Cloth Diapers & Panties

One of the great strengths of this story is its balance.  Like in this chapter.  It opens on a very serious note, but closes with another fun visit to the Maternity & Infant's Wear shop.  I wanna go there!

Dana by Long Rifle Dana grimaced as she walked thru the mall she hated having to do her mothers shopping, but ever since her parents had got divorced she had taken on more responsibility, even though she was only fourteen her mother made her do almost everything. Her feet were killing her but she was almost done, she needed just one more thing before she could get home. Although home wasn't that much of a break. She spotted the last store and raced in, she quickly went to the counter and bought her mothers weekly lotto ticket. As Dana was leaving the store she realized she had enough money left over for herself. She smiled, now what would I like to buy, glancing up and down the mall she noticed something very odd in the corner. Nervously she walked over to it. the sign was decrepid. The writing said Spells R Us. Dana had never noticed the store before, she felt a deep need to see just what was in that store. Upon opening the door she noticed a musty smell not bad, just the perfume of age. Just as she was about to turn and leave an old man, bearded, and in what appeared to be a bath robe walked up behind the counter.'Hello Dana. Do you see anything that you want?' Dana stepped back ' How do you know my name?' 'Not hard really, I'm a wizard, and wizards need to know these things.' Dana laughed, she found that to be very true' Okay then if you are a wizard than you already know what I want.' The man seemed to brighten up, almost smiling.' Thats what I like some one who gets right down to it. Yes I know what you want. Less Responsibility.' Dana felt the blood drain from her face. ' Well I just happen to have something right here that will do everything you want.' He held out a small packet. ' Just follow the directions on the back.' Dana smiled thinking this was all a big joke. She put on her best straight face and said sternly. ' I know all about you wizard types, you promise something but instead of what I want I'll get something totaly different. That would probably turn me into a baby right?' expecting him to laugh Dana said. ' I just want to get this clear, I want the responsibilities of a baby not the body of one.' The man looked at her then smiled.' I guess you got me.' Then, reaching behind the counter again he pulled another packet out. ' Here this will do exactly that. ' Dana eyed the packet then her watch. Time to get out of here. ' Alright how much?' ' For you nothing. It's not every day I get someone who knows exactly what she wants.' Dana grabbed the packet and quickly left the store, making it home just in time to get yelled at. After her reaming she ran up to her room were she slammed the door. Her mother yelled up at her' I'm going to he office to pick up some papers, you better get all your work done before I get home.' As Dana sat down on her bed the packet fell out of her pocket, she picked it up wondering what it said. She turned the packet over and read the fine print: To experience true freedom spread contents over self and home. Then she noticed even smaller print: Not to be taken Internaly. Well, what ever she thought, she ripped the top off the packet and took a whif. there was no smell. She then started to shake the powder all over her room figuring it couldn't do any harm. As Dana walked thru the hall and started dusting the bathroom alittle of the power got in her mouth. It tasted wonderful, better than any candy. Her mouth started to tingle. She quuickly finished the rest of the house. And was happy to find there was still alot of the powder left. She took the powder back to her room. He must have slipped her some kind of drug. She read the warning again and laughed as she put more powder in her mouth, it seemed to instantly melt and roll tingling down her throat. Leaving a warm feeling behind. Just then she heard the front door open. Her mother was home she quickly hid the powder. Standing in her room she felt odd she looked at herself in the mirror, smiling when she noticed the thin line of drool rolling down her mouth. Dana quickly wiped it off with her shirt.... Dana realized that she had not cleaned the rest of the house. She ran down the stairs dreading what her mother would do. Rounding the corner she stopped when she came face to face with her. ' I can explain' she quickly started. But stopped when she noticed an odd look on her mothers face.' Are you alright?' Dana waved her hand in front of her mothers face, but nothing happened, she stood as ridgid as a statue. Dana's heart started to pound in her chest as she slowly backed away. ' The powder!' Dana suddenly yelled. ' It WAS a drug.' She walked back towards her mother, one hand out towards her face. When suddenly her mother reached out and grabbed her. Dana was so shocked she screamed and dropped to the floor. Her mother looked down at her' Oh I'm sorry did I scare you? I was just thinking that I may have forgot something at the store.' Releived that her mother was alright Dana jumped up and hugged her ' Oh mom it's just so good that you're back!' ' Sure honey, but I have to go out again, you be a good girl while mommy is out.' Dana felt odd she knew her mother would be right back but inside she didn't want her to go. She seemed to pout as her mother walked out the door. Dana sat down on the couch thankfull that whatever had just happened was over. As she sat back she let out a long breath; then she felt something odd, the inside of her pants were wet. Dana looked down between her legs, and gasped as she saw a large dark stain that went all the way up from her knees to her panties. Then she smelt it, the strong oder of pee. Quickly standing up she looked down at her self. ' It must have happened when mommy scared me.' Gasping she put her hands to he mouth; she never called her mommy mommy. But what else would she call her? She knew there were other names for her but none came to mind. As she tryed to remember the name she realized that her pants were starting to get cold. ' I guess I need a change.' She said to herself, walking up the stairs she suddenly remembered the old man. Then the powder, maybe it worked. A cold shock of fear ran down her spine as she ran to her room. ' A mirror, I have to see a mirror...' she murmured. In her bathroom she stared into the mirror and saw the same thing she saw every day. ' Just plain old me.' Laughing she stripped her pants off and threw them in the hamper. ' How stupid could I get...' she mumbled ' Getting younger, just cause I got startled and wet alittle.' Thinking it was a freak accident she pulled on a fresh pair of panties, and decided on wearing a skirt for the rest of the day. ' Oh shit! I have to finish the house.' Knowing her time was short she hurried down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Where she stopped short. Everything was clean, everthing. Turning on her heels Dana peared back into the living room. Spotless, she spent the next ten minutes checking everything. Lastly she came back to her room. Her head was spinning so she sat down on her bed. Once again she thought of the powder. ' It works!!' She burst out. Noticing her wet pants on top of the hamper she retrieved the packet. Maybe if I take the rest I'll never have to work again. And closing her eyes, she tipped her head back and put the packet to her lips. She felt the powder start to slide then suddenly her mouth filled with pleasure. Gulping Dana tryed to get all the powder down, but it had turned to liquid, and started to choke her. She ran to the bathroom and tryed to puke into the sink but her mouth seemed to be numb. Just as she thought she was about to pass out her lungs cleared and filled with air. Panting she sucked as much air as she could, finally she relaxed sitting down on the floor next to the tub. Her head was almost done buzzing when she felt something between her legs. Her panties were getting warm, for some reason. She sat back and spread her leags apart, then lifting the front of her skirt she saw two things. First her panties seemed to be alot thicker, and second right in the middle of them a yellow spot kept getting bigger. Just then, as she touched the front of them she realized what she had on...' Pull ups!' she said aloud. Just as the words left her mouth a shadow fell over her; she looked up and saw her mother in the door way.... Dana's heart seemed to stop as she looked up and saw her mother. She opened her mouth to talk but nothing would come out. She quickly pulled her dress back up