2011

(Chapters one and two are posted below; feel free to jump to the bold title if you want your smut right now) Hey everyone! Long-time ABDL fiction writer, longer-time story forum reader, and first-time thread poster here! You might also know me as Elizabeth Chambers on other ABDL social platforms. For the past few months I've been in a bit of a rut about writing - I just finished my MA in English, I'm in a new role at my writing-intensive job that requires more time, and I'm involved in a nonprofit that involves a different passion of mine. It's been a crazy 2026, and while I've enjoyed publishing my stories to Kindle (and the money that has helped me purchase a home and pay off student loans, thank you to anyone who has read my previous work!) I haven't felt the urge to work on a story in a while. Publishing to Amazon has been a nightmare recently because of the overload of AI-written stories and I'm wondering if it isn't worth trying to work on that platform anymore. Obviously, I love writing for the sake of writing, but this is also my side hustle which has enabled me to take a vacation without guilt, purchase an engagement ring for my partner, and afford a deductible on my car when it was broken into, so I'm gonna try and share new work in new places to move off Amazon to a different platform (Ream? Idk how to Ream, but maybe I would...). Per Amazon's TOC, I can't share books currently listed under Kindle Unlimited outside of the store... but there's nothing in the TOC about sharing an unpublished sequel! So long story short, I'm going to start sharing what I have written for the fifth book in my series, Diaper Discipline at the ABDL Academy, here on the story forum, and post chapters periodically as I return to something that's been in development for close to a year now. I'm hoping that posting chapter-by-chapter within closer reach of readers will be a stronger motivation to continue this work.  This book is a DIRECT SEQUEL to Diaper Discipline at the ABDL Academy Book Four: Emily's Exam, which you can read via Kindle Unlimited or purchase on the Kindle Store, BUT this is intended to also be a stand alone work, so no need to read Emily's story unless you feel the need! You can also find all my other work on Kindle at my author page, Elizabeth Chambers.  Alright, that's enough backstory, enjoy your (unedited since time of writing) smut! Diaper Discipline at the ABDL Academy Book Five: Kaslyn’s New Roommate  Chapter One Saturday, November 11th, 5 pm     I bet she’s here already…      I don’t think I ever wanted playtime to end so badly. Every time I thought about her, I started bouncing up and down on my knees in excitement, thinking about what we were going to do first.     Maybe I would show her all the coloring books that I’ve been collecting from my sticker chart? Or maybe I could set up a tea party for her, and I could introduce her to my stuffie, Hildegard.      Maybe we’d get to pick out one for her too! I wanted to know what her favorite animal was, what was her favorite color, what she wanted to be when she graduated, what her favorite books were… I wanted to know everything.     “Got any sixes?” Samantha asked.     She’s going to be perfect – and I’m going to be the perfect big kid when she gets here!     I remembered how tough it was on my first day at the ABDL Academy – everything changes so much, and so fast. I wished I had someone who would have told me all the tips and tricks, someone who would have been there for me to laugh and cry with through all the silly games and strict punishments. Someone who I could have waved goodnight to for the past few months through my crib bars as they were put to bed on the opposite side of my nursery.     And now, that empty crib would finally have someone.     “Kaslyn?” Samantha asked. “Do you have any sixes, or are you daydreaming again?”     Samantha waved her hand in front of my face. She didn’t even care that all her cards were in plain sight, I was holding up the game.     I blinked a few times, shook my head back and forth, and snapped out of it.     “What?” I asked, confused as I returned to the present.     “I said, do you have any sixes?” Samantha asked once more.      “Ummmm… no,” I said, scanning my hand. “Go fish!”      “Oh come on!” Samantha said. “There’s no way, you’ve got like eleventy billion cards in your hand!”     I had exactly seven cards – but Samantha was always one for dramatics.     “Go. Fish!” I repeated, laughing as she drew from the deck.     “You’re going to win, and you can’t even be bothered to pay attention,” Samantha scoffed. “Seriously, what’s up with you today?”     I was terrible at keeping secrets. Sometimes, Nanny Lucy would tell me little secrets – things like what was for lunch that day, or who was scheduled for stickies during playtime, just to tempt me to spill the beans.     I loved spilling the beans. This wasn’t even a secret, Nanny Lucy said that everyone was bound to know sooner or later. But I couldn’t help myself from acting like it’s a secret.     “Come here,” I whispered, beckoning Samantha over with my finger. “It’s a secret…”     Samantha smiled. Her eyes darted back and forth, and then she got on her hands and knees, and crawled over the pile of cards we had made over the last few minutes. She cozied up to me in my bean bag chair, trying to make enough space for both of us to sit in, and she leaned her ear in close.     “I’m getting a new little in my nursery…” I whispered.      “Shut up…” Samantha replied. “You’re finally getting a roommate?”     I nodded my head. Samantha leaned back in the beanbag chair, kicking her feet in the air. Her ankle socks with white lace swung back and forth as she squealed in excitement.     “That’s so cool!” she said, cuddling in a little closer. “I bet you can’t wait to meet her.”     My smile grew a little wider, and I leaned into her ear again.     “I already have!” I said, unable to keep my voice down. “We met last night!”      “A meet cute?” Samantha asked in surprise. “Girl, how did you swing that? I know Nanny Lucy wasn’t just letting you bring any pretty face into your nursery.”     I leaned back into the beanbag and sighed… I didn’t know where to begin.     “We met at the library…” I started.     And then what, Kaslyn?     I paused – what was I supposed to tell her happened after that. So much transpired in less than 24 hours, and most of it wasn’t pretty…     “And?” Samantha prodded, while also prodding my side so that I’d scooch over and make a little more room for her on the chair.     “And then, Nanny Lucy invited her over for dinner…” I said softly.     That wasn’t a lie… but it was skipping over a ton of details.     Like the part where I ran into her at full speed and knocked her off her feet, sending all of her papers and books into a flurry.     And the part where Nanny Lucy spanked me until I was dripping tears down my cheeks in front of her, with my soaked diaper tugged down to my thighs.     And the part where I was in timeout while Nanny Lucy convinced her to come back to the regression studies building with us.      And of course, there was the part where I was strapped into my highchair for dinner while I got to watch her eat her dinner at the table.      She must have thought I was so pathetic, and that wasn’t even the worst part.     “Ooh, that sounds so romantic,” Samantha teased. “And you got to chat?”     I blinked a few times… how much would I reveal?     “A bit… Nanny Lucy didn’t give us a ton of time alone.” I said. “But she said that my hair was really pretty!”     That was the truth – she thought I looked adorable in my big tails and little hair clips, something that had taken me a while to get used to.      And then… the worst thing imaginable happened.     “What else did she say?” Samantha asked. “That couldn’t have been the end of it – what came next?”     My face flushed red, knowing that we didn’t get much farther than that before I made a total mess of myself… literally.     “I… um…” I said. “I sorta… pooed.”     Samantha’s jaw dropped. She didn’t laugh – she couldn’t say that she wouldn’t have done the same thing with the way the formula ran right through us.      “No…” she said. “And she didn’t run?”     I shook my head back and forth – she didn’t run, she didn’t even make fun of me as I broke down in front of her while I made pushies into the seat of my diaper.      “Actually, she was so nice about it,” I said through a sigh. “My hands were bound under the highchair, so she put my paci in my mouth for me…”     As I thought back to that moment, I grabbed hold of my pacifier, the same one she put in my mouth last night. It dangled from a small strap connected to my onesie’s neckline, always within reach if I needed it.      And I REALLY needed it last night…     “Wow…” Samantha said, leaning back in the beanbag. “I guess that’s about as good as that could have gone then…”     “Oh, Samantha, it didn’t stop there…” I said.     My guard dropped – I knew I could be honest with Samantha, it just still felt silly sometimes to talk about being little, even with other littles. It’s not like Samantha didn’t get spanked, didn’t make pushies in her diapers, and didn’t get strapped into a highchair for meals.     But I was pretty sure what happened after that wasn’t something Samantha had experienced.     “Do tell,” Samantha said, cuddling closer.     “Okay, so Nanny Lucy gave her broccoli and she didn’t eat it,” I said. “And like, she probably didn’t realize that Nanny Lucy wasn’t playing around, so she panicked when she came back with a freaking bottle for her.”     “Shut up!” Samantha said. “She didn’t drink it, did she?”     “She didn’t have a choice…” I said back. “Nanny Lucy fed her…”     It was such a strange turn of events. I felt less like a weirdo, even with a load in my pants, as I watched Nanny Lucy drag Emily out of her chair, and toward one of the rockers in the back. Although I didn’t get to see what happened, I knew Nanny Lucy always got her way.      