to ease pressure, it would just pour everywhere and make her the centre of attention. “Oh, look! They let babies go on this one with their Mommies!” Jade said as she pointed towards a big log flume. Sam turned her head to the sign and saw that it indeed did say that younger children could ride. It had a minimum height requirement but also offered special harnesses for mothers or fathers to wear if they had children who were otherwise too small. To Sam’s shame Jade went straight to the employee near the entrance of the line and asked if she could get one of the harnesses. Sam had been begging the employee to say no but instead he was more than happy to attach the restraints to Jade’s chest and then help Sam sit in it. “Are you sure she’ll be OK?” The employee asked, “It can be quite a scary ride for little ones.” “Oh, don’t worry about her.” Jade replied with a smile, “She’s always been an adventurous baby.” Sam was left hanging in the harness, her head nestled against Jade’s cleavage. She was looking out at the queue and away from her cousin but with her arms and legs hanging limply she was unable to do anything. With all the people around she couldn’t even voice her discontent. The queue moved relatively quickly though it was still pretty long. Sam was bright red in the face, hanging from Jade’s chest like an infant. Occasionally Jade would pat her head or stroke her hair a little, Sam wasn’t able to pull away. She just hoped this was the last ride they were going on. Her stomach clenched as another cramp gripped her lower digestive system. The problem was only getting worse and as Sam twisted and turned to try and relieve the pain she heard Jade chuckle from behind her. “Don’t be nervous, Sam.” Jade said, “You’re safe with Mommy.” Sam knew that Jade knew she wasn’t anxious about the ride. She had been on many more exhilarating thrill rides than the flume she was currently in the queue for. The pair began to climb the stairs towards the top of the ride. There was a second queue that was much faster moving. It appeared to be for people that had bought a priority queue ticket. Sam was rather surprised Jade hadn’t done the same thing, money wasn’t a problem for her after all. Maybe dragging the day out was part of the “fun” for her. They had just reached the top of the flume and were to get on the next boat. Sam looked down the cascading water where the last group had just hit the bottom sending walls of water up on either side of them. She felt butterflies take flight in her tummy as she clenched the muscles at the bottom of her bowels. She just had to get down to the bottom, then she could beg again to be taken to a bathroom or… “Sam?” The voice was familiar. Sam instantly knew who it belonged to and her whole body froze. She thought like she might suddenly throw up, surely her worst nightmares couldn’t be coming true. She barely dared to breathe. “Sam? Is that you?” Sam stared straight forwards as her face heated up to the point she thought steam might come out of her ears. Maybe if she ignored the voice coming from the queue next to her it would all be alright, they’d go down the ride and disappear, Sam wouldn’t see them again. Unfortunately for Sam she wasn’t in control of where she was looking. Jade had heard Sam’s name being called out and turned to face the priority line. “It is you! Oh my… What are you doing like that? Is… Is that a diaper?” Sam was now looking across the small metal fence that separated the two queues straight at one of her friends from college. Tiffany had shared a house with Sam throughout the three years they had spent together and their parting had been quite emotional. It was a horrifying coincidence that she had chosen to go to the water park on the same day Jade had taken Sam. That coincidence was the last thing on Sam’s stunned mind though. Her friend looked very confused at why Sam, a usually independent young woman, was strapped to someone else’s chest. The diaper Sam was wearing felt more obvious than ever as it bulged against the swimsuit, the harness did little to hide what she was wearing. Tiffany was staring right at Sam’s waist. Tears filled Sam’s eyes as she struggled to come to terms with what was happening. The shameful secret she had prayed no one would find out was getting blasted into the open. “Hello, I’m Sam’s Mommy.” Jade said as she reached a hand out, “You know my baby?” “M-Mommy?” Tiffany frowned. As an almost automatic reaction her hand stretched out to shake Jade’s, “I don’t understand…” Sam wanted to die right there. She silently begged for a god, any god would do, to throw a lightning bolt down and strike her dead. Time seemed to have stopped. Tiffany was looking at Sam as if waiting for an answer but what on Earth could the little woman say? There was no explaining anything that was happening. To make matters worse Sam was hit with another cramp that had her tensed up and squirming in the harness. “Alright, step forwards please!” The park employee called as a log stopped at the top of the flume. It bobbed slightly in the shallow water at the top of the ride. Sam was turned to face forwards again but she could see Tiffany staring at her out of the corner of her eye. She wasn’t surprised with the picture she must’ve made. Jade stepped forwards and into the boat. They were right up at the front and, to Sam’s horror, Tiffany climbed into the seat right next to her. Sam whined in shame as tears trickled down her face. The boat shifted as more people got into the seats behind them. There was a lot of excited chatter but in the front seats there was nothing but silence. As awkward as this was for Sam, and no doubt Tiffany was feeling it as well, Jade seemed completely oblivious. “This will be fun, won’t it, baby?” Jade asked rhetorically. Both she and Sam were very aware that she wasn’t expecting any kind of response. “I still don’t…” Tiffany started. “Alright, are we all ready?” The employee asked to excited cheers from everyone except the front row, “OK. Five, four, three-…” With everyone expecting the countdown to go to zero there were screams of shock as whatever