Diaper Talk

She probably still complains, just not to you.

Chapter 11 : Diaper Dependence? Welcome back, my JJ Fam.  Are you enjoying the warm fire that got started by TikTok?  Admit it.  You just had to get your mandatory fix of watching Diaper Girl once again.  But let me tell you, JJ Besties.  Get prepared, because that gasoline just got poured on that fire and it’s about to explode.  So you thought that things were crazy now with that video and all the new traffic that I was getting for my JillianPlays channel?  This is only the beginning.  The beginning of my crazy journey into a new future.  A future that I was uncertain of whether or not I wanted to accept it.  My incontinence was getting worse, and I wanted answers.  Yes, the wine made me piss myself and puke all over the floor.  But something just didn’t make any sense about my worsening incontinence.  No wine can magically make someone incontinent.  As I laid in bed the night before, I started thinking about the words that Glytter spoke to me.  Look at the details.  My twin sister was the only key to figuring out what those details were. After giving CBS Philadelphia my rejection, I pretty much just focused on getting things ready for my streams.  Considering how many subscribers I was gaining every day since the day of the Diaper Girl video, Twitch was slowly turning into my job. Gary briefly stopped by during the day to drop off my Trest Diapers that arrived that day at his house.  Gary had not been on Twitch since Saturday, so I made no mention of the TikTok video or my new Twitch numbers.  He would learn about that soon enough.  I just helped him carry the 15 bags of 10 Pink Trest diapers into my room.  I stacked the bags in my closet and closed the door.  By the time that I completed my stream that night, I had nearly 200 new subscribers.  Most of the Tier 1 Subs were actually Prime Subs, since they used their Amazon Prime account to get a free Twitch sub.  While it was free for them, it was still $5 for Twitch.  Twitch kept half while I kept the other half. During today’s stream, I managed to complete the Forest of Illusion and finish most of Chocolate Island.  Unlike yesterday, I wanted to talk to my twin sister about what happened during the night that I first came to Philadelphia.  The night that I ate at The Capital Grille.  That one bottle of Walt, Las Brisa, Sonoma Coast.  That one bottle of red wine that made me get so wasted that I couldn’t even remember anything on the way home.  Jen had all the answers, and tonight, I was going to get every last one from her. I opened the door to Jen’s bedroom to find my twin sister in a midnight blue silk pajama set with a button down tops and matching bottoms.  My sister was laying on her queen-sized bed with a large leather book opened in front of her.  It looked like the Bible. When Jen saw me, she took a bookmark that she had nearby and stuck it between the two pages that she was reading before closing the book and setting it on her bed.  “Yes Jill?  Was there something that you wanted to discuss?”  Her face lit up.  “Oh Jill!  Is this about CBS Philadelphia?  Did they call yet?  I’ve been praying, Jill.  I’ve been praying every day…” I shook my head.  “No Jen.  This is not about CBS Philadelphia.  This is about day one.  The very first night that I came here to Philadelphia…” Jen nodded, and gave me a pensive stare.  “Did you want to talk about the restaurant?  The Capital Grille?  What did you want to talk about, Jill?”  Jen tapped an area on her bed that was right next to where she was sitting as an invitation for me to sit there.  Understanding the cue entirely, I took the very spot where she tapped so that I was right beside my twin sister. “Now,” Jen began.  “What did you want to know about your first night?” I sighed.  “First of all, I would like to address everything that I can’t remember during the night that I ate at the Capital Grille.  Now I can remember having my dinner, and I can definitely remember drinking the entire bottle of Walt, Las Brisa, Sonoma Coast.  As delicious as that wine was, I could not remember anything else after that.  Can you please fill me in, Jen?” Jen nodded, and sat quietly for a few moments while she tried to remember everything that happened  that night.  “I remember!  Jill, you were very loud and obnoxious, and we had to quiet you down a number of times.  I ordered a Classic Crème Brulee for both myself and you, since you just kept blankly staring at the menu when I asked you what you wanted for dessert.  Joey, of course, got the Capital Grille Cheesecake.” I nodded.  “What else?  What happened after we left?” Jen scratched her head.  “After that, both Joey and I had to help you out of the restaurant, because you couldn’t even walk straight.  Why, you couldn’t even maintain your balance!  Several times, you told us in a drunken slur that you could walk yourself out.  You then wanted another bottle of wine.  That’s when I reminded you that you had way too much to drink…” I sighed.  “I can’t even remember saying any of this!” Jen nodded.  “Of course not!  You were black out drunk!  It was almost like you were sleepwalking.  Now, after we helped you out, we both decided to drive you back to the apartment, as it made no sense to walk you back all by myself.  As Joey was getting his white Mercedes-Maybach, you got very angry at me.  I knew that it had to do with you being drunk.  You told me that you were going back by yourself but were going to get a drink on the way back.  You then RAN towards the curb and stepped off it towards the road.  You then made a few paces forward past the curb.  When I called back for you, you pivoted and ran back towards the curb.  ‘Jill, the curb!’ I shouted, warning you about the curb that you were about to hit.  It was too late.  You tripped on the curb and fell right on your pelvis against the pavement.  I checked for any wounds, but you only had a few scratches on your face.  Joey then assisted me in helping you into his SUV and he drove us back to the apartment.  Other than that, I just got you ready for bed.  In the middle of the night, I heard a loud scream, and then vomiting.  Then I heard you cry.  That’s about it.  And when you blacked out again, I got you right to the shower to help you wash off all the vomit and pee.  Is that all you wanted to know?” I gasped.  “Wait!  You said that I ran towards the curb and tripped?” Jen nodded.  “Yes Jill.  It didn’t look like the fall was that severe, but I think that your abdomen and legs took most of the fall…” I glanced down at my pelvis.  “Wait a second…Jen, how hard would you say that I fell on my stomach, pelvis and legs?” Jen shrugged her shoulders.  “From where I was standing, I could not tell how hard the impact was…Wait!  Do you think that the impact from that fall could have possibly damaged the nerves around your bladder?” This suggestion from my sister was almost enough to make me burst into tears.  I didn’t want to believe that such a fall could have caused so much trauma to my bladder and its ability to function properly.  I shook my head in disbelief.  “No!” I shouted in denial.  “I’m going to wait and see what the doctor says…” Jen could now sense that I was about to lose it again (call it twin ESP).  She immediately wrapped her arms around my side and sighed.  “But Jill…What if the doctor tells you that your nerves are damaged and that this happened as a result of you tripping over a curb while you were drunk?  Are you going to tell them that they’re wrong and you’re right?  Or are you going to just accept the reality and learn to live your life as it currently is?” I didn’t like either answer that my sister gave me, so I just remained silent.  My silence turned into tears as I began to bawl into my sister’s silky pajama top while she softly patted me on both sides of my stomach…” “Jill, Jill…” My sister said, trying to comfort me.  “I know that you don’t like the cards that you were given, but it is my prayer that you learn to accept them.  Don’t you remember what Trisha told you?  You need to own it.  Please Jill.  Own it.  Own it for your twin sister who loves you very much…” I nodded as I stood up in a loud crinkle.  I glanced underneath my night gown.  While the wetness indicator was still yellow, I could tell that I had already soaked the Huggies Overnight diaper, and that it was about to flood into the Certainty diaper.  Just seriously.  After nearly two and a half months of bladder issues, am I really going to accept this reality as my new normal?  I wasn’t about to.  Perhaps the doctor could resolve this problem…I hugged my sister, and I made my frustrating walk back to my bedroom as I pouted over the diapered reality that I had to deal with.  I got in my queen-sized bed as I felt the need to pee immediately vanish as my bladder voluntarily emptied on its own accord.  It was almost like it was teasing me, as if it gained its own independence.  My bladder no longer took orders from me.  It just operated now whenever it pleased.  The Huggies Overnight diaper was now overflowing into my Certainty diaper, which now began to swell and expand between my legs.  But that wasn’t felt by me for too much longer, as I quickly fell asleep. Both Thursday and Friday were basically more of the same routine.  While Diaper Girl wasn’t growing out of control, it still managed to gain another million views per day.  It was up to 4.3 million views and 388,000 likes on Thursday and 5.4 million views and 498,000 likes on Friday.  Oh, and one very important thing worth noting was that my Certainty Unisex Fitted Briefs ran out on Thursday.  I was so ready to try a Trest as I wanted to put them to the test… The pink Trest felt even more like a diaper than the Certainty Briefs.  I could already tell that the absorbent core was a lot thicker and that the backing was made of plastic instead of cloth.  I wiped, creamed, powdered and fastened on the new Trest diaper, securing both thigh tapes towards the landing zone and both waist tapes towards the landing zone, giving myself a snug and comfortable fit.  As I put my ankle length skirt back on, I could already notice how much louder the Trest diapers were.  The crinkle from the plastic backing was a lot louder and more noticeable than the Certainty diapers that I was getting used to.  