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  1. I've got 3 chapters of my story up. I doubt I'm going to have any more before the deadline.
  2. Chapter 3 Back in her house Ms Harbourne directed. “Take those sneakers off.” As I was bending down to do so, she reached a hand between my legs. “How is your diaper holding up?” She gave the crotch a squeeze and decided. “Wet but I don’t think you need a change just yet.” It wasn’t long before Dr Patel arrived. “Hello Rachel.” She greeted Ms Harbourne. “What’s wrong with Robert?” “He has a sore tummy.” Mr Harbourne explained. “Actually.” I said. “I feel better now.” “I’d appreciate you checking him out anyway.” Ms Harbourne told her. “Just to be safe.” “Of course.” Dr Patel replied. “He’s only the 4th man to have a prostate chip installed.” “That’s what I was thinking.” Ms Harbourne agreed. “And also only the 4th to start an all-breastmilk diet.” “Yes. That too.” The doctor turned to me. “Let’s go to your nursery and get you up on the change table so I can give you a checkup.” So I was led back to my room where I climbed onto the changing table once again and laid down. Dr Patel pulled on some latex gloves and began prodding my stomach, asking each time whether that hurt. She pulled down the front of my diaper slightly to get to the area just above my cock. “Your tummy seems fine. Let’s check those testes.” One by one, she pulled the tapes on my diaper and let it fall open. “I’d better clean him up a bit before you go poking around down there.” Ms Harbourne stepped in. Once she had thoroughly wiped me and disposed of the used diaper she moved aside again. “He’s all yours.” Dr Patel dispassionately lifted my dick out of the way with one hand and gave my balls a thorough inspection with the other. “No issues here. Maybe you have a fever. Turn over and I’ll check your temperature. “Huh?” It took me a moment to realise why she wanted me to turn over. “Oh no. Please don’t.” “You don’t need to pretend that you don’t like it.” She smiled, knowingly. I looked to Ms Harbourne who simply warned me. “You’re going to get a thermometer up your bottom or you’re going to get a spanking then a thermometer up your bottom.” I reluctantly turned over, presenting my bare ass to the women. I felt Dr Patel’s gloved hands on my hip “slide back a bit.” She guided me to move lower on the table. I wiggled backward until I wasn’t so much laying on the change table as bent over it. She let go and gave me a pat on my bottom. “That’s good.” As I waited there, I missed the security of my diaper. A few moments later, I felt the end of Dr Patel’s thermometer pressed against my butt hole. Lube dripped from it and ran down my crack. With a little wiggling, she easily pushed it inside me. "Good boy. Now we just have to keep it in there for a bit to make sure we get an accurate reading." She rested a hand on my lower back and spoke to Ms Harbourne. “He seems to be adjusting quickly. Bradley wasn’t this cooperative on his first day.” “No. He was a real little brat.” Ms Harbourne noted as I waited there with the thermometer sticking out of my bum. “And he’s still got a long way to go. I had to spank him just this afternoon for hitting Robert.” “Oh you poor thing.” Dr Patel gave my back a soft rub. “Are you okay?” Her genuine concern and gentle touch gave me a warm tingly feeling. “Yes, Dr Patel.” I replied without turning to look at her. “How many times have you had to spank this one so far?” She asked. “Just once." Mr Harbourne patted my bottom lightly. "Isn't that right Robert? You have been a good boy since then." "Yes, Ms Harbourne." I felt far too vulnerable in that position to offer any defiance. Dr. Patel was silent for a moment then decided. “I think I'd like to babysit Robert.” “You said adopting a man would be too much work.” Ms Harbourne recalled. “I said training a man would be too much work and I still feel that way about most of them.” Dr Patel clarified. “But Robert seems to be much less headstrong than others.” “I’m afraid Robert’s a very popular boy.” Mr Harbourne informed her. “He’s already got babysitters lined up for the next few days so you’ll have to wait a while.” “Just don’t go getting adopted before I have my turn.” Dr Patel pulled the thermometer out of my butt. “Your temperature is normal. Stay there. I just want to check one more thing.” I felt her fingers between my cheeks. They were slimy. I guessed that she was applying lube for something else she planned to insert into me. All I could do was wait there and hope it wasn’t too big. “Just relax.” was all the warning I had before she forced two fingers inside me. I gasped in surprise and my bladder released onto the terrycloth I was laying on. The wetness spread underneath my stomach as Dr Patel’s fingers explored my butthole. “Oh dear.” Ms Harbourne chuckled. “Robert’s had a little accident.” “I guess that was just a little too long for him to be out of his diaper.” Dr Patel withdrew her fingers. “I’m sorry about that.” “It’s okay.” Ms Harbourne insisted. “It looks like the cover caught it all.” “I’ve finished his checkup now.” I felt her clean the lube out of my crack with a babywipe. “You should get him back into a diaper in case he’s not finished.” “Thankyou Inika. Is there any reason to be concerned?” Ms Harbourne helped me to stand up. I could see the large wet yellow circle where I had been laying. “No.” The doctor shook her head as she pulled her gloves off. “He seems perfectly healthy.” “Well that’s good.” Ms Harbourne cleaned my stomach and groin with more wipes. “Robert, say thank you to Dr Patel.” “Thank you, Dr Patel.” I recited, starting at the ground, not feeling especially thankful for the indignities she had inflicted on me. “You’re very welcome.” Then she turned to Ms Harbourne. “I’ll wash up and show myself out. You’ve got your hands full here.” “Thankyou again, Inika.” When Dr Patel had left, Ms Harbourne reached under the table and pulled out another terrycloth cover, handing it to me. “Change the cover please so I can get you rediapered.” The inside of the cover was lined with plastic and it crinkled in my hands. The reason for that was obvious as I pulled the soggy cover off. Folding the wet yellow stain into the middle to protect the carpet, I placed it on the floor while I stretched the clean one over the padding. “Good boy.” She praised me. “Now up you go.” I climbed up and was soon taped into a new diaper. I felt much better, having a layer of padding protecting my butthole. “Thank you, Ms Harbourne.” I said, getting back down. “Keep being so well-behaved and polite and I might just have to adopt you myself.” She smiled. “Now pick up the dirty cover and I’ll show you where the laundry is.” I did as I was told and followed her. “Now do you need me to teach you how to use the washing machine?” “No, Ms Harbourne.” The juvenile politeness was already becoming automatic. “I think I can handle it.” “Good boy.” She started out of the room. “Once you have the wash started you have some free time but make sure you hang it out as soon as it finishes or you’ll make us late.” “Late for what?” I asked, dropping the soggy material into the machine.. “The Milking.” She said, leaving me to my chore. I added the detergent and started the wash. The small display indicated I had just under an hour. I decided to use the time to explore the house but other than my oversized nursery, it was a totally ordinary home. Ms Harbourne was reading in the living room. She looked up from her novel as I walked past. "Robert? You look a little lost." "Um. Yeah." I admitted. "I'm not sure what to do." "Well, what would you have done with your free time before you came here?" She asked. "I. Um." I tried to think of an acceptable answer but nothing came to mind. "I suppose you watched porn and played with yourself." She guessed exactly what I was thinking. I looked away and didn't respond. My full-body blush was all the answer needed. She giggled, getting to her feet and moving closer. "There is no need to be ashamed. You're a man. You can't help it." She pressed a cupped hand to my padded crotch. "That's why we had to take control of this.” My cock didn’t respond at all as she began rubbing it gently through the diaper. “I am afraid that objectifying women is strictly forbidden. As is putting your hands into your diaper.” She withdrew her hand. “But you won’t need to. We take care of those urges.” “In the milking shed?” I asked. “Oh yes,You saw the milking last night, didn’t you?” She replied. “Men are much more calm and compliant when they have regular sexual release so every evening, we take you all to the milking shed. The milking is the only time the orgasm lock in your prostate chip can be turned off and you can cum.” I suddenly realised that, very soon, I would be in the same position I saw Brad in last night, naked on a table being jerked off in front of a room full of women. The thought was simultaneously exciting and terrifying. “Buy why? Why does it have to happen in front of everyone?” "What's wrong? Are you feeling shy?" She teased before explaining. “While it is definitely important that men get their sexual release, it must be supervised." She took my hand and led me back to sit next to her on the sofa. "It also ensures that you not only know your place but you love it. You will orgasm every day, naked and helpless in front of us. Submission and pleasure will quickly become inseparable in your mind." I wondered if that could really happen to me. "Is that how it worked for the other men here?" "Well Andy and his mommy, Ms Dobson, were the inspiration for this whole project. When I met them, she was already keeping him in diapers. They both agreed that he was a better person and much happier like that." Ms Harbourne recalled. "At the time, my friend Ms Clarke was having problems with her husband, Ian. With Ms Dobson's guidance we gave Ian the same treatment and it worked just as well." "And he liked it?" I was doubtful. "Oh no." She laughed. "He definitely did not like it but his behaviour improved very quickly. Eventually though, he came to accept that it was exactly what he had always needed. By the time we developed the prostate chips, he was already very happy being Ms Clarke's obedient diaper boy." I blushed at those words. "How long did that take?" "Over a year. The poor thing." She seemed genuinely sympathetic. "But we've taken what we learned from training Ian and we're confident that, with things like the milking, your adjustment will be much easier." Before I could think of anything to say to that, a long beep came from the laundry, indicating that the washing machine had finished. “I’d better go hang that out to dry.” “Good boy.” She smiled and kissed me on the forehead as she got up. "I'm going to get ready." I sat there for a moment as she walked away considering the warm tingly sensation her praise had left me with. I liked how her approval made me feel and as it faded, I craved more. I caught myself wondering if maybe being an obedient diaper boy was such a bad thing. I snapped out of it but still got up and returned to the laundry. I told myself that it was just to avoid punishment but really I wanted her to tell me I was a good boy again. Reaching into the machine to retrieve the change table cover, I began to feel pressure on my bladder. I sighed, knowing that I would soon be wetting myself again. I wondered if I could get away with relieving myself in the garden while I was outside. A door led from the laundry out into Ms Harbourne's backyard. Any thought of pulling my dick out of my diaper were quickly put to rest as I saw that the yard was only bordered by a low fence which I could probably step over, more to mark out personal space than offer any privacy. Another man was in the yard next door. He was also hanging laundry on a clothesline. Initially, I thought they were white towels but then I saw the large pairs of translucent plastic pants hanging next to them and realised they were cloth diapers. He spotted me and gave a friendly wave, leaving his chore to waddle closer. "You must be Robert. I'm Ian." I could see he was wearing blue plastic pants, with pictures of yellow ducks, over a cloth diaper. I pegged the cover to the line and moved to meet him at the fence. As I stopped, my bladder released. I froze as the pee pooled between my legs until the padding began to absorb it.. "Are you okay?" He asked before his eyes moved down to my swelling diaper. "Ah. Just a wet diaper. Don't worry, you'll get used to that." "I doubt it." I shifted my weight uncomfortably. "It’s not so bad. Those diapers don’t feel wet for long.” He was right, the padding was already drawing the wetness away from my skin. “Be glad you’re not in one of these.” He pointed to his cloth diaper. “Once you wet these you’re going to feel soggy until you get changed.” “Why do you wear those then?” I asked. “It’s not up to me.” He shrugged. “Mommy says disposable diapers are bad for the environment.” "And you're okay with all this?" I motioned to the diaper he was wearing and the others on the washing line. "Shitting yourself and being bossed around by your wife?" "Shh. We aren't allowed to use naughty words." He looked around nervously for anyone who might have heard before answering my question. "I don't like messy diapers but Mommy always changes me quickly when I have one. I like that she takes care of me and I like making her happy. Our relationship is much better now than when we were married and we are both a lot happier." "Ian." A woman's voice came from the house next door. "Have you finished hanging out your diapers?" "Almost done, Mommy." Ian called back then said to me, "I've got to go. It was nice meeting you." He then ran back to the washing line. Back inside, I found Ms Harbourne in a lilac evening gown and matching heels. "Let's get going. We don't want to be late for your first milking." She had me put on my sneakers and led me outside. The sun was setting and the air was starting to feel cold on my mostly-bare skin but it was only a short walk to the milking shed. Ms Harbourne led me through a door into a tiled room. Along one wall was a row of maybe a dozen change tables. Against the opposite wall was a row of bathtubs. Brad was in one of the tubs. Melanie was on a stool beside the bath, in her underwear, washing him. The bath next to his was occupied by another man. I guessed that this must be Andy. He also had an underwear-clad woman scrubbing his body. "Up you go." Ms Harbourne patted one of the change tables. I assumed the position and she untapped my diaper. As she gathered some wipes from under the table, I heard the door open again then a woman’s voice “Hi Rachel.” “Hello Natalie.” Ms Harbourne began cleaning my groin. “Hello Ian.” “Hello, Ms Harbourne.” Came Ian's cheerful voice from surprisingly close. I looked toward the source and saw Ian mounting the change table next to mine. “Hello Robert.” "Yeah. Um. Hi Ian." I replied, awkwardly. "You two know each other?" Ms Harbourne wiped my balls. "We just met while I was hanging out my diapers." Ian raised his bottom so his mommy could pull down his plastic pants. "Oh that's nice. I hope you two will be friends." Ian's mommy removed the pins from his diaper. As she unwrapped the wet fabric from his privates, she turned to me. "I'm Ian's mommy. You can call me Ms Clarke." "Hello, Ms Clarke." It was hard to look her in the eye while Ms Harbourne ran a baby wipe down my crack. "You're all done." Ms Harbourne declared. I climbed down from the charge table, naked except for my sneakers. "Please help with this zip." She turned her back to me so I could unzip her dress. "I don't want my outfit to get wet while I'm giving you a bath." She pulled it off. Her bra and panties matched her dress and the heels she still had on. I admired her body as she crossed the room to where the other women's dresses were hanging and added hers to the rack. "Well get those shoes off so you can get into the bath. " she said as she returned. I did as I was told and then she took my hand and led me to a tub which was already full of water and bubbles. "Hello, Samantha. Hello, Andy." She greeted the woman at the next tub and the man in it. "This is Robert." "It's nice to meet you, Robert." The woman's eyes traced over my naked body. "Robert, This is Andy and his mommy, Ms Dobson." Ms Harbourne helped me into the tub. "Hello, Ms Dobson." I sat down in the warm water, happy to have my body hidden.under the bubbles. "Hello, Andy." Soon, Ian and Ms Clarke took the next bathtub. Once all four of us were sufficiently scrubbed, the women helped us out of the water and dried us with big fluffy towels. We were then left to stand there naked while they put their gowns back on. "Zip me up, please." Ms Harbourne presented the back of her dress and I pulled up the zip. "Thank you." She took my hand once again. The other men were each holding their mommy's hand and one by one they were led out through a door, first Andy, then Ian and Brad. Finally Ms Harbourne and I followed. We stepped into a large room where a couple dozen women, all in evening gowns, stood talking in small groups while sipping cocktails. Many of them turned to watch me as I entered. Mis Connelly and Miss Barnes both gave friendly waves. There were four tables around the room. The other men were already positioned at three of them. As Ms Harbourne let me to the last one, someone slapped my bottom. I heard giggles but didn't turn to see who it was. "Now you just need to get up on the table on your hands and knees." Ms Harbourne explained. "I'll take care of the rest." I climbed on to the table. The top was covered in smooth plastic and soft padding. It reminded me of the outside of my diapers. That was probably deliberate and as my cock hung limp under me in front of a room full of women, I wanted to be back in my diaper. "Good boy." Ms Harbourne rested a hand on my bottom then addressed the room. “Hello ladies. Tonight is special milking.” The women stopped their conversations and all looked at us. “As you know, we have to grow this community slowly and carefully and we weren’t planning to recruit more men for at least a few more months but then Bradley found us and we had no choice.” This drew applause and a few cheers. “I know many of you were hoping for the chance to adopt Bradley but his wife, Melanie, followed him here and is now his mommy.” Some of the women expressed their disappointment at this. Small groups began to reform and animated conversations broke out.. “Ladies, please. This is best for Bradley. Remember, we want him to be happy with us.” Ms Harbourne waited for the chatter to die down. “Also, Melanie brought Robert with her.” She stroked my cheek affectionately. “No woman has a claim to him yet and he has promised to give everyone a chance to babysit him before he accepts any proposals.” I stared down at my hands as the women clapped and commented on this. I could feel them all looking at me, at my dick, at my balls, at my bare bottom. “So I hope you’ll all make Melanie and Robert feel welcome.” She tapped on the bracelet. “Now let’s get started.” I felt her fingers caressing my thigh, moving gradually toward my dick. By the time she reached it, I was already hard. “I knew you’d enjoy this.” She whispered as she traced her fingers up and down my member. “You’re going to be very happy as someone’s obedient diaper boy. Aren’t you?” She moved her hand to cup my balls, making me crave move stimulation. “Aren’t you?” She repeated the question. It was clear that she wanted me to agree before she would continue. I knew I should refuse but her hand was right here. I needed it wrapped around my cock. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” “Good boy.” Her hand took hold of my member and began sliding up and down. She started slowly but gradually picked up the pace. Before long, my hips were moving involuntarily, trying to increase the feeling. I moaned with pleasure and heard some of the women giggle at this but I didn’t care. Eventually, Ms Harbourne asked “Are you ready to climax?” “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” I desperately wanted to. “Are you going to be a good boy and stay in diapers?” She maintained her rhythm, pumping her hand up and down. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” I would have agreed to anything at that point. “I want to hear you say it.” She insisted. “I’ll be a good boy and stay in diapers.” I proclaimed. “And wet your diapers?” She continued. “And wet my diapers.” I willed my body to cum but it refused to obey. “And go poopy in your diapers?” With her free hand, she began playing with my throbbing balls. “And go poopy in my diapers.” I shouted desperately. She released my balls to tap her bracelet. “Good boy.” I groaned as waves of pleasure radiated out from my cock while it squirted of cum onto the table beneath me. Ms Harbourne kept tugging until I was done. It was the longest and most intense orgasm I had ever had. The echoes of the feeling continued to run through my body as she took out a baby wipe and gently cleaned the end of my dick. She then wiped my cum off the table beneath me. “Okay Honey. You can lay down now." I lowered myself onto the table and rolled onto my back. As I caught my breath and enjoyed the fading ecstasy, Ms Harbourne slid a clean diaper under my bottom and pulled it up between my legs. As she fastened the tapes, I could tell without looking that it was one of the extra-thick night-time diapers. "All ready to go poopy." An unfamiliar woman's voice teased as I felt someone patting my diaper between my legs. This was followed by a few giggles. Snapping back to reality, I became aware of a group of women standing around me. Realising the performance I had just given them, I blushed all over and hid my face behind my hands. “I can’t wait to babysit him.” Came another voice.”He’s adorable.” “Could use a bit more exercise though.” Someone’s fingers poked my belly. “Okay.” Ms Harbourne interrupted. “It’s bedtime for the boys.” Uncovering my face, I saw she was holding one of the baby-blue footed bodysuits. The women parted and allowed her to slide my legs into the fluffy fabric. She then helped me up from the table and I saw that Brad, Ian and Andy were already zipped into identical outfits. Ms Harbourne finished dressing me. “Say goodnight to the ladies, Robert.” “Goodnight.” I said, timidly then Ms Harbourne ushered me, the other men and their mommies outside. “Hey, Robert.” Brad fell in beside me on the path away from the milking shed. “I’m really sorry I hit you, I know you had no choice. Thanks for pretending to feel sick so you could stop.” I glanced at Ms Harbourne, worried that she might have heard about my dishonesty but she was occupied, conversing with Ms Clarke ar the front of the group. “I’m glad you appreciated it. I had to have a checkup which ended with Dr Patel’s fingers up my butt.” Having got my attention, Brad slowed, allowing the gap between us and the others to grow. “She does seem to have a thing about butts.” He commented uncomfortably before changing the subject. “I’ve been thinking about how we can get out of here. You’re good with computers, that’s how you found me, right?” “Yeah.” I watched the others in front of us for any sign they could hear our conversation. “Well these prostate chips and the bracelets they use to control them, they have to be like computers or have computers in them or something.” He looked at me, hoping I would confirm this. “I guess.” I finally saw where he was going with this. “Wait. You think I can hack them? We don’t know anything about them.” “Everyone involved with this crazy group lives in this town. Whoever invented these things must be here too.” He reasoned. “And I’d bet all of their blueprints and other stuff is here too.” At the front of the group, Ms Harbourne stopped. We had reached her house. She turned to look at Me and Brad. “I’m glad that you two have made up but now it’s time for bed.” “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” I said quickly. “Goodnight Brad.” “Yeah.” He replied. “Goodnight.” Inside, Ms Harbourne stripped me back down to my diaper. “Did you enjoy the milking?” She led me to the living room. “It looked like you did.” I didn’t know what to say to that so I remained silent. Fortunately, she didn’t insist on an answer. She just got her boobs out and sat on one of the sofas. Knowing what that meant, I climbed on and began nursing. With my head cradled in her arm and her warm milk beginning to fill my stomach, I felt relaxed and it began to be difficult to keep my eyes open. I was barely awake as she moved me to her other breast and didn’t last much longer after that. I was woken by her moving me off her breast. “That ones empty too.” I must have kept nursing in my sleep. “Let’s get you into your cot, sleepyhead.” As Ms Harbourne led me by the hand, I realised I’d done something else in my sleep too. My diaper felt heavy. “I think I’m wet.” I observed, groggily as we entered the nursery. “You’ll be fine until morning.” She put me into the cot and locked me in. “Goodnight, Robert.” “Goodnight, Ms Harbourne.” I yawned. As I tried to find a comfortable sleeping position, I considered what Brad had said. These chips inside us must be running some sort of code. If I could find a way to reprogram them, we’d be out of diapers and free. However, a question rattled uncomfortably around in my head. Did I really want that?
