2011

If Gregiee was honest with Sarah i feel like she would take care of both him and Charlie. 

Betterdry is a good overnight diaper. They are quite good and even work for a side sleeper. I should know, I used them, I am a side sleeper, and they kept my bed dry no problem. About the only thing I disliked was that they feel and look really thin, and  the plastic backing is really thin and strechy. I like a thick diaper when I sleep, makes me feel more comfortable.

Little Bee: Chapter 9 As Nancy tapped away on her phone to pull up the online order apparatus for her favorite local pizzeria, she made a few calculations regarding just how much pizza would be required to satisfy both herself and the recently-Classified Little that now resided in her home. A small was always more than enough for when it was just herself, and while Jamie had voraciously consumed every last crumb of her lunch, Nancy figured that under normal circumstances she didn’t actually eat all that much. Jamie's petite, slender build and the fact that she would be outweighed by a decent-sized stack of books supported Nancy's conclusion that a medium pizza would be plenty for herself and the scrawny redheaded teenager. As Jamie had expressed no preferences towards any particular toppings, Nancy figured that a medium deluxe would serve as the perfect way to introduce her to, in Nancy’s opinions, a fantastic pizza place. With a few taps, the order is placed and paid for, and Nancy puts her phone down to inform Jamie that dinner would soon be served. “Okay Prin, I ordered a deluxe, you’re gonna love it. It’ll be here in 30 minutes, 40 tops,” Nancy says. She then sees Jamie still looking at the blank, black screen of her own phone, the features of her cute face marred by sadness. She was still dressed in just her pastel pink t-shirt she had chosen that morning, the thigh high pink and white striped socks Nancy had put on her at the Adoption Center, and the rainbow-themed diaper she had napped in as well as wet in her sleep. Nancy wondered if Jamie was even aware of the wetness or exposure of her diaper, as the waifish Little clearly had more pressing concerns. Jamie wasn’t looking at anything displayed on the phone’s screen, but the phone itself, as if she knew what was coming. She had spat out the pacifier that had soothed her while she rested, which now hung by the tether clipped to the collar of her shirt. Well, nobody said that caring for a Little would be easy. Still, there was a delicate way to do this, and Nancy had already figured out a way to potentially avoid a fight. She speaks to the saddened teenaged Little, her voice soft and gentle. “Hey, what is it sweetie? What’s wrong? You wanna tell me?” Nancy asks as she gently strokes Jamie’s hair. Jamie sighs and continues to look at her phone. Like any teenager, Jamie’s phone was incredibly important to her. It was a valuable tool for keeping connected to her friends, and more importantly, Leon. She had used it to alleviate her boredom, to find the answers to questions, and to manage the official Little Bee Discord server, where she interacted with her viewers and made important announcements. Damn it, she realized she still had to make an announcement about her retirement from streaming, because she was a Little! It wasn’t fair! “You’re going to take it away from me, aren’t you?” Jamie asked, her words heavy with the sadness at losing yet another symbol of maturity. “Littles aren’t allowed to have phones.” Jamie then holds out her phone in both hands, offering it to the benevolent Caregiver that had come to her rescue when everything was so very dark. Nancy had already provided her with food, clothing, shelter, and most importantly, love and support when she had lost everything and had nowhere to turn. The least she could do was repay Nancy’s kindness by not putting up a fight and doing as she knew she would soon be asked to anyway. She reasoned she might not have the emotional maturity to make something like this easier for the both of them for much longer, and she wanted to make the most of whatever time she had left. Nancy’s heart breaks yet again as she accepts the offered device. Jamie asked for so little, and it pained her greatly to deny the innocent girl something so simple as a smartphone, especially when she had spent so many years considering the device indispensable. Still, it was a monumentally bad idea to allow Littles unfettered access to the nexus of human degeneracy known as the internet. It could be a place of wonder, community, and learning, sure, but it was ALSO a wretched hive of scum, villainy, trolls, and the kind of people that genuinely reveled in being the absolute worst humanity had to offer. In short, it was not the kind of place a Little needed the ability to roam unsupervised, nor was it the kind of place that needed unsupervised access to Littles. Nancy looks down to meet Jamie;s gaze, her grey eyes filled