2011

Why did I always feel the same way around him? That same floating, helpless sense that any decision made wasn't real unless it came from him. As if my body wasn't my own, as if my mind was a loan. He could tell me to do anything, and I wouldn't even think. It wasn't just the games. Sure, I knew he could tell me to wear some outfit and we'd both like the look of it, and he could spank me if I argued and we'd both have fun. However, I never would have agreed to it before I met him, and I think I knew I was his before I even knew what any of these kinks were. Was it his height? In my mind he towered over me like a giant (or like a man to a woman, or like an adult to an infant) but was even really that tall or was it just in my head?  He was far stronger then me, I could see his arms wrapped in thick solid muscle, and my own frail and thin. If I fought, he probably still could overpower me, and have me over his lap for another spanking as if I still was playing along anyway. But it wasn't like he ever force me to do anything that way. And was he really that strong? Or was it just because of how helpless I felt when he grabbed me? He was beautiful, yes, and I don't think I ever recognized a man was that beautiful before I saw him. His eyes were still captivating, and made me knees feel like pudding. But beauty wasn't everything. So what was it? Whatever it was, by the second night we played, I was captured. In more ways then one. ...   "@*&! FU-FU-FU-FU- @*!**!!!!" I said as I hastily tied the collar around my neck and waited for the elevator door to open "$&!!" Fifth floor, and the door was opening. I reached for my collar, but stopped. It was already on, and it was probably best not to draw more attention to what I was wearing. A man and a woman, him in an expensive looking suit and her in an equally expensive dress, got in. They nodded to me, then turned away without saying anything. I blushed and tried to sink into the wall as my baby blue shorts, pink t shirt, and collar Was that submissive enough? Was that 'right?" They'd put me in something else when I got there, but they told me to 'wear something cute.' This, a last minute purchase at a second hand store, was the best I could get. stood out against their fine clothes. The woman turned back a moment, looked at my collar, and quickly looked away. @*!*! I thought. They were probably going to some fancy event on the roof. There was no reason at all for my to have thought I'd have the elevator to myself. Stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidagaindummy!!!! That was at LEAST the third mistake I made that day. The first had been losing track of time at a cafe where a bearded hipster with a nice singing voice was playing, and realizing I was late for our 'date.' The second was not telling them I was delayed when I was coming, and only speaking to them when i got to the building and messaged them to let me in. He hadn't sounded angry, not exactly, but he hadn't been thrilled either. Why are you always so stupid why are you always so lazy other people can't stand it... I shook my head to try to drive away the thoughts, but my stomach kept turning. What if they really were mad? What if they were disappointed? What if they didn't want to see me again? I thought of all the times I had done something similar. My mother had always told me how I was too lazy, how whenever I was late it meant I wasn't respecting others time, and then we'd go into all the other things I always... My mind filled with them. Angry friends, shouting family and teachers, failed classes... They warned me I'd never make it in the city. I couldn't do anything write. I should have listened. The elevator doors opened, and I ran out.  Their hallway was always impressive to me. Coming from the drab beige and empty walls of my own, the rich red decorated carpets and walls hung with paintings were a clear difference. I bolted down the hall and knocked on their door. It opened, and my breath caught. Michael's eyes still did that too me. He raised an eye brow. "You're late, little one." "Uh huh," I gasped, mouth hanging open. He looked me up and down. "Cute outfit." I breathed out again. Score. At least I did one thing right. He smiled, and grabbed my wrist. "Come in, Miranda and I have started." A minute later I knelt, naked, on their floor, my hands cuffed behind my back, and my heart pounding. There was a collar around my neck, and a long leash lead from it into Michael's hands. A deep sense of guilt filled my stomach. I knew what I had done wasn't bad enough to deserve how much I blamed myself for it, but the fact that I did it to him was what made it wrong. I wasn't alone this time. Miranda knelt beside me, in the same status. We both stared at Michael waiting for him to speak. He sat on a massive golden burgundy positioned in an intent in the floor. Like everything in the room, from the dark hard wood floors covered with detailed Persian carpets to the deep blue of the walls and silken drapes over the massive windows, it seemed designed to impress and intimidate anyone kneeling below it. He, sitting calmly, dressed in a black suit and holding both out leashes, fit that perfectly. He walked up to me first, I felt my heart flutter. He put his hands through my hair, tilted my head back and kissed me. He then held my head in place and stared deep into my eyes. "You excited, little one?" "Yes master," I replied. We hadn't really discussed names yet, but that one seemed to work. He smirked. "Good boy. But you weren't always a good boy, were you?" I shook my head. "No master." "What is it you did wrong?" he kept his hand on the back of my head, stroking my hair as he scolded me.  "I was late master." "And why is that wrong?" "I..." I wanted to hand my head in shame. It hadn't been long, but the thought of upsetting him, or even disappointing him, was worse then any other punishment. However, his hand kept my head in place. "Because it effects you and Miranda, and anyone waiting for you. And its irresponsible." He nodded. "Good boy. It's irresponsible, immature, and childish. It shows you couldn't handle being trusted as an adult for something simple." My face flushed. The guilt built up, and it was all I could feel. Every past mistake came to my head, from times I had forgotten school assignments to times I had betrayed friends.  "Yes master." "It also means you can't learn something just because we tell you its true, we need to teach you a lesson another way, don't we?" My breath got quicker, and I felt more blood rush to my head. "Yes master," I said again. "I'm sorry, master." I really was, more so then for real mistakes. In that moment he was right, I was a childish, immature mess of a person, it did hurt others around me, and everything he said about me was true. He cupped my face. "Awww, its alright sweetie. We expect little subbies like you to make mistakes. However, its my job to make sure you learn your lesson and don't make them again, isn't it?" "Yes master." "Good boy. Come with me."  He pulled the leash, and dragged me forward on my knees. I tried my best to keep up with him sliding, and he laughed at the appearance. He pulled me up to his bed. He grabbed my arms and stood me up. He then sat down, and pulled me over his lap at a an angle, bottom up in the air. "Wh..." I said. My mind raced. Was he giving me a SPANKING?! Like a spoiled child?  He couldn't be. I expected to be tied up, to be forced to wear strange outfits, to be hit with paddles and straps and real painful instruments, to be... to be treated in all sorts of inappropriate ways, but an actual, over the knee spanking? With his bare hand? My face flushed even deeper. Would that even painful enough for a real punishment? If that is what he thought of me, I didn't know how to feel. "What are you.." WHACK!  "AAA!" I gasped in shock as the first spank cut me off half way through a sentence. That was FAR more painful then I expected. "Good little subbies don't argue during their spankings, BRAT." WHACK! "OW! I'm sorry master." He laughed, and rubbed a hand around my bottom. "Now, I can see you're confused." WHACK! I gasped again. "The best way to punish a little subby like you..." WHACK! "Is to treat them how they act." WHACK! "I'm sure you were picturing all sorts of fun bondage games and punishments" WHACK! "But that doesn't really punish you the right way, does it?" WHACK! "AAA!" I shouted again as the pain mounted. He was right, that was exactly what I was picturing. "Since you're mistake came from acting like an immature little brat who couldn't take care of himself or think of others, I'm going to punish you like that." WHACK! "And for little brats like you, NOTHING gets the message across to your blushing red faces like good SPANKING. I'm going to paint your bottom red so that every time you sit down for the next MONTH, you'll feel it and think of what happens to naughty little subs when they are late for their masters, understood?" WHACK! "AAA!" I shouted, and groaned in pain. I gritted my teeth, then responded. "Yes Master. It won't happen again." "I know it won't, not when I'm done. And if it does, I'll get something far worse for your bottom." My mouth hung open a moment and worked silently. "When your done?" I finally asked. He chuckled. "Yes sweetie. We haven't actually started yet. Your punishment is still going to be as painful as your straps, even with my hand." "WHAT?! BUT..."  I had nothing more to add or time to say it. WHACK WHACK WHACK!! The spanking began in earnest, each blow more painful then the warm up. The blows came down harder and harder, leaving me screaming. I involuntarily began to kick my feet and squirm in his lap, needing to get away. However, he just held tightly on my cuffed hands, turning my efforts useless. The pain mounted. Tears began to form in my eyes, and I lost count of how many times he spanked me, and of how long he was there. Soon my legs stopped kicking, my body stopped even hoping to get away, and I was left limp over his lap, accepting each hard, insulting smack I knew I deserved.  The pain and humiliation built, erasing all other feelings. The guilt I had felt was clouded out, pushed to the edges of my mind and crushed until it disappeared, and all I felt was the burning. It might have been a minute later, it might have been an hour, I'm not sure. When I realized something had changed, I was limp over his lap, sobbing like a child as he rubbed the bruises. "Good boy, good little subby," he cooed. "Its ok, good boy, good boy." His praises felt warm inside me, and the tears began to dry up. A moment later the sobbing stopped. "There's a good boy," he said. Why did just hearing that make me feel this way?  I won no award, completed nothing important. Why would being called "good boy" by another man matter this much to me? "Did you learn your lesson?" he asked. "Yeah," I sniffled. "Yes master," I corrected. He chuckled. "Good boy," he said, and the strange swell of pride came back. He picked me up, turned me over, and I found myself sitting in another man's lap. My face flushed again at the strange position, but his shushing and rubbing my back quickly calmed me. "Its ok, its ok sweetie," he said, still rubbing my back. "Its ok for a sub to sit in their dom's lap, and its ok for you to like it. You're being a good boy." Did his saying it really make it true? I realized I was smiling, and relaxed into him. "I'm sorry I screwed up, master." "Its ok," he said, petting me. "Everyone makes mistakes, right?" "Yeah," I said. Everyone makes mistakes. "And you got your punishment, right? So it doesn't matter anymore, its gone." "I... see." He was right in more ways then one. The tumbling anxiety that had filled me before entering was out of me. All the things I was worried about, both with him and from years before, all seemed silly. What did it matter anymore when I paid for it with the spanking, and he said it was ok now? He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. "There's my good little sub. Now, we are going to get you and Miranda both dressed and go out again, and I don't want any more complaints or it will be another spanking, ok?" I nodded. Part of me had then already realized he could make me do anything he wanted, though the extent that it was true wouldn't be clear until later. "If you are late again, I'll have to give you a much harder spanking, then worse punishments, ok? Eventually, I'll have to question whether you can handle being given the same responsibilities as other adults and see if there are better things for you, which I promise will be much worse for you then a spanking, ok?" I nodded again. "Good boy. Then come on. Oh, and Oli?" "Yes Master." "No one was actually upset you're late, dummy. We're going to a party, not a board meeting. It was just an excuse to spank you, which we both find fun." "AHHHHH," I said. He grabbed our leashes and dragged us both into the bedroom.

Maddison sucked on her pacifier peacefully, forgetting the world around her. She was sleeping like an angel, without even imagining that in the coming weekends she would be sleeping in a nursery.

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Chapter 1+2+3 If you haven't already read this before, as this is a sequel to it.   Storm is a cute Eevee/Ralts boy, a standing Eevee, and one of his kind. He is 16 years old; in his own words, he's a very manly guy who hates anything childish or girly. Good thing he doesn’t know anything about his dad’s strange urges. His mom is a Gardevoir, also known as Dakota, and his dad is an Eevee named Dill, who has kept that secret from him. He was always curious why his dad never evolved. He could be a cool Umbreon or anything. It was stupid to him, but he couldn't change his mind. But one day at night, while he was supposed to be sleeping, he heard his mom taking out the trash.   He peeked out his bedroom door and saw his mom holding a smelly bag of trash and taking it outside. He noticed a bottle of baby powder sticking out of it. He didn't think much of it and shrugged it off, going back into his bedroom. But he couldn't get the thought of his mom and dad keeping a secret from him. He had to know what was going on.   "Ahh! I can't take it. I have to find out what they’re hiding! But how can I do it without them noticing...Maybe it’s Christmas presents? Oh, or my birthday stuff! No...why would a smelly bag have to do with presents for me?"   Suddenly an idea hits him. He then remembered his parents had a school meeting in the morning to talk about his schoolwork and behavior. But he couldn't go because it was adults only or something stupid like that. He smirks and throws his covers over himself.    “Just you wait till I find out this secret. I won’t have a bedtime, or maybe they will give me stuff to keep me quiet, heh.”    He says with an excited giggle. Shortly after, Storm fell asleep. He sleeps only in boxers and mouth wide open. After all the humans had become Pokémon and had kids, the adults made all the new kids wear clothing because they began to have more human-like bodies. Most Pokémon that walked on all fours now were more anthro-like; not all could yet, but it was clear this would continue as the generations went on. The next morning, Storm was woken up by being shaken by someone.   "Storm, sweetheart, it's time to wake up. Your dad and I have to get going soon. Can’t have you sleeping all day."   A gardevoir said in a soft voice. Her name was Dakota, Storm’s mom. Storm groaned, trying to stay asleep.   "I'm sleeping; leave me alone..."   Dakota glared and threw the covers off him. She always tried to act nice but still had some anger problems to work on. Though much better than when she was a human.   "Brat, I said get up!"   Dakota demanded as she picked him up with her psychic powers and walked him to the bathroom. He blushed, hating to be picked up like this. Also being in nothing but his boxers.   "Mom! What the heck! Put me down, I’m up!"   She smirks and gives a sniff; her nose crinkles.   "I don't care young man. Now take a shower. You haven't bathed in like a week; you reek!"   She says, setting him down in the bathroom. He grumbles, cheeks red and clearly pouting.   "I don't reek! I just smell like a man!"   He says proudly with a smile. She looks unamused.   "Mhm... Or a baby that hasn't been changed. Now get in there before I bathe you myself like the good old days."   He blushes and crosses his arms.   "Alright ill take one! Just leave."   Storm's tail flat on the ground, clearly defeated. Dakota laughs and leaves the bathroom.   "Wish that worked on your dad…Anyways, make sure to clean everything, young man, or I'll come do it for you! Not a threat, that's a promise."   His face couldn't go any brighter red. The door was shut; he looked like he wanted to scream. But knew she would come in if he did.    "Shut up! I hate it when she does that... Thank God she doesn’t say this stuff when my friends are around. Heh ya, all my friends..."   