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Kayla takes a deep breathe.  She catches the smell of baby powder which smells good!  She feels more at ease  “They’re comfortable and I-i guess they smell good.” She said still nervous but for two reasons she was so confused.  No no this can’t be happening but she sees Dr joy light up with a pretty smile as she cooed at her as she brought the diaper up tightly between her legs and taped in place.  Kayla then realizes she’s going home back in diapers.  Oh no what will my stupid step mom think what about my friends.  I’m going to be the biggest baby ever she thinks to herself as she looks at her fresh comfy crinkly diaper. It looked like the teddy bear on her diaper was smiling at her!   

Tommy's problem - by The Attendent SATURDAY, 18 JUNE "Mommy, Kathy's here!" cried Susan. Kathy was short for seventeen, with a gently rounded face and short hair that excentuated her classic beauty and revealed her large eyes. Kathy waddled through the door of the Angleton's spacious home, struggling with her large suitcase. "Here, let me help you with that.  Jeez Kathy, we're going to be gone two weeks not two months," chided Mrs. Angleton. "Well, you don't expect me to wear the same outfit twice do you?" smiled Kathy as she plopped the giant bag in the front room. "John, can you take Kathy's bag up to our room? I need to talk to her," yelled Mrs. Angleton. "Susan, why don't you and help your father pack?" Seven year-old Susan made a pouting face that only seven year-olds truly master, as she stomped off to help her father. "What is it Mrs. Angleton?" "Since you've only babysat for us after school before, we never felt the need to tell you about Tommy's problem. You see, Tommy still wets the bed." Mrs. Angleton fumbled with her hands as she told Kathy something that was never spoken about outside the family. "But he's almost ten!" Kathy protested. "It's actually pretty common, there are a lot of boys his age that do. Anyway, all you need to do is make sure he doesn't have any liquids after dinner, and make sure he goes to the bathroom before he goes to bed. You'll also need to wash his pajamas and sheets every morning, and have him take a bath before breakfast. He has a rubber sheet on his bed so the mattress won't be damaged." "Wouldn't just a diaper be easier?" offered Kathy. "You can't have a nine year-old boy parading around in diapers every night," Mrs. Angleton frowned at the suggestion. "We have brought some along when we've flown the kids out to see their grandparents, but that's only when necessary." The Angleton's finished packing, and loaded the rest of their things into the car. Tommy came in from playing, and with his sister gave his parents a big hug.  It would be two weeks before his parents would be back from their vacation to Africa.  It was the first they'd had away from the kids since their honeymoon. John and Tricia had been planning for it all year, leaving just a week after the children were out for the summer. Tommy and Susan were glad to see their parents go.  Kathy was their favorite babysitter, and now they had two whole weeks of freedom!  No bedtimes, no turning the TV down, and no vegetables! "What for dinner?" Tommy inquired. "Boiled beets," Kathy said with an odd smirk. Susan objected when she was told to get ready for bed at eight o'clock.  She didn't think Kathy was serious when she promised to get the kids to bed on time.   Kathy had been watching Tommy all night, but he knew the nightly routine, and didn't want Kathy to say anything. Kathy set Tommy up to bed at nine o'clock, and followed a few minutes later to tuck him in. Tommy was already under the covers when Kathy walked in, the rubber sheet crinkling as she sat down. "Are you going to be OK tonight?" Kathy asked. "Sure, why not?" Tommy said, a little embarrassed at the question. "Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were warm and dry."  Kathy smiled with a knowing grin as she turned out the light. SUNDAY, 19 JUNE Kathy went to Tommy's room upon waking, only to find him taking off his wet pajamas.  Kathy walked over and started to pull down his pants. "I can do it!" claimed Tommy. "Oh, I don't want you to get anything else wet." Kathy said in her best baby-talk voice as she had Tommy step out of his soaked underwear. "Now let's get you in the tub." Kathy led Tommy to the upstairs bathroom and started the water running. Tommy insisted that his mom let him do this himself, but Kathy was having none of it.  Despite Kathy's small stature, Tommy was far smaller still and couldn't resist her as she picked him up and placed him in the warm water. "I don't need no girl to wash me!  I do it all the time!" Tommy exclaimed. "That's not what your mother said. She said that you need to be looked after constantly." Kathy claimed as she rubbed Tommy's head. Kathy proceeded to scrub every part of Tommy's body with a wash cloth and soap. Tommy squirmed and yelled while Kathy held both his arms in one hand as she washed his tiny penis.  After she let him out of the tub, Tommy stormed off, red-faced, and got dressed. Kathy was more than happy to launder the wet sheets and pajamas, after all, she was getting fifty bucks a day. MONDAY, 20 JUNE "Beeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeeep, click" Kathy had set the Angleton's alarm for six-thirty, far earlier than she would normally get up, but she had work to do.  Kathy pulled her jeans over her grey cotton briefs, and put on a red t-shirt before heading over to Tommy's room. Kathy tip-toed into Tommy's room, gently pulling back the blanket until he was completely uncovered.  A giant wet spot covered his pajama bottoms, the bottom sheets and his Teenage-Mutant-Ninja-Turtles shirt. As he laid there, Kathy couldn't help but caress his soft face. "Huh!  What are you doing?" "Time to get up little one." Kathy said gently. "Knock it off!" Tommy yelled as he splapped Kathy's hand away. "Don't you dare ever hit me you little twerp!" yelled Kathy as she grabbed his left arm with hers, stood him up and gave him one hard smack in the rear. "I don't need you, I'm not a baby" Tommy whined as tears dripped down his face. "Well then let me wipe the tears off of your big-boy face and get you out of those wet big-boy pants," Kathy said mockingly. Tommy spent most of the day avoiding Kathy, playing outside with his younger sister and her friends. While the children were outside playing, Kathy did a little exploring in Tommy's room. Before long she found what she was looking for in a box in the back of the closet, covered neatly with a blanket and a few odds and ends. While Kathy changed the sheets on Tommy's bed, she removed the rubber sheet and hid it away in the garage. A plan now clear in her mind, she skipped off to the Angleton's sewing room to begin her project. "Oooh, thanks!" exclaimed Susan, while Tommy turned around in surprise. The children had already eaten dinner, and were sitting watching TV in their pajamas before bedtime.  Kathy had brought them each a large root beer float for a snack. "But Tommy's not allowed to drink after dinner, 'cause he wets the bed," proclaimed Susan. "Shutup Butt-head!" Tommy yelled as he pushed his sister. "It's OK Susan, Tommy's never going to wet his bed again, so he can have anything he wants." After Susan went to bed, Tommy explored the limits of his new found freedom. Approaching Kathy cautiously, he asked for a glass of milk, only to find Kathy more than happy to oblige. As nine o'clock approached, Kathy led Tommy up to bed.   As they entered his room, Tommy watched suspiciously as she closed the door behind them. Tommy began to climb into bed when Kathy stopped him and pulled off his pajama bottoms and underwear. Tommy was used to Kathy taking off his pants at this point, and had no desire to provoke her. "Go ahead and lay down," Kathy ordered. "Why?" "Because I said so. Now do it!" Tommy immediately laid down on the floor, recognizing the tone in her voice. As he watched in horror, Kathy opened the closet door, and removed from the box a large bag of Huggies disposable diapers, extra-large.  