I put it on at lunch time and didn’t take it off until my second stream break. As I was finishing lunch on Thursday, I got a text message from Glytter.  I glanced at the text message and read it: “Did you get my packages?” That reminded me to check my mail.  I went to the lobby of Metro City apartments and sure enough, there were two different packages.  One was a large box and the other was a small mailer envelope that had something small in it. I took the packages back up to 2202 and opened them in my bedroom.  Both packages said that they were from an Alyssa Evans in Pittsburgh (I am keeping her house number and street confidential at her request.). The smaller package had what looked like a baby diaper, but it was adult sized.  It featured a print of a lion on both sides.  It reminded me in every way of the Pampers Baby Dry that I used to wear when I was a baby.  The larger box had four large plastic sacks of 10 diapers each.  Like the adult-sized baby diaper that I already opened, these plastic bags had more adult-sized baby diapers.  They were called Tykables Animooz.  The remaining contents included five single adult-sized baby diapers all individually wrapped in plastic.  All of these single diapers had a different print design on it.  I gasped at all the diapers.  I had no idea that baby diapers for adults actually existed.  I immediately called Glytter, still in shock. “Hi Jill!  Did you get the packages?” I nodded, still looking very surprised.  “You bought me baby diapers for adults?” I heard Glytter laughing for a few seconds before she responded.  “Yes Jill.  They’re actually called ABDL diapers.” I was dumbfounded.  “ABDL?  What is ABDL?” “ABDL, Jill!  AB stands for Adult Baby.  DL stands for Diaper Lover.  It’s an 18 and up community of consenting adults that all participate in this kink lifestyle.” My jaw dropped.  “But Glytter,  I don’t know if I really LOVE diapers.  I’m at the point where I just have to wear them, no matter what…” “Exactly, Jill.  That’s why I bought those diapers for you.  You opened both packages, right?  The first one is 40 Tykables Animooz and 5 sample packs.  One Tykables Overnight, One Tykables Waddler, One Camelot, One Pink Cammie, and one Unicorn.  While the samples are all plastic backed, the Animooz is cloth backed. The other package is one sample pack of the ABU Little Kings.  Are you out of those pharmacy diapers yet?” I nodded.  “My boyfriend Gary, you know him as GaretheBear, bought me 15 packs of Pink Trest diapers…” I heard a gasp on the other end.  “Oh.  Trest!  I haven’t tried them, but I heard from friends that they’re really good.” “Friends?  What other friends do you know that wear diapers like I do?” “Jill, didn’t you hear what I said about ABDL?  To be very forthcoming and transparent with you, Jill, I am an ABDL, and I love both acting and dressing up like a baby.  You could say that I’ve had this fascination my entire life.  I can honestly say that I’ve never grown out of it.” I was almost beyond words at this point.  “So, you’re telling me that you not only love diapers, but that you like to dress up like a baby?” “Yes Jill!  And I love pacifiers, baby bottles, blankies, stuffies, onesies, footed sleepers, rompers, overalls, shortalls, bibs, baby toys, and various other things that a baby loves.  It’s part of the little in me that I have fully come to love and embrace.” I now had a look of bewilderment and disgust on my face.  “That is just totally cringe.  Why regress and act like a baby?” “Why not, Jill?  I find little space very therapeutic for me.  In fact, my therapist encourages it all the time.  She calls it regression therapy and it’s a wonderful way to deal with the stressful things in your life.  Now, we both are incontinent and need to wear diapers 24/7.  Wouldn’t you want something to better deal with that monotony on an endless basis?  Incontinence never takes a day off, Jill.  Both you and I know that…” I nodded.  “You have a point, Glytter.  So you’re telling me that wearing ABDL diapers and acting like a baby is going to help me deal with my stress?” “Yes Jill.  All I’m asking is that you approach it with an open mind.  Now I know that you are probably still stressed out and dealing with the stress from that Diaper Girl TikTok, right?  We’re still fending off the weirdos for you every day!” I nodded, as I began to glance around the room in impatience.  “Yes, and all 24 of you are doing a good job.  I’m thinking about appointing a few more mods to take the load off of you all.  I mean, my numbers keep growing everyday…” “Yes.  Now, you are going to get a checkup on Monday morning?  Don’t forget to ask about therapy.  It’s not cheap but at the rate that your channel is growing, I think that you’ll be able to afford it.  Plus, you will need that to deal with everything that you had to face the day I discovered that TikTok video…” “Yes Glytter, and it also forced me to reject a job offer out of fear of being fired right after they would’ve hired me…” I said, almost crying.  “I’ll keep an open mind and give this ABDL thing a try…” “That’s good, Jill.  Just go with it.  Let your little side run free.  I see that you’re plenty stocked on Trest so I won’t send you any more diapers for a while.  Would you like one of my Glytter pacies?  Another one of my hobbies is making pacifiers for fun…” I gasped.  “You make your own pacifiers?  This keeps getting weirder…” “Jill, that’s because you keep using the adult side of your brain!  Turn it off and relax.  Yes.  Remember how I told you that I run an etsy business?  How I made cute little outfits that mothers can buy for their little ones?  I left out my bit about my ABDL pacifier business since I didn’t want to weird you out during our very first meeting on Discord.  I make a pretty decent amount of money off of it, along with my etsy clothing business…” I sighed.  “How much for the Glytter pacifier?” “Oh!  How much, Jill?  It’s free.  I’m giving it to you free.  Normally, it’s worth $25, but you’re worth it!  I will also send you a few other surprises that I think that you will like.  Ask about therapy and ask about a urologist…*yawn*” I gasped after realizing that Glytter hadn’t said anything for a few seconds.  “Glytter, are you there?” “Yes Jill! I’m here.  I’m usually very tired this time of day.  I’m usually tired after I have my lunch.  I’m going to take a nap…” I gasped.  “You’re that tired?” “Yes Jill!  You do remember me telling you that I’m a dwarf.  Well, dwarfs are smaller, so we tire easier.  Even though I like to think that I have an endless amount of energy…*yawn*…I’m sorry…I’m going to have to let you go.  That one time that you shouted if I was there…I was half asleep…*yawn*…Going to take a nap…Nice talking to you, Jill…*yawn*…Enjoy the diapers.  See you at 3:00 for the stream…*yawn*…Bye…” I hung up and glanced at the diapers that Glytter sent me.  By the looks of them, it looked like Glytter got the right size.  They all read medium, which was the same size as the Trest diaper that I was currently wearing. Now later on, I had my stream.  And from what I found out, I was shocked at just how much these Trest diapers could hold.  I just had my second huge wetting and it still felt like it could take more before it started to feel soaked.  Instead of changing my diaper during my normal break, I just left the room to stretch.  I finished Chocolate Island and got through most of Valley of Bowser.  There was one Level 5 Hype Train, due to another 10,000-bit donation that was left by Lamtastic (Lamtastic never ceases to amaze me with their generosity).  The icing on the cake was another 10 gift subs by Lamtastic.  And by the time that my stream ended that night, I had 172 new subs.  Most of these again came from Prime Subs.  In fact, most of my Level 1’s were Prime Subs from the get go.  The only exception was the Level 1 that I received from GaretheBear.  His other two level 1’s were gifted subs to JtheCalcugamer (Joey) and JennyPenny2001 (my sis!). That night, I just couldn’t resist.  Instead of wearing my Pink Trest diaper overnight that I changed into during my second stream break, I tore open the plastic on the Animooz Diapers.  I picked up the diaper and saw the cute animal prints of different animals on the Velcro landing zone.  This one had a red bear and a blue elephant on it.  I folded it out on a towel that I had laid in the room for diaper changes and gasped.  When I folded open the front wings and back wings, it looked just like a baby diaper, only adult sized.  I glanced at the yellow outline of the diaper and fluffed it.  I pulled out the enormous leg cuffs and gave that diaper a good powdering with Johnson & Johnson Lavender baby powder (they were out of the Aloe and Vitamin E).  I opened up the slightly damp Trest diaper and began my diaper hygiene procedure.  I wiped, creamed, and powdered myself after laying on the center of the enormous diaper.  I folded the diaper between my legs and fastened the thigh tapes, and then the waist tapes to the landing zone. I glanced down at the diaper again and gasped.  These tapes were Velcro, just like a Huggies or a Pampers.  The diaper felt soft and comfortable.  I waddled forward in the Animooz diaper and smiled.  I’m guessing that this is why Glytter got this for me.  It’s so comfy.  The last time that I wore a diaper like this was when I was about three years old.  It was a Huggies Overnight Diaper since I was wearing panties during the day and pull ups when I had just one daytime accident. I then went to sleep, suddenly feeling the warm sensation of my bladder emptying itself into the diaper.  I then felt that satisfying feeling that I felt when I wet a diaper for the first time as an adult.  I felt…small.  I felt…little.  I felt totally helpless as I was peeing away in that diaper.  But that didn’t matter to me.  I enjoyed that feeling.  That feeling of being a helpless baby.  If this is what little space is, I would like to explore more of it.  All I know is that I look forward to what Glytter has in store for me… Friday came and went.  I was still in my Animooz diaper, and I wore it until lunch time.  I then showered and changed into another pink Trest diaper.  During lunch, I gasped.  Those ABDL diapers that Glytter sent me sent a chill down my spine when I thought about my boyfriend.  