2011

The phrase “Down the rabbit hole” would be a good way to sum up Heather’s current predicament.

That's a pretty good cliffhanger. I can't wait to see next chapter! Although I have a feeling Adam is going to get into some mischief and potentially trouble 😅

Alice gets a surprise visitor at the worst time. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️  https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I sat on my bed staring at the ceiling. It had been a few days since the party and whilst some things had changed it also seemed like a lot of things had stayed the same. It felt like Mom was tightening her grip on me, things were more regimented, there were stricter limits on what I could and couldn’t do. Some things seemed to be out of both mine and her control though. My bladder had never felt weaker. The day after the party I had been on my way to Mom to ask to go to the bathroom as per usual when everything suddenly released. Without knowing I had been that desperate to go I flooded my diaper. Instead of going to Mom to ask to be taken to the toilet, I had to humiliatingly ask for her to change me instead. I got a telling off for not coming to tell her in time and my excuse that it had happened very suddenly didn’t seem to wash. As a result, Mom had bought a training potty. I had been horrified by it, as one would expect, but I found it hard to argue it wasn’t necessary. In fact, in some ways I welcomed the change. Getting to the toilet was sometimes difficult but if a potty was kept nearby maybe I would have a better chance of proving to Mom I wasn’t completely hopeless. From then on it seemed like making it to the bathroom when I needed to pee became a very hit or miss thing. Unfortunately for me, it was more miss than hit. Thankfully, whatever was going on wasn’t affecting my bowels and I was able to go to Mom and get her to take me to the bathroom or the potty every time I needed to do that. It was even starting to become normalised, I no longer felt quite as embarrassed getting Mom’s help with the toilet as I used to. Having her stood at the door as I heard my urine tinkle into the toilet became normal, it started to feel like she had always done that. But Mom was out, and I was alone in my bedroom. She had changed me just before leaving and said she wouldn’t be too long, so I wasn’t too worried. The rules were still in place after all, I wasn’t allowed to go to the bathroom by myself. I would’ve used my computer but after what had happened at the party I was “grounded” from electronics like that. I didn’t even have a date when I would be allowed to use it all again. So, I laid on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for Mom to come home and tell me what to do. Like a computer program without any orders, I waited for input. The last thing I wanted to do was make Mom angry, the best way to avoid that seemed to be doing exactly what she asked and nothing else. The doorbell rang. I frowned as I sat up. I wasn’t aware of any visitors but, quite suddenly, my anxiety returned. I stood up and pulled on some pants and a shirt. The doorbell rang again as I made my way downstairs, I went slowly, almost hoping that whoever it was would decide no one was home and would leave before I reached the door. “Hello?” The voice from outside was familiar. I gasped and then covered my mouth as I finished walking to the bottom of the stairs and over to the door. “Kat!?” I exclaimed as I opened the door just enough to look out, “W-What are you doing here!?” “Hello to you too!” Kat said. She seemed surprised by the rather aggressive greeting. “I’m sorry… It’s just…” I was trying to get my head together. I was totally unprepared for what was happening, “I wasn’t expecting you. W-Why are you here!?” “Yeah, well, you weren’t responding to me on messenger.” Kat replied with a shrug, “But you gave me your address when we left college, remember? Told me to call in on you if I was ever in town?” I was trembling a little. The diaper under my pants felt extra thick and noticeable as I swallowed nervously. Kat stood awkwardly in front of me. I realised I was just staring at her as if she was a ghost. In some ways it felt like she was, a ghost from a past that was both very recent but felt like it belonged to someone else. “So…” Kat said slowly. “Oh, erm, do you want to come in?” I asked. I hoped she was going to decline but I couldn’t be rude to one of my only friends and turn them away from the door. “Sure.” Kat said with a smile. I shuffled aside and swallowed nervously. Hopefully I was the only one who heard the crinkling when I moved. Kat stepped inside and it felt like the two halves of my life were crashing together. I was thankful Mom wasn’t here, hopefully Kat would be gone before she got back. She NEEDED to be gone before Mom got home. It was horrible to think like that. I hated hoping my friend would leave before they’d even really come inside but I knew Mom would be back sooner or later and she would have no compunction about embarrassing me. I pressed my legs together and felt the thick padding bunched between my legs. With Kat looking the other way I quickly tugged on my shirt to make sure it was covering everything. “Shall we go to the living room?” I suggested. “It’s your house.” Kat replied, “We can go wherever you want.” There was no way I was going to suggest my bedroom. I couldn’t remember if there was any embarrassing stuff left out to be found but I wasn’t going to risk it. I pointed to the living room and Kat walked that way, I used the extra distance as cover to safely close the front door. When Kat had gone into the room, I quickly looked myself over. I could definitely tell that there was a bulge in the pants I had quickly thrown on, I could definitely faintly hear my own crinkling as well, but I had no way of knowing how obvious it was to someone who didn’t know what I was wearing. I took a deep breath and tried to remain clam. I just had to be friendly for a little bit and then Kat would surely leave to do whatever she was in town for. “This is a nice place.” Kat said as I walked in. Kat looked no different to when I had last seen her. A little taller than me, with black hair that she kept short and fashionable. She had a piercing on her lip that she tended to play with when nervous. She had taken a seat in her short skirt and crossed her legs. I slid sideways into the chair nearest the door. I wanted to move as little as possible. “How have you been?” I asked in what I hoped was a casual way. “Not too bad, starting a job next week so taking the time beforehand to visit friends before I get too busy.” Kat said, “How about you?” “N-Not much. New job, huh? Cool.” I replied. In