with tenderness. “Yeah, yeah I was. I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but we both know it’s for the best. I know you don’t like it, and nobody is telling you that you have to, but thank you for being such a big girl about this, I really appreciate it.” Nancy’s words do indeed make the saddened Little feel marginally better, and she nods to convey both her understanding as well as her acceptance. Jamie still felt bad about the earlier pacifier-related tantrum, and fought mightily to keep her emotions from spinning out of control once more. Nancy had been right about the paci, and Jamie KNEW she was right about the phone. She’d known her for less than a day, and had already lost count of all the things the Caregiver had been right about. Nancy sighs before continuing. “Look, I’m going to get you a special phone, just for Littles, you think you can make due with a phone that won’t let you go into the worst parts of the internet? I’ve looked into it, there’s some really great models available that will do almost everything your current phone does, just with a few reasonable limitations. You’ll still be able to message Leon or your other friends, or watch videos and play games if you’re bored. There are some really neat apps just for Littles, even. Does that sound good?” Jamie hadn’t considered that there were indeed smartphones designed for Littles, and if Nancy was willing to let her have one, well, that was substantially better than what she had been expecting. Nancy was being very generous here, and Jamie knew it. Nancy didn’t have to do that, and Jamie reasoned she owed it to her to accept what was, truth be told, an extremely fair compromise. It would be limited compared to what she had just given up before it could be confiscated, but it would still be better than nothing. Jamie decided that she could settle for “close enough.” “Really? You’d let me still have a phone? Like…like just for me? One…with…with gaming? You mean it?” Jamie asked hopefully, amazed at the lovely Caregiver’s generosity and willingness to allow her to maintain as much of her independence as possible. Ah, there it was. There was the hook that Nancy could use to sell the idea of a Little’s smartphone to Jamie. Of course it would be the gaming angle that the redheaded Little would latch on to.  Gaming wasn’t just a hobby for Jamie, it was a core part of her identity, how she saw herself. She had likely already concluded that she’d have to give that up as well, which was making the identity crisis she was going through worse.“Of course I’m going to get you a new phone,” Nancy began as she stroked Jamie’s hair. “Look, I know that your gaming is important to you, it’s important to me too. It’s how I found you, after all. You know, looking at your test results, you’re most likely going to be able to keep at it too.” Jamie’s green eyes grow wide at Nancy’s claim. She loved gaming, it was her safe place in a world that was nothing but hard, jagged edges. She had used it as a coping mechanism, and had used it to find the sense of belonging and community that her life had so often lacked. She loved how the games she played engaged her mind, it was like a puzzle to be solved, one that she was terrified her regression would take away from her. In fact, it probably would. “Don’t. Don’t do that to me, Nancy. Don’t give me that hope. What if I can’t go back to it?” Jamie said, her voice gloomy. Nancy’s demeanor turns serious as she retorts. “Hey, what did I say to you this morning, when you were so angry? I said you can NEVER give up hope, and I’m not going to let you. I know you’re worried, anyone would be, so how about we don’t focus on that for the time being? You’re just starting your transition, so let’s see how things turn out before we give up on something, ok? We can see how it goes, and you can give it a try once things get a little more settled down.” Jamie nods, once again kicking herself for being so negative. “I can still have a phone though, right?” she asks, sniffling. “Of course you can, honey. You can pick whichever one you want. When we go clothes shopping tomorrow, I’ll make sure to get you lots of things with pockets so you can carry it around.  