Gary can’t find out that I’m wearing them.  Sure, he knows about my incontinence but he knows nothing about my little side that I am just beginning to explore.  With that, I carefully stacked the Trest diapers in front of the Tykables Animooz diapers.  It wasn’t like Gary was going to open my closet and invade my privacy.  He respects me too much.  But even with that being the case, I just didn’t want to risk him somehow discovering my ABDL diapers even though I trusted him in respecting my privacy. During that stream, I finished almost all of Valley of Bowser, except for the Front Door and Back Door, since I was told by chat that I still needed to work on the Star Road.  So, I completed the Star Road and unlocked another star on the top of a mound.  Rather than continue, I called it a stream, telling everyone that I would continue on Monday. During the weekend, I had another fun date with Gary.  Even with the three Trest diapers that I packed in my “diaper bag”, I only had to change my diaper once the entire time.  For this date, we had lunch, a movie, and then spent the rest of the day at Gary’s house for a stream.  I once again excused myself to the bathroom and changed into a new diaper during Gary’s stream.  (As much as I loved that Animooz diaper the other night, I didn’t want to waste this pink Trest, so I was just going to wear it overnight.) After some convincing from Jen on Sunday, I decided to go to church with her.  I had a fresh Trest on, so I probably wouldn’t need a new diaper the entire service, and even into the early afternoon.  I went with Jen and her boyfriend Joey to a rather large church.  It had a large auditorium with a stage where the worship band played, and the pastor gave his sermon.  This looked nothing like the church that I went to growing up with Jen and my parents.  It felt more like a movie theater than a church when I was in that auditorium.  The music was very good and catchy, though. The message was about dealing with life’s difficulties.  The pastor said something about Christ being able to help us deal with these problems that we face.  Especially when we had things in our lives that we couldn’t control. This hit me hard, as I thought about not being able to control my bladder.  As the message was wrapping up, I was quietly weeping.  I think that I had a couple of large wettings in the diaper, but I couldn’t tell considering how much more absorbent this diaper was compared to the old Certainty diapers. After the service, Joey drove Jen and I to a breakfast place that both Jen and Joey liked to eat at after church.  I got the Philly Cheesesteak Omelet, which was the best omelet that I ever had.  The Cheez Whiz and the cheesesteak paired perfectly with the onions, peppers, and mushrooms that were with the three eggs.  To make my omelet perfect, I doused it with Tabasco Sauce.  With such a delicious breakfast, perhaps I should go to church with Jen and Joey more often. For the rest of the day, I went into my room and checked Diaper Girl on TikTok.  To my surprise, I noticed a bunch of other versions of Diaper Girl in the related videos.  In these versions, other girls were wearing jogging pants, having a diaper peek out just as much as it did in the original video.  They did the same exact crouching and standing “dance” as I was doing in the original, with Salt-N-Pepa’s Push It! (TMW Remix) playing.  Same beginning and same “Baby Baby” refrain.  There was even a Diaper Guy, which was exactly the same version, only a guy was in jogging pants with a cheap pharmacy diaper slightly peeking out, executing their standing and crouching twerk to the original “Diaper Girl”.  Most of these versions linked back to the original Diaper Girl and as a result, the original Diaper Girl now had 15.7 million views, and 1.14 million likes.  I still could not believe it.  With all the derivative versions of Diaper Girl all linking back to the original, this was making Diaper Girl even more viral.  How could this get any more crazy than it already is?  I surely did not want to know the answer to this. I exited my room and watched my twin sister play Animal Crossing: New Horizons.  Her island was much more built up than mine was, and she had a lot more Bells than me.  I smiled and watched her play for much of the rest of the day. The next morning was the day of the checkup.  I felt a little nervous since I realized that I would be getting a physical.  This meant that I would be standing right in front of the doctor, wearing just a robe and a diaper underneath.  I wouldn’t be able to take my diaper off as I would risk getting piss all over the exam room. With the appointment being at around 9:00 AM, I had to get up earlier than usual.  I showered and proceeded with my diapering routine with the Pink Trest diapers (I love these considering that I only have to wear about 2-3 per day instead of 5 of the Certainty diapers).  What made things especially hard was that I couldn’t eat anything for two hours before the exam began. With it being 8:10, I drove off to the Penn Medicine University of Pennsylvania clinic and arrived about 20 minutes early.  While I waited in the waiting room, I checked Diaper Girl on TikTok once again.  I couldn’t believe it.  Diaper Girl now had 20.4 million views and 1.8 million likes.  I also noticed many new Diaper Girl videos made by copycats that wished that they could be just as good as the original.  Like most of them, they linked back to the original, feeding the viral meme even more. After clicking on what was probably the 30th Diaper Girl video that I watched, my name was called. “Jillian Jenners.” The female medical assistant called.  “Dr. Davis will be with you shortly.  Let’s get you ready to see her…” I nervously smiled as I grabbed my backpack purse.  I knew that I probably wasn’t going to need it, since I was wearing a pink Trest diaper, but I just wanted to be sure. The young female medical assistant guided me through the double doors and then led me down a narrow corridor that stopped at a scale.  She turned to me and smiled.  “Jillian, we’re going to get your height, weight, and blood pressure before you have your exam with Dr. Davis…”  She slid the stadiometer down until it rested over the top of my head. “Five foot four and a quarter inch.” She read.  “Now step onto the scale.” I stood on the scale while the electronic numbers registered. “147.8 pounds.” She read.  She then strapped a blood pressure cuff around my arm and turned on the sphygmomanometer.  About 30 seconds later, the cuff deflated.  “107 over 65.  Very good.  I’m going to take you to the exam room.” I followed the medical assistant a short distance down the hallway and into an exam room.  The medical assistant handed me a gown.  “Remove all of your clothing and put this gown on…” I gasped. “But…” I nervously approached the young medical assistant.  “Um, I can’t remove all of my clothing because I’m medically incontinent and will pee all over the exam room if I remove my diaper…” I said to her blushing in a hushed tone, as I realized that my diaper was feeling very warm. The medical assistant now looked a little embarrassed herself.  “Oh?  Okay.  Well, you’ll want to keep that on then.  Don’t worry.  Dr. Davis may have to reach down there to make sure that everything is healthy.  But don’t worry about it. Take everything else off, but keep that on, okay?  Dr. Davis will be with you shortly…” I nodded, as I watched the medical assistant leave with a reddened face. After the medical assistant left, I took off my lavender ankle length skirt, my white satin top, and my red Victoria Secret bra leaving me in nothing but my pink Trest diaper.  I quickly covered myself with the hospital gown and tied it on myself. That was just enough time before Dr. Davis entered. Upon my first glance, I was greeted by Dr. Davis’s warm smile.  She looked about middle age but looked very healthy and young for her age.  She wore a white lab coat and was holding an electronic tablet which I was guessing was my medical records. “Jillian!” she shouted.  “I’m Dr. Samantha Davis.  So you’re here for a physical today?  A bit early, but is there any reason why?”  She walked over and lifted my hospital gown to reveal my pink Trest diaper. “Oh…I guess you will need to keep that on.  Now to clarify, you have designated your sister as a personal representative, so all HIPAA information can be disclosed to her.” I nodded.  “That is correct.  She is my twin sister and I live with her…” Dr. Davis nodded.  “I see.  Now let’s get started with the exam.” Over the next 15 minutes, Dr. Davis began asking various health-related questions, and some relating to my mental health.  For income, I told her that I was a Twitch Streamer that entertained other people by playing video games.  She then got to some questions pertaining to my incontinence. “Okay…” Dr. Davis said as she glanced at her chart.  “Everything in the trunk and underneath the hood looks good.  But that diaper…I need to ask you a few important questions pertaining to this if you don’t mind.” I nodded.  “I don’t mind.  Ask away.  That’s why I’m here!” “When did you start to wear diapers?” she asked me. “June 23rd.” I answered her.  “Prior to that, I was wetting the bed every night for a week.” “Ahh…” she nodded.  “This bed wetting.  Did it ever happen in your childhood?” I nodded.  “Only a couple of times when I was five.  After that, I had no other accidents until I was an adult.” “When did you have your first accident as an adult?” “June 16th.” I told her. “What did you think caused you to have a nighttime accident?” I gave the doctor an uncomfortable smile.  “Well, the night before, I first arrived in Philadelphia to live with my sister, and she wanted to treat me with her boyfriend at The Capital Grille.  They let me order my own bottle of wine.  Now I don’t really drink alcohol at all, so I just went along with it.  I ordered a very expensive wine:  A Walt, Las Brisa, Sonoma Coast.  This was a 115-dollar bottle of wine that was so good.  But it made me very drunk for the rest of the night.  The next thing that I remember was crying on the floor while laying in a fetal position.  I was already back at the apartment and there was vomit all over the place and I was soaked in pee.  