over herself.' Dana honey, I thought I told you not to play in here. ' Dana looked at her stunned, surly she had seen she was wearing training pants. But her mother just looked at her' well are you going to get up or do you want my help?' Dana quickly stood and started to walk on the door. ' Hold on there missy' Dana looked up at her mother.' What?' ' Well are you going to take those wet pants off, or do you want to wear them all day?' Dana blushed as she slowly pulled her training pants down. Her mother stood there as if nothing was wrong. they hit the floor with a plop, she had really soaked them. Her mother bent overto pick them up. ' Honestly honey if you don't stop this wetting I think you may have to go back to diapers for awhile.' ' No no mommy, I be good! I be good!' Her mother seemed to regard this for a minute. ' Well I have to go to the mall and if you want to go to the mall with me you better fo get on a clean pair of pants.' The mall, her mind spun, if she could talk to that man she could get this all straightened out. she smiled as she ran back to her room. Oddly enough the door was closed, she had not closed it. She slowly turned the knob and pushed. What she saw made her want to scream. Her room, her only place in life was gone! All her posters gone, her bed smaller and with bars all the way around. Her dresser now a pastel box, She wanted to look at it forever to try and find something of hers that could have been left over, but she heard her mother down stairs. ' Hurry up honey or I'll leave without you.' Dana knew deep down that her mother would never leave without her, still she was filled with a feeling of dread. Almost believing her. She opened the drawers to her dresser and found that the first contained plenty of training pants for the next few days. She quickly pulled them up her legs and ran to her mother waiting at the front door. The drive to the mall terrorized Dana, she felt as if everyone out side of the car could see she had training pants on. Dana slowly pulled her hand up to her mouth and felt her thumb enter her mouth before she could stop herself. Even worse she started to suck loudly on it. She knew it was wrong but she could'nt stop, nothing around her seemed to matter as she felt her teeth start to itch. she needed to stop it, reaching up she put a finger from her other hand in her mouth. It didn't help now she had both hands in her mouth and still couldn't get them out. She felt drool running from her mouth, dripping warmly to the front of her dress. Dana wanted to cry, her hands did not want to work right anymore, and her teeth were itching even worse now. She noticed her reflection in the mirror, she looked completely stupid; When had she put her hair into pig tails like that? Oh yes, Dana wanted to cry, but she was to old to cry. She looked over to her mother, and realized that tears were starting to form in her eyes. ' No I wil not cry.' She thought. ' I am not a baby!' Why is this happening?' She felt her mother reach over and pat her head she turned again to stare at her. As her head turned she felt the seat swing back, her mother had hit the recline button. As here body fell backwards, she drew her legs up to her chest. ' Just like a baby. ' she thought. But that wasn't the worst of it; she had heard the crinkle of plastic. ' A diaper!' She thought suddenly just as she was about to cry she felt her diaper get warm. ' Noooooo!!!!!!' Suddenly her hands flew from her mouth as she cryed out ot her mother.' Mommmmy! Waaaa I go peeeee!! ' It shreaked from her mouth. Dana had lost control she cryed like a baby, till her mother pulled the car over. ' Well I guess someone needs a diaper change. ' Dana stopped screaming in time to see a face fill her window she looked at it. ' Mary! ' The site of herfriend seemed to pull her out of it.                                                                                                                          The End

Chapter 1 (of 10) Note: This story is about consenting adult characters and was written with a mature, 18+ audience in mind. Vodka tasted better when you drank it out of Communion cups.  Or at least, I figured it would. This was a first. I tipped the cheap-ass vodka into the tiny plastic cups, watching the clear liquid settle. They were practically shot glasses for evangelicals. Dan and Amanda watched me. They sat on a stack of dusty old hymnals in the storage room. “Isn’t this, you know…blasphemous?” Dan asked.  I rolled my eyes, steadying my hand as I topped off the third cup. This shit was damn near impossible to get when you were nineteen and lived in a religious bubble; I wasn’t going to waste a single drop. “You’re supposed to put alcohol in them,” I said. “That’s the whole point.” “Wine,” Amanda said quietly. “The body of Christ. Not…what is this again?” “Vodka,” I said.  “Where’d you even get this stuff?” Dan asked.  I grinned and pressed the tiny cups into their hands. “I have my ways.” I raised my cup. “Here’s to the most fun any of us will ever have at church.”  Dan frowned. Amanda giggled. They tinked their plastic cups against mine. I threw mine back, the liquor scorching my throat, leaving a warmth deep in my chest. Dan coughed and sputtered. “Wow, that’s strong.”  I smirked, warmth spreading through my limbs. “Uh-huh.” Amanda tossed hers back. A flicker of pink crept up her neck, but she bit back the cough that tried to escape. Our eyes met, and she smiled. Not the polite, church-picnic smile. This one lingered. A little crooked. Like we’d just committed a crime together and gotten away with it. I smiled back at her. “Alright, round two.”  “Round two?” Dan gasped.  “I’m sure there’s wafers in one of these boxes if you need something to settle your stomach first.”  “That’s definitely blasphemous,” he said. “Okay, keep your panties on,” I told Dan. Amanda, you can go right ahead and take yours off. She giggled. Her flushed cheeks glowed in the dim light. She tugged her shirt lower, thinking I wasn’t looking. Conservative, high-cut—the kind of blouse a hot girl could get away with at a place like Antioch Independent Baptist. Still, that extra bit of skin was enough to spark heat behind my eyes. I opened my backpack and pulled out a raspberry seltzer and three styrofoam cups.  “Seriously? You had something to mix that crap with?” Dan said. “Why didn’t you do that in the first place?”  “Come on,” Amanda said. “We can drink it how he wants.” I raised the bottle of vodka. “Exactly.” I set the bottle aside and began filling one of the cups on top of a stack of extra Bibles. “Round two coming up.”  “You see that Bespoke is coming to The Pavilion in a few weeks?” Amanda said.  “No way!” I spun around too fast, knocking the seltzer over. It crashed onto the Bibles, then tumbled onto my lap, a cold flood soaking straight through my khakis. “Fuck!” Dan frowned. “Dude, not in church.”  Amanda jumped up. “I’ll find something to soak it up. There’s probably napkins or paper towels or something in here.”  I waved her off, shifting in my now-clammy pants. The smell of artificial raspberry clung to the air. “It’s fine. I’m just going to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t drink all of it without me.” She giggled. I closed the storage room door behind me and walked down the dark church hallway.  Let her drink the whole bottle. I didn’t care. I’d never seen her this loose. This unguarded. When I got back, maybe we could ditch Dan. She might do more than tug down her shirt if he wasn’t around. The way she looked at me…that wasn’t just the vodka talking. “Thomas?”  I froze.  A blonde head peeked out of the nursery. “Hi!” Shit. “Hey, Hope,” I said. She beamed and stepped fully into the hallway. That prairie-floral dress she always wore made Amanda’s blouse look like clubwear. Still, it didn’t hide the curve of her hips. Not completely.  “I thought I was the only one here,” she said. “I’m on nursery duty this month. Not that it’s a duty--I volunteered. What’s more important than taking care of our little ones while mom and dad are learning about the Lord, right?”  “Right.”  “I thought it could use an extra deep clean and some reorganization. Figured it’ll take me a few Wednesdays, so I might as well get started now.” She looked at me expectantly. “Cool. I’m, uh, doing something similar. Mark has been asking me to help out with the audio stuff, so I was learning the new mixing board.”  She cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Ohhhh. That is so sweet. I’m sure he will appreciate it. The whole flock will. Are you--” She stopped, her eyes taking in the huge wet stain on the front of my pants. “Uh, yeah…I had a bit of an accident.”  