In the meantime, I’ll just hang on to your current phone, and if you get a message or something, you can use it with me nearby. I won’t even try to make you tell me the unlock code,” she says warmly. Another compromise meant to allow her as much freedom as possible while still acknowledging that she was a Little. Nancy was bending over backwards to accommodate her wants while balancing the realistic needs she hated to admit she now had with protecting her dignity. The boundaries were there, but the restrictions allowed her more room than she had anticipated. She was still fenced in, but it seemed like it would be a bigger yard than she initially thought. Jamie nodded again, accepting the deal before speaking. “How do you do it? How do you always know the right thing to say?” Jamie asks. Nancy chuckles and hugs the dispirited Little tightly. “That’s easy: respect,” the raven-haired Caregiver states while Jamie looks quizzical. “Let me explain. I respect who you are as well as what you’re going through. This makes it easier for me to take care of you and find a middle ground on most things that we can both live with. I’m not always going to be able to let you have your way with EVERYTHING, but I think that you’re a big enough girl to eventually come around and see that I was right.” Before Jamie can respond, the doorbell rings, announcing the arrival of the pizza delivery driver. Jamie suddenly realizes that she is openly wearing a diaper with nothing covering it, and quickly dashes around the corner, out of sight of anyone standing at the front door. Nancy signs the receipt for the pizza and tips the driver generously, and returns to the living room to see Jamie hiding behind the couch, peeking out to see if the coast is clear. Once again, Jamie’s effortless cuteness slams into Nancy’s face like a speeding 18 wheeler, and she realizes that her father was right, she really WAS in trouble, her gaze filled with warmth for the shy, skittish redhead trying her best to preserve her modesty. “It’s ok Prin-Prin, you can come out now, it’s pizza time!” Embarrassed, Jamie steps back into view, the source of her sudden shyness crinkling loudly as Nancy notices that the yellow discoloration has increased in size somewhat. “I…I wasn’t even thinking about what I’m wearing…” Jamie says, blushing a deep red. “Yeah, you kind of ran off to get your phone after you woke up before I could get your shortalls back on you. It’s ok sweetie, nobody saw anything.” Nancy says to reassure Jamie before changing the subject, hoping to distract the petite Little from her embarrassment. “So, have you thought about what movie you want to watch?” As Nancy sets the delicious prize down on the counter and pulls a few plates from the cabinet, Jamie answers the question. “Yeah. Um…can…is it ok if we watch Winter Soldier?” Nancy tilts her head as she places the food and plates on her coffee table, and goes about filling the sippy cup Jamie had brought home from Dairy Queen with water before adding a shot of orange flavoring. “We can do that, no problem. I have to say, I like your taste in movies,” Nancy says, pleased that Jamie chose the popular comic book spy thriller. Jamie plops on the couch, finally realizing that her diaper is wet as she sits down with a squish, managing to keep her expression neutral. “Yeah, that’s the best one.” Nancy turns on her television and pulls up the appropriate streaming service and starts the movie, then sits next to Jamie and hands her a plate with a slice of the deluxe pizza on it. Jamie can tell just from looking that this pizza is going to be amazing, and grabs a few paper towels in preparation for the coming feast. She didn’t want to make a mess of Nancy’s nice couch on her first day living here, after all. The two sit close to one another, watching the heroes navigate the twists and turns of the film’s story while enjoying the delicious pizza. Nancy spends more time watching Jamie, completely taken by the adorable way the sweet girl held her pizza by the crust with both hands while nibbling away, and how her eyes darted around, taking in every detail as she watched her favorite super hero defeat the villains and save the world yet again. It was so cute, the way she jittered and bounced with excitement and happiness as she silently cheered Captain America to victory. After 2 slices of pizza, Jamie was full, and Nancy wasn’t too far behind. “Okay Prin, how about we take a little break to clean up a bit before we watch the rest?” she says after pausing the movie. Before Jamie could protest, she remembers her resolve to keep Nancy’s couch clean. She agrees and allows Nancy to clean the pizza grease off her hands with a moist towelette that was thoughtfully included with the pizza, oblivious to her thick, crinkly diaper growing more and more sodden as the film progressed After that was taken care of, she sits back down on the couch and Jamie snuggles close, unprompted. Smiling warmly, Nancy places her arm around Jamie and holds her securely, pleased at Jamie’s display of affection before starting the movie back up. She gives Jamie’s diaper a quick squeeze and a few pats, and concludes that it should hold out until after the film’s conclusion. Even Chester made an appearance, joining his two favorite humans on the couch as they watched their movie, and was rewarded with a few affectionate pats from both Jamie and Nancy. As the film speeds towards the climax, Jamie’s head begins to droop as the weight of the day’s events start to catch up to her. The nap she took earlier had replenished her somewhat, but it was rapidly becoming apparent that her day was almost over. Jamie hated