I thought that it was the wine that started my incontinence, but now I think that it might be something else…” Dr. Davis gasped.  “Wow!  What a night!  If it wasn’t the wine, what did you think caused your incontinence?” I frowned.  “Well, my sister was with me to tell me every detail that I couldn’t remember.  While my sister’s boyfriend was getting his SUV to come closer to pick us up, my sister told me that I was starting to make my way back to the apartment, but then she shouted at me.  Now remember that I have no memory of this happening.  After she shouted at me, I, totally black out drunk, ran back to the restaurant.  I was only a short distance off from the curb.  But I was so drunk that I didn’t even see the curb.  So, I tripped over the curb and landed right on my pelvis.  My sister told me that everything below my stomach cushioned the fall.  But I’m afraid that I fell on my pelvis so hard that I might have caused some permanent nerve damage, which has affected my bladder.  That’s why I’m here!” Dr. Davis made a few notes and nodded.  “That sounds like quite the fall!  What it sounds like is a pelvic fracture.  There could be some lateral compression fractures, but I will definitely need to see some x-rays to know what the damage is.  But before we make any decision on this, do you feel any pain in your hips?” I shook my head. “Any abdominal pain?” “No.” “Any numbness or tingling in your groin or legs?” “None that I’m aware of.” “Any bleeding from your vagina or rectum?” “No bleeding.  Just the normal bleeding from my periods.” “Okay.  Do you have any difficulty urinating?” I laughed.  “I have difficulty NOT urinating!  Seriously.  I can’t control it…” The doctor nodded.  “Okay.  Any difficulty walking or standing?” “None.  I can walk and stand just fine.” Dr. Davis nodded and scribbled a few more notes.  “Well, it can be ruled out as a minor fracture then.  What I’m going to do is order an x-ray, and then you will be taken back to get that done.  While it’s not urgent that you complete it today, I myself would recommend it, as it seems that your incontinence is severe enough that you need to wear diapers.  And if you can’t even control your bladder, that’s pretty severe.  Now there are some risks associated with the x-ray, Jillian.” “Jill,” I corrected her. Dr. Davis nodded.  “Excuse me…Jill.  The x-ray will cause minimal cellular damage to your body.  Are you willing to undergo the x-ray?” I nodded.  “Yes.  I want to know what is causing my incontinence…” “Okay.” Dr. Davis told me.  “I’m going to fill out an order for the x-ray procedure.  The exam is finished, and the only thing that I recommend is that you go on a diet and get some exercise.  You are a little overweight.  Anything else before I make the order, Jill?” I nodded.  “Can you refer me to a urologist and a therapist?  I would want the referral to getting into a urologist first.” Dr. Davis nodded.  “Sure!  Let’s see…” She made a few clicks on her pad.  “I have a Dr. Kimberly Saunders for Urology and a Dr. Bridget Stillman for Therapy.  I’ll put in both referrals after I order your x-ray.  And we can send her the x-ray when you have your appointment with her.  You can set up the appointment once the referral has been approved. I’ll be right back.  You can put your clothes back on, but that diaper will need to be off long enough for a pelvic x-ray. I nodded.  “Thank you!” Dr. Davis left, and I put my red bra back on, along with my short sleeved white satin shirt and lavender ankle length skirt.  About 30 minutes later, Dr. Davis came in with the radiology team. “Jill,” Dr. Davis addressed me.  “The radiology team is going to take you to another room to do an x-ray on your pelvis.  Take your brief off and you can put it back on when you’re done.” I blushed.  “I will need a new diaper.  The tapes will tear the plastic off the waistband.” The doctor and the radiology team nodded.  “We’ll let you do that when the x-ray is done.” Dr. Davis said, before dismissing me to go with the radiology team. The x-ray team took me to another room where they laid me down. Fortunately, I felt some warmth in my diaper before we entered the room, so I think we’ll be good for the x-ray. I removed my diaper, so I was wearing nothing underneath my skirt.  In just a few seconds, the x-rays were taken of my pelvis.  They directed me to the nearest bathroom, and I got a fresh diaper out of my “diaper bag” and threw the wet diaper away.  I did all the usual diapering routine and put a new pink Trest diaper on.  I folded my skirt back down and was done. After I got home, the rest of the day was a blur.  On my stream, I discovered a new world called Special World and the levels were so hard that I spent most of the stream trying to complete Tubular.  I finally completed it to an audience of now over 400 viewers (audience count was 416).  This resulted in a Level 10 Hype Train.  And Oh. My. Gosh.  At least 30 streamers donated 10,000 bits.  That’s around $3,000 worth of bits by 30 very generous streamers.  I’ll use that for today’s physical and x-ray… Because of the Hype Train, I decided to complete a couple more levels in the Special World.  Fortunately, these levels were not as hard as Tubular.  These levels were Way Cool and Awesome (Really.  That’s what those levels were actually called.  I am not making this up!).  I ended the stream, telling everyone that we’ll probably finish Super Mario World next time since I only had the rest of Special World, plus Bowser’s Castle to complete Super Mario World. I told Jen about my appointment and was happy to hear that it went well. The next day, I got the referrals approved from both Dr. Saunders and Dr. Stillman.  The earliest appointment that Dr. Saunders had was October 27th at 9:00 AM.  I sighed and I took the appointment. That day on stream, I completed the remaining levels in Special World and finished up Bowser’s Castle.  With that, I finally beat Super Mario World.  To pad the time, I spent the rest of the stream playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons. That night before I went to bed, I checked Diaper Girl again.  It now had 41 million views and 3.7 million likes.  This video was truly going viral now and showing no signs of slowing down.  At this point, just about everyone on TikTok was trying to copy the Diaper Girl video by filming their own version of it.  This made me laugh.  Just how many people were running to the pharmacy just to buy some diapers for a TikTok? By Friday, Diaper Girl reached 100 million views and 9.6 million likes.  At this point, I was seeing every kind of cartoon character and movie character doing the Diaper Girl Dance.  Nobody even had to wear a diaper to do the dance, either.  All they had to do was stand, crouch, stand, crouch, and repeat.  Mario did the Diaper Girl Dance.  Sonic did the Diaper Girl Dance.  Frodo Baggins did the Diaper Girl Dance.  Even Stewie from Family Guy was doing the Diaper Girl Dance.  Various anime girls did the dance.  Large groups of people all did the dance, complete with jogging pants and diapers just barely peeking out of them. Just out of curiosity, I turned the channel to KYW-TV.  I was just in time for the evening news, which I was watching during a stream break.  My sister was on a date with Joey, so she wasn’t home. “Good evening, Philadelphia.” A woman news anchor announced.  “I am Rita Larson and tonight’s top story is the latest sensation that has been taking TikTok by storm.  What do you get when you combine an 80’s hip hop song with a young woman doing a standing and crouching dance in jogging pants with a diaper just barely peeking out?  You get Diaper Girl, the latest viral meme to hit the internet.  Logan Peters has the story.” “It’s strange.  It’s catchy.  It’s hip.  But what is Diaper Girl?  To find out, our investigation requires a little observation.  On CrayCrayJay’s viral Diaper Girl Video, you can clearly see the link to a Twitch Channel.  We follow this link to find a Twitch Streamer named JillianPlays.  On JillianPlays’ August 15th stream, we find JillianPlays taking a break.  When she comes back from the break, we notice that she is actually wearing a diaper.  A little bit of her diaper is clearly visible and we see the similar worried look that we recognize in the TikTok.  She then quickly sits down.  This was the original footage that was remixed by CrayCrayJay to make the viral video.  We tried to contact both CrayCrayJay and JillianPlays, but neither has contacted us back.  Meanwhile, the traffic from the Diaper Girl video has grown JillianPlays from only 156 followers to over 38,000 today.  Meanwhile, Diaper Girl continues to evolve in popularity.  From everyone’s own version of Diaper Girl to Diaper Girl being danced by various different cartoons and characters from various films.  We even saw Mario dance to Diaper Girl, if that wasn’t weird enough.  How will Diaper Girl continue to change? Well, with 100 million views today and just 6 million views on YouTube, there’s no telling where it will go next.  Logan Peters.  CBS News, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.” I shut off the TV and gasped.  It was a good thing that I decided to reject the offer.  I cannot imagine how embarrassing that would’ve been to report a story of a viral video that I was somehow caught up in.  That very story would’ve resulted in my termination the same night.  But on the other hand, my Twitch channel was still doing amazing.  At the moment, I had 38,152 followers (38,454 after the stream ended).  And for the month of August, I had a total of 2,579 subscribers.  I made $6,680.25 off just my subs.  If you add in all of the numerous bit donations that I received that month, I made a little more than $10,000 in that one month alone.  And that’s the freaky part.  Considering that my channel hasn’t stopped growing yet, there’s no telling how much that I will be making next month. That night, after my stream was over, Jen was home, and she wanted to know if CBS Philadelphia called me back yet. At this point, I had to tell Jen the truth.  As much as it would hurt her, I needed to make what I felt was the best decision, given the embarrassing circumstances that I was up against. “Well Jill?” she asked me.  “Did they call?” I sighed.  “Yes Jen.  They called.  On August 15th, they offered me a job.  