was holding the boat in place released. The log moved forwards surprisingly quickly for just a few feet before it plummeted down the steep decline. Sam screamed and as she did so she lost control of her body. Everyone in the boat screamed as they dropped at high speeds towards the water at the bottom. For nearly everyone in the boat the screaming was for fun as their hands flew up in the air and they felt the exhilarating acceleration and gravity. Sam felt her tummy get seemingly lifted up within her as they fell and her the pressure in her bowels seem to lessen. She knew it was only a temporary reprieve and she braced herself as they neared the bottom. The log hit the bottom of the ride and levelled out in next to no time at all. The gravity hit like a train and as it did so the pressure on Sam’s sphincter became overwhelming. Almost immediately her body let go and she felt poop rushing out of her body and into the swim diaper between her legs. She was still screaming from the ride as the mush in the back of her diaper immediately pressed against the back of the padding and spread all over her rear end. The screams turned to cheers and laughter as water splashed in great waves on both sides of them. Sam flinched and closed her eyes as she was freshly soaked. It was the least of her problems. As the ride slowed down in the water the excitement ebbed away. Sam felt herself squelching inside the harness and, very quickly, Tiffany’s attention was drawn back to her. When the ride finally came to a full stop everyone started to get off the ride. As Jade stood up Sam felt herself sinking into her mush, she hoped her cousin was going to walk away quickly but instead she lingered long enough for Tiffany to catch up. “Alright, I need to know-…” Tiffany started but then paused. Her face turned from confusion to disgust, “What is that smell!?” “I think that’s my baby.” Jade said. She sighed as if this was a situation she had forced to happen. “Oh my god. Sam?” Tiffany looked at Sam who was still helplessly harnessed to her cousin, “It isn’t… is it?” There was no way Sam could deny that she was the source of the smell. It must’ve been obvious to everyone. She couldn’t say anything, her throat felt like it was blocked from shame and her face was so red she thought she might collapse. It only became more obvious when Jade reached round to the bottom of the harness and pressed the padding up slightly. The squishiness of the disposable told the whole story. “Why don’t you come with me?” Jade suggested to Tiffany, “I can explain everything.” “OK… I guess…” Tiffany replied. Sam was lifted out of the harness and placed on the ground by another employee of the park. She noticed that that this young man was unable to hide his disgust at the smell coming from Sam’s backside. It wasn’t like she could blame him, she hated it as well. The harness was removed from Jade and Sam’s hand was taken. For once she might’ve actually appreciated being carried to avoid the mess in her pants spreading any further. It wasn’t her choice though. Jade started walking and Sam had to move her legs quickly to keep up. Each step smearing her messy accident further around her diaper area. She just felt grosser and grosser. Tiffany meanwhile was the other side of Jade and couldn’t stop staring at Sam, she was so focused on her small friend that she nearly walked into several people. “Ah, here we are.” Jade said as they approached a small building, “Come in here and it will all become clear.” Sam could see the bathrooms but, of course, it wasn’t to one of those that she was being taken. In the middle of the wall facing them, between doors to the men’s and ladies’ rooms was an opening for the “family room.” It was a room Sam was already well aware would have a diaper changing table. --- If you want to find out what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m7x7lotzmt/chapter/mcwgvkole6de6d17 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1950526

Amelia and Catherine are heading out, which means a babysitter for Emily. The big baby is obviously nervous, but the babysitter has more in common with her than she thinks. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Catherine!” Amelia called out, “Could you get that. I’m a little busy here.” “Give me a second.” Catherine replied from the other room. Amelia continued with the diaper change as Catherine hurried past and down the stairs. Emily heard the door open and then a stranger’s voice. She shivered with anxiety as the final tape was placed on her diaper. “Who is she?” Emily asked nervously. “Don’t worry.” Amelia replied as she rubbed the side of Emily’s face, “She’s someone I know from years ago, since college in fact, and we’ve stayed in touch. She was more than happy to help.” Emily had a lot of questions but contented herself with silence. She was taped up in the fresh diaper and then helped off the table. The onesie was popped back together and Emily almost immediately started biting her nails with nerves. “Don’t suck your thumb, baby.” Amelia said, “Here, I have something for you.” Emily watched as Amelia went across the room to a drawer which stored a lot of spare diapers. She didn’t know what her wife was getting and, to be frank, she wasn’t thinking about it. Her attention was drawn much more by the conversation she could hear downstairs. Catherine could be heard clearly, alongside a voice Emily didn’t recognise at all. “Open up.” Amelia said. Emily was so used to following commands that her mouth opened her up almost immediately. She saw her wife’s hand coming towards your face and a second later plastic was hitting her upper and lower lips. A soft silicone rested on her tongue and it didn’t take Emily long to work out she had been given a pacifier. A trail of drool escaped the corner of her mouth as she pressed her tongue against the bulb that filled a surprising amount of her mouth. “Now that is adorable!” Amelia said with a big smile. Emily was pulled into a tight hug. She thought back to a matter of weeks ago where she would never have allowed herself to be in such a situation. She