It probably went something like the first time she fed me in her lap.     “Calm down Kaslyn,” Nanny Lucy had said as she wrestled me into her lap. “Only babies fuss this much over milkies – so open that little mouth of yours and drink your baba like the little girl you are.”     I fought it for so long – but Nanny Lucy always won. And usually, she was right. She said I’d feel better with a full belly after being put back in diapers, and it worked.     When I had my first accident, she said I should cry as much as I’d like because that’s how littles handle big feelings, and it worked.     And when I had trouble sleeping, she strapped me down to that changing table and said she’d make it all feel better in just a few moments… and it worked. It wasn’t a romantic way to be given an orgasm… but it was the most intense one I had ever felt.      It knocked me the fudge out…     “That’s crazy…” Samantha said. “And she didn’t run away after all that?”      I shook my head back and forth.      “No, Nanny Lucy said she wanted her to see my nursery,” I said. “She helped, um… put me down for bedtime.”     Among littles being “put down for bedtime,” was a cute euphemism for a little bit of vibrator time, a rare treat that nannies gave us when we needed a little relief.      A painfully rare treat…     “Say more…” Samantha said, turning onto her stomach.      She spread her legs wide, her soaked diaper spreading her knees apart as she yearned for the details.      I looked back and forth, making sure the nannies weren’t watching. They really didn’t like it when we gossiped about dealing with our big girl needs, that wasn’t the way littles were supposed to talk about themselves.      We weren’t even allowed to say we came – they said we were “making stickies,” for nanny to clean up, just like everything else that happened in our diapers. And there was little to no foreplay, aside from a few humiliating words before the vibrator was pushed against my diaper on full speed.      “She followed us back to the nursery, and then Nanny put me on the changing table,” I said, slowly recounting the moment. “Nanny asked Emily to put my wrists in the cuffs for my diaper change, and… and…”     I could feel it too. That tingle in my diaper that nagged every single day. That feeling that really made me feel little and needy for my nanny, made me fussy when I was having a tough time, and made me submit to all the caregivers at the academy.     My hand drifted toward my padding – an act strictly forbidden by the academy’s rules. No touching your diaper, no matter what.      But I still did it… even though I couldn’t get myself off.     Samantha was trying a little harder. I told the story of how my eyes were blindfolded and my ears were plugged full of silly little lullabies, I knew Emily was watching as Nanny Lucy milked the stickies out of me, and then saw me get my diaper changed before being put in my crib.     Samantha wished it could have been her. She grinded her diapered crotch against the beanbag chair, shutting her eyes as she pictured herself being milked as well.      My heart raced. I couldn’t believe how something so embarrassing could make me feel so horny.      “Huff…and then?” Samantha asked.      “I… don’t know,” I said softly. “Something happened, but I didn’t see or hear a thing.”     I remembered being put into a thick bedtime diaper, and dressed in my footed pajamas. I felt Nanny Lucy pick me up, and place me in my crib where I was tightly swaddled in my blanket. And I remember feeling the crib bars shake as the opening was raised and latched into place.      “I fell asleep,” I said.      I was so worn out that I wouldn’t have noticed what happened next even if I could have seen or heard it. But when Nanny Lucy didn’t wake me up in the morning, I knew something had happened.      Nanny Hazel, however, couldn’t help but tease me as I was strapped down to the changing table. Then she took the headphones out, but left the blindfold on she started to undress me.     “Goodness gracious, Kaslyn – that’s a full diaper!” she said as she undressed me. “I can’t believe Nanny Lucy is gonna have TWO soggy girls to deal with every morning. TWO little mouths to feed every afternoon. TWO little bottoms to spank before bedtime…”     I fussed as she teased me, mumbling through my pacifier gag – and grateful that she couldn’t hear me as I hemmed and hawed over the humiliation.      “I know, honey – isn’t it exciting?” Nanny Hazel said while she wiped me clean. “I heard Emily won over Nanny’s heart pretty fast. The poor thing failed her maturity exam last night, they’re packing up her dorm right now.”     Emily?     I couldn’t believe my luck, she was going to be a little! I smiled around the pacifier gag as I was powdered, while Nanny Hazel continued to speak my dreams out above me.      “You two are going to be so cute together,” she said as she rubbed in the powder. “Wearing matching outfits, playing together in the nursery, cuddling up for story time… you’re going to get to show Emily all the fun you’ve been having since you started being regressed, Kaslyn.”     