Godammit. Fantastic choice of words, dumbass. Her brows drew together. “Oh, Thomas. Come on. I’ll help you out with that.”  “I just meant I spilled something. I can--” “Oh, don’t be silly.” She gestured me into the nursery with that same no-questions tone she used when I was ten and covered in marker. “I have some paper towels in here.” Great. Just get it over with. The less she followed me around sniffing for answers, the better. And my breath had to reek of vodka. The nursery glowed with dim amber light--a lamb-shaped nightlight and a lamp next to the rocking chair. It smelled like baby lotion, apple juice, and graham cracker crumbs blended with the faint mustiness of Little Golden storybooks.   Hope handed me a roll of paper towels. “Here you go.”  “Thanks.”  She frowned. A flicker of something---suspicion?--crossed her face. “What was it you said you were doing? Were you cleaning, too, or…?”  Shiiiiit. She smells it.  My mouth went dry. “I was just. Yeah. I--” “Are you okay?” Hope asked. “Your face is flushed. Did you spill cleaner? Come on, let’s go look together. Those fumes are no joke.”  “No!”  She startled.  “I mean,” I took a deep breath, “I had an accident.”  Her expression melted into concern. “Thomas. Oh. These things happen, I suppose. Did you--” She shook her head. “Never mind. None of my business. Let’s get you sorted out.”  I waved the paper towels around. “This is great, thanks.”  She rummaged through a drawer. “You remember when I used to babysit you and your sister? Seems so long ago now, doesn’t it?”  “It was so long ago. Thanks for the paper towels, I think I’m gonna go.” She turned around with a diaper in her hand. It had a smiling Burt and Ernie on it. “You remember the first time I ever watched you? Your mom was going to some meeting. You waddled out in your bedwetting diaper, not realizing I was there, and--”  “You must be thinking of Annabelle. She was the bedwetter.”  Hope smiled. “Hhhhmm. In any case, I was thinking you could slip this down in your underwear. Just in case, you know?” She fluffed the diaper with practiced fingers, like she was straightening a corsage. Soft. Intimate. Familiar. I snatched the diaper from her. “Sure. Okay.”  “I’ll turn around.” She spun around and faced the wall.  “Look, I appreciate your help. But, I’ve got it handled.”  “It’s okay to be shy. Modesty is so important and so devalued in the world today. I promise I won’t look. Exodus 28:42--You shall make for them linen undergarments to cover their naked flesh. They shall reach from the hips to the thighs." She giggled.  God. She was only a few years older, but she still acted like my babysitter. Even during piano lessons years later, she’d muss my hair and call me nicknames like I was still in diapers. Apparently, full circle now.  I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved the diaper down inside, fumbling to get into some sort of position that wouldn’t look like I was wearing, well, a diaper. I glanced up.  She still faced the wall. A small part of me wished she’d turn around. A bigger part knew I’d drop dead if she did. I zipped up. The thing wasn’t even taped, and it still made the front of my jeans bulge like I was smuggling a muffin. She turned around. Her eyes flickered downward for a second. “You’d hardly even notice.”  My stomach dropped. Hardly notice?  Then she pulled me into a hug. Her arms were warm. Familiar. She smelled like lavender and something sweet that I couldn’t quite place. The press of her chest against mine was all soft curves and holy restraint.  My hands hovered awkwardly before settling lightly on her back.  She pulled and ruffled my hair. “I’m so proud of you. You’re growing into such a responsible young man, dealing with a challenge like this. Just remember: many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all." *** “Dude, where have you been?” Dan asked. “Amanda left. She had SAT test prep or something.” He was still perched on his stack of hymnals, glued to his phone.  “When did she leave? Maybe I can catch her before--”  “Uh, what is in your pants?” Dan asked. “Is that…actually, what is that?”  “I did what I had to. Paper towels and all. Not a lot of options.” I turned away from him and pulled my backpack from behind a milk crate full of those horrific Chick tracts. Amanda being gone sucked. Big time. No reason not to have enough shot, though. Actually, it was a great reason to have another shot. Or two.  “It was your idea to meet here, man. I said we could go park, or, like…anywhere. Somewhere no one would see us.”  I sighed. “Not a lot of spare pants at Berring Park or behind the Walmart Tire and Lube either, are there? And if we just disappeared for a few hours and came back smelling like booze, your mom would’ve sniffed it out instantly. But tell her up front you were going to church to help me with AV, a fact that the deacons could back up if checked, and…”  He was silent for a minute. I loved the guy, but he’d never figured out how to skirt around the rules. Sometimes, I wondered if he even tried.  “Good point,” he finally said. “But you still haven’t told me why you have a beach ball in your pants.”  Heat flushed my face. I pulled the bottle of vodka back out of my pack and sat on the stack of hymnals across from him. The padding, mostly bunched up in the front, but also pressing weirdly under my balls and ass--made sitting feel weirdly floaty. Like sitting on a pillow. Or like that time a dish towel got wadded up in my jeans in the laundry.  “Gonna have to take it straight,” I said. “All the seltzer is on my pants. No coughing or bitching this time, either. Gotta keep it quiet. Hope is here.”  “Your old piano teacher?” I swished the bottle of vodka in his face. “Earth to Dan. You wanna drink or not?” He leaned back, his brow wrinkled in confusion. “You smell like…I dunno. A girl?” “Do…you…want…a shot?”  “Not as much as I wanna know why you were gone so long and came back with a wad of something stuffed in your pants. “  I slammed the vodka bottle down on the thin, musty carpet, stood up, and yanked open my pants, exposing the wadded-up diaper.  “Is that…a diaper?” he asked.  “Happy?” I snapped. “Can we drink now?”  He nodded. “So, uh…” “Hope’s idea.” I buttoned my pants up, sat down, and grabbed the bottle of vodka.  “So she’s still here? What if she--”  I waved him off. “She won’t. She’s busy with this nursery project or whatever.”  And she’d seemed weirdly satisfied with the outcome of our interaction.  “Huh.” “Figured if I pushed back, maybe she'd guess something else was up,” I said. “Come looking for us. Didn’t want you getting in trouble.” I set two of the Communion cups down and started to pour.  “Sounds like Hope. She never quite grew out of that babysitter thing.”  “She never quite grew out of that Charity Churchmouse, holier-than-thou shit,” I said. “She’s what, twenty-five?”  Dan shrugged. “I mean, she probably believes in it or whatever. It’s not something everyone wants to ‘grow out of.’”  “Sure. Whatever.” I handed him the cup. “Aren’t you going to…?” he raised his eyebrows. “Dude, I told you: no more seltzer.”  He pointed at my crotch and chuckled, awkward and too loud. “No. I mean…why haven’t you taken it off?”  “I’m…it’s not on,” I snapped. “Like, taped or whatever. I just jammed it in there so she’d back off.”  “Okay. Seems like it’d be pretty easy to--” “You could’ve tried ‘thank you for taking one for the team.’” I reached into my pants, yanked out the diaper, and chucked it at him. He batted it away like it was radioactive. “Gross!” He stood up, brushing invisible germs off his pants. “You know what, I’m good for now. I’ve gotta get back home to take care of the chickens.” “Fine.” I tossed his drink back. “See you later.”  “Yeah. Cool.”  Once he was gone, I slipped the bottle into my backpack and dumped the communion cups in the trash along with the balled-up diaper. Burt and Ernie stared up at me, grinning like smug little assholes. I hesitated, then snatched it back and stuffed it into my pack. No way was I leaving that here. Too many questions I didn’t want to answer.   Chapter 2 One week later. I stared down at the rust-stained toilet bowl in the church basement, willing myself to relax. I felt warm. Too warm. Almost sweaty, despite the wheezing AC. This shouldn’t be so difficult. My bladder was full--the Monster I’d chugged on the 15-minute drive from my job at Larette Lumber to the church saw to that. All I had to do was what I’d done a million times.  “Piss, goddammit.”  