  3. Chapter 2 When I woke up, I thought it had all been a bizarre dream. I was pondering what subconscious issues might have provoked it when I became aware of the padding between my legs, the wet padding. I reluctantly opened my eyes and confirmed my fear. I was in an adult-sized cot, wearing a comically thick diaper which I had apparently soaked in my sleep. The room was illuminated by the bright sunlight coming in through a large window. I looked around the room, recognising the chair where Ms Harbourne had spanked me and the table where she had changed my diaper. It was all real. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Ms Harbourne let herself into the room a few minutes later and released me from the cot. "Looks like you're wet again." She squeezed my crotch. "Yes you definitely need these extra-thick diapers overnight but I think this one can last until you've had breakfast." Taking me by the hand, she led me out of the nursery. "Although, it is almost lunch time." The overnight diaper was even thicker when it was wet and walking was almost impossible. As I waddled along next to Ms Harbourne, I realised we were not alone in the house. I could hear women's voices, one of which I recognised. It was Melanie. However, the first thing I noticed as we entered the living room was Brad. Like me, he was naked except for his diaper. He was seated next to Melanie, clutching her hand tight. Around her wrist was one of those bracelets. That was my key to escaping. On the other side of Brad was the blonde woman we saw jerking him off the night before and on the other sofa was a third woman with red hair and large breasts. "Look who is finally awake." Ms Harbourne announced, interrupting the conversation and drawing everyone's eyes to me. Melanie suppressed a giggle and Brad flashed me a sympathetic look before returning his gaze to the floor. The other two women gave me big friendly smiles. “Hello Bobbie.” The redhead greeted me in the same tone Ms Harbourne used on me. Somehow her Irish accent made it feel even more patronising. “I’m Miss Connelly. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” “Be polite.” Ms Harbourne reminded me with a pat on the back of my diaper. “Hello, Miss Connelly.” I said. “And I’m Miss Barnes.” The blonde woman introduced herself. “Hello Miss Barnes.” I dutifully replied. “And you already know Ms Baker and Bradley.” Ms Harbourne nodded toward Melanie and Brad. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Melanie said as we made our way around the furniture to join everyone on the sofas. “Okay?” I forced a laugh and pointed at my over-sized diaper. “What part of this is okay?” “I just meant…” Melanie started. “Don’t worry Melanie.” Ms Harbourne explained. “This is all very new for Robert. He will adjust in time. Won’t he, Bradley?” Brad’s face went deep red but he looked up at her and responded. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” “See the progress we’ve already made with your Bradley.” Mr Harboure went on as Brad’s eyes returned to the floor. “He had such big tantrums when he first went back into diapers.” Melanie looked at Brad. “But he’s still not happy. Look how embarrassed he is.” “We’ve discussed this.” Ms Harbourne did her best to suppress the annoyance in her voice. “It’s all part of the adjustment. This is exactly what he needs, what all men need. In time he will learn to let go of all of the lies he believes about what a man is supposed to be and he will love his new life.” “Couldn’t we just go home?” Melanie continued. “We promise that we won’t tell anyone. Don’t we Brad?” "Yes." Brad nodded without looking up. "Yes, who?" Ms Harboune prompted. Brad sighed. "Yes, Mommy." "Good boy." She seemed to consider the matter closed and changed the subject. "Now. I need to feed Robert." "Maybe he wants me to do it." Miss Connelly suggested. "He's been staring at my chest since he came in. Haven't you Bobbie?" "I…Um." Of course I had been. She had truly impressive tits. "Oh you are cute." She laughed. "Don't worry. You're not in trouble." She then pulled off her top, revealing a red bra, supporting her amazing boobs. "Come and have a closer look." She unclipped her bra and removed it, leaving her naked from the waist up. "Go on." Ms Harbourne gave me a gentle push. "Don't be rude." I took a couple of steps toward Miss Connelly. I was close enough to reach out and grab her boobs. It turned out that I was also close enough for her to grab me, which she did. She pulled my mouth right down onto one of her nipples. This left me bent over, my thickly-padded bottom presented to the others. I considered pulling myself free from this woman's grip but that would probably earn me a spanking or worse. I ran my tongue over her nipple and tasted the drops of milk already collecting there. This made her draw in a sharp breath and then release it with a quiet sigh. If I didn’t have that chip up my butt, that would have been enough to get me hard. Even without being physically turned on, I still liked getting that reaction from her. It felt like I was taking a little bit of power back. So, as I sucked on her breast, I made a point of teasing her nipple with my tongue. As I hoped, her arousal became more and more obvious. “He’s really made good use of that diaper.” I heard Miss Barnes’ voice and then felt a hand pressed against the padding between my legs. “Did you make him completely incontinent?” “Not completely.” Came Ms Harbourne’s answer. “I’ve turned down his sensitivity and control significantly though. He’ll feel the need to go but won’t be able to hold on for long. He probably didn’t even wake up before he wet.” The conversation going on behind me shattered my delusions of power. I quickly lost interest in pleasuring Miss Connelly and just tried to drink quickly so I could get out of that humiliating position. "What about you Melanie?" Miss Barnes asked. "How much control do you let your Bradley have?" "Let him?" Melanie sounded uncomfortable with the question. "Brad has normal control." "I'd be too worried that he'd just hold on for hours, trying to avoid using his diaper." Miss Barnes said. "Is he okay deliberately going in his diapers?" "No." Melanie admitted. "He holds on until he's in pain." "You should just take away his control completely. That would make it easier for him." Miss Barnes argued. "He wouldn't have to worry about it at all." "I agree that it's cruel to let him hold on for hours but I think it is good for him to feel it coming. It makes him really aware of his diapers because he has to decide whether he wants to deliberately use them or hold on until he has an accident." Ms Harbourne interjected. "Plus, there's less risk of his little fire hose going off during a diaper change." As if on cue, I became aware that I needed to pee. If she was right, I didn't have long before I would be further soaking my diaper. The idea of doing so in that position was mortifying so I drank even faster. However, this just made the pressure grow. I managed to hold on until I had drained the first breast and Miss Connelly moved me over to the next. Then I lost control. "Look. He's wetting again." Miss Barnes observed as I flooded my diaper. "It's really sagging. I hope he doesn't leak." I felt the hand once again pressing the padding between my legs. It caused the liquid slosh around as it searched for part of the diaper which wasn't yet completely saturated. "You might need to find even thicker diapers if he's going to wet like this." “These ones are already as thick as Ian's cloth diapers. I don’t think he’d be able to walk at all if they were any thicker.” Ms Harbourne laughed. “He’d have to crawl around.” “That would be so adorable.” Miss Connelly said. “You have to do it.” I finished the second breast and stood up. My heavy diaper was struggling to hold on. I felt it slipping off my hips. "Say thank you to Miss Connelly." Ms Harbourne directed me. "Thank you. Miss Connelly." I said. "It was my pleasure." She smiled. "Now, I think you'd better get that nappy changed." “I guess it’s my turn.” Miss Barnes said. “Although, I think Amelia got the better job.” I heard her stand but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want to face Brad and Melanie after what they had just seen me do. Miss Barnes took hold of my hand and led me from the room. “Up you go.” She directed as we reached the change table. I took my place on cushioned fabric and she ripped open the tapes on my diaper, letting it fall open. “That is a really wet diaper.” I saw her touch her bracelet and I flinched, expecting to be punished for something. When no pain came I asked. “What did you do?” “I just turned up your sensitivity a bit.” She said, taking some wipes. “You’re going to spank me?” I felt like crying already. “Why?” “No. I’m not going to spank you.” She smiled. “Just relax. I think you’ll enjoy this.” I gasped as she started wiping. Her touch sent waves of pleasure through my body. My cock began to grow hard. She must have also turned off whatever was preventing that. She teased me, getting closer and closer to my shaft. When she finally wrapped the wipe around it, I was as hard as I’ve ever been. I let out a moan as she moved the wipe up and down. “You still can’t cum, of course.” She explained, moving down to my balls. “But that’s not a bad thing. It means you won’t finish early and ruin the fun.” I bit my lip as my body writhed. Sex had never felt that good but, as promised, I didn’t cum. I had a chance to catch my breath as Miss Barnes moved on to my butt cheeks but, when she finished by wiggling a wipe-covered finger into my arse, I shouted “Oh my god!” so loudly I knew it must have been heard out in the living room. “I think you’re all clean now.” Miss Barnes tapped her bracelet and my erection quickly disappeared while I laid panting, enjoying the gradually-fading tingles. “Did you enjoy that?” I could only nod as she taped me into a new diaper. “If you let me adopt you, every diaper change can feel like that.” “Let you?” I regained the ability to speak as a climbed down. “You mean I get a say in it?” “Of course. We want you to be happy here.” She led me out of the room. “So you should have a mommy who makes you happy.” “And if I don’t agree to anyone?” I asked. “I’m sure you will eventually.” She replied. “Until then, you’ll stay with Ms Harbourne but anyone who wants can have a turn babysitting you, sort of a trial run.” “You took your time.” Ms Harbourne greeted us with a knowing smile when we rejoined the group.. “I just wanted to make sure Robert was thoroughly clean.” Miss Barnes replied. “We don’t want him to get a rash.” “No we don’t.” Ms Harbourne giggled. “Robert, I hope you said thank you.” “Um.” I bit my lip as the memory of the diaper change replayed in my head. “Thank you, Miss Barnes.” “You didn’t put him back into a thick nappy.” Miss Connelly complained. “I don’t think he’s going to want to wait so long for his next change.” Miss Barnes gave me a playful pat on the seat of my diaper. It was only then that I noticed Melanie breastfeeding Brad. I’d waited a long time to see her naked breasts and I was annoyed at Brad’s head blocking the view. Her eyes were fixed on him so she didn’t notice me staring. She stroked his hair and smiled while he nursed. In that moment, she looked totally at peace with their new relationship. That was bad. I needed her help if I was going to get away from there. I had to find a way to talk to her and Brad in private as soon as possible. "Miss Barnes said that the women would take turns babysitting me as a way to see who would be a good mommy." I said, hoping they believed I had accepted my fate. "I thought maybe Ms Baker could go first." Melanie didn't look up. Brad still held all of her attention. "But she's already adopted Bradley." Miss Connelly complained. "She can't adopt him." "We don't have any rules against adopting more than one man." Ms Harbourne responded. "If Melanie wants to babysit Robert then she can." Hearing her first name snapped Melanie out of her trance. "Huh?" She looked up. "Sorry. I was somewhere else entirely." "It's okay. We understand." Ms Harbourne reassured her. "Would you like to babysit Robert this afternoon?" "Oh. I. Um." She looked at me and I did my best to plead without words."I guess that would be alright." "Okay. Miss Baker will take care of you until this evening." Ms Harbourne said to me. "But there are a lot of women who might like to become your mommy. Promise that you will give them all a real chance. "Yes, Ms Harbourne." I replied. "I promise." Melanie finished feeding Brad and soon it was time to leave. Miss Connelly and Miss Barnes said their goodbyes and left. Then Ms Harbourne walked Me, Brad and Melanie to the door. There, Brad had a pair of sneakers waiting. He put them on as Ms Harbourne handed me my own socks and sneakers.. “Put these on so you don’t get dirty feet outside. As soon as I had the velcro straps fastened she sent me on my way, saying. "Behave for Ms Baker." "I will, Ms Harbourne." I replied. I hated playing along with that ridiculous game but I couldn't risk losing this opportunity to talk privately with Brad and Melanie. "I'm sorry I got you into this." Brad said quietly as we followed Melanie through the town. I felt exposed as every woman we passed turned to watch us. "You really owe me when we get out of here." "When?" The mention of escape seemed to darken his mood. "I wouldn't get your hopes up. I tried a few times. All I got for my effort was pain." We reached the door of another house. Melanie opened it and we all stepped inside. As soon as the door was closed I asked. "What are we waiting for? Let's get the fuck out of here." "We can't." Melanie said. "Sure we can. You've got one of those fucking bracelets." I pointed out. "Brad and I can just walk out of here with you. We can send the cops to arrest these crazy bitches and find a surgeon to cut these chips out of our asses." "No. We can't do that." She shook her head. "My bracelet is different. It won't prevent your chips from punishing you. You and Brad still need one of the others in range." "Well then you have to leave by yourself." I wondered how women thought they could run the world if they couldn't even see an obvious solution like that. "Then send the police to get us out." "Brad's chip has been locked to my bracelet. He will be punished if he is too far from it." She informed me. "Or if I take it off." "Dammit." All of my hope evaporated. "I'm sorry, Robert." She placed her hand on my shoulder. "We are all stuck here. I think we just need to make the best of it." "That's easy for you to say." I replied bitterly. "You aren't stuck in diapers." "I don't like it either but this isn't her fault." Brad stepped in. "It's not like she wanted to be breastfeeding me and wiping my bum." "I'm just happy that we're together." She hugged him. "And you have to admit this house is a lot nicer than our apartment." He returned the hug. "I'm happy we're together too." "I think I'm going be be sick." At first I thought it was their display of affection causing the feeling in my stomach but I quickly realised what it really was. "Oh no. You have to let me use your toilet." "You're not allowed." Melanie said. "And I have already seen you wet your diapers." "I need to take a crap." I argued. "Come on. Nobody will know." "What if they do? They might not let Brad stay with me." She worried. "I think we should just follow the rules." "If I shit myself now you're the one who'll have to change my diaper." I pointed out. "Do you really want that?" "Okay. The bathroom is this way." She gave in and led the way through the living room and down a hall, stopping at one of the doors. "It's in there." As I reached for the door handle, my body betrayed me. I felt the mess forced out of my ass, filling the back of my diaper. I could only freeze on the spot until it was finished. "What's wrong?" She asked but immediately realised the answer. "Oh. You didn't make it." I couldn't bring myself to look at her or say anything. What could I possibly say to the hot chick I just shat myself in front of. "It's okay." She hugged me tightly. "That's what diapers are for." With a resigned sigh, she released me "I guess I'd better change you now." "I'm sorry." I finally managed to say something. "No. It's alright." She took hold of my hand. "I can handle changing a poopy diaper." Melanie let me into Brad's nursery. I knew the drill and got up onto the change table. As she gingerly ripped the tapes open, I covered my face with my hands. How could I ever look at her again after this. I felt the diaper being pulled open. The smell got worse almost instantly. I could only imagine the look of disgust of Melanie's face as she began wiping the mess off of my privates. The ordeal probably only lasted a minute or two but it felt like an hour before I was finally taped into a fresh diaper. "Thanks." I said as I got down, still unable to look at her. "I really am sorry you had to do that." "It really wasn't that bad." She reassured me. "Go find Brad while I throw out this diaper and wash my hands.” I didn’t go looking for Brad. Instead I remained in the room feeling sorry for myself. I heard Brad and Melanie talking to each other occasionally but both were kind enough to leave me alone. At some point I felt the need to pee. As there was nothing I could do about that, I just ignored it. Before long, it took care of itself. I sat there in my wet diaper until I heard the doorbell. It was quickly followed by the sounds of Melanie opening the front door and greeting the visitor. Then there were footsteps, growing closer and closer until the door swung open and Ms Harbourne stepped into the room. “Hello, Robert.” She said warmly. “Why are you hiding in here?” “I’m embarrassed.” I felt defeated and didn’t see any point in denying it. “I pooped in my diaper and Mel…” I caught myself. “I mean Ms Baker. She had to change me." "I thought you wanted her to be your mommy." She moved closer and offered me her hand. "If she adopted you, she'd do that every day." "I didn’t want her to adopt me." I took her hand, letting her pull me to my feet and into a reassuring hug. "I wanted to f…." I had to stop myself again. "I know you have a little crush on her." She rubbed my back. "And now you think cleaning you up after you messed your diaper like a toddler means she will never respect you?" I nodded against her shoulder as I returned the hug. "She won't. No woman will. That's the point." She held me tight with one arm while moving the other hand down to my diaper. "But you only think you need respect because you’ve been taught that you need to be respected to be loved. That’s not true here. You will be loved and cared for unconditionally. You don’t have to prove anything anymore." For that moment, held in her arms, I was convinced. She was right. This was exactly what I needed. Then the moment passed and I was angry at myself for getting sucked in to her bullshit. I let my arms fall to my sides, which prompted her to release me too. "Come on." She led me from the room. "You must be getting hungry again." We found Brad and Melanie in the living room. "I found Robert." She declared to the others. "Now, Melanie. I think you had better feed him." "No." Brad said. "He is not touching my wife." "Bradley." Ms Harbourne was suddenly stern again. "Your mommy is not your wife any more and she has never been your property." Melanie squeezed Brad's hand, trying to calm him down."Could you feed him instead?" Melanie asked Ms Harourne. "I could but you are meant to be trying out the role of his mommy." Ms Harbourne reminded her. "I just popped over to make sure everyone was okay." "I guess I did say I was going to try to make the best of this." Melanie released Brad's hand and pulled her top off. "What?" Brad said as we watched Melanie remove her bra. "But…" "Shhh." Melanie tried to make him stop. "You'll only get yourself in trouble." "Go on Robert." Ms Harbourne encouraged me forward. I didn't need much encouragement. Those breasts were calling to me. I moved in. After all these years I was finally going to touch them, taste them. "I said, don't fucking touch her." There was a blinding pain as Brad's fist connected with my cheekbone. I fell to the floor, clutching my face. Brad also fell to the floor but he was clutching his groin. He screamed at the pain inflicted by the chip in his butt. "Bradley! We do not hit." Ms Harbourne said as she touched her bracelet, ending Brad's torture. Then, once again all gentleness, she helped me up. "You poor baby. Come here." She took me to the couch and held me on her lap. "Melanie, could you please get us a cold pack." Still topless, Melane rushed to the kitchen and came back with the cold pack and passed it to Ms Harbourne. "Thank you." She held it against my throbbing face. "Now. I'm afraid you have to punish Bradley." "Didn't you just punish him?" She looked down at her husband, still laying on the floor. "His chip is to stop bad behaviour and encourage cooperation.” Ms Harbourne explained as Brad got back to his feet. “Punishment must be more intimate. You have to give him a spanking.” “I can’t spank Brad.” Melanie complained. “If you are Bradley’s mommy, you have to discipline him.” Ms Harbourne informed her. “If you can’t then he cannot stay with you. Someone else will have to adopt him.” “Okay. I’ll do it.” Melanie looked at her former husband. “I’m sorry Brad.” “I’m turning up Bradley’s sensitivity.” Ms Harbourne gave her bracelet a few taps. “Pull down his diaper and put him over your knee.” Melanie pulled at the tapes on Brad’s diaper and it fell to the floor. I could see it was still dry, unlike my own. Now wearing only his sneakers, he bent across her lap and awaited his punishment. Melanie’s first smack was half-hearted. It barely made any sound. Nonetheless, Brad’s angry glare momentarily gave way to a wince. Ms Harbourne shook her head. “It has to be a lot harder than that.” With a resigned sigh, she brought down her hand much harder. The sound of it striking Brad’s butt cheeks was followed by his yelp of pain. “Much better.” Ms Harbourne smiled. “Keep going.” Melanie's naked breasts bounced as she repeatedly smacked Brad's bottom. I wondered if I was still going to have a chance to taste them. I had been so close. Soon Brad was sobbing and Ms Harbourne decided "Okay. That will do." She moved me off of her lap and stood up. "I'll take Bradley and get him diapered again. You can start feeding Robert." Brad, still crying, submissively took her hand and allowed her to lead him away. His bare bottom was covered in red marks. "We'd better get started." I tried to hide my excitement. "Ms Harbourne won't be happy if I'm not on your breast when she comes back." Melanie sighed sadly. "Okay." Before she could change her mind, or anything else interrupt us, I climbed on top of her and wrapped my lips around her breast. The smell of her body was amazing. If not for the chip, I probably would have cum immediately. I began teasing her nipple with my tongue but it didn't get the reaction I was hoping for. Instead of moans of pleasure, my efforts were rewarded with a slap on the side of my head. "Don't make this any weirder than it already is." Melanie said. Disappointed, I settled for simply sucking. That was still exciting enough that I had to consciously stop myself from grinding against her. Still nursing on the first breast, I heard Ms Harbourne and Brad return. "Sit with me until they are finished." She directed him. I could only imagine him glaring at the back of my head as I sucked on his wife's breast. The anger at him punching me in the face had faded and I started to feel bad for him and for Melanie. I released her nipple from my mouth and got up. "What's wrong?" Ms Harbourne asked. "You're not finished." I could see drops of milk from Melanie's nipple running down her breast and decided that I couldn't argue that. "I just can't drink any more." I lied. "My stomach isn't feeling good." "Maybe you just need to be burped." Ms Harbourne suggested, starting up "Come here." She held me with my head on her shoulder and pressed a hand firmly against my lower back. Maintaining the pressure, she moved it all the way up then repeated this a few times until I actually let out a small burp. “Does that feel better?” She released me. “A little.” I said. “But I still don’t feel like having any more.” “Okay” She decided. "I'd better ask Dr Patel to have a look at you." I didn't like that idea but the only alternative I could see was admitting that I had lied about not feeling well. Lying was certainly something which would be punished and I was not eager for another spanking. "I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut Robert’s visit short.” Ms Harbourne told Melanie. “Thank you for taking care of him this afternoon. We will see you at the milking shed tonight." As she led me out of Melanie's house, she tapped her bracket a few times and waited. It seemed they did more than control the prostate chips. "Okay. She's going to meet us at home."
