Mommies and Daddies

I LOVE these nappies and as a 20 something year old nappy user its most upsetting that is aussie cant get these marvellous bits of protection. A medical supply store that i live near had them on clearance. I brought 2 case, which is a lot of the same nappy for me😅 I've been using them sparingly. It would be so nice if we easier access to these good quality nappies that the rest of the world seems to have. I have read every post on this whole thread from the very start, this is my first post but i thought it was worth mentioning my sadness about quality nappies haha. I love your nappy check list OZNL, I still go through the list in my head before each wetting.  One day i too will wet subconsciously haha.

Hey everyone! Okay… I think I’m finally about to have some normality back in my life. Almost two months straight of trips, cons, 5ks, birthdays, holidays, and about a dozen other new and exciting events in my life. All worth it… all tiring and time consuming. Now, most of that should slow down… or at least get more back to something resembling normal. Not totally but enough that I should be able to pour more of myself into this story. There are still nine more chapters in this section and things will be escalating… and soon. Looking far ahead though, as a reminder, there is another poll up where the link and the options can be found back in the beginning of chapter 14. As usual, I will let the poll run until the final chapter where I will announce the winner and the timeline until my next story starts. The day before, I will make a final announcement and when that final chapter will drop. Now… last but not least and as usual, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter of my story! Chapter 17: The Inevitable Trickle of This Place ‘Oh, what have I done…’ The thought plagued Addy constantly as the days wore on when she fed Oliver from her own body. She knew the consequences going into this arrangement she had made beforehand and while she didn’t blow them off, on the scale of everything going on, she questioned if they really did matter at the time. Yes, they mattered in the sense of tangible consequences, but not when compared to losing Oliver to cancer. It was literally a life-or-death matter placed at her feet. To Addy, the rules and the consequences sometimes need to be damned when it’s those types of stakes involved. Now though, Addy watched Oliver each day and the good part of her… the one that cared about him on a deeper level than him simply being her job and him being a Little in her life, regretted her choice, even if for just a moment here and there. As Addy tidied up in his room while he was at therapy once more with Bruce, she surveyed his room. Unlike others here, not much had changed in the past month, unlike Katrina, but one item caught her eye and was the foretelling that the lack of change here also wouldn’t last much longer. ‘Oh, Oliver…’ She sighed audibly as she scanned the potty-training chart she had put up for him not that long ago. Of course, here in this dimension, it was really a failure tracking chart if anything. Potty training just didn’t happen and with Oliver firmly attached to her milk, she always knew he never stood a chance on this front. It was the bargain she struck when she first got him to latch that one fateful night. A saved life for his potty training seemed so worth it at the time, but as Addy gazed at the increasing number of rain clouds populating his chart, she knew a time was coming and fast that the chart would become obsolete. Maybe it was his patience or his increased urgency, but Oliver was actually ahead of the standard curve. Two weeks on her milk and he was defying the odds of entry into diapers. Despite that, the thought of ‘How much longer though?’ was more of a question now of when rather than if, however. Still, Addy did her best to keep him encouraged and dry as much as possible. Her loads of laundry had increased as not every pull-up always succeeded and while Oliver had only leaked in private so far, she knew that record might be coming to a close as well. Already, Katrina had leaked through a few of her diapers, and her ability now to tell if she was wet a fading memory apparently. As usual, Xander and Damien were cruel to her when they saw her vulnerability, but much to the pride of Addy, Oliver had stood up for her on numerous occasions now. It was a nice moment that Addy had observed from afar, but it was testament to his character and his increased social behavior after coming here and feeling less burdened by his past. He still had nightmares, but now, they weren’t every night and if they did happen, him and Addy were able to work together and calm him down quickly and talk about it slowly and carefully. Critically, he didn’t hide anymore. He shared with her freely and while sometimes that led him to tears, Addy was never far away with a quick cuddle and reassuring words. For today though, Addy checked her watch and busily went back to work. Any minute, Oliver would be done with Bruce today and he would likely be right back up here looking for her for lunchtime and another midday feed before naptime. Until then though, Addy made sure to pop out the secret panel in his walls and stow away one package of diapers. ‘Just in case…’ She smiled as she then hid them safely out of view. The next day, the Littles were all out with their caregivers. With Oliver now coming to terms with his past, his remaining two caregivers hadn’t left him of the eight he started with. Each time he left with one of the two, Addy always held her breath. She had to trust in the process, and no matter what, coming choosing day, if he chose one of them, she knew she would have to let him go. There was no appeal… no trial or rejection. If it happened, it was just a fact of life the nurses had to accept. Already, just in case, Addy made sure that each of the caregivers Oliver was going with were okay continuing to breastfeed him, either themselves, their spouse, or if need be, a wetnurse they would hire. None ever refused, but secretly about halfway through each of their conversations, Addy wondered if that was actually viewed as a perk with Oliver with these Bigs. “You miss them, huh?” a voice asked suddenly from behind Addy as she sat on the front porch, feeling the slight sting of the remaining winter wind but feeling the radiance of the Springtime sun on her skin as well. Curious, Addy turned around and saw Yolanda smiling back at her and leaning on one of the columns on the porch. “Oh… yeah, you could say that…” Addy hated to admit that fact so openly around here. With everything going