Nothing about this place made me want to stick around. The neon light hummed and crackled in the otherwise quiet church. A vaguely sulfur stink--a smell that had hurried me along for years--hung in the air. The bathroom had been a refuge, of sorts, but always a shitty one. I’d tried a cigarette in here once and accidentally set off the fire alarm. Another time, I’d complained of a stomach bug to dodge Bible study and then been ratted out for playing Breath of the Wild in a stall. I’d still never figured out who snitched. This little scheme of mine was a mistake. Apparently, my body knew that, too, and wasn’t going to cooperate. But once the idea had popped into my head a week ago, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’d been lying in bed, jerking off to the usual highlights reel, when I imagined Hope. Not naked. Not in a bikini--something almost harder to imagine than her naked--but in her flowery dress. We were in the nursery. She’d pressed against me, her breasts soft under all that fabric. Then she’d squeezed my dick through my pants. But not just through my pants: through the diaper. I’d exploded. Since then, I’d replayed it a dozen times, each time iterating and adding details but never deviating from the core elements: Hope and a diaper. A stupid, fucking diaper. It shouldn’t work. Like, at all. But the half-empty box of tissues next to my bed spoke volumes. I needed it out of my head. A real-life experience to show my dumbass brain that Hope plus diapers was about as sexy as athlete’s foot.  Finally, gloriously, a steady stream splashed the toilet water. I sighed with relief. I let it flow for a good twenty seconds, and then I clamped off the stream. If this were a video game, my yellow piss bar would be flashing a warning that I was nearly empty. Now for step two. I pulled my boxers and jeans back into place and closed my eyes. I imagined my dick flopped out with a clear shot to the toilet. I relaxed. Warmth bloomed in my pants almost instantly.  Just a couple of seconds.  The floodgates opened. A hot stream snaked down my leg, soaking my sock. My eyes shot open. The dark spot I’d imagined—a demure little ‘oopsie’—was a fucking flood. A lake breaking its banks. Neighborhoods underwater. Bodies floating. FEMA too late. Fuck fuck fuck! This wasn’t bad—it was catastrophic. All the images of Hope down on her knees, big green eyes looking up at me as she dabbed at my damp patch with a diaper in her other hand, blinked out. Replaced by the mental image of me sneaking out of church, building a napkin nest on my car seat, and then somehow sneaking into my mother’s house for once.  I couldn’t delay. This wasn’t going to fix itself, and every moment I stood here in my pissed pants  just hammered home what a complete idiot I was. Cold dampness clung to my thighs as I crept down the dimly lit hallway of the church basement. Every step made the wet fabric of my jeans stick to my skin. The squish-squish-squish of my soaked shoes sounded obscene. I hoped--no, I begged--Hope wouldn’t hear the squelch of my shoes against the linoleum.  I inched toward the nursery door. A golden rectangle of light in the dark hallway. Hope hummed softly. ‘There’s Room at the Cross for You.’ Just keep humming. Keep cleaning. Ten more seconds. I moved like Indiana Jones creeping through a temple, every step a test. Except no poison darts, no boulder—just the risk of utter, world-ending humiliation. Honestly, I’d take the boulder. I passed through the light, eyes on the exit door ahead, and then back into the darkness.  “Thomas?”  My guts lurched into my throat.  She stepped into the hallway. Same kind of dress as last week. Same prairie modesty. Same barely-hidden curves.  “Hey. Didn’t know you were going to be here. I gotta run. Told Mom I’d help with dinner tonight.”  She peered into the shadows. “And you weren’t even gonna say hello? You know better than that.”  “Sorry. Kinda in a hurry.”  She stepped closer. Paused. “Thomas, did you…”  “No!” My voice sounded faint and raspy, like I was calling up from the bottom of a deep, dry well. “I was afraid this might happen. Come here. I have something to help.”  “I’ll take care of it.”  She caught my wrist and pulled me into the light. “Clearly not.”  I could’ve pulled away from her. I should’ve pulled away from her. But then what? Then our weird little secret wouldn’t be such a secret. She’d tell someone. My mother, god forbid. Or maybe even worse, one of her friends. I was stuck in this steepled prison until I could move out, and I couldn’t move out until I got a raise. My ‘accident’ looked so much worse in the light. Or maybe it was just seeing it through her eyes. She folded her arms and tilted her head, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Again?” Her eyes flicked down to the dark stain on my jeans before meeting my gaze again, soft with understanding—but undeniably patronizing. “That must’ve been so embarrassing for you.” Of course it was embarrassing. Was it worse because I’d done it on purpose?  She crossed to a wooden dresser, trailing her fingers over the chipped paint, where faded red and blue animals marched across the drawers. “Luckily, I found something that will help when I was cleaning. You remember that young man with a disability who used to attend? Jonathan? His parents kept a package of adult-sized diapers in the nursery. I think they’d fit you.” I laughed. A dry, nervous bark. She turned, holding up a half-empty package of diapers. The plastic crinkled in her grip.  “You’re serious?” I asked.  “Seems like you’re not serious enough. What does the Bible say about putting away childish things?”  “I’m not…This isn’t…” I rubbed my forehead. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do here, but I’m handling it.”  She let her gaze drop to my pants—slow, deliberate. The wet fabric clung to my skin, a humiliating badge of childish failure. Then, just as slowly, she lifted her eyes to mine. I ground my teeth. “I will handle it.” “Accidents are nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sure you can’t help wetting your pants any more than Jonathan could.” A pause. A calculated breath. “Or any more than you could help wetting the bed when you were six, right?”  My stomach twisted. “I told you that was my sister.” “Or is there something you’re not telling me?” Those green eyes, so seductive and welcoming in my fantasies, were cold now. Unblinking. Unrelenting.  She knows she knows she knows. “Thomas?” she pressed. “We’ve always been friends. And friends are truthful with one another. Accidents are nothing to be ashamed of are they?”  “No,” I croaked.  She seemed to consider, then nodded. “Alright, then. If accidents aren’t shameful, the only shame is not taking responsibility for them.” The plastic rustled as she reached into the pack. She pulled out a massive white diaper—bigger than last week’s. More substantial. More inescapable. She held it out. I swallowed hard and took it. It was heavier than I expected. The plastic whispered against my fingers. “Have you not been wearing any protection?” she asked. “I thought last week made it clear how important that was.” A pause. A shift in her tone. “Unless the problem is more… sporadic?” This was my out. But explaining that it was all a misunderstanding wouldn’t work. Not anymore. I’d burned that bridge and pissed all over it. But how did she know? She didn’t. Couldn’t possibly. Not for sure. But she might strongly suspect. She’d caught me in too many lies over the years: when she was babysitting, and I snuck downstairs to eat the whole box of ice cream sandwiches—held my ground until I vomited all over the carpet. Then, when I was her piano student, swearing I’d practiced when I hadn’t touched The Essential Hymn Anthology in a week. She always saw through my bullshit. “It’s becoming more regular,” I said. “The problem, I mean.”  What are you doing? She pursed her lips.  “Mom doesn’t know about it yet.”  Her eyes flickered. “Really?” “She’s been busy with work. I figured I’d handle it. Didn’t want her to worry. And, you know, money’s been tight…” “I see.” Shut your mouth, you blathering idiot.  “Right. So if we could just keep this between us for now that’d be best for her.”  She stared for a long moment. “If I can be certain you’re addressing your problem in a manner that befits a child of God, I suppose I can refrain for now. I…” She paused. “Do you need any help?” Her voice remained steady, but her cheeks darkened. “With the diaper, I mean?” Blood roared in my ears. “I do work in the nursery, after all,” she continued. “And changing diapers is very much a nursery task.” A breath. A hesitation. “We would leave the door open, of course. So anyone walking by would see nothing—” “No!” I cut in. Too sharp, too fast. “Thanks, but no. I’ll handle it.” She straightened. Smoothed the front of her dress. “I’ll give you the room, then. Just open the door when you’re done.” She paused in the doorway. “I’ll need to see it when you’re done. To make certain you’ve done a good job.”  