I rejected it.” Jen gave me a look of shock and shook her face in disbelief.  “No!” she shouted.  “Don’t tell me you turned that job down!  You turned down your dream job, Jill!  YOUR dream job!  What am I going to do?”  Jen stopped speaking, as she was too upset to say another word.  “Well Jill, since you blew it, I want you to get a job.  Any job.  It can even be at a McDonald’s!  Just get a job already!” I sighed.  “Jennifer!  Do you think that I wanted to turn that job down?  While I was LOOKING at the job offer, Glytter showed me something awful on TikTok!  Now I know that you don’t have a TikTok or want to use one.  But look at mine!  Some idiot posted THIS!” I showed Jen the Diaper Girl video, which now had 116 million views and 11 million likes. Jen shook her head.  “That’s you!!!  Some jerk on your stream caught you in a very embarrassing moment and decided to broadcast that to the entire world at your expense.  That is such a STUPID video! Why would anyone watch it?  TikTok is stupid…” I sighed.  “I know.  But everybody is copying it now, and it’s becoming wildly popular…” Jen sighed.  “And that person is using your embarrassment to make themselves some money.  Now Jill.  I WANT you to get a job tomorrow…” “Jen!” I shouted.  “That TikTok video is the reason why I didn’t take the CBS Philadelphia job.  Just tonight, they broadcasted a story on that TikTok viral video.  Had I been the anchor that announced that story, they would fire me, no questions asked.  Why did you think I rejected the job?  I didn’t want to, Jen…” Jen nodded and began to weep.  “What are you going to do, Jill?  That Twitch stream of yours isn’t going to make that much money.  Just go job hunting tomorrow.  Get a REAL job.  Good night, Jill…” I gave my twin sister a hug and sighed as she left the room.  My sister doesn’t know that this is slowly becoming a very successful channel.  One that can make a lot if this crazy traffic from the TikTok video keeps happening. I got out of my job search on Saturday, since Gary took me on a date.  By now, Gary knew about the controversy regarding the Diaper Girl meme, since someone told him about it on the stream.  He was completely disgusted by it but considered it good karma since the TikTok video kept funneling traffic back to JillianPlays. “You have more than TEN times the followers that I do now!” Gary said with a gasp.  “And you made $10,000 last month on just Twitch?  That’s crazy!  Your sister needs to know that Twitch is turning into a real job…” I sighed.  “Tell that to her.  She doesn’t want anything to do with Twitch right now.  And she’ll just call you a bad influence…” The date continued and I watched Gary do his GaretheBear stream. I got out of my job search on Sunday as well since no one was supposed to work on Sundays.  I went to church with Jen and Joey again and I enjoyed another delicious omelet from the same breakfast place (I didn’t get the Philly Cheesesteak Omelet this time, but the Jalapeno Popper Omelet.  Yum!  So good! On Monday, I was given strict orders from Jen to look for work, even though Twitch was already my job.  When I was about to “look for work”, Dr. Saunders office called and asked if I wanted to move my appointment to September 15th.  With that being six weeks sooner, that was an obvious yes. To continue my “looking for work”, I continued working on my YouTube channel that I started in late August called JillianPlays.  It would have all my VOD footage edited into different “Parts” that people could watch for Let’s Plays.  I was hard at work dissecting all of my old footage back from when I played just NES games.  All of that was going to be added to the channel.  Having started with 25,000 subscribers in late August, I now had 34,000 subscribers. I mean, my sister never said that I couldn’t do YouTube for a job, right?  Besides, I already made almost $500 off of YouTube from just last week! My sister was disappointed when I told her that I was working on my YouTube “job”.  I then worked on my Twitch “job” at 3 until 9.  I was on an Animal Crossing kick so that’s all I did for the whole stream.  For just today, I gained another 6,546 followers and another 1,388 subscribers.  That’s almost another $3,000 right there but was even more than that, due to another crazy Hype Train full of bits and some crazy user gifting 50 subs to the community. About a week and four days later, it was time for my appointment with the urologist.  Dr. Saunders was ready to see me, so I entered her office. Dr. Saunders tapped her hand on a couch cushion.  I sat down, and she sat next to me. “Jillian Jenners,” she said, managing a smile.  “Is Jillian okay or do you go by Jill?” “Jill is fine,” I nervously muttered. “Well Jill,” Dr. Saunders said, pulling up some information on a computer tablet.  “I examined your charts, your health history, and your x-rays.  I have some good news and some bad news.  Which one do you want to hear first?” My cheeks puffed red, and a couple of tears began to form in my eyes.  “The bad news.  Just get it over with…” “The bad news is that your incontinence was more severe than I thought.” She said with a frown.  “Let me explain this to you in a way that you can understand it, Jill.  The x-rays revealed a lot of nerve damage between your bladder and your spinal cord.  It was a minor pelvic fracture.  You see, Jill?  Whenever you pee, the nerves and muscles of the urinary system work together to help your bladder hold and release urine.  But in your case, and in the cases of most patients that I treat as a urologist, there can be damage to these nerves giving you a condition called neurogenic bladder.  This is a condition that prevents you from having effective bladder control.  You may have difficulty emptying and voiding your bladder, which is underactive bladder and a sudden unaccounted urge to urinate, which is overactive bladder.  Now there is no cure for neurogenic bladder…” That was it.  When I heard the words “no cure”, I burst into a crying fit in front of Dr. Saunders.  I then pointed my finger to her in anger.  “What do you mean that there’s no cure?!!” I snapped.  “You’re a doctor for crying out loud!  There’s just gotta be a cure!  You gotta help me!  Please!  Please….” I continued staring at her in a series of hiccup sobs and sniffs. Dr. Saunders sighed.  “Jill, is it okay if I put my hands on your arms?” I nodded, with my face to the floor. Dr. Saunders gave me a hug.  “Jill, it’s going to be okay.  I haven’t told you the good news.  The good news is that while there is no cure for your incontinence, there are many ways to manage and treat it.  Would you like to hear some of the treatment options?” I nodded, still unwilling to accept my new reality. “Here are the options, Jill.  There’s medication, urinary catheterization, botox injections, surgery…we can give you an artificial urinary sphincter, electrical stimulation, diet, or Kegel exercises.” I sighed as I glanced down at my waist.  “What about diapers?” Dr. Saunders laughed.  “Yes Jill.  Diapers can help in the treatment.  Don’t feel ashamed that you wear diapers.  A lot of my patients do.  And can I let you in on something?  This is what I tell every one of my patients that struggle with incontinence.” I nodded. “Jill, I am incontinent myself and I need to wear diapers 24/7.” I found myself smiling just a little bit.  “How did you become incontinent?” Dr. Saunders grinned.  “How?  It happened during my freshman year in college.  I was going to be on the US Olympic Team for the long jump, triple jump, and high jump.  I was at a track meet and my jumps were going perfect, until the very last jump.  This was for the high jump.  I vaulted over the bar with the pole and instead of sticking the landing, I made a very hard landing on my pelvis.  In the next days that followed, I was having great difficulty in holding in my bladder.  I was wetting the bed every night like you were.  And Jill.  When my urologist told me that there was no cure for my incontinence, I freaked out just like you.  What do you mean that there’s no cure?  I want to be a world famous Olympic athlete!  I of course did not pursue that path, Jill.  Instead, I made it my life goal to help people struggling with their own bladder problems.  So, I became a urologist.  I hope that my story helped you, Jill.  It usually helps a lot of my patients.” I nodded.  “Thanks.  For now, I don’t want any of the treatments.  Just the diapers will do.  What do you think of the Trest diapers?” The doctor’s face lit up.  “Trest?  Jill, that’s what I primarily wear.  I like to wear all the different colors, even though I can’t see them underneath my clothing.  Yes.  If you’re wearing Trest, that’s a good brand.  NorthShore MegaMax’s are also good. Don’t use the pharmacy briefs.  Those are only designed to hold small wettings.  Not the kind that we deal with every day.  So you want diapers as treatment?  I can put in a script for some NorthShore MegaMax’s.  They will be shipped to your residence discreetly so no one will know that they’re diapers. I nodded.  “Thanks Dr. Saunders.  I think I will manage.” I got up and I left the doctor’s office. As much as I hated the new reality, it was now with me for the rest of my life.  Like it or not, I had to wear diapers.  And if I wanted the new reality to be more bearable for me, I now had to like diapers. My JJ Little Besties, this was the painful discovery of my lifelong incontinence. But knowing that I had a friend who was incontinent, I was not alone.  Glytter recommended ABDL and little space as a way to cope with all of my stressful problems.  And having to wear diapers 24/7 was now going to be a constant source of stress for me. My JJ Little Babies, are you ready to be little?  Are you ready to just let that inner child of yours come out and play?  Get ready, my besties, because Jillian Jenners is about to discover and explore a new side of herself that is about to give her a lot of relief and comfort.  She will learn how to heal that child within her that is so hurt inside and how to let it play when it wants. Little space.  ABDL space.  Regression.  Toys.  Diapers.  Pacies.  Rattles.  Teething toys.  Baby clothes.  Yes.  Jillian Jenners is about to jump down the rabbit hole and learn all about the exciting world of ABDL.