that. She hated that her mutinous body had taken these choices away from her. It was bad enough that her body had taken all of her potty decisions away from her, now it was going to take this too? As Jamie fought off her feelings on her own body’s traitorous behavior, Nancy stood up and turned off the television, which prompted Jamie to rise to her feet as well. Nancy checks Jamie’s diaper, and finds that she is SOAKED. “Whoa…” is all the Caregiver can say, honestly surprised that she had won her earlier wager about the rainbow diaper holding out. Jamie cringes as she feels the heavy, pee-soaked padding weighing on her slender hips, wishing with all her might that she could have her bladder control back. “It’s time for a diaper change, huh?” Jamie asks timidly, knowing the answer already. “Normally, yeah, but I’m thinking it's time for a bath, and then we can get you ready for bed. We’ll have some quiet time after your bath though, just the two of us. We can talk, and make some plans for tomorrow. How does that sound?” Nancy says cheerfully as she picks up the package of nighttime diapers and pats the drenched padding on Jamie’s behind to get her moving towards the stairs, their destination the upstairs bathroom that now belonged to the slender Little. “I was wondering what my bedtime was going to be, but I was afraid to ask…” “Yeah, about that,” Nancy begins, “I’m honestly not sure what your bedtime is going to be. It’s almost 8 now, and I’d like to get you settled into bed by 9 or 9:30. But, I’m going to just wait and see for these first few nights. I’m gonna see when you start to get tired, and make my decision based on that. So, YOU get to tell ME what your bedtime is going to be.” Jamie cannot hide her surprise at Nancy’s declaration. “Whoa, really?” she asks as she waddles towards the stairs. “I thought you were just going to pick a time and I wouldn’t get any say.” Nancy chuckles as she helps Jamie climb the stairs, the swollen padding of her diaper causing her ascent to be unsteady. “I mean, I COULD do that, if I were mean, but I’m not. Like I said, I’m just going to see when you start to get tired naturally and go from there. I want you to have some quiet time to wind down after your bath, and I don’t want a nightly struggle to get you into bed. So, I’m going to sit back and watch and see how things go, does that sound fair?” Jamie nods happily. “Uh huh, it sure does. Everything you say is fair, I’m kinda surprised, actually. I’m usually ready for bed by 10 or so, Leon always teased me for not being able to stay up late, so I probably won’t be able to stay up much later than 9 anyway.” As the two approach the bathroom, Nancy smiles warmly. “Well baby girl, you’re in a very unfair situation, so the least I can do is treat you fairly, it all comes back to respect, like I said earlier.” Nancy enters the bathroom, and begins to fill the tub with warm water and a bubble bath. The bubble bath just wasn’t for fun, there was an ulterior reason designed to protect Jamie’s frequently-damaged modesty. After having Jamie check the water’s warmth and getting her approval, Nancy sits on the toilet and starts to remove the Little’s thigh high striped socks. With that done, she stands up and grips the bottom of Jamie's t-shirt. “Okay Prin-Prin, arms up,” she says gently. Jamie hesitates, and she cannot say why. Nancy had already changed her diaper twice today, why was she suddenly so cripplingly shy? After all, she didn’t have anything that Nancy would find surprising. Jamie’s pulse and breathing quicken, and Nancy plainly sees the waifish Little’s discomfort and nervousness. “What is it baby girl? What’s wrong?” she asks gently. “This…this is really happening, isn’t it?” Jamie asks, tears of shame beginning to form in her eyes. “Yeah it is, you wanna talk about it first?” “Yes…no….I mean…I mean, this isn’t how I thought my first day after High School was gonna go, you know?” Jamie says, her voice wavering. “I can imagine. It’s ok, sweetie, you don’t have anything to feel shy or embarrassed about. I promise,” Nancy tells her in an attempt to soothe this sudden bout of self-consciousness. “I…I know, I know that. You’ve been so nice to me, but…but…I guess…I guess I wanted more out of life than to be someone’s helpless Little,” Jamie admits before continuing. “I just feel so…so defective…so…BROKEN!” Jamie then hides her face with her hands, and begins to weep for what felt like the thousandth time today. Nancy envelopes the sobbing Jamie in a warm embrace, and holds her tightly. “Shhh….shhh…it’s ok honey, it’s ok. You don’t have to hide from me, you never have to hide from me, ok? You’re not defective, or broken, ok? You’re just the way you should be. Please believe me.” “I…I want to…b-believe you. I know it’s n-n-not my fault I’m a L-Little…but I still feel like this…” Jamie says between sniffles and sobs. “I know sweetie, I know,” Nancy says as she holds Jamie