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Chapter 2: Katie was nervous as she sucked a ladybug themed pacifier laying naked on a nursery printed blanket on Mark’s couch in his college apartment. She looked down at her freshly waxed nether regions while Mark gently lifted her butt in the air and slid the crinkly Pampers diaper under her tushy. A lot had transpired that ended her in this predicament. Mark was the cute graduate student who taught her basic algebra class, six years her senior. He had a way with controlling a class and making math fun, especially for an art student like Katie. She loved how he reacted when her or her classmates would grasp a concept and how he would praise them for doing a good job. Praise was something Katie loved and sought after but rarely received. Her dad was an alcoholic and while kind and gentle to her completely absent from her day to day life. She missed the connection with him that she had when she a young girl when life seemed so much easier. Something in Mark reminded her of those feelings and his class was soon her favorite. Mark was also good at showing disappointment as she learned when she failed one of his tests on quadratic equations. While he was disappointed in her he offered her tutoring lessons if she was willing to accept. Katie could not believe his kindness but was very excited for one on one time with him. Her  tutoring session with him was great and she no longer no longer struggled with those equations. After he praised her for passing her next test with ease she asked him out to dinner. Mark accepted her invitation and he picked her up and drove to the seafood restaurant she made the reservation at. Mark ordered lobster and Katie ordered crab legs. Katie blushed when the waiter brought out the food along with a big bib for her. Mark laughed and told her it’s common for people to use bibs when eating crab legs and told her she should let the waiter bib her to keep her adorable dress clean. Katie agreed but said she felt like a baby wearing it. Mark smiled and said she was the cutest baby he had seen and followed up with how happy he was to see her grow in his class and how proud he was of her. Katie loved this and was so smitten she spilled her wine all over herself. Mark took this with stride and said this is why she needed the bib. Katie said she felt like a baby and joked about needing a sippy cup. Mark looked at her and agreed calling her a little pumpkin. Those words made Katie feel like a little girl again. She missed being called pumpkin by her dad and she wanted nothing more than to be called pumpkin again. She looked at Mark and blushed. Mark noticed this and got up and helped wipe the spilt wine off her bib and bottom of her dress causing her to blush even more. He took note of this and they carried on with dinner. Her class with Mark would finish a few weeks later. During this time she would watch him closely and grow more and more feelings for him. Two days before her final she gave him a card with a thank you note in it thanking him for taking such could care of her and apologizing for being such a baby at dinner. She jokingly said she would like to make it up even if it took her using that sippy cup. Mark handed her a card when she turned in her final and said he would like to accept her offer and invited her to his apartment for dinner. Katie arrived at his house dressed in a jeans and a pink flannel shirt as winter had started to approach. Mark greeted her with open arms and gave her a big hug and said he missed his little math pumpkin. He led her to his kitchen and handed her a sippy cup of wine. Katie blushed and laughed but accepted it. Mark then told her she could hang out on the couch while he finished making dinner. Shortly before dinner was ready Mark asked Katie if she wanted to be his little helper and set the table for them. Katie happily agreed and set out the plates and utensils on the table. Mark placed the food on the table and came back with a bib in his hand and asked if he could bib her, again calling her pumpkin. Katie blushed and nodded shyly. It was during dinner that Mark opened up to her after complimenting how adorable she looked with her bib and her sippy cup. Her bib, her sippy cup, those words made her feel little. She was slightly embarrassed to be using these baby items and even more embarrassed that she liked it. He then grabbed her attention by addressing her as pumpkin and proceeded to tell her that he was worried to tell her what he was going to tell her next and understood if this would be the last she saw of him. Katie was shocked to see this level of vulnerability in someone she deeply admired but listened intently. He had told her he always wanted a woman he could treat like a baby and dote on. He said he would love it if she would be willing to be that woman but he knew it was a lot to take in. Katie was taken back, she took her bib off and said she needed to think about it. Mark looked crushed and their dinner finished awkwardly before Katie left to head home.