  4. I'm writing this for the 3rd kasarberang non-contest. Chapter 1 I finished the block of code I was working on and started the unit tests. As the project built, I turned to the Web browser on my second monitor and started scrolling through the videos, trying to find one I hadn't already watched. I finally found one. The title was promising. "Slut takes 3 dicks." The thumbnail showed a wide-eyed woman with her lips wrapped around the shaft of an impressively thick cock. The balls resting on her chin. I glanced back at my work. There were a few green ticks indicating that the first tests had completed successfully but there were many more remaining. I had plenty of time so I started the video so I unzipped my pants. Enjoying porn on company time was just one of the many benefits of working from home. I was just getting into a rhythm when my phone began ringing. Without pausing, I looked down at it on the desk. The caller was identified as Melanie Baker. She was the wife of Brad, a friend of mine. I was actually rather envious of Brad, Melanie was hot. I ignored the ringing and kept going. I was already imagining Melanie in place of the star of the video and myself in the place of each of the men penetrating her. My climax came long before that of the video and I fell back into my chair panting, my cock still hanging out. My phone started ringing once more. It was Melanie again. This time I answered it. “Hi Melanie.” “Robert.” She said urgently. “I need your help.” “Huh?” I couldn’t imagine what problem she could have that would need my help specifically. Surely she had her own friends to call. “Brad was working on a story. He was obsessed with it. Something about a bunch of disappearances being connected.” Brad was a freelance journalist. “He told me he was getting close but then he didn’t come home. I’m really worried.” “So what can I do?” I asked. “All of Brad’s research is in his computer. There must be some clue where he was going there.” She explained. “But I don’t know his password. You know about computers. I thought maybe you could figure out how to get in.” “Yeah probably.” I agreed, seeing the potential to spend time alone with Melanie and with her in such an emotionally vulnerable state. “I’ll be right over.” When I arrived at Brad and Melanie’s apartment, Melanie answered the door with tears in her eyes and greeted me with a tight hug. “Oh Robert. Thankyou for coming.” “It’s no problem, really.” I hoped she wouldn’t notice my growing arousal. “Where’s Brad’s computer?” “In his office.” She released me and led me to a small room with a laptop sitting on a desk, surrounded by piles of paper. I moved the mouse and the black monitor came to life, showing the login screen. After clicking around a bit and finding no obvious way around it, I pulled out a USB stick from my pocket and plugged it in before restarting the machine. The computer booted into my pre-prepared Linux environment. This gave me access to the laptop’s harddrive. “Okay.” I declared. “Here’s his documents folder. And luckily he hasn’t encrypted anything.” “Can you find the research he was working on?” Melanie moved closer, placing a hand on my back. “Yeah. I think so.” I found and opened the most likely file. “I think this is it.” It contained chunks of an unfinished article interspersed with notes, documenting interviews and contact details. Brad had apparently found connections and patterns in the disappearances of a number of people, all but twol were women. Tthe men were each married to one of the women and disappeared at the same time as her. Most of the women were scientists, engineers and doctors, many with impressive achievements in their fields. He had concluded that they had not been murdered or abducted. They had chosen to leave. Brad had been particularly interested in Rachel Harbourne, one of the women who had disappeared. She wasn’t an engineer or a scientist. She was the ex-wife of the founder of some tech company and had left the marriage with over a billion dollars of his money. Brad had dug into her investments and had found a remote property that she owned indirectly through a convoluted network of shell companies. He was convinced that he would find the missing women there. “That has to be where he was going.” Melanie exclaimed. “It’s only about an hour away from here too. You’re my hero Robert.” She kissed me on the cheek. “What do we do now?” I wondered. “We go there.” She seemed uncertain. "Right now." “It would be too dark when we got there. We'll go first thing tomorrow." I said then saw an opportunity and added “I’ll stay here tonight so you don’t have to be alone.” "No.” She must have heard the enthusiasm in my voice because all doubt was gone. “We need to go tonight. Brad might be in trouble.” So I soon found myself driving down a deserted, unlit road with Melanie in the passenger seat. There was no address, only coordinates to put into the GPS, that gave us a marker which was at least a kilometre from any road on the map. As we got closer it wasn’t clear how we could actually get to the property. “Was that a road?” Melanie suddenly asked. “Back there on the left.” I checked the screen in the dashboard. “There’s nothing on the map.” “We have to go back and check.” She insisted. “That might be it.” I slowed down and did a U-turn. She was right, it was a road, well more a dirt track. We followed it and soon had confirmation that we were in the right place. “That’s Brad’s car.” Melanie pointed excitedly. I pulled up behind it and Melanie was out before I’d even come to a complete stop. “It’s locked.” She informed me when I joined her. “He must have decided it was better to go on foot from here.” I suggested, then noticed something through the trees. “Look. There’s some lights over there.” “Let’s go.” She took off in that direction. I chased her and saw that the light was coming from the window of a large building. As we got closer, I could see it was just one of many buildings but the only one with light in the windows. “What the fuck?” Melanie said as she reached the window. I joined her looking into the building. There was Brad, totally naked, on all fours on a table. A blonde woman was standing, fully clothed, beside him with a hand around his cock. There were two other naked men, in similar positions. Women stood around the room in small groups watching. "He's joined a bloody sex cult." I tried not to sound too happy. If anything was going to get me into Melanie's panties this was it. Maybe she'd come to me for comfort or maybe for revenge. It didn't matter if it got her into bed. The blonde woman moved her hand up and down Brad’s member. Initially, he just held his position, looking down at the table beneath him but soon he started moving back and forth with the rhythm. I absent-mindedly rubbed my growing erection through my pants as I watched. "Enjoying the show?" I heard a woman's voice behind me. Melanie and I both turned away from the window to see two women, armed with strange looking guns. After taking a moment to consider my options, I ran for it. I didn't get far before feeling a sharp pain in my right butt cheek. My legs started to feel weak as I felt for the source of the pain. I found a small dart and pulled it out as everything went black. I woke up surrounded by wooden bars. I could feel that I was naked except for some weirdly thick underwear. I ran my hands over this strange garment. It was covered in soft plastic and fastened at the front with tapes. With some effort, I sat up to examine it, confirming my fear. I was wearing a diaper. a ridiculously huge puffy disposable diaper, decorated with cartoon teddy bears in various pastel colours. I tried to take it off but the lingering effects of the tranquiliser left me too weak and uncoordinated. A door opened and a light turned on. "Looks like someone is finished with his nap." A woman's face, with olive skin and framed by long black hair, appeared, looking down over the bars. I suddenly realised what the bars were. I was in a giant cot. "Who are you?" I demanded. "And why am I wearing a diaper?" "You can call me Dr. Patel." She answered. "And the diaper is so you don't make a mess on the floor." "Where am I?" I continued my questions. "What have you done with Melanie?" "Patience. Everything will be explained in good time." She lowered one side of the cot. "But right now you only have to worry about finishing your bottle." "Bottle?" I asked, confused as she took my hand and led me to a long sofa. I tried to pull away but found I wasn't strong enough. She sat me in the middle of the sofa then picked up a large baby bottle full of a white liquid and sat at one end. "Just lay down and Dr. Patel will feed you." I made a feeble attempt to resist as she guided me to lay down across the sofa with my head in her lap. She smiled down at me as she brought the large nipple of the bottle to my lips. Even though I tried to clamp my mouth shut, she easily forced it in. The nipple filled my mouth. I tried to push it back out with my tongue but that only caused the liquid inside to squirt I to my mouth. In that position, I had no choice but to swallow it. "See." Dr. Patel said. "It doesn't taste so bad." She was right but it wasn't the taste I objected to. It was laying there in a diaper being fed like an infant. I wanted to ask why she was doing this to me but trying to talk only caused my mouth to fill with more of the liquid. "Good boy." She cooed. "Drink it all up." Whatever her reasons, it was clear she wasn't going to take that nipple out of my mouth until I had drunk the whole bottle so, resigned to this, I got to work. I had finished about half of it when my stomach started feeling uncomfortable. I kept going but a little while later it started cramping. "Is your tummy feeling yucky?" Dr. Patel must have noticed my discomfort. "Don't worry. It's just the laxatives starting to work. The muscle relaxants should kick in soon and then you'll feel much better." Now realising the purpose of the diaper, I started struggling against her again. She easily held me in place and kept the nipple in my mouth. I only succeeded in filling my mouth with more of the laxatives, muscle relaxants and who knows what else. "All done." She finally declared, pulling the bottle out of my mouth. "It won't be long now." She released me and I stood up. As promised, the muscle relaxants had muted the cramps but I could still feel what was coming. I had to find a toilet fast. On unsteady legs, I made my way to the door but I found that the doorknob was too much of a challenge for my hands. I knew that what was coming was inevitable but I still tried to fight it. I ordered my butthole to squeeze tightly shut and, for a while, it obeyed. With all of my attention on not shifting myself, my bladder took the opportunity to release, flooding the diaper. I felt the pee pool between my legs before being absorbed by the paddling. Dr. Patel didn’t move from her spot on the sofa. She just sat there, watching me with a patient smile. "Just let it happen." She suggested. "Don't worry. I won't leave you in a messy diaper. I'll get you cleaned up as soon as you're done. Her encouragement was unnecessary. At that moment, I finally lost the battle and the mess filled the seat of my diaper. It kept coming, squeezing up the back and the front. When it was finished, the diaper seemed ready to burst but, despite sagging heavily, it held on. "That's some laxative isn't it?" Dr. Patel laughed as she finally stood up. "It cleans you out completely, much more thoroughly than an enema." Too ashamed to offer any response, I meekly allowed her to lead me into the next room. With each step, I felt the mess against my skin. This room was far more clinical than the first. In the centre was what looked like a gynaecologist's examination chair. At least that's what they looked like in the fetish videos I'd watched. Dr. Patel led me straight to the chair. "Sit here and I'll get you cleaned up." I desperately wanted to be out of that diaper so I did as I was told. I didn't protest as she guided my feet onto the stirrups and strapped them in place or when she fastened a belt across my stomach. A large mirror took up most of the wall I was facing. As I looked at myself in that bulging diaper I had a terrible feeling it was actually a one-way viewing window. She pressed a button and the back of the chair lowered, pulling me back into a lying position, as the stirrups lifted my legs above me and spread them apart. “Okay. Now for the yucky bit.” She undid the tapes open and let my diaper fall open. She pulled a face but got to work, cleaning me with baby wipes. Working methodically, Dr. Patel started just under my stomach and then moved down to the base of my cock. I couldn’t help growing a little hard as she began to wipe the shaft. “Enjoying the attention?” She giggled and moved on to my balls, which did nothing to reduce my arrousal. Continuing to work her way down, she cleaned the mess off my bottom then wiped through my crack. She lingered on my butthole, pressing gently until it yielded to her fingers. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and my cock grew even harder. “I see you like that.” She smiled, removing her fingers from my arse and wiping the rest of my crack. “You’re going to love the procedure then.” “What procedure?” I did not like the sound of that. “What are you going to do to me?” “You’ll find out in just a moment.” She wiped my lower back and after inspecting her work declared. “There. All clean.” Leaving me strapped in place, She threw the used diaper and wipes into a nearby bin and moved to a sink to wash her hands. She took her time, either being very thorough or just deliberately making me wait, helpless with my bare bottom presented to that mirror. . Finally, Dr.Patel opened a cabinet, from which she removed a metallic cylinder. She carried it over to me and smiled at me from between my raised legs. “This is why we had to make sure your bottom was cleaned out.” She held up the cylinder, confirming my fears. “And the muscle relaxants will help it go in without hurting you.” I heard a clink as she put the device aside, then felt her fingers penetrating my butthole again but this time they were cold and slimy. “Just some lubrication to help it go in.” She explained, spreading the gel. I started to grow hard again in spite of my fear of what was coming next. Dr. Patel withdrew her fingers. A moment later I felt the smooth rounded end of the metal device replace them. “Just relax.” She said gently as she pushed it inside me. I gasped as I felt it slide deeper inside me. Precum started dribbling from the end of my rock-hard cock. “I knew you’d enjoy it.” She slid the device out a little. Then back in, slightly deeper than before. “Now I just have to find the right spot.” She moved it in and out a couple more times then said. “There.” I yelped as I felt a brief stinging pain inside me. I lasted less than a second but it seemed it was enough to make my erection disappear as Dr. Patel pulled the device out of my bottom. “What did you do to me?” I asked. “I’ve just installed your prostate chip.” She put the device down and returned to the sink to wash her hands again. When she returned, she stood at my side. “Now let’s test it.” She gently stroked my, now limp, cock. It felt good but I didn’t start to get hard again. “Good.” She began tapping on a bracelet on her left wrist and my cock became fully erect. “Excellent.” She tapped a couple more times and suddenly I began to squirt cum onto my stomach and chest. Weirdly, I didn’t feel any pleasure from this orgasm. “What did you do to my cock?” I demanded. “The chip is connected to the nerves in your bottom and groin.” She took out more baby wipes and cleaned the cum off of me. “Among other things, it lets us control your erections and ejaculations. Men have proven they can’t be trusted to control their penises so the chip gives that control to someone more responsible.” “What sort of feminist bullshit is this?” I demanded. “You bitches need a good…” I stopped and screamed as I suddenly felt a pain just like getting kicked in the balls. “That’s one of the other things it does.” She tapped her bracelet and the pain was instantly gone. “Behave yourself and you won’t have to feel that too often.” She took out a tissue and wiped up the tears running down the sides of my face. “You’re going to be a good boy for me aren’t you?” I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself but I didn’t ever want to feel that pain again. I remained silent and turned my head away from her. I heard her moving around then heard a plastic crinkling sound and turned to find her back between my legs, unfolding another big diaper. I was too afraid to say anything so I just laid there pouting silently as she slid it under my bottom. Once she had me taped into my new diaper, she moved the chair back up into the sitting position. “Don’t you touch that diaper.” She warned as she released me from the straps. “Now let’s introduce you to Ms. Harbourne.” She led the way out of the room. I hesitated. “Like this? In just a diaper?” “Of course. That’s how all of the boys dress.” She held the door open. “Now hurry up if you don’t want to get in trouble.” She motioned toward her bracelet. I quickly followed her out of the room into a hallway. At the other end, Dr. Patel knocked on a door. “Yes?” came a woman’s voice. “Come in.” She pushed the door open and led me into the room where a well-dressed woman sat behind a large ornate desk. She was middle-aged but still in great shape. “Rachel.” Dr. Patel greeted the woman. “I’ve installed Robert’s prostate chip and it is working properly.” “Thankyou Inika.” The woman ignored me for a moment and addressed Dr. Patel . “Good night.” “Goodnight.” Dr. Patel left me alone with the woman. “Hello Robert.” She smiled at me. “You may call me Ms. Harbourne.” When I didn’t respond, she said. “Don’t be rude Robert. I’m sure Dr. Patel warned you what happens to boys who are rude.” I looked at her wrist. She wore a bracelet just like Dr. Patel’s. “Hello Ms Harbourne.” I said, feeling like a schoolboy greeting his teacher. “Good boy. You can sit down.” She indicated a chair in front of her desk and sat on it. “I’m sure you’re very confused right now.” She went on. “You are in a little town I have founded as a model for a new society, one where women are in charge. I was sick of being mistreated by men and after the divorce settlement I had the resources to do something about it. I made contact with talented women who shared my feelings and together we built all of this.” “So, you’re punishing me for being a man?” I asked, hoping that maybe there was some way to talk my way out of the bizarre situation I had found myself in. “Oh no honey. This isn’t a punishment.” She said with genuine sweetness. “We don’t hate men. We understand that you can’t control yourselves. It’s not your fault. I promise that you are safe and we will take good care of you. If you accept your new position I’m sure you can be very happy here.” “And If I’m not happy here?” I asked. “Can I leave?” “No. I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that.” She said, “You would tell people what we are doing before we were ready and they would come and ruin everything.” I sighed. It was worth a try. “Okay but what about the diapers?” "Men have always needed women to take care of them like you are babies and we are your mommies." She explained. “Keeping you in diapers just makes that explicit.” "I thought you said it wasn't a punishment." Maybe I could at least negotiate a less humiliating outfit. "It isn't. It is just a reminder of your dependence on us, to keep your ego under control. When a man's ego gets too big it only creates problems for himself and everyone else." She explained patiently, as though she was speaking to a small child. "I know this feels like a punishment right now because you think it is humiliating. That's just your ego creating a problem for you. Let it go, accept your dependence and you will be quite comfortable in your diapers." Without thinking, I rolled my eyes at this. “Bullshit.” I realised my mistake a moment too late. “Robert.” Ms Harbourne rose from her seat and her tone became suddenly stern. “I will not accept rude language from you.” “I’m sorry.” I said. I was about to burst into tears as I anticipated the pain from the device they put in my butt. However, as she made her way around the desk, she didn’t reach for her bracelet. “I understand that you’re cranky. It is past your bedtime but next time you use bad language you will be punished.” Her voice was already softening again. “Do you understand?” “Yes.” I nodded quickly. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.” “Good Boy.” She was smiling again. “Now, I’d better get you to bed.” Ms Harbourne held out her hand. I hesitated for a moment but knew she could force me if she wanted to so I got to my feet and took it. She led me out of her office and back through the building to an entryway with double glass doors looking out into the dark night. “It’s a bit chilly outside.” She took some neatly folded baby blue fabric from a nearby shelf. “Let's get you into this.” She let part of the fabric hang down, a pair of blue fuzzy legs. “Step in.” She held it out for me. Eager to finally have my diaper hidden, I did as I was told. The material was soft and warm. The feet were closed and had rubber soles built in. Ms Harbourne pulled the rest of the material up my body and guided my arms in before pulling up a long zip which ran all the way from my left foot up to my neck. I realised that I’d just been dressed in a footed bodysuit like a baby but I didn’t mind. It felt snug and comforting. Outside, I tried to get my bearings. As Ms Harbourne led me along a footpath, I looked for the big building where Melanie and I had found Brad. If I could identify that, I could figure out how to get back to my car. “This is my house.” She indicates the building we were walking toward. “You’ll stay with me until we decide who will adopt you.” I rolled my eyes at the idea of being adopted. Fortunately, she wasn’t looking at me. Then I spotted the building I was looking for. From where I was, I could see the entrance and, above it, a sign which read “Milking Shed.” I was about to make a break for it when I remembered that I didn’t have my keys. With a sigh, I followed Ms Harbourne into the house. As soon as we were inside, she unzipped my bodysuit. Reluctantly, I allowed her to remove it, leaving me in just my diaper again. I wasn’t cold, It seemed that the buildings here were kept at a comfortable temperature for walking around naked. From the entrance, she led me into the living room. Two long white leather sofas and a large marble coffee table were in the centre of the room, leaving plenty of space on every side. An enormous television took up most of one wall. The other walls were decorated with paintings. “Now, I do need to get you into bed.” She said, “But, before that, are you hungry?” My stomach had settled down since the laxatives and was now feeling very empty. “Yes.” “I thought you might be.” She sat at the end of one of the sofas. “Come and sit with me.” She patted the cushion next to her. I didn’t understand what was going on but I didn’t want to get in trouble so I joined her. As I did, she began unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it open and, with absolutely no hesitation, undid a clip at the front of her bra, releasing her breasts. From my position, next to her on the sofa, I could just see the smooth pink skin behind her open blouse and the large, dark nipple protruding from that. I nearly got up for a better view but that wasn't necessary because she turned to face me, showing me everything. She then began massaging her breasts, one in each hand, kneading the soft flesh. I didn't know what was going on but I was afraid that if I asked she might stop. Out of habit, my hand found its way down to my groin and started rubbing my cock through my diaper. However it remained totally limp, apparently unimpressed by the show. “What’s the matter?” Ms Harbourne teased gently. “Is your diaper wet?” I blushed and moved my hand away but kept watching her play with her breasts. Soon drops of liquid began to form on the nipples. She looked down and smiled. "Okay. I think they are ready for you.” “Huh?” I was confused. “Ready for what?” “To nurse, silly.” She collected some of the liquid on her finger and transferred it to my lips. It tasted sweet. “This will be your food from now on.” I had mixed feelings about that. I certainly liked the idea of putting her breasts in my mouth. However, drinking her milk, especially while dressed like a giant baby, wasn’t appealing at all. “Don’t be shy.” Her hands moved to gently guide my head down into position. Frozen by indecision, I neither cooperated nor resisted and she pulled my face against her chest. I felt her firm, wet nipple pressed against my lips, demanding entrance to my mouth. Part of me wanted to open wide and get a mouthful of breast but I couldn’t bring myself to surrender to this babyish treatment. “Open up.” Mr Harbourne said, her tone as sweet as the milk I could already taste dribbling into my mouth. Resting my head against one arm, she took hold of her breast with the opposite hand and rubbed her nipple back and forth over my lips. “Come on. All men love boobies.” She wiggled a finger in between my lips and used it to force my mouth open. “Just another way you never really grow up.” I considered biting her finger but I was sure that would not end well for me. She soon managed to pry my mouth open enough to force her breast in. “There you go.” I tried to protest but intelligible speech was impossible with my lips wrapped around her nipple and the movement just made her milk squirt into my mouth. I swallowed it and the action squeezed more out, it was a vicious cycle and I soon realised the only way out would be to nurse until the milk was finished. Luckily, it actually tasted pretty good. She let out a sigh of pleasure as I settled into a rhythm “See. It’s not so bad.” She was clearly enjoying this. “We know you boys never grow out of needing to breastfeed. It’s why you’re obsessed with our breasts. You turn it into something crass but that’s just because you can’t admit what you really need.” Unable to argue, I just continued sucking and swallowing. She held me firmly against her body. “We’ve developed a way to make our breast milk a complete and balanced diet for an adult. You’ll never need to eat anything else.” Her breathing and little involuntary movements told me she was enjoying this. When the milk from that breast stopped, she moved me to the other one. She stroked my naked back, running her hand down to the waistband of my diaper and back up. “Good boy. Drink it all up.” Finally, I finished and Ms Harbourne released me. “Okay. Now let’s get you to bed.” Not bothering to refasten her bra or blouse, she stood and led me deeper into the house. “This will be your nursery for now.” She pushed open a door, revealing a bedroom furnished with an adult-sized cot and change table. Under the change table were stacks of diapers just like the one I was wearing. “Do you need a diaper change before bed?” Without waiting for a response, she patted the seat of my diaper and then gave my groin a little squeeze. “Nope. Still clean.” She lowered the side of the cot. “In you go.” When I hesitated her voice once again took on a stern edge. “Do I need to remind you what happens to naughty boys?” She didn’t need to remind me. I climbed into the cage and she pulled the side back up, clicking it into place. “Good night.” The edge was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “There’s a baby monitor.” She pointed at a baby blue plastic device mounted high on the wall. It had a camera pointed down into the cot. “So I can check on you. If there’s anything wrong, just call out and I’ll hear you.” With that, she turned off the light and left, closing the door behind her. Now alone, I considered ripping off the diaper. However, that would leave me naked. My next thought was climbing out of the cot. The bars weren’t too high. I could easily pull myself over them but then I considered the camera. I had no way to know if Ms Harbourne was watching. I decided that she’d just glance at the video occasionally and the chances she was watching right then were slim. I’d have to risk it. I pulled myself up and threw one leg over the rail. Suddenly, the pain hit me again. I let go, instinctively moving my hands to protect my groin. As I fell backward, I wet myself from the shock and pain. I hit the mattress and the pain stopped. “Crazy bitch!” I said, angrily. Moments later, the door opened and Ms Harbourne stepped inside. “I warned you about using bad language.” She turned on the light and crossed the room to the cot. I was so afraid that I wet myself again as she lowered the side. “Come here.” She held out a hand. Reluctantly, I took it and let her help me out of the cot. She led me to a chair where she sat. "Lay here." She patted her lap. "What?" I didn't understand. "Boys who say bad words get spanked." She explained. "No way." I backed away. "I am not letting you spank me." She made an exaggerated motion toward her bracelet. "Be careful, Robert." I got the message and positioned myself across her lap. She hooked he fingers over the back waistband of my diaper and pulled it down just far enough to expose my butt cheeks. Whack. Her palm came down on my bare bottom, making me yelp in pain. It stung far more than I had expected. "Why does it hurt so much?" I whined, pathetically. Whack. She gave me another smack before explaining. "Your prostate chip lets me adjust your sensitivity down there. I have turned it up to help you learn your lesson." Whack. "I've learned it." Whack.I wet myself once again as the next impact landed. Whack. The pain and humiliation were too much and I started to sob. "I'm sorry." I flinched as her hand came back down to rest gently on my tender bottom. "It's okay. It's finished." She left her hand there for a moment then said. "Go get up on the change table and I'll get you into a dry diaper." I stood up, still crying and waddled over to the change table with my soggy diaper hanging off my throbbing bottom. I climbed up on the table and laid down on the soft towelling on top.. Ms Harbourne came over to the table and untaped the diaper. “You’ve really soaked this one.” She rolled it up and dropped it into the bin with a heavy thud.. “I think I’m going to need to keep you in thicker diapers at night.” I just laid there trying to get my sobbing under control as she wiped my privates clean. The gentle, caring attention was soothing and by the time she slid the new diaper under my bottom, I had calmed down. The padding definitely felt thicker than my previous diaper and as she pulled it up between my legs, it forced them apart. I looked as she stuck the tapes in place. The shiny plastic bulged out ridiculously from my crotch. The print on this one was stars, all with friendly little faces. “Almost done. Just need to make sure the leak guards are right” Ms Harbourne announced, inserting a finger into each leg hole. It tickled but in a not-entirely unpleasant way. “Otherwise all the padding in the world won’t save your bed.“ I squirmed as she ran her fingers around my thighs. Clearly she’d left my bottom extra-sensitive. “Okay. Down you get and back into your cot.” I climbed down, moving awkwardly in the puffy diaper. With my knees forced apart, I couldn’t walk normally and waddled back to the cot. “You look adorable.” Mr Harbourne giggled as she followed me. “I might need to keep you in these overnight diapers full-time.” As I climbed back onto the mattress, she encouraged me with a gentle pat on my thickly padded bottom. “Now don’t try to get out again. I probably should have warned you that the cot has sensors which automatically trigger your chip if you get out.” She raised the bars back into place. “The same thing will happen if you get too far from one of these.” She held up her bracelet. “Goodnight Robert.” She once again turned off the light and left the room. Even sleeping was awkward in the enormous overnight diaper. I couldn’t lay on my side with the bulk between my thighs. I tried my back but the padding under my bottom made that uncomfortable. Finally I settled on sleeping on my stomach, of course this meant my diapered butt was sticking up in the air. I tried not to think about how babyish I looked.