on, she knew that it could be used against her in any number of ways. Still… Yolanda was one of the good ones around here. “I know I’m not supposed to get attached, but…” “But then you went and fed one of them and the other… hard not to get attached to from what I’ve seen and heard.” Her penetrating insights made her a strong nursing candidate for this program when she came on last year. It gave her knowledge about her Littles and the ability to dig it out of them that made her so effective. Bad day? She would know why in minutes. A Little refusing to be diapered or who’s suddenly scared? Yolanda could pry inside their minds, ease them away, and ensure they followed whatever she asked eventually… even with the tougher ones. “Yeah…” Addy eased back in her rocker as Yolanda casually joined her. A little part of her still felt guilt at how everything shook down with Oliver and the announcement being made to the other nurses… but he was alive, so she never let it bother her too much. “I always try not to get attached, but…” “It never ends up working out…” She sighed. “I know the feeling…” Addy looked up at her and saw the sadness she had seen reflected back in the mirror so many times before. “You too, huh? Who was it? Oh no… not your current one, right?” Yolanda paused and her sadness only persisted. At last, she nodded. “Going to be moving on soon… too soon, Addy. I was trying to prepare myself this time, but… she’s just so adorable. Tough case at first, but now? She clings to me whenever she gets scared and her bright green eyes just pierce my heart all the way through.” Addy rubbed Yolanda’s knee in support, knowing completely the feelings she was experiencing at this point in this whole process. It was both a flaw and a boon in the system. The Littles brought in were transformed into perfect Littles for anyone who looked on them and actually saw their personalities. The nurses, holding their hands literally the whole time in the process would naturally get attached. Sometimes, the Little would choose the nurse. It happened. Just… most of the time, however, the Little would choose their caregiver. It was part of the program and not a bad thing. That didn’t make it hurt any less when the Little didn’t choose them though. “Felt the same with Patrick last time.” Thanks to Oliver, Patrick was a fading memory. At the time he chose Sam and Lloyd to be his new caregivers, Addy could feel a tiny sliver of ice enter her heart as it broke slightly. “That’s why I had to take off, remember? I would have gotten Christina instead.” “But instead, you got Oliver and I got Christina, and now… she’s going to leave me for that blonde new Daddy of hers.” There was a clear resentment of the man in her voice. Frankly though, Addy couldn’t blame Christina for likely choosing him. Strong, protective, democratic, and good looking. For Littles, it wasn’t always about all that, but it didn’t hurt either… neither did his caring nature or his sizable inheritance and seat on the board of some hair product company. “There’ll be another one, and I’m sure you’ll love them just as much…” It was the bitter sentiment they always told each other. “And who knows? Maybe the next one will stick with you.” It didn’t help much, but it was usually enough hope to keep even the most broken-hearted nurses at Psyche. Yolanda nodded. “No, no… you’re right. Dr. Halgen’s already been showing me a few potentials. Dr. Tracey as well…” Most of the conversation was just passing the time and catching up. Hearing Dr. Tracey’s name come up though, perked Addy up immediately. “What do you mean by that? Is she taking over that process now?” Yolanda stiffened slightly but shook her head. “No… at least not exactly. More of… suggesting candidates. Of course, the ones she chose…” She trailed off a little. “What?” Addy leaned forward, wondering with morbid curiosity who they were. “Tell me.” “Well…” Yolanda winced. “I put the details out of my head, but both were questionable candidates to say the least. A drug problem for one and a burglary for the other.” “Well, those aren’t too bad…” Addy had to concede, almost a little disappointed with their crimes in comparison with someone like Xander. “Sure, but your mom…” Yolanda looked distantly and then straight back at Addy. “I read her books in college. Inspired me to come here and now more than ever, she had a point.” “Which is…?” Addy had heard her mom so many times and read her books for years now. At this point, specific sections didn’t always stick out in her mind. “It was in one of her last books…” Yolanda scratched her head for a moment, trying to recall one of her more ‘liberal’ books on Little care. “I’m forgetting the exact quote, but it was long the lines of that as Bigs, we should never discount even the worst of human society. Only that when faced with limited options, our selections should be taken with care…” “Oh… that one…” Addy remembered it well, some of that sentiment causing quite a stir, especially in the south of Libertalia where who Littles were before often mattered less than who a Big could turn them into. “Yeah… just kind of stuck with me.” Yolanda then got up. “I gotta make sure that I’ve got her room ready. Christina scarcely goes a visit without needing a change ASAP, but… my point… there are hundreds… thousands even of humans who could use a miracle on Earth. I know we have several facilities around the country now, but… are we really so desperate that of the 72 total we take in here every year that we’re even considering two like that. I mean… are you really telling me there’s not a schoolteacher or baker that’s got cancer and could use our help?” Her words and sentiment stuck with Addy for the rest of the time until Katrina and then Oliver returned. Both were in relatively good spirits and were as right as rain after a quick change and a pop off to the back for some relaxation and playtime. Still… as Addy looked out and saw Xander and Damien off to one side, nearly looking like they were planning something big, she wondered if her mom and what Yolanda had reiterated were right. ‘Why, of all the candidates on Earth who Psyche could select, are choosing people like them to come here?’ Everyone deserved a chance to live. Not everyone deserved a place like Psyche… Still, Addy remained mute about the subject as she watched her Littles play in the yard. There was a stiffer breeze today, but she only made sure that both zipped or buttoned up their jackets more tightly. The last thing she wanted was either of them to get sick. Yes, the Bigs medicine would get rid of it in less than two days if she didn’t catch it in time at the worst, but she didn’t want them to suffer anymore than they had to as part of this whole process. For Katrina, that was the diaper checks. As Addy zipped up Katrina’s purple puffy jacket, she made sure to steal a quick check of her padded Little. Katrina squirmed away and blushed intensely. “Easy,” Addy tried to whisper. “I just need to check really quick.” Katrina frowned. “I might be in diapers,” she whispered back, “but I can tell you when I’m wet.” Addy nodded along and didn’t say a word at first. She had gone through this process enough by now to know that Littles almost always tended to prove themselves wrong. And sure enough, even just a slight pat at first, followed by a more thorough prod, told Addy that Katrina was most definitely soggy. “Then I suppose you would have told me that you could use a change soon, right?” Addy made sure not to belabor her point too heavily to her now blushing and clearly surprised Little. Katrina was adorable in her regression and while Addy briefly felt bad that Katrina’s control was slipping and fast to the point where she was noticing her accidents less and less, the vulnerability and trust she showed to Addy more than made up for it. “Come here, sweetie.” Without even asking, Addy pulled Katrina into a tight hug. Around here, no one would blink an eye at the interaction, and it only took a second for Katrina to hug Addy right back. “It’s okay, baby. I don’t mind and that’s what your diapers are there for anyways.” After a moment, and when Addy could feel the preemptive panicked breaths of Katrina slow down by being hugged, she backed off and smiled wide. “Better?” Katrina gave the tiniest of nods, her worry still evident, but no longer at the point of breaking down. Addy nodded satisfactorily. “Good. Now, you go off and play with your friends. I’m sure Robin will want to tell you all about her time with her caregiver today. And… don’t worry about your diapers so much,” she reassured her with a quieter voice. “You let me worry about them. I’ll check you again in a little bit and we’ll call it snack time or something when you need to come in for a change, okay?” Katrina let out a little relieved smile. “Okay.” And within seconds, was already walking away, soon to be nearly skipping over when Robin waved her over. If Robin had caught any drift of what just happened between Addy or Katrina, she didn’t say a word. After all, she was just as thickly diapered herself as well. Now… for Oliver, he was a different story. As Addy stood up, she surveyed the back area to find her other Little… the one she was a little more concerned for lately. Not that a leaky diaper was a problem, but Addy was only on a ladder going down. Today, it was her not noticing an accident in her diaper. Soon, she might start making messies as well. ‘Definitely going to need to make sure she’s good with a stuffy or blankie before then…’ Oliver though, as Addy had observed in his room, was still in the ‘potty training’ phase of his time here. It was frankly more like a ‘potty losing’ scenario, but names were critical around here. If Addy was to call it the truth, all the more so from a breastfeeding Little, Oliver would panic, tantrum, and maybe even try to escape the facility. Stupid and he would just wind right back at the front gates within most likely an hour at this point, likely crying from a leaking pull-up and scared of the oncoming darkness, but it would be a step back between them. So, instead, Addy kept up the pretenses of potty-training Oliver as much as she could. Pull-ups, training potties in each of the bathrooms, a potty chart tracking both rainy clouds and smiling suns, and more than an ample supply of words of encouragement and hugs and little kisses to reassure her dwindling Little. Addy was truthful in all her actions, and she didn’t bend the rules to plummet his potty loss any further, but she also didn’t deal in self-deception. Oliver was having more and more accidents. He was already on his second failure of the day. Just one more and… Addy tumbled out of her own thoughts as in the midst of her still scanning the back area for Oliver, it turns out that he had found her first. Rocketing from the complete opposite side she was on, Addy could just make out his little body racing toward her… panic in his eyes and a familiar odd shuffle around his hips. ‘Oh boy… is this strike three, or another near miss?’ Addy wasn’t sure, but she mentally prepared herself either way… just in case. Trying to work in his favor, Addy took a few large steps in his direction. Her three saved him about six, which was just enough for him to stop and squirm about deeply in front of her. “Addy! I gotta… gotta…” His panic transformed into a different variety as he looked around. With Littles still returning from their caregiver day, there weren’t too many people out. Still, Oliver caught sight of two nurses and one distant newer Little looking at him with curiosity. There was an acknowledgement of what was happening from the nurses, but Oliver didn’t seem to pick up on that fact… only that he was being watched. His volume quickly lowered. “Potty, Addy. Potty!” His eyes flashed with fear as his squirms developed into straight-up crossed legs and hands over his crotch. In a second, Addy momentarily thought in her mind to slow him down… to delay what was only going to be the inevitable drop. Others had done it before her. It wasn’t unprecedented by a long shot and even her mom in one of her books once noted that it was likely better for the Little in a longer-type care facility. Potty training was stressful, especially for a Little. Failure was likely and that’s just how it was. Diapers, once the initial shame and humiliation were tackled, the rest of it was just getting used to them. Eventually, every Little came to know that diapers weren’t ideal, but being expected and worry-free, weren’t the end of the world. But for today, Addy knew she at least needed to try. “Okay.” She bent down a little and offered her hand to Oliver. “Take my hand and let’s go inside before…” Little’s have minds of their own sometimes… doubly so with their bodies. Addy did have the best intentions of taking Oliver to the nearest training potty, only about 100 feet and through two doors from their present location, but… fate seemed to intervene instead. Right before her eyes, Oliver’s own eyes bulged out and a second later, two trails of wetness arced out from the front of his pants. “Oh honey…” Addy saw it right away and her mind was already in gear. Nurses here and even just in general were always prepared for this day. For Oliver, it was striking multiple levels and Addy knew she was going to have to be