was blushing but didn’t think to take the pacifier out. There was one advantage to this new accessory though as it meant she wouldn’t be expected to say anything. “Right, no point wasting more time.” Amelia said as she took Emily’s hand. Amelia walked forwards and clearly expected Emily to follow. However, even though the idea of being disobedient worried her, Emily remained on the spot. Amelia turned around and looked at her. Looking at the ground Emily expected to be punished for not doing as she was told, a warning was the least she would get, surely. “I don’t want to go downstairs.” Emily said quietly around the pacifier bulb. Her voice was quiet and strangely muffled by the object in her mouth. “I know it’s scary.” Amelia said. She reached out and stroked Emily’s face, “But trust me, everything will be fine.” “But I look like…” Emily turned her head to the mirror in the corner of the room, “A baby…” Emily half-expected Amelia to try to say she was wrong. But that would have been a laughable argument to try and make. Emily was clearly diapered, wearing a onesie and had a pacifier in her mouth which she was busy drooling around. Instead, Amelia simply held her hand and stepped up next to her so she was appearing in the mirror as well. “I know.” Amelia said softly. She paused for a second, “Did you know it’s our anniversary today?” Emily’s eyes popped open. She wouldn’t have said that she forgot the anniversary, it was more that she didn’t really keep her attention on the date at all. Unfortunately, for Emily, this was nothing new. Before all this stuff had started Emily rarely remembered their special day, it was even less often that she did anything special for it. “It’s alright.” Amelia chuckled when she saw Emily’s panicky expression, “But, whilst I have a date tonight, I haven’t forgotten you.” “What do you mean?” Emily mumbled around the pacifier. “You’ll see.” Amelia’s eyes twinkled slightly as she smiled. Emily felt Amelia’s hands take hold of her face. Amelia looked so beautiful and Emily’s face was tilted so she was facing her. Amelia leaned in and kissed Emily on the lips. It was enough to make Emily melt like putty into her wife’s hands. The kiss was broken and Emily looked away feeling embarrassed for some reason. Emily felt herself blushing even harder but as Amelia squeezed her hand she started to follow her wife to the top of the stairs. Emily’s knees shook as they started walking downstairs. She sucked hard on the pacifier which she found slightly calming, it gave her something other than her current situation to think about. The closer they got to the living room the more she heard herself whining slightly. The door was opened and Emily was pulled forwards. She kept her face down as the conversation stopped and she felt all eyes turning towards her. The longer she waited for someone to speak the thicker her diaper felt, the more obvious her babyishness seemed to shine. “Davina, this is Emily.” Amelia said. “Hello Emily.” Davina said, “It’s nice to meet you.” Emily forced herself to look up. She had never seen Davina before and had no idea what she had in common with Amelia. She was sitting down but was clearly taller and stronger than any of the other women in the room. She had long platinum blonde hair and a gorgeous, almost model-like, face. She was smiling, it was clearly genuine and, to Emily’s surprise, she didn’t seem at all surprised by her appearance. “Say hello.” Amelia prompted Emily who was still staring. Not wanting to speak Emily raised a hand and gave a little wave before quickly looking back down. She was pretty sure she would’ve felt less exposed and vulnerable if she was completely naked. She heard Amelia chuckling beside her. “She’s shy.” Emily could hear Amelia’s grin through her tone of voice, “But don’t worry, she’s very friendly. I’m sure you’ll both get on swimmingly. You have a lot in common.” Amelia let go of Emily’s hand and the diapered woman immediately reached out to try and grab it again. She felt like she was being unmoored. That her last link with safety was being severed as Amelia walked over to the couch where Catherine was sat. “Ready?” Amelia asked her girlfriend. Emily looked up with panic in her eyes. They were really just going to leave her there right away. She didn’t know this woman! “I think so.” Catherine said. She wasn’t looking at Amelia though, she was looking at Emily, “Are you OK, Emily?” For the first time in weeks Emily thought about defying Amelia. She thought about leaping forwards and wrapping her arms around her, to beg her not to leave. The “B” word started circling around her head. She didn’t want to be a burden, she didn’t want to ruin a date between Catherine and Amelia, but she was so worried! “If you don’t want us to go out you can just say so.” Catherine said using her patented therapist voice. Emily saw Amelia’s face fall slightly. She clearly expected Emily to put a stop to everything and to mess up her night out. Even though she was scared, Emily hated to see her wife looking upset, she couldn’t make that happen. She reached up and pulled her pacifier out of her mouth. A long line of drool trailed between the pacifier’s bulb and her mouth. “I’ll be OK.” Emily practically whispered. She pushed the pacifier back in quickly, almost as if she was worried that if she left her mouth unfilled she would suddenly change her mind. “I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Davina said from the couch, “Enjoy yourselves.” Everyone said their goodbyes. Emily swallowed hard as Amelia and Catherine left the room and a second later walked out the front door. She couldn’t hear what was being said but Catherine seemed to be talking quite animatedly to Amelia about something. The door closed and silence fell. Emily continued to face the doorway. “It’s nice to meet you.” Davina said again. Emily remained silent though she did at least turn to face her babysitter. She wasn’t sure what to do. The playpen was right next to her but she felt embarrassed. This was the first person to see her like this outside of their little family. She wasn’t