  5. Can you explain what you mean by that? The image it conjures is a man getting a hand job in the way someone might milk a cow but googling the term redirects to prostate milking, both in a clinical and recreational sense.
  6. @lilchub2 I did start writing a week 2 after I finished this but I found I didn't have any ideas strong enough to maintain the quality. If you want to expand on it then you are welcome to. Here's where I got to for week 2. It's not been revised of edited at all. Feel free to use it as a starting point. MONDAY Tanya woke up first. She needed to get up and use the toilet. The thick padding between her legs reminded her that, really, she didn’t. She could just lay there and wet herself. She was disgusted with herself for even thinking that. She wondered if it was early enough to sneak in a visit to the toilet before anyone else got up. Deciding to take the gamble, she slipped out of bed and waddled out the door. The hallway was empty and the house was quiet. She rushed across and locked herself in the toilet. She wiggled the diaper down off her hips without unpinning it and sat down. After emptying her bladder, she stayed on the seat. She hoped that she could make herself poop so she wouldn’t be forced to do it in a diaper. However, she knew that every minute she sat there increased the chances she would be caught. Just as she felt it coming, someone tried the door. She almost swore and gave herself away instantly. However, she still had some hope. Whoever it was didn’t know she was the one in there and, if they didn’t check the bed, she might still get away with it. Tanya finished and wiped then pulled her diaper and plastic panties back up before flushing the toilet. Cautiously, she opened the door. Janet was waiting outside the toilet, looking angry. “Go wash your hands.” Tanya said nothing. She just walked past her mother to the bathroom. Stephen was woken by Janet’s voice. Discovering that Tanya was no longer next to him, he took a moment to enjoy having the bed all to himself. However, his diaper was soaked and he soon got up to find someone to change him. “Good Morning, Stephanie.” Janet greeted him as he emerged from his room. “Do you need a diaper change?” “Yes, Mommy.” He admitted. “Come on then.” She said, taking him back into his room. “Get on the change table.” He obediently laid down on the changing mat. After a week of diaper changes, this was routine. Of course he was still embarrassed by others seeing his infantile state but Janet changing him felt totally normal. She pulled his plastic panties down and threw them in the diaper pail then unpinned his cloth diapers and laid them open to clean him with baby wipes. Once she had thoroughly wiped his diaper area, Janet threw the soggy diapers into the diaper pail and folded him a clean cloth diaper. She slid it under his bottom and pinned him into it. Finally she pulled a clean pair of plastic panties up over his padded bottom. “Thank you, Mommy.” He said, getting up. After Janet had washed her hands, everyone gathered at the dining table for breakfast. Amanda fed Stephen while she ate and Janet did the same for Tanya. Tanya waited nervously for her mother to announce how she would be punished for using the toilet but Janet acted like it had never happened. That didn’t make her feel any better. She knew that there was no chance her mother would let her off the hook. After breakfast, Amanda returned to her bedroom to get ready for work. Janet led Stephen and Tanya back to their room. “You first, Stephanie.” She said, taking out two disposable diapers. “We need to be quick. I don’t want Tanya to be late for work.” Stephen laid down on the changing mat once more and Janet removed his plastic panties and cloth diaper before sliding one of the disposables under his bottom and taping him into it. She helped him up off the bed and dressed him in his skirtalls, this time with a pink t-shirt and tights underneath. His outfit was completed with his Mary Jane shoes and a pink ribbon for his hair. “Your turn Tanya.” She ordered her daughter onto the changing mat. Janet repeated the ritual, pulling down Tanya’s plastic panties, unpinning her cloth diapers, then replacing them with the disposable. As Janet helped Tanya up from the bed and removed her nightdress, Amanda stuck her head into the room. “I’m going now. Goodbye Mom. Goodbye Stephanie. Goodbye Tanya.” “Have a good day.” Janet replied as she went to the wardrobe and retrieved Tanya’s work clothes. “Bye Amanda.” Stephen said. Tanya didn’t reply. She just stood there, in just her diaper, glaring with her arms folded across her chest. As Amanda left, Janet picked up Tanya’s bra and held it out for her. “I can dress myself.” Tanya insisted. “No you cannot.” Janet replied simply. With a sigh, Tanya allowed her mother to dress her for work. Janet then sat her down at the dressing table and began brushing her long hair. As Stephen watched he felt envious. He wanted long hair that Janet could style in all sorts of pretty ways. He tried to remind himself that he shouldn’t want that but it didn’t work. Once Tanya was ready, Janet led them both out of the house. She put them on opposite ends of the back seat and fastened their seatbelts. As Janet drove, Tanya shifted uncomfortably in her disposable diaper. It was thinner than the cloth diapers but still far bulkier than her usual underwear. She worried that the shape of the padding would be noticeable through her tight skirt. Glancing at Stephen in his juvenile outfit, she was thankful that she was wearing her normal clothes. When they arrived at the office building, Tanya took off her seatbelt. She tried the door but found that Janet had put the child lock on. “Wait.” Janet told her. “Little girls do not undo their own seatbelts. Wait for Mommy.” Janet got out and opened Tanya’s door. She took her daughter’s hand and held it firmly as she helped her out of the car. She then led Tanya around to Stephen’s door.. “Why are you getting him out?” Tanya asked, confused. “We are walking you in.” Janet explained. “I can’t just drop my little girl off in the carpark.” Stephen let her help him out of the car, holding her hand as tightly as she held his. He wasn’t happy about more people seeing him like this but he wasn’t going to complain. He was sure that most people in town would have read the story about him and seen the photos from his shopping trip the previous week anyway. With Tanya in one hand and Stephen in the other, Janet led them into the building. Tanya avoided the eyes of her coworkers as her mother led her through the open-plan office and knocked on her boss’s door. “What are you doing, Mom?” Tanya whispered angrily. “Hello, Janet” Tanya’s boss, a well-dressed man opened the door. “What brings you in?” “Hello Charles.” Janet greeted him. “Could I have a word with you about Tanya?” Tanya turned deep red and covered her face with her hands. She guessed where this was going. “Of course.” Charles let the three of them into his office and closed the door. “What is the problem?” “I’m sure you’ve heard about Stephanie by now.” Janet motioned toward Stephen. “Yes. I read about… her in the local paper.” “I found out that Tanya was not being a good big sister.” Janet continued. “So she is spending the week in diapers too.” Tanya wanted to run away and hide. Despite the age gap, she had a bit of a crush on Charles. She had been flirting with him since she started working for him. Yes he was married and she was with Robbie but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have a little fun together. I might even help her career. However, that would never happen if he was thinking of her in diapers. “I’m afraid I can’t give Tanya the week off.” Charles said. “We are far too busy at the moment.” “That’s alright. She can come to work. She is diapered right now.” Janet explained. “It’s just that she broke the rules this morning and used the toilet when she thought nobody else was awake. So could you keep an eye on her and tell me if she uses the toilet at work?” “I guess I can do that.” He agreed. “But will her diaper last all day?” He asked. Tanya could not believe this conversation was happening. “I’ll come in and change her during her lunch break.” Janet said. “She should be fine for a few hours and if she needs an urgent change she can call me.” “That will be fine then. She might even be more productive without so many toilet breaks.” Charles laughed. “Maybe this should become a permanent arrangement.” Tanya was horrified by the thought even though she knew Charles was only joking. “There’s a room which was used as a creche before we moved into the building. It’s the door just near the entrance.” He added. “It’s all still set up. You could use that for her diaper changes.” “Thank you.” Janet said, taking Stephen’s hand again. “We’ll let you both get back to work.” She kissed Tanya on the forehead. “Have a good day, Tanya.” As Janet and Stephen left, Tanya went to her desk. “Why did your mom come in with your diapered loser brother-in-law?” Susan, who sat across from her, asked. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Tanya replied, staring at her computer screen. She just wanted to focus on work and not think about what just happened in Charles’ office. Janet put Stephen into the back seat of her car and started the engine. Stephen assumed they were going home, which was good because he needed to mess his diaper. However, after a short drive, Janet parked in front of a row of shops. As Stephen wondered what they were doing there, Janet got out and opened his door. She released his seatbelt and held his hand as he got out of the car. With a firm grip on his hand, she led him to one of the stores. Printed on the door in plain black letters was “Incontinence & Bedwetting Supplies.” Janet pushed the door open and they stepped inside. Along the walls there were shelves full of various types of adult diapers and other supplies. There were tape-up disposables like he was wearing along with pull-up ones. There were also cloth diapers. Some like the simple white squares he wore at home but there were other styles too. There were mannequins positioned around the room modeling manu of the different diapers available. Among them were high tables with padded tops which Stephen quickly realised were adult-sized change tables. “I almost bought one of those last week when I bought your diapers.” Janet noticed he was staring at the change tables. “I thought it would be a waste of money but after a week of bending down to change you, and now Tanya, it might be a good investment.” If Janet was seriously considering buying a change table then she wasn’t expecting Stephen to be out of diapers any time soon. Somehow the thought didn’t trouble him as much as it should have. What did trouble him was the increasing urge to poop. He was growing increasingly concerned that he would not be able to hold on until they got home. Messing his diapers was something that he accepted as part of his life now but he still would much rather do so in the privacy of home and close to his changing mat. “Do you need any help?” A man approached them. He was very professional and acted like there was nothing strange at all about how Stephen was dressed. “Yes.” Janet answered. “If I bought one of these change tables, would the box fit in my car?.” “Probably not.” The salesman answered. “But we do deliver. I could probably get it to you this afternoon.” As Janet questioned the salesman about each of the tables, Stephen concentrated on not messing his diaper. He emptied his bladder into the padding, that took some of the pressure off for a while. “I’ll take that model.” Janet decided. “Does that one come in pink?” “Yes.” The salesman answered. “Did you need anything else?” “Oh yes. I almost forgot why I came in.” Janet said. “Last week, I bought some diapers for my daughter, Stephanie.” She indicated Stephen. “But now I’ve had to put her sister back in diapers too so I don’t think we have enough.” “Were they disposable or cloth diapers?” He asked, as though this was all perfectly normal. “Both.” Janet explained. “I keep them in cloth diapers at home but disposables are more convenient when we go out.” “Of course.” He led them over to the cloth diaper section. “Do you use the plain terrycloth squares?” “Yes.” Janet answered. “With plastic panties.” “Have you considered the all-in-one reusable diapers. The waterproof layer is built in so you don’t need plastic panties.” He indicated a pair of mannequins. “They come with either velcro or snap fasteners.” Janet examined the velcro diaper. She opened it and examined the inside before refastening it. She then did the same with the snap version. “I double-diaper my girls at night so they don’t leak. Would I still be able to do that with these?” “You can add extra absorbent layers.” He demonstrated by removing the velcro diaper from the mannequin and attracting a pad to the inside before putting it back on. It was visibly bulkier. “You can also get disposable inserts to make it easier to deal with messy changes.” Stephen blused at the mention for messy changes because he knew it wasn’t long before he would need one himself. “I’ll try them.” Janet decided, looking through the available colours. She picked out a pink velcro diaper and a purple snap one. “And what brand of disposable diapers do you use?” The man led them to another part of the shelf. “I can’t remember.” Janet said. “Hold on.” She lifted Stephen’s skirtalls and pulled down his tights to show the salesman the diaper he was wearing. It was visibly wet. “It looks like your… daughter needs to be changed.” The salesman observed. “There is a room you can use.” He indicated a door at the back. “Thank you.” Janet said, pulling Stephen’s tights back up and his skirt back down. “But I think she can wait until we sort all of this out.” “These are the diapers she’s wearing.” He took a box down from the shelf. “They are the most absorbent ones we sell.” “The last thing I need is a little diaper bag.” Janet said. “Just to hold some wipes and a couple of spare disposables.” The salesman led them to the bags. There were quite a lot of options and, as Janet examined them, Stephen gave up the fight and filled his diaper. Janet was going to change him anyway. He stood there with the mess pressed against his bottom, feeling very childish, while Janet selected a bag. On the way to the counter, the salesman noticed the smell. “I think she really needs a change now. Why don’t you deal with that while I put through your purchases. Feel free to take one of the sample diapers in there.” “Thank you.” Janet took Stephen’s hand and led him into the room the salesman had indicated earlier. In the room, they found another adult-sized change table. Stephen climbed up without having to be told and laid down on the smooth, cushioned surface. It was quite comfortable. Janet lifted his skirt out of the way and pulled his tights down to his ankles. She found the wipes then unfastened his diaper and pulled it open so she could clean his bottom. She disposed of the messy diaper and looked at the disposable diapers stacked under the table. As she was looking for the type Stephen wore, she found a stack buried right down the bottom which weren’t like the others. While the only markings on most of the diapers were writing or simple stripes, these had cute prints like baby diapers. “These are adorable.” She picked up a few to show Stephen. “I didn’t see these out there.” There was one with unicorns, one with fairies and one with pink teddy bears. Stephen smiled at them. He agreed they were adorable. “Which one would you like?” Janet asked. “The fairies.” He decided without much hesitation. Janet replaced the others neatly then unfolded the diaper Stephen had selected and slid it under his bottom. She pulled the front up between his legs and fastened the tapes. Looking down at him, she smiled. It looked much more suitable for a little girl than the plain diapers he had been wearing. Janet pulled Stephen’s tights back up and helped him down from the change table. She then washed her hands and led Stephen out of the little room. Even though it was completely hidden by his clothes, he felt much cuter in the fairy diaper. He smiled to himself as the rejoined the salesman. “Everything is ready.” He indicated the bags, neatly packed with Janet’s purchases. “I found some diapers under the change table with prints like fairies and teddy bears.” Janet said. “But I didn’t see anything like that out here.” “Yes. We don’t stock those. A lot of people who have to wear diapers are a bit sensitive about being seen as babies and we don’t want to offend them.” He explained. “But some of us aren’t fans of the clinical look of these diapers.” He indicated the packages on the shelves. “If I didn’t have to wear diapers I wouldn’t wear plain white underwear every day.” “You wear diapers?” Stephen asked, surprised. “Yep.” The salesman said. “I’m wearing one with camo print right now.” “If you don’t sell them here where do you get them?” Janet asked. The man opened a drawer and found a business card. “From this company.” He handed the card to Janet. “I have a deal with them. I get diapers from them for free and in return I don’t compete and I refer customers who are interested in more colourful diapers.” Janet thanked the salesman, paid for the purchases and gave him her address so that the change table could be delivered. Meanwhile, Tanya was feeling an urgent need to pee. She looked across the office to the toilets but knew she couldn’t go there. She was being watched. She started fidgeting in her seat. “Are you alright?” Susan asked. “You look like you need to go to the toilet.” “I’m fine.” Tanya insisted. “Just can’t get comfortable on this stupid chair.” She forced herself to sit still. A little pee escaped into her diaper and she felt the padding wick it away from her skin. There was no escaping it. She was using her diaper. She waited until Susan’s attention was back on her work then let a little more out. She was worried about leaking so she waited until the diaper had absorbed that before cautiously wetting a little more. She couldn’t believe she was wetting herself in the middle of her office. When she had finally emptied her bladder, the diaper felt thicker and less soft. She was surprised that the padding against her bottom didn’t feel wet but she still could not escape the fact that she was now sitting in her own pee. She checked the time and sighed. Her lunch break was still a long way away. Trying to ignore her humiliating situation, she got back to her work. Janet had decided that there wasn’t much point going home. By the time she’d driven back to the other side of town, changed Stephen and given him a snack, it would be time to get back in the car and return to Tanya’s office to check her diaper. So she decided to give Stephen a treat. Janet pulled up in front of an ice-cream parlour. She recalled taking her daughters there when they were little girls. She thought it would be nice to share the experience with Stephen too. Stephen was still uncomfortable being shown off in public dressed like a little girl but he didn’t want to upset Janet and he did like the idea of ice-cream. He let her lead him into the store. The other people inside stared at Stephen. It wasn’t the same confused looks he had drawn on his shopping trip the previous week. Most of them had seen the story about him in the local paper and those who hadn’t quickly had it explained to them by their friends. “Good morning, ladies.” The man behind the counter greeted Janet and Stephen with a warm smile. “What can I get for you.” “I’ll have a banana split.” Janet decided. “And my little girl will have a princess sundae.” Janet paid and took Stephen to a booth to wait for their ice-cream. The man soon brought it to the table. “One banana split.” He placed Janet’s in front of her. “And one princess sundae for your highness.” He gave a bow after placing Stephens ice-cream in front of him. “Thank you.” Stephen giggled. Janet smiled and also thanked him. Janet alternated between eating her own ice-cream and feeding the princess sundae to Stephen. The other customers watched, fascinated. Stephen didn’t mind too much. He could also feel his diaper wrapped protectively around his bottom and remembered its cute fairy print. Janet had put that on him and it meant she would take care of him. He blushed, embarrassed for thinking like that, but still happily let het feed him the ice-cream. Tanya had been sitting in her wet diaper for two hours. It was getting uncomfortable. She was actually thankful to see her mother and Stephen walk in and approach her desk. As they got closer however, she began to worry that her mother would ask about the state of her diaper in front of her coworkers. “Ready for lunch?” Was all Janet asked when she reached Tanya’s desk. “Yes. Mom.” Tanya said, relieved. Janet led Tanya and Stephen out of the open plan office and into the old creche. She turned on the lights, revealing a few child-sized tables surrounded by similarly small chairs. In a corner were a stack of yoga mats, previously used for nap time. Through a door on the other side of the room they found a small bathroom with toilets, a basin and a change table. The change table was unfortunately too small for Tanya and Stephen so Janet led them back to the main room. “Who needs a diaper change?” She asked them. “I do.” Stephen admitted. Janet arranged a few of the yoga mats into a changing mat large enough for him. “Okay. Lay down, Pumpkin.” Stephen laid down on the mats and Janet went to work. She missed the change table as she knelt on the ground and lifted his skirt out of the way. She then pulled down his tights. Tanya stared at the diaper. It wasn’t like the one she was wearing. She wondered where they had found an adult diaper with such a babyish print. Janet untapped the diaper and wiped Stephen clean. She rolled up the old diaper and took a clean one out of the diaper bag. Stephen was disappointed that it didn’t have fairies on it but didn’t complain as Janet slid it under his bottom and taped it up. “Thank you, Mommy.” Stephen said as he stood up. “How about you.” Janet asked Tanya as she pulled Stephen’s tights back up. “Would you like your diaper changed?” Tanya didn’t answer but laid down where Stephen had been. Janet changed her into a dry diaper and then went to dispose of the old diapers and wash her hands in the bathroom. When she returned, she took out a lunch box. “Sit at the table.” She pointed to one of the small tables. Stephen and Tanya sat on the uncomfortably small chairs and Janet handed out sandwiches. She remained standing to eat her own. When they were finished, Janet handed Tanya the small diaper bag she had purchased that morning. “I want you to keep that with you. I’ve asked Amanda to pick you up and there’s some supplies in there in case she needs to change you.” Tanya was finally able to return to her desk. She felt much more comfortable in a dry diaper. She hoped that she could keep it dry for the rest of the day. Janet took Stephen home and tucked him into bed for his nap. As usual, he was nowhere near tired enough and there was too much light for him to actually fall asleep but he waited obediently in bed, hugging Felicity. Some time later, he felt the need to pee and, with little hesitation, soaked his diaper. He knew Janet would change him soon when nap time was over. Just as he finished, he heard the doorbell ring. He heard Janet answer it and then speak with two men. The voices drew closer until his bedroom door opened. “We will put it against this wall.” Janet pointed as the men carried in a large box. Stephen pulled his blankets up around him, very aware of his girlish outfit and his soggy diaper under it. The men looked tough and their presence made him feel very small. They were real men while he was having a nap in a pink frilly bedroom, diapered and dressed like a little girl. Although he was certain they would start mocking him at any moment, the men ignored him. They just got to work unpacking and building the change table while he watched. To Stephen, it felt like they took hours. He was thankful that Janet let him stay hidden under his blankets. When they were finished, Janet said. “Thank you. Can I offer you something to drink before you go?” “No. Thank you.” One of the men declined. “We have to get to our next delivery.” “Besides, It smells like someone needs their diaper changed.” The other said nodding toward Stephen. Stephen hid his face under the covers, blushing deeply as Janet showed the men out. Janet returned to his room and pulled the covers off of him. “Come on. Let’s try out your new change table.” Stephen got out of bed and climbed up onto the padded plastic of the change table. Janet removed his disposable diaper and wiped him clean then pinned him into a clean cloth diaper and pulled a pair of plastic panties over it. “Thank you, Mommy.” Stephen climbed down and went out to the living room to play. It was the end of Tanya’s work day. Most of her coworkers were leaving but she had to wait for Amanda to finish her own work and pick her up. She had failed to keep her diaper dry and was looking forward to being released from it. When Amanada finally arrived, the office was almost empty. As she approached, Tanya pulled the little diaper bag out of her drawer. She shoved it at Amanda. “You took your time getting here.” She led the way to the creche. She wasn’t eager to have her sister change her but that didn’t matter. She wanted out of that wet diaper as soon as possible. Amanda smiled as she followed her. They found the yoga mats still laid out as a changing mat. Tanya took off her skirt, revealing her heavy diaper. “Let’s get this over with.” She said grumpily as she laid down on the mats. Amanda untapped the diaper and pulled it open. The formerly-white padding was now yellow. “Did you go pee pee in your diaper?” She teased. Tanya wanted to glare at her but she felt too ashamed and exposed. She just covered her face as Amanda wiped her privates and rediapered her. Amanda grabbed Tanya’s skirt before she could and held it out for her to step into, rubbing in her status. After disposing of the wet diaper and washing her hands, Amanda took Tanya out to her car and made her sit in the back seat. Tanya put her own seatbelt on before Amanda could. It was a small victory but she needed it. As soon as they arrived home, it was time to feed Stephen and Tanya their dinners. This time Amanda fed her sister and let Janet feed Stephen. “Here comes the airplane.” Amanda teased her sister, making a point of rubbing in her humiliating situation. Amanda was not usually a cruel person but Tanya had been terrible to Stephen and Amanda wanted her to suffer for that. Despite Tanya’s attempts to cooperate, Amanda made a point of smearing food all over her. “Tanya, You’re such a messy eater.” Amanda observed. ”Look at how nicely Stephenie is eating.” When both plates were empty, “Amanda volunteered. “I’ll give them their bath.” “Thank you.” Janet said, clearing the table. Amanda led them to the bathroom and ran the bath. She reached for Tanya’s blouse but Tanya stepped back. “I can do that myself.” She insisted. She started undoing the buttons. “No.” Amanda insisted on allowing her no illusion that she was a grown-up. “You’re just a baby,remember.” She moved closer. “Now let me undress you or I might need to give you a spanking.” Tanya dropped her arms to her sides and let Amanda unbutton her blouse. Soon she was stripped down to her disposable diaper. Amanda left her like that and turned to undress Stephen. She found his diaper wet. A little over a week earlier, finding her husband in a bulky cloth diaper, let alone a wet one would have been ridiculous. However, it had become completely natural. In fact, as she unpinned his soggy diaper, the thought that he was her husband seemed ridiculous to her. Amanda helped him into the tub then removed her sister’s diaper and did the same for her.