Tommy jumped up and began to put his pants back on. "Those are only for trips, Mommy doesn't make me wear them at home!" "Well Mommy changed the rules, who do you think showed me where they were? Now take your pants off and lay down or I'll blister your behind!" "Nooo!" Tommy cried as he ran for the door. Kathy grabbed him as he turned the handle and dragged him off to the bed. Without hesitation she ripped the screaming child's pants off, slung him over her knee and smacked his bare bottom. The wild, rapid spanking continued until Kathy's hand throbbed and Tommy sobbed uncontrollably. "Now are you going to be a good little baby and let me put your diaper on, or am I going to have to give you another spanking?" Tommy nodded his head quickly as unintelligible words fought their way out of the blubbering child.  Kathy took this response as a yes, and lowered Tommy to the floor. Taking a diaper from the bag with one hand, she lifted Tommy's legs by the ankles with the other. Kathy opened the diaper with one hand and slid it under Tommy's raised bottom with a skill that only could come from years of experience with three younger brothers. Tommy sobbed and stared at the ceiling while Kathy drew the diaper up between his legs, pulling it tight while she taped the sides. The diaper was only slightly too small for Tommy, and fit him snuggly in the crotch.  Tommy was completely limp as Kathy pulled the pajama bottoms over his diaper.  The "overnight" bulk of Tommy's diaper was easily visible underneath his pajama bottoms. "Now lets wipe off those tears and get you to bed," Kathy said as she tucked Tommy under the blanket and stroked his cheeks with the back of her hand. Kathy walked slowly to the door and turned off the light as Tommy rolled over and buried his face in his pillow, still crying. TUESDAY, 21 JUNE Tommy awoke late Tuesday morning, sleeping in for the first time in several weeks.  He lay in his nice warm bed, placing his hand down his pants to feel the thin plastic. He started to cry for all he'd been through, but it was a nice feeling to wake up warm and dry for a change. Tommy laid in bed for what must have been an hour, not wanting to go down stairs, lest his sister see him like this, and unwilling to take his diaper off for fear of Kathy.  Kathy finally came into the room, carrying a container of baby-wipes and a sweet smile. "Good morning Tommy, how'd you sleep?" Kathy asked honestly. "Bad, 'cause of you!" Tommy claimed. "Oh, I bet you slept just fine. Now let's get you dressed." Kathy layed Tommy down on the floor, pulling his pants down around his ankles and untaping his diaper. Tommy didn't resist, nor did he say anything about his open bedroom door, afraid that Susan might just be invited in if he did. Kathy lifted his ankles in the air, pulling the wet diaper out from under him. She proceeded to wipe his bottom, making sure to clean deep inside his bottom. Placing the used wipe on the diaper, Kathy wiped Tommy's crotch thoroughly with the other. Rolling the diaper over the two wipes and taping it back up, she then dropped it into the diaper pail in the corner, the same pail that was not in the corner last night. Kathy helped Tommy out of his pajamas, got him dressed and took him downstairs for breakfast.  Tommy felt completely ashamed, horrified at what had happened, and didn't feel very much like playing that day Later that evening, Tommy and Susan came downstairs after changing into their pajamas following dinner.  Kathy stopped Tommy in the hall, pulled back the elastic of Tommy's pants and took him aside.   Kathy instructed Tommy to go back upstairs and take his underwear off, something that he did immediately. "Why does he have to take his underwear off?" Susan inquired, overhearing the conversation. "We'll talk about it later Susan." Kathy replied. While going up to bed, Tommy begged Susan not to make him wear a diaper again. Kathy explained calmly that it made it much easier for her, and that it really made it easier for him as well. Tommy pleaded, but did not resist Kathy for fear of another spanking. After getting Tommy to bed, Kathy went off to to sewing room to continue her project. WEDNESDAY, 22 JUNE Tommy awoke that morning and waited for Kathy to come as the day before. More than an hour passed while he stared at the ceiling and rubbed the outside of his pajama bottom, for no reason that he could understand. Finally, a bored little boy climbed out of bed and sat on the floor, the diaper's soft padding was comfortable, but the bulge in his crotch looked silly. Tommy played with his Leggos while he waited for Kathy to come. Another hour passed and Tommy was starting to get hungry as well as bored. He could see his sister through his window, already out playing with her friends.  Cautiously he opened his door out into the hall. Tommy proceeded downstairs, finding Kathy nowhere in sight.  As he looked out the back sliding glass door, he could see Kathy laying out by the pool.  Tommy opened the door slightly and yelled, unwilling to venture outside. Kathy either could not hear him, or was deliberately ignoring him. Frustrated, Tommy cautiously went out back, looking to in his neighbors windows for anyone who might see. "Can I take my diaper off?" an embarrassed little boy asked Kathy. "I'm sorry Tommy, I didn't know you were up.  Are you wet?" "That doesn't matter!  I'm gonna go take it off." Tommy proclaimed. "Listen to me you little baby, if you can't be trusted to go to the bathroom, then you certainly can't be trusted to change your own diaper.  If you touch that diaper you're going to get the spanking of your life!  Now come here and let me check you." Tommy approached Kathy slowly, only to have her pull his pajama bottoms off entirely. Tommy looked back and forth quickly as Kathy inserted a finger into his crotch. "Yep, you're soaking wet alright. Let's go upstairs and get you changed." On that phrase, Tommy darted back into the house, while Kathy picked up his pajama bottoms and followed. As Tommy approached the stairs, he saw Susan standing in the hallway with a look of shock and amusement.  Red-faced, Tommy could do nothing but run to his room and slam the door shut. "I saw Tommy with a diaper," Susan said with a giggle.  "Why's he dressed like that?" "Well since Tommy wets the bed just like a little baby, he wears a diaper like one too.  Now don't go telling your friends about your baby brother, let's just keep it our little secret," Kathy said with a wide grin. Kathy went upstairs to Tommy's room and found him under the covers of his bed. "Don't worry about a thing Tommy, I told Susan not to mention this to anyone else." Kathy proceeded to take off Tommy's diaper and wiped him clean before dressing him. Tommy was made to lie on the floor and was not allowed to help put his own clothes on. Several times during the day, Tommy was asked if he needed to go to the bathroom, each of which was met with a simple "no."  Later that night, Tommy was prepared for bed in the usual manner, but seemed resigned to the situation. Kathy was not happy at all with this new attitude, and decided to do something about it. THURSDAY, 23 JUNE "Time to get up sweety," Kathy said with a smile. "Come on downstairs, your breakfast is getting cold." "But I need to take my diaper off," Tommy protested. "We can do that in a little bit, now come on and eat your breakfast before it turns to clay." Tommy followed Kathy downstairs, stretching his shirt down as far as it would. Susan was already sitting at the table eating a bowl of oatmeal. Tommy walked by, only to have Susan pat him on the behind. "Is your diaper poopy?" Susan said with a giggle. "No, you little brat.  Now knock it off!" "You knock it off, you're the little baby.  