Storm sighs with a frown, then removes his boxers. He gets in the shower, making sure to take a good shower; he was not about to be bathed by his mom at 16. But while finishing up, he suddenly remembers last night. A smirk on his face grows.   "Oh ya! The secret... Heh, once I find this out I bet I can use it against them to get anything I want! No more baths, no more treating me like a child. Finally will be treated like an adult!"   He giggles to himself excitedly. Getting out, he threw a towel around himself to begin drying off. He then found some clothes laid out for him on the countertop. Must have been his mother’s choice. They looked casual, nothing he wouldn't pick himself. He threw on the boxers and a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. He was all too used to his mom bringing him clothes, so this didn't bother him much. She never had to step inside the bathroom just teleported them to the bathroom.   "Alright, they should be leaving after breakfast... That’s my chance."   He thinks to himself as he leaves the bathroom and Heads to the kitchen to see his dad, Dill the Eevee, sitting on the kitchen chair. He smiles at him.   "Hey, kiddo! You going to be OK while your mom and I are gone? Probably a few hours, I would say?"   Dill asked the Eevee about his same height, except his dad walked on all fours. Storm rolls his eyes. Even his dad treated him like a child.   "Duh...I’m not a freaking baby anymore. I'm 16; I can handle myself."   Storm sits in a chair by his dad. His mom puts pancakes down in front of them both.   "Ok, eat up. If anyone needs help, I'll feed them."   She giggles with a wink. Storm rolls his eyes. He can't believe they would think he can't feed himself; he's freaking 16! Then again, she seems to look at Dill when she says it. After breakfast, Mom and Dad hugged Storm. Dakota looks at Storm.   "Ok, emergency numbers are on the fridge, and you know the rules: no going into our room without permission. Got it? If you need a snack, that's fine, but I swear if you eat them all again I won't get you more."   He groans, rolling his eyes and head.   "Yes, mother... Sheesh...."   His Mom kisses his cheek, making him blush, and they leave. Storm sighs of relief. Finally being left alone to do as he pleases.   "About flipping time... Sheesh, I'll wait a while to make sure they don't come back in. Would hate to be caught."   Storm sits down on the couch and turns on the TV, watching some cartoons he loves but wouldn't watch when his mom and dad are home. Half an hour passed before he remembered, sitting straight up. Ears straight up and tail going stiff.   "CRAP I ALMOST FORGOT!"   He jumped down from the couch and ran to his mom and dad's room. He cracked open the door; it was so odd he had never been in their room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Except it smelled like baby powder, almost like a nursery. But he shrugged it off as old people’s smell and laughed. He looked under their bed and found a strange box. Curiously, he pulled it out and set it on the edge of the bed. He smirked before opening the lid, then he looked more confused. It was a box full of baby stuff, like a pacifier that was larger than a normal one, and toddler toys.   "Were these my old toys...? This was definitely not my old pacifier though... This thing looks like it's for an adult... Maybe it was when mom and dad were kids? They told me their life story mostly...Grandma put them through some weird stuff."   He shrugged and put the lid back on it, leaving it where it was. He then went to the closet and opened it up. His eyes got huge. There, right in front, was a large supply of diapers, not for babies, like adult diapers, but they also had some kinda baby print on them. Baby clothing that looks like it would fit Dad; suddenly it hits him. His dad dresses up like a baby. He starts to laugh.   "Oh, my God! I can't wait to tell everyone! I'm going to embarrass him so much! What in the world his wrong with him?!"   He pulls out one of the large diapers and unfolds it. He needed a photo or something, or no one would believe him.   "I sometimes forget Dad's still an Eevee so he's not much bigger than me... Creepy. These could almost fit-"   Suddenly he's cut off by the door shutting, and his eyes get big. He hides the diaper halfway in his pants and half in his shirt and starts to panic. Seeing he left the box of baby items out on the bed, he goes to move it when Dakota walks in.   "STORM! What are you doing, young man!?"   He froze with fear. Not even sure what to say, his mom turns him around as he's holding the box, and the diaper falls out from under his shirt, and it's hanging down from his pants, and he blushes a deep red. His mom smirks.   "I see you found daddy's stash. And just what were you planning on doing with that?"   He felt his heart beating like crazy. He knew he was so dead. This confirmed his idea, but he was so scared he didn’t care. How could he explain this? Looked like he was trying to take one for personal use.   "N-nothing...I was just-"   She smiles big and gets a genius idea. If he was this curious, maybe she should show him what happens to the curious kitty.   "Oh, I get it! You wanted to test them out, didn't you? Who would have known my baby still wants to be my baby? You would look so cute, Stormy!"   His eyes got big and shake his head. His hands wave, dismissing it. He definitely didn't want to wear them or be a baby of any kind. His ears were burning with embarrassment and his cheeks red.   "N-no!! You got the wrong idea!"   Dakota laughs. Then glares at him.   "I don't care if you did or not; you’re in a lot of trouble. I think as a punishment... you will be treated very special, like for oh... 3 months."   He gulps as his eyes widen. Shaking with fear.   "S-special...? What do you mean, Mom...And 3 months?"   She just smiles and takes the box from his hand and sets it on the bed. Then grabs his hand. What could she have in store for him? He wondered; it kinda scared him. He had never seen his mom act so... sweet; it was almost scary. He hoped he wouldn't regret this. But something told him he would.   Dakota picks Storm up with her psychic powers and sits him on the edge of the bed. He sits there just staring as his mom pulls the diaper hanging from his pants, making him blush deeply. She smiles with a bit of cockyness.   "Dill, sweety! Can you come into our bedroom? I got something to show you~."   Dill runs in, his eyes getting big seeing Storm sitting on the bed and a diaper in Dakota’s hand. He blushed, eyes going back and forth between his son and wife.   "W-what are you doing with that silly thing, Dakota? Why do you even have that?"   He laughed awkwardly, looking very nervous. Storm could see why they would hide this from him. He didn't know his dad was so weird. Like what kinda normal person wants to wear or look so childish?   "He knows Dill. No point in dancing around it."   Dill winced a bit. He knew this was bad. Not only for himself but poor Storm as well.   "I think it's time we had the talk with him. Explain this all to him. He's 16; he's old enough to understand."   Storm's eyes got big. His eyes drifted down to the ground. Unable to look at his mom or dad.   "N-no, I'm fine! I don't-"   Dakota glared at Storm as he shivered, tail going straight. His eyes stayed down to the ground. Slowly kicking his feet awkwardly.   "Storm, shut up. You are in deep trouble... Only speak when spoken to, understand me, young man?"   He gulped and kept his gaze averted. He shook a bit as his mom was clearly enjoying herself.   "Good! Now, as for all this stuff your dad is into acting like a Baby in diapers. That's also why he hasn't evolved. It's more than that, but that's the basics."   Storm's mind began to race   ‘Acting like a child, wearing diapers. OK, he's very weird. He hasn't evolved because he likes to pretend he's a child, and Mom tells me to grow up. I can see Dad blushing. What's he doing?’    Dakota pulls him closer and yanks off Dill's pants. Surprising both Dill and Storm. Storm gets a clear view of his dad's diaper; it was sagging, clearly used. He couldn’t believe it. His Dad's a big bab who uses diapers. The secondhand embarrassment is getting to him.   "D-dakota!"   Dill yells, covering his diaper. Dakota only smirks, then pinches Dill's cheek.   "Alright! Dill wanted, like, a month where he didn't have to do anything; he could pretend to be a child or baby. What do you think of that, Storm? Wanna play with your Dad and be shown the ropes?"   Dill covers his face in shame, and Storm looks disgusted. He wasn't going to willingly.   "So, Dill, you and Storm will be my babies for 3 months! No more adult things except when Storm has to go to school. I'm not here to ruin his social life. Dill, you don't work, so you will be a baby most people in town know already, so no normal clothes for 3 months. Diaper changes will now come when I feel like it."   Dill's face goes pale. Hearing this didn't bother him too much. But storms made his mind race. He really, really didn't want to pretend to be a baby in front of his own son.    "Yes, Dakota...but storm too? Why? I really don't think that's a good idea. That seems cruel…"   Dakota smirks and bends down, petting Dill's head   "I'm not Dakota, I'm mommy for the next few months. Storm is in a lot of trouble; that's why. He broke his promise, and this is what happens to kids who break promises! It might be odd, but no…you know what. This will only be my two little babies and their mommy."   Storm could barely think straight. His face flushed red. Being called a baby was awful. He was nearly an adult; he could not be acting like a child.   "Y-you can't be serious, Mom...? This is a joke, right? I-I'm sorry I won't do it again! But if I get caught, people will laugh at me for the rest of my life! Like my entire life will be over! Can't I do chores or something!?"   She just giggles and winks at him.   "Then I guess you better not be caught. But don't worry, you don't start school for a week; you will have time to adjust to your new lifestyle at home, baby. I don't plan on letting you get caught. But…If I can't promise that if any of your friends come over, they won't see you."   He blushed and glared at his mom. How could she seriously be considering this, he thought.   "I'm not doing this...Mom, this is disgusting and cruel!"   She smirked and held her arm out.   "I kinda hoped you would say that. Sorry, Storm, but if I don't punish you, you would have humiliated your dad. This way you will learn a valuable lesson."   Suddenly, Storm's body felt paralyzed. He couldn't move a bit; that's when his eyes widened. His mom just used paralysis on him. He shook his head, trying to back away before he gently fell on his bottom. His body was twitching a bit.   "Ok, Dill, you first. Let's teach Storm the rules while I change your dirty diaper."   Dill blushed, taking a deep breath in and out. He knew better than to say anything that might upset Dakota. He walked up to her, holding his arms up. She picked him up. She took him to a part of the wall and pressed on it; suddenly, a table popped out. She laid him on it; it was a large changing table. She then got to work untaping his diaper and removing it. Storm looks away as best he could; he didn't want to see his dad naked. Let alone have his diaper changed; this has to be one of the most awkward moments for him.   "Aww, looks like my little baby soaked himself. That's OK, mommy here to change you and make you all clean."   Dill blushed but smiled as Dakota booped his nose. Storm was horrified as he knew he was next.   "D-does dad have... Like bladder problems? Or something…why would he just use that…"   Storm asks awkwardly. Storm's mom looked at him as she put a clean diaper under Dill.   "Unfortunately, he never learned to use the bathroom...And it's not because he didn't have time."   Dill blushed like crazy. Then knowing most Pokémon his age knew about his problem didn't bother him. But his son finding out his strange side was very embarrassing to him.   "Why? Did his mom and dad just not care?"   Dakota laughs as Dill made some clearly embarrassed noises that were super cute.   "Quite the opposite, in fact, your dad's mom and dad loved him deeply. Your dad has been into diapers before I met him, and I think he just didn't want to learn. Going this long kinda messed up his bladder, and doctors say he will never have control. So it's his own fault, but something I find very adorable about your dad."   Storm couldn't wrap his head around being into diapers. He just couldn't understand why anyone would like sitting in their own mess like a toddler. Did he like being mocked and looked down on? Storm wondered. He felt like he was already looked down on enough. Heck, he hasn't even gotten a girlfriend yet. He looked up, and she had finished his dad's diaper change. She picked him up and sat him on the ground. Suddenly the anxiety and fear come back. His body began to lift into the air as his mom raised her hand.   "M-mom, please! We can talk about this. I'm sorry, please don't do this! Ground me! Make me do all the work around the house! Anything, I'm begging you!"   Storm starts shaking and tearing up. He rarely cries, but this was so humiliating he just couldn't take it. Even Dakota felt a bit bad, but she's already committed; she couldn't stop now. But she would comfort him best she could.    "Aww... Storm... It's ok... Don't cry, mommy's here. I promise it won't be that bad. Best part is you won't have any chores or work to do. You just got to wear diapers, play, and just enjoy yourself like your dad. No phone though except at school."   She hugs Storm, and he leans against her, unable to move, still crying and Shaking. He doesn't even notice as his mom begins taking off his shirt and pants. Then when she removes his boxers, it hits me what she's done, and I cry more. He keeps his face hidden in his mom's shoulder. He didn't want to be seen like this. He didn't want to be naked in front of his mom or dad. Suddenly, a very childish yelp comes out.   "No, mommy don't please!"   Storm yells out loud, not even realizing what he's said. He just felt so small and helpless. Storm feels a kiss on his head as he's laid down on the changing table. His eyes open; his face beet-red. His body shaking, tears falling from his face. He watches his mom grab one of the plain white diapers, the same as his dad had on. She unfolds it and lifts his butt. He gasps as he's sat down on the diaper. He couldn't do anything, a 16-year-old eevee being diapered like a baby. Dakota smiles at Storm, trying to comfort him. She pets his head.   "Aww your going to look so cute, Storm! Just relax, I know it's scary and embarrassing, but it will be over quickly."   He blushes more as she powders his privates and pulls the diaper over him. The tapes pull apart and tape onto him in a snug way. Not too tight and not too loose. She clearly has lots of experience. Dakota puts her hand on the front of his diaper, and a lock icon appears, then fades. He had that look of anger now. As soon as he was released, he was going to remove it. If he could, that is.   "Can't have you removing this thing now, can I? This is some magic my mom used on me; no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to remove this. The only one who can is me; not even your dad could do it either. So don't ask."   He lies there on the changing table, mind racing. He's sitting here in a diaper; to him, his life is over. All because he was too curious and had to snoop where his nose shouldn't have been. Now, even if he was to give out his dad's secret, he would have to explain his own secret. His tears were still falling but slowly drying up. Just the pure humiliation remained. The paralysis slowly faded as he was picked up and sat on the floor by his dad. At least his dad got a shirt, but both were in diapers. Storm's face was so red as he tried to hide his new shameful diaper.   “Now let's get the rules laid out, kiddos!”   Dakota says, Storm looks down at his legs; they are hard to close from the bulk down there now. He hasn't had to wear diapers since he was 3 years old; now here he is at 16 doing it for another 3 months. If anyone saw him, they would tell everyone and humiliate him. School starts in only one week. He couldn't take being known as the diapered loser for the rest of his time in school. Suddenly, the realization that his mom might want him to use the diaper sinks in his face goes pale.     Dakota grabbed both Storm's and Dill's hands. She walked them both into the front room, sitting down, then pulling them both into her lap. Storm couldn’t help but look at his dad on his mom's lap. He looked like a baby; then he looked down, suddenly remembering he was in the same position. He was so embarrassed he wanted to die.    "Alright, kiddos. Dill, you probably know most of the rules, but I'm going to explain the rules for the next few months to Storm."   Dill lays his head on Dakota, who smiles at him. He begins to suck on his thumb, looking at Storm, blushing. He then hides his face in Dakota’s chest. Storm was trying to figure out if you can disown your own dad.   "Alright, rule number one. You will wear diapers for 3 full months, no exceptions. There are a few exceptions for Storm; once school starts, it's a punishment, not trying to make him the laughing stock of the school. But I do want you to learn your lesson."   Storm takes a sigh of relife. At least he was safe at school. He shifts a bit as his diaper crinkles loudly; his dad's diaper doing the same. Storm looks at his mom with a pleading look.   "Wait...? So d-does that mean I got to use it... To... You know?"   His mom smirks at him, a chill going down his spine.    "I was getting to that. No more trips to the bathroom. You can only use the diaper. No exceptions, not like you can remove it to go anyway. Gives you time to focus on feedings and playtime. Or studying when school starts."   Storm's eyes go wide. He looks completely disgusted.   "That's disgusting! Eww, no, come on! Seriously?!"   Dakota laughs and puts a hand on Storm's head,   "You don't have a choice, Storm. Now, rule number 3: you will both refer to me as mommy. No mom, no Dakota, nothing but mommy. This one stays even at school."   Storm blushes, mouth wide open.   "W-what about around my friends? I can't call you that around them; they will laugh."   She pats his head. Giving them both a hug.   "Oh, especially around your friends. Got to have some punishment for when you are out and about."   She giggles, making Storm blush, looking down at the padding between his legs. The words Curiosity killed the cat rang through his head. He shakes his head honesty wishing he was dead rather than in a diaper he was eventually going to have to use.   "Rule number 4: you both will act like you're 3 years old when at home. Well, Dill has to act like it for the full 3 months, no exceptions. Storm only has to do it when he's at home; while he's out or at school, you can act your normal age of 16. Rule number 5: If you need a change, you call me. There might be days you have to wear to school, or when we are out. Might not get time to change you. But don't worry, I won't let anyone find out.”   He just stares at his diaper, trying to tell himself this isn't real. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. He just knows he's going to be called a baby for the rest of my life. His mom sighs; she pats Dill's head. He’s clearly embarrassed to see Storm having to act like this.   "This is how we will punish you from now on, Storm. "Little" punishment. This is to teach you what's right from wrong. We don't believe in spanking or anything; we don't like violent punishment for reasons. But I'm sure the fear of everyone finding out about this if you don't listen to us will make you act good, won't it?"   He wishes she would just beat the shit out of him rather than this. The pain would go away, but the shame and humiliation would be forever. He sighs, shaking his head, knowing he doesn't have any choice.   "Yes, Mom...I'll be good. "   Dakota clears her throat, giving a glare. Confusion hits Storm. What did he do? Then it hits him; he groans.   "I-I mean... Yes M-mommy..."   He blushed so much. He hates calling her mommy. It's so embarrassing, he thought. He hasn't called her mommy since he was also like 3.   "Alright, I think that's most of the rules now. I think it's almost bedtime for my Little ones."   Storm looks at the clock, very confused. He didn't sleep till like 11 pm normally. But it was only 7 am.   "U-uhh.... Mommy, it's only like 7 pm...It's way too early."    He asks, hoping maybe she just thought it was later. She just nods, standing up, holding Storm and his dad in her arms. His eyes get big, and he holds on to her, scared. He hasn't been held like this for a long time. She takes his dad to their bedroom and lays him down.    "Goodnight, baby boy. Mommy loves you so much. Sleep well ok?"    Dill blushes, looking up at Dakota as she covers him up with one arm while still holding Storm. Storm makes a gagging noise. It was so gross to him how they spoke.   "Goodnight, Mommy! I love you, can't wait to spend time with Storm."    Storm rolls his eyes. This has been one of the worst and most strange days of his entire life. Dakota leaves the bedroom, shuts the light off, and closes the door, heading to Storm's room. She walks in, turns on the light, and lays him in the bed, tucking him in; she kisses his forehead and smiles, making Storm continue to blush. It was so hard to stop blushing at this point.   "M-mom...That's embarrassing…"    Dakota could only giggle; seeing her son like this really brought out her old maternal instincts. Flashbacks to when her own mom took care of her.    "Don't worry, you will get used to it, sweetie. You're so cute. Being a baby for a few months will fly by. But it's nap time, ok? Oh, by the way, you don't need to be changed, do you? Because you won't get one till tomorrow morning."   Storm's face goes bright red. Did she really just ask if he needed a diaper change? No way he was going to use the diaper, let alone get put in a new diaper. The first time was humiliation enough.   "N-no! I don't plan on using it...So you can give up on that."    Storm crosses his arms and rolls on his side, the diaper crinkling under him.    "Well, we will see; you will have to sooner or later. Unless you can hold it in for 3 months anyway. But good night, Storm, I love you. Even if you don't think I do."   She leaves his room, and he groans, but he couldn’t lie; she did tuck him into a really comfortable spot. He tried not to fall asleep, but his eyes kept falling. A yawn left his tired and worn-out body. Today has been so taxing; even if hes use to sleeping late, his body just began to give up as he slowly fell into a deep sleep.   DREAM   Storm woke up, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes for a moment before he suddenly flipped the covers off himself. To his surprise, I was still in my boxers. He smiled really big, relieved it was only a dream.    "Yes! It was just a nightmare! What a horrible dream."    He jumped out of bed, nothing but his boxers. He opened the bedroom door, peeking down the hall; he saw his mom and dad sitting on the couch, cuddling. Nothing strange or out of the ordinary, just a completely normal day. He takes a sigh of relief.    "Thank God it was just a dream...I mean, I was sure, but now I'm positive."    He left his room and went down the hall. He walked into the front room.   "Hey, Mom? Dad? I'm hungry. Can I get something to eat? Hello?"    He waved his hands very worried and curious, as they didn't respond one bit. Like he wasn't even there.   "... Mom? Dad? Hello?"    He walked in front of them, then his eyes went big. His mom and dad were suddenly younger; his mom was a Ralts, and his dad was still an Eevee. They were in diapers, laughing and playing with each other. Like they were children.   "Mom! Dad! What happened to you two?!"    Suddenly something or someone talks in a deep voice. This voice is absolutely terrifying. It made him want to scream, to cry. To grab his mom and hide behind her like a scared toddler.   "I changed them into babies just like I'll do you next."   He breaths heavy as he slowly turns to see a floating diaper just his size coming for him. He begins screaming, crying, and worse in the dream he pissed himself. The piss running down his boxers and legs.   MORNING   He sits up, screaming and crying, hugging himself; he was shaking badly. He pulled the covers back, and he saw his greatest fear. The diaper was still there; it wasn't a dream after all.  I sniffed and wiped my eyes when Dakota ran in. Horror on her face, terrified that something was wrong with Storm. He's never done this in his 16 years.   "Storm?! What's wrong?! Are you ok?"   She asks out of breath. Storm just nods, trying to stop crying.    "J-just a nightmare...It's fine, Mom, sheesh…"   Storm says, trying to be brave and just act like an adult. Dakota hugs Storm tight; Storm couldn't take it and hugged back. He hugged her tighter than he ever has since he was a kid. He laid his face on her shoulder, and she let him. They embraced for a moment before her hand moved down to his diaper; a squish was made as she did so. Making Storm realize what had happened.   "MOM! Stop!!"   She smiles and kisses his cheek.   "Oh sweetie, it's ok. Sorry, but I had to check. You are ok now, I promise. The dream's over, but its appares like that nightmare was very scary... How about we get you changed? It's a good thing you were wearing your diaper, huh?"   