tightly. “Jamie, do you know what Kintsugi is?” “No.” “It’s a really cool art form from Japan. It’s where you glue broken pottery back together with a lacquer that has gold or silver powder in it. It fixes the piece and makes it even more pretty in the process.” “Oh…I know what that is, I just didn’t know the name.” “I knew you knew what it was. You know why they do that? It’s to celebrate imperfections and find beauty in them.” “I don’t think there’s anything beautiful about having to wear diapers and be treated like a baby.” “I’m not going to treat you like a baby, Jamie. I’m going to treat you like a Little. I’ve told you before, there’s a big difference.” “Okay…” Jamie says before sniffling again, beginning to feel calmed by Nancy’s gentle words and embrace. Nancy continues. “I don’t think you’re broken, sweetheart, but I can see why you might think your life is. I promise you, I will put your life back together with gold, and it’ll be better and more beautiful than before.” “You…you mean it? Really?” Jamie asks, her voice hopeful as the implications of Nancy’s words sink in. “Yes Jamie, I do. I swear it.” “O-okay. I think I’m ready to take my bath now.” Jamie summons her willpower, and allows Nancy to remove her soft pink t-shirt, and then her bra. She couldn’t explain why, but being seen topless once again provoked feelings of self-consciousness in her. It seemed silly, considering what the kindhearted Caregiver had already seen today, and would no doubt be seeing in the future, but still those feelings remained. Jamie had never really been hung up on her bust size, even though she was a card-carrying member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, her chest was still in proportion to the rest of her slender, petite build. Nancy set to tearing the tapes holding the soaked rainbow diaper around her waist, and let the sodden padding fall to the bathroom floor with a heavy thud and Jamie stepped into the soothing, bubble-filled waters of the warm tub. “Is it too hot, Prin?” Nancy asks as the Ginger Little lowers herself into the water, noticeably enjoying being free of the thick diapers she had spent the day in. “No, it feels really nice,” Jamie responds as she gathers some suds and uses them to partially conceal herself, preserving her modesty just as Nancy had predicted. “I can’t remember the last time I took a bubble bath, this is really great,” she says happily. “Well, I can tell you that there are lots of bubble baths in your future,” Nancy says with a smile as she unties Jamie’s braids and unfurls the precious Little’s beautiful red hair. Jamie can’t help but smile at the thought as the warm bath works its magic and starts to relieve her tension. Nancy then requests that Jamie close her eyes, and activates the removable shower head to dampen her hair in preparation for washing and conditioning. She could tell from the clean scent of Jamie’s hair that she had washed it just this morning, but this was her first night with a Little of her own, and she had been waiting for these moments for far too long. She wasn’t about to wait any longer. Nancy tries to help Jamie see the upside of her predicament, and begins to talk about some of the positives. “You know, you’re not going to have to shave your legs anymore, right?” It was true. As their regression proceeded, certain physical aspects of a Little’s body reverted to a prepubescent state. Most notably, Littles lost all the extra hair that tended to sprout when puberty set in. She couldn’t say she’d miss it, but the loss of her pubic hair would be yet another reminder that she was no longer an adult. Still, she wasn’t going to miss shaving her legs or armpits, so she’d take the deal. “Yeah, no periods anymore either,” Jamie says, acknowledging a lesser talked about aspect of CGL regression. Her menstrual cycle would cease, and at long last she had found something to look forward to regarding her transition. No more periods, no more shaving, and she’d actually get to keep her bust, so all in all that part was a pretty good deal in her opinion. “That IS a pretty big plus. See? It’s not ALL bad,” Nancy says with a warm smile. As Nancy works on her hair, Jamie plays with the small mountains of bubbles occupying the tub. “So, I have to say, I’m a little worried about how you fell out of bed when you were resting earlier,” Nancy says, careful to avoid the word “nap” which seemed to give rise to all the wrong feelings in both children and Littles. “Um…yeah, I…uh, I guess I did. I don’t know what happened, but I won’t fall out again, I promise,” Jamie reassures the patient woman rinsing the conditioner from her hair. “I don’t know if that’s something you can have a say in, sweetie,” Nancy says as she goes to work with a soapy washcloth to cleanse the day’s trials from the appreciative Little. “I’ll tell you what, we can try again, but I can’t have you falling out of bed all the time. It was a lucky thing