I nodded.  The door clicked closed.  I exhaled. A slow, shaking breath. My dick had dug a hole. My mouth had pulled the dirt in on top of me. So why didn’t you let her help? At least then you’d get something out of it. Those soft fingers drawing down your underwear? Wiping down your shaft? She’d be bent over, her breasts hanging low in that dress. Maybe—just maybe—it’d slip low enough you could catch sight of her nipples. Or— I shook my head.  Focus.  I was half-hard in piss-soaked underwear, standing in the church nursery with a diaper in my hand. If ever there was a sign I wasn’t thinking straight, this was it. I needed to put this thing on and get out of here before I somehow made this even worse.  Six-step instructions were on the back of the package. I dropped the package on the carpet—a brightly-colored view of city streets I vaguely remembered driving Hot Wheels on—and peeled off my jeans. The underwear—plastered to my skin—absolutely reeked of urine. As did the jeans. Putting those back on was going to suck.  One problem at a time.  I spread the diaper out on the floor and lowered myself onto it. I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t slow down. If I did, I’d talk myself out of it, and then what? A tearful confession and pleas not to report me to the church elders and my mother for lying and scheming and sexual perversion?  I drew the front of the damn thing up to my bellybutton and taped it on, then stood up. The plastic crinkled when I did, bunching up awkwardly between my legs. If I put on ten pairs of boxer briefs, they might be half as thick as this thing. How did anyone wear one without being constantly distracted?  I took a deep breath and cracked the door. “Hope?”  She seemed taller. Like she was looking down at me, even though she wasn’t. She circled me, slow, assessing.  “How’d I do?” I asked.  “Well…”  My stomach clenched.  Why the hell did I care if she thought I’d put on a diaper properly?! “We’ll work on it,” she said.  “Wait. We’ll—”  “May I?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Her fingers brushed the front of the diaper.  She peeled a tape loose. Smoothed it. Refastened it. Then the bottom tape. Her knuckles grazed me. Muted through the thick layers. Soft, but all the more electric for it. She stepped back and smiled. “Much better. Make sure you take the pack with you when you leave.”  The diaper did feel better. Tighter, but more symmetrical. “Oh, and I have one more thing for you,” she said. “Something else I found last week, after you left.” She opened a battered cardboard box sitting on a shelf. I recognized that box from the storage room. “These are the costumes from old plays. Christmas, Easter, and some of those silly ones Pastor Jenkins did.” She held out a pair of billowy brown pants that wouldn’t have looked out of place on Captain Blackbeard, but were probably meant to be for a wise man or Joseph or something. They beat the clammy, piss-soaked jeans, at least.  “Thanks,” I said, pulling them on. “You know, Thomas, it’s been so nice catching up with you. I really think we should start your piano lessons again. You’re so talented, and it would be a lot of fun. Plus, I could help support you in this new phase of life. I’ll see you Tuesdays and Thursdays after work.”  I nodded numbly. As if I could say anything but ‘yes.’ As if it were even a question.  *** I didn’t make it home. Not even close.  Every bump in the road—every sharp turn and stop sign—rubbed the diaper against my parts. Which should have annoyed me. Embarrassed me. And it did embarrass me. Those crinkles and the feeling of the soft padding cradling my balls and forcing my thighs apart were humiliating. But also exciting.  I was replaying our nursery interaction for the third time when I yanked the wheel and pulled off into a long-shuttered Citgo. The car behind me stood on its horn. I didn’t care. I barely noticed. I needed to replay that nursery scene again, except this time I’d accept her offer for help. I swung around the back of the building, out of sight of the road. Sort of. There was a side-road at a right angle to the building, but it didn’t seem too busy. I jammed my hands in my pants, feeling the soft plastic under my fingertips and my rock-hard dick beneath that.  I closed my eyes and pressed that hard spot.  Hope offered to help me change. I said yes this time. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of my underwear and slid them down my legs. When she reached my ankles, she was on her knees, looking up at me with those big eyes. I wanted her to take me in her mouth, but that wasn’t right. That’s not what this fantasy was about.  I lay down on the nursery floor as she kneeled over me with a diaper. She wiped me down, her grip firm but soft as she ran the wipes down my length. Under my balls. Even around my butt. She smiled as she did, humming her hymn. She dusted me with powder, the sweet, cloying scent filling the air and clinging to my skin. Then came the diaper. Soft and fluffy. I squirmed, a flush creeping up my neck. I told I didn’t need it. Not really. But she ignored me. Just kept humming. The crinkling filled my ears as she slid it beneath me, her touch patient and practiced. She brought it up to my tummy. I reached up and squeezed her breast as she did and she smiled, but gently took my wrist and set my hand on the floor. She taped the diaper tight—so tight—encasing me in her soft prison. In her control. She bent over me. Her breath warm against my ear. “Good boy.”  I came. Hard.    Chapter 3 Hope answered on the first knock. She wore a modest denim skirt and a white top that hugged her collarbone but dipped just enough to suggest softness beneath. “Come on in. Shoes off by the door, please.”  I stepped inside and set my battered sneakers next to a row of hers: leather flats, sandals, black church shoes with a slight shine. Something sweet hung in the air—a candle or something baking in the oven. Sunlight slanted through lace curtains, casting delicate patterns over a piano and a coffee table stacked with devotionals. A wooden cross hung over the piano, with what looked like a Bible verse in a plaque beneath it. The place was immaculately kept—books lined up with precision, not a speck of dust on the polished surfaces, pillows fluffed and symmetrically placed on the couch. A throw blanket, neatly folded, rested on the armrest. Even the scent of her home was controlled—clean linen, a faint trace of something flowery. Nothing overwhelming. Just gentle order. A soft rustling broke the silence, and I turned to see a sleek gray cat watching me from a perch by the window. It blinked at me, then stretched, utterly indifferent to my presence. “That’s Spurgeon,” Hope said. “He takes a bit to warm up, but once he does he won’t leave you alone.”  “Okay.” I dropped my backpack by the door. The frayed straps and faded patches stuck out in this place, like a stain on a starched white collar. Like something Hope might sweep up into a dustpan and dump into the trash with a grimace.  “Would you like a chocolate chip cookie? I made some to go along with tea.”  “That sounds great. Thanks. Um, but first, I was wondering how much I’m gonna owe you.”  She set a tray of cookies on the countertop. “I can chat with your mother about that.”  “Actually, I was hoping we could just keep it between us for now. Like I was saying, money is tight. Don’t want her to feel like she has to.” And I want to keep this whole thing a secret until I figure out what the hell to do about it. Hope smiled. “I see. Well, in that case, let’s see how today goes, and then we can talk money.” I took a deep breath. Nodded.  She put a kettle on the stove and turned to me. Her eyes flicked downward, then back up. “You’re wearing protection?” Heat crawled up my neck. “Uh, I used up my last one yesterday.” I said it with a straight face because it was the truth. I hadn’t wet them. Not with pee, anyway. But she didn’t need to know that. “I’m proud of you! Did you buy something new when you ran out?”  I shook my head.  “Thomas.” She frowned. “I wasn’t sure where to go or what to get. And I was…embarrassed.”  “We talked about this. It’s good to feel ashamed of the right things. Of sin. If you’re feeling embarrassed about being responsible, that’s Satan whispering in your ear.” She put her hand on my back. “Come with me.”  