fast. First, he was having a public accident. If Xander or Damien caught sight of him, their attacks would only get worse around here and based on Dr. Halgen’s and Penny’s lack of power over them or the situation, Addy would have likely been just as powerless. Second, it was another accident. Horrifically to any Little and now Oliver, they were becoming more normal in his life. It didn’t make them any harder though, and as Addy caught a quick glance at Oliver’s face, she could already see the shame… the failure… the beginnings of tears. Third, though, and most importantly, it was his third accident of the day. The rules, having been made very clear, a third accident only meant one thing now: diapers. “I… I…” Oliver’s lip was already trembling. His thoughts must have been in overdrive as he could do little but see the spreading wetness coming from the sides and eventually front of his pull-up. Likely already having been a little damp, it could do little to stop an accident of this magnitude. As sad as it was, Oliver likely had needed to go for a while and trying to trust his own bodily functions as he used to, waited. These days though, his tiny bladder just wasn’t up to the task anymore. Addy quickly tugged Oliver into her now crouched body. Her firm fingers around his shoulders and then crawling to his back made it all look like a simple hug, but it also would cover him up. Maybe fruitless in the end, but it would give them both a chance to flee the scene. “Okay… you just hold onto me, and we’re going to go for a ride and get you cleaned up, okay?” Oliver could do little but nod in resignation. At this point, he knew he had little choice in the matter. With one heave, Addy gripped her Little firmly and hoisted him up and up into her body, holding him tight, her hands quickly positioned around his butt and back to not only support him close, but to maybe give them a chance to escape without being noticed. Secure in her arms, Addy took off with Oliver into the house, only briefly stopping to nod over at Erin. Erin smiled… she knew what was happening, but a nod was all that was required to signal to her to watch out for Katrina while Addy dealt with her poor wet Little. Running up the stairs, Addy could only let out a sigh of relief as they entered his room without being noticed. In a thought that Addy never thought she would have, it was TV time. ‘Thank goodness for the distraction of TV time…’ She already wanted to hit herself for it, but now they were safe. Now came the work… Setting him down, Addy only made a brief mental note that Oliver’s room would soon need a makeover, but as soon as Oliver creaked on the flooring, trying to examine the damage he had done, her eyes quickly shot back to him. “Okay… let’s get you sorted…” Almost on autopilot at this point, Oliver wandered over to the already opened package of pull-ups on the floor by his closet, ready to pick out another one. “Oh!” Addy had just assumed Oliver would know what strike three meant… or maybe he was testing her. Either way, Addy quickly blocked the package and shook her head. “Oliver… we actually need to have a talk…” Leading him away, she once again crouched before him. “So… this was strike three today… and do you remember what that means?” Panic washed over his face and his eyes darted to his potty chart. He tried to speak, but his words had seemingly been stolen as the gravity of what his accident meant washed over him. “I’ll take that as a yes, and…” Addy stopped as she could already see Oliver shaking before her. It happened like that sometimes. Katrina had been resigned at the time but didn’t protest her diapers. Some Littles cussed. Some broke down. Some… just shook in panic and fear and humiliation and so many other emotions as they likely felt that their world had just ended. “Easy… easy…” Addy pulled him closer… arms distance but enough to comfort him quickly if she needed but also still talk to him about what was next. “We’re just going to take this one step at a time, okay?” Oliver winced. “Do we have to?” Addy hated that question but knew it was likely just inevitable. “Yes, Oliver. It’s the rules I told you about when you first had an accident. I can’t make an exception, and honestly?” She gestured over to his potty tracking chart, his successes and more importantly, increasing failures, all too evident. “I think we both know you need them…” “But pull-ups…” There was a whine to his voice, like the last desperate measure of a man doomed to one fate. Addy sighed. “I know and they worked for a bit but look at today…” Addy didn’t like the more direct approach, but she knew this conversation was always going to be a possibility with Oliver. “Your pull-up didn’t hold up at all and you had an accident in front of everyone. Not in the bathroom steps away from the potty, but where everyone could see you.” Addy nearly winced at her own words. She knew she needed to be direct and almost harsh. Not evil, just practical and truthful. Oliver needed to hear her words today. “And what’s more… when we both agreed to save your life with my milk…” She could see both a blush and a craving wash over Oliver’s face. It was almost… cute. “There were consequences to that choice. Today… your leaking pull-up and all those counting rainy clouds on your chart… that’s just the conclusion to it all.” Oliver’s lower lip wobbled but he didn’t break. “I… I just… I was hoping…” He looked away ashamed and maybe even a little embarrassed. “I guess I was just hoping that I was different.” Addy so badly wanted to gather him up and spend hours unpacking his feelings and making sure he was ready, but she also knew she had other commitments and that all this needed to happen… the sooner the better. “I know honey, and… I wish you were…” She wasn’t sure how much truth was loaded into those exact words, but she didn’t want to see him like this and in a roundabout way, it was the truth if him being unique could have prevented him looking like this… but this was reality, not a fantasy for him. “But you aren’t. You need help, and I’m here to give it to you. Some days that’s my milk. Other days…” She left her thought unfinished, Oliver’s expression showing enough that he got the gist. The two then stood there for a moment. Addy wanted to give him longer, but she was also very aware that he was currently standing in his pee-soaked pull-up, and that she wouldn’t be a very good nurse if she let him get a rash already. “So… are you ready now?” Addy asked, now just hoping and praying he would be okay. Oliver only mutely nodded. “Okay…” Addy was going through a mental checklist in her head. Like a flowchart, Littles could be dealt with at this point in a variety of ways. They rebelled? Pull them aside and calm them down. They hit you? Punish them and diaper them anyways, offering comfort later to ease the transition and tell them you were still their friend in all this. But panic… crying… shaking… all that meant they needed to ease into diapers. “I think first… we both need to change.” Oliver looked down at his own wet pants and then back at Addy… her chest dampened from contact with him as she brough him upstairs. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I… I…” He started to heave in and out from his chest… a panic attack was just moments away. “Woah, woah, woah there!” Addy gripped his shoulders firmly enough to get his attention but not hurt him. ‘Damn. I really wish he had a comfort item at this point. I guess I kind of am for him, but… I really need to get him something more…’ Addy bared down and refocused on Oliver. “Look,” she plucked her shirt, today adorned with teddy bears and hearts, “it’s just a shirt. Easily washed. No big deal, alright?” Oliver looked back at her like he didn’t believe her and Addy’s heart broke a tiny bit. ‘Definitely going to be a hard case at the moment. He’ll come around. Just needs some… support.’ Addy was already thinking three steps ahead and making plans to make this as easy as possible. First step… bath. “You don’t worry about my shirt. Right now… let’s worry about you.” She gestured to his clothing. “Let’s get you out of those and all squeaky clean, okay?” When Oliver stood frozen like a statue, she gave him a little shake. “Okay? I just need a nod… a grunt… really anything, okay?” Oliver made a few devastating but cute squeaks from his mouth at first. “O… o… okay…” Addy smiled. She knew she needed to guide him completely though all this at first. Max amount of comfort. Max amount of reassurance. She knew she could do it… but she also knew that Oliver was going to be the type of Little who was a little more fragile at first. They always ended up fine… if handle right. A blow from Xander or Damien in the next hour would be devastating… “Good.” Turning on the bath to get ready, Addy got back to him and then made sure to rub his shoulders a little and give him the most reassuring gestures and glances as she could. And slowly, article by article, she managed to disrobe Oliver to the point of him just standing there in his completely ruined and soaked planes and boats themed pull-up. With Katrina, she made a joke. With Oliver, Addy made sure to stay as far away from joking as she could. Instead, she simply led him to the bathroom, the warm water of the bath already steaming the room slightly. Warm but not hot. And, as a final gesture of goodwill and relaxation, Addy made sure to dump some of her favorite bubbles for frustrated or anxious Littles. Looking back, she could already see Oliver relaxing… even if it was just a tiny amount. “Alright… in you go…” Addy said after tearing away his pull-up and discarding it rapidly in little pail she already had in here. In truth, it was his future diaper pail… but Oliver didn’t need to know that. And today, he was only focused on her light touch as she helped him down and into the tub. The whole time, he didn’t flinch once at his uncovered body. A month ago, Addy would have been screamed at to go away, an insult or two likely added in the mix as well. Now, Oliver was okay with her seeing him like this… something that would come in handy in a big way when it came to his diaper. It was just part of the process here. Slow and steady was almost always the better route to go with Littles. But with Oliver now in the bath and trying to relax and calm down, Addy took her chance to change her top from a bin in the hallway… nurse’s clothing being soiled just one of those common occurrences around here. Littles could be both unpredictable and messy. But with her top now fresh, Addy reentered Oliver’s room, only taking a quick peak at him. He didn’t notice her, now having succumbed fully to the bubbles and looking at peace. ‘Good. I need him relaxed for what comes next…’ Addy smiled as she backed out and gathered up his clothes to toss in the laundry. Soon, those would likely change as well. Addy could already picture him in a pair of shortalls and a onesie toddling around and then looking cutely back at her. But she shook her head off the thought. ‘No, no. Focus on the here and now, girl. He’s going to be done soon, and you need to get to work on him right away.’ Nodding at her own advice, Addy quickly made her way around the room. For now, his bed would have to suffice as a changing table, but she knew that wouldn’t last long. His dresser would be exchanged for a changing table instead, complete with a set of drawers for various bits of clothing… all ready for a quick change if he ever leaked. Today though, she pulled out a single diaper from the package she had prepared previously and hidden away from Oliver’s view. She also made sure to have the powder and cream out… but she hid those away for the moment. Having learned from her first Little here, most tended to fully panic when they saw a large tub of something called ‘Baby Powder.’ They were Littles to be sure, but most of them never made the distinction. It was critical but to them diapers equaled being a baby and would always send them into a spiral. Checking her watch though, Addy nodded and calmly reentered the bathroom where she smiled at a nearly sleeping Oliver. Crouching down, she smiled and tenderly shook him back to life. “Oliver? Come back to me, sweetie.” His eyes fluttered open and he smiled back at her. “I was feeling so good…” “I’m glad to hear that, honey,” Addy said with genuine care and warmth within her words. “But I think bathtime is over today. Don’t want you getting all pruny now, do we?” Not answering but looking at his fingers, Oliver then shook his head. “Perfect.” Addy then leaned down and pulled out the drain before filling up a small bucket of warm water. Once the remaining bubbles were almost to the floor, Addy dumped the water over Oliver. “There. No lingering soap beards for my Littles!” Oliver blushed a little, but critically, no panicking or self-doubt at a harmless joke. It was another checkmark for Addy in her head. Crossing that line meant she could ease up a little and go to the next phase with caution but not to the point where she was walking on eggshells at every turn. Helping him out, Addy quickly snatched one of the largest and fluffiest towels she could manage. At this point, she knew she had to be thorough but also go fast. After all, Oliver was about to be placed in a diaper for a reason and currently, he was