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Sometimes I like to shove my fist up my ass and jerk off. Surely that makes me a winner. -
By Lilmisschipmunk · Posted
Thank you so much for sharing this story. It was one of the most unique and fun diaper stories, it was a fun dynamic switch to have a little be forcing the mc into age regression instead of a domme. The lore was super fun to learn about, getting to meet all the characters, and everyone getting a happy ending. I adore the dynamic of big caregiver witch and her little padded medium, helping out mommy with her seances and the ghosts. Almost sounds like the premise for a ghost sitcom, ‘Mommy & MEdium’ -
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By Little Dino · Posted
Chapter 25: Police “Please come in, detectives. I’ll do what I can to accurately recall the events that happened to me. Where should we start?” Detective Montoya once again decided to take the lead on the questioning. Her partner was great at interrogating criminals, not so much at questioning victims. He didn’t exactly have what you would call “tact.” Bringing in a chair from the hallway, Detective Montoya took a seat near the bed where she could easily look Joy in the eyes or provide comfort in difficult moments, recounting the incident. “Ms. Watkins, I wanted to start by thanking you for agreeing to speak with us today. I know you have been through a lot, and this might be difficult. I would like to start by talking about your day and what happened leading up to the attack.” Mei took that as her cue to leave. Picking up Jimmy, she grabbed the diaper bag and quietly slipped out of the room, promising to come back later. When it was only Joy and the detectives, Joy began. “There wasn’t anything really remarkable about the day. I spent the night with my boyfriend, and left late in the morning to start getting ready for work. Work itself was pretty standard, not much exciting happens at a diaper bank. That night, I was the last out. I set the alarm and locked the doors behind me.” Joy paused for a moment, bracing herself for the next part. Detective Montoya placed her hand on top of Joy’s to comfort her. “As I checked the door to ensure it was locked, a large hand came from behind me and covered my mouth. He dragged me into the alley and threw me against the wall. Then he asked me about my boyfriend, Jimmy. He wanted to know where he was and said he owed him payback. Something about Jimmy humiliating him publicly. I refused to tell him anything. In a desperate attempt to escape, I bit down hard on his index finger. He instinctively removed his hand from the pain point, and when he did, I maced him and attempted to call for help. His hand quickly returned to my mouth before I could even get two words out. He slammed my head against the wall, and I saw stars. After that, I don’t remember much. I know he must have kicked me while I was on the ground based on my broken ribs. The next thing I remember is waking up this morning to the sight of my boyfriend.” Joy’s focus shifted back to the room as she finished recounting her attack. She could see Detective Bollock taking notes, and a recording device had been placed on the table by the bed. Nobody spoke for a moment as Detective Bollock finished scribbling in the notebook he had brought along. It was Detective Montoya who broke the silence. “Thank you very much, Joy, for recounting that traumatic event to us. Next, I want to ask about your attacker. Do you remember any distinctive marks or features that would make him stand out? Would you be able to describe the suspect to a sketch artist, and do you have any idea of who would want to hurt you?” Joy’s expression turned serious, angry as she recalled her attacker. How dare he? What made him think that she would tell him anything about Jimmy? With a long sigh, she looked Detective Montoya in the eyes. “That won’t be necessary. I know who attacked me. I got a good look at his face. The man who attacked me was Chad DeVue. He was Jimmy’s boss when he worked for Hermes Insurance. He treated Jimmy horribly, and HR never did anything because he always did so within the bounds of the rules and was the cousin or nephew or something of one of the C-Suite executives and knew how to game the system. He had even caused Jimmy to have an accident in front of the entire office. Only Jimmy was reprimanded. He had failed to clock out, and the boss had only been doing what HR had asked. After that, Jimmy did his best to keep his head down, do the work, and stay out of the guy’s way. Jimmy had been distracted and began making mistakes on his reports, and his boss chewed him out for it in front of the whole office. Jimmy suffers from incontinence, and his brief leaked while his boss was chewing him out. The boss laughed at him. Jimmy finally had enough, snapped, and punched him in the nuts and walked off the job.” The Detectives took a moment to respond. They were thrilled. She had just made their jobs a lot easier. Detective Bollock quickly looked up Chad DeVue, Hermes Insurance, and showed Joy a picture. In a gruff voice with a thick New York accent, he asked his only question of the day. “This the guy?” Joy just nodded and prayed that the police would find and arrest him soon. She didn’t want to have to look over her shoulder all the time when she got released. Detective Montoya stood, walking over to Joy. Shaking Joy’s hand, she handed her a business card. