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Mini-Story: An Awkward Conversation. “YOU’RE A BABY?!” You know that voice. You freeze. Every hair on the back of your neck goes rigid. You KNOW that voice. On bare feet, you turn around and look at the all too familiar face, while yours heats up with shame and embarrassment.  “I CAN EXPLAIN!” “REALLY?” your old friend says. “YOU’RE A BABY?!” Your mind races and your mouth runs even faster. “It’s not my fault,” you stammer. “My Mommy and Daddy-! I mean the Grown-Ups-! I mean I’M a Grown-Up!”  This is not helping your case. Neither is the fact that you’re completely without pants and your pampers are far from pristine.  “YOU’RE A BABY?” “They had me watch a video! And it explained…I mean I had to watch it to prove I was a big kid and…and…”  You sound stupid saying it. You lack Mommy or Daddy or any of your teachers or babysitters confidence or conviction. “I started having accidents because of the stress, you see and…” “YOU’RE?! A?! BABY?!” You hear disbelief in every syllable- no, every phoneme- of your former companion’s words. Every nightmare you were having before Mommy and Daddy decided to let you “take a break” from potty training.  “I just started wetting the bed and…and…I’m not a bedwetter anymore, though, right? This…”   You weren’t a bedwetter because bedwetters only had trouble keeping their pants dry while sleeping.  You barely wore pants anymore at all.  You suddenly wished Daddy had put something over your diaper today.  This t-shirt wasn’t cutting it and it won’t no matter how hard you try to tug it down below your waist. You know from past experience. “You failed potty training.” Your old friend says. “You’re not potty trained.” “I didn’t FAIL potty training per se,” you try, “I”m just….” Your mind goes blank. Just thinking about that potty training video starts you dribbling again into the thirsty padding. REMEMBER KIDS! LISTEN TO YOUR BODIES! GOOD BOYS AND GIRLS LISTEN TO THEIR BODIES AND GO POTTY AS SOON AS THEY FEEL THE NEED! You blink back to the present.  “I didn’t fail! Mommy and Daddy just said we were taking a break!”   How long ago was that?  How long was the ‘break’ supposed to last? Has it been over a year already? “And-and-and-and the ba-bas go right through you!” You fight the urge to choke on your tongue as soon as your ears register what you said.  “Bottles! I mean bottles!”     You never thought this day would come.  When someone who knew you from your life before you were turned into this finally found you. You weren’t turned into this! Mommy and Daddy and other real Grown-Ups just teased it out of you! This part of you was inside you all along!  They said so! Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t lie!  Your friend seems unfazed and unconvinced of your bigness. To be frank, so are you. It sounds so childish coming out of your mouth. So babyish. You’re not blushing because you’re in a wet diaper. You’re blushing because someone who you’re supposed to be embarrassed around is finally here. It’s been so long since you remembered to be embarrassed. Well, you remember now. “Hold on,” your friend says. “I gotta….” They don’t finish the thought.  You watch their knees bend and their elbows tuck. You see their eyes unfocus and they take a deep, pushing sigh. That’s when you realize: They’re dressed the same as you. They’re also wearing a t-shirt and diaper. The only thing they have on that you don’t is sneakers. Your old friend blinks and stands up, their Luvs now drooping slightly. “Like I was saying! You’re a baby too?” “Oh,” you giggle. “Yeah. I guess so.” “Honestly?” they gush. “I was so glad to fail that potty training test my Mommy and Daddy had me do. Underwear? What’s the point?” You feel your whole face light up.  “I know right?” The two of you start walking deeper into the daycare playroom, catching up on old times while you both excitedly plan to make new memories together.   Hopefully before a Grown-Up interrupts you for a change. (Fin)

I only use a booster when I expect my diaper won't hold enough for the time I need. Which is every single night. Personally, I'd rather just wear a more capable diaper and forget boosters completely. Sadly, such a diaper doesn't exist.