that you didn’t get hurt. If it happens again, I’m going to have to get you a bed with rails or something to keep you from falling out when we go shopping tomorrow, ok?” the dark-haired Caregiver states, hoping that Jamie won’t instantly jump to thinking that she’s going to have to sleep in a crib or something and balk. “I can sleep in a big girl bed and not fall out, you’ll see,” the Ginger Little states, unable to keep a thread of annoyance from creeping into her voice. “Oh, I know you can, but like I said, we’ll have to wait and see,” Nancy says with a grin, completely taken by this amalgamation of toddler and teenager she had signed on to protect. “We’ll get you a REALLY cool bed, with lots of room for you, Chester, and ALL the stuffies you want, deal?” “Yeah, deal!” Jamie says happily as Nancy pulls the drain plug and wraps her up in a few towels before helping her step out of the tub and patting her dry. Picking her up in a secure embrace, Nancy carries Jamie to the guest room and lays her down on the bed, then quickly opens the package and pulls out one of the thick overnight diapers and fluffs the padding. Jamie frowns at this development upon seeing how much thicker the nighttime protection is, but reminds herself that she knew this was coming, and silently dispels the objection that was starting to form. Nancy quickly diapers Jamie for the night, and produces her pink t-shirt and helps her once again don one of the few pieces of clothing she had brought with her from her old life. As Jamie fidgets and squirms to get accustomed to the thicker overnight diaper, Nancy begins to dry then brush out her hair. “Now, I don’t have a whole lot of clothes for you to wear, so you can just sleep in your shirt from earlier. I’ll run those shortalls through the washer and dryer so you can have them for tomorrow, and we’ll get you plenty of new clothes after we get you registered, ok?” the Caregiver says. “Ok, but remember, you said no baby clothes.” Nancy wanted nothing more than to dress Jamie in clothes as cute as she was, but knew better than to force the issue. “Of course, Prin-Prin, I haven’t forgotten. Like I said, you’ll get the final say over MOST of everything we buy tomorrow.” “O-ok, good,” Jamie squeaks, secretly dreading what wouldn’t be covered under “most.” She wondered, as time went on and she regressed further, would she even care anymore? The shortalls weren’t so bad, in fact they were pretty comfortable, and Jamie appreciated how well they stayed in place and covered her diaper earlier at Dairy Queen and the Build-a-Bear Workshop. Maybe she was worried about nothing…. The new Caregiver/Little duo sat on the guest bed for a while, planning for tomorrow. Nancy prepared Jamie as best as she could by telling her how registering as a Little usually went. After the paperwork that would establish Nancy as her Guardian, Jamie would be issued a new photo ID that would designate her as a Little and also allow her to access her stipend and pay for the clothes, furniture, and diapers they would need to buy. As they talked, Jamie leaned more and more into Nancy, snuggling close as her grip on wakefulness continued to dwindle. She didn’t mind. The soothing bath had calmed her, and with each moment spent in Nancy’s gentle, protective presence, Jamie knew that she had made the right choice in agreeing to stay with the woman she had formerly known only as 1-UP. Around 9:30, right on cue, Jamie reached the end of her endurance and was quickly falling asleep. She held Muttley tight, his fuzzy presence granting her the same peace he always did, only now he was needed more than ever to calm the uncertainty and fear that had taken root in her heart. Nancy tucked Jamie in, and placed her new friend Unicorny close. She then dimmed the lights and gently kissed the delicate Little on the forehead goodnight. As Nancy prepared to exit the room, Chester once again trotted in like he owned the place, ready to take over stewardship of the exhausted Little as well as collect his overdue pats and skritches from Nancy. As the sleek feline made himself comfortable next to Jamie, Nancy couldn’t help but smile, pleased with how readily Lord Chester Cuthbert Purrington had taken to this newest addition to the house. “Traitor,” Nancy said softly as she gave Chester a few pets to wish the loving housecat a good night. She then collected the wet towels, and exited the room quietly, hoping that Jamie would dream only of happiness and love. Nancy then went downstairs to run Jamie’s shortalls through the washer along with her bra and a few other things. Along with the small mountain of other necessities, she’d have to remember to get Jamie a decent supply of the simpler bras intended for Littles. They were not unlike sports bras, and were made incredibly soft so as not to irritate the wearer while also keeping everything in place. Jamie didn’t have much, but Nancy wagered that she would