She guided me down a short hallway. Her bedroom was just as neat and orderly as the rest of the apartment. The bed was neatly made, with a white quilt as smooth and pristine as fresh snowfall. An antique wooden nightstand held a single book, its ribbon bookmark resting just outside the pages. Against the far wall, a modest vanity stood, its surface free of clutter except for a neatly arranged tray of perfume bottles and a small jewelry box. A framed scripture verse hung above it in calligraphy: "Be still and know that I am God." I stood in the doorway, feeling like I had stepped inside something sacred and intimate. Something that smelled like her, felt like her. And suddenly, I wanted to be in that bed with her, clothes off. No cookies. No diapers. No lessons. She wanted that, too. Had to, right? Beneath all that righteous nonsense, she was a young woman.  But I didn’t touch anything. Didn’t say anything. I only stood there. This was Hope’s bedroom. Hope, who taught Sunday school and women’s Bible study and volunteered to clean the nursery. The same Hope that had gotten me into trouble countless times when she was a babysitter, and nearly as many more when she was my piano tutor: swearing, gossiping, disrespecting elders, failing to practice, failing to finish the verse of scripture she’d started to recite. It was always something.  She opened her closet and there, neatly stacked, were four packs of adult diapers. “I’m going to keep a pack here, one in the nursery, and send two home with you.”  Two packs. Mine to take home. Mine to use. The house would be silent. Everyone asleep. And my imagination would go wild. My skin flushed with heat. Not from the sight of the package—but from how much I wanted it. A fresh stack of nursing home briefs, and I was…what? Excited? No. Elated. Disgust curled in my stomach. What the hell was wrong with me? They’d find out. Someone always did.  Mom, standing in my doorway, holding one of them between two fingers like it was a dead rat.  Dan, laughing until he couldn’t breathe. Amanda, saying nothing—just looking. And that would be worse. “Hey,” Hope said softly. “It’s okay if you’re worried about money. You don’t have to pay me back. Seeing your smiling face, and knowing I’m doing everything I can to help my sweet friend when he’s in need? That’s all the payment I could possibly want.”  She set one of the packs on the bed and pulled it open. The diapers—stuffed so tightly in that pack—expanded when she ripped the package, fanning out in thick, crinkling layers. “I’m going to check on the tea while you—” “I don’t know how.” The words spilled from my mouth before I could shove them back in. Hope raised her eyebrows. I suddenly felt warm all over. Like I was under a thousand spotlights. “These are different than the other ones. And I had enough trouble with those…”  She looked at the diapers. Then back to me. Assessing. Calculating. “Okay. I see.”  “But, um. I suppose I could figure it out if—” She smiled and squeezed my arm. “No, that’s alright, sweetie. I’m proud of you asking for help when you need it. What was I just saying about taking responsibility?”  “That…it’s good?”  She chuckled. “Yes. I suppose that sums it up. Asking for help is taking responsibility. When you can’t do something yourself, like put on a diaper, reach out to someone bigger than you.” She clapped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, not ‘bigger.’ I’m so used to talking to the little ones in the nursery. But, the point remains.”  I nodded.  “Why don’t you take off your clothes and lie on the bed. I’ll get your diaper ready for you.” ‘Your diaper.’ That felt wrong. And…amazing?  I slipped out of my jeans and folded them on the bed. I never made my own bed and rarely folded my clothes, but it felt important here. The right thing to do. And a distraction from my pounding heart.  I’m in a girl’s bedroom.  But it’s Hope’s bedroom. The church mouse. The prude.  Who is about to see you naked. To put you in a diaper.  “Thomas? The underwear too, silly.” She said it softly. Almost a whisper.  “Right.” I shimmied my underwear down my legs. After my knees, they dropped to my ankles and stepped out of them. Hope smiled.  “What?”  She dropped her gaze to my groin. “I’m so proud of you for being modest, but you’re going to have to uncover yourself. This is about taking care of you so you can take care of yourself, remember? So I think it’s best if we treat this like any other diaper change I’d do.”  “So I should have a pacifier or a stuffed animal or something?” The words—crazy, stupid words—just tumbled out, followed by an unhinged laugh. Hope wrinkled her nose. “That’s my Thomas. Always such a kidder.”  “Hahaha, yep.”  I dropped my hands, exposing myself fully.  She didn’t react. She didn’t even look.  Why are you disappointed? Did you want her gawking at your junk while it’s limp and you’re standing here like a dope in your socks and t-shirt? I stretched out on the towel she’d spread on the bed, barely resisting the urge to cover myself again.  She worked the diaper in her hands, the plastic crinkling loudly. “Lift your bum, please.”  I complied, bridging up. My penis flopped awkwardly up onto my tummy. She placed the diaper beneath me and then gently patted my hip. “Okay, down we go.”  I lowered myself onto the padding and immediately noticed a difference: this diaper was thicker than the ones she’d given me before. Easily twice as thick, and those were like wearing a half a load of laundry around my waist. Maybe she’d gotten the wrong size?  She held a white bottle in her hand.  “What’s that?”  “Baby powder. It’ll help keep your skin dry and keep you smelling a bit fresher. When you’re in diapers full-time, you’re not always going to be able to change right away. That’ll mean some—” “Full-time? This is just temporary.”  “Of course, sweetie.”  I sat up. “Seriously. I’m going to get this figured out. The whole accidents thing.” She smiled. “I’m sure you will. But until then, it’s a full-time problem that requires a full-time solution. But don’t you worry. I’ll help you be the responsible boy I know you want to be.” She placed her hand—warm and gentle, but unyielding—on my chest and pushed me back down onto the bed.  I couldn’t wear these full-time. That’d mean I’d have to keep them hidden from everyone. And use them. Actually use them.  She dusted me with the sweet-smelling powder, then traced her fingertips across my thighs. Hips. Tummy. She paused. “Now rub it into your privates, please.”  I brushed the powder over my junk as I watched her towering above me.  “Okay, and it’s important boys are pointed downward or else…” She frowned. “Thomas? Are you having lustful thoughts?”  Yes! “No!”  She ran her hand through hair. Shook her head. “This was a mistake. I thought you could be—” “I can be good! I really appreciate your help.”  “You do?”  I nodded.  She stared at me, lips pursed. “If I give you a few minutes alone, do you think you can calm down and get those sinful urges…under control?”  “Yes.”  “Good. I’m going to check on the tea. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Please stay where you are on the bed. I don’t want you getting baby powder all over my room. It might start smelling like a nursery in here.”  She walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.  I didn’t wait. It wasn’t going to take a few minutes. Not even close. I just wanted to feed the desperate craving. I gripped myself. I was rock hard. I closed my eyes. Hope wouldn’t check on the tea. She’d strip down and come back naked. She’d straddle me, taking me deep into her, and ride me hard, the diaper crinkling beneath us until— I spurted on my stomach. Again. A third time. Head spinning. Heart racing. I stared at the ceiling and caught my breath.  She didn’t have tissues right by the bed like I did. No paper towels, napkins, underwear or socks, either. Which left one option. I brought the front of the diaper up to my belly button and wiped downward, transferring most of the spunk into the diaper. She’d see it. Almost as bad, I’d be wearing it. Sitting in it.  She knocked on the door and immediately entered, like the doctor did. Or a mother checking on her little one. She eyed my crotch, and then the diaper. The white mess I’d left there blended in, but not entirely. And the smell was unmistakable.  I held my breath.  She smiled. “I’m happy to see you were able to get those sinful urges under control.” She gripped the front of the diaper and brought it up into place, smearing the goopy mess on me once again. She applied the tapes and then patted the front of the diaper, which I was already beginning to tent out with my excitement again. “Let’s go have a cookie and some tea before we start our lesson. Oh, and why don’t you leave your pants in here. I think it’ll help you get comfortable in your new diapers.”   