It's the same reasoning with our eye glasses. Our eyes are round, but glasses tend to be rectangular or oval shaped. Because we use our eyes more for scanning everything in a horizontal field. But when we want to look up or down we tend to bend our necks more. So glasses are shaped to accomodate quick horizontal movement, but not vertical. Hence the rectangular shape of eye glasses. And the same for our TVs. Having more visible screen at the top or bottom is unnecessary. It would also add complexity and cost that is simply not needed. But the way a basic zoom lense works, it's much easier to make them completely round and just not use the top or bottom of that lense.

Chapter 10 – The New Lucy Later that day, Lucy and her Grandma sat down to have dinner. They were having roasted chicken and potatoes. To Lucy’s dismay, she saw the big pile of vegetables stacked up at the side of the plate. Rather than complaining, Lucy mashed up some of her potatoes before mixing it in with the vegetables. She found that by mixing the vegetables in, it actually made it a lot easier to eat. Her Grandma watched her carefully and seemed impressed that Lucy was making an effort to not complain. After dinner, Lucy offered to wash the dishes for her Grandma. To her surprise, Grandma accepted her offer but helped out with some of the bigger pots. Lucy felt a lot happier in herself and couldn’t wait to see her mother again to start helping out a lot more at home. Just as they finished the dishes, Lucy felt an uncomfortable pain in her stomach. She tried to ignore it but the pain seemed to persist. To her horror, she realised that she needed to poop. Lucy had flashbacks of using her diaper previously and the huge mess and humiliation that had come with it. She couldn’t imagine having to through that again. She sheepishly turned to her Grandma. ‘I…erm…I need the toilet’, Lucy stammered. Grandma noticed the uncomfortable look on Lucy’s face, ‘is everything alright?’ ‘I…erm…I need to poop’, Lucy replied blushing, ‘could I use the toilet again please rather than my diaper?’ Her Grandma thought about it for a second before smiling. ‘You’ve been such a good girl today, I think you’ve earned it’, she said, ‘give me a shout when you’re done and I’ll come and put your diaper back on’. ‘Thank you, Grandma’, Lucy replied quickly before racing upstairs. She was just about able to get her diaper off and sit on the toilet in time before she felt herself pooping. It wasn’t a particular pleasurable experience but it felt nice to be able to use the toilet again. She sat on the toilet for some time to make sure that she wasn’t going to have to go in her diaper later. After cleaning herself up and flushing the toilet, she hastily walked over to the top of the stairs and called out for her Grandma. ‘GRANDMA! I’M FINISHED!’ she shouted whilst feeling like a little toddler who was still potty training. ‘I’m on my way’, Grandma called back. Lucy was still naked from the waist down and waited eagerly for her Grandma to come and put her diaper back on. As her Grandma walked in, she checked to make sure that Lucy had flushed the toilet before looking at her. ‘Turn around sweetheart’, she said before pulling off a few sheets of toilet paper. Lucy felt confused but did as she was told. She suddenly flinched as she felt her Grandma give her bottom a deep wipe with the toilet paper. ‘What are you doing?’ Lucy exclaimed. ‘I’m just checking to see if you’re clean’, replied Grandma. The old Lucy would have screamed and kicked up a fuss but Lucy was now able to control her emotions a bit better and stood there silently. ‘Ooh dear’, said Grandma. ‘What’s wrong?’ Lucy asked. Her Grandma walked around to show Lucy the sheet of toilet paper that now had a light brown coloured stain on it. Lucy looked both horrified and ashamed that she hadn’t cleaned herself properly. ‘Wait here’, said Grandma as she left the room for a moment. She returned with a pack of baby wipes that Lucy was very familiar with. ‘Bend down’, said Grandma. Once again, Lucy did as she was told and bent down. She quickly felt a wave of humiliation sweep over her as Lucy’s Grandma began cleaning her bottom as if she was three-years-old again. The cool, damp feeling of the baby wipes was a constant reminder that she needed somebody to wipe her bottom for her. After one final wipe, Grandma showed Lucy that the baby wipe was still clean. ‘This is how you know the job is done’, Grandma told her almost in a belittling way. She shook her head and picked up Lucy’s diaper, ‘I was hoping we could get you out of diapers today but I guess we’ll have to try again later.’ Lucy couldn’t believe it. She finally had a chance to get out of diapers and she’d blown it by not cleaning herself properly. She groaned in disbelief as her Grandma began fastening the diaper back around her waist. ‘I don’t need to wear diapers’, Lucy begged. ‘Maybe when you start cleaning your bottom more efficiently, I’ll be more convinced’, replied Grandma. Lucy tried her hardest not to complain as she was once again led out of the bathroom in a diaper. Despite her best efforts, it felt as if her punishment hadn’t ended just yet. - The next day, Lucy woke up feeling excited. She had been staying with her Grandma for a whole week now and it was finally time for her Mom to come and take her home. As she jumped out of bed, she felt a pressure in her bladder and knew that she needed to pee. However, rather than using her diaper, she was determined to prove to her Grandma that she could be a ‘big girl’ and hold it. ‘Morning Grandma’, Lucy smiled as she entered the kitchen. ‘Good morning sweetheart’, her Grandma replied. ‘Have you heard from my Mom yet?’ Lucy asked. ‘I’ve just got off the phone with her’, said Grandma, ‘she should be here in an hour or so to pick you up’. It was a strange feeling. Lucy felt pleased to be going home but at the same time, she had really started to enjoy spending time with her Grandma, despite the punishments. The two women started chatting as they ate their breakfast and started reminiscing about their time together. Lucy felt a lot happier within herself and was ready to start having a better life with her Mom. ‘Can I help you with the dishes?’ Lucy offered as she ate her last bit of cereal. ‘That’s kind of you’, Grandma replied, ‘but you’d better start getting ready to go home’. As Lucy stood up, the pressure in her bladder returned. ‘Grandma’, she said nervously, ‘I need to pee’ Her Grandma smiled, ‘ok sweetheart, you can use the toilet’. ‘Thank you’, Lucy grinned and went quickly upstairs into the bathroom. She ripped off her diaper and sat on the toilet just in time as she let out a long stream of pee. Afterwards, she had a quick shower before drying herself off and heading into the bedroom. As she walked in, her Grandma was packing up her things. Lucy knew the routine by now. She dropped her towel to reveal her naked body before laying down on the bed. ‘What are you doing?’ her Grandma asked curiously. ‘Erm…waiting for my diaper’, Lucy replied. Her Grandma grinned, ‘aw good girl but since you’re going home, I think it’s time you had your regular underwear back’. ‘Really?’ Lucy replied in disbelief. ‘You’ve been really trying with your behaviour and I’m ever so proud of how far you’ve come’, her Grandma said as she handed Lucy a pair of panties. It seemed like such a long time since Lucy had seen her panties and quickly put them on. It was a strange feeling not to have the thick padding between her legs anymore. Grandma’s smile disappeared and she suddenly looked a lot more serious. ‘Make sure you clean your bottom properly from now on’, her Grandma said, ‘I don’t want you walking around in dirty underwear’. Lucy blushed and felt like a little girl getting told off. ‘I…I…I promise I’ll wipe my bottom properly from now on’, Lucy stammered as another wave of humiliation washed over her. ‘Good girl’, Grandma smiled, ‘I’ll leave you to it’. As she left the room, Lucy got herself dressed before heading downstairs to wait eagerly for her mother. - It hadn’t even been an hour before she saw her Mom’s car pull up outside the house. As she entered the house, Lucy ran over and gave her the biggest hug that she could. ‘Oh my’, her mother gasped, ‘someone’s pleased to see me’. ‘I’ve missed you so much’, Lucy said almost crying happy tears. ‘You’re never pleased to see me’, her mother joked. ‘Well, that’s going to change’, replied Lucy as she took a step back, ‘I’m sorry for how bad my behaviour has been. I’ve been awful to you but I promise from now on that I’ll do better’. Now it was Lucy’s mother who was starting to cry happy tears. ‘I just want my old