Kathy even said so." "I am not." "Are too." "OK, both of you just eat your breakfast." Kathy interjected into the furious debate. Tommy hurried through his oatmeal, only to find Kathy too busy to change him. Almost three hours passed before Kathy found the time to get Tommy changed. This was just in time as far as Tommy was concerned, as he was experiencing painful cramps. Tommy was required to go to the bathroom at one hour intervals, including a visit that was supervised to ensure it was productive. Tommy had sat on the toilet for half an hour with Kathy watching before he was allowed to leave.  Tommy was also not allowed to go outside without Susan going with him. Kathy got the children ready for bed before dinner that night, over Tommy's strong objection that his bedtime wasn't for hours.  Kathy sent Tommy to bed at Susan's bedtime that night.   Tommy did not object to the earlier bedtime, after all, he was already wet and afraid Kathy would find out. Tommy had wanted to go to the bathroom after dinner, but was afraid to ask Kathy for what she might say. After an hour he couldn't hold it any longer, and released the pressure into his diaper. Tommy was thoroughly embarrassed to be sitting there in front of his sister, wearing a wet diaper, and had no desire to have his predicament known. On the way up to bed, Kathy stopped Tommy on the stairs. "Hold on, let me make sure you didn't have any accidents." Tommy could do nothing but stand there as Kathy pulled down his pants in front of his sister, and pronounced his diaper wet. "Alright baby, let's get you out of this wet diaper and into a nice dry one," Kathy said with a perky tone. FRIDAY, 24 JUNE Tommy awoke with an odd feeling.  He had gone through the entire night, and had not wet.  Tommy had dry nights every once in a while, but this morning was particularly important.  For all of the humiliation that he had been put through, now he would be able to laugh in Kathy's face. "Come on down for breakfast," Kathy said as she poked her head in the door. Tommy was more than happy to eat breakfast before getting dressed; Susan already knew, he was comfortable, and now he had the upper hand. After breakfast Kathy said she couldn't change him right away because she had some project to finish up. Tommy had to go to the bathroom, but he was determined to hold it in rather than give Kathy the satisfaction. An hour passed, and Kathy emerged from the sewing room. "Can you change me now?" Tommy asked eagerly. "Are you wet?" "Nope!  Not at all!" Tommy said proudly with a smile on his face. "Well then, I guess you don't need to be changed," Kathy declared bluntly. "Hey, I'm not a baby.  I don't need to wear diapers during the day!" "Then why did you wet yourself yesterday and need to have your diaper changed?  Anybody who prances around in diapers like you do, and wets himself during the day is definitely a baby. Now lets take you upstairs and get you dressed." Kathy took Tommy by the arm and began to lead him upstairs. "I'm not a baby and I'm not gonna wear no stupid diaper!" Tommy yelled as he tried to break free. Kathy sat down on the stairs and bent Tommy over her knee.  She proceeded to smack Tommy's behind several times, causing him to cry out of embarrassment more than pain. "Now if you don't start acting like a good little baby I'll have to take that diaper off and spank your bare behind for real. Now let's go." Kathy dragged the baby upstairs, who fell just limp enough to protest, but not enough to anger his babysitter.  Inside his room Kathy took off Tommy's pajamas and pulled a pair of pants over his diaper.   The jeans were not designed to handle the bulk of his overnight disposable extra-large Huggies, and constricted his groin. Tommy found it very difficult to walk normally given the bulk between his legs and his tight pants. Kathy ordered Tommy to go outside and play with his sister. Tommy didn't want to go, but feared what she might do if he refused. Susan was playing on the front lawn with two of her friends, Sarah and Janice. Tommy waddled over to his sister, trying not to be too obvious. "Hi Tommy, were playing house.  Wanna play?" asked Janice. "I guess," Tommy said while turning around to see Kathy watching him through the window. "I'm the mommy, Sarah's the daddy, Janice is the sister and you can be the baby," declared a smiling Susan. Turning beet-red, Tommy went along with Susan, not wanting to upset her into revealing his secret. After ten minutes of playing, Tommy was having sever cramps and could not hold off any longer.  As his bowels released, Tommy lifted his bottom off of the ground. The diaper tight inside of his jeans, Tommy was in considerable pain.  Despite this, it felt good to releave the cramps. Tommy looked up at Susan to see her cold stare. "I think the baby has a poopy diaper," declared Susan. Tommy could not believe that his sister would say that in front of her friends, only to remember that they were playing a game. Susan reached over and placed her hand under his bottom. Tommy wanted to jerk away, but if he didn't play along, what would Susan do?  Susan squeezed his diaper, forcing it's contents between his legs and all over his bottom. "Yep, it's poopy," Susan stated matter-of-factly. Janice and Sarah giggled, not aware that they weren't playing a game anymore. "I think I'd better take the baby inside and get his diaper changed," Susan said. Tommy stood up slowly as Susan led him inside by the hand.  He walked backwards into the house, so as not to show the girls anything.  His actions only served to make them curious. "The baby has a poopy diaper," declared Susan once they were in the house. "I'm not a baby!" Tommy yelled as he jerked his hand from Susan's. "Yes you are Tommy, and I don't want to hear you talking back to your big sister like that again or I'll have her give you spanking while I hold you down." Tommy shuddered at the thought of his little sister spanking him, but he knew Kathy was serious.  Kathy pulled off his pants right there in the entryway. The bulge at the back of his diaper was unmistakable. Kathy carried Tommy upstairs, his pants dangling around his ankles. Once inside his room she took a new diaper from his chest-of-drawers, cleaned him up and put it on him. Kathy took off his t-shirt and did not put his pants back on, so Tommy spent the day in the house wearing nothing but his diaper. SATURDAY, 25 JUNE Tommy woke up early saturday after a night of frightful dreams.  He decided that he couldn't take any more humiliation and abuse, and would do something about it. Tommy had not been allowed to wear his pajamas to bed, so he stood in the middle of the room just wearing his diaper. He wanted to take it off so badly, but fear and self doubt gripped him. What would Kathy do if she found out?  Was he just a baby after all?  In a fit of rage Tommy tore away at the tapes, tearing the plastic and throwing the diaper into the corner. Free at last, he would go to Steve's house down the street, and tell Steve's parents what happened.  Surely they wouldn't take Kathy's side? Tommy opened the top drawer of his chest-of-drawers, looking for his underwear but finding nothing but a drawer full of diapers and baby-wipes.  He opened his other two drawers and found them both empty, his clothes gone. Tommy ran to his closet and found nothing but toys and the box were his diapers used to hide. Naked and scared, Tommy thought about puting his used diaper back on and acting like nothing had happened. That was useless though, he had ripped the plastic and surely Kathy would notice. He could put a clean one on, but he couldn't bring himself to play into her game. Grabbing the blanket from his bed, Tommy wrapped himself up and peered out his bedroom door.  No one was in the hall, and he had heard no one down stairs.  Creeping quietly down to the front door, Tommy closed it softly behind him and walked slowly down the driveway. "Where are you going, baby?" Susan said from here window. "Just for a walk, I'll be back in a bit." "Babies aren't allowed to go for walks, I'm telling Kathy," Susan said as she disappeared from the window. Taking his cue, Tommy bolted down the street for Steve's house.  