It's a wee bit cold to run around in just a diaper, especially a wet one.

Christine by Long Rifle She ( Christine) hated her name, and though it lead to a few jokes she preferred to be called Chris. Chris was good looking, not stunning. But she was good looking enough to be hit on just about every day. Most girls her age, (she was 16 with beautiful red hair) would love the attention. Unfortunately she wasn't like most girls, she was a genius. And that's not a joke she was a genius, and life with a single but loving mother was difficult enough. They had money; the untimely death of her father had given them that ,so her mother was around the house constantly and hovered over her. She had changed since the accident. Becoming clingy, always trying to talk to her daughter as though she to might someday be taken from her. With that at home the only time she had to really think was when she laid down at night to sleep and school. She wasn't gay or anything but she did not have time for guys right now. So she shunned them when she could. This only made the jokes and teasing worse. She had her friends but she really wanted to be left alone. She thought about this as she slowly walked home, this was another of the few times when she got to think. As she was about to turn off main street she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was a sign, kind of old looking really. She should go straight home, her mother freaked out whenever she was late, but she had gotten out of school early today so she had time to check this out. The door opened with a loud sqeak, and the inside almost made her turn around but her curiosity had peaked so she went in any way. what she would remember later was the bath robe, why was this man working in his bathrobe? But that really did not enter her mind now. She walked pass the rows of dusty nik naks and right up to the old man. "Hello?" she said. Chris waited for a few minutes and politely coughed. He seemed to be reading a book, she was about to say something when he looked up at her. "Yes?" "Hi. My names Chris and I just thought I'd...?" "See what I sell? Yes everyone does, and they all find what they need." He smiled and chuckled to himself. Chris thinking this was an inside joke just smiled "So what do I need?" This made the man smile even more "So you are smart! Most people beat around the bush but you just come right out with it, let me think....Chris....Chris..." He slowly rubbed his hand under his chin as he remembered."Oh yes; now I remember. You're the genius. And want you want more than anything is the ability to be allowed to think when ever you want! Right?" Chris was amazed, how did this stranger know what she wanted? But her thoughts were answered before she could voice them herself. "I'm a wizard, and no, no, no, only once, and yes, I can help you. All you need to do is tell me EXACTLY what you want." Chris smiled obviously this was some kind of joke. But she could go along with it. She tapped her foot and rubbed her chin, "Let's see....That's about it, I just want to lay around all day thinking, and only have my mother bother me when I need something." The old man laughed "Alright I can do that." "Wait a minute, I know how this works. I leave here and turn into a vegetable or a zombie or something, how do I know you will not do that?" "Geez, no trust anymore." The wizard said as he threw his hands up. "No, not a lack of trust. I just want to make sure I get what I want!" "Oh. Well then.... Okay I promise you'll get want you need alright?" She nodded her head and he smiled. "Fine have a nice day." "What? Is that it? no spells or dusts or anything." The old man looked at her, "Fine how about this," he franticly waved his hands over his head and started to sput gibberish. "There are you happy?" Chris looked over herself and said to him, "I don't feel different!" "Well this spell was really rather large and would be to much to happen all at once, over the next few days you will notice a difference. I have allot to do so please go; come back when you can. Bwahahahahahah!!" She left the store still smiling, that laugh probably wasn't a good sign she thought. Maybe I'll steer clear of this store from now on. She'd had fun though, she still smiled as she walked thru the door to her house and quickly to her room. She had made it just in time, as she dropped her books on her desk she realized she had to use the bathroom. As she sat down on the bowl she smiled as she peed, thinking maybe today she would be able to be left alone for a while. Those hopes sank as her mother burst into the room. Chris sat there as her mother asked her how her day went. After the regular amount of time had passed her mother stopped talking and left. Chris smiled to herself as she wiped. Realizing as she did that her mother would probably love to do that for her. Back in her bedroom she sat on her bed and started to read. As she did she felt herself slowly falling to sleep. Her mother gently woke her a few hours later it was dark out side and it was raining. Chris looked at her mother and said, "I had the strangest dream, that everyone was so happy, we were at the beach, but then it started to rain, so we all had to leave." Chris saw that her mother was looking at her oddly. A slight smile on her face. "What?" Chris said. "Do you need any help Chrissy?" Chris looked up at her mother she knew she hated to be called that, in fact she hadn't been called that since she was a little girl. Chris decided alittle sarcasm was in order. "No, MOMMY I don?t need your help." "Well okay honey just be more careful next time. Here's some clean pants and some panties, let me know if you need anything else." Chris was stunned as her mother walked out of the room, what was that all about? Then the smell hit her. The smell of drying pee. She sat up quickly realizing the smell was coming from her, looking down she saw her pants. Her WET pants, she almost cried as she stood up. She had wet the bed, How could she do that? Then the real problem hit her. Her mother had seen it! Worse her mother had acted like it was normal. Quickly she stripped her pants and panties off, and walked to the bathroom. After a quick shower she went back to her room and dressed. She chuckled as she put her pants on, it was as if she was a toddler again. Back when her mother really had to set her clothes out for her. Sitting down on her bad she looked over at the pile of wet cloths on the floor. Well I might as well clean them now she thought. Picking them up she carried them down to the laundry room. As she walked down the stairs she caught a whiff of her pants. The smell really didn't bother her. It made her feel odd, almost happy. The smell reminded her of something that she couldn't quite place. By the time she got to the bottom of the stairs she was mildly excited, and embarrassed. She was sure she shouldn't feel that way about pee, so she found herself checking to make sure her mother was no where to be seen and set her clothes on the dryer. She bent over as if to pull up her socks and inhaled deeply. As she did she had a sudden urge to pee, she could hold it in; but barely. As she crossed her legs she though, "I can just wet my pants! No one will ever know, I'll just throw them in the wash." By now she was slowly moving her legs, "I'm doing the pee pee dance!" She thought to herself. Just as she was about to wet she heard her mother start to walk down the stairs. She tried to move but she realized if she did she would wet again. Her mother rounded the corner and saw her daughter standing by the dryer, "Hi sweetie, did you bring your pants all the way down here so mommy could wash them?" Chris nodded trying to act normal, she tried to stop squirming but if she did the feeling got even worse. Her mother turned to drop the pants into the wash. Now was her chance to run, she might make it. But a sudden urge stopped her. Her face grew red as she felt an urge to wet her pants. "No,..... no!" she thought, I am not going to do that. Then the voice offered up something else. Her face brightened; "Yes that would work! Mommy will never know I did it!? She reached over to a stack of towels and pulled one off. She smiled as the excited tingle grew even stronger. Pulling the towel between her legs she pulled it tight up under her crotch, and as she squatted alittle she closed her eyes. Ahhhhhhhh! And that's how her mother found her, she had turned around to get some soap and saw her 16 year old daughter; eyes closed and a grin on her face, as she sat down into the towel. She was just about to ask her what she was doing when she found out. The towel slowly turned darker then started to leak on to the floor. She stared as her daughter bent her knees and sighed, but just as she was about to start screaming at her something changed