appreciate still getting to wear a piece of clothing usually intended for adults. Nancy herself was not someone who tended to stay up late, so she too was beginning to feel the toll the day had taken on her. She tidied up the living room while the washer ran, then when it was done she loaded the dryer and gathered Jamie’s bags, ready to call it a night. Nancy wasn’t sure how sound of a sleeper Jamie was, so she opted to quietly ascend the stairs, then crept down the hall to her own bedroom. She placed Jamie’s things on the floor, then changed into the pajama shorts and light tank top she favored sleeping in. As she laid down, she took a moment to once again revel in the happiness she felt, the same happiness that had prompted her to dance in the basement earlier in the day. She could feel herself smiling as she too drifted off to sleep, excited for what tomorrow would bring. Nancy’s slumber was not to last, as she was awakened by a heavy thud. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was a few hours since she had put Jamie to bed, and as she rose to investigate, she was fairly certain as to what the source of the sound was that had intruded on her respite. She stepped softly as she traveled down the hall to the guest room, and saw that her suspicion was proven correct as she saw Jamie, still asleep, laying on the floor in the dim light. “Damn,” Nancy sighed to herself. It looked like she was going to have to get Jamie a crib or a bed with rails after all. She doubted the redhaired Little would be happy about that, but even she wouldn’t be able to deny that it would be for the better. Nancy resolved to find a model of bed that Jamie could live with, while still keeping her from hitting the floor. As Nancy knelt down next to the sleeping Little, she admonished herself for forgetting to clip Jamie's pacifier to her shirt. Nancy corrected the oversight, grabbing the paci from the nightstand where it lay next to Jamie’s glasses and held it up to the petite girl’s lips, which she reflexively and easily accepted. The raven-haired Caregiver then gently cradled Jamie and picked her up off the floor, patting her bottom to both comfort her as she stirred and to check her diaper. Jamie had predictably wet herself, but the nighttime diaper was more than up to the task and would last until morning. Nancy then returned Jamie to bed, and tucked her in once more, all without waking the sleeping redhead. Nancy couldn’t tell if it was because Jamie was a deep sleeper, or if she was just that tired, and she really didn’t care. With the mystery of the midnight thud solved and Jamie safely returned to bed, Nancy once again exited the room quietly and returned to her own bed, hoping that Jamie would see things her way with regards to the kind of sleeping arrangements she so clearly needed, as well as praying that she wouldn’t roll out of bed again. Jamie had hit the floor in her sleep twice already, and that was far too many times in Nancy’s estimations. She had resolved to protect the innocent Little, and gravity itself was not excluded from that list.

I am not incontinent and was never a bedwetter, so I wet my diaper volitionally during the night and fall back to sleep. I get out of bed pretty wet with hopefully no leaks, my wife hates it when I leak and I don't blame her. I guess you could say I am well trained or untrained depending on perspective because within five minutes after I get out of bed well before my wife, I relax and mess my diaper, usually in the kitchen while I get coffee. I love the psychophysiological catharsis of warm poopie settling in my diapie and squishing against my perineum. This started at the dawn of puberty and set the foundation for my "love map." If I was home by myself and had the opportunity I would mess my underpants and wash them before anyone knew. This morning I am sitting here sipping hot coffee with my morning wet and potty filled Crinklz Aquanaut diaper, that feels sooo comforting that I actually tremble with pleasure. Fortunately. I don't mind cleaning up, only takes a few minutes and I am baby fresh. After I change this morning I already have a Classico v2 diaper out ready for my work day in the office. I'll wet my diaper throughout the day with discretion but no messy diapers in the office.

Woke up just before 5am, not intentionally I would add.  As I was awake I decided to refresh the stories page.  Couldn’t believe it when I saw a new chapter had dropped!  Nice surprise! I loved the scene between Paul and Harley for what it was.  She would’ve put me into little headspace in a flash with that care.  However I share the unease with her, her possible agenda and feeling she’s just too good to be true.  In her defence her resume suggests she has calling to this ‘work’ and her references checked out.  No one said she was like the sitter from ‘The Hands That Rocks the Cradle’.  We’ll see (hopefully!!)   Podcast, good idea  !!