  7. I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight by Bob Dylan It even includes the line "Bring that bottle over here"
  8. Thanks for reading my story for this long. I hope the wackyness of the last 2 chapters didn't ruin it for you. I felt like I needed a big finish It felt like the only way to properly punish her.
  9. Chapter 10 “No.” The reality of what had just happened finally hit Kate. “I don’t want this.” "Yes you did." Melinda replied. "You wanted to be free. Free of having to feed and change an adult baby." "I wanted Danielle to be free." Kate insisted. "Now she's trapped inside me." "Don't worry about her." Melinda said. "She is safe and comfortable and soon she won't remember her adult life. Your womb will be her whole world and she will be quite content there forever." "Get her out." Kate demanded. "This isn't right." "No." Melinda smiled smugly. "In a day, any trace of her old identity will be gone. I'm sure you'll see it my way then." Tanya decided she had to do something. She made herself visible and rushed to Kate's side. "Let's get out of here. The council will be able to fix this." “Tanya?” With some difficulty, Kate sat up. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have warned her. Danielle was just so miserable being a baby girl. I thought…” “It’s okay.” Tanya placed her hand on Kate’s shoulder. “Let’s go.” She concentrated but nothing happened. “I’m far stronger than you.” Melinda laughed. “While you’ve been playing house, I’ve been developing my powers.” “So you’re just going to keep us here?” Tanya stood between Kate and Melinda. “I'm sure Kate will see things my way in a day or two." Melinda declared. "Please." Kate said. "I don't want Danielle to forget who she is." "Come on." Tanya helped Kate to her feet. "She still has a front door." They started toward the stairs. "Naughty girl." Melinda declared. With a wave of her hand, the stairs disappeared. Then Tanya's clothes followed. "What the hell?" She had time to ask before a fluffy white cloth diaper appeared, covering her bottom and crotch. "What are you doing?" Translucent plastic panties then appeared over the thick padding. "Stop that." "I did think of another way to stop the milk." Melinda kept making movements with her hands. "Maybe you'll prefer it." Tanya's breasts began to shrink. So did the rest of her. With a surprised look on her face, she got rapidly smaller and younger. When she stopped, she had the size and features of a toddler. "There is one side-effect." Melinda smirked. "You lose your powers." "No!" Tanya complained in a squeaky little voice as Melissa materialised a wooden cot and levitated her into it. "Don't worry." Melinda teased her. "You'll get your powers back when you grow up again." She then approached Kate. "As for you, if you don't want to do this my way. I guess I can get your baby out." Kate gasped in pain and clutched her belly as contractions started. Melinda lifted her off the ground and created a hospital bed underneath her, Tanya could only watch helplessly from her cot. “This will take a while.” Melinda said. “But when Danielle has been born, I’ll turn you into a baby too and find an orphanage to drop the three of you off at. I’m sure you’ll all get adopted quickly.” With that she disappeared. “Kate.” Tanya called out. “She’s gone. Turn me back so I can help you.” Kate held out her arm and tried to concentrate. She had to stop when another wave of pain hit her. She tried again with the same result. “I’m sorry.” She cried. “I don’t think I can use magic while...” Her words were cut off by another contraction. When Stephen heard the door to the meeting room open again he jumped and wet himself a little. Luckily, the towel absorbed his accident. He turned to see Erica. “I’m sorry that took so long.” She held up a shopping bag. “Bronwyn had to go to a few places before she found the right sort of diapers.” “Thanks.” Stephen said. “I’m sorry to put you all out like this.” “Don’t worry about it.” She replied. “There is one thing though. It seems like you didn’t do a great job of putting your last diaper on.” He thought for a moment that she was going to offer to diaper him. He was only a little surprised that he was hopeful rather than afraid. “It was the first time I’ve done it myself.” “Yourself?” She asked. “Oh. Um.” He stammered and blushed. “My wife had been helping me with them but she wasn’t home this morning.” “I’d better explain a few things then.” Erica took a package of adult diapers out of the bag and placed it on the table. She tore it open and pulled one out. It was less thick than the diaper he had been wearing and it was mostly white with only a few boring clinical-looking markings. Stephen had known it wasn’t going to have the cute baby print of the diapers Tanya had put him in but he was still disappointed. Erica unfolded the diaper and examined it. “Yep. It’s similar to the diapers my kids wore.” She pulled one of the leak guards up off the padding and showed Stephen. “These are leak guards. I think the name says it all. Once you’ve got the diaper on you need to make sure they are standing up.” She handed the diaper to him. “Other than that, just make sure it’s a snug fit around your legs and you should be fine.” “Thanks.” Stephen accepted the diaper. “I’ll leave you to get dressed.” She said on her way out of the room. “I’ll be in my office when you’re ready to continue.” “Continue?” He was confused. “The interview.” She clarified as she closed the door. Stephen stood up and placed the open diaper on his chair. He would have preferred to lay down but neither the table nor the floor seemed like good options. Pulling the towel away from his waist, he could see the evidence of his most recent accident. He folded it, carefully hiding the wet mark and placed it on the floor. He found wipes in the bag and cleaned himself before sitting on the waiting diaper. As he pulled the front up firmly against his stomach, he relished the feeling of padding between his legs. Heeding Erica’s advice, he made sure it was snug around his legs as he fastened the tapes. He then stuck a finger in each leghole and ran it around to make sure the leak guards were standing up. Satisfied that he’d properly diapered himself, he pulled the new pants on. He did a quick check that his diaper wasn’t showing then left the room, taking everything with him. He found a bin for his used diaper and wipes then looked for Erica’s office. “Come in.” Erica said after he knocked on her door. “I’m sorry about all this.” Stephen entered and approached her desk. “These things happen.” Erica motioned toward a seat. “Don’t worry about it.” “I’m surprised you want to keep interviewing me.” He admitted as he sat down. “I’d already decided to offer you the job. Your accident doesn’t change that.” She informed him. “I’m sure you’ll be careful to avoid leaking again and we will provide a space where you can have privacy to change.” He almost insisted that it wouldn’t be necessary, that wearing diapers was a short-term thing. However, he wasn’t so sure and more than that he wasn’t so sure he wanted it to be. Instead he simply said. “Wow. Thank you.” “I can have the employment contract ready for tomorrow.” She continued. “Do you have any questions for me?” Tanya felt a warm damp feeling spread between her legs and realized she was wetting herself. That snapped her back to reality for a moment. “Shit.” She tried to swear but it was muffled by her thumb, which she didn’t even remember sticking in her mouth. She was already starting to regress mentally. Kate was breathing heavily and grunting in pain. She looked at Tanya and, between contractions, said. “Tanya? Are you still you?” “For now but I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.” Tanya called back. “I have an idea. Your magic isn’t working while you’re in labor. Right?” Kate’s only response was a scream as she had a particularly nasty contraction. “Well Melinda is pregnant too. After…” The rest of Tanya’s sentence was muffled by her thumb returning to her mouth. “Tanya!” Melinda shouted. Tanya was shocked back to herself for a moment and pulled her thumb out. “Sorry. After Danielle is born you should have your powers back. If you make Melinda go into labor she’ll lose hers.” “I can’t do this by myself.” Kate said. “I’ll be with you.” Tanya used all the strength in her small body to pull herself up on the bars of the cot. She managed to get one leg over and then the rest of her followed, a little too quickly. She lost her grip and hit the floor with a thud. “Tanya?” Kate called between grunts. “Are you okay?” Tanya started crying loudly and kicking her legs. Physically, she was okay. She was sore but there was no real damage. Mentally, however, there was no trace of her adult self. She was a toddler who had fallen and was screaming for a grown-up to make everything better. “Tanya Honey.” Kate said as gently as she could despite her pain. “Come here and I’ll give you a cuddle.” Still sobbing, Tanya stood up and walked unsteadily to Kate’s bedside. Kate pulled her up onto the bed with her and held her against her chest. She quickly calmed down. “Sweetie.” Kate said after another contraction. “There’s something I have to do and I’m scared.” She waited for some sign that Tanya had understood but the girl only snuggled in closer. “Can you help me to be brave?” She felt Tanya’s hand find her own and squeeze it. Stephen left the office building feeling confused. He was happy that he’d been offered a job. It was an important step toward regaining his adult life. The problem was that he wasn’t sure he wanted that life back. He saw a young mother walking toward him, pushing her daughter in a stroller. He was jealous of the girl. He wanted to be in his stroller. He even wanted to be back in his cute dresses. Most of all he wanted his mommy. As they passed, the little girl threw her pink pacifier from the stroller. Almost immediately she began to cry. Her mother leaned over and tried to console her. “I can’t see it honey. There’s another one in the car. We’re almost there.” Stephen, helpfully, picked up the pacifier from the grass. “Here…” The woman turned to him and placed a finger against her lips. “I know.” She whispered, taking the pacifier from him. “But if she knew I had it she’d want it no matter how much I explained it was dirty.” “I wasn’t thinking.” Stephen apologized. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be.” She replied. “Thank you for picking it up. I know I shouldn’t lie to her but…” “No.” He said. “Children don’t always know what’s good for them. Sometimes their parents need to keep things from them.” As the mother and daughter moved on, he stood frozen in place. He had just realised something. He wished he’d realised it a day earlier. Melinda reappeared in the room with Tanya and Kate. “How did she get out of her cot?” She noted Tanya cuddled up against Kate. “Nevermind. I think it’s time for your baby to come.” She waved her hand at Kate. Kate’s pain suddenly grew more intense. “You could have started this at any time?” She said through gritted teeth. “I thought you deserved the full experience.” Melinda replied. “It’ll be okay. You’ll soon forget the pain, along with everything else.” Danielle’s head began to emerge. Kate grunted and pushed. Tanya held tightly to her hand. She didn’t understand what was happening but she knew Kate needed her support. Eventually the ordeal was over. “And now it’s time for you to join Danielle and Tanya in infancy.” Melinda started to raise her arm toward Kate but then gasped as her belly expanded, ripping the seams of her dress. “What?” She demanded. Then a contraction came and she squealed in pain. “No!” She pointed at Kate but nothing happened. Kate lay catching her breath for a moment then said to Tanya. “Thank you, Honey.” She lowered the girl to the floor and picked up the crying newborn and held her to her chest. Then, with a sigh, she transported everyone in the room back to where they had left from, outside the council building. After a brief moment of confusion, Tanya began to run around on the grass giggling, totally unconcerned with her soggy diaper, sagging heavily between her legs. Melinda clutched her belly, alternately grunting in pain and cursing Kate. A small crowd was soon drawn by the commotion. “Get the council.” Kate sat on the grass, unconcerned by her nakedness, still holding Danielle. Someone must have done as she said because Daphne, also naked, was soon at Kate’s side. “What happened? Is that Melinda?" "Yes." Kate answered without looking up from Danielle. "And the little girl is Tanya." She started to explain more but Daphne stopped her. "Let's go inside." Daphne made a wheeled hospital bed appear under Melinda. "The rest of the council should hear this." She took Tanya by the hand and led Kate back inside. The bed with Melinda rolled after them. An attendant met them in the foyer. Daphne spoke to her, motioning toward Melinda. "Take her to a room and post guards. Make sure she can't use her magic." The woman nodded and wheeled the bed through a side door. Abigail and Rosalind were waiting inside the circular council chamber. Caitlyn, Amy and Jane were playing on the floor in their frilly white dresses. They stared at the strange group. "I think it is naptime." Daphne declared. The other council members knew what this meant. There were things to discuss which weren't suitable for little ears. The adult baby girls knew what it meant too and pouted at Abigail and Rosalind herded them from the room into the adjacent nursery. When they no longer had an audience, Daphne returned Tanya to her adult form. Tanya wondered for a moment why everything around her had suddenly shrunk but soon forgot the question. Kate looked down at her baby daughter then reluctantly said. "You'd better change Danielle back too. Before her mind is gone forever." Daphne motioned toward Danielle with her hand and the baby girl in Kate's arms grew into a full-grown man. Danielle didn't seem to notice the difference and just snuggled in to Kate. "You should get her diapered before you get peed on. Or worse." Daphne recommended. "I'll take care of Tanya." Kate put Danielle into a diaper while Daphne changed Tanya’s. When they were done, Daphne summoned a playpen and toys for Tanya and a play mat Danielle. Soon they were rejoined by the other council members and Kate told them everything that happened. When Stephen arrived back at his apartment, he went straight to the nursery and quickly stripped down to his already-wet diaper. He pulled open the wardrobe and looked through his impressive collection of dresses. When she got to the one which matched her princess picture she remembered tearing it up and felt terrible. She felt guilty for destroying the picture and for being so mean to her mommy. Tears began flowing down her cheeks. Feeling like she didn’t deserve any of the pretty dresses, she turned away from the wardrobe and crossed the room to her cot. After some fiddling with the clips, she managed to lower the side. She climbed in and raised the bars back into place then curled up on the mattress and sobbed. “Stephanie?” Sarah’s voice came from the doll. “Where have you been? Why are you crying?” “I’ve been a terrible daughter.” Stephanie said. “I got mad at Mommy and told her to go away but she was only trying to protect me. She’s my mommy.and she knows what’s best for me. If she’s there can you please tell her I’m sorry. Tell her I want to be her little girl forever.” Tanya sat in the playpen in her diaper, happily playing with a doll. Gradually she grew aware of the fact that this was a strange thing for an adult woman to be doing and that she was, in fact, an adult woman. Outside the playpen, Danielle laid on a padded blanket, mesmerised by toys hanging above her. On the couch, Kate was talking to the three members of the council. “I guess it worked” Tanya stood up and climbed over the bars to approach the four naked women. Kate got up and rushed to hug her. “Tanya! I’m so glad you’re okay.” “Happy to have you back with us.” Daphne stood to greet her. “Thanks to Kate.” Tanya smiled then blushed as she remembered. “You changed my diaper didn’t you?” “I’m afraid so.” Daphne laughed. “Do you need another change?” Tanya looked down and saw she was still wearing a disposable diaper. “Err. Not right now thank you.” She waved her hand across her groin and the diaper disappeared, leaving her as naked as the others. “Where is Melinda?” “Still in labor.” Abigail spoke up. “While we decided what to do with her.” Rosalind added. “And have you decided?” Tanya asked. “We can’t let her keep her powers.” Daphne explained. “She can’t be trusted.” “You’re going to turn her into a baby?” Tanya asked, quite happy with the idea. “Maybe.” Rosalind said. “We don’t believe in involuntary regression but there is another way to take away her powers.” “Now that you’ve rejoined us, we are ready to go see her.” Abigail said. “What about Danielle?” Kate looked down at her daughter. “She was regressed so far that she won’t recover for at least a few more hours.” Daphne said. “We will get someone to watch her. This will all be over before she remembers who she is.” So the five naked women appeared in the room around Melinda’s bed. She glared at them between screams of pain. Daphne signaled for the guards to leave. Abigail waved a hand across Melinda, making her torn clothes disappear. “Here we go.” She made another motion and Melinda screamed louder as the others watched the birth begin. As soon as it was over, Melinda tried using her magic on the others but their combined power was more than enough to stop her. Kate wrapped the screaming newborn girl in a towel and held her close. The infant quickly calmed down.” “Do you want to see her?” Kate approached Melinda. “Get that thing away from me.” Melinda shouted, making the baby start crying again. “Melinda.” Daphne addressed her. “We have a difficult choice to make. You cannot be allowed to keep abusing your powers. If you choose we can transform you into an infant. You will be raised in a loving home and hopefully, when your powers return, you will have grown into someone worthy of them. Otherwise…” “You’re not turning me into a fucking baby.” Melinda cut her off. “I think she’s made her choice.” Rosalind said. “Yes.” Abigail agreed. “So be it.” Daphne raised her arm toward Melinda and the woman’s body began to change. Her breasts shrank into her chest and her shoulders broadened. Her body grew taller and hair grew on her arms and legs. Her facial features became more masculine and finally a dick and balls grew out of where her vagina had been. “You can’t do this to me” Melinda screamed. “Have a good life Mel.” Daphne ignored her and made her disappear from the room. “What are we going to do with the baby?” Kate asked, still holding the girl to her chest. “She needs a mommy.” Tanya said. “And, if Danielle really doesn’t want to be your little girl, you need a daughter.” Stephanie had eventually fallen asleep in her cot. That is where Tanya found her when she appeared in the nursery. Stehpanie was hugging her Sarah doll and she was in desperate need of a diaper change. “Stephanie?” Tanya gently touched her shoulder. “Sarah told me you needed me and I came as soon as I could.” Stephanie opened her eyes and woke up quickly. “Mommy.” She stood up. The tapes of her heavy diaper barely held on. “I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay Honey. You’re only a little girl. I’ll always forgive you.” Tanya picked her up and held her. “Now. Let’s get you out of that wet diaper.” She placed her daughter on the change table and pulled the tapes open. As Tanya wiped her clean, Stephanie said. “Mommy. Can I please have my girl parts back. I don’t want to have boy parts anymore.” “Of course.” Tanya restored Stephanie’s vagina. “Now. I’m afraid there’s the matter of the ritual.” “I know, Mommy.” Stephanie said. “But, before my spanking, there’s something I need to do.” She climbed down from the change table and found the phone in the pocket of the discarded trousers. Pulling up Erica’s number, she sent a message. “I’m sorry but I must decline the job. I have received a better offer.”