in her. Her mother set the soap down and waited for her to be done. Chris slowly opened her eyes and saw her mother staring at her, with her hands on her hips. "What mom? Do you need something?" Then she looked down at the floor and saw the puddle. She was so embarrassed that she dropped the towel; it landed between her legs with a splat. She backed up to the wall. Maybe her mother didn't know, yeah maybe she could lie alittle. "Oh, I just spilled some juice in my lap. Don't worry I'll just clean it up my self." Chris beamed, she was okay. She even smiled a little. Now her mother got angry. "Now listen young lady, don't lie to me. I know what you did. And right in front of me like a baby. Well I will not have you pissing all over my house. You will either act like a big girl or no more potty for you!" Then she reached out and started to take Chris's clothes off her. Chris was to stunned to say no, as the last thread of her clothes where taken off she was told to go clean up and get ready for bed. Quickly she ran up stairs and into the bathroom. The entire time wondering why she was acting so strange, as if part of her mind was changing. It seemed all she could think of was acting infantile. Entering the bathroom she turned on the light and stood before the mirror. Again she smelt pee as it dryed on her skin, and again she was over come by the urge to pee. This time she would not have to worry. The bathroom floor was tile, and therefore easy to clean. She slowly lowered herself to the floor and squatted, she just let a dribble come out so it didn't splatter all over. But just as the puddle started to touch her feet she heard her mother coming up the stairs and straight into the bathroom. She had enough time to stand and get over the bowl before her mother walked in, but since she had kept peeing this just added to the mess as it splashed all over. Her mother just looked at her; Chris knew she was dead now. "What did you do?" Her mother asked. Chris looked up at her mother and cringed, she did not have any good answer to explain why she had peed on the floor. She felt so embarrassed, tears formed in her eyes as she tried to tell her mother how sorry she was, but all that would come out was "Mommy, sowwy fo peepee." This caused her mother to literally melt. Chris could not believe to change that came over her mother. The scowl became a gentle smile, and she reached out and stroked her daughters hair. "That's okay honey, everyone has accidents. Just try better next time." At this she helped her to clean the floor, and then she filled the tub. As Chris sat in the tub she was treated to the first bath from her mother in many years. She used the time to think about what was going on. Since the smell of pee was gone her mind was much clearer. She had never felt like that before. She stared at the wall as her mother washed her hair, she had peed herself. Right in front of her mother; what had she been thinking? It was as if it was normal. Just thinking about what had happened made her blush. Chris could not believe her mother, she had thought she would have gone ballistic. And whether or not she would have killed her, someone should have dropped! If not Chris from the beating then her mother from the vein in her head bursting. But here she was; smiling like this was normal treating her like she was her little child again. By now the bath was done and her mother was helping her out of the tub. She looked up at her mother as she slowly dried her hair. Her mother saw her gazing at her, a look of shame on her face. She got down on one knee and wiped water away from her eyes. "Don't worry honey, sometimes it just takes a little longer, you just need to let time take it's course. Soon you'll have forgotten all about this." Chris looked down at her feet, she still didn't understand. Her mother was acting like she had just been potty trained or something. Continuing to stare at the floor she said, "But mmmoommmm, I'm not a baby, why do you keep treating me like one?" At this her mother gently placed her hands on her head and tilted her face up so she could see into her eyes. "No you are not a baby sweetie, you are mommy's big girl. Just because you have an accident doesn't make you a baby, but......" Chrissy's mother pulled her head to her chest, gently stroking her back she whispered, "You can be what ever you want, and if you want to be a baby once in a while then that's okay with me. Just don't pee on the furniture. Now let's get you dressed and into bed." Taking Chris by the hand she lead her to her room and selected a pair of pink panties and a long pink shirt. After tucking her in she reminded her that if she had to get up and potty she had to remember to lift the back of her shirt up so it wouldn't get wet. Chris smiled at this, "Okay mommy." Then her mother turned off the light and left. As she lay in her bed she thought back over what had happened all day. It had been pretty much normal till she went in that shop. Maybe it was stress, yeah that was it. She should slow down and not take life so hard. So she had peed a couple of times, maybe her mother would take the hint and stop treating her like she was some sort of tart. Either that or she'd put her in diapers, as this thought passed through her head she went to sleep. That night Chris slept like a baby,....literally. Blinking in the morning light she looked at her clock, "Oh no I?m late for school!" she thought, but at almost the same instant she remembered that it was Saturday. She stuck her head under her pillow and rolled over onto her back, as she stretched her legs she smelt something. Pee. At this she pulled the pillow off her head and looked at the floor, maybe she had forgot to pick something up off the floor last night. But there was nothing on the floor. Then it hit her, the floor; it was different. It was carpeted. Her room had never had carpet in it. She instantly rolled over and shot up in her bed. Her whole room was different, the walls where brighter and her dresser was smaller; and pastel pink. What was going on she wondered. She threw her blankets off and jumped out of bed. A cool feeling around her crotch got her attention. Looking down she realized she had wet the bed. Not alittle, but allot. This and the state of her room caused her to feint. The sound of her daughter hitting the floor got her attention, running she opened the door to Chrissy's room and found her laying next to her bed on the floor. Thinking she had simply fallen out of bed she rushed to her side and slowly woke her up. Darkness, swirling slowly then a rising feeling. A moment of warmth then everything got lighter. As her vision returned she found her mother holding her in her arms. "Oh mom, I had the weirdest dream. My room was different, and..." but she was cut off she could now see that her room was still different, and by the smell of it her pants and bed were still wet. Her mother picked her up and set her on her feet. She then proceeded to take her shirt and panties off. With a quick slap on the butt she told her to go cleanup and get ready for breakfast. Rubbing her butt she walked to the bathroom and was shocked to see in the corner by the tub a potty. Not a regular one, a child's potty(the regular one is by the sink) slowly she walked up to it and looked it over, "no it couldn't be mine?" she wondered. But when she dropped the seat her name was clearly written on it. Proudly in big letters it proclaimed "Chrissy's potty!". Taken aback she stared at it. Then she said aloud "Well I'm not using it." As she started to brush her teeth her mother came in with the sheets off her bed and dropped them down the chute. "Well looks like someone is growing up, brushing your teeth all by yourself!" Then as she rinsed her mouth out her mother dropped her pants and sat on the toilet. "Well honey, want to show mommy how big you are? Come on and show me what the pottys for." Caught between a rock and a hard place she slowly sat down on the plastic bowl. She must have peed allot last night because no matter how hard she pushed she could not get anything to come out. Her mother let loose and the splashing seemed louder then normal. She blushed as her mother looked down at her but the sound of the splashing caused her to suddenly pee. Not allot but it was enough for her mother to be happy. Her mother lifted her off the potty and wiped her clean, then she grabbed her hand and walked her back to her room to get dressed for the day. Chris now stood again as her mother started to dress her. First she pulled something out of the dresser, Chris thought they where panties. But as her mother held them out to her she realized they where Pull-ups.                                                                                                                           The End