Dakota smiles, trying to comfort him. Storm's eyes get big. He could feel the warmth between his legs. But he couldn't believe it. His hand moved between his legs, hand over the diaper. He let out a whimper. He was wet. But how? He's never wet the bed. Even as a kid, he never had accidents?! So why now? As he was in disbelief, his mom picked him up to get him all cleaned up for his first big day.   Storm (Ch 1).odt Storm (Ch 2).odt Storm (Ch 3).odt Chapter 4+5   While relaxing in his mom's arms, something hits him. He's acting like a stupid baby crying in his mom's arms. Suddenly, anger flares up in him. He might be stuck in a damn diaper, but he wasn't going to act like one. He began to struggle and wiggle, just trying to escape his mother's grasp.    "Put me down!! I'm not a baby! I refuse to be treated like this!"   His mom tries to keep a hold of him before they reach the door to Storm's room; his elbow comes back and slams Dakota right in the face. This was a good hit too. He stops moving, eyes going wide and face pale. He watches blood drip down his mom's nose. Dakota's face glares with pure anger. She grips him tight, the most pissed Storm has ever seen her. But even though she was so angry, she never hit back. She wipes her nose before looking him straight in the eyes.   "You're in so much trouble! We might not believe in hitting you, but I'll show you something much, much worse. You think wearing a diaper was humiliating? Wait till I show you I've got a new surprise for you."   Storm was beating himself up over this. Making an awful situation worse. Not only that, he didn't hate his mom; he felt awful for hitting her. He wanted to apologize or say something. But he knows when his mom is angery its best to say nothing ot else it will only get worse. She carried Storm into her room and put him on the changing table. Storm kept his mouth shut as she began the removal and cleaning process. He was embarrassed, keeping his eyes closed when he felt the cold wipe cleaning him. But then it just stopped. He opened his eyes with just a peek. He was lying naked on the changing table. His mom was digging in her closet. She soon pulled out a new diaper. This one was no white like the last but a bright pink. Very girly and a color Storm would never wear. She began unfolding it, looking directly at Storm. He was very embarrassed.   "Don't you dare start struggling, or it will be so bad for you. I promise this will be more than a one-time thing. So Storm, did you know I always wanted a little girl?"   His mom smirks as she begins to diaper him in this very, very thick pink diaper. Much thicker than the last. He was trying to process what she meant by wanting a girl. Oh no, he thought. Praying he wasn't going to be treated like a girl, along with like a baby. She knows he hates anything girly.   "B-but mom...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…I feel awful."   She laughs as she begins to diaper him. Taking her time but taping it on, his legs spread farther apart than the last diaper. She locks the diaper, making sure this one won't be removed either. She had the most mocking smile on her face. "Aww, my cute Little girl, Stormy! Good thing you're the same size as your dad. I'm using the same sissy stuff I used on him when he pissed me off. So what do you think of the name? OH wait till you see this!"   His mom gets in the closet again and pulls out a pink dress. Storm starts to cry again. He wasn't even sure why. The humiliation, fear, and just feeling so small made him much more emotional than he's ever been.   "M-mom, please, I don't want to be a girl; it's bad enough I have to be a dumb baby! But I will not be a girl! I'm a straight man! I-I like girls and hate pink!"   Storm yells out almost like he was telling himself that more than his mom. Even though he's never dated a girl. He is a boy. He was supposed to like girls, right? His mom smirks at him before pulling the dress over his head. He yelped as she did so before pulling it down and straightening it out. The diaper couldn't even be covered by this dress.   "Don't worry, it's just today. You really pissed me off for hitting me, so this is what you get. Any other day you piss me off, depending on how much you make me mad, the punishment will change. I just hope for your sake you don't piss me off during school, heh. I don’t want to send you to school in a dress…but who knows what I'll do if you piss me off enough."   His mind raced, wondering if she would really send him to school dressed like this. He shook his head, knowing she would. This is his mother, and she totally would. He sighed, face flush with shame. He was done pissing off his mom; that was for sure. She pulled him off the changing table and kissed him all over the face.   "Who's momma pretty little girl!? You are! Yes, you are! Mommy loves her little girl so much!"    Storm was completely embarrassed; he couldn’t even speak. He was so embarrassed. Storm was then carried out of the bedroom and into the kitchen; that's where he saw his dad in a large highchair. It definitely wasn't made for a baby. Dill had pancake syrup on his face and was only in his diaper. They both seen eatch other, only blushing. They then looked away from each other before his dad began to giggle, then laugh.    "S-sorry, Storm, you just make a cute little girl. Guess mommy made you her little girl... Better you than me...I hated when she would get in those moods."    Dakota sighs, maybe feeling a little bad for Storm, but her anger makes her do crazy things. She couldn’t just change her mind. She had to see them through. She then laughs at Dill with his sticky face. The tray in front of him was an empty plate.   "Dill, you're a mess. Come on, let's go give you a bath. Stormy, you will sit here and eat some pancakes while I give your dad a bath. Can you handle that? If not, when mommy gets back she can feed you."   He gave a pout, looking away. Was no way he would let his mom feed him, but as he was sitting on the ground on his padded tush, his stomach growled. Pancakes did sound pretty good. He was very hungry; he normally eats before heading to bed. But last night he didn't get to for reasons. Storm tried to stand up, but the bulk from the diaper and trying to keep his dress down just made him eventually give up. He looked up to see his mom removing the tray from the highchair and picking him up. Dakota sits Dad beside Storm. He gave an awkward sorry smile before Storm was picked up and locked into the highchair. He felt utterly ridiculous. The tray was sticky, and even the armrests. He made a grossed-out face. His mom put a plate of pancakes that was all cut up on his tray.   "Alright, you eat while I bathe your dad. Try not to get your pretty dress all messy. OH, how about some TV?"   He couldn't believe she cut up his pancakes for him. Though maybe a small part of him kinda liked how he didn't have to do much. He shakes his head; he couldn't believe he was even thinking about enjoying any part of this. He looks up as she picks up Dill and turns the TV on. Of course it was baby shows. Mostly music that would make anyone over the age of 5 go crazy. Storm groans as she begins walking off.   "Mom! This is awful... This highchair's all sticky! At least give me something to clean it! How about at least shut off the stupid TV! Wait hey! My fork, you forgot my fork!!"    Storm yells, trying to get their attention. But no response. He groans and sits back in the highchair, crossing his arms, making the highchair shake a bit.    "Does she really expect me to eat without one..."    He sits there for a moment, hoping his mom will return. Suddenly it hits him: the sticky highchair, his dad's stickiness. He was eating with his hands. He looks down at the food, then rolls his head and eyes. He reaches down and grabs a cut-up piece of pancake. He watches the syrup drip off it before moving his head down to eat it. Trying his best not to get it all over him. The one thing that went right today was these pancakes. He kept eating, his hands getting more and more sticky. The music on the tv making him go crazy, but for a solid minute he found himself humming to the song as he ate before he realized what he was doing. He finished eating, looking around nervously. A sigh of relief hits him, seeing no one. He was done eating and just sat there watching the TV. He hated it; at least that's what he kept telling himself.   "I'm going to have this stupid song stuck in my head all day... Can I just grab a knife and cut out my own eardrums? Come on, Mom, hurry the hell up. I want out of this stupid thing. I would let myself out, but who knows what Mom would do to me next."    