  10. Chapter 9 “What is this?” Stephanie looked the letter over. “There’s a way to make your breasts stop producing milk? I can go back to being a man?” “I don’t know if it works.” Tanya explained. “Everyone says it’s impossible.” “You knew about this?” Stephanie asked. “How long?” Tanya hesitated. “This woman approached me after we met the council.” “And you just decided to keep me living as a baby girl?” Stephen suddenly felt ridiculous in his diaper and baby clothes. He moved away from Tanya. “You paraded me around in public in a stroller, wearing nothing but a shit-filled diaper and there was no need?” “Stephanie!” Tanya scolded. “Little girls don’t use such naughty language!” “I’m not a little girl.” Stephen pulled off the babyish t-shirt Tanya had dressed him in. “And I’m not wearing this humiliating crap any more.” He ripped open the tapes on his diaper and let it fall to the ground. Naked, he realised there was still something wrong. “Give me my dick back.” “Okay.” Tanya waved her hand, restoring Stephen’s male genitals. “Can we just calm down and talk now?” “What do you want to talk about?” He demanded. “How could you possibly justify keeping this from me?” “I was afraid you’d want to do it.” She explained. “Of course I want to do it.” He shouted. “I don’t want to crawl around pissing myself.” “But if you stop drinking my milk you won’t be protected by my magic.” She argued. “Eventually you’d get sick and die.” “You just want a baby to fit in with your magical friends. I’m not going to do it any more” He shoved the letter into her hands. “Take us to this Melinda. I want to do this ritual now.” “No.” She refused. “I’m not going to do it.” “Then get out.” He shouted. “Find some other loser to trick into playing baby.” “I…” Tanya searched her brain for the right thing to say but found nothing. “Okay.” With a sigh, she disappeared. Stephen left the nursery, slamming the door behind him. He entered the master bedroom and was pleased to find his old clothes still in the wardrobe and drawers. However, after getting dressed, he still somehow felt naked. His underwear was just too thin. His phone was in the top drawer of his nightstand. Its battery was totally flat so he plugged it in and wandered out of the room once again. The apartment felt strangely big and Stephen was uneasy. He had to fight the urge to climb into the safety of the playpen as he passed through the living room into the kitchen. His princess colouring picture was still held to the refrigerator with a magnet. Ashamed that he played along with being a little girl for so long, he grabbed it and tore it up. As the pieces fell to the floor, Stephen opened the refrigerator and looked inside. He was surprised to find it fully stocked. There were even some dishes pre-prepared with heating instructions in Tanya’s handwriting. He looked over the options but nothing seemed to be quite what he wanted. Then he realised what he wanted was Tanya’s breasts. Angrily, he grabbed a meal at random and stuck it into the microwave. Tanya appeared in front of Rachel’s house. She didn’t have anywhere else to go. She materialised a handbag then folded up the letter and placed it inside before ringing the doorbell. “What’s wrong?” Rachel could see Tanya was upset when she answered the door. “Stephanie found Melinda’s letter.” Tears started flowing down Tanya’s cheeks. “She hates me.” “She’s just angry.” Rachel led her inside. “Little girls have tantrums. You’re still her mommy.” “No. I don’t think I am.” Tanya shook her head. “She doesn’t want to be my baby any more.” They walked through the house into the playroom where Sarah was playing with her dolls, still wearing her red and white gingham toddler dress, now with matching waterproof panties over her cloth diaper. “What’s wrong?” Sarah noticed Tanya was crying. “Where’s Stephanie?” “It’s grown-up stuff.” Rachel told her. “You don’t have to worry about it.” Sarah wasn’t happy with the answer but she knew arguing wasn’t going to get her anywhere. Instead she picked up her Stephanie doll and whispered. “Stephanie. Are you there?” After waiting a few moments for an answer which didn’t come, she tried again. “Where are you?” Back in Stephen’s apartment, the Sarah doll sat silently in the cot. Stephen was at the dining table, finishing his meal, and too far away for the magic doll to work. He found the meal unsatisfying. It tasted fine but his body craved something different, something he refused to let it have. He cleaned up after himself and returned to the master bedroom where his phone was charging. It wasn’t full yet but he held down the power button to turn it on. A few moments later, countless notifications popped up. He sat on the bed and began reading through them. A number of people had been trying to get in contact with him. Most gave up when they didn’t get a response but a few close friends had been persistent, their messages growing more concerned with time. He sent replies apologizing for, but not explaining, his silence. Then there were messages from his boss, first asking if he was unwell then demanding to know where he was and then finally informing him that he was fired. He was going to have to find a new job and he doubted he could rely on his, now former, boss for a good reference. To check just how urgent his job search was, he opened the internet banking app. It turned out that it wasn’t urgent at all. The account he shared with Tanya had enough money to live very comfortably for a year or two. Just like with the refrigerator, she was still taking care of him. Still, he resolved to regain his manhood and find a new job as soon as possible. His laptop was still sitting on a small desk near the window. He sat down at it and got to work updating his resume. After a while, he felt the urge to pee. He paid little attention to it and, forgetting that he was no longer in diapers, just wet himself. He didn’t immediately realise his mistake, being quite accustomed to the feeling of a wet bottom, and just kept working, oblivious to the fact he had soaked his pants and the chair. He sent off a few job applications and then stood up. “Oh no.” He felt his wet pants and looked down at the chair. “Shit.” He showered, admonishing himself for becoming so lazy about using the toilet. He was clearly going to have to work to break some habits he’d developed as Tanya’s baby. With nothing else to do, Stephen sat in front of the TV. He spent the rest of the day watching movies which no responsible mother would ever let her little girl watch. He made a point of regularly checking whether he needed to pee. Even then he only just caught himself before having another accident.. He congratulated himself as he flushed. However, he immediately realised how childish it was to be proud of successfully using the toilet. He reassured himself himself that it was less childish than wetting his pants. As he returned to the couch after washing his hands, his phone rang. It was regarding one of the jobs he had applied for. They were looking for someone to start as soon as possible and he looked like a good fit. He eagerly agreed to an interview the following day. As it got dark outside, Stephen began to yawn. It wasn’t that late but it was well past what had been Stephanie’s bedtime. Part of him wanted to stay up in defiance of his infantilisation but he also didn’t want to be tired for his job interview. He turned the TV off and got up from the couch. Drowsily he headed toward the bedrooms, pushed a door open and stepped into the nursery. He reminded himself that he didn’t sleep there anymore but he found the comfort of the cot calling to him. As he pulled himself away, he noticed the diapers stacked under the change table. That reminded him that he should use the toilet before bed to avoid another accident. As he emptied his bladder, he wondered if he should wear one of those diapers to bed. He was ashamed of how attractive he found the idea and he refused to give in to the temptation. Stephen felt lost in the large bed and the lack of rails made him uneasy. He wanted his cot. He wanted his diapers. He wanted his mommy. “No.” he stopped himself. “I’m a grown man. I don’t sleep in a cot,.I don’t wear diapers and I don’t need a mommy.” Eventually he managed to fall asleep. Early the next morning, half-asleep, he felt the need to pee again. As he had almost every morning recently, he just wet his diaper. However, he wasn’t wearing one that morning. As he felt the puddle form around him he woke up properly and swore loudly. He washed himself and his bedsheets. However there was little he could do about the still-damp, yellow stain on the mattress. It would remain as a permanent reminder of his accident. Rachel knocked gently on the door of her guest bedroom. After not getting a reply, she let herself in. “Good morning, Tanya.” She gestured at the blinds and they flew open, letting in the sun. “You can’t stay in bed all day. Remember that we are going to catch that Melinda woman today.” Tanya groaned as she sat up in bed. Her breasts felt heavy and uncomfortable. “I’d like to do more than catch her.” She said angrily. “Are your boobs sore?” Rachel asked. “No. Not yet.” Tanya gave each of her breasts an experimental squeeze. “They are just getting uncomfortable.” “I’ll get Sarah.” Rachel said. “You can feed her.” “What about you?” Tanya argued. “I’ve already given her a feeding this morning. I can miss one.” Rachel said. “You need to be focussed today.” Rachel left and returned with Sarah. “Aunty Tanya is going to feed you.” She explained to her daughter. “What about Stephanie?” Sarah asked but she was already approaching the bed. “Don’t worry.” Rachel reassured her. “Stephanie is okay.” Tanya opened her pajama top and Sarah dutifully laid on the bed with her. Sarah placed her lips around Tanya’s left nipple and began nursing. Tanya moaned softly as the discomfort eased and was replaced by pleasure. Stephen checked the clock. It was almost time for him to leave for his job interview. He still needed to put his suit on. He’d deliberately left it to the last minute, afraid he’d have an accident and ruin it. However, as he took it out of the wardrobe, he realised that having an accident while he was out, or worse during the interview, was still a very real possibility. His mind went to the nursery and the change table full of diapers. He resisted the idea but, eventually, reason won. It was better that he wear a diaper under his clothes than have a potential employer watch him wet his pants. In the nursery, he picked up one of the disposable diapers. He would have preferred if it had been plain white rather than covered in flowers but it would be under his trousers anyway. Nobody was going to see it. He took it back to the master bedroom and placed it on the bed while he stripped naked. He unfolded the diaper and laid on it. He’d watched this done to him enough times to know how it worked. He pulled the front up between his legs. The familiar feeling of padding was instantly comforting. It almost felt like a hug from Tanya. Angry at himself for feeling that way, he quickly taped the sides in place and pulled his trousers on. The waistband of the diaper stuck out the top of his pants. However, that was hidden once he had his shirt on and tucked in. He examined his puffy bottom in the mirror, trying to convince himself that nobody would guess he was diapered. Tanya and Rachel waited, invisible, outside the council building. Sarah was at home, being babysat by Tracey. They stood in silence, aware that Melinda may have already been watching, waiting for her opportunity to introduce herself to Kate. Tanya reached into her handbag and felt the letter Melinda had handed her when they met, the letter that made Stephanie hate her. She wanted to be sure she knew where it was so it couldn’t cause any more problems. She would hate for Sarah to find it. Lost in thought, she almost missed Daniel leaving the building. He looked miserable in his puffy white dress. Kate followed, pushing an empty Stroller which Daniel was clearly refusing to sit in. She looked just as unhappy. “Don’t worry.” Helen followed, pushing Zoe in her stroller. “The council isn’t going to hold Danielle’s behavior against you. They know it’s not an easy adjustment.” “I just need a moment.” Kate composed herself. “Could you watch Danielle for a little while?” “Of course.” Helen said. “We’ll meet you at the playground.” “Thanks.” Kate turned to Daniel. “Be a good girl for Aunty Helen.” “Whatever.” Daniel said, following the woman. As predicted, as soon as they were a safe distance away, Melinda appeared. She approached Kate and started to introduce herself. Kate stopped her and whispered something. Tanya and Rachel knew immediately that something was wrong and rushed toward the women but they were too late. Melinda and Kate disappeared. Rachel became visible again. “Kate must have warned Melinda” She looked down the footpath. She could see Helen looking around confused. Daniel was gone. “Tanya?” Tanya wasn’t going to let them get away. Still invisible, she grabbed Melinda’s letter and was gone. Stephen pulled open a heavy glass door and walked into an expensively-decorated foyer. He was acutely aware of the infantile padding between his legs as the attractive, young woman at the reception desk looked up at him. “I’m here for a job interview.” He explained. “Yes. Stephen?” She smiled at him. “I’ll let Erica know you’re here.” Stephen sat on a comfortable chair and waited. After a few minutes, he noticed that he needed to pee. He was just about to ask the receptionist where the toilets were when a woman in a suit emerged. “Hello. Stephen.” She offered her hand and Stephen shook it. “I’m Erica. Thank you for coming in on such short notice.” She led him into the building. It didn’t seem to be the right time to stop and ask about the toilets so he just followed. Erica showed him into a small meeting room. She indicated where he should sit and then took a chair on the opposite side of the table. As he answered the usual interview questions he ignored the growing pressure on his bladder. He quickly accepted that he was going to use his diaper. When it finally happened, he didn’t miss a beat. He’d had plenty of practice at just carrying on talking or playing as he soaked his diapers. Wetting himself made Stephen feel like a baby and he was troubled by how little that bothered him. Even more troubling was a wet feeling on his thighs. Looking down, the growing wet patches on either side of his crotch confirmed what had happened. He had clearly not put his diaper on well. “Is something wrong?” Erica asked when he stopped speaking. “I…” Stephen had no idea how to tell a potential employer that his diaper had just leaked. Concerned, she stood up and moved around the table. “Oh.” She saw his wet pants. “I’m sorry.” He managed to say. “It’s alright.” She reassured him. “sometimes diapers leak." "Diapers?" His first instinct was to deny. "Sorry." She said. "I'm not sure what the politically correct term is." "No. Diaper is okay." Stephen gave up on the denial. "I was just surprised you could tell I was wearing one." "I've had children. I know what a leaking diaper looks like." Erica explained. "Anyway. I'll give you some privacy to change." "Um." He said. " I didn't bring a change of clothes… or a spare diaper." "Well that was a bit silly." She said as though he was one of her children. She pressed a button on an intercom in the centre of the table. "Bronwyn. Could you please bring a towel and a couple of plastic bags to meeting room 3.” A couple of minutes later, the woman from the front desk let herself into the room. “What did you need this for?” Then she saw Stephen’s pants and started giggling. “Nevermind. I see.” “Thank you, Bronwyn.” Erica said. “Can you please take some money from petty cash and get some trousers for Stephen.” She turned to him. “What size are you?” Stephen was blushing deeply as he answered “Thirty two.” “And some adult diapers.” Erica added. Bronwyn burst out laughing. “That’s a bit cruel.” “No. I’m serious.” Erica said. “Stephen wears diapers but didn’t bring any spares. Better get some wipes too.” “Oh. Sorry.” The receptionist said.. “I’ll go sort that out then.” Erica wheeled the soggy chair out of the meeting room and left Stephen to get out of his wet clothes. He removed his trousers and then his ineffective diaper. He put the pants into one bag and tied up the diaper into another. The childish print showed through the translucent plastic. He hoped nobody would notice. He wrapped the fluffy, white towel around his waist for modesty and sat on one of the remaining dry chairs. He found the feeling of the towel comforting. It was almost like one of his cloth diapers. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than for Tanya to take care of him. No. He wanted his mommy to take care of him. Tanya appeared inside a mansion. The entrance was decorated with marble statues. Two ornate, curved staircases led up to the first floor. She was just in time to see Melinda, Kate and Daniel disappearing behind the left staircase. Following, she found a doorway with more stairs leading down to a well-lit basement. The only furniture was a long padded bench, as wide as a single bed but twice as long. The others were standing next to it. Carefully, Tanya moved closer to hear what they were saying. “Are you ready to begin the ritual?” Melinda asked. Kate and Daniel both nodded. “Good.” Melinda said. “You need to be completely naked. You can undress your baby down to her diaper too.” She directed Kate. “Then feed her. Make sure you have no milk left.” Kate did as she was told and stripped naked. She then pulled Daniel’s dress up and off over his head and removed his shoes and tights, leaving only his baby-print disposable diaper. She sat on the bench and guided Daniel’s head down to her breast. When Daniel was finished, Melinda continued her instructions. “Take her diaper off and put her on the bench. Head at one end and feet in the middle.” When that was done, she continued. “Now lay with your head at the other end.” Kate sat on the bench and laid down, nervously waiting for the next step. Melinda held her hands over the naked pair and began a complex sequence of movements. Kate’s legs moved apart and were held hovering in the air above the bench. “What’s happening?” Kate asked, starting to panic. “It’s all part of the ritual.” Melinda insisted. “Now be quiet. I’m concentrating.” Everything happened very quickly after that. Daniel transformed into a woman and then began to shrink. Kate’s vulva parted and her vagina began to grow wider. From it, a placenta emerged and attached itself to Daniel’s belly button. Kate screamed as Daniel’s whole body was pulled inside her. Tanya could only watch, stifling her gasps of horror. Kate lay panting for a long time. Finally she demanded “What did you do? Where is Danielle?” “She is inside you.” Melinda explained, placing her hand on Kate’s bulging stomach. “There’s no way to avoid the need to feed a daughter but I discovered that if my daughter was in my womb, I didn’t need to do it with my breasts.” She explained. “A little magic keeps my pregnancy from showing and I’m free to live my life without constantly changing diapers.”