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Always Read the Small Print - Chapter 7 “Oh, oh my god I don’t know!” Oscar said snapping back into reality. He looked down and could see he had completely drenched his pullup and immediately wiped off the dribble on his chin. “What do you mean you don’t know? I leave you for an hour and you’ve already wet yourself again, for the second time today! And you seemed to be enjoying it?” Joanne said in a stern tone. “I was watching the film and then it cut out and I blacked out, I’m sorry I don’t know what’s going on” Oscar clawed at excuses. “Nonsense. I think you weren’t truthful when you told us you want to lodge here with us, as clearly you have some serious issues with your toilet habits. Come with me right now” Joanne said as she grabbed his arm and lead him upstairs to his room. Oscar felt numb as he was ordered to lay down on the bathroom floor. Joanne then leaned over him and ripped off his soaking pullup and wiped him up with some toilet paper. He didn’t event think about how she was seeing him naked, it didn’t even cross his mind as he was already so embarrassed. She then pulled out a fresh pullup from the new packet they bought earlier and pulled it up his legs. “Stand up” Joanne ordered as he complied. She then pulled off the t-shirt he was wearing and she passed him a smaller hand towel. “Go and clean up the mess you made on the floor downstairs, and once you’ve done that we’re going to have a chat”. “What about some clothes?” Oscar asked timidly. “Nope I think for now you’ll just wear those, to remind you of what you need to wear from now on. Run along” Joanne said rather ominously. Oscar did was he was told and returned to the living room, and began mopping his wee off the hard surface of the living room floor. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror and noticed how ridiculous he looked wearing only a pink colourful Ninjamas pullup, but he was so focused on how Joanne had treated him he was too embarrassed to think too hard about it. “Well done Oscar, think you’re done with that” Joanne said as she joined him in the living room a few minutes later. “Time for a chat”. Joanne sat down on the sofa, and Oscar stood up and went to sit down next to her but she put her hand out and pointed down to the floor. “Right now I can’t really trust you on my furniture, so you’ll sit on the floor” she ordered. “Really?” Oscar argued. “Yes really. You’ve had two pretty major accidents already today so right now you can’t be trusted” Joanne reasoned. Knowing he wasn’t going to win this battle, he sat cross legged on the floor. “So Oscar, I think the last few days have proven you clearly have some problems with your bladder that I think we need to address. As you are a guest in my house, I expect you to comply with what I have planned. If you don’t wish to comply, you are more than welcome to leave and find some alternative accommodation. Understand?” Joanne suggested. Oscar, too scared to say anything, just nodded in agreement. “Good. As you are 5 days away from starting University, we need to take some action right now. As of this moment, you’ll be wearing some form of protection until you can prove you can use the toilet like a grown up. As today has shown Ninjamas are not quite adequate, so I’ll be sourcing some alternative solution but they will do for now” Joanne said. Shocked and slightly teary, Oscar once again said nothing. “As for your clothing situation, frankly I’m not willing to spend extortionate amounts of money on new clothes for you if you’re going to be ruining them with your accidents. Therefore, we’ll persevere with using my daughters spare clothes. Do you understand?” Joanne asked. Blushing and embarrassed, Oscar thought about resisting but his mind couldn’t put the words together. “Yes” he said, almost subconsciously. “Well done Oscar, now you stay here while I get you some clothes. Don’t want you walking around half naked all day” Joanne replied as she got up and went upstairs, leaving Oscar sat on the living room floor. While she was gone, Oscar contemplated his situation. He began to actually agree with Joanne and believed she was right. He did start university in 5 days and he clearly was losing control of his bladder, so maybe some control from Joanne would help? He was so confused and conflicted. “Here we are, put this on for now” Joanne said abruptly as she entered the room with the pile of clothes. “I know they aren’t really your style but they will do, and you won’t be going out so no one will see you”. Oscar took the clothes from Joanne and set them down on the sofa. Firstly he picked up a white t-shirt with ruffled sleeves, complete with a large sparkly sunflower on the