It wasn’t all fun and games… but it was going to be nice to share it with someone.  A new friend – or maybe something more.     “K – Kuh – Kaslyn…” Samantha said as she continued to work herself up.      Back in reality, I quickly pulled my hand away from the snaps around my onesie, realizing I had lingered over the naughty thought for a while. But Samantha seemed desperate enough to keep trying.      “Huff…. Come on Kas – wha… I…” she whined.     Sweat dripped from her brow as she worked her soaked diaper against the chair, but it was pointless. The diaper was much too thick to get enough sensation to orgasm on her own, and she should have known it. But being denied permission to make stickies on our own was enough to make a little desperate for anything at all.      “SAMANTHA LYNN WALKER!” A voice yelled from across the room. “Are you kidding me, little one?”     Busted…     I watched nervously as the playroom’s overseer marched across the padded floor, heel clicks muffled by the soft puzzle piece foam that covered the ground. She had a name I couldn’t remember, but nanny was going to suffice for what was going to come next.      Samantha’s head whipped around. Her eyes widened, her muscles tensed up. She had been a naughty girl, and knew that naughty girls got punished.      The little turned over onto her bottom, hoping to protect it from an opportunistic spanking. She was already crying by the time the nanny was standing over her.      “Care to explain yourself, baby?” the nanny asked. “What were you doing on your tummy, Samantha?”      Samantha bowed her head. Once you had been caught lying a few times in the regression program, you got tired of having your mouth washed out with soap, and then still getting punished anyways. She knew it was better to just fess up.     “I… was humping…” Samantha said softly. “I’m sorry, nanny.”      Her cheeks flushed. A twenty-something had every right to be embarrassed for behaving like that, but getting called out for it in front of all your classmates and friends didn’t make it any better.     “Unbelieveable, Samantha,” the nanny said as she pulled out her tablet and started looking up the girl’s file. “It says here you were just milked a couple of days ago – are you really that desperate already, or are you just a greedy little girl who needs a reminder to be good?”     Samantha sniffled, and shook her head back and forth.      “I’ll be good, nanny!” Samantha said. “Please, I’m sorry…”     The nanny tapped the screen on her tablet a few more times, before putting it back in her apron pocket.      “You will be, little one,” the nanny said. “But we’ll wash the naughtiness right out of you – there will be an enema waiting for you in your nursery before bedtime, a night in stinky diapers should be enough to get your mind off silly girl thoughts like masturbating, right?”     “Nooooooooo…” Samantha whined, falling on her back and kicking her feet. “No enema, please!”      “And a tantrum too?” the nanny said. “Sigh… I guess we can’t let this wait, can we sweetheart?”     The girl flailed her arms against the floor as the nanny closed in on her, but she was powerless to escape her grasp. The nanny scooped Samantha into her arms, and began to bounce her up and down.      “I think someone’s all tuckered out, let’s go put you down for bedtime, sweetie,” the nanny said, rocking back and forth. “But first, we’ll do that enema…”     She walked away with Samantha in her arms, and that was that. I was grateful that she didn’t catch me as well, or ask what caused Samantha to get so flustered. But I still felt bad for my friend – it was only natural…     Was it though? Was it natural for any college student to get so turned on by a diaper.     I poked at the front of my padding again. Under my onesie, I knew that the pink and purple hearts wouldn’t have faded yet, I was dry.      For now.     Leaning back in the beanbag by myself, I looked at the ceiling. As I stared up at the white panels and fluorescent lights, I knew that being regressed wasn’t a punishment.     “It’s a lifestyle…” I said to myself. “Diaper discipline is good for me…”     I had to say it to myself from time to time to believe it. I knew it was working – my grades were better now than before, I got more sleep, ate better, and felt healthier. But I had to give up so much along the way.     I really hope Emily understands what she’s getting into…     I knew she couldn’t. Even with the inside look she got last night, she only scratched the surface of my life.      Our life.      It’s her, myself, and Nanny Lucy…     “Kaslyn!” a voice called. “Your nanny’s here, time for dinner.”     I blinked again, and sat up in the chair. Nanny Lucy had been busy all day, leaving me with anyone who had the spare time to take care of me.      She was waiting outside the playroom, probably with a stroller so we could get to dinner. And I had so many questions for her… and about Emily.     “Coming!” I shouted, getting on my hands and knees to crawl across the room.     I’m coming Emily… I hope you’re ready.     Chapter Two     November 11th, 6 pm     “Annnnnnd up we go!” Nanny Lucy said.      It was the dinner rush in the cafeteria, and the floor was littered with scraps of food and globs of purees. Nanny Lucy decided it would be best to take the stroller all the way to our table for the evening, tucked away in the back corner.      “Oof!” I whined from behind my pacifier as I was dropped into my highchair.      “Alright, just a second, honey,” Nanny Lucy said. “Got to make sure you’re all strapped in – can you sit still for nanny please?”     I nodded my head up and down. My stomach rumbled, and even though the highchair and I had had our battles before, I sank into the cushioned seat and allowed Nanny Lucy to buckle me in.      Two straps were drawn over my shoulders and connected to a single strap that was brought up tight over my crotch. That was the one that was putting in the most work, preventing me from slipping out the bottom of the chair before I finished my meal. But it was also just the right amount of pressure on the front of my diaper to make sure I knew I was wearing one.      Two more straps connected to the first three around my waist, underneath my armpits, but above my hips. Those ones held me back against the chair, and forcing me to relax into the soft, cushioned seat.      This was the standard… but I never knew what kind of meal my nanny was going to feed me until she placed the highchair’s tray on top of the arm rests. If she told me to lift my arms up to the sky, it meant I was going to get to feed myself – chicken tenders, mini corn dogs, baby carrots, mixed berries, sandwiches cut into little squares, all the classic little foods.     But if she didn’t… then Nanny was going to feed me herself.     “Hands in your lap, Kaslyn,” Nanny Lucy instructed as she held the tray over my lap.     “Nanny…” I said through my gag.      “Ah ah, no whining,” Nanny Lucy said. “I heard about your little friend Samantha this afternoon – I know you weren’t caught in the act, but I know you too well to think you weren’t involved in this.”     I tried to look away from her – how did she always know? I kept my hands in my lap, and let her continue restraining me while I tried to think of a response. Nothing came to mind.     “Yeah, that’s right little one,” Nanny Lucy said as she lowered the tray over my arms. “You’re as guilty as you look, baby girl. Samantha’s got quite the night in for her – I think I’m going to keep your feeding privileges from you for at least another night, sweetie.”     Nanny Lucy locked the tray in place, and then grabbed one of my wrists. Underneath the tray, there were two restraining cuffs meant for little wrists when nannies decide their little is too small to feed themselves.     And then the two ankle cuffs on the highchair’s legs were the final piece of bondage, preventing me from swinging my feet out if I got fussy.      Not that I get fussy… alright, maybe sometimes.     I let the pacifier fall out of my mouth, even though I wasn’t able to put it back in my mouth.     “I didn’t mean to get her all worked up…” I said as I felt her work on my ankles. “I just… was tellin her about Emily…”     Nanny Lucy sighed, then appeared out from under the table with a smile.      “Well, I guess that secret has been spoiled…” she said, shaking her head back and forth. “How did you hear about that one, sweetie?”     I liked it when she talked to me like a big girl – or bigger than I was dressed as, at least. Dinner was always nice, Nanny Lucy was still in charge, but for a few minutes between playtime and bedtime, I got to talk to woman to woman with her.     “Nanny Hazel,” I said, “She was saying you were getting Emily, that she failed an exam?”     “Hmm.” Nanny Lucy said as she stood behind me, tying my bib around my neck. “Well, she’s right – I was going to tell you during dinner, but there’s going to be a lot of changes happening tonight.”     “Yeah – twice as many changes!” I said through a giggle.      She chuckled and stuck her index and middle finger into the leg cuff of my diaper. I used to squirm every time she checked me, but now I was getting used to it.     “A little damp, but only just,” Nanny Lucy said. “And it’s going to be a lot more than diapers, honey – you’re going to have to help Emily adapt to being regressed over the first few weeks. I’m sure you remember how hard it was on your first day…”     Boy, was it ever.     I remembered how exhausted I was. The checkup, the first maintenance spanking, that stupid orientation video…     And then I remembered finally meeting Nanny Lucy. The first friendly face I met all orientation weekend, after crying my eyes out over and over again, was the one that made me feel like I made the right choice.      “It’s scary…” I said.      “But you’re going to be my little helper, aren’t you?” Nanny Lucy said. “Emily won’t have to do this alone, will she?”     I shook my head back and forth. I was so excited to help – the first real responsibility I was getting in months!     “Good, now sit tight while I go get dinner, and then I’ll give you the rundown of what’s happening.”     She patted my head and then walked toward the kitchen to get my dinner. She’d pick the handful of jars my dinner would come from, and a plate full of big girl food for her. Sometimes I missed eating food that didn’t come from a jar, or wasn’t sectioned off on pink plates with plastic utensils.      And sometimes… I was just happy to be eating in the first place. Nanny Lucy made sure I never skipped a meal, and if eating was too hard, she’d find a way to make it easy.     I rotated my wrists in the cuffs. Being little was often an exercise in patience, with lots of short periods where I had to just sit where I was placed – in my highchair, my crib, my playpen, my bouncer, and on especially rough days, on my spanking bench.     While Nanny Lucy went to go get our dinners, I had to pass the time by watching the other nannies and their charges interact. It was a strange sight at first, but now I couldn’t tell you the last time I ate a meal without someone sitting in a highchair.      Even without my wrists and ankles, I didn’t have it the worst of all the other littles in the cafeteria. The highchairs along the back wall were about as bad as you could get.      “Up you go, Nicholas…” the nanny said as she lifted the crying boy out of his stroller and into the chair. “Let’s not make this any more difficult than it needs to be – you skipped a sleep and will be going to bed early tonight.”     The boy was overtired. Nicholas rubbed his eyes as the straps were brought around his torso and between his legs. Like me, he was put into all the restraining cuffs as well, but Nicholas’s Nanny wasn’t going to feed him his dinner tonight. Like the other boys and girls along the back wall, gravity was his server.     His cries were silenced as a pacifier gag was slipped into his open mouth, with straps around the back to keep it in place. The nipple was hollow, with a hole about as wide as a straw that allowed for a steady stream of adult baby formula to drip through the hose behind him. That hose was attached to a large bag hanging from a pole – and it would continuously feed the boy whether he wanted a meal or not.     “There, no more fussing, sweetie,” the nanny said as she used a burp cloth to wipe the tears from his eyes. “I’ll come check on you in a few minutes; my dinner is getting cold.”     The nanny walked away, and enjoyed a brief moment away from the demands of caring for littles. But on the other side of the cafeteria, rows of tables were filled with padded bottoms.      Some littles, usually the upperclassmen, got to feed themselves. And if they were on their best behavior, they got to sit together in large groups.      That was where the best food was. Crisp, crunchy crinkle cut fries with dipping sauce. Slices of bananas and strawberries cut up into finger-friendly chunks. Sandwiches and soups to dunk them in.      I missed crunch. I missed texture. I missed flavor.      “Dinner’s here!” Nanny Lucy said, quickly returning from the cafeteria line.      I missed real food…     Not that I ate much of it before coming to the academy. For years, I tried not to eat, maintaining my figure for sky-high dreams of modeling, or acting, or being an influencer. By the time I was in a position to enroll in the regression studies program, I could barely stomach food. I thought I’d balloon up and be a big failure if I even thought about eating a whole dinner, or eating three meals a day.     “Yummy num nums for baby Kaslyn…” Nanny Lucy said as she placed each of the small jars on the tray table, along with a pink plastic spoon, and a half-empty package of baby wipes.      Now I didn’t have a choice.     Three full meals a day – usually mostly mush, but sometimes I got little treats as I learned to appreciate food again. But Nanny was very strict about eating what I got, and wasn’t afraid to hold me in my chair for hours on end if I was struggling to finish it.     I was eating baby food, but I could still read it with what was left of my big girl privileges. Last time I complained, nanny blindfolded me so I wouldn’t be able to complain before I tasted the food.      “Carrots again?” I sighed as she started to unscrew the cap on the first jar.      “Better than broccoli, isn’t it?” Nanny Lucy responded. “The garden had an abundance of root veggies this year – I think carrots will be on the menu for a while until they figure out how to preserve them all.”     She dipped the plastic spoon into the jar and fished out a glob of the stringy, sticky meal.      “Open up,” Nanny Lucy said firmly. “Nanny’s got a lot of talking to do, so you just focus on filling up that belly.”     