  11. Chapter 8 Stephanie was woken by Sarah moving next to her. The bars of the cot cast long shadows in the sunlight streaming through the nursery window. She could tell that her disposable diaper was soaked. While it didn’t feel wet against her skin like her usual nighttime cloth diapers, the absorbent material was stiff and heavy. Something else felt unfamiliar too. She reached down and pressed her hand against the padding between her legs, expecting to feel her dick under the diaper. As she felt the pressure on her privates. She remembered the previous night and wondered if she even wanted her boy parts back. “Want more already?” Sarah giggled,noticing Stephanie’s hand on her crotch. “No.” Stephanie blushed, moving her hand away from her diaper. As Stephanioe yawned and stretched, Sarah got up from the mattress and moved into a squatting position. Stephanie watched her strain slightly then fill her diaper. She winced as Sarah sat down in it. She could imagine too well how it would feel. However it didn't seem to bother Sarah. Soon, Rachel let herself into the nursery and said “Good morning girls." She could smell that at least one of them was messy. She first pulled out the back of Stephanie's diaper and looked inside. Confirming that it was only wet, she checked Sarah's and found the source of the smell. "I'd better change you first." Rachel lifted Sarah out of the cot and carried her over to the change table. From the cot, Stephanie watched her pull down Sarah’s plastic panties and remove the safety pins from her diaper. Rachel carefully pulled the messy diaper open and began wiping Sarah’s bottom. Once Sarah was clean, Stephanie noticed that Rachel started putting her into a disposable diaper. “Are we going out?” she asked. “Yes.” Rachel fastened the tapes and checked the leak guards. “Sarah and I are going to show you and your mommy around the neighborhood.” “But there are normal people out there.” Stephanie worried as Tanya placed Sarah on the floor “It will be fine.” Rachel returned to the side of the cot and lifted Stephanie out. “They see Sarah all the time.” While Stephanie tried and failed to think of an argument, Rachel carried her over to the change table and ripped open the tapes on her soggy diaper. "Why do we have to go out there?" Stephanie tried a different angle. "Your mommy is thinking about moving in here." Rachel pulled Stephanie's diaper open and wiped her. "Stephanie is going to live with us?" Sarah asked, excitedly. "Calm down." Rachel slid a clean diaper under Stephanie's bottom and pulled the front up firmly between her legs. "Stephanie's mommy hasn't decided anything yet." “Good morning.” Tanya announced as she entered the room. She noticed Rachel taping Stephanie into her diaper. “Thankyou for changing her.” “It’s no trouble.” Rachel adjusted Stephanie’s leak guards and lifted her off the change table to place her on the floor next to Sarah. “Did you want to get them dressed while I wash my hands?” “Okay.” Tanya agreed. She looked at the girls and considered what outfits she should put them in. When Rachel returned, Stephanie and Sarah were dressed in identical red and white gingham toddler dresses. “Adorable.” She complimented them. After the girls had been fed, Rachel asked “Are you ready to go out?” “Um.” Tanya hesitated.” Did Stephanie have a messy diaper when you changed her this morning?” “No.” Rachel answered. “Why?” “She usually messes in the morning.” Tanya explained. “Maybe we should wait.” Stephanie didn’t like people talking about her bodily functions like that but she realised her mommy was right. She normally needed to poop after her first feeding of the day but she wasn’t feeling it yet. Holding on for so long the previous morning must have thrown off her body’s routine. “It will be fine.” Rachel reassured Tanya. “There are plenty of places to change her if she has a messy diaper while we are out.” Stephanie didn’t like the sound of that. She tried to force out a poo but nothing happened. Her body just wasn't ready to go. Rachel led the group to the front door where two strollers were waiting. She strapped Sarah into one while Tanya did the same to Stephanie. Then they were on their way, out the door, out the front gate and onto the sidewalk outside. As Tanya pushed her down the street, Stephanie spotted an older woman coming from the opposite direction. She tried to pull her dress down to cover the crotch of her diaper. It was futile. The dress was far too short to offer any modesty. “Hello, Rachel. Hello, Sarah” She greeted the group. “Who are your friends?” “Hello, Mrs Thompson.” Sarah said, smiling at her. “This is Stephanie and her mommy.” “I’m Tanya.” Tanya introduced herself. “Amanda.” The woman responded. “So you and…” She looked down at Stephanie, betraying a little confusion. “Stephanie… have a relationship like Rachel and Sarah?” “Yes.” Tanya said, “I’m her mommy.” “Well she’s a very sweet little girl.” Amanda recovered and continued on her way. “See Stephanie.” Rachel said as they moved on. “There’s nothing to worry about.” Stephanie wasn’t convinced. As they passed more people she could see looks ranging from amusement to disgust. Of course nobody said anything but they didn’t need to. She once again found it hard to keep thinking of herself as a little girl. As a wave of unbearable embarrassment threatened to crash down on her she stuck her thumb in her mouth. It helped her tell herself that it was totally normal for her to be strapped in a stroller, wearing a dress and diaper. "Did you want your pacifier?" Tanya noticed her sucking her thumb and materialised a red one to match her dress. "Here you go." She waited for Stephanie to remove her thumb and then popped the pacifier into her mouth. Feeling even more like a baby, Stephanie relaxed. "Thank you, Mommy." She almost managed to say around the pacifier. They walked past a row of little shops, eventually arriving at a small restaurant. Rachel and Tanya pushed the strollers inside. A few of the customers looked up as they entered. Some smiled, others rolled their eyes but none commented on the group. “Hello Rachel.” A man greeted them. “Table for four?” “Yes.” Rachel answered. “Thank you Harry.” Harry led the group to a table in the middle of the room. Once Rachel and Tanya were seated he said “I’ll have the high chairs brought over.” “High chairs?” Stephanie mumbed, forgetting her pacifier for a moment then removing it to say. “We’re not going to fit in high chairs.” “You’ll fit in these ones.” Rachel smiled. Stephanie soon saw what she meant. A waitress and a waiter carried the chairs over and placed them side-by-side at the table. They were definitely shaped like highchairs, but the seats were large enough to accommodate her padded bottom. “I want Sarah to be comfortable in town.” Rachel explained, releasing Sarah from her stroller and helping her into one of the highchairs. “So I’ve made sure that the places we visit can accommodate her.” Tanya undid Stephanie’s straps and helped her up into the other chair. She clipped the tray in, trapping her daughter in place. Stephanie felt very exposed and just wanted to be back in her stroller. As Rachel and Tanya examined the menu she wondered why she even needed to be in a highchair. It wasn’t like she was allowed to eat anything. When Harry returned a few minutes later, he had crayons and colouring pictures which he distributed between Sarah and Stephanie. “Are you ready to order?” He asked the women. Sarah and Stephanie had to entertain themselves with their crayons while their mommies took their time eating breakfast. After a while, Stephanie began to feel the sensation she had been dreading. She needed to mess her diaper. For a brief moment, she actually considered just doing it right there at the table, That’s what a baby would do. Dealing with it would be Mommy’s problem. As she was considering that, she felt pee dribbling out and pooling under her bottom before being absorbed by her diaper. She looked around, wondering if anyone could tell she was wetting herself, and realised there was no way she could mess herself around so many people, at least not deliberately. Rachel and Tanya eventually finished their meals and stood up. They removed the highchair trays, releasing their daughters. “Looks like Stephanie is wet.” Rachel observed, far more loudly than Stephanie liked. “There is a big change table in the ladies’ room.” Tanya took a clean disposable diaper and a package of baby wipes from under Stephanie’s stroller. She took her daughter’s hand and led her past the other diners to the back of the restaurant. The changing supplies in her hand made it very clear what was happening. Inside the ladies’ toilets there were two cubicles and a basin. Tanya was confused for a moment. “Where is the change table?” Stephanie spotted it but wondered if she should just keep quiet. If her mommy couldn’t find the change table maybe she would have to take her back to Sarah’s house to change her. Realising that she would just go out and ask Aunty Rachel, drawing even more attention, she pointed it out. “It’s folded up into the wall.” “Oh yes.” Tanya pulled the table down into position. “Thankyou Stephanie.” As nobody was watching, she lifted Stephanie up onto it and began changing her. A flush came from one of the cubicles and the door opened. A young woman stepped and saw Tanya wiping Stephanie clean. She muttered under her breath “Shameless.” However, it was loud enough for them both to hear. “Excuse me?” Tanya couldn’t help defending her little girl.“Do you have a problem with me changing my baby’s diaper?” “Baby?” The woman laughed as she washed her hands. “Going around in diapers and pissing yourself doesn’t make you a baby. You’re both disgusting.” Tanya wasn’t going to listen to this any more. She made a small movement with one hand and the woman gasped and her eyes went wide. Tanya smiled as a dark patch formed at the crotch of the woman’s pants and then quickly expanded down both her legs. As the woman turned red and darted back into the stall, slamming and locking the door, Tanya called after her “Maybe you’d like to borrow a diaper.” Tanya turned back to Stephanie and rolled up the used diaper and wipes. “I probably shouldn’t have done that.” She whispered as she slid the new diaper under her baby’s bottom. “But she shouldn't have said mean things about my little girl.” She fastened the tapes and lifted Stephanie onto the floor. They returned to the table where Rachel was waiting with Sarah already strapped into her stroller. Tanya put Stephanie into hers and they left the restaurant. Rachel showed Tanya around town. While they did draw some scornful looks, everyone who actually spoke to them was friendly. “I want to show you the day spa.” Rachel said, leading the group into a building. “So I’ve booked us in for massages.” Stephanie thought that actually sounded nice. She was quickly disappointed when they stopped in front of a door marked “Creche.” Stephanie and Sarah were released from their strollers and Rachel opened the door. Stephanie could tell instantly that the brightly-coloured room was one Rachel had arranged for Sarah because there was a well-stocked adult-sized change table against one wall. “Hello Sarah.” A bubbly young woman who looked about nineteen years old greeted them. “And you must be Stephanie.” “Hello, Miss Walker.” Sarah ran in and hugged her. Stephanie held back so Miss Walker came to her and took her by the hand. “Don’t be shy. We are going to have a lot of fun together.” She turned to Tanya. “She’ll be fine. You two enjoy your break.” “Thank you, Tracey.” Rachel closed the door, leaving the girls in Miss Walker’s care. “What would you girls like to do today?” Miss Walker asked with the gentle enthusiasm people reserve for toddlers. “Can we build a castle?” Sarah pointed to giant blocks stacked against the wall. “Of course.” Miss Walker began moving the blocks to the centre of the room. Sarah started placing the blocks in a row. Stephanie just watched, more concerned with not messing herself than building Sarah’s castle. By the time Miss Walker had brought all of the blocks to her, Sarah had laid out the base of the castle, a square with a gap for the doorway. “Come and help.” Miss Walker urged Stephanie as she joined in, placing blocks on top of Sarah’s rows to build up the walls. Stephanie sighed and made her way over to the blocks. As she bent down to pick up a block she let out a loud fart. She felt her diaper inflate and was worried something more solid might also escape her bottom. Luckily, it did not and the release of pressure actually made her stomach much more comfortable. “It smells like someone has a messy diaper.” Miss Walker observed. She lifted Stephanie’s dress and pulled out the back of her diaper to check. “No. You’re clean.” She then checked Sarah. “No poopies but you are soaked. Go get up on the change table.” Sarah reluctantly left her blocks and let Miss Walker change her diaper while Stephanie kept working on the castle. Soon Sarah and Miss Walker rejoined her and they all finished building it together. Sarah and Stephanie then played in the castle, pretending they were princesses. When they were bored of that game, they knocked the castle down. They giggled as the blocks bounced across the room. They were less excited when Miss Walker made them pack them away neatly. “How about we do some ballet now?” Miss Walker suggested when the room was once again tidy. “Yes please.” Stephanie and Sarah said simultaneously. Miss Walker took out two pink ballet outfits with little tutus. She helped Stephanie out of her dress then held out the costume for her to step into. She then pulled it up Stephanie’s body, stretching it over her diaper. Once Sarah was similarly dressed, Miss Walker demonstrated some stretches for the girls to copy. She then started some music and led them through the various positions for their arms and feet. Stephanie felt very graceful. They were still dancing when their mommies returned. They watched silently for a moment, enjoying how cute their little girls were. "That's so adorable." Tanya whispered to Rachel. "Tracy teaches toddler ballet. We could ask her to teach our girls." Rachel suggested. "They could even put on concerts." When Tracey stopped the music, Rachel and Tanya finally announced their presence with a round of applause. They changed their daughters back into their dresses and thanked Tanya for taking care of them. "Thank you, Miss Walker." Stephanie hugged the young woman. "You're very welcome, Stephanie." Miss Walker returned the hug. "I hope I'll see you again soon." "Should we go to the park before we go home?" Rachel suggested as she strapped Sarah into her stroller. "Yes." Sarah responded enthusiastically. Stephanie would have preferred to go straight back to Sarah's house. The discomfort in her stomach was returning. However, she didn't want to disappoint Sarah. She sat in her stroller and let Tanya buckle her in, reassuring herself that she could hold on through a short detour. It was a short walk to the park. By then, Stephanie was unsurprised to find it equipped with adult-sized baby swings. When Sarah was released from her stroller, she ran straight for those. Her dress flew up, showing off her diaper.. Sarah sat in one of the swings and Rachel clipped the chain in place so she wouldn't fall out. Stephanie shrugged and took the other swing. The rubber seat hugged her padded bottom. She liked the snug, safe feeling. Tanya secured the chain of the swing and moved behind it. Stephanie felt herself being pulled back and then pushed forward. It was much faster than she expected and she flooded her diaper as she swung up and then back. Sarah giggled from the other swing. "Higher. Higher." Her excitement was infectious and Stephane began enjoying the ride too. Stephanie heard her mommy and Sarah's talking as they pushed the swings. Two more voices joined them. There was a man and a woman. Rachel introduced them to Tanya as Kevin and Jessica. The motion made Stephanie lean back as she swung up and then bend forward as she returned to Tanya. This seemed to encourage her bowel and the urge to poop became much stronger. It quickly became clear that she wasn't going to make it back to Sarah's house. Rachel and Tanya finally decided that the girls had been on the swings long enough. They stopped pushing and let them gradually come to a stop. As they moved around to the front of the swings to release their daughters, Stephanie finally lost control. Poop forced its way out into the seat of her diaper. In the confining swing, the diaper had no room to expand so the mess was squashed up Stephanie's back. She felt it going higher and higher. "Is that shit?" Kevin asked from behind her. "Ew. Gross." Jessica added. Rachel looked behind first Sarah then Stephanie and saw the wet brown stain on the back of her dress. "It looks like Stephanie's had a blow-out." She informed Tanya. Stephanie turned red. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend she wasn't there as Tanya helped her down from the swing and examined the damage. "Um..." Tanya wasn't sure what to do. She would have liked to use magic but it didn't seem like Kevin and Jessica were aware of her and Rachel’s powers. Also, she knew she was meant to handle Stephanie's diaper changes like an ordinary mommy. "I think we'd better get her out of that dress." Rachel stepped in and carefully removed the soiled clothing. This left Stephanie wearing nothing but her overflowing diaper. "Oh wow." Kevin laughed. "She is really committed to this baby thing." "Does Sarah mess her diaper too?" Jessica asked. "I didn't realise you took it this far." "Yes. Sarah doesn't use the toilet at all." Rachel said as though it was totally normal. "Could you pass me a couple of plastic bags and some wipes from under that stroller?" "Err. Yeah. Sure." Jessica did as Rachel asked. Rachel put the poop-stained dress into one of the bags and tied a knot in it. Of course she was just going to make it disappear but she couldn't do that in public. She had to pretend they were taking it home to wash. She then used the wipes to clean up Stephanie's back and the outside of her diaper as well as she could and disposed of the dirty wipes in the second bag. "Do you need a clean diaper?" Jessica asked, helpfully. Stephanie panicked, fully expecting that she was about to be changed on the grass with Kevin and Jessica gawking at her, but Rachel replied "No. Thank you. We aren't far from home." She spread a towel in Stephanie's stroller to protect it and sat her on it. It was a short walk back to the house but it felt much longer to Stephane with her messy diaper on display to everyone. She hoped Tanya didn't decide to move to that town. She never wanted to show her face there again. She felt significantly better once they were back inside Sarah's house and her mommy had cleaned her up and taped her into a new diaper. However, she was still not over the humiliating outing. After saying their goodbyes, Tanya took Stephanie home. She could see that her daughter was still agitated so she suggested. "Would you like Mommy to read you a book?" Stephanie nodded so Tanya led her to the nursery. She took out the book of princess stories and cuddled Stephanie on the couch as she opened it. A neatly-folded sheet of paper fell out of the book. Stephanie caught it and began unfolding it. "This wasn't in there last time." Tanya had a terrible feeling that she knew what the paper was. As Stephanie looked it over, her fears were confirmed. It was Melinda’s letter.
  12. Chapter 7 That evening, Stephanie laid in her cot. Her extra-thick diaper forced her legs apart but she didn’t mind. She felt safe in the padding. “Stephanie?” Sarah whispered through her doll, which was tucked in next to her. “Yes Sarah?” She whispered back. “Are you in bed?” Sarah asked. “Yes.” She responded. “Me too.” Sarah said. “It’s like we’re having a sleepover.” Stephanie giggled. “That’s a great idea.” Sarah responded excitedly. “We should have a real sleepover.” “Do you think our mommies will let us?” Stephanie asked, hopefully. “I’m sure they would.” Sarah insisted. The girls carried on, discussing their sleepover plans. Any thought that their mommies might say no was forgotten. Two or three hours into their late-night chat, Stephanie soaked her diaper without really noticing that she had needed to pee. Stephanie woke late the next morning, looking up at the faces of Tanya and Felicity. Her wet diaper felt rather uncomfortable and her bottom was itchy.. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Tanya smiled down at her. “Good morning, Mommy.” Stephanie yawned. “Good morning, Aunty Felicity.” “Hello, Stephanie.” Felicity said, warmly. “I’ve come to babysit you and Sarah.” “Sarah’s here?” That woke Stephanie up.. “She’s in the living room with Aunty Rachel.” Tanya said, lifting Stephanie out of the cot and carrying her to the change table. “You can play once you are changed and fed.” “I’ll change her.” Felicity volunteered. “I should make sure I remember how to fold the cloth diapers before you leave.” Tanya stepped aside, allowing Felicity to pull Stephanie’s plastic panties off. Felicity removed the large safety pins from the diaper and pulled it open, revealing Stephanie’s dick and balls. “I don’t know why I don’t expect to see boy parts there.” Felicity commented as she began wiping. “It surprises me too but she won’t let me change it.” Tanya noticed Stephanie flinching as Felicity wiped. “Her diaper rash is back. I think she was in her wet diaper a bit too long. Try to be a bit more gentle.” “Oh. Sorry.” Felicity used a lighter touch. When she was finished, she prepared a clean diaper. “Did I fold that right?” “Perfect.” Tanya confirmed. “Should I use some of that cream?” Felicity asked as she slid the diaper under Stephanie. “I think so.” Tanya passed her a jar of diaper rash cream from under the table. Felicity smeared the cream over Stephanie’s bottom and privates. Then she pulled the diaper up between her legs and pinned it in place. Finally, she retrieved a pair of plastic panties, guided Stephanie’s feet through the leg holes and stretched them up over her diaper. “Good work.” Tanya praised her friend as she placed Stephanie on the floor. She led Stephanie to the couch. She then lifted her top and opened her maternity bra and began feeding Stephanie. As Stephanie finished draining Tanya’s left breast and moved to the right one, she began to feel the discomfort in her stomach that told her she needed to mess her diaper. Normally she would without hesitation but today she had an audience. She didn’t want to fill her diaper with Felicity watching. When Stephanie was finished, Tanya put her breasts away and stood up. She removed Stephanie’s night dress and replaced it with a pink t-shirt. Across the chest were the words “I love my Aunty” and under them was a big red heart. “Can I play with Sarah now?” Stephanie asked impatiently, forgetting that she still needed to poop. “Yes.” Tanya laughed. “Go on.” She rushed from the nursery and found Sarah in the playpen. “Hi Sarah.” She waited at the bars for Tanya to catch up and lift her in. “Hi Stephanie.” her friend hugged her. Rachel asked Tanya. “All ready?” “Yes.” Tanya replied. “Be good for Aunty Felicity.” She warned Stephanie. “You too.” Rachel said to Sarah before the two women disappeared. They appeared in the courtyard of a mansion. As they approached the front door, It opened without them needing to knock. It revealed Daphne, one of the council members.. This time she was fully clothed although her dress still proudly showed off her body. “Hello Rachel. Hello Tanya.” She greeted them. “Come in.” “Thank you for meeting us.” Rachel said as she stepped inside, with Tanya following behind. They followed the woman through the foyer and into a lounge room where Caitlyn, her daughter, sat in a playpen, wearing only a cloth diaper and plastic panties.. “Come through to the backyard.” Daphne said, lifting Caitlyn out of the playpen and carrying her. “I’m going to give Caitlyn some fresh air while we talk.” The group continued through the house and out the back door onto a shaded deck. Daphne summoned a changing mat and laid Caitlyn on it. Rachel and Tanya waited patiently while she removed her daughter’s plastic panties and unpinned her diaper. Tanya looked down at Caitlyn. While she had the broader shoulders and flat chest of a man, between her legs was a pair of labia. As she watched Daphne gently wipe Caitlyn clean she hoped it wouldn’t be long before Stephanie had her own. Instead of rediapering Caitlyn, Daphne helped her up, completely nude. “Go play on the grass.” She gave her a pat on her bare bottom, sending her on her way down the steps onto a fenced-in lawn. “She’s stuck in plastic panties most of the time so it’s important to give her skin a chance to breathe.” She explained to the other women as she summoned a table with tea and biscuits. “Now what did you need to discuss?” “After I met you and the rest of the council, I was approached by a woman.” Tanya sat in front of one of the teacups. “She said her name was Melinda and told me she had a way to stop my breasts making milk so Stephanie wouldn’t need to live like a baby.” “Melinda?” Daphne poured the tea. “Someone named Melinda got her powers a couple of years ago. She was presented to the council with her daughter, Rebecca, but shortly after that they disappeared.” “Do you think she really found a way to do what she claims?” Rachel asked. “Would you do it if she has?” Daphne asked. “Of course not.” Rachel responded. “Sarah is my baby girl and we both like it that way.” “And you Tanya?” Daphne quizzed. “No. Stephanie needs my milk to stay young and healthy with me.” Tanya said. “That’s what I hoped you would say.” Daphne said. “But we do need more information.” "Maybe she will approach Kate after she meets the council." Tanya suggested. "That might be a good time to catch her." "Yes." Rachel agreed. “That could work.” Daphne added. "Then we could get some answers from her." The three women discussed their plans as they sipped their tea and watched Caitlyn entertain herself with the toys scattered around the lawn. Tanya made a mental note that a little naked time might do Stephanie's bottom some good. Meanwhile, back in her playpen at home, Stephanie had a problem which was growing harder to ignore. She had hoped to hold on until she was once again alone with Tanya but with each passing minute that became less likely. "What's wrong?" Sarah noticed her discomfort. "You look like you need to mess your diaper." "That's because I do.” Stephanie blushed. “I just don’t think Aunty Felicity would be happy about changing me.” “She’s babysitting us.” Sarah reminded her. “It’s what she signed up for.” Unconvinced, Stephanie tried to focus on playing but, before long, it was no longer her decision. A cramp made her bend forward and suddenly she started filling her diaper. She was frozen in place, mortified but also relieved to finally be free of the discomfort in her stomach. Sarah knew exactly what had happened. “Excuse me. Aunty Felicity.” She helpfully got the attention of their babysitter. “I think Stephanie needs a diaper change.” “What are you doing?” Stephanie whispered angrily. “You want to sit in your messy diaper all day?” Sarah asked. Stephanie sighed. “No.” “Are you wet?” Felicity asked as she approached the playpen. Then she smelt it. “Oh no. It’s worse. Isn’t it?” Stephanie nodded. “Um. Okay.” Felicity considered her options for a moment but there really was only one. “Let’s get this over with.” She opened the gate and led Stephanie and Sarah to the nursery. Stephanie climbed awkwardly onto the change table and laid down. She put her thumb into her mouth and repeated to herself silently “I’m a baby. This is normal.” Felicity steadied her nerves and pulled down Stephanie’s plastic panties. She removed the pins and pulled the diaper open. “Wow. That’s a lot of poop.” She hesitated a moment before taking the wipes and starting to clean the mess off of Stephanie’s privates. “This is so gross. I can’t believe Tanya does this every day.” Stephanie tried to say. “I’m sorry” but her thumb made it barely recognisable. Hearing Stephanie talk like a toddler made this easier for Felicity. Changing a poopy diaper was a normal thing to do for a baby. It was still disgusting but it wasn’t weird. “It’s not your fault.” She reassured Stephanie. “You’re only a baby.” Back at Daphne’s house, the women wrapped up their discussion and took a moment to relax.. They watched Caitlyn playing, still naked, on the grass. Daphne waved her closer. “Ready to get back into a diaper?” She asked her daughter. “Oops.” Rachel noted, watching Caitlyn pee down her legs. “Too late.” “And that’s why we do this on the grass.” Daphne laughed. “I’d better get her cleaned up. Goodbye ladies.” Tanya and Rachel said goodbye and returned to the apartment. They found Felicity sitting on the couch between the two girls, reading them a picture book. “Thank you so much for watching the girls.” Tanya said once Felicity finished the story. “Did they give you any trouble?” “Of course not.” Felicity said, hugging Stephanie and Sarah. “They were little angels.” Tanya and Rachel debriefed with Felicity as they fed their daughters. When they were done, Felicity gave each of the girls a kiss on the forehead and said goodbye to everyone. After Felicity left, Rachel suggested. “Sarah said you two wanted to have a sleepover. How about we do it tonight?” “Really?” Stephanie and Sarah asked in unison. “Yes!” Once Tanya had swapped Stephanie’s cloth diaper for a disposable one, they were ready to go. Rachel held Sarah’s hand and they disappeared. Tanya held Stephanie’s and followed. They all appeared in Rachel’s living room. “Do you think the girls could play in the backyard?” Tanya asked. “I think it would be good for Stephanie’s bottom to get some air.” “Huh?” Stephanie asked, confused. “My bottom?” “Another mommy suggested that babies should have a little time out of diapers. So your skin can breathe.” Rachel explained. “I think you can both try it.” They led their daughter’s out through the back door. Tanya pulled Stephanie’s t-shirt off over her head and untapped her diaper, letting it drop to the ground before making it disappear. Stephanie felt very exposed. While the cool air was soothing on her bare bottom, she just wanted to be back in the security of her diaper. She looked over at Sarah who was now also completely naked. Her eyes traced her curves, her small breasts and tight bottom. Of course she had seen all of Sarah's body before, in the bath or on the change table and Sarah had similarly seen all of hers but standing naked there in the garden with her was somehow different. Sarah laughed and pointed to Stephanie's crotch. Stephanie looked down and discovered that her dick was growing hard. "Remember girls." Rachel warned them. "No grown-up playing unless you both want spankings." Stephanie's whole body turned red. "I think now would be a good time to visit Kate." Rachel whispered to Tanya. "Stephanie seems pretty distracted." Tanya giggled and then disappeared. She appeared in a hallway lined with doors and knocked on the one in front of her. "Tanya?" Kate answered the door. "What are you doing here?" "I need to talk to you." She looked into the apartment and could see an empty playpen in front of a TV playing cartoons. "Where is Danielle?" "She climbed out of her playpen and hid in my bedroom when she heard you knock." Kate explained. "Should I go get her?" "No. She shouldn't hear this." Tanya lowered her voice. "There is a woman, named Melinda, who claims to know a ritual which will stop us producing milk." "So Danielle wouldn't need to live as a baby?" Kate asked. "I don't know if she is telling the truth. It should be impossible, " Tanya said. "We don't know. We want to talk to her and find out more information." "Why are you telling me this?” Kate asked "She will probably try to talk to you after you meet the council." Tanya explained. "You need to give her an opportunity to talk to you alone. Some of us will be invisible and follow you to catch her." “Catch her?” Kate was confused. “Is she doing something wrong?” “I don’t know. She’s very secretive.” Tanya said. “We want to find out why.” "Okay." Kate said nervously. "Just let her talk to me. That sounds easy enough." "I'd better get back to Stephanie." Tanya said and disappeared. She reappeared in Rachel's backyard. Stephanie hadn't noticed she was gone. Her attention was still on Sarah's body and she was still visibly aroused. "How did it go?" Rachel whispered. "Kate seemed okay with the plan." Tanya responded. "Now what am I going to do about Stephanie's little problem?" "I have an idea." Rachel waved Stephanie over to them. "I think now might be a good time for you to try out having girl parts." She pointed at Stephanie's erect penis. "So you won't have to worry about your excitement being so obvious." "Try?" Stephanie asked, uncertainly. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea. Her dick was rather inconvenient at that moment. "Just until you go home." Rachel reassured her. "Unless you decide you don't want your boy parts back." Stephanie reluctantly agreed "Okay." Rachel made a small motion with her hand and Stephanie felt a slight change in the weight between her legs. She bent forward to look and confirmed that there was a slit where her dick and balls had been. Somehow this made her feel even more naked. Stephanie ran back to Sarah and they resumed their games. She had to admit it was better to not have something bouncing around between her legs. Rachel and Tanya sat in the gazebo, watching the girls play. “Okay I think your cute little bottoms have had enough fresh air.” Rachel eventually declared. “Time to get your diapers back on.” Two changing mats appeared on the ground with cloth diapers and plastic panties for Sarah and a disposable for Stephanie. Stephanie and Sarah obediently laid down and let their mommies diaper them. The soft material, once again wrapped snugly around Stephanie's bottom, was comforting. Stephanie and Sarah had a quiet afternoon in the play pen, interrupted only by feedings and diaper changes. Tanya and Rachel gave them a bath together, put them into their nighttime diapers and dressed them in matching short white night dresses with little pink teddy bears printed all over. Tanya read Stephanie and Sarah a bedtime story then lifted them into Sarah’s cot. “Goodnight girls.” She gave each a kiss on the forehead and stepped aside to let Rachel do the same before turning off the light. As the girls talked about their day together, Stephanie worked her hand down inside her diaper. She hadn’t had much chance to explore her new anatomy and the dimly lit room gave her the closest thing to privacy she was going to get. Her fingers found her labia and traced the line where they met before delving deeper. She let out a gasp as she found her clitoris and felt waves of pleasure. “Are you playing with yourself?” Sarah asked. “I… um…” She was embarrassed at being caught. “It’s okay.” Sarah reassured her. “But if you keep going you’re going to need a spanking in the morning.” Stephanie withdrew her hand. “I just wondered what it felt like.” “I didn’t say you shouldn’t do it.” Sarah said mischievously. “Some things are worth a smacked bottom.” “Do you still touch yourself?” Stephanie asked, seriously considering putting her hand back in her diaper. “Sometimes.” Sarah answered. “Maybe I could play with you.” She pressed her hand against Stephanie’s crotch through the padding. Stephanie moaned softly. She wanted that but hesitated. “Won’t you need a spanking too then?” “That’s alright” Sarah wriggled her hand down inside the waistband of Stephanie’s diaper. “I’m sure we can think of some way you can make it up to me.” She walked her fingers down lower and lower, finally slipping between Stephanie’s labia. “Already wet.” She commented. “No. I’ve not used my diaper.” Stephanie insisted. Then as she felt Sarah’s fingers sliding over her clitoris she realised. “Oh. Mmmh. That’s not what you meant.”. She arched her back and pressed herself against Sarah’s hand. Her breathing quickened and more moans escaped her mouth. Sarah moved her free hand to the leg hole of Stephanie’s diaper and slid it under the elastic. Her fingers found Stephanie’s vagina and she pushed them inside, drawing a gasp from Stephanie. She moved her fingers in and out as she rubbed Stephanie’s clioris harder with her other hand. Stephanie gripped the mattress as she felt wave after wave of pleasure. Every muscle in her body tensed and she let out a loud scream as she finally orgasmed. Moments later, Rachel and Tanya burst into the room and turned on the light. “Are you okay?” Tanya asked, looking at Stephanie, panting in the cot. “Yes. She’s okay.” Sarah explained. “I was just showing Stephanie how her girl parts work.” “She looks like she enjoyed it.” Tanya observed. “Maybe she’ll want to keep them.” “Well You’re both impure now.” Rachel smiled. “Should we get your spankings over with now or Stephanie going to return the favor?” “I think she’s a little too worn out for that.” Sarah laughed. Rachel and Tanya lifted Sarah and Stephaine out of the cot and pulled down their diapers. They laid their daughters across their laps facing each other and began the ritual. “Was it worth it?” Sarah asked as Rachel’s hand came down on her bare bottom. Still catching her breath, Stephanie could only nod with a huge smile on her face.