He had gotten no more than five houses down when the door flew open and Kathy came running out in his mother's bathrobe. "Come back here now, or I'll blister your butt!" Kathy roared. Looking back, Tommy tripped over the blanket and stumbled to the sidewalk. Rolling and getting to his feet, Tommy ran down the street leaving the blanket behind. Determination aside, Kathy was bigger and faster, and eventually caught the child.  Kicking and screaming, Kathy carried him back to his blanket and wrapped him in it. Tommy knew what was in store for him, and Kathy was not one to disapoint. Laying him over her knee on the front room couch, Kathy smacked Tommy's little bottom until both her hand and his cheeks were bright red. Kathy then invited Susan over, placed Tommy over her lap, and encouraged Susan to spank him as hard as she could.  Susan's light-weight slap's were still incredibly painful on Tommy's already swollen behind. Tommy wanted to push little Susan away, but knew that the the response from Kathy would only be worse. Back in his diaper, Tommy sat in front of the TV while Susan kept an eye on him. Every once in a while, Susan would come over and check his diaper. Tommy allowed this rather than having Susan yell and bring Kathy out of the sewing room. After a few hours, Kathy did just that. Kathy was holding in her hands something yellow and fuzzy. Tommy looked up from the cartoons to examine this creation.  It was a pair of yellow sleeper pajamas about his size. The pajamas had no little pads on the feet, and there were mittens over the hands, only without thumbs. A zipper extended part way up the back and stopped at the neck where the clasp was covered with a fold-over snap. The crotch of the pajamas had zippers on either side going from the waist to just between the legs. The top of this flag had more snaps. "What's that for?" Tommy asked with fear obvious in his voice. "I thought you might like some new pajamas Tommy, so I used an old design and modified it a bit. It's amazing what benefits you can get from a Home-Ec class." Kathy smiled. "The crotch is designed so I can change your diaper without even having to take the pajamas off.  It even has a plastic backing so we won't make a mess when cleaning up those really nasty diapers." Kathy layed the pajamas face down on the floor next to Tommy.  With a sharp tug she unsnapped the zipper guard.  It was obviously a very strong snap. Kathy then unzipped the pajamas, picked up Tommy and pushed him in feet-first. She then pushed each of Tommy's arms into the sleeves and sealed the pajamas up. Tommy couldn't extend either his legs or his arms fully. The mittens over the hands had thick padding on the inside and elastic around the wrist. "It's too small." Tommy said. "I think it fits fine Tommy, now isn't it better than just wearing your diaper?" Tommy tried to stand up but couldn't even hold himself up on his knees, the legs were just too short. "You made them wrong!  I can't stand up!  Take them off now!" Tommy demanded as he started to cry. "Now why would a little baby like you need to stand anyway?" Kathy replied. In a fit of rage, Tommy thrashed about, pushing and pulling on the pajama fabric. Tommy tried to reach down and undo the snaps in the crotch, but found he couldn't grasp anything with the pajama's mittens. Tommy tried to reach behind him and undo the zipper guard, but his arms couldn't reach that far with the short sleeves. Grinning with a look of self-satisfaction, Kathy left Tommy laying there and went upstairs. An hour later, Kathy came down and announced that it was time for bed. "I can't move 'cause you made your stupid pajamas wrong." Tommy said with a pout. "Oh don't be silly Tommy, I'm sure you can still crawl.  Now do you want to come upstairs on your own, or do you want me to carry you like an infant?" With that, Tommy got up on his hands and knees and crawled up the stairs to his bedroom.  To his surprise, his room didn't look like his at all.  His bed had been replaced by his sister's old crib.  Kathy lifted Tommy off of the floor and on to his new changing table. Kathy strapped him in about his waist and proceeded to change him through the snaps on his legs. "Oh what a messy little baby you've been today." Kathy declared. Once changed, Kathy put the baby in his crib, raised the side rail and turned off the light without another word. Tommy laid on his back for hours in the dark, crying and thinking. He had already wet himself. The wetting seemed to happen almost without his noticing, despite the fact that he was wide awake. When he was certain Kathy had gone to bed, Tommy rolled over on to his stomach and tried to pull himself into a standing position. The mittens prevented him from grabbing the bars of the crib, but after much struggling he managed to stand himself up. His knees were still bent from the too-short pajama legs, and try as he might Tommy couldn't pull himself up to or over the crib rail.  Tommy fell back crying himself to sleep. SUNDAY, 26 JUNE After getting his morning changing, Tommy was carried downstairs for breakfast.  The high-chair didn't particularly surprise him. Tommy was placed in the chair, a bib placed around his neck and the tray slid up tight to hold him in place. Susan was in charge of feeding baby Tommy, who only protested until Kathy gave him a stern look. After breakfast, Tommy was placed in his playpen in front of the TV and watched by his "big" sister.  After Susan decided to turn off the TV and read one of her books, Tommy was bored enough to start playing with some of the baby toys that had been put in the playpen.  Tommy was given a bottle by his sister and told to finish it off completely. Tommy refused until Susan started to call for Kathy, after which he began sucking wildly.  Whatever was in the bottle wasn't milk, but Tommy was in no position to complain. Tommy had spent all of the morning in his playpen, when he felt a suddenly felt his bowels move. Tommy either had no ability or no desire to stop it, he wasn't sure which.  Susan had been watching Tommy intently, and immediately noticed his discomfort and bulge in his diaper. "Does baby need to be changed?" Susan asked with glee. Susan unlatched one side of the playpen and began to roll her baby brother on his back. Tommy kicked and wailed his arms about. "Do you wanna get a spanking?" Tommy remembered Susan spanking him yesterday, and how much it hurt.  He wasn't sure whether it was fear of Susan or Kathy, but Tommy relaxed and let Susan change his diaper.  Although he didn't like the idea of his sister changing him, the clean diaper felt good. MONDAY, 27 JUNE Tommy had drank his nighttime bottle without thinking much of it.  The previous day had been sort of a blur of feedings and changings.  Like the day before, Tommy was lifted from his crib by Kathy for his morning changing, took his morning feeding from Susan and placed in his playpen for the day. Tommy didn't enjoy his new role as baby of the family, but he had started to accept the idea. "I have to go to the store for a while, will you watch the baby Susan?" "Sure!" Susan replied. As soon as Kathy was out the door, Susan was on the phone. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Tommy could hear Janice and Sarah's voices in the hall and began to panic. Tommy struggled to stand, but even if he could he had no way to get out of the playpen. "Here's my new baby brother," Susan pronouced. Janice and Sarah rushed over to the playpen. "Oh, he's so cute!  What an adorable baby!" Janice declared. "And look at his diaper, you can see it through his sleeper!" Sarah replied. Tommy turned red and started to cry. "He's crying!" Janice shouted with glee.  "I bet he wants his bottle." Susan released one side of the playpen and ordered her baby brother to crawl out. Tommy followed his big sister's orders and crawled over to where Janice and Sarah were sitting on the couch. "He's crawling just like a little baby! How cute," Janice smiled. Janice helped the baby on to the couch and laid him in her lap. Susan handed Janice a bottle, and she began to feed the baby. Not wanting to upset his big sister, Tommy sucked down the whole bottle. "I think we need to check the baby's diaper," Sarah offered. Sarah pulled several snaps between the baby's legs and placed a finger between his crotch and the elastic leg of his diaper.  