sure how this woman wasn’t just outright laughing at her. “You’ve got no reason to be nervous.” Davina said, “I’m ABDL too, it’s all cool with me.” ABDL? Emily wasn’t sure what Davina was talking about. Her tone was friendly though. Emily felt that she wasn’t under any threat, she didn’t think Amelia would leave her alone with a stranger if she wasn’t sure they would be safe. There was another awkward silence. Emily just didn’t know what to say to this person. “So, what do you do for fun?” Davina asked conversationally. “Pway.” Emily lisped around the pacifier. She blushed and pulled the soother out of her mouth, “Play.” “Cool!” Davina replied. She seemed delighted that Emily had responded at all, “What sort of games do you play?” Emily didn’t understand. Why wasn’t this woman making fun of her? Why was she acting like there wasn’t a fully grown woman in her mid-twenties in front of her dressed like a baby. Emily just vaguely pointed at the dolls she often created little stories with. Davina nodded her head. After a couple of seconds Emily stepped into the playpen and awkwardly sat down next to the dolls. Playing was something she had got used to in recent times but doing it in front of another person was hard even when that person was Amelia or Catherine yet alone a stranger. “What are their names?” Davina asked. “Huh?” Emily frowned. “Your dolls.” Davina nodded towards the small plastic figures. “Oh, erm, I don’t know…” Emily muttered around the pacifier. She pulled it out of her mouth, “I guess they don’t have names.” “No names!” Davina acted shocked, “But everybody needs a name!” Emily looked up at Davina. She couldn’t tell if she was making fun of her. She seemed genuine but she was talking to her as if she was the baby she looked like. Maybe she shouldn’t even fight it, after all she looked and sounded like one. No one seemed to expect her to do anything grown up, so why not just accept her place. Was that something she could do? Was it something she SHOULD do? She was supposed to be an adult. For the next little while Emily played with her dolls. At first, she was bashful and only doing it half-heartedly but Davina was very good at making it all feel almost normal. She asked questions about the stories Emily was acting out and even made suggestions to enhance the story. It wasn’t long until Emily was practically putting on a little show using the dolls as puppets. For a good twenty minutes Emily acted out a story in front of the woman who was quickly feeling like much less of a stranger. “That’s great.” Davina said with a little applause when one little scene finished, “But could you come over here for a minute?” “Hmm?” Emily muttered. Davina waved Emily forwards. She was standing outside the playpen patting the bars in front of her. Emily shuffled forwards on her knees and then stood up to waddle forwards. She wasn’t sure what the babysitter wanted but as soon as she was in front of the bars Davina reached down and cupped her hand underneath Emily’s diaper. Without thinking she spread her legs and pushed her crotch out a little in front of her. It was a well-practiced position for diaper checks. “Oh, baby, you’re very wet!” Davina said with a big smile. “I am?” Emily frowned. “You didn’t know?” Davina asked with raised eyebrows. Emily slowly shook her head. She had known she was wet from the way her diaper hung between her legs but she didn’t really remember peeing. It happened so often she had stopped paying attention to when she needed to go, but now that Davina had called attention to it, she could feel that her padding was indeed soaked. “We’ll have to get you changed.” Davina said as she pulled her hand back and walked around to the gate of the playpen. Emily felt her heart hammer a little faster. This woman was undoubtedly hot, she was like a bombshell as she held the gate open for Emily to come through. Emily had never been changed by someone other than Amelia or Catherine but this strange babysitter seemed not to have the slightest hesitation. Emily started slowly shuffling forwards. “Good girl.” Davina said. Emily felt that familiar swell of pride when she heard those magic words. She blushed, it was one thing responding to them when it was someone, she knew using them, it was something else altogether when it was a stranger. Especially one as pretty as Davina. She tried not to let it show how pleased she was by the compliment. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/mcr41ehi6ffa6738 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1945715

Now in the water park, Sam wants to keep as low of a profile as possible. Something which may not be possible when a friendly park employee comes to help her "have fun." --- I am only able to devote as much time as I do to writing thanks to my wonderful subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and therefore I appreciate immensely everyone who supports me. For $5 you can see all of my story updates one week before the rest of the world. For $10 you get all the early stories PLUS 35+ EXCLUSIVE STORIES not available anywhere else AND early access "Livy's New Family: The Comic" Please check out the links below for more information, tiers, and rewards. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- In the queue Sam looked around. No one was batting an eyelid at her despite being carried around and so clearly diapered. As they reached the gate Jade handed over the entrance tickets they had bought in the car. Sam pouted as she noticed one of them was clearly a child’s pass. She almost wished SOMEONE would point out that Sam was actually in her twenties. “What do you want to do first?” Jade asked as they walked inside. “Go home.” Sam muttered as quietly as possible. Whether Jade heard her or not Sam didn’t know but she carried on walking regardless. Sam shifted awkwardly and felt the diaper underneath her childish swimming costume move with her. It may not have been quite as bulky as her usual padding but it was certainly just as loud. Sam was carried straight towards a paddling pool area and she whined. All around her were teenagers and young adults going to the bigger water slides whilst she was taken a play area for little kids. The small children’s area certainly had no expense spared. It didn’t lack for activities and there were a lot of small kids running around. Sam clutched Jade tighter, she didn’t want to be put down and have to “play.” It was bad enough at home yet alone doing it in public where so many people could see her. Unfortunately Sam didn’t get much say in what happened to her these days. The shallow water had a small ledge around the sides where a lot of the parents of children were sitting and watching their offspring having fun. Jade sat down along with them and had to practically peel Sam off her chest. The small woman was lowered into the water that went up to her knees. She immediately hugged her arms against her chest and looked around. She wanted to hide but there was nowhere to go. “Go on.” Jade said encouragingly, “Go and play.” “I don’t want to!” Sam hissed. “Well we aren’t leaving until I’m sure you’ve had fun.” Jade shrugged her shoulders. She leaned back with her hands propping her up. “But…” Sam pouted hard and turned away. Arguing was pointless. Walking was awkward when she was wearing thick padding between her legs and Sam was finding it even harder in the water. Her waddle was pronounced but she was far from the only one struggling. A lot of the small kids here were padded. She scanned the area trying to find a place where she might be able to hide until Jade got bored and took her home. The closest thing she could see was a small climbing area that had some staff members making sure no one hurt themselves. Maybe there was hidden area she could wedge herself in. Sam waded through the shallow water towards the play area trying to avoid getting too wet. She scowled whenever an overexcited child splashed past her. The scene at the climbing area was one of chaos. The children were running around, splashing each other and screaming noisily. It seemed like they were having the time of their lives but Sam wanted no part of it. This was a mistake and she was going to beat a hasty retreat. “Hello, my name’s Charlie.” Sam turned to see a young woman wearing a Big Splash Water Park uniform. She was smiling down at Sam with a friendly smile, “What’s yours?” “S-Sam…” Sam replied hesitantly. “That’s a very pretty name.” Charlie said. Her condescending voice was making Sam cringe in embarrassment. She crouched down in front of her, “Do you want to play with the others?” Sam quickly shook her head as her eyes went wide. She took a step to the side with the childish idea that she could hurry back to Jade for protection. The enthusiastic employee seemed to have other ideas though. “Your Mommy told me you were shy.” Charlie said with a toothy smile. Sam was left even more shocked. She looked past this woman at her cousin who was still perched at the edge of the pool talking to some of the other parents and drinking something with a long straw. When she saw Sam looking over she waved. “She also said you really like to have fun.” Charlie continued. It was clear she had no idea she was actually talking to a woman in her early twenties, “Is that right?” It was a stupid question, Sam thought, everyone liked having fun it was just that everyone’s idea of what was fun was different. For Sam being forced to “enjoy” the activities of a glorified paddling pool wasn’t fun at all. In fact it was very much the opposite. Charlie seemed to be taking the lack of an answer as further proof that Sam was just a very shy child. “Well, come with me.” Charlie said as she took Sam’s hand, “It’s not so scary.” “I don’t…” Sam started. Charlie stopped to look at her but she had stopped talking. Sam couldn’t say too much or she would let this woman know that she was actually an adult which would be even more humiliating than her current situation. She bit her lip. Her only option was to try and resist whilst also keeping up the charade that she was actually a kid. “I don’t wanna.” Sam said grumpily. “Oh, don’t worry, Sam.” Charlie said encouragingly, “Everyone’s really nice. You’ll see.” Sam was pulled towards the apparatus that seemed to draw the attention of all the small kids in the area. No amount of digging in her heels or pulling back seemed to be able to make Charlie slow down. Her feet simply slid along the bottom of the pool and she had to concentrate on not falling over. “It’s OK.” Charlie said cheerily, “I’ll stay with you.” Sam now felt like even more of a baby. Apparently she was now so little she needed a dedicated caretaker. She wondered if Jade had set this up ahead of time, she certainly had the money and connections to pay for such a thing. Whatever had happened it wasn’t helping Sam at that moment as she was led closer to a ladder leading up to a platform that had small slides and things coming off it. “Up you go.” Charlie said. Sam was feeling overwhelmed. There were little kids everywhere, she felt surrounded as if the children were a swarm of bees, she was doing her best to avoid them but by the time she was at the ladder she couldn’t help but rub shoulders with them. She tentatively placed her hands on the metal bars of the ladder. “That’s it. Well done!” Charlie praised Sam as if she was accomplishing a grand task. It was only embarrassing her even more. Sam climbed the short ladder. Even when standing on top of the platform she was still shorter than Charlie as the employee stood up and started encouraging Sam to cross a little bridge towards one of the slides. Charlie hurried around to the bottom and beckoned for Sam to go down. Sam could hear impatient children behind her. She looked back over to where Jade was sitting to see she was watching. Of course she was watching, she wouldn’t want to miss seeing Sam embarrassing herself. “Yes, Sam, Mommy’s watching.” Charlie said from the bottom of the slide, “Show her how brave you are!” Sam whined but there was no other way down from where she was other than the slide she was standing on the edge of. She slowly sat down and looked to the bottom where the plastic slippery surface