I obeyed, letting the spoon slip between my lips. The process of feeding me was imprecise – no matter how much I adjusted my head and lips to the incoming spoon, I always ended up with a little bit on my lips every time.     A little bit would end up being enough to drip down my chin. A few jars later, and I’d be wearing food as makeup.     “Ahhhh…” I said as the first bite touched my tongue.     Even though it wasn’t very interesting, it wasn’t bad. I liked eating, but that was a big step for me.     “Now, Emily is already in the nursery,” Nanny Lucy said as she prepared the next bite. “She’s going to be asleep, so you need to be on your best, quietest behavior this afternoon, okay?”     She’s here!     I smiled as I realized I’d be meeting my new roommate sooner than I expected. I was so excited to show her everything.     I nodded my head up and down as I chewed – knowing that I needed to do as nanny said, but not fully understanding what she was asking of me.     “I’m gonna be – MMPH!” I said as another spoonful was forced into my mouth.     “You’re gonna be a good girl, or there will be consequences, Kaslyn,” Nanny Lucy said. “I don’t want you getting all worked up when we get back to the room, okay? You remember how exhausting your first day was, right?”     I nodded my head, the spoon still between my lips as I pulled the carrot puree off of it.      “Good,” she continued. “Now, you’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other tomorrow. But I need you to be a good role model for her – no dirty talk with your playmates, okay?”     As she spooned more of the carrots, and then the mashed potatoes and gravy, into my mouth, Nanny Lucy continued to outline some of the changes that were coming.     Like how I’d have to get comfortable sharing my toys and books with her.     And that I would need to do as I’m told so that she would do the same when a nanny asked something of her.     And most importantly, that I would need to be a friend she could rely on when we went to the playroom for the first time, since she would only know me at the beginning.     As I polished off the end of the last jar, Nanny Lucy sighed, and looked directly into my eyes.      “I mean it, Kaslyn – I really need you to be a good helper for the next few days,” Nanny Lucy said. “Emily is going to be a lot of work to take care of for a while, so you’re going to have to be able to help when I need it.”     As I finished my dinner, I licked my tongue around my lips to try and clean myself up a little. The mix of food was a bit offputting, but it was nice to just be a little cleaner than I was before.     “I’ll get that,” Nanny Lucy said as she started to fish out a baby wipe from the package. “Do you understand me, Kaslyn?”     I nodded my head. I thought I knew exactly what she was asking of me – that I was going to need to show Emily all about being regressed at the ABDL Academy.     I was going to be bigger than she was, after all!     “I’ll be the best big I can be, nanny!” I said before she muffled my speech with the damp wipe.     “No, Kaslyn – you’re not bigger than Emily,” Nanny said. “You’re…”     I don’t know why… but I didn’t hear much more after that. I was already dreaming about how I would get to have the little friend I never had before – setting up tea parties for her, getting to play dress up in cute outfits that I pick for her, maybe even helping her with her homework!     I’m going to be the best big ever!     “Kaslyn, are you listening?”     Nope.     “Yes nanny,” I said instinctively..     “Alright, just… please be good for me, Kaslyn,” Nanny Lucy said.      Nanny Lucy was usually never this nervous – or at least she didn’t show it. I couldn’t believe how much stress Emily was putting on her.     But I didn’t know that Emily wasn’t the one she was worried about.     She took the highchair tray table off the armrests and unfastened my restraints.         “Well then, let’s not keep her waiting much longer,” Nanny Lucy said. “Let’s go check on Emily.”     She put me back in the same stroller she used to bring me to the cafeteria. It was a good decision, I was so excited that my arms and legs were shaking. I wasn’t going to be able to walk, and probably couldn’t have even crawled back to the nursery.      I’m so excited… Emily’s going to be so happy to see me!  

Happy birthday frosty, so what are you now about 4/5 lol.  Keep up the great work man. 

My appolilogies. Yes, I did say similar to this earlier as well. I have no idea why everyone seems to tailgate when traffic is completely backed up. It's not like anyone CAN go any faster, or move over for that matter. And you're still going to be next to get past the backup regardless if you're 2 feet or 20 feet behing them.

My daughter made me mac and cheese. Not much of a dinner, but we were at a barbecue and had a big lunch, so nothing further is called for.  I'm surprised more people here don't say "baby formula" or "baby cereal"...

So true!! Blizzards for dinner....food didnt sound good...ice cream sounded perfect. 😋