front. He cringed as he held it up, but put it on as Joanne stared down at him. Once that was on, he picked up a pair of soft cotton grey leggings that had small pink hearts on them. Once again he cringed as he looked at Joanne. “Go on Oscar, it’s okay no one will see you, just me” Joanne reassured him. Oscar gave in and stepped into them and pulled them up over his pullup. It was a strange feeling, and he was surprised they fit him so well, but unfortunately they did nothing to hide his pullup. His bum and crotch looked slightly thick and pushed it right up against his skin. “They fit you really well. So this afternoon I’m going to ask you every hour if you need to go to the toilet and I’ll take you there if you need to. How does that sound?” Joanne asked. “Yeah, okay” Oscar said, knowing he couldn’t push back on her request. “That’s that sorted then, now I’ve got a job for you this afternoon, follow me” Joanne said as she let him upstairs into the bedroom. As they entered he could see a huge pile of clothes on the floor. “Now, I need you to pick out at least 5 outfits from this pile of clothes. I know they are girls clothes, but remember it’s a temporary measure while we sort out your wetting problem. You’ll need a mix of tops, bottoms and also some knickers and socks. Can you do that for me?” Joanne asked. “I think so, but what about that set of clothes that needed washing I gave you? Some of my own clothes?” Oscar asked. “Don’t you remember? They all shrunk in the wash, nothing survived. I’m sorry Oscar” Joanne explained. Oscar was confused. He was convinced there were some clothes that survived? Maybe he’d made a mistake. He nodded in agreement as Joanne left him to sort out the clothes. It was a big task picking out clothes that he was actually comfortable wearing as so much of it was so girly. Despite wearing a flowery t-shirt and leggings, he cringed at the thought of actually wearing this stuff around Joanne, and especially around John. With regret, he put aside a few t-shirts that he thought were passable. They included a few pastel coloured ribbed t-shirt with short sleeves and lettuce cuffs, a long white t-shirt with Anna and Elsa from Frozen on the front, and a few t-shirt with flowery patterns on, similar to the one he was wearing. The bottoms proved even trickier, and normal shorts and trousers were quickly becoming a non-starter. He chose two pairs of pastel coloured leggings (that matched the t-shirts), a light blue denim pair of overalls with embroidered hearts on, a white pleated skirt and a pink and purple striped dress. Once they were all on the bed, he surveyed his choices and thought that these were the least offensive options, and as he stared at them there was a voice in the back of his head telling him it all looked quite comfortable, but he quickly shut it down. He carried on sifting through the pile and managed to select a handful of knickers of various colours, and some mostly white ankle socks to wear. He threw them on the pile on the bed too. Losing track of time, Joanne soon joined him in his bedroom. “Is that all of your choices Oscar? Have to say you have a knack for matching colours, some really good choices in there” Joanne commented as she stood next to him looking at the shortlisted clothes on the bed. “It’s been an hour so just checking to see if you need the toilet?”. This question made Oscar blush. “Ummm no I’m all good, thanks” he replied. Joanne went ahead and cupped the back of his leggings and then the front of his crotch, which made him jump. “Seems like you’re dry, well done. How about you come and help me prepare tea?” Joanne asked. Oscar nodded and headed downstairs with her, feeling his pullup shift uncomfortably under his leggings. He’d actually gotten used to his girly outfit and it wasn’t actually bothering him anymore. He even thought the leggings were pretty comfortable. They both got to work preparing vegetables and peeling potatoes, and Oscar’s mind drifted back to what had happened at the shopping centre earlier that day. Why had he got so anxious as soon as he left Joanne’s side? Why didn’t he remember what he had texted her? Suddenly he began putting the pieces together, and that along with the strange interference in the film that caused him to wet himself, made him think Joanne had been messing with his head. Possibly conditioning him, but he didn’t really know how it was happening. With no way of proving it, he knew he needed to remain vigilant. After another toilet check from Joanne, where he said he didn’t need the toilet, he was sent away while Joanne finished off the cooking. Heading back to his bedroom, he was tasked with bagging up all the clothes he didn’t want, and hanging up all the clothes he’d like to keep in the cupboard. Bagging the unwanted clothes was light work, but mentally it was tough to hang up a load of girls clothes he would eventually have to