disappeared underneath the shallow water. It was only a short way down. Even for Sam’s small stature it wasn’t particularly tall but that didn’t make it any more palatable. She sat down and put her hands on the sides. After a sigh of inevitability she scooted herself forwards. The water made the plastic even more slippery than she had been expecting and she slid down the plastic so fast that she let out a squeal of alarm. Her legs and arms flew arm as she rushed down towards Charlie. Sam splashed into the water and closed her eyes. She had done her best to avoid getting too wet but now the water had splashed up and all over her. From the top of her head down to the bottom of her feet she was soaked as she slid into Charlie’s arms. The properly sized woman was chuckling and congratulating Sam as she helped her out of the way so the other kids could use the slide. “Well done!” Charlie said as she led Sam away, “That looked like a lot of fun!” For Sam it had been anything but. If she had hoped that would be the end of it and she could go back to Jade she was left very disappointed. Charlie stayed with Sam and took her around various other activities in the water. The swim diaper swelled a little from the water but it was primarily made to let liquid through, it still grew in size and became somehow even more obvious. For a couple of hours Sam was forced to go around the baby area with Charlie. The whole time it was happening she just wanted to go back to Jade. She was aware she wouldn’t find any respite with her cousin but she still felt like safety. Sam was given the run around for most of the morning until she was finally brought back to Jade. She was tired out and soaking wet, the only thing propping her up was the knowledge that she would soon be heading home. “I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.” Jade said as Charlie approached. “She was good as gold.” Charlie replied. Sam glared at Jade but she still gratefully waded forwards to sit down next to her. She tuned out the short conversation Jade had with Charlie as she impatiently waited to be taken home. Another day and another humiliation she would have to one day explain to a therapist. Sam was picked up by her cousin and sat on her lap. Charlie waved goodbye to Sam one final time before finally retreating. “Did you have fun?” Jade asked once they were alone. “You know I didn’t!” Sam growled. “You looked like you did.” Jade countered. Sam knew that was an utter lie. She had done her best to look as annoyed and angry as possible the whole time. She didn’t want to argue though, she had another problem growing and it was something that hadn’t been an issue until that day. She needed to pee but the diaper she was wearing was not made to contain it. With a shudder she realised she had come very close to just letting go, she had become distressingly used to the disposables that were always taped around her waist. “Mommy, I need the bathroom.” Sam said quietly. She was sat in the water which submerged her waist and looked around nervously. “You’re wearing your diaper.” Jade replied simply. “I don’t think this thing is designed for pee.” Sam continued, “And it’s all swollen from the pool water.” “Then just go. No one will find out if you pee in the pool.” Jade said. “Gross…” Sam scrunched up her face. “Sweetie, you’re in a pool full of little children. Do you think they all run to the bathroom when they need to potty?” Jade asked with a smirk. Sam suddenly felt even more grossed out. Regardless of the disgusting stuff children did Sam wasn’t like them! She was an adult and perfectly capable of not urinating in the pool but now that she had mentioned it she was sure Jade was going to make it happen. She was pouting and in a fit of anger splashed her hands in the water. “Don’t have a tantrum, baby.” Jade said warningly. Sam was furious with her lack of say over anything in her life. No matter how much time she spent in this loathsome position she still couldn’t get used to having even her most basic decisions decided for her. She sighed and let shoulders slump, despite all her anger there was nothing she could do to change anything. Sam closed her eyes and did something she had become very used to since being put into diapers. Relaxing her muscles, Sam shuddered as she almost immediately started peeing into her diaper and the pool. “Still, we’ve got other things to do as well…” Jade said. “What do you… No!” Sam was still in the middle of going potty in the pool when Jade leaned forwards and put her hands underneath Sam’s armpits. Sam felt her feet leave the bottom of the pool and she flailed desperately to be put down. It was no use. Her cousin lifted her out of the water and amongst all the dripping of water there was a steady stream pouring out of the bottom of Sam’s diaper and into the pool. She tried to clamp down with her bladder muscles to stop the flow but it was no use, she just kept leaking. “Put me down! Put me down!” Sam desperately pleaded. Nearby people were looking over at all the commotion. Sam had no idea if they could tell that the liquid coming from the small woman wasn’t just water from the pool but to her it felt incredibly obvious. Jade giggled but did at least lower Sam back down. The water in the children’s pool had already been warm but now Sam could feel the rise in temperature, even that didn’t feel as hot as her face which was burning from embarrassment. “Finished?” Jade asked a few seconds later. Sam shamefully nodded her head and this time when she was lifted up she didn’t fight back. She wanted to be carried away from the pool as soon as possible. She welcomed being sat on Jade’s hip as it allowed her to hide her face as she was taken away. This water park now felt like yet another place she would never be able to show her face. --- If you want to find out what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m7x7lotzmt/chapter/mcn3yptjf6904e16 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1938124

Kawaiiomo is known to be a troll (in a doing funny things way) It's almost certainly a joke... but you never know...