unpadded… unprotected, a now dangerous prospect for the clean floor around him. Dried off, Addy made several goofy faces to Oliver. He smiled at each one and Addy could feel her heart lifting at each grin he showed back at her. “There he is!” she shouted in joy as she pulled the towel from his hair for the final time. Another grin, another win. Seeing that, Addy knew that Oliver was as ready as he was going to be for what came next. Guiding him out of the bathroom, still wrapped in his towel, Addy stopped him in front of the bed… the diaper waiting for the both of them. Addy viewed it as the next step. Oliver looked at it suddenly like an unexploded bomb that was about to go off. “It’s okay, Oliver,” Addy said, noticing his face as it dropped considerably. “This was going to happen, and I promise you… it’s going to be okay.” Oliver didn’t move from his spot or even flinch, so Addy went with another tactic. “Remember what you told Katrina? It’s only a diaper. It doesn’t define you. You are still you.” Oliver looked back at her and while Addy knew it was always a risk to use one’s own words against them, Oliver wasn’t shouting… wasn’t hitting. Like Katrina before him, at this point, he just seemed resigned. “Wh… what’s next then?” Addy could nearly hear the pressure valve exploding from her pent-up emotions with all this. She always was looking for happy Littles, but with their first diaper? Resignation was just fine enough with her. So, more pressure off her now, Addy smiled and came around to show the diaper. “Now, we put this on you. We go slowly, and if you want, I can explain things, or we can just stay silent…” Oliver looked at Addy and then at the diaper and then back at her. “Silent, please…” Addy nodded. “As you wish. But now… you just let me take over. If I need something from you, I’ll tell you. Otherwise, just take a breath and let go.” She could still see the panic behind his eyes despite his current state of resignation. “And if you want, you can close your eyes.” After a moment, Oliver only nodded back. Addy took one last breath and then went to work. First, she gently pulled the towel from Oliver. Again, no hesitation or blush now. Now, he was just a Little and Addy was just his nurse… his caregiver. In theory, he was an adult and she was an adult and on Earth, this moment might have been very different. Here though, he was firmly a Little now, especially as Addy pulled him onto the bed and fluffed out his awaiting diaper. Showing it briefly to him, Addy smiled. “Today’s just a pretty plain one, okay? Nothing fancy… just some shapes, but… I want you to think about what type of designs you would like in the future, alright honey?” Oliver didn’t move a muscle; his eyes just fixated on the thick crinkly object in front of him. Addy saw and nestled him for a moment. “Oliver… just nod your head at least. Promise me that you’ll at least think about what you want.” As quiet as ever, Oliver still did as he was told and solemnly nodded his head. As Addy ten went down and lifted his legs to place the diaper underneath him, she contemplated their future together. ‘He’s probably still too shocked with being diapered to give me an answer right now. He needs time and that’s okay. Eventually though, seeing his favorite design on his diapers will make him happy and he’ll accept them much faster. They’ll become a fashion accessory instead of the end of his world. A comfy necessity and a reassurance that I’ll always be there for him to wipe, literally, all his worries away…’ For Addy, once more, she knew it wasn’t a matter of if but when at this point. Soon, Oliver would giggle as he chose some cartoon character or some favorite pastime of his. Even the hardest of Littles would eventually come to enjoy seeing something they chose placed on their body. Going forward, Addy knew choices like that would dwindle with each passing day. For today though, Addy made sure to focus back on Oliver. Spreading the diaper out, she quickly applied a cream to his backside and the front of his diaper area. Within a day, he would be completely hairless. As prescribed by Juventas, Hair-B-Gone would eliminate all hair in the affected area, unless the counter agent was used within a day, for an entire year. Originally designed for women at the beach, caregivers quickly adapted it’s use for their newly acquired Littles who couldn’t afford the more permanent options. For today, it would also serve as a diaper cream to prevent a rash along with the liberal dose of baby powder she then applies as well. “Achoo!” Oliver sneezed, but it wasn’t the pit of a belly deep thunderous sneeze that would blow off the roof. This was smaller… more delicate and even childlike. A sneeze from baby powder no less… Oliver instantly blushed and shut his eyes tight. Addy noticed it all and didn’t comment. She only rubbed the front of his chest for a moment. A quick reassurance. No mockery and no babying coos down at him. Oliver needed comfort and support now… not jokes at his expense or condescension over his new station or his babyish reaction to it. Then finally, with everything all set, Addy smiled and pulled up the diaper between Oliver’s legs. One tape and then the next, the thick crinkly garment was securely fasted onto him. His first, and certainly not last, Addy was satisfied with her job as she made the final adjustments to the leg ruffles and gatherers inside. Now, her Little was safe and well-protected… just in case. Helping him up, Addy saw right away the same look she had seen in all Littles before. Sitting on what nearly amounted to a pillow for most of them, each Little looked down at the protection between their legs with disgust, curiosity, and for most, even if it was small, a hint of fascination with their new piece of wardrobe. “How are you feeling, bud?” Addy finally asked a last, making sure to add at least one more masculine nickname when addressing him. Oliver had accepted his diapering like a silent champ, but she also had enough experience and sense to know how fast that could turn around in a second. “Okay… I guess…” Oliver’s words were hollow. He was clearly just going through the emotions. Addy noticed it and knew how delicate all this was. She knew she needed a backup plan and checked her watch. ‘Yep. Just in time too…’ She looked back at Oliver. “Okay… I think you need some time with this. Let me put you in a new T-shirt and leave you here for a sec. I need to go check on Katrina, and when I get back, we can talk or maybe… she can help too…” Oliver quickly looked up at her. “Does she… have to know?” Addy sighed and went over to him before dressing him in his new t-shirt, a