Lucy back’, she said. ‘She’s definitely back’, Lucy grinned, ‘and she isn’t going anywhere’. The two hugged again. ‘I think my work is done’, Grandma chuckled. ‘Thank you so much for taking care of her’, Lucy’s mother said. ‘Not at all’, replied Grandma, ‘we had a bit of a rocky start but we soon got her behaviour on track’. Lucy couldn’t help but agree. ‘Thank you, Grandma’, she smiled, ‘I promise I’ll come and visit you again soon’. ‘I would like that’, Grandma replied. - As they started to pack the car up, Lucy noticed her Grandma handing her mother a pack of diapers along with a pacifier. ‘Just in case she needs a little reminder of who’s in charge’, winked Grandma. Lucy pretended not to notice and promised herself that she would never wear another diaper ever again. Lucy gave her Grandma one last wave as they started to drive away. As Grandma’s house disappeared into the distance, Lucy started to reflect on her recent behaviour. ‘I’m sorry Mom’, she said. ‘What for?’ her mother asked. ‘For everything’, Lucy replied hanging her head in shame, ‘I promise I’ll try harder and help out more around the house’. ‘I appreciate that’, Lucy’s mother smiled, ‘I think Grandma has certainly worked her magic on you’. Lucy couldn’t argue with that. She didn’t want to go through all of the punishments that she had received but she had a feeling that her mother probably already knew all about it. ‘I guess…after Dad left us and then with my brother going off to university…I just felt like everyone was abandoning me’, Lucy confessed, ‘I felt angry and I took it out on you’. ‘I understand sweetheart’, replied her Mom, ‘I should have spoken to you more about how you were feeling’. The two women started chatting some more and Lucy realised that this was the first time in years that she was having a proper conversation with her mother. It felt great. ‘I saw that they were hiring at that new restaurant in town’, said Lucy’s mother, ‘I thought maybe I could pick up an application form for you’. ‘I’d like that’, Lucy replied, ‘it’ll be nice to earn my own money. I think I’d like to save up and go back to Art college’. Her mother didn’t reply but Lucy could see the happy tears in her eyes. Lucy couldn’t believe just how much a week with her Grandma had changed her. ‘When will I see Grandma again?’ Lucy asked. ‘Don’t worry’, replied her mother, ‘you’ll be seeing her again very soon’. ‘What do you mean?’ Lucy wondered. ‘I got a phone call from your brother’s university yesterday’, explained her mother, ‘he’s been suspended for some vandalism on campus and so he’s coming to live back home with us’. ‘Oh, wow really?’ Lucy exclaimed. ‘Apparently it isn’t the first time he’s been vandalising either’, replied her mother, ‘but don’t worry, I’m sure a week at Grandma’s house will soon sort him out’. A smile appeared on Lucy’s face, ‘I think you might be right’. The two women started laughing as they continued driving back home, ready to start a happier life.                                                               THE END   Thank you for reading my story. Any comments or feedback are appreciated. Feel free to check out my other stories - Ryan- The Teen Baby Boy -  A Summer with Christina -  Bedwetting Buddies -   

Well, it's Monday, so here's the next chapter of HotA!   -   Chapter Two: Sunrise for the Daughter   -   Loona was completely hungover from the beer cans and liquor bottles she drank from the fridge at Blitz’s house last night when she woke up on the weekend morning and her life was changed forever.   The fight against those fucking cherubs had taken a lot out of her, and even with her demonic regeneration healing the gunshot wounds from that cowardly purple cherub, she still felt exhausted, still felt like she needed a stiff drink. Or two. Or ten.   She yawned, stretching as she got out of bed, her head pounding as she exited her room. She looked over at the couch, expecting her dad to be there after the usual sex session with Stolas.   Loona walked over to the sleeping imp on the ratty couch. “Hey, Da-” She froze, her mouth completely wide open with stunned disbelief when she saw the figure.   The imp sleeping on the couch did share some of her dad’s characteristics. The bald head with absolutely no hair? Check. Similar horn shape? Yep. The scar around their right eye? Still there.   