Tommy didn't remember wetting himself, but now he noticed that he did need to be changed. "He's wet alright, can I change him?" Sarah asked. "Sure, I'll get the baby wipes," Susan replied. Sarah laid Tommy on the floor and unsnapped the rest of his pajamas to reveal his diaper.  The snaps did not go down far enough to allow the baby to pull his legs out.  Sarah cleaned his diaper area thoroughly, powdered him and pulled a nice clean diaper tightly up through his legs and taped it firmly in place. Tommy was kept out of his playpen and made to crawl on the floor for the girls ammusement. After an hour or so of playing, Kathy returned to see the children playing with their new toy. "My friends just came over, I couldn't stop them," Susan suggested. "Nah uh!  She called them!" Tommy yelled. "Don't talk back to your big sister unless you want a spanking!" Kathy yelled. "In fact, don't talk at all anymore.  Babies don't talk.  I'm glad you brought your friends over Susan, Tommy needs plenty of big kids to play with." Susan and her friends spent the rest of the day taking care of their baby. TUESDAY, 28 JUNE "Can we take the baby for a walk?" Susan asked Kathy. "Sure honey, just make sure you stay in our neighborhood." Susan and the girls ordered Tommy to crawl to the front doord, where they picked him up, carried him outside and put him in a stroller.   Tommy knew that struggling would only make his big sister spank him, and he could do nothing but cry. The girls strapped their baby around the waist and took him outside. Tommy hoped not to see anyone, but all of the kids on the block were already out playing. Tommy just cried in shame as the kids began to circle around him.  Some of them just stood at a distance and laughed, other poked and prodded him to see if he was real.  Tommy's best friend Steve even asked to see his diaper, which Susan was more than happy to oblige. FRIDAY, 1 JULY Tommy awaited his parent's return.  It had been a week since he last went to the bathroom on the toilet, and several days since he last spoke. Kathy had removed the crib and baby things from his room, and changed his diaper for the last time this morning. Tommy ran outside when he heard his parents pull into the driveway.   He wanted to tell them what had happened, but was afraid to say anything in front of Kathy or his sister. Kathy was thanked and paid for a job well done, and Tommy's parents began their unpacking. Tommy approached his mother in her room when his sister was out playing. "Tommy, you're all wet!" Mrs. Angleton said in surprise. Tommy looked down to see the tell-tale stain on the front of his pants. He didn't know how it got there, but he was pretty sure why.                                                                                       The End

Well, it's late, but here's another chapter of Ride of the Valky ries! Not many content warnings in this (maybe for dysphoria and past death), so, here we go:   -   Chapter Six: Baby, Do You Dare to Do This, 'Cause I'm Comin' at You Like a Dark Horse (Dark Horse, Katy Perry)   -   Zaira had spoken to Særvind at the same time Sasithorn had spoken to Hreggský.   <So, he decided to be reborn,> the Palomino mare mused. <Why am I not surprised?>   “Sasi actually gave birth to her this time,” Zaira thought spoke, a smirk on her face.   <I’m surprised after the last one, Rider,> Særvind snorted.   “She saw something in Delaney, something worth protecting,” the valkyrie said, stroking the mare’s neck. “I don’t know what it is; as a man, he was vicious, sinful, and cowardly before his final day, but she saw something in her worth keeping. I trust my wife, but I don’t understand this decision. Especially after what happened to the last one she birthed.>   <That was not your fault nor hers, Rider.>   “Even so, we both bore the guilt for it, Sasi more than me.”   <You shouldn’t have to, Rider; Hreggský and I know that wasn’t yours or especially her fault. Odin knows it was not either one of your faults.>   “It doesn’t matter. The Jarls and Gothi said-”   <Fuck the Jarls and Gothi. It wasn’t either of your faults.>   “Thought speaking with your sleipnir, too?”   Sasithorn had spoken to Zaira, the Asian woman’s beautiful features filled with sadness.   “I just don’t understand,” Zaira said quietly.   “You don’t understand what?” Sasithorn’s voice was on edge.   “Why him?” Zaira’s thoughts spilled out into words, words that she had no control over. “You could’ve picked anyone in your quadrant, given birth to anyone who wasn’t filled with sin who died according to the Vikingr Code, refused to birth anyone before Delaney. Why him?”   Sasithorn was quiet for twenty seconds, tears in her eyes, and the valkyrie was scared that she upset her wife.   “Because of me…how I was…and…Nabila,” Sasithorn whispered in a sad tone, crying softly as she cradled the sleeping newborn valkyrie in her arms.   Zaira went quiet, tears in her own eyes, as she went to hug her wife. Nabila, Sasithorn’s first birth, and the only other aside from Delaney. Nabila who was headstrong and reckless, Nabila who was curious to a fault, Nabila who wanted to help everyone regardless of whether they deserved it or not, Nabila who fell to Helheim because of all of that. And once a valkyrie fell to Helheim…there was no going back.   Nabila is gone forever, Zaira thought bleakly. And Sasithorn paid the biggest price.   The Jarls and two of the three Gothi had been especially hard on them, Erik especially. Old Snorri Goði alone defended them, and it was enough; the man was as deeply respected as anyone who wasn’t a literal god.   Was Delaney just the latest to make things right? Was she just a replacement for Nabila? Did Sasithorn truly see herself in Delaney? Only Odin knew; Zaira certainly didn’t.   But she trusted her wife implicitly and wholly. If she thought Delaney was worthy, how could she object?   <Both of you had better go. I’m gonna go sleep with my mate.> Særvind’s voice was dreamy at the thought, but Zaira knew that both her mare and Sasithorn’s stallion wanted time alone, obviously to fuck each other, maybe produce their first foal.   “Of course,” the two valkyries said, blushing at the simultaneous words before leaving the sleipnirs alone, walking down the path back to the House of the Glorious Slain.   Keavy had woken up after all of that. The infant cried, waking Delaney up as a result, as the newborn cried as well.   “Shh, shh…” Zaira whispered, cuddling her baby close to her breasts. “It’s okay. Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here.”   Keavy looked at Delaney and started babbling, which caused the newborn to babble as well. Soon enough, they were speaking in baby talk like they had known each other for centuries.   “It’s so adorable when they talk to each other,” Sasithorn cooed.   “It is.” Zaira heard the rumbling of both infants’ stomachs and she smirked knowingly. “I think they need their milk and then a diaper change.”   “Of course.”   Both valkyries quickly fed their charges, Zaira feeling the familiar charge of motherhood going through her breasts as she did. It was a feeling that never got old, that was always a good feeling   Maybe that’s why I went through so many painful births…   Soon enough, both infants had finished their meals, were burped, and set down on the clouds for their much-needed diaper changes, both adult valkyries mindlessly chatting about sweet nothings as they did.   But the thought of Nabila was not far from Zaira’s mind. Her mocha skin, her innocent, yet mischievous brown eyes. Her disappearance into Helheim hurt worse than Zaira’s own human death. It destroyed Sasithorn; the only thing to come out of her mouth for the next month and a half after she went missing were sobs; she never spoke in that time, especially once the fucking Jarls and Gothi blamed her for the whole thing, as if she was at fault for not wanting to destroy a soul, as if Zaira was at fault for following her lead.   