cartoon ensemble with bright childish colors. These days, he didn’t mind and almost seemed to appreciate the clothing now. “Buddy… I know this is a lot to take in. No one is saying otherwise, but… people are going to find out. They won’t care, but… and trust me when I tell you this… it helps to have someone know and be by your side in the beginning.” “And… it has to be her?” Oliver seemed pained at the mere notion of her knowing. “No,” Addy answered honestly, “but… she is one of mine, so if she steps out of line, I can deal with her directly. I very much doubt that, because also… two, she’s diapered herself. She can give your support from experience. You helped her, and now? She can help you…” Oliver didn’t say a word after. Addy knew this was a process and knew he needed a moment alone with his thoughts. “Well… just think about it and… don’t go anywhere.” Oliver only listlessly nodded. Addy appreciated the gesture. In truth though, she had his room thoroughly monitored and as she silently left, she made sure to lock his door. ‘Caregiver lock,’ which meant Oliver couldn’t leave… even if he wanted to. Only a nurse, admin, or some sort of emergency like a fire, could now unlock the door. But Addy knew… Oliver wouldn’t move an inch from his spot. If anything, he might poke his diaper or cry for a moment. But definitely not move. Making her way downstairs, Addy made a beeline for the backyard. Getting there, a stiff breeze caught her hair and as she went to move a strand from her face, she looked over at Erin and now Penny, both sitting and chatting. She only needed to nod to the two. She knew… they knew… Oliver was now diapered. It was the inevitability of this place, but also… it gave them all a bond. Their Littles, minus Xander, could come together and support each other through it all. It was a line here… diapered versus undiapered. It was a short hop, but to the Littles, it was a gulf most didn’t want to cross. Now that they had something in common though, playtimes could now open up so much more. But for the moment, Addy soon zoomed right over to Katrina. At this point, she didn’t even need to check her Little. Katrina was already waddling a little with the accumulated bulk, once again not even seeming to notice. Not much time had even passed since her last check, but considering she was borderline before, Addy just assumed she would most certainly need a change now. Katrina, likely just focusing on the fact that Addy brought her inside without a check outside, only smiled and dutifully took her hand as they went inside and up the stairs. And for her, unlike Oliver, a diaper change wasn’t an ordeal. Addy had made sure it wasn’t a production today with Oliver, but for Katrina, it was now a routine. Skirt up, tights down, maneuver around and start the diaper change. In fact, the two had become so comfortable with it they could actually talk to each other. Soon, it would be babytalk and cooing and jokes and showring tons of affection and reciprocated giggles but talking was a good step. “Katrina…” Addy began as part of the more serious conversation once Katrina had briefed her on her playtime today outside, “I need you to know something.” “Oh?” Katrina laid back and actually almost looked a little bored previously during the change, having started to grow used to them. Now, she seemed more engaged. “Is something wrong?” “Oh no. Nothing like that,” Addy quickly noted, trying to make this as not of a big deal as possible. “It’s just that… well, you know Oliver has been having potty troubles recently, right?” Katrina smiled and nodded as Addy pulled a huge wipe across her backside. “I figured…” “Right…” Addy smiled and felt a little relief. Sometimes, though it was rare, some Littles were just clueless to anything but themselves. “Well, today he’s now back in diapers… like you.” “Oh…” There was almost a hint of disappointment in her voice. Addy had heard it before. Littles clung to maturity in any way they could… even if it wasn’t their own. For Katrina, Addy was almost sure that she had been holding onto the hope of a fellow Little making it through potty training. If he could do it, then why couldn’t she? It didn’t matter how ludicrous it was. It didn’t matter that Katrina didn’t even truly seem to notice how soaked she was today. It was a little hope, and now… that hope was gone. Katrina wouldn’t protest but she wasn’t smiling anymore either. “Yes, but… I don’t know if he wants to, but I wanted to ask you first… could you maybe keep an eye on him?” Addy was nearly sure she would say yes. After all, for a Little, asking them something like this was almost giving them a duty… a responsibility of sorts. It really wasn’t but Addy also knew that when so much was taken from them, nearly every Little jumped at the chance to feel ‘mature’ again. Phrase it right and you could get a Little to be happy to be in charge of something as simple as toy pickup. So, it was no surprise, even in the midst of being powdered, that Katrina nearly lit up. “Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Yes, please!” Her enthusiasm erupted a small puff of white over her. Addy could have been upset that she had to wipe some of the powder from her changing table, but she would never after something like this. Katrina and Oliver were each other’s support systems. They were away from TV time, and they needed support beyond Addy herself. It was the support of a peer… a fellow Psyche Little. “Wonderful!” Addy exclaimed, now taping up the last of Katrina’s unicorn-themed diaper. Soon after, she then helped her up and readjusted her diaper properly. “Now then… I want you to wait outside his door while I go ask him. If he says no… I need you to be okay with it, okay?” Katrina hesitated, him saying no likely never even crossing her mind. After a moment, once they were back out in the hallway, she finally nodded. “I will. I hope he’ll say yes, but… I’ll understand…” And at that moment, Addy only strengthened her belief with this type of system she had with her Littles. While one was almost always ahead of the other, once they were, they could also draw from their own experience. They could be alone and by themselves as a more regressed Little for a moment, but once the other Little caught up, their bond would be tighter than ever. The more advanced Little could be hurt by the newer one but they also understood it 90% of the time. They knew some Littles needed space or would even rather be dead than diapered. It was sad to see but they got it. They had already been in the other Little’s shoes. Most of the time, it went great, like Patrick and Cara had, but if it didn’t, no matter what, the