He shivers, then sighs. His foot began to bound up and down to the beat. He's a 16-year-old; he couldn’t like this music. This music was for babies, he thought.   "You know what, no…Stabbing out my eardrums sounds like it would hurt a lot…"    He sat through at least another few episodes. The time between eating and these episodes had to be about 45 minutes or so. His head began to bob to some of the music, the animations catching his eye. He was ok with the music, but the plot was a bunch of bull baby stuff. He even found himself humming and whistling to a few parts. Before he heard footsteps, his face went red, crossing his arms, acting like he was suffering. His mom walked in, then past him to a strange playpen he never noticed, setting Dill inside. But then again, he didn't know where the highchair came from either. Dad was again in nothing but his diaper. But he looked like a strangely tall toddler. His mom turned to look at him before smiling.   "Oh no, looks like we have another dirty baby! Though not as bad as Dill. He was quite the mess~!"    His face went red. He was only messy because he had to eat with his hands. Dill laughed.   "Don't worry, Son, you will get used to it after a while... Be careful if mommy bathes you, though she's rough. Heheh..."    He gagged every time he heard his dad refer to Dakota as ‘Mommy’. He just hated it. But suddenly his face went pale. Bath? He was already so overwhelmed. Surely she wasn't going to give him a bath.   "Oh, don't worry, I'm not giving her a bath at the moment, at least. I'll wipe off her hands and stuff with a baby wipe. I just got her in her cute clothes and diaper. I don't want to ruin the look just yet."   His mom says. But he was very confused about who this ‘Her” she was talking about was. Then it hits him; he lets out a groan. He really despised being called a her. As she headed over to let me out, the doorbell rang. “Oh, just a moment, Sweetie. Mommy needs to get the door.”   Storm's heart began to race like crazy; even his Dad looked up quickly, hiding himself best he could. There was no way his Mom was really going to open the door with him and his dad in view, wearing diapers. Anxiety flies through Storm, his body shaking, holding on to the highchair tray tight. She walks over to the door and just opens it up. Storm, hoping it's no one he knows or that knows him. If he's lucky, they will just think he's a strange little girl. He looks away, trying not to get his face seen just listening.    "Hello? Can I help you, sweetie?"    Dakota says, Storm hears a guy's voice. It sounds so familiar. He couldn't help but try to see if he could see them. But the door was hiding them. He decided to quickly look away again as his mom moved a bit.   "Howdy, ma'am. I have flyers to pass out for my school. It's to show off all the new activities we are adding because of the new generation of kids. It's also got an updated list of items everyone will need."   A long green leaf sticks out past the door. Storm's breathing goes heavy. He absolutely knew this voice. He turns his head, and right when he does, the door swings open by accident.  Very tall Grovyle flings his head back, making the long leaf on his head swing behind his head. He smiles at Dakota, being nice.   "Aww, thanks so much, young man. But why are you passing them out? No offence, you don't seem like you wanna do this.”   My eyes are wide as I stare at him. HIM?! Why couldn’t it have been anyone but him?! Storm screams inside his head. This was Bryn, the school bully. Well, he mostly only bullies Storm. Storm accidentally made some embarrassed noises. That was when Bryn looked in Storm's general direction, then to Dill. Storm's eyes widened as he looked away, hiding his face the best he could.    “Well, uhh, heh, neat story that is…Hey so…You got some cute kids, ma’am. One boy and one girl? Can’t you be that old to have two kids? You barely look over your 20s.”   Hearing Bryn of all people call Storm a cute girl just fried him. But he could feel his body shaking, his breathing and anxiety at an all-time high. His Mom just giggles.    "Aww, Such a charmer. Fine, I understand when a question needs to be ignored. But Thanks so much. The one playing in the playpen is just a bit younger than my little girl over there playing in her high chair."    The Grovyle laughs. Some of this makes Storm want to die. Feeling like he knew, and if anyone in the whole world could see through the diaper and dress, it was Bryn. He didn’t know why, but he was able to pick Storm out of a crowd.   "Well, she is adorable. But they are both quite tall for how old they should be. But I guess the new generation of Pokémon are changing a lot more than we know."   Bryn shrugs; his eyes linger on Storm for an awkward amount of time. Storm didn't even have to look; he could feel his eyes judging him.   "OH! Right, sorry, my name's Bryn. But can I ask a question? Where is Storm? I'm fairly sure he lives here."    Bryn looked up and down the road, making sure he had the correct address. Storm was shaking. He just knew his mom was going to tell him and his life was over. He was trying so hard not to cry. His emotions were getting the better of him.   “Oh, you know my little Storm? You a friend of his? Well, I'm sorry, but he's sleeping. Caught something yesterday, hoping he gets over it before school starts back up. But ill let him know you stopped by!”   Bryn nods and smiles. His eyes stray back to Storm. Why did this creep keep staring at him?! The awkwardness was just too much to bear.   "Oh, thanks so much. I would appreciate that! Heh, well, you let Storm know when School starts. I can't wait to see him! I have so much fun stuff to tell him."   Dakota smiles and nods as she shuts the door. Some laughing can be heard from outside. Storm's face was red, tears falling from his face. The emotions were now too great to hold in. There was no way Bryn didn't know about Storm now.   "M-mom! He knows! You promised no one would see me! My life is over!"    Storm says as he begins to bawl. Tears stream down his face. His sticky hands try to wipe the tears away. Only making himself more sticky.   "Oh, relax, Stormy. He seemed like a sweet boy; he wouldn't tell anyone. Trust mommy, she knows best."    Dakota boops his nose, making him smack her arm away gently. His eyes stray down to the table in front of him.    "Sweet? My ass. Mom, He is the school bully! He would pick on me all the time! Mostly me…never anyone else! It's not Fair! He's absolutely going to tell everyone ‘Storm's a big fucking baby who loves dresses!’ Why do you hate me…"    Storm yells, bawling. Dakota sighs, her heart breaking as she removes him from the high chair and hugs him close. Storm instinctively hugs back, crying into his mom. Her hand began to pat his diaper butt with a loud ‘pop’ sound. She rocks him a bit, trying to comfort him. He looked embarrassed but secretly loved when his mom cuddled him when he was so upset.   "Stormy,,, I don't hate you at all. Please don't say that. I love you deeply. If I hated you, you would have an awful life. What kinda kid can say they got to be a baby again for a while? No chorus or problems. Only playtime and diapers.  But…That cursing is going to be punished. Sorry, but you will have to learn."   Dill giggles, standing up in the playpen. His diaper is drooping already. He peeks over the oddly tall playpen.   "What about that thing your mom did to you when you were still…uhh learning, Mommy? That could be fun."   Dill asks, Dakota gives a smirk, looking back at Dill, then back to Storm.   “My oh my, what a wonderful idea. I think that's a perfect punishment. Nothing too crazy, well, for what we are used to.”   Dakota says with a giggle, winking at Dill.   "What are you two talking about?! Please no more punishments. I'm begging you."   Dakota touches Storm's tummy. It was like a strong muscle just disappeared. Storm wasn't sure what happened, but something was definitely gone. He looked up at her, confused as to what she just did.   "So, for cursing, I have unlocked your continence. Meaning the muscle that keeps you from going potty is all gone. Tomorrow I'll fix it. Unless you give me a reason to extend it."   The crying stops with the realization of his mom's words. His hands go over his own stomach over his dress, the crinkle of his diaper as he does so.    "Y-you're joking... R-right?