  13. I'm not sure whether I understand you. Are you asking if Stephanie shill has a penis? If that's what you mean then yes, I'm trying to base the language I use to describe each character on how they seem themself. When Stephanie started to think about herself as a little girl then I switched to calling her Stephanie and using female pronouns. Daniel, on the other hand, does not see himself as a girl so I'm still using a male name and pronouns.
  14. Chapter 6 Days and diaper changes passed. On Saturday morning, after Tanya finished wiping Stephanie’s bottom clean once again, she slid a disposable diaper under her. Stephanie knew that meant they must be going out. “Where are we going, Mommy?” “We’re going to a play centre.” Tanya said, sticking the tapes into place. “One just for big babies like you.” “Is Sarah coming?” Stephanie asked, hopefully. “Yes.” Tanya checked the leak guards before lifting Stephanie down onto the floor. “Zoe and Penny will be there too.” Stephanie made no attempt to hide her excitement. She bounced up and down, clapping happily at the prospect. “I’ve made you a special dress to wear.” Tanya held up a fancy baby blue dress. It had white puffy sleeves and a big white bow. “You made my princess’s dress.” Stephanie immediately recognised the design. Her picture was still displayed proudly on the refrigerator and the princess in it wore a dress almost identical. There was one big difference though. “But it’s shorter.” Where the princess’ dress had a full-length skirt, this one looked like it would barely cover her bottom. “You wouldn’t be able to crawl and play in such a long skirt would you?” Tanya pointed out. “And a short skirt makes it easier for me to check and change your diapers..” “I guess so.” Stephanie was still a little disappointed that she wouldn’t look exactly like the princess. “Arms up.” Tanya directed. She pulled the dress down over Stephanie’s head and adjusted the collar and skirt. She completed the outfit with Stephanie’s white Mary Jane shoes. “Now let’s do your hair.” Tanya sat on the couch and Stephanie took her place on the floor. Stephanie liked the way the skirt spread out in a circle around her on the floor. She admired the detail around the hem as Tanya brushed and braided her hair. When she was finished, Tanya pulled Stephanie by the hand out of the nursery and into the master bedroom. She turned Stephanie to face the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door. Stephanie’s face lit up. "Thank you, Mommy!" She no longer minded that the dress wasn’t as long as her picture. Its petticoats made the skirt flare out around her hips. She twisted back and forth, watching it twirl, flashing her diaper as it lifted. "Okay. That's enough. Mommy has to get ready." Tanya took Stephanie to the living room and put her into the playpen. She soon returned. "Time to go. Are you still dry?" She lifted Stephanie's petticoats and confirmed she was. Tanya took Stephanie's hand and they were suddenly standing outside. Stephanie wet herself in surprise. She clung to Tanya and tried to hide behind her until she realised they were surrounded by other mommies with their adult baby girls. “Here it is.” Tanya announced, indicating the brightly-coloured building in front of them. The walls were decorated with large pictures of cartoon animals. She led Stephanie in through a set of double doors. “Surprise!” A small group of women and their daughters shouted as they entered. Stephanie jumped. A little more pee escaped into her diaper. “It’s a party for you.” Tanya giggled. “Look. Sarah is over there.” Stephanie looked where Tanya was pointing and spotted Sarah in a pink party dress. Next to her were Zoe and Penny. They wore identical yellow dresses. Stephanie started toward her friends but Tanya stopped her. "Wait." She knelt down and removed Stephanie's shoes. From that position she could see the discoloured crotch of Stephanie's diaper. She considered changing it but Stephanie was so excited to play with her friends. "Okay. You can go now." As Stehpanie ran to join the others, the back of her dress flew up behind her, showing her wet diaper, but she didn't care. “Hi Sarah. Hi Zoe. Hi Penny.” Stephanie hugged each of them. “Hi Stephanie.” They replied. “I like your dress.” Stephanie told Sarah. “Thank you.” Sarah replied. “I like yours too.” “Our mommies thought it would be cute for us to dress the same.” Penny complained, motioning toward Zoe. “They were right.” Stephanie said, smiling. “You are cute.” “Let’s go play.” Sarah led her friends to a ball pit. She climbed up the padded steps and threw herself in. Zoe and Penny followed with Stephanie close behind. Stephanie’s dress flew up around her as she came down into the pit. She landed in the brightly-coloured balls on her diapered bottom and sank in until they were up to her chin. Penny gently threw some of the plastic balls at Stephanie. Stephanie laughed and threw some back and soon all of the girls were giggling and throwing the balls around. Stephanie stopped for a moment, noticing a girl standing by herself against a wall. She was staring at feet as she held her red and white polka dotted dress down, obviously worried about showing the diaper which was certainly underneath. “Who is that?” Stephanie asked her friend’s pointing. “That’s Danielle. She’s a new girl.” Zoe answered. “Her mommy only got her powers last week.” “We should ask her to play with us.” Sarah suggested. “She looks sad.”. “Don’t bother.” Zoe said. “I’ve had two playdates with her and she never wants to do anything.” “Well I’m going to try.” Stephanie decided. She clumsily climbed out of the ball pit and marched over to the girl. As she got closer, she could see the girl was squeezing her legs together and shifting her weight from side to side. “Hi.” Stephanie introduced herself when she got closer. “I’m Stephanie.” “I’m Daniel.” The man mumbled. “Err. I mean Danielle I guess.” “Do you want to come and play in the ball pit with us?” She pointed back at the other three girls. “Zoe is there too.” “No.” Daniel replied. “Thank you but I’m okay by myself.” “I know life as a baby girl isn’t easy to adjust to.” Stephanie wasn’t going to give up so easily. “Especially when you were a man before.” “Were? I’m still…” Daniel started to get angry but realised that having a tantrum only made him look more like a giant toddler. “Yeah. It’s hard.” Tanya watched Stephanie talk to Daniel. She was proud of her little girl for trying to make the new girl feel welcome. “Hello. It’s Tanya right?” A woman approached her nervously.”I’m Kate ” “Yes.” Tanya responded. “I hope you don’t mind. Helen invited me.” Kate explained. “I’m very new to all this and I don’t really know anyone.” “Of course not.” Tanya smiled. “It’s still pretty new to me too.” “That’s my little girl, Danielle.” She pointed. “The one doing the potty dance.” “She’s still having trouble using her diapers?” Tanya asked. “She’s still having trouble with everything.” Kate said. “I’ve had to spank her so many times.” “She’ll get used to it.” Tanya reassured her. “At first, Stephanie said she’d prefer a spanking every day to pooping in her diapers but now she has no trouble messing.” “I’m not so sure.” Kate responded. “It’s not just using her diapers. It’s wearing dresses and sleeping in a cot. I don’t think she’s ever going to accept being a baby girl.” Tanya noticed Daniel stop fidgeting. “Well I think she’s using her diaper now.” “I’d better change her.” Kate started toward him. “She’s not going to want to be stuck in a soggy diaper.” “I’ll come with you.” Tanya followed. “Stephanie is overdue for a change too.” “Danielle.” Kate addressed her daughter when they got closer. “This is Aunty Tanya, Stephanie’s mommy.” “This is Aunty Kate.” Tanya introduced Kate to Stephanie. “She’s Danielle’s mommy.” “Hello Aunty Kate.” Stephanie greeted the woman. “Hello Stephanie.” Kate replied. “It’s very nice to meet you.” “Now I think we’d better change those diapers.” Tanya declared. Daniel blushed but didn’t argue. The women led their daughters down the short hallway to the toilets. They passed a door, bearing the familiar ladies’ room symbol and came to one bearing a stylised baby in a diaper. Tanya pushed the door open. Inside, they found a row of changing tables. Tanya picked up Stephanie and placed her on one. Kate reached for Daniel but he backed away. “What’s wrong?” Kate asked. “It’s too public here, in front of them.” Daniel complained. “And anyone could walk in.” “There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” Kate argued. “Stephanie’s having her diaper changed too.” She pointed to the change table where Tanya already had Stephanie’s diaper open and was cleaning her with baby wipes. “I’m not that wet.” Daniel continued to back away. “I’ll be fine until we get home.” “Stop being silly. I’m not going to leave you in a dirty diaper.” Kate moved closer. “And what if you leak all over the floor? Won’t that be more embarrassing?” “Fine.” Daniel gave up and allowed Kate to lift him onto the table next to Stephanie’s. He covered his face with his hands and waited for it to be over. Soon Stephanie and Daniel were taped into clean diapers and their mommies led them back out to the party. The other girls had moved out of the ball pit. Stephanie quickly spotted them inside a large padded climbing structure. “Come on.” She grabbed Daniel’s hand before he could refuse and led him up a ramp to where her friends were playing. “Hi Danielle.” Zoe greeted him unenthusiastically. “These are Penny and Sarah.” “Hi.” Daniel responded, sitting down and making sure his diaper wasn’t showing. "Come this way." Penny said, crawling through a tunnel. Showing the others the seat of her diaper. Sarah followed. The remaining girls could see that she was in desperate need of a change. Her diaper was yellowed and sagged heavily. "Uh. Sarah." Zoe called after her. "I think you'd better ask your mommy to change you." “Later.” Sarah replied. “It’ll be fine.” “Okay.” Zoe said, crawling through the tunnel after her. “But you’d better not leak on me.” “How are they not embarrassed about crawling around in wet diapers?” Daniel asked. “They are acting like it’s totally normal.” “It is normal for them. I don’t know about the others but Sarah’s been a baby for 20 years.” Stephanie explained. “Anyway, there’s no reason to be embarrassed here. We’re all in the same position. It’s not like I can make fun of you for being in diapers.” “Are you two coming?” Zoe’s impatient voice came out of the tunnel. “Come on.” Stephanie said, revealing her own diaper and she led the way. “Let’s go see what they found.” Daniel didn’t follow. Stephanie considered going back but she really wanted to see what her friends had found. It was clear she wasn’t going to be able to convince him to come with them. In front of the girls was a vertical shaft. The walls were smooth and padded. There didn’t seem to be any way out of the space except the tunnel they entered through. “What did you want to show me?” Stephanie asked, confused. “Watch.” Penny said, moving to the middle of the shaft. Suddenly, the skirt of her dress puffed out as though it was an umbrella and she was lifted off the ground. She floated up out of sight. “It’s magic?” Stephanie guessed.. “Yep.” Zoe followed her friend. “Come on.” Sarah took Stephanie’s hand. “We can go together.” The pair walked to the spot Zoe had just left. Stephanie felt a wind from nowhere blow up her legs. It quickly grew stronger and her dress puffed out just as Penny’s and Zoe’s had. Sarahs did the same. The wind grew even stronger and the pair were lifted into the air. They were soon deposited at the top of the shaft where the other two were waiting. “That was amazing!” Stephanie declared, a wide smile stuck on her face. “Let’s do it again. How do we get back down?” “The slide.” Penny pointed. The slide was actually four slides, running side by side, and they were enormous. Stephanie felt very small looking down. “Is that the only way down?” She felt no need to hide her fear. “You’ll be okay,” Sarah reassured her. “We’ll be with you.” Stephanie nervously sat between Sarah and Zoe and they pushed off. A little scream escaped her mouth as she was surprised how fast they went but by the time they reached the bottom she was giggling along with the other girls. They got up and started to run back to the ramp when Rachel stopped them. “Wait a moment girls. Who wants their face painted?” She pointed to a woman in a fairy costume, setting up her paints. Stephanie thought that sounded less exciting than floating back up and sliding down again but the other three were already moving toward the woman. She shrugged and followed them. There would be plenty of time for playing. “Hello girls.” The woman greeted them. “Who is going first?” “It’s Stephanie’s party.” Sarah pointed out. “She should go first.” Penny and Zoe agreed and pushed Stephanie to the front. “Hello Stephanie. My name is Miss Blossom.” The woman said. “Please sit down.” She indicated a seat shaped like a toadstool. Stephanie sat down. “Hello Miss Blossom.” “Would you like flowers, butterflies or rainbows?” Miss Blossom asked. “Or I could make you look like a cat or a bunny rabbit?” Stephanie thought for a moment and decided, “Butterflies please.” Miss Blossom got to work, gently and precisely moving her brush over Stephanie’s face. Stephanie liked how it felt. Soon she had little butterflies all over her face. Miss Blossom held up a mirror and Stephanie smiled at her reflection. “Thank you, Miss Blossom.” She moved off the seat so someone else could have a turn. Zoe took the seat next. She asked Miss Blossom to make her into a cat. Stephanie looked around for Daniel. She saw that he was still sitting in the climbing structure. She felt a little guilty for leaving him alone and excused herself from her friends to rejoin him. “There’s no point trying to talk you into getting your face painted is there?” Stephanie asked. Daniel couldn’t help laughing as he shook his head. “Why are you sitting in here?” She enquired. “It’s harder for people to see me here than out there.” He answered. Soon Zoe and Penny joined them. “Where’s Sarah?” Stephanie asked. “Her mommy checked her diaper and said she had to be changed.” Zoe explained. “Let’s go.” Penny said, already crawling into the tunnel. Zoe followed her. “It’s really fun.” Stephanie encouraged Daniel to join them. “There’s a magic wind which makes you fly all the way to the top.” He looked tempted but still hesitated. “I’ll block this end of the tunnel so nobody will see your diaper.” She suggested. “I promise not to look.” Mentioning his diaper was clearly the wrong thing to do because he again shook his head sadly. With a sigh, Stephanie crawled into the tunnel. Penny and Zoe were already floating up. Stephanie took her place and looked up at their padded bottoms, framed by ballooning dresses. She realised that Daniel would probably be too embarrassed to enjoy this anyway. The others waited for Stephanie at the top and then they all slid down and ran back to do it all again. After they floated up and slid down a couple more times, Sarah, now in a dry diaper, rejoined the group and they managed to go up and down a few more times before Tanya interrupted them. "It's time for some party games." She announced. "Where is Danielle?" Penny pointed to where Daniel still sat, doing his best to be invisible. "She didn't want to play." Tanya led the girls to an open space where Miss Blossom was waiting. "Hello again everyone." She said enthusiastically. "Who knows how to play musical statues?" The girls' arms shot up into the air. Tanya smiled as she made her way to Daniel's hiding spot. "The others are playing a game." She pointed to the four girls jumping and twirling to the music. "Do you want to join in?" "No." He said. Then decided he'd better add "Thank you." Tanya climbed in with him. "If you hate being a little girl so much, why are you doing this?" "I said no at first. Then Kate." He sighed "I mean Mommy asked her friends and none of them were willing to do it either. She was in so much pain by then. I couldn't bear to see her suffer." "Well if you have to be a little girl you might as well learn to enjoy it." Tanya pointed out. "You don't need to be miserable." "I know." He said. "It's just not that easy." "You could start by joining in with the others." Tanya said. "Look how much fun they are having." He looked at the four girls giggling at each other's dance moves. "I'll think about it." She left him to do that and joined the other mothers watching the girls play their party games. Daniel still hadn't emerged from the climbing frame when it was time for the party to wrap up. Kate insisted he say goodbye properly to the girls and their mommies and then they disappeared. Next, Zoe and Penny hugged Stephanie and Sarah and said goodbye to Tanya and Rachel. Helen and Victoria strapped them into strollers and pushed them home. "I have a present for you." Rachel held out a large package, covered in pink wrapping paper and tied up with a white ribbon. "Thank you, Aunty Rachel." Stephanie accepted the gift and tugged one end of the ribbon, releasing the bow. She tore the paper off and underneath was a plain white box. Removing the lid revealed two baby dolls which looked a lot like her and Sarah. The dolls were even wearing dresses which matched their own party dresses. Stephanie couldn’t help lifting their skirts and confirming that, yes, they were diapered too. “These are magic dolls.” Rachel explained. “If you give Sarah the one which looks like you then so long as you both keep your dollies near, you can talk to each other any time you like.” “Thank you.” Stephanie repeated. This time hugging Rachel and giving her a kiss on the cheek. She picked up the dolls and handed the one in the blue dress to Sarah, who hugged it tightly. At home, Tanya checked Stephanie’s diaper and found she was wet again. She lifted her daughter onto change table and got to work changing her. Clutching her new doll, she whispered. “Sarah? Can you hear me?” “Yes.” Sarah’s voice came from the doll, followed by giggling. “Hi Stephanie.” “It really works.” Stephanie said excitedly as Tanya wiped her privates. “This is so cool.” The girls carried on about the party while Tanya folded a clean cloth diaper and pinned Stephanie into it.
  15. Yes. I'm halfway through writing another chapter. It's just been a busy time for me. I'm glad you're enjoying it.
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