other would understand. So, Addy knocked on Oliver’s door and reentered. Just as she predicted, he hadn’t moved. Unexpectedly though, once she entered, Oliver spoke first. “Addy… I thought about it and… I want Katrina. I… I want someone to talk to. Someone who… gets it.” He looked up at her with dreading and saddened eyes. “You’re great but…” “But you need someone else,” Addy quickly finished for him, eliciting a nod back. Smiling, Addy then wasted no time in opening the door and letting the two see each other for the first time. Yes, they had been with each other for almost two months, but now, they were on equal footing once more. Both firmly Littles… both definitely diapered. It was awkward at first, Oliver’s diaper still being exposed, but after a moment, they finally seemed to re-bond and talk slow about being a Little and the perks and horrors that came along with it. Meanwhile, Addy stood in the corner and listened to it all. ‘Gosh. I’m just so happy my plan worked again. Now, the two have each other to lean on. I know I can help them both and they’ll both come to me to wipe their tears or change their diapers, but it’s good they have a fellow Little they can go to now as well.’ Getting into diapers was usually the hardest step of the whole process, and now, both had gone through it without too many issues. Now, Addy could hardly wait for the next steps. Those were almost always followed by giggles and love… not tears or anxiety. After a little while, Addy knew that they would need to rejoin the others. She also knew that if Oliver or her other Littles in the past had any say at this point, they would stay up here forever. That couldn’t happen, so Addy came over to the pair with a fresh pair of shorts for Oliver. “Alright you two. Seems like things are going well now, huh?” “That’s right, Addy!” Katrina exclaimed, her face full of excitement now. “I was just letting Oliver know that he can join my group now. Robin, Jacob, and I are always looking for another, and now, we don’t need to be embarrassed about what’s going on underneath our clothing anymore.” Oliver blushed at that and Addy gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. “That would be wonderful,” Addy noted to Katrina, a smile on her lips as her plan fell more into place now. “I was hoping you would say that. Take Oliver under your wing if you will. Let him feel comfortable and go slow. You remember what it was like going through it yourself. Remember that and guide him with some of the things you learned.” “Like that our diapers can take a beating and not to worry about leaks?” Katrina asked with curiosity. Addy smiled at the notion. “Sure. Something like that…” Addy could have course corrected the two right there, but she knew with a notion like that, it was only a matter of time when both of their potty training would be firmly a thing of the past. Katrina was nearing that point and Oliver now seemed poised to join her. Popping Oliver in his new shorts and helping him with a fresh pair of shoes and socks, she soon escorted her two Littles out of Oliver’s room and downstairs where others were already inside and chatting about their various days. The whole way down, Oliver had been slow and extremely paranoid about that ‘everyone will know that I’m diapered!’ Addy could only smile and reassure him and get Katrina to support him further. “No one cares about what happens in your pants, Olly,” she added sweetly, taking his hand and leading him to the other diapered Littles. Just relax and follow our lead.” Oliver could only mutely nod before looking back with worry towards Addy. She only eased him further onto his new road of life as he sat down and began to interact with the other diapered Littles. Not even ten minutes later, Oliver was laughing… not even seeming to think about his diapers anymore. “I see a certain someone has passed another milestone, huh?” Dr. Halgen commented, coming up from behind Addy with a smile on her face. “You get Katrina to be his guide this time as well?” Addy nodded. “That’s right. One Little to guide another. You know how it helps them. I’m just the Big regressing both, but each other? Both ‘victims.’ That helps more than a thousand of my hugs…” Dr. Halgen patted Addy on the shoulder. “Don’t sell yourself short, kiddo. You have a talent for these things. Always have. And look…” She gestured down toward the giggling Oliver and Katrina making up some ridiculous but imaginative and unbearably cute story about a bear and a stork and how they saved the world. “They’re happy. You know how these things go… it could have been very different. Instead, both seem at home now…” Addy looked at her two Littles. Katrina walked around Robin and then Jacob in some sort of new game they had seemingly just made up, her mind seemingly far away from the thick diaper around her waist. And Oliver… Oliver was sitting there and giggling the whole time. He paused for a moment, a look of panic over his face. When Katrina sat back down, she whispered something in his ear and a second later, the two continued on like nothing had happened. To Addy, it was clear what happened. Oliver had an accident, was worried but with the reassurance of Katrina, simply pushed past it. “Yes… they do, don’t they?” Nearby, Xander and Damien were seemingly scheming once again and, in another corner, Dr. Tracey seemed to be counting the Littles and making notes on a chart of sorts. There were complicated and bad things on the horizon. Addy couldn’t stop those todays, but for the moment, she at least felt content. Now, her two Littles were in diapers, and both seemed at ease. For a nurse at Psyche, it was a job well done. And sure, Addy didn’t like the fact that saving his life had come at the cost of his potty training, but seeing him alive, healthy, and even happy today, she knew she wouldn’t have it any other way either.

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Phew, he dodged a bullet for now, but certainly embarrassing for his "step dad" to be giving him permission to wet his pullup! Still, he's probably quite happy having him as a son he can control rather than his daughter having a different rebellious/deadbeat boyfriend. Great story.

Glad to see you plan too! Before Wattpad removed everything I had recently re discovered your writing with My sister's problem which is one of my favorite stories to date, and Overprotected and Potty genius I also enjoyed, unfortunately though I was mid way though a few other stories when everything was removed. I was disappointed to learn they weren't posted publicly anywhere else, needing editing not withstanding. Can't wait to read more again!