But this imp was female, her breasts fairly large, the horns purely black with faint white lines, with a thin figure and large hips underneath her blouse and jeans - and not only was she female, but she looked like a teenager with her size.   Loona’s brain broke. How did this teenaged imp girl get in without her knowing? Why was she asleep on the couch where her dad slept? What the Hell was going on? Was this some crazy ass Stolas magic?   Well, only one way to really find out.   The hellhound poked the imp, who grumbled in her sleep. “Could you wake up?”   “Ugh, Mom, I don’t wanna go to school today…” the imp grumbled in her sleep before she woke up with a yawn. Then she saw Loona. “Who are you?” she growled. “Where’s my mom?”   “What’s your name, first?” Loona asked gently, fearing the answer.   “Um, my name’s Blitzi? Duh! And you still didn’t answer my question. Who are you?”   “Loona, and I’m the person helping you out,” the hellhound replied, her heart racing, knowing the implications of what must’ve happened to her dad. “Your mom’s…” She wondered where Blitz’s mom was, but since she didn’t know anything about her (formerly adoptive) father’s mom - or Blitz’s past as a whole, for that matter - she figured she had to lie. “Your mom’s not available at the moment, so she left me in charge.”   “Ugh, you’re, like, barely older than I am,” the imp complained. “How come she left someone not in the circus in charge of me? I’m old enough to take care of myself…”   Circus?   “It’s just a temporary thing,” Loona said, trying to lie more. “Your mom has her reasons.”   “I don’t need a fucking babysitter!”   “I’m just here to help you out. I’m not a babysitter, far from it, but you’re not a legal adult yet, Blitz, and I am.”   “I told you, it’s ‘Blitzi’. Blitz is fucking lame.”   Loona raised her eyebrows. That was an awkward change to Blitz being annoyed when the “o” was said in his name. She didn’t know whether it was welcome, but it was a change.   “Okay, Blitzi,” she sighed. “Can I call a couple of my…friends?” She knew that Moxxie and Millie were far from her friends, but she definitely needed their help at this point.   “What-ever…”   Loona immediately got on her hPhone and went into her room to call the married couple. One ring. Two rings. Three rings.   Then, fortunately, there was a voice on the phone that wasn’t a voicemail. Unfortunately, Moxxie was the one to answer.   “Loona, why are you calling at 4:30 in the morning?” he grumbled, clearly having just woken up. “Is this some kind of prank, because-”   “I need you over at Blitz’s apartment,” the hellhound said, her voice desperate and pleading. “Literally as soon as possible because there’s some weird ass Stolas magic shit going down.”   “Loona, seriously, are you pranking us? If you are, I’m going to-”   “Please, Moxxie, I need your help. I need both your help and Millie’s. It’s serious, and you know I wouldn’t be calling you at all if it wasn’t.”   A pause on the phone. “Fine, but if this is a prank, I’ll be going straight to your dad.”   Yeeeaaah, good luck with that now that she’s a teenaged girl, fatass.   “Thank you.” She hoped that she sounded grateful. “Thank you both.”   Moxxie had apparently hung up immediately after, and she sighed before she went out of the room…to see Blitzi (or whatever her name was) trying to open a beer can from the remaining stash.   “No, you are NOT getting into my beer!” Loona growled.   “But I need a fucking drink with you being here!”   “You’re not even legally old enough to drink alcohol!”   “I’m fifteen, and I need that drink!”   “The legal age limit is eighteen!”   “Screw the ‘legal age limit’; I want a drink! Now!”   Fucking teenagers. …Wait, is that how I’m like to Blitz? …Fuck me. Hard.   “You are not taking my beer and liquor, young lady,” Loona said in a stern tone.   Holy shit, I sound exactly like my dad does, er, did. This is not right!   The hellhound hoped that the M&M couple would come soon, and hoped even more that her now-teenaged-girl dad wouldn’t drive her crazy.   -   Moxxie and his wife, Millie, had woken up to their home phone ringing, exhausted after a night of passionate lovemaking (they figured that if Blitz had their fun, and after the fight against the cherubs…why not?). Loona’s number was showing - Blitz having forced them to add her, just in case - and Moxxie picked up, his night now immeasurably ruined by that fucking bitch.   “Loona, why are you calling at 4:30 in the morning?” he asked, looking at the exact time to make sure, his voice seriously annoyed. “Is this some kind of prank, because-”   “I need you over at Blitz’s apartment.” Moxxie raised his eyebrows at how desperate the hellhound girl sounded, a complete turnaround from how she usually was. “Literally as soon as possible because there’s some weird ass Stolas magic shit going down.”   But it was probably some sort of elaborate prank, like she was wont to do.   “Loona, seriously, are you pranking us?” he asked pointedly. “If you are, I’m going to-”   “Please, Moxxie, I need your help. I need both yours and Millie’s help. It’s serious, and you know I wouldn’t be calling you at all if it wasn’t.”   The male imp was skeptical about the prank…but he was starting to believe her. For one, she called him by his first name, instead of “fatass” or “dumbass” or something equally demeaning. Secondly, she was all but begging, which was completely unlike how she usually was.   “Fine, but if this is a prank, I’m going straight to your dad.”   He hung up the phone.   “The hound?” Millie asked - she never called Loona by name - rubbing her eyes and stretching her body.   “For once? Yeah,” Moxxie said, realizing that this was the first time…ever that she had ever called their house. “She said to go to Blitz’s house, and she sounded quite desperate for our help. I swear, if this is a prank-”   “What if it ain’t?” Millie asked. “I know that hellhound has pranked us at work, but she hasn’t ever asked us to go over to Blitz’s house, and I don’t think she’d do it there.”   “Well, honey, we’ll see what it is over there,” the male imp said, rolling his eyes. “It’s probably another prank, and if it is, I’m getting her back, I swear to Satan.”   “I’m drivin’, then.”   “Are you sur-eep!” Moxxie squeaked as his wife picked him up, got the keys to their very beat-up pickup truck, tossed him in the passenger’s seat, turned the key into the ignition while jumping in, managing to close the door at the same time she gunned it.   Millie absolutely wasn’t as crazy of a driver as their boss was, but she absolutely had to take a spot in the top seven craziest drivers in Hell as Moxxie clung to the seat with dear life, even though he had his seatbelt on. Thankfully, there weren’t many cars on the road in Hell at the time, but for those few who were on the road, she showed no mercy, cutting them off, honking the horn and giving them the bird.   Soon enough, they were at the apartment that their boss owned, Moxxie getting out, breathing heavily and his legs shaking like jelly after his time on the road.   “Let’s go see what the hellhound wants,” Millie said dismissively, getting into the apartment with the key Blitz gave them, just in case.   Both of them walked up the stairs with Moxxie knocking on the door.   “Moxxie? Millie?” Loona’s voice, sounding extremely stressed out. “Is that you?”   “Yeah, can you open the door?” he answered.   “Sure, sure.” The door was opened, Loona’s face showing anger and annoyance…but actually seemingly not directed at him, rather than someone inside…   “If you’re having an argument with your…dad…” Moxxie immediately stopped his spiel when he saw the teenaged girl imp, who looked so very much like their boss…except teenaged and female, looking at him and Millie in annoyance. His jaw dropped, and Millie looked like she had seen a dozen baptisms with the horror in her eyes.   “Who are you losers?” the teen imp girl asked.   “Moxxie,” the male (now the only male) imp said slowly.   “Millie. Married to Moxx,” his wife answered, her tone just as disbelieving as his was.   “You two are married?” The teenager snickered. “Like, M&M or something like that? Like the human candy?”   “And…what’s your name?” Moxxie asked, his voice trying to remain calm, if this was really what he thought it was…   His thoughts went haywire at the teenager’s introduction. “Blitzi. Why are you two acting so weird? You’re not short-bus riders, are you?”   Moxxie looked at Blitzi, then Loona, then his wife, and finally took charge. “We’re all going to Stolas’s mansion. We’re getting to the bottom of this. We’re not leaving without answers. And we’re going to fix this.”   -   Hope you enjoyed~