Zaira cuddled with Sasithorn as they picked up their babies. Delaney had her tiny hand in her mouth and sucked on it, while Keavy was rooting with her hands as well. Each were quickly replaced by a pacifier, which the two sucked on gleefully.   “I think they’re going to be best friends,” Sasithorn said, her eyes warm and loving.   Zaira wasn’t so sure, struggling with her emotions behind the facade of kindness she had shown the newborn valkyrie.   Keavy had her own issues: she had once been a crooked cop in Ireland, taking many, many bribes, trying to be the toughest man on the block, all while hiding the fact that she was a transwoman who didn’t have the money, support, or courage to transition. She had her own painful end, a shotgun in her hands at the time of death, protecting kids from two school shooters who riddled her with bullets from modified semi-auto rifles.   Delaney had been a human trafficker of innocent girls, letting his so-called “friend” abuse innocent girls, joining a racist gang and participating in the prison “justice” system out of fear. She only showed remorse and courage after being pushed to a point that even she thought went too far, dying with a pistol in her hand to protect those girls.   They would never get along, could never get along…right?   And yet, seeing the two interact with each other, Keavy being a lot more gentle with Delaney than Zaira would’ve been…they were going to become fast friends.   And Zaira didn’t like that one bit. The only reason she thought Delaney was worth it was because Sasi did. That didn’t mean she had to trust her. It didn’t mean that her other toddler-stage daughters had to be friends with her. It just meant that she couldn’t tell Sasi she wasn’t worth saving, to throw her down to Helheim like most wanted.   But at the same time, seeing the innocent look in Delaney’s baby-blue newborn eyes…was that what she was like as a child with her own mother? Would she have been different had her father not been a monster? If her mother was alive? If anything in her life had changed for the better?   Fuck, these feelings were too complicated to reminisce on less than a day after all of this. We’ll see what happens, she thought as she picked up Keavy, who whined behind her pacifier a bit before she continued sucking on it. We’ll see if you change my mind, Delaney Emma Brogdon.   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~

Well, it's been too long, but here's the next chapter of Patient Zero, with the reply:   Thank you! I love making people baby-brained in these stories (although, in this case, they tend to keep their minds; it's just that they have baby-brained emotions that take over). I'm honored that you think that highly of this story~ And now, for the sixth chapter (with actually no content warnings needed this time!):   -   Chapter Six: 4:56 AM - 6:37 AM, May 23rd, 2024   -   Berry took stock of the time (4:56 AM, turning into 5:25 AM) as she showered (even though she pissed and shit in the shower area, having no control over her sphincter anymore), got dressed (even though everything was a little loose, and she had to make sure she had multiple sets of underwear, plus pants and a skirt, just in case), and soon enough, she was ready to go.   Thankfully, Digby gave her privacy the whole time, which she appreciated; it was the least bit of dignity she could salvage at this point, knowing that privacy would be a thing of the past in however many days.   Maybe it’ll even be tomorrow, she thought despondently.   She exited the room to Digby putting her breakfast and lunch - the former being a kiwi/blueberry smoothie; the latter being tofu and a banana/strawberry smoothie - in a bag.   “Thank you,” she said, accepting the bag as she walked outside, seeing a large silver Chevy Silverado truck, obviously his boyfriend’s.   “Of course,” the Scots/Irish doctor said kindly. “We’ll need to get to a shop that caters to SAARS-infected women. Do you have an idea of where you want to go?”   “Sammie’s Boutique,” Berry said, struggling with her smaller height to get in the truck, feeling a bit ashamed of Digby helping her get in; if she was already needing the help as a teenager, there was no possible way she was going to be able to get in a car by herself as a child or younger.   “Of course. I’ll load it on the GPS.” Digby had no trouble getting in the driver’s seat, making her feel more ashamed. “I’m going to have to get a new car for myself. A bigger one. Pity the one I brought from London isn’t going to fit you, but whatever. Fuck getting a people carrier, though.”   Berry giggled, despite herself, buckling herself in and giving a wry smile to Digby. “You might change your mind,” she sang.   Digby sighed, a flush on his face. “Fine, if you insist, but I’m choosing the car seats, if you choose the car I buy.”   It was Berry’s turn to sigh and blush, the giggling stopping immediately. “Fair.”   The car was started, and they were quickly on the road. Fortunately, Sammie’s Boutique wasn’t very far from her home, as they saw the large building.   It was originally named “Fantaisie Couture Boutique” and renamed after Sammie Burgess: one of the first women to get SAARS in San Diego. She had been murdered by a fundamentalist religious fanatic who was caught and sentenced to life without parole, leaving her husband, a fancy clothing maker and the owner of the shop, grief-stricken and devastated. He remade the place into a discreet SAARS clothing and baby store in her honor.   Berry knew Kenneth Burgess personally, having been to that store numerous times to purchase diapers for her patients, but she was extremely nervous now, coming in having been infected. Still, she steeled herself, realizing from the smell that her underwear was now ruined; she had no choice but to go in.   The two doctors got out of the car, Berry instinctively gripping Digby’s hand - who allowed her to do it, to her surprise - as they walked in.   A young Asian man was the one to greet them.   “Good morning, madam, sir,” he said politely, looking at Berry with a sympathetic glance that she hated. “How may I help?”   “Berry needs an entirely new wardrobe, nappies, a stuffed animal, everything,” Digby said.   “Berry?! As in Doctor Glass?!” Kenneth Burgess, an older Black man, had come over with a look of shock and disbelief.   “One and the same,” Berry said with a sigh. She knew that he wouldn’t be the last person to be shocked that she was infected.   “God, Berry, I…”   “It’s fine, I just want to get the necessary stuff from adolescence to infancy and go,” she said desperately, pleadingly.   “Understood. I’ll fast-track it personally; I know you’re going to want to get to your therapy sessions. And…well…your clothing is…” He obviously was trying to beat around the bush with his words.   “I know. I appreciate your help, Mr. Burgess.” Her tone was grateful.   “Of course, Berry. Follow me, both of you.”   The entire time was spent picking various types of clothing - from teenaged clothes, to childhood, to toddlerhood, all the way down to the clothes a twelve-month-old would need - diapers (lots and lots of diapers for all ages, and to Berry’s inner dismay, all of them had cutesy designs), pacifiers (and of course, those were mostly pink and had cutesy words as well), bottles, sippy cups, a highchair, two car seats for a child and a toddler, respectively, bibs, a playpen, a stroller, and many other items. She noticed, however, that there wasn’t a crib or even a cradle, and she was confused about that.   Fortunately, Burgess had given her clothes and a diaper fit for a teenager (although it was still a babyish design: purple with golden star prints on it) to get changed in the ladies’ room, which she did without incident (but at the same time, fearing the eventuality that she would not be able to change herself for very long), adjusting her new black skirt - the underwear and pants were ruined, and the old skirt was too loose around her body - to hide the diaper. And of course, it also happened to be comforting, as SAARS symptoms that normally happened…happened; only it was to her, and it scared her.   