Chapter 2: Mundane Arbitrio Sanguinis – LittleFallenPrincess       “And so I got passed over for this big promotion…” I couldn’t figure out if I was dead, undead, or alive right now… but this conversation was killing me nonetheless. ‘Work this’… ‘work that’… ‘baby shower’… ‘bins got changed to a Tuesday’… this date would kill me… if I wasn’t already dead. “So I got her back, I filed for a transfer over to accounting and…” She continued. ‘Maybe she’s a succubus like Nia? Maybe she’s not actually human, maybe she’s a succubus who bores you to death and sucks the life force from you?’ I thought to myself. Within twenty minutes of sitting down in the booth of this human bar with this human vanilla woman… I quickly realised Nia was wrong. Dating humans is just so… mundane. Now and again you’ll meet someone like Susie (I met her when she was human, and we got on really well), but most humans just talk about their dead-end jobs, their boring, mundane lives… and their relationship drama. At least the relationship drama amongst Monstrum is exciting.  When Beatrice broke up with her most recent boyfriend… who was a vampire who cheated on her… she cast a curse on him so that all his ‘sustenance’ tasted like pumpkin spice latte. Like… everything, or everyone, he ate… tasted like pumpkin spice latte. All because he made fun of one drink she ordered. Another reminder to never piss that woman off. Or when we had a creepy little start coming to events, hitting on Beth. Like we made it very clear to this creep that Beth was happily married, but of course he was freshly turned as a werewolf, so he still had his human mindset… a very homophobic, human mindset… He was given many chances to behave, but after he went a bit too far… well… let’s just say he earned his ‘pup’ nickname. Thanks to a curse from Beth, whenever there’s a full moon or he tries to transform… he turns into the cutest little puppy. Which has not only humiliated him… but left him a bit of an outcast in his pack. Basically… don’t piss off witches. It’s not just witches who are great at getting back at partners, exs, or creeps… I heard of another werewolf marking his territory on an ex’s rose garden, which attracted a bunch more werewolves, which ended up ruining everything. Her garden was in a complete state after that. But no, these humans… ‘oh I keyed my ex’s car’ or ‘I complained to HR about the gossip’... like… I get it… it’s interesting to humans, but to us monstrum? It’s just a bit… basic.   I don’t even know why I thought this was a good idea. And Nia will definitely be getting an earful from me later tonight over text, once I’ve listened to this very sweet but very boring woman explain, for what seems like the thousandth time, this stupid human soap opera she watches. But I didn’t want to appear rude, so I sat there and nodded along, smiling at her occasionally to make it look like I was listening, when really I wanted to break my vow of never biting humans, just so I could turn her and actually have something interesting to talk about. But no… I am a good girl. I have to behave.  “And so Sheila broke up with Michael because her father was actually her…” OH MY GOD CAN THIS WOMAN HAVE SOMETHING INTERESTING TO TALK ABOUT FOR FIVE MINUTES? PLEASE? I could feel the will to live draining from me as she went on and on, not even allowing me to talk about myself. Not that I could talk about my life much, I can’t exactly tell her that I’m a vampire. I already had to delay this date from midday to late in the evening so I didn’t get burned to a crisp, I can’t give it away that I’m a vampire any more than I already have. Not in this bar full of humans. “And then Derek comes in to find her cheating on him, so she throws out all his stamp collection…” I can’t take it anymore. This is Hell. I bet even Nia could take a few tips from this woman on how to torture people. So I quickly and discreetly pulled my phone out and sent a text to Susie. Lucy: Need summon. Please. ASAP. HELP! I looked up at the woman and coughed gently. “Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back…” Quickly rushing out of the booth, I ran into the bathroom as fast as my legs could carry me, and dove into a stall, closing the door as a woman was just leaving. I could feel a tingle surrounding my body.  Here we go… my escape…   “What happened? Was it a hunter? Did a hunter find you?” Beth asked as I appeared in the Sanctuary suddenly, having been teleported back by Beth’s spell. Beth was standing there, in her pyjamas, with a blanket wrapped around herself. As if I had interrupted a cosy night in for the two of them…  …Oops. “I… umm…” I blushed, trying to think of an excuse. But it appeared that Susie, who was standing next to her wife in matching pyjamas, saw right through my excuse even before I could come up with it. “Lucy… did you ask me to get Beth to summon you so you could get out of another bad date?” Susie asked, seemingly unimpressed. “I… I’m sorry! I’ll pay you back for the reagents for the spell! I just… I couldn’t stand that woman. If I hear one more thing about that soap opera she watches… I was very close to biting her!” Beth, who was clearly not happy that I abused her magic for such a frivolous and meaningless thing, and disrupted her cosy night with her wife… walked over with the most sour face I had seen on her for a while, and pulled something from her pocket. Before I could say anything else… she placed a dummy in my mouth and whisked her finger about in the air… and I suddenly found I couldn’t spit it out. “That… is so you don’t bite anyone. And for misusing my magic…” She didn’t continue that sentence, she just grinned at me, which made the feeling in my stomach so much worse…   “BWHAHAHAHAHA!” Grim was literally rolling on the floor, laughing, clutching his stomach, as I stood there, in front of my housemates. “Lucy… You know what Beth is like. And you thought it was a good idea to pretend to need an emergency summon? You brought this on yourself…” Abby replied, trying to hold in her laughter. “I assume you can’t take that off?” I shook my head, knowing that if I opened my mouth… Grim would never let me live it down. Not that they’d ever let me forget this moment anyway, they had taken many photos with their phone cameras, promising to Beth that they would never show anyone outside our little circle… under pain of enduring the same punishment themselves. Still not fair though, no doubt they’ll be pulling out their phones to show me for years… decades even… I waddled my way over to the sofa in our living room, plopping my very padded rear down, in between my two friends who had settled down for a cosy evening themselves. “Need a baba, baby girl?” Grim teased. Not deigning to give him the satisfaction, I kept my mouth shut and pouted. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes right now, as no doubt he was grinning from ear to ear, and he’d just find some way to tease me even more. So no, I wasn’t giving him any more ammo than he already had. I’d just sit there… in this satin pink romper with ‘Stinky Lil Vampling’ stitched in cursive on the bib of it. Frills adorned the seat of the romper, which I had to show off to my housemates upon being dropped off by Beth and Susie. The thick padded booties wrapped around my feet were also hard to walk in, making me waddle slightly. It wasn’t the actual design of them that was the problem, they were just normal baby booties but adult-sized… no, it was that Beth had put a little spell on them to cause me to waddle. Because the nappy I was wearing wasn’t actually that thick. At least no thicker than usual anyway. Still a lot thicker than anything my friends would wear, but I could still usually walk normally whilst wearing these super babyish nappies, but Beth’s spell… or curse… meant it felt like I was wearing like twenty of these nappies. And that’s the thing… it wasn’t the romper with the humiliating message, or the cursed booties, or anything I was wearing… they weren’t the big problem. It wasn’t even the potion that Beth made me drink as punishment for what I did, one that has reduced my speech to that of a toddler at best. It wasn’t even the thick mittens which prevented me from removing any of this humiliating outfit. Not even the dummy, which was also cursed to prevent me from removing it myself or spitting it out. And no… it wasn’t the huge matching baby bonnet wrapped around my head. Sure, I looked ridiculous, but that wasn’t what was making me quake in my little booties right now. What was making me so nervous… was the thing both my roommates were eyeing up, both so desperate to have a go of…   “ME FIRST!” Abby shouted, pouncing across the sofa, diving behind me and grabbing the thing I so desperately wanted to keep away from them… but found myself powerless to do anything.  