Emily is playing in the living room when a quite unexpected guest arrives... Though maybe "guest" is the wrong term. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Emily sat in her playpen. She was surrounded by her toys whilst the television played a cartoon of some inoffensive cartoon people talking about morals. “Playing” was something Emily had become much better at in recent times. When you aren’t given an option to do anything else it becomes increasingly easy to lose yourself in childish games. That was the case for Emily who had created her own little soap opera with the various dolls scattered around her. She was just using a small finger-sized doll and a Barbie to enact a scene where one accused the other of cheating when the front door opened. This wasn’t unusual, Amelia had left the house somewhat excitedly a couple of hours previously. Emily was glad she was home though, the diaper between her legs was saturated and surely not far from leaking. “Mommy, I…” Emily started as she turned towards the living room doorway. It wasn’t Amelia looking back at her. It was Catherine. And Catherine was pulling a large suitcase behind her. Emily dropped the dolls and shifted on her knees to the bars of her clearly marked play area. “What’s going on?” Emily asked with a frown. “You didn’t tell her?” Catherine turned to the side and spoke to someone out of view with clear surprise. “Relax.” Amelia’s voice replied. A second later she appeared in the doorway weighed down by a couple of bags herself. She put down the bags and walked into the room, Emily could see Catherine looking apologetic behind her. “Are we going somewhere?” Emily asked in confusion. “No, baby, quite the opposite.” Amelia replied. She unhooked the latch on the playpen’s gate and let it swing open, “Come over here.” Emily, by that point, was used to following commands without question. Her purpose had been to be a good girl no matter what that entailed. She stood up on shaky legs, her wet diaper hanging underneath her very short yellow dress. She waddled around and when Amelia patted the couch next to her, she sat down. Emily looked from her wife to Catherine, who was still standing awkwardly in the doorway, and back again. Amelia pulled Emily close and put her arm around her shoulders. “You know that me and Catherine have been…” Amelia seemed to be weighing her words carefully, “Very good friends?” Emily nodded. It seemed liked an understatement. She had been aware that the two had been having sex for a while now. There was a time when that would have severely bothered her, now it just made her excited and caused her caged up princess parts pain. “Well, Catherine lives on the other side of town and it’s a pain for us to travel back and forth.” Amelia said, “So we thought “why not cut out all the travel?” Do you understand?” Emily did understand. The bags contained Catherine’s things. They weren’t going anywhere, in fact, the therapist was coming to live with them! “I’m… I’m sorry…” Catherine shook her head, “Amelia should’ve asked you first. I thought she had!” “It’s OK.” Emily said quietly. “I’ll go back home.” Catherine said as she started to pick up her suitcase, “This was a mistake. I’ll leave and we can all discuss this…” “It’s OK.” Emily said a little louder. Emily saw Catherine double-take before putting her bags back down. She was frowning. Emily couldn’t help but laugh, it seemed that even though Catherine clearly wanted this she was finding it hard to believe what Emily was saying. “What?” Catherine asked, “Emily, are you… are you sure?” Emily nodded. To be honest this was something that seemed inevitable sooner or later. Catherine was already coming over every other day, this step only made sense logistically. Emily bowed her head, she still felt embarrassed. She’d already given her tacit acceptance for her wife to essentially “cheat” on her and now she was inviting person who had replaced her to live under the same roof. Catherine glanced over at Amelia. She seemed more surprised than anything. She walked into the room slowly and after a few seconds sat down on the other side of Emily. The diapered woman could feel her wife hugging her closer to her side. “I want you to be absolutely sure.” Catherine said, “I’m not trying to replace you or anything.” “I understand.” Emily said. She was looking down to her bare feet, “I know Amelia loves me still, just in a different way. I see how happy you two make each other and I don’t want to get in the way of that.” Far from making Catherine happy, when Emily looked up at the therapist, she only saw a face of concern. Did Catherine not believe her? She would have to continue. She blushed a little, it now felt like she was trying to set the two of them up! “I know now that as an adult… I kind of sucked.” Emily continued, “I was selfish, angry, self-centred, and just plain unpleasant to be around. I couldn’t give Amelia what she needed so maybe it’s better this way. I’m just lucky you both want to keep me around.” Catherine looked more shocked than ever. Rather than having her fears assuaged it seemed she was more anxious than ever. Emily wasn’t sure what the therapist wanted of her. She just wanted to be a good girl no matter what that meant! “You see?” Amelia said as she leaned forwards to talk to Catherine, “She wants this just as much as we do. She’s a good girl.” Emily beamed as the magic words sent tingles down her spine. She saw Amelia wave for Catherine to slide closer until Emily was squeezed between the two other women. They turned sideways and leaned forwards against each other in a deep embrace that left Emily trapped between their breasts. The fatty orbs swung and moulded around her head and, as turned on as it made her, more than anything she felt thirsty. --- “Aw, you’ve become such a dribblepuss.” Amelia said as a tissue was wiped against the sides of Emily’s mouth, “Good girl.” In a strangely Pavlonian response the magic words made Emily drool just a little more. She wasn’t even really aware of it. There was a bib almost permanently tied around her neck and it was frequently streaked with her saliva. Emily was sat in her playpen. She didn’t have a great idea of how much time had passed but it felt like it had to be at least a couple of weeks. Everything was sort of blurring together for her. Every day was feeling mostly the same, it was a comfortable routine to be in. All her needs were taken care of and she didn’t really have to worry about anything. Emily’s days consisted of diaper