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Watkins. You’ve been a big help. We will get started on tracking down this Chad DeVue right away. We’ll keep you updated, and please feel free to call me at the number if you need anything.” ```````````````````````````````` As the Detectives began to question Joy, Mei decided a quick trip home was in order. They had not been home since the day before, with no change of clothes and no toiletries. Jimmy’s diaper bag also needed to be refilled for the possibility of a long stay at the hospital. Jimmy had whined about leaving Joy, but ultimately calmed down when he was told they would be back to see Joy soon. The pair returned home and decided to stop by Jimmy’s apartment to see if he wanted to bring anything upstairs for when he was big. As they exited onto the fifth floor, they were greeted by the sight of yellow police tape across the door to Jimmy’s apartment. Looking through the open door, the apartment was a wreck. Stuff had been thrown everywhere. The TV had been smashed, the coffee table broken in half. Seeing the state of his apartment and his things, Big Jimmy made an appearance. He looked around the apartment incredulously, hoping there might be a Police Officer he could talk to about the break-in. The door behind them suddenly opened, and the nice elderly lady who lived across the hall from Jimmy walked out with her little Shitzu. She had been nice enough to let Jimmy pet the dog every once in a while. His name was Pongo. “Oh, my word! Jimmy! You’re ok! I was so worried when I saw what happened to your apartment.” “Mrs. Landry, what happened here? When? She looked at him like he had just grown an extra head. “Has no one contacted you? I was sure the Police or the building superintendent would be trying to get a hold of you. This happened the day after last. Where have you been?” She seemed to finally notice how Jimmy was dressed, the pacifier hanging from his shirt, and the large diaper bulging beneath his shorts. She looked behind him at Mei, and then back to Jimmy. “Off having a bit of fun with your lady friend there? Not checking your phone?” Jimmy blushed heavily, mainly at the implication that he and Mei were in an intimate relationship. How had he missed all of those calls? Sure, he’d been in littlespace, but that doesn’t fully explain it. Pulling his phone out of his pocket provided the answer. He then recalled that he hadn’t charged his phone since the night he and Joy had slept together, and it had died. “Well, lucky for you, the building security cameras got some pretty clear images of the man. So hopefully, they’ll catch him soon.” Jimmy just nodded, and Mrs. Landry left to walk her dog. The pair stood for another moment just looking at the wrecked apartment before making their way back to the elevators and up to Mei’s penthouse. The first thing they did after entering the apartment was put Jimmy’s phone on the charger. At a five percent charge, he turned on the phone. He was treated to a symphony of notification dings from his phone, as it started compiling all the calls and texts that he’d missed. Most of the calls were from Detective Jim Gordon. In his voicemail, he informed them that he was the lead detective on the case and basically gave them the information that they had already gotten from Mrs. Landry. In his following messages, he once again asked Jimmy to call him. He wanted Jimmy’s help in making an inventory of what was in the apartment, and if anything was stolen. Navigating to his missed calls, he called Detective Gordon. The line rang three times, and then connected. “Detective Jim Gordon speaking.” “Detective Gordon, this is Jimmy Dalton. You called me recently about the break-in at my apartment.” Jimmy could hear what sounded like papers falling off a desk and rushed movement, as the person on the other end tried to get back into the Police brain. The Detective cleared his throat. “Mr Dalton, thank you for returning my call. Glad that we can finally connect and hopefully catch the guy who did this. As I stated in my previous messages, I would like to speak to you at your apartment. I wanted to do a walkthrough with you to see what was taken. How soon can we meet? I can be at the apartment complex in thirty minutes.” Jimmy looked at Mei, who had been standing right next to him, listening in. “I’m in the complex now, Detective, with a neighbor who has been kind enough to take me in. Thirty minutes is fine, I will meet you there.” Jimmy hung up the phone and sighed. He really didn’t want to deal with this, but he couldn’t be little right now. He had to take care of it. Mei could see the conflict in his eyes and wrapped him up in a big hug. “I know you would rather not deal with this, but you need to. You need to help the police catch the guys who did this to you. Now, let’s go get you changed before the Detective arrives.” Jimmy was changed into a fresh diaper and more adult clothes. You couldn’t see his diaper unless you knew what you were looking for. Thirty minutes on the dot, they met Detective Gordon at Jimmy’s apartment. Introductions were made, and then it was down to business. The apartment walk was a slow and arduous process. An inventory was made of Jimmy’s apartment, and it was determined that nothing had been stolen. Standing outside the apartment, the detective scratched the back of his head. “So, they didn’t take anything? They just wrecked the place. This just screams personal to me, Jimmy. I was able to get a clear image from the CCTV. If I showed you a photo, do you think you might be able to identify the suspect?” The detective called up the image on his phone and showed it to Jimmy. “Do you recognize this man?” Jimmy stared at the photo in shock. He had never expected the person who broke into his apartment would be his former boss, Chad Devue. -
By PamperedPrince · Posted
Interesting theory, but it's not quite correct. To clarify, Vivian met Jim in college and Abby was born after that. As for Vivian giving Abby some kind of treatment for the disease after she was born, you will just have to wait for the next chapters, as everything else will make sense after that. Stay tuned. The plot thickens... 😀 -
Nanny Becky is at least one link (there may be others), so you're right about covering the gap. From the start I have thought in terms of epilogues, but the idea of a third story has its appeal. Just can't see how to fit diapers into it enough to make it work on this site.
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