Damn witches and their damn tricks… Grabbing the ring behind me, she gripped it tightly and pulled sharply, pulling the string that was attached to my back. “I’M WIDDLE WUCY. I WUV BEING A BIG BABY!” I shouted out, feeling a little piece of my soul die… what was left of it anyway. “Oh my god… it’s brilliant!” Abby said, letting go of the ring, which allowed Grim to grab it. He pulled the ring pull on my back, just like Abby had, and I felt the urge burst out from within again… “I AM A BIG STINKY BABY. PWEASE CHANGE ME!” I blurted out, feeling my face burning up even more. “Oh I’m going to have so much fun with this little baby dolly…” Abby giggled, whilst Grim was incapacitated on the floor, rolling about, laughing his head off.   After they had had enough of playing with their new dolly roommate, Abby and Grim sent a text to Beth, telling them that I had endured enough. Now I’d like to say they sent the text after a good ten minutes or so… but no, they really had their fun, constantly pulling the string on my back throughout the TV show they were watching, making me say increasingly more humiliating things like a toddler doll with a lisp. Once the text was sent though, it was only a matter of minutes before I felt my back feel… lighter. “Ah, it’s gone. Shame. Guess we’ll just have to wait for you to mess up again…” Abby giggled at me. Then just like the dolly string pull, the mittens disappeared. Followed by the bonnet and the booties… and lastly the romper transformed into… well it wasn’t the gorgeous dress I had worn to the date earlier… but it closely resembled it. It was as if that dress had been transformed into… a onesie… “I guess it will hafta do…” I said, before realising that the potion that had affected my voice hadn’t worn off yet. And neither had the spell on my dummy… “Guess you’re still a baby for the rest of the night. Best get you to bed early, otherwise you’ll be cranky in the morning…” Grim teased. 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LILA’S 7th BIRTHDAY   Lila smiled as she looked up at the musical mobile that hung above her crib.  Everything was state of the art.  The mobile had porcelain animals that all played a musical tone as they spun around.  The crib was white and made of marble and ivory.  A soft and silky mattress lined the surface of the crib, and was covered with a pima cotton mattress pad.  A cashmere blanket covered Lila as she glanced up at the dark room, reflecting on the fun birthday that she had. 12 hours ago Lila woke up to the sound of a familiar voice.  A voice that she knew all too well now. “Lila dearie!” A woman cooed as she entered Lila’s vast bedroom.  “Is my birthday girl ready to get up?” Lila rubbed her eyes and cooed.  “Mah-dah-wine!” The woman nodded as she lifted up Lila and smiled.  “That’s right, Lila!  I’m Madeline!  Your nanny is ready to get you ready!  Your mommy wants to wish you happy birthday, but she’s busy working with daddy.  They’ll both be home later!” The young nanny carried Lila through her vast room, which was neat and spotless.  A door on one side opened into a walk-in closet, which was wide and contained most of what Lila wore every day.  Her daytime clothes on one side and her pajamas and footed sleepers on the other side, along with various onesies, rompers, and cute little night gowns for small toddlers.  Unopened boxes of diapers all lined the bottom on the walk-in closet, which looked like a mini-hallway.  Pampers Cruisers Size 3 on one side and Pampers Swaddlers Overnights Size 3 on the other side.  Another door on the far-right side led to Lila’s own private bathroom, which the nanny used a lot to get Lila cleaned up for the day or get ready for bed at night (when Cynthia works some late nights with John or attended the numerous dinners that they frequented with different executives).  The door on the far left led to the hallway while the door on the middle left opened into a play room that was almost the size of Lila’s bedroom.  A playpen sat in the corner, with various toys all neatly arranged.  A blanket covered the area inside the playpen, with a large pile of stuffed animals all organized and arranged.  Other toys were neatly arranged around the room that could keep Lila occupied for many days.  The door on the middle right opened into the changing room, which was bigger than Lila’s old bedroom in the house that she used to live in.  Almost three times bigger.  A changing table sat in the corner, with a chair for the nanny, and toys and pacifiers to keep Lila occupied while the nanny changed her diaper.  And with Lila acting like a toddler as much as she was, the toys were needed to distract her.  Additional boxes of diapers were neatly stacked in one corner of the room, with woven wooden baskets filled with diapers, all neatly cascading over one another.  Pampers Cruisers in one basket and Pampers Swaddlers Overnights in another.  All of the wipes, creams, and powder that Lila needed were all stacked on shelves in one corner of the room, along with some cleaning supplies in case Lila makes a big mess (and the nanny did take care of a few blowouts from time to time).  All of these four rooms made up Lila’s living quarters, which took up almost half the area of the old house that she lived in. Madeline carried Lila into the right middle room to change Lila’s diaper.  She laid Lila on the pima cotton mat that lined the surface of the white changing table.  This table had a glossy finish, all made of white maple.  Marble and ivory circled the outlines of every knob and drawer.  Precious diamond shaped gems marked each knob, so this changing table was a true work of art. Lila began to reach around frantically, so the nanny opened one of the small top drawers and pulled out one of many pacifiers, each with their own fancy clip.  She placed the pacifier in Lila’s mouth and Lila began to calm down, focusing on the nanny as she unzipped her coral footed sleeper.  She contentedly watched as she lovingly pulled the legs off and helped her out of the sleeves.  She cooed as her diaper was removed. Madeline grimaced, holding her nose as she saw what business Lila did in her diaper.  It was the usual messy diaper, which was almost soaked to the point of leaking.  Madeline got to work right away, carefully wiping away everything until she was all clean.  The usual application of the Aquafor came next, before finally placing Lila on a new diaper, which she carefully powdered the inner padding. Lila smiled, as she saw the radiant glow coming from the magic diaper.  The magic diaper still helped her with making wishes, so she didn’t make that many at this point.  They were more or less wishes that the magic diaper suggested to her to keep her nightly routine.  She enjoyed these “games” and she always played them during her nighttimes with her magic diaper.  They were the only wishes that she made now, as she was still a very happy and joyful two-year-old girl, with virtually no memory of herself ever being five.  “Bite wight!” Lila squealed, clapping her hands together.  “Vewy bite!” Madeline smiled as she carefully fastened the two tabs of the diaper to the landing zone.  Even with it being more than three years of her being Lila’s nanny, she still could not figure out what Lila meant.  She could not see any light anywhere, as she could not see the magic diaper, like Lila could, as well as the rest of the Watson family. Meanwhile, Angela was walking down the hallway with Jenny, her adopted sister of four years now.  She smiled when she thought of her fiancée Bradley, and could tell that Jenny was thinking of Samuel (or Sam as she called him).  “Are they still sleeping?” “Yeah!” Jenny shouted as she poked Angela in the diaper. Angela scowled, but then smiled.  “Hey!  You poked me in the diaper!” Jenny smirked and began to chuckle.  “So I poked you in the diaper?” Angela smiled and gave her a playful jab.  “I’ll poke YOU in the diaper!”  Angela laughed, softly poking Jenny’s cotton footed sleeper until she felt the soft cloth backing of her diaper. Jenny laughed harder.  “Hey!  Can we not talk about my diaper?” Angela shook her head.  “Let’s talk about your diaper.”  She glanced forward, pretending that the whole world was watching her.  “Hey everyone!  She has a diaper!”  She gave a soft and gentle punch to Jenny’s cottony pajama covered diaper. Jenny jabbed back, knocking Angela on the floor, and they both continued laughing.  “You have a diaper too!” Angela couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh!” she smiled.  “You just made me pee my diaper!” Jenny laughed harder.  “So did you!  Now I’m soaked!  Is Sammy up yet?”  That’s when they both realized that Bradley and Sam were standing there, smiling in amusement. Angela’s face blushed.  “How long were you both standing there?” Bradley laughed.  “When you announced to ‘everyone’ that Jenny was wearing a diaper.  Now let’s go to your room.  I know of a girl named Angie that needs her diaper changed…” Angela shook her head.  “N-no…I no need tange!” Bradley laughed.  “Come over here you soggy girl…” Angela shook her head.  “I want to check on the birthday girl!” Jenny shook her head.  “I’ll check on little sis when she’s up.  Now daddy…My diapey all wet.  Can you change me?” Sam nodded.  “This way my little Jenny button…" Sam, being very strong, picked up Jenny, who still didn’t look a day past 16.  He carried her down the hallway into a set of double doors that went to another bedroom. Bradley sighed.  “Fine.  Go see your birthday girl.  I’ll see her a little bit later.  After that, daddy’s gotta change you.  Okay, Angie Bear?” Angela nodded, and gave her cute two-year-old response.  “Akay Bad-wee…”  She skipped down the hallway to a set of double doors that went to Lila’s bedroom (her parent’s master bedroom was a large mini-wing at the end of the hallway, with taller double doors that went to their room).  She opened them and saw that the room was empty.  Lila was not in the crib.  She nodded, having a good idea where Lila was.  Madeline is in the changing room, changing Lila right now… She took the right middle door and entered the changing room, and found Lila laying on the changing table, wearing nothing but a fresh diaper.  A Pampers Cruisers Size 3. She was right.  Angela smiled when she saw the radiant glow that came from the magic diaper.  She knew at this point that Lila just wasn’t there anymore.  That Lila being a toddler was her new reality for the rest of her life.  She didn’t think any less of her little sister because of this, and still loved her dearly.  Yes, it was a mistake that Lila made that wish in the first place, but there was no turning back now.  She now had a cute two-year-old sister to love and cherish all the rest of her days. Madeline smiled when she saw Angela walking over to her sister.  “I see you’re up, huh?  Lila, your sister is here!” Lila looked up and saw her older sister staring back at her.  “Ann-wee!” Angela grinned.  She knew that Lila couldn’t say “Angie” anymore, but she still thought that it was cute.  Angela poked Lila in the belly button.  “Boop!” Lila giggled when her sister did this, and she peed her diaper in just tiny trickles. Angela exchanged glances with Madeline and smiled.  She then looked back at Lila.  “I heard that you’re going to be seven today!  Come on, birthday girl!  Let’s get you a cute dress for your special day!” Madeline nodded, giving Angela approval.  “Go ahead!  Just let me know when Lila needs a diaper change.” Angela nodded.  “I will!” Angela carried Lila out of the changing room and into her bedroom.  She walked to the door on the far right with Lila and entered the large walk-in closet, which had all of Lila’s clothes neatly sorted by color.  She sat Lila down and found a 12-18 months yellow corduroy dress decorated with glitter (all of Lila’s clothes were 12-18 months).  She dressed Lila in the dress and smiled.  “Oh, mom is going to love this dress!” After Angela and Jenny got ready with Bradley and Sam, they all had breakfast, which was prepared by a chef that cooked all the meals at the Watson Estate.  It was the standard fare of Bacon, Sausage, Eggs, Potatoes, and fresh fruit.  The perfect breakfast for the birthday girl.  Madeline, of course, made sure that everything was cut into tiny pieces so that Lila wouldn’t choke on the food with her portions. It was now after breakfast and both soon to be couples were watching cartoons with Lila in the large living room.  Angela sat there, watching Bluey while Lila sat on her lap, fully entranced in the cartoon. All of a sudden, Angela began to feel a warmth coming from Lila’s diaper.  The warmth got hotter and hotter.  After that, Angela sniffed.  A strong odor filled her nostrils and she glanced at Madeline, who was nearby.  The young woman came over and nodded. “Does Lila need another diaper change?”  Madeline asked her.  “Oh pew!  She does!” She scooped up Lila, who began to whine as she was pulled away from Bluey (which Angela quickly paused).  “Come on, my birthday girl!  Let Nanny Maddy change your stinky butt!” “Tinky bup!” Lila repeated with a giggle. Madeline took Lila out of the room, and to another one of several smaller changing rooms scattered throughout the mansion. Lila was now opening her presents, while her parents, friends, sisters, and soon to be brother in laws all watched her.  There were a couple new presents, but most of them were from last year.  The newest one was a stuffed Bluey. “Boo-wee!” Lila shouted. “Boo-wee!” Dinner was another wonderful menu prepared by Pierre, the chef of the Watson Estate that always curated the best culinary creations.  The kind that you would find at one of the top-rated Michelin Star restaurants. The Teddy Graham encrusted mac and cheese was prepared for Lila.  Small delicious morsels of cinnamon Teddy Grahams were crumbled over freshly grated Vermont Cheese that were melted to perfection. Every noodle was made from scratch.  A hint of milk made the mac and cheese creamy, and small shavings of roasted hot dog with freshly grated garlic made the dish simply delectable.  Finally, the noodles were carefully cut by the chef to be ready for Cynthia to feed her birthday girl. Everyone else had the same dish, only the adult version had seafood.  Crab, lobster and grouper were all mixed into the mac and cheese, with a little Cajun spice to give it an extra kick. After dinner was finished, Boudreau, the pastry chef, wheeled out a special birthday cake.  It was a marble torte cake covered in chocolate ganache.  The chocolate was then spray painted with blue food coloring and finished up to look like Bluey to please Lila, the extra special birthday girl. Blue fondant covered areas of the cake to design the different parts of Bluey’s face.  A “7” candle sat at the tip of Bluey’s nose. With that, all of the invited friends and family all gathered around Lila and sang to her again, commemorating her special day: Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday dear Lila, happy birthday to you! “And many more!” Cynthia sang, crying happy tears this time.  She hugged Lila, and helped her in blowing out the candle on this very special cake.  She made a blow with her lips, hoping that Lila would get the idea.  “On three, Lila!” Cynthia instructed.  “Let’s blow Bluey’s nose!  One…two…three!” Cynthia blew on the “7” candle, with Lila blowing just after her.  The candle was blown out. Everyone ate the cake and enjoyed it.  Lila especially enjoyed it, smacking her lips and smiling.  “Mo Boo-Wee mommy! Mo Boo-Wee!” Cynthia grinned and gave Lila another small piece.  Lila ate that piece in seconds. Ice cream was next.  Chef Boudreau brought out a batch of Neapolitan ice cream that was freshly made that day.  Every ingredient was fresh and the consistency was perfect. After Cynthia fed Lila her last spoonful of ice cream, Lila began rubbing her eyes.  Cynthia grinned.  “Mommy’s going to kiss you goodnight and then Madeline is going to get you off to bed, okay?”  She kissed Lila goodnight.  “Goodnight, sweetie!  Mommy hopes that you had a fun birthday today…” Lila nodded, starting to feel very tired.  John also kissed Lila goodnight before the nanny approached her. But before Madeline could pick Lila up, Camden stepped forward. “I wanna say good night to Lila!” Angela stepped forward.  “Me too!” Jenny stepped forward.  “Me three!” Bradley stepped forward.  “Me four!” Finally, Sam stepped forward.  “Me five!” Everyone in the Watson family kissed Lila goodnight.  Camden, Angela, Jenny, Bradley, and Sam.  Madeline then took Lila upstairs to her living quarters, where she got Lila ready for bed.  She gave her a shower as part of her nightly routine. Present time Lila opened her eyes after reflecting on her seventh birthday.  It was a lot of fun and she loved Bluey.  Both her stuffed animal and the cake that she ate tonight.  With it being her sixth year of being two, it was quite obvious that there was no more headspace.  Lila was always a toddler and there was never a moment that she felt any older.  Being two filled every corner of her brain, and there was no five-year-old self left. Madeline just put her into her crib and tucked her in.  She clutched her cashmere blanket that she was covered in and grabbed the ribbon of the pacifier clip until she was holding the yellow pacifier.  It matched the brand new yellow footed sleeper that she was wearing.  She put it in her mouth and suckled it.  Then she glanced at the new stuffed Bluey and hugged it while she glanced up at the musical mobile with porcelain animals.  She smiled, as she watched it go around and around and around…

Madam is jealous that Ben wants to go home with Michelle.  She brought him here to make him stronger. He's the first Diaper Boy to ask to go with her.  She's going to try this nice thing and see how it goes.    "Come on Ben, we have to go"