changes, breast feedings, playing and nap times. There were very few moments where she was given the time or space to think about what she wanted to do so she just went with the flow. This was what she had always wanted, wasn’t it? To live with no responsibilities? Sure, this hadn’t been exactly what Emily had in mind at the start but she couldn’t deny that Amelia was giving her what she asked for. It wasn’t like Emily’s days were completely routine either. Sometimes something happened to break the comfortable monotony. For instance, it had only been a few days ago when Emily’s cage was unlocked for the first time in a long time. To start with she assumed it was just a cleaning as per usual. Amelia had started teasing her, rubbing her neglected princess parts, and calling her “good girl” among other affirmations. It wasn’t long until Emily was rolling around the changing mat and jerking her hips. She couldn’t even remember if she had got hard, but she did remember the sticky mess that dribbled out of her before the cage was locked back on. Emily absent-mindedly pawed at her diaper as she remembered that experience. There had been others and although they may not have happened as often as she would’ve wanted, she looked forward to them greatly. The anticipation seemed to make it feel even better. Catherine had seemingly settled in but often seemed to act a little weird. Emily could see the therapist watching her and even taking notes sometimes. Otherwise, she seemed to take a hands-off approach to Emily. After the incident in the office, she hadn’t changed any of Emily’s diapers, fed her or done anything else. It was all left for Amelia. Emily wiped her mouth with the long sleeve of her onesie. The cloth came away soaking wet from the fresh drool leaking from Emily’s mouth. The diapered woman ignored it and went back to playing with the dolls. Her video games may have been off-limits for quite a while now, which had provided quite a tantrum, but Emily was using the little dolls to try and recreate her games as much as possible. It wasn’t the same but at least this way she never lost. “Emily?” Catherine’s voice came from the doorway as she slowly walked in, “How are you doing?” “I’m OK.” Emily replied with a smile. “Are you sure?” Catherine asked. “Uh huh.” Emily really didn’t know why Catherine had been acting so strangely recently. Catherine looked like there was more on her mind but she didn’t say anything. A second later Amelia walked in and went straight up Catherine, they kissed passionately, though it seemed Amelia was the one much more in control. Emily watched from the playpen, the drool dripping down her front only partially due to the hot scene in front of her. “You should go and get dressed up.” Amelia said to Catherine as she pulled away. “Huh? Why?” Catherine asked. “We’ve got a date!” Amelia smiled. “We have?” Catherine frowned, “I don’t remember anything…” “Consider it a spur of the moment thing.” Amelia said, “I know you like to plan everything but sometimes a little spontaneity can be good.” “But… What about Emily?” Catherine asked. For one reason or another, in the last few weeks, Amelia and Catherine were very hesitant to leave Emily on her own. She knew how she looked and acted but they surely knew he was still an adult… didn’t they? “It’s OK, I’ve got a babysitter booked.” Amelia said. “A babysitter!?” Catherine and Emily repeated in astonishment. “Yes, so go upstairs and get ready, babe.” Amelia said as she rubbed Catherine’s arm. “But I…” Catherine started. “I’ll tell you more later.” Amelia conceded, “But the babysitter is coming in about fifteen minutes so you need to get ready.” “You haven’t given me much time!” Catherine shook her head and then after a protracted sigh and a look around the room she finally turned and left to go upstairs. For Emily, there were some feelings that she didn’t think she felt anymore coming to the surface. She had long grown to accept the way things were but this was the first time someone outside the little “family” unit was going to see her like this. It felt impossible that the way she lived would be exposed to someone else. She could just imagine the babysitter arriving expecting a small child and instead finding a fully grown adult. “Mommy… I don’t want a babysitter…” Emily said slowly. She didn’t like not being compliant, it risked being called a bad girl, something she was desperate to avoid, “I can just stay here by myself until you come back.” “It’s already sorted. The babysitter will be here in no time.” Amelia replied. When Emily was still clearly looking unsure, she continued, “She already knows about your situation.” She? For some reason that made Emily feel even more embarrassed about what was to come. She’d already pushed her luck in talking back and questioning her Mommy though. There was a small silence as Emily was lost in thought. What on earth would this stranger think of her? “C-Could you change me before she gets here?” Emily asked quietly. “I think we’ve got time for that.” Amelia said as she quickly checked her phone, “We’ll have to hurry though.” Emily stood up but although she could physically get out of the playpen herself, she still waited for Amelia to open the gate for her. Emily followed her Mommy up the stairs and through to her bedroom. She climbed up on to the changing table and laid down for the latest in a never-ending number of diaper changes. Through the thin wall she could hear Catherine getting ready. “Where are you going?” Emily asked conversationally. The diaper between her legs was opened and the cleaning started. “Just out for a meal.” Amelia replied with a smile, “I’ll see if I can bring something home for you. You’ll have to have it for lunch tomorrow, I imagine you’ll be in your crib before we get back.” Emily lifted her butt and allowed the saturated diaper to be pulled out from underneath her. When she lowered back down it was on to a clean and dry disposable. Just as Amelia was about to pull the front of the padding up between Emily’s legs the doorbell downstairs went off. Amelia froze for a moment holding the diaper over Emily’s princess parts. Emily was glad this was the case as the shock of the doorbell had caused her to squirt out some urine. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/mchfqd7xe6106437 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1933043

Acid reflux is horrible. If it affects you most in your sleep I suggest trying out a wedge pillow. They've done a lot to help with my problems.