many ways it was true. I hadn’t done a lot because what was happening at home took up all my attention and energy, “Do you want a drink?” “Sure, just some water is fine.” Kat smiled. I stood up and left the room without fully turning my back on Kat. I went through to the kitchen and started running the tap. I got two glasses and put them on the side as I looked out the window at the backyard. I was thinking about what Kat had said, about getting a job. It made me feel like I was being left behind. My best friend at college was moving on to the next stage in her life, starting a career, meeting guys, starting a family. Meanwhile, I was at home with no prospects of anything on the horizon. I was falling backwards, regressing rather than advancing. Was this how things would be from then on? I would watch distantly as people carried on with their lives whilst I was stuck at home with Mom. It seemed impossible to escape her grasp at this point and I couldn’t deny I had given her plenty of reasons for the punishments she had meted out. I imagined the next five, ten, twenty years… Sitting at home in diapers looking out at a world I was only tangentially a part of. I had a premonition of me being forgotten about by the world. I don’t know how long I was stood at the window, lost in deep thought, but I was suddenly brought back to reality by a hand on my arm. I jumped. It was a good job I wasn’t holding either of the glasses as I was sure they would clatter to the floor and smash. “Normally you have to put the glasses under the faucet for this to work.” Kat said with a chuckle. “Oh, sorry, I was miles away.” I said. As I started to actually fill the glasses Kat sat down at the table. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering where you had got to.” Kat said, “Is everything OK?” “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” I replied a little too quickly. I brought the drinks to the table and sat down opposite Kat. Kat looked at me for a few seconds and then picked up her glass. As she drank, I looked down at the table. There was a quietness as I tapped the side of the glass. Across from me, Kat swallowed her water and put the glass back down a little heavily. “Do you… not want me here?” Kat asked awkwardly, “I could leave if you want.” “No, I don’t want that, I…” I took a deep breath. For a flash of a fraction of a second, I thought about spilling all the beans, “Sorry, I’m just all over the place.” “I noticed.” Kat said with a sympathetic expression, “Is everything alright?” I nodded my head and tried to smile but I don’t know if I was too successful. Kat seemed concerned though she must’ve been completely unaware of what was actually going on. We started talking and I tried to stay as natural as I could. I don’t think I did a very good job as every so often Kat would stop talking and ask if I was alright. “I’m fine.” I said the fourth time Kat had asked, “Seriously, everything is just… great.” “You know you can tell me anything.” Kat said. “Yes. I know.” I replied, “I’ll get us another drink.” I took the glasses and stood up. As I did so I suddenly felt my bladder relax and the diaper wrapped so snuggly around my waist started to warm. I froze in place. It had come as a complete surprise to me. I hoped it was just the anxiety of the moment, but I wet myself and hadn’t even noticed the usual signs that I needed to go. Things seemed to only be getting worse for my beleaguered potty training. “What’s wrong?” Kat asked with a frown. I realised I had been stood complete still staring down towards my diaper and the floor beyond for several seconds. I mumbled something as I went over to the sink. The diaper felt even bulkier now. I worried about how much my butt must’ve been bulging as I turned on the tap. “Nothing.” I said over my shoulder, “You really need to stop worrying.” I was shaking slightly. I was acting so weirdly; I could hardly blame Kat for worrying. It probably seemed like the real Alice had been abducted by aliens and I was a poorly made clone replacing her. As I filled the glasses, I tried to discreetly squeeze my legs together, I wanted to assess how bad the situation was. I couldn’t excuse myself and change, if Mom came home to find me in a dry diaper, she would immediately know I’d changed myself and then I’d be in even more trouble. Once back at the table Kat started talking about some of our shared experiences at college. I was more than happy to indulge her. She did a lot of the talking and I only added the occasional comment. For the most part I sat and smiled whilst trying to ignore the wet diaper that was screaming for all of my attention. My eyes wandered over to the clock on the oven. Mom had been gone a while and would surely be back soon. I desperately didn’t want Kat to be here when that happened, but I didn’t want to be rude to her as well. I felt bad enough when I ignored her online, she deserved better than I gave her. When I allowed myself to be distracted, I did have a good time catching up, I kept having moments of realisation though. My eyes kept looking at the clock. “I need the bathroom.” Kat said after a little while. This was promising, perhaps it meant she was getting ready to go. “Oh, yeah, let me show you where it is.” I replied. I rose from my chair and started leading the way out of the kitchen. I heard Kat’s seat scrape on the floor as she stood up. “Erm… Alice?” Kat said slowly. “Yeah, just follow me.” I replied without turning around. The sooner I got her to the bathroom, the sooner she might leave. “No, Alice…” Kat said again. “It’s just up the stairs and-…” I started as I pointed to the stairs at the other end of the hallway. “Alice!” Kat almost shouted. I stopped. When I looked over my shoulder at Kat I saw her staring down towards my lower back, her eyes were wide open. My blood ran cold. I slowly lifted my arm and saw that at some point, somehow, the waistband of my shirt had ended up tucked into the waistband of my diaper leaving the white papery top of the disposable exposed to Kat. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mih8c6hf7ebc0a17 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2199138

Great story loving how you are showing their regression , curious to see Jamie family reaction when see his baby side , and more curious with this outing  Leo mom is gonna make they ride in a stroller ? Would be so cute rsrs  Can’t wait for the next chapter 

I have posted this on the adult disposable feed but havent had any response. So Im hoping to get some feedback here. What are these nappies like? Are they worth it? Do they do the job? Are they like premium nappies? Any information on these would be great and helpful.  Thanks