-"   Suddenly, without warning, Storm felt an odd warmth beginning to fill his diaper. His face went pale. He was trying so hard to stop or even just feel it; if he didn't have his hands there, he wouldn't have even known what was happening. His face began to heat up. Shame over coming him.   "Oh no, looks like mommy's baby girl is having her second accident."   Dakota teased. This was the tipping point; he put his face into his mom in shame. He couldn't even cry. Just so surprised and terrified.    "Just change me...Let's get this over with, please."   Dakota pats his back and gives him a hug, discreetly checking his diaper. He was too distracted to notice.   "Well, I think you are fine. It wasn't a bad accident; you can wait a few hours at least. Tell you what, how about you go play with your dad in the playpen. Oh, excuse me, I mean your little brother.  "   Dakota says as she sits him in the playpen with Dill. The squish of his diaper made him gasp as he pulled down his dress as it began to ride up. His face continues to glow red.   "Can you teach your big sister how to play with toys and just be a good girl? I have some adult activities to do while my babies play."   Dakota says, walking off to the kitchen to begin cleaning. Dill's eyes light up; he grabs a bunch of his toys and other items in the playpen. As Storm watched his mom walk off, he turned to his dad to see him with the most clearly excited expression, ready to show off one of his favorite hobbies with his son. He saw this more as a bonding thing thing a weird thing.   "You wanna play? It will be fun, I promise! There are so many cool toys and stuff…it just takes a lot of imagination. It's fun to relax and just let the body take over and ignore the mind telling you how you shouldn't be doing this…"   Storm shakes his head; he didn't want to play; he wanted to cry. He felt like he was being abused. Storm was having the most emotional time in his life. So many new emotions and secrets from his dad. To him, his dad was a weirdo, and his mom made him into some kinda sissy boy. He just knew it was only going to get worse as he lay down, pulling his knees to his chest, shivering at what could come next. Dill lay beside Storm and gave him a big hug.   "Storm, Please dont hate me or your mom. We were well, uhh, you know most of the story, but…this was the same way me and your mom were punished in a way. Dakota hates physical punishments like hitting and stuff because of it. So in her mind, this isn't a way to…destroy your life. More like a way to teach you life has consequences."   Storm stays silent, returning his hug. He didn't hate them; he just felt like Mom was being more cruel about it. Storm sniffed, thinking as Dill continued to speak. “Look, so let's just try to have some fun, ok? We could find your little space and get you so comfortable you forget…if even for a moment.”   Dill finishes as Storm looks curiously at him.    "What's a little space? That another weird thing you do?"   Dill looked a little hurt. His chest hurt every time his own son mocked him.   "It's where you act small and forget about life. You pretend to be an age you aren't and just enjoy life. It will be fun, come on son…please?"   Storm looked unamused. He was not having this. He pulled away from the hug, sitting up. The shame and embarrassment were making him overly angry and emotional.    “Damn it, Dad, no! No way I'm ever doing that! I'm nearly an 18-year-old man! Look at me! Look what Mom did to me! This is all 100% your fault! If you weren't such a freaking weirdo and a creep. What kinda sane person likes diapers and acting like kids! I can’t believe you are my dad!”   Dill's happy expression went from happy to pure horror; his chest hurt badly. Tears began to fall down his face. His arms began to hug himself as he just began to bawl. Storm just looked away, looking down at himself, poking the wet diaper. He was disgusted and just blew up on his dad. He wasn't even sure what to do now. Dakota ran in basically and picked up Dill, very worried and confused.   "Whoa whoa? What's going on, sweetie? You ok? Did Storm do something?"   Storm flinched. Here it comes; this was it. His mom was definitely making this…Permanent. But Dill shook his head, hugging Dakota tight.   "I-I accidentally pinched my finger on the toy box. It wasnt storms fault…it…was nothing but my own fault."   Dill says. Storms' heart sank. Why would his dad not tell her the truth? He grabs at his chest. Was his dad still protecting him after the bad things he said? He began to feel awful. Did he hate his dad? Or did he hate himself?   "Aww, dose mommys little boy need me to kiss his finger? I bet he does."   Dakota asks. He gently nods his head, clearly not very in the mood suddenly. Dakota could tell something was off, but she kissed his finger. Hugs him tight before Dill lays his head on Dakota.   "Mommy... I'm tired, can I go lay down? I just…really tired."   Dill asks, Dakota smiles, kissing Dill's head.   "Sure, let's go lay you down. Be good, ok, Stormy?"   Storm rubs his eyes, clearly trying not to start crying again. He just couldn't understand why his dad was so nice to him after being so mean to him. As he watched him walk off to their bedroom, he just let out a sigh and mumbled very quietly.    “I'm so sorry, Dad…”   He didn’t hate his dad. He did love him, and he's a very nice guy and an incredible dad. He was going to have to make it up to him. He reached out and grabbed some of Dill's action figures, checking them out,    "I haven't played with toys since the bully mocked me for it... There for babies, he said...But at that time I had to look cool and like an adult. If not, I would be mocked more. Not like it changed anything. He found something else to mock me for after."   He held the toys close before looking behind him, making sure no one was around. With a small blush be began acting like they were speaking to each other. He gets this idea of his mom beating up the bully and treating him like he was being treated.   “Guess you caught me. But I am a baby, so I'm going to play with all the toys I like. The best part is my mommy's going to diaper you too. If you are good, maybe we can play with toys together.”   He giggles and pulls out another action figure, making it smack into the ‘bully’ action figure. As if it's beating them up. Imagining the action figure getting put in a diaper makes him laugh. “Aww, look at the pathetic baby! Hope you enjoy diapers. They aren't that bad after a while.”   He says the last part a lot less confidently, but it still came out to even his surprise. Suddenly he hears something move behind him. His shame and embarrassment come back. He turns to see Dakota smirking at him, clearly having been watching most of his playtime. He throws the toys farther into the playpen, looking away in shame.   "Aww, having fun, sweetie?"   Dakota asks, Storm shakes his head no. Eyes not looking at his mom, knowing he was about to be mocked and made fun of.   “Aww? Really? I think it was cute. My big boy playing pretend makes my heart burst with joy. You act like if you don't grow up as quickly as possible, we will not accept you. But just know, Stormy, if you wanna be mommy's baby, you can be one as long as you want. Just explore and be nicer to your dad.” Dakota says with a kiss to his head while bent down to him. Storm hated the diapers. He hated the dress. But the attention was nice. The care, the love. Maybe he was wrong? Maybe his family doesn't hate him. Maybe they deeply love him. It was a strange love, but if he wasn't forced to wear the dress and diaper, he might be having some fun. Maybe. Storm (Ch 4+5).odt

My humbling experience: Coming to the realization that after years of multiple back injuries/ incontinence, that trying to fix my bowel incontinence has become incurable and now has led to managing it instead. Being a DL most, if not all, of my life has at least allowed me to come to terms with wearing diapers as my choice to manage my bladder incontinence. But, I’m quite frankly tired of the involuntary bowel movements even after following a bowel program every night. Waking up in the morning not knowing if you’ve had a BM in your sleep or not, and finding out that you did, and it leaked everywhere, is mentally taxing.    After multiple tests and even a sacral nerve stimulator trial, that was a failure, has led to me being scheduled for an upcoming permanent colostomy procedure to better manage my bowel incontinence.    After seeing the test results, I didn’t know that things had actually been as bad as they are.