But there was a fun part to all of this, after she changed: choosing the stuffed animal…or two, in her case. Berry chose a humpback whale plush and a narwhal plush, both of which would be just small enough for a baby not to suffocate on them, just small enough for a toddler to carry in one arm…and yet big and soft enough to be comforting for both of the ages (and her teenaged and child ages, Berry realized, her thoughts bleak again). They were the only ones there, and cetaceans - particularly humpbacks and narwhals - were some of her favorite animals: intelligent, powerful, beautiful.   “Good choice, Berry,” Digby said with a smile. “I love whales as well. Beautiful animals, and the soft toys are well made.”   Berry blushed at the praise. “Thanks, both of you,” she said sheepishly.   “Of course,” Burgess said with a smile. “It’s vital that every woman and girl who comes here finds something enjoyable after a tough visit.”   “Thank you, Mr. Burgess,” Berry said.   “You’re very welcome. Now, let’s fast track the order; I know you have a busy day, Miss Glass.”   Berry frowned at that. Miss Glass, as if she wasn’t even a doctor anymore, after she worked so hard to be one…   “She’s still a doctor, sir. Doctor Glass.” She did a double take at Digby defending her.   “Of course, right, of course. My apologies.”   The cost of everything was extremely expensive, but Digby seemed to pay it with no problem.   “Winston, if you could help them with their items?” Burgess asked the young Asian man, who immediately got another shopping cart to get the items. “Have a good day,” the owner said.   Berry nodded back, holding her plush animals in one arm while grabbing Digby’s hand again to feel safe (to her shock; she wasn’t expecting to be at a toddler’s security and comfort handholding phase already, which unnerved her quite a bit) with the other. Digby, to his credit, managed the shopping cart and handholding with Winston directing the other cart.   The items were quickly packed in the truck, and she chanced a look at the watch (which was loose around her wrist). It read 6:21 AM.   I’ll have time to get to my patients.   “Berry, is it all right if I pick up my boyfriend for his work and drop off the items at our place?” Digby asked, helping her get back in the truck. “You can still sit in the front, but it’s his truck I borrowed. It shouldn’t take too long, and we’ll make it to your work before eight.”   “Sure,” she muttered. She had been hoping not to meet the boyfriend, but it seemed it was inevitable.   “Okay. Let’s go.”   Digby drove the truck, keeping a close eye on the road, as Berry asked, “What does your boyfriend do?”   “Reuben used to be in the Army,” Digby said with a soft smile on his face. “He was a Ranger, nearly made the Green Berets…but the stupid bigotry - even though Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was repealed by the time he made it, the special forces didn’t take kindly to gay men - destroyed his chances, and drummed him out of the Rangers. Now he does carpentry and construction. That’s why I didn’t buy a cot; he’ll make one, and it will be comfortable.”   She frowned deeply. “I’m not at that point,” she grumbled.   “Not yet. If this SAARS strain is anything like the others, you’ll need it, eventually.”   She grumbled more but didn’t say anything else as the car ride continued (until 6:34) to a nice two-story house in La Jolla. A tall (about 6’4”, if she had to guess), muscular Hispanic man with skin the color of mocha and light brown eyes to match, was there to greet Digby as both doctors got out of the truck, Berry hiding behind Digby, her thoughts filled with trepidation.   “Hey, Diggy,” Reuben said in a husky tone that, somehow, she heard as he kissed Digby on his lips, the Scots/Irish doctor falling into the kiss as a teen girl would.   “Hey, Ruby,” Digby whispered the obvious pet name after the kiss was done. “This is Berry.”   Berry shrunk at the sudden introduction, hiding behind Digby more (which was scaring her, how quickly she was falling into dependency on her daddy already. No, fellow doctor, damn SAARS to hell!)…but the Hispanic man’s eyes were kind and trustworthy as he knelt down to her level.   “Hello, Berry,” the big man said in a gentle tone. “I’m Reuben Iglesias. Feel free to greet me at your own pace; it’s no trouble.”   “O-of course,” she said, trying to get back some adult dignity as she shook Reuben’s hand.   “Do you want to sit in the front seat?” Reuben asked, his tone still extremely gentle.   “It’s okay, I’ll just…sit in the back,” Berry said meekly.   “Are you sure?”   “I am.”       “Before we go,” Digby’s voice cut in, his tone questioning, “do you need a nappy change, Berry?”   She felt the diaper underneath her skirt. Definitely wet but not enough for a change…yet.   “No, I think I’m good for now,” she said.   “Of course.”   Berry yawned, feeling very sleepy, as she entered the backseat of the truck (with assistance for the third time, this time by Reuben gently picking her up and sitting her in); she realized how early she had woken up, and a quick catnap at 6:37 would be good. She yawned again, closing her eyes and quickly falling into dreamland.   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~

Well, it's Friday, so here's the next chapter of A Little Loony. As a WARNING: animal abuse, the murder of a child, physical abuse, stated suicide, rabies, implied imprisonment, teen pregnancy, torture, and brainwashing. Viewer discretion is advised. If that hasn't scared you off, though? Read on:   -   Chapter Thirty-Four: Agonizing   -   Vaggie was feeling quite impatient.   She didn’t know what information Rosie had that was so important that it took priority over a war, information that apparently involved the baby Sinner in the crib, but it couldn’t be more important than the entire war, the second full-scale war that would hit the Hotel.   The angel stared into Charlie’s eyes with her single eye, having long since gotten used to having only one. She didn’t want a war that would kill more people, even people as bad as Lute or the Vees. It was bad enough seeing Pentious die (even though he became an angel afterward, his death had hit them hard). She couldn’t see Charlie, Angel, Husk, Niffty, Cherri, Pentious again; Hell, anyone get killed. Even those Hellborn were getting to know the Hotel residents, and they were getting along swimmingly…and they could die, and since they didn’t have souls…   Rosie interrupted her thoughts. “Dusty wouldn’t normally want his past shared, so I must swear all three of you to secrecy. Please don’t tell anyone else about this.”   “Of course,” Charlie said.   “Okay,” Vaggie echoed.   “Fine, can we get on with the story?” Blitz asked.   Rosie gave them a soft sad smile. “Dusty - as a human - was born in 1931 and died in 1947 to neglectful divorced parents who would shuttle him off to the other's house constantly. He owned a pet chinchilla named Sandy, doted on her every time he could, loved her as his only friend, and she loved him back in her own way…until she was tortured and murdered. A monster in human guise broke her legs and bashed her against a wall, leaving her for Dusty to find. He tried to get people to fess up, but since they felt like a chinchilla was ‘just a rodent’ that could be ‘replaced’, nobody helped him. Then, two years after Sandy had been murdered, he tried a Ouija board.   “Now, most of the time, those things don’t work, but he was desperate, having begged God and Heaven for answers and, of course, received none. But he came in contact with an Overlord, a truly vile and constantly enraged Overlord who was in charge of Hell’s distillery - shockingly enough, it’s not Valentino; this Overlord did not have the charisma Valentino has. The Overlord gave him proof: it was his then-four-year-old cousin who did it. When he confronted her, she laughed at him and said, ‘it’s just a stupid rat’.   “He shot her dead. Knowing his family would catch him and having nothing left to live for, he slit his wrists and then his throat when it took too long, and wound up in Hell as a baby, as Sinners who hurt children end up as children themselves. And to add further insult to injury, the chinchilla murderer that was his cousin ended up in Heaven.”   Dusty was whimpering and sobbing in his sleep, and Vaggie, despite feeling a bit of disgust that he murdered a young child, despite herself, pet him on the head, finding a pacifier for him to suck on, and slowly, he started to calm down.   “The Overlord took his rage out on Dusty daily. He would constantly be hurt, regenerate his wounds, be hurt again, regenerate, and the cycle would continue on and on…until I made a deal with that Overlord and eventually gained Dusty’s soul in my possession-”   “What does that have to do with my mom?” Blitz asked pointedly. “Or Loona’s mom, for that matter?”   “Getting there. Leviathan was a monster in Sin guise. She would murder her subjects on pure whimsical fantasy, pretending that she was the baddest witch in Hell, that she could do whatever she wanted to whoever she wanted. She showed no remorse for any of her crimes, no remorse for her worst acts as an angel that sent her to Hell, and no remorse when she hurt Blitz’s and Loona’s mothers.”   “What does that have to do with my mom?” Blitz seethed. “Get to the point!”   “Your mother, Blitz…she was originally human.”   Blitz’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief along with Charlie’s and Vaggie’s. “You’re fucking kidding me,” Blitz spat. “You’re not serious, are you? Bullshit to that!”   “I refuse to lie to you, Blitz,” Rosie said, her voice serious. “Your mother was once a human, a pregnant teenager in the 50s. Leviathan tried to make a deal with her that would improve her life but give up her soul in the process. She refused…and the Queen of Envy didn’t take too fondly to that; throwing temper tantrums over little things like that was something she’d do often. She ruined your mother’s life to the point where it caused her to eventually commit suicide by throwing herself in front of a train.   “Leviathan was not satisfied with that, not satisfied with her ending up in Hell. Not. One. Bit. So she destroyed your mother’s human soul, remade her body, turned her into an imp, so that, what was her quote? ‘She’d be the lowest of the low forever.’ Your mother vowed revenge, to kill Leviathan for ruining her life and so many others.   “It turned out Loona’s mother had similar thoughts. Leviathan infected her loving parents with Hellbies and forced her to watch them devolve into rabid animals as a child before throwing her into an awful pound. She ran away after they treated her horrifically, and she found, in your mother, a kindred spirit.   “Now, how to kill a Sin? They’re primordial, having been former angels. And how else would you kill an angel but with angelic weaponry?”   “There weren’t any Exterminations,” Vaggie said. “How would they get a hold of angelic weapons? And I can’t imagine it’s that easy to kill a Sin.”   “It’s not that easy, it’s true. It would take a truly pure soul to kill Leviathan with the angelic weapon that was built - the parts scavenged by Dusty, who is a surprising talented engineer - outfitted with a single angelic bullet of pure light that is impossible for the denizens of Hell to touch with their bare hands, lest they be burned to ashes.   “Dusty was responsible for finding the angelic light. Dusty was the one who molded it into the bullet that would kill Leviathan. Dusty was responsible for building the weapon that could kill even a Sin. Dusty was the one who got your mother and Loona’s mother into contact with Bee and Ozzie for information, and thus, both your mother and Loona’s mother changed the lives of Bee and Ozzie for the better; before meeting the Sins, they were as bad as Mammon ever was and only a little better than Leviathan.   “But Leviathan was not at peace after her death, and you can never fully kill a primordial Sin. She left an artifact of herself behind, a semblance of her power to give to whomever was envious enough and petty enough to find it. That happened to be Gunner…eventually.   “But as for your mother and Loona’s mother, Blitz, Lilith knew that it would be very bad if a mere imp and a hellhound could be responsible for ending a Sin’s life. There’s a certain hierarchy in Hell, as you well know. Lilith did not want anyone finding out…so she brainwashed both: your imp mother who became the succubus known as Tilla, keeping no remnants of her formerly fiery personality, and Loona’s mother, who became the opposite of what she once was: submissive and showing no signs of initiative or fight, who eventually became Gunner’s mate.   Rosie looked at the stunned group of three. “I ask this of all three of you: keep this silent and between you. Lilith is not one to be merciful towards those who destroy Hell’s sanctity.”   “But that’s…she…” Charlie bit her lip.   “We will,” Vaggie answered.   “Vaggie, why-”   “Charlie, your mom does not seem like a nice person. I’m sorry, but Hell’s hierarchy is already fucked enough, and she was afraid and wanting to keep the status quo.”   “She’s my mom, Vaggie!” Charlie shouted, making the ex-Exorcist feel small. “She may not be the nicest, but she’s still my mom, I can’t…”   Vaggie hugged Charlie, tears in both of their eyes. “I’m sorry,” Vaggie whispered. “I just…I don’t want you to get hurt…”   “WAAAAAAH!”   Vaggie turned to see the hellhound pup that was Loona bawling, obviously upset, as Blitz picked her up and bounced her on his knee.   “Hey, Loony,” he cooed, and Vaggie was shocked that this imp, who seemed brazen, brash, and confident to a ridiculous degree, was so gentle with his daughter. “What do you need? Food? Your toys? A fresh diaper? Wait…” His nose wrinkled. “Yep, definitely a fresh diaper. I’ll get it.”   “She’s not the only one,” Rosie sang, as she picked up the sleeping Dusty, unaware of everything in his slumber.   “Ooh, ooh, can I, Rosie?” Charlie asked, her eyes wide and excited, which Vaggie thought was cute.   “Hahah! Didn’t expect that from you,” the Overlord said gleefully. “I’ll have to-”   Then Lilith’s voice came over the Hotel intercom.   “Hello, denizens of Hell. Hear my words and tremble in fear. You may have forgotten who the Queen of Hell is. Let me remind you.”   All of the Sinners and Hellborn in the Hotel barged into the nursery as Vox proceeded to be humiliated over live television, waking Dusty up with a whine. Even Alastor, of all the people in the Hotel, teleported in with his shadows, his eyes narrowed, but with a typical wide grin.   “What the fuck’s going on, Charlie?” Angel Dust asked angrily. “Is that your mom?”   “Everyone, calm down,” the imp known as Moxxie said. “Let’s not panic-”   Then Lilith’s cold voice began the second song. And Vaggie saw the Hotel’s residents - with the exception of her, Charlie, and Lucifer; even Pentious was being affected, possibly because he was formerly of Hell - forcibly bowing down, completely prostrate to the floor, clearly in agony. Even Loona and Dusty were clearly in horrific pain, unable to make a sound, but with tears streaming down their faces.   Lucifer’s eyes were in total shock, hearing his wife for the first time in what seemed like forever, Charlie was desperately trying to help the others, and Vaggie…Vaggie was pissed off.   Why hurt your own subjects like this?! What’s the point of that? What’s the point of ANY of this?! she thought angrily, helplessly watching as almost everyone in the room was choking for air…like they truly were drowning, until Lilith ended the song with a cruel laugh.   Loona and Dusty were bawling out their pain, and everyone else was gasping, trying to breathe.   Then everyone - except Alastor, Rosie, and Loona, but even Dusty was a part of the screaming - simultaneously shouted two magical words.   “Holy shit!”   -   (Yes, I understand that I'm taking a lot of liberties by having a human turned into a Hellborn. I hope it's not too off-putting.) Hope you enjoyed~