wear for the next few days. As he opened the cupboard and begun hanging up each item, he noticed a small crack in the back of the cupboard, and as he looked closer he could see the edge of something white. Once he was done hanging up the clothes, he opened both the doors fully and attempted to reach in, but as the crack was right in the corner of the cupboard it was tough to get near. As he stretched, he heard Joanne shout from downstairs. “Oscar! Tea is ready!” Joanne shouted. Not wanting to upset her, Oscar shut the cupboard doors and headed downstairs. He was intrigued by what he had potentially found, but given the strange events of the last few days, he kept it quiet. He joined Joanne at the dinner table and begun eating a roast that he’d help her prepare. It tasted lovely, and had just the right amount of seasoning. Once he was finished, he washed it down with a large glass of squash that was on the table waiting for him. As he slurped down the large glass, Joanne looked up with a small grin. Oscar took care of the washing up while Joanne went into the living room to phone one of her friends. She shut the door behind her and left Oscar to it, as he was busy cleaning all of the various kitchen utensils and plates. As he neared the end of the huge pile of bowls and cutlery, he felt a sharp cramp in his bladder and immediately had the urge to go to the toilet. He rushed through the final pieces before draining the sink, and heading towards the living room. Knowing what Joanne had told him earlier, his first instinct was to inform her of his urge. He saw the door was shut, but he barged in anyway and Joanne gave him an annoyed stare as she held her phone down onto her shoulder. “Oscar I’m on the phone, privacy please?” she said. Oscar looked at her and began gently stamping up and down as his urge grew, and pointed down towards his crotch to signal his problem. He began to feel his emotions grow and he began panicking. “Sorry Debbie, can I call you back? There’s something I’ve got to deal with” Joanne said as she rolled her eyes and hung up the phone. “What is it Oscar?”. “Ummm I really need a wee wee, can you take me to the potty?” Oscar said, and immediately he followed with a confused expression. Had that seriously just come out of his mouth? He didn’t have time to think about that though, he needed to find a toilet immediately. “Come along then” Joanne stood up and took his hand, and led him upstairs into his bedroom. He fidgeted and wriggled all the way up the stairs, and as soon as he reached the bathroom he quickly pulled down his legging and pullup and sat down on the toilet. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Oscar loudly announced, as Joanne stood directly infront of him with her arms crossed. “At least you made it to the toilet for the first time today, but could you not have gone before you were so desperate?” Joanne asked. “Sorry, it just came on so quickly” Oscar said as he stood up and pulled his pullup and leggings back up. He wasn’t in the slightest bothered that Joanne had once again seen him naked from the waist down. “Hmmmm okay, just be careful though please, remember one more accident and you’ll force me to take some more permanent measures” Joanne warned him. “How about you get ready for bed and then you can come down and we’ll watch some TV. Did you pick out any pyjamas?”. Oscar realised he’d forgotten to choose some pyjamas from the pile of clothes earlier, but thought of something. “I mean it’s pretty hot at the moment, maybe I could just wear my pullup?” he suggested. “Okay, just for tonight though. Tomorrow we’ll get you out some pyjamas. I don’t mind you coming down in just your pullup so you can get changed out of your t-shirt and leggings if you like” Joanne responded. Oscar smiled and stripped down to his pullup, and again seemed to be content with that. He followed Joanne down into the living room and sat and watched some television together. Despite the traumatic events of the day, Oscar seemed to calm as he sat cross legged on the sofa wearing only a brightly coloured pullup next to a woman he’d only met a week or so ago. It was a strange situation, but he was getting used to it. Maybe a bit too much. He went to bed that night slightly embarrassed on how he acted during the day, but content that Joanne was being kind and acting in his best interests. He begun to think that perhaps he should just keep the pullups on for a little while longer, just until he could be trusted using a toilet again. His ever-warping viewpoint stirred as he fell into a deep sleep. Little did he know, Joanne was next door in the bedroom that had been locked since Oscar arrived. She was taking out a disc from a CD player and replacing it with another. She smiled as she looked around the room and tidied up a few bits and pieces. “Not long until I’ll be in here more often” she whispered to herself.